The torment of sister Mary

CHAPTER TEN

"There's a phone working in the office just below Mother Superior's," Sister Mary Dominic whispered as the men gathered at the other end of the room. Sister Mary Theresa's eyes widened. There was hope, hope she could alert the outside world to the coming terror. "I know it's working. I heard one of them talking to someone just a few minutes after they brought you here."

The young nun blushed as she stared at her flaked fellow nun. Yes, it was embarrassing. Sister Mary Theresa remembered the shocked expression of Mother Superior and the others when Rick and Joe pushed her into this reception room area, then told the captive gathering what they'd done to her. Some of the nuns wailed, others prayed in silence while Mother Superior's face seemed to turn gray with the confession.

But there was no time for pride. They had to warn the Spanish diplomat that his life was in danger. What group had tired Jack and his terrorist band was unimportant now. The police could find that out easily enough. Right now, she or someone else here had to notify the authorities.

"You, on the floor," Jack said, pointing a finger at Sister Mary Theresa.

His voice rang out like a shot in the room, making the women all jump and gasp.

"And you too," he growled, pointing to the petite nun Sister Mary Theresa had been whispering to.

"Me?" Sister Mary Dominic gasped, her eyes widening. The youngest of all the nuns sat in horror. She'd always been the pride of the convent, modest, quiet, shy to the point of complete reticence. Now someone was singling her out for something terrible.

"Yeah, you," Jack said, walking over to her. The nuns gasped again when he yanked the young girl from the chair and pulled her toward Sister Mary Theresa. "Now strip?"

She looked incredulously at him.

"No," she whispered, unable to comprehend what he'd just said.

Smiling, Jack turned around, then raised a hand high in the air. For a moment Sister Mary Theresa thought he was going to strike her friend. But the blow was meant for her.

"Unnghh!"

The naked nun cried out, staggering back then falling to the floor. Jack shrugged off his M-16, holding it by the barrel and driving the tip of it into her pussy. Everyone screamed, then held their breaths as he started fucking the trembling nun with his rifle.

"You want me to clean her out with this?" he asked, his eyes riveted to Sister Mary Theresa, even though his question was directed elsewhere. The nuns watched in horror as his finger flirted with the trigger.

"No!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, covering her mouth with her fingers. She was turning white, trembling with shame and terror as she contemplated what was surely to happen next.

"Then strip!" he growled, shoving at least three inches of the cold metal barrel in the nun beneath him.

Slowly, reluctantly, the tiny nun did as she was told. In a few moments she'd stepped from her black panties, standing knock-kneed, naked in front of the gaping crowd. She hunched her shoulders forward, covering her tits and pussy with her hand and arms. Her face turned a brighter and brighter red while her flesh broke out into goose pimples. She was shamed, shamed beyond simple mortification.

Jack finally took his eyes off Sister Mary Theresa and looked approvingly at the naked nun standing some five feet from him.

"Nice, nice. Not as good as that slut there, but nice," he crooned, admiring the petite woman's boyish figure.

"Leave her alone!" Mother Superior snapped, about to stand up.

"Sit back down, you old crow," he growled. "Sit down or I'll tear your clothes off and stick this gun up your fuckin' old cunt."

The words had their effect.

"Now, get down on the floor and suck her cunt," Jack said more mildly, turning back toward the young nun.

"Oh!"

"Down!" he barked, putting both hands on her shoulders and shoving down.

"Sister, listen. Whatever happens, you've got to get out of here, go for the phone, warn the police," Sister Mary Theresa whispered as the trembling woman sank to her knees.

"What are you going to do to them?" the older woman asked in a trembling voice. She was holding tightly onto the beaded rosary, her fingers moving over the stones.

"Just wait. I'll give you one hell of a show. Hey, lick her pussy!"

The words sounded like a gunshot in the tiny room. The seated nuns gasped, their eyes round with disbelief at the foul language and the order it expressed. Mother Superior crossed herself swiftly, holding tightly onto the row of beads while Sister Mary Dominic knelt in front of the reclining Sister Mary Theresa. She was terrified. Looking up at the big man, she could see his bulging crotch, his thick-muscled arms, his finger flicking playfully around the trigger of his M-16 rifle.

"Suck her cunt, baby, suck it good. You won't have no problems. This one turns onto water," Joe said with a sharp laugh.

"I… can't," Sister Mary Dominic stammered, turning her face away and hiding it in her hands.

"Sure you can," Jack said, slinging his rifle behind his butt and holding her tightly by the shoulders.

"Don't fight them," Sister Mary Theresa counseled, raising herself up from the floor and stretching out one arm protectively toward the young nun. The girl trembled, her eyes glazing over while her flesh puckered up into goose pimples.

"Go on, suck on her clit," Jack said, reaching over and wrapping his fingers in the nun's blonde hair. He gave it several yanks, drawing from her, a series of sharp screams punctuated by the other nuns odes. Mother Superior raised her eyes to the ceiling, her fingers moving noiselessly over the beads.

Reluctantly the nun lowered her head, then stopped.

"I can't, I can't!" she cried, covering her face with both hands once more and turning away. Jack muttered something obscene, then hit her hard across one side of her head. The young nun screamed, her body jerking to the side. She shot out one hand, catching herself from falling to her side. Jack struck her again, sending her hair splashing across one side of her face. A third blow knocked her to the floor, her arms spread out in front of her.

"Stop it!" Sister Mary Theresa cried, moving up to Sister Mary Dominic's spread legs. She pushed her hair back behind her ears and stared at the curly blonde pussy hairs. Under the thick growth of tangled hairs, she could see the red gash of Sister Mary Dominic's pussylips. How strange it was to be in this position, crouched like an animal over another nun. She also stopped, unable to go any farther, for the moment. Sister Mary Theresa saw Jack moving behind her and knew the same treatment waited for her if she failed to follow his command.

"You suck Pollyanna then," Jack said, pushing the nun's head forward.

Sister Mary Theresa moved her head a little lower, her breath moving many of the cunt curls. The hair was so soft and curly. Sister Mary Theresa flicked out her tongue, sucked in a deep breath and held it as she licked up the slit between the nun's pussylips.

"Uggghhhh!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, her fingers curling and her nails scratching her naked thighs. The young nun's eyes closed, her upper teeth biting hard into her lip. Sister Mary Theresa repeated the licking action. Soon a glistening oil was bubbling out from the nun's slit, wetting down her inner thighs. Jack laughed derisively.

"They're all alike. So fuckin' holy! Then they bend over soon as you snap your fingers."

"Our father…" Mother Superior whispered, watching with horror as the two nuns began to warm to their task.

"Ohhhhh!" Sister Mary Dominic cried. The moan marked the end of her reluctance. She wrapped her arms around the other woman. Sister Mary Theresa groaned back, scooting around on the floor until the two of them were lying side by side naked.

The other nuns turned their heads away or watched in disbelief as the cunt-licking scene proceeded. Sister Mary Theresa felt the world fade around her as her friend began to massage her sore pussy. Looking up, she saw the young woman's little virgin cunt poised over her. Her mind whirled around and around. Never had she harbored any thoughts about going to bed with another woman. Always her erotic dreams had been about men.

But now driven half-crazy with torture and fucking, the young nun was ready to take on anything, even in front of this wailing group.

Slowly Sister Mary Dominic's curly-haired pussy lowered almost to within licking distance. Just as the dark slit parted, Sister Mary Theresa felt a tongue ease into her pussy. It slipped carefully in, working past her tense, eager cuntlips. The other nun blew hot breath through her pussy hairs while she licked the bud of her clit.

"Ohhhh!" Sister Mary Theresa cried as she felt the other nun fit her mouth tightly onto her drooling cunt and start to suck.