Feature Writer: Norm DePloom
Feature Title: The Mary Effect 2 / Mary’s Dream
Published: 05.07.2000 / Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved — Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
Story Codes: Mf, Bondage, Sacrilege
Synopsis: This story contains sacrilege and desecration of objects considered to be holy by the Roman Catholic Church so read only at the risk of your immortal soul.
Author’s Notes: All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. If you don’t like sex stories, don’t read it. If you don’t like stories about sex with children, don’t read it. If you don’t like stories about forced sex, don’t read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don’t read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don’t read it. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at [email protected]
The Mary Effect 2 / Mary’s Dream
Mary, holding her button-less blouse closed with both hands, stumbled then caught her self as she walked toward her dorm room. The images of being fucked on the altar with Jesus and the Virgin Mary looking down on her swirled through her mind fueling her feelings of shame, humiliation and ‘dirtiness’. After she closed the dorm room door behind her Mary removed her clothes with trembling fingers then, being careful not to look at her self in any of the mirrors around the room, walked to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the small shower.
Once the steam was billowing nicely in the small bathroom Mary adjusted the water temperature and stepped into a shower just hot enough to be uncomfortable. Mary soaped and rinsed her body repeatedly trying with increasing intensity to wash away the feeling of dirtiness that permeated her entire body. Finally she collapsed onto the floor of the shower, clutching her knees in the fetal position, leaning against the wet shower wall, and crying convulsively as the hot water streamed over her naked body.
Mary was in the interesting position of wanting to beg deities she did not believe in for forgiveness for committing sacrilege in their ‘house of worship’. Finally, after the tears tapered off to an occasional sniff, Mary promised these deities, the ones she knew did not exist (or at least at this point desperately hoped did not exist), that she would not allow it to happen again. Filled with a new resolve and reassured of her ability to ultimately control any situation when it involved a man, Mary stood up and, after shutting off the water, stepped from the shower and began to rub her body vigorously with her bath towel.
After drying Mary wrapped the towel around her breasts and tucked in the corner. Stepping in front of the full-length mirror Mary unwrapped the towel and held the two corners out away from her body so she could see all of her naked body. I don’t look any different, she thought as she turned from side to side. Since Ruthie was still gone, Mary hung her towel up in the bathroom and walked naked to her bed. Unlike most females Mary actually preferred to sleep in the nude.
After settling into the bed Mary turned off the light and snuggled under the blanket. As she relaxed preparing to go to sleep Mary began to review everything that had happened during the day. She smiled remembering the scared and excited look on poor Father Griffith’s face as she left his chemistry class. He’s going to be easy, she thought.
Mary’s mind shied away from considering her activities with Father John. Or, she corrected herself, Father John’s activities with my body. Pretending not to hear the ‘small quite voice’ in her mind, telling her that she would do anything Father John wanted in order to have another orgasm like that last one on the altar, Mary began to dwell on the remembered feelings of that last union with Father John.
A very familiar and always welcome warmth and moisture began to spread from Mary’s always ready cunt as she remembered the shame and embarrassment of being watched by the statues of Jesus and the Virgin Mary as Father John hammered away at her on the altar. Giving into the building feelings Mary rolled over onto her back and, after bending her knees and spreading her legs, slipped her hand down over her stomach and rubbed small circles around her hardening clit.
Mary decided against using the vibrator this time, wanting instead to feel the soft wet tissues of her pussy with her fingers. Although she tried to think of every other erotic situation she could think of, as her excitement built Mary’s mind returned time, after time, to the image of her being fucked on the altar in the chapel beneath the holy statues. When Mary clamped her legs closed on her hand and rolled on her side in orgasmic pleasure, the image of Jesus on the cross with a huge erection came unbidden to her mind.
“Oh God.” She moaned with a combination of intense pleasure and renewed shame and guilt. I must be a raving pervert, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, her hand still held tightly between her legs. In her sleep Mary found her self in the stone church once again. This time she was naked and tied to the altar. One wrist and one ankle were tied to each corner of the stone slab top of the altar.
The ‘real’ Mary watched from above as the ‘dream’ Mary lifted her head and surveyed her surroundings. Mary noticed that the anklet that said ‘Property of Father John’ was gone from her ankle. As she looked at her self she saw writing right above where her thigh attached to her torso. Looking closer Mary realized that she was seeing a tattoo that read “This slut belongs to Father John”.
Mary heard male voices doing Gregorian chants and strained to pick up her neck and look out the door of the church. The chanting grew louder and a line of monks filed through the door. Their cowls were pulled down, hiding their faces in deep shadows. Mary became convinced that the first monk in the line was Father John.
As the monks got closer Mary strained against her bonds trying to pull her legs together to cover her exposed cunt and to pull her arms together over her naked breasts. As she did so she glanced up at the statues of Jesus on the cross and of the Virgin Mary that loomed over her and the altar. The statues had come to life, they were pointing at her and laughing. The Virgin Mary pointed a finger at Mary and a booming female voice spoke.
“Lay still slut, you must be purified for your dirty thoughts.” When she was done speaking the Virgin Mary reached into her robe and, after pulling one of her breasts into view, looked over at Jesus on the cross. “Are you thirsty?” The booming female voice asked Jesus as the statue pinched its nipple and massaged its breast. Jesus, still on the cross, looked over at the Virgin Mary as he pulled one hand free and, with the nail still protruding through the palm, ripped off his loincloth revealing an unbelievably big erect cock.
“Not right now mom.” He said to the other statue. “I want to watch this little whore get punished for thinking dirty things about us.” The statue of the Virgin Mary pulled her breast up to her own pouty lips and flicked her tongue over the her erect nipple. “I’ll just feed myself then.” The statue retorted with obvious disappointment as she started sucking enthusiastically on her own nipple.
“You have entertained perverse and sacrileges thoughts.” Mary heard Father John’s voice booming from right beside her head. “And you have participated in blasphemous rites on the holy altar. For this you must be punished and purified.” As Mary watched the monks, who were now surrounding the altar, pulled off their robes to reveal hard cocks almost as big as the one sported by the statue of Jesus still looming over her head.
Without any further warning the monks produced multi-stranded whips and began to flog Mary. The blows rained down on her legs, stomach, breasts, and cunt. Mary screamed over and over, but the blows never let up. Then with a strange almost stomach turning change took place in the dream and Mary was writhing under the whips on the verge of cumming instead of screaming in pain.
“Yes, punish me.” She shouted to the monks. “Punish the slut. Punish me un til I cum again.” As her dream orgasm approached Mary noticed that the statue of Jesus was grinning down at her as he stroked his hard cock that seemed to have grown by several inches since the last time she had noticed it. The statue of the Virgin Mary was still sucking on her own nipple while her other hand had disappeared beneath her robe where it was obviously engaged in stroking and fingering her stone cunt.
The ‘real’ Mary, still watching the scene from above the altar, realized that her own hand was between her legs and that she was on the verge of cumming for real. Her hips rocked, rubbing her clit against her own hand as Mary moaned loudly and came with bucking hips banging the bed against the wall. The dream dissolved under the pressure of her real life orgasm and Mary laid on the bed panting and trembling.
“Ohhh girl, is something wrong?” Mary heard Ruthie ask her as she felt the blanket lifted and Ruthie’s warmth settle in next to hers in the bed. Ruthie wrapped her arms around the still trembling Mary and held her tightly.
“Ohhh girl,” Ruthie continued, “Did you have a nightmare? Or did you just do your self in the dark?” Ruthie’s hands began to rub up and down Mary’s arms causing Ruthie’s arm to rub up and down over Mary’s naked nipples.
“Come on Ruthie,” Mary said as she gently pushed Ruthie’s hands away from her. “you know I just don’t get off on girls.”
“Ohhh girl, I know that -” Ruthie said as she kissed Mary gently on the forehead “- I just thought you could use some comforting.” Ruthie put her arms around the trembling Mary and held her while both of them fell to sleep.
Mary was transported instantly back into the dream world inside the stone church. She was still tied to the altar as she had been before. The monks were still flogging her with one hand while they stroked their impossibly huge hard cocks with the other. Looking above her Mary saw that the Virgin Mary statue was now naked and fucking her self with one of the altar candles. Jesus, still on the huge crucifix, had gotten his other hand free and was busily stroking his cock, which was bigger than those of the monks, with both hands.
The hard cock sticking out from the statue of Jesus on the cross was so huge he could not even get both hands completely around it. As the flogging continued Mary felt soft feminine hands push her thighs further apart. Long, slender and very experienced fingers separated the fleshy folds of her cunt. The statue of the Virgin Mary had disappeared from over her head. Mary looked down towards her feet and saw the Virgin, now looking remarkably like Ruthie, slowly lowering her head toward Mary’s wet cunt. Mary heard the Virgin speak.
“Ohhh girl, you have such a sweet pussy.” Mary was astonished that the Virgin talked like and sounded just like Ruthie. Mary moaned as the dream tongue slithered and snaked in and around the folds of flesh between her legs. The Virgin Mary, Mary thought, must have some experience at this. As Mary quickly approached another orgasm she noticed that the Virgin was now back up on her pedestal as well as being between her legs.
“Now that’s what I call a miracle.” Mary murmured as her hips pumped her wet cunt against the mouth and tongue that were so expertly driving her to another orgasm. As the first waves moved through her Mary noticed the cocks of the monks spewing streams of cum onto her body. She looked up to see Jesus showering buckets of cum down onto her body. The statue of the Virgin Mary pumped her breasts and fountained milk onto Mary where it mixed with the cum and puddled on her stomach.
“Oh god, yes.” Mary moaned as her body was covered with slimy cum. The orgasmic waves slowly subsided and Mary, now fully awake looked around the room. Ruthie was in her bed apparently asleep. Mary found her body covered with sweat, but no cum. “Good god -” Mary murmured as she straightened out her top sheet, “- that was one hell of a realistic dream. I could have sworn that Ruthie was licking my pussy.” Settling down in her bed to go back to sleep, Mary could not see the smile that played across Ruthie’s lips.
It seemed to Mary to be only a few seconds later when the alarm went off jerking her from the beginnings of another dream. Mary sat up on the edge of her bed and looked across the room. Ruthie’s unmade bed was empty. Mary yawned and stretched with distinctly feline like motions. Mary smiled at Ruthie as she stepped out of the bathroom still working her toothbrush in her mouth.
“Ohh girl -” Mary could barely understand what Ruthie was saying around the toothbrush and mouth full of toothpaste “- that must have been some dream you had last night.” Ruthie disappeared for a second then reappeared with an empty mouth. “You kept moaning things like ‘oh yes Jesus, fuck me god’.
Did you, ah -” Mary searched for the best way to phrase the question, “- wake me up anytime during the night?”
“Ohh girl, wake you up? Girl, you kept waking me up.” Ruthie dug around in her closet looking for a clean white blouse to go with her plaid school uniform skirt. Picking up a not too badly wrinkled blouse from the pile on the closet floor Ruthie gave it a tentative sniff.
“Ohh girl, -” Ruthie continued as she shrugged her shoulders then began to slip the blouse over her arms. “- we’ve got to do some laundry tonight.” Ruthie gave Mary a knowing look, “Unless you just plan on replacing your uniforms, girl.” Mary stood up and ignored Ruthie’s admiring looks as she walked to her own closet and began to look for a clean, untorn uniform to cover her naked body.
“Ohh girl, you have got to let me show you what a woman could do for that body of yours.” Ruthie said following her roommate’s movements. “Well girl, -” Ruthie said shaking her head like she was trying to pull herself out of a pleasant dream, “I’ve got to get over to the admin building before class.” Ruthie stood up and walked across the room to the door.
“Ohh girl -” Ruthie paused at the door and turned toward Mary “- where’d you get that great looking anklet?”
“Ah -” Mary turned away from Ruthie to hide the blush she felt creeping over her face “- it was a gift.” Was all she said. After waiting to see if Mary would elaborate on that answer Ruthie shrugged her shoulders and shut the door behind her. As the door shut Mary turned and stared after Ruthie. Did she, Mary thought, or didn’t she. The old advertising line ‘only her hairdresser knows for sure’ ran through Mary’s mind causing her to smile.
THE END