Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 11
It was an easy matter to approach Mary, who was still busy removing ants
from her person. As promised the drug worked quickly on the girl and soon she
was down on the ground in a stupor. A second injection finished her off. She was
turned over to a group of counselors who quickly restrained her with manacles
and dragged her back to one of the outlying cabins for safe keeping and another
severe dose of discipline while they waited for further instructions.
They hung the comatose girl from a hook in the ceiling by her manacled
wrists, which put a tremendous strain on her shoulders and upper arms which
were pulled into an unnatural position since her wrists were secured behind her
back. To add to her misery, weights were attached to the chain that linked the
metal bands biting into her ankles. The young women's fear of her was now
replaced by anger, even fury, that she could instill such dread in them. They
were bound and determined to take revenge on her.
Her cabin mates were the most familiar with her satanic ability to heal,
and took the lead in devising new and even more drastic methods to punish this
possessed teen. While they accumulated the things necessary to put their plan
into action, the rest of the counselors lined up to work off their nervous
energy on their still unconscious prisoner. Despite the knowledge that her body
could regenerate itself almost as fast as they could damage it, they were still
eager for the opportunity to test themselves against the evil power residing
within this pudgy, pale, pasty-faced teen.
This time they didn't bother with standard whips or straps, instead
opting for items that would rip and tear the flesh to tatters, or be capable of
bursting the skin and breaking the bones beneath. During the time it took to
collect things such as razor wire, lengths of hard wood, crude whips made from
strands of metal, rubber hoses filled with lead shot, a set of golf clubs and
even a blackjack, Mary Katherine swayed by her wrists, still under the influence
of the powerful tranquilizers she had running through her system. Her visitor
seemed to be content to remain focused on its own agenda for Mary, offering no
sign to the girls that it even existed. In parallel the other group was
rummaging through the storage areas in search of what they needed to support
their plans. By the time they had assembled the frightful tools that they would
employ, Mary was being slashed and battered by two line of counselors, each
concentrating their fury on whatever portion of her body became available.
Those already busily engaged in tearing Mary Katherine's body to shreds
hardly noticed when the others wheeled in two braziers filled with coals, a
goodly number of metal bars, a pair of tongs, numerous pliers as well as a metal
gasoline can filled with alcohol. The leader, Ilsa, Mistress I to Mary
Katherine, ordered her two companions to fire up the coals. While the braziers
heated, she took in the activity now going on. Mary's bottom was bleeding in
dozens of places and as Ilsa watched, a chunk of flesh was separated from the
girl's ass by a particularly vicious blow from a razor wire lash wielded by one
of the more well muscled counselors. The pudgy teen appeared to be still
unconscious based on her lack of reaction to the brutal assault her body was
receiving.
Two girls were taking turns clubbing her straining shoulders with
sawed-off lengths of wood, while another pair were battering her tits with a
combination consisting of a weighted rubber hose and a blackjack. Mary's tits
had turned into a rainbow of discolored meat as the soft globes flattened and
bounced under the relentless attack. Worse still was what another pair were
doing to her belly and fat-lipped cunt. They were smashing into her tender flesh
with golf clubs that made a sickening thud as they were buried in her cunt and
soft midsection.
Mary's lack of response to the brutal beating she was getting
infuriated the counselors and they redoubled their efforts. Now her body spurted
blood from numerous deep wounds and more chunks of flesh were torn from her ass,
thighs, even her pear-shaped tits, which were now being whipped with razor wire
and bundles of metal shards. The two using golf clubs on her had positioned
themselves fore and aft and were jamming the shafts deep into her cunt and
asshole, bringing rivers of blood from both holes.
No human could have survived the damage they produced in their
helpless, comatose victim. Unfortunately for them they had awakened the
creature residing within her and now had to face its wrath and pay a terrible
price for their cruelty and the disrespect they showed to this evil force.
Without warning the torrents of blood that streamed from Mary's body,
splattering the frenzied counselors, turned into jets of fire that burned,
roasted and even melted their flesh. The hair of those surrounding her burst
into flame and all lost their sight as the liquid in their eyes literally
exploded from the heat.
Ilsa and her cohorts were spared, proving that timing was everything in
this case. They fled, screaming into the night, as their fellow counselors were
reduced to burned out shells that spasmed and shook in agony, becoming a sick
paraody of what once had been firm youthful bodies just blossoming into full
maturity. Meanwhile Mary Katherine's body began to reassemble back into the
pale, pudgy container that sheltered this powerful force. Once the
transformation was complete, her tormentors also began the process of regaining
their bodies.Unfortunately their minds would be scarred for life and never would
they be able to sleep without experiencing a taste of the fate that awaited them
once they left this world.
The news of what had occurred soon got back to Father Morecock and the
doctor. Initially they dismissed the story they heard as the result of some type
of mass hysteria that had afflicted the counselors. They managed to round up a
few counselors that hadn't been involved with Mary's latest discipline session,
and the two men led this group to the outlying cabin where Mary waited along
with those girls who had so brutally beaten her. Mary was still dangling from
the hook, unconscious, but her body showed no signs of any trauma. The six girls
who had suffered the wrath of the demon that possessed Mary stood around her
with blank stares on their faces. They too showed no evidence of having been
harmed in any physical way, but the doctor quickly realized that something out
of the ordinary had happened here.
The yong priest and the doctor began to bark orders to the girls who had
accompanied them and soon Mary had been taken down and freed of her bonds. The
girl was placed on a stretcher and she and her former tormentors were taken to
the camp infirmary for treatment while the men remained behind to discuss this
event and its ramifications.
" Doctor,the sooner we have this child of Satan out of camp, the better.
I could feel the demon's presence the moment we entered the cabin. We are
dealing with a powerful force and need outside help if we are to save that
child."
" I've seen enough to make me realize that this is some paranormal
entity at work here. You may call it Satan, or a demon, but it is something we
cannot control at this moment. I concur with you, we need to keep this thing at
bay by removing it from the camp, if it will allow us to do that. However I
don't know what would constitute suitable reinforcements against this power.
Make no mistake about it, something happened here that was out of the ordinary.
Up until now only Mary seemed to be directly influenced by it. I believe that
there is some truth in the hysterical ranting of these young women. I've seen
enough cases of shock to know that something terrible created those blank
stares. We are now on very dangerous ground."
The next morning Mary was prepared for her journey to Camp Animus. She
was stark naked and bowed beneath a heavy wooden yoke to which her arms were
extended and tightly tied. Perhaps out of spite, but more likely from fear, her
cunt had been filled with a gel that quickly set up once it came into contact
with her secretions, which were plentiful these days. A small plastic bung had
been pushed up her urethra and surgical glue had been used to keep it secured.
Its removal would produce considerable pain in the girl. Her mouth was filled
with a bag of rock salt which would slowly release its contents as the day wore
on. Tape loaded with surgical glue was wrapped around her mouth to hold the bag
in place. Her ears were filled with another gel that was heat sensitive. Her
body temperature was quite sufficient to make it become a solid, form- fitting
barrier to sound. A bung made from rubber had been hammered up one of her
nostrils; the other was stuffed with cotton, which would allow her some air
while she made the long hike to the outlaw sect's camp. Prior to being tied to
the yoke, the girl had taken an enema of a viscous compound akin to the gel that
now filled her cunt. This one formed a low density material that effectively
blocked anything from entering her rectum. Although the doctor had been
instrumental in coming up with most of these barriers, the man of medicine knew
that this was nothing but window dressing, a sop to the superstituous, at best
something like a juju.
The girl would be accompanied by two of her cabin mates, Mistress J
and E. The trio faced a daunting trek through six miles of brush, switchbacks
and strong running streams before they would reach their goal. There would be
precious little shelter from the blazing sun and poor Mary had absolutely no way
to protect herself from either the natural elements or the hordes of insects,
both crawling and flying, that inhabited this hilly terrain. Had she known of
the torments that her guides had planned, she would have given in to utter
despair.
Father Morecock, Ilsa, the doctor and his nurse saw the little band off,
then returned to the business of running the camp and preparing for Mary's
return. It did not take the counselors long to begin tormenting their naked
charge. They took a detour that allowed them to collect some whippy branches
from the saplings growing beside the crude trail, as well as bunches of nettles
and cockleburs that they gingerly picked with their gloved hands. By the time
they were back on the dirt path Mary was already suffering from her accidental
contact with the unruly plant and insect life that thrived in these woods. Her
legs and thighs were beginning to be spotted with tiny cuts, scratches and
bites. Even though it had been only an hour since the sun had risen, Mary was
already beginning to break a sweat from the weight of the yoke and the
resistance she met as she plodded through stands of tall grass and tried to
avoid the sharp rock outcroppings that made the path seem like a mine field to
her unprotected feet.
They hit the first of many switchbacks about an hour into their trek. To
incentivize Mary Katherine to apply herself to the task of moving her weighted
down body through a vertical distance of approximately forty feet, her two
companions flanked her and proceeded to use the freshly cut branches on her
broad bottom and dappled thighs. The girl grunted and gasped as she slowly
wended her way to the top. The counselors were so tired from the climb that they
called a halt upon reaching their destination. They retreated to a clump of
bushes that provided some shade, leaving Mary to suffer from the sun and the
insects that had been attracted to her sweaty body.
Somewhat refreshed, Mary's companions took the opportunity to decorate
their prisoner. They girded her midriff with sprigs of nettles, and planted
cockleburs beneath her droopy tits. To keep them in place they strung a length
of some kind of vine around her chest, and knotted it tightly. Once this was
done it became child's play to add a few more nettle sprigs to the vine. Now
with every step Mary would be rubbing her tender flesh against the stinging
plants festooning her upper body. A few vicious cuts across her backside got her
moving once more; this time through a dense patch of dry grass. Mary began to
doubt her ability to continue much further under these terrible conditions.
The nettles began to do their work, causing patches of irritated flesh
to pop up where the hollow spines had literally injected tiny amounts of formic
acid into her. The burrs ate away at the tender undersides of her tits, digging
in deeper and deeper with each heavy step she took. Strangely enough the
barriers that had been applied to her orifices protected her somewhat from the
swarms of stinging insects that hovered around her. They did however feast on
the tips of her ears, her tits, and her vulnerable armpits, fully exposed from
the way she was fastened to the yoke. The worse part of their attack centered on
the region of her eyes, especially the lids which soon became so swollen that
any blinking caused intense pain. Mary Katherine was beginning to think that she
was in hell.
Her captors were merciless, deliberately marching her through poison
sumac growths and stands of dry grass that punctured her skin from waist to
ankles as she plowed through it. They hit a second switchback and the counselors
had to whip her continuously to force her up the dirt path that rose another
thirty feet or so to an area of felled trees and dense brush. It was slow going
as the trio picked their way through the obstacle course, pausing repeatedly to
get their bearings before pressing on.
Mary Katherine tripped over a log half buried in the dense underbrush
and fell, the heavy yoke driving her face into the ground. The girls whipped her
furiously in a vain attempt to make her get up, but she was unable to move
because of the yoke that pinned her to the ground. The frustrated counselors
finally stopped cutting Mary's back and ass to ribbons and regained their
senses. It took some doing, but they managed to get the girl back on her feet.
After covering about a half mile, they encountered a stream of rushing,
surprisingly cold water that they had to cross. A rope was looped around their
captive's yoke and they whipped her like a beast of burden to force her to enter
the powerful stream. In two steps Mary was in water up to her waist. It's force
was such that the nettles that girded her hips were ripped free and swept away.
The combination of cold and friction acted to relieve her of some of the pain
associated with her wounds. Mary was so focused on enjoying this bit of relief
that she suddenly lost her balance and fell, face first, into the rushing
torrent.
The two counselors hung on to the rope for dear life as the water fought
to carry away their prisoner. The stream tumbled the yoked girl into an
outcropping of rock where she became wedged, head above the water. Mistress E
had enough sense left to take advantage of this situation, looping the rope
around the stump of a tree to anchor Mary in place. Then she and her companion
carefully waded to where Mary had settled and surveyed the situation. They
quickly determined that she was safe for the moment, but without help, they
would not be able to remove her from the stream.
For the first time since this trek began, they took a close look at her
and realized that she was in terrible shape; pale, eyes swollen nearly shut,
struggling for every breath, her body sunburned and covered with insect bites,
scratches, welts, cuts and ulcerating sores. They knew that they still had
perhaps three miles or so to go before they would reach the sect's camp. Mary
was in no condition to go much further even if they managed to extricate her
from the rocks.
They would be in big trouble with all concerned if Mary was not
delivered to Father Equus and his followers by the agreed upon time. The only
thing that made sense was that one would stay with Mary Katherine while the
other went on to their destination and returned with help. A coin flip
determined that Mistress J would stay with Mary.
