Schoolgirl Tortured By Nuns
by Paul Gable
(LB-1205)


FOREWORD 

Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to obtain their 
goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain 
countless examples. 

Kathy Harrington, the young schoolgirl in this book, is the victim of 
immoral people. She finds herself swept into a web of depravity and 
perversion she could only have dreamed existed. After being forced to suffer 
one humilation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient 
animal, catering to the depraved whims of her captors. 

SCHOOLGIRL TORTURED BY NUNS-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning 
the sordid truth about human nature. A story revealing another side of our 
complex society. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Kathy Harrington felt a shudder ripple through her tight virgin pussy as she 
stood alone in the Mother Superior's office. Pulling her black woolen dress 
down modestly around her knees, she tried to push the hot memories from her 
mind. 

Fucking was wrong. Her mother had told her that. The nuns had told her that. 
But still there were all those feelings inside her, sensations that licked 
like hot tongues of fire up her inner thighs and made her cunt so very hot 
and so very wet! Licking her dry lips, the teenaged blonde sighed heavily, 
aware even now of those tingly sensations that made her cunt swell open. It 
was so wrong to feel things like these in Mother's office. 

She had been summoned there because of her sexual feelings. She knew it. How 
could she continue to feel these sensations that made her hard pink nipples 
itch so teasingly against her white uniform shirt? How could she-in this the 
most holy of places? Her mother would surely have had a heart attack of she 
knew what her daughter was feeling half the time. But Bobby Greenborough was 
so ... oh, so sexy when he took her out to the movies ... the few times she 
was able to go out with anybody. How he knew how to touch her down there, 
make her moan and shiver all over until people were turning around and 
wondering what on earth was going on. And when he put his finger in ... 
Kathy shivered now, rubbing her pert litlte ass over the wooden chair. A 
fire was starting up around her clit now, making that pink little nub stiff. 
Kathy curled her slender fingers, gripping the edges of the seat and staring 
straight ahead. 

Sitting there in the severely decorated office, keeping her eyes away from a 
staring portrait of a suffering Jesus, the young teenager kept remembering 
the touch of that young stud against her inner thighs, the feeling of his 
finger squirming and squiggling down her pussy like some sort of snake until 
it touched her cherry. That was when Kathy drew the line, pushing him away 
with one hand while gasping for air. She came in the theater seat, bouncing 
against the squeaking back while her knees shivered against one another. 
"Mother!" 

The door squeaked open, admitting a dull yellowish shaft of light into the 
dimly lit office. Immediately a tall thick-boned woman walked into the room, 
her face a mask of severity in the tight wimple. Kathy swallowed hard, 
looking just over the woman's shoulder as her long black skirts swirled 
around her feet. This wasn't going to be easy. Her mother had enrolled her 
here at St. Mary's particularly because of its fine scholastic record. But 
discipline was also a part of the school's reputation. 

"Sit down, Kathy." The old nun's voice cracked. 

Kathy did as she was told, putting her hands modestly in her lap and feeling 
the hot electric feelings ebbing from her young pussy. Mother Katherine 
stared at her long and hard, moving behind her desk and settling herself 
down with a soft sigh. Her black robes seemed to flow around her for a 
moment before they too settled. The old nun folded her wrinkled fingers 
together and stared once more at the trembling girl. 

"Our Lord Jesus Christ died for our sins, among them one of the most 
terrible, fornication." 

The old woman's gray eyes dulled at the word while her thin lips tightened 
after pronouncing the word. It was as if she had just tasted the most foul 
food in the world. 

"Fornication," she repeated, pointing an accusing finger at Kathy. "It, 
along with pride, can lead the most religious, the most well-intentioned 
saint into perdition. You, Kathy, have committed that sin. Your mother knows 
it, and I know it." 

Kathy's face reddened. A little heavy petting didn't qualify as fornication! 

"But nothing happened, Mother," the girl began. "We were just sitting in the 
show and...." 

Mother Superior put one hand up to silence her, her face a mask of terrible 
severity and condemnation. The cord of the windowshades behind her shadowed 
on the wall, reminding Kathy of a noose. 

"You perhaps hadn't completed the ... act," the old nun answered, her mouth 
twisted into a cynical smile. "But you would have, had the opportunity 
presented itself. I want to hear nothing more about this. You have sinned, 
and must pay for it. Your mother, a good Catholic, has left your repentance 
to me." 

The old nun kept her dulled eyes fixed on Kathy while she picked up several 
papers to her right. Squirming in her chair helplessly, Kathy couldn't keep 
from looking back at the terrible old woman. 

"There's another school, similar to this one, but run for girls like you who 
are ... uh, on the path to perdition. It's to this school I am sending you. 
Your mother has already brought your things." 

"But ... you mean, f'm going to leave her for ... reform school?" 

Mother Superior's smile broadened a bit. Her lips lowered as she shook her 
head. 

"No, not at all. There's nothing like that at Saint Timothy's. It's a fine 
school. You'll be able to continue your studies, but the nuns and fathers 
there will keep an eye on your more than we can here." 

"For how long?" 

Mother spread her hands apart, again shaking her head. "That, my dear, 
depends upon you. However, the average stay is for one month." 

One month! One month away from her friends, her family, her own room, and 
Bobby with his magic fingers! Meekly she submitted. 

"Good, I didn't think we would have trouble with you once you understood. 
This is a good beginning. I've phoned ahead, letting the nuns there know 
you'll be coming. Good luck, Kathy. This is for your own good." 

Mother then lifted her right hand in a blessing, letting the girl know the 
terrible interview was over. 

"And may God be with you. Amen." 

"Amen," Kathy muttered, making the sign of the cross and lowering her eyes 
demurely. 

"You will leave immediately. The car is already here, my dear, to take you 
to Saint Timothy's. Perhaps, with the proper instruction, you will return a 
good Catholic. Go with God." 

The time had come, Kathy knew, for her to leave. She rose, gathering her 
courage and marched from the door. A slender, severe-looking nun stood with 
hands folded at the front door. Kathy wondered who on earth had told Mother 
about what she and Bobby had been doing. She walked behind the silent nun, 
not daring to look back. 

Stepping into an old black Chevrolet, Kathy said nothing, sitting as if she 
were being driven to her death sentence. The drive to Saint Timothy's was a 
short one. Just before arriving Kathy caught sight of the old gray building 
with turrets on all four corners that reminded her of a medieval castle. 
Rumor had it the founders of this "school" had taken an old English abbey 
and shipped it brick by brick across the Atlantic to rebuild the edifice 
here. 

"You will follow me," the taciturn nun said, opening the door and indicating 
with a sharp gesture that Kathy was to carry her luggage now. "This isn't a 
hotel, young lady. You'll learn to obey quickly or...." She stopped short, 
pursing her lips and gazing ahead as if she had said too much. 

Kathy noted her hesitation but filed it away as she climbed the steep stone 
steps to the double wooden front doors. The scene depressed her. The heavy 
gray stone walls seemed to exude a cold pressure against her body and mind. 

Stepping inside, Kathy saw no reason to rejoice. She walked quietly behind 
the tall nun. The polished floors barely shone in the pervasive gloom. 

"You'll put your bags here," she indicated with a nod. 

Kathy dropped her luggage in a doorway, then continued following the woman 
down the long corridor. 

"Follow me more quickly, Kathy. Your name is Kathy, am I correct?" 

"Yes, Sister." 

She followed hurriedly where she was meant to go. They walked somewhat 
farther before stopping in front of a large wooden door. Small gargoyles and 
other nondescript figures seemed to leer at her from the ornately carved 
door. Sister Baptriste told Kathy her name, then she pulled a large gray 
iron ring of keys from her side, taking out one and inserting it quickly 
into the lock. 

"Inside, Kathy." 

Kathy walked into the large, airy room. She stopped immediately, barely 
noticing the firm, solid sound of the oak door closing behind her. There 
were widely spaced wooden posts rising from the floor to the ceiling. 
Aghast, Kathy saw a naked girl tightly bound to one. The girl accorded the 
two of them only a quick glance, then redirected her gaze to where another 
sobbing young brunette was embracing another naked young girl who was also 
bound to one of the pillars. 

"What's going on?" 

"Forward!" 

The voice was sharp, demanding. When Kathy refused, Sister Baptriste raised 
her right hand, bringing it down sharply against the left side of her face. 
"Uhhhhh!" 

The slap was nearly a punch. The force of it knocked the girl to the ground. 
Kathy collapsed in a crumpled heap, the stinging heat of the nun's blow 
making her eyes blur with tears. 

"Sisters, help me with this one. She'll need much attention before we tame 
her." 

From the gloom, three women in various states of undress came and pulled the 
half-conscious Kathy toward one of the unoccupied pillars. Someone was 
unbuttoning her blouse while another unzipped her skirt, tugging it beyond 
her knees and sandals. She managed to fight through the fog of 
unconsciousness when someone started pulling down her panties. 

"No!" Kathy grabbed at her blue panties, trying to hitch them back up to her 
thighs. But Sister Baptriste slapped her again while another young nun 
deftly skinned the thin nylon panties past her boyish hips and down to her 
feet. In a moment she had been stripped, her lithe naked body gleaming white 
under the overhead electric bulbs. Kathy felt the cold concrete against her 
naked ass and knew she was completely nude. 

"Up!" 

Someone gathered her from the floor when it was apparent she couldn't yet 
stand. Kathy caught fleeting glimpse of half-naked women, understanding 
through the limited conversation they were nuns. 

Someone shoved her hard against her pillar, her chin stroking the hard wood 
and knocking more dizzying whorls through her head. She gripped the wood, 
feeling her fingernails slipping down helplessly against the pillar. 

"Turn her around." 

Another order barked loudly from Sister Baptriste. 

More hands spun the girl, pressing her spine and ass against the vertical 
beam. A leather strap of approximately four inches in width encircled her 
waist, cinched so tightly Kathy thought she would vomit her lunch. The 
sobbing girl nearby was eyeing her warily and trying to offer her a 
consoling smile. 

"We don't allow you to communicate with any of the girls for the first few 
days. It's the only way to stress to you total obedience is expected at all 
times!" Sister Baptriste shouted after having backhanded Kathy across the 
chin. 

"Please, please, lemme go. This is insane, this is ... horrible!" 

"To you, perhaps. But the end product will be a civilized woman, not a ... 
common slut," Sister Baptriste spat out. 

"I'm not a slut," Kathy sobbed. 

But ho one was paying her any attention. They were helping Sister Baptriste 
bind her to the pillar, drawing cords under Kathy's armpits, up over her 
shoulders, then behind her and tying them tightly in a double figure-eight. 
The rough hemp line left wide red marks against her white flesh. Letting out 
a groan, Kathy tried pushing her shoulders back to ease the pulling pain. 

"No, no, no!" 

Kathy's mind whirled at what was happening to her. No one, not even her 
strict mother, had ever put her through so much humiliation! The girl could 
hardly move at this point, the bonds becoming stronger and stronger. Another 
tug at the horrid cutting cords. Her shoulders were wrenched back so the 
cords bit deep. How they burned with such awful intensity each time she 
tried inhaling a deep breath. Again Kathy stole a look at the sobbing 
brunette. She, too, was tied well. 

"Stop this! Please! No one's ever done this to me," Kathy sobbed, blinking 
away the burning tears. 

Sister Baptriste laughed harshly, reaching up and grabbing a handful of 
Kathy's golden hair. Wrenching it cruelly, the old woman shoved her face 
against the girl's. Kathy pulled her head back as much as she could, 
terrified of the woman. 

"You've been spoiled," she said, her smile turning into a terrible sneer. 
"Most of the girls here have suffered from the same kind of overindulgent 
parenting you have. This will calm you." 

"No, no!" 

More and more, the terrified blonde teenager was realizing she and the 
others were imprisoned here in some kind of hellish house of torture. Under 
the guise of a private reform school, these nuns were torturing girls at 
will! 

"Stop!" Kathy felt someone fondling her tits. 

Sister Baptriste was moving her bony fingers around her nipples, rubbing 
them until the pink tips were getting hard and itchy. Instinctively, Kathy 
raised her hands to protect her tits. A woman, and especially a nun, a bride 
of Christ, touching her there! And in that way! 

"Obedience!" Sister Baptriste snapped. 

Two of the other nuns caught Kathy's wrists and pulled them back behind the 
post. There was more cord, more half-inch line wrapped around and around, 
securing her hands so she couldn't protect herself any longer. Kathy dropped 
her head, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. How those ropes hurt 
her. But even more, how the nuns frightened her! Sister Baptriste was still 
in her dress and wimple. But the others-nuns-were undressed, their tits and 
cunts fully visible. "Oh, oh, oh!" 

"Now then, to finish the job. Sister Mary, Sister Katherine, bind her feet. 
We must make sure she's unable to move before Mother comes here." 

Kathy watched helplessly as the nuns corded her ankles with more rope, 
wrapping the line around and around and finally securing it with a double 
slipknot. Kathy again tried moving and found she could only move her head. 
She wondered miserably if her neck would be bound in some terrible way too, 
robbing her of even that small movement. But when Sister Baptriste gave a 
silent signal for the other two nuns to stop, Kathy breathed a sigh of 
relief. At least this part of her ordeal was over. The three nuns left the 
room, leaving the three girls alone for the moment. 

They examined each other quietly. Kathy saw the first girl who had been 
sobbing earlier smiling at her-something the blonde found a little strange 
and indecent, considering the terrible circumstance they were all in. 

"Hurts, doesn't it?" the girl asked. 

"It's terrible. And it's getting worse. The longer they've left me, the more 
it hurts. And, besides," Kathy added, looking around the room and noticing 
some vaguely threatening devices hanging from knobs nearby, "why have they 
done this to us? What kind of place is this?" 

"I've been here two weeks. I think that's why Sister Baptriste kept me 
around-to talk to you and her," the brunette began, nodding toward the 
redhead slumped and humiliated in her bond. "I'm Eve. We're all kinda 
sentenced. They don't tolerate anything here at all. Miss Personality, who 
just knocked you around, she's the worst. But the others aren't much better. 
They know what's going on in our minds. Christ, it's like they can guess 
what we're thinking. And they whip and beat us and do all sorts of things." 

"Whipped?" Kathy's mouth dropped open. She looked at the other girl, who 
appeared just as shocked at the news as she was. 

"And ... other things. These aren't regular nuns. I wonder if the Church 
even knows what the hell they're doing around here," Eve said. She eyed the 
still-closed door warily. "I'd better keep my mouth shut. You'll find out 
soon enough what goes on in here." 

Kathy heard footsteps coming closer to the door. The expression on Eve's 
face was enough to keep her silent. The door opened quickly, and Kathy saw 
Sister Baptriste enter first, followed by an older, attractive woman. She 
wore only a pair of black patent leather spike heels, a small black leather 
pair of briefs snugged up tightly against her thighs and two brass tit cups 
fitting around her nipples. Her long black hair fell loosely around her 
narrow shoulders. Everything about her-her black eyes, the slightly tanned 
flesh, the fullness of her tits and thighs spoke of sensuality. Kathy saw 
the strikingly beautiful woman look at her, then turn to Sister Baptriste 
and say something barely audible. 

"Kathy. You will be first. I want you to meet Mother Superior." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Kathy could hardly get over her initial shock. Eve seemed to visibly 
straighten against the post, a feat the girl considered great considering 
the number of ropes binding her to the pillar. Mother Superior, Kathy saw, 
kept staring at her, those cold eyes boring into her like laser beams. She 
turned to Sister Baptriste. 

"This is the new girl? The one who was caught fucking in the theater?" 

To hear that word coming from the mouth of a nun sent shock waves through 
Kathy. And then to realize she was being accused of a crime she didn't even 
commit added to her dismay. 

"I told the sister I didn't do anything!" Kathy cried , her face reddening. 
"We were just kissing." 

"I'm not interested in your story," the older nun said, holding one hand up. 
"You've been brought here because others have thought you are incorrigible. 
It's our job to make certain you change. Release her. She's to be brought to 
the second chamber." 

With that, Mother Superior left, her spike heels clicking against the tiled 
floor. 

"You're very lucky," Sister Baptriste said, slowly unbinding Kathy. "Not 
many girls get to be interviewed by Mother the first day. Eve over there had 
to be left tied to the pillar for nearly three days. It was very painful, 
I'm afraid. And still she must be brought in for ... further training." 

"Further training? You old witch, you'll never break me!" Eve spat out, her 
eyes wild with defiance. 

"In time you'll learn, dear. But now you'll learn to remain quiet. Perhaps 
three days more trussed like this will teach you." 

"No!" Eve cried out in horror at the sentence, thrashing in protest. 

Kathy felt pity for the helpless girl as she felt the line loosening 
comfortably around her shoulders, wrists and ankles. Soon the hemp was 
trussed around her feet. Sister Baptriste was taking her by the hand and 
leading her toward the door. Instinctively, Kathy stooped to gather her 
clothes. A sharp tug told her this was not to be so. 

"You'll leave them here, as you'll leave the rest of your life. You may pick 
them up later." 

Shamed by her nudity, Kathy followed the nun down the corridor, her cheeks 
still stinging from the blows she had received earlier. She shivered as they 
turned down several halls, each one more narrow than the first. There were 
moments when she thought of bolting from Sister Baptriste. But she was 
naked. Where could she run in this condition? 

"In here. Mother will be in shortly." 

Sister Baptriste shoved her into another room, this one dark and very, very 
cold. The iron door clanged shut. Standing for a while naked in the doorway, 
her knees knocking against one another, Kathy finally moved to one corner 
and huddled in a ball. It was so cold and damp. Her teeth began to chatter. 
How long had she been in here? It seemed like hours. 

Footsteps again! Kathy tensed, pressing her back against the slimy 
flagstones, her toes curling against the stone floor. As the door opened, 
she caught sight of Mother Superior again, still dressed in that obscene 
leather outfit. She paused in the doorway for a moment, then shut it with a 
loud bang that made the girl jump. 

"Mother...." 

"In here, I don't expect to be called by my public name," the nun said, 
pushing back her mane of black hair and tilting her chin up slightly. "You 
may call me Celine. It's a name I thought of while putting together this 
program of discipline. It rather fits my role, don't you think?" 

Kathy found herself fascinated by the way Celine dressed. Her long thighs 
were lovely, enhanced by those leather briefs. For a moment the girl thought 
she could see the flesh tightening around where her cunt was, as if she were 
growing excited by the girl's nudity. 

"I don't know what to think!" 

"Good!" Celine said, her face brightening for a moment. "Another good start. 
You might prove to be a prize pupil and teach someone like Eve how to act. 
Now, we begin your first lesson. Over there-by the wall. Lie on the bench." 

Kathy knew it was impossible to argue here. Keeping her head lowered, she 
walked to the four-foot wooden bench. There were three sets of half-inch 
brown leather straps bolted to the frame of the bench, now laying unused on 
the floor. There were scratches and nicks of all sorts on the surface. 

"That's it. I want you to he with your head away from the wall. Raise your 
legs in a spread-eagle position. For a girl of your disposition, that should 
be easy enough to do." 

Again Kathy wanted to proclaim her innocence. But doing so, she knew, would 
only bring another slap. Submitting mutely, she lay down, her head dangling 
over one end of the bench while she straightened her legs and raised them in 
a broad V. It was at this point she realized there were two cuffs attached 
to the flagstone wall by several links of chain that hung about the level 
her ankles were at present. 

Mother Superior moved slowly to her ankles, taking one foot in both hands 
and caressing the arch softly. Kathy's breath grew shallow, her cunt 
starting to feel that hot, tight, swarmy feeling she head felt when Bobby 
had touched her in the theater. 

"You're a very lovely girl, Kathy. It's easy to see why you've come so close 
to falling prey to the boys around you." 

Celine opened the cuffs, then tightened one around the girl's right ankle. 
Moving around the bench, she did the same to Kathy's other leg, affixing the 
girl's feet to the dangling restraints. 

"Now we make certain you remain quiet through our first session." 

Celine worked quickly now, appearing to be a little breathless as she 
slipped one strap just below Kathy's ribcage, noting with pleasure the marks 
still there from the ropes Sister Baptriste had applied. Kathy's wrists were 
next, drawn down and fastened to one of the bench's legs. Again she was 
helpless, her tits like two large fleshy mountains with red, stiff peaks. 

"Now, we do so something to ease your discomfort," Mother Superior said, 
putting one hand on Kathy's cunt and rubbing the cuntlips against one 
another. 

Kathy gasped. She felt the slick rubbing of her swelling cuntlips, the 
gentle touch of Mother's fingers against her clit. A shiver raced up her 
spine as she let her head fall back, her long blonde hair sweeping over the 
filthy floor. She closed her eyes, afraid of the feelings she might show to 
the nun. 

"Yes, you're very hot down there, Kathy. I can feel your cunt warming to the 
touch," Celine observed, her eyes narrowing. "I see we have much work to 
do." 

Celine disappeared from Kathy's view of vision for a moment. The girl lay 
there quietly, listening to the woman rummaging around behind her. When the 
nun returned, she saw her holding something very long and thick. It aws 
man's cock! And so big! She had seen pictures of hard cocks in all those 
dumb sex education books. But no man had had anything this big between his 
legs! It had to be at least ten inches long and two inches thick. 

"You've never seen a dildo, I assume," Celine said, examining the instrument 
lovingly. There were small metal studs throughout the piece, wires dangling 
from the end. "Women use these when men aren't around-or when the men they 
have simply aren't very good at satisfying them. This one, however, is 
special." Celine smoothed her fingertips up and down over the pink plastic 
skin. "This one's attached to a portable generator over there. These studs 
become very-well, how should I say it? Activated ... when the right button's 
pushed. Do you follow me, dear?" 

Kathy's brain froze with terror. She was going to get fucked with that 
thing! Karthy arched her spine against the rough wood, feeling the splinters 
cutting into her back. 

Mother Superior smiled. "I see you've managed to put this together. Good! 
You're brighter than many we've brought in here." 

Mother Superior untangled the black and red wires, straightening them, then 
moved back to a small box inserted into a niche in the wall. Always watching 
Kathy, the nun attached the wires to the generator's side, then moved back 
until she was next to the bound, helpless girl once more. 

Kathy tensed her thighs. She could see the legbands of those leather shorts 
Celine wore. They were slick now, wet with something! 

Groaning, the girl knew very well what was happening. Mother Superior was 
becoming aroused, her cunt juicing as she prepared the girl for this horror. 

"Now. Perhaps this will be a better fuck than what you received in the 
theater," Celine said, bending slightly at the waist and holding the 
specialized dildo. 

Kathy jerked her head up, staring over her jutting stiff-nippled tits. 
Celine's head was even with her knees. She was staring intently at Kathy's 
pussy, a thin smile across her lips. When the girl felt something brushing 
across the feather-soft blonde hairs protecting her cunt, she cringed. 

Celine's smile only broadened. She pushed the dildo forward, the thick, cold 
cockhead pushing the girl's cuntlips apart. Kathy threw back her head, her 
jaw slackening as she felt that horrible plastic cock twisting into her 
pussy like a giant screw! Nothing larger than her own finger or Bobby's had 
ever slipped past her outer cuntlips. And now that fat, long thing was 
fucking into her. Half horrified, half overjoyed, Kathy twisted her body 
against the wooden bench, pressing up hard against the restraining leather 
straps that kept her arms and hands in check. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Mother Superior paused for a moment, having just shoved the cockhead past 
Kathy's inner cuntlips. The young girl opened her mouth, gulping in air. 
That thing, that big, awful prick was fucking into her, shoving aside the 
squiggly wet membranes of her cunt. When Celine began pushing the dildo in 
farther, Kathy tensed, her eyes wide with dismay. Her cherry! She was going 
to lose her cherry now to this wild woman and that dildo. 

"No, no more, no more!" she sobbed, shaking her head while hot tears rolled 
down her cheeks. 

"What's wrong, Kathy? Isn't this dildo enough for you? Was the boy's cock 
more exciting?" 

"No! No! Nothing, happened ... oh God, you're-uhhhhhhhhh-hurting me! Oh God, 
you're ... uhhhhhh!" 

Kathy's fingernails clawed the wooden bench. That long thick dildo had 
spread her cunt walls so far apart she thought she would tear in half. Her 
belly swelled even more as she puffed out heavy breaths. Her mind was 
spinning about when the girl felt that dildo touching her cherry. 

Mother Superior stopped, her forehead wrinkling in momentary surprise. She 
twisted the dildo again. 

"So, we were wrong," Celine said, clucking her tongue. "You are a virgin. 
Then, we've stepped in just in time to save you from losing your virginity 
unnecessarily." 

Mother Superior twisted the dildo again, making certain the studded sides 
touched Kathy's clit. The girl shivered as she found herself licking her dry 
lips. Her throbbing, wet, satiny cunt convulsed, the muscles cinching tight 
around that plastic prick and holding on tightly. Mother Superior noticed 
the grip and smiled. 

"You may be a virgin. But God in heaven only knows, you're ready to be 
plucked. How fortunate you've come to us for your early training." 

"Training?" 

"Yes, dear, training. That's what we emphasize here. And I feel you'll be 
our star pupil." 

The older woman stepped back, leaving her grip of the dildo for a moment. 
Kathy was shamed by the way she was reacting to this violent fucking. She 
could feel her pussy milking that thing, actually gripping and squeezing 
while the flanged head pressed against her cherry! Kathy struggled against 
the leather straps holding her to the table. 

"Now, look at me, Kathy. Look at me." 

The girl blinked her eyes and stared at the woman, now completely naked in 
front of her. 

She could see those angry red cuntlips through the thick bush of black 
cuntal hair covering her crotch. She should have been repulsed by the sight. 
The moist hairs, the slick cuntlips, everything indicated the woman had 
renounced her vows as a nun long ago and had given herself over to this kind 
of depravity. But the young teenager could only groan, lurching her hips and 
wishing Mother Superior would touch and screw that dildo around in her cunt 
once again. 

"Now, let's prepare you to take this cock all the way." 

"No, no, you'll kill me with it! You will, oh, God, no, no, no!" 

Kathy gritted her teeth, feeling Mother withdraw the long pink thing for a 
moment. She felt the deliciously ticklish sensation of her cuntal walls 
shrinking back together directly behind the retreating cockhead. Placing the 
dildo carefully on the floor for the moment, the senior nun bent forward, 
putting both hands on either of Kathy's raised, spread thighs. In a moment, 
the girl could feel Celine's breath rustling through her blonde pussyhairs. 
There was nothing she could do. The nun had her spread and helpless. 

"No, don't do this!" 

Her chest tightened as she felt the older woman's tongue touch her asscheeks 
lightly. Kathy tensed her asscheeks as that tongue lapped up into her 
asscrack, touching her shitter for just a horrifying instant. Nothing in her 
life had prepared her for this. And now it was happening, the nun licking 
her tongue up and down her ass. The girl could feel hands moving down her 
asscheeks, the fingers curling, rolling her back and spreading her ass even 
more for her tongue. 

"Uhhhhh ... oh no, Mother, Mother, you're defiling me! Oh God, don't, not 
here, not you...." 

The only answer she received was a muffled groan from between her splayed 
thighs. Celine was ricking her tongue up to her pussy. The moment she felt 
the nun's lips touching her clit, Kathy let out a hoarse cry. She jerked her 
hips away from that warm, wet, licking thing. But the straps held firmly, 
groaning from the tension. 

"Yes, Kathy, you're enjoying this like the bitch you are. You are a little 
slut, loving the touch of my mouth against your cunt, isn't that right?" 

Kathy couldn't answer the filthy question without damning herself. She 
groaned, feeling the hot juices of her cunt seeping from her fur-edged pussy 
slit. Again the girl tensed her arms against the restraining leather straps, 
enjoying that tugging sensation against her flesh. She was moving her thighs 
now as much as she could knowing it was Mother Superior's tongue lapping 
around her soppy pussy that was making her shudder and thrash. 

If only she could keep her mind under control. But, each time Mother 
Superior's tongue lapped into her cunt, the girl felt herself flying up from 
that bench which hurt her back so! And each time the older nun touched her 
clit with the tip of her tongue, Kathy jerked her legs back, unable to move 
them much because of the leather cuffs holding her soles nearly flat against 
the wall. And then Kathy felt Mother Superior drawing the tip of her tongue 
slowly, maddeningly, teasingly, along the rubbery, tense rim of her pussy. 
She was barely touching the hot, dark pink flesh. 

Kathy stiffened. 

"That young boy must have been a fool not to have gone all the way with you, 
Kathy-all the way as I will." 

"Nooooo! It's a he! This whole place is a he! Oh God in heaven, help me!" 

Mother Superior slapped Kathy for her impertinent declaration, then moved 
back to her pussy and scoured each steamy, wet cuntal hollow with her 
tongue. Kathy smarted from the sharp stinging pain of the slap. But she had 
to move her hips, fucking back at that lapping tongue that was doing such 
strange things to her. In a moment, she could feel something very hot and 
wet dribbling from her cuntal hole. She knew it was a mixture of her juices 
and Mother Superior's spittle. When the nun snaked her tongue into her 
pussy, sucking at the same time, Kathy came unglued. She thought she would 
climax right in the woman's mouth. 

"Uhhhh ... cummmmmmmm!" 

"No, dear, not yet." 

Mother Superior dropped back. Kathy was breathing hard, feeling as if 
someone had just set fire to her cunt. A spasm rocketed through her cunt and 
nipped hard at her clit. The girl jerked her legs, goosepimples breaking out 
on her inner thighs. She was wet-very wet and hot, the wettest and hottest 
she had ever been in her whole life! 

"I see you're ready for your introduction into the world, Kathy. This will 
be a moment I'm sure you'll remember ... all your adult life," Mother 
Superior said, bending at the waist and picking up the dildo once more. 

Kathy eyed it, too excited, too aroused to protest. It was going to happen. 
She was going to be fucked-and fucked by that long, pink pole with the metal 
studs! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Yaghghghhhhhh!" 

Kathy arched her spine, snapping her head from left to right. The pain she 
felt between her spread legs was horrible! Nothing had ever made her feel 
anything like that. She sobbed, her breath catching, her chest hurting as 
that awful hot, piercing agony continued. 

"Nooooo! Stop it! Stop! Oh God, you're hurting me!" she cried. 

"The curse of all women, your curse, Kathy." 

The words burned into her brain. Then there was another bolt of terrible 
pain. Kathy could feel something tearing inside her. Her cherry! 

Yes, Mother Superior was tearing her cherry, ripping it from its anchorage 
with that long pink dildo! 

"Yhgaaghghghhhhhh!" 

There! It was over! Looking tearfully up at the sadistic woman, Kathy felt 
the plastic cock squeezing through her pussy, delving down, down into the 
hot, secret depths of her cunt. More inches of that dildo pushed into her. 

"Oooooooo!" 

Kathy dropped back down against the bench. She opened and closed her fist, 
clawing her fingers against the splintery wood. Sister had stopped fucking 
her with that awful dildo. How could she push in any more? Every last part 
of her cunt seemed filled to the hilt with that thing. 

Kathy gulped in more air. She wriggled her ass against the bench. She had 
wondered what it would like being fucked-now she knew. It was so strange 
having something foreign pushing aside her cuntal tissues, simmering in the 
heat of her violated cunt. 

"Uhhh ... take it out! Oh, Mother, please, please, take it out in the name 
of God!" 

Celine smiled. "You don't really want it out at all, do you dear? You enjoy 
being fucked. I could see it in your eyes. You were born to fucking." 

"No! No!" 

Kathy pulled her legs back, jiggling the chains binding her ankles to the 
wall. She wanted to shout that Mother was wrong. She was a good girl, a 
decent girl. But then Celine began moving the dildo back and forth in a slow 
fucking movement. Kathy groaned, clenching her fingers into two tight fists 
until her nails bit into her palms. It was good, very, very good to feel 
that sliding, slippery movement of the plastic dildo against her injured 
cuntal walls. 

Kathy bit her pouty lower Up, trying to keep from showing the delight that 
was slowly building between her thighs. But when Mother slid the plastic 
prick all the way out and Kathy felt her cuntal walls buckling with the 
resulting ticklish heat, she had to let out a long, low moan. 

"There! See? I told you, you would be enjoying this soon! Fucking is 
wonderful! It's God's plan." 

Kathy wished she could have rolled her ass around on the bench more. She 
wanted to move! Being tied up like this, feeling the leather restraining her 
arms and chest, the girl became more and more aroused. And all those little 
metal bumps studding the outside skin of the dildo were tickling her 
sensitive cuntal nerve endings more and more. Kathy growled, prancing her 
ass, tensing it, wanting more sensation in her pussy. Mother's fucking was 
melting all that reserve and self-consciousness away from her. All she cared 
about was the feeling, the hot, tight, delicious feeling of being fucked, 
and fucked hard by that pink prick! "Mmmmmm!" 

Mother Superior moved the dildo halfway out, then tilted it up, making sure 
the instrument rubbed continuously against the girl's clit. 

Kathy thrashed as much as she could against the leather bonds, her thighs 
muscles ridging against her flesh while pussy juice seeped from her cunthole 
and dribbled down into her asscrack. Never would she have believed such 
pleasure could be gotten from fucking! 

Kathy moaned more loudly, arching her spine once again and wallowing her 
shoulders against the splintery wood of the bench. Her cuntal muscles were 
tightening again, cinching down on that fucking dildo as if it were a prick. 
Mother Superior smiled at her novice's reaction, taking the dildo and 
fucking it down into Kathy's cunt all the way. The girl's eyes widened, her 
face showing extreme shock and delight while a whooshing sound escaped from 
her lips. 

"You're ready for more, dear. You're close to cumming. And I can't have 
something like that happening-not until you've tasted the price for your 
pleasure." 

"Oh, ohhhhh ... the price?" 

Mother Superior kept the dildo all the way inside Kathy's pussy, watching 
with obvious pleasure the way the girl's cuntal muscles still milked at the 
stiff fuck rod. 

"The world is always like that, dear. And now you're going to find out just 
how it is with your particular pleasure." 

Celine fucked the dildo in and out a few more times, bringing out more 
groans of delight from the girl. Kathy raised her head when the fucking 
movements stopped. Mother Superior had gone to the gray box and flipped on a 
switch. Immediately a low hum filled the room. Kathy's breath stopped. The 
generator. Those studs in the dildo! It came back to her now. The dildo was 
connected to that thing. At the flick of a switch, Mother Superior could 
send jolts of electricity into her cunt. 

"Nooooo!" 

"We'll start slowly, then work our way up." 

Kathy turned her head, watching as Celine's slender fingers curled around a 
small black dial. Just above was a lighted plastic window with a needle that 
pulsed regularly at the low end. There was no sensation yet, nothing more 
than the stretching, tingly sensation the dildo created naturally from its 
weight and girth. 

"Now." 

"Uhhh!" 

There was a sharp, warm, biting sensation around her clit. Kathy's knees 
jerked, making the chains around her ankles rattle. Kathy let out a long, 
low groan. But there was something else there besides pain and fear, 
something that surprised even her. The pain was somehow mixed with a 
definite sensation of pleasure, of delight. It was something that wasn't 
lost on Mother Superior. 

"You've learned quickly, Kathy. The pain isn't so bad, if we can get some 
pleasure from it." 

"No, no, this is unholy," Kathy groaned. Mother frowned. 

"Let me worry about that, dear. For that remark, another notch higher." 

"No!" 

It was too late. Mother Superior turned the dial and sent yet more voltage 
into the girl's cunt. Kathy felt her pussy muscles cramping, relaxing, then 
cramping again. She growled low in her throat, trying to draw her knees 
together while her sphincter snapped shut. More electricity was surging in 
her, making her nipples harder, more tingly. The muscles in her belly were 
starting to knot up while her legs tensed so hard they ached. 

Kathy groaned, humping her ass against the wooden bench and feeling that 
piece of furniture moving under her. There was something else happening as 
well, that something being her clit twitching and pulsing angrily as the 
dildo sparked inside her pussy. 

It was like having a fist slapping her across her tits, ass and cunt. Her 
shitter recoiled while a fist of air burst from her pussy, making the dildo 
bob around. Kathy was suddenly worried about losing control of her bodily 
functions as more and more voltage penetrated her body. She wondered if she 
would shit and piss as Mother threw more and more voltage into her pussy. 

The nun seemed to read her mind. Mother Superior turned the dial yet higher, 
making sparks nearly fly from the dildo into the soft, wet pink flesh of 
Kathy's pussy. The girl was going wild, thrashing and kicking as much as she 
could while her clit went into spasms. She could no longer control herself. 
The teenager felt her cuntal muscles snapping shut around the fucking dildo, 
gripping it so hard and with so much strength Kathy nearly fainted from the 
effort. It was the hot, stinging bite of the electricity that kept her 
conscious. And when Mother cranked the switch another notch higher, the girl 
felt as if a car had struck her. 

Her tits flopped together wetly while diamonds of spit stood on her lips. 
Kathy thought she could smell something burning. Her cunt! That electricity 
was setting fire to her cunt! She wanted to cry out, to beg the nun to stop 
this insanity before she was ruined for life. "Nooooooo!" 

Another notch higher. Kathy's head felt as if it were exploding with the 
agony ripping at her cunt. The voltage was making her cum. Oh yes, yes, the 
young teenager felt her climax showering through her pussy, making her clit 
rigid and hot and throbbing! 

Kathy couldn't stand the pain any longer. A giant beast seemed to be 
stalking around inside her, tearing at her pussy, her belly, her asshole. 
She strained upward against the groaning leather restraints. Her forehead 
wrinkled as she let out shout after shout of agony. There was laughter in 
the air. Mother Superior? The girl looked around. Yes, Celine was laughing, 
her mouth opened wide as more and more voltage seared through Kathy's cunt. 

Mother's fingers were again on the dial. Kathy felt the next flick of the 
wheel would surely kill her. Then Mother did it, turning the dial, sending 
yet more sparks into her pussy. Kathy screamed. It was as if someone had 
sliced her clit with a rusty knife! Another orgasm shot through her, making 
her shudder and squirm against the bench. Her throat was growing hoarse. She 
could feel the bench moving around under her from the violent thrashing of 
her body. The blonde teenager screamed again, her body a serpent on the 
splintery bench. 

"And yet, another notch higher." 

No more! Dear God, no more! Kathy had hoped she would surely pass out from 
the pain. But somehow she remained conscious, jerking against the leather. 
Spit frothed at the corners of her lips while her toes curled until they 
cramped,. That awful dildo was bouncing around inside her cunt, it seemed, 
chugging back and forth, fucking her until she was cumming her brains out. 
That electricity! Oh, how it added to the feeling of being fucked, really 
fucked by something long and thick and hard. 

A massive climax exploded in her cunt, making the red, aching cunt labes 
snap shut on the dildo. Kathy thought she had snapped that fat thing in half 
with the power of her convulsing cuntal muscles! Her asscheeks shivered and 
bounced against the bench while her tits slapped wildly together. Her body 
was one cumming organ, a convulsing pussy as the voltage burned into her 
cunt and mind. 

Mother Superior watched, then with a rapid hand movement shut the generator 
down. Kathy slumped with a groan against the bench, her head dangling over 
the end as if she had just been shot. For a moment she felt so empty, so 
deserted. Then the girl realized the dildo was still in her, still fucked 
all the way into her pussy. 

"You've taken pleasure, Kathy, even from the pain I've inflicted on you. 
There's a valuable lesson in that you shall later understand. Right now, 
you'll give me the same pleasure you've received." 

Kathy shook her head, her mind still rattled from the painful electrocution. 
The dildo! She felt Mother pulling it from her cunt. 

"No, don't...." 

Kathy jerked her head up, her eyes wide, expressing the desperation she felt 
when the big fuck rod slipped from her cunt. The pussy muscles convulsed at 
that withdrawal. Her legs jerked against the chains holding them to the 
stones. 

"As I ate your pussy, you'll eat mine, Kathy." 

"No! No, that's ... that's an abomination," Kathy said? 

Sister only laughed at her childish outcry, stepping around to the foot of 
the bench until both of her creamy thighs were poised on either side of the 
frightened girl's head. Looking up, Kathy could see those black curly hairs 
up close, small drops of juice formed on some of them. Sister's cunt looked 
very hot. When Kathy inhaled sharply, she could smell something-the odor of 
a woman's aroused pussy! She jerked her head back, her fingers working 
against the bench. 

"Eat my cunt." 

"No!" 

Mother Superior laughed again, bending her knees slightly, then more until 
the cuntal hairs brushed against Kathy's nose. The girl turned her head, 
stifling a sneeze. 

"Stop it. Oh God, please stop it! Women aren't supposed to do this!" 

Celine bent her knees farther, dropping her cunt until the full, swollen hot 
cuntlips were pressed against Kathy's cheek. The girl groaned, feeling the 
moist heat against her flesh. Mother Superior was rubbing her pussy back and 
forth, leaning forward and touching her nipples with both hands. 

Kathy liked the soothing sensation of those slender fingers rubbing over her 
turgid nipples. How Mother soothed her with that movment, at times pinching 
the rubber tit tips until Kathy jerked. 

"Lick me, Kathy. Stick your tongue up there and lick me good and deep!" 

At the same time Mother Superior gave this command, she moved her hands back 
from the girl's tits, sliding them until she braced Kathy's head between her 
palms. She steadied the girl, bending her knees a little more while letting 
her head falls back. She was hunching hard into Kathy's mouth now, fucking 
her face, rubbing her clit against the girl's front teeth. 

Kathy knew she should be feeling shame, horror at what she was doing. But 
instead of the guilt, instead of even feeling numb, the young blonde felt 
the same kind of hot arousal that had plagued her during the dildo torture. 
Kathy found herself sticking her tongue between those hot, plump pussy lips 
as hard as she could. Suddenly she was possessed by an urge to please 
Mother. She squirmed her taut little ass against the bench again, her cunt 
on fire, the muscles tensing as if she were going to be fucked again! 

Mother Superior bent forward, bracing herself against the bench. In a 
moment, Kathy felt the woman's lips pressed in a long, wet kiss against her 
cuntlips. Her thighs ridged once more while fires of incredible goodness 
licked up her legs and into her pussy. 

Kathy felt Mother's lips pressing against her clit, even sucking at the tiny 
nub to increase the sensations of delight sparking from it. She couldn't 
stop herself. She was wallowing in her own shame, her own delight. Just at 
the point when she thought she was going to cum, she felt Mother Superior 
move one hand down, down to her hips until it was cupping her asscheek. In 
another second she felt the index finger sliding along her sweat-greased 
asscrack until the tip was poking against her shitter! No! Oh, God! She was 
going to be finger-fucked in her asshole by Mother! 

The nun stabbed her ass deep with that finger, sliding it in to the second 
joint. Kathy let out a low growl, that sound and its vibrations setting 
Mother off. The older woman let out a shriek, then fell on top of the girl. 
Kathy came apart. That tongue seemed to be all over her body, sticking into 
her pussy, licking into her cunt, lapping at her nipples! And how that 
finger added to the hot spice stinging her clit again and again! Mother held 
her pussy there, pressed hard against the girl's mouth, those wet pussy 
labes convulsing against the girl's tongue. They lay in that sixty-nine 
position for several moments, each woman climaxing violently in the other's 
sucking mouth. 

It was some time before Mother Superior rose, sliding her still-pulsing 
pussy from the girl's lips. 

"You've done well for yourself this time, dear. We'll see how you progress. 
Tomorrow will be a true test for you. We'll make sure you get plenty of 
sleep." 

Kathy shuddered. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Kathy had been taken down from the bench, her wrists still hurting from the 
half-inch line that had restrained her during her torture. Mother Superior 
had directed two clothed nuns to take the moaning girl away. She could 
hardly move. Both women had to drag the teenager down the corridor, her head 
lolling from side to side. There were times Kathy thought she could hear 
cries coming from various parts of the building. 

"In here. This is where you'll stay for the time being," one nun said. 

Strong hands pushed her forward through a narrow doorway. Kathy stumbled, 
stretching her hands outward for balance. Her feet tangled with one another, 
pitching her headlong to the floor. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

Collapsing in a crumpled heap, the girl cringed when the solid iron door 
banged shut behind her. Alone. Finally alone. She curled into a fetal 
position, breaking into uncontrollable sobs finally. How she had enjoyed the 
pain and humiliation Mother Superior had inflicted on her! Lying there on 
the floor, feeling the cold of the flagstones against her flesh, Kathy 
thought of her home, and she sobbed once more. 

Kathy lay on the floor for several more minutes, then picked herself from 
the flagstones and looked about the room. It was tiny-perhaps six feet by 
four feet with a ceiling that seemed to press against her head. Only a small 
iron-framed bed occupied the small space. The moth-eaten mattress was 
covered with a clean white sheet and a coarse blue woolen blanket. 

Kathy sat on the creaking bed, drawing the blanket about her shoulders. 
Slouching forward, the young girl thought of the torment she had endured-the 
pussy-licking, the sensation of having her cunt lapped by the nun, and most 
of all the feeling of that dildo fucking through her cherry while all that 
voltage ripped through her body. 

Shuffling sounds outside the door brought her to her senses. Gathering the 
coarse material around her throat, Kathy tensed, waiting for the door to 
open. 

"You've rested? Good. It's time to go to the chapel." 

Nuns always said their evening prayers, although she thought it was somewhat 
early for this ceremony. Shrugging, Kathy pulled the blanket around her more 
tightly, aware that the summoning nun wouldn't give her any more clothing. 

"Ahead of me. You're not to be trusted yet," she said, glaring through her 
steel-rimmed spectacles. 

Kathy moved ahead, looking for any other signs of young women about. 
Nothing. They moved back through the labyrinth of corridors until they came 
to the sacristy. Kathy could smell the sweet odor of burning wax. 

"Inside." 

She stepped into the darkened room, the odor of burning candles becoming 
stronger. It was very quiet. Kathy was immediately aware that the young nun 
escorting her had disappeared. She stood there in the small alcove, her eyes 
wandering over the pews before her, the small altar, the crucifix dominating 
the scene with a tortured and yet somewhat serene Christ-figure looking down 
at her. "Oh, God!" 

"An appropriate comment, considering the area." 

Kathy nearly jumped from her skin. She looked around wildly, trying to find 
out where the deep masculine voice had come from. There in the shadows, she 
caught sight of movement. She drew the blanket more tightly around her tits. 

"There, there, Kathy. I'm not going to hurt you ... much. At least, not 
until you've shown yourself to be a problem. And from what Celine-uh, Mother 
Superior has told me, you're doing quite well for a beginner." 

There was a cynicism in that voice that made her tremble. Kathy narrowed her 
eyes, staring through the smoke-filled darkness. She could see a large man 
walking toward her, his swaggering gait indicating animal assurance of 
himself. Behind him were two more men, somewhat smaller than him. When he 
stepped into the light, Kathy drew back, her eyes widening. Priest! Three of 
them, standing there under the crucifix with more than religion on their 
minds. 

"There's nothing to be afraid of. We're simply going to continue with your 
... uh, training. I'm Father Reilly, the confessor for the nuns here at the 
school. This is Father O'Conner and Father Manzoni, my assistants. We're 
specialists here, Kathy. We make sure Mother's work continues at its usual 
high degree of success." 

"Work? This is a prison! You're all ... crazy, or something, I don't know," 
she sobbed, drawing back. 

"Tie her to the altar. Mother has prepared her well. Now it's time for the 
girl to advance." 

Kathy watched in horror as the two young priests approached her. Father 
O'Conner was first, tearing the robe from her shoulders and flinging it over 
one of the nearby pews. Kathy clasped her hands around her tits and cunt, 
bending over, trying in vain to hide her nakedness. Father Reilly laughed at 
her modesty. 

"I know what you've done with Mother. Licking her cunt isn't the action of a 
modest girl. You've been fucked by Celine's electronic dildo. Now you're 
going to see what it's like to be fucked by a man." 

"No, no!" 

She struggled, pulling and tugging at the hands dragging her from the alcove 
to the altar, Kathy looked tearfully up at the crucifix, feeling the backs 
of her legs striking the altar. Her ass rubbed against the cold marble. The 
altar glowed with candles. The atmosphere around her seemed to be growing 
warmer as the men shoved her cruelly once more against the small altar. 

Father Reilly stepped forward. "Now, little bitch, enjoy." 

He was a handsome man in his mid-forties, his close-cropped black hair 
accenting his high cheekbones. His thick, sensuous lips curled into an evil 
smile. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

"The little bitch is still ashamed," Father Reilly noted as the two other 
priests tied her to the smooth, cold marble. They commented slyly about her 
pussy, Father O'Conner running his hands up to her pussy. Kathy shivered at 
the touch. Revealing a broad smile, he curled his fingers and tugged at her 
blonde cuntal hairs. 

Kathy screamed, the tearing agony making her body shake against the altar. 
Her cries bounced off the walls while her ass pranced and jiggled against 
the altar. He yanked again, tugging the blonde curls until several of them 
ripped from her cunt flesh. 

"She's ready, Father." 

"Tie her feet, then leave us alone." 

The two priests did his bidding. Climbing to the altar's surface, they 
dragged the girl up. They threw her body against the cross, her spine 
pressing against the brown plaster cast of the crucified Jesus. She felt his 
knees against the backs of her legs, his chin and nose rubbing against her 
neck. The priests only laughed at her horror, looping half-inch line around 
both wrists and binding them crucifixion-style around the statue's hands in 
double slipknots. 

"Oh no, no! What are you doing?" 

The girl's horror increased when Father Manzoni bent over, binding her 
ankles with a small piece of black leather to the statue's punctured feet. 

"Mother would be pleased at this. A shame she's busy with another 
novitiate." 

Kathy whimpered, twisting against the ropes pinning her to the crucifix. She 
was going to be shamed here, degraded on the altar, sacrificed like some 
kind of obscene lamb. She watched as the two young priests looked at her one 
more time, then bowed their heads in obedience toward Father Reilly. They 
withdrew, shutting the main door with a dull thud. Father Reilly began 
removing his collar, loosening his cassock, all the time never taking his 
eyes from the helpless, bound girl. 

Kathy shuddered. "Please, let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone about 
this ... ever!" 

"There's no need to worry, Kathy. When we've finished with your training, 
you won't even think of speaking of the methods we've used here at Saint 
Timothy's." 

He slipped his black garment off. Kathy saw an extremely well-built, 
handsome man before her. The long, jutting protrusion pressing against the 
front of his white Jockey shorts told the girl this ordeal would be no less 
difficult than the one suffered with Mother Superior. 

"No!" 

Her protest was barely a whisper as Father Reilly stepped up to the altar, 
admiring the way his priests had bound her to the cross. He smoothed the 
back of his right hand up her inner thighs, letting his knuckles barely 
touch the bottoms of her cuntlips. Kathy shivered again, but this time not 
from horror. Arousal. Sexual excitement. She rubbed her ass against what she 
guessed was the crotch of the Christ, feeling the hot swarmy feeling in her 
pussy. The tearing of her cunt hairs from her pussy had only aroused her 
more. Biting her lower Up, Kathy stared down at the handsome, hung priest. 

"You've got a pretty cunt, and the hairs that cover it are soft. Very soft. 
Apparently Father O'Conner thought that too when he snatched some out. Too 
bad. But I see it hasn't done any permanent damage," Father Reilly said, 
closely examining her pussy. 

Kathy cringed. She could feel his hot breath against her cunt. She tried 
drawing her knees together protectively, but could only think of having him 
touch her cunt with his tongue the way Mother had! What a vile slut I am, 
the girl thought as she hung there. 

"What a shame it would be if something were to happen to that cunt. You 
wouldn't want that to happen, would you, Kathy?" 

The girl looked into his blue eyes. There was something evil there, 
something that made her shudder for the safety of her soul. 

"I didn't think so. But perhaps the best way to teach you obedience is to 
show you what awaits the disobedient one," Father said, reaching over her 
head to the right and pulling a twelve-inch candle from its brass holder. 

Kathy's eyes rolled up, squinting, watching what the depraved priest was 
doing. 

"You see how warm the candle is. The fire could scar you for life ... 
anywhere on your body," he said, his voice calm, even as he brought the 
flame up to her nose. 

Kathy drew her head back, rubbing her neck against the Christ's chin. The 
warmth was almost pleasant. But an inch closer and Kathy knew she would be 
feeling it far more intensely. The smell of the burning wax almost made her 
sneeze. Father's smile broadened as he adjusted his standing position on the 
altar. 

"There. Now you can feel warmth of the fire." 

The flame was nearly touching her cheek. She whimpered once again, her heart 
beating rapidly while her fingers clenched and unclenched. Terror made her 
shiver uncontrollably as the fire flickered menacingly in front of her eyes. 

"Don't worry. I won't blind you. It would serve no purpose. What I have in 
mind is far more instructive." 

He bent down, his feet sliding back. Kathy felt the fire moving down, down, 
past her hard nipples, over her belly, nearly singeing the barely visible 
blonde fuzz covering her tummy. In a moment she felt the burning candle 
settling between her spread thighs. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

"There, Kathy. Now you know what's going to happen, don't you? The heat you 
feel in your cunt's mixing with the heat from the candle." 

"Don't burn me! Oh, God in heaven, don't let him burn me!" she shrieked. 

Father Reilly moved the candle up. She could feel the heat lancing into her 
pussy. The melting tallow dripped onto her thighs, burning her flesh. Kathy 
jerked against the crucifix, banging the back of her head against the Christ 
until she thought she chipped some of the plaster from his face. Her clit 
was beginning to stiffen now, pushing up from its sheath and standing 
rigidly. When Father Reilly brought the candle up another inch, the girl 
felt her cunt recoil while her thighs tightened. 

"Uhhhhh ... oh no, no, you're going to do it! Oh God, don't, don't hurt me!" 

The girl snapped her head from side to side, her wrists rubbing against the 
rough rope. Father Reilly ignored her wild pleas and babbling. He passed the 
candle between her legs, purposely letting the fire barely touch her flesh. 
It was like being kissed with hot, fiery lips. Kathy jerked her body up 
against the plaster Jesus behind her, tugging against the bonds each time 
the fire singed her flesh. Peering down beyond her jutting tits, the 
teenager saw Father's cock was fully aroused now. The piss-slit of his 
shorts was partially opened from the tension behind it. 

"Nooooooo!" 

Kathy felt him singeing some of her pussy hairs now. She could smell the 
acrid aroma of the burned fuzz as it filled her nostrils. The odor stickened 
her. She made a face, grimacing as once again she tried to pry herself from 
the cross. "No, no, no!" 

Father Reilly waved the burning candle an inch from her cunt. More melted 
wax dappled her cuntal thicket. He moved the flame a little closer, watching 
as the blonde hairs blackened then burned back to her cunt skin. Kathy 
twisted and sobbed while the flame licked at her outer pussy labes. The 
plaster Jesus behind her was rubbing hard against her back, hurting her 
spine as she struggled against the fire between her thighs. 

"Now you'll learn obedience-the true meaning of it. Bit by bit, Kathy, it'll 
be burned into you the way the fire from this candle is burning into your 
cunt." 

"Yaghghghghhhh!" 

Father Reilly let the fire lick all the way into her pussy. The pain had 
nearly knocked the girl from her senses. The damage could have been much 
worse. But Kathy had been aroused, the juices flowing from her pussy putting 
out the candle with a hiss. Father looked at the extinguished pillar of wax 
and smiled. 

"I can see what Mother means when she thinks you're one of the better 
students we've had so far at the school. We'll see if her assessment is 
correct." 

Kathy watched as Father Reilly hooked his thumbs around his shorts, then 
tugged them down. His cock was nearly as thick and long as the dildo Mother 
had fucked her with. Kathy drew back against the cross, her lips moving in 
silent prayer as Father Reilly dropped his shorts to the tiled floor. 

"Now, as I said before, you'll learn more about men and what we do here." 

There were some adjustments to be made first. Keeping her bound to the 
cross, Father Reilly moved a portable candle holder between the girl's legs, 
lighting yet another candle and screwing it down so the flame flickered six 
inches from her spread-open cunt. Stepping down from the altar for a moment, 
he returned with two wooden chairs that had stood on either side of the main 
doors behind the pews. These he placed on either side of the alar, climbing 
on them and bending his knees until his cockhead was even with Kathy's 
mouth. 

"Now, Kathy," he chided, "You mustn't vomit. I don't want you doing 
something that would make me very angry." 

Kathy stared cross-eyed at the big cockhead that throbbed angrily in front 
of her. She could smell him, smell the arousal that fired his prick and 
balls. It was the same excitement that throbbed through her now. 

"I'm going to make use of your mouth." 

"No, don't...." 

Kathy knew vaguely what he was going to do. She had heard some of the girls 
at school whispering about doing this-about giving head, as they called it. 
Their boyfriends were satisfied, and they didn't have to worry about getting 
pregnant. 

"If you try anything, Kathy, I wouldn't hesitate pushing you down and having 
the candle burn your cunt. If you put that out, I'll light another-and 
another, and another until you finally submit to me. Do you understand?" 

Kathy nodded, swallowing a lump of fear as she kept staring at his cock. 

"Good. Now we start." 

She watched as Father put both hands on either side of her head to steady 
her. When he told her to open her mouth, she did. He bent his knees a little 
more, bracing himself against her bound body. She felt his thumbs caressing 
her ears While the fat prickhead rested comfortably on her pouty lower Up. 
Below her, the fire burned, warming her already steamy pussy. As a spasm 
made her cuntal walls buckle once more, Father Reilly slipped his prick into 
her mouth. 

She opened her mouth a little more, her jaws aching from being spread that 
far. He told her to draw back her teeth or he'd shove her down onto the 
candle. Kathy obeyed. Her ass rubbed up and down against the plaster Jesus 
while Father's prick slid back over her flattened tongue. 

"Oh, that's it, Kathy. That's the way! I want you to move your tongue around 
now. Oh, yeah ... move that tongue over my prick. Pretend it's something 
you've wanted to eat for a long, long time, Kathy." 

Kathy did as she was instructed, realizing that doing something like this 
wasn't as bad as she had thought. When Father shoved his prick in more, 
though, Kathy wondered if it were possible for a woman to choke on a man's 
cock. 

"Tighter, Kathy. That's right, tighten it up, move that tongue around and 
tighten your mouth." 

The weight of his cock scraped against the girl's bottom teeth. Soon she 
felt that fat cockhead rubbing against her tonsils. It was hard for her to 
breathe! Father tightened his grip of her head, ramming yet more of that 
fat, greasy hunk of prickmeat into her throat. 

"Uhfhhfhfhhfffff!" 

His cock rubbed along the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out. As he 
moved back and forth, forcing spittle out, her cunt throbbed in time to his 
pistoning fuck motions. Dropping one hand, Father reached for her right 
nipple, pinching it, slapping her, calling her all sorts of terrible names 
as his excitement began to peak. 

"Miserable little slut!" he cried, his hands nearly crushing her skull like 
an egg. "You'll take my cum and suck it down and love it." 

Kathy felt his balls pillowing against her chin. She tried not to gag. There 
was that strange taste, a bleachy, flat-tasting flavor that made her swallow 
more. Oh, he was going to cum in her mouth! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Uhhff! Uhhhhhfff!" 

Father Reilly moved faster and faster, his prick banging against the back of 
her throat. Kathy swallowed the saliva when she could, his pre-cum mixing 
with it and coating her mouth. At times she could feel his prickhead nearly 
fucking down her throat while his balls slapped up against her chin. 

"Oh yeah, Kathy. That's a good girl," Father said, slowing down for a 
moment. 

Kathy swallowed again. He had stopped his wild pumping, letting his cock 
remain lodged in her mouth. Kathy felt his cock jerking. She tasted more of 
that flat-tasting cum oozing from his piss-slit. His heavy breathing matched 
hers. In a moment he would be dumping his load of jizz down her throat. She 
had to take it. Between her legs, the girl could still feel the warming 
sting of the candle as the flame flickered against her thighs. 

"Soon, Kathy. Don't be impatient," Father said scornfully, rubbing his 
fingers against the sides of her skull. "You'll have your drink soon 
enough." 

He was enjoying her degradation, her debasement, the way her lips stretched 
tightly, thinly around his cock. He pulled back slowly, watching her lips 
pucker out while her nostrils flared. The girl kept her eyelids shut as her 
forehead tightened with terror. When his cockhead was nearly all the way out 
of her mouth, Father fucked back in, shifting his thighs from side to side 
so his pricktip gouged the insides of her warm, wet mouth. 

He was pushing her down! God in heaven, he was shoving her down by the 
shoulders, making the ropes tear at her wrists! As he pushed, Kathy could 
feel the heat from the candle intensifying. He wanted to burn her pussy 
while he dumped his load of spunk down her throat! He had lied to her! He 
was going to hurt while her while he shot, even though she had done 
everything he had said. 

Kathy opened her eyes in horror, letting out choked gasps of horror. She 
could feel the thick, blue veins roping around his cock wriggling against 
her lips. It was as if she were eating worms or something. How his prick 
rubbed along the insides of her mouth. The brute force of his mouth-fucking 
made her grunt. Again Father fucked his cock all the way in. Kathy gagged, 
coughing, trying to suck air into her deflated lungs. When Father pushed her 
down so the flames licked the junction of her pussylips, Kathy let out a 
yowl. 

"That's it, Kathy! You're learning quickly. You can accommodate anything if 
you try." 

His voice was broken, breathless. He moved faster and faster. She swallowed 
harder, shutting her eyes. At times she felt his sweat dripping down onto 
her. The chairs scraped dangerously close to the edge of the altar as Father 
kept on fucking her mouth. Nothing mattered anymore, Kathy realized. The 
priest was going mad with desire, his fingers sliding and pressing along her 
face. At times he gouged her eyes with his thumbs, threatening to push them 
out. 

And what was strange about the whole thing was that Kathy was starting to 
enjoy this. The fire touching her cunt at times, the feeling of having her 
mouth filled with prickmeat, the slapping of the priest's balls against her 
chin-it was having a pleasant effect on her. 

"Gonna cum, Kathy. Oh, God, going...." 

Father Reilly pushed her down even more, the ropes groaning at the pressure. 
The flame entered her pussy once again. Kathy screamed, the vibrations of 
her shriek sending the foul priest over the edge. His fingers tightened 
around her shoulders, bruising her flesh while his nails left small red 
marks in their stay. The flame kept licking hungrily along her cuntlips and 
burned more blonde hair. The stench of that singed flesh and hair filled her 
nose. But the fires in her cunt were stronger than those flickering from the 
candle. Her throat opened when the priest shouted he was cumming. She could 
feel the power of his body as his legs trembled against her face. The prick 
was bouncing around in her mouth, the cockhead pressed hard against the back 
of her throat. There would be no more time, no more moments of delay. 

Kathy clenched her thighs as tightly as she could, hearing the flame hiss 
out. The candle and its supporting shaft tumbled with a clatter to the 
floor. Father Reilly shouted at her, slapping her again and again across the 
face while jabbing his prick into her mouth. The first hot jet of cum 
spattered against the back of her throat, choking her, making her gag. More 
and more rope-like spurts of jizz shot from his piss-slit, coating her 
throat with the slimy spunk. 

"Damn you, you little fuckin' slut!" the priest cried. 

But her screams were muffled against his cum-shooting prick. The heat in her 
cunt exploded, her pussy walls clamping down on nothing. The girl felt her 
cunt clench up against itself, the wet, slick cunt walls rubbing against one 
another as more and more jizz filled her mouth. Cum frothed around the 
fucking cock, dribbling down her chin while Father Reilly shot and shot and 
shot. 

"Ohhhhh, Kathy!" 

The priest had emptied his balls in her mouth. Kathy drank the last of his 
cum. When he pulled his cock out, she let out a little cry, licking at the 
spunk dribbling onto her lips and chin. 

"You're a lovely little slut-standing there with cum dripping out of your 
mouth! Damn it. Your eyes are glazed, Kathy-and you're blushing like a whore 
with fever. Yes, you'll do well here at Saint Timothy's." 

Kathy ignored his pride-stinging words. She could only shut her eyes and 
silenty beg God to forgive her for giving into this foul man. 

"You're eager to learn more. That's good. We'll show you more, as a good 
teacher shows his prize pupil more," Father Reilly went on, climbing down 
off the chairs and setting them back down on the floor. He began untying her 
feet, dropping the rope at his feet. "I'll have the priests finish with you. 
Don't worry," he added, noticing the look of fear crossing her face. "They 
won't touch you-not without my permission. You've suffered enough for the 
day. Tomorrow will be another story." 

He left her hanging there for the time being, slipping on his shorts, then 
robing himself once again with his cassock. By the time he had finished, 
Father Reilly looked like just another comforting priest. 

Hypocrite! she thought, not daring give voice to her mind. Slumping against 
the cross behind her, Kathy watched as Father left the sacristy. In a moment 
the other two priests came in, climbing rudely on top of the altar and 
unbinding her wrists from the cross. Neither said a word. It was as if she 
were again in some weird dream. Only when Father O'Conner draped the coarse 
woolen blanket back over her shoulders did he say something. 

"You've done well-performed like the trained bitch you are. Mother Superior 
will be pleaS-ed her priests are using her trained sluts to their purposes." 

Kathy hurried past Father O'Conner, not daring to look the other priest in 
the eye. They unlocked the chapel door, escorting her without saying another 
word on the way to her cell. Once there the girl slumped onto the bed, 
digging her fingers into the filthy mattress. Her sobs shook the bed as the 
full horror of what she'd done fell upon her. Sleep came uneasily, her 
dreams filled with vivid images of Mother Superior mouth-fucking her with 
her cunt, of the candles burning her pussy flesh, of the horrid position 
Father Reilly had had her bound in, and of the feeling of being fucked in 
the mouth by the priest's cock.... 

She awoke with a start hours later. A loud banging sound filled her tiny 
cell, sending the girl nearly tumbling from her pitiful bed. Sitting there, 
her blanket tucked under her chin, Kathy heard that terrible sound once 
more. It was a terrible sound once more. It was a horrid, savage pounding 
against her cell. 

"Help me! Oh God, don't, don't touch me again!" 

It was Eve-or at least, Kathy thought it was. There were sounds of scuffling 
outside. Then the blonde teenager thought she heard someone covering the 
girl's mouth. There were muffled curses...... 

"Help! Oh God, get away, get away from me!" 

"Shut up!" 

Kathy jumped at the sound of a smack. The scuffling sounds stopped 
immediately. Leaving her bed, the girl tiptoed to the door, pressing her ear 
against a small crack. She heard the sound of something heavy being dragged 
away. They had done more than smack the fighting girl. So, this is what 
would happen if she were to disobey. Kathy went back to her bed, sickened by 
what she had heard. She fell asleep again. 

When she awoke, Kathy found herself plunged in darkness. Her back and ankles 
and wrists ached from the ordeal she had been put through. Sitting up again, 
the young girl rubbed her legs, wondering what time it was. She was still a 
little tired and guessed it might be very early morning. 

"Oh!" 

Was that a scream echoing down the hall? More shuffling sounds coming toward 
her door put the girl on guard. There were those keys tinkling on the other 
side. 

"Good morning, dear." 

It was Mother Superior, now dressed in her full robe and wimple. The 
black-beaded rosary hung loosely from one side as she returned the keys to 
her right pocket. Sister Baptriste was just behind her. 

"I trust you slept well? Father Reilly told me how well you behaved under 
his tutelage. I hope you do as well today. I enjoy it when one of our girls 
shows such progress." 

"No! Don't touch me. I won't go out of here. You can't make me!" Kathy 
shouted, drawing her legs under her ass and tucking the blanket firmly under 
her chin. She felt sheer terror the moment the older woman walked into her 
cell. She was a shivering, hungry, cornered animal who had been horribly 
abused. 

"I see our Kathy's turned a bit angry. Perhaps some food would make her feel 
better. Feed her. Then bring her to see me," Mother said coldly, turning and 
walking stiffly from the cell. 

"You've offended Mother. You'll pay dearly for that," Sister Baptriste said, 
a cold smile on her face. "Now, up from that bed. Come on, up," she said, 
striking the girl's toes roughly with a clear plastic ruler. 

Kathy winced. She was hungry, so hungry. The thought of getting any kind of 
food in her stomach was appealing-worth even risking Mother's wrath at a 
later hour. But fear kept her glued to her cot. 

"You'll do as you're told, or what Mother Superior made you endure yesterday 
will be as an overture," Sister Baptriste said. 

Kathy moved slowly, swinging her legs over the edge of her small iron cot 
and standing in front of Sister Baptriste. The nun backed away, indicating 
with a sharp gesture of one hand that she was to follow into the corridor. 
Hugging her blanket to her tits, Kathy shuffled through the doorway, feeling 
shabby and dirty. Sister took her roughly by the wrist, ignoring the girl's 
muted cry and dragging her down the hall, past Mother's office, then down 
another hall to a spot where Kathy could smell food cooking. She felt her 
mouth watering. Smacking her lips, she looked warily at Sister Baptriste, 
wondering when the nun would admit her to the dining hall. 

"Give me your hands behind your back-come on, quickly if you want to eat." 

The odor of cooking food was too great for her to resist. Meekly, the girl 
submitted, drawing her hands back and pressing them together. Sister bound 
the girl's hands. How the rope burned her already chafed wrists. Wincing, 
she stifled a cry as Sister secured the line, then took something long and 
black from her pocket. It appeared to be a dog collar. 

"This will keep you in line. You haven't had food for some time now. There's 
no telling how you will react with decent people." 

Kathy felt the nun slip the black-studded leather collar around her neck, 
attaching it with a hook snugly. 

"Now, you may enter." 

Sister Baptriste pushed open the door. There in front of her was a long 
wooden table, ten chairs on either side. Bowls of steaming breakfast food 
sat in the middle, catching Kathy's eye immediately. Moments later the girl 
noticed Father Reilly, Father O'Conner, and Father Manzoni sitting near the 
head of the table. The remainder of the seats were occupied by the nuns 
silently eating, their forks barely scraping the porcelain dishes. Eve and 
two other girls were cleaning the table, all of them naked, all of them 
wearing the same kind of dog collar she had on. 

"This is the sign of obedience," Sister Baptriste said, tugging at Kathy's 
collar. "You'll wear this until you leave the school. Now, down on all fours 
if you want to eat." 

Kathy felt herself shoved to the floor. Sister Baptriste was pulling 
something else from her pocket. A leash! She snapped a small brass buckle to 
a hook on the back of her collar, then moved forward, dragging the girl 
behind. Kathy had to crawl on her knees, the flesh scraping painfully across 
the concrete floor. Glancing up, she saw Eve staring at her. The girl had 
been beaten, it appeared to Kathy. 

"Forward!" 

Sister Baptriste pulled her along the length of the table, few of the nuns 
even glancing down at her. When they reached Father Manzoni, Sister 
Baptriste bowed her head, then nodded down at Kathy. Mother Superior sat at 
the head of the table. 

"She's hungry," Sister Baptriste said. 

Father Manzoni smiled, then glanced down at his shoes. "I think I may have 
walked through dog shit on the way over here. Perhaps Kathy would enjoy 
starting off with that kind of appetizer." 

The girl shot a vile glance at the young priest. Dog shit! 

"Lick his shoes, girl!" Mother Superior barked. 

"See? I told you Mother would be angry and wouldn't stand up for you," 
Sister Baptriste hissed. 

"Lick his ... oh no!" 

Kathy heard the quiet room become more silent. She could feel eyes staring 
at her, see lips curling into smiles as she looked down at the priest's 
filthy shoes. She bent forward, her blonde hair sweeping over her ears and 
over her face. Was he joking? She paused, her mouth a few inches from the 
tops of his shoes. Father Manzoni reached down, pressing his fingertips 
against the back of her neck. "Lick!" 

He pushed her face down roughly. Kathy grunted, her lips pillowing flat 
against the tops of his polished black shoes. He was rubbing her face back 
and forth now, pushing her nose against his laces, then shoving her lips 
back to the toe. i 

"I said lick, bitch!" 

"Uhhhh!" 

Kathy stuck her tongue out, pulling it along the dirty outside edge of his 
shoe. There wasn't, thank God, the taste of shit or its smell. But the well 
was dirty. Kathy turned her head several times, tasting the dirt, feeling 
the grit work up between her teeth and over her tongue. More than once she 
felt the sour bile welling up in her throat. She swallowed it down, bobbing 
her head up and down. In a moment his leather was slick with her saliva. And 
still she continued to lick, drawing her flattened tongue over his dirty 
sole, then pushing it back to the heel. Father Manzoni watched her all the 
time, smiling when she finally spat out the vile mixture of filth and spit. 

"Good, Kathy, good. Mother told me you were sharp with her earlier. You know 
what happens to girls who become sharp with Mother, or any of the nuns here, 
don't you? 

Eve, come here." Father Manzoni beckoned, curling one finger at the 
trembling girl. 

He had pushed Kathy back from the table a bit, still holding the leather 
leash firmly in one hand. Eve shuffled to Father, her eyes continually 
lowered. 

"Eve has been somewhat recalcitrant lately. We've had to punish her 
severely. And more will happen, won't it, young lady?" 

With that he picked up a knife and pressed the blade flatly against her 
cunt. Eve's eyes widened, her body stiffening at the cold, sharp touch. But 
she remained still, her toes curling against the concrete. Father rocked the 
blade back and forth, finally upending the handle and working the rounded 
end into the girl's pussy. Eve's knees trembled, knocking against one 
another as at least two inches of the knife entered her pussy. 

Mother and the other nuns watched with interest. Kathy couldn't believe it. 
Eve, the outspoken one, the smart-mouthed girl, was trembling like a leaf 
now in front of the assembly. Father Manzoni worked the knife around in her 
cunt for a little while, slowly pulling it out, then smacking the girl 
loudly across the ass. Eve winced but said nothing, lowering her eyes and 
sighing with relief. 

"Good girl, Eve. Now, finish cleaning the table. You know, Mother, you 
should feed your girls better. And wash them," Father Manzoni said, 
wrinkling his nose. 

"I can take care of both, Father. Sisters, scrape your plates for her." 

Immediately the nuns threw scraps of food on the floor, kicking them back 
for Kathy to eat. It was a mark of their contempt, a mark of her 
humiliation. But she was too hungry to be proud. Feeling the leash loosen 
around her throat, the girl scurried around the table, wolfing down the food 
she could scrape up with her lips, wishing she could use her hands. Even 
these scraps of food were good. 

"Now, I have something special for dear Kathy before she gets her bath. 
Sister Baptriste, take her to training room three. I'll be there shortly." 

Kathy groaned, chewing the last scrap of bread. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Kathy sat on a small three-legged stool. Above her was a large eye hook that 
had been driven securely into the low ceiling. From it a long thick brown 
rope hung, the end nearly touching the floor. Kathy was certain she would be 
hung from the ceiling in some obscene way. In a few moments Father Manzoni 
appeared, signaling Sister Baptriste to leave with a wave of his hand. 

"Now, we're finally alone, Kathy," Father Manzoni said with a smile, rubbing 
his hands anxiously together. He moved to the rope and immediately began 
working with it. 

Kathy watched with fascination as the priest twisted the rope around and 
around until it was obvious he was making a noose that was approximately 
level with her head. Was he going to hang her? Kathy began to rise from the 
stool, wondering if she could rush from the room and escape. 

"The door's locked, Kathy. You should know that. Now, get back to the stool. 
There, that's a good girl." 

Kathy sat back down, perspiration starting to glisten over her flesh. Father 
Manzoni finished with the rope, satisfied with his handiwork. Slipping it 
over her head, he adjusted it until Kathy had to tilt her chin all the way 
up and stretch her spine to keep from choking on the rough hemp. She kept 
her hands at her sides, her fingers gripping the rounded edges of the seat. 

She watched as Father Manzoni unfastened his cassock, letting the black 
garment puddle around his feet. She saw him taking off his undershirt, then 
finally his Jockey shorts. She trembled. Although his cock was not as thick 
as Father Reilly's, it certainly was as long-perhaps longer. And his fat, 
low-riding balls promised much hot cum. 

Kathy squirmed on the stool, feeling her cunt starting to warm in spite of 
her terror. A warm, fuzzy feeling concentrated between her thighs, making 
her flesh tickle maddeningly with arousal. Father Manzoni saw the change in 
her attitude and smiled approvingly. 

"Good, you're aroused, hot already. Father Reilly said you had a hot pussy, 
although he preferred to fuck you in the mouth." 

"Uhhhhh!" 

"I prefer the more traditional way-with a twist. We're going to fuck, Kathy. 
But you're going to have the opportunity to get back at me-and at us for all 
your pain. You'll see what I mean in a while. But now...." 

He pulled another seat over to her, his prick jutting out from between his 
hairy legs. Kathy could see the purple prickhead, the glistening drop of 
pre-cum that had squeezed up into his piss-slit. Her heart began to beat 
heavily. 

Kathy felt his fingers gripping her slender thighs, raising her ass slightly 
off the seat as he ' pushed forward. She could feel his cockhead rubbing up 
against her cuntlips now. The muscles between her thighs ached while her 
clit spasmed in anticipation of the fuck. The moment the cockhead began 
working into her pussy, Kathy let out a gasp, her arms shuddering at the 
touch. 

"You like having prick in your pussy, don't you?" Father Manzoni asked as he 
pushed down and fucked more of his cockmeat between her swollen cuntlips. 

"Yes, ohhhh yes, yes, yes!" 

Kathy couldn't deny the truth. It was apparent to anyone that she enjoyed 
fucking. Her ass squirmed while another inch of the priest's cock slipped 
between her cunt labes. As his cock fucked farther in, Kathy's cuntlips 
tightened, the rubbery rim of her pussy trapping Father Manzoni's prick 
tightly in her body. 

"Uhhh ... you are a hot Utile bitch, Kathy. No wonder Father Reilly wants to 
fuck you later on tonight. You're going to be a prize pupil here at Saint 
Tim's." 

The priest worked his body around so Kathy could feel his prick fucking in 
her better. The fat, spongy cockhead reamed out her tight little fuck 
tunnel, fucking farther and farther into her body. 

Fucking. Fucking. Oh, it was so deliciously good feeling a warm, wet cock 
fucking into her! Kathy's legs twitched. In a spasm of lust, she found 
herself throwing her arms around Father Manzoni's shoulders, trying to draw 
him closer as if he were her lover. He laughed, his cock disappearing inch 
by thick, throbbing inch. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" Kathy groaned hard as she felt her cunt being stretched 
tantalizingly open by that cockhead. "Ohhhh, yes, more, more!" 

Her head pushed against the choking rope. 

Kathy realized at this point she had to be careful or she would surely 
strangle herself. 

"That's right, dear. Don't become too frisky or you'll choke. That's for 
later. Now we concentrate on the fucking. And that's nice and hot and fine, 
Kathy." 

His voice was becoming more and more unsteady. His fingers sank into her 
soft thigh flesh while he picked her up from the stool and pulled her toward 
him. In a moment Kathy found herself astride him, riding his prick like a 
merry-go-round horse. Her thighs slapped against his as she sat down on his 
lap and felt his cock gouging up. He was filling her with prickmeat, 
stuffing her pussy with the hot, long greasy cock until she thought the 
cockhead would surely pop out of her mouth. It was heavenly! The only thing 
troubling her was the noose around her throat. It began tightening more and 
more, the more he fucked her. Bouncing the girl up and down on his prick, 
Father Manzoni seemed to forget about the choking rope nearly strangling the 
air from Kathy's lungs. The blonde teenager cried out, stretching her neck, 
trying to keep the rope free from her windpipe. 

Kathy felt her cunt getting hotter and hotter as the priest fucked her hard. 
She pushed down, feeling her cuntal sheath nearly tearing loose from the 
pressure. Father Manzoni reached up with both hands, pinching her nipples, 
then kneading her tits roughly. 

"Biggest, best tits I've seen around here in a long time. Fuck it out, baby. 
Come on, fuck it out, Kathy. Bounce on my prick!" 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Kathy was steaming hot. She couldn't stop moving. Each time that prickhead 
brushed over her clit, Kathy thought she could feel the sparks shooting into 
her pussy. It was wonderful having Father fuck her that way! 

Father Manzoni smiled, cupping his hands under her tits and squeezing them. 
Kathy went wild, jerking from left to right, growling as the handsome stud 
priest fucked long and deep into her. 

"Nice, Kathy, nice." 

How wet she was! The girl heard the squishing sound of Father's prick 
plowing through her cunt, could feel the wetness of her cunt as juice 
sprayed out from her filled cunthole. She rocked her hips a little, feeling 
the long cockshaft pressing against first one side of her cunt, then the 
other. Several spasms made the girl's cunt cinch down around Father's prick, 
keeping it from fucking in any farther. Then the spasms passed and Kathy 
felt his prick sliding through the gushing, hot folds of her pussy. 

Kathy felt her insides stretching out around the huge cockshaft. She tensed, 
waiting for that bulging prickhead to fuck all the way in. When she felt the 
bristling hairs of his crotch prickling her cut, Kathy let out a long, low 
moan. She was filled with prick-actually stuffed with cockmeat. It was so 
wonderfully good and strange having something that big inside her, 
stretching her pussy to the tearing point. 

Opening her eyes, the girl found herself looking straight into Father 
Manzoni's face. Her heart skipped a beat. She had forgotten he was a priest. 
Now he was a vital, long-cocked stud, satisfying her, fucking her cunt with 
his prick while pinching and milking her nipples. Kathy felt her cunt 
cinching down on the priest's prick once again. 

"You're close to cumming, aren't you?" he asked, slowly pulling his prick 
out. 

"Ohhhhhhh, Father! When you pull it back like that ... real slow, it's ... 
God! It's like I'm dying. I know I'm gonna die ... oh, God!" 

Kathy couldn't answer him. She felt as if she were on the brink, about ready 
to cum her brains out once again. The humiliation had somehow added 
something to this fucking delight. The collar, the noose, the memory of 
having licked the priest's shoes before having been dragged to this hideous 
room all made this fucking somehow wonderful. "Uhhhhhh!" 

Kathy let her body bounce jerkily on the priest's thighs. Frothy bubbles of 
drool oozed from the corners of her lips as she felt herself slowly but 
steadily climbing toward sexual release. Her arms trembled against him, then 
fell to her sides as she wriggled atop Father Manzoni's lap. But now he was 
pulling out. 

"I'm close too, Kathy, very close. Here." 

He pulled all the way out, her cuntal muscles snapping wetly shut on thin 
air. Kathy let out a wail, her arms jerking out for the priest. She could 
see his prick-all long and red, the thick blue veins throbbing against his 
pink cock skin. And his cock was so wet-glistening with her pussy juices. 
How could he pull out like this and leave her high and dry? If it weren't 
for the noose still drawn tightly around her throat, she would have gone 
after him and begged to be fucked into climax. As it was, she sat at the 
edge of her stool, her legs kicking out, her throat being strangled slowly 
by the coarse hemp. Father Manzoni was doing something in the 
background-looking for something, she guessed. Her heart skipped a beat. 

"There, Kathy. I'm going to give you a choice." 

He sat back down, his prick still jerking up in time to the beating of his 
heart. Kathy narrowed her eyes, focusing them on a three-inch blade he held 
in front of her. She backed away in fright. 

"You'll have a choice. Use this on me, or on the rope above you. This is 
very sharp," he said, turning the blade slowly in front of her eyes. "You 
can try using this on me and avenge yourself, and probably strangle in the 
process. Or you can cut the rope above you when the time comes." 

"When the time comes?" 

"You'll see." 

Gripping the girl tightly by the thighs once more, he centered her winking 
cunthole over his prickhead. Kathy held her breath. Her arms spasmed the 
moment his prick brushed over her clit. And then he was fucking her once 
more, his cock stretching her, tugging at the slick folds and hollows of her 
pussy. At the same time, Father began strumming her clit, pushing the tiny 
trigger down, then letting it pop up between his fingers. Fucked and 
fingered at once! Kathy couldn't stop herself. She could have pissed from 
the excitement blasting through her body. Now his prick was slipping back 
again. She whined like a puppy through her burning, flared nostrils. That 
cock! It raped her cuntal walls, fucking her senseless there on the stool. 

"Soon ... uhhhhhh, Kathy, soon!" 

Father Manzoni was going to cum. She ground her asscheeks as much as she 
dared, nearly forgetting about the rough chafing of the hemp against her 
throat. Father's fucking tempo was building in rapidity and force. She was 
going to cum, too! Oh yes, she was going to climax! Kathy went wild, 
thinking about how it was going to feel having the priest's cum shooting 
against her convulsing cuntal walls. 

She dug her nails against her palms. How swollen and hot her clit was! 

"Now, Kathy, now!" 

There was scuffling under her. Just as the first white-hot blast of climax 
swept over her, Father kicked the stool out from under her. Her body fell 
several inches, then jerked to a halt, stopped by the taut rope now 
strangling the teenager. 

The stinging spasms still continued, even became amplified by the knotting 
of the rope around her neck. Kathy's eyes popped out, her arms jerking to 
either side. She gasped for air. But of course the strangling rope prevented 
any oxygen from getting to her lungs. Father was shooting in her, groaning, 
his cock spitting out his cum in her pussy while the noose was killing her. 

At that point he placed the knife in her right hand. 

"Cut the rope if you can, Kathy. Cut it, or kill me," he groaned with a 
laugh. 

For an instant the girl thought of plunging the blade squarely into the 
priest's ribs. But the choking rope let her know she would die if she didn't 
act fast. Swinging one arm up, she flailed about frantically, finally 
finding the rope with the knife. 

"Mmmfmmffff!" 

Her eyes were bulging out as she struggled for oxygen. There! She had turned 
the knife about so the steel was starting to cut through the hemp. Kathy 
worked quickly, sliding the knife back and forth, feeling the hemp parting 
under her efforts. Still her cunt convulsed around the cum-shooting prick, 
the power of her climax taking strength away from her hands. Biting down 
hard against her lower hp, Kathy struggled for concentration. Already the 
room had darkened. Her mind was getting dim. Air. She needed air! 

Frantically the girl sawed the knife back and forth, back and forth while 
Father finished dumping his load of spunk into her pussy. Just when she 
thought she would surely pass out from the strangling noose and die, Kathy 
felt the rope part. She fell heavily down onto the priest's lap, his cock 
fucking deep into her cunt. 

The blade tumbled to the floor while the rope hung loosely around her neck, 
"Ohhhh, fuck yeahhhh, Kathy, that was very good," Father Manzoni gasped as 
he fucked into her one more time. 

Kathy felt him holding her, keeping her on his lap as she swayed. She was 
gulping in air now. When she was able to control herself a little better, 
she steadied herself. Father still held her, running the backs of his 
fingers over her nipples. His prick was still in her cunt. 

"You performed very well, Kathy-better than most girls do here. We have to 
try this again some other time. Now, I think it's time for your bath." 

Kathy felt him pull his cock from her cunt. She shuddered as he shoved her 
back onto her stool. Rolling her eyes up, the girl saw the parted rope 
dangling above her. She could have died if she hadn't been so strong, so 
quick! 

Father untied the rope around her neck, examining the dark-pink marks around 
her throat and pronouncing them minor. Kathy didn't think so, but kept 
quiet. Dressing, the priest escorted her from the room and down the 
corridor. 

Kathy was exhausted. They had put her through so much today. Walking, she 
felt the slick rubbing of her cum-smeared cunt labes against one another. 
Some jizz oozed from her pussy slit, trickling down her thighs. Perhaps a 
nice warm bath would be nice before she returned to her tiny cell and her 
old woolen blanket. "In here, Kathy." 

She hadn't even been watching where Father Manzoni had been taking her. She 
had kept her head down, her long blonde hair falling over her face. A door 
opened in front of her. Father shoved her through the doorway. Kathy 
stumbled forward, pushing the hair from her face. She walked awkwardly. 
Tripping, the girl fell sprawling on her hands and knees on a white cement 
floor. There was an antiseptic smell about the place. 

Again shaking her hair from her eyes, the teenager saw it was a kind of 
shower room-large, the walls blindingly white-tiled, with four or five 
bright bulbs encased in wire mesh globes. Turning about, she saw Father 
O'Conner and Father Reilly there. Father O'Conner was unrolling a heavy 
fabric hose while Father Reilly was attaching a long brass nozzle to it. Her 
bath! Kathy skittered across the floor, her hands flying over her cunt. 

"I've already had her tonight," Father Manzoni said, covering a yawn with 
one hand. "I leave her to you. Good night, Fathers." The door closed. 

Kathy was about to say something, to beg for mercy, but a blast of hot water 
smashed into her ribcage. It was like being struck with a doubled fist. The 
two priests were playing a stream of scalding water over her body. Kathy 
struggled to her feet, holding both hands out to break the force of the 
stream. 

"No, no!" She skated and slipped on the wet floor, her tits wagging about 
and slapping against one another from the force of her movements. The 
glistening floor was like ice under her naked soles. "Stop it!" 

Her shrill voice echoed in the room as the priests laughed and kept on 
spraying her. 

"It's like washing pigs," Father O'Conner said. 

"Mother Superior wanted you cleaned up as much as possible. There won't be 
any dirt or cum on you when we get through with you." 

Kathy glared at him. She wanted to spit at them. 

But then the priests dropped the spray to her ankles, catching her 
unprepared. With a shout, Kathy slid backward, the water upending her. Now 
she was completely helpless. She knew she would never regain her standing 
position. They could do with her as they pleased. 

"Help!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Kathy still tried getting back on her feet once more. She turned her ass to 
the men, drawing her knees up while steadying herself as best she could. But 
the priests kept the blast of water at her asscheeks, reddening them with 
the hot, hard spray. She tumbled forward, striking her forehead on the 
concrete floor. 

"Look how she moves around. It's like watching a cripple struggling to get 
back in his wheelchair." 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

She tumbled to her side, rolling so her tits and cunt faced the Fathers. 
They dropped the stream, the spray hitting like a hammer on her clit. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" 

She felt the cum washing quickly from her pussy, the spray making her outer 
cuntlips flutter with the force. Kathy doubled up, her knees jerking to her 
belly. She opened-her mouth to scream just as a blast of lusty sensation 
paralyzed her. She could do nothing. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

The spray was hot enough to make the girl sweat under it. Somehow Kathy 
managed to roll onto her belly, trying to get her cunt away from the moving 
stream. Her long hair tangled around her neck, catching under her shoulders. 
She struggled to get the strands from around her throat. She thought of the 
rope, of that noose that had nearly strangled her, and she panicked in front 
of the priests. 

"She's going crazy with the spray," Father Reilly commented, playing the 
water up and down her belly. 

"Mother Superior was right. This one's like a street whore. We're going to 
have fun instructing her until she leaves." 

"Maybe we'll keep her here," Father Reilly mused, watching as Kathy 
crawfished back on the floor toward the tiled wall. 

"No, noooo!" Kathy gasped, her slick body sliding back on the concrete. 

It was awful, hideous that she would be feeling something as erotic as she 
was. Her flesh reddened as the roaring water struck her chilled body. Father 
O'Conner took the hose now, directing the main flow against all parts of her 
body. The screaming teenager tried to keep her face and tits away. But there 
was no chance of keeping any part of her body free from the water. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" 

Turning her head, Kathy looked at the priests once more. Thick clouds of 
steam rolled from waist-level to the ceiling. They hid the men's faces. But 
when the clouds became less thick, she could see their savage eyes. 

"No!" 

Her shout was drowned out by the splashing sound of the water. The hose 
blasted now against Kathy's tits. Her nipples tingled, pressing into the 
moist flesh of her tits under the stream. She felt the mass of her tits 
aching with lust. It was odd. She had just cum and cum hard with that wild 
fucking from Father Manzoni. And now this hosing was bringing her up again. 
She lay on her back, sobbing as the priest played the hose from her tits to 
her cunt. She put her hands over her face. The shame of what was happening 
to her made her wish she could crawl into some hole and disappear. 

"Rutting. That's what she's doing, Father. She's rutting like a damned bitch 
dog," Father O'Conner said, watching as Kathy once more tried wriggling away 
from the water. 

"That's all she's good for. Some women are made for marriage and a family. 
This one's good only for fucking. Right, Kathy? That's what you do best, 
fucking. And she's only a novice at it." 

The words made her tremble even more than the water. She fought to regain 
her standing position yet again. But one sweep of the spray against her 
ankles and she was back on her ass once more. 

"Oh, stop, stop this!" 

The spray got back down to her pussy. The priest was playing it around her 
clit-zone. Kathy couldn't help it when her hips rose and fell, rose and fell 
in soft, fucking movements. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and 
lust. She let her upraised knees fall open as if she were about to receive 
yet another cock. The girl tried to stop the insane growth of her cuntal 
heat by holding her hands over her pussy. But soon she found her fingers 
straying down in her hot cunthole, fucking herself, touching her clit again 
and again. 

"Look! She's fucking herself with her damned fingers! We're really turning 
this one on hard with the water," Father Reilly laughed. 

"Christ! We'll both be able to fuck her at the same time when we get through 
with this." 

Kathy knew she was sitting there, rutting in front of them. There was some 
comfort in knowing there was little she could do. She was helpless, sitting 
there, being sprayed by the forceful hot stream. 

"Uhhhh ... ohhh, no!" 

The lowering clouds of steam in the room began to hide her from their gaze. 
Kathy put one fist to her mouth and gnawed on her knuckles. The girl didn't 
want them to see her starting to cum. And it wouldn't be long before the 
climax building in her cunt went off. She could feel that familiar itching 
throbbing that was pulling the strength from all parts of her body. She felt 
that unmistakable tension in her crotch, the slow opening and closing of her 
cuntal muscles. She cinched her eyes shut and lay there, completely exposed 
to the water. Kathy hoped the men would stop when she started to cum. If 
they kept on, she knew she wouldn't be able to resist anything they did to 
her until her climax stopped. 

Kathy twisted her hips around, trying now to get the full force of the hot 
stream. The hot, tight feeling in her cunt was sharpening to a needle-like 
pang as the water beat steadily at her clit. She writhed on the floor, 
trying to get the stinging flow onto her cuntal mouth. 

"Look at the little slut! She can't get enough of this," Father O'Conner 
said. 

"It was the same when I roped and mouth-fucked the bitch," Father Reilly 
answered, moving the stream down, then back up to her pussy. "She kept on 
begging for more. Christ, nearly burned my cock up." 

Priests talking like this! It made her head spin with wild feelings as she 
ground her teeth together. She tried to force her climax as the water played 
tantalizingly with her cunt. 

"No, no, no more, no more!" 

But Kathy wanted more. A quick move of the priest's arm swept the water over 
her nipples, then back to her cunt. The sudden cessation of the heat in her 
cunt made the rising wall of lust inside her slip a notch. Then the renewed 
blast from the hot stream shot it higher than before. Father was taking 
careful aim with the hose, his moves adding to the lusty rush of sensations 
all through the girl's jerking body. 

Again Father blasted the stream across her belly and onto her tits. Kathy 
felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time. The spray made them 
feel as if someone were strumming her tit tips, making them hard, so very 
hard and itchy! 

"Uhhhhh, no, it's wrong...." 

But all she could do was endure the stream that was back down to her cunt 
once more. This time, the water opened the flesh around her clit. It felt 
like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal mound. Kathy 
groaned, tensing herself to speed up her oncoming climax. 

"No, no, no!" 

"She's going to cum, Father." 

"Watch her now," Father Reilly said, dropping the hose from the girl. 

Kathy let out a yelp of frustration, feeling her cunt slackening almost 
painfully as the hose spattered water to her right. Rolling over, the girl 
crawled to the area where the stream was spraying. She could have shrieked 
with frustration. Father Reilly now played the hose between her spread 
thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her cunt. Water bounced from 
the floor to bathe her asscheeks. Kathy cried out, jerking her ass up. 

"Ohhhhhhh, God! God!" 

Now the force of the water had aroused all parts of the girl's body. She was 
quivering on the brink of climax. The blonde teenager had never felt such a 
wild need to cum in her life! Even the insides of her thighs ached for 
release from the pressure in her cunt. Kathy dragged herself a little closer 
to the stream, feeling the increase of the flow against her clit and thighs. 
"Fuck, fuck!" 

"Listen to her, Father O'Conner. She's cumming with the stream." 

"I never saw anything like it. She'd cum with anything up her cunt!" 

The whole top of her cunt seemed to be tied up in cramping knots of 
expectation, waiting for that last push over the edge. She rolled her hips, 
circling her ass around, looking for that last small piece of hot sensuality 
that would send her into orgasm. 

"Now, Father, away from it," Father O'Conner said, watching as Kathy jerked 
and screamed the moment the water moved from her pussy. 

"No, no, no ... want ... want!" 

She was a wild woman now, wild for fucking, wild for anything that would 
bring her off. She had to have that climax. She could hear the priests 
laughing even harder as she crawled for the water. All Kathy Wanted was to 
have that powerful stream of water bring her off. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

The gut-wrenching spasms had started. She had done it, had managed to twist 
her thighs around so the hot stream landed squarely on her clit-zone. Her 
legs shot apart, her hands braced on either side of her ass. She was 
hunching up, jerking her pussy Up to the stream, fucking it as hard as she 
could. 

Up and down, up and down the girl fucked, the balls of her feet braced in 
front of her while her wet asscheeks slapped wetly against the floor. The 
sound of the rushing water drowned out her curses. Kathy strangled on her 
sobs, her breath driven from her by the strength of her climax. The bright, 
steamy room seemed to darken. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Her flesh was painfully tight, stretched over her bones and muscles by the 
tension of her climax. The hardness of her nipples hurt. Kathy somehow 
managed to reach the wall behind her, reaching up, still clawing to get 
away. 

"Uhhhh ... oh God, Pm cumming!" 

Kathy felt the room darkening completely all around her. The pulsing in her 
pussy grew worse and worse. It was as if the entire world were being sucked 
into her cunt. She climbed the wall, her head lolling back while her body 
jerked to the spasms of her cum. Father Reilly blasted the hose right 
between her asscheeks, sending the stinging spray right up into her shitter. 
The girl's legs flew out from under her while her belly smacked wetly 
against the hot, slick tiles. 

She slid down into the small gutter at the edge of the floor. She felt the 
running water over her fingertips as she still tried to crawl away. More 
water up her asshole! More spasms. Then the white-tiled wall in front of her 
grew black. The water stopped, and the girl fell into a sudden silence. 

"Did she pass out?" Father O'Conner asked, coiling the hose while Father 
Reilly walked up to check the girl out. 

"No. She's fine. Just tired. I think she should rest for a while before we 
resume her training. She's been fed and washed for the night. Come on, 
Kathy. It's time for you to rest." 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Someone was carrying her. Her head rocked from side to side. Kathy caught 
glimpses of overhead light globes. They carried her down the corridor, the 
echoing walls of the stairwell amplified by the breathing of the men who 
held her. She was half-wrapped in a coarse blanket that scratched her skin. 
The teenager had no idea where on earth she was in the building. 

"In here." 

Kathy opened her eyes a bit. This wasn't her cell! Father Reilly had been 
carrying Kathy, along with some help from his friend. They put her down, 
resting her heavily against Father O'Conner. Kathy could hardly stand. She 
blinked her eyes completely open now. The room was large and bare except for 
ringbolts drilled into the wall. In the center of the ceiling was a pulley 
assembly. It was there they took Kathy, making her stand under it. 

Father Reilly pulled the blanket from her, leaving her completely naked. He 
was about to say something when the door creaked open. Scuffling sounds 
outside caught Kathy's attention. It was Eve being shoved through the 
doorway by a frowning Mother Superior. When she saw Kathy, she nodded. The 
girl appeared frightened, but managed a wan smile. It was then Kathy 
remembered her first day when she saw the girls being tied up and 
tormented-her first day of abuse. This would be her "rest." 

"There, now, give me your wrist. Mother's brought Eve here to keep you 
company all night. You two can chat-just like a pajama party." 

Father Reilly slipped a broad band around her right wrist, then brought it 
up while Father O'Conner attached it to the pulley rope. There were grinding 
sounds. The young priest was at the winch, turning it until the rope grew 
taut. He tightened the rope until the naked girl stood on her toes, her 
right hand strained high above her head. Kathy groaned, feeling the muscles 
pull and tighten from the strain. It was far from comfortable. How did they 
expect her to rest like this? 

"Oh no, no, not again." 

Mother Superior wasted no time in backing Eve against the wall and locking 
the metal collar about her neck. It was high above the floor, forcing the 
teenager to stand on her toes to keep from choking. She couldn't take one 
single step forward or to either side. She had to stand there straight and 
erect and face Kathy as she teetered on her toes. 

"Good night, Fathers," Mother Superior said, bowing politely and leaving the 
room. Father Reilly's eyes followed her out the door. 

"She's a good fuck, by the way. Wild, but knows what to do." 

"Going to have her some day," Father O'Conner said, tightening the rope 
again around Kathy's wrist. 

"Oh!" 

The fatigue she had felt earlier disappeared now under the pain. She turned 
back to the priests, watching as they raised her higher and higher until she 
hung suspended by the wrist about two feet above the wooden floor. Tears 
rolled from her eyes. The cuff around her wrist hurt so! She thought the 
muscles in her arms would part from the weighty strain of her hanging body. 

"Now, for the rest." 

Next an anklet was fastened around Kathy's right ankle, another around her 
left wrist. Father Reilly raised her leg and bent it back until the ball of 
her foot brushed against her fingertips. Kathy groaned, twisting her head 
around and looking at Eve for comfort. 

"Almost through, Kathy." 

Father Reilly attached the wrist and ankle bands together with one link. Now 
the sobbing girl hung from one wrist, her other wrist and the opposite ankle 
joined at her lower back. Her left foot hung there without support. 

Father O'Conner went to a small chest by the doorway and opened the top, 
rummaging around for a short while. Kathy turned around and around, feeling 
as if she were a body hung out in the wind to slowly twist. He brought out a 
four-inch diameter pole attached to a broad square platform, the pole being 
rounded at the top. This he carefully placed under the foot that was the 
only part of Kathy that wasn't tied. It was high enough so the foot could 
find a resting place on the top. Kathy realized immediately that to rest 
weight on the pole might be more painful than to hang by the wrist without 
support. It was going to be a cruel choice she would have to make. 

Father Reilly looked over his work with approval. 

"I'll leave you two together now. You've got a lot to talk about. We'll be 
in to check every now and then," he said, clapping his friend on the 
shoulder. They left through the door, looking back once again to watch Kathy 
fumbling her foot around the pole. 

"Ohhhhh, God!" 

It was a terrible punishment for her. Kathy found herself swinging toward 
Eve. 

"It must hurt a lot," Eve managed to say. 

"I hate them. How I hate them," Kathy said, her voice already weak. "I'll 
get back-I swear I will!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Angrily Kathy bounced her body against the rope suspending her, immediately 
feeling the band cutting through her wrist flesh. The punished girl let her 
head fall to one side. Her features were drawn and fatigued as the pain in 
her arms and shoulders increased every moment. Twice the priests came in, 
fondled her cunt, laughed as she groaned, then walked away. Father Reilly 
had bent to suck Eve's tits, sticking one finger in her pussy and another up 
her ass as she writhed helplessly against the wooden wall. 

"Later for you, bitch," he growled, slapping her hard across the face, then 
walking from the room. 

Kathy moved her foot around several times, trying to slip it over the pole 
and thus relieve the tearing pressure in her arm. She managed to raise 
herself on the horrid object for a few minutes. Then the arch of her foot 
felt as if it would be speared by the pole. It was then when she kicked 
free, preferring to swing freely from the pulley assembly above. 

Turning around again, she saw Eve perspiring, struggling to keep on her toes 
and thus prevent the iron collar from choking her. How long had they 
remained like this? Kathy had no idea. She cried out, unable to stand it. 
Let them fuck her to death. Let them whip her into submission. She simply 
could not remain hanging in this manner and remain sane. 

"Help! Help!" 

She kept screaming at the top of her voice until finally the door opened 
once more and Father Reilly stepped in. 

"What's all the damned shouting about? You expect the nuns to sleep with 
this kind of racket?" 

"It hurts me, so. I can't take any more! Oh please, Father, take me down. 
I'll do anything. I swear I will. Just take me down!" 

Father Reilly studied her with interest, but with the same dispassionate 
smile. 

"You're killing her! And me too!" Eve cried from the corner. 

Father Reilly shook his head and grinned, walking over to the hanging girl 
and running his fingers over her thighs. 

"You won't rest if you keep shouting, Kathy. You'll need all your strength 
for tomorrow." 

There was nothing she could say. They were going to torment her until she 
dropped. Turning her head, she let the tears roll softly, silently, down her 
flushed cheeks, praying to God to let her faint rather than continue this 
horrible life. 

"But I can sympathize with your problem. She stays," he said, pointing to 
the strangling Eve imperiously. "But you can go." 

Moving to the winch, the priest slowly lowered Kathy to the ground, 
unbinding her, then sliding the blanket over her shoulders and leading her 
from the room. For a while Kathy thought Father was simply taking her from 
one form of torture to another. But soon they reached her cell and he 
slipped her inside, wishing her goodnight as if he had taken her home. 

Skittering to her cot, Kathy huddled in one corner, drawing the blanket over 
her shivering body. She couldn't seem to get warm enough in that cold, tiny 
room, even with two blankets wrapped tightly around her. Closing her eyes, 
the girl could still see Eve pressed against the wall, her neck stretched, 
her face red and bloated from the effort of trying to keep from choking. 

Now in the dark and silence she could feel every pain, every jerking ache 
that throbbed through her body. And even more than that, she could feel her 
cunt being aroused if she simply remembered what had happened to her. 

When she awoke the teen realized she must have slept for a long, long time. 
It was bright outside, possibly well past nine or so. Blinking her eyes wide 
open, she looked about the cell, still unable to believe she was in this 
house of horrors for nothing! Smiling bitterly, Kathy wondered what her 
mother would think if she were to find out half of what she'd endured so 
far. Fucking Bobby in the middle of the public theater would be nothing 
compared to what else she had done. 

Kathy's reverie was interrupted by sounds outside her door. Drawing the 
blanket protectively to her chin, Kathy turned on her right side, pretending 
to be asleep. There was the jangling of keys, then the squeak of the bolt 
being drawn back. 

"She's asleep, poor thing," she heard Mother Superior whisper. 

"But you know today she's to continue," Kathy heard Sister Baptriste 
whisper. 

"I know," Mother responded, her voice seeming to brighten at the thought. 
"Kathy! Kathy! Time to get up. You'll want your breakfast." 

There was no escape. Sleepily the girl pulled back the blanket, looking 
pleadingly at Mother. 

"Can I please have some clothes to wear? I ... I don't feel right walking 
around like this," she begged, gesturing at her naked body. 

"When you deserve clothes, you'll get them. Right now you're nothing better 
than an animal," Sister Baptriste shot back. 

"Sister's right ... if sometimes a little blunt. Come on, dear, up, up from 
the bed. Sister, the leash." 

Once more they slipped the dog leash around her collar, leading her from the 
cell, stark naked down the hall. Again she saw the other girls shuffling 
around, all similarly bound. The priests were at the far end finishing their 
morning coffee. Father Manzoni looked up and grinned, putting down his cup. 

"This one has an affinity for the cross. She wants to imitate the Christ," 
he said, making the others laugh. 

Kathy reddened, turning away and bending over. In a moment she was sliding 
around the floor on her hands and knees, once again picking up the scraps 
the priests and nuns brushed from the table for her. When she had reached 
the priests' end of the table, Father Reilly raised one foot, placing it 
squarely on her neck. 

He pushed down hard but Kathy resisted, her elbows bowing out. She pushed 
up, perspiration dotting her forehead. But the priest was, of course, 
stronger. Bracing himself against the table, he pushed down until Kathy was 
flattened on the floor. The nuns stopped eating, bending forward, watching. 

"Kathy must be taught Obedience," Mother said approvingly, lending her foot 
to the task. 

"Uh!" 

Kathy felt the rounded toe of the nun's black shoe being slipped into her 
asscrack. Each time she wriggled on the floor, the black polished leather 
toe slipped into her crevice. In a moment she felt that thing sliding into 
her asshole. Mother was laughing softly, drawing her foot back, then 
slipping it in. The gray/pink wrinkled flesh of Kathy's ass was stretching, 
easing open for the shoe. 

Kathy's eyes bulged out, her nostrils flaring. 

She clawed the clean floor, crying out for them to stop this madness. Father 
Reilly only pressed the sole of his shoe down harder, almost breaking her 
neck. Kathy let out another cry and humped up. That was enough for Mother 
Superior to kick her way into her asshole. Kathy thought the nun would 
surely tear her shitter lining. 

"Noooooo!" Kathy howled as Father cleaned his shoes on her back. 

"I think she's had enough breakfast now, Sister. Let's proceed with her." 

Mother Superior moved away while the priests gathered Kathy from the floor. 
As she stood, the girl looked around and saw Eve. She breathed a sigh of 
relief. The girl had survived another day. There was a long red stripe 
around her neck, an indication of what she had endured the night before. 
Father O'Conner pushed her forward and reluctantly Kathy marched away from 
the refectory, her stomach still grumbling from lack of food. 

"I'll do the honors this time, Fathers. I think she's nearing the point when 
we don't have to worry about Kathy responding to our treatment any longer," 
Father Manzoni said, stepping in front of Father Reilly. "Besides, you, 
Father Reilly, have to see Monsignor about more funding for Saint Timothy's. 
I'm sure your report will indicate that we need more money." More laughter. 

Father Manzoni took her back to one of the treatment rooms, as he called 
them laughingly. It was the same one she had been in last night. There was 
the pulley assembly, empty now. Kathy shrank back. 

"No, I'm not going to hang you from the ceiling today. I've got other 
plans." 

He stood her to one side of the assembly, Kathy still eying the pulleys. 
Father Manzoni moved to one point of the room, reaching down and pulling out 
a small metal case. Opening it, he slipped out a cigarette and pushed it 
into his mouth. He noticed Kathy's surprised look. 

"After all you've been through, you're surprised to see a priest smoke? I 
don't do it much. But there's a purpose to this." 

Lighting it, Father Manzoni indicated a small table to the left with a 
gesture of one hand. Kathy knew automatically he wanted her to get on it and 
she did so as he unhitched her leash and let it fall to the ground. 

"On your back. That seems to be the most natural position for you." 

Kathy did his bidding, her head dangling over the edge of the table while 
her ankles hung over the front end. Father Manzoni stood by the right side, 
the burning cigarette in one hand. 

"You enjoyed the heat standing there on the cross, didn't you?" 

"No," Kathy gasped, her eyes wandering to the cigarette and her breath 
becoming more and more shallow. 

The tips of her tits were long and pink, waiting to be rubbed up into 
glowing nubs. Kathy knew Father Manzoni had something up his sleeve. He was 
going to fuck her. 

"That's good. Women should enjoy warmth. Better a hot bitch than a woman of 
ice," Father Manzoni mused, examining Kathy. "And I like a hot woman like 
you, Kathy. I like your nipples, your cunt. Did you know a nipple can glow 
just like a cigarette?" 

"No, don't...." 

Staring wide-eyed at the cigarette, the terrified girl watched as he lowered 
it to within two inches of her right tit-tip. Kathy squirmed uncomfortably 
on the table, her flesh prickling with dreadful expectation. Kathy sucked in 
a deep breath and held it until her eyes started to swim. Father was 
standing there very still, watching her growing terror. 

Then he brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her nipple. 
Kathy wrinkled her forehead, her fingers clutching the end of the table. She 
could feel the heat from the cigarette starting to burn her nipple. The 
acrid smell from the burning tobacco stung her nose and eyes. She wanted to 
turn her head away but she had to watch that cigarette as it dropped a 
fraction of an inch at a time. "No!" 

"Come on, Kathy. You love this. You enjoy the pain. Your cunt's nearly as 
hot as this cigarette is, isn't it?" 

To illustrate his point Father Manzoni passed one hand lightly over her 
frazzled blonde cuntal hairs. Kathy felt the fuzz moving whisper-soft 
against her pussy flesh. Tremors erupted in her cunt, making her wince. 
Father laughed, knowing full well what was happening inside her. 

"I thought so. You can't hide yourself from me and the others. We've been 
doing this far too long, you little hypocrite." 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

Kathy screwed her eyes up as if she were trying to peer into her soul. Yes, 
she was feeling excitement, that stinging arousal that made her squirm 
against the table. A shiver coursed through her body and Father smiled more 
broadly, dropping the burning tobacco to her nipple. 

Kathy felt the pressure of the cigarette first. Staring wide-eyed at it, she 
couldn't believe he had done such a terrible thing. Then there was a kind of 
icy shock that raced through her injured nipple. That was followed by a 
blast of hot, agonizing pain that seemed to tear her mind from its roots. 

"Eaaghghghghghghhggggg!" 

Kathy nearly fell from the table, her legs kicking out while she slapped the 
offending hand away. Father Manzoni laughed as the cigarette flew from his 
hand at the blow. Kathy rolled halfway over, drawing one hand over her right 
nipple and rubbing it lovingly. She looked over one shoulder, watching the 
priest pick up the cigarette and look at her. 

"On your back." 

"No!" 

Kathy defied him, still covering her injured tit. Father Manzoni's smile 
dropped, his body stiffening at this defiance. Walking to her, he raised one 
hand, bringing it down with a wild force against her right cheek. It had 
happened too quickly for the girl to brace herself. She watched the opened 
palm coming down at her in a broad arc, the sound of his fingers whooshing 
through the fetid air. 

It hit her hard, nearly dislocating her jaw. Kathy screamed, the hot, 
stinging pain against her cheek bringing more tears from her eyes. The force 
of the blow knocked her onto her back. She was open to him once more, 
staring stunned at the white ceiling. Father took advantage of the situation 
very quickly. "Uhhhhhhh!" 

Kathy blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to regain her consciousness. She 
looked from the cigarette to the priest's face. His eyes glittered. Lowering 
it to her skin, he dragged it along the ridged tendon up, up toward her 
cunt. She writhed Against the table, wanting to slap the hand away once more 
but afraid to. He would only strike her again. 

Kathy strained to be silent, not wanting to give this terrible man the 
benefit of her horror. But the line of agonizing pain was moving closer and 
closer to her cunt. She raised her trembling head a little, watching him 
burn his way to her pussy. There was a light red line behind the cigarette, 
an indication of the burn she was suffering. Small whimpers moved past her 
lips. 

"That's it, Kathy, don't hold it in. The worst thing is to hold it in," he 
advised. 

She would hold it in until the Second Coming if she could! There was nothing 
in the world she would rather do than defy this man and his kept whores, 
Mother Superior and the others. There was a whispering crackle, the sign 
that the first few curly hairs on her cunt were burning. The smell of singed 
hair added to the pdor of the tobacco. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

The pain was mind-blinding. Kathy shivered, her shoulder blades wallowing 
against the hard table. With a tearing pain in her throat her breath went 
out, dragging a moan with it. 

"There, Kathy. Doesn't that feel better? Don't you feel more relaxed after 
having shown how you feel?" Father Manzoni asked. 

Kathy wanted to scratch out his eyes. Instead she lay quietly on the table, 
looking at his black cassock, his white collar, wondering how this man of 
God could perform such hellish things on her. 

"Now, for this." 

He moved the cigarette to within an inch of the bottom junction of her 
pussylips. Kathy jerked back, sitting up and staring wildly at him. 

"No, no, you won't burn my cunt! God in heaven, I'll kill you before you ... 
uhhhhh!" 

Father Manzoni drew back his right hand once more, back-handing the girl. 
His bruising knuckles caught her chin, knocking her head violently to the 
left. Kathy's body twisted around, rolling off the table and crashing into a 
crumpled heap to the floor. She could hear the priest swearing. Hands 
gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her up, shoving her hard against the 
table. Again he slapped her, snapping her head from left to right so 
violently the girl thought he would rip it off. 

"You still haven't learned, have you? I'll be your teacher this time around, 
bitch!" 

In a moment Kathy found herself back on the table, too stunned to fight 
back. More rope, more line to burn her flesh with! He slipped half-inch cord 
around both wrists, stretching her arms over her head and cinching them 
tightly to the legs of the table. The cord was thin and it cut into her 
flesh. The more she struggled, the more it pained her. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Next her ankles were bound to her thighs, her knees straight up in the air. 
Kathy felt a cramp but could do nothing about it. Father Manzoni moved 
quickly now, forming a loop and slipping it around one knee, then ran the 
rope under the table and slipped it around the other knee. The double noose 
would keep the girl from clamping her legs together. 

"You won't feel so willing to struggle against me now." 

As she watched, Father Manzoni undressed. She wasn't disappointed. The man 
she had fantasized in her dreams, the man who had mouth-fucked her as she 
lay pinned against the chapel's crucifix, was the same handsome man in front 
of her now. 

"This'll keep you open." 

He moved around to that small chest, pulling out what appeared to be several 
screwback earrings and a riding crop. Moving around to the front, the priest 
took the first object, pressing it against her right cuntlip. Kathy groaned, 
lifting her ass off the table as much as she could. He was screwing it onto 
her cuntlip tightly, then moving around and screwing another to her other 
labe. When he let them fall to either side, he was leaving her wide open. 
Kathy growled and moaned. More pain, more fucking. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Kathy squirmed, her ass pinching against the rough splinters on the table. 
Now Father started attaching heavy metal rings to her nipples, screwing them 
on the same way. The one attached to her right nipple particularly hurt 
because of the cigarette of moments before. She clenched her teeth, refusing 
to scream as he compressed her nubs. 

"Now, for some fun." 

Father stepped back, gripping the riding crop and wielding it over his head. 
Kathy cringed, breathing in gasps as her eyes took in the horrible object. 
He was going to beat her like this, whip her like a fallen horse, and there 
was nothing she could do but accept it. "Noooooo!" 

The crop came down with a resounding smash. She felt the leather thongs bite 
like jagged shark's teeth into her left thigh. It was horrible. 

"Eaaaaayagghhghghhhh!" 

Kathy couldn't keep in her pain any longer. She screamed again and again, 
writhing like a mad woman against the cutting cords. The table scraped over 
the floor from the movements of her body. 

"Noooo!" 

Father Manzoni cocked his arm back a second time, pausing for a moment for 
Kathy's screams to die down. He knew the best effect was to time the blows 
correctly to bring out the most pain in the victim. When Kathy stared dully 
up at him, he knew it was time. 

"Yaghhghghhhh!" 

A second blow, off to her right slightly. It bruised the inner fold of her 
cuntlip, then burned into the flesh of her thigh. The tugging of those 
horrid screws on her labes seemed to intensify the pain even more. She cried 
out, her shrieks and screams bouncing off the walls and returning to her 
mockingly. 

"No, no more! Oh God in heaven, no more! I can't take any more." 

Her words came out in a jumble, barely understandable above the sobs. She 
couldn't clamp her thighs together to keep that leather from injuring her 
pussy. She was helpless, open to the man. First the cigarette, now this! 
Kathy groaned, rolling her ass against the restrictive rope. Again the 
beating thong, again a scream. He kept on hitting her, whipping her tender 
flesh again and again. Soon he was raising welts along her thighs. 

"Eaghhghghghghhh!" 

Kathy threw her head back, letting out bellow after bellow until her throat 
was raw from all the screaming. Her muscles tensed, pressing out roundly 
against her sweaty-damp flesh. When he brought the crop down on her clit, 
Kathy thought the world would end for her. Blinding shocks of pleasure/pain 
shot through her body, knocking the wind from her lungs. Father Manzoni 
laughed, now bringing the crop down on her soft, flat, white belly. He 
criss-crossed his blows, leaving long red marks. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" 

Fires of hell raged through the girl. But those agonizing flames were also 
tingling her with delight. Each time Father brought the riding crop down 
between her thighs, the thrill grew while the pain seemed more and more 
deadened. 

"Go on, Kathy, beg for me to stop," Father said breathlessly, stopping the 
beating for a moment. 

"No, no, never!" 

He wanted that. He wanted her to give in. But she would never do it-not to 
his face. 

"Good bitch! That's what I like about you. You don't give in." 

He dropped the crop on the table, throwing himself onto her bruised body. 
She lay squirming on the table, feeling his mouth searching for hers. He 
clamped down hard on her lips, biting them, drawing blood while hunching 
into her. She could feel that fat head shoving against her cuntlips, forcing 
them open while his balls brushed over the metal screws. It was a horror 
that made her hair stand on end-but it was a horror that excited her as 
well. The teen writhed against the table, loving the stretched feeling the 
ropes gave her body. 

"No! No!" 

He drew back, bringing the flat of one hand against her right cheek, then 
back-handing her left. Kathy felt the heat of his slaps as she had before. 
But now there was no longer the pain that had been connected with them. Now 
there was a wonderful heat flaming through her. Those flames were turning 
into burning tongues of pleasure. 

"Kathy wants to be fucked like a wild woman. She'll get her wish." 

Taking the crop, he jammed one end of it under her ass, sliding it up, up 
until the handle was pressed squarely up against her asshole. Kathy's mouth 
opened, her eyes blinking wide. Her breathing stopped as her face became a 
mask of terrible concentration. He was trying to fuck her asshole with that 
thing! 

"Nooo ... ahghghghghhghhhh!" 

Father Manzoni was very strong and very determined. He refused to be 
defeated by the teen's tight little asshole. Angling the crop a little 
differently, he kept on turning the leather-bound instrument of pain around 
and around like a screwdriver, continually pressing up and in. Kathy felt 
her flesh being rubbed raw by the steady moving friction. In a moment her 
sphincter gave up.- 

"Ahh-hhhhh!" 

He had done it! He had fucked her ass with that crop, screwing it in, 
shoving the leather handle up into her bowels while laughing into her face. 

"Now you'll be fucked at both ends-like a woman should. Too bad Father 
O'Conner and Father Reilly couldn't be here. One could fuck your mouth as 
well." 

"No fuck ... no fuck." 

But Kathy would have killed for a fuck at this point. She loved having the 
thing up her ass as she loved the feeling of Father's prickhead against her 
cunt. 

"You want fucking, Kathy. You want it as badly as you want air to breathe," 
he growled, biting her lips again, shoving his tongue down deep in her 
throat while reaching up and gripping her large, hard-nippled tits. Her body 
squirmed and strained under his hands as he wriggled his tongue down into 
her mouth. 

"Mmfmfmfmfffff!" 

Kathy was drowning in her own spittle as she struggled for breath. She felt 
his tongue attacking every pink ridge and hollow inside her mouth. Then he 
began gripping her long blonde hair, tugging and tearing at it until she 
screamed into his mouth with pain. Father Manzoni laughed, then let go, 
concentrating now on her asshole, her pussy, and her tits. 

"Uhfhhfhfhfhhfhff!" 

The pressure of his fingers against her asscheeks inflamed her more and more 
as the sexual feelings in her pussy nearly exploded. He was squeezing his 
hunk of cockmeat into her now, stretching her open with that wonderful prick 
while reaching around and screwing the crop yet farther into her ass. Fucked 
at both ends. It was marvelous! Kathy let out a whooshing gasp, her spine 
arching while Father kept on shoving his prickmeat into her convulsing 
pussy. 

"Good, good Kathy. That's it. Keep on milking your cunt against my prick 
like that. Shit, I've never had anyone do that!" 

The squeezing, pinching pressure of the screws against her cuntlips and 
nipples added to the flush of pleasure stinging her clit. Instinctively 
Kathy knew the climax she would experience soon would be all that much 
greater because of the pain and abuse she had had to endure. 

"Great, Kathy, great!" 

His mouth was ah over her face, his lips kissing her, his tongue delving 
back into her mouth. And though her body reveled in all of it, the touch of 
the priest's mouth and fingers made the teen feel disgust-at herself and at 
him. The pain he caused her was welcomed when compared to his hands and 
lips. He let his fingers slide over her supple body again and again. She 
groaned as he tweaked her stretched nipples, using the flats of his palms to 
massage her outstretched clit. She could feel the heat coming from it where 
his riding crop had slapped her again and again! "No!" 

Hate swirled about Kathy's mind. She hated him beyond belief. But yet those 
kisses, those caresses were pushing her higher and higher. And always his 
prick chugged through her cunt, stretching her, filling her with such 
delight. The mass of tension in her belly swelled to a balloon. If only she 
could put her arms around the priest! But that was one thing he wouldn't 
allow. 

"Uhhhhhhhhh!" 

His fingernails dug into her ass and Kathy felt all the nerves in the round, 
lusty asscheeks standing on end, raw to the touch. There were times again 
when he fucked the crop hard into her ass. That was when the teen let out a 
lusty growl, backing into the thing, actually wanting more of his instrument 
of torment in her ass. 

It was making her cunt seem hotter than ever! The insides of her thighs 
chilled and burned while more and more cunt juice dripped out, squishing 
from her pussyhole in a fine spray and wetting down Father's swinging, hard 
balls. Kathy felt her body turning into a rubbery, melting mass while that 
whirling ball of hunger grew and grew at the center of her mind. 

"Uhhhhuhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" 

She tossed her hips as much as she could, loving the cutting sensation the 
ropes gave her arms and legs. The jiggling, rocking motion of the table made 
their fucking ah the more exciting. She could feel her excitement about to 
peak, just when Father Manzoni twisted the crop and started pulling it from 
her asshole. "Nooooooofffffff!" 

He silenced her with his tongue, pistoning his prickmeat into her with wild 
abandon. His fucking movements were sliding the table across the floor but 
neither of them cared. How her cunt-mouth burned from the fucking friction! 
And how she loved the pain of it. An angry fire started at the mouth of her 
pussy. Kathy wanted to hold back, to enjoy more of this fucking, but the 
gathering rush in her veins was too strong. Her whole belly seemed to bulge 
with prickmeat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, feeling Father ram 
down hard into her pussy. Just when the priest gripped the riding crop and 
yanked it from her ass with a sucking wet pop Kathy came. 

"Yaghghghghghhhh!" 

The cutting, cumming pleasure was so keen, so sharp it hurt! At the same 
time she felt his jizz spattering down deep inside her. Father Manzoni was 
swearing at her, pinching her, throwing the crop away and beating his fists 
against the convulsing girl as he shot and shot and shot. It was wonderful, 
the best feeling ever! 

Kathy threw back her head and shouted at the top of her lungs while her cunt 
gripped the priest's shooting cock and held it like a fist. 

"Christ! Goddamn it, you little slut!" 

Kathy was all cunt-hot, wet, milking, holding onto the swearing Catholic 
priest as they came and came and came. The last thing Kathy knew was that 
she had been fucked hard, the hardest and best she had ever been fucked 
since she had been dumped into this vile institution. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Three days had gone by with no one so much as touching her. Kathy had done 
menial chores, scrubbing the kitchen floor, sweeping the refectory. She had 
even been allowed to wear a coarse dress, although she missed having her own 
clothes. Once or twice she caught Mother Superior staring at her. The older 
woman broke into a cynical smile and nodded in approval as Kathy shuffled 
by, making certain her eyes were always lowered in obedience. 

"Good, good, my dear. I'm glad the priests have taught you something, 
although I like to think we had something to do with it at the start." 

On the fourth day Kathy was allowed some freedom, moving about from her cell 
to her place of work, the scullery. It was then she thought of escaping. She 
would bolt this awful place and tell the world about it. 

Then halfway down the long corridor Kathy paused, lowering her head in 
thought. Who would believe her? Wouldn't they say she was sick, or angry at 
the very people trying to help her. The authorities would return her and 
Mother Superior would treat her worse than ever. By the time the girl 
reached the scullery, she was determined to endure whatever the nuns and 
priests threw at her, that it was far better than risking an escape and its 
resultant horrors. 

Kathy had just finished stacking the dirty luncheon dishes when Mother 
Superior came in through the back door. She was wearing her leather outfit, 
having shed the pious long black dress and wimple. Kathy stared at her, her 
mouth dropping open. She had nearly forgotten how strikingly attractive 
Mother was without the flowing robes. She must have been forty and yet there 
was not a stretch mark, not a blemish, not a sag in her taut flesh. Kathy 
wiped her hands on her dress, staring quietly, waiting for a command that 
was sure to follow. 

"You've finished with that for now," Celine said, nodding at the sink. "Now 
it's time to complete your training. You've come far with us, Kathy-far 
faster than most. I think you may leave here soon if you ... uhhh, perform 
correctly." 

Kathy clapped her hands together, her eyes brightening at that prospect. And 
to think she had thought of risking everything on a wild escape plan! Her 
delight, however, was dimmed somewhat when she saw Father Reilly step behind 
Celine. He was still in his black cassock but the gleam in his eyes made 
that holy robe seem obscenely incongruous to what was aparently on his mind. 
He started rubbing one hand along Mother Superior's firm ass, then sliding 
one hand around to her cupped tits. Mother flinched, then turned and shot 
him a disapproving smile. 

"You have your freedom with the girls here. That's your job, Father. But 
with me, we ah know that's another story." 

Father Reihy continued to smile, nodding his head in approval. "And her?" 

"The final chapter for her," Mother said, dismissing Kathy with a wave of 
the hand. "I'll meet you in the shop. I suppose the other Fathers are 
there?" 

"Of course, and I'll bring her." 

It was as if they were talking in some secret code. Kathy trembled. There 
was the good news of potential freedom. Yet there was this new ordeal, some 
new horror for her to endure as if payment were needed for her release. 
Father Reilly didn't force her to move. Kathy saw the command in his eyes 
and followed. 

"You pass this, you'll pass anything." 

He guided her through the corridors, past the treatment rooms where Kathy 
could hear the screams and shrieks of new arrivals still unused to the 
bondage nightmare of the institution. Then they reached a smaller corridor 
leading off to the right, a hall she had never noticed before. It was down 
this corridor Father Reilly guided her, stopping the girl by a small, narrow 
green door. 

"In here. And careful of the steps, Kathy. We don't want any accidents here 
at Saint Timothy's." 

On opening the door the girl was aware of a thick, acrid stench that made 
her back sway in surprise and fear. It was like burning iron. Father Reiley 
only smiled, pushing her forward and saying nothing. Her fingers gripping 
the wooden handrail to the side of the stairs, Kathy descended into a small 
basement. Halfway down she realized it was a kind of blacksmith shop, the 
place, she guessed where they forged the chains and other restraints used so 
freely above. 

Mother Superior sat on a box while Father Reilly kept his grip on her. 
Father O'Conner was there, wearing now a pair of jeans. His massive, hairy 
chest was bare, glistening with sweat. 

"Father O'Conner was raised on a small ranch in Northern Montana. He's 
maintained his skills and we find them most useful here," Celine explained. 

Father O'Conner was getting the forge going. Kathy watched the old-fashioned 
bellows going. She could feel the hot blasts of heaf from the oven against 
her flesh. And there just beyond an iron grate were the flames, yellow, 
orange and red, flickering madly against the confines of the forge. It was a 
scene straight from hell. 

"What's going to hapen?" Kathy asked, her voice very small and tinny. 

She stood there, watching in horror. A fascinated horror, she had to admit. 
From a long strip of metal about two inches wide Father O'Conner cut a short 
length. He examined it, pronouncing it sound. Moving to Kathy, he measured 
round her ankle. 

"You'll learn to love this metal," Celine continued, nodding in the 
direction of several lengths of chain hanging from the wall. "Even in your 
dreams you'll think of them and find yourself wanting them as you want a 
lover. They will keep you in check-they'll make you a decent member of 
society." 

Kathy watched with growing fascination. 

Father O'Conner heated the metal he had just cut, pounding it into shape, 
then cooling it in a nearby tub of water. The hissing frightened Kathy. Then 
he began heating it once more, putting it on the table and grabbing a black 
iron punch. It was with that he pushed holes through the iron. Again he took 
the metal in the tongs, cooling it in the water, then setting it in a vise 
and polishing it. 

Father Reilly now sat her on a box and made Kathy put her foot up on the 
anvil. The opened circle was passed around her ankle, then closed tight with 
a clamp. Before the closing Father O'Conner set a metal ring in a channel he 
fashioned so when the anklet was set in place the ring hung loose. Next came 
the rivets, shoved through the holes prepared on either side of the ring. He 
flattened them down with blows of the hammer that Kathy felt through every 
rattling bone of her body. At times she thought the priest would purposely 
miss and bring the hammer squarely down on her leg. 

Her left ankle was girpped by that heavy band of metal. It was snug enough 
so it wouldn't slip, but not really tight enough to affect circulation. The 
way it was riveted, no one would be able to remove it except a blacksmith 
like Father O'Conner. 

"Get her up and whip her. Let Kathy feel the kiss of the whip," Celine 
ordered. 

Father O'Conner pushed the girl from the vise. The two men couldn't move 
quickly enough. They tied her wrists together in front, then threw the rope 
over a small beam running the length of this makeshift blacksmith shop. 
Father Reilly gripped the free end of the rope, pulling it hard. Kathy 
groaned, being dragged up until her feet were off the floor. It was awful! 
Her arms were stretched again, the msucles pulled even more than the other 
times because of the weight of the ankle chain. 

"You've never really had a beating here, dear. And I find something like 
that is necessary for our girls here to appreciate punishment and pleasure," 
Mother Superior said, pursing her lips together. "Father Reilly, you'll do 
the honors at first ... as usual." 

Something happened to Kathy, something she couldn't understand. She was 
almost happy that Mother had indicated him to be her chief tormentor. She 
hung here like meat on a hook as she sagged there in her ropes. Father 
looked about the room, then selected a small whip, the leather biting end 
approximately four feet long. 

"Bitch! You want this. God in heaven, I can see it in her eyes, Mother. She 
wants this the way a saint wants God," he said with a laugh. 

"Then give the child what she needs and wants." 

Kathy cried out as he lashed the leather in the air, the whip slicing into 
her right tit. The girl's jaw slackened while her body snapped back from the 
hot, agonizing blow. 

Kathy glanced down and saw his prick pressing hard against the front of his 
pants. She hung there, shaming herself like that as she kept staring at his 
cock. Father Reilly knew what was happening to the girl and he grinned. 

"That's a good little slut. You can't keep your Goddamned eyes off my prick 
no matter what I do to you." 

"You're training has been very good," Mother Superior said, watching Kathy 
with growing interest. 

The girl moaned. Her joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and 
shoulders grew worse as she tried to jerk herself away from the whip. Father 
Reilly moved around her slowly like a giant cat, his eyes glistening with 
wild excitement. Taking the handle of the whip, he prodded her left tit. 
Kathy groaned, feeling the leather and metal tip press into her tit, just 
below her nipple. He rolled it around and a shiver of fear fluttered from 
her spine to her nipple. 

"Now, we'll have more fun." 

Father Reilly walked in front of her. His cock was straining against the 
material. With a quick, savage movement Father Reilly slashed the whip 
across both her nipples. Kathy thought he had torn them from her body and 
she screamed, her mind whirling about from the agony. "Yaaghghghghghh!" 

Her tits bounced from the impact, each vibration sending more and more pain 
into her brain. Her right nipple felt as if it were half-torn from her tit. 
Kathy looked down nervously, relieved to find everything was all right. The 
pull-flattened muscles of her belly quivered as she swayed lightly from left 
to right. Father Reilly smiled grimly at her. He cocked his arm back once 
more and Kathy winced, tensing. 

"Oh God, God! Stop this!" 

The whip snapped down hotly against her belly flesh, this blow 
criss-crossing the other at a forty-five degree angle. Kathy jerked, her 
shoulders popping from the force of her move. Again Father Reilly struck, 
hitting her just behind her kneecap with the middle of the whip. Kathy 
kicked out, wanting to strike him anywhere. 

"Damn you!" she cried. 

Father pulled her away by one foot, twisting her body around, then flinging 
her toward the wall. Kathy struck the flagstones, her head rattling from the 
blow. When she came back, she was met by the whip once again. 
"Aghghhhhhhhh!" 

"Kathy, there's no use in fighting him or me," Celine said, her eyes 
narrowing. "You're just at the point of learning the purpose of Saint 
Timothy's. Don't be a backslider, or you'll be spending more time here than 
you like." 

"No, no!" Kathy screamed. She would surely die if they kept her here! 

The arch of her foot was the next target. Father Reilly doubled the whip to 
make it more manageable, striking the looped end just when the girl didn't 
expect it. Kathy thought the whip had crushed the small bones inside. She 
jerked her head from side to side, the pain shooting up her leg and into her 
cunt. She was letting the rope slice into her wrists as he kept striking her 
arch and her ankle. He was going to cripple her! 

"Yaghghhhhh!" 

Another savage blow, this one directed against the soft spots behind her 
knees. Kathy jerked her legs out, scissoring them around thin air while the 
rope above her groaned with her swinging. He kept flogging the backs of her 
knees, then moved up to her thighs and finally beat at her ass with savage 
glee. 

"The bitch has spirit," Father Reilly said, pausing for a moment while 
wiping the perspiration from his forehead. 

"You'll all pay for this," she sobbed, twisting her head around and staring 
hatefully at the two of them. "You won't get away with this!" 

Kathy knew she was wrong in saying this but the words just came out. She 
heard Father's wheezing breathing as he stared up at her. She knew he liked 
her defiance. 

Kathy thought her skin might have split from the savage beating. She began 
opening and closing her asscheeks, her legs now hanging straight down toward 
the floor. That blazing agony of her plump ass radiated pleasantly to her 
clit. How her cuntal walls began tensing, rubbing slickly against one 
another. Kathy wondered if Father Reilly was going to fuck her asshole. She 
wondered what it would be like. 

"Yaghhghghhh!" 

Again the whip, this time just below her rib-cage. Kathy yammered for mercy, 
but the priest kept on. 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Father Reilly concentrated now on lashing her ass, still keeping the whip 
looped for better control. The black leather slashed again and again against 
her ass, leaving long red marks and small purple welts on her shivering 
white skin. Kathy jerked and danced on that rope like some kind of wild 
puppet. Her legs kicked out frantically while she dropped her head back and 
shouted to the ceiling. The room was filled with the dull thwacking sound of 
the whip against her flesh, quickly followed by a sharp cry of pain and 
horror. 

"Eaghghhghghghhghhh!" 

The priest beat her farther up, smacking the skin around her shoulders. 
Kathy wanted to die. how those whip stripes across her lower back hurt! The 
girl swung on her rope, her toes almost brushing over the floor. With 
complete despair, Kathy let herself dangle now, her asscheeks opening. 

That was exactly what the priest had been waiting for. He took careful aim 
and, with a slashing overhead stroke, Father Reilly tore the end of the whip 
down the valley of her asscrack. The leather caught at the base of her 
asshole, yanking the tender, rubbery ring out of shape. It felt as if he 
were tearing her bowels out with his bare hands. 

"Yaghhghghghghghhghh!" Kathy screamed, her voice shrilling through the 
thickening air and bouncing off the cold, flagstone walls. 

Tears rolled down her face as the incredible pain blasted up her spine to 
her brain. Kathy jerked convulsively, the top of her cuntal mound knotting 
up once more in pre-climactic tension. 

"Look at her! She wants more even though she's screaming against it, 
mother." 

"That's the way it is with the young. They're so confused. It's our duty to 
make them see the way," Celine said, nodding in approval. 

Father Reilly was laughing loudly behind Kathy. He stopped the whipping just 
long enough to jab the end of the weapon into her asscrack. The girl's eyes 
widened as her legs jerked out in front of her. She tried shoving her ass 
out of the way but it was impossible. Then Father Reilly moved around and 
pushed the whip into her pussy. The feel of the cool, slick leather working 
into her cunt was too much for the girl. Kathy growled, working her thighs 
against one another while Father fucked the whip in and out, in and out of 
her pussy. 

"She likes the leather so much she wants to get fucked with it," he 
commented wryly. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

How Kathy hated her own reactions! He was rubbing the long, thick handle in 
and out, purposely making the leather rub up against her cut. There was 
nothing more she could do than give into the feeling of being fucked by the 
whip. 

Kathy grunted as Father Reilly tore the whip away from the grasp of her 
cunt. Kathy's leg had jerked up involuntarily from the violent withdrawal. 
Her cuntal muscles were still quivering, adding to the hot spasms already 
washing through her pussy. It was awful! She was rutting once more in front 
of them all, shaming herself while her body twisted slowly on the overhead 
rope. 

"Please, no more. Just no more. I can't take any more of this," Kathy 
sobbed. 

She rested her head against one overhead stretched arm, her nostrils flaring 
with pain. Father Reilly ignored her, moving around and jamming the whip 
against the girl's asshole once more. The beaten ring of rubbery muscle felt 
as if it were being driven up into her belly. He was dying to tear the 
asshole lining loose. 

Kathy clawed upward, her fingers gripping the rough rope. The iron ring 
around her legs kept her from pulling herself up. Kathy groaned as the 
priest worked inches of the whip into her asshole. Her legs kicking out when 
he jammed at least four inches of the weapon into her ass. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

Father Reilly yanked the crop out of her asshole, making the girl's hips 
jerk and jiggle from the force of that withdrawal. A twisted, lusty feeling 
in and around her shitter made her cunt burn even more. 

"Stop it!" she cried. 

But Kathy knew Father Reilly and Mother Superior would continue until their 
own lusts were satisfied. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Father Reilly puffed behind her, his hands stroking her ass. And then she 
felt his nose fitting in between her asscheeks. He was licking her there, 
drawing his tongue in and around her ass. She felt the warm, slick licking 
over her injured asshole, then twitched the moment Father stiffened his 
tongue and slipped it into her ass! 

"Oh!" 

Kathy's face registered her surprised delight at the touch of his tongue 
flicking in and out of her asshole. His tongue moved at times to her cunt, 
touching her clit. 

"How does she taste down there, Father?" Celine asked, sliding her ass from 
the box. 

"Good, very good. She had a warm ass and a hot pussy." 

"A combination we should both enjoy, don't you think?" 

Father overheard the girl groan at the Mother's suggestion and slapped her 
playfully on her injured butt, giving her asshole another lick before 
stepping around and starting to unfasten the rope around the winch. Slowly 
he cranked the girl down. 

"Uhhhhhh!" . 

The bonds were taken from her hands. Mother was standing to one side, her 
legs spread. It was at this point Kathy realized the older woman had taken 
off her leather panties. She stood there now, stark naked, except for a 
black leather collar similar to the one Kathy was wearing. Her cunt was 
glistening, wet with juice. Mother was hot and that knowledge made Kathy 
groan. 

"This way, Kathy. Mother and I have a sure way to make certain you remain 
humble when you think of us and our school." 

Celine had opened a small door in the wall that led to another room. 
Stepping through the doorway, Kathy saw it was something like the shower 
room the priests had cruelly hosed her down in. Only this room was much 
smaller and there were no coiled hoses. Kathy breathed with relief, standing 
there with her arms at her sides. She examined her body briefly. There were 
the red marks all over her flesh, the signs of having been beaten savagely. 
Her toes curled against the floor as she waited. 

It was odd how she could feel the pain and humiliation, and yet still feel 
the throbbing pulse of excitement pounding lewdly through her cunt. She 
rubbed her fingers against her thighs, staring hotly in front of her. It was 
then she noticed an old-fashioned bathtub sitting at the far end of the 
room. Pipes from its base ran into the floor. Kathy turned her head around 
and saw Celine and Father Reilly coming toward her. 

"Glad to see you've noticed the tub, Kathy. I can see in your eyes you're 
wondering what's happening here," Mother Superior said, guiding the girl 
toard the white porcelain tub. 

"What?" 

"Just step inside, dear. Step in and we'll do the rest." 

Kathy raised one leg, then the other, her flesh puckering the moment her 
feet touched the cold, slick white porcelain. She stood there in the tub 
stupidly, wondering what to do next. 

"Just sit, Kathy. Put your ass down and sit." 

The girl moved quickly, hearing the tone of exasperation in Mother 
Superior's voice. Sitting on the cold surface, she folded her legs under 
her, dropping her hands in her lap and waiting. Father Reilly came up first, 
having shed his trousers before moving to the tub. Mother Superior reached 
over, gently fitting her long, slender fingers around his cockrod. He 
groaned, closing his eyes as she tugged at his cockskin. Kathy saw a drop of 
pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit and suddenly felt wildly jealous. 

"Don't worry, Kathy. We aren't going to deprive you of anything," Mother 
said, taking note of the girl's pained expression. 

"Please...." 

Father turned toward her, holding his prick loosely in one hand. 

"We're not talking about sex right now, Kathy. At least not fucking." 

The flutter in her cunt was growing more and more intense, making her pussy 
feel like a blast furnace of slippery heat. 

"Now, Father." 

Celine stepped to the edge of the tub, then climbed in, kicking Kathy back 
until she was straddling the girl. Kathy looked up at the swollen cuntlips, 
the dark red pussymeat glistening with juice. 

"This is the final humiliation-from one woman to another." 

Mother Superior bent her legs slightly. Then in a moment Kathy felt 
something, something she couldn't believe! Mother Superior was pissing on 
her! The woman was sending a thick, yellow spray of urine down onto her 
belly. Kathy covered her face with both hands, twisting around and trying to 
claw her way from the tub. But her fingers slipped on the curved edges and 
she slipped back into the oily pool of piss gathering around her ass. 

"There, Kathy, you see what I mean? You see the humiliation we're putting 
you through? We want you to remember this and everything else that happened 
to you here." 

"No, uhhhhhhh!" 

The stench was terrible. Mother Superior caught Kathy between her legs, 
holding the girl in a kind of wrestler's lock while she kept on pissing on 
her. Kathy sobbed, putting one fist in her mouth and trying to control her 
screams. Pissed on! And by Mother Superior. Kathy caught glimpses of Father 
Reilly grinning down at her like some kind of god. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Mother caught Kathy by the hair, jerking her head up and pressing her mouth 
against her piss-stained pussyslit. Kathy coughed, choking on the smell, but 
at the same time reveling in it. She could also smell the arousal of the 
older woman's cunt. Mother's legs trembled, her long white thighs shivering 
as she rode Kathy's face. The girl stuck her tongue in the hot cuntslit, 
finding her reward immediate. 

Mother groaned, jerking her cunt back and forth, up and down against the 
teen's nose. At the same time the woman was calling Kathy terrible names, 
names that should have stung her pride but now made her gasp with delight. 
Mother Superior was cuming, climaxing in her mouth! Kathy could feel the 
woman's rumbling cuntal walls. 

"Ohhhh, that's good, Kathy, very good. A little slave like you can certainly 
lick pussy," Mother Superior said, giving her hips another hunch, then 
releasing the gasping teen. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

"Fine, Mother, but not what a man can do." 

The urnine was dribbling down the drain in front of the girl as Father 
Reilly climbed into the tub, straddling his legs on either side of Kathy. 
The girl gingerly used the backs of her fingers to try to clean herself off. 
Looking up, Kathy saw any attempt at cleaning herself was useless. Kathy 
cringed back, putting one hand to her face as Father Reilly cupped in cock 
and balls in one hand while rubbing his fingers over his hairy chest. 

"You do everything I tell you and make this enjoyable for both of us. If 
not, it's back to the stocks and pulleys for you. Understand, Kathy?" 

"Yes," she said, dropping her hand from her face. 

"Good. This might be your last evening here at Saint Timothy's. You must be 
prepared to obey us. You did well with Mother. Now do well with me." 

"Yes, Father." 

"Very well, then." He was completely controlled, his voice low, steady, his 
eyes staring at hers. "Don't move." 

"No, no, Father." 

Kathy sucked in her breath as the hot yellowish stream cascaded over her 
belly. First Mother Superior, then this priest. Kathy shuddered, feeling the 
hot, oily piss trickling down her belly. She shivered agian, her eyelids 
blinking. Her hips wiggled, instinctively trying to shake free of the urine. 

"I said not to move, Kathy." 

She shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out with rage. The 
thin hot spray stung across her nipples, slicked down the deep valley 
between her tits, then covered her cunt. When he brought his spray up to her 
mouth, the girl covered her lips with one hand, gagging. "No!" 

Father Reilly slapped her hand away, striking her hard across the chin, then 
directing the spray right into her mouth! 

"Drink it, bitch! Drink it!" 

To save her soul she knew she had to do as he bid her. Taking deep breaths, 
Kathy felt the piss striking her chin, the droplets ricocheting and wetting 
down her nose and eyelids. Her jaws parted more and then the piss shot in, 
swirling around the top surface of her tongue, splashing against her tonsils 
and trickling down her throat. Kathy managed to keep her throat closed for 
the most part but still urine splashed back out over her front teeth, 
dribbling down her chin and wetting her knees. 

"Uhhhhhhhh!" 

Just as Father went dry her cunt erupted in orgasm. Kathy whipped her hips, 
throwing her head back, her hair dancing along her shoulders. She screwed 
her eyes into a squint while her hands cupped her cunt. With her thumbs the 
girl peeled back her pussylips. 

"Let me, Kathy." 

Pressing his palm against the wall for support he raised one foot, guiding 
one big toe into her cunt. Through the red mist she saw Father's cock 
rock-hard, the purple tip looking as if it were about to blow apart. Then 
his toenail crushed her clit and Kathy fell to pieces. Her legs shot out, 
nearly knocking the priest over. She wallowed, splashing in the piss like a 
happy bird as she came and came and came. Father Reilly managed to grip her 
hair, jerking her head forward and forcing her mouth onto his prick. It 
wasn't long before he was shooting in her mouth, filling her throat with his 
cum. 

"Mmfmfmmfmfmfffffff!" 

Kathy laughed and choked and sobbed and cried, her world exploding again and 
again and again. She was dimming hard and fast, the blows of her orgasm 
knocking the wind from her. And what was so good was the priest's cock 
jerking and shooting between her tightening lips. Oh, how sweet, how good it 
was having Father Reilly's cock in her mouth! 

When it was over he let her go, shaking the last few drops of cum from his 
prick onto her face. Kathy slid the rest of the way into the piss-stained 
tub, feeling exhaustion wash over her. 

"Well, Mother?" 

"I think she might be ready for a ... final examination tomorrow. If she 
passes, she can leave by the end of the day. That would please you, dear?" 

Mother was putting her leather panties back on. Kathy looked wearily at the 
two tormentors and turned away. Yes, it would be welcomed. But the thought 
of leaving this relative sexual freedom for the restrictions of her parents' 
house was somehow depressing. How could she explain it? Was she actually 
thinking of remaining here with Father? 

A final exam. At least there would be one more day and night. Kathy groaned, 
climbing from the tub, hoping they would allow her a shower. Her slave ring 
around her ankle clanked over the tub's lip. The school she had dreaded was 
now her home. Perhaps she would fail her exam and prove she needed more 
treatment. This was something Kathy thought of as she passed Mother with a 
secret smile. Perhaps.... 


THE END
