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Sister Mary Margaret (2/2)

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.

---

"Hey Maggie May, got a great idea for you girl. Why don't you put
a finger on that little clit and go for the gusto."

At first I didn't understand what he meant, but soon I was giving
myself a hand job and couldn't help but start to enjoy it.
Actually, I enjoyed it quite a lot and soon found myself getting
very aroused. I was hoping that the Professor would let me move
on to some other indignity, but no, he just watched as I got
closer and closer to a climax.

I couldn't hold back any longer and screamed out as I succumbed
to  the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had to endure. I fell
backward with my legs spread in the air. Even though I was in
this unusual position, I noticed that four of my fingers were
still buried in my pussy. I couldn't believe that I would have to
tell Father Dorfki about this when I went to confession next
Saturday.

Professor Sniff finally had me stop playing with my pussy. I was
glad he did because I was getting aroused again and couldn't face
the children in that condition.

"Okay sister, I am going to say three phrases so listen closely.
Blow Job, Ass Fuck and Pussy Burner. I want you to think of a
person so depraved that she would consider those words to be
amongst the finest terms she ever heard."

That certainly wasn't a problem. I became a nun because of the
evil ways both my sisters and my mother followed. I tried very
hard to ignore their sinful activities when I lived at home as a
young girl, but it was impossible. I really needed the quarters
the men gave me for putting their condoms on. It was the only way
I could raise enough money to eat lunch at school.

I hollered out that the most evil person I knew was my mother.
Sniff smiled at that one and said, "Maggie, just imagine that you
are your mother. You will do everything that your mother would do
when I count to three."

The Professor signaled to Pred to move in front of me. As he did,
the Predtones starting playing an off key version of Young In
Love.

"Okay, Maggie, I'm sure your mother would know what to do with
such a hot looking guy, right? I figure she would be real
interested in giving him the finest blow job of his life.
Wouldn't you agree?"

Yes, yes, that's just what my mother would do. I quickly unzipped
his pants and pulled his already hard dick from its hiding place
in his pants. I couldn't believe that my mouth seemed to have the
power of a vacuum cleaner as I sucked his entire manhood into my
demanding orifice.

Although he had an enormous cock, I soon found my lips pressed
against his flat belly, his dick solidly in my throat. I was
living so very large.

I continued on for several minutes when suddenly Pred came in my
throat pouring an ocean of cum into that tiny space. It almost
choked me, but tasted so good that I was able to swallow all of
it before I drowned in a sea of semen.

My focus was on mom and I knew she would never stop with just one
blow job. So, I didn't let up and could tell the Predster never
had a woman do him like this before. He stayed hard and started
pounding away at my mouth with increased fervor. He got so
excited that he fell backward on the ground, but I never missed a
stroke as I fell on top of him.

I was sucking him with renewed fury when I suddenly felt
something poking at my asshole. Oh my, it was Professor Sniff and
he had his pants around his ankles. I was compelled to continue
sucking Pred's jumbo meat missile, and I could only wait to see
what Professor Sniff's large cock might feel like jammed into my
tight little asshole. I didn't have long to wait.

Professor Sniff's throbbing lance forced its way into my asshole
as if it belonged there from the start. He began pumping slowly
at first, but soon picked up the pace until he was in sync with
my ministrations to Pred's dick.

My mouth was full so my screaming came out as some sort of
mumble. I came over and over again as the two studly guys
serviced me in ways I never thought of in my wildest dreams.

Suddenly, they both climaxed together. It was more than I could
take and so I came again, or was that two or three more times.

When the two major hunks pulled out, I collapsed on the floor, a
sated wreck.

Katie ran forward and said that it was unfair for me to be so
selfish. It was pretty obvious to her that I got off at least 12
times since starting this adventure. Everyone else had to watch
for the most part, so they were all turned on, but had no way to
take care of themselves.

I didn't understand what she was getting at until she lifted me
up and pushed me off the stage hollering out, "Stage Diving
Time!"

I thought I would crash on the hard dance floor surface, but I
was quite lucky to land on George Jones who was there still
passed out on the floor. I thought I was lucky, until I noticed
he had his zipper pulled down.

George pulled his large cock from his pants and forced it into my
tiny love box. I couldn't believe that I would lose my virginity
this way. I thought that it would hurt the first time, but for
some reason he was able to get going hot and heavy without me
feeling the slightest pain.

After a short period of time, I really started to get into it and
was fucking him back just as hard as he fucked me. Where did I
learn how to do this?

George passed out again after he got off. I thought I was through
then, but found out I was wrong.

I felt several sets of hands pulling me off George's dick. My
pussy tried to remain attached to his manhood but, I wasn't able
to hold out for long.

I was pulled on top of some guy who was already lying on the
floor with his pants around hid ankles. I was dropped on top of
him and soon found his dick moving relentlessly inside my joy
hole.

I started really getting into fucking him when a dick slid into
my asshole. I should have been shocked at this, but instead, I
just said, "Bring it on. I can handle everyone here, no sweat."

I couldn't believe I heard myself say that. It must have been
something Professor Sniff did to control my mind. I didn't think
this sort of thing was possible, and yet, here I was fucking two
guys at the same time.

I spoke too quickly. I opened my mouth to get a breath of air and
found a dick shoved into it.

By then, people were tearing their clothes off and running around
in obvious states of excitement.

Two girls pulled my hands into their pussies and made me give
them hand jobs. The secret suggestions that Sniff used on me
must include lesbian action. I not only gave them hand jobs, but
wanted to do even more for these delightful young darlings.

Two other people started molesting my boobs. I could hardly stand
the tension building up in my body when suddenly I came in a
screaming frenzy. This had such an effect on the guys fucking me
that all three of them filled me up with their cum.

As soon as they were finished, three more people took over. My
pussy, asshole and mouth were never empty again until everyone
passed out in the early morning.

I knew that many of the nuns had sex with each other, but I never
realized I could enjoy the lush bodies of the young women who
comprised half the audience. My tongue lashed out in a frenzy of
excitement as I went down on uncounted numbers of women. I had my
own box filled with more tongue that you could find at a New York
City delicatessen.

Roving bands of teenagers assaulted me in every way possible.

The entire Pred and the Predtones band jumped off the stage and
fought their way toward my exhausted body. They were so noble,
smashing any member of the audience who dared get in their way,
as they ran forward to vent their desire on my ravaged body. I
could not say no, again and again and again.

George Jones was able to crawl over and fuck me in the ass before
passing out for the final time.

The secret controls that Professor Sniff implanted in my brain
made me feel that all the humiliation and abuse I received was
all so shiny and new. I just loved it and wanted more, more,
more.

The fun and excitement kept up until the early hours of the
morning. I have no idea where my strength came from, but I loved
every minute of the experience.

---

I must have slept for 15 hours. It was late the next day before I
woke lying next to Katie. We were both nude and tangled up in
each other's arms and legs.

Katie told me that the mind control Professor Sniff installed in
my brain consisted of a number of key words. When one of these
was spoken, I would immediately want to fulfill the expectation
related to the word. Hmmm.

I must of seemed confused to her so she demonstrated what she
meant. She told me the word "armadillo" was a key word for me.
When I heard the word, I would be compelled to go down on her and
give her a quick rimming following by a hand job if she still
looked a little tense. I was not able to hear everything she
said, as I had my head buried between her legs lapping up all her
love juices. I was so lucky.

Katie also explained that the word "penguin" would allow me think
rationally until I heard the word "skewa". I felt, I was being
rational so Katie provided another demonstration by saying the
word "penguin".

When I heard the magic word I realized that I had just lost my
virginity to over 80 people at one time. The worst part was
knowing how much I loved every minute of the ordeal and that I
still wanted more.

I agreed with Katie when she said I needed to do something to
atone for my sins. Yes, yes, the darling girl was so right. Being
a Catholic nun I simply had to confess my sins and I'd be on easy
street.

Well, it really wasn't as simple as that. I've found that anytime
I had a juicy sin like a sex fantasy or really neat hand job, the
priest kept me in the confessional for hours explaining each
facet of the sin in exquisite detail. This usually resulted in my
having to leave the confessional and hurry back to my room where
I would sin again. I often heard strange sounds coming from the
other side of the confessional window and wondered what the
priest might be doing as I told him this or that intimate detail
of one of my sex fantasies.

"Here's another key word for you, Maggie. 'Pendejo'!" The moment
she said that word I was willing to do anything she said without
the slightest reservation.

She told me to wait in bed while she got herself ready for a
little trip. When she was ready to go, I walked out to her car
without a single item of clothing on. All I wore were my five
inch Sergio Rossi heels. Amazingly, I didn't feel in any way
uncomfortable walking nude on a busy sidewalk. Yes, people did
stare, gawk and make rude comments. It simply didn't bother me
and I was able to simply ignore the large crowds that followed us
everywhere we went.

Katie brought me into the West End Tattoo Parlour. I knew this
must be a classy place based on the British spelling of the word
parlor.

I agreed with Katie when she explained to me that my pussy was
the fount of all evil. Yes, yes. I had sex with more than 80
people and had no one to blame but myself. I needed to do
something to atone.

Katie suggested a tattoo to ward off evil would be just the thing
to prevent something like this from happening again. The logic
was hard to follow, and yet, I trusted Katie and knew she would
not have me do anything that was not in my best interest.

She had Mr. Scumboy show me a booklet containing a number of
hideous designs. Most of these were of Satan or one of his
minions. Katie selected just the right icon to help me with my
atonement.

"Okay, Maggie, you're gonna half to shave off that there pussy
hair if this tattoo is gonna work for you. Yep, you need to get
that pussy clean as a baby's butt before Mr. Scumboy can put this
fine looking tattoo on your pussy."

Mr. Scumboy handed me a bucket of luke warm water, a straight
razor and a bar of soap. I soaped up my pussy real good, working
up a nice lather. I kind of wished that Mr. Scumboy and Katie
weren't watching so closely. Oh, well, I really needed to atone
for my sins and I could overlook a few things.

I noticed that the straight razor was fairly old, so I was quite
careful as I shaved my pussy hair. It was a good thing I did,
because I still managed to cut myself several times in the
process. In the end, though, clean as a baby's butt. How cute!

Mr. Scumboy quickly got to work tattooing the evil Satan on my
pussy. It was quite interesting to watch how he was able to draw
Satan's mouth in such a way that it fit perfectly with my pussy.
It looked like anyone who wanted to fuck me would have to stick
their dick into Satan's mouth. What a funny joke. It was well
worth the incredible pain, to have this cute tattoo on my
womanhood.

When Katie suggested I reward Mr. Scumboy with a blow job for all
his efforts on my behalf, I quickly dropped to my knees and
proceeded to give him the most exciting hummer he ever had. I
brought him to a state of release on five different occasions and
stopped each time before he could come. Finally, I let him
explode in my mouth. He filled my throat with almost an ounce of
his liquid love honey. I quickly swallowed every drop and sucked
him off until every last drop was transferred to my waiting
mouth.

When I looked up, I noticed a handsome stranger standing next to
Katie. Mr. Scumboy looked at him and said. "How's it going Wazza.
Did you come here to see your new merchandise in action?"

The handsome stranger was very tall. He had on a kangaroo skin
leather coat that almost reached the floor. It was trimmed in
koala bear fur and had buttons made from crocodile teeth. His
handsome face was slightly obscured by the matching leather bush
hat. It was obvious to one and all that this was a man used to
having control of any situation.

When he spoke, everyone listened. "Damn right Scumboy. I figured
any bitch who can gobble something as ugly as you, will make me a
fortune when I put her on a street corner in Bondi Junction which
is only five minutes away from my home in Ozzieland.

Australia? What was this handsome stranger talking about? Why
would I be going to a place called Bondi Junction? How could I
make him a fortune?

Before I could ask any questions, Katie entered the conversation.
"Okay, Warren M, I want $25 thousand American for this quality
piece of merchandise. You can see she's already well trained and
hot enough for your most demanding ozzie clientele."

Warren M happily paid Katie the money. He figured even if the nun
only gave super head at 5 or 6 dollars a go, he would have his
investment back in less than six months. If she turned out to be
able to do certain specialties, he would recoup even sooner. In
any event he needed something hot kneeling down in front of him
on the long flight back to the land down under.

Wazza easily picked up the now defrocked nun and threw her over
his shoulder. He never looked back as he walked smartly through
the front door of the tattoo parlor.

Sister Mary Margaret was about to start her journey to a life of
total degradation and humiliation servicing any and all in the
most sordid red light district in Australia. She was so happy.

Katie knew she would never see the good sister again, so she lost
interest and turned to look at Mr. Scumboy.

When she was directly in front of him, she gave the Tattoo
Artiste a word of advice as she strolled through the now open
door of the establishment:

"Damn, Scumboy, you gotta do something about those open sores on
you body, boy. Figure you might try a little soap and water."

Scumboy was indifferent to Katie's suggestion. No one cared what
a tattoo artist looked like. He popped the top of a cold Hecate
and watched the fine looking ass of the sensuous 14 year old girl
and she moved her goods out the door.

The End



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