The teen with the pliers ripped at the mother superior's crotch again. Sister Francine shrieked even more loudly. Teens who were fucking turned their heads to watch. Even the nuns who were being used and abused appeared to forget their own situations temporarily to watch the mother superior losing her pussy-hair.
The teen lowered the pliers and yanked. Sister Francine arched up and screamed. The teen lowered the pliers again. Again, Sister Francine screamed. Red pussy-hairs drifted individually and in clumps down to the floor. The floor next to the table was beginning to look like the floor of a barber shop.
The teen's arm jerked. Sister Francine wailed. Again and again and again, pliers ripping, followed by the mother superior's shriek of pain. As last the teen tossed the pliers aside, smirking as he looked down at his handiwork. "Naked as a baby," the teen said. "And nice and pink." He bent down his stiff cock and grimaced. A few seconds later piss started to stream out of his cock and Sister Francine writhed as the hot piss splashed against her freshly plucked pussy-mound.
A lot of the other teens got up – some of them popping their pricks out of mouths or cunts or assholes – and they approached the table, leaning over to look at Sister Francine's naked pussy. The teens who were holding the mother superior down turned her now so anyone standing in front of the table could get a view of her plucked, piss-drenched crotch.
Sister Eve had never seen a pussy look so raw, so red. Jism dribbled out of the mother superior's fuckhole as the teens held her legs apart. One by one the teens stepped up between her legs and pissed on her denuded 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.