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Sister Mary Margaret (1/2)

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. A sainted religious
figure falls into the clutches of Katie McN. So, if a graphic
description of hot female sex might offend you in any way, it's
time to leave - now. And, if you feel ultra-mind control is not a
cool way to gain the sexual favors of a woman of the cloth,
you've got a lot to learn and just shouldn't be reading this
story. There's a bunch of other sleazy hetero sex and delicate
lesbian lovemaking happening here so consider yourself warned.

You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know.

This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel free
to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places where
people are interested in this sort of thing.

This story is dedicated to Denny Wheeler who is a very cool guy
who keeps me working with his encouragement and help. And, yes
John A, this is *the* Sister Mary Margaret who...well I'm sure
you remember.

Also, this is a picture challenge story and based on a binary
Souvie sent me. Will be posting it on the website tomorrow for
all to see and not believe. The girl is wicked, let me tell you.

---

Hi, I'm Katie Richardson and I'm being punished.

Everyone thinks I did something bad to Sister Mary Margaret, but
they can't prove any of it. Well, that doesn't seem to matter to
my stepmother, Dora Lee, she told me I'd have to stay in my room
all afternoon unless I was willing to give Sister Mary Margaret
back.

Hah, now that I'm 14, cruel and unusual punishment just won't
work on me anymore. Nope, why, I bet I could stay in my room a
whole day without breaking down.

Anyhow, it all started with my 14th birthday party.

Every single one of my friends was going to attend the big party
on Saturday night right here at the stately McN Mansion. Everyone
was looking forward to the big event because they knew my parents
would be out of town and we could get rid of the servants by
giving them $30 and a bottle of Ripple Wine.

Wow, sex, drugs, and rock and roll it is, my friends!

I was feeling sooo good when I woke up on Saturday, I needed a
quick hand job to clear my head. Ooooh, that was fun, now off to
get everything ready for the big gala.

I almost crapped when I walked into the Grizzly Adams Room on the
first floor of the stately McN mansion. The room was designed to
facilitate an intimate party of 50 to 100 guests and the usual
number of cocktail waitresses and bartenders required to serve
such a soiree.

A pink envelope was prominently displayed on the maitre de stand
just inside the large double door of the Griz (as we liked to
call the room in family conversation.)

I looked at the envelope and saw my name written across the front
in large purple scrawl. Shit, a fucking note from Dora Lee. What
the hell does she want now.

Holy Shit!

The envelope revealed a hand written page which informed me that
my parents decided it was not appropriate to have 75, 13 and 14
year old boys and girls attend a birthday slumber party without
adult supervision.

And, that's not the worst part. No, no, not by a long shot.

They told me that Sister Mary Margaret from St. Alphonso Boarding
School for Girls was going to attend the party as chaperon.

What is a girl to do? My parents fuck with me all the time, and I
never get a break. Crap, I'm not going to put up with this shit
any more and decided right then and there that it was time to
teach them a real lesson they wouldn't forget.

Of course I came out the winner, as usual, but I think I'll let
Sister Mary Margaret tell you the rest.

---

I'm Sister Mary Margaret and I want to tell you about a birthday
party that changed my life.

When my phone rang at St. Alphonso, I was so pleased when I heard
Dora Lee Richardson on the other end of the line. The Richardson
family donated over $87 million to the school building fund with
the promise of another $50 or 60 million if the first stipend ran
out.

The church so loved families willing to make those little
sacrifices.

Yes, yes, her daughter did cause a few small problems from time
to time, but she was just a little girl growing up. You just had
to expect a couple of irritations now and then. "Take the good
with the bad" is what I always say.

Anyhow, Dora Lee asked me to chaperon a birthday party for Katie
on Saturday night. She said that a few children would be coming
over for cake and ice cream. Dora Lee and her husband, JP, would
be flying to Austin to meet with Governor Bush, and she didn't
think they would be getting back in time to do the job
themselves.

"Why, certainly Dora Lee. I'd be so happy to help out with your
daughter's party. Sounds like real fun for all the children and
you all have fun visiting with the Governor."

I arrived at the party promptly at 6 PM, two full hours before
any of the guests were expected. I wanted to make sure that
everything was in order. Dora Lee also asked me to check the lock
on the W. C. Fields Liquor Room and I certainly did not want to
put any sort of temptation in the paths of these impressionable
children.

"My goodness, Katie. What are you wearing, girl?" I was shocked
when I saw how Katie was dressed. She wore a Versace Cocktail
Dress made from the finest silk. Her feet were adorned by a pair
of Sergio Rossi patent leather pumps with 5 inch high heels. A
single strand of black pearls highlighted her slender neck.

It always amazed me how rich people were so much better looking
than the poor. This was particularly true in Texas for some
reason. And, Katie certainly was no exception.

She must be about 5' 7" now and couldn't weigh an ounce over 117
pounds. Her thick blonde hair flowed like a river of gold over
her perfectly formed shoulders. I was surprised to see how well
developed she was for a girl who had just turned 14 this very
day.

Her breasts were nicely rounded and jutted out provocatively from
the skimpy dress she almost wore. Her behind looked like two
puppies fighting under a silk blanket. I was shocked when I
realized she wasn't wearing anything under the little dress. I'm
sure God would have thought up a new commandment if he had seen
Katie walking around in *that* outfit.

I told Katie she had to change into something more appropriate
for a girl of 14. She told me she would, but in all the confusion
she must have forgotten. Well, that was the least of my concerns
as things turned out.

I felt it was necessary to demonstrate my complete control over
the situation to avoid any problems later.

First, I instructed the servants to remove all the alcoholic
beverages from the room and secure the bottles in a locked
storage facility. Several of the cocktail waitresses told me that
they were quite used to checking IDs and they didn't think they
would have much trouble with this crowd, but I was having none of
it. These were 13 and 14 year olds for heaven's sake.

Next, I moved purposefully toward the musicians who were doing a
sound check. Why, was that a classic Bob Wills tune sweetly
flowing out of the 8 foot high speakers. My goodness, the Texas
Playboys were my personal favorites. I'm so sure they are all in
heaven's symphony orchestra.

"Hi, Sister, I'm George Jones and this is my band leader and
musical director, Pred." I had to say two quick Hail Marys and an
Our Father to overcome the strange feeling of temptation that
tried to overcome me as I spoke with two of the most important
people in the music business. Undoubtedly, the two most handsome
men I'd ever seen, as well.

As far as I knew, this would be the first time that George Jones
actually performed in one of his scheduled concerts. For some
reason, he had missed every concert he was supposed to perform in
for the last 52 years.

Now I heard Pred and the Predtones on the radio once. I was
surprised that Mr. Jones would hire a group like the Predtones
since they played nothing but Jazz and Polka music. Oh well, I
guess they work cheap.

I asked George not to sing any song that referenced alcoholic
beverages, prisons, loose women or pick up trucks. He said he
would see what he could do, but figured singing God Bless America
over and over just might upset the crowd. I knew I could count
on Pred to help out if there was a lull in the action.

---

When Dora Lee said there would be a few children over for Katie's
party, I didn't realize she meant 75 of the most *unique* people
I ever met. Yes, they all were 13 or 14, but seemed much older
somehow. They certainly were more experienced than most of the
teenagers I met. In fact they seemed far more experienced than
most of the people I knew.

I could see that I would spend a lot of quality time pushing some
of these little animals apart when they tried to have sex on the
dance floor. Of course I was up to the task. Just to be safe, I
decided to ask George Jones to only play Western Swing music so
there would not be a chance that anyone would have any fun.

I headed to the back of the stage where the band was gathered and
saw the whole group clustered around a table. There seemed to be
an uproar over something, but I couldn't get a good look at what
they were doing. I did smell a pungent odor and felt I should
give Dora Lee an air freshener recommendation.

I was shocked at the change in George in the few minutes since I
saw him last. He looked at me with unfocused eyes and it seemed
that saliva was dripping out of his mouth although he didn't seem
to notice it.

"How ya doing, Sis. Hey darlin', can you still roll? Me and the
boys got some good shit here, but no one can hold the papers
steady enough for it to do us any good. Whatta ya say baby?"

Why, I couldn't believe that one of my music heroes would partake
in the use of a controlled substance. He seemed to have corrupted
the other musicians as well. I hurried away to ask Katie what she
felt her parents would want us to do under the circumstances.

I finally reached the main room just as the Predtones staggered
on to the stage. I couldn't believe those boys could still stand
up, let alone play some fine Classical Country Music.

I was real surprised when they warmed up the crowd by playing the
Jazz Crusader's version of "Song of India". Apparently George
didn't care for this particular piece of music either.

He came running out from backstage mumbling something about
hiring NSync next time. He started wrestling with Pred and in all
the confusion he fell off the stage and on to the hard surface of
the dance floor ten feet below. He didn't seem to be that hurt,
but wasn't moving around much either.

The Predtones tried to cover the loss of their lead singer by
playing a set consisting of the lost works of Ornette Coleman.
Most of the children had never heard of these songs, but they
seemed relieved to find that they were not going to have to
listen to five straight hours of country music and tried to
listen attentively as Pred blew some of the finest trombone and
tuba they had ever heard. The crowd went crazy when he played
"Flight of the Bumblebee" louder than it had ever been heard
before. The audience was stunned to say the least.

Katie realized that the band was not doing it for the audience so
she decided to start the entertainment early.

"Okay everybody gather round. We are going to have Professor
Sniff demonstrate the art of hypnotism."

I couldn't believe my eyes. Professor Sniff was a tenured faculty
member at University of Texas, Big Spring and the Head of the
Rocket Science Department. What was he doing here?

Well the good professor took the stage to answer my question.

"Hi everyone. I'm so glad to be here to show you how to use
hypnotism in daily life. It's so simple to use hypnotism to get
virtually anything you want."

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. Not only was
the man a charlatan, but he was looking down the front of Katie's
dress and had an obvious hard on. I knew I should have made Katie
change into a more subdued outfit.

I didn't want to ruin Katie's party, but this person was
obviously a fraud. Hypnotism was nothing more than a parlor
trick. Why did he want to mislead the children like this?

Right then, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

"Children, children, please listen to me. There are a few things
that you should know about hypnotism. First, no one can be
hypnotized against his or her will. Second, even if a person is
hypnotized, there is no possibility that the person would do
anything he or she wouldn't do under normal circumstances.
Finally, I must consider theatrical demonstrations like this to
be in very bad taste."

The teenagers just looked at each other wondering what the hell
she was talking about. No one made a sound.

"I couldn't agree with you more sister. That's what the
demonstration is all about. I am going to prove to the children
here that everything you said is spot on."

Oh, the professor was a person after my own heart. How wonderful!
He was going to do a public service for all of Katie's little
friends. I was quite embarrassed when I realized, I considered
him some sort of cheap charlatan, at first. Glad he set me
straight!

"Okay can I have a volunteer. Wait a minute, since you know so
much about this sister, why don't I try to hypnotize you. It will
be a lot easier for the children to understand how silly this is
when I demonstrate on an adult mind."

Of course, what a brilliant man. No wonder he is an educational
leader here in Texas. "Yes, Professor Sniff, an excellent idea."

The rest of the session seemed vague. I know a lot happened, but
can't tell exactly how he was able to do it. I was quite
surprised when I found myself standing in front of the stage in
some sort of trance like state. I didn't know what I was doing.

"Well, as you kids can see, occasionally hypnotism works. The
sister is in a deep trance state now and should remain that way
for the rest of the evening."

A loud roar came from the throats of the 75 darlings standing
around in front of the stage area in the Griz Room.

What, the rest of the evening, why who would look after the
children. I had to do something about this and yet I couldn't
seem to move or speak.

"Okay sister, I want you to imagine that you have an important
educational role to perform. Yep, it's up to you to inspire the
young ladies here to want to become nuns. As you know, girls are
impressed by fashionable clothes. I want you to let them know
just how cherche la moute the nuns of St. Alphonso really are.

"Here's the deal, Katie is going to holler out the name of an
item of clothing. When she does, I want you to slowly remove it
while describing the inner meaning of the garment. Just to make
it more interesting, I want you to dance around to the sounds of
whatever tune the Predtones happen to play."

I was almost able to holler out that I would do no such thing
when the Predtones starting playing some raunchy bump and grind
tune from the early 1980's. For some reason, I couldn't help
myself and started dancing wildly as the Predtones played the
score of Gypsy.

I thought I would at least be able to maintain my dignity by
keeping every last item of clothing on. But, I was wrong.

Habit! Scapular! Robe! Chemise! I couldn't believe it, not only
was I dancing in a provocative manner, I was doing a hot
striptease as 75, 13 and 14 year olds looked on. How could this
be happening to me.

I thought that Katie was going to let me stop taking off my
clothes when I was down to only a few remaining items. I soon
discovered that she only had me stop so the audience could see
that nuns wore some unusual attire under their fine nunnery.

I was standing there wearing nothing but five inch high heels,
seamed black nylons, a leather garter belt and matching leather
pushup bra. I don't think many of the people in the audience
suspected that all nuns wore stuff like this under their more
sterile uniforms.

Katie had the Predtones play another tune. It was the worst
version of Melon Collie Baby I'd ever heard. And yet, I was
compelled to start dancing again, and I did it with a vengeance.
I could just imagine the impact I was having on the innocents who
were wallowing in the mud that somehow appeared in front of the
stage.

Katie had me take off each remaining item of clothing, one piece
at a time. She made me put the heels back on and then ordered me
to climb up on the stage. I couldn't seem to resist her. Each
time I tried, I had a vision of Professor Sniff saying something
to me. I had to do what I was told no matter how much I didn't
want to.

You can imagine how embarrassing it was climbing up the side of
the ten foot stage. I was completely nude and it was obvious the
audience was positioning themselves in ways that they could see
all my private areas. I must have turned three shades of red.

I had the most devastating experience as I finally reached the
top and tried to get up on the stage. I'm not sure exactly how
this happened, but when I threw my leg over the top of the stage,
there was a large popping sound. I felt myself opening up and
could actually feel a draft of air in my inner privates. I was
frozen there for the longest time as the audience screamed and
cheered.

After finally getting to the top of the stage, I tried to relax
for a moment. I put aside the fact that I was totally nude except
for the five inch high heels. I couldn't worry about that for
now.

Professor Sniff walked up the stage stairs and approached me,
smiling and beaming the whole time.

"Maggie baby! I got to say you're one hot babe. Best fucking
strip act I'd ever seen. Hey wouldn't you guys out in the
audience agree?"

A rousing cheer seemed to lift the roof off the building. It was
obvious that the people liked what they had seen but it was time
for this humiliation to end. Yet, I couldn't seem to do anything,
but follow the directions set for me by Katie and Professor
Sniff.

"Okay Mags, I want you to move forward a little closer to the
edge of the stage. The kids are trying to get some pictures and
videos and it's kind of hard for them to get you in focus if you
stand way back here."

I looked down and saw dozens of cameras taking pictures and
videos of me standing there in the nude. Professor Sniff had me
turn slowly around so that every aspect of my body could be
captured on film or video. I wanted to stop when he told me to
squat down so the gang could get a better view of my pussy. Soon,
though, I found myself in a crouched positing showing the people
everything I had.

End of Part 1


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