Message-ID: <29481asstr$985338604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Stephen Gray" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 20:34:16 EST Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 04 {S Gray} (MF nc mc reluc preg bibl) Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 04:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english 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... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+