?Now it?s payback, you bitches!? Jess said. Since these three seemed to thrive on humiliation, Jess grabbed first the larger woman and bent her over her knee. Jess let blow after blow of her cupped palm fall on Jenn?s butt. The cupped palm trapped the air, forming a cushion that multiplied the strength of the blow. Jess did not stop slapping the now red, black and blue butt until the naked, squirming woman who had been the former terror of the working girls was whimpering and begging for mercy in a girlish, high-pitched voice.

Jess drop-kicked the woman twice, letting her fall on her bloodied face, until they reached the lamppost. There, Jess tied Jenn with her arms around the lamppost. Jess then directed her attention to Gemma who was shaking her head and screaming ?Not me, not me ? please!?

Jess said, ?Yes, bitch, YOU!? And then she bent Gemma over her knee to receive a good painful spanking to her naked, exposed butt, to the rejoicing and laughter of the crowd. Then Jess tied Gemma to the lamppost together with her friend. After giving Jonica the same harsh treatment, the wailing girl was bound like the other two to the lamppost.

The cabby had come back, together with some other friends. In his hands, he had a long package wrapped in a cloth. Some of his friends kept their hands in their coat pockets, regardless of the night heat. The pimps and clients seemed to have disappeared, but the crowd had grown with many who had been terrorized for months by the gang, and who were clearly enjoying the unexpected cum-uppance the young tarts had received.

Jess took the razor from the package. She dry shaved Jenn?s head, then her eyebrows. Jenn kept whimpering, and Jonica and Gemma kept begging, so Jess took their panties, turned them inside out, and stuffed Gemma?s into Jenn?s mouth with the warning ?Shut up!? Jess then stuffed Jonica?s panties into Gemma?s mouth and Jenn?s into Jonica?s mouth, saying, ?Both of you, too.? Then she shaved both Jonica and Gemma?s heads and eyebrows, too.

Next, Jess tried to make Jenn spread her legs, but the big woman didn?t want to, and squirmed, trying to keep them closed. So Jess needed to punch her pubis twice, before the woman would concede and spread her legs. Jess shaved her trimmed brunette mound and asshole. Not gently. The gangleader Jenn squirmed in pain, size 38D boobs bouncing, as raw patches formed where her pubic hair came off.

As Gemma and Jonica saw what happened to Jenn, they opened both their eyes wide in terror and their legs as far as they would go. Jess shaved both of them too, while they squirmed and shook their smaller breasts, but did not dare to move from the waist down.

Jess stood back amidst the cheers of the girls of the street and the crowd that had gathered. She admired her handiwork. The three bitches that had terrorized the port district were defenseless, naked, bald and bleeding at spots in their snatches and heads. Jess then stuffed the women?s purses and other remains of their clothes up their snatches and assholes, after salvaging their lipsticks.

With these, Jessika wrote the address and telephone number of the shelter on a wall. Across the breasts of the three women, she wrote, ?I had my ass kicked by an old naked nun.?

Sister Jessika of the Angels of Mercy, calmly collected her coif, torn skirt, and jacket, and then said, addressing the crowd. ?Any of you girls who?s had it with this life is welcome at the shelter. There?s the address and number.?

Some of the working girls were noting it down already. ?Leave these three here until tomorrow at noon, then let them go. Like they are.? The working girls were already taking revenge, pinching, kicking, and slapping the three bound, naked women and laughing at them.

Sister Jess turned said to Jenn, Gemma and Jonica, smiling: ?And if you make it to tomorrow, you?re welcome, too.?

Sister Jessika Martina of the Angels of Mercy got into the cab. She had what remained of her coif on her head. Her nose looked like it had been broken. Her face and lips were cut and bloodied, and one of her eyes was closed with the swelling. One hand held her jacket closed and also held the one shoe she had found.

The other held the razor and small gun, and using it to hold up her skirt. It also hid the ample wetness between her legs. She realized that, in fighting naked and then punishing the three women, she had experienced absolute joy and pleasure. She had gotten sexually excited, and now had begun to orgasm. Slowly. Little by little her arousal grew. Quivering ever so slightly at first, the intensity was increasing. Her nipples felt tender and erect, and she knew she was slowly going to reaching a climax as warm, moist heat pooled in her nether regions. She tried to sit still as the cab drove away. She kept saying the Act of Contrition.

THE END