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 Note: The following is fiction.  The characters in this story have been
made up.  The content of the story is not representative of the writer's
beliefs, opinions or attitudes.  This is story is intended for adult
entertainment only.
I would like to thank by friend, Loni, for the idea behind this story -

great inspiration.  Thanks.

   Codes: GLBT themes, Cohesion, Corruption, Lolita, NC, Rape, Bondage,
Sadism, WS, Drug use, MC, Religious Themes, Devil Worship.

   THE CURE - CHAPTER 1 TO 6 - SYNOPSIS

   Most Christians believe that homosexuality is a disease.  Some of them
think of it as a mental disorder, while others see it is actually a
manifestation of sexual demons - like a form of demonic possession. 
Whatever their understanding of homosexuality, they all denounce homosexual
behaviour, male, female, bisexual or transgender as something that is
against God's laws, against the natural laws as described in the Holy Bible
- which to them is God's word.

   This is not something new; in fact Christians have been trying to cure
gay boys and girls, and men and women since the time of Sodom and Gomorrah.
The Sodomites are cursed to damnation for their perverted behavior.  They
have used various methods to assert 'heterosexual desires' in the minds of
those who have strayed from the so-called righteous path.  They have used
conversion therapy, also known as reparative therapy; they have employed
chemical castration with hormonal treatment; aversive treatments such as
the application of electric shock to the hands and/or genitals; and
nausea-inducing drugs, administered simultaneously with the presentation of
homoerotic stimuli for masturbatory reconditioning.

   This is the basis of this story.  One of our two victims is Richard
Collins.  He was born a health young boy, maybe a little shorter than
average and possibly not the star athlete of the school either, but never
the less a happy individual who enjoyed creativity and close friends.  The
other victim is Lori Walters.  She was a bright-eyed young girl who also
was a little late in the development cycle, with a petite frame and pretty
and gentle face.  Her complexion was always pale as she was not the
outdoors type.  Enter the two protagonists; Dr.  Alex Falkner, an East
German psychoanalyst and innovator of a revolutionary new treatment called
the A.N.G.E.L therapy; and the Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton of the
Black Cross Ministry - both famed for their convictions to purge the world
of the gay plague.



   THE CURE - CHAPTER 3 (RICHARD'S STORY - 2,432 WORDS)

   In consequence of Mr.  and Mrs.  Collins' horrific discovery, Brother
William took their son, Richard or Little Dicky as they called him, away to
see the highly revered Dr.  Faulkner.  Brother William escorted the young
boy towards a large modern building with the name `Eternity Institution'
emblazoned high upon its featureless walls.

   They had traveled quite a distance from his home and all the time Little
Dicky had been crying to himself.  His face was stained wet with his tears
of self-pity.  He was of course deeply ashamed of what he had done.  He
knew that he had hurt is mother and father and that they were equally
shamed at having a sodomite as a son.  God hates faggots and queers and
there is no place in heaven for them.  They all went straight to hell.  He
also felt that God hated him for his sinful and shameful feelings - for
being tempted by the Devil and for doing the Devil's passion.  Especially
that he had performed the 'Devil's dance'.

   Little Dicky had overheard the words of the priest saying that the
'DEVIL WAS TRANSGENDERED' and his most recent memory of enjoying the look
of the Thai ladyboys had shown his desire to undeniably worship the Devil
through his sexual perversion.  He knew that the priest was taking him
somewhere to be cured of his sickness.  The priest had told his parents
that there was a doctor that would treat him to make him better.  He would
never masturbate ever again, as God was his witness, Little Dicky prayed
for redemption.

   "You must pray hard my son.  Pray for forgiveness." Reinforced Brother
William.

   "Yes Father."

   "The Devil's in your loins boy.  You are infected by sex demons that
have driven you to this carnal wickedness - you must be cleansed of these
evil homosexual thoughts; you must be saved from these perverted gay
impulses."

   "Oh.  Yes Father I will." Said the timid young boy.  He was physically
shaking with the fear of God.

   "Dr.  Faulkner's A.N.G.E.L.  therapy can only help you so far.  You must
pray.  Pray for forgiveness.  You must pray hard and repent from this
sinful path my son."

   "I'm scared Father."

   "You should be son.  The Devil's inside you now - inside your genitals.
Many Christians believe that homosexuals should be castrated as they go
against the word of God himself - as it says in the bible 'a man shall not
lie with another man as man may lay with a woman' - but we believe there is
still a glimmer of hope for you yet."

   "Oh Father.  Help me.  Please!" Cried the boy.

   xxxxx

   Beyond the closed doors of the Eternity Institute, Brother William and
the boy where met by Dr.  Alex Faulkner herself.  She was an elegant woman
dressed in a pure white laboratory coat in her late-forties with her oily
black hair tied back in a bun, not particularly tall, but very slim and
wiry.  She stared down at Little Dicky through her black-rimmed spectacles.

   "Thank you Brother William.  Welcome to the Eternity Institute.  So this
is the miscreant, Master Richard Collins?" Asked Dr.  Faulkner.

   "Yes Doctor." Answered the priest.

   "And you may call me Dr.  F." Said Dr.  Faulkner ignoring boy's
apprehensions whilst looking at him as if he were a specimen.

   "Yes...  Dr.  F." Answered Little Dicky trying to be polite despite is
fear.

   "I am glad you sort my advice in this matter Brother William.  I must
say that not all can be cured, but I have had a higher success rate than
most.  He's younger and smaller than you described."

   "The Devil doesn't discriminate.  For the Devil, the younger the
better." Said the priest with a grimace.

   "Yes of course.  Anyway, I have read the case notes and he will be
perfect for the A.N.G.E.L.  therapy.  The therapy will involve a series of
assessments and stimuli based on changing the patient's perception of
sexuality.  Now let me see, I have processed his documents.  Let's bring
him through and get started on in Room `A' immediately." Her tone was very
cold, analytical and matter-of-fact.

   xxxxx

   Little Dicky's heart beat fast beneath his chest bone as he was quickly
ushered down into the bowels of the building and through its deserted
hallways.  The only sound was that of Dr.  F.'s footsteps against the
polished concrete floor, as she strutted along on the points of her
stiletto heels.  They stopped along a corridor with five doors - each with
the letter that spelt the word ANGEL.  Dr.  F.  turned the handle of the
door marked with a large capital letter 'A' and they all entered a whitish
room without any windows.  Little Dicky noticed that one wall was a
complete floor-to-ceiling mirror and the other had a large flat screen
mounted on it.  There was padded white chair facing the monitor.

   A young female assistant dressed in a white laboratory coat collected
the boy's bag and held a translucent plastic container.

   "Please remove your cloths." Instructed the young assistant casually, as
if asking Little Dicky to pass the pepper and salt at dinner.

   Little Dicky undressed reluctantly.  The room was not cold, but he got
goose bumps being naked before the priest, doctor and the female assistant.
He felt exposed and when he got down to his underpants he stopped.

   "Take them off." Barked Dr.  F.

   Little Dicky made a vain attempt to cover him self.  The female
assistant collected Little Dicky's cloths in the container marked with his
patient code, H52, and then guided him to the padded white seat and
indicated that Little Dicky should sit down.  He did.  The seat was strange
as it had a raised ridge and rounded nub that when he sat down upon it, it
firstly separated his buttocks and pressed upwards against his perineum -
the nub penetrated his sphincter.  Little Dicky felt strange but not
unpleasant.  It was like putting his finger inside is bum as he had done a
few times before.  The female assistant fastened the white leather straps
across his wrists and then his ankles securing the naked Little Dicky to
the white chair.

   "Attach the penile plethysmograph." Instructed Dr.  F.  to her young
assistant.  Talking into her Dictaphone, the doctor began to make remarks.
"Male patient, Caucasian, aged 11 years, reported to have exhibited
homosexual tendencies.  Starting Analysis phase."

   The female assistant retrieved a small device that resembled a flat
plastic bracelet that was connected to a monitor by two wires.  The
assistant bent over Little Dicky and wrapped the device around the base of
his flaccid penis.  It was the first time anyone had touched his penis and
Little Dicky, despite his embarrassment, felt a little excited by the
assistant's touch.  It was over quickly and with the device attached, the
assistant stood back.

   "So this is the start of the process doctor?  How does it work?" Asked
the priest.

   "Well, Brother William, our A.N.G.E.L.  therapy has five step process.
We start with the ANALYSIS phase, of evaluating and measuring; this is
followed by the NEOPHYTE phase, where the patient is subjected to some
intense behavior modifications.  The GELDING phase is where we intercept
behaviors under extreme duress.  By then the patient is at make or break -
if the patent responds to this phase he or she will then go onto the
ELEMENTARY phase of acceptance, followed by the LIBERTY phase of
re-integration, where they can be reintroduced to their family environment.
However, if they have not responded positively to the GELDING phase, they
will return to Room `N' in a loop until they do respond positively."

   "What about that gadget?  What does that do?"

   "I am assuming that you are referring to the penile plethysmograph?"

   "Err, yes."

   "Well Brother Williams, it simply monitors the girth of the subject's
penis.  We will commence audiovisual stimulation shortly and it will tell
us the extent to which he is sexually excited by what he experiences.  We
have a similar device for young girls that measures blood flow to their
vaginal passages.

   "Interesting."

   "Now, let my assistant, take you through to the viewing room and we will
commence."

   The attractive young assistant led the priest away and Little Dicky was
along with the Doctor.  Now alone with Dr.  F., Little Dicky felt his
anxiety almost too much to bear.  He wanted to cry, but also wanted to be
strong, as Brother William had advised him.  He closed his eye in a silent
prayer.

   "In a moment you will see a video.  Many videos in fact, dirty, filthy
pornographic videos, that you will keep watching until they stop - can you
do that?" Asked the doctor.

   Little Dicky nodded again.

   The doctor picked up a remote control, pressed a few buttons and then
left the room.  Little Dicky was now completely alone - though his audience
observed him from behind the two-way mirror.

   Dr.  F.  entered the observation room where her female assistant and the
priest were waiting.  Talking again in her Dictaphone the doctor recorded
further notations.  "In a moment the patient will be exposed to a series of
sexual acts heterosexual, lesbian, gay and transgender for analysis of
sexual responsiveness."

   xxxxx

   The video screen came alive.  Little Dicky did not know what to expect,
only that he felt a little less intimidated without everyone else around
and had began to settle down somewhat.

   The first scene was a young male, about 15 years old, and young female
of about the same age, undressing.  They began to kiss and fondle one
another; this lead to mutual masturbation.  Soon the boy sucked the girl's
perk little breasts as he fingered her shaved pussy and then the girl began
to suck his hard cock.  The cute couple started to fuck in quick a raunchy
way, with the both of them moaning loudly and using profane language.  It
was all rather straightforward and Little Dicky watched ambivalently - he
liked it when the girl wrapped her lips around the young boy's nice hard
cock, groaning and making loud sucking noises, but after that the whole
fucking scene was rather vanilla.

   Next, the scene involved two very cute thirteen-year-old girls and was
also rather sensual with lots of tongue kissing, fondling and intimate
touching.  The two girls giggled and laughed as they played with each other
- stroking each other tenderly and orally copulating in a sixty-nine
position.  The camera zoomed in closely, as the tongue-fucked each other.
Little Dicky quickly got bored and found it also tedious, though both girls
were very young, sexy and attractive - he felt only a vague stimulation.

   The following scene opened with three young boys, no other than eleven
or twelve, all completely naked and already highly aroused - they looked
directly into the lens of the camera and were laughing at the instructions
being given to them to touch themselves, nevertheless they complied with
the directions off camera and were soon rubbing their own cocks in full
view of Little Dicky - who was immediately aroused to full erection.  The
pretty young boys looked as if they were really enjoying this form of
voyeurism.  As the camera came close to each of them in succession, they
openly showed their full enjoyment of their masturbatory techniques.

   Following further instruction, one of the three boys knelt down before
the other.  The kneeling boy pulled the other boy's foreskin fully back
exposing the angry knob-end of his upright penis.  First, using his tongue,
he wrapped it around the wet crown and pressed it into his piss slit.  He
then took it between his parted lips, sucking the engorged head as the
recipient bucked hard against his face with the intensity of this
pleasuring.

   Little Dicky could clearly hear their groans of intimate pleasure - his
own cock throbbed with blood flow making his cock pulse as he began to leak
pre-cum.  Little Dicky desperately needed to rub himself, but with the
restrains all he could do is buck back and forth against the little nub in
the seat.  The third boy then knelt behind the boy being sucked and the
camera followed him, as he began to lick hungrily between the clefs of the
standing boy's buttocks.  The camera zoomed in and caught the image of his
pink little tongue plunging into the boy's puckered little crack, licking
around the brown flower, pushing his tongue inside as far as he could. 
Little Dicky wished he had two young boys doing that to him.

   The final scene began with two of the same pre-teen boys kneeling before
a third participant wearing a very short latex skirt.  As the camera panned
upwards, it was obvious that the third participant was a feminine
cross-dresser, with small bubble-like silicone breasts and an enormous cock
that poked out from under the short skirt.  Both boys took turns in sucking
the cross-dresser's drooling cock - neither able to take more than the
first four inches into their eager young mouths.  The cross-dresser rubbed
her stiff little nipples and pressed the boys faces harder against her
urgent groin.

   Little Dicky was so excited.  He thought the scene with the boys alone
was hot, but this was even hotter - he hoped that the cross-dresser would
fuck the boys with her pink-red cock as he pushed as hard as he could
against the little nub that slide further up his anus.  The cross-dresser
groaned in pleasure and soon Little Dicky's fantasy started to play out. 
With one boy on all fours; he was sandwiched between the cross-dresser
whose cock head was pressed up against his tiny bubble butt; and the other
young boy whose cock filled his mouth.  They were all thrusting back and
forth, groaning loudly.  Little Dicky's cock felt as if he could cum
without even being touched as his mind focused on the stiff flesh of the
cross-dresser cock entering the boy's tight pink anus.  The cross-dresser
grunted and thrust in and out of the boy's poop tube.  Little Dicky was
fascinated - how the young boy could take so much cock into his ass.  He
was sure that it was impossible.  Suddenly, with an enigmatic grin, the
cross-dresser abruptly pulled her shit-stained cock from the boy's ass just
in time for it to ejaculate, in thick white wads, over the boy's open
brown-eye.

   Dr.  F.  studied their new subject closely.  The readings from the
penile plethysmograph on the remote monitor showed clearly Little Dicky's
reaction had attained the maximum level of sexual stimulation.

   "Subject responded to initial stimulus." Recorded Dr.  F.  into her
Dictaphone.  She seemed satisfied with the test results.

   THE CURE - CHAPTER 4 (LORI'S STORY - 2,462 WORDS)

   Lori returned home.  She could still taste Raven's nasty pussy in her
mouth when she unlocked the front door and dropped her heavy school bag in
the quiet hallway of their home.  She looked up at the large crucifix upon
the hallway wall and remembered that she was supposed to have gone to Bible
class - instead she had been with Raven all afternoon.  She stunk of sweat,
urine and sex.  She needed a shower before anyone could see the mess she
was in - her usual spotlessness replaced with a bedraggled mess.

   "Lori?" It was the voice of her mother coming from the living room.

   "Yer mom it's me - going to the shower." She answered.

   "Can you please come here first?"

   "Can it wait?  I really need a shower after sports." She pretended.

   "It cannot wait.  Can you come here now?" Her mother's voice sounded
disturbed and very sad - almost to the point of cracking up.

   Lori stuck her head around the corner.  In the living room were her
mother, Laura, and father, Martin, and Sister Maria from the local parish
church.  Missing her Bible class?  Oh dear, she quickly tried to think of
excuses for her absence.

   "Lori, please come in." Insisted Laura.

   "We missed you at Bible class today Lori." Stated Sister Maria.

   "We need to talk." Said Martin sternly.  Lori could sense that she was
in real trouble this time and there would be no escape.  She thought about
retreating - but really, where would she retreat too?

   "We need to talk to you about this." Said Sister Maria, holding out
Lori's diary.

   Lori's heart stopped.  It was as if all the air in the room had suddenly
been sucked out - she could not breath.  Lori looked at her diary knowing
full well its graphic contents.  She stepped forward and snatched at it,
but the nun withdrew it and Lori could only stumble forward between the
three accusers.

   "Your mother and father are extremely worried about you.  And I must add
my own feelings of grave concern for your morality child."

   "It's private.  Give it back.  You have no right!" Cried Lori.

   "You have always been such a good girl.  This is not the Lori that we
brought up?  The Lord, as my witness, we never intended this sort of
behaviour!" Bemoaned her Mother, Laura.  "It's that wicked friend of
yours...  that evil little Goth girl...  that `Raven' bitch, from your
school.  She has been a toxic influence on you!"

   Martin held Laura in his arms, comforting her in this extreme moment of
stress.

   "Demons have the ability to bring about many forms of sickness and
diseases.  Our minds are subject to their evil torture that may come in
many kinds of fears.  It is Jesus that showed us the power that was given
unto him by God, over all unclean spirits and over all manners of
sicknesses of the flesh.  It is Satan that sinned against God; was cursed;
and cast out of heaven.  All the angels that were united with him were also
cast out and called demons...  this Raven...  she sounds as if she could be
one of them!" Asserted Sister Maria.

   Lori simply did not know what to say.  She wept openly.  Embarrassed. 
Angry.  Confused about everything.

   "Can you help her?  Can you save my daughter from damnation, Sister
Maria?" Asked Martin.

   "You have a sickness my dear." Explained Sister Maria in a rather matter
of fact manner.  "Demons have infected you.  Sex demons have corrupted your
soul.  When you open yourself to sins of the flesh - these evil creatures
can be passed from person to person.  Most likely `Raven' is infected... 
and in turn she has poisoned you too.  You show all the signs of
infestation.  But don't worry; we are here to help you.  I will take you to
a place where they can rid you of these unclean spirits - there is a
Reverend Mother there that I have been told about and she will know exactly
what to do."

   "So it's not too late Sister?" Asked Martin.

   "No, it is not too late.  There is a cure." Assured Sister Maria.  "But
we must move quickly, if we are to be effectual - I will take her to the
Black Cross Ministry without delay."

   "We will go with you Sister."

   "No...  Martin and Laura...  this is a journey that Lori must make alone
- the Reverend Mother of the Black Cross Ministry will be there to guide
her...  but there is nothing left for either of you to do.  Just trust in
the Lord."

   "Amen." Said Laura.

   xxxxx

   It was already dark by the time Sister Maria and Lori arrived at the old
monastery that served as the home of the Black Cross Ministry.  It was
situated in a remote rural area, surrounded on all side by spasmodic
woodlands and farms.  She bought the miscreant girl, still dressed in her
school cloths to the offices of the Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton - the
foremost expert in the curing of sexual vices.

   The room was stark with only an over-sized wooden desk; large wardrobe
to one side and an imposing large black cross upon the bare stonewalls. 
The single naked light bulb was insufficient to really illuminate the
entire room - giving it an overbearing, gloomy feel.

   Upon arrival, Sister Agatha, the Reverend Mother's aid, had suggested
that Lori change into the simple clothing of an acolyte before being
brought before the Reverend Mother for evaluation.

   "We are all children of the Lord my dear.  Amen" Said Sister Agatha. 
Her hand stroked Lori's hair gently back into place.  "Let's get you out of
these cloths that smell of evil deeds.  Don't be afraid my dear - though
the Reverend Mother will be here shortly to test you, she is here to cure
you.  Remember that." Assured Sister Agatha with a broad smile upon her
face.  Sister Agatha seemed to be more understanding of the situation, so
Lori put up little resistance.  She dressed in the course, loose fitting
material of the one-piece tunic that looked as if it belonged to a
different century.  Lori tried to put up a braver front.  She liked this
Sister Agatha, as she seemed not to be so condescending and cruel.

   "There you are." Added Sister Agatha, getting Lori something to wipe her
fresh tears.  Turning to Sister Maria, she said.  "Sister Maria, thank you
for bringing young Lori to the Reverend Mother.  She will be here shortly.
You have done the right thing."

   "Thank you Sister Agatha.  Lori's parents are so worried."

   "They need not worry any further.  Their prayers will be answered."
Sister Agatha turned back to Lori, lightly caressing the girl's naked
shoulders and arms.  "Now when the Reverend Mother comes to test you... 
you must do whatever she asks you to do, without question, without delay.
Do you understand?"

   Lori just nodded.  Sister Maria passed Lori's diary to Sister Agatha.

   "Shall I wait here with her?" Asked Sister Maria, as she was unfamiliar
with this situation.

   "No.  The Reverend Mother will see her first.  She will know what to do
with Lori - these young ones are so vulnerable; so easily mislead...  and
the forces of darkness are extremely powerful and persuasive my dear."
Again, she touched Lori's bare arms in a soothing and reassuring way.  Lori
ventured a glimpse of a smile - unsure of her fate.  "Now, Sister Maria,
please wait in the antechamber, the Reverend Mother will address you after
the testing."

   Sister Maria reluctantly left the room to pray and await the verdict of
the Reverend Mother.

   xxxxx

   The Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton was a strong, lean woman of some
fifty years but was confined to a wheelchair.  Her presence instilled an
abrupt change in Sister Agatha, from an intuitive motherly-type to austere
and militant in her demeanor.  Sister Agatha's hold on Lori's arm became
like an iron grip - holding her like a prisoner in readiness for
conviction.

   Lori stood awkwardly next to Sister Agatha before her large oak wood
desk in the stark office.  Lori looked up at the large black cross with the
twisted naked body of Jesus Christ cast in shining silver - the literal
symbol of the Black Cross Ministry.  She had never seen Jesus depicted
completely naked before, as his groin were usually covered in some draped
cloth cover.  Stretched and twisted in agony, his cock appeared large and
aroused.

   Sister Agatha jerked Lori's attention back to the crippled Reverend
Mother who said nothing straight away.  She simply waved her hand,
signalling to Sister Agatha to lock the door.  Sister Agatha did as she was
instructed in complete silence and then returned to Lori's side.  Across
the large desk lay, before the Reverend Mother, laid Lori's diary.

   "Sister Maria has explained your situation...  she believes that you
could be saved from the clutches of the sex demons that possess your
soul... she believes that you could be cured...  do you want to be cured
Lori?" Asked the Reverend Mother.

   "Yes." Said Lori.

   "YES REVEREND MOTHER." Corrected Sister Agatha.

   "I mean...  yes...  Reverend Mother." Lori stuttered in a mousy voice.
Feeling intimidated, she spoke almost inaudibly.

   "I see.  And this is your diary?"

   "Yes...  Reverend Mother." Replied Lori as she began to weep again
openly.  This time there was no sympathy from Sister Agatha.

   The Reverend Mother offered a thin-lipped smile.  "Now, now.  Don't cry.
You need to be brave.  We are here to test you my dear.  Test you to see if
we can save you...  to test you to see if we can drive out these wicked sex
demons that seem to have infested your loins."

   The Reverend Mother picked up Lori's diary and studied it intensely as
Lori stood in front of her squirming with embarrassment.  She wanted to
die. Nothing could be worse than this.  The Reverend Mother took her time
to read Lori's hand written notes and study her perverted drawings.  She
sighed occasionally as she turned the pages.  It was an agonizing process
for Lori, as she knew too well all the wicked thoughts that she recorded
there - never intending them ever to be seen or read by another... 
especially not by someone like the Reverend Mother to read from cover to
cover.

   "Lick my wet slutty CUNT!" Said the Reverend Mother, reading out loud
from Lori's diary.  "Frig me hard!  I FUCK HER FACE and pray to the DEVIL
as she makes me CUM."

   Lori continued to cry - sobbing louder as the Reverend Mother read her
words with contempt and distaste.  Sister Agatha held Lori firmly as she
awaiting instruction from the Reverend Mother.

   "I'm her SLUT.  I drink her PISS!  Raven is the devil's daughter!"
Continued the Reverend Mother.  The scribbled drawing showed an image of
the two girls naked together, the smaller one lying on her back while the
other urinated over her face and into her open mouth - the pencil sketch
was highlighted by a dash of bright yellow to indicate the girl's piss
stream.

   "It's not what it seems." Mumbled Lori.

   "LIAR.  SLUT.  WHORE.  JEZEBEL!" Screamed the Reverend Mother.  She
looked furious.  Sister Agatha thrust Lori's face down across the wooden
desk over her open diary.  She was over a foot taller than the petite girl
and more than twice her body weight.  In one fluid movement the young nun
had hitched Lori's acolyte tunic up over her waist - exposing her nakedness
below.

   "Eurggggghh!  Please don't hurt me!  Don't hurt me!" Cried Lori, who was
now face down across her diary - she was completely exposed.

   "I can smell the sex demons inside of her Reverend Mother.  She reeks of
their diabolic odors." Stated Sister Agatha with fingers pressed against
the girl's exposed anus and labia - pushing her forefinger and index finger
inside the girl's cunt.  She brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted
them.

   "Indeed.  It's pungent." Affirmed the Reverend Mother.

   The Reverend Mother leaned across the desk and pulled Lori's head up by
the hair and pushed the open diary before her, pointing to a specific
passage of text that she had hand written.

   "Read your own blasphemous words.  Read your perverted diary to me. 
READ IT OUT LOUD!" Said the Reverend Mother, as Sister Agatha roughly
worked two fingers in and out of Lori's tight vagina.

   "Ahhhh!  It hurts.  Please stop." Cried Lori.

   "READ YOU BLASPHEMOUS CHILD!" Shouted the Reverend Mother, as Sister
Agatha pressed her fingers further up the girl's cunt.

   "Hail Lucifer!  Hail Beelzebub!  Hail Baphomet." Sobbed Lori.

   "LOUDER!" Ordered the Reverend Mother, raising her voice as Sister
Agatha thrust her slick-coated fingers in and out, faster and faster -
masturbating her as she read out loud.

   "HAIL LUCIFER!  LET ME STICK THE CRUCIFIX IN MY HOT WET HOLE.  RUB JESUS
HARD AGAINST MY CLIT."

   By now Sister Agatha's frigging was having the desired effect on the
young girl and despite her extreme discomfort and embarrassment, she was
getting wetter and wetter.  The arousal had not gone unnoticed by Sister
Agatha, whose fingers were slick with the juices of the girl's unwanted
arousal.

   "AND..." Urged the angry Reverend Mother.

   "SHE MAKES ME CUM.  FUCK!  SHIT!  CUNT!  HAIL SATAN.  HAIL THE DEVIL! 
PRAISE THE DEVIL!  GIVE ME CUM!"

   Lori was close to orgasm.  Panting and confused, she was still face down
across the table.  She felt Sister Agatha loosen her vice-like grip on her.
She had not stopped crying through the whole incident.  Sister Agatha
pulled her upright - facing the Reverend Mother again.

   "Stand upright SLUT." Ordered Sister Agatha.

   The Reverend Mother played the crucifix that hung around her neck on the
outside of her black habit.  Though her vision was blurred in the tears,
Lori noticed how it matched the large black cross that hung on the wall
immediately behind her.  She watched as the Reverend Mother toyed with its
black rounded crosspieces that held the twisted body of Jesus Christ.

   "Call Sister Maria in." Said the Reverend Mother.

   Sister Agatha pulled a hard wooden chair up and sat Lori down on it.

   "Don't move." She ordered.

   Sister Agatha left the room and returned with Sister Maria in tow.  The
Reverend Mother watched Lori intensely from behind her oversized desk. 
Sister Maria appeared and stood behind Lori.

   "The girl is infected with wickedness." Announced the Reverend Mother.
"It is the worst kind of wickedness - she is like a true Jezebel.  This
evilness is entrenched.  It is pervasive.  It has corrupted this girl
utterly and completely - we will need to act immediately, if we are to save
her soul from the grips of these sex demons."

   "Is there anything I can do?" Asked Sister Maria pleaded.

   "Unfortunately no.  This must be dealt with by means only at the
disposal of the Black Cross Ministry."

   xxxxx

   Chapter 5 & 6 to follow very shortly...

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