Chapter 3
"I'm Sister Angelique," she said, rushing forward to seek shelter in his strength.
Her dreaded fear of men did not include priests. They were immune to all earthly temptation, or at least that's what she'd been taught. Paul held her with one arm, cupped her chin in the other hand and tilted her pretty head back.
"No, you can't be. You're much too young and far too beautiful."
"But I am, look and see." She eased out of his grasp and pulled off her raincoat, quickly rearranging her hair and pulling the white-trimmed mantle of her crisp new black habit back in place.
"My God, I don't believe it!"
"Mother Superior gave me special tutoring so that I could leave the convent early and serve with you here at the mission," she said proudly.
"Special tutoring?" he repeated curiously.
Brannigan found a cassock in a closet by the altar and slipped it on-not because he suddenly felt more like a proper priest, but because he wanted something to hide the twisted length of his cock. It was fast swelling hard and climbing out of his undershorts.
"What kind of special tutoring?" he asked.
She told him very briefly what had happened to her, mostly about the devil lurking inside her and all that Mother Superior had done to free her from his influence.
Brannigan's grin grew wider with every word. "For all her effort, the Reverend Mother couldn't free you because she lacks the power to reach the devil where he lurks so deep inside. Only certain priests have been blessed with that ability."
It was hard for Brannigan to say it with a straight face, but he had rightly concluded that Angelique was in such an agitated state that she would believe almost anything that sounded even faintly religious.
"Luckily for you, I am one of that rare number entrusted with the key to your salvation."
"Oh, I would give anything to be rid of the evil influence."
"First you must prepare yourself. And the manner might seem strange to you at first," he warned.
"I'll do whatever it takes, just tell me."
"Remove your habit and stand naked in the eyes of God," he said calmly. "But-"
Brannigan hastened to explain, straining to keep his voice sounding priestly, making up the preposterous scenario as he went along.
"The devil will also see you naked and think that you've forsaken your vows. Then he will begin to emerge and be easier for me to get hold of."
Angelique's look was doubting, but she dutifully obeyed. She would never distrust the word of a priest. She stripped herself nude and carefully folded her habit over the altar rail.
Brannigan's mouth parched dry when he saw her unadorned curves trembling so expectantly. He swept his tongue around his lips.
"Now you must lie down on that table before the altar, on your back with eyes focused on heaven above."
Angelique's soft body quivered, but she did as she was told.
Paul Brannigan pulled four lengths of sleek black nylon rope from the inner pocket of his cassock. He knew he couldn't count on the girl accepting his line of crap much longer. He worked swiftly, chanting in Latin while binding her wrists and ankles to the legs of the table.
"Why must you tie me?" she asked in a fearful tone.
"This is to prevent you from following the devil when he leaves you," he said.
"But it hurts!"
"The ceremony cannot be effective without some pain," he said.
Angelique was prepared to accept even that. Hadn't she been brutally whipped on the cross as the price of repentance? She let him spread her arms and legs and bind them tightly to the four legs of the table.
A dozen girls before Angelique had suffered and bled for him in secret ceremonies. But none had been as tempting as this luscious little blonde. And the fact that she was a nun made her all the more appealing. Paul Brannigan had good reason to despise the church and reject its pompous piety.
He opened the front of his cassock and eased out nearly a foot of scarred prick so warped and twisted that it looked like a map line describing forty miles of bad road.
Angelique raised her head and gaped in awe, not realizing at first what the awful thing was. Brannigan anticipated the question.
"This is the key that will unlock heaven's gate for you," he said. "It will drive the devil out and set your mind at ease."
With that he stripped off his cassock and climbed up naked at the end of the table between her bound legs. Angelique began to scream. Mother Superior had warned her about men and some of the awful things they did.
"You're a priest! You can't do this to me!"
Brannigan bent over her on hands and knees. "Throughout the ages, some priests have done far worse I assure you."
He used his cock like a pry bar to part the soft lips of her blonde-fringed cunt. Angelique cringed and sobbed.
"I'm a virgin! An innocent bride of God!"
"What, no candles? No carrots?" Brannigan knew that few nuns were as pure and righteous as they pretended to be.
"Nothing!" she insisted. "There was only the big clit of Sister Bernice, but that went in no farther than you are now."
"Ah, yes, I've heard of Sister Bernice. What hell it must have been for her not being able to pop your cherry."
"Please don't break it," she moaned. "I'm promised to God!"
"Yes, you are ... and I'm one of his ordained emissaries here on earth. You won't have to wait for your reward in heaven, Angelique."
He pressed down harder with a grunt. He felt his gnarled cock strain, although it was fully hard and throbbing with vengeful lust.
Angelique screamed and tossed her head, not knowing which was worse, the pain or the fear, or the feeling of betrayal. She had successfully fought off a vicious street gang to protect her purity. Now a priest that she'd trusted blindly was about to claim it!
Brannigan read the look in her strickened blue eyes. He was a man of keen instincts and uncanny intuition.
"Let this be a lesson," he told her. "Trust only yourself and your own feelings."
He reared up and thrust down again only to have his throbbing cock stopped by her leathery tough seal. Tears watered from her wincing blue eyes and streamed down cheeks twisted in loathing. Then she managed a weak little grin when she realized her precious cherry had withstood his fearsome thrusting.
"It's a sign from God!" she cried. "You can't break my maidenhead."
"That's only a sign that he wants you to suffer more."
He arched above her helplessly bound figure and jarred her senses with a series of quick, hard-stabbing short thrusts. Angelique screamed in wide-eyed horror, but her stubborn cherry still would not yield.
She sobbed and trembled with each thrust of his jackhammering cock. Her cherry strained and began to weaken. Hot pain like sparks from exploding fireworks blazed in all directions from her cunt.
Angelique thought it must be the fires of hell. The devil was still inside her. She felt the dreaded contractions in a place that was to have remained ever pure and inviolate. The scent of her sleek pussy oils began to rise.
Brannigan felt the slick heat of drooling cunt honey flow around his bulbous cockhead. The rich but sweetly innocent aroma of virgin pussy made him slaver. He arched high and rammed down hard into her wet hole.
The blonde's eyes bulged in gaping shock. Her lush body tensed in restraint. Then a long, blood-curdling cry came loud from her taut lips. Her leathery virgin web had been softened by simmering in its own sweet juice and Brannigan's cock broke through it.
Angelique's shrill cry peaked and sank back into a mournful wail. She felt her treasured membrane split apart, then a stabbing sensation that wrenched her body and anguished her mind. She had been violated, cruelly torn, her body tarnished and made impure.
She shuddered in bleak despair. A priest had done the awful deed while she lay bound on the altar in the house of God. And Father Brannigan was leering down, licking his lips and looking smug like a cat who'd just swallowed a canary.
He could feel the sticky heat surrounding his cockshaft and smell the coppery scent of it mixed with the tang of her simmering musk. Her pussytube writhed with waves of revulsion, tantalizing him with her spasms of torment.
He drew back and felt her wringing cuntflesh twist and wrench, forced to conform to his deformed shaft. It came out of her golden-fleeced pussy smeared with streaks of virgin blood.
Angelique almost fainted when she saw that, and the hideous spoiler was sinking into her again, slowly this time. Brannigan wanted to savor the wonderful soft writhing of her innocent cunt. Every inch that entered was sheer delight for him and shuddering torture for the freshly ravaged young nun.
"You'll burn in hell for what you've done," she hissed.
"If so, you'll be there right beside me. You're no longer an innocent bride of God. You're a woman ... just a cunt to be fucked."
She groaned. His grotesquely misshapen cock was mauling her cunt, twisting and distorting the whole length of its soft channel.
Tears streamed from her fluttering blue eyes as never before. Brannigan grinned wickedly, drew back and drove in again. Her ruptured cherry burned with pain like an open wound. Angelique's heart raced.
Angelique gawked in horrified fascination every time he arched his muscular body above hers, exposing all but the head of his blood-smeared cockshaft for her to see between them. She shuddered, repulsed by the sight, but found she wasn't able to close her eyes.
Brannigan began to fuck faster, driving his ridged cock deep and twisting it like a corkscrew. She moaned and babbled religious bullshit that he was long past caring about.
"You're the first nun I've ever fucked," he said almost casually. "Not the first young virgin, but certainly the best."
"I detest you!" she snarled, weeping bitter tears.
"You won't in a little while," the priest assured her. "You'll learn to love my warped prick and beg for more."
"Never! A nun can be raped and still go to heaven."
"Not if she loves to fuck like you're going to," he said. "I can feel your cunt starting to respond already."
"That's not me, it's the devil inside."
"Bullshit!" he said with another lunging thrust. "That's just female blood and muscle in a place that no woman, not even a nun, can completely control."
He drilled and twisted his cock in again, thrilled by the seething frenzy of her sleek cunt. It clamped and slithered on his mangled cock with delightful contractions made fierce by her loathing.
Angelique's blue eyes widened, now drained of tears. She felt herself slipping, her mind giving way to that eerie sensation she'd been taught was the devil stirring inside.
His hot breath came in sharp gasps. He was tense with delight and strained by exertion. Brannigan had never fucked a more luscious beauty in his whole life, never felt a more agonized little pussy try so desperately to conform itself to his gnarled prick.
He pumped so hard and fast that his hairy groin slapped down on her padded Venus mound with a noise like a cracking whip. Angelique closed her eyes and took the pain.
"God will forgive me," she murmured, clamping her eyes and clenching her teeth, straining to stop the spread of pleasure she knew was a sin.
"For welcoming the devil inside you?" Brannigan questioned with a doubting grin.
"You promised to drive him out!" she cried.
"And I will," he answered smugly. "You'll soon feel heavenly bliss where he lurked before."
If Brannigan hadn't been fucking her so hard he would have laughed out loud. If she wanted to make getting her cunt ripped a religious experience, it was all right with him.
Angelique's pussy was starting to boil. The tortuous friction of his warped cock became intense. Her nerves cringed in places never touched before. She began to gasp as the thrilling sharp sensations spread.
Even fingers and toes numbed by the tightly knotted cords began to tingle again. Her pillowy tits heaved and her pink budding nipples swelled hard. Brannigan bowed his head and sucked first one then the other, lapping and swirling with his hungry tongue. He wasn't as deft or as gentle as Mother Superior had been. The man attacked with wolfish hunger.
Angelique responded sharply. Her back arched and her shoulders bowed. She thrust more tit up than he could swallow. The girl had forgotten the pain of her mauling on the street. Her tits were full and throbbing with desire.
Her pussy began to steam and squirm with sultry waves of motion, sleek taut ripples that tried to climb his spearing cock. The thrilling heat of passion blanked her mind. Angelique bobbed her hips and met his driving thrusts, grunting and moaning depraved sounds of animal delight.
No fear of hell could stop her now. Her climax had begun. Brannigan felt the rapid, wringing contractions come faster. He rasped deep sounds of delight. Pressure in his balls was mounting. They swayed in a hairy sac of flesh and slapped the creamy cheeks of her ass when his cock drove in.
A ridge of bone at the root of his cock slammed on her clit. He jarred the tender bud of nerves with his hammering groin and Angelique felt wracking shocks of pleasure. Her eyes widened and filled with a dazed look. All the sensations of sex were much stronger than before. She forgot shame and raged with joy, sucking in a long breath in anticipation of paralyzing delight.
This climax didn't just burst upon her dazzled mind, it exploded with shuddering force. Thrilling shocks strained every nerve. She tensed and screamed.
Brannigan gave a deep grunt and buried his cock in her just as it let go a thick shot of scalding hot cum. Angelique felt it burn deep, gushing into depths that even his cock couldn't reach. She shivered in ecstasy, driven wild by the rapid spurts.
like a tide of liquid fire, it rose in her tight channel. Slick cum glossed his driving cock and soothed the tattered edges of her torn cherry. And still there was more creamy goo coming.
It bubbled and simmered, stirred by his plunging cock. The white cream was whipped like hot lather. It filled the strained mouth of her pussy and clung to its soft lips. Brannigan kept pumping, fucking the luscious young blonde overfull. His cum sheened in her golden pussycurls, mixed with red virgin blood so that it turned pink.
Angelique couldn't stop screaming. The spasms of eerie delight touched every muscle and nerve. Finally her senses snapped under the strain. She gasped and gurgled a weary moan, slumping flat on the altar table where she was bound.
Father Brannigan thrust and fired his last shot, feeling his cock quiver long after it was gone. They both struggled to regain their breath. Delightful aftershocks still twitched their weary nerves. Then Angelique felt a warm glow of satisfaction stronger than anything she'd ever known.
"You did it," she said weakly. "The devil is gone. I can feel only bliss."
"Even though you've sinned and lost your purity?" he asked wryly.
She murmured, "Yes, even though-" Then the shocking realization hit her. "Oooh, my God!" She began to weep.
Brannigan pulled out of her quivering cunt as it began to cool. He slid off the table and walked around to the end where her head was bound. Angelique was still sobbing.
All she could think was that her whole life as a nun had been ruined. And the priest who did it was walking naked around the table, smiling down at her. His hideous long prick dripped virgin blood from her ravaged cherry.
He stood smiling and staring at her grief-strickened face. Her torment was his greatest pleasure. Ever since that young blonde bitch Maria lied and had him sent to the monastery, Paul Brannigan lid been plotting his revenge.
His hand reached under the table and tripped a lever. A folding leaf that supported Angelique's head suddenly dropped. She breathed a startled gasp as her neck strained and her head fell back. Silky blonde hair slid off the table and streamed down to touch the floor.
Brannigan worked another lever under the table and the end to which her feet had been bound began to rise. He grinned, thinking of all the trouble he'd had preparing his special altar of pain and humiliation. It seemed worth it now.
Angelique watched her feet rise a yard higher than her head. Being sharply tilted put extra strain on the cords he'd bound so tightly around her ankles! Blood rushed to her head and made her temples throb.
"Wha-what are you going to do?"
"Seek out the devil in other places," he said blandly.
"Where?"
"Just keep your mouth open. You'll see." Brannigan came around to the head of the table and stood between her wide-spread arms. His cum-glossed, blood-dripping cock loomed right above her face.
"N-n-no!" she stammered.
His deformed muscle of lewd flesh was throbbing again with new vigor. He pressed the knobbed head to her lips.
She groaned, scowling and tossing her head. The salt-copper sweet taste of blood was still on her lips and chilling fear raged in her heart.
Brannigan bent over and found her mouth with his wet cock again. She clenched her teeth and groaned sounds of disgust. He poked and prodded, bending lower so that he could kiss the blonde-furred lips of her cunt.
Angelique cringed and squirmed, wanting desperately to scream but too fearful of his prodding cock to open her mouth. Being tilted sharply head-down had slowed the flow of blood from her torn cherry, but Brannigan could still taste it on her puffy cunt lips.
He lapped and sucked and burrowed in with a hungry tongue. Angelique felt shivers of vile disgust. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to do such a thing, especially not a priest at the altar in his own church!
Brannigan had long ago acquired a taste for freshly fucked virgin cunt. But he liked it only when his victim's feet were elevated so that everything in her would not come gushing out in his face all at once.
He liked probing with his sinewy tongue, lapping and sucking. Angelique heard the wet gurgling noises he made and shuddered at thoughts of his depravity.
The priest's mouth was not tender and clever as Mother Superior's had been. His tongue was stronger and more demanding. It lashed her clit and fired another violent urge to scream, but his hideous cock was still pressed on her lips.
Each breath she took filled her lungs with a rank scent. The taste would be even worse she was sure. He spread his mouth wide and engulfed her entire cuntslit, applying strong suction.
Angelique groaned through tightly clenched teeth, feeling that he might suck her wincing blue eyes back deep in her skull. Then he lapped and slurped her tangy little cunt gash once again. He nibbled and tongue-lashed her clit bud, focusing all his lewd stimulation on that until the anguished young nun just had to scream.
Her stubborn lips parted and his waiting cock plunged in, throttling off her tortured wail. Angelique sputtered and gagged on his foul hunk of hot cockmeat. It throbbed in her mouth and made her tongue recoil.
Angelique wanted to die rather than suffer more degradation. She prayed fervently to God for release from torment. That prayer seemed to have been answered when Father Brannigan pushed his gnarled big cock so deep in her throat that she could no longer breathe.