CHAINED, TORTURED NUN
CHAPTER NINE
"Eaghghhghghghh!"
Jack didn't stop, continually beating the doubled whip against her body. He was
hitting her lightly now after the first two killing blows, directing the smooth
black leather against her tits. When she tried kicking him in the balls,
however, the young stud became angered and began hitting her in earnest. He
directed the whip across her. left nipple.
"Yaghghghghghghhhh!"
Sister Mary Katherine's throat hurt from the shouting screams exploding from her
mouth. The other nuns must have guessed what was going on. She could hear them
beating their fists against the door, shouting at the man beating her to stop.
"No, Sisters, don't! He'll only drag you out and hurt you," she sobbed, shaking
her head wildly, trying to fight the pain shooting through her body.
"Oh, oh, God, dear sweet Jesus, give me strength! the nun prayed silently, her
lips moving against one another while Jack readied himself for another blow.
"Uhhhhhfffff!"
He smacked the doubled whip against her belly button, making the tight muscles
spasm. She drew her legs up toward her tits, the pain going on and on like a raw
gash with stinging piss poured over it.
Grinding her teeth, she felt that overwhelming hatred for Jack and Joe make her
gasp. She wanted that animal to come close enough for her foot to lash into his
balls. He would hurt her even more, she knew that, but just that moment of
satisfaction knowing she had caused him agony would be worth everything. She
screwed her face into a mask of twisted hurt, slowly regaining control of her
own rioting emotions.
"You've still gotta chance to tell me, baby-while you can still talk."
"Nothing . . . I don't have anything to say, Sister Mary Katherine gasped.
"Too bad."
He slashed the whip across her face.
Sister Mary Katherine's head snapped back again from the stinging face of that
attack. Then another blow smashed across her right tit, leaving a long red mark
down to her nipple. The nun let out another sharp cry, looking down to see if he
had peeled any flesh from her body with that last blow.
Jack stared up at her, licking his lips. The twisting, tortured body in front of
him aroused him more and more. He moved closer to Sister Mary Katherine.
"Like I said before, I dig it when you're not tellin' me what you know," he
whispered, rubbing his crotch with one hand as he hefted one tit with the whip
handle. "That means you and me we get to play a little more, you know? And you
dig playin', even though you're a fuckin' nun."
"No, that's not true."
She pushed that thought from her mind, concentrating instead on fighting back.
She moved her right foot experimentally. If he came a little closer, she could
do it.
"Yaghghghhghghh!"
His next move was a surprising one. Stretching out one hand, he grabbed at her
cunt, twisting the hairs and her cuntlips in his fist. The pulling, tearing
sensation blasted through the nun like a knife gutting her belly. She brought
her knees up, throwing back her head, feeling her mind reeling out of control
from the awful pain. She could hear the hairs tearing from her pussy as he
caused her more and more pain.
"No, noooooo!"
Sister Mary Katherine felt herself coming unglued. It was as if he were pulling
the flesh from her very bones! She screamed and yammered, her words becoming
incomprehensible as Jack continued torturing her cunt with that awful hand.
"Uhhhhh!"
It had stopped, only to be followed with more beating from the doubled whip. He
lashed the leather across her face, her lips, her nipples.
The nun struggled, knotting the muscles of her arms, trying to climb the chains
rattling over her head. She felt her fingers going cold and numb as the nerves
became bruised from the cutting cuffs. The shrill power of her cries echoed off
the walls, making the nuns behind the door shout all the more loudly. "Bitch
Jack stopped for a moment, regaining his breath. Again the young- nun felt
herself sagging toward the floor, this time feeling her toes touching the
concrete. Her body had stretched from the ordeal!
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack lashed at her, drawing the leather whip across her lower belly, then
finally directing the savage blows at her cunt. It was then Sister Mary
Katherine sprang back to life, kicking, yammering, screaming at the young stud
causing her all this pain. Her words were lost in the red rage of her fury.
Jack came up to her, careful to avoid her wildly kicking legs. Pushing the whip
up, he jammed it into her mouth, forcing the leather down her throat, jerking
her jaws widely apart. He laughed, watching her bite the whip, her eyes filled
with hatred while she panted like a cornered beast.
"You hate me, don'tcha, babe? Hate me so much you're tryin' to bite this mother
in half. I like that, baby, especially from a nun."
Throwing back his head and laughing, he shoved the whip down her throat harder,
punching her, clawing at her nipples with his fingers. Sister Mary Katherine
lost her breath twice from hate and pain but something else was happening, the
curse of her body, that deadly whispering she had heard again and again during
her ordeal.
Her cunt was hot, very, very hot, running with juice. Sister Mary Katherine had
felt it starting to itch and tingle the moment Jack had hauled her up to the
ceiling. But now - - . now it was on fire!
The more that whip sliced into her body, piercing her flesh, chafing her skin
while drawing screams of agony from the nun, the more joy and pleasure she felt
sparking in her pussy.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Jack pulled back, his black eyes half-closed from lust. A line of spit trickled
from his lower lip. Grinding his teeth together, he stared at her and began
unbuckling his belt.
"No, not not raped again."
"Fucked, baby, not raped. There's a big difference. You enjoy this crap," Jack
explained, pushing his Levi's down a bit to expose his cock
hairs. "Maybe your friend in there's gettin' raped, but man, you want prickmeat
bad, and any way you can get it."
"No, no, you're filthy, damned! You can't talk that way to me, a a nun!"
His laughter increased. Reaching up, Jack pinched her chin between his thumb and
fore- finger, forcing the woman to look down at him.
"You're no more a nun that some fuckin' whore on Sunset Boulevard. You wanna get
fucked and fucked hard and hot," Jack spat out, searing her very soul. "You like
all this shit and want more. And that's just what I'm gonna give you."
Her tits heaved up and down with the deep, gusting breaths she took. His
shouting drove the truth into her like a spear.
She turned her head from him to one side, watching Jack from the corner of one
eye. Her pride had been shattered.
Jack reached up, sanding her nipples with the smooth black leather. She felt
them, sore and aching, puckering into stiff points. There was no way she could
deny the terrible things he had shouted at her.
"You see? The more I throw at you, the more you want. I can't see you prayin'
anymore, baby. You're one of us now.
Sister Mary Katherine shuddered at the thought of her turning into anything like
Jack and Joe. She tried concentrating on her own bodily pain, anything other
than the pleasure she felt throbbing in her cunt like a festering wound.
Her joints were aching terribly, making her take shallow, panting breaths while
her fingers were growing colder from the cutting pressure of the steel manacles.
The strain on her wrists and shoulders and arms grew worse as she tried to
conceal her cunt from Jack, folding one leg over the other.
"Nothin' to hide, baby. I seen it before, fucked it before, and probably '11
fuck it again."
Sister Mary Katherine's spirits sank. She watched as Jack walked behind her,
tapping the whip lightly against the palm of one hand. She heard him stop and
she could almost see him staring at her ass, her curved back, the swanlike
thrust of her neck. He would beat her there. He would be whipping her ass,
driving the leather instrument of pain into her shitter just as he had driven
his cock up her asshole earlier. God in heven, crush this man and -
"Eaghghhghghghghghhhh!"
The whip came down between her asscheeks,the leather yanking her asshole out of
shape. Again the sudden, hot, stinging pain made her piss on herself.
Sister Mary Katherine let out a scream that drew more shrieks from the nuns
behind the locked door. Another blow, this one crossing her full, plump
asscheeks and leaving a long red welt on both of them. She kicked her body away
from the pillar, feeling herself twisting like a corpse on the gallows. Falling
back against the column, the nun screamed for mercy even as Jack cocked his arm
back, readying her for another blow.
"Noooo. . . eahghghhghghgh!"
She swayed like a pendulum, her body bouncing against the pillar again and again
as the whip continued smacking dryly against her asscheeks. She kicked out both
legs, twisting around, trying to avoid the whistling whip. Her long hair dangled
to her buttocks as she screamed, her head back, her mouth wide open.
Gurgling, choking on her own spit, the young nun felt the metal cuffs cutting
more into her wrists. Small rivulets of blood flowed down her arms, reaching her
elbows while Jack flogged the whip at the backs of her knees, her thighs, her
asscheeks. She could hear his breath whistling nearly as loudly as the whip
cutting through the air.
"Yaghghghhhhhhh!"
Her butt caught fire. She thought she could feel her skin being cut through
again and again by the cruel leather whip while her ass heated, reddening to
fire-engine scarlet.
"Good, bitch. We'll see just how much longer you're gonna hold out till you make
me and Joe rich," Jack said, again stopping his savagery for the moment.
