CHAPTER FOUR
Roscoe ran back to the gatehouse, his dirty bare feet slapping on the rain-sizzling asphalt of the drive, his hard prick wagging underneath the skirt of the nun's habit he was wearing. He stood a few moments outside the gatehouse, watching the tail-lights of the taxi as it approached the prison up at the end of the drive. It would be easy to get out of here now, he thought. He would flag down the taxi on its way back through the gate and get a ride at least back to the city.
But what would that accomplish? Where would he go? Certainly not back to the foster home. Shit, that place was as bad as the prison here. Besides, like Ronny said, his place wasn't a prison anymore. Now the teens were in control, the teens were running things. And with the way this place operated – no visitors, no inspections – the teens could probably keep control of the place for the next five years without anybody getting wise to the fact. Food and supply deliveries and garbage pickups were all they had to worry about, and there were enough teens around who could easily pass for nuns, once they threw on a black habit, that they could without a doubt fool any deliverymen or garbage men who came around. And besides, if he left this place now, he'd miss out on all the fun, all the vengeful satisfaction. Every last one of those bitch nuns was going to pay a thousand times over for all the beatings, for all the starvation, for all the degradation the toys had been forced to suffer. In fact, he'd been right in the middle of taking care of one of them when the taxi had arrived. Fuck running away. He had better things to do.
Sister Raphael's big juicy ass was the first sight that met his gaze as he flung open the door of the gatehouse and stepped in out of the rain. She was stark naked, on her hands and knees, squat wooden stool under her belly, ropes wrapped around the seat of the stool and around her back to secure her middle tightly to the stool. Her big tits hung off the edge of the stool dangling like overripe honeydew melons. Her furry cunt muff was matted and sopping wet, a big dark muff with bright red meat between her hairy pussylips. A grayish, sticky fluid dripped incessantly out of her battered pussyhole, some of it leaking down her inner thighs, some of it dripping directly onto the cobblestone floor. She had some dark hairs around her glistening asshole, and that turned Roscoe on to no end. She was a hairy bitch – hairy cuntmuff, hairy asshole, hairy legs, hair under her anus, for Christsake. The hair on her head had been clipped short, though, shorter than his own hair, much shorter. These nuns were all like that, Roscoe had been surprised to discover. They didn't shave their legs or armpits, but kept their heads shorn like new recruits in the army.
'How ya doin', Sister?' Roscoe lifted his foot and twisted his big toe into her cunt.
The nun grunted and her cunt sucked at his toe like a hot mouth. Pleasant thrills flowed through Roscoe's leg and up into his loins. His balls tightened and his prick flexed underneath the black skirt.
Christ, she was hot inside! And all full of jism. That's what happened when fifty teens who hadn't fucked in a long time – some of them not for years – got hold of ten or so helpless nuns who had been the teens' masters and tormentors. Those fifty ramrod cocks just wouldn't be satisfied. It might be a week before any of their pricks stopped standing up and throbbing, stopped aching and fucking. Sister Raphael hadn't even been up to the house yet for her good time. She'd been tied up down there in the gatehouse since about midnight last night, sacrificing her hot crotch to the teens who were taking turns standing watch down there. Roscoe had only been fucking her a few minutes when the taxi had arrived and he'd been interrupted. He hadn't even had the chance yet to pop a load into her, to add his jism to the countless loads of jism that had already been pumped into her. Well, it was about time he got on with it, about time he warmed up his cock and drained off some of the cum that was swelling his balls.
He popped his toe out of her cunt, admiring the way it dripped and glistened with jism. The toenail was long and dirty, and he knew it had scratched her pussy inside. He walked around to the front of her and rubbed his slimed toe up and down her cheek, putting a few claw marks in her skin. He jabbed her lips, forcing her to turn her head up.
'Bet you're hungry, Sister. Have some toe. It's got some tasty sauce on it.' He rammed his toe into her mouth. 'Suck it, bitch. Eat off the jizz, then lick the dirt out from under the toenail.' He twisted his toe in her mouth, clawing her tongue.
She sucked his toe in silence, her face expressionless, drugged-looking. She'd been fucked into a near coma.
Pretty face, Roscoe thought, masturbating his cock through the black shirt. All these nuns around here were extra-pretty, extra-sexy. And they were all young, anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five, not much older than he was. The only older nun was Sister Francine, the warden.
Roscoe smiled, toe-fucking Sister Raphael's mouth. He half-wished he were up in the prison right now. About now Sister Francine was being stripped. Too bad he was missing that. He envied the first guy would rape her tight cunt. What a pleasure it would be to stick her and listen to her squeal. Her cunthole was probably like greased leather inside, supertight, the way her mouth looked.
He yanked his toe out of Sister Raphael's mouth, cutting her lower lip with his toenail in the process. The sight of the blood beginning to trickle from the cut excited him, and he squatted in front other, hiking up his skirt, ramming his aching fucker against her lips.
'Eat it, you bitch! This is for that time you tanned my ass with a razor strap.' He stuffed his cock down her throat, choking her. Grabbing her by the ears, he fucked her face, grinding his hairy groin against her nose, delighting in the sight of his ivory cock slicing in and out of her over stretched mouth.
Her lips were stretched thin, the toenail cut he'd given her stretched wide and bleeding more heavily. His cock was painted now with spit and blood as it moved in and out, kind of a pink, candy color. He fucked her harder, jolting her skull, causing the stool to slide a few inches on the cobblestones. She was whimpering, her face purple, straining. Her tongue began to flick at the underside of his prick, stimulating his pleasure-strand. He knew what she was up to. She wanted to bring him off as quickly as possible so he'd let her rest. Well, to hell with that! He ripped his cock out of her throat, then flogged her with it, slamming his big hard piece of prickmeat back and forth across her face.
'Dirty bitch cocksucker! You sucked cock before, ain'tcha? Or else how would you know about that magic spot under a guy's prickhead? Bitch nun cocksucker! Pretend you're all holy and pure and everything, but you know all about sucking prick, don'tcha?'
He stood up and circled around behind her. 'I'm gonna screw your pig fuckhole, sow. You're gonna love it, gonna squeal like an old sow in the pigpen.'
Roscoe hitched up his skirt again, tempted to rip the Goddamn thing off. It was a Goddamn nuisance. But that taxi would be passing back through the gate, and although he'd left it open so the cabbie could drive right through, there was just the chance that the guy would stop to jaw a little, and he'd have to be ready just in case, dressed and ready to speak in a high-pitched voice. He shoved the front of the lifted skirt under his belt to hold it up, then got down on his knees behind the nun's big sexy ass.
Pretty, real pretty! He fingered her asspucker, then leaned over and sniffed it. The smell of shit and sweat and jism turned him on, made his fucker throb. Feeling a perverse urge, he planted his lips over the nun's shithole and smooched it. It twitched in response. He couldn't help himself. He shoved his tongue up it, at the same time masturbating himself.
He tasted muskiness and jism. Christ, she'd been fucked up the shitter, buggered! He pulled his tongue out, spit and slapped her ass.
'You filthy bitch! Every one of your holes've been used, ain't they? And I bet you loved it. Buggered! Jesus Christ!'
He thrust a few fingers up her dripping pussyhole, felt the raw, liver-like meat inside, pulled his fingers out and smeared the cuntjuice and jism on her ass. Then he rammed his cock up her fuckhole and began to fuck her with all the agility and energy he possessed. He got up on his feet, half-squatting as he fucked her. Standing rather than kneeling allowed him to fuck her harder, allowed him to look down on her from higher up and to watch his huge fucker slicing in and out of her juicy crotch.
Juicy was the word. She was a boiling caldron of fuck-slime and jism inside. Jism gushed out over his ballooning balls as he fucked her. Jism dripped off the shaft of his slicing prick. His cock made a plooshing, squishing sound inside, her, like a toilet plunger. Jesus, this was fun! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck – just as hard and fast
