Whack!
This time the whip bit Mary Celeste's own cheek, and the blow startled her back to the present. Gone was the memory of the feel of gray cloth against her skin, and, in its place, was the familiar scratch of splinters in her tits. Her mind had returned to where her body still was stretched painfully over the wooden barrel in the dungeon of the Marsten Mansion with her ass and legs still alive with burning fire.
The naked Luke remained in front of her, the whip in his right hand and his cock jutting obscenely up from his crotch. Mary Celeste didn't know which weapon she feared the worst, and was afraid that she would end up getting a new taste of both.
"What the fuck do you think this is – daydream time?" he shouted at her as he threatened her again with the whip. "First you go off to sleep while you've got my prick in your throat, and now your mind's wandering like you're a damned bored school kid in class."
"I passed out when you… when you were fucking my throat," Mary Celeste apologized, not knowing how to say it except in words that she knew he would understand. "There wasn't room to breathe when you were doing that."
"And, I suppose," he said almost mockingly, "that you were trying to figure out how to get air next time rather than just daydreaming like some silly bitch." When he saw the fear creep over her face and her eyes lock onto his prick at the mention of more throat-fucking, he laughed loudly. "Don't cry," he told her in a falsely cheerful voice. "It ain't your Goddamn mouth – or your cunt – that I'm thinking about now. You got one more virgin hole that I can get me a cherry and, with your throat, that will make two out of three. That Goddamn Joe beat me to your pussy."
What could he be talking about? Mary Celeste wondered. She had known about her mouth from when her father had face-fucked her, and the maidenhead of her cunt had already been bloodied by Joe. Surely those were the ouly two holes that were big enough for a man to fuck.
Her eyes roved up to his face as if seeking an answer, then something on the opposite wall caught her attention. Automatically, her training caused her eyes to seek it out and a prayer began in her mind. It was a crucifix representmg the torture of dear Lord Jesus, and she pleaded with the icon and the figure pinned to its front.
Luke noticed that she was no longer looking at him and he turned to see what it was she watched. When he noticed the crucifix, he smiled to himself and walked over and lifted it from the wall. He brought it back and held it in front of the naked, bound nun.
"Does it make you feel a little better to see this?" he chided her, rubbing the cross against the side of her cheek. It was wooden, with a carved figure of Jesus suspended hands and feet from its front. The whole thing was a little more than a foot tall with the cross-bar about two-thirds up from the bottom. The beams themselves were about an inch square, with the cross-bar almost six inches long.
"So you think this represents something good to you?" he taunted her, slapping her face with the back of the icon, then holding it back where she could see. "This is old – look at it! This has been hanging there probably from the time this place was built, and it's been right here in this dungeon ever since. In fact, it's probably the reason this part of the mansion was built."
"It hasn't been some evil old black mass worshipper that's been using all of the torture equipment down here. It's been somebody doing it in the name of your God – your Jesus here. And he's been hanging here all the tie through all of the generations who've used this dungeon, taking all of the blood and pain in. What help do you think he's going to give you when everything here has been put together in his name?"
"No, it can't be true!" Sister Mary Celeste pleaded, her head shaking and making her veil brush against the body of the wooden barrel.
"You know the stories!" he demanded, waving the icon before her. "The Inquisition, the Salem Witch Trials – all of it done by good, upstanding church people, and pain was what it was all about."
"Noooo!" Mary Celeste wailed and shut her eyes tightly.
His hand dropped the crucifix down by his side so that it was on the level of, and only a couple of inches away, from his hard throbbing prick. As she trembled, the sound of his bare feet on stone moved around her, then suddeuly she felt the poke of a long finger into her gaping cunt.
"I don't believe it!" his gruff voice exclaimed from behind her as his finger sloshed around in her well-juiced pussy. "Your Goddamn pussy is just like a swamp. It's pouring out so much cunt juice that it's leaking down your leg!"
Mary Celeste's mind almost snapped. Then she reallzed what had happened. When she had been remembering the thrashing of Sister Beatrice, her pussy had grown almost as excited against the barrel as it had that night in the crowd of other novice nuns. Now that her attention had been called to her condition, she could feel the wet trails of pussy cream coating her gash and the inside of her legs.
Two fingers rammed into her, then three. Luke twisted them around in her cunt channel as if her were feeling for something on the sensitive walls.
"You're fucking turned on and ready to be screwed," he laughed, and tried to gouge a fourth finger into her leaking cunt. Then the fingers were gone and something hard touched the aching opening that now pouted between her flared inner pussy lips.
"But I ain't going to waste my hard prick on it!" he exclaimed, and nudged the hardness more firmly against the opening of her cunthole. "I got other places to put that hardn, so maybe this other thing will be good for something."
There it was again – another mention of some place else to fuck her. Mary Celeste's mind whirled with the question until something hard and square was driven into her well-greased cunt.
"No!" she shrieked when she realized what was being pushed into her pussy. It was the crucifix! She was being fucked with an object of her religion!
Her arms and legs tugged as she tried to struggle against the barrel, but she was too tightly bound to move hardly at all. The only result of her twisting was to make it easier for Luke to work the large crucifix up her cunt.
"How do you like it now?" the evil man laughed loudly. "Maybe you better pray to it that it will bring you off!"
"Aarghh!" Sister Mary Celeste groaned as most of the bottom part of the crucifix was shoved up her creamy cunt. The squareness of the thick beam felt unnatural as it pushed in with the edges seeming to sear the sensitive inner skin. Then the foot of the statue bumped past the ring of muscles at the opening to her cunt, and slid into the pussy channel, rubbing along the stimulated walls. The toes, the knees, the bulk of the abdomen and chest – she felt it all inside her cunt as the icon was slowly forced in the juicy pit of her cunt, all the way to the cross-bar.
Then Jesus retreated and pushed in again. She was actually being fucked with the cross. The precious symbol in which she had sought comfort so many times was being used to further her rape. Never again would she be able to look at the holy figure in quite the same way.
The young nun felt the cross move inside her, each feature of the cross and statue sending new sensations rippling through her abused cunt. The back edges were both sharp as the icon fucked inside her, but the statue kept the other two edges from cutting along the sensitive walls. But that relief came with a price – every bump and irregularity on the statue massaged the nerves that fired new feelings in her pussy.
Already her cunt had been leaking from the memory of Sister Beatrice's beating, and the fiames of desire had been licking inside her even before the brutal inanimate fuck. Her body had been on the brink of losing control when her mind had been snapped back to the present, and the pumping of her pussy flesh now moved her up to and finally over the edge. Although she was bound, and in spite of her mind being revolted at the lewd use of the crucifix, there was nothing she could do to keep her ass from humping back to meet each thrust of the holy dildo. The cross was rammed deep into her cunt to bump the cross-bar into her swollen, excited clit. Her pussy was being lashed by the wooden crossbeam, and even her asshole was being rubbed into desire.
"It's fucking me!" she cried out in bewilderment. "Jesus is fucking me!"
Luke fucked the cross and the statue hard into the cunt, which was now pouring pussy juice like a main water line had been broken. He had fucked enough women in his life to know what the humping ass and quivering gash flesh meant.
Quickly he yanked the icon free from the pumping pussy and turned it around before shoving it back in. That part of the beam was shorter before being blocked by the cross-bar, but he knew there was something about it that should blow the sister clear out of her mind.
"He's got his head at your hole!" he screamed. "Jesus is eating your cunt! He's got his whole head inside your pussy and he's going to fuck you with it until you scream!"
The shrieks came within seconds. Just the thought of the statue's head being buried in her juicy pit was enough to kick off a crashing cum, and the feel of the statue rubbing against her pussy walls simply added fuel to the fire.
Sister Mary Celeste's body thrashed on the barrel, actually driving the splinters deeply into her tits, but that pain didn't even matter – all that filled her exploding mind was the crucifix buried in her fuck hole.
She bathed it with the first of her cum, spewing juices clear down to the floor. Another blast rocketed through her as her cunt shoved against the penetrating pressure, and it was like dynamite had been set off in her guts. Now her ass was working furiously, trying to increase the force of the unnatural fucking. And still she poured, cum following on the heels of jolting cum until her body grew completely weak. And still she thrashed, beating herself onto the holy object as it filled up her leaking pussyhole.
Breath did not come easily to the exhausted nun. Her body was still draped across the barrel, her muscles almost toneless as she slumped into the wood.
The crucifix was still wedged into her battered pussy.
Luke had left it there and so tired was the young sister that she didn't even have the energy to bear down and expel it from her cunt. Titties now ached from the splinters and every bone in her body felt bent. Never in her entire life had Sister Mary Celeste felt so completely worn out.
A hand slapped against her bare ass cheeks, sending the flesh there rippling in response. But the rest of her naked body just hung without reaction, and Luke laughed lewdly from somewhere in the rear.
"Let's get this thing out of there," he said as he pulled the crucifix from her well-fucked pussy.
It made a wet pop as it sucked out of her cunt lips. Then fingers were digging into the leaking pussyhole in its stead.
"You don't mind if I borrow some of this pussy cream, do you?" Luke laughed as he gouged in her cunthole. "I've got to grease up this hard cock so I can fuck me some ass."
Ass? Mary Celeste's mind tumbled the word idly around her head. Perhaps he had said something else – her asshole certainiy wasn't big enough for his prick.
Three times he burrowed his finger into her juicy cunt, and each time the touch disappeared for a few seconds. Then the fourth time he greased down his fingers, he didn't take away his hand to rub it on his prick. Instead, one of the fingers traced upward to touch at the budding asshole that was exposed by the spreading of her ass crack.
"Ouch!" she yelped as the finger shoved up her shitter.
A sudden shove had sent it all the way into her ass. The muscles of her ass-ring protested in pain as they were spead apart clear up to the knuckie at the edge of the palm of his hand.
"Ah," he sighed lustily and began pistoning his finger into her guts. "You've got a supertight little shithole that's going to be a real pleasure to fuck."
"You can't do that," she whined and twisted against the penetrating pressure of his finger. "It's not natural and besides, it's too little for something like that."
"Then I'm really getting myself an assberry," he laughed. "If you don't know that Goddamn hole will stretch to suck up any man's cock, then you ain't been corn-holed in the ass."
"What do you mean?" she cried out in near panic. "You can't seriously be thinking about trying to push your thing in there!"
"Right up the old brown chute, Sister," he laughed agair. "I'm going to stuff that asshole with a slab of fuck meat bigger than any turd you'll ever shit!"
"Nooo!" she moaned and tried to wiggle away from him.
Luke rammed a second finger inside the puckered asshole to join the first. With both of them inside, he pried them apart to loosen her ass-ring.
"That hurts!" Mary Celeste cried. "It's not big enough to put anything up there!"
"Then pretend you don't feel it, my horny little nun," he chided, "because sure as brown shit, you're about to be corn-holed in the ass!"
The fingers popped out of her ass, but her relief was short-lived. Both of his hands settled onto her hips and spread her ass cheeks even farther. Resting right in the bottom of the ass crack was the puckered brown hole he sought, and he nudged the piss slit of his prick right up her asshole.
Mary Celeste felt the greasy cockhead bump against the ring of her asshole. He was actually going to do it. He was going to try to fuck her in the ass!
"Now!" he shouted and shoved as his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. The rubbery, slickened cockhead compressed and lodged halfway into her ass. His hands slipped down between the barrel and the front of her hips. Then, with a mighty tug, he drove the rest of the head of his prick between the circular muscles protecting her ass-guts.
"Aeeii!" the young nun screamed in intense pain.
Her asshole felt like it was being ripped apart. Not even in her wildest nightmares had she ever dreamed of agony so extreme.
She panted, jerking her chin from the barrel and trying to shove her cunt and hips through the wood. But still the massive prickhead remained burning inside her asshole.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed, her mind going white from the pain.
A hot poker up her ass couldn't have made it burn any hotter, and only a small part of the long cock was inside.
"Shut up, bitch!" he growled, tugging at the front of her hips. With effort, he wormed and wedged a couple of inches of the cockshaft inside to join the knob of his cock.
"It's too big!" she wailed, willing to do anything to make the pain go away. "Fuck my pussy! Shove your cock down my throat! Do anything you want, but get that telephone pole out of my ass!"
The corn-holing prick in her asshole had brought everything down to the primal, and it was the screams of survival that now filled her mind.
"My shithole!" she cried in long howls. "Your dick is killing my shithole! It's too big! Your Goddamn cock is too big to fuck me in the ass! Screw me in the eunt. Shove it in my mouth. Face-fuck me until I pass out then ram your prick into my throat and cum into my guts. Just get the Goddamn thing out of my asshole before it rips me to death!"
But the obscenities just seemed to excite him, and he drove another couple of inches into her ass. More than half of his massive fuck weapon was now buried in her asshole and he was about to lose the rest of it up her ass. Bracing himself for one final shove, he jerked on her hips as he pushed and the entire slab of cockineat burrowed into her shitter. His balls slapped against her gaping pussy slit and his cock hair tickled the skin of her ass cheeks. One whole long prick was now stirring the shit in her guts. And it felt like he had his cock caught in a circular vise. The ass-ring squeezed with unbelievable pressure and it was the tightest corn-hole that he had ever known.
Luke began to fuck his prick in the young nun's asshole. Each time he fucked in, all of the flesh around her ass-ring seemed to cave in. As he pulled out, the lips of her asshole clung to the skin of his cock, seeming to suck and follow as if not wanting to let the slab of fuckmeat retreat. The gripping circle of ass muscles at the entrance was like an iron ring twice too tight for his cock, and it ran up and down his prickshaft in intense pleasure as he fucked it in and out. Corn-holing had loosened her shithole just a little, but her ass was still even tighter than her throat. Already he could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, just about shouting to blast into her guts.
The young nun lay collapsed across the barrel, still not truly believing that her ass was being corn-holed by the massive cock. But the pain and the pressure told her that it was all too real, and there was no way to deny that what felt like a fence post was being fucked into her ass. Each pounding thrust seemed to fill the entire lower half of her body with enought prick to reach clear up to her stomach.
Now that the shithole had adjusted, she didn't feel that her flesh was being torn to shreds, but there was no doubt about being fucked. In her most fantastic thoughts about what a man would do to her with a throbbing cock, never had she considered that he would want to fuck her ass. But now that nightmare was all too real, as she felt his cum begin to splash.
"Here it is!" he shouted as the first glob of jism rocketed into her waiting asshole.
His cock was like a cannon firing into her guts as another blast blasted out the end of his prick. Almost a half a teacup of sticky gunk was poured into the abused, ass-raped nun before his cumming was through.