Chapter 7: Sister in the Stocks

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Sunday, May 29th, 2072 – Chasity "Chase" Glassner – Sacramento, CA

I was feeling so much better when I woke up beside Sister Stella the next morning, sunlight streaming through our window. Last night had been magical. I couldn't resist brushing the light-blonde hair from her cheek. I leaned over to nuzzle and kiss her. We reeked of hot pussy, that wonderful musk of love.

My pussy itched and my lips worked over to her mouth. I kissed her sweet lips, my tongue teasing her. Stella stirred, her gray eyes opening. Her mouth worked against mine, her arms tightening around my shoulders. I thrust my tongue into her depths, swirling it around in her mouth. Our breasts pressed together, her nipple hardening against my soft flesh.

"Good morning," Stella smiled when I broke the kiss. "Praise the Creator. I need to say a special prayer for bringing us together."

"I don't think your Creator likes gays."

"He loves everyone," Stella giggled. "He just doesn't like everything we do."

"Like this?" I leaned over and sucked her hard, pink nipple into my lips. I tongued the hard nub, swirling around it.

"Yeah," she squealed, her hands stroking my auburn hair. "But you have to stop."

"Why?" I asked, kissing over to her other, small breast. "Because it's the Lord's day?"

"Because I have to pee," she giggled. "Then we can continue."

I sucked her other nipple into my mouth, engulfing as much of her breast as I could. I loved her squeals as I teased her nipple. My pussy itched between my thighs as she writhed beneath me. Her silky pubic hair tickled my stomach, growing damp with her excitement as I played with her delicate nipple.

"Please, Chase," she moaned. "You're a saint. Have mercy on my bladder."

I giggled around her nipple, my mouth popping off. "But I'm such a bad saint." I kissed between her breasts. "Maybe if you beg louder I'll show you some mercy."

"Please, oh beautiful and sexy Chase," Stella giggled as I kissed down her belly. She had flawless skin, and a cute, innie bellybutton. "Please!" she squealed as I tongued her bellybutton.

Her giggling laughs and squirming body kept me tonguing her belly button. Her face grew red as she struggled to breathe, her legs spasming. She struggled to speak between her gasps. Her fists grabbed the bedspread.

"Please!" she chortled. "I can't ... mercy ... Chase ... I need..."

"Okay," I sighed, kissing down to her pubic mound. I nuzzled her pubic hair, letting the curls caress my lips. I moved lower, pushing her thighs apart as I settled between them. Her pussy was tight, almost virginal, and a spicy scent tickled my nose. I savored her scent before I latched my mouth on to her urethra, sucking hard.

"I need to pee!" Stella protested. "You promised me mercy."

My blue eyes locked on her gray, and I arched my eyebrows. Stella licked her lips, her hips undulating. "You don't mean... ?" she gasped.

"Yep," I smiled. "It's such an intimate act. I haven't done it in ... decades."

"Decades ... I forget how much older you are. You look eighteen."

"But I'm..." I paused to think. "Fifty-eight. But I still can be as wild as an eighteen year old."

I locked my lips back onto her pussy. I wanted to drink her urine. I wanted to experience this intimacy with Stella. I wanted to share everything with her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding on tight.

"Okay," Stella said, her face straining. "This is ... kinda hard." Her cheeks flushed. "But kinda hot."

I moaned my agreement.

Her urine splashed into my mouth, salty and bitter. I drank it down greedily, savoring the flavor. Stella let out a moan, her hips bucking as her eyes widened. "Oh, my," she purred. "That's ... nice."

I swallowed as fast as I could, her stream splashing into my mouth. My stomach grew warm, my own bladder full. Her stream began to dwindle, allowing me to swirl the piss between my mouth, savoring her urine.

"That was amazing!" Sister Stella moaned.

The last dribbles came out. My tongue licked out, swirling through her pussy to find every drop of her urine that clung to her folds. Her spicy excitement mixed with the last traces of her urine. I feasted, my tongue wiggling, looking for every drop of her that I could. Her silky lips pressed on my mouth as I rooted around in her depths. I moved my tongue lower, probing her tunnel as my fingers found her clit.

"Oh, Chase! You wonderful woman! You're so loving!"

I wiggled my tongue in and out of her pussy as I pinched her clit. Her hips bucked again. Stella pinched her nipples, her gasps squeaking through the air. Her thighs pressed on my cheeks as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

Stella screamed when her orgasm burst through her. Her juices flooded into my mouth. I drank them all down as her pussy ground on my lips. I kept licking her, prolonging her bliss for as long as I could.

"Chase!" Stella moaned. "You wonderful, beautiful, sexy woman. Oh, yes! You're so talented! Yes!"

"Mmm, see, isn't that nice and intimate?" I asked.

"So nice." Stella bit her lip. "Can I ... return the favor?"

"I was hoping you'd ask," I said, climbing up her body. I planted my pussy on her hungry lips, grinding on her. "You ready?"

"Yes!" she moaned. "Do it before I chicken out."

Stella's lips nuzzled into my shaved pussy. She latched onto my urethra. I took a deep breath and released my bladder. I shivered as my urine poured out, splashing into her awaiting mouth. My pussy clenched in delight, dripping juices down on her face.

It was so hot, so intimate, to hear my lover swallow my urine. My pussy burned, my orgasm already swelling. Her fingers found my clit, playing with my nub as I peed in her hungry mouth. I gasped in delight, her finger teasing me.

"You naughty nun," I moaned. "Play with my clit and drink my pee."

I squeezed on my bladder, forcing out every drop of my urine into her hungry mouth. Her fingers pinched my clit, rolling the sensitive nub as her tongue began swiping through my folds. She was eager to get every drop of my pee and pussy cream.

I squirmed atop her, grabbing the bed's headboard as I rode her face. Her tongue was agile, brushing through all the wonderful spots inside me. The pleasure swelled fast through me, stirred by her fingers pinching my clit.

"Yes!" I moaned, the bed creaking as my body bucked. "You wonderful woman. Keep licking me! I'm gonna squirt so much pussy cream into your mouth."

"Good!" Stella moaned. "Flood my mouth. I love your pussy juices!"

My back arched, my breasts heaving as I squirmed on her face. I let out a low moan as my orgasm swelled through my body. My fingernails scrapped on the wooden headboard as a spasm of pleasure rolled through me.

And then I came.

"Stella!" I screamed as my pussy clenched, squirting my juices into her hungry mouth. Violent waves of pleasure rolled through my body. My nipples tingled as I spasmed and buck, my breasts heaving. Her fingers pinched harder on my clit, adding tsunamis of bliss racing through my body and crashing into my mind.

"Shit!" I groaned. "Oh, yes! You wonderful nun! I love you, Stella!"

"I love you, too, Chase," her muffled voice whispered. "The Creator guided us together. I'm so happy."

My pleasure began to fade as I scooted down her body, draping myself upon her. I stroked her cheeks, her gray eyes misty with tears. "I agree." I leaned down and kissed her. With her help, I would be rid of my gift. I could grow old. I would convince Stella to give up her power, and then we'd live with the twins and Queenie.

One happy family.

Rex Glassner

"I bought a whore!" I beamed at Chase as she and Stella finally showed up holding hands.

Chase shook her head. "You had two other women to fuck. Why did you need a whore?"

"She looked like Mary," he answered. "I always wanted to fuck your mom."

"You want to be like Dad, huh?" she laughed, ruffling my dark hair. "And did you share your whore with your wives?"

"Yes, he did," my twin sister smiled, coming up to hug Chase. "I see you and Stella are beaming. I'm so happy."

"Why?" I frowned.

Queenie giggled behind me. My buxom wife hugged me from behind and kissed the back of my neck. "You're such a boy, Rex."

"So," I shrugged. "It's good to be a boy. We got big dicks that you ladies can't resist."

Reina giggled, reaching down to cup my cock through my jeans. "So full of yourself, huh."

"I tamed both of you." I kissed Reina on the mouth and pulled her close. "So what are you talking about?"

"They're together," Reina said, rolling her eyes.

I looked at my older sister and the nun, both smiling and sharing glances. "Oh. Well, Stella's better than Joab."

"Definitely," Chase nodded and gave Stella a quick kiss. "Well, let's get down the road. We have a long way to go."

Saturday, June 4th, 2072 – Queenie Glassner – Redding, CA

The walking grew easier as we headed north up the ruins of I-5. Much of the concrete road still stood, but it was cracked and broken in spots. Luckily, the overpasses still remained passable, for the most part. Planks of wood or corrugated metal were laid over holes that had formed. Travelers streamed down the road, some riding on horses, others leading pack mules.

At night, we camped. We didn't have the money to stay in an inn at every village we passed through. I didn't mind. It was so intimate in our tent. Rex, Reina, and I squirmed together, shifting around and changing who would be in the middle. Despite how tired we were at the end of the day, we still found time to have fun.

As we headed north, the road began to climb, passing into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. Mount Shasta loomed ahead, capped by snowy peaks as we neared the town of Redding. The mountain was gorgeous. I had never seen the like.

"Mount Rainier's more impressive," Chase grinned at me when I stopped at noon, staring up at the mountain in awe. We had a perfect view as the highway curved.

"Really?" I gasped.

"And Mount Hood," she added. "Though St. Helens not nearly as much."

I goggled at all these names she said so casually. "You've been around the whole world, haven't you, big sis?"

Chase gave me a smile and I blushed. "Sorry, Chase. I know I'm not your real sister."

"You are. You married my brother. You're my sister." She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips.

"Do you kiss all your sisters?" I giggled.

"All of them," she nodded. "And yes, I've been around the whole world. I've walked through the Sahara. I've lain in the Dead Sea. I sat atop Victoria Falls and watched what seemed like all the water in the world pour off into the green below. I've walked the Andes, the Appalachians, and the Alps."

"What are those?"

"Mountains. The Andes and the Alps put the Sierra Nevada to shame, but the Appalachians are only mountains to the people on the East Coast. They haven't seen real mountains."

"Oh," I nodded.

"We need to keep moving. I want to make Redding by dusk. It'll be nice to sleep in a proper bed."

"After six days, I couldn't agree more," Sister Stella smiled. "Though we made the best of it."

I gave a wicked giggle. "I heard."

"We're nothing compared to the noise that comes out of your tent," Chase laughed, putting her arm around my shoulders.

Smoke rose ahead as we neared Redding. It was a large town, bigger than Truckee, and straddled I-5. We took the off-ramp, walking down the sloped concrete down to the badly patched asphalt that led towards the heart of Redding.

The people of Redding wore more flannel than I had seen. The town was a mix of the old-style of buildings that the Theocracy built, along with newer wooden buildings. Women tended gardens while watching their children play in the streets. Men drove wagons laden with lumber. The sun was setting, casting long shadows down the street.

And that's when I saw the stocks.

"Take it, whore!" a man said, rutting with a woman trapped in them. I gasped in shock, my cheeks reddening. The woman was naked, her brown hair falling about her face thrust through the stocks. Her breasts were round, about the size of Chases, and jiggled as the man pumped away.

"That's disgusting," Sister Stella muttered. "They're not supposed to do that anymore."

"What did she do?" I gasped as the man grunted, pulling his cock out and spilling his cum on her backside.

"Sexual impropriety," Stella muttered. "They're trying to fuck the slut out of her."

"How horrible."

"You're up," the man said, pulling up his fly and slapping a teenage boy on the back.

"Been looking forward to having a go," he grinned, unfastening his pants and pulling out a hard cock.

The woman in the stocks gasped as the new cock entered her. The teenage boy pumped hard, his ass, half exposed by his sagging pants, clenching as he drove into her. The boy's face was twisted by passion.

My husband looked on with interest, eyeing the woman's breasts. I marched over to him. " What are you thinking about doing, Rex Glassner?" I demanded. "You are not having a turn with that woman."

"Did you see the sign?" Rex growled, taking a step forward.

I seized his arm. "You will not do this!" I informed him, my anger mounting.

Rex jerked at my arm, whirling to face me. "Let go, Queenie."

I had never disobeyed my husband before. I held on tight.

Reina grasped my wrist. "Let him go," she hissed. "Did you see the sign?"

I looked up to read it. I let Rex go when I did.

Rex Glassner

My anger boiled the moment I saw the sign, banishing the lust that had almost overwhelmed me. It was disgusting. Queenie's hand let go of me and I rushed forward, my fist balling up as I pounded across the gravel.

"Wait your turn!" a filthy old man spat, his teeth rotten.

I punched him in the face. He went stumbling back, spitting out bloody teeth. Then I turned and seized the youth pumping away at my sister trapped in the stocks. He gaped in astonishment as my fist crashed into his face.

"What the fuck!" the man who had just finished yelled before taking a swing at me.

"You are not fucking my sister!" I roared.

On a sign above the stocks read, "I am one of Mark Glassner's demonic spawn. My filthy pussy needs purification. Cleanse me of my sins."

The man threw a punch. His breath stank of beer and he stumbled. I caught his badly thrown hook with my arm then drove my fist into his face. He stumbled back, his pants falling down. He hadn't fastened them up after finishing using my sister.

My sister in the stocks glanced at me, her brown hair falling away to reveal a delicate, doll's face with big, blue eyes. The same eyes my twin and I possessed. I nodded at her. "They won't touch you, sister of mine."

"Sister..." she croaked.

Footsteps pounded behind me. Reina and Queenie reached the stocks, fumbling at the lock as the teenage boy recovered. "You fucking asshole," he snarled. "I was fucking that whore."

"She's no whore!" I roared. I had never been so angry in my life. I swung at the youth.

He blocked my blow and his punch caught me on my jaw. I stumbled back, pain throbbing in my cheek. I glared at him as I recovered and seized his arm as he threw another punch. I had strength from working the farm, and I used it to spin him around and slam him into the stock's frame. He reeled back, blood spurting from his head.

The other men who had been waiting for their turn to gangbang my sister cracked their knuckles and spread out as they approached me. I swallowed, my anger pumping hard, but fear was eating away at the edges.

"Stop this!" Sister Stella demanded, striding up between me and them. She wore her nun's habit, glaring at all of them.

The men paused. "Sister," one nodded.

"Why are you raping this poor woman?" she demanded, hands on her hips. "Surely you've heard the word from Rome. No woman is to be put in stocks and demeaned in this fashion. It is unchristian. It is a perversion of the bible. You are the ones sinning, not her!"

"But ... the Preacher, she said it was okay. We had to fuck the slut out of her. And she has one big slut in her. She's been whoring herself out since she was fourteen."

"No I haven't!" my sister snarled. "I work as a wet nurse!"

I joined my wives as they stared at the iron padlock keeping shut the wooden stocks. My sister's eyes followed me around, a considering look on her face. "Why do you call me your sister?" she asked as I picked up a fist-sized rock from the ground.

"You're a daughter of Mark Glassner?" I asked.

She nodded. "My ma was one of those virgins he liked messing around with."

"Well, I'm his son, and that's my twin sister."

She blinked. "What?"

I slammed the rock down on the padlock. "We'll get you out. I'm not letting my sister get gang-raped."

Reina nodded and Queenie hugged me from behind.