SISTER MARY KATHERINE 10

Feature Writer: Unknown

Feature Title: SISTER MARY KATHERINE 10

Published: Unknown

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Blasphemy, Sacrilege, Nun, Abuse, NC, Devil Worship

Synopsis: 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.

 

Sister Mary Katherine 10

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 puppet, her body torn by the hot agony of the biting whip. With complete despair the nun let herself dangle, her head back, her ass cheeks opened.

Jack had been waiting for that. With a wide overhead swing he brought the whip down, ripping the doubled section down on her ass-crack 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, making 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 cock-head 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 cock-head 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 piss stinking 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 the throbbing pain in her joints as she freed the other nuns.

They all embraced her, telling her and Sister Dominic 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,” one of 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.

THE END OF CHAPTER TEN

1 thought on “SISTER MARY KATHERINE 10”

  1. If I may suggest a possible story to continue this, The Dark Lord(or any demon, even Lilith) comes to Sister Mary Katherine and convinces her to join them by promising Justice (revenge?) On everyone that had abused her.

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