Scarlet stood by her sister and watched... or more precise, she was tied, hung by her arms and legs, her head fixated so she was forced to watch everything without any means of touching herself, which for Scarlet was a torment she claimed was worse than death. She had always been a rebel, since that day she was brought to the convent to study and to learn to harness her powers. More times than any other in recorded history had she been totally subdued in the all holy power of the hogtie where she had been gagged and tied to such degree that she couldn’t move anything and then cramped down in the sacred box of the holy virgins where all naughty girls who didn’t know how to behave ended up. To Scarlet it was the best reward she could be given.<br/>As the nuns-to-be began to undress she could feel her magical cunt began to glisten and slowly her magical water began to run down her cheeks which was carefully gathered in one of the golden bowls by a newly picked initiated.<br/>