Desecration Stories

“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.” “That’s a bit mean.” “Is it? Oh. I can be a bit mean sometimes.” “You’re late, girls,” the nun said as they approached. “What took you so long?” Oh, great, Emma thought....

“Bastard!” Sister Geraldine exclaimed, as she let the lifeless corpse drop to her feet. “What’d he do?” asked Sister Melanie, yanking her own knife from her victim and wiping the blade on her habit. “Prick spurted all over my wimple!” came the reply. “Totally ruined it for the ritual.” “Oh, yeah,” Melanie answered sarcastically, sliding her blade back into its sheath strapped to her calf above her stiletto heels, giving a...