Chapter 5
Monk sucked the coppery sweet blood from her nipples until he'd had his fill. He raised his head and slowly circled a red-stained tongue to wipe his lips.
"Bend her over the altar rail," he ordered his henchman. "Spread her legs nice and wide for the padre, then bind her wrists and ankles together."
Angelique screamed. "Stop it! Let me go!" But they all just laughed and dragged her backwards toward the middle of the church, then forward to the altar rail.
Father Brannigan watched with considerably more interest, wetting his lips with anxious swipes of his tongue.
She heaved wracking sobs and muttered sounds of protest, but was bent over the waist-high wooden railing-legs on one side, arms on the other. They spread her legs so wide that it pained her broken cherry and bound her ankles to a pair of the turned wooden posts supporting the rail.
When they had the struggling, sobbing nun securely bound, Monk stepped forward and yanked off the black mantle that covered her head and her glorious mane of long golden hair. Blonde tresses spilled on the floor, sleek and soft as the mink at the back of the church.
Angelique could see the splendid furs and flashing diamonds upside down, staring between her spread and bound legs. She felt a twinge of envy along with the discomfort of being cruelly bound. Never in her life had she seen anything so luxurious. She longed to circle her neck, wrists and fingers with flashing jewels and swaddle her lush body in elegant fur.
To crave material things was almost as sinful as lust in the eyes of the Holy Order, but Angelique was intensely curious about all the pleasures of life she'd been denied while living in the convent. Perhaps, she thought, I wasn't meant to be a nun. I am unworthy. I deserve punishment and must repent for having failed the church.
Monk slowly unbuckled his belt. Angelique saw that upside-down too. He was standing directly behind her. Father Brannigan came forward then and clamped a strong hand on the youthful gang leader's shoulder.
"Keep your pants on, Monk. Her ripe young ass belongs to me!"
"I know, Padre. I'm just taking off my belt. You won't mind if I whip her butt and get it hot for you?"
"No, I won't mind at all."
Brannigan understood the gang leader's need to punish Angelique for humiliating him. Their strange and unholy alliance was based on mutual understanding.
Monk stripped a broad black leather belt from the loops of his grimy jeans and whirled it overhead. Angelique heard the familiar hiss of a skin-smarting lash about to strike and winced in anticipation of fiery pain.
"Flip up the back of her habit," Monk said to Sheila. "I want to see her luscious cheeks bare."
The sultry redhead did as she was told. Angelique's gorgeous ass quivered, naked and fully exposed. Brannigan's long twisted cock began to swell again when he saw the dark puckered lips hidden between creamy domes of soft ass-flesh.
Monk's powerful right arm arched back and came forward in a blur. Black leather hissed high overhead, curling behind him, then rushing forward with all the speed of a striking rattlesnake.
The broad black band blazed a welt on Angelique's left ass cheek and halfway up her back. She howled a scream of pain and wrenched her bound wrists and ankles. Tightly knotted nylon cord chafed skin not long healed after her ordeal bound to the cross.
Hissing leather struck on the right side next time. Two stinging red welts ran up her back. Angelique wailed another anguished cry, wondering how much torment she could endure. She clenched her teeth and prayed for strength to endure her punishment.
Proper nuns were supposed to be impassive, immune to the temptations of pleasure and unafraid of pain. Many in the long history of religion had martyred themselves for the glory of the church. Angelique was determined to join them in suffering and perhaps find salvation by atoning for her sins.
Monk swung the belt sidearm and lashed it across the soft cleft between her ass cheeks. Then he hurled the strap overhead again and cracked it like a whip so that just the curled tip stung the clenched dark lips of her ass.
That sparked pain like a hot nail driven through her and into the altar rail. She twisted and screamed in despair. The tight tube of her ass pulsed with throbbing pain. Her heart beat wildly and thundered blood into her skull.
A giddy feeling came over her. Angelique felt dizzy, light-headed and confused. Tiny red drops of blood emerged on her nipple tips.
Monk aimed low between her legs and whipped one pretty tit then the other. Twin jolts of pain blazed in her chest. Angelique gasped, her face a knot of writhing torment.
Brannigan watched with his gnarled cock throbbing. Had it been the lying bitch Maria who ruined his life, he'd have lashed harder and faster than Monk struck at the nun. The two each had a hunger for retribution.
Monk grinned and passed the belt to Sheila. "Give her a few good whacks for breaking your guy's arm," he said.
The belt hissed in a wild flurry, six sharp stinging blows that left Angelique wrung out and too shocked with pain to do more than babble.
She twisted and squirmed, grinding the soft petal lips of her cunt on the smoothly rounded surface of the alter rail. There was no handy nub of wood to stimulate her clit and bring blessed relief as she'd found when she'd been bound to the cross. She had to buck and pump her hips, mauling the soft slit of her cunt to feel even a tingle of pleasure to offset the fiery spread of pain.
"Now give Connie a shot," Monk said. "Her guy got the sharp end of a broken shovel handle shoved halfway through his thigh. Show her what that must have felt like."
The brassy blonde took a belt that was hot from lashing soft flesh and swept it back and forth, making it hiss and snap only inches from Angelique's bared thighs.
"Be glad I like the padre," Connie said, "or I'd turn your crotch into dog meat!"
She flailed the lash sidearm, back and forth across Angelique's thighs just below the ripe hump of her ass. The nun felt simmering heat in her cunt and writhing contortions of motion in her ass.
Brannigan was stripping off his cassock, baring his twisted cock before the gang members with no sign of modesty. They had all watched him sacrifice screaming young virgins before-mostly proper young girls from well-to-do families moving into the expensive waterfront condominiums being built just down the shore.
Construction of each new luxury complex meant first the destruction of tenements and flophouse hotels that housed the wretchedly poor. They crowded closer together in a slum surrounded by splendor. Satan's Slaves fought against it the only way they knew how-by robbing and ravaging the people who dared to intrude upon their domain.
Brannigan joined in their sadistic delights because those with money enough to help his rundown waterfront mission gave their contributions to the grand cathedral downtown. He'd become a confirmed lecher in exile, but was not insensitive to the needs of his poor parishioners.
He took pleasure as his just reward for having been sent to suffer along with the downtrodden. But never had the wayward priest anticipated cruel delight more than now as he stared longingly at Angelique's tender whipped ass.
Her golden-haired cunt had been whipped into a frenzy. It seeped damp warmth. Blood from her ruptured cherry ran down her thighs. The heady scent made his nostrils flare and his cock ache.
Angelique had been three ways a virgin when she first rattled the door of his waterfront mission. Now he was about to claim her last untried orifice of pleasure.
Brannigan nodded for Connie to step aside. He approached the tender young ass bound over the altar rail and had to steady his bounding cock with a strong hand.
He wet the bulbous scarred knob in her dripping honey and raised some of the sleek flow to wet the rim of her ass. Angelique shivered and moaned, thankful the whipping had stopped, but dreading the sparking tingles that made her ass squirm.
She remembered the heat, the power and the warped length of his long shaft. It shattered her cherry and demolished her precious purity. It degraded her further by plunging down her throat while still wet with cum and the red stains of her ever-lasting shame.
Now he was massaging the tightly clenched mouth of her ass with that awful thing, wetting the tightly clenched lips of puckered flesh with tantalizing strokes that swept around the rim and slowly bored in.
Her lush body quaked, nerves still taut as twanging banjo strings. The spreading force of his cockhead was a new and unknown kind of agony.
Brannigan chuckled. "There is still some of the devil inside you. He must fear my big cock because I can feel him squirm and clench your ass tight."
Monk and the other Satan's Slaves watching all sniggered. "Yes, that's the devil you feel writhing inside you!"
Angelique had been whipped almost senseless.
She no longer knew what to believe. Her emotions took control. The young nun had learned that from pleasure comes pain, and from pain comes pleasure stronger than before.
She gasped back anguished sobs and blinked away tears of remorse.
"Drive the devil out of me," she begged. "Oh, please ... dear God, through your powerful priest ... let me know the bliss of relief!"
Her voice shrilled into a squeal. The bulbous knob of Brannigan's big cock had entered her ass. Angelique's ass-hole strained to accommodate its enormous girth, then clamped on the hard, twisted shaft.
"Don't be so gentle!" Monk said. "Ram it all in! I want to hear her scream."
"It's better if she suffers slowly, inch by inch," the priest said.
Angelique moaned pathetically through gritted teeth. Tears watered her blinking blue eyes and streamed down her cheeks. His gnarled cockshaft twisted and distorted the sleek tube of her ass, forcing the narrow channel to conform itself to his warped length.
The tortured contractions she felt inside echoed in her cunt. This narrow passage was much smaller and more tender to pain and pulsing heat. She could feel each surging beat of the priest's lewd prick echoed inside her ass.
He bored into her with annoying slowness, prolonging the strain and torment of each twisted inch of cock. Angelique gasped and clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. She wouldn't give Brannigan or those watching him that extra pleasure.
The sleek dark hollow of her ass clenched the same way, rippling on his gnarled prick with exquisite tension. Brannigan dipped his hands down between her bound legs and collected more seeping fuck honey with cupped fingers. He smeared that on the lump-ridged pole not yet beside her. The wringing tension and taut friction of her ass would scald the hide right off his cock without lubrication.
Angelique breathed a thankful sigh when the next inch slipped in with less resistance. But her eyes bulged and her stomach wrenched. The huge stiff cock was already deep inside and she knew that wasn't all of it.
"Fuck her, Padre! Ream her pretty little butt!" Monk said impatiently, his cock throbbing in his grimy jeans.
Brannigan decided to oblige. The way his balls ached with steaming pressure, he couldn't play the torturously slow waiting game much longer. Angelique's anguished ass writhing were too much a tingling delight. He eased back slowly, then gave a grunt and sank his warped prick in to the hilt with one mighty thrust.
Her scream filled the church and reverberated in the rooms beyond. Angelique's luminous blue eyes flared wide and bulged like they might pop right out of her head.
"Ooooh, God!" she cried.
The lecherous priest pulled back and spiked her luscious ass again, enthralled by her rippling undulations of torment. Rings of squirming muscle surrounded him and milked the rigid twists and turns of his deformed prickshaft.
He pumped hard and fast, grinding his-hairy loins on her soft ass cheeks at the end of each deep-reaming thrust. Angelique babbled in stunned torment. She groaned and strained against the unyielding cords that bound her helpless in a bent position.
She bobbed and tossed her head, spattering tears all around the altar rail. His hot meaty cock threw her ass-hole into wild wringing convulsions.
Waves of undulating motion delighted Brannigan's cock. His weighty balls slapped her ass as he powered in and out of her deliciously tight ass-hole. Angelique wailed high-pitched cries of ecstatic torment.
The surging, gripping pulses radiated into her cunt and sent it into frenzied contractions. Brannigan reached a hand between her legs from behind and fingered her juicy clit. He whirled and stroked the tender nub until Angelique begged.
"Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Padre! Make me cum!"
Hot swelling waves of pleasure dulled her mind to the sensations of pain. She forgot the chafing cords that bound her bent double in helpless supplication. Her ass and pussy throbbed with enticing delight, both pulsing and heaving in perfect unison.
"That's it, Brannigan! Give it to her!" Monk cheered.
Brannigan drilled and twisted his cock in her tight ass-hole, but nothing he did could hurt the young nun now. She shivered in rapture, her mind dazed with delight. Binding cords creaked and strained as she bucked her ripe ass back at his spearing cock.
He gave a deep roaring grunt and rammed in hard, feeling the pressure in his balls swell to the point of explosion. Brannigan hissed, his cock rooted to the hilt. He tried to hold the jetting flow for another few seconds of exquisitely tense anticipation.
The urgent stress in his nut sac soon overwhelmed all restraint. A taut ring of muscle at the base of his cock gave way to pressure and sultry hot cum jetted the length of his gnarled prickshaft.
Quicksilver cum shot into her, a stuttering stream of liquid fire. Angelique breathed a deep moan, and he began to pump his spurting prick in and out with frenzied quick thrusts.
Slick cream glazed her tight hole and made his cock glide like a piston within well-machined cylinder walls. It compressed his sleek cum going in and lathered it as he drew back.
Each thrust brought a vicious loud slap on her whipped ass-cheeks. Angelique felt searing hot pain inside and out, but it was pain so intense that it delighted her mind. Her spirits soared upward in a spiral of dizzy delight, reaching for a new high plane of ecstasy-a gripping climax better than any she'd had yet.
By her shocked silence and widened blue eyes, they all knew the nun was in the throes of orgasm. The thrilling climax had reached its peak. Angelique gasped long and hard after holding her breath in eerie bliss for over a minute.
Brannigan fired his last dribbling spurts of cum and bent over her soft warm body. His breath rasped and he fondled her tits, whirling rigid nipples glazed with seeping small drops of blood.
That made his stroking fingers glide smoothly as his cock had in her ass on a film of sleek cum. Her butt still rippled with waves of lewd pleasure.
Brannigan caught his breath and eased his sated cock from her ass.
Sheila and Connie bent down to untie Angelique, both of them wildly horny after watching her intense climax.
"Too bad our boyfriends are so badly hurt," the blonde said.
"Yeah, this sweet little nun gets a mind-whirling climax and we get left with nothing but hot pants," Sheila said jealously. "I don't think she's been punished near enough."
Angelique sobbed fearfully, thinking that Brannigan might turn her over to the gang now that he'd violated her last forbidden portal and fucked himself weak.
But the priest surprised her. "Enough for now, and I can handle the rest without an audience," he said.
"Yeah, we ought to be getting back," Monk agreed. "We got two sexy rich ladies at the clubhouse who ain't felt my cock yet." He started toward the street door and then turned back to Angelique. "Take care of the padre and help him run the mission. You mess up again, and your ass will belong to me and the two guys you busted up."
Angelique's pretty face paled. She felt stung by the glaring intensity of Monk's dark eyes. She gathered her ruined habit close around her sweeping curves.
"You don't have to worry about me. I'll be good," she said.
Outside, as the mission door closed behind them, Sheila said, "I still don't think she's been punished enough!"
"Nowhere near enough," Monk agreed. "But Father Brannigan is a good man. We gotta keep him happy. The priests before him didn't do shit for the poor and old people around here."
"I think Sister Angelique might make trouble for him," Connie said. "She's just the type to go running to the Archbishop about what's happened."
Monk nodded. "But we'll keep a close watch on her until Brannigan has her tamed. If she shows her pretty face on the street without his permission, I want her brought to Satan's Sanctuary right away. Spread the word!"
Sheila grinned coldly. "I hope she does try to make trouble. We've still got a big score to settle with that little bitch!"
Brannigan faced the young blonde who was still pale and shivering, clutching her ruined habit close around a body recently defiled. She felt sick with shame now that the lingering shocks of pleasure had faded.
"You look like someone who needs cheering up," he said. "How would you like to go out?"
"Out? Out where?"
"For dinner and a few drinks, maybe some dancing afterwards. I know a great little club that's open all night."
Angelique's look brightened at the thought. It sounded just like a romantic evening in the book she'd taken to read. Then she stiffened her spine against temptation.
"We shouldn't," she said sadly.
Brannigan shrugged and grinned encouragingly. "After all we've done, a few sips of champagne and a charbroiled steak won't count as too great a sin."
"How can a priest afford such things?" she asked.
"I've never been charged at this particular club. The manager knows that I've persuaded Satan's Slaves not to bother the paying customers. He also donates surplus food to our charity dining hall."
Angelique felt her restless curiosity overcoming her will to resist temptation. She had never tasted champagne or a thick juicy steak, but she'd read about both.
"I-I have nothing to wear," she said bleakly.
"Satan's Slaves have provided for that, too."
Brannigan took her by the hand and led her to the back of the church. He stepped behind her and eased off her ruined habit. Angelique clutched the tattered front for only a moment and than let it fall.
"Let's start with this," the priest said, picking up a beautiful diamond necklace from the store of stolen treasure Monk had delivered that evening.
He clasped it around her neck. Angelique gazed down at the glittering stones and touched them lightly with her trembling fingers.
"There's a matching bracelet too," he said, slipping that on.
"But I don't have a dress to wear," she protested weakly.
"Put on that beautiful dark mink and no one will ever know you have nothing on underneath."
Angelique swept the sleek fur into her arms and hugged it to her tender tits, cooing fondly as she stroked her fingers through the silken luxury.
Brannigan helped her slip on the elegant long coat and beamed a look of complete approval.
"You're simply stunning!" he said. "No one would ever guess that you're a nun."
"I can't be a good nun if I give in so easily to every temptation."
"You can help me feed those who are hungry, clothe those who are cold and treat the sick. Tomorrow we sell that lovely fur to do all those things. Tonight you might as well enjoy it."
"You make sin so enticing," she said.
Fondly she stroked the shimmering fur over her naked tits. Her nipples tingled against the cool satin lining. The tiny cuts from Monk's knife had closed, but her nipples were still extremely tender.
"You're the one who's so enticing, Angelique. After we've eaten, sipped champagne by candlelight and danced for a while, I want to take you to the bridal suite of a imagine hotel and make warm and tender love to you all night long."
"Oooooh," she sighed.
It was so much like the romantic novel she'd read! Her heart raced, rapidly weakening to the lures of temptation. She had only one last feeble protest.
"I-I don't know how to dance," the girl said.
"I'll teach you. I'll teach you lots of things, Angelique."
"All right," she agreed in a voice that trembled with anticipation.
Angelique felt a last faint flicker of doubt, knowing that by surrendering to enticement she'd given up her last vague hope for salvation. But, whatever Brannigan did that night, she could never claim it was forced upon her. Still she was anxious to explore a world that was largely unknown to her.