Chapter 9
With Brother Mark unavailable, the Rector had to take care of punishing Ed with the help of Sister Beatrice, who had joined them, and the Mother Superior. And as the Rector was still busily engaged in fucking delightful little Joan, he called for the help of the Mother Superior.
"You enjoy the use of that prick of yours, do you, young man? You like it?" the Mother Superior sneered at him.
Ed looked at her without saying a word, hatred in his eyes. He knew that nothing he could say or do could avert the punishment coming his way, so he didn't want to lower himself to dealing with these sadists.
"Answer me!" she shouted, her voice jumping a screeching octave.
He remained silent. Sister Beatrice, dressed in leather pants and a leather jacket that was open to reveal her bosom and her belly button, came over and began to stroke the boy's cock.
"Of course he wants to keep it," she said. "See what a nice one it is, how strong. And see how big it's getting, and so soon after!"
Ed could not prevent the physiological response from taking place, his dick was indeed getting bigger under Sister Beatrice's gentle, but ultimately evil inclined touch.
She began to pull it, gently at first, but Ed was afraid, and then harder, and his fears were realized. Sister Beatrice's long, slim fingers held onto his cock tightly, and she was pulling it hard, as if she was going to take it home with her for use at a more convenient opportunity.
Ed could no longer remain silent. The excruciating pain would not let him.
"No! No! Help! Oh! Please stop! Help!"
Sister Beatrice let go of his prick, and it sprang back to his body like a rubber band, and then fell limp, out of fear and pain.
"I'll let you keep that prick for a while," she said, laughing merrily. "Meanwhile, I'll let you see how we punish other boys who have been bad."
As she said this, the door opened, and Tony suddenly flew in, as if pushed from behind by an unseen hand. He fell face down on the red carpet in front of the Rector, who had just finished shooting his load into the cunt of young Dora. The Rector pushed Dora away from him, and she slid down his legs rather unceremoniously falling on her ass on the carpet, the come still oozing from between her thighs.
The door slammed behind Tony, and it sounded like the gate of Hell.
"Tony has been bad," Beatrice explained to Ed in a loud voice, "but not as bad as you. Remember that as you witness his punishment, for it will be nothing compared to yours."
For the next hour Ed was forced to watch as numerous indignities were practiced upon Tony's young body. Tony was not a particular friend of Ed's, but they were classmates and played ball together, and Ed hated to see the poor boy suffer so much. He also hated to think of what they had in store for him. And if these were not worries enough, he also had the recurring question of what horrors were being perpetrated upon the poor body of lovely Sister Anne.
Beatrice strapped a dildo onto her leather pants, opening them at the crotch and attaching the dildo right there, so that one end of it shoved its way into her cunt and against her clit, whenever she shoved the other end of it anywhere. This end she shoved into Tony's ass. The boy was stretched over a kind of cushioned rack, and held down by ropes, as Dora and Joan played with his cock and balls. Then Beatrice got up behind him, and after Dora greased the boy's ass, Beatrice began to shove the horrendous dildo right on up there, a place which was still quite virginal, and unused to the intrusion of large objects.
The sweat broke upon Tony's brow as pain contracted his whole body, and he began to tremble and feel that he was being split open. Blood flowed from his asshole as the dildo tore skin and pushed ruthlessly inside.
"This is delightful! Just delightful!" the Rector announced to anyone who cared to listen. Ed's stomach turned.
"No! Ahh!" Tony cried out, in torture.
But his pitiful cries only spurred Beatrice on all the more. It really turned her on to take the masculine role in a sexual scene, particularly when the sexual roles were reversed so that she was fucking a young boy, who had a prick, it was true, but also had smooth skin, like a girl, and as Tony was a blonde, his skin was quite smooth, and quite pale.
Even Dora and Joan, who had gotten used to all sorts of scenes of torture, were shivering with fright, and were full of pity for Tony, for as they sat at his feet and continually manipulated his cock, so that it remained at a constant state of intense excitement and engorgement, they could not fail to notice the look of horrible pain on his face. Still, they had their job to do, and they knew that if they failed to keep his prick standing tall as a church spire, then Tony's pain would be as nothing to that which the Rector would make them feel.
So they kept stroking his cock with their long, supple fingers, while the other played with his balls, and occasionally either Dora or Joan would suck his cock a little. But whenever it appeared that he might shoot his load of come, then they slapped his cock hard and suddenly with their open palms, so hurting him that the cock immediately got small and limp, and there was no danger of his coming. Then they started exciting his cock all over again, an endless round of provocation without gratification.
Meanwhile, the Mother Superior was kissing the Rector's ass. As he had finally gotten up energy enough to rise from his throne, he decided that there was no point in wasting it but, calling the Mother Superior to him, he leaned over, resting his elbows on the throne, while the Mother Superior went to work. It always gave her an intense inner feeling of satisfaction to suck or kiss the Rector's fat behind, for he was such a powerful presence, and one of the great men in her life, someone that she had really learned a lot about life from. So, as she sucked his ass and let her tongue delve deeply into his smelly asshole, she played with her own clitoris, reaching a feverish peak of excitement in very few minutes.
This position of leaning on the throne of course prevented the Rector from feasting his eyes on Tony's tortures, but as he had witnessed many such tortures, he knew that when he rejoined the action it would not be hard for him to follow the plot.
"Let him come! Let him come!" moaned Sister Beatrice, as she felt she herself was about to experience that ultimate release. The dildo had done its fine work in exciting her clit, and her whole body tingled with thrills.
Dora sucked the boy's cock as hard as she could, feeling it move about all over inside her warm mouth, feeling it get ready. Dora was quite practiced at this, at filling the will of Sister Beatrice, so just as Sister Beatrice shouted in passion and began to shake her body in the throes of passion, her two globes on her chest bouncing out past the leather jacket, nipples taut, her eyes wild, just then, young Tony too began to shoot his load, and it was an extra feeling of pleasure to Sister Beatrice to perceive the boy's body shaking with orgasm.
"Yesssssss!" she hissed, a long cry of pleasure.
With a deeply felt grunt, the Rector too began to shoot his load, for he had been pulling on his own cock while enjoying the exquisite feel of the Mother Superior's tongue dabbling into his ass. The come shot out and got all over the throne, while he jerked his hips with pleasure.
Instantly Joan was there, a moist rag in her hands, wiping the come off the plush velvet of the throne so that it would not leave any stains.
"So!" said Sister Beatrice in a harsh voice. "You have come!" Her eyes stared with disdain at the boy's still quivering post orgasmic cock. His face was pale white from pain.
"Tie him!" shouted the Rector.
Dora and Joan carried this out instantly, and he was tied facing the wall.
The Rector was now full of energy, and as he took down one of the long whips from the wall, he turned to Sister Beatrice and said, "Fetch the hot coals from the incense!" She instantly left through the door.
As the Rector's muscles tensed in preparation for swinging the whip, everybody who was not tied up immediately spread out, hugging the walls, for it was a long whip and they knew that the Rector was no expert at it, unlike the Father Confessor, who could hit a match at fifty paces.
He swung the whip in the air and it slapped brutally against Tony's back. The boy howled in pain. The Rector chuckled, highly pleased with his accuracy.
"Not bad, hey?" he questioned the room in general.
This time he faced Ed, and when the whip swung it slapped across the boy's stomach, leaving a bleeding red trail. Ed tried to hold in his scream, but the pain was too abrupt, and he howled like Tony.
Wild with pleasure now, the Rector alternated, hitting Tony and then Ed, missing sometimes and slapping the wall, chipping stone from it with the force of his blows, but lashing into their skin often enough to leave welts all over.
Both boys were crying from the intense pain, which was more than any grown man could have born, and were almost passed out. But the Rector took occasional rests, during which time Dora and Joan were forced to play with the boy's cocks and suck them until they stood high in the air, at which point the Rector returned to whipping them.
The other door opened and Brother Mark stumbled into the room, his face all bloody, looking a wreck.
"She's escaped!" he announced. "We've been looking for her, but can't find her. The Father is still doing that, but I think she's gone!"
"Nonsense!" the Rector shouted, too excited by his whipping the boys to pay much attention to Brother Mark's fears. "She's quite stupid and will never be able to find her way out of the labyrinth!"
Laughing wildly, the Rector lashed out and sent the whip flying across Brother Mark's face, which was tight where he aimed it. Delighted with his newly found, or perhaps, chance, prowess with the whip, the Rector laughed uproariously, but Brother Mark was furious.
"Hey! Cut that out!" he said, mad.
"You deserve far worse than that for letting Sister Anne escape," said the Mother Superior in the severe tone of voice which made many nuns quail.
"Ha ha! Ha ha!" laughed the Rector, as Tony passed out from too much pain.
The whip sung its song through the air and Ed felt it slap against his thighs, leaving a welt that he could no longer feel, for all of his nerve cells were numb, having short-circuited out from having to carry too many messages of pain. But he was still conscious, glaring at the Rector balefully and vowing vengeance.
The Mother Superior and Brother Mark had apparently made up, for when the Rector looked around he saw them locked in a feverish embrace of the 69 position, as each devoured the genitals of the other, accompanied by hoarse slurping noises and high pitched cries of passion.
"Very good!" the rector called out. But his whip arm was getting tired. "Where are those coals?" he asked of no one in particular.
Dora looked at Joan with fear in her eyes. "This is getting serious," Dora whispered. "What do you think they're going to do with the coals?"
"I don't know. I hate to think," Joan answered.
"Maybe we should do something, stop him or something."
"How?" Tears streamed down Joan's face, tears of helpless rage. "He'll kill us, and torture us first in ways that are even worse."
"What are you girls whispering about? You have work to do. Wake those boys up. Throw buckets of cold water in their faces." the Rector commanded, knowing that they would obey, for they were cowed by terror.
The girls fetched the buckets from the faucet and hurled them at Tony and Ed. The boys stared out sullenly.
"Go ahead," said the Rector, "suck them!"
The girls again bent to their duty, their sweet young mouths exciting the cocks of the poor boys. Tortured though they were, their pricks still responded as they were meant to do, a triumph of God's design for humanity.
"Good!" cried the Rector. "Very very good! Excellent!" His prick too was jumping excitedly in the air. The Mother Superior and Brother Mark both came in an orgy of pants and moans, and then they straightened up.
It was just at this moment that Sister Beatrice entered the room.
"Here are the hot coals," she announced.
"Good!" said the Rector, rubbing his hands together. "Pour them on their cocks!"
"No!" shouted Tony, as the thought of his cock sizzling to a frazzle, like a burnt steak, managed to make its way into his pain-fogged brain.
Dora shrieked. This was too much for her. Like a maniac she leaped upon the Rector, her fingernails coming out like claws to rake ruthlessly across the skin of his face. Blood poured out from the marks of her fingernails, and the Rector vainly tried to beat her away, but he could not, she was young and furious.
Taking her cue from her friend, Joan leaped upon Sister Beatrice, tackling her like a football player and throwing her to the ground. The hot coals went bouncing across the floor and hit Brother Mark's feet.
He howled in such pain that he was unable to intervene and save the Rector and Sister Beatrice from the attacks of these two formerly cowed girls, who had reached their limit of co operation.
Joan was mad, and she beat Sister Beatrice in the head with her small fists, that still packed a wallop because they were so motivated by righteous indignation.
But the Mother Superior grabbed her and hauled her off, hurling the girl's small body across the room. But Joan rose up, still fighting, and approached, slamming her fists into the Mother Superior's bosom, knocking her wind out.
Sister Beatrice grabbed her from behind, holding her tightly but Joan, undaunted, kicked out with her feet, raining blows into the Mother Superior's head, as the poor woman had collapsed into her knees.
Dora was biting the Rector, chewing on his neck, while her fists kept punching him in the chest and in the nose, and her knees came down brutally in his groin, causing him great pain. Brother Mark, surmounting the pain of his red burning toes, grabbed her from behind and hauled away.
By this time, too, Joan had been subdued by the Mother Superior and Sister Beatrice working together. Mad, they carried the girls across the room and tied them up.
The Rector was absolutely furious, his face red and pulsating. "You will suffer now! You will suffer! And you will die! But not before you suffer! These hairs!" he said, fingering Joan's pubic hair, which was only starting to grow in, "Each of these hairs will be pulled out! What pain that will cause you! And these tits!" he said, grabbing them in his hands, "They shall be cut off! Ha, ha, ha!"
Brother Mark stuck his finger into Dora's cunt and moved it around violently. "Hot pokers will go in here," he sneered at her.
Just then the door opened and Sister Anne raced in. "There they are, officers," she shouted, full of excitement, hoping that she had not gotten there too late.
"Jesus, Charlie, do you believe this?"
"Damn, Fred, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't of seen it!"
The two police officers rushed in, holding their nightsticks. The Rector and Brother Mark tried to flee out the back door, but a truncheon came down across the Rector's head, knocking him to the floor. Blood began to ooze from his skull. The horrible sight of the bloodied bodies of these chilren had taken away any tenderness or mercy that Officers Fred Toner or Charlie Blumler might ever have possessed. They were like avenging angels.
When Brother Mark saw the Rector get what was coming to him, he knelt on the ground, as if in prayer, and prepared to beg for mercy. But before he could open his mouth, a truncheon caught him in the face, and blood poured in gushers from his mouth, accompanied by numerous white teeth. He fell into a pool of his own blood.
Charlie chained up the Mother Superior and Sister Beatrice, and they moaned as the chains tightened around their flesh.
"When we're done with you, you'll be locked up for the rest of your lives!" Charlie said to them.
Meanwhile, Sister Anne loosened the chains which held the boys and girls chained. She went to the faucets and began to wash their wounds. There would be much work to do to fix them up, not just physically, but mentally and spiritually, but Sister Anne felt equal to the challenge. She had learned much of what could happen to people who tried to repress their sexual energies, how those energies could then come out in unspeakable cruelties. But the church had also taught her mercy, and to care for people, and to teach, and these skills would stand her in good stead now. She was a woman with a mission now, to save children from the cruel excesses of sadism and to return them to the normal world.