CHAPTER 1 Roaming photographer Douglas Rogan, from a small coastal settlement in Massachusetts, had been trolling New Zealand for five months taking s...hots of unusual scenes or notable characters with the idea of producing his 7th pictorial book he aimed to call ‘Kiwiland Under Camera’. The tall, lean blond with inquiring blue eyes had been enchanted with the country and its people and wherever he went had been made to feel quite at home. He’d sent sample photos back to his publisher who. The thing was monstrous, wider than their wrists. Surely even Mother Superior would never be able to take a thing that size in her cunt. Slowly she lowered herself. Her cunt stretched and stretched, the labia expanding as she absorbed the monster cock inch by inch.The novices exchanged worried glances. Up till now the idea of being taken by Zebul had been as a dream; something that would happen at some indeterminate time in the future. Yes, they had seen his cock before but the Sister who he. This is the room you took the girls who failed the rainbow party correct?” Mrs. Turner played along. She pressed a button on the horse and it moved back and forth, reminding him of something seen at a carnival. “Is that right?”“Yes. Everyone stays hush hush about the cult activities, but I would not expose the cult.” She did not respond for a time, tapping her foot, her arms folded. “Would you like to know what I did to Indigo and Orange in here?”He did not. But he said “I do.” “I used one of. I played it the way Kyra had played mine, sending instructions for her to wear nothing under her black burqa when she went to the ceremony. I waited in a dark corner of the hallway outside our rooms, once again experiencing the thrill of feeling naked but invisible in public. I had both hands tucked inside my sleeves, and one hand was casually rubbin' the nubbin. When Claire left for the elevator, I suddenly showed up behind her, startling her when she noticed me. We did not speak as we made.