Frank Brown: Raped nuns in chains

She moved a few steps to where her clothes were hanging and removed her key ring and hunting knife from her belt. She clutched the hunting knife tightly as she opened the cell door. The teen watched her passively, a stunned look on his face as if he couldn't believe this was actually happening. She entered the cell, leaving the key in the door and the door slightly ajar.

"One wrong move and I'll cut off your balls," she said, brandishing the knife.

"Yes, Sister." The teen sat up.

"Lie back down, I'll be the one on top. And remember, one false move and you've had it."

She sat on the teen's cock, straddling his loins. As she sank down on the arm-like monster with its fist-sized prickhead, her eyes rolled back and her toes curled under. This was surely the largest cock she'd ever fucked, and she wished she had a mirror now so she could watch the big thing move in and out of her body. The teen lay back passively, squirming a little as she rode him, his blue eyes rolled back, his blond head twisting from side to side on the yellow straw.

He was muscular and sexy even lying down, his chest squared and defined, his small nipples brown and erect, his rectangular abdominal segments undulating as he writhed and thrust. His hands moved up slowly, and once Eve was certain that he wasn't up to something, she let him play with her tits. He tweaked her nipples with rough thumbs, causing her cunt to contract and leak juices. He massaged her heavy tits, then pinched her nipples. When she didn't object, he began to stretch and twist her nipples roughly. Hot thrills shot from Sister Eve's tits to her cunt. She gasped, riding faster.

"Come down on me, Sister. Let me feel all of you."

Eve pressed the tip of the knife to the teen's throat, nearly slicing open the skin where an artery pulsed. "Just remember, I'll use this if I have to."

"You won't have to," the teen said with a warm chuckle. His hands moved down her flanks and stroked her lower back.

She eased herself down on him, lying on him full-length, feeling the hardness of his male body under her. She smelled his sweat more strongly now, and the male aroma made her slightly dizzy. She was bathing herself in maleness. It was fantastic. It had been so long. God, why had she ever entered the sisterhood?

The teen's ass bounced. His cock knifed in and out of her cunt. She was leaking pussyjuice on his balls. She squirmed on top of him, rubbing her tits against him madly, licking and biting his neck, his square jaw. Their mouths met and his fat tongue wriggled in her throat.

She licked his tongue, sucked on it, swallowed his apple-tasting spit and drooled her own into his mouth. They were melting into each other, becoming one flesh.

The teen's muscular arms wrapped around her, his hands massaging up and down her smooth back as she writhed. She wiggled her ass, contracted her cunt, fucked the big cock that was fucking her.

"Mmmmm, fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me! Oh, yes!"

The teen fucked harder, his ass bucking. If he hadn't been bear-hugging her, she would have been thrown off him. Suddenly she was aware of hot fluid pelting her ass. The teen in the adjacent cell was grunting, was shooting his load through the wall of bars that separated the two cells. The sticky jism leaked down into her asscrack and greased her twitching asspucker. Ronny's fingers spread the jism on her ass. One of his fingers rubbed up and down her asscleft, greased itself in jism, and slipped up her shithole.

Eve gasped, burning tingles filling her asshole. As the teen's cock plunged in and out of her cunt, his finger fucked her asshole. She couldn't believe the feeling, had forgotten that anything could feel so good.

"Yes," she whispered. "Oh, God, yes! Do it faster! Make me come! I wanna come!"

She was bouncing on top of the teen, her body slippery with sweat. Their hipbones cracked together. She gnawed the teen's handsome jaw, rammed her tongue into his ear, bit him all over the cheeks and neck, kissed him fiercely. The aromas of male sweat and cuntjuice and balls and jism drove her out of her mind, drugged her. She plunged her nose into the teen's armpit, sucking and biting at the deliciously raunchy flesh and hair. She was glad the teens were only hosed down every few weeks, was glad they were never given soap. She couldn't get enough of the male smell. She was getting absolutely drunk on it.

The teen clawed at her back, twisted his finger savagely in her shithole, rammed and screwed his bone-hard fucker in her cunt. Her insides sizzled, her pussy-walls undulating, her pussyhole a bubbling caldron of heat and fuck-juices. In and out, in and out, in and out. His fucker was relentless, so strong, so hard, so hot. Her cunt became tighter and tighter. The sensations became so intense that she wanted to scream. A gurgling whine bubbled out of her throat.

"Ready for my cream?" the teen grunted.

"Yes, God, yes!"

"Here it comes, baby, here it…" His words became a series of grunts and moans. He shuddered under her, his prick flexing and contracting inside her. "Oh, Christ!" Boiling jism gushed out of his cock and flooded her pussyhole. The vibrations from his spurting fuckrod entered her pussymeat and set off her own orgasm. As the teen's second round of cum exploded into her fuckhole, Eve's toes curled under and she whined with agonized pleasure.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm coming, yes, I'm coming, uh, oh!" She was breathing so hard that her lungs ached her cunt felt as if firecrackers were going off inside it. Each time an explosion of hot jizz-wads hurtled into her pussy, her cuntmeat responded with a series of spastic contractions. She felt hot knives shooting through her crotch and down her legs. She jerked on top of the spurting stud, feeling more alive than she'd felt in years. Every cell of her body was turgid and vibrating. She moaned and gibbered with abandon, wanting these feelings to never end, to never end.

Suddenly she was on a carousel, the world spinning around her. And then the itchy straw was prickling against her back and the rockhard body of the animal she was fucking was on top of her, his cock still throbbing inside her. She wrapped her legs around his ass, spurring him to fuck her more… but he stared with hatred into her eyes and pressed the razor-like edge of the hunting knife to her throat.

"Make a wrong move and I'll cut off your head," he whispered.

Sister Francine sat behind the desk in the mother superior's office at St. Jude's Convent. She rubbed her eyes, wishing she had time for at least a short nap, but she knew she had to get back to St. Michael's by this evening. She didn't dare leave Sister Eve in charge for more than twenty-four hours. As faithful as the dark-eyed darling was, she was just a young girl and she was incapable of handling any breakdown of discipline.

Sister Francine prayed that there would be no delays in her flight back this afternoon. Due to last night's storm, she'd spent six hours grounded at the airport. She'd almost canceled, her flight, but after a fifty-mile taxi ride from St. Michael's to the airport, that would have been a disgraceful waste of state funds, and maintaining her independence of power over the reformatory depended largely upon keeping costs to the absolute minimum.

Thunder rumbled outside and the timbers of St. Jude's vibrated, and Sister Francine said a silent prayer that the weather would not interfere with her flight back today. Such miserable weather lately, storms for days on end covering the entire state.

The dark-stained oak door of the office opened and Sister Roberta, the mother superior, entered, followed by a petite, girlish nun who looked as if she might fall over in a dead faint at any second.

Oh, my, yes! Sister Francine thought, and she'd already made up her mind. The young nun was gorgeous. Her cunt would undoubtedly taste like honey. Sister Francine squeezed her legs together, wondering how she was going to keep her hands off the new recruit until they got back, to St. Michael's.