He would keep this up until she begged him to stop then he thought he might take her anally, for now he’d taunt her a little.“Doesn’t feel good ...o cum without asking,” he taunted? “Yes,” she answered. She wanted to say that she didn’t always have to ask, but that might mess up Michael’s plan.“Are you enjoying this?”“Yes, why?” She asked.“So you really like it rough? I think I give it to you rough in your ass next then. What do you say to that?” He sneered.She smiled to herself, hearing the. .. Mmmm... That's right... Mmmm... God will help... if you let Him... Does it feel good... Mmmmm... Sister Susan... tell mmmmeee..." Aahhh... Aahhh Father... Father..." the Novice panted, biting her hand to stifle her cries of response. Her belly churned from the intense stimulation and she whimpered breathlessly, "Yes... hanh... yesss Father. I can't help it... Hannh... I love it..." The Nun's short, shapely legs spread wider and her heavy hips rocked awkwardly as she pushed against the. I am stubborn." A wry expression emanated from her eyes, inducing me to crack a tight-lipped half-smile."He was my first," she went on, "and actually, my only one." Again, I knew exactly what she was alluding to, and I was astonished that she'd opened up to that degree. I gave her a slight nod, informing her that I got her drift."And then ... it happened. He was gone." Her tone became morose; it was evident that the violent murder of her first love was something that affected her deeply, even. Not law, convention, morality, family, station in life, protected her. Nothing whatever stood between his intentions and her virtue. She felt her terror sap her strength. She felt as though she might collapse upon the deck. She opened her eyes, to look at him again. She saw the dagger in his hand. He stood looking at her, tapping the dagger lightly against his leg. He took a step towards her, walked around her. She felt the dagger against the lacing of her dress. She.