The nun and the streetgang

Here’s an old story from at least 10 years ago that has not been posted here before. It’s by an old friend, EJ, who seems to have dropped out of sight about 8 years ago.

I modified and adapted the story slightly with changed names, changing the gang from two to three, the location to Chicago, and adding little bits of spice in one or two places, but didn’t change the descriptions of the characters much.

This non-fatal fight story sort of ‘loosely’ ties in with my fatal nun story posted at: http://www.hostboard.com/forums/pro-...-bad-jess.html

Thanks to Gemma, Jonica & Jenn for agreeing for me to use their names in this naughty, fictional story: hope you ENJOY it, girls! Winks! LOL!

Meaow
Jessie

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(Note: this is a work of complete fiction, intended for adult, erotic enjoyment.)

THE NUN AND THE STREETGANG
By EJ (modified & adapted here by Jessika)

“The fact,” Jessika would often tell herself, “is that you haven’t lived a peaceful and saintly life.” Then she’d answer herself, smiling a little ruefully. “True, and the Lord’s world is probably better because of that.”

She’d spent most of her young and adult life in the military in the Royal Marines, eventually joining the elite Special Air Service (SAS), culminating in an horrific episode that left most of her unit dead. She’d been tortured and raped by terrorists, but managed to escape, killing all her captors. After that traumatic experience, she simply decided to cash in her chips and retire.

Of course, she’d often think to herself, you’re a certain way and can’t run away from that. She never had backed out of a fight or felt scared in one. She always remembered that throughout her time in the military, she’d been a martial arts instructor and, often against regulations, accompanied her team in their missions.

Until one day suddenly, after her daughter had grown up and moved out on her own, her life-long lover Emma was diagnosed with malignant breast cancer and given only a few months to live. After Emma passed away, Jessika, who had lived ‘doing good by violence’ in one life, and had been a loving partner and mother in another, decided to get married again. But to Our Lord, according to the beliefs of her faith. The woman called by her troops Aunt Jess, and just Jess by friends, joined a religious order.

It is customary for professing nuns to take a new name. So she took “Jessika Tina of the Angels of Mercy” as her name. She did not renounce her military pension as part of her vow of poverty, because she considered wealth as a tool, maybe a weapon, and anyhow, she lived more ascetically than any religious order could imagine. Even her hair, since the age of eighteen, had been cut shorter than her order required. Someone in the Church authorities must have found some value and virtue in her, because she was allowed to profess.

In the port city of Chicago, the Church had a shelter for wayward women. Actually for reformed prostitutes or those trying to escape from that life. Someone thought Jessika, given her life history, would not find the setting unbearably rough. She was sent from the United Kingdom to manage the shelter. Which she did fine at, although her personal belief had always been that if a woman wanted to do that for a living, it was on her conscience. The men with her in the military had certainly appreciated the chance for sex without commitment.

But the problem was that a lot of the women, even just girls, involved in that “trade” had not elected to do it, but had been either sold into it, kidnapped into it, seduced by drugs into it, or forced into it by hunger. And that’s where the shelter came in, giving the girls a choice in case they wanted out. Of course that didn’t endear the shelter to the people running the girlfriend-for-rent business, and they always tried to have their enforcers get the girls back.

And that’s where the trouble came from. Two girls, about eighteen and one slightly older than the other, had run away from one of the “stables” in the port area. They’d found refuge in the shelter run by the nun that everyone by now was calling just “Jess.” The owner of the stable in question did not bother with enforcement issues. He left those to Jenn Peccavi, a hulking woman of over six feet and two hundred pounds. Jenn had two sidekicks, a brunette Gemma and a blonde Jonica, both shorter and lighter, but equally vicious women who had, like her, been in the business and knew the ropes. Of course, their duties for their boss involved mainly keeping the girls in line in the port district, where the police rarely bothered to venture. But now those two young girls had seen fit to run away to the shelter. Obviously, an example had to be made of the two bitches.

Jenn, Gemma and Jonica had their chance one day when the two girls had ventured from the shelter to bring back groceries. It was just a matter of pulling them into a waiting car at knifepoint, with the help of a couple of hired goons. They stopped on an abandoned lot and made the girls get off. There they were slapped around by the goons, Jenn, Gemma and Jonica, and made to strip naked.

The two girls were then locked in the car’s trunk for the rest of the trip. They took them into a warehouse in the port district. There, both girls were pulled out from the trunk by their hair and sprawled on the floor. They tied their hands behind their backs. “You,” said Jenn to the older girl, “will serve as a good example for those fucking shelter people.” She grabbed the girl by the hair and brought her face against her own knee. Jenn said, “What beautiful hair”, with a wicked smile as she flattened the girl’s nose.

The next day, the older girl was thrown from a car at the curb near the shelter. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but several of her fingers were broken, as well as several of her toes. She sported twisted upholstery nails through her lips, nipples, labia, and ears. Not through her earlobes, as the earring piercings she?d had were bleeding where they?d been cut open all the way to the bottom of the lobe. She?d never be able to wear post earrings again. Her lips were cut and several of her front teeth were broken.

A larger nail had been driven through her nasal septum and then twisted, and she showed the black and blue bruises of a night of abuse throughout her entire body. She was bleeding from the places where the skin had broken, and she had no hair. The hair of her head and sex had been either torn off or shaven, or both, leaving raw and bloody patches in both places. The girl crawled to the shelter door as the car sped away. She got up, walked a few steps, fell down on her knees, bloodying them further, then crawled and walked on her knees to collapse against the door.

Jess and one of the other women found and brought the poor girl inside. Jess got two pairs of pliers and disinfectant and removed as many of the nails as she found. Jess noticed that the girl had been tattooed across her back. ?I am the Biggest of the Cheap Whores that can be Fucked?, the tattoo across her back announced. The ambulance from the hospital would not make a trip as far as the shelter was, so Jess also splinted the girl?s broken fingers and toes. ?Helps having been trained as a military medic,? Jessika thought, ?and then having been married to a nurse.? She often missed Emma. And not only in her professional capacity: another one for confession, she thought wryly.

Jess had a cab summoned, and sent the girl to the hospital with one of the shelter women. She gave them enough funds to defray the expenses of the cab and the hospital. ?And THAT, Mother Superior, ?Jessika said to herself, ?is what retired pay is good for.? It would also pay for the removal of the girl?s tattoo. Or to hide it under another tattoo of flowers, if she so chose. The girl had told Jess that her younger friend was being put back to work as a whore. She told her the street corner at the port where they had usually worked.

The other girl was pushed into the street by Jenn. The girl was heavily made up to hide a black eye and cut lip. After slapping her around, Jenn had bent her naked over her knees. While Gemma held both of the girl?s wrists behind her back, Jenn spanked the screaming, kicking girl with a hairbrush until the girl?s butt was shiny and red, and the brush broke. ?Hmm, my turn,? Jonica giggled, and then inserted her thumb and index in the girl?s orifices and mashed them together, causing the girl to squirm in part pleasure and part pain. ?So you remember all you?re good for, bitch!?, she warned their victim.

Now the girl was being put back to work in a plastic miniskirt and tube top, with only fake jewelry, shoes, and cheap cotton panties to complement her attire. Jenn, Gemma and Jonica put out the word the girl would be at half-price.

So that?s how it came to be that Aunt Jess, Sister Jessika, went to the port district to get the girl back. Sister Jessika left behind her rosary, documents, and even her watch. The diver?s watch Emma had given her for her birthday, which she knew people whispered behind her back that it was waterproof, shockproof, weather proof, probably atom bomb proof, too. There?d be no need to tell the time. She did say her rosary and several other prayers until the cab she called for herself arrived. The driver would be a man whose niece had been in a similar situation as the girls and had been helped by the shelter. He had reasons to be grateful and could be trusted. Besides, cabbies the world over are, for the most part, a pretty decent lot.

While she waited, after reciting her prayers, Sister Jessika took a quick shower and put on clean white cotton panties and bra, over that a white blouse, and over that the habit of gray skirt reaching below the knee and gray short jacket. People usually associate nuns with the long, black and white habit. ?Penguin suit? Sister Jessika had heard it called. But that hadn?t been in use for years now. For actual day to day work, in the hot weather during summer in Chicago, this outfit was more practical. Some orders even dispensed with the coif, the ?nuns hat.? But Sister Jessika put hers on, gray with the white cloth underneath. Most nuns wore, as they were now allowed, a lock of hair showing under the border of the inner white lining. Only Sister Jessika still wore her hair so short it left her no extra lock to tuck outside. She put on knee-high stockings and closed, low leather shoes.

The cab arrived. On the way to the port, she?d explained to the driver, and he?d been concerned. ?Sure you know what you?re doing, Sister Jess?? He?d said. ?Not to worry.? She had replied with a slight smile. Then she?d asked about the niece who he said was doing fine now.

In the street corner, as expected, she found the girl pacing the street. The characters at the corner could not believe their eyes when the nun got out of the cab and went to the girl. ?A nun! Were they really all lesbians??

No way to find out, since the nun, of indeterminate age, just grabbed the girl?s arm and escorted her to the waiting cab. As the nun got the girl inside the cab, a gaudily dressed man, probably the girl?s pimp, went up to the nun and half pushed, half slapped her shoulder while continuously cursing her.

The nun hit him with the edge of her left hand on the neck and grabbed his windpipe with her right hand as she kicked him twice in the groin with her right foot. As he tried to pull out a cheap automatic gun, she tore it off his grasp with her left hand. After smashing him to the floor and clearing all the bullets from the gun, she shoved it in the man?s mouth, breaking a couple of teeth. The man the scrambled away, first in all fours, then at a full Olympic run.

Jess told the amazed driver to head back to the safety of the shelter with the girl.

?Please don?t stay here by yourself, Sister. It is dangerous!?, he said, with concern in his voice.

?Have to ? It?s my calling?, Jessika answered grimly, ?something needs to be done. Just get me some backup, if you can, please.? She smiled and turned around as the cab sped away.

The crowd was parting to let someone through. ?So, you Holy Whore, you think you can fucking take over our side of town? Maybe it?s time you were taught a lesson ??, Jenn asked sarcastically, as she made her way out of the crowd, followed by Gemma and Jonica.

They made there way to where Sister Jessika was, Jenn in front, and one on each side. Jessika almost matched the big woman in size and weight, and stared defiantly into Jenn?s eyes.

?We?re gonna so fucking enjoy beating you senseless, and stripping you nude! Not every day people will have the treat to see a naked nun! Heh! Heh!?, Jenn giggled threateningly and put up her fists, while Gemma and Jonica assumed similar fighting stances.

Jessika pretended to face Jenn, but then met Gemma with a right leg kick to her stomach, and slammed her fist into Jonica?s left tit. Jenn made a grab for Sister Jessika?s head. She got a hold of the coif and tore it off Jess?s head. Jess turned in Jenn?s direction and landed first a left backhand and then a ninjutsu open hand blow at Jenn?s face. Followed by a right leg kick to the face that sent Jenn reeling back.

But then Gemma grabbed the nun in a bear hug, trapping her arms at the level below her breasts. Jonica rushed forward, but Jess raised her legs, to give her another kick in the chest, driving her staggering back to collide with Jenn, both collapsing in a heap, much to the amusement of the onlookers.

Sister Jessika bent herself at the waist until she was supporting Gemma?s weight. Then, Sister Jessika grabbed the other woman?s thighs and jumped back to fall flat on the ground, on top of Gemma. Crashing the air out of Gemma as she hit the ground first. Jessika freed herself from the other woman with two elbow blows.

Jessika felt someone grabbing the waist of her skirt. It was Jenn. Jenn gave a strong pull to the skirt and tore it off Jessika. Some in the crowd began to applaud at the sight of the nun?s white panties.

Ignoring her semi-nudity, Jessika spun around and hit Jenn in the face with the underside of her left hand, followed by the front of her right. Jessika had lost her right shoe in the scuffle. Now she kicked Jenn in the solar plexus with her bare right foot, followed by her shod left foot. Jenn collapsed. Just as Jessika was going to deliver a fatal final blow to her throat, she hesitated. ?This is not what Our Lord taught?, she thought.

She didn?t have time to ponder this, as Gemma hit her once, then twice, across the kidneys with her hands doubled. For good measure, Jonica, slammed an uppercut into the nun?s face. Jessika collapsed. She could feel her life pass in front of her ? flashes of her violent past come back vividly.

The three jealous dykes that had ambushed & hurt her in the bathroom just because she was in love with Emma. The numerous bar fights, the exercises, the training. Then the incursion where the rest of her team had not come back. The time she was captured. That horrific torture! Visions of sucking cock, slitting a throat, and a woman exploding from a grenade in her vagina ? Then, finally, peace ? beautiful peace ? solitude and serenity ? UNTIL NOW!

The three women had been alternately picking her up to slap and punch her, or letting her fall to kick her, laughing and taunting her as they overpowered her. Her blouse was ripped to pieces, and her jacket pulled off. Gemma grabbed her bra and it ripped off as she fell away. Her large, pendulous breasts with pointed nipples fell free. Some in the leering crowd was laughingly commenting on her breasts. ?Nice, big, firm tits for a dry old nun!?

She desperately tried to crawl away on all fours. ?Let?s see what this old nun has down there!?, Jonica giggled menacingly, and Jessika felt Jonica grab her panties and pull them down to her thighs, just above her knee, leaving her with her butt bare and completely exposed. A lot of people laughed, seeing the thick, wiry bush between her groin: ?Looks like nuns don?t shave, now do they??

?Well, well ??, Jenn laughed, giving her another kick, relishing in their power and destruction of the older woman, ?we can certainly do something about that, huh? ? Don?t you think, this old bitch would look much nicer with her holy twat shaved clean of that graying old bush like the day she was born??

Some of the people watching were commenting on what a good body the old nun had, and some of the men, how they?d like to fuck her. The three women, Jenn, Gemma and Jonica, were making their plans out loud, sexually excited by the thought of humiliating the old nun. How they were going to get the nun tattooed and make her walk the streets naked. How they would put her to work as a whore for a couple of days. Make some money out of this holy bitch. Maybe she?s even a virgin, they?d check her out, too. Everybody in the district wanted to come see how they stripped and abused an old nun, and it was safe since the cops didn?t show up much in that side of town. They turned the helpless nun on her back and finished pulling her white cotton panties off her legs.

Jessika groaned helplessly. She had long ago realized fighting wasn?t only what she had done for a living. It had actually excited her, giving her an almost sexual pleasure. But now there was no spark, no adrenaline pumping in her veins ? her head was reeling, and she couldn?t focus like she used to. Like Samson of old, she prayed that her strength, clarity and focus would return before these cruel bitches made good their promises.

Gemma sat on her outstretched arms over her head, while Jonica pinned down her legs. Jenn then stripped off her remaining shoe, and stockings, leaving her completely nude. Once she was nude, she suddenly felt freer. Jessika realized her ability for violence was the gift God gave her. ?YOU CAN?T RUN AWAY FROM WHO YOU ARE. ? The voice resounded in her head as if she heard it clearly spoken in her ears. ?Thank you, Lord? she whispered. The three bitches heard her talking and mumbling to herself and thought she?d gone mad. But Jess the soldier was back, no longer Sister Jessika Tina! She felt the energy and excitement of old pulse through her body, invigorating her instantly!

Jenn had been kneeling as she stripped Jess. Gemma sat on Jess?s outstretched arms while Jonica kept her legs pinned. Gemma?s weight on top of Jess?s arms were making them numb with the interrupted circulation and the pressure on the nerves.

With a strong heave, Jess twisted her legs out of Jonica?s grasp, kicking her with a loud thwack under her chin, and with a shrill shriek of surprise the blonde collapsed. Then Jess pumped her still lithe, muscular legs up and down. As if she?d been riding a monstrous bicycle whose pedals were so huge she had to flex her knees all the way beyond her head and kick out to stretch her legs to a tapering flexed heel. The quick, piston-like movement of Jess?s right and then left leg caught Gemma on the forehead with each knee in sequence. The she immediately kicked forward with both feet, catching Jenn full on the face with the heel of each bare foot.

Stunned, Jenn fell back, sitting on her wide butt. Jess bent her waist and sent both legs up and back, to trap Gemma?s head between her ankles and force her to fall forward, releasing Jess?s trapped arms. The pain of the circulation coming back to her arms as the numbness wore off only drove Jess to act faster, to force feeling into her limbs.

She viciously punched Gemma?s pubic mound once, twice, feeling an electric current shoot through her arm. At the same time, she grabbed and squeezed one of Gemma?s breasts with the other hand. Then she pulled with her legs and pushed with her arms, making Gemma somersault to fall flat on her back on the sidewalk. Jess stood up, and walked over to the supine Gemma, giving her a reverse kick to the pubic mound with the heel of her left foot, leaving her in pain clutching her throbbing pussy, as she advanced determinedly on Jenn.

Jenn, her short dress around her hips, pink panties showing, got up and faced the nun. Out of her waist purse, Jenn flashed an open razor. A razor could only bring Jess the worst of memories of a night of torture. Jess circled around the equally big woman, picking up her torn jacket. As Jenn lunged forward swinging the razor, Jess threw the thick jacket over her head and off her arms in front of her. She held the jacket inside out by its sleeves while she wrapped it around Jenn?s knife hand.

There was a hushed silence as the crowd for the first noticed her old scars and began to realize this wasn?t any ordinary nun. Jess pulled the big woman?s trapped arm to the side as she kicked her between the legs. ?AAAIIIEEEEE!? Jenn shrieked in agony and seemed to collapse. Jess tore away her jacket and the razor and slipped one hand each inside Jenn?s dress, grabbing her huge breasts and squeezing.

Jessika then let her momentum carry her forward as she smashed the back of the screaming woman against the lamppost. Jess then punched Jenn?s face hard, and as she bent forward clutching her face in agony, then kneed her upright again. Then she mercilessly targeted her breasts and lower abdomen until the big, bullying woman whimpered and cried like a schoolgirl begging, ?No! Please. No more! Sister, please! I?m sorry!?

As Jenn fell, Jess tore her dress off. Immediately, she kicked Jenn?s shoes off her feet and in one smooth motion, pulled her pantyhose and then her panties down her legs and off her ankles. The big woman, whimpering, did not resist. Jenn did not wear a bra, but Jess used her dress and pantyhose to tie her wrists and ankles.

Jonica was just regaining conciousness, but Gemma was trying to stand up. ?I?m gonna fucking kill you, you bitch!?, she yelled angrily and put her hand inside her purse. Jess dived and rolled head over heels towards the other woman and came up in front of Gemma as she extracted a cheap revolver from her purse. Jess grabbed the other woman?s head with her hands and delivered a decisive blow with her forehead that broke Gemma?s nose and several of her teeth. ?UUNNGGHHH!?, Gemma groaned, her eyes rolling over in her head, collapsed like a sack of potatoes. Immediately, Gemma was likewise stripped of her dress, underclothes and shoes, and tied with her own bra and pantyhose.

As Jess was tying the last knot, Jonica dove onto her back shrieking and cursing, trying to put her in a full nelson. But Jessika?s training immediately kicked in and in an instant reflex action evaded the hold, and executed a near perfect judo throw, sending Jonica up into the air, turning head over heels, as her skirt rode up to reveal her skimpy, lacy black thong, before landing with a loud thump onto the small of her back. Like a cougar, Jess leapt forward and smashed her fist into the left temple of Jonica, and instantly her eyes glazed over again as darkness descended. Quickly she was stripped and tied helplessly like the other two.

?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

Have to confess, as most people here probably know by now, I mostly love imagining and eroticizing myself as the bad, evil bitch who eventually gets her deserved cum-uppance! But it?s nice for a change in this story to play a ?good girl?, though in the end, still turned on by the action ? Giggle! Wink! :-)

Of course, have also from time to time tremendously enjoyed imagining myself on the receiving end of this old story ? OH NO! OUCH! Blush! ... LOL!

Meaow
Jessie

jessika you're an excellent writer if you write books I buy them all. I love your stories!

Thanks, David for the fabulous compliment, BUT I'm not the original author of this story who was a friend EJ ... I only edited & adapted it a bit here ... LOL!

Yeah, sometimes wish I could make a little money out of some my stories ... but at present have little time to write any way ... sigh!

Meaow
Jessie

You know there is a movie of this? I mean REALLY Jessika, not a joke.
http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/...500_AA300_.jpg
It's a Troma film.
www.DeadSkirts.com :: View topic - Nuns kill and are killed (6 clips)

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?Nun of that? is another low budget bizarre movie, Troma style.
The story is centered in a young cute nun who is killed by criminals, she, goes to the heaven (is trained by M. Gandhi and Jesus, who is a kind of playboy), and returns to life to revenge. She have to fight against an evil jewish who throws iron David?s stars. You see, the movie is a provocation.

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Amazon Dot Com sells it:snickerpup:

Hi Ted

Wow, NO, I didn't! By the sounds of it, it's likely to provoke angry response from both Christians & Jews! Maybe the film producer is an atheist wanting to stir deliberately?

Any ways, have you actually seen the movie yourself: does it have good, exciting fighting, sexy death scenes, etc. in it?

Thanks for letting us know ...

Meaow hugs
Jessie

Oh sorry, I see there is a link to Deadskirts with some clips ... THANKS!

Looking fwd eagerly to downloading & having a peek ... Tee hee! :-)

Meaow hugs
Jessie