Brandy looked around for someplace to run. All exits were closed to her. She saw one of the dark robed figures advancing on her from each end of the hallway. In the purification room there was only her brother. The girl and her two acolytes had vanished through some side door.
Side door! That thought hit Brandy like a load of bricks. If the others had escaped that way, so could she. She hastily pushed her way into the room. The dampness on the front of her brown robe told what she had been doing, but that didn't matter to her. She didn't care what her nut-case brother thought. All she wanted was out of here before he did something to her.
She ran across the room and rattled the handle of the door. Locked. Turning back, she faced her naked brother. The look on his face was one of peace and complete lust. She didn't know how he could combine the two the way he did. He was a holy man – self-proclaimed – and yet he was still a man. He had taken no vow of chastity. The fucking of the chained girl on the altar had shown that. If anything, he had elevated sex to the point where only the highest of the religious order were allowed to fuck.
"James, please, this is Brandy. I'm your sister. You don't want to do anything to me you'd regret later."
"You are in need of purification, too. And in your case, it is imperative that it be done immediately."
She tried to dodge around him. Strong fingers clamped firmly on her upper arm and spun her around. Her body collided with his. In that moment, she felt a weakness pass through her. She couldn't define what it was. Something like the first time she knew she was going to get fucked. And there was more to it. Looking into her brother's eyes, she saw something of the religious man as well, as the sex-starved animal. And the combination worked magic on her.
All strength fled and she couldn't struggle any longer. She had to give in to his desires. In some way she didn't even begin to understand, she wanted to fuck her very own brother. She wanted to feel that huge cock of his driving into her needy cunt, hard, fast, loving. She had to have that.
And he could give her heaven.
"Please, James, you're hurting me." But the protest was weak. She didn't mean it. She didn't really care if he hurt her or not, as long as he gifted her with his long, virile cock.
"To the altar," he said coldly.
Meek as a lamb, she obeyed. She felt herself being split into two separate people in that instant. Deep inside her head something screamed out against this. It told her that she was going to be raped just as her father had raped her. And this would be all the worse. Not only was it incest, but her brother had just finished fucking another helpless girl.
That was one part of her mind speaking. The other limply obeyed. She found all strength gone from arms and legs. They hung like leaden weights. She couldn't look away from her brother's magnetic gaze.
"On the altar," he commanded.
"James, this doesn't have to be nasty. Look, let's just fuck, you and me. I know it sounds odd, but I saw you with the other girl and I got hot! Did I get the hots for that cock of yours! Sure, I know it's incest, but who the fuck cares? I want your cock. Let's just get it on!"
"Bitch!" he cried, slapping her across the face. The impact knocked her flat on her back across the stone altar. The sudden cruelty of his action hurt her more than the blow.
"Wh-what's wrong, James? I th-thought you wanted to fuck me!"
"I don't want to fuck you, as you so crudely put it. I want to lead you to an enlightenment you have never found before. I want to purify your body, not fuck it." His tone told her that he saw a difference. She was amazed. Fucking was fucking and that was all there was to it. But James distinguished a world of difference.
"James, we can…"
She never finished. Strong hands gripped her wrists and pulled her back onto the stone altar. A quick snap and the chain around her waist was freed and her robe was pulled off. She was naked and totally at her brother's mercy.
What made it even worse for the teenager, she didn't know what she wanted from him. She had seen him fucking and the sight of his cock turned her on in a big way. To feel its manly virile power driving hard and fast into her cunt would be wonderful. But it was incest. She didn't want that. And she certainly didn't want him fucking her like her father had done. That was rape.
Brandy wasn't sure what her brother thought about a man stuffing his cock all the way into a woman's cunt. He seemed to veil the act of fucking in odd religious terms.
"Spread those legs, wanton harlot!"
Meekly she did as she was told. Her legs drifted apart to widely expose her juicy gash. She felt a cool breeze on her agitated cunt. She was hot and ready for anything – as long as it came with hot, hard cock!
"The razor!" commanded James.
"What?" she screamed. She tried to close her legs, but he had moved to the fleshy vee. Her knees banged against the sides of his naked body. She could see his cock stirring, stiffening in lust. The idea of taking a razor to his own sister was turning him on!
What kind of a beast was this man?
Brandy didn't know. After the first scream, she felt her mouth turn dry with fear. Her words were all cloaked in cotton and she swallowed with great difficulty. She saw one of the robed figures hand James a nasty-looking straight razor. The gleam from its sharp blade hypnotized her. She tried to look away but found she couldn't.
"The slut must be shorn of her vanity before true purification can be attained. Let us take her back to a childhood state of innocence. Let us remove the wanton whore symbols front her body."
She did scream when James ran the edge of the razor across her belly toward her jiggling tits. He stopped at the broad base of her left tit, the sharp edge of the razor pressing into her flesh but not cutting it. She almost fainted in terror when he slowly stroked the naked edge of the blade all the way to her nipple.
The girl felt that savage ugly razor blade every inch of the way. Her skin crawled and turned to gooseflesh. And when he batted around her nipple with the side of the razor, she blacked out.
She came to and felt the man running the blade over the bumpy plain of her areola. He wasn't harming her, but the idea that the slightest jerk on his part could cut off her rigid nipple appalled her.
And what appalled her even more was the idea that her nipple was so hard. She was responding sexually to this torture. She tried to calm her racing heart and found she couldn't. Her fear was a sexual thing, a beast devouring her insides. Her cunt frothed and boiled. She couldn't close her legs, and the sight of the man's raging hard-on was almost enough to make her faint again.
"She responds. She is ready for the next portion of purification."
Brandy screamed again when the hot lather hit her tender cunt. She watched in utter fascination and horror as one of the men slathered the white foam all over her blonde pussy fur. Her numbed mind refused to understand what was happening until her brother began shaving off her cunt-hair. "James, you can't do this to me!" she shrieked.
"I'm your sister. This is sick!"
"This is part of the purification."
She stopped struggling when she realized he was going to shave her snatch bare whether she fought him or not. No longer trying to kick free of his grasp at least assured her that he wouldn't cut her with the impossibly sharp razor. She watched in mute horror as he carefully drew it over her pussy mound, the crinkly blonde hair vanishing under its steely edge. Then he stroked it across her cunt lips. She could feel the hair being shave off.
What was worst of all for the girl was the tingling feeling deep in her guts. This was turning her on! The feel of harsh steel so close to her cunt made her all juicy inside.
"Please," she begged, "stop this now!"
"The next phase of the purification is about to begin." A quick brush of the hem of his robe and her cunt was wiped clean of all the foam. She saw that her snatch now gleamed a dull pink, shining just like it did when she was eleven years old. She had never thought much about her fleecy bush – until now.
She missed it. She missed it and the idea of the freedom it had given her. Now the girl was totally under the domination of her brother. Escaping him wouldn't be easy, but she vowed to do that. No matter what other atrocity he might perform on her body, she would escape. She just had to!
"To the crucifix. Secure her to the crucifix!" cried James, pointing. She looked in the direction he pointed and then looked back at her brother. He sported a huge hard-on, throbbing with life, dancing and bucking at a jaunty angle in front of his groin. He was intensely aroused by the idea of shaving her snatch and was even hotter for the idea of chaining her to the cross-pieces of the crucifix.
The wooden beams were different from most crosses. A double beam formed an X shape. They quickly chained her waist around the middle of the cross and then tied her wrists and ankles down firmly. She was supported only by the bonds on her body. The sagging weight pressing against the chains made her weak and feeble. She wanted nothing more than to be out of here, even if it meant going to her raping father.
"What is going on, James?" she demanded. "I don't know what's wrong with you people. You tortured that other girl and now you're doing this to me, your very own sister! Why?"
"The purification demands it. You must be whole before being allowed to go and touch the earth again. Ecology tells us we are all one with nature. A single unit out of harmony will destroy us all. We are attempting to get all humans into agreement with nature. You must be purified so that your ways do not kill us all!"
"That's silly!" she said, but she felt the strength ebbing from her arms and legs. The circulation was being cut off by the chains and the sharp, tingly feelings were going to cause bruises from where the chain's links cut into her flesh.
"No, it's the way! The only way of saving all humanity!"
The cross was wheeled out into the center of the room. She felt a little sick to her stomach from the lurching. And then she realized that the cross was being lowered. Her feet didn't quite touch the floor when she felt herself falling backwards. Supported in some manner she couldn't figure out, she was widespread and vulnerable to her brother's sexual, advance. Her newly shorn cunt throbbed and her cuntlips pulsed with need.
And she saw his cock gleaming like a majestic spike in front of his crotch. There was something hypnotizing about the way it jerked and bucked closer and closer to her cunt. She idly wondered how he had gotten his boner back so fast after fucking the other girl. And then it didn't matter.
The blunted head of his cock pressed into he blood-engorged cuntlips. She bit back a cry, not wanting to show any weakness to him. And there the entire plum-tipped end of his cock was penetrating her cunt. He didn't slam into her as had done with the other girl. The entry was gradual. And in a way, this was almost worse than if he had fucked hard and fast into her tiny cunt.
She felt every single inch of his cock and responded to it. She couldn't help herself. She moaned and thrashed around on the cross, but the chains held her firmly in place. No way could she turn to avoid the thrusting cock of her fanatical brother.
"James, oh, James, nooooooo!"
She felt the full length of his pulsating cock drive into her tight, hot cunt. The girl screamed as her resilient cuntlips struggled to expand enough to take the thick girth of his cock. Never had she had such a well-hung man fuck her before. Her cunt could barely handle it. For a moment, the girl felt like she was being torn apart.
Then came relief – and with it stark, teeth rattling carnal pleasure.
Her cunt was filled with hot manmeat. His cock throbbed and danced with every heartbeat. She could feel his balls swinging lightly against her whipped ass. The effect turned her on more than she would have thought. Frothy cunt oils boiled from her interior. Her entire cunt was well-greased.
The entry of her brother's cock into her cunt wasn't anywhere near as bad as when he slowly pulled it out. The thickness of his cock formed a perfect seal with her cunt walls. The suction formed behind the head of his cock made her think he was pulling her guts out as he retreated.
"Nooooooo!" she tried. And then there came a lewd sucking noise. With it came relief. The man's cock had fallen from her cunt lips. She could tense and relax them and feel that his cock only rested in the juicy gash of her cuntlips, not in her cunt hole.
But this didn't last. Her brother stroked back and forth, his cock surrounded by her cuntlips. She gasped for breath, hardly knowing why she was getting so excited. She felt her tits rising and falling, her emotions running away with her. She couldn't hold down her need for his cock any longer.
The girl bit her lip before begging, "Fuck me, James, fuck your little sister as good as you can. I neeeeed it!"
He laughed, short and harsh. Then she screamed when he drove his cock back into her clutching cunt. He ground his crotch into hers, making sure his pubic hair ground down fiercely on her newly shorn cunt. The feel of a man's bush against her asked cuntlips was something stark and new for the girl. Her body hardly knew how to react.
The pain shooting into her cunt told her that he had nicked her a few times with the razor. But the pain was nothing compared to the feel of his big cock banging, on her innermost membrane. Her cunt walls clutched fiercely at his cock, every single contour of that delicious fuck stick transmitted to her flesh.
The bell-shaped head poked hard and exciting into her cunt. Directly behind it came the thick veined shaft of his cock. She moaned loudly as soon as she felt the big blue vein on the top of his cock begin to throb and pulse with fiery lust.
Her brother was lusting for her! The girl couldn't believe this was really happening to her. She felt the chains cutting into her tender flesh. The way her whipped ass felt told her this couldn't possibly be a dream. No dream could be filled with such agony – and such pleasure.
He fucked her with long easy strokes. Then he increased the tempo until her cunt walls threatened to melt under the friction of cockhead against cunt. She moaned and tried to move with the fucking. She was a passionate woman who enjoyed giving as much as she was getting.
It wasn't possible. The bonds on her legs and arms held her almost immobile. She tried to hunch up to get more of that precious fucking cock into her cunt. The chain around her waist stopped her from doing that. She was totally at the mercy of her dominating brother.
Incest. And more. This was a religious act for James. She hardly understood the way he thought, but she could feel his intensity. As he fucked her faster, she knew that he wasn't thinking about her only as a cunt to be fucked. He was reliving some intensely personal religious experience.
Her cunt convulsed as she came. The orgasm took the girl almost by surprise. She hadn't thought it possible to get off after such abuse. But she did. And it shook her hard.
She strained and moaned and thrashed about, but the chains held her firmly in place. Her cunt never strayed from the direct line with her brother's hard-fucking prick. She felt his cock jerk mightily once, twice, then explode like a stick of dynamite planted in her guts.
His jism blasted into her eagerly awaiting cunt. And she climaxed another time, the man's words burning in her mind.
"Purification! I have purified another wanton whore! Soon they will all be clean!"