"Nooo!" Mary Celeste screamed as the current was stepped up once more, this time sending her whole body kicking and bucking.
As much as possible, she braced herself for what she knew that she would have to do. As much as the tearing at her pussy hurt, it wouldn't compare with what would happen if they remained where they were and let the current continue to grow. Already it was threatening to lock her lungs in her chest and she knew that she would shortly be knocked out.
Mary Celeste curled her feet up onto the calves of the longer-legged fellow sister and planted her toes firmly on the bones. What she was about to do would take all of the force of her body and all the determination that she could muster up. A hurried prayer ran through her mind, and then she shoved with her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Pussy hair stretched to its extreme but Mary Celeste's kinky cunt fuzz stayed locked to Grace's smoother pelt by the glue that cemented them into one tangled mess. A few strands broke, but most held fast. Mary Celeste's feet pushed again against the other girl's legs as new amounts of the electricity poured into the two tortured naked female bodies.
Suddenly a patch of hair gave way on Mary Celeste, and she shrieked at the pain of the hair pulling out of her skin. At the same time, on the opposite side of the glued tangle, a whole swatch of cunt hair ripped from a half-inch above Sister Grace's slit. Both girls wailed in intense pain as the power through the alligator clips continued to make their titties dance.
More hair ripped from pussy mounds, whole patches of the stuff tearing out by the roots. Each girl thought that all of it must be coming from her own cunt because the pain was so unbearable, but both pussy patches were being equally torn to shreds. Blood spots freckled the sides of both of the cunts now.
Now only the longer hairs growing out of the outer lips of the gashes were all that locked the two girls' crotches together. But these were attached to the most sensitive skin and the tearing of these made them feel that their cunts were being stabbed with knives.
Sister Grace cried as cunt hair was plucked from the tender lips of her pussy gash.
Mary Celeste shrieked as the final strands ripped from the delicate outer lips protecting the slit and cunthole itself.
Then the two girls were apart, both tumbling onto their backs. The cunt patches of both were spotted with bald places where all of the hair had been pulled out. And what remained appeared curiously intermingled. The remaining swatches of Mary Celeste's blonde cunt hair seemed topped by smoother, silkier strands. And the islands of soft, flowing cunt hair that still surrounded Grace's pussy seemed to have been bleached on suddenly long ends.
Still their bodies jolted around on the floor, and Mary Celeste's job was only half-done. She rose to her knees, her body still jerking with her titties quaking like upturned bowls of jelly. She threw herself away from the body of her tortured companion, and the alligator clips flew from her tits. The tiny teeth cut as they went and, at first Mary Celeste thought they had torn her nipples from her tits.
But the shocking electricity was gone. And when she looked down at her titties, the battered and bleeding nipples were still in place.
Across the floor, Sister Grace still thrashed on her back, bruising her hips against cuffed hands and stone floor. Quickly Mary Celeste scrambled to her knees and half-fell over to her friend, where she turned her back to her and felt for her tits.
Biting down on her lower lip until she was tasting blood, she ran her fingers over Grace's titty flesh until she again held the small clips. Her fingers opened them, feeling the shock, and then she threw them aside.
Behind her, the thrashing of Sister Grace's body against her ass quickiy died. One of her friend's long legs was draped over her hip, and Mary Celeste realized that her sister nun had completely passed out. Behind her, she could hear ragged breathing that told her that the younger girl was at least still alive, and as Mary Celeste tried to shift way, she felt a warm wetness spreading over the back of her hips.
The poor tortured girl had completely relaxed in her unconsciousness and her bladder had let go. Piss poured across Mary Celeste's ass, and her nose was filled with its biting odor.
Mary Celeste's head went down to her own naked knees as her mind fought against reality. She had been fucked, corn-holed and throat-fucked, and had been even used as a urinal by her abusers. Now she sat naked, her pussy hair torn out, and she was being pissed on by her unconscious friend.
CHAPTER NINE
Luke and Joe collected them from the stone floor and dragged them over to a heavy mat. There they spread both of them out, their legs opened to expose their crotches, then sharp pocket knives were used to cut away the rest of the tattered, cement-filled hair. By the time it was through, neither of them had more than a quarter-inch of cunt hair, and even that was marked by bald spots.
Perhaps it was poetic justice that they should soothe each other's tortured pussy. After all, it had been Mary Celeste's efforts after the failing of her friend and fellow sister that had tattered the flesh around their cunts. No matter she had had no choice. She still felt guilty over the pain she had caused Sister Grace, enough to send the poor girl into unconsciousness.
Mary Celeste was on her back, her legs spread open, and Sister Grace was positioned onto the top of the older girl's body. They had left mantles and veils on both of the young nuns before forcing both faces into the other's cunt. Sister Grace resisted so they brought out the ropes, tying shoulders to hips at both ends of the sixty-nine position. Then, when the younger girl continued to protest and refuse to eat cunt, a riding crop in Luke's hand quickly changed her mind. Ten whacks against her naked ass cheeks made the brown-haired girl almost dive nose-first into Mary Celeste's pussy. And each time her tongue slackened its continual lapping, Luke gave her another lash across the ass. Grace grew frantic in her tongue-lashing of her fellow sister's cunt until Mary Celeste was beginning to dribble pussy juice all over the mat.
And Grace's slit wasn't being ignored. Watching the beating going on above her while being tied beneath Grace's body, Mary Celeste found motivation without ever having to taste the whip. She bathed all around the short hair and bald places of the pussy patch, trying to ease the itching and burning of the spots where the hair had been ripped out. But it was to the thin little slit with the tiny hole and clit inside that Mary Celeste lavished the most attention.
Her tongue curled and slid into the small opening where Luke's prick had been before. Although the curled tongue was much smaller than a cock, the pussy ring of the opening still closed down on it like it was a vise. Inside the opening, the slickened flesh was like velvet, soft and inviting to the cunt-lapping nun. She pistoned her tongue into it, imagining that it was a tiny cock, and was delighted when the younger girl squirmed above her in her arms.
The young girl's pussy juice tasted like nectar. Mary Celeste collected it with her tongue, allowed it to run to the back of her mouth where she swallowed while relishing the delicate taste. Never had she thought that she would be so excited and pleased at drinking at another girl's cunt, but now, holding the lean body atop her, she had to admit that it was something that stirred her desire. The mother superior's heavily haired pussy had not fired her like this. Perhaps it was the girl's youth and the tightness of the little fuck-hole that her tongue probed.
Mary Celeste's own pussy was caught up in delight. She could feel Sister Grace's tongue rapidly licking at her clit and stroking down the length of her gash. Never would Mary Celeste have pushed her own cunt into another girl's face, but being forced to do so had given her a real chance to know how great a good pussy-licking can be.