She hung by the wrists from a rough timber beam in a dank, stone-walled room. Her arms and shoulders ached, and she could hardly breathe. Ronny leaned against the wall opposite her, smirking demonically and slowly masturbating his enormous cock.
'Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?'
'That would spoil all the fun,' Ronny said. 'I want you alive and kicking. I've been waiting a long for this… three fucking years. Never thought you'd show up here, though. It's too good to be true. Fucking crazy.'
Sister Bernice closed her eyes, praying that when she opened them again she'd find herself lying on her bed at the convent, this nightmare over with.
'Your tits are bigger,' Ronny said. 'And your cherries, too. Christ, they're like fat red poker chips. All full of sexy bumps. And your nipples are as big as fingertips.' He smacked his lips, and suddenly his burning mouth was wrapped around her left nipple and he was sucking it fiercely.
Sister Bernice writhed, twisted, gasping for breath. Her brother's teeth seemed electrically charged. Her cunt contracted repeatedly as he sucked, her womb almost cramping. To her disgust, she felt a trickle of hot cuntjuice slowly descending the inner surface of her left thigh.
Her brother growled as he sucked on her tits. He sounded like a dog guarding a piece of meat while he devoured it. His teeth nearly snapped her nipples off, and she screamed. He laughed, biting harder, biting her all over her tits. The filthy cream gushed out of her pussy. Disgusting feelings shot all the way down to her clutching toes. She didn't want to feel this way, her pain transformed into pleasure. She twisted, kicked out, clawed her brother's legs with her toenails.
'I hate you!' she snarled. 'Hate you, hate you!'
Ronny stepped back, laughing so hard that his washboard abdomen looked as if it were cramping.
'No ya don't,' he said. 'Ya love me. You're crazy about me. You think my prick is pretty. You're wild about it. All you want is to have my prick plugged up your pussy – and to stay in there forever.'
She spat at him, hitting him in the chest. Her spit dripped from his right nipple. He flexed his pectorals, smiled wickedly at her.
'Looks like you need some taming, Sister. Let me show ya how they try and tame the studs around this hellhole. Correction – how they used to try and tame the studs. From now on, the pricks'll be doing all the taming.' He selected one of three leather straps that were dangling from pegs in the stone wall. It was the widest strap of the three, at least four inches wide. He raised his arm and cracked the strap savagely against the wall.
Sister Bernice winced and jerked, swaying in small circles from the ceiling beam. 'Ronny, there's no need for that,' she whispered, trying to smile, trying to appeal to whatever instincts of brotherly love yet remained in him. 'I know you're really not a bad guy.'
Ronny turned on her. 'You're outa your fucking mind.' He circled around to the side of her and raised his arm again.
'Ronny, no!'
'Ronny, yes!' He swung the strap, cracking it across her ass.
Sister Bernice jerked, grunted, twisted frantically. The sound the strap made was worse, however, than the pain she felt. It was a searing flash, intense for a second, then spreading in hot tingles through the flesh of her asscheeks.
'Ronny, yes!' He strapped her again, on exactly the same spot.
She shrieked, a wave of fire spreading through her leg.
The strap fell again, this time ripping at her other asscheek. She was still screaming – as much with terror as with pain – when the next crack came, this one across her middle back.
She nearly passed out. It felt as if the red hot tongs of a blacksmith had been drawn across her back.
Ronny swung at her as she twisted and kicked and swayed. He tanned her lower back, cracking the strap across her ass again and again and again. She ceased to feel the individual blows to her ass. All painful sensation became one generalized mass of throbbing fire. Her ass felt as if it had swelled to twice its usual size, and it was all heat, all pulsation.
Ronny cast aside the strap. 'Christ,' he said, 'look at ya. Fuck cream running down your legs like paste. You're dying for it, ain't ya?' He removed a butcher knife from where it hung from a peg on the wall and pushed up a short wooden stool next to her. Then he got up and began to saw at the ropes that hung her.
The ropes gave suddenly, and Sister Bernice found herself bouncing on her feet, then folding up and collapsing into the straw beneath her. Her wrists were still bound, only the ropes that had been attached to the beam were severed. Ronny got down over her and he sat on her tits. His cock throbbed against her nose.
It was happening again, that night of three years ago. Only it would be worse this time… much worse.
Ronny's prick looked unbelievably huge. His cockhead was as big and purple as an overripe delicious apple. The veins that were gnarled around it reminded her of swollen blue rivers. His balls appeared as large as eggs now, and they rolled like a pair of prowling sharks in their bulging brown sac. His nuts had a smell that she could only liken to the smell of a bull, or to the smell of a bull's nuts. His crotch reeked.
He shifted forward, let his balls drape over the bridge of her nose, pressing his sweaty crotch to her mouth. 'Start licking, bitch. Give my balls a tongue-bath.'
He had bristly yellow hairs down there now, and they scoured at her lips. She had no choice but to start licking. She knew that if she resisted, he'd sit with his full weight on her face and smother her to death.
The smell and taste of his crotch gagged her at first, and she felt dizzy from it, as if she were sniffing airplane glue. She licked blindly, lapping the sweat off his ass, tasting his balls, flapping her tongue this way and that. Ronny sighed, jerking slowly on his prick. His balls continued to twist and roll in their sac, and they hummed against her tongue as if they contained electric turbines. He moved up farther suddenly, sliding the shit-smelling asshole over her nose. She gagged. This was more than she could stand.
'Lick it out, bitch.'
Bernice held her breath, bit her lips. She wouldn't do it. He could smother her to death, but she would not lick his asshole. Death would be a merciful relief anyway.
'I told you to eat out my shitter, cunt face!'
She would not do it.
He acted as she expected, settling down with all his weight on her face. Her nose dipped into his asshole. She felt a pulse beat.
'Lick it out, damn it!' He twisted, grinding his ass into her nose and mouth.
Her lungs ached, burned. She would not do it. This was the end. It felt as if her head were going to explode. She started to black out.
And then she was sucking, sucking fiercely, straining for air, any air. She moaned, writhing frantically, her mouth wide open and sucking.
'That's more like it!' Ronny raised up slightly and air rushed into her lungs.
She almost laughed at how good it felt to breathe again. Her tongue slipped into her brother's asshole and he sighed. She shoved her tongue in deep, fucking it in and out, probing at his musky shitter hole. It felt so good to breathe again that she didn't care anymore about what she was being forced to do. Life was all that mattered.
Her brother moved backward and sat on her tits again. His prick pounded her nose. It was heavy and as dense as lead. Fucklube dripped onto bet forehead. She began to lick and nibble at his prick without being ordered to do so.
'Make love to it,' Ronny said. 'Worship it. From now on, prick is your God.'
His words would only torment her further.
She slurped loudly, lapping up and down his gigantic cock, her tongue rippling over the bloated veins of his cockshaft. His prick had a salty, meaty flavor that was not quite as unpleasant as she had remembered or imagined. Thank God he was circumcised, or she might have vomited.
'Enough licking. Now give it a blowjob.' He raised up on his hands and knees over her and lowered his throbbing prick to her mouth.
She felt the incredible heat of his cockhead against her lips. His pisshole was wide open and fucklube dripped into her mouth. It had a salty, sap-like taste, and it was sticky and hot. As his enormous fuckrod filled her mouth and slid down into her throat, she experienced the fear once again that she was going to choke to death.
