Henry Perkins: Dungeon nun

"What the holy fuck are you doing here?"

The gruff voice rose unexpectedly behind the nun from the shadows of the candle-lit room, and Sister Mary Celeste stiffened at the sound. No one else was supposed to be at the old Marsten Mansion, Father Flannigan had assured her of that, so the demanding voice caught her completely by surprise. Slowly, she turned, her head pivoting in fear as the stiff cloth of her long traditional black habit rustled in the silent clinging air.

"It's a Goddamn nun!" the rasping male voice exclaimed. "What's a fucking nun doing in a place like this?"

At the moment, Sister Mary Celeste was wondering the same thing. Evil seemed to hang over the entire place like a dark shroud, and she would have never set foot inside the dank stone walls if her duty to her faith hadn't led her there at the instructions of the monsignor. Just the feel of the air where so much depraved sex and violence occurred in the past was enough to chill her beneath her habit and robe, and almost frighten droplets of piss into the coarse black cotton panties that she wore.

A sinewy man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway into the dusty library where she stood, and Sister Mary Celeste had to keep herself from gasping aloud. He wore no shirt and muscles rippled across his hairy chest and along his thick arms, but the bulging that she noticed most was the one in the front of the tight jeans that he wore. The entire crotch of the denim was pushed out of shape as if the garment had been stuffed with several pounds of heady meat.

Visions of hairy heavy balls and a thick cock weaseled into Mary Celeste's mind as memories from her youth flooded into her and greased her cunt with pussy juice. She could almost smell the muskiness of her father's crotch as she had only a few short years ago when he had set his naked ass on her budding tits and shoved his brutal, hard prick into her face. Saliva slickened her mouth now at the memory of how he had shoved the cockhead between her unwilling lips and fucked her face until his cum had shot down her inexperienced throat. It had happened only once, but the emotions and desires that had been ignited in the teenaged girl had been enough to chase her into the convent and the sisterhood, where faith and religion could keep her mind from rutting sex.

But now, only a year after the end of her novitiate, the sight of the jeans grasping and outlining the man's fuckmeat was threatening to make those emotions arise again.

"You see something you want, Sister?" The man laughed crudely as he noticed her staring at the bulge of his confined cock. "Maybe you bitches in black got more on your mind than saying your daily prayers."

Sister Mary Celeste backed away from him until her ass cheeks bumped against the edge of the long table in the library. She ripped her eyes away from his crotch and up to his evil grin, fmding little solace in his expression. The fingers of her right hand sought out the simple gold band that she wore on the other hand to symbolize her commitment to Jesus. It gave her the strength to finally speak.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a voice that had little breath.

"That's what I asked you?" he retorted, moving a couple of steps farther into the room.

"The church owns this place," Mary Celeste replied, her ass pushing fruitlessly against the edge of the table as she tried to distance herself from the man. "I'm here to catalog the library before it is removed."

"Trying to keep it out of evil hands, huh?" The bulky man laughed and took a couple more steps toward the frightened nun. "Is that the reason you're wearing that old-fashioned robe and hood? Trying to protect yourself from the wickedness while you're here?"

"Please," Mary Celeste begged, fear gripping her.

"Is that an invitation?" he chided her as his right hand fell to his crotch and rubbed his cock and balls through the heavy material.

Her eyes were drawn to it as if the motion were a magnet, and she stared fearfully as the bulge beneath his fingers amazingly grew even larger.

"I ain't never seen me any nun's pussy," the man breathed, excitement beginning to creep into his voice as he stroked his prick. "Maybe this place does have an effect."

He was on her before she could protest, thick fingers wrapping around her delicate wrists as he forced her down onto the top of a table. Her body twisted under him as he pinned her with the weight of his chest. The heat from his masculine body pulsed through her robe and seemed to sear her skin. A hard thigh ground into the material covering her cunt, igniting sparks of sensation through her pussy.

Her veil had been caught under her body as she was forced onto the table and, as she struggled, it tugged at the mantle of the habit and the wimple that outlined her young face. His mouth roughly covered hers, his sour breath mixing with the freshness of hers. A thick tongue forced itself between her lips. A rough hand pawed at her right titty through the black cloth. The tongue pistoned between her teeth as if fucking her mouth.

Sister Mary Celeste thrashed beneath the burden of his body, fighting frantically against the threatened rape. The traditional habit that she had worn a protection against the evil of the old mansion now worked against her, binding her efforts while offering little defense for her quiverihg flesh. Already one of his hands had worked past the anklet hosiery and onto the bare skin of her thigh.

"No!" she squealed, expelling her tongue from her mouth.

A violent twist of her body tumbled him to the table top beside her and the young nun quickly jerked herself to her feet on the floor. His right hand was still locked onto her left wrist and he was pulled to his feet with her, so Mary Celeste only managed one step away before he whirled her back around. Her asscheeks jolted against the edge of the table at the same time his left hand hammered deeply into her stomach.

Air exploded from her lungs as his fist slammed deeply into her abdomen and the young nun slumped heavily to her knees on the thick but worn carpet covering the stone floor. Dizziness from the blow whirled through her mind, and she felt as if she were about to pass out. Her hands caught her and propped herself up, for a minute not even knowing where she was. The veil was draped over one shoulder. Her face was almost as white as the wimple that surrounded it.

Slowly her mind cleared and the first thing she saw was the man's bare feet, dirt and dust from the old mansion marring the skin. The snap of a belt buckle brought her eyes upward to where the man's hands worked at the metal buttons of his fly. A chasm parted the cloth from the waistband as each button was slowly undone, and the black hair of his bare stomach spread to form kinky cockhair that was slowly exposed. Thick fingers dipped into the opening, lifting meaty balls and fleshy prick outward until they dangled only a foot from her face.

"Here's what you couldn't keep your eyes off from before, bitch!" he hissed down at her as he cradled the semi-hard prick in the palm of one hand. "Look at it good because it's what's going to fuck the shit out of that nun's pussy you keep hidden behind that black cloth!"

Mary Celeste could hardly believe her eyes. The slab of fuckmeat was only partially swollen and was afready as long as she remembered her father's as being. Slowly the cock grew right in front of her face, the skin growing tighter as it stretched. Blue lines of veins began to show along its length, and the fist-like prickhead turned dark red with a tinge of raging purple. Now his cock stood out on its own, unsupported by his hand, and jerked in angry anticipation, aimed right for her head.

"You like that, don't you, bitch?" He edged the end of his cock to within a couple of inches of her face. "It looks so Goddamn good that maybe you ought to give it a kiss."