Chapter 1
With no seat to spare on the Greyhound bus and people standing in the aisle, Jane found herself wedged in next to a smelly teenage cowboy who kept glancing down at her tits and pressing his thigh against hers. At thirty six, she was at least twice his age, almost old enough to be his mother. All males disgusted her, but she had an especially strong loathing for teenage boys, whose brains were located in that obscene bulge they all displayed in their splitting-tight jeans, and who thought that females had been created for the sole purpose of being their sexual toys. She had no doubt that Rory and Skip, the nephews that she hadn't seen in ten years and whom she would be supervising for the next two weeks, were no different from any other teenage males-disgusting, wild, in need of severe discipline.
Jane turned her head slowly to the side and stared the cowboy straight in the eyes. His face reddened and he smirked foolishly.
"You mind giving me some breathing room?" Jane said. "And how about keeping your eyes on something else before they fall out?"
The kid's face turned from pink to beet-colored and his smirk became a frown. "What're you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about, cowboy. Now give me some breathing room before I call the driver back here and tell him what you've been up to."
"What the hell-"
"I mean it, boy!"
"Christ!" the kid mumbled, but he retreated, crossing his arms and making himself very small on his section of the double seat. If a man hadn't been standing in the aisle next to him, he would have fallen out of the seat.
Jane smiled, a rush of exhilaration making her nearly laugh out loud. In sixteen years, she had not met a male she couldn't handle, either animal or human. For fourteen of those years she'd been a teaching nun in a high school, and no boy had ever defied her without paying dearly for doing so. For the last two years, since leaving the sisterhood and teaching, she'd been breaking and training young stallions on a horse ranch. In two short years she'd gained a reputa-tion as one of the best horse trainers in the state. In all this time, she hadn't met a male who could stand up to her. She was a mistress of discipline. Discipline was her philosophy of life.
The bus moved on through the intense after-noon sunshine. Heat waves rose off the arid land. Inside the bus, the holiday travelers grumbled and shifted about restlessly. Due to the people standing in the aisles, nobody attempted to make their way to the restroom cubicle at the rear of the bus.
Jane opened the top buttons of her shirt to allow a little air to enter under it. She was dressed in jeans, riding boots, and a flannel shirt, appropriate clothing for the cool high-country air she'd left behind only an hour ago, but hellish attire for the arid flatlands the bus was now crossing. The bus' air-conditioner couldn't cope with the weather outside and with the overload of passengers, and the temperature inside the bus was slowly building.
Discipline, Jane thought. Forget the heat! Forget the crowdedness! The sweat trickled between her ample tits, however, and she found herself becoming increasingly irritated. She told herself she'd been foolish to leave the ranch to spend two weeks babysitting for three over-grown brats. Her brother's kids were certainly old enough to take care of themselves while their parents went on vacation. Her brother claimed the kids needed supervision, and Jane didn't doubt it, but they needed supervision only because they hadn't been properly disciplined by their parents and teachers. If they'd been students of hers, they'd be in no need of super-vision now. And wasn't the fourth of July the stupidest time of the year to go on a vacation, the time of the year when the whole country was vacationing! Her brother never had had any brains.
She sensed the cowboy trying to peek down into her open shirt, but when she glanced at him, he had his eyes tightly closed and was pretend-ing to be asleep. You don't fool me, she thought. Filthy animal!
All males were filthy animals. Jane had known that all her life. One of the reasons she'd entered the convent so early, in her early teens, was because of the incessant pawing she'd suf-fered from boys. Being blonde and precociously developed hadn't helped things any. Before she'd entered the convent, she'd spent her life fighting off sweaty hands and dirty fingernails, hands that grabbed for her large and heavy tits or tried to get under her panties. But the tough nuns in the convent had taught her how to take care of herself, and during her years of high school teaching she'd taken her revenge on the male sex. It was a pity her teaching career had ended so abruptly and finally. The memory of how she'd been kicked out of the sisterhood and out of teaching would be with her forever.
"What in heaven?" she muttered. By now the school should have been locked up, even the janitors had gone home. She'd thought she'd been alone in the school building. She left the classroom and marched down the hall.
The hallways were dark, lit only at the inter-section of one corridor with another, and so still that Sister Jane became convinced she'd imagined the scream. She was almost ready to go back to her classroom when the scream came again. Actually, it was only a half scream, muffled immediately. Sister Jane moved toward the gymnasium, from which the scream had come. Standing outside the doors, she saw light coming through the door cracks, and she heard strange sounds-whispers, laughs, grunts. She decided to surprise whoever was causing the commotion, so she went around to the door of the gym that opened under the bleachers.
She entered the gym silently and sealed the door behind herself. Instead of going out onto the gym floor, she crept under the bleachers and peered out between bleacher seats. She froze, staring out in utter disbelief. The scene out on the gym floor was something beyond anything she could ever have imagined.
Only one end of the gym was lit, but it was lit like a stage upon which actors performed.
The stage was a large wrestling mat. The actors were a dozen naked males-the wrestling team --their muscular bodies gleaming with sweat, their teenage cocks jutting up and out like polished billy clubs. There was only one actress_Trudie Smith__and the lust-mad young wrestlers were using her as their sex slave.
Sister Jane found herself shaking, too shocked to move. She could only watch, but as she watched she found herself as fascinated and excited by what she saw as she was horrified and sickened by it. She kept telling herself to move, to rush out onto the floor and put an end to the rape, but she couldn't, she didn't want too. The boys were animals, fit to be skinned alive for their vicious crime, but Sister Jane found herself admiring them as much as hating them, delight-ing in their cruelty as much as being disgusted by it. And their cocks, their cocks hypnotized her! She'd never seen an erect cock before. They were like weapons, like tools of discipline, and they excited her; Besides, Trudie Smith deserved exactly what she was getting. The teenage slut was getting only what she'd been asking for as long as Sister Jane had known her. Hadn't Trudie been reprimanded day in and day out, year in and year out, for her scanty manner of dress. All the nuns had warned her, but she was incorrigible. She had been inviting rape for years.
Trudie was pinned on her back to the wrestling mat, her legs hooked over the wide shoulders of a hairy wrestler, `her knees forced to her own shoulders as the wrestler bore down on her. The wrestler's long, thick cock was anchored in Trudie's cunt, plunging in and out like an oiled piston. The wrestler's muscular asscheeks contracted rhythmically as he thrust in again and again, grunting like a bull as he did so and muttering about how hot and tight Trudie's fuckhole was. Trudie's bare feet, high in the air, were squirming frantically, her pink toes clutching and clawing at the air as wildly as she was squirming under the lust-incensed teenaged stud. The girl's attempts to cry out were muffled by a dirty male foot in her mouth. Another wrestler stood over her, grinding his filthy toes between her lips to gag her, and jerk-ing himself off as he watched his teammate rape her.
"Hurry it up, man!" one of the other wrestlers said. "I want a piece of that bitch too. Don't hog her, man." A fluid dripped from his cock as he masturbated himself.
All the other wrestlers were standing by, waiting their turns, jerking themselves off as they watched their teammate pleasure `his cock in Trudie's juicy crotch. Their clothing was scat-tered around on the floor-sweatsocks, jock-straps, wrestling shoes, tights and shorts, sweaty jerseys.
"Oh yeah, oh yeahhh!" the rutting boy moaned. He fucked so fast that Trudie's toes clawed the balls of her feet. As he reached his climax, his body shuddered and he grunted loudly, firing the molten bullets of cum up Trudie's reamed-out young cunt. "Awwwwww shit!"
His sliding cock made lubricious squishing sounds in Trudie's cum-filled pussy. One of his teammates grabbed him by the hips and tried to pull him off Trudie.
"Pull it out, man! Come on, you hog!"
The wrestler rolled off Trudie and collapsed on the mat, panting as if he'd just finished a hard match. He sighed, looking completely satisfied and exhausted. His cock, slightly soft-ened, but still swollen to its full size, throbbed slowly against his belly, drenched with Trudie's pussy cream.
The boys pulled Trudie up to her hands and knees. Cum leaked from her half-open cunt and slid down her legs like a slimy paste. One boy had her by the ass, the other by the hair. A fist prevented her from screaming. The fist was soon replaced by a cock, which Trudie choked on as it was rammed down her throat. As the wrestler kneeling in front of her fed her his hairy cock, the wrestler kneeling behind her rammed his own hairy cock up her cunt. The two boys moaned, their eyes glazed with lust as they fucked Trudie from both ends simultaneously.
Sister Jane's head swam and she gripped the bleachers to keep herself from falling over. She had always known that males were animals, capable of filthy, perverted acts, and she had guessed the mechanics of sexual intercourse, but she had never dreamed that the acts she was now witnessing were possible. Trudie was on all fours, like a common beast, like a bitch dog, and while one stud assaulted her from behind, the other stud forced her to suck on his cock. Even animals, as far as she knew, were incap-able of performing such a perverted act as shov-ing a filthy cock into a mouth. She found herself wondering what Trudie was tasting, or smelling. She expected the girl to vomit.
Trudie didn't vomit, though. She seemed to become more and more passive and accepting. It appeared that she was sucking like a baby on a bottle. She squirmed and whimpered, but she sucked, nevertheless. Spit leaked from her fucked mouth and dripped from her chin. The boy yanked on her hair, jerking her head and working her mouth on his cock. His pubic hair scoured her nose. His hairy balls slapped her chin. His long cock plunged in and out of her throat.
"Yeahhhh baby, suck that thing!" the boy moaned. "Oh shit, what a mouth!" With each grinding thrust, he buried every inch of his cock in Trudie's face.
The boy behind Trudie was smacking his hard male belly against her upturned ass as he rammed his cock up her juicy cunt again and again. His muscular fingers dug into her shapely ass cheeks, gripping her as he assaulted her seething female pleasure-hole. As he screwed her, he leaned forward and started to lick her back. He sank his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder came together and Trudie let out a catlike whine. The boy began to grunt and growl, and suddenly he was pump-ing his load up her pussy.
"Feels-so-good!" he moaned, shooting jism into the depths of Trudie's loins. "Feels- so-good!"
Trudie's toes curled and she trembled. Her silky-smooth body flushed deeply and her whin-ing turned to whimpering.
"Oh christ, she's coming!" the boy fucking her gasped. "Oh Christ, what a cunt!"
The boy fucking her mouth arched his back, drove his cock in to the hilt, and started firing his cum down her throat. "Ahhhhh!"
Trudie choked on his cum, then made gur-gling noises as she swallowed and groaned.
One of the on looking boys got so excited that he lost his load. He swayed dizzily, his legs squeezed together, his hand pumping up and down his spurting cock. Boys moved out of the way to avoid being pelted with flying cum.
Sister Jane watched with even more disbelief as the boy shot his load. The jism was hurled from his cock in long white streams, like whips. It splattered audibly against the wrestling mat as it fell. She had known that males ejaculated a fluid, but she had never guessed that they did so with such force, or that the cum was so thick and white and came in such copious quantities. It looked as if the boy were shooting his guts out.
The boy feeding his load to Trudie yanked his cock out of her mouth. It throbbed, drip-ping jism. He beat it back and forth across her face, then pulled her by the hair and forced her to crouch down and lap up the cum of the other boy. The boy who had fucked her cunt struggled to his feet and staggered around as if he wasn't sure where he was.
As Trudie was lapping up the cum on the mat, a boy jumped on her ass and rammed his cock between her ass cheeks. He growled as he ground his cock at her asspucker. As his cock forced her pucker open and twisted into her asshole, Trudie arched up, her eyes and mouth wide with shock and pain. Cum leaked from her mouth, dribbled from her lips and chin. Her tits heaved, swollen and pointed. As she started to scream, a boy got down in front of her and stuffed his huge cock down her throat. The boy on her ass ground his belly against her, his cock buried in her to the hilt. Both boys began working their cocks in and out.
"Tight ass!" the boy screwing Trudie's shit-ter grunted. His hands were braced against the floor, his hips swinging freely as he drove his big cock in and out of Trudie's clutching little bunghole.
"Bugger that horny bitch!" a boy growled, pounding his cock fiercely as he looked on. "Screw the Shit outa her!"
Trudie writhed under the ass-reaming attack. She whimpered, whined, choked on the cock stuffed down her throat. A boy dropped down and began to chew on one of her feet. Another boy started chewing on her other foot, biting her clutching toes, gnawing her heel. Two more boys dropped down on either side of her and forced her to close her hands around their cocks. The poor girl lay flat on her belly, cocks stuffed down her throat and up her ass, pricks filling her hands, teeth gnawing at her feet and toes.
"Jerk it!" the boys at her sides ordered, and she began to slide her hands on their cocks, jerk-ing them off.
The boys holding her feet started rubbing their dripping pricks against her soles, against her toes, masturbating themselves against her spit-wet feet. She wiggled her toes, massaging their cocks and balls. Suddenly, one of the cocks erupted, spurting cum all over her foot and leg. The ejaculating boy clung to her foot, rubbing himself off against it. His orgasm set off a chain reaction. The two boys Trudie was jerking off ejaculated simultaneously, spurting slimy streams of cum over her hands and forearms. The boy reaming out her ass arched back, gasp-ing as he machine-gunned his load into her guts. Trudie choked as a cock went off in her throat and sent hot cum down her gullet. As the boy humping her ass finished pumping out his load and rolled off her, his place was taken by another boy, who mounted her ass, drove his cock straight up it, and came before he'd delivered a half-dozen thrusts. Another cock went off on Trudie's other foot. Cum shot all over. A new boy shoved his cock in her mouth.
Sister Jane could hardly see from the tears in her eyes. Her entire body was burning up. Her loins throbbed with such a maddening excite-ment that she chewed her lips nearly bloody to stifle her desire to whine and moan. She was watching a scene from the lowest pit in hell. The boys were possessed by the filthiest, most perverted demons imaginable. And Trudie, the object of their depraved lust, was sicker and more wicked than even her tormentors.
Sister Jane could smell sweat and cum, pussy and asshole. For a few moments, she found herself imagining she was Trudie-Trudie tak-ing cocks up her ass and down her throat, Trudie being shot full of cum inside and out, Trudie squirming on her belly like a stuck sow. Sister Jane watched the cocks flexing and the cum flying, listened to the grunts of lust, inhaled the filthy smells. She groped herself between her legs, clutching at her tight and swollen cunt, her fingernails nearly tearing through the many layers of her nun's habit. A wave of exquisite heat and sensation passed through her loins, streaming in all directions through her body, and she doubled over, rubbing madly at her crotch as she experienced the first orgasm of her life. Flashes of light went off in her skull, and she thought she had died and gone to heaven. Then all went dark.
She came to sometime later, lying on the floor under the bleachers, not knowing for several seconds where she was. She was drenched with sweat. She felt a terrible wetness and stickiness between her thighs, as if she'd pissed in her underwear. She forced herself to stand, feeling lower and more wretched than was bearable. She had sinned. She had degraded herself. She wanted to kill.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhh!" A boy was lying on top of Trudie, plunging his cock in her cunt.
Trudie had been turned over again, and the boy was rubbing himself all over her belly and tits as he pleasured his cock in her clutching pussy. Trudie had her arms and legs around him, and she was grinding up against him, her eyes rolling with pleasure, her toes flexing.
"I'm coming!" the boy moaned, and Trudie moaned with him.
Trudie arched up against him, her eyes turn-ing back, and she started to jerk and gibber as she experienced another orgasm.
A boy kneeling at Trudie's head began to ejaculate. As his cum spurted onto her face, he forced his cock into her mouth and made her drink the rest of his load.
Sister Jane nearly broke her teeth as she ground them together. They all deserved to die and to rot in hell, all those filthy animals who had caused her to sin. A red fire consumed her and she staggered from her hiding place in the bleachers, gripping the rosary that hung at her side with one hand, and unbuckling the black belt that cinched her waist with the other. The belt and rosary came free as she moved between two sections of bleachers and out onto the gym floor.
The kids didn't see her until she was on them, and by then it was too late to escape. Sister Jane was like a berserk gladiator as she wielded the belt and rosary, scourging the naked flesh of a dozen wrestlers and one naked girl until the wrestling mat was stained with blood.
The naked teenagers, screaming in shock and agony, thrashed and rolled and squirmed on the wrestling mat as Sister Jane scourged them mer-cilessly. She was blind with rage, temporarily insane, and her bestial instincts drove her on with such quickness and agility that not or f the teenagers was able to escape her. At last, they huddled together in the center of the mat, a mass of writhing, bleeding flesh; trying to crawl under each other for safety.
She might have killed them if Father Howe, having returned to the school that evening for some papers he'd forgotten, had not heard the commotion and gone to the gym to investigate. Father Howe, being Principal of the high school, had dismissed Sister Jane from her teaching post that very evening, without even allowing her to give her side of the story. A few days later, Sister Jane was out on the streets, wearing a dress instead of a nun's habit. A month later, she was living on a ranch, disciplin-ing spirited young stallions instead of teenagers.
"Half-hour stop-over," the driver of the Greyhound bus announced, and Jane snapped out of her daydreaming. A few minutes later, she was using the restroom in the bus depot of the small cow town they had stopped in. It irritated her to find that the crotch of her pan-ties was sopping wet with juice from her pussy. Whenever she daydreamed about that fateful evening in the high school gym, her cuntlips swelled and her fuckhole drooled. How she was tempted to masturbate when that happened! But she forced herself not to. She would never degrade herself again as she had that evening behind the bleachers. Never!
Out in the waiting room, the young cowboy who had sat next to her in the bus kept ogling her, as did several other men. Animals! she thought, wanting to blind them all. Then she had an idea.
She gave the young cowboy the flicker of a smile, then left the waiting room. Outside, she walked along the side of the depot building, smiling to herself when she glanced back and saw that the young cowboy had followed. She slipped into an alleyway behind the depot. The cowboy, grinning sheepishly, his face red, step-ped into the alleyway behind her.
They faced each other. "Well, let's see what you've got," Jane said. "Quick! The bus leaves in ten minutes."
The boy's hands shook as he fumbled with his belt and unzipped his jeans. His cock was so hard and his jeans so tight that he couldn't get his cock out.
"Take your pants off, dummy," Jane said. As the boy pushed his jeans down, his big prick sprang out, throbbing wildly, and Jane felt a dirty thrill in her cunt.
"All the way off," she said. "And take off the boots too." She watched with mounting excitement as the bare-assed kid did as she ordered.
By the time he straightened up, naked except for his shirt, his cock was dripping. For a few moments, Jane stared at his prick, hypnotized by its vermilion knob, by its bulging veins, by its pulsations. Her fingernails cut into her palms and snapped her out of her trance. She forced her hands to relax. Then she moved toward the boy, smiling.
"You sure are a big boy," she said. "You could trade equipment with a stallion and the horse would never know the difference."
The boy swallowed, grinned. He was shaking. "Close your eyes, cowboy. I've got a surprise for you."
The boy grinned even more as he closed his eyes. Jane studied his large brown nuts for a few seconds, then sent her booted foot into them as hard as she could. The boy jumped two' feet straight up, moaned sickly, then crumpled to the ground, clutching himself and whimpering. Jane laughed at him. She collected his jeans and boots, and on her way back to the bus, she dumped the jeans and boots in the back seat of a parked car.
The bus continued its journey with one less passenger on board, and Jane smiled with satis-faction the rest of the afternoon. There wasn't a male alive she couldn't handle.