Feature Writer: Sexual Stories

Feature Title: A Young Novice Nun

Published: 05.08.2021 / Sexual Stories

Story Codes: Religious

Notes: Thanks Nadabit for this gem

A Young Novice Nun

Angela wasn’t even allowed to call herself a sister – not technically speaking. At sixteen she was only in her second year of the novitiate, a trainee nun who had to bob her head to the full-fledged sisters when she met them in the corridors of the convent or when they entered the classroom at the start of a lesson.

If she thought of herself as Sister Angela, it was because her vocation to the order was so strong and certain within her, and she was so completely sure that when she finished her novitiate she would take full vows and become a bride of Christ.

In the meantime, she led a life of strict chastity, self-denial and obedience, in competition with the other novices but more importantly with herself to be as blameless, selfless and spiritually spotless as she possibly could.

Angela was beautiful, but she didn’t know that she was beautiful. The sheltered life she led, surrounded entirely by women, gave her no opportunity to learn from others’ reactions how attractive the contrast was between her slim figure and her large breasts, or how gorgeous her child-like face. The only hint she might have noticed was that she was allowed to wear her beautiful, fine blonde hair down over her shoulders. Rather than cut it to neck-length like the other novices.

Of course most of the time it was bound up anyway, so the difference was less obvious – but it was a concession made precisely because the older nuns couldn’t bear to spoil Angela’s perfect beauty, poised as it was between the innocence of the child and the voluptuous curves of womanhood.

It was the innocence that troubled Sister Bridget the most. She was aware that despite the seclusion of convent life, it took a tough soul to stick to it year after year. Life in a closed order was sometimes bleak and hard, and it pained her to think of such an untried, naive girl as Angela entering that world without having any experience of anything else. In a way it seemed to negate the essence of her choice if she chose on the basis of ignorance of the wider world.

It was because Angela was a church orphan. She had been raised in convent schools all her life, never seeing the world except through the bars of a convent gate. Surely that was wrong, Sister Bridget thought. Surely the child should at least have a taste of freedom before opting for a life of seclusion – a glimpse of earthly beauty before choosing to devote herself to the perfection of her soul.

After pondering this conundrum over most of a year, Sister Bridget summoned Angela to her study one fine Spring morning. The gorgeous young girl made a perfect courtesy, then greeted the older woman with real affection.

“Angela,” Sister Bridget began, “I’ve had a request from our sister house in London. They’ve received a grant to refurbish the older parts of the building, and they’re hoping to set up an additional dormitory there so that they can take in intending novices on day release from the schools nearby. But they need some help in painting and decorating. Would you like to give them a hand?”

“Oh yes, Sister!” said Angela, all eagerness. This sounded like a real adventure. Bridget sincerely hoped that it would be – and that Angela would enjoy the trip to London on the train as well as the experience of working with other young nuns and novices on a shared task of such importance. She would experience camaraderie, and the joy of a job well done – and she would see a little of the world along the way.

So three days later, Father Connell drove Angela to the Oxford railway station and put her on a train to London, clutching her ticket, a letter of introduction to Mother Andreas at the London house, and a small purse with a twenty pound note in it in case of emergencies.

Father Connell stayed until the train left, waving goodbye to Angela until the train turned a bend and she was out of sight. Then he drove back to the convent to meet a flustered Sister Bridget. “They’ve just phoned from London!” she said.

“They said they’ve been delayed and they won’t be able to meet Angela’s train. She’s to wait at the inquiries desk for half an hour until they arrive – but she won’t know that! What are we to do?”

Father Connell quieted Sister Bridget’s fears. He said he’d phone ahead to King’s Cross and ask for a message to be read out over the tannoy. Angela would hear it and would know what to do.

But the best laid plans don’t always work out as they’re meant to. Angela’s train was delayed for five minutes, and though Father Connell’s message was read out in due course, she walked out onto the station concourse just in time to miss it completely.

It worried the young girl at first that there was nobody there to meet her. But she knew that the London convent was busy and short-staffed, and she reasoned that something important must have come up to prevent them from sending someone. So she would use her emergency money and take a taxi.

Carrying her single suitcase, which wasn’t very heavy, she walked out of the station building into the street. It was very busy and full of traffic. She looked around for a black cab, knowing what they were meant to look like, but there were none in sight. There were several mini-cabs, however, and she approached the first of these.

The two men in the front seat watched her approach with evident interest. Her beauty was enough to make her stand out in a crowd – and the contrast between her lovely face and body and her austere black novice’s gown made an even stronger impression.

“Hello,” she said to the two men. “I need to get to the convent at Highgate. Could you take me there?”

There was a pause that lasted long enough for Angela to be sure she’d made a mistake. Blushing, she opened her mouth to apologise and move on, but then both men spoke at once.

“Sorry, love,” said the driver. “We’re not here to…”

But the man in the passenger seat interrupted him.

“It’s no problem, though, Jimmy, is it? You hop in, love.

We’ll get you there inside of ten minutes.”

The man addressed as Jimmy stared at his friend in astonishment, meeting a very intense and meaningful stare in return.

“Oh. Yeah,” he said at last. “No problem, of course. Yeah. We can do that.”

The other man – not Jimmy – got out of the car and opened the rear door for Angela. He took her suitcase from her, and she climbed in with a smile of thanks. Then he did something to the lock mechanism in the door. “Case you fall out,” he said with a bright smile, and slammed it closed.

Then he got back into the car and Jimmy pulled away from the curb.

Angela settled into her seat and looked all around, excited that her London adventure was beginning. Then to her horror she saw in the car’s rear view mirror her suitcase left on the pavement behind them, already receding into the distance.

“My case!” she blurted. “It’s got all my clothes in it!”

“Er… the next car will take that, love,” said Jimmy hurriedly. “We work in twos, like. One car for the passenger, one for the luggage.”

Even to someone as untutored in the ways of the world as Angela, this sounded unusual. But she supposed that the driver must know his own business, and she made no further protest. She just gazed out in happy curiosity at the bustling city as it unrolled itself past her window.

Jimmy Heron and Mick Summerfield were pimps, essentially. They had a few other earners, but most of their money came from running girls around King’s Cross Station, and a few in Paddington. They were at King’s Cross that day to meet a young slag from Wales who was meant to be on the 11.10 – but it was nearly mid-day and it was clear that the bitch had either not come or had missed them somehow.

So when Mick saw Angela, his first thought was “Tasty bit of cunt. Wonder if she’s legal.” Then his second thought, following quickly on its heels, was that the afternoon might not be a total waste after all.

Now they had the beautiful little girl in the back of the car, and nobody who gave a fuck about her would have the slightest idea where she was. Raping this little chick would burn off some of their frustration and annoyance and help to pass an afternoon that had suddenly become vacant.

Angela was in blissful ignorance of these callous calculations, but she was puzzled and a little unnerved when the car, after about ten minutes’ driving, turned into a narrow street on a run-down estate.

“Is this Highgate?” she asked doubtfully.

“Yeah,” said Mick. “This is… er… the shabbier end of Highgate. I think the convent’s on the next street along, but I thought we could stop and ask for directions.”

Jimmy stopped the car and Mick jumped out. Angela tried her own door, but of course Mick had put the child-lock on and it didn’t open.

“Just stay put, love,” Jimmy told her. “This’ll just take a minute, okay?”

Mick ran up the driveway of the house where they’d stopped, then unlocked and opened the roll-over door of the garage. Jimmy pulled the car into the drive and then rolled it carefully into the garage. As the garage door slammed closed behind her, Angela felt the first stirring of unease.

But by then, of course, it was far too late.

“I’d like you to let me out now,” she faltered.

“Yeah, sure love,” said Jimmy. He opened his own door, then hers. Angels climbed out, finding herself pressed up against Jimmy because the space was so narrow. He grinned at her in the half-dark of the garage. “Bit of a tight squeeze, eh?” he said cheerfully. “You just follow me. Soon have you out of them wet things.”

Angela’s eyes widened. “They’re… they’re not wet,” she pointed out.

“No,” agreed Jimmy. “But that’s a small detail, innit?” He grabbed her arm and hauled her, a little roughly, through a small door that connected the garage to the house. Mick was letting himself in by the front door at the same time. Then the two men locked and bolted both doors with a scary finality.

“I don’t understand,” said Angela, her heart beating fast.

“I thought we were just asking for directions.”

Jimmy nodded. “You thought that because we told you that,” he agreed. “But now that we’re inside, I can quite honestly put my hand on my heart and say that we’re going to rape you. Repeatedly.”

Before she could even respond, the two men fell on Angela like a pair of wild animals. She cried out in surprise and fear, but her cry was choked off by Mick’s heavy hand as he slapped it over her mouth. Then they lifted her bodily off her feet and carried her through into the living room. Later on they were going to rape her in comfort on the big double bed that had seen a lot of similar action over the years, but the living room was where the beer was, and it made sense to start there.

They dumped the little girl unceremoniously down on the sofa, and as she opened her mouth to scream Mick lamped her one across the face with his open hand. Her head bounced off the pillow and her breath escaped her in a wuff, momentarily silencing her.

“Listen,” Mick said. “Now listen, just listen!” He held up a warning finger in front of Angela’s face, and the terrified girl took a deep, gulping breath. More screams were welling up inside her, but she managed to swallow them for the moment and stared at Mick with big, scared eyes.

“Good,” Mick said approvingly. “Listen, girlie, here’s how it is. You’re some sort of nun, are you?”

“I-I’m a novice,” Angela said, barely audibly.

“A what?” Mick snapped.

“A novice,” she blurted. “I-I’m training to be a nun.”

“Okay,” Mick nodded. “Well we’re going to open up another career path for you, alright? We’re going to teach you how to fuck. Then when we’re done, if you decide you’d still like to be a nun after all, we’ll clean all our spunk out of you, give you some ointment for your sore cunt and let you go. Is that fair?”

Angela knew how babies were made, in theory at least, and so she had some tiny inkling of one of the many things these two men were about to do to her – but in her sheltered upbringing she’d never encountered the words “cunt” or “spunk”. In any case, she couldn’t answer: she opened her mouth, but the words died in her throat. Mick took that as a yes.

“Right, get your kit off and let’s have a butcher’s at you,” he said. Angela didn’t move.

“Your clothes,” Mick roared, impatiently. “Get your fucking clothes off.” When Angela remained frozen in terror and shock, he grabbed her by the front of her gown and brought her face up close to his.

“Listen, you stupid little bitch,” he said, “you may have been a nun when you went to bed last night, and you might be a nun again tomorrow, but today you’re a fuck-toy, and we’re gonna rape seven kinds of shit out of you. That’s gonna happen, like it or not. But if you don’t do as you’re told, we’re also gonna beat seven kinds of shit out of you. You probably won’t survive if we do both.”

Trembling like a leaf in a gale, Angela tried to get her gown off. It was awkward at the best of times, and it seemed to take forever. When it was still only halfway over her head the men were putting their hands up between her legs, hauling off her knickers and exploring the virgin territory beneath.

“Cute little snatch,” Jimmy said, stroking her cunt lips with his thick, blunt fingers.

“Nice arse, too,” Mick said, poking at the little puckered rosebud of her bumhole. “Fuck, this is gonna be great!”

They threw Angela’s gown down on the floor, and her bra followed a moment later. Last to come off was the silver crucifix that hung around her neck. Jimmy took this off, and waved it over her in a jockey benediction. “For what we are about to receive,” he said with a lecherous grin, “may the Lord make us truly thankful.”

Her big breasts delighted them, and soon they were both licking on her nipples as they continued to play with her nether holes. Angela tried to explain to them, in a quavering voice, that a nun was married to Christ.

“It’s alright,” Mick reassured her. “We don’t want to marry you – just have a fuck on you.”

Under her terrified gaze, the two men got their own clothes off. Then they shoved her to her knees on the floor between them and brandished their huge erections in front of her face. “Get sucking,” Jimmy ordered her.

Angela just barely knew what a penis was. She had never seen one in her whole life, and the sight of these two monstrous, turgid hard-ons was absolutely terrifying to her. She simply had no mental model of what Jimmy was telling her to do.

So Mick helped her out by grabbing a handful of her hair and shoving her face down into Jimmy’s crotch.

“Lick it,” he growled. “Lick his knob.”

Gingerly, flinching inwardly, Angela stuck out her tongue and lapped at the bulbous head of Mick’s huge penis. It tasted sour, and smelled very strongly of sweat and musk. Mick gave a grunt of satisfaction at the initial contact, but soon got impatient with Angela’s timid ministrations. He told her curtly to take it in her mouth and suck on it. Angela obeyed, a single tear of dismay running down her cheek. She wanted to please her captors, because she didn’t want them to hurt her, but she had so little idea what they wanted of her. She suspected with a sinking heart that her best wouldn’t be good enough.

After a few minutes, Mick grabbed her head and pulled her over so that her face was in his lap. His colossal erection stood up in her face so that she was staring straight down the barrel of it.

“My turn,” he leered. “Come on, Sister. Get sucking.”

Both men continued to snap out instructions at her, and she obeyed as best she could. Soon she was wanking both shafts at once as her head bobbed on Mick’s, his broad, swollen glans going backwards and forwards between her lips.

Jimmy picked up the remote and they turned the TV on, because there was a race coming up that he’d placed a bet on. They watched the pre-race coverage happily, drinking a can of Tennants Special while Angela orally pleasured their increasingly straining hard-ons.

Poor Angela’s head was spinning from the musky smell of the men’s cocks and from the enormity of what she was doing. Was it even possible to be a bride of Christ after you’d had a penis in your mouth? Were these two gigantic fuck-sticks shutting her off from salvation? She wanted desperately to ask Sister Bridget about it, but knew that even if she ever saw Sister Bridget again she’d never be able to find the words.

Then the race came on, and Jimmy’s horse took an early lead. He got excited, and in his excitement he grabbed hold of Angela’s head. “Come on, Mother’s Boy,” he roared, shoving her face down further on his cock. “Come on, Mother’s Boy! You can do it!” Angela tried to breathe around the gigantic organ that was filling her mouth, but it was hard – particularly when Jimmy started shoving her head roughly up and down, using her mouth as a wanking implement to help him deal with the excitement and tension.

But Mother’s Boy went down at the last fence, and Jimmy was not pleased.

“Fuck!” he cursed. “That’s fifty quid down the sodding drain!”

“Never mind,” Mick consoled him. “Let’s go on upstairs.

You’ll feel better after you’ve shagged this bitch.”

“Yeah.” Jimmy cheered up. “Come on, Sister. Let’s get stuck in.”

They half-led, half-carried her upstairs into the main bedroom, and shoved her down on the bed. This wasn’t actually a house in which either Mick or Jimmy lived – it was one of the flophouses their whores used, although this one was currently unoccupied and they knew they weren’t going to be disturbed. The dingy bedroom had no furniture except for the bed itself and a single chest of drawers. The curtains were nailed closed.

Jimmy started licking on Angela’s tits again, and after a while Mick joined him on the other one. At the same time, both of them were groping between her legs. Angela gasped as one of Mick’s fingers probed her tight little vaginal slit – then yelled aloud as Jimmy bit down hard on her nipple.

The yell annoyed Jimmy, and he smacked her hard across the face. “You keep your fucking voice down,” he warned her. “If anyone comes snooping around because of your noise, I’ll stick one fist up your cunt and the other up your arse.”

Angela quavered into silence, but made a series of little gasping bleats as both men continued to chew and bite on her shapely tits. This turned them on a hell of a lot, and soon they were ready to shag her. They debated briefly about who was going to bust her cherry. In the end they tossed a coin and Mick won.

He spread her legs roughly, then got down in between them and hooked her pussy lips open with his thumbs. Hawking up some phlegm, he spat three or four times into her cunthole by way of lubrication.

Then he got on top of her and positioned his dick up against her vaginal lips. He pushed, and pushed again, grunting with the effort. Jimmy watched, amazed.

Mick’s erection was a good ten inches long, and extremely thick – grown women had sometimes winced when they had to take it. To see it pressing against the immature fanny gash of this innocent little girl made Jimmy’s own cock twitch in sympathetic arousal. Angela cried out in shock and pain and fear. As yet Mick hadn’t even entered her, but his bulbous knob was stretching her cuntlips apart.

He shoved again and the knob began to slide into her. Her head swam. She had never felt a pain quite like it.

“Bleeding Nora!” Mick grunted. “She’s tight as a drum.”

“I’m sure you’ll loosen her up,” Jimmy said, with an evil chuckle.

Mick put more of his weight into it, and his colossal prong slid inch by inch up Angela’s virgin slit. She gave a gasping, shuddering moan that broke up into incoherent, broken noises that she didn’t even recognise as her own voice.

“Fucking lovely!” Mick panted – and he rammed home.

Angela fainted at this point. The sheer pain of the obscene physical invasion – the ramming of such a gigantic shaft of rampant cock-flesh up into her body – was too much for her senses to bear. When she came to again, she found that Mick was on top of her, fucking her hard up the cunt. It was still agonising – but it had come down from that unendurable peak of agony. Either the blood from the busting of her cherry or some slick of cunt juice that her body had made in response to this unexpected emergency had lubricated her, and the monster cock was sliding in and out of her gash more freely.

Poor Angela couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Her mind just refused to translate the incredible sensations coming from between her legs into anything that made sense to her. A gigantic, rigid pole was pillaging her tender fuck-tube – a blood-gorged battering ram topped by a swollen knob like an avenging fist, hammering at the entrance to her womb. She gasped and groaned and thrashed on the bed, drifting in an out of consciousness as her senses were overwhelmed by the cruel assault on her virginity.

Jimmy was too aroused to just stand by and watch any more. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Angela’s face. He shoved his knob and half his shaft into her mouth and commenced to fuck her face with frantic thrusts. He was too far gone to care about how the innocent child would cope with his massive hard-on. He just needed an orifice to fuck, and he treated her mouth exactly as he would have treated her vagina. He cut loose and fucked away at her like a maniac, cramming his mighty prong between her parted lips and deep into her gullet.

Amanda was in a desperate plight now. Her breath had already been knocked out of her by Mick’s brutal slam- fucking of her tender cunt. Now she had a giant hard-on shoved so deeply into her mouth that some of it was past her tonsils, and this cock too was fucking her hard and fast. Her lips were stretched tight around the pounding, pumping shaft as it punch-fucked the back of her throat.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even exercise the muscles that she’d need to use to take a breath. She felt that she was going to die there on the bed, with the two men bouncing up and down on top of her, ferociously driving their huge columns of gristle into her vagina and her throat. Blackness swam behind her eyes…

Then respite came as Mick said “Want to change ends?”

Jimmy pulled his blood-heavy prong out of Angela’s face.

“Yeah,” he panted. “I’ve got to have a go up her cunt.”

The two men swapped places. Angela was breathing in shallow, shuddering pants. As Jimmy straddled her face she stared up at him, her frightened eyes pleading.

“Pl-please!” she blurted. “I c-can’t breathe when you… when you put your thing in my!”

“Oh stop whining, you fucking little whore,” Mick grunted, and he crammed his huge, thick dick into her face. Angela gave a muffled whimper around the obscenely bloated cock. It was going to start again. The torture was going to start all over again. “Breathe through your nose,” Mick advised her tersely, and he started in to fuck her face.

Jimmy shoved her knees up against her tits so he could get a good look at her cunt. “Pretty as a picture,” he smirked.

“We’ll take pictures later,” Mick panted, humping away on the hapless little girl’s face. “Right now I want to get my end away.”

Jimmy got between Angela’s legs and shoved his engorged cock up her in one brutal thrust. Soon both men were fucking the innocent young novice in tandem, timing their thrusts so that they didn’t get in each other’s way as they enjoyed her.

The two men were swept away by lust now. They were scarcely aware that this was a living, breathing human being underneath them: each had his turgid cock sunk to the hilt in a warm, moist orifice, and each fucked furiously away at it, only concerned with the pleasure they were getting from those welcoming holes. Angela lay beneath them, filled at both ends with their colossal hard-ons, fucked and raped and pummeled until she didn’t know which way was up.

Mick and Jimmy were very much into rape, and had taken scores of young girls against their will. But there was something about the beauty and innocence of this young trainee nun that inspired them to new peaks of sadistic pleasure. They gloried in her helplessness and in the sheer brutality of what they were doing to her.

“You dirty whore,” Mick grunted, as he slammed his cock deep into her throat. “You dirty, cocksucking whore. Fucking eat it! Eat my meat, you cunthole bitch!”

Angela gave a dazed gurgle of protest. It was barely audible above the squeaking bedsprings, the rustle of cloth and Mick’s stream of invective, but faint as it was it seemed to galvanise him even more. “You love it,” he roared, dropping his full weight onto her face so that his cock was jammed agonisingly against the back of her throat. “You fucking love it!”

“I’m gonna come!” Jimmy groaned, and then with a yell of delight he hosed Angela’s cervix with gout after gout of sperm, shooting off what felt like a pint of cum inside her. Angela felt that warm squirting sensation deep in her belly, and in amongst the pain and the shock she realised that she wasn’t a virgin any more. A man had emptied his seed into her vaginal hole. She was tainted now, no longer pure.

Mick generally had more staying power, but Angela’s hapless moans and the moist, caressing feel of her throat membranes was too much to him. With a final yell of “Oh fuuuuck!” he fired off his load into her mouth. His orgasm was so intense that it was almost painful.

Squirt after squirt of thick, ropey cum fired from his knob and filled Angela’s mouth. She swallowed and it filled again. The taste and the feel of the stuff were like nothing she had ever known before. It was so thick and viscous that it was hard to get it down, and it had a salty bitterness that made her choke. This was semen, she realised: the fluid from which babies were made. She was drinking a man’s semen as he ejaculated it directly into her mouth.

Finally the two men climbed off her. “Wow!” said Jimmy, with a whistle. “That was a great fuck.”

“Yeah,” Mick agreed. “She’s not a bad ride. Let’s go get a drink. We can screw her again later maybe.”

They didn’t bother to tie Angela up or gag her. They were only going downstairs, and there was nowhere she could go. Mick only warned her that if she screamed for help she’d regret it. “This is a flophouse,” he told her. “The neighbours know what goes on here. Most of them use our girls pretty regularly. They’re not going to help you. But we got to be discreet. So you just lie there and shut the fuck up until we come back.”

Angela heard their steps retreating and going away down the stairs. She was too spent and too badly hurt to respond much.

Over the course of the next hour she recovered slowly. Her vagina felt as if it had been sand-blasted. It was sore and swollen and it hurt when she touched it. It was full of thick, gooey spunk which was oozing out into her bum-crack. Her lips were swollen too from the brutal fucking they’d received, and her lower lip was slightly split. There wasn’t a part of her body that didn’t hurt.

And her mind hurt too, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her. Two men had made love to her. No, had sex with her. No, not that, even – fucked her.

They’d put their penises in her vagina, and in her mouth. They’d used her to bring themselves to orgasm, and then they’d – – She swallowed hard, and her eyes filled with tears as she tasted the sharp, bitterness of Mick’s spunk in her mouth. To lose all her innocence at once, in the course of one nightmare afternoon… It seemed hard.

Perhaps she slept. Whether she did or not, they were suddenly there again. Mick and Jimmy. Her rapists. They climbed onto the bed on either side of her and thrust their limp cocks at her mouth. She smelled beer on Mick’s breath as he belched.

“Come on, slut,” he said. “Give us some head to get us started.”

The wretched girl had to suck the two men’s cocks again until they were fully erect and ready for use. They were clearly going to rape her again, and this time would be worse because she was already so sore.

It took a while to get Mick and Jimmy hard again. They were powerfully turned on by their little nun whore, but they’d had a few beers and they’d fucked her good and hard only an hour before. When they were still only half-hard after a few minutes of sucking and licking, they began to get frustrated.

“Fucking useless bitch!” Mick snarled, shoving Angela’s head down hard between his legs. “Take it all in, slut. Deep throat me. Stop pissing around.”

Angela didn’t have the vocabulary to explain that she couldn’t deep throat a semi-wilting cock – it simply wouldn’t go all the way into her face. She sucked at the shaft as best she could, tasting her own cunt juice and drying spunk around its tip and under its hood. It wasn’t enough. Mick wasn’t getting any harder.

“Alright,” he said at last. “You asked for it, bitch.”

He dragged Angela off the bed and walked out of the room, hauling her after him. At the other end of the landing there was a small bathroom. He dragged her in there and shoved her down on her knees next to the toilet. As Jimmy came in after them and closed the door, she stared up into Mick’s brutal, smirking face with big, frightened eyes. She knew something terrible was about to happen, but she didn’t know what.

He aimed his cock at her face. She was expecting to be told to suck him again, but he didn’t say anything. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a powerful spurt of piss came streaming out of his knob and showered down on her face.

Angela gasped and flinched, ducking away from the warm spray, but Mick grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. “Stay put,” he growled, “and open your fucking mouth.”

He continued to piss over her face, and Angela had to bear it as best she could. But she couldn’t bring herself to open her mouth and let Mick urinate directly into it. Her heart was beating like a hammer. She had been ready, or thought she was ready, for another rape, but this was an entirely different kind of violation and nothing that had happened so far had prepared her for it.

The stream stopped momentarily, and Mick bent from the waist to thrust his face up close to hers. “I won’t warn you again,” he said. “You open your mouth, because I’m going to use you as a toilet. And if you don’t drink my piss and then thank me for it, you’re never going to see the other nuns again.”

She heard the steel in his voice and knew that it would be madness to anger him. She opened her mouth.

Mick grunted softly as he released his hold on his bladder once again, and another jet of piss hit Angela squarely in the eyes. Then he took proper aim and the warm yellow torrent was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Tears were running freely down her face, but Mick’s urine washed them away, unseen.

She gulped and swallowed desperately. There was so much of it – pints and pints and pints of it. She kept swallowing but there was always more. She felt sick, bloated, but Mick was still hosing her face with more and more of his piss. All she could do was drink.

At long last, though, the flood slackened off. Mick shook his dick one last time and grinned lecherously down at Angela. “I always like doing that,” he said. “You should try it some time, Jimmy.”

“I’m gonna try it now,” said Jimmy, sounding as if he was in a trance. He’d never been into watersports, but seeing this innocent little girl drinking Mick’s piss had turned him on more than he would ever have imagined. He came over and stood in front of Angela. He shoved his cock into her mouth without preamble. Then, holding her head firmly in both hands, he let go and started to piss directly into her mouth.

Angela moaned in dismay and began once more to gulp and swallow as her mouth filled again with a jetting, turbulent stream of male piss. Jimmy sighed in happiness. Emptying his bladder into the young nun’s pretty face was a powerfully erotic experience.

He’d had a lot of beer, and he continued to urinate down Angela’s throat for a long time. By the time he’d finished, her head was swimming and her belly felt painfully taut.

Then they hauled her back into the bedroom and got stuck in, now thoroughly aroused and only too eager to fuck her. Mick took her up the cunt and Jimmy shoved his dick into her mouth, and they both humped away at her with groans of delight. Angela felt sick and dizzy. She’d swallowed two or three pints of their piss and it was still sloshing around inside her as the two huge cocks pillaged her mouth and vagina. She was terrified that she might actually throw up as Jimmy’s cock plunged in and out of her throat: she might choke on her own vomit if she did.

But she managed to keep the contents of her stomach in check, even when Jimmy groaned and blew off an enormous wad of sperm down her throat. It mixed very queasily with the urine that she’d already swallowed, but it stayed.

Mick, however, was still in the mood for fresh thrills. He pulled out of her snatch and rolled her over on her stomach.

“Get the jelly,” he told Jimmy.

Jimmy crossed the room, rummaged in the chest of drawers for a moment and came back with a tube of KY. Mick got some on his finger and jammed his finger up Angela’s arse. Taken by surprise, she gasped and moaned as Mick poked his finger in and out of her little arsehole. But the assault was over very quickly, and she was about to relax when suddenly she felt the massive, swollen head of Mick’s cock pressing against her bum crack.

She realised what was about to happen a second before it did. She opened her mouth to scream, but Jimmy was too quick for her and clamped his hand over her mouth. All she could do was give an urgent, grinding moan as Mick forced his gigantic cock right up her arse into her guts.

It felt like she was splitting in two. The pain was indescribable – like a red hot poker going right up inside her, setting her whole body on fire. And then it got worse as he started to bugger her.

Distantly, through the veils of agony, she heard Mick say “This is fucking great!”

How long he grunted and pumped behind her she never knew. It felt like an eternity. But finally warm wetness flooded her innards and he pulled out. She collapsed onto the bed, shivering with the after- effects of the vicious anal deflowering.

“What do you fancy for dinner?” Jimmy asked Mick, as he wiped his shit-smeared cock on Angela’s gown.

“Could go down the Crown and Anchor,” Mick suggested.

“Depends if you want to do her again,” said Jimmy.

“Do her when we get back. We can tie her to the bed or something.”

And that was what they did. They got some rope and strips of cloth and tied Angela’s hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. Then they shoved her knickers into her mouth and wrapped some strips of cloth around her face before binding it tight so she couldn’t make a sound.

“We’ll just be an hour or so,” Jimmy told her. “Keep quiet, okay? We’ll probably let you go after we’ve shagged you a couple more times.”

Then they walked out of the room, and a minute or so later she heard the door slam.

Angela lay in the silent room as the evening wore on. She definitely dozed this time, exhausted from the brutal abuse her body had received. She woke when the door slammed again, and she heard voices downstairs. Unfamiliar voices. Her heart leapt as she realised that the police must have come. Someone had heard the sounds from the flophouse and called 999. She was going to be rescued.

Then Mick and Jimmy walked into the room with three other men, who all looked down at her with eager, lustful expressions.

“A fucking nun?” one of them asked.

“A trainee nun,” said Jimmy. “Sort of a nunette.”

“Heere, what do you get if you cross a nun with an Apple iMac?”

“I dunno,” said Mick.

“A computer that never goes down on you.”

The three new men – whose names, Angela learned as they talked, were Don, Dave and Leo – all handed over money to Mick and Jimmy, who then left the room.

Then they took their clothes off, untied Angela and got stuck into raping her.

All three men had gigantic cocks, and the first thing they wanted was for her to suck them off. They made her kneel on the floor and they took turns in her face, two men wanking while the third man presented his hard-on to her and groaned in lustful delight as she licked and sucked on it.

She was used to the musky, sweaty smell of cocks now, and to the way the men started to fuck her face as they got more excited. Soon she wasn’t really sucking them at all: they were just pumping their mighty organs in and out of her mouth, panting and gasping as they used her face to get themselves off.

Finally the first man, Don, groaned and filled her mouth with thick gouts of spunk. Then Dave and Leo made her go down on all fours on the bed and took her front and back, Dave shagging her up the twat while Leo continued to rape her face. After a while they changed ends, and Leo inserted his hard-on up her arse while Dave gave her a brutal throat-fuck. Both men finally chose to come in her mouth because they wanted to watch her face as they let go and pumped their spunk down her throat.

She hoped that they might have had enough after this, but of course they hadn’t. They wanted their money’s worth, and all three men raped her twice more before they left. By the time they were through with her, she was exhausted and in agony again, curled up on the bed with semen oozing out of her cunt and arse to puddle between her legs. They thanked her for a good time and left in high spirits. For only fifty quid apiece they’d just had some of the best sex of their lives.

Mick and Jimmy came back into the room, rolled her over onto her back and just took her where she lay, Mick brutally copulating with her mouth while Jimmy buggered her with great enthusiasm. She hardly noticed. She was drifting in and out of consciousness now, floating on an endless, disturbing dream of massive cocks and endless abuse.

After wards, Mick and Jimmy took her back into the bathroom, where they gave her a very thorough scrubbing down in the bath, taking good care to douche her cunt and arse first with soap and then with detergent. They knew she’d never be able to find her way back to the house, but if she went to the police they wanted to be sure there’d be no genetic evidence that they’d ever shagged her.

They drove her back to King’s Cross at about 4.00AM, and shoved her out of the car halfway up St. Pancras Road. Mick threw her clothes out after her and they drove off. They kept her crucifix as a souvenir of the occasion, because this had been a fuck they wanted to remember.

In due course Angela was found and taken to King’s Cross police station, in a state of near-shock from the spectacular abuse she’d suffered. A few days in a church hospital off Holborn Kingsway took care of the physical damage – or at least the worst of it. Her cunt was still very swollen, and it hurt her to pee for the next two weeks. And she continued to walk with a slight limp for a month because of the internal bruising caused by having so many oversized cocks up her arse.

But the psychological effects of the rape were hard to shake off. Angela couldn’t manage to get back to the calm, peaceful relationship she’d had with Christ before she went to London: memories of gigantic hard- ons pounding away between her legs, of the bitter taste of spunk pumping onto her tongue, came into her mind unbidden when she prayed.

Six months after the gang bang, she stole some money from Sister Bridget’s money box, went back up to London on an overnight train and hung around King’s Cross station until two big black men approached her and asked her how much she charged. “It’s free,” she told them timidly. “But I want you to wee on me afterwards.”

When she returned to the convent the next day, her cunt and rectum full of cum, smelling like a men’s toilet, she told Sister Bridget that she was leaving the order.

She’s working for Mick and Jimmy now, and she’s one of their most popular girls. She’ll do it in a nun’s uniform if you ask her to, and none of the punters realise that it’s the real thing.

THE END