The nun screamed, jerked her hand up and began to gnaw at her fist. Roscoe laughed, fucking her harder. His lungs ached, they were heaving so hard. Christ, he might have a fucking heart attack if he didn't watch out. He laughed again at the thought of it. What a way to go!
"Ahhh!" he bellowed. "Ah, oh, wowww!" His voice had never sounded deeper to him, had never sounded louder and more powerful. He bellowed again, imagining himself to be a bull.
And then he came. Without warning, the jism poured out of his cock like lava out of an erupting volcano. His lower back and asscheeks went into shuddering spasms. His prick felt as if it were splitting down the middle. His jism gushed up the asshole of the squealing nun. He shot with such force that his balls were nearly sucked up into his abdominal cavity.
"Awww, ohhhh, fuck!" he shivered all over, heat roaring through his body. His prick seemed to be permanently anchored in the body of the nun. She jerked each time he shot into her, and he felt the fuck-sensations all the way down to his floor-clutching toes. "Ohhhhh, Goddamn, ahhhhhh!"
He bellowed and shot, bellowed and fucked, bellowed and reamed out the ravaged shithole of Sister Raphael. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside, and Roscoe felt strong.
CHAPTER FIVE
St. Michael's Reformatory was a chilling sight, looming like an insane asylum up there against the lightning-washed sky. As the taxi pulled up close to the rear of the building, Sister Bernice knew she had made a mistake in coming here. This place was wicked, evil. For all she knew she might not even be able to get close to her brother. One of the things Sister Francine had repeated during the flight was that fraternization between the nuns and the inmates was absolutely prohibited.
Sister Francine paid the cabbie, accepting six cents in change. The cabbie said, "Thanks a lot," and squealed off into the lightning filled, rain-drenched night.
"Scum," Sister Francine said, drawing a key ring out of her handbag as the rain poured down on them. A dim overhead light barely provided enough illumination to find the keyhole in the large, windowless door. "Scum. Disrespectful scum. That cabbie is just like all the rest of the male gender. That'll be the day, when I tip scum!" She rammed the key into the keyhole, then twisted it violently until the bolt finally gave way. "Came in, darling. Welcome to your new home."
They stepped into a nearly dark hallway, and Sister Bernice was stunned to see a naked young woman standing at the far end of it. A ghost, she thought. What else could it be?
Sister Francine paused, after a few seconds shouting down the hallway in a bewildered tone of voice. "Sister Eve, what on earth?"
The naked girl hung her head and folded her hands over her pussy mound, as if trying to hide her nakedness.
Sister Francine glanced at Sister Bernice, a foolish look on her face. "Please shut the door Sister, and follow me."
As they tromped down the hallway toward the naked girl, a hand and arm suddenly shot out the doorway she was standing next to and yanked her out of sight. The girl let out an anguished wail.
"My God!" Sister Francine whispered. "What in heaven?" She charged toward the side doorway through which the girl had disappeared, and the moment she reached it, several hands grabbed her and dragged her into the room.
Sister Bernice didn't have time to even consider a response to the situation, because suddenly she, herself, was being dragged into the room, her veil ripped off her head by a herd of stark-naked teens. She was too stunned to make any sound, but Sister Francine was making up for her silence by screeching like a banshee as the teens ripped the clothes off her, also.
"Hey, we got a brand new one here. A blonde one. Oooh, and nice big tits." The shouting teen wrapped his burning mouth around Sister Bernice's left nipple and he sucked like a starving calf.
Sister Bernice gasped, her cunt contracting. She would have squeezed her legs together, but they were being hauled apart. A finger twisted up into her cunt. Another finger screwed up her asshole. She moaned, writhing as another teen began to chew on her other nipple.
"Hey, wait a minute with that one," shouted a voice that Sister Bernice recognized immediately, even though it was much deeper than the last time she'd heard it.
And he looked up to see Ronny standing on top of a large oak desk, his right foot resting on Sister Francine's head, his huge prick jutting up out of his muscular loins like the tusk of an Indian rhinoceros. Sister Francine was stripped naked, sprawled face-down on the desk, her arms and legs stretched out by a half-dozen muscular teens.
"What do ya mean, wait? This baby's ripe. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this bitch."
"You'll get your turn," Ronny said. "Later. Tie her up now. Let her watch the old witch get hers first."
"Fuck that!" The teen fingerfucking her pulled his finger out and rammed his cock between her legs.
Ronny leaped off the desk, his prick smacking up against his belly as he landed on the bare wooden floor. He grabbed the teen's left arm and twisted it up behind the teen's back. "I'll bust it right off if you don't get your hands off that bitch."
The teen grimaced and backed away from Sister Bernice. "All right, all right!" the teen gasped. "Lay off, will ya?"
"Who's boss around this place?" Ronny applied pressure to the teen's twisted arm.
"You are! You are, for Christsake! Damn it, let go!"
"All right." Ronny released him. "Next time you don't follow orders, I break your arm."
The teen slinked away, grimacing and rubbing his left elbow.
"Tie her up and bring her in the dining room," Ronny said. "She can watch old sow face get it." He hardly glanced at Bernice.
They bound her hands behind her with rough twine, then bound her legs together, wrapping twine around and around them from her ankles to her upper thighs. Two teens carried her on top of their shoulders as if she were a plank. In a fairly large room with plaster walls and a bare wooden floor, they sat her up against one wall alongside of eight or nine other young women, all of them naked and bound, all of them bruised and haggard looking. A teen gripped the short brown hair of one of the women and forced her to turn her face up as he jerked off into her open mouth. Halfway through his orgasm, he rammed his cock down her throat, gagging her as he fired the rest of his cum down her gullet. Sister Bernice watched in silent shock. This was all so unreal. She was totally unprepared for this.
Two teens dragged in Sister Francine, gripping her under her arms and pulling her along the floor. Hex wrists and ankles had been bound, and her dragging heels squeaked ca the varnished wood. She wasn't fighting anymore. Her mouth and eyes were clamped shut, and her face as expressionless. Sister Bernice was surprised to see that the mother superior had red hair sad very large, freckled tits. She appeared much shorter and smaller now, her habit ripped off her, all of her body exposed.
The fifty or so teens who were milling restlessly around the room began to mutter among themselves as Sister Francine was brought in.
"Welcome back, Francine fuckhead!" one of the teens yelled, and there was scattered laughter.
"Look at them tits!" another teen shouted. "We could slice 'em up and feed the whole place with fried tit."
"I'd rather eat 'em raw."
More laughter.
Ronny followed along behind Sister Francine, then ordered the two teens who were dragging her to throw her up on the long wooden table at the center of the room and untie her. He glanced over toward Sister Bernice, grinned wickedly, and flexed his rampant cock at her.