St. Michael's Reformatory was a chilling sight, looming like an insane asylum up there against the lightning-washed sky. As the taxi pulled up close to the rear of the building, Sister Bernice knew she had made a mistake in coming here. This place was wicked, evil. For all she knew she might not even be able to get close to her brother. One of the things Sister Francine had repeated during the flight was that fraternization between the nuns and the inmates was absolutely prohibited.
Sister Francine paid the cabbie, accepting six cents in change. The cabbie said, "Thanks a lot," and squealed off into the lightning filled, rain-drenched night.
"Scum," Sister Francine said, drawing a key ring out of her handbag as the rain poured down on them. A dim overhead light barely provided enough illumination to find the keyhole in the large, windowless door. "Scum. Disrespectful scum. That cabbie is just like all the rest of the male gender. That'll be the day, when I tip scum!" She rammed the key into the keyhole, then twisted it violently until the bolt finally gave way. "Came in, darling. Welcome to your new home."
They stepped into a nearly dark hallway, and Sister Bernice was stunned to see a naked young woman standing at the far end of it. A ghost, she thought. What else could it be?
Sister Francine paused, after a few seconds shouting down the hallway in a bewildered tone of voice. "Sister Eve, what on earth?"
The naked girl hung her head and folded her hands over her pussy mound, as if trying to hide her nakedness.
Sister Francine glanced at Sister Bernice, a foolish look on her face. "Please shut the door Sister, and follow me."
As they tromped down the hallway toward the naked girl, a hand and arm suddenly shot out the doorway she was standing next to and yanked her out of sight. The girl let out an anguished wail.
"My God!" Sister Francine whispered. "What in heaven?" She charged toward the side doorway through which the girl had disappeared, and the moment she reached it, several hands grabbed her and dragged her into the room.
Sister Bernice didn't have time to even consider a response to the situation, because suddenly she, herself, was being dragged into the room, her veil ripped off her head by a herd of stark-naked teens. She was too stunned to make any sound, but Sister Francine was making up for her silence by screeching like a banshee as the teens ripped the clothes off her, also.
"Hey, we got a brand new one here. A blonde one. Oooh, and nice big tits." The shouting teen wrapped his burning mouth around Sister Bernice's left nipple and he sucked like a starving calf.
Sister Bernice gasped, her cunt contracting. She would have squeezed her legs together, but they were being hauled apart. A finger twisted up into her cunt. Another finger screwed up her asshole. She moaned, writhing as another teen began to chew on her other nipple.
"Hey, wait a minute with that one," shouted a voice that Sister Bernice recognized immediately, even though it was much deeper than the last time she'd heard it.
And he looked up to see Ronny standing on top of a large oak desk, his right foot resting on Sister Francine's head, his huge prick jutting up out of his muscular loins like the tusk of an Indian rhinoceros. Sister Francine was stripped naked, sprawled face-down on the desk, her arms and legs stretched out by a half-dozen muscular teens.
"What do ya mean, wait? This baby's ripe. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this bitch."
"You'll get your turn," Ronny said. "Later. Tie her up now. Let her watch the old witch get hers first."
"Fuck that!" The teen fingerfucking her pulled his finger out and rammed his cock between her legs.
Ronny leaped off the desk, his prick smacking up against his belly as he landed on the bare wooden floor. He grabbed the teen's left arm and twisted it up behind the teen's back. "I'll bust it right off if you don't get your hands off that bitch."
The teen grimaced and backed away from Sister Bernice. "All right, all right!" the teen gasped. "Lay off, will ya?"
"Who's boss around this place?" Ronny applied pressure to the teen's twisted arm.
"You are! You are, for Christsake! Damn it, let go!"
"All right." Ronny released him. "Next time you don't follow orders, I break your arm."
The teen slinked away, grimacing and rubbing his left elbow.
"Tie her up and bring her in the dining room," Ronny said. "She can watch old sow face get it." He hardly glanced at Bernice.
They bound her hands behind her with rough twine, then bound her legs together, wrapping twine around and around them from her ankles to her upper thighs. Two teens carried her on top of their shoulders as if she were a plank. In a fairly large room with plaster walls and a bare wooden floor, they sat her up against one wall alongside of eight or nine other young women, all of them naked and bound, all of them bruised and haggard looking. A teen gripped the short brown hair of one of the women and forced her to turn her face up as he jerked off into her open mouth. Halfway through his orgasm, he rammed his cock down her throat, gagging her as he fired the rest of his cum down her gullet. Sister Bernice watched in silent shock. This was all so unreal. She was totally unprepared for this.
Two teens dragged in Sister Francine, gripping her under her arms and pulling her along the floor. Hex wrists and ankles had been bound, and her dragging heels squeaked ca the varnished wood. She wasn't fighting anymore. Her mouth and eyes were clamped shut, and her face as expressionless. Sister Bernice was surprised to see that the mother superior had red hair sad very large, freckled tits. She appeared much shorter and smaller now, her habit ripped off her, all of her body exposed.
The fifty or so teens who were milling restlessly around the room began to mutter among themselves as Sister Francine was brought in.
"Welcome back, Francine fuckhead!" one of the teens yelled, and there was scattered laughter.
"Look at them tits!" another teen shouted. "We could slice 'em up and feed the whole place with fried tit."
"I'd rather eat 'em raw."
More laughter.
Ronny followed along behind Sister Francine, then ordered the two teens who were dragging her to throw her up on the long wooden table at the center of the room and untie her. He glanced over toward Sister Bernice, grinned wickedly, and flexed his rampant cock at her.
It was as if none of the last three years shad happened. It was as if that night on which he'd raped her three years ago was still going on. Ronny had grown a good six-inches taller, his cock had become even larger, longer and thicker, and he'd developed an extremely lean and muscular body, but his face hadn't changed much. He still displayed that mean, arrogant smirk, that infuriating pride and aloofness. If he'd changed at all, it was in the way of becoming even more wicked. And he seemed totally unsurprised to see Bernice here. It was as if he'd been waiting for her patiently for three years, as if he had known without a doubt that she would show up here… to take her punishment, to resume suffering the abuse and degradation which had only begun on that night three years ago.
Ronny leaped up on the table, all the muscles of his long body gracefully defining themselves. Sister Francine lay on her back before him, her arms and legs spread by four other teens, one teen at each of her hands and feet. Her large tits heaved up and down. Her eyes and mouth remained tightly closed.
Ronny ground the toes of his right foot between her cuntlips, fucked his big toe up into her, twisting it savagely. "Slimy bitch!"
Sister Francine grunted, arched up and ground her teeth together.
Ronny, clawed at her cunt with his toenails. Sister Francine strained to break free. One of the teens started biting her toes, and she slumped back, panting audibly.
"Bend her," Ronny ordered, and the two teens holding her ankles forced her legs up, shoving her knees back until they almost touched her face. She was jack-knifed, her ass and cunt raised high toward Ronny. He stepped forward and began to flog her cunt with his huge slab of prick. His club of hard fuckmeat slapped and thudded against the nun's wet crotch.
"She's getting juicy, guys!" Ronny yelled. "She's a bitch whore just like the rest of 'em."
"Stick her!" a teen shouted. "Stick the pig."
Ronny grinned at the crowd of on looking teens as he positioned the fist-sized head of his cock against Sister Francine's cunt.
"Ram it in!" somebody urged.
"Donkey-dick!" someone else called out.
Ronny braced his hands on the nun's asscheeks, spreading her cuntlips with his thumbs. "Uhhhhh!" he bellowed, and he rammed every inch of his nine-inch cock up the pussy of the helpless mother superior.
Sister Francine shrieked, shudders passing through her legs and ending up in her clutching toes.
The crowd of teens muttered excitedly, most of the teens jerking on their obscenely erect cocks. Up on the long dining table, which could be considered a stage now, Ronny's long prick sliced in and out of the groaning mother superior.
"Stop!" Sister Francine begged in a high pitched, pained voice. "In the name of God, take it out! Oh, please, you're going to kill me! Oh, please, uh, ohh!"
Ronny laughed, fucking her harder, faster. The muscles of his long body undulated as his huge fucker plunged in and out of the helpless nun.
"She's tight, guys. Christ, and she's bleeding. I must'a busted her cherry. Ah, ahhh!" he thrust savagely, half-squatting in front of the mother superior's upraised ass as he fucked it. His lean, muscled body gleamed with a sheen of sweat, an overhead light bathing him like a spotlight.
"Bugger her!" a teen shouted. "Ream out her shithole." And other voices agreed with him and urged the same thing.
Ronny grinned and jerked his cock out of her. Sister Francine groaned, her body going slacker. Ronny's cock flexed up and down, gleaming as if with a pink oil, which dripped off his fuckrod like spit.
"Christ, look at the blood!" a teen said excitedly, moving up close to get a better look at the blood-tinged pussyjuice that dripped off Ronny's cock. And suddenly he exploded his load all over the floor, pumping his cock fiercely. His sudden orgasm brought whoops and jeers from the other teens.
Animals, Sister Bernice thought. Disgusting, smelly, Godless animals! Sister Bernice thought. Sister Francine was right – teens were scum. All of them, every last one of them. How right she'd been to enter the convent! How right she'd been to escape from their evil presence for three years!
The room smelled of sin – sweat, blood, piss, shit, cum – all the sinful, evil smells, the odors of teens. Sister Bernice glanced at the nuns who were lined up next to her, their bare asses on the cold floor, their naked backs against the rough cold plaster wall, their wrists and ankles bound. Some of them, battered and abused as they were, kept their eyes closed as if praying. Some of them, just as valiant in their misery as the others, gazed upon the horrors in front of them, too courageous and proud to lower their eyes.
Up on the table-stage, Sister Francine screamed. Sister Bernice turned her head just in time to see her brother's enormous cock disappear into the mother superior's whole. She couldn't believe it, didn't think such a thing was possible, it was as if, her brother had shoved his arm and fist up the shithole of the helpless nun.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Ronny grunted, driving his prick in and out of the mother superior. "Oh, shit, talk about tight! Jesus!"
"Don't lose your prick skin!" a teen yelled.
"Watch out, she'll skin ya alive!" came another voice from the crowd.
"Oooh, feels so fucking good!" Ronny moaned. "Oh, fuck!" he plunged his cock in and out awhile, then yanked it out. "Somebody else wanna take over for awhile? I'm getting wore out."
"Ain'tcha gonna cream 'er?" a teen asked.
"She don't deserve my cream," Ronny said. "why don't you cream 'er?"
"Let me on 'er…!" The teen scrambled up an the stage amid complaints of other teens, then rammed his cock in where Ronny's cock had just been, before any other teen could beat him to it. "Ahhh!" the teen sighed, tossing his shaggy brown head from side to side as he humped like a German shepherd stud and pistoned his six-inch cock in and out of the mother superior's asshole.
Ronny sat down at the edge of the table and watched, slowly masturbating his shit-greased cock. As he watched the other teens take care of Sister Francine, he glanced from time to time at Sister Bernice, a wicked smirk on his face. Sister Bernice turned her eyes away from him, couldn't bear to look at him. He frightened her, sickened her. Her stomach was tied in knots tighter than those in the ropes binding her. She turned her attention to the savage teens who were abusing Sister Francine. They frightened her less than her brother did.
"I'm gonna come!" yelped the teen buggering Sister Francine's ass. "Oh, oh, oh!" He began to shiver, small shudders passing through the muscles of his flanks as his loins jerked and his eyes rolled back. "Awwwww!"
Sister Bernice could almost hear the wads of sizzling jism splatting against the ravaged walls of Sister Francine's asshole. It was savage, the way teens came, shooting wads like molten bullets in the tender bodies of helpless women. Why did God make males that way? Why did He give them large, hard fuckrods to torture women with? Cocks might as well have been made of steel… they were surely as hard as steel. And why did He make males so mean, why did He make them stink the way they did? Dirty animals, that's all they were. Scum, as Sister Francine had said – scum!
The teen who had just shot his load up Sister Francine's ass staggered off the stage, his tiff prick dripping cum, and before he had jumped down onto the floor, other teens had crawled up on the table to take his place. They turned Sister Francine over, got her up on her hands and knees. One teen kneeled behind her, spread her cuntlips with his thumbs, and drove his fuckrod up her crotch. At the same time, another teen got down in front of her, yanked her head up by her ears, and forced his big, uncut cock into her mouth.
Sister Francine choked, her body convulsing as if she were going to vomit. Shivers passed through her enormous, udder-like tits. The teen fucking her mouth was relentless, jerking on her ears, ramming his cock in and out as spit bubbled out around his sliding fuck-monster and as snot ran out of Sister Francine's nose. "Suck it," the teen whispered. "Clean the cheese off the head. Lick it out under the foreskin. Ohhh, yeah!"
Sister Bernice almost vomited at the sight. She didn't know what an uncut prick tasted like, but she knew it must surely taste worse than a cut prick. She watched two teens crouch down like calves and begin to suck on Sister Francine's huge tits. Her own tits tingled, and she was ashamed of herself.
Two cocks sliced in and out of Sister Francine – one in her mouth, the other in her cunt. She looked like an animal, up there on her hands and knees, mounted from behind like a dog or goat. But she was being degraded like no animal was ever degraded, because she was being forced to take on two filthy cocks at the time.
The teen fucking her mouth let out a pig-like squeal. He ripped his cock out and pumped it in his dirty hand. Ropes of thick white jism spurted out of his cock and glued themselves obscenely all over Sister Francine's face. Half the jism shot into the nuns open mouth, and he rubbed his purple prickhead back and forth between her parted lips as his prick vibrated and ejaculated. When he'd finished shooting, he forced the nun to suck his cock clean while he smeared his jizz-gobs all over her face, making her wear a mask of whitish slime. Before he was finished using her mouth, the teen who was fucking her twit started to gasp as he shot his load up her pussyhole.
"Ahhhh, yeahhhh, take it!" The spurting teen jerked, riding her ass, pumping his cock frantically in her pussy.
Over the next hour or so, although it seemed like years to Sister Bernice, the teens took turns using Sister Francine's cunt and asshole and throat. They kept her up on her hands and knees and went at her two at a time, one teen fucking her mouth while another teen fucked either her cunt or her asshole. Other teens continued to suck at the mother superior's huge tits, and her big freckled tit mounds became covered with purple suck-marks, with hickies. The woman's nipples appeared to have turned purple, too, and they had swollen. Still, the bestial teens, like starving calves, sucked and sucked at her tits.
Early in the course of that hour, one of the teens who was fucking her asshole announced that Sister Francine was coming. He could tell she was by the way her asshole was gripping his cock. And several times thereafter, other teens who were fucking her also announced that she was coming.
Sister Bernice didn't believe a word that came from their filthy mouths. They were just saying things like that to degrade Sister Francine further. They were trying to insinuate that she was a slut, that she was enjoying their assault on her, that she was taking on dozens of teens and having orgasm after orgasm. Nonsense!
"Bring that new bitch up here," Ronny said, and Sister Bernice's heart stopped. She swallowed, her throat so dry, its walls scratched against each other. She began to tremble, unable to control it.
They dumped her on the table and untied her, made her get up on her hands and knees behind Sister Francine, who was still gagging with a cock in her throat. Ronny stepped up beside her and he reached down to weave his thick fingers into her hair. He yanked on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes from the ripping pain in her scalp, and he forced her to crawl up close behind Sister Francine's battered ass. Sister Francine's cunt and asshole were open, as if permanently stretched that way, and a grayish jism, like a sticky paste, dribbled out of them. The scent of jism and ass and pussy were so strong that Sister Bernice gagged.
"Okay – Sister!" Ronny stressed the word sarcastically. "Suck out those juicy fuckholes, Sister!"
Sister Bernice resisted. "No!"
Ronny yanked and twisted on her hair until her eyes were so full of tears that she could hardly see. "Ill rip every last hair out of your smart blonde head if you give me anymore lip." He jerked viciously, slamming her face against Sister Francine's slime-coated crotch. "Lick it out! Suck it out!"
All the teens were laughing, some of them clapping. They shouted obscenities, told her to eat out her mother's crotch, to lick out her mother's asshole.
Sister Bernice blubbered, her face smeared with cum and cuntjuice as Ronny rubbed her face against the mother superior's hairy, liver-like cunt. Wincing, trying to hold her breath so as not to taste or smell, she began to gingerly lick at the woman's swollen purple cuntlips. She was stunned at how hot they were and at how they quivered under the fuckings and jabbings of her tongue.
"Well, eat it, for Christsake!" Ronny growled. "It won't bite back."
"That's what you think!" one of the teens yelled, and the crowd laughed. One of the teens warned that Sister Francine's cunt had teeth inside.
The thick jizz dripped off Sister Bernice's chin. It ran continuously out of the mother superior's cunt and asshole.
"Suck it out and swallow it," Ronny ordered. "That's valuable stuff. Don't waste it."
Sister Bernice came near to vomiting several times before she was able to swallow the slimy jism. It was the most terrible stuff she had ever tasted in her life, bitter-sweet jism flavored with cuntjuice and blood. Ronny crushed her face against the mother superior's crotch, mashing her mouth to Sister Francine's open cunt, and he forced her to suck. Jism gushed out of the woman's steaming fuckhole, rolled in a globbed mass down Sister Bernice's throat. After she'd drained the woman's gaping cunt, she was forced to suck put the older nun's asshole. Now the jism had a shitty flavor, and she swallowed not only jism but rectal mucus.
"Good, ain't it?" Ronny said. "All finished sucking it out? Good. Now lick her whole bottom side clean. I wanna see it shine."
Sister Bernice licked and licked and licked, covering every inch of Sister Francine's crotch and ass several times over. After she'd licked the mother superior's ass completely clean, Ronny forced her to lick off all the juices and jism that had dripped onto the varnished tabletop.
He jerked her head up, his fingernails chewing into her scalp. Then he spoke to the crowd of teens. "Round up some of them slaves and drag 'em in the kitchen and have 'em cook us a nice hot meal. I ain't had a hot meal in three years, man."
"Shit, I almost forgot there was such a thing," one of the other teens said. And suddenly all the teens were moving toward the nuns in the back of the room to untie them and drag them into the kitchen. Two teens grabbed Sister Francine, pulling her off the table, and she hobbled along between them, not saying a word as they led her toward what Sister Bernice guessed must be the kitchen.
While all the teens were occupied with carrying out their orders, Ronny wrapped his muscular arm around Sister Bernice's neck, dragged her off the table and out of the dining hall. The stench of his hairy armpit nearly knocked her out. She didn't dare open her mouth to ask him where he was taking her, but as they descended down sonic narrow stone stairs she realized that there was no need to ask him. She knew where he was dragging her.
Down to the dungeons.