Brandy hung there on the crucifix feeling her entire body tingle and glow with the sweet inner warmth of a good fucking. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry. This was absurd. She was getting fucked by her very own brother and he didn't even seem to enjoy fucking her all that much. He believed it was his duty to purify her.
Some purification! But there was the other side to this dark grim business. She was being used and abused. She was nothing more than a convenient hole for her brother to plug with his meaty cock. He didn't see her as a person at all and they both realized that. She was a means to an end. What that end was, the blonde teenager didn't really know.
And the way her wrists and ankles hurt, she didn't care. All that mattered to her was getting the hell away from this place. She would run away. Maybe go out west and get a job in the movies. She was pretty and there always seemed to be a need for pretty girls with big tits in the movies.
Rattling her chains slightly, she called out to James, "Are you going to release me now? You've purified me enough, God only knows."
"Don't take the name of the Lord in vain! I am His servant and you are being tempted into blasphemy!"
She sighed. Nothing she said was good enough for her crazy brother. Looking down between her legs, she saw a sight that turned her on in a big way. Her brother's jizz was slowly leaking out from her well-fucked cunt. The pussylips parted delicately and the white goo flowed out and along the inside of her tender thighs. From there, it dripped down to the rough wood cross-piece supporting her legs.
"I don't think you are really purified. You are still in Satan's grip. Further purification is called for."
"Any time, big brother," she said, her voice husky. And then the girl saw what James really had in mind. Several others entered the room, solemn and silent. Somehow, their silence made it spookier than if they'd been leering and joking about her.
"She is still possessed of evil. Cleanse her body, and her soul will follow. Do it! Now!"
"Wait a second, James. This is fucking stupid. I iiieeee…"
The dark-robed men quickly unfastened Brandy's chains. She thought she could get away from them then. She was wrong. Her arms and legs were still like lead weights, unable to move under their own power. If the men hadn't supported her on strong arms, she would have fallen on her face.
Still, this was a chance to escape. It was the first time since James had imprisoned her that she had been free of all the chains. But she couldn't fight them off. Even if she had been strong and as agile as normal, the girl doubted that these men would make the slip necessary to allow her to race from the room.
Even if she did get away, where would she go? She had no idea how to get out of the house. The view through the cell in the basement had told her all the windows had iron bars over them. Besides, she couldn't go running off bare-ass naked like she was. She would be arrested. James could give some cock and bull story about how she was deranged and they were trying to aid her. She would be returned here to even more torment.
Brandy felt abandoned and helpless, more than at any other time in her life. Having her father rape her had been traumatic, but the dread building in her young mind now was overwhelming. No matter what she did, she was in for a world of pain and sorrow.
"James," she pleaded, "give me my clothes and let me go. I won't say a thing about what you've done to me."
"You won't tell the world I have driven the evil from its house of prominence in your wanton body? She is definitely still a member of Satan's hand. Do what you must to drive evil from her body!"
She felt the strong hands pulling her toward the stone altar. She didn't want to end up there like the other girl. Being chained to the cross had been bad enough but this was even more terrible. The cold stone, the rough treatment and probably being raped by several of the men. Gang-rape, even when done for her purification, wasn't appealing.
They were simply too strong for her. They threw her face down on the altar and chained her hands to either side. She hadn't seen the D-rings placed in the floor all around the raised stone. Those firmly held her chains – and her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried. "This is wrong. I don't want you to touch me!"
They touched her. She cringed as a hard long cock was dragged over the entire length of her body. The man had shucked off his coarse dark robe and held his erection firmly. He moved the plum-tipped cock from her wrists all along her arms and then paused for a moment near her armpit, as if wondering if he should try fucking it. With her arms stretched tautly above her head, there wasn't much chance of his actually doing it.
He continued moving his cock along her ribs. He traced out each and every rib with the tip of his cock before moving lower. Brandy felt a tingle passing through her body as he touched her. It was the sexual electricity she had felt when fucking. But this was absurd! She couldn't respond to such a man's overtures. Yet her body was telling her this was a good thing, that she should really enjoy it.
She felt her cunt begin to boil and froth inside. She was getting hot simply from having the man's cock rubbed all over her body.
Or was it that at all? The girl tried to figure it out. All her life she had used men. They had seemed like pushovers to her. They all wanted one thing and one thing only: to fuck her. Knowing this, she could control them. She wanted them to fuck her, sure, but she didn't have to let them know that.
And that was what she had done. But these men were above her charms. They ignored them for some higher purpose. She didn't understand why they did what they did, but the blonde teenager realized she wasn't able to control them – or her brother. James was so dominant. He had seemed a weak and scrawny man when she had first come here. Now she knew better. He was strong in both body and mind. He wasn't a weakling like so many of the boys she used to date.
As the cock worked lower and lower on her body, she felt herself responding more. Her breathing became harsh and ragged. Her tits were crushed into the cold rough stone. As her nipples expanded with lust, they were mashed flat by the unyielding rock.
The chains on her wrists held her firmly. They were cutting brutally into her wrists but the girl hardly noticed now. The feel of that cock was like a branding iron on her skin. When the man shoved his cock between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks, she almost came.
She wasn't telling him what to do. This man was doing what he wanted. She had no control over the situation. A dominant man, was going to do whatever seemed appropriate. The hot cock plunged deeper into the humid canyon of her crack.
When she realized he was going to fuck her in the asshole, she cried out, "No, not there! Please, no man's ever fucked me in the asshole!"
The cock pressing hotly between her asscheeks jerked in lust. Her words only spurred the man on. Usually, her requests were granted by the men she went out with. She had them all plotted out and could wrap a man around her little finger with ease.
Not so with this man. He had a duty and he was going to perform it. Nothing she could say would stop him. And physically, she was helpless to prevent him from perpetrating any outrage on her body he wanted.
Helpless!
She sobbed as his cock began worrying the tiny ring of muscle around her asshole. Her fear caused the pinkly puckered opening to close down tight. She didn't want any man fucking her asshole like this. Having a cock rushing in and out of her cunt was a treat. To have it up her ass was perverted and dirty. Nothing they had done to her before this could match for feeling of shame and degradation.
"Don't do it. It h-h-hurts!"
The man's cock shoved harder against her asshole. She felt hot fingers pulling her doughy asscheeks apart so that he could get a better shot at her chary hole. But those fingers did more than separate her asscheeks. They controlled her movements.
No manner of squirming and thrashing around now would release her from his grip. He rotated the slabs of assmeat in opposite directions. The girl knew she should feel only revulsion and fear. Yet, something inside her responded to this rough treatment. The chains, the cold stone bruising her tender tits, the manhandling of her ass, she loved it all. She got hotter and hotter.
The girl cried openly now. She was being humiliated and she loved it. Knowing her brother stood by with arms crossed, watching approvingly, made it all the worse. He should protect his kid sister. He shouldn't allow me to gang-rape her up the ass. But he was the one who told them to do it!
Brandy felt alone in the world, abandoned and totally rejected by everyone. Her body was battered and bruised and she was securely chained to some pagan altar. Her cunt churned out more lubricants and her breathing became harsher and more demanding. She felt her tits expanding with excited blood. No matter what her mind told her about hating this, her body was getting off on the abuse in a big way!
She tried to plead with her captors again but the feel of the blunted end of the man's cock poling into the tight ring of her asshole stole the words from her lips. The emotions rampaging through her body were intense. She had never felt this hot before in her entire life. And all because some man wanted to fuck her asshole as part of some sick purification rite.
The cock could not enter her asshole. The harder he pressed, the tighter the ring of muscle became. But the man didn't stop. He knew what he was doing and there was no way he was going to pass up such a tight berth inside the young girl's asshole.
He moved his cock downward until he nudged apart the delicately flowering lips of her cunt.
Ramming forward, he shoved his cock deep into her cunt. She screamed at the sudden penetration. One instant, he was trying to fuck her up the ass. When the greeking didn't work, he changed and fucked into her cunt. Her cunt had tightened up after James had fucked her. This entry into her virgin-tight cunt threatened to rip her apart.
He stroked a few times back and forth, soaking up her fuck-juices, then pulled out of her with a wet little plop. His leaving her cunt was almost as bad as the sudden entry. She felt empty and hollow inside. Her cunt hungered for more cock – but she knew he wasn't going to give it to her in her cunt.
"This isn't right," she sobbed out. "Don't! Please don't do it! I… I'll do anything you want, but don't fuck me up the asshole!"
The man's cock was well oiled now from his brief excursion up her cunt. His slippery cock managed to slide past her asshole until the thick head of his cock was hidden away inside. For a moment they were frozen in this position, neither of them able to move or speak. With great deliberation, the man slowly shoved his cock deeper and deeper into the seething flesh of her asshole.
Her entire body trembled as the cock pushed into her asshole. She felt every single inch of that mighty fuckstick as it stretched her unfucked asshole to the limits. She knew he was going to rip and tear her tender flesh. She would bleed to death.
Everything about this ass-fucking was evil. She could hardly bear the idea that her brother was supervising it with grim approval. He had ordered her chained to this stone so that her sweet young ass could be raped. That hardly seemed the thing an older brother would do, much less one with a religious calling.
She strained against the chains on her wrists. This only caused the metal links to cut deeper into her flesh. She felt the stone chafing and rubbing her belly and tits raw. But this turned her on in some fashion she couldn't even begin to understand. The told hard stone flattening her ample tits made her feel hot. The chains made her feel hot. The idea that she was completely helpless and at this man's mercy made her feel hotter than hell.
Brandy had never been more confused in her young life.
Those things weren't supposed to turn her on. Why should being chained and powerless to fend off this man's advances turn her on so much? She didn't know, but they did. In a big way.
She shuddered and moaned as another inch of his cock was shoved deeper into her guts. Finally, when his balls slapped wetly against her cuntlips, she knew he was as deep into her asshole as he could get. Trying to hunch up and ram her hips into his crotch got her nowhere. The chains fastened her to the stone altar too securely. She had to simply lie there and take whatever he gave her.
But she was getting enough cock to keep her satisfied. It hurt like fire. If someone had rammed a burning hot poker into her guts, it couldn't hurt more. But she was slowly getting used to the feel of the mighty cock pulsing inside her shit chute. And she was responding to it. She moaned and moved her ass in tiny, demanding circles. It was all her position would allow. But she needed faster and harder fucking or she would go mad from lust.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck my ass gooooooood!"
The man took no notice of her plea. He simply stayed where he was, buried to the hilt in her asshole. She tensed and relaxed her muscles in an attempt to get him to move. She tried to massage his hidden cock by rippling her ass muscles. She felt some response out of his cock. It jerked mightily, then went back to its silent powerful vigil.
The girl didn't know what he was waiting for. Her asshole had expanded enough to take the thickness of his cock without slowing him down any. And the heat boiling out of her asshole should be driving him wild with lust. It was driving her out of her skull!
As if on some cue, he began retreating. The suction formed in her asshole was almost more than she could stand. His cockhead pressed tightly into her asshole and formed a perfect vacuum seal. By the time his cock was almost out of her asshole, she was screaming and crying openly. He was pulling her guts out of her.
"Fuck hard!" she begged. "Ram it to me! Give me all the cock you can! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!"
He didn't change the tempo of his ass-fucking. Slowly, agonizingly, he tortured the girl with a gradual re-entry. She was about out of her mind I with desire now. She wanted to feel his heated cock reaming her out. She wanted to burn inside from the friction of his fucking. But there was no way to make him speed up.
He was the one with the key to her chains. He was the one who had bound her so securely. He was the one who controlled every aspect of her existence. She both hated, him and loved him. She wanted more from him and she wanted him to go away.
What she wanted, however, meant nothing. He was in control of her mind and body. What he wanted was all that mattered.
And he wanted to fuck her slowly, easily, building both their passions until there was nothing left but giant orgasmic release. When, his cock finished its second trip into her asshole, he began grinding his bush into her ass. This sparked renewed lust in the young girl's body. Her ass had been whipped and abused earlier. The rough cloth of her robe had aggravated her pain. And now he was twisting and pushing his bush hard into her ass.
What made it even worse for the blonde girl was the realization that her own bush had been stripped away. She had been shaved. She was nothing to this man. She was someone to show and teach, not someone to share with.
"Fuck me, please," she moaned out. Her entire body hurt. At the same time, she couldn't remember when she had felt more alive. She hurt and she was living for the first time. She had found a man – men – who wouldn't buckle under to her when she batted her eyes at them. And this was the result.
Cock. Hard, hot cock all the way up her asshole. She felt the man's hairy thighs against her ass and then came the intense suction inside her asshole again. He was pulling out. But she knew he would be back soon. Very soon. The girl had felt the man's cock begin to expand just a little. More and more blood pounded into his cock. She could feel the change in its size through her tensed gripping inner tissues.
Trying as hard as she could to entice him back, the girl reluctantly relaxed her asshole. She realized it might have felt like a hangman's noose around his cock. He couldn't want to fuck into that and maybe get his cock chopped off. She tried to make her body more attractive to him.
He came back in a surge. One instant, her body cried out for cock. The next it was filled to overflowing. She cried out in pain as he began to really fuck her asshole. The friction of his cock moving against her innermost bowels, the way he ground his cock into her tortured asshole, the way his hands pressed fervently into the sides of her body, all turned her on. She was warmed by the friction, then it devoured her entire body. She came.
Her body shook as if she had some sort of erotic palsy. But she wanted more than this. She had to get more from her very first ass-fucking. She tried again in vain to get her hips ramming back to greet his incoming cock. They had chained her too cunningly to the stone altar. She was totally passive. She could only accept what this man wanted to give.
He gave more and more of his cock. And this sent her passions soaring. When she thought she would melt inside from the carnal heat generated by the fucking, she felt the hot sweet surge of his jism filling her asshole. He continued to fuck with the same mechanical rhythm until his cock melted inside her and slipped out, amid a flow of his own jizz and her shit.
The ass-fuck had robbed the teenager of alt her strength. Limply, she clung to the stone, grateful for the chains to hold her. This was unlike any fucking she had ever engaged in before – and she loved it. Every single humiliating moment of it was great!