The Rite Has Only Just Begun
"Ngh!"
"If you do not cooperate, Saintess, this correction will simply have to continue."
He pressed down hard on my lower belly, and then, all at once, began driving his hips with every ounce of strength he had.
The flesh where our bodies collided rippled like waves, and my whole frame shook with it.
At some point the men who had swarmed over me had all drawn away. They stood back at a remove, savoring the view of me as they stroked themselves.
My hands, still pinned above my head, never moved an inch.
Soon the onlookers, one after another, began working their hands in earnest as if brimming with the urge to come — and the Cardinal matched his rhythm to theirs.
The deep thrusts came harder and more often, and the dread welling up inside me seeped out through my skin.
"I-I'll do ith! I'll do it, so—ah, ahhng!"
"Have you had a change of heart? Then tell me quickly. Does it feel good?"
"G-good, it feelth good! It feels good! Please, hngh, stahp—!"
"Then we shall simply have to make it feel even better!"
With that cry, he threw everything into the motion of his hips.
At the sudden, drastic change of pace my mouth clacked shut, and in a flash a treacherous surge drove every curse that had risen to my throat back down inside me.
The wilder the pistoning became, the more my body seized with pain all over.
My lower back stung where it scraped the floor, and my wildly swinging breasts felt bruised to the bone.
It hurt.
And this man, it seemed, fed on my pain and grew only more excited for it.
Drooling down at me, he was cementing his resolve to break me utterly.
Then he leaned in at last, folding his body over mine.
His powerful arms shoved my legs aside and bent me at the waist, lifting my hips up with them.
A moment later his face was close enough to touch.
When his drool fell onto my face, gooseflesh raced up my spine and I wanted to shriek — but that all-too-familiar sensation rose to meet me, and the shriek was swallowed deep into my throat.
"How lovely you are, Saintess, even in the throes of excitement."
"G-get awah! Get away from me!"
"Go on, then. Run if you can."
Even as I bucked beneath him, he thrust out his tongue, straining to suck at my lips.
My teeth chattered; I flailed my head without restraint.
Every time it turned away, his tongue, robbed of its target, dragged wetly across my face instead.
My cheeks and the corners of my mouth were soon drenched in his saliva.
"Even this shy little display of yours is a pleasure to behold."
The instant those words ended, my head went rigid.
His holy law, plain as day.
The moment my face was locked facing forward, a sense of conquest finally surfaced in his expression.
I glared at him with my eyes stretched wide.
"You c-cowardly bashtahd!"
"You have no idea, Saintess, how long I have ached for these tempting lips of yours."
The perverted bastard was, unmistakably, in a complete frenzy of arousal.
Where the hell was there even left for it to grow?
And yet, swollen larger inside me though it already was, he only snapped his hips faster.
"Heek—hik, hik, ngh, hah."
This is bad. This is bad...
"Ungh!"
When he finally, inevitably, sealed his mouth over mine, even the last small ember I had been holding out went dark.
A thick, unmistakable premonition began to dominate my mind.
His gnawing at my lips, his sucking at my tongue.
The way he hammered his cock into me, wagging his hips like a dog in heat the moment he sensed his own release.
In an instant, none of it mattered.
Every sense I had converged on the signal rising from below.
Because the Cardinal's cock had suddenly swollen up inside me.
He had reached his end — which meant I would reach mine, too.
My body had long since been trained to the act of being held by a man.
Spurt.
His body shuddered and he spewed his seed into me, and my hips, suspended in the air, shook violently — for an instant, my breath simply stopped.
The pleasure was beyond any comparison to before, vast enough to melt me where I lay.
My entire body, soaked through with sweat, told me how unbearably sensitive it had become.
Every time his tongue, still tangled with mine, churned through my mouth, my body flinched.
And so there was no enduring, with a sound mind, this man who had turned into a beast drunk on the rapture of defiling a saint.
Under a kiss that seemed it would never end, my mind emptied to a blank white page.
His revolting moans poured straight down into my mouth, letting me know exactly how delighted he was.
The problem was that my mind had come to regard even that as unimportant.
I had never imagined that the mere exchange of one cock inside me could bring about so dramatic a result.
"...It seems you enjoyed yourself a great deal as well, Saintess. Your expression has brightened considerably."
"Hah... haah... hnn."
Soon the cock slid free, and my lifted waist sank slowly down.
My legs, dropping to the floor with a thud, began to soak wet.
Ah. Did I come again?
By the time the mess I had made had soaked my hips, Pry had drawn close.
"Now then. Saintess? You still have your duty before you, don't you?"
His cock, slathered in our mingled fluids, was shoved into my forcibly opened mouth.
It slipped lightly past my throat again, but when I showed no sign of resisting, he rolled his hips in again and again until he was satisfied, then drew himself out entirely.
"Hhk—keh... khh... haa."
My body went utterly limp.
I couldn't even tell whether I was breathing properly.
Only one thought circled my head: it was finally over.
"Saintess? Are you ready now to attend properly?"
That was why I couldn't grasp what he was saying.
Attend properly?
Wasn't the baptism over... with this?
Cardinal Pry abruptly scooped me up in his arms and turned my body around.
Without the strength to twitch so much as a finger, my arms — flopping like strips of paper — were lifted above my head by the men standing on either side of me.
Pry's cock, rigid once more, was rubbing against my back, and I was so fixed on that sensation that it took me a while to work out where my hands had ended up.
It seemed my fingers, laced together, were wrapped around the back of Pry's neck.
"I have fixed your hands in place with holy law so that your strength will not falter, so you may rest at ease."
Then Pry, gripping both of my thighs, spread my legs wide, wide open.
…………
I raised my head, slowly.
Only now did it truly sink in how wretched my state was.
Both hands fixed behind my head as though shackled, legs spread before every watching eye.
"Saintess. The baptism of a nun who has lost her maidenhood, you see—"
Pry's cock touched me just beneath my rear.
"—begins only once you have received the sacred fluids of the clergy, and shower everyone gathered here in your purified nectar."
Soon the cock that had been rubbing against my folds began pressing its head inside.
Only then did my mind come back to me.
My thoughts, belatedly working normally again, tried to make me understand the situation.
..................Ah.
I'd been wrong.
This wasn't the end.
The baptism hadn't even begun.
The men strode close and ringed us around, reaching out their hands.
"Saintess. May you have a truly wonderful time."
My body dropped in a single motion, and it pierced me straight through to the core.
"Aaaagh! Noooo!!!"
The baptism had raised its curtain in earnest.
"And with this, the baptism is complete. You have endured much, Saintess. There is no further training scheduled for you today, so please rest well in your room."
The baptism that had begun in the late afternoon carried on until dawn crept in the next day, and for all of that long stretch Serina had to move her body without a single moment of rest.
To be precise, she had rested, in some fashion or another.
About half of that time, she hadn't been awake for it.
For all the times she had been taken, the men she had ever known numbered only two.
Receiving dozens of men with such a body was never going to be easy.
And so she fainted and woke and fainted again, over and over, violated without end.
Time flowed on whether she marked it or not, and when the long gang rape finally reached its end, Serina returned to the room that had been prepared for her, draped over Ervan's shoulder.
"You seem to be struggling, Saintess. Allow me to wash you."
Ervan bathed her with painstaking care, and even laid her down upon the bed.
"I will keep watch right here, so sleep with an easy mind."
Serina could not even bring herself to wonder why he had appointed himself her watcher.
The hours had been so relentless that from the moment she entered the room she could not summon the will to move her own body even once; the instant she was laid on the bed, she was asleep.
"Saintess. It is time to wake up."
The rest granted her amounted to three hours.
Ervan personally saw to even her washing of face and teeth, then led her from the room.
She was taken to the same great hall as yesterday, stripped, and laid down without delay — and only then did she understand her situation.
The baptism was not over.
"It appears you were under a misunderstanding, Saintess. The baptism is, by its nature, performed over the course of a full week."
Serina despaired — and the clergymen, as though they had been waiting for exactly that, fell upon her.
Whether that lodged itself in her as trauma or not, from then on Serina could not so much as claim a proper night's sleep.
They were not the sort to let that pass.
"Saintess. If you are tired, you are welcome to doze a little even in the midst of the baptism."
From the third day of the rite onward, holy law dragged her into a half-enforced sleep even while she was being violated — and they took the sleeping saint all the same.