Virgins Who Shamelessly Offer Themselves

Arriving at the table, Angelo distributed the four novices on its four sides without a word, just with his gaze. Each of the young women took her position and leaned forward, resting her forearms on the heavy stone slab. Their faces close together, despite the prevailing twilight, they could read every emotion in each other's features, their feelings an open book to each other.

Measuredly, almost solemnly as in a ritual, Angelo walked in a circle around them. He stopped behind each of the four, bent down, took hold of the hem of her skirt, lifted it up and tucked it into the narrow cord that served as their belt. He paid not a trace of attention to the various knickers and panties that he revealed in this way. He only casually touched the unmentionables, letting them flare up in cold fire and literally dissolve into nothingness. Snow-white buttocks, which no stranger should ever see, shone uncovered in the silver starlight. One plump, one slender, one chubby and one firm. All clearly feminine and inviting.

Minutes later, the novices stood facing each other in the same pose, bent far forward, their backsides exposed. They were breathing quickly and deeply, their mouths slightly open. Their cheeks were flushed, whether from embarrassment or excitement, they didn't know. They looked at each other with wide eyes, the expressions of the others mirroring their own confusion. None of them could explain what was going on.

And each of them knew that they would stay here until Angelo let them go. A vague sense of foreboding filled them, which was also anticipation. The expectation that something wonderful would happen that they would be a part of. Something that would fill them with unimaginable happiness and infinite love. Something they would not only inevitably surrender to, but something they longed for with every fiber of their body and soul. As if in response to an inaudible command, they changed their position slightly, lowered their upper bodies even lower, widened their feet and spread their thighs.

Where previously there had only been a hint of fuzz, four gates now revealed themselves, which to any man would appear to be the door to heavenly happiness, but for chaste Catholic women were the gateway to hell. The four of them were as different as their temperaments. One slit was slender and barely visible under her frizzy hair, one fleshy and swollen, one girlishly tight, one slightly open. The colors ranged from fiery red to pale pink. One shone wet and seductively, one was covered with just a hint of moisture, one had short dark hairs sticky with wetness and one was overflowing, so that a tough clear thread stretched towards the thigh.

Sabina watched what was going on with increasing disappointment and growing frustration. She wanted to intervene, she wanted to scream and drive her rivals away. Angelo was hers! She had found him. She had opened the way for him into the convent. Now she wanted him for herself. Instead, these cheeky things stole the reward that she alone deserved. How could they?

“Angelo, come to me. Angelo, don't fall for these inexperienced girls with their young, firm bodies. I am the one who truly loves you. Please redeem me and give me the satisfaction I have craved since I first saw you. Do not waste yourself on these depraved harlots.”

She wanted to shout all this and win back her lover. But she remained silent and paralyzed. Condemned to watch as her angel turned to the virgins who shamelessly offered themselves to him. An insidious smile played across his features. He appraised the naked asses offered for his use. He didn't seem to have any decency or restraint. Sabina didn't recognize him. What had happened to the lovely, nature-loving boy she had invited into her garden?

With a mere thought, the young man made his clothes disappear. And at the same time, he transformed. The handsome boy became a menacing, towering figure, massive and muscular, his skin shading from flaming red to coal black. Bulging bull horns grew from his forehead, the shimmering black and red hair stretched from his head down his neck to his back. His features looked cruel and brutal, his gaze cold and calculating. His snort sounded like an amused laugh.

A huge male member protruded from the middle of his body, as long and thick as Sabina's forearm.

Their eyes met, his eyes shining with golden fire. His mouth twisted into a malicious laugh, revealing needle-sharp fangs. Without the need for words, they both knew what was going on inside Sabina, what despair was raging within her and what indelible guilt she had brought upon herself. She knew she was lost, for this earthly life and for eternity. And yet she desired him with every fiber of her being.