Orpheus's Fallen Angel Ch. 09

"Us? Together?" SpiderBat disbelievingly asks.

"Hey, you need me just as much as I need you." Moth firmly states.

"I need you?" SpiderBat pauses to consider. "Fine." He agrees. "Any idea how to get out of this predicament?"

Moth opens his mouth but no words come out. "No, I got nothing. You?"

"Right now, we run like hell." SpiderBat orders.

"See, we're working together already." Moth declares.

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"Did you enjoy yourself?" Mitsou asks as she leaves her room, doing only three buttons on her blouse.

"Not as much as I enjoyed you." Chuckles a middle-aged man with a round head puts his glasses on as he follows his fantasy Asian schoolgirl temptress made real to the hallway.

"Oh, Dougie." Mitsou grins, wrapping her arm around the portly waist of her donator before proceeding down the hall to the nave of St. Vincent's Cathedral.

"So, what was that fight that happened earlier all about?" asks Dougie.

"Oh, with Cupcake? She's always bringing her baggage here." Mitsou explains. "That punk that was making trouble was probably some guy she met at a club."

"She's the one with the pink hair, right?"

"Yeah, but I wouldn't waste my money on Cupcake if I were you. She's not as dedicated as the rest of the girls here."

"You've said the same thing about any girl I bring up."

"Have I? I just don't want you to leave disappointed. Your satisfaction here is important to me."

"You mean my money is important to you."

"Your money's important to Father Milton, you are important to me."

"Important enough for, maybe, a threeway?"

"Oh, I'd like that. It'll cost extra but I promise it will be worth your while."

"Which girl do you think we should get?"

"Leave that to me. I know what you like."

"You think Sister Felicity would be interested?"

"Oh, you are bad."

Mitsou and Dougie separate from each other as they enter the nave.

"See you next week." Dougie walks the side aisle.

"I'll be counting the days." Mitsou blows a kiss.

As she walks to the first pews to rejoin her Willowbrook schoolmates, Mitsou notices them standing in a line. Getting closer, she spots Father Milton and Sister Felicity talking with Lady J. At the end of the lineup of Mitsou's follow volunteers, a skinny black girl with long wavy black hair discreetly waves to Mitsou, gesturing her to get in line next to her. Mitsou hurries to her spot as quiet as she can.

"What's going on, Winter?" Mitsou whispers.

"Remember that guy Father Milton locked up in the cellar?" Winter leans over to ask.

"Yeah, Orpheus." Mitsou replies.

"Somehow, he escaped and Lady J is none too pleased about it." Winter states. "After that, she told the donators to leave and had us lined up. You remember the last time she did that?"

"Right, Kelly." Mitsou says with dread.

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"I am very disappointed." Lady J exclaims to the priest and the nun. "I came here expecting to find a certain troublemaker locked up only to find that he's escaped. Care to explain?"

"We were just as surprised as you when..." The striking backhand of Lady J violently halts Father Milton's response. Mitsou, Winter and the other Willowbrook girls are shocked into silence.

"I want an explanation, not excuses." Lady J demands. "How did Orpheus Jones escape?"

"We...don't know." Father Milton is unable to give a more detailed explanation.

"Well, given the fact that the door to the room you locked him in can only be opened from the outside, someone here must have let him out." Lady J turns and marches to the schoolgirls. "Do any of you know who?"

Nearly simultaneously, the Willowbrook girls shudder with fear from Lady J's inquisition.

"Be warned, girls, it should go without saying that whoever sent Mr. Jones free will be sent to the Doll Factory." Lady J advises, standing in front of the girls. "And if any of you are covering up for the guilty party, then you will be sent away along with her."

Mitsou knows she had nothing to do with Orpheus's breakout but worries if Sister Felicity brings up her encounter with him, and her complete lack of discretion, she could end up the priest's and nun's scapegoat to Lady J and on her way to the Doll Factory.

Unless Mitsou finds a scapegoat of her own.

"Ah, excuse me, if I may?" Mitsou slowly raising her hand before looking to Sister Felicity. "Sister, shouldn't Cupcake be here with the rest of us?"

Lady J does a quick look over of the girls. "There's supposed to be ten girls working here, I only count nine."

"I sent Cupcake to her room after the incident to collect herself." Father Milton explains. "I'll go get her now."

"Oh, she's not in her room, Father." Winter informs. "I went to see how she was doing before coming here, but she wasn't there."

"Then where the hell is she?" Lady J questions.

"I...sent her home." Sister Felicity takes a step to Lady J. "She was very shaken up after what happened, so I sent her back to Willowbrook. She's probably on the el train to the Westward Island Ferry by now."

"That wasn't your decision to make." Father Milton sternly states.

"Is it possible that Cupcake freed Jones for coming to her rescue?" Lady J asks.

"No, I was with her the whole time soon after the incident until I escorted her out." Sister Felicity states.

"Have any of you seen the Sister with Cupcake on the way out?" Lady J questions the girls.

"Oh, we didn't use the front doors." Sister Felicity furthers. "Cupcake didn't want to face the other girls, so I took her out back through the atrium."

"Can anyone confirm this?" Lady J asks the girls. "Did anyone see Cupcake leave the church?"

"Well, I didn't see Cupcake," Winter adds. "but when I went to get some clean bed sheets, I saw Sister Felicity leaving the cellar."

"What were you doing in the cellar, Sister?" Father Milton steps behind the nun, preventing her from backing away.

"What do you think she did?" An angry Lady J strides to Felicity close enough to grab her neck. "You let Jones out, didn't you?"

"Yes." Sister Felicity answers. "I convinced him that finding Angel will only get him killed then I let him out. He's probably leaving town right now."

"Do you know what kind of trouble you brought down on us?" Lady J furiously asks.

"Yes, I'm aware." Sister Felicity answers. "Which is nothing compared to what will happen if she..."

Lady J throws Sister Felicity down to the carpeted floor, causing her to fall on her knees and elbows. Father Milton takes a few steps back from the downed nun.

"I don't why the hell Father Milton included you in our plan but I'm going to fix that mistake." Lady J exclaims, taking out her switchblade.

Some of the Willowbrook girls gasp as the blade ejects and Lady J grabs the back of the nun's habit. The blade swiftly cuts through the black fabric all the way down passed the hips.

"No! Stop!" Sister Felicity yells.

Sister Felicity's protests and resistance fall short as Lady J continues to cut or tear off the nun's clothing. Mitsou claps her mouth as she witnesses Sister Felicity in peril.

Better you than me, Sister.

Lady J stands up as she puts away her blade with Sister Felicity sobbing on the floor, covering her face to hide her shame. The nun is grabbed by the arm and roughly pulled up to stand by Lady J, forcefully displaying to the lined up girls Sister Felicity's unclothed, ivory-skinned body wearing only her wimple. In a feeble attempt of modesty, Sister Felicity quickly places her forearm over her small breast and her hand over her delta of dark chestnut brown pubic hair.

"Is this my punishment?" Sister Felicity looks to Lady J. "You stripping me naked in the house of God to humiliate me?"

"I'm just getting started." Lady J walks to her duffel bag. "Did you know in the 13^th century, there was a group of Catholic monks who would engage in self-flagellation if they didn't live up to their sacred duties?"

"A practice that was abolished centuries ago." Sister Felicity states.

Lady J smiles as she draws out a cat o' nine tails whip. Walking to the nude nun, Lady J grabs the hand covering Sister Felicity's breasts and forces it to hold the whip.

"I think a comeback is long overdue." Lady J steps back.

Sister Felicity looks at the long tails of the whip, then at Lady J as she lets the handle slowly slip from her hand and fall to the floor.

"If you want me to be punished, you're going to have to do it yourself." Sister Felicity defiantly states.

"Well, look who's willing to be a martyr?" Lady J walks behind Sister Felicity to speak in her ear. "I'll bet Cupcake would be so grateful to you if she knew about you taking the wrap for setting Jones free."

"Cupcake had nothing to do with that." Sister Felicity defends.

"It's so sweet how you try to protect these little whores like they're your children." Lady J says. "I'll give you this, Sister, your compassion makes you good nun. However, it doesn't make you a good liar." Lady J strides around the naked nun and to the girls. "But you're right, Sister. If I want something, I should do it myself." Lady J stops in front of a short red-headed girl. "You, girl. What's your name?"

"Ch...Cherry, ma'am." The red-headed girl nervously answers.

"Such a pretty name." Lady J smiles.

"Thank you." Cherry replies.

"Now, turn around and lift up your skirt." Lady J orders in a friendly tone.

"Yes, ma'am." Cherry reluctantly complies.

A fearful Cherry slowly turns her back to Lady J. Her shaking hands holds the hem of her skirt and pulls it up, revealing the purple and white striped panties covering her bubble butt.

"A pretty ass with a pretty name." Lady J states. "What? No thank you?"

"Th...thank you, ma'am." Cherry says.

Cherry quivers as she feels Lady J's fingertips glide across her ass, ending with a light scratching from her nails. The hand then slides under the waistband and takes a firm hold of her ass-cheek. Cherry gives a brief moan when she feels the nail digging into her flesh.

"I'll bet you don't have much of a threshold for pain, do you, Cherry?" Lady J inquires.

"No, ma'am" Cherry answers.

"You don't even like to be spanked?"

"No, ma'am."

"When I was about your age, I had a stepfather who spanked me all the time. Whenever I misbehaved, which was a lot, he would force me over his lap, pull off my dress and my panties and spank me bare bum. Really hard."

Lady J gently withdraws her hand from Cherry's panties and begins lightly combing her fingers through Cherry's hair.

"Then, one day, he caught me lifting some money from his wallet and just lost it. He spanked me harder than before. But halfway through, I suddenly had an incredible orgasm. My first orgasm. Since then, I've learned how to derive pleasure from pain, something I like teaching to other people."

The fingers stroking Cherry's hair curls up into a fist, pulling on the hair. Cherry screams as her head is pulled back. The girls on either side of Cherry quickly back away from her and Lady J, breaking the line but staying close.

"I don't know how many lashes I have to inflict on your pretty little ass before you start to like it, but I'm willing to find out." Lady J asserts "All night if I have to."

"STOP!" Sister Felicity yells.

Lady J looks to Sister Felicity, standing with her hands to her sides, holding the cat o' nine tails. Lady J releases her hold on Cherry.

"What do you plan to with that?" Lady J asks.

Sister Felicity braces herself as she holds out the whip and flings it to her left, the tails wraps around her shoulder and loudly strikes her back, causing her to winch from the pain.

"Harder." Lady J demands.

The naked nun flings the whip to her right, striking her back slightly harder.

"I said HARDER!!!" Lady J yells. "Unless you stop holding back and flog yourself to my satisfaction, I will take that whip and use it on every one of these whores before sending them to the Doll Factory, starting with Cherry."

Sister Felicity shuts her eyes to prevent her tears from showing. She flings the whip to her left again as hard as she can. She loudly cries from the searing pain of the lashes marks on her back. Tears fall from her eyes.

"Better." Lady J grins. "Continue."

* * * * * *

The mild lighting of the candles along with the Japanese bamboo pipe music in the background gives much needed relaxation to Sensei Xhan, lying naked on his front on the large massage table. Hot massage oil is poured on his back by a beautiful Japanese woman, wearing only hair sticks to keep her long black hair tied in a bun and a lotus flower tattoo on the small of her back.

Xhan is already in serene as he feels her hands sensually slather the oil over his entire back, moving to his lower back. A second pair of hands caresses the upper back, sliding to the shoulder and neck. The second Japanese woman is equally beautiful as the one kneeling over Xhan's backside, with her long black hair flowing down her back, barely covering the lily flower tattoo on the small of her back.

Xhan's serenity slowly ascends from the skilled hands massaging his muscles as well as applies delicate pressure to certain spots that miraculously cause a change in blood flow which revives Xhan's elderly body. Something no ordinary masseuse can do. As the girl with the lily tattoo trails her fingernails up Xhan's shoulders to meet at the neck, the girl with the lotus tattoo slides her oil-covered hand between Xhan's thighs. The sensei gladly raises his hips enough for her to give his scrotum a gentle squeeze. The dainty fingers wraps around Xhan's cock, already lengthening from the redirected blood flow, and gently strokes it as the other hand massages his perineum.

Xhan opens his eyes to marvel at the lovey legs of the girl pressing her shifting thumbs on the back of his neck. As if the woman who the legs belong to knows, she slowly squats down, keeping her knees far apart, giving him the perfect view of her hairless cunt as she rubs his shoulder tendons.

"Over, please." The masseuse with the hair sticks says.

As Xhan turns over on his back, his manhood proudly erected with the same vigor and girth he had in his much younger years. Oil is poured on his chest by the girl near his head as the girl by his legs spreads the oil while gently caressing his tower of power. Xhan looks up at the smiling faces above him. It pleases him to pretend to notice their identical faces for the first time and discover the two naked raven-haired temptresses are twin sisters.

The lily-tattooed masseuse mounts the massage table and crawls over the sensei to her lotus-tattooed sister, giving him another showing of her pussy as she kneels with her knees on the either side of Xhan's head. Xhan feels another hand on his cock, caressing the base. With the sisters each having a hand on the love shaft, stroking in sync, one hand is massaging the scrotum while another hand is massaging the pubic bone. They patiently wait for the chance to use their mastery of the human body's secret sex spots in a final act.

Soon, Xhan's eventual quivering is the signal the twins were waiting for, prompting both to simultaneously and swiftly stab at the sides of the pubic bone with two fingers. Instead of pain, Xhan is thrown into absolute ecstasy, triggering his ejaculation. The sensei's pearl-white comes boiling up through his throbbing shaft, spraying his manseed onto the gloriously round flesh-globes of the sisters, squeezing every drop.

As Xhan recovers, the twins releases his softening cock and dismounts the table on either side. Xhan looks at the two naked masseuses smiling at him. He lifts his hands to them, both graciously take.

"My Lotus." Xhan says to the sister on his right. "My Lily." He says to the sister on the left. "You both make this old man feel young again."

"Thank you, Sensei." The twins reply.

The twins help the elderly sensei off the massage table to the shower stall at the far end of the room. Wide enough for all three, the twins thoroughly wash their sensei from top to bottom, afterwards the sisters take turns washing the semen off their tits, moving on to the rest of their bodies, under Xhan's inspection.

After the sisters dry off Xhan, one sister slips him in a terry cloth robe while the other sister fits him in slippers. The sisters hurryingly dry themselves before attending to their attire, which is consists of slippers and a red satin thong for each of them. One of the twins ties her hair in a bun with hair sticks to match her sister's, who retrieves Xhan's walking cane for him.

Xhan slides open the room divider and leaves the massage room with his topless twin companions behind him, walking down the shoji paneled hall of the Rising Tiger Relaxation Spa, a massage parlor Xhan owns.

From the opposite direction, one of the spa masseuses, a young Asian girl accompanied by an older Asian male walks in from around a corner. Like the twins, the masseuse wears only the same red satin thong, a standard 'outfit' for the female employees of Xhan's spa, while the male customer wears regular clothes. The masseuse and the customer move to the side of the hall and bow their heads in respect to Xhan as he casually saunters pass them.

Xhan and the sisters part way as the sensei enters another room while the twins continue down the hall. The room is wide and with a rectangular low table. Four Asian males in terry cloth robes, two elderly, the other two middle-aged, are sitting at the table, each accompanied by a lovely thong-wearing masseuse.

"Good evening, gentlemen." Xhan greets, kneeling at the head of the table. "I trust you all have enjoyed yourselves with my girls."

Xhan's guests, businessmen/leaders of the Little Tokyo community, jubilantly convey a positive reply to their host.

"I tell you, if my wife ever found out we've been having our meetings here, she would cut out my sex organs and force me to watch her put them through a meat grinder." One elderly man jovially says.

"Really? My mother-in-law does that to me every day." Jokes the middle-age man.

"I don't have to worry about that with my wife." Another middle-age man states. "If she questions me about my meetings here, I'll question her on why she came back from one of her 'book club meetings' without her panties."

The attention immediately shifts to the twins as they walk in. One sister carries a small tray of tea cup while the other sister carries a ceramic teapot.

"And the parade of beautiful women still goes on." Another elderly man says.

The twins smile as they begin serving tea to Xhan and his guests. Halfway through, the attention of the room is lured by the abrupt cacophony of loud obnoxious laughter and wildly immature banter spoken in Japanese by an Asian man in his late twenties, making a less-then dignifying arrival to the meeting with two of the Rising Tiger's half-naked masseuses on each muscular arm.

As well as discourteous, the late-comer was also shirtless, revealing his tattoo of a dragons made of dark metal with its wings spread over the impressively firm muscles of his chest and a tail going down to his six-pack abs, the emblem of the Iron Dragons. His black leather trousers hung low from his waist, which is too low for the company of men with him.

As for the Asian beauties serving as his arm candy, the masseuse on his right arm is a tall Japanese woman with dark brown shoulder-length hair, openly wearing a terry cloth robe with her satin thong. The masseuse on his left arm stands out from the rest of her co-workers, being shorter than most of the girls, with her long hair dyed blond, wearing her satin thong, hoop earrings and a black t-shirt that tightly covers her tits with her poking nipples to be seen from across the room.

"So nice of you to join us, Mr. Sato." Xhan scowls at the bare-chested man, before looking at the masseuse wearing what is obviously Sato's shirt. "Why are you wearing that?"