Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 16
During Mary's absence the camp had become a beehive of activity. A large
wooden stage had been constructed, surrounded by rows of wooden benches to seat
those who would have the unique opportunity to relive a very important period in
Church history. Two nearby buildings had been converted into crude replicas of
the chambers that were used by the holy fathers to convince heretics that their
salvation lay in confessing their allegiance to Satan and suffering the earthly
punishments that would ultimately lead to eternal life in the bosom of the
Father. Off to the side of the stage was an intimidating stake surrounded by
piles of faggots that simulated one of the more popular methods of sending the
reformed heretic to his or her destiny.
Under the leadership of Father Morecock, Sister Stigmata and Mistress I,
the members of Camp St. Sebastian had worked like steroid enhanced beavers to
build and shape the various instruments of torment that were typically used in
the interrogation of heretics. They had constructed a crude rack, a number of
posts and frames to which heretics were fastened while they were urged to
confess their sins and renounce their bondage to the Evil One, as well a ladder.
This particular device was simple in construction and balanced on a
fulcrum which allowed it to be either raised or lowered with the sinner roped
tightly to its rungs. It was used primarily when the heretic was taking the
waters or being dunked into a vat of liquid, which might not be water. There
were variations of this treatment that could be done without the need to use
this instrument. They all provided the same effect, prolonged contact between
the heretic and water, one of the basic elements.
Another was fire, and it was well represented in the braziers filled
with branding irons. There were also the small portable trays that could be
wheeled beneath the bottom of a heretic fastened to one of the heavy wooden
chairs that had a portion of the seat removed. Others could provide an
additional source of pain to one being racked or suspended by their wrists with
heavy weights attached to thir ankles, stretching their bodies to the point that
breathing became quite painful. In extreme cases long period of hanging in this
manner could be fatal provided there was sufficient weight attached to the
sinners legs.
There was an impressive display of the various instruments used to beat
the evil from a heretic; whips, taws, straps and lengths of leather with metal
bits embedded into the material.Many of these implements were graciously donated
from the collection amassed by Father Flogg, who had arrived a day prior to the
opening of this massive display of their Faith.
Upon his arrival the good Father had met with his protege, Father
Morecock, to be brought up to date on all the goings-on that had been occurring
at the camp during this strange summer. Even though he had seen some of the
manifestations of Mary's possession, he was still stunned to hear about her
latest exhibitions of this evil power that held her in its thrall. He was also
more than a little interested to hear about the budding relationship that had
been established between his young assistant and the nubile Agnes Watson.
It seems that Father Morecock had devoted substantial time to the moral
and spiritual development of young Agnes Watson. This red-haired, blue-eyed
vison of loveliness stood barely five feet tall and consisted of approximately
105 pounds of delightful curves and mysterious hollows, most of which had been
explored by her new mentor. Their daily meetings always included at least a
taste of the strap on her bared bottom to incentivize the young beauty to strive
harder to become a paragon of virtue despite her occasional back-sliding, all of
which she freely confessed to Father Morecock during her daily confession.
These were conducted while the youngster was in her natural state,
totally devoid of clothing. Since it was common practice for the priest to use
corporal punishment as a form of penance for her sins, Agnes would be handcuffed
prior to beginning her confession to make it easier for them to begin her
penance immediately. Usually Sister Stigmata would assist the priest in
administering the punishment she so richly deserved.
On occasion the nun would have to resort to means other than the strap
to make the young girl realize the gravity of her offenses against her heavenly
father. Agnes soon became accustomed to her insides being rearranged by the
devoted sister, and in truth had become quite addicted to this form of penance.
All this was not lost on Father Morecock. Within the last week the man of god
had deflowered his youthful charge and was convinced that she was a better
person for the experience. In point of fact Agnes considered what had been done
to her as the highlight of her stay at Camp St. Sebastian.
At her confession the day after the event, Agnes admitted that it was
she who had initiated the physical relationship that occurred between them. The
girl freely confessed that the entire tawdry experience was her fault for using
her feminine wiles on the good priest. Morecock renounced her for being a tool
of the devil and pronounced a severe penance that had to be completed before he
would consider lifting the threat of excommunication that could be invoked upon
her by a higher authority in the event that he was not convinced of the
sincerity of her remorse.
The penance was threefold. The sinner would receive daily for one week,
one hundred lashes with the strap. These would be administered either by
Morecock or an agent he selected. The girl would, of course, be in her natural
state so that no area was immune to the leather kiss of the strap. Currently
Ilsa, AKA Mistress I, the senior camp counselor, was sharing these duties with
the priest. The sinner was to observe a strict fast for the next week. She was
not to take any solid food and was limited to a pint of water each day. Finally
she was subject to the physical needs of Sister Stigmata who was working
diligently to make the Inquisition program a great success.
As an adjunct to this penance Agnes was to support Father Morecock in
his studies of the Inquisition by becoming a surrogate for the missing sinner,
Mary Katherine Gallagher. In addition, if the sinner was unable to perform the
role expected of her, Agnes Watson, although quite a bit smaller, would take her
place in the program. Morecock could not imagine any circumstance that might
trigger this last condition. He was soon to be proven wrong.
Father Flogg immediately volunteered to take a portion of Morecock's
duties when it came to administering corporal punishment to the shapely little
redhead. He had brought along his personal flogger, a cruel device whose
business end was shaped in the form of a beaver's tail that he intended to use
on Mary. He was only too happy to at first try it out on the delectable curved
bottom of Agnes Watson. It would be a very tearful reunion between the old
priest and the girl.
The presence of lovely Agnes in her quarters every evening after an
exhausting twelve hour day doing the lord's business did wonders for Sister
Stigmata's disposition. The girl proved to be a very quick study when it came to
matters involving her tongue and the nun's cunt. She proved equally adept when
she was taught the secrets associated with orally pleasuring the sister's hind
quarters. Agnes was the model of efficiency as she vacuumed up every drop of
moisture that she could wring from the nun's most intimate locations.
She was motivated not only because of her faith and willingness to serve
her Maker in the best way possible, there was also the matter of her almost
insatiable thirst that redoubled her endless search for things wet. The
saltiness of much of the sister's secretions did somewhat inhibit the gusto with
which she swallowed them down. In a sense, the nun's body was also an instrument
that would challenge her faith, a revelation that came to her one evening when
she was tasked with licking every square inch of Sister Stigmata's body from her
feet to the pungent grotto that existed beyond the guardian forest of unruly
pubic hair growing around its entrance.
On the sixth day of Agnes Watson's fast there was a tremendous stir
within the camp. Mistress J and E had returned in the company of a tall, golden
skinned girl clad in a tunic and leggings that made her appear to be part of the
forest that circled Camp St. Sebastian. In contrast to the ragged physical
condition of the two counselors, an aura of power and serenity issued from this
golden creature. It was the doctor who was the first to recognize their strange
visitor.
"It can't be, but it is! We are lost, it is the possessed one returned
even more powerful than when she left us last week naked and bent under the
weight of the yoke. It is Mary Katherine Gallagher, summon the priest so that he
may defend us from this evil personage."
The content and tone of his speech acted to instill fear that quickly
turned to panic. It was as if a herd of gazelles had just gotten the scent of a
prowling lioness. The assembled campers fled in all directions; some rushing
into their cabins to lock the door against the wolf, while others ran headlong
into the forest. A few of the more intelligent ones opted for the security of
the lake, hoping that the creature would be repelled by the cold deep water.
Mary stood stock still and smiled warmly as she and the two counselors soon
found themselves once more alone.
Mistress J and E had been in her presence long enough to understand that
she was not a threat to them. They did not understand her powers, but since they
had been led safely through the forest by the girl, she had other things on her
mind besides harming them. In addition they already had paid a terrible price
for their cruelty towards her on the first trek to Camp Animus. When Mistress I
appeared in the company of Father Morecock, they hardly acknowledged them,
waiting to see what would occur when the camp people collided with this strange
creature that had metamorphosed overnight.
Father Flogg was tending to business with Agnes. The girl was bent over
the spanking bench, hands and feet tighty tied. He was applying the flogger with
precise strokes that were covering her smooth rounded cheeks with a uniform
crimson cloak. The girl was gagged with her thong bikinis, muffling the yelps,
gasps and cries that began in her throat.
She had lost count of how many lashes or strokes, as he described them,
she had taken. The gorgeous teen was in a world of hurt and had neither the
knowledge nor the interest in what was happening only less than fifty yards from
where she was. Had she known what was ultimately in store for her, she might
have torn free of her bonds and fled screaming into the forest.
Once the old priest had pronounced his satisfaction with the state of
her well abraded buttocks, he availed himself of her talented mouth and tongue.
Although well on in years he still was able to respond to her ministrations and
at long last supplemented her strict diet with a small mouthful of semen-poor
fluid which she gobbled down gratefully. Only then did it dawn on the cleric
that something was afoot in Camp St. Sebastian.
The confrontation between Mary and the camp leaders was more in the
style of a stand-off, neither side attempting to move on the other. The priest
and the counselor had a difficult time trying to accept that this smiling
teenager was the same wretch that they had seen off only a week ago. The two of
them took turns cocking their heads and shading their eyes from the sun as they
viewed her from many angles and slowly realized that this did indeed seem to
resemble what a more mature, clear complexioned version of their former
demon-possessed charge might be.
It then became a challenge to them to try to account for this nearly
miraculous transformation. Their queries about this to the two counselors who
still stood close to Mary, obviously choosing to allow her aura to shelter them
as well, bore no fruit. They too were just as mystified as the others concerning
what had happened to affect this remarkable change.
The arrival of Father Flogg brought matters to a head. The old priest
immediately assumed that this golden girl was but another manifestation of the
Evil One, now come to exact revenge against the campers for all the mistreatment
it had received from them in the past. This conclusion was backed by nothing
except his mistaken faith in his own infallibility. He pointed a bony finger in
the direction of Mary and shouted that she be made captive immediately.
The senior counselor made the mistake of instantly responding to his
command. She took a number of quick steps towards the still smiling teenager and
grasped her by the tunic. According to Mistress I, when she recovered, it felt
as if she had taken hold of a lightning bolt. Whatever it was, jolted the teen
into insensibility in the blink of an eye, hurling her limp form back a good ten
feet from her quarry. This powerful response from Mary, or whatever was
controlling her, threw the group into a panic and they retreated as if they had
just confronted the devil himself. Only the two counselors remained by Mary's
side, for now they knew indeed that their fortunes were tied to this strange
creature that had led them back to camp.
To his credit the old priest did not give in easily to this remarkable
display of power from Mary. He was the first to return to her vicinity once he
was assured that the counselor who had suffered a direct hit from whatever Mary
had projected was going to survive. He approached her more cautiously this time
and engaged her in conversation.
"What are you, and who is your master?" Flogg asked.
The girl smiled and replied. "I am Mary Katherine Gallagher and I have
no master except the lord."
Her answer completely confounded the cleric. He was silent for a long
time before he replied.
"I knew Mary Katherine Gallagher. She was a pale, pudgy creature with
poor hygiene, a miserable taste in panties, and a constant source of trouble for
those of us responsible for her education. I personally must have put a thousand
welts on that broad backside and still she proved to be nothing but a trial and
a tribulation. This is why she came to St. Sebastian's for the summer. It was my
sincere hope that constant attention from those truly interested in her well
being and the health of her immortal soul would produce a transformation in
her."
"Based on what my colleague, Father Morecock, tells me, she continued to
be a discipline case and the cause of much irritation to the good people
attempting to show her the path to a productive life. In desperation and through
my good offices it was arranged to send the toublemaker to Camp Animus so that
she might benefit from the harsh manner in which they lived and worshipped their
saviour."
"Now you have appeared from the air, claiming to be that creature. It
goes against all that I know of her that you are she. What can you provide to
support your outrageous claim?"
Mary's answer stunned the old priest to his core. She would endure the
one true test of her freedom from evil. She would allow them to give her the
same treatment as those dedicated members of the Holy Church gave to the
heretics during the time of the Inquisition. How fitting would that be
considering this was the reason he had journeyed to Camp St. Sebastian; to see
with his own eyes the tribute that the camp membership had prepared for those
noble fighters against the forces of evil.
Secretly the old priest could not believe that this creature would offer
herself up to the tender mercies of this blood thirsty group of folk who had
been terrorized by the former and the current manifestation of Mary Katherine
Gallagher.
( To be continued )
