Paul Gable

Trained, chained cousins

Chapter 1

Abbey Williams pushed her long chestnut-colored hair from her face, smoothing her dampened palms on her dress. She had noticed more than four or five boys following her from the convenience store. The teenager hugged the brown paper sack to her tits, quickening her pace down the deserted country road. Abbey recognized two of the boys. Her cousin had warned her about them, calling them trouble-makers, when she first arrived for her three-week country vacation.

There were only two behind her now. Where had the others gone? Abbey felt her heart quickening as her sandals scuffed along the hard dirt road. She looked again over her narrow shoulder and walked more quickly. Just over the next hillock, she'd be able to see her Aunt Helen's small white clapboard house and she'd be safe.

There they were, the other three boys. They strolled out of the thick pine woods to her right and stepped onto the road. Abbey nearly crushed the milk carton in the sack. Al, the tallest and the oldest boy, came up to her slowly, his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his faded Levi's.

"You and your cousin weren't so nice to us the other day," he said, wiping his nose with the back of one finger.

Abbey said nothing. He was smiling that crooked smile at her, making his long nose seem more ridiculous than it was. The big red ripe pimples on his face seemed to shine in the dimming light. He wasn't handsome by the longest shot, and the ugly stare he was giving her now made the pretty blonde teen shiver with revulsion.

"I… I didn't say anything," Abbey returned, trying to appear confident.

"We kinda like you and your cousin.”

“Yeah," piped up a tall, red-headed boy. He moved up behind his buddy, grinning so widely his freckles seemed to narrow all over his face.

Abbey wrinkled her upturned nose, wishing he and the others would go away. She could hear his two friends coming up behind her. Surely someone would be driving by soon and spot this suspicious-looking group.

"Lemme go. I have to get to may aunt's," Abbey said.

She lowered her eyes and started moving, feeling her heart clawed by the icy fingers of terror when Al refused to move. She felt one hand slip around her waist, tightening around her body and drawing her toward him. The bag fell from her right hand, the milk carton striking the ground and splitting open.

"Oh, see what you've done?" she gasped, staring at the broad white splash on the dirt. "So what? I'll fork over some coins for another carton-after I've finished.”

"What do you want from me?" she shot back, her eyes rounding with fear.

"What I usually get from the other girls around here." Al laughed, throwing back his head and revealing that crooked double row of white teeth again.

"You're crazy!" she gasped. "My uncle'll kill you if you try anything with me!”

"Not if you don't tell.”

Al’s eyes narrowed as he dropped the one hand from around her waist for a second. She watched him rubbing his fingers along his fly. She could see the thick, long outline of his cock! A small dark stain appeared at the tip, and Abbey knew they were thinking of fucking her, of raping her right here. The thought made her crawl with revulsion.

"Oh, you… you don't know what you're talking about… any of you!”

She looked around desperately, but saw nothing, nothing but the trees to one side of the road and a gentle downward sloping open field to the other.

"I'll scream!”

She was about to open her mouth when Al moved quickly. One hand wrapped itself tightly around her waist again while his other slipped over her opening mouth. Abbey was really terrified now, her arms flailing to either side of her body. Al quickly dragged her off the road into the woods, the other boys cat-calling and laughing.

His coarse, filthy palm rubbed over her mouth, pressing the girl's lips hard against her front teeth. She felt the balls of her feet dragging against the dirt, her sandals, slipping off. Someone was tugging at her skirt while another hand slipped into her blouse, squeezing her left tit. They were carrying her through the tall grass now. She felt the cool, damp blades caressing the backs of her legs. Looking over Al's fingers, the girl saw the towering pines on either side of her.

Suddenly Al twisted her head, tangling his fingers into her hair and pulling backward. Abbey yelped and jerked her hands up, her fingernails clawing at Al’s fingers as he pulled her hair harder. The girl could feel strands tearing from her scalp. Al was pulling back, back until she found herself bending over and tumbling to the ground.

"Oh man, come on, fuck 'er, fuck 'er!" the others chanted.

When Abbey tried scrambling around to get up, the tall redhead grabbed her face with both hands, covering her mouth with his lips and sticking that long, slippery hot tongue into her throat.

Abbey nearly vomited! No one, no one had ever dared to kiss her like that. Even the guys she liked didn't dare touch her like that! The girl screamed into his mouth, her legs kicking out in front of her. The boy laughed, moving back then jerking one hand high over his head.

Abbey's terror-stricken eyes followed, watching as the hand arched down. There was a rush of air followed by the dry, smacking sound of flesh against flesh. Abbey felt the blow on her left cheek, the fingers leaving long red-hot marks on her skin. Her head snapped to one side, her fine hair sweeping over her face. The girl let out a muffled scream, bracing herself to keep from falling over.

"That's good, Paul. Can't keep the little bitch thinkin' we're gonna let 'er get away with too much.”

"You… you… " Abbey sputtered, putting one hand to her injured cheek and blinking the hot tears from her eyes.

"For a little bitch who put us down the other day, you sure don't have much to say now.”

Al stood in front of her, still rubbing his long cock through his Levi's. It had seemed to grow bigger!

"You like what you see, eh? You wanna see what I'm gonna stick into you?”

The other boys murmured in agreement as Abbey tensed, scooting her ass back over the smooth, grass-covered ground. Above her, the pines whispered excitedly as a breeze stirred from the north.

"No, no… ”

Al watched her, never taking his eyes off the trembling girl as he unsnapped his jeans, pulling open the zipper then shoving his trousers to his ankles. Abbey saw the cock better now, the fat long thing pushing the elastic red and white band of his jockeys out from his muscled belly. The young farmboy shoved his shorts down, his eight-inch cock swinging out long and thick, pointing right at Abbey.

Abbey turned away, her heart nearly jumping into her throat. Surely something like that would hurt her for good!

"Come on, baby, I know you want a little action. Bet you're good and primo hot for me right now.”

"You're disgusting," she spat back.

"You won't feel that way later.”

While smoothing one hand up and down the length of his cock, Al used his free hand to grip her long brown hair once more, jerking her head forward and forcing her to take a long look at his cock and balls.

"Unhhhh! You're… you're hurting me!" she wailed, smelling the sour odor of his unwashed crotch.

He had her face up close to his groin. The long black hair protecting the thick root of his prick brushed against her cheeks and nose. Her heart was pounding like mad while her blood scorched her veins. Never in her life had she done something even near to this. Her mother had told her how bad girls always wound up "in trouble." But now the cringing teen found herself in this horrible spot, and there was nothing she could do.

"Take a good look at it, Miss Abbey," Al said mockingly, twisting his fist more tightly in her hair. "Take a good look at it. Fight me and I'm gonna piss inside you. My fuckin' bladder's almost as full as my balls.”

Abbey choked and gagged, praying God that somehow she'd be spared this humiliation, this degrading act Al was about to foist on her. But secretly the teen knew nothing would stop them. The boys were looking out on the road all the time to make sure no one came into the woods without them knowing about it. Her aunt wouldn't become too concerned for a while and by then they would have finished with her! Abbey shook her head and screamed once more. But Al quickly dropped that awful hand back over her mouth, threatening to knock her teeth in if she didn't keep quiet.

"Now you be real nice and you're probably gonna enjoy this as much as we do.”

"No, no!”

Al’s wet mouth slobbered all over her ear as he dropped beside her and fumbled with the buttons of her white blouse.

"You be a nice girl and I'm gonna give you a gift. It's gonna be somethin' nice and hard and hot. You'll learn to love what I'm gonna shoot into you. And when I'm not around, you're gonna wish you had me here.”

Abbey felt her tummy muscles tightening. That would never happen! She could never think of a time in the future when she'd want this deviate near her.

His breath stank of beer and decay. He had her twisted around now, her belly on the soft ground while he climbed on top of her. Abbey twisted her face to one side, her hot cheek pressing against a layer of fallen leaves. Her knees sank into the soft dirt while the other boys gathered around to watch. Abbey groaned and the hand around her mouth relaxed a little, the other staying tangled in her hair, keeping her close to the ground.

She heard him panting like some horrid animal in her right ear, his crotch rubbing up against her ass. She saw several pairs of feet moving around her head. There was no way she could pull her face up from the ground without causing herself more pain. Every move she made was rewarded by a sharp tug at her hair.

The hand around her mouth finally slipped away and Abbey let out a groan of relief. Her skirt had slipped up until the hem was gathered around the lower swells of her ass and she could feel his Levi's and bare legs now.

"Oh God!”

His cock! She could feel that awful thing sliding up and down the back of her right thigh! And she could feel his fingers rubbing up against the thin soft material of her panties, pushing it into the narrow ass crack. Abbey flushed a deep red, feeling her face burning with shame and embarrassment as the young farmboy wriggled suggestively atop her.

"Man, oh man, this little girl's built!" he panted, slipping one hand inside the right leg-band of her panties.

Abbey cringed, curling her fingers into two tight fists and pressing them hard against her chin.

Al enjoyed her horror, her disgust of him and his buddies. He squeezed her ass, pinching the girl so hard until she squealed like a kicked pig.

"Eaghgghghh!”

The others roared with laughter, mocking her as her cry turned into a sob. That hand that had pinched her began moving all around her now, feeling on down her thigh, then back up to her ass.

His knees were on top of the backs of her legs now, pressing down firmly and hard, hurting her. Abbey let out another cry as she felt her panties being stretched up against her crotch. Only then did she feel an odd twinge of sensation in her cunt caused by the cotton crotchband snugging up between her pussy lips.

When Al ran his fingers down and tried to slip them around to her pussy, the girl clamped her legs together. The stench of his breath became overpowering as he twisted more of her hair with the one hand while forcing her thighs apart with his other. The girl fought with every bit of her strength. Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead while the veins stood out in her neck. But the farmboy was far stronger than she and finally Al forced his knees between hers, spreading her thighs apart.

His hands moved down, the one sliding under her elastic legband and moving down from her asshole. In a moment Abbey felt him rubbing his rough right index fingertip up against the bottom junction of her cuntlips. The girl groaned, closing her eyes in defeat while she felt the sour bile in her throat. She swallowed hard, determined not to give these boys a bigger show than she already had.

"Oh, man, she's nice and warm down there. You a virgin, baby?”

Abbey breathed hard, unable to answer at first. "Y-y-yes," she stammered finally.

"Gonna make things messy, but it's gonna be fun plowin' this field.”

Abbey squirmed and writhed, still trying to pull away from him. But Al had a good tight grip on her hair, yanking back now and then and laughing at her cries. She could feel the boy's jabbing cock shove into the junction between her thighs. All that separated his cock from her cunt were her panties right now. Al shoved down once more, reaching around and tugging up her briefs until the crotchband had halved her cunt. Once more the girl felt that tingling sensation just around her clit. What on earth was happening to her!

"Poor little girl," he said mockingly. "You oughtta be smilin', knowin' what's gonna happen to you.”

"Get that skirt and panties off her," Paul whispered, shoving his Levi' s down and revealing his long, skinny cock.

Al muttered in assent, grabbing the bottom of her blouse. Yanking it, he tore it open, popping two of the buttons off and sliding it from her shoulders. Abbey groaned more loudly when she felt him fumbling with the rear snap of her bra. Her full, high-riding tits tumbled out, pillowing flat against the ground and for the first time the girl was glad she was on the ground face-down. At least that way she was spared the boys' leering looks at her naked tits.

"Man, big tits-nice tits," Al muttered, sliding his hands around and cupping her tits while he shoved his cock up against her ass.

He bit her neck, making her scream in pain while he rubbed his fingertips over and over her hardening red nipples. At times he pinched them while humping into her, telling her all the terrible things he was going to do to her.

The talking, the nipple-fingering, the dry humping against her ass were doing something awful to Abbey, something the girl just couldn't fathom. Her cunt was beginning to heat up and tingle! Abbey jerked like a maniac still trying to spring loose. But she could no longer ignore the slick rub of her virgin cunt lips against one another. What was happening?

Chapter 2

Abbey let out a cry as she felt his fingers pulling at the crotch of her panties. The material stickily pulled away, sliding down past her hipbones, her knees, her ankles. Pulling her skirt off was easy for Al and in a moment Abbey found herself face down on the ground, stark naked. The chilling breezes rustling through the pines made her flesh pucker up into goose-pimples.

"Oh yeahhhh," the boys sighed, staring at her full, naked body.

"They all want you," Al whispered in one ear, biting her lobe. "Maybe I'll turn you over to 'em after I'm through.”

Survive! Live through this! Abbey urged herself. She would surely wreak a terrible revenge on them all for her pain. She would only have to live through this gang-rape and then… and then they'd be sorry!

"No!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"You yell again like that and I'll punch your fuckin' ribs till they break!" he threatened.

Al had been fingering her pussy, working the index finger greedily between her cuntlips, smoothing the tip between her inner and outer labes.

"Christ! Look at that cunt!" Paul said, kneeling down next to the girl.

"Yeah, somethin' that pretty should be used. It's fuckin' against the law, I think, leavin' somethin' like that untouched for so long.”

"Gonna fuck her now?”

"Yeah. Can't wait any longer, man," Al answered, rubbing his cockhead against the girl's ass.

Again Abbey groaned with horror and fear. "Please, please don't do this to me!" she begged as the hand slipped from her mouth.

Al ignored her cries, moving both hands around her hipbones now and tugging upward. Abbey let out a soft cry, feeling her hot pussy leaving the safety of the ground. Someone was laughing softly behind her as her tits became visible for all the boys to see. She felt Al's hands snaking around, the fingers rubbing up against her full bush of cunthairs. He moaned softly into her right ear again, hunching his prick up between her asscheeks.

Abbey felt his balls pillowing out against the bottom swell of her asscheeks while his cockhead rubbed against her asscrack. The girl was nearly hysterical with fear. She knew he was going to fuck her and fuck her hard. He was touching her cuntlips, spreading them open, dipping his fingers into her pussy and moaning about how hot she was.

"Oh, yeahhhh, baby, you keep tellin' me you don't want it. But, man, oh man, you can't keep your fuckin' ass from movin’.”

"Yeah, she's sure wrigglin' around every time you put your hand down there.”

"She can't stop it, man. She's one of them broads who digs men… all kinds.”

"No!”

Abbey's mind snapped back to reality when she felt Al's hands rubbing over her naked thighs. He was playing games with her, teasing her flesh, kneading the skin into tight little balls until she screamed again with pain.

Paul was also tearing at her hair now, slapping her lightly across the face while rubbing his cock with one hand. Once he smeared his fingers with pre-cum, bringing the digits down to her lips and sticking them into her mouth. Abbey licked at the fingertips instinctively, tasting something terribly bleachy and salty. At once she spit out the vile stuff and screamed at him, making all the others laugh.

"Uhhhhhh!”

Al was squeezing her asscheeks now, spreading the full, fleshy globes apart. Abbey felt the skin in her hot sweaty asscrack separating. He was going in doggy style, fucking her from the back. There was the sound of movement and Paul scooted around. He had squeezed down beside her face a little closer, jerking her head up from the ground by pulling her hair and resting it in his lips. He shoved her nose against his crotch, letting out a small cry of delight when her lips touched his balls.

"Come on, Paul. Come on and make 'er suck some cock!" the others screamed.

Al moved back, giving his buddy some room to maneuver. Abbey realized Paul was going to make her take his… his cock in her mouth! She tried pulling back, but again the pain in her scalp kept her in place. Her nose flattened against his hairy groin and then she felt that hot, blood-filled cock rubbing up against her right cheek. His balls were pressed against her chin and there was that same awful smell!

"No, don't… oh God, God in heaven, don't do this thing to me!”

Tears blurred her vision as she felt the head of his cock rubbing up against her lips. She tried jerking her face from it. But Paul clamped his hand against the back of her skull, shoving her face even harder into his groin. At the same time he squeezed her tits roughly, pinching her nipples until Abbey shrieked.

A car drove down the road, raising a tunnel of dust behind its wheels. The boys froze for an instant, waiting until the sound of the engine died away.

"I'm gonna fuck 'er now. Man, she's ripe and ready for it no matter what the hell she says," Al announced, his voice low and throaty.

Abbey felt him reaching down between her thighs with his thumb. He dug his fingers into her asscheeks for a better sense of leverage and slowly, maddeningly, he began forcing one finger into her tight, moist cunt. It went in easily at first, peeling her labes back while his knuckles brushed up against her clit. Abbey jerked her legs out once more, keeping her mouth shut up against that cock that rubbed up against her nose.

Al was fucking her, moving his finger in and out. He rubbed his fingertip along the rubbery rim of her outer labes, painting them with the juice now flowing from her hairy fuckhole. He kept telling her how hot she was, about how her outer cuntal muscles were shivering and cinching down on his finger whenever he fucked her with it. To her shame, Abbey knew it was true. She couldn't control her body, she just couldn't. The girl didn't understand the forces she knew little of were taking control of her body.

"Uhhhhh… ”

He was touching something, something deep inside her now. Abbey's body jerked involuntarily once again. Her cherry! Oh yes, yes, he was pushing his fingertip up against her cherry! Her mother had told her about that, about the tiny membrane that was meant to be broken only by a husband. Now Al was going to knock her from innocence into adulthood whether she wanted it or not.

"Nooooo!”

It hurt her terribly! Abbey wrinkled up her face, taking in short, throaty gasps through her pursed lips. How her nostrils burned from the air she sucked in while Al kept pushing and shoving his finger in her pussy. And then the girl felt a shock of pain, the likes of which she had never felt before! It made her cry out, her legs snapping together, then flying apart. Al shoved his finger into her cunt deeper.

"Man, man, somethin' else," he groaned.

"Ohhhhh!”

When Abbey could no longer take the pain, she had opened her mouth to scream. Paul took advantage and shoved his prick in all the way, holding her skull firmly in both hands. Abbey at first didn't realize what the young farmboy had done. Her mind was still burning with the pain caused by Al's finger. Then suddenly she realized that Paul's fat cock was in her mouth all the way! His balls were pillowed out against her chin while his cockhairs tickled the insides of her nostrils. He was moving his groin back and forth, fucking her mouth, making Abbey choke and gag as she tried to pull her head away.

"You try somethin* like bitin' down and I'm gonna knock your brains out," Paul said.

Abbey took the warning, sobbing quietly while the big boy fucked her mouth. He had his head tilted back, his mouth half-opened with delight while a smile crossed his thin lips.

"That good, Paul? She feel good suckin' you off?" Al asked.

"Oh man, man, better than that fuckin' Ginger Hennessey down the road," he muttered.

Abbey's body jerked and convulsed in a maddening attempt to wrench itself from the thumb probing around in her cunt and that horrible prick fucking her throat. Her flat belly ground against the dirt as she tried to get away from that obscenely slick finger.

"Man, she was virgin all right," Al said, wiping his finger against her thigh, then sticking it back in.

He fought to keep his thumb and finger inserted in the writhing ring of her narrow pussy. The walls of her cunt, unused to this invasion, tried closing down against the invader.

"Gotta pull out or I'm gonna shoot down her throat right now!”

Paul slipped his prick from Abbey's lips, smearing her face with the tip of his cockrod and laughing at her distress. The girl coughed and spat, wishing she could shoot all of them. Yes, take a gun and shoot all of them right now for having torn away her cherry!

"Uhhhhhh!”

"Now you shut up," Al whispered in her ear again. "You shut up or I'll have someone else stick a cock in your mouth. Relax and you'll have one hell of a hot time!”

To emphasize what he was about to do Al pulled her asscheeks apart once again, both his thumb smoothing over the inner labes of her dripping cunt. The movement of his digits made her overheated pussy suck in raw air.

“No more… oh God in heaven, please, please, don't do anything more to me!" she cried.

The chilling air of the countryside raised the brown hair from her naked shoulders. But Abbey hardly felt the dropping temperatures now. Her mind reeled with fear and shame.

"God! God!”

Slowly, very slowly, Al spread the wet, fleecy inner labes until her cunt was wide open. The girl screamed, feeling her pussy being stretched for fucking.

She twitched, jerking forward. His fingertip circled her soggy clit, teasing along the edges, then moving in. Abbey groaned long and loud, the awful sounds of pleasure coming from somewhere down inside her. Al lanced his finger in all the way, moving it around and around. Abbey let out another groan and then she felt her cunt sucking solidly against his probing finger.

She wept, sobbing with more shame, feeling the finger in her seething cuntslot suddenly pulling out. She made a gasp, hearing that wet, sucking sound behind her. Al was over her completely now, his knees braced against the backs of her legs, spreading her open while his body lowered.

"Oh no, noooo!”

Abbey felt the prickhead rubbing up and down, up and down against her cunt. Abbey could feel her cuntlips being forced open and the hot, pulsing prick started slipping up and pushing against her cunt.

"Man, keep 'er steady, Paul. I'm goin' in and I don't want her wrigglin’ around.”

Paul gripped the girl's hair, jerking her head around so she looked at him. "Okay, baby, you move around and you're gonna have some more cockmeat in your mouth.”

"Okay, baby, one big cock's gonna be slidin' all the way in.”

The girl trembled, her knees knocking together then flying apart as she felt the cuntlabes springing open.

"Fuck her, man, fuck her good!" the others cried.

Abbey let out another long, low moan. Through her clenched teeth she tried to push back, to keep that horrid thing from entering her body. Al shoved again and the teen's moans grew louder and stronger. She felt her cuntal muscles resisting him for just a second longer and then they gave way. Abbey shuddered, her jutting shoulder-blades pushing up higher as the boring mass of hot cockmeat fucked its way into her.

"Nnngggnnnghghg!" she cried, her legs jerking out again.

"Man, she's takin' it good… takin' it real hot and good," Al groaned, his prick buried halfway into her cunthole.

"Yeah, feel good down there?”

Paul was salivating, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand while staring bug-eyed at the fucked girl. His cockhead was a dark-purple now, bloated with blood. He waited, however, for a signal from his buddy.

"Man, she's good and tight… owww… fuckin' little cunt's gonna snap off my cock with her pussy! But she better ease up for old Al in a bit.”

Abbey screamed as yet another inch hammered its way into her body. She twisted her head away to keep Paul's prick from pressing against her mouth. The tall, lanky redhead only yanked on her some more, tearing strands of hair from her scalp, then hunching forward and rubbing his prick up against her cheeks and eyes. Shock waves of pain shot through her body as that awful prick spread her insides farther and farther apart.

Al took a deep breath, shoving down and forward with all his strength. For Abbey it was like having a spear piercing her flesh as he buried the length of his cock all the way into her pussy.

"Eaghghghghg!”

Abbey shrieked, feeling as if her body were being ripped apart by some terrible animal. That giant rod of flesh and hard muscle lodged inside her made the girl sob and cry out for mercy. But Al would show her none. The boys were gathering around them in a tighter circle now, some of them jerking off while watching this brutal rape. Al's ass rose and fell steadily while he fucked the young sobbing teen.

"No, oh no, no, no!"

The brisk air around them grew cooler as the sun began to set. Abbey's cries mixed with the calls of the birds overhead. No one had come. No one had bothered to see what all the commotion was in the woods. She was being fucked, raped, by these savages and no one cared.

"Yghghhhghgh!”

Al pulled out slowly, pinching her tits all the while. Then with another forward fuck-thrust he shoved down all the way. His cockrod filled her tight cunt to overflowing and Abbey took many gasping, puffing breaths to fill her lungs. She writhed helplessly on the ground in agony.

The pain that blunt-nosed cock caused her made her flex her crotch muscles in a continued attempt to force out the unwelcomed prick. But the pressure of her slick cuntal muscles seemed to arouse Al even more. He grasped her tits with both hands and pinched hard, throwing back his head and shoving down against her once again.

"God, oh God!" she screamed into Paul's thigh.

"Wanna get her quiet?”

"Yeah," Al said, glancing down at the terrified, helpless girl and grinning.

"Nooooffff!”

Paul cut off her cry by stuffing her mouth with his prick, warning her again against biting him. Al flexed again and the girl went limp, feeling Paul's fat prick sliding over her tongue and brushing up against her tonsils. Al tried to match his fucking with his buddy's, sliding his cockrod in and out, in and out, each thrust stretching her pussy. And there was nothing the girl could do to stop him. She could only accept the brutal attack and let the horrible rape continue.

When Al's hands slid under her belly and lifted her, she only whimpered a little. Paul slid forward, keeping his prick in her mouth. Fucked at both ends, and still Abbey could see no end in sight to this horror show.

Chapter 3

"Man, she looks good and natural with cock in her mouth!" Paul said, slapping Abbey lightly across the face.

"Yeah, cock up her cunt ain't bad either. Man, this little bitch was born to fuck. You know that, baby? You were born to have cockmeat in you.”

"Mfffffffff!”

The words bit Abbey's pride as the two men violated her young body. The increasing breeze picked up leaves and tossed them in her face, blowing back her hair. Some of the boys jacking off around them began complaining about the cold. But Abbey felt none of that. She felt only those hands crawling up along the flatness of her belly, making her wriggle from side to side and gasp onto the mouth-fucking cock.

Al stopped hammering his crotch against her pussy, leaning forward and rolling her tits into his hands again. His fingers massaged her nipples, squeezing her big tits, then rolling them together. Abbey had always been proud of her tits, knowing full well how the boys in her school admired them. But now Al and his friends had dirtied everything about her body.

He moved his fingers solidly against the rubbery tips, letting her know he was getting a special thrill from touching her. Then he slipped his hands down to her hips, tugging her firmly up, yanking her ass all the tighter against his crotch. In spite of the cold Al was sweating heavily, his perspiration dropping onto her back.

"Ooooooohhhh!”

“Oh man, man, gonna shoot!" Paul threw his head back, his eyes cinched shut.

Abbey groaned, tasting the flow of pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit. She closed her eyes, tightening her throat as his prickhead slammed into the back of her throat.

Paul's hands tightened around her skull and Al stopped fucking her from the back for a second, bracing his hands against her ass while he watched his buddy. Paul arched his spine, giving his groin a few short, jerky hunches before his balls rose up tight in their sacs and began pumping. The young farmboy jerked forward, his hands rubbing hard against Abbey's skull as long, rope-like squirts of jizz flooded into her mouth.

The girl felt the flat-tasting spunk spattering against the back of her throat, then slicking down the insides of her cheeks. She tried pulling away but Paul's grip was far too great. He moved his groin up and down, rubbing his cockhairs into her nostrils while sending out more hot streamers of the lava-like jizz into her mouth.

"Oh yea, baby, suck it up… ohhhh fuckin' Jesus Christ, she's movin' her tongue… like she really digs it… ohhh man!”

A mixture of jizz and spit frothed around the stretched corners of her lips. Abbey could feel the filthy juice dribbling down her chin. Paul was finished. He stumbled forward, caught himself, then drew back, slowly pulling his softening prick from her mouth.

Abbey twisted her head around, spitting out what remained of his jizz from her mouth. But AI was still squeezing his cockmeat into her. And what was terrible, what was so incomprehensible to Abbey was that it began to feel good. In fact, it felt better then anything she'd ever known in her life!

"Ohhhh yeahhh… man, that mouth-fuck you gave her must've made the bitch super-hot. Look at the way she's movin' that ass!”

Abbey couldn't help herself. She felt Al grabbing at her crazily, his hands still flat against the underside of her hips. He made her stroke up and down with each move of his fucking cock.

"Christ, that's the way, Abbey baby. That's the way to move your body. Come on, move that ass. Move it! Move it! Make me cum, you fuckin' slut! Thatta girl, keep on movin' that ass like that!”

Abbey felt the constantly moving cock chug back and forth inside her aroused fuck chute. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart. Al pulled back, slapping her hard across the asscheeks and telling her to move her ass back up so his cock wouldn't slip out.

"Man, she wants it bad-fast and hard! I ain't fucked someone this hot for a long time-maybe never!" Al cried.

Abbey felt Al pounding his prick in faster and faster and she knew he was ready to explode. Now she found herself praying that he would be able to keep himself together just long enough for her to reach her own climax. Her mother had told the girl about women needing satisfaction too, but she'd failed to tell her daughter any more about that. Now Abbey was starting to get the idea just what her mother had meant.

"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!”

In her mind it seemed to Abbey as if the two cocks were one massive prick. She pushed back, jerking her ass up and down, nearly knocking Al flat on his ass as pre-orgasmic spasms shot through her cunt. She had felt things like this while playing with herself in bed but nothing in the world had prepared the young teen for this powerful sensation. She jerked her thighs back and forth. Oh she was going to cum. Oh yes, she was going to climax, and Al was about to cum with her!

Al squeezed her ass harder now, kneading and tugging at her asscheeks. Then, wild with excitement, he moved one hand around and jabbed his forefinger into her asshole. The girl let out a yelping cry, feeling the resulting spicy hot sensation rocket right to her clit. She wanted more-more feeling, more degradation. The girl tossed her head from left to right, her long brown hair sweeping over her face. Her body shuddered with lascivious need while her ass ground up against him.

"Ahhhh… fuck it, man, gonna… gonna do it! Can't stop it, man, gonna… ahhhhhhfuck!”

He was cumming! Abbey knew it! She felt the shivering of his body against hers, heard the choked cries of the man behind her. Her elbows bent out, then collapsed. He kept his cock buried to the hilt in her, holding tightly onto her thighs while his balls pumped out squirts of his hot cum.

"Ahhhhh… eaghghghghhh!”

There was a moment of brilliance, a second of delightful hesitation when she felt her clit sputtering, about to explode. That moment passed and she began bucking and yelping like a mad woman. She threw her body from left to right, her tits swinging and slapping wetly against one another as wave after orgasmic wave washed over her.

"Nooooo!”

She shouted before collapsing, the hot/chilly flashes of climactic heat scorching the walls of her cunt and her clit. Again and again the girl felt her pussy snap tight onto that shooting pussy. She thought Al's cum was being squirted out to extinguish the fire burning in her pussy. Again and again he shot his spunk into her cunthole!

"Uhhhhhhh!" he groaned, draping himself heavily over her, his hands smoothing slowly up and down her ribs.

The girl let out a moan of defeat, collapsing to the ground. "Ohhhhh God!”

They had done it! They had raped her, humiliated her, and now they were leaving her on the ground like a cast-off piece of tissue paper.

"Come on, man, I wanna get into that little bitch," one of the other boys said.

Al looked down at Abbey pushing his fingers through her rich hair. "Naw. She's had enough for a while. Gotta let the little girl rest. We'll be back. And then you'll get a chance to plug one hot cunt.”

"Right. Yeah, she'll be around for a while. And then maybe we can get a crack at the cousin," Paul agreed, hitching up his Levi's and tucking his shirt back in.

Someone threw the girl her clothes, her blouse and skirt draping over her head. Only then did Abbey realize just how chilly it was getting. The boys scrambled away, cat-calling at her once more before disappearing from the woods. Leaves blew up against her naked sides, sticking to where perspiration still remained.

Everyone would be wondering where on earth she was if she didn't get moving soon. Pushing herself up, Abbey felt herself fighting through that wonderful golden glow washing over her body, that warmth that comes after a powerful orgasm. She moaned, shaking the hair from her eyes and listlessly pulling on her clothes. Thank goodness the boys hadn't ripped too much.

The girl hid her face in her hands, imagining the joy Al would have in relating just how much she'd enjoyed her rape. Rape? Hell, he'd tell everyone she'd practically lured the whole pack of them in the woods like some teenaged American siren! The thought of her mother hearing about this drove Abbey into despair.

"Can't… can't deal with it."

Stretching out one hand, the young girl steadied herself against a near-by pine, staring blankly down at the mess of crushed leaves and scraped dirt, the only indication that something violent had happened here. She shuddered, curling her arms and rubbing her fingers briskly along her goose-pimpled flesh. Tucking her torn blouse into her skirt, Abbey picked her way carefully through the darkening woods back onto the roadway.

Shaking her head as if she could knock the memory of her double rape, Abbey took in deep breaths of air, walking toward her aunt's house. She would shower, wash away the horrid cum she could still feel in her pussy. There was still that taste in her mouth too. Three times she stopped by the side of the road to spit into the bushes.

The boys had said they were going to find her again-and perhaps fuck her cousin as well! No, she would return to L.A. before letting Al and Paul and their buddies touch her or Betty.

The house! How peaceful it looked, nestled at the bottom of the hill. Already she could see several lights illuminating the downstairs windows. Quickening her pace. Abbey rushed down the hill, slowing down when she passed the opened gate. She was about to enter the house when her cousin Betty rounded the corner of the porch.

"Oh! You startled me. Mom said you were going for some milk or something but I guess… guess you didn't get it.”

Betty's voice dropped, her eyes examining the dirt stains on Abbey's blouse and the tear the girl had taken such pains to hide.

"I dropped it on the road,” Abbey began, her mind searching frantically for some excuse for her appearance. She saw the concern on her cousin's face and she had to work not to break into wild sobs right then and there. "A car nearly ran me over! He must've been drunk or something. I dropped the bag on the road somewhere. I guess I blacked out or something when I rolled away.”

Betty cocked her head to one side, wrinkling her forehead and trying to make up her mind whether or not this explanation was satisfactory.

"Oh, please don't tell your mom or dad. They'll get all upset, and I don't want that to happen. I'll go upstairs and wash now, okay?”

"Okay.”

Betty followed her cousin with her eyes, leaning against a porch support. Abbey could feel her sympathetic looks and fought not to cry. She rushed upstairs to her room, closing the door and tearing off those awful clothes. Showering several times, the girl rubbed the soap around her swollen cunt, making sure she cleaned every last drop of Al’s jizz from her pussy. But still she could feel his cock rod tunneling through her cunt, making her feel so good!

Again the girl pushed those thoughts from her mind. She would make up some excuse and leave the country as soon as she could. Dressing, Abbey was about to go downstairs when she encountered Betty in the hall. The girl was standing there, her golden hair fanned out around her narrow shoulders. She had her arms crossed, her blue eyes narrowed piercingly.

"Something happened on that road, didn't it, Abbey? I know. Something… ”

Abbey looked open-mouthed at her cousin. She couldn't have guessed she was going to confront her with the truth.

"No, I… ”

"Your clothes. The tears. Those boys, oh my God, the way they were looking at us the other day and what they said. They didn't… " Betty put both hands up to her lips, her eyes rounding in horror.

"No, no! You don't know what you're saying," Abbey whispered.

"I know. Something tells me, I don't know what, but they raped you, didn't they?”

Abbey could have told any number of lies. But suddenly having her cousin Betty confront her with this truth brought the pent-up tears of rage and hurt from her soul. She shook her head but still the tears came. Covering her face, Abbey felt her knees shaking, then giving away. She collapsed to the floor, rocking back and forth.

"Oh, oh, oh!”

The hurt cut through her like a knife now. The shame and horror and sheer terror of being stripped and fucked so brutally while everyone laughed came back to her in force. In a second she felt Betty's comforting arms around her.

"My God, my God," Betty cried over and over, hugging her sobbing cousin to her tits.

In a torrent of half-formed words Abbey told her cousin just what had happened, omitting, of course, her own pleasure. When she was through, she pulled her head up and stared tearfully at her cousin.

"I don't know what to do. I'm so mixed up," Abbey said truthfully.

Betty held her for a few moments longer, biting her lower lip as if hiding a secret.

"I'll tell you some place you can go. But you can't tell my mom. Okay?”

Abbey nodded.

"I found someone, Abbey, someone who helped me when I was feeling down," Betty began, her eyes starting to glow unnaturally.

Abbey cocked her head to one side, staring wonderingly at her cousin.

"It's a group I belong to. I just joined, a few weeks ago. But it's run with one thing in mind… loyalty to yourself, and loyalty to God and Jesus," Betty whispered.

"Oh no!”

Her cousin. Her own cousin a Jesus freak! It was almost laughable, especially under the circumstances. There she was, on the floor, sobbing out her heart and her cousin was going on and on about having joined a God cult!

"I don't think that's for me, Betty. I really think I need more professional care and… ”

"Oh no! They're very good. It's not like all those freaky stories you hear about in the papers. I think you'll find it's a lot of fun and it'll help. No one tells on anyone else, okay? Come on, we're having a meeting tonight. I told mom I'm going into town to meet some of the girls for a cheerleading party. She'd freak if she knew what I was really up to.”

Abbey thought she had to be losing her mind when she agreed. She was so confused! Still, she remembered reading about how some of those groups had men and women trained to treat various psychological problems. Perhaps she could talk to a professional and get some advice.

Dinner went quickly, Betty talking excitedly about the games coming up in several weeks once school resumed. Abbey could hardly speak, amazed by the way her cousin was pulling the wool over her aunt's and uncle's eyes. When seven o'clock rolled around the two girls slipped from the house and Betty drove them off.

"Where is this place?”

"Oh, just on the other side of town. I don't think many people know we're there. Brother Geronimus and Brother Septillian came from another group in Sacramento and found some of us here just waiting for someone like them. Oh, wait until you see them and hear them, Abbey. It'll change your life!”

Chapter 4

The group consisted of about twenty young men and women of Abbey's age. The house they inhabited was a sprawling old farmhouse that had been remarkably fixed up. There were hobby shops in some of the rooms with the boys and girls industriously making various articles to be sold, Abbey was told, on the streets of Sacramento or San Francisco to pay for the cult. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until Brother Geronimus appeared.

"Oh, there he is!" Betty gasped excitedly, pointing out a tall dark figure coming toward them from a near-by corridor.

"He's so… big!”

Brother Geronimus was indeed big-nearly six-feet-three with a black, imposing beard. Abbey drew against her cousin, feeling somewhat frightened when the man came up to them and bowed his head.

"Sisters. Sister Betty, this is someone new.”

He smiled, his black eyes glittering with something other than holy light, Abbey thought. But then again, that might be her natural skepticism on the rise once more. She tried settling herself, ignoring the wash of warmth she felt on her flesh when Brother Geronimus stared so intently at her! She couldn't help how his white teeth gleamed like ivory. And how his thick black neatly trimmed beard moved when he walked.

Abbey's eyes flashed over his body while he talked to Betty. Even with that loose-fitting brown monk's robe the girl could see his body was thick and powerful. He was young, maybe twenty-five or six, still a bit older than the boys who had popped her cherry.

Her pussy spasmed as she thought about it. No, that's not right, not here, she told herself as she tore her eyes off the big man and stared around at the others. They all worked furiously, rarely looking up at the two girls. How curious Abbey thought as she moved her eyes back to Brother Geronimus to find him staring at her.

"Is something wrong, Sister? Have you been shown around?”

"Yes… I mean no. My cousin… Betty showed me some of the things. But she hasn't been here long and… and… ”

The big man stared beneficently at her, barely smiling at her confusion. "I have some time. Betty, why don't you go into the crafts room there and help some of the others with their projects? We have to make some money for our little group. Brother Septillian will be here soon with some new converts," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

Abbey caught that little sparkle and wondered what on earth was it doing in a holy man's vision.

"Here, this way.”

He was behind her, explaining one thing and another about the crafts shops, then about the way everyone helped one another. There were live-ins, runaways, all sorts of young people who came here to live. Abbey was only half-listening to him, feeling something else other than religious fervor coming from the big handsome man behind her. The tips of her tits were so hard and itchy, scratching deliciously at her bra cups and her pussy swelled open again.

"And over here… ”

Brother Geronimus stopped, smiling broadly down at the girl. They were outside now some thirty feet away from the main building. He was guiding her out to what was a tool shed and behind her Abbey could hear the busy sounds of the group.

She was still unsure of this man and his cult. Who was he? Betty had given her some details-they had religious group meeting every Thursday where they discussed various parts of the Bible and how it applies to modern-day life. Brother Geronimus had also mentioned something about self-help groups. Perhaps there was something about rape clinic help here, Abbey thought.

"You seem troubled, Sister.”

Abbey lowered her head, feeling those hot tears about to spring out again. Should she tell him? The girl stopped, turning from the religious cult leader for the moment. Then she felt his powerful fingers gripping her arms, slowly turning her back around to face him.

"You can tell me. I see the pain in your eyes.”

For one terrible moment. Abbey found herself wondering about the size of his cock. Al had been tall but Brother Geronimus was much taller and certainly more thickly built. She shook her head, again trying to rid herself of those terrible thoughts.

"You can tell me, Sister. I've heard many stories." His voice was calm, soothing, comforting. It seemed to lure the truth from her.

"I… I was raped today. Two men… boys… raped me, I told my cousin Betty and she… she suggested I come here," Abbey said haltingly, covering her face with one hand and feeling the tears beginning to flow.

"I see," he said.

Abbey was embarrassingly aware that she was reliving the pleasurable part of her rape, that part she had hidden from her cousin. But perhaps this was the time to tell someone about it. A holy man. Why not? But surely if he was dedicated to God and to saving people, he wouldn't be shocked. This surely wouldn't be any more than he'd already listened to.

"There's more," Abbey went on. "I… I found myself liking it, Father. I mean, I really did. At first it hurt. But then something happened to me and I… ”

"You were taking part in your own degradation, am I right?”

"Oh, yes!”

"I'm not shocked, Sister. We're all weak… some of us more than others, some of us are weak in different ways.”

His voice seemed to change, almost to express a kind of happiness. Abbey brightened. Here at least was one person who hadn't expressed horror at the truth. She wanted to hug him, but she knew that was improper. Instead she continued walking toward the tool shed.

"I want you to see this. Not many at the group have inspected this. We observe strict rules here… obedience is one of them. Your cousin does this well and I feel you will too.”

Abbey looked at him a little perplexed. What was he talking about? They had reached the door of the shed and a faint light glimmered through one. of the frosted glass windows.

"Please, Sister, step inside. What you've told me makes me feel you have to get closer to the Spirit… yours as well as God's.”

"But… ”

He opened the door completely, pushing her gently into the low-ceilinged building.

Expecting to see an altar and other religious articles hanging about, she was rather surprised to see nothing of the sort. The room was nearly bare, the walls padded with acoustical tile and several pulley devices hanging from the wooden ceiling. Then as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she saw there were articles hanging on the wall. But there were no Madonnas, statues of the Holy Family, or crucifixes. Buggy whips, cat-o'-nine tails, rods, pieces of rope and chain and other Victorian style horse articles hung down from the wooden stakes driven into the white tiles.

Abbey looked at Brother Geronimus as a knot of tension formed between her tummy and cunt when he slammed the door shut behind them. There was that look in his eye, that glint of mischief she had caught earlier. Heat was starting to concentrate in the furry mound between her thighs while goose-bumps prickled her flesh. There was something terribly wrong in here!

"You've failed, Sister, fallen from grace," he said, starting to unbutton his robe. "You must see the Light, and we here are bound and determined to make you see it.”

His voice had taken on a hard edge now. Abbey shook her head from right to left. Oh no, oh dear God in heaven, no! This was just like before.

"You don't understand. I… I enjoyed what happened… a little bit, but – “

Abbey couldn't finish the sentence. Brother Geronimus had taken off his robe and was standing there before her wearing nothing but a tight-fitting jockstrap! There couldn't have been two ounces of fat on his well-formed, thick-muscled body. It was glistening there in the dim light, glistening as if he had oiled it. But Abbey instinctively knew it was sweat, the perspiration of a man aroused by her body. She backed away, looking around, her eyes darting about for some escape route. But there was none.

"And I have things here that will make you see your wrong ways, Sister.”

"No, oh no! Oh, please, this is some kind of joke isn't it?" Abbey said, half-laughing hysterically as Brother Geronimus rubbed his cock through the ribbed pouch of his jock.

"There's no joke here, Sister. No joking allowed in this room of God's repentance.”

"Repentance?”

Again Abbey's eyes shot about the room, landing on the various whips. Only then did she see a round keg of something and several spigots about the wood. Abbey drew back, one hand over her mouth as she stared at the hypocrite before her, then at the keg.

"You'll have time to think on your sins before we come to that."

"No, no!”

Abbey tried rushing past the big man. She'd tell Betty about this and get her and run away. But Brother Geronimus was quick, catching her by the wrist and wheeling her around. He had gripped her by the shoulders, his big hands seeming about to crush her shoulders.

"Scream all you want, Sister. These walls are built for it.”

"No, oh no, liar! Oh God, you liar! You… oh God!”

Brother Geronimus dropped Abbey, slapping her face so hard that the blow knocked her to the ground. Laughing, he twisted his fingers in her hair and drew her close up against his right leg.

"We'll start now by you taking off your clothes. You probably guessed that would happen by now, didn't you? A little slut like you's always more comfortable without her clothes on.”

His voice was hard, mocking, as Abbey sniffed and removed her clothing. As she stepped from her panties, she had an idea this would be far more of an ordeal than the rape she'd undergone earlier that day.

“Fine. Now your hands… behind your back. Come on, Sister. Behind your back!”

Trembling under his staring black eyes, the teen did as she was told. Brother Geronimus moved past her, eyeing her full, high-riding tits but not yet touching her. He searched the shelves behind her and Abbey cringed, hearing the clanking of metal objects striking one another. In a moment she felt something very cold and hard tightening around both wrists. Brother Geronimus tightened the cuffs until they nearly cut off the circulation from her fingers.

“Now, just to keep you quiet to keep from annoying me…”

Brother Geronimus took a red rubber ball with two chains coming from either side and brought it up to her lips.

“Open wide, Sister. Open wide. We don’t want your cries upsetting me.”

“Ohhhhh!”

Abbey shook her head violently from side to side, staring defiantly at the big man. Brother Geronimus sighed, then reached up and pressed his fingers hard on either side of her jaw. The pain was excruciating! It felt as if all her teeth were being torn from her flesh! With a shriek of agony and defeat Abbey opened her mouth, feeling the big stud jamming that horrid red rubber ball between her lips. He quickly fastened the small chains around the back of her head and Abbey swallowed hard, feeling the spittle damming up behind the instrusion.

"Now, we've got to make certain you understand what true repentance is, the kind that comes from real pain, Sister. Do you understand that?”

Abbey shook her head again, rubbing her fingers together against the small of her back. That ball, the restraints on her wrists, everything was giving her the feeling of total helplessness. Brother Geronimus only smiled.

"You will.”

He moved behind the girl, pushing her forward until Abbey found herself directly under one of the overhead pulley devices.

“Now, your training begins, Sister. Perhaps I'll invite your cousin in later on to help. I'm sure she'll be rather surprised.”

Brother Geronimus kicked a stool near-by under the device, standing up on it and pulling down a long length of half-inch silver chain, The rattling set the girl’s teeth on edge. She felt him fumbling around with the cuffs behind her, obviously attaching the links, to her bonds, checking to make sure the linkage was secure.

“Now, we, start.”

He had moved to one side of her, gripping another part of the chain and pulling hard. Automatically the girls arms began rising up, pulling out and up from behind her. In a moment Abbey found the pain in her shoulders becoming more and more concentrated as the chain rattled over the pulleys, pulling her wrists together.

Abbey thought something in her shoulders had popped. Again and again she screamed, her cries muffled by that awful rubber ball. She bent at the waist desperately trying to ease the pain in her shoulders. But Brother Geronimus kept pulling the chain, jerking her wrists up until they rose over her head. Surely, Abbey thought, her arms would snap off from the pressure.

"Oh, that's good, Sister. You're showing some promise there,”

Abbey screamed again, her teeth biting hard into the rubber.ball. Her feet swung free from the floor, her body Jangling two inches from the old wood. The pain was horrible, blotting out all thought from her mind except the pulsing agony shooting through both shoulders and arms. More than once she thought she could hear her bones snapping under the weight of her swinging body.

"Yaghhgfeghfff!”

Brother Geronimus attached the chain to a small iron hook driven into the wall behind him. He stood there behind the hapless teen, his lips curling into a hellish grin. Walking around to the girl, Brother Geronimus raised one hand, rubbing the flat of his palm against her right nipple. Abbey groaned, thinking she heard something snap in her left arm.

"Nice, nice, nipple.”

He drew his forefinger and thumb down, pinching the nub until she squealed. The movement resulting from the painful squeeze made Abbey kick and jerk, the bouncing moves tearing at her shoulders and arms. She squealed, unable to find comfort anywhere.

"Yaghhghghghfffff!”

"You're a quick study, Sister. Let's see if you can take more.”

Brother Geronimus turned, moving to the far wall and studying the various devices hanging there. Shaking the loose brown hair from her eyes Abbey stared tearfully at the grotesque figure. He reached for a whip, then drew his arm back and she could see the riding crop. Brother Geronimus turned, rubbing the handle up against his jock-sheathed cock while walking back to Abbey.

"Has anyone ever hit you… I mean, really struck you, Sister? Do you know the meaning of the pain? I mean, the beautiful meaning of it?”

Abbey could have shouted in his face that she did. Instead she only lowered her eyes, hoping somehow she would pass out before he began his horrid experiment with her.

"No, I don't think so. You'll learn the meaning of it tonight.”

Brother Geronimus walked around to her front, hefting one of her heavy-hanging tits. Abbey shivered, the cold touch of the leather sending thrills of delight through her tits and into her cunt. Abbey twisted her head around, ashamed to show the stud the lust she felt.

"Oh, a nice body, a good tight body," he said, his voice growing thick.

Abbey watched as he cocked his arm back like a muscular trigger. God help her, he was going to whip her senseless as she hung bound and gagged! Abbey bit into the rubber ball to help dull the pain as the crop whistled through the air.

Chapter 5

"Eaghghghghhhh!”

It was as if a hundred thousand hot coals had been dumped onto her belly. Abbey screamed through the rubber ball gag, her knees jerking up and nearly touching the rounded bottoms of her tits. Hot tears welled in her eyes as a long red mark appeared on her tummy.

"That's right, Sister. Now you're starting to learn the meaning of this kind of pain,” Brother Geronimus said, trailing the tip of the crop round the edges of her tits.

Abbey whimpered helplessly through her nose, her forehead wrinkled in terror while a pulse leaped at her throat. She felt so exposed, so… so naked in front of this maniac!

"Uhhhhh!”

Another blow, this one just above her right knee. Abbey heard the dry smacking sound of the black leather against her flesh. Then came the rushing sensation of pain tearing at her flesh. She snapped her head to one side, biting down hard on the rubber ball as the tears rushed down her cheeks. She sucked in lungfuls of air, wondering when this sick Brother Geronimus would let her go. Surely Betty would be wondering where she was.

"Ohhhhhhfffffff!”

Without cocking his arm, the big man lashed one end of the riding crop back-handed across her belly again, criss-crossing the original welt. Abbey's body jerked upward, bobbing up and down on the rattling chain like a puppet. Her shoulders popped again, her arms twisting up yet higher while the cuffs badly chafed both wrists. Her long brown hair swept over her face again and again, strands of it clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Another sharp, snapping blow landed between her thighs, bruising her flesh. Abbey squealed, her legs kicking out.

"I'm sure you're not a virgin, Sister. Few are your age nowadays. Think of this as your payment to God for having violated one of his holiest vows.”

"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!”

Abbey shook her head back and forth, her hair splashing over her throat and face. No, she wasn't paying for anything. She had fallen victim to this maniac, but she wasn't repenting for anything. She had been raped, forced to fuck Al and Paul.

"Aghghghhghhhffffff!”

Brother Geronimus slashed the crop across her right cheek, the leather nearly splitting her skin. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes while an odd buzzing sound cut through her head. Abbey choked on a stifled scream, the spittle gathering up once again behind the ball.

Another blow struck on her face, this one on her chin! Abbey snapped her head back, that move nearly breaking her shoulders and arms. How she wanted to swear at him, to tell him what a liar he was! While he was flaunting his religious robes, he became sexually aroused by hurting girls!

Peering down, Abbey easily made out the sharp outline of a hard-on pressing against the ribbed pouch of his jockstrap. Another dry smack, this one across the ass, made Abbey let out another squeal, her asscheeks cinching tightly together while her legs kicked forward. Behind and above her that awful chain rattled, tugging and yanking at her wrists and shoulders.

"No doubt," Brother Geronimus continued, "you'd like to come down from there and rejoin your cousin Betty. In time you will. But for now you're mine.”

The words sent a shudder of terror and revulsion down her spine. Brother Geronimus jerked his hand up again when he moved back in front of the girl, the crop slicing across her right nipple. The pain was excruciating and Abbey screamed through the rubber gag, jerking her head to one side.

The pain went on and on, like a raw cut touched to salt water. She ground her teeth against the ball once more, hating Brother Geronimus bitterly. She screwed her face into another mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of her mind. When he came near, Abbey jerked one leg out, her toes nearly catching the man squarely in the balls.

Brother Geronimus moved to one side, easily avoiding the blow. He smiled at her. "Good. I like someone who resists. It makes my job all the more pleasant.”

He slashed the end of the crop across Abbey's face, then brought it down hard against her belly once more. The teen writhed in agony from the pain of the cutting blows. Brother Geronimus licked his lips, watching the girl as she swung like a hung piece of meat from the low ceiling.

"I'm going to find out if you're virgin or not. Of course, I could tear the gag from your mouth and ask you. But you would probably lie, not to mention scream down the walls. This is far easier and more accurate.”

Abbey heard the crop drop to the floor and she sagged in her bonds, the chain still pulling dreadfully at her injured shoulders. The slashing blows across her belly and face had knocked the fight from her and she only groaned now when she felt the man's fingers teasing through her cuntal bush, plowing on up to her pussy.

“Mmmmmm, interesting. You're warm down there. Perhaps my teaching's having some effect.”

Her muscles spasmed involuntarily at his caress, sucking at the probing, wriggling finger. It was almost like having Al back, his fingers ripping through her cherry before he'd fucked her! Abbey closed her eyes, her tightening thighs rubbing against one another.

"No, I was right. Someone's gotten to you before I have. Well, no surprise.”

The rubbing, teasing caresses ended quickly. He moved his hand down, pulling at her cunt-hairs, twisting some of them out with his fist. Abbey brought her knees up protectively, screaming through that awful gag, coughing on the spit that was going down the wrong pipe.

"That's it, Abbey, that's it! You're learning fast about pain.”

Abbey could have laughed. Just a few feet away his cult groupies were working on handicrafts. Did any of them know of this building and what went on in it?

Again Brother Geronimus picked up the riding crop, slashing it across her belly, then moving around to her ass. He paused for a moment, turing the crop around and shoving the blunt end up against her sweaty ass crack. Abbey’s face became a mask of intense concentration as she felt the leather spreading her ass, worming its way into her tight ass crack. And then it slipped down a bit, touching the wrinkled gray/pink flesh of her asshole. Abbey squawked, her eyes bugging out.

“Nooooofffffff!”

For a moment the girl forgot about the horrible chains tearing at her arras and shoulders. She forgot about the dreadful slashing blows of the crop across her face, her tits, her belly and thighs. Now all that mattered was that hot, pressing sensation of the crop trying to squeeze its way into her, asshole.

"Nooooo!”

Brother Geronimus moved more closely to the screaming girl, both hands now on the rod as he twisted it slowly around and around. Abbey's legs jerked forward, her body bouncing frantically up and down the rattling chain above her. She begged him with muffled, strangled words to stop but of course Brother Geronimus didn't listen.

“Yaghfhfhfhhhfffffff!”

His words lost their shape as he screwed the tip of the crop into her asshole. A wild kind of spicy heat shot out from her violated asshole, richocheting into her cunt and making her clit pop out hot and hard.

How she hated herself for letting her cunt be so hot and tight right now. Brother Geronimus was abusing her horribly, and yet her pussy was warming. In and out, in and out the animal fucked her ass with that riding crop, laughing at her distress, telling her it was God's will that she suffer like this. When he hit the handle with one hand, jamming the crop like a spike into her guts, Abbey felt the room back out around her.

The agony in her shoulders, the tearing pain in her arms, and now this… this thing being fucked in the asshole! Her legs kicked out again, her tits slapping against one another. Her head hung down, rolling from side to side as she felt herself losing consciousness. It was at that point Brother Geronimus pulled the crop out of her-asshole with a sucking pop.

Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took. Gradually, reluctantly, Abbey felt herself returning to consciousness. She had nearly blacked out and what a blessing that would have been. But now she was fully aware, staring back at the dreadful Brother Geronimus. He smiled grimly at her, seeming about to speak. But then he changed his mind, slashing a double X across her lower belly with the small crop.

Abbey grunted, drawing her legs up protectively, feeling the strain grow terribly in her shoulders.

"You've had enough of this, I think. Now we go to other means of control.”

She felt the chain above her rattle, shaking her body gently as slowly she was lowered to the floor. When her feet flattened against the wood, Abbey let out a groan of thanks. Gradually the pain and tension in her shoulders and upper arms stopped and she could feel the warmth returning to her fingers. It was over-at least this phase of it was.

"Here, over here. I think it's about time you learn how I mix pleasure of the flesh with the pleasures of the Cross.”

Abbey stumbled forward, her belly and legs still aching from the terrible beating she'd endured. They were moving to a tall, three-legged, stool in front of that wooden barrel she'd spotted earlier. To one side was a rough-hewn cross with what looked like leather restraints hanging loose from the horizontal top board. Brother Geronimus stopped Abbey in front of the cross, only then unfastening her handcuffs.

"Raise your arms, Sister. Raise them up to the cross.”

His voice was almost mystic as she rubbed her chafed wrists together. Sniffing, moving her tongue around behind the gagging ball, Abbey did as she was told. He backed against the rough wood, stretching one arm up to the right end of the cross and flattening it against the support. Abbey felt the one leather thong tightened around her arm, just below the cuff.

"Now the other.”

Abbey did as she was told, soon held tightly in a crucifixion position. Her elbows bent slightly down while her arms stretched put to the ends of the cross. At least her feet were, on the floor.

"There, just like our Savior. And maybe like Him you'll find truth in the end.”

What was he talking about? Brother Geronimus didn't bother to elaborate. Dragging the three-legged stool over to her, he instructed the girl to sit on it.

Oh God, there was something sticking straight out from the center of the seat! It was a cock, or something that looked like one! It had to be at least eleven inches long and at its base little spikes stood out. She'd surely kill herself taking on something like that! Abbey folded one leg over the other, pleading up at Brother Geronimus. But she could see she would find no mercy there.

"Sit, Sister. Sit and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh mixed with the more spiritual ones,” he said, glancing up at her extended arms.

He bumped the stool against her right leg. Abbey straightened her legs as he jammed the stool under her. Somehow she managed to keep her young pussy away from the dildo, bracing her legs on either side of the rungs while straining every inch of her body above that awful-looking thing.

“Very good. Resisting temptation. But I have something else, something else that’ll make you change your mind about sitting down, Sister.”

Brother Geronimus moved to the barrel, rolling it forward with some effort. Abbey could tell there was something in it, the gentle sloshing sounds told her that.

From the shelf he took a rubber hose, screwing it to one of the spigots sticking from the wooden sides. Attached to the other end was another spigot and this Brother Geronimus rubbed carefully with his finger turning it on. A spray of liquid shot out, wetting down Abbey's right leg. Beer! A keg of cheap beer here in the building!

"We keep a keg or two around for the brothers and sisters when it gets warm. There's nothing wrong in having a sip or two. Monks and even nuns used a weak beer in the Medieval Ages to quench their thirst," Brother Geronimus explained, moving around to her ass.

He was rubbing the spigot against her thighs, grinning all the while. And then suddenly he moved quickly, sticking the steel spigot into her asshole with one quick movement.

“Mfmmfmfmmfffffff!”

At the same time her reached up and unfastened the rubber ball gag, tearing it from her mouth. Abbey smacked her dry lips, then screamed with all her soul.

"Aiiieeeeeee! Oh, oh, take it out! Please, dear God in heaven, take it out!

It felt so good to shout, to scream as loudly as she could. She felt her ass muscles cinching together around that horrid intrusion, trying to squeeze it out as if it were a huge lump of shit. But that horrible thing stayed inside, spreading her guts open.

"Your ordeal isn't over yet. Sister. You must sit down.”

"No, no, no!”

Abbey shook her head. Oh, this was worse than the chains, worse than being strung up from the ceiling! She heard Brother Geronimus positioning the stool under her ass. Panicking, the girl jerked her ass up as high as she could tensing her arm muscles against the cross behind her and arching her spine to keep her cunt from that killing dildo below.

Abbey had tried desperately not to be impaled on that monstrous cock. The nails at the base of it would cut her pussy to shreds if that dildo didn't split her in two. She felt Brother Geronimus put his big hands on her shoulders, pushing her down onto that awful dildo.

"Nooooo!”

Abbey closed her eyes, jerking her head from left to right. She could feel it now, feel the blunt, cold tip of the plastic dildo touching her pussy lips. They flinched, trembling. Abbey’s muscles tightened, cramped as she felt it spreading her cunt lips apart, touching the hot, sensitive area between her inner and outer cunt labes, then tunneling on down her pussy. Abbey thought her spine would snap from the tension.

“Uhhhhhhhh!”

Abbey felt wave after wave of unspeakable humiliation flowing through her. She was being fucked again, but this time by an inanimate object-this. Dildo! She felt her cunt tightening around that thing, sucking at it as if it were a real prick and she started to cry, Brother Geronimus moved in front of her, slowly pulling down his jockstrap. Through eyes blurred with tears Abbey saw his bristling black cockhairs and the fat root of his prick. His cock was much bigger than Al's prick!

"Now you'll take care of me. You'll suck my cock, Sister, suck it good and dry until I cum in your mouth. If you've never done something like that before, I'll teach you.”

He pushed the jockstrap all the way down, revealing a ten-inch killer cock with a fat, purple head! Brother Geronimus tossed it to one side, scratching his fat, leathery balls.

Abbey flinched, licking her dry lips and pulling her arms against the straps that wouldn't give way. But, in spite of everything, Abbey felt her cuntflesh throbbing against that invading dildo, growing warm and moist. How could she look at herself in the mirror knowing she'd given herself up not only to Al, but to this disgusting man and his kinky ways?

Chapter 6

Brother Geronimus leaned over to the faucet of the barrel. As he did, his cock brushed against the girl's face and Abbey trembled, waiting to have her throat drilled by that fat, long cock.

"Do you like that touch, Sister? Do you like having a man's cock rub over your face?”

Abbey looked up at him. In her dull misery, she had no response.

"Answer me!”

"No!”

Abbey was rewarded for her lie with a sharp slap across her face.

"We do several things here. Lying's not one of them.”

"You… you hypocrite!" she sputtered, blinking away the blinding tears. "You're a lie. Everything here's a lie. This isn't a religious retreat. It's a… a… ”

Brother Geronimus only smiled at her, shaking his head while turning on the spigot.

"Ahhghghghghhh!”

Abbey gasped, her body snapping to life as she felt the rush of the cold water splash into her warm bowels. The membranes contracted violently, snapping tight around the steel nozzle. Her body twitched while her ass bounced up and down finally making contact with the spikes at the base of the long plastic cock.

The prickling sensations of those tiny blades nearly pierced her ass and cuntal flesh. With another sharp scream the girl jerked her ass up off the stool. How her leg and thigh muscles ached to keep her pussy away from those horrid mini spikes! Surely they would cut her ass to ribbons!

"That's it, Sister. You're quickly learning discipline, the discipline of pain and the ecstasy of the cross.”

More than once Abbey tried to jerk her arms down from the crucifix. But the thongs held her tight. Brother Geronimus laughed at her dilemma.

"Take your pleasure. Bounce up and down. But remember that the spikes will cut up your ass if you sag down too low," he warned.

She could see his black eyes were glistening with lust. Yes, she could see just how excited Brother Geronimus was to have a victim in his hands. And all the while that awful enema was spilling in more and more water, making her belly expand strangely. Some of the water was spraying out, dotting her ass with fine droplets.

"Now, eat.”

Brother Geronimus moved up to her, holding his cock with one hand. He rubbed the bloated prick tip over her lips, moving it up to her nose, then up to her eyes. Abbey smacked her dry lips again, remembering how Paul had forced her to suck his cock only earlier that day. She was doing it again, only this time it was a so-called religious man who was forcing her. Moving the prick back down once more, Brother Geronimus tensed his ass and pressed it against her lips.

Abbey had no choice. Swallowing hard, she opened her mouth, feeling the prick scraping over her bottom teeth, over her tongue, finally against her tonsils.

He kept telling her to think of the cross behind her, of her arms stretched out. He was moving his hips back and forth, holding her head as Paul had done while rodding her mouth.

There were times Abbey could feel his balls slapping up against her chin. Whenever her teeth scraped against his cock, Brother Geronimus slapped her against the right side of her head, reminding her to open up more for him.

"Ohhhh, that's it, Sister. You know what to do. Move your tongue around that way, make me… ohhhhh yeahhh, yeahhhh, that's it.”

He pulled his cock out now, leaving only the blood-bloated head resting on her pouty pussylip. He told her to move her lips around it, to suck down as hard as she could. This Abbey did, noting how smooth and slick the flared tip of a man's cock was compared to the sides, ridged with all those blue rope-like veins. Brother Geronimus made grunting sounds, his fingers tightening around her skull.

"Good, Sister. That's good, very good. You're learning quickly.”

How strange it was to be sitting there, a dildo up her cunt, a spigot up her ass while her arms were stretched out in some unholy position mocking the crucifixion! Her shoulders spasmed while she sank back down on the dildo without thinking. Only when she felt it nudging her cervix and felt the spikes pricking her asscheeks did the teen cry out and snatch her body up from the stool top.

"Uhfhhfhfhhffffff!”

Abbey was already highly aroused, the ass-filling water from that enema somehow adding to the sparking sensations going off in her cunt.

"Ohhhh, suck my cock, Sister. Get that tight little mouth around it now.”

Brother Geronimus moved his cock back in all the way, rubbing his hairy crotch up against her nose, flattening it with his hard-muscled belly. Abbey coughed, gagging on her spit and his cum. Abbey felt her entire body was floating in some kind of liquid. The water was bloating her ass, making her feel as if her bowels would surely explode. But at the same time that bouncing and the cock-sucking were making her more and more aroused. As her unholy pleasure built, her pain diminished. She tugged at the thongs holding her arms out-stretched on the cross, enjoying the resulting feeling of bondage.

Abbey Could taste more and more of the pre-cum oozing from Brother Geronimus's cockslit. The touch of his cock against her tonsils made her higher and higher and the agony from having been trussed up and beaten faded. The girl started to get the hang of moving up and down on that plastic cock, learning to fuck herself. After a few more stabbing punctures from the tiny steel spikes, Abbey learned to tense her thigh muscles just enough to limit the bouncing of her ass, making sure she didn't cut herself too badly.

As the plastic dildo rubbed against her increasingly itchy pussy more and more juice frothed out from her hot cunthole. The slick clicking of her pussy against the smooth sides of that dildo added to the excitement of her tongue flicking around the sensitive underside of Brother Geronimus's hot cock.

"Ohhhh yesss, Sister. You know how to suck a man's cock. You've done this before, you little bitch! You've sinned badly like this before to do it so good!”

Abbey felt her cuntflesh giving way again and again in front of the dildo as she rose and fell, rose and fell on that horrid thing. The more she bounced up and down, the hotter Abbey felt herself becoming. She was out of control, spinning down and down like a jet airplane without a tail. Her juices were spraying out of her pussy, wetting down the iron spikes sticking out around that long, inanimate cock. Her tits nearly slapped her chin as her movements became more and more violent.

Flattening out her tongue, she rubbed it back and forth, back and forth, concentrating on that groove right below the cockhead. Her mouth was coated with his juices as Brother Geronimus jack-hammered his cockrod into her mouth, swearing and cursing like a sailor. His filthy mouth excited her. Again the girl jerked her arms against the cross, loving the rough, splintery sensations of the beam against her flesh. Her mouth was making wet sucking noises as she glided her tongue up and down on Brother Geronimus's swollen cockmeat.

As she became more and more used to sucking his prick, she became more inventive with her tongue. There were times the girl drew her head back, pushing the tip of her tongue into the tiny piss-slit and drawing up more juices from his balls. Brother Geronimus appreciated her creativity, swearing at her and nearly crushing her head with his big hands. His hips slammed wildly against her face and she slurped his cockjuices, sucking his prick so hard her cheeks caved in.

As her lust mounted, her aches and pains blended into a weird stew of wild pleasure. She wanted to be hurt more, to feel that prickling of pain against her ass from those spikes to heighten the erotic effects of her bondage. The pressure in her belly was incredible as more and more water sprayed into her asshole from that unholy spigot.

"Uhhhh, Sister, I'm gonna cum… right in your mouth, gonna shoot!”

From his strained tone of voice Abbey knew he was close. She moaned against his groin, the resulting vibrations driving Brother Geronimus higher and higher. When she began tasting an increased flood of his cum oozing from his piss-slit, the girl went crazy. She started bobbing up and down on that plastic cock harder and deeper and she felt it gouging her cunt. The steel spikes at the bottom bit and chewed into her asscheeks, increasing her pleasure. There was no more pain, no more agony, no more fear. The only thing that counted now was the mounting pressure and desire in her cunt.

"Uhfhxhfhhfhf!”

And as she bounced up and down, her mouth sucked greedily against Brother Geronimus's cock. Her asseheeks jiggled and twitched against the stool as the steel spikes bit and nipped at her ass. She moaned wildly. And then-and then she felt the bleachy flood of the holy man's cock against the back of her throat.

He shouted something, gripping and twisting her hair until several strands ripped from her scalp. But Abbey didn't care. She was soaring high above in her own special sexual ecstasy. Swallowing down the squirts of cum as quickly as they shot from Brother Geronimus's prickhead, the girl squealed. Her hips and ass went wild as she bounced up and down, sticking her cunt wildly with that warm thick cock.

Her climax peaked like a thunderbolt shooting through her. The girl could hardly breathe! Brother Geronimus held her tightly, keeping his cock buried all the way until the last of his cum shot. Abbey sucked as hard as she could, feeling her clit sputtering again and again while her cuntal walls milked hard at that plastic prick. Slowly, gradually she began to come down. Reality trickled in through her sexual fog, making her all too aware of her situation.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!”

She was too relaxed now to keep the stiffened position against the cross behind her. The spikes stuck into her ass as she rested on the stool. Her cunt was still quivering, clutching and squeezing wetly against the dildo. The room was quiet except for the heavy steady panting of the two satisfied beings. As Abbey came down from her high, the enema started cramping her gut and she knew she was going to disgrace herself and shit on the floor if he didn't pull that thing out soon!

Brother Geronimus slid his cock out of her mouth with a maddening slowness. Abbey was panting now from the pain laced heavily with panic as she became sure she would shit all over herself.

“There, Sister, in there you may relieve yourself from the pressure.”

He pointed to a small door at one end of the room, having yanked the spigot from her asshole with one jerk. Abbey screamed, clutching her asshole muscles together while he unbound her arms from the cross, then helped her from the awful stool. She staggered to the bathroom barely making it.

The explosion of the liquid contents of her bowels was so powerful that the relief she felt was so profound that, the girl felt herself experiencing a mini orgasm. Whimpering and wiping the tears from under her eyes, she washed her hands in the filthy sink, all the while looking for some way to get out. But Brother Geronimus and his helpers had been careful in making this building and it was a virtual fortress. She came back but, lowering her eyes in shame.

"There, there, Sister. I think you're going to be a fine new member of our group.”

"My cousin. She isn't… isn't a member… is she?”

The thought suddenly occurred to her that Betty had lured her here and was herself one of Brother Geronimus's private whores!

"Not yet. Let's say your… eh, conversion, was something of a wonderful surprise.”

Abbey kept her head down, not daring to look at Brother Geronimus. She had revealed herself to him, shown him her delight at being abused this way while being fucked.

"I want you against the wall, Sister. Over there," Brother Geronimus said, pointing to the far western wall.

Abbey did as she was told, grateful the beating and bondage had stopped if only for a while. She shuffled across the rectangular room, stopping by the wall and turning around. Abbey had been, quick to notice a leather strap attached to the boards at her height. Brother Geronimus said nothing, pulling the strap around her throat then fastening it with a soft click to a buckle on the other side of her neck. The girl could barely swallow and she found it difficult to move her head other than a few degrees in either direction.

"I want to make sure you won't leave. I think it's time I introduce your foolish cousin into this matter.”

Brother Geronimus picked up his jockstrap and slipped it back on, drawing his long brown robe over his body and appearing once again like a religious monk. Abbey nearly choked with laughter, remembering how his face had been contorted with lust as he'd whipped and fucked her. And now he was going to drag Betty into this.

The seconds alone ticked by maddeningly slowly. Once or twice Abbey tried the strap around her throat but found the lock had been firmly fastened. At last Brother Geronimus returned with her cousin in tow.

"I don't understand why Abbey… oh my God!" Betty drew her hands to her mouth, staring with wonder at Abbey's naked body. She wheeled around, looking questioningly at Brother Geronimus.

"You've discovered the little secret of our group-both of you. Those discussion groups you heard were only part of what we believe in," Brother Geronimus said, his voice growing terrifying powerful. "Your cousin has begun to learn this. It's your turn now.”

Betty struggled, screaming, twisting like a woman damned while Brother Geronimus stripped her clothing from her. When the cotton panties were ripped from her thighs, Betty stumbled backward, falling on her naked ass. Wildly she tried protecting her tits and cunt by hugging her upper arms in and spreading her fingers over her pussy.

"Up, bitch!”

Jerking Betty up to a standing position he shoved her forward to a horizontal wooden bar that hung, gently over her head.

"Oh Abbey, I'm so sorry," Betty sobbed, shaking her head.

Brother Geronimus told the girls to shut up as he ordered the trembling blonde to raise her arms. Betty obeyed, still looking around disbelievingly. Brother Geronimus adjusted the bar to her height, strapping her wrists tightly to the wood with long leather things.

“Spread your legs, please.”

Sobbing, Betty did as she was told. From her position nearby Abbey could see that a set of chains approximately five feet apart were attached to two rings driven into the floor. Corresponding cuffs were adjoined to the chains at the other end. Brother Geronimus had planned his room well.

He slipped the cuffs around Betty’s ankles, tightening them until the girl threw back her head and groaned. Smiling, Brother Geronimus once again slipped off his robe, revealing his strong, handsome body to the young girls. Betty looked wide-eyed, crying and shaking her head as he pulled the chain attached to the overhead bar.

“Yghghghhhhh!”

Abbey groaned for her cousin, watching as Betty’s arms trembled under the resulting strain. She was being stretched taut, her body forming a broad X. In a moment the muscles stretched, pressing hard against her glistening flesh as the chain stretched under the brother’s tugging.

“Oh, stop it! Stop it! You’re hurting her,” Abbey cried out.

Brother Geronimus ignored their desperate pleas. He stopped only when her feet had been pulled up off the floor so just her toes touched the ground while the anklets chafed her flesh. Her legs trembled, the sinews and tendons stretched to their tearing point. Betty let her head fall forward, her moth dropping open in horror and pain as Brother Geronimus affixed the chain to the wall.

"Your cousin learned to enjoy this. Perhaps you will too, Sister.”

"Abbey… oh God, it hurts so!”

Brother Geronimus moved and started to gently play with her long, naked nipples.

"There, that feels better, no? But I won't take all the time playing with this nice thing. We've got much to do, Sister.”

Playfully he pinched each tit-bud he had teased hard, nodding reflectively when Betty asked him if he was going to beat her as Abbey had suggested in her pleas.

"But with each stroke you'll find yourself reaching a spiritual plane higher than you've ever dreamed, Sister," he said, his black eyes glittering with lust and excitement.

Chapter 7

The whipping and beating proceeded unhindered by Betty's howls and shrieks. This time Brother Geronimus used a small cat-o'-nine tails, the thin strips of leather whistling in the air, then smacking down dryly against the blonde's lightly tanned flesh. Betty howled, her tightly drawn body jerking and twitching against the chains. Again and again the cat struck, reddening Betty's ass and inner thighs.

Brother Geronimus was careful to bring the whip close to her pussy but not yet touch it. When the leather strips bit into the flesh near her cunt, Betty's eyes bulged out, her eyelids flickering while her mouth opened to let out a rush of air. Her nostrils flared while her fingers wrapped tightly around the clattering chain and bar assembly above her.

"Now, we'll try for something else, Sister. The two of you will write letters to your parents, announcing that you've decided to join this cult.”

"No!" Abbey shouted from the far side of the room. She had to be careful. One false move and the restraint would choke her to death.

Brother Geronimus laughed, shaking his head from side to side. "I'm not going to let two good converts like you escape. You've seen too much. Besides,” he added, tracing one finger along Betty's right tit. "You're the best I've got here for my… uhhh, tastes. Brother Septillian has similar tastes and he'll be here shortly.”

"Oh no, no, I'll never do it," Betty sobbed, shaking her head violently. "My parents would never believe it anyway.”

"We've already developed a letter, or several of them, that are very convincing," Brother Geronimus said, rubbing his cock gently with one hand. “They'll believe 'it. Children are running away to cults all the time for no apparent reason. They'll believe.”

Betty was about to object once more when she saw the cat dangling in her eyes. She shut her mouth, grinding her teeth together as the weapon whistled through the thickening air. It came down with a vengeance between her jutting shoulder-blades and the girl let out another howl, her spine curving outward while her knees jerked. The shooting pain made her cunt and asshole pucker.

Abbey howled along with her cousin, again trying to unfasten the lock with her fingers. But it was impossible. She stood there, her back rubbing against the wooden wall, watching her cousin being whipped and humiliated.

"Now, we'll try something I've never done to my converts before.”

"Wh… what?”

Betty shivered, peering over her shoulder as Brother Geronimus moved around to the back shelf and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant.

"Are you a virgin?”

"Y-y-yes," Betty stammered, her lower lip quivering.

Abbey too shivered, remembering just how painful it was to lose her cherry.

"I respect that. I'm going to try something else, then.”

Abbey watched as he opened the small jar and stuck his fingers in. Brother Geronimus looked at the hanging girl's rounded ass, smoothing one hand greedily over the fleshy curves. Betty threw back her head, fearful of what was going to happen. He bent his knees slightly, kneeling until his face was even with her asscrack. Setting the cream jar down gently to one side, Brother Geronimus spread the girl's asscheeks with his hands, burying his face in the crack.

Abbey wasn't exactly sure what he was doing but she could hear his loud slurping and see Betty's startled expression. Oh God, he was sucking at her asshole! Abbey felt something like a pinch of heated excitement biting at her clit. She could well imagine how something hot and wet and wriggly would feel against her shitter. Just the thought of having something caressing her asshole made the young brunette gasp with delight.

"Uhhhhhhh!”

Brother Geronimus continued to eat Betty's ass, his fingers digging more deeply into the girl's reddened asscheeks while his face twisted from side to side. Abbey could hear the tongue and lips kissing her cousin's asshole and there were times when Betty closed her eyes, her lips moving against one another.

"Oh yes, Sister, you have a good, tight hot little ass. We'll see just how tight it's going to be after I get through with it.”

Abbey stared curiously at the holy man as he picked up that jar once more and greased his right forefinger. Moving back behind the girl, he prodded her asshole with the digit gently at first. Betty's face contorted, her mouth opening again while she let out a tiny little gasp. Abbey watched as her cousin's arms and legs trembled slightly, making the bar and chain rattle.

"Ahhhhhhh!”

Betty let out a gasp of air as Brother Geronimus let his finger slip into her asshole. The girl snapped her head back with a groan, her knees shivering. The big man laughed at her reaction, fucking her with that big, rough digit. It was like having an enema, Abbey thought, her mind wandering back to the moment when Brother Geronimus had shoved the spigot up her asshole. How spicy and deliciously forbidden that pressure had felt in her ass when all that cold water had started spraying into her asshole.

Brother Geronimus used his free hand to ease Betty backward, impaling the girl's ass on his finger. Then, picking up the jar once more he poured some directly on the crack of her ass, letting it dribble down her inner thighs. Betty groaned with disgust at the runny sensation, her forehead wrinkling with revulsion.

He moved that finger rhythmically in and out, twisting it around, burying it in the girl's asshole until his knuckles rubbed up against the stretched, wrinkled flesh of her asshole. Betty's cries had diminished somewhat, her ass getting used to being violated in this way. There was more lotion, more fingers, a second, then a third. He twisted the fingers around and around, listening to the girl's howls turn into sobs of shame and delight.

"Unnhhhhhh!”

Abbey wasn't sure what she was watching. She knew the big man was fucking her cousin with his fingers, drawing them in and out of her ass with soft, sucking sounds. They were the kind of sounds that made Abbey think of a pole pulling out of sticky mud.

"Oh God!”

He slipped in a fourth digit and she heard Betty let out a terrible shout, her face turning red, then white as the blood drained from her cheeks. Once more the girl had snapped her head back, letting out a low, throaty groan. Abbey blinked her eyes, straining through the semi-darkness to see what was going on!

"Oh my God!”

She could see her cousin's nipples were fully extended while a red flush had spread itself over her belly. Betty screamed she was being torn apart and Abbey remembered having shouted that way, too.

"Aghghghhhhghghhh!”

Oh God! Abbey could see that the holy man had his whole hand inside her cousin's bowels. Betty screamed and screamed, her head snapping from left to right while the twisted tendons and muscles bulged against her sweaty flesh.

"Oh no, no, no!”

Betty shrieked down the walls, her arms twitching as if someone had touched an electric wire to them! In and out, in and out, over and over again he shoved his fist into her ass, making the girl whimper and scream. Abbey could see her cousin's ass muscles reacting, clenching, relaxing, then clenching again as the big man fist-fucked Betty.

"Does it hurt, Sister?”

"Oh yes, yes… aghghghhhhh!”

"Good, then think of the pleasure. The two are together, Sister. You can't have one really without the other. Think about it," Brother Geronimus whispered, withdrawing his fist part way, then slamming it back in until his wrist disappeared between the fleshy mounds of her ass.

"Aghghghghghhhggg!”

The screams were terrible! Abbey turned her head away more than once, feeling her mouth grow dry as she thought of the terrible agony her cousin Betty was enduring. And this was to be her holy refuge, her retreat!

"Ohhhhhhh!”

"You feel it now, Sister? You feel your cunt warming up while I fuck you with my fist?”

"Oh, oh, oh!”

After a while there was a decided change in Betty's groans. The girl's head hung forward, the blood having long since returned to her cheeks. Abbey could hear the strange liquid sounds as the big man fucked her cousin harder and faster with his hands. Abbey had the strange suspicion that Betty was starting to enjoy this horror!

"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh!”

With each fuck-stroke Brother Geronimus's cock hardened against the back of her leg. Betty began bucking her hips backward as much as she could, the chains overhead rattling from her movements. Yes, 'she was turning onto it, actually fucking her ass backward while Brother Geronimus slammed his curled fingers hard into her ass. Betty muttered something, her blonde hair plastered to her dampened forehead and cheeks. Her lips were working against one another again. Gumming? Had she whispered that she was going to climax? Abbey shook her head, not believing that!

“Cummmmmmm!”

Betty cried out the magic word, her head jerking backward, her eyes closed tightly. Her body was trembling and sweating from the orgasm racing through her empty cunt. Brother Geronimus watched with a leer, twisting his hand around and around inside her stretched bowels as the girl shivered through her climax. Then, slowly he pulled his arm and hand from her plowed ass one slow, maddening inch at a time. His fist made a plopping sound when the last of his fingers came out.

"Feels good, right, Sister? Just like taking a healthy shit!”

"Ohhhhhnooooo!”

"But I'm not through yet, Sister. You haven't finished with me yet.”

Brother Geronimus was fiddling with her cunt, pulling at it and playing with the clit. In a few moments Abbey could see Betty was aroused again. All that fist-fucking, all the whipping had overloaded Betty's mind. She no longer knew what decency was, what normal was. She just hung there, her body stretched to the ripping point while Brother Geronimus played with her cunt. The girl trembled again, biting her pouty lower lip as her tits bounced against her chest. Her breath was coming in clumsy, animalistic grunts and at that moment nothing, Abbey knew, mattered to her except the hot, tight, itchy feeling growing between her splayed thighs.

Moving a small box over, he climbed onto it, gripping her hipbones with both hands and steadying himself. Abbey watched as he rubbed his cock over her cousin's ass, letting it slip into her greased asscrack. Then he caressed the tense, rubbery rim of her cuntal mouth, peeling the puffy, greasy labes back, back and exposing the dark pink of her inner lips. Abbey watched in fascination, realizing that her mouth and throat were dry!

"Ohhh, no!”

Betty leaned back as much as she could, obviously enjoying the touch of his cock against her asshole. Brother Geronimus slowly folded her swollen outer labes back, caressing the insides of her cuntlips with his fingernails. The girl's knees shuddered at the moment he touched her clit. Again and again he rubbed one finger against the extended bud, pushing it down, then letting it spring up from the surrounding dark-pink, moist cuntflesh. Juice trickled freely from Betty's cunt.

"Oh, yes, Sister, you'd be so nice to fuck. But I've prepared another part of you for this.”

With that he bent his knees, pressing them against the backs of her legs. Abbey watched with envy and horror as the big stud slipped his cock into her cousin's asshole. In one single stroke all eleven inches of his cock slipped into her asshole, his balls rubbing up against the rounded bottom swells of her ass.

Betty's face blanched again, her nostrils flaring widely as a moan escaped her lips. Brother Geronimus pressed his face against the back of Betty's neck, biting her while fucking her asshole harder, harder, his belly making wet, slapping sounds against her asscheeks.

"Ohh! Huhhhrrr! Huhrhhrhhr!”

Betty cried out each time his prick slammed home, her body shaking and jerking with his fuck-thrusts. How long Brother Geronimus fucked the other girl Abbey had no idea. It seemed like a century. In a while, however, his breathing and raspy moans told the chained brunette that he was about to fire his load into cousin Betty's asshole!

"Oh yeah, Sister, going to do it!" he groaned, his face tense, eager. "Going to cum right in your ass, and you're going to love it.”

His fingers worked more frantically around the girl's cunt. Betty was enjoying it, Abbey could see that. He slipped his fingers around her cunthole, pinching her clit, teasing it, slipping his fingers in and out of her virgin pussy in fucking movements. Betty tensed again, her cries turning into grunts. Her tits jiggled and slapped together while her stomach muscles tightened and rippled. Abbey felt her own cunt tightening oddly. And when it appeared that the two were about to cum the brunette teen also felt a mini climax race through her pussy, making her gasp and moan while her ass rubbed excitedly against the slippery, splintery wall behind her.

"Uhhhhhhhhh… “

"Oh yeah, Sister, yeahh… fuckin' Jesus, gonna do it!" Brother Geronimus yelled, his head braced against Betty's neck while his fingers gripped her cunt.

Betty howled, twisting around, begging him to fuck her more. It was incredible! Abbey thought. Cousin Betty, normally so demure and perky, was rutting like some forest beast, offering her ass to this stranger while his fingers fucked her cunt!

"Yaghghghhhhhh!”

Brother Geronimus was cumming. His feet nearly slipped from the overturned box he was standing on and his body hugged tightly up against the girl's as his cock spit out gobs of white-hot spunk down into her ass. At the same time Betty was having her massive orgasm, her clit twitching up against the flailing fingertips.

Abbey watched in growing disbelief, her breath short, panting. How she envied cousin Betty for having that massive climax!

"Your asshole will be tender for some time," Brother Geronimus said, pulling his prick slowly from her ass.

"Uhhhhhh… ”

Betty shivered, her head hanging down between her outstretched arms. Abbey saw the dribbles of cum oozing from her cousin's asshole as Brother Geronimus pulled his jockstrap back on, obviously satisfied.

"Now, I'll get those letters the two of you are going to write. It will have to be in your own handwriting, so I suggest you steady yourselves. All right?”

He slipped his robe back on, hurrying from the room and closing the door softly behind him. Abbey rubbed her damp palms against her thighs, feeling the final twitches of her climax rush through her cunt.

"Betty, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"I… I don't know," the girl answered after a few moments' pause. "I don't know. I thought… I thought I could find myself here, you know? I mean, they were so happy and they were doing good things. And now… and now he… he did this awful thing to me, and… ”

Betty couldn't finish the sentence. She broke into tears, her words choked by her moans as more cum drooled from her stretched asshole.

"No, don't worry about it. We'll figure out something. I promise we will.”

The time passed slowly until Brother Geronimus returned with several sheets of paper. He freed Abbey first, pulling her to a small table and showing her the format of the letter he'd brought for her to copy. At first she refused to write. But when he threatened her with even more grotesque torments, Abbey caved in. Her cousin agreed as well. For better or worse they were captives, slaves to this man and his staff. Oh God, what would become of them?

Chapter 8

"Wh… what was that?”

Betty hugged up close to Abbey, throwing one hand around her cousin and trembling with fear.

"I don't know. Rats?”

Rats! She wouldn't have been surprised at anything Brother Geronimus would have done to them. It had been nearly two days since they'd first been held against their wills. The letters had been sent off but the girls had not left the complex.

"I'm so sore… from the other day, Abbey. Oh, he hurt me so!”

"I know… ”

Nothing had happened since that awful night with Brother Geronimus but they had been left hanging for nearly an hour before he let them down. Betty complained about how her shoulder ached and how she thought her knee had been broken during the savage beating. Of course, Brother Geronimus had been careful not to do that. Freeing the two girls, he marched them naked through the compound and around the house. Several other members of the cult saw them, and Abbey thought at first with some hope they would respond with some help. But instead they only smiled, going back into the house to continue their shop work. They're all in this together, Abbey realized. Never, never would she and Betty get out of this without some outside help. But where would that help come from?

"Oh, if only we could get loose," Betty moaned.

Abbey agreed, sinking into a reverie about open fields with farmhands working in the sun. It would be like pictures she'd seen at the art museum. Nothing but peace, peace and quiet. But then a shrill scream of terror cut through the clammy air of the cellar into which the two girls had been pitched.

"What is it?" Abbey asked breathlessly.

The shriek had come from her cousin. Betty was practically crawling on top of her, her tits nestled comfortably up against Abbey's chin.

"Something touched me! Oh God! Something thick and furry touched me!”

The girl was hysterical. Abbey shook her, feeling her own senses reeling. They were shut up in the basement of the old house. They could barely see. The only thing she knew was that there was a small commode and the stench was awful!

"Oh please, look around to make sure there aren't any… rats around, Abbey. You're stronger than I am. Please, please.”

"All right. I promise."

Abbey felt the blood rushing through her veins, her hair standing up on the back of her neck. The thought of running into a large rat held no thought of joy for her.

Abbey felt her flesh crawling with revulsion as she touched the snail-slimy floor of the basement. Narrowing her eyes, the girl searched the basement for any signs of movement. There was nothing. Still Betty encouraged her to move around a little more to be sure. Reluctantly the girl did her cousin's bidding, again thinking of those horrid rats, the stories of how they'd attacked babies in their cribs and eaten them before the horrified mothers could beat them away. Is that what Geronimus had in mind for them?

"Uhhhhh… ”

Abbey crawled around a little more, feeling with her hands. The basement was large, nearly as large as the house above it. Her muscles were starting to tighten and cramp from the long hours she and her cousin had spent caged in this damp, dark place. The floor was rough in spots, tearing her knees. "Find anything?”

"No, nothing. I think it was your imagination. I don't remember hearing anything that… ”

Abbey stopped, her heart beating quickly. She thought she'd heard the skittering of a small animal somewhere in front of her. There was something there!

"Is something wrong?" Betty quailed.

"No, no, I got a cramp in my knee."

Abbey rose from her knees, keeping one hand on the wall as she moved back to her cousin Betty. She drew her torn skirt and blouse closer to her body, the garments Brother Geronimus had given back to both her and her cousin after they had signed their letters.

"Nothing to worry about," Abbey said, casting a worried look at Betty.

Oh, how hungry she was! Only now did she realize how empty her stomach was. A plate of some kind of flat-tasting cereal had been handed to them each morning and evening- hardly enough to fill their young bellies.

Suddenly Abbey heard sounds, footsteps descending from behind the wall. She tensed, grabbing her cousin's arms with her fingers.

"They're coming for us," Betty whispered, her body trembling.

"Oh God!”

The door opened. Abbey shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric light behind Brother Geronimus. Someone else was behind him. Betty squeezed her arm in terror as one man advanced.

"I'm sorry to keep you here," he said, frowning around at the walls. "The accommodations aren't very good. But I find it's humbling and quieting to put a new convert here at the start. The dark and quiet have calming effects, don't you agree?”

"Ohhh… ”

Abbey had thought of so many things to say, so many ways to get back at him. Now all she could do was crouch like a frightened kitten beneath him, panting with terror and rage, wondering what he was going to do now.

"I want to introduce you to Brother Septillian. He runs the area with me, Sisters. I think you'll find him most interesting.”

A tall man also in a brown robe moved up behind Brother Geronimus, his hands pressed prayerfully together. Hypocrites! Abbey thought once more, wondering who they were trying to fool with their ridiculous act.

"I've got the room ready once more, Brother.”

"Fine, Septillian. We'll take the girls with us now.”

Abbey and Betty were forced up from the relative security of the basement. As horrible as being held prisoner here was, at least no one was hurting them, taunting them, beating them. Now with two of the brothers around them, Abbey could only guess at what would happen.

"Ohhh, Abbey, I'm afraid," Betty whispered as they reached the first floor and walked outside.

It was twilight and the air was crisp. Ahead of them Abbey could see light coming from the two windows of frosted glass in the large building before them. The memory of all that had happened to both her and her cousin returned in one crashing wave. More would happen, she was certain.

"Inside, Sisters.”

They stepped in, stopping in the doorway with a gasp of surprise. The others were there, all the members of the cult in their robes. Make-shift bleachers had been set up to one side of the building. The members of this cult looked up, staring with curiosity at Betty and Abbey.

"You too will be allowed to wear the robes… after you've proven yourselves," tall, blond Brother Septillian said. "I'll take this one first.”

He grabbed Abbey, pulling her toward the opposite side of the building. She blushed furiously, one leg tripping over the other as she tugged back against the big man. Septillian was incredibly handsome, a blond beach god. He could have been a lifeguard or something with his muscular good-looks. But instead he was helping run this sadist's camp.

"We'll start with this."

Brother Septillian gestured at a sturdy wood-framed instrument facing the cult members. Abbey wrinkled her forehead, in curiosity. It was rectangular, one frame within another, the outer one steadied by three long boards acting as "feet" for the contraption.

The inner frame, Abbey guessed, could be rotated around like a dressing mirror. The footboard was elevated several inches from the floor and she noted, tied to the sides of the inner frame's boards were small brown leather thongs.

"What are you doing?" she wondered out loud, blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Sister Abbey and her cousin Sister Betty wish to join us," Brother Septillian announced.

There were murmurs of approval from the crowd. Abbey cringed.

"They must first pass the tests, of course.”

Another murmur of assent. Abbey turned around, staring at the tear-stained face of her horrified cousin. Brother Septillian ripped her clothes from her with several powerful moves, ruining her skirt and blouse. Abbey turned away from the crowd in modesty but Septillian wheeled her about, exposing her cunt and tits.

“On the frame.”

Abbey took her place, turning around and seeing Betty’s lips trembling while tears spilled down her cheeks. The sobbing blonde moaned louder as Septillian raised Abbey’s hands, tying the thong tightly around her wrists. Her ankles were then affixed to the footboard with similar things. Septillian moved back, stretching one hand forward and tilting the frame so her head swung forward, moving lower than her ass.

The blood rushed to her face, her heart pounding faster and faster. The wood was cool against her body and she moved from side to side, a little surprised to find that her body was responding once more to this kind of bondage. That itchy kind of tingle was pinching her clit once more while a warm, moist sensation began radiating all over her.

Septillian turned the frame completely around until Abbey’s head was on the opposite side, her ass pressing against the back wooden supports of the machine. She shifted her weight slightly, feeling the splintery sensation of the wood against her asscheeks. Tiny splinters scratched her flesh and the resulting sensation was so sensual her asshole tightened and her cunt began to pulse.

"Now, we'll have to see just how hot Sister Abbey can get. From what Brother Geronimus told me, arousing her is quite easy.”

It was true, she could hardly wait. Abbey knew that having something hard and driving in her cunt was the only thing that could ease her distress and satisfy her lust and frustration. She tightened her crotch, grinding her thighs against her clit, masturbating without touching herself.

"She's ready, brothers and sisters. But first, Sister, the preliminaries."

Abbey raised her head, peering over her jutting tits at the big man. He had gathered together a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked something like earrings, except the earscrews seemed much to large. He moved around to her cunt, tugging her thighs wide apart. One of the brothers rose from the benches and moved up to the machine, holding Abbey’s pussy stretched open obligingly while Brother Septillian continued to work.

Abbey groaned, feeling her right cuntlip being pulled away from the center of her cunt. Septillian screwed the object tighter and tighter, twisting the little knob of the clamp until Abbey cried out in agony, her spine curving outward while her knees and arms shivered.

“Now for the other.”

Abbey ground her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was nearly unbearable! She held her breath, hearing the others in the room panting. In the background there were the steady whimpers of her cousin, Betty.

"It's a miracle," Brother. Septillian said, turning and looking, over one shoulder at his helper. “They start out moaning and crying out for us to stop. But at the end the want more.”

"Never! I'll never cry out for more," Abbey spat out.

Brother Septillian only smiled-indulgently, shaking his head slowly from side to side. He reached down, pulling her left cuntlip to the side, making sure the flat metal plate of the clamp pinched her sensitive outer pussylabes. The girl screamed, jerking her hands as much as she could against the leather thongs. The device shivered with her violent motions, her ass jiggling and prancing up against the wooden rear cross bars. Again and again the young brunette teen cried out, the chords sticking out from her neck while her hair whipped against her face and throat.

“There, she’s completely open."

Abbey sobbed with renewed humiliation. She knew the others could see well into her pussy. The young boy who had risen from the benches and helped Brother Septillian was now rubbing his fingers over the sensitive cuntmeat between her inner and outer cuntlabes. She could feel his jagged fingernails scraping over her pussymeat, making the muscles shiver to quiver. Brother Septillian was pretending not to notice as he grabbed yet another clamp from the pile at the foot of the machine.

“Now for your nipples.”

The young boy stuck two fingers into Abbey's juice cunthole, drawing them up with a soft sucking sound and then twisting them around. Abbey found herself trying to close her thighs to him but of course it was impossible. The thongs around her ankles prevented her from moving much and the clamps kept her cuntlips spread wide. It was a public display, one that both excited, and confirmed in faith those surrounding the two brothers.

“Uhhhhhhhh…”

Brother Septillian began attaching heavy rings to her nipples, screwing them so tight Abbey wrinkled her flushed face in pain. She let out a sharp cry as the ring on her right nipple threatened to pinch the nipple off.

"Owwwwwww!”

Abbey took in deep, gusting breaths once more, holding them to diminish the pain throbbing in her head and body. Clenching her teeth, the girl thought once more about having to survive, to best these savages at their own game.

"Now, we start to see if you're worthy," Septillian began, giving the girl a sarcastic leer, "worthy of joining us.”

'You… you… you hypocrite!" Abbey shouted again, wishing she could unleash the torrent of words she felt building up inside her.

"Your tune will change, I'm sure of it.”

Abbey shivered as a chill of horror raced through her body. She lay there, stretched, her body distorted, pain cramping her muscles. Brother Septillian undressed, sliding the coarse brown robe from his body and revealing himself to be as well-built and hung as his friend. Again the girl heard the crowd murmuring in approval. They were stirring about, perhaps drawing closer, wanting to see all of what was about to happen.

Septillian took the riding crop in one hand, raising it above her the same way Brother Geronimus had threatened Betty. Abbey closed her teeth, again taking in a deep breath and holding it as she waited for the touch of that vicious thing.

“Eeeeeyyyagghghhhhhhhhh!”

Abbey screamed, writhing insanely as the expected pain tore through her body. He brought the thongs down hard, letting several of them strike against her clit. She jerked her head up, looking through tear-stained eyes at her cunt. Long red med marks stained her inner thighs and the pulling of the screws at her cunt intensified the hot pain even more. Brother Septillian continued beating her, striking her nipples, her thighs, then bringing the leather thongs back down between her legs and making sure the crop bit into her clit.

"Yghghghhhhhhhh!”

Her fingers tightened around the leather thongs, the nails biting into her palms while her spine curved outward. Abbey felt the crop flicking again and again between her thighs.

Septillian dropped the crop, bending down and turning the device around until Abbey's head was at the door. Her long brown hair fanned out against the dirty wood while the weight of her body pulled hard against the chafing ankle thongs. The big blond stud picked his crop back up, bringing it around to her asshole then driving it in.

"Oh no, no, don't do it! Oh God in heaven, don't touch me with that thing there!" Abbey sobbed hysterically.

"I've other plans for your ass, sister," Septillian said, twisting the cool leather up against her asshole, then pulling it out.

He reached around, curling his fingers around the top of the swinging rack and jerking Abbey back to an upright position. The move was so fast her body swung put, held barely in cheek-by the straining leather bonds. The room spun as Abbey wondered what new horrors would be visited upon her and her cousin.

Chapter 9

Now upright, Abbey stared at the tool now in Septillian’s right hand. It was nearly three feet long and about one inch in diameter. The handle looked like hard brown leather, although it was difficult for her to be sure. At the tip of that terrible weapon was a grooved disc about one inch thick.

A cockhead, a dildo! That’s what the thing reminded Abbey of. He was going to drive the awful thing into her! Yes, she could well imagine him sliding it into her up to the handle, killing her with one powerful blow. And all the while the pothers would be watching glassy-eyed, approving Brother Septillian’s action.

The thongs seemed tighter, the restraints more uncomfortable as Septillian grinned at her. Septillian laughed, hefting the object in front of her eyes and watching them bulge with growing terror.

“I’ve used these before,” he began, rubbing the cold iron against her bare belly.

The touch made Abbey shiver against the warm wood behind her.

“Long ago, before I founded this group, I used to work on a ranch in Northern California. You’d be surprised how well something like this can burn into flesh without killing.”

Abbey shook her head, twisting her wrists in the leather, jerking at the restraints holding her ankles prisoner.

“And I think you’ll like this. Already you’re getting excited. Look at that nipple-thick with arousal,” Septillian said, letting the iron slide gently over her swelling tits.

“Oh no!”

Septillian hefted the iron again, swinging it around to test out its weight. It whooshed through the air, cutting through the shadows like a knife. Abbey cringed, again imagining how that weapon would kill her. Her milk-white flesh would be destroyed by this awful thing! Again the girl twisted her fingers around the bonds, calling out to Betty to help her, throwing back her head and letting out a cry of despair.

"I won't hurt you… too much."

Septillian stretched out his free hand and twisted his fingers in her cuntal thicket. Abbey watched, her eyes widening as his hand rubbed up against her clit. Then he yanked out several strands, the tugging and tearing sending streamers of white-hot pain and lust rushing through her mind. Septillian laughed, moving the iron down her thighs, pressing the cold, rusty sides against her flesh.

He watched as her face contorted, her lips quivering against one another. Abbey's knees shook while she breathed with sharp, wheezing sounds through her flared nostrils. He moved the branding iron up now until the disc was level with her cuntal crack. Running it upland down along the tense, swollen edges of her cuntlips, Septillian added a little more pressure to the disc. Abbey tensed even more, the cords sticking out once more against the flesh of her throat.

"Uhhhh… oh don’t push it in! Oh God, no, please… oh don’t…”

Abbey was afraid to speak too loudly. She was terrified that raising her voice would somehow make that awful thing slip into her cunt. Brother Septillian only smiled at her terror, adjusting the iron one more time, then pushing it in a little harder than before.

“Uhhhhhhhh!” Abbey screamed.

Septillian rammed the thing into her several inches, twisting it around and around while angling the iron up. He was touching her clit. He began fucking her quickly and Abbey’s body jerked and twitched against the horrible inanimate thing. There, was a digging, gouging pain but what was even more terrible was that Abbey warmed quickly to the intrusion. She began fucking back, her body responding to the hurried, hard fucking.

"Yghghhghhhhhhhh!”

She came, a mini orgasm racing through her body. Brother Septillian could see her pleasure and still he fucked her. The terrible branding iron climbed deeper, gutting a new path into her hot cuntflesh. The disc raked against her clit one more time and she threw back her head and let out another scream. The fucking was turning her into a witless fucking machine! And still Brother Septillian raped her with the iron.

"Abbey! Oh God, oh no!”

Betty screamed out in dismay, covering her face with both hands as brothers from the benches made certain she wouldn't escape.

Abbey jerked her head around and around, weeping with pleasure. She felt her cuntal muscles packing down, clasping onto the iron. Weird explosions went off in her body. Each explosion built to a higher and higher pitch as the girl looked through her curtaining hair at the leering men and women in front of her. Brother Septillian was still twisting the awful thing around and around in her cunt and still Abbey climaxed, her pussy overheating.

"Ohhh piease, please… don't stop. Keep it turning. Keep… keep fucking me, Please, don't… don't stop doing this.”

It was a terrible thing to beg. Brother Septillian was about to jab yet another inch in when one of the brothers rushed in and ran up to the sweaty stud.

"Excuse me, Brother Septillian, but someone's broken into the camp. We recognize him. Douglas Hansen, a de-programmer.”

Brother Septillian stopped for a moment, narrowing his eyes and looking first at Betty, then at Abbey.

"Well, your family seems to have reacted rather quickly," he said, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Put him in the other shed. I think one of these girls will speak with him shortly, informing him of the beauty of our faith. He was here once before, wasn't he?”

"Once. He never saw this ceremony or any other," Geronimus said.

"Maybe we'll have one for him… a private showing," Septillian murmured, moving back to Abbey. "She's coming back to life.”

Abbey shook her head, feeling the dying of her climactic spasms in her cunt. He stood there in front of her, his legs poised.

"Now, dear Sister, now for the test.”

He picked up the poker again, slapping it against one hand and turning around.

"Let's put this, in the heater. I want her to feel every degree.”

"Geronimus took the poker from Septillian and slipped it into a small bowl that had been provided earlier. The hot gray charcoals sparked at the touch of the cold iron, cinders flying into the air… Abbey watched helplessly as Brother Septillian retrieved the poker.

“Everyone there had to endure this pain to join. The others are reliving their experience. I'm sure you'll find them sympathetic.”

Abbey let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. Sympathy? That was one emotion she didn't expect to find in this hellhole. A de-programmer? Betty's parents had acted quickly. But what was the use? He had been caught.

"Ahhhhhh!”

Her cries echoed through the large room but Brother Septillian paid no attention. The laughter died along with her hysterical cries. Abbey tensed, fear crawling up and down her thighs, making her pussy tight and hot once more. The iron crackled in that awful bowl as more cinders circled above, some falling onto her sweaty body. Betty was screaming again from behind her, begging them all to release her cousin. But no one was moving. All attention was focused on the panting, sweating Abbey.

Brother Septillian paced back and forth, waiting for the branding iron to heat. He cracked his knuckles at times, glancing at the terrified teen from time to time. He licked his lips, talking softly to Geronimus, then moving back to the bowl and standing to one side while staring into the burning coals.

"Oh please, I'll do-anything, anything for you. I'll let you fuck me all the time. But please, don't touch me with that thing. Don't burn me with-it!”

Abbey's tearful pleas went unheeded.

"Yes," Septillian finally hissed.

The one word made Abbey's skin crawl and she knew she would carry the brand of that cult on her body all her life-if indeed she lived. She tightened her fingers around the wrist thongs.

"Now you'll learn the secret of the cult pain and pleasure, dear Sister, pain and pleasure.”

Geronimus moved up to one side, sliding his hands around her ass and cupping them while Septillian moved closer. There were more cracking and hissing sounds and Abbey's eyes fastened on the horrid thing, the tip now white-hot.

"Oh no, no^ no!”

Abbey whimpered, shaking her head slowly from side to side, This had to be the ultimate test, the one that would surely kill her! She tried drawing herself back, feeling the thongs restraining both her ankles and wrists.

“You don’t like this, Sister? It's your new lover, your new friend.”

His mocking words heightened her terror as he drew the iron closer.

“Oh, please, please, I’ll do anything,” the hysterical teen begged once more.

Abbey’s voice was no more than a hoarse whisper-now; sweat-burning into her eyes and nostrils. She shuddered, the violent spasms passing down her narrow shoulders. Her tits drew up, the peaks hard and stiff. Strange, pleasurable eruptive spasms rushed through her belly and cunt.

"Of course you will. After this wonderful thing cools down you'll do what we choose to have you do. But you're not frightened now, are you?”

"Oh God!”

Abbey could hardly think. Her mind was a riot of emotions as she stood there, a captive of this animal's.

"Of course you're not. I see your tits are swelling, right Geronimus?”

The other stud was rubbing both his hands against her asscheeks now. Abbey could feel his cock pressing up against her ass and guessed he was going to fuck her in the asshole.

"Yes, Sister, I think you want this… ”

"Oh no, no… no… ”

Her voice died away as Brother Septillian dropped the iron toward her body. She cringed once more, goose-pimples exploding on her thighs. She could feel the juice from her pussy trickling down her legs while the mound seemed to swell to the exploding point. Septillian lowered the iron a little more and she felt the heat warm her knees. He took his time positioning the heavy weight, watching as the girl shivered.

“Agh!”

The cry was sharp, short, loud! Abbey had screamed, every nerve in her body alive and expectant. Still Septillian hadn't touched her flesh yet with the red-hot disc. It was glowing a red path between her thighs now, the heat radiating from, the instrument and singeing the tiny blonde hairs covering her legs.

She glanced down, watching the blonde cunthairs shriveling, smoldering down to her cuntmound. The bitter hair was nauseating, the smell of a gutted, incinerated animal. But the aroma seemed to arouse Brother Septillian. His hand shook, the iron bobbing up and down. His prick was growing, stretching against his jockstrap.

"Oh Christ, no, no… ”

As his fingers trembled, a thousand burning coals seemed to land into Abbey's cunt.

"I'll do anything. Oh God, don't do this to me. In Jesus's sweet name, don't touch me!”

"In Jesus… Good, you're learning, Sister.”

Again Septillian only laughed at her, the iron moving closer to her pussy. Desperately the girl yammered, offering them all anything they wanted if only Septillian would take that branding iron away from her cunt. The heat was baking her crotch, burning into, her convulsing pussyhole without ever touching her cuntflesh.

"Yaghghhhhhh!”

The hellish inferno curled into her pussy, passing through the humid fist, searching and finding her clit. The heat from that iron took over, pinching her clit, licking and sucking at it. Then it pinched harder, making the girl twist as if the horrid branding iron had actually touched the thigh flesh.

"Oh, you're cumming again, Sister. You can't even control yourself any more. Whenever you have pain, you have pleasure at the same time, am I right?”

"Sister, answer Brother Septillian," Geronimus said, pinching her ass hard.

"Uhhhhhh!”

Abbey couldn't bring herself to respond to these men. All she could think of was that branding iron and the continual spasms in her pussy. She screamed again, begging for mercy. Even then she wondered what further delight iron would bring her.

"You love it," he spat, his hand wavering again, the iron nearly touching the puckered, juice-slicked cuntlips.

“Oh yes, good God, yes," Abbey confessed, her head hanging down between her shoulders.

Brother Septillian drew back. The sudden withdrawal of the heat stunned Abbey. She quivered, wanting to reach for and touch that glowing tip.

"You want it so badly, dear Sister. Then enjoy the kiss of the iron.”

Septillian moved the horrid thing forward, putting the disc on her right thigh and imprinting the half circle imprint of the cult on her flesh.

“Eaghghghghghghghghgh!”

At first there was only the sensation of pressure. Abbey watched as the disc seated into her white, sweaty, flesh. Then, for some strange reason, the girl felt intense cold as if he had touched her with a piece of dry ice. Quickly following these two sensations came the incredible rush of heat arid pain. The agony hit her with the force.of an.onrushing freight train. She jerked at the thongs, thinking she would surely tear them from their anchorage. The frame rattled and swayed from her wild movements as the disc burned into her flesh.

"Eaghghghghhh!”

Abbey could smell the acrid-aroma of burning flesh as the iron remained pressed against her skin for at least ten seconds. There was a hissing sound as well. He was branding her, branding her as if she were some kind of ranch animal. The girl snapped her head back, letting out shriek after shriek, hearing her cousin Betty screaming back as the helpless, girl watched."

“Uhhhhhh… ”

It was over. Brother Septillian had removed the disc, throwing it back into the bowl. The stinging pain remained, throbbing and pulsing through her body. Glancing-down Abbey, saw the red, swollen area, a blackened half circle cutting through the injured flesh. She would keep that all her life. There was nothing she could do to remove it. This had been God's reward, she thought ironically as Septillian circled behind her.

"We'll fuck her… both of us," Septillian said to Geronimus, grinning back at the girl.

Abbey was in no mood to fuck, or so she thought. The pain from the branding of her right leg took what delight she had in that at first from her mind. But Septillian and Geronimus were determined.

“And now for your final ordeal, dear Sister.”

Geronimus moved back in front, standing on the inner frame, his cock hard and hot. Without any effort he moved forward, sliding his prick up into her with one thrust. Abbey cried out, her eyes wild with a frenzy of lust and pain. Holding onto her, Brother Geronimus smiled and nodded to his partner.

"No, no, no, no!”

Snapping from her stupor, the girl realized they were both going to fuck her at the same time! She could feel Septillian's cock pushing hard at her tight little asshole. She kept begging him not to fuck her there while all the time the tip of his cock pressed harder. And then the young teen felt her asshole giving way. Just as Geronimus's cock was pulling back from her cunt, his partner's prick was sliding in, pushing down into her bowels.

"Fuck me, Sister. That's it, fuck me good and hard.”

The two men were fucking her hard, their bodies slapping wetly against hers, the framed rack threatening to topple over from the weight of the three rattling against it. Finally Geronimus cried out, reaching his back while pumping in his load. Septillian quickly followed, drilling her ass, then spitting in his hot, white sticky glue.

Abbey growled, her rational mind having exploded again and again with yet another climax. She collapsed, limp as a rag, completely defeated by this ordeal.

"She's one of us now. Put up the other one," Geronimus said, unfastening the bonds and catching Abbey as she fell forward.

"Oh no, not me! Oh please, noooo… " Betty wailed.

Abbey heard her cousin's scream, the tearing of her clothes and then the rattling of the mobile rack as they threw Betty onto it. Abbey smiled, knowing full well Betty would experience the same kind of pleasure/pain she had. Betty would no doubt find it not so bad after all.

Chapter 10

Abbey sat cross-legged in front of the helpless de-programmer. She was humming a tune, half paying attention to the man's helpless cries while tracing her fingers along her injured thigh, carefully avoiding the burned spot. Septillian had told her to wait for him while he went and got her younger cousin.

"For God's sake! You're not tied up or anything. What they did to you you can turn around! Abbey. Listen to me. Your aunt couldn't believe you and your cousin could have fallen for this kind of crap.”

Crap? Abbey shook her head, smiling dreamily up at the roped, handsome young man. She wouldn't call what she'd been through crap. Oh no. There had been too much substance, too much pain to endure to call it something as silly as simply crap.

"Let me go!”

"I can't do something like that without asking Brother Septillian and… ”

“Don't make me laugh," Doug said.

He had been roped well by the brothers. Two rough-hewn posts with the bark still on them were planted in the stone floor. A cross bar connected the two. Having been completely stripped, the young blond man had been draped over the crosspiece, his hands tied together and roped to the wood while his ankles had been fastened with metal cuffs to the upright posts.

"Your beloved brothers are nothing but a couple of freaky con men from San Francisco who hit on a cult thing. They're having their jollies and making money at the same time. Wait till they hit your folks up for contributions! That's their nice way of saying blackmail to keep your pictures out of the papers. I know what goes on there.”

"So what?”

Abbey couldn't believe she was refusing this man's help. Hours ago she would have jumped at the chance of escaping. But now… now all she could think of was the intense pleasure she'd experienced under the two brothers.

"Owwww!" Doug groaned, his flesh tearing against the rough bark.

"Oh, I'm sorry there's so much pain. But you'll get used to it," Abbey said, pushing the long brown hair from her eyes. "They gave me a brand… see, right here!”

She unfolded one leg and pointed to the dark, red area. Doug made a face, turning away.

"It's not very pretty now," she conceded. "But the experience was something else.”

There was a commotion outside and the door burst open. Betty stumbled in, tears streaking her face. She collapsed on the floor, her hands sprawling out in front of her. Sobbing, the girl began crawling toward her cousin, her fingers outstretched, trembling.

"Oh Betty, did they… ”

"Oh God… ”

The two girls hugged one another tightly while Dog tried desperately to get them to untie him. Geronimus stepped into the room with a satisfied smirk on his face. Septillian moved up behind him, closing the thick door softly.

"We meet again. Only this time you're not sneaking behind buildings and stealing away my converts," Geronimus said.

"He can't, not the way some of the brothers roped him. We oughtta brand him like we did the girls!" said Septillian.

"I've got another idea. Why don't we let the sisters, you know, initiate him? What a trip that'd be, right brother?”

Doug pulled at the ropes, watching the two girls sobbing together. He had started to sweat.

"You cock-suckers! You Goddamned fuckers! I'll get you for this!" he cried out.

Geronimus smiled, moving down to the helpless de-programmer and curling his fingers into a fist. He cuffed Doug hard, his knuckles bruising the young man's face. The blow was so strong that Doug's head snapped to one side.

"Go on home and eat your mother's cunt. That's what little fags like you wanna do all the time!”

He smiled, wiping away the small trickle of blood that was oozing from one corner of Doug's injured mouth.

"Sister Abbey, over here.”

When Abbey hesitated, Geronimus turned around and kicked her in the belly. The girl let out a whooshing sound, grabbing her belly and flying backward away from her hysterically sobbing cousin. Curling up, Abbey drew her knees up to her chin, gasping for air.

"When I tell you to do something, you do it!”

Abbey nodded her head, rolling around slowly to her knees and standing up shakily. She moved around and faced Brother Geronimus.

"Here, piss on this," he ordered, handing the young teen a long red scarf.

Abbey took the garment, staring questioningly at him. But she knew she had better do as he said. Squatting slightly, turning from the men and feeling her cheeks burning, the girl urinated freely on the scarf. She felt the hot oily piss trickling over the material, soaking through and wetting her fingers. Betty watched open-mouthed.

"Good, very good," Geronimus said as he took the scarf and halved it, turning to face Doug.

"You stink. But you don't stink as much as you're going to.”

With that he took the garment and shoved it into the de-programmer's mouth. Doug groaned, coughing and choking as the smell-reached his flaring nostrils.

Abbey found herself smiling, watching with some delight as the big handsome stud struggled against his bonds and the center post. Yes, she could really understand what he was going through-the thrill and helplessness of S amp;M.

"Unnnnhhhffffff!”

And what was more interesting was the way his cock was swinging out, getting very long and very thick and hard. Abbey found herself staring at it with a kind of joy and delight. Could she fuck again tonight? She was exhausted, drained of all will. And yet… and yet watching this helpless man with a hard-on stirred something inside her.

"You're going to feel pain you deserve, you Goddamned mother-fucker! You practically closed us down here," Geronimus said, kicking the de-programmer.

"Yeah, almost had the cops nosin' around here. Good thing we had those pics and sent copies to the girls' folks. They shut up fast, especially when they had a good shot of their daughters suckin' his cock while they was all roped up that way.”

"Yeah. And it was sure obvious they was havin' a good time doing it.”

"Abbey, take this and show Doug here just what we do to sneaks. Hit him with it the way we've taught you,” Geronimus said as he handed the girl a baseball bat.

"Hit them!" Betty cried, her face dotted with perspiration as the girl took the bat and fondled it. "Hit them and get us out of here!”

"I couldn't do that," Abbey said, her fingers tightening around the wood. "They taught me something very important about myself.”

Abbey moved around, raising her arm, then bringing the club down hard on Doug's muscular ass.

"Obviously, we haven't worked hard enough on that one," Geronimus said, nodding in Betty's direction.

"Later. Now, we have this," answered Brother Septillian.

"Mfffffffff!" Doug moaned through the piss-stained scarf, his body jerking from the awful blow.

Abbey could see the way his cock was bobbing with the jerking. She raised the club again and again, slapping it hard against his asscheeks, watching them redden. She smiled, feeling a hot stirring in her body. So she could give pain as well as receive it. That was a satisfying bit of knowledge. The girl tightened her grip once more, bring the weapon down just to one side of his lower spine. Doug let out a howl of horrified pain, his prick jerking up.

"Try to fuck us up again, eh?”

Abbey noticed that droplets of pre-cum were oozing from his piss-slit and she saw how red his asscheeks were. He was excited, as aroused as she had been when the two cult leaders had whipped and beaten her. The girl wondered if this sort of reaction to pain was universal. Did everyone react this way?

Doug moaned as the heat from his beaten ass shot up and pounded in his head. Abbey stopped the beating for a second, leaning against the posts.

"Fuck his ass with that thing. Come on, show us what a fag he is!”

Doug whipped his head around, staring hatefully at the young teen. Abbey grinned, almost giggling as she thought about what she was going to do. Turning the bat around the girl shoved the blunt end into Doug's ass, watching with some amusement as his legs kicked out against the thongs.

"That's it, fuck him with the mother!”

Abbey laughed with the others, pumping the club into his ass while Doug screamed through the piss-stained scarf. Betty was moaning, covering her face again with both hands.

After some time Geronimus took the bat from Abbey, knocking her to one side. He drew closer to Doug, the young de-programmer helplessly moaning while more pre-cum seethed from his hot piss-slit.

"You see how easy it is, Doug? You see how you can fall into this kind of trap? We don't force this kind of thing on people. They join of their own free will-after we've shown them the path. Now, wouldn't you like to get back at this girl who did this to you?”

Abbey trembled, seeing in a flash she and her cousin had been set up.

"Of course, she's a little dirty from the workout. But a few pails full of water will clean her up. She and her cousin will be perfect, don't you think?”

Doug stared back at Abbey, revenge in his eyes. The two men untied him, loosening the ropes around his wrists, then moving down to his ankles. When Geronimus pulled the piss-soaked scarf from his mouth, Doug sputtered angrily, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.

"I'll kill that little bitch!”

"We don't go that far here. But you'll have your chance to have revenge. Come on, let's clean up these two, like slopping the hogs.”

They left Doug seething in the building, dragging the two girls mutely outside and whirling them around to the side of the house. Geronimus picked up a garden hose while Septillian turned it on, spraying both women with a blast of cold water. Abbey squealed, feeling her skin tighten around her bones. Geronimus played the water up and down, splashing the icy stream over her tits, then her ass. Both men laughed as the shrieking girls slipped on the mud and fell on their faces. Squirming in the filth, they managed to reach a grassy area and climb up.

Geronimus sprayed the rest of the mud from their bodies, cleaning off the cum and sweat that had caked on their flesh.

"Now we get ready to introduce another member to our cult. Three in one night. That's almost a record, Brother Septillian.”

Septillian smiled, his cock wagging as he grabbed the trembling Abbey and shoved her back in the room. Geronimus had Betty in tow, hauling the sobbing blonde teen back into the building.

Chapter 11

"The little bitch nearly crippled you. You're not going to let her get away with that, are you?”

Brother Geronimus taunted Doug, who still rubbing his sore ass. They were all back in the building now and Abbey could see the writing on the wall. She backed up against her cousin Betty, the two girls hugging one another in fear. The man who had come to save them was going to turn on them!

"She beat the snot out of you! Then she tried to fuck your ass with that bat. I wouldn't let someone like that go.”

Brother Septillian stood, his cock half rigid as he stared down the two young teens.

"Like hell I'm gonna let 'em go. Your aunt paid me good money to de-program you two but it wasn't good enough to put up with that shit.”

Doug started for Abbey. The girl screamed, letting go of Betty, and pushing her to the floor as she wheeled around and headed for the door.

"No, oh God, I'm sorry, so sorry… ”

She stumbled forward, pushing the hair from her eyes. She managed to step aside from Brother Geronimus's clutching hands, nearly falling, then catching herself and making it to the door. She pulled it open, rushing into the open and nearly tumbling headlong down the stairs. Her hair streamed behind her as she heard the other rushing after her. Betty was screaming.

"We'll fuck 'er to death!" Abbey heard Brother Septillian laugh.

Abbey rushed through the dark, hearing them gaining on her. She had reached the outskirts of the encampment and her feet became entangled in the roots of bushes and she pitched head-first into the tall field grass. Doug was on top of her in a moment, yanking her hard by the arm and wheeling her about to face him. She heard him snarl and saw the anger and hatred in his eyes.

"I'll fuck you all right, bitch! That's what this cult's about anyway, isn't it? Fucking and everything that goes along with it!" Doug hissed, nodding back at Septillian and Geronimus, who were making their way toward them." I've made some good money pulling kids outta this hole and I thought I'd make some more. But man, it looks like you taught me I can get something more than money out of this perverted religion!”

His fingers gripped her hard, nearly crushing her injured wrists. Abbey could already feel the flames of Doug's private hell scorching her flesh nearly as intensely as that burning disc had burned her earlier. Abbey cried out as he threw her back into the bushes with a powerful shove. Geronimus came up with an empty beer bottle.

"Here. Let's see just what kind of sex machine she is," Doug said, grabbing the bottle and holding it by the bottom.

"What? Oh please, oh no, don't… oh God!”

Geronimus and Septillian held her down by the shoulders, keeping her ass flat against the dirt while Betty cringed between them, horrified. Both men laughed as Doug gripped the bottle more tightly and moved around between Abby's spread thighs. The girl cried out, jerking her ass up, then snapping it back down to the ground as he shoved the long, cold bottle neck into her cunt.

"Yeah, that's it, take it, take it like you take a cock!”

Doug's eyes were glittering as hellishly as the other men's. Abbey realized that she had converted him, changed him overnight into one of their followers. She cried out again, throwing her head back and staring at the myriad of sparkling stars overhead as Doug cork-screwed the bottle deeper into her. He pushed it into her cunt deeper and deeper until the girl couldn't take any more. He laughed at her, pressing it down hard, threatening to break it inside her cunt. The thought of having all those shreds of glass in her pussy sent Abbey into fits of terror and she screamed at the top of her voice.

"Aghhhhh… oh God no, no they're going to kill me!”

"Now fuck it… fuck it good. I want a show, or I will break this mother-fuckin' bottle in you," Doug threatened.

Sobbing, Abbey moved her hips slowly at first. She twisted them around and around experimentally, still afraid the wrong move would shatter the glass inside her pussy and kill her. Then her movements became faster, more purposeful as she felt the coldness of the glass warming in her cunt.

She thought about Al, about the two brothers, about those murmuring cultists in front of her while she was being roped and raped and branded on that hateful rack. The excitement roused her, making the blood in her veins rush. That did it! Abbey could feel the juices flowing in her cunt and her clit bristled, alive with lust.

"Ugh… uh… uh… ”

Abbey jerked her hips, pulling her ass up from the ground and rocking it from side to side. She slid her feet back a little, giving her body more support. Flattening her soles against the uneven ground, the young teen began pumping her thighs up and down, fucking the bottle as if it were a cock. Geronimus moved around and fell on her, pawing at her tits. Then he stood up and shoved his cock into her mouth. The smell of his crotch and the feel of his prick rubbing against her mouth excited her even more.

Her cuntal muscles sucked the bottle in deeper. Now the teen lay quietly only her pussy muscles moving. The bottle bobbed up and down, much to the amusement of her tormentors.

Finally her clit swelled to the bursting and exploded with lust. The force of her spasming puss muscles shot the bottle clear out of her cunthole as the young teen sucked hard, jerking her knees together and rubbing her thighs against one another.

"Man, she's a mindless whore!" Brother Geronimus said, watching as Abbey drew her lips lightly over his throbbing prickrod.

They were right, Abbey told herself. She was a fucking machine. Let them fuck her to death. Right now she didn't care if she lived or died. Abbey collapsed on the ground, certain none of the men would be satisfied until she and her cousin were dead in the grass. She could hear Betty gagging and sobbing as Septillian fucked Betty's mouth, his knees grasping the screaming girl's head and making it impossible for her to draw back.

"Ohhhhh, this one's still reluctant. But she's got one hell of a hot mouth," Septillian said.

"Drag her out of here," Geronimus said, nodding at Abbey and then at Doug.

"I'll drag this bitch into hell," Doug said, reaching around and tightening his fingers around her wrists.

He pulled Abbey around, tugging her out of the tall grass and onto the dirt. Abbey struggled, kicking out, trying to raise her body from the sharp, pinching gravel. But Doug pulled her faster than she could handle and her body twisted and bounced along the uneven ground, dirt wedging up into her ass and pussy.

"Call out the others. I want to show them this young girl and her cousin.”

Geronimus nodded toward Septillian, who pulled his cock from Betty's mouth and walked naked toward the building and rang the general alarm. Almost immediately a crowd rushed from the various buildings in the site. Some were in robes, others were naked or nearly so, obviously having been engaged in the cult's main activity before Septillian's call.

"You've been taught respect," Geronimus said to Abbey in a loud voice, hands on his hips.

The others murmured in assent, staring at the cringing brunette. Abbey felt herself in other world as she crouched naked in front of everyone. Looking up, she saw Geronimus staring blankly at her. Fright caught her again and she wiggled away from him, the dirt drifting up into her cunt. Geronimus advanced, his feet raising small puffs of dirt.

"Come here, Sister. Come here and humble yourself for the last time.”

"Oh no!" She stood her ground, looking up at the three men who circled around her.

"Piss on her! Show her the ultimate degradation. She's been fucked, roped and branded. Bring the other over here as well.”

Betty was pulled kicking and screaming to the center of the circle and dropped onto Abbey's lap.

"Now we'll show you what we really think of you, bitch.”

Abbey and Betty stared helplessly at the three men, holding onto one another again as Geronimus and Septillian bent their knees. Doug was first, holding his fat eight-inch prick in one hand while spreading his legs widely apart.

His stinging yellow stream of piss caught Abbey by surprise, going directly into her opened mouth. The girl gagged, holding her stomach tightly and twisting around. She put one up hand to her face, feeling the piss splattering against her fingertips and washing over her face and throat.

Betty was next, Septillian's piss washing over her belly, then down into her cunt. The girl tried covering her pussy but when Geronimus began pissing on her face, the girl became confused. Coughing, she tried to keep her face free of the awful piss while still protecting her cunt.

The group laughed, listening to the piss washing over the two women.

Abbey nearly gagged three times, smelling the awful stink of the piss rising around her. She was soon covered with the hot, oily urine, the piss forming little pools in her crotch and her belly button. The men emptied their bladders quickly, stepping back and looking with satisfaction at the two deeply degraded young girls.

"Clean them off. Then you can do with them as you will," Geronimus said to Doug. "But if you leave I've got a feeling all of you will be back here soon.”

"Never!" Betty cried, holding her pee-stained hands in front of her and sobbing with renewed humiliation.

The hosing water quickly cleaned her and her cousin of the piss. Then Doug grabbed Betty, wheeling her around and slamming her hard against the dirt. In a moment he was on top of her, biting and pinching the squealing girl while fucking his cockrod into Betty without mercy.

Other members of the cult caught hold of Abbey and dragged her screaming and kicking into the bushes. They had their way with her, roping her to the trunk of an ash tree and tying her wrists together in a double figure eight knot. One threatened to fuck her in the ass while the other talked about setting her cunt on fire. The burn mark on her thigh still throbbed horribly, making Abbey cry as she rubbed her pussy against the smooth bark of the tree.

"Fuck her mindless!" the cult members chanted.

When they finished beating her, they fucked her, one after the other, then fucked her again, it was nearly morning when Betty and Abbey finally joined one another again in the large torture room. Abbey stumbled in, weeds and grass in her hair, her knees about to give way. Betty was stretched on that awful upright rack, cum streaks drying on her thighs. Doug was standing there too, already dressed.

"You'll rest for a while, then clean up. Some of the young girls here have stitched up your clothes. You won't say anything to your aunt or your mother," Doug ordered, pointing a threatening finger to the girls. "No one will believe you-especially about me. Besides, it's your word against mine, and you were the ones fucked up enough anyway to join this place. Besides, I've got a feeling you'll be back here-just like I know I will.”

Septillian and Geronimus smiled, now also dressed.

"We've always welcomed converts in to our way of life," Geronimus said, a smirk on his face.

"I'll bet you never thought religion could be so much fun," Septillian said, clapping a friendly hand on Doug's shoulder.

The men laughed, turning from the two girls and putting away their way from the instruments of torture for now.

No, I never thought it could be that much fun either, Abbey thought, wondering when she would return to the retreat for yet another prayer session.

Content

Paul Gable
Trained, chained cousins

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11