Cock. Hard, hot cock all the way up her asshole. She felt the man's hairy thighs against her ass and then came the intense suction inside her asshole again. He was pulling out. But she knew he would be back soon. Very soon. The girl had felt the man's cock begin to expand just a little. More and more blood pounded into his cock. She could feel the change in its size through her tensed gripping inner tissues.
Trying as hard as she could to entice him back, the girl reluctantly relaxed her asshole. She realized it might have felt like a hangman's noose around his cock. He couldn't want to fuck into that and maybe get his cock chopped off. She tried to make her body more attractive to him.
He came back in a surge. One instant, her body cried out for cock. The next it was filled to overflowing. She cried out in pain as he began to really fuck her asshole. The friction of his cock moving against her innermost bowels, the way he ground his cock into her tortured asshole, the way his hands pressed fervently into the sides of her body, all turned her on. She was warmed by the friction, then it devoured her entire body. She came.
Her body shook as if she had some sort of erotic palsy. But she wanted more than this. She had to get more from her very first ass-fucking. She tried again in vain to get her hips ramming back to greet his incoming cock. They had chained her too cunningly to the stone altar. She was totally passive. She could only accept what this man wanted to give.
He gave more and more of his cock. And this sent her passions soaring. When she thought she would melt inside from the carnal heat generated by the fucking, she felt the hot sweet surge of his jism filling her asshole. He continued to fuck with the same mechanical rhythm until his cock melted inside her and slipped out, amid a flow of his own jizz and her shit.
The ass-fuck had robbed the teenager of alt her strength. Limply, she clung to the stone, grateful for the chains to hold her. This was unlike any fucking she had ever engaged in before – and she loved it. Every single humiliating moment of it was great!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Bring in the other demanding purification," James said. Brandy couldn't even twist around to see who he was talking about. All she could do was stay prone on the stone altar and listen to the hammering pulse in her head. The girl's heart refused to die down to a normal pace. The idea of being ass-fucked like she had been was repulsive – and she still got off on it.
Her head wasn't in good working order, she decided something had gone wrong. James and the others were degrading her and she was loving it. She should be struggling against their deprecations, fighting them with every ounce of her once proud spirit. Whatever it was that robbed her of her will to fight also added fuel to her enjoyment.
She liked being dominated. She liked the helpless feeling of being chained to this altar. There were no decisions to make; they were being made for her. She didn't have to feel guilty about getting ass fucked. How could she have changed the outcome? Chained and at the mercy of these men, no one could expect her to escape.
She could enjoy the illicit sex with her brother and have her ass raped and still be guiltless. It was all being done to her. She shivered a little from the coldness seeping into her naked body and wondered what was next. The chains cut cruelly into her flesh but that was minor. Her cunt and asshole burned with an inner fire that would keep her warm for a nice long time.
"You have required penance for same time," James was saying to someone. "This is your penance. Lick!"
Brandy heard the soft rustle of the coarse wool robes and then felt someone kneeling down behind her whipped and fucked ass. The feather light touch was electric. She cringed and tried to get away from it. She didn't recognize what was happening for a moment. But when she did, she tensed up all over.
"You… you're licking my asshole!" she cried out. "Wh-who is it? Who's doing that?"
James came around and stood in her field of vision. He seemed larger than life now. Anus crossed aver his chest, he looked down at her and said in a booming voice, "Another who requires further purification is doing it. She is sucking the evil from your body."
"It feels sort of sexy," said Brandy, wondering I what she should really have said. Her brother's face clouded over in a mounting rage.
"That is an indication that you are still filled with evil. Suck on her cunt and remove the evil that way. Suck, damn you, suck! Whip her while she sucks to make sure of a proper job!"
Brandy flinched when she heard the whip sing through the air, even though it didn't strike her. She realized that whoever it was kneeling behind her and licking her asshole was the one on the receiving end of the whipping. In a perverted way, Brandy thrilled to this. At least she wasn't the one receiving the welts and agony.
Quite the contrary. She was getting nothing but stark carnal pleasure from the tongue working around on her asshole. She sighed and tried to relax more and enjoy this odd form of oral sex. She had never had anyone tongue-fucking her asshole before. The agile tongue slipped past the chary guardian of her asshole and worked into her shit chute.
Brandy quaked all over. She felt the desires mounting faster than she could ever hope to control them. Then the girl realized there was no real need of controlling them. Go with the flow, let it all hang out, whatever she wanted to call it. She came.
Her entire body tensed and she screamed. And the tongue-fucking continued. To her joy, did it ever continue!
The tongue slid deeper into her asshole. She could feel it wiggling like a worm against the walls of her newly fucked ass. The hot breath panting against her asscheeks told her that whoever it was licking and tonguing her asshole was receiving a considerable amount of pleasure from it, too.
But the evil whine of the whip slashing through the air and the meaty thunks as it impacted against bare flesh told the chained girl that the person eating out her asshole was receiving a portion of agony, too. That bothered her. She was getting all the enjoyment and none of the pain.
"Stop whipping him!" she called out. "Stop it this instant!"
"Whipping him?" asked James. "Whom do you mean?"
"Whoever it is that's eating out my asshole!"
"You mean she and not he. She is eating out your filthy cavity. But do you really wish the flagellation to stop?"
"Yes, yes!" Brandy felt her nerves all firing at the same time. And they were all singing out in wild, berserk lust. She didn't care what happened as long as she continued to receive such pleasure.
"Very well, stop whipping Sister Roxanne. Whip Sister Brandy instead."
"What?"
The girl had no more time to protest. The whip whistled through the air and landed with a smarting sting across her shoulders. Chained down to the rough stone altar as she was, she couldn't hope to evade that tongue of leather. The person using the whip was most expert. No skin was lifted from her body. Nothing but pain was given her. She wondered if she would even have a mark to show for this whipping.
The pain mounted faster than the pleasure in her body after they switched the focus of their brutal attention. The tongue working so avidly in her asshole speeded up. But so did the whip lashing against her unprotected flesh. She loved the way that tongue worked deeper and deeper into her asshole. The rough wet tongue drove in and wiggled fiercely inside her asshole until she was moaning out loud.
And the whip would descend on her back or shoulders and add pain to her pleasure.
Over and over this happened until the girl was unable to tell which was which. Was it pleasure she got from the tongue fucking her ass or was it pleasure from the whip? Was it pain from the whip licking fiercely against her skin or was it from the tongue slithering in and out of her asshole? She was too confused to tell any more.