The girl was carried to a dank stone-walled room, probably in the basement of the sprawling mansion. Brandy was too dazed to understand the full import of the bars on the windows and the heavy wood of the door.
She was a prisoner.
But the pain was too much for her to look around. She moaned softly and rolled over, the movement sending red lances of pain throughout her backside. Sitting up wasn't possible. The cold rough stone against her naked ass only accentuated the way her ass had been mercilessly used by the men upstairs.
Still, the girl decided she had to move. If she stayed in one position too long her muscles would tighten up and make future movement even more difficult. Acting as if she were ninety, instead of eighteen, the blonde girl rose and steadied herself against the cold walls of her prison cell.
And prison cell it was. She slowly understood that she wasn't going to leave this place without her brother's permission. And James seemed so changed. He had always been a little bit aloof and reserved. Odd, the other kids called him. Brandy had understood a little of what went on in her older brother's head. Wanting to get away from home would have driven him like it drove her. Staying with her father was impossible for her. It must have been for James also.
This monastic existence, built on pain and suffering – the "purifying" James had called it – wasn't Brandy's idea of paradise either. It might be better than staying at home to be raped repeatedly by her father, but getting raped might be better than being whipped relentlessly like she had been.
Her nimble fingers stroked over the welts raised on her ass and back. Her tits smarted as she cupped them and lightly bobbed them up and down. The firm flesh of her tits pressed warmly against her hands triggered off tiny tremors of desire. This was so much nicer than the pain that had been inflicted on her.
In a way she didn't understand, the pain seemed to heighten her senses, make her even more aware of the potential for pleasure in her trim young body. She pressed eager fingers into her nipples. They refused to respond at first. They had been whipped with the wood rod and were suspicious of any touch. But the girl continued stroking and tweaking them between thumb and forefinger. Soon they grew hard and erect.
Hard buttons of lust now, they throbbed and pulsed hotly against her fingers. She rolled the pillars of erectile flesh around and around until the pleasure jolting down into her cunt forced out all thoughts of the pain that had been given her. All the blonde teenager thought about was fingerfucking herself.
As if her fingers were drawn by a magnet, she stroked across the trim plane of her belly and into the tangled mat of her pussy mound. She gasped at the intensity of her feelings. This was the area that her brother had taken special delight in whipping with his wooden rod. The pain at first told her to stop her fingering.
She continued. The pain died away to be replaced by the most indescribable lust she had ever felt. The girl wasn't ready to handle such potent feelings. Her cunt overflowed and drenched her hand with fuck fluids. She slipped a finger into her curd and slowly drew it back and forth in a mock fucking. It wasn't anywhere near as good as having a cock in her cunt, but it would have to do.
This was therapy for the girl. She needed to be taken away from the grim reality of her situation. Locked in the cell naked, she couldn't hope to escape. Ever. But that didn't matter as long as her cunt responded to her fingering.
She stroked along the soft walls of her cunt over and over until the friction mounted and then she added another finger. Using her thumb, she was able to lightly flick across her clit. This set her off. She totally forgot all about her predicament as she reveled in the oceanic waves of ecstasy blasting across her tender young body.
And then the door to her cell opened. The squeaking of unoiled hinges brought her to her senses. Reluctantly, she abandoned her gooey, wonderful cunt and stared at the slowly entering figure. Panic surged again.
"Wh-who's there?" she managed to stutter out. "Who is it? James? Is that you?"
The door closed, the figure standing in the depths of shadow beside it. The person raised an arm as if in greeting.
"Answer me! Who is it? Have you come to beat me again, James?" She felt herself slipping into uncontrollable fright. Nothing would stop her heart from pounding furiously. She lifted one hand in horror to cover her mouth, discovering the salty taste of her own fuck-juices.
"Please," came a meek voice. "Don't make this more difficult for me. I… I am only an apprentice. I have to g-give you this."
A shadow-garment was suspended from the other girl's hand, one of the woolen robes she had seen her brother wearing.
"I can't put that on," Brandy said primly, feeling more confident now. "I still have my hands chained. There's no way…"
The other girl advanced now, a key in her hands. She silently unlocked the chains and motioned for Brandy to dress in the robe. The blonde girl did so, then was taken by surprise when the other girl looped the chain around her waist and refastened it. The snapping lock and the links cutting into Brandy's waist told the story. She was still a prisoner. She might cut off the robe, but the chain was securely fixed around her waist as a constant reminder of what she had gotten herself into. Her brother thought of everything.
"What is this place?" she demanded. "I haven't seen my brother in ages – and he's changed! God, has he changed! I can't believe he whipped me like a dog."
"He purified you," the meek girl said. "Brother James purified you to get rid of the evil lurking in your body. Just like he did me to rid, me of evil."
The girl cast her eyes downward, as if ashamed of something she'd said. Brandy forgot her fright and the pain in her body, curious now.
"What's wrong? What evil lurking in my body? I'm not evil, and you certainly don't look evil. What's going on? What does James want?"
"He is a good man, a great man!" the girl suddenly said. Her pale cheeks showed tiny circles of red as her excitement mounted. "He is the only one who can lead us from this wasteland we've formed for ourselves. He can show us the true path and lead us to the ecological niche that should have been ours."
"And he whips people to do this? Come off it!" Brandy was shocked to see the sudden change in the girl's expression. It turned from angelic to demonic. The anger flaring in the girl's eyes told her the complete story. She had just insulted a God-like being and now she was going to have to pay.
"Brother James was right about you. More than superficial evil lurks in that temptress body of yours. You must be purged further."
"The hell with that! I want out of this nut house!"
"There is no escape. You are here for good. We are prisoners of our own faith and must remain to keep the cause strong. Nothing less than total twenty-four-hour-a-day devotion is acceptable."
"Bullshit," Brandy muttered under her breath. "Why don't you show me around the place?"
"Maybe that will show the right path to me. You know, maybe I'll get into the swing of life around here." She stared at the cold dripping stone walls of her cell and shivered. Getting used to this barren room would take a hell of a lot of doing. Her bedroom back at home wasn't any showplace, but it was worlds better than this – even if she did have to lock her door to keep her raping father away from her.
"Very well. That sounds like a good idea. Come this way."
The girl swirled out of the cell, her robes swishing around bare ankles. Brandy made the immediate discovery that the woolen, robes were scratchy. They chafed her tender skin in all the wrong places. She felt the robe pulling hard against her nipples, irritating them, making them grow hard. And the way the coarse robe rubbed over her tortured ass made every single step a new torture.
But it was better to follow this odd girl on a guided tour of the mansion – and maybe find some way out – than it was to freeze her ass off in the cell. She knew she wouldn't be able to escape from that, not in a month of Sundays.
Brandy followed the girl silently, taking in the strangeness of the mansion. Once it had been elegant. James had stripped away all the furnishings and replaced them with utilitarian barren seats that would look more at home in some monastery. And the coldness seemed to seep into the young girl's bones. The house was both physically and spiritually cold.
"We believe in total balance of the ecology. Of course, that means that humans must control their inner drives if we are to live in harmony with all nature."
"Inner drives?" Brandy asked cautiously. She thought she knew what the girl was getting at and it scared her.
"We must transcend our animalistic instincts."
"Like fucking?" Brandy said suddenly, hoping to shock the girl. She succeeded, or so it seemed. The other girl cringed a little at the dirty word.
"Yes, rutting like animals only overpopulates the world. Brother James is wise. He tells us when to copulate."
"Copulate? God, you make it sound even more like animals having at it. Fucking is fun. Don't you enjoy it?"
"Of course not. That's the mark of evil! You are definitely out of harmony with the earth. The Children of the Earth have much work to do with you, I see. You must be purified!"
"Bullshit," Brandy cried, shoving the girl aside and running. She didn't care where, she went as long as it was away from this misguided fool. The girl ran and ran until she finally blundered into a small closet. She hid inside, her tits rising and falling heavily under the coarse robe. In spite of herself, Brandy felt faint stirrings inside her cunt.
It might have been in protest against the horrible things the other girl had told, her. She loved fucking, she loved sex in all its forms. To give them all up was obscene!
She heard the slap-slap of bate feet on the floors outside the closet. Brandy opened the door a crack and peered out to see if her hiding place had been discovered. She saw her brother confronting the girl who was frantically searching for her.
"You lost her? You ignorant slut! You must undergo immediate purification for this breach of rules. No unpurified brother or sister is allowed freedom in the halls after sunset!"
"Brother James, I beseech you! I seek her even now. She can't have gotten far!"
Brandy cringed when she saw her brother unlock the chain from around his waist and swing it in a dazzling are through the air. The poor girl moaned as the chain wrapped itself around her neck. Frantically, she tried to loosen it. James merely pulled her along like a captive balloon on a string.
"To the purification rites!" he ordered. Brandy watched until they vanished from her field of vision. Curious, she poked her head out into the hall. They were gone. She hastily stepped out, wondering where they had gone. Then she heard noises coming from one of the rooms. She had to see what was going on.
She opened the door of the room a crack and peered in. Brandy had to cover her mouth with, her hand to keep from crying out loud. The girl who had been showing her around the house was stripped naked and tied on the altar in such a way that her cunt was widely exposed to whomever wanted to fuck her.
"You have sinned. Sin is a crime against all of nature. You are inharmonious. You must learn the rhythm of the universe once again."
James slipped out of his robe. Brandy gasped when she saw the size of his hard-on. It didn't look so much like a cock as it did a telephone pole. She had never guessed her brother was this well-hung. Just the sight of his hard long cock made her cunt begin to churn again. To get a piece of that action was more than she could hope for!
The girl tried to keep her thoughts from running away with her. This was her brother she was having carnal thoughts about. She couldn't possibly fuck him. That would be incest. And what he was doing to the chained girl on the altar wasn't much different from what their father had done to Brandy. The only difference was in attitude.
The girl chained spread-eagle on the altar had an expression on her face that Brandy found hard to identify. Then she realized this was a religious experience for the young girl. She was getting fucked while she was bound and helpless. It seemed like some sort of religious sacrament.
Brandy couldn't understand it. She would be furious if it were she on the altar, and yet her cunt was beginning to drool in the most lewd manner possible. She pressed fingers into the coarse robe and shivered as the material caressed her most delicate flesh.
Moaning softly she began to masturbate as she watched the X-rated scene in the room unfold. Her brother walked closer to the altar, his huge prick held firmly in his hand. Only the purple-tipped knob of his glans poked out.
"You must be purified by the wand of justice," he intoned. He got up onto the altar, his knees pressing apart the young girl's thighs. Then he dropped his full weight onto the helpless woman.
Brandy could see it all. And it thrilled her strangely. She could see the long hard rod of her brother's cock part the pink scalloped cuntlips and then vanish from sight. The girl getting fucked arched her back and screamed at the rough penetration.
"Fuck me, Brother James, fuck me and make me gooooood!"
"My fleshy sword will drive forth the demons of uncaring from your body. You shall be whole again."
His hips moved with slow rhythmic jerks. Brandy opened the door a little farther so she could see every second of this wanton act. She was horrified that her brother would chain a girl down like this and fuck her, but she was also turned on by it.
She kept her own hand moving restlessly across her cunt, pressing into the turgid flaps of her cuntlips and then driving her finger all the way up into her cunt. She didn't bother to put her hand under her robe. She simply wrapped the rough woolen robe around her finger and fucked herself that way. The coarseness of the robe only added to her excitement. Never had she felt surges like she was getting in her cunt now. She finger-fucked herself faster and faster as she saw her brother's hairy ass begin to knot and strain with his fucking rhythm.
"Purify me, Brother James!" the chained girl on the altar cried out repeatedly. "Cancel out all the evil in my body. Drive it out with your fleshy sword of justice!"
"I… will!" panted the man, his body moving faster. There was a light sheen of sweat all over him now as the exertion of the fucking took its toll on his body. His magnificently muscled body rippled such as Brandy had never seen before. She had always thought that her brother was something of a skinny runt, but he was showing her a completely different side of his nature now. The muscles standing out weren't huge ones, not like a weightlifter's, but they were ample. They were like the smooth flowing muscles of a swimmer, rippling and surging and completely under control.
She saw his fuckstick part those puffy cuntlips and drive mercilessly all the way into the chained girl's cunt. The girl on the altar struggled passionately as the man fucked her faster and harder and deeper. Every thrust threatened to rip her apart all the way to the chin. And she still begged for more!
"Drive out all the evil! Make me a good person again! I need it sooooo!"
The man didn't answer. His cock pistoned in and out. From her vantage point at the door, Brandy could heat the lewd slurping noises as the cunt oils slopped out around the thick plug of cock. The girl was getting a royal fucking and loving it.
And she called this purification!
If this was what it meant to get purified, then Brandy loved this more than anything else in the world. It was sure as hell a sight better than being beaten with wood sticks.
"I… I feel the nearness of the purification," grunted James. "The fluid of power is soon to erupt!"
He humped faster, his cock fucking into the softly yielding cunt. The pink cuntlips seemed to caress and kiss his cock with every stroke. Then he arched his back and groaned loudly. Brandy could see his balls convulsively jerking and contracting. Her brother was spilling out his hot jism into the girl's cunt.
"Yes, yes, yes, I feel it!" the girl sobbed.
And then it was over. The man sighed and relaxed and got off the stone altar. He motioned to two robed figures standing at the side of the room to come and release the girl.
"She is purified once again. My holy body fluids mingle with hers and make her pure. Evil is driven out of her."
Brandy almost laughed. He seemed so solemn. He'd just fucked a pretty girl and he was sounding like an old man now. He should be relaxing, enjoying the warm afterglow from a good fucking. And then it hit Brandy that perhaps he didn't consider this a good fucking. He might actually think of it as a duty, an act of purification.
Still, fucking by any other name would feel just as good. The blonde girl knew that the girl on the receiving end of that huge cock had to be feeling warm and good all over. She had to.
Her own fingers delved deeper and deeper into her cunt, but she froze when she heard her brother's cold voice say, "Look no more for the evil one. My sister stands at the door coveting our purification ritual."
She was caught!