Sister Eve enjoyed whipping naked bays when they got erections during the whipping. And then she thrashed them but good, sometimes tearing little strips of flesh off their bleeding backs with expert flicks of the leather strap. The teens would scream like girls then, and hot juice would bubble out of Sister Eve's young cunt, and she would tremble with such excitement that she could hardly stand up.
Sister Francine, looking on as supervisor or coach, would smirk vaguely, her usually severe red face softening just enough to let Sister Eve know that she was doing well, and Sister Eve would scourge the hanging youth with renewed strength, causing him to black out. That would end the fun, because one couldn't very well torture an unconscious teen. They would cut him down then and throw him back onto the piss-smelling straw of his stone-floored cell. The naked teens in adjacent cells, hugging their bony knees and trying to warm themselves against the damp drafts, would cower and remain silent, not daring to even turn an eye the wrong way lest Sister Francine single them out for the next whipping.
"Filthy beast," Sister Francine said now, gazing with a disgusted frown at the naked youth hanging unconscious from the rough wooden beams of the stone chamber. "Smells like a goat, doesn't he?"
"Yes, Sister." Sister Eve wrinkled her nose to show the older nun that she agreed completely.
"Cut the pig down."
"Yes, Sister." Sister Eve pulled the hunting knife from the leather sheath attached to her belt. She had to step up on a shaky wooden stool in order to cut the teen down. They hung the teens high because their bodies always stretched during the hanging, and letting their filthy toes touch, the floor wouldn't do. It was extra exciting to see a teen swaying freely in the air while he was being thrashed.
The ropes broke before she had cut all the way through them, and the teen collapsed onto the straw-padded floor, knocking his head on the stool as he hit. He groaned, his eyes opening slightly. Sister Francine placed the raised sole of her black shoe on the teen's swollen brown ballsac and twisted her foot. The teen arched up, gasping, his eyes wide open. Sister Francine removed her foot and the teen slumped back, eyes closing as he apparently slipped back into a faint.
Sister Francine's face remained expressionless. "Such a weak sex, and so utterly worthless. I don't see why God ever made them. Drag him back to his cell. Here, I'll help you." She grabbed a handful of the youth's shaggy brown hair while Sister Eve grabbed him by one arm, and they dragged him out into the dim stone passageway that led back to the cell-blocks.
"Hope to God I don't catch lice," Sister Francine muttered.
They returned to Sister Francine's office on the ground floor of St. Michael's Reformatory. Sister Eve was glad to get out of the basement where the cells were… even thought she intended to sneak back down there for some quick fun once the old bat left for the airport. She couldn't understand why every last teen hadn't died of pneumonia, down there without heat, naked and half starved. They were all so skinny, all bone and muscle, not a trace of fat on them. It was a wonder their cocks hadn't shriveled up and fallen off. But if anything, their cocks appeared to become larger as their bodies became leaner. Sister Eve closed her eyes and thought of their cocks as Sister Francine's hot wet tongue twisted inside her cunt.
"Mmm!" she sighed, wiggling her ass, rubbing her crotch in Sister Francine's face.
Sister Francine slipped her tongue out and sat back on her heels. Her red face was slimy with Eve's pussyjuice. "Behave now, darling. We can't have pussycream, delicious as it is, staining my habit now, can we? The taxi will be here in a few minutes. I don't have time to change."
"I'll try to stay still, Sister. It's just that you're so good at it, I can hardly control myself."
Sister Francine's face softened, almost smiled. "Well, try."
"Yes, Sister." Eve braced herself, leaning her bare ass against the big wooden desk, spreading her legs a little wider. If it weren't for this damned black skirt she was holding up above her waist, she'd be able to brace her hands on the desk.
Sister Francine spread Eve's cuntlips with her thumbs and licked between them. The starched visor of the mother superior's black veil filed against Eve's tender belly skin. This was so awkward, Eve though, trying to make it with their habits on.
"Oh, that's good," Eve said, urging the mother superior on. "Oh, yes, lick it like that! Mmm!"
Sister Francine breathed heavily through her nose as she slurped at Eve's dripping pussy. She got her lips between Eve's cuntlips and sucked, at the same time driving her tongue in deep.
Eve felt hot tingles swarm through her crotch like fire-ants. As the sensations spread through her asshole, she couldn't help but to start humping at Sister Francine's face again. The older nun growled, sucking, slurping, gnawing. Eve felt electrical tingles all the way down to her toes, which were wiggling inside her black nun's shoes.
"Oh, I'm coming!" Eve gasped. "Oh, Sister, oooh!" She rubbed her ass against the edge of the desktop, looked down at the red faced nun eating her out, twisted her head and moaned with pleasure. Her cunt contracted spastically. She felt like collapsing and rolling herself, into a ball.
A buzz resounded through the high ceiling office and Eve's heart jumped. She almost cursed at the interruption of her pleasure, but caught herself in time. Sister Francine would not tolerate swearing.
"Oh, keep sucking!" Sister Eve moaned, still shivering with spasms. "Please, Sister… oh, my!"
Sister Francine sucked powerfully, causing Sister Eve's eyes to become glassy, then pushed Eve away and staggered to her feet. "Sorry, my dear, but I must be off."
The older nun moved behind her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a white handkerchief, which she used to wipe the cunt-slime off her cheeks and lips. One of Eve's black pussy hairs still dung to the mother superiors chin, but Eve didn't mention it.
Sister Francine pulled her black cape off the hanger in the corner of the room and wrapped it around her shoulders. She began to fasten the snaps. "Well, this is it. I shall be back tomorrow evening. I trust you can handle things, my dear."
"You can count on me, Sister." Sister Eve straightened her dropped skirt and stood up straight.
"I know I can, darling. Now remember, nobody, absolutely nobody is to know I've gone. I don't care who calls, even the governor. If anybody wants to talk to me, I'm indisposed and cannot by any means be disturbed until tomorrow evening, that is."
"Yes, Sister."
"The only other person who knows I'm going is Sister Raphael down by the gate. Absolutely none of the other nuns are to know. You're in charge. Maintain absolute discipline. None of the inmates are to be released from their cells while I'm away… for any reason. Is that clear?"
"Absolutely, Sister."
Sister Francine lifted her black traveling bag from the desk. "Don't I get a goodbye kiss?"
"Why of course, Sister." Sister Eve quickly delivered a juicy kiss to the older nun's lips. Their tongues met and Sister Eve felt a tingle in her crotch despite her loathing at kissing the mother superior.
"I'm off," Sister Francine said, and Sister Eve rushed to the door to open it for her superior.
They strode down the back hallway, their heels clomping on the hardwood floor, and Sister Eve pushed open the back door to show the mother superior out.
The headlights of the idling taxi beamed through the darkness and pouring rain. Sister Eve ran to the rear door of the taxi and flung it open. Sister Francine slid in with remarkable agility. The mother superior wasn't quite as old as Sister Eve sometimes viewed her, in her middle thirties, that was all.
"Should have thought to bring an umbrella," Sister Francine mumbled.
"I'll fetch one, Sister."
"Nonsense. Get back inside before you catch yourself a death of cold. See you tomorrow evening. And remember what I've instructed."
"Yes, Sister." Sister Eve slammed shut the taxi door and ran back to the hallway. She stood in the doorway until the glowing taillights of the taxi had paused down the drive at the front gate, then had disappeared into the wretched wet night.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and Sister Eve slammed shut the back door and locked it. She laughed out loud as she half skipped down the poorly lit hallway. For the next 24 hours this hell-hole was all hers… and she was going to make the most of it. By the time she reached Sister Francine's private stairway to the lower dungeons, her pussy was throbbing and warm juice was trickling down between her legs.
Cock, she thought. When was the last time she'd tasted cock? Not for a year, not since she'd made the mistake of her life and had volunteered fort duty at this prison. Prison was the perfect word for this place, because it was a prison not only for the studs down in the dungeons but for the nuns as well. She'd volunteered for duty here because she'd been bored to death with life in the convent, and because the idea of guarding fifty or so incorrigible teenage males had excited her. What a mistake she'd made! Here it was, going on a year since she'd arrived, and the closest she'd gotten to any stud was when she delivered the whippings. Sure, she got to see a lot of prick, but she'd never gotten near to touching one. Well, tonight that would change.
She entered the nearest cellblock by Sister Francine's private door and immediately pressed the intercom button above the light switch to the right as she entered. "Report."
"Sister Marie on duty, cellblock H, Sister. Everything quiet."
"Fine. You may go to your room until midnight, darling. I shall watch over things here."
"Yes, Sister. Thank you."
Sister Eve sighed with relief. She'd never tried the voice imitation on anyone else, had only practiced it alone in her room. It sounded good to her, but there'd been no way of knowing how it would sound to someone else. Well, apparently it sounded authentic.
The intercom hissed. "Sister Francine? Mother?"
Sister Eve punched the button, her heart fluttering. "Yes, Sister Marie."
"Might I bring you down a pot of tea? You sound as if you're getting a touch of cold."
"Thank you, Sister, but no. I'm quite all right. Report back at your station at midnight, not before."
"Yes, Sister."
Sister Eve waited a full minute before she was satisfied that Sister Marie had left her post outside the cellblock H entrance and had gone up to her room. Then she began to undress, starting with her shoes.
Curious faces peered out at her from behind the bars of the half-dozen cells of cellblock H. The teens, each in his separate cage, resembled a bunch of zoo animals or wild men. The teens all had hair that had been let grow wild like weeds. Every six months or so they were shorn like sheep, but in between times their hair grew thick and unruly. And they stank like animals, lying all day and night in the straw that padded the stone floors of their cells, pissing and shitting into buckets which were collected but once a day, washing and drinking from another small bucket. Each teen was dragged out of his cell and hosed down every two weeks, allowing a lot of fifth to build up between hosings. This cellblock, like the other seven cellblocks at St. Michael's, smelled like a barn, smelled of piss and shit and sweat. Sister Eve always had to hold her nose at first when she entered the cellblock, but after a short time she would get used to the smell, and then she would begin to like it, to thrive on it. The raunchy smell of young male excited her to no end.
The teens had all crawled to the front of their cells and were pressing their faces between the bars. Sister Eve hung her veil from a peg in the stone wall and turned toward them, sucking in her gut and thrusting forward her tits. Her nipples tingled, hot spikes in the dank air. Despite the heat raging through her naked body, she shivered in the drafty cold.
The teens gawked at her. As she looked down the row of cells she saw six sets of huge, monkeylike eyes reflecting the dim orange light of the cellblock. It was as if they'd never seen a nude girl before. The teen down at the far end grunted, and Eve was stunned to see white spurts of his jism shoot between the bars of his cell and land with audible splats on the stone floor of the narrow corridor. Fascinated, she moved over to watch him at close range. He was beating off, grunting, shivering, his glazed eyes combing her nude body. She lifted her foot and stroked the head of his spasming, cock with her big toe. Hot, sticky jism pelted her shin and instep and she squealed with excitement.
"Lick it off," she ordered the panting teen. "Damn you, clean off my foot." As the trembling teen lapped at her foot like a puppy, she rubbed her hands in the hot jizz that was trickling down her inner thighs and mused about how good it felt to cum again. She felt free again. It had been so long. She felt like screaming and shouting. She had to keep things relatively quiet, though, lest they hear her in cellblock G.
She moved over to the gawking, masturbating youth in the next cell. "What's the matter, shithead? Never seen tits before? Bet you'd like to suck on 'em, wouldn't you?" She jiggled her tits, squatted down and let them quiver just inches from the teen's straining tongue. She smirked. Goddamn if he wasn't going to rip the skin off his cheeks trying to shove his head between the bars! She caught some cunt cream and smeared it on his face, then shoved her tit into his mouth.
The teen sucked twice and exploded, his hot cum splatting all over his belly. She fell back, laughing, watching the teen grip a cell bar to keep from toppling over in his spastic frenzy. He shot a profuse load, some of it hitting her legs.
Horny monkey, she thought. Stupid little shit. She was enjoying this. These studs were hot, hotter than any of the studs she'd made it with in high school. Couldn't blame them, though. Some of these fuckers had gone years without seeing anything more of a woman than her hands and face.
The teen in the next cell was standing up, a cocky smirk on his face, his hands gripping the bars next to his shoulders, his loins pressed to the front of his cage, his crowbar cock thrust out into the corridor. Sister Eve gazed up at him, watching his cock throb, watching it flick off gobs of fucklube. His balls were the size of golf balls and straining to burst from his brown sac. His huge balls twisted and turned as if alive.
What a gorgeous hunk of teenaged meat! And what a devil, what a barbarian! In the old days they would have made him a God, would have put him on a pedestal and worshipped him. Beautiful golden hair, like the rays of the sun, bushed around his head. He wasn't tall, just average in height, but he appeared tall, and strong as a young bull.
Sister Eve shivered. Lord, what she wouldn't give to couple with that fierce eyed Goliath! That arm-thick prick of his had to be at least eight inches long, maybe nine. She wished she had a ruler. A rush of sensation flooded her tightening cunt and she squeezed her legs together again and again. Christ, she was horny! She really ought to jerk off before she did something foolish… like trying to fuck that slab of prickmeat through the bars.
The teen shoved his foot through the bars and stroked her own foot. Such a large, filthy foot. Such a muscular calf, fine golden hairs gracing the smooth skin. The teen flexed his cock, and her gazed moved up, glued to his throbbing fucker. She felt all hot and rubbery, felt as if she were wilting, melting. Hot pussycream oozed from between her cuntlips and she shimmied her legs together, working her tightly swollen cuntlips against each other.
"I love you," the teen whispered.
Sister Eve laughed sharply, although she felt quite weak. "Don't be ridiculous."
"I wanna fuck you."
"That I believe. What's your name, pig?"
"Seven-seven-five-three-one-R, Sister."
"I can see that from the tag around your neck, ding dong. I mean your baptismal name, or have you forgotten it?"
"Ronny," the teen said, showing perfect white teeth. He flexed his cock again. "Why don't you back up to the cell and rub against my fuck rod?"
"Foolish guy!"
"Afraid, Sister?"
"Of what? All I've gotta do is press that intercom button and every guard in the building will be down here in thirty seconds."
"So fuck me, then. I know you wanna do it. I'll be good. Just sink your pretty cunt down on my prick. I ain't fucked in so long."
And neither have I, Sister Eve thought. She watched his big cock flex again, and she knew she was going to do it. What could it hurt? She'd intended to come down here and give a few blowiobs, taste a little fuck-cream, jerk off a lot, tease the teens until they crawled the walls. But she hadn't intended to fuck; that would be too dangerous. She'd have to turn her back on a stud to accomplish the feat. And yet, she'd really known from the moment she'd conceived of her plan that she was going to fuck, that she was going to take the chance, deep in her mind she'd known it.
"One wrong move and you'll get a thrashing that'll rip every scrap of skin off your mangy body, and don't you forget it."
"Yes, Sister." The teen's cock danced, fucklube dripping from his pricktip, its veins bulging along his cockshaft like blue snakes.
Sister Eve got up slowly, turned her back on the teen, and bent forward. Arching her back, turning her ass up high, she looked over her left shoulder as she backed up toward the teen's waiting cock. There was an excruciating stillness in the cellblock. All the teens seemed to be holding their breaths. She was aware only of the sounds of hands jerking up and down leaking pricks as the on looking teens masturbated shamelessly. She reached back and grasped what she could of the teen's huge prick in her left hand. It was so thick and slippery that she had a hard time holding onto it. Cock-veins tickled her palm. She felt the vibrating strength of his prick and felt weak in the knees. She swallowed, pressing her upturned cunt against his dripping cockhead. Both she and the teen groaned.
"Fuck yourself on it," the teen panted. "Quick!"
"Move back a little," she said, and as the teen obeyed her, she pressed her throbbing ass against the cold steel bars. The teen thrust his cock against her wet crotch, spreading her cuntlips with his enormous prickhead. She gasped from the stretch. This was a huge cock! "Shove it in. Oh, God!"
His big cock stuffed her cunt. She shivered from head to toe, feeling the pressure of the teen's entry even up in her chest. As the teen's cock began to move in and out of her, she could hardly stand up. She was melting, her entire body pulsating with heat and fuck sensation.
"Oh, my God, yesss!" she moaned. "Do it, angel! Give it to me!" She rotated her ass, churning her cunt on the teen's cock as he slipped its vein rippling length out of her. She heard whimpering, looked to her right, saw ropes of white cum hurling out of one of the cells. The thick jizz splatted on the stone floor, glistening in fat puddles. Eve's mouth watered. She could smell cum in the air now. The potent alkaline scent of it was beginning to overwhelm even the smells of sweat and piss. She drooled, her tits bouncing, her ass bucking as she fucked his big slippery cock. She wouldn't be long in coming, that was for certain.
The teen's prick popped out of her and she groaned, staggered. "Shove it back in, shithead!"
"This is no good," the teen said. "I wanna feel you – all of you. I wanna rub against your tits and your skin. I wanna wrap myself around you, fuck you good, feel you all naked and hot in my arms."
Sister Eve wheeled around. "That's impossible. Now shove it back in and get yourself off."
The teen sat down on his straw bed, lazily jacking on his shiny cock, spreading his legs and gazing up at her with a seductive expression. He leaned back on one elbow, all the muscles of his lean body tense as he worked on his cock. "Come on in, Sister, and lay with me. We'll fuck like a couple of wildcats, rub all that, naked skin against each other, feel real good."
Sister Eve felt the impulse to bawl with frustration. "But I can't. Now get back up here and fuck me!"
"Can't," the teen said, giving her a pout, and he looked so harmless and vulnerable suddenly that Sister Eve felt a surge of confidence.
What the hell, she thought. She could handle him. He was too weak from lack of food to pose much of a threat. And after so much time being locked up, after so many beatings, he was probably as tame as a kitten. The threat of what would happen to him if he made a wrong move would surely ensure that he'd behave. Besides, she was in charge of this place for now.
She moved a few steps to where her clothes were hanging and removed her key ring and hunting knife from her belt. She clutched the hunting knife tightly as she opened the cell door. The teen watched her passively, a stunned look on his face as if he couldn't believe this was actually happening. She entered the cell, leaving the key in the door and the door slightly ajar.
"One wrong move and I'll cut off your balls," she said, brandishing the knife.
"Yes, Sister." The teen sat up.
"Lie back down, I'll be the one on top. And remember, one false move and you've had it."
She sat on the teen's cock, straddling his loins. As she sank down on the arm-like monster with its fist-sized prickhead, her eyes rolled back and her toes curled under. This was surely the largest cock she'd ever fucked, and she wished she had a mirror now so she could watch the big thing move in and out of her body. The teen lay back passively, squirming a little as she rode him, his blue eyes rolled back, his blond head twisting from side to side on the yellow straw.
He was muscular and sexy even lying down, his chest squared and defined, his small nipples brown and erect, his rectangular abdominal segments undulating as he writhed and thrust. His hands moved up slowly, and once Eve was certain that he wasn't up to something, she let him play with her tits. He tweaked her nipples with rough thumbs, causing her cunt to contract and leak juices. He massaged her heavy tits, then pinched her nipples. When she didn't object, he began to stretch and twist her nipples roughly. Hot thrills shot from Sister Eve's tits to her cunt. She gasped, riding faster.
"Come down on me, Sister. Let me feel all of you."
Eve pressed the tip of the knife to the teen's throat, nearly slicing open the skin where an artery pulsed. "Just remember, I'll use this if I have to."
"You won't have to," the teen said with a warm chuckle. His hands moved down her flanks and stroked her lower back.
She eased herself down on him, lying on him full-length, feeling the hardness of his male body under her. She smelled his sweat more strongly now, and the male aroma made her slightly dizzy. She was bathing herself in maleness. It was fantastic. It had been so long. God, why had she ever entered the sisterhood?
The teen's ass bounced. His cock knifed in and out of her cunt. She was leaking pussyjuice on his balls. She squirmed on top of him, rubbing her tits against him madly, licking and biting his neck, his square jaw. Their mouths met and his fat tongue wriggled in her throat.
She licked his tongue, sucked on it, swallowed his apple-tasting spit and drooled her own into his mouth. They were melting into each other, becoming one flesh.
The teen's muscular arms wrapped around her, his hands massaging up and down her smooth back as she writhed. She wiggled her ass, contracted her cunt, fucked the big cock that was fucking her.
"Mmmmm, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Oh, yes!"
The teen fucked harder, his ass bucking. If he hadn't been bear-hugging her, she would have been thrown off him. Suddenly she was aware of hot fluid pelting her ass. The teen in the adjacent cell was grunting, was shooting his load through the wall of bars that separated the two cells. The sticky jism leaked down into her asscrack and greased her twitching asspucker. Ronny's fingers spread the jism on her ass. One of his fingers rubbed up and down her asscleft, greased itself in jism, and slipped up her shithole.
Eve gasped, burning tingles filling her asshole. As the teen's cock plunged in and out of her cunt, his finger fucked her asshole. She couldn't believe the feeling, had forgotten that anything could feel so good.
"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, God, yes! Do it faster! Make me come! I wanna come!"
She was bouncing on top of the teen, her body slippery with sweat. Their hipbones cracked together. She gnawed the teen's handsome jaw, rammed her tongue into his ear, bit him all over the cheeks and neck, kissed him fiercely. The aromas of male sweat and cuntjuice and balls and jism drove her out of her mind, drugged her. She plunged her nose into the teen's armpit, sucking and biting at the deliciously raunchy flesh and hair. She was glad the teens were only hosed down every few weeks, was glad they were never given soap. She couldn't get enough of the male smell. She was getting absolutely drunk on it.
The teen clawed at her back, twisted his finger savagely in her shithole, rammed and screwed his bone-hard fucker in her cunt. Her insides sizzled, her pussy-walls undulating, her pussyhole a bubbling caldron of heat and fuck-juices. In and out, in and out, in and out. His fucker was relentless, so strong, so hard, so hot. Her cunt became tighter and tighter. The sensations became so intense that she wanted to scream. A gurgling whine bubbled out of her throat.
"Ready for my cream?" the teen grunted.
"Yes, God, yes!"
"Here it comes, baby, here it…" His words became a series of grunts and moans. He shuddered under her, his prick flexing and contracting inside her. "Oh, Christ!" Boiling jism gushed out of his cock and flooded her pussyhole. The vibrations from his spurting fuckrod entered her pussymeat and set off her own orgasm. As the teen's second round of cum exploded into her fuckhole, Eve's toes curled under and she whined with agonized pleasure.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm coming, yes, I'm coming, uh, oh!" She was breathing so hard that her lungs ached her cunt felt as if firecrackers were going off inside it. Each time an explosion of hot jizz-wads hurtled into her pussy, her cuntmeat responded with a series of spastic contractions. She felt hot knives shooting through her crotch and down her legs. She jerked on top of the spurting stud, feeling more alive than she'd felt in years. Every cell of her body was turgid and vibrating. She moaned and gibbered with abandon, wanting these feelings to never end, to never end.
Suddenly she was on a carousel, the world spinning around her. And then the itchy straw was prickling against her back and the rockhard body of the animal she was fucking was on top of her, his cock still throbbing inside her. She wrapped her legs around his ass, spurring him to fuck her more… but he stared with hatred into her eyes and pressed the razor-like edge of the hunting knife to her throat.
"Make a wrong move and I'll cut off your head," he whispered.