It was like trying to push a telephone pole into a pinhole. There just wasn't room! Fear tore through the young gtrl's mind. He was going to rip the opening of her throat.
The pressure on the back of her head was intense. All the force was transferred to the very end of his prick. The tip compressed, and the young nun could feel that small bit of cockmeat nudge its way into her gullet. The pain was like fire burning the back of her mouth as her throat muscles were pushed out of shape and half of the fleshy helmet of his cock was rammed into the narrow tube of her throat. She sucked needed breaths through her nose, afraid that air too would be quickly cut off and that she would choke.
Then, with a mighty heave, the entire knob of the bulky prickhead popped into her throat. It was as if she had swallowed a lemon whole and it had lodged in the opening of her throat.
"Here it comes!" the man shouted and jerked even harder on the back of her head.
Half of the mighty shaft of the cock forced itself into her gullet, shutting down her breath and bulging out the muscles of her neck. Once that breach had been made, the rest followed quickly. Every inch of his beastly fucker jammed into her mouth and throat. Ten inches of throbbing cock disappeared beyond her lips, and her nose and chin were buried in the pale prick hair of his groin. His pubic bone roughly ground against the tip of her nose, and his heavy balls slapped her chin.
"That's so Goddamn tight it feels like a vise is squeezing my prick!" Luke shouted and began to fuck his cock in her throat.
The grip of her gullet was so intense that she could feel every bump and ridge of his prick in her neck. Muscles bulged visibly in waves with the progress of the cockhead inside her throat, and the young nun was quickly light-headed from lack of air. If he didn't hurry up and cum, she would be strangled to death.
Frantically, she pushed her face and body toward him to meet the throat-fucking thrusts of his prick. Her only chance of survival was to make him blow his balls quickly, to get the monster out of her throat. It was the only way her panicked body knew to get air, so she deep-throated the spearing cock like a demon from Hell.
Their movements were like a whirlwind – the man pumping himself toward a roaring cum and the young nun throat-fucking for her very life. Seconds seemed like eternities to both of them as the massive cock buried in the girl's neck swelled to unbelievable size. Then pulses ran like waves as his balls began to spurt great blasts of spunk. Inside the tight throat, globs of the sticky, milky jism jetted out and washed clear down to her stomach. Again and again, the fleshy volcano erupted its searing lava into her gullet, coating her guts with stream after stream.
And even then, it was almost too long. By the time Luke's prick was finally exhausted and the man slumped back away from her mouth, Sister Mary Celeste had passed out.
CHAPTER THREE
Rough wood scraped the nipples of her bare titties. As the young nun slowly regained consciousness, it felt like splinters were being driven into the tops of her thighs and tits. Her body was arched at the waist into a half of a circle with most of the weight on her stomach. Nothing seemed natural. Neither her hands nor feet were on the ground, but both felt completely bound. She tugged at them and nowhere gained an inch of slack. All that she managed was to increase the push on her abdomen and heighten the pricking of her tits.
Slowly she opened her eyes. She was draped over some kind of wooden barrel, her wrists bound by chains to the floor.
She tugged with her feet. They, too, were clamped into place. The bite of iron cuffs into her ankles made her quickly stop the painful attempt.
The barrel was three feet in length with her wrists and ankles bound near the ends. It wasn't stressful for her arms, but it forced her legs wide apart. Her position on the barrel left her ass hanging high and open, with the cool air of the dungeon playing along the inside of her thighs and across her exposed asshole and cunt.
The new position frightened her even more than she had been before. At least when she had been chained to the floor, she had been able to see what was happening around her, but now all she was aware of was the shuffling of bare feet on the stone floor somewhere to her rear.
Suddenly a line of intense fire ignited across her bare ass cheeks. Burning agony streaked from one cheek to the other and Mary Celeste screaned from the pain of her ass. Then another trail was seared across her naked hips, crossing the first one at a thirtydegree angle. She felt as if she had been branded with a fiery "X" on her ass. A whoosh in the air behind her, followed by another searing mark told her what was happening. Someone was behind her, lashing her exposed ass with a whip.
The knowledge didn't help diminish the pain. If anything, it heightened her fear. The only other time she had ever been whipped had been with a cane by the mother superior at the convent during her novitiate for being caught fingering her pussy one long and lonely night. That time she had barely been able to walk for days, and the searing marks on her ass had burned for hours long after the beating was through.
"Oh, please don't!" the young sister wailed as another line of fire cut across her tortured ass cheeks after the whip had cut through the air.
Her protests seemed to increase the blows rather than slow them, and the whip rained down upon her red-streaked skin. Each lash was new agony for her already-abused ass, and the louder she screamed in pain, the closer the rain of fire seemed to come. With tears streaking from her eyes, Mary Celeste bit down on her lower lip and slowly choked back her shrieking protests.
The whip fell still. Somewhere waiting where she could not see were new thunder and lightning to torture her.
When the storm broke over her again, the location had moved. Now it was the backs of her creamy thighs that exploded as the whip found new, uninarked skin. The lash walked down her legs, forming a ladder of seared marks into her flesh until Mary Celeste burned from the top of her ass clear down to her toes.
Then it stopped again, as the tortured sister sobbed, tears flowing down her cheeks to stain the raiment of her religion that still clutched underneath her chin. Then the shuffle of bare feet on the stone at her side told her that her abuser was about to show his face.
Luke showed her even more. He was still naked and his lean body towered over her upraised eyes. His enormous cock still raged long and hard as it had been before he had stuffed it down her throat. Apparently the blood that engorged his prick was stimulated by that the whip had left on her ass.
"Welcome back," he giggled evilly at the distraught nun. "You fell asleep on us while I was still fucking your throat and I don't think that's very nice." He waved the black buggy whip under her nose to make his point. "Anymore sleeping on duty and I'll have to try out each of these things. There's at least twenty or thirty of them hanging there on the wall."
"Please don't," Sister Mary Celeste whined pitifully, her ass and legs still hurting as if on fire.
"You don't like it then," Luke laughed, popping the shaft of the whip down into the palm of his hand. "I was afraid that maybe you had grown to love the taste of the whip on your bare ass. I've heard stories about what goes on in those convents and I've always figured they were true. What else but a bunch of masochistic lesbians would consider locking themselves up where they couldn't get any prick?"
"No," Mary Celeste protested, but thoughts and memories were trying to crowd themselves into her mind.
His accusation came too close to what she had feared somewhere in the back of her mind for so long, and just enough had actually happened at the convent to lend some reality to those fears. She, herself, had entered the sisterhood of cloth as an escape from the guilt of having sucked her own father's prick, but doubts remained with her about the motivation of some of her sisters, particularly those who had been in the order for years and seemed to seek out positions of authority over the young novices. Even the actions of her own mother superior and some of her teachers had left her very much in doubt.