Indubitably

"More like s-s- SLUTTY!" You cry, backhanding Sister Mary's rump ruthlessly. Erin's dossier had indicated as much. And now you also produce the final element of this scintillating sin-sex, looking to not only hit your own climax, but **** the young Irish nun in the process. You reach into your bag to grab the last item (that isn't a Glock 22...). It's a rounded, wooden crucifix: more a simply curved T-shape made out of shining maple than a true cross. The wood dances in the light. The base of the cross is only 5 inches long and maybe as thick as an Expo marker.

"Do you like getting fucked in the ass?" You growl, fingering the blunt object out of the assaulted blonde's line of vision, slapping your hips into her quivering guts.

There comes an embarrassed "hngh, ngh, no...." but a sharp backhand on the nun's fanny produces the verbal assent you want. "Ahh! Ah... y- yes! Yes! I- I-... I have a naughty little asshole.... A greedy little asshole."

"Here," you tap Sister Mary on her tear-stained face with the wooden cross. Her eyes takes it in with confusion. "You like your slutty ass getting fucked, and you like Jesus. So this should be great for you. Get it nice and lubed up with your spit: it’s going in your filthy little backdoor hole."

"Oh- Oh my God~" Was that excitement? Or dread? "I, I, I can’t possibly…" The young nun protests, but you stab your hips forward fiercely. Beyond long dicking the frigid bitch's sex, you fuck Mary hard for over a minute of continual hip pummeling. She's creaming all over your cock again and sputtering: "Y-yes. OK. Whatever you want. Fuck my ass, please!"

Sister Mary takes the cross in her trembling hands and brings it to her mouth, her tongue working its way over the wooden tip tentatively at first, but then lips and licks becoming more and more fiendish. You continue fucking her raw pussy, even more turned on at the degrading and unholy sight.

"You better get that shined up, that’s the only lube you’re getting, whore."

Soon Sister Mary is positively making out with the cross, dragging her tongue up and down, working her jaw to produce more saliva and letting it drool out of her mouth. With her sweet Irish features and her blonde hair falling loose all over the place now, it makes quite a sight. You're fit to nut, but holding back to get the money shot.

Finally, after almost 3 minutes of making out with the daemonic sex toy, Sister Mary looks back at you as though to say she believes the cross is lubricated enough to go into her butt hole. But you refrain from giving her that satisfaction she so devilishly desires, at least, not just yet.

"Spit on it," you bark. Sister Mary freezes, balking. You clap her on the ass again, swatting her rosebud entrance to the butt hole this time. "Spit on it, you slut. Spit on your god."

Sister Mary’s brown eyes squeeze shut, but her lips pucker and she fires a wad of phlegm onto the wood cross. You grab the top above the T-shape and square up the knob of the base of the crucifix with her butt hole.

"Please! Please be gentle!"