I always wanted to crucify a nun

“You there, come with me!”

Greg, the torturer has tortured many people in his 44 years of life. Young or old. Male or female. Nobles or commoners. A number of Galmons. Once, he even had a Kalar. But a sister of the church, that was something special. Under any normal circumstances, the church was completely off limits. As such, this was truly a rare opportunity.

The torturer dragged the nun out of the cell. There was very little resistance from her.

“Don't worry. You will be next, hehehe”, he told the spunky girl that remained and moved his new toy down the hall to his playroom.

The nun already gasped merely by entering the room. And who could blame her? It was a wondrous sight.

Greg was truly grateful that his Lordship understood just how vital the right utensils are for his craft. He had a wooden horse, a stretch table, various assortments of whips and penetration devices, as well as potions that would ensure his victims body acted the way he wanted them to.

This all was pretty impressive in its own right but as Greg expected, the nuns eyes where drawn towards the naked busty blonde that sat on an impregnation chair gasping and moaning like the whore she was.

“Oh that one?”, Greg grinned in sadistic glee. “That's actually our captain of the guards, well used to be. He was send out to kill the witch with a score of soldiers. This...”, Greg took a handful of boob and fondled it. “...is how they returned. His Lordship didn't like that. Didn't like that at all. Gave the captain to me to punish him. Isn't that right, Amitos?”

Amitos only answer was yet another shriek of pleasure as the chair continued to viciously penetrate him. Funny thing, this “Chair” was actually a rare monster and wouldn't stop until it achieved it's mission of impregnation. Naturally, Monsters are unable to impregnate humans and as such the chair would simply continue like that. Greg wondered if it would keep fucking his corpse and chuckled.

“She was pretty defiant at first, but this is now her fifth day on the chair.” Or was it the sixth? Greg shrugged. “Probably not much sanity left in that one. Can't even keep any food down.”

“You are a monster”, the nun replied horrified. “The Church will never allow such barbarity to go on!”

“Who is gonna tell them? You?” Greg sneered. “Neither you or your friend will ever see daylight again. I am your God now.”

“Such wanton blasphemy. Do you not fear the Goddess punishment?”

“Why she's welcome to smite me dead! I doubt she will though. There is so much fucked up shit in the world, chances are the whore enjoys the show”, he chuckled.

“It seems this task will fall upon me then.” The nun took a deep breath and looked at him defiantly.

That got Greg howling with laughter. “You? What can a weak nun do to me? Heal me to death?”

The nun slapped him.

Greg spun around and crashed into the nearest table. Confused, he blinked upwards. What the hell just happened?

Cell looked down at him with all the ferocity of an angry doggy. “You do well do not underestimate me. A humble cleric of the Church I may be, but I am also an active member of an adventurers party. My current Level is 26.”

Greg's eyes bulged at that number. While he had Torture Skill Level 1 he was for all accounts still a normal human with a Level cap of 11. Furthermore a lack of exercise has caused his actual level to be even lower then that. “Y-you bitch!” Greg grunted and got back up. He grabbed his whip and whipped at Cell. “Don't fuck with me!”

He put his entire strength into the strike, the whip struck her face but the nun didn't even flinch. With a few determined steps she closed the distance and slapped him again. This time he hit his head on the table and lost consciousness.

Cell took another deep breath and quickly grabbed the torturers keys. She then looked at the women that was still endlessly impregnated. She couldn't leave her like this! Luckily impregnation chairs loose all sense of self preservation once they have a victim in their seat. It was fairly easy to grab the torturers whip and strangulate the monster's large, grotesque head.

With a rattling, gurgling sound, the Impregnation chair turned into something resembling a normal seating instrument(albeit with a very large appendix) and it's prisoners plopped to the ground with a loud moan.

“Are you alright?”, Cell asked while propping her up. Her breasts, glistening with sweat where still heaving heavenly..uh..heavily. She was very well endowed!

The former captain was panting, seemingly unresponsive and so Cell opted to cast Healing 2 and Status Restore to treat any physical and mental wounds.

Finally her breathing slowed. “S-sword...where is my sword?”

“Please don't exert yourself, take slow, deep breaths.” The woman was evidently dehydrated, unfortunately Cell did not have the time to scour the many strange liquids here to find one that was actually drinkable. No, there was only one course of action right now.

Cell helped the woman up and the two slowly left the torture chamber. Luckily, the castle's garrison seemed somewhat understaffed so there where no other guards in the dungeon and so Cell quickly moved to Kanami's cell and opened it.

“Cell! Are you alright? Did it hurt much? I hate being tortured!”

“Never mind that, Mistress Kanami. We have to flee.” Cell urged, trying the keys to find the one that would unlock her shackles.

Naturally, Kanami was more interested in the naked lady. What exactly was Cell up to in these past few minutes?

Before Cell could explain, a loud rumbling noise was heard upstairs, followed by many screams and shouts.

Neither Kanami nor Cell had any idea what was going on, but Amitos seemed to suspect something. Well that, or she was just bored of standing around. At any rate, she dashed the stairs up without another word.

“So...uh any explanation on the crazy, naked lady?”, asked Kanami again once Cell finally managed to free her from her bonds.

Of course Cell didn't have the answer for that or rather the time. “W-we should follow her..eh him..uh...Let's just go!”

The dungeon itself was of course locked, but Amitos didn't seem keen on waiting for the keys. As the two caught up with her she was just in the process of punching the heavy wooden door until it finally burst open.

The surface was pure pandemonium. The castle was under attack by a huge force of Monsters! Chiefly Banberas and Skeletons!

Even Kanami was able to put two and two together here. “Uh, Cell do you think this is...?”

That seemed indeed very likely! Amitos at least didn't question the situation. The genderbent warrior snatched up a sword from a dead guard and started hacking and slashing. She didn't really discriminate between monster and human either.

Kanami was pretty happy she never got attacked by a crazy naked lady with a sword. That was way too scary!

While Amitos was slaughtering away, she did seem to move in one particular direction. Since she was a pretty good distraction and also very good at killing things, Kanami and Cell decided that following her was the safest course of action.

Many corpses later, the three ended up in the throne room. It was largely empty, except for a very distressed Baron Fletcher who was pacing up and down. “Hiii! The witch! The witch is attacking! Help me! Protect me, you fools!”

Amitos didn't seem very keen on protecting. “My Lord”, she spoke, her voice dripping with venom.

“The Baron took a while to understand who exactly that was. “A-amitos? How did you make it out of the dungeon? No matter! Take control of the garrison and drive these monsters out!”

“Is that all you have to say to me?”

“Ah yes”, Fletcher nodded. “Kill these two wenches behind you as well. They are responsible for all this!”

“I'm not responsible for anything!”, Kanami protested. “You stupid Banbera Baron!”

It didn't seem that Amitos had any particular interest in Cell and Kanami. “Twenty years”, she began, taking a step towards her liege. “Twenty years I served you, and this is how you repay me!”

The Baron quickly retreated back to his throne, as if it would offer him some manner of protection. “W-what was I supposed to do? You, you failed me! I send you with half my men to deal with the witch and you brought me back maids!”

“Should we interfere, Mistress Kanami?”, asked Cell.

The ninja vehemently shook her head. “Sh, this is the good part!”

“Yes”, Amitos growled. “I am very well aware! Look what the witch did to me! She turned me into this big breasted wench! Take a good, hard look!”

Baron Fletcher gulped as he let his eyes wander over Amitos's voluptuous body. “You know, to be fair, I did offer to marry you.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Amitos hacked his former Lord to pieces.

Wow, that was brutal. Kanami wondered if there was some popped corn around here.

Cell cast a prayer. “May the goddess judge him justly.”

That was when Amitos turned her attention back to her two fellow escapees. Her entire body now covered in blood and gore. “Is it true what he said? You are in cahoots with the witch?”

“Eep.”

Just at that moment the doors to the throne room crashed open once more. The Witch Beatrice entered magnificently, on a large chair carried by four skeletons. “Ahahahahahaha! Fletcher Mordell! Prepare to meet your doo...ah?”

The witch coolly gazed upon the scene of carnage. “My ninja, Cell Perfect, naked girl with sword. It seems you have already finished my work. I admit, I am impressed.”

“You!”, Amitos growled and confronted Beatrice. “This is all your fault!”

It took Beatrice a while, to recognize the blonde. “Ah yes, the brave captain of the guards that attacked my castle.” The witch cackled. “I don't remember that I cursed you to frolic around in the nude.”

“Diiiieeee!” Amitos screamed and rushed the witch.

“Sleep.”

Amitos crashed to the floor.

“Well then”, Beatrice started with a smile, looking at Kanami and Cell. “I believe we have a few things to catch up on.”