Feature Writer: Harry Perkins
Feature Title: Dungeon Nun
Published: Page Design Copyright © 1998-2011, Mr Double, ALL Rights Reserved Stories Copyright respective authors.
Story Codes: Religious Fetish, Satanic, Rape, NC, WS
Author’s Notes: Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the protective environment of the home, to the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide-often involuntarily-what to do with one’s life. Transitions all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions. In this frank novel, a young nun is faced with changes which greatly affect her view of the world, as well as her relationship with the church. “Dungeon Nun” is the story of a nun who, while striving to follow her faith, discovers that sometimes things happen in the world over which neither she nor her God seem to have any control. Society condemns her, but is she really guilty? A work of fiction, true, but one which holds a message for us all.
Dungeon Nun
CHAPTER ONE
“What the holy fuck are you doing here?”
The gruff voice rose unexpectedly behind the nun from the shadows of the candle-lit room, and Sister Mary Celeste stiffened at the sound. No one else was supposed to be at the old Marsten Mansion, Father Flannigan had assured her of that, so the demanding voice caught her completely by surprise. Slowly, she turned, her head pivoting in fear as the stiff cloth of her long traditional black habit rustled in the silent clinging air.
“It’s a goddamn nun!” the rasping male voice exclaimed, “What’s a fucking nun doing in a place like this?”
At the moment, Sister Mary Celeste was wondering the same thing. Evil seemed to hang over the entire place like a dark shroud, and she would have never set foot inside the dank stone walls if her duty to her faith hadn’t led her there at the instructions of the monsignor. Just the feel of the air where so much depraved sex and violence occurred in the past was enough to chill her beneath her habit and robe, and almost frighten droplets of piss into the coarse black cotton panties that she wore.
A sinewy man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway into the dusty library where she stood, and Sister Mary Celeste had to keep herself from gasping aloud. He wore no shirt and muscles rippled across his hairy chest and along his thick arms, but the bulging that she noticed most was the one in the front of the tight jeans that he wore. The entire crotch of the denim was pushed out of shape as if the garment had been stuffed with several pounds of heady meat.
Visions of hairy heavy balls and a thick cock weaseled into Mary Celeste’s mind as memories from her youth flooded into her and greased her cunt with pussy juice. She could almost smell the muskiness of her father’s crotch as she had only a few short years ago when he had set his naked ass on her budding tits and shoved his brutal, hard prick into her face. Saliva slickened her mouth now at the memory of how he had shoved the cock head between her unwilling lips and fucked her face until his cum had shot down her inexperienced throat. It had happened only once, but the emotions and desires that had been ignited in the teenaged girl had been enough to chase her into the convent and the sisterhood, where faith and religion could keep her mind from rutting sex.
But now, only a year after the end of her novitiate, the sight of the jeans grasping and outlining the man’s fuck meat was threatening to make those emotions arise again.
“You see something you want, Sister?” the man laughed crudely as he noticed her staring at the bulge of his confined cock, “Maybe you bitches in black got more on your mind than saying your daily prayers.”
Sister Mary Celeste backed away from him until her ass cheeks bumped against the edge of the long table in the library. She ripped her eyes away from his crotch and up to his evil grin, finding little solace in his expression. The fingers of her right hand sought out the simple gold band that she wore on the other hand to symbolize her commitment to Jesus. It gave her the strength to finally speak.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a voice that had little breath.
“That’s what I asked you?” he retorted, moving a couple of steps farther into the room.
“The church owns this place,” Mary Celeste replied, her ass pushing fruitlessly against the edge of the table as she tried to distance herself from the man, “I’m here to catalog the library before it is removed.”
“Trying to keep it out of evil hands, huh?” The bulky man laughed and took a couple more steps toward the frightened nun, “Is that the reason you’re wearing that old-fashioned robe and hood? Trying to protect yourself from the wickedness while you’re here?”
“Please,” Mary Celeste begged, fear gripping her.
“Is that an invitation?” he chided her as his right hand fell to his crotch and rubbed his cock and balls through the heavy material.
Her eyes were drawn to it as if the motion were a magnet, and she stared fearfully as the bulge beneath his fingers amazingly grew even larger.
“I ain’t never seen me any nun’s pussy,” the man breathed, excitement beginning to creep into his voice as he stroked his prick, “Maybe this place does have an effect.”
He was on her before she could protest, thick fingers wrapping around her delicate wrists as he forced her down onto the top of a table. Her body twisted under him as he pinned her with the weight of his chest. The heat from his masculine body pulsed through her robe and seemed to sear her skin. A hard thigh ground into the material covering her cunt, igniting sparks of sensation through her pussy.
Her veil had been caught under her body as she was forced onto the table and, as she struggled, it tugged at the mantle of the habit and the wimple that outlined her young face. His mouth roughly covered hers, his sour breath mixing with the freshness of hers. A thick tongue forced itself between her lips. A rough hand pawed at her right titty through the black cloth. The tongue pistoned between her teeth as if fucking her mouth.
Sister Mary Celeste thrashed beneath the burden of his body, fighting frantically against the threatened rape. The traditional habit that she had worn a protection against the evil of the old mansion now worked against her, binding her efforts while offering little defense for her quivering flesh. Already one of his hands had worked past the anklet hosiery and onto the bare skin of her thigh.
“No!” she squealed, expelling her tongue from her mouth.
A violent twist of her body tumbled him to the table top beside her and the young nun quickly jerked herself to her feet on the floor. His right hand was still locked onto her left wrist and he was pulled to his feet with her, so Mary Celeste only managed one step away before he whirled her back around. Her ass-cheeks jolted against the edge of the table at the same time his left hand hammered deeply into her stomach.
Air exploded from her lungs as his fist slammed deeply into her abdomen and the young nun slumped heavily to her knees on the thick but worn carpet covering the stone floor. Dizziness from the blow whirled through her mind, and she felt as if she were about to pass out. Her hands caught her and propped herself up, for a minute not even knowing where she was. The veil was draped over one shoulder. Her face was almost as white as the veil that surrounded it.
Slowly her mind cleared and the first thing she saw was the man’s bare feet, dirt and dust from the old mansion marring the skin. The snap of a belt buckle brought her eyes upward to where the man’s hands worked at the metal buttons of his fly. A chasm parted the cloth from the waistband as each button was slowly undone, and the black hair of his bare stomach spread to form kinky cock hair that was slowly exposed. Thick fingers dipped into the opening, lifting meaty balls and fleshy prick outward until they dangled only a foot from her face.
“Here’s what you couldn’t keep your eyes off from before, bitch!” he hissed down at her as he cradled the semi-hard prick in the palm of one hand, “Look at it good because it’s what’s going to fuck the shit out of that nun’s pussy you keep hidden behind that black cloth!”
Mary Celeste could hardly believe her eyes. The slab of fuck meat was only partially swollen and was already as long as she remembered her father’s as being. Slowly the cock grew right in front of her face, the skin growing tighter as it stretched. Blue lines of veins began to show along its length, and the fist-like prickhead turned dark red with a tinge of raging purple. Now his cock stood out on its own, unsupported by his hand, and jerked in angry anticipation, aimed right for her head.
“You like that, don’t you, bitch?” He edged the end of his cock to within a couple of inches of her face, “It looks so goddamn good that maybe you ought to give it a kiss.”
“No!” she cried, turning her face to the side.
His right palm crashed into the side of her head, knocking her almost to the other side. Once again, it was her hand on the floor that kept her from tumbling to the carpet.
“Kiss my goddamn prick or I’ll knock you silly, then fuck it so far down your throat that it’ll choke you to death!”
He would do it. She knew that he would. Now she was more frightened of him than she had ever been of her father when he had fucked his own cock into her mouth. Whimpering, she leaned forward, her lips puckering to kiss the fleshy cock-knob right on the piss-slit at the very tip.
Warm and rubbery, not the least bit as she had imagined. Although his prick nearly glistened, it was dry but seemed to pulse beneath the surface of the flesh. Its touch to her parched lips was almost enticing, and she drew her face back before more could happen.
“No wonder you goddamn nuns don’t get fucked more often,” he snarled as one of his hands wrapped tightly in her veil at the back of her head, “You couldn’t turn on a sex maniac with a cock-kiss like that!”
Pressure grew on the back of her scalp as her face was forced back to his prick.
“Now lick your lips to wet them, then part them a little to get the tip of my prick against your teeth.”
Sister Mary Celeste did as she was told. Her face reddened with embarrassment at his suggestion that she-and the rest of her sisters-weren’t worth being fucked. She was a nun, but she was also a young woman.
The cock head bumped against her pearly teeth, her lips circling the tip of the throbbing prick. Almost unbidden, her tongue tentatively reached out and brushed the tiny piss-slit being pushed to her face by his hand on the back of her head.
“That’s right,” he hissed at the sensation, “Maybe there’s hope for you yet. Open your mouth and work that tongue all around the knob. Lick on my cock like it was a fucking ice-cream cone.”
The thought was revolting, but it was at least something she was familiar with from the single incident with her father. He also had forced her to lap on his cock meat like she was some sex-trained pet dog.
Her tongue licked at the under surface, from the ridge of the fleshy helmet to the opening of his piss-slit. Then her tongue swirled, coating the entire fuck-knob with her spit. The heady smell of male crotch filled her nose, tantalizing her.
There was little taste until the first drop of his precum dribbled into her mouth. The fleshy cock-knob itself was rubbery, far different in touch than when her tongue strayed onto the skin of the prick shaft. Fingers tugged at the back of her head, pulling her face slightly away. He shifted his weight and thrust with his hips, rubbing the shaft of the long thick prick up over her lips and nose. Then his hand pressed again, and her lips slid along the ridge of flesh on the underside of his prick. Her lips left a trail of saliva for its entire length, until they were finally forced onto the sac of his balls.
Hair tickled the tip of her tongue. Her mouth closed over one of his balls. It was sucked in onto her tongue, which stroked the ball through the skin tightened by her teeth. Then her lips widened, and she captured both balls inside her hot mouth.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, his free hand grabbing his cock shaft tightly in the fist, “Suck my goddamn nuts! Get them worked up to shoot jism right up your cunt!”
His words snapped Mary Celeste back to reality. How it must look-a nun in full traditional habit on her knees sucking the heavy balls of a randy man as he jerked his prick alongside her nose and forehead! And he was planning to force that thick cock into her virgin cunt!
Her jaws slackened and her mouth fell away from sucking his balls, but she didn’t know whether he truly noticed. At almost the same time, the hand wrapped into her veil at the back of her head snapped to the rear, pulling her face free from his groin. Hands grabbed her beneath the armpits and lifted her violently from the floor, only to slam her onto her back on the table. The edge of the wood cut across the top of her hips, leaving her feet and most of her ass dangling over the edge. It had all happened so fast that she didn’t react until the hem of her robe was forced upward clear to her face. Hands leaped under the garment, sliding quickly up her exposed thighs to claw at the black panties that covered her pussy and ass.
“No!” she shrieked as she fought to clear the garment from her face, “You can’t do this to me! I’m married to the church!”
“I bet the church doesn’t have as hard of a prick as this one!” he snarled, tearing the last of the material of her panties from her thighs. His body forced itself between her legs, parting the lips of her cunt and opening the inner surface of the juicy pussy to the air and his sight.
It was as if his eyes had actually touched her. The cool air of the room prickled the inner lips of her pussy and seemed to kiss the opening of her virgin fuck-hole. Mary Celeste gasped and jerked the cloth from her face. Her eyes sought his and found that they were locked onto the canyon of her cunt.
She was mortified. Not only from the fact of a strange man staring into her pussy, but from the juices that she knew was making her cunt glisten. The slickness that was greasing the pinkness of her inner cunt had flowed during their struggle and she knew what it must appear to his eyes.
“You goddamn hot-cunt bitch!” he cursed with an evil grin on his face, “That goddamn cunt of yours is just leaking pussy juices and can’t wait to be stuffed full of cock.”
“No, it’s not that way!” she cried, not knowing for sure whether she was trying to convince him or herself. The reaction of her body had come as a surprise, and she felt betrayed by her own flesh.
Something hot and hard bumped against the opening of her cunt. Her shoulders rose completely from the table as she arched up in a panic to see. Nestled into the wispy blonde cunt hair that surrounded her cunt was an angry, throbbing cock, a weapon poised and eager to pierce.
“Don’t stick it in me!” she screamed as the prick head drove slightly deeper between her spread inner pussy lips.
The pink flesh stretched painfully as the knob at the end of his cock wedged into her resisting cunt. The prick stopped, flush against something that was barring its way.
“It hurts!” Sister Mary Celeste wailed, her shoulders stiffened up as her head rolled from side to side to whisk her veil against the table.
She screamed from the tearing pain, something gave way and the man’s cock fucked on into her cunt.
She was skewered. It felt as if a sharpened spike had been forced up her cunt. The throbbing prick now fucked inside her, its way smoothed by her pussy juices and her own blood, which leaked down hotly across her ass-hole.
Each time the fleshy prick pierced her, Mary Celeste cried with new pain and torment. It was as if she were being sacrificed, her virgin cunt laid open and bleeding as the hot shaft of cock meat fucked also into her mind. Not only was her flesh being violated, also her vows were being ripped away, like her maidenhead by the rampaging prick.
“This is how a man fucks!” he growled as he fucked his prick with furious strokes into her battered pussy.
His words intruded onto the prayer her lips were mumbling as tears flowed across her cheeks from her eyes. No longer was she fighting it. The blood was the sigh of her submission. Her pussy and her ass crack were red with blood, and blood was puddling against the cheeks of her ass.
The knob of his cock head battered the end of her pussy channel with each firm fuck-stroke into her depths. The inner walls of her cunt tingled from the gliding pressure and the pain of the stretched opening of her cunt hole had finally faded away. Resistance only battered and bruised her pubic bone from the hammering of his own, so her body began to match the motions of the raping prick. With the deadening of pain, her body began to protect itself with more lubrication and a rhythm of its own. Although her mind could have never admitted it, her flesh was now fucking itself onto the cock.
“Jesus, you’re a hot-cunted bitch!” he growled, misinterpreting her movements, as his strokes began to lengthen and quicken, “Your steaming nun’s pussy is about to make me cum!”
His cock swelled ever larger inside the cunt’s grasp, and Mary Celeste’s hips bucked up to meet the final thrust of the marauding prick. Her pussy felt about to explode, and her body unconsciously sought relief. Then something hot and wet hit the end of her channel like a surge of fire, and it was more than she could stand.
“Noooo!” she moaned as her body trembled, then shook, lightning flashing through her ass-hole and cunt.
Flames ignited her guts, then spilled over into her mind. As male cum rocketed into her pussy for the very first time, Mary Celeste was confused about what was happening to her.
“By the way,” he chuckled, “My name is Joe.”
CHAPTER TWO
When Joe finally slid from her abused body, his still-swollen cock slurping wetly from her bloody and cum-filled cunt, Sister Mary Celeste said a silent prayer that the man’s depraved lusts had been satisfied and that she would be released.
Now, she knew better, naked skin against cold stone in the dungeon far underground, far from the library. An iron collar was snapped tightly around her neck, and her arms and legs were bound with heavy chains to metal clamps bolted to the stone floor. And, even worse, Joe was no longer alone standing there in front of her, leering down with eyes that almost pawed her naked tits and ass. With him was a man named Luke, who had appeared almost magically from the shadows once her initial rape was done.
The two men both wore only skin-tight jeans, but there the similarity ended. Joe was a massive individual with bulging muscles and chest, and black hair walked thickly down his entire front. The bushy hair on his head was equally dark and his skin was swarthy, with facial features that were heavy and crude as if chiseled from stone. He was at least four inches shorter than Luke but at least fifty pounds of solid muscle heavier than the taller, lanky man. As dark as Joe was, Luke was equally light-blonde hair that seemed to flow smoothly until its tips were only an inch from his shoulder. There was no hair on Luke’s chest and very little on his unshaven cheeks and chin. Cold blue eyes stared down at the captive nun.
The two men had stripped Mary Celeste of most of her habit before carrying her downstairs to the dungeon. Gone was her robe and underwear, leaving her body naked with only the mantle with its wimple and veil to — as Luke had said, “Lend an interesting touch,” — her face was framed in white with the blackness of the veil falling down her back only to the top of her hips. Otherwise, every square inch of her skin was open to their sight and touch.
Her tits swelled out firmly, succulent mounds the size and shape of halves of heavy grapefruit. The skin was pale, untouched in the convent by sun, tipped by nubby nipples in the center of darkish pink areolas that rested at the pinnacles of flesh. The fair skin also stretched tightly over her young body to fall to a flat stomach and the pale sprinkling of cunt hair that followed the line of her vertical pussy gash, now stained slightly red from the blood of her rape.
Luke hissed like a lanky snake as he used one of his bare feet to push her knees apart so he could get a better look at her cunt. Then, balancing on his toes, he sat down on his upraised heels to stare Sister Mary Celeste directly in the face.
“What the shit is a fucking nun doing in this hellhole?” he breathed menacingly from just a few inches away.
“The church owns it now,” Mary Celeste gasped in anxious reply, “A wealthy parishioner bought it so it couldn’t be used again for evil purposes. I’m supposed to catalog the library before it’s confined to the church vaults.”
“All by yourself, little one?” he demanded.
“Sister Grace is joining me tomorrow,” Mary Celeste answered.
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished for them back. But that chance was gone now, and the men would be prepared for the arrival of the young nun the following day. Guilt washed over Mary Celeste as she knew she had sealed her fellow sister’s fate to her own hellish plight.
“You hear that, Joe?” Luke said as he rose to stand next to his swarthy friend. “There’s another young nun’s pussy on her way here tomorrow. You got to break the cherry of this one, so the next one’s mine. And if there’s a third, maybe there’ll even be a little cunt for Crazy Eddie and that donkey dick of his.”
Crazy Eddie? Sister Mary Celeste wondered. Were there even more of these evil men lurking in the shadows?
“You sure she was a virgin when you fucked her?” Luke asked.
The words snapped the nun’s mind back to her present situation.
“Look at her cunt,” Joe replied. “It’s still red. And, besides, I’ve still got her virgin, maidenhead blood smeared on my dick.”
“You mean you didn’t have her lick it off?”
“Well,” Joe answered uncertainly, “she tongued it down before I fucked her. I wanted her cunt right then, not her goddamn throat.”
“Well.” Luke smiled, turning to face Mary Celeste again, “That dirty dick of my friend’s is a problem we’re going to correct right now. You got dirty nun’s blood all over it, so you’re going to have to lick every speck of it off.”
“No,” Mary Celeste moaned, her mind reeling with the shame of what he was going to force her to do.
Not only would she have to place a fleshy cock in her mouth, but his prick would be covered by the remnants of her own debasement. It was almost too much for the frightened, sexually-inexperienced nun to conceive.
Once again a belt buckle snapped open, and her eyes were drawn once again to the sight of Joe freeing his massive, hairy cock. His prick flopped out heavily into the air, covered by brown stains.
“Please don’t make me do that!” the nun begged, her hands groping around the stones beneath her as if trying to find some niche in which to hide.
All the protest earned was a ringing blow by the back of Luke’s hand across her right cheek.
“You use that mouth for sucking cock, not for talking,” Luke swore at her before turning back to the other man. “Get out of those damn jeans, Joe, and get over here and feed her some prick.”
Luke was obviously the boss between the two men, and Joe stripped from his single garment to stand naked several feet before the kneeling nun. Already his heavy prick was beginning to thicken and swell at the prospect of fucking her mouth. Luke had been right-leaving the veil and the white cloth that surrounded her face in place made it even more exciting to the hairy man. By the time he stepped forward, his cock was already jerking in anticipation and ready to rape the pussy of her mouth.
Flakes of her own dried blood flecked onto her tongue as Joe’s dirty cock drove past her lips and teeth to bump sharply against the back of Mary Celeste’s mouth. The musky smell of ball sweat and dried cum rose thickly from his crotch and matted cock hair as he fucked his prick into her face. Luke had ordered her to lick it, but Joe never gave her the chance. Excited by the remaining habit she still wore, he fucked her mouth like a cunt.
Mary Celeste’s knees ached where they pressed in-to the stone floor, and her fingers cramped from holding up her own weight.
“It’s almost as good as her goddamn cunt!” the heavyset man wailed as he fucked his prick into her sloshy spit.
Trying to swallow, the young nun unwittingly closed her mouth around his prick meat, and the new pressure almost drove him wild. No longer did Mary Celeste taste blood and dried cum. It was all she could do now to keep herself from being knocked to the floor.
Again and again, the fleshy apple of his cock head beat against the opening of her throat, like a hammer bashing into the cavity of her mouth. She, even in her inexperience, knew that such face-fucking couldn’t go on for long. Already the thickened cock-shaft had swelled even more as his hairy balls slapped under her chin.
“I’m going to cum in her goddamn mouth!” Joe howled as his balls gripped tightly up next to his prick.
Along her tongue, the tortured nun felt the pulse run the length of his cock, and a thick glob of sticky male cum blasted into the back of her mouth. She-almost gagged, then suddenly there was another pulse and another splat of the thick jism flowed in-to her mouth. She swallowed in self-defense, her throat sucking the swirling spunk down to her stomach a split second before a third squishy cum rocket bathed the back of her tongue.
Swallowing continually had locked her lips and tongue tightly to the spurting cock-meat in her mouth, and when Joe yanked his prick out, it was with a loud liquid pop. Still, his heavy balls weren’t through. There was one more thick blob of the milky jism to come and that blasted the young nun right in the face. Spunk splatted across the bridge of her nose, stinging her eyes with its drops before dribbling down both cheeks of her face. Its heat seemed to burn twin trails clear down to her cheeks.
Joe was still panting heavily when tears finally cleared the cum out of Mary Celeste’s eyes. He had fallen back onto the stone floor, his legs spread open with his shrinking cock across his sweaty balls.
The young nun was captured by the sight. It didn’t seem possible that the retreating tube of limp male flesh that now lay loosely on his hairy sac was the weapon that only minutes before had brutalized her mouth. And what was even more baffling to the girl of the cloth was that her own lips and tongue had been responsible for sucking out the blast that made the prick shrivel away. Perhaps if she would simply give them their way and satisfy them, they would desire no more of her pussy and mouth and would turn her loose.
In that hope, her head turned toward Luke. The taller man had stripped out of his jeans while Joe had been face-fucking her, and what she saw rising from the pale patch of cock hair chased away all thoughts of possibly having an easier time. The throbbing rod of cock-meat was fully as thick as Joe’s, but was at least two or three inches longer. At least ten inches of prick were jerking in her direction, and his cock looked harder than steel.
“Damn!” he hissed. “I ain’t never seen no nun suck dick like that! It makes me want some of that holy cock-sucking too. Only I ain’t so much in a hurry to crash my rocks like Joe was, Sister. I want to get every inch of this face-fucker down that goddamn throat of yours!”
The idea shocked Mary Celeste too much to even protest. He couldn’t mean what he had said! The cock that he was waving at her was so thick that she doubted whether her fingers would even wrap completely around it if it was lying in the palm of her hand. Fucking into her mouth was one thing-and even that had hurt her jaws when Joe had done it-but there was no way that she would ever be able to swallow such a prick down into her neck.
Luke flipped her over onto her stomach, then dragged a small rug over for his knees. As he knelt in front of her, the young nun wished she had the protection of the carpet for herself. When the man pushed her onto her stomach, he also turned her, wrapping the chains tightly around her body to hold her to the floor. Already her knees were scraped and bruised from the mouth-fuck by Joe, and now her firm but tender titties were scraping against the rough stone. Luke grabbed her beneath the chin and hauled her shoulders up.
Quickly the knob of his cock head was slapping against her cheeks. He held his prick at the base like a club, banging first into one side of her face and then the other. Then he slowly traced the shape of her face.
“It’s almost like you’re giving me a target,” he said as he completed the circle drawn by his prick beneath her chin. Then the fleshy cock-knob at the end bumped into her clenched lips. “And that’s the bull’s eye. Now open your goddamn face-pussy so I can fuck myself some throat.”
She tried to resist, clenching her teeth tightly together, but Luke placed both of his thumbs into the corners of her lips. He worked them back to her jaws, then slowly forced her mouth painfully open. Both the top and the bottom surfaces of the fuck monster scraped against her teeth as he pressed on-to her tongue.
“If you bite, I’m going to bust out every one of those goddamn. teeth with my fists,” he swore at her. “And then I’ll beat those plump titties of yours into a pulp.
There was no doubt in her mind he would do it, so she resolved herself to once again having a prick in her mouth. For the fourth time in her life, she was being fed hot fuck-meat, and for the third time between her teeth. But this time it threatened to be different. The horny man planned to shove the bulky cock-shaft clear down her throat!
The first strokes were gentle ones in contrast to what was to come. The thick cock head brushed across her tongue lightly and only barely touched the top of her mouth. When the prick bumped against the opening to her throat, it was a soft touch almost as if trying to feel out the entrance before forcing its way through.
After the blood and dried cum from Joe’s prick, Luke’s tasted almost clean although there was the slight saltiness of crotch sweat to tease the taste buds of her tongue. The rubberiness of the cock head surprised her once again. It was as if she was sucking on a small pliant ball that gave slightly to the pressure of her mouth.
The cock head was shaped like a helmet. Beneath, the actual cock-knob was split by a ridge pointing upward toward the tiny piss slit in the end. As it pulled out to her lips, her tongue unconsciously followed it, playing around with the prick head as if it were some newfound toy. The swollen cock-knob was bigger than the prick shaft that followed, a ridge of rubbery flesh that fell down to the more naturally feeling skin.
The cock-shaft itself was so swollen with excitement that she could feel the veins with her tongue. One bulging strand seemed to circle the top only an inch below the cock head, but the largest of the heavy blue lines ran diagonally near the base. Mary Celeste traced them with the tip of her tongue.
Along the under surface of the prick shaft was a ridge of hard flesh that seemed to form the spine for the whole length. It was this that glided wetly along her tongue as the prick burrowed to the back of her mouth.
“Oh, shit!” Luke groaned as he fucked his prick into her face, “You suck cock like you were made for it.”
The words startled Mary Celeste. She had always considered that she had been born to the church, but maybe there was another instinct hiding within her flesh.
The veil draped loosely across her left shoulder and the bumping of Luke’s abdomen against her forehead had pushed the wimple slightly out of place. For a second, as his cock strokes continued to lengthen and quicken, she wished the rest of the habit had been stripped out of place. But as the facefucking heightened, her mind was forced back into place. She was a nun, married to her God, and she was being brutally raped by a prick in her mouth.
“Goddamn, you’ve got the mouth of a whore!” Luke hissed as he fucked his cock roughly into the back of her mouth.
The fucking had slowly turned into a pounding, and Mary Celeste no longer had time for thought or prayer. All she could do now was brace herself the best she could on her elbows and try to cushion the blows of the cock head to the back of her mouth. The huge fuck monster had swollen even more between her jaws and now forced her mouth completely open. The longer he fucked her face, the bigger his cock seemed to grow until she felt like she was trying to suck the prick of a horse.
“It’s time!” the raging rapist growled and grabbed the back of her head.
His cock head rammed into the back of her mouth and burrowed at the opening to her throat.
The young nun’s heart almost stopped. He was actually going to try to force the massive cock down into her throat!
“Open up, bitch!” Luke snarled as he pulled on the back of her head with both hands, “I’m going to shove it clear down into your guts!”
It was like trying to push a telephone pole into a pinhole. There just wasn’t room! Fear tore through the young girl’s mind. He was going to rip the opening of her throat.
The pressure on the back of her head was intense. All the force was transferred to the very end of his prick. The tip compressed, and the young nun could feel that small bit of cock meat nudge its way into her gullet. The pain was like fire burning the back of her mouth as her throat muscles were pushed out of shape and half of the fleshy helmet of his cock was rammed into the narrow tube of her throat. She sucked needed breaths through her nose, afraid that air too would be quickly cut off and that she would choke.
Then, with a mighty heave, the entire knob of the bulky prick head popped into her throat. It was as if she had swallowed a lemon whole and it had lodged in the opening of her throat.
“Here it comes!” the man shouted and jerked even harder on the back of her head.
Half of the mighty shaft of the cock forced itself into her gullet, shutting down her breath and bulging out the muscles of her neck. Once that breach had been made, the rest followed quickly. Every inch of his beastly fucker jammed into her mouth and throat. Ten inches of throbbing cock disappeared beyond her lips, and her nose and chin were buried in the pale prick hair of his groin. His pubic bone roughly ground against the tip of her nose, and his heavy balls slapped her chin.
“That’s so goddamn tight it feels like a vise is squeezing my prick!” Luke shouted and began to fuck his cock in her throat.
The grip of her gullet was so intense that she could feel every bump and ridge of his prick in her neck. Muscles bulged visibly in waves with the progress of the cock head inside her throat, and the young nun was quickly light-headed from lack of air. If he didn’t hurry up and cum, she would be strangled to death.
Frantically, she pushed her face and body toward him to meet the throat-fucking thrusts of his prick. Her only chance of survival was to make him blow his balls quickly, to get the monster out of her throat. It was the only way her panicked body knew to get air, so she deep-throated the spearing cock like a demon from hell.
Their movements were like a whirlwind-the man pumping himself toward a roaring cum and the young nun throat-fucking for her very life. Seconds seemed like eternities to both of them as the massive cock buried in the girl’s neck swelled to unbelievable size. Then pulses ran like waves as his balls began to spurt great blasts of spunk. Inside the tight throat, globs of the sticky, milky jism jetted out and washed clear down to her stomach. Again and again, the fleshy volcano erupted its searing lava into her gullet, coating her guts with stream after stream.
And even then, it was almost too long. By the time Luke’s prick was finally exhausted and the man slumped back away from her mouth, Sister Mary Celeste had passed out.
CHAPTER THREE
Rough wood scraped the nipples of her bare titties. As the young nun slowly regained consciousness, it felt like splinters were being driven into the tops of her thighs and tits. Her body was arched at the waist into a half of a circle with most of the weight on her stomach. Nothing seemed natural. Neither her hands nor feet were on the ground, but both felt completely bound. She tugged at them and nowhere gained an inch of slack. All that she managed was to increase the push on her abdomen and heighten the pricking of her tits.
Slowly she opened her eyes. She was draped over some kind of wooden barrel, her wrists bound by chains to the floor.
She tugged with her feet. They, too, were clamped into place. The bite of iron cuffs into her ankles made her quickly stop the painful attempt.
The barrel was three feet in length with her wrists and ankles bound near the ends. It wasn’t stressful for her arms, but it forced her legs wide apart. Her position on the barrel left her ass hanging high and open, with the cool air of the dungeon playing along the inside of her thighs and across her exposed ass-hole and cunt.
The new position frightened her even more than she had been before. At least when she had been chained to the floor, she had been able to see what was happening around her, but now all she was aware of was the shuffling of bare feet on the stone floor’ somewhere to her rear.
Suddenly a line of intense fire ignited across her bare ass cheeks. Burning agony streaked from one cheek to the other and Mary Celeste screamed from the pain of her ass. Then another trail was seared across her naked hips, crossing the first one at a thirty degree angle. She felt as if she had been branded with a fiery X on her ass. A whoosh in the air behind her, followed by another searing mark told her what was happening. Someone was behind her, lashing her exposed ass with a whip.
The knowledge didn’t help diminish the pain. If anything, it heightened her fear. The only other time she had ever been whipped had been with a cane by the mother superior at the convent during her novitiate for being caught fingering her pussy one long and lonely night. That time she had barely been able to walk for days, and the searing marks on her ass had burned for hours long after the beating was through.
“Oh, please don’t” the young sister wailed as another line of fire cut across her tortured ass cheeks after the whip had cut through the air.
Her protests seemed to increase the blows rather than slow them, and the whip rained down upon her red-streaked skin. Each lash was new agony for her already-abused ass, and the louder she screamed in pain, the closer the rain of fire seemed to come. With tears streaking from her eyes, Mary Celeste bit down on her lower lip and slowly choked back her shrieking protests.
The whip fell still. Somewhere waiting where she could not see were new thunder and lightning to torture her.
When the storm broke over her again, the location had moved. Now it was the backs of her creamy thighs that exploded as the whip found new, unmarked skin. The lash walked down her legs, forming a ladder of seared marks into her flesh until Mary Celeste burned from the top of her ass clear down to her toes.
Then it stopped again, as the tortured sister sobbed, tears flowing down her cheeks to stain the raiment of her religion that still clutched underneath her chin. Then the shuffle of bare feet on the stone at her side told her that her abuser was about to show his face.
Luke showed her even more. He was still naked and his lean body towered over her upraised eyes. His enormous cock still raged long and hard as it had been before he had stuffed it down her throat. Apparently the blood that engorged his prick was stimulated by that the whip had left on her ass.
“Welcome back,” he giggled evilly at the distraught nun. “You fell asleep on us while I was still fucking your throat and I don’t think that’s very nice.” He waved the black buggy whip under her nose to make his point. “Anymore sleeping on duty and I’ll have to try out each of these things. There’s at least twenty or thirty of them hanging there on the wall.”
“Please don’t,” Sister Mary Celeste whined pitifully, her ass and legs still hurting as if on fire.
“You don’t like it then,” Luke laughed, popping the shaft of the whip down into the palm of his hand. “I was afraid that maybe you had grown to love the taste of the whip on your bare ass. I’ve heard stories about what goes on in those convents and I’ve always figured they were true. What else but a bunch of masochistic lesbians would consider locking themselves up where they couldn’t get any prick?”
“No,” Mary Celeste protested, but thoughts and memories were trying to crowd themselves into her mind.
His accusation came too close to what she had feared somewhere in the back of her mind for so long, and just enough had actually happened at the convent to lend some reality to those fears. She, herself, had entered the sisterhood of cloth as an escape from the guilt of having sucked her own father’s prick, but doubts remained with her about the motivation of some of-her sisters, particularly those who had been in the order for years and seemed to seek out positions of authority over the young novices. Even the actions of her own mother superior and some of her teachers had left her very much in doubt.
One night in particular burned in her mind, brought back by the accusation of the lewd man who threatened her and by the pain now coursing through her own ass and legs.
It had been less than a week after her own beating. All of the young initiates were tiered in seats on one side of the largest meeting room of the convent, called from their nightly prayers in their own cells to watch the punishment of Sister Beatrice. She was perhaps the youngest of the young, a meek girl who appeared to Mary Celeste to have been barely mature enough to be seeing the last of her years of mandatory school.
As soon as the gray novice robe of the frightened Sister Beatrice was pulled from her body, a hush fell over the crowd.
She was naked except for the mantle of her habit. Beneath the robe, there had been nothing, not even the coarse cotton panties and bra the novices had been given to wear. Naked, she looked as small as a bird quivering on her knees in front of the towering black-clad mother superior. Pale, thin legs held her upright on her knees on the stone floor, and skinny adolescent arms hung loosely by her side as if denied he opportunity to cover her nakedness.
The tits on her girlish chest were little more than small mounds, barely more than upturned teacups of trembling flesh tipped by immature nipples. The trunk of her body was almost straight-no womaniy curves had begun to form there-and the cunt hair below her stomach was barely more than a wisp of brown through which the lips of her pussy mound could be seen.
A cranking sound had reluctantly pulled Mary Celeste’s eyes away from that captivating vertical gash and she saw a heavy horizontal wooden beam slowly being lowered from the ceiling. Two heavy metal clamps dangled from its middle at the end of short chains, and, as the other novices watched, two of the older nuns moved to the center of the room and lifted the frightened Sister Beatrice upward to clamp her hands into the irons. Then her feet were locked into two others bolted to the floor almost a yard apart. Then the cranking sound renewed and the beam was slightly raised, pulling the naked immature novice nun six inches into the air.
The sound of turning chains stopped and a hush filled the room. Not even the sound of one breath could be heard. For long seconds, everyone was still all eyes feasting on the naked titties, pussy, and ass of the painfully stretched young girl in the center of the room.
Then movement. The mother superior rustled in her traditional black habit over to a small table while the two older sisters reached up and stripped the veil and mantle from Sister Beatrice’s head. Brown hair, the color of that which lightly brushed her pussy, was revealed, but it was cropped close to her head. Less than a half-inch remained of the long tresses that had fallen to the center of her back the day she had entered the convent. It made her look even more naked and vulnerable, a quivering, shaking form suspended in chains, awaiting a punishment that all of them knew would be brutal.
The two older nuns faded to the side as the mother superior returned to face the young girl. The leader of the young nuns moved like a threatening dark cloud, and in her right hand was a wicked-looking black riding crop that none of the novices had tasted before.
“Look upon her,” the older woman said, lifting the whip high into the air as she addressed the rest of the crowd, “See the way of extreme repentance that is necessary for the sin of defiance and disobedience! Know that the path leads here for those who do not follow the orders of your mother superior and the nuns who assist her in teaching!”
With a quick move that swirled her robe, the mother superior swept behind the chained girl and whacked the riding crop sharply across the upper part of the naked back. The whip cut the air with a whistle that could be heard from the seats, and it smacked into Sister Beatrice’s back with a wet crack. An angry red line traced across her pale skin beneath the shoulder blades, reaching from one of her sides to the other.
“Aeeil!” Beatrice screamed and thrashed nakedly in chains.
The muscles in her hips and shoulders knotted as she strained to twist herself away from the pain. But the iron clamps dug into wrists and ankles and, already, the chains were pulled tight. All that the girl managed to do was spread more pain to her arms and legs.
The riding crop whistled again and cut a crimson path across the back of the young girl’s waist. Her entire body arched away from the blow, her stomach thrusting outward to lift shaking titties high into the air. The riding crop whisked again through the air and slashed the boyish ass cheeks, and this time the slightly furred cunt was thrown forward with her hips.
Beatrice wailed with each cascading blow, still twisting against the cuffs and chains until the skin of her wrists and ankles turned an angry red. Her ass was now a crisscross of welts and her back was marked in a pattern of plaid. As the blows continued, they seemed to get harder, as if the mother superior was becoming more excited with each blow. Each time she lashed the naked flesh of her young charge, her arm lifted high into the air to increase the bite of the whip.
The backs of Beatrice’s thighs were now being battered, beaten until they were scarlet with darker red lines that showed where the whip had landed. First both thighs together were lashed, then each one separately with the tip straying dangerously close to the spread ass-hole and cunt of the young girl.
Finally it happened. As if aimed, the very tip of the riding crop slapped against the underside of the lips of the pussy gash as the shaft struck the bottom of one hip. Everyone in the room had been waiting for it to happen, and, when it did, there was a large collective gasp.
“Aee!” the young girl screamed, her entire body going as stiff as an iron rail.
Mary Celeste’s pussy clenched tightly, as if it too had been struck. Juice poured out of her young cunt and greased the outer cunt lips, wetting the faint hair beneath her robe. Her panties were so wet that she thought she might have pissed sitting there watching the brutal scene.
Again the whip landed, this time on the underside of the other hip, but still with the tip snapping into the young nun’s cunt. The screams that ripped through the air of the convent were like those from a sinner burning in Hell, and, with each new slash against the tortured pussy, the shrieks increased.
All of the young novices were stirring uncomfortably in their seats around Mary Celeste, so no one would notice that she was rubbing her confirmed cunt and ass roughly against the wooden bench. Her own pussy felt on fire, just like the girl’s in chains, and she felt like she, too, was tasting the bite of the whip. Her panties were a sopping mess from pussy cream that continued to flow from her cunt, but her eyes and mind were so locked onto the tortured, naked girl in front of her, that she never questioned why. Her own body felt as if it was popping back and forth between the benches and the chains, and that part of the blows were landing on her own flaming cunt. Each time the tip of the riding crop bit into Beatrice’s tortured cunt, Mary Celeste’s pussy clenched.
Whack!
The tip of the riding crop smacked into the brown rosebud of Beatrice’s puckered ass-hole. Mary Celeste saw the crop land, and her own shitter clutched as if trying to hold back a flood. If even the narrowest pencil had been jammed up the opening, it would have been crushed as if in a vise.
Whack!
The tender ass-hole of the young nun was shocked again. Mary Celeste gasped. The blow had been so brutal that the tip of the whip almost penetrated Beatrice’s tight little shitter. This time the riding crop was slow to come back, probing at the brown ass-hole before it was returned to the air. The mother superior leaned to her right and slashed again, this time with the crop almost vertical.
The crop smashed in on the tortured female body, following the crack of her ass. The shaft smacked across the shit hole while the tip landed wetly into the young girl’s cunt. The end disappeared into Beatrice’s wet, pain-swollen pussy lips, and it was several seconds before the mother superior dragged it out. The tip glistened with pussy juices that had been tortured out of the young girl and left a glistening strip when it was dragged across the cheeks of her ass.
For a minute, Mary Celeste thought the beating of the sobbing, naked nun was finally over. The mother superior walked around in front of the chained girl and seemed to study the exposed tits and cunt. Then she stepped back.
“It’s not complete!” the older woman proclaimed as she lifted the whip into the air again.
Sister Beatrice tensed in horror now that she could see the instrument of her torture and she watched it with bulging eyes as it whistled toward her tits. Her scream choked off into a gurgle as a crimson line was etched into the young nun’s titty flesh. Both of the immature mounds caught the taste of the whip and jerked crazily from its shocking kiss.
Mary Celeste’s hands unconsciously sought her own tits. Beneath the robe and bra, her fingers could feel the distended nipples where they poked outward swollen and firm. She rubbed them through the gray cloth as if trying to push away the pain from the lashed titties she watched. Then, suddenly, she was aware of what she was doing, and quickly glanced around to see if anyone had noticed.
No one was looking her way, but Sister Mary Celeste was still startled by what she saw. Her reaction had been a common one. Almost half of the young girls in novice gray around her had at least one hand on their own tits. A few hands were in laps with the gray robe bunched up tightly between legs as those novices rubbed their pussies through the cloth as if that could somehow soothe the pain of the tortured young girl.
The sound of the continued beating pulled her eyes back to the center of the room. Beatrice’s immature tits were now a cross-hatch of angry red, and welts had begun to grow on her stomach. Mary Celeste’s right hand sought her own abdomen, rubbing where the blows now rained on Beatrice, as her left hand stayed with her tits. And, as the whip turned and began to beat into Beatrice’s almost-hairless cunt, Mary Celeste’s right hand bunched her robe and began to stroke the source of her own torture. Even the robe was now wet from her spreading fuck juices, but so was the girl’s next to her. It felt right-it was the only way she knew to share the torture of the young girl.
Mary Celeste didn’t remember the blows ever ceasing, or what happened much after them. All around her, hands were stroking as her own hand rubbed her tit and cunt. All eyes were still locked to the flashing whip as it beat into the young girl’s pussy, but whether it stopped there or continued on, her own aching cunt didn’t let her know. All she remembered was finally being led from the room, her cunt feeling almost raw beneath robe and panties.
If that was all that happened that night, perhaps she could have put it aside and dampened any fears or doubts with the belief that it had all been in sympathy with the tortured girl. The mother superior could have remained just a figure of authority who had administered a beating, and there would have been no further uncertainty about what her true motives had been.
It hadn’t ended, however, with just that on that night. And it was what followed that caused her rapist’s words to burn so deeply.
CHAPTER FOUR
Whack!
This time the whip bit Mary Celeste’s own cheek, and the blow startled her back to the present. Gone was the memory of the feel of gray cloth against her skin, and, in its place, was the familiar scratch of splinters in her tits. Her mind had returned to where her body still was-stretched painfully over the wooden barrel in the dungeon of the Marsten Mansion with her ass and legs still alive with burning fire.
The naked Luke remained in front of her, the whip in his right hand and his cock jutting obscenely up from his crotch. Mary Celeste didn’t know which weapon she feared the worst, and was afraid that she would end up getting a new taste of both.
“What the fuck do you think this is-daydream time?” he shouted at her as he threatened her again with the whip. “First you go off to sleep while you’ve got my prick in your throat, and now your mind’s wandering like you’re a damned bored school kid in class.”
“I passed out when you-when you were fucking my throat,” Mary Celeste apologized, not knowing how to say it except in words that she knew he would understand, “There wasn’t room to breathe when you were doing that.”
“And, I suppose,” he said almost mockingly, “that you were trying to figure out how to get air next time rather than just daydreaming like some silly bitch.” When he saw the fear creep over her face and her eyes lock onto his prick at the mention of more throat-fucking, he laughed loudly. “Don’t wry, he told her in a falsely cheerful voice. “It ain’t your goddamn mouth-or your cunt-that I’m thinking about now. You got one more virgin hole that I can get me a cherry and, with your throat, that will make two out of three. That goddamn Joe beat me to your pussy.”
What could he be talking about? Mary Celeste wondered. She had known about her mouth from when her father had face-fucked her, and the maidenhead of her cunt had already been bloodied by Joe. Surely those were the only two holes that were big enough for a man to fuck.
Her eyes roved up to his face as if seeking an answer, then something on the opposite wall caught her attention. Automatically, her training caused her eyes to seek it out and a prayer began in her mind. It was a crucifix representing the torture of dear Lord Jesus, and she pleaded with the icon and the figure pinned to its front.
Luke noticed that she was no longer looking at him and he turned to see what it was she watched. When he noticed the crucifix, he smiled to himself and walked over and lifted it from the wall. He brought it back and held it in front of the naked, bound nun.
“Does it make you feel a little better to see this?” he chided her, rubbing the cross against the side of her cheek. It was wooden, with a carved figure of Jesus suspended hands and feet from its front. The whole thing was a little more than a foot tall with the cross-bar about two thirds up from the bottom. The beams themselves were about an inch square, with the crossbar almost six inches long.
“So you think this represents something good to you?” he taunted her, slapping her face with the back of the icon, then holding it back where she could see. “This is old-look at it! This has been hanging there probably from the time this place was built, and it’s been right here in this dungeon ever since. In fact, it’s probably the reason this part of the mansion was built.
“It hasn’t been some evil old black mass worshiper that’s been using all of the torture equipment down here. It’s been somebody doing it in the name of your God-your Jesus here. And he’s been hanging here all the tie through all of the generations who’ve used this dungeon, taking all of the blood and pain in. What help do you think he’s going to give you when everything here has been put together in his name?”
“No, it can’t be true!” Sister Mary Celeste pleaded, her head shaking and making her veil brush against the body of the wooden barrel.
“You know the stories!” he demanded, waving the icon before her. “The Inquisition, the Salem Witch Trials-all of it done by good, upstanding church people, and pain was what it was all about.”
“Noooo!” Mary Celeste wailed and shut her eyes tightly.
His hand dropped the crucifix down by his side so that it was on the level of, and only a couple of inches away, from his hard throbbing prick. As she trembled, the sound of his bare feet on stone moved around her, then suddenly she felt the poke of a long finger into her gaping cunt.
“I don’t believe it!” his gruff voice exclaimed from behind her as his finger sloshed around in her well-juiced pussy, “Your goddamn pussy is just like a swamp. It’s pouring out so much cunt juice that it’s leaking down your leg!”
Mary Celeste’s mind almost snapped. Then she realized what had happened. When she had been remembering the thrashing of Sister Beatrice, her pussy had grown almost as excited against the barrel as it had that night in the crowd of other novice nuns. Now that her attention had been called to her condition, she could feel the wet trails of pussy cream coating her gash and the inside of her legs.
Two fingers rammed into her, then three. Luke twisted them around in her cunt channel as if her were feeling for something on the sensitive walls.
“You’re fucking turned on and ready to be screwed,” he laughed, and tried to gouge a fourth finger into her leaking cunt. Then the fingers were gone and something hard touched the aching opening that now pouted between her flared inner pussy lips.
“But I ain’t going to waste my hard prick on it!” he exclaimed, and nudged the hardness more firmly against the opening of her cunt hole. “I got other places to put that hard-on, so maybe this other thing will be good for something.”
There it was again-another mention of some place else to fuck her. Mary Celeste’s mind whirled with the question until something hard and square was driven into her well-greased cunt.
“No!” she shrieked when she realized what was being pushed into her pussy.
It was the crucifix! She was being fucked with an object of her religion!
Her arms and legs tugged as she tried to struggle against the barrel, but she was too tightly bound to move hardly at all. The only result of her twisting was to make it easier for Luke to work the large crucifix up her cunt.
“How do you like it now?” the evil man laughed loudly. “Maybe you better pray to it that it will bring you off!”
“Aarghh!” Sister Mary Celeste groaned as most of the bottom part of the crucifix was shoved up her creamy cunt.
The squareness of the thick beam felt unnatural as it pushed in with the edges seeming to sear the sensitive inner skin. Then the foot of the statue bumped past the ring of muscles at the opening to her cunt, and slid into the pussy channel, rubbing along the stimulated walls. The toes, the knees, the bulk of the abdomen and chest-she felt it all inside her cunt as the icon was slowly forced in the juicy pit of her cunt, all the way to the cross-bar.
Then Jesus retreated and pushed in again. She was actually being fucked with the cross. The precious symbol in which she had sought comfort so many times was being used to further her rape. Never again would she be able to look at the holy figure in quite the same way.
The young nun felt the cross move inside her, each feature of the cross and statue sending new sensations rippling through her abused cunt. The back edges were both sharp as the icon fucked inside her, but the statue kept the other two edges from cutting along the sensitive walls. But that relief came with a price-every bump and irregularity on the statue massaged the nerves that fired new feelings in her pussy.
Already her cunt had been leaking from the memory of Sister Beatrice’s beating, and the flames of desire had been licking inside her even before the brutal inanimate fuck. Her body had been on the brink of losing control when her mind had been snapped back to the present, and the pumping of her pussy flesh now moved her up to and finally over the edge. Although she was bound, and in spite of her mind being revolted at the lewd use of the crucifix, there was nothing she could do to keep her ass from humping back to meet each thrust of the holy dildo. The cross was rammed deep into her cunt to bump the cross-bar into her swollen, excited clit. Her pussy was being lashed by the wooden crossbeam, and even her ass-hole was being rubbed into desire.
“It’s fucking me!” she cried out in bewilderment. “Jesus is fucking me!”
Luke fucked the cross and the statue hard into the cunt, which was now pouring pussy juice like a main water line had been broken. He had fucked enough women in his life to know what the humping ass and quivering gash flesh meant.
Quickly he yanked the icon free from the pumping pussy and turned it around before shoving it back in. That part of the beam was shorter before being blocked by the cross-bar, but he knew there was something about it that should blow the sister clear out of her mind.
“He’s got his head at your hole!” he screamed, “Jesus is eating your cunt! He’s got his whole head inside your pussy and he’s going to fuck you with it until you scream!”
The shrieks came within seconds. Just the thought of the statue’s head being buried in her juicy pit was enough to kick off a crashing cum, and the feel of the statue rubbing against her pussy walls simply added fuel to the fire.
Sister Mary Celeste’s body thrashed on the barrel, actually driving the splinters deeply into her tits, but that pain didn’t even matter-all that filled her exploding mind was the crucifix buried in her fuck hole.
She bathed it with the first of her cum, spewing juices clear down to the floor. Another blast rocketed through her as her cunt shoved against the penetrating pressure, and it was like dynamite had been set off in her guts. Now her ass was working furiously, trying to increase the force of the unnatural fucking. And still she poured, cum following on the heels of jolting cum until her body grew completely weak. And still she thrashed,-beating herself onto the holy object as it filled up her leaking pussy-hole.
Breath did not come easily to the exhausted nun. Her body was still draped across the barrel, her muscles almost toneless as she slumped into the wood.
The crucifix was still wedged into her battered pussy.
Luke had left it there and so tired was the young sister that she didn’t even have the energy to bear down and expel it from her cunt. Titties now ached from the splinters and every bone in her body felt bent. Never in her entire life had Sister Mary Celeste felt so completely worn out.
A hand slapped against her bare ass cheeks, sending the flesh there rippling in response. But the rest of her naked body just hung without reaction, and Luke laughed lewdly from somewhere in the rear.
“Let’s get this thing out of there,” he said as he pulled the crucifix from her well-fucked pussy.
It made a wet pop as it sucked out of her cunt lips. Then fingers were digging into the leaking pussy-hole in its stead.
“You don’t mind if I borrow some of this pussy cream, do you?” Luke laughed as he gouged in her cunthole. “I’ve got to grease up this hard cock so I can fuck me some ass.”
Ass? Mary Celeste’s mind tumbled the word idly around her head. Perhaps he had said something else-her ass-hole certainly wasn’t big enough for his prick.
Three times he burrowed his finger into her juicy cunt, and each time the touch disappeared for a few seconds. Then the fourth time he greased down his fingers, he didn’t take away his hand to rub it on his prick. Instead, one of the fingers traced upward to touch at the budding ass-hole that was exposed by the spreading of her ass crack.
“Ouch!” she yelped as the finger shoved up her shitter.
A sudden shove had sent it all the way into her ass. The muscles of her ass-ring protested in pain as they were spread apart clear up to the knuckle at the edge of the palm of his hand.
“Ah,” he sighed lustily and began pistoning his finger into her guts. “You’ve got a super-tight little shit hole that’s going to be a real pleasure to fuck.”
“You can’t do that,” she whined and twisted against the penetrating pressure of his finger. “It’s not natural And besides, it’s too little for something like that.”
“Then I’m really getting myself an ass-berry,” he laughed. “If you don’t know that goddamn hole will stretch to suck up any man’s cock, then you ain’t been corn-holed in the ass.”
“What do you mean?” she cried out in near panic. “You can’t seriously be thinking about trying to push your thing in there!”
“Right up the old brown chute, Sister,” he laughed again. “I’m going to stuff that ass-hole with a slab of fuck meat bigger than any turd you’ll ever shit!”
“Nooo!” she moaned and tried to wiggle away from him.
Luke rammed a second finger inside the puckered ass-hole to join the first. With both of them inside, he pried them apart to loosen her ass-ring.
“That hurts!” Mary Celeste cried, “It’s not big enough to put anything up there!”
“Then pretend you don’t feel it, my horny little nun,” he chided, “Because sure as brown shit, you’re about to be corn-holed in the ass!”
The fingers popped Out of her ass, but her relief was short-lived. Both of his hands settled onto her hips and spread her ass cheeks even farther. Resting right in the bottom of the ass crack was the puckered brown hole he sought, and he nudged the piss slit of his prick right up her ass-hole.
Mary Celeste felt the greasy cock head bump against the ring of her ass-hole. He was actually going to do it. He was going to try to fuck her in the ass!
“Now!” he shouted and shoved as his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. The rubbery, slickened cockhead compressed and lodged halfway into her ass. His hands slipped down between the barrel and the front of her hips. Then, with a mighty tug, he drove the rest of the head of his prick between the circular muscles protecting her ass-guts.
“Aeeii!” the young nun screamed in intense pain.
Her ass-hole felt like it was being ripped apart. Not even in her wildest nightmares had she ever dreamed of agony so extreme.
She panted, jerking her chin from the barrel and trying to shove her cunt and hips through the wood. But still the massive prick head remained burning inside her ass-hole.
“I can’t stand it!” she screamed, her mind going white from the pain.
A hot poker up her ass couldn’t have made it burn any hotter, and only a small part of the long cock was inside.
“Shut up, bitch!” he growled, tugging at the front of her hips. With effort, he wormed and wedged a couple of inches of the cock shaft inside to join the knob of his cock.
“It’s too big!” she wailed, willing to do anything to make the pain go away. “Fuck my pussy! Shove your cock down my throat! Do anything you want, but get that telephone pole out of my ass!”
The corn-holing prick in her ass-hole had brought everything down to the primal, and it was the screams of survival that now filled her mind.
“My shithole!” she cried in long howls. “Your dick is killing my shit hole! It’s too big! Your goddamn cock is too big to fuck me in the ass! Screw me in the cunt. Shove it in my mouth. Face-fuck me until I pass out then ram your prick into my throat and cum into my guts. Just get the goddamn thing out of my ass-hole before it rips me to death!”
But the obscenities just seemed to excite him, and he drove another couple of inches into her ass. More than half of his massive fuck weapon was now buried in her ass-hole and he was about to lose the rest of it up her ass. Bracing himself for one final shove, he jerked on her hips as he pushed and the entire slab of cock meat burrowed into her shitter. His balls slapped against her gaping pussy slit and his cock hair tickled the skin of her ass cheeks. One whole long prick was now stirring the shit in her guts. And it felt like he had his cock caught in a circular vise. The ass-ring squeezed with unbelievable pressure and it was the tightest corn-hole that he had ever known.
Luke began to fuck his prick in the young nun’s ass-hole. Each time he fucked in, all of the flesh around her ass-ring seemed to cave in. As he pulled out, the lips of her ass-hole clung to the skin of his cock, seeming to suck and follow as if not wanting to let the slab of fuck meat retreat. The gripping circle of ass muscles at the entrance was like an iron ring twice too tight for his cock, and it ran up and down his prick shaft in intense pleasure as he fucked it in and out. Corn-holing had loosened her shithole just a little, but her ass was still even tighter than her throat. Already he could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, just about shouting to blast into her guts.
The young nun lay collapsed across the barrel, still not truly believing that her ass was being corn-holed by the massive cock. But the pain and the pressure told her that it was all too real, and there was no way to deny that what felt like a fence post was being fucked into her ass. Each pounding thrust seemed to fill the entire lower half of her body with enough prick to reach clear up to her stomach.
Now that the shit hole had adjusted, she didn’t feel that her flesh was being torn to shreds, but there was no doubt about being fucked. In her most fantastic thoughts about what a man would do to her with a throbbing cock, never had she considered that he would want to fuck her ass. But now that nightmare was all too real, as she felt his cum begin to splash.
“Here it is!” he shouted as the first glob of jism rocketed into her waiting ass-hole.
His cock was like a cannon firing into her guts as another blast blasted out the end of his prick. Almost a half a teacup of sticky gunk was poured into the abused, ass-raped nun before his cumming was through.
CHAPTER FIVE
The stretching of the young nun’s body added a new dimension to her pain. After the beating with the whip and the ass-fucking by Luke, Mary Celeste had thought that she knew everything there was to experience about agony, but the dungeon had further lessons in store.
Before he had unclasped her from the barrel, Luke stripped away her mantle and veil, allowing her blonde silken hair to tumble across her face and almost to the floor. Gone were the sweaty restrictions on her face, but also vanished was the last slight protection that her religion had offered. Now she was totally naked and defenseless in the face of the torture that was still to come.
Mary Celeste recognized the device to which she was now dragged from old manuscripts she had classified and read in the dusty library of the convent of her training. It amazed her that a medieval rack still existed, the instrument that had extracted so many confessions, true and fabricated, in days gone by. It was more than ten feet long and over six feet high at its tallest point, with its wooden-planed table its feature point.
Luke twisted her to that platform and rolled her to her back, where he clasped her ankles and wrists into the bindings that waited. Her tits lay upon her naked chest like fruit ready to be picked and the spreading of her legs parted the gash of her cunt.
A huge circular crank was at the end by her hands, and Luke turned it as he watched the pale delicate skin of the captured young nun. As the crank tightened the chains at both ends of the rack, slowly the slack in the girl’s body was slowly taken out. Her legs and arms were pulled straight between the clamps and the joints that connected their bones to her body, until all of her limbs had reached their maximum extension. Across her naked flesh, her skin was stretched tightly, her titty mounds being pressed to her chest and the rest of the muscles of her body being outlined by the ever-snugging skin.
“That hurts!” the girl whined, unable to even shift to relieve any of the pressure that was pulling at her body.
“It’s supposed to,” Luke hissed down at her, and he turned the crank another notch.
“Noooo!” Mary Celeste moaned, her shoulder and hip joints beginning to ache as if they were being pulled out of place.
He left her there, taut and hurting, but without the intense pain that would have driven her out of her mind. He had wanted her where she could not move, without a single chance of escape, and nothing accomplished that better than being stretched on the rack. All her muscles and bones were extended, and there was no slack at all to give them a possibility of contracting. It was as if she were paralyzed with even her breaths coming only with difficulty.
For a while, she listened in the dimness of the dungeon, at first fearing and then hoping for the sound of bare feet. The discomfort quickly became almost unbearable, and, after what seemed like a hour, she would have gladly accepted anything that might be done to her just to get her out of the grasp of the devilish device.
But there was no relief coming, so her mind sought some of its own, pushing the ache back as much as possible so it might escape into the thoughts and memories that filled the young nun.
On the night of the beating of Sister Beatrice, Mary Celeste had stripped from the robe stained with her own pussy juices as soon as she was alone in the stark confines of her own cell. Her panties were a sodden mess and she pulled them off from her still-aching cunt and shoved them beneath the mattress of the crude cot. She wanted none of the older nuns finding such damaging evidence of a desire-ridden, leaking pussy. Her scratchy bra, then her mantle came next. For a few seconds, she was nothing more than a passion-filled, blonde young female who wanted more than anything for something to satisfy a cunt hole creaming from desire?
Mary Celeste pushed her mind from the raging fire that was burning between her legs and slipped into the long, plain nightgown provided by the convent. The rough cloth rubbed at her titties, thrilling the nipples until they stood erect, but at least it covered her pussy. She dropped to her knees, and hurried through her late-night prayers. She fought against it, but hiding behind each of her worshiping words was the fact that she would probably be furiously finger-fucking herself within minutes. Doing that had earned her a thrashing less than a week before. She was sure that, if she were caught a second time in so short a span, the beating of Sister Beatrice wouldn’t compare to what would be administered to her naked body.
As she rose and turned down the wool blanket of the cot, the door to the cell opened behind her. Mary Celeste gasped in surprise and glanced back over her shoulder to where the mother superior was closing the heavy wooden portal behind her.
Thank goodness, Mary Celeste thought wildly. If her leader had waited just a couple of minutes longer, the young nun would have been caught moaning in passion with part of her fingers shoved up her cunt.
Sister Mary Celeste glanced nervously to her right at the stained habit that hung like an open accusation on the peg set into the stone wall. The mother superior’s eyes followed the nervous glance, but only smiled knowingly at the wetness that still marked the crotch of the front of the robe. The young novice’s heart caught in her throat when she knew that the older nun had seen the tale-telling stain, but the mother superior didn’t mention it. Instead, she motioned for the young girl to sit on the cot, then swished farther into the small room.
“Did you learn the lesson of Sister Beatrice’s punishment tonight?” the mother superior asked as she towered over the young girl who now sat on the small bed.
“I’m not sure what she did,” Mary Celeste-answered quietly. “But I would think that the lesson is to obey what you are told by those whom God has placed above you.”
The older woman smiled, her face moon-shaped within the wimple of her habit. “It’s not important exactly what Sister Beatrice did, except that you know that she resisted doing something she was instructed by one of her guiding teachers. She disobeyed, which showed her defiance. But tonight she is not quite so willing to say no to something she is told to do.”
“I try to do what I am told,” Mary Celeste replied weakly, her gaze falling from the mother superior’s face to the edge of the black robe where it brushed against the rough floor.
“That’s not enough!” the older nun said loudly, bringing the novice nun’s eyes back up to the masculine features of the old mother superior. “You must know that those above you understand far more than you, and you must obey us even if you somehow think it might be wrong. You must do exactly what we say without question, and do it immediately without any doubt in your mind. If it seems wrong, you simply misunderstand and must comply and never question it to anyone. Whatever one of us instructs you while we are alone must never pass your lips. To do so would be to deny the rightness of what we say.”
Mary Celeste nodded, not really sure she understood the reason for the mother superior’s firmness. Still, she gave in, placing herself totally into the older nun’s hands.
“Fine.” The mother superior smiled and moved over to sit on the end of the cot, only a couple of feet from the young girl. “Now I wish to talk to you about what happened last week.
Mary Celeste’s heart ea into her throat where it was squeezed in nervous tightness. Was she going to be beaten again for the failing of touching herself? It wasn’t fair-she had already received her punishment.
“Relax,” the mother superior purred. “You’ve suffered your repentance, and tonight is the time for a lesson. Your mother superior is going to explain-and show you-how such things happen to lead a young novice into sin. That way you will know how Satan tempts you toward a fall from grace. But the lesson is for you, and you only. You are not to speak of it, not even in your prayers or confession. Such a thing would be to question my rightness and would be the sign of disobedience. And we know from Sister Beatrice what happens to disobedient young novices.”
Mary Celeste nodded jerkily; remembering the bloody welts on her companion’s back and the sound of angry slaps of the whip into a tender cunt.
“Now lie back,” the mother superior told her, “and I will explain to you about why young novices go astray. And remember, this is just a lesson given to you for your own good.”
The frightened young girl complied. When she was stretched out on the narrow cot, the mother superior sat alongside the cot, staring down at the supine body.
“Let’s take this off so we might we what we are talking about,” the older nun said.
She grasped the hem of Mary Celeste’s cotton nightgown. Slowly it was pulled up her body and stripped over her shoulders and head.
“Ah,” the mother superior sighed when she saw the naked tits and cunt of the young girl. “I can see that you are truly prepared for bed. It makes it convenient for now there is nothing in the way of our needed lesson. Spread your thighs a bit, then reach down with your hands. Don’t touch it! Just use your fingers on both sides to spread it apart.”
Embarrassment burned inside Mary Celeste. She didn’t want to do this. Lying there naked in front of the older woman had already turned her face and immature titties red, and she was about to be forced to reveal the excitement that watching the beating of Sister Beatrice had worked upon her body. But there was nothing else she could do-the stern eyes of her mother superior were waiting for her compliance, and she had already been instructed on what punishment awaited if she disobeyed.
Hesitantly, her hands dipped into her crotch as her legs opened, then she pulled apart the outer lips of her juicy young pussy. The moisture of her excitement leaked out and ran down across her puckered brown ass-hole.
“Yes,” the mother superior hissed, her eyes locked onto the spread pink slice of pussy flesh.
Already the cunt was well juiced and the sight made the older woman’s mouth water like she was able to drink from the fountain of youth.
“It’s a pussy,” she whispered down to the trembling Mary Celeste. “You should know what they call it-so you’ll know when you hear the filthy words. A pussy or a cunt-your juicy beaver, your snatch your twat and your fuck hole!”
The novice nun was startled to hear the words she had not heard since her days in school.
“Young novices touch two things they mustn’t,” the mother superior instructed in a breathless voice. “It’s called finger-fucking. Let me show you what you must not do.”
Two fingers glided into the cunt hole between the slippery inner lips of Mary Celeste’s pussy. Mary Celeste gasped as she felt them enter and push up until their tips bumped against the maidenhead that still protected her virginity. The muscles of her thighs trembled from the intense feeling that now gripped her crotch and a gush of juices flowed down the channel and into the mother superior’s palm.
“Yes!” the older nun hissed as she began to fuck her fingers into the young girl’s tender pussy. “This is finger-fucking and it is something you must never do. Don’t push your fingers into your own cunthole and fuck it. This is how it must never feel!”
The ache of her pussy before was turning into a burning flame. Mary Celeste gritted her teeth and focused her mind onto her pussy, memorizing the feeling that the mother superior was telling her was wrong. There was no doubt that she would never forget it, it was too intense. If her own hand ever caused her so much excitement, she would know that she was finger-fucking herself.
“And now the other place,” her instructor breathed heavily. “I’ll show you what you must not do. I’ll stroke your vibrating young clit so you’ll know not to do it yourself.”
The fingers slurped out of the clutching cunt hole and glided up the slickened gash. An electrical charge flashed through the young nun’s body when she felt the small bundle of sex nerves being massaged.
“Ooohh!” Mary Celeste groaned as the mother superior’s fingers lashed her throbbing clit. The young body jerked in rhythm with the fucking motion and pussy cream spurting out to leak down to the bed.
Then the fingers slowed and Mary Celeste glanced up frantically at the grinning face of her mother superior. The older nun was breathing heavily through her nose.
“Now,” the black-frocked woman told her young charge, “there’s one thing else you must never do, and there are some sisters within the convent who will try to tempt you into it. It’s called cunt-licking and here is what they will want you to do.”
The other superior’s face dipped between the young girl’s legs.
Mary Celeste stiffened in complete surprise when she felt the long tongue of the older woman run deeply into her pussy. It fucked into her for a few seconds, then emerged to glide upward in the gash. An explosion ripped through the young girl’s guts when the tongue found her sensitive clit and licked it as if trying to push it from her cunt. Then the broad lips closed over it and sucked it up into the mouth, and Mary Celeste’s hips bucked up to follow the pressure as her pussy blasted out its cum.
“Now you must show me that you learned your lesson,” the mother superior said to the girl still lying nakedly on her back on the narrow bed. “I taught you, now you must show that you understand.”
The mother superior stepped over the cot with one foot until she was balanced with a shoe on the floor on each side of the bed. Slowly her hands drew up the front of her own robe, revealing long legs with creamy thighs and finally her bushy cunt. The hair was like a thicket and was flaming red, and the only reason Mary Celeste could see the heavy pussy lips was because the whole thing was suspended only about a foot above her face.
“Now tell me the words you remember while you touch me and show that you learned what you’re not supposed to do,” the older woman moaned, her hips also thrusting to make the red-haired pussy seem to flow above Mary Celeste’s face.
“It’s your pussy,” the young naked nun said tentatively as one of her fingers hesitantly pushed its way through the bush to the lips of her cunt. The gash was wet and slippery as her thumb joined the finger to pry the folds apart and reveal the blood-engorged eager flesh of the mother superior’s gaping cunt.
“Tell me more!” the older woman gasped as Mary Celeste’s fingers found the distended clit.
The young nun’s clit had been a little more than a throbbing bump, but the older woman’s was almost like a small cock, jutting its head clear out of the gash in excitement, more than an inch and a half long, jerking and twitching as it was rolled between the young nun’s fingers.
“That’s it!” the mother superior moaned. “Stroke it to show me what you’re not supposed to do!”
Cunt juice spilled out onto her chin and neck as Mary Celeste reached up and jerked on the slippery cunt of her leader. The red pussy lips now gaped on their own as if they were about to settle down and gobble the young girl clear up into the womb.
“Now finger-fuck me!” the mother superior hissed. “Ram half your hand up my cunt hole and fuck me with it to show that you learned your lesson well!”
The dripping hole sucked up three of Mary Celeste’s fingers without effort, as they drove clear up to the palm of her hand. The young girl pistoned upward, almost slamming the cunt with her fist as the pussy seemed to gulp for more. Already Mary Celeste’s small hand was awash with slickly cunt juices, so she added a fourth finger and jammed inside. The older nun was bucking up and down, jamming herself down to meet the thrusts, and the young girl’s knuckles and half of her palm disappeared into sloppy channel. Only her thumb kept the cunt from swallowing up everything clear to the wrist.
“More!” the mother superior screamed, and Mary Celeste tucked in her thumb.
Amazed, Mary Celeste watched the blood-red cunt spread even more as the older woman pressed down on the penetrating hand. The cunt looked ready to tear, then, with a loud sucking sound, the thumb disappeared with the rest of the fingers and the cunt opening glided clear down to the young girl’s wrist.
“Clench your hand and-st-fuck me!” the older woman groaned. “Beat the inside of my pussy into a pulp!”
Mary Celeste fucked her clenched fist hard up into the pussy of the panting woman, jamming it clear up against the hardness at the back. The bones of her wrist vanished and the cunt sucked up an inch of her arm before she pulled back out and shoved in again. Her whole arm glistened with the pussy cream flooding out of the screaming mother superior, and she fist-fucked the old woman with all of her strength. Over and over Mary Celeste fucked her fist and arm up into the gaping fuck hole, growing excited herself as she did. It was as if her fist was a massive cock head and her arm a throbbing prick shaft that was being used to fuck the demanding servant of God.
The mother superior shrieked as she lifted herself to pull the fist completely out of her cunt. Then, with a sudden plop, she dropped the wet pussy gash right down onto the face of the young girl.
“Show me you remember about pussy licking!” the mother superior screamed frantically down at the novice. “Ram your tongue into my cunt hole, then suck on my clit! Show me what you’re not supposed to let someone do!”
The cunt smothered her mouth and nose. Hips drove the juicy pussy back and forth between her chin and eyes. Her whole face was now awash with slippery pussy cream, and her tongue was flying. She licked around the gaping cunt hole, sucking in the taste of heavy cunt so thickly she almost choked. Her tongue was buried inside the velvety flesh so deep that the tip found the tight walls. Then the long clit was dragged between her lips and she sucked down as she had on her father’s cock. Above her, the massive weight of the mother superior jolted and shook each time cum was shot from her pussy hole. Then the opening of the cunt hole was plastered to her mouth. The long clit rubbed against the bottom of her nose.
Floods of female cum poured into Mary Celeste’s mouth until it leaked out the sides of her lips. Mary Celeste gulped, swallowing it down, then her mouth was filled up once more. More and more of the thick stuff glided into her belly, as the mother superior thrust and bucked to fuck the young girl’s face.
Breaths came raggedly for the naked novice nun. Pussy juice was forced into her nose. For long seconds there was nothing in the world except the slime-covered pussy that buried her face, and she was afraid her whole head might be sucked up inside.
Then it was over. The mother superior rose from the exhausted girl and dropped her robe back into place. Weakly, Mary Celeste rolled her head enough to see the form of her leader. Again, the woman was stern, looking proper and forbidding. She could have been teaching a class with that austere bearing. And the only words she had for the pussy-juice-slickened naked novice after all that was, once again, that not a word of all this bad better ever slip from her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe was with Luke when he returned to the dungeon where the tortured young nun was still stretched out painfully on the table of the medieval rack. How much time had passed she couldn’t even guess, except that night had fallen and it had grown dark in the dank old room. Mary Celeste was grateful for the candles the two men carried with them, as they put an end to the fear caused by the scraping of small claws that she had heard scurrying through the dark. She hoped that they had been those of nothing more than mice, but knew that in this old place it might be rats the size of a small dog. Her imagination had run wild during those hours there in the darkness, thinking of dirty claws and filthy mouths that might be soon eating at the fleshy mounds of her tits and even digging into the tenderness of her eyes.
Joe was carrying a container of take-out fried chicken under one arm, and it reminded Mary Celeste that she had eaten nothing except a small bowl of thin gruel early in the day before dawn had broken when she had set out for the Marsten Mansion. Although the skin and muscles of her stomach were drawn tightly by the pressure of the rack, there was a gnawing hunger that tortured her. At the thought of the chicken, her mouth watered in anticipation, but neither of the two men seemed to give her appetite a second thought. Both of them clattered into chairs out of sight near her side, and she could hear their noisy eating as they stuffed their mouths with food. She had been given a few sips of water throughout the day, but it had only taunted her with the knowledge of how empty her stomach had become.
“Please,” she begged. “May I have something to eat before I starve?”
“Sure,” Joe laughed.
Mary Celeste could hear the scooting of wooden chair legs on the stone floor. Then there was the confusing sound of the rustle of cloth, and suddenly Joe was climbing up onto the table of the rack with her. She glanced down and saw that he was, once again, completely naked. He straddled her chest, then edged forward to plop his dirty naked ass right down onto her suffering tits. The cock he shoved at her face was only partially hard and drooped down to touch her lips.
“I thought you wanted something to eat,” he laughed, and slapped his prick against her closed lips and her nose. “Now open up, and I’ll give you something to fill your belly.”
“That’s not what-” As soon as her lips parted he drove the head of his prick into her mouth. She refused to suck but he didn’t seem to care. He pushed back and forth content to fuck her mouth like it was another pussy..
“Here comes some protein!” he exclaimed as his fuck meat hardened and began to swell with an easy, abusive cum.
He was battering the back of her parched mouth with his strong, steady strokes, and it was only a couple of minutes before the cock knob was blasting cum against the opening to her throat. With her mouth stuffed full of cock, there was nothing she could do but swallow his spunk down, happy at least that the stuff relieved the dryness of her throat.
When he was through, he rolled off without comment, as if she was already completely dismissed from his mind. It was as if fucking her face was nothing more to him than taking a piss. Once the liquid was spurted out, he couldn’t give a damn about where it had landed.
“That’s not fair,” Luke laughed and walked over to the side of the rack where she was painfully extended. “The little sister wanted something more satisfying to her belly than some sticky cum shot out of your prick.”
He leaned down close to her face, a juicy chicken leg held close by his cheek so that she could see. Saliva poured into Mary Celeste’s mouth at the sight of the delicious food and she waited for him to hold it down for her to take a bite. But, instead, he stood back, erect.
“You’ll have to wait just a minute,” he taunted her. “We invited the Colonel to dinner and it wouldn’t be polite to not give him the hospitality of our possessions. I asked his picture there on the side of the container, and he told me that he wanted nothing more than a tender piece of pussy. I’m sure you will trade him that for a piece of his chicken.”
She watched him, confused, as he followed the side of the rack until he was opposite her spread thighs. Then he leaned over, with the chicken leg in his hand and nuzzled the piece of food up to her spread cunt.
“Oh no, please don’t!” she begged the slender man, but he ignored her completely.
Mary Celeste felt her pussy lips begin to spread then the opening of her cunt hole slowly being forced. With little effort, he fucked the greasy chicken leg right into the hole of her pussy, which expanded then contracted around the more slender bone. The chicken was all the way inside her except for the tip that he held in his fingers, and he began to pump-fuck the meat inside her cunt. The crispy crust scratched at the inner walls of her fuck channel, and she could feel bits of that crust begin to flake off, and still he screwed her with the food.
“Hey, Joe,” Luke laughed. “Did you get a look at this? The Colonel is fucking this little nun bitch, but I don’t think I’ll let him cum.”
After several minutes of fucking her with the food, Luke dragged the chicken leg out of her abused channel and walked back up to her head. He held the end of the chicken leg up to her lips.
Mary Celeste could smell her own pussy juices coating the meat. She whimpered and tried to turn her head. Luke laughed at her, then reached down with the other hand and picked a piece of crust from the meat. As she watched, he popped it into his mouth and crunched on it, then swallowed.
“Pussy ain’t poison,” he assured her, picking off another flake of crust and putting it into his mouth. “I’ve eaten enough of them and I’ve never even gotten sick. And if you don’t eat this piece of chicken, you aren’t going to get anything. There’s not going to be any more food around here until tomorrow, and who knows what time that might be.”
The aroma of the chicken finally overcame her reluctance, and she parted her lips and teeth. Luke held it firmly as she took a big bite, the saliva pouring to welcome the taste of food.
“Hey, Joe,” Luke chuckled, “the little nun bitch is eating her own pussy juices.”
“Maybe tomorrow we can get her some that she can take straight,” Joe replied.
Luke fed her the rest of the chicken leg, then brought her a thigh and another drumstick. By the time Mary Celeste had gnawed all the meat off all three and swallowed it down with effort, her stomach had begun to feel full. Next, he tilted a paper cup of soft drink over her mouth and poured, much of the cold liquid splashing onto her face but enough going into her mouth to quench her thirst.
“It’s getting late,” Joe reminded the taller man.
“Yeah,” Luke replied. “But how about one more tour around this bitch’s fuck holes before we put her to bed? Have you ever corn-holed a girl’s ass-hole while some other guy was fucking her cunt?”
“Never done that,” Joe conceded. “But won’t we have to turn her loose for ne of us to get in front while the other is working on her back?”
“That’s no problem,” Luke laughed as he began working at the clamp on one of Mary Celeste’s wrists. “I have the answer of how to keep her still until we get started, and then where the hell is she going to go skewered on cock in both directions?”
The ass-fucking had hurt so badly-and the rape of her cunt hadn’t been that pleasant-that Mary Celeste wondered just how her body would stand it if two pricks were in her at one time. But she had learned that protesting with these two brutal rapists did her no good at all. The only thing she could hope for would be that her body was too small for both of them to fuck at the same time and that somewhere along the way she might get an opportunity to get free.
When she was released from the rack and hauled across the room to a large mat on the floor, Luke indeed did have a way to see that she had no possibility of escape. His hard fist hammered into her guts, feeling as if it almost sunk clear to her spine, and Mary Celeste tumbled to the mat with her guts aching so much she couldn’t even stand.
They stood over her, talking in whispers, as if plotting some new assault on her body. Joe laughed when he heard what Luke had in mind, and both of them shook their heads up and down in agreement before slipping down to the mat beside the naked, agonizing girl. Luke shuffled up to the front of her body, where she lay on her side, while Joe slithered up to her back. For a few seconds they fumbled with her ass-hole and cunt, neither managing to stick his prick more than an inch inside before Luke made a decision of how to make the double-rape easier.
Latching his arms around her chest, the thinner man rolled to pull the naked young nun over on top of him. Her precious full titties mashed down into his bare chest as Joe lifted her hips from the rear until she was up on her knees. Then Luke grabbed hold of his own massive cock, and held his prick up to where the prickhead nudged into the young nun’s cunt. Then Joe placed both hands flat on the back of her ass cheeks and forced her dry cunt down onto Luke’s cock.
It hurt badly. Neither her pussy channel nor Luke’s fleshy prick had a bit of lubrication and it felt that the flesh of her passion pit was being torn apart. Then, when the damn cock was rammed all of the way in, Luke gave a couple of upward pumps and the welcome pussy cream that blossomed within her gave her blessed relief. Still it felt like her cunt channel was squeezed down to half-size with a fence post rammed into her depths, but at least there was no tearing when he began to move about.
She heard Joe spit into his hands and she knew that he was wetting down the cockhead in preparation for the assault on her ass-hole. Already one of the huge fuck weapons had been inside there, but with her pussy full of prick, it felt like her ass-hole and pussy were compressed until a pencil couldn’t get through.
But Joe seemed determined to prove her wrong. Nudging his spit-wet cock head up to the brown puckered shitter, he latched onto the front of her hips with his hands and tried to drive his prick completely inside. The ass-ring gave slightly under the assault and half of the thick cock shaft was wedged into her already crowded groin.
“Help!” Mary Celeste cried, the pain so intense that she thought she would pass out.
Her initial ass-fucking had hurt bad enough, but this one seemed a whole new thing. Already she felt stuffed by Luke’s cock ramming back and forth in her pussy, and Joe was trying to force another prick just as thick into her ass-hole about an inch away.
She could feel the two pricks. It all seemed too full, as if the entire lower half of her body was stretched out of shape, and she almost went wild with both fear and agony when Joe crammed the rest of his dry prick into her un-lubricated ass.
It was as if one massive telephone pole had skewered her. Never would she have thought it was possible. The cherry in both of her fuck-holes had been broken only earlier that day and here she was, being double-fucked like a whore with stretched ass and cunt. The realization made her wail and sob, tears flowing freely down her face. Two hammers beat into her, sometimes together and sometimes in alternating strokes, and either way it seemed too much. Her ass was being corn-holed furiously, Joe’s fuckmeat slamming in and stirring her shit while another cock fucked her poor cunt. No longer could she tell which was which, it all made her ache inside.
“I can’t stand it!” she wailed.
“I’m corn-holing her ass-hole!” Joe shouted in glee. “Got my fuck rod right up her ol’ shitter. I’m pumping for oil, baby, but the gusher is going to be this ass-fucking, corn holing cock of mine!”
“Rape her shit hole!” Luke encouraged from beneath her as he continued to fuck his cock into her cunt. “Corn-hole this bitch until her ass-hole bleeds while I ream this fucking cunt out for myself!”
“Shit! Corn-hole!” Joe screamed from behind her. “This fucking ass that I’m corn-holing with my prick is so tight that it almost makes me want to fuck it until I die!”
Sister Mary Celeste thought it might be she that was about to expire. None of her previous pain had prepared her for this. She no longer could feel which fuck-hole was being abused by which cock; it was like her groin was one big fuck hole with a telephone pole wedged inside.
“Start getting ready!” Luke shouted. “We’re going to juice her down at the same time. You cum in her goddamn corn-holed ass and I’ll blast out her cunt with my cream!”
“Aeeii!” the young nun wailed as both of the them began to fuck harder into her guts.
It felt like even her heart and lungs were being crowded by the massive amount of prick in her.
She moaned as she felt both of the fucking muscles inside her swell even larger. Even though it meant they were about to cum, she still couldn’t stand the increase in size.
Then finally they blasted. With a mighty shove both into her pussy and ass, both marauding cocks were jammed all the way inside her and began bathing her guts with cum. The first splash came together and felt like twin jets of fire. Each new shot seemed to scald her as she was filled up with the milky spunk.
And, even after they were through, they didn’t remove their cocks from Mary Celeste’s tortured pussy and ass-hole. She collapsed between them, feeling Joe’s weight on her back pressing her down into the body of Luke.
Why didn’t they let her move? They had their fun corn-holing her ass and fucking her cunt-surely that would be enough.
But it wasn’t. The next sensation she felt was a hot wetness spreading in both her ass-hole and cunthole. The feeling confused her for a second-surely their cumming had drained their balls dry.
Then realization swept over her, and the humiliation was almost too great. Each of the huge pricks still wedged into her body was pissing. Stinking piss from their bladders was bathing the inside of her.
Both men laughed hysterically as they poured their piss into the exhausted, debased nun. Four arms grappled about her and held her still as they used her as a urinal to satisfy the piss urges of their pricks. That piss pouring into her cunt flooded out of the tight, cock-packed channel and ran down her legs.
But the piss in her ass stayed there, an enema of piss. Her guts ached from the double-fucking, but that degradation had only been a start. Now she was nothing more than a toilet for male cocks to squirt in their piss.
In all of her days, no matter what had happened, there had always been something to keep the threads of her beliefs together. Even when she was being raped, a confidence in herself had always kept her from falling all the way into debasement. But this was too much.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rest was only a relative thing. In Sister Mary Celeste’s case, it only meant she wasn’t being fucked. Obviously they hadn’t put her to bed overnight, instead they had suspended her in chains two feet off the stone floor with a small table drawn under her so that only her toes could touch. In her cunt, a massive dildo had been inserted and secured with straps around her naked hips, and a butt plug-a hard-rubber device-had been shoved up her ass. A larger base kept it from being lost completely up her ass-hole, and her ass-ring kept it lodged into place after it was pushed past its fat middle. In her mouth was a plastic ball that forced open her jaws, with it too held firmly by thick leather straps.
Still, someway during the night, she managed to catch several short naps. Each time she drifted off, her body slumped down onto her toes, which cramped within minutes. The pain brought her back and she put more weight on the chains, which shortly felt as if they were cutting into her wrists. Her crotch felt stretched Out of shape by the massive rubber devices in shithole and pussy, but after the pounding she had taken in both places, the stationary objects were almost a relief.
Dawn crept in through the small window high in one of the outer stone walls, and she prayed that the men would soon come and release her from her chains. It wasn’t until the sun had climbed part of the way up the eastern sky that the heavy wooden door into the dungeon finally opened with a loud creak.
Luke was the first one through. He wore only cutoff jeans, really little more than a loin cloth that did little to hide his big cock. Through the material, Mary Celeste could see the outline of his prick and heavy balls from more than halfway across the dimly lit room.
“We have a present for you.” The fair-skinned man laughed at her when he stood in front of her chained naked body. “One I think you’re really going to like. Already I’ve thought of some real fun games that are now possible.”
Mary Celeste turned slightly in the clamps and watched the dark doorway where she could see figures moving about. Suddenly one of them detached and was hurled into the room. It flew out of the dimness as if part of the shadows themselves had come loose, and it took a second for the tortured young nun to realize that the blackness was that of a traditional habit.
Sister Grace finally caught her balance by going to one knee and hand on the floor, then glanced back over her black-clad shoulder toward the near-naked Joe who had pushed her into the room. Slowly she righted herself, staring from one man to the other, then suddenly noticed the naked, tortured female body hanging bound in the chains.
“What is this?” the young girl cried in an uncertain voice. She was a full year younger than Mary Celeste and had given up her gray robes of the novice only the preceding month. In the library at the convent, she had been Mary Celeste’s assistant, but she didn’t recognize the welt-covered naked girl who was bound and could not speak.
Grace was a lanky girl, not yet attaining the smooth body and motions of a fully matured woman. Because of their awkward movements, her arms and legs appeared to be a bit too long, and the one time Mary Celeste had seen her unclothed, her body had a lithe, lean look. But all of the potential was there to create a strikingly beautiful female once nature had taken its course.
Joe moved up behind her and forced her arms to her back. To her wrists he clasped a set of shiny steel handcuffs, then he pushed the girl to her knees. A chain was threaded through the cuffs and the clamps on the ends were snapped to her ankles. When he was through, the new arrival was locked into an awkward position, her legs bent and her arms pulled backwards and down to force a slight arch in her back.
“Don’t you recognize your sister of the cloth?” Luke chided the trembling Grace. “Maybe if we put back on her veil and that white stuff you wear around your face, you’d be able to tell who she is.”
“Sister Mary Celeste?” Grace gasped.
Both men laughed as the table was kicked out from under Mary Celeste and she was lowered to the floor. Her feet wouldn’t hold her and she collapsed back onto the stone. Luke removed the ball-from her mouth as Joe un-belted the dildo and pulled it from her cunt, then both men turned her over and Luke jerked the butt plug from her ass.
“Aeeii!” the nun screamed as the hard-rubber cone was ripped from her shit hole with a loud, messy pop.
The ass-ring fluttered open for a few seconds before beginning to contract back to a neat brown little pucker
“What have they done to you?” Sister Grace said, still kneeling on the floor as if saying her morning prayers.
Luke laughed evilly.
“We’ve just been teaching her some of the things no one would teach her at the convent. She’s such a good student that she’ll probably be able to help us pass them on to you.”
Fear spread in the new arrival’s eyes. Again her eyes scoured the naked beaten body and was appalled at the thought of what the men might have done.
Luke lifted the newcomer and carried her over to a low table with metal stirrups high on steel rods at one end. As Joe grabbed Mary Celeste by the back of her neck and forced her along, she recognized the awful device Luke was positioning Sister Grace on from her days as a teenager. Twice she had had to visit the doctor for examinations and had been put into one of the awful things with her legs jacked up high and her cunt spread wide open. It was a gynecologist’s table, and Mary Celeste dreaded the things like the plague.
But it was Sister Grace who was being forced into position on her back. Her legs were thrown up and belted to the stirrups as she lay back painfully on the hands that were still cuffed under her. Luke grabbed her by both sides of the robe of her habit and pulled the young girl down on the table until her ass was lifted by the pressure on her legs. Then he stripped the robe back up onto the nun’s waist, exposing her black cotton panties for everyone to see. With a small knife he cut the waistband at the sides then sliced across the panties in the crotch. He lifted both pieces and threw them to the side, discarded on the floor.
Even Mary Celeste was fascinated by what every-one saw. The cunt hair was a brown pelt, smooth instead of kinky like that of every other pussy and cock she had seen. Nestled inside the beautiful mat was a delicate little gash that seemed too small to contain everything Mary Celeste knew would be inside. It was like someone had drawn a narrow line with a soft pencil between the young sister’s legs, a picture rather than a pussy–something to be seen rather than touched.
“Get on your fucking knees and lick this cunt until it’s juicy enough for my dick,” Luke growled at
Mary Celeste and forced her down at the end of the table. Her face was at the level of the up-thrust young pussy, and the stirrups held apart the trembling girl’s thighs enough for Mary Celeste’s head.
Fascinated by the delicious sight in front of her eyes, Mary Celeste reached up and worked into the soft cunt-hair to finally place a thumb and forefinger on opposite sides of the outer pussy lips. Gently she pressed outward, and a delicate pink gash opened. Inside the narrow channel were small inner cunt lips that were like the petals of a flower. The clit was so small that it was hard to see in the pink folds of skin.
Mary Celeste’s lips were drawn to the pussy slash, touching ever so gently and feeling the warmth of the sexual skin. Not a single drop of cunt nectar yet blemished its surface.
“What are you doing?” Sister Grace gasped as Mary Celeste ran her tongue into the smallest cunthole opening she could imagine.
Grace’s head lifted from the table and stared down between her legs. The veil swirled around her shoulders and the wimple made her appear that she was staring open-mouthed out of a small window. And what she saw was more startling thnn what she was feeling-one of her own sisters of the cloth was licking and tongue-fucking her young cunt.
“Nooo!” Grace moaned and rocked her head back onto the table.
It was too much to comprehend for the young nun barely Out of novice gray. The tongue in her cunt was sending wild sparks through her pussy and ass, something she had never experienced before.
Mary Celeste’s tongue snaked into the delicate young pussy, not knowing whether she was doing it on her own or only because the evil man had demanded it. Wisps of the faint odor of stale piss tickled at her nose and her tongue rose from the tight hole to bathe up the crack to the clit, washing across the piss hole as it went. The small nub was hard to find even with the tip of the tongue, but finally the folds of pink skin were pushed apart and the sex spindle was there, no bigger than a tiny pea. When she tickled it with her tongue, the young nun who was being eaten stiffened involuntarily as newfound pleasure began to pulse along with her fear. By the time Mary Celeste’s tongue was back to the tight virgin pussy hole, cunt juices had begun to slicken the slight inner pussy lips.
“Oh, Sister-don’t do that!” the nun in her habit wailed, “It’s wrong to be licking me there!”
Mary Celeste buried her tongue as far up the constricted little cunt hole as was possible, then swirled around to collect the nectar in her mouth.
It was deliciously tart and made her taste buds hum. Between her own legs, the pussy of the cunt-eating girl was also beginning to lather. One of her own hands slipped into her own excited cunt, and a finger rolled over the clit. There was pussy in her mouth and cunt in her hand, and it was almost too much to believe. A short, intense cum ripped through her belly as her whole body shook with excitement.
Cunt nectar poured down her chin as the young sister also responded to the tonguing that she was receiving. Her habit-frocked body was now jolted on top of the cuffed hands, and loud moans were escaping from her throat. If the tight little pussy would ever be ready for a massive, throbbing prick, it was juiced up enough now.
“Scoot over,” the impatient Luke snarled down at Mary Celeste, and the naked young nun took her face from the other girl’s cunt.
The cutoff jeans had strained themselves open and the knobby cock was jammed up to Sister Grace’s narrow cunt slit. Mary Celeste watched, fascinated, from only a few inches away, as the man’s prickhead wormed into the creamy gash, and the heavy shaft with its bulging veins waited behind to tear into her small cunt.
“Hold it apart,” Luke growled down at the naked nun, and Mary Celeste reached up with both hands past the heavy hanging balls and the threatening prick shaft.
Both of her thumbs settled on opposite sides of the pussy slash and slowly pried it apart. The massive prick head appeared to be filling the entire lower half of the crack and the skin around the opening to the hole itself was depressed from the force.
“You’ll hurt her!” Mary Celeste gasped, sure that the cock would never be able to make it inside the super-tight little hole without ripping it to pieces.
“Then wet my cock with your mouth,” he ordered her, and the fuck pole was pulled down into her face.
Her lips parted and the raging thing was shoved clear back to the opening of her throat as it bathed itself in her spit. She gulped, fearful that he would ram in completely into her neck right there, but, instead, he rolled it around in the hot grasp of her mouth until saliva dripped from it when he pulled it out.
Now the dick and the young pussy both glistened there in front of Mary Celeste’s eyes as it was lined up again directly at the other sister’s cherry. The pressure increased and the gash flesh indented even further but the tight pussy ring still resisted. Mary Celeste knew that there was no way for it ever to get inside and her stomach tensed with excitement.
Then, suddenly, as she watched, the pussy ring gave way under a tremendous shove and the massive cockhead popped inside. Her fellow sister wailed at the intense stretching pain as Mary Celeste’s mouth went wet with saliva. Her own lips formed a wide circle as if it had been her face that had been penetrated as she watched with amazement as the delicate skin of the opening of Grace’s cunt hole wrapped itself around the bulging head of the prick. It was stretched so tightly there wasn’t a single wrinkle in the skin around the punctured circle as Luke eased back without pulling his prick out of the cunt.
The cock shaft still glistened from the spit of Mary Celeste, and the amazed girl watched as an inch of the prick disappeared into the cunt of her friend. Then something seemed to stop the raping prick, barring its way, and Mary Celeste knew that the maidenhead had been reached.
Luke, by now, was savage with lust and he fucked the tortured young thing on.the table with the power of a storm. Inside the tiny cunt, skin pulled and the membrane stretched, and finally the prick head tore through.
“Aee!” Sister Grace screamed and thrashed her head upon the table. Her movements were so violent that the veil of her mantle whipped back up and covered her face.
Below, her naked sister in cloth watched disbelievingly as more than six inches of the massive shaft sank into the battered hole with another four inches to go. But slowly it pressed on, inch after inch sinking into the damaged hole until Luke’s scratchy cock hairs were buried in the tortured gash.
When Luke drew back, there was a thin layer of blood on the skin of his fleshy prick, and Mary Celeste moaned at the sight. It was as if her young friend’s cunt was giving birth to the massive tube of prick flesh. The thick cock began to burrow inside again. This time the blood, coupled with the pussy cream, made the penetration easier but still filled with pain.
Above the naked nun on the floor, the girl on the table thrashed within her habit and screamed at the top of her lungs. All of Mary Celeste’s attention was riveted to the rape that was going on in front of her eyes only a few inches away. She was close enough to hear the slight squishing of blood and cunt juices as the prick was swallowed back up.
Mary Celeste’s hand frigged in her own cunt becoming bathed with the cream that was pouring out. Her other hand found one of her succulent titties and squeezed the nipple until it hurt. Her throat contracted as if swallowing the cock herself rather than it being ground into her friend’s pussy, and Mary Celeste was almost lost in equal passion to that of the horny fucking man.
Now the cock pistoned, fucking the raped girl clear to the back of her cunt channel. The blood-greased prick shaft was like a pile-driver now as it flashed back and forth in the reamed, torn hole. Mary Celeste could contain herself no longer and lifted slightly onto her knees, her mouth seeking out the side of the slicing prick. Her lips closed near its base, tasting the blood and cunt juices of her friend, but her head got in the way of Luke’s raping thrusts.
“My balls!” he rasped down to her, using one hand on her forehead to push her mouth away from the cock shaft. His fingers directed her downward to the balls that had been slapping her in the side of the face.
Her mouth closed around his balls, sucking them onto her tongue along with the hairy skin of his sac. She had to fall from her knees to her naked ass on the cold stone floor to shove her head between his thighs to make sure she could keep his nuts in place in her mouth. By twisting slightly backward, she could still see the ravaging of her fellow sister’s torn cunt.
It was too much to comprehend. The last time she had seen the young girl, she had been giving her instructions on how to care for the old manuscripts without breaking any of the bindings. And here she was now, the balls of the girl’s rapist in her mouth as she watched the plundering cock lay waste to the young girl’s pussy. And her own cunt channel was afire with excitement at the sight. Horny male balls rocked back and forth in the tight grasp of her wet mouth. Her finger lashed her pussy until the screams of cumming were smothered by the mouthful of balls. And the sight of the bloody, raped pussy above her almost took away her excited breath.
Inside her mouth, the bails sac seemed to swell and slowly they began to pull upward away from the tugging of her mouth. Before they were through, they were lodged against the firm wall of his crotch and, somehow, Mary Celeste knew that the raping prick was about to explode. Her eyes glanced upward to watch the brutal bashing of Sister Grace’s tender cunt. The cock-strokes were now like greased lightning as they beat into the young nun’s pussy. Then Luke’s body gave a final surge, ramming his prick so far into the battered cunt that Mary Celeste wouldn’t have been surprised to see his cock head emerge from Grace’s mouth.
And then Luke growled to match the screaming of the raped sister, and his prick remained buried far up the bleeding hole. That close, with her nose actually touching the base of the cock shaft, Mary
Celeste could see his whole body pulse in a mighty wave.
Over and over it seemed to throb from him, and, quickly, streams of white, sticky gunk were being forced from the well-stuffed cunt. With the prick buried fully inside and with Mary Celeste’s mouth still holding the spurting balls, Mary Celeste’s face was right below the joining of pussy and prick. With the male cum, pussy juices and blood all combined to leak from the crammed full cunt hole, it was to dribble down onto the forehead of the young naked girl. The combined fuck fluids rolled down across her eyes and onto her cheeks, where they spread to cover her entire face.
Three fingers shot into her own cunt as the thumb whipped at her distended clit. The gripping force of a mighty cum consumed her, then exploded, blasting out the mightiest orgasm the young girl would have ever thought she would feel. Her greasy face fell from the still-pulsing balls and she tumbled to the floor, screaming. Her pussy demanded more and more, and her second hand found it to thrash with the other. Cum, pussy juice and blood still dripped into her face, and she opened her mouth to collect the stream from the other nun’s rape. Her throat gulped it down, convulsing, as her pussy and ass-hole contracted.
It was more than Mary Celeste could stand. A scream ripped from her throat. Her whole face was awash with the combined creams of the fucking above her, and the juices ran into her eyes and nose.
The smell of rape filled her lungs, sex fluids her belly, and her own cunt was pouring out more fuck cream onto the floor. Her whole body shook, her ass-hole puckered out until she almost expelled her own guts as her pussy exploded again and again. Piss rocketed from her pee hole, her bladder unable to resist the gripping of her abdomen any more, and her hands were bathed in the vile-smelling stuff.
Her body lifted entirely from the floor supported only by her heels and the back of her head. Her hands pulled open her cunt gash until the ends almost tore and she washed down the floor with a combination of cum and piss. Her mind was so lost in the ecstasy of an enormous orgasm that she didn’t even recognize when it finally snapped. For so long had her breath been held, then exhaled in her screams, she didn’t know she was fading out from the lack of oxygen in her lungs.
And with one final, violent thrashing that bruised her body against the stone floor, Sister Mary Celeste passed out as surely as if she had been struck in the head.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Their legs had been spread so far apart that their crotches hurt with an agony straight from hell. Then the front of their hips had been forced together and lashed until their two pussies touched. The fine pelt of Sister Grace’s cunt hair mingled with the fair strands of Sister Mary Celeste’s, and both girls could feel the tingle from their joined inner lips. Both were now naked except for mantles and veils, Grace’s being left on throughout and Mary Celeste’s once again fastened to her head. The two wimples made them look as if they were staring at each other through ends of some invisible tunnel. The veils covered part of their backs but did nothing to separate the stiffened titty nipples that rubbed together.
The most demonic part of it all, however, had been provided by Joe. He had found, rummaging in some of the cabinets, a compound of fast-acting bonding cement guaranteed not to stick to skin but to almost weld any other material together.
The upper bodies of the two young nuns were forced apart until they held themselves up with their hands behind where they were sitting on the floor, then the glue was poured down into their joined crotches. It was cold and sticky and made both of them twitch as it dribbled down into their intertwined cunt hairs and finally into their pussy slits.
Although it dried in their gashes, it flaked easily away when they moved their kissing pussies against one another. But the cement quickly hardened in their cunt hair, locking their cunt mounds together by a single matted patch of hair. Now each of their movements was painful enough to make them scream. Even the slightest shifting away from the welded pussies sent howls from both of them into the room. Instead, each clasped, wrapping her arms around the other girl’s naked body. Mary Celeste’s supple titties almost smothered the immature buds of the other girl. Perhaps later the men would take scissors and cut them apart, but until then they were bound by the welded hair that grew from each of their crotches.
Luke unlaced Mary Celeste’s arms while Joe pulled back those of Grace Then a large cushion was forced between their bellies and they were pushed back onto their hands to the rears of their naked asses. Both men stepped inside over their spread bellies. Joe faced Mary Celeste with his prick held in hand and pointed toward her face, while Luke was in a similar position with Grace. Then both of the young girls’ mouths were forced open and throbbing cocks driven to the backs of their mouths.
“Let’s jack off,” Luke suggested after five minutes of fucking face, and both of the two men pulled their cocks out of the hot, slobbering mouths. Their right hands wrapped around each of the rock-hard prick shafts as the two girls leaned back hoping to get farther away.
“Cum right in their goddamn nun faces!” Joe urged as his hand flashed up and down on the thick cockshaft pointing at Mary Celeste’s nose.
“Yeah,” Luke breathed lustily as he jerked his prick toward Grace’s delicate features. “Let’s shoot the goddamn sticky mess right into their noses and eyes.”
Their hands gained in speed as their excitement rose. Sister Mary Celeste closed her eyes to avoid the sight of the spreading piss slit in the end of the knobby cock head, but Joe roughly slapped her cheek with his other hand.
“Look, goddamn you!” he swore at the reluctant sister. “I want you to see my jism burst out of my cock and into your eyes!”
Another loud slap came from the other side of the sweating male bodies, and Mary Celeste knew that Sister Grace was also being forced to watch the sticky spunking of her face. And it only took a couple more minutes before each of the men’s pricks were beginning to pulse.
“Here it comes right into the slutty nun’s face!” Joe howled as his cockhead swelled even larger.
“I’m going to cum right up her whorish nose!” Luke’s lusty voice answered, then two pricks exploded right into the two sisters’ faces.
It was as if the world shifted into slow motion before Mary Celeste’s eyes. The piss hole in the end of the cockhead flared and she could see the first drop of white spunk blossoming inside. Then it spurted and arched in the air directly at her face. Her frightened eyes followed it through each fraction of inch of its glide path before it splatted wetly across the tip of her nose. A thick strand of it drooped and formed a long string to swing back across her lips and her chin, wetting everywhere. Then another glob was blasted in her direction, this one with even more power and it struck her at the edge of the wimple on her forehead, staining the cloth before running down her skin onto the bridge of her nose.
The next thick wad of it struck her in the left eye, splashing beyond the open lid to wash over the delicate orb. It stung bitterly and the sight in that eye was gone, so it was with her right eye only that saw the next glob shoot to the side onto her veil. It was a barrage of jism, each shot catching her somewhere about the head, and she watched every bit of it until another thick wad struck her right eye.
Pain stabbed her as spunk dribbled out of the lids and down onto her cheeks to stick in large globs all about the surface of her skin. The final spurts were weak ones, not even reaching her face, rather leaking down to flood over her tits with one dripping into and filling her navel. By the time it was through, her face wore a mask of male cum and much of the front of her body was also awash.
She felt rather than saw the two men step out from between her and the other nun. They must have enjoyed the sight of the cum-marred faces they had left since both of them were laughing loudly in a satisfied way.
“Now lick it off,” Luke giggled from somewhere above. “Bathe the other’s face with your tongues or we re going to leave that sticky spunk there all day!”
It was the least she could do for her sister, Mary Celeste thought. It had been her fault mostly that the other girl had been caught in the brutal trap of the two men. Sorely, she pushed herself forward, reaching out for the other girl’s head, then pulled it up to her lips. Her tongue lapped Out, dragging wetly up the cheek of Sister Grace, dragging in thick globs of cum. She swallowed the sticky stuff down and continued lapping, cleansing the other young nun’s face with her tongue.
As she washed out Grace’s eyes as a mother cat might lick her kitten, she felt Grace’s tongue collecting the cum off her own chin and neck. Her face lowered next to Grace’s cheek as she continued to lick, and the other nun’s mouth sucked cum from the side of Mary Celeste’s face.
Their hands were wrapped around each other’s head, turning gently as they continued their tongue-baths. Mary Celeste’s mouth tasted as if coated in thick jism, but she never faltered until most of Luke’s cum was gone. Only their lips remained coated. Instinctively, the lips of the young nuns sought out each other, tongues rolling against each other as they stroked first the lips-and then inside.
Hands dropped to shoulders, and they pulled themselves together as the tongue-bath quickly became a deep tonguing kiss. Saliva and cum were awash in their mouths, and they exchanged fuck fluids with the other as their spunk-slickened titties and bellies ground together. Both pussies between spread legs creamed as they touched each other.
“The two bitches like it!” Joe hissed almost in disbelief. “They’re fucking each other with their cunts and their mouths.”
“Well, let’s give them something to see just how much they want to stay together.” Luke laughed and yanked at the panting Mary Celeste.
His hands pulled her back, then he forced a large cushion back between their bellies. Grace’s eyes flared with frustrated passion as she eagerly looked into the face of her fellow sister, but there was nothing Mary Celeste could do to rejoin their bodies except where they touched along the legs and at the kissing lips of their cunts.
Luke returned with a long rubber-coated four-strand cord that split once, then again, as he pulled it between the two nuns. Two of the final strands were pushed toward Mary Celeste while the others were led toward the body of Sister Grace. At the end of each strand was a small alligator clip, and the young girls’ eyes remained locked to the sharp teeth in the clamps as Joe moved behind each in turn and cuffed their hands into place in the smalls of their backs.
The clips pinched fiercely as they were snapped to Mary Celeste’s nipples and it took almost a minute before the small little nubs had gone numb enough to relieve some of the agony. As she watched, the alligator clips of the other two strands were clamped into place on Sister Grace’s nipples.
Then Luke was standing over them. “You seem to be getting such a charge by french kissing and pussy-fucking each other, that Joe and I wanted to give you a charge of another kind. When I turn on this little machine over here out of sight, you’ll know exactly what I mean. And I ain’t gonna turn it off either. In fact, I’m going to continue to increase the power until it shocks the holy shit out of you. Ain’t that what nuns got-holy shit? The only way that you will be able to stop it is to get far enough apart that, by pulling in opposite directions, you can pull the alligator clips from your tits.”
“But they’ll only come off on one of us,” Sister Grace complained with tears welling into her eyes.
“Then the other one can turn around and use her handcuffed hands to pull the clips from the other’s tits. I don’t see anything difficult about that,” Luke explained with a slobbering smile.
“But our pussy hair,” Mary Celeste moaned. “It’s all stuck together with that stuff you put down there!”
“That’s a problem,’ Luke laughed. “It ain’t just stuck together, dear-it might as well be the same hair. That glue almost welds things together and no amount of pulling is going to make it give way.”
“Then we can’t do it!” Sister Grace cried. “We won’t be able to get apart.”
“Oh, I think you will.” Luke giggled like an excited child. “You’ll be surprised at what you will be able to do when that electricity starts to burn your precious little titties until they start to smoke. And if that doesn’t do it, I’ll just bump up the current until your whole body is shaking itself apart; In fact, the maximum setting on my little machine may just be enough to fry the asses of a couple of slutty nuns-I don’t know because it’s never been tried.”
Luke disappeared, and both he and Joe could be heard moving somewhere out of sight. Then there was a click and a slight tingle lit up Mary Celeste’s nipples as the first dribbles of current began to flow. It wasn’t painful-not yet, and she glanced across at Sister Grace’s surprised face.
The look of surprise on the youngest girl’s face quickly gave way to one of dismay as the current that was flowing into their titties suddenly doubled. Still it was not painful, but gone was the pleasantness, and in its place was a feeling of slight discomfort. She hadn’t suffered near as much as Mary Celeste and wasn’t as aware that things would probably get much worse.
“Sister Mary Celeste,” the frail girl cried, “they’re hurting me again! Please make them stop!”
But there was nothing the older girl could do. Her titties also were beginning to burn from the increased flow of the electricity, and, if she knew the men as well as she thought, it was unlikely the torture would stop soon.
The flesh of her tit mounds began to leap about on her chest, driven by the firing of her nerves by the electrical charge. Their tits jerked as if they were being slapped by an invisible hand. Panic settled into the younger girl as the clips with their current seemed to burn her tender nipples, and she tried to jerk back from the equally frightened Mary Celeste.
Both girls screamed as their joined pussy hairs pulled at the flesh around their dripping cunt gashes. Both girls knew that a hellish agony would have to come before they could pull themselves free.
Both girls jerked with their hips almost automatically as the current was increased to an insane level.
More pussy hair pulled from the outer fringes of the cunt mounds and each girl screamed loudly. The pain was too much and the cunt lips slammed back together in spite of the horror that was flooding into their tits.
But as soon as the pulling pain of their cunts was eased, Luke jacked up the flow of the current once more. Mary Celeste’s entire chest tightened, making it hard for her to even breathe, and her titties were shaking in agony as if caught in some terrible earthquake. Across from her, Sister Grace shrieked out from the increased torture and tried to throw her hips back once more. Her silky cunt muff strained against the capturing glue, snatching some of her own hair out of her flesh in addition to some of Mary Celeste’s.
Now both nuns were screaming at the tops of their lungs from the torture of hair torn from their cunts and from current ripping through their tits. Finally, the weaker Grace seemed to slump into pain’s grasp and her body almost collapsed. Gone was the pressure of her hips tugging at the cunt hair, and her whole lean frame seemed to shake from the jolting electricity.
They were going to be shocked to death! Mary Celeste thought wildly. Luke had meant what he said when he had indicated that he would do nothing to relieve their pain. And he was going to increase it until the full load of the electrical power was flowing into their body, perhaps to electrocute them to death. And there was nothing more that she could count on from her frailer sister-Grace’s face was locked into horrible submission and she appeared to shake herself to death.
“Nooo!” Mary Celeste screamed as the current was stepped up once more, this time sending her whole body kicking and bucking.
As much as possible, she braced herself for what she knew that she would have to do. As much as the tearing at her pussy hurt, it wouldn’t compare with what would happen if they remained where they were and let the current continue to grow. Already it was threatening to lock her lungs in her chest and she knew that she would shortly be knocked out.
Mary Celeste curled her feet up onto the calves of the longer-legged fellow sister and planted her toes firmly on the bones. What she was about to do would take all of the force of her body and all the determination that she could muster up. A hurried prayer ran through her mind, and then she shoved with her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Pussy hair stretched to its extreme but Mary Celeste’s kinky cunt fuzz stayed locked to Grace’s smoother pelt by the glue that cemented them into one tangled mess. A few strands broke, but most held fast. Mary Celeste’s feet pushed again against the other girl’s legs as new amounts of the electricity poured into the two tortured naked female bodies.
Suddenly a patch of hair gave way on Mary Celeste, and she shrieked at the pain of the hair pulling Out of her skin. At the same time, on the opposite side of the glued tangle, a whole swatch of cunt hair ripped from a half-inch above Sister Grace’s slit. Both girls wailed in intense pain as the power through the alligator clips continued to make their titties dance.
More hair ripped from pussy mounds, whole patches of the stuff tearing out by the roots. Each girl thought that all of it must be coming from her own cunt because the pain was so unbearable, but both pussy patches were being equally torn to shreds. Blood spots freckled the sides of both of the cunts now.
Now only the longer hairs growing out of the outer lips of the gashes were all that locked the two girls’ crotches together. But these were attached to the most sensitive skin and the tearing of these made them feel that their cunts were being stabbed with knives.
Sister Grace cried as cunt hair was plucked from the tender lips of her pussy gash.
Mary Celeste shrieked as the final strands ripped from the delicate outer lips protecting the slit and cunt hole itself.
Then the two girls were apart, both tumbling onto their backs. The cunt patches of both were spotted with bald places where all of the hair had been pulled out. And what remained appeared curiously intermingled. The remaining swatches of Mary Celeste’s blonde cunt hair seemed topped by smoother, silkier strands. And the islands of soft, flowing cunt hair that still surrounded Grace’s pussy seemed to have been bleached on suddenly long ends.
Still their bodies jolted around on the floor, and Mary Celeste’s job was only half-done. She rose to her knees, her body still jerking with her titties quaking like upturned bowls of jelly. She threw herself away from the body of her tortured companion, and the alligator clips flew from her tits. The tiny teeth cut as they went and, at first Mary Celeste thought they had torn her nipples from her tits.
But the shocking electricity was gone. And when she looked down at her titties, the battered and bleeding nipples were still in place.
Across the floor, Sister Grace still thrashed on her back, bruising her hips against cuffed hands and stone floor. Quickly Mary Celeste scrambled to her knees and half-fell over to her friend, where she turned her back to her and felt for her tits.
Biting down on her lower lip until she was tasting blood, she ran her fingers over Grace’s titty flesh until she again held the small clips. Her fingers opened them, feeling the shock, and then she threw them aside.
Behind her, the thrashing of Sister Grace’s body against her ass quickly died. One of her friend’s long legs was draped over her hip, and Mary Celeste realized that her sister nun had completely passed out. Behind her, she could hear ragged breathing that told her that the younger girl was at least still alive, and as Mary Celeste tried to shift way, she felt a warm wetness spreading over the back of her hips.
The poor tortured girl had completely relaxed in her unconsciousness and her bladder had let go. Piss poured across Mary Celeste’s ass, and her nose was filled with its biting odor.
Mary Celeste’s head went down to her own naked knees as her mind fought against reality. She had been fucked, corn-holed and throat-fucked, and had been even used as a urinal by her abusers. Now she sat naked, her pussy hair torn out, and she was being pissed on by her unconscious friend.
CHAPTER NINE
Luke and Joe collected them from the stone floor and dragged them over to a heavy mat. There they spread both of them out, their legs opened to expose their crotches, then sharp pocket knives were used to cut away the rest of the tattered, cement-filled hair. By the time it was through, neither of them had more than a quarter-inch of cunt hair, and even that was marked by bald spots.
Perhaps it was poetic justice that they should soothe each other’s tortured pussy. After all, it had been Mary Celeste’s efforts after the failing of her friend and fellow sister that had tattered the flesh around their cunts. No matter she had had no choice. She still felt guilty over the pain she had caused Sister Grace, enough to send the poor girl into unconsciousness.
Mary Celeste was on her back, her legs spread open, and Sister Grace was positioned Onto the top of the older girl’s body. They had left mantles and veils on both of the young nuns before forcing both faces into the other’s cunt. Sister Grace resisted so they brought out the ropes, tying shoulders to hips at both ends of the sixty-nine position. Then, when the younger girl continued to protest and refuse to eat cunt, a riding crop in Luke’s hand quickly changed her mind. Ten whacks against her naked ass cheeks made the brown-haired girl almost dive nose-first into Mary Celeste’s pussy. And each time her tongue slackened its continual lapping, Luke gave her another lash across the ass. Grace grew frantic in her tongue-lashing of her fellow sister’s cunt until Mary Celeste was beginning to dribble pussy juice all over the mat.
And Grace’s slit wasn’t being ignored. Watching the beating going on above her while being tied beneath Grace’s body, Mary Celeste found motivation without ever having to taste the whip. She bathed all around the short hair and bald places of the pussy patch, trying to ease the itching and burning of the spots where the hair had been ripped out. But it was to the thin little slit with the tiny hole and clit inside that Mary Celeste lavished the most attention.
Her tongue curled and slid into the small opening where Luke’s prick had been before. Although the curled tongue was much smaller than a cock, the pussy ring of the opening still closed down on it like it was a vise. Inside the opening, the slickened flesh was like velvet, soft and inviting to the cunt-lapping nun. She pistoned her tongue into it, imagining that it was a tiny cock, and was delighted when the younger girl squirmed above her in her arms.
The young girl’s pussy juice tasted like nectar. Mary Celeste collected it with her tongue, allowed it to run to the back of her mouth where she swallowed while relishing the delicate taste. Never had she thought that she would be so excited and pleased at drinking at another girl’s cunt, but now, holding the lean body atop her, she had to admit that it was something that stirred her desire. The mother superior’s heavily-haired pussy had not fired her like this. Perhaps it was the girl’s youth and the tightness of the little fuck-hole that her tongue probed.
Mary Celeste’s own pussy was caught up in delight. She could feel Sister Grace’s tongue rapidly licking at her clit and stroking down the length of her gash. Never would Mary Celeste have pushed her own cunt into another girl’s face, but being forced to do so had given her a real chance to know how great a good pussy-licking can be.
Both girls were grunting in excitement and pleasure as the two men settled to their knees at either end of the pile of succulent female flesh. Watching the two nuns eating cunt had turned the two men on and both of them wanted to bury their throbbing cocks into the available fuck-holes.
Luke kneeled where Mary Celeste lay with the back of her head on the mat. He placed one hand on the naked ass cheeks of Sister Grace and slid her cunt slightly out of place. Then he shoved his raging cock into Mary Celeste’s mouth.
At the other end, Joe lifted Sister Grace’s face from Mary Celeste’s leaking pussy, then fucked his hard cock deeply into the youngest nun’s mouth. Both men used their hands under the girls’ chins to make their face-fucking tight until saliva completely bathed the lengths of their pricks. Then they pulled out of the mouths. Grace’s face was pushed downward until her lips closed around Mary Celeste’s clit. At the other end, Luke used his hands to drag Sister
Grace back into place and the curled tongue returned to the tight cunt hole. Both girls sighed.
With saliva-greased pricks, both men were ready. Mary Celeste felt her legs and ass cheeks being lifted from the mat and felt Joe’s knees sliding under her hips. All the time, Sister Grace continued to suck her excited clit like it was a cock she was trying to make cum. A warm hardness bumped against the puckered bud of Mary Celeste’s ass-hole, and she suddenly realized that she was about to get ass-fucked by the lusty Joe.
It would hurt, she knew, but not so much now it seemed that Sister Grace was administering to her pussy with gentle tongue and lips. Pressure, then a firm shove. The hard cock was driven six inches up her shit hole. She grunted from the pain and her hips thrust upward to drive her pussy even firmer into Sister Grace’s face. The young girl responded by sucking all of the tender inner lips of Mary Celeste’s cunt clear into her mouth. And, as they were sucked, the rest of the throbbing fuck weapon corn-holed all the way into her ass. Joe grunted, feeling his balls strike the back of her hips as his cock head sank clear into her guts. Looking down past the cunt-feasting Sister Grace, he could see that his prick had disappeared into Mary Celeste’s ass.
Hairy balls bumped into the forehead of the older nun. Mary Celeste glanced up past the dripping crack of Grace’s pussy and watched as the massive knob of Luke’s prick lined up on the younger girl’s unbelievably small ass-hole. It looked like little more than an indentation in the surrounding creamy skin of her ass crack, and it was almost impossible to believe that the huge cock that threatened it could actually make its way inside. But Mary Celeste had seen and felt much over the past two days that she would have once declared out of the question, and corn-holing the younger sister would probably be just one more of those things.
As she watched, the spit-slicked cock pressed furiously at Grace’s closed ass-hole, and she could feel the young nun tense atop her body. A whining voice bubbled in Mary Celeste’s cunt as the young girl whimpered, and the older nun wanted to help as much as she could. Wrapping her arms tightly around her companion’s waist, she held Grace’s body firm knowing that offering a solid back thrust would help the monster force its way in.
With a squeal of pain from Grace, the cock head popped into her ass.
Mary Celeste’s eyes bulged to see how much it stretched the tortured ass-ring just two inches from her eyes. And, as she watched intently, the huge cock shaft moved three inches inside. The young girl wailed at the agony of her first corn-hole, and Mary Celeste held her that much tighter. Then the bails brushed clear to her nose as the rest of Luke’s prick-shaft disappeared into the shitter and both girls sighed in relief. The tearing agony of that first penetration was over and all that remained was the reaming of Grace’s loosened ass-hole.
The men pounded and the girls licked, all four of them now intent on the sexing taking place in the pulsing pile of flesh. Joe’s cock fucked again and again into Mary Celeste’s brown ass-hole and up into her guts as she slobbered in Grace’s cunt. Luke’s balls stroked back and forth across Mary Celeste’s face as he corn-holed Grace, and lightning began to fire in Mary Celeste’ cunt from the lapping attention of Grace. Pricks lunged and fucked ass-holes; tongues lashed clits and poked into cunts.
The two nuns were now lost completely in the jolting cums that were firing in their guts. And still it went on right in front of their eyes. Each watched a prick corn-holing the other from just a couple of inches away. Somehow the two men fell into the same rhythm and, to the girls, it was like watching the raping of her own ass.
Long into the morning their shit holes were reamed by pricks as their cunts were tongue-lashed almost to oblivion.
There had been a third man. Mary Celeste hadn’t been mistaken, but Mary Celeste didn’t know where he had been during all of the rape of her and the other young nun. Crazy Eddie, Luke had called him the one time he had been mentioned, and now she could see why he had earned his name. Perhaps he wasn’t demented, but it was clear he was certainly retarded as he followed the other two men around the room with dimmed eyes.
Mary Celeste was tied to the gynecologist’s table. Now it was her time in the stirrups, and her feet had been locked tightly in place. But where Grace had been allowed the decency of her habit, even the veil and mantle were now stripped from Mary Celeste’s head.
They had forced her down to the end of the table until her tied legs had levered her ass cheeks up into ?he air. And by resetting the stirrups, they had forced her thighs and pussy open so far it hurt. Then a thick leather strap had been fastened around her chest, squeezing down on her titties, to keep her firmly on her back on ‘the table.
She turned her head to the side and watched the three men. Ten feet from them, Sister Grace lay curled on the mat where they had left her after the ass-fucking had taken place. Dried pussy juices still stained her face and a dribble of male cum leaked from her ass.
Crazy Eddie was listening to the whispers of Luke and Joe with as much attention as he could gather. He was as tall as Luke and was as heavyset as Joe, which made him a massive man. But locked into that body of a near giant was the mind of a child which looked upon the other two men as reverently as he would upon messengers from God.
Drool curled from one side of his lips as he fought to understand what Luke was saying.
Mary Celeste strained but she could pick up only a few words. And none of it made sense in her confusion. All she could tell was that Luke and Joe thought it was amusing and that Crazy Eddie was becoming so excited he could hardly control himself.
Luke led the lumbering man over to the table. “You probably heard us talking about Crazy Eddie yesterday,” he said to the bound, naked nun. “He was the one that I said had a donkey dick. Actually, I wasn’t giving him enough credit. He’s probably got more than the biggest stallion I’ve ever seen. And all that meat is driven by a mind that’s hitting on only one cylinder.”
Mary Celeste glanced quickly over to the newcomer, afraid that he would take offense to what she was hearing. It didn’t make a difference. Crazy Eddie was smiling with a demented grin, the drool at the corner of his lips growing so long now that it was dripping onto his chin.
“Joe and I have had so much fun down here for the past couple of days that we began to feel guilty. We thought he might like a little pussy, too. So you’ve been elected, since I don’t think it would ever make it into that tiny cunt of your friend. But don’t worry, she won’t be left out. If it’s big enough, she can use her mouth to get him ready.”
They led Eddie over to the mat where Sister Grace lay. Telling the retarded man where to stand, they pulled the young nun, still in her mantle and veil, to her knees in front of the massive man. Three times they had to tell him to unsnap his pants, but when he finally got the message he didn’t waste a minute. He shoved the trousers clear to his ankles and Mary Celeste gasped at what popped out.
Even only partially hard, the huge cock must have been more than twelve inches long. To call it a cock would have been almost insane-it was nothing less than a weapon on anything smaller than the largest of horses.
Sister Grace shied from his prick, her hands at her mouth in a frightened gasp when his cock was pushed at her face.
Sister Mary Celeste thought his cock would not fit in Grace’s mouth, but Luke was insistent that the younger girl try. Crazy Eddie just stood there with his cock arching out from his crotch as if he were just the anchor for a massive club. Grace, pushed from behind by Joe, finally reached out and took Crazy Eddie’s prick in both hands, looking to Mary Celeste, like she was having trouble even lifting the cock up to her lips.
Grace’s mouth stretched as much as possible and, with great effort, managed to force the gigantic cock-head into her mouth. That was all the room there was. Once the soft prick head was inside on her tongue, there was nowhere to put the cock shaft itself. But that much of a blow job was all it was going to take. The grin on Eddie’s face grew even more demented and the fleshy baseball bat of a cock began to swell.
Astoundingly, the prick lengthened. And as the cock stretched, the prick grew even thicker. Grace was caught almost unprepared and the expanding cockhead quickly began to strain at her jaws. With not a second to spare, Grace struggled to get his cock out of her mouth before it was too large for her lips. Even then, there was a small tear at the corner of her mouth that bled from being stretched too far.
Mary Celeste’s heart almost stopped in fear. As she watched, the monster prick continued to harden. At least four or five inches were added to its length, and so much blood was engorging the cock that it was a wonder the giant didn’t pass out.
Sister Mary Celeste couldn’t believe her eyes.
And they were planning on having the beast try to ram his cock into her cunt? It was a cock that would have made the biggest female horse pass out in pain. There just wasn’t enough room inside the frightened girl!
The prick swung like a sword as they led Crazy Eddie over between her legs. Mary Celeste’s eyes bulged as she watched the fleshy cock approach. Looking from in front, she could see that the cock-head was at least three inches through, which would make it more than seven inches around. Her poor pussy wasn’t even close to being able to stretch that far!
“This I can fuck?” the drooling man muttered, looking down with crazed eyes at the spread cunt of Sister Mary Celeste.
“This is the one,” Luke laughed as he moved up to the end of the table by Mary Celeste’s head.
Joe remained down the table by her hips.
The massive cock head glistened from Sister Grace’s spit. But that wouldn’t have been enough even if the prick had been half the size. Joe carried a large jar of petroleum jelly and he dipped in his fingers to pull out a large glob. This he massaged into Mary Celeste’s threatened cunt hole, using three, then four fingers to try to spread the small opening.
“Nooo!” Mary Celeste moaned as the giant moved closer. The cockhead lapped over the outer cunt lips in spite of how wide her gash had been spread.
“You can’t do this!” she screamed. “It’s like a horse! It’ll never go inside!”
“Do it!” Luke growled.
Crazy Eddie nudged forward. The cock head wedged at the opening but only as much as was cut by the piss slit managed to force its way inside.
Joe pulled at the outer lips of her cunt, stretching them apart until she thought she would scream.
Crazy Eddie lunged his hips forward.
Mary Celeste screamed. The cock head wasn’t even close to being halfway inside and already her tortured cunt felt torn apart.
Eddie grunted again and forced another third of the cock head into the pained pussy meat.
“Take it out!” the nun shrieked, her mind going white with the pain that ripped through her cunt.
Luke nodded from up close to her head, then placed his hands on her shoulders to push her whole body toward the retarded man.
Joe leaned over her stomach with his hands on the top of her hips, also pushing toward the retarded man.
Eddie lunged toward the girl’s distorted pussy. Two men pushed at her in one direction as Eddie leaned his weight in the other, and suddenly the flare of the fleshy cock head was inside.
Mary Celeste’s shrieks were demented. She felt like the head of a full-grown man had been forced into her cunt.
“It’s tearing!” she wailed. “I can feel my pussy tearing! Get that fucking telephone pole out of my cunt!”
For the second time in her life, obscenities poured from her once-innocent mouth. It was the only words to express the frightening pain that gripped the lower part of her body. Even a fully-grown female horse shouldn’t have to suffer the size of the cock now being rammed into her cunt!
Another grunt, and Eddie leaned all three hundred of his pounds onto the poor tortured nun. The weight overcame the resistance of her cunt channel and shoved the muscles aside. Somewhere deep near the end of her pit, bones began to push apart much as if she was giving birth. Words became mere blabberings as the pressure increased and more of the arm-sized cock was shoved into her tortured body.
The pelvis distorted even more. Her breach began to move open. If she were pregnant, she would have been in labor to prepare for the passage of the baby’s head. The cock head that now crammed into the back of her cunt was fully as big as in some of the smaller births.
A great length of cock shaft never made it inside the wailing girl. Cunt channels were just so long and, while they might stretch in width, nothing can force them in depth. When bottom was struck, the horse cock retreated, but only to fuck in once more. There was no furious, fast pounding since her muscles would not give that rapidly, and it took time to force apart the supporting structure.
But fucked she was, and by a cock that her mouth could have never held. Thankfully, fucks for the demented young giant were few and far between and it was only minutes before his balls began to erupt.
What seemed like a gallon of cum rocketed into the distorted pussy channel, but Mary Celeste really didn’t care. It wasn’t because she was unconscious-that kind of fucking would have called her back even from anesthetized sleep-but because she was lost in the wild pressure that was stretching her whole guts. It wasn’t just her pussy-or ass-hole for that matter-getting reamed by the massive prick, but her whole being.
A cupful of cum soothed its departure, but she still felt like a fence post had been ripped into her body. Never again would the young nun ever look at a normal-sized prick with any fear.
CHAPTER TEN
Several hours later, the arrival of a car outside the mansion chased the three rapists away.
During those hours after her fuck, they had let Mary Celeste rest. As if there had been any choice. After being fucked by the enormous prick of Crazy Eddie, her poor pussy had been stretched all out of shape.
At first she had worried that her cunt would never be back to normal, but her pussy had quickly contracted back into shape. Although still sore, there appeared to be nothing wrong.
It seemed almost a miracle that her body was so resilient, something they hadn’t told her about in school. As she had thought about her life in those hours watching the three men continue to stick cocks into Sister Grace, she realized there was a lot she didn’t know. Some had been forced upon her during the past two days of rape and pillage, but there was still a lot of it she was sure she still had to learn.
And she realized that she wanted to know it-to experience everything that was in the world. Her body cried for the torture to continue although she knew that her life was still tied up in the cloth. Surely as a sister administering to a parish, she had to know about the lust and the desires that worked upon her flock.
Voices called to them from somewhere inside the mansion, but both young nuns were too exhausted and battered to get up and seek their rescuers out.
They slumped naked on the heavy canvas mats on the stone floor, waiting for the others to finally make their way to the dungeon. Perhaps they should have gotten up and sought out their habits, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter anymore. Their bruises and welts seemed somehow more appropriate than clothes after all they had been through.
It was Father Flannigan and the mother superior who finally walked into the dungeon where Sisters Grace and Mary Celeste waited. Their eyes bulged and their mouths fell open when they saw their abused charges.
“What happened to you?” the mother superior hissed, glancing around the room at all of the torture devices that still stood ready.
“There were two men,’ Sister Mary Celeste answered, her eyes cast, to the floor so she would not be looking into the accusing faces of the two persons in cloth. “And then they brought a third one. I’ve been held captive since I first arrived.”
The mother superior rustled in her black habit to turn to Sister Grace. “And what about you?”
“They were waiting for me when I arrived,” the nun explained under the older woman’s seemingly harsh stare. “I was taken captive almost the minute I arrived.”
“And why are you naked?” the mother superior asked in a curiously strained voice.
“They stripped me, then Sister Grace when she arrived,” Mary Celeste tried to relate. “Then .-they did all sorts of things to us and made us do them to each other.”
“I bet they showed you their cocks,’ Father Flannigan said, speaking for the first time since entering the dungeon and seeing the naked young nuns. The words were broken as if by tension.
Mary Celeste was sure that it was the horror of the situation that she was hearing cloud his words.
She nodded.
And then they stuck them in all of your holes?” Father Flannigan breathed, almost as if it was not a true question.
She nodded again, raising her eyes to his face.
Instead of the accusation and horror that she expected, there was a look of intense interest. His eyes burned in their sockets as if a fire had been ignited behind them, and his lips were curled up at the corners in a tight smile rather than the frown she had expected.
“And what did they make you do to each other?” the mother superior suddenly asked, pulling the attention of the two young nuns back to herself.
“They … they made us lick each other,” Sister Grace finally managed to say, her face and her titties red from having to admit such a thing to her leader.
“Your pussies?” the mother superior moaned. “They made you suck each other’s cunt?”
The young naked nuns nodded, and the mother superior suddenly whirled back toward Father Flannigan.
“What do you think we should do with them?” the old nun breathed heavily.
Father Flannigan studied his two naked charges, looking from the titties and cunt of one to those of the other. His eyes traced the bruises and welts of their battered young bodies and seemed to drink in the results of their torture.
“I think we should comfort them,” he finally answered in an urgent voice. “Let’s show them that the church has many ways to accept them back into the fold.”
The mother superior’s face turned into a lusty smile at the answer she had received, and she turned and walked to the mat where Sister Grace lay. Using her hands, she pushed down the young nun’s shoulders until the girl lay naked on her back on the mat.
“Now let me comfort some of your wounds,” the older, habit-clad woman told her charge as her face dipped toward the young pussy.
“Come here, child,” Father Flannigan urged as he held his hands Out to Mary Celeste.
The cleric had moved to the edge of the mat upon which she sat and she could see a huge hump rising in the crotch of his robe. She went to her knees and made her way over, accepting his hands upon her shoulders. He pulled her to him, bumping her face into the hardness that poked her through the cloth.
“Now let my rod and my staff comfort you,” he said as he lifted the hem of his robe.
The black cloth was dropped over her, enclosing her inside the robe next to his bare legs. A fleshy spear poked her in the cheek and she leaned back enough to see what it was. A hard, throbbing cock jutted from the top of his balls and aimed straight at her face. He had worn nothing beneath and everything was open to her eyes and mouth.
“Let my rod comfort you,” he urged loudly again and Sister Mary Celeste stretched her lips wide to accept the thrust of his prick. His cock drove into the back of her mouth, spreading the taste of his precum across her tongue. Hands clasped her at the back of her head through the robe and guided her for a second, then held her firm as he pistoned his fleshy fucker into her face.
An excited chill ran down Sister Mary Celeste’s spine and her heart leaped in expectation.
All things had come together now and everything seemed to be working out all right. The past couple of days had opened her mind and her body to the pleasures of fucking and pain. But her life was still in the church. She had worried that the two worlds would never meet, but now she was being proven all wrong.
Her pussy creamed at the memory of the whip used by the mother superior, and she thought of all the young novices at the convent. Surely there were a lot of tiny, tight pussies among them just waiting to be sucked and beaten, and Father Flannigan could provide the needed cock.
It was all that her body and soul could ever desire.
THE END
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