Hail Mary, Full of Grace
By Rude Boy, rudeboi66@yahoo.com
A troubled young man is redeemed by an order of nuns with a terrible secret


Calvin Lipscomb groggily opened the door to the Brentwood County Sheriff's
Department, still clad in his red silk pajamas. He barely had a foot inside
before finding himself face to face with a mustachioed man in uniform -
Sheriff Jenkins.

"Goddammit Cal, it's too fucking early for this shit."

Cal didn't know exactly what time it was now, only that it was 3:14AM when he
had gotten the call. He glanced over the burly man's shoulder to see the
disheveled, long-haired teen passed out on a holding cell bench. "What did he
do this time, Dave?"

"Two of my deputies, Collins and Harper, caught him doing 95 in a 60 out on
242. He's obviously shitfaced, but when Collins went to give him a
breathalyzer the kid popped him. Might have broke his fuckin' nose."

"Jesus Christ..." Cal muttered. "I'm sorry Dave."

"This is the last time, Cal. I've looked the other way more than my fair
share, out of respect for you and because I think the team's got a real shot
at State. But I've got a deputy with a busted nose and I'm gonna have to pay
him a month worth of 'overtime'," he said, pointedly signing air quotes, "to
keep this thing under wraps. You need to handle this."

"Thank you for your discretion, Dave. I'll make sure Deputy Collins finds his
way onto the Christmas gift list this year. And I will handle this. I
promise."

"Alright. Let me go get him up."

"Give me a few minutes to chat with Laurie before you send him out."

Cal turned and started back out the door, only to be stopped by a firm hand on
his shoulder. "One more thing," Dave said, "You best remember this when you're
planning next year's budget, Mr. Mayor."

Cal nodded and headed out to the car, which was still idling in front of the
station. His wife Laurie - pretty, blonde, 10 years his junior - sat behind
the wheel. "What was it this time?" she asked, wearily.

"Punched a deputy."

"Christ Almighty, Cal!" She rubbed her brow in obvious frustration. "I know
you love him. I love him too. But that boy needs structure. More than that, he
needs discipline. Are you finally ready to take my advice?"

Cal nodded, "Make the call."

It was barely 12 hours later when the silver Mercedes pulled through the heavy
wrought-iron gates and came to a stop in front of a large, slightly
dilapidated building.

"Please, please, Dad... you don't have to do this."

Cal could not bear to turn and face his son, who pleaded with him from the
back seat. "Dan, we've tried to get through to you in so many ways." He took a
deep breath, striving to remain stoic. "This is for the best."

"But what about the team? Playoffs are only a month away. This could blow our
shot at State. Mom... I..." Dan's protestations trailed off as he met his
mother's burning gaze via the rearview mirror, knowing he would not be swayed.
"Fine," Dan continued, resigning himself furiously to his fate, "Fuck you
both!" He snatched his small suitcase from the seat beside him as he jumped
from the car, slamming the door behind him.

Dan turned to face the mammoth, gothic structure before him. He shuddered as
he locked eyes with one of the menacing gargoyles overlooking the towering
entryway. At Brentwood High, Dan had been something like a king. He was a star
pitcher who was also hitting .338 for a baseball team with 5A state title
ambitions. He was dating the prettiest cheerleader in school, Lisa Walters. He
was the sort of young man who made even the cool kids seem like sycophants,
and who made the uncool kids cower in fear. Already, he could tell that life
would be different here.

A voice greeted him from inside the monolithic building, and a figure emerged
from the shadows. "You must be Daniel. Welcome to Our Lady of the Sacred Peace
Boys Reformatory. I am Sister Agnes."

"Umm, hello ma'am."

"Sister," she corrected him, without the hint of a smile. She was shrouded in
a loose-fitting, jet black habit that obscured everything but her face. It was
a pretty face, with soft, cherubic features that seemed at odds with her
rather grim countenance. And she was tall, an inch or two taller than Dan's
own 5'10". "I will be responsible for your orientation, helping to familiarize
you with with our campus and some of our rules. The first of those rules will
need to be enforced before we continue. Please set your suitcase down and turn
your back to me."

Dan was perplexed, but did as instructed. He had an uneasy feeling as he heard
Sister Agnes rustling behind him. "We must prepare you to meet the Mother
Superior. Do not move," she said. Dan barely had time to register the click
and telltale buzz of the clippers before he felt her grab a handful of his
shoulder-length brown hair and pull it taut.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, trying to pull away. "What are you doing?" Sister Agnes
laced her fingers through his hair and yanked him back with surprising force,
causing Dan to wince in pain.

"Our dress code requires all students to maintain a clean-shaven head and
face. Now, please stay still. I would hate to have to inform the Mother
Superior that you were insubordinate on your first day."

Her grip remained firm, and Dan knew he would only make things worse by
struggling. Still, his lush, flowing hair had been a source of pride and he
felt a sharp pang as the first strands fell to the floor. Soon his head was
shaved to the skin, leaving Dan feeling uncomfortably exposed as he ran his
hands over the smooth curve of his skull.

"Now, before we continue, we have a strict policy against cell phones on
school grounds. Please hand it over."

Fuck, not his phone! Dan briefly thought about lying and saying he hadn't
brought it, but he knew he would be found out the minute she asked him to turn
out his pockets. Reluctantly, he produced the phone and placed it in her hand
before she slipped it into an unseen pocket within the folds of her robe.

"Come along. You may leave your suitcase here. It will be taken care of." She
wheeled on her heels and led him into the cavernous building. They passed the
cafeteria and several classrooms, each of which greeted Dan with the same
sight: students uniformed in khakis and navy polos with their heads shaved,
reading silently under the watchful eye of a black-clad nun.

They continued up to the second floor, until they came to a small room marked
23. It was bare inside, with two cots and nightstands, on either side of a
small window. "This will be your room, which you will share with a student
named Steven. Now, before your first class, you will need to meet the Mother
Superior. And before you meet the Mother Superior, you will need to change,"
said Sister Agnes, pointing towards set of folded clothes atop the bed. "You
may neatly fold your personal clothes and leave them on the bed when you are
done. When you are dressed, meet me in the hall."

In addition to khakis and polo, white briefs, white socks, and a pair of white
knock-off Converse were provided. Dan changed, tossing his old clothes in a
messy pile atop the bed. When he emerged into the hall, Sister Agnes glanced
inside the room before shutting the door and leading him back down the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, he noticed a heavy steel door that had escaped
his attention during the initial tour. It was locked with a numeric keypad,
which felt in stark contrast to its frankly medieval surroundings."Agnes..."

"Sister Agnes," she corrected. "You will address myself, my sisters, and the
Mother Superior with due respect. I will not remind you again."

Dan was taken aback by the threatening tone of her response."Sister Agnes," he
continued, "Where does that door lead?"

"Observe the rules of this school and you shall have no need to find out."

Her response left Dan with more questions that answers, but he sensed that
this was not a moment, nor an issue, to press further. He continued to follow
behind her and soon found himself standing at the open door to a spacious
office. In the center of the room stood a large, oaken desk. Dan could make
out only the silhouette of the woman seated behind it. The room was lit only
by a giant stained glass window, which cast kaleidoscopic colors across the
woman's white habit.

"Stay here," Sister Agnes said. She quickly crossed the room, whispering
something in the ear of the woman behind the desk, who simply nodded in reply.
She returned to Dan. "The Mother Superior will see you now. Remember," she
warned, "show respect."

Dan stepped inside the room and Sister Agnes exited, closing the heavy wooden
door behind her. He moved towards the desk, noticing along the way that the
space was even larger than he had realized. The Mother Superior motioned for
him to sit in the small chair across from her desk. He couldn't be sure if it
was the size of his chair, the size of the desk, or the size of the woman
behind it, but as Dan sat, he felt small.

Backlit by the rays of light streaming through the window, she was shrouded in
shadows, which rendered her features indistinct. All, that is, except for her
emerald green eyes, which pierced the darkness. Dan felt as though she was
looking right through him, but when at last she spoke, her tone was
surprisingly warm. "Hello Daniel. Welcome to Our Lady of the Sacred Peace."
She extended her arm easily across the desk, leaving Dan to lean forward to
meet her grasp. He was shocked by the size of her hand as they shook. It
nearly enveloped his own.

"You can call me Dan," he said politely.

"At this school, young men do not speak unless they are invited to do so,
Daniel," she said calmly, hitting the second syllable of his name pointedly.
She looked down at a sheet of paper in front of her before continuing.
"Joyriding. Petty larceny. Drug use. Repeated instances of bullying. And, most
recently, DUI and Assaulting a Peace Officer. That's quite the rap sheet at
17."

Dan wanted to object, but he held his tongue. She smiled as she continued.
"You are the 132nd student at the Brentwood chapter of Our Lady of the Sacred
Peace, Daniel. Your parents have entrusted myself and my sisters with no less
than the rehabilitation of your soul. It is a responsibility we take very
seriously."

She paused, noticing Dan's raised hand. "You have a question?"

"Yes, miss... Mother Superior. Where is my suitcase?"

"The items in your suitcase will be kept safe, but you will not need them
during your time here, Daniel. We will provide you with fresh clothes daily.
Outside books would prove a distraction from your studies. And that photograph
of your pretty, blonde girlfriend would only be an unnecessary reminder of
your old life." It was obvious that she had been going through his stuff.

Dan raised his hand, but she ignored it and continued. "Like most of our
students, I imagine you are used to doing things your own way, Daniel. But
make no mistake, while you are here you will do things our way. The Sisters
and I value respect and obedience above all else, Daniel. It is a defining
principle of our order. Keep that in mind and your time here can be perfectly
pleasant. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother Superior."

The woman stood, and, as she did, Dan found himself shocked by her size.
Sister Agnes was large, but the Mother Superior was gargantuan. She stood
easily 6'5" and, though her loose habit gave only the barest impression of her
shape, her sheer breadth was obvious. As she stepped out of the shadows, Dan
could make out her face for the first time. Her features were defined, with a
sharp, slightly upturned nose and a strong yet feminine jawline. Dan guessed
she was in her mid-forties, but she could pass for a decade younger. The
striking woman moved around the desk, coming to a stop perhaps a foot from his
chair before speaking.

Her brilliant, green eyes, captivating and disquieting in equal measure,
locked onto his own, and Dan felt a chill run up his spine. Her tone turned
severe, "Then why does Sister Agnes inform me that you did not follow her
request to fold your clothes?"

She exuded an aura of calm authority that Dan found incredibly intimidating.
He was not a young man used to being intimidated. "I... well..." Dan
stammered, before she held up a a large palm, silencing him.

"What do we value above all else, Daniel."

"Respect and obedience," he replied.

"That is correct. If you disobey again, there will be consequences. Consider
this your warning. You will not get a second. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother Superior."

A gentle smile crossed her lips, and Dan's heart leapt at the sight of it.
"Good. You may go now. Your next class will be Algebra, in Room C. Class
begins in..." she glanced at the clock as it ticked over to 4:25, accompanied
by a bell that rang through the halls, "5 minutes. Do not be late."

"Thank you, Mother Superior." Dan stood and left the room, breathing deeply
when he had closed the door behind him. He had expected a grizzled old hag,
and the Mother Superior was anything but that. It would obviously benefit Dan
to stay on her good side, but, more than that, he found himself actively
wanting to please her. He didn't have time to dawdle with his thoughts - the
halls were flooding with students and he hurried to find Room C.

Dan found an empty desk in the middle of the room and settled in, as the nun
at the front of the class, a tall, olive-complected woman, spoke. "Good
Afternoon, class."

"Good Afternoon, Sister Helena," responded every student except Dan, who was
taken aback by the chorus.

Dan had expected an introduction to the class, an invite from Sister Helena to
tell his peers about himself, but it did not come. Instead Sister Helena
produced a stack of papers. "We have a pop quiz, today, class."

Dan was taken aback, wholly unprepared for a quiz on his first day. When
Sister Helena slid a copy of the quiz across his desk his stomach sunk still
lower. Math had always been Greek to Dan, but this was well beyond anything he
had studied in his last school.

Each of the other students immediately set to work as Sister Helena patrolled
the room. Dan, meanwhile, looked about, lost. He considered saying something
to Sister Helena, but he could not bear the embarrassment of admitting he was
behind his fellow students academically. Seeing Sister Helena two rows over,
he glanced across to his neighbor, whose head was down as he scribbled
furiously, and set about copying his answers.

WHAP! Dan's hand was stung by the sharp snap of Sister Helena's ruler. "Fuck!"
he shouted reflexively. The room was already silent, but somehow he still felt
the air being sucked out of it.

WHAP! This time the ruler stung his cheek, leaving a broad red mark across his
face. Sister Helena towered over him, a look of controlled rage on her face.
"Mr..." she began, glancing down at his paper. "Lipscomb, we do not tolerate
cheating here. That will be five Hail Marys."

"Sister, I... I..." Dan stammered.

Sensing that her student did not know how to proceed, Sister Helena
volunteered, "Repeat after me. Hail Mary, full of grace, The Lord is with
thee. Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb,
Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of
our death. Amen." Dan complied.

"Now," Sister Helena commanded, "Say it four more times." Dan did as
instructed, conscious of the eyes of the whole class upon him as Sister Helena
snatched the paper from his desk. When at last he finished, she slapped the
paper back down, revealing a giant F scrawled across it.

"But..."

WHAP! He barely had time to protest before Sister Helena's ruler stung his
other cheek. "We do not tolerate cheating here. Do you understand, Daniel?"

"Yes," Dan seethed.

"Good." Sister Helena spun on her heels, her eyes shooting daggers to every
corner of the room. "Finish your quiz, students." The class diligently
complied.

Dan's cheeks still stung when at last the bell rang, and he fell into line
with the other students as they filed out and headed towards the cafeteria for
dinner. Lumpy mashed potatoes and something resembling meatloaf were slopped
onto his tray as Dan sidled along the serving line, noticing that none of the
students seemed to be talking to each other. There was an eerie hush in the
room as everyone hung their heads low, robotically shoveling food in their
mouths.

Finding an empty seat at a long table, Dan squeezed in. He poked at his food
as he surveyed the table, finally mustering up the will to speak. He nudged
the student to his left and asked, "Is the food better than it looks?" He
received no reply. "Hey what gives, man? Did y'all take a vow of silence or
something?"

"Don't talk," the student whispered in monotone. "Just eat." Dan tentatively
tried a bite of the meatloaf, and promptly spit the foul morsel back onto his
tray. Indignant, Dan stood, grabbed his tray and whirled away.

CRASH! Dan ran face-first into a passing student, sending each of their trays
flying and spattering both of their uniforms with greasy clumps of food. "Hey,
watch where you're going, asshole!" The boy in front of him was over 6 feet
tall and skinny as a twig. "You gonna apologize?"

"Please don't..." the student didn't even meet Dan's gaze.

"Or what," Dan said, giving the student a firm shove.

"You're going to get hurt."

"By who, beanpole? You?" Dan raised hist fist, ready to strike.

The boy raised his pleading eyes to meet Dan's own. "By them..."

Suddenly, a powerful hand grabbed Dan's raised fist from behind and spun him
around. Dan raised his free hand to strike, pulling his punch at the last
second as he found himself face to face with Sister Agnes. The Sister showed
no such restraint, lashing out with a brutal slap that would have sent Dan
sprawling to the ground if she had not held firm to his wrist. "Sister
Helena," she said, looking over Dan, "The paddle, please." Still gripping his
wrist tightly, she wrenched it behind his back and sat on an adjacent bench,
using her leverage to bend him over her knee. "Drop your pants, Daniel."

"What?" Dan glanced around the room, finding that none of his peers dared look
in his direction. "There's no way..."

He was cut short as she gripped his waistband and yanked, exposing his bare
ass. He could hardly register his own surprise before Sister Helena appeared,
producing a leather paddle studded with smooth, metal beads, which she placed
in Sister Agnes' free hand.

Dan struggled against her, but could not budge her powerful grip. "That will
be 10 Hail Marys, Daniel."

"Hail Mary, full of""AUGGGH" The paddle connected with Dan's ass with
astonishing force. Dan wanted to scream but he dared not. He could hardly
appear weaker in his current predicament, but still pride would not allow him
to further debase himself in front of his peers. Closing his eyes, he
continued his prayer through gritted teeth. With the start of each new prayer,
Sister Agnes struck again, beating his ass raw with cruel efficiency.

When at last Dan meekly whispered his last Hail Mary, Sister Agnes released
her iron grip on his wrist. "You are dismissed, Daniel." Dan slowly stood,
causing himself tremendous pain as he gingerly raised his pants over his
tender butt. Dan was stunned to find all of his fellow students ignoring the
spectacle entirely. In his old school, a teacher spanking a student publicly
would have been greeted with a chorus of laughter - a chorus Dan would have
led enthusiastically - and weeks, perhaps years, of derision. Here it was not
even afforded a passing look.

There were 30 free minutes between dinner and evening chapel, and Dan returned
to his room, surprised to find the student he had bumped into earlier was his
bunkmate. "Hey man," Dan said, "I'm sorry about earlier. I'm Dan."

"Steven," the young man replied before volunteering, "Everyone has trouble
adapting here. Just do what they say. It's better that way. Trust me." There
was an emptiness in Steven's eyes, and Dan, despite his curiosity, declined to
push the matter further.

They each changed into fresh clothes and, while Steven buried his nose in a
textbook, Dan sat gingerly on his cot. "Hey Steven," Dan asked, "Is there a
weight-room here? Or any sports?"

"No," Steven said somberly. "They say that athletics stir the blood. I think
they just want to keep us weak and compliant."

"Fuck, man," Dan moaned, "I miss baseball."

"I understand. I miss wrestling like crazy."

"You were a wrestler?" Dan was surprised. Steven has scrawny, practically skin
and bones.

"A pretty good one." Steven said wistfully, "I had a shot at the State
Championship. 265 and under."

265? Despite his height, Dan figured Steven couldn't weigh more than 160
soaking wet. What the hell had these nuns done to him? Dan rolled onto his
stomach to spare his bruised bottom further pain.

"I wish I had my phone," he muttered aloud.

"You get used to life without it." Steven paused for a moment as if deciding
whether to say something further. "I know where they keep the phones. I've
seen the Mother Superior put them in her bottom-left desk drawer."

"No shit?" Dan asked rhetorically, a plan beginning to take shape in his mind.

"You'd be crazy to try to get in there. And if they caught you..." Steven
turned back to his book. "Honestly, forget I said anything, man."

Dan managed to keep his head down during chapel, following the lead of his
fellow congregants through prayers and songs. The students reserved a special
reverence for the Mother Superior, kneeling fully when she entered and exited,
but mostly the hour was unremarkable. The young men returned to their rooms,
and Dan passed the last hour before lights out, and the next few hours after,
lost in thought, alternately replaying the day's events in his mind and
planning his next move.

If he could just text his Dad, Dan was certain Cal would be there in a
heartbeat, ready to save him further pain and embarrassment. He glanced around
the room, and, seeing Steven slumbering peacefully, he rose and made his way
quietly across the room. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking both
ways before slinking towards the office.

All was quiet inside, but still Dan knelt, making himself as small as possible
as he sneaked across the room. The desk drawer was locked, but it was nothing
that Dan couldn't handle. Sliding a clip from a stack of papers atop the desk,
he bent it into a funky "S" shape. He slipped the paper clip inside the lock,
jiggling it until he felt the mechanism engage.

He grabbed his phone from atop a pile of others and turned it on, scrambling
to muffle the telltale chime as it powered up. There was a message from Lisa,
but he had to stay focused. He unlocked his phone, which cast a soft blue glow
across the room. Pulling up his text-chain with his dad, Dan began to type.
"Please, Dad, you have to help me. These nuns are crazy. I'm being abused.
Come quick."

Suddenly he heard the shuffle of footsteps at the office door. Dan ducked
under the desk, tucking the phone tightly against himself to hide it's glow.

"We know you're in here, Daniel." He recognized the voice instantly as
belonging to Sister Agnes. FUCK! There were no other exits from the room. He
had nowhere to go. Resigning himself to further punishment, Dan pulled out the
phone and hit "Send" on the text to his dad""his own, personal Hail Mary.
Slipping the phone back into the drawer as quietly as possible, he stood from
behind the desk. Sister Agnes' scowling face floated ominously at the entryway
to the room. "Come with me."

Dan crossed the room and Sister Agnes ushered him into the hall. The instant
he passed her, she grabbed his wrist and wrenched his arm beyond his back
painfully, leading him out into the hall. She forced him forward, towards the
mysterious door at the base of the stairs. Faster than Dan could process, she
entered a code in the keypad, and the door slid open, revealing a staircase
descending into darkness.

They descended the stairs in lockstep, and soft light flickering into view as
they neared the bottom, gently illuminating the cavernous room. All of the
nuns of the convent except the Mother Superior knelt in a circle in the center
of the concrete floor. Lit candles lined the edges of the room. Sister Agnes
led Dan to the center of the circle and thrust him roughly to the floor.

Dan rose to his feet. There were 11 nuns forming the circle, all staring at
Dan intently. For a brief moment, a pregnant silence hung over the room. Dan
cast a glance at Sister Agnes, who stood opposite him, before moving towards
the edge of the circle. The nuns rose in unison, each possessed of a similarly
authoritative bearing. Dan wheeled on his heels. To his shock, Sister Agnes
had removed her headdress, and her full, straight blonde hair fell free as she
continued removing her habit. Dan gasped as the robes slipped free, revealing
a lithe, muscular frame covered only by dowdy bra and panties. Her arms were
well-toned, and her abs were tight and defined.

Dan was a well-built young man, not especially muscular, but obviously fit.
Still, he possessed nothing like Sister Agnes' definition. Her musculature,
coupled with her slight height advantage, made her an imposing figure. "Sister
Agnes," Dan said, keenly aware of his precarious position, "What ar--"

CRACK! Sister Agnes darted forward, landing a straight jab to his face, just
off-center, which sent Dan stumbling backwards. "FUCK!" he shouted, his cheek
and his ego stung by the blow. "Can we just ta--"

WHACK! Again, she landed a blow, this one straight to the teeth, which dropped
Dan to his knees, nursing his swollen mouth. Seeing Sister Agnes primed,
bouncing on the balls of her feet, Dan realized now that there was no talking
his way out of this. She meant to fight, and he had to steel himself. Raising
his hands to protect his bruised face, Dan stepped forward, waiting for his
moment. Sensing an opportunity, he let loose a sharp jab. Sister Agnes
sidestepped it with ease, ducking and driving two punishing fists into his
stomach. Dan fell to his knees for a moment, fighting through the pain to
stand and face her again.

This time he feinted, faking another jab, which Sister Agnes dutifully ducked,
before landing a low hook in her midsection. She stumbled two steps backward
but quickly steadied herself and lashed out with a swift kick to Dan's shin.
He winced in pain and as he reeled, Sister Agnes placed two firm hands on his
back and pulled him down as she drove her knee up into his gut, knocking the
wind from him and dropping him to the floor.

Sister Agnes jumped back, still primed for a fight, and spoke her first word
since they had entered the room. "Ladies..."

The other nuns swarmed, a tangle of bodies efficiently stripping him of his
clothes, leaving him a huddled, naked mass on the floor. Instantly, Sister
Agnes pounced, flipping him onto his back and straddling his supine form. She
raised her fist, ready to deliver a punishing blow to his face.

A booming voice cut through the room like a knife. "Sister Agnes, that's
enough." The Mother Superior came into view, prodding a pathetic form into the
circle before her. Steven! "Give our new guest a front-row seat, please."

Sister Agnes seethed for a moment, before grabbing Dan's arms and dragging him
to the edge of the circle. She propped him up, wrapping her legs about his
tender stomach from behind, and looping a powerful arm around his throat until
they were both seated, facing the center of the circle, where Steven had been
forced to his knees

The Mother Superior stepped forward. She came to a stop a few feet from
Steven, a towering monolith in white. She seemed unconcerned with the thin,
cowering form before her, looking instead straight at Dan.

"Daniel, my child, you have invited quite a lot of punishment on yourself in
only one day. Would you care to explain this?" She reached out, holding Dan's
phone aloft, open to his text chain with his father. Even from this distance,
he could see that that the message had gone through. Thank god!

"My dad is going to see that message. You bitches are--" HURRK! Sister Agnes
tightened her arm around his throat, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Perhaps this will be a problem tomorrow," she said, "But, for the moment,
there are far bigger problems to deal with." She closed her meaty hand around
the phone and squeezed. The screen distorted for a moment, before rippling
cracks spread across the screen under the intense pressure of her grip.
Finally it went dark, as the phone crumpled into a mangled hunk of metal and
glass. She tossed it aside, sending it skidding across the floor and into the
darkness.

Dan sat slackjawed, terrified by the Mother Superior's awesome display of
strength. With that, the Mother Superior lifted her head-garb. Radiant red
tresses spilled forth, sending long vermilion curls tumbling over her
shoulders and down to her mid-back. Slowly she slipped off her robes and cast
them aside.

Dan watched in awe, feeling as though all of the air had been sucked from the
room as he absorbed the majesty of her form. Sister Agnes was an incredible
specimen of humanity, but the Mother Superior was something practically
otherworldly. Capped delts gave way to impossibly powerful arms, run-through
with pronounced veins. Her exposed breasts were mammoth - double-D's at least
- perched atop defined pectorals and framed by her broad lats. Her rock-solid
core hardly tapered, running in a straight line to her hips, from which her
legs flared like tree-trunks, knotted and gnarled with muscle.

The Mother Superior's naked form was such a sight that it took a long moment
before Dan even registered the most impressive part of her anatomy. Strapped
to her thigh with a thick strip of black leather, hanging nearly nine inches
below her crotch, was the largest cock Dan had ever seen.

Fear overwhelmed Dan as he struggled to comprehend what he was seeing, and he
began to thrash fruitlessly against Sister Agnes' iron grip. Despite his
terror, his body betrayed him, as his own, modest penis engorged unconsciously
at the magisterial site before him.

The Mother Superior smiled broadly at the sight of Dan's feeble struggles and
obvious excitement. "You are new here, Daniel. You still have much to learn.
But you were aided in your transgression. And this one," she cast her gaze
down to the prone, quivering Steven, "should know much better by now."

"Kneel," she commanded, and Steven complied. The boy was shaking like a leaf,
but without further impetus he spoke, reciting a prayer that was foreign to
Dan, but which Steven seemed to know by heart. As he began his recitation, the
Mother Superior snapped free the brass fastener of the strap around her
mammoth cock, which immediately swelled, standing at attention a full foot in
front of her. It bobbed and lolled as if possessed of a mind of its own, its
mushroomed head finally engorging to nearly the circumference of a baseball
bat. "Hail Mother Superior, true fruit of the lamb of God, Jesus Christ..."
The Mother Superior stepped close to Steven. With one hand, she grabbed him by
the back of the head; with the other she gripped her incredibly hefty member
at the base of the shaft. "By your grace I live. By your grace, I shall be
redeemed."

As the word "redeemed" left his lips, she struck. Using her giant cock as a
cudgel, she began to batter him. The first blow landed with a powerful thud
against his cheek. The second and third fell in quick succession with even
greater fury. Over and over she battered him with her enormous, throbbing
dick, and Steven's face grew redder and more swollen with each punishing
impact. Her final barrage of blows was delivered straight to the bridge of his
nose, which eventually gave way, collapsing with a disgusting, wet crack.
Steven crumpled to the floor, sobbing in pain and horror as blood streamed
from his ruined nose.

"Kneel," she commanded again, and Steven, his obvious terror superseding his
pain, complied. "Again," she said coolly. Steven repeated his recitation. Once
more she placed a strong hand behind the boy's head as he finished his prayer,
this time pulling him close until his lips were mere millimeters from her
impressive cockhead.

She pulled him closer still, breaching him and forcing her incredible dick
into his mouth. Slowly, at first, she began to thrust inside him, pumping her
cock powerfully down his throat.

She increased the intensity, and as she did, Steven began actively sucking,
taking her full length with an ease that made obvious this was not his first
time. She quickened the pace still further, and the room began to fill with
the wet, wheezing sound of Steven's increasingly labored attempts to draw air
through his broken nose. Furiously she drove herself into him, and used her
free hand to press his shattered nose into his face, cutting off his air
supply. His eyes began to glaze, and soon his whole body was wracked with
uncontrollable spasms. He flopped like a fish against her, which seemed only
to spur her frenzy, and she bucked and thrust harder and faster. At last, she
orgasmed, coming like a fire hydrant, with such ferocity that her limp prey
was forced backward by the torrent of jism. Steven lay still, a few feet from
his tormentor, a river of cum leaking from his mouth and thinner streams
dribbling from his crushed nostrils. He did not appear to be breathing.
"Sister Helena, Sister Daphne, take care of this, please."

"You killed him!" Dan shrieked, his voice breaking as he watched the two nuns
grab Steven's limp body and quickly disappear into the darkness. He bucked and
thrashed, but Sister Agnes clamped her arms and legs tighter around him
rendering his struggles pitifully ineffectual.

"Perhaps. If he survives he will have learned a lesson. If he does not, he
will illustrate one: the price of redemption is absolute obedience, and there
are no limits to the lengths we will go to punish insubordination." Her
emerald eyes locked on his own. "Sister Agnes, you may release Daniel. I am
confident that we have an understanding."

Daniel stood hesitantly. His mind reeled, a cacophony of horror, fear,
disbelief, and, much to his own disgust, excitement. "Why are you doing this?"
he asked pleadingly.

"Oh, my dear child. Your insolence is a symptom of an infection that threatens
our future: generations of men who have horded resources, subjugated others,
exalted themselves above all else. But there is a greater glory, a higher
power that demands fealty, and the Lord has blessed me and my ilk with the
tools to remind little boys like you of your station." She cast her eyes down
towards her lolling, semi-tumescent cock. "We are here to to usher in the new
order, Daniel, and I am doing this to show you your place in it."

"Y-you, you're fucking crazy."

She stepped closer to Dan. "Am I? Before yesterday, you walked through this
world believing you were in control. Tell me, Daniel, do you still believe you
control anything?" Toe-to-toe, the differences between their two forms was
stark. The Mother Superior dwarfed Dan in every conceivable way. Every inch of
her conveyed the superiority her name professed.

He hung his head in a silent acknowledgment of her words, and she chuckled
softly. Reaching out, she stroked the tip of his still-erect penis lightly,
sending a visible shudder through him. "You can't even control your own body.
You hate me, you fear me, and still you want me. It's time for you to accept
your punishment and assume your rightful place in the world. Kneel."

Sister Agnes was not half the specimen that the Mother Superior was, and she
had handled Dan with ease. Shame crystallized into fury, overwhelming Dan's
capacity for rational thought. His pride would not allow him to kneel, and he
looked up angrily at the imperious woman, balling his fists. "No."

The Mother Superior smiled as though she had never expected any other
reaction. "Go ahead, Daniel. Take your best shot."

Dan reared back, putting all of his strength behind a right hook. FUCK! Daniel
screamed silently as his knuckles collided with her impossibly solid core. It
was like punching a cinder block. He jerked his hand back in agony a
split-second before she delivered a right hook of her own. CRACK! Dan doubled
over, falling to one knee as pain radiated through his ribcage. "Anything you
can do..." she teased.

Dan labored to his feet, facing her down again. Mustering all of his strength,
he unleashed a forceful one-two combo. With lightning reflexes, the Mother
Superior deflected his first punch and caught his right fist in her meaty left
paw. Closing her hand tightly around his, she exerted incredible force to
drive him backwards and down onto one knee. "The other knee," she demanded.
"Kneel."

"N-no," Dan replied, barely sustaining his resistance against her remarkable
power. Her grip tightened further around his fist, and he suddenly remembered
what she had done to the phone. Dan's eyes went wide in terror and he tried in
vain to yank his hand free, but it was hopeless. The pressure increased to
unbearable levels, and Dan knew he was beaten. There was only one thing to do.
He dropped his second knee to the ground and looked up with pleading eyes.
"Please, I give"""

Dan's plea was cut short as she squeezed with all her might. In a flash, his
hand crumpled, the bones shattering and snapping in succession. As she
released him he stared almost quizzically at the gnarled, useless ball that
had been his hand until a moment before. Dan began to hyperventilate, too
overwhelmed by shock to even scream, as tears flooded his eyes. Through the
pain, he saw the Mother Superior, her face emotionless, raising her fist to
strike him again. Survival instincts took hold, and Dan leapt to his feet,
wheeling away from her.

He had barely made it a step before he felt her strong arms wrapping around
his waist. Powering through her legs, the Mother Superior lifted him fully off
the ground before arching her back and slamming him back down. He landed on
his left shoulder, which popped loose from its socket with the force of the
impact. There was no time to process the pain. Grabbing him by the throat, she
lifted him to her eye level, leaving his feet dangling 6 inches from the
ground.

She reared back her mammoth fist and slammed into his left eye. Dan felt his
eye socket cave in, as his field of vision collapsed. He swooned in her iron
grip, nearly fainting as she threw him roughly to the floor. She gave him no
respite, continuing her impassive demolition of her prey. Pinning his left leg
to the floor with her foot, she grabbed his right leg and heaved it upward,
cracking him like a wishbone. Dan finally found the breath to scream as he
felt muscle and tendon tearing. The sound of his piercing cry seemed to awaken
something inside of the Mother Superior and, for the first time since the
onslaught began, she smiled. Dan wept, overwhelmed with pain and terror,
unable to do anything but shake uncontrollably. He had only the vaguest
awareness of the Mother Superior reaching down to stroke her rapidly
stiffening cock.

Through the haze, Dan heard a rustling, then a wet plop. He felt a hand
spreading his ass-cheeks, then another, rubbing something cool and wet upon
his exposed asshole. He gasped as a slick finger slipped easily inside him.
The Mother Superior's large hand wrapped under his pelvis, pulling it up and
positioning him. Something unspeakably large pressed between his asscheeks,
nestling against his exposed asshole. "Pray, Daniel."

"Hail M""AAAUGGH" She breached him, her unbelievable cock burrowing deep into
him. Powering through her legs, she lifted him, still buried deep inside his
bowels. Thrusting mightily, she bounced him up and down on her mammoth shaft
like a ragdoll. As she continued her assault on his shattered body, she
wrapped a beefy arm around his throat and clamped tight. Dan's mental
faculties abandoned him, as he flopped limply against her. Again and again she
thrust herself deep inside Dan, dominating him, claiming him. His already
narrow field of vision closed further, until the world around him registered
as nothing more than a pinprick. The Mother Superior quickened her strokes as
Dan began to convulse against her, leaving her overwhelmed with ecstasy. As
Dan felt something warm flooding deep inside of him, his world went black.

Cal Lipscomb descended the long staircase into near-darkness alongside his
pretty wife, Laurie. They were chaperoned by the two nuns who had greeted
them, Agnes and Helena, who trailed a few steps behind the mayor.

As they reached the bottom, a familiar figure loomed in the center of the
candlelit room. Cal was 6'2", square-jawed and physically fit, and possessed
of the unique self-assurance of a politician. He was a man used to commanding
every room he entered. But, as with their first meeting a few weeks before,
Cal was struck by an unfamiliar feeling in this woman's presence:
intimidation.

"Hello, Mother Superior," Cal and Laurie each said in near-perfect unison.

The large nun strode towards them, planting a peck on Laurie's cheek. "Hello
Laurie," the Mother Superior said gently. Cal found the greeting unusually
forward, especially for a nun. She turned her attention to him, extending her
hand and shaking Cal's firmly. He noted, as he had on their first meeting,
that her hands dwarfed his own. "Hello Mayor Lipscomb."

"Mother Superior," Cal began without regard for further pleasantries, "I
received a disturbing text from my son last night."

"Mayor Lipscomb," she replied, "I assure you that Daniel has been taken care
of." She turned and nodded into the inky darkness beyond the edges of the
candlelight. Something in the shadows began to shuffle, and two figures
emerged, dragging a limp body by the arms.

Cal gasped as he saw that the battered, motionless body was Dan's."Jesus
Christ, what the hell have you done to him? You said corporal punishment, but
this..." Cal paused as he noticed Dan's right-hand, which was fully bandaged.
He was incandescent with rage, now, and blurted, "His hand! What the fuck
happened to his hand? He's a major league prospect for God's sake!" Cal
started towards his stricken son, but the Mother Superior gave a simple nod
and the strong hands of Sister's Agenes and Helena gripped each of his wrists,
twisting them behind his back and holding him firmly in place. As he struggled
to free himself, the Mother Superior drew back her arm and swung. The vicious
open-palmed slap collided with Cal's face with such unbridled force that his
knees buckled; only the strong grips of the nuns kept him from collapsing.

"Blasphemy will not be tolerated in the house of the lord, Mister Mayor." She
paused long enough for Cal to regain his footing, before continuing. "Daniel
was a major league prospect. Now he is our ward. And we have taught him so
much already. Would you like to see what he has learned?" She did not wait for
a response before stepping back and removing her headdress, allowing her fiery
locks to tumble forth before beginning to shimmy free of her habit. As the top
half of her habit fell away, Cal gasped, awestruck by the majesty of her form.
He had never seen anything like her combination of size, power, and raw
sexuality. But as the clothing fell to the floor and his eyes traced their way
below her waist before finally falling upon her ungodly appendage, his awe
turned to confusion and terror. He tried to scream, but a hand clamped over
his mouth from behind.

Cal thrashed wildly but fruitlessly, as the Mother Superior seated herself on
the floor a few feet away from Dan. Methodically she began to stroke her cock,
and, as it steadily engorged in her hand, she beckoned the shattered young man
towards her. "Come, Daniel." Despite his condition, Dan instantly responded to
her command. His legs were useless, and his right hand could bear no pressure,
so he began the slow, arduous task of pulling himself across the floor with
his one good arm. It seemed to take an eternity for Dan to reach the Mother
Superior, and when he did, he fell weakly next to her, utterly drained from
the exertion.

Without moving from her seat, the Mother Superior lifted Dan, positioning him
over her enormous dick. It slipped inside him with surprising ease, given its
spectacular size, and the Mother Superior began to thrust from her seat,
driving herself rhythmically in and out of the teen. Dan did not cry or
scream, but simply let his head fall upon the Mother Superior's proud, heaving
breasts, resigning himself to the indignity she was inflicting upon him. As
her tempo quickened, she wrapped a hand around his throat, not choking him,
but forcing him to meet her gaze. Some boys went near-catatonic after such
brutal punishment, their eyes hollow and empty. Those boys were usually lost
causes. Not Dan though - gazing deeply into him, the Mother Superior saw the
spark she knew so well, a pure and primal fear that ensured he would be hers
to shape and mold. It was a sight she never tired of, and it took her over the
edge of ecstasy. She erupted inside of him, pumping so full of warm cum that
his belly became visibly distended. When at last the wave of her orgasm had
crested and receded, she flopped Dan onto the floor where he lay quietly as a
steady stream of jism trickled from his gaping asshole.

A nun emerged swiftly from the darkness to hand the Mother Superior a warm
towel, which she used to wipe clean her still-engorged cock. Cal had hardly
stopped trying to scream since the onslaught began, but he had begun to tire.
It was only as the Mother Superior turned her attention back in his direction,
that he realized for the first time that Laurie was unrestrained. More than
that, she appeared to be smiling.

The Mother Superior walked towards him again, and, with a swift nod of her
head, the hand withdrew itself from around him mouth. "L-Laurie..." he
half-whimpered, "Did you know about this?"

"Mrs. Lipscomb is quite familiar with our methods. Personally acquainted, you
could say." The Mother Superior smiled sultrily at the pretty blonde. "Haven't
you noticed the signs, Cal? Her breasts beginning to swell? The morning
sickness? Laurie," she said, extending a hand and stroking Laurie's taut belly
gently, "is carrying my seed. She's one of the thousands of women around the
world currently blessed to be carrying the future of our order. And soon
she'll give birth to a beautiful child. Not a daughter, exactly, but a Mother
Superior-in-waiting."

"Thousands..." Cal muttered aloud. The Mother Superior nodded and Sisters
Agnes and Helena forced Cal to his knees. The Mother Superior stepped close
until her humongous cock bobbed only millimeters from Cal's face. "You can't
do this. I'll go straight to Sheriff Jenkins."

She simply laughed. "Ah yes, the Sheriff. Tell me, have you met his son
Joseph? He was such a rude, disrespectful boy. But after 6 months of our
tutelage he's become so polite and obedient. As has his father." Delighting in
watching the Mayor's face turn ghostly white, she placed a large hand on
either side of his face, firmly but gently stroking his temples.

"Then I'll go to..." Her hands tightened their grip on his skull.

"You misunderstand. Our order has nearly a thousand convents, churches, and
reformatories around the globe, each headed by a Mother Superior of their own.
Our congregation is more than a million strong, and growing. We have our hands
on the highest levers of power." Her grip tightened further, her thumbs
pressing into his temples as her fingers dug into the back of his skull. Cal
panicked as she pored on incredible pressure, fearing his skull might crack
under her impossible strength. "I could crush your head like a grape and never
even be questioned. It would not be the first time."

Suddenly she relented, and Cal breathed a loud sigh of relief as she
continued. "But you can be useful to me, Mr. Mayor. And if you show your
obedience to me, I promise to ensure that you, and your family," she said,
motioning towards Dan's still, broken form, "remain safe."

Feeling her incredibly strong hands still wrapped around his head, and
cognizant of the huge dick still swinging in front of him, Cal knew he had no
other option. "I promise, I will be obedient." Cal would have hung his head if
he could.

"Obedience isn't promised, Cal. It's shown." She thrust forward until her
enormous cockhead was pressed firmly against his lips. "Show me how obedient
you are, Cal." Closing his eyes, Cal opened his mouth and tentatively began to
accept her girth. The Mother Superior smiled as she pulled him forward,
roughly forcing her monster down his gagging throat. "That's a good boy, Cal.
Accept my grace. And don't forget to use your tongue."