Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 12
Three hours later a dazed, terribly sunburned Mary Katherine Gallagher
was pulled from the rocks. Now accompanied by her two original companions and a
trio from the sect, the girl resumed her arduous trek. Her new handlers showed
her little consideration, poking and prodding her whenever she faltered or began
to fall behind the steady pace they had established. Fortunately for her the sun
was now low in the sky and they were passing through heavily wooded areas that
provided additional shelter from the blistering rays.
In the interests of speeding their journey to the camp the sect members
decided to free the girl from the yoke, leaving it behind as they hurried to
reach their destination before night fell. Mary still was securely restrained,
her hands tied tightly behind her back and her ankles hobbled. However they had
also removed all those items impeding her breathing, an action that concerned
the two girls from her camp who feared that the demon that possessed her could
now attack them easily. This fear was given no credence by the sect members, and
so the girls held their own opinion silent, but gave Mary a wide berth.
It was dusk when the little group entered Camp Animus, a collection of
low wooden buildings surrounded by a number of corrals and barns. It was the
leader of the sect, Father Equus, who was waiting to greet them.
"So this is Satan's spawn; she doesn't look very threatening to me, but
then again the Dark One has been known to appear in many guises. We shall
quickly see who or what, if anything, is inhabiting this sinner. Bind her
securely and hang her by her ankles from the tree growing by my cabin. Gag her
securely so that she cannot disturb my rest this night. I will begin dealing
with her in the morning."
When he finished speaking he gestured to his people and they escorted
the two girls who had been responsible for Mary Katherine during her journey to
one of the crude cabins so they too could rest. Little did they know that they
also would be put to the test once the new day dawned.
Mary's two companions were quite amazed when they saw her the next
morning. Their ward was still covered with cuts and patches of irritated skin
from her contact with the various noxious plants of the woods. If anything her
sun burned skin was a deeper shade of scarlet and blisters had formed on the
usually more sheltered portions of her body such as her breasts, pubes and
bottom. As she stood there naked, surrounded by the members of the camp, Mary
shivered from the pain she was experiencing. Their observations were interrupted
by the voice of Father Equus intoning the morning prayer. It was in a language
like no other they had ever heard and they trembled as their eyes took in the
group of sect members responding to the alien words of their leader.
There were perhaps two dozen or so men and women, all clad in animal
skins. Some such as skunk, otter and opposum were recognizable as part of the
local environment, but most were foreign not only to the area, but to the
continent and in some cases did not appear to be of this world. Yet all these
trappings that hung from the bodies of the camp members had an aura of
authenticity. Mistress E, who planned to major in animal physiology was strongly
moved by what she saw. The coverings appeared to be seamless, blending from one
animal to another, almost by magic. Each covering was unique as far as the
number and type of animals that were represented. There was no pattern to it.
Buffalo merged into cheetah into boar into llama into something alien into cow
into wolf into beaver into who knew what. To stare for too long at one covering
was to become almost hynotized by what was and was not revealed.
Once more Father Equus spoke, this time in English.
"Take those two to the kennels and bring the other to the stable"
Before the girls realized what was happening, the two camp counselors
were being escorted to one of the low wooden buildings while their charge, in
the company of the sect leader and roughly half a dozen followers, headed in the
direction of one of the corrals.
Father Equus watched impassively as the pony's thick length of meat
battered its way deeper and deeper into the sun burned girl's cunt. Secretly he
was surprised that she had not put up any resistance as his men placed her into
the sling arrangement that made her easily accessible to the animal. She
remained calm as the men set about binding her wrists to one of the posts
supporting the sling and stretched her legs to the point that her tendons
trembled from the strain. No sound came from her as her ankles were roped to the
two stakes that had been driven into the ground. She had merely stared vacantly
at the ceiling of the stable as the pony began its relentless assault.
It had taken the animal a number of tries before its sex organ split
open her cunt lips and began the agonizing process of burrowing its way into her
tender channel. Only then did she show any reaction, some quick gasps, a few
choked cries of pain and then only silence. It was so quiet in the stable that
one could hear the squishing sound that the pony's member made as it bored
further and further into its warm, wet target. Then it whinnied and commenced
punishing the naked teen with vicious strokes, going deeper and deeper with
every piston like stroke. Mary finally let out a scream as the pony bottomed out
against her cervix. Her screams grew louder as the animal mindlessly tried to
punch its way through this barrier. Her hips began to churn and her belly
muscles could be seen working to accommodate the length of solid flesh that had
now turned her cunt lips into a thin tortured line of straining skin.
Things had not gone well at the kennels for the two girls. Mistress E
and her companion put up a valiant struggle once they became aware of the
intentions of the sect members. Unlike Mary these two were in superb physical
condition and were highly motivated to avoid being raped by a pack of dogs.
Unfortunately there were too many opponents to overcome and once mistress J went
down from a lucky blow to the back of her skull from a wooden club, the other
girl had no chance. The strangely garbed sect members tore the clothing from the
girls and bound their hands behind their backs. A number of their assailants now
took this opportunity to repay the girls in kind, the men slapping and punching
their helpless captives while the women used fingernails, made jagged from the
harsh work they performed, to cruelly rake their sensitive breasts and smooth
shaven pubic mounds.
Despite their struggling, both girls were soon locked securely into a
pair of modified wooden stocks that forced them to their knees. Crude blankets
were placed over their backs and their totally exposed cunts were rubbed with
some kind of foul smelling paste. It would be a few minutes before they would
realize with horror that to all extents and purposes they were now a pair of
bitches in heat. Just before the first group of excited dogs were released upon
them, more of the paste was carefully rubbed across their faces, concentrating
on their closed lips.
After an hour or so of steady attacks by the dog pack both girls were
coated with dried semen and their haunches and the backs of their legs were
scratched and bleeding from the nails and teeth of the sex maddened canines. The
furious attacks and the lengthy couplings took their toll of the girls' tender
sex channels. Worse still their faces had been bruised and battered by the
fenzied animals unable to mate with them, and repeatedly splashed with dog
semen. Both J and E had swallowed more than one load of salty fluid that seemed
to issue nearly continuously from the rutting dogs.
It was at this point when all the pack members had taken a turn with
their prey that the women entered and began to perform one of the sect's bizzare
rituals. The two girls at first were two numbed from their experience to realize
that the tongues now lapping away the residue of the dogs belonged to women. At
least two tongues were cleansing the face of each girl, and others too numerous
to count were covering their semen coated bottoms and worming their way into the
sodden channels that were filled to overflowing with the efforts of the dog
pack. Soon the two counselors were doing their best to prevent this horrible
activity from happening. In a sense they were trying subconsciously to separate
themselves from the human appearing creatures that were noisily suctioning up
the remnants from the initiation assault of the pack. It did not take very long
for this obscene cleansing process to be finished. Once more the cloth was used
to season the two helpless captives and the door to the holding pen was raised
to allow the first wave of animals to resume their ferocious attack.
Father Equus nodded and the second stallion was brought out to where the
naked teen awaited. After the pony,Mary had been moved to a site designed to
accommodate the mating of full grown horses. The teen was now bent over a padded
rail, legs spread wide and securely anchored to the stakes driven into the
ground. Her cunt was gaping and a stream of viscuous fluid from the first
stallion ran down her trembling legs to be captured for further use by the pans
in which she stood.
It took a number of men to situate the huge animal with its hoofs
planted firmly on the thick length of wood that overhung the girl. It did not
take long before the animal's massive cock was fully erect and ready to impale
Mary Katherine. The process of aligning the horse's huge prong with the
relatively small entry of his human dam required a great deal of skill and
timing on the part of those involved. After a number of false starts the
coupling was accomplished as evidenced by the loud shrill scream that came from
the teen. As she had done previously when the pony and its larger relative had
begun entering, her body seemed to relax and the only sounds thereafter were
from the animal as it struggled to gain more of a purchase within her.
The head of the sect did not know what to make of her strange behavior.
All of the other women sacrificed in this manner had screamed until their voices
cracked while their tender channels were strained to the point that torrents of
blood spurted from the boundary separating human from animal flesh. It was the
lack of blood that was troubling the defrocked priest. It was required for the
sacrifice to be acceptable. There must be a mixing of the essences of human and
animal to make the offering valid. Perhaps this time the coupling would yield
the expected result. If not, there were still a number of stallions available
and if they were not sufficient there was always a second round to be
considered. The girl seemed to have the type of strength that would enable such
thoughts to be seriously contemplated. Equus was not yet willing to give
credence to what he had been told by the young priest who had handled most of
the negotiations between the two camps.
