By
Lisabet Sarai
“Better
shovel faster, Sister. Lucifer’s stallions will return any minute.”
Sister
Mary Alexander surveyed the manure still clogging the stables.
Minions had removed twenty wheelbarrows, without making a dent in the
horseshit surrounding her.
A
lock of hair escaped from her wimple. She couldn’t do anything.
They allowed her neither gloves nor boots. Filth smeared her hands.
Stinking brown excrement stained her white habit. Muck saturated her
hem. The horrid stuff leaked into her sensible shoes.
“Cleanliness
is next to godliness,” she’d scold, examining students’ grimy
fingernails before applying her ruler to their palms with righteous
glee. How many mouths had she washed out with soap?
Her
back ached, though they’d returned the lithe body of her youth. She
paused to rest. So futile!
“You
know how to make it stop.” Aside from the horns and tail, the demon
reminded her of that cheeky senior Mick O’Riley. Always undressing
her with his pale eyes.
“I
won’t break my vows.”
“You’re
in hell already, sweetcakes.” He cocked a pointed ear. “Hoof
beats!”
“Oh,
no!” Tears gathered. “Again!”
“On
your hands and knees, Sister.” Flipping her habit, he spread
her butt cheeks.
“Not—there!
Please...”
“Has
to be really dirty for you, baby!”
Whoa! A whole new meaning to 'Funky Sister' :>) Shades of Ekaterina the Great.
ReplyDeleteInspired by the discussion last week about a special dimension for evil nuns...!
DeleteWow, that goes a lot of dark places in a brief space. Well done, in the sense that it's very successful in being deeply uncomfortable. I definitely see the connection to some of last week's conversations!
ReplyDeleteHmm. I was trying more for humor than discomfort!
DeleteAlthough the Sister's predicament is definitely uncomfortable.
DeleteDefinitely dirty on several levels!
ReplyDeleteAt least nine levels... (of hell)
DeleteIt could be even worse. Horse manure is nowhere near as putrid as human excrement. Maybe because they're vegetarians, but no, I don't have any desire to experiment with vegetarian humans.
ReplyDeleteThat had occurred to me, but I felt that horse manure was dirty enough for my purposes.
DeleteOriginally I thought about doing a flasher based on the time when my husband and I rebuilt the deck that hung over the river in the back of our house. The old stoop there was so rotten it just fell apart in your hands. The wood was teeming with worms and bugs... ugh! We got incredibly filthy. I couldn't figure out an erotic twist to this, though!