Angelica was a young woman with a particularly large appetite for carnal activities. Fearing she needed some taming, her parents sent her to the Convent of the Most Righteous Daughters of God, figuring that a nun’s habit and a vow of chastity would break her of her sexual endevours. This caused a few problems. One, Angelica was a notorious liar and took her vows with a grain of salt.
The other problem was the now Sister Angel found she still looked quite delectable with her body tightly wrapped in her black habit.
The third problem was there were enough men that had fantasized about fucking a nun, there was a never-ending line to be with Sister Angel. One can hardly fault the men for accepting a blowjob from a woman of the cloth. If they confessed their indiscretion and said the prayers given them for penance, what was the harm of getting head from a nun?
But Sister Angel’s sexual endeavors knew no bounds. She even engaged in sexual activities with the friars and monks from the neighboring Cruxton Abbey.
Of course, the friars and monks, having broken their vows of chastity, had to confess their wayward activities to the archbishop. Archbishop Wragg, having heard enough confessions of the men of Cruxton, was appalled to hear a nun was having sex with men of his abbey.
That night, afterhaving sex with hearing Mother Superior’s confession, he confronted her about the obscene activities of Sister Angel. Mother Superior needed a drink (and a Madame Wu) to get over the shocking news.
“This cannot be” she exclaimed. “Something must be done to break her of these activities!”
“Fear not” the archbishop consoled her. “Have her prepared to be arrested tomorrow evening. I’ll sent the sheriff of Rottingham to the convent to bring her into custody and punished for her sins. And don’t let her wear her habit! It could cause bad press.”
Mother Superior took the archbishop’s advice and had the elder nuns take Sister Angel’s habit and dressed her appropriately to be taken into custody. Kneeling before the elder nuns with her hands tied behind her back, Sister Angel endured the nuns’ mocking of her wayward activities.
She assumed (quite correctly) they were jealous of the good times she had.
But in Cruxton the trial of a cock-sucking, fornicating nun was swift and the punishment severe. That Saturday, Sister Angel would be hanged to death for her sins. What, you thought they would sully the lord’s day?
That Saturday, Sister Angel was brought to the gallows to be hanged. The executioner groped her bare body and softly said “I’ll miss sleeping with you!”
He gently stroked her belly one last time before hoisting her onto the stool where she would stand one last time before she was hanged.
The mayor of Cruxton read a list of her transgressions, failing to mention the names of the men she had slept with. In anger, Sister Angel yelled “Enough of the show! Hang me if that is what you are going to do!”
But Sister Angel’s date with destiny had to wait another moment or two. Archbishop Wragg stepped up to the noosed woman and prayed she would suffer a slow strangulation as she hanged by her neck and that her soul should rot for eternity in hell.
Women, take note. If you are going to screw around, it does your soul no good to refuse bedding the bishop.
With a swift jerk the hangman pulled the stool from beneath Sister Angel’s feet.
Sister Angel put up a frantic fight as she tried to escape the rope she hanged from. Still, even a lifeless rope can be tireless. Sister Angel took nearly a quarter hour to succumb to the closing noose.
She was left hanged by her neck until that evening before her naked body was removed from the gallows.
The other problem was the now Sister Angel found she still looked quite delectable with her body tightly wrapped in her black habit.
The third problem was there were enough men that had fantasized about fucking a nun, there was a never-ending line to be with Sister Angel. One can hardly fault the men for accepting a blowjob from a woman of the cloth. If they confessed their indiscretion and said the prayers given them for penance, what was the harm of getting head from a nun?
But Sister Angel’s sexual endeavors knew no bounds. She even engaged in sexual activities with the friars and monks from the neighboring Cruxton Abbey.
Of course, the friars and monks, having broken their vows of chastity, had to confess their wayward activities to the archbishop. Archbishop Wragg, having heard enough confessions of the men of Cruxton, was appalled to hear a nun was having sex with men of his abbey.
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“This cannot be” she exclaimed. “Something must be done to break her of these activities!”
“Fear not” the archbishop consoled her. “Have her prepared to be arrested tomorrow evening. I’ll sent the sheriff of Rottingham to the convent to bring her into custody and punished for her sins. And don’t let her wear her habit! It could cause bad press.”
Mother Superior took the archbishop’s advice and had the elder nuns take Sister Angel’s habit and dressed her appropriately to be taken into custody. Kneeling before the elder nuns with her hands tied behind her back, Sister Angel endured the nuns’ mocking of her wayward activities.
She assumed (quite correctly) they were jealous of the good times she had.
But in Cruxton the trial of a cock-sucking, fornicating nun was swift and the punishment severe. That Saturday, Sister Angel would be hanged to death for her sins. What, you thought they would sully the lord’s day?
That Saturday, Sister Angel was brought to the gallows to be hanged. The executioner groped her bare body and softly said “I’ll miss sleeping with you!”
He gently stroked her belly one last time before hoisting her onto the stool where she would stand one last time before she was hanged.
The mayor of Cruxton read a list of her transgressions, failing to mention the names of the men she had slept with. In anger, Sister Angel yelled “Enough of the show! Hang me if that is what you are going to do!”
But Sister Angel’s date with destiny had to wait another moment or two. Archbishop Wragg stepped up to the noosed woman and prayed she would suffer a slow strangulation as she hanged by her neck and that her soul should rot for eternity in hell.
Women, take note. If you are going to screw around, it does your soul no good to refuse bedding the bishop.
With a swift jerk the hangman pulled the stool from beneath Sister Angel’s feet.
Sister Angel put up a frantic fight as she tried to escape the rope she hanged from. Still, even a lifeless rope can be tireless. Sister Angel took nearly a quarter hour to succumb to the closing noose.
She was left hanged by her neck until that evening before her naked body was removed from the gallows.