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Chapter 3
The next day begins early as Cindy is hauled out of her cell by several girls from the cult and taken into a room with an "X" shaped padded leather cross in the middle. She is securely fastened in place, with her arms above her head and her ankles locked tightly to the other two corners. The Mistress now enters, wearing a tight black spandex body suit and sporting a sinister grin. With a snap of her fingers, the other girls grab Cindy's oversized tits and place them into a vice. The top bar is connected to a collar around her neck, to hold her breasts high, for easy access. The lower bar is positioned directly underneath her ample juggs. Slowly Camille begins tightening the screws on either side, placing terrible pressure on her titties. Satisfied, she moves in and gently begins to lick the now swollen nipples. But it is only a tease, pleasure will have to wait.
Camille attaches a pair of clips to the now rock hard nipples. Next the attendants bring over a cart filled with large red candles. Cindy looks over and gulps hard, as sweat starts to pour down her brow. Camille circles around the girl several times, to increase the tension. At last she begins to pour the hot wax onto Cindy's tightly compacted breasts. As the young beauty screams out, her older sister obediently rushes over with a ball gag and jams it into Cindy's mouth.
Normally Camille likes to hear her pledges scream, but this morning she prefers quiet and will go about her work in relative silence. The Mistress pours coat after coat of molten wax over the girl's compacted tits. Cindy begs with her eyes for the Mistress to stop. But it doesn't, until Camille is completely content with her handiwork. She exits the room and orders the others to do so as well. The lights are shut off and Cindy is forced to suffer in the blinding darkness, unable to move or even scream.
Quite some time later, Camille re-enters the room. She walks over to Cindy's limp body, which now dangles awkwardly from the wooden frame. She puts her palm on the girl's forehead and pushes it up to see her face. Cindy eyes slowly open, providing a fresh and unpleasant reminder of her suffering. Camille puts Cindy's head back down and gently traces her right hand down the girl's body, pausing just below the waist. She rests her hand there and cups the soft quim with her latex sheathed hand.
Next, Camille calmly asks the girl if she is ready to surrender herself, body and soul to the cult. With what little strength she can muster, Cindy shakes her head. She knows she can take much worse then this. Unfortunately, she will get her chance to prove it.
The Mistress whispers into Cindy's ear and says: "Very well then."
She lets go of the girl's cunt and reaches for a cat o' nine tails, which has been hanging ominously on the wall to her left. Confident that this punishment will break the young girl, as it has so many others, she begins to flail away. On and on the whipping goes, with particular attention now being paid to the newly shaven, and totally unprotected cunt. But not wanting to cause any permanent harm to such a delicate area though, the Mistress backs off and begins to focus on the tits. She savagely whips the wax off of Cindy's delicious globes. Wax flies in all directions. Yet the relentless onslaught will not break her. Stunned and frustrated at the fortitude of such a young girl, Camille storms out of the room and hands her whip to Susan, who is waiting nervously outside the door.
"I will give you one more day Susan and that is it. If your sister will not join us then both of you lousy bitches will be thrown out of here forever!"
Panicky, Susan enters the room where her sister is. She releases her from the restraints. Both girls are crying now. Susan can't bear to see Cindy like this. But she is powerless to act. Camille owns her and she knows it. She will do anything for that woman. With the help of the other girls, Susan takes Cindy back to her cell, where she is forced into in a straight jacket, per the Mistresses' orders.
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