The torment of sister Mary

CHAPTER FOUR

The nun had tried to twist away from his grasp. Her hysterical sobs had subsided. Now she lay quietly in his arms, gasping for breath, feeling the throbbing hurt between her thighs slowly ebb.

Jack lay down on her tits, his breath coming in pants. Sweat trickled off his forehead and chest as he smoothed his fingers along her sides.

"Good, baby, good. Fuck, guess all you nuns are cherry, right? Or you're supposed to be," he said with a laugh.

"You animal!" she whispered with hatred.

Jack pulled his head up and stared with disbelief at the young woman. Sister Mary Theresa couldn't meet his eyes. She turned her face away from the young commando, feeling as if she could die from shame. She knew what he was thinking.

"Baby, you been beggin' for this. Bet when you was prayin', you hoped God'd send you a nice, fat long cock. Well, you got it now," he said, twisting his hips from side to side.

Sister Mary Theresa gasped, her eyes widening as she felt that fat cockhead scraping along the slick sides of her pussy. The young woman shivered, moving her shoulders back and forth over the sheets while Jack slowly pulled his long prick from her cunthole.

"Uhhhhh!" she cried, arching her back and closing her eyes. How good it felt to have her pussy walls shrinking back to normal, closing behind the retreating cockhead. It was as if Jack were pulling out all her insides when he withdrew slowly.

"Good fucking?"

"Ohhhhh," Sister Mary Theresa answered, her face red with lust and shame.

"Feel it, baby, feel it," he repeated again, holding his cockhead suspended between her cuntlips. Jack rocked back and forth, reaming out her pussy. Sister Mary Theresa thought she'd go crazy with that wild sensation. Her pulsing muscles milked at the fat spongy cock, cramping, grabbing at it, trying to pull the full length back in.

Jack shuddered, then flexed his thigh muscles and shoved down hard and fast.

The young nun felt the rushing of his cock nit tore through her tight cunt. Before she knew it, he was hammering at her cilt. This time the commando didn't stop. He kept going, slamming down harder and faster. His weight shook her as he hunched his way into her body over and over. She was grunting like a stuck pig, stretched wide open by the working of his strokes. His cock seemed to swell wider and wider, stretching her open until she felt as if she were going to split apart.

"Gonna cut loose, baby, gonna make it," Jack groaned.

"Ohhhh, yeas, yeas!" she hissed between her teeth.

"Man, makin' it with a fuckin' nun. Wonder if all the girls are like you," Jack said, his words cut off in a strangled cry as he neared orgasm.

Sister Mary Theresa moaned as a flash of sexual fire raced through her body. She felt her legs swing up and scissor around the man's back. Her arms slid around his neck, trying to pull him harder again her. Her ass was grinding up to meet him as the bed bounced and scraped across the wood floor.

"Gettin' it, baby? Gettin' ready for your first big come?" Jack said, going crazy with the idea he was fucking a nun. "Shoot off, baby, shoot!" he cried as he worked his hips.

Sister Mary Theresa could feel what he meant. Somewhere inside her body an explosion was building up. She was grunting with each hammering downward thrust slamming into her body. Her tits flopped around while her flesh glistened with more sweat. Her hair clung damply to her cheeks and forehead while her legs slid up and down his hunching lower back. The bed squeaked and groaned with the regular fucking thrusts.

"Oh no, nooooo!"

Her body tightened up into pre-orgasmic tenseness. Her cunt muscles were already clenching around, his pistoning cock. Sister Mary Theresa was getting ready for her first big come.

"Come!" Jack cried out, his face looking as if someone had stabbed him in the back. His face was red and pinched, his eyes shut tightly while his mouth was more like a large scar.

"God!" she shouted back. Sister Mary Theresa felt the commando's cock throbbing inside her. Her pussywalls tightened around it. As his trembling prick started to shake more violently, she felt her cunt vibrating back. She felt hot spurts of something creamy scald her cuntwalls. It burned into her, making her lose what little control she had. The world seemed to explode around her, crashing down into her pussy while brilliant white and yellow lights popped in front of her eyes. She was coming, coming far more ferociously than she had that fateful night in the bathroom.

"Come!" the young woman screamed, her cuntwalls spasming as her pussy clutched the young man's hammering cock. The squirming, shooting hunk of meat deep inside her was filling up her pussy with hot jizz. Already some of the sticky milky substance had oozed from her slit, trickling down her ass crack toward her shitter.

"Fuck, make it, bitch!" Jack shouted, burying his face in the nape of her neck.

The young nun couldn't talk. She wanted to scream out all sorts of obscenities. Her orgasm was so powerful, it was nearly painful. She raked his back with her fingernails, beating his hips with her heels. How good this was! It was far better than those mystical experiences she'd read about, the saints' descriptions of ecstasy when they saw God. There was the same loss of reality, the same sensation of floating on air, the same losing of sanity. But how much more exciting coming was?

Jack left her alone in that room for several minutes after sliding off her body, wiping up and dressing. He called her all sorts of names, even threatening to spit on her at times.

Still the young nun lay quietly, her head turned away from the dressing commando. She didn't care what he called her. Nothing could equal what she was calling herself. Now that the throbbing delight had passed from her cunt, Sister Mary Theresa was at sea with her guilt. She had had a man, had encouraged a man to foul her. Now she lay naked, spread out in front of the cross, a shameless harlot before God! If there were a hole in the wall, she could have crawled into it. Surely there could be few creatures on this planet more miserable, the young nun thought. Covering her eyes with the back of one hand, Sister Mary Theresa sobbed quietly, the tears rolling freely down her cheeks.

An hour, maybe two passed before anyone entered the room again.

"We've got the others around," Jack said. Rico was behind him, rubbing the barrel of his gun against his unshaven cheeks. "Ain't nobody leavin' here 'til it's safe for us."

Sister Mary Theresa felt shamed before these men. Stretching one arm to the side she picked up her discarded garment and covered her tits and cunt modestly. She was shivering, her teeth chattering both from fear and cold. What were they waiting for? Park? Mother chance at murder? Surely they planned their place of refuge carefully. No police would come and swarm over the convent looking for political assassins. They wouldn't unless they received a phone call. An idea struck the young nun. Perhaps the commandos hadn't cut the lines. Possibly they had friends throughout the city and needed communication to them. She hadn't heard the phone ring. But the nuns received few calls when the school was doped for holiday. If only she could get to a phone!

"Get dressed. I've had my fun with you. You can wait with the others," Jack said, shoving the point of his rifle under her dress and flipping it over into her face.

Rico laughed, scratching his groin. He wanted the young woman sitting half-naked in front of him. But Jack wielded supreme authority in a group where obedience was paramount.

The men remained in the room, watching the embarrassed nun slide from the bed and step back into the torn garments. She held the veil languidly in one hand, afraid the sky would open if she were to place it back on her head. She wasn't worthy to wear this. Years of penance would have to be performed before she could once more look with awe at the altar.

They marched down the long corridor, Sister Mary Theresa's eyes dropped modestly to the floor. Even now she was conscious of Jack's body. She could still feel his arms wrapped tightly around her, his knees digging hard against her ass as he wormed his cock into her cunt. Try as hard as she could, the nun couldn't drive those thoughts from her mind. The sensations stayed with her, the sensations of fucking, of having her cunt licked and sucked!

Once they passed a small room where Sister Mary Theresa caught sight of Mother Superior and several other nuns, Sister Mary Dominic wasn't among them. She saw the older nun look inquiringly at bet, starting to stand up. There were orders barked, and the religious leader sighed and returned to her seat, her lips moving silently in prayer.

"Wait here," Jack said, ducking into one room where another group of nuns sat. Rico stood behind her, his breath growing shallow and uneven. She could sense his mounting excitement. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her body twisting under his. The thought made her mind spin around confusedly. What was happening to her? She was a bride of Christ, and here she was acting like some street whore!

"Hey, stop it!"

At was Joe shouting in the room where Mother Superior sat. Rico stiffened, wheeled around and ran back down the corridor to where the shouts came from. For a few seconds Sister Mary Theresa remained unguarded. Mother Superior's office was only three doors down. Mustering what courage she could find, the nun dashed down the hall, reaching the door and twisting open the handle.

"God," she whispered tensely, darting into the darkened office. She stumbled over a large wing chair, her hands outstretched as she ran for the desk. If only she could get the operator in time, give her the name and address of the convent and beg for help!

Sister Mary Theresa pulled the receiver off the phone, sending the instrument sliding across the polished desk top and onto the floor. It jangled angrily, landing on its side.

"Hello, hello?" she whispered, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Her eyes darted toward the opened door. Jack had returned and found her missing. She could hear his angry shouts for Rico as he ran down the hall.

"Oh, God, isn't someone there?" she almost shouted. There was a whirring, buzzing sound on the line. Perhaps she'd broken the phone in her haste to call for help. A large bulk in the doorway told her the game was up. The young nun stood there, the phone pressed to her ear as Jack marched into the room.

"Thought you'd pull something funny, eh?" he snarled, tearing the receiver from her hand and smashing it against the side of the desk. Pieces of plastic showered over her body as brightly colored wires tumbled from the instrument. "Don't think you'll be usin' this any more."

Sister Mary Theresa felt her heart sinking. She wanted to faint dead away. What would Jack and his friends do to her now?

"The slut needs a lesson," he said, pulling his revolver out and holding the cold barrel to her head.

Sister Mary Theresa screamed, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. There'd be a loud sound, then nothing. She was sure there'd be no pain. But where would her soul go? Surely to hell considering what she'd done earlier with this foul man.

"Take her down to the chapel," he said.

They moved quickly through the building. When they entered the main sanctuary, Jack flipped on the overhead lights. The narrow room was quiet, filled with the heavy perfume of burned wax and incense. Mass hadn't been celebrated in here for nearly two days and still the pungent odor remained.

Jack ordered her tied to the altar with her back flush against the smooth wood surface. Rico did as he was told, finding rope where the priest's robes were kept.

Jack moved up to her as his friend was finishing up several figure eights on her ankles. He threw back her habit, exposing her lush body.

What is he going to do to me, fuck me again? the nun wondered to herself. Oh, she'd be surely lost if that were to happen. Already her clit was stiffening, the juices were flowing in her pussy, slicking down the folds and hollows. There was no controlling her hot little cunt! It seemed to have a life and will of its own.

Rico grunted with satisfaction, backing away and admiring his handiwork. Sister Mary Theresa shut her eyes and tried to shrink away from his probing stare.

"I think, she's a little ashamed of herself. 'Course, that's what they're told. Body's not good, right honey? But you sure enjoyed yourself a little while ago," Jack said, snorting with derision. "She good and tied?" he asked, his eyes still focused on her wet pussy.

"Yeah, ain't no way she's gonna get loose," Rico said. He reached down and scratched his bulging crotch. He waited silently, waiting for Jack to give him the go ahead to fuck the young nun.

"Get the fuck outta here then," he murmured, a tight smile snaking across his lips. "We've got a lot to talk about in private."

Rico's face fell. Narrowing his eyes, he mumbled something, turning around and stalking out of the vaulted room.

Sister Mary Theresa whimpered, twisting against the ropes holding her tightly to the altar. She'd never been held like this. Being defiled in this house of God was too cruel even for someone like Jack to enjoy. Surely he knew how she'd behave. Would he purposely let her shame herself in front of the Lord, sending her soul straight to hell? Fear for the fate of her soul crept across her mind as Jack approached the altar. Surely in hell, the deepest, most vile pit was being saved for her.

Rico had tied her so her arms were stretched out while her legs were spread wide. As the door to the sacristy closed behind Rico, Jack tugged at the habit, bunching it under her ass. He chuckled to himself, his face looking like that of an amused child as the fold of her heavy black dress jerked free of her clenched butt. The smell of her growing arousal and his sweat filled the immediate tight space around them, that odor more powerful than that of the burning candles. Sister Mary Theresa gasped, feeling faint from all the smells and excitement. The odor from her juicing cunt grew stronger as Jack knelt and lightly stroked her pussy.

"You've got a nice slit," he said, watching as her cuntlips trembled at the light touch.

Oh, touch it, stick your finger in, Sister Mary Theresa thought, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip.

"Too bad if somethin' happened that hurt you down there," Jack said evenly, still stroking her pussy with his fingers.

The words snapped the nun back to reality. Hurt her? What was he planning to do?

The young nun raised her head and peered down. Jack was reaching over to the side where five rows of votive candles sat burning in their little red cups. He removed one, holding the short candle so the nun could see it clearly.

"This can do a lot of damage," he said, passing the red flame under her eyes.

Sister Mary Theresa flinched, snapping her head back as the flame moved back and forth in front of her face.

Then Jack knelt again, bringing the fire between her spread legs. Heat stabbed her cunt while some of the dripping wax splashed onto her thighs. Her slit felt as if it had recoiled while her cunt muscles tightened. Jack was drawing the burning candle closer and closer toward her pussy.

"No, don't, don't!" she begged in a tight, whimpering voice. This was surely a punishment from heaven. God was guiding Jack's hand. He was going to destroy the instrument of her body that would destroy her soul if left untouched!

Jack was too aroused to stop now. He passed the candle repeatedly between her thighs while his cock filled with blood and strained against his trousers. His nuts ached with arousal while the smell of her singed pussy hairs wafted up to his nose.

"No, stop! Stop!"

Her body thrashed wildly as the flame neared her flesh. Surely the end was near. In a burst of flame her pussy would explode and, fainting from pain, her ordeal would be over.