Mary's Summer Camp Adventures

                       Mary's Summer Camp Adventures - Chapter 30

       The widow Gallagher was so worn out from her sexual activities that the laboratory made no impression upon her. The place was on the dark side and there were green and red lights flashing from some large and small objects that had no meaning for her. Then the chair came into view and her eyes widened. It was made of gleaming metal that seemed to curve in places. Its legs were thicker than what she expected, but it was the seat that got her undivided attention, not for itself, but what was jutting up from its center. Her gasp brought laughter from the monks. At least she understood the purpose of one small piece of the chair, which was a start.

       A couple of the monks made sure that the chair was operational, checking its various hidden features that proved to be well within tolerance. The metal-composite phallus was carefully lubricated, and a dollop of the same material was inserted into the widow's asshole. She put up a fairly impressive struggle when a pair of monks attempted to seat her. It was then that Marian Gallagher saw, or rather felt, the other side to the ones who were now her masters. A strong hand grabbed one of her big tits and held it steady while the other did its best to tear off the nipple. The pain was intense and refocused the widow's attention away from those trying to place her onto the greased cylinder. A fist exploded against the bone protecting her eye, causing her to see stars and sparks of jagged light.

       Someone had gotten behind her and put Marian in a hammerlock, closing her windpipe. A terrible explosion of pain began radiating from the top of her left foot, caused by one of the dwarves stomping his booted foot down on her unprotected flesh. Considering all the pain that was being generated from various regions of her bare body, it was surprising that she saw the big fist that broke her nose and simultaneously split her lips. She heard cursing and then felt a bolt of agony as her rectum was brutally occupied by the lubricated  faux cock, now buried to it limit inside her. Marian Gallagher was now pinned like a captured butterfly in the chair. Unfortunately she was bleeding so badly from her broken nose, that medical assistance was required.

       It took the priest nearly an hour before he had the bleeding staunched. He was still most unhappy that she had put up such a determined struggle that this accident happened. His logical side knew that his companions had gone a little bit overboard with their efforts to overcome her efforts. However his emotional response was more primordial, and now he sought ways to make her suffer even more than he had originally planned. The priest decided that she deserved to experience the power of the harness, normally reserved for the hardest of hard cases. His team was thrilled at the opportunity to check this tool out on a living subject.

       The harness was nothing more than very fine mesh metal webbing with dozens of isolated islands of ceramic material that could be made to vibrate over a frequency spectrum that caused its medium, in this case human flesh and bodily fluids, to heat to levels that could literally melt flesh and vaporize any fluid contained within the fleshy medium. None of his companions had ever seen it in operation, but he still had nightmares of the one time he had witnessed its awesome power, and what it did to the subject, a renegade nun. She possessed information on the whereabouts of a sect of heretics, but had managed to endure weeks of mental and physical torture. The harness was still considered to be in the experimental stage, but the nun was at her limit and likely to join her master in hell very shortly, regardless of what they did to keep her alive. It was the team leader who made the decision to use it on their subject.

       At first she seemed to be oblivious to what was happening to her. The team had made sure that her most intimate areas, which had been tortured without mercy for days on end, were completely covered  by the ceramic islands. They moved the power up carefully, but she resisted even as her nipples exploded and what remained of her cunt lips began to char. The stench was too much for most of the team, and they moved back and resorted to masks to filter the terrible odors that came from the renegade nun's smoking body. Then one of the technicians accidently moved the power level up by an order of magnitude instead of ten percent, and she went up in flames, her body melting from the inside and collapsing like a balloon losing air. There was hell to pay, literally as well as figuratively. The team leader and the unfortunate technician were reassigned to a small leper colony located in the Congo, and the harness was not used again for nearly two years. This time it was a great success, and even the heretic upon which it was used survived.

       Another very nice feature of the harness was its ability to be separated into relatively small parts. One could wrap a piece around a recalcitrant's erect sex organ or scrotum and use that to make the subject tell all he knew or thought he knew. For women, besides the more obvious erogenous zones, there were joints and bones for those who had been starved down to skeletons covered by skin that looked like parchment. The priest didn't like to admit it, even to himself, but he thoroughly enjoyed the tapes of the harness being used on the enemies of the Church that were sent to those, such as himself, who had control of this type of device. Perhaps this primative pawn of the Dark One might give him enough data that he could become a supplier rather than a receiver of information on this extremely powerful weapon against the one who lived below.

       It was time to begin preparing the heretic for a taste of what was to come if she did not cooperate. He had his team strap her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair. Then he had them drive needles under about half her toenails to make them bleed. Following that her feet were placed in pans of water containing a caustic mineral found in this area of Mexico. It would take many hours for the mineral to work its way under her toenails, but when it did, she would know a level of pain that was unlike most she had ever experienced. The mineral would slowly enter her blood stream and shortly thereafter she would feel pain that started in her joints and then expanded to her vital organs. By using the proper amount of this mineral, she could be made to feel as if her insides were being slowly torched, but the level of pain never came close to damaging her permanently.

       Leather thongs soaked in brine, a treatment that went back hundreds of years and was still relevant today, were noosed around Marian's big tits and tightened until they disappeared into her abundant flesh. A  piece of harness were attached to the mouth of her cunt, contacting the clit, both sets of labia and the entrance to her urethra. Larger pieces of the metal mesh were placed around her knees and glued securely to her skin. Next a thick strap was placed beneath her big tits and pulled tight until she wheezed. All that remained was to program the rectal probe and the helmet, then lock her head within it.

       The helmet was a work of demented genius. It combined olfactory, visual, and auditory stimulation to break down the mental state of the subject. The sensory bombardment could be programmed in advance or operated in the random selection mode. Some subjects managed to survive up to fourteen hours of steady stimulation before their minds began to show signs of permanent damage. This was another capability that separated this instrument from the others. The helmet had embedded sensors that monitored the subject's mental state. When permanent damage was imminent, it automatically moderated the stimulation so the heretic could regroup, thus being able to endure even greater amounts of sensory stimulation. In some very rare cases, the subject developed a degree of tolerance to the full spectrum of sensory stimulation. There is work ongoing to enhance or even make the stimulation compatible with the subject's personality profile. It may be possible in future years to develop a sensory profile that covers the entire population. However such a hope is still many years from being actualized.

       While the team was taping the widow Gallagher's eyes open so she wouldn't miss any of the visual stimulation, the old priest decided to give the anal probe a brief trial run to make sure that all systems were functioning properly. Marian screamed and lunged against the straps holding her to the chair as the probe began to go through its test routine. The head began to swell as the main body started to rotate. Her face contorted from the pain of having her colon stretched to dimensions she'd not experienced previously. Then the device began to move up and down, mechanically sodomizing the plump middle-aged woman. When she began wiggling and panting, the team exchanged knowing smiles. This one was no anal virgin, of that you could be sure. Later when the probe would go into its normal mode, the widow would find herself hanging between heaven and hell at times. Since the machine had no conscience, it would do its work and move on to the next step in the program as Marian prayed to whichever god had taken control of her mind and body. Satisfied that all systems were functioning properly, the priest gave the signal for the helmet to be closed and the program to begin. For the next four hours their subject would learn a little about what cpabilities this system possessed.

       Meanwhile in a country many thousands of miles away, Mary and Agnes were causing a great deal of serious contemplation on the part of Otto Blitzer, who was wrestling with the issue of the two stowaways. Why were they segregated from the other conference attendees? Were they Church spies or enemies of the same opponent as his Knights of Flame? The Schwimmer twins had been no help in the matter, professing total ignorance of either teen. Sister Harmony was just as confused over the two stowaways as Otto was. He had been too busy humiliating the priests and nuns that accompanied these youths to do any kind of interrogation concerning the mysterious pair. That was a tactical error on his part, and one he vowed would not be repeated. He had to come up with a strategy that gave him more information than just guess work. After another fruitless hour that resulted in absolutely no answer to this conundrum, he came up with an approach that might just give him more to go on, but certainly would enhance the morale of his followers. Like the rest of his men, the sight of so much nubile, naked flesh had stirred his loins. He had really been excited by sister Harmony, which was why he had added her to his band of outcasts and outlaws.

       He called in his second in command and announced that the two captives were to be used to reward the men for their victory over the minions of the Church of Lucifer, now his sworn enemy. His underling's face lit up with a mixture of happiness and lust. Blitzer had once more demonstrated his leadership qualities, allowing his men to enjoy a good old fashioned gangbang. Then his second overstepped and almost got his head handed to him. He inquired if the nun was also going to be involved? That proved to be a big mistake and resulted in his being demoted to the ranks and sentenced to the sloppiest of seconds, only enjoying what was left of the two mysterious teens once everyone else had been totally satiated. When the news was broken to Mary and Agnes, they showed no emotion. However as soon as they were sure that no one was spying on them, they broke into smiles. Things were about to get interesting.

       A pair of crude but solid tables were placed in a clearing surrounded by tall fir trees. They provided plenty of shade and protection from aircraft that occasionally flew over this area on their way to the small airfield at the resort where the convocation was to take place. Mary and Agnes, still stark naked and bound, were marched into the clearing where the entire membership of the Knights of Flame were assembled. The men were eagerly awaiting their reward for the successful ambush of the group that included the two gorgeous teens. Standing just beyond the tables was Otto Blitzer, flanked by the Schwimmer twins and the former nun known as sister Harmony. She now answered to the title of sister of the Flame.

       At this altitude, even in summer, the temperature rarely got much above 15 degrees C. Despite this, the three females wore extremely little. The twins, who had volunteered as fluffers for the men, wore only cotton panties that clearly outlined their plump vulvas and the protecting coverage of thick, black pubic hair. More than one member of this ragtag band were ready to go without the need for the Schwimmer twins' services. The sister of the Flame wore a white thong bikini that neatly cut her shaved pussy in two and emphasized her swollen cunt lips. Her melon shaped tits were putting an incredible strain on the white lace demi-bra, that revealed the upper portion of each solid mound of flesh. A white lace garter belt and matching hose, along with high-heeled shoes, completed her attire.

       It didn't take long for the men to have Mary and Agnes properly mounted like stuffed turkeys for the gangbang to follow. Each was on her back, arms pulled up and tied tightly to the table legs. Their captors made their bodies jackknife, ankles tied to posts driven into the table, flanking their ears. In this position both passageways were made available as well as the captive's mouth. Lines formed at each table that were arranged side by side, with about two meters distance apart. Before the membership could begin using the teens, the former sister Harmony approached and gave each a little warmup with her tongue and mouth to start the ball rolling. Mary was so wet from the outstanding efforts of the renegade nun, that a puddle of pussy juice formed long before the first stiff cock separated her swollen cunt lips and wedged deep inside her juicy fuck channel. Agnes went her companion one better, squirting into the face of the new acolyte much to the amusement of the group surrounding her. To her credit, the sister of the Flame was not insulted, capturing the teen's clit between her thumb and forefinger and doing some very advanced moves that left the love button nearly twice its normal size and the teen frothing for the fun to begin. Neither captive was disappointed initially.

                               ( To be continued - lex ludite )