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In the Name of the Father... Ch. 02

With the backseat of their car filled with the Heavenly spirit of the two nuns, instead giving them a lift to the gas station to buy gas, Tyrone and Jules gave them a ride to Hell.

In the way that some black men are attracted to some white woman, Jules and Tyrone were attracted to these women. In the way that some men are sexually twisted to have a peculiar sexual fetish for nuns, Jules and Tyrone had such a fetish for nuns. In addition to all of the other violent crimes they've done, with both men sexual predators, their names were on the sexual offenders' registry for sexual offenses. Now at the right time and right place for them and the wrong time and wrong place for the nuns, upon seeing them, they had an immediate sexual attraction for the two women not only because they were attractive, white females but also because they were nuns.

With virginity a highly cherished quality to some men, more to some than to others, but especially to Jules and Tyrone, the nuns, of course, were virgins. Something so elusively rare but highly sought after in their neighborhood where young women were routinely getting pregnant at too young of an age, being that neither of the men have ever experienced a virgin before, Jules and Tyrone had a fondness for virgins. If it wasn't enough that they were white, if it wasn't enough that they were nuns, and if it wasn't enough that they were virgins, Jules and Tyrone hit the jackpot with these two victims.

Since the women were married to God, certainly more of an issue for the nuns than it was for them, Jules and Tyrone had more of an allegiance to the Devil than they did to God. Ripe for the opportunity, as if God handed them the two Sisters for them to take sexual advantage of, they had no conscience, no guilt, and no remorse in their decision to strip them naked and to have sex with them. Something that only happens in men's sexual fantasies, here it was about to happen in real life. Oh the inhumanity of it all. How dare they deflower two innocent nuns?

Driving upon them by happenstance, a serendipitous circumstance for the two criminals but an unfortunate occasion for two women of God, they saw their car, a new, snow white Buick, parked by the side of the road with the hood up and the flashers flashing. No one, not even the police, except for those lowlifes looking for trouble, were out and about at this ungodly hour, especially in this neighborhood. The other side of town, this was where the very bad people lived. This is where no white people went unless they were crazy, suicidal, and/or packing an arsenal of assault weapons to defend themselves from the evil that would surely befall them.

"What happened Sisters? Do you need some help?" Tyrone stopped his car for Jules to talk to the nuns from out of his lowered passenger side, car window.

"I think we're out of gas," said Sister Mary Elizabeth sweetly smiling as if she was greeting someone infirmed in the hospital.

Looking much like a younger version of Catherine Zeta Jones before she got as heavy as she is crazy, she looked so adorable in her nun's habit that anyone seeing her would just want to hold her before kissing her. A taller, shapelier, and much prettier version of Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, her black habit complimented her good looks by highlighting her big, green eyes in the way of that picture frame accents a photo. Devoted to God and never passing along her perfect genes to bear a child, it was such a waste for a woman so beautiful to be a nun. Not fair. When there aren't enough beautiful women to go around, why would she want to be a nun when there are plenty of short, stout, angry women with mustaches, women who preferred licking to sucking, to be nuns?

"We were busy talking and went right by the gas station," said Sister Katherine with a little laugh. "Kind enough to give us the use of his car, we forgot that Father Thomas had told us to buy gas before setting off on our journey. With the help of God, we made it all the way there but ran out of gas on our return trip."

"I have a gas can in my trunk," said Ty. "We can give you a lift to the gas station and back," he said giving Jules the wise guy eye. "You'll be on your back to the convent before you can say, thank you Jesus."

"Praise the Lord, the answer to our prayers," said Sister Mary Elizabeth smiling and clasping her hands together before signing herself while looking from Jules to look at her friend. "That's so very Christian of you. Thank you kind Sirs. We humbly accept your offer of a ride."

"Yes, thank you. We'd love a ride," said Sister Katherine. "It's too far to walk. Actually, we don't even know where we are," she said looking around at the dilapidated buildings, smashed windows, abandoned cars, and burnt out hovels.

Dumped appliances, mattresses, and old tired dotted the landscape on this side of town in the way that trees, rose bushes, and white picket fences landscaped the scenery on the other side of town. Judging one side of town to the other, one would never think that this wasn't the same city or country even. When we give so much financial aid to other countries that spit in our faces rather than taking care of our own first, how can such poverty happen in the greatest country in the world? The United States of America is a country so rich that every politician who comes to Washington as a poor man or woman leaves as a millionaire and those multi-millionaires who take the oath of office to serve the public as public servants leave as billionaires. Where is the fairness that our civil servants should be able to amass so much wealth while the rest of us have so little money?

With all of the unsavory characters lurking about in the shadows, if the Sisters thought that they were being watched, they wouldn't be mistaken as a multitude of eyes were upon them just waiting for the right opportunity to pounce. Only happening upon the opportunity to bag a couple of nuns before any else, the kings of their inner city jungle, Jules and Tyrone, pounced first. As if lions with their kill, with the rest lying in wait in the way of jackals, they weren't willing to share and no one dared interfere with what they were doing until they abandoned the nuns to fend for themselves. Yet knowing better than to leave two innocent nuns at the mercy of the bad men who endured and survived in this bad neighborhood, they didn't leave them but took them with them. If anything, they were doing the nuns a valuable service and a genuine favor by giving them a ride, even if it was a journey to Hell instead of a ride to Heaven.

Closing the hood and locking and alarming the car, the car would be safe there, now that the others had seen Jules and Tyrone taking care to protect the Buick from being vandalized and/or stolen. Too oblivious to know, if only the Sisters knew what was about to happen to them, taking their chances in this deserted, dangerous neighborhood, they never would have accepted a ride. Instead of Sister Katherine saying that she'd love a ride, she may as well said, I'd love to be stripped naked and forced to suck you before you fuck me. Only, too innocent to know and too trusting of everyone to even consider that violent outcome, no doubt, they thought that God would protect them. Truth be told, they shouldn't have been left alone to go out and about in this neighborhood without an armed guard packing more than just a Bible, a cross, and blind faith.

Oh dear God, if only they had heeded Father Thomas' advice and bought gas before leaving, none of this would have happened. Ignoring their GPS, if only they had stayed on the main highway instead of taking the back road home because of rush hour traffic, they would have been helped already by the police or by a Good Samaritan. If only they knew where they were and hadn't gotten lost, they may have made it home with the gasoline they had. In this hour of their need, only Jesus could help them now but, obviously, too busy with other things, they were left to the diabolical pleasures of Jules and Tyrone.

* * * * *

Never intending to take them to buy gas, they had a different agenda on their minds. Driving right by the gas station, Jules and Tyrone took the nuns to an abandoned house. After the housing crash, there were lots of abandoned houses in their neighborhood, too many empty buildings for the police to check. Knowing the neighborhood well, Jules and Tyrone knew exactly where to take the Sisters so as not to be disturbed. As ironical as it was funny, they took the nuns to a house that was right across from the front of the police station. With the cops always in the back of the station, by the donut shop drinking their coffee and eating their donuts, Jules and Tyrone knew they could do their dirty business without being disturbed or even noticed.

"Where are we going?" Sister Mary Elizabeth leaned forward in her seat as if to talk to another nun over the pew in church at mass. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me," she said thrice when he didn't answer her. As if she was Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory situation comedy show, she tapped Jules on the shoulder as if he was being bad in class. "Where are you taking us?"

"You've past several gas stations already," said Sister Katherine smiling contently while looking out her window and obviously enjoying the scenic ride. "If you're concerned about the gas prices, don't worry. We have enough money for gas. Father Thomas gave us his credit card."

"Don't be such an idiot, you stupid bitch," said Sister Mary panicking and staring at her friend as if she was the Devil in disguise of a Nun.

As if she was suddenly possessed by the Devil's dirty deeds instead of filled by God's good graces and indeed she was, she looked frightened. Obviously imagining the bad things that Jules and Tyrone were about to do to her and her friend's innocent, virginal bodies, she appeared panic-stricken. Ready to take a leap of faith and looking as if she was ready to jump from the car, she may have if the car had been a four door instead of a two door.

"Stupid bitch?" Paying never mind to the real danger that lurked in the front seat, Sister Katherine was more concerned with the insult given her by her friend in the backseat. She looked at her friend with shock and outrage. "Who are you calling a stupid bitch?"

"You, you stupid bitch," said Sister Mary turning her attention from trying to escape to focus on her pretty friend. Stuck with you 24/7, I'm sick and tired of what a stupid bitch you are. God you're so stupid. How dumb can you be blondie? You are testimony to what God gave you in your good looks in what he took away in your intelligence. Fortunately for me, I possess both," she said sitting upright in her seat as if posing for a photograph.

"How dare you call me a stupid bitch?" Obviously Sister Katherine missed the point of Sister Mary's insults. A natural blonde who reinforced what men thought about the intelligence of blondes, natural or otherwise, she wasn't the brightest nun in the convent. "May God forgive you because I surely won't," she said nodding her head in affirmation and folding her arms across her bosom.

"You are a stupid bitch," said Sister Mary.

Unable to make this stuff up, as if a sexual fantasy come true, both nuns started fighting. A real catfight in the backseat of Tyrone's car, Jules turned in his seat to watch the two religious woman while Tyrone nearly drove off the road watching Sisters Mary and Katherine fighting through the reflection in his rearview mirror. Obviously a longtime seething, tugging at their clothes, pulling on their hair, and slapping one another across their faces, the nuns were out of control.

"Hey," said Jules laughing. "Knock it off. We're here."

"Here?" Sister Mary looked out her car window.

"Where's here?" Sister Katherine looked out on the other side of the car.

The two Sisters stared out the car window at a rundown house with dilapidated houses on both sides and with more foreclosed homes across the street. In the way of Flint and Detroit Michigan, abandoned and left to die, once a thriving neighborhood but now with joblessness and hopelessness, no one lived here but rats, roaches, homeless people seeking shelter, criminals looking for victims, and druggies needing privacy to do their fixes. Oh woe are them for what Jules and Tyrone were about to do to their naked bodies.

With the Devil alive and in residence in this house, Heaven help them. If there was a God, now was the time for him or her to step forward to stop the brutality of what was about to happen to them. Two innocent nuns, women of faith who devoted their lives to helping others, contrary and in opposition to our public servants who help no one but themselves and their cronies, they didn't deserve this.

"I didn't tell you where we were going because I, um, was afraid you wouldn't come," said Tyrone putting his head down while lying through his teeth.

"Why? What is it?" Sister Katherine leaned forward to put a gentle hand of comfort to Tyrone's shoulder. "You can tell us," she said.

At the mercy of his lies, she was obviously ready to believe anything and everything he said.

"I, um, wanted you to visit my sick grandmother before we took you for gas. After my whore of a prostitute mother died of a drug overdose, she's been a mother to me," said Tyrone suddenly looking very sad.

"Oh, you poor, poor dear," said Sister Katherine after snubbing her nose at her friend, as if to say, I told you so.

"Yeah, um, his granny is dying and she means the world to him," said Jules laying it on thick before looking away to roll his eyes.

"Oh brother. If you believe that one," mumbled Sister Mary Elizabeth beneath her breath. "I have swamp land, I mean, ocean front property for sale in Florida that Disney wants to buy to expand," she said sighing in disbelief.

Not wanting to make a scene and not wanting anyone seeing them, not even a snitch who'd sell the information to the police for a few dollars, it was better that the nuns came with them voluntarily than having to carry two struggling and screaming Sisters inside the house.

"I thought you could give her the last rites," said Jules.

"The last rites? We can't give her the last rites. Only a priest can do that. Nuns can only comfort her. We can't give sacraments," said Sister Mary rolling her eyes again in the way that Jules just did.

"Oh," said Tyrone. "Maybe you could come inside to comfort her. That would mean a lot to her."

"If I had the forethought to ask Father Thomas for his cell phone, I could have called him to meet us here to give your grandmother the last rites. Perhaps I could use your cell phone," she said with a smile that concealed her real reason in wanting to call 911. "Where are we exactly?" Sister Mary looked out her window as if she was in downtown Baghdad or Syria.

"Sorry, my cell phone is dead Sister," said Jules stealthily turning off his cell phone. "I need to charge it. After I charge it inside, you can call Father Thomas," said Jules ignoring her question that asked their location.

"What about you?" Sister Mary put out her hand and looked to Tyrone. "May I use your cell phone?"

"I don't have a cell phone Sister Mary," said Tyrone lying about the cell phone that he had in his pocket.

"Having lived here most of my life, I don't recognize this place. With no landmarks, suddenly I don't know where I am," said Sister Mary obviously looking to make a mad dash to escape as soon as they opened their car door.

"Oh, I'd love to visit your sick grandmother," said Sister Katherine falling for their lines hook, line, and sinker. How someone so beautiful and so gullible was still a virgin was indeed a miracle. Straightening her habit, fixing her veil, and realigning her collar after being physically assaulted by Sister Mary before reaching out to comfort Tyrone by touching his shoulder again. "I can pray for her," she said nodding her head and smiling.

"Don't be such an idiot, you moron. God, you're so stupid," said Sister Mary staring at her as if she wanted to break the sixth commandment and kill her.

"Stop calling me names," said Sister Katherine. "Besides, sticks and stones—"

"You're right. If I had a stick, I'd beat you with it," said Sister Mary. "Obviously," said Sister Mary sighing and rolling her eyes again. "They took us here for sex."

"They did?" Sister Katherine looked more excited than she looked afraid.

"There's no sick grandmother dying in that house. There's only the Devil waiting for us to cross that threshold. In the way that every son wants to have sex with his mother, don't you know that it's every man's sexual fantasy is to have sex with a nun?"

"So, if I understand you correctly," said Sister Katherine struggling to understand. "They took us here to have us watch them having sex with their grandmother? Is that it? I don't get it. I don't understand. That makes no sense," she said looking to her friend with confusion.

"God help me, you're so dumb. Think of this as a fairytale," said Sister Mary trying to make her friend understand. "We're red riding hoods, actually black riding hoods being that we're both dressed in black. They are the hungry wolves who will eat us after we suck them. There is no grandmother."

"I always like that fairytale," said Sister Katherine folding her hands in her lap as if waiting in readiness to be told the rest of the story.

"Duh? Obviously they took us here to have their wicked sexual way with us, and to have deep, probing, pounding, penetrating sex with our naked, virginal bodies," she said putting her finger to her lips with feigned trepidation while obviously sexually swooning at all that she just said.

"Oh my God," said Sister Katherine finally getting it. Unable to control herself, she looked from Sister Mary to Jules and to Tyrone before she vocalized her extraordinarily loud and unpredictable outburst. "Thank you Jesus," she said throwing up her arms in the air before signing herself while looking up inside of the car as if God was there with them and, no doubt, he was. Because, obviously...God likes to listen as much as he likes to watch. "Hallelujah, my prayers have been answered."

"You're prayers have been answered?" Sister Mary looked at her friend. "What in God's name are you talking about now Dummy? God, you're such a Dummy. Dummy, dummy, dummy, you're such a stupid bitch. If you weren't a nun, you'd be a typical, dumb blonde falling for some line that a guy gave you to model while working your way through college. Instead of modeling, he forces you to work as a stripper and a prostitute," said Sister Mary wiping the tears from her eyes. "Trusting him to do the right thing, he takes advantage of your innocence, kindness, and goodness by forcing you to have sex for money with a multitude of disgusting men."

A stripper? A prostitute? Did Sister Mary just confess that she had a checkered past? Despite all of the insults and name calling Sister Katherine looked at her friend with renewed insight and sympathy.

"I'm sorry for your troubles Sister Mary Elizabeth. I understand the hardships you've suffered in your life that have made you the nasty bitch that you are," she said patting her friend's hand.

"Thank you...I think, Sister Katherine," said Sister Mary.

"I know it's wrong but I've been praying to God for a way to experience a man in the Biblical sense of the word, if you know what I mean. Without voluntarily breaking my vow of marriage to my Lord God, Jesus Christ, my Savior," said Sister Katherine signing herself again. "Before disappearing forever behind the convent wall, I just wanted to feel a man inside of me just once for me to know what I'm missing with the sacrifice that I'm making."

Sister Mary looked at her friend with shocked incredulousness.

"Are you kidding me?" Sister Mary stared at her friend aghast by her admission. "Instead of praying to God to help the poor and the needy, you've been praying to God to get laid? Are you kidding me? How dare you? What the Hell is wrong with you?"
"It's just sex," said Sister Katherine with a disinterested shrug.

"Sex? Do you really think that what's about to happen to us is sex? What you're about to experience Sister Katherine," said Sister Mary snidely, "is not sex but a violent physical assault upon your person and the experience of a sexual perversion upon your innocent body. The least of what they'll do to us, they're going to rape us and maybe even murder us after they're done having their wicked ways with our naked bodies."

"Yes, I know but after being a virgin for so long, too long, willing to take the risk, I don't care. I'll take whatever I can get. Besides God will protect us from danger," said Sister Katherine signing herself again. "For years I've been praying to Mary Magdalene to know what it feels like to experience a hard cock," she said whispering the last two words. "I figure that if Jesus can have a girlfriend, maybe even a wife, than I can have a boyfriend on the side, too."

"Well Sister Katherine. Today is your lucky day," said Tyrone responding to her overheard conversation. "You're prayers have been answered. And don't worry, so long as you give us what we want, no further harm will come to you."

"Trust me, having sex no big deal and there's really no reason for you to break your vow to Jesus just for sex," whispered Sister Mary to her friend while patting her hand. "Putting the money on the dresser before they undress, men hump you while grunting their unbridled lust for you in your ear. Then, within a minute or two, they cum inside of you and, as soon as they do, they roll off or you before you've even had the chance to feel anything but the heaviness of their weight on your stomach."

"It sounds good to me," said Sister Katherine.

"The sex was hardly good at all. Honestly, I was able to do more with my index finger than most men could do with their cocks," said Sister Mary.

Sister Katherine looked at Sister Mary with renewed insight.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Adept at stating the obvious, Sister Katherine looked at her friend with as much insightfulness as she did jealousy.

"A virgin? Me? God no," said Sister Mary signing herself while mouthing the words, Sorry Jesus. "Do you think I'd locked myself away in a convent for the rest of my life before experiencing what it's like to suck and fuck several dozen men? Okay, a few hundred men," she said lifting her chin with self-confidence up as if posing for a photographer.

"Well, having never experienced a sweaty, naked man in bed before, you should understand why I've been praying for a man to seduce me. We share the same motivation, to have sex before we no longer can, that is, unless we want to have sex with, old Father Thomas. I must confess that he's been looking better every day," said Sister Katherine with a laugh.

"Father Thomas? God no. I wouldn't do Father Thomas if he were the last man on Earth. Having flashed me his erect cock more than once, he's a pervert," said Sister Mary. "Lewdly lascivious, he's always grabbing my ass through my habit and making inappropriate comments. Once, he walked up to my face while I was kneeling in prayer with my eyes closed as if he was hoping that I'd touch him through his pants, pull down his zipper, and reach in his trousers to pull out his cock to stroke him before sucking him."

"No way," said Sister Katherine. "I had no idea the good Father was such a lecher."

"More than once, he's even tried to hypnotize me with his cross, no doubt for sex, but I looked away before he put me under. Can you imagine that?"

"Oh my God," said Sister Katherine. "I shall pray for his perverted soul."

"As if trying to give us a double dose of delusion, it's oxymoronic that a priest would attempt to hypnotize a nun in the way that we've already been hypnotized by God," said Sister Mary. "Yet, being that this is a man's world, even in the eyes of God, we are at the mercy of men. With all the Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, and Priests men, why should we, as mere women, even though we're women of faith and women of God, expect to be treated with respect and not think that we'd never be sexually harassed because we're nuns?"

"Never mind about Father Thomas, being that I'm a virgin, I figure I'll be locked away in that convent for the next forty years or more of my life masturbating before turning lesbian. Just once in my life I'd like to know what a hard cock feels like in my hand, in my mouth, between my legs, and up my ass" said Sister Katherine whispering to her friend again.

"Well, think of me as your fairy Godfather but without the fairy," said Jules laughing. "I think that I can accommodate you Sister Katherine," said Jules responding to her whispers. "Now go inside my modest abode and strip off your clothes so that we can, um, discuss this in private," he said laughing a dirty laugh.

"I've always wanted to know what nuns wear beneath their habits," said Tyrone. "Now I'm finally going to see for myself," he said rubbing his horny hands together as if he was a fly about to land on a hot, steamy load of excrement.

Once inside the filthy, disheveled house, as if she was wearing breakaway clothes, hot to trot, Sister Katherine removed her habit and stripped herself down to her underwear within a few seconds.

"Wow! Will you look at that? Lord Almighty, that's amazing," said Jules nudging Tyrone in the ribs. "Never would I have guessed you'd look like that beneath your habit Sister. Oh, my God! A nun with a stripper's body," said Jules staring at shapely Sister Katherine standing there in her sexy underwear. "I had no idea that's what you'd be wearing under your habit. You put Halley Berry in Swordfish in her itty bitty bikini to shame. Thank you Jesus."

"I didn't know nuns wore thongs, a black thong with a little gold cross," said Tyrone staring at her ass with his mouth agape. "I didn't know they wore bras, never mind low cut bras that showed their areolas and nipples with every move. Do me a favor Sister," said Tyrone wiping his mouth as if he was a man dying of thirst.

"Yes? What is it? Whatever is your pleasure?"

"She does have a good attitude," said Jules laughing. "Oh, yeah, I think we found us the perfect nun."

"Jump up and down while raising your arms over your head," said Tyrone. "I, um, just wanna see somethin'."

Sister Katherine immediately obeyed Tyrone's request for a favor by jumping up and down with her arms over her head. Immediately bouncing out of her bra, her big breasts bounced with her. Up and down, as if they were God's personal bowling balls, her big tits kept beat to her jumping jacks.

"Enough already. Stop jumping. God you're so stupid," said Sister Mary. "He was only trying to see your tits and you gave him an entire bouncing show of your breasts, areolas, and nipples. Shame on you, you ought to be embarrassed for giving him such a sexy show."

"Oh," said Sister Katherine still exposed and not embarrassed enough to cover her naked breasts with her hand or with her forearm.

"It's so amazing to me that you're wearing a bra Sister Katherine. I figured they wore one of those, what do you call it?" He looked to his friend for the right word.

"A camisole?" Jules smiled at his friend. "Now that you mention it, I can just see her wearing a camisole. With the outline of her breasts clearly visible and her hard, erect nipples pushing against the sheer material, she'd look good in a sexy, lacy camisole."

"Yeah, that's it, that's what I was thinking of, a camisole. I figured that nuns wore a camisole or a sports bra beneath their habits. I never figured a nun would wear a Victoria's Secrets bra that showed her areolas and nipples with every move and a barely there thong that showed most of her unbelievable ass. Damn Sister Katherine, you're hot. I could never tell from your habit that you had such big tits and a great body but you do. Thank you Jesus," he said looking up to the ceiling as if God was there watching and maybe he or she was.

"Where'd you get that bra and thong?" Sister Mary looked at her friend with jealousy.

"Mother Agatha loaned them to me," said Sister Katherine with a Mona Lisa smile.

"Mother Agatha? Are you kidding me? Where'd she get those? She's the biggest lesbian in the convent. I never figured her for wearing sexy lingerie," said Sister Mary. "You'd better watch out for her because she'll have you saying your prayers naked behind her closed bedroom door, if you know what I mean."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Sister Katherine with a smug, little grin.

"Duh? She's a lesbian and, no doubt, wants to make you one too," said Sister Mary.

"Well, anyway, she was kind enough to loan me her underwear. She has an entire drawer filled with sex toys, vibrators, dildos, and sexy underwear that she keeps next to her Bible and rosary beads," said Sister Katherine.

"As further evidence to support what I just said, why would Mother Agatha loan you her bra and thong if she wasn't trying to make you a lesbian?" Sister Mary stared at her friend in disbelief.

"She overheard me praying to God to get laid, I mean to experience a man in the Biblical sense of the word and when we left for our road trip, she told me that she hoped that I'd get lucky," said Sister Katherine.

"Unbelievable," said Sister Mary shaking her head in disbelief.

"So long as I undressed in front of her, allowed her to help me on with the underwear, allowed her to adjust the fit by feeling my ass and breasts, and modelled the bra and thong before we left, she gave them to me to wear. She said that she'll pray that I get laid," said Sister Katherine whispering to her friend again as if she didn't want to be caught talking in class.

"Oh my God, you are as dumb as an alabaster statue," said Sister Mary looking up. "So you gave Mother Agatha a show and a feel of your naked body. Is that it?"

"I don't know. Yeah, I guess so. I guess I did without realizing it. Just happy to finally wear something so sexy, she was being so kind and generous to me by giving me her most private, sexy things to wear that I didn't think anything of it at the time," said Sister Katherine.

"What did I do to deserve to have Sister Katherine as my roommate? If we survive this sexual assault today, it won't be long before you'll be licking Mother Agatha's pussy as your penance for getting laid today," said Sister Mary.

"Oh Sister Mary, you're so negative. Look at all the blessings we've had so far. We were given a ride after running out of gas. We met two very nice strangers. And look at what's about to happen to us? We're about to have forced sex that won't break our vows to God. Isn't it wonderful? It's a miracle," she said ignoring her friend and nodding her head while looking from Jules to Tyrone before signing herself as if she was about to pray and thank Jesus for allowing her to cheat on him. "Thank you Jesus," she said bowing her head in prayer.

"Lucky? Wonderful? A miracle? You call being stripped naked, raped, ravished, and sexually abused over and again getting lucky? Are you nuts? What's wrong with you? God, you're such a dumb bitch. Luck has nothing to do with what's happening here," said Sister Mary.

"Yeah, well, with you sucking and fucking hundreds of men before falling to your knees for God instead of for a cock, it's easy for you to say that when you were a slut while I was a virgin," said Sister Katherine with animosity. "And stop calling me a bitch, you bitch. I'm not the bitch. You are," she said while not asking her friend to qualify that she wasn't dumb too.

"Listen to me," said Sister Mary taking her friend by the shoulders and shaking her. "These two despicable desperadoes are no doubt going to force themselves upon us, strip us naked, and make us suck their big, black, hard, hairy cocks until they shoot their love juices in our mouths. Trust me, they won't let go of the back of our heads until we swallow all of their cum. Then, when we're done sucking them, they're going to fuck us hard and fuck us deep over and again before they allow us to stand. Finally, bending us over as if we're dirty dogs instead of Catholic nuns of the convent, Sisters in Absolute Denial, they'll plunge their cocks deep up our poop shoots and fuck us hard up the ass while squeezing our big tits," she said looking to Jules and Tyrone. "Is that it?"

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," said Jules nodding his head and looking to Tyrone who shrug in agreement. "Do you have anything to add?"

"Nah, Sister Mary has covered all the bases pretty much," said Tyrone grabbing his package in his hand through his pants.

Sister Mary looked from Jules and Tyrone to look at her friend.

"Is that what you want them to do, to force you to suck them and fuck them before having anal sex with your virginal body?"

"Oh God yes," said Sister Katherine closing her eyes and visibly quivering with sexual excitement while putting an experienced hand between her thong clad legs and rubbing herself with her finger as she pinched her nipple through her bra. "Thank you Jesus!"

"Seriously?" Sister Mary looked at her friend. "Willing for them to fill all three of your holes, you'd willingly suck and fuck these two men?"

"Stop it, you're making me horny," said Sister Katherine.

"I give up," said Sister Mary.

"It's your turn," said Jules to Sister Mary. "Get undressed. Take off your clothes. Get naked baby."

Sister Mary removed her veil, her wimple, and her habit. Dressed in only her chesty Morgan signature bra resplendent with tassels and a pair of men's boxer shorts, she stood before the men unashamed and unembarrassed.

To be continued...
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