Cold water shocked her awake. Brandy shivered all over, sending water rippling from her skin. Another bucket of water doused her. The chilly water tripped her senses and refused to let go. She shuddered again and managed to roll over to stare upwards at the vaulted ceiling.
It took the girl several seconds to remember she was still under her brother's domination. He was the one throwing the water on her. He had tote. He was the only one with the authority to do such a horrid thing to her.
She blinked hard a few times and managed to focus her eyes on her brother. He stood, his arms crossed on his chest, looking like some old time prophet from the Bible. His thin face and gaunt frame gave him a permanently disapproving look. All he really needed was a thick gray beard to complete the picture.
"You are among us again?" he asked in his deep voice.
"Yes, Brother James," she answered. The girl could hardly believe this was happening to her. It seemed like a nightmare. She was simply walking through the never-never land of dreams. That had to be it.
Brandy remembered her rape. That had been real. No nightmare could give her the intense feelings that her father had imparted to her. And the trip here. That was real. The way her brother had whipped her and raped her and chained her, all those things had to be real, too. She felt the chains still on her wrists. Her back was criss-crossed with ugly red welts caused by his stinging whip. No amount of imagination on her part could invent the aches and pains she felt throughout her body.
Her cunt ached. She realized she had been both anally and cuntally raped since coming into this very room. No wonder her entire body was one giant raw nerve ending of agony.
"On your feet, slut," he ordered.
"Yes, Brother James." She surprised herself at her own meekness. She wanted to do nothing but obey. She had to please him. Nothing else in her now-limited world seemed worthwhile.
"Good," he said, nodding slowly. "You have learned the proper respect for one such as myself."
"Yourself, Brother James?"
"I am a holy one. Only through me can you find a better land. Only I am holy enough to show you the true path to personal freedom. Pain and purification go hand in hand. You must be purged. And when you attain true holiness, you will see a new world opening in front of you."
She knew it was all bullshit, but she believed. In that moment of pain and confusion, she believed every single word her brother said. He was the one to lead her to a better way of life. She remembered the way it had been for her before.
Going from one stud to another, seeking out those who could give her the most pleasure. That had been her only goal in life: finding the best stud to give her the best fucking possible.
She realized how shallow that actually was. There was no spiritual growth possible in seeking out nothing but personal delight. Her brother offered her the best of her old world as well as a brand new one filled with religious meaning.
James was truly the new Messiah. She knew he had to be. No one else could have forced such changes on her in such a short time.
"Quickly!" he commanded. "To the middle of the room!"
She got her feet under her and rose. Limbs were aching and stiff from the time she had spent on the cold floor. The teenager didn't know how long she had been out. From the cramped feeling in her muscles, it might have been a hell of a long time.
"Raise your hands over your head. Do it! Now, damn you, you whore! Do as I command!"
The whip insured that she obeyed. It was sheer agony to raise her arms. The girl's shoulders felt as if the joints would rupture. Her wrists were paralyzed from the circulation being shut off. But she obeyed. She felt she had to. The pain shot down into her arms and throughout her body as her chained hands were thrust up toward the ceiling of the room.
She felt a hook slip between her wrists and close around the chains binding her so securely. And then her feet left the floor.
It took Brandy a few seconds to realize the floor hadn't dropped away from under her. She was being lifted up by the hook. When only her toes touched the floor – if she strained – the hook stopped moving. She swung to and fro for a minute trying to collect her senses.
This wasn't all that bad, she decided. She was upright and while her hands were feeling leaden and ready to drop off, it wasn't any worse than before. She surveyed the room and found she was alone. James had abandoned her.
A surge of panic filled her. She screamed out, "James! Brother James! Don't leave me! Please don't do this to me! What have I done to cause you to leave me like this!"
She felt the panic clutch madly at her heart. She got her breath in short hurried pants. And the full pain caused in her body by being strung up hit her. Her calves began to knot with strain. If she had been entirely off the floor this wouldn't have happened. Yet she couldn't quite pull her knees up and simply dangle. The pain in her arms and shoulders prevented that. James had her in a position designed to give her the most discomfort possible without actually harming her.
"James!" she cried out again. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't leave me!"
Fear of being abandoned tore and ripped at her guts. She felt her stomach turning into a cold puddle of horror. Everything she had suffered for was all going down the tubes. James had turned his back on her. She wasn't worthy any longer. He saw no redeeming social value in her tender whipped body. She was worthless, a nothing.
The girl began to cry piteously. She couldn't believe she was so bad. Hadn't she gone through most of the purification ritual? Hadn't she suffered enough? She had!
The tears ran down her cheeks and dribbled onto her chest. She felt the tingling sensation in her tits as the salty tears ran around the broad bases of her tits. She no longer cared. She would cheerfully die if only James would come back and tell her she was still acceptable to him.
The girl couldn't understand. She was as sexually interesting as any of the women she had seen in this place. She knew she could satisfy him. It didn't matter to her if he commanded total obedience. She was willing to obey! In return she got the security that had been lacking in her world.
No longer need she worry about food, shelter and clothing, or trying to find a man capable of satisfying her sexual desires. All those things would be given her by her brother. And he had abandoned her as being a whore, a slut, too unworthy of his attentions.
The girl spun around like a top when she heard the door creaking open. Hope flared as she saw a dark figure entering the room. "James!" she shouted. "You've come back!"
He walked to her slowly, taking his tine. He had put on his coarse robe again. The chains around his waist rattled ominously as he walked. He studied his sister as if she were a side of beef hanging in a meat locker. Finally, he nodded, as if finding her Grade A.
"Are you ready for the next stage in your purification?"
"Oh, yes, James, yes!" she bubbled. "Anything! Just don't leave me again."
"I can never leave you if you are truly purified. I am everywhere. I am in the beans of all Children of the Earth, if they truly believe. You still do not believe and must require further ritual."
"I'm ready," she blurted out, not caring if he whipped her until the flesh peeled off her back. Anything was worth it to get him to accept her. Nothing had ever seemed so desirable to her in all her life.
"You must be separated from the earth. If the earth accepts you afterwards, a major step forward will have been taken."
He moved swiftly. He reached out and cupped her asscheeks. He pulled her legs upward so that they were tucked under each of his arms. His cock jutted through the folds of his coarse robe. He moved forward into the vee of his sister's legs, his cock jutting out stiffly.
She lifted her ass even more so that she could work her cunt over the impaling spike of his cock. She shuddered as his cock parted her slobbering cuntlips and then bucked hard into the tiny chamber of her cunt. At first, he couldn't get a straight drive up into her cunt.
Twisting and turning eagerly, the girl was able to get his cock firmly lodged inside her cunt. She screamed at the suddenness of the entry, but it was so good having the hot hard length of cock in her cunt again that she didn't care what tortures she endured.
"Fuck me," she begged her brother. "Fuck me until I'm worthy of you!"
He took a step backwards. She felt his cock sliding from her hot cunt. She arched her back in spite of the pain that raced through her arms and shoulders. She didn't want to lose his cock now!
He took another step backwards. She locked her heels behind his back. This pulled her out almost straight. The pain lancing through her body was intense now. Almost more than she could stand. Almost. Will power kept her grimly banging on. She would do anything in the world to keep his cock inside her throbbing needful cunt.
He gripped her asscheeks and began kneading them like ripe half moons made of dough. She moaned softly now. This was pleasure to replace the pain he had given her up till now. But she would endure it all. This was her brother and he was the only one who could make her a complete woman in this complex and mixed up world. He would lead her to truth.
He moved forward now, his cock hammering hard against the tight walls of her cunt. She was shoved backwards and her body began to rotate. She was almost looking down at the floor when his cock began sliding out of her cunt again.
She tensed up her stomach muscles in an attempt to keep him inside her cunt. She didn't want to lose him, no matter what he did. Her brother grunted and his cock slid back up all the way to the hilt in her sloppy cunt.
When she was hanging vertically again, he began to grind his body around and around. She moaned softly now. Her steaming cunt was being stimulated more than she would have believed possible by this action. She had no more blonde pussy fur to cushion the impact of his crotch grinding into her, shorn cuntlips.
She came. The girl hardly realized she was so close to climax. Her brother's cock began to slide out of her cunt. She tensed up again, squeezing tightly on the hard cock. He fucked back in. She sobbed mightily now. He was teasing her. Not giving her all his cock to keep inside forever and ever, he was only toying with her.
"Fuck me good, James. Don't play with me, fuck me as hard and fast as you can. My little cunny needs it. I'm hungry inside for cock. Fuck meeeee!"
He laughed. His harsh laughter filled her ears and made her head spin. Her mind was too twisted apart to figure him out. He was giving her what he thought would benefit her the most. But she couldn't understand. He was torturing her. She could endure the pain. Her arms were dead now. Her wrists were black and blue from dangling from the chains. She was naked and beaten all over her body, even on the soles of her feet. All this she could accept.
She couldn't take him not fucking her when she needed it the most.
"You are a whore, aren't you?" he asked. "What do you want me to say?"
"That you're a whore, that you desire my cock above all else, that fucking is the only thing your evil soul rejoices in!"
"Yes, yes, I swear to all that. Now fuck me good with that sweet cock of yours. I'll do anything to get it. Anything at all!"
He laughed again, but this time he fucked her with deliberate powerful strokes. Each one rattled Brandy's teeth. She thought she would die before he came. And she almost did.