MSL-01 Bondage On The Cross


FOREWORD

This book is true.

A few years ago, there was an ancient manuscript uncovered in the Papal regions of Spain.
They tried to hide this manuscript. They tried to pretend that it never existed.

But something like this cannot be suppressed, and now, this yellowing and torn 
manuscript has been reprinted.

The reason for its suppression is its contents.

The book, written by a man living in Spain in the late fifteen hundreds (it is estimated that 
the book was written in 1592, or thereabouts) traces some of the sordid things that the 
people of the priesthood and nunneries did in order to instill fear, and keep their 
congregation under their control.

It was a time when the Devil was an ever-present threat. This came in handy when the 
nuns wanted to fulfill their own sexual drives. They would take young girls, and sexually abuse 
them by sticking scorching dildoes up their vaginas, justifying their actions, of course, by 
saying they were helping to drive the Devil out.

The priests, too, had their many sexual experiences with young girls. There is one particular
orgy account, witnessed by the author, where three priests take on one girl, sexually abusing 
her until she is near death.

But these things can now be read. They no longer have to be hidden. And the complete 
manuscript, and all its accounts, are now available for everyone.


CHAPTER ONE

If anyone ever would have told me that things like this go on, I would have called them 
out. I would have challenged them to some kind of a duel, or something of the sort.

I would have only thought that an Atheist would speak words like that against the holy 
Church, and the things that go on behind their doors. But now I've seen everything, witnessed
everything, and now, one might think that I was an Atheist to tell of such things.

Maybe I am. Maybe I am, now that I've seen the kinds of things that the priests and nuns 
do in order to keep their flock of people always faithful. Their congregation, so they call it. All I
can say is that I'm glad I don't have a daughter. For I have seen what happens to young girls 
who fall into the clutches of the Church.

You might wonder how I came to see all those things. And that would be a very valid thing
on your part. (I keep thinking that I am addressing myself to an audience, but I know that my 
words will never see the light of day. At least not in my lifetime. Those fornicating priests 
would never let a thing like this be published.) I was hired to tend the gardens of a large 
monastery in the south of Spain, early in 1590. I worked there for over Five years, and that is 
when I came to realize I could no longer stand by and watch these things happening. But 
there was nothing that I could think of doing to stop things, either.

For the Church was very powerful then. As I sit here writing this now, recalling all the 
things that I saw, I can look out on a procession of people walking down the narrow dusty 
streets. They are going to see the arrival of a new Bishop. My wife has asked me why I do not 
come out with everyone to watch this arrival, and I am afraid to tell her the answer.

I have no feelings for the new Bishop, whatsoever. He was the first man that I saw abusing 
his rank, when he was first a young priest back at the monastery. I can remember when he first
entered. I was planting a bed of roses that day. I was told to tend the gate because a new man
was coming, and he was planning to take his vows soon.

His name was Father Peter. He is now going to become Bishop Peter. I can hear the flocks 
of people on the streets. The cheering. The festivities. It is not everyday that these people can 
see someone of such high rank walking down the streets. I'm sure that they also feel they will 
be blessed when they look upon him in his flowing red robes.

But I know that they will be cursed. They will be cursed by the Devil. The Devil that Father 
Peter always told everyone about. And that was one of the ways he got to abuse his power.

I never would have thought him like that when I first met him. I can't even remember the 
year, but I can remember exactly what he looks like. I was just working on the second bed of 
flowers when I heard the bell ringing by the front gate. I brushed off my pants, and I walked 
over. There was a huge stone wall with a black wrought iron gate.

It was this gate that separated the monastery from the rest of the world. At that time, I felt 
that it was a tremendous privilege to be inside of those gates. I felt that God would be good 
to me for the work that I was doing. And when I would look out the gates and see other 
people, common people, trying to peer in and see what was going on, I knew that I was in a 
good position. For no outsiders were allowed inside, unless...

That will come later. My mind wanders when I think about Father Peter. I do not like the 
man, even though I did like him then.

I remember that when I walked to the gate, I could see a rather tall man standing there. He
was dressed in the typical garb of the day, rather than the black flowing priestly robes that 
were usually worn.

"May I help you?" I said to him.

"I am Father Peter."

"But you cannot be," I said. "You are not dressed in the proper attire. I have a feeling that 
you are just trying to get in here. I don't know why."

"Son," he said to me, even though he looked no older than myself, "I would not lie to you. 
I am not a fully ordained Priest yet, and that is why I chose not to travel in the normal Priestly 
attire. But if you let me in and let me speak to the Monsignor, he will tell you that I am not 
lying."

I turned the key of the lock, and I opened the gate slowly. There was no other way to open
it, really. I remember the way the gate creaked as I slid it open slowly. I laughed then, thinking 
that it was some kind of a warning sign. I know better now. It was.

I looked at the man as we walked, and I listened to him talk. As I said, he was a rather tall 
man, being somewhere over six feet in height. He had broad, stocky shoulders. His hair was a 
light shade of brown, and his skin was rough looking, as if he had shaved that day without the
proper kind of razor. He had large hands, in keeping with the rest of his body. And his eyes 
were of a piercing blue nature. I felt, as he looked at me, that he would make a fine Priest 
when he was ordained. For his eyes seemed to call out to you, to make you want to talk to 
him. You felt as if you could hide nothing from him because he could see through you anyway.

"What do you do here?" he said to me as we walked along the dusty alley.

"I was hired to tend garden here."

"Are you married?" he asked me.

"No." I wasn't married at the time. It was only after I decided to leave my job that I found a
wife and settled down. "I would ask you the same," I said, jokingly, and I was happy to see him
smiling.

"That would be impossible," he said to me. "I would not be able to serve God if I were 
married."

"Yes. I know all that."

"I'm sure that you do. How long have you been working here?"

"Almost a year now. I work over here some days, and then I go over to the nunnery to 
work other days. That's because gardening here cannot be a full time job. There is just not 
enough to do to keep one man busy all week, so I divide my time between the two houses."

"I'm sure that you will be blessed for what you are doing."

"Thank you, Father. But I do not ask for much. I do this to make a small living, to give 
myself a place to live... "

"Oh, then, you're provided with your room and board."

"Yes. I have a small room over on the south side of the monastery. It is far enough 
removed from everything else so that I do not interfere with the religious proceedings, but it 
is close enough so that I am able to start work early in the morning. When I travel to the 
nunnery, which you probably know is only five miles west of here, I leave early, and then, I 
work until the afternoon in order to give me time to come back here to sleep."

"I understand," he said to me, smiling. "I do not know of any men who are allowed to sleep
at the nunnery."

"No. That would not be proper."

I smiled at him then, and I remember he smiled back. That was one thing that I had always 
wondered up until that point, and it was something that I was to learn about within a few days
of Father Peter's arrival. I had never known if Priests had sexual thoughts. I knew that they had 
to suppress their desires (at least that was what I had thought) but I wondered, as Father Peter
and I talked, if he was thinking about the nuns and their sexuality. I mean, we both knew that 
nuns were supposed to be chaste, and that was why no men were allowed to sleep in the 
nunnery. But I wondered if he had ever had any thoughts of fornicating with a nun. For at that
time, I did not know of any man who did not have normal sexual urgings, myself included.

"Here we are," I said to him, as we approached a large wooden door at the end of the hall 
we had been walking down.

He knocked on the door, and I heard a voice say, "Enter."

"Maybe I will be talking to you later on," he said to me, as he turned the large brass door 
handle and walked in to talk to the Monsignor. He gave me a smile, and then the door was 
closed.

I did not stay to hear what went on behind that door. I have to admit, that my curiosity did
get the best of me at times, and there were many days when I would stand near the doors and
hear what was going on. But there had been other Priests who had arrived while I was working
at the monastery, and I knew the kinds of things that the Monsignor had to say to them.

He would ask them if they were sure of what they were doing. If they were sure that they 
were ready to devote their lives to the Church. And if they were, he would make them get 
down on their knees and pray to God that they would be a good servant. So I was sure that 
Father Peter was hearing the same lectures as the other men had heard, and I still had my 
gardening to tend to.

So I walked back, travelling the same route that I had led him through. I wanted to get the 
rest of the roses planted before the sun started to set, and as I looked up at the sky, I could 
see that it wouldn't be long before that happened. So I set to work.

As I was working, I was thinking about Father Peter. There were many times when I would 
think about some of the Priests. I thought it odd that a few of them would agree to live a 
chaste life. Some of them, though, were ugly, and I attributed their decision to that fact. I 
thought that perhaps they had been unable to find themselves a woman.

But Father Peter was a handsome man. One of the most handsome men that I had ever 
seen enter the priesthood, and he looked so young to be throwing away his sexuality for the 
rest of his life.

I never had that problem, even though I did live alone in a small shack that was part of the
monastery. For I would take some of my wages, and the two or three days that I went to the 
nunnery to tend garden would be the days that I would also visit the local houses to satisfy 
my own lust. When I had first started working, I had some guilt feelings about spending 
Church money on local whores. But I comforted myself by telling myself that even though I 
was doing this kind of a job, I had not taken any vows, and there was no reason for me to 
remain chaste.

I didn't see Father Peter for another three days, and I knew why. The first three days of any 
new man entering the Priesthood were spent in silence, solitude, and prayer. And I didn't think
of asking any of the other Priests about him. They were all pretty much a close-knit, silent 
group.

I guess that was why I had taken a liking to Father Peter. He was not like the other Priests. 
At least that was the impression that I had gotten from meeting him that first time. He was 
different in that he had spoken to me as a human being. He had tried to learn things about 
me, to get to know me. The other Priests never indulged in that kind of conversation with me. 
They would walk by, and they might say hello to me, and bless me, but that was all that was 
ever spoken between us. It was lonely, at times, but I didn't mind the solitude.

And that was why I was looking forward to the end of Father Peter's solitude. I was looking
forward to talking with him once more.

It was in the middle of the second day that I saw the first sexual goings-on of the 
monastery. It was that day when I learned that many other things besides prayer went on 
during those three days of solitude. And I happened to stumble upon it unintentionally. I had 
been walking by the hall where the small rooms that the Priests lived in were located. I had 
some flowers in my hand, and I was bringing them to the chapel in order to decorate it for 
prayer.

The Monsignor had told me, when I first started, that there should be fresh flowers in the 
chapel each day. He had told me something about the Lord liking the smell of fresh flowers. 
He said that the Lord would look down on his congregation, above others, if there were 
fresh-smelling flowers there for him to see.

I did not know that it was Father Peter's room that the groans were coming from as I 
passed by. For I did not know then, which Priest occupied which room. But as I was walking 
by, I could hear these grunts and groans coming from one of the rooms. For a split-second, I 
started to panic, thinking that something terrible was happening to one of the priests.

There were heavy wooden doors in front of each room, with tiny keyholes. None of the 
doors had keys, though, because there was no reason for it. The Priests were allowed to come 
and go as they pleased. And since there were no keys, it was easy to look through the 
keyholes.

That was what I decided to do. It wasn't that I was nosy, or anything like that, but I was 
more or less concerned about what could be happening inside. I did not want to enter, either, 
for fear that it might not be anything more than some kind of religious ritual.

As I knelt down, I said to myself that if there is anything wrong, when I look through, I will 
go in and see what I can do.

And that was when I saw it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was all happening. 
Father Peter was standing up. He wasn't standing, really, but rather, he was strapped up to a 
large wooden plank that went across the ceiling. His hands were bound, and I couldn't tell if 
he was standing up of his own accord, or if he was being held up by his tied hands.

He was naked. I could see that he had brown curls on his chest, and his penis was rather 
large. It was in a state of erection, and what I saw happening to it was incredible.

There was a young girl, also naked, and she was on her knees. She was holding his cock 
with her hands, and massaging it gently. She was blowing on the very tip of it.

I could only see her from the back, but she didn't look like (as far as her frame went) she 
was anymore than fourteen years old. Later, when she stood up, and I got a look at her small 
breasts and her clean-shaven pubic area, I thought that she was even younger than that.

I could see that Father Peter was moving his Ups, as if in prayer. Every so often, a few 
words would be spoken aloud. Words such as "Father in heaven,"

"Lord God,"

"Bless us all," and "Amen." It was these words that convinced me he was praying, but I 
couldn't understand why.

Then, as I shifted my gaze, I could see that the Monsignor was standing to one side of the 
room, looking on.

"That's good, Father Peter," he was saying. "You just keep on praying to God. You show 
him that nothing can stop your faith and your service duty to him."

And then I realized that this was all some kind of sick test to see just how faithful the tall 
man would be to the Lord. A test to see whether his own sexual desires would win out over his
faith and prayer to God.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," Father Peter was saying.

At the same time, the girl was continuing to blow on his erect penis. She moved her hands
up his chest, and she started to tug on the tufts of chest hair. Then, she was pulling on his 
nipples, and I could see how stiff they were getting. I could see beads of sweat running down 
his chest, and I knew that he was probably fighting very hard not to give in to her.

But he was more than aroused, for as she pulled on his nipples, I could see that his cock 
was quivering. I could see one little drop of come fighting its way out of the tip of his cock.

"You're doing fine," the Monsignor was saying to the girl. "The Lord will bless you for 
helping him test his servants."

She looked at the Monsignor, and she smiled at him. He walked over to her and he patted 
her on the backside. I could see his fingers roaming all over her naked ass, and soon, he was 
moving his finger into her pussy, from behind. I could hear her starting to moan and groan as 
the Monsignor began to move his fingers in and out of her pussy, faster and faster.

She almost fell on the floor, seeing as how her whole body seemed to be wracked with 
passion.

"Take him in your mouth now," the Monsignor commanded the young girl.

I watched as she opened her mouth and slid it right over Father Peter's hard cock. I could 
hear him let out the loudest groan then, and I quickly looked around to see if anyone was 
coming down the hall. I would not have liked being caught watching all this, for I knew that 
they were doing it all in secret, supposedly. I started to wonder if this happened to all the new 
Priests when they were initiated.

When I saw no one coming down the hall, I looked back through the keyhole. The girl was 
moving her mouth faster and faster over the Father's cock. At one point, I watched as she 
cupped his balls in her hand and started to squeeze them between her fingers. But his lips 
continued to move in prayer, even though the sweat was beginning to run down his forehead.
It was dripping down his chest, and I could even see how wet the hair was under his arms.

"The Lord Jesus is our savior, blessed is his name," Father Peter was saying.

I don't know how he managed to concentrate on all that. I really don't. For not only was 
the girl working faster and faster on his hard cock, but she was so lovely, too. I could see that 
she had long blonde hair, and there were many times during the encounter when I saw her 
take her hair and run it over Father Peter's penis. Thinking of the soft silkiness of it was even 
arousing me, and she wasn't even touching me.

I could see the girl moving her ass as the Monsignor continued to move his fingers in and 
out of her cunt. Then, she let out a long moan, and I knew that she was in the middle of her 
orgasm.

"This is a test for you, too," the Monsignor was saying to the girl. "God is looking down on 
you, and he is watching to make sure that you continue your work for him. The test does not 
end until the Priest gives in one way or the other. Either sexually, or in prayer, still."

I couldn't believe it. I knew that this girl was going to keep sucking Father Peter's cock until
he came, and if he stopped praying, even for a second, he would not be let in the Priesthood.

As the girl was coming, I could see how much faster she was working on Father Peter. I 
could see her head moving back and forth over his extended shaft, and she looked like she 
was sucking with such fury.

But I have to admit that Father Peter was doing a good job in holding out. I know that I 
would have come in a minute had a girl like that been doing those kind of things to me, but I 
had been watching them for a good ten minutes, and even though his cock was quivering and
pulsating, he was still managing to hold back from coming. And the more he held back, the 
more his body started to sweat. In another five minutes, the sweat was dripping on the floor 
beside him. I could see the water in small pools around his feet.

"You're doing very well, Father Peter," the Monsignor said, as he finally pulled his fingers 
out of the girls cunt. And then, he walked up to the bound Priest and he put his fingers under 
the man's nose.

He was doing that so that the Father could smell the girl's sweet juices. And then, he stuck 
his fingers into the Father's mouth, so that he could get the taste of the girl who was sucking 
him.

And if the Father's tongue tasted the flavor, I couldn't tell you, because I still saw his lips 
moving in prayer. His lips were not moving as fast as before, and I know that he was afraid of 
biting the Monsignor's fingers. But he still continued to pray, and that amazed me so much.

The Monsignor pulled his hand away, and I saw him pat Father Peter on the buttocks. It 
was a reassuring pat, I was sure, but I also think that there was something else behind it.

I know that when I want to hold back from coming, I try to tighten all my groin muscles, 
and my ass muscles. I try to concentrate on other things in order to keep me from coming. 
Father Peter was concentrating on prayer, and the Monsignor, I'm sure, was hoping that he 
would be able to loosen the Father's ass muscles by touching his buttocks and stimulating him
in that way.

But he only touched him for a split second, and the Father faltered for a second. But then, 
his lips started to move again.

I could see a look of contempt on the Monsignor's face. He had probably been hoping 
that the Father would come, and then he would be able to scold him or something. For I was 
starting to wonder, as I watched the scene continue, what would happen if the Father couldn't
hold out much longer. What would happen if he started to come?

I found out soon enough. For after the Monsignor's attempt didn't work, I saw him 
moving over to one side of the room. He reached for an object. It was shaped like a phallus, 
only much wider. It looked like it was about eight inches long, and the thickness of it was of 
an unbelievable size.

If any man had a penis of that size, he would practically split a woman right open.

I watched with horrified eyes as the Monsignor moved behind Father Peter. I couldn't see 
exactly what was happening, but the Monsignor was bending down behind the man's ass. I 
could see his hands moving, and then, I heard the most shattering scream leave the bound 
Father's mouth.

I watched as he tried to turn, his cock pulling out of the girl's mouth. And that was when I 
saw that the Monsignor had rammed that dildo up the Father's asshole, and there was blood 
dripping out of his buttocks.

At the same time, his cock started to throb even more violently. I could see the girl pulling 
her head back, and that's when the Father started to come. His cock was pulsating so fast, and
his sperm started to shoot out in steady streams as his cock started to ejaculate. I could see 
his come shooting all over the girl's face, and then, she moved her mouth back to his cock 
and started to suck the rest of the come right out of it.

It was only for that single moment, during his orgasm, that the Father's lips stopped 
moving. But as soon as the girl's mouth went back to his cock, I could see his lips moving in 
prayer once more.

"I have sinned, I have sinned," he was screaming. "Forgive me Lord of all men in the 
universe. I have abused your love and grace that you have caused to shine on all men. I have 
sinned. I beg your forgiveness."

And then, the girl pulled her mouth from his cock, and I could see that it had shrunk, now 
that he was spent.

"You have done well," the elder man said, as he reached for the dildo and yanked it out of 
the Father's ass with the same force that he had probably thrust it in to begin with, "but you 
did stop praying for a single moment. That was the moment when you should have been 
deeper into prayer. At that moment, more than any other. For that, you must learn 
obedience."

And then, the Monsignor pulled out a leather whip that he had obviously been hiding in 
the folds of his robe. He walked over to the young girl who was lying on the floor now, 
practically in tears, and he reached down to help her up.

"There is no reason to cry," he said to her. "The Lord will bless you for helping him to test 
his servant. And this man will be a good servant of the Lord, I can tell. But he did stop praying,
for even a minute, and for that, the Lord asks you to punish him."

He helped the girl to her feet, and he handed her the whip. He brought her around behind
the still praying Priest, and he directed her on how to begin the punishment.

The sound that the whip made was almost as painful as the look on Father Peter's face. I 
could see such anguish, and such fear, as the girl started to whip his ass, guided, all the time, 
by the Monsignor's loving hand. I say loving hand because I noticed that while he was 
standing over her, he managed to move his hands and give her small breasts and her tight 
buttocks a playful squeeze every so often. I could see her nipples getting stiff when he did 
something like that, and I couldn't believe the evil in his moves.

For he was having her whip Father Peter for being attracted to her sexuality, and at the 
same time, he was abusing his power by feeling her body. I don't know how many times the 
whip landed on the Father's ass, because I heard a noise, and I had to run, for fear of being 
caught.

But I heard the screams echoing in the hall as I ran to the chapel to drop off the flowers. 
And there was one last thing that I heard the Monsignor saying to the Father before I did have
to leave.

"You must keep praying," he commanded. "This is the time when the Lord is punishing you
for your sin. Punishing you through the hands of the young girl whom you've sinned with. 
And if you accept this punishment, and still love the Lord for showing you the right way, he 
will be happy to take you in as one of his flock."

I didn't stay to hear anything more. I ran to the chapel and I left the flowers there. I looked
back a few times to see if there was anyone following me. To see if anyone had seen what I 
had seen, or had even seen me looking. I wondered what they would do to me if they knew 
that I knew all about it now.

For I was sure then, that all the Priests had to go through the same kind of test before they
were ordained. That was why they must have all been used to the skin-tingling screams that 
were echoing through the halls when I left. That was why none of them came out of their 
rooms to see if they could be of any help to whoever was screaming. They all had to know 
what was going on behind the door of Father Peter's room, and they all must have accepted it.

As I was walking back to the garden, I retraced my steps. I saw the Monsignor walking 
down the hall toward me. He was with the young girl.

"You have done a very good job," he was saying to her, "but you must not tell anyone 
about what you have done. That would be a sign of vanity if you told your friends the way in 
which you helped the Lord. And then, the good deed would be only something that you have 
done in order to brag about. The Lord does not like vanity, remember that."

"Yes, Father," she said to him.

He stopped talking to her when he saw me approaching. He smiled at me, and he nodded,
silently, and then the two of them walked by.

As I walked by Father Peter's room, I knew that I would have to take another look in there, 
just to see how he was. I looked around the hall again to make sure that no one was watching 
me, and then, I kneeled in front of his door. As I looked through, I could see that he was on 
his knees, in front of a cross that was on the bare wooden dresser. He was still naked, but he 
was no longer bound. And I could hear him praying, still.

But his buttocks were a bloody mess. I could see the whip marks in certain areas, where 
there was still enough skin to see marks.

But in most places, all the skin had been completely tom away.

I could feel my stomach turning, and I tried to fight down the nausea. I got up and ran 
down the hall, and I didn't feel safe until I was back in my own shack on the other side of the 
monastery.

I slammed the door behind me and I lay down on the small cot that they had given me for 
my bed. I tried to tell myself that all this had been in my imagination, and none of the things 
that I had seen had happened at all.

But I knew that it had happened. I knew that no one would ever believe me if I told them 
about it anyway. It was then, however, that I started to doubt many of the things that I had 
been told at the monastery, and I decided that not only was I going to be the gardener there, 
but I was going to be a savior.

I was going to try to see what other kinds of strange practices went on in the name of God
and the Church, and then, I was going to tell everyone about it, in some form or other.

But if I had known then, what I knew now, I probably would have left my job that day. For 
some of the things that went on were even more evil than the one encounter that I had 
witnessed.





CHAPTER TWO


I saw Father Peter again, three days after that incident. I did not have any hostile feeling 
toward him then, mainly because there was no way, I knew, that I could blame him for the 
things that had happened. After all, he had been the victim, and the Monsignor had been the 
cause of it all.

I began to hate the Monsignor then, and each time I would see him walking in the 
monastery, I would look down at the floor. I just couldn't bring myself to look him right in the 
eye. I feared that he might see through me, and realize that I had seen what had gone on.

I was glad to see that Father Peter was alright, though. When I saw him two days later, he 
was dressed in the long black robes that the Priests wore.

"Good morning to you," he said, and I looked up and saw him smiling at me.

"Father Peter, it's good to see you. I haven't seen you in a few days, and I know why. I take 
it by the robes you're wearing that you've been ordained."

"Yes, I have. There were three days of prayer and solitude. I prayed that the Lord would 
accept me, and he had."

Of course, I didn't expect Father Peter to tell me about the other tests that he had been 
put through. I didn't know if it was some kind of secret between all the Priests, or what, but I 
knew that it was something that they wouldn't talk about with anyone.

"I'm glad that you were accepted," I said to him.

"Were you?"

"Yes." I was going to tell him that the test he had passed, the one that I had seen, was very 
harrowing, and anyone who could pass something like that should be accepted in whatever 
he wanted to do, but I caught myself. I thought of another reason though, one that was also 
true. "Yes, I am glad. You're not like the other Priests here, at least when it comes to talking 
with me. Most of them just smile at me, or avoid me. But you're the only one whose really ever
stopped to talk with me, as a person, I mean."

He smiled, and then started to laugh.

"I can understand that," he said. "Many of the Priests here are so devoted to the Lord, that 
they only like to confer with other men like themselves."

"Really?"

"Yes, that is the way many of them are. I think that it's foolish to be like that. After all, it is 
the common man that we are supposed to be serving, not only the Lord. We are a means of 
communication between man and God, and some of the men feel that they are so close to 
God right now, that it would almost make them less holy if they talked to someone as far 
away from God as they consider you to be."

"But I pray to God," I told him.

"I should hope so. But you also must be a sinning man, in some ways."

"I think that everyone must be in one way or the other," I said to him. "I can't imagine how 
a man can go through his entire life without sinning."

"That's true. But now that we're Priests, we try not to sin at all, whereas you, well, you can 
still sin in some ways. Fornication, for instance."

"I don't know if it would be sacrilegious to say this, but I don't consider fornication a sin. I 
consider it a pleasure. Not that I do it too often," I lied, which I guess was another sin, "but 
when a chance comes along, I have to admit that I wouldn't turn it down."

"That's terrible," he said to me. "Maybe we can talk about it a little more some other time. 
If you could learn how to cut down on this sin, maybe you would shine a Little more in the 
Lord's eyes."

For a minute, I started to think that Father Peter was being terribly hypocritical. After all, I 
didn't know at that time some of the other things that the Priests did, but I had seen the way 
the Monsignor had been treating the girl who had supposedly put Father Peter to the test.

And he had certainly looked like he knew enough about a woman's body to make me start
thinking that some of the Priests were not as celibate as Father Peter was trying to make me 
believe.

But I hadn't seen anything then to prove me wrong. I had only seen one incident that was 
supposed to be a test of a man's faith.

"Why can't we talk about it now?" I asked him. "I was just finishing up here when you 
arrived. I have time now, if you do."

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to Mass. They are waiting for me there, and they will not start 
until I arrive."

"Can I come with you? It's been a long time since I've prayed at a Mass, and I think that I 
might feel pretty good going with you."

"I'm sorry, my son," he said to me, "but this is a special Mass, only for ordained people. If 
you wish, you may go to another Mass, but this one is supposed to be a private one."

"I understand," I said to him, even though I didn't. But I didn't want to press the issue, and 
I had made a decision already.

I had never heard of a private Mass before. I didn't think that such things could exist. After 
all, a Mass was supposed to be man's praying to God, and wasn't any man supposed to be 
allowed to pray to God?

I stood up and smiled at the Father. I watched him turn around and he started to walk off 
toward the chapel. And that's when I decided to go and see just what kind of things went on 
during these private Masses. I remembered a secret cubbyhole that I had once discovered 
near the Chapel.

I ran there fast, hoping to get there before anything started. I can honestly say that I didn't
know what to expect there. For I had only seen one sexual occurrence and I had been working
there for a few months.

I walked down the silent halls, and I could hear the voices Of prayer coming from the 
Chapel. I started to run faster, and I could hear my own footsteps echoing in the vast hallways.
I didn't want to miss anything, if there was anything to be missed.

I climbed up a narrow flight of stairs, and then turned down the curved hallway. It was so 
dusty up there, and I wondered if anyone else knew about this secret cubbyhole I had once 
discovered. I pulled a small screen away from the hole, and I climbed in.

The view was amazing. I was looking down on the Chapel, and I could see all the Priests in 
the pews. They were all wearing their black robes and hats, and looking down on them was 
rather amusing. I could see them all bobbing their heads up and down as they prayed.

I have to admit that I was pretty bored watching their prayer. One reason that I hadn't 
gone to Mass in a few years was because of the last time I had gone. I remembered being so 
bored there, but somehow, I though that this special Priest's Mass should have been better.

Then, I started to think that I had been foolish. Why should their Mass be better? After all, I
kept hearing about how close they were to God, so if all they were going to be doing was 
praying, why should it be interesting? But I continued to watch, taking in the whole majesty of
the large Chapel.

I could see the Monsignor standing in front of the congregation of Priests. Behind him was
a huge, pictorially beautiful stained-glass window, showing the birth of Christ. I couldn't get 
over the splendor of it all, even though I had seen the Chapel thousands of times before. But 
somehow, with all the Priests down there praying, the whole Chapel looked so regal, and yes, I
have to admit, religious.

I must have" sat there for ten minutes watching them. And then, I guess I must have 
started to doze off. I knew that I hadn't had much sleep the night before, and as I said, even 
though the Chapel looked magnificent, the service was still boring.

For all of a sudden, I was awakened by a thunderous voice.

"Brothers," the voice screamed out, "the Devil is with us. He is trying to take over the souls 
of one of the members of our regional community."

I opened my eyes quickly, and looked back down. I could see that the Monsignor was the 
one who was talking, and all the Priests were looking at him, hanging onto every word that 
was leaving his mouth.

"The Lord Jesus has had to fight with the Devil for thousands of years, and it is up to us to 
help continue that fight. I hear screams in the town, and people are saying that the Devil is 
coming, and he is destroying all. And today, I have one girl here who claims that she is 
possessed."

I looked over to where I heard a screaming, and I could see two Priests dragging out a girl 
from one of the side doors. She was wearing a white straight jacket, and she was screaming, 
making the most blood-curdling sounds. She was trying to fight with them, but her arms were
helpless, seeing as how they were strapped behind her body, and it was easy for the two 
priests to drag her out.

The girl had short cropped brown hair that was tangled. She looked, in fact, like she could 
have easily been a patient in one of the mental institutions from the nearby town. And the 
straight-jacket seemed to prove it even more. But the Priests were all looking at her, with 
lustful eyes.

"She is possessed," the Monsignor was saying. "She is possessed, and she has been 
brought here so she can be saved, with our prayer, and with our help."

"The Devil is in me," the girl started to scream, and then I saw her lean over and bite the 
hand of one of the men who was trying to restrain her. "The Devil is in me, and he will get into
all of you. You're not good men. You're all evil. Evil, sinning, fornicating men. You're the wicked
ones."

"Do you hear the way she speaks, my brothers?" the Monsignor was screaming out, trying 
to drown out the girl's voice. "Can you hear her? This is not the voice of a daughter of the 
Lord. This is the voice of a soul that has to be helped, a soul that's crying out for help so she 
can be reunited with the Lord when she goes to her maker in the end."

"Fuck you and everything you stand for," the girl was screaming at the same time. "I'm 
possessed by the Devil because he is the good one. You are all evil and you will pay for your 
sins in hell. Hell! I will go to heaven, because the Devil will overthrow everything."

"Strap her up," the Monsignor said to the two men who were holding her.

I watched as the girl was dragged up on the podium in front of all the kneeling Priests. 
There was a large wooden table there with leather straps at each end. I watched as the two 
priests forced the girl down on the table.

They opened the straps of the straight-jacket, and that was when the girl lunged out of 
their grip and started to run down the long aisle of the Chapel.

"Get her," the Monsignor screamed, and it was like a mad rush. All the priests ran from the 
pews and then surrounded the girl. I could see her trying to lunge through the massive crowd,
but there was no escape for her. She was trying to dig her nails into the eyes of any man that 
approached her, but someone grabbed her from behind and twisted her arm behind her back.
"Bring her up here!" the Monsignor screamed from his podium.

The girl was literally dragged across the floor on her stomach, and then she was thrown on
the table. Her arms were pulled, and stretched, and I could see the Priests fumbling with the 
leather bonds in order to get her tightly secured. She started to kick with her legs, but that 
didn't last too long, for their were straps at the far end of the table, and soon, her ankles were 
strapped, too.

"We're doing this for your own good," the Monsignor said, and this was the first time since
she had been brought out that he spoke in anything but a yell. His voice, in fact, was rather 
calm and passive, and I couldn't quite figure out what he was planning to do.

But then, all of a sudden, the girl spit out at him. I watched her wad of saliva land on his 
face, and then it started to drip down his forehead. For one split second, it didn't look like he 
was going to do anything about it, but then, his hand lashed out and he slapped her across 
the face so hard, that the sound reverberated in the room. And from the position that I was in,
I was looking straight down on her, and I could see the look of pain on her face.

"This is all the Devil's work," the Monsignor was saying to his congregation as he reached 
for a small handkerchief and wiped the saliva from his face. 'This girl is possessed, and we 
have to help her."

"You all suck," she screamed. "You mother-fucking fornicating bastards. You don't know 
how to help anyone but yourselves. You are all the Devil reincarnate. You! Pigs! Bastards! You 
will all die when I smite you with my fist. You will all die and I will laugh and cry and watch you 
bum away to ashes that will just be lost in the wind."

Even as she was talking, the Monsignor was working at her clothes. I didn't know why he 
was doing anything like that, but then I remembered what had happened with Father Peter, 
and I knew that the Monsignor had found another girl to work on.

He pulled the buttons of the straight-jacket, and her large breasts were exposed. I could 
see that she had bright red nipples, which the Monsignor immediately reached down and 
pulled on. I could hear her screaming, and I saw that he was wrenching his hand, and since his
fingers were holding her nipples tight, I was sure that he was twisting them.

But he only did that for a few seconds, and when he let go, I could see that not only were 
her nipples erect, but they also looked sore.

The Monsignor then started to pull down her skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath, 
and I could see her thick patch of brown pubic hair. He started to pull on those hairs.

"Bastard!" the girl screamed.

And then, he pulled some hairs right out. He held them up for all to see.

"This is a sign of the Devil," he screamed, and the word Devil echoed through the Chapel. 
It was totally awesome. He had complete control of everyone of those men, and they hung 
onto his every word.

Then, I saw him turn to one of the Priests that had helped to tie down the girl, and he 
whispered something in his ear. The Priest walked off, and then the Monsignor turned to the 
congregation again.

"We have learned that the Devil was thrown out of heaven, and the Lord forced him down 
to a fiery place. Hell! The Devil lives in fire, except on earth. On earth, the thought of fire scares
him. It scares him because he knows that God is controlling that fire on earth, and it scares 
him because he knows that man can use that fire against him. And that is the way we will fight
the Devil, and we will drive him from this young girl's soul."

The girl started to scream then, I don't know why. For a minute, I thought that she really 
might have been possessed, and it was the Devil screaming inside of her.

All the Priests looked over at her, and I could see some of them smiling. I knew that they 
were getting sexually aroused, because they all worse loose fitting gowns, and I could see 
bulges in many of them.

Then, I looked over, and I could see the Priests who had led the girl in returning. They were
carrying a huge clay urn, and there was a small flame shooting out of it.

They put it down in front of the Monsignor, and he stared into it. I could see the reflection 
of the flame in his eyes, and it scared even me. For after seeing the way the Monsignor had 
acted with Father Peter, I had thought that nothing he could do would be able to scare me 
ever again. But I was wrong.

There was a long metal pole sticking out of the urn. It looked something like a branding 
iron, and it was only then that I realized exactly how the Monsignor was planning to drive the 
Devil out of the girl.

He put his hands in the folds of his gown, and he picked up the pole. I guess he did that 
so he wouldn't bum his hands while he was touching it. But then, he started to bring it near 
the girl's trembling breasts.

I heard her scream as the tip of the pole touched her nipples, and I could actually hear the 
sound of scorching flesh. That was followed by another scream as he continued to hold the 
heated pole on her nipple.

"Out Devil," he was screaming.

Then, all of a sudden, the whole bunch of them were screaming, too. There were cries of 
"Out Devil," and "Save this girl Lord," and it looked like pandemonium had broken out 
everywhere.

The Monsignor moved the pole back over the fire for another minute. I could see that the 
girl's nipples, where the heated pole had been, looked like it was almost burned off. And the 
Monsignor was looking into the fire, and smiling again, as he watched the tip of the pole turn 
a bright orange. In that way, he was sure that the pole was as hot as it could be.

He moved it back to the girl's other nipple.

Again, he started to scream, and all the other Priests were screaming with him. But their 
cries could not drown out the cries of the girl as she was being tortured.

"You will all die in hell," she was screaming, as the pole scorched her nipples. "You will all 
die, and I will laugh. Yes, I will laugh as I watch you die, you fools. You serve the wrong 
person."

I was so confused, and I could feel myself getting nauseous again. But I knew that I had to 
keep watching just to see what else was going to happen.

The Monsignor moved the pole from her nipple, and he brought it down to her pussy 
hairs. I couldn't believe it when I saw her hairs actually started to singe their way off. And the 
Monsignor had such a look of satisfaction on his face, that I knew he wasn't only doing this for
the Lord's sake. In fact, I doubted that very much. He was doing it for his own pleasure and 
the pleasure of the Priests that followed him.

He continued to bum off her pussy hair with the red-hot pole. At least he was trying to be 
careful not to bum any of her sensitive skin down there. For I could see him holding the pole 
as steady as he could, and when he was working it on her pussy hairs, he was trying not to 
touch her skin.

I couldn't understand why. But I was to find out soon enough.

"The Devil is leaving her soul," the Monsignor started to scream, and all the Priests 
continued to yell. "We are driving the Devil out of her flesh, but he is still inside of her. Father 
Peter, come up here."

I watched as Father Peter walked up to the podium in front of all the other Priests. I could 
see a throbbing bulge under his gown.

"You are new here," the Monsignor said to him, "and I have chosen you to do the work of 
God on this girl. You must help us to drive the Devil from the insides of her body."

Father Peter looked pretty stunned, but he looked like he was ready. The Monsignor 
walked behind him and pulled the string that held his robe up. I watched as it fell to the floor, 
and Father Peter stood there, totally naked. His cock seemed to be throbbing even more.

"You must enter her and drive the Devil out of her," the Monsignor commanded to him. 
Then, the elder man was pushing the new Priest towards the girl's spread legs.

At the same time, he was throwing the pole on the ground. Then he was moving beside 
the bound girl, and he was watching as Father Peter directed his cock into the girl's spread 
thighs.

He pushed it past her pussy lips, and then he was inside of her. I heard her let out the 
most violent scream since she had been brought it. And all I could see was Father Peter's ass 
moving up and down as he started to fuck her.

For that was what it came down to. He was fucking her. It might have been in the name of 
God, and for the sake of driving out the Devil, if that's what the Monsignor wanted to call it.

But it was also fornication in it's most lurid form.

As I looked down, I could see that there were scars all over Father Peter's buttocks. At least
the skin had healed a little bit, but there were still all the bruises and scabs.

None of the other Priests took any notice of it. I guess they were used to the new Priests 
scarred asses. They all must have been like that at some time or other, so it was really nothing 
new to them.

There was a tremendous frenetic pace that was going on then. I really still couldn't believe 
it, even though I saw all the things happening in front of me.

Father Peter was moving his ass more and more, and I was wondering when he was going 
to come, and what the Monsignor was going to say to everyone when it was all over. I was 
wondering if the girl would stop her screaming, and act like the Devil was out of her. And if 
she continued to scream, then what kind of excuse would the Monsignor make?

I found out soon enough, for I heard Father Peter starting to groan and grunt, and then he
fell down on top of her. The two Priests whom I assumed were the girl's keeper, walked over 
and dragged him off her. I could see that his cock was limp, and there was still a trace of his 
come dripping out of the head of his penis. Then, the Monsignor walked over to the girl, and 
looked down on her.

"Devil," he said to her, "are you still there?"

She looked up at him, with an evil smile on her face. And she spit out at him once more, 
this time shooting more saliva in his face than she had the first time.

"You pig," she said to him. "You fucking pig!"

"The Devil is stronger than we thought," the Monsignor announced to the congregation. 
And then, I watched as he slipped out of his own robe. He had a rather frail looking body for a
man of his age and stature, but you could still see the muscles bulging.

"It looks like I will have to do some work of my own," he said, and then he was moving 
over near the girl's legs.

I could see that his cock was also hard, just like the others that were there. There was a 
thick patch of black hair around his cock and balls, and his balls were swinging back and forth 
as he walked over to her.

Then, he started to rub his cock along her leg. He moved it all over her body, rubbing it on
her scorched nipples and on her burned pussy hairs. Then, he moved back between her legs, 
and he thrust into her.

But I noticed that he was doing something different. For as he started to move his 
wrinkled ass up and down, thrusting his cock in and out of the girl's pussy, he moved his hand
over to her neck, and he began to squeeze. I don't think that any of the other Priests noticed 
what he was doing, but I was looking down from such an angle that I couldn't miss it.

He started to thrust harder and harder, and as he did, I could see that he was squeezing 
her neck harder. I could see the girl's face starting to turn red, and she was coughing. She was 
moving her body in any direction that she could, and she was letting out small choking 
sounds. Soon, I saw her eyes rolling back in her head, and she turned her head to the side. Her
tongue fell out of her mouth.

And the Monsignor continued to thrust his cock in and out of her, even long after she lay 
there. I wasn't sure if she was dead or not. But she didn't look like there was any life left in her.

"I think that it's working," the Monsignor moaned as he pounded his cock into her pussy 
harder and harder. "The Devil is leaving her soul."

And then, he let out a long groan, and I knew that he was coming inside of her. He still 
kept thrusting long after that groan, and finally, he climbed off her.

It was only then that I saw her stomach and breasts moving up and down, and it was only 
then that I realized she was still alive. He had just choked her enough to knock the breath out 
of her and render her unconscious. For even though she was breathing, and you could still 
hear choking sounds in her throat, she was definitely unconscious.

The Monsignor stood beside her, and he pulled on her nipples again, making them stiff 
once more. I saw the girl's body contorting into all kinds of positions, and I knew that even 
though she was unconscious, she still must have been feeling the pain that was on her 
nipples. The pain of the burning, and the pain of the twisting that was being applied now.

"I think we have succeeded," the Monsignor said to his congregation, some come still 
dripping from his limp cock. He walked over to Father Peter who still lay on the floor, naked 
and spent, and he helped him rise to his feet. And then, he lifted up the Father's hand with his 
own, and held it in the air, as if they were both so victorious at having been able to fight off 
the Devil. "We have succeeded, we have succeeded."

The two naked men stood in front of the entire congregation, and there was an uproar of 
shouts as they all started thanking God for having saved the girl's life.

I couldn't believe it all, because they all seemed to believe him. I guess I was the only one 
who knew, besides the Monsignor, that he was lying. He had only told them all that so he 
could fuck the girl.

And it was only then that I realized that this girl must have been from an institution 
somewhere. She had to be. Why else would the Monsignor have choked her to 
unconsciousness. I knew that the minute the girl woke up, she would start screaming all her 
Devil talk again, not because she was really possessed, but rather, because her mind wasn't all 
there.

I watched as the Monsignor helped Father Peter into his robes, and then he started to 
dress himself. Soon, the only one that was naked was the young girl, who still lay there, 
unconscious. And the only ones who were satisfied, I'm sure, were the Monsignor and Father 
Peter, because they were the only two men who were now standing there without bulges 
under their robes.

I crawled out on my cubbyhole and ran back to my room again. I could hear all the Priests 
filing out of the Chapel, but I didn't look back once.

I hated the Monsignor even more now, because I could see through him. But it still wasn't 
Father Peter's fault, even though I was beginning to have my doubts about him. I didn't learn 
to hate him then. That all came later. For at that point, he was still being controlled by the evil 
Monsignor.

They were all being controlled by the evil Monsignor, and I think that they all liked it, too. I
started to wonder if all those other Priests, the unsatisfied ones, were masturbating behind 
their hard wooden doors in their rooms now. Or was their faith in God strong enough to pull 
them through these sexual urgings that they all had been going through.

It was only then that I decided to be a little more daring. I waited until I heard total silence 
near the Priest's quarters.

Then, I opened my door slowly and started to walk back in that direction. I tiptoed down 
the hallway, and started looking in the rooms, just by getting on my knees and peering 
through the keyholes.

Some of the lights in the rooms were out, and I couldn't see anything but total blackness. 
Father Peter had a candle on in his room, and I could see him on his knees, and prayer again.

"Forgive me for what I have done tonight, Father," he was saying. "I know that I have 
sinned, but I have sinned in order to help you bring peace and order to the world."

I liked him then. I liked him for the things that he was saying. And he sounded so sincere 
about it. He had to be, for he was talking to no one but God, and you couldn't lie to God.

It wasn't until later that I saw him for the real person that he was.

I walked down the hall a little more, and I looked into those rooms that still had light in 
them. And sure enough, I could see some of the Priests masturbating. I didn't stay long to 
watch any of them, but I had to satisfy my own curiosity and see how they had handled things.

And I did see. I saw that the Priests, although preaching to everyone about the sins of 
fornication, still had sexual drives themselves. And even though they told everyone how bad it
was, they still had those needs, too.

Except for Father Peter. He seemed repentant about what he had done, and at that time, I 
admired him for the things that he was saying to God. I admired him for realizing that what he
had done was sinful.

And I wondered about the Monsignor, and what he was thinking in private. For all of us 
have private thoughts and public thoughts, and the Monsignor had to have his own, too.

I wondered if he had a conscience that was divided. A conscience that told him, on one 
hand, that what he was doing was equivocating, and on the other hand, that what he should 
be doing was telling the truth. Living according to his beliefs, and not practicing everything 
that he preached against.

But I was to learn about all that later on, too. For there was a time that was to come when I
was to see the Monsignor, in one of his private moods, and hear one of his conversations to 
God. I was to learn of his true feelings. Feelings that he had never revealed to anyone living on
earth. Feelings that he could only tell to God because he knew that, or he believed that...

No!

The time will come when I will tell all these things, as they happened. For many more 
things occurred before then.





CHAPTER THREE


I never would have believed that things like this could have been going on at the nunnery 
also. As I related in my first conversation with Father Peter, my job at the monastery was not a 
full time one.

My job working for the Church, though, was. For when I was hired, it was decided that I 
would work six days a week. Of course, Sundays were my days off, and it was assumed that I 
was going to Church to pray for my sins, and beg forgiveness from the Lord.

And the first few months that I had been working, I had gone to Church on Sundays. But 
all that changed as I saw more and more things happening, and learned about the ways the 
powers of the Church were abused by men who used God to fuck women.

For in my mind, that was what it had all come down to.

I would work in the monastery on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. On the other 
three days, I was supposed to go to the nunnery and tend the gardens there. When I first 
noticed the strange things that were happening around the monastery, I looked forward to 
going to the .nunnery. In some ways, I felt that I was escaping from the evil that I saw 
happening in the circles of these Priests. And even though I knew that the Church was 
supposed to be God's place, I soon started to believe that this particular one was the Devil's 
place. For it was the Devil's deeds that were being carried out here. At least, if you wanted to 
believe all the things that the Priests were preaching, it was the Devil's deeds.

It was the Devil, hiding behind God.

It took me a much longer time to realize that the same kinds of things were going on in 
the nunnery. That might have been because of the way I was brought up, and the feelings that
I always had about women. I didn't think that there were any kind of women who would have 
something like that in them, who would be able to carry out the kinds of things that I saw.

I didn't notice these kinds of things happening until a few months after I was aware of 
what was going on in the monastery.

But believe me, evil things were happening at the nunnery, too. And if I didn't get to see 
them all, well, I got to see enough things to convince me.

About three weeks after the incident in the Chapel, I was going to the nunnery. The set-up
of the grounds was fairly similar to the set-up at the monastery. That is, there were huge stone
walls surrounding the grounds, and there was one single wrought iron gate in the front. No 
men were allowed to pass through that gate at the nunnery (so I was told) except for me: I 
had a key to the lock, and I would just let myself in whenever I arrived. But there was always so
much more work to be done in the nunnery because the Mother Superior there loved flowers.

"I think that the Lord blessed us when he made flowers to grow on earth," she said to me, 
"and I feel more blessed when I wake up in the mornings and smell them all around me."

So even though I spent as many hours working there as I did at the monastery, it never 
seemed like there was a time when there was no work to be done. And that might have been 
another reason why I didn't see many things happening there at first. I was just too busy with 
my work, and also, they didn't like it that much when I walked by the nun's quarters.

For I was a man, and an outsider in that way. At least at the monastery, there were other 
men around, and no women. I mean, it was easier for me to check out the grounds without 
being noticed.

There was one nun there who I got to know fairly well. Her name was Sister Maria, and 
although she always wore her habit, I could see that she once had a nice head of lovely 
blonde hair. She had clear blue eyes, and a very sweet looking face. I'll never forget her high 
cheekbones, and the way they made her look so totally alluring.

Of course, I never told her that. She would have blushed, and she would have been so 
embarrassed. I wouldn't have wanted that, because then, she might have decided not to talk 
to me anymore, and she was one of the only nuns there who I could carry on a long 
conversation with.

I met her the third month that I was working at the nunnery. I was digging up a small 
garden in front of the Mother Superior's office so that she would be able to see flowers when 
she walked out. I could feel the hot sun beating down on my back. I had taken off my shirt 
because it had been filled with sweat. All of a sudden, I heard a voice.

"I've brought you something to drink," she said to me.

I looked up, and I could see a beautiful nun standing there, holding out a glass of water. 
That was the first time I ever laid eyes on Sister Maria.

"Thank you," I said, standing up and taking the glass from her hand. I noticed that as I 
stood up, her eyes, which had been looking forward when I had been on the ground, didn't 
look at me, but immediately looked down. "Why don't you want to look at me?" I asked.

"You are half-naked. The Mother Superior told me to offer you something to drink, but she
cautioned me."

"Cautioned you against what?" I asked. "I don't understand."

"She said that you are still a man. All men are the same in one sense, she told me, and 
therefore, I had to be cautioned."

I looked at her, and I was rather amused by the way she put things. I knew now what she 
was talking about, but I wondered if she did. I mean, I wondered if she was aware of the male 
and female sexuality. Because that was what the Mother Superior was cautioning her about, 
even though she wasn't saying it in so many words.

"Do you understand why?" I asked her.

"I'm not sure," she said.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Really? And when did you first join the nunnery?"

"I've been here all my life. You see, my mother died when I was born. I never knew her, and
the Church brought me up. The Mother Superior here, was like a mother to me. I wasn't really 
asked to join the order, but it was assumed that I would, and I did."

"Are you happy here?" I asked her. You see, even though she was a nun, I have to admit 
that I was sexually attracted to her. And I thought about loving her even then. If she wasn't 
happy being a nun, I thought, maybe she would consider leaving the order and marrying me. I
know that I was jumping to rash conclusions, but I had never met anyone with such alluring 
beauty before.

"I don't know if I'm happy here," she said to me, "but I am serving God, and what else is 
there?"

I wanted to tell her all about the love between a man and a woman. I wanted to tell her 
that that was what the Mother Superior had cautioned her about. But I realized then, that she 
was living in her own world, and all that my words would do would be confuse her.

But I decided on a more subtle approach.

"Have you ever been in love?" I asked her.

"Love?"

"Love. You must know what love is. I know that you love the Lord. You pray to Him, and 
you worship Him, so you have to love him."

"I love Him the way a servant of the Lord should love Him."

"I know that. But have you ever loved another human being? If you take it all back to 
Adam and Eve, God created women for men. He created Eve so that Adam wouldn't be lonely 
anymore."

"Of course I know about that," she said to me, smiling. "A man was made for a woman, 
and a woman was made for a man. But if you love God, there is no place for any other kind of 
love. For another kind of love would take away from the love that you have for the Lord, and 
then he would be angry."

"Has the Mother Superior taught you all this?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said. "How did you know all that?"

"You can call it a lucky guess. A pot shot guess. I mean, you told me that you were born 
here, and someone had to teach you those things. They're not the kind of things that you 
learn on your own."

"Nothing is learned on your own. Everything is taught," she said to me.

"The Mother Superior taught you all that, too, I suppose."

"Yes, she did."

All of a sudden, there was a call from the Mother Superior's office.

"Sister Maria, are you there?" a booming voice called out.

I noticed instantly the way the young nun froze at the sound of that voice. I could see a 
look of terror in her clear blue eyes, and I was trying to figure it all out. If it was fear that I was 
seeing there, I wondered why it was there. After all, the way she had been talking about the 
Mother Superior led me to believe that she idolized the woman. Or at least, that the woman 
was such a good teacher, and she loved the things that she was being taught.

"Sister Maria," the voice screamed again.

"Yes," she called back, barely able to get the word out.

"I told you to bring the man out a glass of water and hand it to him. I did not tell you to 
stand there all day talking to him."

"I think you'd better go in now," I said to her, handing her the cup back. "I'm sorry if I 
caused you any trouble, but if I have, you tell the Mother Superior that I was the one detaining
you, and not the opposite way around, okay?"

"Thank you," she said, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back. The girl was just to 
beautiful to be wasting her life in a convent. I watched her run into the Mother Superior's 
office, and then I went back to work.

As I stooped down to start back on the garden, I could hear some words being said inside.

"I'm sorry," I hear Maria telling the Mother Superior.

"I've told you time and time again not to whimper when you apologize. But I have to 
caution you again. You are a woman of the Church, and there is no place for a man in your life,
is that understood?"

"I never said that there was. I was only talking and... "

"Child," the voice commanded, "you have also been taught that you shouldn't talk back 
when you are being scolded. And I'm not finished yet. You have a very curious nature, and I'm 
afraid that it is going to lead you into trouble. You have to learn to use caution when you 
meet strangers."

"But he's not a stranger. He's the gardener. He's been working here for a few months now,
and he always smiles at me when I walk by. I only did what you told me to do. I brought him a 
glass of water."

"And you stood outside and you spoke with him for ten minutes. And now, I can tell that 
the Lord is mad at you. I want you to go to your room and pray to him so that he forgives you
for casting your eyes on anyone but him."

I looked up in a few minutes, and I could see Sister Maria walking out of the Mother 
Superior's office. She had her head bowed, and she started to walk toward the nun's quarters.

I stood up and I started to walk beside her. I had to run a little to catch up to her, but then 
I did.

"I'm sorry that I got you into trouble," I said to her. "You don't have to say anything, but 
you can nod your head, can't you?" She did. "Is the Mother Superior always this cruel to you?" 
She shook her head no. "Only when you talk to people that she doesn't like? Men?" She shook
her head yes.

I felt so bad for the poor girl, but I didn't want to say anything more. And I was also scared
for her because the Mother Superior might have been looking at us from her window at that 
very moment. I didn't want to get her into any kind of trouble. I reached for her hand which 
she had hidden in the folds of her cloak, and I squeezed it a little.

"Maybe we'll get to talk another time," I said to her.

Then I turned around and went back to my gardening. Every so often, I would look up at 
the Mother Superior's office to see if she was looking out at me. There were a few times when 
I caught her looking at me, and I smiled. But then, she would turn around and act as if she 
didn't see me.

I couldn't figure her out. She was not a bad looking woman herself, although her age was 
beginning to show. She had a few wrinkles on her forehead, but besides that, she had red 
cheeks and a bright smile.

I thought about Maria a lot after that first meeting with her. I had never been in love up 
until that point in my life, but I did feel something for her that I hadn't felt for any other 
woman before. I was afraid to tell her about my feelings though, because she seemed so 
confused already, and I didn't want to confuse her any more.

But I did continue to see her every so often. We could only speak for a few minutes at a 
time, and even then, it was always with a bit of hesitation on her part, and a lot of caution for 
both of us. But the things that I learned about her were simply amazing.

For instance, she had never left the convent grounds in her entire life.

I could hardly believe it when she told me that. For it seemed like she was limiting her life 
in so many ways by never having seen the outside world. Not that the world was so good, I 
thought. In Spain at that time, there was a great deal of plague, and many sick people in the 
towns. But that was only happening during the last three years or so.

But when I spoke to her of many things, I had to explain myself, because she hadn't seen 
too much.

"I wish I knew what my mother had been like," she once told me.

"Why is that?"

"Because in the Bible, girls learn so many things from their mothers. I know that the 
Mother Superior has been good to me, and she's taught me many things, but I know that I 
could have learned a lot more from my real mother."

"That might be true," I said to her then, "and you might have had more of a choice about 
what you wanted to do for the rest of your life."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, I don't want to confuse you, but hasn't it ever occurred to you that there's a world 
outside of these gates? A world that's going on. Many, many different kinds of people. And 
here you are, in this convent."

"So?"

"Most of the other nuns here, they come from the world outside. They see it, and then, 
they decide that they don't like it."

"But that's not true. The convent is not a place where you can run to for escape. You have 
to feel it."

"Feel it?"

"You have to have the calling of the Lord. That's the way that it happens. They come here 
when they have the calling of the Lord."

"Okay, fine. But have you had that calling? I mean, you've been here all your life. It wasn't 
as if you had any kind of choice. Like you said, the other nuns are here because they've had a 
calling. They've left the outside world, a world which they've had a chance to see. But you've 
never seen it."

I could see how confused she was getting. She looked at me with questioning eyes, and I 
didn't know what kind of an answer to give to her.

Then, she spoke, and I listened to what she had to say.

"But the Mother Superior says that all is not good in the outside world. She says that 
people are dying, if not from the plague, then from hunger. And if not from hunger, then from
murder. People are going crazy now in the outside world, and here, I'm protected from all 
that."

I smiled.

"You might be right," I said to her. "You might be right when you say that people are going
crazy out there. I have to admit that one of the reasons I decided to work for the Church was 
to escape. But at least I saw what I was escaping from. I think that everyone should have that 
opportunity."

She looked even more confused than before. I could see a tear start to well up in her eyes, 
and I reached over and brushed it away. I couldn't believe how soft her skin was. And I 
couldn't help what I did next. I leaned over and I put my lips on hers I dug my tongue deep 
inside her mouth, and I could feel her starting to breath so heavily. I only had my lips on hers 
for a second, and then I pulled away.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I have to go now," she said, and then she got up and ran off.

I really was sorry about what I had done, and over the next few weeks, I began to feel 
worse and worse about it. You see, I didn't see Maria too often after that. I'm sure that she was
trying to avoid me, and I know that her avoidance was due to the confusion that she was 
feeling. I was hoping that she would at least come over and talk to me so I could explain 
myself. But she didn't.

It was about the time that I had seen the strange things happening at the monastery that I
saw what was happening to Maria. It couldn't have been more than two weeks after the 
occurrence in the Chapel that I finally got to talk to her.

It was a chance meeting. I had just finished weeding the small garden in the back of the 
nunnery, and she was walking by. I'm sure she hadn't expected me to be there, otherwise she 
wouldn't have come that way. But as soon as she saw me she started to run off.

"Maria," I said, running after her and pulling on her arm, "I have to talk to you. I've wanted 
to talk to you for a long time."

"What?" she asked, pulling her arm from my grip.

"You've been avoiding me, and I have to know why."

"I haven't been avoiding you. I just haven't seen you, that's all. It's just that I've been too 
busy, and... "

"And. What has the Mother Superior been saying?"

"Nothing."

"You don't have to lie to me. You really don't. I know that you must have told her about 
what happened, because I've been getting strange looks from her, too. But she hasn't had the 
guts to say anything to me about it, and I want to know what it was she told you about me."

"It's nothing. She didn't say anything about you, per se. She was telling me about all men, 
and what they want from a woman."

"And what is that?" I asked her.

"Fornication," she said, and she was in tears by that time.

"Is that what she's been telling you? She didn't tell you anything about love, or the things 
that go with that, did she? No, instead she's just told you about an act. An act that all animals 
perform, because that's the way God made us."

I was losing control of myself, and I was shaking her.

"Don't say that," she said to me. "That's a lie. It's all a lie."

I let go of her, and she fell to the ground. I stooped down and I touched her face. It felt 
even softer than the first time I remember touching her. I lifted her chin up and kissed her 
again, but this time, with more love and passion than the first time.

"You see," I said to her, "I don't just want to use you. I love you, and that's something 
different."

"I can't love you," she said to me. "I can't love you. To love you would take away from my 
love for God, and I can't do that."

"Can you love God all that much?"

"I don't know," she said, "I just don't know. Now please, leave me alone."

She got up and she started to run. I knew that if I let her go that time, it would all be over. 
There would be no way that I would ever be able to love her and make her love me. So I got 
up and I started to run after her.

"Maria," I yelled out.

She turned around and she saw me approaching. She tried to run faster, but her gown was
too long, and she almost tripped. So it was easy for me to catch up to her and grab her again.

"I love you and I want you to leave this place and be my wife," I said to her.

She was crying so much now, and I pulled her close to me. I could feel her shoulders 
heaving up and down, and my heart really went out to her then. I squeezed her so tight.

"Don't," she said.

"I have to. Don't you see, this is the kind of comfort that I can give you. Physical, emotional
comfort. Does the Lord give you that?"

"When you look for it, it's there," she said to me.

"Is it really there for you? Because I don't think that it is. What I see is a girl who has been 
taught to think one way, but she is still so unsure about everything. Otherwise, why would we 
even be talking like this?"

"Because you're holding me, and you're making me talk like this. I don't want to. I can't. I 
have my duties here, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"And what about your duties to yourself? Your feelings. What about them? I have to 
know."

"Well I can't tell you those, because I don't know. But I can't change the way that I've been 
living now. I can't. And I don't want you to make me change."

And then, she pulled away from me again and she started to run. I thought that everything
was hopeless. But I had to follow her. I had to. I don't know why. I didn't know if she would be 
willing to talk to me again, but I had to see. This time, though, I didn't call after her.

I guess I might have been hoping that she would run to the Chapel and pray. I guess I 
thought that she might make some kind of confession to God about her love for me, or the 
love that I thought she felt for me. But that was all in my mind, because she wasn't headed in 
that direction at all. Instead, she was running toward the Mother Superior's office. I followed 
her, slowly, and I saw her run in and slam the door behind her.

I walked over to the window and I peered in. But I kept to one side so that they couldn't 
see me. I looked in and I could see Maria, on her knees, and in tears. If I had known what was 
going to happen next, I probably never would have stood there watching.

But it was my first introduction into the sexual ways and beliefs at the nunnery. In some 
ways, and maybe it was because of my love for the girl who became the victim, I thought that 
it was more grotesque than the things that I saw happening at the monastery.

"What's wrong my child?" the Mother Superior said to Maria.

"It's him. It's that man, the gardener."

"I thought we had that all settled. I thought I told you to stay away from him."

"I know, and I wanted to do what you told me. But I couldn't avoid him. I wanted to, but I 
just ran into him, and... oh... I don't know what to do."

"You have to tell me everything that happened," the Mother Superior said.

"He told me that he loved me, and that he wanted to marry me. He told me that I was 
foolish to stay here when I didn't know what it was like outside. And he wants me to go with 
him."

"You fool. You never should have said anything to him. Ever. And now, you're not only 
going to have to pay for it, but you're going to have to learn why he wants you. Why all men 
want women, and why we have decided to devote our lives to God."

I could see that Maria was trembling, and I was trembling a little, too. The Mother 
Superior's voice sounded so vengeful. And I could see an evil look in her eye that reminded 
me so much of the Monsignor.

The Mother Superior stood up and she walked over to Maria. She reached for her habit 
and pulled it off. I could see Maria's hair for the first time. It wasn't that long, but nor was it as 
short as I had thought it would be. And it was a light shade of blonde.

Then, the Mother Superior began to rip off her entire habit, and Maria stood there, nude 
and trembling. I couldn't believe how lovely she looked. At first, I could only see her two 
rounded buttocks. But the skin looked so smooth and soft. Then, the Mother Superior 
commanded her to turn around. I could see that Maria had such large tits, and a nice little 
muff of blonde pissy hair. I could feel my own penis starting to get hard, and I only wished 
that the Mother Superior wasn't in the room with Maria so I could go in.

The Mother Superior walked over to her large wooden desk, and she pushed everything 
onto the floor. Then, she commanded Maria to lie down on the desk, on her back.

The innocent blonde girl did just that, not knowing what to expect. By that time, I had an 
idea of what the Mother Superior was planning to do to her, and I wanted to scream out and 
warn her. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I could see how much she was under the power of the 
older woman, and I knew that I would never be able to convince her of anything that the 
Mother Superior didn't want her to know.

I watched as the older woman walked over to the love of my life and reached for her 
breasts. She pinched Maria's red nipples very hard, and I could hear the girl let out a small 
scream.

"Does that hurt?" the Mother Superior asked.

"Yes."

"Well, that's just the beginning. But if you had gone with that man, he wouldn't have let 
up. For this is the way men have been taught to treat women."

I could see her twisting poor Maria's nipples, and the girl was trying to hold back her tears.

And then, the Mother Superior moved her hands between Maria's legs and she started to 
pry them apart.

I could see her pink pussy lips coming into view, and I wanted to run in there and kiss her 
and comfort her, and tell her that she was being lied to. But I couldn't. I just stood there with a
raging erection and a total sense of loathing for the Mother Superior, everything that she 
stood for, everything that she was doing, and everything that she was about to do.

She moved her hand near Maria's pussy lips, and she started to pull on them. I could hear 
Maria moaning, and I knew that she liked that. And the Mother Superior seemed to sense that
much, too.

"You've read about intercourse in the Bible, my child," the elder lady was saying to her 
younger victim. "You've read about it, and you've been fortunate enough to have managed 
not to experience it. But that's all that any man wants from a woman. And you have to learn 
how painful it can be."

And then, I watched with horrified eyes as the Mother Superior reached into her desk and 
pulled out a wooden phallic shaped object. She held it up in front of Maria's eyes, so that the 
girl could see what it looked like.

It was huge. Almost as big as the one that the Monsignor had used on the girl during the 
Chapel ceremony. But at least he hadn't lied about anything like this evil woman was. For she 
was telling Maria all lies.

"This is small," she said, "in comparison with what a real penis looks like. She when you feel
it stretching your insides, you're to realize that if you ever let a man do that, he could tear you 
apart."

And then, I watched as she took the phallus and shoved it right up Maria's cunt. She didn't
even give the girl a chance to lubricate herself with her own juices. I could hear Maria letting 
out a loud scream as the Mother Superior began to thrust the large phallus in and out of her 
cunt.

And after a few thrusts, I could see that the phallus had become lubricated. It was 
lubricated with Maria's blood. I imagined that some of it had come from her broken hymen.

But it all couldn't have been from that. Some of it had to be from the wood scraping 
against Maria's vaginal tunnel. And the way she was moving and the way she was screaming 
almost confirmed the fact that she was almost being ripped right open by the actions of the 
Mother Superior.

Then, the elder woman reached over again with her free hand and she started to pinch 
Maria's nipples all over again. But I could see a strange look of pleasure on her face as she 
watched the girl squirming in pain.

"This is the way you would feel if you let a man violate you," she was telling Maria. "This is 
how it works, but it's even more painful. For the man is much bigger, and he is only concerned
with satisfying himself. That is why I have taught you to love God all these years. For if you 
love God, he will love you."

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Maria started to say, and then she continued to 
pray.

And the Mother Superior continued to fuck her with that dildo in the name of God. I could
see Maria thrusting her ass off the wooden table at times, and I knew that something must 
have been building up inside of her. I hoped that she would at least experience an orgasm to 
see how pleasurable it could be.

But each time she started to thrust her hips, as if she were getting into the whole thing, 
the Mother Superior would stop the action of the dildo, and she would pinch Maria's nipples 
even harder, until the pain just seemed to overcome any sense of pleasure at all.

And then, when it looked like the girl was going to relax, and her body started to go limp, 
the evil woman would start all over again.

I can't tell you how long this went on for, because I was totally mesmerized by what I was 
seeing, I wanted to run in there and make love to her the way a man should make love to a 
woman, and not the way the Mother Superior was telling her. But I knew that I couldn't do 
that. I knew that if I went in there, the Mother Superior would start to scream, and I wouldn't 
have been able to control myself.

I can honestly say that I would have put my hands around her neck and squeezed the life 
right out of her.

That was one of my fears.

And the other was Maria's embarrassment if I had barged into the room. And I never 
would have been able to convince her that what the Mother Superior had been saying to her 
was a lie. A total lie.

After all, I was someone she had only known for a few years, and she had been brought up
by the Mother Superior all her life. I couldn't expect her to change her beliefs all at once, and I
didn't.

So I just stood there and watched until the Mother Superior almost brought her to a 
climax again. Then, she pulled the dildo out of Maria's cunt, and she pulled her head up so 
that the young girl could look at the blood that was between her legs.

"There," she said to her. "That's what a man can do to you, and I want you to be happy 
that I was here to protect that from happening. And remember, it could have been worse than
that. Now I want you to get up, go to your room, and pray to God so that he will forgive you."

I left as Maria got up and started to get dressed. For she was going to do everything that 
the Mother Superior had told her to do.





CHAPTER FOUR


It was after that incident with Maria that I somehow swore to get revenge on the Mother 
Superior. It's rather ironic that I actually sat down and swore, for swearing would be one thing 
that the Mother Superior would frown on. I could see her telling Maria that you should never 
swear or take the Lord's name in vain. But I didn't care because I no longer thought of that 
evil woman as a member of the Church, and one of God's flock.

I thought of her, like the Monsignor, as the Devil reincarnated on earth.

However, I was soon to learn that they were all Devils, the whole lot of them. They were 
Devils hiding behind the Church, preaching Church laws while they were practicing the Devil's 
deeds.

I couldn't tell anyone what I was thinking, however. If I had told anyone my thoughts, I 
would have been put to death on the spot. For that would have been taken as a totally 
anti-Christian way of thinking.

And it was the time of the Spanish Inquisition, where everyone had to answer to the 
Church. That was why the Church was in so much power. Even the law and the government 
had to answer to the Church for its actions, if the Church chose to hear an explanation.

It was in this way, and these small mock trials, as I would like to call them because I saw 
through them all, that the members of these two different parishes abused their powers even 
more, and satisfied their own lust.

I did not know, at the time, what other things the Mother Superior had up her sleeve, what
other deeds she was doing in the name of the Church. I tried to stay out of her way. In fact, I 
was rather surprised that I had not been fired from working at the nunnery, only because of 
what had happened with Maria. I thought that the Mother Superior would have at least tried 
to keep me out of the realms of the sacred grounds, but she didn't.

Nothing was ever said to me about what had happened with Maria. I mean, about the part
that I had played. My confession of love to her, and my proposal of marriage, which the 
Mother Superior knew about.

I never saw Maria again for a long time, and I wondered why. It was about three weeks 
after her brutal and bastardized initiation into sex that I finally decided to approach the 
Mother Superior and see what had happened to Maria. I knew that she wouldn't want to talk 
about it, but I wanted to.

I saw the elder woman walking down the alley one day. I had been digging up some 
flowers to bring into her office to give her. It would have only been an excuse to get in there 
and talk to her. So as I saw her walking, I grabbed the flowers that I had already dug up, and I 
started to run after her.

"Mother Superior," I said to her, and I saw her turn around and smile at me. It was the 
most complacent look I'd ever seen. Certainly a change from the Devilish look that I had seen 
on her face at other times. I instantly put myself on the defensive, knowing that she was going
to try and be as kind with me as possible. "I'd like to talk with you for a minute."

"Certainly, my son," she said to me.

"It's about Maria. I mean, Sister Maria. I haven't seen her around here for the past three 
weeks, and I was wondering where she was."

"It's not like the gardener here to take an active interest in the many sisters of the parish," 
she said, with that complacent look still on her face.

"She's a friend," I said.

"The sisters here should not have friends of your gender. It goes against the teachings of 
the Lord. We must love Him, and Him only."

"I do not ask for anything more than Maria's friendship now," I said, trying to retain myself.
I still had all that hatred built up inside of me for this woman who I was talking to, but 
somehow, I couldn't bring myself to show outwards signs of anger in her presence. "That is all 
I ask. And besides, is not the Pope a man? You tell me that the sisters should have nothing to 
do with men, but your very leader is a man. And God himself is... "

"God has no gender, my son," she said to me. "And there is a difference between the kind 
of friendship you talk about, and the kind of relationship that we have here with the Pope."

"And what is that difference?"

"Surely, you do not want me to tell you.

You must know it yourself."

"I might. But I want to know if we're thinking along the same lines."

"Fornication, my child. I know, and you know, that was all that you were looking for in a 
relationship with Sister Maria."

"That's a lie," I said, trying to calm myself down. "You seem to have sheltered her here so 
long, that she doesn't know what life is."

"What is life, then, young man? You seem to think that you have all the answers. There is 
no answer to that, except one. Life is God's blessing to you, and you must learn to love him for
giving you that blessing. Sister Maria has learned to love him in that way."

"And what about love?"

"She loves God, and that is all. Now if you will excuse me, I have to be off. There is a 
meeting that I must attend, seeing as how I am in charge, and all the sisters will be waiting 
there for me. Good day."

"But what about Sister Maria?"

"What about her?"

"Will I ever get to see her? Will I ever get to talk to her?"

"I doubt it. I doubt that you will ever see her again."

"Is she still here at the nunnery?"

"I must be off," she said, and then, she brushed right past me.

I was still holding the flowers in my hand. The flowers that I had been planning to give to 
her. I could feel myself starting to crush the innocent bud of the flower in my hands. I watched
the petals fall off of the rose, and I crushed it even more with my foot, grinding it into the 
ground. And all the time, I knew that I was committing the sin of murder, because in my mind,
that was the Mother Superior's face. I continued to grind my foot on the innocent petal, until 
it was ground into nothing. Then, I decided that I would follow her.

I had to follow her. She had said that there was a meeting she was going to attend, and I 
wanted to see just what kind of things went on at her meetings.

But I had even more of a reason. I started to imagine that Sister Maria might be there, and 
even though I knew that I wouldn't be able to talk with her, as long as the Mother Superior 
was in the same room, I thought that I might perhaps be able to take another look on her 
innocent and lovely face.

And for the time being, I told myself, that would be enough for me. I would have to settle 
for that much.

So I started to follow her. I walked slowly, and kept to the sides of the building, for fear 
that she might turn around and look at me. I didn't know where the meeting was being held, 
for she wasn't walking toward her office. In fact, she was walking in the opposite direction.

She walked into one of the smaller buildings on the east side of the nunnery. I had never 
been in that building before, even though I had noticed it. It was made of a pink stone, and it 
stood out in comparison with all the other buildings. It was the smallest one, too, and I 
figured, the first time that I had seen it, that there could only be one small room there.

And as I was to learn, it was the meeting room, but the meetings had very little to do with 
the Church, as far as the Lord's following may go.

I peered in through a small window on the side of the building. It was toward the back, 
and I was glad, for the sisters were still filing into the room, slowly. Had I been standing in the 
front, I surely would have been noticed.

When I looked in, I could see that the room was practically bare. There was a dark wooden
floor, and I could hear the sounds of the sisters feet echoing as they filed into the room.

There was one large wooden table near the back of the room, and I could see the Mother 
Superior sitting there, looking at her flock as they came in. Each sister nodded to her, and she 
touched their heads, to bless them, in turn. They each bowed down in front of her as she said 
a low prayer. I could hardly make out the words, and I was wondering what she was saying. 
For this looked like a rather odd meeting for someone of the Church to be having.

I looked all over the room to try and spot Sister Maria, but I couldn't see her anywhere. It 
was hard to tell most of them apart anyway, because all I could see of them were their faces.

After they were each blessed by the Mother Superior, they lined up against the wall, and 
stood there. She was the only one who was sitting, and I could tell that she considered it a 
tremendous honor. After all, she was the leader, and these were all her followers flocked 
around her.

"The meeting will come to order now," she said, in that loud booming voice. The only 
other time I had heard her use a voice like that was when she had yelled to Sister Maria the 
first time I had spoken with her. "First, I would like to know if there is anything that anyone 
would like to say, held over from the last meeting."

There was a tiny bit of chatter among the women, but no one said anything loud enough 
to address themselves to the Mother Superior. I was trying to count the number of sisters 
there, just to see if they were all there. I knew that Maria was missing, for sure, but I wasn't too
sure about how many other sisters there were in the parish now, so I couldn't tell if they were 
all there or not.

"I'm waiting," the Mother Superior said.

But nobody said anything else. There was total silence at that point, and I could see that 
there was some kind of mood of excitement prevailing over the entire room. And I was 
waiting, too, to see what kind of meeting this was going to be.

"Then bring him in," the Mother Superior said.

The front door was open, and a young boy was led into the room by two more of the 
sisters. He was dressed in tattered rags, I could see. He had smooth brown hair that just hung 
on his face, into his eyes, and on his forehead. His eyes were a deep brown, and his face, 
rather innocent and childlike. He could not have been any more that fourteen years old. He 
looked as if he were trembling, wondering, too, what was going to happen to him. He had his 
two hands folded in front of him.

"Come here," the Mother Superior said to him, giving him a smile. "Is your name John 
Estrada?"

"Yes, Mother Superior."

"And you know what you have been accused of?"

"Yes, Mother Superior."

"Would you like to tell the other sisters what it was that you have done so they can share 
in your sin and help you to prove yourself in the light of God once more?"

"No," he said, trembling even more.

I watched as the Mother Superior got up from the desk, and walked around to where the 
trembling boy was standing. She put her arm around his shoulder, in what seemed to be a 
comforting gesture. She looked deeply into his eyes and she started to speak once more.

"The Lord does not help those sinners who are not willing to help themselves. And in 
order to help yourself, you must confess to your sin first. For without a confession, it is as if 
you deny the fact that you have sinned."

"But I haven't sinned," the, boy said. "I haven't."

"Fornication is the worst sin of all," she said. "And that is the sin that you have been 
accused of."

"Accused? Who told you that?"

"It is not for you to know. All you must know is that your mother came to me and told me 
that she knew you were fornicating. She was so worried, and she asked me for my help. And 
now, I am trying to force that evil from your soul in order to make you shine in the Lord's eyes
once again."

"But... "

"Confess to your sin," she said, in the most commanding and terrifying voice that I had 
ever heard. "Confess to your sin, or you will die in hell."

She was forcing the boy to his knees at the same time that she was screaming out at him. I
could see sweat running down the boy's forehead. He was so scared, and I couldn't blame 
him. For after the Mother Superior spoke, there were chants from all the other sisters standing
around the room.

"Confess, confess," the were chanting, almost as if they weren't patrons of the Church, but 
rather, a sickly coven of witches, ready to prepare for a launching of their evil doings.

"We are trying to help you," the Mother Superior yelled above all the voices, "but you must
confess in order for that to come to be. Confess!"

"I have sinned," the boy started to say, in a low voice. "I have sinned, and I want to 
confess."

I could see that he was saying all this, not because he wanted to confess, but because of 
the atmosphere in the room. I know that I would have started to confess in there, too, because
it was sheer pandemonium with all the nuns standing around screaming out, and the Mother 
Superior pressing down on the boy's shoulders and commanding him to confess about what 
he had done.

"Louder," the Mother Superior yelled. "You must confess so that the Lord can hear your 
words."

"I have sinned," he screamed, almost as loud as the nuns were screaming. "I have 
fornicated with a young girl, and now I ask for your forgiveness."

"Tell us what you have done. We have to know is order to absolve you of all the sins that 
you have committed."

"I have had sexual intercourse... "

"More details," she Mother Superior yelled at him, "we have to know more details. Tell us 
where it happened, and what she was like."

"I met this girl. She was only fifteen, but she led me to a far part of town. We were all 
alone, and she told me that she wanted to have intercourse with me. I didn't know what to do,
but then, she was reaching into my pants, and she was rubbing me. I could feel myself getting 
harder, and then, she was pulling my hard penis out of my pants. Soon, she was tearing off 
the rest of my clothes, and I was naked. She moved her mouth down to my penis, and she 
started to lick it. At the same time, she was pulling her own clothes off."

The boy was yelling this all out through his tears. I could see them running down the side 
of his face. But what astounded me even more was the way that the other sisters standing 
around were reacting to his story.

I watched as a few of them started to pull up their habits, above their legs. None of them 
were wearing any kind of underpants, and their pussies were all exposed. I watched as a few of
them started to masturbate themselves, moving their fingers in and out of their cunts, faster 
and faster.

And the ones that weren't masturbating themselves were turning to others, and reaching 
for the person next to them. It was incredible. I watched as some of them sunk to the floor, 
they were wracked with so much passion. I was even more astounded when I saw one sister 
moving her mouth toward another sister's cunt, and she started to lick her.

The Mother Superior was still standing in the center of the room, and she was looking on 
with satisfaction as the nuns went at each other, and at themselves. And the boy seemed to 
notice, too, but he continued with his story.

"I looked at her breasts, and she pulled my mouth to them. I started to lick her huge 
nipples, and I could feel them getting stiffer and stiffer in my mouth. At the same time, she 
was reaching for her own pussy, and she started to move her fingers in and out of her tunnel. 
She fell to the ground beside me, and pulled me on top of her. I didn't know what to do, but 
then, she was rubbing my cock even more, and she was pulling me and guiding me into her."

"And how did it feel?" the Mother Superior yelled at him, "you have to tell the Lord how it 
felt."

"She was so warm and wet inside, and it felt good. I started to move my cock in and out of
her, and she started to moan louder and louder. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against 
my chest, and her pussy muscles were wrapping tightly around my cock. I couldn't believe 
how good it felt."

It was only then that I saw the look on the Mother Superior's face becoming even more 
evil. And then I saw why. The boy was wearing loose fitting clothing, and it was either the 
thoughts of the act that he had committed, or the sight of the half clothed nuns that was 
stimulating him, but I could see a bulge in his pants. I could tell that he was getting aroused, 
and the Mother Superior saw all this, too.

"It felt good," she repeated.

"It felt good," he said. "I loved it when I was inside of her. I started to move faster and 
faster. There were times when I thought that my cock was going to explode. I would feel it 
starting to throb, and then, she would wrap her legs around my ass and hold me steady until 
the pulsations stopped. She told me that she liked it the best when that happened because 
the throbbing sensations of my penis stretched her even more inside. And she didn't want me 
to come all that fast."

It was only then that I noticed the Mother Superior bending down in front of the boy. She 
was starting to pray, it seemed, possibly for his soul. But at the same time, she was starting to 
remove all his clothes, pulling at his shirt and pants, until he was naked. I think he was too 
scared to stop her, for she was pulling at his clothes with such force, and fury, and it seemed 
like he didn't know what was happening until it was too late, and he was naked.

But immediately, he moved his hands to his cock to try and protect himself.

I watched with horrified eyes as the Mother Superior pulled his hands away and she 
reached over and started to stroke his cock. His voice faltered as he was still continuing his 
confession. For he seemed to be very much aroused now, and she was doing everything in her
power to turn him on even more.

"Continue with your confession," she said, looking around the room and keeping her eyes 
on the other nuns, and what they were doing.

Some of them had completely stripped off their habits now. I looked in one corner of the 
room, and I could see two nuns working on a third. One of them was licking her pussy, while 
the other one was sucking on one breast and massaging the other breast with her hands. I" 
could see the nun that was being worked on, writhing on the floor with passion, trying to 
move her body everywhere. She was moaning and her moans were mixing in with all the other
shouts and groans that were happening.

"At one point," the boy continued to shout, looking down at his hard cock every few 
seconds, and trying to pull it from the Mother Superior's grip, "she told me to pull out of her. I
didn't know why. But then, she was pulling her legs up over her head even more, and she was 
spreading her ass cheeks. I could see her tiny red hole, and she started to pull my cock into 
her there. I couldn't believe how tight she was, but she just kept pulling at me and pulling at 
me until I was pretty far into her. She started to moan and tell me how good it was and... " He 
faltered as his cock started to tremble in the Mother Superior's hands, but she squeezed it 
very hard until the pulsations subsided, "... and then, I started to move myself in and out of her
asshole. At first, it hurt me a little bit, and I don't know how she felt. But soon, it was easier to 
move as her muscles stretched."

I was trying to keep my eyes on the Mother Superior to see if she was getting excited at 
all.

I couldn't believe that she was the cause of all this, and she was the one stroking the boy's 
cock. And if she was, she had to be excited in some way. I started to think that maybe the boy 
should have reached over and started to massage the Mother Superior's cunt, just to see what
kind of a reaction he could get from her. But he never would have done anything like that. He 
was too scared now about what was happening to him.

She continued to stroke his cock as he brought his story to a finish.

"I was in her ass for a few minutes, and then, she pulled me out and pulled me back into 
her cunt. She was even wetter and warmer than before, and as I entered, I could feel her cunt 
spasming around me. She started to make me thrust in and out by wrapping her legs around 
my ass and moving me. It didn't take long for me to come, and I shot off inside of her."

"And you sinned," the Mother Superior said.

"And I sinned," the boy screamed, and I was still under the impression that he was only 
saying it because the Mother Superior was there, and she was making him say those kind of 
things.

"And for sinning," she said, "you must pay for it. You must pay in the sight of the Lord by 
repeating your sin and begging him to forgive you as you do it."

The boy looked at her, horrified. He tried to pull back, but she held on tightly to his cock. 
However, he pushed her hand away, and he tried to run. But there was nowhere for him to go.
Many of the nuns had come already, and they were looking at him with eager eyes.

They started to circle around him, and they were all reaching for him. I heard him starting 
to yell out as they started to touch him everywhere. Hands were all over his body, on his chest,
pulling at his nipples, on his back, on his buttocks, his legs, and most of all, on his cock.

For it seemed as if all the nuns wanted to touch him there. And he was caught up in the 
center and he was screaming. I watched as they dragged him over to the desk where the 
Mother Superior had been sitting. He was still trying to struggle as they laid him down. Two of
the naked sisters held his arms, and another two were holding his feet.

The Mother Superior walked over to him, and she started to stroke his trembling cock 
which was now pointing straight up in the air.

"You will pray now," she said. "You will pray that He will forgive you for the sin which you 
have committed."

I could see her starting to pry her fingernail into the tip of the boy's cock. He started to yell
louder than ever, and then, he succumbed, and he began to pray.

"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be They name. Forgive me for I have sinned. I 
have fornicated with a girl, and she has brought me in the grace of the Devil. I wish to return 
to Your grace once again. Dear Lord. Forgive me."

"You must continue as you repeat the act," she said to him.

And then, I watched as one of the sisters climbed on top of him, and started to straddle his
body. She spread her pussy lips as she began to lower herself onto him. I watched her sink 
lower and lower until her cunt was completely surrounding his cock. Then, she started to 
move up and down.

The boy looked at her, and I'm sure he was impressed with the way her large tits were 
bouncing up and down. I could see the way her nipples were so stiff. No one could have 
convinced me that these women were doing the work of God. They were doing their own 
work, and that was all that counted in their minds, I'm sure.

The boy stopped praying as he must have felt the pleasures building up inside of him. And
it was only then that the Mother Superior walked up to him and slapped him across the face, 
so hard, that she wrenched his neck.

"You pray," she commanded. "You don't enjoy this, but you pray that God will forgive you."

And the boy started to move his lips. I didn't hear any words, and I can't say for sure if he 
was actually praying. He might have been in silent prayer, or he might have been faking it all 
to fool the Mother Superior. I don't know which.

The nun continued to move up and down on his cock, most likely stopping whenever she 
felt him on the verge of orgasm. For she soon collapsed on top of him, indicating that she had
come. She was pulled off, and another nun climbed on top of him to take her place.

I couldn't believe it. They went on like this for a half an hour. And they wouldn't let the boy
come. For each time he was starting to throb, they would slow up. It was obvious to me that 
they were only using him to satisfy themselves. I started to wonder if they would ever let him 
come. I could see how much sweat there was all over his body from all the passions that were 
building up inside of him. And the whole time, he was still being held, hand and foot, and his 
lips were moving in what I then considered mock silent prayer.

For I was sure that he wasn't saying anything to God. I was sure that he realized what 
these nuns were doing to him, and how they were doing this for their own pleasure.

I lost count of how many nuns rode his cock. But there were at least fifteen of them that 
were on him, while the others stood around, watching. And some of them even went off to 
the corners of the room and started to masturbate each other again. The room smelled of sex.

And then, after the last nun fell off him, I watched as the Mother Superior stood over him, 
still holding his hard cock. This time, she squeezed it so hard that it started to shrink. But I 
could tell that the boy's passions were built up to such a point that he would have to relieve 
himself as soon as he could.

"The Lord has forgiven you," she said to him. "You have used restraint and you have 
prayed for what you have done, and the Lord has answered." She ordered the nuns who had 
been holding him down to let him go. "Here are your clothes. I want you to get dressed and 
leave this place now."

I watched as the boy scurried into his clothes. He took one last look at the half-naked nuns
that were standing around the room. And he ran out, still pulling on his pants. He was just so 
anxious to get out of there. I saw him running toward the gate, and I started to run after him.

"Wait," I yelled.

"Leave me alone," he started to scream, not even bothering to look back.

But I was faster than he was, and he had been so drained of energy already, that it was 
easy for me to catch him.

I grabbed his arm, and I whirled him around.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. "There are no men allowed in the convent here. 
Why are you here?"

"I'm the gardener," I said to him, "and I just saw everything that happened to you. I 
watched it all, and I saw what they did."

"Nothing happened," he said.

"What are you talking about? I've seen other things happening here. Other things that I 
wouldn't have believed. But I've been too afraid to tell anyone about it for fear that they 
wouldn't believe me and call me a sinner. But now, there's you. It happened to you. You can 
tell everyone, and I would back you up."

"Are you crazy?" he said to me. "Are you crazy? Do you think that anyone would believe 
me just because you're here to back me up? We would both be put to death at once, 
condemned by the Church if we ever told anyone about what happened."

"But... "

"Leave me alone," he said, pulling his arm from my grip. I could see that there were tears 
in his eyes again. "Just leave me alone. I had sinned, and now I've paid for my sin."

"In what way? In what way did you sin, and in what way did you pay?"

"I don't know," he said. "But that's what the Mother Superior said to me, and that's what I 
have to believe."

"And you'll never sin like that again?" I asked. "You'll never go out and have intercourse 
again because of what happened?"

"I don't know," he said. "I don't know. Now leave me."

He started to run toward the gate, and I stood there, totally confused myself. But I didn't 
try to stop him that time. I just let him go, realizing that he had gone through enough that 
day, and I didn't want to put him through anything more.

And also, I realized that he was right. The boy had been brighter than I had even thought. 
No one would believe us, even if there were two of us to tell about what had happened. For 
there was no man stronger than the Church, and there were too many followers who would 
have called us anti-Christian, and it surely would have meant our deaths.

It was only then that I started to think about Maria again. At first, I had wondered why she 
hadn't been called to this meeting. And then, I realized why. She already had her one view of 
what sex was like with a man. She had her one idea, instilled by the evil Mother Superior, 
about what it was like to be fucked by a man, and the size of a man's penis.

If she had been there, if she had seen the size of that boy's penis, if she had seen the way 
the other sisters were trying to get near to him, trying to get him into them, she would have 
realized that everything the Mother Superior had told her was a lie. In that way, the Mother 
Superior probably thought that she was protecting the girl. I was determined even more, now,
to try and get to see Maria. I had no idea where she was, or if she was even still in that 
convent.

But I knew that I had to talk to her, and if possible, try and find a time when the Mother 
Superior would be having another one of her meetings and bring Maria there to show the 
Mother Superior up for the hypocrite that she was.





CHAPTER FIVE


It was after that incident that I decided to try and see just what it would be like to tell of some 
of these things. I knew that I couldn't walk through the town preaching of what I had seen. I 
would have been imprisoned and sentenced immediately.

But, as I said, there were certain parts of town that I would go to in order to relieve my 
own sexual tensions. There had been a larger district at one point in my life, where all the girls 
would walk on the streets and try to sell themselves. The Whore's District, it had been called.

But when the Inquisition came through, the Church started to clean up that part of town 
by putting some of these girls to death. Others, tried to hide and tried to find themselves a 
decent kind of job. But there were still those who practiced their old ways, even though they 
had to do it more in secret.

It was only because I had known many of these girls before that I was still able to find 
them. For their sellers, some men who made money off of them by commissioning customers 
for them in the streets, were familiar with some of the old and trusted faces. I was one of 
those, so I still had my connection to the whores.

When I left the nunnery that day and started travelling back to the monastery, I was 
shaking. For even though I had witnessed so many evil things now, the last one that I had 
seen was the one I had considered the worst. For I had spoken with the victim afterwards, and 
I had seen the way he was acting. I knew that he would be confused for a long time to come.

Sexually, and most likely, emotionally.

So I started walking toward the town. It was getting darker, seeing as how the sun was 
setting, and I knew that would be the right time for me to meet one of the sellers and make 
some kind of arrangement.

For not only was I in the mood to have intercourse, sexually, but I was also in the mood for
some verbal intercourse. I knew that I could tell anyone of those whores about what I had 
seen, and they would never do anything as far as reporting me went. For what they were 
doing was considered just as anti-Christian as the stories that I would be telling them. And to 
accuse me and turn me in would only mean that they in turn would be arrested for selling 
their bodies.

I started to run as I approached the town. I didn't know if it was the sexual anticipation, or 
just the knowledge that I would be able to share these stories with someone else that was 
making me so anxious to get there. But soon, I was in the familiar section of town.

I could see the streets, littered with all kinds of dirt. I could see a few drunkards lying in the
streets, and I had to climb over a few of them in order to get where I was going.

All of a sudden, I heard a terrifying scream coming from an alleyway in the far corners of 
the town. I was never one for being a hero, but I had to see what was going on. I ran to where 
the screams were coming from, and I saw that there was nothing. But then, I heard the 
screams again, and I could tell that they were coming from one of the houses. I could see a 
light shining through one of the windows, and I decided to go take a look.

I looked in the window, and I could see a naked woman, bound to four stakes on the floor.
I could see her breasts heaving up and down and sweat pouring all over her body. For there 
were glass bottles pushed into her skin, and in each bottle, two or three ticks.

I knew what they were for. The plague was still running rampant throughout the town, and
this was supposed to be one of the new cures that the doctors had been thinking of. The ticks,
when they landed on your body, were supposed to be able to suck the blood with the plague 
out of you.

I could see the girl writhing in pain as the ticks made their attack. And then, there was a 
man walking over to her. He was dressed in the typical doctor's garb.

"Steady," he said to her. "The cure is painful, but the plague is even more painful. Now, I'm 
going to give you something to try and drive the plague out from the bowels."

I looked on as he took a glass tube and inserted it up the girl's asshole. I could hear her 
scream even more. Then, he took a bag and attached it to the tube. He started to squeeze the 
bag, and whatever was in it was flowing up the girl's asshole.

"It will bum," he was saying, "but it will cure."

That was all I could take. I turned around and started to run, but the woman's screams 
echoed through the alleyway.

That was one of the reasons I had taken the job. There were strange things like that 
happening in the towns everyday. And at the monastery and nunnery, I felt safe, at least, from 
the plague.

And from the drunkards, and from the looters, and robbers who were wandering the 
streets at all hours of the night.

But I usually built up my courage when I came into the town. For I was a rather tall man, 
and I knew that no one would try anything with me. It was usually the elderly and the weak 
men who were attacked.

I soon found myself on the familiar streets that I frequented often. I looked around until I 
saw one of the sellers standing by an open doorway.

"Good evening," I said to him.

"Good evening," he said back. "And what can I do for you tonight?"

"The usual," I said, realizing that he had recognized me, and knew me fairly well by now.

"Is there anyone in particular that you would like to see?" he asked me.

I thought for a minute, trying to remember the names of some of the girls, and their 
particular talents. And then I thought of the mentality of the girls. For some of them were not 
too smart, and I didn't only want someone that I could fuck that night. I wanted someone who
I could talk to.

"Is Masha still around?" I asked.

"Masha. Yes, she is upstairs in the third room on your right. If you will pay me now, you can
go up."

I handed him the money, and I started to walk up a narrow flight of rickety stairs. I held 
onto the banister because the steps were so unsteady. I walked down the hall, and when I 
came to the third door on the right, I knocked lightly.

"Come in," I heard a voice say.

I opened the door, and walked into a small room. There was only one bed against the far 
wall, and I could see Masha sitting on it. I took one look at her, and smelled her sweet 
fragrance. She had long red hair that hung down to her shoulders. Green eyes, and a sunny 
smile. She was wearing a thin gown, and through it, I could make out her large rounded 
breasts and her thick patch of red hair. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at her.

"Welcome back," she said, not making any move to get up. Instead, she pulled her knees 
up, spread her legs, and rested her chin on her hands.

I could see a perfect view of her hot little pussy, and I wanted her so bad. And since I knew
that I had paid for her, it was easy for me to do anything that I wanted to do. I walked over to 
the bed, and sat down beside her.

"Masha," I said, stroking her hair, "you're very beautiful."

"Thank you," she said, smiling. "I have to be beautiful so that men like you will find me 
attractive."

I reached down between her legs, and started to run my fingers over her vulva. I pulled at 
her tender pussy lips, and gently slid my fingers into her pussy. I could see her smiling even 
more when I did that, and she spread her legs for me so that I could move my fingers in even 
deeper. At the same time, I pulled the string that held her gown up, and watched it slide down
over her breasts. I moved my mouth to one, and started to run my tongue around the nipple 
in a circular motion, never once touching it, but rather, skillfully avoiding it so that I would 
build up her passions even more. And I knew that I was, because I could hear her moaning, 
and I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

The minute I let my tongue touch her nipple, I could feel her pussy starting to spasm. 
Then, I bit down gently on her nipple, and ran my tongue over the very tip of it. I could feel 
her massive breasts rising and falling faster and faster as she got more and more excited.

"You're good," she said to me. "I always look forward to seeing you because I know that 
you will please me as much as I please you."

Then, she started to arch her ass off the bed faster and faster as my fingers worked on her 
erect clitoris. I couldn't believe how hot she was getting, and I was getting turned on just at 
the thought of her own hominess. Then, I could feel her nipples reach that certain kind of 
stiffness, and her pussy started to spasm even more. Her ass was going wild as she thrust it up
and down, up and down, and then she started coming all over my fingers.

She lay there for a minute, trying to catch her breath. I smiled at her and leaned over to 
kiss her lips. I dug my tongue into her mouth at the same time and I could feel her tongue 
moving to meet mine. It was heaven.

Then, I lay back on the bed, and she started to do her work on me. She began to unbutton
my shirt, and lifted it off my shoulders. She moved her mouth to my nipples, brushing the hair 
out of the way, and she started to flick her tongue around them. I could feel my cock starting 
to throb at the thought of getting inside of her. She continued to arouse my nipples, and then
she started to lick her way down my body, flicking her tongue in my navel when she came to 
it.

In the meantime, her hands were stroking my cock through my pants, and she was even 
pinching it a little bit.

As she flicked her tongue in and out of my navel, she began to pull my pants down, ever 
so slowly. My hard cock bounded to freedom, and her mouth was there in a minute, giving it a
home. She began to run her tongue up and down my swollen shaft, moaning at the same 
time. I couldn't believe how good it felt. As she licked my cock, her hair fell on my stomach. It 
was so silky and soft that I had to reach for it and stroke it.

Then, I felt her sucking my balls into her mouth. I loved it. Her mouth was so warm, and 
my balls felt like they were on fire. She moved them from one side of her mouth to the other, 
and she ran her tongue all over the sack.

Then, she licked her way back up my shaft, and she tried to pry her tongue into my slit. 
She did that for a few seconds, and she must have felt the way I was throbbing under her 
touch. For she opened her mouth all the way, and took my entire length down. She started to 
move her head up and down my shaft as her tongue played with the underside of my cock, 
and her cheeks sucked it.

I started to push my ass up and down off the bed as I felt the tension building up in my 
balls. She reached for them and began to cup them in her hand, then she started to massage 
them. Her other hand was moving under my buttocks, and I could feel her fingers tracing their
way along my ass crack. She was starting to pry my ass cheeks apart, and she was starting to 
force once finger into my asshole. But the tension was too great.

I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but my cock was throbbing more and more 
every second. And the way she was squeezing my balls was just too incredible. I started to 
come in her mouth.

As I did, she began to suck harder and harder on my penis. I could feel the come oozing 
out of the tip and landing on her tongue, and then, my penis started to go limp in her mouth. 
She kept on sucking it until she knew I was spent. Then, she kissed her way back up my body, 
and she lay in my arms, her large breasts resting on my chest, and her head on my shoulder. I 
leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

"We will wait until you're ready again," she said to me, smiling.

"That's fine with me," I said. And then, I knew that it was time for me to talk with her, and 
tell her about the things that I had seen. But first, I had to know where she stood as far as her 
feelings for the Church went. "How long have you been in this business?" I asked.

"Many years, I think."

"Is it a good business?"

"It was. Until the Church started to take over. Until the Spanish Inquisition. Then, things 
started to change around here. I saw friends of mine being dragged off for selling themselves 
on the streets. I heard their cries as they were whipped and beaten. And although I do not 
know for certain, I have heard that they were killed in prison. Sentenced to death by the 
Church."

"For having intercourse?"

"Yes."

"Did you know that I work for the Church?"

"What?" she said, and I could tell that there was fear in her voice. She probably thought 
that I was there to arrest her.

"Don't be afraid," I said to her, "I don't believe in the Church. I work for it, true, but as a 
gardener. And I have seen too many things going on. Too many ways that the Church abuses 
its power and lies to the people."

"How?" she asked me.

"I have seen the men of the monastery using women. I have seen them having intercourse 
in the name of the Church. And I have seen the women of the nunnery using men, and using 
each other, still in the name of the Church."

"But how can they do that? They tell us that we are doing wrong by illicit fornication, and 
then they go and do all those things?"

"How? It's easy. They're men and women, just as we are. They have the same sexual 
urgings, and they pretend to suppress them. But I know that they have not been suppressing 
their urgings. They have been fornicating just like you and I, and they have been telling the 
people that they use how they are doing it in the name of God, in order to help them."

"Can this be true?"

"Just today, earlier, I saw something that you wouldn't have believed. There was a meeting 
at the convent, and a young boy was brought in. The Mother Superior made him confess to 
having intercourse. And as he did, she wanted more details. Soon, all the other nuns were 
masturbating as they listened to his story. Some of them were masturbating each other. And 
by the time the boy was finished with his story, the Mother Superior had him stripped, and 
hard. She had been stroking him as she had spoken, and then, the others were upon him, 
holding him down and using him to satisfy themselves, but not him."

"This is the Church that preaches all these things to us? The Church that had many of my 
friends put to death for doing what you're saying they're doing?"

She was almost in tears, and I squeezed her to try and comfort her.

"It's that same Church," I said.

"We must tell someone. We must tell someone, and something has to be done. They have 
to be put to death to pay for the deaths of my friends."

"There's nothing to be done," I said, moving my finger to her breast and pinching her 
nipples. "There is nothing to be done because the Church is too powerful, and we could never 
get anyone to believe us. Today, I spoke with that boy after the nuns had tortured him. I told 
him that I had seen it all, and I would try and back up his story if only he would agree to 
confess. And he told me that he would never tell anyone about what happened."

"Why?"

"The Church is more powerful than two human beings. It is more powerful than a hundred 
thousand human beings. There are just too many followers who would never believe anything 
like this. But it's true. It happened.

And there have been other things that have happened that are just as bad."

"Tell me," she said.

"I have seen the priests fucking a girl in the guise of driving the Devil out of her soul. But 
the girl was crazy to begin with. I could tell that she looked like she was out of an institution. 
But they didn't care. They had her strapped up, and they fucked her, yelling for the Devil to 
leave her soul. And when the Monsignor fucked her, he choked her."

"You mean he killed her?"

"No, he just choked her until she was unconscious. Then, when she was lying there, he told
everyone how he had driven the Devil out of her, and how she was going to be fine. But I 
knew that she was crazy, and the minute she woke up, she would start screaming about the 
Devil all over again. Not because she was possessed in any way, but because she was crazy. 
And that is why, I'm sure, the Monsignor decided to choke her."

"It's gruesome," she said to me. "It's absolutely gruesome. I would like to see all those men
hung by the testicles in the hot scorching sun, until the sun burned the skin off their backs."

"I would like to see that, too. But there is nothing that we can do about it. One day, I hope 
to write all this down, but who knows?

If anyone ever saw me writing these things down, I would be put to death."

"What a world we live in," she said, sighing, and running her hand over my chest. I could 
feel her pinching my nipples, and then, she was moving her hand down to my cock, and she 
was stroking it. I could feel him stirring, and so could she. "I think he's about ready now," she 
said to me.

She continued to stroke my cock, running her hand back and forth over the shaft, pulling 
at the foreskin, and rubbing my testicles. Then, she moved her mouth down there again, and 
started to plant little kisses on my cock. I could feel the passions rising inside of me as my 
cock rose at her touch.

Then, she was moving on top of me and she was straddling her dripping pussy over my 
raised member.

She started to move down, and I could feel her pussy lips rubbing against the tip of my 
cock. She continued her downward drive and I felt her lips spreading as the head of my cock 
forced its way into her pussy. I could feel how wet and slippery her walls were inside and it felt
so warm and comforting. She started to move her ass up and down on my body, sliding her 
wet pussy up and down over my cock. Each time she would thrust down, I would feel her soft 
buttocks on my leg, and I loved it all.

I reached up for her breasts and started to squeeze the nipples. I could feel how stiff they 
were getting, and I pinched them harder and harder. I looked up and could see that she had 
her mouth open and her head thrown back. She was moaning and groaning and she started 
to ride me faster and faster.

I could feel her pussy walls spasming around my cock head, and the feeling was so 
incredible. A tension started to build up in my testicles as she continued to ride me. She 
leaned forward and I opened my mouth to take her nipple it. I started to lick it and suck it 
everywhere. She seemed to love that a lot, because as I did that, I could feel her juices starting
to flow all over my shaft.

And then, her walls were contracting around me, and I could feel my cock starting to 
pulsate inside of her. She didn't slow down at all. Instead, she picked up her speed and 
continued to move up and down even faster than before. I could feel my cock trembling more
and more. I clenched my groin muscles and my ass muscles to try and hold back, but the 
tension was too great.

I could feel the sweat running down my chest, and she reached for my nipples and began 
to rub my sweat over them.

My cock exploded inside of her, and I could hear her moaning even louder as I started to 
thrust my ass off the bed and bury my spurting cock deeper and deeper inside of her.

I continued like this until I felt drained, and then, I fell back on the bed. She stayed on top 
of me and fell forward, her cunt still keeping my cock warm and safe. She moved her mouth to
mine, and we kissed once again. I could feel her hot nipples moving from their erect state to 
their normal state as they brushed against my chest.

She started to laugh then, and I held her head up and looked at her, straight in the eyes.

"What's so funny?" I asked her.

"I still can't believe that the Church condemns people who do this to death. It's not that 
it's funny, but I know that if I don't laugh, I'll start to cry."

And she continued to laugh until she did cry. I pulled her closer to me and I could feel her 
wet tears landing on my chest. Her shoulders were heaving up and down, and I held her even 
tighter. I started to massage her shoulders gently and I kissed her a few times on the face.

"It's all going to be okay," I said to her. "It will. There's nothing for you to cry about, 
because one day, people will learn about all these things, and their power will crumble in front
of them."

"I believe you," she said, through her tears, "but when will that day come? We will both be 
dead by then, I know we will. And what good will it do us when we're dead?"

I couldn't answer her, because I knew that there was no answer to a question like that.

But I lay with her for a few more hours, stroking her body tenderly. Then, I knew that it was
time for me to get back to the monastery. For it was expected of me to stay there, and I didn't 
want to have to think of explaining where I had been to the Monsignor, if he should ever think
of asking me.

I started to get up, and she touched my back.

"Will you be leaving now?" she asked.

"I have to go," I said, as I reached for my shirt and started to pull it on. "I would like to stay,
but I have to get back to my home. I must be up early tomorrow morning so I can work."

I reached for my pants and slipped into them. I stood up and looked at her, lying there on 
the bed totally naked. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was.

"I'll see you another day," I said to her. "But I will come back."

"Goodbye," she said, and for some reason, it sounded so final.

I walked back down the dark streets. I could hear cries and shouts coming from some of 
the houses, and I have to admit, that I was scared. But I made it back to the monastery in one 
piece, and I climbed into my own bed. I thought about all the things that I had seen. And I 
thought about Masha, and how beautiful she was.

But I wanted to cry when I thought about the fears that she must have been living 
through. And her words hit me again. I had told her their power would crumble.

"But when will that day come? We will both be dead by then, I know we will. And what 
good will it do us when we're dead?"





CHAPTER SIX


I have spoken about my hatred for Father Peter, saying that he was the first Priest I had ever 
seen to abuse his power. And he was, although, when I first met him, and the first few times I 
saw him involved in some of the evil doings of the Church, it was because of the Monsignor's 
commands.

But it didn't take Father Peter long to learn that he had all this power now, and he could 
abuse it in the same ways that the Monsignor was abusing his. For at first, I had thought that 
Father Peter was a pathetic and weak man to have been commanded by the Monsignor.

I was completely wrong. Father Peter was one of the strongest men I have ever met, and 
soon, he was to become just like the Monsignor.

I first noticed the change one day when I was outside watering the lawn. I watched as 
Father Peter was walking by with another member of the sect. The two men were talking, but 
Father Peter sounded like he was much more in control of the entire conversation than the 
other man was.

"I think that it would be a nice idea to do something like that," the other Priest was saying 
to him.

"I don't care what you think," Father Peter said, raising his voice at the man. "Everything, in 
the end, will come down to the Monsignor's decision, but he wants me to approve first."

"But things seem to be set already," the Priest said, almost shrinking back with fear.

"Plans," Father Peter screamed, "were made to be broken. And they will be broken, unless I
approve. Now, where did you say she was coming from?"

"France. She's a French girl, and the Mother Superior says that she wants to be admitted to
the Church. She's seeking sanctuary from a bad marriage, and she says that she will agree to 
follow all the Church rules."

"Did the Mother Superior tell you anything about what she looked like? I mean, physically?
Is she beautiful?"

"She's French."

"That does not answer my question, you foolish man. I want to know if she is beautiful or if
she is ugly."

"I don't know."

"Then say so if you don't know. Well, no matter. I think we will have to go along with your 
plans anyway because it's probably too late to set up anything else. The Monsignor will be 
happy. It's going to be his fifty-fifth birthday, you know."

"He will be fifty-five?"

"Yes. And that's why I'm hoping that she will be beautiful. For she will be a nice present to 
the Monsignor, and, at the same time, we will be able to see if she really wants to be faithful 
to the Church."

"Good."

"When will she be arriving?" Father Peter asked.

"She arrives at the nunnery tomorrow, and then, they will bring her over here the day after 
tomorrow."

"Good. Come along," he said, satisfied with whatever plans they had made. And I was 
curious in so many ways to learn about what they had been talking of.

I would have never imagined that they were going to give a girl to the Monsignor for his 
birthday present, but that was what the gist of the conversation had seemed to be. And Father
Peter was the one who had approved it all, probably with the Monsignor's enthusiastic 
consent, of course.

I was determined to find out a little more, and to actually see the birthday party, if that was
what they were planning to call it. In some ways, I was glad that I worked at the nunnery on 
alternating days. I was determined to get there early the next morning so that I could see the 
arrival of this French girl and see what she looked like.

And maybe, I thought, I would be able to tell her about the things that seemed to be 
planned for her. The tests that they would give her in order to see if she was truly a faithful 
believer or not. At the same time, I was trying to figure out what kind of an excuse they would 
make for this party, if it turned into anything sexual. How, I wondered, would they be able to 
convince this girl that what they were going to do to her was for the Church.

Of course, they found an excuse.

I got to the nunnery early the next morning. I made sure that all the work I was going to 
do that day would be by the front gate. I wanted to be there to greet the new girl who was 
going to arrive.

She came late in the afternoon.

I heard the bell chiming at the front gate, and I walked there to answer. And that was 
when I saw her.

She was perfection. She had the smoothest looking skin, and long black hair that was 
pulled back in a bun. She had high cheekbones and red cheeks. And what made her look even
more beautiful was her heart-shaped mouth, and the small beauty mark that she had to the 
left of her mouth.

"Bonjour," she said to me, "I take it that I am at the right place?"

"That depends on what place you're looking for," I said to her.

"This is the nunnery, is it not? I have come here to seek sanctuary, and they have told me 
that I would be welcome."

"And you will be," I said, opening the gate and letting her in.

"Merci," she said, smiling at me.

I had to smile back. The warmth just flowed out from that smile. I started to walk toward 
the Mother Superior's office, and she followed me. She didn't say anything unless I asked her 
questions.

I learned that her name was Fifi, and she was almost twenty years old. She said that she 
had gotten married when she was young. It had been a marriage arranged by her father. But 
she didn't love her husband, and he used to beat her. So she ran away to another part of 
France. But he followed her, and he dragged her back home. She stayed there for a few more 
months, she said, and she was very unhappy. So she had asked a friend who she knew in 
Spain, and her friend had suggested that she come there and take sanctuary in the nunnery. 
There, Fifi told me, her husband would never be able to find her.

"And if he does find me," she said to me, "he will never be able to get me out, for they will 
not allow him here. I have to thank the Church for saving me that much more pain."

"I wouldn't be all that sure," I said to her.

"What do you mean?"

I was about to tell her some of the things that I had seen, even though I had just met her 
and didn't know her at all. But I was very attracted to this girl, and even though I didn't think 
of doing anything sexual with her, I wanted to try and protect her from what I feared would 
happen, and what did eventually happen.

Then, the Mother Superior walked out of her office, and she saw me talking with Fifi. She 
walked over immediately, and I didn't have a chance to tell the poor French girl anything.

"You must be the new girl," the Mother Superior said to her. "I see that our gardener has 
led you here, and now, if you'll come with me, I'll show you your quarters, and explain to you 
what will be expected of you if you are to take sanctuary here."

"Yes, Mother Superior," the girl said, and I could tell that she was catching on very fast. She
was already bowing to the Mother Superior's very words and getting ready to do everything 
that she was told to do.

I stood there watching the two women walk off, one reeking of evil, and the other, of 
innocence. And I thought of Maria again, and wondered if there would be any way that I 
would ever get to see her again. Maybe, I thought, if she could be allowed to accompany Fifi 
to the monastery, she would see what would happen.

But I knew that the Mother Superior, whom I assumed knew that the Priests were 
planning, otherwise she wouldn't be sending the girl over, would never let Maria go and see 
something like that. For that would change the young girl's whole attitude about the Church, 
and the Mother Superior seemed to have the girl where she wanted her already.

I didn't see Fifi for the rest of the day, and if I had, I certainly would have tried to warn her 
that something was brewing. I know that I would have been putting my life on the line, for if 
she would have learned about these things from me, and if she would have told the Mother 
Superior about them, I would have been condemned to death for sacrilegious talk.

The next day, there seemed to be a buzzing around the Monastery, and all of the Priests 
seemed to have some idea of what was being planned. Of course, they all seemed to hush up 
as they passed me, not realizing that I knew so many things already.

It wasn't until late in the afternoon that I saw some nuns approaching the front gate. And 
in the midst of all the nuns was Fifi. They were walking along and laughing, and that's when I 
saw one of them ring the front bell. I walked over to answer, and opened the gate for them.

"Hello, Fifi," I said to the French girl, and she smiled.

She looked even more beautiful than she had looked the day before. Her hair was still 
fashioned in the same way, but she was wearing a long white dress, and the curves of her full 
figure were accentuated to no end. I could see the roundness of her full breasts, and I dreaded
what might happen to them.

"Would you be so kind as to get the Monsignor," one of the nuns said to me.

They stood outside the gate and I walked off to get him. When I got to his office, I could 
hear some voices talking inside.

"She should be here any minute," one of them said.

"I'm glad," the Monsignor's voice said. "I've been looking forward to it ever since I found 
out that she was French. I've heard about those French women."

I knocked on the door then, and it opened slowly. I told them that there was a woman 
waiting for them at the gate. You should have seen the smiles on their faces, especially on 
Father Peter's and the Monsignor's. They pushed past me and walked outside. I followed, of 
course, still interested in seeing what they were going to say to her.

But I had a few other things in mind. I was still so curious about Sister Maria, and I thought
that one of the other sisters, not knowing about me and my relationship with her, would be 
able to tell me where she was.

I saw the Priests standing around the girl, and talking to her. But I just walked past them 
and spoke to one of the sisters.

"Do you know where Sister Maria is?" I asked her.

"Who?"

"Sister Maria. She was a young girl, with high cheekbones and blonde hair. She once told 
me that she was raised in the nunnery."

"Yes," one of the sisters said, "I remember her. It was a most unfortunate accident that 
happened to her. She died a few weeks ago." I couldn't believe it when I heard it. I tried to 
choke back my tears.

"What do you mean, she died? How could she have died? I saw her a few weeks ago and 
she was in perfect health."

"I don't know, sir. I'm sorry, but I can't help you with that. All I know is that she bled to 
death from something. She had a lovely funeral, and she is buried in one area of the nunnery. 
If you wish to visit her grave and bring flowers, I'm sure the Lord will bless you."

I was raging mad. I knew why she had died. I knew what had made her bleed to death. It 
was that witch of a Mother Superior. I remembered the blood that I had seen between Maria's
legs after the Mother Superior had fucked her with that dildo, and I was sure that was the 
reason she had bled to death.

I swore to myself then, that if it was the last thing I would do, I would get vengeance for 
Maria's soul. I looked up at the sky, and I thought that I saw her looking down at me for a split
second. And it was that image that I promised my revenge for. For now that she was in 
heaven, I was sure that she saw everything that was going on down on earth, and what an evil 
woman the Mother Superior had been.

And then, I remembered that Fifi was still there, and I wondered what would happen to 
her. But there was nothing that I could do to stop anything that was going to happen to her. 
Even if I had yelled out and accused them of doing all these evil things, I knew that they would
try and stop me. And I had to remember that they were men, too, if I could even be so bold as
to call them that, and they were huddled in a group. Even if I wanted to, it would have been 
physically impossible for me to have stopped them.

I watched them leading Fifi toward the Monsignor's office as the nuns turned to leave.

"We will be back for her later," they said, smiling at the Priests as they walked off, too.

And I stood there, looking at the two forces of evil as they went in their two opposite 
directions. The nuns back to their walled hell, and the Priests into theirs. I locked the gate 
behind the nuns.

Then, I started to walk toward the Monsignor's office. I stayed about thirty paces behind 
the flock of Priests, who all seemed to be huddling around Fifi. I had such a desire to scream 
out and tell her to run, but I knew that even if I did that now, she wouldn't be able to get 
away. And I would have just built up a fear in her that would have been worse for her. Because
now, she seemed like she was having a good time with the Priests. I could hear her laughing 
with them as they continued to walk.

I only wish that I could have been closer so I could have heard what they were telling her. I
didn't know if they were beginning to prepare her for what they were planning to do, or if 
they were just talking with her in order to get to know her. Regardless, it seemed like they 
were all getting along.

I watched as they walked into the Monsignor's office, and then the door was slammed 
shut. I ran over to the window and looked in. I could see Father Peter holding out a seat so the
young lady could sit.

"You're all being so nice to me," she was saying. "It's nice to be treated this way. I've been 
treated so badly in the past."

"Really?" the Monsignor said to her, "by whom?"

"My husband."

"That's right," he said, "I'd forgotten that the Mother Superior told me you were once 
married. In what ways did your husband treat you badly?"

"He would hit me, and beat me until I was a bloody mess."

I could somehow sense a feeling of contentment spreading from the Monsignor, as if he 
liked that idea a great deal. But he only stood next to her and he placed his hand on her 
shoulder.

"Did he do this when he drank, or did he do it all the time, or what?"

"It was when we were having sex," she said to him, as if it were the most natural thing in 
the world to admit to a person. "It was the only way in which he could seem to get off."

"I see," he said, and I noticed that he was starting to massage her shoulders. I could see 
her loosen up a little as he started that. "Did the Mother Superior happen to tell you why she 
decided to send you over here?"

"No, she didn't," Fifi said, still smiling.

I could see all the Priests looking at each other, and they were all trying to hide their 
smiles. She didn't notice any of this, however, since she was looking at the Monsignor.

"You have been sent here so we can absolve you of all your sins," he said to her. "There are
certain things that the nuns over in the convent cannot do, and that is one of them."

"But what sins can I have?" she asked, looking at him.

"We all have sins," he said to her. "Even the most pure person has something in their past 
that they can call a sin."

"It's easy. You must repeat your sins as you are praying to the Lord and asking Him to 
forgive you."

I couldn't believe it. He was feeding her the same kind of things that the Mother Superior 
had said to the young boy. And now, I was sure that they were going to all have their turn 
fucking her.

"Which sin?"

"Are you planning to join the convent?" the Monsignor asked her, avoiding her question 
for the moment.

"If I am allowed," Fifi said.

"Then you have one sin which no nun may have. You have fornicated with a man, be it 
your husband or not. Had you ever fornicated with him before you were married to him?"

I could tell that she was beginning to tremble a little bit. For she had struck me as an 
intelligent girl, and now, she was beginning to realize that if she had to repeat her sin, she was
going to have to fornicate with the Priests. I could see her trying to move in the chair, but the 
Monsignor was restraining her by keeping his hands on her shoulders.

"I asked you a question," he said to her.

"I don't have to answer that," she said back.

"But you have to if you want to be absolved of all your sins." I noticed him moving his 
hand down near her breast, and he gave it a squeeze. "And you want to be absolved of your 
sins."

"Let me up," she screamed, and she pushed his hand away and tried to run. But the other 
Priests were standing in front of the door, and I'm sure that she could see as well as I could, 
that they all had bulges under their robes. "Let me go."

And then, they were on her.

I watched as they moved around her and started to pull at her clothing. I watched her 
dress being ripped away, and she was clad only in her panties. I could see her large breasts 
trembling, as she tried to put her hands in front and cover herself.

And that's what I started to hate Father Peter. For he was the one who moved behind her 
and pulled her hands away. He held her hands behind her back while the other Priests moved 
in front and began to rub her tits. The Monsignor pushed his way through the hovel of Priests,
until he was standing right in front of her. She was still struggling with Father Peter in order to 
get free, and the Monsignor raised his hand and slapped her across the face.

"You will pray to God and you will ask Him to forgive you for the sins that you have carried
with you during your lifetime."

And then, he reached for her panties and yanked them right off. She tried to cross her legs
to cover her black pubic patch, but there was nothing that she could do. All the Priests moved 
closer to get a better look, but it was the Monsignor who made the first move in violating her.

He started to spread her legs as he sank to his knees. Then, he lifted her legs up on his 
shoulders as he moved his mouth closer to her pussy. I could see her still struggling and 
trying to pull away, but Father Peter was twisting her arms behind her back, and she was 
virtually helpless.

I watched as the Monsignor buried his face in her muff. He started to flick his tongue in 
and out of her pussy and she started to scream. I imagine, even though I couldn't see what he 
was doing, that he wasn't being gentle at all. In fact, I was sure that he was biting into her. But 
he continued to do that, and soon, I knew that she was physically succumbing to him because 
I watched as her nipples started to get stiffer and her breasts started to rise and fall as she 
began to breath heavier and heavier.

And then, one of the younger Priests moved to her breasts. He stuck his tongue out and 
he began to lick her nipple. I could see him then bite down on it, and she let out a piercing 
scream.

"Do not scream," the Monsignor said to her, "but rather, pray to God."

And she did, but the words that she uttered were not what they had expected.

"Dear God," she screamed, "if You are there, smite these evil men. Kill them and make their
souls suffer in Hell."

All of a sudden, the Monsignor stood up and he slapped her across the face again. He 
looked at her with glaring eyes.

"I can see that you're going to bring us a great deal of trouble," he said to her, "and for 
that, you'll be the one to pay."

"If I could," she said, looking at him, "I would tear your eyes out with my nails. You call 
yourself a Priest. You call fornicating a sin. Well, you are the biggest fornicator of them all."

He slapped her across the face again and again, and I could see her head being wrenched 
from side to side as each blow landed.

And then, it looked like he had rendered her unconscious, for her head just drooped 
down. But it didn't seem like he minded that idea at all.

"Bring her over here," he said to the Priests, and then, they were leading her over to his 
desk. They lay her down. "Spread her legs," the Monsignor commanded to them, and they did.

He pulled off his robe, and I could see that his hard cock was throbbing. He didn't even 
wait a second. He just plunged his cock into her pussy, and that pain seemed to bring her 
back to consciousness. She looked down at him and she started to scream. But he slapped her
again and again, yelling at her and telling her that she should be praying.

I watched as the other Priests began to strip off their robes, and soon, they were all 
standing around her, naked. The Monsignor lifted her off the table, his cock still embedded in 
her cunt. He turned her around so he was sitting on the table.

And that was when I noticed Father Peter approaching her from behind. His cock looked 
like it was bigger than any of the others, and he was heading right for her asshole. He stood 
there, prying his cock into her ass, and then, once he got the head in, he thrust his hips and 
forced the rest of his large shaft up her ass.

She let out the most piercing scream, and as Father Peter began to thrust his cock in and 
out of her ass, I could see that it was covered with blood. He must have ripped the skin right 
off her ass lining, thrusting that cock in there without any kind of lubrication at all.

"Pray!" the Monsignor was screaming.

"I pray that you all die," she screamed even louder. "I pray that you all die right this 
minute, and if you don't, then there is no God."

The Monsignor fell back on the table, with the girl on top of him, and the other Priest on 
top of her. And I watched, with horrified eyes, as a third Priest moved around to his mouth 
and started to shove his cock in there.

"If you bite me," he said to her, "I will kill you, and then you'll go meet that God whom 
you've been praying to."

He started to shove his cock in and out of her mouth. I could see all the bodies there 
wracked with sweat, especially the three that were in her in some way or other. All their asses 
were thrusting back and forth as they kept their cocks moving inside of her.

And the five Priests who were standing around the room with hard cocks were all 
masturbating themselves. And they were rubbing their cocks on her body when they could 
get close enough to her.

I could see the Monsignor underneath the two bodies, but he was still keeping his ass 
moving as his cock worked in her cunt. I was hoping that the weight of the girl and Father 
Peter would kill him, but he was a stronger man that I ever would have imagined.

He kept his ass working faster and faster.

And Father Peter seemed to be having a great time, too. I could see his hairy buttocks 
moving up and down as he forced his cock in and out of Fifi's ass. She was still whimpering, 
but she wasn't screaming, seeing as how she had another cock in her mouth.

And then, the man who was in her mouth started to scream, and I saw him pull his cock 
out of her, and he started to come all over her face. I could see the white come dripping down
her cheek, and she looked like she was so humiliated.

And as soon as he pulled out, there was another Priest there to take his place. I watched as
the next cock moved in her mouth, and the Priest started to thrust his ass back and forth.

And then, the Monsignor started, to scream, and I knew that he was coming inside of her. 
He started to thrust his ass faster, and soon, he had stopped. Father Peter pulled the girl back 
off the table, his cock still in her ass. I could see the Priest whose cock had been in her mouth 
giving Father Peter a dirty look because as he pulled her back, she lost him. And the 
Monsignor's cock fell out of her cunt. But he was limp, having come in her only a few minutes 
ago.

Father Peter fell back on the floor with the girl on top of him, and he continued to pump 
his cock at the same time. He reached in front of her and he started to pinch and pull her hard
nipples. I thought that he was going to twist them right off.

After a few seconds, he pulled his cock out of her ass and moved it into her cunt. I could 
hear her scream again as he drove himself in with the force of a bull. He started to thrust his 
cock in and out of her cunt faster and faster until I saw his buttocks get taut, and then I knew 
that he was coming, too.

When he was finished, he climbed off her. She lay there, totally exhausted, and the few 
Priests with still hard cocks stood over her, still jerking themselves off. I watched as the last 
ones started to come on her belly.

I saw Fifi pull her legs up to her chest, in a fetal position, and she started to cry. I could 
actually see the tears rolling down her face and onto the floor as she lay there, embarrassed, 
humiliated, and used.

And the Monsignor stood over her, his limp penis dangling between his legs.

"You will never be able to enter the convent with an attitude like yours. You are a 
fornicator, and you will always be a fornicator."

And then, I watched as she kicked her leg up and kicked him right in the balls. He doubled 
over with pain, and I saw the other Priests rush to his side to help him. They led him over to 
his desk chair and sat him down.

"Bring her here," he said, trying to catch his breath.

Two of the Priests walked back to where she lay on the floor and lifted her up with such 
force that I thought they were going to pull her arms right out of their sockets. They pushed 
her in front of the Monsignor, throwing her on her knees.

"You have been a great deal of trouble to me," he said to her. "If you had gone along with 
us and you had prayed with us, perhaps we could have helped you. Instead, you've refused 
the offers we've given you."

"What offers?" she spit out.

"The offers of being one with God. You could have been one of His faithful followers, but 
instead, you chose to remain a sinner."

"And what do you call yourself, you pig?"

"I call myself a man of God. A man who understands God's ways, and tries to teach them 
to the rest of the world."

"Well, I spit on you, and I spit on your interpretations of God's ways. If there is a God, you 
will all pay for it in the end. For you are all as guilty of sin as the rest of us. And I'm going to 
tell all the world about it." The Monsignor slapped her across the face again, and this time, I 
could see a red welt building up where he had hit her.

"You can tell everyone anything that you want to, you fool," he said to her, "but we will just
call you a liar, and a sinner, and you will have to be put to death for defaming the Church."

"But... "

"Listen to me before you speak again, or I will have to hit you even harder. I will be nice to 
you in some ways. I will tell the Mother Superior to take you into her midst, but not as a sister.
You can work for her, and you can get sanctuary there, but you will not be allowed to join."

I prayed that she would agree to do this. I prayed because I was beginning to think of a 
plan for getting even with the Mother Superior, and if she agreed to do what the Monsignor 
said, things would be so much easier.

She just shook her head, but I was sure that it was in agreement.

"Then you will do it?" the Monsignor asked.

"I will do anything to stay away from my husband. I don't know where else to go. And 
once I'm out of here, and in the convent, I can pray to God in my own way."

"You are a wise girl, my child," he said to her, "and there are so many thing you can pray 
for. You are a sinner, and God likes to hear his children repenting."

"I won't pray for myself," she said. "I'll pray for you. For a fast and painful death."

I had to smile.

I had been thinking of the same things.

It seemed as if she had read my mind. Now I was sure I would have her support in helping 
me. "A fast and painful death."

The words echoed through my mind...





CHAPTER SEVEN


I watched as they helped Fifi dress, and then, they led her to a room where she had to wait for
the other sisters to come and pick her up. I thought of trying to get near to her to talk to her 
then, but I couldn't. There was always someone sitting there, watching her, and there was no 
way that I could get to her.

I kept thinking about my plan, running it through my mind over and over again, hoping 
that things would work out the way I wanted them to, hoping that Fifi would be willing to go 
along with it all, and finally, hoping that I would make the Mother Superior suffer the way she 
had made so many other people suffer.

When the nuns came to pick up Fifi, she stood up, and walked with them. I was under the 
impression that she thought the nuns didn't know anything about what had happened to her.

In my mind, that confirmed the fact that she had no idea the Mother Superior was 
involved, too.

And I was to see, within the next few days, how kind she was to the Mother Superior. I 
knew that Fifi had a trust for the woman, and I'm sure she never told her about anything that 
had happened to her while she had been at the monastery.

You should have seen the way the Priests were acting after Fifi had left them. It was 
enough to make you sick, and Father Peter was the worst one out of all of them. As soon as 
Fifi was led out and led into the room where she had to wait for the sisters, I heard singing.

They were actually singing "Happy Birthday" to the Monsignor, and I knew that Fifi had 
been his birthday present.

"She was good," Father Peter said, "regardless of the way she acted in the end, she was 
good."

"And you should know," the Monsignor said to him, "because you were the one who had 
her both ways. In fact, you were the only one. And she was my present."

"The Lord acts in strange ways," Father Peter said, and then the two men began to laugh.

And that's when I started to discover something else about these Priests. Not only were 
they fornicators in the name of the Church, but I was beginning to believe that many of them 
had no religious belief whatsoever. For they seemed to be taking the Lord's name in vain in so
many other ways.

I still continued to tend to my work, only until my revenge had come through. For I was, at
that point, totally disgusted with the things that I had seen happening on Church grounds, 
and with the men and women who called themselves followers of God.

There were many other things that I saw happen, and some of them were just too 
disgusting to go into detail on.

But one day, when I was at the convent, I happened to come across some of the nuns 
bathing. They were in a large tub of water, and I watched them frolic with each other. I 
watched the way they played with each other's tits, and then, two of them started to gang up 
on the third. I watched as they spread her legs and started to fuck her with a dildo.

But things like that were common in the nunnery. I noticed how close many of the women 
were to each other, and this closeness seemed to run only in their sexuality. And it seemed to 
me that their sexuality came above and beyond their call of duty to God, even though God 
was the excuse that they used for many things they did.

I went to visit Maria's grave the day after the incident with Fifi. I started to cry when I saw 
her tombstone because I remembered how beautiful she had been. I bent down, and I spoke 
to her, hoping that she would hear me.

"You lived an innocent and virginal life," I said, "and you died because of it. Somehow, I 
feel that I'm the one who was guilty for your death. If it had not been for me, and the things 
that I put you through, the questions that I put into your head, ťhe Mother Superior never 
would have done anything like that to you.

"But she's the one who's going to pay for it because she's the one who killed you. I would 
have loved you if you had lived. I would have told you how she lied to you if I ever would have
seen you again. But no. It couldn't be like that. She would never let you go, and so she killed 
you, and here you'll stay, forever." I didn't hear the sound of footsteps behind me, but I heard 
a voice.

"Who killed who?"

I whirled around, and I was staring right at the Mother Superior. I could have lunged at her
that very minute. I could have taken the large rock that was right next to my hand on the 
ground, and smashed it across her face. But I knew the kind of revenge that I wanted to have, 
and that wouldn't have worked at all.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said as I stood up and wiped the dirt from my 
pants.

"Well," she said, "at least I'm glad to see that you really did have some feelings for Sister 
Maria. I see that you've decided to come and see her grave after all this time. I was watching 
you from over there."

"Were you now?"

"Yes."

"The last time I spoke to you and I asked you where she was, why did you lie to me? You 
told me that she was still here."

"She was. And here she is still," she said, pointing to the ground.

"But she's dead. You could have told me that. And I know why you didn't tell me. I know."

"Why is that?"

I looked at her, and I could feel the hatred building up inside of me. I'm sure she must 
have been able to spot it, and if she didn't, then she was blind. For I could feel my entire body 
getting tense as I looked at her in the eyes, but I refused to answer her question. Instead, she 
did.

"I heard you talking, you know," she said to me. "I only asked you who you were talking 
about when I came here to see if you would stick to it in front of me. If you would tell me to 
my face that you thought I was the one who had murdered Maria."

"You were," I said to her.

"That's nonsense. I am a woman who serves God, and murder does not go along with His 
ways. "

"You serve God like you serve shit," I said to her.

"Really?" she said to me, and she didn't even seem shocked by the words that I had said to
her, "and what makes you say that?"

"There are many things that make me say that, but none that I want to get into right now."

"You are afraid then," she said to me.

"Look Mother Superior, I wish that you wouldn't provoke me right now. It's enough, I 
think, that you know I hate you and everything that you stand for."

"Then I take it that you hate God. I didn't know that we had an Atheist here in our midst. I 
could bring you up on some very serious charges."

"I don't hate God. I love God, only I wish that God would see all the evil that's happening 
down here on earth and do something about it. I wish he would smite all the doers of evil 
walking this earth."

"Then we do wish for the same thing," she said to me. "For I wish to see all evil destroyed 
by God, too."

"And do you consider yourself evil?"

"Certainly not."

"Then we don't wish for the same thing. Because I can see the evil in the things that you 
do, and when I wish that God would smite all evil, you are one of the many people that I have 
in mind."

"Really?" she asked, calmly. "But you haven't told me why you think I'm evil."

"I already told you, whether you think so or not, that I believe you killed Maria. In that 
sense, I say that you are evil, and I see the evil in you and in people like you."

"People like me?" she asked. "And are there other people like me? And in what way are 
they like me, for you still haven't explained all that?"

"People who hide behind God, and do anything that they want to do in God's name. There
are many people like that, and they all seem to be the ones who claim to serve Him in the 
highest forms."

"The Pope?"

"I don't know the Pope. And now, I have a love for the Pope that's stronger than the love I 
have for you, or the Monsignor."

"Yes," she said to me, "now I do remember that you also work at the monastery. And tell 
me something, is the Monsignor evil in the same way that I am?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"What do you mean by that?"

"All I mean is that I haven't decided who has more evil in them. You or the Monsignor. One
of you is the Devil, and the other one is the Devil's disciple."

"Really," she said again, "that's an interesting way of looking at things. I'll have to talk to 
the Monsignor about your theory and see what he has to say about it all."

And before I knew it, or before I could even stop her, she had turned around and she was 
walking off.

It was only then that I realized I had been a fool to have spoken so soon, and to have said 
so much. For is she was telling me the truth, and if she was planning to tell the Monsignor 
everything I had said to her, they would probably confer and they might figure out all that I 
knew.

It was only then that paranoia began to set into my every move. I started to watch all the 
nuns and Priests, depending on where I was, because I began to think that they knew 
everything that I knew.

And I thought, in some ways, that they were going to try and get to me before I could get 
to them. I actually envisioned my death, many times over, at the hands of the evil Monsignor 
and Mother Superior.

I was still looking out for Fifi, trying to find a moment when I could tell her about 
everything that I knew, and see if she would be willing to help me in my plan to get revenge 
on the Mother Superior. I was also thinking about taking some kind of revenge on the 
Monsignor, but then, something happened that made me decide against doing anything like 
that.

It was something that I, myself, found so shocking. And once I uncovered it, I knew that 
there was nothing I could do to hurt the Monsignor more than he was hurting himself.

It happened one afternoon when I was carrying flowers to the Chapel. I was doing it a little
earlier in the day at that time, and I had a reason for that. I had decided to change my whole 
work schedule, so that none of the Priests would really know where I was, what I was doing, 
and when I was doing it. I did it all because of my own fear and paranoia about what might 
happen to me.

So I was rather surprised when I found the Monsignor in the Chapel. I walked in quietly, 
and I could see that he was bowed down in front of the large stained glass window, and he 
was looking up at the sky. I didn't know whether he was crying or not, but I could see his 
shoulders heaving up and down, as if he had been crying and was trying to catch his breath.

And he was praying. To God. Or to someone, because the words that he was saying 
stunned me, and showed me how far his belief in God actually went.

"Are you there?" he asked, looking up. "Are you there? I used to think that there was 
someone there a long time ago, but now I'm not sure. If you'd give us some kind of a sign to 
show us, then I'd know, and maybe I'd believe all over again.

"If you are there, you must be seeing the things that are going on down here. Do you see .
the way we use you to get what we want? That's because there are too many people who 
believe in you, and we can scare them with all kinds of threats. I knew all about that when I 
first joined the ministry. I knew how I would be able to manipulate people to do whatever I 
wanted them to do in the name of God.

"There's no use even hiding it from you, if you're there, because you must see it all. And I 
can feel my conscience grinding, and telling me that what I'm doing is terribly wrong. And so, 
I have to confess in order to clear my mind, and also, for safety.

"For if there is a God, and you are He, I want you to know that I can repent just like any 
other man. I can repent for my sins, beg for forgiveness, and hope that you will be there 
listening and forgive me.

"When I first entered the Church, I had no belief in God. You had taken my mother from 
me at such a young age. Why would God do anything like that I asked myself? You had 
already taken my father when I was just three, and then, you had to take my mother, too. It's 
not anyone's fault, but if there was someone to blame, it had to be God. And then, I was taken
to a monastery where I was raised because you had killed both my parents.

"Or did you?

"If you're there. Are you there?

"I saw the way the Priests abused their ranks even then. I was the subject of some of their 
sexual rage, and I saw what they did with young women whom they brought in. I heard the 
stories that they told these young girls, and then I saw the things that they did to them. And I 
liked those things. I liked to watch the young girls screaming as the Priests drove their cocks 
into them. And I liked the look of their blood dripping from between their legs.

"Remember, God, if you exist, it was your doing that made women like that. You were the 
one who made them suffer by giving them sexual organs like they have. It is not only their 
blood, but it's your blood that was dripping out of them."

I couldn't believe the Monsignor was saying all these things, but he was. It was his open 
confession, and I think he thought it could ease his mind to tell all these things to God.

But I knew that it wouldn't. I knew that his mind would never be at rest now, for how could
he expect God to forgive him when he didn't even know if He existed or not. I had to hear 
more though, so I moved a little closer to him.

"When they asked me if I wanted to join the monastery I said yes. But it wasn't because I 
wanted to devote my life to you. It was because I knew' the kinds of things that I would be 
able to do if I became a Priest. And I'm doing them all now. But I can feel it all weighing on my
conscience. They never told me, the other Priests when I was younger, that you might feel 
guilty about some of the things that you did. They all seemed like they were enjoying it all, 
and maybe they were. Maybe they didn't have a conscience.

"But they had to have one. After all, that was the one thing that God gave us above all 
animals. The ability to think and reason things out, so those Priests must have thought about 
what they were doing, the way I'm thinking about it all now. Maybe it would have been better 
if you had left us the way the animals were, with no thoughts, and only an instinct for their 
own survival, and the survival of the ones that they love.

"That's another thing. You never let me love. I wanted to love someone. I wanted to love 
someone like my mother when I grew up. But then, you took my mother from me, and I was 
sent to the monastery. There was no one to love there. There were only women to fuck. To 
have sexually. And that is the way I grew up, and learned how to handle a woman. I've still 
never loved anyone, and I know that I'll die before I ever do.

"Maybe if I knew you existed, I could love you. That is one of the functions of Priests. And 
nuns. They should love God above any other things on earth. I see that many of the men here 
love you in that way, but I can't share that love with them. I don't know how they do the 
things that they're doing if they say that they love you. Don't they realize that it goes against 
everything you are supposed to stand for? I wonder what they're consciences are like. I 
wonder what kind of guilt it is that they feel?"

I wanted to say so many things to him, in answer to his questions. I wanted to tell him that
everyone was probably feeling guilt, but there was no way that I was going to speak and 
interrupt his conversation with God. And in some ways, I was enjoying watching him.

I was enjoying watching him because it showed me that he had a soul, and a conscience. I 
knew that would destroy him in the end, because I could see all the guilt that he was feeling 
right now. And that guilt, and his own self-destruction because of it, would be better than any 
punishment I would have been able to deal out to that man.

"Or maybe they don't feel guilt at all. Maybe they've really found some kind of reasoning 
in the things that they do. Maybe they're just as convinced as the victims that what we do to 
them is done in your name. To drive out the Devil, to make them confess for their sins, to test 
their faith in God. Maybe they can all believe that because maybe they feel that in their hearts.

"But I know better because I was raised with all those Priests, and I saw the way they 
abused their powers. I saw the way they liked to satisfy themselves sexually.

"One of them once told me that it wasn't normal for a man to abstain from sex for the rest
of his life, even if it was for love of God. After all, he had said, it was God who made us sexual 
beings. It was He who had given us the sex organs. He was the one who had created women 
for men. So then Lord, I ask you, if you are listening, is what I'm doing so terribly wrong? 
When I think about it this way, I can ease some of my guilt. But I don't think about it this way 
too often. I can't think about it that way too often, because I know better.

"And so, I am asking your forgiveness. I'm sure that if you are there, you can see the 
reason I'm doing this. I don't know if there's a heaven and a hell, but if there is, I don't want to
rot in hell.

"So I am asking your forgiveness, and I want you to make a note of it, just in case you are 
there. Remember this when I die, and when you have to decide where I'm going to spend the 
rest of my time. For you are said to be a forgiving God, so I want you to forgive me."

I wanted to laugh, because of what he was saying. It was almost a lie in itself. And God saw
it, I'm sure. He could see the way the Monsignor was just asking forgiveness for his own selfish
reasons and ways. And they were selfish. It was that clear to me. The Monsignor had no belief 
in God, but he was just confessing and asking forgiveness should a God exist. For, he was 
beginning to have some thoughts about the existence of God once more, and he did not want
to rot in hell for the sins he had committed on earth.

But God would see all that. And if he saw all that, it would be as if the Monsignor hadn't 
confessed at all. I started to walk out of the silent Chapel as quietly as I possibly could, 
because I didn't want him to see me.

He didn't, and I took the flowers back to my shack and sat on my bed. I couldn't believe 
what I had just seen. But in a way, I knew that I should have expected something like that. If 
the Mother Superior felt the same way, I knew that I would have had some pity for her, too.

For I decided not to do anything to the Monsignor, because there was nothing that I could
do to him that he hadn't already done to himself. And I was sure that there was a God, and he 
would rot in hell for the things that he had done. God would never take a confession like that 
and consider it reparations for all the sins that the Monsignor had committed in his lifetime.

There was one thing that still bothered me, but I appeased my mind with some more of 
my reasoning. I still felt bad for the many girls who would be brought to the monastery in the 
future. I felt bad about the things that I knew would happen to them. In that sense, I still 
wanted to kill the Monsignor.

But I knew that even if I did, those atrocities would still continue. The other Priests would 
carry them on. So I couldn't do anything to stop them in that sense. But there was something 
else that I thought of. The next time the Monsignor took active part in one of those deeds, he 
would be condemned to Hell for the rest of his life. It would be as if that whole confession of 
his, put on or not, was all void in the eyes of God.

And that idea pleased me to no end. I looked forward to seeing another atrocity 
committed, just so I could see the Monsignor take active part in it.

I did see one only a few days later with a young girl from town. She had been accused of 
having slept with a boy. The Priests took her before the Monsignor, and she had to repeat her 
sin with him while she confessed. I watched him drive his cock in and out of her pussy, and 
with each inward thrust, I could envision the flames of hell bursting up around the Monsignor.
I could see his flesh burning and starting to peel off and his naked bones being the only thing 
that would be left of him.

And I had to smile to myself. I had to. There was no other way that I could appease my 
mind for the illicit things that he was doing, except to envision him down there in Hell.

And to envision God up on high, in Heaven, looking down at the rotting bones of the 
Monsignor, and laughing along with me.





CHAPTER EIGHT


I could feel the eyes on me at all times during the next few days. I didn't know whose eyes 
they were. I sometimes thought that I was being watched by God, and he was directing me in 
the actions that I had to do. And at other times, I thought that the eyes of the Priests were 
watching me, and they were waiting for a time when they could get me alone, and do 
something sadistic to me, which would end up in my most grisly death.

All I wanted now, was to get revenge on the evil that was the Mother Superior, and then I 
knew that I would be leaving that job and going off somewhere else.

I finally got to talk with Fifi one day about three weeks after her experience with the 
Priests. I saw her walking in the garden of the nunnery, and she was bending down and 
smelling the flowers. I looked around to see if the Mother Superior, or any of the other nuns 
were in listening, or even seeing distance. When I was sure that they weren't, I walked over to 
her.

"How are you today?" I asked her.

"I'm fine. And you?"

"Fine, too. But I've been wanting to speak to you for the longest time, and I was waiting 
for a moment when we could be alone to talk."

"What could be so urgent?"

"I can't talk here. I'm too scared. I'm afraid that someone will be watching. Do you know a 
place we can go to?"

"Is it that urgent?" she said to me.

"Very. I need your help for so many things, and I have to tell you of things that I've seen, 
and things to come."

"Many of the sisters are at mass right now. If you want, you can come to my room with 
me, and you can talk to me there. But you must be very quiet, for if we are discovered, I don't 
know what would happen."

"It can't be any worse than the things that have already been happening," I said to her.

So off we went to her room. She led the way, and I followed, keeping my eyes constantly 
moving in two directions just in case anyone was watching us. When we got to her room, I 
was sure that we had made it there without being seen. I slammed the door behind me and 
turned the lock. I didn't want anyone else coming in there.

She walked over to her bed and she sat down. For some reason, she didn't look as 
beautiful as the First time I had seen her. Oh, that's not to say that she wasn't still beautiful, 
because she was. But her face looked rather drawn, and there wasn't all that color on her 
cheeks like there had been the first time I had seen her. I attributed it to the hard work that 
they must have had her doing at the convent, and also still, from the first incident that she had
gone through with the Priests.

"Now what is it that you wanted to talk to me about," she said, with that magnificent little 
French voice of hers.

"About revenge," I said to her.

"Revenge. But the Lord teaches us that we should only go looking for the good things in 
people. In that case, there's no need for revenge."

"There is in this case. It's revenge for a murder. A willing murder."

"But who is the murderer?"

"The Mother Superior."

I watched as a look of horror and shock spread over her face. Her jaw dropped, and she 
moved her hand to her mouth. Her eyes seemed to peer right through me at that point. It was
an icy stare, and I wasn't at all sure at that point if I would be able to convince her of anything.

"That's ridiculous," she said, catching her breath.

"How ridiculous can it be? And now, I have to tell you what I've seen. What I've seen at the
monastery, and what I've seen here. You must believe me, because you and I both know that 
you were a victim yourself."

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw what happened to you that day at the monastery. I saw the way the Priests used 
you. I saw what they did to you, and what you did to the Monsignor. That was a good kick, by 
the way, I wanted to tell you that."

"How could you have seen that?" she asked. "I work there. There are many other things 
that I have seen there. Many other women who have been violated in the same way that you 
have. Such atrocities that I would like to spare you the horror of having to hear what went on.

"I'm glad for that," she said. "But you say that these things happen at the monastery. They 
are men there. Surely, the same kinds of things cannot be happening here at the convent."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because they are only women here."

'They are not women. They are led by the Devil, who is the Mother Superior in disguise. I 
would never call them women here. Once, I saw them make a young boy confess to having 
fornicated with a girl, and while he did, they were stroking his cock and masturbating. And 
then, they all used him to satisfy their own lust. Except for the Mother Superior. She just led 
them in the evil that they were doing."

"And for that, you want revenge. For what happened to some boy that you didn't even 
know. In that case, I would want revenge on the Monsignor, for what he had done to me, "I 
wanted that, too. But a few days ago, I heard a confession. I have my revenge on him by 
knowing that he has a guilty conscience about what he is doing, and knowing that he will rot 
in Hell for eternity. He prayed to God for forgiveness, but all the time, he doubted God's 
existence, saying that he was praying just in case. That is no kind of confession. And then, he 
went out and committed his sin again."

"You said that the Mother Superior has committed murder. How?"

"There was a young nun here whom I fell in love with. She had been raised here, and so, 
she had become a nun, not because of her faith, but because she was here. I saw the way she 
was questioning her faith, though. However, the Mother Superior would have none of that. 
She told the girl that men only wanted to use her sexually, and then she showed her how, with
a phallic shaped object that was three times the size of a normal man. I watched through the 
window as she tortured the girl with it, and I could do nothing to help. And then, because of 
the ruptures that she brought, the girl ended up bleeding to death. She's buried in the 
convent."

She looked at me, taking in every word that I was saying. But I could tell that she still 
wasn't all that convinced. I knew that I would have to show her even more proof if I wanted 
her to help me.

"I can show you the gravesite," I said to her.

"That will prove nothing," she said. "I want to believe you, but I've seen nothing that the 
Mother Superior has done to make me believe what you are saying. She has always been kind 
to me."

"Did it not ever occur to you that the Mother Superior knew what was going to happen to 
you when she sent you to the monastery?"

"No," she said, shocked, "she never would have sent me if she knew."

"Have you ever told her?"

"No."

"Well, tell her sometime, and look to see what kind of reaction you get. Look to see if she 
doesn't look satisfied when you describe the way three men were using you at one time."

"I'll do that."

"Good. But I can't wait. I'm scared for my life. I think that the Mother Superior and the 
Monsignor must have conferred, and they must know all that I know. I'm afraid that they will 
try to get to me. Wait. Maybe if you see something else that I can think of for proof, you will 
be able to go along with me. I'm only asking you because you can think of this as your 
revenge on the Monsignor at the same time. For believe me, she knew what he was going to 
do to you. She did."

"What can you show me?" she said.

"I told you about the phallic shaped object.

If it's there, you must believe that what I tell you is true."

"Where did you say it was?" she asked me.

"In the desk drawer in the Mother Superior's office. It has to be there, still, I know that it 
has to be there."

"If it is," Fifi said, standing up and walking to here door, "I will believe you. I will have no 
other choice. For what would a woman of the Church be doing with something like that, 
unless she uses it for its purpose."

I watched as she opened her door and started to walk out. I couldn't believe that she was 
planning to go off and look at that precise moment. I didn't want it like that. I was scared for 
her, and I ran after her.

"Are you going to look now?" I asked her.

"Of course I am. I told you that they're in mass now, so I'm free and I'll be able to look 
without having to see her."

"And if you find it then, you will believe me?" I asked her once more, just to clear my own 
conscience.

"I told you that I would, and I will. Trust me.

We were only a few feet from the Mother Superior's office and Fifi started to walk faster. I 
started to pray that the object would still be there, hoping that the Mother Superior had not 
moved it. After all, if she even started to suspect all the things that I had seen, chances are she
would have moved it. She should have moved it because she should have known that it was 
something I could use against her, if I wanted to use anything against her at all.

Together, we pushed the door to her office open, and we walked in. I had never been in 
there before, and it scared me. I thought about God, who was supposed to be ever-present in 
such a sacred area, and then, I thought about the things that I had seen going on. I could feel 
my blood curdling.

"It's in one of those drawers," I said to her. "I'll stand near the door and keep my eye out in
case anyone is coming by."

I watched Fifi walk over to the drawers and she started to open them. She rummaged 
through the first one, and then she closed it. She looked up at me, and I could tell that she 
was beginning to doubt everything that I had told her. She gave me another one of her icy 
glares, and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. I indicated that she should continue to look 
further. She opened the next drawer, and then the one after that.

My hopes were beginning to fade. She was working on the last drawer when I heard the 
sounds of approaching footsteps. I looked over at Fifi and I made a small noise indicating that
someone was coming. I stood behind the door, and then, she held it up in her hands.

"I've found it," she said to me, and just then, the Mother Superior walked through the 
door. I stood behind her, and she didn't see me.

For she was looking at Fifi now, and I could see by the way she was raising her shoulders 
that she was mad at the girl.

"What are you doing here?" she asked her. "What is that that you're holding in your 
hand?"

Fifi was stronger than I thought. For now, she looked totally defiant.

"What the hell do you think it is?" she asked the Mother Superior. "It's what I would 
commonly call a dildo. And possibly, the murder weapon."

"Who gave you the authority to come in here?" she elder woman stammered.

"I have to know something now, Mother Superior. Did you know that the Priests did to me
when I went over to the monastery my second day here? Did you know that they were going 
to rape me and use me?"

"You have been violated by the Priests," the Mother Superior said, calmly, as if she had just
heard it for the first time. As if she didn't know anything about it at all. But I could tell that she
was lying, and I shook my head behind her back to indicate to Fifi what I thought.

Fifi looked at me for an instant, but she was smart. She didn't want the Mother Superior to
know that I was in the room, so she didn't keep her eyes on me for more than a second.

"You're a liar," she said to the elder woman. "You've been lying all your life. You knew what 
they were going to do to me, because you practice the same kind of things that they do. You 
bitch."

And then, the Mother Superior moved over to Fifi. She looked like she was ready to kill, 
and she raised her arms to strike the girl. But I was fast. I slammed the door shut behind me so
that no one else could come in, and I ran over and grabbed her outstretched arm. I pulled it 
behind her back and I twisted it. I forced her to the floor. She turned around and she looked 
up at me with horror in her eyes.

She was about to open her mouth to scream, and I smashed my fist across her face. Her 
false teeth went flying out of her mouth and across the floor. I almost wanted to laugh. I 
didn't even know that she had worn them. I turned to Fifi and I looked at her. "Go over and 
lock the door," I commanded. "I have some business to take care of with the Mother Superior, 
and I don't want anyone else coming in here." I watched as Fifi obeyed my commands. 
Everything was happening so fast. This hadn't been the way I had planned things, but I knew 
that I would have to act now, because it was going to be the only chance that I got. "And now,
you bitch," I said, looking down at the woman on the floor who was beginning to look even 
more and more pathetic by the second, "I want to know why you killed Maria."

"I didn't kill her."

"Don't you he to me. I've seen the things that you and the sisters do here. You call yourself
a follower of God. You're a follower of the Devil. You are the Devil, and the Devil must be 
destroyed."

She spit up at me, and I could feel the spit dripping down my cheek. But I knew that I was 
in power then, and I reached down and smashed her across the face once more.

"What are you going to do to her?" Fifi asked me, as she locked the door and walked back 
to where I was standing.

"I'm not sure. I was wondering if I should repeat the same things that she did to Maria, just
to show her what pain can really be like."

Even as I spoke, I looked down at that pathetic thing who called herself a follower of God, 
and I watched as what I said registered on her face. I almost felt a tremendous sense of relief, 
watching her sweat.

"No," she said to me, looking up with pleading eyes.

"What's the matter," I said, "can't you take some of your own actions handed back to you? 
Don't you know what it feels like?"

I watched her shoulders start to heave up and down as the tears started to pour out of her
eyes. I couldn't believe that she had been reduced to that much, but she had been.

"I don't know what it's like," she said. "I don't know what it's like at all. I've been a true 
follower of the Lord. I have never been with a man, or with anyone else."

"You mean that you're a virgin?" I said to her, almost laughing.

"Yes," she said.

"Well, then, that's even better. I'll do it all myself, then." I reached down and I pulled at her 
wimple. Then, I was pulling at her habit until she was lying on the floor, naked.

For an old woman, she didn't have such a bad body. There were a few wrinkles in places 
where I wish there hadn't been. But she had a nice pair of tits, and very large nipples. I could 
also see that her pubic hair was shaved off, and she had tantalizing pussy lips.

"Are you going to screw her?" Fifi asked.

"I certainly am," I said, pulling at my pants and tugging them down. My cock wasn't all that
hard yet because she didn't turn me on like many women have been known to do. I started to 
tug at it, and I could feel it getting stiffer and stiffen I looked at the Mother Superior when I 
was hard, and I smiled.

I got down on the floor beside her, and I started to stroke her breasts. She reached over 
and she tried to scratch me with her long fingernails. I slapped her again, and then I told Fifi 
to grab her arms and hold them. So Fifi ran over and she did as she was told.

I watched as the Mother Superior's breasts heaved up and down. I moved my mouth to 
them, and I started to lick her nipples. I could feel her trying to kick her legs and move her 
body, but I was sitting on her, and there was no way that she was going to be able to get free.

I bit down hard on one of her nipples, grinding my teeth together and trying to see if I 
could actually bite through. But she let out a loud cry and I stopped and moved my hand to 
her mouth to cover it. I certainly didn't want anyone to come there until I had finished with 
her.

I moved my fingers down to her pussy, and I started to spread her legs. Then I moved my 
fingers to her pussy lips, and I started to massage them. The whole time, she kept trying to 
keep her legs closed, but I kept spreading them. I forced my fingers into her pussy, and I 
started to massage her clit. I could feel her getting wet inside, and when I thought that I 
would be the first cock ever to enter her, I was getting more and more excited.

I finally got off her and yanked her legs apart as hard as I could. I could look right up her 
pussy because it was shaved. I grabbed hold of my cock and I moved it closer and closer to 
her, ever so slowly, just to make her writhe with either fear or anticipation. For now she was 
quivering with some feeling, and deep down, I was thinking that she might have been 
interested in seeing what a cock finally felt like.

I moved my cock closer and closer to her, and then, when I was past her pussy lips, I just 
shoved myself in. I could feel the head of my cock ripping through her hymen, and that 
confirmed the fact that she had been a virgin. I could feel the blood dripping, and that was as 
good a lubrication as anything else.

I started to move in and out of her faster and faster, not caring whether she was feeling 
pain or pleasure. And I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and I knew that she 
must have been feeling something.

I reached down and I started to pinch her nipples all over again as I continued to thrust my
hard cock in and out of that pussy. I have to admit that it wasn't a good fuck at all. The only 
thing that was keeping me hard was the thought that I was the first person inside of her.

And then, I started to think of Maria. I thought of her because I looked up at Fifi, still 
holding the Mother Superior's arms, and I remembered what had happened to her. Then, I 
started to remember what had happened to so many people because of the Mother Superior, 
and I could feel my hatred for her growing and growing.

I started to pound my cock into her harder and harder, and I could hear her groaning. Fifi 
looked at me, and I could see that she, too, was enjoying the pain that the Mother Superior 
was going through.

And then, she started to yell at me.

"You evil man," she was screaming. "Your soul will rot in hell for what you are putting me 
through. God is looking down at you, and He is taking careful note. He sees the evil that is in 
you, and He will remember it always, especially when you did." And then, she started to pray.

"You bitch," I screamed, "you dare to talk of God."

I couldn't help myself. I continued to thrust in and out, but I didn't like the idea that she 
was praying. She was so hypocritical, and I wanted to stop her. I moved my hands to her neck 
and I began to choke her. I didn't mean to kill her. I only wanted to get her to stop praying, 
and stop lying to herself.

I could feel her pussy starting to spasm around my cock, and I knew that she was in the 
middle of what might have been her first orgasm. I started to squeeze her neck even tighter, 
and I could feel her body contorting under the weight of mine as she strived for air. But there 
was no way that I was going to let up, and I continued to squeeze. All of a sudden, I could feel
my cock starting to throb inside of her, and I started to come.

And it was then, that I felt her body go limp under mine, and I pulled my hand away from 
her neck.

I looked at her tongue hanging out of her mouth, and I pulled my cock out of her. I could 
see that she was dead, and I'm not sure, but I thought I saw the image of the Devil rising out 
of her body and moving up into the sky.

I thought I saw that.

I climbed off her, and looked down at her. I could see the pool of blood between her legs, 
and I knew that I had had my revenge.

"Let's clean her up and dress her," I said to Fifi. "She's old, and she deserved to die for all 
the evil that she had done. We can sit her up at her chair and you can tell the other sisters that
you came in to clean and found her dead.

They will all think that it was a heart attack."

And that was what we did. Fifi cleaned up the blood, and I helped her dress the old 
woman. We picked up her teeth and put them back in her mouth, and then we sat her up at 
her desk.

She didn't look evil anymore. I knew that she couldn't have been, because I had seen the 
evil in her leave. He was probably looking for another body to take control of, but he had left 
her to die in peace.

"There's only one thing that I want you to promise me," I said to Fifi.

"What is that?"

"When she's buried, I want you to make sure that she is not buried anywhere near Maria. 
Maria's ground is sacred, and the Mother Superior's body will destroy all that."

"I promise then," she said to me, and then she leaned up and kissed me.

"I have to go now," I said to her.

"Where will you go?"

"I don't know. But I've done what I wanted to do, and now, I'm going to find something 
else. I don't know what there is to believe in out there anymore, but I'm sure I'll be able to find
something."

"There's still God," she said to me."

The End
