head at times pounding against the surface. And Rick was on top of her.
The nun closed her eyes, tears oozing from under the lids. Her mouth was a tight scar. She tightened her jaw as she felt spasms of lust rip through her cunt and belly. His weight pressed her down as the hot, spongy cockhead snaked through her tangled cunt hair. Oh, she was responding to this man, responding to him almost as powerfully as she had to Jack and Rico!
With the grunt of an overfed pig, Rick slammed into her, stretching her cunt open with his fat long prick. There was no finesse, no foreplay for this man. He rode her mercilessly, his fat ass rising high in the air and falling quickly. He panted as she started matching his wild pistoning. They collided over and over. Soon the cries coming from Sister Mary Theresa were cries of greed and lust.
Half against her will, the nun held onto Rick tightly, pulling his shirt front over her tits. She rubbed her belly into him, moving her legs over the floor, grunting as loudly and foully as he was.
'Ohhhhhhh!' she cried as the first gouts of jizz burned into her pussy. She raised her legs high, kicking them out, then wrapping them around the big man. She held on for dear life as his jizz filled up her pussy slit, spilling out and trickling down her butt crack toward her shitter. She held him prisoner until the commando's cock softened, sliding out with a soft sucking sound.
'Man, good, good,' he grunted, standing up and pulling his trousers over his thick-muscled hips.
'Get the mutt,' Jack said expressionlessly. 'You don't want 'er now, do you?' he asked Joe as Rick swaggered out of the room, zipping up his trousers, then slinging his rifle over one shoulder.
'Naw, not yet,' the youngest commando said, licking his lips. His fingers curled, rubbing against his stiff cock. He wanted to be the one to slap her, knock her to the floor, spread her legs apart and sink his cock into her cunt. But Jack had his reasons for this, he guessed, and only sighed, smoothing his hands over the cool metallic barrel of his weapon.
'You're gonna have one hell of a time,' Jack said, smiling strangely down at the defiled nun.
Sister Mary Theresa raised one hand and weakly brushed some hair from her eyes. Her veil had long since been immodestly ripped from her hair. But what did it matter? She was no longer worthy of that garment. Mechanically, the defeated woman pushed her skirt down over her knees, feeling as if decades had passed from the time she'd taken her vows to the present.
There were sounds outside the door. Rick reappeared in the room with the German shepherd she'd seen earlier in the van. How much larger and more threatening he looked now as she lay on the floor! The nun felt her hair standing on end as she tried to figure out why they had brought that guard dog up here.
'We move in three hours,' Jack said, glancing down at his wristwatch. 'Meanwhile, I wanna see how far you can go, baby. I wanna see how low a fuckin' nun can crawl when her pussy's on fire,' he whispered in a trembling voice.
'Oh, don't, don't,' she said in a gasp, staring at the animal and guessing what the men had in store for her.
'You're gonna dig it. We keep Patch around for protection and guard duty,' Jack continued, reaching down and scratching the animal between the ears. Patch twisted his head up, wagging the big bushy tail while panting heavily. Sister Mary Theresa trembled as she studied the big, muscular dog. He was larger than most German shepherds she'd seen. And if Jack were telling the truth, he was trained to kill as well as guard. Staring at his powerful sides, his well-formed head, and his smooth fur, the young woman wondered if she were going to be martyred right here in the convent.
'Yeah, but he gives us a little entertainment sometimes,' Joe said, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand.
Sister Mary Theresa remembered the story about a rich young heiress by that name who'd been kidnapped. After her father had paid a tremendous ransom, the police found her tied up in an abandoned cabin. She was incoherent, screaming meaningless, obscene phrases. Obviously she'd been tortured, raped and beaten. The last article buried in the back of last week's newspaper indicated the girl was still raving in an asylum.
'Go on, boy, have dinner,' Jack said, straightening and indicating the bowl of food with a sweeping hand gesture.
Sister Mary Theresa shuddered, her mouth opening to scream. But only a rush of air came out as her chest tightened and her mouth turned dry as dust. The young nun was too terrified to move. Lying there, she felt her face drain of blood while her heart pounded maddeningly. But something menacing, something primeval burned in the German shepherd's eyes. He stopped, his bushy tail dropping between his legs while his tongue retracted in his mouth. She heard a low, growling sound.
'Get away!' she cried, kicking one leg at the animal as she rolled onto her ass and scooted back away from the German shepherd. This was awful! There was no way to turn. The men were blocking the open doorway, their rifles held loosely in their hands as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. She felt as if she were in some terrible porno movie. 'Get back!' the young nun screamed, feeling her back pressing against another wall. Nowhere to turn, nowhere! She stared at the big dog with wide, terrified eyes. Her flesh was dampened by perspiration, making her heavy nun's garment cling to her body uncomfortably.
Patch retreated, circling the screaming nun several times, waiting for her to calm down. Then he bolted forward again, his paws striking her chest, knocking her back to the floor.
Sister Mary Theresa let out a shout, her arms flying out in crucifix fashion.
Sister Mary Theresa was petrified. But then why wasn't she screaming or praying to God any more?
'Oh, no! Oh, my God!' she finally managed to say.
Pictures of how the holy women of her faith had suffered indignations similar to this one without complaint flashed through her mind. Yes, holy women had endured humiliations like these. But they had their minds focused on heaven. Slowly she was responding to this terrible act of depravity!
'Oh, God, save me, save me,' Sister Mary Theresa whispered.
CHAPTER NINE
'Glad I got a chance to fuck her,' Rick said pointedly, smirking at the sullen Joe. Instead he stood next to his men, his eyes glistening with excitement while Sister Mary Theresa grunted, humped and hunched like a wild woman.
'Uhhhhhhh!' she cried. Every tiny hollow of her pussy was peeled back now.
'Man, think he's gonna fuck her?' Rick asked anxiously.
Sister Mary Theresa didn't care about anything any more. She could die doing this and it wouldn't matter. Concern for her eternal soul vanished under this delightful, forbidden excitement. Who cared what or who was between her shivering legs? It wasn't the Church's business what she did on her own. To hell with the 'calling'! The nun pranced her ass around in the air, growing more and more excited.
'Harder, ohhhh, harder!'
The men sensed she was close to coming. She worked her butt around in frantic circles, crying excitedly through bet nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in. The more she moved, the more pleasure he brought to her. Sister Mary Theresa felt her sanity slipping as she tilted her cunthole. Then his tongue stuck inside. The young nun could feel her bare ass sliding on a mixture of cum, cunt juice and sweat coating the wood.
The young nun grunted with frustration, rolling her ass down somewhat and panting for him to lap her pussy. Obeying, he rose slightly and searched deeper in her pussy with his strong tongue. Her cuntwalls spasmed with that probe. She could feel the muscles trying to grab the man's knob. She was teetering on the edge of her climax. The muscles in her ass cramped. Crying out like a mad woman, she fanned her toes until they cramped too. Sister Mary Theresa raised her knees a little higher, feeling like an animal herself. She couldn't talk any more. All she could do was moan.
She was coming! With a slow, terrible cramping series of spasms she was coming! The nun's face became red and pinched while her legs kicked out. She was giving him all of her cunt now. Every wet, slick hidden hollow, every fold was exposed. Oh, if only she could have something in her pussy, something to shove those quivering cuntwalls apart!
The sharp edge of her climax cut through her like a rusty knife. She thrashed across the floor like a snake,
