Abbey thought something in her shoulders had popped. Again and again she screamed, her cries muffled by that awful rubber ball. She bent at the waist desperately trying to ease the pain in her shoulders. But Brother Geronimus kept pulling the chain, jerking her wrists up until they rose over her head. Surely, Abbey thought, her arms would snap off from the pressure.
"Oh, that's good, Sister. You're showing some promise there,”
Abbey screamed again, her teeth biting hard into the rubber.ball. Her feet swung free from the floor, her body Jangling two inches from the old wood. The pain was horrible, blotting out all thought from her mind except the pulsing agony shooting through both shoulders and arms. More than once she thought she could hear her bones snapping under the weight of her swinging body.
"Yaghhgfeghfff!”
Brother Geronimus attached the chain to a small iron hook driven into the wall behind him. He stood there behind the hapless teen, his lips curling into a hellish grin. Walking around to the girl, Brother Geronimus raised one hand, rubbing the flat of his palm against her right nipple. Abbey groaned, thinking she heard something snap in her left arm.
"Nice, nice, nipple.”
He drew his forefinger and thumb down, pinching the nub until she squealed. The movement resulting from the painful squeeze made Abbey kick and jerk, the bouncing moves tearing at her shoulders and arms. She squealed, unable to find comfort anywhere.
"Yaghhghghghfffff!”
"You're a quick study, Sister. Let's see if you can take more.”
Brother Geronimus turned, moving to the far wall and studying the various devices hanging there. Shaking the loose brown hair from her eyes Abbey stared tearfully at the grotesque figure. He reached for a whip, then drew his arm back and she could see the riding crop. Brother Geronimus turned, rubbing the handle up against his jock-sheathed cock while walking back to Abbey.
"Has anyone ever hit you… I mean, really struck you, Sister? Do you know the meaning of the pain? I mean, the beautiful meaning of it?”
Abbey could have shouted in his face that she did. Instead she only lowered her eyes, hoping somehow she would pass out before he began his horrid experiment with her.
"No, I don't think so. You'll learn the meaning of it tonight.”
Brother Geronimus walked around to her front, hefting one of her heavy-hanging tits. Abbey shivered, the cold touch of the leather sending thrills of delight through her tits and into her cunt. Abbey twisted her head around, ashamed to show the stud the lust she felt.
"Oh, a nice body, a good tight body," he said, his voice growing thick.
Abbey watched as he cocked his arm back like a muscular trigger. God help her, he was going to whip her senseless as she hung bound and gagged! Abbey bit into the rubber ball to help dull the pain as the crop whistled through the air.
Chapter 5
"Eaghghghghhhh!”
It was as if a hundred thousand hot coals had been dumped onto her belly. Abbey screamed through the rubber ball gag, her knees jerking up and nearly touching the rounded bottoms of her tits. Hot tears welled in her eyes as a long red mark appeared on her tummy.
"That's right, Sister. Now you're starting to learn the meaning of this kind of pain,” Brother Geronimus said, trailing the tip of the crop round the edges of her tits.
Abbey whimpered helplessly through her nose, her forehead wrinkled in terror while a pulse leaped at her throat. She felt so exposed, so… so naked in front of this maniac!
"Uhhhhh!”
Another blow, this one just above her right knee. Abbey heard the dry smacking sound of the black leather against her flesh. Then came the rushing sensation of pain tearing at her flesh. She snapped her head to one side, biting down hard on the rubber ball as the tears rushed down her cheeks. She sucked in lungfuls of air, wondering when this sick Brother Geronimus would let her go. Surely Betty would be wondering where she was.
"Ohhhhhhfffffff!”
Without cocking his arm, the big man lashed one end of the riding crop back-handed across her belly again, criss-crossing the original welt. Abbey's body jerked upward, bobbing up and down on the rattling chain like a puppet. Her shoulders popped again, her arms twisting up yet higher while the cuffs badly chafed both wrists. Her long brown hair swept over her face again and again, strands of it clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead. Another sharp, snapping blow landed between her thighs, bruising her flesh. Abbey squealed, her legs kicking out.
"I'm sure you're not a virgin, Sister. Few are your age nowadays. Think of this as your payment to God for having violated one of his holiest vows.”
"Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhh!”
Abbey shook her head back and forth, her hair splashing over her throat and face. No, she wasn't paying for anything. She had fallen victim to this maniac, but she wasn't repenting for anything. She had been raped, forced to fuck Al and Paul.
"Aghghghhghhhffffff!”
Brother Geronimus slashed the crop across her right cheek, the leather nearly splitting her skin. Bright lights popped in front of her eyes while an odd buzzing sound cut through her head. Abbey choked on a stifled scream, the spittle gathering up once again behind the ball.
Another blow struck on her face, this one on her chin! Abbey snapped her head back, that move nearly breaking her shoulders and arms. How she wanted to swear at him, to tell him what a liar he was! While he was flaunting his religious robes, he became sexually aroused by hurting girls!
Peering down, Abbey easily made out the sharp outline of a hard-on pressing against the ribbed pouch of his jockstrap. Another dry smack, this one across the ass, made Abbey let out another squeal, her asscheeks cinching tightly together while her legs kicked forward. Behind and above her that awful chain rattled, tugging and yanking at her wrists and shoulders.
"No doubt," Brother Geronimus continued, "you'd like to come down from there and rejoin your cousin Betty. In time you will. But for now you're mine.”
The words sent a shudder of terror and revulsion down her spine. Brother Geronimus jerked his hand up again when he moved back in front of the girl, the crop slicing across her right nipple. The pain was excruciating and Abbey screamed through the rubber gag, jerking her head to one side.
The pain went on and on, like a raw cut touched to salt water. She ground her teeth against the ball once more, hating Brother Geronimus bitterly. She screwed her face into another mask of twisted pain, slowly regaining control of her mind. When he came near, Abbey jerked one leg out, her toes nearly catching the man squarely in the balls.
Brother Geronimus moved to one side, easily avoiding the blow. He smiled at her. "Good. I like someone who resists. It makes my job all the more pleasant.”
He slashed the end of the crop across Abbey's face, then brought it down hard against her belly once more. The teen writhed in agony from the pain of the cutting blows. Brother Geronimus licked his lips, watching the girl as she swung like a hung piece of meat from the low ceiling.
"I'm going to find out if you're virgin or not. Of course, I could tear the gag from your mouth and ask you. But you would probably lie, not to mention scream down the walls. This is far easier and more accurate.”
Abbey heard the crop drop to the floor and she sagged in her bonds, the chain still pulling dreadfully at her injured shoulders. The slashing blows across her belly and face had knocked the fight from her and she only groaned now when she felt the man's fingers teasing through her cuntal bush, plowing on up to her pussy.