Trained, chained cousins

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.

"Ahhhhhh!”

Her cries echoed through the large room but Brother Septillian paid no attention. The laughter died along with her hysterical cries. Abbey tensed, fear crawling up and down her thighs, making her pussy tight and hot once more. The iron crackled in that awful bowl as more cinders circled above, some falling onto her sweaty body. Betty was screaming again from behind her, begging them all to release her cousin. But no one was moving. All attention was focused on the panting, sweating Abbey.

Brother Septillian paced back and forth, waiting for the branding iron to heat. He cracked his knuckles at times, glancing at the terrified teen from time to time. He licked his lips, talking softly to Geronimus, then moving back to the bowl and standing to one side while staring into the burning coals.

"Oh please, I'll do-anything, anything for you. I'll let you fuck me all the time. But please, don't touch me with that thing. Don't burn me with-it!”

Abbey's tearful pleas went unheeded.

"Yes," Septillian finally hissed.

The one word made Abbey's skin crawl and she knew she would carry the brand of that cult on her body all her life-if indeed she lived. She tightened her fingers around the wrist thongs.

"Now you'll learn the secret of the cult pain and pleasure, dear Sister, pain and pleasure.”

Geronimus moved up to one side, sliding his hands around her ass and cupping them while Septillian moved closer. There were more cracking and hissing sounds and Abbey's eyes fastened on the horrid thing, the tip now white-hot.

"Oh no, no^ no!”

Abbey whimpered, shaking her head slowly from side to side, This had to be the ultimate test, the one that would surely kill her! She tried drawing herself back, feeling the thongs restraining both her ankles and wrists.

“You don’t like this, Sister? It's your new lover, your new friend.”

His mocking words heightened her terror as he drew the iron closer.

“Oh, please, please, I’ll do anything,” the hysterical teen begged once more.

Abbey’s voice was no more than a hoarse whisper-now; sweat-burning into her eyes and nostrils. She shuddered, the violent spasms passing down her narrow shoulders. Her tits drew up, the peaks hard and stiff. Strange, pleasurable eruptive spasms rushed through her belly and cunt.

"Of course you will. After this wonderful thing cools down you'll do what we choose to have you do. But you're not frightened now, are you?”

"Oh God!”

Abbey could hardly think. Her mind was a riot of emotions as she stood there, a captive of this animal's.

"Of course you're not. I see your tits are swelling, right Geronimus?”

The other stud was rubbing both his hands against her asscheeks now. Abbey could feel his cock pressing up against her ass and guessed he was going to fuck her in the asshole.

"Yes, Sister, I think you want this… ”

"Oh no, no… no… ”

Her voice died away as Brother Septillian dropped the iron toward her body. She cringed once more, goose-pimples exploding on her thighs. She could feel the juice from her pussy trickling down her legs while the mound seemed to swell to the exploding point. Septillian lowered the iron a little more and she felt the heat warm her knees. He took his time positioning the heavy weight, watching as the girl shivered.

“Agh!”

The cry was sharp, short, loud! Abbey had screamed, every nerve in her body alive and expectant. Still Septillian hadn't touched her flesh yet with the red-hot disc. It was glowing a red path between her thighs now, the heat radiating from, the instrument and singeing the tiny blonde hairs covering her legs.

She glanced down, watching the blonde cunthairs shriveling, smoldering down to her cuntmound. The bitter hair was nauseating, the smell of a gutted, incinerated animal. But the aroma seemed to arouse Brother Septillian. His hand shook, the iron bobbing up and down. His prick was growing, stretching against his jockstrap.

"Oh Christ, no, no… ”

As his fingers trembled, a thousand burning coals seemed to land into Abbey's cunt.

"I'll do anything. Oh God, don't do this to me. In Jesus's sweet name, don't touch me!”

"In Jesus… Good, you're learning, Sister.”

Again Septillian only laughed at her, the iron moving closer to her pussy. Desperately the girl yammered, offering them all anything they wanted if only Septillian would take that branding iron away from her cunt. The heat was baking her crotch, burning into, her convulsing pussyhole without ever touching her cuntflesh.

"Yaghghhhhhh!”

The hellish inferno curled into her pussy, passing through the humid fist, searching and finding her clit. The heat from that iron took over, pinching her clit, licking and sucking at it. Then it pinched harder, making the girl twist as if the horrid branding iron had actually touched the thigh flesh.

"Oh, you're cumming again, Sister. You can't even control yourself any more. Whenever you have pain, you have pleasure at the same time, am I right?”

"Sister, answer Brother Septillian," Geronimus said, pinching her ass hard.

"Uhhhhhh!”

Abbey couldn't bring herself to respond to these men. All she could think of was that branding iron and the continual spasms in her pussy. She screamed again, begging for mercy. Even then she wondered what further delight iron would bring her.

"You love it," he spat, his hand wavering again, the iron nearly touching the puckered, juice-slicked cuntlips.

“Oh yes, good God, yes," Abbey confessed, her head hanging down between her shoulders.

Brother Septillian drew back. The sudden withdrawal of the heat stunned Abbey. She quivered, wanting to reach for and touch that glowing tip.

"You want it so badly, dear Sister. Then enjoy the kiss of the iron.”

Septillian moved the horrid thing forward, putting the disc on her right thigh and imprinting the half circle imprint of the cult on her flesh.

“Eaghghghghghghghghgh!”

At first there was only the sensation of pressure. Abbey watched as the disc seated into her white, sweaty, flesh. Then, for some strange reason, the girl felt intense cold as if he had touched her with a piece of dry ice. Quickly following these two sensations came the incredible rush of heat arid pain. The agony hit her with the force.of an.onrushing freight train. She jerked at the thongs, thinking she would surely tear them from their anchorage. The frame rattled and swayed from her wild movements as the disc burned into her flesh.

"Eaghghghghhh!”

Abbey could smell the acrid-aroma of burning flesh as the iron remained pressed against her skin for at least ten seconds. There was a hissing sound as well. He was branding her, branding her as if she were some kind of ranch animal. The girl snapped her head back, letting out shriek after shriek, hearing her cousin Betty screaming back as the helpless, girl watched."

“Uhhhhhh… ”

It was over. Brother Septillian had removed the disc, throwing it back into the bowl. The stinging pain remained, throbbing and pulsing through her body. Glancing-down Abbey, saw the red, swollen area, a blackened half circle cutting through the injured flesh. She would keep that all her life. There was nothing she could do to remove it. This had been God's reward, she thought ironically as Septillian circled behind her.

"We'll fuck her… both of us," Septillian said to Geronimus, grinning back at the girl.

Abbey was in no mood to fuck, or so she thought. The pain from the branding of her right leg took what delight she had in that at first from her mind. But Septillian and Geronimus were determined.

“And now for your final ordeal, dear Sister.”

Geronimus moved back in front, standing on the inner frame, his cock hard and hot. Without any effort he moved forward, sliding his prick up into her with one thrust. Abbey cried out, her eyes wild with a frenzy of lust and pain. Holding onto her, Brother Geronimus smiled and nodded to his partner.

"No, no, no, no!”

Snapping from her stupor, the girl realized they were both going to fuck her at the same time! She could feel Septillian's cock pushing hard at her tight little asshole. She kept begging him not to fuck her there while all the time the tip of his cock pressed harder. And then the young teen felt her asshole giving way. Just as Geronimus's cock was pulling back from her cunt, his partner's prick was sliding in, pushing down into her bowels.

"Fuck me, Sister. That's it, fuck me good and hard.”

The two men were fucking her hard, their bodies slapping wetly against hers, the framed rack threatening to topple over from the weight of the three rattling against it. Finally Geronimus cried out, reaching his back while pumping in his load. Septillian quickly followed, drilling her ass, then spitting in his hot, white sticky glue.

Abbey growled, her rational mind having exploded again and again with yet another climax. She collapsed, limp as a rag, completely defeated by this ordeal.

"She's one of us now. Put up the other one," Geronimus said, unfastening the bonds and catching Abbey as she fell forward.

"Oh no, not me! Oh please, noooo… " Betty wailed.

Abbey heard her cousin's scream, the tearing of her clothes and then the rattling of the mobile rack as they threw Betty onto it. Abbey smiled, knowing full well Betty would experience the same kind of pleasure/pain she had. Betty would no doubt find it not so bad after all.