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.