It was a soft morning. The sky was grey and the mist of drizzle hung around like a swarm of midges. The scrape of the windscreen wipers was the only sound as the car made its way across the county Galway countryside. Finally, the car turned into the drive of the crumbling convent, past the weather-beaten sign declaring it “Sister Mary Magdalene’s Home for Fallen Women” and as Eilish Galbraith glanced out the window from the back seat, the car crunched across the gravel and came to a halt.
She waited until her driver had got out to open the door before swinging her long stocking clad legs out of the car and stood up. She smiled as she saw a nun standing, waiting at the front door. She was, after all, a rich and regular visitor to the home.
“Mrs. Galbraith, so lovely to see you again,” the nun announced as she climbed the steps.
“Thank you, Sister,” Eilish replied. “Please, would you be so kind as to tell the Mother Superior I would like to see her.”
Eilish stood and waited, running her eyes around the dark reception area as the nun scuttled off down the corridor. She smiled in anticipation as she watched two young women pass, carrying bags of laundry. She let her eyes wander over them, admiring the younger one with her brunette hair cut into a bob. Even though she were wearing a brown shapeless smock, Eilish could visualise the sway of her ass. The girls both blushed and lowered their eyes as they saw her looking at them and scurried on with the same movement as the nun moments earlier.
“The Mother Superior will see you now Mrs. Galbraith,” the nun announced, indicating that she should follow her down the corridor.
After being led through a warren of dark corridors, it was a relief to be led into a bright airy room, with a large window commanding a view over the surrounding countryside.
“Eilish, how lovely to see you again,” the Mother Superior exclaimed as she lifted herself from her chair and came round to shake to hand.
“We are, as you know, so grateful for your continuing support. To be honest, I’m not sure what the convent would do without you.”
“Oh please, Mother Superior. You know I do so little in comparison to what you do for these poor unfortunate girls. When my husband died, he left me very comfortably well off and what little I can do to support you is just my way of saying ‘Thank you’.”
The Mother Superior poured two glasses of sherry and smiled and raised a glass.
“So how can we help you today?”
Eilish, haven taken a sip of sherry and sat down, smiled and ran her eyes around the room before looking back at the old nun behind her desk.
“As you know, I have that large empty house and it seems such a waste to be rattling round it all on my own. Well, there is Rosie who comes in every day to help out but I thought perhaps I could take one of these poor unfortunate young women and let them come to live with me. Maybe give them a second chance, so to speak.”
Eilish paused, looking slyly at the Nun as she sat, impassive, before continuing,
“Obviously I would be making a donation to yourselves so you could carry on the good work with these other girls.”
The Nun smiled, a toothy grin breaking through the hard expanse of her crinkled face.
“Did you have a particular type of girl in mind Mrs. Galbraith?”
“I thought a blonde might be a nice change. Perhaps one who isn’t too big up here,” she indicated with a squeeze of her breasts.
“Hmmm I do believe I know just who might suit,” the Nun replied and rung a small handbell that sat on her desk. When a nun appeared in the doorway, the Mother Superior told her to bring the Devlin girl to her.
The two women sat sipping sherry and exchanging gossip and discussed the chances of John F. Kennedy being elected President of the United States.
“Just imagine,” the Mother Superior said. “An Irishman in the White House and a Catholic to boot.”
Eilish was just about to reply when with a soft knock on the door, the Devlin girl was brought in.
As the door closed behind her, Eilish gasped with delight. She ran her eyes slowly over her. The girl was fresh-faced, eighteen or nineteen years old with long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes, however, appeared full of fear and confusion at being made to stand in front of the Mother Superior.
Eilish stood up, and still holding the sherry glass, slowly walked around the girl, towering over her as she ran her eyes over her from all angles.
“Oh on first impressions, she does look very suitable.” Her hand snaked its way down her back and over her ass cheeks, cupping one in her hand. “Can you ask her to remove the smock?”
You heard the lady. Remove your smock,” the Mother Superior ordered.
The girl blushed a bright beetroot red and glanced from Eilish to the Mother Superior and back again. “What?” the girl asked.
The Mother Superior slammed her hands on the desk. “You disobedient ungrateful little wrench,” she screamed at the girl. “Take it off now.”
She stood up, and moving surprisingly quickly for a woman of her age and build, she reached round and ripped the front of the smock. The buttons popping as she tore the garment from the girl.
“Wicked child,” she scolded as she slapped the girl across the cheek. The girl, with tears in her eyes, whimpered a “Sorry Mother Superior,” as she allowed the torn smock to fall to the floor revealing her naked form.
She tried to hide her modesty with an arm over her breasts and a hand shielding her crotch but a barked order from the Mother Superior made the girl stand with her arms by her side.
Eilish licked her lips. The girl was slight, 5’4" or so, with small pert boobs with little pink nipples, a tiny waist, and a nice heart shaped ass. Eilish watched as the nipples reacted to the cold air and began to harden. She reached forward and took one between her thumb and finger and rolled it. The girl flinched, trying to pull away, but Eilish kept a firm grip on the hardening nubbin and the girl quickly got the message.
She stood, shocked, a tear formed in the corner of her eye as she was mauled by this tall luxuriously dressed stranger. Eilish cupped the girl’s breasts and ran her hands over her, in much the same way as a farmer might do with an animal at market. She spread her ass cheeks, checking their firmness before listening with satisfaction to the noise as she gave each a swift smack. She then slowly ran her fingers down over the girl’s stomach and through her blonde fuzzy mound before cupping her folds. As she did so, she turned to the Mother Superior.
“So, is she used goods?”
“I’m afraid she is,” the Mother Superior replied. “Her father caught her with three boys from the village behind the dance hall one night, reeking of drink. He brought her straight here.”
“That’s not true,” the girl exclaimed. “The boys were drunk and mauling me but nothing happened.”
Silence!” the mother Superior roared. Turning to Eilish she continued, “As you can see, she still has some spirit but I’m sure you will be able to handle her.”
“I’m sure I can.”
Eilish smiled and reached for her purse. She slowly counted out £30 in large brown £5 notes. Placing each one in a pile on the desk.
“Thirty punts is indeed a very generous donation Mrs. Galbraith.”
“Does she have any family?” Eilish asked.
“Only the father. She has two brothers but they have both moved away. The mother died several years ago. I think the girl went wild and the father couldn't control her. Hopefully, now she is in your hands you will be able to tame that wanton behaviour.”
“Good. Well, thank you so much, Sister. It is always a pleasure to help out the church in whatever way I can. Does she have a name?”
“We tend not to refer to them by name. Perhaps you have one in mind?”
Eilish smiled. “I had thought Saoirse might be appropriate.”
“The Gaelic for ‘Freedom’. Oh, you do have a wicked sense of humour Mrs. Galbraith,” the Mother Superior chuckled as she stood up to open the door.
As Eilish turned to go, she looked back and frowned at the girl.
“Well don’t just stand there Saoirse, come along now.”
The girl slowly reached down and picked up her smock and in a daze followed behind. She slipped the smock back on to cover her nakedness as she followed the Mother Superior and her new owner down the warren-like maze of corridors towards the front door. For all her apprehension about what might lie ahead, Saoirse felt it couldn’t be any worse than the mental and physical abuse she had suffered in the seven months she had been in the care of the nuns.
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As she entered Mrs. Galbraith’s house, Saoirse gasped with surprise. She had never been in as posh a house before. She spun around, watching the sunlight reflected through the glass in the chandelier hanging in the hallway.
She stopped suddenly when she saw another girl looking at her.
“I’m Rosie,” the girl answered sullenly to the unspoken question on Saoirse’s lips.
“Follow me,” she ordered as she turned and walked up the stairs.
As Saoirse followed, she wondered who Rosie was. She seemed to be about 20, she was stocky, maybe even a bit chubby with large breasts and curly red hair which fell down over her shoulders. ‘She must be the maid,’ Saoirse thought, noting the black dress and shoes.
She followed Rosie into an attic bedroom. The large comfortable double bed with feather pillows and comforters was a far cry from her last bedroom, sharing with seventeen other girls in the dormitory. Rosie opened the wardrobe door and showed her the uniform.
“Black bra, black panties, black dress. The Mistress likes black,” Rosie told her as she pointed from one shelf to another.
Saoirse stared, trying to take it all in as the girl told her how she was to dress, talk and act.
She then led Saoirse along the corridor to a room filled with steam.
“Have a bath and then come back to the room and I’ll get you prepared.”
Saoirse waited until Rosie left, then quickly slipped out of the shapeless smock and slid into the hot bath filled with bubbles. For the first time in how long, she luxuriated in the pleasure of bathing in hot water, on her own.
As she walked back into her bedroom, Rosie exclaimed, “Finally, I was just about to go and check if you had drowned.”
She reached out and pulled the towel off Saoirse, licking her lips as she drank in the girl’s nakedness. She stood behind her and as she rubbed the towel through her hair, she leant in, pressing herself against the girl’s firm pert ass cheeks. Her full breasts rubbed against her back.
“Have you been with another woman yet Saoirse?” Rosie asked. “Have the Nuns had their way with you?”
Saoirse pushed herself away and turned round. “No, they haven’t. How dare you,” she shouted. Her eyes blazing with righteous anger.
Rosie grinned in response and reached forward and cupped the girl’s blonde mound.
“Doesn’t matter. The Mistress said you were used goods but she will have you soon enough anyway.”
“That’s quite enough Rosie!” came the sharp reprimanding voice from the doorway.
Both girls froze and turned to the door where Eilish stood.
Eilish was dressed in a pale yellow nightdress. Just transparent enough for the darker areas of her nipples to be seen through it. Her black hair was hanging loose around her shoulders. The nightdress was almost immodestly short, stopping well above the knees. Her pale legs looked toned and her toenails were painted the same dark red hue as her fingernails.
She entered the room and slowly walked around the two girls.
“You are right though Rosie, she is delicious.”
Eilish ran a finger over Saoirse’s shoulder, down, traversing the curve of her breast as the nipple hardened. As she trailed the finger up again, tilting her jaw so she looked up, Eilish bent her head and kissed her firmly on the mouth. As Saoirse stood, frozen with shock, Eilish ran her fingers through the girl’s long blonde hair and gripped it tightly. With her other hand, she explored the girl’s body leisurely. Her thumb grazing the girl’s nipple, her hand dipped between her legs, stroked her lips as she felt them dampen, heard the girl’s muted moans as she pushed her tongue into her mouth.
Eilish took her time with the girl. As she continued to kiss and stroke the girl, Rosie moved behind her Mistress and unbuttoned her nightdress. As the material slithered to the ground, Eilish gently guided the girl onto the bed. Instinctively, the girl parted her legs as she lay back on the bed. Eilish broke the kiss and leant back, she ran her fingers down over Saoirse’s stomach and down her inner thighs. She placed a hand on each of Saoirse’s knees and pushed the legs wider apart. The slick dew glistened on the blonde fuzz that partially covered her slit before Eilish bent her head and slowly lapped. Her broad flat tongue slowly scraping its way along her slit. The lips parting under her touch. Saoirse arched her back and groaned a low guttural moan of pleasure which ended with a sharp gasp as Eilish flicked the protruding clit with the tip of her tongue.
She teased the girl, her tongue moved from her soft wet velvety hole to her clit and back again. The girl writhed on the bed, moaning softly as Eilish ate her out. Rosie stood watching, her own hand slipped underneath her dress as she watched her Mistress bring the girl quickly to orgasm. The girl’s moans turned from low groans to sharp high pitched little bird-like cries. Her breathing became ragged and her face was flushed as Eilish flicked her clit and slid a finger slowly inside her.
With a final scream “Noo,” the girl convulsed and came. She spasmed on the bed, her eyes screwed shut as Eilish brought the girl through her orgasm. Finally, as the girl whimpered on the bed, Eilish stopped and after one last slow lap with her tongue straightened up and stood looking down at her.
“I will see you in the morning. Rosie will now instruct you on your duties for tomorrow.”
Rosie helped her Mistress get dressed in her nightdress again before the two of them left, leaving Saoirse alone in her room, stunned. Her quivering pussy still spasming from the aftershocks of what had just happened.
A few minutes later Rosie was back. Her black tunic hitting the floor as soon as she got the door closed. Saoirse stared at her. Rosie’s much larger breasts swinging as she removed her underwear and climbed onto the bed beside her.
“As you will have noticed, Mrs. Galbraith has a thing for the ladies. You didn’t seem to complain which is good. Now, I want you to show me what you can do.”
Rosie rolled onto her back and spread her legs. The triangle of rich red curly hair pointing obscenely to her slick secret spot. Saoirse stared, blushing red. It was one thing to lie there and let your Mistress do what she liked to you. It was quite another to be told by the servant girl to do it to her. And yet, Saoirse couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like. Almost without thinking, she bent her head and inhaled the rich, sweet, fishy, musky aroma.
“Mmmm yes that’s it,” Rosie encouraged as Saoirse took her first tentative licks with her tongue. Rosie reached forward and twisted her fingers in the girl’s hair before pulling Saoirse’s face deeper into her.
