Knotty Brothers and the Poor sister mmm/FF

[WyattW5]

Request TamatoaSHiny123


In a small orphanage of Saint Agatha, the bulk of the orphanage's populace was had went out for a weekend bible retreat. Leaving the small Orphanage in the trusting hands of Sister Claire, a novitiate with red hair a heart-shaped face and soft brown eyes she was short but had an athletic build to others.
She was the newest of the nuns, wearing the white Franciscan habit to show she is still a novice.

Ten years her elder at thirty-four Sister Elena tall blond hair hidden below her black habit, she had more wrinkles with age and stress lines but she was still very much an attractive woman in her own right. She had been the Mother Superiors oldest friend in the convent going back to the Missionary work around the south.

For the weekend in this section of the Orphanage, three boys had stayed behind, the youngest boy Sam seven years old short brown hair with big blue eyes. Was stuck hobbling around after breaking an ankle climbing a tree.

His older brother by four years, Nathan had decided to stay behind with Sam to keep him company. Nathan was broad for his age, acting more responsible than his older brother and his peers. He often offered to help the sisters be it with chores around the Orphanage. Everyone called it brown-nosing, he called it earning favors.

Dean the eldest at aged sixteen was the ruffian of the band, pushing the limits of the Orphanage at every chance he could. This time he got kicked off the retreat for fighting with fellow members of the orphanage.

Now Dean was stuck in a classroom writing out the ten commandments. Having them drilled into his head was sister Elena’s ideal way to punish which did not include a paddle or wooden ruler.
Brothers Nathan and Sam were in the library both sitting down reading with sister Claire. Sam had begun reading about a knight who saves a damsel in distress. Sitting there reading Sister Claire left the room for the brief moment in which time Sam asks aloud

“what is a Damsel Nathan?”

“I said you weren’t old enough for that book”

“what does it mean Nathan?”

“Well it means, a lady you remember our French lessons, as in Mademoiselle”

Making his brother see it Sam’s eyes grew wide as he seemed to make the connection.

“and distress? Is that where it’s lacking trust”

“No brother that is distrust... distress is like in danger, what book are you reading anyway?”

“Sir George and the dragon”

“no brother that is Saint George and the dragon”

“Yeah...”

Sam’s eyes filled with excitement and joy he still found joy in the smallest of things making Nathan content.
Setting his book down Nathan read Saint George and the Dragon aloud to his little brother. And then sister Claire took the two boys back to their bedrooms now moved to one for convenience.

While Dean stayed up another hour finishing scribbling the commandments for the hundredth time. Setting the book down he looks up to see Sister Elena coughing aloud. She raises her head to see Dean seated not as patiently or as penitently as he should be.

Standing up she walks over to his desk picking up the book she commences to read. Watching her read was unbearable for Dean as she read each and every word flipping the pages he had done them on twelve pages and Dean watches her flip each page with anticipation.

“Your handwriting was getting sloppy Dean, with your academic score I imagined it would be superb”

“My hand was getting tired”

Deans attitude clear in his voice as he grumbles looking to his tightly clenched hand. Sister Elena watches in delight as he grimaces to unclench his hand. For she had harped at him every time he set the pencil down to rub his aching hands.

“All right Dean you may leave”

Dean stood up and marched out Sister Elena imagined he raced for his room. Leaving the classroom to go to the main office where she would hang out the window and light a cigarette. Watching her do this Dean’s wheels started to turn in his head. Going for a supply closet picking the lock with a paper clip and gathering the materials he needed.

Sister Elena had retired to her room for the night it was sister Claire’s charge to mind the front desk. Having removed her black veil only her coif now covered her head.

“Now sister, you really should not be so hypocritical”

“Dean what are you doing here”

Her hand searches for the veil to cover her head completely. Before Dean struck wielding twine he pushes her down to the table setting her stomach on the mattress of her bed. Winding the twine around her hands six times before looping them together with another three.

“Dean let me out of this, this instant you will be pu uhmphf”

Silencing her proclamation with a dry sponge in her mouth. Ripping some of her bed sheet he made a cleave gag tying it behind the head of the coif. Her struggling made it tricky but with the sixteen-year-olds weight on her. Made it easier.

Raising her skirt just past her ankles Dean untied her boots and removed her socks. Binding her ankles together with the same twine wrapping her ankles eight times before running it through two or three more between her ankles. all sister Elena could do was shout angrily into the muffling sponge.

Rubbing the soles of her feet making sister Elena scream bucking on the bed trying to kick but Dean had a good hold on her ankles. Running his fingertips over making her scream. Gently slapping the soles of her feet made her emit a sharp but muffled shout. Her eyes glaring at Dean who continued to run his fingertips over the soles of her feet.

Taking each foot Dean cracked both the toes on each foot making her scream and garble in the slight pain of the crack. Before Dean looks to the time ten o’clock even the sisters had a curfew of eleven taking the twine he rolled out a length from Sister Elena’s ankles to the foot post. Connecting them. Dean opened her bedside drawer.

Finding the Bible, the key to her room and her pack of cigarettes and lighter. Dean shook his head “smoking sister Elena I never would have guessed, for shame” Dean speaks shunning the nun with his gaze.

“We must pray, pray for forgiveness and hope gods eternal light will guide you through this time of temptation”

Kneeling at sister Elena’s bed Dean said a quick but taunting prayer regarding sister Elena begging him to help her find a path from the temptation of smoking. Though it was all just to taunt Elena. Elena took a moment to pray herself.

“All right good night sister I will take these from you, so you do not get tempted”

Taking her cigarettes her room key sister Elena screams again before Dean left the room and locked her in for the night.


(Hours pass)

Night passes and early morning rises. Elena had not gotten much sleep due to her predicament. Rising late she woke to hear Dean back in the room sitting on the bench in her room taking a brush and scraping off the dirt buildup on her shoes. The one duty she was relaxed with. No one looked at her shoes hardly anyone could see her shoes below the dress of her habit. Feeling anxious to go bathroom Elena groans aloud telling her captor she is awake.

“Good morning sister sleep well?”

“Nmmphf plhmphf Dephf lmmphf mphf gmmph”

“Let you go, would you be so ready to let someone off their punishment after such a minuscule sentence?”

“Whufph?”

“Well you are son gun-hoe to point out everyone else’s sins and make them reap the punishments, I have found a number of infractions you alone have done and have not suffered so far as I’ve seen, between your smoking your boots have taken much wear without care. And your feet obviously have not been cleaned as much as they need to be”

Dean had taken notice of the porcelain tub and washcloth by her dresser. Looking to Dean she shakes her head vigorously struggling in her bonds.

“we will get to that first, seeing’s how your feet are so dirty, I shall need to clean them”

Taking her boot brush with its hard bristles. Dean began to softly brush the hard edges against her feet leaving black shrieks along the bottom of her foot. Screaming loudly into the gag Dean commences to dig the brush in making darker black marks and harsher into her feet.

“Dean, Sister Elena?”

Unexpectedly the door opens to find Sister Claire her face full with concern. Letting go of sister Elena’s feet Dean jumped to attention feeling concern he looks to sister Claire.

Dressed in her white Novitiate habit the edge of her hair just visible to Deans eye. The gears in the boys head commence turning again. As he began to scheme upstairs. Sister Claire's voice speaks calmly.

“Dean what are you, why is sister ... what are you doing?”

“Sister Elena wanted me to help her with her penance”

“Lying now Dean please let her go and we can all make this our little secret”

Elena’s eye grew wide as sister Claire grew close to Dean who struck fast taking sister Claire’s wrists ripping a length of bed sheet to bind her hands behind her back.

“Please Dean this is not necesa uphf”

Taking a leftover sponge he had stolen from the supply closet he stuffed it in her mouth before taking the bed sheet to make an OTM gag. Setting her up on the bed he took some twine and wrapped it around her ankles removing her shoes.

Now laying side by side Elena and Claire both groan into their gags as Claire gets accustomed to hers. Dean stood up successfully holding the two nuns in their bondage. Dean smiles

“all right sisters have fun, I am going down to visit some friends uhm enjoy each others company and maybe speak a little prayer”

Dean walks out of the room. Claire looks nervously on Elena who takes deep breaths rolling around attempting to free her own hands. Giving in after two attempts she raises her hands to her sides waving Claire to come in close.

“Lmphf mphf phee iphf iphf cumph fphee yuphf”

Elena spoke trying to untie the knot on Claires cloth bonds Claire attempts the same on poor sister Elena who had been struggling all night with hers. The twine was so small only a sharp blade could cut them free for even her delicate hands could not bring the knots out.

Squirming and moaning into their gags the two sisters look desperately into the eyes of each other. Hoping to find some kind of release from their disposition. How long did Dean intend to keep them how Embarrassing for the reverend mother to come home to find the two in charge left tied up by the rebellious brother.


Meanwhile.

Outside Nathan and Sam were outside in the courtyard enjoying the open air without the clutter of the other children. Sam sat on a bench drawing while Nathan walks around simply enjoying the weather. Dean comes out with a bright smile.

“Hey little bros”

Nathan runs over to hug his big brother while Sam pouts at the table looking down on the paper he was doodling. Dean walks over to Sam at the table.

“Hey, baby bro what’s got you so sad?”

“I can’t run around and play with this bad leg”

Sam pouts and Dean smiles nudging his arm. Nudging the little boy over to see his artwork.

“What is this your drawing here, looks like a dragon and a soldier?”

“Saint George and the Dragon”

“Oh that is a good story a cool story, your drawing is awesome bud” hugging his little brother Sam accepts the hug with a smile.

“And what is this looks like a girl tied up?”

“Yes she is the mademoiselle in distress”

“Oh you mean Damsel in distress”

Sam nods his imagination blooming in his eyes. Dean smiles raising a hand to high five Sam taking Nathan by the shoulder Dean whispers in his ear making Nathan’s eyes narrowed curiously.

“Okay Sam I got a surprise for you but I need you to go back inside put your books away. And come down to the gym”

Sam hurried to take his books back to his room anxious to see what his brothers have in store. The boy moved with eagerness in his swinging stride.

Sam did his best run down to the gymnasium where Nathan and Dean stood taking different articles of the school's minuscule athletic program.

“Alrighty lads if you want an adventure sign up and face perilous journeys”

Dean took on an almost pirate-like voice. Sam walked up to Nathan who held a little paper getting him to sign his name as best he could. Before Nathan led him on the way giving him a wheelchair to act as his noble steed in which Nathan pushed him.

Dean leads them around the gym using their imagination from mucky swamp land to a treacherous forest. Until they reached the center of the gym. Where something lay below a tarp. Dean speaks of a terrible horror guarding a mountainside his voice frightening Sam a bit.

“Now steady lads, for we have come to the home of Grummor the Dragon of the forsaken mountain”

“The forsaken mountain” Sam quivered holding the grips of his wheelchair. Dean comes forward toward the tarped object and speaks

“Our brave heroes have come across. The sacrifice” revealing Sister Claire below the tarp her eyes wide looking from Sam Nathan and Dean in shock

“Oh yay sister Claire is my Damsel”

Sam cheers happily before Dean continues

“ah but before the hero can claim his damsel he must face his Dragon”

Pulling a toddler basketball hoop out seeing all they did was decorate it with colorful craft paper and decorated the front with a picture of a dragon.

“With your mighty sword, you must vanquish this evil beast” giving him his crutch Sam looks to Nathan who nods pushing the wheelchair with speed Sam puts all his force into a single strike of the basketball net. Dean threw it to the ground.

“You have vanquished thy evil dragon now my lord come to claim your rightful prize”

Wheeling Sam next to Sister Claire her eyes wide when Sam looks to Nathan who nods again the little boy leans over and his fingers struggle to release the gag from her mouth. In which case Nathan makes a flick of his wrist at the back of her head dropping the cloth from her mouth.

“Oh thank you good sir night you have rescued me please take me to thy castle where we can live happily ever after”

Freeing her from the chair Claire looks to Dean with a look of disapproval before bending down to kiss Sam on the cheek turning him redder than a tomato. She commences to wheel him away Dean turns to Nathan “I need some of your good boy influence Naty?”

“What did you do now Deanie?”

“Come with me”


Dean and Nathan walk up to Sister Elena’s room to find her angrily stewing in her bonds vigorously shaking her habit was beginning to slip off. Nathan ran to her side and Dean went to her feet taking a bowl of warm water wiping her feet off.

“You didn’t tell me you captured them both”

Nathan scowls and Dean shrugs it off

“Now listen, Sister Elena, I know my brother is a not a good boy, but he has his moments, he went too far here we all agree”

“Tmmphf fmmphf hephf wephf lophf” struggling harder Nathan leans forward

“look, Sister, tell you what Dean and I assist with the camp chores be it clean dishes or whatever, and you forget this ever happened?”

Sister Elena looks to Nathan breathing heavily into her gag. Looking into his eyes she knew she could trust Nathan he had been helping the Nuns for years of his arrival,

“Delphf”

Untying sister Elena she ran to the bathroom Dean and Nathan caught up with Sister Claire and Sam still playfully mooning over each other Sister Elena came downstairs with a warm joyful smile on her face and she whispered in Deans ear

“Thank you for your prayers last night, the temptation is at bay”

Dean smiles and the group gathered for lunch. When the nuns and children all returned. Father Charles came back a smile on his face and the Reverend mother was welcomed home by all five smiling faces. When she asked what got Sam and Dean so gleeful. Sister Elena only said, three knotty brothers and two poor sisters.

[Caesar73]

Very nice The poor sisters