Steve picked his head up from the mattress and watched Sister Clarice use her fingertips to catch a drop of cum that escaped her lips. She sucked her fingers and swallowed, and Steve dropped back. He groaned at the ceiling, and when he looked again, he found her kneeling between his knees as if she were praying.
“Asking for forgiveness?” He sat up, and Clarice crossed herself.
“Giving thanks for this chance to serve.” She smiled up at the confusion on Steve’s face. “We take an oath of service. Father Thomas teaches us that Christ is in all men. By serving your pleasures, I serve His.
“Seems kinda cult-y,” Steve said. “I don’t think our step dad knew about that when he sent Nita here.”
“It’s not in the brochure.” Sister Clarice sat down on the bed beside Steve. “Father Thomas picks students from the school–maybe two in one year, and none some years–to become novices. He chose Nita, but Nita doesn’t have the calling. That’s why he won’t let her leave.”
Steve grabbed his jeans and jumped to his feet. “I’m getting Nita out.”
Sister Clarice tore her eyes away from the big dick swinging between Steve’s thighs. “The abbey’s a fortress. The convent and the school are behind the walls. You’ve been there–you know. Mother Superior and the brothers aren’t going to let you walk in and walk out with your sister.”
“You make it sound like Nita’s a prisoner in a harem.”
“The good lord’s harem. I was filled with the Holy Spirit for my first time, but your sister isn’t like that.”
Steve cupped his hand under Sister Clarice’s chin and enjoyed the way her habit framed her pretty face. “You sure gave some holy head.” She was making his cock stir again.
Clarice cast her eyes down and spoke with quiet humility. “Thank you. It’s God’s gift. Brother Mateo believes I have a blessed booty, too.”
Steve tucked his hand under Sister Clarice’s arm and turned her around. “Butt up. I’m going to find out about your blessed booty.”
Clarice didn’t even pause to catch a breath before she had her knees and her elbows under her on the mattress. Steve flipped her tunic over her back, and Clarice pushed her bare butt up.
Steve kept his eyes on Sister Clarice’s pussy lips glistening between her legs and jacked his cock until it was rigid in his hand. He opened her with his thumb, and she twisted the cover in her grip as he pushed the smooth head of his cock into her.
Each thrust pushed Steve’s dick deeper into Clarice’s body, and each thrust tore away another layer of his self-control. He stopped with his thick shaft burning inside her then caught his breath and slammed into her.
Sister Clarice would have collapsed on the mattress, but Steve held her up and fucked her like a rag doll–harder and faster. She gasped into the bedclothes and the sounds she made mixed with Steve’s grunts and groans.
He knew he was going to come, and nothing would stop him. He flattened Clarice onto the mattress and paused with her soft butt squeezed under him. He clenched his teeth and pumped his hot essence into her, and he bellowed at the ceiling.
Steve caught his breath and let his cock slip out of Clarice. He slapped her ass, and stepped back to watch his cum trickling out of her. “Brother Mateo was right. You OK?”
Sister Clarice was a little dazed, but she sat up and crossed herself as Steve closed his jeans. “I’ll be there for the graduation tomorrow,” he said, “and I’ll take Nita out with me. The brothers aren’t going to get in my way.”
“She won’t be in the graduation.” Clarice smoothed her apron and straightened her veil. “Brother Thomas auctioned Nita’s service to the highest bidder. It was a fundraiser won by a man named Boris Semenov. He’ll be there tonight, and she’s chained in a cell to wait.”
Steve snorted in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me that to start with?” He pulled the curtain open and looked down at the row of gleaming Harley’s still parked in front of the hotel. “Why are you telling me now?”
“Father Thomas and Mother Superior made an unholy arrangement. The other Sisters and I are together on this. We want you to stop it.”
“How do I get in?”
“The boiler house is outside the wall, and there’s a utility tunnel from there into the abbey. I can get you in. The brothers aren’t with us, so getting you out… I don’t know.”
“I’ll figure that out.” Steve closed his big hand around Sister Clarice’s arm. He locked the room behind them and guided her through the lobby. They stopped at the door as a black limousine rolled past the hotel.
“That should be Mr. Semenov.” Clarice said.
The limo turned up the road toward the abbey, and Steve squared his shoulders and faced the bar. “We need chaos.”
“What?” Sister Clarice watched Steve disappear into the dark bar. She ran to catch up but then stopped under the gaze of the elk’s head looming over the barkeep.
Steve marched with purpose to the middle of the room, and Josie had to do a little spin around him to keep from spilling her tray. A voice from the side roared, “Cox!” Bear lifted his shot glass in a salute. “Pull up a chair.”
“Bear!” Steve said. He pulled a chair back from an empty table then stepped onto it instead of sitting down. He jumped onto the table where everyone could see him, and he talked over the crowd.
“I came here today to get my kid sister out of that abbey on the hill, and I left after your little party this afternoon to meet Sister Clarice.” He looked around and made sure everyone could see Clarice, standing by the bar. “She told me that the monks in the abbey are keeping my sister against her will. She’s a prisoner there.”
A murmur went from table to table, and a long-haired biker beside him asked, “Wha’d she do?”
“She wanted her freedom–that’s all she asked. Now she’s chained in a cell to be sold like an animal.”
Steve paused, and the murmurs in the room got louder. “Been there,” they said. “They got no right.”
“Tonight, I’m going with Sister Clarice to get my sister back–monks be damned. I don’t have much time, and I have a proposal for y’all. What do you do best?”
Steve didn’t wait for their answer. “Y’all do CHAOS best!” A cheer rose from every table, and Steve slammed his fist into his hand. “That’s what I need. When I go into that abbey, I need chaos to bring my sister out!”
A chant of “Freedom!” started, but it died when Bear stood up. He looked around the room and pointed out a tall, wiry biker. “Zeke. What d’you say?”
Zeke stared into his shot glass for a moment before he slammed it. He sat back and looked at Steve. “What’s in it for us?”
Steve glanced at Sister Clarice. “Nun sex,” he said, and Sister Clarice’s eyes grew wide. He caught his breath so he could talk over the growing noise in the room. “There’ll be willing nun tail for all!”
Zeke pounded his fist on the table. “Do it!”
Steve swung his arm to point at the clock over the door. “Give us an hour, then if Sister Clarice hasn’t opened the gate, break the damn thing down!” He jumped from the table, and Clarice followed–out of the bar, out of the hotel–to Big Baby Blue.
Clarice stopped when Steve vaulted into the driver’s seat. She frowned at the big car. “What are you thinking? Your boat could only take us to the front gate where all the brothers would see us. Betsy can handle the back trail to the boiler house.”
“Give me your keys then,” Steve said, and climbed back out of the car.
“You’re shotgun.” Sister Clarice crossed the road to Betsy. She gave the old jeep a kick to wake it up and climbed behind the wheel. The engine turned over and caught on the second try, and Steve was barely in his seat when Clarice popped the clutch and U-turned across the road.
Steve gripped the door to brace himself. “How much time do we have?”
Clarice scowled at Steve. “You gave me an hour to warn the Sisters and open the gate. The clock is ticking. For Nita? I’m not sure. Father Thomas was going to have dinner and collect his dirty money first.”
The dark abbey towered on the hilltop ahead of them when Clarice bounced off the road onto a rough trail. She killed the headlamps and slowed down, and the moon lit the trail as they climbed through treeless, rocky crags to the back of the dormitory.
Steve jumped out of the jeep before it stopped by the little boiler house and looked up at the dormitory’s flat wall and slit windows. “From here, it looks more like a prison than a school.”
“Ssh,” Clarice said, with her finger to her lips. “It is,” she whispered, “and it’s locked down for the night.” She found a flash light in the glove box, clicked the driver’s door shut and listened for a moment to the hum from the boiler house. She unlocked the door with a key tied to her cincture, and Steve followed her in.
Sister Clarice’s flashlight made a pool of light they followed through inky darkness, down stairs and through a door into the utility tunnel where the air was warm and stale. Clarice was only a few steps into the tunnel when she recoiled against Steve’s chest. “Keep your head down,” she said, and dragged cobwebs off her veil.
“Why are we still whispering?” Steve asked. He steadied Clarice with his hands on her waist then took the flashlight and stepped around her.
Clarice stayed close behind Steve and hissed, “So Mother Superior isn’t waiting for us when we get inside.”
“I think I could handle Mother Superior,” Steve said.
Something scurried across the tunnel just outside the flashlight’s pool of light, and Sister Clarice shuddered. “She’s never alone. Two brother’s are always with her.” She covered her mouth to stifle her snicker. “We call them Brother Front and Brother Back.”
Steve stopped when he saw light coming from around a corner. He doused the flashlight and flattened himself against the wall. The only sounds were from the mechanical workings of the abbey’s underbelly, and a conversation passing in the distance.
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