Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: SISTER MARY KATHERINE 4
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 4
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 so it 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 only inches from her mouth. She licked her lips, throwing back her head and letting out a cry of despair while Joe jacked his prick-meat 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 pulling 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 labia apart roughly and stroking her cunt with his fingers while Jack jabbed his prick head 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 cock rod.”
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 prick-meat 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 lips 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, oh man.”
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 precum.
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 cut lips, 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 prick-meat 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 cock-head. 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 cock-meat.
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.
“Uhhhh—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 ass cheeks, 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 pussy meat.
“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 situation, 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?
THE END OF CHAPTER FOUR