Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: SISTER MARY KATHERINE 2
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 2
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 pushing 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 rubbed her cunt 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 cunt hairs, then yanked hard, tearing out a handle full of the wispy strands by their the roots. 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 between her 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 slapped wetly against 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 against 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 cock tented up the front of his Levi’s and his right hand 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 fingers 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 cunt-lips now, making the outer lips quiver and fold over one another. Her cunt was swelling horribly, her clit stiff, unshielded—throbbing against the surrounding wet flesh.
When Joe finally 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 candle 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, twisting 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 Katherine 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?”
He 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, to 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 prick head 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 cock meat 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 prick rod 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 throat-ed her harder.
She nearly sneezed as some of his wiry cock hairs 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 gives 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 cock-head striking the back of her 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, vilifying 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 cunt hole 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 prick rod, 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 rammed on, striking the back of her throat. Her teeth scraped sensuously along the full length of his cock shaft. 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 against the plaster crotch of Jesus. It was confusing her, making her rut, making her cum.
“Unnlhfh … Thhf—ohhhhhhh!”
A waterfall of lava seemed to pour into her cunt when her clit exploded, sending hot aching 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 could 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.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO