Then it was over. The mother superior rose from the exhausted girl and dropped her robe back into place. Weakly, Mary Celeste rofled her head enough to see the form of her leader. Again, the woman was stern, looking proper and forbidding. She could have been teaching a class with that austere bearing. And the only words she had for the pussy-juice-slickened naked novice after all that was, once again, that not a word of all this had better ever slip from her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Joe was with Luke when he returned to the dungeon where the tortured young nun was still stretched out painfully on the table of the medieval rack. How much time had passed she couldn't even guess, except that night had fallen and it had grown dark in the dank old room. Mary Celeste was grateful for the candles the two men carried with them, as they put an end to the fear caused by the scraping of small claws that she had heard scurrying through the dark. She hoped that they had been those of nothing more than mice, but knew that in this old place it might be rats the size of a small dog. Her imagination had run wild during those hours there in the darkness, thinking of dirty claws and filthy mouths that might be soon eating at the fleshy mounds of her tits and even digging into the tenderness of her eyes.
Joe was carrying a container of take-out fried chicken under one arm, and it reminded Mary Celeste that she had eaten nothing except a small bowl of thin gruel early in the day before dawn had broken when she had set out for the Marsten Mansion. Although the skin and muscles of her stomach were drawn tightly by the pressure of the rack, there was a gnawing hunger that tortured her. At the thought of the chicken, her mouth watered in anticipation, but neither of the two men seemed to give her appetite a second thought. Both of them clattered into chairs out of sight near her side, and she could hear their noisy eating as they stuffed their mouths with food. She had been given a few sips of water throughout the day, but it had only taunted her with the knowledge of how empty her stomach had become.
"Please," she begged. "May I have something to eat before I starve?"
"Sure," Joe laughed.
Mary Celeste could hear the scooting of wooden chair legs on the stone floor. Then there was the confusing sound of the rustle of cloth, and suddenly Joe was climbing up onto the table of the rack with her. She glanced down and saw that he was, once again, completely naked. He straddled her chest, then edged forward to plop his dirty naked ass right down onto her suffering tits. The cock he shoved at her face was only partially hard and drooped down to touch her lips.
"I thought you wanted something to eat," he laughed, and slapped his prick against her closed lips and her nose. "Now open up, and I'll give you something to fill your belly."
"That's not what…" As soon as her lips parted he drove the head of his prick into her mouth. She refused to suck but he didn't seem to care. He pushed back and forth content to fuck her mouth like it was another pussy.
"Here comes some protein!" he exclaimed as his fuck meat hardened and began to swell with an easy, abusive cum.
He was battering the back of her parched mouth with his strong, steady strokes, and it was only a couple of minutes before the cock knob was blasting cum against the opening to her throat. With her mouth stuffed full of cock, there was nothing she could do but swallow his spunk down, happy at least that the stuff relieved the dryness of her throat.
When he was through, he rolled off without comment, as if she was already completely dismissed from his mind. It was as if fucking her face was nothing more to him than taking a piss. Once the liquid was spurted out, he couldn't give a damn about where it had landed.
"That's not fair," Luke laughed and waled over to the side of the rack where she was painfully extended. "The little sister wanted something more satisfying to her belly than some sticky cum shot out of your prick."
He leaned down close to her face, a juicy chicken leg held close by his cheek so that she could see. Saliva poured into Mary Celeste's mouth at the sight of the delicious food and she waited for him to hold it down for her to take a bite. But, instead, he stood back, erect.
"You'll have to wait just a minute," he taunted her. "We invited the Colonel to dinner and it wouldn't be polite to not give him the hospitality ofour possessions. I asked his picture there on the side of the container, and he told me that he wanted nothing more than a tender piece of pussy. I'm sure you will trade him that for a piece of his chicken."
She watched him, confused, as he followed the side of the rack until he was opposite her spread thighs. Then he leaned over, with the chicken leg in his hand and nuzzled the piece of food up to her spread cunt.
"Oh no, please don't!" she begged the slender man, but he ignored her completely.
Mary Celeste felt her pussy lips begin to spread then the opening of her cunt hole slowly being forced. With little effort, he fucked the greasy chicken leg right into the hole of her pussy, which expanded then contracted around the more slender bone. The chicken was all the way inside her except for the tip that he held in his fingers, and he began to pump-fuck the meat inside her cunt. The crispy crust scratched at the inner walls of her fuck channel, and she could feel bits of that crust begin to flake off, and still he screwed her with the food.
"Hey, Joe," Luke laughed. "Did you get a look at this? The Colonel is fucking this little nun bitch, but I don't think I'll let him cum."
Mter several minutes of fucking her with the food, Luke dragged the chicken leg out of her abused channel and walked back up to her head. He held the end of the chicken leg up to her lips.
Mary Celeste could smell her own pussy juices coating the meat. She whimpered and tried to turn her head. Luke laughed at her, then reached down with the other hand and picked a piece of crust from the meat. As she watched, he popped it into his mouth and crunched on it, then swallowed.
"Pussy ain't poison," he assured her, picking off another flake of crust and putting it into his mouth. "I've eaten enough of them and I've never even gotten sick. And if you don't eat this piece of chicken, you aren't going to get anything. There's not going to be any more food around here until tomorrow, and who knows what time that might be."
The aroma of the chicken finally overcame her reluctance, and she parted her lips and teeth. Luke held it firmly as she took a big bite, the saliva pouring to welcome the taste of food.
"Hey, Joe," Luke chuckled, "the little nun bitch is eating her own pussy juices."
"Maybe tomorrow we can get her some that she can take straight," Joe replied.
Luke fed her the rest of the chicken leg, then brought her a thigh and another drumstick. By the time Mary Celeste had gnawed all the meat off all three and swallowed it down with effort, her stomach had begun to feel full. Next, he tilted a paper cup of soft drink over her mouth and poured, much of the cold liquid splashing onto her face but enough going into her mouth to quench her thirst. "It's getting late," Joe reminded the taller man.
"Yeah," Luke replied. "But how about one more tour around this bitch's fuck holes before we put her to bed? Have you ever corn-holed a girl's asshole while some other guy was fucking her cunt?"
"Never done that," Joe conceded. "But won't we have to turn her loose for ne of us to get in front while the other is working on her back?"
"That's no problem," Luke laughed as he began working at the clamp on one of Mary Celeste's wrists. "I have the answer of how to keep her still until we get started, and then where the Hell is she going to go skewered on cock in both directions?"
The ass-fucking had hurt so badly – and the rape of her cunt hadn't been that pleasant – that Mary Celeste wondered just how her body would stand it if two pricks were in her at one time. Butshe had learned that protesting with these two brutal rapists did her no good at all. The only thing she could hope for would be that her body was too small for both of them to fuck at the same time and that somewhere along the way she might get an opportunity to get free.