Conversion of a Nun

Poor Angela couldn't believe what was happening to her. Her mind just refused to translate the incredible sensations coming from between her legs into anything that made sense to her. A gigantic, rigid pole was pillaging her tender fuck-tube - a blood-gorged battering ram topped by a swollen knob like an avenging fist, hammering at the entrance to her womb. She gasped and groaned and thrashed on the bed, drifting in an out of consciousness as her senses were overwhelmed by the cruel assault on her virginity.

Jimmy was too aroused to just stand by and watch any more. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Angela's face. He shoved his knob and half his shaft into her mouth and commenced to fuck her face with frantic thrusts. He was too far gone to care about how the innocent child would cope with his massive hard-on. He just needed an orifice to fuck, and he treated her mouth exactly as he would have treated her vagina. He cut loose and fucked away at her like a maniac, cramming his mighty prong between her parted lips and deep into her gullet.

Amanda was in a desperate plight now. Her breath had already been knocked out of her by Mick's brutal slam- fucking of her tender cunt. Now she had a giant hard-on shoved so deeply into her mouth that some of it was past her tonsils, and this cock too was fucking her hard and fast. Her lips were stretched tight around the pounding, pumping shaft as it punch-fucked the back of her throat.

She couldn't breathe, couldn't even exercise the muscles that she'd need to use to take a breath. She felt that she was going to die there on the bed, with the two men bouncing up and down on top of her, ferociously driving their huge columns of gristle into her vagina and her throat. Blackness swam behind her eyes...

Then respite came as Mick said "Want to change ends?"

Jimmy pulled his blood-heavy prong out of Angela's face.

"Yeah," he panted. "I've got to have a go up her cunt."

The two men swapped places. Angela was breathing in shallow, shuddering pants. As Jimmy straddled her face she stared up at him, her frightened eyes pleading.

"Pl-please!" she blurted. "I c-can't breathe when you... when you put your thing in my!"

"Oh stop whining, you fucking little whore," Mick grunted, and he crammed his huge, thick dick into her face. Angela gave a muffled whimper around the obscenely bloated cock. It was going to start again. The torture was going to start all over again. "Breathe through your nose," Mick advised her tersely, and he started in to fuck her face.

Jimmy shoved her knees up against her tits so he could get a good look at her cunt. "Pretty as a picture," he smirked.

"We'll take pictures later," Mick panted, humping away on the hapless little girl's face. "Right now I want to get my end away."

Jimmy got between Angela's legs and shoved his engorged cock up her in one brutal thrust. Soon both men were fucking the innocent young novice in tandem, timing their thrusts so that they didn't get in each other's way as they enjoyed her.

The two men were swept away by lust now. They were scarcely aware that this was a living, breathing human being underneath them: each had his turgid cock sunk to the hilt in a warm, moist orifice, and each fucked furiously away at it, only concerned with the pleasure they were getting from those welcoming holes. Angela lay beneath them, filled at both ends with their colossal hard-ons, fucked and raped and pummeled until she didn't know which way was up.

Mick and Jimmy were very much into rape, and had taken scores of young girls against their will. But there was something about the beauty and innocence of this young trainee nun that inspired them to new peaks of sadistic pleasure. They gloried in her helplessness and in the sheer brutality of what they were doing to her.

"You dirty whore," Mick grunted, as he slammed his cock deep into her throat. "You dirty, cocksucking whore. Fucking eat it! Eat my meat, you cunthole bitch!"

Angela gave a dazed gurgle of protest. It was barely audible above the squeaking bedsprings, the rustle of cloth and Mick's stream of invective, but faint as it was it seemed to galvanise him even more. "You love it," he roared, dropping his full weight onto her face so that his cock was jammed agonisingly against the back of her throat. "You fucking love it!"

"I'm gonna come!" Jimmy groaned, and then with a yell of delight he hosed Angela's cervix with gout after gout of sperm, shooting off what felt like a pint of cum inside her. Angela felt that warm squirting sensation deep in her belly, and in amongst the pain and the shock she realised that she wasn't a virgin any more. A man had emptied his seed into her vaginal hole. She was tainted now, no longer pure.

Mick generally had more staying power, but Angela's hapless moans and the moist, caressing feel of her throat membranes was too much to him. With a final yell of "Oh fuuuuck!" he fired off his load into her mouth. His orgasm was so intense that it was almost painful.

Squirt after squirt of thick, ropey cum fired from his knob and filled Angela's mouth. She swallowed and it filled again. The taste and the feel of the stuff were like nothing she had ever known before. It was so thick and viscous that it was hard to get it down, and it had a salty bitterness that made her choke. This was semen, she realised: the fluid from which babies were made. She was drinking a man's semen as he ejaculated it directly into her mouth.

Finally the two men climbed off her. "Wow!" said Jimmy, with a whistle. "That was a great fuck."

"Yeah," Mick agreed. "She's not a bad ride. Let's go get a drink. We can screw her again later maybe."

They didn't bother to tie Angela up or gag her. They were only going downstairs, and there was nowhere she could go. Mick only warned her that if she screamed for help she'd regret it. "This is a flophouse," he told her. "The neighbours know what goes on here. Most of them use our girls pretty regularly. They're not going to help you. But we got to be discreet. So you just lie there and shut the fuck up until we come back."

Angela heard their steps retreating and going away down the stairs. She was too spent and too badly hurt to respond much.

Over the course of the next hour she recovered slowly. Her vagina felt as if it had been sand-blasted. It was sore and swollen and it hurt when she touched it. It was full of thick, gooey spunk which was oozing out into her bum-crack. Her lips were swollen too from the brutal fucking they'd received, and her lower lip was slightly split. There wasn't a part of her body that didn't hurt.

And her mind hurt too, as she struggled to understand what had just happened to her. Two men had made love to her. No, had sex with her. No, not that, even - fucked her.

They'd put their penises in her vagina, and in her mouth. They'd used her to bring themselves to orgasm, and then they'd - - She swallowed hard, and her eyes filled with tears as she tasted the sharp, bitterness of Mick's spunk in her mouth. To lose all her innocence at once, in the course of one nightmare afternoon... It seemed hard.

Perhaps she slept. Whether she did or not, they were suddenly there again. Mick and Jimmy. Her rapists. They climbed onto the bed on either side of her and thrust their limp cocks at her mouth. She smelled beer on Mick's breath as he belched.

"Come on, slut," he said. "Give us some head to get us started."

The wretched girl had to suck the two men's cocks again until they were fully erect and ready for use. They were clearly going to rape her again, and this time would be worse because she was already so sore.

It took a while to get Mick and Jimmy hard again. They were powerfully turned on by their little nun whore, but they'd had a few beers and they'd fucked her good and hard only an hour before. When they were still only half-hard after a few minutes of sucking and licking, they began to get frustrated.

"Fucking useless bitch!" Mick snarled, shoving Angela's head down hard between his legs. "Take it all in, slut. Deep throat me. Stop pissing around."

Angela didn't have the vocabulary to explain that she couldn't deep throat a semi-wilting cock - it simply wouldn't go all the way into her face. She sucked at the shaft as best she could, tasting her own cunt juice and drying spunk around its tip and under its hood. It wasn't enough. Mick wasn't getting any harder.

"Alright," he said at last. "You asked for it, bitch."

He dragged Angela off the bed and walked out of the room, hauling her after him. At the other end of the landing there was a small bathroom. He dragged her in there and shoved her down on her knees next to the toilet. As Jimmy came in after them and closed the door, she stared up into Mick's brutal, smirking face with big, frightened eyes. She knew something terrible was about to happen, but she didn't know what.

He aimed his cock at her face. She was expecting to be told to suck him again, but he didn't say anything. For a moment, nothing happened. Then a powerful spurt of piss came streaming out of his knob and showered down on her face.

Angela gasped and flinched, ducking away from the warm spray, but Mick grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back. "Stay put," he growled, "and open your fucking mouth."

He continued to piss over her face, and Angela had to bear it as best she could. But she couldn't bring herself to open her mouth and let Mick urinate directly into it. Her heart was beating like a hammer. She had been ready, or thought she was ready, for another rape, but this was an entirely different kind of violation and nothing that had happened so far had prepared her for it.

The stream stopped momentarily, and Mick bent from the waist to thrust his face up close to hers. "I won't warn you again," he said. "You open your mouth, because I'm going to use you as a toilet. And if you don't drink my piss and then thank me for it, you're never going to see the other nuns again."

She heard the steel in his voice and knew that it would be madness to anger him. She opened her mouth.

Mick grunted softly as he released his hold on his bladder once again, and another jet of piss hit Angela squarely in the eyes. Then he took proper aim and the warm yellow torrent was pouring into her mouth and down her throat. Tears were running freely down her face, but Mick's urine washed them away, unseen.

She gulped and swallowed desperately. There was so much of it - pints and pints and pints of it. She kept swallowing but there was always more. She felt sick, bloated, but Mick was still hosing her face with more and more of his piss. All she could do was drink.

At long last, though, the flood slackened off. Mick shook his dick one last time and grinned lecherously down at Angela. "I always like doing that," he said. "You should try it some time, Jimmy."

"I'm gonna try it now," said Jimmy, sounding as if he was in a trance. He'd never been into watersports, but seeing this innocent little girl drinking Mick's piss had turned him on more than he would ever have imagined. He came over and stood in front of Angela. He shoved his cock into her mouth without preamble. Then, holding her head firmly in both hands, he let go and started to piss directly into her mouth.

Angela moaned in dismay and began once more to gulp and swallow as her mouth filled again with a jetting, turbulent stream of male piss. Jimmy sighed in happiness. Emptying his bladder into the young nun's pretty face was a powerfully erotic experience.

He'd had a lot of beer, and he continued to urinate down Angela's throat for a long time. By the time he'd finished, her head was swimming and her belly felt painfully taut.

Then they hauled her back into the bedroom and got stuck in, now thoroughly aroused and only too eager to fuck her. Mick took her up the cunt and Jimmy shoved his dick into her mouth, and they both humped away at her with groans of delight. Angela felt sick and dizzy. She'd swallowed two or three pints of their piss and it was still sloshing around inside her as the two huge cocks pillaged her mouth and vagina. She was terrified that she might actually throw up as Jimmy's cock plunged in and out of her throat: she might choke on her own vomit if she did.

But she managed to keep the contents of her stomach in check, even when Jimmy groaned and blew off an enormous wad of sperm down her throat. It mixed very queasily with the urine that she'd already swallowed, but it stayed.

Mick, however, was still in the mood for fresh thrills. He pulled out of her snatch and rolled her over on her stomach.

"Get the jelly," he told Jimmy.

Jimmy crossed the room, rummaged in the chest of drawers for a moment and came back with a tube of KY. Mick got some on his finger and jammed his finger up Angela's arse. Taken by surprise, she gasped and moaned as Mick poked his finger in and out of her little arsehole. But the assault was over very quickly, and she was about to relax when suddenly she felt the massive, swollen head of Mick's cock pressing against her bum crack.

She realised what was about to happen a second before it did. She opened her mouth to scream, but Jimmy was too quick for her and clamped his hand over her mouth. All she could do was give an urgent, grinding moan as Mick forced his gigantic cock right up her arse into her guts.

It felt like she was splitting in two. The pain was indescribable - like a red hot poker going right up inside her, setting her whole body on fire. And then it got worse as he started to bugger her.

Distantly, through the veils of agony, she heard Mick say "This is fucking great!"

How long he grunted and pumped behind her she never knew. It felt like an eternity. But finally warm wetness flooded her innards and he pulled out. She collapsed onto the bed, shivering with the after- effects of the vicious anal deflowering.

"What do you fancy for dinner?" Jimmy asked Mick, as he wiped his shit-smeared cock on Angela's gown.

"Could go down the Crown and Anchor," Mick suggested.

"Depends if you want to do her again," said Jimmy.

"Do her when we get back. We can tie her to the bed or something."

And that was what they did. They got some rope and strips of cloth and tied Angela's hands and feet to the four corners of the bed. Then they shoved her knickers into her mouth and wrapped some strips of cloth around her face before binding it tight so she couldn't make a sound.

"We'll just be an hour or so," Jimmy told her. "Keep quiet, okay? We'll probably let you go after we've shagged you a couple more times."

Then they walked out of the room, and a minute or so later she heard the door slam.

Angela lay in the silent room as the evening wore on. She definitely dozed this time, exhausted from the brutal abuse her body had received. She woke when the door slammed again, and she heard voices downstairs. Unfamiliar voices. Her heart leapt as she realised that the police must have come. Someone had heard the sounds from the flophouse and called 999. She was going to be rescued.

Then Mick and Jimmy walked into the room with three other men, who all looked down at her with eager, lustful expressions.

"A fucking nun?" one of them asked.

"A trainee nun," said Jimmy. "Sort of a nunette."

"Heere, what do you get if you cross a nun with an Apple iMac?"

"I dunno," said Mick.

"A computer that never goes down on you."

The three new men - whose names, Angela learned as they talked, were Don, Dave and Leo - all handed over money to Mick and Jimmy, who then left the room.

Then they took their clothes off, untied Angela and got stuck into raping her.

All three men had gigantic cocks, and the first thing they wanted was for her to suck them off. They made her kneel on the floor and they took turns in her face, two men wanking while the third man presented his hard-on to her and groaned in lustful delight as she licked and sucked on it.

She was used to the musky, sweaty smell of cocks now, and to the way the men started to fuck her face as they got more excited. Soon she wasn't really sucking them at all: they were just pumping their mighty organs in and out of her mouth, panting and gasping as they used her face to get themselves off.

Finally the first man, Don, groaned and filled her mouth with thick gouts of spunk. Then Dave and Leo made her go down on all fours on the bed and took her front and back, Dave shagging her up the twat while Leo continued to rape her face. After a while they changed ends, and Leo inserted his hard-on up her arse while Dave gave her a brutal throat-fuck. Both men finally chose to come in her mouth because they wanted to watch her face as they let go and pumped their spunk down her throat.

She hoped that they might have had enough after this, but of course they hadn't. They wanted their money's worth, and all three men raped her twice more before they left. By the time they were through with her, she was exhausted and in agony again, curled up on the bed with semen oozing out of her cunt and arse to puddle between her legs. They thanked her for a good time and left in high spirits. For only fifty quid apiece they'd just had some of the best sex of their lives.

Mick and Jimmy came back into the room, rolled her over onto her back and just took her where she lay, Mick brutally copulating with her mouth while Jimmy buggered her with great enthusiasm. She hardly noticed. She was drifting in and out of consciousness now, floating on an endless, disturbing dream of massive cocks and endless abuse.

After wards, Mick and Jimmy took her back into the bathroom, where they gave her a very thorough scrubbing down in the bath, taking good care to douche her cunt and arse first with soap and then with detergent. They knew she'd never be able to find her way back to the house, but if she went to the police they wanted to be sure there'd be no genetic evidence that they'd ever shagged her.

They drove her back to King's Cross at about 4.00AM, and shoved her out of the car halfway up St. Pancras Road. Mick threw her clothes out after her and they drove off. They kept her crucifix as a souvenir of the occasion, because this had been a fuck they wanted to remember.

In due course Angela was found and taken to King's Cross police station, in a state of near-shock from the spectacular abuse she'd suffered. A few days in a church hospital off Holborn Kingsway took care of the physical damage - or at least the worst of it. Her cunt was still very swollen, and it hurt her to pee for the next two weeks. And she continued to walk with a slight limp for a month because of the internal bruising caused by having so many oversized cocks up her arse.

But the psychological effects of the rape were hard to shake off. Angela couldn't manage to get back to the calm, peaceful relationship she'd had with Christ before she went to London: memories of gigantic hard- ons pounding away between her legs, of the bitter taste of spunk pumping onto her tongue, came into her mind unbidden when she prayed.

Six months after the gang bang, she stole some money from Sister Bridget's money box, went back up to London on an overnight train and hung around King's Cross station until two big black men approached her and asked her how much she charged. "It's free," she told them timidly. "But I want you to wee on me afterwards."

When she returned to the convent the next day, her cunt and rectum full of cum, smelling like a men's toilet, she told Sister Bridget that she was leaving the order.

She's working for Mick and Jimmy now, and she's one of their most popular girls. She'll do it in a nun's uniform if you ask her to, and none of the punters realise that it's the real thing.