Though the contemplative life, the closed world of various religious orders, is seemingly removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, such is not the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of today's priests and nuns. One has only to witness their increasing flight from cloister to hearth.
Herein is the story of one such individual, Sister-Theresa. After years of convent life, she comes to realize that she cannot deny her physical needs. She soon stumbles on a terrible secret, a conspiracy of degradation and perversity beyond any she could have imagined. As Sister Theresa struggles to rescue the poor souls caught up in this web of iniquity, she finds that she herself becomes a victim, indeed, that even her life is endangered.
Hers is the story of a young nun caught up in a battle of conflicting desires, trapped in a devious web of debauchery she has small hope of destroying. A novel about human frailties. About one woman's battle against evil. A work of fiction with a message for us all.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
No, I can't do this. It's against my faith!
She had always been told she was a beautiful girl. Janet thought little about it. Throughout her early years the girl had taken an inordinate interest in the Catholic church, listening intently as the nuns in Catechism classes told stories of the saints and their difficult triumphs. Compared to what she saw as the seedy moral life around her, their lives burned with blinding purity. She too wished she could find that kind of life and shine with that kind of light.
Those around her, however, thought little of her beliefs. Her parents thought it was a phase. The boys at school wanted to watch her round, taut ass wiggle as she walked briskly down the high-school corridor. Others stared at her firm, high-riding tits jiggling under her blouse. Janet ignored their attention. She would renounce them, devote herself to God. In the times of drugs, teenage drinking, so much fucking and sucking she often had to clap her hands over her ears and run from the school bathrooms to keep from hearing about it, Janet had decided to renounce that world. After much thought, the girl decided she had the "calling," the desire to fully embrace the Catholic church and become a nun.
Friends and family alike were stunned by her decision, announced shortly after her graduation. But they did nothing to stop her, hoping the training would quickly change her mind and make the girl come to her senses. Four years later she took the final vows.
Please, please help me! she thought.
She had hoped to find peace from the powerful passions the girl felt surging through her ever since she was twelve. But Janet-now Sister Theresa-continued to be assailed by them. At times the throbbing and pressure in her pussy were so strong she could hardly walk. Dropping to her knees in prayer, Sister Theresa prayed to God to take away her lusts, to turn her thoughts away from the flesh and toward the cross. Fervent prayer worked. But now, standing in front of the cracked mirror after her shower, Sister Theresa found it difficult to think of the simplest prayer. "Ohhhh!"
She closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her young, unplowed cunt felt hot and very, very moist.
"I mustn't ... touch myself ... mustn't..." Sister Theresa whispered, her brain whirling around in confusion. The pressure was building, making her belly so hot. Leaning forward, resting her upper thighs against the cool porcelain sink,-the young woman peered into the reflection facing her.
This is a crisis of the spirit. Why should I feel ashamed? Saints have felt this and triumphed. Why shouldn't I? Sister Theresa thought; staring at the beads of moisture standing on her tits. Small rivers of water mixed with perspiration trickled between her deep cleavage and curled into her navel. She could feel her cunt muscles tensing and that resounding pulsation started over again and again. She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling heavily, her tits rolling together with her subtle body movements.
A church! I should have chosen a church!
Although she decided to be a nun, Janet felt she couldn't bury herself in a cloister the rest of her life. She was an active young woman, needing people, wanting to feel wanted and useful. While in high school the young blonde teen had involved herself with drug and alcohol rehabilitation programs. It seemed only natural, then, that she choose an active order of nuns, a group who worked with society rather than simply prayed for it.
After some training in basic sociology and psychology, Sister Theresa and two other young nuns were assigned to the Holy Family Halfway House in Venice, a beachside community in Los Angeles. There she and the others worked with county social workers, counseling teenagers and young adults who were either brought there by the authorities or who voluntarily sought help.
But contact with men-young men in particular-began to erode Sister Theresa's faith in her vow of chastity. That, she knew, would be the strongest test of her faith. Even when she ran from those dreadful sex stories the other girls whispered in the bathrooms Janet felt excited, turned on by stories about men and how they tried to fuck girls whenever they could. Sitting opposite a young, hostile teenager, trying to reason with him while he insulted her with filthy words, Sister Theresa could barely hide her feelings of lust. They surged through her with the power of a cascading waterfall. How her fingers trembled! How her voice broke with emotion while she tried to work with these confused people! "Ummmmm!"
Sister Theresa sucked in a ragged breath. Biting down on her lower lip, she could taste blood. Good-it was her way of punishing herself for what was happening down there between her white, shivering legs.
"Deliver me from Satan, oh Lord," Sister Theresa wispered thickly.
It was dream-like. Could this really be happening, right here at the halfway house where she and her fellow sisters lived? Janet's heart pounded wildly in her chest. That awful tingly sensation she felt now was that weakness she always experienced when she surfaced from one of her dreams. Those dreams! Those terrible, terrible dreams that had been assailing her for the past year! She nearly climaxed just as she awakened from them, just as reality blended with the twisted and bizarre images of her tortured unconscious. How hard it was then to muster her strength and pray, pray to God to forgive her, pray to God to take away that awful and yet delicious itch down deep in her cunt.
Sister Theresa opened her eyes and saw that her nostrils were flared.
A mare in rut! she thought to herself, her fingers and palm massaging her flat belly, then slowly working lower until she felt the blonde wiry pussy hairs tickling the sensitive flesh just under her nails.
Sister Theresa giggled hysterically, feeling the awesome and frightening power in her cunt. She felt her clit tighten and throb while a painful spasm passed through her pussy and radiated up to her belly. With another low moan the young nun rocked her thighs from side to side, smiling to herself while enjoying the delicious wet friction in her cunt. Yes, yes, this was wonderful! Her fingers moved down, pushing aside the thicket of her cuntal curls. Every nerve ending in her snatch seemed to be standing up, pulsing with sexual excitement as Sister Theresa began to go farther with herself than ever before.
"I ... can't do this, I can't go through with it!" Sister Theresa sobbed, her head falling forward. She steadied herself against the sink, moving her right hand away from her juicing pussy. The young nun tried to get hold of herself, tried to fight down the burning sensation that was starting to take over her body. How her knees threatened to buckle! How her flesh burned, and how swollen her tits and belly felt! Peering through the long blonde hair curtaining her face, Janet saw how swollen with lust her face was. She could hardly recognize herself as the young nun who had renounced worldly pleasure to serve God and society!
God? Sister Theresa almost laughed. How could she possibly be thinking of God with her clit burning like this? Once more surrendering to the flesh, the small nun moved her fingers back to her cunt, letting them work their way over the fuzzy mound down, down to her clit. "Ahhhhhh!"
Sister Theresa moved her fingertips along the wet fringes of her cunt lips. How her pussy muscles tightened, relaxed, then tightened again, actually making her snatch move under her light touch!
"OHHHHH!"
A particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt, pitching the young nun forward. Sister Theresa rested her burning forehead against the mirror, sobbing, gasping for breath. She couldn't stop herself now. Not all the prayers in the world could save her from herself. She had let the thing get out of control. Never before had the burning in her pussy gotten this intense!
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Her fingertips were wet with pussy juice. Did all women get this wet when excited? No one had really discussed the facts of life with her. Her mother had always been too embarrassed to say anything, always referring the inquiring girl to books or lectures. In school, although sex education was mandatory, Janet had cut class, too ashamed to listen to the teacher explain fucking while she knew boys were watching her.
Pulling back from the mirror she saw the glass misted by her breath. She saw the dark red nipples get longer, stiffer as her excitement increased. The sight of her aroused body excited her even more. Closing her eyes, Sister Theresa saw a host of young men's faces flash in front of her. All of them were so hostile, and yet so handsome! How often she wanted to reach out and touch them, run her fingers over their cheeks, even kiss them! And yet her calling had prevented her from doing that. Even though they called her names and laughed at her, they kept their distance from her, silently acknowledging the barrier created by her habit. "Oh, oh, OHHHH!"
She couldn't touch herself like this any more. It was forbidden by all the holy fathers, by all the Church writings! And yet could she keep her hands from moving forward? Trembling, sweating, leaning heavily against the sink, Sister Theresa eased two fingers into her cunthole.
"AHHHH!"
Her lower jaw slackened and a rush of air gushed from her lungs. Snapping her head back, the young nun jerked forward violently. How deliciously strange it felt to have something inside her! How soft, slick, tender the insides of her pussy felt! Her fingertips slid over the bumps and hollows of her swollen cuntmeat. At times she felt the sensitive ring of cuntal muscles tighten around her invading digits. How she gasped when that happened! It felt as if the entire world had crashed into her cunt. Nothing mattered any more. All she could think of was satisfying the powerful surges coursing through her pussy, turning her from a devoted young Catholic nun into a street slut. Lust surged through her belly and gushed through every square inch of her pitching, reeling body. "Uhhh, uhhghhhhh!"
The young nun wanted to touch herself all over. If only she could have the sensation of being pawed, of having a man straddling her, holding her tightly between his hairy legs while moving his hands up and down her tits, kneading her flesh, sliding his hands around her buttocks until he was fingering her ass-hole and pussy at the same time while drilling his tongue into her mouth.
Terrible! Awful, hellish thoughts! And yet they crashed through her confused mind. Filthy stories she heard other girls tell of their boyfriends now came back in all their lurid detail. Sister Theresa had thought she'd put them all from her mind. But now they played like an X-rated movie in her brain.
"Uhhhhghhahhh!"
She couldn't take much more of this. The young nun was feeling faint from all the excitement and pleasure. Her tiny feet slid over the tiled bathroom floor as she danced an obscene dance of lust and fulfillment. A man! Yes, she needed a man, a hard-dicked man over her, fucking her, raping her, making her heel to his every perverted lust!
Her shoulders moved up and down as she leaned forward farther. Her stiff-tipped boobs rubbed on the slick glass while her fingers slid deeper into her clenching fuck-hole. The young nun moved her hand up until she was touching her clit once again. "FUCK!"
Had she cried that out? Did anyone hear her? Sister Theresa caught herself, desperately trying to calm down. In spite of her present condition, the young nun was well aware of where she was and what her duty was. What could she tell Mother Superior, should she burst into the bathroom and find her like this?
What am I becoming? How can I be a bride of Christ while I have this terrible feeling in my pussy?
Sister Theresa pinched her clit, rolling the tiny sex spindle like a pea between her thumb and forefinger. Her knees buckled and the girl was barely able to catch herself. The young nun rubbed her tits harder and faster against the mirror.
"Man, a man," she moaned, rolling her head from side to side.
Pictures of more young men flashed in her mind. She thought of a particular boy-tall, black-haired, ruggedly handsome with a haughty look. Sister Theresa remembered how her pussy throbbed when she spoke quietly with him, questioned him about his drug problem, about why he was dealing, ruining his life.
"AHHHHH!"
Sister Theresa pinched her clit while thrusting her hips from side to side. She was gasping, crying out, sobbing, thinking of that handsome young man and his friends who called her all those foul names. How she would have loved to have them there now, all of them, pawing her, fucking her, licking her flesh! Ohhhh, how the devil had made his home in her mind! And how welcome she made him!
"NNNGHHH!"
Sister Theresa stuck her fingers deep in her wet, velvety pussy, jerking her thumb and forefinger back and forth with quicker movements. She made her clit ache and throb with desire. Never before had the young woman felt such power, such .terrible pleasure soar through her body and mind. She was sucking in lungfuls of air, twisting in the throes of her lust. Climax! The word made her shiver. She had heard about orgasm from some of her girl friends and teachers. And now she was going to experience that wonderful sensation!
"No, I can't ... can't!"
For the last time the young nun tried to stop the overpowering sensations in her body. Impossible. All she could think about was her pussy and her fingers now sawing through it. Her mind was so full of what was happening between her legs that she didn't hear the door of the bathroom creak open.
"OHHHH!"
Sister Theresa felt herself teetering on the brink of a dark, deep chasm. "Come, come!"
Where did that word come from? It was silly, coming from ... from what? Coming from hell, from Satan? It didn't matter. The touch of her fingers made her forget about everything for the moment. The sounds of the slick clicking of her fingers over her squishy cuntflesh rang in her ears. And then the spasms cut through her like a bolt of lightning. Come. It was a beautiful word.
"Come ... come..." she gasped, one hand buried in her pussy while the other was clutching at the tight mat of her blonde cuntal hairs. Her swollen cunt lips were grabbing at her fucking fingers, trying to draw them in deeper as she pitched over the brink of orgasm.
"OHHHH!"
Delicious spasms of lust rocked her body. She swayed against the sink like a drunk. Her knees started to give way and she sank slowly, crying, toward the bathroom floor.
"No no!"
Sucking in more air Sister Theresa gave her clit a final jerk. Her powerful climax surged over her cunt, making the young woman gasp, stiffen, rock back and forth. Her buttocks jiggled and danced, the small firm ass-cheeks slapping together.
"HUHHHRRR! HUHHHHHRRRR!"
She was on her toes, jerking her hips as the hot juice in her pussy boiled over her fingers and trickled down her inner thighs. The nun didn't care who heard her now. She was whirling about in her own private world of brilliant lights and powerful cuntal climaxes. She laughed and sobbed as the last of her orgasm swept through her snatch. She moved her fingers in and out dreamily, rubbing the heel of that fucking hand over her pussy mound. She thought of a story Mother Superior had told her, a story about how she, as a missionary in Africa, was kidnapped by a band of terrorists in Kenya. In the jungle camp she and three other young nuns had been stripped, humiliated, then raped repeatedly.
As the Mother Superior told this story her face turned gray and her lips tightened. But, Sister Theresa thought, a kind of animal light glimmered in the old woman's eyes. Was it excitement, the same kind of perverse excitement she was feeling now in front of the misted mirror?
"Uhhhhghhh!"
What was happening? She had achieved climax, and yet her cunt was hot, clenching, tight, begging for more. If only she could have the sensation of being filled!
No, terrible, terrible, Sister Theresa thought, wondering how many Stations of the Cross she would have to make to expiate this terrible crime against God. Yet, with this in mind, the petite nun moved one hand up to her tits and started pinching the hard nipples, rolling them between her icy, trembling fingers, pretending her fingers belonged to that tall young man she had been counseling earlier.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Her belly heaved and her buttocks clenched together tightly while the balls of her feet slapped wetly on the tiled floor. She raised and dipped her hips in a wild dance of animal lust, squeezing her cunt muscles against her fucking fingers as another powerful climax roared over her cunt.
"So, this is how the good sister behaves, eh?" a tall lean young man barked from behind.
Sister Theresa screamed, covering her tits and cunt. She pitched backward, slapping her ass-cheeks against the sink as she tried to avoid the man's reach.
While the three other hoods laughed he chased her into a corner, his hands reaching for her shoulders. Glancing down Sister Theresa noticed a bulge in his trousers. It was the young Italian she'd been fantasizing about!
CHAPTER TWO
"Don't hurt me!"
Sister Theresa's eyes widened as she stared helplessly at the young man in front of her.
"Hypocrite!" he spat, his smile fading as he tightened his grip on her naked shoulders. "You fill my head full of that religious crap, then come up here and jerk yourself off. Whatcha waitin' for, some hot priest with a big dick?"
"Hey, we got the others locked up in one of the offices downstairs. They're pretty fuckin' ugly, but this one's got class."
"Yeah," he muttered. "Class of a whore."
Tolbo. Rico Tolbo! That was his name. He and his brothers had been dealing in drugs ever since they were kids. Though they never took any, they were considered some of the prime handlers of coke and superweed in the West Los Angeles area. The authorities had arrested them several times, but never were able to pin anything on them. To ease some of the official pressure coming down hard lately, the Tolbo brothers had agreed to attend the drug rehab program Sister Theresa worked on.
But what were they doing here now, at nearly midnight? Why had they invaded her privacy now? Why had they taken the other sisters and apparently Mother Superior prisoner downstairs?
"Watch the old biddies downstairs while I handle this one," Rico said, dragging the terrified young nun from the bathroom. Sister Theresa's bare feet slid over the corridor floor, her hands still desperately trying to cover both her tits and pussy. She could almost feel the young stud's breath on her naked back as he shoved her forward. "Here-your room?"
Rico shoved her to one side through an open doorway. It was one of their bedrooms, sparsely furnished. A narrow single bed with an iron frame, one wooden dresser and a chair were all the furnishings there were in this cubicle. On the wall opposite the bed hung a picture of the Savior, a crown of thorns on his head, his hands spread out lovingly.
"Name's Rico Tolbo in case you forgot," he muttered, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. "You ain't never gonna forget who I am." He reached forward and flung Sister Theresa back on the bed. She lay on her back, weeping, shivering, staring with abject terror at the big man towering over her.
"What do you want?" she managed to get out between the sobs.
"Info," he said, reaching down and unbuckling the long, metal-buckled leather belt from around his waist. He held one end tightly with his right hand, the veins leading to his knuckles standing out. Beads of sweat broke out on the young nun's forehead. Was he going to beat her with that thing? What kind of information did he want?
"Anything. I'll tell you anything," she gasped, her eyes focused on the long narrow weapon dangling from his hand.
"Good," he said, his face registering disappointment at her quick acquiescence. "Last night we were here at that damned sing-along session you had," he began, looping the belt and tapping it regularly against one thick-muscled thigh. "You remember?"
She shook her head up and down.
"You were talkin' to my brother Sal ... the little fat one," Rico continued. "He gave you somethin' ... said it was a present for his girl and he was afraid we'd steal it to buy drugs to sell, right?"
Sister Theresa held her head, trying to remember last night. Did the other Tolbo give her something? No, no, she remembered talking to him, but there was no package.
"Your brother didn't give me a thing," she protested.
"You're lying', " he said savagely. "Now tell the truth or I'll beat the shit outta you."
He opened the loop of the belt and it hung like a weapon in front of her. Sister Theresa screamed, scooting back on the mattress until she felt her back pressed against the iron headrest.
"I don't know anything," she shouted.
"Roll over," he ordered.
Protesting, nearly choking on her tears, the weeping nun did as she was told. She could almost feel his hungry eyes surveying her body, caressing her smooth, rounded buttocks, her tight-muscled thighs, her narrow shoulders. Sister Theresa felt so ashamed, so embarrassed. And yet the girl could feel her pussy spasming and throbbing. It was insane. She was being humiliated, threatened, degraded by this foul man. He had seen her thrashing about in the throes of a vile sin and mocked her. And still she felt excited, lustful, wanting him to violate her.
"Tell me where the hell you put that package. We want it now!"
"I'm telling you there's no..."
The next thing that came from her throat was a piercing shriek. Rico jerked his right hand up, snapping the belt through the air and bringing down the broad band of black leather across her buttocks. Sister Theresa curled her fingers around the pillow, tearing the casing with her nails, burying her face in the soft material while her legs jerked apart from the force of that blow.
"Tell me."
Rico swung the belt over his head again, the thick leather sizzling across her flesh. Sister Theresa screamed again into the pillow, her knees snapping up, digging into the groaning mattress. Her chest and throat hurt as the burning heat from the blows shot through her cunt. The belt smacked down a third time, raising a purplish welt from her white ass-flesh.
"AHHHHH!"
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her buttocks danced under the increasingly savage blows. Sister Theresa squirmed on the squeaking bed, whimpering as Rico's belt thrashed her ass.
"Ohhh, stop, stop it!" she wailed, digging her fingers into the pillow. Tears rolled into her mouth as she kept begging the young hood to leave her alone.
"That was a box full of the best H in town, Sister. It cost a lot of people a lot of trouble to get. And now you're holdin' out on me. Goddamn if I know why the hell you're doin' it. But Goddamn it, you're gonna tell or I'll skin you alive."
Sister Theresa tried not to cry. But the leather burned so much. Her buttocks felt as though they were being branded with the belt. She could hear Rico's breathing become more labored as he crisscrossed his killing strokes. Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Would she be able to control herself?
"Ohhhhh!"
The young nun doubted she would be able to stand much more of this brutality. Her knees dug harder into the mattress. Rico moved around toward the center of the bed, bringing down the tip of the belt at the lower end of her asscrack. She felt the leather bite the tip of her clit and screamed at that touch. Her knees snapped together while a crazy electric jolt shot through her pussy.
"Goddamn it, TALK!"
Rico shook his head violently, knocking off the drops of sweat beading his cheeks and chin. Already the searing pain had spread into Sister Theresa's cunt. Instead of agony, instead of the killing pain she should be feeling, the young woman began to feel a pleasurable warmth spreading all through her pussy mound, radiating up to her belly, making her nipples stiff once more. She was responding to this beating, actually welcoming it! Moving her legs against one another she could feel the wetness on her thighs. "Oh, ARGHHH!"
Sister Theresa arched her back, snapping her head up, whipping her long blonde hair across her shoulders. With each blow her cuntal nerves vibrated like struck tuning forks. The tiny clit ached and throbbed as it had done before when she thought she was in the privacy of the bathroom. The nun clutched the pillow harder now, trying to keep from sliding her hands down to ease the pressure and delightful agony in her dripping cunt.
"Fuck, fuck you, you Goddamned little bitch!" Rico grunted, his arms aching from the beating.
Sister Theresa chewed the pillow and hid her lust-bloated face from the young man. Her ass-cheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing rhythmically, matching the blows from the belt. As Rico slowed his beating, the young woman raised her ass in a silent, vulgar attempt to take on the last of the attack.
"You ... you like this," Rico said, realizing at last just what kind of woman was twisting on the bed under him.
"No, no, that's not true! You awful man," she sobbed, clutching the pillow as if her life depended on it. Sister Theresa could hardly get the words out. He saw! He knew what was going on in her mind. She wished at that moment she could die, rise to heaven and be judged before she committed any more sins.
He smiled down at her. He liked women like that, women who had strength, who enjoyed a lot of pushing around. It didn't matter whether or not this was a nun. In fact, it excited him. He was turning on a woman who had sworn never to have anything to do. with sex. His dark brown eyes glittered with excitement as he threaded the belt back through the loops of his trousers.
"Still ain't gonna talk, eh?"
Sister Theresa turned her tear-streaked face toward the wall. If only she could hold on. Surely he'd come to his senses, realize he was violating a person sacred to God! Then she could be alone with her sins, come to terms with them, start the years of penance she knew she'd have to perform.
The bed sagged as Rico sat at one end. The smell of his sweat came through his flannel shirt. It was an odor that excited and repulsed her at the same time. Letting out a little whimper she turned her head and shoved her face into the pillow.
"I don't think you get what I want, Sister," Rico said, trailing one finger down the small of her back. He smiled, watching her flesh quiver and pucker up into goose pimples. "Me, I don't give a fuck about the Church, about God, about you and those others down there. I think you're all wastin' your time bo win' and all that shit in church. But that's up to you," he said, moving his finger down, down until it was playing with the pink flesh of her ass-hole. Sister Theresa shuddered, hunching her shoulders up while clenching her buttocks together. Was he going to shove his finger up her butt? "That package's pretty damned important to me. I gotta deliver it or I'm gonna lose a lot more than cash, capische?"
"No one gave me anything!" she said, wondering why in the name of God he wouldn't believe her, a nun, a woman sworn to tell the truth. "I wouldn't lie to you."
"Just like you don't play with yourself, eh? You're not supposed to do that either, but man, you was bouncin' around in heat, comin' like you had a dick in you. Fuck, you were so hot you almost cried when you shot off."
His crude words made the young nun burn with shame.
"Well, you're gonna dance nice and pretty when I shove my cock into that cunt of yours."
Sister Theresa stiffened with horror, jerking her head around and staring up at him, her eyes wild with disbelief.
"No ... no, you're not going to ... not going..."
He stood back up, the bed springs groaning with the sudden absence of his muscular weight.
"But if you tell me where you hid that package, you won't have to lose that cherry of yours," he said, spreading both hands out.
"I don't know anything about a package. I swear, no one gave me anything," she cried desperately.
"Maybe you need something to stir that memory then," he said, unbuckling his pants. Sister Theresa turned her head away and stared blankly at the wall. She could hear the material of his pants sliding down over his legs. There was the metallic sound of the buckle striking the floor, then the dragging sound of his trousers sliding across the floor as he stepped out of them. Sister Theresa began to pray, thinking of Mother Superior and her story of being kidnapped and raped. She stood up to the test of faith. Sister Theresa too, she felt, would pass this test.
But even as she prayed the young nun began to quiver and grow hot all over. Her pussy started twitching while fuck juice flowed out of her hairy cunthole. She could feel the wrinkled sheet growing wet, sticking uncomfortably to her thighs as she slid her legs against one another. Her clit began to tingle as if a thousand hot needles were pricking that sensitive organ.
Rico was laughing at her as he watched her move her hips back and forth. The pressure in her cunt seemed to swell through her belly while her buttocks opened and closed obscenely in front of the grinning young man.
"Why don't you turn around and take a look at what's gonna pop that ol' cherry of yours?" Rico said, stepping out of his white cotton jockeys and dropping them on the floor next to his pants and boots. "Come on, look at me, you Goddamned little slut bitch."
Slowly Sister Theresa did as she was told.
"OH!"
The young woman shrank back, her head hitting the wall. Her eyes widened. That thing was huge, looking as if it belonged more between a stallion's hindquarters than between a man's legs. The balls below that throbbing cock were swollen with lust. And that reddish, purple tip glistened under the lights.
"Bet you ain't never seen somethin' this big before," he said proudly, dropping one hand and scratching his balls. Sister Theresa shivered, watching that huge thing bob back and forth. "But if you're a nun, you probably ain't never seen one of these before, big or small. Yeah, this is your first time," the young man said, a broad smile crossing his lips.
"No, no, take it away!" she cried, putting both hands up to her face and twisting away.
"Yeah, take a good look at it. It's gonna tear your fuckin' cunt apart if you don't tell me what you did with that damned package.
What was the use? He didn't believe her. Even if she lied and told him where she thought it might be, he'd be back with rage in his mind. God only knows what he'd do to her then. No, she had to trust in her faith, pray to God to help her through this trial.
"Forgive him, Father, for he knows not what he does," the young nun muttered as Rico climbed into bed next to her shaking body.
"Yeah, say a little prayer for me. Pray that I don't come too fast in your pussy."
She felt his body pressing against hers and shivered. In her mind she pictured that cock bobbing, droplets of cream being smeared across the spongy red tip. She could smell his sweat, the odor now more powerful because his hairy groin was completely exposed. It was the smell of a man, an aroma that triggered something powerful in her cunt. Sister Theresa fought that force as if it were the devil himself.
"Give me strength," she muttered between clenched teeth.
"Roll over. Unless you want me to fuck you in the ass, roll over."
Sister Theresa rolled over, lying on her back, her arms tensed, her knees clenched tightly together, her eyes closed, the picture of a martyr about to be sent to the flames.
Rico wrinkled up his forehead in disgust. He hadn't expected this kind of resistance. Kicking, biting, screaming, twisting would have been exciting, a real turn on. But this kind of passivity made him feel a pang of guilt for a moment.
"I'll warm you up," he muttered, rolling on top of the young nun and holding her wrists tightly with both hands.
Sister Theresa felt a shock of lust course through her body the moment the full hairy, hot weight of his body came to rest on her tits and belly. He's going to fuck me now! she thought with terror, feeling that glowing red-hot dickhead brushing over her inner thighs. But as quickly as it came, the sensation disappeared. He was off her now, moving down.
Slitting her eyes open Sister Theresa peered down through her eyelashes. He still held onto her wrists, immobilizing her hands while moving his head down, down toward her crotch.
"Wait ... don't ... don't!" Sister Theresa cried, realizing what he was going to do.
"You ain't got much choice," he said, glad that this move put life back into the young woman.
"Ohhhhh!"
Sister Theresa felt his cheeks wedged between her thighs. He was going to put his mouth on her pussy. The thought of it made her sick. This was going to be more than a simple rape. He wanted to turn her into a partner, a willing participant in this horrible scene. Would her faith protect her from her own drives? Silently Sister Theresa began to move her lips as she felt his hot breath blowing through her kinky blonde cuntal curls.
"Ohhhhh ... God, God!"
But was she praying or giving voice to the lewd feelings tightening her pussy? She could hardly tell reality from fantasy any longer. She was spinning around and around while the smooth rub of Rico's lips forced her cunt lips apart. How strange it was to have his mouth pressed against her swelling pussy. As much as she tried, Sister Theresa couldn't find the willpower to concentrate on God and drive away the delicious, hot feelings rippling through her pussy. He had her spread apart, pinned to the bed, twisting helplessly under him. "NO, NO, NO!"
Rico watched as her chest heaved, her big tits rolling together. She moved her head from side to side, feeling his unshaven cheeks brushing first one inner thigh, then the other. He was growling like an animal at feeding time as he teased her outer pussylips, tracing his tongue along the wet, rubbery edges. Sister Theresa felt the hot juices seeping out, wetting down her thighs, her buttocks, her ass-hole. The ticklish sensation of his lips and tongue against her pussy was maddening. And ohhhh, what a feeling coursed through her body when he stuck his tongue in her slit, seeming to be searching for a still hotter place.
"Ohhhhh!" Sister Theresa cried, her fingers clawing at the sheet. He was rimming the lower part of her cuntal mouth, slurping, drinking in her flowing juices. The young nun was shamed, humiliated in front of this young man. He was watching her degrade herself. She was betraying the most sacred vows blatantly. Stiffening in embarrassed fright, the nun tried once more to fight off those delicious feelings taking her over. Impossible!
"Oh, God, what are you doing?"
Rico saw she was helpless, a pliant tool in his hands. Letting go of her wrists he rolled her first one way, then the other, moving his hands down to her pussy and holding her cunt lips apart with his fingers. He was scouring each steamy hollow of her pussy with his tongue, sucking at times, rubbing his lips teasingly over the slick bumps and valleys at others.
"God in heaven, help me, help me!" Sister Theresa cried in vain. But no angel, no god came to stop the overflow of sexual sensations tearing her to pieces. God's bride had become Satan's whore.
CHAPTER THREE
Rico's fingers cut into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was spreading her apart inch by excruciating inch. She felt as if she were tearing in two, and yet that pulling tension added wonderfully to the steady friction of his mouth against her pussy.
Without thinking, Sister Theresa abandoned all pretext of modesty and religion, moving her hips back and forth, up and down, rubbing her aching, throbbing cunt against the young man's lips. It was impossible for her to keep her ass still. She was finding it hard to breathe. The young nun dug at the sheet with her fingers and tossed her head from side to side. She felt her fine hairs tangle around her neck and ears. Then Rico was kissing her belly, tonguing her navel, driving her crazy with wild lust. The girl shivered uncontrollably and tore the sheet with her nails.
"Stop ... please stop!"
But the nun didn't want Rico to stop now. She was spinning out of control like a jet without a tail.
"Oh baby, you want me, want me like all the girls want Rico," he whispered proudly, catching her face in his hands and forcing her head back, back. The nun's mouth opened and Rico cemented his lips to hers, tonguing her mouth, kissing her wildly. She felt more floods of hot juice wet down the thicket of blonde pussy hairs. Rico reached down and ran one finger gingerly along the juicy slit. Sister Theresa had closed her legs, but his light touch brought out a moan from her throat. Once more she spread them apart and let him find her clit again. He rolled a thumb back and forth, rubbing the nail against that tiny stiff sex organ until she clung to his neck desperately. She whimpered, begging him with lusty little grunts for the satisfaction she was too ashamed to ask for openly.
"Wanna get eaten again?"
The words burned into her brain. Sister Theresa could feel the flames of hell licking at her feet, burning her flesh, consuming her soul. Yet all their terrors couldn't stop the young nun from letting Rico handle her, make her groan like a bitch in heat. Yes, let Satan take her, drag her down to burn for eternity. Let him do whatever he chose, just as long as she could spend more hours like this with a man like Rico!
"Yeah, you like that. Can tell when a fuckin' bitch-likes to get eaten out," he said.
Sister Theresa couldn't answer. Her breathing was out of control.
"Ohhhhh!"
Rico pushed his face back into her crotch. His tongue was searching back along her cleft. She felt it spearing suddenly into her cunt. It was so slick, so hard, and pointed ... pointed just like a man's dick! It stabbed up, then pulled slowly back. Yes, he was tasting her, licking her, lapping up her juices.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
What could it be like for a man? Did all women feel this way when a man straddled them, eating them out like this? Ohhhh, how deliciously evil this was. More of her juices seeped out to wet down his cheeks again. She cried out again, rolling her hips with wild abandon. Rico licked hungrily at her clit. She moved her hips around faster, pressing her ass down into the mattress, then heaving up, pumping her snatch into his mouth. His teeth cut her more. And oh, how she liked that sensation. Sister
Theresa soon realized she was fucking his mouth, impaling her pussy on his stiff tongue. It was unbelievable how that tiny tickle was building. She let her head roll from side to side, drool oozing from one corner of her mouth.
"Help, oh help," she moaned.
Rico's fingers had sneaked under her. They were rubbing her thigh. Sister Theresa had the desire for him to finger her pussy while he licked her off. Rico looked up at the girl and seemed to read her mind.
"Little whore! Some nun you turned out to be. Man, I ain't seen a bitch hot like you in a long time. All you nuns like this, maybe lickin' each other's clits when there ain't a hot priest around to stick his dick into you?" Rico taunted.
The words didn't bother the hot young nun any longer. Let him vilify the Church. The more he said, the more excited she became. If he were to take her downstairs to the prayer room and fuck her on the altar Sister Theresa wouldn't have minded.
"Uh ... uhhhhh!"
The gasps tore from her throat. Rico's fingers had moved to her pussy. She could hardly keep still for him to give her enough friction. When the tickle became teasing, she forced herself to keep from moving so Rico could eat her cunt better while he worked his fingers deep inside her pussy. He dug at her soft cuntal lining, plowing his knuckles against the clasping muscles. She felt the suction-of his mouth while his fingers moved in and out like three tiny dicks. She had no control over her emotions any longer. Sister Theresa felt herself rocketing up toward orgasm. How shameful, how sinful! She was going to come in a man's mouth! The feverish, itching, chilly thrills were about to blow up in her groin. She curved her back, scissoring her legs around the young man's neck, hunching up crazily while digging her head into the pillow.
Rico saw she was close to climaxing and backed off.
"No, you're not going to come like this. As much as I'd like to see you buckin' away like crazy against my mouth, baby, I ain't gonna let you get away easy," Rico said, tracing his fingers lightly around the outer edges of her cunt lips.
Sister Theresa groaned, her mouth a tight scar, the cords sticking out from her neck. He was going to drag this out, make her wallow in filth, drown in her humiliation and sin!
"This ain't the way to get you to talk," Rico admitted, reaching down and stroking his dick. "But it sure's a hell of a lot of fun. Ain't never fucked a nun before. Shit, if they're all hot like you I'm gonna be breakin' into convents all the time."
Sister Theresa waited there on the bed, remembering stories her mother told her about the first time a man fucked a woman. There would be pain, perhaps some blood. The thought terrified, then consoled her. Maybe the pain, maybe the bleeding would somehow atone for the filthy sin she was committing. "Now!"
Rico threw himself completely on the young woman, pinning her hands back down against the groaning bed while shoving her knees apart with his. He inched up, spreading the screaming nun open, rolling her butt up until he was rubbing his dick against her dripping cunthole. The young man grunted, crawling over her body, breathing hotly into her face. His hairy chest rubbed abrasively over her tits, the thick coating of body fur stimulating her stiff nipples even more.
"OHHHHH!"
Sister Theresa felt the fat dickhead centering over her greasy fuck-hole. Rico trembled, then squeezed his buttocks together and hunched down.
"AIYEEEEE!" the young nun screamed, her shoulders wallowing against the mattress while her back arched. She shrieked and shrieked again, her cunt lips pinned back by his fat cock. Rivers of pussy juice flowed from her violated hole, slicking down her thighs and Rico's hanging, high-riding nuts. For the first time in her life Sister Theresa felt a man inside her, a man's cock spreading her apart, forcing her slick cuntal membranes to form a large tunnel. The young woman squirmed and begged for him to slow down.
But the hood was too involved in his own pleasure to listen to her. Instead he backed away only a little, adjusting his position and sliding back into her hole once more.
"NOOOOO!"
Sister Theresa snapped her head from side to side, strands of her blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. The room echoed with her violent cries as the young "man raped her mercilessly. Opening her eyes, the screaming nun gazed helplessly at the picture of her Savior. His hands were stretched out to her. Oh why, why couldn't he save her now? Where were all the fine miracles she read about, the divine acts that saved women and children from destruction years ago?
"Guess you nuns don't fuck around so much," Rico muttered, feeling his cockhead pressing against her cherry.
Sister Theresa stiffened, her eyes widening with fear and pain. She managed to tear one hand away from his grip and clawed at Rico's face.
"Hey, easy," he snapped, grabbing her wrist and holding it so tightly she thought he was going to crush the bones. "Just a fast shot, and it's over."
Sister Theresa screamed again as the sudden forceful thrusting sent slivers of glass-sharp pain through her cunt. She writhed with pain as more and more agony filled her cunt and made her clit vibrate. She threw her head back, shouting her prayers, damning Rico and his brothers as her cherry finally tore loose. Her innocence was gone. Sister Theresa's vow of chastity, seriously threatened, now was useless. Rico hovered over her, packing his nine-inch hunk of dickmeat tightly into her cunt.
"ARGHHHH!"
Was she bleeding? The nun was too confused, too horrified by her actions to think straight. She didn't care. She wanted to say something, to pray for something. But her mind was a blank. Her , throat was dry, her chest seemed to tighten.
Rico kept on pushing. The nun felt his dick going deeper, shoving the cuntal membranes aside, slurping down until she thought it might come out of her ass-hole. Finally the young woman could feel his balls coming to rest between her split cunt lips.
"Easy, baby, nice and easy. Rico's gonna take real good care of you from now on," he whispered, stroking her face, knowing she was too helpless now to fight back with her newly released hands.
Sister Theresa sobbed, crying for her lost virginity, her tattered innocence. She had failed her test of faith. She had given into Satan, enjoyed this violation of her most holy of vows. The stench of her sin filled her nostrils and made her want to retch.
"Easy, baby, now I'm gonna get you back up to where you was floatin' earlier." His cock started gouging slickly down her cuntal slit, the head pressing against what was left of her cherry. The young nun tensed, then relaxed as she felt the pain slowly melting away into an intense, hot, pleasurable feeling. It was wrong, oh so wrong. But she couldn't keep her hips from wiggling sensuously under this fucking man. Instead of begging the Lord for penance Sister Theresa was silently begging Rico for more dickmeat. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn't walk for a week!
"In ... in ... UHHH!"
"Yeah, baby, you can't keep that little ass of yours quiet, can you?"
Sister Theresa sobbed as his cock sawed through her cunt. She was actually helping him, encouraging him to fuck her harder! Her hips moved up and down while her belly felt as if it were swelling. Her heels brushed over the backs of his hairy legs as she squirmed under the big man. He moaned several more times in her ear. She was all the way open now, her pussylips peeled back as Rico fucked her. How good it felt down there, her cunt so stretched and swollen with her flowing juices. Yes, of course she was helping him, encouraging him. How could she keep still under this kind of wild stimulation?
"Baby, gonna shoot. Gonna cut loose. Come on, sister, you come too. Forget all that fuckin' religious shit you learned and cut loose with me," the young man moaned, reaching down and cupping his lips over one of her tits.
Sister Theresa shrieked again when she felt his teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of her nipples. He was biting her, running his tongue over the sore stiff nub, then biting down again. He sucked so hard his cheeks caved in, that suction making the pain of his teeth somehow more bearable.
"Uh, uhhhhhhh!"
His movements and the way he was breathing were building in a way that was different from before. Yes, something was happening. She could feel something taking over his body. It was probably like the force making her go crazy under him.
"Touch me, baby, go on, move your hand down there and touch me. I want you to feel the cock that's gonna dump a hot load of jizz down your cunt."
"No, no, oh please don't make me do something like that."
But already her hand was sliding over, shoving between their sweaty bodies. The devil had taken over her mind, driving out all thoughts of God and his Church! She found it impossible to fight him. He was triumphant. Lord, Lord, forgive your maidservant, Sister Theresa silently prayed as she felt his dickshaft with the tips of her fingers. It was so hot, so hard, so wet with her own juices! The young nun moved her hand a little farther, tracing her fingertips along the stretched thin outer lips of her pussy.
"AHHHHH!" Rico growled, pulling almost all the way out of her cunt.
Sister Theresa cried out, snapping her body from side to side. The sensation of her pussy walls shrinking back together behind the retreating cockhead was overwhelming. She scissored her legs tightly around the big man's back and humped up against his groin. No, he couldn't pull out now. Greedily she moved her hand up, curling the fingers together, trying to stop his dick from drawing out.
Rico laughed, glad of the reaction. He held his dickhead just .inside the ring of tense cuntal muscles, feeling them contract and milk the fat dome. Sister Theresa was wiggling under him, her fingertips caressing the folds of his dickhead. Then the young man groaned, his body shuddering as he drove his cock back in.
"AHHHHH!"
Sister Theresa squirmed happily, feeling her cunt muscles spasming uncontrollably now. She was going to come. Yes, the sensations she felt taking over her pussy were similar to the ones she had experienced in the bathroom an hour ago. But how much more intense they were now! The nun bucked and heaved, hearing the bed groaning under her from their combined weight.
"NOW!" he shouted.
The word rang out like a gunshot in the tiny room. Sister Theresa shot a glance at the picture of the Savior hanging opposite her, then closed her eyes and concentrated on her spasming cunt. The knot in her belly slipped a little, then completely unraveled. One, two, then three spasms passed through her pussy, knocking the wind from her lungs, making her gasp for air through her opened mouth as jets of hot spunk spattered against her cuntal walls.
"AHHHHHRYYHHH!"
Rico squirmed on top of her, his knees pushing painfully into her thighs while his hands pawed her tits mercilessly. She cried out, loving the feeling of pain and pleasure as his jagged thumbnails creased her stiff tit tips. He dropped his head to the nape of her neck, kissing her brutally on the shoulders, biting her flesh as more jets of his cum scalded her cuntal walls.
Sister Theresa's eyes widened. Wild, exotic tremors erupted all through her belly and cunt. She could feel her ass-hole spasming in time with her pussy. Oh, was this what all women felt with men? How foolish she'd been to think sex was so terrible, the work of the devil. How could anything this wonderful be so evil? This eruption in her snatch was deeper and more exciting and satisfying than any prayer, any religious service she'd known. Her hips rocked while her tits bounced from the violent movements of her body.
"Yeah, work it out bitch, work it out," Rico said, his orgasm slackening just as the little nun's was peaking. He watched mockingly as the girl jerked her legs higher and bent her knees. Ohhh, how she loved the sensation of the scalding gouts of cum filling her cunt. More and more spasms tore at her clit before the final one passed. Exhausted, shamed, Sister Theresa fell away from the young man.
"Feel good, baby, feel better 'n any fuckin' prayer meeting you have?"
She was too overcome with shame to look back at him. Now that it was over and she had reached climax, guilt tore through her brain. She winced as images of what she'd done flashed through her mind. Filthy, foul, I am an abomination in the eyes of God, she thought as Rico rolled off the bed and dressed.
CHAPTER FOUR
The other nuns were being interrogated in various rooms through the small halfway house. Sister Theresa was allowed to put on her habit. Thank God Rico had allowed her to shower before going downstairs to meet the other nuns. As she stood under the pelting droplets, washing away the cum and sweat staining her body the young woman sobbed freely, wishing the water could rinse her soul of the sin she'd just freely committed. How could she face the sisters and Mother Superior?
"Hurry up in there. You ain't playin' with yourself again, are you?" Rico shouted through the half-opened door.
Sister Theresa shivered at the sound of his voice and quickly finished her shower. What did he have planned for her and the others? She knew nothing about any sort of package. The young woman began to suspect that Rico, as smart as he thought he was, was being tricked by his brother. Perhaps the younger man was double dealing behind Rico's back, blaming the nuns for the missing package while in fact there had been no package to speak of!
She dressed, thankful the Church had allowed nuns to liberalize their habits several years ago. Although the gray-blue skirt fell well below the knees and the black wedgies were still with them, the tight-fitting wimple and waist-long veil had long since gone. He led her from the upstairs room where he'd shamed her with her own body, down the narrow wooden staircase to the simply furnished reception room below. There she saw Mother Superior sitting grimly, her old eyes staring blankly ahead. Around her the other nuns sobbed, terror obvious in their eyes. Had the men done something to them? Had they even done something to Mother Superior? Oh, how horrible! Sister Theresa stood there in the doorway, trembling with shame and guilt as she stared helplessly at the three nuns in the corner.
"None of them know nothin', " a tall, thin blonde said.
"Okay, Franko. You try anything with 'em?" Rico asked, rocking back and forth on his heels. Sister Theresa felt a hot flash sear her soul.
"With nuns? You kiddin'? " the young man asked, his eyes widening with surprise.
"Some of 'em ain't too bad," Rico said, his eyes narrowing while his lips curled into a broad smile. Sister Theresa suddenly felt Mother Superior's eyes on her, studying the young woman. She lowered hers to the floor, wishing she could descend to Hell as she was sure she eventually would.
"She say anything?" Sal asked nervously, his black eyes shifting about the room.
"Naw, clamped tight."
"I swear, there isn't any package," Sister Theresa wailed. What, oh what would it take for them to believe her?
"I don't know what you think your game is," Rico snarled, his patience wearing thin. "Maybe you think you're gonna stop us from sellin' it or somethin'. But it won't work. You just butt outta our lives and fork over the H, unnerstan'? "
Sister Theresa shook her head slowly back and forth. They'd never listen to her.
"Okay, then we tear this joint apart from top to bottom."
"Hey, maybe they turned it over to the cops or somethin', " Sal suggested.
"You do that?" Rico asked Sister Theresa, grabbing her hard by the elbow. "NO!"
"Sal, you two stay with 'em. Franko, you and me go with this one."
Sister Theresa fought back the growing terror and moved in front of the men. They rummaged through Mother Superior's desk, tearing apart the desk and safe and finding nothing. Moving from office to office the two young brothers grew angrier as their search turned up zero.
"What's in there?" Rico asked, pointing to an ornately carved wooden door to one side of the narrow corridor.
"It's the main sanctuary ... the altar," Sister Theresa said reverently. Surely they wouldn't go in there and profane God's altar.
"Come on," Rico said to Franko, pushing Sister Theresa forward in front of them.
She watched in horror as the two men bolted into the large, high-ceilinged sanctuary, overturning pews, tearing apart hymnals, overturning various religious objects in their relentless search for the heroin.
"Nothin' here," Franko muttered in disgust.
"There's nothing here anywhere. I told you, there's no package!" Sister Theresa wailed, leaning against the back of one pew, tears streaming down her face.
"She's got it hid somewheres. Damn, gonna have to try to persuade her."
Sister Theresa heard the words and shrank back. No, no, she had failed the first test of her faith and for that she'd pay dearly. No, he couldn't be forcing another test on her so soon. Her conscience couldn't take something like that.
"Come on, let's have us a little fun. Tie her to the altar," Rico said, eyeing the frantic little nun.
Sister Theresa tried to run for the door, but the men were too fast for her. Rico took one arm while his brother took the other. They dragged her down the aisle screaming. Oh, they were going to defile God's sanctuary with her body, make a mockery of the altar with her! She felt her brain reeling with horror and disgust. Was this what she took the vows for, to become a stone in the eyes of the Lord?
"NOOOOO!"
The young nun twisted and kicked and flailed her hands at the two Tolbo brothers. But nothing could stop them. Soon her back was tied against the smooth front wood surface of the altar. Rico threw back her habit, exposing her smooth white legs. Franko's eyes widened. He now saw what his brother was talking about when he entered the reception room with the young nun. He stared at the blonde triangle between her legs and smacked his lips. He envied his older brother, knowing now what had gone on up on that second floor and what was about to happen here.
"Tie her feet and then leave us alone," Rico ordered, glaring at the nun while a tight smile snaked across his lips. "We've got a whole lotta things we're gonna talk about, ain't we?"
Sister Theresa whined, turning her face away as she felt ropes around her ankles. She twisted against the bonds pinning her to the altar. Once more she'd have to endure this young man's sadistic cruelty. She would be defiled in this house of God. It was a terrible punishment, for she knew how her body would react. Sister Theresa knew she'd achieve a kind of pleasure expressly forbidden in the Bible. And her place in Hell would be in the deepest of pits. The young nun would have to spend years of penance to absolve herself of this guilt.
Franko tied her so her arms were stretched out and her legs spread wide open. For an instant she thought of Christ spread like this, nailed to the cross. Yes, this was going to be her cross, her punishment for her sins.
"Okay, get out and help Sal. You and him take the others around the place and make 'em search every fuckin' hole in this dump. I wanna find that H and get goin', " Rico said nervously.
Franko nodded, flashed a smile at the bound nun, then left quietly.
"You're a pretty lady," Rico began, leaning against one overturned pew and folding his thick-muscled arms over his chest. His eyes examined her closely, his stare making her blush with shame. "Too bad you decided to become a nun. You're one hell of a hot fuck."
Sister Theresa tried to block his words from her mind. Shutting her eyes tightly she tried concentrating on the holy scriptures. But it was impossible not to listen to Rico's deep voice. He was telling her about her body, about the way it felt worming under him when he drove his cock through her cherry and into her pussy. The air was thick with the smell of her aroused cunt. She gasped, sucking in oxygen thick with the aroma of her pussy juice and burning wax. The votive candles flickering on either side of her made the air almost impossible for her to breathe! Her tits rose and fell as she sucked the air in shallow gasps. The smell from her snatch became stronger as Rico unfolded his arms and knelt in front of her. Reaching up he stroked the back of his fingers over her cuntal mound, smiling as he saw the furry mound tremble under that light touch.
"Please don't hurt me," she moaned.
Rico laughed.
"You begged me not to fuck you the last time. And when I did you couldn't keep your Goddamned ass still. That mean you wanna really get whipped?"
Sister Theresa thought of the belt, remembered how hot, how deliciously evil that leather felt as it bit into her white ass-flesh. She felt her cunt clench, the muscles spasm as image after image flashed through her mind. No, no, she had to put such thoughts aside!
"NO!" she nearly shouted, her trembling voice echoing off the walls.
"It'd be a fuckin' shame if I was to mess you up ... I mean, really mess you up, you know?" Rico said, dropping his hand and sighing. He stood up and reached to one side, pulling a votive candle out of the red glass container and holding it inches from her cunt. Sister Theresa's eyes grew wide as she worked her ass back and forth across the front edge of the altar. Sweat glistened on her flesh, making her woolen habit stick uncomfortably to her flesh. She could feel a gentle warm glow that became more intense as Rico moved the flame closer to her thighs.
"Don't burn me!" she cried.
"When my old man wasn't drunk he used to tell me stories about the Mob and how they took care of women who fucked around. Cigarettes. Used to burn holes in arms and legs until those fuckin' broads learned to keep their mouths shut and heel. I don't wanna waste tobacco on you. This'll do just fine," Rico said.
Sister Theresa flinched as he moved the candle up to her face and she felt the heat on her nose and lips. Was he going to scar her face first? Yes, yes, that would be the only way to ensure her purity from now on. Destroy her beauty so no man would want her!
But Rico had other plans. He lowered the flame, holding the candle tightly with one hand while tearing open her white blouse. Growling like an animal he curled his fingers around the white cotton bra and ripped the cups apart. Sister Theresa cried out, feeling herself completely exposed now, her skirt hiked about her waist and bunched under her buttocks while her blouse hung in shreds from her shoulders. Only the tiny veil still clipped to her hair remained, brushing over her shoulders.
"You got a pretty cunt. Too bad it's gonna be fucked up."
No, no, he couldn't do something like that! Burn her pussy, ruin her for life? Oh God in Heaven, give me strength! the young nun cried silently, digging her fingernails into her palms.
"See the fire, honey? You know what this can do to that pretty little cunt of yours? I know you ain't thinkin' about usin' it again. But man, it's gonna hurt real bad-real bad, you know? Now, it's kinda stupid to keep your mouth shut. Just tell..."
"I told you, I don't know anything about any ... oh, what's the use!" Sister Theresa cried, sagging in the tight rope bonds.
"Yeah, what's the use," Rico muttered, bringing the burning candle between her widely spread thighs. He watched as her flesh quivered from the heat. Sister Theresa grit her teeth together, waiting for the searing pain that would probably knock her out. Yes, that was what she needed-unconsciousness, the blessed blackness of forgetting. "Ohhhh!"
She felt her pussy tremble and recoil while her thighs tightened as the candle came closer.
"No, please, don't do this to me!" she wailed.
But Rico was too interested in torturing the young nun to listen to reason. He passed the candle between her legs, moaning as he felt his cock fill with blood once more. He smiled as Sister Theresa struggled more desperately. The pungent smell of singed cunt hairs invaded her flared nostrils.
"No, don't burn me! Oh please don't burn me!" Sister Theresa cried, jerking her knees up as far as she could. The ropes cut into her white ankle flesh. Her tits jiggled, rolling together as more rivulets of cunt juice seeped from her hairy fuck slit. She flinched again as Rico passed the flame just under her clit. Oh, she was growing hot, excited, actually wanting him to touch her with that fire! Did she know what she was asking for? Did the nun really want to have that tiny flame singe her pussy, scar her body for life? But what kind of exalted feeling of pleasure mixed with pain would that fire bring? The question and possible answer made the young blonde shiver with forbidden excitement.
"Yeah, you really dig the pain shit. I think most of you cunts in black dig it," Rico hissed between his teeth.
Heat spread into her cunt. Sister Theresa closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. She stifled a scream of fear and terror, feeling a strange tightness in her throat and chest.
"No, take it away!"
But her thick voice betrayed her real feelings. Sister Theresa, bound to the altar, wanted the young man to torture her, make her repent for the hot buttery feelings oozing through her swampy cunt.
Rico waved the candle an inch from her pussy. Melting wax dripped on her cunt hair when he moved the candle back and forth in front of her. Sister Theresa twisted and jerked, sobbing wildly as the yellow flame licked at her pubes. The heat lanced more cruelly than before into her cunt, forcing out more juice. Its heat matched an inner fire burning inside the young nun's twat. And as Rico moved the candle once more to the sensitive area just below her clit, Sister Theresa felt another flow of her juices seep out and wet down her thighs.
"Man, it's like you're pissin' on yourself," he commented, watching the woman's pussylips swell up even more and peel back, inviting him to touch them, work his fingers over them, spread them apart and slide his cock in.
Sister Theresa tensed. She was fully aroused now. The young woman waited, breathing through her flared nostrils as Rico poised the candle once more over the center of her cuntmouth. With a wicked laugh the man pushed the candle away from her fuck-hole, letting the pointed tip of the flame barely touch the bulging right thigh tendon. "AIYEEEEEE!"
The sudden chilly feeling was quickly replaced by the agonizing heat raised by the flame. Sister Theresa screamed again and again, jerking so hard the sound of the ropes stretching under her movements filled the room. Rico's eyes glazed over with lust as he passed the end of the flame back and forth over the tendon, watching the skin redden gradually. Sister Theresa could do nothing to move her body away from the agonizing fire. Her buttocks danced across the sharp leading edge of the altar while sweat cascaded down the sides of her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as her screams reached a higher, more piercing note.
Oh God, send down your lightning and strike this man dead! the woman prayed silently.
"Hard to say what's hotter-the fire or your pussy," Rico muttered, passing the flame to the other thigh and watching as her leg muscles spasmed under the fire.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
Sister Theresa pulled at the ropes until they rubbed her flesh red. It was as if Satan himself were her lover, his fiery dick piercing her snatch, drilling into her cunt while she opened herself willingly to him. No, no, that was a terrible thought! Desperately the young woman tried to drive it out.
The flame hissed and nearly went out as droplets of pussy oil from her eunt dripped onto the hot tallow. Rico laughed and moved the flame from the right thigh to the bottom junction of her cunt lips, flicking it back and forth, singeing the barely visible blonde hairs covering her shivering buttocks, then bringing it back to her pussy.
"You still gonna keep quiet? Honey, I can keep this here all night. Lots of wax here."
Sister Theresa again sobbed out she knew nothing about a package, that she and the other nuns were innocent.
Rico swore and felt the flame under the narrow band of sensitive flesh separating her ass-hole from her cunt. The young nun shrieked, jerking her body up, trying to edge her body away from that terrible pain. At the moment she thought she'd pass out, Rico pulled the candle away.
"I've got a bargain for you, slut. You stay still and I won't burn you up. Not now, anyways."
As he talked Sister Theresa wept with fear and guilt. Blinking away the tears she watched helplessly as Rico dropped his trousers once again and kicked them aside. She cringed at the sight of the mammoth cock stretched out to its full nine thick inches. Was he going to fuck her here, here in God's temple? It was the ultimate of sacrileges.
"You're gonna like this, I'll bet," he said, his voice hardening. "And if you try anything funny I'll ram that candle up your cunt."
Rico unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders, then climbed onto the altar, balancing himself carefully just above her head. Sister Theresa tilted her head back, finding herself staring at his set of hairy, hanging balls. As her eyes slowly widened with fear he squatted down toward her.
"Just take it easy. I'll tell you what to do. But I'll bet you'll take over just like a pro," Rico said, holding his dick in one hand while curling several strands of her hair around his fingers. What was he going to do? What depraved act was he going to force on her next?
CHAPTER FIVE
"Just open your mouth," Rico said thickly, squatting lower.
Sister Theresa closed her mouth tightly, twisting her head away from the awful thing inches away from her face. She could smell his groin well now. No, this was one of the most perverted acts a man and woman could do! It was bad enough to be abused. To have this perverted act inflicted on her in the chapel was too much. She tried to shut everything out except the prayers she still repeated softly. But Rico only laughed at her.
"No, I won't," she repeated several times to the young man over her, setting her jaw firmly.
"You ain't got much of a choice," Rico retorted, yanking the few strands he held in one hand and making the nun squeal in pain.
His cock grew larger. It seemed it would never stop growing!
"Suck it, take it all the way down your Goddamned throat!" he muttered.
Sister Theresa jerked her head the other way, still keeping her mouth closed tightly. Rico reached down with one hand and jerked her face toward this dick, moving his fingers down slightly and squeezing them hard at the junction of her jaws. The pain was awful! With a yelp, Sister Theresa opened her mouth.
"That's it, baby, just don't fuck around with me and everything's gonna be fine," he said, looking down, watching as his fat cockhead slipped forward. He rested it for a second on her pouting lower lip, enjoying this scene of humiliation and depravity. Sister Theresa's half-naked body squirmed below him, her tits jiggling, her thighs shivering while he moved his dickhead back and forth over the inside of her lower lip.
The taste of that sweaty, slimy thing made the young nun choke. He slapped her face with one hand to keep her from retching. Then the big man squeezed his hairy buttocks together and hunched forward, pushing the first two inches of dickmeat into her mouth. "Unnnghhhh!"
Sister Theresa at first thought she'd choke on that fat hunk of cock. Its weight scraped her teeth. She heard him warn her that he'd stuff a burning candle up her pussy if she tried to bite him or in any other way thwart his desires.
"Yeah, take it nice and hard," Rico sighed, sawing his thighs back and forth, hunching only the first few inches of his prong into her mouth. Strings of drool oozed down from her lips as the girl fought for air. "Tighter. Man, baby, tighten up them lips around my cock."
Sister Theresa did as she was told and immediately heard the young man shudder with ecstasy. He was pushing more of his dick into her mouth, making her cheeks puff out with the amount of hot meat inside. He told her to wiggle her tongue under the sensitive groove, to suck so hard her cheeks caved in. And all the while more bleachy-tasting cum oozed from the piss-slit, coating down her throat and making her swallow involuntarily. Was he going to shoot that spunk down her throat? Could she take that much jizz?
"Oh yeah, man, gimme that head," Rico moaned, pulling at her hair until the nun thought he was going to snatch her bald. A dull ache began to throb in her jaws. Those thick nine inches were straining her.
"MMMUHHHHGHHFF!"
His cock rubbed along the insides of her mouth. Her body shivered, scraping against the altar as Rico's sexual heat grew more and more intense. As he moved back and forth the girl's cunt throbbed almost in time to the mouth fucking. At times she felt his cum-laden balls slapping against her chin while the dickhead banged her throat.
"Suck it hard ... NOW!"
At the same time Rico clamped both hands against the side of her head and pushed it forward. He throat-fucked her, sliding all nine inches of his dick into her mouth. The nun gagged, gasped for air, her face turning bright red while her body banged again and again against the altar. He was going to strangle her with his dick! Sister Theresa wanted to scream for help. But his cock prevented her from doing anything except cough violently.
"Mmmmm, yeah, sure feels good!"
Sister Theresa could feel the wiry cockhairs tickling the insides of her nostrils while his fat dickroot rubbed against her lips. He was sliding his thighs from side to side slowly, drinking the wonderful hot, wet sensation of her mouth against his cock. When he finally realized he'd have to back off if she were going to survive, Rico pulled back reluctantly.
"Nice, real nice," he murmured, withdrawing his cock until only the head remained clamped between her lips. "I'm gonna have a real nice time shootin' off in your mouth."
Sister Theresa tried to protest. But Rico shut her up by stuffing his cockmeat back into her mouth. The young nun cried out, tears welling up again in her eyes while he trenched out her mouth with his dick. He was moving faster and faster, the cockhead striking the back of her throat time and time again. The nun swallowed more pre-cum, shutting her eyes, trying to ignore the hot, pulsing sensation growing worse and worse in her pussy. She felt rivers of her fuck juice trickling down her thighs, wetting down her ankles.
"Soon, baby, soon," Rico said thickly. She could tell from the tone of his voice he was about to shoot. In a few minutes she was going to be drowning in that foul jizz, performing a terrible act in God's house!
Rico was grunting like a pig, sweat running down his face and bare chest. He rammed ahead, striking the back of her throat constantly now. Her teeth scraped that hammering dick while her tongue flitted across the underside of the young man's dick.
Sister Theresa's nipples hardened while wild sensations of perverse pleasure raced through her body. Her cunt itched maddeningly. The little nun tried to visualize what the two of them looked like. That thought made her shiver and rub her thighs sensuously together. If only she could get something between her legs, something to take care of that pulsing itch that was driving her mad!
No longer did Sister Theresa care about where she was. All her thoughts about sucking dick in the house of God fled from her confused mind. All she could think of was Rico's fat dick and her empty, throbbing pussy. Why couldn't he fuck her now? Why did he want to shoot off in her mouth when her cunt needed dickmeat?
"Yeah, honey, baby, yeah," Rico whispered, his eyes glazing over and widening while his head fell back. Arching his back, the young man began pistoning his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the nun's tight little mouth like a trip hammer.
"Mmmmmmfffff!"
Sister Theresa felt her cunt spasm as more cum washed over her tongue. He was about to shoot! She sensed his oncoming orgasm. She tensed, feeling her pussy burning.
"AHHHHHH!"
Suddenly Sister Theresa tasted something hot and salty spattering against the back of her throat. The nun screamed, tightening her lips around the coming dick involuntarily, trying to jerk her lips away from that shooting cock at the same time.
"Ohhh baby, good head, fuckin' good head," Rico moaned, moving his hips up and down and from side to side, loving the sensation of his dick rubbing against the smooth insides of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmfffff!"
The nun felt the pressure in her cunt become unbearable. Without anything touching her pussy Sister Theresa felt a tiny orgasm, soft as a kiss, sweep over her snatch. She shivered, twisting and shaking in her bonds. Her belly tightened while her tits bounced together. The young nun tightened her cunt and jerked her thighs from side to side, trying to rub her clit against anything that would intensify that wonderful climax washing over her. She felt her hairy cunt-mound touch the flame of the candle below. It was terrible! The flame licked at her cunt lips, burning some of the hair, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning hair. More pussy oil bubbled out, extinguishing the flame as another series of spasms swept across her cunt.
"MMMMMMMM!"
Then suddenly Rico pulled his cock out, holding his shooting rod with one hand and directing the steady white rain against her face. Sister Theresa screamed, jerking her head away, feeling the hot droplets striking her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
"Yeah, that's the way you oughtta look, chick, covered with cum," Rico moaned, his body jerking form side to side as still more spunk shot from his piss-slit.
Sister Theresa moaned with shame and revulsion. Ohhh, how filthy she felt now. As Rico emptied his balls, firing his load into her face and laughing at her helpless cries the young nun wondered when all this would end.
"What a little whore," Rico muttered, working his fingers slowly over the fat shaft, feeling the final climactic sensations of his cock as it shot out the last few drops of jizz.
"Oh please, please let me go now," Sister Theresa moaned, sagging in her bonds. All the prayers in the world would be needed for her to rid herself of this guilt, of this sinful shame. How could she ever enter a church again, look at an altar without thinking of how Rico had bound her to the holiest of holy places and defiled her body with his cock?
"You kiddin'? Come on, we ain't got what we come for," Rico said, climbing off the altar and staring up at the tied nun. He laughed again at the streaks of jizz on her face. "You give me the package and I'll let you go."
Sister Theresa moaned. What was the use? He wasn't about to listen to reason.
"Okay, if that's what you want. I gotta have that shit by tomorrow morning. It ain't here, so you probably hid it somewheres outside. Where? The bus station, another church, where?"
Rico shoved his face to hers, holding her head with both hands.
"I don't know anything. I've told you that again and again, I don't know anything!" she sobbed.
"We'll see about that," Rico said, starting to dress. "You're gonna learn just how far we go. Only don't learn too fast," he said, his face turning bright as he surveyed her body.
Sister Theresa shut her eyes and prayed to her Jesus to save her from this degradation. Rico finished dressing, then quickly untied the moaning nun. Sister Theresa nearly fell on her face as he helped her down from the altar. The rope had burned her flesh as well as her spirit. The nun steadied herself as best she could, modestly pushing down her long skirt and covering her tits as best she could with her ripped blouse and tattered bra.
"We're gonna go for a ride," he said in a tone of voice that made her shiver. "Where?"
"Not far-down Pacific to Ocean Park. We got a drop-off place there I think you and the others are gonna dig," he muttered, shoving the tail of his shirt in his pants, then taking the nun by one arm and guiding her from the altar. Sister Theresa shot a glance back before leaving. There at the foot of the holy table were the strands of rope now wet with sweat and cunt juice. The altar cloth was wet with her body juices while the cups that had held the candles lay scattered on the floor.
"You find anything out?" Sal asked as they entered the reception room. The two young nuns and Mother Superior were standing, staring at Sister Theresa's torn blouse and badly wrinkled skirt. She couldn't look at them, feeling cheap and whorish.
"Sister, you need consolation? You need ... Mother Superior began, stretching out her arms to the trembling nun.
"Shut up, you old bitch," Rico snapped, slapping his hands across her arms. The old woman glared at him, her eyes glittering with hatred. She dropped both hands to her sides and backed away, her rosary swaying gently back and forth.
"You'll pay for this," she whispered, her wrinkled face darkening with emotions improper for a bride of Christ.
"Come on, Franko. Let's get 'em down to the house," Rico said, pulling Sister Theresa out the door after him. The others followed behind.
"Please, don't hurt them," she whispered as they stepped through the dark, silent corridors of the halfway house. How happy she'd been when she first entered here. How she thought she'd be able to help all those unfortunate people with so many problems. How simple that help would come, she thought! And now she and the others were victims of the worst elements of society. And what was more appalling was the willingness of Sister Theresa to aid them in their depravity! She sobbed as she thought of her part in all this.
"Inside," Rico said as they left through the alley exit. There were two vans parked to the right. The young leader pushed Sister Theresa into the first, telling his brother Franko to drive that one while Sal would lock up the other nuns in the second van and drive behind.
"Somethin's weird with Sal," Franko said in a soft undertone to his brother.
"Yeah, I know," Rico said thoughtfully, scratching his chin and watching the fat Tolbo brother through narrowed eyes. "Don't like to think nothin' bad about a family member. But we better watch 'im. You know, those nuns might be tellin' the truth."
Franko said nothing, his lower jaw trembling as he weighed what his brother was suggesting.
"We'll know soon enough," Franko finally said, climbing into the front of the van while Rico slid into the rear, locking the double door behind him. In a second they were rolling along the bumpy alleyways of Venice and north Santa Monica.
"Now I'm gonna have a little fun while we're movin' through the city."
With that he flung himself on the screaming nun, kissing her neck, pushing her legs apart, sliding off her torn blouse, then reaching down and tearing open her skirt zipper. The nun shrieked as she heard the sounds of tearing material. He ripped off her habit, snatching the sacred veil from her hair and throwing it like a rag in one corner. She screamed wildly, clawing at his face.
"Shut up!" he barked, slapping her hard across the face, dazing the terrified nun, then reaching over and grabbing the discarded veil. As Sister Theresa tried fighting through the fog that had settled over her brain, she was aware of Rico stuffing the veil in her mouth, then taping it in with something. There was more movement, more rope, knots tied tightly against her already-raw flesh. As her consciousness cleared the young nun felt her legs rise in the air. Peering through the darkness Sister Theresa saw Rico had tied two pieces of rope around each ankle, then secured the free end of the lines to two metal eyes screwed to the walls of the van. Moving quickly toward her head Rico grabbed more rope and did the same to her wrists, hauling her body up until it hung, sagging down like a hammock. Sister Theresa dropped her head back, her hair brushing the dirty van floor while her body swayed and jiggled with the movements of the vehicle.
"That's the way you should be all the time, baby. And that's the way you like it, eh? Little nun, you dig it, don'tcha?" Rico said, reaching over to her pussy and greedily working his fingers over the bloated cunt lips. Sister Theresa cried out, pushing her knees together as much as she could, the tension of the ropes preventing her from closing her legs. His right forefinger was probing her cunthole while the rest of his hand was massaging her pussy mound. Frothy fuck oil bubbled out of her slit, wetting down the big man's fingers as the rubbery edges of her pussylips were rubbed against one another.
Jerking her head around, the nun threw off the veil gagging her and screamed.
Again he demanded information about the drugs. And all the raped nun could tell was the same story she'd been reciting for him the past few hours. But Rico at this point didn't care about finding the heroin. There'd be time enough at the house to interrogate her and the others. Now he was going to have more of his private fun. Rarely had he found a woman willing to put up with his sexual kinks. Finding one now-a nun, yet-was almost more important than the heavy drug shipment he may have lost!
Rummaging about in the back he found an old Coleman lantern in-a pile of junk near the driver's seat. Franko kept his eyes forward, knowing better than to comment when his brother was occupied with a woman.
Rico played with the lantern, sliding it under the young nun's buttocks. Sister Theresa cringed. And as she shuddered, hanging there from the sides of the van like a hunk of beef, she felt her pussy begin to tighten and grow warm all over again. This suspension in the van was exciting her. The rope, the weight of her own swaying body, Rico mumbling obscenities under her while toying with the lantern-all of it made her breathe harder and more irregularly.
"You dig heat, don't you? You liked that candle. Maybe you'll like this even better," Rico said, turning the key up.
The nun felt a rush of heat on her buttocks and struggled against the ropes holding her. More torture! More pain, and for what? No glory for Mother Church, no drugs for him. It was pain simply for the fun of it. And what was incredible was that Sister Theresa was beginning to understand this reason and enjoy it.
CHAPTER SIX
"It hurts! It HURTS!"
Sister Theresa squirmed uncomfortably, tugging at the ropes holding her ankles and wrists spread apart. She felt like a biological specimen split open, ready for dissection.
Rico smiled, turning the key clockwise, increasing the size and intensity of the flame. He watched as a portion of her buttflesh the size of a nickel turned red. Sister Theresa threw back her head and let out a low yowl of pain, squeezing her buttocks together, tensing her muscles and jerking her body up hard away from the fire.
"Come on, honey, that's it, you little slut, eat up that flame. Shit, you want it all over your fuckin' body," Rico muttered, laughing as the young nun desperately wiggled in that grotesque, obscene position. She sobbed as the weight of her body pulled at her leg and arm muscles. She twisted back and forth, at times edging away from the fire. But still the flame licked almost continually at her skin, causing the woman to shriek for help and beg for mercy.
"Noooo, please, p ... please, don't do this to me! OH GOD IN HEAVEN, HELP MEEEEEE!"
Her strained voice echoed through the van while Rico laughed louder.
"Ain't no God around here's gonna help you out, slut. Nothin' but me and my dick that's gonna make you feel good."
She begged him to loosen the ropes. But Rico only laughed at her, his eyes riveted on her juicing cuntal mound. He watched as the tendons bulged in her thighs, stared excitedly as the girl bounced and swayed with every movement of the speeding van.
Rico felt his dick growing hard and thick again. He smelled her pussy and knew she was as hot as he was. When he balanced himself carefully and moved forward the nun flinched, her eyes growing wide again. What hellish thing did he have planned for her now? Terror at what he might do to her was mixed with a growing excitement about what it might be. Rico lifted the glass covering of the lantern and turned the key around another turn. The slim flame grew longer. He moved the lantern down from her buttocks to a position just under her right thigh. "AHHHIYEE!"
Sweat broke out on Sister Theresa's wrinkled forehead as she yanked at the ropes binding her arms and legs once more. She couldn't stand the pain much more. She thought her flesh would catch fire and she'd burn hanging there, a living torch while his brother drove peacefully on and Rico watched.
"NOOOOO!"
Sister Theresa rolled half over, her knees pressing together for a moment, then falling apart as the ropes kept her spread apart. Rico had tied her well.
"Now, let's see what the fire can do ... maybe loosen up that mouth of yours."
He took the lantern carefully by the base and moved the fire down to just under one knee, then slid it back to her ass. The fire flickered. It was like a scalding feather waving and brushing across her ass and legs. Her desperate cries of pain quickly turned to gurgles as the pain ebbed. It was turning into something else. Oh, what was happening? It was just as before! Her mind and body were betraying her, playing terrible tricks on her. She felt her clit tingling while her cunt responded by actually moving, winking shut as if aroused by a lover's dick. The nerves in her pussy beat with a wild rhythm. The nun fought the urge to shove her cunt down in a perverted attempt to actually suck in that flame. No, no, that would be too evil. She wasn't that kind of woman! "AHHHHHHH!"
The nun strained at her bonds. She wanted Rico to touch her tits, to suck her stiffened nipples while she wagged her ass back and forth over the flame. She bit her lips to keep from screaming out her rising sexual needs. Could she ever forgive herself for this horror? Could she ever again call anyone a criminal when, in the face of God, she performed so terribly, disgracing her body, her calling, her religion.
"GOD, OH GOD!"
Still there was no divine help. Her words echoed bitterly off the van walls. Oh, how she wanted Rico, how she wanted his dick inside her-how she wanted to feel his body pressing against hers.
"Ohhhhhh, baby, you're better 'n them T J Marias in the donkey shows down at the Blue Fox," Rico said, rubbing his fingers over the bulge between his legs. Rico was sitting there, watching the woman squirming over the fire, watching her thighs and cunt lips grow slick with her flowing juices while his cockhead dribbled out pre-cum and stained his pants.
"NOOOO!"
All Sister Theresa could do was hang there, bite her lip and twist and jerk her hips shamelessly with all the sexual abandon of a nymphomaniac!
"Baby, I wanna fuck you bad. But this damned van's no good for that," he muttered, nearly pitching over to the side as the vehicle swerved to the left. Reaching forward with one hand he jerked her cunt lips apart. Sister Theresa groaned. The fire flickered over her plump, taut ass cheeks. It almost felt like a playful slap. She started to sob. Rico let her go, stepping back to watch her swing like a hammock.
Then squatting back down he turned up the flame even more. Sister Theresa groaned then screamed, jerking at the bonds like a wild animal and begging to be freed.
Reaching out again he swung her back and forth as if she were a ball, laughing softly as she flinched every time her ass passed over the flame. He kept her swinging until her screams made Franko shout.
"Hey, I can't keep the van on the road, you keep 'er screamin' like that."
"If you have any decency you'll leave me alone," Sister Theresa shouted as fires of insatiable lust raced through her pussy.
Rico held her steady over the flame and pried her cunt lips apart again.
"Baby, you loved my dick rammin' in and outta your cunt. Why the fuck should I leave you alone when you're so fuckin' hot you're burnin' up my hand?"
He shoved a finger into her pussy to illustrate his point, burying it up to the second joint. Sister Theresa snapped her body, stiffening her cuntal walls. Involuntarily the young woman's pussy muscles cramped, snapping tight around Rico's forefinger. She twisted and raved with a delicious sexual agony. Rico watched quietly, feeling her hot cunt oil wetting down his hands.
"Oh yeah, baby, you dig this kinda thing. You dig pain. Man, I can spot 'em a mile away," he said in a thickening voice.
"I don't. I don't like pain," she said between her clenched teeth, closing her eyes, trying to make her pussy muscles stop sucking at Rico's wiggling finger.
"Oh yeah you do," Rico countered. To illustrate his point the young man pinched her cunt lips hard, twisting the rubbery membranes while holding her ass over the open flame of the lantern.
Sister Theresa shrieked, her body jerking, thrashing, writhing and bouncing on the taut ropes suspending her above the van floor. But still her cunt oozed more pussy oil. The pain had somehow been changed into a mind-warping pleasure, making the girl pant with lust.
Rico concentrated on her clit now, stroking the tiny organ, tweaking it, then smoothing his fingers to soothe the stiff nub. Sister Theresa thought she'd go out of her mind! The young woman had never felt such powerful feelings shoot through her body! She screamed, snapping her head from left to right. Her long blonde hair swept across the dirty floor while her tits rolled and bounced with her violent body movements. Her white flesh shivered, glistening with sweat. She stared wide-eyed at her tormentor, wishing she could kill him, then begging God to forgive her for having such terrible thoughts. No, she must bless her enemy, love him as he tortured her. "OHHHHHHH!"
Sister Theresa writhed as the flame burned deeper. It was as if the devil himself were clawing at her pussy.
"Beg for it, chick. That's it, man, go for it, suck it in."
He was evil, an animal, something created by the devil. No, she could never forgive him for showing this dark side of herself to herself!
For a while her body strained as the flame bit into her buttocks. Ohhh, what damage had been done back there? The young nun thought she could feel several welts and burns swelling up from her flesh. She tried to keep her body swinging, moving and bobbing from side to side and back and forth to prevent the flame from flickering too long in one area. Exhaustion made the young woman's movements grow weaker as the seconds ticked by.
Rico saw that glazed expression in her eyes. He knew what was going on in her mind. He jerked his finger out of her cunt and dropped to his knees again. He crawled between her twitching legs, his knee striking the Coleman lantern. Moving closer he grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh around her hips. Smiling at her he unzipped his trousers once more, pulling out his dick and driving his cockhead into her juicing cunt.
The touch of his prick made the young nun scream. She was so hot she nearly cried when he stuck his cock up her pussy. She squealed and gagged as the massive hunk of cockmeat peeled back her cunt lips and thrust into her pussy.
"OHHHAHHH!"
It was the relief, the pleasure she'd been begging for ever since he tied her up in this obscene position and started this torture by fire. The pain of this crazy, brutal assault drove her wild with ecstasy. She sighed with her last breath as his fat dick roared through her pussy, splitting her apart. The nun could feel her cunt oil greasing down the hot throbbing shaft, spilling down her buttocks, into her asscrack, her shitter.
"FFFUUUCCCCK!" Rico groaned, holding tightly onto her as the van swayed crazily down the road. Franko was watching his brother fucking the hot young nun in the rear-view mirror while still trying to keep the van on the narrow road.
"W AAA WW WHHH!"
Sister Theresa gave up all pretext of modesty. She was writhing like a whore in heat now, begging for more cock, twisting in her bonds in order to increase the wet friction. She threw her head back, feeling every muscle in her body grow taut and quiver as she wiggled her hips sensuously back and forth. As his dick sawed back and forth through her pussy the young woman felt her ass raked by fire from the lantern.
"NOOO!"
There was no stopping the force of her unholy lust now. God himself couldn't have kept her cunt from snapping shut around Rico's driving dick. Her clit shuddered from the onslaught. She was close, oh sooooo close to coming. The girl held herself poised on the brink of orgasm, waiting to feel that tell-tale spasming of his dickmeat that signaled cum was shooting out of his piss-slit.
"Yeah, you Goddamned fuckin' slut!" Rico growled, digging his fingers into her flesh. "You love fuckin', you can't keep your cunt quiet. Some Goddamned nun!"
Sister Theresa wanted to spit in his face, tell him he was wrong, that he was no judge of who was worthy enough to serve God! But who was she to say something like that as she writhed helplessly on these ropes, silently begging for more dickmeat?
No, at least he wouldn't see her climax. She let out a hoarse, guttural growl and bit her lip again to keep from moaning again. There was no stopping the whip of her hips as he rammed her cunt. But the young man wouldn't hear her cries of ecstatic delight as her cunt quivered in the throes of orgasm.
"AHHHHHH!"
Sister Theresa felt the flame moving into her asscrack. Her lust climbed higher and higher until she felt her orgasm would never come. There was a kind of pounding in her belly matching the throbbing in her cunt. Her entire body seemed to be tuned in to her clit, pulsing with the same maddening sexual rhythm coursing through her snatch.
"Gonna shoot, baby, gonna fill that tight little pussy of yours with jizz. Man, you keep it good and tight even after all the fuckin' I done. Shit, gonna keep you around. Ain't too many broads around like this," Rico grunted, dropping his head and concentrating on his fucking. His powerful hips pounded against her thighs, and the van filled with the wet slick sounds of his cock sliding through her dark-red, swollen cuntmeat. The young woman thought she was going to die. She was gagging, retching, feeling her belly swell up as if she were pregnant. At times Sister Theresa thought she'd lose her breath. The nun sucked in lungfuls of air as she teetered on the brink of coming.
"OHHHH NOOOO!"
"Yeah, go for it, baby. Yeah, ohhhh FUCK!" Rico threw back his head and buried his dick all the way in to the hilt. He felt the scalding cum boil up from his nuts, shoot down the center tube in his throbbing rod and spray out of his piss-slit. Another and still another thick white-hot gout of cum shot out, spattering against the nun's cuntal walls. "NOOO!"
Sister Theresa went crazy for a minute, feeling her mind blow apart as her cuntal walls buckled, grabbing hold of Rico's dick and sucking it in while her clit vibrated crazily. She yelped like an animal, throwing her head back and making strangling, retching sounds as she gasped for breath. The nun jerked her hips rapidly, keeping up with the young man's brutal assault. As he reamed her pussy one last time, the girl's clit shuddered. The last of her cunt-juice bubbled over her thighs, streaking her fuzzy cuntal mound. Slowly Sister Theresa felt the tension and delicious throbbing ache ebbing. She was coming down from her sexual high, descending from the unreal world of sexual delight into the ugly one of kidnapping and torture. Rico moved back, pulling his dick slowly from her pussy while shoving the lantern away from her body.
"No sense in burnin' you up ... right now, anyways," he said, squatting down and turning off the Coleman lantern.
"You ... animal," she sobbed, turning her face away from the young man. And yet, how could she hang there and judge him? Hadn't she been just as vile, enjoying every step of the way of her rape and humiliation? Wasn't she looking forward to more of the same, perhaps even acts more perverse and intense than the ones already endured? Ohhh, God protect her from herself!
"We're almost there, baby. Almost there," Rico said, turning around and peering over his brother's shoulders at the road ahead.
Sister Theresa hung there limply, tears falling freely from her eyes. She moved her hips, feeling the cum-slicked pussy walls rubbing against one another. What a slut she was! She was unfit to wear the habit any longer. Twisting around she saw the tattered remains of her holy dress. How could she put that over her sinful body again? She was more fit to wear one of those tight-fitting dresses and walk the streets like the common whore she was.
The home they were going to was near the bus barn just two blocks from the beach. The area, once a several block region of dilapidated homes that housed hippies, was now deserted, marked for demolition. Several families of Mexicans still held on while a few warehouses dotted the outlying region of the area.
Franko slowed the van down, carefully threading the vehicle through the debris-filled streets until he found the address he was looking for.
"Okay, whore, we're here."
He untied the trembling nun, snapping at her, calling her all sorts of names and slapping her hard on the butt several times to rush her dressing.
Sister Theresa pulled on her torn dress and blouse reluctantly, wishing she could die before submitting any more to this young man.
"Out."
Sister Theresa stepped from the van, seeing the other nuns in front of her. Mother Superior gathered her skirts and picked her way carefully through the garbage in the street. In front of her the other two nuns whimpered quietly, holding on to one another for support. The old woman turned around when she heard movement behind her. She saw the young nun holding the ripped halves of her white blouse together, keeping her eyes bent toward the ground as she slowly made her way toward the home.
"Sister..."
"Shut up you old bag and get inside, or you'll get the same," Rico barked.
Mother Superior made a face, then turned and resumed her careful, slow way.
"How can you do this to us? We're nuns!" one of the sisters in front cried, nearly falling as she stumbled over a piece of wood.
"Talk to this hot little number back here," Rico said tauntingly, slapping Sister Theresa on the butt. "She fucks like a mink."
The words stung the girl's pride. How could he humiliate her like this in front of her sisters?
"To talk of a bride of Christ like this is blasphemy!" Mother Superior said, stopping and facing the young hood.
"What you're gonna see in there's gonna make your blasphemy look like a joke," Rico snarled.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rico stopped for a drink inside the shabbily furnished house. It was obvious the place hadn't been cleaned for months, perhaps for years. There was the stink of stale beer and piss in the air and the small of unwashed linen and upholstery. His brothers took the nuns down the rickety stairs into a dimly lighted basement. The stench of urine was even more intense down there, reminding Sister Theresa of the odor of a slaughter house. The nuns clung together in a terrified little group, Mother
Superior muttering prayers for strength as the men made fun of the women.
"Whatcha prayin' for?" Franko asked Sister Theresa, who temporarily forgot how far she'd fallen from the faith. She was on her knees, rosary clenched in her fingers, mumbling her prayers with the others. "The way you was fuckin' my brother back there, sheeit, I ain't seen no woman growl and move that way with cock in 'er."
His crude words made the other nuns scream and cover their ears while Mother Superior's old face turned ashen.
"Sister, did he ... did he do anything immoral to you in that van?"
Why did she ask? Why did she ask that question when surely she knew what had been going on, both in the van and in the halfway house. Sister Theresa threw her hands to her face, trying to hide the shame she felt was written on her forehead.
"Okay, fun's over."
Rico stumbled down the stairs. It was then Sister Theresa saw the basement was really a series of rooms. There were several wood doors on either side of the large underground room. They reminded her of small meat lockers. Of course! This was probably a grocery or butcher shop at one time. That had to account for the smell still clinging to the rotting walls!
"I want this one all to myself," Rico said, pointing at Sister Theresa.
The young nun cringed, feeling the eyes of the other nuns staring at her, peering into her shamed soul.
"Animals, all of you, animals!" she cried, sinking to the cement floor, fingers clenched into two fists, sobbing hysterically. What was she crying for-ruined life, her shattered faith, her shamed reputation? The young woman's head spun dizzyingly around and around as she felt hands slide under her arms and drag her off into one of the rooms.
"Inside, bitch."
They threw her to the floor, slamming the door loudly behind her and bolting it shut. Sister Theresa lay sobbing on the floor for what seemed like hours. Soon the cold damp began to make her bones ache and she pulled herself up from the floor, hugging her torn, dirty garments around her for warmth. In the background she could hear screams from the other nuns. At times the shrieks turned into sobs of torment. What were the men doing to them-raping them, torturing them the same way they tortured her? From the sounds of those young women the results were quite different from hers.
More time passed. Sister Theresa looked around the tiny cubicle. In the dim light she made out hooks and what appeared to be rings and manacles attached to the cement block walls. Some of the instruments appeared to be holdovers from the days when this was a slaughter house or whatever it was. Others looked as if they'd been installed much later.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of boots coming her way. The nun stiffened, drawing back from the door.
"Your sisters aren't as cooperative," Rico said, standing tall in the doorway. He wiped some blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. "She scratches, but finally couldn't stop me from fucking her."
Who? Mother Superior, Sister Mary Dominic, Sister Frederika? She pictured the young nuns now stripped naked, sprawled in one of these cells, their bodies violated unwillingly. But they weren't like her. None of them could have felt the powerful unholy passions that surged through her body when Rico first drove his dick into her and ripped away her cherry. They were now sobbing over their lost innocence. But they would remain strong in their faith because they had resisted the Talbo brothers' force. In spite of the rape, they were still unsullied brides of Christ. But she was nothing but a street slut!
"Tired?"
Sister Theresa turned her head away. She didn't even want to speak to him.
"Sal, got Champ ready?"
"Yeah, all hot and ready to trot," the fat Tolbo brother said, peering into the cell around his taller brother's arm and grinning at the young nun. Sister Theresa stepped back, feeling the wall pressing against her back and buttocks. The way they were grinning at her made her feel unwashed.
"Get out here, bitch, we're not finished with you yet," Rico barked savagely.
The tone of his voice nearly made Sister Theresa faint with fear. She mustered what courage she had and walked through the doorway. There was no sense in resisting these men. That would bring on only more pain, more humiliation.
Sister Theresa stepped into the brighter light. She could hear half-strangled sobs coming out from several cubicles away from her.
"They were tighter than you, but not as good," Franko said, dropping one hand and rubbing his groin. Sister Theresa looked down and saw several dark wet splotches on his pants. Her suspicions were now confirmed. "You're one hell of a fuck. I gotta try 'er," Franko said thickly.
"After this," Rico said, holding out one hand to keep his brother back. "Okay, one last chance. You gonna talk?"
The package again. He really believed she was holding out on him!
"Oh, there isn't any package. Oh, what's the use," Sister Theresa groaned, hanging her head and fighting back a scream tearing at her throat. She could have killed Rico and his brothers at that point. The nun had an idea the package of heroin was quickly taking a back seat to their sexual entertainment.
"God have mercy on us all," Sister Frederika cried out between her sobs.
"Amen," Sister Mary Dominic and Mother Superior chanted together in soft voices.
"Yeah, God have mercy on us when this one gets hot! Fuck, she'd fry our dicks off with her pussy," Rico said, stretching out one arm and chucking her under the chin.
"Come on, let's get on with the dog and pony show," Sal said anxiously, rubbing his crotch and staring hotly at Sister Theresa.
"Yeah, keep on them clothes baby. It's a real turn on to see a nun fucked by a dog," Franko added.
Sister Theresa's eyes opened. She turned to Rico who stood with his hairy arms crossed over his chest, Surely they were mistaken! Surely she'd heard them wrong!
"We ain't done this for a while. Ain't had too many cunts up here since we got goin' again in pushin'. But we still kept the mutt around for protection and all that kinda shit."
Sister Theresa drew her hands over her tits, clutching at the ribbons of material, all that was left of her blouse. She stared at the brothers, seeing all of them grinning like children at her. At first she thought this was some terrible joke. Then the woman realized they weren't alone. Dropping her eyes she saw a shape to the right of Franko's left leg. It moved closer. Edging back, the young nun realized it was a fully grown male Doberman. "What
"What do you think?" Rico answered back, his smile growing sinister.
Sister Theresa shook her head slowly from side to side, her mind growing light with terror and revulsion. They were going to make her do something with that growling animal! She jerked her head to one side, desperately looking for somewhere to hide. Where could she go? Nowhere. Trapped!
"Come on, baby, come on and pet ol' Champ. Why don'tcha pet 'im on the dick and he'll really like you?"
Those words drove the nun over the edge. Letting out a scream she turned and ran, her arms flailing out in front of her. She didn't know where she was going. All Sister Theresa knew was she had to get away from those terrible men and what they were going to do to her.
"Sister!"
It was Mother Superior, her gown ripped from her body, supporting herself on the doorway moulding. She stretched out a hand, motioning with her fingers to come inside.
"We'll lock the door," the older woman said briskly as Sister Theresa turned and stumbled toward the head nun.
"No you won't," Rico retorted, grabbing Sister Theresa by the the left arm and yanking back so hard the young woman thought he'd pull her shoulder socket apart. She screamed with pain, her knees buckling. She fell to the floor, inches away from the helping fingers of Mother Superior. "And you get back into the cell, you old bitch!" Rico snapped, shoving the elder nun roughly with his free hand.
Sister Theresa heard Mother Superior scream and fall backward, striking some furniture just as Rico slammed the door shut.
"I like some action before a hot fuck," the oldest Talbo brother said, dragging the shrieking nun back to the Doberman.
"No, no, I won't, I'll kill myself first!" she screamed, clawing at Rico's arms, trying to twist her lithe body around and kick him. The other two brothers got into the act. She felt hands pawing her, playing with her tits, slapping her butt, snaking under her long wool skirt. She snapped her knees shut when Franko pinched her outer cunt lips, kicking out at the young man while curling her fingers and drawing her nails across Sal's chubby face.
"OWWWWW!" the fat man screamed, stumbling back while holding one hand over the injured cheek.
"She's a scrapper all right," Rico said, laughing at his youngest brother's plight. "Okay, we had enough fun with the bitch. Let's give oV Champ some breathin' space," Rico said, holding out his arms and motioning his brothers back.
Sister Theresa lay on the floor, her legs pressed tightly together and bent slightly at the knees while she stared at the approaching animal. Her heart felt as if it were going to tear through her rib cage. She didn't dare make a move. Maybe if she were quiet he'd just get bored with her and go away. Her ordeal wouldn't be over. But anything, anything would be better than what the Tolbo brothers were proposing.
She shivered as the big black Doberman's ears pricked forward. He stopped several feet in front of her, his black moist nostrils quivering as he sniffed the air between them. Could he smell anything? Could he smell the juices that still coated her pussy?
She groaned inwardly as a light shudder passed through Champ's body. His slick black coat of fur seemed to bristle while his eyes glittered with excitement. He caught something, caught her scent of arousal! The young nun held her breath, watching in horror as the Doberman began to stalk her. He walked around her still body, his eyes never leaving her. His stubby tail wagged at times, then stood still as he stopped and sniffed the air again. And all the time Sister Theresa heard the growl, growing stronger as the seconds ticked by.
He stopped in front of her, his forelegs braced apart, his dark pink tongue hanging from one corner of his mouth. She shivered as the growl seemed to intensify. His black rubbery lips quivered then pulled back, revealing a double set of crisscrossed fangs.
"Oh!" she cried, putting one hand to her mouth and drawing back. The men stood behind Champ. Rico's face was especially amused as he watched his pet moving in on the terrified nun.
"No, oh God in heaven, don't let this happen to your servant," Sister Theresa whispered hoarsely, rolling her blue eyes up to the ceiling.
Her attention was brought back to reality as the dog barked savagely, dropping his head and moving up another few inches.
"Go for it, Champ," Rico yelled.
Sister Theresa trembled. Her flesh crawled as the dog moved closer, that throaty growl becoming more insistent and threatening. She could feel his breath against her calves now. Shaking, the young nun pulled her legs away. Oh, if only she could faint, black out before the animal had his way with her.
"NOOO!"
Sister Theresa jerked both arms out and pushed Champ back as he lunged forward. The touch of her fingers against his warm coat of fur made her shudder. The girl scooted back on her ass, crawling along the wall, keeping her eyes riveted on the approaching animal.
"Oh God, God," she whimpered, tears falling from her eyes. Why had her God abandoned her? Why had he let her suffer like this at the hands of these animals? Was there a God after all? Were the heretics right in saying people like her were only wasting their lives in serving a nonexistent diety?
"Go for it!"
There was a sudden hot wash of a tongue over one leg. She jerked back as if someone had touched her with a branding iron.
"OHHHHH!"
It had begun. The woman screamed, rolling over and scrambling away from the tracking animal on all fours. She felt her tits hanging down from her upper chest, nearly touching the floor as she ran in all directions.
"Stop this!"
But the big Doberman could understand only his growing desire to nail the screaming woman in front of him. He braced his paws on the cement floor, dropping his head again and lunging for the nun. Sister Theresa slipped and fell on one side.
Champ was on her in a flash, his strong legs sliding against the insides of her thighs. Sister Theresa reached down and beat her arms wildly at the dog. What was he going to do? She felt his breath more intensely now on her flesh. Screaming with revulsion and horror the young nun kicked back at the growling Doberman.
"OHHHHHH!"
The snapping of his teeth resounded through the basement like a gunshot. The woman stopped her gyrations and stared wildly at the dog. He would kill her, tear out her throat if she tried to fight him off. Sister Theresa could see that in his slitted eyes. He looked like a wolf protecting its catch for the night. Twice the nun tried to slide away, reach down and push her skirt below her knees. But the dog snapped at her hands. Giving up, Sister Theresa left herself in God's and the animal's hands.
"No, NO!"
Barking in triumph, Champ lowered his head and shoved his pointed snout under her skirt. Heaving his head about the young male animal managed to shove her skirt high above her waist, exposing her narrow hips and bushy blonde cuntal thicket. His eyes seemed to glow with sexual light as he stared at her pussy mound, then moved in for the kill.
"OHHHHH!"
His tongue divided her still-swollen cunt. The sensation of that hot wet tongue inside her was terrifying. Sister Theresa jerked her head back, stiffening as the big Doberman kept on caressing her with his muzzle. A dog was eating her cunt! A dog! And what made it worse was that with each passing second his sloppy mouth was bringing back the exciting heat she'd felt earlier with Rico. That tongue was so hot, so silky and smooth against her cunt lips. "NO!"
She had to come to her senses. Perhaps she could do nothing to push the animal away. But at least she could resist her own feelings. How could she ever face herself again if she were to let Champ eat her out this way?
Somehow Sister Theresa pushed Champ back again without him trying to snap her hand off. She was on her hands and knees, crawling on the floor, whimpering through her flared nostrils. How her chest burned with excitement. No, no, this was wrong, all wrong! The girl reached around and tried to push the dog away. But Champ moved from side to side, barking playfully, his long knobby prong bobbing around.
The Doberman jumped. She felt his strong forelegs hitting her lower back. His nails scratched her sensitive white flesh. He was going to mount her, fuck her!
"NO!"
The girl grew desperate, dropping to the floor and rolling onto her back. Champ fell off, turned around several times and barked playfully. He was enjoying this game, toying with the girl before he got down to business.
Next she realized he was pumping against her ass. There was something hot and slick and sharp gouging at her cuntal mouth. Sister Theresa didn't have to think twice to realize what was going on.
The horror of what had almost happened brought her staggering to her feet. "No, oh God, no!"
She stumbled forward, crashing against a chair and falling back to the floor. The dog followed, nipping at her heels. He was trying to catch an ankle and bring her down. Her own faltering steps had accomplished that. With a howl Sister Theresa realized she'd lost. Champ was swarming around her flailing legs. All was over. She was going to get fucked by a dog.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"OHHHHNOOOOO!"
Champ growled and tossed his head, lowering it quickly and pushing forward. There was a sudden penetration of her cunt that brought a fiery shiver over her skin. Again the nun tried climbing higher, slipped, then fell to the floor. The chair she'd braced herself against slipped and crashed down, sliding violently to the other end of the basement room.
"No," she cried. Sister Theresa choked and tried to get air back into her lungs. Champ was making strange noises as he plowed her cunt lips open and lapped on the juice flowing out again. This was crazy, insane! What could she possibly be thinking of to let this dog take advantage of her? And yet, as awful and crazy as this all was, it felt so good! How could anything like this have happened? It was almost as if she were having a bad dream. But no, this was too sharp a tickle for that. Everything that had happened to her in the past few hours seemed dream-like. But when her pussy tightened, buckled and exploded in sexual release, reality crashed down on her.
Gingerly the nun stretched a shaky hand out and touched his pointed ears. They were so perky and furry. Glancing down, she saw his sharp black muzzle and opened mouth. How his white, wet fangs contrasted with the deep red color of her swollen pubes! Sister Theresa sucked in a ragged breath, watching his tongue slip out from between his teeth and caress her swampy cuntal membranes. She was finally getting her breath back when the dog touched a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy and made her gasp.
"OHHHHHHH!"
Her voice was hoarse and thick. Closing her thighs, Sister Theresa made one last futile attempt to get away. The dog clamped his paws between her thighs, growling and closing his jaws on her tender flesh. She felt his fangs going deeper as he rolled his dark-brown eyes up and watched her reaction. This sudden show of intelligence made Sister Theresa dizzy with fright and surprise. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted. There was no accident any longer. He wasn't an animal following blind instinct. He was planning this as carefully as his master planned her humiliation. Champ knew what he wanted and was using his weapons to make her give in. "Ohhhhhh!"
When the pain in her thigh became sharp the girl finally opened her body to him again. What could she do? He'd bite down until he drew blood if he had to in order to make her obey. Obey! That was a joke! What a reversal! A dog was making a human obey!
"GOD!"
"Man, she's so fuckin' noisy!" Franko said, clamping both hands over his ears playfully.
"She thinks God's gonna help her out," Sal said, his eyes glittering with excitement at the sight of the nun subdued by the Doberman.
Rico said nothing, his face bloated with lust as he watched Sister Theresa turn from reluctant victim to active participant in this sick act of sexual subjugation. Her woolen skirt was a thick rope around her waist while her blouse hung open in front. She was lustily thrashing around on the floor, a disgrace to her faith and her God. Yes, he'd changed her, turned her from an obedient nun to a howling slut whose only thoughts were focused on cocks! It was an accomplishment Rico was proud of. With a laugh he pulled down his zipper and slipped out his dick, jerking off while watching his pet lick off the nun.
Champ's sloppy licking was driving Sister Theresa to the brink of insanity. The rough wetness of the stubby fur on his nose made her let out excited little grunts. It was exciting her clit. His lapping was so uncontrolled, so wild that he touched her throbbing clit often. When that happened the nun jerked crazily on the floor, her ass slapping against the wet cement while her fingernails clawed the smooth concrete. His tongue drove around and around the wet flesh at the base of her clit now, making the girl lose all control. With a moan of defeat Sister Theresa fell on her back, her arms and legs spread out as if she'd been crucified. Champ moved up and rested on his belly between her knees and began to eat hungrily.
The smacking sounds of his tongue snaking into her cunt filled the room. Sister Theresa moaned, rolling her head from side to side while rubbing the backs of her legs against the concrete floor. She stared up at the filthy ceiling, all hope of shoving the dog from her gone.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," Sister Theresa groaned, inching her knees up from the floor, feeling her cunt lips unsticking and peeling back as her legs spread farther apart. She was opening herself up to the animal, giving him more of her tumid cuntmeat to lick. The young nun had surrendered unconditionally to the devil inside her. She was listening to the voice from hell, letting a dog administer to her sexual needs while renouncing heaven. Yes, yes, she didn't care any longer. All that mattered was fucking. All she cared about in the world was fucking.
The sounds of Champ's mouth sucking on her steamy cunt were growing louder. Sister Theresa realized she was digging her nails into her ass, moving her butt from side to side, wagging it as if it were a tail. The Doberman was becoming wilder by the moment. Without any warning he started licking her belly, moving up to her swollen tits and sanding his tongue over her nipples. Why was she letting him do this? Didn't morality have any play in this?
"Oh, nooooo!"
Why couldn't she bring herself to jump up and run away?
"Oh can't, can't," she whispered, falling back to the floor after several attempts to rise. She raised her eyelashes as the big dog lapped at her tits again. Sister Theresa pushed her knees together and squeezed her buttocks, rocking her body back and forth. Yes, oh how wonderful it felt to have her cuntal walls rubbing together. It reminded her of the time when she was masturbating in the bathroom. Oh, how long ago that seemed! How much she'd done since that!
Champ was at her feet now, licking her toes and ankles. Then he was licking her knees and thighs again and finally her' naked pussy. Yes, yes, she was going to let him do whatever he wanted to her. She couldn't fight the feeling tearing at her cunt. The young nun was surrendering to him all of her pussy-every hidden hollow, every fold that glistened with her juices.
"OHHHHHHH!"
When she thrashed like a wild woman Champ backed off, fearing she was going to come before he had his way with her. Sister Theresa spasmed and rocked from side to side in a fever that hurt as much as it pleased. The animal gouged and lapped, driving his nose into her cuntal mouth. The nun curled into a fetal position, then straightened out, stretching out both arms and holding on tightly to the dog's furry back. She scratched him hard, digging her fingernails into his coat. Ohhh, she was close, oh so close to coming!
"Man, she's comin' hard," Sal said breathlessly, working his fingers up and down his crotch.
"Naw, she's not comin', " Rico countered, an expert now in Sister Theresa's sexual habits. "You'll know when she makes it. This fuckin' room's gonna come down around her ears."
He was right. The young nun relaxed, sucking in lungfuls of air as the dog kept on lapping at her pussy. No, she hadn't reached orgasm. It was just a series of powerful pre-orgasmic spasms tearing through her cunt. Rico was right. He'd fucked her often enough, played with her, tortured her, to know when she was teetering on the brink of orgasm.
"Mmmmmmm!"
The young nun was covered with sweat. She turned around and peered heavy-lidded in front of her. She saw Mother Superior had opened the door and was staring in horror at what was happening in front of her. Several times she saw the woman crossing herself, her head shaking with horror. But still she looked on, her eyes wide while her mouth opened.
"Ohhhh I'm sorry, sorry," the young nun panted, closing her eyes. She felt pangs of guilt assail her now. How could she be doing this terrible thing? Once more Sister Theresa thought of her church and her faith.
"Nooooooo!"
Desperately the nun tried to fight her way through the fog of sensuality that had settled over her mind. But it was far too late. She was floating around in a dream-like state of sexual excitement. Nothing could pull her out of it. She had to reach orgasm, come with the dog's tongue scraping around inside her pussy before rationality returned.
Sister Theresa found herself panting just as hard as the dog now. The big dog was working lower on her pussy, tickling the bottom junction of her swollen cunt lips with the tip of his tongue. The nun moaned, tilting her pussy mound down, wanting him to touch her clit again. Yes, she needed stimulation, needed that hot wet touch to bring herself off. She wanted release from the throbbing, aching pressure building in her pussy. "WAWWWHHHH!"
Sister Theresa's face was red and pinched. Champ was going crazy, shoving his snout into her cunthole, sniffing and panting in the soaked flesh. The nun kicked one leg out as the tense thrills built.
"Man, she's gonna make it soon," Rico said softly, his fingers moving around his cockhead.
Sister Theresa babbled with excitement, her hands now wrapped around Champ's head. She was holding him down so that he lapped his tongue over and over again against her velvet fuck slit. She watched the dog lapping at her cunt. How his tongue curled around her clit, pushing it down at times, making it twitch with wild excitement. The girl shivered, feeling her flesh catch fire then chill each time he touched a sensitive spot.
"AAAAHHHGHH!"
Sister Theresa stared at her cunt-hairs clinging together in wet fringes along the edges of her pubes. She watched as the tendons in her inner thighs bulged out whenever the dog slurped upward through the length of her cuntal cleft.
UO
"Yes, oh God, yes-yessssss!"
Champ closed his sharp fangs down again on the ridged muscles. The nun writhed in a fury of wonderful sexual sensations. She shoved her cuntal mound up after falling back on her ass, whimpering for the dog to eat her out again.
The animal complied. The friction was building quickly in her snatch. She was teetering on the brink of orgasm again. So many climaxes in such a short period of time. Sister Theresa instinctively knew she should be exhausted by now. But some hellish power was giving her strength for these incredible bouts of sexual perversion. Whenever she thought she couldn't go another step farther some new power entered her body and gave her the needed strength and will.
Sister Theresa whipped her legs against the floor, hugging the animal's body with her knees. He was bringing her up to the final throbbing hurt. It was a wild pain so keen that pleasure bubbled up from it as her hot juices boiled out of her cuntal slit. It was wetting down the big animal's furry muzzle.
And still the nun squirmed all over the floor, feeling her buttocks sliding on the cunt juice seeping from her pussy. She could hear the slick sounds of his mouth on her cunt. It sucked and clicked with each writhing movement she made.
"AIYYYYEEEEE!"
The nun couldn't keep her orgasm away another second. She couldn't stop moving. Her shivering ill moans, her wild squirming set the dog off into a wilder fury. He made strange grunting sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a kind of growling and whining noise that made her open her knees even wider. As her orgasm reached its peak the dog opened his powerful jaws and took her cuntal mound between his fangs. He clamped down lightly, shaking the furry hot mound lightly between his teeth. He shook gently from side to side, his fangs pressing maddeningly against her flesh. At the same time the Doberman slid his tongue back and forth, piercing her fuck-hole again.
"Come, come, come," Sister Theresa moaned, humping her crotch against the animal's muzzle. She squirmed on the floor, her knees snapping together, then slowly falling apart as the killing chilly heat flashed through her pussy. While his tongue swathed the delirious pleasure from her body the young nun let out keening whimpers from her tightened throat. Yes, yes, she was coming. It was achingly slow, enough to drive her insane!
"NOOOO!"
Her pussy began buckling, the walls snapping shut on the dog's probing tongue. Champ knew what was happening and started lapping more furiously against her pussy. Sister Theresa scissored her legs around the Doberman's thick furry neck and hunched wildly against his mouth. Ohhh, how she wanted to have something hot, stiff and thick in her pussy! If only she could have the sensation of something inside her cunt, something pushing apart those moving slick walls!
"God have mercy on you, Sister Theresa," Mother Superior whispered, crossing herself, turning and staggering back into her cell.
"Move it baby, come on, show ol' Champ how much spunk you got," Rico taunted.
The nun screamed, cried and sobbed as her orgasm washed over her pussy. The dog was howling, his narrow hips trembling. She felt something hot spattering against one hand. He was coming, shooting off his doggie jizz against her body! The young woman made a face, tearing free of the animal's grip and crawling away as the dog moaned and howled. That sensation of his spunk splashing against her flesh snapped her back to reality. What awful thing had she done in front of these men?
Gagging, holding her hands over her mouth to keep from vomiting, Sister Theresa managed to muster enough strength to wriggle away from the animal. Turning around she saw Champ prancing back and forth, his head jerking from side to side while gouts of white cum shot in a steady stream from his boner.
"Noooooo ... oh God, no!"
She found herself on the other side of the basement when her mind cleared fully. She breathed in huge lungfuls of air and stared at the men opposite her. The animal's warm doggie spunk dribbled down her legs and right arm. The poor thing hadn't meant anything wrong. It was just wonderful pleasure to him. How was he to know she was being abused by these men.
"I can't go on like this, I just can't," Sister Theresa sobbed, covering her face with her hands. Mother Superior had seen her in the throes of her perverted state of ecstasy.
"Need a drink, baby? Lots of times women need a drink or a cig after fuckin', " Rico said, turning around and winking at his brothers.
Sal and Franko looked puzzled for a moment. Then smiles crossed their thin lips and they pushed themselves away from the wall. Sister Theresa leaned heavily against an overturned box, rubbing her fingertips over her burning forehead. What had she done? What terrible thing had she let herself succumb to?
At that point the young nun looked up and saw all three Tolbo brothers standing around her in a small semicircle. They held their cocks in their hands, pointing the fat dickheads at her face. She flinched backward, her mouth opened in surprise.
Rico laughed then pushed his hips forward. Several yellowish droplets oozed from his piss-slit, becoming a steady burning stream in a second. Sal and Franko quickly followed, directing their urine at the screaming nun's face.
This was too much! Sister Theresa gathered her skirt about her knees and tried to stand up. But her feet slipped on the piss-slicked floor. She fell hard on her ass as the men laughed again. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Hot jets of urine spattered on her tits, spraying up onto her chin and lips. The girl cried out, raising both hands and covering her face.
"Take 'em down or I'll kick 'em down," Rico growled, raising one booted foot threateningly while still training his piss on her face.
Sister Theresa shivered and did as she was told. Closing her eyes the young nun endured this latest sickening horror. She felt the greasy yellowish streams fouling her body, the stench making her belly turn over. The piss flowed in a broad river down from her throat over her tits, several droplets clinging to her nipples before falling off and gathering in pools around her navel.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Rico started pissing anew, now directing his urine on her lips. The girl clamped them tightly together, refusing to open her mouth and drink the foul liquid as she knew he wanted her to.
"Open up, damn it!"
Sister Theresa shook her head back and forth. Rico smiled at her defiance, then jerked one foot forward rapidly. The toe of his boot caught her unexpectedly in the belly. With a shout the girl fell backward, her mouth opened as she tried to suck in air. Rico directed his piss between her parted lips, laughing as she coughed and gagged, spitting out the yellow liquid while holding her throat. "OHhhhhhh!"
Finally the streams stopped. She lay on the floor, her torn clothes stinking of their piss. She had reached bottom. Sister Theresa could cry no more. Surely she was in hell now, paying for the sins of lust she'd enjoyed only a few hours earlier.
CHAPTER NINE
"You've been fucked 'til you can't walk. Even the mutt's had his chance with you. You still holdin' out on me?" Rico asked, glancing a little nervously down at his wristwatch. It was getting late. He was supposed to make delivery in two hours. Looking back down at Sister Theresa he felt a mixture of anger and lust. In spite of the paces he'd put her through, the young woman still looked attractive. After pissing on her the men stripped her filthy clothes from her body and dragged her upstairs for a shower. The young nun screamed as the ice cold water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat and cum and pussy juice that made her stink like an old whore.
"Why don't you believe me?" she said slowly, holding the woolen blanket they'd given her tightly around her tits. "I don't know about any package. I don't know about the heroin you've got inside it. Why don't you just give it up anyway?"
Rico laughed softly, rubbing his fingers together thoughtfully.
"Can't. Just can't, lady. Got too much tied up in the operation. And if I don't find that package soon, well..." His voice dropped as his eyes glazed over. Sister Theresa shuddered. She had an idea of what awaited him and his brothers if they didn't come through with the delivery. For the first time in a long time the nun felt something like compassion for her tormentors.
"Try. Our Lord says..."
"Cut that crap!" Rico snapped, impatiently waving her away with the sweep of one hand and standing up. "I don't know what the fuck can knock some sense into you. I'll bet you think you're like one of those Goddamned martyrs. Most of you nuns are, hopin' you can die for God or something weird like that. Well, fuck you, lady!" he cried, bending down and nearly spitting in her face. Sister Theresa inched back, her eyes widening.
"Hey, what's goin' on down there?"
Sal and Franko clattered down the wooden stairs. Both had been on the first floor getting more beer from the refrigerator. Behind Sister Theresa, they could hear the muted wailing of the three other nuns.
"Nothin'. That's the problem," he said, his eyes narrowing.
"Maybe she needs somethin' to shake up her memory. It's gettin' late," Franko said meaningfully.
Sister Theresa looked up and saw Sal shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. Something clicked in her mind. She'd thought all through this ordeal the fat Tolbo brother acted oddly. He took part in her humiliation. But he was holding back, watching his two brothers carefully as if he knew something they didn't and didn't want them to find out. She'd thought once before he might be holding out on them. Now Sister Theresa was almost certain of it. But how could she prove it?
Rico paced back and forth. He sucked in his lips as if searching for some ideas, then stood in front of the trembling nun. He rocked back and forth on his feet while staring down at her.
"I'm not sure this one knows anything about the heroin," he said, his eyes shifting for a moment to the right. Sister Theresa noticed Sal seemed paler than he did a few moments earlier. In spite of her desire to be compassionate to all, the nun couldn't help but feel a thrill of triumph in watching the fat Tolbo brother squirm.
"You sure? Man, then what . . .?" Franko began.
"Then if she ain't got it, we been double-crossed," Rico interrupted, stopping his back and forth rocking and turning around. He stared first at Franko, then at Sal.
"By who?"
"I don't know yet," he said quietly, still staring at his fat brother.
"Then let us go," Sister Theresa said, feeling the first hope spring in her breast.
"I said I'm not sure," Rico said, turning his attention back to the young nun. "But that don't mean we can't have a little fun with the bitch. She's lookin' forward to it, ain'tcha," he said, his voice thickening at the end as he bent down and started fingering the woolen blanket.
Sister Theresa shivered, pulling away from the young hood. Now there was hope the four of them would be released unharmed, the terrible guilt that she'd kept pent up started to creep over her mind. Pictures of what she'd done flashed in front of her. The nun closed her eyes and moaned softly. Mother Superior had witnessed her foulest disgrace, letting that animal lick her into an orgasm. How could she face the older woman, face her other sisters when this was over? They would strip away her vows, shrink away from her as they opened the door of the Church and forced her back out into the street where she belonged!
Rico nudged her with the toe of his boot. Sister Theresa squealed, scooting back more. Were they going to tie her up and beat her once more with riding crops and belts? Was he going to burn her again? The burns still stung from all that horror of several hours before.
"You're gonna remember us for a long, long time," Rico said, pulling the blanket off her with a sharp tug. The girl fell forward, caught herself and rolled back, covering her exposed naked tits and cunt with her hands. A cold rush of air made her flesh shiver and pucker up into goose pimples. She felt those awful eyes of the Tolbos examining her again.
"Don't!" she cried sharply.
"Get the rope," Rico said, turning his head around and talking to Sal. "And you, get that two-by-four over there." He pointed to a stake resting some ten feet away from Sister Theresa.
The brothers did as they were told, handing the materials to Rico who in turn instructed Sister Theresa to bend down and place her wrists against her ankles.
The young nun got up, then backed away, her eyes racing around the room as she desperately searched for something to grab. She was going to fight. She didn't care if her faith told her to submit meekly. Her faith hadn't done a thing to help her through this ordeal. God hadn't come down with his army of angels and prevented Rico and his brothers from torturing her, humiliating her, making her see the terrible dark side of her sexuality. Why should she follow the precepts of her faith any longer?
But there was nothing around to fight back with. AH she had was the hate that had quickly replaced the compassion she'd felt minutes earlier. Rico and his horrible brothers weren't going to leave them alone for some time. They were enjoying her torment, concern for the heroin package fading into the background at least temporarily.
"Bend down!"
Rico's eyes glittered with excitement again when he realized Sister Theresa was defying him. This was what he wanted. He hated weak things ... weak people, machines, ideas. When this nun stood up to him and fought back the young man could feel his dick stiffening in his pants as if she'd planted a lover's kiss on his dick.
"I won't," she spat back.
"Little slut," he said, a smile crossing his thin lips.
Rico jerked out one hand and grabbed her hair, filling his palm with her blonde strands. He jerked her close to him, breathing in the nun's face. She winced, smelling the foul odor of stale beer.
"Wanna play games, eh?" he asked, stepping on her toes with his thick-soled boots, nearly crushing the bones while tugging harder at her hair. Sister Theresa bit her lips until she could taste blood. God forgive her, but she was starting to get hot all over again. She was having a man, a real man, telling her what to do, abusing her, crushing her down in the dirt where she belonged. It was what turned her on, what made her cunt hot as an oven!
"No, just leave me alone!"
Rico laughed in her face, then curled the fingers of his free hand into a fist and punched her moderately in the belly.
Sister Theresa's eyes bugged out while a whoosh of breath escaped from her opened mouth. Surprise and pain registered in her eyes as the young nun's knees buckled. She fell to the floor, hands pressed to her injured belly while Rico still held tightly onto her hair. The oldest Tolbo gave her time to recover before snapping her face hard against the side of his boot. She cried out, her teeth cutting the inside of her upper lip. She tasted blood once more. Yes, this was more self punishment, punishment for the terrible pleasure she was feeling coursing through her pussy. God forgive her, she was unfit for any human company except for people like the Tolbos!
Rico dragged her halfway across the floor, dropping her almost in front of Mother Superior's cell.
"Open the fuckin' doors and let those bitches outta there. I want them to see this."
Franko and Sal did as they were told, fishing out the keys from their pockets and opening the small cubicles. Sister Frederika and Sister Mary Dominic came out cautiously, hugging one another and staring terrified at the two men towering over them. Mother Superior walked out stiffly, still wearing the tattered clothes she wore when they first brought her there. Franko had tried to rape her, lost interest and satisfied himself with simply humiliating the older nun by jacking off in her face after beating her savagely.
"Stop 'em there," Rico said. Mother Superior let out a gasp while the two young nuns screamed. They watched in mute horror as Rico finished his game with Sister Theresa. He jerked up her hair again, making the young nun scream and jerk her hands up to her scalp. She clawed savagely at the young man's wrists, her tits jiggling up and down while her legs kicked out in front of her. Her face turned red and pinched with agony while tears rolled down her cheeks. Rico jerked her to the left, then pulled her to the right, manipulating her like a puppet.
"Christ, she sounds like a fuckin' air-raid siren," Franko cried, putting his hands over his ears and making a face.
"Let her go!" Mother Superior said, her face turning gray. She made the sign of the cross and pushed her fingers together, moving her lips in silent prayer.
"No, oh God, leave her alone!" the two young nuns wailed together.
But Rico had other plans. He dropped his hands away from her hair, letting the girl scramble away from him. She rubbed her injured scalp, sobbing hysterically, crawling over to the three nuns.
"NO!"
Rico blocked her way, pushing Sister Frederika and Sister Mary Dominic back so hard they nearly lost their balance.
"GOD!" the three cried together.
"No God here," Rico said.
Sister Theresa would have had to agree with him as she watched him stare at her with the fixed look of a hungry sewer rat. She trembled as he smiled more broadly at her. He was going out of control, letting himself be moved by the wild animal feelings running through his mind now. Sister Theresa scooted back, avoiding the three nuns until she felt a wall pressing against her back.
Rico stood in front of her now, his chest heaving up and down mightily as he raised one hand over his head. He was enjoying her growing terror greatly, watching her forehead crease, her eyes bug out while her nostrils flared. She was afraid. But her fear was tempered with the growing sexual heat in her pussy. Glancing at the bulge between his legs Sister Theresa knew he too felt the thrill of sadistic and masochistic sexuality.
"Yeah, baby, yeah," he muttered as if reading her mind.
"Please, don't do this to me. I can't take it. I really can't."
That was all Rico needed. He dropped his hand quickly, his palm cutting a broad arc in the air. The report of the slap mixed with her quavering scream. The three nuns screamed in unison, turning their heads away from the scene of frightful degradation in front of them.
"Come on," Rico said, twisting his head around and staring angrily at the nuns. "You're all gonna go through this if you don't watch."
"Yeah, come on sweet tits," Sal said thickly to Sister Mary Dominic. He ran his hands over her tits, now covered with her torn white blouse. The young nun groaned, turning away from the fat man and hugging Mother Superior. "You weren't like that when I fucked you in there."
"None of 'em are," Rico said, licking his chops like a hungry wolf.
The terror that had been with her since her abduction returned. She wiggled away from the young man, dirt invading her asscrack and her pussy. Rico advanced slowly, his boots clicking against the cracked cement basement floor. He was dragging out this scene for as long as he could. At times the young man reached down and rubbed his fingers over his groin. Then she saw more dark wet spots appear on his khaki trousers. It was an indication of just how hot the eldest Tolbo was.
"No!"
He kept snapping his fingers, his eyes dropping to her wet crotch, then moving up to her tits. What was he planning to do to her?
"This is real good," Rico whispered to himself, rubbing his crotch again.
Sister Theresa told herself she had to keep out of his reach. She couldn't think about what he was going to do to her. Just think for the moment, just keep out of his reach as he stalked her.
"Come here, baby, come here to Rico and I'll show your friends just how you perform."
Shame knifed through her as she glanced at the trembling, sobbing nuns.
"No ... no..." she whimpered, her cries growing louder as he came closer.
"You'll put on one hell of a show."
"No, please, Rico," she sobbed. "Oh please, don't do this."
She sidled backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that advancing muscular hulk. He suddenly snapped one arm forward, nearly grabbing her. Sister Theresa screamed, jerking away and twisting around until she found herself on all fours. She crawled like an animal, her tits hanging down and nearly touching the floor. The cold in the room bit at her nipples and made her flesh crinkle. She tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling face down on the floor. She tried to get back up. But Rico was on top of her in an instant. What made her think she could get away from him and his brothers anyway? It had been the desperate thoughts of a cornered animal, an animal about to be led to slaughter.
"You've finished the race," he said, his hands on his hips. "Now it's time for me."
"Oh no, no!"
He swung his open palm against her face. The force of the blow knocked her to one side. At the same time she felt her cuntal walls ripple against one another. Oh, she was growing so hot. She could feel the juice seeping from her slot and wetting down her inner thighs and buttcrack. Did the others see? Rico, she knew, could smell her. He was used to her sexual ways now, used to watching her twist and writhe with excitement as he lashed her with his hands or belt.
"Okay," he wheezed after several minutes of open-handed beating.
Sister Theresa pulled herself up, her hair curtaining her lust-bloated face.
"Up, up and bend over," he said, taking the two-by-four and holding it in both hands while catching his breath. Sweat trickled down his face and chest. He unbuttoned his flannel shirt.
Reluctantly, Sister Theresa did as she was told, spreading her legs widely apart while bending at the waist. She placed her wrists on top of her ankles. Rico placed the board over her hands while Franko picked up two medium lengths of half-inch line and secured the board, ankles and wrists together. In a few minutes the girl was hogtied, her ass rising high in the air. Several fine strands of pussy hair curled around toward her stretched-open ass-hole. Sister Theresa looked between her legs. Upside down, she saw the horrified faces of Sister Mary Dominic, Sister Frederika and Mother Superior.
Rico reached around and pulled out a tube of Vaseline, unzipping his trousers and pulling out his fat cock. The three nuns behind him screamed as they caught sight of the weapon. The young man grinned, opening the tube and squeezing the opaque gel on his dickhead. He dropped the tube, curling his fingers around his dick and greasing it down.
"Gonna fuck your friend here in the ass. Then we'll finish by givin' her a souvenir she ain't never gonna get rid of," Rico said, walking up to the doubled-over Sister Theresa and grabbing her by the hips.
The young nun heard him and tried to jerk away. But the board and ropes kept her still. His fingers caressed her white, smooth, rounded ass-cheeks while his dickhead rubbed her stretched buttcrack. The girl shuddered and begged him not to violate her that way. She'd die if he fucked her in the ass.
"Lots of broads dig gettin' rammed this way. They don't get pregnant."
Rico moved one hand down to his dickshaft and gripped it tightly, working the oozing cockhead back and forth, greasing down the pink wrinkled flesh surrounding her bunghole. Sister Theresa sucked in a deep breath, getting ready for this ultimate and latest degrading act.
CHAPTER TEN
"OHHHH!"
Sister Theresa thought her ass had been split apart. Rico had rubbed his dickhead over her puckered shitter lips, greasing down the entrance with his pre-cum. The nun cried out at his touch, squeezing her sphincter muscles shut.
"It's gonna be rougher on you if you tighten up," he said in a thick voice.
At the same time the young man jammed his right forefinger up her shit chute to the second joint, wiggling it like a snake back and forth. Sister Theresa's knees buckled while her face reddened with shame, fear and pain. She could feel his fingernail scraping the inside of her shitter while his thumb gently caressed the surrounding flesh. Odd hot and chilly feelings raced through her ass-hole, shooting down to her pussy and making her clit throb. Somehow what he was doing to her ass-hole was also affecting her cunt. He started finger-fucking her, sliding the digit in and out slowly, twisting it around while rubbing his cockshaft over her butt-cheeks. "Ohhh, uhhhh!"
Sister Theresa closed her eyes, trying not to show her rising excitement from this latest humiliation. Her tits jiggled back and forth while her hair swept over her ankles. She breathed with whistling sounds through her nostrils while trying to swallow the spit gathering in her mouth. At times she could see Sister Mary Dominic and Sister Frederika staring open-mouthed at her, their eyes registering the horror they felt. Mother Superior had her eyes still rolled up toward heaven, her lips moving ceaselessly in a silent prayer. That finger seemed to be sinking in farther while his thumb began to curl and scratch her silken white ass-cheek.
"Uh, OHHHHH!"
Another finger slipped in. Rico twisted the two around, opening her up while caressing her stretched, loosening sphincter. Sister Theresa felt blood rushing to her head.
"Like it, honey? Dig something like this in your ass-hole all the time?" Rico taunted. "Bet you never knew what a hot number you had living under the roof, huh?" he said, twisting his head around and sneering at the praying older nun. Mother Superior continued to ignore him, dropping to her knees now and refusing to stare at the horror in front of her.
Rico laughed at her, then turned back to the helpless nun doubled over in front of him. He fucked her faster and faster with those two fingers, finally slipping in a third when he saw her accepting the first two.
"AIYEEEE!"
Sister Theresa nearly fell forward again. Her arms jerked while her knees buckled once more. The young nun felt as if someone had slammed a sharp stake in her shitter. Her belly bucked, then turned over while her heart skipped a beat. She jerked her head from side to side, letting out a series of choked cries. This couldn't go on. She'd faint. The pain and pleasure were so mixed the woman couldn't separate them. The more agony he caused her, the more sexual excitement seemed to course through her pussy.
"Fuckin' good," Rico said, wiping the sweat trickling down his face.
"No more, no more," Sister Theresa panted, sucking in air through her mouth.
"You say that all the time, and all the time you can't get enough," Rico said, pulling out the three fingers suddenly with a pop.
The nun screamed, pitching backward. He caught her by the ass and slapped her buttocks several times with the flat of his hand, watching and grinning as her ass-cheeks jiggled with each blow.
"Now for the fun."
Rico grabbed his dickshaft and aimed the tip directly over her ass-hole. Sister Theresa knew what was going to happen and sucked in a deep breath and held it. She prayed to God to give her strength for this ordeal.
"AIYEEEE!"
Bright lights exploded in front of her. Sister Theresa could have sworn someone knifed her up the ass. Years later the tortured nun would still have a hard time believing it was simply Rico's nine-inch ass-hole-splitter that caused her so much pain. The big man behind her held on tightly, growling like an animal while twisting his hips and screwing his dick into her shitter.
"NOOOO!"
The nun didn't think she could stay conscious. The pain shot down the backs of her legs and into her belly. Every muscle in her body seemed to cramp.
"Tight, baby, tighter 'n your fuckin' pussy," Rico said, dropping one hand and sliding it around her hips. Sister Theresa shook her head, trying to free her mind of the bright flashing lights still exploding in front of her when she felt his fingers inching up to her pussy. "Oh, OHHHH!"
He was massaging her cunt, rubbing the furry pussy mound with his fingers while pressing his thumbnail against her clit. Miraculously the confused, screaming nun discovered she was starting to enjoy this. The bent-over position did nothing for her. But the ropes, the forced submission, her growing acceptance of his dick up her ass-hole coupled with his digital manipulations of her cunt was turning her on.
"Misericordia," Mother Superior chanted, opening her eyes and seeing the tell-tale flush on Sister Theresa's face. "You must fight the devil, fight Satan!" Mother Superior shouted, crossing herself. The other nuns followed suit.
"I ... can't, I can't!" Sister Theresa cried, turning away from the older nun. It was futile. All the prayers and exhortations in the world couldn't stop her feelings.
"Yeah, good and tight ass-hole," Rico grunted, his thin lips curling up into a smile of satisfaction.
Sister Theresa felt her insides churning. She could swear his dick was rearranging her insides, pushing her organs aside as it hammered again and again in her shitter. She was making strange strangled sounds as the fire in her pussy increased. Rico rubbed his fingers over and over her clit, pinching the tiny organ, rolling it like a pea until the young nun thought she was going to piss. Her knees banged together as she hunched back. The ropes dug cruelly into her ankles and wrists. But Sister Theresa didn't care. The added pain increased her excitement. Slowly her sphincter muscles were relaxing, putting up less and less resistance as his prick pistoned faster in her ass-hole.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she cried with each forward thrust. Her body shook with his fucking.
"Fight Satan," Mother Superior cried weakly, her eyes glazing over with tears as she saw Sister Theresa succumbing completely to her aching, throbbing pussy. Nothing could save the girl now. She was committed to her new life, a life of sexual depravity!
"Baby, gonna make it soon," Rico muttered between his clenched teeth.
"Oh, make me come, make me come," Sister Theresa begged shamelessly.
"Lost, lost," Mother Superior cried, covering her face with both hands and turning away.
"Hey, old bag, look!" Franko said, grabbing the old nun and twisting her around. He knocked her hands from her eyes and forced her to watch Sister Theresa's humiliating ass fuck.
"Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck!" the nun moaned, feeling her shitter catch fire. The stretched, violated muscles throbbed in sympathy with the pulsing muscles tensed around her cunt hole.
Rico held on tightly, arching his back and letting his head loll from side to side. His hip muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again as he drove his cock home. The room was filled with both their moans and the wet slick sounds of his dick reaming out her bunghole. He held on tightly to the nun's hips, his fingers slipping occasionally as more sweat coated her white flesh. She was growling now, breathing through her flared nostrils. Sister Theresa thought only of her burning clit and the fingers working over it. She was being split open, fucked in the ass by this big man in front of her wailing sisters. Confusing images and sensations whirled around in her mind as she rocketed up to climax.
"UnnnghhAHHIYEEE!"
She jerked her body as much as she could in the bonds. Her pussy walls spasmed then snapped together, sucking so hard at Rico's stabbing finger he thought they'd pull it out of joint.
"Ohhhhh yeah!"
The big stud felt his balls rise up and press up against his crotch. He felt the cum boiling out of his swinging nuts, spray through his ass-embedded cock and shoot out of his piss slit.
"Oh, oh, OHHH!"
Sister Theresa's eyes bugged out when she felt his cock jerking in her shitter. She felt his dickshaft sliding more easily in and out of her hole and realized he was coming. With another shout the young nun felt her clit throb. She had to suck in lungfuls of air to keep from passing out.
"Fuck, fuck," Rico moaned, closing his eyes and drinking in fully the sensation of shooting his wad in her ass. He flexed his hips, rocking back and forth and from side to side to increase the wet friction of his dick against her ass-hole lining.
Their mutual orgasm seemed to last for hours. When he was finally through the young man leaned forward, smoothing his fingers over Sister Theresa's naked thighs and pussy. The girl moaned, bending her knees and almost squatting on the floor.
"All the way over," Rico said, pulling his dick from her ass-hole with a squishy pop. Sister Theresa shuddered, feeling his hands on her lower back pushing her forward. "Come on baby, on the floor."
She screamed, losing her balance and toppling completely over. "Ohhhhhhhh!"
Franko caught her just before her forehead struck the cement floor.
"What are you going to do to me? Ohhhh, it hurts!"
She was in a grotesque position. Her ankles were still roped to her wrists while her face and shoulders rested on the floor. The unnatural position and binding made her back and shoulders ache while the two-by-four cut more intensely into her ankles.
"Come on, boy. Come on and fuck a nun," Rico said. "NOOO!"
Mother Superior's face went ashen while Sister Mary Dominic and Sister Frederika shouted, covering their faces with their hands in horror. The big Doberman had been resting in the corner, watching the goings-on with indifference. Now that his name was called and he saw Sister Theresa's ass rising high in the air, he pricked up his ears and rose, his stubby tail wagging.
"Have at it, boy. Good, hot cuntmeat," Rico said, rubbing his fingers over her pussylips.
The nun screamed again and again, dragging her knees over the floor before stopping, exhausted. It was futile! Behind her she could hear the pattering of the Doberman's paws as he trotted anxiously to her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Stop him, stop him!"
Sister Theresa struggled again with her ropes, tugging her hands until she thought she heard something pop in her shoulders. Oh, what was the use? With a groan of defeat, the nun relaxed. She felt the animal's hot breath against her buttocks as he smelled her. He was growling that smothered soft growl of excitement. Catching the scent of her pussy and Rico's cum still oozing out of her ass-hole, the big Doberman stepped back, his short fur bristling.
The Tolbo brothers watched with interest as the dog's cock slipped farther and farther from its sheath, the knobs and bumps becoming visible under the bright light.
"God in heaven, what are you doing to that child?" Mother Superior asked.
"Come on, lady, you ain't that stupid. You wanna be down there instead?" Rico asked.
The older nun shrank back, crossing herself, then looked with a mixture of horror and pity at the bound, stripped nun below her.
Sister Theresa rolled her ass from side to side, moaning, struggling with the ropes, feeling that awful two-by-four cutting deeper into her flesh. And there was that animal, moving up to her butt again, growing more excited with the passing time. He sniffed the air again, then pressed his cold black nose against her pussylips.
"UH!"
Sister Theresa let out a soft groan, closing her eyes and shivering with revulsion. It was starting all over again. This time all her sisters would be present for her humiliation. It would be a terrible show, one that would certainly drop the curtain on her career as a bride of Christ.
"Ohhhh!"
Champ's growling was interspersed with whimpering and whining as he twisted his head and began licking the trembling woman in front of him.
The young nun shook her head from side to side, fighting down that sensation of terrified excitement rising in her pussy again. Yes, it was happening once more. The humiliation, the degradation, the sensation of the dog's snout pressed against her pussy was turning her on. In spite of all the exhaustion and revulsion she now felt, the nun was still turning on to the Doberman sniffing her cunt.
"Oh no, NO!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, twisting her head away from the sight. Franko laughed, then grabbed the nun and dragged her up to Sister Theresa and the growling dog.
"You wanna touch 'im? You wanna feel his dick?" the young man asked, his eyes sparkling with sexual arousal.
Sister Mary Dominic's eyes widened while strangled groans of horror came from her throat. She shook her head from side to side, pulling back, wrenching free of the youngest Tolbo brother finally and rushing back into the arms of Mother Superior.
"How about you?" Sal asked, grabbing Sister Mary Dominic by one arm and pulling her from the side of the older nun.
The young brunette shrieked, throwing her arms up and dropping to her knees, babbling prayers so loudly Rico threatened to slap her across the face if she didn't shut up.
"Back here, Sister, back here," Mother Superior said calmly, shielding the two nuns from the men and Sister Theresa.
"They ain't no fun. This is the only one's got some spunk," Franko said as the Doberman lowered his head and started nuzzling her swampy pussy again.
"Ohhhhh!"
That terrible hot, chilly feeling rushed through her cunt once again, making her belly tighten, making her nipples stand up and grow stiff and dark red again. He was going to mount her this time. Something in the young nun's mind told her the dog was going to fuck her, driving that knobby boner all the way up her slit. A rush of horror was quickly followed by hot curiosity. Since there was nothing she could do to prevent this horror, she might as well sit back and enjoy it. At least such was the confused reasoning of this tortured young woman as Champ's growls became higher pitched.
"God help you, Sister Theresa," Mother Superior whispered as the girl rolled her ass slowly from side to side, rocking her body like a boat in a hurricane. She could feel him licking in and out of her hole. The Tolbos and the nuns watched as Champ's head was half hidden in her hairy snatch. He was licking her pussy-hairs until they became plastered down against her hot cunt flesh. The dog's tongue slid regularly in between her cunt lips now, peeling them back, gliding into her hole, caressing the puffy folds and hollows of her juicing cunt.
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
Sister Theresa thought she was going to die from those wonderful shooting feelings in her pussy. Doggie spit oozed down from her cunt, trickling to her knees. The young nun twice opened her mouth to cry out. But nothing came. It was as if her vocal cords were paralyzed. Every muscle in her body tensed and pulled as the big Doberman shoved his snout farther and deeper into her pussy.
"Oh-UHHHH!"
She jerked her thighs as much as she could. The ropes still held her firmly in that doubled-over position. But she was still able to rock her thighs from side to side, trying to get the dog to lick at her clit more consistently. All thoughts about the Church, about Mother Superior, evaporated. All she could think of now was the sensation of his hot, wet, pink tongue lapping regularly over her tiny clit.
"Oh yes, yes, fuck, fuck!"
Champ was playing with the woman now. There was none of the nervous hesitation of several hours ago. No, he was sure of himself, sure of the girl's eagerness for him to lap at her pussy. He growled with frustration at not being able to grab her cunt and shake it as he'd done before. But that was all right. He shoved deeper into her swampy cunt, slathering it down with so much spit the girl thought she was wading in it.
"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck, yesssss, fuck," shemoaned, wagging her ass as if it were a tail. Her toes fanned out while her ass bobbed and dipped to excite and encourage the animal further.
"Man, you think he's gonna mount her?" Franko asked. "Hey, ain't you watchin'? "
Rico had been staring at Sal, who was taunting Sister Mary Dominic, running his fat little hands up and down her back and trying to grab her ass. The young nun screamed and tried edging away from him. But he'd managed to corner her and was trying to rape her once more.
"Sal, quit it!"
Rico's eyes narrowed as Sal jerked around, saw the dark, angry look on his brother's face and backed off.
"Somethin' wrong?" Franko asked.
"Yeah, yeah, real wrong," Rico answered, moving his eyes away from Sal and turning his attention back to the moaning nun.
"No, oh God, it's not right," she moaned, feeling the last flash of conscience. Then another spasm tore through her cunt and all feelings of right and wrong disappeared. She cried out again, feeling his hot rough tongue sand across her pussy, cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. He was sticking his long snout farther up and down her flooded slit. She felt the short stubby hairs around the Doberman's nose brushing against her slick cuntal walls. His black nostrils were glistening with her juices and his spit. He rolled his tongue over and over her cunt, parting the hot cleft while bathing her clit again with spit.
"Oh God, you evil men!" Mother Superior moaned, clutching the two nuns tightly to her sides as Champ's dick slid completely from his sheath. He was backing away now, examining the girl.
"Please, please!" Sister Theresa cried, wishing the big dog's tongue could be back in her hole, curling around her clit, petting her pussy flesh. Ohhh, how hot and wild she felt! Her swollen cunt lips worked together, folding over one another and fluttering with excitement.
Then suddenly the girl was aware of scratching paws and a sudden weight on her back. He'd climbed onto her, holding her tightly around the upper chest with his forelegs while moving his hindquarters up behind her upper thighs. He was on top of her, about to fuck her! Sister Theresa could feel the Doberman's cock sliding over her buttocks, moving up into her asscrack, inching over to her pussy!
It was madness, insanity for this to happen! Women just didn't go around having this happen to them. Another flash of fear and shame poured through her reeling mind. She could feel the red tip of the animal's cock gouging along the seeping flesh of her pussy. It was sinking lower, lower, actually entering her tense, eager pussy mouth.
"OHHHH!"
Sister Theresa felt herself teetering on the edge of madness. There were limits the human mind could go to. After that, not even God could help. She sobbed in confusion as the Doberman's red dick slipped deeper into her cunt. With a wild bark, Champ lunged forward hard. "OHHH!"
The young nun felt it slip in, past her inner lips, slipping deep into her hole. She tensed, thrashed, burned with a desire for him to bury the full length in her.
"OH GOD!" Sister Mary Dominic cried, turning around and catching sight of the horror.
Now the dog's cock was sliding back, slipping toward her clit. Then he lunged forward again quickly into her pussy. Sister Theresa bit blood from her lip, whined like a puppy through her flared nostrils as the Doberman hugged her more tightly. Ohhh, how warm and ticklish his fur felt against her back! She was babbling, jerking her wrists and ankles until the pain from the restraining ropes made her quivering excitement rush along every nerve ending of her body. Her thighs were smeared with her own juices. The turbulent storm of her wild sexual ecstasy was turning Sister Theresa into the wild animal she'd been earlier with the animal and Rico.
"Oh God, come, come!"
The dog was wheezing, his narrow black hips moving up and down rapidly while the bumps and knobs on his prong tickled every square inch of her swampy fuck-hole. Sister Theresa was only a second away from complete madness. Her head jerked and snapped. Yes, yes, she was going to come, achieve orgasm with an animal's dick!
Then that second passed. She let loose with crazy, yelping fits as the final flames of orgasm swept over her. There was a core of white-hot joy consuming her pussy. Then the dog cut loose, dumping his load of jizz into her cunt.
" WawwwwAI YEEEE!"
All the nun knew was that waves of orgasm knocked the wind from her. She was trembling, shaking, bucking, pulling at those terrible ropes as spurt after spurt of doggie spunk blasted into her hole.
When it was over Champ slid off, leaving the nun exhausted and defeated.
"We ain't gonna do no more," Rico said. He sounded a little tired as he bent down and untied the knots.
"Oh, it hurts," the nun moaned, feeling the ropes loosen around her ankles and wrists.
"You, old lady, help 'er," Rico ordered.
Mother Superior and the others did as they were told, scooping Sister Theresa up in their arms. The nun groaned, hiding her face in the folds of the old nun's garment. She was confused, feeling faint, feeling as if she were going to die. Yes, that was it, die here and now in front of them all. It would be one way to escape the shameful horror awaiting her.
"What about the H?" Sal asked as Rico slowly walked toward him. The fat Tolbo brother's face began to twitch while his eyes danced nervously from side to side. He backed up against the wall.
"Yeah, what about it?" Rico asked.
"Hey, what's happening here?" Franko asked, glancing at the nuns, then rushing up to his brother's side.
"The bitch there never had a package 'cause there never was one, right?" Rico rushed up to him, wrapping both hands lightly around his brother's throat and starting to squeeze steadily.
"Hey, what's happening?" Sal asked with a nervous laugh.
"You mean he's been double crossin' on us?" Franko said, picking up his brother's drift quickly.
"Get outta here and take that cunt with you," Rico shouted.
Mother Superior wasted no time, helping the others drape some torn clothing around Sister Theresa's shoulders and helping her up the stairs. As they reached the living room door they could hear Sal's cries of pain mixed with the grunts of Franko and Rico. They were working him over, making him pay for the real crime.
"Where are we going?" Sister Theresa managed to say as they stumbled along the deserted streets of the Santa Monica community. Few streetlights dotted the nearly deserted industrial area.
"Home, Sister, home," Mother Superior said, tightening her grip around the nun's shoulders.
Home, Sister Theresa repeated to herself, shuffling along the sidewalk with her bare feet. She laughed. What could she be laughing at? Fucking was no joke. It was a serious business. She laughed at this thought. Even now she could feel her pussy spasming, her clit vibrating like a taut rubber band. Where was home? Fucking was the only reason for being. Could she ever drive this thought from her mind now? No, no, it was impossible. Could she keep her vows? The nun glanced up at the stern face of Mother Superior and nearly laughed again.
