Sister Bernice lay panting under her brother, her face pushed down into the straw, the warm cum starting to trickle out around her brother's softening cock. Ronny breathed deeply as he lay on her, crushing her with his bulk of bone and muscle. From the way he was breathing, she was almost certain that he'd fallen asleep.
Sister Bernice tried to move. She'd been lying under Ronny for several minutes now, ever since the two of them had exploded together in mutual spasms like a pair of rutting goats. Well, at least Ronny was like a rutting goat. He sure smelled like one. As for herself, could she help it if her cunt had responded… against her will, of course? After all, she was a woman. It was physiological, instinctive even, that her cunt respond to all that rubbing. She had been forced, had been raped again.
She shifted slowly, easing herself out from under her brother. He mumbled something, and she paused. When she dared to move again, she gasped as her brother's cock slipped out of her. He rolled off her then, snoring.
She sat up. Ronny looked like a big baby, his hair in his closed eyes, his nostrils flared as his breath hissed through them, his chest rising and falling evenly, peacefully. For just a moment she thought he looked cute.
Cute nothing, she thought then. He was an animal, a demon. She wouldn't put it past him to murder her if he got angry enough.
She spotted the key ring in the straw next to Ronny's face, and she knew what she had to do. She had to make a break for it now. It might be her only chance.
Moving slowly, carefully, wincing at the rustling of the straw under her, she climbed to her feet, the key ring and keys clutched in her hand. The jism leaked out of her cunt as she stepped toward the door of the cell, tickling the inner surfaces of her thighs. She fitted the key in the lock, holding her breath in the large steel key slicked metallically in the lock mechanism. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see Ronny, grinning like a lunatic, ready to strangle her.
He lay sleeping peacefully, his half-swollen prick twitching on his belly like a fat sausage. It seemed unbelievable that only minutes ago he'd been manhandling her and raping her, unbelievable that he was capable of such cruelty and demonic lust.
Don't get soft, now, she told herself. He's a savage. Get out of here now. Run!
She pushed the door open an inch at a time, almost crying at the growling of the hinges. When she got it open just enough so she could slip through, she did so, then stood on the cold stone of the corridor debating whether to lock him in. She decided against it. She'd been overly lucky so far in not waking him up. Why chance it now that she'd gotten out of the cell? Stealing a last glance at her brother – knowing that she would hopefully never see him again – she tiptoed to the end of the corridor and turned up the stone steps from which she and Ronny had descended.
The steps were a kind of back entrance to the cellblock. She paused at the head of them, peering into the office where she and Sister Francine had been abducted and stripped.
Poor Sister Francine! She wondered how the mother superior was faring. Was the poor woman even still alive? Sister Bernice felt an even greater need to escape now. She would not only be saving her own skin by getting away, but she would be saving Sister Francine and all the other nuns as well. She had to get out, had to get help.
As she tiptoed quickly through the vacant office, she heard horrid sounds coming from elsewhere in the prison. Whoops and shouts, bellows of animal lust, screams of pain. The sounds of hell. The poor sisters were being tortured and abused in ways that couldn't even be imagined.
She ran down the dim hallway toward the big oak door that had admitted her to this house of hell. To her shock of relief, it was still unlocked. In Sister Francine's hurry to find out what was going on, she'd apparently forgotten to lock it when they'd entered. Sister Bernice vaguely remembered that she, herself, had closed the door.
Outside, the night had become even more terrifying. Lightning flickered, a slick blue all around her, giving Sister Bernice fleeting glimpses of the eerily overgrown forest surrounding the prison grounds, of the wide expanse of unattended lawn between the prison and the front gate. She shivered in the wind whipped rain, regretting that she hadn't looked for some sort of clothing before she'd run from the prison. The thunder rumble incessantly, like a prowling giant seeking her out. She noticed the tight in the gatehouse far down at the end of the drive, and she remembered the young nun who had opened the gate.
Could it be that the good sister down there was yet unaware of what had happened up here in the prison? Could it be that there was a phone down in the gatehouse, a phone to call for help?
Without hesitation, she sprinted down the asphalt drive, her tits flopping violently, rainwater streaming down her naked body. As she ran, she began to warm up. She was nearly to the gatehouse when she saw that the gate was wide open, still unclosed. What should she do, stop at the gatehouse or sprint right past it and down the black road outside?
Her question was answered for her. Suddenly a figure stepped out of the gatehouse and moved quickly to shut the gate. In a flicker of lightning, she saw that the figure wore a nun's habit and veil. She felt a surge of [missing text].
"Sister," she called. "Oh, Sister, thank God!"
The nun spun around just in time to catch Sister Bernice as she nearly collapsed, her heart pounding frantically, her lungs and throat raw from her sprint.
"Oh, Sister, we must get help! It's terrible, ghastly!" Sister Bernice stumbled toward the gatehouse, gasping for breath as the nun supported her.
"Now, now, Sister," whispered the nun. "Take it easy. Everything will be all right."
But the moment Sister Bernice looked through the open door of the gatehouse, she knew that everything wasn't going to be all right. The scene she glimpsed nearly caused her to faint.
A young woman lay on her back on the floor of the gatehouse, her arms and legs spread out as if shackled by invisible bonds. A slimy whitish and reddish fluid was pooled between the woman's battered thighs, and her tits were spotted with dozens of black and blue marks. The woman's face was smeared with a brownish paste, and her slack mouth was filled with more of the brownish substance. The smell of shit and piss in the gatehouse made Sister Bernice gag. Without thinking, she whirled around and bolted past the figure in the nun's habit, knocking the figure to its knees in the process.
"Goddamn you, bitch!" the figure yelled, and suddenly he was up and charging after her. He caught her as she was frantically trying to climb the rusty hon gate, and, he flung her down in the long grass beside the drive.
She writhed on her belly, shedding tears of anger and fear and hopelessness. The grass was miserably wet and itchy. She was freezing, the rain pouring down on her. The vicious teen in nun's clothing stood between her legs, digging his bare toes into her crotch, tearing at her pussymeat with his sharp, horny toenails.
"Juicy bitch," he muttered. "Sexy bitch ass!" He fell on her then, lifting his skirts and driving his red-hot cock between her legs. His cock slipped inside her jism-lubricated cunt as it sucked in magnetically.
Sister Bernice blubbered, squirming as his red-hot prick knifed in and out of her. She wanted to die, couldn't bear anymore of this abuse. Was she nothing more than a fuck machine, a sex-doll, a depository for the white slime that spurted from this male fuck-tool?
"Yeahhh!" the teen groaned as if in answer. "Yeah, yeah, yeah?" He fucked at her rapidly, his hard belly whacking her naked ass.
The sensation was weird. The teen was dressed in a nun's habit with only the skirt raised. She could feel only his belly and thighs naked against her. Up above she felt only his habit, and his veil fell over her cheeks like a blanket.
"Uh, uh, uh!" he grunted, humping her, grinding out her pussy. "Fuck, oh, fuck!" He chewed into the back of her neck, and Sister Bernice gasped, her left shoulder needled with goosebumps. As he continued to fuck her, her pussy began to respond, filling with heat, with tension, beginning to undulate and squeeze.
"I can't help it," she whimpered. "Oh, God, I can't help it!" She wiggled her ass, turning it up high, begging for more.
"Hot bitch baby!" the teen growled. "I'm gonna fuck you all night. Ahhhh, uhhh!"
She heard excited voices over the rumble of the thunder and the hiss of the rain, and the voices increased in loudness until she could hear them plainly. She looked up and saw at least a half-dozen dark figures charging toward her, their white bodies glowing an ungodly shade with each lightning flash. And she could make out their rampant cocks, too – their ever-hard, ever-lusting cocks – cocks that wagged and snapped like billy clubs as they ran, cocks that all looked like gigantic tusks growing out of their skinny adolescent loins.
"He got her! Roscoe got bet!"
"Oh, fuck, good!" shouted Ronny, charging to the front of the naked group.
Roscoe paid them no attention, fucking away as if he hadn't fucked in ten years.
The teens grouped around like a pack of excited coyotes, all of them tugging on their rampant pricks as they watched Roscoe fuck.
"What're you fucking?" Ronny asked.
"Bitch," Roscoe muttered. "Hot bitch."
"I mean ass or cunt. Which one?"
"Pussy."
Ronny stroked Sister Bernice's lips with his big toe. "Good. Her ass is mine." He rammed his toe in her mouth and made her suck it. "Lick 'em all off."
Sister Bernice sucked on each of his toes in turn, then choked as he stuffed all the toes of his right foot into her mouth. His toenails cut her lips, gouged the inside of her mouth and her tongue.
"Hold off a second, Roscoe," Ronny said. "Get underneath her. Let me have her ass."
"Fuck that," Roscoe muttered. "This is my favorite way of doing it."
"You've had her enough like that, ya fucking hog. Now roll off and get underneath her before I shove my fist up your ass!"
"Jesus Christ, all right!" Roscoe yanked his cock out of her and rolled off her to lay on his back. "Fucking wet grass!"
"What're you complaining about? You're wrapped up all nice and warm?" Ronny picked up Sister Bernice and sat her on top of Roscoe's middle.
"Yeah, Roscoe," said one of the other teens. "And ya make a damn foxy nun."
"Shut up, Carter!" Roscoe snapped, and all the teens, including Carter, chuckled.
Roscoe bent up his cock to vertical, and Ronny lifted Sister Bernice and made her sit on his big prick. His hot cylinder of fuckmeat sank into her pussyhole so easily that Sister Bernice experienced the weird feeling that her cunt and his prick had been coupled all her life. Ronny pushed her down then, forcing her to lie on Roscoe.
Roscoe immediately wrapped his arms around her head and mashed their mouths together. His slippery tongue burst into her mouth like a fat eel. His eyes glinted up at her. As his tongue slipped down her throat, her mouth filled with tingles. His spit was surprisingly sweet, like apple juice. The teen bucked up and down, knifing his cock in and out of her.
"Take it easy, brother," Ronny said as he kneeled between their spread legs. "Don't blow your load yet." As Roscoe slowed his fucking, Ronny reached down and lubricated his hand with the juices leaking out of Sister Bernice's cunt and dripping off Roscoe's balls. He spread the slimy cuntjuice and jism up and down Sister Bernice's asscrack, then apparently used some of the stuff to grease and masturbate his own cock.
Sister Bernice could hear the squishing of her brother's hand as it moved up and down his cock. Around her, the other teens were masturbating to the same rhythm.
As Ronny mounted her, rubbing his slippery fucker up and down her asscrack, she tried to talk, wanted to beg him not to do it, but Roscoe's tongue choked her, stuffing the words back down her throat, and she knew it would be futile to resist.
"Up her shitter," one of the teens said as he got to his knees in front of her, his sinewy hand listing his big, lube-dripping cock.
"Bugger that bitch!" another teen mumbled. And suddenly all the on looking teens were muttering excitedly, their hands jerking faster on their cocks. One teen grunted, cursed, and fired his load onto the weedy pass. As the lightning flickered, his cum-wads resembled fireworks as they arced through the air.
Ronny grunted, grinding his cockhead against Sister Bernice's asspucker. Sister Bernice twisted her head out of Roscoe's embrace so that she could gnaw on her fist instead of on Roscoe's tongue. As Ronny's fucker spread open her asspucker, she felt nothing but fire in her asshole. She was sure that her tender shitter had split in fifty places. She had no choice to resist the complete entry of her brother's cock into her body, because it slipped inside her ass in one slicing thrust. As her brother's belly collided with her ass, as his pubic hair tickled her widely gaping pucker, as his enormous fuck-tusk stretched her asshole longer and wider than she had thought possible, she bit so hard into her wrist that she drew blood. A groan of agony bubbled out of her mouth along with her spit.
"Give it to her!" a teen shouted, beating faster on his cock. "Bugger the shit outa the hitch!"
And Ronny's cock began to slide, to plunge in and out.
Sister Bernice grunted, her asshole nearly cramping as it clutched at the huge cock buggering her shithole. As Ronny's cock moved, in and out with longer strokes, Roscoe resumed his fucking underneath her, jerking his cock in short, rapid strokes in and out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she whined, sandwiched between the two grunting youths. "Ohhhh, Godddd!"
"God won't help you now!" someone yelled.
Ronny fucked her ass, pounding his hard belly against it, driving his cock faster and faster in her shithole. Roscoe squirmed and bucked underneath her, his eyes rolled back, his head twisting from side to side. The teen resembled a demon. It was as if be had become possessed in his state of frantic lust.
"I feel your prick moving in there," Ronny said. "Ream 'er out, buddy. We'll make her cunt and ass just one big wide-open hole. Ahhh, ahhhhh!" He growled with lust, buggering her faster, fucking her shitter until the fire was shooting through her intestines.
"Eat this, bitch!" The teen kneeling in front of her moved closer, dangling his balls over Roscoe's face as he rammed his dripping cock against Sister Bernice's mouth.
Sister Bernice couldn't have resisted even if she'd wanted to. She had no strength left anymore. It didn't pay to care. Where had worry and care ever gotten her? Where had doing what she thought was proper ever gotten her? Right here, here on her belly in the pouring autumn rain, here sandwiched between two savagely fucking teens who were raping both her asshole and cunthole, here with a third huge cock burning her lips, bubbling fucklube down her chin. Her mouth went slack and the third cock entered her body, its fat prickhead ramming her tonsils and sliding down her throat.
She gagged, her head jerking as the teen pumped his cum in and out. The spit gushed out of her and ran down over the teen's flapping balls. Roscoe cursed as her spit dripped onto his face, but what could she do about it? She was as powerless to prevent the spit from leaking out of her mouth as she was to prevent the pussyjuice from running out of her fucked cunt, or the ass-juices from leaking out of her buggered shithole. All she could do was squirm, her body responding to the slicing of the big cocks in and out of her shithole and cunt.
The teen fucking her face grabbed her by the hair and plunged his cock harder, faster. "Suck it! Lick it with your bitch tongue! Come on, baby, pleasure my big prick!"
She grunted, choked, flapped her tongue wildly and blindly the huge fucker as it reamed out her throat. The teen responded with animal-like grunts and moans of pleasure. His prick throbbed, vibrated, sending prickly sensations through her lips and mouth, arousing her lust to suck.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh!" moaned the deliriously humping youth in front of her. "Suck that mother! Blow that big prick!"
Three cocks pistoned in her body, screwed her three fuckholes, caused similar sensations in her mouth and asshole and cunt. She'd never realized that her mouth and asshole were just as sexually excitable as was her cunt.
She'd never imagined such stuffed, stretched, tight, throbbing feelings were possible. Three big cocks moved inside her body simultaneously. She grunted, moaned, writhed between Ronny and Roscoe. Her ass twitched, rotated.
Bugger me, fuck me! she thought. Oh, do it! Harder, deeper, faster! She squirmed with such fury that she thought she was going to have a heart attack or stroke. The heat mushroomed in her head, surged through her body. Fuck! she screamed in her mind, grunting like a sow. Fuck, you horny devils, fuck!
"Ohhhhh, shit!" Ronny groaned. "Skin that prick! Pop the knob off it, you slut bitch! Ughhh, uhhhh!" He bore down, fucking madly, grinding his prick into her again and again and again.
Underneath her Roscoe bucked up and down, as if he were fighting for his life. His prick fucked her pussy just as rapidly as Ronny's cock was buggering her ass.
"Give it to her!" Ronny gasped. "I can feel your prick sliding inside her! Oh, fuck, wild! Hump, you bastard, hump!" As Roscoe bucked more frantically, Ronny followed his own advice and fucked faster.
Their two big pricks sizzled inside Sister Bernice. Her loins surged with flame, with fuck sensation. Her fuckmeat pulsated, stimulated, swelled, tightened. She was going to come now regardless of what happened. She'd already passed the point of no return. She chomped down into the prick of the youth grinding out her throat.
"Ohhhhh, Christ!" he gasped. "Jesus damn!" His fucker swelled, stretching her lips even farther. His big rod of bone-hard cockmeat vibrated, every vein on his prickshaft ballooning. As the huge fuck monster flexed in her throat, a torrent of scalding fuck-cream spurted down her gullet, gagging her with its force and profusion. "Awwww!" the teen groaned. "Arghhhh!"
Her head filled with the scent and taste of cum. She became instantly drunk on it, drugged, delirious. She sucked like a calf at a cow's tit, drinking down the rich load of teenage fuck-cream. She wanted all of it, wanted all he could give her. As the teen's jism gushed down her throat, her cunt exploded with spasms of orgasm, and the two teen's reaming her cried out as if they were being scourged. She could hardly think anymore, but she was still sane enough, still conscious enough to realize that molten cum was spurting repeatedly into her loins – up her asshole, up her cunt.
Ronny ground his belly against her ass, grunting like a mad bull as he poured his seething load up her shithole. Roscoe panted and muttered under her, squirting round after round of sizzling jism up her cunt. The teen fucking her throat sagged down, sitting on helpless Roscoe's face as his spent prick started to soften in Sister Bernice's mouth.
She sucked, not wanting to let his fat prick go, wanting to suck on his tasty slab of cockmeat forever. Her loins still pulsated with the warm thrills of her subsiding orgasm, and the two cocks in her crotch-holes still throbbed, oozing warm cream into her. She humped slowly, milking their cocks dry, wiggling her ass.
"Piss in her!" someone yelled.
"Fill 'er up!" another teen shouted.
Sister Bernice braced herself. No! She would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been stuffed. You can't! Oh, please!
But they could, and they did.
She choked on the piss gushing down her throat, but the teen who was feeding her forced her to hold her mouth shut and to swallow every drop of the acidic, foul-tasting fluid. She'd never tasted anything worse. Her eyes watered, the piss fumes rushing out through her nose. She swallowed repeatedly, sure that the surging load of piss would never stop coming.
The two pricks in her crotch-holes quivered as they gushed their piss into her. Hot piss ran out of her asshole and cunt. It was disgusting, perverted, sinful, what they were doing to her.
No woman deserved this, especially not a nun, a woman of God.
As the piss streamed into her loins, she felt her fuckholes fill with heat, felt them tighten and squeeze at the cocks violating her. As the two half-hard pricks finally slid out of her, she shuddered, her loins suddenly pulsating with a mild orgasm. She tried to hold herself still, didn't want any of the teens to know she was coming again. They'd call her a whore, a slut. But she couldn't help it. Her body was responding. What could she do about it?
The rain poured down on her with renewed fury as they pulled her to her knees. The lightning blinded her and the thunder shook the very ground she was kneeling on as a hard cock was rammed down her throat.
As she sucked the teen standing before her, another teen kneeled in back of her and drove his cock up her asshole without even bending her over. The two teens fought for her tits as they raped her ass and face, mauling her big tits, yanking and twisting her nipples. She squealed with pain, but the teens kept fucking her, kept torturing her tits.
Rain cascaded down the washboard belly undulating in front of her face. Rain-water ran along his plunging cock and into her mouth. The rain tasted good and she swallowed it greedily, washing the taste of piss out of her throat.
She heard more voices, more whoops and shouts, and she knew that more teens were leaving the prison to see what all the excitement was about down here at the gate. Cum exploded down her throat. Cum spurted into her asshole. The teens who had used her tossed her aside, and three more teens immediately grabbed her, forcing her down on her hands and knees like a sow. She arched up, gasping, as a prick plunged into her jism-filled asshole. A teen shoved his ass in her face, ordering her to lick it out. She felt hot wads of cum pelting her back like molten wax. They were jacking off on her, fucking her, rubbing their asses in her face. The scent of the teens was like the scent of a barnyard. Hot lips wrapped around her tits and sucked.
Cum gushed into her, splashed down on her, ran out of her. She was filled with cum, was bathing in it. The rain let up, and the teens smeared their sticky fuck-fluid all over her body. Licking off a teen's cock, she came again, moaning and shuddering, not caring anymore whether the teens saw her pleasure or not.
"What a bitch!" a teen shouted, and although she couldn't see him, she recognized his voice. It was her brother. It was Ronny.
And she knew he was right. She was a bitch. And she was getting finally what she'd always wanted – cock, as much as she could handle. "What a bitch!" Ronny repeated, and Sister Bernice smiled.