stand up. There were orders barked, and the religious leader sighed and returned to her seat, her lips moving silently in prayer.
'Wait here,' Jack said, ducking into one room where another group of nuns sat. Rico stood behind her, his breath growing shallow and uneven. She could sense his mounting excitement. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her body twisting under his. The thought made her mind spin around confusedly. What was happening to her? She was a bride of Christ, and here she was acting like some street whore!
'Hey, stop it!'
At was Joe shouting in the room where Mother Superior sat. Rico stiffened, wheeled around and ran back down the corridor to where the shouts came from. For a few seconds Sister Mary Theresa remained unguarded. Mother Superior's office was only three doors down. Mustering what courage she could find, the nun dashed down the hall, reaching the door and twisting open the handle.
'God,' she whispered tensely, darting into the darkened office. She stumbled over a large wing chair, her hands outstretched as she ran for the desk. If only she could get the operator in time, give her the name and address of the convent and beg for help!
Sister Mary Theresa pulled the receiver off the phone, sending the instrument sliding across the polished desk top and onto the floor. It jangled angrily, landing on its side.
'Hello, hello?' she whispered, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Her eyes darted toward the opened door. Jack had returned and found her missing. She could hear his angry shouts for Rico as he ran down the hall.
'Oh, God, isn't someone there?' she almost shouted. There was a whirring, buzzing sound on the line. Perhaps she'd broken the phone in her haste to call for help. A large bulk in the doorway told her the game was up. The young nun stood there, the phone pressed to her ear as Jack marched into the room.
'Thought you'd pull something funny, eh?' he snarled, tearing the receiver from her hand and smashing it against the side of the desk. Pieces of plastic showered over her body as brightly colored wires tumbled from the instrument. 'Don't think you'll be usin' this any more.'
Sister Mary Theresa felt her heart sinking. She wanted to faint dead away. What would Jack and his friends do to her now?
'The slut needs a lesson,' he said, pulling his revolver out and holding the cold barrel to her head.
Sister Mary Theresa screamed, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. There'd be a loud sound, then nothing. She was sure there'd be no pain. But where would her soul go? Surely to hell considering what she'd done earlier with this foul man.
'Take her down to the chapel,' he said.
They moved quickly through the building. When they entered the main sanctuary, Jack flipped on the overhead lights. The narrow room was quiet, filled with the heavy perfume of burned wax and incense. Mass hadn't been celebrated in here for nearly two days and still the pungent odor remained.
Jack ordered her tied to the altar with her back flush against the smooth wood surface. Rico did as he was told, finding rope where the priest's robes were kept.
Jack moved up to her as his friend was finishing up several figure eights on her ankles. He threw back her habit, exposing her lush body.
What is he going to do to me, fuck me again? the nun wondered to herself. Oh, she'd be surely lost if that were to happen. Already her clit was stiffening, the juices were flowing in her pussy, slicking down the folds and hollows. There was no controlling her hot little cunt! It seemed to have a life and will of its own.
Rico grunted with satisfaction, backing away and admiring his handiwork. Sister Mary Theresa shut her eyes and tried to shrink away from his probing stare.
'I think, she's a little ashamed of herself. 'Course, that's what they're told. Body's not good, right honey? But you sure enjoyed yourself a little while ago,' Jack said, snorting with derision. 'She good and tied?' he asked, his eyes still focused on her wet pussy.
'Yeah, ain't no way she's gonna get loose,' Rico said. He reached down and scratched his bulging crotch. He waited silently, waiting for Jack to give him the go ahead to fuck the young nun.
'Get the fuck outta here then,' he murmured, a tight smile snaking across his lips. 'We've got a lot to talk about in private.'
Rico's face fell. Narrowing his eyes, he mumbled something, turning around and stalking out of the vaulted room.
Sister Mary Theresa whimpered, twisting against the ropes holding her tightly to the altar. She'd never been held like this. Being defiled in this house of God was too cruel even for someone like Jack to enjoy. Surely he knew how she'd behave. Would he purposely let her shame herself in front of the Lord, sending her soul straight to hell? Fear for the fate of her soul crept across her mind as Jack approached the altar. Surely in hell, the deepest, most vile pit was being saved for her.
Rico had tied her so her arms were stretched out while her legs were spread wide. As the door to the sacristy closed behind Rico, Jack tugged at the habit, bunching it under her ass. He chuckled to himself, his face looking like that of an amused child as the fold of her heavy black dress jerked free of her clenched butt. The smell of her growing arousal and his sweat filled the immediate tight space around them, that odor more powerful than that of the burning candles. Sister Mary Theresa gasped, feeling faint from all the smells and excitement. The odor from her juicing cunt grew stronger as Jack knelt and lightly stroked her pussy.
'You've got a nice slit,' he said, watching as her cuntlips trembled at the light touch.
Oh, touch it, stick your finger in, Sister Mary Theresa thought, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower lip.
'Too bad if somethin' happened that hurt you down there,' Jack said evenly, still stroking her pussy with his fingers.
The words snapped the nun back to reality. Hurt her? What was he planning to do?
The young nun raised her head and peered down. Jack was reaching over to the side where five rows of votive candles sat burning in their little red cups. He removed one, holding the short candle so the nun could see it clearly.
'This can do a lot of damage,' he said, passing the red flame under her eyes.
Sister Mary Theresa flinched, snapping her head back as the flame moved back and forth in front of her face.
Then Jack knelt again, bringing the fire between her spread legs. Heat stabbed her cunt while some of the dripping wax splashed onto her thighs. Her slit felt as if it had recoiled while her cunt muscles tightened. Jack was drawing the burning candle closer and closer toward her pussy.
'No, don't, don't!' she begged in a tight, whimpering voice. This was surely a punishment from heaven. God was guiding Jack's hand. He was going to destroy the instrument of her body that would destroy her soul if left untouched!
Jack was too aroused to stop now. He passed the candle repeatedly between her thighs while his cock filled with blood and strained against his trousers. His nuts ached with arousal while the smell of her singed pussy hairs wafted up to his nose.
'No, stop! Stop!'
Her body thrashed wildly as the flame neared her flesh. Surely the end was near. In a burst of flame her pussy would explode and, fainting from pain, her ordeal would be over.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jack waved the candle an inch from her cunt. Wax dripped on her pussy hairs while some of the curls disappeared in a crackling whisper under the flame's attack. Sister Mary Theresa twisted and sobbed as the flame lapped her cuntlips. The heat radiated into her cunt, stimulating her sensitive pussy nerve endings as if it were a million tiny needles. The helpless nun whispered her prayers and shivered while the heat burned her pussy lips. And the fire hissed like a snake when her pussy oil dripped from her cunt onto the candle.
The terrified nun tensed. But, more than fear coursed through her body now. She was fully aroused, her
