Their legs had been spread so far apart that their crotches hurt with an agony straight from Hell. Then the front of their hips had been forced together and lashed until their two pussies touched. The fme pelt of Sister Grace's cunt hair mingled with the fair strands of Sister Mary Celeste's, and both girls could feel the tingle from their joined inner lips. Both were now naked except for mantles and veils, Grace's being left on throughout and Mary Celeste's once again fastened to her head. The two wimples made them look as if they were staring at each other through ends of some invisible tunnel. The veils covered part of their backs but did nothing to separate the stiffened titty nipples that rubbed together.
The most demonic part of it all, however, had been provided by Joe. He had found, rummaging in some of the cabinets, a compound of fast-acting bonding cement guaranteed not to stick to skin but to almost weld any other material together.
The upper bodies of the two young nuns were forced apart until they held themselves up with their hands behind where they were sitting on the floor, then the glue was poured down into their joined crotches. It was cold and sticky and made both of them twitch as it dribbled down into their intertwined cunt hairs and finally into their pussy slits.
Although it dried in their gashes, it flaked easily away when they moved their kissing pussies against one another. But the cement quickly hardened in their cunt hair, locking their cunt mounds together by a single matted patch of hair. Now each of their movements was painful enough to make them scream. Even the slightest shifting away from the welded pussies sent howls from both of them into the room. Instead, each clasped, wrapping her arms around the other girl's naked body. Mary Celeste's supple titties almost smothered the immature buds of the other girl. Perhaps later the men would take scissors and cut them apart, but until then they were bound by the welded hair that grew from each of their crotches.
Luke unlaced Mary Celeste's arms while Joe pulled back those of Grace. Then a large cushion was forced between their bellies and they were pushed back onto their hands to the rears of their naked asses. Both men stepped inside over their spread bellies. Joe faced Mary Celeste with his prick held in hand and pointed toward her face, while Luke was in a similar position with Grace. Then both of the young girls' mouths were forced open and throbbing cocks driven to the backs of their mouths.
"Let's jack off," Luke suggested after five minutes of fucking face, and both of the two men pulled their cocks out of the hot, slobbering mouths. Their right hands wrapped around each of the rock-hard prickshafts as the two girls leaned back hoping to get farther away.
"Cum right in their Goddamn nun faces!" Joe urged as his hand flashed up and down on the thick cockshaft pointing at Mary Celeste's nose.
"Yeah," Luke breathed lustily as he jerked his prick toward Grace's delicate features. "Let's shoot the Goddamn sticky mess right into their noses and eyes."
Their hands gained in speed as their excitement rose. Sister Mary Celeste closed her eyes to avoid the sight of the spreading piss slit in the end of the knobby cockhead, but Joe roughiy slapped her cheek with his other hand.
"Look, Goddamn you!" he swore at the reluctant sister. "I want you to see my jisni burst out of my cock and into your eyes!"
Another loud slap came from the other side of the sweating male bodies, and Mary Celeste knew that Sister Grace was also being forced to watch the sticky spunking of her face. And it only took a couple more minutes before each of the men's pricks were beginning to pulse.
"Here it comes right into the slutty nun's face!" Joe howled as his cockhead swelled even larger.
"I'm going to cum right up her whorish nose!" Luke's lusty voice answered, then two pricks exploded right into the two sisters' faces.
It was as if the world shifted into slow motion before Mary Celeste's eyes. The piss hole in the end of the cockhead flared and she could see the first drop of white spunk blossoming inside. Then it spurted and arched in the air directly at her face. Her frightened eyes followed it through each fraction of inch of its glide path before it splatted wetly across the tip of her nose. A thick strand of it drooped and formed a long string to swing back across her lips and her chin, wetting everywhere. Then another glob was blasted in her direction, this one with even more power and it struck her at the edge of the wimple on her forehead, staining the cloth before running down her skin onto the bridge of her nose.
The next thick wad of it struck her in the left eye, splashing beyond the open lid to wash over the delicate orb. It stung bitterly and the sight in that eye was gone, so it was with her right eye only that saw the next glob shoot to the side onto her veil. It was a barrage of jism, each shot catching her somewhere about the head, and she watched every bit of it until another thick wad struck her right eye.
Pain stabbed her as spunk dribbled out of the lids and down onto her cheeks to stick in large globs all about the surface of her skin. The final spurts were weak ones, not even reaching her face, rather leaking down to flood over her tits with one dripping into and filling her navel. By the time it was through, her face wore a mask of male cum and much of the front of her body was also awash.
She felt rather than saw the two men step out from between her and the other nun. They must have enjoyed the sight of the cum-marred faces they had left since both of them were laughing loudly in a satisfied way.
"Now lick it off," Luke giggled from somewhere above. "Bathe the other's face with your tongues or we're going to leave that sticky spunk there all day!"
It was the least she could do for her sister, Mary Celeste thought. It had been her fault mostly that the other girl had been caught in the brutal trap of the two men. Sorely, she pushed herself forward, reaching out for the other girl's head, then pulled it up to her lips. Her tongue lapped out, dragging wetly up the cheek of Sister Grace, dragging in thick globs of cum. She swallowed the sticky stuff down and continued lapping, cleansing the other young nun's face with her tongue.
As she washed out Grace's eyes as a mother cat might lick her kitten, she felt Grace's tongue collecting the cum off her own chin and neck. Her face lowered next to Grace's cheek as she continued to lick, and the other nun's mouth sucked cum from the side of Mary Celeste's face.
Their hands were wrapped around each other's head, turning gently as they continued their tongue-baths. Mary Celeste's mouth tasted as if coated in thick jism, but she never faltered until most of Luke's cum was gone. Only their lips remained coated. Instinctively, the lips of the young nuns sought out each other, tongues rolling against each other as they stroked first the lips and then inside.
Hands dropped to shoulders, and they pulled themselves together as the tongue-bath quickly became a deep tonguing kiss. Saliva and cum were awash in their mouths, and they exchanged fuck fluids with the other as their spunk-slickened titties and bellies ground together. Both pussies between spread legs creamed as they touched each other.
"The two bitches like it!" Joe hissed almost in disbelief. "They're fucking each other with their cunts and their mouths."
"Well, let's give them something to see just how much they want to stay together." Luke laughed and yanked at the panting Mary Celeste.
His hands pulled her back, then he forced a large cushion back between their bellies. Grace's eyes flared with frustrated passion as she eagerly looked into the face of her fellow sister, but there was nothing Mary Celeste could do to rejoin their bodies except where they touched along the legs and at the kissing lips of their cunts.
Luke returned with a long rubbercoated fourstrand cord that split once, then again, as he pulled it between the two nuns. Two of the final strands were pushed toward Mary Celeste while the others were led toward the body of Sister Grace. At the end of each strand was a small alligator clip, and the young girls' eyes remained locked to the sharp teeth in the clamps as Joe moved behind each in turn and cuffed their hands into place in the smalls of their backs.
The clips pinched fiercely as they were snapped to Mary Celeste's nipples and it took almost a minute before the small little nubs had gone numb enough to relieve some of the agony. As she watched, the alligator clips of the other two strands were clamped into place on Sister Grace's nipples.
Then Luke was standing over them. "You seem to be getting such a charge by french kissing and pussy-fucking each other, that Joe and I wanted to give you a charge of another kind. When I turn on this little machine over here out of sight, you'll know exactly what I mean. And I ain't gonna turn it off either. In fact, I'm going to continue to increase the power until it shocks the holy shit out of you. Ain't that what nuns got – holy shit? The only way that you will be able to stop it is to get far enough apart that, by pulling in opposite directions, you can pull the alligator clips from your tits."
"But they'll only come off one of us," Sister Grace complained with tears welling into her eyes.
"Then the other one can turn around and use her handcuffed hands to pull the clips from the other's tits. I don't see anything difficult about that," Luke explained with a slobbering smile.
"But our pussy hair," Mary Celeste moaned. "It's all stuck together with that stuff you put down there!"
"That's a problem," Luke laughed. "It ain't just stuck together, dear – it might as well be the same hair. That glue almost welds things together and no amount of pulling is going to make it give way."
"Then we can't do it!" Sister Grace cried. "We won't be able to get apart."
"Oh, I think you will." Luke giggled like an excited child. "You'll be surprised at what you will be able to do when that electricity stai burn your precious little titties until they start to smoke. And if that doesn't do it, I'll just bump up the current until your whole body is shaking itself apart. In fact, the maximum setting on my little machine may just be enough to fry the asses of a couple of slutty nuns – I don't know because it's never been tried."
Luke disappeared, and both he and Joe could be heard moving somewhere out of sight. Then there was a click and a slighi tingle lit up Mary Celeste's nipples as the first dribbles of current began to flow. It wasn't painful – not yet – and she glanced across at Sister Grace's surprised face.
The look of surprise on the youngest girl's face quickly gave way to one of dismay as the current that was flowing into their titties suddenly doubled. Still it was not painful, but gone was the pleasantness, and in its place was a feeling of slight discomfort. She hadn't suffered near as much as Mary Celeste and wasn't as aware that things would probably get much worse.
"Sister Mary Celeste," the frail girl cried, "they're hurting me again! Please make them stop!"
But there was nothing the older girl could do. Her titties also were beginning to burn from the increased flow of the electricity, and, if she knew the men as well as she thought, it was unlikely the torture would stop soon.
The flesh of her tit mounds began to leap about on her chest, driven by the firing of her nerves by the electrical charge. Their tits jerked as if they were being slapped by an invisible hand. Panic settled into the younger girl as the clips with their current seemed to burn her tender nipples, and she tried to jerk back from the equally frightened Mary Celeste.
Both girls screamed as their joined pussy hairs pulled at the flesh around their dripping cunt gashes. Both girls knew that a hellish agony would have to come before they could pull themselves free.
Both girls jerked with their hips almost automatically as the current was increased to an insane level. More pussy hair pulled from the outer fringes of the cunt mbunds and each girl screamed loudly. The pain was too much and the cunt lips slammed back together in spite of the horror that was flooding into their tits.
But as soon as the pulling pain of their cunts was eased, Luke jacked up theflow of the current once more. Mary Celeste's entire chest tightened, making it hard for her to even breathe, and her titties were shaking in agony as if caught in some terrible earthquake. Across from her, Sister Grace shrieked out from the increased torture and tried to throw her hips back once more. Her silky cunt muff strained against the capturing glue, snatching some of her own hair out of her flesh in addition to some of Mary Celeste's.
Now both nuns were screaming at the tops of their lungs from the torture of hair torn from their cunts and from current ripping through their tits. Finally, the weaker Grace seemed to slump into pain's grasp and her body almost collapsed. Gone was the pressure of her hips tugging at the cunt hair, and her whole lean frame seemed to shake from the jolting electricity.
They were going to be shocked to death! Mary Celeste thought wildly. Luke had meant what he said when he had indicated that he would do nothing to relieve their pain. And he was going to increase it until the full load of the electrical power was flowing into their body, perhaps to electrocute them to death. And there was nothing more that she could count on from her frailer sister – Grace's face was locked into horrible submission and she appeared to shake herself to death.
"Nooo!" Mary Celeste screamed as the current was stepped up once more, this time sending her whole body kicking and bucking.
As much as possible, she braced herself for what she knew that she would have to do. As much as the tearing at her pussy hurt, it wouldn't compare with what would happen if they remained where they were and let the current continue to grow. Already it was threatening to lock her lungs in her chest and she knew that she would shortly be knocked out.
Mary Celeste curled her feet up onto the calves of the longer-legged fellow sister and planted her toes firmly on the bones. What she was about to do would take all of the force of her body and all the determination that she could muster up. A hurried prayer ran through her mind, and then she shoved with her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Pussy hair stretched to its extreme but Mary Celeste's kinky cunt fuzz stayed locked to Grace's smoother pelt by the glue that cemented them into one tangled mess. A few strands broke, but most held fast. Mary Celeste's feet pushed again against the other girl's legs as new amounts of the electricity poured into the two tortured naked female bodies.
Suddenly a patch of hair gave way on Mary Celeste, and she shrieked at the pain of the hair pulling out of her skin. At the same time, on the opposite side of the glued tangle, a whole swatch of cunt hair ripped from a half-inch above Sister Grace's slit. Both girls wailed in intense pain as the power through the alligator clips continued to make their titties dance.
More hair ripped from pussy mounds, whole patches of the stuff tearing out by the roots. Each girl thought that all of it must be coming from her own cunt because the pain was so unbearable, but both pussy patches were being equally torn to shreds. Blood spots freckled the sides of both of the cunts now.
Now only the longer hairs growing out of the outer lips of the gashes were all that locked the two girls' crotches together. But these were attached to the most sensitive skin and the tearing of these made them feel that their cunts were being stabbed with knives.
Sister Grace cried as cunt hair was plucked from the tender lips of her pussy gash.
Mary Celeste shrieked as the final strands ripped from the delicate outer lips protecting the slit and cunthole itself.
Then the two girls were apart, both tumbling onto their backs. The cunt patches of both were spotted with bald places where all of the hair had been pulled out. And what remained appeared curiously intermingled. The remaining swatches of Mary Celeste's blonde cunt hair seemed topped by smoother, silkier strands. And the islands of soft, flowing cunt hair that still surrounded Grace's pussy seemed to have been bleached on suddenly long ends.
Still their bodies jolted around on the floor, and Mary Celeste's job was only half-done. She rose to her knees, her body still jerking with her titties quaking like upturned bowls of jelly. She threw herself away from the body of her tortured companion, and the alligator clips flew from her tits. The tiny teeth cut as they went and, at first Mary Celeste thought they had torn her nipples from her tits.
But the shocking electricity was gone. And when she looked down at her titties, the battered and bleeding nipples were still in place.
Across the floor, Sister Grace still thrashed on her back, bruising her hips against cuffed hands and stone floor. Quickly Mary Celeste scrambled to her knees and half-fell over to her friend, where she turned her back to her and felt for her tits.
Biting down on her lower lip until she was tasting blood, she ran her fingers over Grace's titty flesh until she again held the small clips. Her fingers opened them, feeling the shock, and then she threw them aside.
Behind her, the thrashing of Sister Grace's body against her ass quickiy died. One of her friend's long legs was draped over her hip, and Mary Celeste realized that her sister nun had completely passed out. Behind her, she could hear ragged breathing that told her that the younger girl was at least still alive, and as Mary Celeste tried to shift way, she felt a warm wetness spreading over the back of her hips.
The poor tortured girl had completely relaxed in her unconsciousness and her bladder had let go. Piss poured across Mary Celeste's ass, and her nose was filled with its biting odor.
Mary Celeste's head went down to her own naked knees as her mind fought against reality. She had been fucked, corn-holed and throat-fucked, and had been even used as a urinal by her abusers. Now she sat naked, her pussy hair torn out, and she was being pissed on by her unconscious friend.