Chapter 9
Before, when Sister Grace had been first humiliated, the young sisters had sat quietly and watched the beating of the young nun. But they were gone, and instead there were many monks watching her. Cowls covered their faces, and she could see little of their features, if any at all. They looked more like a macabre jury than a body of clerics, and Grace worried about the punishment they might mete out for imaginary sins.
That they were even still here in the monastery surprised her quite a bit. All of the rumors of its having been closed had said they'd been scattered to the wind. Underlying those rumors were whispers of lewd rites and actions that had led to their banishment.
But with them still here, Sister Grace didn't know what to believe. She feared the worst.
At least Father Furst and Sister Beth had allowed her to clean herself and dress, although she was given nothing to wear beneath her robe. She stood in the outer garments of the traditional habit, including mantle and veil, between the ceremoniously attired priest and mother superior.
The priest stepped forward a few feet to speak to the monks. Both of Father Furst's hands rose high as if in some strange benediction, and then he greeted the brown-cloaked figures.
"Welcome brothers," he intoned. "When you gave me control over the monastery I told you that I would make it worth your while. Once again, I live up to my word. Sister Grace has just joined us and is in her new novitiate, and is available this evening for your desires."
What did he mean? Sister Grace almost panicked. Was he planning to turn her over to the twenty cowled monks so that they could use her body?
Grace searched her mind through the old rumors about the monastery but couldn't pick out definite details of why it had been closed. Something about flagellation and fornication, but beyond that she just couldn't recall. But that was enough, since it confirmed her worst fears.
A couple of the monks rose from the bench and began making their way across the room. Father Furst and Sister Beth backed away, as if to totally relinquish control.
Grace stood petrified, her feet riveted to the floor. The priest and the mother superior acting alone, or just with the help of a few of the nuns, had been a terrifying experience. But now twenty horny old monks had been given control of her, and she had no idea of what they might do.
The first monk reached her and, without a word, ripped the side of her robe. It tore from the neck down over her right arm and gaped open on the side. She tried to pin the cloth to her skin with the inside of her arm to continued to hide her tit. But the monk wasn't finished, and he grabbed the loose flap at the front and tore it across her chest.
Sister Grace's succulent tits flopped free. They poked their darker nipples right at the brown-clad monk. Both of his rough, callused hands reached out and gathered a tit in each palm. His hands closed, clenching down with his fingers, and drove Grace to her knees from the pain. Her tits felt like they were clamped in a vise, and the anguish was almost too much to believe. like a horse held by a twitch, the rest of her body couldn't even move.
"It hurts!" Grace moaned, hoping there was an ounce of compassion in the old monk.
But he totally ignored her, not saying a word as most of his features remained hidden in the shadow of his cowl. As he held her firmly by the tits, the second monk who had approached peeled back the rest of the top of her robe. Then the first monk lifted her upwards by tugging on her tits. The tattered robe of her habit fell loosely to her feet. She was wearing nothing beneath. Sister Grace was naked except for the mantle, wimple and veil.
By slowly walking around her, still grasping her tits, the monk rotated Sister Grace through a complete circle so all of the remaining monks could see her naked cunt and ass.
"On your hand and knees like a dog," the monk said, and painfully clasped her tits.
Grace fell down, striking her knees on the rough canvas mat, and the monk let her tits go. His hands then pushed back his cowl from his bald head, then he kneeled directly in front of her face. His fingers dipped down, caught the hem of his brown robe, and lifted the heavy garment and the shifts beneath to reveal a hard throbbing cock. The prickhead jutted out directly toward her mouth, and there was a drop of clear pre-cum already spotting the piss slit at the end.
Sister Grace needed no instructions on what she was expected to do next. All that day cocks and cunts had been pushed at her face, and she knew that she would have to lick and suck. The whip marks still burned painfully across her back and her tits, constant reminders of what would happen if she didn't comply.
But even worse now was the threat that she might be returned to the rack where her joints had been pulled apart. When she had suffered on it before, they had released her before any permanent damage, but she was sure they wouldn't be so merciful if she was defiant to the old monks.
Sister Grace parted her lips. When the monk stood there without moving a muscle, she crawled forward on her hands and knees like a slave until she could lean down and take his prick in her mouth. The tip of his cockhead bumped against the front of her teeth, so she opened wider to force it onto her tongue. Still he didn't move; Grace understood. She, herself, would have to accomplish the rape of her mouth.
Sister Grace ran her face down onto his hard throbbing cock, jamming the thick shaft of meat clear to the back of her mouth. Her lips and cheeks closed around it, and she tightly closed her jaws. The monk's horny cock was gobbled into a narrow, hot, oral embrace, but still he moved not a muscle.
Someone was moving around behind her, however, as her naked ass cheeks bobbed up into the air. The rustle of cloth told her that the monk had stripped off his robe, and was lining up a prick with one of her holes. Hands roughly spread her ass cheeks, splitting open the crack of her ass, but it was into her juicy pussy that the thick shaft of meat thrust. Grace breathed a sigh of relief around the cock that was stuffing her mouth.
Boards creaked as the monks rose from their benches, and the shuffling against the canvas warned Sister Grace that they were gathering around. Her veil had fallen down over the left side of her face, and one of the monks reached down and tore it from her mantle. They wanted nothing blocking the sight of the cocksucking lips of the young captive nun.
Hard prick drove into the depths of her cunt, bumping hard against the tiny opening to her womb. Already the flesh down there had been brutally bruised, but the pain now just seemed like a part of the young sister's life. She had suffered so much since being led earlier before the collection of nuns, that it would have taken something severe to make her cry out.
Brutal fucking was the only thing she had ever experienced, and she knew nothing about someone being gentle. To her, hard hammering into her cunt hole was the only way a woman was fucked.
Cloth rustled around her, and Sister Grace glanced from side to side without allowing the cock to slip from her mouth. All around her, the circle of monks were shucking off their brown robes. The frightened nun had never seen so much hard cock. Everywhere she looked there was another throbbing prick, and she was the only one available for them to attack with their cum.
Thankfully, their long periods of celibacy had left their balls heavy with cum, and it didn't take long for the one she was sucking to blast off in her mouth. Wad after wad of the sticky, hot stuff rocketed in over her tongue. Her mouth was awash with it as she struggled to swallow it down, but some of it leaked out and dribbled down her chin. A couple of the monks moaned when they saw the white cum slipping from the corners of her lips.
When the first monk she had sucked withdrew his long prick, one of his naked brothers dropped down to shove his own cock in her mouth.
She hadn't even gotten a chance to relax for a minute before she was having to face-fuck again. At her other end, her naked ass was being banged by another monk's stomach as he drove his cock back and forth into her cunt. His balls, too, were loaded with cum, and only a few minutes of fucking was enough to make his cum erupt. Her pussy ran with the stuff a she continued to hammer into her, forcing the milky fluid and her cunt juices to drip onto the canvas of the mat.
Another lusty naked brother shoved the first cunt-fucker .aside and slipped in a cock that was only half the size of the one before. After Father Furst's and the first monk's raging monsters, the new one felt like the prick of some boy.
The boy-sized cock had an equally small amount of patience, and was spouting jism after only ten or twelve strokes. And when that one slipped from her over-juiced hole, the next one felt like a horse prick ramming into her cunt.
She winced at the pain, which drove her face down hard on the cock of the monk she was sucking. The cockhead nuzzled tantalizingly against the opening of her throat and she was afraid that her motion might give him the idea of trying to ram it into her neck. Fortunately, all that he did was to piston the hard shaft back and forth in her mouth.
Scalding cum suddenly spattered against her left cheek, some of it almost splashing into her eye. Another wad hit the side of her chin and she chanced a glance over to see whence it had come. Another of the bare-assed monks was kneeling beside her, whacking his cock off with his hand. Unable to wait his turn at her pussy or her mouth, he had jacked off into her face.
Cum splattered into her mouth from the end of the face-fucking prick, and she quickly gulped to swallow it down. So much cum was coming at her now from all sides that she was frantically trying to get rid of as much as she could.
The horse cock in her cunt blasted so fiercely that the spurt of the jism hit her almost like a blow. Suddenly another thick string of the milky stuff shot across the backs of her shoulders. Before she could glance over to see who was assaulting her now, a blast of cum jetted down onto her naked ass. Several of the lewd monks, their hair cut into halos, were jacking off on all sides of her body. Cum was arching down onto her naked body from all sides as if she had been caught out in a sudden summer rain.
The horse cock pulled from her cunt hole, and a hand groped roughly into her pussy crack. The thick flow of cum and pussy juices that it collected were smeared all over her ass. One thick finger jammed up her shithole and wallowed around inside her rectum. Then the finger was removed and a cockhead was bumped into the brown ring of her ass. Half of the knob on the monk's lusty prick burrowed inside with a single push. Another strong shove rammed half of the long shaft deep into her ass.
If she could have screamed, Sister Grace would have. But another massive prick was butted against the back of her mouth, stretching her jaws all out of shape. It was the biggest one yet to face-fuck her, and she was having trouble getting its thickness all the way inside.
Her ass was ripped with pain as the throbbing cock was driven the rest of the way inside. The perverted monk hadn't given her shithole even a second to try to adjust. The cockhead jerked far into her guts as the mouth of her shit-ter threatened to tear.
The cock in her mouth exploded. She hadn't even been aware of sucking it so hard. When that monk was finished spurting his jism into her throat, another one pushed him aside. Instead of aiming another face-fucking cock at her mouth, this one slid down onto his back and scooted down the mat. His legs shoved out between hers and the cornholing brother, then his hands looped around her greasy cum-stained hips. Her cunt was driven down onto the new iron-hard cock pole, and her pussy was stretched full of prick. Two lusty cocks now fucked her, one in her ass and one in her cunt.
With all of the horny monks still standing around, they didn't let her mouth get much of a rest. One that had quietly stood aside waiting his turn now dropped to his knees in front of her face. Sister Grace was gasping from the two cocks jammed in her two fuck holes, and she didn't even have to open her mouth. Her lower jaw hung open from the shock of what was happening, and the new monk drilled his cock between her open lips.
She was being pounded from all directions, each of them with a rhythm of his own cock.
When the one prick retreated from her ass, the one in her cunt hammered home. Her mouth had automatically closed around the hard shaft there, and the monk was fiercely fucking in onto her tongue. His cockhead hammered at the back of her mouth for a minute, then jammed tightly up against the opening of her throat. The hard thrust that followed caught her completely by surprise. She had been so consumed with the terribly stuffed feeling of having her cunt hole and shitter raped at the same time, she didn't even think of new agonies that might be happening right in her face.
Rough hands gripped the back of her head, driving her face into the cock. Reluctantly her throat parted and sucked up the tearing thickness of the knob of the prick. Hands grabbed at and pulled her tits as the thick cock was slid all the way down her throat. Neck muscles bulged visibly from the intrusion, and another wad of cum hit her in the side of the face.
Another monk straddled her back, fucking up the roughness of her spine. Three more were beating their cocks all around her, one of them aimed at the other side of her face. And when that blast of spunk hit her, it was straight in her eye. It stung like it was acid that was setting her eyeball on fire. Her vision on that side vanished, and tears washed cum down onto her cheek.
Cocks erupted in her mouth, her ass-hole, and cunt. Every time one of the lusty monks had creamed in her, another one with a raging prick took his place.
Time lost all meaning in her world of hammering cocks. She was quickly exhausted but that didn't stop the thundering pricks. With at least twenty of the sex-starved monks attacking her, there wasn't even time for a breath, much less a restful pause. Her ass was continually corn-holed until it felt as loose as an oversized sleeve. Her pussy was fucked so often that the lips of it became completely raw. And what seemed like a gallon of male cum had been swallowed by her mouth.
And still they kept fucking her. Face-fucking, ass-fucking, cornholing and even fucking between her tits. Her whole body was slick from head to toe, from jism that had been blasted onto her skin. Sometime later they took turns pissing on her, running their hot golden streams down her body from her tits to her cunt. Two of them pissed in her face while another shot his urine up her ass.
Sister Grace was abused and fucked senselessly, even though she was awake enough to feel the aches and pains. She knew all of them had shoved their cocks at her one way or the other, and some of them three or four times. And when that final little bit of awareness slipped from her, she became nothing more than a receptacle for their piss and cum.