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.
