Henry Perkins: Dungeon nun

"Jesus, you're a hot-cunted bitch!" he growled, misinterpreting her movements, as his strokes began to lengthen ad quicke. "Your steaming nun's pussy is about to make me cum!"

His cock swelled ever larger inside the cunt's grasp, and Mary Celeste's hips bucked up to meet the final thrust of the marauding prick. Her pussy felt about to explode, and her body unconsciously sought relief. Then something hot and wet hit the end of her channel like a surge of fire, and it was more than she could stand.

"Noooo!" she moaned as her body trembled, then shook, lightning flashing through her asshole and cunt.

Flames ignited her guts, then spilled over into her mind. As male cum rocketed into her pussy for the very first time, Mary Celeste was confused about what was happening to her.

"By the way," he chuckled, "my name is Joe."

When Joe finally slid from her abused body, his still-swollen cock slurping wetly from her bloody and cum-filled cunt, Sister Mary Celeste said a silent prayer that the man's depraved lusts had been satisfied and that she would be released.

Now, she knew better, naked skin against cold stone in the dungeon far underground, far from the library. An iron collar was snapped tightly around her neck, and her arms and legs were bound with heavy chains to metal clamps bolted to the stone floor. And, even worse, Joe was no longer alone standing there in front of her, leering down with eyes that almost pawed her naked tits and ass. With him was a man named Luke, who had appeared almost magically from the shadows once her initial rape was done.

The two men both wore only skin-tight jeans, but there the similarity ended. Joe was a massive individual with bulging muscles and chest, and black hair walked thickly down his entire front. The bushy hair on his head was equally dark and his skin was swarthy, with facial featues that were heavy and crude as if chiseled from stone. He was at least four inches shorter than Luke but at least fifty pounds of solid muscle heavier than the taller, lanky man. As dark as Joe was, Luke was equally light-blond hair that seemed to flow smoothly until its tips were only an inch from his shoulder. There was no hair on Luke's chest and very little on his unshaven cheeks and chin. Cold blue eyes stared down at the captive nun.

The two men had stripped Mary Celeste of most of her habit before carrying her downstairs to the dungeon. Gone was her robe and underwear, leaving her body naked with only the mantle with its wimple and veil to – as Luke had said – "lend an interesting touch". Her face was framed in white with the blackness of the veil falling down her back only to the top of her hips. Otherwise, every square inch of her skin was open to their sight and touch.

Her tits swelled out firmly, succulent mounds the size and shape of halves of heavy grapefruit. The skin was pale, untouched in the convent by sun, tipped by nubby nipples in the center of darkish pink areolas that rested at the pinnacles of flesh. The fair skin also stretched tightly over her young body to fall to a flat stomach and the pale sprinkling of cunt hair that followed the line of her vertical pussy gash, now stained slightly red from the blood of her rape.

Luke hissed like a lanky snake as he used one of his bare feet to push her knees apart so he could get a better look at her cunt. Then, balancing on his toes, he sat down on his upraised heels to stare Sister Mary Celeste directly in the face.

"What the shit is a fucking nun doing in this hellhole?" he breathed menacingly from just a few inches away.

"The church owns it now," Mary Celeste gasped in anxious reply. "A wealthy parishioner bought it so it couldn't be used again for evil purposes. I'm supposed to catalog the library before it's confined to the church vaults."

"All by yourself, little one?" he demanded.

"Sister Grace is joining me tomorrow," Mary Celeste answered.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she wished for them back. But that chance was gone now, and the men would be prepared for the arrival of the young nun the following day. Guilt washed over Mary Celeste as she knew she had sealed her fellow sister's fate to her own hellish plight.

"You hear that, Joe?" Luke said as he rose to stand next to his swarthy friend. "There's another young nun's pussy on her way here tomorrow. You got to break the cherry of this one, so the next one's mine. And if there's a third, maybe there'll even be a little cunt for Crazy Eddie and that donkey dick of his."

Crazy Eddie? Sister Mary Celeste wondered. Were there even more of these evil men lurking in the shadows?

"You sure she was a virgin when you fucked her?" Luke asked.

The words snapped the nun's mind back to her present situation.

"Look at her cunt," Joe replied. "It's still red. And, besides, I've still got her virgin, maidenhead blood smeared on my dick."

"You mean you didn't have her lick it off?"

"Well," Joe answered uncertainly, "she tongued it down before I fucked her. I wanted her cunt right then, not her Goddamn throat."

"Well." Luke smiled, turning to face Mary Celeste again. "That dirty dick of my friend's is a problem we're going to correct right now. You got dirty nun's blood all over it, so you're going to have to lick every speck of it off."

"No," Mary Celeste moaned, her mind reeling with the shame of what he was going to force her to do.

Not only would she have to place a fleshy cock in her mouth, but his prick would be covered by the remnants of her own debasement. It was almost too much for the frightened, sexually-inexperienced nun to conceive.

Once again a belt buckle snapped open, and her eyes were drawn once again to the sight of Joe freeing his massive, hairy cock. His prick flopped out heavily into the air, covered by brown stains.

"Please don't make me do that!" the nun begged, her hands groping around the stones beneath her as if trying to find some niche in which to hide.

All the protest earned was a ringing blow by the back of Luke's hand across her right cheek.

"You use that mouth for sucking cock, not for talking," Luke swore at her before turning back to the other man. "Get out of those damn jeans, Joe, and get over here and feed her some prick."

Luke was obviously the boss between the two men, and Joe stripped from his single garment to stand naked several feet before the kneeling nun. Already his heavy prick was beginning to thicken and swell at the prospect of fucking her mouth. Luke had been right – leaving the veil and the white cloth that surrounded her face in place made it even more exciting to the hairy man. By the time he stepped forward, his cock was already jerking in anticipation and ready to rape the pussy of her mouth.

Flakes of her own dried blood flecked onto her tongue as Joe's dirty cock drove past her lips and teeth to bump sharply against the back of Mary Celeste's mouth. The musky smell of ball sweat and dried cum rose thickly from his crotch and matted cock hair as he fucked his prick into her face. Luke had ordered her to lick it, but Joe never gave her the chance. Excited by the remaining habit she still wore, he fucked her mouth like a cunt.

Mary Celeste's knees ached where they pressed into the stone floor, and her fingers cramped from holding up her own weight.

"It's almost as good as her Goddamn cunt!" the heavyset man wailed as he fucked his prick into her sloshy spit.

Trying to swallow, the young nun unwittingly closed her mouth around his prickineat, and the new pressure almost drove him wild. No longer did Mary Celeste taste blood and dried cum. It was all she could do now to keep herself from being knocked to the floor.

Again and again, the fleshy apple of his cockhead beat against the opening of her throat, like a hammer bashing into the cavity of her mouth. She, even in her inexperience, knew that such face-fucking couldn't go on for long. Already the thickened cock-shaft had swelled even more as his hairy balls slapped under her chin.