This goes on for a few minutes and my tongue gets tired. I switch to three fingers and jam them into her cunt. Pigeon grunts the first few times and mumbles something plaintive. I’m working these fingers hard, pigeon is lubed pretty good and I notice I’m hitting bottom. I stick four fingers together and resume work, she’s grunting every time now and is in danger of giving us away.
“Shut her up”, I tell Sol.
“M’Kay” he replies.
Sol takes her sock, balls it up and jams it into her mouth as a gag. No more grunting of moaning now, she’s concentrating on breathing too much.
I pick up the pace, by using my whole hand in her pussy. She’s not really ready for it, but I’m getting bored. I wedge my 5 fingers into her pussy and really have to work it into her. She’s really fighting it now, but can’t do anything about except breathe. There’s a lot of resistance from her snug pussy walls. It’s possible she’s never hand a kid and this would explain it. Most moms are capable of taking a fist pretty easy once they work up to it or it’s forced into them. Pigeon here is red in the face, sweating and breathing hard.
After a minute I’ve forced the pussy to open up and my hand reflexively curls in to a fist making a shorter, blunter tool. Pigeons head dangles as if she’s lost consciousness. I pause from my pussy reaming efforts and she pulls her head up to see if it’s over. She’s still awake. In the home stretch now (no pun intended) I force my fist up hard and deep into her pussy trying to punch her cervix. I pick her feet up off the floor each time and her ankles pull against the manacles. My arm is tired. I drop my hand out of her pussy and take a break, letting my tired arm recover. Pigeon hangs there by her cuffed hands and breathes between sobs. Through her bush pussy is a mass of red inflamed pussy lip, swollen from the fisting and abuse. Pussy secretions and sweat are running down her leg.
“Find anything”? Sol asks.
“Nothing yet”, I say with a smile.
Sol holds the keys up to her face and shakes them again. Pigeon looks on in confusion and pain.
“Alright, my turn” Sol says. And with that, he puts on an elbow length rubber glove. Sol moves into Pigeon’s field of view and snaps the thick rubber exam glove onto his hands. Sol moves behind the girl and kneels down to address the situation. He extends his index finger and jams it straight into her anus. Pigeon comes alive and starts to struggle and free herself shaking her cuffs and manacles uselessly.
“Looks like she figured out what’s next”, Sol laughed. Sol reamed her anus out with his finger for a minute.
“Nothing yet, need lube though”. Sol remarked. Not so much for any ones comfort but a dry fisting was difficult work and led to tell tale evidence, like blood trails.
Sol went to the cabinet on the wall and drew “Exam Lubricant” from the stores. In truth, I had brought a jar of vaseline from home. Sol opened the jar and started to coat his gloved hand with the vaseline. The smell alereted Pigeon to what was going on and she arched herself over to see what was happening. Once she caught sight of Sol greasing up his hand and arm, she started writhing and trying to break free again.
“Enough !” Sol said. and plopped himself down behind her.
Sol positioned 4 fingers at her anal entrance and applied pressure into her butt. Pigeon groaned through her nose and resisted as much as she could. Sol just kept his 4 finger assault in place and applied steady pressure.
“You gonna need a hand ?” I asked.
“If you don’t mind” Sol replied.
I stood next to her facing Sol reached over her with one arm to steady her and grabbing both of her ass cheeks with my hands, pried them open. This allowed better access for Sol and a better view for us both. I enjoyed the feeling of manhandling her ass. Firm but soft. I massaged her butt for my pleasure. I could see Sol’s fingers about halfway into her butt and working his way deeper as the lube worked itself into a lather and coated her well. Sol’s approach was straight forward, he had his thumb tucked in and as he would go deeper, all of his fingers and eventually his whole hand would be inside Pigeon’s ass.
Sol continued his work and after a few minutes of concentrated effort and sweat on his part he had most of his hand in her ass. Just as he was at the threshold, Pigeon started resisting again and fighting my grip on her and the assault on her rectum.
“Take a look”. I told Sol, and with that he withdrew his tired arm from her butt. What we saw was a nicely gaped asshole worthy of any good porno flick. Several small tears were surrounding her opening and minute amounts of blood had collected at them. This is common with internal exams of this type, couldn’t be helped.
“Try more lube” I suggested. And Sol was stabbing his hand into the jar of vaseline again. Back to work. Sol balled his fist up and placed it against Pigeon’s anus. Sol started twisting and screwing his hand in place and applying pressure into her rectum. No more subtle tactics. Sol wasn’t going to start a finger at a time, he was going to drive his fist right into her ass.
Pigeon resisted again as she felt the knuckles from Sol’s big fist start to rub her already sore anus. Sol applied pressure from his arm and shoulder and popped his fist just into her rectum. Pigeon went bat-shit-crazy and danced around manacled and cuffed as she was. She snorted in pain and disgust in between breathing.
“Whew”, Sol exclaimed, “This is like hard work”.
With that I continued to massage and squeeze her butt cheeks and Sol drove his fist into Pigeon’s ass incrementally. Deeper was the goal, until he hit bottom. As the lube from his gloved hand made its way deeper up into Pigeons rectum and colon and as the muscles relaxed with the forceful assault, Sol’s hand, then arm disappeared deeper in to her ass.
Pigeon’s head was hanging limp as her sweat matted hair covered her face and head. She had given up and submitted to the pain of her rectum stretched to the limit with a balled up fist forced up into it.
“I’m there” Sol said. Meaning he had hit bottom, where her rectum points left and turns into the colon.
“Ready” I replied, and with that landed a haymaker into Pigeon’s gut.
“Whoa, Felt It ! Sol said. With that Pigeon was aware and fighting again, this time just to catch her breath. I dropped the key I had palmed onto the steel table in front of her. She starred incredously at the key beleiving it had come from deep within her bowels.
Sol pulled his arm out of her rectum and inserted a few cotton balls to stop her up temporarily. Her asshole was ragged and almost prolapsed. It stood out like a set of anal pussy lips would. We stood up and let her arm restraint loose and turned her to face us. She was crying and beet-red in the face. We gave her the “your guilty” stare and she wouldn’t meet our eyes. Just then the over head speaker broke news about Pigeon’s plane being next to complete boarding and taxi. We had to finish and boot her quickly.
I held the key up to her face and yelled “where did you get this” ? on and on, nothing made sense, but it didn’t matter, she couldn’t understand a damn thing we were doing anyway. The best part was, she thought she had done some terrible crime of terror by carrying the key. She’d never complain about this once she was let go.
We wiped her down with wet soapy cloths, made her get dressed (except for her panties) and issued a stern warning. Sol gestured a “Shhh” with his finger to his lips. We then showed her the exit door the would lead her to the boarding ramp and escorted her to it. She left, trying to compose herself and walked down the ramp to board.
Walking back, one of our compatriots met us and asked if we had fun with the nun.
“What ?” I asked.
“Yeah, you guys cornered and interrogated a nun from Portugal”. He said.
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