by Lauren Chase
"Hey now. This needs to stop. You're not going to assault a nun on a public bus. Besides, can't you hear? The driver is pounding on the door. He'll probably call the police in a second."
Now that he said it, she could hear someone beating a fist against the front door. Thank God.
"Shut up or I'll shut you up," Frank told the man. "Go back to your seat."
Mary Catherine met the man's eyes, pleading silently with him to help her. A single tear slid down the side of her face. He stared at her and then glanced back at Frank. He hung his head and walked away, leaving her in the control of the three men.
*
"So, now that it's just us, tell me something. Are you a real nun or a stripper?" Frank said this while sliding into the seat next to her. "Come on, I won't tell anyone."
She shook her head and looked away from him, praying for something to happen, for some idea of how to get out of this spot.
"Still got nothing to say? Okay. Maybe you need inspiration." He put his hand back under her skirt, this time slipping it up over her hip and towards her belly. "I'm going to do what I want to you. And I'm going to let my friends do what they want to you. There's no use fighting, we'd just have to hurt you. But if you want us to stop, all you have to do is say so. Tell me to stop. Tell me to get my hands off you." His fingers bushed the underside of her bra. "Tell me to leave you alone and we will."
Mary Catherine's mind was reeling. She couldn't think straight with the fear and confusing churning in her. And his hands on her skin. No one but a doctor had ever touched her in these places. Her mouth opened to do as he said, to tell him to stop, but no words came out. Her vow of silence, yes, but something else stopped her too. Her skin tingled where he touched her, and that feeling she'd missed between her legs returned. She felt…excited? It seemed impossible, and certainly inappropriate, but there it was. Her body was aroused, even while her brain protested.
Frank jolted her out of her reverie with a laugh as his hand cupped her breast. "Hmm. This feels real, but too big for a nun. I guess we'll have to see the whole package to find out the truth."
He yanked her up and to the back of the bus. She was pushed down on the set of seats that stretched from one side to the other, and the men descended upon her. Frank grabbed her wimple and tugged it off before throwing it over his shoulder. Her hair fell down from where it was pinned at the nape of her neck and fell around her in a cascade of dark silk.
One of the other men grabbed the front of her shirt and tore at it until the fabric hung in tatters on her arms, revealing her simple, white bra that couldn't quite contain her full breasts. She shuddered as the third man joined in, yanking her skirt up to her waist.
Suddenly down to her underwear in the strangest of place, Mary Catherine froze. In a silly part of her mind she thought if she stayed completely still nothing would happen. But of course, it didn't work.
Frank whistled and bent to touch her breasts. He shoved his hands under her bra and kneaded her flesh roughly, pinching her nipples when he reached them.
The sharp pain brought her back to life. Mary Catherine shoved at him with her hands and kicked at the other men who were trying to spread her legs open.
Frank cursed and leaned hard on her with all of his weight, putting his face down close to hers. "Be careful. Don't want to have to hurt you. Remember, you can stop this. Just say the words."
Fury filled her and she slapped him in the face. Instead of hitting her back he just laughed. "That's hot. I like it rough; nice to see you do too."
She growled low in her throat and continued to struggle, but it was useless. Frank held her shoulders down with one hand and used the other on her breasts again.
"Excellent tits, Sister. Really. You should be a topless nun, I bet you'd get thousands into Mass every week."
One of the other men slapped Frank on the shoulder. "You gonna flirt all night or fuck this bitch?"
Frank grinned down at her. "You heard my boy. The natives are getting restless. Last chance, babe. Want to get fucked?"
Mary Catherine shook her head hard but her heart wasn't in it. Even though it was evil and disgusting, she wanted him to do it. She'd never ask for it or agree, but he wasn't giving her a choice, really. Even if she broke her vow and begged him to stop be wouldn't. It had gone too far. No one was going to save her. Sure, the bus driver would eventually get the police to come but it would be too late. They'd be done by then. She'd be done. Defiled. And damn if that wasn't exciting in a way. Was it a sin if she had no choice? It didn't matter. She wasn't going to stop them. She would bear it silently as she had sworn.
"I see you thinking hard. Let me help you decide." Frank spun her around and crouched down between her thighs. He shoved her panties to the side and ran his fingers down her damp crease. "Oh shit. Now we know for sure. You ain't no nun. You got a shaved cunt and you're wet. Good act, whore."
Her arms flew down to cover herself reflexively, but the other two men held her down, pinning her hands to her sides as Frank had free rein. He pushed a finger inside her and groaned.
"Mmm. Nice and tight. Hot, too. I'm gonna love shoving my cock in you. Fucking you hard for being such a lying whore. It's a shame you're not really a nun, but I'll fuck you until you think I'm God."
Panic seized her, making her limbs rigid. Frank probed deeper inside her, bringing out her body's moisture and spreading it around her smooth mound. The other men took a breast each and started tugging, pinching and slapping them. Her skin reddened under their rough treatment and she moaned from the pain.
Mistaking her sound, Frank gripped her hips and stood up, angling her body. He fumbled at his pants for a minute and then she felt his cock press against her. It was hot and wide. She couldn't really see it, but she could feel enough to be afraid. Mary Catherine wanted to tell him she'd never had a man, to beg him to be careful, but she said nothing.
He grunted once and pushed inside, the thick head of his rod spreading her impossibly wide. He kept hunching his hips and shoving deeper and deeper, filling her. She started weeping silently, from the humiliation, pain and shame. Hours earlier she'd been feeding the needy, fulfilling the mission of her order and now she was being violated by a stranger.
But as Frank started sliding his dick in and out and using a finger to tease her clit, something even worse happened. It started to feel good. Really good. He was so big it hurt, but she was wet and her body didn't care about how wrong it was. Every nerve-ending in her woke up and hummed, a million times more intense than anything she'd done to herself. Even the pain was exciting, heightening the pleasure.
"Oh man, this is some good pussy," Frank muttered, digging his fingers into her skin as he fucked her harder and harder. His balls slapped against her as he plunged in deep and pulled out fast, only to repeat the motion again. His arms shook and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping down onto her belly and sliding to the underside of her breasts, still being manhandled by the others. The look on his face was raw, animal ecstasy. He gritted his teeth and kept going, making her whole body jump with each powerful thrust.
Suddenly, he let out a groan and plunged inside once more. This time he held still, their bodies as close as possible, his hot length buried deep inside her. His hips bucked and he came, sending torrents of cum shooting inside her, bathing her bruised, swollen channel with thick white fluid.
As his cock softened he lowered her legs down to the floor and slumped back. "Damn. That was great." He reached down and tucked his member back into his pants with a wince. "Who's next?"
A sob bubbled out of Mary Catherine's mouth. She'd been so mesmerized by the strangeness of the experience that she'd almost forgotten there were two other men there and they'd want to have her too.
The thinner man pinched her nipple and then leaned down to bite it. "Aww, she's upset. Probably because she didn't come yet. Don't worry, I'll take care of that. He picked her up and flipped her over so she was kneeling on the seat on her hands and knees. He shoved h
er skirt out of the way and smacked her butt hard, making her jump.
Frank laughed from the seat he was resting in. "You always were an ass man, Trey."
"You know it," the thin man said. "And I'm about to get some primo ass right now. Right, slut?"
Mary Catherine cast a frantic look at him over her shoulder and then turned her face away again. She could feel Frank's spunk slipping from her and knew she was wide open for Trey to see. She hung her head and hid behind the curtain of her hair.
Trey giggled terrifyingly and smacked her again, making her butt jump and her breasts jiggle where they hung below her. He pushed a finger inside her and yanked it out. "Gross. I hate sloppy seconds." He pressed the tip of the digit against the tightly clenched rosebud of her ass. "Hmm, here's an idea. Ever taken it up the ass? With no lube?"
She shook her head, horrified.
"Well you're about to. Unless…"
She looked at him again, pleading with her eyes.
"Unless you give my friend here a major league, big time, world record blowjob. Suck his cock like a trouper and I'll leave your tight little ass alone. But don't fuck it up or try to get smart or I'll destroy it."
Her attention turned to the third man. He was kneeling in front of her and opening his pants. The tool he revealed wasn't as thick as Frank's, but it was so long. He stroked it to complete hardness and it looked like his hand traveled the length of the reddened shaft forever.
Mary Catherine had heard about oral sex but she didn't have any idea how it really worked. There certainly wasn't room in her mouth for the whole thing, and she was confused by the use of the terms "blow" and "suck." Which was it? And how could she possibly do it well enough to keep Trey from sodomizing her?
The third man, whose name she hadn't gotten, was leering at her. He shoved his dick in her face and she shrank back from it, afraid. That motion earned her another hard spank from Trey.
"Don't be a dumb whore. I know you don't want me to fuck your ass. So get to sucking."
She closed her eyes and opened her mouth a bit. The man in front of her did the rest. He shoved his cock into her mouth, barreling past her teeth and over her tongue, a drop of precum filling her mouth with a musky, saltiness. She almost bit down in surprise, but managed to catch herself, only scraping her teeth over his skin slightly.
The man slapped her on the cheek hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. "Don't just sit there, suck. Come on, we don't got all day."
Suck, okay. Mary Catherine did as he told her, sucking on the tip. He groaned and pushed in more, sliding her mouth down his length. When the tip hit the back of her throat she gagged and coughed. But instead of pulling back he kept going, shoving another few inches in, sending his cock down her throat, cutting off her air.
She placed a hand on his stomach and pushed, trying to make it clear he was killing her, but he didn't stop. Saliva pooled in her mouth around his dick and she knew she was going to die there, mostly nude, on the bus. Just when she started seeing dark spots he finally pulled back long enough for her to take a few gasping breaths.
"That was pathetic. A good slut like you should know how to deepthroat. Let's go again."
He drove into her mouth once more, but at least this time she knew what to expect. She tried to distract him, making up ideas of what might feel good. She sucked the tip and swirled her tongue along the underside of his cock. She felt him shudder, but it wasn't enough to distract him from his plan. His cock invaded her throat again, choking her. But then he started moving. Back and forth. Fucking her mouth like Frank had her pussy.
"Oh yeah. That's it, slut. Take my cock. You love me pounding your pretty slut face. Love my cock choking you." He grabbed the hand she had pressed against his stomach and wrapped her fingers around his tightening ball sac. "Squeeze 'em. Yeah, play with my balls. Good slut." His words faded away into soft moans of pleasure as he kept fucking her face, never letting her get more than a tiny breath.
And just as she'd forgotten him, Trey made his presence behind her known. He leaned over her body and whispered in her ear. "You know, that's pretty good. I can see you're trying." He moved back and she felt his fingers on her ass and then something wet slid down over her. "But not good enough," he said, and shoved his dick inside her puckered hole.
The pain was excruciating. It burned and hurt in ways she'd never imagined. The cock in her throat was practically nothing compared to what Trey was doing to her. He thrust hard, rolling his hips to get in deeper. The bit of saliva he'd used to slick her entrance was useless under the steady, powerful pressure. Tears streamed down her face and her whole body quivered.
Mary Catherine screamed, the sound muffled by the near-foot of cock down her throat. She tried to get away but every motion just helped Trey slide deeper into her burning asshole. He pulled back a little and thrust forward again. The men found a rhythm, the dick in her ass pushing in while the one in her mouth pulled back, and then they switched. Her body felt like a puppet, jostling to and fro from their movements.
Not to be left out, Frank reached under her body and tweaked her nipples. He slid a finger between her thighs and rubbed her clit.
She'd been sure this treatment would kill her, but now the pleasure returned, unwanted. The delicious pressure that had been building came back and she knew what was going to happen. As Trey demolished her ass, fucking her and slapping at her soft skin, she started to come. The orgasm exploded out from her clit, engulfing her body in heat. She screamed again, but for a different reason. She would never think of what happened at the end of her masturbation sessions as an orgasm again. That was nothing compared to this cataclysmic event happening in her body. She bucked against the hands and cocks abusing her, wanting, needing more. The orgasm crested and fell only to swell up again, drowning her in wave after wave of oblivion. Dimly she felt the men come and let her fall, slipping away to nothingness.
A few moments later Mary Catherine opened her eyes. The three men who'd just used her were sitting a few rows ahead now, catching their breath. The man who'd tried to help was kneeling in front of her, staring at her face.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded weakly.
"I'm so glad. And so sorry."
She looked at him questioningly. He'd done nothing, but that didn't need an apology.
As if he understood what she was thinking he shook his head. "I'm not sorry for before. I'm sorry for now." His arm moved, sliding in a gesture that was now familiar.
Mary Catherine tried to sit up, hoping to get away, but it was too late. The man stood up and she saw, as she'd feared, he was stroking his own hardon.
"I am so sorry, but that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. And now that you've done it, a few more shouldn't matter."
Few more? As he moved between her legs she could finally see behind him. The bus driver and the man who'd been sleeping were standing there, pants open, fisting their hard cocks, too.
She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer. Not for salvation, but for the strength to continue. Like the man said, she'd already been thoroughly defiled. Whatever happened next she'd be returning to the convent with a body full of cum and a mind opened to pleasures of the flesh she had never considered. Might as well make a night of it.
Stripped Down
“Another round of drinks for the birthday girl,” someone yelled. A drink was pushed into Leah’s hand. She beamed and took a deep gulp. So far being twenty-one was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had been the center of attention all night, even after her friends somehow got lost in the crowd, leaving her with all these strangers she'd just met. A few drinks in and she stopped being at all shy or nervous. It helped that the cute bartender had been pouring her a shot every time anyone else ordered one.
She stepped back from the bar and stumbled slightly into the warm arms that reached out to steady her. “Easy boys, I’m fine!” She flashed a grin, pleased with the round of laughs she got. She wandered out to the dance floor amidst
a gaggle of admirers, flirting and grinding as they danced. Leah didn’t notice at first when they started to drift away, she was too lost in a haze of booze and the pounding rhythms, until suddenly she was no longer the center of attention. Frowning she moved towards the relocated crowd to see why.
On a pole in the corner of the dance floor, some girl was showing off a couple of frankly pathetic dance moves. From the gossip in the crowd she heard that apparently the girl had just started taking pole dancing lessons. Leah scoffed—as a dance major, she’d taken classes in most kinds of dance and pole dancing had been one she really enjoyed. This girl had no skills.
“Amateur, let me show you how a real dancer does it.” She pushed through the crowd and shoved the girl out of the way. There were a few encouraging hoots from the crowd and she laid her body along the pole, undulating against it. Shaking back her blonde curls, she wrapped her legs around the pole and hitched her body up to the top. Letting her torso fall back she set herself into a slow spin, her flimsy shirt falling down her body. With a shimmy she flipped over upside down, letting the garment fall to the ground before she swung her body back up again.
Leah curved her torso around the silver pole, freeing her legs to shimmy her skirt down her hips, pulling one leg free so she could wrap it around the pole and stretching the other out so her skirt slid slowly off and into the hands of one of the waiting admirers. Satisfied that she’d become properly the center of attention again, she allowed herself to be led back to the bare leaving her clothes scattered, now dressed only in her sexy lacy bra and panties. More drinks were thrust into her hands and she cheered, clinking glasses with whoever was closest before she downed it, thirsty after her little exhibition.
A few drinks later she was completely blitzed out of her mind. She wandered over to one of the booths in the corner of the club and slumped into the leather padded seat. She meant to only close her eyes for a moment, but she passed out, slumping across the seat. Slowly the club began to empty, the lights were brought up, and the remaining staff began to clean up. One of them began checking the back booths and paused at the one in the corner.
