His jism blasted into her eagerly awaiting cunt. And she climaxed another time, the man's words burning in her mind.
"Purification! I have purified another wanton whore! Soon they will all be clean!"
CHAPTER SIX
Brandy hung there on the crucifix feeling her entire body tingle and glow with the sweet inner warmth of a good fucking. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. This was absurd. She was getting fucked by her very own brother and he didn't even seem to enjoy fucking her all that much. He believed it was his duty to purify her.
Some purification! But there was the other side to this dark grim business. She was being used and abused. She was nothing more than a convenient hole for her brother to plug with his meaty cock. He didn't see her as a person at all and they both realized that. She was a means to an end. What that end was, the blonde teenager didn't really know.
And the way her wrists and ankles hurt, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was getting the hell away from this place. She would run away. Maybe go out west and get a job in the movies. She was pretty and there always seemed to be a need for pretty girls with big tits in the movies.
Rattling her chains slightly, she called out to James, "Are you going to release me now? You've purified me enough, God only knows."
"Don't take the name of the Lord in vain! I am His servant and you are being tempted into blasphemy!"
She sighed. Nothing she said was good enough for her crazy brother. Looking down between her legs, she saw a sight that turned her on in a big way. Her brother's jizz was slowly leaking out from her well-fucked cunt. The pussylips parted delicately and the white goo flowed out and along the inside of her tender thighs. From there, it dripped down to the rough wood cross-piece supporting her legs.
"I don't think you are really purified. You are still in Satan's grip. Further purification is called for."
"Any time, big brother," she said, her voice husky. And then the girl saw what James really had in mind. Several others entered the room, solemn and silent. Somehow, their silence made it spookier than if they'd been leering and joking about her.
"She is still possessed of evil. Cleanse her body, and her soul will follow. Do it! Now!"
"Wait a second, James. This is fucking stupid. I iiieeee…"
The dark-robed men quickly unfastened Brandy's chains. She thought she could get away from them then. She was wrong. Her arms and legs were still like lead weights, unable to move under their own power. If the men hadn't supported her on strong arms, she would have fallen on her face.
Still, this was a chance to escape. It was the first time since James had imprisoned her that she had been free of all the chains. But she couldn't fight them off. Even if she had been strong and as agile as normal, the girl doubted that these men would make the slip necessary to allow her to race from the room.
Even if she did get away, where would she go? She had no idea how to get out of the house. The view through the cell in the basement had told her all the windows had iron bars over them. Besides, she couldn't go running off bare-ass naked like she was. She would be arrested. James could give some cock and bull story about how she was deranged and they were trying to aid her. She would be returned here to even more torment.
Brandy felt abandoned and helpless, more than at any other time in her life. Having her father rape her had been traumatic, but the dread building in her young mind now was overwhelming. No matter what she did, she was in for a world of pain and sorrow.
"James," she pleaded, "give me my clothes and let me go. I won't say a thing about what you've done to me."
"You won't tell the world I have driven the evil from its house of prominence in your wanton body? She is definitely still a member of Satan's hand. Do what you must to drive evil from her body!"
She felt the strong hands pulling her toward the stone altar. She didn't want to end up there like the other girl. Being chained to the cross had been bad enough but this was even more terrible. The cold stone, the rough treatment and probably being raped by several of the men. Gang-rape, even when done for her purification, wasn't appealing.
They were simply too strong for her. They threw her face down on the altar and chained her hands to either side. She hadn't seen the D-rings placed in the floor all around the raised stone. Those firmly held her chains – and her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried. "This is wrong. I don't want you to touch me!"
They touched her. She cringed as a hard long cock was dragged over the entire length of her body. The man had shucked off his coarse dark robe and held his erection firmly. He moved the plum-tipped cock from her wrists all along her arms and then paused for a moment near her armpit, as if wondering if he should try fucking it. With her arms stretched tautly above her head, there wasn't much chance of his actually doing it.
He continued moving his cock along her ribs. He traced out each and every rib with the tip of his cock before moving lower. Brandy felt a tingle passing through her body as he touched her. It was the sexual electricity she had felt when fucking. But this was absurd! She couldn't respond to such a man's overtures. Yet her body was telling her this was a good thing, that she should really enjoy it.
She felt her cunt begin to boil and froth inside. She was getting hot simply from having the man's cock rubbed all over her body.
Or was it that at all? The girl tried to figure it out. All her life she had used men. They had seemed like pushovers to her. They all wanted one thing and one thing only: to fuck her. Knowing this, she could control them. She wanted them to fuck her, sure, but she didn't have to let them know that.
And that was what she had done. But these men were above her charms. They ignored them for some higher purpose. She didn't understand why they did what they did, but the blonde teenager realized she wasn't able to control them – or her brother. James was so dominant. He had seemed a weak and scrawny man when she had first come here. Now she knew better. He was strong in both body and mind. He wasn't a weakling like so many of the boys she used to date.
As the cock worked lower and lower on her body, she felt herself responding more. Her breathing became harsh and ragged. Her tits were crushed into the cold rough stone. As her nipples expanded with lust, they were mashed flat by the unyielding rock.
The chains on her wrists held her firmly. They were cutting brutally into her wrists but the girl hardly noticed now. The feel of that cock was like a branding iron on her skin. When the man shoved his cock between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks, she almost came.
She wasn't telling him what to do. This man was doing what he wanted. She had no control over the situation. A dominant man, was going to do whatever seemed appropriate. The hot cock plunged deeper into the humid canyon of her crack.
When she realized he was going to fuck her in the asshole, she cried out, "No, not there! Please, no man's ever fucked me in the asshole!"
The cock pressing hotly between her asscheeks jerked in lust. Her words only spurred the man on. Usually, her requests were granted by the men she went out with. She had them all plotted out and could wrap a man around her little finger with ease.
Not so with this man. He had a duty and he was going to perform it. Nothing she could say would stop him. And physically, she was helpless to prevent him from perpetrating any outrage on her body he wanted.
Helpless!
She sobbed as his cock began worrying the tiny ring of muscle around her asshole. Her fear caused the pinkly puckered opening to close down tight. She didn't want any man fucking her asshole like this. Having a cock rushing in and out of her cunt was a treat. To have it up her ass was perverted and dirty. Nothing they had done to her before this could match for feeling of shame and degradation.