Henry Perkins: Dungeon nun

"No!" she cried, turning her face to the side.

His right palm crashed into the side of her head, knocking her almost to the other side. Once again, it was her hand on the floor that kept her from tumbling to the carpet.

"Kiss my Goddamn prick or I'll knock you silly, then fuck it so far down your throat that it'll choke you to death!"

He would do it. She knew that he would. Now she was more frightened of him than she had ever been of her father when he had fucked his own cock into her mouth. Whimpering, she leaned forward, her lips puckering to kiss the fleshy cock-knob right on the piss-slit at the very tip.

Warm and rubbery, not the least bit as she had imagined. Although his prick nearly glistened, it was dry but seemed to pulse beneath the surface of the flesh. Its touch to her parched lips was almost enticing, and she drew her face back before more could happen.

"No wonder you Goddamn nuns don't get fucked more often," he snarled as one of his hands wrapped tightly in her veil at the back of her head. "You couldn't turn on a sex maniac with a cock-kiss like that!"

Pressure grew on the back of her scalp as her face was forced back to his prick.

"Now lick your lips to wet them, then part them a little to get the tip of my prick against your teeth."

Sister Mary Celeste did as she was told. Her face reddened with embarrassment at his suggestion that she – and the rest of her sisters – weren't worth being fucked. She was a nun, but she was also a young woman.

The cockhead bumped against her pearly teeth, her lips encircling the tip of the throbbing prick. Almost unbidden, her tongue tentatively reached out and brushed the tiny piss-slit being pushed to her face by his hand on the back of her head.

"That's right," he hissed at the sensation. "Maybe there's hope for you yet. Open your mouth and work that tongue all around the knob. Lick on my cock like it was a fucking icecream cone."

The thought was revolting, but it was at least something she was familiar with from the single incident with her father. He also had forced her to lap on his cockmeat like she was some sex-trained pet dog.

Her tongue licked at the undersurface, from the ridge of the fleshy helmet to the opening of his pissslit. Then her tongue swirled, coating the entire fuckknob with her spit. The heady smell of male crotch filled her nose, tantalizing her.

There was little taste until the first drop of his precum dribbled into her mouth. The fleshy cock-knob itself was rubbery, far different in touch than when her tongue strayed onto the skin of the prickshaft. Fingers tugged at the back of her head, pulling her face slightly away. He shifted his weight and thrust with his hips, rubbing the shaft of the long thick prick up over her lips and nose. Then his hand pressed again, and her lips slid along the ridge of flesh on the underside of his prick. Her lips left a trail of saliva for its entire length, until they were finally forced onto the sac of his balls.

Hair tickled the tip of her tongue. Her mouth closed over one of his balls. It was sucked in onto her tongue, which stroked the ball through the skin tightened by her teeth. Then her lips widened, and she captured both balls inside her hot mouth.

"Oh shit," he moaned, his free hand grabbing his cockshaft tightly in the fist. "Suck my Goddamn nuts! Get them worked up to shoot jism right up your cunt!"

His words snapped Mary Celeste back to reality. How it must look – a nun in full traditional habit on her knees sucking the heavy balls of a randy man as he jerked his prick alongside her nose and forehead! And he was planning to force that thick cock into her virgin cunt!

Her jaws slackened and her mouth fell away from sucking his balls, but she didn't know whether he truly noticed. At almost the same time, the hand wrapped into her veil at the back of her head snapped to the rear, pulling her face free from his groin. Hands grabbed her beneath the armpits and lifted her violently from the floor, only to slam her onto her back on the table. The edge of the wood cut across the top of her hips, leaving her feet and most of her ass dangling over the edge. It had all happened so fast that she didn't react until the hem of her robe was forced upward clear to her face. Hands leaped under the garment, sliding quickly up her exposed thighs to claw at the black panties that covered her pussy and ass.

"No!" she shrieked as she fought to clear the garment from her face. "You can't do this to me! I'm married to the church!"

"I bet the church doesn't have as hard of a prick as this one!" he snarled, tearing the last of the material of her panties from her thighs. His body forced itself between her legs, parting the lips of her cunt and opening the inner surface of the juicy pussy to the air and his sight.

It was as if his eyes had actually touched her. The cool air of the room prickled the inner lips of her pussy and seemed to kiss the opening of her virgin fuck-hole. Mary Celeste gasped and jerked the cloth from her face. Her eyes sought his and found that they were locked onto the canyon of her cunt.

She was mortified. Not only from the fact of a strange man staring into her pussy, but from the juices that she knew was making her cunt glisten. The slickness that was greasing the pinkness of her inner cunt had flowed during their struggle and she knew what it must appear to his eyes.

"You Goddamn hot-cunt bitch!" he cursed with an evil grin on his face. "That Goddamn cunt of yours is just leaking pussy juices and can't wait to be stuffed full of cock."

"No, it's not that way!" she cried, not knowing for sure whether she was trying to convince him or herself. The reaction of her body had come as a surprise, and she felt betrayed by her own flesh.

Something hot and hard bumped against the opening of her cunt. Her shoulders rose completely from the table as she arched up in a panic to see. Nestled into the whispy blonde cunt hair that surrounded her cunt was an angry, throbbing cock, a weapon poised and eager to pierce.

"Don't stick it in me!" she screamed as the prickhead drove slightly deeper between her spread inner pussy lips. The pink flesh stretched painfully as the knob at the end of his cock wedged into her resisting cunt. The prick stopped, flush against something that was barring its way.

"It hurts!" Sister Mary Celeste wailed, her shoulders stifl up as her head rolled from side to side to whisk her veil against the table.

She screamed from the tearing pain, something gave way and the man's cock fucked on into her cunt.

She was skewered. It felt as if a sharpened spike had been forced up her cunt. The throbbing prick now fucked inside her, its way smoothed by her pussy juices and her own blood, which leaked down hotly across her asshole.

Each time the fleshy prick pierced her, Mary Celeste cried with new pain and torment. It was as if she were being sacrificed, her virgin cunt laid open and bleeding as the hot shaft of cockmeat fucked also into her mind. Not only was her flesh being violated, also her vows were being ripped away, like her maidenhead by the rampaging prick.

"This is how a man fucks!" he growled as he fucked his prick with furious strokes into her battered pussy.

His words intruded onto the prayer her lips were mumbling as tears flowed across her cheeks from her eyes. No longer was she fighting it. The blood was the sigh of her submission. Her pussy and her ass crack were red with blood, and blood was puddling against the cheeks of her ass.

The knob of his cockhead battered the end of her pussy channel with each firm fuck-stroke into her depths. The inner walls of her cunt tingled from the gliding pressure and the pain of the stretched opening of her cunthole had finally faded away. Resistance only battered and bruised her pubic bone from the hammering of his own, so her body began to match the motions of the raping prick. With the deadening of pain, her body began to protect itself with more lubrication and a rhythm of its own. Although her mind could have never admitted it, her flesh was now fucking itself onto the cock.