Sister Mary Helen

Sister Mary Helen knelt by her penitential bed. It has been a long day - the exorcism of the young Catholic man has been brutal, long and arduous. The priest performing the Ritual of Major Exorcism had barely made it out of there alive.

But Sister Mary Helen knew that God protected her. He would never let any harm come to her because her faith in Him was absolute. Clasping her hands in front of her, Sister Mary Helen began her prayers.

"Mary, Mother of God, and her Holy Son, thank you for guarding me through that orgasm -" Sister Mary Helen froze. Did she just say "orgasm" instead of "exorcism"? Of course not, that would be insane.

She tries again, her prayers dropping into Latin. "Alia est enim persona Patris alia Filii - ah, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" The last words in English came out so loud! The horrified nun clamps a hand over her mouth. She glances over at her bed, where sometimes Sister Mary Helen would hide under many blankets and masturbate furiously. Was this sin coming back to haunt her now?

No - she wanted to do it right here in the middle of the room! Scandalous! Carnal! Sister May Helen feels a flush, warm and lovely, flowing through her body. A deep, melodious voice whispers to her, telling her all thing delicious dirty fantasties that she has never told anyone about. Sister Mary Helen touches her pussy, fleetingly and a bolt of ecstasy cascades through her. She lets out a feral scream, pure lust, uncontrollable and delicious. The sound echoes through the room and the crucifix on the wall wobbled then fell. The normally blue eyes of the pious woman have turned red and flames seem to reflect in them, stirred by her burning loins.

A hard pounding interrupts her vicious frigging. Sister Mary Helen goes into a crouch. Her nostrils flare - she can smell the person on the other side of her cell door. The nun's mouth opens impossibly wide, and a forked tongue rolls out, slapping her chin as the tined ends taste the air around her. "Mmmmmmm." It's CraveU user, someone who has always been a central figure in her fantasties. She lets out a guttural croak, then moves, crawling up the wall and across the ceiling, before falling onto her bed. She stretches out languidly, her tongue rolling out to flick relentlessly at the woolen robe covering her nipples, her skirts pulled lewdly up around her hips.

"Come in, CraveU user," Sister Mary Helen calls out in a voice that is not female… not even human.