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Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of

normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances,

these

desires cease to be repressed and are eventually acted out.

Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to

comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior.

Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If

these

cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would

become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be

devastating.

Sister Mary Katherine and the other nuns of her order are the unwilling

victims

of a suburban subculture in CHAINED, TORTURED NUN. Caught up in a covert

world

she never dreamed existed, Sister Mary Katherine struggles to free

herself-until

she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.

CHAPTER ONE

Sister Mary Katherine chewed on her lower lip, pausing in front of the

half-opened doors leading to the main chapel. She hadn't been a very good

nun

lately. She had had the kinds of thoughts Mother Superior had warned her

against

the day before she took her final vows of poverty, obedience and chastity.

Chastity, always the most difficult vow for Sister Mary Katherine to keep,

was

becoming increasingly more unpleasant with each passing hour.

Standing there by the doorway, clutching her long black robes, she tried to

ignore the electric feeling rushing up and down her inner thighs, swelling

in

her cunt.

She closed her eyes, trying to force her mind onto other subjects. There

were

all the reports to worry about, the works to the community, her Vespers.

Inhaling sharply, Sister Mary Katherine smelled the sweet odor of the

burning

candies blowing in from the altar area. All this should have brought her the

sweet peace of God.

Instead, she thought she could see the Devil himself lying in one of the

pews,

beckoning her, his muscles taut, the skin glowing, his eyes piercing into

her

very soul. And growing from the shadows flickering around his waist was a

monstrous, long, thick -

"Oh!"

Sister Mary Katherine turned, clutching her rosary as if it were a lifeline.

The

male organ. Cock is what she had heard some men call it. That was a dirty,

vile

name, worthy only of disdain. And yet - and yet she couldn't help saying it

now

again and again in her mind. The word loomed as big in her thoughts as a

man's

large cock would loom in her bed.

She thought of that now-herself lying naked on her small couch, her cunt

aflame,

glowing with lust, her nipples long and red and stiff while a faceless man

came

to her from the shadows. The only thing she could make out was his his cock!

It

stuck out like a large fat-headed pole, jerking at times, his balls swaying

gently as he knelt beside her and lowered his lips to her tits.

Footsteps! Sister Mary Katherine shook the thoughts from her mind, trying to

ignore the tight, thick feeling of her flesh around her nipples. Someone was

in

the chapel. It was late. Who on earth could it be?

Slipping through the door, she closed it softly behind her, sweeping her

soft

blue eyes over the tops of the empty pews. There was nothing like the peace

of

the church to soothe a troubled, confused mind. But something was disturbing

this holy place. Tracing her fingers along the polished tops of the oak

pews,

she stepped forward, feeling her heart begin to beat faster.

There had been several break-ins in the neighborhood but Sister Mary

Katherine

couldn't believe anyone of that sort would come into God's house and do

something like that. The convent was considered a great help to the

neighborhood, providing counseling and assistance to those who couldn't

afford

it.

"Who's there?"

She managed to maintain a steady voice, peering into the darkness. Was that

movement?

"I asked who's there. You don't have to be afraid. I won't call the police

if

you come out. Please, I know it's late. But you're in the House of God.

Nothing

can happen to you here."

In the corner she saw two heads rising from behind the pews. A jerk of fear

made

the good nun wish she had notified Mother of this intrusion.

"Sister Mary Katherine?" a voice called out.

She started, wondering how they knew her name. She had only recently been

confirmed in the order and had just arrived at Saint Timothy's.

"Why, yes. How do you

"Your brother owes us some money. We think it's here."

Sister Mary Kathe?ine put one hand to her heart, feeling a little faint as

two

large men rose from behind the altar. Her brother Frank had always been the

black sheep of the family, finally striking out on his own seyeral years

ago.

What little they had heard about him since broke their dear mother's heart.

"My brother and I haven't spoken to one another in years," she said stonily-

She had been told that forgiveness was a blessed trait-forgiveness even for

those who do us the most harm. She bowed her head and silently begged God

for

help.

"We think you're lyin', nun or no nun," the tall man said, running his

fingers

through his hair.

It was then that Sister Mary Katherine reaiized someone had been up by the

altar. Some of the vestments had been moved around, as if they had been

searched.

"Yeah, Joe. Fifty-thousand bucks is enough coin to make even a nun think

twice.

It'd buy a whole lotta rosaries, wouldn't it?"

Sister Mary Katherine wasn't sure what they were talking about. But if her

brother had something to do with it, she was certain it was no good. About

to

turn, she let out a gasp of astonishment when she heard them rushing for

her.

"Owwwwwww!"

It was impossible! Not here, not here in this House, not here! Someone had

struck her full in the face, the force of the blow knocking her to one side.

She

staggered, her body striking the back of one pew while her knees seemed to

sink

out from under her.

"Hey, you think she's good at any action? You know, puttin' out? Man, I

ain't h

any good fuckin' pussy for a long time."

"Jack, we just might find out. You don't wanna get a man's cock in you, do

you,

Sister? You want to have some cockmeat squeezin 'into your pussy?" Joe

asked,

reaching down and gripped the top of her habit.

He tugged it back, pulling the wimple from her face, then tearing the bib

down

from around her throat.

Sister Mary Katherine screamed, feeling naked. It was the first time she had

been seen without her full garb in public. She reached for the garments but

was

pushed back roughly for her efforts.

There were noises in the corridor, her cries had aroused the rest of the

convent. Joe pulled a .45 Magnum from his pocket and aimed it at the doorway

while Joe locked one arm around Sister Mary's throat, dragging her to her

feet

and pressing the back of her head against his chest.

"Saints have mercy on us!"

It was Sister Dominic, another young nun, who burst into the chapel first.

Three

others followed, also crossing themselves rapidly while they stared

round-eyed

at the struggling nun.

"How many more of these fuckin' penguins you got runnin' around here?" Joe

asked

mockingly.

"Three," Sister Mary Katherine answered in a strained voice, struggling

against

the arm choking the wind from her.

She was finding it difficult to breathe and her feet were constantly sliding

out

from under her. One thick black shoe had already slipped from one foot and

her

dark nylons had already begun to run.

"They're all in another part of the convent," she added truthfully.

"Good. Don't want any more bargin' in here. Jack, you take 'em outside and

into

the van. Rope and gag 'em. And you cunts listen! We ain't no fuckin'

Catholics,

so we don't give a damn if one of you get some bullets in her Goddamned

skull.

Understand?"

The terrified nuns nodded rapidly, casting a rueful look back at Sister Mary

Katherine before shuffling out in mute terror.

"And don't let 'em give you any holy shit either. If one tries it'

pistol-whip

the bitch," Joe called out after the departing Jack "Now it's you and me,

babe.

You and me," he added, his voice growing thicker. "Now, you gonna cough up

and

spit out the coins or am I gonna have to get a little rough?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I told you my brother and I haven't

spoken in years," she answered, wondering how in heaven's name she could

convince this man she was telling the truth.

"Bitch liar!"

Letting her go, Joe spun the woman around, wrapping his fingers around her

throat and squeezing them into the soft flesh. Automatically the nun jerked

her

hands up, her fingernails flailing against his knuckles. But still he choked

her, squeezing the air from her lungs, blackening out her brain.

Sister Mary began sinking to the church floor again, a low rattle escaping

her

mouth as she wheezed herself toward death. Her tongue slipped from her

mouth,

flicking uselessly against her lips while saliva oozed from the corners of

her

stretched mouth. Sister Mary Katherine's eyes glazed, rolling up until her

pupils nearly disappeared into her head. She was certain she would die this

way,

in front of the altar, on her way to heaven.

"Talk, bitch!"

He let her go, throwing her down against the hard tiled floor with a thud.

Sister Mary Katherine doubled over, holding her throat, coughing and

wheezing as

she tried to get the air back in her lungs.

"I told you. I don't know anything!" she shouted back at him.

"I'll bet."

"Owwwwwwwww!"

He backhanded her twice, his knuckles bruising her chin and knocking her

head

against the pew. Her arms flailed out to either side as he struck the young

nun

a third time with an open hand. Stunned into submission, Sister Mary

Katherine

found herself on her belly, both arms hugging her sides while her fingers

covered her face protectively. Joe looked around, his eyes finally settling

on

the altar.

"I'll figure out some way to make you talk."

Joe placed one booted foot on Sister Mary's ass. The nun trembled, terrified

for

her threatened virginity and for the feelings racing through her now that

she

couldn't control.

"Maybe you need to be around somethin' that's gonna loosen you up."

"No, don't. . don't do this! Im a nun!"

Joe had been pulling at her skirts, tearing the thick black material until

the

garment was well-shredded about her. Sister Mary Katherine moved her hands

around, trying to keep the skirts around her. But soon she felt them pulled

down

from her waist and in a moment she was wearing only her coarse linen panties

and

bra.

"Never seen a nun half-naked like this," Joe muttered, staring at the woman

now

sprawled awkwardly in the aisle. "You ain't bad. In fact, you're a

fine-lookin'

lady."

Sister Mary Katherine felt shamed beyond belief. He was looking at her as a

woman, as a desirable piece of flesh and not as a woman of God! Humiliated,

the

young nun tried covering her tits, drawing her knees over one another while

attempting to crawl back into the pew.

Joe reached down and grabbed a handful of her short blonde hair, yanking her

back into the aisle.

"Aiyeeeeeeeee!"

She had been told she might suffer for her faith but this was more than she

had

expected. It felt as if a thousand tiny knives were being stabbed into her

scalp. The nun jerked her body about, beating her hands once more against

Joe

while her ankles banged against the kneeling bench of the pew.

"Like I said, you cooperate and nothin's gonna happen to you. But you keep

pullin' shit like this and you're gonna have lots of problems."

Sister Mary Katherine kept screaming, kicking at the man as he dragged her

down

the smooth, polished aisle toward the altar. She thought he would snatch her

bald! Again and again he forced her legs to bang up against the pews while

continually pulling her hair, drag- ging her like a sack. When they reached

the

first step, he dropped his hold.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine lay like a mute penitent in front of the altar, her

hands

covering her face in shame. Many times she had knelt here praying God to

take

away the temptations of the flesh. Now she was there naked, humiliated. And

all

because of this. . . this animal! She breathed heavily, feeling the

frightening

power in her cunt. Her clit was tightening and throbbing while an odd kind

of

desire was surging through her belly. Juice oozed from her pussy and wet

down

her linen panties.

"Yeah, this is gonna be good."

With that he slipped both hands under her arms, hauling her up the carpeted

steps to the foot of the altar. Sister Mary Katherine was nearly prostrate

with

terror.

"One more time, slut. Where the fuck's my money?"

Talking like this before God! And here! Sister Mary Katherine was growing

more

and more shocked. But still she maintained enough of her demeanor to deny

vehemently any charge that she had absconded with her brother's ill-gotten

money.

"Too bad. Gotta learn, though.'

"What are you talking about?"

"This!"

Reaching down once again, Joe ripped her bra with one swift move, sliding

his

fingers between the cups and tearing them from her upper chest.

Sister Mary Katherine screamed, flinging her arms around her just as her

tits

sprang out. Joe laughed, raising one foot and kicking her hard across her

upper

back. With a groan the young nun sprawled forward, striking her head on the

upper lip of the altar. Stunned, she collapsed on the floor while Joe curled

his

fingers around the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down.

Fighting through the cloud that had settled over her brain, the nun tried

drawing her legs together in a vain attempt to keep on her briefs.

But Joe was stronger and more determined, tearing at the rough cloth until

it

was down around her knees, skinning down her legs, past her ankles, gone!

She

was naked, naked as some of the blessed saints she had seen being roasted

over a

grill by the barbarians.

Sister Mary Katherine groaned again, this time feeling the toe of Joe's boot

pressing into her asscrack. In a moment she felt the smooth black leather of

his

engineering boot against her shitter, forcing the tiny bud open, stretching

it

until she squealed and jerked against the altar.

"No!"

"You wanna get fucked with this? You want this boot up your fuckin' ass?"

"No, no, take it out! Oh God, you're defiling this church! Doesn't that mean

anything to you?"

Joe's harsh laughter frightened the nun. She shivered as she felt herself

being

hauled up, lust churning through her belly and cunt. It was when Joe touched

her

pussy that the young nun realized her game was over.

"Damn! Hot and wet, just like a fuckin' broad's supposed to be. And you're

tellin' me about defilin' the church," Joe scoffed.

"I don't know what's come over me," she confessed, her cheeks reddening as

he

propped her against the altar. "But it still isn't right."

"Goddamned hypocrite!"

With a sweep of his hand Joe knocked the flower vases from the top of the

altar,

sending the prettily painted porcelain holders shattering to the floor.

Sister Mary Katherine's eyes rose, taking in the tall crucifix over her. She

saw

the Christ looking down sorrowfully at her and nearly collapsed with guilt.

She

was hot, feeling her cuntal nerves rise until they were practically singing,

feeling as if she wanted this animal to touch her all over her body. And

there

was the symbol of all goodness and morality staring down at her in dreadful

reproach.

"No, no!"

Hands grabbed at her large tits, squeezing her nipples while a crotch rubbed

into her ass.

Sister Mary Katherine screamed, shaking her head from side to side,

desperately

trying to deny the hot feeling rushing through her. It was wrong, dreadfully

wrong. 1t wasn't God's plan for her to rut like this before the altar, raped

by

this madman!

"Stop it!"

Sister Mary Katherine somehow managed to wriggle away from the big man,

pitching

forward, stumbling and struggling wildly to maintain her balance. She saw

the

darkened church stretch before her like a vast abyss. If only she could get

out,

she would be safe. But Joe rushed up to her, grabbing her arm and pulling

her

back to the altar. He slapped her again and again, then making a fist and

sending his knuckles crashing into her belly.

"Uhhhhhh!"

His fist made Sister Mary Katherine double over and collapse on the floor.

She

was half- conscious while Joe did the rest of the work. Where he had gotten

the

rope, she didn't know.

The nun saw half-images of his face, the thin-lipped smile as he hauled her

up

from the floor and rolled her onto her belly. She felt his hands smoothing

over

her flesh, exciting her even while she wallowed in her foggy state.

Shuddering, the young nun realized she was being roped to the crucifix. She

felt

rope being looped around her upper chest, cinched tightly, pulling her head

against the feet of Jesus.

Next, Joe took tier legs and pulled them up and apart, stretching them until

her

ankles were touching those blessed, blessed hands!

Sister Mary Katherine screamed again as Joe looped the line around her right

ankle, secur- ing the rope with a double figure-eight. He did the same thing

to

her other ankle, tightening both so her body wouldn't sag down to the altar.

Shrieking, shamed beyond her wildest imagination, Sister Mary Katherine

realized

she had just been crucified upside down! And right against the holy

crucifix!

Jerking her body, struggling against the rope, the young nun tried moving

her

hands to untie the rope. But Joe was ready for her on that one too. He held

her

down while stretching out one arm toward the permanent candle holders on the

altar. Her degradation and night of horror had begun.

CHAPTER TWO

Her arms were stretched out crucifixion style, her body a queer parody of

the

original captured in plaster behind her on the cross. She was a big X, her

arms

pulled to either side of her body, her wrists secured to the tall brass

candle

sticks fastened to the polished white marble.

She could feel the statue rubbing up against her bare ass and her tits

rolled

back and pressed against her chin. It was awful, the most awful thing that

had

ever happened to her.

And what was worse, what was terribly obscene, was the hot, tight feeling

pulsing through her swollen cunt and the juices oozing from the velvety slit

of

her pussy and running maddeningly through the tangled blonde mat of her

pussy

hair.

"Yeah, that's real pretty," he said, chuckling as the young nun struggled

against the ropes. "Too bad I don't have a camera!'

"No, no, this is. oh God! Take me down! I'll do anything.

"Like tell me where the money is?"

"I told you, I don't know!" the nun sobbed, tears welling up in her eyes.

''Liar!''

Sister Mary Katherine whimpered and twisted against the bonds pinning her to

the

warm cross. Defiled this way and against the cast of Jesus! Joe chuckled,

walking up onto the altar, and smelling her. He was actually vushing his

face

into her cunt and then licking his tongue over her pussy!

"Man, this is real hot pussy! Baby, you're like a whore in heat!"

He n'b)'cd hi hs'ndgyer her cunt now nrubhe lips against one another until

the

young nun began making soft,-throaty sounds of delight.

"Eaghghghghhghh!"

Then pleasure gave way to agony as Joe clamped his fingers around a handful

of

her sparse cunthairs, then yanked hard, tearng out a handle full of the

wispy

strands by their throots. The resulting pain made her feel as if someone had

dumped hot lead into her crotch. Sister Mary Katherine yammered for mercy,

her

cries banging off the plaster walls of the tall church.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Reaching over, Joe took one of the lit candles from nearby holders, holding

it

close to her open and exposed pussy.

"I'd be a real shame to scar you up, baby. Maybe you ain't much of a nun,

but

you got lots of possibilities as a woman. No man'd want you though," he said

with a low voice, "if you got a burned cunt."

"No, no, don't. . . oh God, don't - -don't touch me there with that."

Straining her eyes up, the young nun saw the candle, the bright yellow flame

flickering close to her pussy. She struggled against the ropes again, sweat

making her body move easily, sexily, against the rough statue pressing

against

her body. She was almost. . . almost - fucking her. To her shame, the feel

of

the rock-hard cock that was straining against his loincloth and rubbing up

against her taut, sweaty butt made the nun moan in pleasure. Only the touch

of

the flame against her right thigh brought her back to reality.

"Stop, oh God, stop!"

Joe brought the candle betwerer spread thighs and she saw his face,

illuminated

in a hellish way by that flickering flame. The heat from that fire was

already

reddening her soft, white flesh. If only she could make up something, think

of

some lie that would satisfy him. But her mind was blank. All she could do

was

watch with rising terror as the fire drew closer to her flesh.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Heat lanced into her cunt like a stinging tongue, touching her clit and

making

her pussy muscles harden and contract. Her cuntal walls sIapped wetly

agalnst

one another, cinching down on thin air. Hot wax dripped onto her flesh,

making

her flesh quiver at the warming touch. More hot wax dribbled over her belly,

running down toward her upended tits before hardening like a cast on her

skin.

"Ooooooo!"

Hot drops scalded her nipples, making Sister Mary Katherine jerk her body

against the crucifix and rub her asshole uagainst the groin of the statue.

She

was trembling all over now, her flesh on fire, her mind reeling horribly

while

Joe kept the candle tilted, watching her body become streaked with the

whitish

hot wax.

"No, no, no!"

Joe was too aroused to hear her pleas. His ock tented up the front ofhis

Levi's

and his right handd trembled, bringing the fire dangerously close to her

cunt He

was waving the candle about an inch from her cunt, making the fire singe

some of

her cuntal hairs.

Sister Mary Katherine could hear it, the sound of her cunt hairs burning

under

the flame of that awful candle. The smell of it reached her nose, making her

wrinkle up her nose in disgust. She screamed again, jerking her head from

side

to side, curling her fmgers and digging her nails into the sweaty palms.

Awful!

Awful! This was the most awful thing that had ever happened to her!

"Tell me where the money is!"

"I don't know! How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know!"

The fire was moving toward her cunt once again. As the heat advanced, the

nun

twisted and sobbed. It was licking at her cuntlips now, making the outer

lips

quiver and fold over one another. Her cunt was swelling horribly, her clit

stiff, unshielded, - throbbbing aganst the surrounding wet flesh.

When Joe fnally brought it up against her cuntal flesh, Sister Mary

Katherine

let out another screaming shout, her knees quivering against one another.

She

had nearly cum! She had nearly climaxed like that, right in front of him,

right

under the nose of God!

"Fuckin' A."

Joe muttered those words, watching as her cuntal juices extinguished the

candle.

Sister Mary Katherine heard the hissing and sighed with relief, believing

her

ordeal was over. But it had only begun.

Joe moved the candle around so the wick was pressed up against her cunt and

she

realized he was going to fuck her with it! Sister Mary Katherine let out

another

cry as he tilted the candIe and began slipping it into her cunt.

"No, no! I'm a virgin! Don't do this to me ... not here, not with that!"

But Joe only laughed at her, twisflng the candle around and around.,

screwing it

into her as if-she were some piece of wood. When her cunt tightened, Joe

leaned

forward, licking deep into her pussy, caressing the muscles and clit until

her

pussy opened up once more.

"You're. . . uhhh. . . you're tight in there. But you'll loosen up."

"No! No!"

He was doing it! Oh God, he was doing it, inserting that dreadful thing into

her.pussy, pushing the warm waxy stick into her cunt. Her pussy walls began

trembling, the muscles spasming achingly.

"Nooooooo!"

She felt the sliding, the scraping, the touch of that fat candle as it

wormed

its way through her cunt, stretching her cuntal walls, plowing through fresh

virgin territory until the pointy, burned end brushed up against her cherry.

Sister Mary Katherine's mouth opened, a rush of air coming out over her

front

teeth as she felt that pressure. Joe stopped, grunting with some surprise.

"So, you really are a fuckin' virgin. Should've figured that, I guess. But

you

never know."

That said, she felt him gripping the candle more firmly, twisting it harder,

shoving it up against the thin membrane. Sister Mary Katherine screamed,

jerking

her body against the cast of Jesus, her flesh tearing as it rubbed hard over

the

bony knees and arms of the statue. But she didn't care, she only thought of

the

terrible pain exploding in her crotch and racing through her body.

Joe pulled back, then hammered that awful thing down deep into her cunt.

Sister

Mary Kathcrtne let out another scream, then fell limp, the world having

crashed

over her head in a terrible explosion. He had done it. He had fucked her

with

the candle, tearing her cherry with that dreadful tiring! She was limp now,

crucified upside down, her body rubbing sexily against the cast of the Lord.

"Man," Joe exclaimed, rubbing the back of one hand over his mouth. "Sure

glad

you're stubborn. I'm havin' the time of my life up here."

He kicked over another vase of flowers, fucking her with the candle,

watching as

the young nun groaned and twisted up against that vile intrusion. Then he

jammed

the candle down hard until the wicked tip was nearly touching her womb.

Sister

Mary Katherine let out another cry, her toes curling until they cramped, the

muscles of her young, violated body pressing up against her glistening

flesh.

"I've got a bargain for you, little slut. If you keep still, I won't burn

your

cunt any more. But you've gotta stay quiet."

As he spoke, the young nun cried with fear and guilt and lust. Joe was

fumbling

with the big brass buckle of his belt, loosening it, then pulling down his

zipper tab. The springing out of his cock, that long ten-inch thing with the

fat

purple head, made this bride of Christ let out another gasp.

"Guess you ain't seen much of these in the convent. Maybe the priests have

all

got shriveled-up pricks or something, right?"

"Oh God, God in heaven, protect me from this!" she cried.

But no God came to offer protection. Instead the young nun remained upside

down,

her hands stretched, her arms aching from the obscene position while Joe

gave

the candle a few more twists.

"If you try anything funny, I'll shove that candle in so far you'll never be

able to get it out, you understand, slut?"

Th emphasize his point, Joe raised one booted foot, pressing the heel hard

against her chin. Sister Mary Katherine closed her mouth, fearing he would

crush

her jawbone with the pressure.

"Yes," she said through clenched teeth, her head spinning from the horror.

"Good. Good nun. Just like a good dog. You sure know when the fuck to give

up,"

Joe said, shoving his Levi's down until they gathered around his ankles.

Sister Mary Katherine's eyes rounded as she stared at that long, thickly

veined

thing sticking straight out from his crotch. Of course she had seen pictures

of

men like that. And she had been warned against the sin of the flesh and she

had

felt she was strong. Her vocation was a powerful one.

But now. . . now she was throwing it all away, rutting like a common bitch

dog

in the gutter while this man stroked his thing right there in front of her.

Horror! Horror! And yet something inside her was whispering about all the

undeniably good feelings she could have if only she gave in to the feelings.

Was

it Satan? Was Joe the shadowy figure she thought she saw in the church

whenever

she went to pray by herself?

Joe squatted down in front of her, his prick even with her lips. She could

smell

his crotch, the groin of an aroused male. Her cunt worked on the candle, the

muscles milking against the soft white wax. The candle bobbed, something Joe

didn't miss.

"Oh!"

Reaching down, he squeezed her jaws until they popped open. There was no

gentleness about the man, no subtlety. Instead he pried her open, bellowing

like

a bull while leaning forward. She felt that long rubbery hot cock rubbing up

against her nose, then her lips. Looking down, wdening her terror- and

disgust,

he inserted his cock head between her lips.

"Good, hot mouth. Man, that's a good, hot mouth. That's what I want! Good

head.

And from a fuckin' nun. Yeah, suck that mother all the way in!"

Sister Mary Katherine choked, the saliva gathering up behind his prickhead

and

sliding down her throat. He was an awful, awful man, this devil making her

take

his prick, forcing her to open her jaws wide while he shoved all those thick

inches of cockmeat into her mouth. She could taste that slimy thing, the

salty,

bleachy flavor of his . cum, she thought they called it, washing over her

tongue, making her swallow.

She thought of what would happen to her if she bit him, forcing the stud to

take

his prickrod from her mouth. But she was sure he would strike her, ruin her

pussy, maybe even kill her there on the altar.

Surely she would wind up in hell with everything she had done with him in

front

of the Lord. Surely she would roast in the deepest pit. No, no, she couldn't

die

now. She couldn't let herself perish until she had sought confession. All

she

could do was yield to him and later find mercy from God.

With this realization she gave in, surrendering to Joe. His cock filled her

mouth as she relaxed stretching them as wide as she could.

"Come on, baby, don't just lay there like some corpse. Move that tongue,

wiggle

it around like the slut your are!"

Sister Mary Katherine heard the horrible words and started moving her

tongue.

Slowly at first, wiggling the tip against what felt like a scar just on the

underside of the two bloated cock lobes.

She heard Joe moaning and felt his knees snugging up against her head,

rubbing

against her ears. He was caressing the sides of her face, his fingertips

pressing against her skull while he throated her harder.

She nearly sneezed as some of his wiry cockhairs were tickling the insides

of

her dilated nostrils!

"Man, oh man, baby, that's. . . that's a real pro! I mean it! Fuck, this nun

glves great head!"

Joe marveled at his find, twisting hips and forcing his prick to rotate

around

in her mouth. He looked down, watching her cheeks puff out like those of a

chipmunk as he rodded her throat again.

"Unnfnfnnfnfffff!"

Sister Mary Katherine coughed again, swallowing the spit that had begun to

back

up once more around her tonsils. She inhaled sharply through her nose

feeling

his cockhead striking the back ofher throat. She knew he was going to cum

soon,

some mysterious power told her so. She felt his fucking become jerky, more

spastic while his breathing grew short and heavy.

"Man, oh man, baby, take it - - . go down on that mother and take it!"

His filthy mouth inflamed her more and more. She loved the way he was

grunting,

the way he swore at her while he slapped his hands against her head, against

her

thighs. He was beating her, villiying her as she hung upside down, roped to

the

crucifix, sucking his cock.

Something else was happening, something that made her groan in shame. Her

cuntal

muscles were starting to jerk- nearly as violently as Joe's prick jerked in

her

mouth. She felt the candle working around in her cunt, her cunt muscles

sucking

in the wicked thing.

Surely the wax would soon melt from her overheated pussy, dripping out of

her

cunthole and waxing over her cunt hairs. That thought sent more flashes of

delight sparking through her pussy and the candle bobbed again.

"Go for it, bitch."

Joe again saw the movement and reached up, twisting the prickrod, working it

back and forth, back and forth, in short, jerky, fucking movement.

That was all the reeling nun needed. She cried out, slamming herself hard

against the crucifix, her body going into tremors of need. Joe rarnmed on,

striking the back of her throat. Her teeth scraped sensuously along the full

length of his cockshaft. He could tell by the way her cheeks expanded and

contracted that she was enjoying whatever he did to her.

"Slut! Slut! No wonder guys join the fuckin' priesthood! Man, they got

themselves kept whores!"

Sister Mary Katherine felt her nipples hardening, growing stiff and red

while

they flopped against her chin Just a moment more and her pussy would tighten

and

explode.

She knew it, just as she knew that Joe was about to piss hot ropes of slimy

sperm in her mouth. She jerked, twisting on her bonds, feeling the ropes

cutting

into her wrists and ankles while her sweaty butt rubbed sexily up anddwthe

plaster crotch of Jesus. It was confusing her, making her rut, making her -

"UnnlhfhThhf - - ohhhhhhh!"

A waterfall of lava seemed to pour into her cunt when her clit exploded,

sending

hot achey spasms stinging through her cunt.

Joe jammed the candle in hard while he let out piggish grunt.

Sister Mary Katherine felt hot wads of sperm gushing down her throat, the

sourness making her coudh and choke. Twisting, shaking, her belly swelling

and

jerking, the young nun clenched her thighs tightly, sucking in more of the

candle.

"Oh man, baby, baby bitch, suck it down, slut! Yeah, take it all in, you

Goddamned little whore! Man, oh man, this is uhhhhh!"

Both rutted atop the altar, their bodies shaking and shuddering together,

rocking against the cross.

CHAPTER THREE

Sister Dominic along with the two other nuns huddled together in the van,

trembled as they waited for the return of Sister Mary Katherine.

Jack pounded the sides of the van at times, startling the sisters into

mournful

cries of panic. The young nun drew her fingers together, praying silently as

she

thought of what she had seen -Sister Mary Katherine threatened, the look in

that

man's eye as he forced her and the others from the chapel.

Sister Dominic, like Sister Mary Katherine, had recently come to the convent

and

church. It was their first assignment in what they both hoped would be a

long

vocation. They quickly became friends, each helping the other with her

particular problems in dealing with fucking.

That dreadful, horrible word! Men and women together, atop one another, a

man

sticking his. . . his thing into a woman so they both might enjoy themselves

in

ways foreign to Sister Dominic.

She had never told Sister Mary Katherine just how crude her fantasies had

been.

But they were there, exciting dreams that often left her panting in the

early

morning hours just before matins. Sitting there crouched in the van like a

refugee, Sister Dominic remembered those dreams. She had always cliinaxed

just

as she was awakening, just as reality blended with the twisted images of her

unconscious. But those images were no more bizarre than the things happening

to

her and her fellow nuns right now.

Stifling a sob, she moved to one side of the van. Drawing her knees

together,

she felt a tickling, burning itch plaguing her cunt. Her pussy was very hot

and

moist this evening.

When she moved her hips - even slightly, the smooth surfaces rubbed together

and

hot juice seeped out. It was awful, terrible that she should be feeling this

for

no apparent reason.

"Ohhhhh!"

A scream! It came from outside the van. The nuns roused themselves, praying

in

muffled voices, their hands clasped together.

"Inside, you stupid slut!"

The back door opened and Sister Mary Katherine was pitched in head-first.

Sister Dominic screamed, both hands pressed over her mouth, her eyes wide

with

horror. It was obvious the nun had been raped and beaten. There was wax or

something all over her chest and nipples and a fluid was oozing from her

mouth.

Sister Dominic shivered, guessing just what Sister Mary Katherine had been

subjected to as the man called Joe raised one foot and kicked the groaning

nun

all the way into the van.

"Stop this!" Sister Dominic said, gathering hergroaning friend into her

arms.

"Shaddup or you'll be next! Gonna fuck you all, if she don't talk!'

The other nuns screamed at the prospect, gathering up their skirts and

scooting

to the back of the vehicle as Joe stood there, hands on the door, leering at

them all. Finally he pulled away, pointing a warning finger at Sister Mary

Katherine.

"You don't talk and you're gonna get more, baby-and bring 'em down with

you," he

said, looking at the terrified nuns one more time before slamming the door

hard.

"Let's get the fuck outa here. Take 'em 'to the warehouse."

There was more movement in the front, the sound of slamming van doors. Then

the

engine roared into life and they lurched down the road. All the nuns braced

themselves and stared at Sister Mary Katherine.

"Oh, Sister, what did they do to you?" Sister Dominic asked, feeling her

breathing become shallow.

She had an idea of what had been done to her friend and she panted in spite

of

her desire to keep her emotions under control. But now she felt shakier than

usual, not herself at all.

"They they raped me!" Sister Mary Katherine cried, burying her face and

sobbing

half- hysterically in the arms of Sister Dominic. Behind her the violated

nun

could hear the others wailing in horror.

"What - - - what happened?"

She was glad the other nuns' cries were loud.

That way they couldn't tell how her voice shivered with emotion. Sister

Dominic

was certain the tale would be lurid and she wasn't disappointed.

"He. . . stripped me. And then. - . and then he dragged me down to the altar

where he crucified me upside down and - - -

Her halting words were cut short again by the horrified screams of the other

nuns. Sister Mary Katherine continued when the others calmed, describing

Joe's

unholy rape and her final degradation of sucking his cock. When she had

finished

her tale, leaving the others breathless, they all realized the van was

slowing

down.

"May the Almighty have mercy on our souls," Sister Mary Katherine cried,

gripping her friend's arm. "He told me of some place here, some place where

they

performed their unholy games on women. This must be it. Oh, Sisters, we must

be

strong!"

When the van stopped the other nuns were terrified into silence. It was oniy

when the back door opened again that they let out a muffled scream in

unison.

Both Joe and Jack stood there, looking in the doorway like two figures from

hell.

"You, her friend, I guess. It'll be touchin' to have both of you goin' at

it.

The others - tie them up and put 'em in the storeroom. They can party with

us

later on," Jack said.

Sister Dorninic went with her friend, shielding her from the men's view with

her

veil while the others stumbled from the van. The sisters were manacled

together,

wrist to wrist, their walls irritating the men.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll nail you all upside down on a fuckin' cross!"

With one whimper they all quieted. They followed Joe through a small green

door

while Sister Dominic and Sister Mary Katherine stood quietly by the van.

"Now, you talkin' or do we get real festive?" Jack asked.

"What does he mean?" Sister Dominic asked, drawing close to the naked Sister

Mary Katherine.

"It's something about my brother. I don't know what they're talking about."

Jack snorted out a laugh, sauntering up to Sister Dominic and running one

hand

down her veil. She shrank away from his touch, staring wide-eyed at Sister

Mary

Katherine. At that point she realized she was about to become a victim just

like

her friend.

She clutched her rosary, her fingers sliding over the beads while her heart

pounded wildly. A combination of terror and excitement raced through her,

making

her already warmed cunt all that much hotter.

"Take off your clothes . . . just like the slut over here."

"No!"

It was a test of faith. She would defy him as Sister Mary Katherine hadn't.

"Just like your friend, eh?"

Sister Dominic screamed loudly as she received the first of three blows

across

the face. She staggered back, her cheeks red from the open-handed slaps. The

stinging blows brought a sharp cry from her as she nearly fell to the

ground.

"Stop that! Stop it!"

Sister Mary Katherine tried to restrain Jack. All he did was jab one elbow

back,

sending it crashing into her side. The young nun doubled over, gasping for

air

as she sank panting to the ground. She could hear more slaps, more cries,

then

the sound of material tearing.

When she looked up, she saw Sister Dominic struggling in Jack's arms, her

head

thrown back, a wild look in her eyes while her feet scraped and left the

ground.

He was lifting her, tearing at her skirts, feeling her up and down through

the

loose-fitting black garment. Sister Dominic kept crying out that she was a

nun,

that Jack should have respect for people of God.

"The people of God I've met so far have fried off my cock."

Sister Dominic pounded her weak fists against his face, feeling his big,

strong

hands pulling at her garment. In a moment she felt the wimple sliding off,

tumbling to the floor with her veil. There were more tearing sounds, until

she

saw that she was being stripped naked.

Panicking, the young nun shrieked and twisted like a woman possessed, her

naked

tits now rubbing sexily against Jack's chest. His fingers were already

snaking

under her panties, feeling up her taut ass, sliding up to her asscrack.

"Now, we get down to business."

He let Sister Dominic go, dropping her to the ground. She flung her arms

around

her tits, drawing one knee over the other. He had slid her panties off,

throwing

them away so she wouldn't be able to grab them. She sniffled and sobbed,

turning

this way and that, unsure of where to run, where to hide. She reddened,

feeling

Jack's eyes on her no matter which way she moved. She was naked, naked as

the

day she was boni, her body violated by this man's open stare.

"Come here, Sister," Sister Mary Katherine finally said, stretching her arms

open.

"The hell she will!" Jack snarled, kicking the other nun hard in the side.

"Ohhhh!"

Sister Dominic fell to the ground again, doubling over as Jack kicked her

again

onto her back. She opened her eyes, seeing him raise one booted foot up to

her

face and place the heel down against her left cheek. She could smell

something

vile coming from the sole of his boot. He wiped his feet on her, pressing

down

so hard she thought he might crush her skull.

"Don't you ever think you can call any shots around here, bitch. This ain't

no

convent, so you're gonna have to learn what's what, understand?"

Grabbing both nuns by their hair. he dragged them from the parking lot, away

from the evil van, and into a small, uninteresting building. The women

whimpered

and moaned as he pulled them along, but they were helpless to do anything to

aid

themselves or each other.

Inside the main room, Jack finally let them go. He walked to a small black

cabinet to the left, opening the battered door and pulling out several

lengths

of rope. Sister Mary Katherine shivered, watching him carefully, remembering

the

feel of the line against her wrists and ankles when he tied her to the

cross.

He crooked one long finger as a command. With some effort Sister Mary

Katherine

rose from the floor, her scalp aching, her faith still unshaken, however.

She

began reciting the Lord's Prayer silently, not wishing to shame God any more

by

calling out his name in front of this animal.

"Over there - - - by the table."

She obeyed silently, keeping her head down and following him to a work bench

near by. To one side and against the wall a wood ladder stood, fastened to

the

cinderblock wall of this small warehouse.

Jack instructed her to put both hands on the workbench, keeping her wrists

together while he bound them with a looping fashion, then secured them to

the

edge of the bench.

"Get this leg up," he muttered, bending down and gripping her left ankle.

Sister Mary Katherine let out another yelp,feeling her leg being pulled way

out

and up, until her ankle rested on the seventh rung of the ladder. She

squawked,

bending over, thrusting her ass out while leaning heavily against the

workbench.

Her tits hung down, slapping against one another, the stiff-nippled ends

enticing Jack.

"Yeah, hot again. The more shit I throw at you, the hotter you become.

You're

nothin' but some ruttin' bitch, not no nun."

"No, no, you don't know what you're saying!"

He roped her ankle to the high rung, slapping her- ass several times until

long

red marks appeared on her flesh.

Sister Mary Katherine lowered her face in shame as she felt his fingers

crawling

up and down her ass, squeezing her flesh until she squealed like a stuck

pig.

Panting, laying her head on the corner of the workbench, she prayed that

somehow

someone would rescue them and deliver them from these two men. Sister Mary

Katherine still prayed, but she couldn't help but feel that warm, tight

stirring

going on in her pussy once again. She was growing excited. Leaning against

the

workbench with her leg roped to the ladder, the young nun wondered what else

he

would do to her.

Across the room, Sister Dominic had problems of her own. She was terrified

for

her safety when Jack, after having roped Sister Mary Katherine, turned his

attention to her. She backed away, shaking her head back and forth, her eyes

darting to the bound Sister Mary Katherine. She shuddered. No, she didn't

want

to wind up that way. She was a good nun, a holy woman. She couldn't end up

roped

and. . -and raped by this man. Again she pleaded with him, her hands still

modestly covering her tits and cunt.

Jack snarled, knocking her hands away and smiling at her terror.

"Oh, tell him what he wants, Sister. Tell him the truth, anything just to

keep

this from happening to me!" she yammered.

Jack looked over one narrow shoulder, seeing his friend Joe entering the

room.

"Gimme the Coleman over here. I wanna warm some ass before I fuck."

"Fuck? No. No, oh God, please!" Sister Dominic cried, her face a mask of

terror

as she looked from one man to the other.

In a moment she felt Jack's hands on her, leading her roughly across the

room.

She looked around, seeing the many frightening-looking instruments hanging

on-

the walls. She recognized riding crops and whips and bridles and other

things

that looked as if they belonged in a barn or ranch house. He made her stop

by

one wall, next to a heavy table. Sister Dominic noticed four heavy rings

dangling both from one side of the table and the wall.

"Oh!"

He took one hand, bringing it up against the table ring and pressing her

wrist

against the cold iron. Joe helped him, threading a piece of quarter-inch

line

through the loop, then looping it around her wrist, securing it with a

figure-eight knot.

Sister Dominic looked at the rope pressing down into her flesh, leaving a

long

red mark in her skin, and whimpered. There would be more, much more. Joe was

pulling her other arm away, forcing it out, pressing her wrist against the

opposite ring in the wall and roping her to that.

"Now the legs."

"No, no, oh! Sister Mary Katherine, they're hurting me!" she cried.

Sister Dominic felt both men sweeping her feet from the warehouse floor.

Jack

roped one ankle to the table, Joe the other to the wall. In a moment she

felt

herself spreadeagled over the floor, dangling there like some obscene bridge

across the four feet between the wall and table.

Again Jack demanded information from the terrified Sister Mary Katherine and

again the frightened nun denied knowing anythIng. She wanted to protect

herself

and her friend from more ravishment but there was nothing she could tell

about

her errant brother.

"All right. Let's see if this shakes some info outta you."

Sister Dominic knew she was going to be used and abused in order to get some

kind of information from her friend. The young nun twisted and turned on the

ropes, realizing after some time that every move she made caused her more

and

more pain.

"Uhhhhhhh

"Here's the lantern."

"That's all right. Real good. She's gonna fry up real nice with somethin'

like

this warmin' her ass," Jack said, playing with child-like fascination with

the

small brass key at the base of the lamp.

Sister Mary Katherine let out a wail from the bench, pulling at the ropes

when

she saw the flame explode in the glass casing of the lantern.

She remembered the candle, the touch of the flame against her thigh and cunt

and

ass. She knew Sister Dominic would experience something like that now as she

hung there over the floor.

"No! No! Oh please, don't burn me," she whimpered.

She cringed, seeing the heffish gleam in his eye as he toyed with the

lantern

before getting the proper flame.

As she shuddered, feeling the pull of her body weight against the ropes,

Sister

Dominic felt her cuntal muscles start to work. The glands were swelling,

sending

juice oozing from her pussyslit to wet down her pussy walls.

"No, no!"

He took the glass away, leaving the flame to flicker and dance all around

her.

"One more time," Jack shouted over his shoulder

There was no answer-

"Too bad," Jack muttered, putting the lantern under Sister Dominic's ass. At

the

same time Joe kicked off his boots and pulled down his Levi's.

To her horror, she saw his cock standing out hard and long, thick, eight

inches

of prick muscle jerking in front of her. Any other time she would have

screamed

in fright and shock.

But now she only groaned, blinking then turning her eyes from the obscene

sight.

 

"Think I can fuck 'er now?"

"Wait. Maybe she gives as good head as the other one. I've got plans for her

cunt anyway. Throat 'er if you want."

Throat? Sister Dominic let out a gasp, guessing what that meant and praying

to

God silently once more for strength to endure this.

CHAPTER FOUR

Sister Dominic begged Jack and Joe to let her go. She pleaded with Sister

Mary

Katherine to tell them whatever they wanted. But nothing seemed to work.

They

were enjoying her sprawled like this, her ass hanging down there near the

lantern, her ankles and wrists chafing and reddening from the constant

rubbing

of the rope.

Jack bent down, turning the key once more and sending the slender yellow

flame

up against her left lower leg. She whimpered, jerking her body, trying to

pull

it away from the fire.

"Noooooo!"

Sister Dominic's cries grew more and more high-pitched as the flame lingered

on

the same spot. She thought she would faint from the pain, her fingers

curling

into her palms while her face blanched from the agony: Jack moved the fire

up

toward her ass, the flame licking and teasing along her flesh, burning the

fine

hairs from her skin.

Sister Dominic cried out again and again, her body jerking and bouncing as

if

someone had touched it with a live electric wire. He was going to burn her

ass!

her screams rose, bouncing off the wall. Jack turned the flame down soit was

just hot enough to singe without raising blisters.

Sister Dominic sagged once more against the bonds holding her captive. And

then

the fire was back, making her writhe and twist and jerk her hips up to

escape

the dreadful licking heat. The flame flickered, like a scalding feather

waving

and brushing across her jiggling ass. Her cries turned into strangled

gurgles as

the pain ebbed and flowed. He was moving the fire up now, up toward her

crotch.

Sister Dominic arched her spine again, her body stiffening, growing rigid as

the

flames began licking into her asshole and cunt. Instead of agonizing pain,

however, the young nun felt something else, something far more strange.

"Uhhh-huhhhhhhh!"

Good, it was a good feeling, one that took her breath away as she hung

there,

her ass singed and burned by the flame from the lantern. Her clit began to

tingle and itch. The nerves in her cunt raced with the steady licking of the

flame. Her bowels surged, and she fought to knock down the feelings that

made

her rut there right in front of them.

"Oh!"

Sister Dominic strained at her bonds. Her body wanted him to touch her tits,

her

ass, her cunt. She looked up again ad saw Joe straddling her, his cock ouly

inches from her mouth. She licked her lips, throwing back her head and

letting

out a cry of despair while Joe jacked his prickmeat in front of her. She bit

her

lip to keep from screaming.

"Right, baby, come on, you're movin' just right," Jack said.

He sat there and watched, his cock getting harder. He got up, unzipping his

pants and pull- ing his cock out. Sister Dominic raised her head once more

and

saw two cocks-big, hard, long, ready to be stuck into her.

The young nun thought she was hallucinating for a moment before she realized

it

was all too true. There were two cocks, two fat cocks meant for her. She

squirmed in her bonds, not feeling the rough rope against her flesh any

longer

Jack was there between her legs now, pulling her outer cunt labes apart

roughly

and strok- ing her cunt with his fingers while Jack jabbed his prickhead up

against her lips.

She turned her head, spitting out the taste that had smeared itself on her

lips.

Joe growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back until

she

cried in pain.

"Open up, bitch! Come on and open up and take my cockrod."

He slapped her again, tearing at her hair until she opened her mouth to let

out

another shout. It- was then that he jammed three inches of his prickmeat

down

her throat, laughing at her, boxing her ears when she tried spitting out his

cock. Sister Dominic squealed, her cheeks puffing out, her eyes rounding as

she

breathed roughly through her nose.

Jack, meanwhile, was turning up the flame and moving right between her legs.

A

sudden burst of heat turned a -small portion of her ass a brilliant red.

Sister

Dominic groaned, jerking once more at the bonds and begging him to stop this

madness.

"Sure, sure I will."

Jack swung her Iiips back and forth. As her ass passed over the flame,

Sister

Dominic cried out, shrieking as the fire bit deeper.

"Man, she's gonna bite off somethin' if you keep doin' that," Joe warned,

still

pulling on her hair and slapping her face.

"If she does, she ain't gonna have no teeth. Knock 'em out if you have to,"

Jack

said.

Sister Dominic felt her body being held steadily over the flame now. She

felt

the fire licking her ass, going into her shitter and singeing her bowel

flesh.

He moved the lantern down a little more and she could smell the burning of

her

cunt hairs. Crying out, nearly spitting out the fat cock once more, she

screamed

at the top of her lungs.

Jack stuck one finger in her cunt, wriggling it in until he touched her

cherry.

He arched his eyebrows in surprise, scraping the thin membrane with his

jagged

fingernail.

"Another one."

Sister Dominic moaned, her cunt violated by this man.

He crushed her clit under his thumbnail while holding her ass directly over

the

flame, letting the fire pierce her bowels.

The pain was incredible, making the frantic nun nearly faint. Jack moved his

finger back in, feeling the warm, moist walls become wetter as Sister

Dominic's

juices flowed.

"She's just as bad as the other one. They're Goddamned Hollywood whores, not

nuns," Jack shouted.

He twisted and cork-screwed his finger, watching her face contort and

redden,

her mouth stretched around that big fat prick. Jack made the nun' writhe as

the

flame seemed to burn in deeper. She thought it was touching her belly, her

cunt

and her ass all at the same time. It was an excruciating delight that made

her

dizzy.

Her entire body strained as the flame chewed into her ass. What terrified

her

was this need for the pain. She had to have it in her cunt, her asshole,

licking

her body. She had thought that the heat would stifle the inferno in her cunt

but

now she knew that not even the rapid stroking of Jack's finger could satisfy

the

longing building between her legs.

"Man, ohman."

Joe was going wild, his hips humping while his balls swung up against her

lower

jaw. Sister Dominic coughed again, tasting the salty flavor of his pre-cum.

She

wanted to bite down on that prick that was violating her. But all she could

do

was endure this horror, licking that thick, hard, hot thing with her tongue

until it shot out its load.

"Gonna do it. Gonna. . . gonna spray it out!" Joe panted.

Sister Dominic braced herself. She had read enough about intercourse, about

the

powerful jets of cum that sprayed from a man. She knew it would gag her,

possibly even drown her if she didn't swallow all his seed. The young nun

felt

as if she were crawling on the floor of hell, creeping through slime as Joe

began making loud grunting sounds. And then he pulled his cock from her

mouth,

holding the meaty, double-lobed head in one hand while fondling his balls

with

the other. She opened her eyes only to be hit with the first of many

powerful

wads of cum.

"Nooooo!"

He was shooting his jizz onto her face, hitting her in the eyes, the nose,

the

mouth, the forehead, spraying the white, sticky substance into her short

hair.

It was awful, filthy! The young nun pulled against her bonds again, curling

her

toes until they cramped while she felt the hot wet spray of his jizz on her

cheeks.

"Man, oh man, that's somethin'! Real nice!" Joe said, laughing down at her.

"Never shot a nun in the face with my jizz before. Too bad I don't have a

camera

or somethin'. Bet her Mother Superior'd freak if she saw that!"

"Ohhhhh!"

One part of the ordeal over, she shook her head, hating the runny feeling of

the

jizz against her face. Joe climbed over her, pulling his pants back up while

Jack continued moving the fire around her ass.

"Hey, you're through. Turn up the fire. I wanna burn 'er ass."

Joe did as he was told, turning the key until the fire was flattening itself

against Sister Dominic's body. She screamed as her flesh burned under -the

constant fire. Jack loved it, eagerly watching her body bounce and writhe.

He

kept her moving, gripping her hips and digging his fingers into the flesh of

her

thighs. He began driving the head of his prick into her, stretching her

cuntlips, tunneling in.

"Please, I'm begging you! Don't do this! I'm a nun. I'm a virgin. Don't do

this!" she yammered.

But nothing could deter Jack now. He bore into her, making her arch her back

once again. She threw her head from side to side, her mouth was a scar, a

line

of pain while her eyes rolled up into her skull. She was making drowning

sounds

now, coughing and choking as more of his prickmeat packed into her tight,

hot

cunt.

Sister Dominic was suffering all the pains and torments she thought were

reserved for the damned after death.

"Come on, slut! Come on and take it all, Goddamn you. Yeah, that's it, take

it

all!" Jack shouted, driving his prick in a little farther.

Sister Mary Katherine screamed from the workbench, begging him to go easy on

her

friend. She remembered her own pain, her own shame, and the terrible

feelings of

her cherry tearing around that candle.

"Nooooo!"

Sister Dominic came back to life, her eyes rolling again, her face

contorted.

Jack was touching her cherry, making the membrane bow inward with his

cockhead.

He knew what he was doing. His fingers bruised her flesh even more while he

bent

his knees and hunkered forward like a dog readying itself to fuck a bitch.,

The

flame flickered into her shitter once more, singeing the gray/pink, wrinkled

lips. Sister Dominic shouted and screamed, her cries ringing off the walls.

"Uhhh. - - huhhhhhhhhh!"

He was splitting her in two, ripping her in half as if she were tissue.

Saliva

bubbled out around the corners of her mouth while Joe's cooling cum rolled

down

her cheeks and chin. The pain between her legs became more and more

concentrated, throbbing like some terrible wound, knifing into her brain

until

all she could see were brilliant yellow flashes. She thought then that he

was

killing her.

"Eaghhghghghhghg!"

He was in, in all the way! The assault had been complete. With one swift,

jabbing blow Jack had violated another nun, tearing away her cherry and

leaving

her completely fucked. She lay there stretched out on the rings, her cunt

filled

and packed with cockmeat.

Jack shook the sweat from his face, pulling back and making Sister Dominic

groan

with agony. She threw her head back, every muscle in her body taut as she

wiggled her hips. As the cock plunged ahead, her ass was reddened by the

fire

from the lantern.

Still, there was no stopping the force of her raged lust. Her cunt shrugged

up

hard against the driving cock, her clit snapping and sparking while the big

man

fucked her into oblivion. Just when she thought the tension would split her

clit

like a giant ax, her orgasm erupted, making her scream with hellish delight.

"Come on, you fuckin' slut! You love it! You with all that fuckin' holy shit

and

you love gettin' fucked by a man! Admit it!"

"No! No!"

To tell the truth would have been too much. She would rather have died than

to

have said it. She screamed instead, drowning out any possible words with

shouts

of delight and horror

"Man, gonna shoot! Christ, this bitch's outta control!"

No, he wouldn't hear her satisfaction but she couldn't stop the sawing,

whipping

movements of her hips. She couldn't stop the panting, the growls, the sexy

flush

across her jiggling tits. The flame flickered still over her ass, adding

pain

that furthered her climax. Higher and higher her cum climbed, each spasm

harder

and more delightful than the previous one.

She struggled against- herself, clawing and sobbing and weeping while her

cunt

came and came and came. The assault ran through her cunt, striking every

nerve-ending. The cock pounded, driving more sensations through her belly,

making her tits swell even more. Sister Dominic knew he was turning her into

a

rutting animal. She was becoming what he was-a mindless fucking machine.

"Uhhhhh. - . noooo!"

Still she came, her body almost a blur as it struggled and beat against the

restraining ropes and rings. She jerked her hips, her tits jumping while

more

spittle oozed from her mouth. She would surely go mad from this kind of

intensity!

"Ohhh!"

And as the fire scarred her asscheeks, she found she loved the searing heat,

the

cock, the climactic sensations that tore through her clit. Cock and fire bit

her

flesh as her orgasm boiled and she yelped like a frightened puppy. She threw

her

head back again, retching from the overwhelming climax. Sister Dominic

jerked

her hips rapidly, trying to keep up with his violent assault.

"Man, oh man, she's better'n the other one. Fuckin' bitch! Fuckin' bitch!"

Jack's hips drove forward, burying his prick-meat in her, his jizz shooting

out

with the power of a cannon. Sister Dominic could feel it. Oh yes, she could

feel

the cum splattering against her cuntal walls, finally easing and soothing

the

itchy ache raging through her pussymeat.

"Uhhhh. . . huhhhhhhhhh!"

How long this had gone on Sister Dominic didn't know. She let out a long low

moan, her body finally sagging in its bonds. She sucked in deep gulps of

air,

feeling as if she were going to die from strangulation. She hung there, the

picture of defeat, cum stains on her face while jizz dribbled from her

pussy.

"A fine fuck you are," Jack said, pulling his prick out. "This is only the

start, baby. It's gonna be real fun with the four of us till your little

friend

over there tells us what we wanna know."

"Oh Sister, I don't know anything, I swear it!" Sister Mary Katherine cried.

She had knelt there, her body painfully stretched, watching as her friend

was

brutalized. She couldn't watch the final scene. She couldn't bear the sight

of

Sister Dominic's reddened face, her hips thrashing, her body in full rut

while

that animal raped her with his cock. It was a reminder of her own weakness,

that

awful sensation of cumming, that marvelous feeling of orgasm.

Joe moved the fire away from the nun's ass, turning off the key. Sister

Dominic

let out another gasp as they untied the bonds, letting her fall with a thud

to

the floor. There was no help, no hand offered the panting young nun.

When she didn't rise quickly enough, Jack kicked her in the ribs, then

across

her ass. She screamed, her flesh sensitive from the burning she had just

received.

"Then get up, lazy slut."

Sister Dominic scrambled to her feet, desperately trying to fend off Jack's

blows. From behind the green door, she could hear the other nuns wailing,

their

screams blending with hers.

"Sisters, no! Don't shout. They'll do the same things to you they've done to

us!" Sister Mary Katherine screamed, tugging at the ropes holding her wrists

together against the side corner of the bench.

The shouting died.

"I need a beer. Let's put these two on ice while we drink a little. It'll

give

'em somethin' to talk about. Maybe this one," Jack said, giving a nod in

Sister

Mary Katherine's direction,"will finally open up and try to give some info.

You're gonna be real sorry if you don't."

Sister Mary Katherine sobbed, burying her head in her arm. What could she

do?

They had raped them, tortured them, and threatened them with more torture.

And

still there was nothing she could tell them. Her brother! She pictured him

and

felt a pang of rage pierce her heart. How she hated him! How she - - -

"No, no, I can't feel this," she sobbed, trying to ignore the pain stabbing

her

ankles and wrists.

It was his fault she was here, she knew, and not to hate him for it was a

test

of her faith, a test of all their faiths. Perhaps her brother had done them

a

favor, putting them in this situa- tion, forcing them to rethink their

religion.

Sister Mary Katherine was certain of hers, in spite of what she had felt

during

the awful rape

or was she?

CHAPTER FIVE

It was dark, so very dark. Sister Mary Katharine had been removed from the

workbench her cunt having been fingered and fucked by Joe before. Then she

had

been dragged, with her friend, and thrown into what she guessed was a small

work

room. The men were drinking and at times, when she pressed one ear against

the

wooden door, she could hear them laughing about what they had done to the

nuns

and what they would do in the future.

At times they would hit the door, rattling the poor nun's brain until she

fell

back screaming, holding her head.

She thought hard, trying to remember if her brother had said anything to her

during their last halting conversation. She had wanted him to turn himself

over

to the police. She knew he'd been in some kind of trouble, something to do

with

laundering money.

"Oh!"

The door flew open, striking her across the forehead. Sister Mary Katherine

stumbled back, holding her face and shielding her eyes from the glare of the

yellowish light overhead. Sister Dominic was huddled in the corner, her face

showing the strain of her cruel rape.

"No, not again! Not again!" she cried out, crawling back against the wall.

"Yeah, again."

Jack grabbed Sister Mary Katherine first, hauling her roughly from the room.

Then he kicked the door shut behind her.

"Don't need both you cats yowling your heads off while we work on one."

"No, no, don't . .

She stumbled, stubbing her toes on the floor. Joe came over with two rawhide

strips, wrapping one of them around her wrists and binding them together

once

more. Sister Mary Katherine looked at the leather ruefully, knowing she was

once

again going to be forced into bondage. Once more they were going to hurt

her,

torment her, degrade her-all for information she did not have.

When Sister Mary Katherine denied once more she had any knowledge of her

brother's money, Jack spat in her face. She was humiliated. The spit dripped

from her nose and into her mouth.

"Lick the dripping spit into your mouth, bitch," Joe slurred, hitting her

across

the face with the back of his hand.

The nun groaned, reeling backward. Joe moved around, slapping her asscheeks,

then turning to hit her across the cunt.

"Owwwwwww!" The nun nearly fainted from the pain, her knees growing weak.

"This ain't nothin', baby. You ain't seen what I can do to a fuckin' bitch

when

she don't come across with nothin'."

Sister Mary Katherine groaned again as Joe tightened the thongs until her

fingers turned blue and became icy.

"Over there," he said with a leer on his face.

Jack was grinning hellishly as well. The other nuns were still sobbing in

the

larger room to the side. Jack had told them how they had stripped the

hapless

women, striking them and raping one before the horrified eyes of the others.

Then the men had told the nuns it was all Sister Mary Katherine's fault. If

she

would only talk, they could all get out.

"There!"

Sister Mary Katherine turned the wrong way. Jack stepped on her naked toes

with

his boots, nearly breaking them. She stooped over, thinking her feet were

being

ripped from her body. The big stud kneed her jaw hard, catching her as she

fell

unconscious to the floor.

When she awoke, the nun found she was in a strangely narrow room, a small

area

partitioned off, just to the left of the area where the other sisters were

being

incarcerated. There were the usual rings in the wooden walls and there were

two

narrow wooden benches set end to end. Obeying Joe, who saw she was now

awake,

she climbed up to one bench, watching as Jack shoved the other against it

tightly.

"This way."

Jack positioned her so that her ass rested on the lower bench while her back

rested on the other. The benches were small and terribly uncomfortable and

her

legs and thighs hung over the edges. Her heart began to beat faster, her

pulse

quickening.

"Get 'er arms, Joe."

The one stud moved behind her, pulling the nun's hands back behind her and

strapping her wrists to one of the bench's legs. The thongs cut cruelly into

the

sore area of her flesh, making her groan and swallow. Testing the strength

of

the leather, Sister Mary Katherine found she couldn't raise her shoulders.

Her

head moved up with great difficulty. Her immediate field of vision was

occupied

by her tits.

"What . . . what's happening here?" she whispered, dreading a response.

Jack did not answer her. He moved around now, pulling a black leather strap

tightly around her small waist. She began kicking against the bench, trying

to

kick Joe's hands away from her feet. He swore, striking her thighs hard,

finally

imprisoning her feet and holding them against the bench and his body. He

pulled

out a pair of leather anklets from beneath the bench, strapping them to her

ankles.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Joe surveyed his prisoner with narrowed eyes, his lips curling into that

cruel

smile she had learned to fear. Then he bent down and grabbed her right

ankle,

jerking it up and shoving it sideways so the ring on its anklet could be

clipped

to the strap from the wall. Her left ankle was moved in the same way so that

now

her cunt was spread wide open. She could feel a draft blowing across her

pussy

hairs, raising gooseflesh all around her ass.

Now the young sister could understand the narrow room. It was ideal for the

straps that controlled her legs. Joe pulled carefully on the buckles, first

one,

then the other, until her legs stood out rigid at almost right angies to her

tightly strapped body. Being slightly raised, her legs now supported most of

her

weight.

When Joe removed the lower bench from under Sister Mary Katherine's ass, her

position didn't change. Her ass sagged only slightly, hanging suspended

beyond

the rest of the bench to which the young nun was strapped.

"Uhhhh. - not again, not again!"

She thought of Sister Dominic, of the way she had been strapped over the

flame

then brutally raped.

4'Oh God, tight! No, no, it's tearing me in half!"

Jack ran his fingers up and down her strained legs and thighs, feeling the

tendons bulging out against the flesh. She shook her head, gasping for

relief,

looking first to one wall then the other, as if someone would suddenly come

springing through the wood and save her. Her mind raced wildly. It was vile,

 

disgusting! She hated them and hated herself nearly as much;

"Man, she oughtta be branded like this," Jack said, nudging his buddy in the

ribs.

"That's for later-if she don't fork over with the info. Right now, I'm gonna

be

a nice guy."

"No, no, stop stop this madness!" the nun screamed.

Jack put one foot up against her cunt, working his heel in, then kicking

back

until Sister Mary Katherine thought her crotch would explode from the agony.

He

laughed, kicking her again, then turning his foot so he could work the boot

into

her pussy.

The young woman went wild, arching her back and wallowing her shoulder

blades

against the splintery wood of the bench while her ass bounced and jiggled

over

the floor.

"Yaghhghghghhghh!"

"You wanna scream, bitch? We'll give you somethin' to moan about."

"No, no, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again! I swear, I won't!"

Sister Mary Katherine pleaded with the men, jerking her head up, tears

streaming

down her face. Her words came out in a blur, sobs choking off the sentence

as

she watched Jack disappear from the small room.

"Where's he going?" she asked, her voice reflecting the panic in her mind.

More pain, more agony. Joe amused himself by pinching her, reaching down and

taking her nipples in both hands. He rolled them gently, squeezing them

until

she felt the tender flesh being crushed like two hard berries. Sister Mary

Katherine gasped, watching him, seeing his cheeks tremble, the gleam in his

eyes

becoming a glow.

"Eaghhghghghgghhhg!"

Once more she snapped her head back, banging it again and again against the

wood

as the agonizing pain shot through her tits.

Sister Mary Katherine thought he was going to tear them from her chest! She

panted, she screamed, then panted again. When Jack came back, the young nun

was

almost relieved. At least this horror would end.

"Got the generator. Hope you didn't tear those fuckin' nips off. I wanna see

her

really get off on this."

Sister Mary Katherine blinked away the hot tears, finding herself staring at

a

gray box. Pulling her head back a little, the nun saw that there were all

sorts

of black and red wires dangling from the back. She felt sweat breaking out

on

her forehead, small rivulets trickling down her upper arms and into her arm

pits. The flesh between her thighs chilled into goosebumps.

She looked open-mouthed at the thing. It was a horrid thing, something she

hated

from the moment she first saw it. Squirming on the bench, whimpering like a

small animal, the nun tried pulling away from the wretched generator. It was

going to hurt her. It was going to kill her, if the men weren't too careful.

And

there they were, half drunk, their sadism stoked by alcohol. Joe was

swearing,

trying to unravel the wires while Jack examined the rusty clamps at the ends

of

the black wires.

"Hasn't been used much. But we're sure gonna try to see if it works."

"Nooooo!"

Jack clamped the first two wires to her ears, taking a third and attaching

it to

her lower lip. The small teeth bit into her flesh, making her moan slightly.

Next came her nipples, which were still soft from the twisting and pinching

Joe

had given them. Jack took two more black wires, opening the new clamps and

lowering them to her tits.

Sister Mary Katherine groaned, closing her eyes while grinding her teeth

together. It was horrid, awful! Those awful teeth were biting into her

nipples,

nibbling away at the sore flesh while she writhed and groaned on the bench.

"Man, she's gonna be one hot whore when we get the juice in er.

"Yeah, that last broad kept on cummin' for a long time after we switched her

off!"

Sister Mary Katherine cried out when she felt Jack's fingers spreading her

wet

cuntlips apart. Wasn't anything sacred to these animals? She jerked her legs

back and forth, feeling the awful pull of the leather restraints against her

ankles. With some difficulty, Jack finally managed to clamp the wires

tightly to

her pussy lips, making sure one of them was only an inch from her stiffening

clit.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

The last part of her body to suffer was her asshole. Joe had a long wire for

that. Bending down, he shoved the thing up into her shitter until the woman

screamed for mercy. She felt her bowel muscles moving, twitching, trying to

squeeze down and force the awful thing from her asshole. And those clamps

around

her clit! Just the touch of those biting little teeth on the metal jaws sent

ripples of delightful, shameful shivers racing up and down her pussy.

Sister Mary Katherine sobbed, her lower lip distended by the weight of the

clamp. They were going to electrocute her! Lying here, stretched apart by

those

dreadful thongs, her ass dangling while the weight of her body tugged at her

shoulderblades and back, the nun waited with panting breath as the men

examined

and then re-examined the generator, twisting the dials, checking the wires,

then

finally switching the machine on.

"Uhhhhh!

Sister Mary Katherine turned her head, her eyes taking in the two

glass-enclosed

volume indicators. The needles were pulsing gently, indicating that no

current

was yet flowing through the wires.

Jack patted the machine, then bent down until his mouth was close to hers.

"You can keep this from happenin'," he said, stroking one of the wires.

"You keep asking me to tell you what I don't even knw. Please God's - name,

I

don't know anything about my brother!" the sister shouted, hating her

brother

more and more as Jack and Joe tortured her.

"Gonna need more convincin'. Hell, even if she tells us, we might keep the

bitch

on the wire just for kicks," Jack said, standing up and throwing back his

shoulders.

Sister Mary Katherine's eyes rounded, her forehead tightening as the flesh

around her thighs crawled with terror. She cried out, whimpering, sobbing

pleas

for mercy.

"Here. Bite down on this. I don't want you chokin' on your own fuckin'

tongue,"

Jack said, slipping a broad black rubber wedge into her mouth.

Sister Mary Katherine chomped down on the filthy object, her jaws aching

from

being pried apart. She trembled, watching those awful needles, waiting for

the

first pulse of electricity to come through the wires.

Jack's fingers dallied about the volume knob for an instant, then tightened

and

turned the black ridged wheel one notch up.

"Oh!"

Almost instantly the nun felt the first bite of electrical current. It was

almost pleasant, a warming, buzzing kind of pulse stimulating her nipples

and

clit while her lips felt as if they were numbed. The wires attached to her

ears

were making her brain feel buzzy and warm and the room around her seemed to

be

vibrating.

Jack smiled, watching as her body started pumping up and down. Sister Mary

Katherine felt as if she were about to be fucked, her body being readied for

penetration. Her pussy muscles were cramping and cinching down on thin air,

the

heat created by the pulsing current making her cuntal walls buckle in from

the

excitement.

She tightened her thighs, rolling them up in a sexy fucking movement, her

butt

muscles flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing. The wire inside seemed

to be

working its way up into her bowels, sputtering against the warm, moist flesh

and

making the young nun gasp with pleasure.

"The slut looks like she's having the time of her life," Joe commented,

leaning

heavily against the generator.

"Let 'er enjoy this part. She's gonna have other thoughts when we turn the

fucker up."

With that Jack switched the dial up another notch, watching with a grin as

Sister Mary Katherine's body twisted and jerked more violently.

"Uhhhhhh!"

The itching pulse she had reveled in a moment before had become more

intense,

more concentrated, more painful. Sister Mary Katherine let out a muffled

cry,

her jaws tightening, her teeth sinking into the rubber gag while sallva

gathered

dangerously behind the wedge. Her muscles tightened, the tendons ridging her

thighs and arms while perspiration broke out in small beads of sweat along

her

forehead.

Her eyes stared up at the ceiling while her head rattled with the buzz of

the

soaring current. She began stiffening her spine, arching it until she was

like a

bridge. Pulling and jerking against the leather holding her to the rings in

the

wall and table, Sister Mary Katherine began to understand what Jack was

doing.

The current would tear her body to pieces in slow, gradual stages. He would

gradually increase the current until the flesh would surely melt from her

bones.

The nun struggied, letting out a muffled scream while jerking and twisting

against the bonds.

"Ughghhghhhhh!"

Back down, he turned the knob back down, letting the current resume its

gentle

sucking, biting action. Sister Mary Katherine let out a sigh of relief,

feeling

her body sag against the leather strips. A bubble of air blew out from her

cunt,

almost dislodging the clamp chomped down just below her clit.

"Awkkkkkkk!"

The current went higher, higher than before! The nun screamed, her eyes

starting

from her head as a new rush of p6wer blasted into her body and stabbed

painfully

in her tits, her cunt, her ass!

CHAPTER SIX

"Now, you wanna talk?"

Sister Mary Katherine blinked her eyes open, feeling as if she had just

returned

from another world. The current had knocked her temporarily out and for a

moment

the attractive nun thought she had died and was in hell.

Surely, this would be her hell-bound forever to a table like this, tortured

by

sadistic demons, her flesh ripped from her body only to be grown again for

more

punishment. Her mind reeled at the possibility as she found herself staring

in

horror at Jack.

"W-what?"

"I said, do you wanna talk or am I gonna have to fry you again?"

It was these two men, her demons, her own private hell. She wasn't dead

after

all. Her brother! Money! The thoughts all troubled together. As her senses

reurned, Sister Mary Katherine once again felt the tug of the wires against

her

nipples and cunt. The worming, cold sensation in her shitter reminded the

nun of

the piece of metal skewered in her butt.

"No! Oh God, stop this!"

Arching her back, the nun became hysterical, her wailing cries deafening all

those around her. She shook her body against the wires, making the black

cords

jiggle against her body. The teeth of those horrible clamps seemed to chew

more

painfully into her flesh than before! Sister Mary Katherine became more and

more

irrational.

"Christ, give 'er the juice so we can get some peace!" Joe shouted over the

nun's desperate cries.

From behind another door, the other nuns could be heard calling out, beating

their fists against the wood.

"Now," Jack said, his voice hardening, "we're gonna get rough."

Sister Mary Katherine jerked her head around, her teeth gripping the rubber

wedge as she watched those needles pulsing once again behind the volume

indicator. Jack was fiddling with the power knob and once again the itchy,

warming sensation washed through her body. Sister Mary Katherine squirmed,

her

butt hanging down from the bench, her fingers curling back.

Rivulets of perspiration trickled from under her arms, streaking the flesh

around her ribcage while goosepimples erupted around her inner thighs. She

was

waiting, waiting for that painful surge of current to pitch her backward

into

her own private hell.

Jack twisted the knob up a little more, the electricity making her cunt itch

and

her nipples throb. That wire up her ass seemed to be moving again, sliding

up

into her shitter as if it were alive! Sister Mary Katherine let out a groan

from

behind the wedge, working her ass up, feeling her spine starting to ache

from

her awkward position. Jack switched the knob one notch higher.

"Yaghhhfhfhhfffff!"

The woman's eyes bugged out of her head, her forehead wrinkling while her

short

hair splashed around the wooden bench. Jack grinned, watching her nostrils

flaring while her pupils dilated from the surge of current.

"You dig this, don'tcha? You ain't gonna tell us where the money is even if

you

know. Man, we oughtta put this one ina closet all by herself and not touch

'er.

That'd be a hell for this cunt!"

Joe smirked, spitting into the nun's face.

"She can't take all we throw at 'er for long. She's gonna break down," he

said,

switching the dial up a little more while rubbing his crotch. "And when she

does, we're gonna be rich."

Sister Mary Katherine nearly retched, feeling Joe's saliva running down her

cheeks. This suffering and humiliation were beyond endurance! She would have

spit back if she could have, forgetting all about the blessed tenets of the

church. But the wedge and the rushing current tearing the flesh from her

bones

kept her from doing it.

"Unfnnfnfnfnnfnfffff!"

Her joints began to ache while the marrow in her bones seemed to cook under

this

new onslaught of electricity. Her body was shivering now, tugging crazily at

the

bonds, her flesh seething with current as the generator hummed and ground

behind

her.

"I don't think we ever had it this high," Joe mused, checking the volume

knob.

"We ain't never had a hot pussy like this either," Jack answered, twisting

the

dial up two notches and sending Sister Mary Katherine back into her hell.

But this time the nun didn't lose consciousness. She stayed awake, her tits

jumping, her nipples swollen until she thought they would burst. The current

was

making her brain rattle around her head like a loose bolt while her teeth

ached

down to their roots. Her clit was bursting again and again, her cunt racked

with

a series of orgasmic explosions.

But, strangely, none of this was totally satisfying. The current kept her

final

cum, her major climax, away. Struggling up against that barrier as if she

were

climbing wall, Sister Mary Katherine jerked her hips from side to side,

swinging

her thighs as if they were a sifter as she did all she could to bring

herself

off.

"YaghghThhfhThThffffff!"

It was as if hundreds of beasts were stalking about inside her, gnawing at

her

flesh, tearing her tendons, ligarnents and muscles from her bones while she

climaxed again and again. The nun bit down on the rubber wedge as if she

might

tear it in two, her cries choked behind the saliva that bubbled and boiled

in

her throat. She heaved up and down, rolling her hips, her body threatening

to

catch fire from the rushing current.

"Mmmfmmfmfmff . . nnnnnoooooojhhhhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine screamed, the searing, dizzying agony making her body

shake. There were times when she thought she could smell her flesh burning.

Her

lungs filled with air once more as the woman of God let out another bellow.

Bawling and begging through the gag, Sister Mary Katherine jerked straight,

her

back stiffening, her bones feeling brittle, as if they might shatter like

glass!

 

"Man, she can't take much more,' Joe said, scratching his chin.

"She's gonna!"

Jack turned the dial all the way and Sister Mary Katherine was hit with the

force of a crashing jet. She coughed and choked, screaming in between the

gaggling spasms. Her lips were purple, diamonds of spittle standing out on

her

lips. The pain inside her was enormous. She was certain she would be nothing

more than a bleeding wreck after the switch had been turned off. Her climax

continued, juice splat- tering her itching thighs. The smell of burned flesh

was

an overpowering aphrodisiac.

"Man, she's still goin'!" Jack said.

As she shuddered and jerked violently against her restraints, the young nun

rolled and pitched against the bench. Faintly in the background, through the

buzzing in her head, she could hear the other sisters screaming out in

sympathy

to her. But even they didn't matter. She was going to die. Her face was a

blur.

Her body writhed and bounced, threatening to rip free of the thongs.

"Yaghghhghghghhfffffff!"

Jack couldn't stand it any longer. He shut down the machine with a rapid

movement of his hand, reaching down and tearing the clamps from her tits,

cunt,

lip and face. Sister Mary Katherine continued to jerk about, sobbing,

feeling as

if the current were still streaming through her body, cooking her flesh.

"Bitch!

Reaching in, Jack pulled out the gag, tossing it in the corner. Sister Mary

Katherine assailed him suddenly with a torrent of filthy curses, the

swearing

interrupted by shouts of her pent-up frustration.

Jack slapped her twice to calm her sobs and tremors erupted in her cunt and

belly. The raging climax that had been unnaturally stroked by the

electricity

was calming now, but Sister Mary Katherine was certain this awful man would

take

care of hat.

"Get upstairs and get yourself another beer," Jack said with a sharp nod

toward

the stairs. "I wanna fuck this number alone."

"Hey, man, partners, remember? Fifty-fifty, and that includes pussy like the

money."

Jack snarled, looking at Joe sideways. Then he sighed, shrugging and

slapping

Sister Mary Katherine once more across the face.

"Okay, man, we both have 'er now. Get the bitch down from there and let's

haul

'er over to the chains. Gonna rope and hog-tie the slut then pull them other

cunts in to watch."

Sister Mary Katherine felt the thongs slipping from her ankles and wrists

and

she tried calming herself. With the current off, her senses began coming

back to

her. The pain that had ripped through her body was gone, leaving her

exhausted,

defeated. But these men weren't going to leave her alone. The more she

begged

them.for mercy, the more they intended to hurt her.

Jack pulled her along, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her down on

a

small square rug positioned between two long sets of chains. Joe snapped the

dog

collar tightly around her throat, the black leather pressing a little

tightly

against her windpipe. Sister Mary Katherine raised her chin, swallowing

tentatively, making sure she could still breath.

"This'll keep 'er in place till we get the frame ready," Jack said, snapping

first one set, then the other on either side of her collar.

The chains were short enough to keep the nun's chin close to the floor. She

had

to lean forward, her tits pillowing against her knees, her ass pointed in

the

air. While Jack walked toward the door behind which the other nuns wailed, -

Joe

began pressing the toe of his boot up against her asshole. When he kicked

her

hard, nearly shattering her tail bone, the nun pitched forward, slamming her

forehead against the concrete floor.

"Inside! See what a good nun this little slut is?"

The other nuns came in with the exception of Sister Dominic. Raising her

head

just a little from the- floor, Sister Mary Katherine could se the others.

They

were naked and the men lined them up along the wall.

"Come on, move it."

The nuns shuffled forward a little more, tears streaking their white cheeks.

They were all young and slim and they all eyed Sister Mary Katherine, half

in

shock, half in horror.

"This bitch over here," Jack began, making the young nuns gasp, "knows a

helluva

lot. Money. That's all we want. You cunts ain't got any, we know that. But

her

brother does. And we think. . . no, we 're fuckin' sure this one knows where

it

is. Now, you tell us and they go. If not, your refusal's gonna cost 'em a

lot

more."

"I told you . . ." Sister Mary Katherine gave up, tugging at the chains,

hearing

them rattle against her head. But it was useless. What could she do?

Jack came back to her, tugging on the chains and jerking her head around,

forcing her this way and that, much to the sobbing horror of her sisters.

She

was more ashamed than ever at that point.

"Now, we'll show you what'll happen to each of you if this cunt doesn't come

through."

Releasing her from the floor chains, Jack jerked her up, pushing her

backward.

Sister Mary Katherine could hardly stand. The electricity had sapped her of

so

much strength.

"You'll enjoy yourself with this one, bitch!" Jack said, pushing her toward

the

double frame device.

Sister Mary Katherine pushed the hair from her eyes. The bottom frame was

elevated slightly, with slim brown leather thongs tied to the corners of the

twin boards. The other nuns began sobbing more loudly as she approached the

device. They prayed as her hands were tied to the corners of the headboard.

"Get 'er feet," Jack growled.

Joe was rough, purposely rubbing the thongs harshly against her flesh until

the

nun thought he would cut right through the bone! Clenching her teeth, she

endured the pain of the leather as the big stud secured her legs to the

strange

device. Her arms stretched high over her head, the muscles twisted and

knotted

against one another as she curled her toes against the wood at the bottom.

Her

ass sagged back a little, provoking Jack to slap it twice, the cracking

sound

sending the nuns into a chorus of high wails.

"Shut the fuck up or I'll get one of you on this thing!" he snapped.

They quieted immediately, their eyes filled with tears as they watched.

Sister

Mary Katherine felt her heart thudding hard now, the blood rushing through

her

veins. Something was going to happen to her, something grotesque, and it was

going to happen in front of all these women!

She smiled, turning her head away from the sisters to keep them from seeing

her

perverse delight.

The frame moved, her feet rising until her head was lower than her ass. The

other nuns glanced up again, their lips trembling and tears spilling. Sister

Mary Katherine felt the blood rush to her head while her full, plump

asscheeks

rubbed against the gnarled wooden footboard. She sighed, feeling the cool

wood

against her flesh.

Jack approached her, watching as tiny splinters scratched her ass. The

resulting

sensation was so sensual that her asshole winked shut while a tingle raced

up

and down her thighs. The sharp pieces of wood were acting like aphrodisiacs

now

and she rubbed her body against them, stroking the fire in her cunt.

"Uhhh!"

"The little whore can hardly wait,'Jack said laughing as he watched the

nun's

gyrations. "She wants a cock . . . that's right, ladies, a cock, something

hanging here right between my legs."

Jack grabbed a fistful of his cockmeat through his Levi's and rubbed it

obscenely against his body. The nuns wailed, covering their eyes in horror.

"Stop it! Stop tormenting them!" Sister Mary Katherine wailed.

"What they're suffering's nothin' compared to what you're gonna get."

She knew he was going to fuck her, she knew it from the way his cock was

tenting

up the front of his trousers. There would be pain. There would be

degradation.

But in the end, Sister Mary Katherine knew that Jack would stick his

prickmeat

into her cunt, his tearing actions finally putting out her fire. Yes, yes,

his

violence excited her more-even as her hatred for him grew.

But it soon became apparent he wasn't after her cunt. Reaching down, he

unzipped

his Levi's pushing the halves apart then shoving the jeans to his knees. His

fat, thickly veined prick sprang up, jutting out like a spear, the meaty

head

purple with blood.

The nuns gasped, some of them frightened to the point of paralysis. Some of

the

sisters prayed fervently as Jack reached the frame, bobbing his cock in

front of

Sister Mary Katherine's face. The young nun twisted her head away, afraid to

give herself away to the rest of her order. She bobbed her ass up and down,

the

movements making her clit spark that much harder.

"Make a show for these sluts. Move around and you might get hurt less

later,"

Jack said in a low voice, stroking his cockmeat slowly with one hand.

There was nothing she wouldn't do the nun reallzed, for the sensation of a

stiff

hot cock up her cunt. His hands gripped the frame, moving it around until

her

legs were up in the air, her hair fanned out against the concrete floor. The

footboard rattled, the frame shaking while the nuns cried out in a single,

high-pitched voice. He was holding her knees, pressing her back until his

cock

slid up between the white, round halves of her ass.

In a flash Sister Mary Katherine realized that the stud was going to fuck

her in

the ass! She had heard whispered stories about sodomy, the forbidden

practice of

anal sex. Those tales had made her shudder with revulsion, marveling that

anyone

could practice that abomination. Now there she was, trapped, forced to

submit to

this horror! The young nun wailed, thrashing against the frame.

"Good, baby, good, that's just what I want," he muttered, his fingers

gripping

her while his prick jabbed blindly against her asscheeks.

The other sisters screamed in sympathy, watching with rounded, tear-stained

eyes

as Sister Mary Katherine was about to be fucked in the ass!

CHAPTER SEVEN

"No, not there! God in heaven, don't - . . do that to me there!"

The other nuns' cries joined with hers as she struggled against the leather

thongs holding her prisoner in that upside-down frame. The blood rushed to

her

head even more now, making her feel terribly dizzy, while the restraints

tugged

cruelly at her wrists.

She knew Jack would ignore her cries and do as he chose. But still the young

nun

couldn't help but scream. When he spread her asscheeks apart like the

toasted

halves of a loaf of bread, the woman caught her breath, every nerve in her

body

alive to his touch.

"Fuckin' bitch's tight!" Jack complained, wedging one finger into her

asshole.

Sister Mary Katherine let out a shriek, her eyes rounding, her nostrils

flaring

while her belly ballooned forward. She could feel his jagged fingernail

skewering her, sliding up her ass, cutting the smooth, soft lining of her

bowels. The nun shrieked again, jerking wildly at her bonds, as if she could

actually tear them from the wooden frame.

The double frame shook, threatening to knock Jack from his footing. The

young

stud slapped her ass with his free hand, jamming in a second finger and

twisting

the two of them around to drive his point home. Sister Mary Katherine 5

screams

turned into nothing more than breathy pants, the pain from her violated

asshole

paralyzing her voice.

"Then get somethin' in 'er to loosen' up the hole. That's what you do in

plumbin'."

Jack grinned, nodding his head up and down. Still keeping two fingers jammed

up

her asshole he stooped, fishing around in his back pocket and finally

pulling

out a small black-handled switchblade. Pressing a small button to the side,

he

watched as a three-inch section of honed steel snapped into place.

"You're gonna open up for me, baby-that or there's gonna be assmeat all over

the

place."

"God . God in heaven! Protect me!"

Sister Mary Katherine rolled her eyes down, staring up at the knife Jack was

holding pressed against her right calf. He had twisted it around so the

sharpened end drew a long pink line against her flesh. She flinched,

whimpering,

her lips trembling. Terrified, the nun feared that even the slightest

unexpected

motion might send the knife through her skin.

The other nuns seemed to understand this as well. They quieted, watching in

mute

fascination as Jack began drawing the blade up and down her calves, finally

letting it slide down toward her cuntal mouth.

"She would probably fuck this if she could," Jack said, moving the cold

steel

blade around her pussy lips, then finally sliding it over until it was

pricking

the soft, swollen flesh of her cunt lips.

Sister Mary Katherine closed her eyes in shame and horror, waiting for the

final

thrust, the touch that would mean the end of her cunt.

But Jack wasn't about to end his fun like that. He drew the blade around to

her

clit, letting the pointed end touch that tiny sparking finger.

"Eagghhghghghhhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine felt the buzzing, spinning, sparking flashes explode

again

and again in her cunt, making her thrash against the frame. It was almost as

if

Jack were electrocuting her once more, sending thousands of volts tearing

through her body and making her cum and cum.

"Go for it, bitch! Come on, move that butt, move that pussy and show these

sluts

what kinda whore you really are," Jack said, his voice thickening with lust.

She had been taught as a good Catholic nun to respect and love all men, even

those who harmed you. But she was certain that was a vow she couldn't keep

with

this man. He had brought her down to this level, this pit of iniquity-and

she

was loving the fall.

He finally slipped the blade from her pussy, keeping it in contact with her

flesh. Sister Mary Katherine felt it trailing up her right thigh now, moving

just behind her jutting hipbone and up to her ass.

She bit her lip, chewing down as hard as she could while her face twisted

into a

mask of concentration. Her eyelids wrinkled as she tried to picture just

what he

was going to do next with the blade.

"Uhhhhhh. . . oh!"

Suddenly the nun stiffened, her niuscles bulging against her flesh while her

fingers and toes curled and cramped. A shocking chill froze the center of

her

asshole as the flat of the blade pressed against the hot, puckered flesh

around

her shitter. Sister Mary Katherine let out a sharp cry, her knees shaking

and

knocking toward one another while her cunt winked shut yet again.

"Ahhhhhhh, oh no, please," she muttered, reciting another prayer as she felt

the

razor- sharp sides of the blade rocking back and forth against her ass lips.

Jack was careful how he moved it about, putting pressure on the top part of

her

asshole. She arched her back as much as she could, twisting her wrists about

in

the leather thongs and feeling she would surely faint either from the terror

of

being mutilated or from the rush of blood into her head.

"Yeah, come on, baby. Get fucked with that knife," Jack growled, his cock

jerking up and down.

Sister Mary Katherine cried out, the repeated touch and chill of the knife

sending shockwaves of lewdness through her. She slowly became conscious of

tiny

slits on her asshole lips, little cuts Jack purposely made with that blade

as he

watched her roll her hips up in subtle fucking movements. He knew what she

wanted and made sure he kept it from her.

Behind him the nuns wailed again. He threw them an angry look then went back

to

work. Sister Mary Katherine found a hotter, more intense lust flowing from

her

cunt like a river of lava. She fought with herself once again, hoping at

least

one time she could overcome this dark force overtaking her.

"Slut! A goddamned whorehouse of sluts," Jack said while the nun's pulse

raced.

She opened her eyes and saw that long, fat prick still twitching around her

shitter. How she wanted him to stick it elsewhere, even in front of the

sisters!

 

"No, don't. . . don't. .

"Don't do what? Fuck you with this mother?"

The other nuns gasped at the word, their bodies shuddering while Sister Mary

Katherine hung there in that grotesque fashion.

"Uhhhhh..

Jack moved the knife around to her pussy now, stroking his thick cock all

the

while. The young nun felt the blade cutting into her cunt lips, leaving tiny

slits in the swollen flesh. Her cunt juice flowed into the small cuts,

creating

a kind of hot, searing pain that was mixed with the thrill of the direct

contact

of knife against pussy.

Sister Mary Katherine writhed, yammering once more for mercy and getting

none.

Jack slipped the blade back toward her asshole, cutting another long pink

path

along her thighs toward her ass.

Sister Mary Katherine knew she was shaming herself right there in front of

the

sisters. She was rutting, her body obviously hungry for that fat red-knobbed

cock jerking in front of her face.

She felt the knife poking around the rim of her asshole, threatening to

pierce

the gray/pink flesh holding tight around her asshole. Sister Mary Katherine

jerked her arms against the leather thongs holding her prisoner, trying to

raise

her head while complaining loudly. The other nuns joined her cries, begging

the

man to let her go.

"She wants it, you fuckin' bitches? You're goddamned blind if you can't see

that!"

Still the sisters wailed, putting their hands together and sinking to their

knees while Mary Katherine jerked and twisted in her bonds. She rolled her

hips

from side to side, striking the frame with her elbows several times, feeling

those tiny cuts in her pussy blaze like small fires.

Her ass and pussy blazed with heat and stinging pain. Sister Mary

Katherine's

nervous sweat trickled into the tiny holes, making them burn and itch.

"Want it, slut? You want to have this cock sawin' through you?"

Sister Mary Katherine shook her head, biting down on her lower lip.

He poked the tip of the knife against her asshole once more, adding

pressure. He

was going to carve her up! She felt her asshole muscles tightening then

suddenly

growing slack from the terror racing through her body. Jack saw her reaction

and

grinned. It was just what he'd wanted.

"Come on you fuckin' bitch pig! Come on and tell 'em how much you wanna get

fucked!" Jack shouted, slapping her ass.

"No, no, not true!"

"Lyin' fuckin' hypocrite!"

He dropped the knife tothe floor, spreading her asscheeks once again, then

diving his face between her buns. Sister Mary Katherine let out a wild yelp,

her

body jerking and shuddering in her bonds. The other nuns covered their eyes

once

more, shocked at having witnessed something their calling had not prepared

them

for.

The young nun's jaw slackened as she felt his warm tongue snaking up into

her

shitter and wriggling back and forth like a snake. He growled several times,

biting her, sliding his tongue in so far she feared it would come out from

her

mouth. Jack was having the time of his life, humiliating her in front of her

order

"That's enough, bitch. You're gonna take the whole damned thing now."

"No! No! Don't do it there! Please, oh God in heaven, don't do it there!"

She jerked her head from side to side, tears flowing from her eyes to stain

her

cheeks. Sister Mary Katherine felt sick as Jack moved forward, sliding his

prick

up and down over her ass rack once more. He was gripping the frame, bracing

himself for the penetration.

"Nooooooo!"

He held her buns wide apart, his fat cockhead pressed hard against the

wrinkled

lips of her shitter. Sister Mary Katherine let out large, puffing breaths,

her

chest heaving mightily while her tits flopped against her chin. Thrashing,

the

nun felt the tip of his cock splitting apart the halves of her ass, the

pressure

sending streamers of agony hammering into her brain.

"Eaghhghghghghghhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine felt the agony of being butt-fucked tear through her

body.

That cock was so huge! She was sure she would never be able to take on such

a

massive cock in her ass! He had to take it out or surely she would be

ruined.

Time and time again the nun tried to voice that fear but each time she

opened

her mouth the only thing she could do was scream. Sister Mary Katherine felt

her

asshole tighten suddenly, cramping down on the penetrating cock.

Jack slapped her hard, threatening her with the knife once more. He said he

would slice open her shitter if she didn't loosen up.

The nun, terrified at that possibility, closed her eyes and concentrated on

relaxing. She couldn't let him touch her with that blade again, it had

already

done enough terrible things to her.

Upside down, tied and bound to this horrid frame, she had felt her cunt get

hot

and tight and wet while Jack tormented her with that awful blade!

"Yeah, oh man, man, that's good and tight! Fuck, shoulda done this before,"

Jack

moaned, closing his eyes and drinking in the feeling of having his cock

inside

the nun's asshole.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The nun gagged, swallowing her spit as best she could in that strange

position.

As he fucked her, her first reaction was to shit. But then she pumped her

body

back and forth, feeling her asshole stretching. Jack kept spreading her

cheeks

wide apart, driving his prickmeat deeper into her.

"Come on, baby, suck that cock up into your gut," he growled.

This had to be the ultimate degradation. And it was being held in public,

right

before the members of her order!

"Come on, go for it! Move that ass right up against my belly."

Jack was hugging her now, feeding the last few inches of his cockmeat into

her

asshole while sliding his hands around her thighs. He was toying with her

now,

tracing his fingertips alongher pussylips, then movingthem up until they

were

right around her clit.

Sister Mary Katherine couldn't control her rutting now. She jerked and

twisted,

pumping her hips forward and rolling her thighs up to him in a shameless

show of

lust. Jack laughed, pinching her clit and twisting it around until her moans

turned into high-pitched shrilling screams of pain.

"Eaghghhgghghhh!"

He was finger-fucking her once more with one hand while crushing her clit

under

a jagged thumbnail. Sister Mary Katherine thought she would faint from the

combination of unspeakable pain and pleasure. She felt her cuntal muscles

twitching, her pussy walls collaps- ing in and snuggling up against the

invading

finger. Oh, oh, how she wanted to be fucked! How she wanted a cock in her

cunt!

"You all see this? You see how she enjoys having her asshole fucked? Are you

all

that way?"

The other nuns wailed, their cries echoing in the large room while their

tears

seemed to irritate Joe and Jack.

"You don't shut up and you're all gonna be hangin' from here. You want

that?"

Some seemed more daring than others, still sobbing while trying to muffle

their

moans behind tightly clamped fingers.

Sister Mary Katherine strained at the leather thongs, feeling the harsh

material

chafing her flesh cruelly. Her cunt was spasming, her clit twitching. She

was

experienced enough by now to know that she was getting close to climax.

Climax! How odd that was for her to think of something like that. Orgasm, a

nun

having an orgasm right there, hanging upside down, a cock up her ass,

rutting

there in front of her sister nuns.

Hanging there with a cock in her shitter, Sister Mary Katherine felt her

asshole

muscles start to milk his prick. It was wild, incredible! Her nerve-endings

sputtering and standing on end while his thickly veined prick cork-screwed

all

the way in.

She could feel the bristly cockhairs tickling her ass lips while his balls

flattened against her rounded ass. Jack held her with both hands now,

stroking

her pussy, fucking her with both hands while he let his cock jerk about in

her

butt.

"UhhhThThThhfffffff!"

Sister Mary Katherine was being torn apart. She felt her mind exploding

while

that awful prick in her ass pulled back. The young nun jerked her butt to

one

side, feeling an obscene vacuum sucking at her asshole. She thought he was

yanking out her assguts as the fat prick moved out of her shitter.

"Man, come on, baby, let up! I know you want that cock but I gotta get back

a

little to really get up to fucking speed!"

Joe laughed, reaching out and grabbing one of the wailing nuns by the hair

and

pulling her from the group. She screamed, throwing her hands around her cunt

while sinking to the floor.

Joe slapped her hard across the face, the force of that blow knocking her

flat

on her ass. Before she had time enough to come to, he moved around, raising

one

booted foot and pressing the toe against her cunt. The other nuns screamed,

too

terrified to go to her assistance as she writhed and jerked on the floor.

"Man, can't have two of 'em screamin' You'll get your fun later," Jack

shouted

over the din.

"Yeah? It better be soon. I'm about to cum in my pants watchin' the two of

you

while keepin' these sluts quiet."

Reluctantly Joe moved away from the screaming nun, kicking her several times

in

the ass and -finally pushing her with one foot toward the group. The others

gathered her up, protecting her now from view while Sister Mary Katherine

was

enduring the forward fuck-thrust of Jack's cock.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!"

He was getting in rhythm now, sliding his prick in and out, in and out in

long,

fucking movements. His fingers tightened around her jutting hipbones as he

arched his back for more fucking power. Sister Mary Katherine felt the

thongs

cutting through her flesh around her ankles as she hung there, helplessly

taking

his prick.

"Oh!"

Jack shot his cockrod in hard this time, seeming to fuck it in deeper than

where

the last stroke had gone. The strange fullness inside her was exciting the

young

nun no end. She felt her belly sweffing as more and more cockmeat was shoved

into her asshole. In and out. In and out. Sister Mary Katherine thought the

lewd

suction in her shitter would drive her mad.

"Man, gonna do it! Yeah, gonna shoot my cum right into this slut's ass!"

The nuns cried out again, watching in horror as Jack's face reddened. His

cheeks

puffed out whilehis hips flew back and forth. The ramming length and speed

in

her asshole created a hot friction that seemed like gasoline in her butt.

The

cunty feeling between her thighs reached a fever pitch and Sister Mary

Katherine

grunted with the effort of keeping up with his fuck-strokes.

He was panting heavily above her, fucking her upside down like this. His

fingers

gripped her calves while he slapped his belly against her ass. Sister - Mary

Katherine felt him hitting something deep inside her. The kink of her bowel

walls hurt as if a dozen blades were sticking into it. The lining of her

asshole

stretched up just in front of his rodding prickmeat. And all the while her

cunt

was about to explode-right there in front of the others!

"Uhhhhh!"

Jack let out a grunt, pulled back until his double-lobed cockhead nearly

slipped

from her asshole. Then he slammbed it all the way in. She let out a yelping

cry,

then felt herself falling down, down a deep, black hole. He was shooting his

jizz into her, the thick, spurting mass of cum burning the lining of her

asshole.

Sister Mary Katherine's cunt snapped shut, her ass wringing his cock. She

jerked

and convulsed, her body swaying back and forth. Then suddenly her pussy blew

to

pieces, her clit curling under the intense heat while her muscles cinched

down

again and again on thin air.

She was cumming, climaxing with a vengeance, and there was nothing in her

cunthole to satisfy her with.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Come on, bitch-slut! Show 'em just how hot you are! Man, she's goin' nuts

with

my cock in her butt! You gals fuck 'er with candles or somethin' to get 'er

this

good?"

His mocking words stung what was left of her pride as Sister Mary Katherine

hung

there, cum oozing from her violated asshole.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It had been a trying night. They had taken her down from the double frame,

laughing at her, hitting her while she tried to cover her shame. The other

sisters were too terrified at the moment, she knew, to pass judgment on her

They

shivered against one another, still trying to cover their naked cunts and

tits

as Jack ushered Sister Mary Katherine back to the space she shared with

Sister

Dominic.

They threw her in like a sack, slamming the door hard behind her. Sister

Mary

Katherine fell to the floor, doubling over, hugging her belly while keening

softly to herself. She had acted so vile! She had behaved very badly in

front of

the othets and before her God! She felt the hot tears flow as Sister Dominic

slid up to her, putting a comforting arm about her shoulder.

"Oh, Sister, you shouldn't touch me! I've I've betrayed everything I believe

in!

Oh God, God, they surely will drive me from the religious life after this,"

she

moaned, covering her face in horror when she remembered the shameless way

she

had let Jack fuck her in front of the others.

Even sitting here, squatting in front of Sister Dominic, Sister Mary

Katherine

could feel his cockmeat shoving up into her ass, the knobby cock slipping

into

her bowels, stretching the itching, silky lining until the nun felt her clit

splinter and explode into those millions of delicious spasms! How could she

even

think of something like that now, here with Sister Dominic trying to comfort

her?

"I understand, Sister. We have to be brave! We have to endure. These awful

men

will be punished by God," the other nun said. "But right now we have to stay

alive and keep our faith."

Sister Mary Katherine nearly snorted out a cynical laugh. After all she had

been

through, how was she to keep her innocent faith alive? Jack and Joe had

stripped

her of her pride, of her belief.

The only thing they had given her in return was fucking-fucking and pain,

combining the two so the young nun was unsure where one left off and the

other

began.

Instead of countering Sister Dominic, Sister Mary Katherine instead remained

quiet, thankful for at least some moments of rest before the men worked

their

savagery on them once again.

There was movement outside, shuffling, sounds that reminded the young nun of

horror movies. At times she could hear the whimpering groans from the other

nuns

locked together in a room on the other side of the wall. But now Sister Mary

Katherine was concerned only for herself. She knew it was selfish.

She drew her hands together and began mouthing one of the many prayers she

had

learned as a novice. Halfway through the door swung open, Jack standing

spread-legged in the doorway.

Sister Mary Katherine drew against Sister Dominic, her flesh crawling with

terror as she looked at the thin smile he flashed at them both.

"Come on."

Sister Mary Katherine shook her head, her lower lip trembling.

"No? Then you're gonna tell me where that douchebag of a brother of yours

hid

the money? You know, baby," Jack said, folding his thick-muscled arms across

his

belly and staring down at her, "you've been a helluva lot of fun. Ol' Joe in

there wants a crack at one of you and I'm probably gonna give it to him just

to

keep the bastard quiet."

Jack pushed himself away from the wall, scratching his chin.

"But I'm gettin' pretty fuckin' tired of all this. Yeah, I dig puttin' you

through your paces but I want my bucks! Now, if you don't start talkin', I'm

really gonna get rough," Jack threatened, his voice growing frighteningly

dark.

Sister Mary Katherine grabbed him around the knees, pleading.

"Oh God, please, don't you see? If I knew I would've told you by now. Oh, Go

d in

heaven, just leave us alone. Tear the church apart if you want! But I swear

in

the name of Holy Jesus,

I don't know what my brother did with anything of yours!"

Jack stood there, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something.

Then

he thought better of it, shaking his head and drawing the back of one hand

over

his lips. His eyes nar- rowed while he shook his head.

"I knew the church wanted bucks. But, man, you're really nuts if you think

holdin' out's gonna get you anywhere."

He grabbed her by the hair once more, jerking the nun roughly away from her

companion.

Sister Mary Katherine felt the strands (?f hair tearing from her scalp, the

agony making her scream and jerk her legs out to either side of her body.

She

twisted around, desperately trying to stand up and ease the pulling, tearing

tension around her scalp.

Jack moved around in such a way, however, that always kept her down on the

floor. When she tried stumbling up a third time for balance, he kicked her

in

both knees, sending the nun crashing to the floor with a loud wail.

Sister Dominic rose to her feet and rushed forward, begging the big man to

let

her friend go.

"Shut up! You want the same treatment?"

His threats failed to stop Sister Dominic. The woman tried pulling him from

Sister Mary Katherine, receiving a sharp blow across the face for her

efforts.

She staggered back, falling to the floor with a dull thud.

"Hey, Joe? You want this fuckin' nun so bad? She's yours!" Jack shouted in

anger, jerking his head in the direction of the fallen Sister Dominic.

"No, no, she's good! Don't do anything to her!" Sister Mary Katherine

wailed.

Joe rushed in, throwing himself on top of the hapless nun. Sister Mary

Katherine

saw Sister Dominic disappear under the big man's body. She could hear the

nun's

screams, the resounding sounds of slaps and the woman's resultant cries of

pain.

He was saying terrible, wonderful things to her about her body as he began

fucking her.

"She's gonna have her own fun. Don't worry about that bitch. I'd be worried

about myself if I were you," Jack warned, dragging her from the room by her

hair.

Sister Mary Katherine dug at the floor with her heels, feeling the room sway

around her. Jack pulled her out with one firm yank, kicking the door shut

behind

him and drowning out the sounds of Sister Dominic being brutally fucked.

He threw her across the floor, letting go of her hair and laughing as she

banged

her head severely against one supporting concrete column. Sister Mary

Katherine

looked up and saw two chains hanging from the top of the pillar. At the end

of

each was a rusty iron cuff.

"No don't notthat,"she whispered, drawing away from the pillar.

"You know what's gonna happen already? Probably creamin' in your cunt," Jack

muttered, wrapping one big arm around her belly and hauling her to her feet.

Sister Mary Katherine showed surprising energy. Twisting in his grasp, she

clawed at his face while she tried kneeing the stud in the crotch. Again and

again she shrieked, white blind animal terror knifing through her brain.

Startled by her surprising feistiness, Jack regained control of the

situation,

pushing her roughly from him. She fell backward, striking her head against

the

pillar. Still flailing her arms in front of her, the nun stumbled to the

left,

falling over her feet while howling in horror.

"Slut!"

Stepping quickly behind her, the big man brought down both fists hard behind

her

neck, sending the woman crashing forward - and down against the concrete

basement floor

Sister Mary Katherine let out a dull groan, feeling the floor giving way

under

her. Still hysterical, she managed to jerk herself to her feet, slipping

from

Jack's clutching fingers and moving behind the pillar.

Her tits slapped together as she wheeled about, pushing the hair from her

eyes,

searching desperately for some path to take to escape the prospective

horrdr.

She was an animal now-a panting, terrified animal skittering across the

basement

floor, trying to escape the dreadful predator only inches from her.

Jack slammed one hand down against the front of her body just above her

tits,

the force making her stagger, her bare soles slipping over the smooth cellar

floor. Everything around her seemed to be flying around her unanchored,

striking

her, attacking her. She let out another hellish cry, stretching her arms in

front of her and rushing desperately toward what she guessed was the

stairway.

Jack managed to grab one arm, wheeling her in a circle before letting her go

and

sending the woman smashing into the dreaded pillar. Sister Mary Katherine

thought she had split her skull open as she reeled back and collapsed to the

floor.

"Goddamn it, baby, you're one helluva prize," Jack said, panting heavily as

he

raised one foot and dropped the heel of his boot against the side of her

face.

Sister Mary Katherine groaned, feeling the hard rubber rubbing across the

corner

of her mouth. Granules of dirt fell into her throat as she tried pushing the

awful foot from her face.

But Jack kept on the pressure, threatening to crush her skull as if it were

an

eggshell. He kept telling her how filthy she was, what a whore she was while

he

rubbed his dirty boot over her cheek and lips.

He moved his foot down somewhat, kicking her around so her asscheeks

pillowed

against the cold, concrete floor. Now he had the sole of his boot pressing

against her throat, effectively choking the air from her lungs.

Sister Mary Katherine grew frantic, her hands pounding wildly against his

ankles. She tried grasping his Levi's with trembling icy fingers, jerking

her

body about the floor, trying to snap her head from the offending foot.

But nothing seemed to dislodge-the boot. The nun's wild efforts were waning

as

the oxygen supply to her body was cut off. She felt the room spinning around

her

and she then assumed she was about to die. Oh Lord, to die like this, under

this

man, forgive me, Sister Mary Katherine prayed silently while Jack kept up

the

pressure.

"Don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this whole bit that easy," Jack

growled, pull- ing his foot away from her throat suddenly.

Sister Mary Katherine coughed and gagged, grabbing her throat and turning

onto

her side. She curled into a fetal position, drawing her knees up to her tits

while gasping in air. She had nearly died! He had nearly killed her-and all

for

her brother's unholy money!

How she hated her brother more and more. The image of his handsome face

filled

her with unthinkable rage as she thought of the pain and humiliation both

she

and her sisters had been forced to endure. God forgive me for this feeling,

she

silently begged, shaking her head as if she could shake the anger from her

soul.

 

"Now, up here, bitch. And don't gimme any more of that screamin' shit. Next

time

I won't take my foot off your fuckin' throat so fast."

She was efeated. -Closing her yes, the woman gave in, feeling half-dead as

Jack

lifted her like a sack from the floor, leaning her against the pillar.

Sister

Mary Katherine did not even groan as the big stud jerked her right hand up,

then

snapped the rusty cuff around her wrist. Next came the left arm. The young

nun

felt her muscles being stretched as he hauled her up from the floor until

her

toes dangled about six inches from the floor.

"All mine. All mine, and I'll bet you don't tell me the money thing, will

you?

In a way," Jack admitted, biting his lower lip in excitement, "I hope you

don't."

Sister Mary Katherine heard cries from beyond one of the doors and knew it

was

her friend, Sister Dominic being raped and beaten by Jack's partner.

It was a dream, some horrid, awful dream that was being played in her head

once

more, just like all those other dreams she had had after watching that

dreadful

movie.

But what about the pain in her arms? What about that popping sensations in

her

shoulders caused by the weight of her own body? No, this was no dream, no

movie.

It was the worst of her fears being played out in real life.

Sister Mary Katherine seemed to come to life once more, looking from side to

side, then rolling her eyes up and staring at the cuffs cutting into her

wrists.

Helpless, roped up to the ceiling and held captive. And there was Jack, busy

selecting the instrument with which he would whip her.

"That'll do it!"

Sister Mary Katherine stiffened, her bones chilling as she saw a long black

leather whip dangling from his right hand. She couldn't help herself and a

warm

wetness trickled down her right thigh. She was pissing on herself,

disgracing

herself in front of this savage while he laughed at her!

"What's the matter, slut? You gotta weak bladder?"

Jack strode up to her, his hands on his hips. The young nun clenched her

teeth,

feeling the rough rub of the concrete against her naked ass and back.

The weight of her body was pulling more painfully against the joints in her

arm

and elbow as she swung there, feeling so terribly helpless.

"Now, before I go any further, you gonna tell me about your brother?"

"I don't know!" Sister Mary Katherine screamed, wanting to rip his face off.

"Too bad-."

Sister Mary Katherine held her breath, watching Jack standing there n front

of

her. He was doing this purposely, waiting, his black eyes dancing in his

head,

his nostrils flaring with excitement. She could tell just from this stare he

enjoyed watching women suffer

She saw the muscles in his right arm tensing, his fingers curling into a

tight

fist. She tried to ready herself for pain. But when his fist shot forward,

smashing into her belly just below her ribcage Sister Mary Katherine let out

a

screech of agony. Never, never had she felt this kind of killing blow in her

life!

"Ooooooofffffff!"

Her head snapped back, striking the coJumn while her legs kicked out. Bright

spinning discs of yellow and orange exploded behind her eyes as she gasped

wildly for air. - It felt as if he had bruised several internal organs with

that

hard punch. Shaking the hair from her eyes the nun looked up at the big man,

wishing for all she was worth he would be struck down by God at that moment.

"The money," he said calmly, rubbing his knuckles with the fingers of his

other

hand.

"I don't - . oh, what's the use?" the nun

gasped, tears of frustration and pain streaking her flushed cheeks.

"You'll come around. Either that, or you won't walk outta here. . . and that

goes for the rest of 'em as well!"

"Nooo, ahhhhhhh!"

It was Sister Dominic screaming loudly. Sister Mary Katherine could hear

Joe's

response then another sharp cry of pain. They would torture them all,

beating

them to death. And for what? There was nothing, nothing she could tell them.

"Think about it, cunt."

Jack moved back now, snapping the whip, letting the long, snake-like piece

of

leather hiss provocatively throughhe air and crash against the floor.

Sister Mary Katherine held her breath, her eyes rounding as she studied that

terrible instrument of pain. He was flicking it close to her head now,

several

of her hairs flying from her skull and being cut off by the black leather

whip.

Sister Mary Katherine began muttering, her prayer being interrupted by the

cracking of the whip directly in front of her face. She screamed mindlessly,

thrashing like a wild woman against her bonds, her body beating regularly

against the concrete pillar behind her.

The metal cuffs cut cruelly into her already severely chafed wrists. And all

the

while Jack was snapping that whip, driving her half mad with his teasing.

"Eaghghhghghhhhhhh!"

The whip finally found its home, the black leather stinging across her lower

belly. It was as if someone had touched her flesh with a blowtorch. The

young

nun jerked her legs up, her body shivering against the chains holding it

prisoner to the ceiling. Her jaw slackened while her eyes popped from her

skull.

 

The woman coughed, choking on her scream as another blow across her face

snapped

her head back. Cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek and the slow, heavy

trickle down her face told the nun Jack had scarred her for life. She licked

the

blood from the corner of her mouth, trying to ignore the fiery pain that ran

from her ribs to her navel. Having forgotten temporarily all her holy

teachings

she spat at him.

"Bastard! May God damn- you and that animal in there for all eternity!" she

shouted, feeling nothing but white-hot hatred course through her veins.

Jack only laughed, doubling his whip and advancing. The nun trembled,

wondering

who would win this deadly game.

CHAPTER NINE

"Eaghghhghghghh!"

Jack didn't stop, continually beating the doubled whip against her body. He

was

hitting her lightly now after the first two killing blows, directing the

smooth

black leather against her tits. When she tried kicking him in the balls,

however, the young stud became angered and began hitting her in earnest. He

directed the whip across her. left nipple.

"Yaghghghghghghhhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine's throat hurt from the shouting screams exploding from

her

mouth. The other nuns must have guessed what was going on. She could hear

them

beating their fists against the door, shouting at the man beating her to

stop.

"No, Sisters, don't! He'll only drag you out and hurt you," she sobbed,

shaking

her head wildly, trying to fight the pain shooting through her body.

"Oh, oh, God, dear sweet Jesus, give me strength! the nun prayed silently,

her

lips moving against one another while Jack readied himself for another blow.

"Uhhhhhfffff!"

He smacked the doubled whip against her belly button, making the tight

muscles

spasm. She drew her legs up toward her tits, the pain going on and on like a

raw

gash with stinging piss poured over it.

Grinding her teeth, she felt that overwhelming hatred for Jack and Joe make

her

gasp. She wanted that animal to come close enough for her foot to lash into

his

balls. He would hurt her even more, she knew that, but just that moment of

satisfaction knowing she had caused him agony would be worth everything. She

screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, slowly regaining control of

her

own rioting emotions.

"You've still gotta chance to tell me, baby-while you can still talk."

"Nothing . . . I don't have anything to say, Sister Mary Katherine gasped.

"Too bad."

He slashed the whip across her face.

Sister Mary Katherine's head snapped back again from the stinging face of

that

attack. Then another blow smashed across her right tit, leaving a long red

mark

down to her nipple. The nun let out another sharp cry, looking down to see

if he

had peeled any flesh from her body with that last blow.

Jack stared up at her, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body in

front of

him aroused him more and more. He moved closer to Sister Mary Katherine.

"Like I said before, I dig it when you're not tellin' me what you know," he

whispered, rubbing his crotch with one hand as he hefted one tit with the

whip

handle. "That means you and me we get to play a little more, you know? And

you

dig playin', even though you're a fuckin' nun."

"No, that's not true."

She pushed that thought from her mind, concentrating instead on fighting

back.

She moved her right foot experimentally. If he came a little closer, she

could

do it.

"Yaghghghhghghh!"

His next move was a surprising one. Stretching out one hand, he grabbed at

her

cunt, twisting the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing

sensation blasted through the nun like a knife gutting her belly. She

brought

her knees up, throwing back her head, feeling her mind reeling out of

control

from the awful pain. She could hear the hairs tearing from her pussy as he

caused her more and more pain.

"No, noooooo!"

Sister Mary Katherine felt herself coming unglued. It was as if he were

pulling

the flesh from her very bones! She screamed and yammered, her words becoming

incomprehensible as Jack continued torturing her cunt with that awful hand.

"Uhhhhh!"

It had stopped, only to be followed with more beating from the doubled whip.

He

lashed the leather across her face, her lips, her nipples.

The nun struggled, knotting the muscles of her arms, trying to climb the

chains

rattling over her head. She felt her fingers going cold and numb as the

nerves

became bruised from the cutting cuffs. The shrill power of her cries echoed

off

the walls, making the nuns behind the door shout all the more loudly.

"Bitch

Jack stopped for a moment, regaining his breath. Again the young- nun felt

herself sagging toward the floor, this time feeling her toes touching the

concrete. Her body had stretched from the ordeal!

"Uhhhhhh!"

Jack lashed at her, drawing the leather whip across her lower belly, then

finally directing the savage blows at her cunt. It was then Sister Mary

Katherine sprang back to life, kicking, yammering, screaming at the young

stud

causing her all this pain. Her words were lost in the red rage of her fury.

Jack came up to her, careful to avoid her wildly kicking legs. Pushing the

whip

up, he jammed it into her mouth, forcing the leather down her throat,

jerking

her jaws widely apart. He laughed, watching her bite the whip, her eyes

filled

with hatred while she panted like a cornered beast.

"You hate me, don'tcha, babe? Hate me so much you're tryin' to bite this

mother

in half. I like that, baby, especially from a nun."

Throwing back his head and laughing, he shoved the whip down her throat

harder,

punching her, clawing at her nipples with his fingers. Sister Mary Katherine

lost her breath twice from hate and pain but something else was happening,

the

curse of her body, that deadly whispering she had heard again and again

during

her ordeal.

Her cunt was hot, very, very hot, running with juice. Sister Mary Katherine

had

felt it starting to itch and tingle the moment Jack had hauled her up to the

ceiling. But now - - . now it was on fire!

The more that whip sliced into her body, piercing her flesh, chafing her

skin

while drawing screams of agony from the nun, the more joy and pleasure she

felt

sparking in her pussy.

"Uhhhhhh!"

Jack pulled back, his black eyes half-closed from lust. A line of spit

trickled

from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her and began

unbuckling his belt.

"No, not not raped again."

"Fucked, baby, not raped. There's a big difference. You enjoy this crap,"

Jack

explained, pushing his Levi's down a bit to expose his cock

hairs. "Maybe your friend in there's gettin' raped, but man, you want

prickmeat

bad, and any way you can get it."

"No, no, you're filthy, damned! You can't talk that way to me, a a nun!"

His laughter increased. Reaching up, Jack pinched her chin between his thumb

and

fore- finger, forcing the woman to look down at him.

"You're no more a nun that some fuckin' whore on Sunset Boulevard. You wanna

get

fucked and fucked hard and hot," Jack spat out, searing her very soul. "You

like

all this shit and want more. And that's just what I'm gonna give you."

Her tits heaved up and down with the deep, gusting breaths she took. His

shouting drove the truth into her like a spear.

She turned her head from him to one side, watching Jack from the corner of

one

eye. Her pride had been shattered.

Jack reached up, sanding her nipples with the smooth black leather. She felt

them, sore and aching, puckering into stiff points. There was no way she

could

deny the terrible things he had shouted at her.

"You see? The more I throw at you, the more you want. I can't see you

prayin'

anymore, baby. You're one of us now.

Sister Mary Katherine shuddered at the thought of her turning into anything

like

Jack and Joe. She tried concentrating on her own bodily pain, anything other

than the pleasure she felt throbbing in her cunt like a festering wound.

Her joints were aching terribly, making her take shallow, panting breaths

while

her fingers were growing colder from the cutting pressure of the steel

manacles.

The strain on her wrists and shoulders and arms grew worse as she tried to

conceal her cunt from Jack, folding one leg over the other.

"Nothin' to hide, baby. I seen it before, fucked it before, and probably '11

fuck it again."

Sister Mary Katherine's spirits sank. She watched as Jack walked behind her,

tapping the whip lightly against the palm of one hand. She heard him stop

and

she could almost see him staring at her ass, her curved back, the swanlike

thrust of her neck. He would beat her there. He would be whipping her ass,

driving the leather instrument of pain into her shitter just as he had

driven

his cock up her asshole earlier. God in heven, crush this man and -

"Eaghghhghghghghghhhh!"

The whip came down between her asscheeks,the leather yanking her asshole out

of

shape. Again the sudden, hot, stinging pain made her piss on herself.

Sister Mary Katherine let out a scream that drew more shrieks from the nuns

behind the locked door. Another blow, this one crossing her full, plump

asscheeks and leaving a long red welt on both of them. She kicked her body

away

from the pillar, feeling herself twisting like a corpse on the gallows.

Falling

back against the column, the nun screamed for mercy even as Jack cocked his

arm

back, readying her for another blow.

"Noooo. . . eahghghhghghgh!"

She swayed like a pendulum, her body bouncing against the pillar again and

again

as the whip continued smacking dryly against her asscheeks. She kicked out

both

legs, twisting around, trying to avoid the whistling whip. Her long hair

dangled

to her buttocks as she screamed, her head back, her mouth wide open.

Gurgling, choking on her own spit, the young nun felt the metal cuffs

cutting

more into her wrists. Small rivulets of blood flowed down her arms, reaching

her

elbows while Jack flogged the whip at the backs of her knees, her thighs,

her

asscheeks. She could hear his breath whistling nearly as loudly as the whip

cutting through the air.

"Yaghghghhhhhhh!"

Her butt caught fire. She thought she could feel her skin being cut through

again and again by the cruel leather whip while her ass heated, reddening to

fire-engine scarlet.

"Good, bitch. We'll see just how much longer you're gonna hold out till you

make

me and Joe rich," Jack said, again stopping his savagery for the moment.

CHAPTER TEN

Sister Mary Katherine thought the world had exploded all about her and come

to

an end. Jack was beating her around the shoulders and back, tearing at her

flesh, making her think there would be nothing left on her bones when he got

through with her. Again and again he shouted the unchanging question, but

she

could never answer him, her words turning into shouts of agony and horrific

pain.

She jerked and jumped on the chains like a crazy p;uppet, her body torn by

the

hot agony of the biting whip. With complete despair the nun let herself

dangle,

her head back, her asscheeks opened.

Jack had been waiting for that. With a wide overhead swing he brought the

whip

down, ripping the doubled section down on her asscrack and once again

tearing at

her asshole.

It felt as if he had shoved the knife once again up her shitter, only this

time

actually tearing the bowel lining. Sister Mary Katherine shouted like the

damned, her legs kicking out. Incredible pain numbed her brain, maknig her

jerk

convulsively while Jack laughed loudly behind her.

"Come on, slut, come on. You want this so bad, move it around," Jack

taunted,

reaching around and grabbing another fistful of her cunt hairs.

His fingers slipped against the juice-slicked labes, making him laugh loudly

once more.

"So, you don't want this, eh? But, man, you're runnin' with juice every time

I

knock the shit outta you! Fuckin' little hypocrite slut. Wonder what the

fuck

your damned Pope'd think if he could see you jumpin' around like this, your

pussy hotter 'n' hell?"

"Stop it! Don't don't! I'll tell you anything, but just don't - - hurt me

any

more," Sister Mary Katherine panted.

Jack stopped, cocking his head to one side. There was a look of

disappointment

on his face as he pushed his face up against hers, staring into her eyes.

"You tellin' the truth, slut?"

Sister Mary Katherine nodded her head weakly up and down. She would lie. She

would do anything to get down from those horrid cuffs that threatened to

sever

her hands from her arms. She would have fucked with Satan to stop the

terrible

flaying of the whip against her flesh.

"Where is it?"

"The Madonna you were close when I came in and surprised you. The

Madonna - -

under the base," she muttered, her head hanging down.

Jack screwed up his face thoughtfully, backing away, then rubbing his

crotch.

Throwing down the whip, he stood on a box and unfastened the manacles around

her

wrists.

Sister Mary Katherine sagged against him, hoping he would drop her to the

floor

and let her go. Instead he threw her roughly to the floor, shoving his

Levi's

all the way down and jumping onto her body.

It was happening again. Oh dear God it was happening again. Jack's cock was

all

the way out now, battering at her cunt. Sister Mary Katherine felt the

rising

throb of her clit as his belly banged against it. The hot friction stung her

sore tissues but the nun didn't care.

She slid from side to side, silently urging the bestial man on. Rolling her

hips

around, she knew she looked like the Whore of Babylon whom her elders had

told

her about.

Well, let it be, then. She would out-whore even that one. She flexed her

ass,

feeling the sensuous heat gathering in her pussy as she swiveled her cunt

around

his prick.

"Man, baby, move it, just like that. Fuck it out, you bitch!"

The nun felt him ramming his cock into her. His hands tore at her nipples,

then

moved down to the rough, tense muscles of her ass. He picked up her butt

bodily,

holding her hips still while ramming his cock harder and harder into her.

"Uhhhhh . . . oh more, more," Sister Mary Katherine cried, the throbbing

pulse

in her cunt driving the wind from her lungs yet again.

"Come on, baby, work it out! Pound them hips up yeah, just like that!"

Church, God, obedience, chapel-they all faded- like the morning mist under

the

heat of the moment. Sister Mary Katherine was rutting again, throwing her

body

about, letting it be speared again and again by that awful cock.

She began to curl her back, shoving her cunt up toward him. The pistoning

prick

knocked her womb back and forth and she responded by twisting her hips like

a

madwoman, working his cockhead into her cunt. She could feel the tight, hot

red

tension rising up her spine like the red in a thermometer. Just a little

more

and the line of heat would blast like a bomb into her brain.

"Ughhhhhh!"

Sister Mary Katherine's mouth was wide open and she dragged in huge amounts

of

air while she rammed her hipbones against his. She struggled to bring

herself to

climax, knowing that the throbbing prick in her cunt was about to shoot.

Gritting her teeth, she sent all her willpower down into the ring of

tightening

muscles around her pussy. She tightened the wet, steaming sleeve of flesh,

milking at his cock. Any second now she would feel a hitch in his bucking

strokes that would be the signal of his climax.

"Ohhhh. . . ahhhhh!"

She felt a gout of sperm blast up into her pussy, setting off the explosion

in

her cunt. The nun gasped, feeling his ragged fingernails tearing at her

thighs,

her tits, her belly. Jack was going wild, driving the nun higher. She

thought

she would die, feeling the continuing peak of her cum taking everything from

her

mind except the body that pinned her to the floor-.

Then finally she felt the hands on her ass unclenching. Her cuntal squeezes

slacked off, tapering as he pulled his cock out of her. The young nun

shuddered

and sighed, knowing this would be the end of her ordeal-and of her pleasure.

"That was fuckin' good, baby, the best!"

She felt his cockhead popping out, dragging a long rush of cum with it. Jack

staggered up, pulling his Levi's around his hips and closing his zipper.

"Now we'll go and see if you're tellin' the truth."

Sister Mary Katherine hesitated. The time she had bought for herself would

matter little once Jack got to the church and discovered she had been lying.

Perhaps they would kill them all, then ransack the chapel. She put one hand

up

to him, shaking her head.

"I lied. I swear, I don't know anything about any money," she sobbed,

putting

the fingers of both hands to her lips and rocking gently back and forth. "I

don't know why you don't believe me, but I swear to you, I don't know

anything.

I hate my brother! I hate him! Why should I protect him? Oh, what he's done

to

me and my sisters! I had to do something, something to make you stop hurting

us.

Please, believe me. I don't know what else to tell you."

Jack stood there, scratching his chin. "Guess you have been tellin' the

truth

all along," he said, grinning down at her. "And guess I kinda knew it all

the

time. Just wanted to have me some fun with a nun. And baby, you sure turned

out

to be one helluva party."

Sister Mary Katherine heard the words and shuddered under them. So, he had

all

this just to please himself! She gathered herself up from the floor, staring

up

at him, hatred bubbling in her soul.

"You. .--. you put us through all this to - -to enjoy yourself and that's

all?"

"Hey, man, this bitch ain't got no spunk no more," Joe said, suddenly

interrupting them.

Sister Mary Katherine turned and watched as Joe dumped the near-lifeless

Sister

Dominic at her feet. The young nun groaned, her body scarred with knife

wounds,

welts, and various other bruises. She began sobbing uncontrollably the

moment

Sister Mary Katherine stroked her cheeks.

"He . . . he raped me!" she cried out wildly. "And then . . . then there was

more. The knife . . . oh God, not the knife again!"

Her legs kicked back, her eyes large and round, her nostrils flared while

her

body shivered wildly.

"No, no, sh! It's over, it's over," Sister Mary Katherine said, holding the

woman close to her. "What did you do to her?"

Joe and Jack laughed, standing around the two women.

"Over there. Just a kind of good-bye and a warning not to get crazy and call

the

cops or look for -

The men grabbed both nuns, jerking them roughly up from the floor and

pushing

them toward the door where the other were held. In front of the doorway was

a

drain and it was there that Joe and Jack shoved both nuns down onto their

knees.

Sister Dominic was barely to keep from fainting, her terror was so great.

"You in there," Jack said, slapping his hands against the wooden door.

"We've

got these two in front. You wanna see what's gonna happen to them?"

There was the sound of shuffling. Sister Mary Katherine could see several

pairs

of eyes peering at her through many cracks in the wooden partition.

"Yeah, thought you would fuckin' whores."

"What's goin' on, Jack?" Joe quizzed, watching his buddy unzipping his

trousers

again.

Sister Mary Katherine stared up at the man, wondering if he had any strength

to

fuck either of them after having so drained himself moments earlier.

"Come on. We're gonna use these cunts for just what they are-a couple of

toilets."

Sister Mary Katherine drew closer to Sister Dominic, guessing what these

animals

were going to do. She watched with big eyes as both men pulled out their

flaccid

cocks, rolling them between their respective thumbs and forefingers.

"No, no, no," Sister Dominic whispered, guessing as well what was about to

happen.

The first few yellow drops of piss appeared at the head of Jack's cock, two

of

them dropping onto Sister Dominic's hips. She shivered, her thighs

instinctively

shuddering to knock off the offending urine. Then the two hot streams of

stinging piss erupted, bathing the gagging nuns in a fetid aroma of human

waste.

 

Sister Mary Katherine tried putting her hands to her face to protect her

mouth

and was rewarded by a stream of urine in her pussy. She slipped on the

floor,

falling against Sister Dominic and knocking them both flat on their asses.

Both men laughed at the struggling nuns, pissing on their tits, their

bellies,

their cunts, their faces, the double streams spattering wetly and coating

them

with a foul yellow stain.

The nuns tried crawling away from the horrid waste but Joe moved around,

stepping on Sister Mary Katherine's fingers and nearly breaking them. Jack

kicked Sister Dominic in the face, knocking her back to her original

position.

The nuns behind the doors screamed once more, shouting and braying their

prayers

while the men finished pissing.

"Uhhhhhh!"

"Okay, man, let's get back to the fuckin' church. Her damned brother just

might've put the money in the Madonna like she said.'

"What about them?" Joe asked, flipping his prick back into his Levi's.

"Let 'em figure out what to do. We don't own this place. Bunch of naked nuns

walkin' the streets oughtta get some attention and help. And hey," Jack

said,

bending over and grabbing a handful of Sister Mary Katherine's pissstinking

hair, "it was real good to fuck around with you tonight. Maybe we'll get

together some time again and fuck around, huh?"

"In hell," Sister Mary Katherine muttered, pulling away from them.

The men laughed, picking up their belongings and moving quickly from the

room.

"They'll come back," Sister Dominic said, her face blank with terror as she

began searching around the floor as if she could find her clothes.

"I doubt it," Sister Mary Katherine said, her voice lifeless and dull.

They had shown her a side of life she had never guessed existed. And now,

after

having seen all the brilliant colors, she was being turned back into the

dull

grey of the convent.

"They said they didn't own the warehouse."

"But all this . . . it's theirs. They'll be back," Sister Dominic said,

gesturing at the various instruments of torture that had agonized them.

"Perhaps. We had better get our sisters out from the room and leave. Our

clothes

must be somewhere here," Sister Mary Katherine said, getting up, ignoring

ihe

throbbing pain in her joints as she freed the other nuns.

They all embraced her, telling her and Sister Dominc just how brave they had

been and how they should leave this place as quickly as possible.

Sister Mary Katherine reluctantly agreed, avoiding the direct stare of

Sister

Dominic. Both of them knew what they had been through and what they had

felt.

Could either of them pray before the altar again? Could either even pretend

to

wear the habit again?

Sister Mary Katherine pushed those questions to one side. There were others.

The police, her brother. Should either be called, threatened, explained to?

Sister Mary Katherine put her hands to her head. Too much, it was just too

much

to think of now. There was only escape to ponder and the thought of a long,

sterile, chaste life to follow. Perhaps she would leave the life of the veil

.

"Come, Sister. We should leave," oneof the other nuns whispered.

Yes, leave. Back to the church, hoping Jack and Joe had rummaged enough and

found their filthy lucre. And then?

Sister Mary Katherine closed her eyes and lowered her head as someone handed

her

a large blanket to drape herself with. Only God knew the answer to that.