Oftentimes, strange and unconventional desires lurk beneath the veneer of normalcy many individuals project. Given the right set of circumstances, these desires cease to be repressed-and are eventually acted out.
Certain individuals attempt to retaliate against the increasing necessity to comply with society's demands by embracing unorthodox modes of behavior. Subcultures exist in our society, catering to a wide range of tastes. If these cultural avenues of expression did not exist, the pressure to conform would become too much for some people to bear-and the consequences would be devastating.
Sister Grace-the heroine of CHAINED, RAPED NUN becomes an unwilling victim, caught up in a savage world she never dreamed existed. Sister Grace struggles to free herself-until she comes to understand the ultimate value of her new experience.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"I just don't understand, beloved mother," Sister Grace said, unconsciously genuflecting as she spoke. It was a nervous habit that she had picked up in her novitiate, and it crept back in on her during times of stress.
"There's a lot that you don't know, Sister," the mother superior said. The older nun had keyed the lock open in the heavy oaken door d barged in while Sister Grace was on her knees in prayer. There had hardly been time for a hurried amen before the young girl rose to face the supervisor of nuns of this terrifying new place.
Sister Grace pressed on, hoping that she wasn't pushing her luck.
"I thought I was just being reassigned to another parish," she said. "That's what they told me. But when they dropped me off it was at this old monastery. Then I was met by a couple of nuns, Beloved Mother, that wouldn't even say a word. All they did was lead me here to this cell and lock me inside."
The mother superior's eyes narrowed at the new arrival. The slitted eyelids gave her an eerie look since her brows were shaved completely off. The only hair on her face were the widow's whiskers that she had allowed to grow above her upper lip. The eyes themselves were steel-gray.
"There are some things you accept on faith, Sister," the older woman said as a crooked smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "They didn't discuss your new destination with you because you were fallen from grace. Awash in your sins without repentance, they owed you no excuse."
"What do you mean?" Sister Grace gasped, stunned by the mother superior's words.
"You think the church is so blind?" challenged Sister Beth, the mother superior. "We know that the cloth is no protection from the temptations of the flesh."
"But I don't know what you're talking about," Sister Grace insisted.
The older nun stood at least six inches taller than the young girl. Grace felt almost as if she had somehow regressed back to childhood, even though her body had grown into that of a shapely young woman. Beneath her robe were firm young tits, perhaps not as large as she would have hoped but certainly with the firmness and bounce of youth. Her stomach was flat, and the cunt hair that surrounded her pussy gash felt as if it had been spun from black silk. She knew it was the body of a vibrant young woman, but-for the church-she had decided long ago to keep it in rein. Her body had always remained pure.
Why then was the mother superior talking to her like she was nothing more than a common slut?
"Perhaps you aren't ready to confess your transgressions yet," the older nun said seriously. "Even so, there will still be severe penance that you will pay."
"But what was I supposed to have done, beloved mother?" Sister Grace pleaded, her girlish mind near panic.
"Young sisters can't bury their faces in each other's cunts in the House of God without being found out!" Sister Beth hissed.
The words shocked Sister Grace so severely that she couldn't even speak.
"There was a Sister Frances," the mother superior insisted in a strident voice. "I have seen the letter in the rectory explaining what you had done and recommending you for our special training!"
The name of Sister Frances slowly made a connection in Grace's mind. Then it became all too painfully clear.
"No, it's wrong," she insisted, holding her hands in the position of the supplicant. "There were rumors at the parish about Sister Frances and a Sister Mary Grace. And Sister Mary Grace was reassigned at the same time I was. Some mistake had to have been made. She's supposed to be here, and I'm supposed to go wherever it is that she arrived."
"Take off your robes and your shifts," the other nun ordered abruptly. "Everything off you except your mantle and your veil."
"But, beloved mother!" Sister Grace gasped, not really believing what she had heard.
Her protests were cut short by the older, larger nun stepping forward and lifting the back of her hand. It was poised right at Sister Grace's delicate cheek.
"It's another sin-disobedience!" Sister Beth growled, moving with the smaller girl while keeping her hand poised in the air. "Now do what I say, Sister, before I begin meting out the harsh punishment for your sins!"
Guilt and shame washed over the younger nun. To strip naked before another sister was something she almost couldn't comprehend.
"I am your mother superior!" the older woman demanded. "You will do as I say!"
It was enough to push Sister Grace to compliance.
She paused when she was down to the crude-clothed black bra and panties, but the glare of Sister Beth wilted her resistance. Grace's hands groped behind her for the clasp of the bra strap, then pushed thumbs into the side of her panties. She shoved them to the cold, stone floor, then stood erect in only wimple, mantle and veil.
One hand haltingly crept over to her pussy, trying to hide the patch of cunt hair that looked like a black pelt. The other arm crossed her chest, pinning her tits tightly to her chest. Sister Beth's right hand slapped viciously at Grace's arm. Mounds of tit-flesh jiggled.
Steel-gray eyes traveled across the young female flesh. Each golden square inch of skin was studied down to where her hand still covered her cunt. Sister Grace saw Sister Beth's lips tighten, and the younger girl reluctantly removed her hand. Silken pussy hair peeked out from the side of the palm and grew until the whole cunt was revealed.
Air hissed loudly between Sister Beth's clenched teeth as she stared at the beautiful pussy patch.
"It's cold," Sister Grace complained, wanting desperately to cover her flesh again.
"It's hot in Hell, Sister Grace," the older nun almost whispered, never taking her eyes from the silky cunt patch. "And it's going to take a lot of work and penance to keep your soul from burning for eternity. That's why you've been placed in our hands. Every one of the young nuns that have trouble keeping hands and tongues out of other pussies are confined to our care. You'll see no outside part of the world or the church again, Sister Grace, until all of your penance has been paid."
"But it's a mistake," Sister Grace insisted. "It was Sister Mary Grace, not me!"
"Defiance! Disobedience! Sin!" the older woman screamed, her hand going to her side.
There, lost in the black habit, was an ebony riding crop. The mother superior whipped it free from the cloth and swished it loudly through the air.
Fear ran down the young nun's spine. She glanced around, seeking some escape. But the crude stone walls made a prison, and the room was barely ten feet square. She might as well have been locked inside a medieval prison for all of the chance of freedom that she found.
The older nun with the riding crop was between her and the door. Even if she managed egress to get out, she certainly wouldn't be hard to find.
The riding crop lashed out and caught the naked flesh of Sister Grace's belly. It cut a crimson line into the golden skin. Grace doubled from the pain, and her motion backwards dropped her onto her bare ass onto the cot. Instinctively, her legs rose, bending at the knees and pulling close to her abdomen to protect her vulnerable belly.
The position seemed to please Sister Beth.
"Now, child," she whispered. "Take your hands and spread your pussy so I can see where the other nun licked with her tongue."
"But she didn't!" Grace insisted.
A slashing blow was launched at her face. She covered her face with her arms, and took the sting on the meat of her arms.
All thought of defiance was gone. The whip had chased away any reaction except compliance. Sister Grace's knees fell open, parting her thighs and opening her cunt gash. Her fingers weaved into the silky pussy muff and pried open the juicy pink slit.
Still clutching the riding crop high with one hand, Sister Beth fell to her knees at the side of the small bed. Her face was only a bit more than a foot from Sister Grace's spread cunt.
"Did she lick your clit?" the older nun said breathlessly.
"She didn't lick me at all!" Sister Grace cried, knowing her face and tits had turned crimson with the mark of her shame.
"Tell me!" the mother superior suddenly screamed, slashing down across the front of
Grace's body with the brutal riding crop.
An angry red line was branded into her flesh from the base of her neck clear down beyond and between her tits.
Grace reeled back from the blow. The back of her head slammed against the stone wall on the other side of the narrow cot, but her hands stayed at her cunt. Fingers pried her pink cunt gash even wider open out of fear of another blow.
"Yes!" she panted, knowing it was a lie as she uttered the word.
A rough finger pushed into the juicy pussy slit, worming up into the folds of skin at the top until it uncovered her clit. Grace winced when her clit was roughly pushed, then captured by two fingertips.
Why? Why? Why? There had to be something she didn't understand about the mother superior's motives.
"And did she stick her finger up your little cunt hole?" the older nun suddenly asked, moving her finger to the mouth of Grace's pussy gash. It glided down the shallow canyon of her young pussy.
"Yes!" Sister Grace gasped, knowing it was what was expected.
She grimaced as the finger was poked through the opening and into the tight channel of her cunt. It bumped up against a barrier that seemed to block any further progress into her pit.
"Ah, still a virgin," the older woman sighed. "Father Furst will be glad to hear that."
The finger worked around inside the mouth of the tight cunt hole, probing gently at the small portion of the walls before the maidenhead.
"And did Sister Frances lick it like this?" Sister Beth asked, dipping her face to Grace's delicious-looking slit.
A tongue curled out and into her cunt gash to explore the tiny, throbbing clit.
"No! Yes! I don't know!" Sister Grace wailed, not wanting to defy the mother superior but equally unwilling to admit falsely to such a terrible sin. Her teeth clenched in revulsion as she felt the tip of the tongue swirl around the tingling clit.
But the older nun didn't seem to notice the indecision as her tongue continued to fly across the young girl's clit. Lips closed over it and sucked on it like it was a tiny throbbing cock. Still the tongue licked and swirled, treating the clit like an ice cream cone. Her pussy hole began to flow with its juices.
The mother superior hummed in a sound of satisfaction, setting off small vibrations in the succulent slit. Juices from the cunt hole spread and slickened all of the flesh in the pussy crease.
Grace didn't recognize it as the beginnings of physical pleasure.
Sister Beth's tongue licked down from her clit, descending to the opening of her cunt hole, which nestled between delicate inner pussy lips. Each fold of flesh was firmly stroked by the cunt-lapping mother superior, before her tongue finally burrowed up the juicy young hole. She felt it slide hotly into her pussy pit almost up to her cherry. Then it licked all around the hot, tight walls inside her cunt.
Sister Grace realized that her cunt was actually being tongue-fucked.
"Oooh," she groaned, then bit her lower lip to cut off the sound.
Something intense gripped her like a fire deep inside her cunt. Her abdomen began to shake, as if her body was about to go out of control. Was this some way that her flesh had of throwing off the pleasure and temptation? It burned inside her and threatened to drive her wild.
Her pussy was threatening to explode. Then her whole body tensed and it was like a ball of fire was ejected from her cunt. Sister Grace gasped, her mind reeling. Pleasure at the release of all of that evil pressure was one of the best feelings that she had ever had.
Glory to God! Amen!
A short while later, a face slickened with pussy juice lifted from the cunt of the young girl, now passed out from sexual exhaustion. Slowly a grin spread on those glistening lips as the mother superior noticed the young girl's relaxed, reposing face.
This one will do well, she thought, just as soon as she is broken to the whips and chains.
CHAPTER TWO
The iron clamps at the ends of the chains suspended from the ceiling bit sharply into Sister Grace's wrists, as her toes stretched to touch the cold stones of the floor. The pain had intensified in the two hours that she had hung there in the dimness of the large old room. Small bleachers lined the rock wall in front of her, the benches dancing in the torchlight. Eight of the burning brands-two per wall-provided all the light.
The door to her right opened and the sound of shuffling feet called her attention to a long line of nuns, dressed severely in black habit, who were slowly beginning to fill up the creaking board seats of the stand. There were at least twenty and each of them had a face surrounded by a white wimple downturned to avoid Grace's pleading eyes. Not one of them would look upon the chained sister who hung there in the center of the room. They were her peers in cloth and obviously thought that she had been discovered drinking from the fountain of a cunt. And it just wasn't true. She wanted to scream at them that it just wasn't true!
Sister Beth, the mother superior, followed the last of the younger nuns into the room but didn't join them on the bleachers. Instead, she walked over to where Grace hung by her aching hands.
I "Beloved Mother," Sister Grace groaned, and the mother superior slapped her roughly
I across the cheek.
"Don't you heap on the sins of more lies," Sister Beth warned. "Your sisters all have their own sin in their past and are serving their own penance. They will give you understanding and help in what must be done, but you must not continue to flaunt your lies in their faces.
Debase yourself before them, and their presence will help you on your way. Show your pride and your defiance and you will receive nothing from them but thorns."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her sight flowing down the front of her habit rather than confront the steel-gray eyes.
"For your own good," Sister Beth laughed softly. "The good of both your soul and your body."
A door opposite the one the sisters had entered slowly opened and a cassocked priest stepped from the sacristy. His face was stern and the cloth long, the hem almost brushing against the stone of the floor. But what surprised Sister Grace was the bare toes of his feet each time he took a step toward where she was bound.
"Who have you brought before me?" his voice thundered as he arrived in front of her with a silver chalice filled with some kind of thick, clear oil. He carried himself with rigid authority, and perhaps if she could show him deference, he would temper his hand and thoughts with mercy.
"It is Sister Grace," the mother superior almost chanted as she moved sideways to remove herself from between the two. "She is still bound by her sin of having tasted the flesh of one of her sisters, and she seeks to perform penance. She awaits your guiding touch, Father."
"Is she repentant?" he asked Sister Beth, his icy blue eyes never leaving the delicate features of the chained young nun before him.
"She is repentant, and seeks punishment and guidance to lead her from the paths of sin," the mother superior said by rote, performing some ritual that Sister Grace didn't understand.
"No!" the young nun cried as she picked the word punishment from the tones of the chant. Even the previous night had been innocent in the eyes of her mind. It had been the mother superior who had been licking her pussy instead of Grace eating cunt, and she wouldn't have permitted that if she hadn't been compelled.
"Does she know sin?" Father Furst asked cryptically.
Sister Grace glanced desperately at the crowd of her fellow sisters. She thrashed in the chains, clanking them loudly to try to demand their attention. But it was like she didn't even exist. Mantles and veils were almost like cowls hiding their faces from her.
"Remove all of her habit except mantle and veil," the priest ordered, cupping the cup of oil in his hands.
His eyes were changing. Instead of the ice that had been in them when he had first approached her, Sister Grace could now see fire. If she hadn't known that he was a man of the church, she would have thought that it was manly lust that was now filling his face.
Two of the black-frocked younger nuns in the bleachers slowly detached themselves from the mass, then made their way silently across the room to their bound sister. Small hands pawed at the cloth of Grace's habit, unclasping then rippling it until it fell free. The black cloth slithered down her naked flesh and collapsed uselessly at her feet. When they had brought her garments to wear that morning, there had been no shifts, bra or panties. Beneath the robe, there was nothing but naked girl. Nothing adorned her except the mantle and veil.
The priest feasted his eyes on the young nun's exposed tits and cunt. The tits jutted out proudly from her chest, jiggling slightly with her movements in the chilled air. The silky muff of her cunt hair cupped around the slit of her cunt.
Her tits were much bigger than overturned teacups, and their flesh appeared to have been molded on her chest.
Sister Grace's face went red with embarrassment, contrasting sharply with the white of the wimple. The priest's eyes seemed to be pawing her almost like hands.
"The oil must begin the cleaning of her flesh," Father Furst said solemnly and raised the cup to her shoulders.
He poured the warm fluid onto the top of her chest, allowing it to run thickly down across her tits. Then he stepped behind her and lifted the veil. Grace felt the warmth of the oil run down her back and into the crack of her ass.
He completed the circle around her and stood before her again. Once again Grace lifted her eyes to the other sisters still reposing on the seats in a group. All eyes were on her, most of them stern and staring at her naked body. Many of them were glaring at the nipples of her tits or directly at her cunt. One of them even licked her lips as she peered at the black-pelted cunt-slit. Strip them of their habit and they would have looked no different from an audience at a sex show.
Father Furst's hands rose to Sister Grace's tender tits. Fingers spread and her tit mounds were lost beneath the massive palms. Oil greased his skin as he touched her, then he began massaging the greasiness into her tits.
Nipples were rubbed roughly, spared abrasions by the oil. The fingers cupped, lifting the palms until the fingertips bit sharply into the flesh of her tits. It was like a vise clamping down onto her tender flesh.
The hands moved, spreading onto her shoulders, then down across her tits to her stomach. Everywhere they rubbed her, working the greasiness clear into her skin. One fingertip probed into her small navel, shoving apart the folds of the hole. When it struck bottom, Sister Grace flinched as if her whole insides had been hit.
Then fingers were in her cunt bush, scratching through it while working in the oil. By the time they were through, every hair in her pussy patch was completely soaked. A fingertip moved into her cunt-slit. When the oil had leaked down her body, her pussy gash was mostly closed. His hand spread the oil across that pink sensitive flesh clear down to the opening of her cunt hole.
Sister Grace gasped when she felt her pussy pit slowly being opened. Then suddenly a thick masculine finger was buried partially inside. It touched at her virgin maindenhead, then slipped out of her cunt. The hands quickly descended to rub oil all over the fronts and the backs of her legs. Her ass cheeks were skipped over and the hands went to the backs of her shoulders then began to work down. Soon every inch of her skin, her ass and her face was sparkling with oil in the torchlight.
A fingertip ran down the crack of her ass. The ass cheeks tried to clench to trap it before it could find her shithole. But the oil made it impossible to resist. Slowly the finger slipped down and covered the brown bud of her ass-hole with its tip. It felt like a worm trying to wiggle into her ass. She tried to bear down to keep it outside but the oil made the path too easy. The wrinkled mouth of her shitter was forced open and the finger slipped deeply inside.
"Nooo!" Sister Grace whined, sure that the violation was a mortal sin.
She had never dreamed that anything would ever be poked up her ass-hole.
And that was where the finger was headed. It slipped from her shithole with a greased pop and glided into her oily cunt-slit. Inner cunt lips were forced apart and the fingertip centered on her cunt hole. It pressed, riding in again clear to her cherry.
At the same time that her pussy was being probed by the finger, the priest's thumb tapped against her recently freed shithole. Sister Grace hadn't thought anything about that trespass, so caught was her attention upon the violation of her cunt. But slowly the pressure there began to return as the priest leaned a shoulder into her back. This time her ass-hole did protest in pain as the thumb was buried so deeply. Father Furst had impaled both of her fuck holes, and held her obscenely like a bowling ball.
"Now she must taste the flame of the whip. Its fire will sear away some of the sin and defiance that the oil had raised from her skin."
The finger and thumb popped from her pussy and ass-hole so fast that she didn't realize it until they were gone. Grace's eyes flew open and dashed about the room, and she was terrorized by what she saw. The mother superior was returning from the side of the massive hall with an evil-looking bullwhip in her hand. Its tightly wrapped leather was at least six feet long as it coiled down onto the stone floor behind her. Sister Grace leaped against the chains, ripping the iron cuffs painfully into her wrists. She remembered well what the riding crop had done to her the previous evening, and it was a toy compared to the whip.
Sister Beth moved around to Grace's side, staring down at the hips of the young girl. "Your naked ass is a bed of wickedness that cries out to be punished. It asks for my whip like a slut's cunt would beg for a cock!"
"No!" Grace shrieked as the air was cut by the lash.
The young nun's naked ass cheeks exploded with an intense line of fire. She screamed senselessly as if a lighted torch had been dragged across her ass. Both cheeks were seared in a narrow line from side to side. The hideous hiss of the whip came again and a second trail of angry red was tattooed into Sister Grace's ass. But this one was at a slant, from the top of the left cheek to the bottom of the right. The third blow was bottom left to top right, completing a scarlet X with a third line through its center.
"Don't beat me!" Sister Grace screamed, throwing her ass and cunt forward to escape the blows.
But gravity hauled her back into place to meet the next slicing lash of the whip. Again it was on her ass, which was already red with darker crimson lines marking the flesh.
The pain took Grace to new heights of agony each time the lash beat against her oil-covered skin. The moisture seemed to make it hurt even worse and her whole ass felt like it was on fire. Then the whip traveled upward with its crashing blows, snapping around her waist and popping its tip into her navel. It felt like a sword had been used to cut her apart. Angry red circled her like a belt. Then the back of her shoulder caught the punishment, muscles beneath the skin knotting into tight cramps from the blows.
The louder Sister Grace screamed, the more power the mother superior applied, driven by her own sadistic desires and the frantic shrieks of the young girl. This part of the ritual was hers, and hers only, and it was better in the old bitch's mind than even getting fucked with a cock. Her pussy ran with its juices as she battered Sister Grace, innocent flesh sacrificed to the mother superior's blood lust.
Then, just as Grace was sure that it couldn't be worse, Sister Beth appeared again at her side. She popped the whip out onto the floor in front of the frightened, battered girl, then slashed it up from the floor. The whip rocketed through the air, uncoiling, until it slammed across her oil-covered tits.
"Aaeeeii!" Sister Grace shrieked in agony.
Her nipples felt as if they had been torn from her flesh. Both of the nubs hardened. Her tits leaped about on her chest. An earthquake of agony shook her young tits to their roots just as the lash coiled and snapped out again. This time the blow came across the top of her tit-mounds and seared across with a crimson line. Then again the whip found her tits, this time slamming into the underside of the mounds.
Each time a blow landed, fire burned throughout her tortured tits as if they had been dipped in fire. Grace's mouth fell open with almost continual groans.
When her tits had been crisscrossed by numerous red streaks, the whip traveled onto her stomach to box in the navel with angry scarlet marks. By now the whip never seemed to stop hitting. Loud grunts erupted from Sister Beth as she threw her weight into each strike. The excitement was driving the mother superior even harder, quickening and strengthening her hand.
"Stop!" a gruff male voice bellowed and the whip seemed to freeze in the air. Father Furst moved in close to Sister Grace. "It's time, child," he hissed at her. "No," Sister Grace moaned, captured by his eyes.
Father Furst's smile was crooked and appeared demented by carnal desire. "It's time for your learning to begin!"
CHAPTER THREE
"This is a fucking cock," Father Furst glowered down at Sister Grace as he towered above her.
The young nun was pinned on her back to a rough canvas mat, and one of the priest's feet was on each side of her chest. His cassock was flung off-he had been naked beneath-and his hand now held the base of a thick, heavy prick.
Sister Grace stared upward, mesmerized by the terrifying sight. A large hairy skin sac bulged at the bottom as if it held two bulky marbles, and above it dangled the heavy flesh of his cock. His prick sagged from its own weight, to finally point its end down toward the nun's panicked face. In her frightened eyes, his cock was a club that threatened to beat her to death.
Gathered around Sister Grace was a small cluster of six people-four younger nuns, the mother superior and the lewdly glaring priest.
"Look at it!" he ordered as he threw the crumpled cassock aside. "Look up here and see the root of all man's evil. The knob on the end is the forbidden fruit that Eve couldn't resist placing in her mouth!"
Sister Grace had never heard such a claim. Hadn't Adam been gone when Eve had been tempted, and did snakes have such a prick?
Her eyes traced the length of the cock from the base where it was held in his fingers to the swollen helmet of the cockhead at the end. Slowly it was hardening in his grasp, the knob turning purple and angry with desire, and thick veins bulged from the blood that was being collected in the flesh. More than eight inches of raging cock now jutted from his crotch and, in its end, was an evil little slit that looked almost like an eye.
"Here's what you really wanted when you were licking your sister's cunt," he exclaimed, shaking the massive fleshy tube at her face.
Hair grew wildly around his prick's thick base and across his heavy balls. Each strand was the same soft blonde of the hair on his head, but it was kinky while the other was straight.
Grace wanted to look away but she found that she couldn't. It was as if her eyes had been trapped. Never had she seen anything like it, and she had heard of pricks only from giggling girls she remembered from high school. It was totally beyond her comprehension that such a monster could actually be jammed into her cunt, despite the tales she had listened to in the dressing room of the high school gym.
Her body was naked but her face was still framed in black and white. The veil was caught beneath her back, slightly tilting back her head. Because of the strain, the edges of the white wimple cut into the sides of her face and into her neck.
"Show it to her, Father," the mother superior whispered, as if she was almost out of breath.
The frightened fascination on the captured young nun's face had turned on Sister Beth's cunt. Shaved pussy lips beneath the black habit were slickened with slippery cream, and she wanted to see the fear grow as the massive cock was lowered toward Grace's trembling lips.
"Make her remember it, Father," one of the younger nuns giggled, and the mother superior's mouth tightened into a frown. She hadn't given the young sisters permission to speak, and one of them had spoken out of turn. The older woman glanced sideways to see which one it had been, knowing she would later make the young girl sorry for the error.
"Hold her arms and legs outward," Father Furst ordered his four young charges, and the quartet of sisters spread around and dropped to their knees.
Two of them tugged out an arm apiece then pinned them to the mat. Four other hands wrapped around her ankles and spread-eagled her legs before locking her feet into place. Sister Grace struggled briefly but she really couldn't move, and she was trapped there as the bulging cock descended toward her face.
Father Furst slowly went to his knees, his horny cock jutting out from above his balls to thrust parallel to Sister Grace's face. She looked up at its undersurface from only a few inches away.
A heavy ridge of firm flesh ran from his balls all the way out to the base of the cockhead at the end. From this close, the veins ran blue in jagged lines. A thick band of skin connected the shaft to the bottom of the piss hole in the uncircumcised cock. Although it was tradition, the priest's foreskin had never been cut, and ruffled around like a collar at the back of his cockhead. It was one of his secret rebellions against the domination of the church.
The size of the whole cock made Sister Grace gasp. What little she had overheard before about fucking had told her that pricks were normally forced into a girl's cunt. But there was no way that such a raging monster could ever get into her tiny cunt hole, where even a couple of her fingers were enough to stretch the mouth tight. The one time in her life that she had tried to push a third finger inside her pussy had made her wince in pain.
"Teach her to respect it," urged the mother superior, the only nun not involved with trapping the young sister against the floor.
Sister Beth had dropped to her knees near Grace's head, and was leaned forward so she could see the cock poised over the young sister's lips.
"You must kiss it, child," Father Furst said as he levered the shaft downward until the cockhead brushed against her lips.
When she didn't pucker, he banged the heavy tube of flesh against the side of her face. It was like a small club.
"Either kiss it or we'll let the mother superior bring back her whip," the priest growled, rolling the cockhead back across Grace's closed mouth.
Every red welt on the young girl's body seemed to ache anew from the threat of the return of the whip. She decided to spare herself the best that she could, and puckered her lips against the hot flesh.
"No wonder you're a fucking nun!" Father Furst snarled down at her. "If that's the best that you can do, there's not a man in the world that would be interested in letting you play with his prick. Even a goddamn child could kiss a cock better than that!"
The words burned her like a branding iron. Late on lonely nights when her neglected pussy had tormented her, she had wondered whether she had run to the sisterhood to avoid her fears that she wasn't truly desirable. Would any boy have been interested in her if she had given them a chance?
Becoming a nun had kept her from having to find out.
"Lick it up and down if you can't figure out how to kiss it," the mother superior hissed into her ear.
"Do it!" the priest shouted, raising one clenched fist above her face.
Grace knew that he was about to crack the fist right into her nose, and urgently her tongue snaked out onto the bottom of the shaft of the cock.
She was surprised by its lack of taste. There was only a faint hint of saltiness similar to that she could have experienced from licking her own thumb. The skin of the shaft didn't feel much different either, and only the heat that was radiating into her mouth reminded her that it was a cock. The only moisture was the spit tracing out from her own tongue.
But then the tip of her tongue found the cockhead, and she was startled by the difference. No longer did the skin feel so familiar, and the flesh had a rubbery touch. As she swirled her tongue around the tip, licking across the piss slit, a small drop of pre-cum gave the prick some taste of its own.
"That's right!" Father Furst groaned, leaning forward to catch his weight on the floor with his hands. "Lick that goddamn thing like it was a fucking ice cream cone!"
She was licking a priest's cock. A panicky chill went through her spine. Quickly, she twisted her head away from the awful cockhead, which drew a wet line onto her cheek.
Her stomach exploded in pain. She hadn't been expecting the blow from the mother superior's fist, and the clenched fingers drove almost to her spine. Pain knotted her entire abdomen so violently that she was afraid that she would piss and shit. She screamed in agony when she finally had a breath, and the fist crashed down again. This time, thankfully, her muscles were firm, but it still hurt like hell. And she knew that the only way she could stop the brutal beating was to get her tongue back onto the cock.
Her face turned. The wet head of the prick slid back to her lips. Her tongue snaked back onto the throbbing thing, and Father Furst leaned backward slightly so only the cockhead was in reach.
"Ah," the priest moaned as Grace's tongue swirled around the tip of his prick.
Another bead of pre-cum was licked up into her mouth. The faint taste slickened across the tongue.
"That's good," the naked man urged. "Now open your lips all the way and take it into your mouth."
Sister Grace groaned. To actually suck it into her mouth made her almost want to choke. From somewhere out of the dim schoolgirl memories rose a word that she hadn't completely understood before-cocksucker. What her classmates had been giggling about was taking a prick into their hot little mouths.
She reluctantly opened her mouth. The cockhead rammed tightly against the opening of her throat, as her jaws were stretched wide by the intruding thickness in her mouth. The heavy thing lay like an iron bar along the entire length of her tongue.
Saliva collected in the back of her mouth and she knew that she would have to swallow. But she couldn't do it without closing her mouth around the bulging cock, so she did it and quickly gulped. It cleared the spit, but the priest misunderstood her actions and thought she was trying to suck him.
"That's the way to do it," he moaned from the heat and pressure of her mouth. "Suck on it more just like that."
There was nothing else she could do. Her mouth and tongue gripped the hot shaft and rubbed the cockhead up against the back of her mouth. As she sucked down, her cheeks caved in around it until she held it tight in her oral grasp. Then she gulped and gulped again, hoping that that would give the sucking action he sought.
"Goddamn!" Father Furst hissed, jamming his cock hard into the back of her sucking mouth. "Work on that beautiful fuck pole. Suck my cock like it was a goddamn straw!"
The naked priest drew his cock back, sliding most of it out of her sucking mouth. Then he hammered his cock all the way to the opening of her throat. The action of her mouth was delicious, but a little face-fucking along with it would give him the cocksucking he sought. The new little bitch of a nun was learning fast and already pleasuring his cock. If her cunt and ass-hole were half as good as her face, his prick would be pleased.
"Your fucking mouth is as tight as a pussy!" Father Furst moaned and continued to piston his prick.
No longer was he satisfied with a little cocksucking, now he wanted to batter the opening to her throat. Her whole mouth was hot with her spit, and his cock was lashing back and forth down her tongue.
Each of the two nuns that held Sister Grace's arms leaned down to see the thick cockshaft batter into their fellow nun's face. Both had felt the mighty prick in their own mouths and were fascinated by the sight of it fucking Grace's lips.
One of them reached out for the naked male ass that was pumping back and forth, and she ran velvety fingers across the hairy ass cheeks. A finger played down onto the puckered shithole, moving the hand with his thrusts to keep the finger in place. Slowly she pushed, forcing the finger into the tight ass-hole. Even dry, it slipped in clear to the first knuckle as the ass cheeks clenched about her hand. She kept her finger rigid and in place as the priest's humping corn-holed the finger back and forth in his ass.
The fourth nun's thoughts were on pussy. Sister Grace's naked pussy slit was gaping open for her to see. She ran one of her fingers into the delicate young cunt, the oil greasing the path clear into the cunt hole. The finger-fucking nun almost creamed in her own hidden cunt when she felt the maidenhead pressing back against her fingertip.
"Shitty bitch whore!" the lusty priest swore at the frightened girl pinned beneath him. "Fucking pro cocksucker walking around undiscovered in nun's habit!"
Sister Grace's body and mind were confused. A thick cock rammed back and forth in her mouth as three female faces framed by wimples leaned in to see. And something she didn't know had caused the priest to jerk frantically into her mouth, and now someone's hand was playing with her cunt. A finger poked into her pussy hole and pressed against the membrane of her virginity. The back of her mouth was taking such a beating that she had given up all semblance of trying to suck. All she could do was provide the mouth-pussy for the lewd priest to fuck. And the frightening shaft of cockmeat was actually swelling in her mouth.
"I'm going to blast cum right into her mouth!" Father Furst hissed as he felt his balls boiling with jism. The finger in his ass-hole was driving him wild and making the base of his spine ready to explode.
"Beat on her tits!" he screamed as he scooted forward so the nuns would have plenty of room.
The mother superior and the young nun on the opposite side of Sister Grace's body both slammed fists into her tits. They pounded her, blow after blow.
Grace's screams were muffled by the mouthful of cock. A finger pressed harshly against her maidenhead, pushing so severely that she thought it would tear. The massive shaft in her mouth was growing even larger as it started to press her jaws apart. Her stomach still ached from its beating, and her whole body was racked with pain.
"Here it fucking comes!" the priest roared, and something hot and sticky rocketed into the back of Grace's mouth.
She had to swallow quickly before it choked her, and she gulped down a thick wad of the stringy stuff. But as soon as she had cleared the back of her mouth, more of it came blasting in. She was being drowned in hot male cum, even while her tits were being pounded into submission.
She gulped, swallowing again. It was impossible to drink all of the cum from the horny priest's balls. Some of it leaked out of the corners of her lips and dribbled down the sides of her face.
But finally the fountain of cum began to slow and she could finally catch her breath. The cock slipped wetly from her lips and Grace gasped loudly, air rasping into her chest.
The priest's naked ass blocked the blows to her tits and she was thankful that the end had finally come. Little did she know that a mere face-fucking and painful tits would seem like a treat before that day was done.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, you slutty little bitch."
Father Furst laughed sadistically at the young nun who still had her finger buried up Sister Grace's cunt. The other girl had slid her finger from the priest's ass-hole when he had turned to see what was going on. But the finger-fucking one didn't get her hands back in time to keep from being found out.
"You're starting to enjoy pussy pretty well, aren't you, Sister?" the priest chided his young charge.
The finger slid from the cunt hole and unconsciously went to her lips. As Father Furst watched, the young nun licked cunt juice from her skin.
Father Furst found the whole situation amusing. He knew what the young girl's effrontery would bring. Sister Beth would accept only total obedience and control of her young nuns, and the priest decided to make the girl's transgression even worse.
"Since you like pussy so much," he told the nun who had finger-fucked Grace, "get your face down there into her cunt and lick it good so it will be juicy for my cock."
"She's still got her maidenhead," the young girl replied.
"Your fucking tongue's not long enough to do anything about that," he laughed and shoved the back of her head. The nun's face was forced down into Sister Grace's pussy. "Give it a good licking and I'll take care of that cherry. If you don't get it slick, I'll toss you out of there and back up onto the rack. You remember that, don't you, Sister? I think you're two inches taller since the last time."
Sister Rachel certainly remembered the painful stretching, when every joint in her body felt as if it were being pulled apart. She wanted to lick the captive nun's pussy, and the threat just gave her that much more incentive. If Father Furst wanted a slick pussy to tear open, Rachel's tongue would make sure the cunt cream flowed.
Sister Grace groaned when Rachel's tongue wormed its way into her cunt slit. The slimy tip darted down the length of her pussy crack and nuzzled against the opening of her pussy hole. Then the tongue darted back up to her clit. The girl was trying to lick everything at once in Grace's pink pussy slit.
"Sister Rachel is going to make one hell of a clit-licker," the priest chided Sister Beth.
Every muscle of the mother superior's body was tense as she watched the young nun lick the delicious new cunt. Sister Beth wanted to throw the young girl out from between those creamy-fleshed legs. If only she could bury her own tongue into that pink pussy pit right now, her own cunt would explode in ecstasy.
Sister Beth knew that the lusty priest would soon be fucking the crazed girl.
Sister Grace was having to fight her own physical sensations, and her body was quickly getting out of control. Grace bit her lower lip, trying to hide the sexual sparks in her cunt.
But it was no use. Moisture was already dripping through her cunt hole and beginning to slick en her pussy slit. Sister Grace imagined she could feel it on her cunt walls and leaking out into her pussy gash.
"Nooo!" she cried as her guts were gripped by physical pleasure.
The first series of small cums ripped through her cunt, igniting new sensations that pulsed like electrical current. Her ass-hole clenched, then seemed to breathe as the base of her spine burned with hot fire. The pussy-licking had pushed her far.
Sister Rachel's tongue glided up and down Grace's slippery pussyslit, lashing at the now-swollen clit bud. Then her tongue glided to the cunt hole, where it stiffened and jammed inside like a surrogate cock. It fucked the captive nun, gliding back and forth in the opening of her pussy channel.
"Nnngh! Nnngh! Nnngh!" Grace moaned each time a lightning bolt of sensation ripped through her guts.
All of the nuns and the priest were watching her cum from the licking of her cunt. She couldn't make it stop.
"Enough!" Father Furst ordered the cunt-lapping girl.
She lifted her mantled head up to plead with him to let her continue. Her whole face from forehead to chin glistened with the slippery cunt juices that her tongue had coaxed from the other girl.
The priest had no patience with Rachel's reluctance. He pushed the young nun from between the naked female thighs. Watching pussy-licking nuns was all right for a diversion, but his main desire was to rip the bleeding virgin hole. His cock pounded almost painfully from being so engorged with blood and he wanted a hot, virgin fuck.
Sister Grace's pussy lips flared open for him as he dropped to his knees between her legs. Rachel's tongue had left it glistening from cunt juices that even ran down to the puckered hole of her ass. The girl's whole crotch was smeared with the combination of the oil and her own fluids, and was hot and ready to be fucked.
Father Furst's cock throbbed with lust as he stared down into her gaping pussy slit.
He leaned toward her, placing his cockhead into her crack.
Sister Grace was surprised out of her confusion by the hardness and size of what was prodding against her cunt. Her eyes opened for the first time in minutes and she saw the hulking form of Father Furst leaning down over her body. Quickly she looked down across her sweating tits and sore stomach to see what was poking her in the pussy.
When she saw the mighty shaft pushing the cockhead even deeper, she gasped in terrible fright. He was actually going to fuck that monstrous thing into her cunt hole and rip her cherry apart!
Rachel's tongue had felt about the right size to prod up her little pussy, but his cock made the tongue seem little more than a finger. It was as thick as her wrist, and Grace knew that any thrust inside her would surely hurt like hell. All of the gripping pleasure that she had felt in her cunt had quickly died, and the void was filled by fear.
Still, the juices that had been stimulated remained, greasing the way into her tortured cunt.
Pressure grew on the opening of the hole, and a pulling, stretching pain began almost immediately. Her whole lower body tightened and she pushed down with her hips to try to resist it.
But, instead, the pressure gave Father Furst the added leverage he needed to ram the cockhead into the tight cunt.
"Oh, Mother of God! Father!" Grace gasped deliriously. "It's stretching my poor pussy hole too much to believe. It hurts-take it out, Father! I don't think I can stand it!"
"My cock will do a hell of a lot more than just stretch your cunt hole before I'm through, bitch!"
Father Furst snarled sadistically and leaned his weight into the tortured girl. Slowly, his thick shaft began to disappear into her juicy cunt mouth until his prickhead butted up against the resistance of her maidenhead.
"That's as far as it can go!" Sister Grace shrieked, the stretching of the cock against the barrier of her virginity almost too much to bear.
Her cunt was closed off to any further penetration without her flesh beginning to tear. Already she hurt more than she would have believed possible, and the cock was barely inside.
"It's just begun," the priest laughed wickedly, knowing that he was causing her intense pain.
But that was part of the thrill of fucking a virgin, and the vision of the blood that would stain his cock made his balls burn with lusty fire. He looked directly into the aching girl's face so he could see and relish the second she felt her maidenhead split. He wanted to see the agony that would twist and distort her face.
"Oh, it hurts!" Grace wailed. "Please don't fuck my pussy! Please don't tear up my cherry!"
The tiny gap in the middle of her maidenhead gave the priest's cock a target for its pressure. The more her cherry resisted him, the harder he pushed, with the end of his prick. All of the pain receptors in Grace's whole body now seemed concentrated in her cunt. Every one of them seemed to be shrieking out in agony!
"Open up, bitch, and feel your first cock!" the priest growled. "Take this cock all the way up your cunt hole and bleed from your first fuck!"
The membranes began to tear. Pain ripped through her cunt hole as the maidenhead was pulled apart. Suddenly it burst, ripping from the walls of her inner pussy. His brutal cock jammed clear to the back of her hole.
Her virginity was ripped from her. His thick cock jammed all the way into places that had never even felt a finger before. The head of the mighty cock-shaft was warm itself, but it was the blood that put the heat in her cunt. It blended with her pussy juices and greased the way for the raging prick even more.
"I've broken her cherry!" the priest announced to the gathering of nuns around him.
He nudged his long cock harder and bumped the thick prickhead up against the opening of her womb. The whole back wall of her pussy channel felt battered where the club had slammed into the back of her cunt, and she felt as if her abdomen was being pushed out of shape. Never before had she ever felt so completely filled, even when she had to take a terrible shit. It frightened her, and she wanted his thick cock out of her body, but was afraid of how much it would hurt rubbing against her torn maidenhead during its retreat.
"That's what the sin of fucking feels like," Father Furst hissed at her. "That's what you've been wanting ever since that first little pussy hair grew around your cunt. You've been begging without realizing it for some long prick up your cunt, and licking your fellow sister's cunt didn't change the fact that it was a cock that you sought. Recognize it for what it is, Sister, so you can identify it whenever the temptation arises."
The thick shaft began to pull out and Sister Grace moaned. Its hard surface rubbed harshly against the torn flesh of her cherry, and made it bleed even more. The cockhead bulged inside even larger than the shaft, and she could feel it along every inch of the way. It was like a fist inside her!
"It hurts," she whimpered as the pain of her tattered flesh grew. Behind the retreating cockhead, her cunt channel was collapsing like a balloon without any air. "Isn't that enough? My virginity is gone! I don't think I can take any more."
"It's sin!" the mother superior exclaimed, dropping down by the side of the naked raped girl. "Feel that male cock inside you? It's going to plunder your poor cunt. It's what all of the lewd young girls seek!"
"This cunt is tighter than her mouth," the priest said as he began ramming his cock inside again.
Her pussy channel was gripping him so savagely that it felt like his prick was caught in a vise.
Two of the other nuns still pinned her arms and watched fascinated as his cock tore into her cunt, and Sister Rachel still had pussy juices on her face.
His cock completed its second journey up her torn cunt. As it pulled out again, just the swollen knob at its end was lodged between her tender young pussy lips.
The priest glanced down and could see the blood that stained the long shaft. No man or boy had ever pushed a prick up where his had just been, and he had the blood of her virginity to prove it. The thought caused a thrill of sexual and manly pleasure to run through the lower half of his body, and the fire of excitement made him want to completely ravish the girl.
No longer did he care to make the strokes slow and easy. He wanted to slam his hard cock as hard as he could into the already battered pussy until the young bitch nun would never be able to get her first fuck out of her mind. Throughout her life, whenever she thought about pussy and cock, it would be his mighty prick that was lodged firmly in her mind.
"No!" Sister Grace cried as the cockhead was slammed into the end of her pussy channel, bruising the tender flesh that had never been fucked before.
Another brutal thrust jarred her as it felt like the horny priest was trying to fuck all the way into her chest. The strokes were still long and hard but now they were pistoning rapidly, and her torn cunt hole never had a chance to recover.
The torn membrane of her maidenhead was pulled completely loose, and the back of her cunt felt as if it was being battered by a hammer. He was nailing her to the floor with the long spike of his prick.
Pussy juices sloshed as he fucked her. Blood and the remnants of the oil blended with them and finally worked into a pink froth. It dripped out of her cunt with each stroke and poured down to spread redness over her ass.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Sister Grace now grunted as each stroke pounded into her guts. She was beyond even begging for the rampant rape to stop or slow down.
"Fuck her, Father!" Sister Rachel gasped as she walked around to the side of Grace's body. Sister Rachel's eyes were captured by the sight of the fucking cock and gaping pussy, and she didn't even notice Sister Beth's displeasure.
The fourth nun also could no longer control her own excitement, and it was again to the priest's ass that she kneeled. Before she had corn-holed a finger into his shitter, but this time she cupped his hairy balls in her hand. Her fingers squeezed the heavy marbles, helping them to hurry his boiling cum.
"I'm going to anoint the inside of her pussy with oil!" Father Furst screamed, as if he was half-trapped in some kind of liturgy.
Inside Grace's cunt, the thick shaft of his cock was swelling even further, and the fourth nun felt the priest's balls begin to lift from the palm of her hand.
"I'm going to cum!" the priest howled, slamming his cock to the end of her cunt channel and pressing it hard without retreating.
Suddenly a wild splash of hot wetness splattered into Sister Grace's cunt depths, and jism blasted into her cunt for the first time ever. It scalded her with its hotness, igniting nerves in her own guts that caused her to lift her ass from the mat.
Now the priest humped against her furiously, driven by the fire erupting from his balls and pulsing down his cock. Blood, oil, cunt juices, and male cum all sloshed together, turning her cunt hole into a frothy mess. It poured out around the rampant cock and puddled on the mat. All the girls just stared at the joining of cock to cunt hole, as their chests clenched tightly in excitement.
Not a breath by the whole bunch, including the well-fucked Sister Grace, was taken until the last wad of cum was shot and the brutal rape was through.
CHAPTER FIVE
No sooner had the blood-stained prick of Father Furst fallen from her tattered cunt and the priest gone back through the door into the sacristy then the females of the cloth fell upon her under the guidance of the sadistic mother superior. A thirst for the delights of a young nun's naked body had worked the older nun into a state of frenzy.
"Leave the mantle and veil on, but get the rest of it off," the mother superior growled at
Sister Rachel. "Then I want you to sit your naked pussy right down on Sister Grace's face."
Grace was revolted by the idea of eating pussy, even though she had been accused of it before. Any time a tongue had touched cunt flesh when Sister Grace had been involved, it had always been her pussyslit that was being licked. Actually having pussylips pressed against her mouth was almost too lewd to believe.
But Sister Grace knew what would come from defiance-the threat of the whip was always in the back of her mind. The welts that covered her body were still hurting, and she didn't want to add to that pain.
Sister Rachel stepped onto the canvas and stripped away her robe and shifts. The panties and bra quickly followed and she stood naked except for the mantle and veil.
Rachel's tits were magnificent. The full womanly size of her fleshy tit mounds made Grace feel like her own tits were little more than those of a child. Her nipples jutted out as if they were waiting for a hand or a mouth to enclose them, and their hardness showed that she was turned on by the thought of grinding her pussy right into Sister Grace's face.
Rachel's pussy was as striking as her tits. A full muff of cunt hair swirled around the pouting cunt slit, which showed through her golden-red hair. The pussy crack was like an open pink mouth already puckering to meet Grace's kiss. Juice glistened in the pussy slit.
"Holy Mother of God," Sister Grace moaned as the other young nun positioned one bare foot on each side of her head.
The captured girl looked right up into the flowering pussy gash that hovered above her face. With the spread of her legs, the cunt slot had opened to reveal its glorious splendor.
Her clit was larger than Grace had ever thought possible, jutting out from the top of the pussy crack like a tiny cock. It made her own pussy feel just that much more insufficient, not knowing whether her tiny clit bud was unnatural or not.
Her outer cunt lips pouted open to show more delicate inner cunt lips, and nestled between them was the opening of her cunt hole. Moisture glistened on the pussy mouth as if it was ready for a wet, luscious kiss. The whole crotch began to settle toward Sister Grace's face.
The tortured nun stared open-mouthed at the pink pussy as it came nearer. The more Rachel crouched, the more the pussy gash parted, until it was big enough to match the spread of Grace's own lips. It soon covered the lower half of Grace's face, cunt lips perpendicular to her mouth. She was almost smothered by delicious young cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Sister Rachel cooed, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
Grace's open mouth kissed the cunt gash and sent thrills of sexual desire through the girl sitting on her face.
Golden-red cunt hair tickled Sister Grace's nose as folds of pussy flesh slipped between her teeth. The flavor of pussy was there from the start, slightly acidic but gentle to the tongue. Rachel's long, tender clit tickled the bottom of her nose.
"Eat her cunt!" the mother superior hissed, leaning over.
The older nun's mouth was only a few inches away from the cunt-licking lips of the younger girl.
Grace's tongue snaked out and stroked the tender cunt flesh inside the open, sweet-smelling pussy gash.
It slid down the slippery slit to the pussy hole and began fucking up into the ring of muscles that made up the tight little mouth. The tongue curled to force its way into the slippery channel.
"Fuck me with your tongue!" Rachel groaned, her pleasure beginning to consume her. "Fuck into me like your mouth had a cock. Eat out my cunt hole while I rub pussy juice all over your face!"
If there was anything the passionate Sister Rachel liked better than eating pussy, it was having her own cunt stroked and fucked by another girl's velvety tongue.
Tight hands gripped Sister Grace's wrists, forcing them down against the scratchy old canvas. No one held her legs now, but there was little freedom in that. Her entire head was pinned by an overflowing cunt.
The pussy gash began slashing about her face. Sometimes the slick slit covered both her mouth and her nose and cut off her breath.
The bottom of her wimple was totally soaked in pussy juices. The cunt that was fucking her face was pouring out its cream, which gushed also into her mouth. Grace was swallowing as often as she could, and she still always seemed to have a mouthful of the tasty stuff.
"The clit!" Sister Beth ordered, whispering urgently in Sister Grace's ear.
Grace's lips closed over the throbbing shaft of sex nerves and sucked Rachel's clit far into her mouth. Her teeth and tongue closed down over it as they had done to Father Furst's cock, and she sucked on it like it was a man's prick.
Suddenly Rachel's entire body stiffened. A whole gush of pussy juice poured from the cunt lips and Grace had to pause in her sucking to gulp some of it down. Most of it ran down onto her neck, seeping through her wimple to drain to her tits.
"Suck it!" Rachel hissed, slamming her knees against Grace's ears. "Give me a good cock-sucking on my clit! Ram it into your mouth just like you did that awful priest's prick!"
The flood didn't stop or slow down. Grace had shifted enough to let almost all of it run off her face so she could keep sucking on the distended pussy clit. What little that seeped between her lips told her that the taste was changing in the fluid draining from the other girl's cunt. Sister Rachel was finally beginning to cum heavily onto the captive girl's face. Her pussy was ridden against Grace's face, lips tugging at her clit, and her chin poked against Rachel's cunt hole.
"No more, greedy girl," the mother superior finally said to Rachel as she was pussy-riding
Grace's slickened face. Three times she had to say it sternly before she clawed through to the attention of the cumming girl.
"You're not letting Sister Grace in on the fun," Sister Beth chastised the lust-driven young girl. "Slip down there and rub your pussy mounds together. Fuck your cunt slits up and down into each other's and both of you can cum."
Grace's own cunt had slickened while her attention was diverted, but she really didn't want the touch of the other girl. It was just one more perversion into which she was being compelled. But Rachel didn't seem to have any such reluctance, as she slithered down onto Grace's naked body. Tits rubbed against tits, nipples teasing together, as the cunt gashes finally came together.
Rachel shifted her hips slightly downward, holding herself up on her elbows, then drove her cunt mound into that of the tortured girl. Hot, wet pussy slots matched lips to lips in their vaginal kiss. Rachel's clit was pulled along the length of Grace's pussy gash and felt almost like a tiny cock. Grace's own clit had also begun to swell until its nubby head finally poked out to meet the larger, harder one protruding from
Rachel's pussy crack.
Grace couldn't help herself. She creamed pussy juices right up into the other girl's cunt gash. Pussy slits rubbed one another, clits stroked against each other. The sexual lightning that it was stirring was almost driving both girls wild. Their cunt hair was so mashed together that the hairs intertwined, golden-red strands tightly snarling into the ebony ones of Grace's cunt.
Rachel's body arched upward from a particularly crashing cum. Her hands pushed the floor so hard that they almost lifted her free from Grace's naked flesh. Only their pussies remained clamped together to continue building the blazing sexual fire.
Just then something thick and gooey splashed down into their grinding cunts. A whole jar of it was thrown into their pussies, and they were almost startled apart. But, before they could move, both the mother superior and the fourth nun had pounced on Rachel's naked ass. They forced her ass down until their cunts were even closer together. Something mushy permeated their pussy hair. Slowly it began to warm, and seemed to grow thicker.
"What are you doing?" Sister Rachel screamed, but couldn't pull her cunt from Grace's crotch. "What the hell did you throw on us? It's soaked down both of our cunts!"
"It won't be wet for long," the mother superior laughed. "You both seem to like pussy so much that I thought I would give you a chance to keep them together. It should be about dry now-it's fast-acting cement that won't stick to your skin, but will weld your pussy hair completely together. The only way to get your cunts free now is to either cut the strands or to pull yourselves apart."
Grace and Rachel found that it was true. No matter how much they twisted, all they managed was to make both of them hurt. Finally they landed on their asses, with their legs crossing each other's, keeping their pussies together to keep from tearing out the hair.
"Please set us free!" Sister Grace pleaded, wincing.
Any slight movement made her cunt hair feel like it was being pulled out by the roots.
"Oh, no," the older woman laughed. "Getting loose is your problem. My problem is to punish you for your sins and transgressions. And that means the whip for Sister Grace's past failings and for Sister Rachel's lack of restraint.
As soon as you're tired of my beating you, you can pull yourselves apart. The whip isn't going to stop until you do."
One of the other young nuns returned with a bullwhip. For a second, Sister Grace thought she was the lucky one when the mother superior clearly preferred to whip Sister Rachel. But she hadn't counted on the sadistic young bitch behind her who had finally gotten her hands on the lash. She made Grace pay for every single lash that she had ever taken herself.
An explosion of pain ripped across Grace's back, searing the flesh with a long scarlet line. It landed on flesh, missing the veil, and the tip of it wrapped around and slapped the side of her right tit. The whole tit mound leaped and a knife of excruciating pain burned into her chest.
"Nooo!" Grace screamed at the return of the brutal whip.
Her body was still laced by the marks of the beatings before, and there was little undamaged flesh. Everywhere that the whip landed now would be cutting old wounds, which made it that much more painful. Desperately, she threw her shoulders and arms back, trying to block the next blow from the whip.
It was a mistake. The front of her body was pulled away from Sister Rachel's and the next slash fell on the top of her exposed tits. Sear marks etched into them, and the pain was almost too intense to bear. Grace's body jerked erect, her arms flying around to wrap across her tits, and the whip cut again into her back. There was no way to protect herself both front and rear.
The mother superior was also busy with the bullwhip. She, too, slashed Rachel's back, and hit the young luscious tits every time they were exposed.
Frantically, the two girls tried everything, driving their bodies together to mash tit to tit to protect the bruised nipples. Locked together, they looked like one large naked beast with two backs and no front. But the position gave the two torturers all the flesh they needed to slice at, and the vicious beating seemed as if it would never stop.
Within minutes, both of the veils were tattered cloth and laying uselessly on the floor. No longer able to stand the repeated blows to her previous wounds, Grace suddenly threw herself backwards again. This time when the whip crashed down onto her tits, the end of the lash caught one of Grace's nipples. It began to bleed from a tear at its base. One more such blow and it would probably be ripped from her tit.
"Aeeeiii!" Sister Grace screamed, knowing that she couldn't stand much more.
Her hands covered the ends of her tits to at least protect their swollen, bleeding nubs. Something had to be done quickly and there was little that she could do. Everything depended on the two lashed girls getting apart.
Already leaning backward, Grace threw herself to the rear even more. Pain ripped through the flesh around her pussy severely but she was too shocked to scream. Around the edges of her muff, small patches of cunt hair pulled loose. Pores were ripped to pieces as the roots of the kinky black hair tore free.
"Nooo!" Sister Rachel shrieked as her pussy felt like it was being torn apart.
Hair from her golden-red cunt pelt had also torn free. Their bodies were far apart now and the whips traveled to the middle. Grace's hand still covered her damaged, bleeding tit, but the other tit was bouncing free. Both of Rachel's tits were slashed, and the bull whips even cut their stomachs. Even though they were trying to do what the mother superior was forcing upon them, the lashing slowed not a bit.
Grace lunged backwards again. This time both of the naked girls screamed at the top of their lungs. Whips whistled through the air and snapped against sweating female skin. The tearing of cunt hair from pussy flesh was almost loud enough to hear.
Sister Grace worked her right foot up onto Sister Rachel's stomach where it could push hard against the milky flesh. Levering herself away from the other naked body, she managed to tear more pussy hair apart. The cement held without giving, and all of their freedom was won through torn skin. Another shove, this time with the sole of her foot braced against the bottom of one of Rachel's tits, gained them a little more room.
Rachel's foot was now also pushing against Grace's tits, and neither young nun cared how much pain she was causing. Anything would be better than the whips that were quickly beating them to death.
Then, with both of them giving a mighty shove, most of the hair pulled free. Some of it ripped from Rachel's flesh and the rest of it tore from Grace's skin. Nothing held them together now except the thick swatches growing from their outer cunt lips. Some of the hair was rooted in extremely tender pussy flesh and would be even more horrifying to pull out.
But the whips solved all of their reluctance; it was the only way they could get the beating to end. Sister Grace shoved her foot almost through the other girl's body, while Rachel nearly crushed Grace's left tit.
Then they were free. The last tangled cunt hair jerked from pink skin. Both of them bled profusely around their pussies, and angry red patches of bare skin showed where cunt hair had been.
All four of their hands slapped into their two cunts, trying to rub away the pain. What cunt hair that Rachel had left was topped by the black strands of Grace's muff. And Sister Grace's tattered pussy muff looked bleached on the ends where golden-red hair intertwined with the black.
They were free. The whips had finally stopped. But they had paid a very dear price.
CHAPTER SIX
One of the younger nuns led the hobbling Sister Rachel from the large room while the two others hoisted Sister Grace onto a nearby altar table. She was on her back and a wedge of cloth was shoved under her ass to lift her pussy up toward the air. She was so exhausted and humiliated that she didn't try to stop them, even when they rubbed crude lye soap into what was left of her cunt hair.
Then the mother superior stepped between her legs with a glistening solid-silver straight razor held in one hand. The older nun eyed the tattered, soaked pussy patch, then began shaving it away with a crooked smile on her face.
Grace had been frightened that the razor would be used to torture her, but the mother superior used it only to whisk the hair away. When the cunt mound was completely bare, the young nun flipped Grace over and held her ass cheeks while Sister Beth shaved the hairs around her ass-hole. By the time the razor was through, there wasn't a single strand of ebony hair around her cunt or shithole.
They returned her to her small cell, locking the door when they left and leaving Sister Grace alone. Grace removed the clasps from her jet-black hair and let it tumble loosely down to cover her back. Then she groaned, sore with every move, and rolled over onto her back on the narrow, dirty cot.
Her fingers found her right nipple and touched it gently. Grace was almost surprised to find that the tattered nub of flesh didn't dangle loosely from her tit. One side of it had torn at the base against the areola, but the flesh hadn't been sliced clear through. A chance to heal and it ought to survive without being disfigured at all.
The only question now was whether it would get that needed opportunity.
The slash marks still burned and were crimson, but her skin hadn't been torn open at any other place but her tit. A few bruises here and there from the more brutal blows, but in some places the angry red had even begun to fade. She realized that it would be days before all of them were gone and, considering her situation, there was probably little chance that others wouldn't be created.
She sighed, then drifted off to sleep. Her sleep was fitful. Occasionally she would waken, confused about where she was, then she would remember and the tears would come. Prayer lulled her back to sleep each time.
* * *
Sister Grace recognized the dim room where she had been brought-the torture room of a dungeon.
Many of the devices scattered about the dank, cavernous area she had seen only in history books before. There had been a mild fascination for her in those crude drawings and she had often pored through them when she was alone.
The younger nuns forced her into a set of wooden stocks, ignoring the holes for her feet and trapping only her hands and neck. Her knees were on a canvas mat on the floor as they locked the top bar into place.
They left her for what seemed like hours.
Sister Beth, the mother superior, and Father Furst finally arrived. Grace was aching so severely that she was glad to see even them.
But the two frocked church officials had no thought of freeing their young captive. They had told the younger nuns to place her in stocks for a purpse. Grace tried to brace herself for the worst but her mind couldn't even conceive of the pain and degradation that was to follow.
Had she known then and been forced to anticipate it, it probably would have driven her out of her mind.
"That's a cute little ass hanging out there," Father Furst laughed harshly, then slapped a palm across the naked ass cheeks.
Grace jolted forward, driving her shoulders into the rough wood, and the sting in her ass burned clear out into the earlier marks of the whip. One blow had ignited them all and felt like several lashes from the evil bullwhip.
"And tits too," the mother superior sneered, leaning over to catch one of the dangling tits in her hand.
Fingers squeezed Grace's tit almost enough to crush it, then her hand yanked sharply away. Pain exploded throughout her tit and felt like it was almost ripped away. Thankfully, the mother superior had closed her hand over the left tit instead of the one already seriously damaged. Such a jerk of the hand might have finished the job of tearing her right nipple free.
Already, only seconds after her two torturers had stepped up to her, Sister Grace was in intense agony.
And the punishment hadn't even begun.
"Her cunt is all dry," the priest snarled as he poked a finger into Sister's Grace's pussy gash. "Well, my cock will juice it up."
Then the mother superior said to Grace: "You better pray for pussy juices, child, because if they don't flow, his cock is going to tear your pussy apart."
Grace heard the priest fall to the mat behind her, then his knees roughly pried her legs apart. One hand pawed into her cunt gash, spreading the lips wide. Then the dry knob of his cockhead butted against the opening of her pussy hole.
There wasn't a single drop of moisture between them, and fucking seemed completely impossible.
But the young nun hadn't considered Father Furst's determination and his complete lack of concern about how much pain he caused. In spite of the dryness, he was resolved to stuff his thick prick into her cunt.
"Ouch!" Sister Grace yelped as the first thrust was made.
The cockhead was nuzzled into the opening of her cunt hole but it pulled her flesh with it rather than slipping in. The skin inside her pussy gash pulled tightly at the effort and felt as if it was going to tear.
The cock wiggled from side to side, forcing another third of the cockhead inside. Grace gasped at the pain as the mouth of her cunt hole was forced inside along with his prick.
The cockhead fucked at the opening to her pussy pit as if that was all that it intended to try. Each little thrust forward stretched her skin and threatened to rip her flesh. The movements weren't going very far but it was enough to fire the pain.
"Oh, hail Mary, Mother of God," Sister Grace muttered beneath her breath.
All the prayers in the world couldn't stop the feeling of having a prick trying to jam into her dry cunt. But if prayers couldn't help her, her body could protect itself. The thrusting nudges against the mouth of her pussy had turned on the moisture of her cunt. Slowly it worked its way down to grease the stretched opening of her pussy hole. One of the thrusts finally drove the prickhead all the way inside. It was still tight in the faint wetness, but at least it was sliding a bit rather than tearing.
The sexual sensation turned on the additional flow. Slowly her pussy was greased, although in self-defense.
"I thought that cunt hole would rather have a slippery fuck than a dry one," Father Furst said behind her, now kneading his fingers over her battered ass cheeks.
Sister Grace didn't know which hurt worse, the bruising of her damaged ass or the painful plugging of her cunt hole. But she didn't have a choice. She had to endure them both.
"Get in on this, Sister," the father urged the mother superior. "Don't you want your naked pussy pleasured?"
Slowly Sister Beth lifted the bottom of her robe until she raised it clear of her hips.
Even the pressure of a cock in her cunt couldn't keep Sister Grace from staring intently between the mother superior's legs. The older nun had worn nothing beneath her shifts and robe, and her cunt was there to see.
Now Sister Grace understood the priest's words when he said that Sister Beth's pussy was naked. There wasn't a single hair growing around her cunt lips, and not even a shadow where it had been shaved. Somehow every single strand had been plucked from her skin and the pores destroyed to keep new ones from growing. Not a single hair would ever mark the mother superior's pussy, even until the day she died. Her pussy was indeed as naked as the day she had been born.
"You like that, Sister?" the older man said to the fascinated Grace. "You think the idea of licking a pussy would be so much better if you didn't have to worry about all of the hair? Just look at it! It looks like the cunt slit of a child. All the times you looked at your own hairless pussy when you were growing up, just wishing that you could kiss it, is finally going to come true."
Grace gulped air into her lungs. The hairless cunt crack did look like a younger nun's cunt even though it was bigger in size. The mound around the slit emphasized the depths of the pussy gash, where wet pinkness winked through. It looked almost good enough to eat, even to the startled Sister Grace.
That was exactly what she was going to have to do.
His huge cock now thundered all the way into her own cunt, shaved but not plucked clean. Juices were pouring around his impaling shaft, wetting down both her pussy gash and his cock. The sight of the mother superior's completely bare cunt mound had juiced Grace's pussy even more.
Sister Beth plopped her naked ass onto a bench and scooted up close to Grace's face. Her feet lifted high, then stretched beyond the younger nun's head until her calves found the top of the stocks. Her dripping cunt gash was now only a couple of inches below Sister Grace's face.
Sister Beth lifted her ass cheeks from the bench as she lowered her legs over the stocks until the backs of her knees locked across the top. Her pink pussy was shoved right against Grace's mouth and the bent knees across the top of the stocks kept her cunt in place.
Sister Grace's tongue wiggled out, trying to push the pussy gash away. She gained enough room to breathe and, at the same time, started licking the mother superior's cunt.
"Lick it good, slut sister," the mother superior demanded, "or I'll get my whip and beat you to death. I want a cuntlicking, and that mouth better not be still until I say it's okay."
Grace licked the slippery pussy crack. Her tongue gathered up a film of pussy juice and spread the taste throughout her mouth. The touch of her cheeks against the smooth skin surrounding Sister Beth's pussy felt somehow excitingly clean. It wasn't like trying to fight her way through the thick golden-red bush of Sister Rachel's cunt.
The priest's hard throbbing cock slipped out of Grace's own cunt hole. She was aware that it was gone, but she was too involved with licking the mother superior's pussy to wonder what it could mean. Her tongue teased up the slippery pussy slit until it tickled at the older nun's pulsing clit. Grace was glad to see that the bud wasn't nearly as long or big as the one in Sister Rachel's cunt. That one had made her feel inferior, and, while Sister Beth's was still larger than Grace's, it was at least close to the same size.
Something pressed hard against her shithole as Father Furst's hands spread her ass cheeks. The crack of Sister Grace's ass was pulled apart by the clutching fingers and she knew that her ass-hole was completely exposed. But she hadn't worried about it until it was rudely bumped by something that felt like a fist. Then the pressure increased and a third of the priest's bulging cockhead was pushed into the small brown hole.
"Nooooo!" Sister Grace screamed into the mother superior's cunt.
The puckered mouth of her ass-hole was painfully being pried apart. Now she knew what it was that was attacking her shithole, and the idea of a cock crammed through the small opening almost made her panic. Sometimes she hurt when she was just taking a shit, and nothing as big as a cock had ever come out.
"Please don't fuck me there!" she bubbled into the smothering cunt. "It hurts! I can't stand it already. Your cock is too big to ever go in there without tearing me apart!"
Lewd words that had made her wince only that morning were now pouring from her mouth.
"Aeeeeii!" she screamed as another shove drove the cockhead halfway into her shitter. "My ass-hole! Your fucking cock is killing my shithole. Take it out! Take it out!"
"No fucking way," the priest laughed sadistically. "I'm going to corn-hole your ass until you're blind! You're going to take so much long cock up your shithole that you're going to think you are in Hell!"
Sister Grace had never felt such tearing pain, even during the raping of her virgin cunt. Her ass ring wasn't built, she thought frantically, for such perverted abuse. Things were supposed to come out, not be shoved in, and the cock was entirely too big. So intense was the feeling that she could feel the circular hole that had been wedged by the cockhead, as her ass-hole fought painfully against the penetration.
Her whole body was shoved forward, ramming shoulders into the wood and bracing her body for the ass-hole attack. It felt like a knife was slicing into her rather than a prick.
"Ah!" the priest groaned as his cockhead snapped completely into the tight ring of the girl's ass-hole.
He stared down at his cock now disappearing into her ass. Every bit of the knob on the end was now out of sight behind the smoothly stretched hole and an inch of the shaft had been shoved in. The flesh around her shitter looked like it was caved in, as the ass ring gripped and held onto the skin of his cock in spite of the pussy juices that covered his prick.
The tightly gripping shithole was pulled all out of shape, and it even looked like it was going to tear. But Father Furst didn't give a damn; he was going to corn-hole this bitch sister for all he was worth.
"Eat cunt!" the mother superior screamed at the terrified young nun.
Hands wrapped into her long ebony hair and yanked Grace's face back down into the well-juiced pussy. Grace shrieked as another couple of inches of the bulging cockshaft was forced into her ass-hole.
Sister Grace gasped, her mouth opening wide inside the spread pussy gash. When her lips closed again, it was around Sister Beth's clit. The older woman hunched her ass up at the younger girl, driving her crotch harder against her face. Grace's mouth vacuumed up a clit, sucking it deeply between her teeth. Her lips snapped shut as she pulled air through her nose.
Three-fourths of his hard cock was now buried in her ass and it felt like a fence post had been shoved into her guts. Still the pressure bore on, ramming with all of the priest's weight centered on the tip of his cock. Slowly those last several inches were crammed in Grace's ass. When the prick was completely buried, heavy balls slapped against her cunt.
It still felt like she had a spike driven into her guts but her ass-hole was beginning to adjust. Grace moaned at the sudden relief of intense pain, but her sounds were muffled by the mother superior's cunt. Even the tip of her nose was buried in the sloppy cunt slit as her tongue thrust far up the gaping, slushy cunt.
The cornholing of her ass began. Her attention locked into the mother superior's cunt. Her ass ring relaxed to accept its thrashing and her tongue equally accepted the fate of its own.
The cockhead bulged into her guts. The brown butter of her ass now creamed and greased the way. Long strokes by the priest moved the shaft of the prick back and forth in her ass. He used his cock like a weapon, hammering it into the tortured young nun.
Grace's tongue slithered in Sister Beth's pussy as if it had a mind of its own. The tip of her tongue flicked against the sex nub of the clit, making the mother superior begin to cum. Then her face dipped to the cunt hole where her tongue lapped up the juices that were pouring out.
"God Almighty!" the priest moaned, thrusting his hard cock up the stretched little brown hole. "She has an ass-hole on her that's as good as her mouth and her cunt. It's milking cum from my balls!"
"Tongue-fuck my pussy!" Sister Beth howled as the series of aims that were rocking her began to grow higher. She rode upward with her cunt as if the girl's face were a saddle.
Sucking pussy and having her own cunt eaten were the two delights of the older woman. Already she had drunken from the pussy pit of this young neophyte, and it was time for her own cunt to receive its pleasure. The cunt-lapping little girl was doing beautifully, and driving her straight toward a blasting cum.
"Hallelujah!" Father Furst bellowed as his cock started to explode.
Ass-fucking the young nun had driven his prick wild. The brutal cornholing strokes in her tight ass-hole had stirred up his balls and readied a massive cum. Now it was roaring through him and exploding from the end of his cock.
"Glory be!" the mother superior screamed in her own blasting orgasm.
Cum was bubbling from her. The whole lower half of her body was bucking and thrashing against the younger nun's face.
Male cum rocketed into Sister Grace's ass, bathing the brutalized walls. Wad after wad of the sticky stuff spurted into her until it felt like it was filling her guts. Her face was covered now by the mother superior's cum and pussy juices, and her whole face smelled of naked cunt. But still she kept pushing her tongue in and out of the leaking pit.
The young nun was now little more than a fuck machine, cum spilling into two of her holes. And the one not busy now-her cunt-still held remnants of male fuck cream. Both pussy and cock had fucked her face, and the cock head plundered her other two holes. Female tongue had shoved up her cunt hole, and she felt as if she had been completely sexually abused.
Sister Grace was becoming an expert on carnal lusts.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sister Grace suddenly awoke, not knowing where she was. Her eyes were open, but still there was not a sliver or trace of light anywhere that she could see.
She was in some room in the dungeon, deep underground.
Her face smelled of dried pussy juices, and, when she pushed herself erect on the rock floor, the core of her ass still ached. Her ass ring was almost raw from the terrible cornholing, and her belly ached. The nipple of her right tit still pounded where it had been torn, but the pain of the slash marks had died some from the cold.
The wall was cold and slimy, and she found a place that the water ran thinly toward the floor. There was algae there that was so thick that it stank, and the floor beneath her feet was slippery. She followed it in the dark until she ran solidly into another wall. She hadn't been able to see it at all, and she had been too preoccupied with the feel and the stink of the algae to even sense its nearness.
Her nose ached from where she had bashed it into the stone as she walked, and her free hand crept up to see if there was blood. There wasn't any in spite of its feeling broken.
Eight-nine-ten steps and her right hand found another wall. Perhaps in this one she would find the door.
On surer and drier ground now, Sister Grace stepped out, confident that her leading hand would keep her from trouble. But after fewer than ten steps, the wall at her side suddenly vanished, and she lurched out to try to find out where she was. Nothing. Both hands waved frantically in the air. One foot lifted as she tilted, then all of her balance was gone. It was as if she was tumbling and spinning in mid-air and she had no idea which direction was up or down.
Suddenly she felt as if she was falling, and she jerked back to the right. But when she thought she might be standing erect, she kept on falling down.
"Ummph!" The air blasted out of her lungs as she tumbled heavily to the stone floor.
Her right arm was pinned beneath her and bent so awkwardly that she thought it might be broken. Slivers of pain dashed to her shoulders as she twisted the arm free. She relaxed. Then she stiffened. She had no idea where she was.
Which way was the wall? she thought desperately, not realizing that one must lay in all directions. She needed to get back where she had fallen to keep the room set in her mind.
Using her toes, she scooted forward slightly, chafing her tits against the rough floor. Now she didn't even care about the torn nipple, so desperate she was to escape this place.
Grace whimpered in primordial fear. The fear felt like a wild animal trying to tear out of her belly and chest. And just when she thought she couldn't fight it any more, her fingers found vertical stone. Quickly she was on hands and knees, scampering to the wall as if it were safety and home.
But she had no idea whether she had returned to the same wall. Cautiously, she turned to the right and began feeling her way down the stone. Her shin cracked hard against something and she toppled forward, falling face down on the carved niche of a bench. This time there was no question of blood, for she could feel it run down her leg.
Four right turns at connecting corners and she found her way back to the bench. But she still hadn't found the door that she sought.
The way out of this blackness had to be through the wide fracture of the wall.
It took her only a minute to reach it, confident now that nothing was in the way.
She sat on the floor, feeling across the opening. About four feet of the wall was gone. Bracing herself on one side of the opening with a hand and on the other side with her feet, she lay on her stomach and reached in.
There was nothing there for her to either feel or see. If it was the only way out, she would just have to stand up and try it.
There was a slight uphill grade as she used her left hand to follow the corridor. The stone beneath her feet had given way to dirt. All of that encouraged her as she slowly crept along. If there was any freedom, it would lay upward and the dirt made her wonder if she was out from under the monastery.
Her hand found the wood of a door. A heavy metal handle was there and she found it in the darkness, leaning down onto it to try to force the door open. A heavy metal click sounded in the lock, but something else was barring her way. No matter how hard she pushed it, the door wouldn't open, and she remained caught sightless in the corridor.
"If someone is in there, please help me!" Sister Grace cried as she pounded on the face of the door.
A scraping sound came through from the other side of the portal, but no effort was made to open it and let her through.
"Please help me!" she pleaded, rubbing her hands over the old splintering wood.
Shards from the door bore into her skin, but Grace didn't even notice. One hand closed and slammed into a panel, and her fist exploded with pain. She groaned and gripped it in her other fingers and stumbled back across the dirty hall.
Then there was a loud bang in front of her, and the air pressure changed in the tunnel. She sensed something attacking her, and she threw her arms tightly around her body. She was hit like a linebacker hits a quarterback, and rammed back into the stone. The back of her head snapped painfully into the rock and she started sliding down. Hairy arms grabbed around her, and the creature clutched her close. Both of them hit the dirt of the floor, and Sister Grace was twisted onto her stomach.
"Oh, God!" she shrieked and scrambled to her hands and knees.
A heavy body threw itself against her as a long arm wrapped around her stomach. Calluses on the hands were raised from the knuckles and scraped against her skin. Long fingernails almost like talons sliced her flesh.
"Mary, Mother of God, what's happening!" she screamed, not knowing whether what had her was man or beast.
A hard cock was mashed into her cunt from behind, and felt as big as that of a horse. It penetrated her quickly and buried itself against the back of her cunt pit.
His hair-covered chest fell on her back, and the thing started to grunt and fuck. A leathery face with scratchy beard banged against her shoulder. She could smell the thing's rotting breath pouring over her shoulder against her cheek. She almost threw up from the fetid air, but the cock pounding in her cunt distracted her.
The cock wasn't even straight. It had such a bend in it that it scraped roughly against that side of her cunt walls when it was more than halfway in. Bumps along the shaft that felt like warts tortured the opening of her pussy.
The arm around her middle kept her suspended in place. The hard cock was hammering into her just like an animal would fuck her, or like some raging, raping demon from Hell. Sister Grace could only hope that her attacker was a man.
"Ung! Ung! Ung!" it growled as it thrust into her, beating bruises into the depths of her pit. Both hands lifted to rake at her tits, the long fingernails scratching away skin.
Sister Grace could almost feel the dirt of its body. The smell was atrocious, even worse than his breath.
"Don't fuck me!" she wailed, feeling as if she was being torn up inside.
The penetration of its knobby, warty, crooked cock was made even worse by her not being able to see who or what was plunging it home.
"Father in Heaven, take me!" she screamed, willing to die to get away from this thing.
But no miracle occurred to rescue the young nun, as she continued to be brutally fucked.
Claws tore at her tits, then rough palms cupped and covered the whole mounds. The nipples scraped against the calloused skin, and the cock drilled home once again. Wetness exploded into her cunt as cum burst through the raping prick. Again and again it pumped into her like it had been saved for decades for just this chance. Jism pumped out of her hole around the penetrating cock and ran down the backs of her legs.
A horse couldn't have shot more cum into her pussy, as it ran clear down to the floor.
Suddenly she was released. She slammed into the dirt of the floor. Again, her nose was smashed against her face, and this time started to bleed.
Her fall ripped her away from the cock. It popped out of her wet cunt with a wet fart. Then there was scurrying again, and the large wooden door slammed shut.
Tears streaked the dust on Sister Grace's face. She lay with her mouth and nose in the dirt of the floor. Her ragged breaths sucked grit into her teeth and across her dry tongue. Once again she prayed for deliverance, wanting to die rather than move.
After long minutes she pushed herself to her knees. The blood that had run had coagulated around the dirt on her flesh. Never had she felt so filthy, both inside and out.
She crawled over and felt along the black wall. She had to find the door to make sure she wasn't turned around and headed back to the cell. She found the wood, pushed herself wearily to her feet, and set off climbing the incline again.
The wall turned, went another twenty feet, then turned again. She was looking at a faint light. She realized that she was finally seeing at least a slight glimmer, and she began to hurry ahead.
Her hands burst through the blackened screen at the end of the tunnel and her body tumbled behind. Sister Grace emerged, with arms and legs flailing, from an opening at the top of the wall in the torture room of the dungeon. She was fifteen feet above the floor and twisting through the air on the way down.
But it was hot water that she found instead of stone as she plunged into a large open vat. Her head went under with her body and she gasped in hot water. The heat enveloped her and felt as if it was scalding her skin. She fought to the surface, then jammed her feet downward until she touched the bottom of the vat. The soles and the bottom of her toes burned at the metallic touch. There was a fire beneath the vat to heat the water.
She screamed, all of her skin turning red, even though the water wasn't hot enough to boil. Frantically she sought for a way out, then splashed over and hooked her arms over the rim of the vat. Slowly and painfully, she levered her way upward until she could look out into the dim room.
"I'm glad you could join us, Sister," Father Furst said sadistically, standing with his clenched fists driven into the tops of his hips. "The mother superior and I have just finished getting things ready for you."
Grace struggled to get out of the vat, but was too exhausted.
"Help me," she begged pitifully to the two robed figures.
"Oh, we'll get you out," Sister Beth said, a wicked smile twisting her lips. "There's too many things for you to still learn to let you just boil away."
Only the will to survive kept Sister Grace from sinking back into the hot water.
"And by the way," Father Furst finally added, "I hope you had a chance to say hello to Brother Sebastian on the way up. With all the decades he's spent down there in the darkness, I'm sure that he appreciated it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The rack was made of wood, a long, flat, narrow table with a series of cranks and pulleys beyond her head near where her hands were locked. At the other end was a brace into which her feet were snapped, and a smaller set of pulleys that worked with ropes from the cranks on the other end.
When Sister Grace first saw it, her naked dripping body stiffened but she was too exhausted to put up much resistance. The racks, too, had been rait of the manuscripts on torture that she had i ead, and she had doubted then that such things still existed. But somehow time had seemed to pass the old monastery by.
Sister Beth was cloaked in traditional habit, but the priest wore nothing except a billowy shirt. Beneath its hem, his long cock dangled, thick and swollen by his evil intentions, but not yet raging with lust.
They forced Sister Grace onto the table of the rack and twisted her onto her back. Sister Beth levered her hands far up past her head and slipped them into the nooses of ropes. Then a wooden bar was snapped over them, leaving them free to slide but not to lift from the table. Father Furst did the same to her legs-, fitting the layered nooses around her ankles then clamping her feet down so they couldn't move about. Then it was the priest who stood beside her, leaning down and breathing in her face.
"Think of it as religious training," he taunted her. "The mother superior and I are going to teach you about human endurance."
He laughed loudly and jerked erect. His hands grappled at the end of the rack and Sister Grace felt a tugging on her arms and legs. There was no pain, just a pulling of everything tight.
Then the crank sounded again and there was a strain on the ropes.
All along Grace's body, muscle and skin seemed to stretch. Slight wrinkles at folds of her body smoothed and began to clutch at the flesh beneath. Her tits no longer jiggled loosely on her chest but stood up erect and taut. In truth, it felt good, as it straightened out some of the kinks in her body that had grown from the torture before. Even her backbone was beginning to feel relieved, as if trapped nerves were starting to be set free.
"You like that?" Father Furst hissed, not taking his hand from the crank. "The first few turns always make the body feel better. But the thing you have to remember, Sister, is that pain always lies at the edge of pleasure. It's something every good religious person should know."
Again the sound of the crank snapped through the room. Her hands and her feet were pulled a fraction of an inch further apart. It hadn't been much, but just that added pressure turned the pleasant sensation into discomfort. Her shoulders snapped loudly as the bones adjusted into a new position, and her back was beginning to feel the strain. Her knees locked completely and her elbows were pulled shut, and the bones along her body moved in reaction to the force. Still there was no pain, but the pleasure was almost gone.
"Maybe you don't like it so much any more," the priest sneered at her, as if he could read her mind. "But you just stay right there, Sister, because it hasn't even begun."
There was nowhere for Sister Grace to go. He was just taunting her with the fact that she was totally under his control. Her naked body with its shaved pussy was spread out before him to do with as he wanted. Sister Grace had prayed frantically that day and even God wouldn't intercede.
"Ouch!" she cried as the crank spoke again.
Once more it was just a fraction of an inch more that her body was stretched. But this time her skin almost popped as the last of its slack was taken up, and it hugged the muscles beneath.
Across the bottom of her ribs, the skin no longer plunged to the flat belly beneath. Now it lifted in a more direct line with the pressure at her feet and formed a gentle slope clear to her navel. The skin around her tits had stretched tight across the bones of her upper chest, and the mounds of tit flesh began to flatten as their bases were pulled outward and the skin pressed down. Her nipples had almost disappeared into their halos, as if hiding from what was to come.
How far would he go? Would he actually tear her body apart?
Earlier she had been trapped in the cell and tunnel without the use of her eyes, and now she was paralyzed from the waist down, completely vulnerable without even the ability to thrash about and adjust her muscles. Only her neck and head were under her control, and even there the skin was beginning to tighten clear up to her chin. She didn't know which was worse-the blind tunnel, or being held captive by the rack. Her terror in the darkness came from not knowing what lay ahead, but now the thought that frightened her was knowing what was in store.
"Nooo!" Grace screamed when the crank was turned again.
Father Furst wasn't satisfied with doing it once so he rotated it again. Pain ripped into Grace's shoulders and through her hips as the long bones tried to adjust.
"Please stop it!" she cried, biting her lower lip to keep control of her fear. "It hurts so bad. It's like my bones are going to be pulled apart and the stretching of my skin really hurts."
He laughed at her. "Already you're crying and we've just barely begun. The only people they let be nuns these days seem to be cry-baby kids. A few more turns on this crank and you'll know that what you're feeling now could be classified as pleasure."
"No, please don't!" Sister Grace begged him. "I don't think I can stand any more pain."
"You'll stand it, bitch," he cursed at her. "You don't have any choice. And you need to remember that this is a lesson in human endurance. You'll surprise yourself, Sister, in just how much you can really take."
As if to prove his words, Father Furst turned the crank again.
Grace shrieked when the new pressure hit her and strained the connections of her bones. All of the joints had already adjusted to the direction of force as much as they could, so the added stretching began to pull at ligaments and the ball joints of her shoulders and hips. As the crank was turned, her body began to lift slowly from the table until just her shoulder blades and naked ass brushed at the wood.
The pain was unbelievable and she would have said or done anything to get free. Long before, in a life that seemed to no longer exist, she had wondered about witch trials and why women would admit to bonds with Satan. As soon as they confessed their witchhood, a burning stake awaited only hours away. Through her reading, Grace knew most of the so-called witches had been innocent yet had falsely admitted it and hastened their deaths. And now she understood. They had faced the same torment as she, and would have done anything to be set free even if that freedom was only for a few hours and would be ended with their deaths. She would have done it, she knew. Anything to get out of the tormenting grip of the rack.
"Look at this, Mother Superior," the priest said, his voice showing amusement. "Even the folds of her navel are starting to pull out."
The black-frocked nun moved over and stood next to the table. A finger of her right hand reached out and ran its tip into the tiny hole of her navel.
Grace winced. The-tip of the finger felt like a knife. When it hit bottom, it seemed to ram all the way into her abdomen to cut at the guts inside.
"I think you can stretch her a bit more,"
Sister Beth said sternly. "The little bitch nun hasn't even begun to suffer."
"No!" Sister Grace moaned. "It hurts so much I can't stand it. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. Just get me out of this thing!"
"Tell me what you will do," the priest hissed, sadistic fire now burning in his blue eyes. "Tell me what I want to hear or I'll use this thing to tear your body apart."
"I'll suck your cock," Sister Grace groaned, and she really would do so eagerly to get away from the tormenting pain. "I'll let you fuck my face. I'll eat the mother superior's cunt and make her cum right into my mouth. Fuck my pussy until it bleeds, and run your long, thick prick right into my ass. Anything! Just stop it from hurting so much!"
"What do you think?" the priest asked the mother superior.
"I think you should turn the crank," Sister Beth replied.
"So be it," he said flatly and reached down to rotate the crank again.
When it came, Sister Grace was still caught by surprise. She never could have made herself ready for the leap in the intensity of her pain. no
The ball joints in her shoulders were pulled slightly out of place. Similar joints in her hips began to disengage. She could feel the bones edge apart and start to tear at ligaments and muscles.
"Please!" she gasped, finding it hard to get enough air.
The pain had made her pant but no longer did she have the breath. Her throat rattled as she sucked for dear life, and her chest felt like it was under the weight of a car. Muscle and skin pressed and pulled at her ribs and flattened them toward the table. It took all of her panic and strength just to pull in a trickle of breath.
"I can't breathe," she mouthed, the words little more than a faint hiss.
It was as if she was drowning while surrounded by a sea of air. No matter how hard she fought, she wouldn't be able to get enough to keep her alive.
"I think I'll let her do what she said," Father Furst finally decided when Sister Grace's lips turned blue. "I haven't fucked a throat in two or three weeks, and there's a cherry in this one's neck just waiting to be broken."
He rotated the crank once in the opposite direction, and the bones in Grace's joints started settling back into place. Another turn and she could breathe and she sucked in as much air as her lungs could hold.
Relief came quickly as the crank was spun back around. Tits reformed correctly. The folds of the navel sunk back in. Although the fierce agony was gone, there was still pain in her shoulders, hips and back. She would be sore for weeks, she knew, and could only hope that she hadn't damaged any muscles or tendons.
When she was freed, Grace was carried to a short padded table and laid down on her back. One end cut across the back of her shoulders, arching her neck and head backwards and down. Only the top of her hip was supported at the other end, as the mother superior held Grace's legs out. The older nun went to her knees, draping Grace's legs over her habit-covered shoulders with her heels in the center of her back. Her face poised just inches from the young nun's shaved pussy, which beckoned her for a feast.
"Now, Sister," the priest said crudely, "you're going to learn about throat-fucking cock. I'm going to jam my prick so far down your neck that you're going to think it's about to come out of your ass."
Sister Grace thought such an idea was impossible, but knew now that she couldn't trust such beliefs. Over and over throughout the day, she had been confronted by things that just couldn't be. But each one of them had happened just as they had been threatened. Not only her virgin pussy but also her ass had stretched to swallow up hard cock. The throbbing hunk of prick meat that was now being shoved at her face had already plundered all of her holes. But even that didn't seem to be enough. Now the priest was going to force it into her throat and fuck away halfway to her stomach.
Fingers snarled into her ebony hair and dragged her face further back and down. The strain automatically opened her mouth and the cockhead was pushed in onto her tongue. Its heat warmed the walls of her mouth as it slid about in her spit. Lips and cheeks closed around the penetrating shaft, giving it a tight mouth to fuck.
Between Grace's legs, the mother superior's face dipped to the shaved pussy gash. A tongue traced wetly along the outer lips of her spread cunt and slowly closed in on the pink flesh between. The tip of the tongue touched into the pussy slit between the opening of her hole and her tiny nub of a clit. Then her whole cunt crack was licked from top to bottom, becoming greased with the saliva from the mother superior's mouth.
The priest's hard, throbbing cock pistoned into Grace's mouth, sliding smoothly over her satiny tongue. Although the cockhead bumped each time against the back of her mouth, the priest made no effort yet to thrust into her throat. For a minute he seemed content to just face-fuck her, and Sister Grace felt a moment of relief.
In her pussy, the mother superior's tongue was flicking back and forth across her clit, stirring the nub into a state of frenzy. Juice was beginning to spread throughout the cunt crack as her body began to respond.
The cock thrusts grew harder. The hammer of his cockhead was more brutal against the bruised back of her mouth. Sister Grace wanted to make the priest cum before he got around to forcing his prick into her throat. She sucked down with all of the pressure she could build, and rolled her wet tongue across the bottom of the sliding prick. Her teeth scraped slightly along the skin.
"Suck that cock!" Father Furst hissed as he face-fucked the young girl.
Never had he seen such a delightful little bitch that took to cocksucking so well. And if he had known that she was only doing it to try to save her throat from his prick, Father Furst just wouldn't have cared. Her hot mouth wrapped around his thrusting cock was all that really mattered. He didn't ask that the young nuns enjoy his perversions as long as they were available for his prick.
The tongue thrust into Grace's cunt hole, reaching far up inside. Grace felt the juices being sucked from her pussy and could hear the mother superior gulp. The scratchy cloth of the habit was rubbing roughly along the insides of her thighs, but her body continued to respond. The more cunt cream that the mother superior drank, the more that flowed from Grace's pussy.
Slivers of sexual pleasure were darting around the young nun's cunt and belly even though her mind still revolted from being so lewdly licked. Sister Grace had lost control of her physical reactions much earlier in the day. Now she no longer fought it when her pussy began to flow. She just added one more sin to the number that she would have to confess once she escaped back to the world.
His cock rammed to the opening of her throat, but this time it didn't retreat. The hard knob of the cockhead remained jammed into the back of her mouth. Tension gripped her chest and throat and already she was having trouble trying to breathe.
The priest's hands slid around onto the back of her head and neck. They braced there to hold her face pressed into his cock. Slowly he pulled with his hands and pushed with his prick. The small opening to her throat centered on the tip end of his cock, where the pressure began to grow. Spit bathed around the connection to provide lubrication to grease the way into her neck.
All the while, Sister Beth was whipping her tongue around Grace's pussy. Her clit was stroked, then her cunt hole probed, then the whole pussy crack was licked from top to bottom. Her tongue didn't stop at the bottom of her pussy, but rode up on the small bridge of flesh. It slid further down until it bounced across the crinkled bud of her ass-hole.
Grace jumped at the new sensation, as the tip of her tongue tried to burrow into her shithole. The little thrust forward was just enough added force to push the cockhead halfway into her throat. Father Furst growled at the new-found pleasure and jerked back hard with his hands. At the same time, he thrust strongly with his hips and the whole swollen knob of his prick popped into Grace's throat.
She wanted to scream. The whole back of her mouth felt like it was pushed out of shape. The back of her tongue was pushed down to shove its tip clear out across her lower lip, and she sucked in air quickly before her throat was plugged up.
"Her goddamn throat is tighter than her ass! It feels like my cockhead is caught in a vise!"
An inch of the throbbing shaft ground in after the cockhead. Muscles in Sister Grace's neck were forced aside as the tube of her gullet reluctantly opened. Another inch of the shaft was buried, and Sister Grace thought that there would be no more until the throat-fucking was through.
Cum rocketed through her pussy at the urging of Sister Beth's tongue, and Grace's throat seemed to relax. It was as if the sexual pleasure had unknotted her neck muscles and discarded the instinct to gag. With the sudden release, every bit of Father Furst's prick slid into her oral grasp. More than half of it was buried right down in her throat as her forehead was banged by his heavy balls. Cock hair scratched against her lips and chin, and some of it tickled her nose.
Her mouth and throat were impaled on the spear of Father Furst's cock, while Grace's pussy was whipped into a cum by the mother superior's tongue.
His prick started backwards, dragging the cockhead through the snugness of her throat until only it remained in the tight tube. Trickles of air were able to make it to Grace's lungs after being sucked through her nose. It wasn't much, but it was more than she had counted on, and it would probably keep her alive.
The cock crammed back in, running its tip clear into the top of her chest. It wouldn't reach her stomach as he had threatened, but it was more than enough to choke the young girl.
"Take it all, fucking Sister!" the priest screamed. "I'm going to fuck and cum all down your throat!"
And with that threat began the pounding, one cock stroke after another as rapidly as the priest thrust back and forth with his hips. In Grace's cunt, the mother superior's tongue was like a tornado, weaving back and forth and spreading its destruction. Everywhere it went, sexual nerves seemed to explode and slam the young girl through a whole series of cums.
Hard cock drove into her throat, pushing her neck muscles out of the way. Quickly it retreated and slammed back again before the muscles could relax. Hairy balls slapped her forehead repeatedly and the pubic bone beat into her chin. His huge cock was already packing her throat full even before it began to swell even bigger.
"I'm going to shoot my wad clear down into your guts!" the priest yelled, jamming his prick down her throat.
Sister Grace tried to arch her face back even further to make the throat-fucking easier. But it helped little. Nothing was going to take away the brutality of the vicious rape of her neck.
The cockhead ballooned inside the grip of her gullet, and wetness exploded down the tube. Thick, sticky jism erupted from the cock's piss slit, greasing its way to her stomach. Again and again it erupted, bypassing her mouth and leaving no taste. At the other end of the table, her ass lifted from the table and shoved her pussy hard into the mother superior's face. As the priest poured in his cum at one end of her body, Grace fountained her own cum into the nun's waiting mouth.
CHAPTER NINE
Before, when Sister Grace had been first humiliated, the young sisters had sat quietly and watched the beating of the young nun. But they were gone, and instead there were many monks watching her. Cowls covered their faces, and she could see little of their features, if any at all. They looked more like a macabre jury than a body of clerics, and Grace worried about the punishment they might mete out for imaginary sins.
That they were even still here in the monastery surprised her quite a bit. All of the rumors of its having been closed had said they'd been scattered to the wind. Underlying those rumors were whispers of lewd rites and actions that had led to their banishment.
But with them still here, Sister Grace didn't know what to believe. She feared the worst.
At least Father Furst and Sister Beth had allowed her to clean herself and dress, although she was given nothing to wear beneath her robe. She stood in the outer garments of the traditional habit, including mantle and veil, between the ceremoniously attired priest and mother superior.
The priest stepped forward a few feet to speak to the monks. Both of Father Furst's hands rose high as if in some strange benediction, and then he greeted the brown-cloaked figures.
"Welcome brothers," he intoned. "When you gave me control over the monastery I told you that I would make it worth your while. Once again, I live up to my word. Sister Grace has just joined us and is in her new novitiate, and is available this evening for your desires."
What did he mean? Sister Grace almost panicked. Was he planning to turn her over to the twenty cowled monks so that they could use her body?
Grace searched her mind through the old rumors about the monastery but couldn't pick out definite details of why it had been closed. Something about flagellation and fornication, but beyond that she just couldn't recall. But that was enough, since it confirmed her worst fears.
A couple of the monks rose from the bench and began making their way across the room. Father Furst and Sister Beth backed away, as if to totally relinquish control.
Grace stood petrified, her feet riveted to the floor. The priest and the mother superior acting alone, or just with the help of a few of the nuns, had been a terrifying experience. But now twenty horny old monks had been given control of her, and she had no idea of what they might do.
The first monk reached her and, without a word, ripped the side of her robe. It tore from the neck down over her right arm and gaped open on the side. She tried to pin the cloth to her skin with the inside of her arm to continued to hide her tit. But the monk wasn't finished, and he grabbed the loose flap at the front and tore it across her chest.
Sister Grace's succulent tits flopped free. They poked their darker nipples right at the brown-clad monk. Both of his rough, callused hands reached out and gathered a tit in each palm. His hands closed, clenching down with his fingers, and drove Grace to her knees from the pain. Her tits felt like they were clamped in a vise, and the anguish was almost too much to believe. like a horse held by a twitch, the rest of her body couldn't even move.
"It hurts!" Grace moaned, hoping there was an ounce of compassion in the old monk.
But he totally ignored her, not saying a word as most of his features remained hidden in the shadow of his cowl. As he held her firmly by the tits, the second monk who had approached peeled back the rest of the top of her robe. Then the first monk lifted her upwards by tugging on her tits. The tattered robe of her habit fell loosely to her feet. She was wearing nothing beneath. Sister Grace was naked except for the mantle, wimple and veil.
By slowly walking around her, still grasping her tits, the monk rotated Sister Grace through a complete circle so all of the remaining monks could see her naked cunt and ass.
"On your hand and knees like a dog," the monk said, and painfully clasped her tits.
Grace fell down, striking her knees on the rough canvas mat, and the monk let her tits go. His hands then pushed back his cowl from his bald head, then he kneeled directly in front of her face. His fingers dipped down, caught the hem of his brown robe, and lifted the heavy garment and the shifts beneath to reveal a hard throbbing cock. The prickhead jutted out directly toward her mouth, and there was a drop of clear pre-cum already spotting the piss slit at the end.
Sister Grace needed no instructions on what she was expected to do next. All that day cocks and cunts had been pushed at her face, and she knew that she would have to lick and suck. The whip marks still burned painfully across her back and her tits, constant reminders of what would happen if she didn't comply.
But even worse now was the threat that she might be returned to the rack where her joints had been pulled apart. When she had suffered on it before, they had released her before any permanent damage, but she was sure they wouldn't be so merciful if she was defiant to the old monks.
Sister Grace parted her lips. When the monk stood there without moving a muscle, she crawled forward on her hands and knees like a slave until she could lean down and take his prick in her mouth. The tip of his cockhead bumped against the front of her teeth, so she opened wider to force it onto her tongue. Still he didn't move; Grace understood. She, herself, would have to accomplish the rape of her mouth.
Sister Grace ran her face down onto his hard throbbing cock, jamming the thick shaft of meat clear to the back of her mouth. Her lips and cheeks closed around it, and she tightly closed her jaws. The monk's horny cock was gobbled into a narrow, hot, oral embrace, but still he moved not a muscle.
Someone was moving around behind her, however, as her naked ass cheeks bobbed up into the air. The rustle of cloth told her that the monk had stripped off his robe, and was lining up a prick with one of her holes. Hands roughly spread her ass cheeks, splitting open the crack of her ass, but it was into her juicy pussy that the thick shaft of meat thrust. Grace breathed a sigh of relief around the cock that was stuffing her mouth.
Boards creaked as the monks rose from their benches, and the shuffling against the canvas warned Sister Grace that they were gathering around. Her veil had fallen down over the left side of her face, and one of the monks reached down and tore it from her mantle. They wanted nothing blocking the sight of the cocksucking lips of the young captive nun.
Hard prick drove into the depths of her cunt, bumping hard against the tiny opening to her womb. Already the flesh down there had been brutally bruised, but the pain now just seemed like a part of the young sister's life. She had suffered so much since being led earlier before the collection of nuns, that it would have taken something severe to make her cry out.
Brutal fucking was the only thing she had ever experienced, and she knew nothing about someone being gentle. To her, hard hammering into her cunt hole was the only way a woman was fucked.
Cloth rustled around her, and Sister Grace glanced from side to side without allowing the cock to slip from her mouth. All around her, the circle of monks were shucking off their brown robes. The frightened nun had never seen so much hard cock. Everywhere she looked there was another throbbing prick, and she was the only one available for them to attack with their cum.
Thankfully, their long periods of celibacy had left their balls heavy with cum, and it didn't take long for the one she was sucking to blast off in her mouth. Wad after wad of the sticky, hot stuff rocketed in over her tongue. Her mouth was awash with it as she struggled to swallow it down, but some of it leaked out and dribbled down her chin. A couple of the monks moaned when they saw the white cum slipping from the corners of her lips.
When the first monk she had sucked withdrew his long prick, one of his naked brothers dropped down to shove his own cock in her mouth.
She hadn't even gotten a chance to relax for a minute before she was having to face-fuck again. At her other end, her naked ass was being banged by another monk's stomach as he drove his cock back and forth into her cunt. His balls, too, were loaded with cum, and only a few minutes of fucking was enough to make his cum erupt. Her pussy ran with the stuff a she continued to hammer into her, forcing the milky fluid and her cunt juices to drip onto the canvas of the mat.
Another lusty naked brother shoved the first cunt-fucker .aside and slipped in a cock that was only half the size of the one before. After Father Furst's and the first monk's raging monsters, the new one felt like the prick of some boy.
The boy-sized cock had an equally small amount of patience, and was spouting jism after only ten or twelve strokes. And when that one slipped from her over-juiced hole, the next one felt like a horse prick ramming into her cunt.
She winced at the pain, which drove her face down hard on the cock of the monk she was sucking. The cockhead nuzzled tantalizingly against the opening of her throat and she was afraid that her motion might give him the idea of trying to ram it into her neck. Fortunately, all that he did was to piston the hard shaft back and forth in her mouth.
Scalding cum suddenly spattered against her left cheek, some of it almost splashing into her eye. Another wad hit the side of her chin and she chanced a glance over to see whence it had come. Another of the bare-assed monks was kneeling beside her, whacking his cock off with his hand. Unable to wait his turn at her pussy or her mouth, he had jacked off into her face.
Cum splattered into her mouth from the end of the face-fucking prick, and she quickly gulped to swallow it down. So much cum was coming at her now from all sides that she was frantically trying to get rid of as much as she could.
The horse cock in her cunt blasted so fiercely that the spurt of the jism hit her almost like a blow. Suddenly another thick string of the milky stuff shot across the backs of her shoulders. Before she could glance over to see who was assaulting her now, a blast of cum jetted down onto her naked ass. Several of the lewd monks, their hair cut into halos, were jacking off on all sides of her body. Cum was arching down onto her naked body from all sides as if she had been caught out in a sudden summer rain.
The horse cock pulled from her cunt hole, and a hand groped roughly into her pussy crack. The thick flow of cum and pussy juices that it collected were smeared all over her ass. One thick finger jammed up her shithole and wallowed around inside her rectum. Then the finger was removed and a cockhead was bumped into the brown ring of her ass. Half of the knob on the monk's lusty prick burrowed inside with a single push. Another strong shove rammed half of the long shaft deep into her ass.
If she could have screamed, Sister Grace would have. But another massive prick was butted against the back of her mouth, stretching her jaws all out of shape. It was the biggest one yet to face-fuck her, and she was having trouble getting its thickness all the way inside.
Her ass was ripped with pain as the throbbing cock was driven the rest of the way inside. The perverted monk hadn't given her shithole even a second to try to adjust. The cockhead jerked far into her guts as the mouth of her shit-ter threatened to tear.
The cock in her mouth exploded. She hadn't even been aware of sucking it so hard. When that monk was finished spurting his jism into her throat, another one pushed him aside. Instead of aiming another face-fucking cock at her mouth, this one slid down onto his back and scooted down the mat. His legs shoved out between hers and the cornholing brother, then his hands looped around her greasy cum-stained hips. Her cunt was driven down onto the new iron-hard cock pole, and her pussy was stretched full of prick. Two lusty cocks now fucked her, one in her ass and one in her cunt.
With all of the horny monks still standing around, they didn't let her mouth get much of a rest. One that had quietly stood aside waiting his turn now dropped to his knees in front of her face. Sister Grace was gasping from the two cocks jammed in her two fuck holes, and she didn't even have to open her mouth. Her lower jaw hung open from the shock of what was happening, and the new monk drilled his cock between her open lips.
She was being pounded from all directions, each of them with a rhythm of his own cock.
When the one prick retreated from her ass, the one in her cunt hammered home. Her mouth had automatically closed around the hard shaft there, and the monk was fiercely fucking in onto her tongue. His cockhead hammered at the back of her mouth for a minute, then jammed tightly up against the opening of her throat. The hard thrust that followed caught her completely by surprise. She had been so consumed with the terribly stuffed feeling of having her cunt hole and shitter raped at the same time, she didn't even think of new agonies that might be happening right in her face.
Rough hands gripped the back of her head, driving her face into the cock. Reluctantly her throat parted and sucked up the tearing thickness of the knob of the prick. Hands grabbed at and pulled her tits as the thick cock was slid all the way down her throat. Neck muscles bulged visibly from the intrusion, and another wad of cum hit her in the side of the face.
Another monk straddled her back, fucking up the roughness of her spine. Three more were beating their cocks all around her, one of them aimed at the other side of her face. And when that blast of spunk hit her, it was straight in her eye. It stung like it was acid that was setting her eyeball on fire. Her vision on that side vanished, and tears washed cum down onto her cheek.
Cocks erupted in her mouth, her ass-hole, and cunt. Every time one of the lusty monks had creamed in her, another one with a raging prick took his place.
Time lost all meaning in her world of hammering cocks. She was quickly exhausted but that didn't stop the thundering pricks. With at least twenty of the sex-starved monks attacking her, there wasn't even time for a breath, much less a restful pause. Her ass was continually corn-holed until it felt as loose as an oversized sleeve. Her pussy was fucked so often that the lips of it became completely raw. And what seemed like a gallon of male cum had been swallowed by her mouth.
And still they kept fucking her. Face-fucking, ass-fucking, cornholing and even fucking between her tits. Her whole body was slick from head to toe, from jism that had been blasted onto her skin. Sometime later they took turns pissing on her, running their hot golden streams down her body from her tits to her cunt. Two of them pissed in her face while another shot his urine up her ass.
Sister Grace was abused and fucked senselessly, even though she was awake enough to feel the aches and pains. She knew all of them had shoved their cocks at her one way or the other, and some of them three or four times. And when that final little bit of awareness slipped from her, she became nothing more than a receptacle for their piss and cum.
CHAPTER TEN
Father Furst and Sister Beth returned to reclaim their young captive. Her long ebony hair, normally silky and smooth, was by then matted and gnarled. Dried cum glued patches of it together and there were flakes of it crusted all over her skin. Her body was numb and her mind was in a complete haze, and she responded slowly even when they pushed her against a stone wall and hosed her down with an icy spray. Dirt and spunk washed from almost every square inch of her skin, and they kept up the hosing until she started to shake.
Then relief-blessed relief. She was returned to her small cell and given a rough blanket for the cot. She didn't even remember walking across the small room. The first and last thing she was aware of was tumbling face down upon the bed.
She slept like she had fallen into a black pit, dreamless and unmoving as her body and mind tried to mend. Even the horror of her day wasn't strong enough to break through her exhaustion and stir up dreams in her unconscious mind.
One second she was falling face down on the cot, and the next, to her mind, she was being shaken awake. The long hours between didn't seem to exist.
Morning was seeping in through the high windows in the corridor of the monastery as the mother superior led her along. No hands on her body had to be used; Sister Grace was broken to the invisible leash. Even when Sister Beth took an unexpected turn into a corridor that was new to the young nun, Grace followed steadily, without any halt, a half a step to the rear.
It was a small chapel with an altar area raised that she was led into. Sister Beth strode past the two lines of four pews and stepped up onto the platform near the altar in front. Sister Grace followed to the edge of the stage, then stopped and waited to be told what to do.
"Up here, child," the mother superior told her. "This whole ceremony has been planned for you."
Grace reluctantly complied. She turned to face the pews. Filing in through the door which she had recently entered were the young nuns who had watched when she had first been stripped and beaten. All of them looked at her now, none of them avoiding her eyes.
When the nuns had all seated themselves in the pews, the door to the right of the platform opened and Father Furst stepped through from the sacristy. Grace knew that under his robe would be no other garment to keep his rampant cock in check. This would be no ceremony to offer a blessing or benediction; it was one more step in the torture of the young girl.
All the nuns lid risen when the priest entered, and now he motioned them back into the pews. Sister Grace genuflected, knowing that it would be expected.
Father Furst ignored her and stepped up to the pulpit to look out over his collection of young nuns. Each of them he had brought in and trained himself, and he was about to add another to the fold. But first, before the sisters accepted her, Sister Grace would have to show that she had given herself over to his command.
"Sister Grace has been delivered unto us," the priest said in deathly serious tones. "But she must deserve our acceptance before we will take her, and she must humble herself before her sisters."
He turned to Sister Grace.
"Take off your habit-all of it. Leave not one thing to say that you are a nun. You're not allowed to put on such garments again until the sisters of this convent agree. You must do exactly what I say to debase yourself, and then perhaps they will let you have a new identity among them."
What more? she wondered, but she knew not to question it aloud. Instead her hands found the fasteners and dropped one garment after another onto the floor. Finally she stood before everyone in the room as naked as the day she was born. Even her poor tortured pussy was completely bare.
She wanted to cover herself with her hands as all eyes sought out her tits and cunt. But somewhere deep inside the monastery waited the dungeon, and she didn't want to hurry her return.
"She stands before you so all of you can see!" the priest shouted at the nuns before turning back to Grace. "Squeeze your tits with your hands and make your nipples stand out so all of the sisters can know how you respond."
Grace's hands cupped her small tits, fingers tightening around their bases so the nipples would pouch out. When the left nipple still hid in its halo, her index finger dug beneath it and forced it out. The scab from the tear flaked off, leaving a raw spot that stung like fire. Grace shook her head, tossing her hair from her shoulders so no strands would fall down and block their view. A muttering rolled through the pews as some of the sisters gasped and muttered under their breath.
"Now sit on the floor," the priest suddenly demanded, and the naked Sister Grace dropped hard to her hips.
Father Furst and Sister Beth both wrapped hands around one of her shins, and lifted and spread out her legs. Grace's shaved pussy flowered open.
With her legs spread and lifted, her cunt was raised for the collection of the black-clad nuns to see.
"Use your fingers to hold it open!" Sister Beth hissed in Grace's ear.
Grace's fingers crawled into her crotch and spread the lips of her cunt. She pulled the delicate flesh of her pussy wide open until even the folds began to disappear.
"Finger it!" Father Furst ordered.
Sister Grace gulped and looked out over her peers. Each of the young nuns that were watching her had eyes that were staring, and not one of them was looking away. Grace flushed. Her whole face burned hot with shame. Even her tits were coloring to crimson with her embarrassment.
Her right index finger dipped into the pussy crack and worked its way to her cunt hole. It dipped in and then was joined by the index finger of the left hand. Both middle fingers scratched around the opening and she found that she could shove them in. Then, with her hands pulling in opposite directions, her pussy hole was stretched wide apart. Even from the back pew, the nuns could see all the way into her cunt pit. Moisture glistened there in spite of herself as the humiliated girl closed her eyes.
Tears leaked from the corners of the lids, as she felt totally ashamed.
Something hard touched her fingers and cunt. Her bleary eyes opened and she saw a huge black dildo being lined up with her pussy hole. As it pushed into her pussy, she slid her fingers outside and, at the urging of the mother superior's hands, Sister Grace's fingers wrapped around the massive phony cock.
"Fuck your cunt!" several of the young nuns exclaimed in excitement as they were drawn into the act.
One girl tittered and several of them gasped as Grace drove the hard shaft deeply into her pussy. Without a pause, it jammed against the aching back wall of her cunt channel before she drew it partly back out. Her own mind and body had been completely sublimated to the lusts and desires of those around her, and she didn't even fight the idea of degrading her body herself. What did it matter now? She knew that she had totally hit bottom, and there was nothing she could do to rise up.
Cloth jerked against one of her shoulders, then a black robe dropped by her side. Through tears she glanced up to see the naked flesh of Sister Beth's body. The older nun turned her back to the crowd and stepped over the stomach of the naked young nun. Then she leaned forward so far she fell to her hands, and her body was a broad arch over Sister Grace's head.
"Eat my cunt," the older nun demanded. "Lean your head backwards and lick into my pussy slit so everyone out there can see you drink my cum."
Grace complied. Her neck arched backwards and her tongue slotted up into the slick, plucked pussy of the mother superior. When her tongue slipped into the juicy cunt crack, there was another collective gasp from the pews.
They were watching her eat pussy. They had seen her fuck a black phony cock into her cunt. They had even looked on as she had shoved four of her fingers in her own cunt hole. Grace's mind reeled from the total shame that she was feeling, but all of it was out of her control. She hoped all of her young sisters knew that she was being forced to comply, although it would do little to relieve her debasement.
The mother superior must have been fingering her own pussy beneath her robe while she had been watching, because her cunt was all juiced up and ready to fly. Only a minute of Grace's flicking tongue on her clit had started her groaning, and the cum pulsed out onto Grace's face as soon as she fucked her tongue into the pussy pit. The slippery stuff greased down both sides of her face, some of it seeping in to plug up her ears. So she barely heard when the priest spoke again, and would have continued licking pussy if Sister Beth hadn't stepped away.
Wearily, Sister Grace raised her cum-dripping face and her eyes fell on Father Furst's hard throbbing cock. He had opened the robe and tied it around his waist, and he was naked from the top of his ass down to his feet. His prick stood at attention, pointing directly at the young tortured girl, and she groaned as she twisted to her knees and scuffed across the hard floor to kneel before his prick.
Her mouth opened and her face dipped. The bulging cockhead rode in over her tongue. It thrust strongly to the back of her mouth, and she rocked backwards and forwards to fuck his prick with her face.
For long minutes she ground her mouth down onto his fleshy spear of a cock, not caring that it was hurting the already bruised flesh of her mouth. Then hands wrapped around the back of her head, and she knew that he was going to force it down into her throat.
She whimpered. The cockhead cut off the sound. It pressed viciously until it opened the door of her throat. Neck muscles bulged so greatly that the distortion could be seen from the pews, and now the gasps of the young nuns had become the shrill sounds of excitement.
The cockhead reached clear into Sister Grace's chest, filling the long tube to her stomach with his hard, lusty prick. Father Furst fucked her viciously, throwing his body into her face as he held the back of her head. Grace could feel the agony of her stretched gullet as every inch of his cock was forced beyond her lips.
The cockhead spurted. Male cum ran down to her stomach to join the female cum she had swallowed from the cunt hole of the mother superior. The young nuns could see her throat pulsing as the thick shaft swelled with each flood of jism, and many of them had by now started fingering their own pussies beneath their black robes.
His prick retreated, popping back into her mouth. Sister Grace could breathe again and she gasped for needed air. She desperately hoped that the sexual humiliation had ended since both of her masters had already poured out their cum.
But her initiation hadn't ended; it had only begun.
Father Furst leaned away from her at the waist, his hands wrapping around behind him to pull apart the cheeks of his ass. Hair grew wildly around his puckered brown shithole, and Sister Grace had no idea of what she was supposed to do.
"Lick his ass-hole!" the mother superior cursed, and cuffed her on one cheek with a closed hand. The blow spun Sister Grace toward the priest's hairy ass and her face bumped into the back of his legs.
It was the final humiliation. The puckered hole was where he took a shit and she was going to have to lick and suck it with her mouth. Her lips parted slightly, then pursed. She struggled to her knees and leaned her face down into the crack of his ass. Slowly she touched her lips to the wrinkled hole of his shitter, then shoved her tongue out to thrust against his ass.
Something ran through her, shaking her to the core. Her face buried harder against his flesh and she forced her tongue into his ass-hole. A dusky taste swarmed through her mouth, but she pushed even harder. The tip of her tongue was rammed at least a full inch up the dirty brown ass-hole.
"She is yours!" the mother superior proclaimed to the sex-hungry throng of young nuns.
Every pussy in the pews was dripping from watching what Grace had been forced to do. Every mouth watered for the taste of the naked young nun's body. As one body, they rose and started forward in the chapel to ravish Sister Grace as a group.
* * *
Her pussy ached both inside and out. Her tits felt like they had been crushed. Whip marks around her young body traced pain like roads on a map.
But somehow she was calm, perhaps even content. Sister Grace stretched on the cot alone in the small cell. They had brought her back there when all of her sisters had satisfied their sexual desires.
Then, as she lay panting on the floor of the chapel, the entire naked group of young nuns, their mantles still in place, had gathered around Sister Grace. The hands had been soft then.
Fingers that had pulled, clenched, and scratched just minutes earlier had gently stroked her skin. They welcomed her as one of their number and accepted her into the fold. Three of them had even helped her into her habit for the long journey back down the hall. And when the door was shut behind her, there was no tumble of the lock.
The aches of her body felt more like badges that she had earned on a narrow, difficult path. And she knew the journey wasn't over. There would be less control and the tortures might not be piled one atop the other, but she was sure she hadn't seen the last of the whip.
She stretched, remembering the pleasant feeling at the beginning of the tightening of the rack. Until she had experienced her joints being slowly pulled apart, she had never known the limits of her body.
And the pain-it awakened her. There on the cot, she could feel almost every inch of her flesh. There was a comfort to it, as if it was reminding her what it felt like to be alive.
She thought of the chains, and her pussy juices began to flow. The image of whips in her mind caused her cunt to slicken clear through the pussy crack. like a movie in her mind, she watched herself be degraded as she was forced to fuck herself with the huge black phony cock. The sisters had watched her, and her fingers slid into her cunt at the thought.
A touch to her clit brought back the memory of Sister Rachels' distended clit bud that looked more like a cock than a clit.
The palms of her hands rubbed along the shaved skun of her cunt. Hair had been torn from her pussy, but she was excited by the thought of Rachel's ripping pussy.
Three fingers thrust into her leaking pussy hole. She gasped as if the whip had slashed across her tits. The nipples rose up hard and excited at just the thought of the blow.
All of it had locked her together with the people here in the monastery-yes, even the demented old monks. Her mind traced back over her blind journey through the tunnel and the demon-like Brother Sebastian who had raped her with his warty, bent cock.
Cum gushed into her hands. All of it came rushing together at her in her imagination. Whips, chains, torture devices, and being fucked in all of her holes-the images blended with her sexual excitement and made her hips arch clear from the bed.
Perhaps if she was a good little nun, they would let her do it all again.
