Joe was with Luke when he returned to the dungeon where the tortured young nun was still stretched out painfully on the table of the medieval rack. How much time had passed she couldn't even guess, except that night had fallen and it had grown dark in the dank old room. Mary Celeste was grateful for the candles the two men carried with them, as they put an end to the fear caused by the scraping of small claws that she had heard scurrying through the dark. She hoped that they had been those of nothing more than mice, but knew that in this old place it might be rats the size of a small dog. Her imagination had run wild during those hours there in the darkness, thinking of dirty claws and filthy mouths that might be soon eating at the fleshy mounds of her tits and even digging into the tenderness of her eyes.
Joe was carrying a container of take-out fried chicken under one arm, and it reminded Mary Celeste that she had eaten nothing except a small bowl of thin gruel early in the day before dawn had broken when she had set out for the Marsten Mansion. Although the skin and muscles of her stomach were drawn tightly by the pressure of the rack, there was a gnawing hunger that tortured her. At the thought of the chicken, her mouth watered in anticipation, but neither of the two men seemed to give her appetite a second thought. Both of them clattered into chairs out of sight near her side, and she could hear their noisy eating as they stuffed their mouths with food. She had been given a few sips of water throughout the day, but it had only taunted her with the knowledge of how empty her stomach had become.
"Please," she begged. "May I have something to eat before I starve?"
"Sure," Joe laughed.
Mary Celeste could hear the scooting of wooden chair legs on the stone floor. Then there was the confusing sound of the rustle of cloth, and suddenly Joe was climbing up onto the table of the rack with her. She glanced down and saw that he was, once again, completely naked. He straddled her chest, then edged forward to plop his dirty naked ass right down onto her suffering tits. The cock he shoved at her face was only partially hard and drooped down to touch her lips.
"I thought you wanted something to eat," he laughed, and slapped his prick against her closed lips and her nose. "Now open up, and I'll give you something to fill your belly."
"That's not what…" As soon as her lips parted he drove the head of his prick into her mouth. She refused to suck but he didn't seem to care. He pushed back and forth content to fuck her mouth like it was another pussy.
"Here comes some protein!" he exclaimed as his fuck meat hardened and began to swell with an easy, abusive cum.
He was battering the back of her parched mouth with his strong, steady strokes, and it was only a couple of minutes before the cock knob was blasting cum against the opening to her throat. With her mouth stuffed full of cock, there was nothing she could do but swallow his spunk down, happy at least that the stuff relieved the dryness of her throat.
When he was through, he rolled off without comment, as if she was already completely dismissed from his mind. It was as if fucking her face was nothing more to him than taking a piss. Once the liquid was spurted out, he couldn't give a damn about where it had landed.
"That's not fair," Luke laughed and waled over to the side of the rack where she was painfully extended. "The little sister wanted something more satisfying to her belly than some sticky cum shot out of your prick."
He leaned down close to her face, a juicy chicken leg held close by his cheek so that she could see. Saliva poured into Mary Celeste's mouth at the sight of the delicious food and she waited for him to hold it down for her to take a bite. But, instead, he stood back, erect.
"You'll have to wait just a minute," he taunted her. "We invited the Colonel to dinner and it wouldn't be polite to not give him the hospitality ofour possessions. I asked his picture there on the side of the container, and he told me that he wanted nothing more than a tender piece of pussy. I'm sure you will trade him that for a piece of his chicken."
She watched him, confused, as he followed the side of the rack until he was opposite her spread thighs. Then he leaned over, with the chicken leg in his hand and nuzzled the piece of food up to her spread cunt.
"Oh no, please don't!" she begged the slender man, but he ignored her completely.
Mary Celeste felt her pussy lips begin to spread then the opening of her cunt hole slowly being forced. With little effort, he fucked the greasy chicken leg right into the hole of her pussy, which expanded then contracted around the more slender bone. The chicken was all the way inside her except for the tip that he held in his fingers, and he began to pump-fuck the meat inside her cunt. The crispy crust scratched at the inner walls of her fuck channel, and she could feel bits of that crust begin to flake off, and still he screwed her with the food.
"Hey, Joe," Luke laughed. "Did you get a look at this? The Colonel is fucking this little nun bitch, but I don't think I'll let him cum."
Mter several minutes of fucking her with the food, Luke dragged the chicken leg out of her abused channel and walked back up to her head. He held the end of the chicken leg up to her lips.
Mary Celeste could smell her own pussy juices coating the meat. She whimpered and tried to turn her head. Luke laughed at her, then reached down with the other hand and picked a piece of crust from the meat. As she watched, he popped it into his mouth and crunched on it, then swallowed.
"Pussy ain't poison," he assured her, picking off another flake of crust and putting it into his mouth. "I've eaten enough of them and I've never even gotten sick. And if you don't eat this piece of chicken, you aren't going to get anything. There's not going to be any more food around here until tomorrow, and who knows what time that might be."
The aroma of the chicken finally overcame her reluctance, and she parted her lips and teeth. Luke held it firmly as she took a big bite, the saliva pouring to welcome the taste of food.
"Hey, Joe," Luke chuckled, "the little nun bitch is eating her own pussy juices."
"Maybe tomorrow we can get her some that she can take straight," Joe replied.
Luke fed her the rest of the chicken leg, then brought her a thigh and another drumstick. By the time Mary Celeste had gnawed all the meat off all three and swallowed it down with effort, her stomach had begun to feel full. Next, he tilted a paper cup of soft drink over her mouth and poured, much of the cold liquid splashing onto her face but enough going into her mouth to quench her thirst. "It's getting late," Joe reminded the taller man.
"Yeah," Luke replied. "But how about one more tour around this bitch's fuck holes before we put her to bed? Have you ever corn-holed a girl's asshole while some other guy was fucking her cunt?"
"Never done that," Joe conceded. "But won't we have to turn her loose for ne of us to get in front while the other is working on her back?"
"That's no problem," Luke laughed as he began working at the clamp on one of Mary Celeste's wrists. "I have the answer of how to keep her still until we get started, and then where the Hell is she going to go skewered on cock in both directions?"
The ass-fucking had hurt so badly – and the rape of her cunt hadn't been that pleasant – that Mary Celeste wondered just how her body would stand it if two pricks were in her at one time. Butshe had learned that protesting with these two brutal rapists did her no good at all. The only thing she could hope for would be that her body was too small for both of them to fuck at the same time and that somewhere along the way she might get an opportunity to get free.
When she was released from the rack and hauled across the room to a large mat on the floor, Luke indeed did have a way to see that she had no possibility of escape. His hard fist hammered into her guts, feeling as if it almost sunk clear to her spine, and Mary Celeste tumbled to the mat with her guts aching so much she couldn't even stand.
They stood oyer her, talking in whispers, as if plotting some new assault on her body. Joe laughed when he heard what Luke had in mind, and both of them shook their heads up and down in agreement before slipping down to the mat beside the naked, agonizing girl. Luke shuffled up to the front of her body, where she lay on her side, while Joe slithered up to her back. For a few seconds they fumbled with her asshole and cunt, neither managing to stick his prick more than an inch inside before Luke made a decision of how to make the double-rape easier.
Latching his arms around her chest, the thinner man rolled to pull the naked young nun over on top of him. Her precious full titties mashed down into his bare chest as Joe lifted her hips from the rear until she was up on her knees. Then Luke grabbed hold of his own massive cock, and held his prick up to where the prickhead nudged into the young nun's cunt. Then Joe placed both hands flat on the back of her ass cheeks and forced her dry cunt down onto Luke's cock.
It hurt badly. Neither her pussy channel nor Luke's fleshy prick had a bit of lubrication and it felt that the flesh of her passion pit was being torn apart. Then, when the damn cock was rammed all of the way in, Luke gave a couple of upward pumps and the welcome pussy cream that blossomed withur her gave her blessed relief. Still it felt like her cunt channel was squeezed down to half-sized with a fence post rammed into her depths, but at least there was no tearing when he began to move about.
She heard Joe spit into his hands and she knew that he was wetting down the cockhead in preparation for the assault on her asshole. Already one of the huge fuck weapons had been inside there, but with her pussy full of prick, it felt like her asshole and pussy were compressed until a pencil couldn't get through.
But Joe seemed determined to prove her wrong. Nudging his spit-wet cockhead up to the brown puckered shitter, he latched onto the front of her hips with his hands and tried to drive his prick completely inside. The assring gave slightly under the assault and half of the thick cockshaft was wedged into her alreadyrowded groin.
"Help!" Mary Celeste cried, the pain so intense that she thought she would pass out.
Her initial ass-fucking had hurt bad enough, but this one seemed a whole new thing. Already she felt stuffed by Luke's cock ramming back and forth in her pussy, and Joe was trying to force another prick just as thick into her asshole about an inch away.
She could feel the two pricks. It all seemed too full, as if the entire lower half of her body was stretched out of shape, and she almost went wild with both fear and agony when Joe crammed the rest of his dry prick into her unlubricated ass.
It was as if one massive telephone pole had skewered her. Never would she have thought it was possible. The cherry in both of her fuckholes had been broken only earlier that day and here she was, being double-fucked like a whore with stretched ass and cunt. The realization made her wail and sob, tears flowing freely down her face. Two hammers beat into her, sometimes together and sometimes in alternating strokes, and either way it seemed too much. Her ass was being corn-holed furiously, Joe's fuckmeat slamming in and stirring her shit while another cock fucked her poor cunt. No longer could she tell which was which, it all made her ache inside.
"I can't stand it!" she wailed.
"I'm corn-holing her asshole!" Joe shouted in glee. "Got my fuck rod right up her oldhitter. I'm pumping for oil, baby, but the gusher is going to be this ass-fucking, corn-holing cock of mine!"
"Rape her shithole!" Luke encouraged from beneath her as he continued to fuck his cock into her cunt. "Corn-hole this bitch until her asshole bleeds while I ream this fucking cunt out for myself!"
"Shit! Corn-hole!" Joe screamed from behind her. "This fucking ass that I'm corn-holing with my prick is so tight that it almost makes me want to fuck it until I die!"
Sister Mary Celeste thought it might be she that was about to expire. None of her previous pain had prepared her for this. She no longer could feel which fuckhole was being abused by which cock; it was like her groin was one big fuck hole with a telephone pole wedged inside.
"Start getting ready!" Luke shouted. "We're going to juice her down at the same time. You cum in her Goddamn corn-holed ass and I'll blast out her cunt with my cream!"
"Aeeii!" the young nun wailed as both of the them began to fuck harder into her guts. It felt like even her heart and lungs were being crowded by the massive amount of prick in her.
She moaned as she felt both of the fucking muscles inside her swell even larger. Even though it meant they were about to cum, she still couldn't stand the increase in size.
Then finally they blasted. With a mighty shove both into her pussy and ass, both maraudhg cocks were jammed all the way inside her and began bathing her guts with cum. The first splash came together and felt like twin jets of fire. Each new shot seemed to scald her as she was filled up with the milky spunk.
And, even after they were through, they didn't remove their cocks from Mary Celeste's tortured pussy and asshole. She collapsed between them, feeling Joe's weight on her back pressing her down into the body of Luke.
Why didn't they let her move? They had their fun corn-holing her ass and fucking her cunt – surely that would be enough.
But it wasn't. The next sensation she felt was a hot wetness spreading in both her asshole and cunthole. The feeling confused her for a second – surely their cumming had drained their balls dry.
Then realization swept over her, and the humiliation was almost too great. Each of the huge pricks still wedged into her body was pissing. Stinking piss from their bladders was bathing the inside of her.
Both men laughed hysterically as they poured their piss into the exhausted, debased nun. Four arms grappled about her and held her still as they used her as a urinal to satisfy the piss urges of their pricks. That piss pouring into her cunt flooded out of the tight, cock-packed channel and ran down her legs.
But the piss in her ass stayed there, an enema of piss. Her guts ached from the double-fucking, but that degradation had only been a start. Now she was nothing more than a toilet for male cocks to squirt in their piss.
In all of her days, no matter what had happened, there had always been something to keep the threads of her beliefs together. Even when she was being raped, a confidence in herself had always kept her from falling all the way into debasement. But this was too much.