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.
