****** Sins Of Sanity by Crazy Snake ******
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Sins Of Sanity


Preface

He was a lonely man, isolated in his prison. His very home which lay in the
mountains of Montana. He came here twenty years ago after losing his wife and
son in a car accident. He had tried to pull them from the burning car but the
flames were just too hot.

He can still hear their screams "Daddy, Daddy, save us, don't let us die!" He
may as well have died there that night, for he hasn't lived since. Slowly he
gets up and feeds his dog Molech, his only companion and friend.

Molech came to his home some three years ago as a stray. He was only six months
old but already huge for his age. He was part wolf and part husky and totally
wild. It took Samuel several weeks to get the wild stray dog learn to trust
him. Since that time Molech had grown into a mammoth sized magnificent looking
animal.

Samuel often wondered where he had come from, for there was not another cabin
for at least fifty miles in any direction. Still he did not care, for now he
had a companion. He and Molech were as one.

Samuel was getting ready for bed when he heard a low growl come from Molech.
Turning, he saw Molech looking out the window towards the sky. Opening the door
he heard a low rumble, an airplane "Strange", he said out loud. "Sounds like
that plane is awful close to those mountains over there". Closing the door he
returned to his bed. Blowing out the candles he sighed. How he longed for the
touch of a woman. It had been so long. He lay down and soon fell sound asleep,
he, Molech and the loneliness, That was about to change....


Chapter One: Fate

They had been on the plane now for several hours lost in a blinding snowstorm.
Low on fuel and the compass was out. Having no luck with the radio, they were
completely lost. The women were getting hysterical. Panic was setting in. They
were ten in all. Nuns, on their way to St. Joseph's Home For Children in nearby
Washington state.

Mother Jane was now shouting trying to get the group together to form a circle
to pray. It was no use. Both engines had now frozen up. The pilot could no
longer keep it in the air. He was shouting "Mayday, Mayday!" into the radio as
the plane went down and disappeared into the night.

Samuel awoke with a start. He thought he had been awakened by a crashing sound.
He lay there in the dark listening. "Damn coons." he said. Then drifted back to
sleep. Little did he know that just over the ridge lay the downed plane. Bits
and pieces here and there, bodies strung everywhere. Off in the distance a
strange pair of eyes glowed like fire. It was Molech, eyeing the scene. He knew
he had to get his master. He had to get Samuel.


Chapter Two: A New Dawn

Samuel awoke early that morning. Finding no sign of Molech, he put on his
jacket and stepped outside into the cold morning. He paused by the well and
stretched his old sore joints. "What a beautiful day!"

It was a beautiful day for being twenty degrees and two feet of snow on the
ground but the sun was shining brightly, a cool breeze slightly blowing from
the north.

"Molech! Molech!" Samuel yelled. His voice echoing off the mountains. He picked
up his bucket of water and walked back inside. He had just finished his bath
and was started on breakfast when he heard Molech barking at the door.

Samuel ran to the door, tripping and falling twice. It didn't matter that he
banged his knee, his old buddy was back. He opened the door and there stood
Molech with a suitcase hanging in his mouth.


Chapter Three: Salvation

Mother Jane lay there for several hours. She wasn't sure if she was alive or
dead. Finally she moved. Every bone in her body ached. She sat up. Charred
remains of bodies were everywhere. She urinated. Eyes open in shock. The sobs
came slowly at first, then became more intense. When she calmed down she stood
up. She was so cold she could hardly move. She moved toward the heat of the
still burning plane. "Funny thing", she thought "this fire smells horrible".
Looking down she saw why. Mixed in the flames was the burning body of Sister
Sherry. Mother Jane vomited.

Minutes later she heard a moan. Half running, falling and crawling through the
snow towards the sound. About 50 feet from the crash she found Sister Mary. She
was the youngest, only sixteen. Her head was badly injured. Blood thickened
down the side of her face. Mother Jane held her in her arms, softly stroking
her hair. She knew they were both going to die. As if things weren't bad enough
already, there, about twenty yards away appeared the largest grizzly bear she
had ever seen. She closed her eyes and screamed....


Chapter Four: In The Beginning

Samuel knew something was wrong as soon as he saw the suitcase. The next few
minutes were a blur. Gathering what furs he had, shouting at Molech to get the
sled. It wasn't a dream. It was real. A plane really did go down . Just there,
right over that mountain. Now Samuel could smell the smoke. The stench of
burned bodies in the air.

The trip to the crash was long and tiring. The two of them reached the top of
the ridge. Looking down at it brought back memories of a car crash, so long
ago.

He turning up his beer laughing very loudly. His five-year-old son asleep in
the back seat. His young and beautiful wife Melisha lighting and passing the
joint. Laughing, lots of laughing. Then the unthinkable happened. Melisha
dropped the joint. Again and again Samuel sees his hand hitting her, shouting
"You dumb bitch you!" There's the screech of tires. The bright lights. The
eighteen wheeler. Then nothing......

The sound of someone screaming brought Samuel back to the present. There just
some yards away were survivors.


Interlude:

It has been two months since Samuel rescued Mother Jane and Sister Mary. It is
now mid January. Sister Mary hasn't fully awakened yet, but she is starting to
come around.

Mother Jane is driving Samuel crazy. "Take us home"! "Take us to help"! "Take
us anywhere"! Samuel has told her over and over that he can't get help until
the spring thaw. Why can't she get that through her thick skull?! The days grow
longer...

Molech just lays in the corner and stares. If only they knew what he was
thinking.


Chapter Five: The Truth Be Known

Samuel felt the water, it was warm. He took it over to Mother Jane. She poured
it in the tub. It was full now. Sister Mary was now awake and more alert.
Mother Jane was going to bathe her. "I'm going outside to chop some kindling,
holler when you are finished".

"Come on boy" Samuel said to Molech. Molech just sighed and continued to stare
at the women. "Ok, stay then", Samuel said as he was going out the door. He
started down towards the hollow near by, he knew the ladies would be safe as
long as Molech stood guard.

Mother Jane explained the situation to Sister Mary as best as she could. Mary
thought it odd a man living way out here all alone but she didn't press more
questions. She was thankful he did. For if it wasn't for him, they would surely
be dead.

As Mother Jane was running water over her head, Mary turned and stared at
Molech. "What a strange dog,"she thought. So huge, and his coat shown bright
and his eyes... they seemed to glow in the firelight. Something about that dog
just wasn't right. Suddenly Molech lifted his head and continued staring right
at her. It sent shivers down her spine. It was as if he had read her mind, as
if he was looking straight into her soul. A little frightened Sister Mary
lowered herself in the tub, looked toward the ceiling and prayed a silent
prayer. Molech growled then closed his eyes.

Samuel dropped the kindling on the porch. It had been sometime since Mother
Jane yelled that she had put Sister Mary to bed. Hearing a clatter around back,
he went to investigate. Seeing nothing he said to himself "Damn coons". As he
started to come back to the front he saw movement in the window, so he stepped
closer to see.

Mother Jane was by the fire, bathing. Having nothing but a small blanket around
her shoulders. "My God, she's beautiful!" Samuel exclaimed aloud. Her long
black hair hanging down to her waist. Her breasts exposed. Samuel just stared,
not daring to breathe or even move, lest he be discovered. She was washing her
breasts now. His throat began to get dry. Oh how he longed to reach out and
touch them. Put a nipple into his mouth and suck on it ever so gently. There
was a stirring in his loins.

Something he hadn't felt in a long time. Reaching down between his legs he
found his manhood swollen to its outer limits. He undid his pants and wrapped
his hand around it. He could feel his pulse beat. It felt good. Wait, not good,
but damn good. He started stroking his penis. Slowly at first, then faster.
Never once taking his eyes off Mother Jane. She had now taken the wash cloth
from her breast and was washing gently between her legs.

Samuel was now like a man possessed. Stroking harder and harder, faster and
faster! He threw his head back, eyes crossed, tongue hanging out, his mind
completely gone. He let out a low muffled moan. Cum starting shooting out like
a cannon. More and more it came, ending only when he could stroke no longer.

Samuel collapsed, taking deep breaths. "My God! What have I done? She's a nun
for Christ sake!" Filled with shame, Samuel wept silently to himself. After
several minutes he went inside and went to bed.


Chapter Six: The Blessed Mary

Mary was now more alert. She was up and walking around daily now. She still
suffered constant pain in her head. Samuel knew of a certain plant that grew
high in the mountains, deep within a cave. He had named the plant Devils Claw.
Mixed with other wild berries it could kill any pain.

Mary was moaning louder, now lying on her cot. Samuel knew all to well about
the pain she must be going through. For years after the accident he had
suffered with migraine headaches. He would leave in the morning on his journey.
It would be the better part of a week before he would return. Molech would stay
and make sure nothing became of these two most holy women. Samuel made sure
Mother Jane had plenty of wood stacked nearby. He said his goodbyes as Mother
Jane blessed him for his noble effort to bring back relief for poor Mary. She
closed the door as Samuel started his journey.


Chapter Seven: Innocence Lost

Mother Jane explained to Sister Mary that she would be gone for a little while.
She had to go to a nearby stream to get some water. The well had frozen over.
Leaving Molech behind with Mary, she left.

Mary sat up on the cot. Feeling lightheaded and dizzy she disrobed. Sweat
trickled down her face. She took a couple of steps toward the table when she
collapsed to the floor. She was in all fours position when she fainted. Coming
to minutes later she felt something wet licking her buttocks from behind. She
started to rise but was too dizzy, so she started crawling to the bed. Molech
was now licking Mary in a frenzy. Faster and faster his tongue was darting out
over her ass and her unexplored muff as it was getting wet. She didn't
understand what was happening. Still light headed she could feel the warmth and
moisture growing between her legs. She began to twitch each time Molech's
tongue ran over her muff. "This can't be happening?" she thought. "Why won't
this dog Stop?"

"Stop it!" she yelled at Molech as she brought her leg up and kicked at him.
This only caused him to run his nose in Mary's twat, sniffing it like a
bloodhound gone mad.

Mary, using the last bit of her strength, started toward the cot. Suddenly she
felt Molech's paws locking around her waist as his weight came down on her
holding her in place.

Next she felt an intense pain as Molech's huge cock penetrated her. It felt as
if someone had driven a red hot branding iron deep inside her. She screamed and
continued to scream as Molech kept slamming his cock in and out, faster and
faster. Blood trickled down Mary's thighs from where her had burst her cherry
and driven on home. His huge balls smacking her ass turning it red. Sister Mary
couldn't move and no more did she scream. Eyes wide open in shock and fear.
Near exhaustion, she wondered how much longer before this devil beast would
stop, when she felt a strange feeling rising from deep down inside her. She was
confused. What was this feeling and why was it so good. A moment later a
moaning Mary climaxed. She had multiple orgasms, her whole body twitched and
shuttered. "I have found heaven," she remembered thinking. Then everything went
black.

Molech had never felt so good in all his days. Running through the freshly
fallen snow he felt like a puppy at play again. Never again would he have to
try to ride a buffalo, they wouldn't hold still long enough anyhow. The hollow
stumps with knot holes just didn't do the trick. His master had finally found
him something to relieve himself on. Damn did it feel good to get rid of the
heavy load he had carried for so long. Licking his balls, he felt himself begin
to grow hard again. As he looked in the direction of the cabin you could see a
grin appear across his lips. He turned and headed back.


Chapter Eight: Seeds of Glory

Mother Jane was walking back toward the cabin and she thought she heard
screaming. She quickened her pace and hurried along. She was grateful that she
and Sister Mary were so fortunate this kind and caring man Samuel had saved
them. It saddened her when she thought about the others who had perished in the
crash. She hoped Mary was ok and would survive. She would, Mother Jane still
had her faith.

Upon entering the cabin she gasped. Sister Mary lay naked on the floor, covered
in dried blood. Mother Jane at first thought she had fallen and again injured
her head. Maybe the poor child was dead. Fearing the worst, she dropped the
pail of water and ran to Mary's side. She found a pulse and found Mary's
breathing ok. The bandage on her head was clean. So where had all the blood
come from? Alas, she knew.

Poor Sister Mary, on her way back to the cot, must have fallen against the
table and broken her hymen. The innocent child, not knowing what happened and
at the sight of blood, must have fainted. Mother Jane cleaned Mary up and lay
her to bed. She herself then lay down to bed. She was startled to hear a noise
at the door, but was much relieved to see Molech walk in. Laying down she
praised aloud "O Mary, Mother of the most high. Thank you for sending that kind
man and his companion to our rescue." She then drifted off to sleep, praying
Samuel was ok.


Chapter Nine: Tragedy Strikes

Samuel had reached the foot of the mountain in just two days of heavy travel.
The cave was some five hundred feet up and over rocky terrain. He was pushing
himself way too hard and he knew it. Not being a young man anymore, his muscles
ached and he found it hard to breathe. He knew he had to keep going for Sister
Mary's sake. "Such a pretty young thing," he thought aloud. "Much too damn
pretty to be a fucking nun, that was for sure. How old did Mother Jane say? Oh
yes, just sixteen."

Tommy would have been twenty-five now had he lived. "Why?" he asked himself as
he started his climb. A tear finds its way down past his cheek.

A short while later Samuel found the cave. Once inside he had what he came for,
Devils Claw. He built a fire and sat down staring at the root in his hand.
Turning it over, thinking back. Trying to remember when he used this root to
cure his migraine. Seems to him there is some side effect to its use. Just
can't remember what it is. "Oh the hell with it, losing my memory! Probably all
that dandelion wine I drink."

The next day was brisk and windy with a chill in the air. Samuel, eyeing the
sky, knew a storm was brewing. He had better get moving. He ran the better part
of the day, covering twice as much ground. Upon coming out of the white pine
forest, walked out into a clearing. About another ten miles and he would be
home, well ahead of the storm. Rounding a large group of boulders in his path,
with his head down low trying to catch his breath, he ran smack into a grizzly.

Roaring, up on his hind legs. Standing erect he was about twelve feet tall and
weighed a good eleven hundred pounds. Fangs the length of a Bowie knife and
massive paws about twenty five inches across. To Samuel it looked like
something straight out of his worst nightmare.

Everything started to fade when that massive paw from hell caught Samuel just
below the shoulder blades sending him tumbling a good twenty feet across the
field. The force of the blow would have snapped the spinal cord of an average
man. Not Samuel. He was far from being average. He had been in these mountains
over twenty years.

The pain was like hot knives going down his back and settling in his legs. He
moved his right arm frantically searching for his rifle he knew wasn't there.
It had been thrown in the opposite direction. He didn't see the beast come down
on him but he felt those razor like teeth sink deep in to his right thigh. The
grizzly shook him like a rag doll before tossing him high in the air. He came
crashing to the ground and rolled into a small ravine.

Grasping the small metal object hanging from his neck, he places it in his
mouth and began to blow. It was a dog whistle he made when Molech came into his
life. He knew Molech would not hear it this far away. Even if he could, he
couldn't get there in time. Still, he blew it with all his God given might.

He felt the saliva dripping on to his face. Smelling the fowl breath of the
beast, he looked up into those massive jaws and realized he was about to die a
horrible death. He was still blowing the whistle with all his might. Then the
bear was upon him.


Chapter Ten: Salvation

Molech lay by the fire, never taking his eyes off Sister Mary. Mother Jane's
breathing finally grew heavy and loud. He knew she was sound asleep. It was
time. Toward Mary's bed he crept. His huge cock already erect to its full
seventeen inches. He felt a slight tingling in his balls. This was going to be
fun.

Sister Mary was back in the lunch-room at St. Joseph's. It was terrible. The
Sisters Lisa, Marie, Lori and Lona were snickering and making crude gestures at
her with their food. They were five nuns, four years older than Mary and they
were always picking on her and getting her in trouble. Her life there was pure
hell.

Trying hard to force back the tears, she asked to be excused and ran, crying,
back to her room. She didn't know How long they stood in the doorway watching
but when she looked up there they were, the four nuns from hell.

Lisa had a large carrot in her hand and all four were had a wicked grin on
their faces. Before she knew it, they were upon her. Lona, Lori and Marie held
her down while Lisa shoved the carrot in her mouth. Farther and farther it went
in. Choking and gasping for air, Mary felt herself slipping into unconscious.
Their laughter echoing in her ears. Wait a minute, this can't be happening.
Those four had perished in the plane crash. What was happening? "Oh father,
help me!"

Mary awoke rather quickly. She probably would have screamed in her sleep, but
that was unlikely. Molech was on her. His massive cock already over half buried
in her mouth. She was confused. A heavy weight was on her making it difficult
to breathe and a large object was making it's way down her throat causing her
to choke. Mary's small delicate hands dug into the fur on each side of Molech.
Pushing with all her might but to no avail. Molech, taking his large paws
behind her neck, locked them together and began to pump. The muscles in his
hind legs tightened with each mighty thrust. Harder, faster, deeper his
seventeen inch snake worked its way down her throat. At last the mighty gusher
blew, even Old Faithful would've been proud, when it ceased over a half gallon
of fresh hot cum filled her stomach.

Molech walked out in to the cold. Where the hell was his master? Molech didn't
feel comfortable having this new sex toy all to himself. He wanted to share it
with his master.

Where's Samuel? Sniffing the air for that familiar scent and finding none,
Molech set out to find his master. To find Samuel.

The grizzly was just inches from clamping it's jaws shut on Samuel's head,
ending his life. When suddenly there was a low rumbling sound coming from the
southeast. That sound quickly turned into roar, so mighty as if it was coming
from hell itself. Small pines and saplings crashed to the earthen floor.
Helpless against the beast that bellowed into the field and all the hells fury
that followed with him.

Many years later, Samuel would swear on a stack of bibles that the sky darkened
and the earth shook that fateful day.

As the forest gave way and the wind ceased to blow, Molech appeared on that
field running at full throttle. Neither man nor beast could have stopped that
dog on that day. Death rode upon his shoulders, as the bear soon found out.
Molech slammed in to that bear with the force of a freight train, breaking all
but one of the bears ribs. Before the bear stopped rolling Molech clamped down
around his neck and applied pressure that could have easily snapped a steel
beam in half.

It was over, just that quick. Samuel, surviving with a flesh wound to his leg
and some bruised ribs, was quickly ready to go. Molech was his only friend. A
true companion. He had just saved his life and truly deserved a reward, but
what? Sorrowful but thankful, the duo headed home.

"Damn, what could I give him?" Samuel thought. As if reading his masters mind
Molech barked twice and with a shit eating grin on his face he headed forward.


Chapter Eleven: Devils Claw

Sister Mary was scared. She didn't know if she was going out of her mind, if
she had just had the worst nightmare a human being could have, or did that damn
hell spawn of a dog just have his way with her. One thing for certain, she was
sick on her stomach and had a very salty taste in her mouth.

She called out to Mother Jane who came at once to her side. Mother Jane fixed
her some warm soup and wiped her head with a cold washcloth.

Hearing a rattle at the door, they both looked up to see a bloody Samuel come
through the door. He was delirious and had lost a lot of blood. After giving a
brief account of what happened, he instructed Mother Jane on how to prepare the
devils claw medicine. He was in need of some strong pain killer like that which
the devils claw provided.

Mother Jane had the potion ready in moments. Mixing it with soup, she fed some
to Samuel. He cursed silently, trying to remember what the side effect was.
Mother Jane put the bowl on the floor where Molech could finish it. She had
tried to give some to Mary but the poor child was in a deep sleep. Blowing out
the candles and lying down on the furs by the fire, she too was soon fast
asleep.

Samuel awoke with his heart pounding in his chest. A heavy throbbing between
his legs signaled his cock was fully erect. Semen oozed out the tip at a steady
flow. Now he remembered the side effect. The devils claw was an aphrodisiac.
Quite possibly the worlds most powerful. No one knew about it but him, and he
had forgotten it.

"Damn! How could I have forgotten?" His head spinning, he looked and saw he was
already walking toward Mother Jane butt ass naked. "No! No Dammit! I can't let
this happen." Samuel fled out into the cold night.

Molech awoke. His balls, the size of cantaloupes, twitching furiously. His
seventeen inch cock fully erect. He had never felt such madness. With one leap
he was at her side. Not Sister Mary, but Mother Jane this time. He couldn't
control himself. He savagely ripped the blanket off and was upon her. Wrapping
his paws around her chest, he pulled her up to him and quickly drove his rock
hard prick from hell deep into her rectum. Molech had entered her from behind!

Samuel, standing in the henhouse, stroked his dick madly. A dead chicken at his
feet. Hell, there were dead chickens everywhere. He had fucked them all to
death. Stroke after stroke, load after load. He had no control. The devils claw
was in control now. "Fuck this shit! Standing out here freezing. I'm going
inside and fuck the shit out of that loud mouth bitch Mother Jane."

Samuel was just rounding the north side of the outhouse when he heard a loud
shriek followed by a scream from hell and then a "Lord, have mercy!!"

Entering the cabin he saw Molech riding Mother Jane clear into the next state.
Quickly, and with panther like reflexes, he slid beneath her and shoved his
cock in to her pee burnt hole and bit down on a nipple.

With Molech pounding her ass hole and Samuel ramming her puss, Mother Jane was
beyond insanity. All senses gone. She was a mad woman. Nothing made sense.
Where was Mary? Had these lunatics already gotten to her. "Sweet Jesus...where
for art thou?" "Oh God, the pain. This can't go on forever." And it didn't...

(To be continued)