Angela The Pure

Two people walked down a cold and damp corridor deep beneath the earth, made of old stone, older than most things left in the world. One of these was a man, a behemoth even by the standards of the time who went by Brutus. He was a copper skinned man at least 11 feet tall his well trimmed hair almost scratching the ceiling, and whose frame made even the most burly man of these days look pitiful and small. His body so wide and thick with muscle that in this old tunnel he was practically impassible. Floating near his head was an old light orb, a simple device which hovered near his great head with a hum casting a dim light for Brutus to see, a necessary device Brutus' mighty hands must be kept free if they are needed.

Brutus needed to be strong for he was the sole jailer of this prison deep beneath the earth, and he needed to be mightier than all of the 14 prisoners under his watch, soon to be 13. Brutal men and women whose crimes even by the debased and desensitized standards of this age were unfit to be kept with others, serving long sentences sometimes even decades in this dark space under the earth. Today Brutus escorted someone he had known for many years, and who was one of the few brave enough to walk this hall with him, Brutus walked with Angela The Pure.

Angela was unlike most Nuns of the times, she dressed in the ancient fashion. Plain fabric covered her from head to toe, leaving only her face revealed. Angela was undeniably beautiful, not just attractive but beautiful. Unlike her sisters Angela's sculpted face was unblemished with piercings and bore no make up, This was true for the rest of her body as well which under the strained fabric trying to contain her staggering curves carried no tattoos, pierced flesh, or markings of any kind. The only thing that one could use to compare her to her sisters was the clack of her long heels on stone. She walked with nothing but great purpose, delicate hands folded on her toned stomach casually.

As the pair walked along the corridor, they passed a section of bars along their right. From the shadows behind the old steel rods hands shot forth attempting to grab the sister. A woman's voice cackled from the dark "C'mere sweety im so lonely." They almost reached Angela before one of Brutus' great hand came down and snatched both of them tight in one palm, yanking them hard as a inmate was slammed against the steel rods, hard. There was a sound of a sack hitting the ground and a low groan, and from the dim light of the light orb a woman could be seen slowly writhing. Angela never even looked at her before their momentary interruption was concluded, and the pair went along their way.

The two continued on for a long way before eventually arriving at another section of steel bars. Brutus turned and looked down at the tiny Nun, "This is where he is kept, as always I will return in 2 hours when your service is completed." Brutus removed from a spring like coil from his hip made from blue metal older than the both of them combined, and rung it across several of the bars. Within an instant the bars seemed to lose all rigidity, and bend following the strange coil opening a portal into the cell. Angela stepped inside thanking Brutus, who responded with a nod. Brutus then lifted his hand up to his head and the light orb which had stayed so close to him drifted to his palm, and followed his hand as he brought it to Angela's who reached up towards the giant's hand and let the light orb drift to her. It hovered between her palms, "Thank you for your service sister" Said Brutus before running the coil back over the bent bars which returned to their original shape. Angela nodded to him and proceeded deeper into the cell, as Brutus marched back down the tunnel in the darkness he preferred.

Angela let the light orb go in the middle of the cell leaving it hovering a few feet off the ground, she reached out and tapped it and it brightened revealing the contents of the cell. An old bed, a rusted and dented sink and toilet, and a naked man chained wrist and ankles to the wall who stared at her with cold violent eyes. Hanging between his legs well past his knees was a monstrous cock, even soft was thicker than Angela's arm resting atop two swollen cum tank balls larger than ostrich eggs and hung heavy and deep.

He was a mighty man who had sun starved skin and rippling muscles, he was big no where near as big as Brutus but big enough that he had to look down to stare at Angela. She looked up at him and returned his gaze no fear in her eyes, "Do you know who I am, and why I am here?" He just stared at her as she walked closer to him and continued to speak. "I know who you are Jonna Armick, and I know what you have done." At this the chained man tried to snap his head at her, biting and growling at the air like a frenzied beast straining against the unbreakable chains for just every inch. Even with this Angela showed no fear, and merely began to disrobe, revealing a body that makes even her fellow heavenly endowed sisters Jealous.

She had long platinum gold hair that flowed like a river down her neck, reaching down to breasts that dwarfed her head in size. Her waist so narrow if it weren't for how toned to perfection it was, it would be marvel her body could support her tits. Angela's hips and thighs were so thick and her ass and so fat, her figure couldn't even be called an hourglass. Supported by long toned legs built to support such a perfect whore's frame.

She stepped forward her black high heels tapping the stone floor of the cell, the thrashing titan of the man bringing forward no hesitation in her. She pressed herself against his great muscles her massive breasts spilling out against him, her head barely reaching his rippling pectorals grinding herself on this beast like mn. She planted deep loving kisses on his chest from bee stung lips, and teased his skin with her long and hungry tongue. That is when this savage prisoner could resist her no longer no one could, and the monster between his leg began to grow hard.

Angela bit her bottom lip and sank to her knees, he was even bigger than she was told. Easily this man's cock was well over 3ft long, and was pumping out so much pre cum from his attention starved breeder balls that Angela could hear it spatter on the floor. She let his giant cock rest on her tits, feeling it bounce up and down slapping them from his bucking against his chains. She reached out and held one of his nuts in her hand, it was so big and heavy she could barely even lift it, they were so hot she could feel the heat radiating in her palm and practically feel his spunk boiling inside, boiling to be inside her. Angela felt drool leave her mouth and run down her cleavage, "What a waste of something so beautiful." She said as she began to truly perform her sacred duty as she had done so many times for so many others, and give this **** row prisoner his last and greatest fuck.