Chapter 5

It was dark, so very dark. Sister Mary Katharine had been removed from the workbench her cunt having been fingered and fucked by Joe before. Then she had been dragged, with her friend, and thrown into what she guessed was a small work room. The men were drinking and at times, when she pressed one ear against the wooden door, she could hear them laughing about what they had done to the nuns and what they would do in the future.

At times they would hit the door, rattling the poor nun's brain until she fell back screaming, holding her head.

She thought hard, trying to remember if her brother had said anything to her during their last halting conversation. She had wanted him to turn himself over to the police. She knew he'd been in some kind of trouble, something to do with laundering money.

"Oh!"

The door flew open, striking her across the forehead. Sister Mary Katherine stumbled back, holding her face and shielding her eyes from the glare of the yellowish light overhead. Sister Dominic was huddled in the corner, her face showing the strain of her cruel rape.

"No, not again! Not again!" she cried out, crawling back against the wall.

"Yeah, again."

Jack grabbed Sister Mary Katherine first, hauling her roughly from the room.

Then he kicked the door shut behind her.

"Don't need both you cats yowling your heads off while we work on one."

"No, no, don't...

She stumbled, stubbing her toes on the floor. Joe came over with two rawhide strips, wrapping one of them around her wrists and binding them together once more. Sister Mary Katherine looked at the leather ruefully, knowing she was once again going to be forced into bondage. Once more they were going to hurt her, torment her, degrade her-all for information she did not have.

When Sister Mary Katherine denied once more she had any knowledge of her brother's money, Jack spat in her face. She was humiliated. The spit dripped from her nose and into her mouth.

"Lick the dripping spit into your mouth, bitch," Joe slurred, hitting her across the face with the back of his hand.

The nun groaned, reeling backward. Joe moved around, slapping her asscheeks, then turning to hit her across the cunt.

"Owwwwwww!" The nun nearly fainted from the pain, her knees growing weak.

"This ain't nothin', baby. You ain't seen what I can do to a fuckin' bitch when she don't come across with nothin'."

Sister Mary Katherine groaned again as Joe tightened the thongs until her fingers turned blue and became icy.

"Over there," he said with a leer on his face.

Jack was grinning hellishly as well. The other nuns were still sobbing in the larger room to the side. Jack had told them how they had stripped the hapless women, striking them and raping one before the horrified eyes of the others.

Then the men had told the nuns it was all Sister Mary Katherine's fault. If she would only talk, they could all get out.

"There!"

Sister Mary Katherine turned the wrong way. Jack stepped on her naked toes with his boots, nearly breaking them. She stooped over, thinking her feet were being ripped from her body. The big stud kneed her jaw hard, catching her as she fell unconscious to the floor.

When she awoke, the nun found she was in a strangely narrow room, a small area partitioned off, just to the left of the area where the other sisters were being incarcerated. There were the usual rings in the wooden walls and there were two narrow wooden benches set end to end. Obeying Joe, who saw she was now awake, she climbed up to one bench, watching as Jack shoved the other against it tightly.

"This way."

Jack positioned her so that her ass rested on the lower bench while her back rested on the other. The benches were small and terribly uncomfortable and her legs and thighs hung over the edges. Her heart began to beat faster, her pulse quickening.

"Get 'er arms, Joe."

The one stud moved behind her, pulling the nun's hands back behind her and strapping her wrists to one of the bench's legs. The thongs cut cruelly into the sore area of her flesh, making her groan and swallow. Testing the strength of the leather, Sister Mary Katherine found she couldn't raise her shoulders.

Her head moved up with great difficulty. Her immediate field of vision was occupied by her tits.

"What... what's happening here?" she whispered, dreading a response.

Jack did not answer her. He moved around now, pulling a black leather strap tightly around her small waist. She began kicking against the bench, trying to kick Joe's hands away from her feet. He swore, striking her thighs hard, finally imprisoning her feet and holding them against the bench and his body. He pulled out a pair of leather anklets from beneath the bench, strapping them to her ankles.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

Joe surveyed his prisoner with narrowed eyes, his lips curling into that cruel smile she had learned to fear. Then he bent down and grabbed her right ankle, jerking it up and shoving it sideways so the ring on its anklet could be clipped to the strap from the wall. Her left ankle was moved in the same way so that now her cunt was spread wide open. She could feel a draft blowing across her pussy hairs, raising gooseflesh all around her ass.

Now the young sister could understand the narrow room. It was ideal for the straps that controlled her legs. Joe pulled carefully on the buckles, first one, then the other, until her legs stood out rigid at almost right angies to her tightly strapped body. Being slightly raised, her legs now supported most of her weight.

When Joe removed the lower bench from under Sister Mary Katherine's ass, her position didn't change. Her ass sagged only slightly, hanging suspended beyond the rest of the bench to which the young nun was strapped.

"Uhhhh. not again, not again!"

She thought of Sister Dominic, of the way she had been strapped over the flame then brutally raped.

4'Oh God, tight! No, no, it's tearing me in half!"

Jack ran his fingers up and down her strained legs and thighs, feeling the tendons bulging out against the flesh. She shook her head, gasping for relief, looking first to one wall then the other, as if someone would suddenly come springing through the wood and save her. Her mind raced wildly. It was vile,

disgusting! She hated them and hated herself nearly as much; "Man, she oughtta be branded like this," Jack said, nudging his buddy in the ribs.

"That's for later-if she don't fork over with the info. Right now, I'm gonna be a nice guy."

"No, no, stop stop this madness!" the nun screamed.

Jack put one foot up against her cunt, working his heel in, then kicking back until Sister Mary Katherine thought her crotch would explode from the agony.

He laughed, kicking her again, then turning his foot so he could work the boot into her pussy.

The young woman went wild, arching her back and wallowing her shoulder blades against the splintery wood of the bench while her ass bounced and jiggled over the floor.

"Yaghhghghghhghh!"

"You wanna scream, bitch? We'll give you somethin' to moan about."

"No, no, please! I'm sorry, I won't do it again! I swear, I won't!"

Sister Mary Katherine pleaded with the men, jerking her head up, tears streaming down her face. Her words came out in a blur, sobs choking off the sentence as she watched Jack disappear from the small room.

"Where's he going?" she asked, her voice reflecting the panic in her mind.

More pain, more agony. Joe amused himself by pinching her, reaching down and taking her nipples in both hands. He rolled them gently, squeezing them until she felt the tender flesh being crushed like two hard berries. Sister Mary Katherine gasped, watching him, seeing his cheeks tremble, the gleam in his eyes becoming a glow.