"What do you mean?" she cried out in near panic. "You can't seriously be thinking about trying to push your thing in there!"
"Right up the old brown chute, Sister," he laughed agair. "I'm going to stuff that asshole with a slab of fuck meat bigger than any turd you'll ever shit!"
"Nooo!" she moaned and tried to wiggle away from him.
Luke rammed a second finger inside the puckered asshole to join the first. With both of them inside, he pried them apart to loosen her ass-ring.
"That hurts!" Mary Celeste cried. "It's not big enough to put anything up there!"
"Then pretend you don't feel it, my horny little nun," he chided, "because sure as brown shit, you're about to be corn-holed in the ass!"
The fingers popped out of her ass, but her relief was short-lived. Both of his hands settled onto her hips and spread her ass cheeks even farther. Resting right in the bottom of the ass crack was the puckered brown hole he sought, and he nudged the piss slit of his prick right up her asshole.
Mary Celeste felt the greasy cockhead bump against the ring of her asshole. He was actually going to do it. He was going to try to fuck her in the ass!
"Now!" he shouted and shoved as his fingers bit into the flesh of her hips. The rubbery, slickened cockhead compressed and lodged halfway into her ass. His hands slipped down between the barrel and the front of her hips. Then, with a mighty tug, he drove the rest of the head of his prick between the circular muscles protecting her ass-guts.
"Aeeii!" the young nun screamed in intense pain.
Her asshole felt like it was being ripped apart. Not even in her wildest nightmares had she ever dreamed of agony so extreme.
She panted, jerking her chin from the barrel and trying to shove her cunt and hips through the wood. But still the massive prickhead remained burning inside her asshole.
"I can't stand it!" she screamed, her mind going white from the pain.
A hot poker up her ass couldn't have made it burn any hotter, and only a small part of the long cock was inside.
"Shut up, bitch!" he growled, tugging at the front of her hips. With effort, he wormed and wedged a couple of inches of the cockshaft inside to join the knob of his cock.
"It's too big!" she wailed, willing to do anything to make the pain go away. "Fuck my pussy! Shove your cock down my throat! Do anything you want, but get that telephone pole out of my ass!"
The corn-holing prick in her asshole had brought everything down to the primal, and it was the screams of survival that now filled her mind.
"My shithole!" she cried in long howls. "Your dick is killing my shithole! It's too big! Your Goddamn cock is too big to fuck me in the ass! Screw me in the eunt. Shove it in my mouth. Face-fuck me until I pass out then ram your prick into my throat and cum into my guts. Just get the Goddamn thing out of my asshole before it rips me to death!"
But the obscenities just seemed to excite him, and he drove another couple of inches into her ass. More than half of his massive fuck weapon was now buried in her asshole and he was about to lose the rest of it up her ass. Bracing himself for one final shove, he jerked on her hips as he pushed and the entire slab of cockineat burrowed into her shitter. His balls slapped against her gaping pussy slit and his cock hair tickled the skin of her ass cheeks. One whole long prick was now stirring the shit in her guts. And it felt like he had his cock caught in a circular vise. The ass-ring squeezed with unbelievable pressure and it was the tightest corn-hole that he had ever known.
Luke began to fuck his prick in the young nun's asshole. Each time he fucked in, all of the flesh around her ass-ring seemed to cave in. As he pulled out, the lips of her asshole clung to the skin of his cock, seeming to suck and follow as if not wanting to let the slab of fuckmeat retreat. The gripping circle of ass muscles at the entrance was like an iron ring twice too tight for his cock, and it ran up and down his prickshaft in intense pleasure as he fucked it in and out. Corn-holing had loosened her shithole just a little, but her ass was still even tighter than her throat. Already he could feel his cum bubbling in his balls, just about shouting to blast into her guts.
The young nun lay collapsed across the barrel, still not truly believing that her ass was being corn-holed by the massive cock. But the pain and the pressure told her that it was all too real, and there was no way to deny that what felt like a fence post was being fucked into her ass. Each pounding thrust seemed to fill the entire lower half of her body with enought prick to reach clear up to her stomach.
Now that the shithole had adjusted, she didn't feel that her flesh was being torn to shreds, but there was no doubt about being fucked. In her most fantastic thoughts about what a man would do to her with a throbbing cock, never had she considered that he would want to fuck her ass. But now that nightmare was all too real, as she felt his cum begin to splash.
"Here it is!" he shouted as the first glob of jism rocketed into her waiting asshole.
His cock was like a cannon firing into her guts as another blast blasted out the end of his prick. Almost a half a teacup of sticky gunk was poured into the abused, ass-raped nun before his cumming was through.
CHAPTER FIVE
The stretching of the young nun's body added a new dimension to her pain. After the beating with the whip and the ass-fucking by Luke, Mary Celeste had thought that she knew everything there was to experience about agony, but the dungeon had further lessons in store.
Before he had unclasped her from the barrel, Luke stripped away her mantle and veil, allowing her blonde silken hair to tumble across her face and almost to the floor. Gone were the sweaty restrictions on her face, but also vanished was the last slight protectionthat her religion had offered. Now she was totally naked and defenseless in the face of the torture that was still to come.
Mary Celeste recognized the device to which she was now dragged from old manuscripts she had classified and read in the dusty library of the convent of her training. It amazed her that a medieval rack still existed, the instrument that had extracted so many confessions, true and fabricated, in days gone by. It was more than ten feet long and over six feet high at its tallest point, with its wooden-planed table its feature point.
Luke twisted her to that platform and rolled her to her back, where he clasped her ankles and wrists into the bindings that waited. Her tits lay upon her naked chest like fruit ready to be picked and the spreading of her legs parted the gash of her cunt.
A huge circular crank was at the end by her hands, and Luke turned it as he watched the pale delicate skin of the captured young nun. As the crank tightened the chains at both ends of the rack, slowly the slack in the girl's body was slowly taken out. Her legs and arms were pulled straight between the clamps and the joints that connected their bones to her body, until all of her limbs had reached their maximum extension. Across her naked flesh, her skin was stretched tightly, her titty mounds being pressed to her chest and the rest of the muscles of her body being outlined by the ever-snugging skin.
"That hurts!" the girl whined, unable to even shift to relieve any of the pressure that was pulling at her body.
"It's supposed to," Luke hissed down at her, and he turned the crank another notch.
"Noooo!" Mary Celeste moaned, her shoulder and hip joints beginning to ache as if they were being pulled out of place.
He left her there, taut and hurting, but without the intense pain that would have driven her out of her mind. He had wanted her where she could not move, without a single chance of escape, and nothing accomplished that better than being stretched on the rack. All her muscles and bones were extended, and there was no slack at all to give them a possibility of contracting. It was as if she were paralyzed with even her breaths coming ouly with difficulty.