MSL-08 The Monk's Bride


FOREWORD

Mother Superior prodded the almost hysterical eighteen-year-old novice with the butt end
of the whip she had just laid across her lovely young back.

She put the heavy leather handle into the crack of her just developing buttocks.

Sister Fawn squirmed and did nothing, feeling the sinful juices of her womanhood well up 
in her cunt, and start to trickle down her tight virginal hole.

The large woman twisted the handle of the whip inside of the young novice's tight little 
asshole, grinning, taking a distorted delight from the torment she was making pretty Sister 
Fawn suffer.

Her purpose was most holy and sacrilegious: to completely dominate and reduce to 
veritable slavery the twelve young and beautiful maidens, like Sister Fawn, so that they would 
be willing prey to the lust of her son--a priest with an insatiable appetite for virgin flesh.

Sister Fawn moaned under the prodding of Mother Superior's whip handle. She felt her 
pussy lips swelling with her desire, felt her cream running down her chaste white thighs.

She blushed and damned herself for a harlot, as she felt the hot wicked lust rushing 
through her tender young veins.

Little did the innocent young maiden realize that this was exactly what the demented 
woman of the devil wanted: to betray her innocence, to make her a willing partner for her 
son's insatiable lust, to prepare her for the entrance into her virginal tunnel, of her son's 
massive male flesh!


CHAPTER ONE

I was but a child of twelve and still living in the small Roman town of Fazzi. My great 
grandmother sat me down on her lap and proceeded to relate to your narrator the story of 
how she and a number of other young nuns from the celestial order of nuns, The Sisters of the
Lord, were tormented and brutalized by their Mother Superior and by the son of the Mother 
Superior, Jonathon. I listened to the ninety three year old woman with the utmost attention, as
I remember it. Grandmother Di Maggio was still alert and spoke with a fervent and 
determined desire. I had told her that I wanted to become a nun and join a nunnery. She told 
me all of the things that I would have to go through and the incredible ordeals that she had 
to submit to as a young girl. I listened to her with a fascinated ear and could not conceal my 
horror to her when she spoke of some of the dreadful things that had happened to her during
her youth as a member of the sisters of the Lord. Her name then was Sister Corinne and she 
was very pretty as a young girl of twenty.

When she finished, I really could not believe some of the things she had told me, about 
how all of the nuns in the convent were reduced to mere sexual slaves by the dominating 
Mother Superior and by her son, Jonathon.

However, I could not forget some of those brutal and ghastly images she related to me 
that supposedly took place in the years of her budding womanhood, 1624-1627 on the 
Gregorian calendar.

A few years later, my grandmother died and the memory of her story still dwelled within 
my fertile young mind. I made a number of other inquiries. I did a lot of research, even 
interviewing a ninety eight year old woman, the former Sister Fawn. Sister Fawn was very 
senile, but some of the things she told me concurred with what I had heard from my 
grandmother and some of the things that I had been told by some of the townspeople who 
still dwelled in Fazzi at the time of the reign of the evil Mother Superior and her son, 
Jonathon.

In my twenty-fourth year, I Finally had enough information to piece together those events 
of almost a century ago. I refrained from revealing it for a long time, due to my fear of what 
would happen to me at the hands of the church. Finally, however, the story I wrote as a 
woman of thirty had to be seen by others. I had kept it hidden among my own personal 
belongings, and it was only when my own granddaughter, Josephine, told me that she, too 
desired to become a nun, that I finally showed my manuscript to another human being.

This is the story.

There were twelve young sisters at the convent in the town of Fazzi. They were ruled over 
by the Mother Superior, a stout woman in her late forties. An old priest was her superior, but 
he was very ill and could do nothing to stop the Mother Superior from carrying out her evil 
desires, desires that she helped to evilly fill in the name of The Lord, Our God, Jesus Christ.

The convent was a large, brick building, one could almost call it a castle. There were 
battlements and walls surrounding it. There was also a moat filled with deep water 
surrounding the convent, supposedly to prevent the townspeople from entering it, but I now 
know that it was not to prevent the townspeople from entering but to prevent the young 
apprentice nuns from escaping.

The convent had been built a few hundred years before, in the fifteenth century and was 
still a sturdy, well constructed building in the early seventeenth century when the events in 
this incredible tale I am relating took place.

The Mother Superior welcomed her twelve new subjects. They were all very young, ranging
in age from sixteen to twenty three.

They stood before the Mother Superior, wearing the white garb of their sect. White hoods,
attached to their habits covered all their hair and forehead. The bottom of the taffeta habits 
touched the floor. They wore black boots that went all the way up to their knees. In deference 
to the lord, the ordained nuns were not allowed to reveal any part of their bodies, their flesh 
to anyone.

They all understood that the Mother Superior's word came directly from God himself who 
spoke to her through her prayers.

In this particular sect, The Sisters of The Lord, as the Mother Superior explained to the 
young nuns, discipline over mind and body were the key to the understanding of the ways of 
the Lord, although he worked in many mysterious ways, and could never hope to be 
understood by such young nuns. Understanding came only when they were purged of their 
sins.

They would all have to purge themselves of all of their sins and willingly subject 
themselves to the Savior, Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

"Only by a willing cleansing and purging of your sins, my subjects, can you hope to 
achieve the celestial divinity that you have come here to seek."

The twelve nuns bowed their heads understanding to the Mother Superior.

The Mother Superior wore a long black habit, and a black cowled hood, contrasting 
greatly with the whiteness of the younger nuns. A large, heavy metal cross depicting the 
torment and the crucifixion of Our Lord, Jesus Christ, hung from her neck as she continued to 
speak to the girls in a dark, dingy chamber of the convent.

"All of you will have to undergo a constant purging of your souls," the Mother Superior 
told them, her arms akimbo, as with stern decorum she looked over her new charges. One by 
one, her glance met the eyes of each individual nun, and it was so severe a gaze that all of the 
nuns were forced to avert their eyes from the all seeing Mother Superior. She gave the 
impression that she could see, not only into their bodies, behind their white garb, but into 
their minds and see their thoughts, thoughts that some Of them knew bordered on being 
called sinful.

However, all of the young nuns wanted not to think such thoughts, and willingly accepted 
the harsh discipline that Mother Superior Armandoza subjected them to if it would help to 
purge every evil thought from their heads and help them to serve Our Lord, the Savior, Jesus 
Christ.

"You are all here by your own will, my subjects. You will all undergo many, many hours and
weeks, and even years of discipline. You will learn that your bodies come secondary to your 
minds, and that your minds come secondary to the service of the Lord, Our Saviour. Jesus 
Christ."

She looked into the novices' eyes.

The nuns stood before her and listened attentively, still averting their eyes from the 
Mother Superior.

"You will all, by the time you are ready, be able to converse with Jesus Christ when you hit 
your knees at night as I do. However, the Lord will not speak to you if you are not pure! You 
will all have to rid yourselves of all thoughts about your bodies and all carnal desires that you 
may have imbedded in you from the onset of your puberty! This will not be an easy task, my 
subjects!"' The nuns all bowed in deference to the apparent wisdom and authority of the 
Mother Superior as she paused and let her holy words sink into their minds, words that 
supposedly came to her via The Voice of The Lord God, Himself, The Father of The Son.

"You will all, in order to achieve this celestial karma of your souls, have to endure long and 
arduous work. You will all have to willingly subject yourselves into a slavery for the Lord. You 
will all have to reveal all of your most intimate and personal carnal thoughts. You will all have 
to stand naked before the Lord and his representatives, such as Father Venzetti and myself. 
Unfortunately, Father Venzetti is an old, old man and will shortly enter the Pearly Gates and 
meet the Lord in person. Until he either returns to proper health, or a replacement is sent by 
the Vatican, I will be the only representative of The Lord that you will come in contact with. All 
of you! Now! On your knees and pray for Father Venzetti!" Mother Superior Armandoza 
commanded.

The twelve nuns complied willingly, dropping to their knees as the Mother Superior 
walked around their kneeling figures and observed their prayers.

She had them rise when they were finished.

"I will ask this question once. Only now will you be given this opportunity. After this, you 
will no longer be given this opportunity and your training will begin immediately. Are there 
any of you who think that she cannot endure the training necessary to become a full-fledged 
Sister of The Lord? If so, you may leave now, and no questions will be asked!" The Mother 
Superior looked at each of her charges. They all looked at her. Not one of them stirred. Not 
one of them left. They were all unaware of the evil and perverted intentions of Mother 
Superior Armandoza at that time.

"Very well, my subjects. I am gratified that you all have chosen to give yourselves up to The
Lord. The Lord is gratified, also. You all may smile now!" she commanded them.

The twelve young nuns all smiled as they were ordered, their first command.

"Excellent, my subjects. That will be the last smile you will ever smile while in this convent!"

Their faces became blank again.

"Are there any of you here who have never had a carnal thought. Speak by raising your 
right hand!"

All twelve girls raised their hands.

"You are all liars! Liars! Liars, do you understand!" Mother Superior Armandoza screamed 
at them.

They put their hands down. They cringed a little as the Mother Superior walked up to each
of them and stared into their eyes with her peering, piercing icy brown eyes.

"You!" she yelled at the first girl on the line. "What is your name?"

"Fawn Barbarino," she said meekly.

"Fawn Barbarino! Do you wish to become a Sister in the service of The Lord?"

"Oh, yes, Mother Superior, I do. I do more than anything else in the world."

"You are now Sister Fawn!" the Mother Superior said in her commanding voice. She 
ordained her by putting the flat side of the cross on her forehead. Sister Fawn smiled.

"You were told that you had smiled your last smile, Sister Fawn. Being anointed a sister in 
the Holy Order of The Sisters of The Lord should not give you any personal gratification. That 
is twice now that you have shown that you may not be capable of such an exalted stature. Get
on your knees and beg me to forgive you!"

Fawn hit her knees immediately and with her hands clasped in front of her chest, begged 
Mother Superior, in the name of The Lord to forgive her transgressions. The eleven others 
stood by nervously, wondering what they would have to endure in order to be pure enough 
to be worthy of God.

"Rise, Sister Fawn!"

She got back to her feet, the only part of her body that was visible was the front of her 
face. Her neck was covered by part of her garb and part of her forehead was covered by the 
hooded cowl.

"Step forward, Sister Fawn!"

She did, taking two small steps forward, isolating herself from the other girls.

"Do you still maintain that you have never had a carnal thought, Sister Fawn?"

"Y-yes, Mother Superior," she stammered. "Perhaps you need to be shown just how far you
must travel in order to find the road that leads to the King's Highway, Sister Fawn. That goes 
for the rest of you, also!"

"Yes, Mother Superior," Fawn said and the eleven others followed suit.

"Sister Fawn, are you ready to stand naked before the Lord and reveal yourself to Him?"

"I pray that I am, Mother Superior."

"Do so!"

Sister Fawn looked at her quizzically. The eighteen year old novice, who I interviewed 
eighty years later opened her eyes wide and looked at the Mother Superior.

"You claim that you have never touched yourself and received any pleasure from it? You 
claim that your carnal flesh has never given you any moments during your life of feelings that 
we call passion?"

Sister Fawn looked down at her feet and did not answer.

"Confess your sins, Sister Fawn! You are not entitled to wear the garb of The Sisters of The 
Lord until your catharsis is complete. Remove your habit and confess!"

"Remove my habit, Mother Superior? But, isn't that a sin?"

The face of the Mother Superior grew red with rage.

"Do you dare? Do you, a young novice dare to try to tell me, the representative of The 
Lord that I am telling you to commit a sin? Get on your knees and beg forgiveness. 
Immediately!"

Sister Fawn did as she was told. Then she was permitted to rise again. "This is the only way 
that The Lord has prescribed to cleanse you all of impure and unholy thoughts. You will all 
stand naked before me and confess your transgressions. Sister Fawn, you had the opportunity 
to leave. You chose to remain in the Order. Apparently you did not believe me when I told you
about standing naked before The Lord. You will now believe it. You will remove your habit this 
instant!"

Sister Fawn looked at the eleven other nuns standing behind her. Then she looked at the 
Mother Superior standing stem and erect before her. "Yes, Mother Superior," Sister Fawn said 
and she removed her cowl.

When her short yellow hair was revealed, murmurs and buzzes of shock came from the 
other young novices.

"This will be done in complete silence! You will all most probably receive punishments 
during your cloistered stay at the convent. Let us not begin the flagellations of the lash at this 
time. Is this understood. Speak your answers by kneeling. All of you!"

Including Sister Fawn, the twelve young females knelt down and showed Mother Superior 
Armandoza their willingness to submit themselves to her, and thereby to Our Lord God, Jesus 
Christ!

"Remove the rest of your garb, Sister Fawn!"

Standing straight and tall, Sister Fawn undid the belt of her silken robe and then held the 
robe in her hand out to Mother Superior.

The Mother Superior pointed to a large metal bin and motioned for Sister Fawn to deposit
her white garb in the large container, which she did.

"Should I take off my boots next, Mother Superior?"

"In silence you will stand naked before me, the representative of the most Holy Creator. 
Deposit all of your garments in this container. They will all be burned and you will be given 
clean things to rest on your formerly filthy bodies.!"

Fawn untied the laces of her black boots and removed them in a few awkward tugs as the 
other young nuns stood by and watched their sister. Fawn now stood in her white stocking 
feet, and a few layers of white silken slips and corsets. One by one she removed them from her
body, revealing a little bit more of her young white flesh after each removal.

"You will not be permitted to feel inhibited, Sister Fawn," Mother Superior Armandoza 
instructed her when she was down to a white garment around her waist that hung loosely 
over her most private of bodily parts. Fawn's hands covered her chest, hiding her young 
precious breasts from the eyes of the Mother Superior and the eyes of the eleven other nuns 
who would soon, one by one, be in the same position as Sister Fawn.

The Mother Superior walked up to Fawn and looked at her body closely. The others 
cringed as they imagined how their young sister might be feeling.

"Stand naked and at attention before God!"

Fawn shook from inhibited and embarrassed fear as she took off her last remaining 
undergarment and put her hands to her sides, trying to keep herself from shivering as the 
Mother Superior looked at her nakedness.

Sister Fawn looked straight ahead, her back to the other sisters. Her pale white skin, her 
most secret parts were revealed to the Mother Superior and the other nuns. Her white, young 
little breasts stood straight up on her quivering chest as the Mother Superior walked around 
her and inspected every pore of her nubile eighteen year old body with her eyes.

"Turn and face the others!"

Fawn stood naked before her peers, her yellow maidenhairs covering her most womanly 
mystique now visible to the gaze of the others.

"Confess your sins!" Mother Superior Armandoza ordered her, standing behind her as 
Sister Fawn looked at the others.

"I'm so scared, Mother Superior!"

"You will overcome that. Get on your knees and confess! Confess immediately or you will 
be given three lashes with the whip!" Mother Superior Armandoza yelled at the disrobed 
eighteen year old. She walked to another part of the room and returned with a whip. Fawn still
had her back to her, but she could see in the eyes of the others that something dreadful was 
behind her.

Fawn got to her knees. "I--I once touched myself there," she said and put her hands over 
her face and began to cry. A few murmurs fell over the other young nuns when Fawn admitted
that she had touched herself.

"Speak! Tell all of us how you touched and what you felt. You must purge yourself of any 
immoral thoughts. This is the time to do so!"

"I--I can't, ohhhhh, please, please," Sister Fawn cried.

"Three lashes!"

"Oh, please, please, Mother Superior," Sister Fawn whimpered and pleaded.

"You will ask me to whip you in the name of God! God, do you hear!"

"Please, Mother Superior, teach me my road to salvation. Please, Mother Superior, in the 
name of The Lord God, Our Savior and most Holy father, strike me With the whip and make 
me be able to confess my sins. Expurgate me from my carnal desires, oh beautiful and most 
Holy Mother Superior!"

"Thwack!!" came the first lash of the long, leather whip upon the slim, frail white back of 
the eighteen year old.

"You will learn to receive the pain without any show of emotion, Sister Fawn! You will not 
cry!"

"Thwack!!!" came the second lash, on the same spot near the lower part of her back, as she
knelt on all fours. The curvature of her spine now had the mark of a little red welt on it. She 
did not whimper, however. Her lips were clenched together and she bit them with her teeth as
the third and final whip lash bit her back.

"Confess!"

"It--it was a few months ago, Mother Superior. I was home, resting in my bed, feeling very 
excited about being accepted to this most holy convent. I was underneath the covers. It had 
been two weeks since my infernal womanly blood had seeped and as I waited for sleep to take
me, I felt a warm and tingling feeling come to my thighs! I understood, I think that it was just a
part of by budding womanhood, but I tried to ignore it. However, ohhh, it is so hard to speak 
of this, but I understand the necessity of it, Mother Superior. I will speak," Sister Fawn said as 
she knelt naked in front of the others, and a surge of determination and courage coursed 
through her small, nubile body. "I closed my eyes shut very tightly, but the feeling would not 
depart from my body. It became even worse and spread over me like a blight upon my soul. I 
felt so helpless and overcome by its power, power that I now know was the power of the devil,
Mother Superior. I tried not to succumb. I began to pray to God to make me not feel those 
feelings."

"Show us all where those feelings were!"

"Oh, God help me, please, God help me!" Fawn pleaded.

"That is what I am trying to do, my young novice. Now, rise and show us where you felt 
those ugly feelings!"

Fawn stood up and faced her sisters. She looked down at her chest. Her breasts were as 
white as the snow that is sent by The Heavenly Father to cleanse the world of filth and dirt. 
She pointed at each of her small pert lemon-sized breasts.

"Here. I felt tingles, like needles pricking me, here!" Sister Fawn stated and pointed to both
of her two small pale pink nipples. She lowered her head and cried as she cupped her breasts 
and pointed to the places where she had felt passion as the astonished sisters stood in front 
of her and looked on with pity and understanding sympathy for Sister Fawn, dreading the 
immediate future when their turn would come to confess as Fawn was doing.

"Where else did you feel the touch of the devil on your female flesh?"

Fawn panted. She took a few deep breaths. "HERE!!" she screamed and pointed to that 
spot. She lowered her head and cried as a few of the other nuns snarled at her and looked at 
her face with disgust. Some turned their heads.

"You will all watch. You will all look upon this filthy creature as she is trying to make herself
clean again! Watch her and understand! Watch her and know that she will never, ever again 
touch herself there! Sister Fawn, tell us what you did and what you felt. Tell God!"

Fawn looked at the golden curls protecting her pubescence as her lips quivered from the 
fear and the embarrassment of having to tell of her infidelity before her peers. The pain on her
back from the lashes of the whip sent ripples of pulsating piercing chills coursing though her 
body. She felt that she had deserved such punishment and it would help her be pure in the 
eyes of The Lord and his chosen representative, Mother Superior Armandoza.

She put her finger through her Fine little flock of velutinous maidenhairs. "It was here, 
inside my--my--ohhh, my most unwanted and repellent organ that it all centered," she began.

"Show them the ugly pink of repugnant flesh!"

"I must. I must. Thank you, Mother Superior. Oh, thank you for helping me to cleanse 
myself!" Fawn said and with two hands she spread apart her fertile lips, causing a few of the 
younger sister to involuntarily turn their head for a few moments as the most inner of Sister 
Fawn's lips were revealed to them.

"My thighs, here, my sleek, lean thighs here," she said and took her fingers away from her 
little seam and put her hands around her thin, but curvy woman thighs and rubbed them. "It 
was here that I first touched, as if my mind were not in control of my hands. But they were. 
They were. And I touched. I touched and I loved the feel of it when I touched, I did. Yes, I loved
it. Ohhhhh, ohhhh, how can I ever be taken by God after that?" Sister Fawn cried, putting her 
hands to her face again, wiping the streaking tears away.

"Continue, Sister Fawn!" Mother Superior prodded the almost hysterical eighteen year old 
with the butt end of the whip. She put it into the crack of her just developing buttocks, so taut
and round were they at the time.

Sister Fawn squirmed and did nothing to tell the Mother Superior to remove the thick, 
hard leather from inside her. It touched the part of her where her wastes were removed and 
jabbed at the tight, pink little hole, causing her to squirm and whimper slightly, but she 
continued to remain upright.

Fawn turned around behind her and looked at Mother Superior. "Oh, thank you, thank 
you, Mother Superior," the confused innocent girl glowed.

The large woman twisted the handle of the whip inside her, grinning, taking her distorted 
delights from the torment she was making pretty Fawn suffer through. The evil woman smiled 
at Fawn, a smile that made her horrible blood boil in her putrid veins, conveying to the 
innocent blonde maiden that she accepted her thanks, but really she felt the power of her 
position inside her ugly loins. Inwardly, the Mother Superior gloated over her command and 
her power over the beautiful young girls she had personally selected for one purpose only. A 
purpose most unholy and sacrilegious, a purpose that she used her high authority to 
achieve--to completely dominate and reduce to veritable slavery the twelve young, and 
beautiful females who had unwittingly volunteered to serve the most Holy Creator of all good,
the Lord God Himself!

"Turn and describe to your sisters the feelings you felt. You will ignore what I am doing to 
you, Sister Fawn. You will ignore it because if you permit yourself to feel it, you are 
succumbing to the devil once more!" With that, the evil Mother Superior thrust the butt of the
whip up into her virgin rectum, making Fawn struggle with all her inward will to prevent the 
most perverted and degenerate feelings it created inside her holy little body of once pure 
chastity.

Sister Fawn again spread open her chaste young hillock, showing the pink, moist flesh of 
her essence to the other eleven nuns, who were forced to watch their young peer go through 
her confession with the butt end of the whip stuck and being twisted up her fundament. How 
dastardly!

"I--I felt the abhorrent heat inside my fertile loins, and my hands slowly crept under my 
nightwear, moving up my legs as if they were driven there by some unseen force beyond my 
control. I knew that I should not have touched, but I gave in. Yes, I gave in to my body. I felt 
terrible, so slimy and evil for allowing myself to feel my body, my most perfect body, my slim 
legs and my thighs. My deft fingers groped up my legs, slowly creeping to this ugly, filthy spot
you see before you now. This ugly pink, moist flesh was making me want to do something 
with a craving I had never experienced before. I felt torrents of heat coursing all through my 
young, unknowing--"

"Unknowing?" Mother Superior Armandoza interrupted and twisted the butt inside her 
with a little more force.

"Yes, I knew. I knew what I was doing. I couldn't stop! I couldn't," Fawn cried, wishing to fall
into a heap and vanish from the earth forever as she stood completely stripped, all of her 
most intimate bodily parts being exposed along with her most intimate and personal 
thoughts.

"Slowly, ever so slowly, my finger reached this, this little and most unwanted crease 
between my legs. And they found it. Yes, they found it and they touched! Ohhhh, it was 
horrible. It was horrible because I kept on doing it and I couldn't stop myself. I loved touching 
myself here. Here!" she yelled and pointed to the little hard piece of flesh at the top of her 
crease, parting her hairs with her fingers so they could all witness her shame.

"I rubbed it in between my fingers and I felt it in my whole body, my ugly udders tingled 
me and I was forced to use one hand to squeeze my little pink dot in order to provide my 
unnatural cravings with some relief." She pointed to her luscious little breasts and her nipples.

"Ohhhh, I knew I was committing terrible sin, and I felt so ashamed, but I kept on, and on. I
put my finger into my orifice!"

"Do so now!"

"Ohhhh, God, God, please do not let me feel it again, I beg you, I beg you!"

"You will not feel it if your mind is strong, Sister Fawn. Do it now!"

"Oh God, please let me be strong!" Fawn prayed and she looked at the sisters facing her 
and witnessing her shame. She made a fist out of her left hand. She stuck her pinky up. "It was
only my littlest finger. Only my littlest finger, but it was enough. Ohhhh, it was just enough to 
do the work of the devil on my filthy body," Fawn cried, the tears running down her face. "I 
placed my little finger over my lower realm of sanctity," she stated and pointed to the little 
pink node of flesh that partially blocks the passageway to the holy orifice of virgins. "I just slid 
my finger over it and insinuated it into my womanhole," Fawn said as she did it. "And I 
stretched my flesh, pulling the hole that had begun to secrete the filthy swill that we woman 
have inside our wombs."

"But under the tutelage of God, you will never, ever let that filthy nectar seep!" Mother 
Superior reminded her, still twisting the thick leather butt of the whip inside her fundament.

"Ohhhh, God, God, it was awful, so awful. I loved every minute of it, but I never stopped 
hating myself for loving it," Sister Fawn cried, her voice now hoarse and grating as she showed
the other sisters just what she had done. She looked down at her most private part, a part 
reserved only for the sanctity of marriage and the necessity of child bearing.

She inserted her little pinky into her gaping pit once more and began to move it in and 
out, in and out, in and out, in and out. Her words became drawn out as the biological 
functions of her body went to work once more.

"Ohhhh, it was luscious. Lust was written all over my face, my face, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, I 
rubbed and I yanked this little button piece of my skin and I was consumed by the heat and 
fire of the devil as I lay in the privacy of my bed, mmmmmmm, mmmmm, ohhhhh, I can't--I 
can't stop it, ohhhh, I can't, nooooo! Not again. Nooooooo, please God. I will not succumb. I 
will not succumb. The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want. He leadeth me to the path of 
righteousness oooooh, ahhhhhh," Fawn moaned, the lust written on her flushed young face 
once more as she crumbled, unable to remove her finger from her forced self inducement of 
sexual passion.

The butt end of the whip was removed from her and she was beaten with the lash as she 
lay in a heap upon the cold stone, the object of pity and scorn by the other sisters.

"Please, please I am evil. I have surely sinned in the house of the Lord," Fawn cried as she 
continued to move her little pinkie around her little crescent, the lashes of the whip being 
administered by the perverted Mother Superior causing streaks of red to surface on her 
formerly clear and unblemished skin.

"Take out the devil's finger! Take it out!"

Mother Superior Armandoza commanded her as she continued to beat the poor, 
tormented and confused eighteen year old.

"I can't. I love it, ohhhh, I'm terrible, I'm so evil, beat me, beat me, please beat it all out of 
me, please, hit me, yes, help me to cleanse my soul, ohhhh, ahhhhhh," she moaned as she 
finally removed her finger and lay supine, her arms splayed as the leather bit into her flesh.

"Thank you, thank you," Sister Fawn cried a smile on her face.

"You will not smile!"

Fawn did her best to reduce her smile to blankness, and it took a number of painful, 
flesh-tearing flagellations upon her small, lithe body to remove the smile. Finally, her whole 
body disfigured by the lashes of the whip upon her willingly exposed flesh, she looked up 
blankly at the Mother Superior beating her and accepted the lashes in the name of God. Oh, 
what horrible misuse of the name of the Lord!

The Mother Superior finally stopped beating her. She was ordered to rise.

Blood streaking down her body, the abused girl did so and stood at attention.

She was given a black, silk garment that had a hole for her head. She was given nothing 
else except a cross that she had to wear around her neck as it hung from a holy piece of rope. 
She was ordered to stand on the line of young nuns in her new garment.

"Sister Fawn's catharsis is not yet complete and neither will all of your confessions be 
complete. You are all novices and you are all learning. You will all know how to receive 
punishment. You will all willingly subject your minds and your bodies to me, your Mother 
Superior to do with what I choose in order to cleanse your putrid souls of all evil thoughts!" 
Mother Superior Armandoza yelled at them, still brandishing the whip in her hand.

She looked at the next young nun standing in line. It was my maternal great grandmother, 
Corinne Di Maggio.





CHAPTER TWO


"What is your name'?"

"Corinne Di Maggio," the then twenty year old female answered in the meekest of voices.

She was ordained Sister Corinne, ordered to step forward and strip and confess her 
previous sins.

My great grandmother had been a chaste and holy child. She had been brought up 
stringently, as a Fundamentalist, believing in every word of the Holy Scriptures.

She disrobed and stood in her most natural beauty before the others as the demented, 
power-crazy Mother Superior took delight in looking over her sleek exposed body.

"Tell of your desires for the flesh, Sister Corinne!"

"But, Mother Superior, I never had any desires for the flesh in all of my twenty years," she 
pleaded in vain.

"You are a liar! A liar, you hear?!"

"Please, please, Mother Superior, I wish to serve God with all of my soul, the dignified 
female said as she stood in her despised nakedness, my great grandmother, and subjected her
beautiful body and her beautiful and most holy thoughts to the evil desires of the Mother 
Superior.

"Get on your knees this instant, Sister Corinne, and beg me to hear your confession of sin!"

The tall, slim brown-haired female got on her knees and clasped her hands in front of her, 
looking up at the towering figure of her God, whom she thought to be in the presence of 
Mother Superior. "I have committed no sins, Mother Superior," she said, remaining steadfast, 
"You have never touched the flesh of your body with the intent to receive the pleasure of the 
devil?"

"Never. I am chaste and pure," Sister Corinne said in a humble voice.

"You are pure? Ha! You are pure? Ha ha!" Mother Superior Armandoza yelled at my 
maternal great grandmother. "All of you. Look at this sniveling female and laugh at her lies!"

They ail laughed at her, stopping their laughing and tormenting of her only when 
instructed and then doing so instantaneously.

"We will soon see how pure you are! I am the only pure one around here. I! Not you, Sister
Corinne, but I! How dare you compare yourself to me?! By so doing, you are comparing 
yourself to God himself, you filthy swine!"

Sister Corinne remained on her knees, her hands folded in front of her as she looked up at 
the lurking black figure of the Mother Superior, who stood between her and the eleven 
others.

"Point to the seat of your womanhood, Sister Corinne!"

"It is here, Mother Superior," the cringing Sister Corinne said and pointed at the place that 
was covered by her dark brown floss.

"You have never felt the ugly passions of the devil in that seat?"

"No, I have not."

"You are a liar! When did you begin to spill your blood?"

"It--it was years ago, when I was just a child, Mother Superior," Sister Corinne said as she 
continued to point at her womb, trying to feel no humiliation from being forced to speak of 
her most private physical functions. "When you let your liquid wastes out, do you touch?"

"No, Mother Superior, I do not touch."

The repellent dominatrix walked away for a moment, leaving the cringing sleek beauty 
cowering on her knees. She returned with a basin.

"Show us how you do not touch, you filthy liar!" she said and threw the little tin pan at her,
hitting her frail white back.

"Y-you want me to--to let m-my wastes out in front of everyone?"

"Squat over the basin and do so!"

"Oh please, please, do not make me do that, Mother Superior, please do not force me to 
do this repellent thing," she pleaded.

"Get on all fours and prepare to receive three lashes!"

Sister Corinne did as she was ordered and received three stinging lashes on her untouched
body. She did not cry out, even though three red welts appeared on her back.

"Show us all how you remove your liquid wastes and do not touch!" Mother Superior 
Armandoza told her, gloating over the helpless girl who had dared to compare her own self to
the evil woman.

Sister Corinne placed the little metal basin underneath her. She raised her arms high up in 
the air as she was forced to show how her most personal and private function was performed. 
She tilted her body forward as she put all the weight on her ankles, her lean, nimble arms 
reaching up in the air. She grunted a few times and then her vile yellow stream poured out of 
her exposed, vulnerable upper hole and filled the little basin as the eleven others and the evil 
Mother looked on at her humiliation.

"Rise!" she was ordered when the last of her drops dripped into the bucket. "Wipe!" she 
was ordered when she stood up again.

"I have nothing to wipe myself with, Mother Superior," the proud female proclaimed, still 
refusing to admit that her dignity was being stripped from her.

"What do you usually do?"

"I pull my frocklett back up," she explained, meaning the undergarment closest to her 
precious mystique.

"But, you are filthy, you are filthy!"

"I am not filthy. It is my own exudations. I wash myself and let the water soak into me and 
clean me twice a day, Mother Superior."

"You have learned well, Sister Corinne. You have learned the method very well," Mother 
Superior told her. Sister Corinne did not smile.

"I pray that I have," the large breasted twenty year old said as she stood in her vulnerable 
pride before the demented woman and her own peers. "I pray that you will teach me better. I 
pray that you, Mother Superior will let me know the true meaning of all that is good!"

"You will learn. You will learn," Mother Superior Armandoza said, keeping her demented 
ambiguity to her most inner self at the time.

"What are these?" Mother Superior demanded and touched her firm apple sized breasts 
with the butt of the whip.

Sister Corinne looked down at her chest that still had the remnants of her girlish freckles.

"My breasts, Mother Superior," she answered, slightly bewildered by now.

"And these?"

Sister Corinne looked at her two little brown nipples that were poked by the butt of the 
whip rather heavily.

"My nipples, Mother Superior."

"And what do you use them for?"

"I do not use them, Mother Superior. Perhaps there will come a time when I am needed to 
supply milk to an infant, but until then, they are of no use and I have not thought about using 
them for anything. Now, this moment is the first time in my life that I have looked at my own 
nipples."

"Squeeze them!"

"Me?" Sister Corinne whimpered.

For questioning Mother Superior Armandoza she was ordered to her knees again and 
given another three lashes. Trickles of blood dripped down her lean white back from her 
prominent shoulder blades when she was ordered to rise again.

"You are too reluctant, Sister Corinne. What do you think will happen if you touch 
yourself?"

"I have never had any desire to think about that, Mother Superior. I have been committed 
my whole conscious life and in my lives before that to remaining chaste and pure."

"Think about it now, Sister Corinne. If you have never experienced temptation, you will 
never learn how to combat it when it may tempt you in any of its forms."

"I cannot think about it, Mother Superior." Three more lashes still did not convince her and
she was made to rise again, still not crying or showing evidence of the pain that surely did 
dwell within her flesh now.

"Touch your nipples and squeeze them, Sister Corinne. I command you in the name of 
God!!!"

"Mother Superior, you cannot have God within you if you force me to do such a thing!!! I 
am going to leave this convent and report you to--ohhhh, please," she yelled as the lash of 
the whip struck her two firm untouched breasts. She was whipped cruelly. She was forced to 
her knees as the other girls murmured at the audacity of the twenty year old girl.

"Will you squeeze your nipples, Sister Corinne?" the battered, whipped and not yet beaten 
ancestor of your narrator was asked.

"No, I will not."

"Show us all from where you defecate!"

"I have had enough of this. I will not speak another word, nor will I move another muscle. I
want to leave here immediately. This is not a House of God, but it is the House of the Devil. 
You are the servant of the Devil!"

Sister Corinne was whipped to a bloody pulp. She did not scream or cry as she finally lost 
consciousness. She was carried to metal loops by some of the other novices, who all agreed 
with the Mother Superior that Sister Corinne will need a host of convincing.

The rest of the young nuns all confessed of their previous infidelities and any impure 
thoughts they once may have had about their sexuality. They wore their black garments and 
were shown to their rooms, rooms that were more like prison cells than places where nuns 
could stay. They were all forced to suffer the indignity of calling Mother Superior Armandoza 
when they felt the need to exercise their bodily functions and they were all shown how to 
wipe themselves and squat with their hands in the air in the method shown first by Sister 
Corinne.

Sister Corinne was placed naked on a rack on the wall. Her arms hung from metal loops 
and her ankles were shackled to a stand, stretching her lean, vulnerable body out to a most 
painful degree.

She was kept there all night as the others went to their rooms to sleep and pray. Sister 
Corinne was not given any salve for her welts nor any food. When she needed to defecate, she
was ordered to hold it in as Mother Superior Armandoza looked at her and was alone with 
her.

"I will never defecate in this position."

It was the next morning and all of the eleven other nuns were brought out to stand and 
wait for Sister Corinne to defecate.

"You are all working for the devil!" Sister Corinne told them.

"Sister Fawn, explain to Sister Corinne why she is mistaken!"

"Oh, most sacred and holy Mother Superior," Fawn began. "She is unwise and unknowing. 
She cannot possibly know what God has spoken to you, nor can she hope to understand what
your reasons are. I know, Sister Corinne, in my heart, in my heart, I know that our Mother 
Superior is Holy. Please accept her, Sister Corinne, and you will be on your way to accepting 
The Lord into yourself."

"But how can she be holy when she wishes to make a pure and chaste woman like me and 
yourselves to feel the most unwanted passion that only the devil can feel?"

"Sister Corinne, please, please do not question her ways. Perhaps it is to let you know what
the devil can do, like I have known, so you will know when you are in the presence of evil."

"I have been pure all of my life. I know only good things. I know that what is being done to
us is not good. It is evil. All of you listen to me, what this woman is trying to do to you is the 
most abhorrent crime, the most original and evil sin of the Scriptures."

"Silence!!" The Mother Superior yelled at her, seeing that a few of the nuns were starting 
to listen to her.

"I will not be silenced by evil. I will speak out until the last breath of my body--" the whip 
began to flagellate her soft gentle curves again, striking her large, luscious breasts, her belly, 
her long, lean legs, her neck and her ribs.

She continued to speak through the whipping, imploring the others not to listen to the 
forked tongue of the perverted woman.

"The devil can assume many disguises, even in the holiest of places," Sister Corinne yelled 
as she was being beaten with the whip.

"The devil cannot get into this place!" yelled out Sister Mercy.

"He has, he has, you are the devil!" yelled out Sister Doe to Sister Corinne.

The Mother Superior smiled serenely as she listened to her girls defend her. She knew that
they all understood that by believing Sister Corinne that they would be admitting that they 
had been beguiled to commit terrible sins for what they had done. Mother Superior 
Armandoza knew that the naive minds of her charges would never be able to accept that. She 
had them all kneel down in front of her and grovel before her as Sister Corinne's words were 
wasted.

The eleven nuns rose again. "Look at you, sisters. Look at you. You have your hair 
uncovered. You have been forced to submit to the most vile and horrid acts, yet you still claim 
that this evil temptress is the representative of God. Oh, repent. Repent. Disclaim your deeds. 
Overthrow her! Do not permit your once perfect and untouched bodies to agonize over her 
most perverted and sadistic caprices any longer. You will all rot in Hell if you willingly submit 
to her any longer!"

They all looked at the Mother Superior for advice. The Mother Superior looked up at the 
bleeding, bound girl and smiled at her, a smile letting Sister Corinne know that she could not 
defeat her.

"All of you, listen. Listen to what God has told me to say!" Mother Superior began as the 
others looked at her attentively. Mother Superior looked up at Corinne and smiled again at 
her, the smile of the conqueror over a vanquished and tortured nation.

"I love you, Sister Corinne!"

"No, noooo!" a few of the others yelled and beat their fists upon their heads.

"Silence, my subjects!" Mother Superior Armandoza commanded and looked at them 
momentarily, using her piercing, penetrating eyes to render them into silence.

"Sister Corinne, this may surprise you, but I truly love you. God has told us to love our 
enemies. I love you, sister Corinne. I do not hate you! You, Sister Corinne, will soon become 
one of my celestial subjects!"

"Not under pain of torture will I submit to you!"

The eleven others frowned at Sister Corinne and sneered at her, wondering how she could 
continue to defy someone as holy and as benevolent and as loving as Mother Superior 
Armandoza supposedly was.

"No, sister Corinne. You will receive the lash of the whip no longer. You will submit to me 
and you will kneel before me under your own power! You will willingly submit to me, your 
superior in every way. You will come to love me as I love you, Sister Corinne. You will learn the 
errors of your ways and you will--"

"The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He leadeth me to the path of--" Sister Corinne 
began to recite the twenty third psalm as the Mother Superior spoke to her.

"And what makes you think that a young girl such as yourself can have the power of God 
within her? What makes you dare to think that you are a saint?" Mother Superior yelled.

"Ay, though I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, 
for The Lord, my God art with me!" Sister Corinne concluded.

"Do you think for one moment, you naive little wench that by reciting the most holy 
scriptures of David that you are showing me how pure and holy you are. You are only a 
confused little girl. You are nothing new to me. I have tamed many a supposedly chaste young
maiden like yourself before!"

"As the Lord is my witness, I shall never cease trying to uphold the sanctity of the most 
holy Lord." The courageous Sister Corinne retorted.

"Yes, even the devil can recite the scriptures to serve his purposes, Sister Corinne. Of 
course, I do not believe that you are the devil. You are merely a confused child, my precious 
servant!"

"I shall die a thousand deaths before I serve you!"

"Do you dare to think that you are as pure and holy as I?"

"You have lost your purity. Repent, Armandoza. Repent your sins. There is still time. Please, 
release these women from your bondage, from the hold you have over them and repent your 
evil ways!"

"To you. Ha!" The evil Mother Superior looked up at the naked bound girl and then at her 
loyal subjects. She commanded them to laugh with her and then ordered them to stop, 
showing Sister Corinne once more how she held them in her filthy and most despised grip.

"Yes, to me, Armandoza. Repent the sins in your heart, that you must surely know you are 
committing. Repent them to me and repent them to God. Get on your knees, Armandoza and 
repent, ohhhh, please, repent."

"Do you dare to think that God speaks to you? You, a little wench, a little nothing?

Please, my child, do not make it any worse for yourself."

"I know in my own heart that I have committed no sins. I am pure! God knows that I am 
pure. God knows that you are evil. Good will win out in the end, Armandoza. You may kill me. 
You may torture me, but in the end, it will be seen that it was I who was pure and you who are 
evil."

"My dear child. I respect your convictions and your determination. When you are willing to
subject yourself to me, and therefore to God, I am sure that your most excellent qualities and 
your courage will be greatly appreciated by God. Please, please, Sister Corinne, I will get on 
my knees. I will beg you to reconsider your trusts!"

The Mother Superior did not get on her knees. She did beg Sister Corinne to submit to 
her, however, trying to show the others how "humble" she could be, but of course, it was only 
a calculated ploy, a ploy that did not work on Sister Corinne, but did help to further imbue the
allegiance of her eleven other followers.

"Sister Corinne. Are you ready to acknowledge my superiority to you in every way? Are you
ready to grovel before my feet?"

"The only way you are superior to me is in your knowledge of evil! I shall never willingly 
kneel for you. I only kneel before my one true master!"

"Excellent, my dear. Excellent! I am sorry, Sister Corinne, but I will have to prove to you that
the devil is working inside your body. He has taken over your mind and he is forcing your 
rebellion in the House of the Lord! Beg me for mercy!!" Mother Superior Armandoza yelled, 
her voice resonant and reverberating around the cloistered walls of the convent. Her arms 
were spread out as she looked up at the ceiling in a theatrical display of receiving divine 
inspiration. "Yes, ohhhhhh, yes, my Lord. I hear you. I hear you. I understand, my lord!" she 
yelled out at the top of her lungs as the eleven others bowed their heads and knelt, humbling 
themselves before the Mother Superior.

The Mother Superior smiled at Corinne "The Lord has spoken to me and told me what to 
do, Sister Corinne."

"The Lord would not speak to you!"

"Rise up, my loyal subjects and witness the ugly lust that this imposter will soon exhibit on 
her wretched face!"

"I have never known lust and I shall never know it!" Sister Corinne retorted. With those 
words, a most serene and evil smile creased the lips of the Mother Superior, seen only by 
Sister Corinne. With those words, the downfall of Sister Corinne began.

Sister Corinne looked at the evil before her. The eleven novices were lined up, their eyes 
aglow.

Each of them confused, but tingling with the excitement of the confrontation.

"Give me the strength to withstand the tortures I will have to endure in the name of the 
Lord," Sister Corinne intoned.

The Mother Superior turned to her confused young charges.





CHAPTER THREE


"The eleven of you will all bear witness now. You all have heard this confused girl say that lust 
will never touch her thoughts. The lord has selected me, your most humble servant to prove 
to you all that this girl you see here dangling before you has the most sordid and filthy of 
carnal desires in her mind! You will all see for yourselves how her face becomes consumed 
with lust. She has chosen this for herself. The lord has selected me, as you have seen, to show 
you how this girl, your sister, Sister Corinne has been lying to you all along!"

"I am incapable of lying, you tool of Satan!"

"Ooooow. Uhhhhh!!!" came a chorus of astonished voices.

"Show us. Please let us see the evil that Sister Corinne possesses, thou noble Mother 
Superior!" they asked, bowing before her.

"I shall. You will all see Sister Corinne humbling herself before me as you all are. You will all
bear witness to her most sordid thoughts as they are revealed before you." Mother Superior 
Armandoza began and then she looked back at Sister Corinne once more.

"Do you, Sister Corinne undertake this challenge? Sister Corinne, are you ready to take this
challenge and let me show your sisters the lust, the lechery and the false, bloated pride that 
the devil has instilled in your body.

"There will be no challenge. For there is nothing to challenge. There is no lust in my body. I
have no false pride. I am as chaste and as pure as the water that falls from heaven, and you 
have just spoken the words of your own submission, Armandoza. You will never bring out the 
lust that dwells within me, for there is none to bring out. My only passion is my passion for the
service of God!"

"You have heard her speak, my loyal subjects. She speaks a powerful and most convincing 
speech, but as you all know, God speaks better than the devil. Goodness shall always triumph 
over evil, no matter how powerful that evil may be. God has given me the power to show you 
all the defeat of this poor unfortunate girl!"

"All of you. Listen to me. This person presuming to heavenly authority will never force me 
to submit. She may cut my tongue off and inflict the most carnal and brutal punishments 
upon my perfect body, but as long as my mind is intact and serviceable to the Lord, God, our 
protector, I shall not submit!!!"

"Your mind is not being serviced by God, you evil demon!" Sister Fawn yelled at her, and 
the eleven others began to implore Mother Superior to make her willingly submit.

"I beseech you, you beautiful young girls, please, please repent before she has taken over 
your minds with her evil powers."

"Oh, Sister Corinne, you will soon be one of us," Sister Doe told her as the Mother Superior
walked away for a moment.

"Alas, it may be too late for you, Sister Doe. I shall never become one of you. I shall die 
first!"

"Mark her words!" Mother Superior Armandoza yelled as she returned.

She held a candle in her hand where she had once held the whip. "This holy candle will be 
the only instrument that I need to prove that this wicked girl is not herself. She knows not 
what she is saying, but is sleeping and the devil is inside her. We shall bring the devil out of 
her and ask her to submit to me, to God!"

"You may bum and singe every part of my body, Mother Superior, but I shall never submit 
to you!"

"When you do, it will be accepted humbly by me. I shall not gloat over your submission, 
Sister Corinne. You will be accepted my me and by your eleven sisters!"

"It is you who will submit to me, Armandoza. It is you who will see that I am as pure and as
chaste as the Saints that have been martyred before me."

"Oh, poor, poor girl, comparing thyself to a saint. Perhaps you may be a saint some day, 
but it shall only be after you have knelt before me and confessed your evil ways."

"Should I do that, I will be a disciple if the devil. I shall never be a disciple of the devil, for I 
shall never submit to you. Get on with your barbaric punishment, you hideous demon.

I have spoken my last!"

A most heavenly and beatific smile found its way to the lips of Sister Corinne as the 
tormented and bruised captive relaxed within her bindings.

"We shall now see. It will be only a matter of moments, you evil woman, before you are 
begging me to allow me to let you grovel before me!"

Sister Corinne did not respond. She began to recite the Lord's Prayer as Mother Superior 
Armandoza looked up to the ceiling and began to pray. The other young nuns all knelt while 
their evil master went through her histrionics.

"Blessed art thou, my God and master. Please, please my God give me the power to bring 
out the evil that surely does dwell in this girl. Please, let me be able to save her while she is still
young and knows not what she does!"

She paused and waited, still standing and looking up at the ceiling.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, God. I shall bring you another loyal subject!"

The eleven other nuns rose when they were commanded to and they all gathered around 
and watched the Mother Superior perform the work of the devil, a work that they all believed 
was the work of God.

Never has the name of the Lord been used so deceptively and so vilely as it was when it 
was called upon to torture my beloved ancestor.

Holding the "sacred" candle in her right hand, Mother Superior walked right up to Sister 
Corinne. "Evil spirits begone from this young girl. Depart from her soul, manifest yourselves in 
her face and then be gone forever!" she yelled in a low, resonant voice.

Then she put the orange flame of the candle in between the legs of Sister Corinne. She 
raised the candle up to the seat of her fertile womanhood. The smell of her singed hairs 
permeated the room.

Sister Corinne looked out at the sisters. Although the heat was intense, she did not bat an 
eyelash. She prayed to the real and most righteous God, asking him to let her endure.

The evil Mother Superior raised the wicked flame and put it in front of her virgin crescent.

"Show yourselves, evil spirits and be gone from this poor lost soul forever!" the Mother 
Superior chanted.

The candle's flame, situated right in front of Sister Corinne's virtuous womb generated the 
most excruciating of physical pains. Those pains of her singed and now blistered womanflesh 
she was able to endure without a whimper, the beatific smile still on her most beautiful 
countenance.

However, unknown to Sister Corinne and known by the wretched Mother Superior, there 
are certain parts of a female's body that have only one purpose, a part that was put there at 
creation by God himself, just to give his subjects the freedom of choice. The loving Creator did
not want his creations to be all the same so he gave them flesh and he tempted their flesh. He
gave them flesh that could be stimulated into a fervent sexual passion if it was aroused in such
a way. This arousal was not meant to be done against one's will, as it was to the naive Sister 
Corinne.

When the burning flame of the candle was placed next to her unnaturally spread open 
socket of feminine fertility, the unwanted heat performed its biological function on her body.

She could have done better trying to resist getting wet when standing under a waterfall 
than by trying to resist the aroused passions that the dripping wax on her most sensuous 
private part were producing.

I shall not be tempted by this most perverse demon. Sister Corinne said to herself as the 
candle was tilted and the hot wax permitted to drip right on her pink flesh, that little node at 
the top of her chaste crease that serves only one purpose in the anatomy of the female 
human being, the purpose of causing the female to feel sexual passion upon arousal.

Her flesh was aroused by the heat. Heat generating impulses in her body, unable to be 
controlled by her mind, sent the blood rushing from her heart and brain, her major centers of 
life, and the blood travelled quickly down to her burned and singed womanflesh.

Lord, Lord, please let me endure! Sister Corinne prayed to herself as she felt the strangest 
of feelings inside her matrix.

She felt feelings she had never felt before, feelings she never dared to think about. She 
understood what was happening to her, as she began to stir from the heat.

She understood that she was beginning to feel the most repellent and abhorrent feelings 
inside her violated 'body. She did not understand that she could not hold back from those 
feelings. She began to recite the Lord's prayer over and over, but it was an impossibility to 
prevent those hot flashes of electrifying titillation to overpower her. Without the Divine 
Intervention of the Lord, poor sister Corinne succumbed to the filthy, repugnant torture upon 
her sex organ.

Tingles of titillating fermenting excitement began to swoop over and through ever pore of
her being as she was immobilized upon the cold brick wall.

The little node at the top of her once virtuous furrow became engorged with her blood 
and swelled to thrice its size in a matter of moments. Her brown pubic maiden floss was 
singed and burned off her body by the oppressive heat of the wicked candle, acting in the 
Holy name of God. Oh, what perversity. Oh, what evil incarnations were present that awful 
day!

The pain from her burnt flesh was something that the brave and courageous Sister 
Corinne was able to endure without any show of emotion or fear, but the contortions that it 
had to produce in her beautiful body was something that not even the Holy Mother of God, 
the Virgin Herself could prevent from happening to her.

Oh, what is happening to me? Sister Corinne asked herself as the tingles of sexual arousal 
knew her for the first time in her twenty years.

She clenched her lips and grit her teeth as the all-consuming mysteries of her body were 
now revealed to her.

She now knew lust!

Her head moved from side to side as the flame of the candle was held over her fertile 
crescent and drop after drop of hot wax dripped into and on her most sacred and private of 
womanly parts. Oh, what horrid and sadistical acts were done to the courageous woman to 
bring out her delirious fermenting moisture. Her body tried to control itself as her strong will 
did everything it could to prevent the evidence of her most unnatural arousal from seeping 
out, but drop after drop of her filthy feminine swill oozed out of her orifice and dripped down 
beneath her and they all witnessed it. Still, she tried as hard as she could before letting on that
she was feeling it. Even the wicked Mother Superior was amazed at the will power of Sister 
Corinne, but she knew that it was an inevitable and ineluctable necessity that the dignified 
twenty year old should feel the lust, lust that dwelled not within Sister Corinne, but within the 
candle and the intentions of Mother Superior Armandoza.

Her quiescent fires were brought to the surface. The natural passions of Sister Corinne 
flared. An angel under any other circumstance would have marveled at her virtue. Her face 
reflected this purity. Under any other circumstance, she could have been considered the 
epitome of feminine beauty. To Mother Superior Armandoza and her seduced subjects, her 
face was considered to be ugly, filthy, lecherous: Mother Superior Armandoza leered at her.

"Please, please, take it away," Sister Corinne finally had to beg.

"Are you satisfied that you have the work of the devil contained within your body?" she 
asked, tormenting her further.

But Sister Corinne still would not give in, though she had been whipped, burned and was 
now under the constant arousal of her most fertile region. Her senses somewhat dulled by the
all consuming feelings, Sister Corinne replied, "I am pure."

"Ha, you are pure! Look at you! Look at your face! The devil is speaking from your face. 
Look at your lips, your eyes. You, Sister Corinne are the epitome of pure, unadulterated evil! 
My loyal subjects. Witness her. Bear witness to her face! See the triumph of good over evil. 
Yes, my loyal subjects, the great battle is soon to be history. The devil will soon manifest itself 
all through the body of this evil temptress. She will soon be pleading with me to make her 
flesh to feel even more consumed with lust. I will bring it all out of her. When I am done, Sister
Corinne will realize that she has unwittingly been the tool of the devil!"

"Ohhhhh, I can't help it, ohhhhh, mmmmm, please, take it away, take the heat away from 
me," Sister Corinne pleaded.

The candle was not removed from her as the accumulations of hot wax continued to drip 
on her heavenly womb.

"Witness her filthy nectar dripping out of her as it did with many of you, my young 
subjects!" Mother Superior said triumphantly, intoxicated by her own evil power as she 
pointed out the pulpy drops of Sister Corinne's moisture dripping out of her inflamed 
aperture.

"Why? Why?" Sister Corinne pleaded, asking God why she was succumbing to this evil 
temptation.

"STOP IT!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!!!" Sister Corinne screamed out.

"You must continue to expurgate yourself off all evil desires. You must desire only to serve 
me, Mother Superior Armandoza, and you will no longer feel this temptation. You are too 
proud, Sister Corinne. You must willingly ask me to allow you to humble yourself before me 
and I shall remove the lust that is penetrating your filthy body at this very moment."

Colors of red, hot pink and scarlet flashed through the brain and vision of Sister Corinne as
her unnatural stimulation provoked in her the feelings of lurid sexual passion. Her mouth 
opened and an unmistakable moan Of depraved sexual lust escaped from her throat.

To the others it seemed as if the devil was actually speaking from her lips. They all covered 
their faces with their hands when Sister Corinne began to pant and moan in a most raspy and 
sensuous voice.

To Mother Superior it was a feeling she herself had known many many times. It was a 
feeling she was knowing right then as she held the candle to the anguished agonized virtuous
woman. The Mother Superior felt the despised bloated pride, "Hubris" within her own 
repugnant loins. The feelings of conquest and power consumed the malevolent Mother 
Superior as she looked up at her victim, and emulated her expressions on her own vile face, 
gloating over her victory, seen only by sister Corinne.

"You have been defeated by God who is working his ways though me!" Mother Superior 
Armandoza exclaimed.

"AhhHHHHHHH!! MMMMMM!!!! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Sister Corinne moaned, her senses 
rendered useless by the oppressive heat and the flame on her genitals.

"Look, my loyal followers, she is too consumed by the evil lechery upon her most distorted
face to answer me!!"

"Oh, she is horrible, Mother Superior," said Sister Doe. "Please, please, Mother Superior, 
whip me. Please whip me. I was almost beginning to believe her before!"

"My beautiful child," Mother Superior Armandoza said to Sister Doe in a calm and 
motherly voice, "Your honesty and your desires to serve me and therefore God are recognized.
Your punishment has already taken place by your confession. The rest of you, come up here 
and see how powerless the devil is. Look upon this evil demon that has been possessing the 
body of Sister Corinne. One by one, each of you, tell her to her face that she must submit to 
me!!"

"Submit!" the first little novice cried. One by one all of the girls demanded that Sister 
Corinne submit.

Sister Corinne writhed, her heart wracked with anguish. She looked at the young nuns, as 
they filed past her, each of them making their obscene demand.

Oh God, she said to herself, gritting her teeth, give me courage to withstand this.

"Submit!" she heard hissed at her again.

Sister Corinne moaned.

All eleven of the young nuns filed past the tormented Sister Corinne, looked upon her 
exposed and vulnerable nakedness and her passionate face, and demanded submission from 
her.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhhh, please take it away, mmmmm, yesssssss!!"

The Mother Superior removed the candle from her rich pocket of femininity.

She stepped back.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, please, please, fill me, fill me up, please, please relieve me!"

"See, my loyal subjects. The devil is still at work upon her body. She is now craving for 
carnal fulfilment. This is extreme torture for her, but she will have to endure it. She will have to
plead with me to humble herself and grovel at my feet before she is released. Only then will I 
let her most filthy desires to drift away and vanish like an effervescing fog!"

"Ohhhhh, please, please," Sister Corinne begged.

Her whole bound body was now in the throes of titillating ecstatic lasciviousness. She 
could barely concentrate her thoughts. All she could do was feel, and what she felt was the 
most repellent feelings of her young years. Like a drug, her body needed more and more of 
the cravings that had been induced so unnaturally into her system. Her inflamed triangle of 
fertility had been aroused way beyond the normal point of arousal when a husband and wife 
enter into a necessary cohabitation for the purpose of producing an infant.

The needs of Sister Corinne's body were now enormous due to the heat that had been 
inculcated into her.

She began to wonder why she was feeling like that. I have sinned, she said to herself. Then 
she said it out loud. "I have sinned!!!" screamed the poor, unfortunate beauty. "Why?

Why my God have I been permitted to transgress?"

"My poor dear, you will recover. You have been made an example out of by your master to
show you the errors of your ways. Are you ready to humble yourself before me?"

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, have I been wrong? Have I been wrong?"

"See. View this! Oh, mark her words and view her. She is now beginning to doubt her 
previous beliefs about me!!"

"Please, please, help me, help me God!!!"

"I am trying to help you, Sister Corinne!!!" Her passion upon her at it peak, Sister Corinne 
looked down on the stem figure of Mother Superior Armandoza. "Lord, Lord, please, answer 
me in your own voice, please!!!!"

"The Lord is choosing to speak to you through me, my child. He will not speak to you 
personally, you little wench!!!"

"Are you--Are you really--" Sister Corinne panted, still in the full bloom of her paralyzing, 
lustful state, unable to finish the most horrifying of thoughts as she looked down upon her 
hated rival, thinking now that if this woman is really able to speak to God, then what other 
kinds of sins had Sister Corinne been guilty of. She had cursed Mother Superior, and therefore
she had cursed God, she told herself. But, no, she couldn't be. God would never permit such a 
person to serve him. But then, He works his wonders in mysterious ways, the confused Sister 
Corinne philosophized.

"But I cursed you before in the name of God, Mother Superior," Sister Corinne told her.

"God understands, my child. You were merely confused. You will soon be ready to subject 
yourself to me, will you not?"

"Submit! Submit!!" the others began to chant.

Sister Corinne looked upon Mother Superior Armandoza, her face reflecting passion, and a
plea for mercy and understanding.

"Ohhhhh, help me, help me, please take these repellent feelings from my nubile body, oh 
Mother Superior!!"

"Will you bow before me, on your hands and knees, and obey my commands?"

"Please, please, Mother Superior, tell me once more that the Lord, Out God dwells within 
you," Sister Corinne pleaded, the sweat of her torrential heat oozing out of every pore of her 
body.

"I shall not call upon the name of God any longer. You must acknowledge within yourself 
that God dwells in my pure body, Sister Corinne. You must admit, not to me, but to yourself, 
that I am more pure than you!"

"Ohhhhh, my burning evil body is so consumed by the most wicked heat, Mother Superior.
My once pure genitals are in dire need of being touched. My breasts are craving for the touch 
of another's flesh, a hand to stimulate my nipples. Look, look at my nipples, Mother Superior. 
They are large and red, so luridly obscene, my own body. What is happening to me. My loins 
ache from the need for fulfillment. My mind craves the pleasures of the flesh! Indeed, the devil
has surely been dwelling within me and confusing me all of these years. Please, Mother 
Superior, how can you ever forgive my transgressions?

"Oh, most holy and virtuous Mother Superior, God does speak through your lips. I have 
sinned so disgracefully, beautiful, noble Mother Superior. Please, please allow me to humbly 
kneel and grovel at your worthy feet," Sister Corinne pleaded in the midst of her excruciating 
passion.

Upon hearing that from my maternal great grandmother, your narrator did indeed weep 
heavily upon her old wise bosom. Upon hearing of the agonized submission of that pure and 
innocent servant of Lord to the disciple of the devil, your faithful narrator agonized severely 
over the terrible powers of the evil vixen.

But the repulsive woman had not had her fill from the obeisance of the chaste and 
beautiful virgin. Her insatiable need for power and gloating dominance needed more of an 
acknowledgement from Sister Corinne that the most unholy Mother Superior Armandoza was 
her superior in every way.

"No, my poor child. I will not allow you to grovel before me just yet. The devil still dwells 
within your filthy loins and it will be many weeks before your body is fully cleansed of the evil 
lechery that you now know has infested you."

"Ohhhhh, please rid me of .this feeling, Mother Superior. I beg you to take these repulsive 
feelings of indulgent lust from my flesh. Do to me what ever God tells you to do, oh wise and 
pure Mother."

"Admit to all of us that your were deceived and that your previous words casting 
aspersions upon my authority were the words of an impure and deceitful harlot!!"

"I admit it. I submit to your will, all of my blackened soul, hoping to become righteous, 
great Mother. I had been a harlot and had not known it. I had seen the colors of scarlet and 
crimson when you helped to bring out my most ugly and lurid passions. I confess to having 
sinned. Please, please let it be expurgated from my mind and my body."

"You are acknowledging my superiority to you in every way, Sister Corinne. Speak it!"

"I am but a miserable and filthy harlot, Mother Superior. It is you who are pure and wise. I 
beg your forgiveness. I should be put to death and be forced to spend my eternity upon the 
rack in Hell for what I have done." The beautiful bound naked Sister Corinne had let the 
natural passions of her body be beguiled into thinking that the evil Mother Superior was 
working through God. Like the other unfortunate novice nuns, Sister Corinne was now one of 
the deceived. The passion coursing through her body was ebbing so slowly, but the lingering 
memory that she had contained such ignoble desires within her was something that she 
would never be allowed to forget, especially by Mother Superior Armandoza.

Having tricked Sister Corinne into humbling her beautiful and clean soul to her was still 
not enough for the wicked woman. What she then forced upon Sister Corinne caused your 
truthful narrator to retch when the spry old woman told of the further abuses that were 
inflicted upon her as a youth.

Oh, you who may be reading these anguished words, cry out! Cry out in shame for the 
abnormal and filthy abuses that my poor ancestor was made to suffer!

As the gloating Mother Superior looked up at her conquered and helpless slave, a most 
wicked smile came to her face. She then turned to the eleven other unsuspecting sisters.

"You have all witnessed the power of God within me, my loyal subjects!"

They all bowed down to her in acknowledgement.

"What you see before you in the person of this filthy and most decrepit woman is the 
incarnation of all that is evil. All of us must show that this evil is just that. We must continue to 
inflict our goodness upon her, showing how little and powerless her evil is when faced with 
the virtue of our own pure souls. We must humiliate and conquer the poison that has 
manifested itself within the flesh of this poor creature. All of you, go, go and return with your 
waste basins!!"

The eleven nuns walked to their small rooms to fetch their metal basins they were given to
remove their wastes before the powerful and gloating eyes of the evil Mother.

Alone with Sister Corinne, she looked up at the naked and wounded twenty year old.

"And you said that it will be I who am on my knees," she goaded her. "HA!!"

"I was so wrong, Mother. What you do to me will be taken by me as an act of love from 
you. I love you so!"

The eleven nuns returned with their basins.

"Are you still in need of more lust, Sister Corinne?"

"My flesh is consumed with it, I confess. I will not deny that my womanly parts tingle with 
temptation."

The evil Mother then turned to her eleven subjects. "Fill your basins with your wastes. Fill 
them with your filthy liquid and solid waste matters!!"

All of them lifted their black garments, the only garment they were given to cover their 
nakedness, and they squatted down over their basins. They all, in the eyes of Mother Superior 
Armandoza and in the eyes of Sister Corinne, and in the eyes of God, urinated and defecated 
into their basins.

"Lift up your basins. Form a procession and one by one you will spill your wastes upon this
lecherous harlot and personify the dirt that dwells within her!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much for helping me to see the ways of salvation, Mother 
Superior," Sister Corinne said unwittingly, the joy on her face from the beguiling woman 
apparent.

The eleven sisters lined up and one by one, they hurled their vile wastes upon the naked 
body of Sister Corinne, the hot and most decadent matter getting all over her body, from her 
beautiful face all the way down to her toes.

The stench that permeated her pores and clung to the welts of her flagellations from the 
cursed whip permeated the whole chamber.

"You will thank me and the sisters for doing this to you, Sister Corinne," the perverted 
Mother Superior ordered her.

"I thank God and all of you for helping me to purge this evil," she said and even as she 
spoke the repugnant wastes dripped onto her tongue. Sister Corinne was devastated, but her 
strong will and her passion for serving God let her keep her mind from turning into a spongy 
mass of jelly.

She was left there without being cleaned as the Mother Superior and her charges departed
and went about their normal work chores around the convent.

It was only the next morning when the hungry, and humiliated Sister Corinne was still 
manacled to the brick wall, the filth still clinging to her body that she was given water to wash 
it from her, water that was described as holy by the Mother Superior and was thrown upon 
her in buckets by the eleven other nuns.

Her bowels were allowed relief, finally but only in the eyes of Mother Superior Armandoza 
and the eleven nuns.

However, her torment was still not finished.

"Sister Corinne, the seat of your womanhood has had its protective hairs burned off!" 
Mother Superior announced and with the butt of the whip, she pointed, showing her singed 
and blistered, but hairless womb to the others. "However, you are still in need of punishment 
in order to show that the devil is powerless before me. You are a beautiful woman, Sister 
Corinne. However, the devil can change himself into many pleasing shapes. It is for that 
reason that the brown hair upon your scalp shall be cut off entirely with a sharp blade!!"

"I had never know I was beautiful, Mother Superior. I had never know that my flesh was 
considered to be beautiful, but I understand now. I had though that it was my soul that was 
beautiful, but I know now that I was wrong and the devil has played a horrible game upon my 
person. Yes, please, cut off my hair and make me ugly in person as my soul was before!"

Sister Corinne was taken down from her bondage. She immediately humbled herself 
before Mother Superior, getting on her knees and kissing her feet, a gesture for which she was
roughly kicked in the bridge of her nose for daring to touch the Mother Superior.

All of her hair was removed from her body by a sharp blade. The Mother Superior herself 
performed the horrendous deed, gloating all the while as the servile Sister Corinne thanked 
her. Even her eyebrows were removed along with the soft brown hair that protected her scalp.
The pubic hair under her arms and on her arms and legs was removed.

Hairless and naked, she knelt down and begged God to forgive her transgressions.

Mother Superior Armandoza and her . subjects all walked up to the kneeling, humbled 
bald pated woman and cursed her in the name of God, calling her names that had never been 
spoken in the House of the Lord.

Sister Corinne was not given a black garb to wear, but one of scarlet. She was made to 
wear the garb every moment of every day for a few weeks. The garb did not cover all of her 
flesh, either. Her young, tormented breasts were left exposed, distorted upwards by the tight 
soft satin material for all to see. The reason given for that was that they all would be able to 
witness her shame and humiliation and they would all be able to see if her nipples would 
enlarge and show the evidence of her lust again.

Her small brown nipples that suffixed her supple white breasts remained small and 
untouched by any further lusts as Sister Corinne was finally given a room to pray in.

The shamed and confused young novice knelt in her bare cell. Her bruised body aching, 
her mind unknowing. She repeated the words of the Twenty-third Psalm continually through 
the night, as she tenderly caressed her wounded womanhood. Of these tender strokings, she 
was completely unaware.





CHAPTER FOUR


As the days passed, Sister Corinne's hair was slowly restored to her. The young nuns fulfilled 
their duties in complete obedience to the perverted Mother Superior.

They were made to pray alone in their room for eight hours at a time, on their knees the 
whole time. They were all forced to crawl around on their knees and clean the convent with 
buckets of water and harsh soap. The evil Mother walked about them, looking down on her 
subjects with the swollen pride of a peacock, knowing that anything she demanded from them
she would receive quickly and willingly, even from Sister Corinne..

And she did demand. Not only did she demand their acknowledgement of her superiority 
to them, but she demanded their flesh.

Yes, it is true. The evil woman did demand the flesh of her young and beautiful nuns. There
was no perverted desire that the demented woman did not crave from her young subjects, 
subjects that were the same brand of human beings as her, females all of them.

In the name of God, the nuns willingly gave unto the woman their perfectly untouched 
bodies. Never had the name of God been invoked for such degrading and debasing purposes 
as it was by the Mother Superior of the Convent of the Sisters of The Lord in the town of Fazzi.

She had them all line up, one next to the other on a number of occasions, all wearing their
black garb except for Sister Corinne who still wore her scarlet.

One by one she called off their names and ordered them to disrobe.

Sisters, Fawn, Doe, Mercy, Lalena, Tricia, Muffet, Dagny, Hallie, Avis, Mariel, April and 
Corinne all stood in their flesh before the lewd, gaze of Mother Superior Armandoza.

She had them as a group and she had them as individuals, calling them into her chamber 
to do her bidding and fill her insatiable fervor for female flesh.

Telling them that God works his wonders in mysterious ways that they would never 
understand, she called upon them all to submit to her carnal desires.

The youngest of the Sisters was sixteen year old Muffet. As Sister Corinne stood on line 
and Sister Muffet was called forward, Sister Corinne again had thoughts creep into her head 
of the wickedness of the Mother Superior as she watched Sister Muffet give her young flesh to
Mother Superior Armandoza.

"Mother Superior, I do not mean to question your rightful authority," Sister Corinne began
as she looked at young Sister Muffin laying on the floor, her legs spread apart and a long 
metal rod in the hands of Mother Superior Armandoza.

"Then you shall not question it, Sister Corinne. I have not used the whip upon any of your 
bodies for some time now, but should you become rebellious once more, I will not hesitate to 
use it!" Mother Superior Armandoza reminded her in a stern voice. The hair on her head, just 
starting to grow back a little more, Sister Corinne looked up at Mother Superior from her 
kneeling position.

"Oh, forgive me, Mother Superior, please forgive me, but Sister Muffet has not yet 
flowered. Her body, as you can see is still the body of a mere child. Is it wise to do to this child
what you do to those of us who have already had the misfortune to spill our womanly blood?"

They all saw the forked tongue of Mother Superior Armandoza come out of her mouth 
and lick her lips upon those words from the brave Sister Corinne, but they all could not permit
themselves to think that it was a sign of lust from the "holy" virgin Mother. "You shall be 
taught, Sister Corinne the error of your ways. This shall be the one and only time that you will 
be permitted to question me without being punished by the whip. We can all see that the 
devil still has not completely departed from your essence, Sister Corinne, but your question 
shall be answered, nevertheless."

"I beg forgiveness, Mother Superior Armandoza for having spoken out of turn."

The evil Mother looked down at the supine body of Sister Muffet and bid her rise.

Sister Muffet faced the other Sisters.

Standing behind the youngest of the twelve Sisters, Mother Superior put her hands upon 
the shoulders of the diminutive Sister Muffet. The heat from Sister Muffet's small, unclothed 
unfertilized body touched the Mother Superior.

"Sister Muffet, it has been said that you are but a child! Defend yourself!"

The youngest of the Sisters turned her auburn tressed head up to Mother Superior and 
smiled at her before turning to the other disrobed Sisters whom she faced. She especially 
looked upon the person of Sister Corinne as she spoke.

"We are all children, Sisters," Sister Muffin said in her still child-like squeak of a voice. Like 
a little cherub, carefree and committed only to the service of The Lord, she spoke.

"Oh, it is true that I have yet to flower as you all have. As you can plainly witness my 
beautiful Sisters, I have not the breasts that you have," she said and she pointed to her white 
chest.

The disgusting and most malevolent tongue of Mother Superior Armandoza had already 
infiltrated the soul of the young sixteen year old.

"As you can plainly witness, my beautiful sisters, my nipples are still tiny and unflowered," 
and she pointed and touched herself of where she spoke. She looked down the length of her 
thin little body, guiding the eyes of the other holy women with her. "As you can plainly 
witness, my beautiful Sisters, my own womanhood is not yet upon me. I need not the 
protective woman hairs that all of you do have and need, Sister Corinne included," and the 
youngest of the Sisters looked upon the nakedness of her eleven Sisters. "As you can all 
plainly witness, my beautiful Sisters, I am still awaiting the first seepage of unwanted blood 
from my womb," and with those words Sister Muffet did indeed touch her unflowered little 
crease and reveal the pink flesh inside her to all of the others and the Mother Superior who 
squeezed her shoulders tight and walked to the front of the youngest of the Sisters in order to
view the pink and most raw flesh of the little virgin.

"Perhaps I shall never flower, most beautiful Mother? I pray for such a miracle," the little 
virgin asked in a voice like a young sparrow and she got to her knees and bowed before the 
glaringly lewd eyes.

"It shall not be your sin, dear sweet little Sister Muffet if you do flower. Rise and continue 
your defense, innocent daughter of mine."

"Should I flower, and should I manifest the wretched traits of femininity that you all have, 
my beautiful Sisters, I will continue to fight the impulses that the devil has planted within my 
body as I do now. Yes, Sister Corinne, I am a child, but you and all of you other beautiful 
sisters are children too and we must all use the powers that God has given us and the powers 
that the most beautiful Mother Superior has taught us to fight the most abhorred tingles of 
lust that dwell within our genitals and we must all fight to keep them dormant. We must all 
fight to keep those ugly passions that Sister Corinne has shown us with the deepest and most 
harmless places of our bodies before the ugly serpent of carnal pleasure rears its many heads 
and consumes our loins completely," the little virgin spoke.

They all listened to her unsmiling, but showing Sister Muffet how agreeable they were to 
her wise words by the slight nods of their heads, Sister Corinne included.

"Oh, dear, dear child, that was God speaking through you. God spoke to me as you were 
speaking, beautiful Sister Muffet. He told me to plant a kiss upon your lips from him, Sister 
Muffet. I shall kiss you upon your sweet, tender lips and it shall be the most holy of kisses, a 
kiss from the Lord God Himself!"

"My soul will be eternally grateful, most beautiful Mother Superior. I wish to cry tears of 
joy for such rewards, rewards that I truly do not deserve."

"Cry, my child. Cry your pure little heart away, sweet Sister Muffet, but do not think that 
you have not deserved your reward. He would not choose to reward you if you did not 
deserve it."

With that, the kneeling little girl poured forth tears of happiness and joy before the 
demented Mother Superior and the eleven others who began to cry with her, feeling the 
happiness that the sixteen year old cherubim was feeling, a feeling that was instilled in her 
confused mind by the beguiling evil of Mother Superior Armandoza.

Her tears ended, Sister Muffet was given a velvet chair, coated in scarlet to stand upon.

"As you are aware, Sister Muffet, I cannot kneel to kiss you, so you must be elevated in 
order to meet my lips with your lips," Mother Superior Armandoza told her and she believed it
as did all of the others, including Sister Corinne.

With that, the evil woman puckered her lips, and the dastardly criminal act was carried out 
in the house of The Lord.

The youngest of the Sisters, standing naked, touched the lips of the depraved woman with
her own little puckered red lips. They remained together not for an instant, but for a time that 
was long enough to give the ugly woman the lustful pleasure of the innocent little girl. And 
not only did their lips meet and touch, but the serpent-like tongue of the Mother Superior 
slithered out of her filthy mouth and caressed the innocent lips of Sister Muffet, forcing the 
unknowing Lilliputian Sister of The Lord to have her own lips now contaminated by the stench
that emanated from the lusting mouth of the Mother Superior.

Upon feeling the stinging, slimy tongue of the evil woman upon her Ups, wiping her dirt 
all over the tiny Sister, Sister Muffet was forced to assume that the passion she was feeling 
was the passion of The Lord God upon her as the knowledgeable Mother Superior knew she 
would.

The passionate moan that escaped from the lips of Mother Superior Armandoza while 
wiping her filthy tongue upon the little girl was not unnoticed by the sisters, but of course, 
their minds found reasons to justify such an abhorrent act of decadence.

The grimy hands of the Mother Superior embraced the naked body of Sister Muffet and 
began to caress her, taking her soul into hers and rendering the immature Sister into a 
helpless state of passion. Her narrow, undeveloped fundament was squeezed and touched all 
over by the naked fingers and hands of the repulsive old woman. Still squeezing the little 
fundament of the youngest of the Sisters, a fundament so narrow, both of her nates could just
about fit into the outstretched palm of the degenerate woman, Mother Superior removed her 
lips from Sister Muffet for a moment in order to speak with her twisted tongue and further 
warp the mind of the once pure-child.

"This is the kiss of God, beautiful precious Sister Muffet. Let out your little tongue and 
touch it to my own pure tongue. Receive the full and most beautiful kiss of God upon you," 
she whispered to Sister Muffet in a voice filled with her steaming and filthy concupiscence.

The eleven other Sisters stood by in a single line, still unclothed and witnessed the 
demonic sin with innocence in their hearts but a most voyeuristic feeling in their bodies.

Sister Muffet gladly let her little pink tongue out of her mouth and touched it to the tip of 
the flickering serpent before her, receiving the gross pleasure such an act must produce, and a
pleasure received and given in the name of Jesus Christ!

Their tongues flitted to and fro, forcing tingles upon each other, consuming the two of 
them with the sickening and intoxicating fury of red-heat. Their lips met again as their mouths
were opened and their tongues entered into the hot mouth of the other female, licking their 
palates, the insides of their cheeks, and their gums, tasting the repulsive exudations inside 
their moist and hot mouths. Their tongues intertwined and their hot breaths flowed out of 
their flared nostrils as the horrid Mother Superior caressed the un flowered flesh of the tiny 
Sister Muffet. Her naked hands roamed all over the flesh of Sister Muffet, into the little space 
that divided her two nates and touched the immature hollow of her groin, squeezing her lean 
upper thighs, sticking her fingers into the crease of her plump little hillock and tweaking her 
and rubbing her and making the immature sap of Sister Muffet seep out of her aroused cleft.

Realizing that she was in a euphoric state, Sister Muffet looked into the searing and dilated
eyes of her beguiler with a quizzical arch on her light orange eyebrows.

Removing her mouth, but not her hands from the unsuspecting child, Mother Superior 
asked her what was wrong.

"I--I feel strange, Mother Superior," she murmured, her own voice surprising her by the 
raspy quality of it.

"The touch of God should surprise you, sweet little Sister Muffet, for you have never felt it 
before."

With that, Sister Muffet looked down upon her body, her head filled with scarlet coated 
thoughts and meekly apologized to the Mother Superior for questioning her, whereupon her 
mouth was again covered by the mouth of the deranged woman and her palate licked by the 
serpent's tongue.

Her tight, puffy little hairless cranny received further stimulation by the knowing fingers 
and more and more of her pungent pulp oozed from it, sending the ecstatic child into a 
hysterical delirium of ravenous sexual fervor, the cause of which was still unbeknownst to her.

Finally, while the evil mother was having her fill of the young female flesh, gratifying her 
base desires to the filthy pith of her disgusting womanhood, she released Sister Muffet from 
her grip and deposited the tiny nun on the floor, whereupon she dropped to her knees, her 
face the face of besotted philtering lechery and looked up gratefully.

Sister Muffet, on her knees and in the throes of passion, unknowingly thinking that the 
touch of God was upon her, looked up so gratefully to the towering figure of the Mother 
Superior. Dressed in her full black robe, her head covered with the pointed hood and a large 
golden cross hanging on her chest, the Mother Superior looked with an imperious gaze at her
subjects. Her cold hard eyes met the eyes of Sister Corinne. Immediately, Sister Corinne 
averted her deep brown eyes from the stout pretender of kinship with The Lord. Whereas 
before, Sister Corinne would avert her eyes from no mortal, she now felt compelled to dwell 
on her naked toes, a motion that caused Mother Superior Armandoza to beam with pride.

"Sister Corinne!" Mother Superior Armandoza called, singling her out from the group of 
the disrobed Sisters. "You did question what I was about to do to Sister Muffet. Look at the 
child!" The Mother Superior pointed to the little nun humbling herself on her knees and she 
was looked upon by them all. "You have actually done Sister Muffet a great service, for if you 
had not questioned the purpose of touching an unflowered child, Sister Muffet would not 
have been kissed by God!"

"Perhaps God may be working within my soul again, beautiful Mother Superior."

Sister Corinne looked at Sister Muffet and saw her face. She saw that the young, freckled 
face of the littlest of the Sisters appeared to exhibit the same kind of lust that she herself had 
felt when the candle was put to her. A look of confusion and perplexion came to Sister 
Corinne's face.

"What causes the raising of your hairless forehead, Sister Corinne?" Mother Superior 
Armandoza asked, taking every opportunity she could to let Sister Corinne be aware of the 
condition of her appearance.

"Oh Mother Superior, I am greatly confused. I--think that I see on the face of Sister Muffet 
the look of--of oh, Mother Superior Armandoza, I do need to have my thoughts amended. 
The devil must still be dwelling within me," Sister Corinne sobbed.

"It is good, Sister Corinne that you can recognize the devils lurking within your mind now,"
the Mother Superior answered her and then turned to the other Sifters. "Sister Corinne was 
about to say that she believed that the Kiss of God caused your unflowered Sister Muffet to 
feel lust!"

The ten other Sisters all put their hands to their mouths in horror and stepped away from 
the distraught Sister Corinne. Sister Muffet said nothing. She remained on her knees, her hot 
little body still consumed with the disgusting lust that had been inflicted upon her by the 
wicked Mother.

"Your Sister as you see here humbling herself before me could not possibly feel lust from 
the Kiss of God, as you all know. For, if she had felt such a despicable thing, her skin would be 
peeled off of her body and she would be made to walk around in her underflesh until she 
withered away!" the perverted mind of the Mother Superior announced to them all including 
Sister Muffet.

Then she looked down at the small auburn-haired nun. "Sister Muffet!!" she bellowed.

"Yes, Mother Superior?" she asked, her voice showing her fear from that punishment that 
had been described to her in addition to the passion she was feeling, a passion that made her 
curious as to why her genitals were feeling so filled with the abhorred pleasure.

"Rise and tell Sister Corinne what you feel!"

Sister Muffet got to her feet. She swaggered. "Sister Corinne, I am sure that Mother 
Superior must have a good reason for acknowledging your most filthy question, and it is not 
for me to question the beautiful Mother. What I am feeling now cannot possibly be anything 
what you have felt when you exhibited your filthy mind to all of us," Sister Muffet said, 
pausing to wait for her breath to return to her. "What I feel now, Sister Corinne is the most 
beautiful of feelings imaginable. It cannot even be described sufficiently by a mere female 
mortal such as I. My breath is taken from me, the Kiss of God, as manifested in the beautiful 
lips and most beautiful touch of the Mother was so perfect."

"You are an excellent sister, Sister Muffet. However, you should not feel any hatred for 
Sister Corinne. Along with the shame and scorn that we have all felt for your Sister, we must 
all also feel pity for her! Come here, my child and kneel for me," Sister Corinne was told.

Kneel for you, or for God, Sister Corinne said to herself, but her confused mind could not 
permit her to say such a thing out loud and she did kneel as she was told.

"Sister Corinne, you may rise. Sister Muffet, you and Sister Corinne will face each other!"

They did.

"Sister Muffet, with your most pure lips, lips that have been kissed by God, you will show 
Sister Corinne that she is loved by us all and that we all want so much for her to cast the evil 
thoughts from her mind. Put your lips to the lips of Sister Corinne, Sister Muffet and meet 
her!!"

It was done.

The pink lips of the two Sisters met and touched as they faced each other and their eyes 
looked into the eyes of the other and they both saw the lust that dwelled within them. They 
both saw as they kissed that they were no different from the other, but neither of them could 
yet speak of that to the Mother Superior. Their fear that they were both committing sin as 
their lips' met and absorbed the moist essences of their sensuous pinkness was something 
that they both knew that they would have to keep within their own being.

They kissed until they were commanded to stop by the Mother Superior. Their sweet 
caress of their lips lasted the two of them long enough to make them realize the lust that they
felt. They then, upon command stepped back from each other.

But the warped Mother Superior had not had her fill of torturing the Sisters. Her greed, 
which would come to do her in at the end still craved the excitement of her terrible abuse of 
her authority.

"Sister Corinne, what you are feeling now is not what you have felt previously. Confirm it!"

"I--I need guidance, beautiful Mother Superior," Sister Corinne murmured, unable to look 
Sister Muffet or the Mother in the face.

"Sister Corinne, you shall receive guidance. What you have just done now is distort the 
pure mind of Sister Muffet. What you have just done is cause the youngest of your Sisters to 
question God!" the Mother Superior yelled in a dreadful voice and murmurs of horror came 
from the lips of the other ten Sisters.

"Sister Muffet. You need not speak. The filth that lurks within the mind of Sister Corinne is 
still very imbedded into her. Sister Muffet, you will walk up to Sister Corinne once more. Sister 
Corinne, you will walk up to Sister Muffet once more!!"

They did and stood within an inch of each other. Sister Corinne stood a head higher than 
Sister Muffet and Sister Muffet was ordered to look into the eyes of Sister Corinne again and 
curse her.

Again, words that do not belong in any civilized house were spoken in the house of the 
Lord.

"Fock! Fock on your filthy eyes and mind. Fock on your filthy flesh, Sister Corinne," Sister 
Muffet screamed into her ear.

Sister Corinne wept. She humbled herself before Sister Muffet and begged forgiveness and
then to the Mother Superior.

"Sister Corinne, you will bring out the Filth that you have instilled upon this unknowing 
child. You will save her from what you have put upon her, Sister Corinne!!"

"Thank you, oh beautiful Mother, for granting me this opportunity. I pray that I can still be 
salvaged."

They were both made to rise again.

"Look upon the body of Sister Muffet, Sister Corinne!"

That she did, and without question. She let her eyes roam all over the naked body of Sister
Muffet as she was instructed.

"It was you, Sister Corinne who saw with your eyes first that Sister Muffet had not 
flowered. You looked, you saw and you dwelled upon her flesh. Now, you are forced to do it in
the name of God!!"

Sister Corinne said nothing. My eyes cannot choose but to see, she said to herself, but 
again, her fear of Mother Superior Armandoza, and her fear of God caused her to keep her 
thoughts to her own person.

"Sister Muffet. You will not be contaminated any longer beyond this day by the slime that 
Sister Corinne has put upon you. You will let her touch your flesh and bring out your passions 
so they may never return again! Will you, Sister Muffet allow her to touch your flesh?"

"My flesh shall be touched by her if God so commands!"

"I so command it! Sister Corinne, with your hands you will find the nipples of Sister 
Muffet!" the wretched beast told Sister Corinne.

Sister Corinne put her hands on the tiny pale pink dots of the unflowered nun. She was 
commanded to run her fingers over the white body of Sister Muffet.

And she did. She let the tips of her delicate fingers run up and down the chest of Sister 
Muffet, a chest so young it was as flat as her lean belly.

To further humiliate Sister Corinne, she was left to her own devices to bring out the 
passions of Sister Muffet, receiving no further command from the Mother Superior other than 
to bring out the passions of the contaminated Sister.

Sister Corinne looked upon her own body. She looked at her two mature white breasts, 
breasts so supple and as ample as apples. Sister Corinne put one hand upon her own breast, 
and she did touch herself as they all watched her. Sister Corinne let her deft and most delicate
finger roam to her nipple, a nipple so smooth and round and pink from her womanly 
maturation. And she did tweak her own nipple, an act for which she had previously refused 
and was put upon for refusing. And now, left to her own devices to bring out the passion from
the youngest nun, she knew herself. She knew now how to bring out her own passion, a lust 
and most horrid lechery that she forced upon herself to feel in order to inflict it upon Sister 
Muffet. Sister Muffet stood straight and tall as she was touched by Sister Corinne. With her left
hand upon her own nipple, Sister Corinne put her right hand on the un flowered nipple of the 
sixteen year old, and at the same instant, she did tweak them both.

Sister Corinne looked into the eyes of Sister Muffet. They remained unmoved by the touch.

"I cannot bring out the passions of Sister Muffet, Mother Superior. Perhaps my own 
passions have departed from me."

"I put it to you, Sister Corinne, that you are lying a most deceitful lie. You will not help 
Sister Muffet rid herself of your stench by lying and refusing to bring out the lechery' that you 
have inculcated into her. I will not tell you, nor can I tell you what devices to use upon her 
flesh. You will search your own mind, your own flesh and you will discern yourself what you 
must do to her!!"

"Ohhhhh, please, Mother Superior, my mind is so troubled by what I am asked to do. 
Please, please give me guidance and let me know that what I am about to do is being done in 
the name of God!!"

"Sister Corinne, you shall defy me no longer. You will do as you have been told. It is being 
done in the name of God because I have told you it is. In three days hence, you will come to 
my chamber and you will receive the guidance that you need. Until then you will do as you are
instructed by myself now. When you have brought out the passions from your sweet little 
Sister, you will go to your room, remain there for three days, eating nothing, drinking only 
from a bowl of water and you will think. You will think the reasons into your filthy mind and 
your blackened soul why you are made to do what you are doing. You will think the reasons 
into your mind that what I am instructing you to do are the most noble and most good 
reasons under the Heavens. You will think it into your mind, Sister Corinne, that what I have 
put upon you was done only for the most noblest of purposes and you will think of nothing 
else but that. Then, Sister Corinne, and only then will you receive my own personal guidance!!"

Sister Corinne fell to her knees and again humbled herself to the beguiling serpent who 
gloated over her victory and "allowed" Sister Corinne to lick with her tongue the bottom of 
her boot.

Then, left to her own devices, Sister Corinne was made to bring out the passions from the 
flesh of Sister Muffet.

First, Sister Corinne had to inspect her own flesh and seek where her own passion dwelled.
She used her fingers to search her whole sleekly built body.

It was natural that she should find where her centers of lust were if she searched for them 
with the determination that was forced upon her.

And she found those centers of lust where they should be. Before the Holy Sisters of The 
Lord and the warped Mother Superior, Sister Corinne's fingers crept into the moist seat of her 
womanhood, a seat that still was blistered from the flame that was put upon her, a seat that 
was still left unprotected by the hairs that had been so unnaturally removed from her.

Finding within her fertile crescent spots where her passion could be made even greater, 
she began to rub and tweak and caress with her own delicate fingers. She caused upon herself
under the misguided direction of the filthy Mother Superior Armandoza a most ugly smile to 
emerge upon her once beautiful face as it had when she was tortured.

Then, sinking to her knees, still caressing the inside of her aperture, and forcing her 
piquant verjuice to seep, Sister Corinne crawled over to Sister Muffet and did the same to her 
that she had done to herself.

It did not take Sister Muffet very long before she too was again feeling the burning desires
of the flesh.

Sister Corinne's fingers found their way to the pulpy crease of the physically immature 
Sister Muffet and she inserted those fingers into her now impure womb.

Sister Muffet was tweaked by Sister Corinne inside the seam of her clenched crease and 
Sister Muffet's face was consumed with the same cravings of lust that befell Sister Corinne.

Sister Corinne saw that the face of Sister Muffet was no different than it was when she was 
stimulated by the Mother Superior in the name of God. All of the other Sisters saw that on 
her, also. Sister Muffet felt no different from the stimulation by Sister Corinne than she had by 
the stimulation by Mother Superior Armandoza.

But it was love and perfect goodness when it was done by the Mother Superior and it was 
slime, filth, and lust when it was done by Sister Corinne.

That was what they were told by the Mother Superior and that was what they believed, for 
if they did not believe that, they all knew that they would have their skin slowly peeled from 
them and made to walk around in their underflesh until they could no longer breath and upon
that, they would be taken by the devil for all of eternity.

Sister Muffet, upon recovering from her passion was made to say what the differences 
were between the stimulations of the Mother Superior and Sister Corinne, saying the words 
that the Mother Superior had told her to say via her suggestions.

Having been made to feel passion and produce passion in the flesh of an innocent and 
pure virgin, Sister Corinne was to her room sent and given the small bowl of water that would 
keep her for the next three days.





CHAPTER FIVE


Three days after, still wearing her scarlet corset of the harlot, Sister Corinne was summoned to 
the private chamber of the Mother Superior.

The Mother Superior sat in a soft and comfortable chair when Sister Corinne entered.

"Kneel, Sister Corinne," were the first words that were spoken to her.

Sister Corinne knelt on the smooth floor of the large and luxurious private chamber of 
Mother Superior Armandoza.

"You have thought, Sister Corinne, into your head, that you have no desires to defy my 
authority any longer?" Mother Superior Armandoza asked her. She remained seated in her 
embroidered and upholstered chair as she looked down upon the kneeling figure of Sister 
Corinne.

"Oh, Mother Superior, many, many thoughts were thought by me the past few days," 
Sister Corinne began, the weakened state of her flesh evident in her voice. The nourishment 
that was denied her for three consecutive days weakened the beautiful Sister, but her courage
and her will power enabled her to dwell only on her inner strengths and not upon her 
weaknesses.

"Then you do not need any guidance, Sister Corinne if you thought as you were instructed.
You may leave now."

Still kneeling, Sister Corinne looked up at Mother Superior Armandoza. She did not leave. 
"But, oh beautiful Mother Superior. I am in an even greater need of your divine guidance than 
I was before I entered my room three days ago."

A smile, a most wicked smile came to the face of the evil Mother. No, she was filled with a 
great surge of evil power when her ears heard that Sister Corinne was still not quite ready to 
accept her word completely. No, the evil Mother Armandoza wanted, yes, she actually wanted 
Sister Corinne to continue to doubt her kinship with God, just so she could take further filthy 
pleasure from tormenting her even more than she had been.

For the evil and decadent Mother Superior had eleven other young and beautiful novices. 
Sister Corinne was not able to understand that she was being made sport of. The evil nun 
gloated over Sister Corinne's resistance to her domination.

"Then you have questions you wish to ask of me, Sister Corinne?"

"Many," replied the kneeling twenty year old. "I am filled with unwanted doubt about--the 
uh... "

"Hush, hush," Sister Corinne," she was interrupted in the middle of her first question. "You 
were not yet given permission to ask me your questions yet. It is I who have many questions 
to ask of you. Sister Corinne, your Sisters are at work and are not in need of my instructions 
for some time. You will remain in my chamber for a time. We will talk together. We will talk 
about many things. You will have all of your questions answered by the time you are allowed 
to leave my chamber."

"Most gracious Mother Superior, your kindness is tempered only by your great love and 
your beauty," Sister Corinne began. She was not yet ready to challenge the high authority of 
the Mother Superior directly and still had doubts that she may not be as evil as some of her 
thoughts told her she was.

"You called me that, Sister Corinne. I put to you this question. What else am I?"

"You, Mother Superior are the representative of God. You are my instructor!"

"That we know. What else am I?"

"You are divine and wise, beautiful Mother."

"That we know, too, Sister Corinne. what else am I?"

Sister Corinne looked up at her from her kneeling position, a little bewildered at this form 
of questioning. "You, Mother Superior are all good things that are."

"You know me well, Sister Corinne. But let me ask you this, then. Am I not a woman, a 
female woman like yourself?"

"Yes, you are a female woman, Mother Superior, but you are not like myself, of course. My 
own self cannot possibly be compared to you. I dare not presume that I am worthy to be 
compared to you, most beautiful of women. For within my soul, there is evil."

"There is no evil in my soul, Sister Corinne.

True?"

"I pray that it is true."

"You pray? You do not know that in your own heart as surely as you know that you 
breathe?"

"That is why I need such guidance, beautiful Mother. I tried and tried to think that thought
into my head, but some of the events that--"

"Silence!"

"Yes, beautiful Mother."

That same ugly smile creased the lips of the wretched woman again. "I will talk with you of 
that later. Perhaps that question will be answered in the course of our discussion, Sister 
Corinne. Believe me please when I tell you that I know of what you are thinking about my 
person."

"I am grateful for your time and your understanding, beautiful Mother."

"You acknowledge the fact that I am a woman, Sister Corinne, although not a woman like 
you?"

"Yes, of course I acknowledge that, wise servant of The Lord."

"Excellent, Sister Corinne. Let me put to you this question. Do you think I am the kind of a 
woman who has flesh? The kind of a woman who can feel pain the way that you do? Do you 
think that I am the kind of a woman that must put her eyes closed every night to regain her 
strength for the next day? Do you think, Sister Corinne, that I am the kind of a woman who 
must need to relieve my own bodily wastes?"

"Beautiful Mother, even the Son himself was a man."

"Good, Sister Corinne, for I am a woman, too. There are times that I feel tired from the 
work that I do, yet my work cannot stop. Did you know, Sister Corinne that even a pure and 
holy woman like myself can feel what it is like to be tired?" the evil Mother asked as she 
reclined in her chair.

"I--I understand, that you can feel what you speak of, Mother Superior."

"Sister Corinne, at this very moment, although you may not be aware of it, such a feeling is
upon me. I will speak to you as a woman, Sister Corinne. I have walked the fields all day, Sister 
Corinne. My feet are calloused and sore," the evil Mother Superior said to Sister Corinne.

"I am feeling your pain, beautiful Mother. I weep inside that you are in need of rest. 
Perhaps I can return when you are strong again, most beautiful Mother?"

"No, you shall remain, Sister Corinne. I gave to you my word that you will receive guidance
from me, and I cannot break my word. You do not consider me to be a tool of the devil for 
speaking to you as a woman, Sister Corinne?"

"Oh, most beautiful Mother. I am most honored that you would confide to my unworthy 
person. I shall hold your most esteemed confidence within my heart and treasure it always."

"Sister Corinne. As I have said, my feet are tired and they are sore. I need you, Sister 
Corinne, to rub my feet for me. Will you come to me and do that?"

"Oh, my most beautiful Mother. I would consider that to be the greatest honor of my 
twenty years."

"Come to me then."

Sister Corinne looked up from where she knelt and she rose, about to walk the ten paces 
to the chair where the perverted Mother sat.

"Sister Corinne. You were not given permission to rise. You get to your hands and knees 
again and crawl to me."

"Thank you, beautiful Mother," Sister Corinne said and did just that. Kneeling now under 
the feet of the Mother Superior, Sister Corinne hesitated and looked from the black boots of 
the black garbed Mother Superior up to the blackened soul in her eyes.

"Untie the laces of my boots, Sister Corinne."

Sister Corinne took the boot of the Mother Superior in her hand and began to untie the 
black lace, but Mother Superior Armandoza felt a greater need to have Sister Corinne humble 
herself even more.

"Wait, Sister Corinne. You see, I am tired. This cannot be done the way you are doing it. 
You are dressed in the garb of a harlot and to have a harlot do this for me cannot be."

The Mother Superior controlled the lecherous smile that she felt creep upon her lips as she
looked down at Sister Corinne. She continued her most perverse act of gratifying herself from 
the shame of Sister Corinne.

"Sister Corinne, although you have exhibited many of the tendencies that are associated 
with harlots, I do not like to have you in my chamber wearing the scarlet you are rightly 
required to wear. I also think that for you to do such a honored thing as to soothe my tired 
feet, your kneeling position keeps you too high from the floor where you rightly belong. 
Therefore, I shall have to command you to remove your garb and lay on your belly like a 
worm when you are permitted to sooth my feet! Do this now, Sister Corinne."

"Oh beautiful Mother Superior, it is things like this that have caused my mind to feel so 
confused about your intentions, most beautiful Mother," Sister Corinne told her and awaited a
reply, a reply that took some time for the evil Mother to give Sister Corinne, taking a most 
perverse pleasure in making her to wait.

"I have told you, Sister Corinne, that I understand you troubled thoughts and that you will 
have them all cleared by the time you are ready to leave. I speak to you now as a woman, 
Sister Corinne, and not as a representative of the Lord. I have not raised my voice to you yet, 
Sister Corinne, and I hope that you do not give me reason to do so. You will carry out 
everything that you are told to do, and carry it out to the letter. Do not question any 
command that you are given," the Mother Superior told Sister Corinne in her most phony of 
sweet and calm voices.

Sister Corinne hesitated, thinking that if the Mother Superior was talking to her as a 
woman, and not as a representative of The Lord at this time, than she would be bowing and 
serving just another woman, and would be performing no service to the Lord. However, Sister 
Corinne's confused thoughts, made that way by the forked tongue of the Mother Superior 
caused her to think that she should find a reason that would make what the Mother does to 
her seem good. Sister Corinne said to herself that if she helps to soothe the feet of this 
woman, then she is helping the Lord, for she does indeed work for The Lord, and if her feet 
are soothed, then The Lord will be able to be served even better.

Sister Corinne removed her scarlet garb and was naked once more under the lechering 
gaze of the evil Mother Superior. She did as the Mother instructed her and got down on her 
belly like a worm.

Mother Superior was still not satisfied. She wanted to do everything she could to make 
Sister Corinne feel shame and make her go against everything that she believed to be good 
and righteous.

"Sister Corinne, before I allow you to remove my boot, I see now that this position you are 
in is not the best. You need to show me that you are humbling yourself for me even more 
than this. You will look to the side and you will see my whip on the table. Do not feel fear, 
Sister Corinne. I will not whip you. I see that your flesh is healing and I do not wish to cause 
you any more pain, that is, unless you cause me to cause you that pain, Sister Corinne. You will
crawl over to the table and fetch my whip and bring it to me."

Sister Corinne did not resist that command albeit she did think about doing so. She got 
back to her knees and began to crawl.

"On your belly you will crawl, Sister Corinne," she was told, stripping even more of her 
dignity away as she squirmed on the floor like a snake, her naked body visible to the wicked 
Mother. Her flesh was made to feel the smooth covering of the floor as she slithered and 
fetched the whip for Mother Superior Armandoza.

Mother Superior Armandoza took the whip from her. She put the bottom of her boot on 
Sister Corinne's unresisting head and rested her feet upon her for a few moments and looked 
at her flesh from her back. Her lechering eyes traveled all over the sweet curves of Sister 
Corinne's developed female body, and upon burning her eyes into the round valentine 
shaped fundament of Sister Corinne, rising high from the incurvature of her spine like a 
perfect white heart, the evil tongue of the Mother Superior was let out of her mouth and with 
only lust and lechery in her heart, she wiped her lips with that tongue in expectation.

"Oh, Sister Corinne. I am indeed tired. As one woman to another woman, Sister Corinne, I 
must tell you that I am appreciative of your services. However, even though we are both 
women, I am a much better woman than you. Am I not?" she asked her, her boots still resting 
on the head and neck of the naked prostrate beauty.

"It is true, I believe, Mother Superior, that as a woman you are better than me. I wonder if I
can ask you yet why I am being treated in this most undignified manner, oh beautiful 
Mother?" Sister Corinne said, her lips speaking to the floor beneath her.

"No, you may not ask that question yet, Sister Corinne. I shall not even call you 'Sister' for 
now you are not a sister, but a woman. Corinne, you are ready to reveal your most personal 
and intimate thoughts to me whenever I ask you, are you not?"

"Oh, most assuredly so, beautiful Mother Superior."

"And you are ready to reveal to me the most intimate and personal parts of your flesh so I 
can inspect them for impurities whenever I choose. Are you not?"

"Most assuredly so, wise and beautiful Mother."

"With your hands, then, you will reach behind you and you will spread apart your 
fundament, Corinne. Do this now."

Sister Corinne did so. The tiny pink hole from where her solid waste matter is let out was 
revealed to the peering eyes of the Mother Superior.

The evil woman then leaned over Sister Corinne. "Raise up your fundament some, Sister 
Corinne. I choose to put the butt of my whip into it while you sooth my feet."

"I can see no reason why I must bear this indignity, as one woman to another woman, but 
I will not presume to question your reasons for subjecting me to this, beautiful Mother 
Superior. Am I still to refer to you as Mother Superior while we speak as women?"

"You may refer to me by my name as a woman, Corinne, but you shall add the epithets 
that for such a woman as I before my name. And, Corinne, you are right in not daring to 
presume that you can question my actions. Do not question them to me, but question them 
to yourself while you carry them out."

"Yes, my lovely Armandoza."

"You still consider this a great honor, Corinne, being given the privilege of entering my 
private chamber?"

"Most assuredly so, kind and thoughtful Armandoza," Sister Corinne said as she raised up 
her spread open fundament and allowed the wicked woman to roughly shove the butt of the 
whip into her in a most unnatural and awkward position.

"You do not feel foolish like this, Corinne?"

"I feel terribly foolish, wonderful woman Armandoza."

"Then you must be a fool for allowing another woman do this to you. Are you not a fool, 
Corinne?"

Sister Corinne hesitated. She forced herself to think that whatever reason this was being 
done to her, it must somehow be a noble and good reason, a reason that would help to serve 
The Lord, albeit she could think of no such reason of how this shame upon her person would 
help The Lord. I must be foolish then if I cannot see the good in this, she said to herself.

"Perhaps I am a fool, lovely woman Armandoza."

"Oh it does not matter. Now you may untie my boots and remove them. Oh, my feet ache 
so, Corinne."

Although Sister Corinne had not eaten for three days and was weak and tired herself, she 
lay on her belly, the butt of the whip imbedded into the little hole of her beautiful fundament, 
causing her even more discomfort and shame, and she began to untie the laces of the bloated
woman's boots.

Her black garb hung all the way down to her boots and Sister Corinne, while untying the 
top laces of the boots saw the foot of Armandoza above her boot and the ugly foot was not 
covered underneath her garb.

"From one woman to another woman, Corinne, do you know that the covering of your 
soul, your flesh, I mean, is considered by those outside the convent to be a most beautiful 
covering?"

Still untying the laces of her boots, now on the second boot, Sister Corinne answered the 
question. "I did not know that, lovely woman Armandoza. From the time that I was old 
enough to know that I was able to think, my flesh has been covered as I readied myself to 
serve God."

"Well, now you know that your flesh is considered to be beautiful flesh, Corinne. That does
not flatter you, does it?"

"If you tell that to me, lovely woman Armandoza, I feel honored and remain confused. I 
have never spoken of my flesh before and have never had any desire to," Sister Corinne said 
as she finished untying the laces and looked up at the wicked woman for further instructions.

"You may remove my boots, beautiful fleshy woman."

Sister Corinne did not reply to that and gripping the boot of the wicked woman as she lay 
on her belly, she eased the "holy" garb off her foot, leaving Armandoza sitting over her with 
the white covering that was wrapped around her naked foot.

"Do you think that Muffet is of beautiful flesh, Corinne. Whose flesh of the woman you 
have seen in the convent do you consider to be the loveliest?"

"I do not know what makes flesh lovely, beautiful woman Armandoza. Do you wish me to 
remove your other boot now?"

"Yes, Corinne. Let me ask you this, then, Corinne. How many years do you number?"

"Twenty. My twenty first year will be upon me in three months come this November 19th."

"Twenty. I too, was once a young woman of twenty, Corinne. Do you believe that?"

"I must believe it, for to bypass that would be impossible. Would it not?"

Sister Corinne removed the other boot from the perverted Mother and in so doing 
became aware that above the white wrap around her feet she wore nothing.

"Undo my wraps, Corinne. While you are doing that, I must ask you if you believe that my 
years are more than twenty?"

"I am sure they are."

"Of course they are, Corinne. I was just interested in seeing if you would try to flatter my 
appearance as a woman. We are women, too, are we not?"

"Of course we are, wise woman Armandoza."

"As a woman, Corinne, are you not concerned with your appearance?"

"Most certainly I am. My appended is kept as clean and pure as I can possibly cause it to 
appear, clean and pure woman Armandoza."

"You are not concerned then, Corinne with making sure that your fundament does not 
become wrinkled or concerned that your belly shall become fat?"

"I don't know why it should concern me. Perhaps you can inform me why I might want to 
feel concern about my fundament growing wrinkles or my belly becoming fat, beautiful 
woman Armandoza?" Sister Corinne asked as she peeled off the white wrappings that covered
the feet of Armandoza and left her now sitting over her in her naked and most ugly feet.

"No, I shall not inform you, Corinne. Your flesh is beautiful because it just happened that 
way and you did not try to achieve it then? Is that what you are saying?"

"I suppose I can accept that and say that I said it, beautiful woman Armandoza, if it is true 
indeed that my flesh is beautiful. Am I passing this test that you are putting to me. wise and 
mysterious Armandoza?" she asked.

For she hoped that was not the case.

For if it were not--All hope was lost!

"You are not being put to a test, Corinne. You are being talked to in the most honest voice 
of a woman and you will answer as a woman."

Corinne looked at the feet of Armandoza and saw that they were indeed calloused and 
they were also not clean. She saw the bunions upon the feet of Armandoza and she felt sorry 
for the woman for having to bear it.

"You may now touch my feet, Corinne and soothe them."

"Thank you for this most undeserving privilege, beautiful woman Armandoza."

Sister Corinne put the right foot of the awful woman in between her soft delicate hands 
and held it. She rubbed the arch of the Armandoza foot and the instep between her hands.

She rubbed the toes of the Armandoza foot between her hands.

"Do you think my feet to be beautiful, Corinne?"

"Your feet are worn, beautiful woman Armandoza. You have the bunions upon your feet, 
and that would seem to be a blight, marring it from beauty. But, since your feet belong to you,
wise and beautiful woman Armandoza, they must be beautiful."

"You are a wise woman, too, Corinne. You have flattered me, however. But I shall disregard 
that for now. Yes, it is true that my feet have blights upon them, Corinne. But that is what I am 
trying to convey to you about the beauty of the flesh. You have just said that a blight is not 
beautiful and if the flesh is worn then it must not be beautiful. Is your flesh worn?"

"No, wise and most logical woman Armandoza. My flesh is not worn, but it is being worn 
since I have been here in this convent. However, my flesh can wear all away and it shall not 
bother my soul, I pray."

"It would not concern you if I were to take a knife and remove the breasts from your chest,
Corinne?"

"It would not concern my soul. I would gladly give up my breasts and any other part of my
flesh for The Lord."

"Would you give it up for me, Corinne?"

"As a representative of the Lord, I would gladly give it up to you, wise and generous 
woman Armandoza."

"Would you give up your flesh to me as a woman, Corinne?" The sordid woman asked, not 
letting the bowed head of Sister Corinne see her lips being licked by her filthy dripping 
tongue."

"As one woman to another woman, beautiful woman Armandoza, I could not give up my 
flesh for you," the brave Sister Corinne said as she caressed and soothed the other foot of 
Armandoza.

"We shall discuss that shortly, Corinne. Your hands make my feet feel very comfortable, 
Corinne. Do you love doing this to me, Corinne?"

"I love doing everything I can to help you serve the Lord better, beautiful woman 
Armandoza."

"My feet seem to have become unclean, Corinne. Perhaps it is the dirt that just seeps 
through and creeps into the wrappings. Clean my feet, Corinne."

"You have given me a great honor, beautiful woman Armandoza. Can you direct me where
to crawl upon my belly like the worm I am trying so hard not to become and emulate, and 
guide me to the holy place where you keep your water?"

"Water? Corinne, you have the proper cleanser upon you. You will continue to soothe my 
feet and clean them at the same time. You will use your mouth and your tongue to clean my 
feet, Corinne."

"Lovely and beautiful woman Armandoza. I must question this command of yours. My 
mind has been becoming so confused. I think that I am being beguiled and seduced by you, 
mysterious woman Armandoza. I fear greatly that I have let myself become so confused within
my thoughts that I must ask you to give me guidance by answering now a number of 
questions I need to put to you."

"Corinne, do you dare to think that I am receiving any personal satisfaction from having 
you humble yourself like this? Answer now!"

Sister Corinne hesitated. She looked up at the face of Armandoza. Sister Corinne wept. She
did not answer the question.

"You shall not be punished now for this defiance, Corinne. You will make yourself think why
you should adhere to my commands and not why you should not. Think it now!" Corinne put 
her head down and thought what she was instructed to think.

"Perhaps I took too much upon myself to think that I was righteous and pure enough to 
serve The Lord, wonderfully wise woman Armandoza. My thoughts do not try to defy you, but 
I feel as if I am driven to and cannot prevent myself. Ohh, please, please guide me through 
this, lovely woman Armandoza."

"I shall, Corinne. I shall. I will tell you the best way to guide yourself through this, Corinne. 
It is really a very simple way too as all good things are. You will simply follow what you are told
by me to do and you will not question it until you are given the opportunity by me to 
question what you are doing. You will know that I have the wisdom and the experience that 
you are so wanting, Corinne and you will simply accept it. Perhaps if a command I put to you 
seems contrary to what you have been led to believe is good you will go against your beliefs 
in deference to me, Corinne."

"I understand a little better now, wise and beautiful woman Armandoza. Would you like 
me to clean your feet now?"

"It would please me greatly, beautiful fleshy Corinne."

With that the decrepit act was performed. The lovely and pure sister Corinne was beguiled 
and further shamed by the crafty and evil Mother Superior and did indeed put her filthy feet 
into her mouth and took the dirt from her feet into her mouth.

"Ooooow, that feels so comforting, Corinne. You are such a beautiful piece of flesh, 
Corinne," she was further tormented while licking the dirt from the filthy Armandoza feet.

Thinking that she had done a thorough and most soothing work on the Armandoza feet, 
Sister Corinne removed her mouth from the feet and looked up to the impassioned woman, 
and she saw the ugly lust on the face but said nothing.

"My flesh that you have just touched with your flesh feels very soothed, Corinne."

"I have soothed your flesh with my flesh," Sister Corinne repeated, as the realization of 
what she had been made to do came upon her.

"Yes, you beautiful child of flesh, your soothing tongue has anointed the flesh of my feet, 
and now they feel most soothed and comfortable. I shall now be able to walk upon the fields 
in the service of The Lord and not feel the need to think about my tired feet."

"Yes, yes, oh very wise woman Armandoza. It is true," Corinne wept. "I have performed a 
service for the Lord."

"You have also performed a service for a woman, Corinne. You will perform more services 
for this woman, Corinne and you shall enjoy doing so. Shall you not?"

"I shall enjoy being honored to have the privilege of performing such services, beautiful 
woman Armandoza," Sister Corinne repeated.

But the vile woman would not have Sister Corinne do her bidding and enjoy doing it, for 
then the bloated woman would not have the inflated glory of Sister Corinne's shame tingle 
her filthy impure womb.

"I do indeed receive much personal gratification from having you be made sport of like 
this, Corinne, but I am only a woman and you are only a woman. But you are a filthy woman, 
Corinne and I am a much better woman. Is that not so?"

"I fear that I shall be unable to control myself soon, mysterious woman Armandoza. I feel 
the fear and confusion not only within my mind, but my flesh is feeling it creep. I am feeling 
the most hated of feelings now from the butt of the whip in the nether of my orifices. I am 
filled with shame and humiliation for what I have been made to do. Please, please, oh 
hopefully beautiful woman Armandoza. Let me rise and assume my duties as a servant of the 
Lord. Or if not, oh, wise woman Armandoza, please help my mind and my flesh to think that I 
am performing a noble service for the Lord."

"I want you now to soothe the flesh of my woman's body. You may think you are doing it 
for whatever reason you like, but you shall do it nevertheless, and I shall enjoy having you do 
this for me as a woman."

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, I am a harlot. I am even worse than a harlot. I should not belong in the 
house of the Lord. I have been seduced and beguiled and I have shown The Lord that I am not
worthy to serve him."

"You shall serve Armandoza, harlot!!"

With that, the most vile and vulgar of fiends rose up from her chair and let the cowled 
hood of her garb reveal her hair.

She walked over the weeping repentant figure of the prostrate Sister Corinne and with her 
naked foot moved the butt of the whip that dangled from the tormented pink hole of Sister 
Corinne's fundament deeper into her, causing her pain and anguish and frustration to become
even more exacerbated.

It was such ungodly pain!

Lifting her head up from the smooth floor, Sister Corinne looked upon the most awful 
sight she had ever witnessed.

The ungodly Mother Superior stood above the prostrate form of my unfortunate 
kinswoman and raised her black robe.

The naked body of the evil woman was revealed in all its ugliness.





CHAPTER SIX


Sister Corinne immediately grabbed her lean belly, but not having eaten for three days kept 
her from retching.

The most repellent and repulsive sight made Sister Corinne understand that all of the 
thoughts she had found herself thinking about the Mother Superior's hideousness were 
correct.

Sister Corinne had her worst fears confirmed now!

Sister Corinne felt the shame and humiliation for having been put into the position she 
was in with the most severe of intense feelings.

It was a feeling that not only hurt her innocent mind, but did affect her flesh also. The 
shame she felt in her position was manifest by her complete submission to the evil and lust 
filled woman and her acceptance of it.

The blood in her body began to move as she lay twisted and tormented. She rolled over 
on her back and screamed out her anguish and shame.

"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" she cried and she beat her own head with her own fists as the 
hideous figure of Armandoza stood above her, gloating with the ugliest of passions and pride 
at the young Sister.

As the blood rushed through the forlorn body of Sister Corinne, it swelled the most 
sensuous parts of her flesh, engorging her nipples and turning them from their small pale 
brown color to a pigmented reddish color, as if her nipples, her most beautiful and feminine 
nipples were manifesting the shame and humiliation she felt. Tingles of that passion she had 
been made to feel coursed through her. Her healing crescent, just beginning to receive their 
protective hairs again was consumed with the feelings that her humiliation had put upon her.

Sister Corinne grit her teeth, and did her best to ignore the burning within her genitals. 
She knew that the naked Armandoza saw the passion upon her, but Sister Corinne was now in
the frame of mind where she was certain that Armandoza was all along consumed with the 
most perverted of passions. Sister Corinne was aware that she and her other Sisters had been 
made into the slaves of Armandoza for the purpose of gratifying her most filthy cravings.

"Have my flesh, Corinne," Armandoza said to her, looking down on Sister Corinne. The 
disgusting Mother Superior spread her arms open and beckoned Corinne to rise and come 
into her grotesque naked flesh.

"I will not be made sport of any longer, wicked Armandoza," Sister Corinne wept as she lay
on her back, looking up at the ugly woman above her.

"You shall soothe my flesh, Corinne. I am in need of your most beautiful flesh, and I shall 
have you fill that need."

Oh gentle reader, your humble and most truthful narrator finds this blasphemous 
wickedness that did occur in The House of the Lord to be most difficult to relate. My quill is 
stopped by the dreadful deeds that I had found did happen that most unholy day. However, I 
shall call upon the courage and most pure convictions of my beloved great grandmother to 
convey to you the ghastly horrors that did take form that accursed afternoon and on many of 
the days following.

The pure and holy soul of Sister Corinne reflected the most frightful of her tormented 
feelings. Her pure and beautiful flesh began to quiver and tremble from the realization of 
what she had been put upon to have endured.

She lay meek and shivering before the horrendous figure of the naked Armandoza. "I shall 
never willingly submit to your wicked desire, you devil!" Armandoza was told by the brave, but
vulnerable Sister Corinne.

With that, the ugly behemoth did pounce with her filthy flesh upon the unclothed form of 
Sister Corinne.

"Oh, Corinne, sweet, luscious Corinne, you shall have Armandoza and you shall love 
Armandoza," Corinne was told as the fat flesh of the demented dog strangled and covered the
pure and innocent flesh of Sister Corinne.

"I know you for what you are, Armandoza. I am no longer surprised that it has come to 
this. I shall resist you until I breathe my last."

The lean and weakened body of Sister Corinne did indeed feel the large girth of the 
woman whom I shall no longer acknowledge with her title of Mother Superior.

"Sweet Corinne, you shall let your tongue from your mouth and you shall soothe the flesh 
of my mound beneath these old gray hairs."

Corinne was petted by the obscene Armandoza hand and the Armandoza body sat with 
her haunches upon the chest of Sister Corinne. The grotesque woman put her finger tips to 
the lips of sister Corinne as she looked down upon her and then she did indicate with the 
same finger the part of her soiled body that she had so vulgarly described.

Sister Corinne spat upon that finger!

Sister Corinne closed her beautiful brown eyes so that she would not have to look into the 
ghastly red abyss that was but within a thumbnails distance away from her tender lips.

With her thumbs, Armandoza pried open the eyelids of Sister Corinne and forced her to 
view her disgusting womb.

"Sweet Corinne, perhaps I shall bring out your own lusts once more. Perhaps then you 
shall crave my beautiful flesh as you have craved your own flesh and as you have craved the 
flesh of the young and unflowered Muffet. Do you doubt that I can bring out those passions 
from you? Do you still doubt that your flesh is consumed with the cravings of lust, you 
beautiful fleshy woman, you, Corinne?"

"No, I no longer doubt that. I do have those passions within me, and I am certain that they
can be brought to the surface, but it shall not be from my own doing and I shall resist them 
with all of my will. If you prick me, I shall bleed. If you tweak me, I shall lust. I shall never ask 
you to tweak me, ugly Armandoza."

"You shall, my sweet Corinne. I shall tweak your kumoke and you shall for me. You shall 
wash my whole beautiful body with your tongue, Corinne, and you shall tell me how you love 
me and my flesh. Do you doubt, Corinne, that you shall soon be doing this?" The Armandoza 
body continued to sit upon Sister Corinne. She moved her filthy flesh on Sister Corinne and 
with her own hand, Armandoza did pet her own filthy breast, forcing Sister Corinne to witness 
it.

Although Sister Corinne was most unknowledgeable about what makes one's flesh 
desirable and beautiful, she knew instinctively and from her heart that the Armandoza flesh 
was ugly and most undesirable.

"It is not a matter of doubt, Armandoza. I shall never willingly put my flesh to your flesh. 
You may strip the skin from my body and pluck out my eyes with burning spikes, but I shall 
still not touch your flesh!"

"This is a most lovely thing you say, sweet Corinne. It shall only make me so much more 
gratified when you do soothe my flesh, and it shall be most soon when you do. You do 
remember how you defied me before and then you did submit to me? You do remember 
when I put the heat to your pretty little kumoke and you do remember how you craved the 
lust that consumed you, sweet little Corinne?" With that, Armandoza reached behind her and 
did indeed insert her fingers into the womb of sister Corinne.

"I shall not acknowledge the vulgar and most obscene words that have found their way to 
your tongue."

"Oh, you little lovely kumoke, you shall acknowledge them. You shall again submit to me 
like you have done before. You know in your sweet little teat that you shall, Corinne, so save 
yourself the trouble and acknowledge my flesh at this moment."

"Never!"

"This does please me, Corinne. Do you doubt that your tongue shall be let put from your 
mouth when I am finished tweaking your kumoke and that with lust in your heart you shall lick
your own sweet red lips."

"I cannot hear the vulgarity you choose to speak with, Armandoza. I do not doubt that lust
will be consuming my body, but it shall be instigated by you, and I shall resist it with all my 
heart and soul."

"Pretty little kumoke, so pretty, pretty, pretty," the Armandoza tongue said as the 
Armandoza fingers slithered into the; tender orifice of Sister Corinne and did what their 
knowing touch would do to bring out her passions. The Armandoza fingers did rub the 
innermost of Sister Corinne's lips and they did squeeze the hard tiny piece of flesh that rests 
at the top of Sister Corinne's abused seam.

Sister Corinne did grit her teeth and she did resist the perfidious intrusion upon her fertile 
pith.

Armandoza would not stop, however. Her own body was consumed with the lust that she 
endeavored so hard to bring from Sister Corinne. Her own filthy swill seeped from her large 
and so often dwelt upon orifice and the pungent brine did drip upon the neck of Sister 
Corinne. Sister Corinne was forced to move her body in a most violent of manners, using it 
with violence for the first time in her twenty years, trying to kick and squirm 'and throw off the
huge body of Armandoza. She failed to do that, needless to say, and that made the huge red 
nipples of Armandoza swell up on her enormous breasts even more. Her tremendous girth 
tingled her all over when she saw the violence within Sister Corinne and she did nestle up 
even more unto the perfectly created body of Sister Corinne, forcing the mouth of Sister 
Corinne to feel the pulp of her crotch.

Sister Corinne was made to feel even worse when her use of violence to throw off the 
most portly woman was made sport of and the torment of Sister Corinne was aggrandized by 
that torment. The intrusion upon her genitals was still ongoing, and Sister Corinne was finally 
forced to acknowledge to herself that she knew the intrusion was taking place.

She remained motionless under Armandoza, however and she did bear her rape with 
complete immobility.

"Sweet Corinne, you know that I shall talk into your mind the necessity of your submission 
to me once more. Do you doubt that I shall speak this into your mind again?"

"No longer will my soul be put upon to accept the blasphemous trickery of your speech."

"It shall, Corinne, sweet little Corinne. We have both already agreed that you are a fool, 
have we not?"

"I have been a fool, but no longer shall I be."

"God wants you, sweet little Corinne to soothe my flesh. Will you go against God?"

"God does not want this."

"You are getting wiser, Corinne. But you are still not wise enough. God does work his 
wonders in many mysterious ways, Corinne.

Do you dare to think that his ways are not at work now. Do you mean to refuse me, the 
most Holy of Women? I am The Mother Superior. You shall do as I say. What I say is what God 
says. God spoke to me and told me to have you soothe my flesh. Do you dare to disobey God,
Sister Corinne?"

"I love God. God would not speak to you. Every time you invoke His name, you are 
committing the worst of sins. You shall suffer all the torments of hell for what you have done, 
Armandoza."

"Oh, sweet little Corinne. You are learning. Do you not think it is possible that God is 
testing you now? He has chosen me to put this test to you as another was chosen to test Job. 
You shall do what you are told by God and you shall do it with passion, Sister Corinne."

"What God tells me, I shall do. What you tell me, I shall resist, Armandoza. I will not be 
beguiled any longer by you!"

"This is most excellent of you, you little kumoke. I shall confess to you now, Corinne, that I 
have indeed been using the name of God to gratify my own flesh at the expense of you and 
your fleshy Sisters. However, you shall still submit to me, and you shall submit to me as a 
woman."

Sister Corinne recited the Lord's prayer as her flesh was stimulated and was laughed at by 
Armandoza for doing so at that time. Sister Corinne was confused by the lore of the Scriptures
now by the beguiling woman sitting on her, but she was not confused as to her intentions.

"Can I threaten you with having your breasts, your teats, I should rather say, Corinne, with 
having them set fire to and the skin pulled off your little luscious nipples by biting insects?"

"I shall not submit to you no matter what you do to me, and I do not doubt you would do 
such things, filthy Armandoza."

"Your refusal to submit is a very strong refusal indeed, Corinne. It will make my kumoke 
feel so much better and so mush more consumed with lust when your pretty pink tongue will 
soon soothe it."

"My tongue spits out the fact that I have been beguiled to put it to your feet and it shall 
be plucked from my body before it touches your flesh again!"

"Let me ask you this, Corinne. Have you noticed that our mutual object of lust, Muffet, is 
indeed beginning to flower? I am sure you have noticed that there appears a little softness 
around her teats now. Wait, I will say around her breasts so you will be able to acknowledge it.
You have noticed that, dare you deny it?"

"I was forced by your trickery to notice what you speak of and I have never willingly lusted 
for beautiful Sister Muffet."

"Sure you have. You have put the passion upon her and you have craved doing so. Do you 
deny that you have loved her and knew her and loved knowing her?"

"I hate the fact that I had been tricked into love knowing Sister Muffet."

"Soon, the first blood of womanhood will be upon Sister Muffet. I am sure that besides the
softness that is beginning to manifest her beautiful little teats, you have also noticed that her 
most delicious little cleft is showing the beginnings of her maiden hairs. Do you deny that you
have not noticed that, either, Corinne?"

"It was tricked into my knowledge to notice it."

"And the others. Will you deny that you can from memory tell me what their teats and 
their kumokes are like?"

"I will no longer speak of this."

"Oh, sweet Corinne, you shall. You shall for now, this moment, I will say words to you that 
will make you do everything that my flesh tells you to do. Are you ready to hear these words, 
you little kumoke?"

"There are no such words!"

"Oh, you are most mistaken, Corinne. There are and you shall now hear them. Upon 
hearing these words, you shall on your knees crawl to my kumoke and you shall let out your 
tongue and you shall lick it and you shall love it.

The ugly demented woman let loose with a most raucous laughter that made her whole 
body shake and rumble upon that of Sister Corinne. She then did remove herself from the 
person of Sister Corinne and she did stand over her, her hands opening the part of her flesh 
of which she had spoken and showed to Corinne the inside of her, the horrible inside that her 
ugly black and gray hairs had covered.

And then, with all the cunning and all the deceit and violence of her most sordid soul, she 
did indeed speak the words that made the tormented Sister Corinne submit to her.

Upon hearing those words, Sister Corinne shuddered and quivered so violently that her 
flesh was pained. She did indeed grab her belly and heave, dry heaves though they were. She 
then got to her knees and did crawl to the ugly woman as she was made to do. She did stop 
half-way, and she did look up at the eyes of the devil inside Armandoza first.

"I--I should rather do in my own self and suffer the torments of Hell before I submit to 
you, Armendoza."

"You pretty little kumoke. You cannot commit that sin, for you know that upon the last of 
your breaths, you will go directly to the devil."

"I will see you there, too, then."

"No, you shall not. I shall not be there, Corinne, for if there is no God, then there is no 
devil, as I believe it."

"Ohhhh, most wicked and demented of women!"

And Sister Corinne was right. Armandoza was indeed that which she was called by the 
noble and beautiful Sister Corinne.

"But, Corinne, since you believe so devoutly in God, you must know that the hell that you 
will be put in will surely contain a replica of me and you will surely know that in your hell you 
will be made to do not only what you will soon do for me, but you will be made to do in hell 
what I have told you I will do on earth. In your hell, Corinne, you will do this over and over, all 
of your waking and tormented hours, for ever and ever, for all eternity!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!!!! 
So, you sweet and luscious little kumoke, you will not want to do your own self in. You will 
rather want to submit to me. Crawl to me now and begin!!!!"

And the dastardly act was performed. Sister Corinne did indeed submit to Armandoza. 
Sister Corinne did indeed hate every moment of her submission, but she still did submit and 
she submitted to Armandoza the way that Armandoza's evil flesh and her evil soul craved her 
to.

Still, still, Sister Corinne's love of God was not diminished during the day of her submission
and the days following her submission and future submissions.

On her knees, after hearing the words that made her do that, Sister Corinne crawled to the
wicked Armandoza and she touched her.

"You will put your hands, luscious Corinne around my beautiful fundament and you will 
grasp me. You will imbed your tongue into my lovely kumoke and you will lick it. You will suck 
my kumoke and you will gratify my flesh for ever and ever!"

"I will hate this with all of my soul, Armandoza, but I shall do it!" Sister Corinne said that 
and then she did put her innocent and most delicate hands around the large girth of the 
Armandoza fundament and embraced her. However, just before she let out her tongue and 
put it to the soiled Armandoza flesh, Armandoza kicked out at Sister Corinne and caused her 
to fall over backwards.

"Corinne, you pretty little kumoke. You shall not hate it. You shall love it," Sister Corinne 
was tormented even further. "You shall say what I tell you to say and you shall believe it in 
your heart. Rise up now and I shall show you the example of what I mean."

Sister Corinne lifted her lean, her much too lean body, from the smooth floor and faced 
Armandoza.

Armando.za put her hands to the white and most firm breasts of Sister Corinne. She 
caressed the breasts with her fingers, just barely grazing her nipples. She rubbed the nipples 
of Sister Corinne between her fingers and squeezed her white apple sized breasts that stood 
so innocently out on her white chest. With her hands that were rolled into violent fists, Sister 
Corinne stood in her position and said and showed nothing while that was happening to her.

"Sister Corinne, you will tell me what I am doing to you now!"

"You are torturing me, Armandoza."

"Call me beautiful Armandoza and tell me what I am doing to your flesh, you little pretty 
kumoke.' "I shall not be called that!!"

"But, Corinne, you shall be called whatever I choose to call you and you shall "even say it 
yourself. You do not want me to fulfill the words that I have spoken to you, do you?" Sister 
Corinne felt the cold chills of her predicament course through her body. Feeling so helpless 
and so tiny as she stood there and having her breasts treated so scandalously, she had to 
recall the words once more of Armandoza in order to force her beautiful self to submit again.

She surely did and most bravely feel that the agonized tortures of her eleven Sisters was a 
thing that her submission to Armandoza could prevent. Sister Corinne did correctly believe 
that her submission under those terms could not be faulted by her God too severely.

"Corinne, you little kumoke, you will surely not want to see the little Muffet have her sweet
little teats cut from her chest and be eaten by the almost as pretty Fawn, would you?"

"Now your filthy and evil soul is triumphing over good, Armandoza, but in the end, when 
the final judgement is rendered, you shall be made to suffer for all eternity for your most 
horrid deeds!!"

"Oh, Corinne. I shall not trouble my beautiful body with that. Now, you shall curse. I shall 
hear the words come from your lips and you shall no longer, from this moment on defy me. I 
shall begin to inflict the pains I have described to you, not on your own beautiful flesh, but on 
the flesh of your Sisters. It shall be on your head when you see them running in their 
underflesh in agony. The next word you speak shall be a word that will describe the place from
where you let your liquid wastes from. Speak it!"

"K--k-kumoke," said Sister Corinne and she put her hands to her face and wept for having 
been made to curse in The House of The Lord.

"More, you little kumoke. You will use such words with me and you will not be given no 
more commands to use them. You are left to your own devices to soothe my flesh and you will
use the words I tell you to use. You will think what pleases me and you will carry out what you 
know will please my flesh. You will protest not another word. Say to me that you understand."

"I understand."

'Tell me what I am doing to you now!"

Tears still streaking her beautiful uncovered face, Sister Corinne looked at the Armandoza 
hands upon her breasts. "You are pulling on my breasts, Armandoza."

Armandoza made anger come to her face and said nothing.

"You are pulling on my teats," Sister Corinne said meekly as she realized that Mother 
Armandoza wanted only to shame and humiliate her.

"Good, Corinne. You are learning. We shall let it pass that you could have said I was 
soothing your teats, but I just am making example now of your submission. I say that I am not 
pulling upon your teats, but I am pulling upon your leg. Tell me what I am pulling upon!"

"You are pulling upon my leg."

"Excellent. I say that two and two make five. How much do two and two make?"

"Five."

"You are a most beautiful kumoke. What are you?"' "A most beautiful kumoke."

"Excellent, Corinne. I shall pull upon your legs even further. You shall recall the passion you
have felt and you shall exhibit it now and you shall seduce me when you are in the peak of 
your passion."

Sister Corinne did as she was told!

Telling her that it was her leg and not her breast that was being pulled and stimulated and 
telling her to lie in the face of truth made the beautiful Sister Corinne even more tormented as
she let her tongue from her mouth and did lick her own lips and did moan from the false 
passion and did tell Armandoza that she was wanted by her kumoke and did fall to her knees 
and did let out her tongue into the filthy red inner flesh of Armandoza and did make the 
Armandoza passion lust out all over her.

It is to this day, even, that the idiom, "to pull upon one's leg," has lasted. The 
entymological meaning of that idiom does indeed date to the lie that Sister Corinne was 
forced to accept from Armandoza.

But as Sister Corinne got to her knees and soothed the insatiable lusts and desires of 
Armandoza, she did know that it would not stop with that. Sister Corinne did know that the 
greed and lust of Armandoza would compel her to ask and ask and ask for Sister Corinne to 
service her flesh until one of them would breathe her last.

The stench emanating from the Armandoza womb did indeed pain the nostrils of Sister 
Corinne, but in the same manner with which Sister Corinne willed herself to withstand her 
hunger for nourishment, so she did to withstand her submission, knowing the reason for 
which she submitted.

Armandoza did put her hands around the neck of Sister Corinne and petted her and 
caressed her there and made certain that Sister Corinne's face did not remove itself from her 
engorged flesh.

Armandoza murmured her ugly bellows of lust, showing Sister Corinne how filled she was 
from the stimulation that Sister Corinne was giving to her.

Her big and rumbling legs, legs that had the hair .removed from them to enhance her 
physical appearance, touched the face of Sister Corinne while her tongue serviced the horrid 
womb of the stout woman. Her upper thighs heated Sister Corinne's beautiful face and 
squeezed her into those legs as her passion was upon her in full.

Sister Corinne was forced to grab the soft, rumbling fundament of Armandoza and make 
the two mammoth cheeks rumble. Sister Corinne was forced to say that she was loving her 
torture and she was forced to use words of damnation to describe her feelings, false though 
they were for the Armandoza flesh.

The large belly of Armandoza was petted and licked by Sister Corinne and as the sap 
seeped from her puckering, quivering flesh, Sister Corinne was humbled to let it collect on her
tongue, and then touch her tongue to the Armandoza tongue and exchange the filthy brine 
with her and then receive it back.

Armandoza brought Sister Corinne to her sleeping quarters and had her on her bed, a bed
that does not belong in the confines of a convent. A bed that was oozing with luxury and 
most gaudy frills was Sister Corinne put upon to lay along with Armandoza.

She was the most decrepit and decadent of woman to walk the face of the earth, 
Armandoza was. The acts that Sister Corinne were made to perform just will not be described 
by your narrator, they were so putrid. Sister Corinne did indeed become physically ill from 
what she was forced to swallow. Armandoza was indeed, the most evil of women.

Among the "lesser" of Sister Corinne's acts of submission was to caress the hair of 
Armandoza. Armandoza's hair that she had kept covered from her subjects was not short and 
uncoiffured as the lores of the scriptures state it should be, but it was long and was curled 
with waves.

Streaks of gray flecked her black hair and Sister Corinne was forced to inhale the aroma of 
it and let her fingers run through that hair and then tell Armandoza that she craved doing 
such a thing.

"Your hair is most lovely, Armandoza. I cannot stop my fingers from feeling their most fine 
texture."

As Sister Corinne spoke those words, her pale cheeks rested upon the exposed pendulous 
breasts of Armandoza and she was made to nip the huge red nipples of Armandoza every few 
moments. Sister Corinne did note when she was forced to let her tongue into the Armandoza 
womb that the Armandoza virginity was a wicked lie, but Sister Corinne was no longer 
surprised and said nothing.

"Suck on the teats that my son has sucked, Corinne, and let me know how sorry you are 
that milk can come from my old teats no longer."

The fear of the safety of her Sisters was what made Sister Corinne do what she did. She 
showed no surprises upon hearing that from Armandoza and told her what she wanted to 
hear.

"Your teats are most large and beautiful, Armandoza. It is indeed a great pity that your 
milk can no longer flow from them. Perhaps you would like to fondle the young breasts, I 
mean teats, of myself and recall your own vanished youth?"

"Do you think that my flesh is beautiful, Corinne, despite the thirty years of my life?"

"You are most beautiful, Armandoza. Your flesh is even more beautiful than all of the 
Sisters put together, even though your years number thirty," Sister Corinne lied to her, 
propagating the lie of flattery that Armandoza bestowed upon herself, reducing her horrible 
existence by some twenty years for her.

The stimulated and ripe breasts of Sister Corinne were then fondled and again the most 
unwanted passions were permitted to escape from the flesh of Sister Corinne. Sister Corinne 
was forced to make her eyebrows curl in a most devilish way. She forced her tongue out of her
mouth and allowed her spittle to dribble down her chin, to show Armandoza how lustful she 
was.

No, it shall not be denied by your narrator and by Sister Corinne that the passion that she 
was forced to let out from her was all false. It was the true lust that dwelled deep within the 
loins of Sister Corinne that was made to surface as she lay with Armandoza, a fact that makes 
her torment even more despicable.

Sister Corinne, among other things was forced to make the sounds of barnyard animals 
while laying with Armandoza and Aramndoza had the butt of the whip shoved into the nether 
orifice of Sister Corinne.

Then Sister Corinne was forced to make the noises of the smallest of the feline animals 
while Armandoza did tweak her womanhood.

"Meowwwww, meowwwww," Sister Corinne was forced to purr while she was played upon 
by the portly fingers of Armandoza.

"You are just like a little pussy cat, Corinne. You are even sweeter than little Muffet, my 
pussy cat."

"Ohhhh, Armandoza, I am just a little girl at heart," Sister Corinne was put upon to say.

"I shall call you a pussy, Corinne. I shall call your kumoke a pussy, sweet little Corinne."

"Then my kumoke is a pussy. Meowwwww, meowwwwww."

And to this day the accursed word has remained as the vulgar epithet for the seat of a 
female's womanhood. Armandoza did leave things after her, but they are all as rotten as her 
putrid soul.

"Corinne pussy, you will describe to me the flesh of your Sisters now, and you will judge 
them for their flesh. I will give you only a slight knowledge of the means of knowing the 
beauty of their comparative flesh and you will be left to your own devices to relate the merits 
of their flesh."

Sister Corinne did weep upon hearing what she would have to bring into her memory, but 
after Armandoza did give her that knowledge, she did force herself to rate her Sisters 
according to the merits of their flesh, using their leanness and the bulk of their young breasts 
and the length of their legs and the tautness of their fundaments and the sizes of their 
womanly parts to describe the flesh of her Sisters while she inserted her fingers into the womb
of Armandoza and excited her further.

But Armandoza was still not through with Sister Corinne for that afternoon. She put upon 
her words that shamed her to tears, telling her how proud Sister Corinne had been and how 
she had told Armandoza how she would defy her to the last of her breath.

"Of course I was a fool again, Armandoza. I submit to you once more and I submit to you 
will all of my soul," Sister Corinne was forced to lie.

"I say fock on your soul, Corinne. You say it now."

"Fock on my soul."

"I say fock on God. You say it now!"

"I cannot!"

"Then I shall bring to you the teats of Fawn and force you to put them into your pussy and
then into your mouth."

"Then you shall. Sister Fawn will know in her heart that her torment was only done to keep 
the most Holy God from being cursed upon."

"Oh, we will soon find ways to make you curse God, Corinne, do not doubt it. I love you 
when you defy me. You will defy me every now and then when I do not expect it just so I can 
feel the pride of seeing you submit again. Now, Corinne, you will imbed your tongue into the 
crack of my fundament."

With that, Armandoza did rise from her supine position and get on her all fours and did 
spread apart the great divide of her fundament.

Sister Corinne did what she was told to do.

While Sister Corinne was putting her tongue into the stench of Armandoza, Armandoza 
began to grunt like an animal.

Sister Corinne did put her hands around Armandoza girth and ruffled her fingers through 
her filthy womanhairs while she did clean the fundament with her tongue.

And as Armandoza was snorting and grunting with Sister Corinne's tongue inside her, the 
filthy, wicked bestial woman did indeed let out her--Your narrator just cannot make her quill 
move to describe what Sister Corinne was forced to bear then. Even though my maternal 
great grandmother was forced to have this in her experience and I am merely forced to write 
it, I am not as strong of character as Sister Corinne and cannot put upon myself to say what 
Sister Corinne was forced to do then.

Oh humble reader, again you are called upon to cry out in your prayers for Sister Corinne. 
Do not even imagine what she was forced to endure then, for your thoughts will become 
contaminated by the lingering effects of the wicked Armandoza, even if centuries have passed.
Do not imagine what Sister Corinne was forced to do because even the most sordid of minds 
cannot comprehend the total and complete wickedness of Armandoza.





CHAPTER SEVEN


It was not until the evening that Sister Corinne was allowed to leave the chamber of 
Armandoza. She was not permitted to cleanse her skin and was given the scarlet robe of the 
harlot again.

She was made to go to her room, receiving only a small bowl of water again. Sister 
Corinne did become violently ill for what she was made to do and did linger near death for a 
few days.

She still did hope to live, despite her torment, and her courageous will did enable her to 
live. Fear not, reader, for Sister Corinne did live another seventy five full years.

On the third day of her illness, Sister Corinne was visited by Armandoza in her small room. 
She was tormented by Armandoza with food that was made to dangle over her lips. Sister 
Corinne could have received the nourishment she needed so badly if she would curse God.

Sister Corinne never did curse God.

On the fourth day of her illness, Armandoza did feed Sister Corinne herself, giving her the 
most luxurious of foods that Armandoza herself did eat.

Do not assume that it was of any benevolent feelings that made Armandoza feed Sister 
Corinne and slowly bring her back to health. Do not assume that Armandoza had pains in her. 
conscience for what she had previously put upon Sister Corinne. Do not assume that there 
was a morsel of benign feeling in the motives of Armandoza.

Armandoza fed Sister Corinne so she would not die and so Sister Corinne would be 
around to continue to gratify the disgusting cravings of Armandoza.

A week passed and Sister Corinne was able to walk again.

The hair on the head of Sister Corinne had been restored to her by the time that she was 
able to walk once more.

Standing in her robe of scarlet along with the eleven other sisters who wore their robes of 
black, they were addressed by Armandoza.

"Sisters! A terrible event has occurred. The old priest has finally gone to visit with St. Peter. 
You will all remove your robes, get to your knees and pray for him, revealing to him your 
nakedness."

Without question the twelve sisters, of The Lord did as Armandoza said and they all wept 
for the old priest. Armandoza did not kneel and she stood over her subjects and gloated.

Sister Corinne did look her in her eye as she knelt and did know Armandoza then for what 
she was, but she did not tell her in words.

"You will all rise, my loyal Sisters," Armandoza said to them, and they did rise. They did not 
put back the garb on their bodies because they had not been instructed to do so by 
Armandoza.

"A new priest will come to us shortly. He will be a young priest, but he will be wise in his 
face. As the old priest was confined to his sickbed and was never permitted to witness how 
you beautiful Sisters have progressed from my teachings, so the new priest will be always 
witnessing your learnings."

Sister Corinne did look upon Armandoza with fear at that. She did know if Armandoza did 
say that the priest was wise and that he was kind, then he must be wicked like Armandoza.

Armandoza did acknowledge Sister Corinne's fear that she saw on her face then by a 
knowing smile.

Armandoza told the young Sisters that the new priest was educated in the best universities
of Rome, and that he was. She did tell the young Sisters that the new priest was wise and kind,
but that he was also stem and direct.

She did tell the young Sisters that the name of the new priest was the same as the name of
herself.

Upon hearing that, Sister Corinne did retch. The understanding was now upon her. The 
depth of the wickedness that was being committed in the name of the Lord was clear.

Sister Corinne was made to say that her behavior was caused by a sin that dwelled within 
her and she was again shown the scorn and cursed by the eleven other Sisters.

The next morning the new priest did arrive.

The twelve Sisters were called upon to greet him, all kneeling before him. Sister Doe, the 
oldest of the twelve Sisters whose years numbered twenty-three was not more then five years 
younger than the new priest.

Dressed in her scarlet, her breasts bared before a man for the first time in her twenty years,
Sister Corinne did look up from her kneeling and bowed position into the eyes of the new 
priest. She saw in his eyes, the eyes of Armandoza and she saw the wickedness of Armandoza 
in his eyes. She saw in the eyes of the new priest the look of lechery as he looked at the 
breasts of Sister Corinne.

Armandoza stood next to the new priest, looking over the twelve kneeling Sisters.

The woman Armandoza knelt before the man Armandoza.

"Mother Superior, you may rise up to your beautiful height," he told her and he touched 
the black cowl that covered her black hair that covered her black mind.

The two Armandoza then looked upon the twelve kneeling Sisters. They did talk in quiet 
tones among themselves. Sister Corinne, who was at the extreme left of the kneeling Sisters 
was permitted to listen to what they said to each other.

"You have a harlot in your convent, Mother Superior?" Sister Corinne was pointed at by 
him, and she was smiled at by him.

"Corinne is here to service my flesh, Father. You will enjoy her also. You did have a pleasant
journey, son?"

"Most pleasant, mother. You would have been most gratified to have felt the young flesh 
that I had felt. I did indeed taste the kumoke of the young maidens along the way here, 
mother."

"I am happy for you, son. We have here a young girl named Muffet that has still yet to 
flower. I am sure you will enjoy her flesh with utmost of pleasures, but you must make it 
quickly for her teats do begin to exhibit a budding softness."

"Oh, sweet mother, I shall hurry. This harlot who listens to us now will not speak of what 
we speak?" the man Armandoza asked, indicating the frightened face of Sister Corinne.

"No, she is but my own personal fool, but you may taste her too. I have refrained from 
piercing her virgin bud so you may have it."

"You are most beautiful, mother. I shall address the 'Sisters' now."

The wickedness and most vile lechery of the woman Armandoza was now seen by Sister 
Corinne to be manifest in the man Armandoza also. The knowledge that there can be two 
such Armandoza's filled the beautiful mind of Sister Corinne with great despair as she was 
forced to endure his gaze upon her young breasts. To think that not one, but two 
Armandoza's could have fooled the Bishops of The Church to appoint them their positions 
made the heart of Sister Corinne pound and flutter with fury. But she still did not speak. The 
torment of her beautiful young sisters weighed too heavily upon her beautiful mind.

With the first words that the man Armandoza addressed the sisters, Sister Corinne knew 
that there would be many trying days ahead for her.

He walked to the middle of the kneeling, humbled Sisters.

"DISROBE!!!!" he announced to them in a low and most imperious voice.

"But a man?" Sister Corinne found herself saying upon hearing that. She immediately sunk 
down on her belly and begged forgiveness.

The eleven other sisters all stepped away from Sister Corinne, and they all did begin to 
disrobe.

"Beautiful sisters. This Sister of yours here who is dressed in the robe of the harlot said that
I am a man. As you can all plainly witness, that is true. Will one of you please raise up a hand 
and I will call upon you to tell this harlot what else I am." All of the eleven other Sister's did 
raise up their hands as they stood before his lust filled gaze in various states of undress.

Sister Lalena was called upon to speak for them all.

"You are the representative of God, oh beautiful Father Armandoza. All of us will willingly 
reveal our nakedness to you, knowing that you will look upon our flesh not with the eyes of a 
man, but with the eyes of God. Our Sister Corinne is still learning to accept the Word of the 
beautiful Mother Superior as the Word of God. We do indeed take it upon our own selves to 
try to convey that to Sister Corinne, but it is hard. She has been shown to exhibit such things 
within her that surely do not belong in this holy convent, Father, but she is still our Sister, and 
we do try to help her keep her soul pure."

"You have been tutored well, Sister. I will look upon your nakedness now and you will all 
reveal to my knowing eyes your flesh and you will all reveal to my knowing eyes what you 
have kept hidden from the eyes of mortals. Continue to disrobe, Sisters. Sister Corinne, you 
shall not be punished at this time. I believe you understand in your soul now that I am more 
than a man. Do you not?"

"I do so understand it, Father."

With that, Sister Corinne disrobed along with the other Sisters and stood in her naked 
flesh before the lust-filled man and the lust-filled woman.

"You are all of healthy qualities, my beautiful Sisters," they were told by the wicked man in 
terms that meant different things to him than to them. His wicked ambiguity did not escape 
Sister Corinne, however, but alas, she could do nothing to warn the others.

"I will have you open up the seats of your womanhoods to me and you will all speak of 
any lust that has ever entered your minds while you do so."

And they did. All twelve of the Sisters, did touch their bodies and put their fingers to their 
wombs and did show the man Armandoza the flesh inside them. They all did speak of the lusts
that either did dwell in their bodies before entering the convent as unknowing children, or 
among those nuns that did not know any form of lust before entering the convent, they did 
speak of the lust they found within them while serving in the convent.

Upon approaching Sister Muffet, the man Armandoza did look her unflowered flesh from 
all parts.

"And you must be Sister Muffet. I have heard reports from your Mother Superior about 
you that glow with praise of your maturity."

Sister Muffet fell to her knees and told the Armandoza of the honor that had just been 
accorded her. Then she was permitted to rise again.

"Sister Muffet, you will soon flower. Will you not?"

"I pray that I shall not, Father."

"Are you not aware. Sister Muffet that you do indeed show the evidence that your 
flowering will soon be upon you? Are you not aware, Sister Muffet, that you first blood will 
soon spill?"

"Oh, most wise Father, I was not aware of such an accursed event. I shall need even more 
will to endure it, but I shall endure the beginning of my womanhood with the abstinence that I
have learned from the beautiful Mother Superior."

"You shall become aware of your impending seepage of woman's blood now, Sister 
Muffet. You shall touch your flesh and see the evidence. You shall know that you have not 
been selected by The Lord to remain without flowering and you shall know that it will soon be 
upon you. Know it now!!!"

With that, Sister Muffet did look down upon her breasts and touched. She was made to 
step forward and again bring out the passions within her and show the parts of her flesh to 
the other Sisters.

The littlest of the Sisters did touch and manipulate her Fingers around her chest and did 
know before all of the others that there was now the beginnings of a softness around her 
nipples. She did now know before all of the others that there were the beginning of the 
protective hairs around the middle of her pulpy seam and she did manipulate her fingers into 
her seam upon the urging of the wicked Father and did bring out the passions within her so 
the man Armandoza would be able to punish her.

She was punished!

Naked and shamed, the littlest of the Sisters was taken to the private chamber of the man 
Armandoza and in the name of God, she was. punished.

It was Sister Fawn who was punished the next day by the man Armandoza and on the day 
after that it was Sister Corinne who was found in need of punishment.

She was brought in her robe of scarlet into the private chamber of the man Armandoza. 
The woman Armandoza stood there, too.

"Kneel, you beautiful kumoke!" she was told first by the evil man.

She did kneel. She looked up to him. "I had a hope that you would be a rightful priest, 
Armandoza, but I see now that you are as wicked as the woman Armandoza," Sister Corinne 
said.

"Mother, we can speak to this one differently than the other, can we not?"

"We can speak to Corinne as we choose, son."

"You are both going to spend your eternities in hell. There will be the day that--"

"Silence, Corinne. You will not defy me or my son now. You will say and do as you are 
instructed. Describe your kumoke to my son to show that you are obedient."

"My kumoke is beginning to grow my light colored hairs over it again, and inside my 
kumoke, which Armandoza and I call my pussy, meowwww, meowwww, it is most pink and 
succulent, Father."

"Oh, mother, this is most excellent. Already, my member is thrusting out from within me 
and seeks the pussy of this Corinne. I shall have her and break her. First you, Corinne, shall kiss
the foot of my mother for what you have said to her."

Sister Corinne did indeed kiss the foot of the woman Armandoza.

She then looked up at the man Armandoza. "Please, Father. I am being tortured by your 
mother to act like this animal you see sniveling before you. She has threatened to perform the
most barbaric and cannibalistic of acts upon my fellow sisters if I fail to comply. Please, please,
Father, please tell me that you cannot be as wicked as she."

But he did not tell Sister Corinne that. He showed to Sister Corinne that he was even more 
wicked than his mother.

"Corinne, you have just blasphemed my mother. You will do as she has just instructed you, 
and you shall also be shown that my power does indeed extend even beyond that of my 
mother. This woman you look up to is in need of apology, and you shall express your sorrow 
to her now."

And Sister Corinne did express sorrow to the woman Armandoza.

The man Armandoza did look at the woman Armandoza and they did look down at the 
kneeling sister Corinne. The man Armandoza did put his arm around the woman Armandoza's
shoulder.

"For, you sweet little Corinne, I cannot have a harlot such as you speaking such things of 
my mother, for as you will witness, she is more than my mother. She is also my wife!!!"

With that, Sister Corinne did retch and closed shut her eyes while the mother and son 
Armandoza did meet their lips together.

Sister Corinne was forced to clean her vomit from the chamber.

She was forced to look upon the most primal and eldest of sins being committed in the 
House of The Lord with her own eyes.

She did protest it with her soul to them.

For that, she was bound by thick ropes to the bed of the two Armandozas.

For that, the woman Armandoza put on her I garb again and she did walk from the 
bedroom of lust, only to return a few moments later with Sister Mercy.

Upon witnessing Sister Corinne, the man Armandoza and upon witnessing the naked flesh 
of the woman Armandoza, Sister Mercy knew that Sister Corinne had been right.

"Sister Mercy, are you aware that of all the Sisters, Sister Corinne deems your flesh to be 
the most luscious. I even might venture to say that your flesh is as luscious as the flesh of 
Sister Corinne herself."

"Ohhhh, what hideous and ghastly deeds have been done, Sister Corinne. I will speak with 
all my pure soul of your purity to the other Sisters. I have been put upon and I have been 
beguiled all along by this most vile of women. Sister Corinne, I do beg your most humble 
forgiveness," Sister Mercy wept and sunk to her knees, looking up to the bound flesh and 
bound mouth of Sister Corinne, preventing Sister Corinne from warning Sister Mercy.

A sharp knife was put to the white throat of Sister Mercy by the woman Armandoza. 
"Mercy, you shall not tell anyone of what you see now."

"I shall if I am able to speak."

"But you shall not be able to speak."

"Mercy, your kumoke is wanting my member to meet it with all of my cravings. I shall have
you crawl to me and ask me to break your virginity with this member!" The most wicked man 
told her and he did take his member in his hand and did shake it at Sister Mercy in the most 
lewd of manners.

"I shall have the skin stripped from my body first."

"Mercy, you shall have the skin stripped from your body second," she was told by the man 
Armandoza, the knife of the woman Armandoza still at her white throat.

The tears of Sister Corinne did streak down her face as she witnessed Sister Mercy try to 
run from the chamber and get help.

Sister Corinne did struggle fiercely with the ropes that bound her, but it was all in vain. She
did let her cries escape from the corners of her mouth where the filthy undergarment of the 
woman Armandoza did bind her from speaking. Sister Corinne did witness Sister Mercy sink to
her knees upon seeing that the door to the chamber she had been brought to was bolted and
could not be opened by her.

Sister Corinne did witness the two wicked Armandoza pull the garb from the flesh of Sister
Mercy and she did witness the passion that did come to the face of Sister Mercy as she was 
held to the smooth floor of the chamber by the woman Armandoza and was mounted by the 
man Armandoza.

Sister Corinne did hear the screams that came from Sister Mercy as the naked man 
Armandoza did thrust his engorged brawn into the virginity of Sister Mercy and did rip the 
flesh of Sister Mercy that blocked the entrance of his filthy member into her.

Sister Corinne was made to witness the fundament of the wicked Armandoza man move 
up and down on the naked body of Sister Mercy.

Sister Corinne was made to witness the evil lust that consumed the face of the woman 
Armandoza as she held the thin arms of Sister Mercy while her son and her husband did rape 
her. Sister Corinne was made to witness the taunting words of the Armandoza woman upon 
the helpless and pure body of Sister Mercy while she was being raped.

The Armandoza woman did indeed put her lips to the lips of Sister Mercy while the 
Armandoza man hurt her virgin orifice. Sister Corinne did witness that Sister Mercy was a 
brave and courageous Sister as she did put her teeth to the lips of the Armandoza woman.

But the putrid and most decadent woman was only caused to laugh as her own blood 
trickled from her lip and she did insert a finger into her own ghastly womb as she bled and 
she did love the pain that was brought to her by the terrified Sister Mercy who no longer 
needed to have her arms held down.

The rape of Sister Mercy was consummated most brutally by the Armandoza man and the 
lust that came to the face of Sister Mercy was a lust that she could not be blamed for.

The filthy jism of the man Armandoza did travel from his member into the womb of Sister 
Mercy and did cause her flesh to twitch and contract around him.

The woman Armandoza, during that consummation did come to the bed where Sister 
Corinne lay helplessly and tormented her with her words while she cursed Sister Mercy and 
Sister Corinne and did force Sister Corinne to have passion while she was witnessing the rape 
of Sister Mercy.

The evil man Armandoza did remove his member from Sister Mercy and he left her on the 
smooth floor in a helpless and most frustrated rage.

The binding was taken from the mouth of Sister Corinne and upon threat of torture for 
Sister Mercy and other Sisters, Sister Corinne was made to wash the jism that clung to the 
large member of the lecherous priest with her mouth.

Oh, these horrid and most brutal of obscene acts that were put upon the two beautiful 
Sisters were not over with.

What transpired that wicked afternoon was surely the work of the devil and was pure 
madness for the two Sisters.

The bindings were taken from the limbs of Sister Corinne.

The two Armandozas pulled Sister Mercy to Sister Corinne. The two Sisters did willingly 
touch each other's flesh. They did embrace each other and cling to each other, but lust in that 
touch was a thing that they did not know. They knew compassion and sympathy for each 
other as they put their anus around their naked bodies and embraced, trying to warm their 
Sister and keep their Sister from feeling the fear that had been put upon them by the 
Armandozas.

"Which of you will curse God?"

Neither of the two would curse God.

"Sister Corinne, you will get to your knees and you will turn your back from Mercy and you
will tell her what her flesh is like!!"

"Sister Mercy, this awful thing was put upon me under the pain of seeing you and my 
other beautiful Sister's have their skin stripped from their bodies."

"Sister Corinne, you should have let it be done than let these devils have your will."

"It is not my will they have, oh beautiful Sister Mercy, but only my flesh. Please, Sister 
Mercy, please forgive me."

"It is you, beautiful Sister Corinne who should forgive me and our other Sister's for what 
we have all been tricked into putting upon you."

"This is enough now!!" the wicked man Armandoza said to them and stood over the two 
beautiful Sisters. "The two of you will become our complete slaves and you will do as we say 
to the letter. Will you not?"

Sister Mercy looked into the eyes of Sister Corinne.

"We will," they answered together as they did both know that it was only their flesh and 
not their souls that the wicked Armandozas could have. Sister Mercy and Sister Corinne did 
know that if they refused the demented cravings of the two Armandozas their Sisters would 
suffer for it.

Sister Corinne and Sister Mercy were told to lay on each other in opposite directions and 
clean each others abused wombs with their tongues.

They did that as the two Armandozas did fornicate next to them. Then while the most 
unnatural of passions was still upon the two beautiful Sisters, they were made to tell each 
other how they felt about each other.

The two Armandozas did not like what the two beautiful Sisters did say. The Armandozas 
did think in their sordid minds that they could turn the sisters on each other once more, but 
they did not.

"I have known you, Sister Mercy."

"And I have known you, Sister Corinne."

"I love with all of my heart and soul what I know of you, Sister Mercy."

For that, the two sisters were ordered to grapple with each other as if they were gladiators.

They did not do that.

They were both on their knees looking up at the Armandozas and expecting no mercy. 
They received none.

"Which of you will soothe the kumoke of my mother and wife?"

"We will both, but we will not hate each other, nor will we be forced to do things that will 
cause us to think thoughts of the other that do not express the love we feel for our souls." the 
two sisters did express those thoughts to the male Armandoza with like words.

"You shall do and say as we tell you to say. The two of you will now go to my mother and 
you will crawl on your bellies to go to her and you will both tell her and show her that you 
love with all of the lust that you are exhibiting and tell how you feel about doing it."

The two Sister's did as they were told as the bloated woman waited for them. They crawled
to her and with their passions they did both climb onto the enormous flesh of the woman 
Armandoza and lick with their tongues her complete body.

The large naked woman did let her passions out to the two Sisters and she touched them 
and tweaked them at will. As Sister Mercy and Sister Corinne were touching their flesh to the 
fat and filthy flesh of the Armandoza woman, the even more wicked Armandoza man did 
make the two beautiful Sisters feel the stinging lash of the whip upon their backs.

They were again put to their knees on the floor and looked up at the Armandoza man.

"Call me Jonathon, you two luscious kumokes."

They did. They were instructed to say and do more ghastly things to please his most 
concupiscent cravings.

"Please, Jonathon, let me put my mouth over your big beautiful member 'and suck out 
your wonderful juices."

"Please, Jonathon, let me have your big beautiful member in my little pussy and have you 
fock me until I am oozing all over with passion."

"Please wonderful woman Armandoza, let your lovely wastes onto my body and warm me 
with them."

"Please, beautiful woman Armandoza, let the two of us have one of your teats in our 
mouths while your most beautiful son and husband does shove whatever he chooses into the 
nether of our holes."

All of that was put upon the two beautiful sisters to say.

All of that was put upon the two beautiful sisters to endure.

The convent was not ruled by the Armandozas for more than two full days as the ten other
Sisters did their chores without suspecting any of the brutal things that were being done to 
their two other beautiful Sisters.

Sister's Mercy and Corinne were tricked into grappling with each other on the floor of the 
chamber, but they could not be tricked into hating each other or cursing God.

The evil Armandozas were becoming more frustrated every moment as the two 
courageous sisters, their virginity gone forever, their bodies livid with welts and bruises, 
steadily refused to hate each other and to curse the name of God.

Jonathon had an idea.

"Corinne, you will go to the bed and you will bind yourself to it!!"

Sister Corinne crawled to the bed and to her humiliation was forced to render herself 
helpless so the Armandozas could probe her flesh with what their wicked cravings desired to 
probe her with.

Her ankles were again tied to the ends of the bed and her lean and beautiful legs were 
spread open so wide her most vulnerable seam was paining her to tears.

Her arms had been tied by her wrists and her head was propped by soft and comfortable 
pillows so she could witness her own torment in luxury, she was told with much laughter by 
with two completely evil Armandozas,.

"Corinne, you will at this moment curse God, or you shall witness your luscious pussy sister
run around this room without her skin."

On her knees, Mercy looked up to the knife that the Armandoza woman held above her 
head and then Sister Mercy looked up at Sister Corinne. "If you curse God, I will hate you, 
beautiful Sister Corinne."

Sister Mercy did not hate Sister Corinne.

Jonathon Armendoza did have iron shackles in the holy convent of God and with those 
shackles he put the ankles and wrists of Sister Mercy together.

Jonathon Armandoza did put the short yellow hair of Sister Mercy into his fist and he 
pulled her like that to a velvet covered wall of the chamber and had her stand straight up.

The naked and ugly woman Armandoza did then stand behind Sister Mercy and keep her 
from falling down. Sister Corinne was reciting the Lord's prayer in harmony with Sister Mercy 
and looking into her eyes.

"Mercy, you sweet little pussy, you are loved by me and my mother. You will express your 
love for us now!" Jonathon Armandoza put the point of his sharp knife to the swelled pink 
nipple of Sister Mercy.

"I shall express my contempt for the two of you and I shall know that the two of you will 
be living your eternities in hell. With those words, I shall end my communications with you 
and I shall no longer acknowledge your miserable existence. I love God!!" As the knife pricked 
her swelled nipple, Sister Corinne did shout "I love you Sister Mercy. We shall both be seeing 
the face of God in Heaven!!"

Sister Mercy spoke not another word on this earth as she said she would.

The knife wielded by the depraved Jonathon Armandoza did slowly slice into her nipple.

Sister Corinne was positioned in such a way that she was made to witness the complete 
torment of Sister Mercy. She spoke not a word, either, and only screamed out her pain when 
Sister Mercy did and she did feel the pain that Sister Mercy did feel.

In the eyes of Sister Mercy, Sister Corinne was permitted to see the eyes of The Saviour, 
The Son of God, Jesus Christ, when he was crowned with thorns and was in his torment.

In the eyes of Sister Corinne, Sister Mercy was permitted to see the eyes and soul of The 
Saviour, The Son of God, Jesus Christ, when he was crowned with thorns and was in his 
torment.

The nipple of Sister Mercy was pricked and her blood seeped from her wound. The woman
Armendoza did continue to taunt her. "Pretty little Mercy, you are losing your teat, and you 
shall soon be ugly. Pretty little Mercy, you will soon be cursing God and you shall soon be 
cursing your pussy Sister. Fock on your nipple, Mercy, Fock on God!"

Mercy did not answer her vicious words, nor did she hear them.

"Ahhhhhh," the Armandoza lust moaned as the blade of his knife did remove the nipple 
from the breast of Sister Mercy.

The screams of Sister Mercy upon that awful torture were echoed by the screams of Sister 
Corinne.

The beautiful head of Sister Mercy began to move back and forth in violent quiverings as 
the blood did shoot out from her wound.

The knife of Jonathon Armandoza did trace with the point a fine line down the middle of 
the white belly of Sister Mercy as she screamed out her anguish in harmony with Sister 
Corinne.

A fine red line of blood did rise up on the flesh of Sister Mercy from in between her 
beautiful breasts all the way down to her navel and beyond.

"Yieeeeeee, ohhhhhhhhh, yaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" was the way that Sister Mercy did now breathe, 
and was the way that Sister Corinne did now breathe.

The pain that the beautiful sisters felt did bum and throb all through their bodies and was 
sent to their heads to receive even more anguish, but they did neither curse God or hate the 
other.

They were asked to do so and save Sister Mercy from further torture, but they did not, for 
it would be absolute and exact torture for them if they did curse God or were made to hate 
the other.

At the navel of Sister Mercy, a perpendicular line of blood formed when the knife of 
Jonathon Armandoza did dig into her flesh.

The yells and moans of the two Sisters did pierce the ears of the Armandozas but did only 
serve to excite their demented desires.

The two lines that were made on the flesh of Sister Mercy did begin to drip out her blood 
with more severity. The nipple that had been removed from her breasts had been thrown by 
Armandoza to the body of Sister Corinne.

The wound where Sister Mercy's nipple had been did slowly begin to cease the How of 
blood to trickles and the head of Sister Mercy did not rack itself with as much force as it had.

The moans and yells of anguish by Sister Mercy did diminish in their volume as the knife 
did cut into her flesh near the seat of her womanhood and did prick her there severely.

The body of Sister Mercy did show that it had felt the brutal stimulation by the knife.

Then the knife of Armandoza did cut into her flesh to form a triangle and met the top of 
the line that had begun in between her two breasts.

"Look, mother, see the pussy fock feel the passion from her disfigurement. She is indeed 
filled with the lust of the devil."

"Lovely son, they are all harlots. Look how the kumoke on the bed is feeling the passion 
from lusting at her sister's torment."

"I--I love you, Sister Corinne," Sister Mercy murmured. Her voice was hard to come by and 
it did come from her slowly and was oozing with the anguish her flesh was feeling.

The same voice of Sister Corinne did say and did mean what Sister Mercy had said to her.

Then the knife was put by Jonathon Armandoza to where the point of the triangle of 
blood stood right underneath the middle of the two breasts of Sister Mercy.

He pricked her flesh and pried the knife under her ripped flesh as her head again began to
rock to and fro with a violent and most involuntary movement.

The screams of Sister Mercy and Sister Corinne did again ring loud and reverberate 
through the walls of the chamber.

The horrible and brutal act that was put upon Sister Mercy's flesh was continued by 
Jonathon Armandoza while the woman Armandoza did stand to the side of Sister Mercy and 
hold her up with one hand and did continue to tweak her remaining nipple with her other 
hand.

The filthy mind of Jonathon Armandoza did make the knife peel the triangle of flesh from 
the body of Sister Mercy!

The skin that was peeled from her did come off after Jonathon Armandoza did slowly pry 
the knife under the flap of her flesh and he let the white skin that was removed from the body
of Sister Mercy fall to the smooth floor.

Sister Corinne, upon seeing the underflesh of Sister Mercy did wail with a most intense 
horror. Her ululations were severe enough to cause blood to come from her throat.

Sister Mercy, upon knowing that her flesh had been removed from her did also yell out her
anguish.

The veins and workings of the body of Sister Mercy were now visible to them all.

The shackles were removed from Sister Mercy and true to their evil words, Sister Mercy 
was made by the bestial Armandozas to run through the chamber in her underflesh.

Sister Mercy did scream out her pain to Sister Corinne and Sister Corinne did feel what 
Sister Mercy felt as Sister Mercy did run to Sister Corinne and did put her wounded body on 
the body of Sister Corinne who still remained helpless.

The lips of the two Sisters did meet and truly the Kiss of God they did know that they did 
feel then.

Sister Mercy did shiver as she lay on the body of Sister Corinne and she did not want to 
die.

The two Armandozas did sit on a comfortable chair and did laugh and did further taunt 
the two most beautiful sisters while they continued to perform their Original Sin in the House 
of The Lord.

Sister Mercy put the underflesh that had been made to be revealed from her body on the 
body of Sister Corinne and did put her hands under the body of Sister Corinne and did 
embrace her with love in her heart and her mind.

Sister Corinne did keep her lips to the lips of Sister Mercy through the completion of her 
torment.

"Sister Mercy, put your pain to me and I shall bear it," Sister Corinne said to Sister Mercy, 
but she did not say it with words.

"I have no pain, Sister Corinne. My love of God has freed me from pain," Sister Mercy did 
reply to Sister Corinne, but she did not say it with words.

The body of Sister Mercy did begin to shudder with violent movements upon the body of 
Sister Corinne. And then the heart of Sister Mercy was stopped forever.





EPILOGUE


Sister Corinne was forced under pain of torture like that of the torture of Sister Mercy to wear 
the robe of the harlot and to go to her room when the cold flesh that covered the soul of 
Sister Mercy was disposed of in such a manner that your narrator will speak no more of it.

It was the next morning when the eleven Sisters were again lined up by the Armandozas 
and called upon to disrobe. The failure of Sister Mercy to appear was attributed by the man 
Armandoza to the fact that she had sinned and been taken and nothing further was said and 
nothing further was asked by any of the other Sisters.

My great grandmother did endure many months of torture, before she finally escaped 
from that evil establishment of Satan's.

She was great with child when she approached the town to seek refuge with the parish 
priest.

Great was the astonishment of the kindly priest, when she told her tale. She was taken into
the priest's establishment where she worked for him as his housekeeper, raising her child in 
the ways of God, a godly woman herself, and much loved.

The irate townspeople stormed the convent, and the evil Armandozas were burned at the 
stake and the convent emptied of its hapless, benighted thralls.

Thus ends my tale, praise be to God!


The End
