Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 13
This stubborn, sun burned girl, her naked body shaking from the furious
thrusts of the stallion, reminded him of another time when he was younger and
his flock was just beginning to form. A beautiful sylph of a girl had somehow
found her way to them and soon was a full fledged member of his growing band of
followers. Her love for animals seemed to have no bounds, and everyone loved her
in turn. However it slowly began to dawn on him that her love for animals was
only a part of her interests. He started to pay heed to certain signs and soon
was able to gather sufficient evidence that she was in league with a demon; a
tool designed to bring about an end to all his dreams. She had already infected
one of the members of his flock, a nun once a member of an order devoted to
strict abstinence and the mortification of the flesh. Equus realized that he
must stand against this evil power immediately, or his flock would be lost
forever to him.
An assembly of inquiry was convened and the girl and the former nun were
put to the question. To his dismay both females resisted his discipline
strenuously, accusing him of conspiring to destroy the order that he had
founded. For a moment he nearly lost command of his people, so great was his
shock. It was one of the senior members of the flock, another former nun, who
took up his cause, announcing that she had witnessed the two having sexual
congress. This testimony from a well respected member of the group who had been
with him since the beginning was enough to carry the day. To this day he could
not say whether her claim was true or false.
The assembly of inquiry now became a body of exorcists under his
direction. He still remembered with relish the first sight of the girl's naked
body, still pale despite working in the sun for weeks on end. Except for her
long black tresses she seemed devoid of hair over that slender but shapely body.
Her breasts had barely begun to develop, two budding fruits, each topped with a
stiff pink nipple. It was her cunt that consumed his attention, her plump mound
split by two smooth pink slivers of flesh guarding her secret place.
In contrast her companion appeared to be some other species entirely.
The woman had two sagging guord shaped breasts with dark nipples. Her slit was
hidden from view by a mass of thick, black curly hair that flared up from
between her heavy thighs. There was a line of matted hair reaching up to her
navel. This fur-like curtain even extended to the region between her fleshy
buttocks. What caught his attention was the fat nubbin of angry red flesh that
poked up through the jungle. Her clitoris was massive, it had to be three
perhaps four inches in length. Equus had never witnessed such a creation in his
life. Over the next day or so he would become very familiar with that lump as it
was tormented and teased to make its owner confess and give up her mistress to
them.
Breaking the girl's will proved to be a challenging task. Equus became
convinced during this ordeal that he was correct in assuming that she was a tool
of some powerful demon. Her disciple, the former nun, also proved to be
intransigent in her refusal to acknowledge his domain over her. He was forced to
resort to physical means to bend them to his will. He remembered the stirring in
his loins as he watched the slender girl hanging by her wrists from a tree
branch being whipped by the assembly, each taking a turn that lasted until they
could no longer lift an arm. It was interesting to see what each used and where
they concentrated their attention.
Without exception the men used straps and lengths of heavy rope that
were often freshened in tubs of brine to add to the girl's pain. They
concentrated their attention on her shapely bottom, back and legs, the straps
and ropes raising welts that became cuts that eventually turned into lacerations
as her flawless skin was ripped to pieces by the relentless assault. She was
shown no mercy, no compassion, no pity, no concern for her health and well
being, even though those who whipped her were often flecked with the blood that
flew from the wounds they were causing.
Not unexpectedly the women proved to be even crueler. They insisted that
her legs be spread wide to give them easy access to her private parts. This was
accomplished by anchoring her ankles to stakes driven into the ground. Still not
satisfied they pulled her petal shaped lips apart and glued them to her thighs
using spirit gum obtained from the trees. The women mostly used fresh cut willow
switches soaked in water, although a couple chose to batter her bare body with
the small tree limbs that littered the forest glade. They proceeded to target
her budding nubbins and smooth plump pubic mound, slashing these tender areas
into a mass of frothing bleeding pulp. Worse still, those using the heavier
weapons scored one frightful blow after another until the girl's pubic region
was one open wound from which issued blood mixed with her juices and the mucous
that once protected her sex from harm.
Despite their best efforts she remained conscious throughout the
terrible beatings that she received. The frustrated sect members were at a loss
to explain how she could survive what they had dealt. One of the women became so
enraged that she jammed a tree limb deep within the helpless girl's sex and
ground it back and forth. The girl shrieked in agony as her insides were torn.
This was the only time that she showed any effect of what they were doing to
her. Equus remembered hurrying forward to remove the bloody length of wood from
the recalcitrant sinner, fearing that she might bleed to death on this very spot
of ground. At that time he still was not fully aware of the power that he was
opposing.
He would never forget what happened once he pulled the tree limb from
the girl's body. Equus felt a rush of warm air surrounding him and his sight
began to dim. Just before he fainted he realized that the girl's torn body was
radiating this blast of heat that was suffocating him. When he awoke minutes
later he was looking up at his followers who ringed his body. They helped him to
his feet and it was then that he realized fully that they were dealing with a
force outside of the normal world they occupied. Proof of this was hanging less
than fifteen feet from where he stood, and whatever it was, was healing itself
before his eyes.
His followers assisted him in returning to his quarters where he
remained for many hours. In the meantime his people dealt with the other one who
proved to be much easier to discipline. They had hung her from her ankles to the
same tree branch as the girl had occupied, her legs spread wide and her wrists
tied tightly together and pulled down by the heavy weight they attached to them.
The thick coat of pubic hair offered little protection against the straps, heavy
ropes, willow switches and tree limbs that were used on her sex. She passed out
many times but was quickly revived so that she could absorb more punishment. Her
broad bottom was turned into raw meat from hundreds upon hundreds of lashes that
the sect members applied. Unlike the girl, this one screamed and begged for
mercy as they stripped the skin from her pubes and bottom.
After the incident involving Father Equus, the girl had gone into a kind
of trance and seemed impervious to pain. So while they whipped her companion,
she was tied securely to a crude fence they had constructed to house some of the
animals. Sporadic attempts to revive her were unsuccessful until a refreshed
Father Equus made an appearance. He immediately bade his followers to cease
their assault on the older woman, telling them that she was merely an extension
of the young one, and thus unimportant.
"The girl is in league with a demon of great power. I have experienced
its wrath and now have some idea of its strength and hold over the girl. We must
gather ourselves into one being in order to wage a successful struggle against
this evil creation. You must obey my every command and have faith in me. We will
use the power attached to the creatures of the field to wrest this girl's spirit
from the demon that holds sway over her."
Even today, many years after this event took place, Equus still wonders
whether there was not some type of intervention that took place inspiring him to
speak as he did that afternoon. At the time he spoke so confidently about using
the power associated with the animal kingdom, he had no idea how to either
obtain or harness it to his needs. Equus decided that his flock needed some kind
of diversion to keep them occupied while he tried to come up with some kind of
strategy involving the animals that would rid them of this demon in their midst.
So he decreed that the girl should once more be tested to find her limits.
Recalling the blast of heat he had recently experienced from her protector, he
decided to literally fight fire with fire.
Equus supervised his followers as they prepared the still unconscious
girl to be attached to a length of iron that was to serve as a spit. Other
pieces of metal were forged into crude clamps that held her naked, and now fully
healed, body against the iron bar. All during this lengthy process she remained
in a deep sleep or trance. Her arms and legs were tightly bound with thick
lengths of brine soaked rope. There was no change in her even when they rubbed
her body from head to foot with aromatic herbs, oils and animal fat that would
be used to baste her as she slowly cooked over the glowing coals that were now
being fired up.
While they waited for the bed of coals to reach the proper temperature
they resumed torturing the older woman using fire. She was bound tightly to the
fence which had formerly held the girl, legs spread apart and arms pulled over
the top rail, putting additional strain on her arms and forcing her to arch her
back, presenting her large breasts for torture. Spirit gum was rubbed into her
thick pubic bush and ignited. The woman writhed in agony, her screams causing
the nearby birds and small animals to fly and skamper deeper into the forest. It
took two more applications of the crude resin to finish burning away the rest of
the hair and cooking most of the skin covering her pubic mound. By then the
former nun was unconscious from the pain and shock that followed. Equus noted
the fact that to date the demon had made no attempt to counter anything that was
being done to the woman. He decided to push further into the demon's domain,
probing its strength as well as any weakness he could see.
Her now denuded vulva fully exposed to view the misshapen lump of
twitching flesh that was her clitoris. The sight of this massive protuberance
poking free of the folds of its hood acted to intimidate the men and incite the
women to outrage. One of the sect females stepped forward and seized the long
limber fleshy tendril.
"Some one bring a thong to bind this monster properly," she shouted,
both of her hands clasping the unconscious woman's clit as if it were a snake or
eel.
In due time a length of wet leather was looped tightly around the base
of the former nun's clit. A second thong compressed its middle and still another
captured and throttled the head of this worm-like creature. Ignoring the fact
that their captive was still unconscious, the women set upon her like a pack of
ravening wolves. This seemed to alleviate the fear that kept the men away from
the older woman. Soon two men had picked up tree limbs partially set afire by
the bed of coals and positioned themselves to the sides of the senseless woman.
While the women did their best to utterly destroy the captured clitoris the men
began to club her breasts with brutal blows that flattened, tore and burned the
unprotected fleshy mounds. Everyone with the exception of their leader was now
so busy either punishing or witnessing the activity that was happening to the
woman that they were unaware that the sky had suddenly begun to darken and a
strong wind was beginning to bend the tops of the trees.
Equus at first was more annoyed than frightened by the dramatic change
in the weather. He started to fret that rain might interfere with his plans for
the girl who lay by the side of the fire pit, tightly bound and secured to the
iron spit by a number of metal clamps that had required the combined strength of
two men using pinchers to close them over her body. However his main worry
involved the naked woman who was absorbing tremendous amounts of savage
treatment from his flock. He was bothered by the fact that she was not
responding to any of the horrible things that were being done to her naked body,
her chest rising and falling rhythmically despite whatever terrible treatment
she was receiving.
The women seemed to be fascinated by her gargantuan clitoris, acting as
though it, rather than she, was evil. They had driven dozens of wooden splinters
coated with tree resin through every portion of the fat twitching worm. Now they
were setting the splinters on fire, cooking the lump of flesh. He could smell
the odor of meat cooking, but the meat from what creature, he thought? The
vicious attack on her bare breasts had turned them into two swollen, charred,
bloody bags of raw flesh. The men had stopped the beating and were now torturing
those two dangling spheres of shredded skin and fat. They were using the very
pinchers employed to mount the girl to the iron bar to mutilate what was left of
the former nun's breasts. While one set was being used on the unconscious woman,
the other was heating in the fire pit that awaited the girl.
The weather became even more ominous; the sky had turned black and then
the first lightning bolt split the canopy of angry clouds swirling directly
overhead. The explosive clap of thunder that followed was deafening, so powerful
that the burst of sound could be felt as well as heard. All those around him
were frozen in terror at the violence that had just been released. Scant seconds
later the skies opened and an avalanche of bitter cold rain inundated the area.
Then the second bolt struck, blasting the bed of coals into a shower of embers
that were extinguished in mid flight by the torrential downpour that quickly
turned the camp into a quagmire. A tremendous rush of wind flattened all those
standing and uprooted a number of trees surrounding the campground. It became
cold, very cold and then the hail rained down upon his followers, huge chunks of
ice that struck brutally, literally breaking bones and tearing off the limbs of
the nearby trees. Through it all Equus remained focused on the pale form of the
girl. Totally helpless and completely unprotected from the mighty forces that
had been unleashed, she remained untouched by the fusillade of heavenly spheres
that pelted down upon them all. It was if she was lying beneath an invisible
shield deflecting all harm away from her. It was then that he was struck by an
ice ball moving at some tremendous velocity and the world became blackness and
silence. In that brief moment prior to departing his senses Equus realized that
the girl was not what he thought her to be.
It was not until the following day that the leader of the sect recovered
his senses. His head was bandaged and he quickly found out that sudden movements
meant excruciating pain in his temple which had taken the brunt of the icy
projectile's force. Although still unable to leave his bed, he received enough
information from his followers to allow him some degree of respite from the
fears that had gripped him just before the storm struck.
The girl was still in the trance but showed no evidence of any
deterioration in her physical condition. Their other captive however had taken a
decided turn for the worse. At first her body shook as if she had the palsy and
she mumbled in an alien tongue none could understand. Then her wounds, which had
been treated to a degree, errupted, producing mini-fountains of blood and a
stench that sickened all those about her. Her monstrous clitoris swelled and
then began spewing a noxious fluid that burned those who came into contact with
it. Panic seized the congregation and they fled from where she was being kept.
Hours later when nothing of consequence came forth from her resting
place, a few of the braver sect members entered the hut she occupied. As near as
they could determine the servant of the demon had departed this world; she lay
motionless, cold and pale, body covered in her congealed blood. Her body had
been dragged from the building using ropes to avoid the possibility of becoming
contaminated by any physical contact with it. They decided to abandon the body
deep in the woods and let the animals determine its ultimate fate. This decision
initially pleased Equus since it supported his exhortion to his followers.
He wrestled with a number of unresolved questions that day, being unable
to leave his bed and do other things. Why had the demon abandoned the girl's
companion to her fate? This made little sense given the tremendous power that it
seemed to possess. Did the demon cause the tremendous storm that left the camp
in disarray and his followers fearful of what might come next? Equus could not
accept the storm being a freak event, merely a random occurrence in the manner
of its timing and ferocity. Yet, if it possessed this type of power, why was it
unwilling or unable to save the older woman? Then there was the enigma of the
young girl. What was she, servant of the demon or its mistress?
He was dumbstruck when he finally acknowledged the possibility that the
girl was controlling the demon. Things now began to fall into place. The former
nun was probably at best the loyal servant of the demon's mistress. This would
explain her intransigent behavior and willingness to absorb the bulk of the
sect's fury at this evil intrusion. It might even explain that hideous deformity
that had been revealed once they had begun torturing her. It may have very well
been her mark of servitude, placed there at the request of the girl. The ability
of the girl to heal herself and then go into a protective trance was now easily
understood; the demon was doing her bidding, defending her against the followers
of Equus. The nun had been a mere pawn in this struggle, easily sacrificed as
part of the queen's assault on his scattered forces. But why would she even
allow herself to be seized and tormented? This was a great mystery, almost as
unfathomable as her ability to control a demon. It was then that Equus accepted
the new reality that there were things and forces beyond his ken. To survive he
must adapt to the new revelation and begin to educate his followers to the fact
that they, like himself, were part of a greater reality that they could not ever
begin to understand.
The following day after Equus had his epiphany, a moment that would
inalterably change his life and that of his followers, members of the flock
burst into his room in a panic. They shouted and gestured, some trembling in
fear. It took some time before Equus realized that the girl had departed from
the camp. No one knew when, or how this feat had been accomplished. The last
person to see her reported that she was still in a deep sleep and remained
chained securely to the pallet upon which she had lain ever since the storm. The
chain, unopened, was mute testimony to the power that she possessed or could
call upon.
Despite being weakened from his injury, the defrocked priest insisted
that his people take him to the place where the body of the former nun had been
left. Equus seemed almost relieved to discover that the body had also vanished
without a trace. The soft earth, still saturated from the storm, provided
abundant evidence that indeed the body had been dragged to this spot and left.
However there was no sign that anything human or animal had created additional
impressions in the area.
For weeks afterward there was constant speculation from his flock
concerning what had occurred during that three day period. By then Equus had
developed an outline of the creed that would determine the behavior of all those
with him. Its central focus involved the beasts of the field in ways that were
yet to come. He also began to fill in the skeleton of this new belief with
truths or myths such as the virgin and her handmaiden who came from the skies
and returned to them after suffering for the sins of his flock and holding out
the hope of a happier life after death. Equus was rather pleased with the way
his new religion dovetailed in many ways with the one he had abandoned. Who
knows, pehaps with a bit of luck, lightning might strike twice in the same spot?
