An hour, maybe two passed before anyone entered the room again.
"We've got the others around," Jack said. Rico was behind him, rubbing the barrel of his gun against his unshaven cheeks. "Ain't nobody leavin' here 'til it's safe for us."
Sister Mary Theresa felt shamed before these men. Stretching one arm to the side she picked up her discarded garment and covered her tits and cunt modestly. She was shivering, her teeth chattering both from fear and cold. What were they waiting for? Park? Mother chance at murder? Surely they planned their place of refuge carefully. No police would come and swarm over the convent looking for political assassins. They wouldn't unless they received a phone call. An idea struck the young nun. Perhaps the commandos hadn't cut the lines. Possibly they had friends throughout the city and needed communication to them. She hadn't heard the phone ring. But the nuns received few calls when the school was doped for holiday. If only she could get to a phone!
"Get dressed. I've had my fun with you. You can wait with the others," Jack said, shoving the point of his rifle under her dress and flipping it over into her face.
Rico laughed, scratching his groin. He wanted the young woman sitting half-naked in front of him. But Jack wielded supreme authority in a group where obedience was paramount.
The men remained in the room, watching the embarrassed nun slide from the bed and step back into the torn garments. She held the veil languidly in one hand, afraid the sky would open if she were to place it back on her head. She wasn't worthy to wear this. Years of penance would have to be performed before she could once more look with awe at the altar.
They marched down the long corridor, Sister Mary Theresa's eyes dropped modestly to the floor. Even now she was conscious of Jack's body. She could still feel his arms wrapped tightly around her, his knees digging hard against her ass as he wormed his cock into her cunt. Try as hard as she could, the nun couldn't drive those thoughts from her mind. The sensations stayed with her, the sensations of fucking, of having her cunt licked and sucked!
Once they passed a small room where Sister Mary Theresa caught sight of Mother Superior and several other nuns, Sister Mary Dominic wasn't among them. She saw the older nun look inquiringly at bet, starting to stand up. There were orders barked, and the religious leader sighed and returned to her seat, her lips moving silently in prayer.
"Wait here," Jack said, ducking into one room where another group of nuns sat. Rico stood behind her, his breath growing shallow and uneven. She could sense his mounting excitement. He wanted to fuck her, to feel her body twisting under his. The thought made her mind spin around confusedly. What was happening to her? She was a bride of Christ, and here she was acting like some street whore!
"Hey, stop it!"
At was Joe shouting in the room where Mother Superior sat. Rico stiffened, wheeled around and ran back down the corridor to where the shouts came from. For a few seconds Sister Mary Theresa remained unguarded. Mother Superior's office was only three doors down. Mustering what courage she could find, the nun dashed down the hall, reaching the door and twisting open the handle.
"God," she whispered tensely, darting into the darkened office. She stumbled over a large wing chair, her hands outstretched as she ran for the desk. If only she could get the operator in time, give her the name and address of the convent and beg for help!
Sister Mary Theresa pulled the receiver off the phone, sending the instrument sliding across the polished desk top and onto the floor. It jangled angrily, landing on its side.
"Hello, hello?" she whispered, her heart pounding so hard she thought it would tear through her ribcage. Her eyes darted toward the opened door. Jack had returned and found her missing. She could hear his angry shouts for Rico as he ran down the hall.
"Oh, God, isn't someone there?" she almost shouted. There was a whirring, buzzing sound on the line. Perhaps she'd broken the phone in her haste to call for help. A large bulk in the doorway told her the game was up. The young nun stood there, the phone pressed to her ear as Jack marched into the room.
"Thought you'd pull something funny, eh?" he snarled, tearing the receiver from her hand and smashing it against the side of the desk. Pieces of plastic showered over her body as brightly colored wires tumbled from the instrument. "Don't think you'll be usin' this any more."
Sister Mary Theresa felt her heart sinking. She wanted to faint dead away. What would Jack and his friends do to her now?
"The slut needs a lesson," he said, pulling his revolver out and holding the cold barrel to her head.
Sister Mary Theresa screamed, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. There'd be a loud sound, then nothing. She was sure there'd be no pain. But where would her soul go? Surely to hell considering what she'd done earlier with this foul man.
"Take her down to the chapel," he said.
They moved quickly through the building. When they entered the main sanctuary, Jack flipped on the overhead lights. The narrow room was quiet, filled with the heavy perfume of burned wax and incense. Mass hadn't been celebrated in here for nearly two days and still the pungent odor remained.
Jack ordered her tied to the altar with her back flush against the smooth wood surface. Rico did as he was told, finding rope where the priest's robes were kept.
Jack moved up to her as his friend was finishing up several figure eights on her ankles. He threw back her habit, exposing her lush body.
What is he going to do to me, fuck me again? the nun wondered to herself. Oh, she'd be surely lost if that were to happen. Already her clit was stiffening, the juices were flowing in her pussy, slicking down the folds and hollows. There was no controlling her hot little cunt! It seemed to have a life and will of its own.
Rico grunted with satisfaction, backing away and admiring his handiwork. Sister Mary Theresa shut her eyes and tried to shrink away from his probing stare.
"I think, she's a little ashamed of herself. 'Course, that's what they're told. Body's not good, right honey? But you sure enjoyed yourself a little while ago," Jack said, snorting with derision. "She good and tied?" he asked, his eyes still focused on her wet pussy.
"Yeah, ain't no way she's gonna get loose," Rico said. He reached down and scratched his bulging crotch. He waited silently, waiting for Jack to give him the go ahead to fuck the young nun.
"Get the fuck outta here then," he murmured, a tight smile snaking across his lips. "We've got a lot to talk about in private."
Rico's face fell. Narrowing his eyes, he mumbled something, turning around and stalking out of the vaulted room.
Sister Mary Theresa whimpered, twisting against the ropes holding her tightly to the altar. She'd never been held like this. Being defiled in this house of God was too cruel even for someone like Jack to enjoy. Surely he knew how she'd behave. Would he purposely let her shame herself in front of the Lord, sending her soul straight to hell? Fear for the fate of her soul crept across her mind as Jack approached the altar. Surely in hell, the deepest, most vile pit was being saved for her.
Rico had tied her so her arms were stretched out while her legs were spread wide. As the door to the sacristy closed behind Rico, Jack tugged at the habit, bunching it under her ass. He chuckled to himself, his face looking like that of an amused child as the fold of her heavy black dress jerked free of her clenched butt. The smell of her growing arousal and his sweat filled the immediate tight space around them, that odor more powerful than that of the burning candles. Sister Mary Theresa gasped, feeling faint from all the smells and excitement. The odor from her juicing cunt grew stronger as Jack knelt and lightly stroked her pussy.