Heretics
part 3
After yet another grueling session with Mary Agnes and her vicious henchmen, a
new man entered the chamber. He had to be nearly 60. He took his time inspecting
every inch of her body before turning to Mary Agnes. The two whispered for a
brief moment. She nodded to Kadence who then brought him a large silver tray
with many gleaming instruments on it. The old man picked up a set of clamps.
With an evilly joyful gleam in his eyes, he reached down with his gloved fingers
and grabbed her nipple, giving it a sharp twist. Sofie winced in pain as he
pulled her nipple so hard it felt as if it would rip right off her breast.
Once her nipple was distended and throbbing, he attached the special clamp to
it. The hideous click of the locking mechanism on them made her stomach turn.
The thick leather straps that bound her to the table stretched taut against her
skin as she squirmed. He then grabbed a 14-gauge needle and aligned it with the
desired entrance. He pushed it in very slowly as he watched her grimace. OOnce
it was through the ring was quickly slid into place and secured. Her other
nipple endured the same treatment before the elderly man moved down the table to
watch the rest of the preparations.
Kadence had a large water basin, and several other items required for proper
shaving set out on the small table next to Sofie. He picked up the straight
razor and ran his thumb along the blade, testing its edge. He then began to drag
the blade across her skin slowly. The soft rasp of the blade as it sliced
through the hair filled her with dread. She felt even more vulnerable than ever
before. She closed her eyes as her tears silently fell. Sofie had been taught
that respectable women did not shave down there.
Carefully, the blade made its way over her flesh, removing all traces of pubic
hair. He then fished the rough cloth from the basin and wiped down her bare
flesh. The frigid water made her shiver as it stung the warm flesh. He repeated
this a few times to make sure he had cleaned away all the debris and thin trails
of blood from the nicks he purposely left on her.
He then took a clean washcloth, soaking it in a smaller bowl. He wrung it out
slightly and began to roughly rub the area again. Her body tensed immediately as
the liquid stung her tender flesh. The scent of rubbing alcohol wafted up,
filling her lungs as she drew in a breath through clenched teeth. He began to
scrub harder with the cloth, making sure to drench each open cut. She writhed in
pain as he finished. He moved aside as the implements were cleared away.
Next Shelley appeared with a large brown glass bottle and several cotton balls.
She doused each ball in the liquid from the bottle before she began to swab them
over her clit. Sofie's eyes grew wide as she realized what was about to happen.
As she began to whimper and sob Mary Agnes approached the table and gave her a
swift slap across the face.
"What have I told you girl? You will have to prove yourself worthy in the eyes
of the lord once again. You will endure whatever He has commanded us to do to
help lead you back to His good graces" she calmly spoke.
The man then attacked her clit in the same manner that he had her nipples. She
screamed in agony as the clamp bit down on her tender little nub, only to result
in another inhumane slap across the face. The cold steel needle slid through the
hole very slowly as the piercing was made. Then both of her puffy pink lips were
pierced. They cruelly laughed as each one was given several piercing but only
three on each lip were fitted with jewelry.
Time passed even more slowly for Sofie after that. The treatment had become less
cruel due to the piercing, and she spent most of her time alone and frightened.
Occasionally Celia would make an appearance, offering her little comfort. She
was slowly learning to trust Celia. She learned of how she became a captive
there as well and what usually would become of girls like her. The story of how
they treated Celia tore her up inside. She never imagined that anyone could be
that cruel, especially Christians.
Finally the day came. It was going to be Sofie's big night. Instead of just
suffering the humiliation of being abused in front of only a few people, the
elite members of the congregation were going to have their chance to witness and
participate in the breaking of her spirit. Sofie was scrubbed immaculately
clean and placed in heavy shackles. She flinched as the thick, cold, steel
collar closed around her neck. A heavy chain was attached to the small circle in
the front before she was blindfolded. Mary Agnes and Kadence made sure that all
the preparations were taken care of while Shelley had been left in charge of
bringing the girl up to the large cage in the center of the special sanctuary.
The room was silent with the exception of a few stray whispers between the
women. Occasionally, the sound of a heavy object being moved would filter
through as well. Sofie was lead over to the back wall. The shackles she wore
were taken off one at a time as she was then secured into a new set that held
her body against the wall of the cage, arms extended above her head and legs
spread painfully wide. That was where she would remain until it was time for her
to be presented to the group.
Sofie could hear the people entering the sanctuary. The soft murmur of voices
terrified her. She could not tell how many people were there but she knew that
it was not a good sign. Suddenly, the voices all stopped as the door banged
shut.
"Greetings everyone. It is nice to see how many of you made it this evening,"
Isaac announced as he approached the pulpit. "I see that the girl has been
displayed. Very nice work Mary Agnes. Now...Kadence remove her blindfold and let
her get a good look around before we begin the ceremony."
Sofie quaked with fear as the blindfold was removed and she caught her first
glimpse of the chamber. The room resembled the dungeon she had been kept in, in
many ways. There was a large altar and several rows of pews with thick padding
covered in a supple leather. The altar appeared normal to the untrained eye but
was in reality multipositional to serve several functions. She could see that
the pews were filled with beguiled naked onlookers. They took a sick joy in
seeing the fear in her face as she looked around. She then looked to Isaac.
Isaac was a frightening man. He had a presence that could not be denied. He was
not extraordinary in any physically obvious way. The black clothing he wore made
it hard to truly judge his frame because of their somewhat loose fit. His eyes
caught hers. His eyes were dark, foreboding and cold. She could see the evil
desires that lurked inside him as they danced in his eyes.
He slowly approached the girl. He opened the cage and stepped inside. An evil
grin curled on his lips as he saw her tremble with fear. Her voice stuck in her
throat, leaving her unable to utter even a single syllable. Nothing had ever
frightened her so much in her entire life. She felt as if she was staring into
the eyes of Lucifer. His hands were soft but very cold as he touched her. The
tips of his fingers traced along her tearstained cheek.
"Ah, this shall be more fun than I expected" he growled quietly.
He stepped out of the cage and looked to Shelley, who without a word quickly
moved to release the girl. She had seen this ceremony a few times and knew
exactly what was to come. The victim was lead out of the cage, as two large men
from the congregation approached. One of them grabbed her under her arms. The
other grasped her ankles. Sofie was then carried to the altar at the front of
the group. Her body was laid out and secured by several thick leather straps
that crisscrossed over her wrists, ankles and one that crossed over her torso.
She nervously looked around, hoping someone would stop this insanity and whisk
her away to safety. Unfortunately, this was not in the cards for her. Each of
the men was going to take their time, taking great pleasure in her humiliation.
Her body trembled as the first man approached. He ran his hand slowly along her
inner thigh as he stood beside the altar. Isaac moved aside, sitting down in his
authoritative looking chair off to the right.
The man smiled coldly at her as he stroked his growing cock. Kadence watched
Isaac who nodded to her. She scampered over quickly to the controls and hit the
switch. A large portion of the lower end of the altar dropped down creating a
platform that was to be used as a secure kneeling place. The man knelt down on
it, positioning himself between her legs. He stared at her creamy white thighs
for a moment before he lowered his head. He gave the inside of her right thigh a
brutally hard bite.
She wailed loudly. He lifted his head and gazed down at her as he shuffled
forward slightly. His extremely thick cock was obscenely hard. He guided the
bulbous red tip toward her dry pussy. He leaned forward, biting her once again.
This time it was her left breast that bore the brunt of his desire. The pain
caused her to cry out, also triggering another unfortunate response. The fear
that gripped her soul had caused her bladder to react. The golden trickle of
urine dripped down the ledge under her to where he knelt.
"What the..." he yelled.
Isaac rushed over to the altar to see what the matter was. His eyes burned with
a bitter rage as he seen what this insignificant little thief had done. A snarl
curled upon his lip as he looked at her. He snatched a handful of her hair and
yanked it forcefully.
"For this you will pay dearly Sofie," he growled.
Mary Agnes hung her head quietly in prayer for a moment before leaving the room.
She returned with a large muscular man wearing a black leather hood and a thick
steel collar with a length of chain attached to it. His body was covered with
scars, tattoos and shiny metal appendages. The entire congregation murmured
amongst themselves as they watched the horror play out before them. A large set
of metal hooks then descended from the ceiling as the sound of the clanging
chains filled the room. The women hurried to remove the leather bindings from
Sofie's quaking body. A large stool was carried out and sat down in front of the
hooks. Hastily she was ushered to the stool and forced to stand upon it. Mary
Agnes led Maxwell behind the stool and removed the hood to reveal his hideous
face. She nodded to him slightly and stepped back.
The hooks were then held in place with two large clamps on the end of long
handles as Kadence brought out a small blowtorch. She handed it to Isaac who
began to heat the hooks. Maxwell stepped closer to Sofie. His large, very rough
hands quickly pawed at her flesh as he tried to get a firm grip on her waist.
Fear seized her as she was lifted up. She could feel the tips of the sharp hooks
brushing against her shoulders. With a sudden jerk of her body, she felt the
hot metal penetrate her flesh, quickly cauterizing the wounds to keep her from
bleeding. Her screams rang out through the sanctuary as she panicked.
The two girls who had been so helpful in assisting Mary Agnes quickly scurried
around to gather the proper items to cleanse the altar. Mary Agnes busied
herself with selecting the proper tool for the job. She selected a large riding
crop. She swung it once, listening to the sharp swish as a smile crossed her
face. She then presented the treasure to Maxwell. He quickly grabbed the crop
and began to wield it. Sofie flinched each time she heard it cut through the air
second before striking her skin. Thin red welts covered her body as she
pendulously dangled from the hooks imbedded in her back. He continued to mar her
flesh with the crop until thin lines of blood flowed down her body.
Finally the cleansing was done. Maxwell acted like a child that had its favorite
toy taken away as he was forced to lift Sofie off the hooks. He laid her
battered body down on the altar and was lead away once again by Mary Agnes. Once
again, the man was given the go ahead to partake of the sinner's flesh. He
wasted no time in jamming his cock deep inside her. It was a tight, very dry
fit. His thrusts were animalistic, jolting her body slightly even with the
restraints. She cried as he ripped her apart. He did not care nor would the rest
of them. It was not about her pleasure. It was about her salvation. He continued
to slam his engorged shaft deep inside her as hard as he could until the moment
came that he had to pull out. He shot the thick load of cum onto her tattered
skin, letting it mingle with the blood that seeped from the wound.
One at a time, the men continued to use and abuse her body. Her delicate pink
lips had become irritated and swollen after only seven of the men had taken
their turn, making entry a little difficult. Isaac quickly remedied this. He
took two small lengths of chain with hooks on each end. He then laced a bit of
the chain through the center ring on each lip, circling it around each thigh to
pull her lips painfully wide apart. He then took a longer Y shaped chain and
clipped the ends to her nipple rings and one to her clit. The length of the
chain was cut especially for the purpose of pulling the rings closer together to
cause great discomfort for the wearer.
Each time her body was jostled by the incessant ramming of another cock into her
abused pussy, the chains would yank hard on her tender buds. There was no way
any woman could get aroused by this treatment. Her body was soon coated with a
thick sticky coating of semen. Her hair was matted to the altar now. Even her
eyes were sealed shut with milky substance. It was finally time for Isaac's
turn.
Kadence walked over to the altar carrying a tray with a medium sized bronzed
bowl, a douching bottle filled with a clear solution, and a thick white towel.
She proceeded to set the bowl down on the kneeling spot as she cleansed Sofie's
well-used entrance. The solution stung as it filled her aching folds and sloshed
back out slowly. She was then blotted dry before Kadence scurried away to
dispose of the supplies.
Shelley began to undress Isaac in preparation for his gift to Sofie. Terror
filled her as he moved between her parted thighs. She felt the monstrously large
tip of his cock at her opening. She tried to brace herself as best she could but
it would not help. In an instant he buried himself completely inside her. He
began to fuck her more brutally than she had ever been taken before. The thick
leather straps dug into her flesh as he continued to force himself inside her
harder and faster with no sign of stopping. The attack lasted what felt to her
like hours. She felt a warm trickle of liquid seeping from her as he continued
to abuse her velvety folds. Little did she know it was her own blood leaking
from her.
Suddenly a deep growl filled the room. Isaac threw his head back as he hammered
her with such power the leather that held her cut into her skin. His seed rushed
into her womb as he pumped what seemed like an endless load into her. She wanted
to die. Death would be the only thing that could ever take this night of horrors
away from her now. With a triumphant laugh, he pulled his deflated cock from her
and stood once again, receiving praise from the congregation. They were all lead
into another part of the church for refreshments and discussion time of what was
to become of Sofie and the child she would soon be carrying.
Maxwell was then given his reward for his efforts that night. As Kadence and
Shelley busied themselves with cleaning up after the ceremony, Mary Agnes lead
him to the altar. The straps were removed from the cum frosted girl as she was
flipped onto her stomach. The kneeling platform dropped down flush with the
floor as Maxwell stepped between Sofie's legs. She lay limply on the table, too
weak to struggle now. His huge erection jutted out, awaiting entrance. Mary
Agnes helped guide the tip to Sofie's little puckered ass.
With a forceful thrust and no remorse for the pain it caused, he hilted himself
in the warm dark hole. The tight ring of muscle ripped as he forced in without
any lubrication whatsoever. He began to pump hard and fast into the girl as she
softly sobbed. Mary Agnes stepped back and watched with a sadistic smile as her
precious beast mated with the unworthy whore. It did not take Maxwell long to
climax, his frenzied pace finally stopping. Mary Agnes led him back to his cell
leaving the girls to take care of the cum-crusted thief.
