Chapter One

How this ever happened to me will forever be a mystery. I’m lying here, unable to do anything, waiting for whatever ungodly torment they have planned next. I cannot do anything to stop them and when they are finally done playing with me, I am sure they will just dispose of me.

It all began so innocently on my part. I was living in Wisconsin, out of work due to downsizing by my company and reading the want ads. A live-in position was available in Northern Minnesota at a convent. They were looking for an all around handyman to keep their place up. I was pretty good with tools and loved the North Woods area. Plus, I could use a place to live, rent free, for a while. It would probably do me good to have some solitude and get my life back together. I sent an email response answering all their questions, some of them very personal and hoped I would hear from them.

The next day I had a return email requesting I drive up for an interview. They had liked my responses and needed someone as soon as possible. The job didn’t pay much but I would have no expenses. Food and lodging was provided and I would have plenty of work. That sounded good to me and I packed up the car and put what possessions I had in storage. I didn’t have any relatives left and hadn’t made any friends yet in Wisconsin. No ties at all. I was free to hit the road. 35 years old, in pretty good shape, no really bad habits, no current love life, car paid for, a regular guy, I guess.

The directions were good. They were way out in the woods and had a big gate that opened after I answered about 20 questions at the callbox. I drove nearly a mile to get to the actual convent. It was a large, old Victorian house with about 5 newer outbuildings. I parked out front and went to the front door. It was answered by a fairly young nun, maybe my age, dressed in the traditional habit. She motioned me inside and, without saying a word, led me to a small chapel. I went in and sat down in the last pew. I had grown up Catholic so I was familiar with nuns and chapels. After a few minutes, the door opened and I turned around. A very striking lady, about 50 or so, also in nun’s habit had entered and sat down in the pew with me. I introduced myself and she did the same. Her name was Sister Mary Anthony and she wanted to know all about me. I found some of the questions strange but figured it was just her way of figuring out who I was. She was especially interested in family, friends and acquaintances. My work history didn’t seem to be of much interest to her. She was glad my car was paid for and I didn’t have any debts or obligations. We agreed on the details of the position and she offered to show me my new quarters. I followed her out the door. She sure did look good, especially for a nun, about 5’ 8” tall, heavy appearing breasts and voluptuous hips. It seemed like her habit was a little snugger than I remembered them being.

She opened the door to my room for me and I started to walk inside, feeling for the light switch, when I felt a sharp pain in my neck. I turned around just in time to see her holding the hypodermic needle in her hand. Everything went black.

I awoke in a dim, candlelit room with the smells of incense. I sensed other people but couldn’t make out anything except some vague shapes moving about. I tried to get up and discovered I had been chained to some sort of a platform and could barely move. I was naked and my legs were spread-eagled, as were my arms. I was still foggy from whatever drug had been injected in me and was trying to get myself organized and more cognizant of my surroundings. This was very weird and I was more than a little scared. I tried to say something but it seemed like my vocal cords were paralyzed or something and I couldn’t get any sounds out of my mouth.

“Welcome to The Sisters of Divine Agony”, said a voice coming to me from across the room. “I am Sister Mary Agony. You met me a few hours ago as Sister Mary Anthony. That is the name I use in my public persona but here you will refer to me as Sister Mary Agony. You have been lured here by us for our entertainment. It is very boring up here in the woods and every few months we advertise for a new handyman. We are always successful and we have you for our fun and games until we tire of you. You probably have noticed that your vocal cords are not functioning. They have been injected with a drug to paralyze them temporarily. We are not interested in anything you have to say and we most definitely don’t want to hear your pleas and screams. We are only interested in using you for our pleasure. There are 20 of us here in our little order and there is a waiting list to get in. We screen our applicants very well and only those with very sadistic streaks are allowed."

Now I was really scared. What in hell were they going to do to me, I wondered? Was there going to be some sort of medieval whippings and ritual beatings. The sweat was running off me in rivers. This was too weird. Surely they were kidding. My eyes were adjusting a little better to the light and I could see there were quite a few people in the room. All of the nuns must be here and I was chained naked and spread-eagled for all of them to examine. They started crowding in closer to the platform. Hell, they were all still wearing their habits. It looked like a bad Holloween joke but I knew that it wasn’t. One of them got close to me, leaned over and whispered, “I am Sister Mary Sadist and I am going to enjoy inflicting pain on you. First, I am going to give you another shot that will increase your terror and make your nerve endings more sensitive. We want the pain to be all you know. I am going to give you this shot right in your testicles. You will try to scream but nothing will come out.” She grabbed my scrotum and squeezed both balls into the bottom of the sack. The needle went in and the pain was blinding. She pulled it out and stuck it in the other testicle. It hurt worse than the first one. I was in a pure state of panic and could do nothing about it. I tried to shut my mind and figured I could just ride it out until they threw me out the gate. Nobody would ever believe that these nuns did anything to me.

By now, all the nuns were crowding around the platform. I could see them better now. The ages seemed to be everywhere from mid-20s to late-50s. All of them dressed in habits. Two of them grabbed my nipples and started pulling and pinching them. It hurt like hell. I tried to make some sounds but nothing would come out except some moans. God, I was scared. Fists started slamming into my balls and cock. One of the nuns bent over and bit my nipple. I thought she was going to bite it off. Another was biting my cock. Please let this be a bad dream, I thought.

The voice of Sister Mary Agony cut through the murmurs. “This is nothing, slave. We will be doing things to you that you cannot even imagine. Three of us are physicians with surgical training and we will be modifying your body to fit our desires. From this moment forward the only liquid you will drink is our warm urine. You will drink it when you become thirsty enough and eventually you will crave it. Your only food will be given to you in pureed form and force fed to you through a funnel. We don’t want you to starve or die of thirst while we’re still enjoying you. Some of the Sisters will want to avail themselves of your male member and you will keep it until they tire of it. Others will want to experiment on things to do to your most private parts until they have destroyed them. At some point you will be of no further use to us and you will be disposed of at that time. It would be in your best interest to try and please us at all times. Do I make myself perfectly understood?” I didn’t know what else to do so I nodded my head yes. I had to think of a plan to get out of here but I didn’t know what in hell it would be.

Her voice was closer now. She was just inches from my face and I could feel her breath and smell her scent. “Personally, I am only interested in your mouth for my sexual gratification but we have had a couple of our handymen try and bite our vaginas. So that won’t happen, we will be extracting your teeth. You won’t need them for the pureed food, anyway. Other parts of you will also be discarded as they tend to get in the way of our pleasure, too. We will keep you drugged until we have you modified in such a way that you cannot possibly escape or harm us. I tell you all this to put fear in your mind and heart. I enjoy the mental torment but not nearly as much as I enjoy the physical torment. When you awake next, you will be a different person than you ever imagined. For right now, the Sisters are going to beat your penis and testicles until they tire of it. They will also be torturing your nipples, of course. Your rectum, anus and colon will be saved until we have you more prepared. I am leaving you now to their ministrations. The next time I see you will be when the real games begin.” The words were barely out of her mouth when I was barraged with blows to my cock and balls accompanied by severe biting and pinching of my nipples. I was in agony and I was scared to death. The shot in my nuts had done exactly what she said. The terror was all encompassing and every blow to my balls was magnified. I knew, deep down, that I was never going to get out of this. My God, all I did was answer an ad.

Chapter Two

Brief moments of partial consciousness. Visions of operating rooms and bright lights. Nuns scurrying about with surgical masks on. Pain, lots of pain. Vague feelings of being violated. I was being moved, often and to different rooms. Very drowsy all the time. Voices talking, but all gibberish. Occasionally, naked women. Large breasts and full hips. Constant pain. Was this it? Was I dreaming or was this reality? I wanted to scratch my legs but I couldn't move. I felt detached. Sleep, blessed sleep.

I woke to bright lights in a very bright room. I was looking up into the sun. I couldn't move my head but I was enveloped in a sea of white, blinding white. There were all sorts of pipes, wires, chains and hoses above me. To the sides, my periphereal vision took in white cabinets. Nuns, dressed in sheer white habits scurried past. No one paid me any attention save a quick cursory glance. One of the nuns leaned over me, her pendulous breasts visible thru her sheer fabric. She roughly pulled my jaws apart and sprayed some vile liquid in my mouth. I tried to say something but there was nothing but the rush of air. What the fuck was going on? I could not move an inch and I was horny. Why the hell was I horny? My cock felt hard. I couldn't see it but I knew it was. Hard as a rock. There was something else, Holy Fuck, my teeth were gone. The bitch had done it. She had pulled my fucking teeth. My tongue slid over smooth gums. These nuns were crazy. How do I fix this?

Sister Mary Agony appeared over me. She was naked except for her headpiece. I could see her large breasts with silver dollar sized pink nipples. I had heard the sound of high heels as she walked towards me. "Welcome to your new life of pain, slave," she said. "A mirror will be positioned over you shortly so you can see all the changes we've made to you in the past 2 months but I wanted to tell you about it first. I'm sure you've noticed your lack of teeth. It will make you a much better vagina and rectum licker and will make it impossible to try and harm any of us with your teeth. Next, we amputated your arms and legs and cut your vocal cords. You are now just a trunk with no means of defense, locomotion or making noises, other than groans, which we enjoy hearing. During your convalesence we have been been enlarging your urethra and your anus and lower colon. I can stick 2 fingers inside of your penis all the way to my third knuckle and my arm will go into your ass nearly to my shoulder. Your nipples have constantly had vacuum pumping tubes on them, as they do now, and your nipples are very long and very sensitive. Your testicles have had daily shots of growth hormone and are now grotesquely huge and very tender. We would have also enlarged your penis but it was of sufficient size to satisfy the Sister's needs. Also, every hair follicle on your body has been removed by laser. Every day you will be given a shot filled with Viagra and testosterone to keep you aroused and erect. Your prostate gland has been enlarged with chemicals to produce copious amounts of seminal fluid and we have, of course, been inside of your scrotum and performed a radical vasectomy and cut the cords that draw your testicles into the protective custody of your body. You are now ready to be our new plaything, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. My advice to you is to do the best you can do." The mirror was moved into position. Holy Mother of God!! I was nothing but a torso!! She wasn't lying. I was strapped to some sort of a padded bench that outlined my shape, with a wide white belt cinched around my waist and a smaller one around my neck. My nipples looked like an aroused teenage girl's, all puffy and over an inch long. They were tingling and wanted to be touched. My cock was rock hard and the peehole looked like a big dark hole was in the center of it. And my balls, Holy Shit, they were huge. As big as 2 baseballs and hanging over the edge of the table. She was right. There was no fixing this. I'd better do my best. I had a feeling that a bad attitude would be an instant death sentence. I nodded my head and mouthed, "Yes, Sister Mary Agony, I'll do my best."

Another nun appeared, also naked with just her headpiece on. She appeared to be mid 20's with perky tits. "I'm Sister Thomas and I am going to show you what the table you're strapped to can do." She had a remote in her hand and started pressing buttons. It could lower or raise very rapidly and could also tilt, up to about 60 degrees in every direction, allowing them total access to what was left of my body. She continued, "We also have instant access to all sorts of instruments and toys to cause you pain or pleasure but mostly pain. We can quickly attach up to 100 pounds of weights to your testicles, clean out your colon with cold or hot enemas, inject all sorts of liquids into your bladder, attach huge dildos to an intercourse machine that will rape your rectum for hours or days and thousands of needles to pierce your penis, testicles and nipples.".

Another face and torso appeared. She looked to be in her late 50's and a little plump with huge boobs that ended in large brown nipples. "I'm Sister Michael", she said. "There are 20 Sisters in this convent. We are all here because we are sadists of one type or another. We have done this to dozens of men in the 30 years I've been here. Some last only a few weeks and a very few have lasted a few years. It all depends on you. You can give us all great pleasure in our use of you. In return you will have thousands of orgasms. Or, you choose to not try your best and you will be history.". Once again, I nodded my head and mouthed, "Yes, Sister.".

Sister Mary Agony reappeared. "You will be visited at all hours of the day and night by one or many of the Sisters. You need to perform at your best every time for every demand. It is the key to your survival. At some point we will tire of you and, depending on your skill and attitude, you will either be disposed of or, if you've been good and we have quite a number that have been, you will be castrated and a penectomy will be done to you. At that time you will be put in our retirement stable. You will learn more about that as time progresses. We do the castration and penectomy as one of our big ceremonies and it is done to both honor your service and affirm our absolute rule over you," she said. "I am now going to place my vagina over your mouth. I demand you to drink my hot, fresh urine, then lick my labia clean and proceed to lick my clitoris until I tell you to stop. If I position my anus over your mouth I expect you to lick it and stick your tongue inside of it. Do you totally understand?". I nodded my head vigorously. I think she smiled.

She adjusted the table and positioned her pussy over my open mouth. Her ass facing my balls. It was well-trimmed with medium size labia and a prominent clit. I could see her large breasts over the top of her bush. It looked very erotic. I missed the first drops of pee but soon got the hang of it and it tasted okay. I could sure do that. I swallowed every drop, surprised at how thirsty I had been. When she was done, she lowered her pussy so I could clean it with my tongue. I licked up and down until I could no longer taste her salty urine. She sat down tightly on my face and ordered me to pleasure her. I'd eaten my fair share of pussy and knew to concentrate on the clit. Soon, she was moaning a little and her arousal juices were coating my smooth face. She came with a jolt, jamming her pussy on my face, cutting off my air supply. She quivered for a few minutes and then slowly moved her ass over my tongue. "Pleasure my rectum and colon now," she commanded. "I want you to lick all over my anus and then slowly penetrate my sphincter as deep as your tongue will reach. You will then clean the walls of my colon gently until I am finished." I did exactly as told, tasting the slightly pungent area around her asshole. Soon, I had penetrated her and was licking the inner walls of her ass. She started to shudder again and soon was cumming. When she was done, she lifted off me and said, "That is the kind of attitude you need to have. You must accept your fate and deal with the situation at hand. At times you will be tortured until you pass out. You must accept that and be glad that you will allowed to pleasure the Sister when you awake. Remember that your only purpose is to bring us pleasure, however we wish to have it. At times you may have many of the Sisters enjoying themselves at your expense and your desire must be to make them all happy." With that speech she was out of the room. I caught a good look at her from the rear. Nice butt and long, shapely legs with trim ankles. All topped off with black, 4 inch stilettos.

I tried to look around the room but my field of vision was very limited. Sister Thomas reappeared in my face. "Would you like to look around" she asked? I nodded my head. She quickly pivoted me until I was almost upright and then slowly turned me until I had done a full circle. "As you can see, we all dress the same in here also." They were all naked except for their headpiece and identical 4 inch stilettos. There were no tan lines, no makeup, no jewelry, no painted fingernails and no tattoos. It was strangely erotic and my dick was harder than I ever recall it being. The table was returned to level. The nuns gathered around me very closely. I could smell the musky scent of their arousal. A voice said, "We are going to start on you now. Multiple things will be done to you at the same time. Pay close attention to the breast, vagina or rectum that is in your face. Make sure you take care of it and try to ignore whatever is happening to your nipples, penis, testicles and rectum. We will not intentionally do you any permanent harm but if we are not pleased we will report you to the Mother Superior and she will decide your fate."

Within seconds a totally hairless pussy was on my face and her hot pee was splashing the back of my throat. I felt my cock being enveloped by a warm, moist pussy and being fucked with slow, rocking movements. The vacuum pumps were harshly removed from my nipples and replaced with sharp teeth, biting and pulling on them. I licked the pee from the pussy on my face. She lowered it so I could suck on it and I did so in earnest, trying to ignore the new pain in my testicles as someone was beating them with what felt like a small baseball bat. My cock was still being fucked and it felt so good. I was wondering what happened when I came when a new pain exploded in my ass. My God, someone had just shoved their hand in my ass. The nun on my face was starting to grind her pussy on my face as she neared orgasm. I licked her clit furiously. The nun fucking me increased her tempo as she got close. Holy shit, I was cumming. All 3 of us exploded at the same time. I could feel a huge load of cum spurt from my cock into her clenching pussy. Nothing stopped. They were still biting my nipples. My balls were still being beat and the hand in my ass was now invading deeply into my colon. The pussy on my face was quickly replaced by the one that had just fucked me. It was dripping with my cum. I knew I was expected to lick it and, as soon as I started, she let go with a stream of hot piss. I swallowed and licked it all. She moved off to be quickly replaced with another. I was still hard. Someone was now beating my dick with a cane or rod of some sort. Damn, that stung a lot on my sensitive cock. I needed a pussy to take my mind off all the pain in my cock, balls and ass. It didn't take an instant before a plump, fat pussy was rubbing back and forth across my face. I licked eagerly. She tasted good. A river of pussy juice flowed out of her. I lapped it up. She told me to seal my lips around her peehole and suck. I did as told and her hot pee flowed into my mouth like sucking it out of a straw. It was hot and sweet on my tongue. Her next order was to suck her clit hard until she came. I drew her hard button into my mouth and in less than a minute she came in great shuddering waves.

Next was a thin nun. She looked about 40 with large breasts and a well trimmed pussy. She leaned over and drooled her saliva in my open mouth. How strange. I had no choice and swallowed it. She put her mouth close to my ear. "When Mother Superior decides to either retire or terminate you, I'm the Sister that castrates you and then removes your penis. I do it slowly and painfully and the juices flow out of my vagina the entire time. I am known as Sister Mary Castrata and, one way or the other, you will be under my knife. Right now I am going to put my rectum over your mouth and you are going to stick your tongue deep into me. I will be pushing a turd onto your tongue. And you will draw it partially into your mouth and suck on it until I tell you to stop. I am the only Sister allowed to do this because of my status as castratrix. Mother Superior does not allow us to defecate in our slave's mouth because of the risk of infection. Suck it good and you will be rewarded with my sweet urine and the opportunity to lick me to an orgasm." Did I have a choice? I don't think so. Her ass descended on my face. I pushed my tongue into her open rectum and could feel her pushing in return. The tip of her turd touched my tongue. I licked all around it, trying to coax it down to her sphincter. It finally worked its way to her asshole and poked a tiny tip outside. I kept lubing it with my tongue and she kept pushing it out. She stopped pushing when 3 to 4 inches of it was sticking out of her rosebud. "Now, suck on it," she hissed. I did as told and after a few minutes I was ready to gag and I didn't want to do that. Another hiss. "Stop now and push it back into my rectum but, before it is all the way in, I want you to bite a piece off the end. I'll want to see it on your tongue before I urinate in your mouth. You will squish it flat all over your tongue and then I'll wash it down. You will then be allowed to lick me to orgasm." Once again I did as told. My gag reflex didn't give me away. After she was satisfied with me, her pussy opened up and a cleansing stream of her hot pee washed the foul taste of her solid body waste down my throat. Thank God. Her pussy was sweet tasting and she enjoyed multiple orgasms as I licked and sucked her pussy.

During this entire time, my balls were being beaten, fingers were fucking my peehole, fists and arms were being shoved deep inside my ass and my nipples were being bit and pinched horribly. The pain was terrible and there was nothing I could do about it. Not a single damn thing. Right now my only goal in life was to stay alive and enjoy all the orgasms I could have. I was going to learn to love their pee and I was going to make myself get addicted to the pain and abuse. After seeing what they did to me, I knew they were serious and I knew that some life was a whole lot better than no life. By now I had taken about 10 or 12 bladders of pee and I really had to go bad. One of the older nuns noticed my frantic moans and head shakes. She came over and I mouthed the word 'pee' over and over. I did not want to get in trouble for peeing uncontrollably without permission. She said, "So, you must have to pee." I nodded my head yes. "Well, when you have to go, just stick out your tongue and waggle it from side to side. We'll slide a funnel over your dick and it goes right to the drain. Just let it rip. At night, you'll be catheterized." She motioned for one of the other nuns to hook me up while she straddled my open mouth and let her warm pee drain into my tummy. I must be going a little nuts because it tasted good to me. She finished and slid her clit onto my tongue. I quickly brought her to orgasm. She patted me on the head and said, "Good boy." I felt kinda proud. And, my bladder sure felt better. The crowd had thinned out quite a bit and there were only 6 or 7 nuns left. They were still working me over pretty hard but I was almost numb to it for now. A few more relieved their bladders in my mouth and had their pussies and asses licked to their satisfaction. Only 3 left and they were all in their late 40's to early 50's. Nice enough bodies, a little saggy but nice breasts and womanly hips. I liked that look, especially with closely trimmed pubic hair, which they had. What were they up to, I was wondering. I was pretty sure none of them had peed on me or had me satisfy them with my tongue. They were possibly the nuns that were beating my balls and punishing my ass and nipples. I knew I’d find out in a minute because they were all gathering around my head and I was staring up at their pussies and breasts.

The one on my right spoke first. “We are Sisters of the Divine Agony and have been for over 20 years each. We joined the order when we found out what they do for entertainment and no other reason. All three of us are dedicated sadists of the highest order and we are going to be your real torturers. The rest of them enjoy it but we live for it. Sister Mary Agony lied to you when she said we might retire you if you do well. That has, and will, never happen. We are already in the process of advertising for another ‘handyman’ and we are rarely without one for more than a couple of days. You will be kept around until we have used you up. That can be as short as 3 days and as long as 3 months. We have only had a couple that made it past that and it wasn’t much past. You will be castrated by Sister Mary Castrata. She is a real physician and she loves to do it. We are much more interested in destroying your testicles, penis, asshole and nipples through more mundane methods. Usually, when she takes your testicles and penis, there’s not much to take anymore. We are going to start on you in a few minutes and I enjoy it more when you know there is no hope. Your goal now is to stay alive for 3 months and I can promise it will be an agonizing 3 months.”

They positioned the mirror so I could watch them work. I didn’t think I wanted to see it but now that I had no hope, I would at least try to watch. They propped my balls up a small wooden block and proceeded to beat them with what looked like meat tenderizers. The pain was unbelievable and, at first I thought I was going to pass out but somehow I didn’t. One of them put steel alligator clamps on my nipples and attached them to a pulley in the apparatus above my platform. She hung what looked to be about a 20 pound weight and the pain in my nipples went from 1 to 10 instantly. She wasn’t done yet. She started putting hypodermic needles through the nipples, as close to the tip as she could. She was like a machine, one right after the other. Holy Shit!!!! It hurt so bad. I couldn’t believe my cock was still hard as a brick. It must be the drugs. She must have put 20 needles in each nipple. They throbbed and sharp pains shot through them. Plus, the other two were still pounding my balls to mush. I wanted so bad to scream but all I could do was moan. Tears were coursing down my cheeks. “I know the needles in your nipples hurt but it’s nothing compared to the needles we’re going to ram through your testicles. We use big, 18 gauge, 3 inch needles and we put hundreds of them in and we do it slowly and very painfully. We are also going to stick our hands in your rectum and you’ll notice we all have sharp fingernails and we will use them to scrape and tear the inside of your colon. You’ll bleed a lot but it’s not like you’ll bleed to death from it. We will also do the same thing to the inside of your penis. We will jam our fingers as far down your urethra as we can and then we’ll scrape the inside raw with our fingernails. An erect penis will have lots of blood in it. Finally, we will make you pee and the salty urine will burn like fire. You will be granted an orgasm but, it too will be agonizing because we will be beating your penis with 1 inch steel rods as it is trying to release your ejaculate and your penis will be taped to a piece of wood so the full effect of the blows can be felt. You might want to give up tomorrow and tell us to just take your worthless testicles and penis and then dispose of you. Then again, you might turn out to be a true masochist and all this will be your fantasy come true,” she laughed.

My balls were next. They attached some sort of strap around it with a ring on it. The ring was attached to another pulley in the apparatus above and they started adding weights until I thought my nuts were going to be pulled off of my body. They had stretched them so far that I could plainly see them rising above my body a good 12 inches. It looked like at least 50 pounds of weight was pulling on them. They showed me the needles. They looked huge and there were hundreds of them. Damn, I needed to get my mind right for this. I at least wanted to make a month. That’s a long time on death row. The first needle was slowly pushed through my left testicle. The pain was indescribable. It was so bad that I lost consciousness for a few minutes. I woke to the 2nd needle penetrating my right testicle. It was worse than the 1st one. I didn’t see any way to take hundreds of them, even though I knew I had no choice.

I have no idea how long the needle torture went on but it had to be hours. They were in no hurry and took their time with every needle. They would talk about it as they were putting them in. How it felt inside and wondering if they could find a way to make it more painful. It was like they were at Bridge Club deciding what hand to play. As they needed to pee or have some oral pleasure, they would straddle my face and, while keeping up the conversation, piss in my mouth or have me lick their pussies and assholes. I was grateful when they did. It took my mind off the pain a little bit. I could see in the mirror what they were doing and how many needles were penetrating my balls. After a while it looked like a huge purple pin cushion and there were still a lot of needles on the tray. They took a couple of timeouts from the needles to fist my ass and scrape the inside raw with their fingernails. I could feel the blood running out of my ass. They also did the same thing to the inside of my urethra and the blood from that was seeping out and dripping on my stomach and pubic area. It hurt so bad, especially when they demanded I pee. Hours later, when they were finally finished with the needles, they said they would grant me my second orgasm of the day. A treat for me, they said. They taped my erect cock to a small, flat board and started beating it with thick steel rods. Next, they added more weight to my nipples and started slapping the needles in my balls. I couldn’t believe my dick was getting harder. The drugs must be doing it. After about 10 minutes of this, one of them leaned over and said, “I know you’re wondering how in the world are you ever going to have an orgasm with us doing all of this to you. It’s simple, I’m going to reach inside your ass and squeeze your drug-enlarged prostate until you ejaculate. It will be a mixture of horrible pain mixed with an unbelievable orgasm.” I felt her hand go into my dilated asshole and seconds later she had a grip on my prostate gland and started squeezing. The combination of pain/pleasure had me thrashing as much as I could. It didn’t take long before I felt the semen boil up my cock, looking for an escape. The steel rods were beating my hard cock. When I finally ejaculated, it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The pain in my cock, balls, asshole and nipples was still intense but the afterglow of the orgasm almost negated it. One of them said, “A couple of the Postulants will be in sometime in the next few hours to remove the needles and clean you up. Sweet dreams.” With that, they turned off the lights and left the room. The darkness felt good, even with all the pain.

Chapter Three

Time became a blur. They would come in at all hours and torment me. I must have been the only toilet in the convent. I drank gallons of pee every day. I was tortured every day. Sometimes, it wasn’t much but sometimes it was a phenomenal amount. I got so that I would crave it. I wanted to beg them to beat my balls and shove needles in them. Crush them and kick them. My mind and body were needing the endorphins. I needed the pee worse than anything. I was always thirsty and would be so happy when the door opened and 5 or 6 of them came in to empty their bladders. They were usually dressed in full habits and would just continue their conversations as, one by one, they would lift up their habits, straddle my face, pee in my mouth, have me lick them clean and then get up for the next one. I felt like I was the ladies’ room. I was okay with that.

One day Sister Mary Agony came in by herself. I hadn’t seen her in a while, even though I think she did occasionally enjoy using me for her toilet and torturing me a little bit. I think she had her big thrills when she kidnapped me and did all the body modifications. She locked the door behind her and pulled up a stool, leaned over and, in a soft voice, started talking to me. “You’ve been here now for nearly 3 months and you’re one of the best handymen we’ve ever had. All the Sisters seem to like you better than any we’ve had. They all say, and I agree, that you are eager to please us and you welcome the pain and torture we give you. You obviously crave our urine and can’t get enough of it. We all know how bizarre this situation is for you but we are a bunch of really kinky, sociopathic women that have almost no control over our desires. We’ve been doing this for years and, surprisingly, we have no problem recruiting new women to our order. There seems to be an endless supply of sadistic women out there and when they find out about us, they beg us to enter our order.” I nodded my head earnestly. I didn’t know where this was going but I was tickled about having the close contact with her. “Anyway, I know you’ve been told that the part about retiring you was a sham. We’ve done that in the past because so many of the handymen went crazy when they were told the truth and they had to be disposed of before we had any time to torture them. You were different. You seemed to accept the hand you’d been dealt and decided to make the best of it. We all like that. Plus, you are the best at drinking our urine and bringing us to orgasm with your lips and tongue.” I was still nodding my head and had no idea where this one-sided conversation was going but, the longer she talked, the better I liked her. “Anyway,” she continued, “All that being said I would like to make you an offer. I realize that you are in no position to refuse but this is an interesting offer and we’ve never made it before.” I was all ears and had no idea what she was trying to tell me. “Your first option is to be castrated and have your penis removed in a most painful way. You will be disposed of after that has been done. This is what we traditionally have done. The second option, the one we hope you will accept, is being castrated and, believe me, it will be done slowly and painfully, because we all enjoy inflicting pain on men. You would be allowed to keep your penis, we would make you a full set of dentures and we feel very confident that we can restore your vocal cords. You would become a sort of pet for us. We would wheel you around in a wheelchair and you would have your own quarters. We would also have a set of prosthetic arms made for you so you could perform some of the functions of a normal person. Your prostate would be left intact and I’m sure that, by now you’re aware that orgasms come from there, not from your testicles. We would give you periodic injections of testosterone so you could enjoy occasional orgasms. We would still require you to drink our urine and perform orally on us. You would even have your rectum, nipples and penis tortured from time to time but probably not as horribly as we do now. You don’t have to make a decision now but I would like to know in a day or so because we have a new handyman that’s about ready to wake up and start his new job.” Hell, I didn’t have to wait 10 seconds. I nodded my head yes vigorously. That almost sounded like a good job, especially since I thought I was about at the end of my rope. I’d still get to drink all their delicious pee, lick their wondrous pussies and I would finally be off of this platform. I would look forward to their tortures and torments. I had become quite addicted to it. I wanted and needed the pain. I don’t think I could cum without it. “Well, that was certainly quick,” she said. “I’ll start making the arrangements immediately and it’ll probably be at least a week before we can proceed. We’ll need gum impressions and all sorts of measurements. Sister Mary Castrata will do the actual castration. It is, after all, her favorite thing to do and she is so good at it. We all enjoy the show. She will also do some of your surgery, especially the vocal cords, being as she was the one who cut them. When your castration has been performed, you will undoubtedly pass out from the pain, hopefully for you in the middle of a huge orgasm. You will not wake up until we have completed all the necessary work on you. It might be a couple of weeks but, of course, you will think it’s just a few minutes.” With that speech, she stood up, hiked up her habit and straddled my face. My mouth instinctively opened and was soon filled with her delicious, warm pee. When I got my voice back I would thank each one of them every time they filled my tummy with their golden nectar and I would do the same thing every time they tortured me. I really loved these Sisters.

Chapter Four

Time went by much more quickly now. I had a goal and a future. They all knew it and they were all pretty happy for me. I smiled every time one or more came into my little chamber. I was even happy when the three nuns would visit me who were the real sadists of the Order. I think they let up on me just a little tiny bit. They knew they had a new handyman on the way and it was always more fun with fresh meat. I knew the castration would be painful but, after all I’d been through, I knew I could handle it. Finally, one morning Sister Mary Agony came to see me again. I’d already had all the exams and gum impressions a few days ago. I was as ready as I was going to get. “I could have told you yesterday but I didn’t want you thinking about it all night,” she said. “Your castration is going to be done in a couple of hours and, after that, we’ll do all the rest. You won’t remember much of the next two weeks but I am pretty sure you’ll enjoy your remaining years here with The Sisters of Divine Agony. We will be moving you to the Operating Room in a short while to prep you for the removal of your testicles. The room has a small amphitheatre for all the Sisters to watch you become a steer. It’s a very big event for us. We only do it 3 to 5 times a year so every Sister will be there to enjoy your pain with you. There is going to be a regular parade of nuns in here for their final opportunity to urinate in your mouth for a few weeks. They are treating it like it’s your birthday and I’m going to be first.” With no further words, she hitched up her habit and I got a great view of her wondrous pussy. She straddled my open mouth and filled me up with her golden urine. I hoped every single Sister made it in here. An hour later, I was about to rescind my wish. I had counted 19 of them and my bladder was bursting. They allowed me to empty it and then I was transferred to a gurney and rolled out of my torture chamber to the operating room.

It was very bright in the operating table portion of the room but the amphitheatre portion was much dimmer. All the Sisters were dressed in thigh high nylons, 4 inch heels and their head covering. Sister Mary Castrata was dressed identical to them except she had a surgical mask and sterile gloves on. They had even set up 2 video cameras to record the event and the Sisters could watch on the high-definition TVs if their view was blocked. The surgical tray was filled with all sorts of devious looking devices and I was pretty sure most, if not all, of them would be used on me. There were dermal hammers, Wartenburg wheels, needles of all sizes, scalpels, meat tenderizers and a bunch of stuff that made no sense to me. I was lifted onto the table and strapped down so tightly I damn near couldn’t breathe. I was propped up with about a 20 degree tilt towards the Sisters and a mirror had been positioned above my balls so I could enjoy the show with everyone else. I didn’t think I’d be looking at the mirror very much. Sister Castrata pulled up a block of wood that she fit snugly under my huge balls. It snapped into place and she laid my ballsac on it. It looked so big in comparison to her hands. My balls were the size of Ostrich eggs, at least. Plus, they were all black and blue and purple. They had been through a lot. I think I was going to be a lot happier when they were gone, even though I knew this was going to be very painful. She fitted my erect cock into a soft, pliable rubber sleeve that felt really good and then taped it to my stomach. Next was this strange device that stretched a small elastic band to a very large size. She called it an elastrator that was used for castrating bulls by slow, fairly painless, strangulation. She said she was using it to isolate my testicles and slow the blood loss from her castration. She snapped the first band in place and I thought I was going to levitate off the table it was so painful. The second hurt as bad as the first but, after a few minutes, the pain subsided to a dull ache in my ballsac. She said, “I’m going to start now and the pain will be tremendous. I am basically going to destroy your testicles before removing them and your scrotum. If you pass out, we will revive you before continuing. We want you to feel everything we do to you. This will take a couple of hours and I am going to enjoy every second of it and the Sisters are equally excited.”

The first blows from the rubber mallet were excruciating but nothing I hadn’t endured before. I knew my endorphins would kick in shortly and I could handle that pain. In fact, I sometimes almost enjoyed it. My cock would always get harder with a ball beating. I could feel my testicles getting mushy and start to swell as she continued beating them. She was talking to the Sisters in the audience, telling them that she was just softening them up. Her next item on the agenda was pounding actual nails into my testicles. She used the rubber mallet to drive them through my balls. I had had lots and lots of needles but never full-size nails. The pain was too much. My vision started getting blurry and then it got dark. I was in a dark tunnel and I had tremendous pain in my groin. Whew, what’s that smell? I came back out of my pain-induced reverie to see one of her assistants, a young Sister, waving something under my nose. It must be some form of smelling salts. Her spectacular breasts were waving under my eyes and that was doing me more good than the salts. She did smile at me. I looked in the mirrors to see what Sister Castrata had done. There were 4 nails driven through each testicle. The pain inside of my balls was so intense that my mind wouldn’t comprehend it. Now she was sticking hypodermic needles into me as fast as she could get them off the tray. The pain compounded with each one. After 50-60 needles were embedded in my testicles, she pulled out a couple of hypos filled with liquid. Explaining to her audience that these were filled with a combination of alcohol and hot pepper juice, she injected each testicle with a needle full of the concoction. My balls were on fire. I couldn’t scream but my moans were as loud as any scream could be. She stepped aside so all the Sisters could get a good look at my balls. Flashes were going off like they were at a rock concert. They were actually taking pictures of this. My God, I’d like to see their photo albums. Finally, the young Sister with the pretty breasts stepped in and started removing the needles. When she was finished, she used a common claw hammer to remove the nails. That hurt like hell as she used my testicles as the fulcrum to gain enough leverage to get them out. I could see my balls in the mirror and they were horribly swollen, bloody and misshapen from the abuse. She used alcohol to clean me up and it burned like more fire. The insides of my testicles were still burning from the injections of Sister Castrata. I have no idea how long all this had lasted but it had to have been close to an hour, at least. She pulled on fresh rubber gloves and picked a scalpel from the tray, the blade gleaming in the bright lights. “I am going to slowly and carefully remove your scrotum from around your testicles. I will get it off in one piece and it will make some lucky Sister a lovely coin purse. Most of us already have one and yours is so big that it will make a very special one. Surprisingly, the pain was not nearly as bad as I would have thought. It hurt like crazy but it was tolerable. I watched in the mirror as she carefully sliced her way just below the elastrator band. Not much blood at all. When she was finished slicing all the way around, she slipped the sack over the balls and deposited it in the tray. My balls were exposed. My actual testicles were laying on the wooden block. They looked a lot smaller without their covering but they were still as big as turkey eggs. They were all gray and mottled with a lot of blood everywhere. They felt really cold. The young Sister immediately stepped in and cleaned the blood and viscera off of them. Now I could see the cords that connected them to my body. It looked like the catgut on a tennis racquet. I could tell this was Sister Castrata’s favorite part of the ritual. She picked up the Wartenburg Wheel and rolled it over each testicle, puncturing it with every needle-like spike. My eyes rolled back in my head once again and the lights went out. I woke to the same scenario. Next was the dermal hammer which she used to beat my hateful orbs with staccato blows. Needles followed the hammer and she would hold the defenseless testicle in her hand and drive the big, 18 gauge, needle all the way through it. She must have driven 30 needles in them. I was in delirious pain. My vision was blurry and the sweat was pouring from every pore. When all the needles were in, she took the metal meat tenderizers and started beating my naked testicles, needles and all. Some of the needles broke off inside of my testes. She was in a controlled frenzy. I could see the look of lust in her eyes and I knew that waves of pleasure were coursing through her pussy. I’m glad somebody was having fun because I was in agony and they would not let me pass out. When I did, true to her word, they revived me. I was at the point where shock and endorphins had rescued me and I figured she knew that. I could see that my cock was rock hard and, in some perverted way, I was enjoying this. She picked two pairs of surgical scissors off the tray and invited the 2 oldest Sisters to come to the operating table. She lowered the table about a foot and had the youngest Sister come down to straddle my face at her command. She was to pee in my mouth and then smother me with her pussy or ass, whichever she preferred. I figured I’d at least like that part. She had two more assistants come down and, after clamping each testicle in a large forceps, she told them that they were to pull the testicles as far out of my body as they could without tearing them out of me. They grabbed the forceps and started pulling. I could see in the mirror how far they got them out. It was an astounding distance. Maybe 12-15 inches. The pain was horrid but I was in a different place now and I was morbidly fascinated by what was being done to me. I wanted to watch as my manhood was taken from me, even though she had effectively accomplished that over an hour ago. The 2 Sisters with the scissors placed them over the outstretched cords. Two snips and it was over. I no longer had testicles. They had them. I was glad they were gone. The pain subsided immediately. The relief was tremendous. Good riddance to them. All they had caused me was grief and pain. Sister Castrata directed the young Sister to straddle me. The pee was so welcome. I drank like a man dying of thirst. It was so delicious. I loved her for giving it to me. I hated it when she was done but I was looking forward to her beautiful pussy covering my face. My tongue was anxious. Someone, I don’t know who, but I was hoping it was Sister Mary Agony, started caressing my cock, sliding her hand up and down the turgid shaft. I could feel the orgasm building in me. The Holy Pussy descended on my face, cutting off all light and air. She moved enough to allow me one brief breath before her asshole was directly over my tongue. I pushed it inside of her as far as I could. The last of my sperm was racing up my shaft. The explosion was mind-blowing. I came and came and came. It seemed like it was lasting an eternity. Maybe it was. The lights went out. I could hear applause in the background. How weird.

Chapter Five

I woke in a regular hospital bed, rails on both sides with a comfortable mattress and my head on a real pillow. I must be in heaven, I thought. Had all of this really happened? It had. I still had no arms and no legs but, holy shit, I had teeth in my mouth. I could eat again. She’d told me the truth. God love Sister Mary Agony. I was in love. I was going to have a life. I was the happiest guy on the planet. Please, please, please, would one of those beautiful Sisters please come in here and give me some of their delicious, wonderful, golden pee? I tried to talk. It hurt a little but I could make sounds. “Hello, hello, hello,” I tried to yell. It came out in a hoarse whisper but it came out and it was my voice. I would be able to thank them and maybe even talk to them. I laid there, looking at the TV. TV? What the hell? I even had a TV. I laid back on my pillow and just giggled to myself.

I must have been laying there 30 minutes, totally awake by now, when Sister Mary Agony walked in. “Our monitors told us you were awake and I wanted to come in and see how you felt.” I whispered that I was great, I was better than great. I was grateful and happy. I was also very thirsty. “Trust me, you’ll never be thirsty for very long around here. We’re be bringing in a nice, comfortable platform for you to use. It’s all electric, motorized so you can get around, it’s capable of many different positions to drink our warm urine and orally satisfy our vaginas and rectums whenever we need it. We can also strap you down in it and torment your penis, nipples and anus. The best part, though, is the prosthetic arms we’ve had made for you. They will require a lot of therapy to get used to them but, once you figure it out, you’ll be pretty mobile.” I was truly tickled to death. I was still a young guy. I could be eating pussy, drinking pee and sucking their asses for many years.

Sister Mary Agony hitched up her habit, climbed up on the bed and straddled my open mouth. Her warm pee flowed easily into my throat. I licked her clean. Her divine, wonderful pussy descended on my face. It tasted so good. I licked and sucked at her until I tasted the delicious arousal juices from deep inside her pussy. She started to shudder. I knew her orgasm was imminent and I licked more furiously. I think I felt some stirrings in my cock. It was starting to grow hard. This was going to be good.