Sister Roxanne's tongue was superb in its dexterity. It slithered all over the cum-soaked cuntlips and then plunged all the way into Brandy's cunt. This thrilled Brandy more than words could tell. She loved the feel of that strong tongue stroking all over her velvet cuntlips.
And then the whip had begun to harass and hurt both of them.
Brandy felt the sharp sting of the whip as it flicked across her turgid nipples. She had been lying on her back, legs open, her fingers working hard at her nipples. She pinched them and rolled, them around in tiny circles. The feelings shooting down into her cunt had been so good she could have kept this up for the rest of her life.
Pleasure and pain mixed in just the right way to suit Brother James. He used the whip to roll his sister over onto her belly. And when she was in the right position, he expertly lashed out and ran the end of the whip over her naked cuntlips. The pain shooting up into her cunt set her off.
Brandy hated herself all the more this time. She knew what to expect and still she jumped. She jumped and moaned and came. Pleasure and pain were too tangled up inside her head now to keep straight. All she knew was that the feel of that leather strap along her blood-engorged cuntlips was enough to make her come.
Her brother continued to lavish the whip all over her body. Not a single square inch of flesh was exempt from his whipping. He even managed to land a few blows on the soles of her feet. This hurt more than anything else. She could stand the sharp stinging pain as he lashed at her huge tits. Somehow, that was bearable – but his whipping the bottoms of her feet wasn't.
The pain made her leg muscles cramp and the girl knew that she couldn't even get to her feet by herself now. With her hands chained and her feet burning in agony, she was more helpless than ever before. Even chained to the crucifix, she had felt as if she had some control over the situation. Not now. Now she realized she was a prisoner in both mind and body. She was here until her brother allowed her to leave.
Brandy knew that might be never.
"I shall attend to Sister Roxanne now," James said, his voice deep and commanding. Brandy almost complained when her brother stopped whipping her. Then she realized her good fortune. The pain was slowly going away. That was fine. She didn't want the pain.
And yet she did. The blonde girl had come to live with it. It was a part of her life in a way she couldn't understand. Pleasure. Pain. They were both the same for her now, thanks to the loving care her brother and lavished on her.
The girl watched in speechless horror as her brother chased the other woman around the room. He managed to send the leather whip snaking out and around the woman's leg. A quick jerk caused her to fall heavily to the floor. Then she was easy prey for the sadistic man.
He used his whip with a precision worthy of a master craftsman. Not once did he break skin. He raised welts and tormented every available part of the woman's body, but he never permanently injured her. Brandy found herself admiring her brother's expertise. He was better with that whip than the man she had seen once in a rodeo.
"James, please, don't do this!" she heard herself crying out. "Sister Roxanne has done nothing to deserve this!"
"You would accept the whipping for her?"
For a second Brandy thought her heart would stop. She knew how her brother thought by now. It seemed that she would lose either way. If she said yes, she would get whipped some more. And if she said no, he might punish her for being unwilling to accept that burden from another.
"Yes," she managed to croak out. The word almost caught in her throat. Even if things didn't work out the way she thought and both of them ended up being whipped some more, Brandy thought she might make a friend of Roxanne. She needed all the friends she could get.
"Yes," she managed to croak out. The word almost caught in her throat. Even if things didn't work out the way she thought and both of them ended up being whipped some more, Brandy thought she might make a friend of Roxanne. She needed all the friends she could get.
"Very well," James said. "The purification is having a positive effect. You are willing to suffer for another in our order. That is a good step in the right direction."
He cast down the whip and snapped his fingers. Two men entered the room. They were naked and sporting hard-ons of prodigious size. Brandy whistled through her teeth at the sight of those boners. She would be hard-pressed to take them into her cunt. And to accept one of those telephone-pole-thick cocks up her ass would definitely injure her!
"Wh-what're you going to do now?" she managed to stammer out.
"Your hands. On their cocks. You will tiring forth the holy seed!"
Brandy felt a little better at this. All her brother wanted her to do was jerk these two men off. She could do that and with pleasure. She was feeling more than a little horny. This might even be fun for a change.
"Come on over, guys. Let me feel those cocks of yours!"
They came to her silently. She looked at the pair of cocks and marveled at the size. They were even more immense than she had thought before. To have one of them fucking her hot cunt would be nothing less than paradise, but her brother obviously didn't want that happening. And Brandy couldn't think of anything more important than pleasing her brother now.
He had slowly become a larger and larger figure in her eyes. He controlled her destiny totally. She had to please him, not only because he could hurt her whenever he wanted, but also because she wanted to please him.
Brandy didn't understand that and didn't try. She had better things to occupy her attentions. Hard, hot cylinders of cockflesh pressed into her chained hands. She held her fingers outstretched in wanton invitation to the two men. Silently they came forward and thrust their rigid cocks into her hands.
She sighed with relief. This was more like it. She was on familiar ground. She loved the feel of hard cock in her hand. She could fondle cock all night long if the mood moved her, and it was doing just that right now.
She rose up on her knees and immediately felt Roxanne's mouth moving along her cunt. The woman's tongue over her shaved cunt and then drove mercilessly into the humid little manhole of her cunt. She shuddered at the erotic impact, loving every inch of that deep fucking tongue.
"Do it to me," she sobbed. "Do it! Tongue-fuck me as good as you can. I need it sooooo!"
"Work those hands!" came James cruel command. He snapped the whip over her head to make her obey. Hastily, she squeezed the twin pillars of cock in the circle of her fingers and began to jerk the men off.
She worked the skin up and down until their cocks pulsed and were steely hard. She closed her eyes and tried to use her sense of feel to guide her swiftly moving hands.
She loved the purple knobs capping the cocks. She lightly ran her fingertips over the piss-slits and then traced out the bell-shaped cockheads. Squeezing gently she rotated the cocks in small circles. Gradually, she enlarged the circles until she was spinning the pricks frantically. Both men were seen moaning and hopping from one foot to the other.
The girl smiled. This was fun! She opened her eyes and saw that their hairy little sacs were slowly tightening up. She bounced her fingers across the bags and felt the balls inside tumbling and lurching with stark desire.
"Do you like me doing this?" she asked, being cruel. She knew they did. She could feel the immediate responses in both cocks. They were dancing and jerking around like things gone wild.
"Yes, yes!" cried one of the men, shoving his hips forward. "It's great! Keep doing it!"