Chapter 7
Sister Jocelyn wasn't playing games. Sister Grace knew that for certain now. The big nun was serious.
The leather straps binding Sister Grace's wrists and ankles were real leather, leather that cut into her flesh and impaired her circulation, leather that was hurting her. Her hands and feet were numb, throbbing sickly. Sister Grace could hardly move her fingers or toes due to the tightness of the bindings. Her arms were stretched up and outward, her wrists bound to the head-posts of the four-poster bed in the same fashion that her ankles were bound to the foot-posts of the bed. Her legs were spread so wide the insides of her thighs ached.
"Beautiful," Sister Jocelyn said, pacing back and forth alongside the bed and inspecting Sister Grace's nude body. "Gorgeous. Such a dark-eyed little bitch, but such cream-white skin. Such a contrast. Oh, you're so sexy!" The big nun thrust her hand between her own legs and clutched her dripping blonde crotch, masturbating herself shamelessly.
Sister Grace turned her head away so she wouldn't have to watch. Even after all that had happened so far, Sister Grace couldn't bring herself to accept that her mother superior was even more of a slut than she herself was.
Sister Jocelyn pranced over to the other side of the bed, her huge tits wobbling, her hand still massaging her slime-leaking pussy. "Smart little bitch, ain'tcha? Think you're too good for me, doncha?"
"Sister Jocelyn, I-"
"Shut up!" Sister Jocelyn slapped Sister Grace across the face with the hand she'd used to masturbate herself. The big nun's pussy-cream spattered into Sister Grace's eyes, making them sting. Sister Grace whimpered, her head throbbing from the force of the slap, but she didn't dare utter another word.
"Cock-loving bitch, ain'tcha?" Sister Jocelyn jeered. She snatched up a leather strap from the mattress between Sister Grace's legs. The strap was a thin strip of leather, the same kind of strap that Sister Jocelyn had used to bind Sister Grace's wrists and ankles. "I asked you a question, bitch!"
Sister Grace bit her lips, unable to stop whimpering. This just couldn't be happening, it just couldn't!
"All right, you asked for it!"
Sister Jocelyn doubled up the strap and cracked it across Sister Grace's abdomen. Sister Grace arched up away from the mattress, her entire belly on fire. She screamed in pain and terror.
"Shut up!" Sister Jocelyn screeched. "Shut up, goddamn you!" She whipped Sister Grace across the tits, nearly slicing open Sister Grace's left nipple.
Sister Grace almost bit her tongue off, but she managed to hold back her second scream. She struggled against her bonds, reflexively trying to curl herself up into a ball. She couldn't move. She was splayed out and completely vulnerable.
"Say you're a cock-loving bitch," Sister Jocelyn ordered. "Say you're a cock-sucking bitch." Sister Jocelyn raised the strap high. "Say it!"
"I'm a bitch," Sister Grace said, her voice trembling severely.
"What kind of bitch?"
"A cock-sucking bitch. A cock-loving bitch."
The strap cracked savagely across Sister Grace's loins.
Sister Grace jerked, biting her lip, shivering with the fiery pain. Tears leaked out of her eyes despite her tightly clenched eyelids.
"Serves you right," Sister Jocelyn muttered. "Cock-loving bitch. All you young things and your sick lust for those stinking pricks. Damn you all!"
Sister Grace tensed for another crack of the strap, but none came. She slowly opened her eyes, waiting a few seconds for her vision to clear before she spotted Sister Jocelyn rummaging in the dresser drawer again. She dreaded whatever was coming next.
Sister Jocelyn was strapping something around her loins. It appeared to be a wide belt of some kind, and Sister Jocelyn wrapped it around her at the level of the middle of her large but shapely ass. The big nun wheeled around them, hands on her hips, a lurid smirk on her face.
Sister Grace thought she was seeing things. Sister Jocelyn displayed a huge hard-on, a big stiff cock which was sticking straight out of her groin. It was flesh-colored, and the overhead light reflected off it.
"Like it?" Sister Jocelyn stroked her cock. "Just like the real thing, ain't it, doll?" She masturbated the rubber dildo with quick jerks of her hand.
She looked grotesque-big tits, long blonde hair, hour-glass figure and a big, true-to-life cock jutting from her groin and gripped in her flying fist. The cock had a head and veins and everything. From this distance it looked as real to Sister Grace as Rex Meyer's cock had looked to her from the alley.
Sister Jocelyn released the dildo and strutted across the room, the rubber cock wagging just like a real cock. She grabbed a pillow and tried to stuff it under Sister Grace's ass so as to raise the younger nun's loins.
"Well, lift your ass, for christsake!" Sister Jocelyn slid the pillow under. "There, we're all set." She climbed up on the bed and crawled between Sister Grace's legs.
Sister Grace was leaking cunt-juice on the pillow. She couldn't help herself. As much as she hated this entire perverted affair, she couldn't stop the heat in her cunt, couldn't stop her cunt from leaking. She stared up at the big nun and saw the huge wobbling tits, the rubber cock standing out from the nun's blonde groin, and she felt like laughing, felt like crying, felt like vomiting.
"Want it, doncha?" Sister Jocelyn said in her sluttish tone. "Wanna get fucked, doncha? Well, doncha?" She reached down and gripped Sister Grace's black pussy-hairs, yanking on them viciously. "Doncha, bitch?"
"Yes," Sister Grace gasped. "Yes, oh yes! Please-"
"Shut up!" Sister Jocelyn fell on her and rammed the solid-rubber dildo against Sister Grace's wide-open crotch.
The mother superior was sweaty, flushed with heat. Her big tits felt like hot-water balloons against Sister Grace's tits, her nipples like hot spikes.
"You little bitch!" Sister Jocelyn muttered, biting Sister Grace's neck hard.
Sister Grace was helpless, utterly helpless. She could do nothing, spread-eagled, her loins thrust upward from the pillow under her ass. All she could move was her head and her numb fingers and toes.
Sister Jocelyn chewed Sister Grace's lips and nipped Sister Grace's nose with sharp teeth. All the while she was biting, Sister Jocelyn writhed on top of Sister Grace's nude body, rotating her loins and grinding the head of the rubber cock against Sister Grace's steaming pussy. The cockhead was so large, so blunt, that it took a while before it found Sister Grace's pussy-hole and began to stretch it open.
Sister Grace gasped at the big dildo began to slide into her body. It was completely dry and had her pussy not been so slick with cunt-juice, the dildo would have torn the tender flesh between her cunt lips. As the head disappeared inside her, Sister Grace gasped again, arching upward. She wanted it, wanted to get fucked by the big rubber cock, but at the same time she didn't want it, felt perverted and degraded and abused. This wasn't a male fucking her, this was a woman, and not only a woman, but a nun-a mother superior! It was beyond all decency.
Sister Jocelyn screwed the dildo halfway in. "Ya love it, doncha? Doncha?"
Sister Grace turned her head to the side, biting her own lip. I hate you she thought-hate you! Her stretched cunt throbbed.
"Oh, getting smart on me again, huh? Well, fuck you!" Sister Jocelyn fucked the dildo all the way into Sister Grace's cunt, grunting as she did so.
Sister Grace arched up, gasping, tense as a bow. A flame shot through her loins and she felt hot tingles flood her ass-hole and cunt. She did love it. Oh, God, how she did love it! And because she loved it so much, she hated Sister Jocelyn that much more, hated the mother superior because Sister Jocelyn was showing her just how much of a slut she really was. She was enjoying the feel of Sister Jocelyn's smooth female flesh against her own female flesh, loved the feel of Sister Jocelyn's spongy tits on her own spongy cones of tit-flesh. It was so fucking perverted she wanted to scream-and yet, she loved it, loved the perversion and her conflicting feelings and the lustful feelings flooding her cunt.
Sister Jocelyn fucked the dildo in and out, rammed it in and hauled it back out, eight inches at a stroke. Sister Grace's cunt itched, tingled, ached, throbbed, burned. It clutched at the plunging dildo automatically, like some kind of machine. Within moments the dildo was making rhythmic squishing noises inside Sister Grace's pussy due to the slimy juiciness of Sister Grace's seething cunthole.
"Kiss me," Sister Jocelyn said. "Turn your head back here and kiss me, you little bitch." She humped up and down, smacking her sweaty belly against Sister Grace's abdomen, stuffing the dildo up Sister Grace's cunt again and again and again.
Sister Grace reluctantly but expectantly turned her head. She'd never kissed another female before but now their mouths met, Sister Jocelyn's full, lust-swollen lips closing over Sister Grace's lips. Sister Jocelyn's fat wet tongue slid into Sister Grace's mouth, across her tongue and down into her throat. Their teeth clicked together, sending electrical sensations through Sister Grace's gums.
"Fuck you, you little bitch slut!" Sister
Jocelyn muttered, her loins whacking up and down, her dildo plunging faster and harder in Sister Grace's seething cunt. Her hot nipples seemed to quiver like hot spikes against Sister Grace's nipples, thrilling Sister Grace's tit-flesh and sending itchy pulsations through Sister Grace's nipples and straight down into her cunt.
Sister Grace gasped, jerking her loins up and down to meet the humping loins and thrusting dildo of the older nun. She couldn't help herself. She felt too good. All her inhibitions had beem smashed to hell by her lust. She strained against her restraints, mad to wrap her arms and legs around Sister Jocelyn's writhing body, to clutch the humping nun against herself, to draw the dildo into herself deeper, harder.
But she couldn't. She was spread out, arched up at the middle, completely helpless and at the mercy of the mother superior. Her cunt burned with lust, clutching frantically at the plunging dildo. She hadn't been fucked in years, hadn't been fucked so wonderfully hard since her father had done it to her on that last afternoon of his life.
"Come, you bastard!" Sister Jocelyn panted, sweat beaded on her forehead, her lungs heaving from the exertion of her furious fucking. "Spasm! Feel it good, feel it all the way!" She screwed the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sister Grace's eyes rolled back into her head. She felt like shitting and pissing, felt like screaming and cursing, wanted more than anything to bury her fingernails and toenails in Sister Jocelyn's back and ass-cheeks. She arched up so high that she lifted Sister Jocelyn six inches along with her.
"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!" Sister Grace thought she was going to go out of her mind from the sensations gnawing through her clutching cunt. She ground her pelvis against Sister Jocelyn's loins, screwing her cunt madly around the plunging rubber cock.
"Yeahhhh!" Sister Jocelyn breathed. "Beautiful! Feeling it, ain'tcha, ain'tcha?" She plunged the cock all the way in, then ripped it all the way out.
Sister Grace whined, her empty pussy contracting furiously, her clit so hot and hard she was sure it was going to split down the middle. "God, shove it in! Shove it in! Oh, goddamn it, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
Sister Jocelyn yanked the rubber cock out of its belt harness and stuffed it down Sister Grace's throat. It was so drenched with pussy-slime that Sister Grace gagged on the taste as much as on the huge sex-toy itself. While Sister Grace jerked up and down, close to pain because nothing was filling her cunt and she couldn't even squeeze her legs together, Sister
Jocelyn fucked the entire dildo in and out of Sister Grace's mouth and throat, nearly choking her to death.
"Enjoying yourself, cock-lover?" Sister Jocelyn wrenched Sister Grace's right tit, clawed into the nipple until Sister Grace nearly passed out in agony. "Bitch cock-sucker, bitch cock-sucking cunt!" Sister Jocelyn jerked the dildo out of Sister Grace's throat at the same time that Sister Grace's orgasm subsided.
Sister Grace went slack, spit leaking out of her mouth, cunt-juice running like paste out of her cunt. Her lungs heaved, her tits rising and falling rapidly. She was so grateful to still be alive that she closed her eyes and cooed silently. She was aware that Sister Jocelyn had climbed off the bed, but she refused to open her eyes to see what the depraved mother superior was up to now. She needed to relax, to try to forget where she was and what was happening.
Only a few moments later, Sister Jocelyn was back.
"Lift up, bitch!"
Sister Grace opened her eyes to see the big nun with some kind of leather contraption, and as she raised her loins in response to Sister Jocelyn's order, she realized that it was some kind of girdle constructed of leather straps. The mother superior strapped the girdle around Sister Grace's waist, then brought a thick leather strap down between Sister Grace's legs from behind.
"You're gonna love this, bitch," Sister Jocelyn said.
She held up a smooth, white-plastic cylinder which was tapered at one end like a cockhead. The cylinder was about nine inches long and as big around as the dildo Sister Jocelyn had just used. Smirking, Sister Jocelyn rammed the plastic tube up Sister Grace's cunt.
Sister Grace grunted from the suddenness of the entry, but the cylinder was so smooth that it really didn't hurt her stretched-out cunthole.
Sister Jocelyn fitted the free end of the tube into a hole in the crotch-strap to the front of the girdle-belt. Sister Grace now had a belt around her waist, a strap around her crotch, and a huge plastic cylinder stuffed in her cunt and held inside her by the crotch-strap. Sister Jocelyn twisted on the exposed end of the plastic tube, and suddenly a buzzing sound started and Sister Grace's cunt flooded with tingling vibrations.
Sister Grace couldn't help but moan. The sensation was incredible. She'd never had a vibrator up her cunt before. Her cunt started clutching at the vibrator as if it were a cock, and Sister Grace knew she wouldn't be long in spasming again.
"Like it?" Sister Jocelyn continued smirking. "Good. Let's see if you still like it in the morning, though. Those are brand new batteries and they oughta last most of the night. Let's see how you feel about five tomorrow morning." She walked to the door. "I'll be sleeping in your bed tonight. You're gonna miss supper, but that's 'cause you've been a bad girl." She left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Sister Grace didn't have time to fret over her situation. The vibrating plastic cylinder in her cunt was sending delicious feelings through her loins and up and down her legs and spine. Her cunt got tighter and tighter, contracting rhythmically around the vibrator and making its buzzing pulsate. She was going to come, and she was going to come quick. She began to hump her loins. She felt the pussyjuice leak out of her around the stub of the vibrator. The feelings started in the pit of her cunt and spread through her crotch and loins and ass-hole. She cried out, spasming intensely, her pussy clutching so hard that the vibrator groaned, straining against the fierce gripping of her cuntal muscles.
"Oh, God!" she gasped as her orgasm petered out. The muscles of her loins ached from all the orgasms she'd been having. She wondered how many more orgasms she could have. Would she have one orgasm after another until the batteries of the vibrator wore down and it finally went dead? No, she tried to argue, that couldn't happen. After a while her pussy would just stop responding.
A few minutes later, however, on the verge of yet another orgasm, Sister Grace realized her plight. Her pussy was not going to stop responding. She would go on having orgasms until either she or the vibrator died. She cried out in pleasure and hopelessness as another orgasm ripped through her fired loins.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!"