Chapter 17

Sister Janice was now sixty-eight years of age and far from as alert as in her younger days, so she didn’t notice the signs of the break-in at the convent of Saint Jeanne’s. The orphanage was affiliated with and administered by the convent and all of its permanent staff were nuns or novices. There were some forty-nine orphans at this point, thirty of them boys and nineteen girls, though these were kept separate as always as much as possible. Julian recalled that from his own adolescence, how little he had even seen girls his own age.

The convent, in order not to tax its resources, and presumably for other reasons, had always adopted a policy of only admitting orphans aged fourteen years and above. It would be rather interesting to see what these youngsters did once they were in command of the facility. Julian had a distinct feeling that it wouldn’t be enjoyable for the nuns at all. Almost fifty angry and bitter teens were likely to exact a gruesome revenge of some kind on the likes of the Sisters of Saint Jeanne’s.

“Boo!” Julian chuckled as he announced himself in the Mother Superior’s office.

“You! You’re ... you’re ... Julian Vaughan!” Sister Janice involuntarily crossed herself in an inexplicable feeling of terror and dread.

“In the flesh, and I do mean, flesh! Despite your attempts to get me into the ‘spirit’ of things, ‘holy’ or otherwise. Now, I want you to lift your dress and slide your panties down. There, that’s good. Now, that’s not much of a habit, is it? A contraband dress, what brought that on, eh?

“Have you been having dates, maybe an affair, behind the back of your imaginary husband, Jesus Christ? Some hubby that is. Won’t provide for you, won’t sleep with you, and won’t divorce you if you cheat. He might send you to Hell for it, though, if he was real. Luckily for you, he’s a myth. So, who’s the lucky fella?” Julian smirked as he found a leather strap used in the past by the sisters of the convent.

“Douglas ... Fletcher,” Sister Janice admitted, “we’ve been ... intimate for decades now. He’s married, but his wife would never ... understand that kind of love that we have. He just needs this and so do I.”

“Yeah, well, I need this now. Count each slap, thank me for it, and beg me for another ... and mean it!” Julian demanded, even as Sandy joined him in the room.

“Master, what shall I do?” Sandy begged her lover, though they both already planned this bit of theater.

“Handcuff her. There, now get out your notebook while I beat her repeatedly with this strap. She is to count each swat, thank me for it, and beg me for another. Whenever she fails to do even one of those things, even once, write that down to use against her later. Trust me, it’s a very useful thing to do in this situation. I want every failure duly noted and logged against her.

“She is going to do full penance for her past sins against me. Think of it as ... Purgatory. The sooner she atones, the sooner she is set free. Sounds fair, right?” Julian chuckled.

“I suppose so, Master, though my family is Romanian Orthodox. We don’t have Purgatory in the Eastern Church. That’s a Catholic, Western Church thing. So, do I get to fuck her with a strap-on, Master? Preferably in the ass, with zero lube or warning? I really want her butt to be on fire from the pain of every stroke as I peg and stretch her. Don’t worry. I’d gag her, too, so she doesn’t make too much of a racket,” Sandy snickered while duly noting each failure and there were many.

Sister Janice simply didn’t get with the program very well, alas for her. She begged, whimpered, pleaded, threatened, and even attempted to bribe Julian and Sandy to stop the assault on her. Her cries finally drew the attention of the other sisters, but by then, it was too late. The convent was occupied by Julian’s militia and the orphans themselves. The rest of the nuns were herded into the chapel and Julian as well as Sandy now dragged Sister Janice there, quite naked at this point.

The orphans and nuns were both astonished at the sight of a band of heavily armed renegades, all of them fierce and hostile to the latter as well as kind to the former. Who were these people and why did they have a bound and nude Mother Superior in their custody? A ball gag was placed into Sister Janice’s mouth to keep her from speaking and she was forced to sit on Sandy’s lap to add to her discomfort. It didn’t help that Sandy’s nails kept digging into her ass, either. The bruises from the strapping only added to her pain as well.

“No doubt, you are all wondering why you’ve been gathered here. Well, it’s simple, my friends. You have been victims of years of systemic abuse by these nuns, led by their fearless Mother Superior, Sister Janice. Well, tonight, that all comes to a crashing stop, to a very bitter end for her and her gang. Tonight is the reckoning for past offenses, one that will make them scream in agony and anguish as they endure their just desserts.