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'Write Club' duel - Seamus vs. Maria Gonzales

Referee: Rui Jorge

The required words are at the end after the stories.

My decision was posted to ASSD.

You can find out more about the 'Write Club' on its site at
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'Nympho Nuns in Bondage' (MMf, Ff, NC, MC, bondage)
by Seamus
Copyright 2000 - All rights reserved

When I was a girl I used to believe a banshee lived at the bottom of my
garden. She didn't scream at night though. In gaelic a banshee just
means a fairy woman - no more no less. The screaming story came about
because some clan had a tradition that the death of the clan chief
would be greeted by the keening of a fairy woman - a banshee - instead
of the keening of human women such as the rest of us had to make do
with.

My grandmother was a professional keener and was in much demand at
funerals for miles around. She, it was, who told me the banshee lived
at the bottom of our garden. We had a house on the edge of town - a
funny corner plot - and down at the end of the garden was a fairy ring -
 a ring of boulders around a bunch of five boulders. This is not
uncommon in that part of Ireland - I know twenty others like it - but
none of my class mates had one.

They have survived this long (I heard a expert on the radio recently
saying they may be 5000 years old) because people round here are
superstitious about damaging them. They are home to the wee folk, the
people who lived here before the celts, before St Patrick, the shee.

Just beyond the fairy ring, over the fence was the border. The line
separating Northern Ireland from the Republic of Ireland. In those days
no one seemed to pay much attention to it. The only fence was to keep
our neighbours cows from eating our grass and we crossed the border a
dozen times a day.

In my imagination this fairy woman would come to me at night wearing
diaphanous see through clothes, such as no Christian would wear, and
she would make love to me. I would lie in my bed and finger my clit and
imagine her before me her hair down to her waist, her breasts visible
through the silks, her face impossibly beautiful, gentle and kind. I
didn't even imagine her touching me - the thought never occurred to me -
 then.

As I grew older I had little interest in boys and so, in the way that
was common in those days, I joined the convent and became a nun.
Lesbian nuns were common then and still are. Many are celibate and
sublimate their feeling in `passionate friendships' with their sisters.
I never quite had that romantic `lurve'. My sexlife was a bit more
physical and discrete and over the years I have had enough to keep me
satisfied and have avoided adventures, until now.

Last year the order sent me back, after years away, to run a house in a
little back street of a little northern town. We were a small group,
just five of us, running a halfway house for released mental patients.
When Sister Mary's mother died I was selected to accompany her south to
the funeral. The others said we complemented each other perfectly. She
young, buxom, enthusiastic; I old, thin and acid. Sometimes my sisters
can be malicious. Sister Mary's love of God is boundless and tiring. I
doubted she would last six months.

After the funeral we set off back and when she heard we were passing
through my home town she insisted we should call in at my old home. My
family haven't lived there for years and when a surly young man
answered the door I was all for leaving but Mary insisted and pushed in
past him explaining while I followed her appologising. She pushed into
the kitchen and stopped. Four young men were sitting around the kitchen
table assembling a bomb.

They stared. We stared.

"What the fuck?" exclaimed one and grabbed a gun and pointed it at
us. "Paddy you shit for brains. What are they doing here?"

"Uh. Well. She just pushed in" explained the door man.

"You fucking eejit. What are we going to do with them? The patrol will
be here in an hour."

"Stop that." said the oldest one. " Yelling won't help. We've got to
keep calm. You two take them upstairs and tie them up. Make sure they
can't get away."

The other two grabbed us and pushed us up the stairs to the back
bedroom. and tied us to two chairs. We were in my old bedroom - looking
out over the fairy ring. The view had hardly changed - however beyond
the fence there was now a track and in the middle of the fairy ring was
a hole into which I could see the boys from downstairs putting sacks of
something.

"When that lot goes up the rocks will go straight through them" boasted
the young one.

These boys were tense as violin strings. I knew I had to do something
to to calm the situation.

Mary unfortunately decided to go into hysterics."Oh No.
They're going to kill us. Oh mother of god. What will we do".

"Sister" I said in my most commanding tone. "Stop that at once. "If we
are to die then you would do well to compose your soul. Quietly"

"Yes sister" she said meekly and shut up. Habits of obedience run deep
in novices.

I turned my attention to the men.

The young one could barely sit still or keep quiet. The older one sat
and hardly moved a muscle. He had a tattoo I recognised - you see a lot
of things in a lifetime working with mental patients. He had served in
the French Foreign Legion. He was the dangerous one.

"They're passing us now. ETA thirty minutes" said their radio.

The night was drawing in. The time was drawing closer. Soon the
Broitish Army patrol would pass, the bomb would go off and the young
soldiers would be killed with Mary and myself probably following soon
after and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

It was nearly dark now. No one had said a word for five
minutes. Sister Mary fell silent and I looked over at her. The light
from the window was shining on her and it was as if she was glowing.
Her clothes were clinging to her like a second skin where the ropes
tieing her had pulled them tight. I felt a twinge in my pussy as I
watched her squirm. I was transfixed by the sight. She was the banshee
of my childhood dreams!

The men were staring at her now.

"Please" she said. "Help me" her voice sounded  hoarse.
"The ropes. They're too tight" Her nipples were sticking out through
shirt now.

The men moved to her as if hypnotised and untied her. As soon as her
hands were free she started pulling at the ropes round her chest
pulling them off and her shirt off with them. As her bosom came into
view the men grabbed a boob each and suckled them. The older man had
his hand in her knickers, his fingers rubbing her clit, the tip of his
middle finger entering her pussy.

She fell back on the bed and pulled them down after her. She was
scrabbling at the younger mans fly frantically pulling at the zip, at
his underpants, at his prick.

The older man had his dick out now and had it lined up with her pussy
when her lags snaked round his hips and pulled him into her. The young
man she pulled to her so she could suck his dick. She was squeezing and
pulling on one breast with her hand while the young man did the same to
her other. She took her other hand off his dick and snaked it down to
diddle her clit.

This spectacle was the most arrousing thing I had ever seen. I felt
like I was on fire. Watching her beautiful young body writhing in
pleasure while was tied in the chair so I could not move a muscle. I
strained against my bonds feeling the ropes cut into me.

I was almost mad with excitment. I finally got free when I managed to
knock the chair over, breaking the chair back off. The threesome on the
bed didn't even notice the noise.

I grabbed the radio from the floor and hit the older one over the head
as hard as I could, determined to revenge myself on this dick who was
ravaging what should be only for me. I got the young one a moment later
and I was in Mary's arms, kissing her, caressing her tits, putting my
fingers in her pussy while she wrapped her arms and legs around me and
hugged me to her rubbing herself against me till she came sobbing to
orgasm.

After that we suddenly came to ourselves as if waking from a dream. We
got dressed, escaped through the front bedroom window (I knew from
years ago how to climb down safely) and phoned for help. The army
patrol didn't pass that way that night and the bomb wasn't detonated.

Mary and I never spoke of what happened that night indeed she would
never after that look me in the face. She left the order soon after. I
never did get the chance to tell her about the banshee who lived at the
bottom of my garden and the lengths she had gone to to protect her
home.

Seamus@zdnetmail.co.uk
September 2000


***

Untitled (FF, exhib)
by Maria Gonzales (maria1971@aol.com)
Copyright 2000

Jeannette and Aida stared out of their hotel room at the nearly naked
prostitutes standing on the corner and stopping every car that drove
by. They could hear snippets of their conversations from their second
floor hotel window. The girls on the corner would stop a car, then as
they approached the window they would ask if the driver wanted to have
some fun. Sometimes the drivers would say yes and the girl would walk
to the passenger side, get in and the car would drive off. Within half
an hour, the same girl would return to the corner and resume stopping
cars.

"I can't take this anymore," Aida said as she stomped away from the
window. "When is Pedro going to get here and cross us into the United
States, My brothers are waiting for me."

"He said he would be here tonight with a foolproof plan. Remember he
explained to us how the border patrol increased their patrols along the
border, and how the migra is checking all the paperwork much more
carefully these last few days since that guy carjacked and killed that
old lady just across the border. They're not letting anybody get by."
Jeannette answered.

"So how is he planning to get us across?" Aida asked impatiently. "I'm
tired of listening to those putas working out there. And if he doesn't
get here tonight, we're going to have to join them because we'll be out
of money for the hotel."

"Wait, I think that's his truck that just pulled up," Jeannette said
excitedly as she watched a black pickup park across the street. A plain
white van parked behind the pickup and the girls watched as their
coyote Pedro stepped out of the van, he put on his black cowboy hat,
approached the truck and held the door open as a buxom American woman
stepped out.

"Who's that?" Aida asked?"

"I have no idea," Jeannette answered as they watched the couple walk
across the street. Pedro and the woman disappeared from view as they
entered the front of the hotel. After a few minutes, Jeannette and Aida
heard a knock at their door.

As Aida opened the door, Pedro whispered at them, "Are you two ready to
go?"

"More than ready," Aida answered.

"Then grab your stuff and follow me."

The girls grabbed their duffel bags and followed Pedro out of the hotel
room, down a flight of steps. As they approached the American woman,
Pedro introduced them, "Aida, Jeannette, this is Denise, my American
friend."

The buxom blonde held out her hand. Jeannette took it and shook it then
Aida did the same. "Nice to meet you," Denise said as she examined
them. "They'll do fine," she said in perfect Spanish as she looked at
Pedro.

"We'll do for what?" Aida asked as she nervously looked at the coyote.

"As I told you earlier, there isn't any way for me to get you guys
across the border right now. Denise can do it, but you have to do
something for her in exchange for the crossing.

"That's right," Denise answered with a smile. "I get you into the U.S.
and you do me a huge favor and make some money for yourselves in the
process."

"I don't know," Aida answered. "What do we have to do?"

"It's easy work," Denise answered. "I'll take you over the border, I
have some friends at the checkpoint that will let anybody with me pass
through, then I'll take you to meet this guy I know."

"And what happens there?" Aida asked warily.

"Not much. He'll give both of you a costume to put on, then he'll take
some pictures of you. That's all."

"That doesn't sound that bad," Jeannette said. "Let's go. I can't stand
another night here."

"Wait," Aida said as she grabbed Jenette's hand. "What kind of
pictures?"

"Well..." Denise answered. "He might ask you to take of the costumes.

"Now way," Aida answered. "I knew it sounded too easy. I'm not going to
let some pervert take pictures of me without any clothes on then find
out three months later that I'm in some magazine. No way. I'd rather
stay here."

"The pictures are for himself, they won't be in a magazine, and if you
do it, you won't have to pay Pedro anything, I'll pay his fee. I'll pay
the hotel bill and pay each of you two thousand dollars in cash."

"No way," Aida answered stubbornly.

"I'll do it," Jeannette answered.

"Jenette!" Aida said. "What's gotten into you."

"I don't care if some guy takes pictures of me. I just want to see my
family. C'mon Aida, it won't be so bad." Turning to Denise, Jeannette
asked, "If Aida doesn't change her mind, will it be OK if I go by
myself."

Denise nodded her head, "Yeah, but the guy really wants two girls."

"C'mon, Aida." Jeannette said as she squeezed her hand.

Looking down at the floor, Aida answered as she looked at
Jeannette, "OK, but if my parents find out about this, it'll be all
your fault."

* * * *

The two girls sat in the backseat of the van as they approached the
border checkpoint. they stared at each other as the watched some cars
turn back and some men walking dejectedly along the side of the road.
As they inched closer to the checkpoint, they watched the car in front
of them stop and a group of girls get out. Aida and Jeannette watched
as the guard looked over their papers, shaking his head and handing
them the papers back. The girls piled back into the car, turned around
as Denise stopped next to the checkpoint. As the agent looked into the
car, she smiled at him and said, "Hi, Jim. Looks like your turning back
everybody today."

"Since that carjacking, we have to double check everything and if
something doesn't look right, we have to send them back." the agent
shined his flashlight into the backseat into the girls faces. "Are they
for Burns?"

"Yep," Denise answered.

The guard shined his flashlights at the girls chests, smiled at them
and told Denise, "Drive on, but tell Burns that I need a little extra
this time with all of the problems going on."

"OK," Denise answered as she put the car back into gear. "I'll tell
him."

"That was easy," Aida said.

"I told you it would be," Denise answered as the van sped away from the
checkpoint. She picked up her cell phone, dialed a number and in
English said, "The ETA is about five minutes." Hanging up the phone,
she turned to the girls and in Spanish said, "We'll be there in about
five minutes. Let me tell you a little about what's going to happen.
This guy that I work for is named Frank Burns. He likes to take sexy
pictures of young women dressed up in different outfits. I've heard of
everything from girls dressing up in bikinis to girls dressing up into
police uniforms to girls dressing up as maids, so I don't have any idea
what he's going to have planned for you. What I can tell you for sure
is that he won't touch either of you, something about an accident he
had when he was a legionnaire in France in the fifties."

"That's a relief," Aida said. "but I'm still not sure I think this is a
good idea."

"Relax," Denise instructed her. "Just pretend that you're playing make
believe, like when you were a little girl. Didn't you ever pretend to
play house or play doctor?"

"Yeah, I guess," Aida answered, but that was different. Nobody was
watching us or taking our pictures."

"True," Denise admitted, "but you weren't making a couple of thousand
dollars either." Denise turned the van off the main road, following a
twisting dirt road. "We're almost there. Once I take you into the
house, I won't see you until you're done. just relax, listen to all of
the instructions and have fun. It'll be really easy and we'll be off to
Pedro's house in an hour or two." Denise parked the van, got out and
opened the back door.

"Follow me," Denise said as she marched toward the huge house. She
opened the front door, and the girls followed her into a large room.
The floor was pure marble and expensive looking paintings adorned the
walls. Denise stepped across the room, turning back to make sure the
girls were following her. She opened a door long the side of the room,
holding it open for the girls. "Step inside and somebody will be there
in a few minutes to tell you what to do. I'll see you in a couple of
hours."

The girls stepped inside and Denise closed the door behind them. "This
is weird," Aida said. "I don't like this at all."

"Relax," Jeannette answered. "What could happen to us, Denise said that
he wouldn't touch us."

Aida replied, "Yeah but..." she stopped in mid-sentence and screamed
loudly as she looked up at a half-naked man falling down from the
ceiling. As he neared the floor, his descent slowed and he landed
softly.

"Hello ladies," the man said as he reached behind his back and released
the rope. "I'm Mr. Burns." Aida stared at a large tattoo on his back.
Mr. Burns
smiled at her and said, "it's a banshee, a mythical creature famous for
the noise it makes. Sort of like the one you made when you saw me make
my entrance." He smiled wickedly at Aida she hid behind
Jeannette. "Follow me," he ordered as he banged his hand against the
wall.

The wall slowly slid to the side and Mr. Burns walked through the
opening. Jeannette followed him, pulling Aida with her. The room they
entered was dimly lit by candles burning along the wall. On the far
wall a table sat, two large candles on each side and an open Bible in
the middle. A large wooden cross hung above the table, two fake stained
glass windows hung next to the cross. "Ladies," Mr. Burns announced,"
this is the set you'll be working on. If you would follow me I'll show
you to the dressing room and give you your costumes."

The girls followed him through a hidden door along the wall into a
brightly lit room. Mirrors hung from the walls and two chairs faced the
mirrors. "Over there are your costumes," Mr. Burns said as he pointed
to two nun outfits hanging from the wall. "You can change now, I'll
wait for you outside." Mr. Burns turned and left the room, before he
closed the door, he looked back in and added, "And don't wear anything
underneath the costumes. I want both of you completely naked
underneath." The door closed and Aida looked at Jeannette, "See what
you've gotten me into? This is all your fault."

"It's not that bad," Jeannette answered. "Sure he's a little weird
looking and the house is creepy, but he seems nice enough."

"Nice! Nice?" Aida exclaimed. "If he fits your definition of nice I
would hate to meet somebody that you called evil. This whole thing is
creepy. Did you see that tattoo on his back? Help me figure out a way
out of this place."

"Yeah right," Jeannette answered. "I bet we're stuck here, so we might
as well just humor him and do everything he wants so we can get out of
here quicker." Jeannette picked up one of the nun's habits off the wall
and placed it on her head. "I've always wanted to wear one of these.
It's heavier than I thought it would be."

"You can do this. I'm not." Aida said defiantly as she watched
Jeannette unbutton her blouse and strip it off. Jeannette unsnapped her
bra and pulled it off, placing it neatly on the table with her
blouse. "You're really going to do this?" Aida asked.

"Sure. Why not?" Jeannette said as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled
them past her thighs with a wiggle. As she sat on one of the chairs and
pulled of the jeans, she looked at her friend and said, "C'mon.
Nothing's going to happen to us. You heard Denise. She told us to do
everything that we're told to do."

"That guy gives me the creeps," Aida answered as she watched Jeannette
pull her panties off and place them on the table with the rest of her
clothes. "And nobody knows we're here. He could kill us if he wanted,
then hide our bodies and we would never be found."

Jeannette shrugged, "He could do that to us even if we don't do what he
wants. C'mon, get undressed," Jeannette said as she grabbed the nun
costume and stepped into it. "There's more of a chance of him doing
something to us if we don't do what we came here for."

"Are you ready yet, girls," Mr. Burns asked form outside the room.

"Just a minute," Jeannette answered loudly as she placed the nun's
habit on her head. Whispering to Aida, she said, "Hurry up."

With a deep breath, Aida pulled her T-shirt over her head and pulled
off her bra. As she stripped off her jeans and panties, she stared at
Jeannette and said, "If anything happens to me, remember that it's all
your fault."

"OK, it'll be my fault," Jeannette answered as she handed the other nun
outfit to her friend. "Just hurry it up and get dressed."

As the two girls stepped out of the dressing room and into the room
where Mr. Burns waited, camera in hand. He turned to them and smiled as
he said, "My, don't you two look innocent and pious. If you would,
please step over here and let's begin. Shall we?" The two girls stood
where Mr. Burns told them to, and he snapped a picture of them. "Move a
little closer together now," he ordered. "By the way. What are your
names?"

"I'm Jeannette and this is Aida."

"Aida, I need you to look a little more relaxed," he said as he snapped
another picture. "Smile a little, have some fun with this."

Aida smirked at him, "I'm only here because she wanted me to come. I
don't plan on having fun."

Mr. Burns put the camera down and examined Aida. "I don't care why you
are here. I only want these pictures to look marvelous. If you don't
mind. Please smile." The tone of his voice was nicer than before and
Aida forced a smile. "Much better my little lovely," Mr. Burns
said. "Move your heads a little closer together, touch your cheeks
together but keep looking at the camera. Jeannette, put your arm around
Aida's shoulder please. Aida remember yo keep smiling."

The two girls did as he ordered and Mr. Burns snapped a few more
pictures. As he unloaded his camera and placed another roll of film in
it, Jeannette turned to Aida and said, "See, this isn't that bad."

"I guess not," Aida replied. "He seems harmless enough."

"I told you."

"OK, ladies." Mr. Burns said as he put the camera back to his
eye. "Time to get serious. Aida, what I want you to do is give
Jeannette a kiss on her lips. Both of you need to close your eyes while
I take the picture."

"But nuns don't kiss," Aida protested.

"But you are not a nun. Are you?"

"I guess not, but..."

"Kiss. You two need to complement each other, Aida. I don't want it to
look like Jeannette is seducing you. I want it too look like you both
are lusting after each other." Aida pursed her lips together and dryly
pressed them against her friends lips. "With a little passion,
remember, complement, work together," Mr. Burns said.

"Now put your arms around each other. That's it," he added as
Jeannette's hands moved around Aida's waist. "Aida, tilt your head back
a little. Perfect. Both of you let your hands roam around a little. I
want to see sexy nuns. Hot nuns. Nuns in lust."

As Jeannette and Aida moved their hands over each other's bodies, their
kiss grew more passionate, turning from a pretend kiss to a real one. As
Jeannette's hand caressed Aida's breast through the material of the nun
costume. Aida broke the kiss and said, "I can't do this. I'm not a
lesbian."

"Shut up and kiss me," Jeannette said as he pressed her lips against
Aida's. Aida returned her kiss passionately.

"OK, Jeannette. I want you to nibble on her ear a little, then kiss
your way down her body. When you get low enough, slide your head
underneath the dress."

Jeannette broke the kiss and moved her lips to Aida's earlobe. As she
nibbled on it, she whispered, :Just pretend to like everything I do and
we'll be out of here in an hour or so."

"But..." Aida whispered as she arched her back, the nibbles on her ear
increasing her surprising hunger. Jeannette moved her mouth lower,
kissing Aida's body above the material of the costume. As she reached
Aida's chest, she softly kissed one breast then moved lower. As she
reached Aida's knees, she lifted the hem of the costume and slid her
head inside. "Oh!" Aida
exclaimed as Jeannette's lips kissed her bare thigh.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Mr. Burns. "Aida, I need you to bend over a little
bit and pull the bottom of Jeannette's costume all the way up to her
waist."

"But she doesn't have anything on underneath."

"Exactly," Mr Burns said with a wicked smile.

As Aida leaned over and grabbed the hem of the costume, Jeannette
kissed Aida's inner thing, inches away from the intersection of her
legs. Aida squirmed slightly as Jeannette's mouth moved higher. As Aida
pulled Jeannette's dress to her waist and exposed Jeannette's bare
butt, Jeannette's lips pressed against Aida's labia, her tongue sliding
into Aida's pussy.

"Oh," Aida exclaimed. "Mm," she said as Jeannette's tongue flicked
against her clitoris.

"Perfect!" Mr. Bruns exclaimed. "Aida, as she's doing whatever she is
doing, put your hands on your breasts and caress them through the
costume."

Aida looked at Mr. Burns and slid her hands to her chest. Cupping her
breasts in her hands, Aida's head fell back as Jeannette pressed her
finger into Aida's pussy, sliding it in as she continued to flick her
tongue against Aida's clit.

"Jeannette," MR. Burns said. "Move your butt a little to the left so I
can get a better shot of your ass." Jeannette shifted to the left and
Mr. Burns continued, "Perfect, now open your legs a little bit."

Aida moaned softly as Jeannette ran her tongue up and down her slit,
pausing at her clit and wrapping her lips around it. "OK, Aida, I want
you to slowly lift your costume up and show me what Jeannette is doing
to you that is making your face look so sensual. As she's doing that,
Jeannette, I want you to move your finger between your legs for me and
push it into you."

Aida obediently pulled her costume up as Jeannette moved her finger
into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out. As Aida pulled the dress
to her waist, she could hear small smacking sounds come from below as
Jeannette pushed her finger in and out of her pussy.

"OK, now take off the hat, then in one motion pull the dress off and
flip it onto the floor."

Aida did as she was ordered, tossing the habit onto the floor then
pulling her dress over her head and tossing it next to her. As Mr.
Bruns snapped pictures, Jeannette opened her mouth and put it around
Aida's pussy, sucking in as her tongue flickered in and out. Aida
arched her back involuntarily and moaned loudly, an orgasm taking over
her body.

"Great stuff," Mr. Burns said as he put the camera down. "While I
reload the film keep going. Jeannette stand up and take off your
costume and kiss her until I'm ready. I thought I would have to tell
you two everything, but obviously neither of you are novices at this."

Jeannette nibbled Aida's clitoris before she stood and pulled off her
costume. As she stood naked, she stepped toward Aida and pressed her
lips against Aida's lips. Aida kissed her passionately, feeling
Jeannette's hand slide between her legs and her finger finding her
clitoris again. As Aida broke the kiss with an impulsive moan,
Jeannette whispered into her ear, "See, I told you it wouldn't be that
bad."

END

Because I ran out of time.


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The words:

- Maria's: nun, tattoo, border
- Seamus': complement, ETA, banshee
- Rui Jorge's: novice, legionnaire, buxom

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