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 The Sacrifice Part 3 by Baphomet <mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

   "Please, sit down."

   "Yes, Mother Superior."

   "Oh, my dear, you don't have to be so frightened.  This is an informal
interview.  Think of it as a conversation between friends.  You've come so
far, Sister Anne!"

   "Thank you, Mother Superior."

   Sister Anne sat nervously.  Eyes to the floor.  She wore the white veil
of a novitiate on the verge of taking her permanent vows.

   "I want to make certain you are ready to join the order...."

   "Oh, I am, Mother Superior," Sister Anne burst out with sudden energy.

   "...  and that your motives are pure."

   Sister Anne grew still again.

   "Tell me again, why you want to become a nun."

   "With my husband dead and my daughter...  gone...  I...  There was a
great hole in my heart that nothing could fill.  I was lost, alone,
desperate until I found God.  Now, I fill that hole with His love.  I want
to feel that love for the rest of my life.  Forever."

   "That was well rehearsed, Sister Anne, but are you sure that's the
truth? Is that the real reason you've come to us?  Is the hole in your
heart really filled with the love of God?  Or is there something else? 
Some other reason?"

   Silence.

   "You know, Sister Anne, becoming a nun is a vocation.  It's a calling,
not a penance."

   ***

   How many days had passed?  It was impossible to tell time in a cold,
windowless room.  Her only indicator of time were the daily feedings. 
Sometimes, they came when she was sleeping and she found a bowl of lukewarm
stew waiting for her.

   Earl was strange.  Sometimes he would talk to her, but sometimes he
would ignore her completely.  Was he even the person shoving food through a
tiny door?

   One night, Sister Anne awoke from her troubled sleeping state.  She
heard a sound.  No, it was nothing.  Just a dream.  Then she heard it
again. She listened, more alert this time.  Someone was fucking....  She
listened intently.  It was definitely a man and a woman having sex.  How
far away were they?  Who was it?  Who else was here?

   Soon, their muffled cries of passion fell to silence.  Sister Anne lay
awake in bed wondering if Earl was the only man here or if there were
others.  Her mind took her back to the day he let her out of her cell.  She
remembered all the rooms that lined the hallway as far as she could see. 
How many kidnappers were there?  How many kidnap victims?  She cried
herself to sleep at the stark realization of what was happening.  For the
first time, she saw herself as a victim.

   ***

   Earl's hand caressed Sister Anne's bare leg as she lay asleep.  He
enjoyed the softness of her flesh, the pure whiteness of it.  Her flesh was
taut and her legs were slender and graceful.  He reached up and stuck his
thumb under the elastic of her panties.  He slid his hand under them and
felt her bare ass.  It was so firm and round.  She was a beautiful woman.

   Sister Anne stirred.  Earl squeezed her breast as she turned to face
him.

   "Good morning beautiful," he said with a crooked, repulsive smile.

   "Earl..." she was still half asleep.  "Earl, last night...  I heard... I
heard..."

   Earl began rubbing her clit through her panties.  His cock was hard and
pitching a tent in his pants.  With the other hand, he began to unbutton
them.

   "What did you hear, darlin'?" he asked, half-paying attention as he
slipped his pants off.

   "I heard people...  ooh..." Earl had begun to suckle her breasts.  "I
heard people having sex."

   Earl ignored her.  He continued to suck her nipples.  Her breasts were
small, but to him they were perfect.  Each one fit in his mouth perfectly.
They weren't so huge that drooped and hung to her waist in old age, yet
they were big enough so he could get a handful of each of them.

   Earl pushed his cock against the fabric of her panties.  He wanted in.

   "Earl, did you hear me?" she asked.  "I heard people having sex last
night."

   "So, what if you did?" he said as he interrupted his suckling.  He began
yanking her panties off.

   "Who was it?" she asked.

   "Damned if I know.  It's none of your business," he said.

   "Earl, was it you?  Were you fucking someone else?"

   Earl stopped cold.  "So what if it was?" he said.  "Would that change a
damn thing?" He grabbed her chin forcefully and squeezed it.  "Would you be
any less my property, huh?  Would that suddenly make you less of a
fucktoy?"

   Earl spread Sister Anne's legs.  He pushed his cock up against the
entrance of her love canal.  He stared into her in the eyes and forced his
way in.  His penetration jolted a moan out of her.

   "Would that make you want this cock any less?" he asked.  He fucked her
deliberately, forcefully.  "Do you want me to stop fucking you, Sister
Anne? Tell me what you want."

   "I want...  I want...  oh..." she began moaning.  "I want more...."

   He continued to fuck her steadily, rhythmically.  His cock worked its
way in and out of her, forcing her to accept his length.  She felt how hard
he was for her, how deep he could penetrate her.  She wanted it.  She
wanted him deep inside her.  She didn't want to be a nun anymore.  She had
found her calling.  She was a ...  what had he called her? ...his fucktoy,
his whore.

   "Fuck your whore, Earl," she pleaded.

   "You like that, yeah?" he asked.  "You like the way I fuck you like a
whore?  Are you a little whore,Sister?"

   "Yes, I'm your whore!  Fuck me!"

   Earl felt his cock harden, encouraged by her bold invitation to fuck. 
He slammed into her forcefully so she could feel him spear her with his
weapon.

   They rolled over and Earl let her straddle him.  His cock was standing
straight up inside her body as her hips gyrated around him.

   "That's it baby, show me what you got!"

   Sister Anne enjoyed the sudden feeling of control of providing for her
own pleasure and her lover's.  She rocked back and forth on top of him,
enjoying the fullness of his cock.  He was like a monument piercing her
body.  She kept rocking, letting him feel her muscles squeezing him.  Then,
without warning, he came.  Bursts of cum shot up inside her.

   Sister Anne collapsed on top of him.  She caressed his chest and kissed
him.

   "I can't believe you just came with me on top of you like that," she
said.

   "I told you," he said.  "I reward good behavior.  That's what you
wanted, isn't?  My cum inside you?"

   "Yes," she said.

   They kissed again.

   "We're going to make beautiful babies together," he said.  "You'd like
that, wouldn't you?  You'd like to have my baby growing inside you."

   "Yes," she said shyly, looking away.

   "You'd do anything for me wouldn't you?" Earl asked her.  "Anything I
ask?"

   "Anything," she said, anticipating another round of anal.

   "There are other girls here," Earl said, surprising her.  "Other girls
that I fuck, but you are by far my favorite.  You were the hardest one to
break.  I've never wanted another woman more than you.  I worked so hard to
break you, I feel like I truly earned you."

   "Oh, Earl...."

   He was disgusting, a monster, but he made her feel alive, wanted,
special.  Phillip never did that.  He did just the opposite in fact.  He
made her feel useless, obsolete, worthless.  Earl wanted her.  He picked
her out and took her home.  Even though he could have any girl he wanted,
he wanted her the most.  It was sick and twisted, but in her mind...  she
could look past all that and find solace.

   "Those noises you heard, that was a new girl I was breaking in," Earl
continued.  "She's still green.  I want you to come with me tomorrow."

   "Come with you?" Sister Anne asked, surprised and startled.  "Come with
you where?"

   "I want you to help me break her."

   ***

   "He wants to see you," the priest said to Lara as he exited the hospital
room.

   Lara made her way to her husband's bedside.  The sound of the heart
monitor and oxygen tanks filled the room with their cold, mechanical
indifference.

   "Lara," Phil whispered.  He was a shadow of himself.  He was thin,
gaunt. His features were sunken in his face.  His hair was almost all gone.


   "Shh," Lara hushed him.  "Don't try to talk.  Save your strength."

   "No, this is important," he said.  "In order to make my peace, I have
to...  I have to...  forgive you."

   "Oh Phil!" Lara said.  Tears welled in her eyes.  She felt the old guilt
of her moment of negligence, her terrible, tragic mistake come back to
haunt her.

   "But...  I can't," he said, crying.  "God help me, I can't forgive you
for losing our little girl."

   They cried together.  Tears flowed freely and all sense of time was
lost. Finally, Lara spoke.

   "What must I do?" she asked, avoiding his eyes.

   Only the steady beep of the heart monitor and the hissing of the oxygen
machine answered her.  She remained by his bedside in silent, fearful
anticipation.  And then...

   "You need to be punished...."

   ***

   "Put this on," Earl said as he handed her a bundle of clothes.

   "My nun's uniform?" Sister Anne replied.  She had gone so long without
it.  Every time she and Earl were together, they spent so much time having
sex she never bothered to dress anymore.  Sometimes she would wear panties
to bed, but that was about it.  She never wore a bra.  She couldn't imagine
getting into that stifling robe again.  "Why?"

   "You'll see," he said.  "Put it on.  For me."

   Sister Anne was naked.  She looked through the pile for underwear but
there was none.  She put on the robe, the tunic, the coif that covered her
head and hair, the starchy, stiff bandeau, and finally the veil.

   "Good," Earl said.  "You look good."

   "Really?  I can't believe you like me in this thing," she said.

   "Baby, I love it," he replied.  "Let's go."

   Earl wheeled the cart down the hall.  There was the familiar pot of stew
on top, bottles of water, a wash bucket, soap, and clean bed sheets. 
Sister Anne remembered when he taunted her with these things, when she had
to go for days without washing or eating.  Before she was broken.

   "This is a critical stage.  She's broke, but she's just green broke," he
said.

   "What does that mean?" Sister Anne asked.

   "She only broke because she was hungry, deprived, not because she wanted
it.  We've got to make her want it.  Get her used to it.  Make it like
going to the doctor and getting a shot.  It's just something normal. 
Something you do.  Like going to work.  You hate it, but it's what you do.
It's what's expected, so you go anyway."

   "What do you want me to do?" Sister Anne asked.

   "Assist me," was all he said.  He looked at her and smiled, as if she
was supposed to know what that meant.  "Here we are.  Remember, make her
want it."

   Earl undid the dead bolts, one by one.  He opened the cell door.  Light
spilled in from the hallway and lit the room.  It was a dark, wet room,
much like what Sister Anne's had been when she first arrived.  A girl lay
naked on a rickety cot.  The room stunk of body odor and urine.  The sheets
were filthy.

   "Hello, there Mia," Earl said in his sickly cheerful voice.

   Mia was a young, olive-skinned girl.  She had long black hair and
dazzling green eyes.  She was very thin and beautiful.  Her breasts were
small, just a bit smaller than Sister Anne's.  She looked so young and
helpless.

   "Earl?" she called out, squinting in the light.  She was so thin. 
Sister Anne could see her ribs sticking out visibly.

   "It's me, baby.  You hungry?" he said.  He nodded to Sister Anne.

   At first she didn't know what to do, but she figured it out.  Nervously,
she opened the lid of the pot.  The delicious fragrance of beef stew filled
the room.  How she remembered that smell and the effect it had on her when
she was starving.

   "Oh, God, yes, yes PLEASE," she called out, throwing herself to Earl's
feet.

   "How are you going to pay for it?" Earl asked.

   "P...  pay for it?" she said.

   Sister Anne looked at her, downtrodden and pathetic.  The way she
herself used to be.  Poor girl, she doesn't get it.  For some reason,
Sister Anne felt no pity, only revulsion, disgust.  This girl was pathetic.
Why doesn't she just do what's expected of her?  Why play this game?

   "If you want to eat, you have to earn it," Sister Anne said coldly.

   "Que?  Earl, who is that?" she said, noticing Sister Anne for the first
time.

   "This is my partner, Sister Anne," he said, smiling.  "You should listen
to her."

   "But how?  How can I pay you for food?  I have nothing," she pleaded.

   "Oh, please!" Sister Anne said in disgust.  For reasons she couldn't
explain, Mia filled her with blind hatred and rage.  "How can you stand her
pathetic whining?  You know full well how to pay, don't you?  DON'T YOU,
YOU LITTLE SLUT!?!"

   Sister Anne knelt behind Mia.  She grabbed Mia's crotch jamming her
fingers inside her.  Sister Anne's other hand grabbed Mia's chin, her
fingers pressed against her lips.

   "You pay with THIS!" she said forcing her fingers up Mia's vagina.  "And
you pay with THIS!" Sister Anne forced her fingers into Mia's mouth.  Mia
began to cry.

   "Oh, please," Sister Anne said.  "You can fool him with your pathetic
whimpering, but not me." Sister Anne's fingers worked Mia's cunt.  Her
thumb massaged Mia's clit while her fingers writhed inside her vagina,
prompting her juices to flow.  "I can feel your wetness, your desire.  You
want it.  You're just too pathetic to admit it."

   "No, no Hermana, it's a sin!" Mia called out between tears.

   "Yes," Sister Anne said coldly.  "It is a sin, but you're a sinful girl,
Mia, aren't you?"

   "What?  What do you mean?" she asked.

   "You're no angel.  You're a dirty, sinful girl, aren't you?" Sister Anne
said again, all the while fingering Mia's dripping wet clit.  "Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here, would you?  If you were a good girl, God would have
protected you.  Why are you here, Mia?  What did you do to deserve this?"

   "I...  I don't know," she said.

   Sister Anne pulled her face close to Mia's.  Her fingers continued to
fondle her cunt.  Her other hand dropped to Mia's breast, fondling the
nipple.  "You do know," she whispered into her ear giving it a kiss.  "You
were bad weren't you?  You did something, something shameful.  You did
something to deserve punishment, didn't you?"

   Mia began sobbing.  "Yes..." she finally said in a hushed whisper.

   "Good, good," Sister Anne said gently.  "You need to admit it.  That's
the first step: admitting it to yourself.  You need to be punished for your
sins, don't you?"

   "Yes, Hermana," Mia said.  Tears flowed down her cheeks.  "Oh, Hermana
I've been so...  so...  bad.  My father is so ashamed of me.  He won't even
look at me and when he does..."

   "Shh, shh...  hush now, Mia," Sister Anne reassured her.  "It's alright.
It's alright.  This is where bad girls go to get punished.  Isn't that
right, Earl?"

   Sister Anne looked up at him smiling.  Earl was in shock, in complete
disbelief at what had transpired before him.

   "Earl will make sure you get what you deserve," Sister Anne said. 
"You're dirty, filthy, and worthless.  Nobody knows what to do with useless
little girl like you, but we do.  Don't we Earl?  Look at how wet she is!"

   Sister Anne removed her finger's from Mia's cunny.  She held up her
hand, glistening in Mia's dewey nectar.

   Earl's cock began to awaken him from his trance.  He reached into his
pants and stroked his hard on.

   "Look at what you did, you little slut," Sister Anne said coldly.  "My
hand is covered in your filth.  Clean it off!" She jammed her fingers into
Mia's mouth.  Mia sucked the fingers, struggling to breathe and avoid
choking at the same time.

   Earl dropped his pants.  He stroked his cock as he watched.

   "Now, you're going to suck your Master's cock," Sister Anne whispered to
her.  "You've sucked it before, haven't you, whore?"

   "Uh huh," Mia said meekly as she nodded her head.  Her eyes were fixed
on Earl's hard on.  She knew what was coming to her.

   "Well, you're such a clumsy, stupid bitch you didn't get it right the
first time," Sister Anne said.  "That's why I'm here.  To make sure you
don't fail our Master again.  You don't want to be a worthless failure
again, do you Mia?"

   Mia shook her head "no".

   "Good, good girl," Sister Anne reassured her.  "Do what you're told. 
Please, your Master.  Accept your punishment and you'll be rewarded."

   Sister Anne grabbed Mia's hair and pulled Mia's head close to her own
and spoke into Mia's ear.  "We reward good behavior," she said with a
smile. "Now, open up."

   Mia opened her mouth obediently and looked up at Earl.  Her sparkling
brown eyes looked at him pleadingly.  Earl wasted no time inserting his
cock into her waiting mouth.  All the while Sister Anne barked instructions
into Mia's ear.  "Suck harder!  Take it!  Take more of it!  Try to swallow
it!  Let him in!  Let him in deeper, all the way down your throat!  Don't
be afraid of choking, just take it!!!"

   Finally, Sister Anne grabbed Mia's head and pushed it onto Earl's cock
and held it.  Mia choked and her whole body shook.  Tears streamed down her
face.  Her complexion changed.  She began to turn purple.  Even Earl was
dismayed.  Sister Anne grabbed Mia by the hair and pulled her head back.

   "Good girl!  Good girl!  That's how we please our Master, now do it
again!"

   Mia nodded her head.  Drool and spit dribbled from her mouth.  Tears
streamed down her cheeks.  Snot poured from her nose.  She was a mess, but
she was going to do it again.

   Mia took Earl's cock into her mouth.  It was massive, stiff and
unbelievably hard.  It was like a solid piece of metal.  She didn't have
time to marvel at its length or at how potent and sexually charged Earl had
become.  She had to concentrate on one thing: taking this massive monster
all the way down her gullet.

   Mia couldn't bring herself to do it.  She got about two thirds of the
way down and faltered.  She felt Sister Anne's hand on the back of her head
urging her forward.  Sister Anne pushed and Mia began to gag again.

   "That's it!" Sister Anne prodded.  "Take it!  Take it!  Don't worry
about breathing.  We'll let you breathe later.  Just take his cock.  Take
it!"

   Mia tried to scream but her cries were muffled by throbbing member that
swelled against her throat causing her to gag.  The stench of urine and cum
saturated the mound of Earl's wiry pubic hairs that Mia found her nose
buried in.  Mia felt the sharp pain of her hair being yanked abruptly back.
Earl's cock slid out of her mouth and the girl tried desperately to breathe
as much as possible before taking him again.

   "Oh, poor baby," Sister Anne mocked her.  "Is it too much for you?  Come
on, take that cock!"

   Sister Anne grabbed Mia's head in both hands and forced onto Earl's
cock. She drove Mia's head back and forth on his cock, forcing it down the
shaft, then yanking it off again.  Mia's head bobbed forcefully up and down
while Earl fucked her throat.  Suddenly, Mia started gagging.  She began
puking up gobs of drool and trace amounts of vomit.

   "That's it baby, let it come out," Earl directed her, his cock still in
her mouth.  Drool and puke dribbled out the sides of her mouth.

   "God, you're worthless," Sister Anne barked in disgust.  She pushed Mia
to the ground.  She hiked up her robe and sat on Mia's face.  "Eat my
asshole, you little cunt.  Eat it out while Earl gets his cock sucked by a
real woman."

   Sister Anne ground her asshole onto Mia's face.  Mia began licking and
eating out the nun's salty asshole.  Meanwhile, Sister Anne took Earl's
cock down her throat.  She pushed her head forward, determined to bury her
nose in his disgusting pubic hair.  She couldn't stop herself from gagging
as Earl's cock slid against the back of her throat.  It filled the
passageway, making it impossible to breathe.  She was determined.  She held
her head in place for as long as she could.  Earl savored the sensation of
having his cock disappear down his favorite quarry's throat.  He watched as
tears began to well up in her eyes.  Finally, the nun yanked her head back
and gasped for air.

   She turned to Mia, "Use your fingers...  that's it...  work that
asshole," she was still gasping for breath.  She took Earl's cock again. 
She bobbed her head up and down forcefully.  Finally, she started jerking
him off.  She looked him right in the eye and smiled.

   "Ready for my asshole, baby?"

   Sister Anne got on all fours.  She barked another order to Mia.

   "You're worthless, get back there and lick Earl's ass!" she shouted.

   Mia silently obeyed.  Earl's body was sickeningly damp with cold sweat.
As Mia's face neared his ass cheeks, the stench overtook her.  She began to
dry heave.  Still she forced herself to pull his cheeks back and reveal his
sphincter.  Mia closed her eyes and let her tongue push open Earl's back
door.  She forced herself to lick him deeply.  Her tongue jammed inside his
ass and tasted his salty flesh.

   Sister Anne, meanwhile, laid with her chest to the ground.  Her hands
spread her cheeks wide as she waited for Earl to plant his cock deep inside
her.  She grit her teeth and braced herself as she felt the head of his
phallus push against her asshole.  She strained under his girth as he
parted her sphincter.  He needed her.  He needed to bury himself inside her
ass.  He felt like a man possessed.  He pushed his way forward, forcing her
open.  Mia's spit was still sloppy on Sister Anne's asshole.  Earl slid his
cock in deeper and deeper.  He felt the walls of Sister Anne's rectum
reluctantly give way to his advances.  She was tight, so tight!  But he
needed to conquer her!

   Mia's probing tongue only served to fuel Earl's lust.  Every time she
jut her tongue into his asshole, he felt his cock grow two sizes larger. 
He felt unbelievably hard and powerful.  He pulled out and then forced his
way inside again, and again, and again.  He needed to part her asshole, to
bury himself up to the hilt.  He wouldn't stop until the entire length of
his massive cock was buried in this nun's ass.

   Sister Anne clenched her fists and bore the pain of Earl's anal
invasion. Her ass felt like it was on fire.  Every thrust forward
threatened to rip her apart.  She clenched her teeth, but soon she couldn't
hold back the screams.

   "Earl!  OH EARL!!!  AAAH!!!  AAAH!!!  It's so big!  You're too big,
Earl!" she began screaming uncontrollably.

   This only made Earl want to fuck her harder, faster.  He pulled out,
then buried himself in again, as far as he could go, prompting another
scream.  He grabbed Mia by the hair and made her suck his filthy cock.  He
watched has her head bobbed up and down on him.  Then she spit on Sister
Anne's asshole and earl fucked her again.

   Mia caressed his chest and kissed him deeply while he fucked Sister
Anne's asshole.  He let his tongue penetrate the young girl's throat just
as his cock penetrated Sister Anne's ass.  Finally, he felt the nun loosen
up.  Mia spit on his cock again and he relished the freedom.  Sister Anne's
shouts grew louder as Earl discovered new freedom to fuck harder and
faster.

   "Oh, yeah!" he called out.  "Now, you're loose, bitch!"

   Earl jammed his cock in and out of her ass, pumping eagerly with his
hips.  He pulled nearly all the way out then forced his way in again and
again.  Sister Anne collapsed on the ground while Earl forced himself in
deep.  He began pumping wildly.  His hips were moving at a blinding pace.
Sister Anne's rectum queefed badly as Earl forced himself down on her.  He
allowed the weight of his body to hammer his cock deep inside the nun.

   "Yeah, yeah!  YEAH!" he called out as he felt his balls tingle.  He
moved faster and faster, tearing into the nun's asshole like a jackhammer.
Sister Anne could sense his need building.

   "Cum inside me!  Cum inside me!" she pleaded.  "I need to feel your cum,
Earl!  I need it!"

   That was all it took.  The flood gates opened as Earl buried himself to
the hilt.  He felt his cock jerk and spasm in her asshole as hot jets of
semen poured into her.  He lay there for a long while as his muscles
tightened and squeezed out gob after gob of love juice.  Euphoria overtook
him as he felt his semen pulse through his cock and empty into Sister
Anne's rectum.  Finally, his spasms quieted and his cock grew limp.

   Mia lay between his legs and licked his cock clean.  She sucked down the
salty sweat, his sticky-sweet semen, and the brown-colored cream from
Sister Anne's asshole.  She let the flavors mix together in her mouth as
she swallowed every drop.

   Sister Anne turned to Mia, angrily.

   "I'm not done with you, yet, you dirty girl," she said in a foreboding
tone.

   She forced Mia to the ground then squatted over her face.

   "Open your mouth," she ordered.  "OPEN IT!"

   Earl felt his hardon return as he watched Sister Anne empty the cum from
her asshole into Mia's mouth.  A stream of brownish cream drizzled from the
nun's ass and Mia took in every drop.

   Sister Anne lay beside Mia and held the girl to her breasts.  "Now be a
good girl and swallow," she said in a gentle voice.  Mia looked at her with
tearful, pleading eyes.  Her cheeks were bulging.  She was shaking her head
"no".

   "You can do it, Mia," she encouraged her.  "Swallow.  Swallow for Earl."

   Finally, Mia's tears began pouring down her cheeks and the girl looked
like she was going to vomit.

   "Fine," Sister Anne said in disgust.  "I'll take it."

   With that, the nun kissed her square on the lips.  They shared a long
passionate kiss as Sister Anne sucked the disgusting combination of semen
and shit out of Mia's mouth.  Earl stroked his cock as he watched the
sordid scene.  Sister Anne looked at him, showed him her mouth full of cum
then swallowed.

   She approached him seductively and kissed him as she stroked his cock.

   "I love you, Baby," Earl said as they broke their kiss.

   "Come on," Sister Anne said in a sultry voice, his cock firmly in her
hand.  "Let's go have some fun."

   They sauntered out of the room, leaving Mia on the floor with only her
tears.

   The door almost closed when Sister Anne grabbed a ladle full of stew and
threw it across the room.

   "Next time, swallow!" she called out disdainfully.  The door slammed
shut leaving Mia in darkness.

   Earl slammed Sister Anne against the rickety bed in her room.  His cock
found it's place in the familiar warmth between Sister Anne's legs.  He
fucked her with a renewed passion.  He felt more lust and desire for her
than ever before.  His cock couldn't get enough of her.  He wanted to cum
in her again and again.

   Sister Anne welcomed his attention, his lust.  She nearly orgasmed every
time his cock jerked and released a load of hot streaming cum inside her.
She lost count of how many times she made him cum that night.  All she knew
was that he was her world.  He was the only thing that existed for her. 
She lived for him and only him.  She lived to serve him, to please him and
to relieve him of his cum.  That was her all, now.  Her everything.