The Nun´s Perils

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The Nun´s Perils

Post by Hand-Holder » Mon May 29, 2023 9:27 pm

This story is partly developed with chat GPT and partly developed with my own writing


The Nun´s Perils

Sister Mary Elizabeth, a 36 year old nun dedicated to her faith, found herself in a nightmare beyond comprehension. With her old car broken in a dense forest road during a stormy night, she headed into a distant light to ask for help, but instead stumbled upon a decrepit cabin. Unbeknownst to her, it belonged to a malevolent giant known as Grimwald. With a sinister grin on his face, Grimwald surprise the Nun from behind and swiftly captured Sister Mary Elizabeth, imprisoning her within his massive hands.

Sister Mary Elizabeth squirmed futilely as Grimwald's colossal fingers wrapped around her, trapping her within his curved firm palm. The tightness of his grip left her breathless, the pressure rendering her immobile. Panic coursed through her veins as she realized the enormity of her situation, helpless against the sheer strength of the giant's grasp.

As the giant's fascination for his prey grew, he elevated and brought Sister Mary Elizabeth closer to his face. His eyes, filled with dark curiosity, bore into her, stripping away her sense of security. The nun's heart raced with fear as she stared into the abyss of the giant's dilated black pupils, sensing a malevolence lurking within.

Grimwald reveled in his dominance, toying with Sister Mary Elizabeth's emotions as he brought her inside his giant shack. He than looked closely at her, as his thumb gently traced the contours of her tiny body, leaving her trembling with a mix of terror and disgust. His chuckles reverberated through the air as he whispered devious words, whispering how sexy she is as for a barely matured Nun, despite her modest religious attires, tormenting her faith and taunting her with the depths of her vulnerability.

With each passing minute, the giant's daring grew bolder. He playfully tossed Sister Mary Elizabeth between his hands, making her soar through the air and plummet into his waiting palms. The abrupt changes in velocity left her dizzy and disoriented, heightening her anxiety. The mere anticipation of his next actions turned her stomach into a pit of dread.

In a moment of sadistic amusement, Grimwald brought Sister Mary Elizabeth perilously close to his gaping maw. His hot breath washed over her, carrying a stench of decay and malice. The nun felt a shiver crawl down her spine as his teeth, sharp as daggers, grazed against her, threatening to turn her fragile existence into a grisly demise.

As Grimwald's audacity reached new heights, Sister Mary Elizabeth clung to her faith and summoned her inner strength. With every ounce of courage she possessed, she desperately tried in vain to break free from the clutches of the malevolent giant. The battle between Sister Mary Elizabeth and Grimwald was about to unfold—an epic struggle for her soul and her escape from the monstrous grip that bound her...

Unbeknownst to Sister Mary Elizabeth, Grimwald, the devious giant, had a twisted plan brewing in his malevolent mind. With a deceptive smile, he feigned weakness, purposefully allowing the nun to believe she was making progress in her escape. Step by step, he meticulously orchestrated a treacherous game of illusion, savoring every moment of her desperate squeezed struggle.

As Sister Mary Elizabeth pushed against the giant's fingers, she felt a slight give, a hint of movement. Encouraged by this perceived weakness, her determination surged. With a glimmer of hope flickering within her, she strained her every muscle, attempting to slide through the narrowing gap between the giant's thumb and forefinger.

The nun's body, small and fragile, strained against the immense pressure of the giant's hands. Each incremental inch of progress came at a cost and she endured agonizing discomfort as all her muscles protested. She suppressed cries of despair, gritting her teeth to bear the torment inflicted upon her as she fought to extricate herself from the clutches of her captor.

Grimwald, reveling in his malicious game, subtly adjusted the tension of his fingers a bit tighter. Sister Mary Elizabeth's hopeful escape route closed like a vise, squeezing her frail form with increased intensity. Yet, the giant cunningly disguised his grip and made it much lighter, allowing her to believe she was inching closer to freedom. Her false sense of victory fueled her determination, though it unknowingly led her closer to the jaws of despair.

Inch by inch, Sister Mary Elizabeth pressed forward, her progress painfully slow. Every movement sent surges of despair radiating through her body, making her doubt her strength and fortitude. The pressure caused her breathing to become shallow and labored, her muscles trembling with exhaustion. Yet, her resolve remained unbroken, her hope a flickering flame within the darkness of her confinement.

Just as Sister Mary Elizabeth believed she was on the verge of liberation, with the shapes of her breasts coming out, barely noticeable under her mantle, Grimwald revealed his true power. With a sadistic grin, he suddenly tightened his grip, trapping her once more. The agony intensified as the giant's hands closed around her, squeezing with unyielding force. Sister Mary Elizabeth's heart sank, her dreams of escape shattered in an instant, replaced by a profound sense of helplessness.

Though defeated in her attempt to escape the clutches of the treacherous giant, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to succumb to despair. Even in the face of overwhelming adversity, she summoned her indomitable spirit and unyielding faith. The battle for her freedom, both physical and spiritual, had only just begun.

Sister Mary Elizabeth's heart pounded hard again within her chest as Grimwald, the malevolent giant, brought her closer to his gaping maw. However, his intentions took a twisted turn, as he decided to prolong the nun's suffering through a sadistic game of taunting and torment.

As Grimwald maneuvered Sister Mary Elizabeth towards his mouth, she felt a rush of fear and disbelief. Expecting the sharp pain of teeth or the darkness of his throat, she braced herself for an untimely demise. But instead, the giant's mouth acted as a wicked stage for his cruel entertainment.

As the giant fleshy mouth stood still, she quickly tried to get out but just as the nun thought she would evade her captor's clutches, Grimwald's enormous tongue snaked upwards from below, flicking against her tiny body, right between her legs and thighs, an invasive presence facilitated by the loose openness of her simple nun´s attire. Its slimy texture and unexpected wet touch sent shivers down her spine. The giant's purpose became clear and reveled in her struggle and intended to keep her within the confines of his mouth, at the mercy of his devious whims.

Sister Mary Elizabeth fought with all her strength to escape, grasping the edges of his giant wet lips to elevate her whole figure upwards but the giant's relentless tongue continued to prod and tease her from below. The massive muscle darted back and forth against her fragile legs, intentionally destabilizing her and causing her to stumble downwards. Each time she regained her footing, the tongue would strike again, knocking her off balance and sending her spiraling into a dizzying descent of confusion and frustration, enhancing her ordeal with the fact she always ended up seating on the lively muscle as if was mounting it, legs wide spread along its rugged sides.

Grimwald's tongue prodded and toyed with Sister Mary Elizabeth, constantly reminding her of her insignificance. It brushed against her, trailing up and down her tiny body, sometimes intensely rubbing indecent against her panties, amplifying her sense of vulnerability and sacrilege. She was trapped in a perverse dance with the giant's pervert appendage, feeling both repulsion and an odd sense of helplessness as it persisted in its relentless pursuit.

With every misplaced step, Sister Mary Elizabeth teetered on the precipice of the giant's waiting mouth and the wavy invasions between her thighs and crotch. The fear of being swallowed whole gnawed at her, but Grimwald cunningly withheld the final blow. He reveled in her terror, prolonging the torment and savoring the anguish that painted her face. The anticipation of her eventual fall into the darkness consumed her every thought, making her desperate attempts to escape all the more futile.

Though trapped within the twisted game of the giant's tongue, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to surrender her spirit or her faith. Despite the humiliation and the relentless taunting, she summoned her inner strength, determined to find a way out of this macabre predicament. The battle for her survival and freedom had reached a new, treacherous stage, but she was ready to face it head-on.

As the giant, Grimwald, suddenly grabbed the nun by her chest and removed Sister Mary Elizabeth from his mouth, a temporary sense of relief washed over her. But little did she know, her plight was far from over. The giant placed her onto a towering table, depositing her totally loose and seemingly granting her freedom to run. However, it was a cruel ruse that only deepened her entrapment.

Sister Mary Elizabeth's heart raced with hope as she found herself standing on the vast expanse of the giant table. Believing she had a chance to flee, she darted towards the edge, her determination fueling her desperate escape. Yet, the cruel truth quickly became apparent as the immense height of the table rendered her attempts to climb down completely futile.

The nun teetered on the precipice, her hands grasping the table's edge as she peered down into the vast abbys below. Fear coursed through her veins as she realized the deadly consequences of any misstep. Each desire to lower herself was met with the daunting realization that she could not reach the ground safely with a jump, leaving her suspended between escape and a seemingly endless fall.

Grimwald reveled in his ability to control the nun's fate. Standing nearby, he played a cruel charade, pretending to lunge and grab her with his massive hands. Sister Mary Elizabeth, her heart pounding with fear, frantically dodged his feigned attempts, her hopes of escape dashed at every feint. The giant delighted in her terror, his booming laughter echoing through the vast space.

Grimwald sometimes allowed himself to grab a piece of the nun´s mantle, just enough to keep enforcing the panic but than allowing her to pull away and momentarily release herself away, but in the process he managed to cause the nun to involuntarily rip her own attire, little by little. Sister Mary Elizabeth grabbed her torn mantle, maybe hoping for a split second to use it as a makeshift rope to lower herself down. However, as she tugged with all her might from the repeated calculated grips of the giants fingers, the fabric gave way, ripping the whole apart under the strain. The sound of the tearing material echoed in her ears, a painful reminder of her renewed vulnerability and the impossibility of her escape.

Sister Mary Elizabeth's spirit sank as she realized the cruel reality of her situation. The towering table became her prison, an insurmountable obstacle separating her from freedom. No matter how she strained, she was trapped, surrounded by vast emptiness. The nun's hope flickered, but her determination remained steadfast, knowing that the battle for her survival and escape was far from over.

Though confined to the towering table, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to succumb to despair. With each passing moment, but now the battle against Grimwald, the malevolent giant, had taken a new form, she was deeply exposed to him, since the mantle was now barely clinging to her body, already revealing her two modest pieces of pale and simple underwear, beneath the massive elongated gaps of her pious nun´s garment.

As Sister Mary Elizabeth stood on the towering table, her torn mantle hanging limply from her shoulders, a sense of vulnerability washed over her. Stripped of her protective covering, she felt completely exposed and defenseless. However, her trials were far from over as Grimwald, the malevolent giant, revealed his next diabolical plan in the form of a towering wooden cross that he just grabbed and would surely serve as both a symbol of torment and a means of binding her further.

The tattered remnants of Sister Mary Elizabeth's mantle barely clung to her body, providing little solace or cover. The exposed skin and torn fabric accentuated her vulnerability, leaving her feeling raw and unprotected. The frayed edges whispered of her struggles and served as a grim reminder of the cruelties she had endured.

Grimwald's sadistic delight was apparent as he maneuvered the towering wooden cross onto the table. Its imposing height cast a shadow over Sister Mary Elizabeth, causing her heart to sink. The cross stood as a symbol of suffering, and she knew it would soon become an instrument of her captivity, ensnaring her fragile form.

As the giant positioned the cross, its apex soared beyond Sister Mary Elizabeth's reach. The nun's sense of entrapment deepened as she realized that escape from this new confinement would be even more arduous. The sheer height of the cross taunted her, reminding her that freedom was an elusive dream, forever out of her grasp.

With a sinister gleam in his eyes, Grimwald prepared to secure Sister Mary Elizabeth to the towering cross. His massive hands encircled her delicate form, contrasting the vastness of his size with the fragility of her being. The thought of being tethered to the towering structure sent waves of trepidation through her, intensifying her struggle against the inevitable. She squirmed like mad but to no avail, as the giant leaned her backs against the tall cross.

Sister Mary Elizabeth's heart pounded as the giant's grip tightened around her, so he could skillfully take care of some menacing ropes. She realized the futility of resistance, for his strength was overwhelming. Her body trembled as he fastened the bindings, securing her to the cross by 4 key parts, her wrists, her shoulders, knees and ankles. The once-sacred symbol of hope now became a testament to her captivity, and the realization of her powerlessness settled over her like a suffocating shroud.

As Sister Mary Elizabeth remained bound to the towering cross, her vulnerability became starkly apparent to Grimwald, the malevolent giant. With twisted fascination, he took his time, examining every detail of the captive nun's form and how the many hints of her underwear were abundantly revealed under the bare rags of mantle. Grimwald's leering gaze lingered upon Sister Mary Elizabeth, dissecting every aspect of her being. His eyes traveled from her weary face to her trembling limbs, taking in the sight of her vulnerability. The nun felt his unsettling scrutiny, a palpable invasion of her personal space that sent shivers down her spine.

However, his sadistic intentions did not stop there. The giant gathered his breath, unleashing a powerful gust that tore away the remnants of her torn mantle, leaving her scantily clad and exposed. With a sudden, forceful exhalation, Grimwald expelled a mighty gust of air from his massive mouth. The blast surged toward Sister Mary Elizabeth, ripping away the last remnants of her ragged mantle. The fabric fluttered through the air like lost wings, leaving her virtually exposed in a way she had never been exposed to anyone else in her monumental 36 years of life.

The nun's tattered attire, torn and frayed before, was now reduced to mere tiny fragments, scattered by the fierce current of the giant's breath. The veil that had once adorned her was gone, leaving her whole womanly form unwantedly revealed, with only her simple flat shoes and the two pieces of modest underwear. Despite not fashionable, they were inevitably very appealing to the giant, since her age still kept her well shaped and those remaining pieces enclosed naturaly around her very curvy figure. Sister Mary Elizabeth stood exposed, her modesty violated by the destructive force unleashed upon her.

Sister Mary Elizabeth felt a deepening sense of vulnerability. Her body, once covered by the protective discrete mantle, was now exposed to the scrutinizing eyes of the giant. The absence of her upper garment left her feeling already naked, her skin and her spirit laid bare before the malevolent gaze of her captor, that was clearly discerning every detail of every part on her female figure.

Sister Mary Elizabeth's unwavering spirit remained unbroken. Her resilience resided within her, independent of the fabric that once adorned her. Despite the exposure and the violation, she found strength in her inner resolve, vowing to endure and persevere.

Even in the face of exposure and violation, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to surrender her courage. Bound to the towering cross, her resilience burned bright within her. With each passing moment, she clung to her faith and summoned the strength to withstand the trials imposed upon her. Though stripped of her garments, she remained clothed in her unwavering determination to reclaim her dignity and freedom.

As Sister Mary Elizabeth remained bound to the towering cross, her sense of violation reached new depths. Grimwald, the malevolent giant, reveled in his sadistic acts, further defiling the sacredness of the nun's existence. In a cruel display of disrespect, he produced an enormous glass of wine, intending to pour it over her and turn it into a waterfall of degradation.

With a sinister grin, Grimwald raised the giant glass of wine high above Sister Mary Elizabeth. The rich crimson liquid swirled within, reflecting the flickering torchlight. The nun's heart sank as she anticipated the impending deluge, knowing that its purpose was to strip away her sanctity and drench her in profanity.

As the giant tilted the glass, a cascade of wine erupted from its rim. The liquid surged over Sister Mary Elizabeth's body, drenching her from head to toe, quickly sponged by her underwear and soaking every crevasse of her sacred virgin temple. The sensation was akin to a waterfall of desecration, the sacred wine transmuted into a vile torrent that soaked her being and penetrated her very soul.

The wine clung to Sister Mary Elizabeth's skin, leaving a sticky residue in its wake. Its odorous scent enveloped her, mingling with her own natural fragrance, tarnishing the essence of her purity. The sticky embrace was a constant reminder of the giant's power to taint and mar that which was once pristine and now is no more.

As the wine flowed down her face, neck, and body, the nun felt a burning humiliation that seared deep within her. The knowledge that the sanctified wine, meant for sacred purposes, was being used to degrade her struck at the core of her faith. Each droplet that fell upon her was a painful reminder of her helplessness and the sacrilege being committed against her.

Amidst the winefall of desecration, Sister Mary Elizabeth clung to the fragments of her devotion. Her faith remained steadfast, even in the face of such degradation. Though physically drenched and mentally burdened, she summoned the strength to endure, knowing that her spirit remained unbroken. Bound and drenched in the profaned wine, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to allow the giant's heinous act to erode her faith. She held onto the unwavering belief that her sacred purpose would prevail over the darkness that surrounded her.

As Sister Mary Elizabeth stood bound and drenched in the profaned soaking of the wine, the giant, Grimwald, decided to cleanse her in an unconventional manner. He approached her with an unsettling grin, his hands held back, choosing an alternative method to rid her of the sticky residue.

Grimwald leaned in closer to the nun, his warm breath brushing against her skin. With controlled precision, he exhaled softly, directing the air currents to whisk away the thousand wine droplets clinging to her face and neck. Sister Mary Elizabeth felt a strange mixture of relief and unease as the giant's breath enveloped her, like a gentle breeze clearing away the remnants of defilement.

As the giant continued his cleansing ritual, he extended now his massive tongue, its rough texture contrasting with his otherwise devious demeanor. With a surprising delicacy, he began to lick away the wine from her body. The profane wet muscle traveled squeezed along her legs, her belly, her neck, downwards and upwards in several endless waves, brushing carelessly against the rims of her bare underwear. Each lick, though unsettling and unsettlingly intimate, carried away the sticky residue, leaving her skin damp and strangely cleansed and cold.

Sister Mary Elizabeth couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer size of the giant's tongue as it lapped against her. Its enormous proportions engulfed her, dwarfing her own form in comparison. The sensation was both discomforting and disorienting, a reminder of her helplessness within the clutches of the gargantuan adversary. Needless to say, although she did not get a single hint of pleasure, nevertheless, her tits and pussy, barely covered by the tiny fabrics remaining on her womanly form, also got to experience the invasive waves of lascivious powerful brushings. It was a miracle, an authentic holy miracle, how the pressure of the lickings did not rip away the 2 frail pieces of pale fabrics.

As the giant's tongue moved across her body, Sister Mary Elizabeth experienced an array of conflicting sensations. The rough texture of his tongue, coupled with the wetness, created a unique and unnerving feeling. The mixture of discomfort and relief mingled within her, making it difficult to fully process the unusual cleansing method.

Despite the unconventional nature of the giant's cleansing, Sister Mary Elizabeth couldn't shake the unsettling bond that formed between them. The act of him cleansing her, while devoid of tenderness or compassion, created an inexplicable undesired connection. She felt both repulsed and strangely grateful for the reprieve from the stickiness that clung to her, knowing that her survival depended ultimately on enduring these strange interactions.

As the giant, Grimwald, cleansed her with his unorthodox methods, Sister Mary Elizabeth's resilience remained unbroken. Though unnerved by the giant's actions, she clung to her faith and inner strength, finding solace in the knowledge that she was still intact, despite the desecration she had endured.

With an eerie mixture of strength and dexterity, the giant, Grimwald, delicately held the tied Sister Mary Elizabeth in his colossal frim hand, by sliding his fingers between her backs and the wooden cross. The ropes that once bound her to the cross were swiftly cut, releasing her from the physical constraints that held her captive. However, her newfound freedom was short-lived as the giant brought her closer to his enormous mouth again, subjecting her to a harrowing ordeal.

Sister Mary Elizabeth felt the firm grip of the giant's hand, its immense size enveloping her small form. The contrasting sensations of strength and vulnerability intertwined as she realized her fate still lay in the clutches of her captor. With each beat of her heart, she yearned for an escape from this nightmarish grasp, but nothing seamed to hint a glimmer of hope of it all ending so soon.

As the giant brought her closer to his gaping maw, the nun peered into the darkness that awaited her. The abyss of the giant's mouth seemed again like an endless void, swallowing her surroundings and any hope of salvation. Her heart pounded in her chest as she braced herself for the unknown horrors that lay within.

Just as Sister Mary Elizabeth prepared herself for the inevitable, fearing he had is fun and was now really going to swallow her mercilessly, the giant played a wicked game of deception. He merely lowered her legs inside his mouth but did not drop her in. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he mimicked the act of swallowing, his tongue teasingly slithering, right between and upwards along her surrendered tired legs. The sensation of his moist appendage against her pussy virgin lips, despite the presence of her panty in between, was inevitable, since the frail piece of garment was completely soaked from the previous ordeals. This sent a chill of revulsion through her, as she realized she was merely a sex pawn in his sadistic game and no sacred part of her temple was safe from the giant´s powerful lust.

With only her legs and thighs within the confines of the giant's mouth, the nun experienced a long torturous taunting. The giant's tongue danced and flicked against her panty and crotch, probing and prodding around her inner thighs, as if savoring her fear and vulnerability. Each touch of his slimy appendage intensified her anguish, reminding her of her powerlessness and the malevolence that enveloped her.

Trapped between the giant's grasp around her chest and his indecent mouth around her legs, Sister Mary Elizabeth's desperation for escape surged within her. The taste of fear mingled with the overwhelming scent of his breath, further fueling her determination to break free from this macabre confinement. She searched for any opportunity to thwart his cruel intentions, squirming in a careless wild frenzy, clinging to the glimmer of hope that remained within her.

Despite the overwhelming terror and torment she experienced with the giant's tongue, Sister Mary Elizabeth's spirit refused to be broken. Bound by his grasp and subjected to his sadistic taunting, she summoned her inner strength, refusing to succumb to despair.

Sister Mary Elizabeth finally emerged from the abyss of the giant's mouth, as he elevated her body, trembling with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Grimwald, the towering behemoth, held her delicately in his enormous hand, his eyes fixated upon her diminutive form. As the giant's gaze lingered upon her, she couldn't help but feel a chilling combination of vulnerability and fear for what lays ahead.

The giant's eyes, like dark chasms, bore into Sister Mary Elizabeth's being. They held a captivating intensity that sent shivers down her spine. As he examined her every feature, her skin felt as if it were under the scrutiny of a thousand prying eyes. The weight of his gaze left her feeling exposed and powerless.

In the palm of his hand, Sister Mary Elizabeth found herself in uncomfortably close proximity to the giant's face. The warmth of his breath washed over her, a constant reminder of the vast difference in their sizes. The overwhelming scent of his existence, a mixture of earthiness and something indescribably otherworldly, invaded her senses.

The giant's admiration was laced with a twisted curiosity, as if he were studying an exotic specimen. His fingers delicately traced the contours of her face and down along the intricate folds of her body curves, spending just a bit more time when passing over her bumpy covered pussy mount. It was as though he sought to unravel the mysteries of her existence, captivated by the stark contrast between her smallness and his gargantuan stature.

As night fell and exhaustion loomed over the giant, Grimwald suddenly decided to rest but still keep Sister Mary Elizabeth close, very close, too close for her comfort or dignity. With a calculated gentleness, he tucked her securely within the layers of his clothing, against his chest, creating a makeshift sanctuary within his colossal frame. The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest provided an eerie lullaby, as she found herself cocooned in the darkness of his garment, but it was far from calming her from the short elapsed ordeals she had to endure.

The nun's emotions teetered on a fragile precipice. On one hand, she was relieved to have evaded immediate danger, finding a temporary respite from the giant's torments. On the other hand, the knowledge of her captivity within his rough squeezing clothes and the overwhelming scent of his masculinity, brought forth a profound sense of unease. Each passing moment within the suffocating darkness of his attire was a constant reminder of her vulnerability and the uncertainty of her fate.

Though confined within the giant's garments, Sister Mary Elizabeth refused to succumb to despair. In the depths of the giant's slumber, she summoned her unwavering resolve, fortified by her faith and the indomitable spirit that burned within her. Despite the suffocating darkness and the uncertainty that engulfed her, she clung to the belief that redemption and liberation awaited on the horizon.

Within the folds of the giant's clothing, Sister Mary Elizabeth understood that her captor's vulnerability during sleep offered a potential opportunity for escape, a chance to elude the clutches of her monstrous captor. With each passing moment, her resolve strengthened, and a glimmer of hope pierced the darkness that enveloped her.

On the other hand, if she awaked him, the punishment would be unthinkable and most probably unbearable this time, maybe even fatal

In the depths of the giant's slumber, Sister Mary Elizabeth vowed to bide her time, to wait for the opportune moment when the tides would turn in her favor. She embraced the power of patience, knowing that within the darkest of circumstances, a flicker of light could guide her towards freedom.

THE END !!!
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