Chapter 5
No sooner had the blood-stained prick of Father Furst fallen from her tattered cunt and the priest gone back through the door into the sacristy then the females of the cloth fell upon her under the guidance of the sadistic mother superior. A thirst for the delights of a young nun's naked body had worked the older nun into a state of frenzy.
"Leave the mantle and veil on, but get the rest of it off," the mother superior growled at
Sister Rachel. "Then I want you to sit your naked pussy right down on Sister Grace's face."
Grace was revolted by the idea of eating pussy, even though she had been accused of it before. Any time a tongue had touched cunt flesh when Sister Grace had been involved, it had always been her pussyslit that was being licked. Actually having pussylips pressed against her mouth was almost too lewd to believe.
But Sister Grace knew what would come from defiance-the threat of the whip was always in the back of her mind. The welts that covered her body were still hurting, and she didn't want to add to that pain.
Sister Rachel stepped onto the canvas and stripped away her robe and shifts. The panties and bra quickly followed and she stood naked except for the mantle and veil.
Rachel's tits were magnificent. The full womanly size of her fleshy tit mounds made Grace feel like her own tits were little more than those of a child. Her nipples jutted out as if they were waiting for a hand or a mouth to enclose them, and their hardness showed that she was turned on by the thought of grinding her pussy right into Sister Grace's face.
Rachel's pussy was as striking as her tits. A full muff of cunt hair swirled around the pouting cunt slit, which showed through her golden-red hair. The pussy crack was like an open pink mouth already puckering to meet Grace's kiss. Juice glistened in the pussy slit.
"Holy Mother of God," Sister Grace moaned as the other young nun positioned one bare foot on each side of her head.
The captured girl looked right up into the flowering pussy gash that hovered above her face. With the spread of her legs, the cunt slot had opened to reveal its glorious splendor.
Her clit was larger than Grace had ever thought possible, jutting out from the top of the pussy crack like a tiny cock. It made her own pussy feel just that much more insufficient, not knowing whether her tiny clit bud was unnatural or not.
Her outer cunt lips pouted open to show more delicate inner cunt lips, and nestled between them was the opening of her cunt hole. Moisture glistened on the pussy mouth as if it was ready for a wet, luscious kiss. The whole crotch began to settle toward Sister Grace's face.
The tortured nun stared open-mouthed at the pink pussy as it came nearer. The more Rachel crouched, the more the pussy gash parted, until it was big enough to match the spread of Grace's own lips. It soon covered the lower half of Grace's face, cunt lips perpendicular to her mouth. She was almost smothered by delicious young cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Sister Rachel cooed, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
Grace's open mouth kissed the cunt gash and sent thrills of sexual desire through the girl sitting on her face.
Golden-red cunt hair tickled Sister Grace's nose as folds of pussy flesh slipped between her teeth. The flavor of pussy was there from the start, slightly acidic but gentle to the tongue. Rachel's long, tender clit tickled the bottom of her nose.
"Eat her cunt!" the mother superior hissed, leaning over.
The older nun's mouth was only a few inches away from the cunt-licking lips of the younger girl.
Grace's tongue snaked out and stroked the tender cunt flesh inside the open, sweet-smelling pussy gash.
It slid down the slippery slit to the pussy hole and began fucking up into the ring of muscles that made up the tight little mouth. The tongue curled to force its way into the slippery channel.
"Fuck me with your tongue!" Rachel groaned, her pleasure beginning to consume her. "Fuck into me like your mouth had a cock. Eat out my cunt hole while I rub pussy juice all over your face!"
If there was anything the passionate Sister Rachel liked better than eating pussy, it was having her own cunt stroked and fucked by another girl's velvety tongue.
Tight hands gripped Sister Grace's wrists, forcing them down against the scratchy old canvas. No one held her legs now, but there was little freedom in that. Her entire head was pinned by an overflowing cunt.
The pussy gash began slashing about her face. Sometimes the slick slit covered both her mouth and her nose and cut off her breath.
The bottom of her wimple was totally soaked in pussy juices. The cunt that was fucking her face was pouring out its cream, which gushed also into her mouth. Grace was swallowing as often as she could, and she still always seemed to have a mouthful of the tasty stuff.
"The clit!" Sister Beth ordered, whispering urgently in Sister Grace's ear.
Grace's lips closed over the throbbing shaft of sex nerves and sucked Rachel's clit far into her mouth. Her teeth and tongue closed down over it as they had done to Father Furst's cock, and she sucked on it like it was a man's prick.
Suddenly Rachel's entire body stiffened. A whole gush of pussy juice poured from the cunt lips and Grace had to pause in her sucking to gulp some of it down. Most of it ran down onto her neck, seeping through her wimple to drain to her tits.
"Suck it!" Rachel hissed, slamming her knees against Grace's ears. "Give me a good cock-sucking on my clit! Ram it into your mouth just like you did that awful priest's prick!"
The flood didn't stop or slow down. Grace had shifted enough to let almost all of it run off her face so she could keep sucking on the distended pussy clit. What little that seeped between her lips told her that the taste was changing in the fluid draining from the other girl's cunt. Sister Rachel was finally beginning to cum heavily onto the captive girl's face. Her pussy was ridden against Grace's face, lips tugging at her clit, and her chin poked against Rachel's cunt hole.
"No more, greedy girl," the mother superior finally said to Rachel as she was pussy-riding
Grace's slickened face. Three times she had to say it sternly before she clawed through to the attention of the cumming girl.
"You're not letting Sister Grace in on the fun," Sister Beth chastised the lust-driven young girl. "Slip down there and rub your pussy mounds together. Fuck your cunt slits up and down into each other's and both of you can cum."
Grace's own cunt had slickened while her attention was diverted, but she really didn't want the touch of the other girl. It was just one more perversion into which she was being compelled. But Rachel didn't seem to have any such reluctance, as she slithered down onto Grace's naked body. Tits rubbed against tits, nipples teasing together, as the cunt gashes finally came together.
Rachel shifted her hips slightly downward, holding herself up on her elbows, then drove her cunt mound into that of the tortured girl. Hot, wet pussy slots matched lips to lips in their vaginal kiss. Rachel's clit was pulled along the length of Grace's pussy gash and felt almost like a tiny cock. Grace's own clit had also begun to swell until its nubby head finally poked out to meet the larger, harder one protruding from
Rachel's pussy crack.
Grace couldn't help herself. She creamed pussy juices right up into the other girl's cunt gash. Pussy slits rubbed one another, clits stroked against each other. The sexual lightning that it was stirring was almost driving both girls wild. Their cunt hair was so mashed together that the hairs intertwined, golden-red strands tightly snarling into the ebony ones of Grace's cunt.
Rachel's body arched upward from a particularly crashing cum. Her hands pushed the floor so hard that they almost lifted her free from Grace's naked flesh. Only their pussies remained clamped together to continue building the blazing sexual fire.
Just then something thick and gooey splashed down into their grinding cunts. A whole jar of it was thrown into their pussies, and they were almost startled apart. But, before they could move, both the mother superior and the fourth nun had pounced on Rachel's naked ass. They forced her ass down until their cunts were even closer together. Something mushy permeated their pussy hair. Slowly it began to warm, and seemed to grow thicker.
"What are you doing?" Sister Rachel screamed, but couldn't pull her cunt from Grace's crotch. "What the hell did you throw on us? It's soaked down both of our cunts!"
"It won't be wet for long," the mother superior laughed. "You both seem to like pussy so much that I thought I would give you a chance to keep them together. It should be about dry now-it's fast-acting cement that won't stick to your skin, but will weld your pussy hair completely together. The only way to get your cunts free now is to either cut the strands or to pull yourselves apart."
Grace and Rachel found that it was true. No matter how much they twisted, all they managed was to make both of them hurt. Finally they landed on their asses, with their legs crossing each other's, keeping their pussies together to keep from tearing out the hair.
"Please set us free!" Sister Grace pleaded, wincing.
Any slight movement made her cunt hair feel like it was being pulled out by the roots.
"Oh, no," the older woman laughed. "Getting loose is your problem. My problem is to punish you for your sins and transgressions. And that means the whip for Sister Grace's past failings and for Sister Rachel's lack of restraint.
As soon as you're tired of my beating you, you can pull yourselves apart. The whip isn't going to stop until you do."
One of the other young nuns returned with a bullwhip. For a second, Sister Grace thought she was the lucky one when the mother superior clearly preferred to whip Sister Rachel. But she hadn't counted on the sadistic young bitch behind her who had finally gotten her hands on the lash. She made Grace pay for every single lash that she had ever taken herself.
An explosion of pain ripped across Grace's back, searing the flesh with a long scarlet line. It landed on flesh, missing the veil, and the tip of it wrapped around and slapped the side of her right tit. The whole tit mound leaped and a knife of excruciating pain burned into her chest.
"Nooo!" Grace screamed at the return of the brutal whip.
Her body was still laced by the marks of the beatings before, and there was little undamaged flesh. Everywhere that the whip landed now would be cutting old wounds, which made it that much more painful. Desperately, she threw her shoulders and arms back, trying to block the next blow from the whip.
It was a mistake. The front of her body was pulled away from Sister Rachel's and the next slash fell on the top of her exposed tits. Sear marks etched into them, and the pain was almost too intense to bear. Grace's body jerked erect, her arms flying around to wrap across her tits, and the whip cut again into her back. There was no way to protect herself both front and rear.
The mother superior was also busy with the bullwhip. She, too, slashed Rachel's back, and hit the young luscious tits every time they were exposed.
Frantically, the two girls tried everything, driving their bodies together to mash tit to tit to protect the bruised nipples. Locked together, they looked like one large naked beast with two backs and no front. But the position gave the two torturers all the flesh they needed to slice at, and the vicious beating seemed as if it would never stop.
Within minutes, both of the veils were tattered cloth and laying uselessly on the floor. No longer able to stand the repeated blows to her previous wounds, Grace suddenly threw herself backwards again. This time when the whip crashed down onto her tits, the end of the lash caught one of Grace's nipples. It began to bleed from a tear at its base. One more such blow and it would probably be ripped from her tit.
"Aeeeiii!" Sister Grace screamed, knowing that she couldn't stand much more.
Her hands covered the ends of her tits to at least protect their swollen, bleeding nubs. Something had to be done quickly and there was little that she could do. Everything depended on the two lashed girls getting apart.
Already leaning backward, Grace threw herself to the rear even more. Pain ripped through the flesh around her pussy severely but she was too shocked to scream. Around the edges of her muff, small patches of cunt hair pulled loose. Pores were ripped to pieces as the roots of the kinky black hair tore free.
"Nooo!" Sister Rachel shrieked as her pussy felt like it was being torn apart.
Hair from her golden-red cunt pelt had also torn free. Their bodies were far apart now and the whips traveled to the middle. Grace's hand still covered her damaged, bleeding tit, but the other tit was bouncing free. Both of Rachel's tits were slashed, and the bull whips even cut their stomachs. Even though they were trying to do what the mother superior was forcing upon them, the lashing slowed not a bit.
Grace lunged backwards again. This time both of the naked girls screamed at the top of their lungs. Whips whistled through the air and snapped against sweating female skin. The tearing of cunt hair from pussy flesh was almost loud enough to hear.
Sister Grace worked her right foot up onto Sister Rachel's stomach where it could push hard against the milky flesh. Levering herself away from the other naked body, she managed to tear more pussy hair apart. The cement held without giving, and all of their freedom was won through torn skin. Another shove, this time with the sole of her foot braced against the bottom of one of Rachel's tits, gained them a little more room.
Rachel's foot was now also pushing against Grace's tits, and neither young nun cared how much pain she was causing. Anything would be better than the whips that were quickly beating them to death.
Then, with both of them giving a mighty shove, most of the hair pulled free. Some of it ripped from Rachel's flesh and the rest of it tore from Grace's skin. Nothing held them together now except the thick swatches growing from their outer cunt lips. Some of the hair was rooted in extremely tender pussy flesh and would be even more horrifying to pull out.
But the whips solved all of their reluctance; it was the only way they could get the beating to end. Sister Grace shoved her foot almost through the other girl's body, while Rachel nearly crushed Grace's left tit.
Then they were free. The last tangled cunt hair jerked from pink skin. Both of them bled profusely around their pussies, and angry red patches of bare skin showed where cunt hair had been.
All four of their hands slapped into their two cunts, trying to rub away the pain. What cunt hair that Rachel had left was topped by the black strands of Grace's muff. And Sister Grace's tattered pussy muff looked bleached on the ends where golden-red hair intertwined with the black.
They were free. The whips had finally stopped. But they had paid a very dear price.