crotch like dogs marking their territory. Sister Francine ceased to struggle, lying back on the table and moaning as the bestial teens pissed between her legs.
Most of the teens pissed with hard-ons, and Sister Eve was stunned to see a teen drive his cock up Sister Francine's cunt even as the piss streamed out of him. He bumped at her, apparently continuing to piss inside her, and the yellow fluid ran out of her as he rutted between her legs.
'Douche bag,' the fucking, pissing youth growled. 'Fucking old douche bag.' He fucked her faster, his skinny ass jerking between her legs, and a minute later he was crying out as he spurted something other than piss into her body.
Other teens followed his example, shoving their pissing pricks into the nun's ravaged pussyhole, fucking her while pissing, and eventually bringing themselves to spurting orgasms.
Two teens turned Sister Francine over, forced her to stand in front of the table and to bend over it. The nun's asshole appeared as wide open as did her cunt. One teen began to piss directly into her open asshole, then continued pissing as he rammed his hard fucker up her shitter. He fucked her as he pissed and a minute later brought himself to a shuddering orgasm. The piss and cum ran out of the mother superior's fuckholes and rolled down the insides of her legs.
Such a disgusting, degrading sight Sister Eve had never imagined in her wildest, most perverse fantasies. Sister Francine had been degraded to the level of an outhouse toilet. Disgusting! And yet, Sister Eve couldn't deny the hot thrills that gripped her crotch as she watched Sister Francine being abused.
Two teens who appeared to be waiting their turns to get up on Sister Francine were suddenly both looking in Sister Eve's direction. They smirked at her simultaneously and they were suddenly both moving toward her, as if there were some kind of mental telepathy between them. She hugged her knees tighter, trying to make herself smaller in the shadows, hoping that maybe they weren't looking at her but at some other nun close by, and hoping that maybe she could hide herself.
They grabbed her and dragged her to the center of the room. One of them bent her over the table and began to piss on her naked ass, holding apart her asscheeks so he could water every inch of her crack with a direct stream of hot piss. The piss ran down over her cunt furrow and burned her raw pussylips.
'Ram it in,' the other teen urged and the pissing youth did just that.
Sister Eve gasped as his big prick slipped up her asshole, gasped louder as the boiling piss began to fill her. Piss bubbled out of her ass as the teen plunged his prick in and out, running down over the youth's plump balls, running down her legs.
She had never felt anything like this – a prick fucking her asshole while piss gushed out of the sliding fuck- monster. Her crotch throbbed as the teen fucked and abused her, and by the time he got around to creaming her, she was almost ready to come herself.
The teen grunted, firing hot wads of jism up her asshole. The moment he pulled out, the other teen who had dragged her up here, had bent her over the table, and had plunged his cock up her asshole. This teen didn't bother to piss. He just fucked, grunting like a bull as he smacked her ass with his firm belly and sliced his cock rapidly into her shitter. In twenty seconds he was shooting, and Sister Eve was whining, her loins gripped with fuck spasms.
'Oh, God!' she muttered, biting her fist, rolling her eyes. Her legs trembled, and she was glad she had the table to lean on for support. Her ass churned around the teen's spurting fuck-tool, milking it as her asshole contracted.
'Piss in me,' she whispered when his fucker began to soften in her. 'Piss in me before you pull it out.'
As the teen poured his scalding piss up her ass, she sighed with pleasure and satisfaction. Next to her, Sister Francine cursed deliriously as yet another teen mounted the mother superior's ass.
'Mother, mother,' Sister Eve muttered out loud, daring to taunt the older nun for the first time. 'We mustn't curse now. It's a sin.'
CHAPTER TEN
Sister Bernice lay panting under her brother, her face pushed down into the straw, the warm cum starting to trickle out around her brother's softening cock. Ronny breathed deeply as he lay on her, crushing her with his bulk of bone and muscle. From the way he was breathing, she was almost certain that he'd fallen asleep.
Sister Bernice tried to move. She'd been lying under Ronny for several minutes now, ever since the two of them had exploded together in mutual spasms like a pair of rutting goats. Well, at least Ronny was like a rutting goat. He sure smelled like one. As for herself, could she help it if her cunt had responded… against her will, of course? After all, she was a woman. It was physiological, instinctive even, that her cunt respond to all that rubbing. She had been forced, had been raped again.
She shifted slowly, easing herself out from under her brother. He mumbled something, and she paused. When she dared to move again, she gasped as her brother's cock slipped out of her. He rolled off her then, snoring.
She sat up. Ronny looked like a big baby, his hair in his closed eyes, his nostrils flared as his breath hissed through them, his chest rising and falling evenly, peacefully. For just a moment she thought he looked cute.
Cute nothing, she thought then. He was an animal, a demon. She wouldn't put it past him to murder her if he got angry enough.
She spotted the key ring in the straw next to Ronny's face, and she knew what she had to do. She had to make a break for it now. It might be her only chance.
Moving slowly, carefully, wincing at the rustling of the straw under her, she climbed to her feet, the key ring and keys clutched in her hand. The jism leaked out of her cunt as she stepped toward the door of the cell, tickling the inner surfaces of her thighs. She fitted the key in the lock, holding her breath in the large steel key slicked metallically in the lock mechanism. She glanced over her shoulder, expecting to see Ronny, grinning like a lunatic, ready to strangle her.
He lay sleeping peacefully, his half-swollen prick twitching on his belly like a fat sausage. It seemed unbelievable that only minutes ago he'd been manhandling her and raping her, unbelievable that he was capable of such cruelty and demonic lust.
Don't get soft, now, she told herself. He's a savage. Get out of here now. Run!
She pushed the door open an inch at a time, almost crying at the growling of the hinges. When she got it open just enough so she could slip through, she did so, then stood on the cold stone of the corridor debating whether to lock him in. She decided against it. She'd been overly lucky so far in not waking him up. Why chance it now that she'd gotten out of the cell? Stealing a last glance at her brother – knowing that she would hopefully never see him again – she tiptoed to the end of the corridor and turned up the stone steps from which she and Ronny had descended.
The steps were a kind of back entrance to the cellblock. She paused at the head of them, peering into the office where she and Sister Francine had been abducted and stripped.
Poor Sister Francine! She wondered how the mother superior was faring. Was the poor woman even still alive? Sister Bernice felt an even greater need to escape now. She would not only be saving her own skin by getting away, but she would be saving Sister Francine and all the other nuns as well. She had to get out, had to get help.
As she tiptoed quickly through the vacant office, she heard horrid sounds coming from elsewhere in the prison. Whoops and shouts, bellows of animal lust, screams of pain. The sounds of hell. The poor sisters were being tortured and abused in ways that couldn't even be imagined.
She ran down the dim hallway toward the big oak door that had admitted her to this house of hell. To her shock of relief, it was still unlocked. In Sister Francine's hurry to find out what was going on, she'd apparently forgotten to lock it when they'd entered. Sister Bernice vaguely remembered that she, herself, had closed the door.
Outside, the night had become even more terrifying. Lightning flickered, a slick blue all around her, giving Sister Bernice fleeting glimpses of the eerily overgrown forest surrounding the prison grounds, of the wide expanse of unattended lawn between the prison and the front gate. She shivered in the wind whipped rain,
