Trained, chained cousins

Chapter 6

Brother Geronimus leaned over to the faucet of the barrel. As he did, his cock brushed against the girl's face and Abbey trembled, waiting to have her throat drilled by that fat, long cock.

"Do you like that touch, Sister? Do you like having a man's cock rub over your face?”

Abbey looked up at him. In her dull misery, she had no response.

"Answer me!”

"No!”

Abbey was rewarded for her lie with a sharp slap across her face.

"We do several things here. Lying's not one of them.”

"You… you hypocrite!" she sputtered, blinking away the blinding tears. "You're a lie. Everything here's a lie. This isn't a religious retreat. It's a… a… ”

Brother Geronimus only smiled at her, shaking his head while turning on the spigot.

"Ahhghghghghhh!”

Abbey gasped, her body snapping to life as she felt the rush of the cold water splash into her warm bowels. The membranes contracted violently, snapping tight around the steel nozzle. Her body twitched while her ass bounced up and down finally making contact with the spikes at the base of the long plastic cock.

The prickling sensations of those tiny blades nearly pierced her ass and cuntal flesh. With another sharp scream the girl jerked her ass up off the stool. How her leg and thigh muscles ached to keep her pussy away from those horrid mini spikes! Surely they would cut her ass to ribbons!

"That's it, Sister. You're quickly learning discipline, the discipline of pain and the ecstasy of the cross.”

More than once Abbey tried to jerk her arms down from the crucifix. But the thongs held her tight. Brother Geronimus laughed at her dilemma.

"Take your pleasure. Bounce up and down. But remember that the spikes will cut up your ass if you sag down too low," he warned.

She could see his black eyes were glistening with lust. Yes, she could see just how excited Brother Geronimus was to have a victim in his hands. And all the while that awful enema was spilling in more and more water, making her belly expand strangely. Some of the water was spraying out, dotting her ass with fine droplets.

"Now, eat.”

Brother Geronimus moved up to her, holding his cock with one hand. He rubbed the bloated prick tip over her lips, moving it up to her nose, then up to her eyes. Abbey smacked her dry lips again, remembering how Paul had forced her to suck his cock only earlier that day. She was doing it again, only this time it was a so-called religious man who was forcing her. Moving the prick back down once more, Brother Geronimus tensed his ass and pressed it against her lips.

Abbey had no choice. Swallowing hard, she opened her mouth, feeling the prick scraping over her bottom teeth, over her tongue, finally against her tonsils.

He kept telling her to think of the cross behind her, of her arms stretched out. He was moving his hips back and forth, holding her head as Paul had done while rodding her mouth.

There were times Abbey could feel his balls slapping up against her chin. Whenever her teeth scraped against his cock, Brother Geronimus slapped her against the right side of her head, reminding her to open up more for him.

"Ohhhh, that's it, Sister. You know what to do. Move your tongue around that way, make me… ohhhhh yeahhh, yeahhhh, that's it.”

He pulled his cock out now, leaving only the blood-bloated head resting on her pouty pussylip. He told her to move her lips around it, to suck down as hard as she could. This Abbey did, noting how smooth and slick the flared tip of a man's cock was compared to the sides, ridged with all those blue rope-like veins. Brother Geronimus made grunting sounds, his fingers tightening around her skull.

"Good, Sister. That's good, very good. You're learning quickly.”

How strange it was to be sitting there, a dildo up her cunt, a spigot up her ass while her arms were stretched out in some unholy position mocking the crucifixion! Her shoulders spasmed while she sank back down on the dildo without thinking. Only when she felt it nudging her cervix and felt the spikes pricking her asscheeks did the teen cry out and snatch her body up from the stool top.

"Uhfhhfhfhhffffff!”

Abbey was already highly aroused, the ass-filling water from that enema somehow adding to the sparking sensations going off in her cunt.

"Ohhhh, suck my cock, Sister. Get that tight little mouth around it now.”

Brother Geronimus moved his cock back in all the way, rubbing his hairy crotch up against her nose, flattening it with his hard-muscled belly. Abbey coughed, gagging on her spit and his cum. Abbey felt her entire body was floating in some kind of liquid. The water was bloating her ass, making her feel as if her bowels would surely explode. But at the same time that bouncing and the cock-sucking were making her more and more aroused. As her unholy pleasure built, her pain diminished. She tugged at the thongs holding her arms out-stretched on the cross, enjoying the resulting feeling of bondage.

Abbey Could taste more and more of the pre-cum oozing from Brother Geronimus's cockslit. The touch of his cock against her tonsils made her higher and higher and the agony from having been trussed up and beaten faded. The girl started to get the hang of moving up and down on that plastic cock, learning to fuck herself. After a few more stabbing punctures from the tiny steel spikes, Abbey learned to tense her thigh muscles just enough to limit the bouncing of her ass, making sure she didn't cut herself too badly.

As the plastic dildo rubbed against her increasingly itchy pussy more and more juice frothed out from her hot cunthole. The slick clicking of her pussy against the smooth sides of that dildo added to the excitement of her tongue flicking around the sensitive underside of Brother Geronimus's hot cock.

"Ohhhh yesss, Sister. You know how to suck a man's cock. You've done this before, you little bitch! You've sinned badly like this before to do it so good!”

Abbey felt her cuntflesh giving way again and again in front of the dildo as she rose and fell, rose and fell on that horrid thing. The more she bounced up and down, the hotter Abbey felt herself becoming. She was out of control, spinning down and down like a jet airplane without a tail. Her juices were spraying out of her pussy, wetting down the iron spikes sticking out around that long, inanimate cock. Her tits nearly slapped her chin as her movements became more and more violent.

Flattening out her tongue, she rubbed it back and forth, back and forth, concentrating on that groove right below the cockhead. Her mouth was coated with his juices as Brother Geronimus jack-hammered his cockrod into her mouth, swearing and cursing like a sailor. His filthy mouth excited her. Again the girl jerked her arms against the cross, loving the rough, splintery sensations of the beam against her flesh. Her mouth was making wet sucking noises as she glided her tongue up and down on Brother Geronimus's swollen cockmeat.

As she became more and more used to sucking his prick, she became more inventive with her tongue. There were times the girl drew her head back, pushing the tip of her tongue into the tiny piss-slit and drawing up more juices from his balls. Brother Geronimus appreciated her creativity, swearing at her and nearly crushing her head with his big hands. His hips slammed wildly against her face and she slurped his cockjuices, sucking his prick so hard her cheeks caved in.

As her lust mounted, her aches and pains blended into a weird stew of wild pleasure. She wanted to be hurt more, to feel that prickling of pain against her ass from those spikes to heighten the erotic effects of her bondage. The pressure in her belly was incredible as more and more water sprayed into her asshole from that unholy spigot.

"Uhhhh, Sister, I'm gonna cum… right in your mouth, gonna shoot!”

From his strained tone of voice Abbey knew he was close. She moaned against his groin, the resulting vibrations driving Brother Geronimus higher and higher. When she began tasting an increased flood of his cum oozing from his piss-slit, the girl went crazy. She started bobbing up and down on that plastic cock harder and deeper and she felt it gouging her cunt. The steel spikes at the bottom bit and chewed into her asscheeks, increasing her pleasure. There was no more pain, no more agony, no more fear. The only thing that counted now was the mounting pressure and desire in her cunt.

"Uhfhxhfhhfhf!”

And as she bounced up and down, her mouth sucked greedily against Brother Geronimus's cock. Her asseheeks jiggled and twitched against the stool as the steel spikes bit and nipped at her ass. She moaned wildly. And then-and then she felt the bleachy flood of the holy man's cock against the back of her throat.

He shouted something, gripping and twisting her hair until several strands ripped from her scalp. But Abbey didn't care. She was soaring high above in her own special sexual ecstasy. Swallowing down the squirts of cum as quickly as they shot from Brother Geronimus's prickhead, the girl squealed. Her hips and ass went wild as she bounced up and down, sticking her cunt wildly with that warm thick cock.

Her climax peaked like a thunderbolt shooting through her. The girl could hardly breathe! Brother Geronimus held her tightly, keeping his cock buried all the way until the last of his cum shot. Abbey sucked as hard as she could, feeling her clit sputtering again and again while her cuntal walls milked hard at that plastic prick. Slowly, gradually she began to come down. Reality trickled in through her sexual fog, making her all too aware of her situation.

"Ooooooohhhhhh!”

She was too relaxed now to keep the stiffened position against the cross behind her. The spikes stuck into her ass as she rested on the stool. Her cunt was still quivering, clutching and squeezing wetly against the dildo. The room was quiet except for the heavy steady panting of the two satisfied beings. As Abbey came down from her high, the enema started cramping her gut and she knew she was going to disgrace herself and shit on the floor if he didn't pull that thing out soon!

Brother Geronimus slid his cock out of her mouth with a maddening slowness. Abbey was panting now from the pain laced heavily with panic as she became sure she would shit all over herself.

“There, Sister, in there you may relieve yourself from the pressure.”

He pointed to a small door at one end of the room, having yanked the spigot from her asshole with one jerk. Abbey screamed, clutching her asshole muscles together while he unbound her arms from the cross, then helped her from the awful stool. She staggered to the bathroom barely making it.

The explosion of the liquid contents of her bowels was so powerful that the relief she felt was so profound that, the girl felt herself experiencing a mini orgasm. Whimpering and wiping the tears from under her eyes, she washed her hands in the filthy sink, all the while looking for some way to get out. But Brother Geronimus and his helpers had been careful in making this building and it was a virtual fortress. She came back but, lowering her eyes in shame.

"There, there, Sister. I think you're going to be a fine new member of our group.”

"My cousin. She isn't… isn't a member… is she?”

The thought suddenly occurred to her that Betty had lured her here and was herself one of Brother Geronimus's private whores!

"Not yet. Let's say your… eh, conversion, was something of a wonderful surprise.”

Abbey kept her head down, not daring to look at Brother Geronimus. She had revealed herself to him, shown him her delight at being abused this way while being fucked.

"I want you against the wall, Sister. Over there," Brother Geronimus said, pointing to the far western wall.

Abbey did as she was told, grateful the beating and bondage had stopped if only for a while. She shuffled across the rectangular room, stopping by the wall and turning around. Abbey had been, quick to notice a leather strap attached to the boards at her height. Brother Geronimus said nothing, pulling the strap around her throat then fastening it with a soft click to a buckle on the other side of her neck. The girl could barely swallow and she found it difficult to move her head other than a few degrees in either direction.

"I want to make sure you won't leave. I think it's time I introduce your foolish cousin into this matter.”

Brother Geronimus picked up his jockstrap and slipped it back on, drawing his long brown robe over his body and appearing once again like a religious monk. Abbey nearly choked with laughter, remembering how his face had been contorted with lust as he'd whipped and fucked her. And now he was going to drag Betty into this.

The seconds alone ticked by maddeningly slowly. Once or twice Abbey tried the strap around her throat but found the lock had been firmly fastened. At last Brother Geronimus returned with her cousin in tow.

"I don't understand why Abbey… oh my God!" Betty drew her hands to her mouth, staring with wonder at Abbey's naked body. She wheeled around, looking questioningly at Brother Geronimus.

"You've discovered the little secret of our group-both of you. Those discussion groups you heard were only part of what we believe in," Brother Geronimus said, his voice growing terrifying powerful. "Your cousin has begun to learn this. It's your turn now.”

Betty struggled, screaming, twisting like a woman damned while Brother Geronimus stripped her clothing from her. When the cotton panties were ripped from her thighs, Betty stumbled backward, falling on her naked ass. Wildly she tried protecting her tits and cunt by hugging her upper arms in and spreading her fingers over her pussy.

"Up, bitch!”

Jerking Betty up to a standing position he shoved her forward to a horizontal wooden bar that hung, gently over her head.

"Oh Abbey, I'm so sorry," Betty sobbed, shaking her head.

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.