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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures

Chapter 20

                       Mary's Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 20




       Even at a nunnery such as the Sisters of Martyrdom, girls will be girls. Although Mary and Agnes swore each other to secrecy, the return of Mary's sainted mother from her most recent pilgrimage to find her salvation provided what they thought to be a trusted soul. The widow Gallagher had some tales of her own to tell them as well. Naturally they deferred to her age and the superior wisdom that usually accompanied it.




       She had been assigned to assist a dynamic young sister of the cloth who was taking over as the principal of a notorious school for wayward girls that had already in its first eight years soundly defeated the efforts of the previous three nuns who held the position. It seemed to be a cross between an insane asylum and a prison and its "inmates" reflected both sides of this dichotomy. The widow's superior had adopted a rather radical posture when it came to dealing with the problems of the school that extended beyond its fractious female population.




       The widow was given a key responsibility that involved keeping her superior, Sister Mary Corpus, healthy and well rested, as well as providing a sympathetic ear and sometimes a little more than that. The good sister believed in the mortification of the flesh as both her own personal discipline system, and the approach she took to taming the leaders of the perpetual rebellion that existed at the school that was aptly named Our Lady of Mysteries. Assisting her in these matters were a pair of hardened nuns that had seen it all and then some, plus a trio of novices who had failed in their initial assignments.




       It soon took on the trappings of trench warfare. The inmates had their own rules and hierarchy, refusing to even acknowledge the existence of the dedicated sisters of the cloth that kept this quirky institution going. The good sisters in turn tried to lead by example, an approach that was doomed to failure from the start since they had no clue about what made their charges tick. Sister Corpus took it hard that her best efforts had come to naught.




       The widow now became her confidant as well as the conduit for a new level of physical mortification. Every evening after the principal would strip to the skin and have the widow pour ice water over her entire body, she would accept the scourge for her failures to do "God's" will. The widow soon became very conversant with those areas of the good sister's body that reacted the most to the whip, be it the rattan cane that whistled just before it tore into the nun's swollen breasts, bleeding buttocks or weeping vulva, or the knout that left her back bleeding from dozens of wounds.




       Her favorite was the "beaver's tail", a leather implement expressly designed for a woman's most intimate area. Sister Corpus would lie on the floor, her arms extended from her wet, chilled, naked body, legs spread wide and supported by the pallet on which she slept after her punishment had run its course. The widow would stand over her and wait for the signal to begin, which alway began with the words, "Spare me nothing, I deserve no mercy."




       Then she would swing the leather weapon and bring it down onto the nun's vulva, flattening those full cunt lips and bringing a soft cry of pain from her chewed lips. It was not unusual for the nun to be beaten for as long as thirty minutes with very little rest for either of them. Somehow she would manage to drag her battered and bleeding body onto her pallet and fall into a fitful sleep, then rise refreshed for another day of struggle, misery and failure.




       The stalemate was broken by an action taken by the two hard nosed nuns who literally kidnapped one of the inmate ringleaders, and imprisoned her in a cell located in the basement of the building. This would not have broken any major rules, but what they did to the prisoner did. All the while the principal was ignorant of what was transpiring downstairs below her office. The girl, who was in her midteens, was stripped naked and hung by her wrists from a hook in the ceiling during the day, and chained to the wall at night without any protection from the cold.




       She received nothing but a cup of water in  the morning after her first whipping, and again in the evening after her last beating. When they weren't beating her, she was being forced to swallow such things as bars of harsh laundry soap, grease collected from the cooking done in the kitchen, and their favorite, stale foul smelling urine collected by the nuns from the novices as well as their own offerings. To keep the prisoner confused they also introduced her to some of their own personal favorites, large hand-carved dildos that stretched the girl's orifices to the limit and at times to the point that she bled.




       Sister Corpus was horrified then mortified when she discovered what was literally going on just below her office. The prisoner was immediately released, given food and clothing and received personal apologies from the principal herself. This did not quell the insurrection that quickly began once the details of what befell the girl made the rounds. Relieving the two nuns of their reponsibilities also failed to make a dent in the rebellion.




       It was then that the good sister offered herself up to the mob as the ultimate act of contrition. For one week, the same amount of time that the girl had spent as a prisoner, sister Corpus would serve the inmates as their slave. That was an offer that she lived to regret, for it ended her career as a rising young star in the hierarchy of the organization, the same organization whose long arm was beginning to reach out for Mary Katherine Gallagher.




       To begin with, the nun practiced mortification of the flesh which meant that she was a thin as a rail in normal times. During that week in the bowels of hell, the imps and demons that inhabited the school for wayward girls managed to whittle another ten pounds from her spare frame, making her look as if she had spent a year or two in some concentration camp. It didn't help matters that the weather was unseasonably cold and rainy which gave them even more of an opportunity to mortify her flesh by exposing her nightly to the elements.




       Every night when they were finally finished brutalizing her, she'd be taken outside to a place illuminated by a harsh floodlight, and hung by her bound wrists with weights attached to her ankles, exposing her naked body to the elements for the remainder of the night. Shivering is the body's way to generate some degree of heat, at the cost of calories that are burned in this process. Burning calories translates to a loss of body weight. It is likely that another week of such treatment might have reduced her strength to the point that certain key organs of her starvation wracked body would begin to fail, leading ultimately to her demise.




       During the day she was passed from one small group of teens to another so they could punish her for her sins, which she loved. This ordeal had opened all those locked areas in her personality that she had suppressed since childhood. Her masochism came into full bloom along with her taste for others of her own sex. The girls were only too happy to bring these new characteristics to the fore.




       Sister Corpus was now having sexual congress with as many as eight teens every day she stayed with them. She worshipped the pubes of fat ones, skinny ones, white ones and black ones. They responded in kind with fists, homemade dildos carved from hard rubber and splintery wood that they gathered surreptitiously, and the only operating vibrator in the school that was available to them.




       The good sister was regularly thrashed to within an inch of her young life. She experienced the homemade implements they fabricated in their spare time. Her excitement knew no bounds when they took her to the large recreation room for her beatings, so that all the students could take part in her punishment and humiliation. She was cut to ribbons with fresh cut switches harvested from the nearby woods bordering the school that were soaked in heavily salted water overnight.




       Her crepe shaped breasts and dry-shaved vulva were whipped with a portion of a fan belt that someone had picked up on one of her trips into the woods for exercise. This was modified to make it even more devastating by the dozens upon dozens of tacks that impregnated the tough rubber material. Only a few of the stronger girls were able to properly use this vicious weapon and they used it almost every day on their slave.




       To get maximum participation from the inmates, anyone who wanted to slap or punch the nun was given that opportunity. Anyone who wanted to put her over their lap and spank her bottom until it was swollen and red as a beet was welcome to take a turn or two. Her face and breasts were slapped silly, while those who wanted to  punch her concentrated more on her belly and even lower, forcing the nun to bring up bile on many occasions. Since she was being starved, there remained nothing in her stomach or colon after a few days as their slave.




       Liquids were another story entirely. Many of the girls loved to force the principal to drink incredible amounts of water, usually after it had been used to wash dishes or the floors. Others went further, making the nun drink their urine and after she voided  it, they would force her to recycle it once more. That was a daunting task even for the masochist that the nun had become.




       By far the worse single thing that was done to the sister involved circumcision and it was done just before she was to be turned over to the nuns once more. One group wanted to remove her outer pussy lips, clitoral hood and the clitoris, a barbaric practice known to occur in parts of Africa. Others were dead set against any form of mutilation of her genitals. A compromise was reached where the hood and half her clitoris were cut away. In addition certain gang symbols were carved into her lower abdomen and buttocks. Her nearly nonexistent breasts were deemed too flat to be worth marking.


       


       Prior to the butchering, sister Corpus was forced to masturbate for over two hours without any rest, while many of the students watched and cheered each and every orgasm that she induced. To the nun what happened afterwards was a win-win situation. In reality for many months afterward she had no sensation in  that area, but gradually some degree of sensitivity was recovered and to this day she is able to produce a minor or phantom orgasm if she concentrates properly.




       As soon as the principal was returned to the nuns, the archbishop was informed of what had transpired. A temporary replacement was sent to take over the duties previously performed by sister Corpus. A few weeks later the widow Gallagher was sent back to the convent. Mary and Agnes were stunned to hear this terrible tale. In truth it did bring back some faint memories that Mary Katherine had thought were buried forever. Now it was their turn to tell the widow of their adventures with the novices.




                       ( To be continued shortly - lex ludite )     


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