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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 31
The widow Gallagher did not have long to wait, once the various equipment was made operational. Her captors filed out, leaving the helpless woman to her fate. It was the sound of metal being shredded to pieces that assaulted her ears first. It was worse than a thousand fingernails being dragged down a blackboard. It raised goose bumps all over her naked body. Seconds later the strobe lights went off and did their mindless pattern of flashes, imprinting each pulse of light on her retinas. Next the stench of something that had died and rotted assailed her nostrils. She picked up the sound of a pack of animals attacking each other as well as their prey, providing a cacophony of horrible noises that made her feel as if she was under attack. Gradually this collection of sensory overloads had the desired effect on her mind, slowly eroding its defenses and making her more and more vulnerable to whatever followed.
Poor Marian fell into another one of the traps prepared for her by the machines. Suddenly her pussy felt as if it was being boiled in water, but before she could focus on that particular pain, the metal-composite dildo buried deep inside her asshole delivered a jolt of electricity that nearly fried the sensitive membrane protecting her colon. Seconds later she was sickened by a whiff that must have emanated from a decaying corpse. Then the strobe lights went off once more. Even as her eyes stared fixedly at the blasts of energy that felt as if they were searing her retinas, her rectum was stretched to well beyond anything she had ever experienced. For a moment it made her think of Father Magog, who until now was in a class by himself when it came to a thick prong. The first time he sodomized her, the widow Gallagher was positive he had torn her sphincter muscle. Later she not only became used to the sensation of that fat club boring into her colon, she took great pleasure in being able to brag to her compatriots that she could take that monster without making any outcries, except those of joy. All these thoughts were swept away when it felt as if her knee had caught fire.
For a brief few seconds every stimulus to the victim was stopped so that the monitor devices built into the chair and the dildo, not to mention those in the helmet and harness, could send their data to the central processor for analysis. The result was an increase in the stimulation the subject was to receive. Marian thought the top of her head had been sawed open and hot coals poured onto her brain. The pain was at a level she never experienced in her entire life. It was like a hundred migraines rolled into one. She panicked when she realized that her jaw was tightening autonomously and the left side of her face had lost all feeling. Then every tooth in her head began to ache at once. She began frothing at the mouth and chewing mindlessly on her tongue until Marian's mouth was filled with blood. A sound like a jumbo jet taking off no more than ten yards from where she sat literally made her entire body shake from the vibrations that were being fed into her brain by the helmet.
The harness came into play once more and this time her pussy bore the brunt of the pain. It felt as if a blowtorch was being slowly passed over her clitoris until she swore it was melting. Then the melted flesh began dripping down to cover her super sensitive inner cunt lips. Her mind started to play tricks on her, showing Marian a molten lump of flesh where her cunt mouth used to be. She began trying to bang her head against the interior of the helmet in an insane effort to stop the torment. There was no way that her thrashing could cause any relief from the terrible pain she was enduring. The widow was at her limits, or so she thought. Had she known she hadn't even been in the chair for an hour she would have lost her mind. Now an acrid smell began to permeate the interior of the helmet and she started to cough and wheeze. It was then that Marian realized that the strap around her chest was preventing her from breathing properly. Although frightened half to death, she was still managing to get some air into her lungs, but even that was rapidly becoming problematic.
It was the combination of sensory overloads that finally pushed her over the edge, resulting in a temporary shut down of the machinery. The dildo began expanding to another level and delivering shock after electrical shock to her rectum. The widow Gallagher suddenly realized that she had no feeling whatsoever in her tits, which added to her fears. Then the sound of a freight train thundering toward her, making the earth shake, convinced her that she was about to die rather horribly. It was then that her survival systems took over and made her body go into a catatonic state to protect the brain from further mental damage. An alarm also went off in the quarters of the priest and he hurried down to the laboratory to make sure that the prisoner had not suffered any serious harm.
The other members of the monastery were ignorant of this development, which is the way he had planned things. According to the timer she had been in the helmet for one hour and fourteen minutes before going into survival mode. This made him quite happy, as it demonstrated that the fail-safe portion of the system had worked as programmed. A quick scan of Marian's vital signs and key life support systems convinced him that she was ready to continue her introduction to the tools of his trade. He rubbed his hands gleefully, looking forward to breaking her down to the basic parts of her mind and then rebuilding her to perhaps stay at the monastery and serve the Church as well as its humble servants in any and all capacities. The helmet came down and he hit the start button. He stepped back and watched her nipples harden and a gush of juice flow from her swollen cunt. It was obvious that the machines were now concentrating on her sexual aspects, providing various stimuli to her erogenous zones while at the same time she was receiving olfactory and visual prompts that only added to her sexual excitement. The old priest chuckled to himself, eager to read the tapes and discover just how strong her sexual attributes were.
While all this was occurring down in Mexico, Mary and Agnes were getting ready to entertain the "troops" in a manner of speaking. Mary especially was an old hand when it came to gangbangs. By now she realized it was no big problem if one relaxed and just went with the flow. It had been her experience that if things got a bit out of hand, outside forces would intercede on her behalf. Her companion didn't have Mary's track record, but she had lots of faith in her dear friend. It looked as if the two if them were about to handle roughly twenty studs and perhaps a few camp followers as well. That didn't appear to be anything worth more than a few minutes of concern. In fact Mary was secretly hoping for a few studs to really scratch the itch that began on the flight over to this place.
Mary had underestimated Otto Blitzer somewhat. In his more sane moments he could be a handful. Almost immediately Mary's view of everything was blocked by this large individual in lederhosen who took a position on her chest, flattening her firm tits with about two hundred and fifty pounds of reconstituted bratwurst that composed his body. Mary's eyes got big when he flopped out this fat sausage disguised as his cock and tried to fill her mouth with it. He poked at her a few times and when she didn't open quick enough for his tastes, he gave her a slap across the face that made her see stars. While this little skirmish was taking place on one end of her naked body, something else equally serious was happening down below where her bare pubes were being roughly handled by some disembodied member of the Knights of the Flame, who seemed to be all hands and stubby fingers. This was not exactly what our heroine had expected as the opening act of this gangbang.
The blonde beauty thought her jaw would become unhinged when that monster cock started to fill her mouth. Breathing became an adventure as more of that fat tool pressed forward, beginning to block her airway. Mary was an old hand at such situations and knew that panicking was the worst possible reaction one could make. In many cases it just encouraged the rapist to go beyond the boundaries of good taste that is if anything having to do with a gangbang was tasteful. While she gave herself a pep talk, her assailant made further inroads, the head of his prong filling her throat and totally blocking the passageway for her air. This was now a serious situation and one she had to address.
Mary had forgotten about the second front until now when this terrible pain lanced through her fat clit. Whoever it was had just bitten down on her hot button, perhaps to get her attention, or just for the hell of it. Either way it refocused her mind to what was going on between her legs. She couldn't see the one hurting her, but that didn't matter as much as trying to escape further bites. Unfortunately she had no way to communicate with the rapist, since the monster cock had eliminated her power of speech and with time, her consciousness as well. It was at that moment that the cock stuffing her throat shifted just enough for Mary to gulp in a few lungfuls of precious air before it blocked off her windpipe once more.
Mary now had time to listen to her best friend, Agnes, who was having her tight bunghole warped by a rather large cock, if she was properly interpreting her grunts and begging. Mary suddenly lost her train of thought when the unknown rapist working on her tight pussy pushed his hard cock deep into that wet tunnel and said something in a foreign tongue. Then the two of them took turns skewering their victim, gradually moving further inside her two holes without any loss of control. The lack of air became a critical factor, and no matter how much Mary struggled, she fought a losing battle. The one working on here twat gripped her by the hips and put some muscle into his thrusts. Mary was impressed by the amount of cock he was delivering. She began to wonder if Otto selected his men for the size of their cocks rather than their enthusiasm for the cause. Almost as if they could read her mind, the two gangbangers picked up the pace and really delivered the meat to her pussy and mouth. Now she could feel her audience getting closer as they cheered for the tag team that was picking up the pace and giving every sign that sooner rather than later they'd be filling her full of Teutonic sperm and lots of it.
Just when Mary thought she had the situation under control, Otto Blitzer shouted an order in that foreign tongue and her two assailants stopped their efforts long enough to switch places and resume their assault on her person. The blonde teenager was thankful that the heavyset one squeezing her lungs flat had vacated, along with his thick sausage that had been slowly suffocating her. Now however he was trying to wedge that monster link of bratwurst into her tight pussy that wasn't quite accustomed to such girth. That was nothing compared to what her new windpipe-plugger began doing to her sore throat. He grabbed her by the neck and pinched a nerve under her jaw, allowing him to easily force her mouth to open to its limit. This was something new and rather frightening for the teen. He settled down on her tits and hooked his fingers into her nostrils, pushing her head back until the perfect angle for his cock had been achieved. It then slid down her throat without any resistance whatsoever. Mary was plugged tight and she knew he had her number. The fact that her cunt mouth was on the verge of splitting at the edges from the pressure of the other one's huge dick didn't even enter the equation. She resigned herself to her fate, hoping against hope that another miracle would occur, and soon.
The new one really knew how to tease and torment the blonde teen. He pumped his cock in and out of her throat until it felt as if the lining had been scraped off of it. Meanwhile the fat cock had finally breached her cunt and was working its way up her birth canal, albeit very slowly. Mary now had some time to prick up her ears and listen to what was happening on the other table. The news was not very good. There was plenty of cheering and organized chanting as well. The only thing missing was a drunken oompah band playing in the background. There would be an occasional scream and muffled pleading as well coming from sweet tempered Agnes, who was not at all used to being mauled in this manner. Mary was even able to hear the steady snick-snack sound of hard cock moving in and out of the wet cunt of her companion. Agnes was going to be a very sore teenager when this little gangbang ran its course. She should thank her lucky stars that she had some practice in the fine art of being raped in every orifice while she was on the lengthy flight.
Mary had no idea what set off the one working on her windpipe. Suddenly he started jabbering and shaking her violently. She made no effort to fight him, hoping that her lack of resistance would be a calming influence. That did not work at all. He became even more agitated and Mary managed to get a quick look at his contorted face. This was one very unhappy camper. Suddenly he reached down and grabbed her blonde tresses and tried to rip them from her head. The pain was excruciating and intensifying by the second. Now the chanting was from those encircling the table upon which Mary was trussed like a Christmas turkey. Her attacker was literally frothing at the mouth, the spittle drenching the teen. Then he began pounding her head against the heavy table using his grip on her hair to control the way her head was slammed down against the thick rough-hewn wood. She was certain that her eyes would soon pop from their sockets if this battering continued. Dimly she heard the voice of the leader and almost as suddenly as the assault began, it ended.
(To be continued - lex ludite)
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