{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"3bc0dfb5-1260-43de-a174-01f862895ba7","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-03-30T13:23:46.849Z","title":"The Naughty Magazine","slug":"the-naughty-magazine","shortId":"playTt2a","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Set a few decades ago, a novice nun finds a naughty lesbian BDSM magazine. The codes of this story refer to what is portrayed in the magazine. This is a true story.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"d498839b-a070-4cab-a646-9dc40e79b370","title":null,"summary":"\nThe Naughty Magazine (A\nVignette)\n\n\n\nA word from the author: This\nis a true story. It happened over","wordCount":1702,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nThe Naughty Magazine (A\nVignette)

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\nA word from the author: This\nis a true story. It happened over thirty years ago, to a person who\nis now a good friend, and who does not want to be identified (hence\nthe lack of description of her). And yes, at the time, she was a nun.

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\nThe Naughty Magazine

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\nThe young nun stared down at\nthe cover of a magazine lying on the grass. The nun was as virginal\nas any nun ever was. She had never been touched by a man, let alone\nby a woman. Yet she had heard of such things as naughty magazines,\neven though she had never read one. And now she had one in front of\nher.

\n\tShe stared down at the lurid\ncover. It had a title in some Scandinavian language. She did not know\nwhat the words meant. But she could guess, just looking at the cover\npicture of a naked busty brunette hanging in chains, while another\nequally busty brunette threatened her with a bullwhip.

\n \tThe nun opened her mouth\njust a fraction, without even realising that she was doing it. Her\nnipples were starting to harden. Images flashed before the nun’s\nmind, of what that whip would do should its cruel leather ever land\non the naked flesh of the chained up woman. In her mind’s eye the\nnun saw stroke after stroke of the whip descending without mercy, as\nthe victim screamed and begged. But mercy there was none. The whip\nlashed down at the chained woman’s back, reddening the flesh, until\nthe entire back was a reddish-pink hue. But the whipping did not stop\nthere. No, it continued until the flesh began to be cut, and blood\nseeped through the lines of agony. \n

\n\tThe nun had closed her eyes,\nseeing only the animated scene of torture that played out in her\nmind’s eye. Her breath came in little gasps, and the pink end of\nher tongue now pointed out through her parted lips. Was she imagining\nherself as the victim or the torturer? Not even the nun knew. But she\nwas turned on, even though she would never have admitted to such a\nfact. \n

\n \tIn her imagination the\nwoman wielding the whip moved around to the front of her torture\nvictim. She began to whip the brunette’s breasts, the whip\nwhistling down, but barely heard over the screams of agony…

\n\tThe nun opened her eyes. She\nlooked around the clearing. But she was alone in the wood. Nobody was\nabout. Nobody was watching her. Nobody would ever know.

\n\tShe grabbed the magazine. She\nhad to see if there were pictures of one woman whipping another\nwoman’s breasts. She had to see. But she was disappointed to find\nthat it was only the cover of a naughty magazine, and that the\ninsides were missing. Disappointed, she turned over the magazine, to\ndiscover that the back of the magazine had an advert for four other\nmagazines in the series. She stared down at the pictures.

\n\tIn the first picture a young\nwoman, with short black hair, was kneeling on a bed. Another woman,\nmaybe ten years older, was holding a long needle and threatening to\ninsert it into a hard brown nipple. The nun saw that the younger\nwoman already had several needles inserted into her breasts. The\nyoung woman’s mouth was open. But whether in pain or pleasure the\nnun could not tell. \n

\n\tWhat was it like to feel such\nthings? The nun’s hand crept up to grasp her own breast, through\nher clothes, without realising what was doing. Her face reddened,\nperhaps in embarrassment. Her eyes glanced down at the second\npicture.

\n \tIn the second picture a\nwoman was chained face down on a bed, the chain links which\nspread-eagled her clearly biting into her ankles and wrists. She had\nshort, red hair. Because of the way in which she had been bound her\nface could not be seen. Also on the bed, kneeling between the chained\nwoman’s spread legs, there was a muscular black woman, with very\nshort curly black hair. The light shone of the black woman’s skin,\nas though she had been sweating, or perhaps anointed with some oil.\nThe black woman was naked apart from a large, black strap-on, at\nleast ten inches long. The rounded end of the sturdy strap-on was not\naimed at the bound woman’s hairy cunt, but was just touching her\nanus.

\n \tThe nun stared at stared.\nSurely there was no way that the… the thing could fit, was there?\nAnd did people really do things like that? Did women do things like\nthat? Yet here seemed to be the evidence of such activities. The nun\nimagined what it would be like to have her tight anus slowly parted\nby that strap-on monster, and the hard, black plastic slowly slide\ninside, where no such thing should ever intrude, the way that the nun\nhad been taught. Her religion did not approve of such things. It did\nnot approve of unnatural relations between women. So why was she so\nturned on? Why were her nether regions beginning to get hot and wet?\nWhy did the nun want to rub her crotch, a desire which she managed to\nresist.

\n\tYet, as she stared at the\ndirty picture, she also had a desire to be the black woman, with a\nnaked victim defenceless before her. She wanted the strap-on around\nher waist, so that she could… she could fuck\nthe other woman. Yes, she knew that word, it was impossible not to\nknow it, no matter how innocent she might appear to be. A person\nheard such things.

\n\tMore images entered the nun’s\nmind’s eye: of Sister Catherine being the naked woman chained\nspread-eagled to the bed, her anus defenceless against that plastic\nintruder. The nun realised that, with such an artificial device, it\nwould never go soft, and it would never come (which she knew that\nmen’s things did). The woman wearing the strap-on could fuck\nher victim for as long as she wanted, and the other woman could do\nnothing. \n

\n\tThe nun could not help such\nwicked thoughts. He face was now bright red, and her quim dripping\nwith juice, despite the holy vows which she had sworn. Her gaze\nflicked to the third of the four pictures. The nun wanted to see\nmore. She wanted to see all of these dirty things which she had never\nseen before.

\n \tThe third picture was even\nworse, as far as the nun was concerned. It, again, featured two women\n(and the nun had already guessed that the Scandinavian title of this\ndirty magazine translated to something like Lesbian\nTorture). One\nwoman, in her twenties, with short blonde hair, was standing in the\nmiddle of some sort of dungeon. The other woman was in her fifties,\nwith grey hair cropped short. Both women were naked. The blonde’s\nbreasts had been bound at the base with white cord. The blonde’s\nbreasts were large, much larger than the nun’s. But the cord had\nbeen tied so tightly that it was sinking into the skin, turning the\nbreasts into a pair of purplish footballs. The blood had been trapped\nwithin them. But that was not all. The tortured blonde also had a\npair of clamps crushing each nipple. The clamps were made from two\nsmall, flat pieces of wood, joined at each end by a pair of screws.\nThe grey-haired woman was turning the screws so that the wood of the\nclamps almost touched, with purplish-black nipples protruding out of\nthose wooden torture devices. The grey woman was laughing at the\ncamera, as though crushing the nipples of another woman was the\nfunniest thing in the world. \n

\n\tBut it was the face of the\nblonde which got the nun. Her head was back, and her mouth was open,\nand it looked as though she was being overwhelmed with pleasure,\nalong with the pain. Her arms were down by her sides, so that she\ncould have resisted the torture of the breast, had she wanted to. But\nshe made no effort to do so. It was as though she welcomed the pain.\nThe nun, without realising that she was doing so, squeezed one of her\nnipples, as hard as she could, wanting to feel what the blonde woman\nwas feeling. The nun would have given anything to have a copy of the\nadvertised magazine. If that was the cover, then what would the\npictures inside be like? The nun wanted to see it all. She wanted to\nfeel it all. She wanted to be the woman in the photo, her breasts\nturned purple by the rope bondage, her nipples crushed down to almost\nnothing. The nun did not realise it (or perhaps a part of her did)\nbut she was close to cumming, although she had down nothing but\nfondle one of her own breasts and squeeze a nipple.

\n\tThen the nun gazed at the\nforth picture, and she could not tear her gaze away. The picture was\nof some woman’s crotch, which had been shaved clean of all hair.\nThe picture was a close-up, showing no more of the anonymous woman.\nBut that shaven cunt was not the only woman in the picture. There was\nthe head and forearms of a woman with short black hair. That\ndark-haired woman was holding the labia of the shaven cunt apart. The\nphotographer had picked up the fact that the cunt was glistening with\narousal. The nun had never seen a woman’s cunt portrayed in such a\nmatter.

\n\tThat was not all. In her\nother hand the woman was holding a lit cigarette. The glowing end of\nthe cigarette was very close to the shave cunt. Perhaps it was about\nto be plunged into the spread wetness. Perhaps it was about to singe\nthe erect clitoris. Of course the picture had only been posed, and no\ncontact was made. But there was a knowing look on the dark-haired\nwoman’s face, as she stared into the camera. It said you\nwould, wouldn’t you?\nYes, if you had the chance to stub out a cigarette on the end of a\nwoman’s erect clit you would do so.

\n\tThe nun realised that she\nwould. But she also wanted to feel the agony of feeling her own\nlittle nubbin burned by that cigarette. She wanted to be both\ntortured and torturer at the same time. \n

\n\tAs she imagined what it would\nfeel like to really, really be burned in such a sensitive area she\ngave out a little shrink and fell to the ground, overcome by a\npowerful orgasm.

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\nThere is little more to tell.\nThe nun, when she recovered, did not keep the cover of the naughty\nmagazine, or even look at the contents. She went back to the nunnery,\nnot telling anybody what had occurred. But a change had come over\nher, and from then on her dreams were haunted by images of lesbian\ndomination, some of them many times crueller than those portrayed on\nthe back of that magazine. Eventually – although after the passage\nof several years – it would lead to her leaving the nunnery, to\npursue such irresistible desires.

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\nThe End.

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