Chapter 9
Sister Mary's intercom buzzed. She turned on her lamp and spoke into the small box on the wall. "Yes, what is it?"
"Hello Sister Mary. This is Sister Francis. Can you hear those vulgar men outside?"
"No, no. I can't. What are they saying?"
"Oh dear, I won't say. Anyway, you've got a visitor out here. A blind man."
"Really?" Sister Mary did not know any blind men. "What time is it? Is it still visiting hours?"
"Oh yes. It's not quite ten."
"Really? I guess I've been so very busy today, that it seems longer than it actually is. What's the man's name? I'm afraid I don't know any blind men."
"He won't say, but he said he wrote you a note today and that you are expecting him. By the way, you had another visitor today. A handsome and distinguished looking gentleman who said he's been to see you at school, but you weren't there, so he dropped by your room and said you weren't home then either."
"Oh? I was out meditating in the garden before dinner. Send him in, Sister."
So. Here he was. The real writer of the note. She'd been through a lot that day. She hoped she had enough energy to get through this ordeal. It was too bad. Sister Francis said he was a handsome and distinguished gentleman and she had already wasted her energy minutes ago on a filthy, dirty old man. She put on her robe and covered her hair with her nun's hair piece.
A knock came at the door. The "blind" gentleman entered, wearing dark glasses. He was led by a large, almost ferocious looking German shepard on a harness. Sister Mary admired the touch of grey around his sideburns and along the sidewalls of his hair. His handsomely tanned features reminded her strongly of someone she knew, but she didn't know who.
"Hello," said the voice in a low whisper.
"Hello," said Sister Mary intrigued by her visitor. "You're lucky you were allowed in here. When ever any of the sisters have male visitors, we're supposed to meet them in the common room."
"Oh, I guess they figured nothing too sexual could happen since I'm playing I'm blind."
The man took off his glasses.
Sister Mary looked at him and felt a punch in her stomach. "Daddy!"
"Noreen! How're you honey? Your still beautiful."
"And you've gotten even handsomer!"
The two of them gave each other a non-sexual hug, but as their bodies were pressed tight into each other, Sister Mary felt her father's boner sitting up between his crotch. The nun lowered her hands to his ass and gave it a squeeze. A new rush of horniness was rushing through her.
"You know, little girl, I went to see you in your classroom this afternoon, thinking we could have a nice adult conversation and forget all those things of the past, but my, my. You haven't changed a bit."
"Oh, Daddy. I tried to forget all about sex. For years I had only very light thoughts about it, but it started up again. A big rushing tidal wave of horny feelings at looking at trim masculine asses and wanting to feel their horny hands on my tits and their cocks stirring hard and heavy in my sexual stew, just overwhelmed me. I guess I could never really stop."
"But baby-doll. What about the sisterhood? How can you still be a nun and go on this way? You've got to put all of this aside. Your supposed to be married to Jesus. Your supposed to be fucking Jesus, and emulating his holy mother, the Virgin Mary."
"I don't know, Dad. I love being a servant of God. And I love working with the schoolchildren...."
"I'll bet you do. Especially hot, hung ones with changed voices and fuzzy faces. Ones that...."
"Oh Daddy," she said, trailing her finger down his tie, past his suit jacket and across his cock, trying to break out.
"I suppose I've got to make a decision. But, I've got a lot of time. And I certainly don't have to make it tonight."
"You sure don't," he said, gripping her by her soft shoulders. He ripped the cloth off of her head and flung her robe off. His greedy hand slid all over her warm, sensuous curves, as he squeezed his bulging cock with his other hand, adjusting it for comfort.
He liberated his dick with a quick pull of his zipper and Noreen engulfed the bottom of it with her anxious palm. He brought his hand behind her neck and pressed his mouth to her. He forced his tongue into his daughters mouth, prying her teeth apart. He found her tongue and greedily sucked on it, while his hand worked her plush, firm ass.
Between heated breath he said, "Noreen, I'm awfully sorry about all that terrible shit that happened when you were thirteen. All that stuff that led to your mother's and mine divorce and all that humiliation you received."
"It's alright, Daddy."
"No it's not," he said. "It was terrible. I cried each time I read one of your letters from that orphanage. You were so lonely and so guilty. Your mother and I really fucked you up. Me more than her. I didn't know you were still really a virgin. Not that if you weren't it was an invitation anyway."
"Don't talk about it, Pop. It's okay," she said, almost through tears.
"No. It was wrong. It made you become a nun. You could be out doing naturally what you want to do. This is a liberated age when young women your age get to choose who to fuck as much as a man does. You wouldn't have felt guilty enough to join the nunnery. You could be out looking for a husband to take care of your needs every night."
"Please. Don't talk about it anymore. Just fuck me."
"Just fuck you?!"
Gilbert Burns' face turned red with rage.
"Just fuck you?" He threw his daughter to the ground.
"Alright. I'll fuck you," he said. Noreen saw in his face the same look as when he was outraged ten years ago and screwed the virginity out of her.
The dog he had brought with him sniffed around Sister Mary's twat. It was a large German Shepard. He looked up at his master and gently licked the bottom of his balls.
"You're still a pig, little girl," he said through clenched teeth.
"Daddy, stop talking like that. It's all from some sickness, some suppressed sexual ambiguity that forces you into this brutal behavior. Stop hurting me!"
"So I'm sick am I? Sick? I'll show you how sick I can be."
Gilbert slapped the nun's face. He slapped her again and then he thrust his angry foot into her naked belly. Picking his tie up off of the floor, he brutally grabbed her hands and tied burning knots along her wrists. With the remaining length, he grabbed her feet and bound them as well until her feet and hands were all massed together. Taking his handkerchief from his suit pocket, he stuffed it inside Sister Mary's mouth. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her panicked face was white and horrified and her eyes seemed to be yelling in horror.
"I'm going to give it to you right," he said, his voice taking on a shadowy hiss. "I'm going to punish you like I've never done before."
He danced an evil dance around her, his cock bobbing around between his loins. Gilbert leaned his ass against her face and spread his cheeks. He let the wide flaps of his buttocks close around her face. He decided to fuck her a little to get things going. Getting on his knees, he pushed his dick in and humped against her. Sister Mary could not enjoy it knowing her father had something terrible and sadistic in mind. He threw her over to land on the knot behind her and began fucking her while rolling her around the rug. The nun writhed as her contorted body sought a comfortable position, but her father continued to fuck her and contort her so she could only accommodate his gouging tool. He pulled out of her and threw her onto her bed. Her constantly exposed pussy in her constricted position lay out like a piece of scrub on the desert floor. Her father got at the end of the bed and began licking out her pussy. The nun relaxed a little under his furious lick-job.
Suddenly Gilbert bit into her pussy lips like an apple. Sister Mary tried to scream and almost gagged on the handkerchief. Tears of pain rolled down her cheeks as her father's teeth bit hard into her pussy flesh.
"Do you like it Noreen? Do you like my teeth cutting into your beautiful Catholic pussy?"
Noreen violently shook her head no. No. She was in pain.
His biting was going all over her now. He was biting the bottom of her ass, biting the soft folds of the inside of her thighs, all the way down to her kneecaps. He bit all the way up again and back onto her pussy. And then he delved his mouth all around her pussy to take a little nibble at her clit. Noreen violently shook on the bed.
And still his biting continued. He bit all over her belly, leaving a curve of teeth marks shaped like a daisy around her navel. And then he got his incisor into her navel and bit the small ring around it. His toothy onslaught trailed up to her tits and he bit hard into their ample plushness. He sank them hard into her tits and then gave little painful bites around her nipples. Going up to her neck, he bit her vampire style, giving her little welts that drew blood.
And then he fucked her some more. Wrapping around her tight, balled up body his pecker sl-edged away at her while she waited for his next sadistic onslaught. He walked around the room after he came, in search of something to shove up her ass. He went through all her drawers, taking her habits, underwear and the few street clothes she had and throwing them around the room. The excited dog paced around, his long pink tongue hanging out of his mouth, following his master.
At the bottom drawer of her chest, he found her dildo and sexual devices collection. He laughed, throwing his head back.
"Some nun you are," he said. "Some frigging nun! You've got enough dildos in there to turn on your whole convent."
Burns took the french tickler and put it on his cock that was beginning to rise again. He found her long eight inch vibrator and turned it on and ran it down his face, chest, his ass and his cock. And then he sat down in front of his daughter's eyes and rolled over on his back. His buttocks was distended, revealing his asshole. He tried shoving the vibrator up into his anal cavity, but he couldn't. It was too dry and painful. He took the vibrator and shoved it in and out of his daughter's pussy to coat it with her sexual fluids.
When the vibrator was wet with her salty cunt-goo, he rolled back over with his legs up in the air and slowly worked the dildo up into his ass. He stroked his hard-on a few times and then walked around the room with the butt of the vibrator hanging out of his ass. He continued to look through her drawer and found her bin-wah balls.
"You've just got a little sexual arsenal in here, don't you?" he said. He took the balls and shoved them all the way inside her cunt, not even leaving one of them outside. He took one of her long, flesh colored, penis shaped dildos and shoved it in her cunt, and then he picked up her favorite dildo, the inverted one she could wear under her habit that turned her on by merely walking.
"Let's see now. How does this work?"
Gilbert examined it with an inquisitive look on his face.
"Most of these things are for dikes like your mother so she can fuck her girl friends. This one's different somehow ... Oh, I do see it now. This is one you shove up yourself and strap behind you! You must have some dealer at your book store. Why, this even has a little gizmo on top of it so you can pump yourself."
Gilbert pushed the other dildo fully inside of her. He unbound her tied legs and pulled the inverted dildo over her legs and began binding the dildo's strap. With her cunt loaded with the plastic dildo and the bin-wah balls, the newest addition pressed the other objects painfully into her uterine walls. He pulled the strap tight into her flesh, with the wrinkles of her ass being pulled by the tightness of the leather. She stated her pain in muffled cries through the handkerchief.
He fished her enema out of the drawer and held its long tube up like a snake. He cackled from his next sadistic thought.
"Looks like we can have some real fun with this darling. Why this little bag here on the end looks like it can fill you up with at least a quart of water every time I squirt it into your little nun's asshole."
Noreen thought about running out, but realized how strange she would look. She couldn't imagine how horrible it would look for people to see her running down the corridor with a dildo in her cunt, teeth marks all over her body and a handkerchief stuffed into her mouth. And what if they should find out she was receiving this severe treatment from no one but her own father. She was beginning to remember why she had joined the nunnery. It was to forget all the sick, sadistic things associated with this kind of neurotic sexual behavior. Her father lifted her off the bed and dropped her to the floor. His dog was excitedly waving its tail and walked over to sniff Sister Mary. He lifted her again and dropped her, hard on her back. The third time he lifted her and dropped her into the hard enameled surface of her bathtub. He left her to get his shirt which he tied around her face so she couldn't see.
Taking the enema bag, he waited by the sink turning on the cold water, and waiting for it to get as cold as possible. He filled the bag up all the way and jerked his daughter's legs over the bathtub. He looked at her pink, gummy cunt flesh wrapped around the inverted dildo and stuck his dry finger up her wrinkled asshole. Taking the tube nozzle, he shoved it in her anus, pushing the hard plastic piece deep into her rectum, pushing it farther in with the rubber hose. He lifted the hard, cold water bag up into the air. It's chilly impact bit into the nun's colon with its frosty stimulation. When he had filled her up, he yanked the nozzle out of her, sending a jolt of pain through her innards.
Standing by the sink, he waited for the hot water to get scalding. He decided he'd rather fill her up with hot water and as it ran, he slid his daughter's butt onto the floor of the bathtub. Taking his middle finger, he shoved it up her rectum and pulled up until there was a hole between his finger and her sphincter, allowing the cold water to trickle out of her. Her head was under the bathtub so he turned the faucet on, soaking the shirt that bound her head and the handkerchief trailed a trickle of water down her throat that she coughed on.
Her father was now filling the enema with steaming water, hot water he hesitated to keep his hand under. He stuffed the nozzle down her colon again and lifted the bag, sending a heated, painful gush of water into her burning anal tube. In silent agony, Sister Mary writhed, her buttocks bouncing back and forth over the bathtub ledge. Gilbert returned to the faucet, continuing to fill her. He didn't know how much she could take, but he was going to find out. He had already filled her eight times. Each time the bag emptied inside her, it turned him on and his dick would get a shot of blood to keep his erection very long and stiff.
Eight more fillings later, he decided she could accept more. He hoped to see it coming out of her mouth. Sister Mary's stomach was bloated. She looked six months pregnant and was feeling tremendous pain as her skin was stretched. All she could do was be passive and try not to concentrate on her pain. Her father filled her some more, but the water had pretty much flooded her and her colon was filled. He was getting bored and was anxious to just do some more fucking of her.
He stepped into the bathtub with her and shut the drain. He turned on the water and stepped into the bathtub. He slipped behind his daughter, and adjusted her so he could sodomise her water filled ass. He tried to poke into her, but the water had made her anus tight and taken away the soft, quality that her mucus membranes provided. Searching for a lubricant, he grabbed her stick of lip balm. Twisting the bottom of it up, he took the stick and rubbed the waxy substance all over his hands. With his hands all waxy, he smeared his cock with the substance and covered her asshole with it. Grabbing her pelvic bones, he pulled her ass back against his dick and pierced her watery cave. He began to savagely fuck her with the sound of water inside her sloshing around. As he fucked her, some of the water began to trickle out of her. The warm fluid flowed down their thighs and across her ass and dripped off of his dick when he pulled back. The more and more he fucked her the more water came gushing out, turned a light color brown. His mighty battleship felt hard and good as it cut through her watery path. The bathtub of water was whooshing around them. The wet cloth was hanging off of the nun's face. Gilbert Burns was taken with the sound of the water splashing around him, his hard-on sunk deep into his daughter, and the beauty of her dangling tits, bobbing beneath her cloth covered face. He was close to coming and he pushed the inverted dildo in and out of her as his own frantic thrusts increased. Sister Mary was starting to feel relieved as the bursting water was released from her with each dickthrust, but she was still hurting with all of the parephernalia being agitated in her cunt. She was thinking her only orifices not filled were her ears and nostrils. And then she felt a warm, sandy tongue lapping her body. It licked the damp cloth on her face. It was the German Shepard. Her father had come, but he left his limp dick in to plug up her ass. When he pulled out of her, her tired and stretched asshole gushed a long thick stream of water out of her. The glob of Gilbert's come had jetted out and floated on the bath water.
"I came, Noreen," he said. "I came. I hope you liked it. Did you come?"
The young woman shook her head no.
"You didn't? After that wonderful enema? With your cunt filled up with three cock substitutes? With your mighty, virile father fucking you hard in your watery ass? Well, well. I'm just going to have to do something about that. It'll be at least a half hour before I can get hard again, but I think we can work something out."
The dog was happily wagging it's tail at all of the excitement, throwing an occasional bark into the air. Gilbert stepped out of the bathtub and looked down at the nun, her beautiful ass sticking out with a rush of bath water filling the tub. He turned the faucets off and let the water drain.
"Come here, Houston," he said to the dog. "How're you doing?"
Burns petted the dog as it licked his face. He took the harnass off of it and began rubbing the underside of him. Taking the cue, the German Shepard rolled over on his back on the bathroom floor. He stroked his thick fur all over and then reached down to feel the dog's penis. He plyed the grey flesh around it and the dog relaxed to feel it. Getting aroused, his pink shaft began bursting through. Gilbert continued to masturbate the dog until it gave a little yelp of excitement.
"Okay, Houston, you horny son-of-a-bitch. I believe in sharing with the animals."
Gilbert lifted the frenzied dog into the bathtub and over his daughter's rump.
Sister Mary felt the hard tacks of his paws digging into her sides. His fur clung to her wet skin and she felt a very hot, slippery rod beating on the surface of her butt. The wetness of the dog covered her anus. Soon, the dogs pink cock was pumping in and out of her asshole. His tail was wagging like a flag in the breeze, as he dug his claws hard into her skin, pumping her ass. Sister Mary began feeling oblivious to any type of sexual stimulation. She was an agonised, wrecked heap that became immune to sexual pain and pleasure.
The father left his daughter in the bathtub, dryed his hair and body with her towel, and redressed. He slipped the harnass back onto the dog, put his dark glasses on and left the room.
Sister Mary rested in the bathtub trying to resume. She worked her wrists bound with the soaked silk ties for over fifteen minutes before she got her hands free. She removed the soggy shirt tied around her head, her father's shirt, and wondered what he was wearing under his suit jacket.
"He's a pig," she said to herself. "A terrible, brutal pig."
The nun was aching all over. Her anus was raw and smarting from shitting out all of the water. Her cunt was still aching because of all the dildos. She removed the sopping leather straps from her inverted dildo, and slowly pulled it out. She eased out the long plastic dildo, and tried to pull the deeply buried bin-wah balls from out of herself. Their heavy metal balls bounced inside of her, and with some discomfort, she pulled them out of herself. She wanted nothing to do with her vagina for a long, long time. It had been through quite a bit that night.
She took another shower, her last for the evening, getting all of the shitty water off of her, and generally trying to establish a sense of a clean body as well as a clean self image. She was also sick of water.
After she toweled off, she opened the window a little to bring in a cool drying breeze. She soaked the moisture out of her hair with a towel, and then brushed it with a hundred strokes. She admired her beauty in the small mirror she had and fell into a deep depression. She could not decide between the nunnery and a secular life that would cater to her beauty and her sexual needs. She felt as if she had no one in the world, not even God or Jesus. Somehow they were failing her. She swore off sex in the hopes that the satisfaction she received through her pious behavior previous to her use of the dildo and preoccupation with sex would return. She knelt before her bed saying her Hail Mary's without her rosary, because it was in a bloody pile on the floor from when she'd been fucked by Howard Blatchford. She climbed into her bed after asking God's forgiveness and fell asleep. The following morning she awoke refreshed, forgiven, and ready to resume her quiet, devoted lifestyle.