Chapter 8
Angelique arrived back at the mission wearing a sweater and skirt she'd borrowed from a female member of Satan's Slaves. She liked the way the soft, tight-fitting sweater showed off her tits and hoped that Father Brannigan would notice.
He was waiting in his room just across the hall from hers. The rest of the mission was dark and deserted, closed for the night. They were alone, but Angelique wasn't sure she could face him. Brannigan had to know of her attempted betrayal by now.
Attired as a priest, he stood in the doorway of her room and gazed fondly at her beautiful curves.
"You don't look much like a nun in that outfit," he said.
"I don't feel much like a nun either. I became one of Satan's Slaves this evening."
"Yes, I know. The High Priestess of Pain. I'm the one who appointed you."
"Agh, I should have known! And you had Sister Bernice brought to me?"
"Yeah, she got so horny for you that she came here looking for a sexy young cunt to fuck."
Angelique grinned slyly. "I think Sister Bernice will be more interested in thick hot prick by the time Satan's Slaves get through with her."
"Yes, I'm sure. She'll go absolutely wild when a man's hairy loins bear down on that huge clit."
"I'm glad you sucked her off. Without some pleasure she would have fainted from the pain."
"This will no doubt finish our careers with the church," he warned. "When Sister Bernice turns up missing, Mother Superior will know where she went. The Archbishop will investigate and..." His voice trailed off, but without any hint of regret.
"It doesn't matter," she said. "I made up my mind this evening that I'd never wear a habit again. I want to live free and enjoy life."
"In that case, I have some great news for you-"
"What?" Angelique's heart was racing, hoping that he meant his offer of marriage was still open.
"Sister Bernice wasn't the only one who came looking for you this evening," he said. "There was also a lawyer who's been handling your trust account all these years. Next week all the money will be yours."
"What money? I don't know anything about a trust account."
"When your parents were killed in that plane crash they had quite a lot of flight insurance. There was also a successful lawsuit against the airline. That money has been wisely invested in a trust for you but now it's all yours. The lawyer said you'll be a millionaire."
"A m-m-millionaire?"
"Two or three times over," he said bleakly.
"Aren't you happy for me?" she asked with her luminous blue eyes ablaze.
"For you, yes. For me, I don't know. What would a girl so young, so beautiful and so rich want with a has-been priest?"
"An enormous and delightfully crinkled cock, for one thing. I'll marry you tomorrow if the offer you made the other night is still open."
Brannigan gave a sheepish shrug. "I think maybe I got a little carried away when I proposed. Yours is the greatest pussy I've ever fucked ... but I don't think I could be really happy for very long with just one cunt."
"That's no problem. I love your kinky cock, but there are still a lot of others I'd like to try. Now that I've found pleasure, I want to experience it every way I can."
He grinned ecstatically. "You want to start in your bed or mine?"
"Neither one-at least not yet. There's one more thing I want to talk about."
"What's that?"
"I want to go back to the convent," she said very seriously.
"But I thought we-"
"Just for one night," she assured him. "Tomorrow night. And I want to take you and all of Satan's Slaves with me. When we leave the church, I want to leave it with a bang!"
He grinned in sly contemplation. "You mean a gang-bang! It's a great idea! But that place is built like a fort."
"Yes, but the same key that let Sister Bernice out will let us back in." Angelique displayed the large brass key proudly. "I found it with her things. She must have taken it from Mother Superior. The same key opens her private quarters. I can't wait to see her face when you fuck her! She's been aching for a real cock all her life."
The width of his lewd grin increased greatly. "When do we leave?" he asked.
A caravan of cars drew near the convent at dusk the next day. Angelique and Father Brannigan sat in the back seat of the lead sedan. He had a hand under her short skirt, his middle finger hooked into her juicy tight cuntslit.
She moaned joyously. Monk was driving, envious as hell. The car had smelled like sultry fuck honey for the last forty miles.
"You'd better stop here," Angelique said. "There is always a nun on watch in the bell tower. If she sees all these cars, she'll sound the alarm. And they aren't totally defenseless, you know."
"Don't remind me," Monk said with grudging admiration.
"The fun you'll have tonight should more than make up for a bump on the head," she said earnestly.
"I'm sure it will," Monk said as he stopped the car.
He was grinning ear-to-ear. Angelique's position as High Priestess of Pain had been much enhanced by her idea to raid the convent and ravage all the virgins inside its bleak walls.
"How do we get around the old biddy on watch in the bell tower?" Monk asked.
"That 'old biddy' is a gorgeous redhead of twenty," Angelique said.
"Oooh, yeah?" Monk's interest increased. "So how do I get to the bell tower?"
"Paul and I will distract her while you and the rest of Satan's Slaves circle through the trees to the back of the convent. There's a small door in the middle of the east wall. This key will fit the lock. After that, you're on your own-just watch out for shovel handles!"
They left all the cars parked out of sight in a sheltering grove of trees. While Monk and the elite members of Satan's Slaves put on their devilish long red satin capes, Angelique and Paul walked partway up the grassy knoll toward the convent's main barred gate.
He hugged and kissed her, fondling Angelique's lush tits under the sentry nun's watchful eye. The redhead on duty in the bell tower raised binoculars to her eyes. She watched his hands knead heaving tits encased in a snug-fitting sweater. Then he eased Angelique to the ground.
Brannigan stood over her and whipped out his hugely swollen and grotequely twisted cock. The tawny red-haired nun's eyes nearly popped out of her head. She heard the footfalls of another nun padding softly below.
"Sister Maria, come watch this!" the redhead whispered urgently.
"What's what, Sister Theresa?" She was climbing the rough-hewn wooden ladder to the top of the bell tower.
"There's a man with a hideous big cock about to fuck a girl in front of the convent."
"Oooh, my God! Give me the binoculars!"
"No, I saw them first. You're lucky you get to watch at all," Theresa groaned. "He just shoved it all into her!"
"Let me see! Give me the binoculars!" the other nun insisted.
"All right, but just for a moment. I want to watch her climax."
Sister Maria stared intently and turned a knob between the two eyepieces to fine-focus the binoculars. She looked again and gasped.
"You know who that is?"
"No, who?" Theresa asked curiously.
"That's Sister Angelique!"
"Mother Superior's little favorite? Let me see!"
While the two young nuns who were supposed to be on guard watched Angelique come to a climax on the grassy knoll , thirty of Satan's Slaves' elite corps slipped unseen through a narrow oak-planked door. Twenty hot-blooded young males with cocks already throbbing and ten street-wise chicks entered the convent.
The cross where Angelique had been bound, whipped and sexually abused stood dark and silent in the center of the cobblestone-paved courtyard. Hooded figures with horny and half-masked faces slipped quietly through the court, fanning out.
Sister Theresa and Sister Maria did not hear Monk's sneakered padded feet climbing the ladder. Nor did they hear Floyd, who followed close behind him.
The boys caught the two nuns completely unaware, both busy squabbling over the binoculars, wanting to watch the wild gyrations of Sister Angelique's grinding climax. They were taken from behind, their habits rudely ripped off. Minutes later, neither young nun had to fantasize about the thrills of orgasm. There was virgin blood spilled all over the bell tower floor.
Angelique heard lewd cries of delight louder than the warning bell they were supposed to ring.
"Time to go," she said to Brannigan. "Mother Superior doesn't know it yet, but her lifelong prayer is about to be answered by the devil himself!"
They put on horned and hooded red satin capes that half-masked their faces and circled quietly to the open door in the convent's back wall. Monk had left it open, the key in the lock. Angelique removed it, knowing they would need the key to open Mother Superior's private door.
From the novice quarters where she once lived as a gray-robed drudge dreaming of pleasures outside the convent's thick walls, Angelique heard an obscene chorus of orgasmic cries. There wasn't a cherry cunt left in that whole wing of the building, and voices twined as one begged for more.
With her long red cape fluttering to reveal the lush splendor of her naked curves and the stout black cat-of-nine-tails clenched in the small fist of her right hand, Angelique led Brannigan to the stairway that slanted up to Mother Superior's private quarters.
The serene and stately beauty in charge of the convent was lying stark naked on her narrow bed and plunging a lighted candle in and out of her sleek cunt. By its flickering light she was trying to read the romantic wedding night scene in the book Sister Angelique had taken to start this all. She had the sinful words practically memorized.
Mother Superior heard distant lewd cries of delight from below but they seemed to be nothing more than echoes of her own. She was experimenting with a new rhythm, driving and twisting the tallow candle with more power than ever before.
Her eager cunt had wrung the fatty candle shaft soft. She thought about going down to the kitchen and finding a carrot, one that was long and slightly twisted. That would delight her wringing cunt even more!
Then she heard the lock click open and thought that it must be Sister Bernice. The stern Sister of Discipline had been absent at bed-check the night before, but Mother Superior had been willing to excuse that. Now her heart raced as she quickly discarded the candle, expecting her lesbian lover to walk through the door.
Angelique entered first and saw the tallow taper fucked soft being thrown away. She leered through the slanted eye slits of her devilish mask and swirled her flowing red cape as she raised the nine-tongued lash high above her horned and hooded head.
"Mother Superior," she cried with girlish delight. "You have sinned!"
Nine leather thongs with lightly knotted tips slashed down and blazed a spider web pattern of welts across her bounding pussy mound. A shriek of terror burst from the Reverend Mother's gaping lips. She had enjoyed mock discipline at the hands of Sister Bernice, but this lusciously formed blonde creature wasn't playing games.
Each of the golden-haired girl's lovely features was etched in her mind. She recognized the one-time novice despite a hood that covered her glorious blonde mane and a mask that covered the upper half of her pretty face.
"Angelique!" she cried.
"Yes, it's me," she said unabashed. "You sent me to hell and I've come back with the devil himself!" She swung the cat again and made her former master scream in stark terror.
Masked as Satan, Father Brannigan entered the room. He pushed the heavy oak door closed behind him and clicked the lock. His gnarled cock protruded through the front of his robe like a broken tree limb. Angelique's pussy thrilled him, but her willingness to join in other lewd pleasures thrilled him even more. At last he'd found a woman really worth having-one whose greatest delight was delighting him.
She whipped the regal nun's pussy mound hot with her lash. Cunt honey oozed, then gushed from a narrow slit fucked often by everything handy except a real man's cock.
Brannigan adored Angelique for preparing such a tempting treasure for him. Their life together would be heaven on earth, of that he was sure. Later he would reward her with tantalizing thrusts of his twisted cock, techniques he learned while in exile on that remote Pacific island.
Angelique thrashed the woman's cunt repeatedly with her nine-tongued lash. "You told me about the devil that lurks inside," she hissed. "But he hasn't been inside you yet!"
Mother Superior writhed and whimpered in pain. She wasn't used to anyone commanding her. Angelique drew four black nylon cords from an inner pocket of her cape-the same ones Brannigan had used to bind her prostate when her cherry was popped.
She expected the Reverend Mother to have the same kind of violent misgivings the first time her body was entered by a real cock, so she worked quickly while the woman was still limp with burning pain.
Angelique bound Mother Superior's wrists and ankles to the four corner posts of her bed. She cinched the knots tight, chuckling with fiendish glee.
Brannigan's love for the sexy young blonde soared each time she tied a knot. What great form of devotion could a woman show than to prepare another for the man she adored?
Mother Superior winced frightfully when a rugged male clad as the devil's disciple crouched between her bound legs. Her dreams of sex had become a nightmare. His twisted cock was a hideous thing!
"Think of it as a candle," he said in a kindly tone. "The only difference is, this one burns hottest at the end you're going to feel deep inside you."
"Nnnnoooo!" the reigning nun cried.
But Brannigan slanted his warped fuck-lance down and wet the knob in a soft valley of flesh already damp witjb sultry oils of anticipation.
The Reverend Mother had excused her use of candles and other paraphernalia to stimulate real fucking. She had also mentally pardoned all her lesbian encounters, including the delightful days and nights spent with young Sister Angelique. In her mind, she still felt pure-but that was a feeling destined to last only another few seconds.
Brannigan massaged her clit with the bulbous head of his hot prick. It made the bound and cowering nun gasp and cringe worse than all the dread that rippled through Angelique a moment before her pussy felt cock for the first time.
Brannigan had no sympathy at all for the older woman still clinging desperately to her imagined purity. He rammed into her wet cunt with one mighty thrust. It made a squishy sound of submission. She groaned, then wailed, then screamed like a wounded eagle. Her precious cherry had been demolished long ago, but the image of chastity remained until the lewd priest rooted his cock to the hilt and twisted it around in the mouth of her pussy.
Mother Superior climaxed almost at once, primed by romantic images in her mind and by long years of nagging frustration. Her cunt flew into a frenzy.
His hot breath poured over her face. He kissed her lewdly with a thrusting tongue. He fondled her firm-peaked tits and whirled her nipples until sensations of pleasure sparked like the two ends of a broken high voltage line.
Angelique watched it all with a smug grin curling her lips. She had given her man this pleasure, and no matter how much he enjoyed it, he would later enjoy her even more. She had learned a lot since leaving the convent, and finding out that she was now rich beyond her wildest dreams seemed to be hardly more than a footnote in the textbook of life.
She had learned how to live outside the convent's forbidding walls of restraint. Angelique now knew all of life's mortal pleasures ... how to give and how to receive. She wanted only to expand knowledge long denied her, as Brannigan's cock was expanding Mother Superior's cunt.
He was nothing like a carrot or sleek tallow candle that grew weak with heat. The harder her wringing cuntmuscles gripped his gnarled cock-shaft, the more it responded with throbbing deep thrusts. The Reverend Mother gasped, wishing her legs weren't bound.
Angelique sensed the woman's need. She knew the desire to clamp and squeeze with all the force of her legs and drive a man's cock to more satisfying depths than he could on his own. She found a knife on the sideboard and slashed Mother Superior's ankle restraints.
Her legs kicked up like uncoiled springs and scissored tightly around Brannigan's waist. She humped and bucked her hips, clamping her long and elegantly tapered legs to ream his cock deeper.
Angelique felt a slight jealous twinge. Long deprivation made the middle-aged nun a frenzied fucking machine. But her newly acquired self-confidence remained firm. When their vengeful raid on the convent was done, Brannigan would be stroking his hands adoringly through her long golden hair, sucking her lusicous tits and hammering her tight pussy full.
Mother Superior climaxed with a scream. Angelique walked to the opened shutters and gazed wistfully at the cross in the moonlit courtyard. It seemed more distant than the dark side of the moon.
The Reverend mother's wild orgasmic cries might have been echoes of her pain under the lash while bound to that cross. A glossy nub of wood gleamed in the silvery glow from above, but Angelique had found more intense pleasure and was already anticipating the joys of life outside constricting walls.
Brannigan's big gnarled cock fucked Mother Superior to the first real climax of her life. Angelique strived consciously to ignore the woman's gurgling sounds of rapture. The new life she envisioned with Paul Brannigan outside the church was not fully complete.
She could recall that line of old people waiting outside the mission for a free meal they needed just to survive. Angelique was then on her way to inform on the kindly but quite unconventional priest. By luring him away with her lush body, the result would be the same. The mission would have to close, or it would be turned over to a priest not street-wise enough to run the place on the meager allowance provided by the church.
Angelique stared at the rough wooden cross in the moonlit courtyard below, oblivious to Mother Superior's lewd cries of delight. Brannigan was still fucking her hard with his twisted cock, coaxing her toward another climax.
She only worried about the mission being closed. It was more a part of his life than hers, but Angelique wanted no lingering regrets when they began their life together outside the church.
Mother Superior climaxed four times before Brannigan withdrew his gnarled cock. She gasped sadly and then saw that six of Satan's Slaves were lined up waiting for her.
Brannigan curled an arm around Angelique's slender waist. "Why so sad?" he asked consolingly.
"I'm worried about the mission!" she cried. "I don't want those people to suffer because of me!"
He held her close. "I've had the same thought Luckily, I know a lady who is rich enough to support that mission out of her petty cash. We can establish a tax-exempt foundation-"
"But who's going to run it? I really don't want to spend the rest of my life making soup."
"Why not Monk and his group? They're all approaching the end of their teenaged gang years. The experience would be good for them and with proper funding there'd be no reason for them to steal."
"You think Monk would go along with that?"
"We already talked it over." Brannigan grinned.
"I'm happy to give up my position at the regular church," she said. "But I'm not so sure about resigning my place as the High Priestess of Pain."
"Well, you might have some trouble hanging onto that no matter how hard you try. Sister Bernice is in the running. Last I heard she'd killed three rats with crushing cunt muscles."
"That bitch!"
Brannigan smothered further protests with a tongue-thrusting kiss that marked the start of their new life together.