Unveiling Desire: Tokyo's Sin

Sister Abigails' story goes on week six continued from previous story (Revealing sin: Habit of Desire) the subway trip in Tokyo scene

**Week Six: The Subway Ride** Tokyo's subway was always packed, but today the press of bodies felt different. Sister Abigail—technically no longer a nun, but still draped in the lingering habit of her past—stood wedged between commuters, the train lurching beneath her feet. Then she felt it: the deliberate brush of fingers against the back of her thigh through the habit. Too slow to be accidental. Too bold to ignore. She inhaled sharply, shifting slightly. The hand didn’t retreat. Instead, it slid higher, hiking the hem of her habit higher,fingertips skating beneath the hem of her habit. She bit her lip, shame and heat twisting together in her gut. The stranger behind her—she could feel the hard line of his body now—leaned in, his breath hot on her neck. *"You don’t move away,"* he murmured in rough English, fingers pressing between her thighs. *"So I think... you want this."* The train rocked, shoving her harder against him. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her steady as his fingers worked her through the thin fabric. She should’ve stopped him. Should’ve turned around and slapped him. Instead, she arched back, silently begging for more.

His fingers hooked beneath the fabric now, dragging it up her thigh just enough to expose the damp heat between her legs. The rough pad of his thumb pressed against her panties, already soaked through, and she shuddered. He exhaled against her ear, low and satisfied. *"Such a greedy little nun."* The train jolted again, and she gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband, sinking into her without hesitation. His palm ground against her clit with every movement, deliberate and relentless. She should have been mortified—should have cared about the bodies packed around them, the strangers who might notice—but all she could focus on was the thick push of his fingers inside her, the way her hips jerked to meet them. His other hand tightened on her waist, pulling her back against the unmistakable ridge of his cock straining against his pants. *"Fuck,"* he muttered, voice rough. *"You’re so tight."* Her breath hitched, heat flooding her cheeks—not from shame, but hunger. The train slowed for the next stop, the overhead chime ringing faintly. His fingers stilled, buried deep inside her. *"Next station,"* he murmured. *"You get off with me, or I walk away."*

The train shuddered to a stop, doors sliding open. Sister Abigail barely had time to nod before the man’s grip tightened, steering her off the car. Bodies jostled in the crowd around them, and suddenly, more hands were on her—fingers brushing her arms, her waist, the curve of her ass. Whispers curled around her in fragmented Japanese, punctuated by low laughter and the unmistakable click of phone cameras. A second man pressed close, his breath hot on her ear. *"Such a pretty sin,"* he taunted, tugging her habit lower to bare her shoulder. The fabric slipped, exposing the swell of her breast, and she heard another shutter click. Someone thrust a phone between the bodies—*live*, the screen flashed—angles adjusted to catch the flush of her skin, the way her hips twitched when the first man’s fingers slid back into her. A third reached around, cupping her neglected breast, pinching her nipple through the fabric. *"Look at her,"* someone murmured. *"She’s dripping."* The first man smirked, twisting his fingers inside her, and a choked moan tore from her throat. The crowd pressed closer, phones aloft, as she came apart between them.

The doors hissed shut behind them, sealing them in the dimly lit station corridor. Hands roved freely now—someone yanked her habit down to her waist, baring her completely as another man shoved his fingers into her mouth. She tasted salt and leather as she sucked instinctively, her body still thrumming from the first man’s ruthless strokes inside her. A phone screen lit up inches from her face, zooming in on her parted lips, her flushed chest, the slick mess between her thighs. *"Louder,"* someone ordered, and the first man obliged, curling his fingers hard against her g-spot. Her back arched, a broken cry escaping as wetness gushed over his knuckles. The crowd groaned appreciatively, jostling for a better angle. The second man unfastened his belt with a sharp clink, pushing her to her knees. *"Open,"* he demanded, gripping her hair. The camera flashes painted her skin in strobes as she obeyed, tongue outstretched, just as the thick head of his cock slapped against it. The first man leaned down, voice a growl against her ear. *"You’re the perfect fucking show."*

The second man didn’t wait—he thrust forward, filling her mouth in one brutal push. Her throat flexed around him, gagging slightly, but his grip in her hair held her steady. The first man kept working her with his fingers, his rhythm relentless, her wetness audibly slick between her thighs as the crowd murmured approval. Someone’s phone angled down to capture the obscene stretch of her lips around the cock, the drool dripping onto her bare chest. Another hand—she didn’t know whose—groped her ass, fingers sliding between her cheeks, teasing the tight ring of muscle there before pushing in shallowly. She whimpered around the cock in her mouth, the vibrations pulling a rough groan from the man fucking her face. *"Switch,"* a third voice ordered. The second man pulled out, glistening and thick, just as another stepped forward, unbuckling his pants. The first man finally withdrew his fingers, leaving her clenching around nothing, her hips jerking forward reflexively. *"Greedy,"* he chuckled, smearing her wetness across her stomach before guiding her head toward the next cock. The new man was thicker, the vein along his shaft pressing insistently against her tongue as he took control, fucking her throat in deep, measured strokes. Behind her, she felt the press of a blunt tip against her ass, the sting of penetration making her gasp—just in time for the cock in her mouth to shove deeper. The cameras kept flashing. The livestream chat scrolled fast, unseen, as the men took turns, owning every part of her.

at the stop they take her with them to bus line N69 bribing the driver to take them all to a private club

The second man hauled her up by the arm, her habit crumpled at her waist as they dragged her toward the bus stop. The driver’s eyes flicked to her bare chest, her heaving breaths, before a wad of cash was shoved into his hand. He grunted, jerking his chin toward the back as the men filed in, pulling her stumbling behind them. The bus doors wheezed shut, sealing them in the dim interior. Fingers dug into her hips, yanking her onto the nearest lap—the thick cock beneath her already hard, straining against his slacks. *"Ride it,"* someone muttered, shoving her skirt up to her waist. She gasped as the man beneath her freed himself, the hot length of him pressing against her soaked slit. No teasing, no preamble—he gripped her waist and slammed her down, taking her in one brutal thrust. The bus jolted into motion, her body bouncing with the rhythm of the road, each jolt driving him deeper. Hands groped her tits, pinched her nipples, while another man leaned in to lick the sweat from her throat. Behind her, someone unbuckled again, the thick head of his cock nudging between her cheeks. *"Both holes this time,"* a voice growled. The tip pressed in—slow, then relentless—stretching her as she was speared front and back. The men groaned, cameras flashing, as she whimpered between them, fucked raw in the shuddering dark.

The man beneath her set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning up as she rocked against him, the slap of skin echoing through the bus. The cock in her ass stretched her impossibly wider, every thrust pulling a ragged gasp from her lips. She was pinned between them, her body used for their pleasure, no inch of her untouched. A third man leaned in, dragging his thumb across her parted lips before shoving his cock into her mouth. Her jaw ached, spit slicking her chin as she struggled to take him, the triple penetration overwhelming. The bus lurched over a pothole, driving the man beneath her deeper—she cried out around the mouthful of cock, her cunt clenching hard around him. *“She’s close,”* someone chuckled, fingers twisting her nipple painfully. The man in her ass growled, gripping her hips tighter as his rhythm turned erratic. *“Fuck, take it—"* His groan cut off as he buried himself to the hilt, heat flooding her ass just as the one beneath her came, pulsing deep inside her cunt. The cock in her mouth jerked, salty release spilling down her throat as the livestream chat blew up with demands for more. The bus slowed—they were almost there. She barely had time to catch her breath before hands were dragging her to the next man, his belt already undone.

The next man didn’t wait. He flipped her onto her hands and knees in the cramped aisle, her cheek pressed to the sticky vinyl seat as he mounted her from behind. The thick head of his cock speared into her, still stretched and slick from the last man’s spend. A sharp slap landed on her ass, the sting making her clench around him. *"Tighter,"* he grunted, fucking into her with short, punishing strokes. Someone hauled her head back by her hair, shoving two fingers into her mouth while another cock slid between her lips. She gagged, spit dripping onto the floor as the man behind her pounded harder, the bus's jerking motion only adding to the force of his thrusts. A fourth man crouched in front of her, dragging his erection over her flushed face, smearing precum across her eyelids. *"Almost there,"* the driver called over his shoulder, unfazed by the debauchery behind him. The men laughed, tightening their grip on her. The cock in her ass pulled out just as the one in her cunt slammed home one last time, his release flooding her. She gasped as the man at her mouth came, ropes of hot cum striping her tongue before he pulled free—only for another to take his place. The bus jerked to a stop, doors hissing open. *"Showtime,"* someone muttered, dragging her up by the arms—dripping, used, and ready for whatever awaited inside the club.

The neon sign above the club entrance pulsed like a heartbeat, casting garish pink light over the men hauling her toward the door. Her thighs were slick, legs trembling from the relentless use, but they gave her no time to recover. The bouncer barely glanced at them—just nodded, stepping aside as they dragged her into the thrum of bass and bodies. A hand fisted in her hair, wrenching her head back as a stranger leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. *“VIP section. Now.”* The crowd parted for them, leering as she stumbled forward, still leaking cum. The booth was already packed—men lounging, drinks in hand, eyes locked onto her like she was the main course. The moment they shoved her onto the low table, hands were on her, spreading her legs wide. A thick finger slid into her cunt, then out, smearing wetness across her thigh before a mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard. She arched, a broken sound escaping her as another man pushed her back, his cock nudging against her lips. *“Open.”* She did, and he fucked her throat in slow, deliberate strokes, his grip tight on her jaw. The DJ’s bass shook the floor beneath her, the rhythm syncing with the hands and mouths working her over—every inch of her claimed.

The man at her cunt growled against her, his tongue flicking mercilessly as two fingers curled inside her, stretching her wider. Another set of hands tugged at her nipples, pinching hard enough to make her jolt, her moan muffled around the cock fucking her mouth. The heat in her belly coiled tighter with every rough stroke, every scrape of teeth against her clit. A new presence loomed over her—the weight of another man settling between her legs. The wet sound of a cock being stroked made her thighs twitch. Then she felt it—the blunt pressure against her ass, still loose and slick from earlier. He didn’t ask, just pushed in with a harsh grunt, forcing her body to yield. She choked, gagging around the thick intrusion in her throat as her ass was filled all over again, the stretch bordering on unbearable. The man between her thighs finally pulled back, replacing his tongue with his cock, sinking into her cunt in one brutal thrust. Triple penetration. Again. The table creaked beneath her as they set a relentless pace, pistoning into her from every angle. The crowd around them roared approval, phones raised to capture every obscene detail. Someone poured ice down her torso, the cold shock making her clench around the cocks inside her. A hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back just as the man in her mouth came, spurting hot and bitter down her throat. Before she could swallow, another cock replaced it. The DJ’s bass pounded in time with the slaps of skin, the rhythm of their greed. *“Keep her full,”* someone ordered. She barely had time to gasp before a fourth man stepped forward, pressing the head of his cock against her spit-slicked lips. She took it. What else could she do?

The new cock in her mouth pressed deep, past the point of comfort, until her throat fluttered helplessly around it. The man in her ass leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. *“Take it, slut. All of you’s getting filled tonight.”* He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust that sent a shockwave through her body. Ice melted in rivulets down her ribs, mixing with sweat and spit as the man in her cunt snapped his hips faster, his grip bruising on her thighs. She could feel the telltale twitch of him nearing his end—then a rough hand slid between them, thumb grinding against her clit. The sudden pressure sent her over the edge, her body clamping down hard around the cocks buried inside her. A growl from above. *“Fuck, that’s it—squeeze me dry.”* Hot release pulsed into her as the man in her ass followed, his groan muffling against her shoulder while he emptied himself. The cock in her mouth pulled back just enough to paint her tongue with thick spurts before shoving back in, forcing her to swallow. She barely had time to catch her breath before hands flipped her onto her stomach. Someone hauled her hips up, spreading her cheeks wide. A fresh cock tapped against her dripping entrance. *“Round two.”*

The new cock speared into her cunt without hesitation, her swollen folds stretching to accommodate him as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. A groan tore from her throat, ragged and broken, as the man behind her gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. His pace was relentless from the start—no warm-up, no mercy, just deep, punishing strokes that made the table shudder beneath her. Someone grabbed her wrists, yanking them behind her back and binding them tight with what felt like a belt. Another pair of hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head back just as a different cock nudged against her lips. She opened eagerly, hollowing her cheeks as he pushed in, the salty pre-cum already beading at his tip coating her tongue. The man in her cunt angled her hips higher, driving into her with a snap of his pelvis that punched a gasp from her lungs. The heat was building again too fast, her body oversensitive but still responding, still clenching greedily around him. Then she felt it—the unmistakable press of a new cock against her ass, already slick with lube or spit or someone else’s cum. A ragged "No—" escaped her before he shoved inside, the stretch bordering on painful. Now she was stuffed full again, cock in every hole, her body a vessel for their pleasure. The man in her mouth chuckled darkly, fingers tightening in her hair. *"You love this. Couldn't stop even if you wanted to."* He was right. The rhythm was brutal, the men using her in perfect sync—when one pulled out, the other slammed in, keeping her perpetually filled. The air smelled like sweat and sex, the bass from the speakers vibrating through her bones. Then came the telltale twitch inside her cunt. *"Gonna flood that tight little hole."* And he did.

The thick pulse of his release inside her triggered a chain reaction—the man in her ass groaned, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself to the hilt, adding another wave of heat to the mess already dripping from her. The cock in her mouth jerked, salty bursts flooding her tongue as she swallowed on reflex, throat working around him. Hands roamed her body—palming her breasts, pinching her nipples, dragging nails down her sweat-slicked back. Someone smacked her ass hard enough to leave a stinging mark, the sharp crack lost under the music. *"Still too tight,"* the man in her cunt muttered, rolling his hips lazily. *"Think she can take more?"* Another voice, rough with lust: *"Only one way to find out."* Fresh hands gripped her hips, a new cock sliding against her swollen folds before pushing in alongside the first, forcing her stretched cunt to split wider. Her gasp turned into a broken moan as they both bottomed out, the thick fullness bordering on pain. *"Good girl,"* someone praised, fingers twisting in her hair. *"Now keep those holes open."* She could feel the next man lining up behind her, the head of his cock pressing insistently against her ass. The stretch was inevitable—painful, overwhelming, *perfect*. She arched her back, bracing as he shoved in, her body yielding with a wet, filthy noise. Four cocks now, filling her beyond reason, moving in a relentless rhythm that left no part of her untouched. The crowd roared approval, phones flashing, as she trembled between them—used, overstimulated, *owned*. Then the vibrations started. A buzzing against her clit made her jerk, but with no space to move, she could only whimper as the toy was pressed harder against her, sending jagged pleasure up her spine. *"Let's see you come like this,"* a voice taunted. And she did—violently, helplessly, clenching around the cocks buried inside her as white-hot ecstasy ripped through her. *"Again,"* someone demanded. The vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did they.

she's fucked till becoming almost crazy and passing out, taken to mental hospital where patients have their way with the nun

The vibrations didn’t stop. Neither did they. Hands kept her pinned in place as cock after cock took their turn, stretching her abused holes until each thrust sent sparks of oversensitivity crackling through her nerves. She lost count of how many had filled her—how many times she’d been pushed past the edge, only to be dragged back again by the relentless pace of their fucking. Her vision blurred. Pleasure and exhaustion warred in her trembling limbs, her body slick with sweat and come. When her knees finally gave out, strong arms caught her—only to bend her over the nearest surface and thrust back into her without pause. *"Look at her,"* someone muttered, gripping her hair to yank her head up. *"Gone stupid on cock."* She was. Thoughts dissolved into static, her mouth slack around moans she could no longer control. Every inch of her throbbed—raw, used, *ruined*. The vibrations against her clit never let up, sending her crashing into another convulsing orgasm that left her gasping. Darkness crept at the edges of her vision. The last thing she felt was hot release flooding her cunt before everything went black. ---- Cold fluorescents. White walls. The distant murmur of voices. She blinked awake to the sterile sting of antiseptic and the stiff sheets of a hospital bed. A thin gown barely covered her, the fabric rough against her oversensitive skin. *"Ah. You’re back with us."* A nurse—no, a *nun*—leaned over her, her habit crisp and immaculate. The woman’s gaze lingered just a second too long on the bruises mottling her thighs. Beyond the half-drawn curtain, whispers. The shuffle of feet. Male patients loitered in the hallway, their eyes burning with hunger as they watched the nun adjust her sheets. One licked his lips. Another palmed himself through his hospital scrubs, gaze fixed on the way the nun’s fingers brushed against her bare shoulder. A slow, knowing smirk curled the nun’s mouth. *"Rest,"* she murmured—but her hand lingered, warm against flushed skin. *"You’ll need your strength."*

The nun’s fingers trailed down, ghosting over the swell of her breast before pulling away—too soon, leaving her aching. Behind the curtain, a low laugh rumbled. A patient stepped inside, his broad frame shadowing the bed. His grip closed around the nun’s wrist before she could retreat. *“Sister,”* he drawled, pressing her palm flat against his cock, already straining against his scrubs. *“You’ve been tending to us all day.”* His other hand slid under her habit, making her breath hitch. *“Time for us to tend to you.”* Another man slipped into the room, locking the door behind him. His fingers curled around the hem of her gown, hiking it up as she lay there, still weak but pulse jumping at the hunger in their eyes. *“Poor thing,”* the nun murmured, but her thighs parted slightly as the first man crowded between them. *“You’re all so… insistent.”* The patient at the door smirked. *“You love it.”* Her gasp confirmed it—just before he ripped the gown open.

The nun’s habit hit the floor first, pooling around her ankles before eager hands tore at the starched fabric beneath. The first patient pinned her against the edge of the bed, his cock already freed from his scrubs—thick, flushed, jutting against her exposed thigh. She arched instinctively, but his grip on her hips held her in place as his other hand dragged the patient gown off the woman beneath them, baring her trembling body to the room. “Look at her,” he growled, fingers digging into the nun’s waist as he ground against her. “Shaking like a fucking virgin.” The second man didn’t waste time. He climbed onto the bed, spreading the woman’s legs wide despite her weak whimper, calloused thumbs rubbing circles into her inner thighs. “Still wet,” he mused, dragging a finger through her slick folds. “Even after everything.” The nun moaned as the first patient finally thrust into her, her head falling back against his shoulder. Her habit was gone, but the crucifix around her neck swung wildly with each deep, punishing stroke. The other man chuckled, pressing two fingers into the woman’s cunt without warning, stretching her open as she gasped. “Sister’s got you all worked up again,” he murmured, twisting his fingers until her back bowed off the mattress. “Bet you’ll come just from watching.” The nun’s breath came in sharp hitches, her fingers clawing at the bed rail as she was fucked harder—until the third patient stepped forward, unbuckling his pants with a grin. “My turn.”

A phone clicked—subtle, but unmistakable—from the corner of the room. The third patient leaned against the wall, one hand working his cock while the other aimed his screen at the unfolding scene. The glow of it cast shadows across his hungry smirk. *“Live in five,”* he muttered, tapping the display. The nun barely registered it, too lost in the rhythm of the first man driving into her from behind. But the woman on the bed saw—her breath caught, pupils dilating further as the realization hit. The second patient chuckled darkly, dragging his thumb over her clit. *“They’re gonna love this,”* he murmured, nodding toward the camera. *“Slutty nun and a wrecked little plaything. Pay-per-view gold.”* The feed flickered to life. Distant cheers and comments scrolled on the screen—barely audible over the wet slap of skin and the nun’s choked moans. The camera angled lower, zooming in as the second man pushed his fingers deeper into the woman’s cunt, spreading her obscenely for the audience. The third patient stepped closer, his free hand gripping her hair, tilting her face toward the lens. *“Say hi,”* he taunted, grinding his cock against her cheek. Her whimper was muffled by his thrusts, but the camera caught every twitch, every shudder—every desperate flicker of her tongue when he pressed against her lips. The nun’s moans crescendoed as she came, her body convulsing around the cock still pounding into her. The chat exploded. More patients crowded the doorway, drawn by the noise. The woman barely had time to process the hands suddenly everywhere—on her breasts, her thighs, yanking her legs wider—before another cock replaced the fingers inside her. The camera kept rolling.

The nun’s crucifix swung wildly as the first patient finally pulled out, his cock glistening with her arousal. He didn’t give her a second to recover before turning her toward the camera, gripping her jaw to force her mouth open. She gasped as he shoved himself between her lips, her eyes rolling back when he hit the back of her throat. The second man didn’t slow his pace inside the woman on the bed, his thrusts turning rougher as the camera zoomed in on her stretched cunt, glistening around him. A new pair of hands—broad, rough—pushed the nun’s knees apart from behind. She barely had time to whimper before the blunt pressure of another cock pressed against her ass. The man at the camera grinned, adjusting the angle to capture the exact moment she was breached, her strangled cry muffled around the thrusts in her mouth. On the bed, the woman arched as a second cock slid between her lips, her fingers twisting in the sheets. The first man groaned, hips snapping harder as the chat flooded with demands—*show her face, make her scream, fuck her harder.* The nun’s body shuddered between the two men, her moans vibrating around the cock in her mouth while the third patient laughed, tilting the screen to catch the way her thighs trembled. “They want to see you take it all,” he murmured, stepping closer to drag his fingers through the woman’s slickness before smearing it across her lips. “And you *will.*” Another man stepped into the frame, his cock already in hand, and the camera panned lower.

A gruff voice cut through the groans and wet slaps—*“Guys, let’s put up a lesbo scene!”*—followed by rough hands dragging the woman off the bed and toward the nun. The second patient pulled out of her with a slick pop, grinning as he palmed her ass and shoved her forward. The nun’s mouth was still stretched around the first man’s cock when the woman crashed into her, their bodies pressed flush. The camera jerked closer, zooming in as the woman’s fingers tangled in the nun’s habit, her lips crashing against hers with bruising force. A thick strand of spit connected them as they broke apart—just long enough for the nun to whimper before the woman licked into her mouth, swallowing her moans. *“Fuck yes,”* the cameraman muttered, adjusting the angle to catch the way the nun’s thighs squeezed together when the woman’s hand slipped between them, fingers brushing her clit. The chat erupted—*make her eat her out, spread them, show us their tits*—as another man grabbed the nun’s habit and tore it open, exposing her breasts. The woman didn’t hesitate. She ducked her head, sucking a nipple into her mouth while her fingers worked lower, circling the nun’s soaked entrance. The nun’s hips jerked, her moans guttural around the cock still fucking her mouth, but the men didn’t let up. Someone yanked the woman’s hair back, forcing her to watch as two thick fingers pushed inside the nun, stretching her alongside the man’s thrusts. *“Lick her,”* a voice demanded, shoving the woman’s face down. She obeyed, tongue dragging a slow, filthy stripe up the nun’s slit just as the cock in her mouth shoved deeper. The camera caught it all—the nun’s back arching, the woman’s tongue delving inside her, the men’s hands gripping tight enough to bruise. The chat was a blur of tipped tokens and demands for more. Another cock nudged against the woman’s lips, and she opened without hesitation, letting the second man fuck her mouth in sync with the nun’s ragged breaths. The camera panned back, framing their tangled bodies, just as the nun came with a broken scream.

The woman’s tongue lapped up the nun’s slick as she shuddered through her orgasm, her thighs clamping around the woman’s face. The men didn’t let her recover—one grabbed the nun’s hips, hauling her back onto the cock still buried in her ass while the other twisted her nipple hard enough to wrench another choked cry from her. "Swallow her whole," the cameraman growled, zooming in as the woman dove back between the nun’s legs, tongue plunging deep. The nun’s fingers scrabbled at the sheets, but another set of hands pinned her wrists, leaving her spread and helpless. On the other side of the bed, the second man thrust into the woman from behind, his grip brutal on her hips as he fucked her into the nun’s cunt. The wet, filthy sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, syncopated with the nun’s gasps and the slap of skin. The chat exploded—*deeper, make them scream, ruin them*—as a third man stepped forward, his cock sliding along the woman’s ass before pushing against her tight hole. She tensed, but a sharp smack to her thigh had her arching with a moan, taking him in one brutal shove. The nun’s eyes rolled back as the woman’s muffled scream vibrated against her clit, her own body trembling under the relentless stretch of cock in her ass and the tongue fucking into her. "Good girls take it all," the cameraman panted, adjusting the frame to capture the obscene stretch of the woman’s holes—filled, dripping, wrecked—before panning back to the nun’s flushed face, her lips parted around a broken sob.

The nun’s thighs trembled as another orgasm ripped through her—her cunt clamping down on the woman’s tongue while her ass was stretched wide by the thrusts behind her. The woman moaned around her, the vibration dragging another desperate sound from the nun’s throat just as the man in her ass slammed deep, his balls slapping against her. Someone grabbed the woman’s hair again, forcing her face even tighter against the nun’s dripping pussy. *"Clean her up,"* a voice ordered, and she obeyed, tongue swirling over swollen folds before plunging back inside. The nun’s back arched off the bed, her habit torn open completely now, her breasts bouncing as she was fucked from both ends. The camera lingered on the way the woman’s ass stretched around the cock pounding into her, her own moans muffled by the nun’s cunt. A hand reached down, fingers roughly playing with her clit as she was split open, the dual penetration making her shudder. The chat was a storm of *"harder, more, wreck them"*—demands the men were happy to fulfill. Another cock nudged against the nun’s lips, still wet from the first. She opened with a whimper, taking it deep as her throat was stuffed full again. The cameraman zoomed in, capturing the way her tears streaked her flushed cheeks while her body was used in every possible way. The rhythm grew even more brutal—cocks driving in deeper, fingers digging into hips, the wet slap of skin filling the room. The woman’s thighs were slick with the nun’s arousal, her own juices dripping down her legs as she was fucked relentlessly. Someone spat on her ass, the sound obscene before the cock there shoved back in without mercy. "Look at that," the cameraman panted, adjusting the angle to show the nun’s cunt glistening, stretched around the woman’s tongue while the men claimed every other inch of them both. *"Fucking perfect."* The nun’s moans turned ragged, her body jerking as another climax tore through her—but the men didn’t slow down. Not even close.

The men shifted, a relentless rotation of bodies and hands as they took turns claiming both women—no inch of them left untouched. The nun gasped as one pulled out of her ass only for another to shove in immediately, his cockhead spreading her wide all over again. Beside her, the woman was flipped onto her back, thighs forced apart as two men lined up—one driving into her pussy while the other pushed into her tight ass, her choked scream muffled by a third pressing his cock past her lips. "Double-stuff them," someone laughed, gripping the nun’s hips to yank her backward, impaling her on another thick length just as fingers circled her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She sobbed, drool slicking her chin, her body a shuddering mess between thrusts. The camera panned lower, capturing the obscene stretch of each hole—the woman’s ass clenching around the cock splitting her open, the nun’s cunt glistening as another man knelt between her thighs, tongue lapping at her swollen clit between thrusts. "Keep her coming," the cameraman ordered, and the nun’s back arched violently as the stimulation forced another orgasm from her, her muscles fluttering around the cocks buried inside. The woman’s body jerked as both men fucking her picked up pace, their hips slamming in a brutal rhythm that had her toes curling. One grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard as the other spat on where their cocks disappeared into her, the wet sound filthy in the room’s heat. The chat scrolled faster—*fill them, mark them, break them*—and the men obeyed. Hands tangled in hair, pulling the women into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss between moans, their tongues tangling as cocks pistoned into them from every angle. The nun’s thighs quivered when one of the men finally grunted, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, painting her insides. She whimpered at the heat flooding her, but there was no reprieve—another took his place instantly, her body already used, dripping, a mess of spit and sweat and cum. The woman wasn’t faring any better, her pussy clenching as the man in her ass reached around to rub her clit, the overstimulation wringing a broken scream from her throat. "Again," the cameraman demanded, and the room dissolved into nothing but sweat-slick skin, the slap of flesh, and the raw, unfiltered sounds of ruin.

The nun was dragged off the bed by her hair, her legs still shaky as she was shoved toward the door. The woman followed, her thighs slick with a mix of spit and cum, stumbling as one of the men hauled her up by the waist. "Bus leaves in five," someone growled, slapping the nun’s ass hard enough to leave a red mark before pushing her forward. The woman moaned as fingers slipped back inside her, teasing her stretched cunt while they marched her out into the dim hallway. The night bus’s backseat reeked of leather and sweat. The nun was bent over first, her habit shoved up around her waist as a cock slid into her dripping pussy without warning. She cried out, the thrusts rocking her forward—just in time for the woman to drop to her knees between the seats, her mouth forced open around another man’s thick shaft. The camera flashed in the dim light, capturing the way the nun’s tits swung wildly with each brutal slam, her ass jiggling as she took it deep. The woman gagged around the cock in her throat, spit dripping onto the floor as a second man kneeled behind her, spreading her cheeks to push inside her still-gaping hole. "Fuck, look at them," someone laughed, reaching down to squeeze the nun’s bouncing tits while the bus lurched forward. The driver didn’t even glance back.

The bus jolted over a pothole, driving the cock in the nun’s cunt even deeper, her choked scream muffled by the man gripping her hair and forcing her face against the window. Condensation fogged the glass where her open mouth smeared spit, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body jostled with every thrust. Behind her, the woman’s moans were thick around the cock filling her mouth, her fingers scrambling for grip on the grimy bus floor as the man in her ass fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. A third reached down to twist her nipple, the sharp pain making her whimper—only for the sound to be swallowed by another rough pump into her throat. The nun’s thighs trembled as a second man lined up behind her, his cock nudging against her slick asshole. She tensed, but he didn’t hesitate—just pushed in with one brutal shove, stretching her obscenely wide as both men inside her set a punishing rhythm. “God, that’s tight,” the one in her cunt groaned, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. The camera zoomed in on the way her holes stretched around their shafts, glistening with sweat and slick, the filthy slap of skin echoing through the bus. The woman’s body jerked as the man in her ass came, his cock pulsing deep inside her before he pulled out, leaving her gaping. Another replaced him instantly, his fingers roughly spreading her open before sliding home. “Think they can take another round?” someone asked, voice rough with lust. The answer came in the nun’s broken sob as her cunt clenched around the cock fucking her—another orgasm tearing through her, her body too oversensitive to stop it. The woman’s thighs shook as she was dragged up onto the seat, legs forced wide for the next man waiting to claim her. The bus rolled on, the hum of the engine drowned out by moans and the wet, relentless sound of flesh pounding flesh.

----- The bus screeched to a halt, but the pounding didn’t stop—the nun’s back arched as the man in her ass came with a groan, his cum leaking down her trembling thighs. The woman was yanked off the cock in her mouth, dragged upright by her hair, her swollen lips glistening. "Out," someone ordered, shoving them toward the door. The nun stumbled down the steps, her ruined habit barely clinging to her shoulders, her cunt still clenching around nothing. The woman followed, wincing as a hand smacked her reddened ass. The street was dim, but the bar across the road was lit in neon—its flickering sign casting shadows over the group as they pushed inside. The bartender didn’t blink as the nun was bent over the counter, her tits pressed against the sticky wood while someone unbuckled behind her. The woman was pulled onto a pool table, her legs forced apart as fingers plunged back into her soaked cunt. "Still so fucking wet," a man muttered, his thumb circling her clit before replacing it with his cock in one ruthless thrust. The nun screamed as two men took her at once again—one in her pussy, one in her aching ass—her nails scraping the bar as the bartender slid a whiskey toward them, unfazed. The camera flashed, capturing the way her tits swayed with each brutal snap of hips. Across the room, the woman’s back arched off the felt as another orgasm ripped through her, her thighs clamping around the man pounding into her. Someone leaned down to bite her nipple, her gasp lost in the noise of the bar. The night was far from over.

The nun’s knees buckled as one of the men pulled her hair back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at you," he growled, thrusting deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with each jerky snap of his hips. "Holy bitch takes it so well." His fingers dug into her shoulder, keeping her pinned against the bar as another flash went off—her mouth slack, eyes glazed, spit dripping onto the polished wood. Behind her, the second man grunted, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave marks as he fucked her ass raw. The bartender watched, lazily swirling his rag in a glass before nodding toward the back room. "More privacy there," he muttered, smirking as the nun was dragged away, her bare feet stumbling over the grimy floor. On the pool table, the woman sobbed as she was flipped onto her stomach, her ass in the air while a new cock slid into her cunt without warning. "Fuck—fuck, *please*—" she begged, but the plea dissolved into a moan as fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back to watch the mirrored ceiling. The reflection showed everything—the way her tits bounced violently with each thrust, the man behind her biting her shoulder as he bottomed out inside her. Another knelt in front of her, shoving his cock between her swollen lips. "Suck," he ordered, his grip tightening when she gagged. The back room door swung shut behind the nun just as a muffled scream tore from her throat—the sound of a zipper, then a low laugh. "Gonna wreck this tight little ass *properly* now." The bartender poured another round, unfazed by the wet, rhythmic slaps echoing from both ends of the bar. Someone turned the jukebox up.

The back room smelled of sweat and cheap liquor, the nun’s muffled cries blending with the bass from the jukebox. The man behind her wrenched her arms behind her back, binding them with her own torn habit before shoving her face-first onto a stained couch. His cock stretched her ass wider, each thrust forcing a choked gasp from her throat. Across the bar, the woman’s thighs trembled as the man in her cunt pulled her hips back onto him, his balls slapping against her clit with every snap of his hips. The cock in her mouth pulsed, thick and unrelenting, her gag reflex ignored as he fucked her face with slow, deliberate thrusts. The bartender smirked, polishing a glass as another patron sidled up. “Got a bet riding on how long before she breaks.” The nun arched as fingers suddenly pinched her clit, a rough palm grinding against her while the cock in her ass pistoned deeper. “Come for us, holy girl,” a voice growled in her ear. She sobbed, her body betraying her as her cunt clenched around nothing, slick dripping onto the couch beneath her. On the pool table, the woman’s wrists were yanked behind her, a belt cinching tight as a second man lined up at her ass. “Fucking *take it*,” he grunted, shoving inside in one brutal motion. Her scream was swallowed by the cock in her mouth, her entire body shuddering as she was split open. The jukebox skipped—then roared louder.

The nun’s breath hitched as a third man crouched between her legs, his tongue flicking her clit with cruel precision. Every swirl sent jolts up her spine, her body torn between pain and pleasure as the cock in her ass stretched her mercilessly. On the pool table, the woman’s hips were lifted higher, another man stepping forward to slap his cock against her swollen lips. "Open," he demanded, and when she hesitated, his fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her mouth wide. He fed himself deep, her throat convulsing as she took them both, spit dripping onto the green felt. The bartender tossed his rag aside and unzipped, stroking himself lazily as he watched the woman’s ass ripple with each thrust. "Bet she comes before the nun," he said, nodding to the man beside him. The nun’s thighs shook as the fingers on her clit pressed harder, circling faster—then suddenly a hand smacked her cunt, the sharp sting drawing a broken moan. "Filthy fucking saint," someone chuckled, driving into her harder, the couch creaking beneath them. A bottle shattered somewhere. No one cared. The woman’s wrists burned against the belt, her body used like a fucktoy, every hole stuffed full. The cock in her ass pulled out just to slam back in, her scream muffled, tears streaking her cheeks. "Good girl," someone murmured, thumb brushing her cheek before shoving deeper. The nun came with a sob, her back arching off the couch as her body convulsed, clenching around nothing, slick coating her thighs. The man in her ass didn’t stop—just laughed and fucked her through it, his grip bruising on her hips. "Told you," the bartender smirked, palming his cock. "Now who’s next?"

The door to the bar slammed open, the flash of a badge cutting through the dim light. Two cops strode in, their boots heavy on the sticky floor. One cracked his knuckles, eyes locked on the nun trembling beneath the men. "Heard you ladies were putting on a show," he drawled, unbuttoning his cuffs. The bartender smirked. "Got a private venue for 'em now—cellblock D could use some entertainment." The cop nodded, grabbing the nun by her bound wrists and hauling her up. "Hope she’s ready for an audience." The woman on the pool table whimpered as the cops wrenched her legs wider, one pressing his baton between her thighs with a dark chuckle. "Bet the inmates'll love this pretty cunt." The men didn’t stop—just grinned and drove into her harder, making her bounce for the cops’ amusement. The nun’s breath came in ragged gasps as they dragged her toward the door, her bare feet stumbling over beer bottles. The cop behind her gave her ass a sharp slap. "Move. They’re *waiting*." The jukebox wailed—somebody turned it up louder.

The cops dragged the woman off the pool table, her body slick with sweat and spit, legs still trembling from the brutal fucking. One of them yanked a rough cotton habit from his duffel bag and shoved it toward her. "Put it on, sweetheart," he growled, smirking as he fingered the white wimple. "Gotta make it convincing." She flinched as the rough fabric scraped over her raw skin, the men laughing as they adjusted the veil, tucking her disheveled hair beneath it. Another cop grabbed her chin, tilting her face up. "Perfect," he muttered, thumb brushing her swollen lips before shoving two fingers into her mouth. "Now let's see how holy you look with a cock down your throat." The nun was already strung between them, her habit shoved up around her waist, wrists cuffed behind her back as they marched her toward the squad car. Someone slapped her ass—hard—making her stumble forward. "Wait till the boys in lockup get a taste of *real* communion." The jukebox still blared, the bartender pouring another round as the cops loaded their new entertainment into the cruiser. One of them leaned in the passenger window, grinning. "Tell the warden we brought dessert." The engine roared. The nun closed her eyes.

The squad car tore through the city, tires squealing, the nun’s thighs pressed tight against the cracked vinyl seat as a cop’s thick fingers worked under her habit, rubbing rough circles against her clit. She jerked, but the cuffs kept her still, the metal biting into her wrists every time the car hit a pothole. “Gotta warm you up,” the cop in the passenger seat leered, rolling down the window so the humid night air rushed in, making the fabric cling to her damp skin. His partner reached back, yanking the wimple off her head and fisting a handful of her hair instead. “Let’s hear you pray.” She whimpered as his cock pressed against her lips, already slick with precum. The car swerved, and he shoved deeper, her gag reflex kicking in as he rocked into her throat. The other cop chuckled, twisting her nipple through the rough fabric. “Think she’ll take communion like a good girl?” Sirens wailed in the distance, blending with the wet, choking sounds from the backseat. The cruiser didn’t slow down.

The car screeched to a stop—sudden enough that the cop in the backseat lost his grip, his cock sliding from her lips with a slick pop. The nun gasped for air, throat burning, spit smeared across her chin. The driver unbuckled his belt with one hand, jerking the wheel with the other as he pulled into the station’s garage. "Shift change," he grunted, unzipping. "Better make this quick." The passenger seat cop hauled her forward by the hair, guiding her mouth toward his partner’s thick erection. She barely had time to swallow before he shoved himself between her lips, the musky heat of him filling her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her down as he fucked her throat in short, brutal strokes. Behind her, the other cop wrenched the habit up higher, his calloused hands groping her bare ass. A sharp crack echoed as his palm connected with her flesh—once, twice—leaving the skin stinging and flushed. "Keep choking," he muttered, grinding his hips against her. "Gonna feel this all night, sister." Boots echoed on concrete outside. The garage door rattled. Time was almost up.

The garage door groaned open just as the cop in the backseat finally let her up for air, her throat raw and lips slick. The driver zipped up hastily, shoving her back onto the seat as headlights flooded the interior—another cruiser pulling in. The nun barely had time to catch her breath before the passenger door wrenched open, revealing a broad-shouldered officer with a knowing smirk. "Took you long enough," he drawled, eyes dragging over her half-exposed body. His boot kicked at the habit tangled around her waist. "This the new recruit?" The first cop laughed, unbuckling his belt with a sharp snap. "Just breaking her in." The newcomer didn't hesitate—he grabbed her cuffed wrists, hauling her out of the car and bending her over the hood. The metal burned against her bare thighs as he hiked the habit up fully, exposing her wet cunt to the garage’s damp air. His fingers dug into her hips, his erection pressing against her ass. "Hope you saved some for the rest of us," he growled, spitting into his palm before rubbing it over his cock. The other cops circled like wolves, one yanking her head back by the hair while the other traced the swell of her ass with his baton. She didn’t get a chance to plead before the first thrust split her open.

The nun’s body jerked as the officer buried himself to the hilt, her cunt clenching around his thick cock. The other cops whistled and jeered, but before they could take their turn, the garage door rattled again—this time, revealing a group of inmates in orange jumpsuits, their hands cuffed but their eyes hungry. "Look what the pigs dragged in," one sneered, stepping closer as guards lazily observed from the doorway. The officer still inside her didn’t pull out—he just gripped her hips tighter and thrust harder, making her gasp as the inmates crowded around. Rough fingers prodded her spread thighs, pinching her nipples, dragging over her spit-slick lips. "Tight little thing," another inmate murmured, shoving two fingers into her mouth. "Bet she’s got more holes to fill." The cop fucking her grunted, finally pulling out with a wet sound, his cum dripping down her thighs. Before she could collapse, an inmate caught her, his calloused hands flipping her onto her back across the hood. His jumpsuit was already undone, his cock springing free—thick and uncut, the head glistening. "Time for a proper welcome," he growled, lining himself up. The nun barely had time to whimper before he slammed into her, the force knocking the breath from her lungs as the others laughed. Hands gripped her legs, spreading her wider, while another inmate leaned down, his tongue dragging up her slit to lap at the mess the cop left behind. The guards just smirked, arms crossed. "Make it quick, boys."

The inmate’s cock pistoned into her, stretching her raw as his hips slapped against her thighs. The nun’s back arched, the hood of the cruiser digging into her spine, her habit shoved up around her waist in a crumpled mess. Another inmate grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head while his free hand groped her tits, thumb circling a stiff nipple. "Fuck, she’s soaked," the man between her legs grunted, lips glistening with her slick as he pulled back for air. Before she could catch her breath, another inmate stepped forward, shoving his cock past her lips. She gagged, throat convulsing as he gripped her hair and fucked her mouth in sharp, shallow thrusts. Above her, the first inmate’s pace turned brutal, his thick length dragging hard against her walls. The air filled with the sound of skin on skin, ragged breaths, and the wet slap of his balls against her ass. A third man knelt beside the hood, fingers roughly spreading her folds as he pressed the tip of his cock against her clit. Not inside—just grinding, teasing, making her squirm under the relentless assault. The guards watched, smirking, as the nun’s body jerked and trembled between them. No one was in a hurry.