Rest was only a relative thing. In Sister Mary Celeste's case, it only meant she wasn't being fucked. Obviously they hadn't put her to bed overnight, instead they had suspended her in chains two feet off the stone floor with a small table drawn under her so that only her toes could touch. In her cunt, a massive dildo had been inserted and secured with straps around her naked hips, and a butt plug – a hard-rubber device – had been shoved up her ass. A larger base kept it from being lost completely up her asshole, and her assring kept it lodged into place after it was pushed past its fat middle. In her mouth was a plastic ball that forced open her jaws, with it too held firmly by thick leather straps.
Still, someway during the night, she managed to catch several short naps. Each time she drifted off, her body slumped down onto her toes, which cramped within minutes. The pain brought her back and she put more weight on the chains, which shortly felt as if they were cutting into her wrists. Her crotch felt stretched out of shape by the massive rubber devices in shithole and pussy, but after the pounding she had taken in both places, the stationary objects were almost a relief.
Dawn crept in through the small window high in one of the outer stone walls, and she prayed that the men would soon come and release her from her chains. It wasn't until the sun had climbed part of the way up the eastern sky that the heavy wooden door into the dungeon finally opened with a loud creak.
Luke was the first one through. He wore ouly cut-off jeans, really little more than a loin cloth that did little to hide his big cock. Through the material, Mary Celeste could see the outline of his prick and heavy balls from more than halfway across the dimly lit room.
"We have a present for you." The fair-skinned man laughed at her when he stood in front of her chained naked body. "One I think you're really going to like. Already I've thought of some real fun games that are now possible."
Mary Celeste turned slightly in the clamps and watched the dark doorway where she could see figures moving about. Suddenly one of them detached and was hurled into the room. It flew out of the dimness as if part of the hadows themselves had come loose, and it took a second for the tortured young nun to realize that the blackness was that of a traditional habit.
Sister Grace finally caught her balance by going to one knee and hand on the floor, then gianced back over her black-clad shoulder toward the near-naked Joe who had pushed her into the room. Slowly she righted herself, staring from one man to the other, then suddenly noticed the naked, tortured female body hanging bound in the chains.
"What is this?" the young girl cried in an uncertain voice. She was a full year younger than Mary Celeste and had given up her gray robes of the novice only the preceding month. In the library at the convent, she had been Mary Celeste's assistant, but she didn't recognize the welt-covered naked girl who was bound and could not speak.
Grace was a lanky girl, not yet attaining the smooth body and motions of a fully matured woman. Because of their awkward movements, her arms and legs appeared to be a bit too long, and the one time Mary Celeste had seen her unclothed, her body had a lithe, lean look. But all of the potential was there to create a strikingly beautiful female once nature had taken its course.
Joe moved up behind her and forced her arms to her back. To her wrists he clasped a set of shiny steel handcuffs, then he pushed the girl to her knees. A chain was threaded through the cuffs and the clamps on the ends were snapped to her ankles. When he was through, the new arrival was locked into an awkward position, her legs bent and her arms pulled backwards and down to force a slight arch in her back.
"Don't you recognize your sister of the cloth?" Luke chided the trembling Grace. "Maybe if we put back on her veil and that white stuff you wear around your face, you'd be able to tell who she is."
"Sister Mary Celeste?" Grace gasped.
Both men laughed as the table was kicked out from under Mary Celeste and she was lowered to the floor. Her feet wouldn't hold her and she collapsed back onto the stone. Luke removed the ball from her mouth as Joe unbelted the dildo and pulled it from her cunt, then both men turned her over and Luke jerked the butt plug from her ass.
"Aeeii!" the nun screamed as the hard-rubber cone was ripped from her shithole with a loud, messy pop. The assring fluttered open for a few seconds before beginning to contract back to a neat brown little pucker.
"What have they done to you?" Sister Grace said, still kneeling on the floor as if saying her morning prayers.
Luke laughed evilly. "We've just been teaching her some of the things no one would teach her at the convent. She's such a good student that she'll probably be able to help us pass them on to you."
Fear spread in the new arrival's eyes. Again her eyes scoured the naked beaten body and was appalled at the thought of what the men might have done.
Luke lifted the newcomer and carried her over to a low table with metal stirrups high on steel rods at one end. As Joe grabbed Mary Celeste by the back of her neck and forced her along, she recognized the awful device Luke was positioning Sister Grace on from her days as a teenager. Twice she had had to visit the doctor for examinations and had been put into one of the awful things with her legs jacked up high and her cunt spread wide open. It was a gynecologists's table, and Mary Celeste dreaded the things like the plague.
But it was Sister Grace who was being forced into position on her back. Her legs were thrown up and belted to the stirrups as she lay back painfully on the hands that were still cuffed under her. Luke grabbed her by both sides of the robe of her habit and pulled the young girl down on the table until her ass was lifted by the pressure on her legs. Then he stripped the robe back up onto the nun's waist, exposing her black cotton panties for everyone to see. With a small knife he cut the waistband at the sides then sliced across the panties in the crotch. He lifted both pieces and threw them to the side, discarded on the floor.
Even Mary Celeste was fascinated by what everyone saw. The cunt hair was a brown pelt, smooth instead of kinky like that of every other pussy and cock she had seen. Nestled inside the beautiful mat was a delicate little gash that seemed too small to contain everything Mary Celeste knew would be inside. It was like someone had drawn a narrow line with a soft pencil between the young sister's legs, a picture rather than a pussy – something to be seen rather than touched.
"Get on your fucking knees and lick this cunt until it's juicy enough for my dick," Luke growled at Mary Celeste and forced her down at the end of the table. Her face was at the level of the upthrust young pussy, and the stirrups held apart the trembling girl's thighs enough for Mary Celeste's head.
Fascinated by the delicious sight in front of her eyes, Mary Celeste reached up and worked into the soft cunthair to finally place athumb and forefinger on opposite sides of the outer pussylips. Gently she pressed outward, and a delicate pink gash opened. Inside the narrow channel were small inner cunt lips that were like the petals of a flower. The clit was so small that it was hard to see in the pink folds of skin.
Mary Celeste's lips were drawn to the pussy slash, touching ever so gently and feeling the warmth of the sexual skin. Not a single drop of cunt nectar yet blemished its surface.
"What are you doing?" Sister Grace gasped as Mary Celeste ran her tongue into the smallest cunthole opening she could imagine.
Grace's head lifted from the table and stared down between her legs. The veil swirled around her shoulders and the wimple made her appear that she was staring open-mouthed out of a small window. And what she saw was more startling tian what she was feeling – one of her own sisters of the cloth was licking and tongue-fucking her young cunt.
"Nooo!" Grace moaned and rocked her head back onto the table. It was too much to comprehend for the young nun barely out of novice gray. The tongue in her cunt was sending wild sparks through her pussy and ass, something she had never expenenced before.
Mary Celeste's tongue snaked into the delicate young pussy, not knowing whether she was doing it on her own or only because the evil man had demded it. Wisps of the faint odor of stale piss tickled'at her nose and her tongue rose from the tight hole to bathe up the crack to the clit, washing across the fl – ny pisshole as it went. The small nub was hard to firid even with the tip of the tongue, but finally the folds of pink skin were pushed apart and the sex spindle was there, no bigger than a tiny pea. When she tickled it with her tongue, the young nun who was being eaten stiffened involuntarily as newfound pleasure began to pulse along with her fear. By the time Mary Celeste's tongue was back to the tight virgin pussy hole, cunt juices had begun to slicken the slight inner pussy lips.
"Oh, Sister – don't do that!" the nun in her habit wailed. "It's wrong to be licking me there!"
Mary Celeste buried her tongue as far up the constricted little cunthole as was possible, then swirled around to colleet the nectar in her mouth. It was deliciously tart and made her taste buds hum. Between her own legs, the pussy of the cunt-eatmg girl was also beginning to lather. One of her own hands slipped into her own excited cunt, and a finger rolled over the clit. There was pussy in her mouth and cunt in her hand, and it was almost too much to believe. A short, intense cum ripped through her belly as her whole body shook with excitement.
Cunt nectar poured down her chin as the young sister also responded to the tonguing that she was receiving. Her habit-frocked body was now jolted on top of the cuffed hands, and loud moans were escaping from her throat. If the tight little pussy would ever be ready for a massive, throbbing prick, it was juiced up enough now.
"Scoot over," the impatient Luke snarled down at Mary Celeste, and the naked young nun took her face from the other girl's cunt.
The cut-off jeans had strained themselves open and the knobby cock was jarnned up to Sister Grace's narrow cuntslit. Mary Celeste watched, fascinated, from only a few inches away, as the man's prickhead wormed into the creamy gash, and the heavy shaft with its bulging veins waited behind to tear into her small cunt.
"Hold it apart," Luke growled down at the naked nun, and Mary Celeste reached up with both hands past the heavy hanging balls and the threatening prick shaft. Both of her thumbs settled on opposite sides of the pussy slash and slowly pried it apart. The massive prickhead appeared to be filling the entire lower half of the crack and the skin around the opening to the hole itself was depressed from the force.
"You'll hurt her!" Mary Celeste gasped, sure that the cock would never be able to make it inside the super-tight little hole without ripping it to pieces.
"Then wet my cock with your mouth," he ordered her, and the fuck pole was pulled down into her face.
Her lips parted and the raging thing was shoved clear back to the opening of her throat as it bathed itself in her spit. She gulped, fearful that he would ram in completely into her neck right there, but, instead, he rolled it around in the hot grasp of her mouth until saliva dripped from it when he pulled it out.
Now the dick and the young pussy both glistened there in front of Mary Celeste's eyes as it was lined up again directly at the other sister's cherry. The pressure increased and the gash flesh indented even further but the tight pussy ring still resisted. Mary Celeste knew that there was no way for it ever to get inside and her stomach tensed with excitement.
Then, suddenly, as she watched, the pussy ring gave way under a tremendous shove and the massive cockhead popped inside. Her fellow sister wailed at the intense stretching pain as Mary Celeste's mouth went wet with saliva. Her own lips formed a wide circle as if it had been her face that had been penetrated as she watched with amazement as the delicate skin of the opening of Grace's cunthole wrapped itself around the bulging head of the prick. It was stretched so tightly there wasn't a single wrinkle in the skin around the punctured circle as Luke eased back without pulling his prick out of the cunt.
The cockshaft still glistened from the spit of Mary Celeste, and the amazed girl watched as an inch of the prick disappeared into the cunt of her friend. Then something seemed to stop the raping prick, barring its way, and Mary Celeste knew that the maidenhead had been reached.
Luke, by now, was savage with lust and he fucked the tortured young thing on the table with the power of a storm. Inside the tiny cunt, skin pulled and the menbrane stretched, and finally the pricknead tore through.
"Aee!" Sister Grace screamed and thrashed her head upon the table. Her movements were so violent that the veil of her mantle whipped back up and covered her face.
Below, her naked sister in cloth watched unbelievingly as more than six inches of the massive shaft sank into the battered hole with another four inches to go. But slowly it pressed on, inch after inch sinking into the damaged hole until Luke's scratchy cock hairs were buried in the tortured gash.
When Luke drew back, there was a thin layer of blood on the skin of his fleshy prick, and Mary Celeste moaned at the sight. It was as if her young friend's cunt was giving birth to the massive tube of prickflesh. The thick cock began to burrow inside again. This time the blood, coupled with the pussy cream, made the penetration easier but still filled with pain. Above the naked nun on the floor, the girl on the table thrashed within her habit and screamed at the top of her lungs. All of Mary Celeste's attention was riveted to the rape that was going on in front of her eyes only a few inches away. She was close enough to hear the slight squishing of blood and cunt juices as the prick was swallowed back up.
Mary Celeste's hand frigged in her own cunt becoming bathed with the cream that was pouring out. Her other hand found one of her succulent titties and squeezed the nipple until it hurt. Her throat contracted as if swallowing the cock herself rather than it being ground into her friend's pussy, and Mary Celeste was almost lost in equal passion to that of the horny fucking man.
Now the cock pistoned, fucking the raped girl clear to the back of her cunt channel. The blood-greased prickshaft was like a pile-driver now as it flashed back and forth in the reamed, torn hole. Mary Celeste could contain herself no longer and lifted slightly onto her knees, her mouth seeking out the side of the slicing prick. Her lips closed near its base, tasting the blood and cunt juices of her friend, but her head got in the way of Luke's raping thrusts.
"My balls!" he rasped down to her, using one hand on her forehead to push her mouth away from the cockshaft. His fingers directed her downward to the balls that had been slapping her in the side of the face.
Her mouth closed around his balls, sucking them onto her tongue along with the hairy skin of his sac. She had to fall from her knees to her naked ass on the cold stone floor to shove her head between his thighs to make sure she could keep his nuts in place in her mouth. By twisting slightly backward, she could still see the ravaging of her fellow sister's torn cunt.
It was too much to comprehend. The last time she had seen the young girl, she had been giving her instructions on how to care for the old manuscripts without breaking any of the bindings. And here she was now, the balls of the girl's rapist in her mouth as she watched the plundering cock lay waste to the young girl's pussy. And her own cunt channel was afire with excitement at the sight. Horny male balls rocked back and forth in the tight grasp of her wet mouth. Her finger lashed her pussy until the screams of cumming were smothered by the mouthful of balls. And the sight of the bloody, raped pussy above her almost took away her excited breath.
Inside her mouth, the ball sac seemed to swell and slowly they began to pull upward away from the tugging of her mouth. Before they were through, they were lodged against the firm wall of his crotch and, somehow, Mary Celeste knew that the raping prick was about to explode. Her eyes glanced upward to watch the brutal bashing of Sister Grace's tender cunt. The cockstrokes were now like greased lightning as they beat into the young nun's pussy. Then Luke's body gave a final surge, ramming his prick so far into the battered cunt that Mary Celeste wouldn't have been surprised to see his cockhead emerge from Grace's mouth.
And then Luke growled to match the screaming of the raped sister, and his prick remained buried far up the bleeding hole. That close, with her nose actually touching the base of the cockshaft, Mary Celeste could see his whole body pulse in a mighty wave.
Over and over it seemed to throb from him, and, quickly, streams of white, sticky gunk were being forced from the well-stuffed cunt. With the prick buried fully inside and with Mary Celeste's mouth still holding the spurting balls, Mary Celeste's face was right below the joining of pussy and prick. With the male cum, pussy juices and blood all combined to leak from the crammed-full cunthole, it was to dribble down onto the forehead of the young naked girl. The combined fuck fluids rolled down across her eyes and onto her cheeks, where they spread to cover her entire face.
Three fingers shot into her own cunt as the thumb whipped at her distended clit. The gripping force of a mighty cum consumed her, then exploded, blasting out the mightiest orgasm the young girl would have ever thought she would feel. Her greasy face fell from the still-pulsing balls and she tumbled to the floor, screaming. Her pussy demanded more and mor, and her second hand found it to thrash with the other. Cum, pussy juice and blood still dripped into her face, and she opened her mouth to collect the stream from the other nun's rape. Her throat gulped it down, convulsing, as her pussy and asshole contracted.
It was more than Mary Celeste could stand. A scream ripped from her throat. Her whole face was awash with the combined creams of the fucking above her, and the juices ran into her eyes and nose.
The smell of rape filled her lungs, sex fluids her belly, and her own cunt was pouring out more fuck cream onto the floor. Her whole body shook, her asshole puckered out until she almost expelled her own guts as her pussy exploded again and again. Piss rocketed from her pee hole, her bladder unable to resist the gripping of her abdomen any more, and her hands were bathed in the vile-smelling stuff.
Her body lifted entirely from the floor supported only by her heels and the back of her head. Her hands pulled open her cunt gash until the ends almost tore and she washed down the floor with a combination of cum and piss. Her mind was so lost in the ecstasy of an enormous orgasm that she didn't even recognize when it finally snapped. For so long had her breath been held, then exhaled in her screams, she didn't know she was fading out from the lack of oxygen in her lungs.
And with one fmal, violent thrashing that bruised her body against the stone floor, Sister Mary Celeste passed out as surely as if she had been struck in the head.