"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.