With Religious Fervor

As one they leaned closer, and he could feel the weight of their naked breasts on him as they called to him, barely whispering.

"Let your mind go back to that day."

"In the alley."

"It's okay."

"You want to help me."

"Helping me brings you pleasure."

His stomach tightened up and his shoulders were lifted off the platform, "Yyyess."

"See yourself in the alley."

"Remember."

"Go back in your mind."

"Feel it."

On either side of him, they moved down and closer so that their mouths nearly touched his ears. They whispered, and he could feel their breath, which was delicious.

"You want to remember."

"It feels good to remember."

"Wonderful."

"Help me."

"So good to help."

As they continued to whisper seductively to him, the nun in the center moved onto the table with him, and straddled his body. She leaned forward slowly, her breasts nearly pendulous as her nipples touched his bare chest. He saw a thin beam of light touch between her legs and he saw a tiny tuft of hair there. She was fully nude, and he could swear that he smelled her exotic musk. She leaned more, until her face was almost touching his.

"Talk to me," she huskily breathed.

"Feels so good," the left nun smiled.

"Let your mind go back," the right nun cooed.

"I want you to think about the alley," said the nun who was straddling him. She reached down and took gentle hold of his throbbing cock. She moved her body so that she could place the head of his cock against her wet labia. "Think about that night in the alley. It's okay to tell me. It's okay to help me."

"You want to help."

"Feel me."

"So wet.

"Think back to the alley."

The nun lowered herself just an inch or so onto his cock, and gasped with the feeling, as he let out a long moan.

"You had just finished playing your last set," she breathed, "You were about to go home."

"Y-yesss," he breathed, as he felt the nun begin to slowly move up and down on his cock, just slightly, teasing him.

"You were walking..."

"Feels so good."

"My wet pussy."

"You want to tell me everything."

"Talk to me."

"Want to talk."

"Want to fuck."

"You had picked up your guitar case, and were about to leave."

"Feel it."

"Pleasure," the left nun hissed, and his hips thrust upward, but the nun on top of him moved so that he couldn't go any deeper into her.

"You were about to walk out of the alley," she whispered into his mouth.

"Want it so bad, baby..."

"Want to go deep into my pussy.."

"Need it!"

"Please fuck me."

"Please..."

"And then..."

"Please..."

"Please..."

He suddenly heard the sound of the alley door burst open, just as the nuns on either side of him yelled "PLEASURE!" At the same time, she plunged herself down onto his cock, burying it deep within her.

As the nuns shouted "PLEASURE" in his ears, she pounded her pussy on top of him, shoving his cock into her, as he spilled every detail of that night.

"GIVE IT TO ME!" she shouted as he described the men who burst into the alley and knocked him down in perfect detail.

As he came, she did as well, knowing that she had done her job, and took pleasure in it. Once his body relaxed, she lay on top of him, kissing him, as the nuns at his ears whispered, "You did so well."

"I'm so happy."

"Sleep now."

"Very happy."

"Sleep now."

"So proud of you."

"So good."

"Sleep now."

She kissed him, and whispered, "Sleep."

The others whispered, "Sleep."

"Sleep."

"Sleep..."

After a few moments, Sister Dawn stood, and walked from the Theatre into a private bathroom next to the Control Room. She cleaned herself, dressed again, and then stepped through a rear door into a private hallway. She went through a private door into one of the Conference Rooms, and saw two of her assistants, who of course looked enough like her that they could easily make a drugged subject believe there were three of her. It was a remarkably effective technique that assaulted the subject's sense of reality and made him or her more malleable.

"Well, done, Sisters," Dawn smiled.

"Thank you, Your Grace," they said together.

"The others are compiling the information and removing any background noise. I'll analyze it tomorrow, but in the meantime, you are both released for the evening. Again, you did very well."

"Thank you, Your Grace," they said, smiling, then left the room together.

Sister Dawn resigned herself that she would need to visit the Confessional later. Though His Holiness approved of her results, he would be less-than-accepting of her committing fornication, even if it were to gain valuable information for the Church.

She was proud of the results she got, but she had to admit that the interrogation she'd just done, while pleasurable, was not her favorite 'cup of tea'. Irwin James really didn't have any conscious knowledge of his assailants. She preferred when the subject was guilty, and was knowingly concealing information. It was in those situations that she was at her best, and when she really got off.