sickened her. Her stomach was tied in knots tighter than those in the ropes binding her. She turned her attention to the savage teens who were abusing Sister Francine. They frightened her less than her brother did.
'I'm gonna come!' yelped the teen buggering Sister Francine's ass. 'Oh, oh, oh!' He began to shiver, small shudders passing through the muscles of his flanks as his loins jerked and his eyes rolled back. 'Awwwww!'
Sister Bernice could almost hear the wads of sizzling jism splatting against the ravaged walls of Sister Francine's asshole. It was savage, the way teens came, shooting wads like molten bullets in the tender bodies of helpless women. Why did God make males that way? Why did He give them large, hard fuckrods to torture women with? Cocks might as well have been made of steel… they were surely as hard as steel. And why did He make males so mean, why did He make them stink the way they did? Dirty animals, that's all they were. Scum, as Sister Francine had said – scum!
The teen who had just shot his load up Sister Francine's ass staggered off the stage, his tiff prick dripping cum, and before he had jumped down onto the floor, other teens had crawled up on the table to take his place. They turned Sister Francine over, got her up on her hands and knees. One teen kneeled behind her, spread her cuntlips with his thumbs, and drove his fuckrod up her crotch. At the same time, another teen got down in front of her, yanked her head up by her ears, and forced his big, uncut cock into her mouth.
Sister Francine choked, her body convulsing as if she were going to vomit. Shivers passed through her enormous, udder-like tits. The teen fucking her mouth was relentless, jerking on her ears, ramming his cock in and out as spit bubbled out around his sliding fuck-monster and as snot ran out of Sister Francine's nose. 'Suck it,' the teen whispered. 'Clean the cheese off the head. Lick it out under the foreskin. Ohhh, yeah!'
Sister Bernice almost vomited at the sight. She didn't know what an uncut prick tasted like, but she knew it must surely taste worse than a cut prick. She watched two teens crouch down like calves and begin to suck on Sister Francine's huge tits. Her own tits tingled, and she was ashamed of herself.
Two cocks sliced in and out of Sister Francine – one in her mouth, the other in her cunt. She looked like an animal, up there on her hands and knees, mounted from behind like a dog or goat. But she was being degraded like no animal was ever degraded, because she was being forced to take on two filthy cocks at the time.
The teen fucking her mouth let out a pig-like squeal. He ripped his cock out and pumped it in his dirty hand. Ropes of thick white jism spurted out of his cock and glued themselves obscenely all over Sister Francine's face. Half the jism shot into the nuns open mouth, and he rubbed his purple prickhead back and forth between her parted lips as his prick vibrated and ejaculated. When he'd finished shooting, he forced the nun to suck his cock clean while he smeared his jizz-gobs all over her face, making her wear a mask of whitish slime. Before he was finished using her mouth, the teen who was fucking her twit started to gasp as he shot his load up her pussyhole.
'Ahhhh, yeahhhh, take it!' The spurting teen jerked, riding her ass, pumping his cock frantically in her pussy.
Over the next hour or so, although it seemed like years to Sister Bernice, the teens took turns using Sister Francine's cunt and asshole and throat. They kept her up on her hands and knees and went at her two at a time, one teen fucking her mouth while another teen fucked either her cunt or her asshole. Other teens continued to suck at the mother superior's huge tits, and her big freckled tit mounds became covered with purple suck-marks, with hickies. The woman's nipples appeared to have turned purple, too, and they had swollen. Still, the bestial teens, like starving calves, sucked and sucked at her tits.
Early in the course of that hour, one of the teens who was fucking her asshole announced that Sister Francine was coming. He could tell she was by the way her asshole was gripping his cock. And several times thereafter, other teens who were fucking her also announced that she was coming.
Sister Bernice didn't believe a word that came from their filthy mouths. They were just saying things like that to degrade Sister Francine further. They were trying to insinuate that she was a slut, that she was enjoying their assault on her, that she was taking on dozens of teens and having orgasm after orgasm. Nonsense!
'Bring that new bitch up here,' Ronny said, and Sister Bernice's heart stopped. She swallowed, her throat so dry, its walls scratched against each other. She began to tremble, unable to control it.
They dumped her on the table and untied her, made her get up on her hands and knees behind Sister Francine, who was still gagging with a cock in her throat. Ronny stepped up beside her and he reached down to weave his thick fingers into her hair. He yanked on her hair, bringing tears to her eyes from the ripping pain in her scalp, and he forced her to crawl up close behind Sister Francine's battered ass. Sister Francine's cunt and asshole were open, as if permanently stretched that way, and a grayish jism, like a sticky paste, dribbled out of them. The scent of jism and ass and pussy were so strong that Sister Bernice gagged.
'Okay – Sister!' Ronny stressed the word sarcastically. 'Suck out those juicy fuckholes, Sister!'
Sister Bernice resisted. 'No!'
Ronny yanked and twisted on her hair until her eyes were so full of tears that she could hardly see. 'Ill rip every last hair out of your smart blonde head if you give me anymore lip.' He jerked viciously, slamming her face against Sister Francine's slime-coated crotch. 'Lick it out! Suck it out!'
All the teens were laughing, some of them clapping. They shouted obscenities, told her to eat out her mother's crotch, to lick out her mother's asshole.
Sister Bernice blubbered, her face smeared with cum and cuntjuice as Ronny rubbed her face against the mother superior's hairy, liver-like cunt. Wincing, trying to hold her breath so as not to taste or smell, she began to gingerly lick at the woman's swollen purple cuntlips. She was stunned at how hot they were and at how they quivered under the fuckings and jabbings of her tongue.
'Well, eat it, for Christsake!' Ronny growled. 'It won't bite back.'
'That's what you think!' one of the teens yelled, and the crowd laughed. One of the teens warned that Sister Francine's cunt had teeth inside.
The thick jizz dripped off Sister Bernice's chin. It ran continuously out of the mother superior's cunt and asshole.
'Suck it out and swallow it,' Ronny ordered. 'That's valuable stuff. Don't waste it.'
Sister Bernice came near to vomiting several times before she was able to swallow the slimy jism. It was the most terrible stuff she had ever tasted in her life, bitter-sweet jism flavored with cuntjuice and blood. Ronny crushed her face against the mother superior's crotch, mashing her mouth to Sister Francine's open cunt, and he forced her to suck. Jism gushed out of the woman's steaming fuckhole, rolled in a globbed mass down Sister Bernice's throat. After she'd drained the woman's gaping cunt, she was forced to suck put the older nun's asshole. Now the jism had a shitty flavor, and she swallowed not only jism but rectal mucus.
'Good, ain't it?' Ronny said. 'All finished sucking it out? Good. Now lick her whole bottom side clean. I wanna see it shine.'
Sister Bernice licked and licked and licked, covering every inch of Sister Francine's crotch and ass several times over. After she'd licked the mother superior's ass completely clean, Ronny forced her to lick off all the juices and jism that had dripped onto the varnished tabletop.
He jerked her head up, his fingernails chewing into her scalp. Then he spoke to the crowd of teens. 'Round up some of them slaves and drag 'em in the kitchen and have 'em cook us a nice hot meal. I ain't had a hot meal in three years, man.'
'Shit, I almost forgot there was such a thing,' one of the other teens said. And suddenly all the teens were moving toward the nuns in the back of the room to untie them and drag them into the kitchen. Two teens grabbed Sister Francine, pulling her off the table, and she hobbled along between them, not saying a word as they led her toward what Sister Bernice guessed must be the kitchen.
While all the teens were occupied with carrying out their orders, Ronny wrapped his muscular arm around Sister Bernice's neck, dragged her off the table and out of the dining hall. The stench of his hairy armpit nearly knocked her out. She didn't dare open her mouth to ask him where he was taking her, but as they descended down sonic narrow stone stairs she realized that there was no need to ask him. She knew where he was dragging her.
Down to the dungeons.
CHAPTER SIX
