"Yghghghhhhhhhh!”
Her fingers tightened around the leather thongs, the nails biting into her palms while her spine curved outward. Abbey felt the crop flicking again and again between her thighs.
Septillian dropped the crop, bending down and turning the device around until Abbey's head was at the door. Her long brown hair fanned out against the dirty wood while the weight of her body pulled hard against the chafing ankle thongs. The big blond stud picked his crop back up, bringing it around to her asshole then driving it in.
"Oh no, no, don't do it! Oh God in heaven, don't touch me with that thing there!" Abbey sobbed hysterically.
"I've other plans for your ass, sister," Septillian said, twisting the cool leather up against her asshole, then pulling it out.
He reached around, curling his fingers around the top of the swinging rack and jerking Abbey back to an upright position. The move was so fast her body swung put, held barely in cheek-by the straining leather bonds. The room spun as Abbey wondered what new horrors would be visited upon her and her cousin.
Chapter 9
Now upright, Abbey stared at the tool now in Septillian’s right hand. It was nearly three feet long and about one inch in diameter. The handle looked like hard brown leather, although it was difficult for her to be sure. At the tip of that terrible weapon was a grooved disc about one inch thick.
A cockhead, a dildo! That’s what the thing reminded Abbey of. He was going to drive the awful thing into her! Yes, she could well imagine him sliding it into her up to the handle, killing her with one powerful blow. And all the while the pothers would be watching glassy-eyed, approving Brother Septillian’s action.
The thongs seemed tighter, the restraints more uncomfortable as Septillian grinned at her. Septillian laughed, hefting the object in front of her eyes and watching them bulge with growing terror.
“I’ve used these before,” he began, rubbing the cold iron against her bare belly.
The touch made Abbey shiver against the warm wood behind her.
“Long ago, before I founded this group, I used to work on a ranch in Northern California. You’d be surprised how well something like this can burn into flesh without killing.”
Abbey shook her head, twisting her wrists in the leather, jerking at the restraints holding her ankles prisoner.
“And I think you’ll like this. Already you’re getting excited. Look at that nipple-thick with arousal,” Septillian said, letting the iron slide gently over her swelling tits.
“Oh no!”
Septillian hefted the iron again, swinging it around to test out its weight. It whooshed through the air, cutting through the shadows like a knife. Abbey cringed, again imagining how that weapon would kill her. Her milk-white flesh would be destroyed by this awful thing! Again the girl twisted her fingers around the bonds, calling out to Betty to help her, throwing back her head and letting out a cry of despair.
"I won't hurt you… too much."
Septillian stretched out his free hand and twisted his fingers in her cuntal thicket. Abbey watched, her eyes widening as his hand rubbed up against her clit. Then he yanked out several strands, the tugging and tearing sending streamers of white-hot pain and lust rushing through her mind. Septillian laughed, moving the iron down her thighs, pressing the cold, rusty sides against her flesh.
He watched as her face contorted, her lips quivering against one another. Abbey's knees shook while she breathed with sharp, wheezing sounds through her flared nostrils. He moved the branding iron up now until the disc was level with her cuntal crack. Running it upland down along the tense, swollen edges of her cuntlips, Septillian added a little more pressure to the disc. Abbey tensed even more, the cords sticking out once more against the flesh of her throat.
"Uhhhh… oh don’t push it in! Oh God, no, please… oh don’t…”
Abbey was afraid to speak too loudly. She was terrified that raising her voice would somehow make that awful thing slip into her cunt. Brother Septillian only smiled at her terror, adjusting the iron one more time, then pushing it in a little harder than before.
“Uhhhhhhhh!” Abbey screamed.
Septillian rammed the thing into her several inches, twisting it around and around while angling the iron up. He was touching her clit. He began fucking her quickly and Abbey’s body jerked and twitched against the horrible inanimate thing. There, was a digging, gouging pain but what was even more terrible was that Abbey warmed quickly to the intrusion. She began fucking back, her body responding to the hurried, hard fucking.
"Yghghhghhhhhhhh!”
She came, a mini orgasm racing through her body. Brother Septillian could see her pleasure and still he fucked her. The terrible branding iron climbed deeper, gutting a new path into her hot cuntflesh. The disc raked against her clit one more time and she threw back her head and let out another scream. The fucking was turning her into a witless fucking machine! And still Brother Septillian raped her with the iron.
"Abbey! Oh God, oh no!”
Betty screamed out in dismay, covering her face with both hands as brothers from the benches made certain she wouldn't escape.
Abbey jerked her head around and around, weeping with pleasure. She felt her cuntal muscles packing down, clasping onto the iron. Weird explosions went off in her body. Each explosion built to a higher and higher pitch as the girl looked through her curtaining hair at the leering men and women in front of her. Brother Septillian was still twisting the awful thing around and around in her cunt and still Abbey climaxed, her pussy overheating.
"Ohhh piease, please… don't stop. Keep it turning. Keep… keep fucking me, Please, don't… don't stop doing this.”
It was a terrible thing to beg. Brother Septillian was about to jab yet another inch in when one of the brothers rushed in and ran up to the sweaty stud.
"Excuse me, Brother Septillian, but someone's broken into the camp. We recognize him. Douglas Hansen, a de-programmer.”
Brother Septillian stopped for a moment, narrowing his eyes and looking first at Betty, then at Abbey.
"Well, your family seems to have reacted rather quickly," he said, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Put him in the other shed. I think one of these girls will speak with him shortly, informing him of the beauty of our faith. He was here once before, wasn't he?”
"Once. He never saw this ceremony or any other," Geronimus said.
"Maybe we'll have one for him… a private showing," Septillian murmured, moving back to Abbey. "She's coming back to life.”
Abbey shook her head, feeling the dying of her climactic spasms in her cunt. He stood there in front of her, his legs poised.
"Now, dear Sister, now for the test.”
He picked up the poker again, slapping it against one hand and turning around.
"Let's put this, in the heater. I want her to feel every degree.”
"Geronimus took the poker from Septillian and slipped it into a small bowl that had been provided earlier. The hot gray charcoals sparked at the touch of the cold iron, cinders flying into the air… Abbey watched helplessly as Brother Septillian retrieved the poker.
“Everyone there had to endure this pain to join. The others are reliving their experience. I'm sure you'll find them sympathetic.”
Abbey let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. Sympathy? That was one emotion she didn't expect to find in this hellhole. A de-programmer? Betty's parents had acted quickly. But what was the use? He had been caught.