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Disclaimer: If you don’t understand this story is make believe stop reading now. Don’t bitch or whine because a nun is used and violated, I am telling you now it’s going to happen. If your Catholic and easily offended find another story to read.
PRECIOUS SISTER
Author: Jon Maddux
CHAPTER 1: SISTER AGNES
Sister Agnes is a nun at our neighborhood Catholic Church. She is young for a nun I suppose, around 30. She is quite beautiful from what I could see of her in her gown and habit.
Maybe 5’ tall if that, not skinny, but far from fat, maybe 110lbs; a curvy ample body but not too much to be sexy! Her raven black hair peeked out around the edges of the habit and her large almond shaped brown eyes made her irresistible. Her skin is a pale whitish color, almost like she is made up to look of the gothic culture.
The gowns are designed to hide the shape and beauty that lies underneath so that the male mind isn’t tempted. It could only hide so much and over time I could tell by the way it sometimes moved or clung to her that she had rather small breasts, ample hips & bottom. Week after week I would admire her as she moved about the church, usually helping in the nursery with the children during mass. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her at the market. I never missed a chance to pass by her casually hoping to catch a scent, but alas her vows against vanity precluded her from wearing perfume.
I guess I didn’t notice for sometime that those same vows prevented her from wearing makeup. Once I took notice however a strange feeling began to overwhelm me regarding her. Her beauty, unlike the little tramps that paraded around made up like clowns, was an all natural beauty. This is when my obsession began to grow.
I began comparing women I knew, saw, hell just every woman, to Sister Agnes. I saw her purity, natural beauty, kindness, & began to regard her as something I wanted. I no longer wanted a made up whore, the everyday women I saw. No, I could settle for nothing less than chaste, pure, kind, & loving Sister Agnes. My lust blinded me and over took rational thought. It was from this deluded state of mind that I set my plan in motion to have her.
CHAPTER 2: THE STAGE IS SET
I began to stalk her casually, making sure I wasn’t noticed. I followed her to her apartment to find where she lived. I stole her garbage and would dissect it to learn all I could about her.
Over a span of a few months I had her daily schedule down to a science and knew everything from her eating habits to times she would regularly pray during the day. I still needed the perfect place to enact my plan and a few days later it was as if my prayers were answered so to speak. Due to litigation involving a priest from another parish he was removed and we learned during our mass that our priest was going to be moving from Church to Church giving masses and confessions. In the mean time one of the Sisters would be at one Church or the other so that the doors wouldn’t have to be locked and people could come in and pray at their leisure.
I thought about it, I have a two week window until the priest was replaced and I would lose my chance. For the next few days I began observing both Churches, waiting for Sister Agnes. I guess her turn didn’t come up right away but it seemed a miracle.
Sister Agnes had drawn her turn, it was just after 11pm on Thursday night and the weather was quickly turning bad. I knew Sister Agnes would have a 6 hour stint until the priest came to relieve her.
The storm was growing more intense by the minute. It would keep people off the streets, at home, leaving Sister Agnes alone. Surely I couldn’t get a better chance, no the stage was set. I parked my car around the corner in an alley. Grabbing my bag from the trunk I made my way around to the side of the church. The sky was covered in clouds, lightening, and loud roaring thunder.
I slid the ski mask down over my face. My jeans & grey t-shirt, soaked as I opened the side door peering inside. Nothing, I went in closing the door, I locked it behind me. I made my way low across the floor to the front doors, looking about I locked them and made my way towards the rear of the church.
This church was perfect in that it was an older church, thick heavy doors & walls. Stone mostly, perfect to muffle any sounds the thunder wouldn’t cover up.
CHAPTER 3: VOWS BROKEN
I snuck through the church, finding the Sister in the rectory, reading. Tossing a coin into the main room to get her attention. She stood and walked towards the main room and as she passed I reached from the dark recess placing the cold sharp blade against her neck, whispering to her ?shhhhhhhhh no screaming Sister?.
Immediately she began to cry, ?Please sir, take the money from the collections or the Alms box if you need it, just please don’t hurt me.?
Her pitiful pleas only made me laugh as I turned her towards the rectory and began walking her forward. Once inside I closed the heavy door, locking it. I continued walking us forward towards a couch along the far wall and she began praying the Rosary as we neared it, I stopped us in front of it and turned her to face me.
?Sister, tell me something, were you a virgin when you took your vows??
Her eye shot open as she realized what I wanted. ?Please sir, you don’t want to do this, I am Gods servant the vows I made to him? Please you don’t want to do this?
I landed a backhand across her face knocking her head to the side as I yelled at her to answer me and stop stalling.
?Yes sir, I was pure when I took my vows, but what does that matter? You’ve done nothing to this point I can’t overlook, if you leave now I won’t say anything about this, please!?
I looked at her slowly up and down, placing the blade to her throat again, I stared into her eyes.
?You’re going to reach under your gown and remove your bra and panties or I will cut them off, but I warn you, if I have to cut them off, I sometimes get carried away and cut some flesh with them. Who removes them is up to you and makes me no difference! Don’t argue, don’t say a fucking word, just do as I say or I will tie you up and beat you then fuck you. Either way I will fuck you. Why take a beating if you don’t have to??
She started to speak, her mouth opened, I balled my fist and her voice stopped short of words. She looked at me for a few moments deciding I guess if I was serious. A matter of seconds latter she started to cry anew as she reached in under her gown and slid her panties off, leaving them on the floor. She looked up as she stood still not moving. I chastised her about not listening and was about to backhand her again when she cried out.
?Stop, please?I did as you asked, I cannot remove my bra because we?. We?.aren’t allowed to wear them.?
I supposed I look stunned and demanded an explanation.
?My vows against vanity? bras are worn by women who wish to lift and make their breasts sexual objects. Since we Sister are to work to subdue lust in men’s minds we do not wear them. I also must warn you in advance sir; we also do not shave or trim our body hair to make ourselves attractive to men.?
She looked to the floor as I tried to take in everything she said.
?Lay down? as I shoved her down on the couch on her back, I pulled her right leg off the side of the couch, staring into her eyes as I knelt and began to slowly slide her gown up over her legs. She hadn’t lied, her legs were, untrimmed, would be the best way to put it.
As black as the hair on her head was, her legs had a black felt of hair. I continued sliding the gown up as I reached her pubic mound, it was very thick spanning from the crease of her thighs across down until it disappeared from everything I could see from this angle.
For some reason I had already accepted that whatever she looked like, no matter how different from what I normally liked, it was how the perfect woman should look. She cried harder now as for the first time a man looked upon her sex.
?If you move or try to run or get off the couch Sister, I will show you pain you never imagined. I will cut you up and scar you to the point you won’t be able to teach, your very presence will scare those kids you love so much!?
She jerked startled by my words and drew her hands together over her chest and nodded that she understood. I held her thighs apart, my fingers splaying her labia apart as I zeroed in on her clit. I began sucking on it, the suction forcing it to swell more and more; the more it swelled the more sensitive it became.
My tongue began to dart across it lightly from side to side. The tip, dancing over the swollen little bud. I alternated, using the flat surface to lick up and down her dampening slit. Mostly I concentrated all my efforts at assaulting her clit. Wanting to be the first man to make her cum. It took 30-40 minutes before her mumbling prayers turned into pleas.
?No please sir, don’t, please, stop, don’t make me do this, please!?
I simply kept going as I could taste her body answering the assault. Whether she wanted to cum or not I knew nature would run its course. I also knew from studying sexual assault that women who cum during the assault never forgive themselves for what they perceive as enjoying it. My goal wasn’t just to have the pure Sister but to consume her mind, defile, humiliate, mind, body, & soul!
A few moments later I tasted the familiar as she began to cry harder, her body had betrayed her at last, her orgasm swept through her as I tasted the salty juices her body emitted. I sat up looking down on her, elated by my first victory. I scooped up two fingers full of her juices and shoved them into her mouth.
?Taste yourself Sister!?
She wretched and tried to avoid it but she had no choice once the blade returned to her throat, she sucked my fingers, tasting her own juices, the juices of a woman’s body.
I smiled ?now Sister, you know what pussy tastes like!?
She began praying and whimpering as I let her know I often wondered how her breasts looked. I lifter her robe further making her arch her back so I could pull it higher to get a look at her breasts.
Her tummy, soft, not toned, but not overly flabby, I kissed it and sucked on it as I worked my way up. Once I bared her breasts she again began crying in loud broken sobs. Her breasts were almost as perfect as I had imagined. I would say they were pert B cups, baseball sized.
I immediately began kissing and fondling them. Her sobs now whimper’s again, I finished my attentions to her breasts and pulled her gown back down slowly. I decided it was time to use the information I had gleaned from her garbage and give her a threat that would touch her very soul!
?Sister, since you’re Catholic, if you’re to become pregnant today you can’t even look to abortion can you??
She shook her head no as she continued sobbing and mumbling prayer.
?Well I should tell you I already know your ovulating today and whether or not I put a baby in this precious little belly of yours is completely up to you. Obviously I can threaten you, I can beat you, and you will lay there as I rape you. However, I don’t want you to lay there I want you to ride me! So I will make you this offer, if you lay on top of me and participate I will insure I don’t spill my seed in your womb and give you a child! Is that fair??
She looked confused, she couldn’t understand how I knew she was ovulating, and she made it clear she didn’t want to become pregnant. She prayed, she paused, and she was quiet for a bit then looked at me with disgust and a glare that said she wanted me dead.
?If I do this, its not a sign of participation, I want to hear you say it, that even if I do this, your still raping me! That I am only on top of you due to coercion be it threat or force.?
Obviously the Sister has spent some time in the rape crisis center. Another thing I learned while studying rape was that women who had to rape themselves usually took the assault the worst because they felt it was their fault. They would question their actions for the rest of their lives. So much for that angle, she must have saw through my plan.
Still I wanted her on top of me; I wanted to watch her rape herself just the same.
?Sister Agnes, your being on top of me in no way makes you complicit in this act. You’re on top to save your womb from my seed. From that perspective you have no choice but to comply with my demands. Yes Sister, I will still be raping you regardless of the sexual position.?
She looked at me and sat up, then moved to the foot of the couch.
?So be it cur, lay down!? I slide my shoes, pants, and then my boxers off, my erection already throbbing and oozing precum. I’ve never thought of myself as hung but I have a cock I can wrap two hands around and still have the head left poking out, as for girth its about as wide across as my wrist.
I lay down on the couch and she took her crucifix off and placed it on the table. Her large brown eyes teary as she climbed over my legs, placing her virgin opening next to my oozing cock.
?Should I remove my gown and habit for this sir, so you can have an unobstructed view of your prey??
I smiled, ?no Sister Agnes, I want to know I am with a pure woman, one chaste and not some whore, and make sure you stare into my eyes while you fuck me!? She slid back a foot or so and glared at me.
?I am not fucking you! You are raping me! Rephrase what you said or I get up!?
Damn she caught that one?. she’s good, ?Sorry Sister, Look into my eyes as I rape you!?
She took her place over my wet tip, her body hovering over it as I grasped her hips and prepared to deflower her. She stared into my eyes, a look clearly wishing she could kill me.
She lowered her body slowly until the tip touched her labia. She whispered for God to forgive her then let herself down as the tip began prying her open. I used her hips as leverage and in unison with lifting my hips I forced her down impaling her on half my cock.
?Ahhhhhhhhh, no, please sir, be gentle with me, please!?
I glared back at her as I lifted her and then shoved her down and thrusted my hips up burying my entire length into her as I tore through her hymen, her eyes shot open, the tip pressing into her cervix.
?Ouch sir, Please not so hard, I beg you, and not so deep you’re hurting me inside!?
I let her sit in place, completely impaled, noticing how tight she felt, how warm she was inside, how her tightness pulled the skin on my cock and actually hurt. As she rested trying to lift up a bit to take the pressure off her cervix I reached around behind her and unbuttoned her gown a bit, then pulled it off her shoulders and over her breasts to bare them.
Her eyes glued to mine but glassy and filled with hate.
?Now, grind your hips, work it around inside you so it stretches you out real good!?
She put her hands on my chest for leverage as I grasped her breasts gently and began rolling the small orbs in my hands. She began rocking her hips in circles, not a smooth movement like someone who knew how to fuck but disjointed movements. None the less I could feel her insides being pulled and stretched as my thick cock did its job inside her.
Problem was she was very tight and she began to stir that feeling deep inside my loins. I was sure another 4-5 minutes of this and I would blow. I let her continue for another minute or so, watching her as she rode me, praying and crying the whole time.
?That’s good now get up before I spill my seed inside your womb!?
She jumped up quickly, afraid of getting pregnant. I drug her to the arm of the couch, kneeling on the cushions she was bent over the arm. I knelt down behind her, lifting her robe slowly I draped it over her wide hips. They had to be about 39? across as I looked at them.
?Now Sister Agnes I promised I wouldn’t get you pregnant if you rode me and I am gonna keep that promise. You are still going to accept my seed because you wouldn’t want me to sin by spilling it on the ground would you? Of course you wouldn’t,? smirking as I used her own verses and beliefs against her.
She began to get a little panicked, unsure of what I planned to do. It didn’t take her long to figure it out as I spread her plump ample cheeks and ran my tongue along her most taboo crevice.
Lurching forward, ?no please sir, it’s a sin, its bodily abuse, sir please it isn’t natural!!?
I laughed, ?the church is against birth control, and it teaches mans seed must be placed inside a woman or it’s a sin. Well Sister in my house this is the birth control us good Catholics are forced to use then. Just relax or it will hurt you a lot more!?
She began to wiggle a bit as I dug my nails into her hips for leverage making her cry out. I moved forward, letting the tip rest against her virgin asshole. She began begging, pleading aloud, for some reason I grew angry.
?You think you’re better than my wife? You think she is less than you because I use her backside for birth control? You fucking hypocrite, the church lets priests sodomize young boys and its okay but you want to sit here and tell me its not? Oh no sister, you’re going to learn the churches official position on it right now!?
She pled and apologized but it was no use, I leaned up and shoved hard, the little lick and my precum provided little lubricant to ease her pain. I ground and shoved brutally until the head wedged itself into her virgin canal. Her tightness surprised me as it painfully peeled at the skin on my cockhead. I pull back a bit then thrust hard forcing half my length into her.
?Oh God noooooooo, awwwwwww, please no, dear God it hurt, you’re tearing me inside!?
She was right I was tearing her inside and I meant to, I wanted her to feel it; I wanted her to know she wasn’t better than my wife or the millions of Catholic couples using this as birth control.
I pulled back to the tip and rammed hard as I could forcing myself as deep as I could get without splaying her fat cheeks apart. She wailed, cried, begged for mercy, and apologized again and again. I began to thrust in and out and every 10 strokes I would stop and grind in circles deep inside her to stretch and hurt her. After a few cycles her body went limp, she quit crying out, she only whimpered for me to finish.
I had her thick curvy body pressed against the arm of the couch and I was now hammering into her torn bleeding hole. I felt my loin ache as I knew I was close again, I decided it was time to wake her up so she could remember this.
?You’re so fucking tight!! I am gonna really enjoy filling this fat ass of yours Sister, I wont stop until I cum, is that what you want Sister Agnes? Is it? Say it!?
She grunted and moaned, and then her voice broken and hoarse from screaming relented to the assault and spoke what I wanted to hear.
?Please sir, Please, I need you to cum, I need the pain to stop, if that means you need to cum then use me, fill me, make me a vessel to carry your seed in, just for Gods sake make the pain stop!?
That’s what I wanted to hear, her beg for it, I spread her cheeks as wide as I could, then began pulling all the way out and ramming it as far in as I could get it, stretching open her insides in places I hadn’t reached before, her cries began anew as I buried myself in her, grabbed her hair with my free hand pulling her head to the side, I leaned over her forcing her to kiss me as I felt my balls boiling, my shaft grew even thicker stretching her more as she cried into my mouth, I forced my tongue into her mouth as stream after stream erupted into her body.
It seemed it would never stop, it felt so good. I finally slid out of her and sat back and looked at the beautiful round ass I had just defiled. I now sat noticing for the first time the blood and semen running down her meaty thighs.
Her thick black pubic hair wrapped around stopping just prior to her rosebud. She cried nonstop now, her vows officially broken. I grabbed my clothes, dressed and left her with one last thought.
She was balled up on the couch, having pulled her gown down over her legs she was just laying there, not crying, not speaking, just laying there staring blankly.
?Sister Agnes, as a Christian you’re bound to forgive anyone who asks it of you isn’t that right?? She nodded her head yes but didn’t speak.
?So Sister, I want you to forgive me, I apologize for hurting you, for raping you and I want your forgiveness.?
I handed her back her crucifix and she glared at me as she took it.
?You’re your kidding me; you can’t ask that of me it’s not fair! Don’t ask that of me!!?
I smiled knowing once she forgave me she couldn’t report the crime under her tenants of faith.
?You have to forgive Sister, you took your vows, and you set the example for the church don’t you??
She began to tear up as she looked at me, ?you bastard, you know if I don’t forgive you I will pay for it in purgatory, and yet if I do the church wont allow me to report you to the police!?
I give her a solemn look as though I truly feel bad. Having done my homework I know she really has no choice at this point.
?Fine, in my eyes you are forgiven, you need to see the priest for your penance and atone, as do I, now please just leave me be please.?
I thanked her for forgiving me and walked out putting the mask away, heading home to shower before crawling into bed with my wife for a little quickie as I reminisced about the precious Sister.
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