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
