Chapter I




	It was late Monday afternoon.  Father Flogg and his new assistant,
Father Morecock, were waiting for Sister Stigmata to bring Mary Katherine
Gallagher into his study for another dose of discipline. This sixteen-year-old
girl was a true challenge for the good priests and nuns of St. Switchers.  The
child seemed to always be breaking one of the many rules that governed this
exclusive private school for Catholic girls. Mary was big boned, plain of face,
with mousy brown hair, wore glasses and had a pasty complexion. She was slightly
overweight; most of it concentrated in her broad bottom, and had average breasts
for her age.



	When she entered and saw Father Morecock, a look of surprise crossed her
face. Father Flogg introduced his assistant and informed Mary that he would be
assisting him from now on in her disciplining. "You know the drill my dear, off
with the jumper and bend over the sawhorse like a good girl so Sister Stigmata
can strap you up." Flogg said. Once her jumper was off, the girl stood there in
her panties and bra, bringing a comment from the older priest. " She always
wears the same kind of underwear. To me it shows that she is a person not prone
to trying new things. Perhaps that's why she visits me at least three times a
week. I really enjoy it when little Agnes Watson comes for disciplining; she
wears thong bikinis, and never the same color twice in a row." Glancing over to
his new assistant he said, " Two rounds of ten each should do her for this
session, cane or taws first? "



	 Sister Stigmata had removed her habit and positioned herself so that
Mary's face was buried in the thick bush of pubic hair that covered the nun's
cunt. Father Morecock selected a cane and approached the helpless girl. The
first blow cut into the tender area just below her panty line, bringing a
muffled gasp of pain from Mary. The second struck just above the top of her
panties, defining the region that he would punish. The next three were vicious
vertical strokes to Mary's right cheek, going from end to end. His sixth stroke
landed between her cheeks, lacerating the tenderest part of her body, and
bringing a blood-curdling scream from the girl. " Good one Father! I think
you've got her attention now." Flogg remarked.  Morecock repeated the pattern on
her left cheek, finishing his ten with another powerful stroke to her rectal
area. Mary's legs were trembling in agony as she screamed into the nun's hairy
cunt.
	


	Now it was Father Flogg's turn, and poor Mary thought she was in hell.
His first stroke overlapped the welt that Morecock had put under her panty line.
Mary almost passed out from the pain and shock. Then suddenly another burst of
agony, as the top welt was made even deeper by Flogg's second stroke. The old
priest positioned himself so he could work on the girl's left buttock. He laid
four deep welts across her fleshy cheek, almost at right angles to the welts
caused by Morecock's cane. " Now to finish the puzzle." He said, moving to her
right cheek and taking aim as the girl shivered in pain, her legs shaking
uncontrollably. He laid four uniform, parallel strokes to her right asscheek,
neatly crossing those made by Morecock. " Most impressive. You are truly the
cane master. I salute you; " his assistant said.
	


	The young priest picked up the taws, snapped it in the air to get a
better feel for it, and then said, " Let's see if I can whip those ugly panties
off her bottom." Father Flogg laughed and replied, " Doesn't she have the kind
of rump just made for the cane and the tawse? " The other priest nodded in
agreement just before he landed the first blow to her swollen bottom. It took
another couple of hits before he was comfortable with this weapon, then he laid
into the sobbing girl with a fury that was impressive. From the blissful look on
Sister Stigmata's face, he was doing a great job on the girl's swollen ass.
However at the finish of his ten Mary's panties were ripped but still clung to
her wide bottom.
	


	" Watch carefully and see how it's done, " Flogg called to his
assistant. It only took half dozen lashes to literally whip the panties off
Mary's ass. The rest of his blows slashed open a few of the deeper weals that
decorated her plump posterior. " Now it's time to hear Mary Katherine's
confession. You might consider hearing the good Sister's while I administer to
the child. " the old priest added.
	


	He could barely make out the words as Mary made her declaration of "
Bless me father for I have sinned..."  Of course trying to say anything while a
large cock is moving in and out of ones mouth is extremely difficult even under
the best of circumstances. This was the part the Father Flogg really enjoyed,
making Mary Katherine humiliate herself by answering his questions while she was
confessing.
	


	 " Impure thoughts my child, thoughts about having sex with girls?.....
Oh my, not little Agnes, the one who wears the thong bikinis, how very 
interesting. Would you eat her?..... My, you are such a sinful little tramp. I
guess I'll have to increase the amount of discipline you get. Of course with my
assistant's help we can easily give you more of anything you need. I look
forward to that. Now tell me all about wanting to make love to Sister Paula
while Sister Stigmata spanks you; that sounds very interesting...... Now I want
you to tell me how many times you masturbate in a day..... Only three or four
times, my, my you are a major league hussy. Most girls only play with themselves
once or twice a week, and usually for no more than ten minutes at a time. Do you
really frig yourself for half an hour at a time? That is truly the sign of one
who is close to becoming the devil's plaything. We will have to beat that out of
you, and mark my words, we will!"
	


	" For your penance you will report to my study every day for the next
two weeks, remove all your clothing and masturbate for exactly one hour,
regardless of how many times you come. You will refrain from wearing these
ridiculous panties and substitute tight fitting bikinis in their place. I would
prefer ones that have see-through crotches. You will shave off your pubic hair
and keep it shaved clean. If I determine that you are not doing an adequate job
Sister Stigmata will be given the task of dry-shaving you every morning. You
will offer to orally relieve Father Morecock's sexual tensions every day for the
next two weeks. This may be done in conjunction with your masturbation session
in my study. I'm sure you are capable of doing more than one thing at a time.
Now swallow every drop and then you can dress and go home. Naturally I do not
expect you to discuss your confession or penance with anyone, since that would
be a mortal sin and you will go to hell unless you confess that to me. If you
do, you will suffer terribly for a very long time. Do give my best regards to
your widowed mother, and make sure that you show her your bottom so she will
know what a bad girl you still are."

					Chapter II




	Mary Katherine could hardly believe her ears; she was going to summer
camp!  Thanks to the good offices of Father Flogg and some exemplary displays of
progress when it came to providing sexual relief to the good Father, his
assistant and Sister Stigmata, she was receiving a work study appointment to
this very exclusive camp. In exchange for certain services that were to be
determined once she arrived at Camp St. Sebastian, Mary Katherine would be able
to participate in the many wholesome activities that the place was famous for.
She was most intrigued by the rumors she'd heard about the marriage course which
was supposed to have a laboratory as well as lectures. Mary wondered what the
lab portion of the course would involve.  Church history was another subject
that she would be exposed to during the summer. It supposedly concentrated on
the Martyrs and the Inquisition, and the students were expected to participate
in seminars, public displays of their faith and individual theses covering in
depth a portion of the material that they would be taught. Mary Katherine's work
schedule had been arranged to allow her to fully participate in these courses.
Naturally she would have to sacrifice some sleep, but that would be a small
price to pay for such a wonderful opportunity.



	Upon her arrival at St. Sebastian's Mary discovered that her schoolmate
Agnes also was enrolled. The rest of the girls were from other schools and
seemed equally excited about this opportunity to learn while they enjoyed the
pleasures of the outdoor life. Mary also noticed that the girls were like her,
plain of face with pudgy, still developing bodies. This was a comfort since
usually she was the only ugly duckling. This summer Mary Katherine would merely
be part of the flock.



	That dream was dashed somewhat as soon as Mary met the camp counselors.
Without exception they were pretty with fully developed figures, and older than
she. There was little time to ponder this observation. Mary had to report to the
infirmary for a thorough physical examination, then receive her uniform and be
assigned to one of the counselor cabins.



	The examination was unlike any she had ever taken. It was conducted by a
male doctor in his fifties and his buxom, stern-faced nurse who spoke with a
thick German accent. Mary had to strip naked and then submit to all manner of
invasions to her person. Until she was given a large enema, the girl thought the
worst part of the exam involved the full cavity search she endured. Her bare
body was palpitated, probed and penetrated by strange metal instruments, gloved
fingers, and even the nurse's hand, or was it her fist? Mary's eyes were shut
tightly by then so she wasn't sure. After voiding the contents of her enema as
the pair watched, she was pronounced to be in reasonable health, drug-free, but
in need of some serious physical conditioning. It was also noted that
technically the girl was a virgin, a commodity to be prized. Mary was unable at
the time to read anything sinister into this observation. Time would prove
differently.



	Mary was amazed at the uniforms she was issued. They consisted of bolero
tops and shorts that were extremely tight in the crotch. She was even issued
underwear, such as it was. Mary was handed a half dozen pairs of thong bikinis
and a sheer crotched pair for Sunday worship. There were also super sheer
matching bras that lifted and separated her smallish boobs. She was at a loss
when they also gave her three pairs of hose and two garter belts, one white and
frilly, the other black and made of some type of rubbery material. The girl who
was issuing the uniforms smirked at Mary Katherine when she asked about the sexy
underwear. " You'll find out at orientation, " she said. Then with a big grin,
the girl handed the teenager a pair of shiny metal handcuffs with a key. " Oh my
god! " Mary exclaimed. " What are these for? " The girl grinned even more and
replied, "Ask your roommates, they are the ones that told me to add this to your
uniform allowance." It was a stunned Mary Katherine Gallagher who walked toward
Cabin 3 to meet her roommates.



	The three girls, all pretty and extremely well built were waiting for
her. " This is Cabin 3, your home for the next three months. There is so much we
have to teach you. I hope we can cram it all in. " The speaker was tall, buxom
and had long blonde hair that cascaded down past her broad shoulders. " I am the
room leader; my name is Ilsa, with an I. To you I am Mistress I. Call me
anything else and you will be sternly disciplined. My two assistants are
Mistress J and Mistress E. Beyond these walls you have some degree of status at
the camp, but here you are a student, a very ignorant student who has much to
learn." As Mistress I spoke, Mary glanced at the slim brunette with a set of
exceptional breasts, and her shapely redheaded companion, an extremely tall girl
with an awesome pair of jugs and a sharp cruel face that still was quite
beautiful in its severity.



	"Cabin 3 has three beds, mine is in one room, and the other two are in
the back of the cabin. You will use a sleeping bag until you prove yourself
worthy to share our beds.  You should know that Father Morecock and Sister
Stigmata are both spending this summer as members of the staff. They have
already told us of your problems with accepting discipline. Be advised that we
are rather intolerant to people like yourself who struggle against the rules of
the Church and its representatives."



	All Mary could do was gape and stare at the trio as she listened to
Mistress I. " I want you to put down your uniforms and strip to the skin. Then I
will handcuff your hands behind your back before we begin to administer your
first dose of cabin discipline. Failure to immediately comply with my request
will cause additional punishment." Mary could not believe what she was hearing,
but when Mistress I slapped her across the face, not once but three times, she
started to remove her clothing.

					Chapter III




	Mary awoke with a start to find herself in darkness. Her hands were
still cuffed behind her back. As she tried to move, she realized that she was in
some kind of a sack that seemed to be made of rubber.  It was cinched tightly
around her neck. Her tits and ass felt sore and swollen, while her asshole felt
as if it were on fire. Worse still she desperately had to pee. As she fought
back the urge to release the contents of her distended bladder, she began to
recall some of the things that had transpired.



	 The taste of cunt lingered in her mouth and her fat tongue felt as if
it had been scraped. She remembered her three mistresses taking turns, pressing
their wet, smooth shaven cunts to her mouth and making her lick, tongue, kiss
and suck every drop of pussy juice that oozed from between their fat cunt lips.
They made her probe deep inside those wet snatches to gather more of the salty
slime that was continuously generated as the result of her activities. As this
was going on they were also taking turns reaming out her poor defenseless
asshole, using long rubber strap ons that appeared to be modeled after farm
animals Then she winced as she remembered her ass being pounded with a wooden
paddle as she ate pussy and listened to them insult her appearance and ability
to satisfy them.
	


	 As she became fully awake and aware of her surroundings the pain from
her aching breasts became more apparent. They had taken turns using a rubber
hose of her poor defenseless boobs, smashing them flat and laughing as she
screamed into the cunt that was glued to her face. She remembered one of them
saying that when they got done with her boobs she'd need a bigger bra to hold
them. She remembered being told that she should thank her friends for giving her
bigger tits.
	


	With a groan Mary Katherine Gallagher gave up the struggle and began to
pee all over herself.  No wonder she was so full. The last thing she remembered
was drinking a huge amount of water. To make her finish it all, they had
squeezed her nipples and stretched her poor pussy lips until she thought they
were going to tear. Then they gave her a couple of pills that they told her
would stimulate her kidneys. They sure had been right about that; she was still
peeing strong and could feel all her piss accumulating at the bottom of the
rubber bag that held her. She shuddered at what they'd do to her when they found
out she'd wet herself. She continued to piss, wondering if her roommates could
hear it as well. She hoped not for her sake.
	


	Mary was quite surprised when morning came. She was released from her
combination toilet and sleeping bag and told to clean herself and the bag. The
day passed uneventfully until she was called into the counselors' office where
she renewed old acquaintances with the good priest, Father Morecock and Sister
Stigmata. The priest heard her confession while he stimulated her budding clit,
forcing it to poke out from its hiding place. His continued assault on this
supersensitive nubbin of feminine flesh soon had her sweating and trembling,
unable to do much else since she was securely tied to a wooden frame in such a
manner as to give the man of God easy access to her dripping cunt.
	


	 Her behavior angered him as she babbled about having dozens and dozens
of impure thoughts daily, about being with the trio of ladies from Cabin 3,
Sister Paula and Sister Stigmata, not to mention her confessor and his mentor
Father Flogg. She was only given conditional absolution followed by a merciless
beating that covered her from neck to knee, both front and rear. Sister Stigmata
was invited to assist the priest in his punishment of this unholy teenager, and
she did her part, wielding her strap with practiced skill and covering Mary's
bottom and the backs of her legs and thighs with line after line of crimson. The
nun soon had to disrobe because of her efforts and Mary was shocked to see that
Sister Stigmata was wearing a black frilly garter belt and hose beneath her
habit. Father Morecock also noticed as evidenced by the tenting of his trousers.
	


	 He stopped his assault on poor Mary's clit and motioned for the sister
to give some attention to the girl's bald pussy with the strap. Sister Stigmata
did not need a second invitation. She commenced strapping Mary's weeping pudenda
with accurate, forceful strokes of her trusty leather strap. Father Morecock sat
back and enjoyed the show, watching as the leather strap bit into the teen's
tender twat while the nun's melon-like breasts bounced provocatively in rhythm
with her strokes. It became necessary to stifle the girl's screams and this was
accomplished by filling her mouth with her damp thong bikinis. " Spit these out
and I'll take the cane to those bouncy little boobs of yours" the priest
threatened. All she could do was groan and bite down on the gag as the nearly
naked nun viciously thrashed her bald box.
	


	When the nun grew tired, Father Morecock took over and resumed striping
the girl's tits, belly and thighs with his belt, switching occasionally so that
the heavy belt buckle tore into her plump body, breaking the skin and causing
flecks of blood to fly from her wounds. When Sister Stigmata was ready to strap
the teenager's body once more, Father Morecock motioned for her to whip the
front of the girl's body while he doubled up his thick belt and now using only
the buckle end, began to tear into Mary's unmarked back and shoulders. They
didn't stop until the girl shuddered and passed out from the pain.

				Chapter IV


	
	
	Mary Katherine Gallagher awoke to find herself tied tightly to a low
wooden bench with some sort of pillow raising her bottom off the bench. She was
sore from head to toe with the worst pain centered in her swollen boobs and
throbbing cunt.  Her tormentors came quickly into view once she groaned and
tested the ropes that held her fast. "Awake I see." Father Morecock said with a
smile that sent shivers down her spine. " I've just been speaking to Father
Flogg about you and he has given permission to have you exorcised. You and your
master are going to suffer the pains of hell here on earth. I know the battle
will be a long one and you are possessed with the strength of the evil one, so
you will be shown no mercy. Even if it takes the entire summer and requires help
from every member of the camp, you will be made to submit to God's will. I
intend to contact your dear mother to tell her what is being planned for you and
to prepare her for the possibility that your master may resist to the point that
your spirit will depart for hell before we can save it." As the priest spoke, he
pulled on his long thick cock, making it grow even longer and thicker. " Prepare
yourself for the first step in your ultimate freedom from Satan or this life."
	


	Just before the priest penetrated Mary Katherine Gallagher's virgin cunt
with his massive member, Sister Stigmata settled her hairy pussy squarely upon
the girl's face, nearly suffocating her. " Lick me well, spawn of Satan, while
the good Father opens your sinful cunt to let your master out where he can be
attacked." Mary screamed into the thick mass of springy curls that guarded the
nun's cunt. Father Morecock grunted as his weapon encountered the girl's hymen.
" Prepare to suffer for your sins!" he exclaimed as he drew back then slammed
over half his ten inches into her cunt, ripping the thin membrane that guarded
its tender insides. He heard a muffled scream from the girl and his face broke
into a smile.
	


	He pulled out until only her fat cunt lips held the head of his massive
cock, and then he drove it deep into the girl's tight twat, burying almost eight
inches inside her quivering quim. He watched as Mary shuddered and struggled to
get free of the crushing weight of Sister Stigmata's body as the nun ground her
wet cunt into the teen's face. He took a breath and then repeated his assault on
the girl's tight sheath, driving nearly the entire length of his cock into her
this time. Satisfied that she would soon offer no resistance to him, he settled
into a more comfortable position and used her pulpy, swollen boobs as handholds.
	


	 Morecock took another deep breath and then began to pound away on Mary
Katherine's bleeding cunt, going completely inside and actually touching bottom,
her cervix yielding ever so slightly to the pressure of his cockhead. After a
few strokes he noticed that almost half of his cock was coated with blood. This
spurred him to increase both the speed and power of his thrusts, bringing
strangled gasps and screams from the helpless girl. His powerful hands twisted
and yanked on her soft tits, while his fingers squeezed and pulled on her
sensitive nipples. He thanked the lord for the recent sexual congress between
him and the good sister who was enthusiastically grinding her cunt up and down
Mary's face, giving her precious time to draw air into her lungs as she was
slowly being smothered between the nun's fleshy thighs.
	


	Father Morecock began to vary the angle of attack on Mary's loosening
pussy as well as the speed and depth of his penetrations. Slowly her cunt began
to dilate and yield to his battering ram of a cock. He shifted his hips so he
could give her even harder thrusts, the sound of his groin slapping against her
pussy becoming louder and louder as he drilled away on her. If anything the
amount of bleeding was increasing as he continued to pound her pussy into a
pulpy mess.
	


	Sister Stigmata spun herself around so that she faced the priest, giving
him a good view of her big tits and hairy cunt that was totally engulfing Mary
Katherine's face. This sight added fuel to the fire and soon he exploded inside
the girl, flooding her cunt channel with an ocean of sperm, all blindly seeking
to fertilize any egg that she may have made available to the millions of
swimmers that now moved up her birth canal. With a deep sigh of satisfaction he
ceased his piston like stoking of the girl's tender, bleeding twat and remained
still with his pulsing cock still buried to its hilt inside her.
	


	 " May I help you father? " Sister Stigmata asked with a huge smile of
anticipation on her sharp-featured face. Father Morecock sighed again and gave
the girl another hard thrust, enjoying her pained response. " I think that this
child of the devil would benefit from having that particular entrance
substantially widened now that I have opened it. Who knows how large her master
has chosen to be and where he has lodged himself?" The nun raised her hairy cunt
from Mary Katherine Gallagher and glanced over to where she kept her strap on
dildo, an immense length of unyielding plastic covered with bumps and ridges,
all designed to wear away at the sensitive membranes that covered the girl's
cunt pipe.
	


	Father Morecock positioned himself so that he had a good view of the
teenager's raw-looking cunt, which was drooling some of the sperm that he had
just pumped into her. His vantage point also allowed Mary's tongue easy access
to his still firm cock that was coated with a mixture of her blood and cunt
juices plus his cum. " Lick me clean so that I will be free of your master's
slime, you evil tool of the Dark One." He said, emphasizing his words with cruel
slaps to her sore breasts. Mary moaned and began to suck and lick the bloody
length of his twitching organ.
	


	 He watched with anticipation as Sister Stigmata approached them, her
strap on jutting from the forest of thick pubic hair that still glistened with
Mary's saliva. She carefully arranged her body so that she was in a comfortable
position with plenty of leverage, then she lined up the tip of the ebony cunt
splitter with the teenager's swollen lipped slit. Father Morecock stared fixedly
at the tableau that had been created by the nun, waiting to see how much of that
monster she could get into Mary Katherine's tight snatch. It had taken her three
sessions before she could get even half of that torture tool into Agnes Watson's
super-tight twat. He wondered how Mary Katherine Gallagher's cunt would cope
with the invader. " This is really going to hurt and I'm glad! " spat the nun as
she shifted her weight and rolled her hips, driving the head of the strap on
between the girl's fat labia.
	


	A blood-curdling scream issued from the girl and at the same time she
bucked like a wild horse, nearly upsetting the priest from the bench. With one
hand he balanced himself on the bench; his other, now a fist, slammed into the
teen's belly cutting off the scream in mid-flight. A second and third blow,
dealt with even more authority, caused Mary to grow deathly quiet as her face
began to turn a ghastly shade of red. The good sister merely grunted, rotated
her hips and gave Mary Katherine Gallagher's cunt another couple of inches of
agony. The priest was astonished to observe that over half the length of that
brutal torture implement was now lodged within the girl's tenderized twat. Still
in a fury, the priest landed a number of solid blows to Mary's ballooning tits.
" You are his bitch! You are the devil's bitch! " He shouted.
	


	It took some time and effort, but at last the nun buried the entire
length of the punishing plastic cock inside of Mary's tight, young pussy. She
took a moment to gather herself once more, and then proceeded to ream the girl
out with powerful thrusts, soon coating the plastic with a mixture of cunt cream
and blood as the ridges and bumps did their work. Any noise from the girl was
muffled by the priest's hand as his other mauled her sore boobs and pinched the
nipples cruelly. " Now will you lick me, my little handmaid of Satan? " he
asked, listening to the soft squishing sounds that came from her tormented fuck
channel. Mary Katherine Gallagher began to lick.

					Chapter V


	
	
	The widow Gallagher was delighted to see Father Flogg at her door. It
had been many weeks since he had honored her with his presence. She gave thanks
that she had recently showered, knowing the priest's distaste for body odors and
the like. Not only had she showered, but the sheets on the wide bed that she
slept in were fresh from the line. God was certainly smiling on her this day.
	


	The widow Gallagher wiggled out of her housedress, revealing a plump
rounded body barely contained by the white corset that revealed the tops of her
large breasts and hugged her flabby hips. The woman's clean shaven cunt with its
fleshy lips and prominent hooded clit was already oozing droplets of sex juice
whose aroma was easily detectable by the old priest who was busily shucking his
frock to reveal a small, but fat sex organ that was still asleep. The widow
licked her lips in anticipation of the efforts that she would expend to make
that flower of Father Flogg's bloom.
	


	As the woman suctioned his cock into life, the priest broke the news to
her about her daughter. " I fear that Mary Katherine's lack of discipline and
failure to rehabilitate is not merely the product of a fractious personality
coupled with the rashness of youth. As you know from the appearance of that
broad bottom of hers, we have spared no efforts to reform her wild ways." The
widow Gallagher continued to make the priest's cock appear and disappear from
her mouth as he continued.
	


	 " I received a call from Father Morecock telling me that your
daughter's behavior has become so outrageous that he is convinced she is
possessed by the devil." The widow stopped her activities when she heard those
words. Father Flogg slapped her big bottom, leaving the imprint of his open hand
on the pale flesh. She resumed sucking his lengthening cock. " I have given him
permission to begin exorcising the devil from Mary Katherine. I am going to pray
daily that her master, the Dark One, will take leave of her body and mind before
this unfortunate girl yields her life to him. It will be a long struggle and you
will need your faith to be strong and allow what has to be done to be done. As
your spiritual counselor I will be available more frequently to assist you in
retaining your Catholic faith and trust in the priests and nuns who are the
servants of the Holy Mother Church. "
	


	 The widow began to deep throat the hard cock of her father confessor,
thrilling in the realization that this rod of God's will was going to be at her
disposal more often in the future. " I am your servant, do what you must. To
prove my faith I offer my asshole to your divine rod of justice," she said,
staring in almost a trance at his twitching ramrod that would soon be boring
deep into her bowels.
	


	The widow's asshole, having been pounded vigorously until the priest had
found release, gaped like an unblinking eye.  Father Flogg was dressing quickly,
mumbling something about having church business to accomplish. Turning to Mrs.
Gallagher he spoke. " First, I want you to present yourself to Sister Slaughter
in order that you be put to the trial to assure us that you are not suffering
from the same affliction as your demented daughter. I am very confident that you
will pass the tests that make up the trial. Second, you will receive daily
consoling from either my agents or myself. You will submit to their will as if
it were mine. Do not be surprised if some of them are women of the habit rather
than men of the cloth." With that he put on his coat and took his leave.



	The widow wondered what the "trial" would entail and who her new bed
partners would be; younger men would be nice, she thought, young men with hard
cocks that could console her hungry cunt with vigor. As for the sisters, that
represented a new level in her devotion and obedience to the Church. God would
provide a way for her to receive the reward of pleasure even from those like
herself, He always did.

					Chapter VI


	
	
	Father Morecock was quite surprised at the tightness of the teenager's
cunt that had previously been stretched to its limit for nearly a half hour by
Sister Stigmata's "engine", her word for the vicious weapon she now employed on
Mary. He had watched with fascination as a bloody froth began to issue from her
fuck pipe shortly after the nun had fully inserted her strap on into it and
began sawing away at the tender twat flesh, bringing forth loud cries of pain
from Mary. As the minutes slowly went by the strap on soon glistened with a
combination of the girl's blood and pussy juices. He had grown hard as he
watched the nun mechanically rape Mary Katherine with merciless fury.


	
	The girl had groaned and gasped as his thumbs captured and then crushed
her nipples, which had stiffened almost against her will. Her pear shaped tits
had bounced and jiggled with each hard thrust of the plastic cock attached to
the sister's groin. Beads of perspiration had coated her forehead and then
trickled down to pool in the hollow of her throat. A sheen of sweat soon coated
her from breasts to pubes and her plump bare body shuddered from the combined
pain and lust that was generated deep inside her cunt by the huge reamer that
plunged in and out of her. Finally the girl had experienced a massive climax
that made her arch herself as her twitching twat totally swallowed the strap on
and her head swung wildly from side to side before slamming against the bench
top over and over as her climax peaked. " It's your turn Father " the nun
finally said as she pulled the bloody length of plastic from the girl's cunt
creating a sound akin to that from a plunger opening a clogged drain. The priest
quickly replaced the strap on with his hard cock, driving it deep into her twat
with a single vicious thrust.


	
	After two rounds Mary Katherine Gallagher was nearly unconscious, barely
reacting to anything they did to her. Sister Stigmata had even tried to jam her
fist completely into Mary's bloody cunt, but the teen's tight twat thwarted her
efforts. The priest had stood over the bound girl and slammed his fist down into
her swollen cunt, over and over, flattening her crimson cunt lips with each
blow. The nun had tried to literally bite the girl's nipples off, succeeding
only in causing them to bleed profusely. At last reason calmed them both and
they decided that the camp doctor had to examine her and determine if she could
take additional punishment at this time.


	
	" Well, she's no virgin, that's for sure." The doctor said as he
palpitated and probed Mary's bleeding fuck box. " On the other hand she seems to
be none the worse for losing it. She's still tight as a drum and the bleeding is
nothing to worry about. I'd say she's ready for anything that you can dish out.
" His remarks caused consternation on the part of the priest and nun. " How can
that be? We've been working on her almost nonstop for the past two hours and she
appeared as if she was going into some kind of a trance; that's why we called
you. " The priest said. The doctor shrugged and said, " Perhaps the devil has a
greater command of her body that you think. Harsher measures are probably called
for in order to unsettle his hold on her. I have some recommendations if you are
interested. " " We are very interested, " replied the priest.


	
	" Technically speaking, there are eight entrances to this creature's
body; two through the nostrils, two through the ears, one via the mouth, another
via the rectum, one via the vagina, and the last through the urethra. Each of
these pathways should be traumatized regularly to make the passage of the Evil
One as uncomfortable as possible. At any given time most of the portals should
be blocked completely. I would recommend that her ears and one nostril be
permanently plugged immediately. A butt plug and catheter should effectively
block another pair of entrances or exits most of the time. The creature's mouth
can be shut a great deal of the time by means of a proper gag. Its vagina can be
closed by any number of procedures, some permanent in nature.


	
	 In this way you can now closely monitor the only passage that can be
used by her master to come and go. This single entrance can be used to feed the
creature and provide sufficient liquid so that she can survive while she is
being exorcised. I also strongly recommend that her bladder, stomach, uterus and
intestines be kept filled at all times to make those paths unusable by her
possessor. Those entrances can then be exorcised almost continuously, another
method of ridding her of the demon."


	
	Father Morecock nodded frequently as the doctor spoke and finally he
looked up and smiled. " I am glad we have had this discussion. I hope you will
provide further guidance to the good sister and me as we begin this daunting
task. "  It was the doctor's turn to smile and reply, " I trust that you will
approve of my faithful nurse assisting me in this holy activity." The priest
nodded and added, " I am sure we will benefit from the woman's touch. "
	
	
					( To Be Continued )