Sister Mary Mary, from nun to sinner

"Fuck you."

The nun, Sister Mary Mary - yes that was her name - took another swig of whiskey and glowered at the man who did this to her. For ten years, she was completely clean. No ****, no sex, not even rock n roll. Now she stood before him topless, chewing on the end of a cigarette as she breathed deep. Its foul corruption of her lungs made her tiny nipples hard, and her tight quim wet in its lingerie panties.

"You're an asshole," she spouted and sneered. "A fucking asshole. That's what you are."

"Calm down Sister, you might have another orgasm if you keep it up."

He was right, but she couldn't control it. Any of it. In the middle of the night, he'd injected her with some kind of **** that molded the mind. His proposition: if free will was absolute, her conviction strong enough, her faith in God well-founded, she could resist his commands. Eight hours later, the godless slut before him had little else to do but obey and reflect on how her Lord abandoned her when she needed Him most.

Holding her cigarette between her ruby red fuck-me lips, Sister Mary Mary took a puff and squeezed her little tit while staring at her lipstick smeared on the man's cock. His taste stuck around in spite of all the booze and smoke running through her mouth. She hardly coughed or gagged anymore, though she wasn't sure if it was because he told her to, or because her body grew accustomed to her new sins.

"You got what you wanted, all right? I'm a dumb bitch for believing. Are you gonna make me whore myself for nickels, or will you leave me in peace?"

"Say, that's an idea! Your donations could use a pick-me-up for the Sinning is Winning fund. But right now, I can't in good faith leave you alone until I know you've learned your lesson. And I have the perfect teacher."

Sister Mary Mary dropped her bottle with a crash, and her cigarette slipped out as she gasped, when she saw Mother Superior enter the room... wearing a strap-on.