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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 04 {S Gray} (MF nc mc reluc preg bibl)
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Chapter Four:  Corruption in the Church


 Sister Catherine considered herself to be a happy, content woman.  Her life
was quiet, simple and peaceful - and that was the way she wanted it to be.
In following the path of her faith, she had been forced...no, forced wasn't
the word...she had chosen to make certain sacrifices in order to become a
nun.  Such choices weren't always easy to make, and more than once she had
questioned her willingness and her ability to give up the worldly pleasures
that so many others freely enjoyed.  But she had made her choice, and she
stood by it.

 And yet, there were times...  In the morning, for instance, when she took a
shower...rubbing soapy lather over her smooth, wet breasts.  She wondered
what it would feel like, to have a man here, doing this to her.  Sometimes
she would look at herself in the mirror as she dried herself with the towel.
Thirty years hadn't done too much damage.  She wasn't quite as slender as
she used to be; her belly was a little round, and her thighs a little
flabby.  But she had always taken a secret pride in the way her breasts
looked.  They weren't overly huge, but she felt sure that they would have
gotten some attention if she wore the right top.  She teased her left nipple
for a moment until it poked out, and then did the same to the other nipple.
"Someone would notice me," she whispered, staring at her reflection in the
steamy mirror.  She could attract a man, if she wanted to.  She could bring
him home with her.  He could be here right now, caressing her, fondling her,
making her ache with desire.  He could be...

 No.  She had made a choice, and she stood by it.  Her faith was worth it.
After all, faith was eternal.  Sexual passion was fleeting - a momentary
bliss, striking like thunder and fading away just as quickly.  She firmly
renounced it, and kept it safely locked away in some dark corner of her
mind.

 Then one day, while getting ready to close the chapel for the evening, she
went to get her coat.  When she turned around, there was a man standing
there.  He was wearing a purple suit, and there was a leering grin on his
pasty white face.

 "Please don't hurt me..." she raised her hands, terror-stricken.  She knew
exactly who he was.

 Joker's smile melted into mock indignation.  "My dear, why do you think I
would ever harm a woman of the cloth?  Especially a beautiful one, such as
yourself?"

 "But...but then...why..."

 "Why am I here?  A good question.  I suppose I'm too late for confession?"

 Catherine nodded, trembling.  "We...we don't do that here, actually."

 "You don't?  Drat...I came to the wrong place, then.  Oh, well...sorry for
the intrusion.  I'll just be going now."

 Catherine nodded again, managing a faint smile.  "Take care."  Could it be
that she would live through this encounter?  She silently thanked Heaven as
he walked away.

 "Oh, before I go..."  Joker turned around and walked back to her.  "I was
wondering if you could answer a question for me."

 "S-Sure."  Catherine's heart was racing.  What did he want with her?

 Joker reached into his jacket and pulled out two silver flasks.  "This is
just a childish notion of mine, but I've always thought that holy water
tastes better than regular water.  There's just something about holiness; I
think it's delicious."  His eyes traveled down the length of her body, and
her heart raced...she didn't like the look in those eyes!  He looked like a
hungry animal, and she felt like trapped prey.

 "So I was wondering," continued the supervillain, "if you, an
honest-to-goodness nun, could tell the difference between the two."

 "Oh, I don't think I could."  It terrified her to refuse him, but she didn'
t know what was really in those flasks.

 "I think you could," said Joker, smiling.  "Go on, try it."

 She shook her head.  "I'm...I'm not thirsty."

 "You will be," he said cryptically.  "Try it."  Those last two words were
laced with underlying threat.

 "All right," she said, nervously.  If she didn't, he might kill her.  And
after all, he was only asking her to take a drink - not sell her soul.

 "That's a good girl," the Joker's ominous smile had returned.  "Here, try
this one, and tell me what you think."

 Catherine fought to hold her hand steady as she took a sip from the flask.
It tasted like regular water.

 "Oh no, not just one sip.  Drink the whole thing, my dear.  How else will
you be able to make a proper decision?"

 She upended the flask and swallowed the whole of it.  Her opinion didn't
change.  "It seems like regular water to me."

 Joker nodded.  "Now try this one."

 Catherine meekly accepted the second flask, and drank the whole thing.
This one had a different flavor...a little sweet, as if it contained a trace
of apple juice.

 "This one tasted different," she said.  "Sweeter."

 Joker nodded and smiled.  "The one you just tasted was unholy water."

 She frowned.  "Don't you mean holy water?"

 He shook his head.  "Nope.  Unholy water.  It has a way of...changing
people, making them delight in sinful activities.  As a matter of fact, I'm
willing to bet that you're already well on your way to becoming a sinful,
lusty woman.  A few minutes from now, you'll betray all of the sacred vows
you took to enter this little sanctuary.  You'll forget this way of life,
and you'll become my willing companion."

 As frightened as she was, she managed a spiteful laugh.  "That's
ridiculous.  Not matter what you do to me...I will never betray my faith."

 Joker sat down on the first pew and folded his hands behind his head.  "OK,
we'll see.  Tell me, my beautiful young priestess...are you a virgin?"

 "What?"  Her heart was beating faster than normal, and she was beginning to
perspire.

 "Are you a virgin?" Joker repeated.  "Has any man's cock ever poked into
that tender slit of yours?"

 "I don't have to listen to this," said Catherine.  She cautiously moved
away, toward the main aisle.

 "Because if you did," said Joker, "you would never have been able to become
a nun.  If you knew what it felt like, to have a hot pole of meat thrusting
into your pussy, to feel it sliding in and out, in and out, in and out...oh,
you wouldn't have been able to live without it."  Catherine had almost
reached the door by now, and Joker raised his voice, calling after her.  "It
's a pity, actually.  You're only here because you've never felt the joy
that only a good cock can give."

 Catherine paused at the door.  Her hand was on the knob; she had only to
turn it to be free.  Instead, she turned and took a few steps back inside.
"For your information, Mr. Pervert, I HAVE had sex.  I know perfectly well
what it feels like.  But I've chosen to follow a higher calling.  A noble,
virtuous calling...something I doubt YOU would be able to understand!"

 Joker stood up and began to walk toward her.  "Oh, I understand it.  You
needed a place to hide from the world, so you came here."

 "I'm not hiding.  This is where I choose to be.  Faith isn't a shelter for
cowards.  It's a calling.  I was called, so I came...willingly."

 "Well now I'M calling you, and I'm pretty sure I can make you
come...willingly."

 "Goodbye."  Catherine turned to go.

 "Don't you want to know what was in that water?" asked Joker.  "It was a
drug.  A very powerful drug, which has already begun to seep into your
brain.  Can't you feel its effects?  For example, I'll bet anything that
your nipples are hard right now, underneath that penguin's outfit.  It's
perfectly natural...that just means that you want them to be sucked.  Am I
right?  Do you want me to suckle you?"

 He took a few steps closer to her, and this time she made no movement to
get away.  She just stood there, with her back toward him.  Joker's lips
curled upwards into a smile.  "And then there's your pussy.  Ah,
pussy...what a beautiful word for such a sensitive, delicate organ.  Tell
me, is there any sex juice leaking down there?  Can you feel it beginning to
ooze out of you, dampening your panties?  Do nuns even wear panties?  I
guess we'll soon find out!  It's all right, my dear...it just means that
your body is getting you ready for sex.  Your cunt wants to make it easier
for me to slide my dick into you.  Oh, you do want me to slide my dick into
you, don't you?"

 He had reached her by now, and still she made no movement to get away.  He
turned her around, and saw that her face was flushed, and she was breathing
heavily.  The look in her eyes was priceless to him...it was a look of fear
that was slowly being replaced by lust - uncontrollable, unavoidable lust.
She didn't want to give in to him - but then, wouldn't it feel great?  A
thick cock, pumping into her cunt...it would be wonderful...

 "Please," she whispered.  "Please don't do this.  If you have any decency
in you at all..."

 Joker pursed his lips and shook his head.  "Sorry, my dear...I'm afraid I'm
sadly lacking in decency.  But I don't see why you're putting up such a
struggle.  Don't you want to feel good?"  He brushed his hand across her
habit, massaging the breast beneath.  Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened.
"Don't you want to feel me inside you?  My cock, pounding your pussy?"

 Catherine knew that she was in danger.  She knew that she should try to
escape, before it was too late.  But Joker's hand kept on massaging her
breast, and it felt so good...  No!  She took a step backward.  Her cunt was
betraying her.  She could feel herself opening; she could feel the lust
welling up inside of her.  How nice it would feel, to have a cock in there!
Sliding in and out, just like he said.  Oh, to surrender to his dick...to
allow herself to be taken...  "Please, God...no..." she whimpered.  She was
steadily losing control of herself.

 "But God wants this," said Joker.  "If he didn't, he would come down here
and put a stop to it.  He would appear in a flash of light and save you, or
stop you from wanting me inside you.  But I'm afraid that's not going to
happen.  God wants this, and so do I - and so do you.  Admit it."

 "Never!"  But then he went back to work on her breast again...cupping it,
grabbing it, rubbing it, tickling it.  "Admit it," he whispered, as his
other hand snaked down her belly to the dark cloth covering her pussy.  She
moaned as his fingers dug into the fabric, seeking out her throbbing sex.
"Admit it," he whispered again.

 As his fingers diligently worked her breast and cunt, her resistance began
to fade.  Little by little, she began to surrender to him.  Her desire for
sex had blossomed into a need, a lust that she had to satisfy.  And here was
a man (albeit, a garish, clown-faced man), who was able to satisfy it.  She
had only to say the word...

 "Joker..." she whispered.

 The supervillain smiled.  "I think it's time to break you out of this
habit, my dear."

 It took a few minutes to remove the cumbersome nun's outfit, but Joker was
delighted to find that she did indeed have panties on underneath - silky
white panties, as well as a bra of the same material.  "You look like an
angel," he said, admiring her body.  Then he began to peel off his own
clothes.

 Catherine watched him as he stripped.  In the back of her mind, a tiny
spark of defiance flared.  She could still escape.  She only had to get up
and run for the door.  Now, while he was busy with his trousers...  It was
now or never.  But then the trousers were down, and she saw the bulge of his
cock through a ridiculous pair of purple Underoos.  No!  Don't look at
it...get out of here!  Kick him in the groin!  Oh, God, he's sliding his
underwear off...don't look at his cock, don't look at his gorgeous cock, his
thick, hard, beautiful cock...

 And then it was too late.  The sight of his engorged penis had hypnotized
her, and she had to feel it inside her.  She felt his hands upon her,
stroking her, rubbing her.  He peeled away her bra, and she smiled as he
stared at her exposed breasts.  She knew the effect that they would have on
him.  She welcomed his next kiss; she wrapped her arms around him as he
leaned over her, his naked cock grazing against her pubic mound.  She was
ready for it, ready to give in.  But he was in no hurry.  His hands
continued to explore her feverish body; they were everywhere, driving her
wild.  His mouth went to work on her exposed breast.  He suckled her with
loud slurping noises, and she began to moan and writhe beneath him.  It was
all over, and she knew it.

 "Oh, yes...that feels so good."  She felt his cock against her thigh, and
yearned to feel it sticking inside her.  "Fuck me," she said.  "Please..."

 Joker silently threw the bra aside and reached for her panties.  She
helpfully raised her hips, allowing him to slide them down her legs and onto
the floor.  And then there was nothing between him and her naked, glistening
pussy.  "Do it," she said.  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

 "My, my.  This is certainly a change of heart.  Or should I say, a change
of mind."  He guided his cock to the entrance of her vagina and rubbed the
bulbous head along her slimy cunt lips.  "I should warn you, my dear - once
I bring you to an orgasm, you won't be the same."

 "What...what do you mean?"  If only he would stop teasing her pussy like
that...it was hard for her to think clearly, as horny as she was.

Joker continued his expert ministrations as he explained.  "The nice,
virtuous person you were will soon cease to exist.  She will be replaced by
a lusty, hedonistic sex-addict.  Is this what you really want?"

 "No," she shook her head.  It wasn't what she wanted.  But her cunt was so
hungry, and there was his cock, his large, enticing cock, just about to
enter her.  She didn't give a damn about his nonsensical warnings; she just
wanted to feel that cock.

And then she felt it, slowly going inside of her.  Digging its way deeper,
inch by wonderful inch.  This was the answer to her ache.  He pulled it out
a little, then slowly pushed it back in.  So slowly...if he kept this up,
she would go mad!  In and out, in and out...how could such simple motion
feel so good?  As if that wasn't enough, he started to rotate his cock,
swiveling it inside of her before pulling out.  In and out, in and out.  She
could feel his scrotum dangle against her soaked bottom with every insistent
thrust.  Her pussy seemed to have a mind of its own; it squeezed around his
invading cock as if wanting to keep it there.  Like a battering ram, he kept
driving his cock inside her, slowly, persistently; she was the wall that he
wanted to break.  Not yet...not yet...

 "Are you enjoying this?" Joker asked, as he pushed his cock into
her...again...again...again...

 "Yes," she moaned, arching her back and massaging her breasts.  "It's been
so long..."

 "Don't you want to be a nun anymore?"

 She shook her head no, and grunted as he slammed into her again.

 "I didn't think so.  As soon as you had a taste of my little elixir, your
vows were as good as gone.  You'll worship my cock from now on," he said,
fucking her faster, driving her into a frenzy.  "You'll hunger for it; you'
ll do anything to feel me sliding in and out of you, like this."  He
continued to pound his cock into her juicy cunt.  "Just a moment more, and
you'll belong to me."  Catherine could not respond; she was busy grunting
and clenching her teeth in response to his cock assault.  "You'll belong to
me, because your lust betrayed you."  His hands massaged her legs as he
screwed her.  "You'll belong to me, because your need for physical pleasure
was stronger than your faith."  He slowed his rhythm a little, allowing his
cock to grind into her cunt at different angles, driving her senseless with
pleasure.

 It just felt too good.  She was beyond caring about faith or free
will...she just wanted to feel that cock of his, boring into her squirming,
squeezing love tunnel.  As if that wasn't bad enough, his hands were all
over the place...rubbing her legs, her ass, her belly; he was paying
attention to her in all the right places.  And then she felt his fingers
massaging her pussy, just above where that wonderful cock was sliding in and
out, in and out.  Those fingers of his were so close to finding her
throbbing clit...

 And then it was all over.  She wailed in orgasm...her cunt erupted in a
flow of cum that covered his invading cock and spilled out down her bottom.
His cock just kept on thrusting, and she kept on cumming.  Wave upon wave of
orgasm; her mind was lost in it.  His cock, his cock, his relentless cock.
She was in love with it, and wanted nothing more than to feel it spurt its
seed inside her.  Her wish was granted just a few seconds later, as she felt
the warm semen jetting into her cunt.  She could almost feel the little
sperm wriggling their way into her womb, desperately trying to find her
waiting egg.

 Joker bent down and kissed her on the lips.  "Now wasn't that fun?"

 She nodded up at him, smiling dazedly.

 Joker smiled.  "I hate to say it, but I told you so."  He kissed her again.


to be continued...

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