Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: SISTER MARY KATHERINE 3
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 3
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 climaxed 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 her groaning 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 only 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 Dominic 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 ass-crack.
“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 born, 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 cinder-block 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 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 pussy-slit 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.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE