The man yelped and pulled out of Callie. He continued to fuck the air but held onto Callie’s hips. He made a wet gasp and a trickle of blood fell from his lips. He gasped again and spoke to no one in particular. “Nice ankles, but I’d like them better if they were on my shoulders.” He began to hump Callie’s ass crack, trying to regain some entry back inside her.
Callie squealed and bucked against her restraints as Sister Catherine threw herself on top of all three of us. I fell on the man and he collapsed on top of Callie, still desperately trying to fuck her. The handle of the knife slammed into my right shoulder and an electric shock of tingling pain shot down my arm. My arm vibrated and was nearly numb and made it nearly useless as I grappled with Sister Catherine. The nun tried to claw at my face.
“Sinner! Murderer!” the nun bellowed. “Homosexual!” She grabbed my hair and began rocking my head back and forth violently, tearing out strands as she did so.
The metal of the cot protested against the massive weight of four occupants and the legs bent, spilling Sister Catherine, me, and the man onto the floor. The Sister lost her hold on my hair. I landed on Callie’s purse. One of Megan’s boots I’d draped over my shoulder flipped in front of my face and caught my nose and caused my eyes to water. The laces of the boots were wrapped around my throat and the nun took the opportunity to use them as a weapon and strangle me. She couldn’t get good leverage and the knot I’d put in the laces slipped. My right arm tingled from the blow of the knife handle but I was regaining feeling and reached behind me. I dug desperately in the bag for anything to use as a weapon.
I grasped one of Callie’s shoes and bashed Sister Catherine in the nose as hard as I could. Hot blood shot from her bent and destroyed nose and rained down on me. She screamed and let go of the boot laces to hold her gushing nose. I shoved her off me and she fell backward, striking the back of her head on the metal frame of the cot. Her arms dropped from her face and she weakly struggled to sit up.
I calmly sprang to my feet and realized the man was lying on the floor beside me. He was on his side, facing me, thrusting his hips in my direction with an erect penis. His mouth opened and closed as if he were trying to speak but the only sound was a light gurgling as blood seeped from his mouth. He reminded me of a flopping fish out of water. I rounded him and pulled the knife from his back. The wound made a sucking sound as the knife slid free, blood bubbling and spilling from the cut.
Immediately, I turned my attention to Callie. She breathed in short hitches of exhausted sobs. I cut her gag first, careful not to hurt her or slice her hair. She wailed my name like a wounded animal once the gag was gone and a torrent of tears spilled from her eyes.
“I know, Kitty Cat,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I’m hurrying.”
I made quick work of cutting the ropes holding her hands and another wave of rage filled me when I detected the raw skin of her wrists once they were free. She rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around me so tightly I could barely breathe. I didn’t want to push her away but I needed to get her feet free. I petted her head and calmly shushed her like a child. The sound of her pain cut through the numbness of my anger and I began to sense the anguish I knew would fully manifest once when we were out of this place. The guilt I would feel for not being there to protect her. The guilt of not having experienced the defilement she had. The pain of seeing someone you love suffer and not being able to absorb the anguish for them.
“Your feet,” I managed to say.
She let go.
I began to cut the ropes. They were so tight her feet were a pale shade of purple. I carefully cut downward as I couldn’t find a place to slip the knife in and slice away from her. I said, “Grab the other knife from your bag.”
She did as I said and held the knife with a shaky and reddened hand. She pointed the blade at Sister Catherine and screamed, “Sonya!”
In my periphery I noticed the Sister managed to sit forward. I hurried to finish the last bit of rope on Callie’s feet and nicked her ankle. She either didn’t feel it or was too terrified of the nun to be bothered by it.
Sister Catherine wailed as she took in the state of the dying man. He was on his side and humping the air but his eyes focused on nothing as a pool of blood from his mouth gathered on the floor.
The nun crawled toward the man and began to ramble in a nasally tone as blood dripped from her chin. “Oh, Father Thomas! What have the sinners done to you?!”
She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him onto his back. Father Thomas weakly lifted his hips to thrust his erect penis in the air.
The Sister lifted her arms toward the ceiling. “Dear Lord! Your trials and tribulations will only make us stronger! We shall repopulate the earth with your followers!” She moved the chain from the man’s neck out of the way and lifted the hem of her habit. She crawled over the priest and straddled him. She began to fuck him. “Your seed will not die with me! I will bear your fruit and God will rejoice!”
Without looking at Callie I told her, “Cut the others loose.”
Callie slipped from the bed, holding her knife in the direction of the nun who was oblivious to our presence. I held my blade at the ready as Callie cut Megan free. Megan attended to the woman bent over the table first and quietly informed us she was dead, most likely from shock, before helping an older blond woman on the third cot. Callie cut the two hogtied women and I held vigilance over Sister Catherine as she literally fucked the Father to death and continued fruitlessly to produce an orgasm from the corpse while spouting pompous religious oratory.
Once all the women were free they progressed from shyly covering their nudity with their hands into a militant phalanx closing in on Sister Catherine with furious faces and clenched fists. I knew what was going to happen next and I wasn’t going to stop it. I took a few steps back to allow the women to surround Sister Catherine.
The older blond woman who was tied to the cot beside Megan struck first. She punched Sister Catherine in her already destroyed nose. The nun’s hands flew up reflexively and she wailed. Megan took the opportunity to strike her in the side of the head and Catherine crumpled to the ground.
The two women who’d been hogtied could’ve been twins if they were clothed as they both had long tawny hair but their nakedness revealed two different body types. The heavier set one with large breasts pounced on Sister Catherine. She grabbed the nun’s coif and ripped it off her head to expose shoulder-length gray hair. The other woman who’d lain on the floor with her snatched a handful of Catherine’s hair and began pulling her toward the cot Megan had been on. The other women swarmed the nun and ripped her habit to shreds as she wailed. Megan gathered pieces of cut and fallen rope and they proceeded to tie Catherine to the bed in a spread eagle posture. The women whooped in animal cries as Callie climbed on top of the woman, still holding the knife.
I collapsed on the broken cot Callie was on and slid to the floor. I was rooted to the spot Callie had been defiled on. I wanted to stop them. I didn’t want to see or know what was going to happen. I didn’t want Callie to do whatever it was she was going to do. I didn’t want her to have this experience in her head but I knew she deserved vengeance and I wouldn’t deny her it. I wanted to look away but there was something inside of me that knew I had to see the last bit of civilization cast into the void.
“You like this?!” Callie screamed in her face.
Sister Catherine cried, “No! No! No! Sinners! God will punish thee!” She turned to the other women for sympathy. “We must repopulate the earth with his followers, Sisters! Don’t let these women of Sodom and Gomorrah fill your heads with their evil intentions! Where are the men which came in to thee this night?! Bring them out unto us, that we may know them!” She turned her attention to Callie. “You shall not lie with a male as one lies with a female! It is an abomination!”