MARY'S SUMMER CAMP ADVENTURES
Chapter VII
The widow Gallagher was hard pressed to understand what was happening to
her. As ordered, she had presented herself to Sister Slaughter and quickly found
herself stark naked and securely strapped to a wooden frame located in the
basement of the convent. Her entire body was easily accessible from both front
and rear. Her trial began at once.
Two younger nuns had joined Sister Slaughter. One lubricated her asshole
and then pushed an enema nozzle through the tight ring of muscle that guarded
her colon. The other squatted between her spread legs, parted the widow's fat
cunt lips and began threading a length of hose into her bladder; a most painful
process. While this was going on, Sister Slaughter disrobed, revealing a plump,
buxom body, much like the widow's, clad in a garter belt, waist cincher and
hose. " It is said that servants of the Dark One are averse to the smell and
taste of a woman's sexual center. Prove yourself as pure by enjoying my scent
and the juices that my cunt will offer once you have licked, kissed and probed
it with love and devotion. In the meantime my two assistants will be purifying
your body with holy water." As the sister spoke, the widow gasped as she felt
the initial rush of water entering her colon. What filled her bladder did not
feel like water; it felt hot and irritating. The naked woman groaned in
discomfort.
Hours had passed and still they filled and emptied the widow's colon and
bladder with holy water. Once she had properly satisfied Sister Slaughter with
her enthusiastic use of tongue and lips on the nun's smooth shaven cunt, they
had forced rubber tubing down her throat so that her stomach could also be
filled to its limit with the holy water that once had occupied her colon and
bladder. Widow Gallagher's naked body shivered as her belly grew more and more
distended. One of the nuns helping in this purification ritual patted her
bulging stomach and smiled. " You appear to be with child, perhaps a gift of
God? Could he be a prophet? " The helpless woman could only groan and struggle
against the straps holding her to the frame.
At a signal from the sister, all three of the tubes used to fill the
widow's internal chambers to their limit were yanked from her body. The trio of
nuns watched as widow Gallagher spewed the liquids onto her sweaty body and all
over the concrete floor. " Now while the sisters test your skin for any sign of
hardness that is the mark of the demon, I will flush any evil from your womb. "
As the sister spoke, she positioned a garden hose between the widow's fat cunt
lips. At a nod from her, one of the nuns, now naked except for a pair of cotton
panties more suitable for a child opened the spigot to which the hose was
connected. Widow Gallagher felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach by a
horse. Then the pain grew worse as the stream flattened and distorted the
reproductive system that once had carried and then delivered Mary Katherine
Gallagher into the world. She hardly noticed the first blow that sliced into her
unprotected back as the whipping began.
The two nuns used their straps on the widow's bare body until their arms
grew too tired to continue. Sister Slaughter took over for them as they took
turns making sure that their sweaty cunts did not repel the old woman. She
licked, probed, kissed and smooched the hairy pubic mounds that were thrust into
her face, while the older nun tattooed her back and bottom steadily. When the
pair were satisfied and had recovered their strength, they resumed her whipping.
During this phase they took up positions on either side of her and used their
straps exclusively on her floppy tits, soon covering the fleshy pillows with
welts.
The widow Gallagher passed out from the pain after having been whipping
for over twenty minutes. The older nun decided that it was time to use the sword
of truth on the woman. She was revived so she could fully appreciate the pain of
having a long thick rubber phallus shoved deep into her well-used cunt. The
dildo got its name from the handle that was shaped like the hilt of a sword. In
all the years that Sister Slaughter had used this devil detector, no woman had
ever fully accommodated this terrible weapon.
The widow's cunt slowly swallowed nearly a foot of hard rubber before
the nun encountered significant resistance. Once a novice who had worked as a
prostitute for ten years before joining the convent had taken all but two inches
of the sword before bleeding so profusely that further attempts to fully insert
it had to be stopped. The widow had now taken over a foot after the sister put
some muscle into the last stroke, and only a small trickle of blood leaked from
the seal between her stretched cunt lips and the dildo. The sister ordered the
nuns to resume whipping the widow's stomach and the tender insides of her spread
thighs in order to prevent her from concentrating on the pain radiated from deep
within her bleeding fuck box.
Sister Slaughter stepped back and watched the sword bounce as the straps
striped the widow's thighs and belly. After a few minutes the sister once more
began to rock and twist the thick rubber, gaining another inch as she pulled the
dildo nearly completely from the widow's gaping cunt, and then slammed it with
all her strength back into the woman's sore snatch. Widow Gallagher's eyes
rolled back and she shuddered in agony. The tip of the sword was now pushing
against her uterus. The two nuns resumed whipping the widow's tits and thighs
while the sister took a break.
One of the nuns squeezed and pulled at the widow's welted tits, reaching
around from the back to avoid getting in the way of her companion. She, in turn,
was pressing a powerful vibrating dildo known as a pocket rocket against widow
Gallagher's throbbing clitoris that stood out from its hood in all its blood red
splendor. Sister Slaughter was twisting and grinding the sword around inside the
woman's sore cunt, bringing grunts of pain from her. Once more she withdrew the
rubber club until only a couple of inches remained within the widow's fuck tube.
Then with a loud cry Sister Slaughter rammed it into the widow's cunt,
completely burying it inside her spasming twat. The old woman passed out.
" There's certainly no place that the demon can hide inside that cunt. "
Sister Slaughter said proudly. Her two companions smiled and nodded their heads.
" Perhaps you ladies would like to prove that to your own satisfaction. Here,
let me remove the sword so you can get your hands or is it fists into this old
whore's pussy. I certainly don't understand why the good Father Flogg is so
enamored of this well traveled cunt." The first nun was already working her hand
into the widow's gaping twat while her companion resumed using the pocket rocket
on the old woman's slit. Soon the nun's arm was being swallowed up to the elbow
by the widow's well-stretched pussy. As she punched away at the woman's cervix,
giving it a permanent tilt, Sister Slaughter carefully examined her welted body,
searching for breaks in the skin and signs of bleeding, sure signs that she was
not possessed by the Evil One. Except for the widow's nipples, she appeared to
be pure as far as not being possessed. The sister suggested that the pocket
rocket be used in order to keep widow Gallagher's mind from concentrating on
what was being done to her nipples. Two long pins skewered the first fat nipple
at right angles to each other. No blood was noticed. Sister Slaughter smiled and
then drove a longer pin straight into the nipple. The widow's screams hurt the
nun's ear, but she was rewarded by the spurt of nearly black blood that issued
from the wound. She performed a similar operation to the other nipple and it too
released its stored blood, proving conclusively that the widow was free of the
devil. The nun smiled at the sobbing woman and softly said, " I know that this
trial must have exhausted you. Perhaps it might be best if you were to stay the
night and rest." The widow Gallagher heaved a sigh of relief and accepted with
thanks. The two younger nuns exchanged sly smiles, knowing full well that the
only thing that the widow would not get during the night was rest.
