I made my way to Hell House and surveyed the grounds as surreptitiously as I could. It was 9:45, so I had the cover of darkness on my side, but it also served to cover any defenses the good Sisters may be employing. After assuring myself that there simply was no quick, quiet way in which to gain entry into the convent, I walked to the door and kicked it in only to find ... nothing. Not a single person, not a single thing. I was standing in a foyer bereft of décor of any kind. It was just white walls and hardwood floor and nothing more.
I took a step, then I heard it. Growling. Low, bestial. Then about fifteen yards ahead of me, I saw the daemonic brute. It was a rottweiler. It tensed. Remembering the lessons my father taught me when dealing with wild beasts such as this, I assumed a karate stance, then turned my right hand into a spearhead. It charged. I maintained my position. It gained speed. I never faltered. It leapt, barking loud, slobber flying from its mouth. I pushed my arm forward with every ounce of strength I had, and just as soon as I felt my hand slide down the fiend's throat, I clenched it into a fist as I brought it down hard upon the floor. I drove a knee into its exposed ribs and kept my full body weight on it, waiting, just waiting.
The dog thrashed about with its claws, rending my flesh. It gnawed more out of panic than a sense of protecting its masters, tearing my flesh even more. Then, finally, its movements slowed as the animal became more and more enfeebled from lack of oxygen, then it died. Just to be sure, I broke its neck once I removed my hand from inside it. I surveyed my arm. I was bleeding, but there wasn't anything too deep.
I looked up and saw a dim light coming from a doorway. That was my next destination. I made it there to see that it was a stairwell leading down. My arm had really begun to hurt, but my adrenal glands were pumping their precious, fight-or-flight hormones throughout my system, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. For the record, I was here to fight.
Once I had bottomed out, I came across a floor of cells. All were empty except for one, which housed a small, Asian woman. "Please," she said to me when I looked in. "Please help me. "The things they make us do ... It's awful."
The door was secured by a latch only. I unbolted it, allowing the woman freedom. "Oh, thank you so very much. I owe you my life."
"Just help me find my sister."
"Then you'd better come this way," she said as she led me forward. "If she's not down here with me then there's only one other place they'd have taken her." She led me to a room that was thirty feet in circumference. "Each one of these leads to a cell," she told me of the twenty red doors that peppered the wall. "Shelly should be in one of them."
"I never told you her name was Shelly."
She slowly turned, a huge, beautiful smile on her face, then she quickly kicked me in the nads. I doubled over from the pain. I vaguely remember seeing her fit brass knucks on her right hand—wondering where she had kept them—and the next thing I knew she was cracking me up side the head over and over again until I fell to one knee. She drew back as far as the Canadian border to deliver the death blow, but I pushed myself up and violently drove an uppercut to her chin. She flew five feet up and ten outward before hitting a wall and crumpling to the floor. I stumbled toward her and cautiously looked. I had driven her jawbone out behind her ears.
I grabbed the brass knucks, fitted them onto my own hand, then began checking cells one-by-one. They were all empty. There was silence in this great hall of pain and torture and God knows
what else, then I heard it. The tiny rustling of chains. "Shelly?" I cried out.
"Michael. No."
I followed her voice to a throne at the back of the room. "Shelly, it's okay. I'm here now."
"No, Michael. You must leave. I was wrong. My place is here."
"Shackled like a slave?" I asked in disbelief. "They've brainwashed you again, but we're going to get out of here and get you some help." Amid her protestations, I searched for a way to remove her chains. Finally, I just grabbed them and pulled, jerked, heaved, hoed, over and over again until the concrete around the bolt began to crack, then I uprooted the damned thing. "Come on," I said as I lifted her, but she continued to fight me. We had gotten about halfway through the room when it erupted with light.
There was a cackling laugh. I turned toward the throne to see a woman wearing a nun's coif and nothing more. "Mother Superior! Help me!" my sister screamed.
"You must fight, child," the old crone told her.
Shelly turned on me, and for the second time in less than fifteen minutes my nuts were abused in the unkindest way. I dropped the chain as I fell to the floor. I looked up to see my sister run back to her abductor. Upon reaching the throne, she dropped to her knees and affixed her mouth on the eighty-plus year old's pussy.
"Yes, my child. Sup at my table. Give supplications of good praise and great thanksgiving to your one, true Goddess."
"Shelly, don't!" I cried out, but to no avail. She was under the old biddy's spell.
"Ladies, it's time to deal with this vermin once and for all," Mother Superior said, and no sooner had the words left her mouth than the whole fucking cloister descended from the ceiling like nude, female ninjas. "Attack!"
They slowly circled me. Despite having been kicked in the balls twice already, I felt I could take out the twenty or so bitches intent on serving me to their master. The first ran toward me, but I spun and caught her on the chin with a backhand, the same backhand sporting the brass knuckles, thus sending her to the ground. Three more. I brogue kicked one in the chest, elbowed one on the jaw, then used the third's own momentum against her and sent her skittering along the floor. Then I heard, "Hyyyyyyy-Yah!" It was the little Asian woman I first met in the catacombs. She had returned, and she caught me with a well-placed kick to the back of my neck. I was momentarily unconscious.
I awoke to find my boots and pants had been stripped off me. A sister was holding down each of my arms—the brass knucks had been removed—there was one on each leg, then there was one hovering above my face. She had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. She dropped it onto my mouth, and I immediately began eating it for her even as another crawled upon my cock and began to fuck me. "Yes," I heard Mother Superior call. "Fuck him well, my sisters. Carry his seed within you that we may forge a new paradise upon this earth."
That's all I needed to hear. I began to struggle, but there was just too many of them. I felt my legs grow weak as my cock stiffened, then I ejaculated into the crazed nun's pussy. "Oh, yes," she said deliciously. "I have his sperm, Mother Superior."
I fought as hard as I could, and I finally flipped over and away from the control of these haggard bitches. I saw one holding her belly. Assuming this is the one who just fucked me, I gave a straight kick into her belly. I saw her pussy abort my cum as she flew into the back wall. Then, the sisters were upon me once again. I punched and kicked and beat and whipped for the better part of an hour, but finally, there was just me, the two staring me intently in the face, Mother Superior, and my sister. "Well," I said, out of breath. "Come on. What are you waiting for?"
The first to charge me was the little Asian. I hoisted her up and brought her down hard across my knee, breaking her back. I threw her to the side. "Okay, bitch. It's just you and I now," I said to the young black woman. She charged me, but then a shot rang out. We looked.
"R-Raymond?" she called. "Raymond, is that you?"
"Sylvia?" It was the guy from the motel, the one with the arm in the sling.
"Grab your sister and get out of here," I told him.
She ran to him, then dug her fingernails into his eyes, blinding him. He wailed like a banshee. She took the shotgun and used the other shell on him. Too bad, but at least I knew she was out of ammo, and that little interaction gave me the moment's respite I needed.
