From: "andyK" Subject: *NEW* Nuns Pt. IV Date: 1999/08/16 Message-ID: <7p7mpu$6lk$4@news1.cableinet.co.uk> X-Priority: 3 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2014.211 X-Complaints-To: abuse@cableinet.net X-Trace: news1.cableinet.co.uk 934764158 6836 195.188.24.99 (16 Aug 1999 00:42:38 GMT) Organization: Cable Internet (post doesn't reflect views of Cable Internet) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal NNTP-Posting-Date: 16 Aug 1999 00:42:38 GMT Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories "Suck my fat dick, sis!" Jason Billington laughed as he forced his sister's face down on his fat little teenage cock. "Suck it like you sucked that big dog cock!" Susan Billington nearly gagged as her younger brother's penis invaded her throat. The sixteen-year-old tried in vain not to touch it with her tongue or lips but to no avail. The girl was still in shock. How could this be happening to her in the safety of her own home? Things had happened too quickly for Susan to understand. Just a few minutes earlier she had been walking around her family home with a feeling of total security. In the last week and a half she had been raped by both a priest and her father, had been accused of being a lesbian and chased from school, and finally had found her boy-friend in the process of raping her mother. However the young girl had been born in this house and despite her fear of her rapist father she still felt comforted here, surrounded by familiar things. Mary Billington, Susan's mother, was upstairs now. The girl had tried to persuade her to go to the police with a complaint about Paul, but the woman was obviously too deeply in shock to think about such things. The only thing the older woman could babble on about after the attack was about bathing in cum, whatever that meant. The house was quite. Susan's father Harold would not be home for a few hours yet. By that time Susan hoped to have gathered a few things together and escape to her Auntie Theresa, after she had built up enough courage to tell her mother about her father's attack. After Susan had her mother on her side she was convinced that things would begin to get better for her. From one of the back rooms Susan could hear laughter. She smiled as she recognised the voice of her younger brother Jason. He was thirteen years old and possibly Susan's best friend as well as brother. She opened the door to watch his chubby smiling face as the boy sat watching television. "What are you watching?" She smiled. After the depravity of the past few days, it felt good to watch the child enjoying the inanity of Children's television so much. "It's a film about a naughty doggie!" Jason giggled. "Come in and watch it." Susan sat on the arm of the chair and watched the screen. At first all she could see was the smiling face of a black dog, possible a Doberman. The camera panned down the animal's body. It was black and shining and shaking with great excretion. Suddenly Susan could see the dog's huge penis as the dog rocked itself in and out of another animal. "It's a bit much for a kid's show!" Susan breathed. "It gets better!" Jason sniggered. The camera began to explore the animal's mate. The animal's glistening penis hammered into a pink and soft fleshed bottom. In horror Susan realised that the bottom belonged to a human girl! "I don't think you should be watching this!" The girl began to launch herself at the television remote control. However her young brother grasped at her large breasts as she leaned across for the control. "You've got big tits, sis!" Jason pushed her down into his small lap and Susan could feel the hard point of his penis through his trousers. He groped her massive sixteen-year-old breasts through the girl's school blouse. "Really big and juicy! Just like that girl on the video!" "Jason! What are you doing!" Susan was trapped leaning over the chair with her head in her brother's lap and her bottom sticking into the air. Jason twisted his sister's head around to look at the screen. Although her vision was obscured by the bulge of the young boys erection Susan could see a pair of huge hanging breasts almost banging against the screen. A young girl could be heard moaning in the background. Jason held her head in an even stronger grip as the girl's face came into view. Susan gasped as she recognised the face of the girl, covered in sweat and screaming in ecstasy. The girl was yelling obscenities at the top of her voice and Jason turned the sound of the television up to maximum. "FUCK ME!" The girl screamed. Her face was purple with pleasure. "FUCK ME HARDER, YOU BASTARD!" The girl was herself. Jason slowly unzipped his cock and began massaging it in front of his sister's face. His other hand lifted the hem of Susan's pleated skirt. "You're a doggie fucking slut, Sue. And I'm going to give you a good spanking!" The boy's tiny hand roamed around Susan's wide bottom. His chubby fingers ran lovingly across the leg band of her white cotton panties. Then suddenly his hand struck viciously across his sister's backside. Susan screamed. "OH FUCK ME, YES!" Her counterpart on the video screen yelled. "NO!" Cried the real girl. "You can't do this to me!" While her mouth was open Jason fumbled his five-inch cock into his sister's wet mouth. "Oh, yes I can, sis," Jason smiled as the palm of his hand rapped her bottom again. "I can even fuck you, yes!" He giggled like the child he was as he forced his cock into his sister's unwilling mouth. Every slap of her bottom brought his cock further and further down the back of Susan's throat. "Oh, yes!" Jason breathed. "I love you, sis. I love the feel of your tongue on my cock. And now if you love my you'll swallow my cum!" "PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!" The TV Susan screamed while pawing at her own tits. Jason rammed his cock deeper into his sister's face as he slammed his hand across her wobbling white arse. "I'm going to cum, Sue!" He began to heave. This was the first time Jason had had a blowjob and he had already lost control of his cock. "I'm going to cum in your mouth!" "YES!" The video yelled. "CUM ALL OVER ME! I WANT YOUR SPUNK ALL OVER MY TITS! SPRAY MY FUCKING TITS!" Jason began clawing at his sister's bottom, ripping her panties to shreds and drawing tiny rivers of blood. "Ugh!" He grunted as his cock began to spit hot cum into Susan's horrified mouth. The boy's bloody finger's found his sister's tiny puckered arsehole. He rammed his finger as far inside as possible. Susan's back arched with shock and pain. Her young brother picked the girl's head up by her long dark hair. Cum dribbled from her mouth as Jason's cock popped out of her lips. "What do you think you two are up to!" There was a sudden scream from the doorway. As Susan stared, open mouthed, at her sudden appearance of her mother, a large dollop of her younger brothers cum dribbled back onto Jason's cock. Father Joseph Foster was preying alone in his room at the St. Ghenna's Academy for Young Girl's. For the last two weeks strange things had been occurring at the school and now events seemed to be reaching some kind of terrible climax. From the moment he had been called into the Headmaster's office and had that weird hallucination about the Mother Superior, Sister Diel, performing deviant acts on herself the once secure school had become a threatening place. Firstly one of his best pupils, Susan Billington, had accused him of raping her. The fact that the attack had occurred at the same time as Foster had been in the headmaster's office meant that he was absolved from guilt, but the girl's still looked at him with less trust than before. The priest had been keen to see Susan, to find out why she had been spreading lies about him in case there was a problem he could help her with. However the school authorities had forbade this. Susan had apparently been found performing a sexual act with an animal, and then later lesbian rape with one of her fellow students, and had disappeared from the school totally this morning. Prior to this, however, Susan had been a happy, intelligent, well-adjusted young girl. Something seriously wrong must of happened to turn such a sweet young girl into pervert. The oddest thing of all, however, was the fact that the school authorities were ignoring all these things. Sister Diel had brushed off Foster's concerns and the Mr. Marchment, the headmaster, had been unavailable all day. School discipline was also a cause for concern. Fewer and fewer pupils were turning up for classes. Even the teaching staff seemed to be disappearing. Those students who did turn up were lazy and petulant. Their language was foul and disgusting and they seemed to have no regard for Foster's position as a priest or a scholar. As he preyed fervently for guidance there was a knock on the door. The priest paused for a moment before opening the door. If he was honest with himself, Foster would have realised he was frightened. The door revealed a young girl, Virginia, more commonly known as Ginnie. She was in Foster's history class but the girl was known to be something of a troublemaker. "Father, I'm worried!" The young girl breathed. "There's something strange going on in the dormitory. Some of the girl's are acting very strange. " Her wide blue eyes were brimmed with tears. "Help me Father, I am very afraid"! The girl grasped the priest's hands in hers and pulled them both down to the floor in prayer. Foster nervously noticed as they sank to the floor that Ginnie's blouse was opened almost to the navel. "Prey with me, father!" The girl insisted. The girl was shaking with fear. It was obvious that even the toughest of the school were feeling the strain of the last few days. The priest bowed his head, but could not escape the view of the girl's lightly tanned and well-rounded breasts. "Let us prey." He began. "Our father," The girl began to recite. "Who fucks in heaven, Wanker be they name, Thy prick will come all over my hot teen body!" Foster raised his head in horror as the girl opened his palms and rubbed them over her warm tits. "OH YES!" She screamed. "FUCK ME FATHER!" "NO!" The priest tried to stand up, to run away. However the young girl held him in a vice like grip. He was unable even to stand up. "Let me go!" He pleaded. Ginnie grinned evilly as she used the priest's own hands to rip open her thin blouse. "No, father!" She lay on her back with her short skirt riding up well past her black high cut panties. "Not until you've given me hot cock communion!" Ginnie laughed. The Catholic priest was sweating with fear. "No!" He cried. "Get away from me, you devil!" "That's right!" The girl jeered as she began to bump and gyrate her backside on the floor. "I'm a little devil! Spray me with your holy cum, priest. then FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" "You poor little girl!" Foster stammered. "You need my help!" "You're the one who needs help, father!" Ginnie teased. "You need help with that huge hard on of yours." She licked her lips at the sight of the erection in the priests canvas trousers. "NO!" Foster couldn't believe his own body was betraying him in such a base manor. "Let me give that hard cock of yours a good sucking, father. You can pretend you're giving me communion!" The schoolgirl laughed. As she flicked her tongue enticingly. "No!" The priest screamed. "NO!" He could feel Ginnie's large rubbery nipples begin to swell and expand as the teenager's breasts grew even warmer. And the hotter her breasts became the more his penis swelled. Already his thoughts were beginning to turn to carnal images of the young girl, writhing on the floor covered in sweat and cum. "I have to get away!" He screamed. The priest brought up his knee to the girl's exposed groin. "You twat!" Ginnie screamed in pain. However the next second she smiled. "Hit me again! HARDER!" The teenager breathed. "Beat father, for I have fucked!" The girl laughed as Foster stumbled towards the door. "What's up, father? Cock getting in the way?" Ginnie sat up, pulled her panties to one side and began furiously rubbing at her pink clitoris. The sight made Father Foster pause in the doorway. His throat was totally dry. It took a lot to launch him through the door, only to find the doorway blocked by the formidable figure of Sister Diel. "Sister!" The priest was shocked. Would she believe that this young girl had thrown herself at him? "It's not what it seems!" The nun said nothing, just launched a tremendous right hook that launched Foster into the far wall of the room. "What are you doing, Susan!" Mary Billington stood accusingly in the doorway, staring at the sight of her daughter dripping cum over her son's naked cock. The girl leapt back onto her feet while drools of seamen spun her to her brother. "Mummy! I'm." Mary screamed across the room and began to paw at her daughter's cum covered face. "You bitch!" The older woman screamed. "Give me that cum!" Susan was stunned. "What?" She stammered. Her mother began clawing at Susan's face. "Shut up you little slut and give me the cum!" Mary began smearing handfuls of her son's cum onto her face and arms. Only a few hours earlier Mary had been promised by an Old Catholic priest that bathing her body in cum every forty-eight hours would give her eternal youth. She was not about to waste a single drop of the precious liquid. "Give me the fucking cum!" Mary turned to her young son who was still sitting on the couch. Furiously she began to wank the last runny globs of cum from his shrinking cock. "Give mummy your cum, Jason. Spray your cum all over mummy, darling!" Susan began backing away in horror. "Mummy?" The girl stammered. "What's going on?" "Fuck off you little whore!" Mary spat as her son's tiny penis disappeared between her fingers. "Poor little Jason," She cooed to the young boy. "Get hard again for Mummy, please. Give mummy your spunk and mummy will let you fuck her cunt." The boy's cock began to twitch. "You want to fuck mummy's cunt, don't you, my little boy?" Jason stared at his sister's retreating breasts. "I think I'd rather Susan gave me a tit fuck, mummy!" He asked in a small voice. "I think that'll get me hard!" "Come here, cunt!" Mary leaned over and grabbed her daughter's legs, tripping her up. As Susan fell her short skirt leapt over her hips, exposing her rather flabby white thighs and her tight white panties. The schoolgirl screamed as her mother leapt on top of her, tearing at her grey school blouse exposing her plain bra. "Look, son. Look at you sister's fucking huge tit's!" Jason was already stroking at his still dripping cock. "I bet you can't wait to shoot your load between these babies!" Mary was almost salivating at the thought of her son's cum. Jason crawled off the couch on his knees and proceeded to shuffle over his sister's body until his slimy dick was between Susan's beautiful breasts. He was once again fully erect. "OH FUCK!" He breathed as he folded the pulpy white breasts over his already worn cock. "Oh, yes, son!" Mary urged. "Fuck that bitch!" "NO!" Susan began hammering on her brother's chest as he began to pump his sister's tits. "Please don't!" "OH YES!" Mrs. Billington raised her short skirt and began to finger herself through her tiny silk panties. "Ride that bitch!" She panted as her face instantly began to glow. "Fuck your sister's tit's and spunk all over mummy's cunt!" "You can't!" Squealed Susan. "Please stop!" "Fuck that!" Jason grunted as he threw his tiny penis between his sister's massive breasts. "This is great! Can I invite my friends around to try this?" He asked his masturbating mother. "This is much better that skate boarding!" "As long as all your little friends bring around their little cock's to fuck mummy, you can do what you want to the little slag!" Mrs. Billington raised her pelvis from the floor to give herself a better angle to insert three fingers into her cunt. Jason giggled maniacally as he squeezed his sister's breasts even tighter together as he approached his second climax. Susan's milky white breasts were now painfully white and her dark brown nipples leapt out at her brother like daggers. "NO!" The girl screamed and shook her head. "NO!" Mary grasped her daughter's head between her knees to stop her struggling. "MOTHER!" The girl screamed. "Hush, now!" Mary began stroking her daughter's face with a hand covered in pussy juice. "You wouldn't your father to know about what's going on? He's asleep upstairs as we speak!" Susan stopped immediately. The attack by her father had been by far the most vicious and sickening thing that had ever happened to the girl in her sixteen years on Earth. She had no wish to see him again. Perhaps if she just let Jason finish what he was doing they would let her go. It was obvious that the mother wanted her son alone, for whatever sick reason. Just as the schoolgirl was thinking this through a glob as hot spunk flew from her brother's cock onto her struggling face. "OH GOUMP!" Her mother was slobbering at Jason's cum; licking it straight from her face smothered her scream. "OH GOD, YES!" Screamed Mary, lapping up the hot seaman. After leaving her daughter's face trailed with spit Mary launched herself at her son's teenage cock, knocking them both from Susan's chest. The girl forced herself not to look behind as she scampered for the door like an animal. Her dangling breasts hurt as they bounced against each other like udders. The girl waddled as her full cut knickers were half way down her thighs, but she dared not slow down to pull them up. As she reached fearfully for the doorknob the girl turned to make sure she had not been followed. The sound of bestial grunting and sucking was all she could hear from behind the couch. Susan decided it was safe to try the door. As she grasped above her head Susan yelped. The knob was warm and soft. The girl gasped in horror as she realised that she was holding her father's massive cock. Sister Diel ran to the dazed Father Foster and hitched up her thick black habit. "Stupid cunt!" She screamed at the priest. "All you had to do was fuck the little bitch! You would have had a bit of teenage twat and we would have had another sex slave! Now I've got to do things the fucking awkward way!" Beneath her robes the nun wore nothing but silk black stockings. The awakening priest got a good view of these as his vision returned. "Sister!" He cried in disbelief. "Shut the fuck up!" The nun cried. Turning to the half-naked schoolgirl Diel barked. "Grab hold of his head, I don't want the little shit squirming all over the place!" Ginnie did as she was bid and the priest found himself in a vice like grip, caught beneath the nun's habit. Above him all he could see was the dark folds of Sister Diel's dripping vagina and the angry prominence of her clitoris. Foster shook with fear. "What are you going to do with me?" He stammered. "Just this." The nun sniggered. Suddenly there was a torrent of red-hot piss as the nun relaxed her spincter muscles. The urine cascaded over the priest's face, running into his eyes, nose and mouth. He tried to move out of the way but Ginnie's firm grip kept his mouth open to receive the stream of scalding pee. The seemingly never-ending river burned its way down Foster's throat. He could feel the almost primal evil of the liquid spreading over his entire body, but was powerless to stop it. Even his soul was darkened by it's passing. After agonising minutes under the terrifying golden shower the priest could feel a dark clout passing over his brain. It was difficult to think even to feel. There was only one thought in his mind now: Only one compulsion in his mind. "FUCK ME!" Father Foster pleaded. "PLEASE FUCK ME, SISTER!" Sister Diel dripped the last few drops of piss onto Foster's face and then straightened her habit. "I don't think so, but we do have another nun who is desperate to be fucked up the arse. Do you think you can do that for me?" The priest gasped like a dog begging for treats. "YES PLEASE!" He urged. "PLEASE LET ME FUCK A NUN UP THE ARSE!" He tore his clothes off, exposing his small penis. The nun smiled. "As you asked so nicely, I will allow it. You may follow me," She walked quickly from the room, "On all fours, like the animal you are!" She ordered. Foster agreed like a sick puppy and trotted after the sister. Ginnie began to strip off completely and was soon joined by another young girl. "We must hurry." Ginnie urged. "We have to be ready for the police!" Meanwhile Foster trotted like an dog behind the nun. Every corridor of the school was filled by girl's wildly fucking their teachers and themselves. Eventually Sister Diel led the captive priest to the headmaster's private study and kicked him inside. There an old nun, Sister Margolis, was whipping the naked backside of another nun, who was strapped to the headmaster's bedposts. Sister Margolis was in her late fifties and was wearing only a black corset, stockings and suspenders and black stiletto shoes. On her head Margolis still wore the white wimple of a nun. Her skin was white and loose and shivered every time she struck the other nun, who was screaming in pain. This other nun was the schools transvestite headmaster, Mr. Marchment. In return for opening the school to Sister Diel and her master he had been promised to be treated as a novice nun by all the nun's and students. He had spent the last two weeks being dressed and abused by almost everybody in the school. "This is Sister Marchment, priest." Sister Diel said. "She is a new convert to our order and still has to pass our last initiation rite; anal intercourse." The nun paused and smiled. "And, of course, castration!" Sister Marchment screamed and tried to struggle against "her" bonds, but the old nun had secured the victim to the posts. Sister Margolis took a tube of KY jelly from the bedside table and slapped a handful of cold jelly onto Foster's rampant cock and began pumping it furiously. "Fuck her up the arse!" The old nun instructed. "Fuck her 'till she bleeds!" "YES!" Foster forced his prick between Marchment's buttocks and forced himself inside. "OH GOD, NO!" Marchment screamed as Sisters Diel and Margolis climbed onto the bed in front of him. The mature, round face of the elder nun smiled at the transvestite as she brandished a large knife in his face. In a moment the blade had flashed down to his groin. "Poor little headmaster!" Diel sneered as she pulled her habit over her head. Sister Margolis began to gently suckle on her firm breasts. Blood from the headmaster covered them both. "You did everything our master wanted and all you asked for in return was the fucking of your life from one of our own. Well, it will be the fuck of your life because after it, you'll be dead!" She giggled as Sister Margolis's stubby fingers entered her cunt. "You see, we need a corpse to show to the police to get rid of the priest here. Young, idealist priests always make a great fall guy in sex crimes. Our master has used them often in the past. And after he is incarcerated suspicion will fall from this school forever. We can do what ever we want to these young girls forever and no one will ever suspect that they are preparing the way for our Dark Lord's arrival on Earth!" Diel took Marchment's discarded cock and forced it into the chubby old nun's cunt. Harold Billington closed his daughter's cold fingers around this hot cock and began to wank. Thanks to a demon spell his penis was able to reach incredible lengths. With Susan's help his dick was now racing towards thirteen inches and was now able to just poke proud of his potbelly. "What's this little bitch been up to?" He roared. "I've been giving her a tit-fuck, daddy!" Jason cried excitedly as he helped his mother rub cum into every mound and crevice of her forty-eight- year old body. "She's a really good fuck!" He added. "You don't have to tell him, darling!" Mary Billington sighed as she guided her son's tiny, cum covered fist into her slopping wet cunt. "That fat twat has probably been fucking her since she was a kid. Susan always was a daddy's girl!" She sneered. Part of the demon's spell was fostering a deep routed and vicious hatred between the once loving couple. Susan tried to pull away her hand, but Harold kicked away the arm that was holding the girl up. As his daughter tumbled to the floor Billington dropped to the floor and grasped her around the neck. "Little dog!" He breathed as he rammed a leather dog collar around Susan's neck. The middle-aged banker kicked his knee into the girl's stomach and left it there as he tore off Susan's school tie and attached it to the collar. Viciously he jerked the makeshift leash. "Get back on all fours, you little fuck toy!" He ordered. Susan had no choice but to obey as the hard leather bit into her soft teenage throat. Jason's giggling she had once thought childish and innocent, now sounded evil and perverse. "Hey, dad! Are you going to fuck that doggie like Susan fucked her doggie!" His speak was punctuated with gasps as his mother began to suck on his dick to get him hard again. "That's right, boy! I'm gonna fuck my little girl hard!" He grunted as began to slide his huge cock up and down the schoolgirl's bum crack. "You get yourself and that slut of a wife of mine over here and I'll show you how to fuck a woman who doesn't have a dozen folds of fat covering her pussy!" Mary Billington raised her middle finger to her husband. "At least now I'm shagging someone who doesn't cum as soon as he smells my cunt!" "But you can smell your cunt from a mile away!" Harold sneered. "Little Susan's got a sweet little pussy!" "Please, daddy!" His daughter sobbed. "Please let me go!" Harold positioned his cock at the mouth of Susan's labia. "Can't do that, honey." He forced the head of his three-inch wide penis into the girl's dry cunt. "Gotta fuck my little daughter!" With a thrust of his pelvis the man buried eight inches of his dick inside his screaming daughter. "OH GOD!!!" Susan yelled until a tug of her leash silenced her. Her head was again grasped by her mother and forced until Mary's groin. "There you go." The woman told her husband. "You even need my help in raping your own daughter!" Mary slapped the girl across the back of her head. "Now you start licking my cunt, girl! It's been sixteen years since you came out of there, now get your tongue back in!" Mary laughed as she felt her daughter's tears cool her hot thighs. "Now you can sit on my face, son, and I'll lick your balls until you can spunk mummy again!" "I don't think I've got any more spunk left in me, mummy." Jason fingered his raw flaccid cock. His mother began to gobble at his tiny sac. "Stop whinging, you fucking little shit!" She screamed. "Mummy needs cock!" "STOP! FUCKING"! WHINGING!" Harold screamed between thrusts into his sixteen-year-old daughter. His cock was eighteen inches long now and still growing. Suddenly he withdrew his mighty penis. Its head was glowing red and dripping with Susan's cunt juice as he wanked himself furiously. Harold screwed his face in anticipation just as his cock fired a stream of cum across his daughter's back, his wife's belly and tit's and his son's own cock and legs. "FUCKING GREAT!" Harold slipped his dripping cock between his daughter's buttocks and began to siphon the last of his cum over her. "You're the best fuck daddy's ever had, Susan! Now daddy's gonna fuck you until you die!" Suddenly there was the chime of the doorbell. Susan and Jason looked in shock but their parents calmly reacted to the intrusion. Mary continued working on Jason's spent member while Harold casually zipped up his trousers. "I've arranged a little surprise for Susan." He explained and threw the leash to Jason. "Make sure she doesn't get away." A police patrol car screeched to a halt out side the Ghenna Academy as dawn broke over the school's ancient towers. "Creepy place!" Sargent Callum observed to his driver, WPC McKenzie. "I've always found school's creepy." The young girl smiled. Under her starched uniform she had a lithe body, and her bottom rounded out her tight black skirt perfectly. Callum tried not to stare at the outline of a pair of thong panties as the young woman leapt up the stone stairs to the entrance. Just as the heavy oak doors of the building opened, seemingly by themselves, another police car drew up to the driveway. "DCI Harris!" Callum called to the newcomer. "I didn't realise you had answered the call." Detective Chief Inspector Tom Harris was a tall man with a mop of distinguished silver hair. "I'm haven't, officially. But this is my daughter's school and I want to make sure that Debbie's safe. Do you have a problem with that, Sargent?" The DCI had a reputation of being a hard man to deal with and neither Callum or McKenzie felt the need to cross him "No, sir!" The Sargent snapped obediently. As he turned to the door he was confronted by the sudden appearance of Sister Diel, now fully and properly dressed in her robes. "Thank the Lord you have arrived!" She cried desperately. "I believe something terrible is happening in our headmaster's office!" Swiftly the nun led the three officers through the now deserted corridors of the Ghenna Academy. All traces of the orgy of just hours ago had been carefully removed and the police were treated to the sweat sounds of the student girl's singing hymns as they hurried to the headmaster's study. "Oh my God!" McKenzie screamed as she flung open the heavy door. Inside Father Foster was still fucking the non-moving body of Marchment. Blood was pouring from the headmaster's eyes, mouth and anus. The manic priest giggled insanely as he continued to pummel the dead body. "I'm fucking her up the arse, officer!" Both Callum and Harris rushed the obscene priest at once and forced him to the ground. Foster's cock was mashed almost to a bloody pulp. As the two bodies flew apart the priest came in a torrent that spat across the room and splashed all over the nun and policewoman. Both women screamed in terror. The dead body fell to the floor. Marchment was still dressed as a nun, but a full set of lingerie had been added to the corpse. The headmaster's white French knickers were still dripping with dark red blood. The DCI forced the priest's arms behind his back and threw a pair of rigid cuffs around his wrists. "That'll take care of you, you bastard!" He spat into Foster's ear before kneeing him in the blood splattered groin. "Get rid of the pervert, Sargent." Callum almost threw the body out of the room. "With pleasure, Inspector!" Harris found himself covered in Foster's blood sweat and slime. He tried to wipe it off on his bright white uniform but it seemed to cover him like a second skin. "You had better wait here for the coroners people. You can get a report from the sister here at the same time." He ordered McKenzie. The young constable took the shocked looking nun to sit on the only available seat, the bed. "I'm going to check up on my daughter." The Inspector continued. "Do you happen to know where I can find Deborah Harris, sister?" "Actually," Diel looked scared. "I think the last time I saw young Debbie was late last night. She told me she had a private lesson with Father Foster!" The tall Inspector ran from the room. "Do you think she's alright?" McKenzie asked the nun. The young WPC's gaze never left the dead body. She had seen corpses before but they had never affected her like this before. She felt unusually hot, and for some reason excited. "I think so," The Sister replied. "But then, I'm a pervert!" Swiftly she gasped the policewoman by the scruff of the neck and rammed their lips together. For a full minute she held their mouths together, entwining their tongues as one. McKenzie didn't protest at all. Inspector Harris ran down the oak lined corridors, screaming his daughter's name. The school was suddenly quiet, but the speeding policeman did not notice. It took him a while to find his way to the entrance hall to find a site map of the school from where he could find the location of the master's rooms. It turned out that Foster's room was only around the corner from the room he had just left. Again Harris ran through the now lifeless corridor and was exhausted by the time he made it to Foster's quarters. "Debbie!" He hammered on the heavy door. "Debbie!" There was no answer. The Inspector's head was throbbing with anger and frustration. What if his daughter wasn't here? He hadn't thought to check the location of the girl's dormitory to see if the girl was all right. The tough Detective would look foolish if his daughter were still asleep while he was hammering doors down trying to find her. Harris shook the door handle again, and this time the door slid open gently. "Hello?" He called, sheepishly. "Is they're anyone here?" There was no reply, but the policeman could hear faint voices in the background. He pushed the door wide-open and stepped inside. The door was a mess with clothes strewn across the floor and furniture. With a sneer he realised they were all items of women's underwear, probably stolen from the female students. Several TV monitors and video recorders were set up around the walls of the room. Every screen showed the same image; that of a young girl's bottom covered in thick navy school knickers. As a pair of male hands grasped the waistband of the panties, a tiny young voice cried: "Don't take my knickers off, Father Foster!" The Inspector scowled at the screen. He had enough evidence here to put the degenerate priest away for years. "Don't take my knickers off, Father Foster!" The tape repeated itself. Harris found himself touching his fly with one hand and the crotch of a pair of discarded panties with the other. The panties were still warm, he realised and his cock leapt into his hand. The thought occurred to him that he could steal a pair of panties to wank off into later and nobody would ever know. "Don't take my knickers off." The girl on the video had unusually fair skin and a gently rounded bottom. Harris began to think that he could even have a wank here as it would be a while before the lab boys arrived. A muffled sound from the bedroom brought the Inspector back to reality. He hadn't even thought of checking in the small anteroom. He stuffed the panties in his pocket without thinking as he ran to the door. The sight that met his eyes there struck the policeman like a thunderbolt. Tied to the bed and dressed in only a floral crop top and matching panties, was his daughter. Debbie smiled as her father entered the room, lifting her pig-tailed head from the pillow and smiling through her teeth braces. "Hello Daddy!" She cried warmly. "I'm Father Foster's little fuck toy!" Jason had his sister bent over the armchair with the leash pulling between her legs, while he licked out her arse-hole. Their mother sat on the floor in front of them, urging her son to fuck her again. She had taken off her tiny thong panties and was fingering her bald pussy furiously. Her son was now wearing her discarded knickers, although they were at least two sizes too small for him and tore his buttocks painfully. "I want to wear your knickers all the time, mummy!" Jason said. "Only if you keep fucking mummy." Mary was already desperate for more cum. "Remember you promised to bring your little friends around to play with mummies cunt!" From the hallway Susan could hear voices, her father's deep voice and a woman's lighter tones. Although she preyed for help the girl hoped that her father would keep the visitor outside to spare them the humiliating sight of her being liked out by her younger brother. However the voices were getting louder. As Jason's tongue began to force it's way up her anus Susan could hear the door open. "Come in," Her father said. "We're just having a little family time, but I'm sure that Susan will be delighted to see you. You are her favourite auntie, you know!" The schoolgirl craned her head around as far as she dared. As she did so her auntie Theresa stood framed in the doorway, with her father looming behind her. "No!" Susan tried to shout a warning, but it was too late. "What's going on here!" Theresa was horrified at the sight of her sister masturbating in front of her two naked children. "We're just having a good old family fuck!" Harold told her simply. Then suddenly and viciously he threw the woman onto the floor. "And you're invited to join in!" Theresa was slightly older than her sister being almost fifty years old. Also her figure was more matronly than Mary's, having had four children in her twenties. "How dare you!" She yelled. Theresa had married well and was well installed in the upper class. Secretly she had always looked down on her sister and her husband and this latest impudence only confirmed her contempt of her fat little brother in law. "Oh, fuck off!" Harold dropped his trousers and began pushing up his sister-in-laws dress. Underneath she wore a silk underskirt and black pantyhose. Her nude control panties were well filled out with middle aged spread. "I always wondered what your twat looked like!" Harold laughed as the woman tried to push him off. "Get away from me, you bastard!" Theresa screamed to her sister for help. "Mary! What's going on here?" "Oh, don't worry!" Mary was fingering her twat furiously now while forcing her other hand down her sister's cleavage. "He won't take long. He's a miserable little wanker!" "Mummy?" Jason rested his head on his sister's warm backside. "Can I fuck auntie after daddy's finished raping her?" "Of course you can, darling?" Mary gasped as she forced her entire hand inside her cunt. "As long as you promise to shoot all your lovely cum over mummy." Jason nodded enthusiastically and dragged his sister by the leash to where his father had ripped the pantyhose from his auntie's crotch. Then he forced Susan to sit her naked dripping wet cunt on her auntie's protesting face. "This'll keep the bitches quiet for you, daddy!" He then stuffed his own tiny penis into his sister's mouth. "Thanks, son." The older man was dripping with sweat. "But I like to hear the bitches scream!" After just a few minutes of frantic fucking Harold pulled out his cock and came over his sister-in-law's designer dress. "Your turn, son." He muttered as he rolled off the woman and rammed his sopping cock into his daughter's protesting mouth. As Susan shifted her weight Theresa took the advantage to scream. "You sick bastards!" But was silenced by her own sister's tongue entering her dry mouth. "Don't worry, sis." Mary hissed in her sister's ear. "I wasn't keen the first time I was raped either, but you'll get used to it." She laughed harshly as she straddled Theresa's face. "However, as you're my favourite sister, I'm going to make it a little more bearable for you." With that she lowered herself gently onto her sister's squirming face and began to piss into her mouth. "Drink it all up now!" Mary urged as Theresa gurgled and spat at the almost endless torrent of golden urine that battered her lips. "Hurry up, you fat cow!" Harold was busy wiping the rest of his cum over Susan's tits. "I want sis there to call those twin cunts of hers around for a gang-bang!" "Not the twins!" Screamed Susan. "They're only fourteen for God's sake!" Harold slapped his daughter's tit's so hard that scarlet welts appeared almost at once. "Fuck off, slut! I want some tight teenage twats and I want them now!" "No, auntie!" Susan begged. "Don't give them the twins!" "The twins." Theresa's speech was slurred. "My little babies." "That's it, auntie!" Susan urged. "Don't give in to these degenerates!" "My little babies." Theresa giggled. "My little fuck toy babies!" She cried as her nephew began fucking her inflamed cunt. "Give me the fucking 'phone! I want to be first to suck on those bald little twats of my babies!" Detective Chief Inspector Harris ran across the dingy, lingerie covered room to free his daughter. His worst fears had been realised: the pervert priest had obviously been using the poor female students as his own sex slaves. The man was shaking with anger as Debbie, in her sweat sodden underwear, struggled against her bonds. "Don't worry, darling!" He told her. "I'll get you out of here in a second!" Debbie Harris wrapped her thin warm arms around her father. "Oh, daddy! Take me, daddy, please take me!" The policeman only just managed to untie his daughter's feet and ankles. "You can stop struggling, love. I'll have you out of here in just a few seconds." Debbie's grip on his neck increased and Harris found it hard to move. "You can have me now, daddy!" The young girl hissed in Harris's ear. While her father was startled Debbie began to lick his ear lobes seductively. "Debbie!" The policeman was stunned. "What are you saying?" The girl ignored him and began to run her hands gently down the front of his uniform trousers. "Mmm," She murmured into her father's ear. "What a big cock you've got, daddy! I bet that'll feel so good inside your little daughter!" Harris threw the girl away from him. "You don't know what you're saying, girl!" His voice shook with fear, and possibly something else. "That bastard's been playing with your mind!" Debbie lay on the bed and opened her legs amazingly wide and began to stroke the inside of her thin white thighs. "He's been playing with my pussy too, daddy!" She purred. "And he's made it all wet! I need your big cock inside it to make me feel better!" "I've got to get you to a hospital!" Harris forced himself not to look at his daughter's magnificent thighs. He grabbed her from the bed, trying not to feel the impression of Debbie's hardened nipples through her thin top. "You need help!" "I NEED FUCKING, DADDY!" The teenager screamed and wrapped her legs around her father. "FUCK ME, DADDY! FUCK MY HOT CUNT!" She began to hump herself against her father's covered groin. The Inspector was terrified, not just in the change in his daughter, but the fact that he was responding so strongly to the fifteen-year-old. From the other room he could hear the video still running. ".Take my knickers off, Father.Take my knickers off, Father." Suddenly he realised the voice was Debbie's. As Harris stood open-mouthed realising he had nearly masturbated over the video of his own daughter's rape Debbie forced her mouth to his. The policeman was powerless to stop his young daughter's tongue roaming around inside his mouth. Indeed, he found himself hugging the girl's hot body even closer to him. Her tongue was hot and bitter flavoured. Harris could feel a searing hot glow pass through his whole body and centring on his cock. "Bitch!" He yelled at Debbie as he again threw her onto the bed. However this time he forced his fly apart and leapt on top of his daughter's half-naked body. "You little bitch, you've been begging for this!" Harris screamed as he tore his daughter's thin panties to one side and began fingering her bald cunt. Debbie's innocent eyes suddenly opened wide, as if wakening from a nightmare. "Daddy!" The young girl shrieked. "What are you doing, daddy!" Suddenly her father's massive cock thrust itself into the schoolgirl's tight twat. "NO, DADDY!" She began hammering at her father's chest and shoulders. "YOU'RE HURTING ME, DADDY!" However the Inspector paid no attention to his little girl's screams. Instead he just forced his cock further and further inside the delicate looking girl, driving faster and faster. "You love it, you little cunt!" He told her. "You just love having your daddy's cock deep inside you!" However Debbie just continued screaming in pain and horror. She continued screaming for almost an hour, until her father lifted her cotton crop top and sprayed his cum over his daughter's tiny tits. The girl simply shuddered in terror as Harris wiped his cock clean on her panties and crawled off his daughter's limp body. "And just what has been going on here!" There was a female voice from the doorway. Sister Diel stood behind a video camera. Behind her stood Sargent Callum. Both looked disgusted. "I've been fucking my daughter!" Harris announced gleefully. Then a shadow crossed his face, as if he refused to believe his own words. Horrified he looked back at the shivering young body on the bed. "Oh, my God!" He sighed. "I raped my own daughter!" The nun smiled. "And we've got it all on video, haven't we, Sargent?" "Indeed, sister." Callum strode into the bedroom. Harris shook his head resignedly. "Take me in, Sargent. I'll admit it all." However Callum walked straight past him, stripping off his clothes as he climbed onto the bed with Debbie. The young girl giggled playfully. "You've got a nice big cock, Mr. Policeman. Can I suck it for you, please?" Harris was confused. "What's going on here?" He demanded. "Your daughter is the sex slave of our master, Inspector." Sister Diel explained quietly. "As you are yourself. She is programmed to have sex with every man she meets, apart from you." Diel began to drop her clothes from her delicate shoulders. The nun was naked underneath. "She feels no shame or guilt for this, in fact she enjoys it." The nun smiled gently as she ran her fingers over her erect nipples. "However, you will be totally obsessed with having sex as often as possible, but only with girl's under the age of sixteen. You have become a pedaphile, but this state will not be natural for you." Sister Diel plunged three fingers into her cunt and screamed. With her other hand she stroked the Inspector's flaccid cock. "Grown woman do nothing for you now!" She laughed. "After you have satisfied yourself with these poor, innocent young girls you will return to normal, and will remember every thing you have put these little children through. And you will hate yourself for it. Until the next time another tiny tittle youngster walks by. Although you may consider giving yourself up for help, I remind you what happens to ex-policemen in prison, and what happens to pedaphilles in the same circumstances. You will die, horribly." The naked nun walked to the bed and rolled Debbie's cotton panties under her flat buttocks. Her father could feel his heart pound in his chest as his cock began to twitch. Sister Diel flicked out a long red tongue at the top of the teenager's arse crack. "You may even consider suicide, especially as you will find that your desire for your own daughter to be greater than any sexual desire you have ever felt before. And that you will be the only man on Earth that Debbie will refuse sex with, so you will be forced to rape your daughter, again and again!" The nun straddled Debbie's narrow bottom and began humping her into Callum's cock. "However you will find what is waiting for you in hell far more disgusting for you." She smiled. "I'll remember to give your mother my best the next time I'm fisting her. She can't wait for her little boy to join us! However if you obey a few simple commands from my master, he will ensure you will have willing, or not so willing partners." Harris looked at the sight of his daughter gobbling furiously at Callum's cock. The policeman's cum dribbled from her fifteen-year-old lips. He could feel his own prick begin to harden again. "What do you want me to do?" Susan was able to creep away while her mother was sucking at her sister's tits, while her younger brother fucked his mother up the arse and her auntie sucked her husbands cock. The four were so engrossed in their incestuous love making that the girl was able to simply walk over the one sweating, heaving body to freedom. She ran upstairs, trying to block out the sounds of grunting and screaming coming from below. Susan grabbed her sports bag from her wardrobe and began throwing clothes into it. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled out her underwear draw to change clothes. As she pulled open the draw the girl jumped back in horror. The sea of pink and white lingerie was covered in white and yellowing slime. The salty smell left Susan in no doubt what the substance was. "Cum." Susan shivered. Probably from both her father and brother, she feared. "The bastards!" Keeping close to the wall, Susan ran to the airing cupboard at the top of the stairs and pulled a pair of clean panties from the clean laundry pile. From the downstairs room she heard the sound of the two middle-aged women crying in pain and pleasure. She jumped into the fresh panties, realising only as she tried to pull them over her hips that she had chosen a pair of her mother's satin G-strings. Forcefully she pulled them high over her hips, and the string sank deep between her plump arse cheeks. However there was no time to change. "More pussy!" The girl heard her father roar. Sooner or later the group would notice Susan's absence. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door and Susan ran back into her room and closed the door. Tears dropped from the girl's face as she recognised the voices of her young nieces. "Mummy!" They shouted excitedly. Then, after a shocked pause: "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" After another moment: "Uncle Harold! What are you doing to mummy?" There was the sound of struggling from the hallway. "Mummy! Don't touch me there!" The door slammed with the sound of a thunderbolt. "No! Please, don't! Leave my skirt, my pants! Mummy!" Susan could stomach no more. She knew there was nothing she could do to save the girl's, her parents were too strong, to bestial to be stopped by one girl. Also, in some way that she didn't understand, most of the rapist's victim's seemed to be permanently under the sex spell. Only she seemed to be immune. Susan needed help from the authorities. The girl threw her bag out of the window and scrambled down the drainpipe. As Susan struggled to the ground her short school skirt was caught in the breeze, exposing her flabby white backside to public view, and to one particular pair of eyes. The police car screeched onto the kerb as Susan ran out onto the pavement. The girl threw herself onto the bonnet in terror. If the police took her back her father would have some terrible punishment in store for her. "Hey, you!" She was hailed from the police car. "What do you think you're up to?" Susan walked to the driver's window, keeping the car between her and the house. She realised that this might be the opportunity she needed to let the authorities know about her family's strange behaviour and possibly get them some psychiatric help. "I know I must have looked suspicious, officer, but my." "Don't I know you?" The policeman asked. "Aren't you a friend of my daughter?" Susan recognised the officer as Inspector Harris, father of her once best friend. However only this morning Debbie Harris had accused Susan of lesbian rape. "It's Susan, isn't it?" The Inspector inquired. "What are you doing, running away from home?" "I." The girl was suddenly unsure of herself. If Debbie had spread her lies to her parents, it was doubtful that she would be believed. "Yes." She finally answered. "I don't like it there any more." "Kids!" Harris laughed good naturally. "Still, if you're going to live rough, you're going to need some money. Would a tenner do you any good?" He took a crisp note from his wallet. Being from a well off family, Susan had rarely thought of money. Of course she would need money to live on until she got a job. "I suppose I will. I will pay you back as soon as possible, Inspector." Inspector Harris seemed very friendly, perhaps she could explain her problem to him and he would help. The policeman smiled. "No need for that." He told her as he unzipped his uniform trousers. "Just get in the car and give me a blow job!" Susan gasped in horror. "No!" She heaved. Harris began wanking furiously. "Come on! If you're any good this could be a regular thing, and I could recommend you to the lads at the station." Susan fled, and all thoughts of going to the police for sanctuary fled with her. She was totally on her own now and unable to trust anyone. From the back seat of the police car came a woman's evil laughter. Sister Diel sat upright, observing the girl's flight. "You should of offered her more, you cheap bastard!" The nun sneered at Harris as he began shaking in his seat, eager to cum before the girl was completely out of sight. "I'd give you a hand," She leered, "Except that you can't get it up with anyone over sixteen years of age now, can you? Still, after this we'll go and watch the kiddies being let out of school. I just hope that none of the little darlings catch you playing with yourself while you're supposed to protect them from filthy perverts. Like yourself!" The nun screamed. The policeman watched the girl run with her skirt flying in the wind, flashing her white backside. That was the sight that made him shoot cum all over his uniform tunic.