Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: SISTER MARY KATHERINE 9
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 9
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 cunt lips 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’t cha, 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 prick-meat bad, and any way you can get it.”
“No, no, you’re filthy, damned! You can’t talk that way to me, a nun!”
His laughter increased. Reaching up, Jack pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, 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 will 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 swan-like 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 heaven, crush this man and—
“Eaghghhghghghghghhhh!”
The whip came down between her ass-cheeks,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 ass-cheeks 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 ass-cheeks. 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 ass-cheeks. 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.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE