CHAINED, TORTURED NUN
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been a trying night. They had taken her down from the double frame,
laughing at her, hitting her while she tried to cover her shame. The other
sisters were too terrified at the moment, she knew, to pass judgment on her They
shivered against one another, still trying to cover their naked cunts and tits
as Jack ushered Sister Mary Katherine back to the space she shared with Sister
Dominic.
They threw her in like a sack, slamming the door hard behind her. Sister Mary
Katherine fell to the floor, doubling over, hugging her belly while keening
softly to herself. She had acted so vile! She had behaved very badly in front of
the othets and before her God! She felt the hot tears flow as Sister Dominic
slid up to her, putting a comforting arm about her shoulder.
"Oh, Sister, you shouldn't touch me! I've I've betrayed everything I believe in!
Oh God, God, they surely will drive me from the religious life after this," she
moaned, covering her face in horror when she remembered the shameless way she
had let Jack fuck her in front of the others.
Even sitting here, squatting in front of Sister Dominic, Sister Mary Katherine
could feel his cockmeat shoving up into her ass, the knobby cock slipping into
her bowels, stretching the itching, silky lining until the nun felt her clit
splinter and explode into those millions of delicious spasms! How could she even
think of something like that now, here with Sister Dominic trying to comfort her?
"I understand, Sister. We have to be brave! We have to endure. These awful men
will be punished by God," the other nun said. "But right now we have to stay
alive and keep our faith."
Sister Mary Katherine nearly snorted out a cynical laugh. After all she had been
through, how was she to keep her innocent faith alive? Jack and Joe had stripped
her of her pride, of her belief.
The only thing they had given her in return was fucking-fucking and pain,
combining the two so the young nun was unsure where one left off and the other
began.
Instead of countering Sister Dominic, Sister Mary Katherine instead remained
quiet, thankful for at least some moments of rest before the men worked their
savagery on them once again.
There was movement outside, shuffling, sounds that reminded the young nun of
horror movies. At times she could hear the whimpering groans from the other nuns
locked together in a room on the other side of the wall. But now Sister Mary
Katherine was concerned only for herself. She knew it was selfish.
She drew her hands together and began mouthing one of the many prayers she had
learned as a novice. Halfway through the door swung open, Jack standing
spread-legged in the doorway.
Sister Mary Katherine drew against Sister Dominic, her flesh crawling with
terror as she looked at the thin smile he flashed at them both.
"Come on."
Sister Mary Katherine shook her head, her lower lip trembling.
"No? Then you're gonna tell me where that douchebag of a brother of yours hid
the money? You know, baby," Jack said, folding his thick-muscled arms across his
belly and staring down at her, "you've been a helluva lot of fun. Ol' Joe in
there wants a crack at one of you and I'm probably gonna give it to him just to
keep the bastard quiet."
Jack pushed himself away from the wall, scratching his chin.
"But I'm gettin' pretty fuckin' tired of all this. Yeah, I dig puttin' you
through your paces but I want my bucks! Now, if you don't start talkin', I'm
really gonna get rough," Jack threatened, his voice growing frighteningly dark.
Sister Mary Katherine grabbed him around the knees, pleading.
"Oh God, please, don't you see? If I knew I would've told you by now. Oh, Go d in
heaven, just leave us alone. Tear the church apart if you want! But I swear in
the name of Holy Jesus,
I don't know what my brother did with anything of yours!"
Jack stood there, opening his mouth as if he were about to say something. Then
he thought better of it, shaking his head and drawing the back of one hand over
his lips. His eyes nar- rowed while he shook his head.
"I knew the church wanted bucks. But, man, you're really nuts if you think
holdin' out's gonna get you anywhere."
He grabbed her by the hair once more, jerking the nun roughly away from her
companion.
Sister Mary Katherine felt the strands (?f hair tearing from her scalp, the
agony making her scream and jerk her legs out to either side of her body. She
twisted around, desperately trying to stand up and ease the pulling, tearing
tension around her scalp.
Jack moved around in such a way, however, that always kept her down on the
floor. When she tried stumbling up a third time for balance, he kicked her in
both knees, sending the nun crashing to the floor with a loud wail.
Sister Dominic rose to her feet and rushed forward, begging the big man to let
her friend go.
"Shut up! You want the same treatment?"
His threats failed to stop Sister Dominic. The woman tried pulling him from
Sister Mary Katherine, receiving a sharp blow across the face for her efforts.
She staggered back, falling to the floor with a dull thud.
"Hey, Joe? You want this fuckin' nun so bad? She's yours!" Jack shouted in
anger, jerking his head in the direction of the fallen Sister Dominic.
"No, no, she's good! Don't do anything to her!" Sister Mary Katherine wailed.
Joe rushed in, throwing himself on top of the hapless nun. Sister Mary Katherine
saw Sister Dominic disappear under the big man's body. She could hear the nun's
screams, the resounding sounds of slaps and the woman's resultant cries of pain.
He was saying terrible, wonderful things to her about her body as he began
fucking her.
"She's gonna have her own fun. Don't worry about that bitch. I'd be worried
about myself if I were you," Jack warned, dragging her from the room by her hair.
Sister Mary Katherine dug at the floor with her heels, feeling the room sway
around her. Jack pulled her out with one firm yank, kicking the door shut behind
him and drowning out the sounds of Sister Dominic being brutally fucked.
He threw her across the floor, letting go of her hair and laughing as she banged
her head severely against one supporting concrete column. Sister Mary Katherine
looked up and saw two chains hanging from the top of the pillar. At the end of
each was a rusty iron cuff.
"No don't notthat,"she whispered, drawing away from the pillar.
"You know what's gonna happen already? Probably creamin' in your cunt," Jack
muttered, wrapping one big arm around her belly and hauling her to her feet.
Sister Mary Katherine showed surprising energy. Twisting in his grasp, she
clawed at his face while she tried kneeing the stud in the crotch. Again and
again she shrieked, white blind animal terror knifing through her brain.
Startled by her surprising feistiness, Jack regained control of the situation,
pushing her roughly from him. She fell backward, striking her head against the
pillar. Still flailing her arms in front of her, the nun stumbled to the left,
falling over her feet while howling in horror.
"Slut!"
Stepping quickly behind her, the big man brought down both fists hard behind her
neck, sending the woman crashing forward - and down against the concrete basement floor
Sister Mary Katherine let out a dull groan, feeling the floor giving way under
her. Still hysterical, she managed to jerk herself to her feet, slipping from
Jack's clutching fingers and moving behind the pillar.
Her tits slapped together as she wheeled about, pushing the hair from her eyes,
searching desperately for some path to take to escape the prospective horrdr.
She was an animal now-a panting, terrified animal skittering across the basement
floor, trying to escape the dreadful predator only inches from her.
Jack slammed one hand down against the front of her body just above her tits,
the force making her stagger, her bare soles slipping over the smooth cellar
floor. Everything around her seemed to be flying around her unanchored, striking
her, attacking her. She let out another hellish cry, stretching her arms in
front of her and rushing desperately toward what she guessed was the stairway.
Jack managed to grab one arm, wheeling her in a circle before letting her go and
sending the woman smashing into the dreaded pillar. Sister Mary Katherine
thought she had split her skull open as she reeled back and collapsed to the
floor.
"Goddamn it, baby, you're one helluva prize," Jack said, panting heavily as he
raised one foot and dropped the heel of his boot against the side of her face.
Sister Mary Katherine groaned, feeling the hard rubber rubbing across the corner
of her mouth. Granules of dirt fell into her throat as she tried pushing the
awful foot from her face.
But Jack kept on the pressure, threatening to crush her skull as if it were an
eggshell. He kept telling her how filthy she was, what a whore she was while he
rubbed his dirty boot over her cheek and lips.
He moved his foot down somewhat, kicking her around so her asscheeks pillowed
against the cold, concrete floor. Now he had the sole of his boot pressing
against her throat, effectively choking the air from her lungs.
Sister Mary Katherine grew frantic, her hands pounding wildly against his
ankles. She tried grasping his Levi's with trembling icy fingers, jerking her
body about the floor, trying to snap her head from the offending foot.
But nothing seemed to dislodge-the boot. The nun's wild efforts were waning as
the oxygen supply to her body was cut off. She felt the room spinning around her
and she then assumed she was about to die. Oh Lord, to die like this, under this
man, forgive me, Sister Mary Katherine prayed silently while Jack kept up the
pressure.
"Don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this whole bit that easy," Jack
growled, pull- ing his foot away from her throat suddenly.
Sister Mary Katherine coughed and gagged, grabbing her throat and turning onto
her side. She curled into a fetal position, drawing her knees up to her tits
while gasping in air. She had nearly died! He had nearly killed her-and all for
her brother's unholy money!
How she hated her brother more and more. The image of his handsome face filled
her with unthinkable rage as she thought of the pain and humiliation both she
and her sisters had been forced to endure. God forgive me for this feeling, she
silently begged, shaking her head as if she could shake the anger from her soul.
"Now, up here, bitch. And don't gimme any more of that screamin' shit. Next time
I won't take my foot off your fuckin' throat so fast."
She was efeated. -Closing her yes, the woman gave in, feeling half-dead as Jack
lifted her like a sack from the floor, leaning her against the pillar. Sister
Mary Katherine did not even groan as the big stud jerked her right hand up, then
snapped the rusty cuff around her wrist. Next came the left arm. The young nun
felt her muscles being stretched as he hauled her up from the floor until her
toes dangled about six inches from the floor.
"All mine. All mine, and I'll bet you don't tell me the money thing, will you?
In a way," Jack admitted, biting his lower lip in excitement, "I hope you don't."
Sister Mary Katherine heard cries from beyond one of the doors and knew it was
her friend, Sister Dominic being raped and beaten by Jack's partner.
It was a dream, some horrid, awful dream that was being played in her head once
more, just like all those other dreams she had had after watching that dreadful
movie.
But what about the pain in her arms? What about that popping sensations in her
shoulders caused by the weight of her own body? No, this was no dream, no movie.
It was the worst of her fears being played out in real life.
Sister Mary Katherine seemed to come to life once more, looking from side to
side, then rolling her eyes up and staring at the cuffs cutting into her wrists.
Helpless, roped up to the ceiling and held captive. And there was Jack, busy
selecting the instrument with which he would whip her.
"That'll do it!"
Sister Mary Katherine stiffened, her bones chilling as she saw a long black
leather whip dangling from his right hand. She couldn't help herself and a warm
wetness trickled down her right thigh. She was pissing on herself, disgracing
herself in front of this savage while he laughed at her!
"What's the matter, slut? You gotta weak bladder?"
Jack strode up to her, his hands on his hips. The young nun clenched her teeth,
feeling the rough rub of the concrete against her naked ass and back.
The weight of her body was pulling more painfully against the joints in her arm
and elbow as she swung there, feeling so terribly helpless.
"Now, before I go any further, you gonna tell me about your brother?"
"I don't know!" Sister Mary Katherine screamed, wanting to rip his face off.
"Too bad-."
Sister Mary Katherine held her breath, watching Jack standing there n front of
her. He was doing this purposely, waiting, his black eyes dancing in his head,
his nostrils flaring with excitement. She could tell just from this stare he
enjoyed watching women suffer
She saw the muscles in his right arm tensing, his fingers curling into a tight
fist. She tried to ready herself for pain. But when his fist shot forward,
smashing into her belly just below her ribcage Sister Mary Katherine let out a
screech of agony. Never, never had she felt this kind of killing blow in her life!
"Ooooooofffffff!"
Her head snapped back, striking the coJumn while her legs kicked out. Bright
spinning discs of yellow and orange exploded behind her eyes as she gasped
wildly for air. - It felt as if he had bruised several internal organs with that
hard punch. Shaking the hair from her eyes the nun looked up at the big man,
wishing for all she was worth he would be struck down by God at that moment.
"The money," he said calmly, rubbing his knuckles with the fingers of his other
hand.
"I don't - . oh, what's the use?" the nun gasped, tears of frustration and pain
streaking her flushed cheeks.
"You'll come around. Either that, or you won't walk outta here. . . and that
goes for the rest of 'em as well!"
"Nooo, ahhhhhhh!"
It was Sister Dominic screaming loudly. Sister Mary Katherine could hear Joe's
response then another sharp cry of pain. They would torture them all, beating
them to death. And for what? There was nothing, nothing she could tell them.
"Think about it, cunt."
Jack moved back now, snapping the whip, letting the long, snake-like piece of
leather hiss provocatively throughhe air and crash against the floor.
Sister Mary Katherine held her breath, her eyes rounding as she studied that
terrible instrument of pain. He was flicking it close to her head now, several
of her hairs flying from her skull and being cut off by the black leather whip.
Sister Mary Katherine began muttering, her prayer being interrupted by the
cracking of the whip directly in front of her face. She screamed mindlessly,
thrashing like a wild woman against her bonds, her body beating regularly
against the concrete pillar behind her.
The metal cuffs cut cruelly into her already severely chafed wrists. And all the
while Jack was snapping that whip, driving her half mad with his teasing.
"Eaghghhghghhhhhhh!"
The whip finally found its home, the black leather stinging across her lower
belly. It was as if someone had touched her flesh with a blowtorch. The young
nun jerked her legs up, her body shivering against the chains holding it
prisoner to the ceiling. Her jaw slackened while her eyes popped from her skull.
The woman coughed, choking on her scream as another blow across her face snapped
her head back. Cool air on the inner flesh of her cheek and the slow, heavy
trickle down her face told the nun Jack had scarred her for life. She licked the
blood from the corner of her mouth, trying to ignore the fiery pain that ran
from her ribs to her navel. Having forgotten temporarily all her holy teachings
she spat at him.
"Bastard! May God damn- you and that animal in there for all eternity!" she
shouted, feeling nothing but white-hot hatred course through her veins.
Jack only laughed, doubling his whip and advancing. The nun trembled, wondering
who would win this deadly game.
