Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 78

Aftermath

"You fucking whore!" Allison yelled at Sister Louise and swung the wooden spoon in her hand hard, smacking it across Sister Louise's pale ass.

"Please stop!" Sister Louise begged in pain. "Please, It hurts! Ahhh!" Another wooden spoon smacked her ass, swung by Desiree. "Please, God, save your servant!" Smack! Allison hit her ass and Sister Louise moaned in pain. Smack! Desiree hit her ass. Smack!

The living room was a mess. Furniture lay strewn about, the carpet was sticky with blood from Korina and Desiree's wounds. Korina was lying on her back while Fiona pressed a towel to her left arm, staunching the blood from her bullet wound. Chasity was talking in her radio. The police officer was still topless, although she had recovered her gun from when Sister Louise made her drop it. Xiu was in the kitchen, attending to her bleeding nose. Apparently, Mary landed a nice kick while they were struggling and Xiu's nose appeared broken. Violet huddled in the corner, the teenager hugging herself and watching the nun get beat with dull eyes.

I sat on the recliner, my head aching from the rolling pin Korina had cracked across my skull while under the control of Sister Louise. Mary sat across my lap, hugging me tightly as we watched Allison and Desiree take turns spanking the nun's ass with wooden spoons. The nun was bent over the arm of the couch and the air was filled with wood smacking flesh and the nun's grunts and yelps of pain. Her ass was slowly turning into a mass of red welts.

Smack! "Oh, please stop, please!" Smack! "It hurts, it hurts! Mercy, please God, Mercy!" Smack! "Please!"

The bitch deserved it. She tried to steal our powers and take our sluts from us. And spanking was only the beginning.

Smack! "Stop!" Smack! "I'm sorry, please stop!" Smack!

"The ambulance will be here in three minutes, sir" Chasity reported. She was our newest sex slave. Before the nun attacked us, I thought it would be prudent to have some bodyguards. I pictured a cadre of sexy women would be perfect, but after Louise so effortlessly took control of our sluts, I wasn't so sure anymore.

I kissed Mary's wrist, right above her scrapes. "I gotta head off the police and medics. Make sure they understand what's going on."

"Yeah," Mary said, flatly. There was a distant look in her eyes, like she was off somewhere else.

"You okay, Mare?"

She sighed. "Just tired."

"It'll be okay, Mare," I told her, kissing her on the forehead.

"Sure, it will," she whispered, and tears started to brim in her eyes. "Until the next nun comes."

"We defeated this one, we can defeat the next one," I told her, trying to sound like I believed it. "We're better than them. And we have Lilith."

Mary nodded, wiping at her tears and trying to appear convinced, but I could still see lingering fear in her eyes. "Okay, Mark. Let's go talk to the police."

She slipped off my lap and helped me stand up. I swayed a bit, still a little dazed from the blow to my head. Mary slipped her arm around my waist to support me and together we walked outside as the sound of sirens grew in the distant. It was still light outside, the sun just starting to set. It was hard to believe that from the time I walked through the door and was attacked to now was only twenty or so minutes. It seemed like hours ago when I laid in pain on the floor as that nun rode my cock, trying to get me to cum so she could take my powers. It was just so damned normal outside. Our entire world had just been turned upside down and yet out on the street, everything seemed the same. Up the street, a man mowed his lawn. On the porch next door a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt smoked a cigarette, sitting on a porch swing. An elderly couple walking their two dogs.

Sirens grew in the distance and a Puyallup patrol car was the first emergency vehicle to race up the road, parking next to Chasity's cruiser. Two more patrol cars quickly followed and more cops spilled out. I waved them over and greeted them friendly. "Officers. I'm Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan. Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says 'Il serve Mark Glassner or I serve Mary Sullivan' you will do whatever they say."

The three cops nodded. "Okay, Mr. Glassner," the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeve. I guess he was a sergeant.

"Okay, there's a woman with a gunshot in the arm. The woman who shot her is Louise Afra and is being disciplined inside. I will keep custody of her and make sure she's punished."

The sergeant didn't even blink. "Absolutely, Mr Glassner." Another wave of dizziness rolled through me and stumbled a bit and Mary grunted as she steadied me. "Are you all right, sir?" the sergeant asked.

"I'm fine," I muttered.

"He got hit in the head," Mary butted in.

Chasity walked out of the house, still topless. "Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform," the sergeant spluttered. The other two cops eyed her appreciatively, smiling and elbowing each other.

Chasity blushed. "Mark's orders, Sgt. Kelly."

"It's okay for Chasity, or any woman who's beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude," Mark told the cops.

"Absolutely," one of the cops, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said while he leered at Chasity.

"The prisoner is still being disciplined," Chasity said. "Is there anything else, Sir?"

"So, Mark, why don't you introduce me," Mary said, eying Chasity.

"Right," I answered. "Mary, this is Chasity, she's going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns."

Mary reached out and fingered Chasity's nipple. "So, you're my slut now?"