Chapter 8
The rack was made of wood, a long, flat, narrow table with a series of cranks and pulleys beyond her head near where her hands were locked. At the other end was a brace into which her feet were snapped, and a smaller set of pulleys that worked with ropes from the cranks on the other end.
When Sister Grace first saw it, her naked dripping body stiffened but she was too exhausted to put up much resistance. The racks, too, had been rait of the manuscripts on torture that she had i ead, and she had doubted then that such things still existed. But somehow time had seemed to pass the old monastery by.
Sister Beth was cloaked in traditional habit, but the priest wore nothing except a billowy shirt. Beneath its hem, his long cock dangled, thick and swollen by his evil intentions, but not yet raging with lust.
They forced Sister Grace onto the table of the rack and twisted her onto her back. Sister Beth levered her hands far up past her head and slipped them into the nooses of ropes. Then a wooden bar was snapped over them, leaving them free to slide but not to lift from the table. Father Furst did the same to her legs-, fitting the layered nooses around her ankles then clamping her feet down so they couldn't move about. Then it was the priest who stood beside her, leaning down and breathing in her face.
"Think of it as religious training," he taunted her. "The mother superior and I are going to teach you about human endurance."
He laughed loudly and jerked erect. His hands grappled at the end of the rack and Sister Grace felt a tugging on her arms and legs. There was no pain, just a pulling of everything tight.
Then the crank sounded again and there was a strain on the ropes.
All along Grace's body, muscle and skin seemed to stretch. Slight wrinkles at folds of her body smoothed and began to clutch at the flesh beneath. Her tits no longer jiggled loosely on her chest but stood up erect and taut. In truth, it felt good, as it straightened out some of the kinks in her body that had grown from the torture before. Even her backbone was beginning to feel relieved, as if trapped nerves were starting to be set free.
"You like that?" Father Furst hissed, not taking his hand from the crank. "The first few turns always make the body feel better. But the thing you have to remember, Sister, is that pain always lies at the edge of pleasure. It's something every good religious person should know."
Again the sound of the crank snapped through the room. Her hands and her feet were pulled a fraction of an inch further apart. It hadn't been much, but just that added pressure turned the pleasant sensation into discomfort. Her shoulders snapped loudly as the bones adjusted into a new position, and her back was beginning to feel the strain. Her knees locked completely and her elbows were pulled shut, and the bones along her body moved in reaction to the force. Still there was no pain, but the pleasure was almost gone.
"Maybe you don't like it so much any more," the priest sneered at her, as if he could read her mind. "But you just stay right there, Sister, because it hasn't even begun."
There was nowhere for Sister Grace to go. He was just taunting her with the fact that she was totally under his control. Her naked body with its shaved pussy was spread out before him to do with as he wanted. Sister Grace had prayed frantically that day and even God wouldn't intercede.
"Ouch!" she cried as the crank spoke again.
Once more it was just a fraction of an inch more that her body was stretched. But this time her skin almost popped as the last of its slack was taken up, and it hugged the muscles beneath.
Across the bottom of her ribs, the skin no longer plunged to the flat belly beneath. Now it lifted in a more direct line with the pressure at her feet and formed a gentle slope clear to her navel. The skin around her tits had stretched tight across the bones of her upper chest, and the mounds of tit flesh began to flatten as their bases were pulled outward and the skin pressed down. Her nipples had almost disappeared into their halos, as if hiding from what was to come.
How far would he go? Would he actually tear her body apart?
Earlier she had been trapped in the cell and tunnel without the use of her eyes, and now she was paralyzed from the waist down, completely vulnerable without even the ability to thrash about and adjust her muscles. Only her neck and head were under her control, and even there the skin was beginning to tighten clear up to her chin. She didn't know which was worse-the blind tunnel, or being held captive by the rack. Her terror in the darkness came from not knowing what lay ahead, but now the thought that frightened her was knowing what was in store.
"Nooo!" Grace screamed when the crank was turned again.
Father Furst wasn't satisfied with doing it once so he rotated it again. Pain ripped into Grace's shoulders and through her hips as the long bones tried to adjust.
"Please stop it!" she cried, biting her lower lip to keep control of her fear. "It hurts so bad. It's like my bones are going to be pulled apart and the stretching of my skin really hurts."
He laughed at her. "Already you're crying and we've just barely begun. The only people they let be nuns these days seem to be cry-baby kids. A few more turns on this crank and you'll know that what you're feeling now could be classified as pleasure."
"No, please don't!" Sister Grace begged him. "I don't think I can stand any more pain."
"You'll stand it, bitch," he cursed at her. "You don't have any choice. And you need to remember that this is a lesson in human endurance. You'll surprise yourself, Sister, in just how much you can really take."
As if to prove his words, Father Furst turned the crank again.
Grace shrieked when the new pressure hit her and strained the connections of her bones. All of the joints had already adjusted to the direction of force as much as they could, so the added stretching began to pull at ligaments and the ball joints of her shoulders and hips. As the crank was turned, her body began to lift slowly from the table until just her shoulder blades and naked ass brushed at the wood.
The pain was unbelievable and she would have said or done anything to get free. Long before, in a life that seemed to no longer exist, she had wondered about witch trials and why women would admit to bonds with Satan. As soon as they confessed their witchhood, a burning stake awaited only hours away. Through her reading, Grace knew most of the so-called witches had been innocent yet had falsely admitted it and hastened their deaths. And now she understood. They had faced the same torment as she, and would have done anything to be set free even if that freedom was only for a few hours and would be ended with their deaths. She would have done it, she knew. Anything to get out of the tormenting grip of the rack.
"Look at this, Mother Superior," the priest said, his voice showing amusement. "Even the folds of her navel are starting to pull out."
The black-frocked nun moved over and stood next to the table. A finger of her right hand reached out and ran its tip into the tiny hole of her navel.
Grace winced. The-tip of the finger felt like a knife. When it hit bottom, it seemed to ram all the way into her abdomen to cut at the guts inside.
"I think you can stretch her a bit more,"
Sister Beth said sternly. "The little bitch nun hasn't even begun to suffer."
"No!" Sister Grace moaned. "It hurts so much I can't stand it. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it. Just get me out of this thing!"
"Tell me what you will do," the priest hissed, sadistic fire now burning in his blue eyes. "Tell me what I want to hear or I'll use this thing to tear your body apart."
"I'll suck your cock," Sister Grace groaned, and she really would do so eagerly to get away from the tormenting pain. "I'll let you fuck my face. I'll eat the mother superior's cunt and make her cum right into my mouth. Fuck my pussy until it bleeds, and run your long, thick prick right into my ass. Anything! Just stop it from hurting so much!"
"What do you think?" the priest asked the mother superior.
"I think you should turn the crank," Sister Beth replied.
"So be it," he said flatly and reached down to rotate the crank again.
When it came, Sister Grace was still caught by surprise. She never could have made herself ready for the leap in the intensity of her pain. no
The ball joints in her shoulders were pulled slightly out of place. Similar joints in her hips began to disengage. She could feel the bones edge apart and start to tear at ligaments and muscles.
"Please!" she gasped, finding it hard to get enough air.
The pain had made her pant but no longer did she have the breath. Her throat rattled as she sucked for dear life, and her chest felt like it was under the weight of a car. Muscle and skin pressed and pulled at her ribs and flattened them toward the table. It took all of her panic and strength just to pull in a trickle of breath.
"I can't breathe," she mouthed, the words little more than a faint hiss.
It was as if she was drowning while surrounded by a sea of air. No matter how hard she fought, she wouldn't be able to get enough to keep her alive.
"I think I'll let her do what she said," Father Furst finally decided when Sister Grace's lips turned blue. "I haven't fucked a throat in two or three weeks, and there's a cherry in this one's neck just waiting to be broken."
He rotated the crank once in the opposite direction, and the bones in Grace's joints started settling back into place. Another turn and she could breathe and she sucked in as much air as her lungs could hold.
Relief came quickly as the crank was spun back around. Tits reformed correctly. The folds of the navel sunk back in. Although the fierce agony was gone, there was still pain in her shoulders, hips and back. She would be sore for weeks, she knew, and could only hope that she hadn't damaged any muscles or tendons.
When she was freed, Grace was carried to a short padded table and laid down on her back. One end cut across the back of her shoulders, arching her neck and head backwards and down. Only the top of her hip was supported at the other end, as the mother superior held Grace's legs out. The older nun went to her knees, draping Grace's legs over her habit-covered shoulders with her heels in the center of her back. Her face poised just inches from the young nun's shaved pussy, which beckoned her for a feast.
"Now, Sister," the priest said crudely, "you're going to learn about throat-fucking cock. I'm going to jam my prick so far down your neck that you're going to think it's about to come out of your ass."
Sister Grace thought such an idea was impossible, but knew now that she couldn't trust such beliefs. Over and over throughout the day, she had been confronted by things that just couldn't be. But each one of them had happened just as they had been threatened. Not only her virgin pussy but also her ass had stretched to swallow up hard cock. The throbbing hunk of prick meat that was now being shoved at her face had already plundered all of her holes. But even that didn't seem to be enough. Now the priest was going to force it into her throat and fuck away halfway to her stomach.
Fingers snarled into her ebony hair and dragged her face further back and down. The strain automatically opened her mouth and the cockhead was pushed in onto her tongue. Its heat warmed the walls of her mouth as it slid about in her spit. Lips and cheeks closed around the penetrating shaft, giving it a tight mouth to fuck.
Between Grace's legs, the mother superior's face dipped to the shaved pussy gash. A tongue traced wetly along the outer lips of her spread cunt and slowly closed in on the pink flesh between. The tip of the tongue touched into the pussy slit between the opening of her hole and her tiny nub of a clit. Then her whole cunt crack was licked from top to bottom, becoming greased with the saliva from the mother superior's mouth.
The priest's hard, throbbing cock pistoned into Grace's mouth, sliding smoothly over her satiny tongue. Although the cockhead bumped each time against the back of her mouth, the priest made no effort yet to thrust into her throat. For a minute he seemed content to just face-fuck her, and Sister Grace felt a moment of relief.
In her pussy, the mother superior's tongue was flicking back and forth across her clit, stirring the nub into a state of frenzy. Juice was beginning to spread throughout the cunt crack as her body began to respond.
The cock thrusts grew harder. The hammer of his cockhead was more brutal against the bruised back of her mouth. Sister Grace wanted to make the priest cum before he got around to forcing his prick into her throat. She sucked down with all of the pressure she could build, and rolled her wet tongue across the bottom of the sliding prick. Her teeth scraped slightly along the skin.
"Suck that cock!" Father Furst hissed as he face-fucked the young girl.
Never had he seen such a delightful little bitch that took to cocksucking so well. And if he had known that she was only doing it to try to save her throat from his prick, Father Furst just wouldn't have cared. Her hot mouth wrapped around his thrusting cock was all that really mattered. He didn't ask that the young nuns enjoy his perversions as long as they were available for his prick.
The tongue thrust into Grace's cunt hole, reaching far up inside. Grace felt the juices being sucked from her pussy and could hear the mother superior gulp. The scratchy cloth of the habit was rubbing roughly along the insides of her thighs, but her body continued to respond. The more cunt cream that the mother superior drank, the more that flowed from Grace's pussy.
Slivers of sexual pleasure were darting around the young nun's cunt and belly even though her mind still revolted from being so lewdly licked. Sister Grace had lost control of her physical reactions much earlier in the day. Now she no longer fought it when her pussy began to flow. She just added one more sin to the number that she would have to confess once she escaped back to the world.
His cock rammed to the opening of her throat, but this time it didn't retreat. The hard knob of the cockhead remained jammed into the back of her mouth. Tension gripped her chest and throat and already she was having trouble trying to breathe.
The priest's hands slid around onto the back of her head and neck. They braced there to hold her face pressed into his cock. Slowly he pulled with his hands and pushed with his prick. The small opening to her throat centered on the tip end of his cock, where the pressure began to grow. Spit bathed around the connection to provide lubrication to grease the way into her neck.
All the while, Sister Beth was whipping her tongue around Grace's pussy. Her clit was stroked, then her cunt hole probed, then the whole pussy crack was licked from top to bottom. Her tongue didn't stop at the bottom of her pussy, but rode up on the small bridge of flesh. It slid further down until it bounced across the crinkled bud of her ass-hole.
Grace jumped at the new sensation, as the tip of her tongue tried to burrow into her shithole. The little thrust forward was just enough added force to push the cockhead halfway into her throat. Father Furst growled at the new-found pleasure and jerked back hard with his hands. At the same time, he thrust strongly with his hips and the whole swollen knob of his prick popped into Grace's throat.
She wanted to scream. The whole back of her mouth felt like it was pushed out of shape. The back of her tongue was pushed down to shove its tip clear out across her lower lip, and she sucked in air quickly before her throat was plugged up.
"Her goddamn throat is tighter than her ass! It feels like my cockhead is caught in a vise!"
An inch of the throbbing shaft ground in after the cockhead. Muscles in Sister Grace's neck were forced aside as the tube of her gullet reluctantly opened. Another inch of the shaft was buried, and Sister Grace thought that there would be no more until the throat-fucking was through.
Cum rocketed through her pussy at the urging of Sister Beth's tongue, and Grace's throat seemed to relax. It was as if the sexual pleasure had unknotted her neck muscles and discarded the instinct to gag. With the sudden release, every bit of Father Furst's prick slid into her oral grasp. More than half of it was buried right down in her throat as her forehead was banged by his heavy balls. Cock hair scratched against her lips and chin, and some of it tickled her nose.
Her mouth and throat were impaled on the spear of Father Furst's cock, while Grace's pussy was whipped into a cum by the mother superior's tongue.
His prick started backwards, dragging the cockhead through the snugness of her throat until only it remained in the tight tube. Trickles of air were able to make it to Grace's lungs after being sucked through her nose. It wasn't much, but it was more than she had counted on, and it would probably keep her alive.
The cock crammed back in, running its tip clear into the top of her chest. It wouldn't reach her stomach as he had threatened, but it was more than enough to choke the young girl.
"Take it all, fucking Sister!" the priest screamed. "I'm going to fuck and cum all down your throat!"
And with that threat began the pounding, one cock stroke after another as rapidly as the priest thrust back and forth with his hips. In Grace's cunt, the mother superior's tongue was like a tornado, weaving back and forth and spreading its destruction. Everywhere it went, sexual nerves seemed to explode and slam the young girl through a whole series of cums.
Hard cock drove into her throat, pushing her neck muscles out of the way. Quickly it retreated and slammed back again before the muscles could relax. Hairy balls slapped her forehead repeatedly and the pubic bone beat into her chin. His huge cock was already packing her throat full even before it began to swell even bigger.
"I'm going to shoot my wad clear down into your guts!" the priest yelled, jamming his prick down her throat.
Sister Grace tried to arch her face back even further to make the throat-fucking easier. But it helped little. Nothing was going to take away the brutality of the vicious rape of her neck.
The cockhead ballooned inside the grip of her gullet, and wetness exploded down the tube. Thick, sticky jism erupted from the cock's piss slit, greasing its way to her stomach. Again and again it erupted, bypassing her mouth and leaving no taste. At the other end of the table, her ass lifted from the table and shoved her pussy hard into the mother superior's face. As the priest poured in his cum at one end of her body, Grace fountained her own cum into the nun's waiting mouth.