Chapter 6
One of the younger nuns led the hobbling Sister Rachel from the large room while the two others hoisted Sister Grace onto a nearby altar table. She was on her back and a wedge of cloth was shoved under her ass to lift her pussy up toward the air. She was so exhausted and humiliated that she didn't try to stop them, even when they rubbed crude lye soap into what was left of her cunt hair.
Then the mother superior stepped between her legs with a glistening solid-silver straight razor held in one hand. The older nun eyed the tattered, soaked pussy patch, then began shaving it away with a crooked smile on her face.
Grace had been frightened that the razor would be used to torture her, but the mother superior used it only to whisk the hair away. When the cunt mound was completely bare, the young nun flipped Grace over and held her ass cheeks while Sister Beth shaved the hairs around her ass-hole. By the time the razor was through, there wasn't a single strand of ebony hair around her cunt or shithole.
They returned her to her small cell, locking the door when they left and leaving Sister Grace alone. Grace removed the clasps from her jet-black hair and let it tumble loosely down to cover her back. Then she groaned, sore with every move, and rolled over onto her back on the narrow, dirty cot.
Her fingers found her right nipple and touched it gently. Grace was almost surprised to find that the tattered nub of flesh didn't dangle loosely from her tit. One side of it had torn at the base against the areola, but the flesh hadn't been sliced clear through. A chance to heal and it ought to survive without being disfigured at all.
The only question now was whether it would get that needed opportunity.
The slash marks still burned and were crimson, but her skin hadn't been torn open at any other place but her tit. A few bruises here and there from the more brutal blows, but in some places the angry red had even begun to fade. She realized that it would be days before all of them were gone and, considering her situation, there was probably little chance that others wouldn't be created.
She sighed, then drifted off to sleep. Her sleep was fitful. Occasionally she would waken, confused about where she was, then she would remember and the tears would come. Prayer lulled her back to sleep each time.
Sister Grace recognized the dim room where she had been brought-the torture room of a dungeon.
Many of the devices scattered about the dank, cavernous area she had seen only in history books before. There had been a mild fascination for her in those crude drawings and she had often pored through them when she was alone.
The younger nuns forced her into a set of wooden stocks, ignoring the holes for her feet and trapping only her hands and neck. Her knees were on a canvas mat on the floor as they locked the top bar into place.
They left her for what seemed like hours.
Sister Beth, the mother superior, and Father Furst finally arrived. Grace was aching so severely that she was glad to see even them.
But the two frocked church officials had no thought of freeing their young captive. They had told the younger nuns to place her in stocks for a purpse. Grace tried to brace herself for the worst but her mind couldn't even conceive of the pain and degradation that was to follow.
Had she known then and been forced to anticipate it, it probably would have driven her out of her mind.
"That's a cute little ass hanging out there," Father Furst laughed harshly, then slapped a palm across the naked ass cheeks.
Grace jolted forward, driving her shoulders into the rough wood, and the sting in her ass burned clear out into the earlier marks of the whip. One blow had ignited them all and felt like several lashes from the evil bullwhip.
"And tits too," the mother superior sneered, leaning over to catch one of the dangling tits in her hand.
Fingers squeezed Grace's tit almost enough to crush it, then her hand yanked sharply away. Pain exploded throughout her tit and felt like it was almost ripped away. Thankfully, the mother superior had closed her hand over the left tit instead of the one already seriously damaged. Such a jerk of the hand might have finished the job of tearing her right nipple free.
Already, only seconds after her two torturers had stepped up to her, Sister Grace was in intense agony.
And the punishment hadn't even begun.
"Her cunt is all dry," the priest snarled as he poked a finger into Sister's Grace's pussy gash. "Well, my cock will juice it up."
Then the mother superior said to Grace: "You better pray for pussy juices, child, because if they don't flow, his cock is going to tear your pussy apart."
Grace heard the priest fall to the mat behind her, then his knees roughly pried her legs apart. One hand pawed into her cunt gash, spreading the lips wide. Then the dry knob of his cockhead butted against the opening of her pussy hole.
There wasn't a single drop of moisture between them, and fucking seemed completely impossible.
But the young nun hadn't considered Father Furst's determination and his complete lack of concern about how much pain he caused. In spite of the dryness, he was resolved to stuff his thick prick into her cunt.
"Ouch!" Sister Grace yelped as the first thrust was made.
The cockhead was nuzzled into the opening of her cunt hole but it pulled her flesh with it rather than slipping in. The skin inside her pussy gash pulled tightly at the effort and felt as if it was going to tear.
The cock wiggled from side to side, forcing another third of the cockhead inside. Grace gasped at the pain as the mouth of her cunt hole was forced inside along with his prick.
The cockhead fucked at the opening to her pussy pit as if that was all that it intended to try. Each little thrust forward stretched her skin and threatened to rip her flesh. The movements weren't going very far but it was enough to fire the pain.
"Oh, hail Mary, Mother of God," Sister Grace muttered beneath her breath.
All the prayers in the world couldn't stop the feeling of having a prick trying to jam into her dry cunt. But if prayers couldn't help her, her body could protect itself. The thrusting nudges against the mouth of her pussy had turned on the moisture of her cunt. Slowly it worked its way down to grease the stretched opening of her pussy hole. One of the thrusts finally drove the prickhead all the way inside. It was still tight in the faint wetness, but at least it was sliding a bit rather than tearing.
The sexual sensation turned on the additional flow. Slowly her pussy was greased, although in self-defense.
"I thought that cunt hole would rather have a slippery fuck than a dry one," Father Furst said behind her, now kneading his fingers over her battered ass cheeks.
Sister Grace didn't know which hurt worse, the bruising of her damaged ass or the painful plugging of her cunt hole. But she didn't have a choice. She had to endure them both.
"Get in on this, Sister," the father urged the mother superior. "Don't you want your naked pussy pleasured?"
Slowly Sister Beth lifted the bottom of her robe until she raised it clear of her hips.
Even the pressure of a cock in her cunt couldn't keep Sister Grace from staring intently between the mother superior's legs. The older nun had worn nothing beneath her shifts and robe, and her cunt was there to see.
Now Sister Grace understood the priest's words when he said that Sister Beth's pussy was naked. There wasn't a single hair growing around her cunt lips, and not even a shadow where it had been shaved. Somehow every single strand had been plucked from her skin and the pores destroyed to keep new ones from growing. Not a single hair would ever mark the mother superior's pussy, even until the day she died. Her pussy was indeed as naked as the day she had been born.
"You like that, Sister?" the older man said to the fascinated Grace. "You think the idea of licking a pussy would be so much better if you didn't have to worry about all of the hair? Just look at it! It looks like the cunt slit of a child. All the times you looked at your own hairless pussy when you were growing up, just wishing that you could kiss it, is finally going to come true."
Grace gulped air into her lungs. The hairless cunt crack did look like a younger nun's cunt even though it was bigger in size. The mound around the slit emphasized the depths of the pussy gash, where wet pinkness winked through. It looked almost good enough to eat, even to the startled Sister Grace.
That was exactly what she was going to have to do.
His huge cock now thundered all the way into her own cunt, shaved but not plucked clean. Juices were pouring around his impaling shaft, wetting down both her pussy gash and his cock. The sight of the mother superior's completely bare cunt mound had juiced Grace's pussy even more.
Sister Beth plopped her naked ass onto a bench and scooted up close to Grace's face. Her feet lifted high, then stretched beyond the younger nun's head until her calves found the top of the stocks. Her dripping cunt gash was now only a couple of inches below Sister Grace's face.
Sister Beth lifted her ass cheeks from the bench as she lowered her legs over the stocks until the backs of her knees locked across the top. Her pink pussy was shoved right against Grace's mouth and the bent knees across the top of the stocks kept her cunt in place.
Sister Grace's tongue wiggled out, trying to push the pussy gash away. She gained enough room to breathe and, at the same time, started licking the mother superior's cunt.
"Lick it good, slut sister," the mother superior demanded, "or I'll get my whip and beat you to death. I want a cuntlicking, and that mouth better not be still until I say it's okay."
Grace licked the slippery pussy crack. Her tongue gathered up a film of pussy juice and spread the taste throughout her mouth. The touch of her cheeks against the smooth skin surrounding Sister Beth's pussy felt somehow excitingly clean. It wasn't like trying to fight her way through the thick golden-red bush of Sister Rachel's cunt.
The priest's hard throbbing cock slipped out of Grace's own cunt hole. She was aware that it was gone, but she was too involved with licking the mother superior's pussy to wonder what it could mean. Her tongue teased up the slippery pussy slit until it tickled at the older nun's pulsing clit. Grace was glad to see that the bud wasn't nearly as long or big as the one in Sister Rachel's cunt. That one had made her feel inferior, and, while Sister Beth's was still larger than Grace's, it was at least close to the same size.
Something pressed hard against her shithole as Father Furst's hands spread her ass cheeks. The crack of Sister Grace's ass was pulled apart by the clutching fingers and she knew that her ass-hole was completely exposed. But she hadn't worried about it until it was rudely bumped by something that felt like a fist. Then the pressure increased and a third of the priest's bulging cockhead was pushed into the small brown hole.
"Nooooo!" Sister Grace screamed into the mother superior's cunt.
The puckered mouth of her ass-hole was painfully being pried apart. Now she knew what it was that was attacking her shithole, and the idea of a cock crammed through the small opening almost made her panic. Sometimes she hurt when she was just taking a shit, and nothing as big as a cock had ever come out.
"Please don't fuck me there!" she bubbled into the smothering cunt. "It hurts! I can't stand it already. Your cock is too big to ever go in there without tearing me apart!"
Lewd words that had made her wince only that morning were now pouring from her mouth.
"Aeeeeii!" she screamed as another shove drove the cockhead halfway into her shitter. "My ass-hole! Your fucking cock is killing my shithole. Take it out! Take it out!"
"No fucking way," the priest laughed sadistically. "I'm going to corn-hole your ass until you're blind! You're going to take so much long cock up your shithole that you're going to think you are in Hell!"
Sister Grace had never felt such tearing pain, even during the raping of her virgin cunt. Her ass ring wasn't built, she thought frantically, for such perverted abuse. Things were supposed to come out, not be shoved in, and the cock was entirely too big. So intense was the feeling that she could feel the circular hole that had been wedged by the cockhead, as her ass-hole fought painfully against the penetration.
Her whole body was shoved forward, ramming shoulders into the wood and bracing her body for the ass-hole attack. It felt like a knife was slicing into her rather than a prick.
"Ah!" the priest groaned as his cockhead snapped completely into the tight ring of the girl's ass-hole.
He stared down at his cock now disappearing into her ass. Every bit of the knob on the end was now out of sight behind the smoothly stretched hole and an inch of the shaft had been shoved in. The flesh around her shitter looked like it was caved in, as the ass ring gripped and held onto the skin of his cock in spite of the pussy juices that covered his prick.
The tightly gripping shithole was pulled all out of shape, and it even looked like it was going to tear. But Father Furst didn't give a damn; he was going to corn-hole this bitch sister for all he was worth.
"Eat cunt!" the mother superior screamed at the terrified young nun.
Hands wrapped into her long ebony hair and yanked Grace's face back down into the well-juiced pussy. Grace shrieked as another couple of inches of the bulging cockshaft was forced into her ass-hole.
Sister Grace gasped, her mouth opening wide inside the spread pussy gash. When her lips closed again, it was around Sister Beth's clit. The older woman hunched her ass up at the younger girl, driving her crotch harder against her face. Grace's mouth vacuumed up a clit, sucking it deeply between her teeth. Her lips snapped shut as she pulled air through her nose.
Three-fourths of his hard cock was now buried in her ass and it felt like a fence post had been shoved into her guts. Still the pressure bore on, ramming with all of the priest's weight centered on the tip of his cock. Slowly those last several inches were crammed in Grace's ass. When the prick was completely buried, heavy balls slapped against her cunt.
It still felt like she had a spike driven into her guts but her ass-hole was beginning to adjust. Grace moaned at the sudden relief of intense pain, but her sounds were muffled by the mother superior's cunt. Even the tip of her nose was buried in the sloppy cunt slit as her tongue thrust far up the gaping, slushy cunt.
The cornholing of her ass began. Her attention locked into the mother superior's cunt. Her ass ring relaxed to accept its thrashing and her tongue equally accepted the fate of its own.
The cockhead bulged into her guts. The brown butter of her ass now creamed and greased the way. Long strokes by the priest moved the shaft of the prick back and forth in her ass. He used his cock like a weapon, hammering it into the tortured young nun.
Grace's tongue slithered in Sister Beth's pussy as if it had a mind of its own. The tip of her tongue flicked against the sex nub of the clit, making the mother superior begin to cum. Then her face dipped to the cunt hole where her tongue lapped up the juices that were pouring out.
"God Almighty!" the priest moaned, thrusting his hard cock up the stretched little brown hole. "She has an ass-hole on her that's as good as her mouth and her cunt. It's milking cum from my balls!"
"Tongue-fuck my pussy!" Sister Beth howled as the series of aims that were rocking her began to grow higher. She rode upward with her cunt as if the girl's face were a saddle.
Sucking pussy and having her own cunt eaten were the two delights of the older woman. Already she had drunken from the pussy pit of this young neophyte, and it was time for her own cunt to receive its pleasure. The cunt-lapping little girl was doing beautifully, and driving her straight toward a blasting cum.
"Hallelujah!" Father Furst bellowed as his cock started to explode.
Ass-fucking the young nun had driven his prick wild. The brutal cornholing strokes in her tight ass-hole had stirred up his balls and readied a massive cum. Now it was roaring through him and exploding from the end of his cock.
"Glory be!" the mother superior screamed in her own blasting orgasm.
Cum was bubbling from her. The whole lower half of her body was bucking and thrashing against the younger nun's face.
Male cum rocketed into Sister Grace's ass, bathing the brutalized walls. Wad after wad of the sticky stuff spurted into her until it felt like it was filling her guts. Her face was covered now by the mother superior's cum and pussy juices, and her whole face smelled of naked cunt. But still she kept pushing her tongue in and out of the leaking pit.
The young nun was now little more than a fuck machine, cum spilling into two of her holes. And the one not busy now-her cunt-still held remnants of male fuck cream. Both pussy and cock had fucked her face, and the cock head plundered her other two holes. Female tongue had shoved up her cunt hole, and she felt as if she had been completely sexually abused.
Sister Grace was becoming an expert on carnal lusts.