Frank Brown: Raped nuns in chains

"Sister Francine, this is Sister Bernice," Sister Roberta said. "I'll leave the two of you alone now."

"Thank you, Sister," said Sister Francine, waiting until the mother superior had left the office before telling Sister Bernice to be seated on the other side of the desk.

"Don't be nervous, my dear." Sister Francine smiled self-consciously and Sister Bernice blushed, smiling back timidly.

Oh, you luscious, ripe little beauty, Sister Francine thought. Let me eat you out now. She imagined the young nun's blue eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she trembled with orgasm.

"You realize, Sister Bernice, that life at St. Michael's will be slightly less comfortable than what you've become accustomed to here."

"Yes, Sister, I'm prepared for that."

"Good. Very good. And you realize that absolute, unswerving obedience is essential in the operation of a prison. You'll be called upon to do things you might find unpleasant, but you must do them. You'll soon grow accustomed, however. I've never had a nun under my charge who didn't quickly adapt."

Sister Bernice shifted nervously. "Yes, Sister."

A good blowjob would relax you, my dear, Sister Francine thought, smiling slightly.

"Discipline is a word you'll come to venerate. And commitment. You are prepared to commit yourself for a minimum of two years, aren't you darling?"

The girl hesitated. "Why, yes, Sister, of course."

"Fine. Are your bags packed and ready to go?"

Sister Bernice appeared stunned. "Uh, yes, Sister."

"Very good. We shall be leaving shortly. I will send for you when I'm ready."

The young nun sat immobile in her chair, gazing dumbly at Sister Francine.

"Is there something you want to say, my dear?"

"Don't you want to ask me any questions, Sister?"

Sister Francine forced another smile. "I've already asked them, darling. And you've answered them quite satisfactorily."

The taxi carved its way through the blackness and deluge, its headlights reflected by the zillions of fat raindrops that pummeled the deserted road ahead. The relentless beating of the windshield wipers matched the uneasy throbbing of Sister Bernice's heart as she stared ahead past the young cabbie in the front seat and tried to keep from gasping as Sister Francine's finger twisted inside her cunt.

This can't be happening, she thought. Here she was sitting in the back seat of the humming taxi, on her way to a prison in the middle of the woods fifty miles from the nearest city. And sitting at her right the mother superior was fingerfucking her, had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes.

Sister Francine took hold of Sister Bernice's right hand and she guided it up under her raised black skirt. Sister Francine's cunt felt like a hot, wet, furry animal and Sister Bernice felt faint with shock. What shocked her almost as much as what the mother superior was forcing her to do was the fact that the alder nun wasn't wearing panties or anything else under her black habit. She was completely naked underneath it. Sister Francine took Sister Bernice's middle finger and placed the tip of it between her throbbing cuntlips. She wiggled her own finger in Sister Bernice's cunt, and Sister Bernice knew enough to take the hint. She slipped her finger up the mother superior's cunt to the hilt.

Both she and Sister Francine stared straight ahead, their arms moving slowly as they fingerfucked each other in the darkness of the back seat. Prom time, to time, Sister Bernice caught sight of the cabbie's eyes in the rearview mirror. She wondered if he was aware of what was happening in the back seat of his taxi – two nuns jerking fingers in and out of each other's crotches. The heater hummed in the front of the cab, blowing in fresh warm air and keeping the windows free of condensation, but despite the fresh incoming air, the taxi was beginning to fill with the aroma of steaming cunt.

Sister Francine slipped her finger out of Sister Bernice's cunt and she quickly slipped the dripping finger into her mouth, sucking off the cuntjuices. Sister Bernice glanced at her with disbelief and revulsion. Sister Francine smiled vaguely in the near-darkness and took Sister Bernice's hand. She nodded slightly, and Sister Bernice got the message. Sister Bernice pulled her finger out of the older nun's cunt and tasted the woman's pussyjuice – tart, acidic, slightly sweet.

Lord, what am I doing? Sister Bernice asked herself as she swallowed the another superior's pussycream. What have I done? She knew that this was just the beginning. When they got to the prison, she would be expected to get down on her knees and to eat out the older nun. She'd heard rumors of lesbianism in the sisterhood, but until now she'd always dismissed them as just that – rumors. Well, maybe she could learn to tolerate it. Maybe doing a little cunt-sucking was worth the opportunity to see her brother again, to forgive him for what he'd done to her, and to ask his forgiveness for testifying against him and having him sent to prison. Surely what he'd done wasn't worth five years… especially since she'd enjoyed it toward the end. It nagged at her continually that she actually had taken pleasure in the rape once it had gotten underway. Her guilt and embarrassment had been overwhelming when her mother had discovered her whining and bleeding and defiled under her grunting brother. She'd had no choice but to scream rape and to have her brother put away. But her guilt at having incarcerated her brother was worse than any guilt she'd felt as a result of the rape, and even entering the sisterhood and pledging her life to God had done nothing to ease it. She needed her brother's forgiveness.

Sister Bernice was aware that her finger was back inside Sister Francine's cunt and that Sister Francine's finger was back inside her own cunt. They fingerfucked in unison, to the same rhythm, matching the rhythmic thudding of the windshield wipers. Their fingers made soft, squishing sounds in their juicy cunts, and Sister Bernice flushed hot with embarrassment, grateful for the darkness, grateful that the young cabbie couldn't see the color in her cheeks.

They finger fucked faster, twice as fast as the windshield wipers were flying. Their fingers slid in deeper, twisting, probing the sensitive pussy flesh. Sister Bernice's hard clit wriggled between her swollen cuntlips. She felt like squeezing her legs together. The filing of the older nun's finger inside her cunt was making her grimace with pained pleasure.

Faster their fingers plunged, deeper, harder. Sister Francine was panting audibly, and Sister Bernice became aware of her own breath coming heavily from her nostrils and between her parted lips. Sister Bernice rubbed her ass against the seat, squirmed and began to hump gently against the mother superior's jerking hand. She saw the cabbie's glaring eyes in the rear-view mirror, but she didn't care, didn't care if he knew or what he thought. All that mattered in the world was that she climax.

Sister Francine gasped softly, shivered. Her hand vibrated against Sister Bernice's spread pussylips and her finger quivered inside her. Sister Bernice twisted her finger almost savagely inside the older woman's clutching pussyhole. Sister Francine's cunt walls shuddered, vibrated and sucked hard. Hot juice ran into Sister Bernice's hand.

She's coming, Sister Bernice told herself. She ground her hand between the mother superior's sizzling pussylips, and felt the sucking cuntmeat, felt the slippery fuck juice. The vibrations of the older nun's orgasm passed in waves through Sister Bernice's arm and entered her own body. As the vibrations flowed into her cunt, they joined with the vibrations that shot from Sister Francine's pumping finger and caused her own cunt to spark and explode with spasms.

She grunted, letting go, jerking her ass and grinding her naked crotch against Sister Francine's groping hand. The tingling orgasmic sensations flooded her loins, and they streamed in waves through her arms and legs.