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Subject: {ASSM} The Sacrifice, Part 1 [Mf, Mdom, nc, reluc, blackmail, coercion, rough, oral, nun, puke]
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The Sacrifice
Part 1
by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

    The sound of children laughing and playing filled the air. The warm sun
shone brilliantly against the clear blue sky. A cluster of colorful balloons
floated lazily in the air.
    "Lookit how big he is!" Tommy shouted as pointed across the barrier
toward the elephant. He stood up on the bottom rung of the fence to get a
better look.
    "Yeah! He's as big as yer mom!" Billy teased.
    "Hey, cut it out!" Tommy shouted, giving Billy a wack on the shoulder.
"Yer mom's bigger!"
    Sister Anne was oblivious to the schoolyard drama unfolding around her.
Her eyes were fixed on little Julie. She was licking an ice cream and
laughing with her friends. Sister Anne's thoughts drifted back to her own
tragic past. Oh, how Julie reminded her of her own beautiful Perdita. She
was about Julie's age when... when it happened....
    A terrible sense of loss welled in Sister Anne's chest. She felt the
tears threatening to flow again. A sharp pain to her thigh brought her to
her senses. Tommy had swung at Billy and missed only to slug Sister Anne
firmly in the leg.
    "Boys!" The shrill sound of her voice froze them in their tracks.
"Anymore horseplay and you'll spend the rest of the field trip sitting on
the bus, do you understand?"
    "Yes, Sister Anne," they said sullenly in unison.
    As they moved to the next exhibit, Sister Anne couldn't take her eyes
off Julie. It was a terrible idea for her to return to teaching, but what
could she do? She already had the credentials and the experience. It was
only logical for the Order to give her this assignment. She had taken a vow
of obedience. She couldn't refuse and she had no reasonable argument that
would persuade her superiors into changing their minds.
    Being close to children... it broke her heart. Every time she looked at
Julie's long, golden locks, her baby blue eyes, her brilliant smile... she
could only think of Perdita. Oh how she missed her!
    Little did Sister Anne know, she too was being watched.
    He kept his distance. He didn't want to draw attention. It was the
little girl who drew his attention. That Catholic school uniform was
irresistible. That little skirt hiked up high, the white stockings, that
tight little blouse pulled tight against the tiniest little breasts just
starting to bud -- it was a wet dream come true. A gust of wind shot through
the crowd blowing up Julie's skirt. His heart skipped a beat. He felt his
cock swell as he fixed his eyes on her hemline. Yes! The wind was just
enough to give him a view of her tight little bubble butt wrapped in white
panties. He could even make out the printed pattern of strawberries on her
underwear. He had to have her.
    That's when he noticed her chaperone. The wind was still gusting. It
blew up Sister Anne's skirt revealing her perfect legs. Black nylons hugged
them as the wind opened her dress giving him an amazing view. His eyes
worked their way across her tiny waist, up to her beautiful c-cups. The wind
pressed the material of her uniform tight against her skin. A tiny lock of
blond hair peaked out from the top of her veil. She was young, thin and
absolutely lovely. He wanted her. He wanted them both.

***

    "17, 18, 19... wait... no, 18 -- I counted Tommy twice... HOLD STILL
CHILDREN!" Sister Anne bellowed at the top of her lungs. Silence fell across
the bus. She counted again. "16, 17, 18.... 18!" One child was unaccounted
for. She scanned the faces on the bus. "Julie! Where's Julie? Has anyone
seen Julie?"
    "Is that her over there, Sister?" Sally pointed across the parking lot.
In the distance, it looked like a little blond girl was wandering off into
the wooded area of the neighboring park.
    "Stay here children," Sister Anne ordered as she got off the bus.
"Julie! Julie!" she shouted in panic. It was happening again! No! Not again!
"JULIE!!!"
    She ran across the parking lot and bounded into the woods. "Julie!
Julie!"
    A sharp pain shot through the back of her head. Lights flashed before
her eyes. She felt the cold hard earth slam into her face as she fell. Then
darkness....

***

    Mildew. Dust. Musty.
    Stale odors filled her nostrils as Sister Anne slowly regained
consciousness. Her head throbbed. She felt an ache that coursed through
every muscle in her body. For a moment she thought of Phillip in his last
days as he lay in the hospital bed. Grief had robbed him of the will to
live. He simply wasted away. The weight of his mortal body was all that
anchored his soul to this world. He lay there day after day under the weight
of his own failing body, just waiting... waiting for death.
    But she wasn't dead. Sister Anne opened her eyes. Where was she? She lay
on a musty old cot. She could hear the intermittent drip of water. The smell
of dust and mildew saturated the air. A basement. She was unmistakably in a
basement. She tried to get up. The pain in the back of her head throbbed
with every beat of her heart. She felt the blackness threaten to return and
quickly abandoned her attempt to get up. She looked at the cracking concrete
wall in front of her. She managed to gather enough strength to roll over.
    In the distance, she saw the figure of man sitting across the room from
her. She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to shake off the salt crusts that
blurred her vision. He was a bit overweight... flabby... and balding. His
features were just a bit crooked giving him an unnatural look. It looked
like he was missing a front tooth. His white shirt was wrinkled and dirty.
The collar was stained yellow as were the underarms.
    "You're awake," he said. He got up and approached her. "Can you sit up?"
    Gently, he helped her to a sitting position. Despite his
non-threathening demeanor, his presence repulsed her. His every movement was
preceded by a nauseating stench of body odor. His hair was greasy and his
breath was absolutely foul. He had a disgusting sheen of sweat that never
seemed dry giving him a wet, greasy look.
    "Drink this," he said as he offered her a warm mug. "You took quite a
fall. I was worried. There wasn't much bleeding, but you're going to have a
nasty bump back there."
    "Who are you? Where are we?" Sister Anne asked groggily as she collected
her senses.
    A crooked smile grew across his face. Sister Anne turned away as she
couldn't stand the sight of his filthy teeth.
    "I'd like you to call me Earl, Sister Anne," he said.
    How did he know her name?
    "And where exactly are we, Earl?" she asked.
    "You're new home, Sister," he said nonchalantly.
    "I beg your pardon," she asked.
    "This is always hard at first, but you'll get used to it," he said.
"Look around. See this room."
    Earl got up and spread his arms wide to get her to look around. It was a
tiny space, more like a prison cell than a room. There were no windows and
only a single, foreboding door. The only furnishing was her cot. Over in the
corner was a hole in the ground that looked like an open drain pipe.
    "This is your home for now, Sister. This is where I'm going to keep
you."
    "Keep me?"
    "Yeah, that's right," he said. His mood was hard to gauge. He wasn't
threatening or angry. He was calm, even a bit giddy. "You see, I guess you
could say I'm a kidnapper. I've done it so many times, I'm used to it now. I
kidnap girls, women, anyone I want. It's like shopping!"
    "Kidnap people for... for ransom?" she asked.
    Earl laughed out loud! "If only! No, I'm afraid it's much worse than
that, Sister. You're here for sex. You're here because I want  you for my
very own sex slave."
    "So, you're a kidnapper and a rapist," she said in an accusing tone.
    "Oh, I don't rape women," he said. "Everything is consensual. If you
don't want to have sex, we don't have sex."
    Sister Anne stood up and looked around. The door was steel with a series
of deadbolts that locked into a metal frame. There was a small slot on the
bottom and the top.
    "You can't seriously expect me to consent to have sex with you, Earl,"
she said. "Or anyone else for that matter."
    "Oh you'd be surprised what people are willing to do after a few days
without food," he said with a smile. "But I suspect it won't come to that
with you."
    Earl headed for the door. "See you in a couple days, Sister." The door
slammed shut behind him.

***

    "What do you mean you lost her?"
    His voice was booming. A mixture of anger, disbelief and desperation
filled him. "She's a big girl, Lara. You can't just 'lose' her. Where's my
little girl? WHERE IS SHE?!?"

    Sister Anne bolted up from the bed. The image of Philip's angry face
still lingered, fresh in her mind even now as the dream began to fade. She
staggered to the hole in the floor and relieved herself. Her stomach
protested loudly as the hunger pains began to set in.
    Contrary to her worst fears, Earl wasn't starving her... not really.
After two days of no food, he began to slide a bowl of cornmeal mush through
the bottom slot on the door, once a day... every day. He never opened the
door or spoke to her except to demand her empty bowl back.
    She lay back on her bed. Where was Julie? Was she here? She thought she
had run out of tears, but they returned in streams that ran down her cheeks.
She lay there crying, lost in thought for what seemed like hours.
    A series of clicks woke her from her stupor. The door swung open. It was
Earl. He wheeled in a cart with a couple of pots and assorted junk. Sister
Anne immediately noticed a bucket of water and a bar of soap. He handed her
a bundle of clothes.
    "Try these for now," he said. He wasn't as gleeful as he was that first
day. He was serious, business like.
    Sister Anne held the garment against her. The size was right. It was a
nun's uniform, but not from her order... in fact.... she examined the veil.
It wasn't even real. "Is this... is this a Halloween costume?"
    "It's the best I could do," he said. "It's only temporary while I wash
your clothes. Hurry up and change."
    "A little privacy, please," she said weakly. She was too tired and
hungry to put up a fight.
    Earl just laughed. "Oh, Sister! You still don't get it do you." He
fondled the hardon that was growing in his pants. "Of course, like I said,
everything we do here is consensual. I tell you what -- you give me a little
show and I'll...."
    Earl opened up a pot on the cart. Beef stew. Hot. Steaming. Delicious.
"I'll fill your bowl."
    Oh, God, she wanted it. She wanted it so badly. "What... what if I
don't?"
    "Well, then that's your choice, Sister," he said. "I'll take back the
soap and water and I'll see you in a few days. What do you say?"
    Sister Anne stood frozen. She stared at the slovenly man before him. He
looked like hadn't changed his clothes. His odor repulsed her... but all he
wanted was to look. That... that wouldn't even violate her vows. And she was
hungry... so hungry....
    She dropped her gaze to the floor. Tears began to run down her cheeks...
"No," she said meekly.
    True to his word, Earl took everything. The soap, the clean clothes, the
food.... The door closed behind him. Sister Anne threw herself on the bed
and cried as the sound of dead bolts locking marked his exit.
    The only source of water was a trickle that ran down the basement wall.
Sister Anne had learned to press her cheek against the wall and let it fill
her mouth. About three days had passed. Sister Anne's face was pressed
against the wall as she desperately tried to relieve her thirst. The sound
of the metal sliding door opening made her heart leap.
    "Bowl!" Earl demanded.
    Sister Anne rushed to the door and presented her bowl. It was returned
to her with plain, cold oatmeal. Nothing ever tasted so delicious.
    Earl fed her every other day. Sometimes, every three days.
    "Bowl!"
    "Earl, there was a girl with me at the zoo, Julie, do you know what
happened to her?"
    "BOWL!" he demanded angrily. She handed him the bowl.
    "Please, Earl! I'm begging you! Is Julie alright?"
    The sliding door slammed shut.
    Two days later the sound of deadbolts cascading open made Sister Anne
jump to her feet.
    Earl entered the room again pushing his cart. Sister Anne eyed the pot
on top. Was it food? Please, let it be food.
    "This is a little bit better than last time," he started. He handed her
another bundle.
    It was a robe, a veil, a tunic... real ones this time. Where did he get
them? At another place and time, she might have cared. She didn't.
    "Now, how about that show?"
    Sister Anne didn't waste any time. She let her robe drop to the floor.
She pulled off her filthy panties.  She didn't hesitate to reach around her
back and unbuckle her bra. She avoided his gaze as she slipped off the
shoulder straps. For a moment, she held the loose bra against her chest. She
closed her eyes and took a deep breath. What was she doing? But she was
hungry. So hungry....
    She could hear Earl unzip his fly. She could make out the unmistakeable
sound of masturbation. She cringed.
    She was just making it worse by hesitating, she decided. She let the bra
drop to the ground revealing her beautiful, pert breasts. Earl nearly blew
his load when she bent over to yank off her panties. Her gorgeous breasts
hung pendulously before him as she stepped out of her underwear. She threw
the bundled panties at him.
    "Oh, yeah, that's my girl!" he said as he stroked his throbbing cock.
    She didn't know what made her do it. Sister Anne's eyes darted to his
crotch. He was thick and about average or slightly above in length. He was
uncircumcised. He must've been at his full length as he stroked himself. His
size frightened her. She knew what he wanted from her. A chill ran down her
spine.
    "You're a good girl, Sister," he said again. "I know I promised that I
would reward good behavior." He opened the pot and threw a hunk of roast
beef at her. She swallowed it like a ravenous dog. Earl just laughed.
    "That's my girl," he said. "Give me your bowl."
    She handed him her bowl and he scooped up just a tiny bit of broth and a
couple small potatoes and carrots. Sister Anne inhaled it. It was just a
tease. She could eat that whole pot, she was so hungry!
    "Do you want more, Sister?" he asked.
    "Yes, please... PLEASE!" she begged.
    "Well, that's all you get for just a show," he said. "If you want more,
you need to pay for it."
    "Pay for it? How?" she asked. "Please, tell me how!"
    Earl let his pants drop to the floor and stepped out of them. "I was
hoping you'd say that."
    He walked close to her as he unbuttoned his shirt. She barely noticed
his stench now. Earl fondled her breasts. "God, I love these," he said. He
pressed his cock against her bare thigh, enjoying the softness and warmth of
her body. He pulled her close to him, pressing her breasts against his
greasy chest.
    "Earl... please," she started to cry. "I... don't...."
    "Shhh..." he shushed her. "It will be over soon, and then you can wash
up and eat."
    Earl forced his lips against hers. His tongue forced its way into her
mouth and he kissed her passionately, driving his tongue deep into her
throat. His cock rubbed up against her thigh as he humped her leg.
    Earl broke their kiss. He smiled his crooked smile at her. She felt
disgusting. He licked her face and laughed. Then he kissed her neck. He
kissed his way across her throat, her collar bone, down to her breasts.
    "God, I love these so much," he said. "You are so beautiful." He took a
nipple into his mouth and sucked greedily. Sister Anne just cried as she
tried to deny the tingling and the warmth that filled her body.
    Earl sucked her nipple to hardness then moved to the other breast. He
sucked her eagerly, reveling in his new plaything. His hand made its way to
her crotch and he fondled her pussy. His fingers worked their way inside her
and coaxed her juices to flow.
    "I need to be inside you, Sister," he said. "Get on your back and spread
your legs."
    "Earl... please,"... she started.
    "DO IT NOW!" he ordered angrily. "Or I will lock this door and I won't
come back for a FUCKING MONTH! Do you want that? DO YOU?"
    Tears streamed down her face. "I can't Earl.... please, go." She
couldn't bear to face him. She kept her eyes shut and covered her breasts
with her arms.
    "You ungrateful bitch," he said. "I'm warning you! I'll do it! I'll lock
this door and forget about you. This is your last chance!"
    "Go," she said quietly. "JUST GO!"
    Earl gathered up the clothes. "You're not getting these back," he
shouted as held her robe bundled in his arm. He wheeled his cart out and
slammed the door behind him.
    How much longer could she resist? He was going to break her. It was only
a matter of time. Why did she send him away? Why not just get it over with?
It's not breaking vows if it's rape... but that's just it... he wouldn't
rape her. He was going to make her consent. She began to sob. The truth
is.... No! It wasn't the truth. It wasn't! She didn't want it! He repulsed
her! He was filthy! Repugnant! Disgusting! His cock was... she couldn't stop
thinking about.... No! She didn't want it! She didn't!

***

    Two days later the little sliding door opened. To her surprise, Sister
Anne's bowl was filled with oatmeal -- hot this time. The bowl was followed
by her clothes -- underwear and all -- cleaned and neatly folded. A few
minutes later, she heard the dead bolts unlocking.
    "You're a tough one, Sister," Earl said smiling. He laughed a little. "I
have to admit, no one's ever lasted this long. But I like that. I like a
challenge. Come here." He waved her out the door, smiling. Sister Anne
hesitated. "It's okay. C'mon!"
    She followed him out of the room. She had never seen what lies beyond
that door. Was he letting her go? She was shocked to see a hallway lined
with steel doors like hers as far as she could see in the dim, flickering
lights. He led her to another room. There was a battered couch and a cart
with a TV and VCR.
    "Sit, sit," he said as he closed the door. "I want to show you
something."
    He hit the "Play" button. A burst of static was followed by the black
and white video from a surveillance camera. It was a cell, like hers. There
was a little bunk, a hole in the floor for a toilet... but this room was
nicer. There was a small carpet, a bookshelf, some toys scattered about
and... and... a little girl...
    "JULIE!" Sister Anne shouted. She leapt from her seat. "Oh, God,
Julie...." tears ran down her cheeks. She felt her heart rise to her throat
as the feeling of guilt overwhelmed her. "It's all my fault that you're
here, Julie," she thought to herself.
    "She's a sweet little thing, isn't she?" he said to her.
    "You evil, sinful man!" she shouted. "You devil! You... you...."
    "Oh, relax, Sister, relax!" Earl said. "I haven't touched her. In fact,
I've treated her much better than I've treated you... but that can change."
He winked at her.
    "Tell me, Sister, how long do you think it would take me to break her?"
He smiled. She hated his smile. She wanted to bash his face in. "Aw, hell,
why am I asking you for? I know full well from experience that she won't
last more than a week...! Just think, one week from today and I'll be
dumping my load in that sweet little ass."
    Earl's cock grew hard at the thought. He began stroking it through his
pants. He licked his lips as he stared at the screen. His eyes fixated on
the pretty blonde girl in front of him.
    Sister Anne dried her tears. She collected herself.
    "I want food and a bath, before and after," she started. "I also want
fresh sheets for that bed, clean water to drink and I want to see Julie --
NOW."
    Earl walked close to her. His cock was pitching a tent in his pants. He
pressed it against her thigh. "You'll get the food, the bath, the water and
the sheets," he said. "But the girl... I'll let you see her in a couple days
after you and I have gotten to know each other a little better." He took her
chin in his hand and tilted her head up to look at him as he smiled.
    Sister Anne refused to meet his gaze. She turned her head to the side.
"I'll see her today... after we... we..." she didn't finish her sentence.
    "Tomorrow," Earl said. "Final offer."
    "Done."
    "How 'bout we kiss on it?"
    Without saying a word, Sister Anne pressed her face to his. She opened
her mouth and kissed him passionately. She was doing it for Julie, she told
herself as she explored his mouth with her tongue. She wrapped her arms
around him and pulled his head into hers. She pressed her leg into the
throbbing member that threatened to tear a hole through his pants.  She was
keenly aware of how aroused he was. It was Earl who broke the kiss, but
Sister Anne quickly put her mouth over his and started it anew. Her tongue
eagerly lapped the foul taste of his stale, festering mouth. Her hand
reached down and squeezed his cock, eager to sample its stiffness. Sister
Anne drew her mouth to Earl's ear.
    "Hurry up with that food," she whispered. Then she turned her back and
returned to her cell.
    When Earl arrived she was already naked and waiting for him. At the last
minute, she decided not to remove her veil. Like a hungry animal, she wolfed
down three bowls of soup and two bottles of water.
    Earl watched her hungrily. He undressed as she ate, then held his cock
in his hand, squeezing it as waited for the sweet reward for his patience.
    Sister Anne looked up at him as she licked her bowl clean. He flashed
her that smile she had learned to hate. "Get on your knees," he ordered.
    Sister Anne knew what was coming to her. She had long accepted her fate.
Without further prompting, she took Earl's cock in her hand and squeezed it
gently as she pumped him. Now, Sister Anne had been a prisoner for weeks
with no chance to bathe or wash, but Earl... Earl had no such excuse. He was
just  a filthy man. His entire body reeked of sweat and BO. His cock was
just as filthy. The odor of stale urine emanated from his crotch. Sister
Anne took the filthy cockhead into her mouth and sucked. She pulled off and
gently pulled the foreskin back only to reveal a crust of funky white fungus
around the base of his head. Sister Anne closed her eyes and licked it. She
licked the rim of his cock an lapped up the disgusting smegma. She had to
consciously stifle the urge to vomit.
    "That's it, baby," Earl said grabbing her head in both hands. "Suck me."
    Sister Anne silently obeyed. She took his cock into her mouth and
sucked. Earl began pumping his hips, thrusting his rod into her face. He
shoved his cock across the roof of her mouth and into her throat. He began
face fucking her more forcefully. He grabbed her head and pulled her onto
him, shoving the length of his shaft down her gullet.
    It was too much. She had just gorged herself after days of near
starvation. Earl grabbed her head and rammed into her. Sister Anne's nose
pressed against his mound of pubic hair. The disgusting odor of urine burned
her nostrils and stung her eyes.
    An uncontrollable urge to vomit overwhelmed her and she began to puke. A
spray of hot vomitus engulfed Earl's cock and covered his stomach. It was
warm, almost burning. His cock was bathed in burning stomach acid. Chunks of
partially digested beef and potato became tangled in his pubic hair.
    Earl just kept fucking.
    "Oh yeah baby! FUCKING TAKE IT WHORE!"
    Sister Anne choked and gagged as Earl face fucked her. She puked again
and then again. Her stomach was empty, but Earl continued his assault on her
face. He slammed into her again and again, faster and faster.
    "Oh God, I'm so close," he cried out. "Take me you little bitch!"
    He slammed into her face and shoved his cock down her throat as far as
it would go. His whole body jerked as he came. Load after load of hot, thick
semen surged forth and filled her.
    "Swallow it, bitch! Or the deal's off!"
    Sister Anne swallowed as much as she could. She let him fill her empty
belly with his essence. She sucked him like a baby suckling a teat. She fed
on him, savoring every sacred drop. She continued to milk him until long
after his cum stopped flowing. Finally, he pulled out of her face. He
toweled himself off and looked at her.
    Sister Anne was on her knees, naked except for her veil she was covered
in her own puke. Long strands of drool dribbled down her chin. Thick strings
of semen dripped from her mouth and onto her breasts.
    "Look at you, bitch," Earl said. "What have you got to say for
yourself?"
    Sister Anne looked up at him and smiled. Her eyes were crazed, wild!
    "Give me more!" she said, smiling.
    She took him by the hand and pulled to the cot. She laid back and spread
her legs.
    Earl lay on top of her and kissed her. He fondled her breast as he
positioned his cock between the soft, warm folds of her dripping wet pussy.
    "Are you a virgin?" he asked.
    The image of Philip flashed in her mind. How long had it been? How many
years since she had been intimate with a man? She pushed his image from her
mind.
    "No," she said.
    "Good," he said. "I don't want to be gentle with you."
    With that, he slammed himself into her pussy. She was unexpectedly
tight. He could only squeeze his cock about a quarter of the way in, despite
her wetness.
    He pulled back and pushed in again meeting with surprising resistance.
The tighter she was, the more he wanted to fuck her. He watched her face as
she squinted her eyes and gnashed her teeth. Each thrust brought a
combination of pleasure and pain.
    Earl forced his way into her depths, spurred by her grunts of
discomfort. He wanted to hear her scream.
    Sister Anne was overwhelmed by his thickness. She could feel herself
stretching to accommodate him, but it wasn't enough. She had been celibate
for far too long. He was too big and too eager. With each thrust, he
penetrated deeper. It seemed like his length was never-ending. Again and
again, he plowed deeper into her, forcing her apart. She felt like she would
break in two. Her grunts grew louder and louder. Finally, she couldn't
contain her screams.
    With every thrust of his hips, Earl forced his cock deeper into her
depths forcing an ear-piercing scream out of Sister Anne. Soon, Earl began
screaming too. With each forward plunge, he let out a bellowing roar of
passion. He was absolutely indifferent to her pain, her discomfort. This was
his moment. His time to fuck. She was nothing more than a tight little piece
of meat to wrap around his cock and he reveled in her discomfort.
    Finally, he felt her crotch grinding against his as he buried his cock
up the hilt. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down into him make sure
he was in as deep as he could go.
    "Oh yeah," he grunted. "You feel that baby? You feel how hard I can get?
How deep I can go?"
    Sister Anne just grit her teeth and sobbed. Earl couldn't tell if they
were tears of pleasure or pain. He didn't care.
    "Now, you're loose enough for a real fuck!" he threatened her.
    He pulled halfway out and then plunged back in. Again and again, he
invaded her depths. He began a relentless, steady, rhythmic pounding of her
cunt.  He never paused, he never stopped. He just kept fucking. Slowly,
steadily he quickened his pace. He pounded her fast, and faster. His body
became a blur. The rickety cot threatened to collapse under the lightning
pace of his forceful pounding. Sister Anne felt her vaginal walls burning
from the friction. Sweat poured off of Earl and rained down on her. She
turned her face and squinted as a drop stung her eye. Earl never relented.
    "Oh... oh, Sister!" he called out. "So close... I'm so close, Sister.
Take me! Take me bitch!"
    Sister Anne felt sick inside. Her body was hot and feverish. Her stomach
queasy. She needed him to end this. She needed to finish him. Finally, she
became desperate.
    "Oh, Earl!" she called out. "Give it to me! Teach me a lesson, Earl.
I've been so bad to you, punish me!"
    "You'd like that wouldn't you?" he asked between breaths.
    "Yes!" she called out. "I love it when you fuck me. Punish me with your
cock!"
    "Like this, you bitch?" he called out as he pulled out and then slammed
all the way. Her body jerked as he slammed into her.
    "I love your cock!" she cried out. She felt his cock jump. Impossibly,
it felt like it was thickening inside her. "I love your cock!" she cried out
again. There was no mistaken it. He was getting harder.
    Incredibly, Earl doubled his pace. His hips thrust into her at what felt
like superhuman speed. Sister Anne reached out and desperately clutched a
handful of sheets in a futile attempt to mitigate the pain. The hand clawed
into his back.
    Then she felt it. Earl's cock bucked inside her. He slammed in one last
time, burying himself up to her cervix. His cock leaped and twitched as it
unleashed the first volley of semen. She felt it inside her, hot and
stinging. She felt him pumping it into her, filling her. A part of his body
was becoming a part of her body.
    "Oh, Sister," Earl sighed as he lay next to her. His cock was still
inside of her twitching as spurts of cum continued to fill her. "I can't
believe I'm still cumming."
    Sister Anne stared blankly at the wall, trying to ignore the man
inseminating her. She tried to imagine it was Phillip, but maybe it had been
too long or maybe it was the stress or starvation, but she couldn't conjure
the image of his face. All she could remember was his sickly, emaciated body
laying in the hospital bed, wasting away. Was he in Heaven now? Was he with
Perdita? Were they looking down on her in shame in disgust as she allowed
this filthy disgusting man to have his way with her? She could lie to
herself but not to them, they could see through her. They knew deep down
inside... she enjoyed it.

***

    The metallic clicks of deadbolts pulling back was now familiar to her.
It was her alarm clock. Sister Anne woke and approached the door, bowl in
hand. Earl walked in, filthy as usual. Scrumptious odors emanated from the
pot atop of his cart. He filled her bowl with a mixture of potatoes,
scrambled eggs and cut up pieces of sausage.
    Sister Anne had washed the night before after their sordid coupling. She
was clean and fully dressed. Somehow, that aroused Earl, seeing her in full
habit just like the day he first laid eyes on her at the zoo.
    "Are we going to see Julie?" she asked as she finished her breakfast.
    "Of course," he said. "I reward good behavior, remember?"
    "I remember," she said putting her bowl down and standing up. She wasn't
afraid to look him in the eye any more.
    Earl walked close to her. He put his hands on her waist and smiled his
crooked smile.
    "How about we have a little fun first?"
    "Earl!" she called out. "We... we just ... did... last night?"
    "I'm ready again now!" he said playfully. "He took her hand and put it
on his cock. He was hard.
    "I... I want to see Julie now...." she said weakly. Her hand was frozen
in place. She couldn't take it off his cock. She felt his warmth, his
hardness through his pants.
    "We'll see her," Earl whispered in her ear. "I promised, remember?" He
kissed her cheek. He nuzzled her neck. He continued giving her little
kisses. A hand wandered up and fondled her breast. "It'll be quick," he
said. "Not like last night."
    "But... but Julie..." Sister Anne's willpower was faltering.
    "She's safe," he whispered. His fondling became more aggressive. He had
her nipple between his fingers. He was pinching it gently. His other hand
hand found its way up her robe. He was caressing her thigh, making his way
toward her crotch. "Sister?"
    "Y... yes?"
    "I'm so horny right now."
    She didn't know what made her do it. When he said those words to her,
she stopped merely feeling his cock and she squeezed it. She began stroking
it through his pants.  Earl's hand reached between her legs. His fingers
pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties and found her clit. He
pressed against it with his thumb as his fingers fondled her swollen lips.
    "Are you horny too, Sister?" he asked.
    "No," she lied. Earl's fingers tore her panties aside and plunged inside
her.
    "Do you want me to fuck you again?" he asked.
    "N... no," she lied again.
    "Then why are you so wet?" he asked. His fingers danced inside her. She
just grunted in reply.
    "Ask me to fuck you, Sister," he demanded.
    "No!" she whimpered pathetically.
    "Remember, everything we do here is consensual. I won't fuck you unless
you asked me to."
    Earl's fingers continued to tease her. His thumb pressed against her
clit as his fingers wriggled back and forth in a "come here" motion,
aggressively rubbing against the roof of her vagina.
    "Say it, Sister!" he demanded. He was becoming frustrated with this
game. Why didn't he just take her? But he felt he was close. He was so close
to breaking through her stubborn will.
    Earl abandoned her breast. He grabbed her hand and shoved it down his
pants. She clutched his bare cock and stroked it, savoring the feel of his
hot meat in the tight grip of her fist. She jerked him off vigorously as his
pants toppled clumsily down to his knees.
    Earl pushed his face into her hers. His tongue darted out and licked her
lips. He tried to part them, but she pursed her lips tightly, avoiding his
kiss. Undaunted, he pressed his longed tongue against her face, running it
along her lips, trying to force his way in. She relaxed a little and he shot
his tongue in her mouth only to be confronted by her clenched teeth. He slid
his tongue into her cheek and ran it along her teeth, inside her lips,
exploring as far as he could go, enjoying the lecherous rape of her mouth.
    Sister Anne finally gave in. She opened her mouth and let him in. His
fingers plunged into her pussy simultaneously as his tongue shot down her
throat. He felt her body quiver and shake beneath him. She was close.
    Earl stepped out of his pants. He rubbed his cock against her pussy
lips. She was dripping wet.
    "Beg me," he said.
    "Please, don't make me," she pleaded.
    "Do you remember me inside you last night?"
    "Yes," she said.
    "Do you remember how I made you feel?"
    "Yes," she said on the verge of tears.
    "Do you want me to FUCK YOU AGAIN?"
    "Yes, damn you," she said. "Fuck me!"
    Earl grabbed her forcefully and pushed her against the wall. He grabbed
her waist and pulled her back. He smacked her legs apart and pulled her
robes up exposing her ass and legs to the cool, dank air of her basement
cell. He grabbed her panties and tore them apart, ripping the flimsy fabric
like paper.
    He then placed his cock head against her pussy. He noticed Sister Anne's
breathing quicken as she felt him at her entrance. He teased her, rubbing
his cock in her dripping juices.
    "Oh, God, that bastard," she thought. "What is he waiting for?"
    He ran his cock up and down her slit. He pushed it against her lips.
Finally, he wiggled the cock head into her, stopping before the shaft. He
placed his hands on her waist and held her, bracing her for what was to
come. They sat there for a moment in silent anticipation. Earl reveled in
his position of power, of control. He had her exactly where he wanted her.
Against the wall, legs spread, cock in her dripping wet pussy -- she was
his.
    Without warning, Earl thrust his cock inside her. Suddenly, all at once,
the whole of him was in her. Sister Anne felt him tear through her
tightness. Her vaginal walls were still sore from last night's marathon
fucking. A scream erupted from her uncontrollably. Earl pulled back and
thrust in her again. She let out a grunt. This was a mistake. She was too
sore! He did it again... then again, and again. He began fucking her.
    Earl was not a big man, but inside her like this he felt impossibly big.
It was like his cock had swollen to twice its size. She felt it pressing up
against her insides. She felt the pressure buidling up inside her. She was
completely out of control as this man tore into her again and again. His
hips began bucking faster and harder. She felt his balls swing up and slap
against her pussy with each thrust. The room echoed with the sound of their
lustful coupling.
    Suddenly, Earl's cock twitched. Impossible! He let out an unmistakable
jet of cum. Sister Anne felt the now-familiar spurt of warmth and moisture
inside her. It was just one jolt, but she felt it. Earl never missed a beat.
His cock remained hard and he continued to fuck her.
    "Did you feel that, bitch?" he asked.
    "Yes," she replied.
    "Did you like it?"
    "I... guess," she said.
    "You want more don't you?"
    No answer.
    "You fucking whore! It's what you want and you can't even admit it," he
said. "You fucking whores are all the same. All you want is a big fat cock
between your legs, fucking you like a bitch. You want me to cum inside you
and fill you with my load, don't you whore?"
    No answer.
    Earl slammed into her hard. He smacked into her again and again. His
fucking became, brutal, violent. He quickened his pace.
    "ANSWER ME, BITCH!!" he demanded.
    "I want it!" she shouted. "I want your cum, Earl! CUM INSIDE ME!!! I
LOVE YOUR CUM!!!"
    She felt it again. She could actually feel his cock getting harder
inside her. It was such a turn on.
    "I want your cock!" she shouted again. "Fill me with your cum! Please! I
need it! I need your cum"
    Earl's breathing was labored and loud. His legs felt weak and wobbly,
but he needed this. He needed to fuck her. He needed to drain his balls into
her. He fucked faster and faster. His balls ached from slamming into her so
hard and fast. He was so close. He felt his cock twitch and tingle. Just a
little harder... a little faster...
    "FUCK ME!!! Oh! Oh!" Sister Anne screamed. "Oh! Cum! Please, cum!!!"
    And he did. Earl buried his cock into her as the floodgates opened and
he released his load.
    "Oh, yeah," Earl said with a euphoric giggle. Gob after gob of thick,
creamy semen filled the nun's lithe body. "Oh, it feels so good!"
    Earl's cock softened and fell out of her. A mixture of their love juices
dribbled down Sister Anne's leg. Earl collapsed on the cot, his legs weak
from fucking so intensely.
    "Come here and clean me off, baby," he called.
    Sister Anne obeyed. She leaned against him and sucked his cock. She
savored the taste of her own pussy as she suckled him. She licked the shaft
and the balls, lapping up the sweat and the cum. She took his cock in her
mouth again and sucked it, teasing it with her tongue. She was lost in her
own world of lust and degradation.
    "Careful baby, unless you want to go again," Earl said, but it was too
late. Her ministrations were too tender, too meticulous. She ran her tongue
up and down his shaft. She flicked it across the corona of his swollen
glans. His cock became stiffer, harder. Earl felt his need to fuck growing
inside him. He needed to be inside her again.
    "You stupid bitch," he said. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on
his cock. He began fucking her face.
    Sister Anne gagged and tried to pull off, but his hand held her firm.
Finally, he released her. Her head whipped back in relief and she began
coughing.
    "We're not done yet," he said. "Show me your tits."
    Sister Anne pulled her robe off over her head. She quickly unsnapped her
bra and tossed it to the ground.
    Earl grabbed her roughly and pushed her onto the rickety old cot. He
spread her legs and suckled her nipple hungrily. He placed his body between
her legs. His cock pushed against her entrance. Finally, he slid inside her.
She was loose and wet.
    Earl never took his mouth off her teat. He continued to suck the stiff
nipple and tease it with his tongue as he thrust his cock inside her. His
hips began pumping relentlessly as he invaded her sopping wet pussy. She was
full of his cum and her own flowing juices.
    Earl's cock was sore, but his mind was steeped in a cloud of lustful
desire. He slid his massive member into her, feeling her vaginal walls give
way as he buried himself in her cum-filled womb. His cock slid in and out
with ease. He enjoyed the sensation of flesh against burning flesh as he
invaded her.
    "This is where you belong, isn't, whore?" he asked. "You need me on top
of you, dominating you, fucking you, making you a woman. Admit it!"
    Sister Anne's brow furrowed in a contorted expression that combined
fear, shame and pleasure. "Yes," she finally admitted. "Yes, I need your
cock."
    "This is what all women want," Earl said. "They want a man to fuck
them." He slammed his cock into her for emphasis.
    "fuck me..." she whispered weakly.
    "You want me to cum inside you again, don't you baby?" Earl whispered to
her. He quickened his pace. "You can feel it already, can't you? My hot cum
shooting inside you? Is that what you want? Is that what you want to feel?"
    "Yes, I want your cum," she said. She reached around and gently caressed
the back of his neck. She pulled him into her and kissed him.
    Their tongues collided as earl continued his fucking. As his cock sunk
inside her, his tongue boldly forced its way down her mouth, threatening to
invade her throat. His penis, likewise, pushed deeper and deeper into her
body, forcing her apart, coming ever so close to pushing against her cervix.
    Earl broke the kiss. "God, you're such a hypocrite, you little whore!"
he said as he fucked her. "All those years..." He slammed his cock into her
-- hard! "...locked up in that convent...." He slammed into her again. "And
all that time, you were craving a man's cock, weren't you?"
    "No," she denied it. "No... you don't know me."
    "Oh, I think I do," he said. "You can say 'no' anytime. You can stop me
any time you want, but you won't. You won't stop me till I cum, because
THAT'S what you want." Earl started fucking her faster, harder. His thrusts
became more erratic, aggressive, violent.
    "No... NO! That' s not true.... Oh!" Sister Anne protested between
squeals of pleasure. "No, it's for Julie. I'm doing this to protect Julie."
    Earl laughed. "Is that what you tell yourself? Maybe the first time, but
not now," he said as plunged his cock into her wet pussy. It let out a loud
queef as air rushed to escape past her flowing juices. "Now, you're getting
fucked because you want it. Tell me you want it, Sister. Admit it to me!"
    "No," she said.
    "You want my cum!"
    "No, oh God no, that's not it... don't... Don't make me..."
    "You want me to cum inside you!"
    "Cum... your cum..."
    "You want me to fill you with my cum!"
    "No..."
    "You want me to make you pregnant!"
    Sister Anne didn't answer. She clutched his shoulder and squeezed it as
his invasions became more heated. She felt her body quivering, tingling
beneath him. This talk about cum, and pregnancy... it was doing something to
her.
    "You want me to give you a baby!" he said. "That's what all women want
and all women are whores. You want a big stiff cock inside you!" He slammed
into her again, to emphasize his point. "Cumming inside you! Giving you
babies!"
    "Just fuck me, Earl!" she said, giving in to him. "Just fuck me!"
    He did. He fucked her deliberately, nonstop. He forced his cock inside
her. The bed creeked below them as he pushed her body back and forth on it.
He could feel her flesh swelling around him. It encased his cock, enveloped
it. He felt his need building, growing.
    "Fuck me," she said again. "FUCK ME!"
    That did it. He began cumming. His cock felt like it was cumming fire as
the hot liquid burned his sore member when it exited. Muscles spasmed
forcing out hot jets of semen into his plaything's waiting womb.
    "This is what it's all about, Sister," Earl said as he collapsed on top
of her, his cock still twitching as it unloaded its cargo. "This moment,
when you take my cum inside you."
    He lifted his head and looked at her and then they kissed. It was a
dark, passionate kiss. Sister Anne didn't know what made her do it. She was
so confused. She felt so dirty, so disgusting, and yet... so liberated.
    She felt Earl's cock inside her body. It had been so long since she had
a man inside her. He was giving her his precious seed. She could have a new
life growing inside her right now! God's most precious gift! She closed her
eyes. Exhausted, they slept.
    Later, Earl awoke and helped himself to the cold leftovers in the pot
that carried Sister Anne's breakfast. They ate together in silence. Then,
Earl turned to her and gave her a knowing look. He caressed her soft, white
flesh. He suckled her breast. They laid back on the bed as he sucked. His
cock grew hard. She spread her legs. She was his.

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