"I don't believe it!" his gruff voice exclaimed from behind her as his finger sloshed around in her well-juiced pussy. "Your Goddamn pussy is just like a swamp. It's pouring out so much cunt juice that it's leaking down your leg!"
Mary Celeste's mind almost snapped. Then she reallzed what had happened. When she had been remembering the thrashing of Sister Beatrice, her pussy had grown almost as excited against the barrel as it had that night in the crowd of other novice nuns. Now that her attention had been called to her condition, she could feel the wet trails of pussy cream coating her gash and the inside of her legs.
Two fingers rammed into her, then three. Luke twisted them around in her cunt channel as if her were feeling for something on the sensitive walls.
"You're fucking turned on and ready to be screwed," he laughed, and tried to gouge a fourth finger into her leaking cunt. Then the fingers were gone and something hard touched the aching opening that now pouted between her flared inner pussy lips.
"But I ain't going to waste my hard prick on it!" he exclaimed, and nudged the hardness more firmly against the opening of her cunthole. "I got other places to put that hardn, so maybe this other thing will be good for something."
There it was again – another mention of some place else to fuck her. Mary Celeste's mind whirled with the question until something hard and square was driven into her well-greased cunt.
"No!" she shrieked when she realized what was being pushed into her pussy. It was the crucifix! She was being fucked with an object of her religion!
Her arms and legs tugged as she tried to struggle against the barrel, but she was too tightly bound to move hardly at all. The only result of her twisting was to make it easier for Luke to work the large crucifix up her cunt.
"How do you like it now?" the evil man laughed loudly. "Maybe you better pray to it that it will bring you off!"
"Aarghh!" Sister Mary Celeste groaned as most of the bottom part of the crucifix was shoved up her creamy cunt. The squareness of the thick beam felt unnatural as it pushed in with the edges seeming to sear the sensitive inner skin. Then the foot of the statue bumped past the ring of muscles at the opening to her cunt, and slid into the pussy channel, rubbing along the stimulated walls. The toes, the knees, the bulk of the abdomen and chest – she felt it all inside her cunt as the icon was slowly forced in the juicy pit of her cunt, all the way to the cross-bar.
Then Jesus retreated and pushed in again. She was actually being fucked with the cross. The precious symbol in which she had sought comfort so many times was being used to further her rape. Never again would she be able to look at the holy figure in quite the same way.
The young nun felt the cross move inside her, each feature of the cross and statue sending new sensations rippling through her abused cunt. The back edges were both sharp as the icon fucked inside her, but the statue kept the other two edges from cutting along the sensitive walls. But that relief came with a price – every bump and irregularity on the statue massaged the nerves that fired new feelings in her pussy.
Already her cunt had been leaking from the memory of Sister Beatrice's beating, and the fiames of desire had been licking inside her even before the brutal inanimate fuck. Her body had been on the brink of losing control when her mind had been snapped back to the present, and the pumping of her pussy flesh now moved her up to and finally over the edge. Although she was bound, and in spite of her mind being revolted at the lewd use of the crucifix, there was nothing she could do to keep her ass from humping back to meet each thrust of the holy dildo. The cross was rammed deep into her cunt to bump the cross-bar into her swollen, excited clit. Her pussy was being lashed by the wooden crossbeam, and even her asshole was being rubbed into desire.
"It's fucking me!" she cried out in bewilderment. "Jesus is fucking me!"
Luke fucked the cross and the statue hard into the cunt, which was now pouring pussy juice like a main water line had been broken. He had fucked enough women in his life to know what the humping ass and quivering gash flesh meant.
Quickly he yanked the icon free from the pumping pussy and turned it around before shoving it back in. That part of the beam was shorter before being blocked by the cross-bar, but he knew there was something about it that should blow the sister clear out of her mind.
"He's got his head at your hole!" he screamed. "Jesus is eating your cunt! He's got his whole head inside your pussy and he's going to fuck you with it until you scream!"
The shrieks came within seconds. Just the thought of the statue's head being buried in her juicy pit was enough to kick off a crashing cum, and the feel of the statue rubbing against her pussy walls simply added fuel to the fire.
Sister Mary Celeste's body thrashed on the barrel, actually driving the splinters deeply into her tits, but that pain didn't even matter – all that filled her exploding mind was the crucifix buried in her fuck hole.
She bathed it with the first of her cum, spewing juices clear down to the floor. Another blast rocketed through her as her cunt shoved against the penetrating pressure, and it was like dynamite had been set off in her guts. Now her ass was working furiously, trying to increase the force of the unnatural fucking. And still she poured, cum following on the heels of jolting cum until her body grew completely weak. And still she thrashed, beating herself onto the holy object as it filled up her leaking pussyhole.
Breath did not come easily to the exhausted nun. Her body was still draped across the barrel, her muscles almost toneless as she slumped into the wood.
The crucifix was still wedged into her battered pussy.
Luke had left it there and so tired was the young sister that she didn't even have the energy to bear down and expel it from her cunt. Titties now ached from the splinters and every bone in her body felt bent. Never in her entire life had Sister Mary Celeste felt so completely worn out.
A hand slapped against her bare ass cheeks, sending the flesh there rippling in response. But the rest of her naked body just hung without reaction, and Luke laughed lewdly from somewhere in the rear.
"Let's get this thing out of there," he said as he pulled the crucifix from her well-fucked pussy.
It made a wet pop as it sucked out of her cunt lips. Then fingers were digging into the leaking pussyhole in its stead.
"You don't mind if I borrow some of this pussy cream, do you?" Luke laughed as he gouged in her cunthole. "I've got to grease up this hard cock so I can fuck me some ass."
Ass? Mary Celeste's mind tumbled the word idly around her head. Perhaps he had said something else – her asshole certainiy wasn't big enough for his prick.
Three times he burrowed his finger into her juicy cunt, and each time the touch disappeared for a few seconds. Then the fourth time he greased down his fingers, he didn't take away his hand to rub it on his prick. Instead, one of the fingers traced upward to touch at the budding asshole that was exposed by the spreading of her ass crack.
"Ouch!" she yelped as the finger shoved up her shitter.
A sudden shove had sent it all the way into her ass. The muscles of her ass-ring protested in pain as they were spead apart clear up to the knuckie at the edge of the palm of his hand.
"Ah," he sighed lustily and began pistoning his finger into her guts. "You've got a supertight little shithole that's going to be a real pleasure to fuck."
"You can't do that," she whined and twisted against the penetrating pressure of his finger. "It's not natural and besides, it's too little for something like that."
"Then I'm really getting myself an assberry," he laughed. "If you don't know that Goddamn hole will stretch to suck up any man's cock, then you ain't been corn-holed in the ass."