Beast Raped Nun
by Paul Gable


FOREWORD 

Though the contemplative life, the closed world of various religious orders, 
is seemingly removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such 
is not the case. 

The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are 
also part of the makeup of today's priests and nuns. One has only to witness 
their increasing flight from cloister to hearth. 

Herein is the story of one such individual, Sister-Theresa. After years of 
convent life, she comes to realize that she cannot deny her physical needs. 
She soon stumbles on a terrible secret, a conspiracy of degradation and 
perversity beyond any she could have imagined. As Sister Theresa struggles 
to rescue the poor souls caught up in this web of iniquity, she finds that 
she herself becomes a victim, indeed, that even her life is endangered. 

Hers is the story of a young nun caught up in a battle of conflicting 
desires, trapped in a devious web of debauchery she has small hope of 
destroying. A novel about human frailties. About one woman's battle against 
evil. A work of fiction with a message for us all. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

No, I can't do this. It's against my faith! 

She had always been told she was a beautiful girl. Janet thought little 
about it. Throughout her early years the girl had taken an inordinate 
interest in the Catholic church, listening intently as the nuns in Catechism 
classes told stories of the saints and their difficult triumphs. Compared to 
what she saw as the seedy moral life around her, their lives burned with 
blinding purity. She too wished she could find that kind of life and shine 
with that kind of light. 

Those around her, however, thought little of her beliefs. Her parents 
thought it was a phase. The boys at school wanted to watch her round, taut 
ass wiggle as she walked briskly down the high-school corridor. Others 
stared at her firm, high-riding tits jiggling under her blouse. Janet 
ignored their attention. She would renounce them, devote herself to God. In 
the times of drugs, teenage drinking, so much fucking and sucking she often 
had to clap her hands over her ears and run from the school bathrooms to 
keep from hearing about it, Janet had decided to renounce that world. After 
much thought, the girl decided she had the "calling," the desire to fully 
embrace the Catholic church and become a nun. 

Friends and family alike were stunned by her decision, announced shortly 
after her graduation. But they did nothing to stop her, hoping the training 
would quickly change her mind and make the girl come to her senses. Four 
years later she took the final vows. 

Please, please help me! she thought. 

She had hoped to find peace from the powerful passions the girl felt surging 
through her ever since she was twelve. But Janet-now Sister 
Theresa-continued to be assailed by them. At times the throbbing and 
pressure in her pussy were so strong she could hardly walk. Dropping to her 
knees in prayer, Sister Theresa prayed to God to take away her lusts, to 
turn her thoughts away from the flesh and toward the cross. Fervent prayer 
worked. But now, standing in front of the cracked mirror after her shower, 
Sister Theresa found it difficult to think of the simplest prayer. "Ohhhh!" 

She closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her 
young, unplowed cunt felt hot and very, very moist. 

"I mustn't ... touch myself ... mustn't..." Sister Theresa whispered, her 
brain whirling around in confusion. The pressure was building, making her 
belly so hot. Leaning forward, resting her upper thighs against the cool 
porcelain sink,-the young woman peered into the reflection facing her. 

This is a crisis of the spirit. Why should I feel ashamed? Saints have felt 
this and triumphed. Why shouldn't I? Sister Theresa thought; staring at the 
beads of moisture standing on her tits. Small rivers of water mixed with 
perspiration trickled between her deep cleavage and curled into her navel. 
She could feel her cunt muscles tensing and that resounding pulsation 
started over again and again. She breathed hard, her chest rising and 
falling heavily, her tits rolling together with her subtle body movements. 

A church! I should have chosen a church! 

Although she decided to be a nun, Janet felt she couldn't bury herself in a 
cloister the rest of her life. She was an active young woman, needing 
people, wanting to feel wanted and useful. While in high school the young 
blonde teen had involved herself with drug and alcohol rehabilitation 
programs. It seemed only natural, then, that she choose an active order of 
nuns, a group who worked with society rather than simply prayed for it. 

After some training in basic sociology and psychology, Sister Theresa and 
two other young nuns were assigned to the Holy Family Halfway House in 
Venice, a beachside community in Los Angeles. There she and the others 
worked with county social workers, counseling teenagers and young adults who 
were either brought there by the authorities or who voluntarily sought help. 

But contact with men-young men in particular-began to erode Sister Theresa's 
faith in her vow of chastity. That, she knew, would be the strongest test of 
her faith. Even when she ran from those dreadful sex stories the other girls 
whispered in the bathrooms Janet felt excited, turned on by stories about 
men and how they tried to fuck girls whenever they could. Sitting opposite a 
young, hostile teenager, trying to reason with him while he insulted her 
with filthy words, Sister Theresa could barely hide her feelings of lust. 
They surged through her with the power of a cascading waterfall. How her 
fingers trembled! How her voice broke with emotion while she tried to work 
with these confused people! "Ummmmm!" 

Sister Theresa sucked in a ragged breath. Biting down on her lower lip, she 
could taste blood. Good-it was her way of punishing herself for what was 
happening down there between her white, shivering legs. 

"Deliver me from Satan, oh Lord," Sister Theresa wispered thickly. 

It was dream-like. Could this really be happening, right here at the halfway 
house where she and her fellow sisters lived? Janet's heart pounded wildly 
in her chest. That awful tingly sensation she felt now was that weakness she 
always experienced when she surfaced from one of her dreams. Those dreams! 
Those terrible, terrible dreams that had been assailing her for the past 
year! She nearly climaxed just as she awakened from them, just as reality 
blended with the twisted and bizarre images of her tortured unconscious. How 
hard it was then to muster her strength and pray, pray to God to forgive 
her, pray to God to take away that awful and yet delicious itch down deep in 
her cunt. 

Sister Theresa opened her eyes and saw that her nostrils were flared. 

A mare in rut! she thought to herself, her fingers and palm massaging her 
flat belly, then slowly working lower until she felt the blonde wiry pussy 
hairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails. 

Sister Theresa giggled hysterically, feeling the awesome and frightening 
power in her cunt. She felt her clit tighten and throb while a painful spasm 
passed through her pussy and radiated up to her belly. With another low moan 
the young nun rocked her thighs from side to side, smiling to herself while 
enjoying the delicious wet friction in her cunt. Yes, yes, this was 
wonderful! Her fingers moved down, pushing aside the thicket of her cuntal 
curls. Every nerve ending in her snatch seemed to be standing up, pulsing 
with sexual excitement as Sister Theresa began to go farther with herself 
than ever before. 

"I ... can't do this, I can't go through with it!" Sister Theresa sobbed, 
her head falling forward. She steadied herself against the sink, moving her 
right hand away from her juicing pussy. The young nun tried to get hold of 
herself, tried to fight down the burning sensation that was starting to take 
over her body. How her knees threatened to buckle! How her flesh burned, and 
how swollen her tits and belly felt! Peering through the long blonde hair 
curtaining her face, Janet saw how swollen with lust her face was. She could 
hardly recognize herself as the young nun who had renounced worldly pleasure 
to serve God and society! 

God? Sister Theresa almost laughed. How could she possibly be thinking of 
God with her clit burning like this? Once more surrendering to the flesh, 
the small nun moved her fingers back to her cunt, letting them work their 
way over the fuzzy mound down, down to her clit. "Ahhhhhh!" 

Sister Theresa moved her fingertips along the wet fringes of her cunt lips. 
How her pussy muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again, actually 
making her snatch move under her light touch! 

"OHHHHH!" 

A particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt, pitching the young 
nun forward. Sister Theresa rested her burning forehead against the mirror, 
sobbing, gasping for breath. She couldn't stop herself now. Not all the 
prayers in the world could save her from herself. She had let the thing get 
out of control. Never before had the burning in her pussy gotten this 
intense! 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" 

Her fingertips were wet with pussy juice. Did all women get this wet when 
excited? No one had really discussed the facts of life with her. Her mother 
had always been too embarrassed to say anything, always referring the 
inquiring girl to books or lectures. In school, although sex education was 
mandatory, Janet had cut class, too ashamed to listen to the teacher explain 
fucking while she knew boys were watching her. 

Pulling back from the mirror she saw the glass misted by her breath. She saw 
the dark red nipples get longer, stiffer as her excitement increased. The 
sight of her aroused body excited her even more. Closing her eyes, Sister 
Theresa saw a host of young men's faces flash in front of her. All of them 
were so hostile, and yet so handsome! How often she wanted to reach out and 
touch them, run her fingers over their cheeks, even kiss them! And yet her 
calling had prevented her from doing that. Even though they called her names 
and laughed at her, they kept their distance from her, silently 
acknowledging the barrier created by her habit. "Oh, oh, OHHHH!" 

She couldn't touch herself like this any more. It was forbidden by all the 
holy fathers, by all the Church writings! And yet could she keep her hands 
from moving forward? Trembling, sweating, leaning heavily against the sink, 
Sister Theresa eased two fingers into her cunthole. 

"AHHHH!" 

Her lower jaw slackened and a rush of air gushed from her lungs. Snapping 
her head back, the young nun jerked forward violently. How deliciously 
strange it felt to have something inside her! How soft, slick, tender the 
insides of her pussy felt! Her fingertips slid over the bumps and hollows of 
her swollen cuntmeat. At times she felt the sensitive ring of cuntal muscles 
tighten around her invading digits. How she gasped when that happened! It 
felt as if the entire world had crashed into her cunt. Nothing mattered any 
more. All she could think of was satisfying the powerful surges coursing 
through her pussy, turning her from a devoted young Catholic nun into a 
street slut. Lust surged through her belly and gushed through every square 
inch of her pitching, reeling body. "Uhhh, uhhghhhhh!" 

The young nun wanted to touch herself all over. If only she could have the 
sensation of being pawed, of having a man straddling her, holding her 
tightly between his hairy legs while moving his hands up and down her tits, 
kneading her flesh, sliding his hands around her buttocks until he was 
fingering her ass-hole and pussy at the same time while drilling his tongue 
into her mouth. 

Terrible! Awful, hellish thoughts! And yet they crashed through her confused 
mind. Filthy stories she heard other girls tell of their boyfriends now came 
back in all their lurid detail. Sister Theresa had thought she'd put them 
all from her mind. But now they played like an X-rated movie in her brain. 

"Uhhhhghhahhh!" 

She couldn't take much more of this. The young nun was feeling faint from 
all the excitement and pleasure. Her tiny feet slid over the tiled bathroom 
floor as she danced an obscene dance of lust and fulfillment. A man! Yes, 
she needed a man, a hard-dicked man over her, fucking her, raping her, 
making her heel to his every perverted lust! 

Her shoulders moved up and down as she leaned forward farther. Her 
stiff-tipped boobs rubbed on the slick glass while her fingers slid deeper 
into her clenching fuck-hole. The young nun moved her hand up until she was 
touching her clit once again. "FUCK!" 

Had she cried that out? Did anyone hear her? Sister Theresa caught herself, 
desperately trying to calm down. In spite of her present condition, the 
young nun was well aware of where she was and what her duty was. What could 
she tell Mother Superior, should she burst into the bathroom and find her 
like this? 

What am I becoming? How can I be a bride of Christ while I have this 
terrible feeling in my pussy? 

Sister Theresa pinched her clit, rolling the tiny sex spindle like a pea 
between her thumb and forefinger. Her knees buckled and the girl was barely 
able to catch herself. The young nun rubbed her tits harder and faster 
against the mirror. 

"Man, a man," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side. 

Pictures of more young men flashed in her mind. She thought of a particular 
boy-tall, black-haired, ruggedly handsome with a haughty look. Sister 
Theresa remembered how her pussy throbbed when she spoke quietly with him, 
questioned him about his drug problem, about why he was dealing, ruining his 
life. 

"AHHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa pinched her clit while thrusting her hips from side to side. 
She was gasping, crying out, sobbing, thinking of that handsome young man 
and his friends who called her all those foul names. How she would have 
loved to have them there now, all of them, pawing her, fucking her, licking 
her flesh! Ohhhh, how the devil had made his home in her mind! And how 
welcome she made him! 

"NNNGHHH!" 

Sister Theresa stuck her fingers deep in her wet, velvety pussy, jerking her 
thumb and forefinger back and forth with quicker movements. She made her 
clit ache and throb with desire. Never before had the young woman felt such 
power, such .terrible pleasure soar through her body and mind. She was 
sucking in lungfuls of air, twisting in the throes of her lust. Climax! The 
word made her shiver. She had heard about orgasm from some of her girl 
friends and teachers. And now she was going to experience that wonderful 
sensation! 

"No, I can't ... can't!" 

For the last time the young nun tried to stop the overpowering sensations in 
her body. Impossible. All she could think about was her pussy and her 
fingers now sawing through it. Her mind was so full of what was happening 
between her legs that she didn't hear the door of the bathroom creak open. 

"OHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa felt herself teetering on the brink of a dark, deep chasm. 
"Come, come!" 

Where did that word come from? It was silly, coming from ... from what? 
Coming from hell, from Satan? It didn't matter. The touch of her fingers 
made her forget about everything for the moment. The sounds of the slick 
clicking of her fingers over her squishy cuntflesh rang in her ears. And 
then the spasms cut through her like a bolt of lightning. Come. It was a 
beautiful word. 

"Come ... come..." she gasped, one hand buried in her pussy while the other 
was clutching at the tight mat of her blonde cuntal hairs. Her swollen cunt 
lips were grabbing at her fucking fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as 
she pitched over the brink of orgasm. 

"OHHHH!" 

Delicious spasms of lust rocked her body. She swayed against the sink like a 
drunk. Her knees started to give way and she sank slowly, crying, toward the 
bathroom floor. 

"No no!" 

Sucking in more air Sister Theresa gave her clit a final jerk. Her powerful 
climax surged over her cunt, making the young woman gasp, stiffen, rock back 
and forth. Her buttocks jiggled and danced, the small firm ass-cheeks 
slapping together. 

"HUHHHRRR! HUHHHHHRRRR!" 

She was on her toes, jerking her hips as the hot juice in her pussy boiled 
over her fingers and trickled down her inner thighs. The nun didn't care who 
heard her now. She was whirling about in her own private world of brilliant 
lights and powerful cuntal climaxes. She laughed and sobbed as the last of 
her orgasm swept through her snatch. She moved her fingers in and out 
dreamily, rubbing the heel of that fucking hand over her pussy mound. She 
thought of a story Mother Superior had told her, a story about how she, as a 
missionary in Africa, was kidnapped by a band of terrorists in Kenya. In the 
jungle camp she and three other young nuns had been stripped, humiliated, 
then raped repeatedly. 

As the Mother Superior told this story her face turned gray and her lips 
tightened. But, Sister Theresa thought, a kind of animal light glimmered in 
the old woman's eyes. Was it excitement, the same kind of perverse 
excitement she was feeling now in front of the misted mirror? 

"Uhhhhghhh!" 

What was happening? She had achieved climax, and yet her cunt was hot, 
clenching, tight, begging for more. If only she could have the sensation of 
being filled! 

No, terrible, terrible, Sister Theresa thought, wondering how many Stations 
of the Cross she would have to make to expiate this terrible crime against 
God. Yet, with this in mind, the petite nun moved one hand up to her tits 
and started pinching the hard nipples, rolling them between her icy, 
trembling fingers, pretending her fingers belonged to that tall young man 
she had been counseling earlier. 

"OHHHHHHH!" 

Her belly heaved and her buttocks clenched together tightly while the balls 
of her feet slapped wetly on the tiled floor. She raised and dipped her hips 
in a wild dance of animal lust, squeezing her cunt muscles against her 
fucking fingers as another powerful climax roared over her cunt. 

"So, this is how the good sister behaves, eh?" a tall lean young man barked 
from behind. 

Sister Theresa screamed, covering her tits and cunt. She pitched backward, 
slapping her ass-cheeks against the sink as she tried to avoid the man's 
reach. 

While the three other hoods laughed he chased her into a corner, his hands 
reaching for her shoulders. Glancing down Sister Theresa noticed a bulge in 
his trousers. It was the young Italian she'd been fantasizing about! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Don't hurt me!" 

Sister Theresa's eyes widened as she stared helplessly at the young man in 
front of her. 

"Hypocrite!" he spat, his smile fading as he tightened his grip on her naked 
shoulders. "You fill my head full of that religious crap, then come up here 
and jerk yourself off. Whatcha waitin' for, some hot priest with a big 
dick?" 

"Hey, we got the others locked up in one of the offices downstairs. They're 
pretty fuckin' ugly, but this one's got class." 

"Yeah," he muttered. "Class of a whore." 

Tolbo. Rico Tolbo! That was his name. He and his brothers had been dealing 
in drugs ever since they were kids. Though they never took any, they were 
considered some of the prime handlers of coke and superweed in the West Los 
Angeles area. The authorities had arrested them several times, but never 
were able to pin anything on them. To ease some of the official pressure 
coming down hard lately, the Tolbo brothers had agreed to attend the drug 
rehab program Sister Theresa worked on. 

But what were they doing here now, at nearly midnight? Why had they invaded 
her privacy now? Why had they taken the other sisters and apparently Mother 
Superior prisoner downstairs? 

"Watch the old biddies downstairs while I handle this one," Rico said, 
dragging the terrified young nun from the bathroom. Sister Theresa's bare 
feet slid over the corridor floor, her hands still desperately trying to 
cover both her tits and pussy. She could almost feel the young stud's breath 
on her naked back as he shoved her forward. "Here-your room?" 

Rico shoved her to one side through an open doorway. It was one of their 
bedrooms, sparsely furnished. A narrow single bed with an iron frame, one 
wooden dresser and a chair were all the furnishings there were in this 
cubicle. On the wall opposite the bed hung a picture of the Savior, a crown 
of thorns on his head, his hands spread out lovingly. 

"Name's Rico Tolbo in case you forgot," he muttered, slamming the door shut 
behind him with a loud bang. "You ain't never gonna forget who I am." He 
reached forward and flung Sister Theresa back on the bed. She lay on her 
back, weeping, shivering, staring with abject terror at the big man towering 
over her. 

"What do you want?" she managed to get out between the sobs. 

"Info," he said, reaching down and unbuckling the long, metal-buckled 
leather belt from around his waist. He held one end tightly with his right 
hand, the veins leading to his knuckles standing out. Beads of sweat broke 
out on the young nun's forehead. Was he going to beat her with that thing? 
What kind of information did he want? 

"Anything. I'll tell you anything," she gasped, her eyes focused on the long 
narrow weapon dangling from his hand. 

"Good," he said, his face registering disappointment at her quick 
acquiescence. "Last night we were here at that damned sing-along session you 
had," he began, looping the belt and tapping it regularly against one 
thick-muscled thigh. "You remember?" 

She shook her head up and down. 

"You were talkin' to my brother Sal ... the little fat one," Rico continued. 
"He gave you somethin' ... said it was a present for his girl and he was 
afraid we'd steal it to buy drugs to sell, right?" 

Sister Theresa held her head, trying to remember last night. Did the other 
Tolbo give her something? No, no, she remembered talking to him, but there 
was no package. 

"Your brother didn't give me a thing," she protested. 

"You're lying', " he said savagely. "Now tell the truth or I'll beat the 
shit outta you." 

He opened the loop of the belt and it hung like a weapon in front of her. 
Sister Theresa screamed, scooting back on the mattress until she felt her 
back pressed against the iron headrest. 

"I don't know anything," she shouted. 

"Roll over," he ordered. 

Protesting, nearly choking on her tears, the weeping nun did as she was 
told. She could almost feel his hungry eyes surveying her body, caressing 
her smooth, rounded buttocks, her tight-muscled thighs, her narrow 
shoulders. Sister Theresa felt so ashamed, so embarrassed. And yet the girl 
could feel her pussy spasming and throbbing. It was insane. She was being 
humiliated, threatened, degraded by this foul man. He had seen her thrashing 
about in the throes of a vile sin and mocked her. And still she felt 
excited, lustful, wanting him to violate her. 

"Tell me where the hell you put that package. We want it now!" 

"I'm telling you there's no..." 

The next thing that came from her throat was a piercing shriek. Rico jerked 
his right hand up, snapping the belt through the air and bringing down the 
broad band of black leather across her buttocks. Sister Theresa curled her 
fingers around the pillow, tearing the casing with her nails, burying her 
face in the soft material while her legs jerked apart from the force of that 
blow. 

"Tell me." 

Rico swung the belt over his head again, the thick leather sizzling across 
her flesh. Sister Theresa screamed again into the pillow, her knees snapping 
up, digging into the groaning mattress. Her chest and throat hurt as the 
burning heat from the blows shot through her cunt. The belt smacked down a 
third time, raising a purplish welt from her white ass-flesh. 

"AHHHHH!" 

Tears rolled down her cheeks as her buttocks danced under the increasingly 
savage blows. Sister Theresa squirmed on the squeaking bed, whimpering as 
Rico's belt thrashed her ass. 

"Ohhh, stop, stop it!" she wailed, digging her fingers into the pillow. 
Tears rolled into her mouth as she kept begging the young hood to leave her 
alone. 

"That was a box full of the best H in town, Sister. It cost a lot of people 
a lot of trouble to get. And now you're holdin' out on me. Goddamn if I know 
why the hell you're doin' it. But Goddamn it, you're gonna tell or I'll skin 
you alive." 

Sister Theresa tried not to cry. But the leather burned so much. Her 
buttocks felt as though they were being branded with the belt. She could 
hear Rico's breathing become more labored as he crisscrossed his killing 
strokes. Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Would she be able to control herself? 

"Ohhhhh!" 

The young nun doubted she would be able to stand much more of this 
brutality. Her knees dug harder into the mattress. Rico moved around toward 
the center of the bed, bringing down the tip of the belt at the lower end of 
her asscrack. She felt the leather bite the tip of her clit and screamed at 
that touch. Her knees snapped together while a crazy electric jolt shot 
through her pussy. 

"Goddamn it, TALK!" 

Rico shook his head violently, knocking off the drops of sweat beading his 
cheeks and chin. Already the searing pain had spread into Sister Theresa's 
cunt. Instead of agony, instead of the killing pain she should be feeling, 
the young woman began to feel a pleasurable warmth spreading all through her 
pussy mound, radiating up to her belly, making her nipples stiff once more. 
She was responding to this beating, actually welcoming it! Moving her legs 
against one another she could feel the wetness on her thighs. "Oh, ARGHHH!" 

Sister Theresa arched her back, snapping her head up, whipping her long 
blonde hair across her shoulders. With each blow her cuntal nerves vibrated 
like struck tuning forks. The tiny clit ached and throbbed as it had done 
before when she thought she was in the privacy of the bathroom. The nun 
clutched the pillow harder now, trying to keep from sliding her hands down 
to ease the pressure and delightful agony in her dripping cunt. 

"Fuck, fuck you, you Goddamned little bitch!" Rico grunted, his arms aching 
from the beating. 

Sister Theresa chewed the pillow and hid her lust-bloated face from the 
young man. Her ass-cheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing 
rhythmically, matching the blows from the belt. As Rico slowed his beating, 
the young woman raised her ass in a silent, vulgar attempt to take on the 
last of the attack. 

"You ... you like this," Rico said, realizing at last just what kind of 
woman was twisting on the bed under him. 

"No, no, that's not true! You awful man," she sobbed, clutching the pillow 
as if her life depended on it. Sister Theresa could hardly get the words 
out. He saw! He knew what was going on in her mind. She wished at that 
moment she could die, rise to heaven and be judged before she committed any 
more sins. 

He smiled down at her. He liked women like that, women who had strength, who 
enjoyed a lot of pushing around. It didn't matter whether or not this was a 
nun. In fact, it excited him. He was turning on a woman who had sworn never 
to have anything to do. with sex. His dark brown eyes glittered with 
excitement as he threaded the belt back through the loops of his trousers. 

"Still ain't gonna talk, eh?" 

Sister Theresa turned her tear-streaked face toward the wall. If only she 
could hold on. Surely he'd come to his senses, realize he was violating a 
person sacred to God! Then she could be alone with her sins, come to terms 
with them, start the years of penance she knew she'd have to perform. 

The bed sagged as Rico sat at one end. The smell of his sweat came through 
his flannel shirt. It was an odor that excited and repulsed her at the same 
time. Letting out a little whimper she turned her head and shoved her face 
into the pillow. 

"I don't think you get what I want, Sister," Rico said, trailing one finger 
down the small of her back. He smiled, watching her flesh quiver and pucker 
up into goose pimples. "Me, I don't give a fuck about the Church, about God, 
about you and those others down there. I think you're all wastin' your time 
bo win' and all that shit in church. But that's up to you," he said, moving 
his finger down, down until it was playing with the pink flesh of her 
ass-hole. Sister Theresa shuddered, hunching her shoulders up while 
clenching her buttocks together. Was he going to shove his finger up her 
butt? "That package's pretty damned important to me. I gotta deliver it or 
I'm gonna lose a lot more than cash, capische?" 

"No one gave me anything!" she said, wondering why in the name of God he 
wouldn't believe her, a nun, a woman sworn to tell the truth. "I wouldn't 
lie to you." 

"Just like you don't play with yourself, eh? You're not supposed to do that 
either, but man, you was bouncin' around in heat, comin' like you had a dick 
in you. Fuck, you were so hot you almost cried when you shot off." 

His crude words made the young nun burn with shame. 

"Well, you're gonna dance nice and pretty when I shove my cock into that 
cunt of yours." 

Sister Theresa stiffened with horror, jerking her head around and staring up 
at him, her eyes wild with disbelief. 

"No ... no, you're not going to ... not going..." 

He stood back up, the bed springs groaning with the sudden absence of his 
muscular weight. 

"But if you tell me where you hid that package, you won't have to lose that 
cherry of yours," he said, spreading both hands out. 

"I don't know anything about a package. I swear, no one gave me anything," 
she cried desperately. 

"Maybe you need something to stir that memory then," he said, unbuckling his 
pants. Sister Theresa turned her head away and stared blankly at the wall. 
She could hear the material of his pants sliding down over his legs. There 
was the metallic sound of the buckle striking the floor, then the dragging 
sound of his trousers sliding across the floor as he stepped out of them. 
Sister Theresa began to pray, thinking of Mother Superior and her story of 
being kidnapped and raped. She stood up to the test of faith. Sister Theresa 
too, she felt, would pass this test. 

But even as she prayed the young nun began to quiver and grow hot all over. 
Her pussy started twitching while fuck juice flowed out of her hairy 
cunthole. She could feel the wrinkled sheet growing wet, sticking 
uncomfortably to her thighs as she slid her legs against one another. Her 
clit began to tingle as if a thousand hot needles were pricking that 
sensitive organ. 

Rico was laughing at her as he watched her move her hips back and forth. The 
pressure in her cunt seemed to swell through her belly while her buttocks 
opened and closed obscenely in front of the grinning young man. 

"Why don't you turn around and take a look at what's gonna pop that ol' 
cherry of yours?" Rico said, stepping out of his white cotton jockeys and 
dropping them on the floor next to his pants and boots. "Come on, look at 
me, you Goddamned little slut bitch." 

Slowly Sister Theresa did as she was told. 

"OH!" 

The young woman shrank back, her head hitting the wall. Her eyes widened. 
That thing was huge, looking as if it belonged more between a stallion's 
hindquarters than between a man's legs. The balls below that throbbing cock 
were swollen with lust. And that reddish, purple tip glistened under the 
lights. 

"Bet you ain't never seen somethin' this big before," he said proudly, 
dropping one hand and scratching his balls. Sister Theresa shivered, 
watching that huge thing bob back and forth. "But if you're a nun, you 
probably ain't never seen one of these before, big or small. Yeah, this is 
your first time," the young man said, a broad smile crossing his lips. 

"No, no, take it away!" she cried, putting both hands up to her face and 
twisting away. 

"Yeah, take a good look at it. It's gonna tear your fuckin' cunt apart if 
you don't tell me what you did with that damned package. 

What was the use? He didn't believe her. Even if she lied and told him where 
she thought it might be, he'd be back with rage in his mind. God only knows 
what he'd do to her then. No, she had to trust in her faith, pray to God to 
help her through this trial. 

"Forgive him, Father, for he knows not what he does," the young nun muttered 
as Rico climbed into bed next to her shaking body. 

"Yeah, say a little prayer for me. Pray that I don't come too fast in your 
pussy." 

She felt his body pressing against hers and shivered. In her mind she 
pictured that cock bobbing, droplets of cream being smeared across the 
spongy red tip. She could smell his sweat, the odor now more powerful 
because his hairy groin was completely exposed. It was the smell of a man, 
an aroma that triggered something powerful in her cunt. Sister Theresa 
fought that force as if it were the devil himself. 

"Give me strength," she muttered between clenched teeth. 

"Roll over. Unless you want me to fuck you in the ass, roll over." 

Sister Theresa rolled over, lying on her back, her arms tensed, her knees 
clenched tightly together, her eyes closed, the picture of a martyr about to 
be sent to the flames. 

Rico wrinkled up his forehead in disgust. He hadn't expected this kind of 
resistance. Kicking, biting, screaming, twisting would have been exciting, a 
real turn on. But this kind of passivity made him feel a pang of guilt for a 
moment. 

"I'll warm you up," he muttered, rolling on top of the young nun and holding 
her wrists tightly with both hands. 

Sister Theresa felt a shock of lust course through her body the moment the 
full hairy, hot weight of his body came to rest on her tits and belly. He's 
going to fuck me now! she thought with terror, feeling that glowing red-hot 
dickhead brushing over her inner thighs. But as quickly as it came, the 
sensation disappeared. He was off her now, moving down. 

Slitting her eyes open Sister Theresa peered down through her eyelashes. He 
still held onto her wrists, immobilizing her hands while moving his head 
down, down toward her crotch. 

"Wait ... don't ... don't!" Sister Theresa cried, realizing what he was 
going to do. 

"You ain't got much choice," he said, glad that this move put life back into 
the young woman. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Sister Theresa felt his cheeks wedged between her thighs. He was going to 
put his mouth on her pussy. The thought of it made her sick. This was going 
to be more than a simple rape. He wanted to turn her into a partner, a 
willing participant in this horrible scene. Would her faith protect her from 
her own drives? Silently Sister Theresa began to move her lips as she felt 
his hot breath blowing through her kinky blonde cuntal curls. 

"Ohhhhh ... God, God!" 

But was she praying or giving voice to the lewd feelings tightening her 
pussy? She could hardly tell reality from fantasy any longer. She was 
spinning around and around while the smooth rub of Rico's lips forced her 
cunt lips apart. How strange it was to have his mouth pressed against her 
swelling pussy. As much as she tried, Sister Theresa couldn't find the 
willpower to concentrate on God and drive away the delicious, hot feelings 
rippling through her pussy. He had her spread apart, pinned to the bed, 
twisting helplessly under him. "NO, NO, NO!" 

Rico watched as her chest heaved, her big tits rolling together. She moved 
her head from side to side, feeling his unshaven cheeks brushing first one 
inner thigh, then the other. He was growling like an animal at feeding time 
as he teased her outer pussylips, tracing his tongue along the wet, rubbery 
edges. Sister Theresa felt the hot juices seeping out, wetting down her 
thighs, her buttocks, her ass-hole. The ticklish sensation of his lips and 
tongue against her pussy was maddening. And ohhhh, what a feeling coursed 
through her body when he stuck his tongue in her slit, seeming to be 
searching for a still hotter place. 

"Ohhhhh!" Sister Theresa cried, her fingers clawing at the sheet. He was 
rimming the lower part of her cuntal mouth, slurping, drinking in her 
flowing juices. The young nun was shamed, humiliated in front of this young 
man. He was watching her degrade herself. She was betraying the most sacred 
vows blatantly. Stiffening in embarrassed fright, the nun tried once more to 
fight off those delicious feelings taking her over. Impossible! 

"Oh, God, what are you doing?" 

Rico saw she was helpless, a pliant tool in his hands. Letting go of her 
wrists he rolled her first one way, then the other, moving his hands down to 
her pussy and holding her cunt lips apart with his fingers. He was scouring 
each steamy hollow of her pussy with his tongue, sucking at times, rubbing 
his lips teasingly over the slick bumps and valleys at others. 

"God in heaven, help me, help me!" Sister Theresa cried in vain. But no 
angel, no god came to stop the overflow of sexual sensations tearing her to 
pieces. God's bride had become Satan's whore. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Rico's fingers cut into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was 
spreading her apart inch by excruciating inch. She felt as if she were 
tearing in two, and yet that pulling tension added wonderfully to the steady 
friction of his mouth against her pussy. 

Without thinking, Sister Theresa abandoned all pretext of modesty and 
religion, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, rubbing her aching, 
throbbing cunt against the young man's lips. It was impossible for her to 
keep her ass still. She was finding it hard to breathe. The young nun dug at 
the sheet with her fingers and tossed her head from side to side. She felt 
her fine hairs tangle around her neck and ears. Then Rico was kissing her 
belly, tonguing her navel, driving her crazy with wild lust. The girl 
shivered uncontrollably and tore the sheet with her nails. 

"Stop ... please stop!" 

But the nun didn't want Rico to stop now. She was spinning out of control 
like a jet without a tail. 

"Oh baby, you want me, want me like all the girls want Rico," he whispered 
proudly, catching her face in his hands and forcing her head back, back. The 
nun's mouth opened and Rico cemented his lips to hers, tonguing her mouth, 
kissing her wildly. She felt more floods of hot juice wet down the thicket 
of blonde pussy hairs. Rico reached down and ran one finger gingerly along 
the juicy slit. Sister Theresa had closed her legs, but his light touch 
brought out a moan from her throat. Once more she spread them apart and let 
him find her clit again. He rolled a thumb back and forth, rubbing the nail 
against that tiny stiff sex organ until she clung to his neck desperately. 
She whimpered, begging him with lusty little grunts for the satisfaction she 
was too ashamed to ask for openly. 

"Wanna get eaten again?" 

The words burned into her brain. Sister Theresa could feel the flames of 
hell licking at her feet, burning her flesh, consuming her soul. Yet all 
their terrors couldn't stop the young nun from letting Rico handle her, make 
her groan like a bitch in heat. Yes, let Satan take her, drag her down to 
burn for eternity. Let him do whatever he chose, just as long as she could 
spend more hours like this with a man like Rico! 

"Yeah, you like that. Can tell when a fuckin' bitch-likes to get eaten out," 
he said. 

Sister Theresa couldn't answer. Her breathing was out of control. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

Rico pushed his face back into her crotch. His tongue was searching back 
along her cleft. She felt it spearing suddenly into her cunt. It was so 
slick, so hard, and pointed ... pointed just like a man's dick! It stabbed 
up, then pulled slowly back. Yes, he was tasting her, licking her, lapping 
up her juices. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

What could it be like for a man? Did all women feel this way when a man 
straddled them, eating them out like this? Ohhhh, how deliciously evil this 
was. More of her juices seeped out to wet down his cheeks again. She cried 
out again, rolling her hips with wild abandon. Rico licked hungrily at her 
clit. She moved her hips around faster, pressing her ass down into the 
mattress, then heaving up, pumping her snatch into his mouth. His teeth cut 
her more. And oh, how she liked that sensation. Sister 

Theresa soon realized she was fucking his mouth, impaling her pussy on his 
stiff tongue. It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was building. She let 
her head roll from side to side, drool oozing from one corner of her mouth. 

"Help, oh help," she moaned. 

Rico's fingers had sneaked under her. They were rubbing her thigh. Sister 
Theresa had the desire for him to finger her pussy while he licked her off. 
Rico looked up at the girl and seemed to read her mind. 

"Little whore! Some nun you turned out to be. Man, I ain't seen a bitch hot 
like you in a long time. All you nuns like this, maybe lickin' each other's 
clits when there ain't a hot priest around to stick his dick into you?" Rico 
taunted. 

The words didn't bother the hot young nun any longer. Let him vilify the 
Church. The more he said, the more excited she became. If he were to take 
her downstairs to the prayer room and fuck her on the altar Sister Theresa 
wouldn't have minded. 

"Uh ... uhhhhh!" 

The gasps tore from her throat. Rico's fingers had moved to her pussy. She 
could hardly keep still for him to give her enough friction. When the tickle 
became teasing, she forced herself to keep from moving so Rico could eat her 
cunt better while he worked his fingers deep inside her pussy. He dug at her 
soft cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against the clasping muscles. She 
felt the suction-of his mouth while his fingers moved in and out like three 
tiny dicks. She had no control over her emotions any longer. Sister Theresa 
felt herself rocketing up toward orgasm. How shameful, how sinful! She was 
going to come in a man's mouth! The feverish, itching, chilly thrills were 
about to blow up in her groin. She curved her back, scissoring her legs 
around the young man's neck, hunching up crazily while digging her head into 
the pillow. 

Rico saw she was close to climaxing and backed off. 

"No, you're not going to come like this. As much as I'd like to see you 
buckin' away like crazy against my mouth, baby, I ain't gonna let you get 
away easy," Rico said, tracing his fingers lightly around the outer edges of 
her cunt lips. 

Sister Theresa groaned, her mouth a tight scar, the cords sticking out from 
her neck. He was going to drag this out, make her wallow in filth, drown in 
her humiliation and sin! 

"This ain't the way to get you to talk," Rico admitted, reaching down and 
stroking his dick. "But it sure's a hell of a lot of fun. Ain't never fucked 
a nun before. Shit, if they're all hot like you I'm gonna be breakin' into 
convents all the time." 

Sister Theresa waited there on the bed, remembering stories her mother told 
her about the first time a man fucked a woman. There would be pain, perhaps 
some blood. The thought terrified, then consoled her. Maybe the pain, maybe 
the bleeding would somehow atone for the filthy sin she was committing. 
"Now!" 

Rico threw himself completely on the young woman, pinning her hands back 
down against the groaning bed while shoving her knees apart with his. He 
inched up, spreading the screaming nun open, rolling her butt up until he 
was rubbing his dick against her dripping cunthole. The young man grunted, 
crawling over her body, breathing hotly into her face. His hairy chest 
rubbed abrasively over her tits, the thick coating of body fur stimulating 
her stiff nipples even more. 

"OHHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa felt the fat dickhead centering over her greasy fuck-hole. 
Rico trembled, then squeezed his buttocks together and hunched down. 

"AIYEEEEE!" the young nun screamed, her shoulders wallowing against the 
mattress while her back arched. She shrieked and shrieked again, her cunt 
lips pinned back by his fat cock. Rivers of pussy juice flowed from her 
violated hole, slicking down her thighs and Rico's hanging, high-riding 
nuts. For the first time in her life Sister Theresa felt a man inside her, a 
man's cock spreading her apart, forcing her slick cuntal membranes to form a 
large tunnel. The young woman squirmed and begged for him to slow down. 

But the hood was too involved in his own pleasure to listen to her. Instead 
he backed away only a little, adjusting his position and sliding back into 
her hole once more. 

"NOOOOO!" 

Sister Theresa snapped her head from side to side, strands of her blonde 
hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. The room echoed with her 
violent cries as the young "man raped her mercilessly. Opening her eyes, the 
screaming nun gazed helplessly at the picture of her Savior. His hands were 
stretched out to her. Oh why, why couldn't he save her now? Where were all 
the fine miracles she read about, the divine acts that saved women and 
children from destruction years ago? 

"Guess you nuns don't fuck around so much," Rico muttered, feeling his 
cockhead pressing against her cherry. 

Sister Theresa stiffened, her eyes widening with fear and pain. She managed 
to tear one hand away from his grip and clawed at Rico's face. 

"Hey, easy," he snapped, grabbing her wrist and holding it so tightly she 
thought he was going to crush the bones. "Just a fast shot, and it's over." 

Sister Theresa screamed again as the sudden forceful thrusting sent slivers 
of glass-sharp pain through her cunt. She writhed with pain as more and more 
agony filled her cunt and made her clit vibrate. She threw her head back, 
shouting her prayers, damning Rico and his brothers as her cherry finally 
tore loose. Her innocence was gone. Sister Theresa's vow of chastity, 
seriously threatened, now was useless. Rico hovered over her, packing his 
nine-inch hunk of dickmeat tightly into her cunt. 

"ARGHHHH!" 

Was she bleeding? The nun was too confused, too horrified by her actions to 
think straight. She didn't care. She wanted to say something, to pray for 
something. But her mind was a blank. Her , throat was dry, her chest seemed 
to tighten. 

Rico kept on pushing. The nun felt his dick going deeper, shoving the cuntal 
membranes aside, slurping down until she thought it might come out of her 
ass-hole. Finally the young woman could feel his balls coming to rest 
between her split cunt lips. 

"Easy, baby, nice and easy. Rico's gonna take real good care of you from now 
on," he whispered, stroking her face, knowing she was too helpless now to 
fight back with her newly released hands. 

Sister Theresa sobbed, crying for her lost virginity, her tattered 
innocence. She had failed her test of faith. She had given into Satan, 
enjoyed this violation of her most holy of vows. The stench of her sin 
filled her nostrils and made her want to retch. 

"Easy, baby, now I'm gonna get you back up to where you was floatin' 
earlier." His cock started gouging slickly down her cuntal slit, the head 
pressing against what was left of her cherry. The young nun tensed, then 
relaxed as she felt the pain slowly melting away into an intense, hot, 
pleasurable feeling. It was wrong, oh so wrong. But she couldn't keep her 
hips from wiggling sensuously under this fucking man. Instead of begging the 
Lord for penance Sister Theresa was silently begging Rico for more dickmeat. 
She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week! 

"In ... in ... UHHH!" 

"Yeah, baby, you can't keep that little ass of yours quiet, can you?" 

Sister Theresa sobbed as his cock sawed through her cunt. She was actually 
helping him, encouraging him to fuck her harder! Her hips moved up and down 
while her belly felt as if it were swelling. Her heels brushed over the 
backs of his hairy legs as she squirmed under the big man. He moaned several 
more times in her ear. She was all the way open now, her pussylips peeled 
back as Rico fucked her. How good it felt down there, her cunt so stretched 
and swollen with her flowing juices. Yes, of course she was helping him, 
encouraging him. How could she keep still under this kind of wild 
stimulation? 

"Baby, gonna shoot. Gonna cut loose. Come on, sister, you come too. Forget 
all that fuckin' religious shit you learned and cut loose with me," the 
young man moaned, reaching down and cupping his lips over one of her tits. 

Sister Theresa shrieked again when she felt his teeth sinking into the 
sensitive flesh of her nipples. He was biting her, running his tongue over 
the sore stiff nub, then biting down again. He sucked so hard his cheeks 
caved in, that suction making the pain of his teeth somehow more bearable. 

"Uh, uhhhhhhh!" 

His movements and the way he was breathing were building in a way that was 
different from before. Yes, something was happening. She could feel 
something taking over his body. It was probably like the force making her go 
crazy under him. 

"Touch me, baby, go on, move your hand down there and touch me. I want you 
to feel the cock that's gonna dump a hot load of jizz down your cunt." 

"No, no, oh please don't make me do something like that." 

But already her hand was sliding over, shoving between their sweaty bodies. 
The devil had taken over her mind, driving out all thoughts of God and his 
Church! She found it impossible to fight him. He was triumphant. Lord, Lord, 
forgive your maidservant, Sister Theresa silently prayed as she felt his 
dickshaft with the tips of her fingers. It was so hot, so hard, so wet with 
her own juices! The young nun moved her hand a little farther, tracing her 
fingertips along the stretched thin outer lips of her pussy. 

"AHHHHH!" Rico growled, pulling almost all the way out of her cunt. 

Sister Theresa cried out, snapping her body from side to side. The sensation 
of her pussy walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead 
was overwhelming. She scissored her legs tightly around the big man's back 
and humped up against his groin. No, he couldn't pull out now. Greedily she 
moved her hand up, curling the fingers together, trying to stop his dick 
from drawing out. 

Rico laughed, glad of the reaction. He held his dickhead just .inside the 
ring of tense cuntal muscles, feeling them contract and milk the fat dome. 
Sister Theresa was wiggling under him, her fingertips caressing the folds of 
his dickhead. Then the young man groaned, his body shuddering as he drove 
his cock back in. 

"AHHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa squirmed happily, feeling her cunt muscles spasming 
uncontrollably now. She was going to come. Yes, the sensations she felt 
taking over her pussy were similar to the ones she had experienced in the 
bathroom an hour ago. But how much more intense they were now! The nun 
bucked and heaved, hearing the bed groaning under her from their combined 
weight. 

"NOW!" he shouted. 

The word rang out like a gunshot in the tiny room. Sister Theresa shot a 
glance at the picture of the Savior hanging opposite her, then closed her 
eyes and concentrated on her spasming cunt. The knot in her belly slipped a 
little, then completely unraveled. One, two, then three spasms passed 
through her pussy, knocking the wind from her lungs, making her gasp for air 
through her opened mouth as jets of hot spunk spattered against her cuntal 
walls. 

"AHHHHHRYYHHH!" 

Rico squirmed on top of her, his knees pushing painfully into her thighs 
while his hands pawed her tits mercilessly. She cried out, loving the 
feeling of pain and pleasure as his jagged thumbnails creased her stiff tit 
tips. He dropped his head to the nape of her neck, kissing her brutally on 
the shoulders, biting her flesh as more jets of his cum scalded her cuntal 
walls. 

Sister Theresa's eyes widened. Wild, exotic tremors erupted all through her 
belly and cunt. She could feel her ass-hole spasming in time with her pussy. 
Oh, was this what all women felt with men? How foolish she'd been to think 
sex was so terrible, the work of the devil. How could anything this 
wonderful be so evil? This eruption in her snatch was deeper and more 
exciting and satisfying than any prayer, any religious service she'd known. 
Her hips rocked while her tits bounced from the violent movements of her 
body. 

"Yeah, work it out bitch, work it out," Rico said, his orgasm slackening 
just as the little nun's was peaking. He watched mockingly as the girl 
jerked her legs higher and bent her knees. Ohhh, how she loved the sensation 
of the scalding gouts of cum filling her cunt. More and more spasms tore at 
her clit before the final one passed. Exhausted, shamed, Sister Theresa fell 
away from the young man. 

"Feel good, baby, feel better 'n any fuckin' prayer meeting you have?" 

She was too overcome with shame to look back at him. Now that it was over 
and she had reached climax, guilt tore through her brain. She winced as 
images of what she'd done flashed through her mind. Filthy, foul, I am an 
abomination in the eyes of God, she thought as Rico rolled off the bed and 
dressed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The other nuns were being interrogated in various rooms through the small 
halfway house. Sister Theresa was allowed to put on her habit. Thank God 
Rico had allowed her to shower before going downstairs to meet the other 
nuns. As she stood under the pelting droplets, washing away the cum and 
sweat staining her body the young woman sobbed freely, wishing the water 
could rinse her soul of the sin she'd just freely committed. How could she 
face the sisters and Mother Superior? 

"Hurry up in there. You ain't playin' with yourself again, are you?" Rico 
shouted through the half-opened door. 

Sister Theresa shivered at the sound of his voice and quickly finished her 
shower. What did he have planned for her and the others? She knew nothing 
about any sort of package. The young woman began to suspect that Rico, as 
smart as he thought he was, was being tricked by his brother. Perhaps the 
younger man was double dealing behind Rico's back, blaming the nuns for the 
missing package while in fact there had been no package to speak of! 

She dressed, thankful the Church had allowed nuns to liberalize their habits 
several years ago. Although the gray-blue skirt fell well below the knees 
and the black wedgies were still with them, the tight-fitting wimple and 
waist-long veil had long since gone. He led her from the upstairs room where 
he'd shamed her with her own body, down the narrow wooden staircase to the 
simply furnished reception room below. There she saw Mother Superior sitting 
grimly, her old eyes staring blankly ahead. Around her the other nuns 
sobbed, terror obvious in their eyes. Had the men done something to them? 
Had they even done something to Mother Superior? Oh, how horrible! Sister 
Theresa stood there in the doorway, trembling with shame and guilt as she 
stared helplessly at the three nuns in the corner. 

"None of them know nothin', " a tall, thin blonde said. 

"Okay, Franko. You try anything with 'em?" Rico asked, rocking back and 
forth on his heels. Sister Theresa felt a hot flash sear her soul. 

"With nuns? You kiddin'? " the young man asked, his eyes widening with 
surprise. 

"Some of 'em ain't too bad," Rico said, his eyes narrowing while his lips 
curled into a broad smile. Sister Theresa suddenly felt Mother Superior's 
eyes on her, studying the young woman. She lowered hers to the floor, 
wishing she could descend to Hell as she was sure she eventually would. 

"She say anything?" Sal asked nervously, his black eyes shifting about the 
room. 

"Naw, clamped tight." 

"I swear, there isn't any package," Sister Theresa wailed. What, oh what 
would it take for them to believe her? 

"I don't know what you think your game is," Rico snarled, his patience 
wearing thin. "Maybe you think you're gonna stop us from sellin' it or 
somethin'. But it won't work. You just butt outta our lives and fork over 
the H, unnerstan'? " 

Sister Theresa shook her head slowly back and forth. They'd never listen to 
her. 

"Okay, then we tear this joint apart from top to bottom." 

"Hey, maybe they turned it over to the cops or somethin', " Sal suggested. 

"You do that?" Rico asked Sister Theresa, grabbing her hard by the elbow. 
"NO!" 

"Sal, you two stay with 'em. Franko, you and me go with this one." 

Sister Theresa fought back the growing terror and moved in front of the men. 
They rummaged through Mother Superior's desk, tearing apart the desk and 
safe and finding nothing. Moving from office to office the two young 
brothers grew angrier as their search turned up zero. 

"What's in there?" Rico asked, pointing to an ornately carved wooden door to 
one side of the narrow corridor. 

"It's the main sanctuary ... the altar," Sister Theresa said reverently. 
Surely they wouldn't go in there and profane God's altar. 

"Come on," Rico said to Franko, pushing Sister Theresa forward in front of 
them. 

She watched in horror as the two men bolted into the large, high-ceilinged 
sanctuary, overturning pews, tearing apart hymnals, overturning various 
religious objects in their relentless search for the heroin. 

"Nothin' here," Franko muttered in disgust. 

"There's nothing here anywhere. I told you, there's no package!" Sister 
Theresa wailed, leaning against the back of one pew, tears streaming down 
her face. 

"She's got it hid somewheres. Damn, gonna have to try to persuade her." 

Sister Theresa heard the words and shrank back. No, no, she had failed the 
first test of her faith and for that she'd pay dearly. No, he couldn't be 
forcing another test on her so soon. Her conscience couldn't take something 
like that. 

"Come on, let's have us a little fun. Tie her to the altar," Rico said, 
eyeing the frantic little nun. 

Sister Theresa tried to run for the door, but the men were too fast for her. 
Rico took one arm while his brother took the other. They dragged her down 
the aisle screaming. Oh, they were going to defile God's sanctuary with her 
body, make a mockery of the altar with her! She felt her brain reeling with 
horror and disgust. Was this what she took the vows for, to become a stone 
in the eyes of the Lord? 

"NOOOOO!" 

The young nun twisted and kicked and flailed her hands at the two Tolbo 
brothers. But nothing could stop them. Soon her back was tied against the 
smooth front wood surface of the altar. Rico threw back her habit, exposing 
her smooth white legs. Franko's eyes widened. He now saw what his brother 
was talking about when he entered the reception room with the young nun. He 
stared at the blonde triangle between her legs and smacked his lips. He 
envied his older brother, knowing now what had gone on up on that second 
floor and what was about to happen here. 

"Tie her feet and then leave us alone," Rico ordered, glaring at the nun 
while a tight smile snaked across his lips. "We've got a whole lotta things 
we're gonna talk about, ain't we?" 

Sister Theresa whined, turning her face away as she felt ropes around her 
ankles. She twisted against the bonds pinning her to the altar. Once more 
she'd have to endure this young man's sadistic cruelty. She would be defiled 
in this house of God. It was a terrible punishment, for she knew how her 
body would react. Sister Theresa knew she'd achieve a kind of pleasure 
expressly forbidden in the Bible. And her place in Hell would be in the 
deepest of pits. The young nun would have to spend years of penance to 
absolve herself of this guilt. 

Franko tied her so her arms were stretched out and her legs spread wide 
open. For an instant she thought of Christ spread like this, nailed to the 
cross. Yes, this was going to be her cross, her punishment for her sins. 

"Okay, get out and help Sal. You and him take the others around the place 
and make 'em search every fuckin' hole in this dump. I wanna find that H and 
get goin', " Rico said nervously. 

Franko nodded, flashed a smile at the bound nun, then left quietly. 

"You're a pretty lady," Rico began, leaning against one overturned pew and 
folding his thick-muscled arms over his chest. His eyes examined her 
closely, his stare making her blush with shame. "Too bad you decided to 
become a nun. You're one hell of a hot fuck." 

Sister Theresa tried to block his words from her mind. Shutting her eyes 
tightly she tried concentrating on the holy scriptures. But it was 
impossible not to listen to Rico's deep voice. He was telling her about her 
body, about the way it felt worming under him when he drove his cock through 
her cherry and into her pussy. The air was thick with the smell of her 
aroused cunt. She gasped, sucking in oxygen thick with the aroma of her 
pussy juice and burning wax. The votive candles flickering on either side of 
her made the air almost impossible for her to breathe! Her tits rose and 
fell as she sucked the air in shallow gasps. The smell from her snatch 
became stronger as Rico unfolded his arms and knelt in front of her. 
Reaching up he stroked the back of his fingers over her cuntal mound, 
smiling as he saw the furry mound tremble under that light touch. 

"Please don't hurt me," she moaned. 

Rico laughed. 

"You begged me not to fuck you the last time. And when I did you couldn't 
keep your Goddamned ass still. That mean you wanna really get whipped?" 

Sister Theresa thought of the belt, remembered how hot, how deliciously evil 
that leather felt as it bit into her white ass-flesh. She felt her cunt 
clench, the muscles spasm as image after image flashed through her mind. No, 
no, she had to put such thoughts aside! 

"NO!" she nearly shouted, her trembling voice echoing off the walls. 

"It'd be a fuckin' shame if I was to mess you up ... I mean, really mess you 
up, you know?" Rico said, dropping his hand and sighing. He stood up and 
reached to one side, pulling a votive candle out of the red glass container 
and holding it inches from her cunt. Sister Theresa's eyes grew wide as she 
worked her ass back and forth across the front edge of the altar. Sweat 
glistened on her flesh, making her woolen habit stick uncomfortably to her 
flesh. She could feel a gentle warm glow that became more intense as Rico 
moved the flame closer to her thighs. 

"Don't burn me!" she cried. 

"When my old man wasn't drunk he used to tell me stories about the Mob and 
how they took care of women who fucked around. Cigarettes. Used to burn 
holes in arms and legs until those fuckin' broads learned to keep their 
mouths shut and heel. I don't wanna waste tobacco on you. This'll do just 
fine," Rico said. 

Sister Theresa flinched as he moved the candle up to her face and she felt 
the heat on her nose and lips. Was he going to scar her face first? Yes, 
yes, that would be the only way to ensure her purity from now on. Destroy 
her beauty so no man would want her! 

But Rico had other plans. He lowered the flame, holding the candle tightly 
with one hand while tearing open her white blouse. Growling like an animal 
he curled his fingers around the white cotton bra and ripped the cups apart. 
Sister Theresa cried out, feeling herself completely exposed now, her skirt 
hiked about her waist and bunched under her buttocks while her blouse hung 
in shreds from her shoulders. Only the tiny veil still clipped to her hair 
remained, brushing over her shoulders. 

"You got a pretty cunt. Too bad it's gonna be fucked up." 

No, no, he couldn't do something like that! Burn her pussy, ruin her for 
life? Oh God in Heaven, give me strength! the young nun cried silently, 
digging her fingernails into her palms. 

"See the fire, honey? You know what this can do to that pretty little cunt 
of yours? I know you ain't thinkin' about usin' it again. But man, it's 
gonna hurt real bad-real bad, you know? Now, it's kinda stupid to keep your 
mouth shut. Just tell..." 

"I told you, I don't know anything about any ... oh, what's the use!" Sister 
Theresa cried, sagging in the tight rope bonds. 

"Yeah, what's the use," Rico muttered, bringing the burning candle between 
her widely spread thighs. He watched as her flesh quivered from the heat. 
Sister Theresa grit her teeth together, waiting for the searing pain that 
would probably knock her out. Yes, that was what she needed-unconsciousness, 
the blessed blackness of forgetting. "Ohhhh!" 

She felt her pussy tremble and recoil while her thighs tightened as the 
candle came closer. 

"No, please, don't do this to me!" she wailed. 

But Rico was too interested in torturing the young nun to listen to reason. 
He passed the candle between her legs, moaning as he felt his cock fill with 
blood once more. He smiled as Sister Theresa struggled more desperately. The 
pungent smell of singed cunt hairs invaded her flared nostrils. 

"No, don't burn me! Oh please don't burn me!" Sister Theresa cried, jerking 
her knees up as far as she could. The ropes cut into her white ankle flesh. 
Her tits jiggled, rolling together as more rivulets of cunt juice seeped 
from her hairy fuck slit. She flinched again as Rico passed the flame just 
under her clit. Oh, she was growing hot, excited, actually wanting him to 
touch her with that fire! Did she know what she was asking for? Did the nun 
really want to have that tiny flame singe her pussy, scar her body for life? 
But what kind of exalted feeling of pleasure mixed with pain would that fire 
bring? The question and possible answer made the young blonde shiver with 
forbidden excitement. 

"Yeah, you really dig the pain shit. I think most of you cunts in black dig 
it," Rico hissed between his teeth. 

Heat spread into her cunt. Sister Theresa closed her eyes and bit down hard 
on her lower lip. She stifled a scream of fear and terror, feeling a strange 
tightness in her throat and chest. 

"No, take it away!" 

But her thick voice betrayed her real feelings. Sister Theresa, bound to the 
altar, wanted the young man to torture her, make her repent for the hot 
buttery feelings oozing through her swampy cunt. 

Rico waved the candle an inch from her pussy. Melting wax dripped on her 
cunt hair when he moved the candle back and forth in front of her. Sister 
Theresa twisted and jerked, sobbing wildly as the yellow flame licked at her 
pubes. The heat lanced more cruelly than before into her cunt, forcing out 
more juice. Its heat matched an inner fire burning inside the young nun's 
twat. And as Rico moved the candle once more to the sensitive area just 
below her clit, Sister Theresa felt another flow of her juices seep out and 
wet down her thighs. 

"Man, it's like you're pissin' on yourself," he commented, watching the 
woman's pussylips swell up even more and peel back, inviting him to touch 
them, work his fingers over them, spread them apart and slide his cock in. 

Sister Theresa tensed. She was fully aroused now. The young woman waited, 
breathing through her flared nostrils as Rico poised the candle once more 
over the center of her cuntmouth. With a wicked laugh the man pushed the 
candle away from her fuck-hole, letting the pointed tip of the flame barely 
touch the bulging right thigh tendon. "AIYEEEEEE!" 

The sudden chilly feeling was quickly replaced by the agonizing heat raised 
by the flame. Sister Theresa screamed again and again, jerking so hard the 
sound of the ropes stretching under her movements filled the room. Rico's 
eyes glazed over with lust as he passed the end of the flame back and forth 
over the tendon, watching the skin redden gradually. Sister Theresa could do 
nothing to move her body away from the agonizing fire. Her buttocks danced 
across the sharp leading edge of the altar while sweat cascaded down the 
sides of her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as her screams reached a 
higher, more piercing note. 

Oh God, send down your lightning and strike this man dead! the woman prayed 
silently. 

"Hard to say what's hotter-the fire or your pussy," Rico muttered, passing 
the flame to the other thigh and watching as her leg muscles spasmed under 
the fire. 

"AIYEEEEEE!" 

Sister Theresa pulled at the ropes until they rubbed her flesh red. It was 
as if Satan himself were her lover, his fiery dick piercing her snatch, 
drilling into her cunt while she opened herself willingly to him. No, no, 
that was a terrible thought! Desperately the young woman tried to drive it 
out. 

The flame hissed and nearly went out as droplets of pussy oil from her eunt 
dripped onto the hot tallow. Rico laughed and moved the flame from the right 
thigh to the bottom junction of her cunt lips, flicking it back and forth, 
singeing the barely visible blonde hairs covering her shivering buttocks, 
then bringing it back to her pussy. 

"You still gonna keep quiet? Honey, I can keep this here all night. Lots of 
wax here." 

Sister Theresa again sobbed out she knew nothing about a package, that she 
and the other nuns were innocent. 

Rico swore and felt the flame under the narrow band of sensitive flesh 
separating her ass-hole from her cunt. The young nun shrieked, jerking her 
body up, trying to edge her body away from that terrible pain. At the moment 
she thought she'd pass out, Rico pulled the candle away. 

"I've got a bargain for you, slut. You stay still and I won't burn you up. 
Not now, anyways." 

As he talked Sister Theresa wept with fear and guilt. Blinking away the 
tears she watched helplessly as Rico dropped his trousers once again and 
kicked them aside. She cringed at the sight of the mammoth cock stretched 
out to its full nine thick inches. Was he going to fuck her here, here in 
God's temple? It was the ultimate of sacrileges. 

"You're gonna like this, I'll bet," he said, his voice hardening. "And if 
you try anything funny I'll ram that candle up your cunt." 

Rico unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, then climbed onto 
the altar, balancing himself carefully just above her head. Sister Theresa 
tilted her head back, finding herself staring at his set of hairy, hanging 
balls. As her eyes slowly widened with fear he squatted down toward her. 

"Just take it easy. I'll tell you what to do. But I'll bet you'll take over 
just like a pro," Rico said, holding his dick in one hand while curling 
several strands of her hair around his fingers. What was he going to do? 
What depraved act was he going to force on her next? 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Just open your mouth," Rico said thickly, squatting lower. 

Sister Theresa closed her mouth tightly, twisting her head away from the 
awful thing inches away from her face. She could smell his groin well now. 
No, this was one of the most perverted acts a man and woman could do! It was 
bad enough to be abused. To have this perverted act inflicted on her in the 
chapel was too much. She tried to shut everything out except the prayers she 
still repeated softly. But Rico only laughed at her. 

"No, I won't," she repeated several times to the young man over her, setting 
her jaw firmly. 

"You ain't got much of a choice," Rico retorted, yanking the few strands he 
held in one hand and making the nun squeal in pain. 

His cock grew larger. It seemed it would never stop growing! 

"Suck it, take it all the way down your Goddamned throat!" he muttered. 

Sister Theresa jerked her head the other way, still keeping her mouth closed 
tightly. Rico reached down with one hand and jerked her face toward this 
dick, moving his fingers down slightly and squeezing them hard at the 
junction of her jaws. The pain was awful! With a yelp, Sister Theresa opened 
her mouth. 

"That's it, baby, just don't fuck around with me and everything's gonna be 
fine," he said, looking down, watching as his fat cockhead slipped forward. 
He rested it for a second on her pouting lower lip, enjoying this scene of 
humiliation and depravity. Sister Theresa's half-naked body squirmed below 
him, her tits jiggling, her thighs shivering while he moved his dickhead 
back and forth over the inside of her lower lip. 

The taste of that sweaty, slimy thing made the young nun choke. He slapped 
her face with one hand to keep her from retching. Then the big man squeezed 
his hairy buttocks together and hunched forward, pushing the first two 
inches of dickmeat into her mouth. "Unnnghhhh!" 

Sister Theresa at first thought she'd choke on that fat hunk of cock. Its 
weight scraped her teeth. She heard him warn her that he'd stuff a burning 
candle up her pussy if she tried to bite him or in any other way thwart his 
desires. 

"Yeah, take it nice and hard," Rico sighed, sawing his thighs back and 
forth, hunching only the first few inches of his prong into her mouth. 
Strings of drool oozed down from her lips as the girl fought for air. 
"Tighter. Man, baby, tighten up them lips around my cock." 

Sister Theresa did as she was told and immediately heard the young man 
shudder with ecstasy. He was pushing more of his dick into her mouth, making 
her cheeks puff out with the amount of hot meat inside. He told her to 
wiggle her tongue under the sensitive groove, to suck so hard her cheeks 
caved in. And all the while more bleachy-tasting cum oozed from the 
piss-slit, coating down her throat and making her swallow involuntarily. Was 
he going to shoot that spunk down her throat? Could she take that much jizz? 

"Oh yeah, man, gimme that head," Rico moaned, pulling at her hair until the 
nun thought he was going to snatch her bald. A dull ache began to throb in 
her jaws. Those thick nine inches were straining her. 

"MMMUHHHHGHHFF!" 

His cock rubbed along the insides of her mouth. Her body shivered, scraping 
against the altar as Rico's sexual heat grew more and more intense. As he 
moved back and forth the girl's cunt throbbed almost in time to the mouth 
fucking. At times she felt his cum-laden balls slapping against her chin 
while the dickhead banged her throat. 

"Suck it hard ... NOW!" 

At the same time Rico clamped both hands against the side of her head and 
pushed it forward. He throat-fucked her, sliding all nine inches of his dick 
into her mouth. The nun gagged, gasped for air, her face turning bright red 
while her body banged again and again against the altar. He was going to 
strangle her with his dick! Sister Theresa wanted to scream for help. But 
his cock prevented her from doing anything except cough violently. 

"Mmmmm, yeah, sure feels good!" 

Sister Theresa could feel the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her 
nostrils while his fat dickroot rubbed against her lips. He was sliding his 
thighs from side to side slowly, drinking the wonderful hot, wet sensation 
of her mouth against his cock. When he finally realized he'd have to back 
off if she were going to survive, Rico pulled back reluctantly. 

"Nice, real nice," he murmured, withdrawing his cock until only the head 
remained clamped between her lips. "I'm gonna have a real nice time shootin' 
off in your mouth." 

Sister Theresa tried to protest. But Rico shut her up by stuffing his 
cockmeat back into her mouth. The young nun cried out, tears welling up 
again in her eyes while he trenched out her mouth with his dick. He was 
moving faster and faster, the cockhead striking the back of her throat time 
and time again. The nun swallowed more pre-cum, shutting her eyes, trying to 
ignore the hot, pulsing sensation growing worse and worse in her pussy. She 
felt rivers of her fuck juice trickling down her thighs, wetting down her 
ankles. 

"Soon, baby, soon," Rico said thickly. She could tell from the tone of his 
voice he was about to shoot. In a few minutes she was going to be drowning 
in that foul jizz, performing a terrible act in God's house! 

Rico was grunting like a pig, sweat running down his face and bare chest. He 
rammed ahead, striking the back of her throat constantly now. Her teeth 
scraped that hammering dick while her tongue flitted across the underside of 
the young man's dick. 

Sister Theresa's nipples hardened while wild sensations of perverse pleasure 
raced through her body. Her cunt itched maddeningly. The little nun tried to 
visualize what the two of them looked like. That thought made her shiver and 
rub her thighs sensuously together. If only she could get something between 
her legs, something to take care of that pulsing itch that was driving her 
mad! 

No longer did Sister Theresa care about where she was. All her thoughts 
about sucking dick in the house of God fled from her confused mind. All she 
could think of was Rico's fat dick and her empty, throbbing pussy. Why 
couldn't he fuck her now? Why did he want to shoot off in her mouth when her 
cunt needed dickmeat? 

"Yeah, honey, baby, yeah," Rico whispered, his eyes glazing over and 
widening while his head fell back. Arching his back, the young man began 
pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the nun's 
tight little mouth like a trip hammer. 

"Mmmmmmfffff!" 

Sister Theresa felt her cunt spasm as more cum washed over her tongue. He 
was about to shoot! She sensed his oncoming orgasm. She tensed, feeling her 
pussy burning. 

"AHHHHHH!" 

Suddenly Sister Theresa tasted something hot and salty spattering against 
the back of her throat. The nun screamed, tightening her lips around the 
coming dick involuntarily, trying to jerk her lips away from that shooting 
cock at the same time. 

"Ohhh baby, good head, fuckin' good head," Rico moaned, moving his hips up 
and down and from side to side, loving the sensation of his dick rubbing 
against the smooth insides of her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmfffff!" 

The nun felt the pressure in her cunt become unbearable. Without anything 
touching her pussy Sister Theresa felt a tiny orgasm, soft as a kiss, sweep 
over her snatch. She shivered, twisting and shaking in her bonds. Her belly 
tightened while her tits bounced together. The young nun tightened her cunt 
and jerked her thighs from side to side, trying to rub her clit against 
anything that would intensify that wonderful climax washing over her. She 
felt her hairy cunt-mound touch the flame of the candle below. It was 
terrible! The flame licked at her cunt lips, burning some of the hair, 
filling the air with the acrid stench of burning hair. More pussy oil 
bubbled out, extinguishing the flame as another series of spasms swept 
across her cunt. 

"MMMMMMMM!" 

Then suddenly Rico pulled his cock out, holding his shooting rod with one 
hand and directing the steady white rain against her face. Sister Theresa 
screamed, jerking her head away, feeling the hot droplets striking her 
forehead, her cheeks, her lips. 

"Yeah, that's the way you oughtta look, chick, covered with cum," Rico 
moaned, his body jerking form side to side as still more spunk shot from his 
piss-slit. 

Sister Theresa moaned with shame and revulsion. Ohhh, how filthy she felt 
now. As Rico emptied his balls, firing his load into her face and laughing 
at her helpless cries the young nun wondered when all this would end. 

"What a little whore," Rico muttered, working his fingers slowly over the 
fat shaft, feeling the final climactic sensations of his cock as it shot out 
the last few drops of jizz. 

"Oh please, please let me go now," Sister Theresa moaned, sagging in her 
bonds. All the prayers in the world would be needed for her to rid herself 
of this guilt, of this sinful shame. How could she ever enter a church 
again, look at an altar without thinking of how Rico had bound her to the 
holiest of holy places and defiled her body with his cock? 

"You kiddin'? Come on, we ain't got what we come for," Rico said, climbing 
off the altar and staring up at the tied nun. He laughed again at the 
streaks of jizz on her face. "You give me the package and I'll let you go." 

Sister Theresa moaned. What was the use? He wasn't about to listen to 
reason. 

"Okay, if that's what you want. I gotta have that shit by tomorrow morning. 
It ain't here, so you probably hid it somewheres outside. Where? The bus 
station, another church, where?" 

Rico shoved his face to hers, holding her head with both hands. 

"I don't know anything. I've told you that again and again, I don't know 
anything!" she sobbed. 

"We'll see about that," Rico said, starting to dress. "You're gonna learn 
just how far we go. Only don't learn too fast," he said, his face turning 
bright as he surveyed her body. 

Sister Theresa shut her eyes and prayed to her Jesus to save her from this 
degradation. Rico finished dressing, then quickly untied the moaning nun. 
Sister Theresa nearly fell on her face as he helped her down from the altar. 
The rope had burned her flesh as well as her spirit. The nun steadied 
herself as best she could, modestly pushing down her long skirt and covering 
her tits as best she could with her ripped blouse and tattered bra. 

"We're gonna go for a ride," he said in a tone of voice that made her 
shiver. "Where?" 

"Not far-down Pacific to Ocean Park. We got a drop-off place there I think 
you and the others are gonna dig," he muttered, shoving the tail of his 
shirt in his pants, then taking the nun by one arm and guiding her from the 
altar. Sister Theresa shot a glance back before leaving. There at the foot 
of the holy table were the strands of rope now wet with sweat and cunt 
juice. The altar cloth was wet with her body juices while the cups that had 
held the candles lay scattered on the floor. 

"You find anything out?" Sal asked as they entered the reception room. The 
two young nuns and Mother Superior were standing, staring at Sister 
Theresa's torn blouse and badly wrinkled skirt. She couldn't look at them, 
feeling cheap and whorish. 

"Sister, you need consolation? You need ... Mother Superior began, 
stretching out her arms to the trembling nun. 

"Shut up, you old bitch," Rico snapped, slapping his hands across her arms. 
The old woman glared at him, her eyes glittering with hatred. She dropped 
both hands to her sides and backed away, her rosary swaying gently back and 
forth. 

"You'll pay for this," she whispered, her wrinkled face darkening with 
emotions improper for a bride of Christ. 

"Come on, Franko. Let's get 'em down to the house," Rico said, pulling 
Sister Theresa out the door after him. The others followed behind. 

"Please, don't hurt them," she whispered as they stepped through the dark, 
silent corridors of the halfway house. How happy she'd been when she first 
entered here. How she thought she'd be able to help all those unfortunate 
people with so many problems. How simple that help would come, she thought! 
And now she and the others were victims of the worst elements of society. 
And what was more appalling was the willingness of Sister Theresa to aid 
them in their depravity! She sobbed as she thought of her part in all this. 

"Inside," Rico said as they left through the alley exit. There were two vans 
parked to the right. The young leader pushed Sister Theresa into the first, 
telling his brother Franko to drive that one while Sal would lock up the 
other nuns in the second van and drive behind. 

"Somethin's weird with Sal," Franko said in a soft undertone to his brother. 

"Yeah, I know," Rico said thoughtfully, scratching his chin and watching the 
fat Tolbo brother through narrowed eyes. "Don't like to think nothin' bad 
about a family member. But we better watch 'im. You know, those nuns might 
be tellin' the truth." 

Franko said nothing, his lower jaw trembling as he weighed what his brother 
was suggesting. 

"We'll know soon enough," Franko finally said, climbing into the front of 
the van while Rico slid into the rear, locking the double door behind him. 
In a second they were rolling along the bumpy alleyways of Venice and north 
Santa Monica. 

"Now I'm gonna have a little fun while we're movin' through the city." 

With that he flung himself on the screaming nun, kissing her neck, pushing 
her legs apart, sliding off her torn blouse, then reaching down and tearing 
open her skirt zipper. The nun shrieked as she heard the sounds of tearing 
material. He ripped off her habit, snatching the sacred veil from her hair 
and throwing it like a rag in one corner. She screamed wildly, clawing at 
his face. 

"Shut up!" he barked, slapping her hard across the face, dazing the 
terrified nun, then reaching over and grabbing the discarded veil. As Sister 
Theresa tried fighting through the fog that had settled over her brain, she 
was aware of Rico stuffing the veil in her mouth, then taping it in with 
something. There was more movement, more rope, knots tied tightly against 
her already-raw flesh. As her consciousness cleared the young nun felt her 
legs rise in the air. Peering through the darkness Sister Theresa saw Rico 
had tied two pieces of rope around each ankle, then secured the free end of 
the lines to two metal eyes screwed to the walls of the van. Moving quickly 
toward her head Rico grabbed more rope and did the same to her wrists, 
hauling her body up until it hung, sagging down like a hammock. Sister 
Theresa dropped her head back, her hair brushing the dirty van floor while 
her body swayed and jiggled with the movements of the vehicle. 

"That's the way you should be all the time, baby. And that's the way you 
like it, eh? Little nun, you dig it, don'tcha?" Rico said, reaching over to 
her pussy and greedily working his fingers over the bloated cunt lips. 
Sister Theresa cried out, pushing her knees together as much as she could, 
the tension of the ropes preventing her from closing her legs. His right 
forefinger was probing her cunthole while the rest of his hand was massaging 
her pussy mound. Frothy fuck oil bubbled out of her slit, wetting down the 
big man's fingers as the rubbery edges of her pussylips were rubbed against 
one another. 

Jerking her head around, the nun threw off the veil gagging her and 
screamed. 

Again he demanded information about the drugs. And all the raped nun could 
tell was the same story she'd been reciting for him the past few hours. But 
Rico at this point didn't care about finding the heroin. There'd be time 
enough at the house to interrogate her and the others. Now he was going to 
have more of his private fun. Rarely had he found a woman willing to put up 
with his sexual kinks. Finding one now-a nun, yet-was almost more important 
than the heavy drug shipment he may have lost! 

Rummaging about in the back he found an old Coleman lantern in-a pile of 
junk near the driver's seat. Franko kept his eyes forward, knowing better 
than to comment when his brother was occupied with a woman. 

Rico played with the lantern, sliding it under the young nun's buttocks. 
Sister Theresa cringed. And as she shuddered, hanging there from the sides 
of the van like a hunk of beef, she felt her pussy begin to tighten and grow 
warm all over again. This suspension in the van was exciting her. The rope, 
the weight of her own swaying body, Rico mumbling obscenities under her 
while toying with the lantern-all of it made her breathe harder and more 
irregularly. 

"You dig heat, don't you? You liked that candle. Maybe you'll like this even 
better," Rico said, turning the key up. 

The nun felt a rush of heat on her buttocks and struggled against the ropes 
holding her. More torture! More pain, and for what? No glory for Mother 
Church, no drugs for him. It was pain simply for the fun of it. And what was 
incredible was that Sister Theresa was beginning to understand this reason 
and enjoy it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"It hurts! It HURTS!" 

Sister Theresa squirmed uncomfortably, tugging at the ropes holding her 
ankles and wrists spread apart. She felt like a biological specimen split 
open, ready for dissection. 

Rico smiled, turning the key clockwise, increasing the size and intensity of 
the flame. He watched as a portion of her buttflesh the size of a nickel 
turned red. Sister Theresa threw back her head and let out a low yowl of 
pain, squeezing her buttocks together, tensing her muscles and jerking her 
body up hard away from the fire. 

"Come on, honey, that's it, you little slut, eat up that flame. Shit, you 
want it all over your fuckin' body," Rico muttered, laughing as the young 
nun desperately wiggled in that grotesque, obscene position. She sobbed as 
the weight of her body pulled at her leg and arm muscles. She twisted back 
and forth, at times edging away from the fire. But still the flame licked 
almost continually at her skin, causing the woman to shriek for help and beg 
for mercy. 

"Noooo, please, p ... please, don't do this to me! OH GOD IN HEAVEN, HELP 
MEEEEEE!" 

Her strained voice echoed through the van while Rico laughed louder. 

"Ain't no God around here's gonna help you out, slut. Nothin' but me and my 
dick that's gonna make you feel good." 

She begged him to loosen the ropes. But Rico only laughed at her, his eyes 
riveted on her juicing cuntal mound. He watched as the tendons bulged in her 
thighs, stared excitedly as the girl bounced and swayed with every movement 
of the speeding van. 

Rico felt his dick growing hard and thick again. He smelled her pussy and 
knew she was as hot as he was. When he balanced himself carefully and moved 
forward the nun flinched, her eyes growing wide again. What hellish thing 
did he have planned for her now? Terror at what he might do to her was mixed 
with a growing excitement about what it might be. Rico lifted the glass 
covering of the lantern and turned the key around another turn. The slim 
flame grew longer. He moved the lantern down from her buttocks to a position 
just under her right thigh. "AHHHIYEE!" 

Sweat broke out on Sister Theresa's wrinkled forehead as she yanked at the 
ropes binding her arms and legs once more. She couldn't stand the pain much 
more. She thought her flesh would catch fire and she'd burn hanging there, a 
living torch while his brother drove peacefully on and Rico watched. 

"NOOOOO!" 

Sister Theresa rolled half over, her knees pressing together for a moment, 
then falling apart as the ropes kept her spread apart. Rico had tied her 
well. 

"Now, let's see what the fire can do ... maybe loosen up that mouth of 
yours." 

He took the lantern carefully by the base and moved the fire down to just 
under one knee, then slid it back to her ass. The fire flickered. It was 
like a scalding feather waving and brushing across her ass and legs. Her 
desperate cries of pain quickly turned to gurgles as the pain ebbed. It was 
turning into something else. Oh, what was happening? It was just as before! 
Her mind and body were betraying her, playing terrible tricks on her. She 
felt her clit tingling while her cunt responded by actually moving, winking 
shut as if aroused by a lover's dick. The nerves in her pussy beat with a 
wild rhythm. The nun fought the urge to shove her cunt down in a perverted 
attempt to actually suck in that flame. No, no, that would be too evil. She 
wasn't that kind of woman! "AHHHHHHH!" 

The nun strained at her bonds. She wanted Rico to touch her tits, to suck 
her stiffened nipples while she wagged her ass back and forth over the 
flame. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out her rising sexual needs. 
Could she ever forgive herself for this horror? Could she ever again call 
anyone a criminal when, in the face of God, she performed so terribly, 
disgracing her body, her calling, her religion. 

"GOD, OH GOD!" 

Still there was no divine help. Her words echoed bitterly off the van walls. 
Oh, how she wanted Rico, how she wanted his dick inside her-how she wanted 
to feel his body pressing against hers. 

"Ohhhhhh, baby, you're better 'n them T J Marias in the donkey shows down at 
the Blue Fox," Rico said, rubbing his fingers over the bulge between his 
legs. Rico was sitting there, watching the woman squirming over the fire, 
watching her thighs and cunt lips grow slick with her flowing juices while 
his cockhead dribbled out pre-cum and stained his pants. 

"NOOOO!" 

All Sister Theresa could do was hang there, bite her lip and twist and jerk 
her hips shamelessly with all the sexual abandon of a nymphomaniac! 

"Baby, I wanna fuck you bad. But this damned van's no good for that," he 
muttered, nearly pitching over to the side as the vehicle swerved to the 
left. Reaching forward with one hand he jerked her cunt lips apart. Sister 
Theresa groaned. The fire flickered over her plump, taut ass cheeks. It 
almost felt like a playful slap. She started to sob. Rico let her go, 
stepping back to watch her swing like a hammock. 

Then squatting back down he turned up the flame even more. Sister Theresa 
groaned then screamed, jerking at the bonds like a wild animal and begging 
to be freed. 

Reaching out again he swung her back and forth as if she were a ball, 
laughing softly as she flinched every time her ass passed over the flame. He 
kept her swinging until her screams made Franko shout. 

"Hey, I can't keep the van on the road, you keep 'er screamin' like that." 

"If you have any decency you'll leave me alone," Sister Theresa shouted as 
fires of insatiable lust raced through her pussy. 

Rico held her steady over the flame and pried her cunt lips apart again. 

"Baby, you loved my dick rammin' in and outta your cunt. Why the fuck should 
I leave you alone when you're so fuckin' hot you're burnin' up my hand?" 

He shoved a finger into her pussy to illustrate his point, burying it up to 
the second joint. Sister Theresa snapped her body, stiffening her cuntal 
walls. Involuntarily the young woman's pussy muscles cramped, snapping tight 
around Rico's forefinger. She twisted and raved with a delicious sexual 
agony. Rico watched quietly, feeling her hot cunt oil wetting down his 
hands. 

"Oh yeah, baby, you dig this kinda thing. You dig pain. Man, I can spot 'em 
a mile away," he said in a thickening voice. 

"I don't. I don't like pain," she said between her clenched teeth, closing 
her eyes, trying to make her pussy muscles stop sucking at Rico's wiggling 
finger. 

"Oh yeah you do," Rico countered. To illustrate his point the young man 
pinched her cunt lips hard, twisting the rubbery membranes while holding her 
ass over the open flame of the lantern. 

Sister Theresa shrieked, her body jerking, thrashing, writhing and bouncing 
on the taut ropes suspending her above the van floor. But still her cunt 
oozed more pussy oil. The pain had somehow been changed into a mind-warping 
pleasure, making the girl pant with lust. 

Rico concentrated on her clit now, stroking the tiny organ, tweaking it, 
then smoothing his fingers to soothe the stiff nub. Sister Theresa thought 
she'd go out of her mind! The young woman had never felt such powerful 
feelings shoot through her body! She screamed, snapping her head from left 
to right. Her long blonde hair swept across the dirty floor while her tits 
rolled and bounced with her violent body movements. Her white flesh 
shivered, glistening with sweat. She stared wide-eyed at her tormentor, 
wishing she could kill him, then begging God to forgive her for having such 
terrible thoughts. No, she must bless her enemy, love him as he tortured 
her. "OHHHHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa writhed as the flame burned deeper. It was as if the devil 
himself were clawing at her pussy. 

"Beg for it, chick. That's it, man, go for it, suck it in." 

He was evil, an animal, something created by the devil. No, she could never 
forgive him for showing this dark side of herself to herself! 

For a while her body strained as the flame bit into her buttocks. Ohhh, what 
damage had been done back there? The young nun thought she could feel 
several welts and burns swelling up from her flesh. She tried to keep her 
body swinging, moving and bobbing from side to side and back and forth to 
prevent the flame from flickering too long in one area. Exhaustion made the 
young woman's movements grow weaker as the seconds ticked by. 

Rico saw that glazed expression in her eyes. He knew what was going on in 
her mind. He jerked his finger out of her cunt and dropped to his knees 
again. He crawled between her twitching legs, his knee striking the Coleman 
lantern. Moving closer he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into the 
soft flesh around her hips. Smiling at her he unzipped his trousers once 
more, pulling out his dick and driving his cockhead into her juicing cunt. 

The touch of his prick made the young nun scream. She was so hot she nearly 
cried when he stuck his cock up her pussy. She squealed and gagged as the 
massive hunk of cockmeat peeled back her cunt lips and thrust into her 
pussy. 

"OHHHAHHH!" 

It was the relief, the pleasure she'd been begging for ever since he tied 
her up in this obscene position and started this torture by fire. The pain 
of this crazy, brutal assault drove her wild with ecstasy. She sighed with 
her last breath as his fat dick roared through her pussy, splitting her 
apart. The nun could feel her cunt oil greasing down the hot throbbing 
shaft, spilling down her buttocks, into her asscrack, her shitter. 

"FFFUUUCCCCK!" Rico groaned, holding tightly onto her as the van swayed 
crazily down the road. Franko was watching his brother fucking the hot young 
nun in the rear-view mirror while still trying to keep the van on the narrow 
road. 

"W AAA WW WHHH!" 

Sister Theresa gave up all pretext of modesty. She was writhing like a whore 
in heat now, begging for more cock, twisting in her bonds in order to 
increase the wet friction. She threw her head back, feeling every muscle in 
her body grow taut and quiver as she wiggled her hips sensuously back and 
forth. As his dick sawed back and forth through her pussy the young woman 
felt her ass raked by fire from the lantern. 

"NOOO!" 

There was no stopping the force of her unholy lust now. God himself couldn't 
have kept her cunt from snapping shut around Rico's driving dick. Her clit 
shuddered from the onslaught. She was close, oh sooooo close to coming. The 
girl held herself poised on the brink of orgasm, waiting to feel that 
tell-tale spasming of his dickmeat that signaled cum was shooting out of his 
piss-slit. 

"Yeah, you Goddamned fuckin' slut!" Rico growled, digging his fingers into 
her flesh. "You love fuckin', you can't keep your cunt quiet. Some Goddamned 
nun!" 

Sister Theresa wanted to spit in his face, tell him he was wrong, that he 
was no judge of who was worthy enough to serve God! But who was she to say 
something like that as she writhed helplessly on these ropes, silently 
begging for more dickmeat? 

No, at least he wouldn't see her climax. She let out a hoarse, guttural 
growl and bit her lip again to keep from moaning again. There was no 
stopping the whip of her hips as he rammed her cunt. But the young man 
wouldn't hear her cries of ecstatic delight as her cunt quivered in the 
throes of orgasm. 

"AHHHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa felt the flame moving into her asscrack. Her lust climbed 
higher and higher until she felt her orgasm would never come. There was a 
kind of pounding in her belly matching the throbbing in her cunt. Her entire 
body seemed to be tuned in to her clit, pulsing with the same maddening 
sexual rhythm coursing through her snatch. 

"Gonna shoot, baby, gonna fill that tight little pussy of yours with jizz. 
Man, you keep it good and tight even after all the fuckin' I done. Shit, 
gonna keep you around. Ain't too many broads around like this," Rico 
grunted, dropping his head and concentrating on his fucking. His powerful 
hips pounded against her thighs, and the van filled with the wet slick 
sounds of his cock sliding through her dark-red, swollen cuntmeat. The young 
woman thought she was going to die. She was gagging, retching, feeling her 
belly swell up as if she were pregnant. At times Sister Theresa thought 
she'd lose her breath. The nun sucked in lungfuls of air as she teetered on 
the brink of coming. 

"OHHHH NOOOO!" 

"Yeah, go for it, baby. Yeah, ohhhh FUCK!" Rico threw back his head and 
buried his dick all the way in to the hilt. He felt the scalding cum boil up 
from his nuts, shoot down the center tube in his throbbing rod and spray out 
of his piss-slit. Another and still another thick white-hot gout of cum shot 
out, spattering against the nun's cuntal walls. "NOOO!" 

Sister Theresa went crazy for a minute, feeling her mind blow apart as her 
cuntal walls buckled, grabbing hold of Rico's dick and sucking it in while 
her clit vibrated crazily. She yelped like an animal, throwing her head back 
and making strangling, retching sounds as she gasped for breath. The nun 
jerked her hips rapidly, keeping up with the young man's brutal assault. As 
he reamed her pussy one last time, the girl's clit shuddered. The last of 
her cunt-juice bubbled over her thighs, streaking her fuzzy cuntal mound. 
Slowly Sister Theresa felt the tension and delicious throbbing ache ebbing. 
She was coming down from her sexual high, descending from the unreal world 
of sexual delight into the ugly one of kidnapping and torture. Rico moved 
back, pulling his dick slowly from her pussy while shoving the lantern away 
from her body. 

"No sense in burnin' you up ... right now, anyways," he said, squatting down 
and turning off the Coleman lantern. 

"You ... animal," she sobbed, turning her face away from the young man. And 
yet, how could she hang there and judge him? Hadn't she been just as vile, 
enjoying every step of the way of her rape and humiliation? Wasn't she 
looking forward to more of the same, perhaps even acts more perverse and 
intense than the ones already endured? Ohhh, God protect her from herself! 

"We're almost there, baby. Almost there," Rico said, turning around and 
peering over his brother's shoulders at the road ahead. 

Sister Theresa hung there limply, tears falling freely from her eyes. She 
moved her hips, feeling the cum-slicked pussy walls rubbing against one 
another. What a slut she was! She was unfit to wear the habit any longer. 
Twisting around she saw the tattered remains of her holy dress. How could 
she put that over her sinful body again? She was more fit to wear one of 
those tight-fitting dresses and walk the streets like the common whore she 
was. 

The home they were going to was near the bus barn just two blocks from the 
beach. The area, once a several block region of dilapidated homes that 
housed hippies, was now deserted, marked for demolition. Several families of 
Mexicans still held on while a few warehouses dotted the outlying region of 
the area. 

Franko slowed the van down, carefully threading the vehicle through the 
debris-filled streets until he found the address he was looking for. 

"Okay, whore, we're here." 

He untied the trembling nun, snapping at her, calling her all sorts of names 
and slapping her hard on the butt several times to rush her dressing. 

Sister Theresa pulled on her torn dress and blouse reluctantly, wishing she 
could die before submitting any more to this young man. 

"Out." 

Sister Theresa stepped from the van, seeing the other nuns in front of her. 
Mother Superior gathered her skirts and picked her way carefully through the 
garbage in the street. In front of her the other two nuns whimpered quietly, 
holding on to one another for support. The old woman turned around when she 
heard movement behind her. She saw the young nun holding the ripped halves 
of her white blouse together, keeping her eyes bent toward the ground as she 
slowly made her way toward the home. 

"Sister..." 

"Shut up you old bag and get inside, or you'll get the same," Rico barked. 

Mother Superior made a face, then turned and resumed her careful, slow way. 

"How can you do this to us? We're nuns!" one of the sisters in front cried, 
nearly falling as she stumbled over a piece of wood. 

"Talk to this hot little number back here," Rico said tauntingly, slapping 
Sister Theresa on the butt. "She fucks like a mink." 

The words stung the girl's pride. How could he humiliate her like this in 
front of her sisters? 

"To talk of a bride of Christ like this is blasphemy!" Mother Superior said, 
stopping and facing the young hood. 

"What you're gonna see in there's gonna make your blasphemy look like a 
joke," Rico snarled. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Rico stopped for a drink inside the shabbily furnished house. It was obvious 
the place hadn't been cleaned for months, perhaps for years. There was the 
stink of stale beer and piss in the air and the small of unwashed linen and 
upholstery. His brothers took the nuns down the rickety stairs into a dimly 
lighted basement. The stench of urine was even more intense down there, 
reminding Sister Theresa of the odor of a slaughter house. The nuns clung 
together in a terrified little group, Mother 

Superior muttering prayers for strength as the men made fun of the women. 

"Whatcha prayin' for?" Franko asked Sister Theresa, who temporarily forgot 
how far she'd fallen from the faith. She was on her knees, rosary clenched 
in her fingers, mumbling her prayers with the others. "The way you was 
fuckin' my brother back there, sheeit, I ain't seen no woman growl and move 
that way with cock in 'er." 

His crude words made the other nuns scream and cover their ears while Mother 
Superior's old face turned ashen. 

"Sister, did he ... did he do anything immoral to you in that van?" 

Why did she ask? Why did she ask that question when surely she knew what had 
been going on, both in the van and in the halfway house. Sister Theresa 
threw her hands to her face, trying to hide the shame she felt was written 
on her forehead. 

"Okay, fun's over." 

Rico stumbled down the stairs. It was then Sister Theresa saw the basement 
was really a series of rooms. There were several wood doors on either side 
of the large underground room. They reminded her of small meat lockers. Of 
course! This was probably a grocery or butcher shop at one time. That had to 
account for the smell still clinging to the rotting walls! 

"I want this one all to myself," Rico said, pointing at Sister Theresa. 

The young nun cringed, feeling the eyes of the other nuns staring at her, 
peering into her shamed soul. 

"Animals, all of you, animals!" she cried, sinking to the cement floor, 
fingers clenched into two fists, sobbing hysterically. What was she crying 
for-ruined life, her shattered faith, her shamed reputation? The young 
woman's head spun dizzyingly around and around as she felt hands slide under 
her arms and drag her off into one of the rooms. 

"Inside, bitch." 

They threw her to the floor, slamming the door loudly behind her and bolting 
it shut. Sister Theresa lay sobbing on the floor for what seemed like hours. 
Soon the cold damp began to make her bones ache and she pulled herself up 
from the floor, hugging her torn, dirty garments around her for warmth. In 
the background she could hear screams from the other nuns. At times the 
shrieks turned into sobs of torment. What were the men doing to them-raping 
them, torturing them the same way they tortured her? From the sounds of 
those young women the results were quite different from hers. 

More time passed. Sister Theresa looked around the tiny cubicle. In the dim 
light she made out hooks and what appeared to be rings and manacles attached 
to the cement block walls. Some of the instruments appeared to be holdovers 
from the days when this was a slaughter house or whatever it was. Others 
looked as if they'd been installed much later. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of boots coming her way. The nun 
stiffened, drawing back from the door. 

"Your sisters aren't as cooperative," Rico said, standing tall in the 
doorway. He wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. "She 
scratches, but finally couldn't stop me from fucking her." 

Who? Mother Superior, Sister Mary Dominic, Sister Frederika? She pictured 
the young nuns now stripped naked, sprawled in one of these cells, their 
bodies violated unwillingly. But they weren't like her. None of them could 
have felt the powerful unholy passions that surged through her body when 
Rico first drove his dick into her and ripped away her cherry. They were now 
sobbing over their lost innocence. But they would remain strong in their 
faith because they had resisted the Talbo brothers' force. In spite of the 
rape, they were still unsullied brides of Christ. But she was nothing but a 
street slut! 

"Tired?" 

Sister Theresa turned her head away. She didn't even want to speak to him. 

"Sal, got Champ ready?" 

"Yeah, all hot and ready to trot," the fat Tolbo brother said, peering into 
the cell around his taller brother's arm and grinning at the young nun. 
Sister Theresa stepped back, feeling the wall pressing against her back and 
buttocks. The way they were grinning at her made her feel unwashed. 

"Get out here, bitch, we're not finished with you yet," Rico barked 
savagely. 

The tone of his voice nearly made Sister Theresa faint with fear. She 
mustered what courage she had and walked through the doorway. There was no 
sense in resisting these men. That would bring on only more pain, more 
humiliation. 

Sister Theresa stepped into the brighter light. She could hear 
half-strangled sobs coming out from several cubicles away from her. 

"They were tighter than you, but not as good," Franko said, dropping one 
hand and rubbing his groin. Sister Theresa looked down and saw several dark 
wet splotches on his pants. Her suspicions were now confirmed. "You're one 
hell of a fuck. I gotta try 'er," Franko said thickly. 

"After this," Rico said, holding out one hand to keep his brother back. 
"Okay, one last chance. You gonna talk?" 

The package again. He really believed she was holding out on him! 

"Oh, there isn't any package. Oh, what's the use," Sister Theresa groaned, 
hanging her head and fighting back a scream tearing at her throat. She could 
have killed Rico and his brothers at that point. The nun had an idea the 
package of heroin was quickly taking a back seat to their sexual 
entertainment. 

"God have mercy on us all," Sister Frederika cried out between her sobs. 

"Amen," Sister Mary Dominic and Mother Superior chanted together in soft 
voices. 

"Yeah, God have mercy on us when this one gets hot! Fuck, she'd fry our 
dicks off with her pussy," Rico said, stretching out one arm and chucking 
her under the chin. 

"Come on, let's get on with the dog and pony show," Sal said anxiously, 
rubbing his crotch and staring hotly at Sister Theresa. 

"Yeah, keep on them clothes baby. It's a real turn on to see a nun fucked by 
a dog," Franko added. 

Sister Theresa's eyes opened. She turned to Rico who stood with his hairy 
arms crossed over his chest, Surely they were mistaken! Surely she'd heard 
them wrong! 

"We ain't done this for a while. Ain't had too many cunts up here since we 
got goin' again in pushin'. But we still kept the mutt around for protection 
and all that kinda shit." 

Sister Theresa drew her hands over her tits, clutching at the ribbons of 
material, all that was left of her blouse. She stared at the brothers, 
seeing all of them grinning like children at her. At first she thought this 
was some terrible joke. Then the woman realized they weren't alone. Dropping 
her eyes she saw a shape to the right of Franko's left leg. It moved closer. 
Edging back, the young nun realized it was a fully grown male Doberman. 
"What 

"What do you think?" Rico answered back, his smile growing sinister. 

Sister Theresa shook her head slowly from side to side, her mind growing 
light with terror and revulsion. They were going to make her do something 
with that growling animal! She jerked her head to one side, desperately 
looking for somewhere to hide. Where could she go? Nowhere. Trapped! 

"Come on, baby, come on and pet ol' Champ. Why don'tcha pet 'im on the dick 
and he'll really like you?" 

Those words drove the nun over the edge. Letting out a scream she turned and 
ran, her arms flailing out in front of her. She didn't know where she was 
going. All Sister Theresa knew was she had to get away from those terrible 
men and what they were going to do to her. 

"Sister!" 

It was Mother Superior, her gown ripped from her body, supporting herself on 
the doorway moulding. She stretched out a hand, motioning with her fingers 
to come inside. 

"We'll lock the door," the older woman said briskly as Sister Theresa turned 
and stumbled toward the head nun. 

"No you won't," Rico retorted, grabbing Sister Theresa by the the left arm 
and yanking back so hard the young woman thought he'd pull her shoulder 
socket apart. She screamed with pain, her knees buckling. She fell to the 
floor, inches away from the helping fingers of Mother Superior. "And you get 
back into the cell, you old bitch!" Rico snapped, shoving the elder nun 
roughly with his free hand. 

Sister Theresa heard Mother Superior scream and fall backward, striking some 
furniture just as Rico slammed the door shut. 

"I like some action before a hot fuck," the oldest Talbo brother said, 
dragging the shrieking nun back to the Doberman. 

"No, no, I won't, I'll kill myself first!" she screamed, clawing at Rico's 
arms, trying to twist her lithe body around and kick him. The other two 
brothers got into the act. She felt hands pawing her, playing with her tits, 
slapping her butt, snaking under her long wool skirt. She snapped her knees 
shut when Franko pinched her outer cunt lips, kicking out at the young man 
while curling her fingers and drawing her nails across Sal's chubby face. 

"OWWWWW!" the fat man screamed, stumbling back while holding one hand over 
the injured cheek. 

"She's a scrapper all right," Rico said, laughing at his youngest brother's 
plight. "Okay, we had enough fun with the bitch. Let's give oV Champ some 
breathin' space," Rico said, holding out his arms and motioning his brothers 
back. 

Sister Theresa lay on the floor, her legs pressed tightly together and bent 
slightly at the knees while she stared at the approaching animal. Her heart 
felt as if it were going to tear through her rib cage. She didn't dare make 
a move. Maybe if she were quiet he'd just get bored with her and go away. 
Her ordeal wouldn't be over. But anything, anything would be better than 
what the Tolbo brothers were proposing. 

She shivered as the big black Doberman's ears pricked forward. He stopped 
several feet in front of her, his black moist nostrils quivering as he 
sniffed the air between them. Could he smell anything? Could he smell the 
juices that still coated her pussy? 

She groaned inwardly as a light shudder passed through Champ's body. His 
slick black coat of fur seemed to bristle while his eyes glittered with 
excitement. He caught something, caught her scent of arousal! The young nun 
held her breath, watching in horror as the Doberman began to stalk her. He 
walked around her still body, his eyes never leaving her. His stubby tail 
wagged at times, then stood still as he stopped and sniffed the air again. 
And all the time Sister Theresa heard the growl, growing stronger as the 
seconds ticked by. 

He stopped in front of her, his forelegs braced apart, his dark pink tongue 
hanging from one corner of his mouth. She shivered as the growl seemed to 
intensify. His black rubbery lips quivered then pulled back, revealing a 
double set of crisscrossed fangs. 

"Oh!" she cried, putting one hand to her mouth and drawing back. The men 
stood behind Champ. Rico's face was especially amused as he watched his pet 
moving in on the terrified nun. 

"No, oh God in heaven, don't let this happen to your servant," Sister 
Theresa whispered hoarsely, rolling her blue eyes up to the ceiling. 

Her attention was brought back to reality as the dog barked savagely, 
dropping his head and moving up another few inches. 

"Go for it, Champ," Rico yelled. 

Sister Theresa trembled. Her flesh crawled as the dog moved closer, that 
throaty growl becoming more insistent and threatening. She could feel his 
breath against her calves now. Shaking, the young nun pulled her legs away. 
Oh, if only she could faint, black out before the animal had his way with 
her. 

"NOOO!" 

Sister Theresa jerked both arms out and pushed Champ back as he lunged 
forward. The touch of her fingers against his warm coat of fur made her 
shudder. The girl scooted back on her ass, crawling along the wall, keeping 
her eyes riveted on the approaching animal. 

"Oh God, God," she whimpered, tears falling from her eyes. Why had her God 
abandoned her? Why had he let her suffer like this at the hands of these 
animals? Was there a God after all? Were the heretics right in saying people 
like her were only wasting their lives in serving a nonexistent diety? 

"Go for it!" 

There was a sudden hot wash of a tongue over one leg. She jerked back as if 
someone had touched her with a branding iron. 

"OHHHHH!" 

It had begun. The woman screamed, rolling over and scrambling away from the 
tracking animal on all fours. She felt her tits hanging down from her upper 
chest, nearly touching the floor as she ran in all directions. 

"Stop this!" 

But the big Doberman could understand only his growing desire to nail the 
screaming woman in front of him. He braced his paws on the cement floor, 
dropping his head again and lunging for the nun. Sister Theresa slipped and 
fell on one side. 

Champ was on her in a flash, his strong legs sliding against the insides of 
her thighs. Sister Theresa reached down and beat her arms wildly at the dog. 
What was he going to do? She felt his breath more intensely now on her 
flesh. Screaming with revulsion and horror the young nun kicked back at the 
growling Doberman. 

"OHHHHHH!" 

The snapping of his teeth resounded through the basement like a gunshot. The 
woman stopped her gyrations and stared wildly at the dog. He would kill her, 
tear out her throat if she tried to fight him off. Sister Theresa could see 
that in his slitted eyes. He looked like a wolf protecting its catch for the 
night. Twice the nun tried to slide away, reach down and push her skirt 
below her knees. But the dog snapped at her hands. Giving up, Sister Theresa 
left herself in God's and the animal's hands. 

"No, NO!" 

Barking in triumph, Champ lowered his head and shoved his pointed snout 
under her skirt. Heaving his head about the young male animal managed to 
shove her skirt high above her waist, exposing her narrow hips and bushy 
blonde cuntal thicket. His eyes seemed to glow with sexual light as he 
stared at her pussy mound, then moved in for the kill. 

"OHHHHH!" 

His tongue divided her still-swollen cunt. The sensation of that hot wet 
tongue inside her was terrifying. Sister Theresa jerked her head back, 
stiffening as the big Doberman kept on caressing her with his muzzle. A dog 
was eating her cunt! A dog! And what made it worse was that with each 
passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing back the exciting heat she'd 
felt earlier with Rico. That tongue was so hot, so silky and smooth against 
her cunt lips. "NO!" 

She had to come to her senses. Perhaps she could do nothing to push the 
animal away. But at least she could resist her own feelings. How could she 
ever face herself again if she were to let Champ eat her out this way? 

Somehow Sister Theresa pushed Champ back again without him trying to snap 
her hand off. She was on her hands and knees, crawling on the floor, 
whimpering through her flared nostrils. How her chest burned with 
excitement. No, no, this was wrong, all wrong! The girl reached around and 
tried to push the dog away. But Champ moved from side to side, barking 
playfully, his long knobby prong bobbing around. 

The Doberman jumped. She felt his strong forelegs hitting her lower back. 
His nails scratched her sensitive white flesh. He was going to mount her, 
fuck her! 

"NO!" 

The girl grew desperate, dropping to the floor and rolling onto her back. 
Champ fell off, turned around several times and barked playfully. He was 
enjoying this game, toying with the girl before he got down to business. 

Next she realized he was pumping against her ass. There was something hot 
and slick and sharp gouging at her cuntal mouth. Sister Theresa didn't have 
to think twice to realize what was going on. 

The horror of what had almost happened brought her staggering to her feet. 
"No, oh God, no!" 

She stumbled forward, crashing against a chair and falling back to the 
floor. The dog followed, nipping at her heels. He was trying to catch an 
ankle and bring her down. Her own faltering steps had accomplished that. 
With a howl Sister Theresa realized she'd lost. Champ was swarming around 
her flailing legs. All was over. She was going to get fucked by a dog. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"OHHHHNOOOOO!" 

Champ growled and tossed his head, lowering it quickly and pushing forward. 
There was a sudden penetration of her cunt that brought a fiery shiver over 
her skin. Again the nun tried climbing higher, slipped, then fell to the 
floor. The chair she'd braced herself against slipped and crashed down, 
sliding violently to the other end of the basement room. 

"No," she cried. Sister Theresa choked and tried to get air back into her 
lungs. Champ was making strange noises as he plowed her cunt lips open and 
lapped on the juice flowing out again. This was crazy, insane! What could 
she possibly be thinking of to let this dog take advantage of her? And yet, 
as awful and crazy as this all was, it felt so good! How could anything like 
this have happened? It was almost as if she were having a bad dream. But no, 
this was too sharp a tickle for that. Everything that had happened to her in 
the past few hours seemed dream-like. But when her pussy tightened, buckled 
and exploded in sexual release, reality crashed down on her. 

Gingerly the nun stretched a shaky hand out and touched his pointed ears. 
They were so perky and furry. Glancing down, she saw his sharp black muzzle 
and opened mouth. How his white, wet fangs contrasted with the deep red 
color of her swollen pubes! Sister Theresa sucked in a ragged breath, 
watching his tongue slip out from between his teeth and caress her swampy 
cuntal membranes. She was finally getting her breath back when the dog 
touched a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy and made her gasp. 

"OHHHHHHH!" 

Her voice was hoarse and thick. Closing her thighs, Sister Theresa made one 
last futile attempt to get away. The dog clamped his paws between her 
thighs, growling and closing his jaws on her tender flesh. She felt his 
fangs going deeper as he rolled his dark-brown eyes up and watched her 
reaction. This sudden show of intelligence made Sister Theresa dizzy with 
fright and surprise. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted. There 
was no accident any longer. He wasn't an animal following blind instinct. He 
was planning this as carefully as his master planned her humiliation. Champ 
knew what he wanted and was using his weapons to make her give in. 
"Ohhhhhh!" 

When the pain in her thigh became sharp the girl finally opened her body to 
him again. What could she do? He'd bite down until he drew blood if he had 
to in order to make her obey. Obey! That was a joke! What a reversal! A dog 
was making a human obey! 

"GOD!" 

"Man, she's so fuckin' noisy!" Franko said, clamping both hands over his 
ears playfully. 

"She thinks God's gonna help her out," Sal said, his eyes glittering with 
excitement at the sight of the nun subdued by the Doberman. 

Rico said nothing, his face bloated with lust as he watched Sister Theresa 
turn from reluctant victim to active participant in this sick act of sexual 
subjugation. Her woolen skirt was a thick rope around her waist while her 
blouse hung open in front. She was lustily thrashing around on the floor, a 
disgrace to her faith and her God. Yes, he'd changed her, turned her from an 
obedient nun to a howling slut whose only thoughts were focused on cocks! It 
was an accomplishment Rico was proud of. With a laugh he pulled down his 
zipper and slipped out his dick, jerking off while watching his pet lick off 
the nun. 

Champ's sloppy licking was driving Sister Theresa to the brink of insanity. 
The rough wetness of the stubby fur on his nose made her let out excited 
little grunts. It was exciting her clit. His lapping was so uncontrolled, so 
wild that he touched her throbbing clit often. When that happened the nun 
jerked crazily on the floor, her ass slapping against the wet cement while 
her fingernails clawed the smooth concrete. His tongue drove around and 
around the wet flesh at the base of her clit now, making the girl lose all 
control. With a moan of defeat Sister Theresa fell on her back, her arms and 
legs spread out as if she'd been crucified. Champ moved up and rested on his 
belly between her knees and began to eat hungrily. 

The smacking sounds of his tongue snaking into her cunt filled the room. 
Sister Theresa moaned, rolling her head from side to side while rubbing the 
backs of her legs against the concrete floor. She stared up at the filthy 
ceiling, all hope of shoving the dog from her gone. 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Sister Theresa groaned, inching her knees up from the 
floor, feeling her cunt lips unsticking and peeling back as her legs spread 
farther apart. She was opening herself up to the animal, giving him more of 
her tumid cuntmeat to lick. The young nun had surrendered unconditionally to 
the devil inside her. She was listening to the voice from hell, letting a 
dog administer to her sexual needs while renouncing heaven. Yes, yes, she 
didn't care any longer. All that mattered was fucking. All she cared about 
in the world was fucking. 

The sounds of Champ's mouth sucking on her steamy cunt were growing louder. 
Sister Theresa realized she was digging her nails into her ass, moving her 
butt from side to side, wagging it as if it were a tail. The Doberman was 
becoming wilder by the moment. Without any warning he started licking her 
belly, moving up to her swollen tits and sanding his tongue over her 
nipples. Why was she letting him do this? Didn't morality have any play in 
this? 

"Oh, nooooo!" 

Why couldn't she bring herself to jump up and run away? 

"Oh can't, can't," she whispered, falling back to the floor after several 
attempts to rise. She raised her eyelashes as the big dog lapped at her tits 
again. Sister Theresa pushed her knees together and squeezed her buttocks, 
rocking her body back and forth. Yes, oh how wonderful it felt to have her 
cuntal walls rubbing together. It reminded her of the time when she was 
masturbating in the bathroom. Oh, how long ago that seemed! How much she'd 
done since that! 

Champ was at her feet now, licking her toes and ankles. Then he was licking 
her knees and thighs again and finally her' naked pussy. Yes, yes, she was 
going to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't fight the 
feeling tearing at her cunt. The young nun was surrendering to him all of 
her pussy-every hidden hollow, every fold that glistened with her juices. 

"OHHHHHHH!" 

When she thrashed like a wild woman Champ backed off, fearing she was going 
to come before he had his way with her. Sister Theresa spasmed and rocked 
from side to side in a fever that hurt as much as it pleased. The animal 
gouged and lapped, driving his nose into her cuntal mouth. The nun curled 
into a fetal position, then straightened out, stretching out both arms and 
holding on tightly to the dog's furry back. She scratched him hard, digging 
her fingernails into his coat. Ohhh, she was close, oh so close to coming! 

"Man, she's comin' hard," Sal said breathlessly, working his fingers up and 
down his crotch. 

"Naw, she's not comin', " Rico countered, an expert now in Sister Theresa's 
sexual habits. "You'll know when she makes it. This fuckin' room's gonna 
come down around her ears." 

He was right. The young nun relaxed, sucking in lungfuls of air as the dog 
kept on lapping at her pussy. No, she hadn't reached orgasm. It was just a 
series of powerful pre-orgasmic spasms tearing through her cunt. Rico was 
right. He'd fucked her often enough, played with her, tortured her, to know 
when she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. 

"Mmmmmmm!" 

The young nun was covered with sweat. She turned around and peered 
heavy-lidded in front of her. She saw Mother Superior had opened the door 
and was staring in horror at what was happening in front of her. Several 
times she saw the woman crossing herself, her head shaking with horror. But 
still she looked on, her eyes wide while her mouth opened. 

"Ohhhh I'm sorry, sorry," the young nun panted, closing her eyes. She felt 
pangs of guilt assail her now. How could she be doing this terrible thing? 
Once more Sister Theresa thought of her church and her faith. 

"Nooooooo!" 

Desperately the nun tried to fight her way through the fog of sensuality 
that had settled over her mind. But it was far too late. She was floating 
around in a dream-like state of sexual excitement. Nothing could pull her 
out of it. She had to reach orgasm, come with the dog's tongue scraping 
around inside her pussy before rationality returned. 

Sister Theresa found herself panting just as hard as the dog now. The big 
dog was working lower on her pussy, tickling the bottom junction of her 
swollen cunt lips with the tip of his tongue. The nun moaned, tilting her 
pussy mound down, wanting him to touch her clit again. Yes, she needed 
stimulation, needed that hot wet touch to bring herself off. She wanted 
release from the throbbing, aching pressure building in her pussy. 
"WAWWWHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa's face was red and pinched. Champ was going crazy, shoving 
his snout into her cunthole, sniffing and panting in the soaked flesh. The 
nun kicked one leg out as the tense thrills built. 

"Man, she's gonna make it soon," Rico said softly, his fingers moving around 
his cockhead. 

Sister Theresa babbled with excitement, her hands now wrapped around Champ's 
head. She was holding him down so that he lapped his tongue over and over 
again against her velvet fuck slit. She watched the dog lapping at her cunt. 
How his tongue curled around her clit, pushing it down at times, making it 
twitch with wild excitement. The girl shivered, feeling her flesh catch fire 
then chill each time he touched a sensitive spot. 

"AAAAHHHGHH!" 

Sister Theresa stared at her cunt-hairs clinging together in wet fringes 
along the edges of her pubes. She watched as the tendons in her inner thighs 
bulged out whenever the dog slurped upward through the length of her cuntal 
cleft. 

UO 

"Yes, oh God, yes-yessssss!" 

Champ closed his sharp fangs down again on the ridged muscles. The nun 
writhed in a fury of wonderful sexual sensations. She shoved her cuntal 
mound up after falling back on her ass, whimpering for the dog to eat her 
out again. 

The animal complied. The friction was building quickly in her snatch. She 
was teetering on the brink of orgasm again. So many climaxes in such a short 
period of time. Sister Theresa instinctively knew she should be exhausted by 
now. But some hellish power was giving her strength for these incredible 
bouts of sexual perversion. Whenever she thought she couldn't go another 
step farther some new power entered her body and gave her the needed 
strength and will. 

Sister Theresa whipped her legs against the floor, hugging the animal's body 
with her knees. He was bringing her up to the final throbbing hurt. It was a 
wild pain so keen that pleasure bubbled up from it as her hot juices boiled 
out of her cuntal slit. It was wetting down the big animal's furry muzzle. 

And still the nun squirmed all over the floor, feeling her buttocks sliding 
on the cunt juice seeping from her pussy. She could hear the slick sounds of 
his mouth on her cunt. It sucked and clicked with each writhing movement she 
made. 

"AIYYYYEEEEE!" 

The nun couldn't keep her orgasm away another second. She couldn't stop 
moving. Her shivering ill moans, her wild squirming set the dog off into a 
wilder fury. He made strange grunting sounds against the hot mess of her 
cunt. It was a kind of growling and whining noise that made her open her 
knees even wider. As her orgasm reached its peak the dog opened his powerful 
jaws and took her cuntal mound between his fangs. He clamped down lightly, 
shaking the furry hot mound lightly between his teeth. He shook gently from 
side to side, his fangs pressing maddeningly against her flesh. At the same 
time the Doberman slid his tongue back and forth, piercing her fuck-hole 
again. 

"Come, come, come," Sister Theresa moaned, humping her crotch against the 
animal's muzzle. She squirmed on the floor, her knees snapping together, 
then slowly falling apart as the killing chilly heat flashed through her 
pussy. While his tongue swathed the delirious pleasure from her body the 
young nun let out keening whimpers from her tightened throat. Yes, yes, she 
was coming. It was achingly slow, enough to drive her insane! 

"NOOOO!" 

Her pussy began buckling, the walls snapping shut on the dog's probing 
tongue. Champ knew what was happening and started lapping more furiously 
against her pussy. Sister Theresa scissored her legs around the Doberman's 
thick furry neck and hunched wildly against his mouth. Ohhh, how she wanted 
to have something hot, stiff and thick in her pussy! If only she could have 
the sensation of something inside her cunt, something pushing apart those 
moving slick walls! 

"God have mercy on you, Sister Theresa," Mother Superior whispered, crossing 
herself, turning and staggering back into her cell. 

"Move it baby, come on, show ol' Champ how much spunk you got," Rico 
taunted. 

The nun screamed, cried and sobbed as her orgasm washed over her pussy. The 
dog was howling, his narrow hips trembling. She felt something hot 
spattering against one hand. He was coming, shooting off his doggie jizz 
against her body! The young woman made a face, tearing free of the animal's 
grip and crawling away as the dog moaned and howled. That sensation of his 
spunk splashing against her flesh snapped her back to reality. What awful 
thing had she done in front of these men? 

Gagging, holding her hands over her mouth to keep from vomiting, Sister 
Theresa managed to muster enough strength to wriggle away from the animal. 
Turning around she saw Champ prancing back and forth, his head jerking from 
side to side while gouts of white cum shot in a steady stream from his 
boner. 

"Noooooo ... oh God, no!" 

She found herself on the other side of the basement when her mind cleared 
fully. She breathed in huge lungfuls of air and stared at the men opposite 
her. The animal's warm doggie spunk dribbled down her legs and right arm. 
The poor thing hadn't meant anything wrong. It was just wonderful pleasure 
to him. How was he to know she was being abused by these men. 

"I can't go on like this, I just can't," Sister Theresa sobbed, covering her 
face with her hands. Mother Superior had seen her in the throes of her 
perverted state of ecstasy. 

"Need a drink, baby? Lots of times women need a drink or a cig after 
fuckin', " Rico said, turning around and winking at his brothers. 

Sal and Franko looked puzzled for a moment. Then smiles crossed their thin 
lips and they pushed themselves away from the wall. Sister Theresa leaned 
heavily against an overturned box, rubbing her fingertips over her burning 
forehead. What had she done? What terrible thing had she let herself succumb 
to? 

At that point the young nun looked up and saw all three Tolbo brothers 
standing around her in a small semicircle. They held their cocks in their 
hands, pointing the fat dickheads at her face. She flinched backward, her 
mouth opened in surprise. 

Rico laughed then pushed his hips forward. Several yellowish droplets oozed 
from his piss-slit, becoming a steady burning stream in a second. Sal and 
Franko quickly followed, directing their urine at the screaming nun's face. 

This was too much! Sister Theresa gathered her skirt about her knees and 
tried to stand up. But her feet slipped on the piss-slicked floor. She fell 
hard on her ass as the men laughed again. "Ohhhhhhh!" 

Hot jets of urine spattered on her tits, spraying up onto her chin and lips. 
The girl cried out, raising both hands and covering her face. 

"Take 'em down or I'll kick 'em down," Rico growled, raising one booted foot 
threateningly while still training his piss on her face. 

Sister Theresa shivered and did as she was told. Closing her eyes the young 
nun endured this latest sickening horror. She felt the greasy yellowish 
streams fouling her body, the stench making her belly turn over. The piss 
flowed in a broad river down from her throat over her tits, several droplets 
clinging to her nipples before falling off and gathering in pools around her 
navel. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" 

Rico started pissing anew, now directing his urine on her lips. The girl 
clamped them tightly together, refusing to open her mouth and drink the foul 
liquid as she knew he wanted her to. 

"Open up, damn it!" 

Sister Theresa shook her head back and forth. Rico smiled at her defiance, 
then jerked one foot forward rapidly. The toe of his boot caught her 
unexpectedly in the belly. With a shout the girl fell backward, her mouth 
opened as she tried to suck in air. Rico directed his piss between her 
parted lips, laughing as she coughed and gagged, spitting out the yellow 
liquid while holding her throat. "OHhhhhhh!" 

Finally the streams stopped. She lay on the floor, her torn clothes stinking 
of their piss. She had reached bottom. Sister Theresa could cry no more. 
Surely she was in hell now, paying for the sins of lust she'd enjoyed only a 
few hours earlier. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"You've been fucked 'til you can't walk. Even the mutt's had his chance with 
you. You still holdin' out on me?" Rico asked, glancing a little nervously 
down at his wristwatch. It was getting late. He was supposed to make 
delivery in two hours. Looking back down at Sister Theresa he felt a mixture 
of anger and lust. In spite of the paces he'd put her through, the young 
woman still looked attractive. After pissing on her the men stripped her 
filthy clothes from her body and dragged her upstairs for a shower. The 
young nun screamed as the ice cold water cascaded over her body, washing 
away the sweat and cum and pussy juice that made her stink like an old 
whore. 

"Why don't you believe me?" she said slowly, holding the woolen blanket 
they'd given her tightly around her tits. "I don't know about any package. I 
don't know about the heroin you've got inside it. Why don't you just give it 
up anyway?" 

Rico laughed softly, rubbing his fingers together thoughtfully. 

"Can't. Just can't, lady. Got too much tied up in the operation. And if I 
don't find that package soon, well..." His voice dropped as his eyes glazed 
over. Sister Theresa shuddered. She had an idea of what awaited him and his 
brothers if they didn't come through with the delivery. For the first time 
in a long time the nun felt something like compassion for her tormentors. 

"Try. Our Lord says..." 

"Cut that crap!" Rico snapped, impatiently waving her away with the sweep of 
one hand and standing up. "I don't know what the fuck can knock some sense 
into you. I'll bet you think you're like one of those Goddamned martyrs. 
Most of you nuns are, hopin' you can die for God or something weird like 
that. Well, fuck you, lady!" he cried, bending down and nearly spitting in 
her face. Sister Theresa inched back, her eyes widening. 

"Hey, what's goin' on down there?" 

Sal and Franko clattered down the wooden stairs. Both had been on the first 
floor getting more beer from the refrigerator. Behind Sister Theresa, they 
could hear the muted wailing of the three other nuns. 

"Nothin'. That's the problem," he said, his eyes narrowing. 

"Maybe she needs somethin' to shake up her memory. It's gettin' late," 
Franko said meaningfully. 

Sister Theresa looked up and saw Sal shifting his weight from foot to foot 
nervously. Something clicked in her mind. She'd thought all through this 
ordeal the fat Tolbo brother acted oddly. He took part in her humiliation. 
But he was holding back, watching his two brothers carefully as if he knew 
something they didn't and didn't want them to find out. She'd thought once 
before he might be holding out on them. Now Sister Theresa was almost 
certain of it. But how could she prove it? 

Rico paced back and forth. He sucked in his lips as if searching for some 
ideas, then stood in front of the trembling nun. He rocked back and forth on 
his feet while staring down at her. 

"I'm not sure this one knows anything about the heroin," he said, his eyes 
shifting for a moment to the right. Sister Theresa noticed Sal seemed paler 
than he did a few moments earlier. In spite of her desire to be 
compassionate to all, the nun couldn't help but feel a thrill of triumph in 
watching the fat Tolbo brother squirm. 

"You sure? Man, then what . . .?" Franko began. 

"Then if she ain't got it, we been double-crossed," Rico interrupted, 
stopping his back and forth rocking and turning around. He stared first at 
Franko, then at Sal. 

"By who?" 

"I don't know yet," he said quietly, still staring at his fat brother. 

"Then let us go," Sister Theresa said, feeling the first hope spring in her 
breast. 

"I said I'm not sure," Rico said, turning his attention back to the young 
nun. "But that don't mean we can't have a little fun with the bitch. She's 
lookin' forward to it, ain'tcha," he said, his voice thickening at the end 
as he bent down and started fingering the woolen blanket. 

Sister Theresa shivered, pulling away from the young hood. Now there was 
hope the four of them would be released unharmed, the terrible guilt that 
she'd kept pent up started to creep over her mind. Pictures of what she'd 
done flashed in front of her. The nun closed her eyes and moaned softly. 
Mother Superior had witnessed her foulest disgrace, letting that animal lick 
her into an orgasm. How could she face the older woman, face her other 
sisters when this was over? They would strip away her vows, shrink away from 
her as they opened the door of the Church and forced her back out into the 
street where she belonged! 

Rico nudged her with the toe of his boot. Sister Theresa squealed, scooting 
back more. Were they going to tie her up and beat her once more with riding 
crops and belts? Was he going to burn her again? The burns still stung from 
all that horror of several hours before. 

"You're gonna remember us for a long, long time," Rico said, pulling the 
blanket off her with a sharp tug. The girl fell forward, caught herself and 
rolled back, covering her exposed naked tits and cunt with her hands. A cold 
rush of air made her flesh shiver and pucker up into goose pimples. She felt 
those awful eyes of the Tolbos examining her again. 

"Don't!" she cried sharply. 

"Get the rope," Rico said, turning his head around and talking to Sal. "And 
you, get that two-by-four over there." He pointed to a stake resting some 
ten feet away from Sister Theresa. 

The brothers did as they were told, handing the materials to Rico who in 
turn instructed Sister Theresa to bend down and place her wrists against her 
ankles. 

The young nun got up, then backed away, her eyes racing around the room as 
she desperately searched for something to grab. She was going to fight. She 
didn't care if her faith told her to submit meekly. Her faith hadn't done a 
thing to help her through this ordeal. God hadn't come down with his army of 
angels and prevented Rico and his brothers from torturing her, humiliating 
her, making her see the terrible dark side of her sexuality. Why should she 
follow the precepts of her faith any longer? 

But there was nothing around to fight back with. AH she had was the hate 
that had quickly replaced the compassion she'd felt minutes earlier. Rico 
and his horrible brothers weren't going to leave them alone for some time. 
They were enjoying her torment, concern for the heroin package fading into 
the background at least temporarily. 

"Bend down!" 

Rico's eyes glittered with excitement again when he realized Sister Theresa 
was defying him. This was what he wanted. He hated weak things ... weak 
people, machines, ideas. When this nun stood up to him and fought back the 
young man could feel his dick stiffening in his pants as if she'd planted a 
lover's kiss on his dick. 

"I won't," she spat back. 

"Little slut," he said, a smile crossing his thin lips. 

Rico jerked out one hand and grabbed her hair, filling his palm with her 
blonde strands. He jerked her close to him, breathing in the nun's face. She 
winced, smelling the foul odor of stale beer. 

"Wanna play games, eh?" he asked, stepping on her toes with his thick-soled 
boots, nearly crushing the bones while tugging harder at her hair. Sister 
Theresa bit her lips until she could taste blood. God forgive her, but she 
was starting to get hot all over again. She was having a man, a real man, 
telling her what to do, abusing her, crushing her down in the dirt where she 
belonged. It was what turned her on, what made her cunt hot as an oven! 

"No, just leave me alone!" 

Rico laughed in her face, then curled the fingers of his free hand into a 
fist and punched her moderately in the belly. 

Sister Theresa's eyes bugged out while a whoosh of breath escaped from her 
opened mouth. Surprise and pain registered in her eyes as the young nun's 
knees buckled. She fell to the floor, hands pressed to her injured belly 
while Rico still held tightly onto her hair. The oldest Tolbo gave her time 
to recover before snapping her face hard against the side of his boot. She 
cried out, her teeth cutting the inside of her upper lip. She tasted blood 
once more. Yes, this was more self punishment, punishment for the terrible 
pleasure she was feeling coursing through her pussy. God forgive her, she 
was unfit for any human company except for people like the Tolbos! 

Rico dragged her halfway across the floor, dropping her almost in front of 
Mother Superior's cell. 

"Open the fuckin' doors and let those bitches outta there. I want them to 
see this." 

Franko and Sal did as they were told, fishing out the keys from their 
pockets and opening the small cubicles. Sister Frederika and Sister Mary 
Dominic came out cautiously, hugging one another and staring terrified at 
the two men towering over them. Mother Superior walked out stiffly, still 
wearing the tattered clothes she wore when they first brought her there. 
Franko had tried to rape her, lost interest and satisfied himself with 
simply humiliating the older nun by jacking off in her face after beating 
her savagely. 

"Stop 'em there," Rico said. Mother Superior let out a gasp while the two 
young nuns screamed. They watched in mute horror as Rico finished his game 
with Sister Theresa. He jerked up her hair again, making the young nun 
scream and jerk her hands up to her scalp. She clawed savagely at the young 
man's wrists, her tits jiggling up and down while her legs kicked out in 
front of her. Her face turned red and pinched with agony while tears rolled 
down her cheeks. Rico jerked her to the left, then pulled her to the right, 
manipulating her like a puppet. 

"Christ, she sounds like a fuckin' air-raid siren," Franko cried, putting 
his hands over his ears and making a face. 

"Let her go!" Mother Superior said, her face turning gray. She made the sign 
of the cross and pushed her fingers together, moving her lips in silent 
prayer. 

"No, oh God, leave her alone!" the two young nuns wailed together. 

But Rico had other plans. He dropped his hands away from her hair, letting 
the girl scramble away from him. She rubbed her injured scalp, sobbing 
hysterically, crawling over to the three nuns. 

"NO!" 

Rico blocked her way, pushing Sister Frederika and Sister Mary Dominic back 
so hard they nearly lost their balance. 

"GOD!" the three cried together. 

"No God here," Rico said. 

Sister Theresa would have had to agree with him as she watched him stare at 
her with the fixed look of a hungry sewer rat. She trembled as he smiled 
more broadly at her. He was going out of control, letting himself be moved 
by the wild animal feelings running through his mind now. Sister Theresa 
scooted back, avoiding the three nuns until she felt a wall pressing against 
her back. 

Rico stood in front of her now, his chest heaving up and down mightily as he 
raised one hand over his head. He was enjoying her growing terror greatly, 
watching her forehead crease, her eyes bug out while her nostrils flared. 
She was afraid. But her fear was tempered with the growing sexual heat in 
her pussy. Glancing at the bulge between his legs Sister Theresa knew he too 
felt the thrill of sadistic and masochistic sexuality. 

"Yeah, baby, yeah," he muttered as if reading her mind. 

"Please, don't do this to me. I can't take it. I really can't." 

That was all Rico needed. He dropped his hand quickly, his palm cutting a 
broad arc in the air. The report of the slap mixed with her quavering 
scream. The three nuns screamed in unison, turning their heads away from the 
scene of frightful degradation in front of them. 

"Come on," Rico said, twisting his head around and staring angrily at the 
nuns. "You're all gonna go through this if you don't watch." 

"Yeah, come on sweet tits," Sal said thickly to Sister Mary Dominic. He ran 
his hands over her tits, now covered with her torn white blouse. The young 
nun groaned, turning away from the fat man and hugging Mother Superior. "You 
weren't like that when I fucked you in there." 

"None of 'em are," Rico said, licking his chops like a hungry wolf. 

The terror that had been with her since her abduction returned. She wiggled 
away from the young man, dirt invading her asscrack and her pussy. Rico 
advanced slowly, his boots clicking against the cracked cement basement 
floor. He was dragging out this scene for as long as he could. At times the 
young man reached down and rubbed his fingers over his groin. Then she saw 
more dark wet spots appear on his khaki trousers. It was an indication of 
just how hot the eldest Tolbo was. 

"No!" 

He kept snapping his fingers, his eyes dropping to her wet crotch, then 
moving up to her tits. What was he planning to do to her? 

"This is real good," Rico whispered to himself, rubbing his crotch again. 

Sister Theresa told herself she had to keep out of his reach. She couldn't 
think about what he was going to do to her. Just think for the moment, just 
keep out of his reach as he stalked her. 

"Come here, baby, come here to Rico and I'll show your friends just how you 
perform." 

Shame knifed through her as she glanced at the trembling, sobbing nuns. 

"No ... no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came closer. 

"You'll put on one hell of a show." 

"No, please, Rico," she sobbed. "Oh please, don't do this." 

She sidled backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that 
advancing muscular hulk. He suddenly snapped one arm forward, nearly 
grabbing her. Sister Theresa screamed, jerking away and twisting around 
until she found herself on all fours. She crawled like an animal, her tits 
hanging down and nearly touching the floor. The cold in the room bit at her 
nipples and made her flesh crinkle. She tried to crawl faster and slipped, 
falling face down on the floor. She tried to get back up. But Rico was on 
top of her in an instant. What made her think she could get away from him 
and his brothers anyway? It had been the desperate thoughts of a cornered 
animal, an animal about to be led to slaughter. 

"You've finished the race," he said, his hands on his hips. "Now it's time 
for me." 

"Oh no, no!" 

He swung his open palm against her face. The force of the blow knocked her 
to one side. At the same time she felt her cuntal walls ripple against one 
another. Oh, she was growing so hot. She could feel the juice seeping from 
her slot and wetting down her inner thighs and buttcrack. Did the others 
see? Rico, she knew, could smell her. He was used to her sexual ways now, 
used to watching her twist and writhe with excitement as he lashed her with 
his hands or belt. 

"Okay," he wheezed after several minutes of open-handed beating. 

Sister Theresa pulled herself up, her hair curtaining her lust-bloated face. 

"Up, up and bend over," he said, taking the two-by-four and holding it in 
both hands while catching his breath. Sweat trickled down his face and 
chest. He unbuttoned his flannel shirt. 

Reluctantly, Sister Theresa did as she was told, spreading her legs widely 
apart while bending at the waist. She placed her wrists on top of her 
ankles. Rico placed the board over her hands while Franko picked up two 
medium lengths of half-inch line and secured the board, ankles and wrists 
together. In a few minutes the girl was hogtied, her ass rising high in the 
air. Several fine strands of pussy hair curled around toward her 
stretched-open ass-hole. Sister Theresa looked between her legs. Upside 
down, she saw the horrified faces of Sister Mary Dominic, Sister Frederika 
and Mother Superior. 

Rico reached around and pulled out a tube of Vaseline, unzipping his 
trousers and pulling out his fat cock. The three nuns behind him screamed as 
they caught sight of the weapon. The young man grinned, opening the tube and 
squeezing the opaque gel on his dickhead. He dropped the tube, curling his 
fingers around his dick and greasing it down. 

"Gonna fuck your friend here in the ass. Then we'll finish by givin' her a 
souvenir she ain't never gonna get rid of," Rico said, walking up to the 
doubled-over Sister Theresa and grabbing her by the hips. 

The young nun heard him and tried to jerk away. But the board and ropes kept 
her still. His fingers caressed her white, smooth, rounded ass-cheeks while 
his dickhead rubbed her stretched buttcrack. The girl shuddered and begged 
him not to violate her that way. She'd die if he fucked her in the ass. 

"Lots of broads dig gettin' rammed this way. They don't get pregnant." 

Rico moved one hand down to his dickshaft and gripped it tightly, working 
the oozing cockhead back and forth, greasing down the pink wrinkled flesh 
surrounding her bunghole. Sister Theresa sucked in a deep breath, getting 
ready for this ultimate and latest degrading act. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"OHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa thought her ass had been split apart. Rico had rubbed his 
dickhead over her puckered shitter lips, greasing down the entrance with his 
pre-cum. The nun cried out at his touch, squeezing her sphincter muscles 
shut. 

"It's gonna be rougher on you if you tighten up," he said in a thick voice. 

At the same time the young man jammed his right forefinger up her shit chute 
to the second joint, wiggling it like a snake back and forth. Sister 
Theresa's knees buckled while her face reddened with shame, fear and pain. 
She could feel his fingernail scraping the inside of her shitter while his 
thumb gently caressed the surrounding flesh. Odd hot and chilly feelings 
raced through her ass-hole, shooting down to her pussy and making her clit 
throb. Somehow what he was doing to her ass-hole was also affecting her 
cunt. He started finger-fucking her, sliding the digit in and out slowly, 
twisting it around while rubbing his cockshaft over her butt-cheeks. "Ohhh, 
uhhhh!" 

Sister Theresa closed her eyes, trying not to show her rising excitement 
from this latest humiliation. Her tits jiggled back and forth while her hair 
swept over her ankles. She breathed with whistling sounds through her 
nostrils while trying to swallow the spit gathering in her mouth. At times 
she could see Sister Mary Dominic and Sister Frederika staring open-mouthed 
at her, their eyes registering the horror they felt. Mother Superior had her 
eyes still rolled up toward heaven, her lips moving ceaselessly in a silent 
prayer. That finger seemed to be sinking in farther while his thumb began to 
curl and scratch her silken white ass-cheek. 

"Uh, OHHHHH!" 

Another finger slipped in. Rico twisted the two around, opening her up while 
caressing her stretched, loosening sphincter. Sister Theresa felt blood 
rushing to her head. 

"Like it, honey? Dig something like this in your ass-hole all the time?" 
Rico taunted. "Bet you never knew what a hot number you had living under the 
roof, huh?" he said, twisting his head around and sneering at the praying 
older nun. Mother Superior continued to ignore him, dropping to her knees 
now and refusing to stare at the horror in front of her. 

Rico laughed at her, then turned back to the helpless nun doubled over in 
front of him. He fucked her faster and faster with those two fingers, 
finally slipping in a third when he saw her accepting the first two. 

"AIYEEEE!" 

Sister Theresa nearly fell forward again. Her arms jerked while her knees 
buckled once more. The young nun felt as if someone had slammed a sharp 
stake in her shitter. Her belly bucked, then turned over while her heart 
skipped a beat. She jerked her head from side to side, letting out a series 
of choked cries. This couldn't go on. She'd faint. The pain and pleasure 
were so mixed the woman couldn't separate them. The more agony he caused 
her, the more sexual excitement seemed to course through her pussy. 

"Fuckin' good," Rico said, wiping the sweat trickling down his face. 

"No more, no more," Sister Theresa panted, sucking in air through her mouth. 

"You say that all the time, and all the time you can't get enough," Rico 
said, pulling out the three fingers suddenly with a pop. 

The nun screamed, pitching backward. He caught her by the ass and slapped 
her buttocks several times with the flat of his hand, watching and grinning 
as her ass-cheeks jiggled with each blow. 

"Now for the fun." 

Rico grabbed his dickshaft and aimed the tip directly over her ass-hole. 
Sister Theresa knew what was going to happen and sucked in a deep breath and 
held it. She prayed to God to give her strength for this ordeal. 

"AIYEEEE!" 

Bright lights exploded in front of her. Sister Theresa could have sworn 
someone knifed her up the ass. Years later the tortured nun would still have 
a hard time believing it was simply Rico's nine-inch ass-hole-splitter that 
caused her so much pain. The big man behind her held on tightly, growling 
like an animal while twisting his hips and screwing his dick into her 
shitter. 

"NOOOO!" 

The nun didn't think she could stay conscious. The pain shot down the backs 
of her legs and into her belly. Every muscle in her body seemed to cramp. 

"Tight, baby, tighter 'n your fuckin' pussy," Rico said, dropping one hand 
and sliding it around her hips. Sister Theresa shook her head, trying to 
free her mind of the bright flashing lights still exploding in front of her 
when she felt his fingers inching up to her pussy. "Oh, OHHHH!" 

He was massaging her cunt, rubbing the furry pussy mound with his fingers 
while pressing his thumbnail against her clit. Miraculously the confused, 
screaming nun discovered she was starting to enjoy this. The bent-over 
position did nothing for her. But the ropes, the forced submission, her 
growing acceptance of his dick up her ass-hole coupled with his digital 
manipulations of her cunt was turning her on. 

"Misericordia," Mother Superior chanted, opening her eyes and seeing the 
tell-tale flush on Sister Theresa's face. "You must fight the devil, fight 
Satan!" Mother Superior shouted, crossing herself. The other nuns followed 
suit. 

"I ... can't, I can't!" Sister Theresa cried, turning away from the older 
nun. It was futile. All the prayers and exhortations in the world couldn't 
stop her feelings. 

"Yeah, good and tight ass-hole," Rico grunted, his thin lips curling up into 
a smile of satisfaction. 

Sister Theresa felt her insides churning. She could swear his dick was 
rearranging her insides, pushing her organs aside as it hammered again and 
again in her shitter. She was making strange strangled sounds as the fire in 
her pussy increased. Rico rubbed his fingers over and over her clit, 
pinching the tiny organ, rolling it like a pea until the young nun thought 
she was going to piss. Her knees banged together as she hunched back. The 
ropes dug cruelly into her ankles and wrists. But Sister Theresa didn't 
care. The added pain increased her excitement. Slowly her sphincter muscles 
were relaxing, putting up less and less resistance as his prick pistoned 
faster in her ass-hole. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she cried with each forward thrust. Her body shook with his 
fucking. 

"Fight Satan," Mother Superior cried weakly, her eyes glazing over with 
tears as she saw Sister Theresa succumbing completely to her aching, 
throbbing pussy. Nothing could save the girl now. She was committed to her 
new life, a life of sexual depravity! 

"Baby, gonna make it soon," Rico muttered between his clenched teeth. 

"Oh, make me come, make me come," Sister Theresa begged shamelessly. 

"Lost, lost," Mother Superior cried, covering her face with both hands and 
turning away. 

"Hey, old bag, look!" Franko said, grabbing the old nun and twisting her 
around. He knocked her hands from her eyes and forced her to watch Sister 
Theresa's humiliating ass fuck. 

"Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck!" the nun moaned, feeling her shitter catch fire. 
The stretched, violated muscles throbbed in sympathy with the pulsing 
muscles tensed around her cunt hole. 

Rico held on tightly, arching his back and letting his head loll from side 
to side. His hip muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again as he drove his 
cock home. The room was filled with both their moans and the wet slick 
sounds of his dick reaming out her bunghole. He held on tightly to the nun's 
hips, his fingers slipping occasionally as more sweat coated her white 
flesh. She was growling now, breathing through her flared nostrils. Sister 
Theresa thought only of her burning clit and the fingers working over it. 
She was being split open, fucked in the ass by this big man in front of her 
wailing sisters. Confusing images and sensations whirled around in her mind 
as she rocketed up to climax. 

"UnnnghhAHHIYEEE!" 

She jerked her body as much as she could in the bonds. Her pussy walls 
spasmed then snapped together, sucking so hard at Rico's stabbing finger he 
thought they'd pull it out of joint. 

"Ohhhhh yeah!" 

The big stud felt his balls rise up and press up against his crotch. He felt 
the cum boiling out of his swinging nuts, spray through his ass-embedded 
cock and shoot out of his piss slit. 

"Oh, oh, OHHH!" 

Sister Theresa's eyes bugged out when she felt his cock jerking in her 
shitter. She felt his dickshaft sliding more easily in and out of her hole 
and realized he was coming. With another shout the young nun felt her clit 
throb. She had to suck in lungfuls of air to keep from passing out. 

"Fuck, fuck," Rico moaned, closing his eyes and drinking in fully the 
sensation of shooting his wad in her ass. He flexed his hips, rocking back 
and forth and from side to side to increase the wet friction of his dick 
against her ass-hole lining. 

Their mutual orgasm seemed to last for hours. When he was finally through 
the young man leaned forward, smoothing his fingers over Sister Theresa's 
naked thighs and pussy. The girl moaned, bending her knees and almost 
squatting on the floor. 

"All the way over," Rico said, pulling his dick from her ass-hole with a 
squishy pop. Sister Theresa shuddered, feeling his hands on her lower back 
pushing her forward. "Come on baby, on the floor." 

She screamed, losing her balance and toppling completely over. "Ohhhhhhhh!" 

Franko caught her just before her forehead struck the cement floor. 

"What are you going to do to me? Ohhhh, it hurts!" 

She was in a grotesque position. Her ankles were still roped to her wrists 
while her face and shoulders rested on the floor. The unnatural position and 
binding made her back and shoulders ache while the two-by-four cut more 
intensely into her ankles. 

"Come on, boy. Come on and fuck a nun," Rico said. "NOOO!" 

Mother Superior's face went ashen while Sister Mary Dominic and Sister 
Frederika shouted, covering their faces with their hands in horror. The big 
Doberman had been resting in the corner, watching the goings-on with 
indifference. Now that his name was called and he saw Sister Theresa's ass 
rising high in the air, he pricked up his ears and rose, his stubby tail 
wagging. 

"Have at it, boy. Good, hot cuntmeat," Rico said, rubbing his fingers over 
her pussylips. 

The nun screamed again and again, dragging her knees over the floor before 
stopping, exhausted. It was futile! Behind her she could hear the pattering 
of the Doberman's paws as he trotted anxiously to her. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Stop him, stop him!" 

Sister Theresa struggled again with her ropes, tugging her hands until she 
thought she heard something pop in her shoulders. Oh, what was the use? With 
a groan of defeat, the nun relaxed. She felt the animal's hot breath against 
her buttocks as he smelled her. He was growling that smothered soft growl of 
excitement. Catching the scent of her pussy and Rico's cum still oozing out 
of her ass-hole, the big Doberman stepped back, his short fur bristling. 

The Tolbo brothers watched with interest as the dog's cock slipped farther 
and farther from its sheath, the knobs and bumps becoming visible under the 
bright light. 

"God in heaven, what are you doing to that child?" Mother Superior asked. 

"Come on, lady, you ain't that stupid. You wanna be down there instead?" 
Rico asked. 

The older nun shrank back, crossing herself, then looked with a mixture of 
horror and pity at the bound, stripped nun below her. 

Sister Theresa rolled her ass from side to side, moaning, struggling with 
the ropes, feeling that awful two-by-four cutting deeper into her flesh. And 
there was that animal, moving up to her butt again, growing more excited 
with the passing time. He sniffed the air again, then pressed his cold black 
nose against her pussylips. 

"UH!" 

Sister Theresa let out a soft groan, closing her eyes and shivering with 
revulsion. It was starting all over again. This time all her sisters would 
be present for her humiliation. It would be a terrible show, one that would 
certainly drop the curtain on her career as a bride of Christ. 

"Ohhhh!" 

Champ's growling was interspersed with whimpering and whining as he twisted 
his head and began licking the trembling woman in front of him. 

The young nun shook her head from side to side, fighting down that sensation 
of terrified excitement rising in her pussy again. Yes, it was happening 
once more. The humiliation, the degradation, the sensation of the dog's 
snout pressed against her pussy was turning her on. In spite of all the 
exhaustion and revulsion she now felt, the nun was still turning on to the 
Doberman sniffing her cunt. 

"Oh no, NO!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, twisting her head away from the 
sight. Franko laughed, then grabbed the nun and dragged her up to Sister 
Theresa and the growling dog. 

"You wanna touch 'im? You wanna feel his dick?" the young man asked, his 
eyes sparkling with sexual arousal. 

Sister Mary Dominic's eyes widened while strangled groans of horror came 
from her throat. She shook her head from side to side, pulling back, 
wrenching free of the youngest Tolbo brother finally and rushing back into 
the arms of Mother Superior. 

"How about you?" Sal asked, grabbing Sister Mary Dominic by one arm and 
pulling her from the side of the older nun. 

The young brunette shrieked, throwing her arms up and dropping to her knees, 
babbling prayers so loudly Rico threatened to slap her across the face if 
she didn't shut up. 

"Back here, Sister, back here," Mother Superior said calmly, shielding the 
two nuns from the men and Sister Theresa. 

"They ain't no fun. This is the only one's got some spunk," Franko said as 
the Doberman lowered his head and started nuzzling her swampy pussy again. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

That terrible hot, chilly feeling rushed through her cunt once again, making 
her belly tighten, making her nipples stand up and grow stiff and dark red 
again. He was going to mount her this time. Something in the young nun's 
mind told her the dog was going to fuck her, driving that knobby boner all 
the way up her slit. A rush of horror was quickly followed by hot curiosity. 
Since there was nothing she could do to prevent this horror, she might as 
well sit back and enjoy it. At least such was the confused reasoning of this 
tortured young woman as Champ's growls became higher pitched. 

"God help you, Sister Theresa," Mother Superior whispered as the girl rolled 
her ass slowly from side to side, rocking her body like a boat in a 
hurricane. She could feel him licking in and out of her hole. The Tolbos and 
the nuns watched as Champ's head was half hidden in her hairy snatch. He was 
licking her pussy-hairs until they became plastered down against her hot 
cunt flesh. The dog's tongue slid regularly in between her cunt lips now, 
peeling them back, gliding into her hole, caressing the puffy folds and 
hollows of her juicing cunt. 

"Yes, oh God, yes!" 

Sister Theresa thought she was going to die from those wonderful shooting 
feelings in her pussy. Doggie spit oozed down from her cunt, trickling to 
her knees. The young nun twice opened her mouth to cry out. But nothing 
came. It was as if her vocal cords were paralyzed. Every muscle in her body 
tensed and pulled as the big Doberman shoved his snout farther and deeper 
into her pussy. 

"Oh-UHHHH!" 

She jerked her thighs as much as she could. The ropes still held her firmly 
in that doubled-over position. But she was still able to rock her thighs 
from side to side, trying to get the dog to lick at her clit more 
consistently. All thoughts about the Church, about Mother Superior, 
evaporated. All she could think of now was the sensation of his hot, wet, 
pink tongue lapping regularly over her tiny clit. 

"Oh yes, yes, fuck, fuck!" 

Champ was playing with the woman now. There was none of the nervous 
hesitation of several hours ago. No, he was sure of himself, sure of the 
girl's eagerness for him to lap at her pussy. He growled with frustration at 
not being able to grab her cunt and shake it as he'd done before. But that 
was all right. He shoved deeper into her swampy cunt, slathering it down 
with so much spit the girl thought she was wading in it. 

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, yesssss, fuck," shemoaned, wagging her ass as if it 
were a tail. Her toes fanned out while her ass bobbed and dipped to excite 
and encourage the animal further. 

"Man, you think he's gonna mount her?" Franko asked. "Hey, ain't you 
watchin'? " 

Rico had been staring at Sal, who was taunting Sister Mary Dominic, running 
his fat little hands up and down her back and trying to grab her ass. The 
young nun screamed and tried edging away from him. But he'd managed to 
corner her and was trying to rape her once more. 

"Sal, quit it!" 

Rico's eyes narrowed as Sal jerked around, saw the dark, angry look on his 
brother's face and backed off. 

"Somethin' wrong?" Franko asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, real wrong," Rico answered, moving his eyes away from Sal and 
turning his attention back to the moaning nun. 

"No, oh God, it's not right," she moaned, feeling the last flash of 
conscience. Then another spasm tore through her cunt and all feelings of 
right and wrong disappeared. She cried out again, feeling his hot rough 
tongue sand across her pussy, cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty 
saw. He was sticking his long snout farther up and down her flooded slit. 
She felt the short stubby hairs around the Doberman's nose brushing against 
her slick cuntal walls. His black nostrils were glistening with her juices 
and his spit. He rolled his tongue over and over her cunt, parting the hot 
cleft while bathing her clit again with spit. 

"Oh God, you evil men!" Mother Superior moaned, clutching the two nuns 
tightly to her sides as Champ's dick slid completely from his sheath. He was 
backing away now, examining the girl. 

"Please, please!" Sister Theresa cried, wishing the big dog's tongue could 
be back in her hole, curling around her clit, petting her pussy flesh. Ohhh, 
how hot and wild she felt! Her swollen cunt lips worked together, folding 
over one another and fluttering with excitement. 

Then suddenly the girl was aware of scratching paws and a sudden weight on 
her back. He'd climbed onto her, holding her tightly around the upper chest 
with his forelegs while moving his hindquarters up behind her upper thighs. 
He was on top of her, about to fuck her! Sister Theresa could feel the 
Doberman's cock sliding over her buttocks, moving up into her asscrack, 
inching over to her pussy! 

It was madness, insanity for this to happen! Women just didn't go around 
having this happen to them. Another flash of fear and shame poured through 
her reeling mind. She could feel the red tip of the animal's cock gouging 
along the seeping flesh of her pussy. It was sinking lower, lower, actually 
entering her tense, eager pussy mouth. 

"OHHHH!" 

Sister Theresa felt herself teetering on the edge of madness. There were 
limits the human mind could go to. After that, not even God could help. She 
sobbed in confusion as the Doberman's red dick slipped deeper into her cunt. 
With a wild bark, Champ lunged forward hard. "OHHH!" 

The young nun felt it slip in, past her inner lips, slipping deep into her 
hole. She tensed, thrashed, burned with a desire for him to bury the full 
length in her. 

"OH GOD!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, turning around and catching sight of 
the horror. 

Now the dog's cock was sliding back, slipping toward her clit. Then he 
lunged forward again quickly into her pussy. Sister Theresa bit blood from 
her lip, whined like a puppy through her flared nostrils as the Doberman 
hugged her more tightly. Ohhh, how warm and ticklish his fur felt against 
her back! She was babbling, jerking her wrists and ankles until the pain 
from the restraining ropes made her quivering excitement rush along every 
nerve ending of her body. Her thighs were smeared with her own juices. The 
turbulent storm of her wild sexual ecstasy was turning Sister Theresa into 
the wild animal she'd been earlier with the animal and Rico. 

"Oh God, come, come!" 

The dog was wheezing, his narrow black hips moving up and down rapidly while 
the bumps and knobs on his prong tickled every square inch of her swampy 
fuck-hole. Sister Theresa was only a second away from complete madness. Her 
head jerked and snapped. Yes, yes, she was going to come, achieve orgasm 
with an animal's dick! 

Then that second passed. She let loose with crazy, yelping fits as the final 
flames of orgasm swept over her. There was a core of white-hot joy consuming 
her pussy. Then the dog cut loose, dumping his load of jizz into her cunt. 

" WawwwwAI YEEEE!" 

All the nun knew was that waves of orgasm knocked the wind from her. She was 
trembling, shaking, bucking, pulling at those terrible ropes as spurt after 
spurt of doggie spunk blasted into her hole. 

When it was over Champ slid off, leaving the nun exhausted and defeated. 

"We ain't gonna do no more," Rico said. He sounded a little tired as he bent 
down and untied the knots. 

"Oh, it hurts," the nun moaned, feeling the ropes loosen around her ankles 
and wrists. 

"You, old lady, help 'er," Rico ordered. 

Mother Superior and the others did as they were told, scooping Sister 
Theresa up in their arms. The nun groaned, hiding her face in the folds of 
the old nun's garment. She was confused, feeling faint, feeling as if she 
were going to die. Yes, that was it, die here and now in front of them all. 
It would be one way to escape the shameful horror awaiting her. 

"What about the H?" Sal asked as Rico slowly walked toward him. The fat 
Tolbo brother's face began to twitch while his eyes danced nervously from 
side to side. He backed up against the wall. 

"Yeah, what about it?" Rico asked. 

"Hey, what's happening here?" Franko asked, glancing at the nuns, then 
rushing up to his brother's side. 

"The bitch there never had a package 'cause there never was one, right?" 
Rico rushed up to him, wrapping both hands lightly around his brother's 
throat and starting to squeeze steadily. 

"Hey, what's happening?" Sal asked with a nervous laugh. 

"You mean he's been double crossin' on us?" Franko said, picking up his 
brother's drift quickly. 

"Get outta here and take that cunt with you," Rico shouted. 

Mother Superior wasted no time, helping the others drape some torn clothing 
around Sister Theresa's shoulders and helping her up the stairs. As they 
reached the living room door they could hear Sal's cries of pain mixed with 
the grunts of Franko and Rico. They were working him over, making him pay 
for the real crime. 

"Where are we going?" Sister Theresa managed to say as they stumbled along 
the deserted streets of the Santa Monica community. Few streetlights dotted 
the nearly deserted industrial area. 

"Home, Sister, home," Mother Superior said, tightening her grip around the 
nun's shoulders. 

Home, Sister Theresa repeated to herself, shuffling along the sidewalk with 
her bare feet. She laughed. What could she be laughing at? Fucking was no 
joke. It was a serious business. She laughed at this thought. Even now she 
could feel her pussy spasming, her clit vibrating like a taut rubber band. 
Where was home? Fucking was the only reason for being. Could she ever drive 
this thought from her mind now? No, no, it was impossible. Could she keep 
her vows? The nun glanced up at the stern face of Mother Superior and nearly 
laughed again. 


THE END
