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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Sister Cuntrag’s words of defiance could not go unpunished. Our Goddess seized her nipple, pulling her upstairs. ‘If you only spew filth, then we shall cover you in it,’ the Living Goddess promised.

—The Gospel of April 13:39

Mary Sullivan

Anger surged through me. How dare this cunt threaten to kill Mark. I ripped my dildo out of Fiona’s pussy. “Fucking bitch!” I snarled, reached down, and grabbed one of Cuntrag’s nipples. The woman squealed as I pulled the bitch to her feet.

“Fuck, let go!” Cuntrag demanded. “Please!”

I didn’t care as I pulled her by the nipple. Mark followed after, leaving Chasity moaning on the table as Violet greedily ate her snatch, and Thamina and Lillian gasping as they fucked each other. Fiona and Desiree followed after me, as curious as Mark.

I led Sister Cuntrag up the stairs, pulling hard on her nipple every time the bitch balked. The whore whimpered the entire way up the stairs. I led her into the bathroom and shoved her into the shower. Sister Cuntrag landed on her side on the shower floor. I pulled off my strap-on and squatted over her.

“You ready to be our slave?” I demanded as I relaxed my bladder.

“Whore!” Sister Cuntrag hissed in defiance. “You fucking—”

The cunt’s tirade spluttered off into choking gasps as my pee splashed onto her face and into her open mouth. I shuddered in delight as Sister Cuntrag tried to curl up in a ball to protect her face as my yellow piss splashed all over her body. I loved degrading my slut.

“You’re just filth,” I moaned, pinching my clit as my urine streamed out of me.

“Such a filthy whore,” Mark agreed.

“Umm,” I sighed as my stream slowed until until only a few squirts of piss remained. Then I grabbed Mark’s cock and pointed it at the bitch. “Your turn.”

Mark pulled me against him as his piss streamed out. I guided his cock, spraying his piss all over Sister Cuntrag’s body. I laughed as the urine matted her curly hair, spilled across her breasts, and splashed on her welted ass while Cuntrag sobbed.

It was fun spraying her down.

I moved the spray up to her face, the bitch covering her eyes with her arms, exposing her round breasts and hard nipples. Mark’s stream was dying. I aimed the last bit, soaking her breasts, yellow rivulets trickling down her orbs.

“Clean the bitch up,” I ordered Fiona and Desiree when Mark stopped pissing. “Feed and water her, and then throw her back into the closet.” I looked down at the drenched Cuntrag. “Unless you’re ready to be our slave? All you have to do is beg us.”

Sister Cuntrag just sobbed.

“We’ll clean her up, mi Reina,” Desiree purred.

“Master, I have to pee,” Fiona grinned.

“There’s your toilet,” Mark told her, pointing at the sobbing nun.

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Sister Cuntrag

Pee covered my body, stinging my eyes and irritating my welted ass. Sobs wracked my body. It was too much. They beat me, they left me in a closet, they raped me. And now they pissed on me. I wiped urine from my eyes and looked up to see a red-furred pussy, Fiona, and another stream of acrid piss splashed into my face.

If you just gave in, be their slave, this will all stop.

I forced that traitorous voice back down with anger. No! I’ve been a slave once. I could still remember Susanne dominating me all those years again, making me her lesbian whore.

Never fucking again!

But you came on his cock, the voice kept whispering. You enjoyed the rape. Just give in, Cuntrag.

No, no, no, no! I beat those traitorous thoughts down with my anger.

Cold water splashed on my body as they turned the shower on. I shivered on the shower floor as Fiona and Desiree wiped the urine from my body. Then they hauled me up and dried me off. The towel was painfully rough on my tender ass. Fiona, clearly inspired by Mary, grabbed my nipple and pulled me downstairs. It hurt so bad, my tender nipple stretched painfully between Fiona’s fingers.

I was ravenously hungry and Charity unlocked the handcuffs while I ate. I wolfed down the cold French toast and gulped down the glass of water. But once I was done eating, the handcuffs snapped back on, my arms bound behind my back. Chasity roughly led me back to my closet and threw me inside, slamming the door.

I curled up in the dark, my body sore, and sobbed quietly.

The traitorous voice returned, whispering poison in my mind: just give in and be their slave.

I beat that traitorous thought down. But it would just come back. Over and over. And each time it was harder and harder to fight.

Just give in and be their slave.

“No,” I moaned. “No, no, no. I’m Sister…” I couldn’t even say Louise Afra thanks to his commands.

I sobbed in the darkness. I would never escape this closet.

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Mark Glassner

Mary and I left as the shower hissed on, hosing off the bitch that had tried to destroy our lives. My cock throbbed, excitement pumping through my veins. I followed the plump ass of my fiancee as she strode down the hall into our bedroom.

I grinned and followed her in.

But Mary went for the shower, the water hissing on. “You coming, Mark?” she purred.

“Yes, I am,” I answered, my cock swollen and hard. I stroked myself as I pushed into the bathroom.

The glass shower doors were open, and my fiancee stepped in, the hissing water matting down her auburn hair. She turned, flashing me an inviting smile. I couldn’t resist. My cock throbbed with the need to plunder her body.

“God, you are beautiful,” I panted, stepping into the warm spray of water.

“Degrading the bitch made me so wet,” Mary panted as I pushed her against the shower wall.

I kissed her hard, rubbing my hard cock against her stomach as her arms wrapped around me. Her thighs parted, her hips humping wantonly. She was as horny as I was. I grabbed my cock, guiding it between her legs.

Mary shuddered and moaned into my kiss as I buried into her pussy. I savored every inch of her wet, tight sheath. Mary wrapped her legs around my waist as I bottomed out in her sopping depths.

“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, breaking our kiss. “Fuck me hard! Make me cum! I need it so bad!”

“Yes,” I groaned and pounded my fiancee.

Mary was tight and wet, and I fucked her madly. Her hips writhed, working her hot pussy on my shaft. We were both excited, both frantically trying to cum as fast as possible. The warm water beat on us, inflaming our lust. My hands roamed up her wet body, groping her perky tits and squeezing her plump ass. I enjoyed every inch of her silky skin.

My balls ached, slapping into her as I pounded her. Mary’s fingers bit into my back, her gasps growing louder. Her hard nipples rubbed against my chest as she bucked into my thrusts. I sucked on her neck, loving her moans.

“Pound me, stud! Oh, fuck! That’s it! Pound your naughty filly! Yes! Yes! I’m going to cum so fucking hard on your cock, Mark! So goddamn hard!”

“Do it!” I groaned, her pussy tightening on my cock. “Cum on my cock! And then I’ll explode in you!”

“Yes!” she gasped, shuddering in my arms as her orgasm burned through her.

Her pussy convulsed about my cock. I loved making my filly cum hard. I buried into her pussy, a shudder rippling through me as my balls tightened. And then I erupted. Load after load flooded her tight pussy, each blast sending a spike of bliss through me.

“Mare!” I grunted, holding her tight. “Oh, yes, Mare! I love you!”

Mary shuddering turned to shaking, and then she was sobbing, clenching me tightly.

“It’s okay, Mare,” I said, stroking her back, not sure why she was crying.

“It is okay, Mark,” she sobbed. “That bitch can’t hurt me! Can’t hurt us! She’s nothing. She’s just an ant!”

Mary was smiling and crying, and I realized that all the fear, shame, and pain she experienced yesterday at the nun’s hand was spilling out of her. Fucking the nun with the strap-on had been a release for Mary.

My fiancee was right. We were going to be fine.

Something relaxed about my heart, a tension I wasn’t really aware of loosened it’s tight grip. It was the fear of being at the nun’s mercy, I realized. But how could you fear a woman you just pissed on while she cried in a shower?

“We’re going to be fine,” I laughed and kissed my fiancee.

We held each other for awhile, and then we washed quickly as the hot water heater ran out of steam. Shivering, we spilled out of the shower and dried off. I headed for our bed, sprawling back on it naked as Mary walked to the closet.

“Does this make me look hot?” Mary asked, holding a short, red skirt up to her naked hips.

“Yeah, Mare,” I grinned at her. How could she not look hot? “What’re you doing?”

“Oh, getting ready for my date with Alice,” Mary answered, turning back to her closet. “When do you want to buy all the neighbor’s houses?”

Date? I looked at Mary. She was trying to find the perfect outfit for her date?

Jealousy stabbed at my heart. Just who was Alice to Mary? I thought they were friends. But you don’t date your friend.

No, don’t be stupid, Mark. You’re reading too much into it. Mary loves you. She’s just going to have fun with her friend. You had fun with Madeleine and Anastasia today. It’s no different. She’s wearing the ring you gave her. She was looking at bridal magazines. She’s excited to marry you. She loves you.

“Mark?” Mary asked, pulling on the red skirt. “Hello. When do you want to meet with Alice to buy the houses?”

“Oh, right,” I said, snapping out of my jealous fog. “Well, tomorrow is Wednesday, right?” Without a job, it was getting a little harder to remember.

Mary nodded.

“Let’s see…I got that meeting with the Police Chiefs at LESA in the afternoon. So, Thursday, I guess. Around five.”

“Okay, hun,” she said, pulling on a matching, red halter top. “You should call your sister. The sooner you can…be with her, the better.”

“What about you and your sisters?”

Mary paused, in the middle of pulling on some black, knee high stockings. “I…I’m not ready for that, yet,” she said, her voice tight with anxiety. “Maybe after seeing you and your sister together…”

“Sure, babe.” I reached for my phone and scrolled through my contacts.

Mary continued pulling up the stockings. “What’re you going to do today, Mark?”

“Well, I’m going to have the sluts go and get some actually slutty clothes today. I think I’ll chaperon them.” I told Mary. Their last trip to the mall to buy clothes had ended with most of our sluts dominated by Sister Cuntrag. “Maybe rob another bank or buy some more cars.”

“Sounds good, hun.”

I pressed call when I found Antsy phone number. The phone rang a few times then went to her voice mail. “Hey sis, its Mark. Call me back, it’s very important.” I sighed, ending the call. I looked at Mary. “Anty’s ignoring me. She usually does when I call. She prefers texts.” I typed a text to send to her, letting her know it was really important that we speak in person.

“How do I look?” Mary asked when she finished dressing.

“Fuck, you look hot,” I told her. And she did. The halter top showed off her tits well, and the skirt was short, exposing an inch of snowy thighs above her stocking tops. And nothing was sexier then a woman wearing thigh-high stockings.

“I do, don’t I,” Mary said, preening in the mirror. “I’m also going to do a little shopping. Gets some new clothes and maybe some jewelry.”

“Yeah, sure,” I told her. “There’s a basement full of cash.”

Mary nodded. “I guess there is, I hadn’t really thought of it.”

I was about to say something when my phone chirped. It was Antsy texting me back. “Sorry bro, I’m on a plane heading for Miami. See you in a week.”

“Shit!” I said. “She’s out of town for a week.”

“Oh, no!” Mary gasped. Then she swallowed, her eyes widening.

“One of us needs to be able to see a nun’s aura,” I told Mary.

She nodded her head, taking a deep breath. “I guess I’ll call my sisters then. In a bit. But I need to going. Bye, hun.”

Mary fled out of the bedroom. I laid back on the bed, sighing in annoyance. If only my sister had picked up. I could have ordered her to come home. But she wouldn’t pick up. Then a naughty thrill went through me. Mary would have to fuck her sisters. I pictured three redheads writhing together.

I couldn’t wait to see that.

To be continued…

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