Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 15
The sect leader stepped back to survey the results of his labor. The
girl's legs were now spread wide apart and anchored by sturdy ropes to the
stakes that he had just finished pounding into the earth. Her cunt was now well
and truly exposed for whatever torments he cared to devise. His eyes zeroed in
on that pink slit covered with a downy coat of wispy blonde pubic hair.
The willow switch bit into the narrow lips separating her sex, leaving
a welt that swelled and turned a nasty shade of crimson, in sharp contrast to
her pale flesh. Another and another welt joined the first, angled such that they
neatly cut across the now swelling strips of flesh outlining her most secret
place. He laid another half dozen stripes, walking the line of welts up towards
the top of her cunt. Still there was no evidence of bleeding.
This intrigued him to the point that he approached the girl's body and
cruelly pinched her welted cunt lips, bringing a gasping, croaking sound from
her. He was a bit distressed with his own behavior after viciously punching the
teen's bloating cunt, bringing a pitiful groan from her just before she vomited.
He took some time to regain his composure before resuming.
He tried a new approach in his quest for blood. He removed his heavy
belt, wrapped it around his hand and laid into her back and bottom to see what
effect the thick leather would have on her skin. He decided to concentrate on
her rounded cheeks and in a few minutes he had turned them into twin, swollen
globes covered by flaming skin. The willow switch bit deep into her swollen
rump, but the skin did not break. He concentrated his attack on that soft tender
area just beneath those red rounded cheeks, but was again thwarted.
"Enough of these games!" Equus thought, and shifted his attention back
to her well whipped cunt.
His heavy belt thudded into her distended mound, bringing gasps and
groans from her as the tender flesh began to bruise and turn into ugly patches
of red, blue and purple. He once more rested and mauled her pert breasts, still
relatively untouched, but temptingly available. This time the willow shoots
produced the bloody fruit that he wanted. Again and again the willow whip
slashed across her bruised cunt lips creating colorful showers of pink and red
froth. The teen's head lolled against her chest as she absorbed this hellish
fury. Her assailant was far from finished with her.
Equus felt strongly that he had to set a standard for his flock to
follow. Drawing blood was but the first step. He determined that she would
suffer fire, water, terrible penetrations and be made to accommodate her private
parts to the lusts of the animal kingdom before he would consider her free of
imperfections. To do this he once more had to walk among his people and see how
the mass purifications were progressing.
On this walk he passed by one of the corrals and noticed two men
diligently plunging a woman head-first into a watering trough for the horses.
Her hands were tied tightly behind her back which was covered with deep gashes
and bruises. Lying beside the trough was a thick branch with sharp nodules along
its length. It was covered with fresh and dried blood, evidently having been
used on the woman who they were now close to drowning. She no longer struggled
and he could see that there were no bubbles coming to the surface.
Just seconds before he was going to warn them of the consequences of
causing her death, they raised her head from the trough. Her face was nearly
blue, but after a few vicious slaps, she groaned and began spewing the water she
had swallowed back into the wooden container. They waited patiently until she
emptied her stomach, then once more her head was pushed to the bottom of the
trough so violently that it must have smashed against the wooden bottom. Her
struggles lasted much less than a minute, and the grim wait for her to surface
began anew. Equus had more pressing things to address than wondering if these
two would ultimately push the woman beyond her limits.
He retrieved a jar of animal grease, a rag and a tin containing pine
tree resin, before returning to the stand of stunted trees. On his way back he
encountered another group involved in an effort to remove all the hair on their
subject, a thin, wiry woman with sagging tits and a pubic bush that was being
set afire in sections. The men had roped her to a wooden barricade designed to
control horses. Based on the tendons that bulged in her legs, they had been
yanked apart to their limit, making her cunt vulnerable to anything that these
two could dream up to do to her.
There was blood trickling from her swollen cunt, evidence that her
insides had been assaulted by something unyielding. The front side of her body
was crossed with dozens of welts, cuts and bruises. Her tits were nearly black
from the thin strips of leather that were strangling the blood supply to them.
Close by to where she was stretched was a small fire. As Equus watched, one of
the men carefully picked up a burning faggot of twigs and waved it across her
crotch, igniting another section of her pubic hair and bringing a shreik of
agony from her that made the hair on the back of his neck stiffen. This was a
sure sign that she was rapidly attaining the perfection that the former priest
expected from all the women of his flock. Equus was pleased.
His "challenge" awaited him with dread. The moment she realized his
presence she began frantically shaking her head from side to side, pleading with
her large, luminous eyes for some degree of mercy. The sect leader steeled
himself, ignoring her substantial charms, and busily made preparations for her
next trial.
He rubbed the top of the cleft separating her plump buttocks with some
of the resin and then ran a thin line of the substance across the base of her
spine. Moving to her front side, he decorated those bloated, blood-red cunt lips
with more of the resin, then lightly rubbed a very thin layer down the length of
her slit, daubing a modicum of the sticky material onto her barely visible clit.
Picking up a dead tree limb, the old priest wrapped the rag around it.
Striking a match, he ignited the rag and then held the flaming end to the resin
covering the girl's back side. It burned with a hissing, popping sound which was
soon overwhelmed by the hoarse screams that came from her as she thrashed
against her bonds in a frenzy of activity aimed at freeing herself from the
blinding pain.
The sect leader stepped back to take in her agonized reaction to the
fire that was searing her flesh into a pulsating island of pure pain. The resin
was consumed in a matter of ten to fifteen seconds, an eternity to the helpless
teen. He allowed her to absorb the full impact from the first torching. When she
calmed down to just a shivering, shuddering mass of goose-flesh he lit up her
cunt.
To his utter amazement the violent muscle reaction that the burning
caused gave her sufficient strength to actually pull one of the stakes from the
ground. She presented a strange sight, one leg moving crazily, reacting to the
impossible level of torment that she was experiencing, the other still held
fast. Her face had turned into a red mask of straining flesh over taut skin that
gave her a cadaverous appearance.
For some reason the resin burned more slowly, perhaps some secretions
induced by who knows what had created moisture in her vulva that fought the
blaze for a time before being vaporized by the intense heat. She alternated
between banshee-like wails and sobbing that shook her entire body. He waited
calmly for her keening to subside. She would not die, no, not from this.
Equus had decided to penetrate this girl in a variety of ways. He had
already selected a broom handle that would fit nicely into either of her holes
and was long enough to stir up her juices, so to speak. However he also wanted
to give her the personal touch and that was where the animal grease came in. But
before he could indulge himself, it was necessary to restake that ankle
securely. She offered little resistance as he pulled her ankle out to just
beyond its original position and then carefully hammered the stake into the
ground until only an inch or two showed.
The teen showed no emotion as she watched through slitted eyes as the
sect leader slathered a generous amount of the grease over his entire hand,
squeezing it so that it coated even the insides of his fingers. When he reached
out and parted her cunt lips, she shook from the pain it caused. She screamed,
an eerie, high pitched wailing sound as he began to work his fingers, one by one
into her cunt. It was difficult to make any progress in her blistered and
extremely tight channel. He persisted and at last managed to fold his thumb over
and begin the hard work of separating her burnt lips to the point that the mouth
of her vulva would accept his fist. The only resistance to his efforts came from
that tight, narrow passageway that led to her birthing chamber. Her body seemed
to be almost suspended in space, moving slowly like a spider's web being gently
moved by a breeze.
The old priest was beginning to tire and starting to have second
thoughts about what he was trying to do. Somehow his fist began to slide slowly
but steadily into the warm, wet canal as she choked and cried from the awful
pressure this entry developed within her secret place. His face broke into a
death's head grin as at last his fist popped past the tough muscle guarding her
cunt. He paused to catch his breath, reveling in the position he had established
within the girl's body.
The naked teen cried uncontrollably as he made his way further and
further into her body, amazed at the way her cunt swallowed his arm. As he made
more and more progress he became curious and more confident of what he could do
to the girl. He tried a few back and forth motions and she moaned so loudly that
he could feel the vibrations in his intruding arm. He moved his fist from side
to side atttempting to stretch the narrow walls that surrounded his limb in a
wet but firm grip.
He bent his knees and used his legs to propel his fist even further
inside her. The noises she started to make did not sound human. He wondered what
could be causing the terrible pain she now was experiencing. Then he understood;
he had reached the end of her tunnel, penetrating well over a foot into her. He
was actually at the entrance to her uterus. It gave him a heady moment of
triumph that would remain with him for many long winters as he approached the
end of this phase of his existence.
Before going through the trouble of taking the teen down from the tree,
Equus decided to check out the stable area. He quickly realized that without
assistance there was no way he could possibly have the girl taken by one of the
stallions. On the way back to where she was hanging, he encountered one of the
camera men who was busily documenting what was happening all about the camp.
At present he was shooting two men who were fisting a gaunt woman in her
thirties. They had tied her up in a way that allowed them to have access to her
cunt and asshole. They knelt on either side of her, one in her cunt, the other
in her asshole. Equus was amazed that she was able to take this terrible
rearrangement of her internal parts without making the types of screams and
cries that the girl had made. It was then he realized that her mouth was stuffed
with a mass of leaves and other vegetation to quiet her. He inquired if the pair
could assist him in the stable and they agreed once they were done stretching
their candidate to her limits.
The pair knew a short cut to the stables, which they took. As they
passed one of the crude huts located close to the dog run he happened to glance
into the open wndow. There were the two counselors, Mistress J and E, consoling
each other. They were naked and positioned on their sides, head to crotch. He
glanced away quickly and made a mental note to make sure that these two left
Camp Animus as soon as humanly possible. This kind would not be welcome in the
new order of things, of that he was sure.
His companions proved to be quite competent when it came to horses and
so he left to retrieve the girl while they made arrangements for a proper sling
and harness arrangement, as well as protection for the teen when she was covered
by the stallion. On his return with the dazed and abused young woman, he
suddenly found himself face to face with Mary. His heart leaped into his throat
when he saw the forboding visage she had adopted. Her aura enveloped him as it
had done once before, but this time his surroundings were cold and smelled of
rotted things.
He had erred; it came to him in an instant. The conduit had already
been chosen for them; she swayed by his side, too weak to support herself. There
had been nothing random in this selection, it had been foreordained by the
spirit creature. This one had already been purified! Instead of offering her
shelter he had subjected her to the torments of the damned. He could only
imagine the punishment he would suffer.
A blinding pain sliced through his skull and he trembled. When it felt
as if his body had been turned inside out he vomited and lost control of his
bladder and bowels. He felt an ocean of creeping things carpeting him as he
gibbered, his mind almost completely given over to the fear that held him in its
terrible grip. Then as quickly as it had happened, it ended. He had survived the
spirit's wrath. He did not know why, he merely accepted its decision to allow
him to live. At this moment his state of being, death or life, had no
significance.
He was still troubled by questions he could not answer. Why had the
spirit allowed its new vessel to be tormented by him? Why had he been chosen to
do this evil work? Why did he take such pleasure in what he had done? It dawned
on him that he had been erect most of the time he "purified" his youthful
victim. How could this be? Equus would never know the answers to any of these
questions. However this experience confirmed his belief that he was dealing with
a power that was in some respects benign, and that was a comfort to him for the
remaining days of his life.
By the time Equus had fully recovered his senses Mary was gone along
with the new conduit; her name was Aurora, a name that fit her well. The sect
leader then sensed that he was expected to fulfill another unspoken command from
the source that now possessed him body and soul, if such a thing existed. His
faith in many things had been shaken to the core this day. He made his way
towards the stable; there was a task he had yet to complete.
The two counselors were no match for the pair of men who were assisting
their leader. Within minutes Mistress J was securely restrained within the
leather sling, her private parts covered with grease to make her equine lover's
entrance easier. It took a few false starts and a sharp nip from the animal's
large teeth to convince J that it was in her best interests to lie there and
enjoy the ride, as much as she could.
With some expert assistance from the handlers, stallion and counselor
were finally coupled. Outside of feeling as if she had a log embedded in her
pussy, things went fairly well for J until the animal decided to kick it into
overdrive. Fortunately for the screaming teenager this portion of the trip was
done with blinding speed and she experienced the unique sensation of having a
fire hose blast off within her distended cunt.
Things did not go as well for Mistress E. Her partner decided to take a
chunk out of her shoulder to calm her down. Unfortunately for the girl, her
reaction spooked the animal who began to use his rigid cock like a battering ram
to enter her very small and at this point, slightly moving target. The hapless
girl bore bruises on her thighs and pubic area that did not go away until about
a month after school began. Worse still one mindless thrust actually collided
with her winking brown eye causing tremendous pain and leading to some very
challenging bowel movements over the next week or so.
However all's well that ends well, and after a number of near misses the
happy couple was united. Within seconds after sinking nearly a foot of hard
horsemeat into her tight twat, her suitor unleashed a flood of semen that
overflowed her stretched, straining cunt and spewed out over her thighs and
streamed down to the stable flooring. It was a moment the poor young woman would
never ever forget, and may have been responsible for her entry into a convent
the next year.
After a night spent tossing and turning, trying to keep himself from
giving in to the panicky feelings that tried to possess him, Equus awoke to the
first day of his new life. As he toured the camp still slightly shrouded in the
mist that usually possessed this part of the forest during the summer months he
was astounded to discover that all traces of those terrible things that had
occurred yesterday had disappeared. There were no signs of the many fires that
had been burning all about the place yesterday. Every trace of the ropes and
straps that had been used to restrain the women were gone. Nearly sixty souls
had wandered back and forth over a small section of the camp, but there were no
signs in the earth of any human passage.
While he was mulling this over in his mind he encountered a group of
women from his flock. He could not believe what he saw. They were whole; there
was no sign that any had endured the hellish ceremony that he had eagerly
participated in. They bid him good morning, their faces serene and unlined. All
appeared to be in their teens or early twenties; how could this be? Then it
truly sank into his mind that an act of faith had been performed on these
grounds, and this was the reward for those who suffered.
Later in the day Mary appeared and she too was now whole. Her face was
no longer red and raw from the sun, her bare legs were free from all the
scratches, bruises, insect bites and cuts that had been accumulated on her
arduous trek to Camp Animus. He immediately accepted what his eyes told him,
realizing that the body beneath the cloak-like garment she wore was equally free
of all imperfections. It was time for her to take her leave and return to the
other world. She now was the guide and protector for the two chastened
counselors who would accompany her back. They would never speak of what happened
to them at this place.
While the trio made their way through the forest, much was going on at
Mary's destination. Devices had been constructed, buildings had been modified
and assignments handed out for those who would be involved in her ultimate
adventure. The Summer was not yet over for Mary Katherine Gallagher.
( To be Continued )
