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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes in R16
- Theme: Cherry Picking
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Nun Like it Hot!
Marcy got off the phone feeling like she’d survived a tornado. In one night, she’d come breathlessly close to losing her dissertation topic without even realizing it until it was too late. Her roommate and best friend Josh got home as she emerged from her room frazzled and in need of a mixed drink. “Whoa, what’s got you looking so frazzled?” he asked.
“I almost lost access to the convent,” she said. “I almost lost one of my main sources for interviews and research for my PhD!”
“Sexual Violence and Closed Religious Communities, a Psychological Analysis for the 21st Century?” he recited. Correctly.
“Yes, or Nuns Getting it Bad, as you put it,” she said. “They didn’t want to talk to me at all. But I convinced them, and got them to schedule me meeting times starting tomorrow, but last night they had a break-in! Two of the women were raped!” She took a breath as he took his jacket off. “A sister and a novitiate. Can you imagine? One of them managed to at least scratch his arm, but, but, uh, Josh?” She pointed at his arm as the impossible began to take shape in her head.
“Oops. Busted,” he said.
“You, no! This can’t be! You didn’t!”
“Come on, it’s not like I haven’t gone out in search of virgin pussy before.”
“You raped them! Tell me you didn’t rape them. Please.”
“Oops. Busted,” he repeated. “Come on! You were telling me just the other day how hard it was to find good case studies, and this group was the worst. They have the strictest entry requirements of any of the cloisters…”
“You raped two of them for the sake of my dissertation?” she cried, but took a deep breath. “Okay, just tell me what happened.”
“There’s the Marcy I know. Right to the meat of the matter. Well, they have locks on the convent, but they all date back to the 1930s, so it wasn’t hard to pick them. No alarms. They’ve got that big sprawling complex. Lots of privacy, you know what I mean? Anyway, I picked a little cottage at random. Shack, really. Like, they took all the comfort out of them. I guess these nuns are on the buddy system or something, because there were these two cots and two gals sprawled out on them. They don’t wear the full habits to bed, but they had these loose, formless nightgowns on. I jammed a screwdriver into the doorframe just to stiffen it up and slow them down, and, boom! I pounced on the smaller one first. The older one, though she wasn’t that bad. I pictured some leathery old hag, but she was about forty and soft! Ooh, good knockers, and I had them uncovered in about thirty seconds. Tied her up before the young one got her wits together, then tied her up too. Shredded those lumpy nightgowns. Hey, Marcy, is this turning you on?”
“Shut up! You’ve ruined my sample!” She wiped the sweat off her forehead. “But continue.”
“Not much to say. I gagged them with their panties. At least I tried, but they had these granny panties, so I cut the smellier pair in half and gagged them each with a half. Some duct tape to hold them in, wrapped around their head. Well, young nun tries to roll off the bed and run. She loosened a knot a little and thought she was on the verge of freedom. So I did her first. Right up her ass! I swear, that bitch didn’t know what was coming for her. Even when I spit on my cock and lubed it up, she was just, well, I don’t know what she was trying to say.”
“You don’t know what she knew,” Marcy said.
“Yeah, well, you told me these ladies have to be lifelong virgins to even pledge the nunnery. They have rape and abuse exceptions, right? But no willing sexual backgrounds. So I’m assuming, sue me. I ass-fucked the bitch, then plowed the older gal’s pussy the right way. I wanted to do ass-to-mouth, but, the gag… Anyway, I tied them both to their cots and gave them a good thrashing with my belt. You know, so they had some injuries to report and not just a boring rape. I really just, wow, whaled on them! And then poked the young one’s cunt on the way out. You know, the anal virgin loophole? Now they’re both proper women! I guess they wailed back at me, too. Get it? Whale? Wail?”
“Josh, you didn’t help me! You raped a couple nuns, la-dee-fucking-da. My research is on the psychological effects of sexual violence in these communities when it’s a natural event, not a hit!”
“Rape is rape. Now you’ve got some sample points to work off.”
“My god! You know, that dick is going to get you into real trouble someday!”
“But not today. Go listen to what they have to say. You’ll find it hot! You know you will.”
“That is beside the point!” she groaned. She shook her head. “You can’t just prod these women with sexual violence. It’s not a rat-in-maze kind of study. You didn’t rape them for fun. You did it to promote a viewpoint. Their stories are useless to me now, and you may have contaminated the while community!” She rested her head in her hands. “I can’t build valid research when you make me cherry-pick the data!”
“But you’re not. You’re using all the raped women you can find, and now I’ve help you find two more. You’re using the term wrong, Marcy. Don’t you see? You’re not cherry picking anything.”
He paused, to grin. “But I sure did!”
Contrived, perhaps, but fun to read and to visualize! 