Brandy rolled over and over on the floor trying to evade the descending whip. It seemed to her that James could read her mind. As soon as she began to enjoy the sex games he forced on her, he turned the tables and inflicted nothing but searing pain.
She loved the feel of the rough wet tongue slithering all over her shaved cuntlips and pussy mound. The other woman's tongue was so educated and adroit. It did all the right things to turn her on in a big way. Brandy thought she could simply lie back on the cold floor and ignore all the pain and aches in her body while she enjoyed the tongue-fucking.
Sister Roxanne's tongue was superb in its dexterity. It slithered all over the cum-soaked cuntlips and then plunged all the way into Brandy's cunt. This thrilled Brandy more than words could tell. She loved the feel of that strong tongue stroking all over her velvet cuntlips.
And then the whip had begun to harass and hurt both of them.
Brandy felt the sharp sting of the whip as it flicked across her turgid nipples. She had been lying on her back, legs open, her fingers working hard at her nipples. She pinched them and rolled, them around in tiny circles. The feelings shooting down into her cunt had been so good she could have kept this up for the rest of her life.
Pleasure and pain mixed in just the right way to suit Brother James. He used the whip to roll his sister over onto her belly. And when she was in the right position, he expertly lashed out and ran the end of the whip over her naked cuntlips. The pain shooting up into her cunt set her off.
Brandy hated herself all the more this time. She knew what to expect and still she jumped. She jumped and moaned and came. Pleasure and pain were too tangled up inside her head now to keep straight. All she knew was that the feel of that leather strap along her blood-engorged cuntlips was enough to make her come.
Her brother continued to lavish the whip all over her body. Not a single square inch of flesh was exempt from his whipping. He even managed to land a few blows on the soles of her feet. This hurt more than anything else. She could stand the sharp stinging pain as he lashed at her huge tits. Somehow, that was bearable – but his whipping the bottoms of her feet wasn't.
The pain made her leg muscles cramp and the girl knew that she couldn't even get to her feet by herself now. With her hands chained and her feet burning in agony, she was more helpless than ever before. Even chained to the crucifix, she had felt as if she had some control over the situation. Not now. Now she realized she was a prisoner in both mind and body. She was here until her brother allowed her to leave.
Brandy knew that might be never.
"I shall attend to Sister Roxanne now," James said, his voice deep and commanding. Brandy almost complained when her brother stopped whipping her. Then she realized her good fortune. The pain was slowly going away. That was fine. She didn't want the pain.
And yet she did. The blonde girl had come to live with it. It was a part of her life in a way she couldn't understand. Pleasure. Pain. They were both the same for her now, thanks to the loving care her brother and lavished on her.
The girl watched in speechless horror as her brother chased the other woman around the room. He managed to send the leather whip snaking out and around the woman's leg. A quick jerk caused her to fall heavily to the floor. Then she was easy prey for the sadistic man.
He used his whip with a precision worthy of a master craftsman. Not once did he break skin. He raised welts and tormented every available part of the woman's body, but he never permanently injured her. Brandy found herself admiring her brother's expertise. He was better with that whip than the man she had seen once in a rodeo.
"James, please, don't do this!" she heard herself crying out. "Sister Roxanne has done nothing to deserve this!"
"You would accept the whipping for her?"
For a second Brandy thought her heart would stop. She knew how her brother thought by now. It seemed that she would lose either way. If she said yes, she would get whipped some more. And if she said no, he might punish her for being unwilling to accept that burden from another.
"Yes," she managed to croak out. The word almost caught in her throat. Even if things didn't work out the way she thought and both of them ended up being whipped some more, Brandy thought she might make a friend of Roxanne. She needed all the friends she could get.
"Yes," she managed to croak out. The word almost caught in her throat. Even if things didn't work out the way she thought and both of them ended up being whipped some more, Brandy thought she might make a friend of Roxanne. She needed all the friends she could get.
"Very well," James said. "The purification is having a positive effect. You are willing to suffer for another in our order. That is a good step in the right direction."
He cast down the whip and snapped his fingers. Two men entered the room. They were naked and sporting hard-ons of prodigious size. Brandy whistled through her teeth at the sight of those boners. She would be hard-pressed to take them into her cunt. And to accept one of those telephone-pole-thick cocks up her ass would definitely injure her!
"Wh-what're you going to do now?" she managed to stammer out.
"Your hands. On their cocks. You will tiring forth the holy seed!"
Brandy felt a little better at this. All her brother wanted her to do was jerk these two men off. She could do that and with pleasure. She was feeling more than a little horny. This might even be fun for a change.
"Come on over, guys. Let me feel those cocks of yours!"
They came to her silently. She looked at the pair of cocks and marveled at the size. They were even more immense than she had thought before. To have one of them fucking her hot cunt would be nothing less than paradise, but her brother obviously didn't want that happening. And Brandy couldn't think of anything more important than pleasing her brother now.
He had slowly become a larger and larger figure in her eyes. He controlled her destiny totally. She had to please him, not only because he could hurt her whenever he wanted, but also because she wanted to please him.
Brandy didn't understand that and didn't try. She had better things to occupy her attentions. Hard, hot cylinders of cockflesh pressed into her chained hands. She held her fingers outstretched in wanton invitation to the two men. Silently they came forward and thrust their rigid cocks into her hands.
She sighed with relief. This was more like it. She was on familiar ground. She loved the feel of hard cock in her hand. She could fondle cock all night long if the mood moved her, and it was doing just that right now.
She rose up on her knees and immediately felt Roxanne's mouth moving along her cunt. The woman's tongue over her shaved cunt and then drove mercilessly into the humid little manhole of her cunt. She shuddered at the erotic impact, loving every inch of that deep fucking tongue.
"Do it to me," she sobbed. "Do it! Tongue-fuck me as good as you can. I need it sooooo!"
"Work those hands!" came James cruel command. He snapped the whip over her head to make her obey. Hastily, she squeezed the twin pillars of cock in the circle of her fingers and began to jerk the men off.
She worked the skin up and down until their cocks pulsed and were steely hard. She closed her eyes and tried to use her sense of feel to guide her swiftly moving hands.
She loved the purple knobs capping the cocks. She lightly ran her fingertips over the piss-slits and then traced out the bell-shaped cockheads. Squeezing gently she rotated the cocks in small circles. Gradually, she enlarged the circles until she was spinning the pricks frantically. Both men were seen moaning and hopping from one foot to the other.
The girl smiled. This was fun! She opened her eyes and saw that their hairy little sacs were slowly tightening up. She bounced her fingers across the bags and felt the balls inside tumbling and lurching with stark desire.
"Do you like me doing this?" she asked, being cruel. She knew they did. She could feel the immediate responses in both cocks. They were dancing and jerking around like things gone wild.
"Yes, yes!" cried one of the men, shoving his hips forward. "It's great! Keep doing it!"
Brandy took special glee in seeing her brother swing the whip and land it across the man who had spoken. She didn't know if it landed on the man's shoulders or his lower back. She could hear the loud snap of the whip and the meaty thunk as the leather strap landed. And the girl felt the man's cock jump in reaction.
It took only an instant before she had white hot jism all over her hand. The man had gotten off in a big way on the whipping.
She immediately turned all her attention to the other man's cock and balls. Using both hands, she gave him a handjob unlike anything he had ever gotten before. She stroked constantly up and down his cock using the other man's jizz to lubricate the motion. Her other hand clutched fiercely at his balls. She could feel the jism locked inside beginning to boil. She vowed to make him come as fast as she could. It was almost a sacred trust for her now. Besides, it was what her brother wanted. And she would do anything to please him.
He had the whip.
Her fingers worked miracles on the man's cock and balls. She bounced the hairy bag up and down as if it contained some religious relic. When his cock began to grow, she wanted to give it special attention. She was bending forward to suck away the tiny drop of pre-cum fluid beading at his piss slit when she lost her balance.
Brandy hadn't forgotten the tongue sliding to and fro in her cunt. She couldn't have forgotten anything so delightful. But she had lost her balance in her haste to get the man off and Roxanne's head had gotten in the way.
The blonde girl tumbled forward, trying to hang onto the man's cock for support. He yelped in pain and she immediately released his cock. But she smashed face down on the cold hard floor. The other woman's tongue never left the hot tight confines of her cunt. For that Brandy could give thanks. But there was little else she could be happy about.
The whip had returned. James flagellated her with it, his knowing strokes finding all the spots where she didn't already ache. He lashed out repeatedly, snarling, "You have failed! You have failed!"
"No, please, no, Brother James! Give me another chance. Please! This time I won't fail you."
She felt real fright at the idea of actually failing to carry out her brother's wishes down to the last detail. The girl wasn't sure what his power over her was, but it was growing. It couldn't be just the whip. In the past, such a beating would have made her madder and madder. When she reached a point of true anger, she got stubborn and nothing could make her obey. He could have beaten her to death and she wouldn't have given in. But now she wanted to obey his every command as if it were a true religious commandment.
She stroked the man's cock as soon as she could regain her position at his crotch. Her hand flew up and down, almost matching the tongue working back and forth in her, needy cunt. The girl sobbed and sighed and began to enjoy the feelings in her cunt again.
Her hand was warm from the friction of giving the man the handjob. But the tongue worming around in her cunt was the most potent in giving her nothing but undiluted pleasure.
She hardly even noticed when her brother started to whip Roxanne again. The pain only added to her arousal. The girl flinched once as the whip landed across her heaving belly. Brandy had to complain about it.
"Please, Brother James, don't hurt her! Give it all to me! Whip my poor back if you have to!"
He had to. He began lashing out at her. She cried with the suddenness of the pain across her shoulders, but this at least didn't prevent Roxanne from giving all her attention to Brandy's cunt. Her tongue parted the cuntlips and then drove quickly all the way into the humid depths to work around and around like a hot tornado.
Brandy caught her breath as she felt the sexual tensions mounting to the breaking point. Her grip on the cock in her hand tightened noticeably. The man groaned. She bent forward and popped his cock into her mouth. She sucked on his tasty cock until her cheeks went hollow. The girl could hardly stand all the hot sensations inside her now.
Her cunt was aflame with desire. The tongue licking and touching, caressing and battering into her cunt drove her mad with lust. And the thick manroot in her mouth pulsed hotly. She licked all over the bulbous head, her tongue trying to repeat the motions she felt around her cunt. She finally clamped her lips firmly around the end of the man's cock and sucked. Driving her tongue into his piss-slit, she tasted the first of his come.
Her mouth filled with his salty tangy cum. She sucked and sucked until she had milked his balls dry of every single drop of his precious jism. Even while his cock was getting soft she continued to lick and suck on it. She wanted to make certain that nothing was left.
The man backed away leaving the young girl to sob arid enjoy the feel of the other woman's tongue.
And enjoy it she did. Never had Brandy felt so hot as she did now. Her shoulders ached from where she had been whipped by her brother. Her wrists were black and blue from the chains. She had developed a personal acquaintance with pain – and loved it.
The teenager didn't understand how she could respond so forcefully to the pain given her by her brother. All she knew was that it added to her enjoyment of things she had always liked. Her cunt was being eaten out expertly. The pain in her body made it seem more intensely enjoyable. No explanation seemed possible. It just was.
"Whip me, Brother James," she heard herself crying out. "Whip me until I'm pure in your eyes!"
And he did.
The pain lanced through her chest as the whip landed repeatedly on her firm young tits. He lashed across her nipples until they were a blood red, standing up firm and erect. The pain in her tits seemed magnified as it spread throughout her chest. The agony would have driven her out of her mind if it hadn't mingled and mixed with the pleasure seeping up from her well-licked cunt.
Roxanne sucked hard on the girl's clit, taking it into her mouth and rolling the tiny button around with the tip of her tongue. Sharp teeth teased the erectile tissue until gooseflesh appeared on the teenager's body.
"I… aaaaaaeeeeee!" Brandy screamed out. She couldn't tell if she was coming because of the beating or from the tongue working across her clit.
It didn't matter. She had come and it felt good to be released from the emotions that had been building up so catastrophically inside her. She was able to relax, to fall forward. Roxanne followed her down, tongue still firmly lodged between the puffy, throbbingly alive cuntlips. The other woman sucked in one of the cunt-flaps and gently gnawed on it.
Brandy might have come again. She couldn't tell. She felt a veil of numbness come over her, robbing her of all her senses.