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Subject: {ASSM} Sister Mary Margaret by Katie McN (M+f, F+f, m+f+F, NC,  MC, Gangbangs, Etc., Katie R/Claudette, RP)
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Sister Mary Margaret

By Katie McN
katie@katiemcn.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. A sainted religious
figure falls into the clutches of Katie R. 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.

I'd love to hear from you. if you have time send me an e-mail at
katie@katiemcn.com

---

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.

"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 Wozza.
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.

Wozza 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

By Katie McN
katie@katiemcn.com


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