Sister Was A Nun.

Sister was a nun,
Sent to live in silence,
She gave up her life,
Preferred Jesus to men,
Devoted, devoted to,
Abstinence,
All those nuns,
They gave her dreams,
No drugs,
No drink,
No contact,
No life it seems,
But at night she comes alive,
Dancing in the pulpit,
Stripping down and screaming,
Vicar sees has a full-fit,
She was locked in the dungeon,
They fed her though a tube,
Nothing but water, gruel,
And a bottle of lube,
She used the tube for personal means,
Only taking it out to feed,
It became more than a want,
It became a need,
The day she was released she cried,
She jumped the matron and took her by surprise,
Gave a blow to the head,
Matron did not rise,
She returned to the dungeon,
She loved it there,
They gave her a mirror,
They gave her a chair,
She sat down stark naked legs spread wide,
Mirror in front of her,
She still had the tube,
And enough lube,
To get some excitement out of said tube,
Her method, at start seemed rather crude,
But then it grew on her and seemed less rude,
The pipe slid easy wet and warm,
Twisting it round, changing its form,
Pleasure raising her back did arch,
In the corner she saw some starch,
The starch did make the pipe more stiff,
She rammed it back in,
Rammed it in squiff,
She was thinking of Elvis,
Him and his quiff,
The thought of Vegas,
And all the fame,
All she had to do was change her name,
But that wouldn't suffice,
Sure it'd be nice,
But who would there be,
This was her one last plea,
To find a way to escape,
All she knew was to turn to rape,
To suppress her urges,
She used the tube,
But soon enough she ran out of lube,
She did escape, but came upon, a man,
For lack of human contact she began, and ran,
And then fell over a brothel, of sorts,
They hired her,
For their sexual sports,
Toys and more lube,
Bring back memories,
Of the tube,
The made her sad, and then she cried,
And didn't stop crying,
Until she died,
Stuck in purgatory,
All her good deeds compared to this,
This sin which will win,
Said Satan: just one kiss,
Where do you end?
Sexual in hell or in innocent bliss?
Make your choice young lady,
Spend afterlife with the Lord or with me, Hades,
She chose Hades,
Sexual in hell,
Pleasing all the inmates of the fiery captive,
Making each one yell,
Whips and chains became her trade,
Leather, bondage, black cat suit,
Firewoman, Policewoman, Parlour maid,
She had fun and made them scream,
Scream for more and more,
Until they were sure,
That the arching and rolling,
Was real and not pretend,
Glad that in death,
This pleasure need not end,
With pale anus and vaginal veal,
It's like providing her an extra meal,
Avril Lavigne and Sean Paul,
Both admired the ex-sister's tools,
She offered to show them how she plays,
They accepted gratefully,
Not knowing how rough she gets,
Frontal and anal,
Both became their future,
No repent, she lets them use her,
Abuse her,
Tame her,
Mame her,
She gets a sick pleasure out of it all,
Ball gag and chains became so familiar,
Legs tied wide,
Teasing,
Never fully pleasing,
The whore of Lucifer,
The bicycle of Beelzebub,
The servant of Satan,
She was them all,
But to her it wasn't enough,
She wanted the love,
Of the white lord,
Calling from Hell up to the heavens,
There was only one way to achieve her goal,
Screaming to the light,
She beckoned the Lord,
To leave the light and enter the fiery depths,
The love of the lords of both evil and good,
A spit-roast in hell,
A blow job in purgatory,
Double penetration in the light of the heavens,
Tearing and ripping befell our poor nun,
Forsooth, again she died,
Now forever condemned to purgatory,
The need of both Lord and Hades kept her there,
Bleeding skin,
Thick, sticky hair,
Playing with herself for ever more,
Fucking without a care,
Sister had drastically changed,
A common slut that once was so fair.