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"Get off her Hensley," he ordered. "You can untie her now, take her to the window and display her new jewelry to our audience." Sobbing, Mary felt the ropes fall free. Hensley had to help her stand she was shaking so bad. He took her to the window and raised her habit high, exposing her new ring dangling from her aching clit. Mary watched as the last of the men came on the window and Hensley pressed her breasts against the cold glass. He pulled her back as they began to disperse. Her vagina was dripping from her Uncle's sperm and she longed to wash herself. She whispered, "Uncle, may I wash up please?" Benton had put himself back together and looked as if nothing had happened at all. "No Mary. I want my cum inside you all the way back to the convent, dripping from you making you slippery and wet. When you go back to Father Kirk, I want him to know I fucked you. Now come here and kiss me on the cheek and tell me what a good time you had Mary." Benton looked at his defeated niece and waited. Mary trembled and walked over to him. Lifting up on her toes, she kissed his cheek. "Thank you Uncle, I had a wonderful time." She felt the nausea rise as she said the words. "Very good, Mary," her Uncle approvingly. "Now go tell Hensley how much you enjoyed his help and fucking." Mary walked to Hensley and said obediently, "Thank you Hensley for helping and...and fucking me." She nearly choked on the words but she got them out. "Now kiss him on the lips and lick him," she heard Benton say. Standing on tiptoe, she lifted her face to Hensley and kissed him on the lips, licking them lightly. Humiliated, she stood back from them both, blushing. Benton suddenly laughed loudly. "Wonderful Mary, wonderful. You have truly been a delight to abuse and rape. I hope I get the chance again sometime. I suppose if I want to by the church a new gymnasium, or maybe a stable? No? Well anyway," Benton said and walked to his desk, "I'm giving you a tip!" With a flourish her wrote a check to Father Kirk and put it in a small tubular container. Leering at Mary, he approached her and gathered up her tunic. "Spread you pretty legs Mary, I'm putting this up your twat for Father Kirk to find. He should be pleased. Now he will know that I was pleased!" Benton laughed again, pushing the container high up into her sperm slick vagina. "Now, don't let it slip out!" Mary closed her eyes at this last humiliation from her Uncle. Finally she was led from the room and down the stairs. Her head down, she dared not look up at anyone. She was sure that everyone there knew what had happened to her or had been one of the men watching outside the window. Slow tears slid down her cheeks. Finally outside, she saw with surprise Father Jameson and Father Flanigan standing outside waiting for her. Sobbing, she ran to them and immediately felt their strong arms engulf her. Father Flanigan glared at Mr. Benton. "What have you done to this child?" He asked thunderously. "Nothing that you don't dream of doing. I'm well done with her, take her home." Mr. Benton turned on his heals and headed back up into the lobby laughing. Hensley looked at the two Father's and ducking his head, he hurried after his employer. "My child, my child, come to the car we will take you home, back to the convent. Poor child." Father Flanigan helped Mary to the car and got her into the back seat, he climbed in with her to hold her. Father Jameson got in the front and started the car. Mary heard the men from a distance, but the pain of the morning was too much for her. She began to feel dizzy. "Father, forgive me but I'm going to faint..." her voice trailed off as she passed out, her last thought was of the convent, and finally being safe within its walls again. I've only raped one person in my life. It was really an accident, but that's how I got the idea to rape my mother. Let's be clear: My sister is a bitch. A cruel, condescending Mega bitch.

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