Mary's Summer Camp Adventures

MARY'S SUMMER CAMP ADVENTURES

					Chapter I


	It was late Monday afternoon.  Father Flogg and his new assistant,
Father Morecock, were waiting for Sister Stigmata to bring Mary Katherine
Gallagher into his study for another dose of discipline. This sixteen-year-old
girl was a true challenge for the good priests and nuns of St. Switchers.  The
child seemed to always be breaking one of the many rules that governed this
exclusive private school for Catholic girls. Mary was big boned, plain of face,
with mousy brown hair, wore glasses and had a pasty complexion. She was slightly
overweight; most of it concentrated in her broad bottom, and had average breasts
for her age.

	When she entered and saw Father Morecock, a look of surprise crossed her
face. Father Flogg introduced his assistant and informed Mary that he would be
assisting him from now on in her disciplining. "You know the drill my dear, off
with the jumper and bend over the sawhorse like a good girl so Sister Stigmata
can strap you up." Flogg said. Once her jumper was off, the girl stood there in
her panties and bra, bringing a comment from the older priest. " She always
wears the same kind of underwear. To me it shows that she is a person not prone
to trying new things. Perhaps that's why she visits me at least three times a
week. I really enjoy it when little Agnes Watson comes for disciplining; she
wears thong bikinis, and never the same color twice in a row." Glancing over to
his new assistant he said, " Two rounds of ten each should do her for this
session, cane or taws first? "

	 Sister Stigmata had removed her habit and positioned herself so that
Mary's face was buried in the thick bush of pubic hair that covered the nun's
cunt. Father Morecock selected a cane and approached the helpless girl. The
first blow cut into the tender area just below her panty line, bringing a
muffled gasp of pain from Mary. The second struck just above the top of her
panties, defining the region that he would punish. The next three were vicious
vertical strokes to Mary's right cheek, going from end to end. His sixth stroke
landed between her cheeks, lacerating the tenderest part of her body, and
bringing a blood-curdling scream from the girl. " Good one Father! I think
you've got her attention now." Flogg remarked.  Morecock repeated the pattern on
her left cheek, finishing his ten with another powerful stroke to her rectal
area. Mary's legs were trembling in agony as she screamed into the nun's hairy
cunt.
	
	Now it was Father Flogg's turn, and poor Mary thought she was in hell.
His first stroke overlapped the welt that Morecock had put under her panty line.
Mary almost passed out from the pain and shock. Then suddenly another burst of
agony, as the top welt was made even deeper by Flogg's second stroke. The old
priest positioned himself so he could work on the girl's left buttock. He laid
four deep welts across her fleshy cheek, almost at right angles to the welts
caused by Morecock's cane. " Now to finish the puzzle." He said, moving to her
right cheek and taking aim as the girl shivered in pain, her legs shaking
uncontrollably. He laid four uniform, parallel strokes to her right asscheek,
neatly crossing those made by Morecock. " Most impressive. You are truly the
cane master. I salute you; " his assistant said.
	
	The young priest picked up the taws, snapped it in the air to get a
better feel for it, and then said, " Let's see if I can whip those ugly panties
off her bottom." Father Flogg laughed and replied, " Doesn't she have the kind
of rump just made for the cane and the tawse? " The other priest nodded in
agreement just before he landed the first blow to her swollen bottom. It took
another couple of hits before he was comfortable with this weapon, then he laid
into the sobbing girl with a fury that was impressive. From the blissful look on
Sister Stigmata's face, he was doing a great job on the girl's swollen ass.
However at the finish of his ten Mary's panties were ripped but still clung to
her wide bottom.
	
	" Watch carefully and see how it's done, " Flogg called to his
assistant. It only took half dozen lashes to literally whip the panties off
Mary's ass. The rest of his blows slashed open a few of the deeper weals that
decorated her plump posterior. " Now it's time to hear Mary Katherine's
confession. You might consider hearing the good Sister's while I administer to
the child. " the old priest added.
	
	He could barely make out the words as Mary made her declaration of "
Bless me father for I have sinned..."  Of course trying to say anything while a
large cock is moving in and out of ones mouth is extremely difficult even under
the best of circumstances. This was the part the Father Flogg really enjoyed,
making Mary Katherine humiliate herself by answering his questions while she was
confessing.
	
	 " Impure thoughts my child, thoughts about having sex with girls?.....
Oh my, not little Agnes, the one who wears the thong bikinis, how very 
interesting. Would you eat her?..... My, you are such a sinful little tramp. I
guess I'll have to increase the amount of discipline you get. Of course with my
assistant's help we can easily give you more of anything you need. I look
forward to that. Now tell me all about wanting to make love to Sister Paula
while Sister Stigmata spanks you; that sounds very interesting...... Now I want
you to tell me how many times you masturbate in a day..... Only three or four
times, my, my you are a major league hussy. Most girls only play with themselves
once or twice a week, and usually for no more than ten minutes at a time. Do you
really frig yourself for half an hour at a time? That is truly the sign of one
who is close to becoming the devil's plaything. We will have to beat that out of
you, and mark my words, we will!"
	
	" For your penance you will report to my study every day for the next
two weeks, remove all your clothing and masturbate for exactly one hour,
regardless of how many times you come. You will refrain from wearing these
ridiculous panties and substitute tight fitting bikinis in their place. I would
prefer ones that have see-through crotches. You will shave off your pubic hair
and keep it shaved clean. If I determine that you are not doing an adequate job
Sister Stigmata will be given the task of dry-shaving you every morning. You
will offer to orally relieve Father Morecock's sexual tensions every day for the
next two weeks. This may be done in conjunction with your masturbation session
in my study. I'm sure you are capable of doing more than one thing at a time.
Now swallow every drop and then you can dress and go home. Naturally I do not
expect you to discuss your confession or penance with anyone, since that would
be a mortal sin and you will go to hell unless you confess that to me. If you
do, you will suffer terribly for a very long time. Do give my best regards to
your widowed mother, and make sure that you show her your bottom so she will
know what a bad girl you still are."

					Chapter II


	Mary Katherine could hardly believe her ears; she was going to summer
camp!  Thanks to the good offices of Father Flogg and some exemplary displays of
progress when it came to providing sexual relief to the good Father, his
assistant and Sister Stigmata, she was receiving a work study appointment to
this very exclusive camp. In exchange for certain services that were to be
determined once she arrived at Camp St. Sebastian, Mary Katherine would be able
to participate in the many wholesome activities that the place was famous for.
She was most intrigued by the rumors she'd heard about the marriage course which
was supposed to have a laboratory as well as lectures. Mary wondered what the
lab portion of the course would involve.  Church history was another subject
that she would be exposed to during the summer. It supposedly concentrated on
the Martyrs and the Inquisition, and the students were expected to participate
in seminars, public displays of their faith and individual theses covering in
depth a portion of the material that they would be taught. Mary Katherine's work
schedule had been arranged to allow her to fully participate in these courses.
Naturally she would have to sacrifice some sleep, but that would be a small
price to pay for such a wonderful opportunity.

	Upon her arrival at St. Sebastian's Mary discovered that her schoolmate
Agnes also was enrolled. The rest of the girls were from other schools and
seemed equally excited about this opportunity to learn while they enjoyed the
pleasures of the outdoor life. Mary also noticed that the girls were like her,
plain of face with pudgy, still developing bodies. This was a comfort since
usually she was the only ugly duckling. This summer Mary Katherine would merely
be part of the flock.

	That dream was dashed somewhat as soon as Mary met the camp counselors.
Without exception they were pretty with fully developed figures, and older than
she. There was little time to ponder this observation. Mary had to report to the
infirmary for a thorough physical examination, then receive her uniform and be
assigned to one of the counselor cabins.

	The examination was unlike any she had ever taken. It was conducted by a
male doctor in his fifties and his buxom, stern-faced nurse who spoke with a
thick German accent. Mary had to strip naked and then submit to all manner of
invasions to her person. Until she was given a large enema, the girl thought the
worst part of the exam involved the full cavity search she endured. Her bare
body was palpitated, probed and penetrated by strange metal instruments, gloved
fingers, and even the nurse's hand, or was it her fist? Mary's eyes were shut
tightly by then so she wasn't sure. After voiding the contents of her enema as
the pair watched, she was pronounced to be in reasonable health, drug-free, but
in need of some serious physical conditioning. It was also noted that
technically the girl was a virgin, a commodity to be prized. Mary was unable at
the time to read anything sinister into this observation. Time would prove
differently.

	Mary was amazed at the uniforms she was issued. They consisted of bolero
tops and shorts that were extremely tight in the crotch. She was even issued
underwear, such as it was. Mary was handed a half dozen pairs of thong bikinis
and a sheer crotched pair for Sunday worship. There were also super sheer
matching bras that lifted and separated her smallish boobs. She was at a loss
when they also gave her three pairs of hose and two garter belts, one white and
frilly, the other black and made of some type of rubbery material. The girl who
was issuing the uniforms smirked at Mary Katherine when she asked about the sexy
underwear. " You'll find out at orientation, " she said. Then with a big grin,
the girl handed the teenager a pair of shiny metal handcuffs with a key. " Oh my
god! " Mary exclaimed. " What are these for? " The girl grinned even more and
replied, "Ask your roommates, they are the ones that told me to add this to your
uniform allowance." It was a stunned Mary Katherine Gallagher who walked toward
Cabin 3 to meet her roommates.

	The three girls, all pretty and extremely well built were waiting for
her. " This is Cabin 3, your home for the next three months. There is so much we
have to teach you. I hope we can cram it all in. " The speaker was tall, buxom
and had long blonde hair that cascaded down past her broad shoulders. " I am the
room leader; my name is Ilsa, with an I. To you I am Mistress I. Call me
anything else and you will be sternly disciplined. My two assistants are
Mistress J and Mistress E. Beyond these walls you have some degree of status at
the camp, but here you are a student, a very ignorant student who has much to
learn." As Mistress I spoke, Mary glanced at the slim brunette with a set of
exceptional breasts, and her shapely redheaded companion, an extremely tall girl
with an awesome pair of jugs and a sharp cruel face that still was quite
beautiful in its severity.

	"Cabin 3 has three beds, mine is in one room, and the other two are in
the back of the cabin. You will use a sleeping bag until you prove yourself
worthy to share our beds.  You should know that Father Morecock and Sister
Stigmata are both spending this summer as members of the staff. They have
already told us of your problems with accepting discipline. Be advised that we
are rather intolerant to people like yourself who struggle against the rules of
the Church and its representatives."

	All Mary could do was gape and stare at the trio as she listened to
Mistress I. " I want you to put down your uniforms and strip to the skin. Then I
will handcuff your hands behind your back before we begin to administer your
first dose of cabin discipline. Failure to immediately comply with my request
will cause additional punishment." Mary could not believe what she was hearing,
but when Mistress I slapped her across the face, not once but three times, she
started to remove her clothing.

					Chapter III


	Mary awoke with a start to find herself in darkness. Her hands were
still cuffed behind her back. As she tried to move, she realized that she was in
some kind of a sack that seemed to be made of rubber.  It was cinched tightly
around her neck. Her tits and ass felt sore and swollen, while her asshole felt
as if it were on fire. Worse still she desperately had to pee. As she fought
back the urge to release the contents of her distended bladder, she began to
recall some of the things that had transpired.

	 The taste of cunt lingered in her mouth and her fat tongue felt as if
it had been scraped. She remembered her three mistresses taking turns, pressing
their wet, smooth shaven cunts to her mouth and making her lick, tongue, kiss
and suck every drop of pussy juice that oozed from between their fat cunt lips.
They made her probe deep inside those wet snatches to gather more of the salty
slime that was continuously generated as the result of her activities. As this
was going on they were also taking turns reaming out her poor defenseless
asshole, using long rubber strap ons that appeared to be modeled after farm
animals Then she winced as she remembered her ass being pounded with a wooden
paddle as she ate pussy and listened to them insult her appearance and ability
to satisfy them.
	
	 As she became fully awake and aware of her surroundings the pain from
her aching breasts became more apparent. They had taken turns using a rubber
hose of her poor defenseless boobs, smashing them flat and laughing as she
screamed into the cunt that was glued to her face. She remembered one of them
saying that when they got done with her boobs she'd need a bigger bra to hold
them. She remembered being told that she should thank her friends for giving her
bigger tits.
	
	With a groan Mary Katherine Gallagher gave up the struggle and began to
pee all over herself.  No wonder she was so full. The last thing she remembered
was drinking a huge amount of water. To make her finish it all, they had
squeezed her nipples and stretched her poor pussy lips until she thought they
were going to tear. Then they gave her a couple of pills that they told her
would stimulate her kidneys. They sure had been right about that; she was still
peeing strong and could feel all her piss accumulating at the bottom of the
rubber bag that held her. She shuddered at what they'd do to her when they found
out she'd wet herself. She continued to piss, wondering if her roommates could
hear it as well. She hoped not for her sake.
	
	Mary was quite surprised when morning came. She was released from her
combination toilet and sleeping bag and told to clean herself and the bag. The
day passed uneventfully until she was called into the counselors' office where
she renewed old acquaintances with the good priest, Father Morecock and Sister
Stigmata. The priest heard her confession while he stimulated her budding clit,
forcing it to poke out from its hiding place. His continued assault on this
supersensitive nubbin of feminine flesh soon had her sweating and trembling,
unable to do much else since she was securely tied to a wooden frame in such a
manner as to give the man of God easy access to her dripping cunt.
	
	 Her behavior angered him as she babbled about having dozens and dozens
of impure thoughts daily, about being with the trio of ladies from Cabin 3,
Sister Paula and Sister Stigmata, not to mention her confessor and his mentor
Father Flogg. She was only given conditional absolution followed by a merciless
beating that covered her from neck to knee, both front and rear. Sister Stigmata
was invited to assist the priest in his punishment of this unholy teenager, and
she did her part, wielding her strap with practiced skill and covering Mary's
bottom and the backs of her legs and thighs with line after line of crimson. The
nun soon had to disrobe because of her efforts and Mary was shocked to see that
Sister Stigmata was wearing a black frilly garter belt and hose beneath her
habit. Father Morecock also noticed as evidenced by the tenting of his trousers.
	
	 He stopped his assault on poor Mary's clit and motioned for the sister
to give some attention to the girl's bald pussy with the strap. Sister Stigmata
did not need a second invitation. She commenced strapping Mary's weeping pudenda
with accurate, forceful strokes of her trusty leather strap. Father Morecock sat
back and enjoyed the show, watching as the leather strap bit into the teen's
tender twat while the nun's melon-like breasts bounced provocatively in rhythm
with her strokes. It became necessary to stifle the girl's screams and this was
accomplished by filling her mouth with her damp thong bikinis. " Spit these out
and I'll take the cane to those bouncy little boobs of yours" the priest
threatened. All she could do was groan and bite down on the gag as the nearly
naked nun viciously thrashed her bald box.
	
	When the nun grew tired, Father Morecock took over and resumed striping
the girl's tits, belly and thighs with his belt, switching occasionally so that
the heavy belt buckle tore into her plump body, breaking the skin and causing
flecks of blood to fly from her wounds. When Sister Stigmata was ready to strap
the teenager's body once more, Father Morecock motioned for her to whip the
front of the girl's body while he doubled up his thick belt and now using only
the buckle end, began to tear into Mary's unmarked back and shoulders. They
didn't stop until the girl shuddered and passed out from the pain.

				Chapter IV
	
	
	Mary Katherine Gallagher awoke to find herself tied tightly to a low
wooden bench with some sort of pillow raising her bottom off the bench. She was
sore from head to toe with the worst pain centered in her swollen boobs and
throbbing cunt.  Her tormentors came quickly into view once she groaned and
tested the ropes that held her fast. "Awake I see." Father Morecock said with a
smile that sent shivers down her spine. " I've just been speaking to Father
Flogg about you and he has given permission to have you exorcised. You and your
master are going to suffer the pains of hell here on earth. I know the battle
will be a long one and you are possessed with the strength of the evil one, so
you will be shown no mercy. Even if it takes the entire summer and requires help
from every member of the camp, you will be made to submit to God's will. I
intend to contact your dear mother to tell her what is being planned for you and
to prepare her for the possibility that your master may resist to the point that
your spirit will depart for hell before we can save it." As the priest spoke, he
pulled on his long thick cock, making it grow even longer and thicker. " Prepare
yourself for the first step in your ultimate freedom from Satan or this life."
	
	Just before the priest penetrated Mary Katherine Gallagher's virgin cunt
with his massive member, Sister Stigmata settled her hairy pussy squarely upon
the girl's face, nearly suffocating her. " Lick me well, spawn of Satan, while
the good Father opens your sinful cunt to let your master out where he can be
attacked." Mary screamed into the thick mass of springy curls that guarded the
nun's cunt. Father Morecock grunted as his weapon encountered the girl's hymen.
" Prepare to suffer for your sins!" he exclaimed as he drew back then slammed
over half his ten inches into her cunt, ripping the thin membrane that guarded
its tender insides. He heard a muffled scream from the girl and his face broke
into a smile.
	
	He pulled out until only her fat cunt lips held the head of his massive
cock, and then he drove it deep into the girl's tight twat, burying almost eight
inches inside her quivering quim. He watched as Mary shuddered and struggled to
get free of the crushing weight of Sister Stigmata's body as the nun ground her
wet cunt into the teen's face. He took a breath and then repeated his assault on
the girl's tight sheath, driving nearly the entire length of his cock into her
this time. Satisfied that she would soon offer no resistance to him, he settled
into a more comfortable position and used her pulpy, swollen boobs as handholds.
	
	 Morecock took another deep breath and then began to pound away on Mary
Katherine's bleeding cunt, going completely inside and actually touching bottom,
her cervix yielding ever so slightly to the pressure of his cockhead. After a
few strokes he noticed that almost half of his cock was coated with blood. This
spurred him to increase both the speed and power of his thrusts, bringing
strangled gasps and screams from the helpless girl. His powerful hands twisted
and yanked on her soft tits, while his fingers squeezed and pulled on her
sensitive nipples. He thanked the lord for the recent sexual congress between
him and the good sister who was enthusiastically grinding her cunt up and down
Mary's face, giving her precious time to draw air into her lungs as she was
slowly being smothered between the nun's fleshy thighs.
	
	Father Morecock began to vary the angle of attack on Mary's loosening
pussy as well as the speed and depth of his penetrations. Slowly her cunt began
to dilate and yield to his battering ram of a cock. He shifted his hips so he
could give her even harder thrusts, the sound of his groin slapping against her
pussy becoming louder and louder as he drilled away on her. If anything the
amount of bleeding was increasing as he continued to pound her pussy into a
pulpy mess.
	
	Sister Stigmata spun herself around so that she faced the priest, giving
him a good view of her big tits and hairy cunt that was totally engulfing Mary
Katherine's face. This sight added fuel to the fire and soon he exploded inside
the girl, flooding her cunt channel with an ocean of sperm, all blindly seeking
to fertilize any egg that she may have made available to the millions of
swimmers that now moved up her birth canal. With a deep sigh of satisfaction he
ceased his piston like stoking of the girl's tender, bleeding twat and remained
still with his pulsing cock still buried to its hilt inside her.
	
	 " May I help you father? " Sister Stigmata asked with a huge smile of
anticipation on her sharp-featured face. Father Morecock sighed again and gave
the girl another hard thrust, enjoying her pained response. " I think that this
child of the devil would benefit from having that particular entrance
substantially widened now that I have opened it. Who knows how large her master
has chosen to be and where he has lodged himself?" The nun raised her hairy cunt
from Mary Katherine Gallagher and glanced over to where she kept her strap on
dildo, an immense length of unyielding plastic covered with bumps and ridges,
all designed to wear away at the sensitive membranes that covered the girl's
cunt pipe.
	
	Father Morecock positioned himself so that he had a good view of the
teenager's raw-looking cunt, which was drooling some of the sperm that he had
just pumped into her. His vantage point also allowed Mary's tongue easy access
to his still firm cock that was coated with a mixture of her blood and cunt
juices plus his cum. " Lick me clean so that I will be free of your master's
slime, you evil tool of the Dark One." He said, emphasizing his words with cruel
slaps to her sore breasts. Mary moaned and began to suck and lick the bloody
length of his twitching organ.
	
	 He watched with anticipation as Sister Stigmata approached them, her
strap on jutting from the forest of thick pubic hair that still glistened with
Mary's saliva. She carefully arranged her body so that she was in a comfortable
position with plenty of leverage, then she lined up the tip of the ebony cunt
splitter with the teenager's swollen lipped slit. Father Morecock stared fixedly
at the tableau that had been created by the nun, waiting to see how much of that
monster she could get into Mary Katherine's tight snatch. It had taken her three
sessions before she could get even half of that torture tool into Agnes Watson's
super-tight twat. He wondered how Mary Katherine Gallagher's cunt would cope
with the invader. " This is really going to hurt and I'm glad! " spat the nun as
she shifted her weight and rolled her hips, driving the head of the strap on
between the girl's fat labia.
	
	A blood-curdling scream issued from the girl and at the same time she
bucked like a wild horse, nearly upsetting the priest from the bench. With one
hand he balanced himself on the bench; his other, now a fist, slammed into the
teen's belly cutting off the scream in mid-flight. A second and third blow,
dealt with even more authority, caused Mary to grow deathly quiet as her face
began to turn a ghastly shade of red. The good sister merely grunted, rotated
her hips and gave Mary Katherine Gallagher's cunt another couple of inches of
agony. The priest was astonished to observe that over half the length of that
brutal torture implement was now lodged within the girl's tenderized twat. Still
in a fury, the priest landed a number of solid blows to Mary's ballooning tits.
" You are his bitch! You are the devil's bitch! " He shouted.
	
	It took some time and effort, but at last the nun buried the entire
length of the punishing plastic cock inside of Mary's tight, young pussy. She
took a moment to gather herself once more, and then proceeded to ream the girl
out with powerful thrusts, soon coating the plastic with a mixture of cunt cream
and blood as the ridges and bumps did their work. Any noise from the girl was
muffled by the priest's hand as his other mauled her sore boobs and pinched the
nipples cruelly. " Now will you lick me, my little handmaid of Satan? " he
asked, listening to the soft squishing sounds that came from her tormented fuck
channel. Mary Katherine Gallagher began to lick.

					Chapter V
	
	
	The widow Gallagher was delighted to see Father Flogg at her door. It
had been many weeks since he had honored her with his presence. She gave thanks
that she had recently showered, knowing the priest's distaste for body odors and
the like. Not only had she showered, but the sheets on the wide bed that she
slept in were fresh from the line. God was certainly smiling on her this day.
	
	The widow Gallagher wiggled out of her housedress, revealing a plump
rounded body barely contained by the white corset that revealed the tops of her
large breasts and hugged her flabby hips. The woman's clean shaven cunt with its
fleshy lips and prominent hooded clit was already oozing droplets of sex juice
whose aroma was easily detectable by the old priest who was busily shucking his
frock to reveal a small, but fat sex organ that was still asleep. The widow
licked her lips in anticipation of the efforts that she would expend to make
that flower of Father Flogg's bloom.
	
	As the woman suctioned his cock into life, the priest broke the news to
her about her daughter. " I fear that Mary Katherine's lack of discipline and
failure to rehabilitate is not merely the product of a fractious personality
coupled with the rashness of youth. As you know from the appearance of that
broad bottom of hers, we have spared no efforts to reform her wild ways." The
widow Gallagher continued to make the priest's cock appear and disappear from
her mouth as he continued.
	
	 " I received a call from Father Morecock telling me that your
daughter's behavior has become so outrageous that he is convinced she is
possessed by the devil." The widow stopped her activities when she heard those
words. Father Flogg slapped her big bottom, leaving the imprint of his open hand
on the pale flesh. She resumed sucking his lengthening cock. " I have given him
permission to begin exorcising the devil from Mary Katherine. I am going to pray
daily that her master, the Dark One, will take leave of her body and mind before
this unfortunate girl yields her life to him. It will be a long struggle and you
will need your faith to be strong and allow what has to be done to be done. As
your spiritual counselor I will be available more frequently to assist you in
retaining your Catholic faith and trust in the priests and nuns who are the
servants of the Holy Mother Church. "
	
	 The widow began to deep throat the hard cock of her father confessor,
thrilling in the realization that this rod of God's will was going to be at her
disposal more often in the future. " I am your servant, do what you must. To
prove my faith I offer my asshole to your divine rod of justice," she said,
staring in almost a trance at his twitching ramrod that would soon be boring
deep into her bowels.
	
	The widow's asshole, having been pounded vigorously until the priest had
found release, gaped like an unblinking eye.  Father Flogg was dressing quickly,
mumbling something about having church business to accomplish. Turning to Mrs.
Gallagher he spoke. " First, I want you to present yourself to Sister Slaughter
in order that you be put to the trial to assure us that you are not suffering
from the same affliction as your demented daughter. I am very confident that you
will pass the tests that make up the trial. Second, you will receive daily
consoling from either my agents or myself. You will submit to their will as if
it were mine. Do not be surprised if some of them are women of the habit rather
than men of the cloth." With that he put on his coat and took his leave.

	The widow wondered what the "trial" would entail and who her new bed
partners would be; younger men would be nice, she thought, young men with hard
cocks that could console her hungry cunt with vigor. As for the sisters, that
represented a new level in her devotion and obedience to the Church. God would
provide a way for her to receive the reward of pleasure even from those like
herself, He always did.

					Chapter VI
	
	
	Father Morecock was quite surprised at the tightness of the teenager's
cunt that had previously been stretched to its limit for nearly a half hour by
Sister Stigmata's "engine", her word for the vicious weapon she now employed on
Mary. He had watched with fascination as a bloody froth began to issue from her
fuck pipe shortly after the nun had fully inserted her strap on into it and
began sawing away at the tender twat flesh, bringing forth loud cries of pain
from Mary. As the minutes slowly went by the strap on soon glistened with a
combination of the girl's blood and pussy juices. He had grown hard as he
watched the nun mechanically rape Mary Katherine with merciless fury.
	
	The girl had groaned and gasped as his thumbs captured and then crushed
her nipples, which had stiffened almost against her will. Her pear shaped tits
had bounced and jiggled with each hard thrust of the plastic cock attached to
the sister's groin. Beads of perspiration had coated her forehead and then
trickled down to pool in the hollow of her throat. A sheen of sweat soon coated
her from breasts to pubes and her plump bare body shuddered from the combined
pain and lust that was generated deep inside her cunt by the huge reamer that
plunged in and out of her. Finally the girl had experienced a massive climax
that made her arch herself as her twitching twat totally swallowed the strap on
and her head swung wildly from side to side before slamming against the bench
top over and over as her climax peaked. " It's your turn Father " the nun
finally said as she pulled the bloody length of plastic from the girl's cunt
creating a sound akin to that from a plunger opening a clogged drain. The priest
quickly replaced the strap on with his hard cock, driving it deep into her twat
with a single vicious thrust.
	
	After two rounds Mary Katherine Gallagher was nearly unconscious, barely
reacting to anything they did to her. Sister Stigmata had even tried to jam her
fist completely into Mary's bloody cunt, but the teen's tight twat thwarted her
efforts. The priest had stood over the bound girl and slammed his fist down into
her swollen cunt, over and over, flattening her crimson cunt lips with each
blow. The nun had tried to literally bite the girl's nipples off, succeeding
only in causing them to bleed profusely. At last reason calmed them both and
they decided that the camp doctor had to examine her and determine if she could
take additional punishment at this time.
	
	" Well, she's no virgin, that's for sure." The doctor said as he
palpitated and probed Mary's bleeding fuck box. " On the other hand she seems to
be none the worse for losing it. She's still tight as a drum and the bleeding is
nothing to worry about. I'd say she's ready for anything that you can dish out.
" His remarks caused consternation on the part of the priest and nun. " How can
that be? We've been working on her almost nonstop for the past two hours and she
appeared as if she was going into some kind of a trance; that's why we called
you. " The priest said. The doctor shrugged and said, " Perhaps the devil has a
greater command of her body that you think. Harsher measures are probably called
for in order to unsettle his hold on her. I have some recommendations if you are
interested. " " We are very interested, " replied the priest.
	
	" Technically speaking, there are eight entrances to this creature's
body; two through the nostrils, two through the ears, one via the mouth, another
via the rectum, one via the vagina, and the last through the urethra. Each of
these pathways should be traumatized regularly to make the passage of the Evil
One as uncomfortable as possible. At any given time most of the portals should
be blocked completely. I would recommend that her ears and one nostril be
permanently plugged immediately. A butt plug and catheter should effectively
block another pair of entrances or exits most of the time. The creature's mouth
can be shut a great deal of the time by means of a proper gag. Its vagina can be
closed by any number of procedures, some permanent in nature.
	
	 In this way you can now closely monitor the only passage that can be
used by her master to come and go. This single entrance can be used to feed the
creature and provide sufficient liquid so that she can survive while she is
being exorcised. I also strongly recommend that her bladder, stomach, uterus and
intestines be kept filled at all times to make those paths unusable by her
possessor. Those entrances can then be exorcised almost continuously, another
method of ridding her of the demon."
	
	Father Morecock nodded frequently as the doctor spoke and finally he
looked up and smiled. " I am glad we have had this discussion. I hope you will
provide further guidance to the good sister and me as we begin this daunting
task. "  It was the doctor's turn to smile and reply, " I trust that you will
approve of my faithful nurse assisting me in this holy activity." The priest
nodded and added, " I am sure we will benefit from the woman's touch. "
	
	
					( To Be Continued )

MARY'S SUMMER CAMP ADVENTURES

						
	 					Chapter VII
	
	
	The widow Gallagher was hard pressed to understand what was happening to
her. As ordered, she had presented herself to Sister Slaughter and quickly found
herself stark naked and securely strapped to a wooden frame located in the
basement of the convent. Her entire body was easily accessible from both front
and rear. Her trial began at once.
	
	Two younger nuns had joined Sister Slaughter. One lubricated her asshole
and then pushed an enema nozzle through the tight ring of muscle that guarded
her colon. The other squatted between her spread legs, parted the widow's fat
cunt lips and began threading a length of hose into her bladder; a most painful
process. While this was going on, Sister Slaughter disrobed, revealing a plump,
buxom body, much like the widow's, clad in a garter belt, waist cincher and
hose. " It is said that servants of the Dark One are averse to the smell and
taste of a woman's sexual center. Prove yourself as pure by enjoying my scent
and the juices that my cunt will offer once you have licked, kissed and probed
it with love and devotion. In the meantime my two assistants will be purifying
your body with holy water." As the sister spoke, the widow gasped as she felt
the initial rush of water entering her colon. What filled her bladder did not
feel like water; it felt hot and irritating. The naked woman groaned in
discomfort.
	
	Hours had passed and still they filled and emptied the widow's colon and
bladder with holy water. Once she had properly satisfied Sister Slaughter with
her enthusiastic use of tongue and lips on the nun's smooth shaven cunt, they
had forced rubber tubing down her throat so that her stomach could also be
filled to its limit with the holy water that once had occupied her colon and
bladder. Widow Gallagher's naked body shivered as her belly grew more and more
distended. One of the nuns helping in this purification ritual patted her
bulging stomach and smiled. " You appear to be with child, perhaps a gift of
God? Could he be a prophet? " The helpless woman could only groan and struggle
against the straps holding her to the frame.
	
	At a signal from the sister, all three of the tubes used to fill the
widow's internal chambers to their limit were yanked from her body. The trio of
nuns watched as widow Gallagher spewed the liquids onto her sweaty body and all
over the concrete floor. " Now while the sisters test your skin for any sign of
hardness that is the mark of the demon, I will flush any evil from your womb. "
As the sister spoke, she positioned a garden hose between the widow's fat cunt
lips. At a nod from her, one of the nuns, now naked except for a pair of cotton
panties more suitable for a child opened the spigot to which the hose was
connected. Widow Gallagher felt as if she had been kicked in the stomach by a
horse. Then the pain grew worse as the stream flattened and distorted the
reproductive system that once had carried and then delivered Mary Katherine
Gallagher into the world. She hardly noticed the first blow that sliced into her
unprotected back as the whipping began.
	
	The two nuns used their straps on the widow's bare body until their arms
grew too tired to continue. Sister Slaughter took over for them as they took
turns making sure that their sweaty cunts did not repel the old woman. She
licked, probed, kissed and smooched the hairy pubic mounds that were thrust into
her face, while the older nun tattooed her back and bottom steadily. When the
pair were satisfied and had recovered their strength, they resumed her whipping.
During this phase they took up positions on either side of her and used their
straps exclusively on her floppy tits, soon covering the fleshy pillows with
welts.
	
	The widow Gallagher passed out from the pain after having been whipping
for over twenty minutes. The older nun decided that it was time to use the sword
of truth on the woman. She was revived so she could fully appreciate the pain of
having a long thick rubber phallus shoved deep into her well-used cunt. The
dildo got its name from the handle that was shaped like the hilt of a sword. In
all the years that Sister Slaughter had used this devil detector, no woman had
ever fully accommodated this terrible weapon.
	
	The widow's cunt slowly swallowed nearly a foot of hard rubber before
the nun encountered significant resistance. Once a novice who had worked as a
prostitute for ten years before joining the convent had taken all but two inches
of the sword before bleeding so profusely that further attempts to fully insert
it had to be stopped. The widow had now taken over a foot after the sister put
some muscle into the last stroke, and only a small trickle of blood leaked from
the seal between her stretched cunt lips and the dildo. The sister ordered the
nuns to resume whipping the widow's stomach and the tender insides of her spread
thighs in order to prevent her from concentrating on the pain radiated from deep
within her bleeding fuck box.
	
	Sister Slaughter stepped back and watched the sword bounce as the straps
striped the widow's thighs and belly. After a few minutes the sister once more
began to rock and twist the thick rubber, gaining another inch as she pulled the
dildo nearly completely from the widow's gaping cunt, and then slammed it with
all her strength back into the woman's sore snatch. Widow Gallagher's eyes
rolled back and she shuddered in agony. The tip of the sword was now pushing
against her uterus. The two nuns resumed whipping the widow's tits and thighs
while the sister took a break.
	
	One of the nuns squeezed and pulled at the widow's welted tits, reaching
around from the back to avoid getting in the way of her companion. She, in turn,
was pressing a powerful vibrating dildo known as a pocket rocket against widow
Gallagher's throbbing clitoris that stood out from its hood in all its blood red
splendor. Sister Slaughter was twisting and grinding the sword around inside the
woman's sore cunt, bringing grunts of pain from her. Once more she withdrew the
rubber club until only a couple of inches remained within the widow's fuck tube.
Then with a loud cry Sister Slaughter rammed it into the widow's cunt,
completely burying it inside her spasming twat. The old woman passed out.
	
	" There's certainly no place that the demon can hide inside that cunt. "
Sister Slaughter said proudly. Her two companions smiled and nodded their heads.
" Perhaps you ladies would like to prove that to your own satisfaction. Here,
let me remove the sword so you can get your hands or is it fists into this old
whore's pussy. I certainly don't understand why the good Father Flogg is so
enamored of this well traveled cunt." The first nun was already working her hand
into the widow's gaping twat while her companion resumed using the pocket rocket
on the old woman's slit. Soon the nun's arm was being swallowed up to the elbow
by the widow's well-stretched pussy. As she punched away at the woman's cervix,
giving it a permanent tilt, Sister Slaughter carefully examined her welted body,
searching for breaks in the skin and signs of bleeding, sure signs that she was
not possessed by the Evil One. Except for the widow's nipples, she appeared to
be pure as far as not being possessed. The sister suggested that the pocket
rocket be used in order to keep widow Gallagher's mind from concentrating on
what was being done to her nipples. Two long pins skewered the first fat nipple
at right angles to each other. No blood was noticed. Sister Slaughter smiled and
then drove a longer pin straight into the nipple. The widow's screams hurt the
nun's ear, but she was rewarded by the spurt of nearly black blood that issued
from the wound. She performed a similar operation to the other nipple and it too
released its stored blood, proving conclusively that the widow was free of the
devil. The nun smiled at the sobbing woman and softly said, " I know that this
trial must have exhausted you. Perhaps it might be best if you were to stay the
night and rest." The widow Gallagher heaved a sigh of relief and accepted with
thanks. The two younger nuns exchanged sly smiles, knowing full well that the
only thing that the widow would not get during the night was rest.

					Chapter VIII
	
	
	It had taken less than a day to mobilize the entire camp. Word about
Mary Katherine's condition had spread with almost the speed of light, let alone
sound. Volunteers began presenting themselves within hours, all willing to give
every ounce of their strength in this battle with the devil. Even the young camp
members offered to do their part, making the argument that there was strength in
numbers. For now the camp counselors were leading the attack against the Dark
One.
	
	The naked sunburned teen was spread eagled upon one of the camp tables,
her wrists and ankles tightly tied to the table legs. A pair of senior girls
stationed on either side of her was showing off their athletic prowess, much to
her dismay. As the two counselors walloped the daylights out of her, using
lengths of knotted electrical cable, Sister Stigmata watched from the shade. The
two girls had stripped to the waist and the sister was enjoying the sight of
their bouncing boobs as they landed blow after blow to the front of the teen's
body. As per the doctor's recommendations, Mary's bladder, belly and bowels were
filled to their limits and closed off. The doctor was still working on a fixture
that would allow Mary's uterus to be filled and contained as well. For now her
cunt lips, both inner and outer, had been sewn shut with tent repair thread,
then stapled to provide a second layer of defense against the devil's entry or
exit.
	
	These two were following the same pattern as the previous pair. At first
they worked on her bulging belly, causing jets of water to spurt from the one
nostril left open. Then they pounded away on her groin area to stir up the
liquid bloating her bladder. From there they went to her tits, flattening them
over and over until they looked like two purplish melons. Now they were drubbing
her rib cage from both sides, making it almost impossible for her to draw a
breath. " Don't forget that fat cunt of hers," she said to the sweating
counselors. A smile broke across her face as the heavy cord began to punish
Mary's stapled cunt.
	
	Sister Stigmata suddenly realized that the sun was setting. She shook
her head to clear it. When had this pair of girls started working on the teen,
and how many other pairs had she missed? It was impossible to say based on the
condition of Mary Katherine Gallagher's naked body. It was covered from neck to
knees with lacerations, cuts, bruises and angry welts. Evidently the twisted
lengths of electrical cabling had been passed from one pair to the next. Her
cunt was so swollen that the thread and staples that kept her cunt closed had
disappeared from sight. Mary's tits were enormous, two black balls of throbbing
flesh rising from the sea of cuts and welts. The girl's eyes were wide open and
fixed on the sky above her head. The two teens flogging the girl sighed in
disappointment when the sister signaled them to stop. " You two can be the first
tomorrow, if she is still alive, that is. " the nun said.
	
	Mary Katherine Gallagher was drained and her cunt was once more made
accessible to the tender ministrations of the priest and nun. The doctor and his
assistant joined them after dinner. Mary's swollen cunt and tender asshole were
mercilessly skewered with massive strap ons wielded by the two women. The men
concentrated their attentions on her tight asshole, often reaming her shitter
out in tandem with one of the woman who would either take a turn on her asshole
or continue the stretching of her tender twat. While the men recuperated, the
doctor described some new techniques that he had devised to add to the agony
that the teen was experiencing.
	
	" I've developed a cervical mold that will act to contain any liquid
that is pumped into her uterus. There are a number of candidate solutions that
will make the demon think twice before occupying Mary's uterus. I am leaning
toward a mixture of mineral oil and ground glass diluted with concentrated
carbolic acid. That will slowly eat away the lining of her womb causing intense
pain, and when the mixture is periodically removed and replaced, the ground
glass will lacerate the entire length of her vaginal passage."  Father Morecock
smiled broadly and nodded his head. " That sounds like just what the doctor
ordered to tame this evil servant of the devil. What other ideas do you have for
making her rebel against the intruder? " Morecock asked. The doctor smiled
evilly and continued.
	
	" I want to fill her stomach and bowels with something that will
irritate and ultimately perforate the linings of those body parts, and at the
same time create major discomfort and mental disorientation when it is absorbed
into her blood stream. A mixture of crushed nettles and amphetamines suspended
in urine would do the trick, provided the urine had a very high concentration of
body wastes. This is where the camp attendees can play a very important role. I
have calculated that the first urine of the morning collected from everyone in
the camp could be distilled to provide sufficient amounts of a potent carrier
for the drugs and nettles." The priest clapped the bearded man on the back and
exclaimed, " You are a genius! I am glad to count you among those on the side of
goodness and truth! " The two women who were still vigorously pounding away
inside of Mary Katherine's sore and swollen asshole and cunt paused for a moment
before resuming their relentless assault on her body.
	
	Before turning Mary Katherine over to the tender mercies of the camp
counselors for the remainder of the night, Father Morecock and the doctor took a
final turn on the girl's bleeding asshole, depositing their loads deep inside
her. Just before the priest joined Sister Stigmata in their cozy bed, he looked
in on his charge. The counselors had strung her up by her wrists with legs
spread wide and anchored to bolts in the floor. They were whipping her sunburned
body with freshly cut willow switches that had been soaking in brine for the
last few hours. Already the girl looked like a barber pole, and the night was
just beginning. The priest counted at least a dozen strapping young women
eagerly waiting a turn on the possessed one. Satisfied with what he saw, the
priest headed back to his quarters where the sister waited, furiously
masturbating as she prepared herself for his attentions.
	
	The priest could not believe his eyes when he checked up on Mary
Elizabeth Gallagher.  She was still hanging from her wrists and pair of
well-muscled young ladies was busily putting a fresh layer of cuts into the
girl's bare body. One was slashing her front side to ribbons, concentrating on
Mary's bloated bags of boob flesh. The other was alternating between the girl's
lacerated ass and her swollen bloody cunt, ripping the tender pussy flesh into
strips of raw hamburger. What made the priest's blood freeze was the fact that
Mary's swollen slit had miraculously freed itself from the heavy-duty tent
thread and industrial strength staples that had been holding her cunt shut the
last time the good father had checked on her condition.
	
	He questioned the girls who continued to tear into Mary Elizabeth
Gallagher's bleeding body with fresh switches. Neither could remember having
seen her cunt sewed or stapled when they had taken over about an hour ago. They
also commented that considering she had been whipped steadily for the past
twelve hours, her body was in amazing shape. All the cuts she now bore had been
made only during the last hour or so. In fact it appeared that she was healing
almost as fast as they could damage her flesh.
	
	
					( To be continued )

MARY'S SUMMER CAMP ADVENTURES

					
					Chapter IX
	
	
	Undeterred by the manifestations of the Evil One, Father Morecock had
the battered girl taken down to the dock for a brisk turn or two around the
lake, a favorite of his for refreshing his charges so they could absorb more
punishment as penance for their imperfections and infractions against the Holy
Spirit. After Mary's manacled ankles had been secured to the motorboat's
towline, the hooded girl, her wrists cuffed behind her back, was ready to go
"water skiing". At a signal from the priest one of Mary's cabin mates, Mistress
J, gunned the engine and then threw the boat into gear, jerking Mary's naked
body up onto the cold surface of the lake.
	
	The priest sat at the stern of the boat shouting instructions and
watching the results as the girl's naked body skipped along the surface like a
stone, or plowed a frothy wake as she was submerged beneath the surface. He
particularly enjoyed watching her body bounce erratically as the boat took a
zigzag course across the water. After making a wide turn at the edge of the lake
he directed the operator to go at top speed to the other end. Once this was
accomplished he had Mary hauled out of the water to check on her ability to take
another tour.
	
	Mary Katherine Gallagher's body was very cold and when the hood was
removed, her pale, bluish face, lips the color of an overly ripe plum, and eyes
open but unfocused was revealed. Her nipples were stiff from the cold and her
breasts barely moved, so shallow was her breathing.  The good father ordered
that the girl be placed over the drum located at the middle of the boat and be
given a thorough rolling in order to force the water from her lungs and stomach.
Within a few minutes she was coughing up part of the lake. Once she had regained
her senses they gagged her with an oily rag, but removed the plug from her
nostril before zipping her head back under the hood.
	
	At a nod from Father Morecock, Mary was tossed from the back of the boat
and once more dragged across the lake at a high rate of speed, the boat
fishtailing from side to side to force the girl to plow beneath the surface.
After about ten minutes of water skiing and snorkeling minus the snorkel and
skis, the priest decided to see how far they could get Mary to fly. The first
attempt failed when her body missed the ramp and instead plowed past it
completely submerged. Another pass was quickly initiated and this time the
possessed teen was launched into the air, landing with a huge splash and then
burrowing beneath the surface for almost half a minute before the boat gained
enough speed to force her naked body to again start skipping like a stone across
the lake's surface.
	
	This time Mary was unconscious when they brought her into the boat. The
girl's body was blue from the cold and she was not breathing. They unzipped the
hood to discover that she had vomited up a considerable amount of bile. Near
panic ensued as they frantically rolled the teen's cold body over the drum and
pounded on her back in an effort to get her lungs to clear and begin
functioning. Father Morecock even mumbled a prayer or two as he watched the
motionless body being moved back and forth across the metal barrel's smooth
surface.
	
	When at last Mary began to cough up the water that had filled her lungs,
everyone relaxed. Father Morecock however soon became angry with the girl
because of the fright she had caused in him. He grabbed the strap that hung from
his waist and began to lay into the naked teen with a fury. Mary was unable to
protect herself, her wrists and ankles still secured. Again and again the
leather found her cringing body and bit deeply into her pale flesh. The priest
zeroed in on her hard nippled breasts and landed blow after blow to them. Then
he switched to her shaved cunt and scored repeatedly on that tender area as she
scurried to find protection from his well-aimed blows. Then as suddenly as it
had begun, his attack ceased. " You will suffer dearly for the discomfort you
have caused me to endure! " he spat at the girl as she blubbered loudly, her
shaking body curled protectively into a fetal position.

					Chapter X
	
	On the way back to the camp the good servant of the Lord had a wonderful
idea. This child of Satan would be used in one of the courses being given as
part of the summer camp curriculum. The history of the Inquisition was always a
popular subject, but was limited to lectures and a set of dog-eared notes that
had been compiled many years ago by Father Thrasher, a renowned scholar and
authority on this period of Church history. Father Morecock was about to make a
major breakthrough in how this course was to be taught in the future. It would
take at least a week to properly prepare for this new and improved version. A
number of devices and machines had to be constructed. A select cadre of
counselors would have to be trained so they could adequately perform their
roles. Naturally he had already reserved the major parts of this pageant of pain
for himself and other members of the clergy.
	
	He was concerned that the presence of Mary Katherine would distract the
camp personnel as well as those attending. He was in a quandary about what to do
with her. He decided to call his mentor, Father Flogg, for advice. This proved
to be an excellent idea. The old priest heartily approved of his plans for the
possessed girl and announced that he would make every attempt to be in
attendance when Father Morecock debuted his updated version of this course.
	
	Father Flogg then proceeded to tell his protege about Camp Animus, a
place dedicated to bestiality. Approximately ten years ago a sect of defrocked
priests and renegade nuns established a refuge for their unholy order in the
vicinity of the summer camp. Its guiding principle was summed up in the
following two rules. " We should know and love all God's creatures including the
beasts of the field. Women should be sexually subservient to these animals to
show their love for God's works." A few of the more radical members of the sect
wanted to extend this second rule to include men as well, but this proposal was
denied by the head of the order.
	
	Financial support for the small band came from their successful efforts
to establish what became a thriving business of producing and distributing video
tapes of their very unique rites to a variety of foreign outlets who were
somewhat in concert with their philosophy of knowing, in the biblical sense, all
God's creatures. The establishment of this outpost of evil caused a furor that
reverberated up to the office of the archdiocese, where it was decreed that
there would be no formal acknowledgement of the existence of this place, and
even more importantly, no interaction with any member of the sect. For some
years this fiat was honored even though a distance less than five miles, as the
crow flies, separated the two camps.
	
	Coincidently the leader of the sect, the rechristened Father Equus, was
well known to Father Flogg. The two had met at the seminary and had kept in
touch over the years when he was known as Father Fangcutter. Their close
physical proximity and the passage of time created a situation where there
developed a very informal, almost tenuous line of communication between the two
old acquaintances. The old priest now offered to provide his young assistant
access to Father Equus, believing that there was a good chance that the order
might accept Mary Katherine on a temporary basis. " I believe my old friend will
be most intrigued by the opportunity to drive the demon from the girl, thereby
demonstrating that God is, so to speak, on their side." Flogg said, summarizing
his approach to the problem of keeping her from becoming a distraction.
	
	A few hours after his conversation with his mentor Father Morecock
received a call from Father Equus. It was a long and difficult negotiation. He
thought he had made an excellent case concerning the need for Mary Katherine to
be lodged with the nearby group. He had then carefully pointed out the
advantages that would accrue to the order if they managed to exorcize this demon
that had proven to be impervious to his attempts to drive it from the girl.
However the head of the order was not so easily convinced. He had realized quite
early in their negotiation that this "gift horse", so to speak, might have very
poor teeth. Father Morecock, not being experienced in dealing with such an
implacable foe was forced to give ground and sweeten the pot in the form of a
pair of his counselors who would become part of the package. To his dismay this
was not enough. He also had to agree that the two girls would remain with the
order for the rest of the summer. The defrocked priest ended the call once he
had informed Morecock that he would send a guide to escort the three girls back
to his camp.
	
	The young priest suffered some pangs of conscience when he informed two
of Mary's cabin mates, the aforementioned Mistresses J and E, that they would be
accompanying the girl on her hike to a secret place. He made it sound as if they
were to be her guards and once their charge was delivered they would be
returning to camp. He did neglect to tell the two that their return would be
delayed considerably and it was quite likely that their faith would be sorely
tried during their stay with the sect. He consoled himself with the thought that
perhaps their ordeals might cause them to deviate from the lesbian path they
seemed determined to follow.
	
	While these events were taking place Mary was undergoing a thorough
thrashing at the hands of the angry and quite frustrated camp counselors. No
matter how hard or how long she was beaten she miraculously began to heal the
moment they stopped. They finally gave up their efforts to whip the devil out of
her, literally as well as figuratively, and decided to take a new tack. They
dragged the girl to a patch of sandy soil located in a small stand of stunted
trees. While Mary Katherine was held in the firm grip of two of the strongest
girls, others began to spray the area with water until it was transformed into a
muddy mess. Wooden stakes were quickly hammered into the ground and her wrists
and ankles were secured with lengths of leather to them, stretching her naked
body into the shape of an X. This done they began to pour a mixture of sugar and
water over the front of her body until it glistened.
	
	Mary hardly noticed the first few bites, attributing them to perhaps
flies or even gnats. However within a couple of minutes the drying earth began
to undulate from the thousands of angry soldier ants that had burst from their
caves beneath the dirt, ready to repel the invader. Soon her naked body was
covered with a living blanket of ferocious insects, their mandibles tearing at
her sugar coated flesh. She began to scream in fear and then agony as they
overwhelmed her. The counselors had gathered in a semi-circle at a safe distance
to watch the fun.
	
	 Her visitor was slow to react to this new threat to its host and the
ants took full advantage of the situation. Mary's screams grew louder and then
died away as the angry army marched over her lips, stinging as they went, and
entered her mouth, rapidly filling it with scores of tiny needles furiously
injecting minute amounts of formic acid into the soft tissue lining her mouth,
the firmer tissue of her gums, and finally her tongue.
	
	The counselors enjoyed the sight of Mary Katherine writhing in agony as
the fire ants continued to pour out from the ground and invade every opening her
blistering body offered. Some of the young ladies were even diddling themselves,
brought to some kind of sexual boil by the sight unfolding before them. Then
their helpless victim ripped herself free from the stakes that held her in place
and sat up, brushing the swarming ants from her body and twitching like a horse
beset with biting flies. Then she stood erect and stamped her feet as she
continued to brush the angry ants from her naked body. This display of inhuman
power stunned the camp staffers and they moved back in fear. Then when the girl,
still partially coated with stinging ants, advanced toward them they fled back
to the safety of the camp buildings, leaving the girl to finish cleaning herself
of the vicious jawed solder ants.
	
	Father Morecock, having finished his discussion with the leader of the
sect, was just leaving his cabin when he was nearly bowled over by a group of
stampeding camp staffers. He managed to stop one of the young ladies, a
toothsome morsel that he had plans for before the summer ran its course, and
calmed her down sufficiently to discover what had just transpired just beyond
the camp grounds. He hurried over to the doctor's station and told him what had
occurred. " I have just the solution to this problem," the physician said as he
rummaged around in his medical bag. He gave a grunt of satisfaction and then
withdrew a small leather pouch, which when opened revealed a gleaming syringe
and a vial of blue tinged liquid. He smiled and said, "This is capable of
calming down animals weighing up to one thousand pounds. I think it should do
nicely for our little troublemaker."
	
	
					(To be continued)

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures


					Chapter 11


	It was an easy matter to approach Mary, who was still busy removing ants
from her person. As promised the drug worked quickly on the girl and soon she
was down on the ground in a stupor. A second injection finished her off. She was
turned over to a group of counselors who quickly restrained her with manacles
and dragged her back to one of the outlying cabins for safe keeping and another
severe dose of discipline while they waited for further instructions.

	They hung the comatose girl from a hook in the ceiling by her manacled
wrists,  which put a tremendous strain on her shoulders and upper arms which
were pulled into an unnatural position since her wrists were secured behind her
back. To add to her misery,  weights were attached to the chain that linked the
metal bands biting into her ankles. The young women's fear of her was now
replaced by anger, even fury, that she could instill such dread in them. They
were bound and determined to take revenge on her.

	Her cabin mates were the most familiar with her satanic ability to heal,
and took the lead in devising new and even more drastic methods to punish this
possessed teen. While they accumulated the things necessary to put their plan
into action, the rest of the counselors lined up to work off their nervous
energy on their still unconscious prisoner. Despite the knowledge that her body
could regenerate itself almost as fast as they could damage it, they were still
eager for the opportunity to test themselves against the evil power residing
within this pudgy, pale, pasty-faced teen.

	This time they didn't bother with standard whips or straps, instead
opting for items that would rip and tear the flesh to tatters, or be capable of
bursting the skin and breaking the bones beneath. During the time it took to
collect things such as razor wire, lengths of hard wood, crude whips made from
strands of metal, rubber hoses filled with lead shot, a set of golf clubs and
even a blackjack, Mary Katherine swayed by her wrists, still under the influence
of the powerful tranquilizers she had running through her system. Her visitor
seemed to be content to remain focused on its own agenda for Mary, offering no
sign to the girls that it even existed. In parallel the other group was
rummaging through the storage areas in search of what they needed to support
their plans. By the time they had assembled the frightful tools that they would
employ, Mary was being slashed and battered by two line of counselors, each
concentrating their fury on whatever portion of her body became available.

	Those already busily engaged in tearing Mary Katherine's body to shreds
hardly noticed when the others wheeled in two braziers filled with coals, a
goodly number of metal bars, a pair of tongs, numerous pliers as well as a metal
gasoline can filled with alcohol. The leader, Ilsa, Mistress I to Mary
Katherine, ordered her two companions to fire up the coals. While the braziers
heated, she took in the activity now going on. Mary's bottom was bleeding in
dozens of places and as Ilsa watched, a chunk of flesh was separated from the
girl's ass by a particularly vicious blow from a razor wire lash wielded by one
of the more well muscled counselors. The pudgy teen appeared to be still
unconscious based on her lack of reaction to the brutal assault her body was
receiving.

	Two girls were taking turns clubbing her straining shoulders with
sawed-off lengths of wood, while another pair were battering her tits with a
combination consisting of a weighted rubber hose and a blackjack. Mary's tits
had turned into a rainbow of discolored meat as the soft globes flattened and
bounced under the relentless attack. Worse still was what another pair were
doing to her belly and fat-lipped cunt. They were smashing into her tender flesh
with golf clubs that made a sickening thud as they were buried in her cunt and
soft midsection.

	 Mary's lack of response to the brutal beating she was getting
infuriated the counselors and they redoubled their efforts. Now her body spurted
blood from numerous deep wounds and more chunks of flesh were torn from her ass,
thighs, even her pear-shaped tits, which were now being whipped with razor wire
and bundles of metal shards. The two using golf clubs on her had positioned
themselves fore and aft and were jamming the shafts deep into her cunt and
asshole, bringing rivers of blood from both holes.

	 No human could have survived the damage they produced in their
helpless, comatose victim.  Unfortunately for them they had awakened the
creature residing within her and now had to face its wrath and pay a terrible
price for their cruelty and the disrespect they showed to this evil force.
Without warning the torrents of blood that streamed from Mary's body,
splattering the frenzied counselors, turned into jets of fire that burned,
roasted and even melted their flesh. The hair of those surrounding her burst
into flame and all lost their sight as the liquid in their eyes literally
exploded from the heat.

	Ilsa and her cohorts were spared, proving that timing was everything in
this case. They fled, screaming into the night, as their fellow counselors were
reduced to burned out shells that spasmed and shook in agony, becoming a sick
paraody of what once had been firm youthful bodies just blossoming into full
maturity. Meanwhile Mary Katherine's body began to reassemble back into the
pale, pudgy container that sheltered this powerful force. Once the
transformation was complete, her tormentors also began the process of regaining
their bodies.Unfortunately their minds would be scarred for life and never would
they be able to sleep without experiencing a taste of the fate that awaited them
once they left this world.

	The news of what had occurred soon got back to Father Morecock and the
doctor. Initially they dismissed the story they heard as the result of some type
of mass hysteria that had afflicted the counselors. They managed to round up a
few counselors that hadn't been involved with Mary's latest discipline session,
and the two men led this group to the outlying cabin where Mary waited along
with those girls who had so brutally beaten her. Mary was still dangling from
the hook, unconscious, but her body showed no signs of any trauma. The six girls
who had suffered the wrath of the demon that possessed Mary stood around her
with blank stares on their faces. They too showed no evidence of having been
harmed in any physical way, but the doctor quickly realized that something out
of the ordinary had happened here.

	The yong priest and the doctor began to bark orders to the girls who had
accompanied them and soon Mary had been taken down and freed of her bonds. The
girl was placed on a stretcher and she and her former tormentors were taken to
the camp infirmary for treatment while the men remained behind to discuss this
event and its ramifications.

	" Doctor,the sooner we have this child of Satan out of camp, the better.
I could feel the demon's presence the moment we entered the cabin. We are
dealing with a powerful force and need outside help if we are to save that
child."

	" I've seen enough to make me realize that this is some paranormal
entity at work here. You may call it Satan, or a demon, but it is something we
cannot control at this moment. I concur with you, we need to keep this thing at
bay by removing it from the camp, if it will allow us to do that. However I
don't know what would constitute suitable reinforcements against this power.
Make no mistake about it, something happened here that was out of the ordinary.
Up until now only Mary seemed to be directly influenced by it. I believe that
there is some truth in the hysterical ranting of these young women. I've seen
enough cases of shock to know that something terrible created those blank
stares. We are now on very dangerous ground."

	The next morning Mary was prepared for her journey to Camp Animus. She
was stark naked and bowed beneath a heavy wooden yoke to which her arms were
extended and tightly tied. Perhaps out of spite, but more likely from fear, her
cunt had been filled with a gel that quickly set up once it came into contact
with her secretions, which were plentiful these days. A small plastic bung had
been pushed up her urethra and surgical glue had been used to keep it secured.
Its removal would produce considerable pain in the girl. Her mouth was filled
with a bag of rock salt which would slowly release its contents as the day wore
on. Tape loaded with surgical glue was wrapped around her mouth to hold the bag
in place. Her ears were filled with another gel that was heat sensitive. Her
body temperature was quite sufficient to make it become a solid, form- fitting
barrier to sound. A bung made from rubber had been hammered up one of her
nostrils; the other was stuffed with cotton, which would allow her some air
while she made the long hike to the outlaw sect's camp. Prior to being tied to
the yoke, the girl had taken an enema of a viscous compound akin to the gel that
now filled her cunt. This one formed a low density material that effectively
blocked anything from entering her rectum. Although the doctor had been
instrumental in coming up with most of these barriers, the man of medicine knew
that this was nothing but window dressing, a sop to the superstituous, at best
something like a juju.

	  The girl would be accompanied by two of her cabin mates, Mistress J
and E. The trio faced a daunting trek through six miles of brush, switchbacks
and strong running streams before they would reach their goal. There would be
precious little shelter from the blazing sun and poor Mary had absolutely no way
to protect herself from either the natural elements or the hordes of insects,
both crawling and flying, that inhabited this hilly terrain. Had she known of
the torments that her guides had planned, she would have given in to utter
despair.

	Father Morecock, Ilsa, the doctor and his nurse saw the little band off,
then returned to the business of running the camp and preparing for Mary's
return. It did not take the counselors long to begin tormenting their naked
charge. They took a detour that allowed them to collect some whippy branches
from the saplings growing beside the crude trail, as well as bunches of nettles
and cockleburs that they gingerly picked with their gloved hands. By the time
they were back on the dirt path Mary was already suffering from her accidental
contact with the unruly plant and insect life that thrived in these woods. Her
legs and thighs were beginning to be spotted with tiny cuts, scratches and
bites. Even though it had been only an hour since the sun had risen, Mary was
already beginning to break a sweat from the weight of the yoke and the
resistance she met as she plodded through stands of tall grass and tried to
avoid the sharp rock outcroppings that made the path seem like a mine field to
her unprotected feet.

	They hit the first of many switchbacks about an hour into their trek. To
incentivize Mary Katherine to apply herself to the task of moving her weighted
down body through a vertical distance of approximately forty feet, her two
companions flanked her and proceeded to use the freshly cut branches on her
broad bottom and dappled thighs. The girl grunted and gasped as she slowly
wended her way to the top. The counselors were so tired from the climb that they
called a halt upon reaching their destination. They retreated to a clump of
bushes that provided some shade, leaving Mary to suffer from the sun and the
insects that had been attracted to her sweaty body.

	Somewhat refreshed, Mary's companions took the opportunity to decorate
their prisoner. They girded her midriff with sprigs of nettles, and planted
cockleburs beneath her droopy tits. To keep them in place they strung a length
of some kind of vine around her chest, and knotted it tightly. Once this was
done it became child's play to add a few more nettle sprigs to the vine. Now
with every step Mary would be rubbing her tender flesh against the stinging
plants festooning her upper body. A few vicious cuts across her backside got her
moving once more; this time through a dense patch of dry grass. Mary began to
doubt her ability to continue much further under these terrible conditions.

	The nettles began to do their work, causing patches of irritated flesh
to pop up where the hollow spines had literally injected tiny amounts of formic
acid into her. The burrs ate away at the tender undersides of her tits, digging
in deeper and deeper with each heavy step she took. Strangely enough the
barriers that had been applied to her orifices protected her somewhat from the
swarms of stinging insects that hovered around her. They did however feast on
the tips of her ears, her tits, and her vulnerable armpits, fully exposed from
the way she was fastened to the yoke. The worse part of their attack centered on
the region of her eyes, especially the lids which soon became so swollen that
any blinking caused intense pain. Mary Katherine was beginning to think that she
was in hell.

	Her captors were merciless, deliberately marching her through poison
sumac growths and stands of dry grass that punctured her skin from waist to
ankles as she plowed through it. They hit a second switchback and the counselors
had to whip her continuously to force her up the dirt path that rose another
thirty feet or so to an area of felled trees and dense brush. It was slow going
as the trio picked their way through the obstacle course, pausing repeatedly to
get their  bearings before pressing on.

	 Mary Katherine tripped over a log half buried in the dense underbrush
and fell, the heavy yoke driving her face into the ground. The girls whipped her
furiously in a vain attempt to make her get up, but she was unable to move
because of the yoke that pinned her to the ground. The frustrated counselors
finally stopped cutting Mary's back and ass to ribbons and regained their
senses. It took some doing, but they managed to get the girl back on her feet.

	After covering about a half mile, they encountered a stream of rushing,
surprisingly cold water that they had to cross. A rope was looped around their
captive's yoke and they whipped her like a beast of burden to force her to enter
the powerful stream. In two steps Mary was in water up to her waist. It's force
was such that the nettles that girded her hips were ripped free and swept away.
The combination of cold and friction acted to relieve her of some of the pain
associated with her wounds. Mary was so focused on enjoying this bit of relief
that she suddenly lost her balance and fell, face first, into the rushing
torrent.

	The two counselors hung on to the rope for dear life as the water fought
to carry away their prisoner. The stream tumbled the yoked girl into an
outcropping of rock where she became wedged, head above the water. Mistress E
had enough sense left to take advantage of this situation, looping the rope
around the stump of a tree to anchor Mary in place. Then she and her companion
carefully waded to where Mary had settled and surveyed the situation. They
quickly determined that she was safe for the moment, but without help, they
would not be able to remove her from the stream.

	For the first time since this trek began, they took a close look at her
and realized that she was in terrible shape; pale, eyes swollen nearly shut,
struggling for every breath, her body sunburned and covered with insect bites,
scratches, welts, cuts and ulcerating sores. They knew that they still had
perhaps three miles or so to go before they would reach the sect's camp. Mary
was in no condition to go much further even if they managed to extricate her
from the rocks.

	They would be in big trouble with all concerned if Mary was not
delivered to Father Equus and his followers by the agreed upon time. The only
thing that made sense was that one would stay with Mary Katherine while the
other went on to their destination and returned with help. A coin flip
determined that Mistress J would stay with Mary.

                		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.

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures



					Chapter 13

	


	This stubborn, sun burned girl, her naked body shaking from the furious
thrusts of the stallion, reminded him of another time when he was younger and
his flock was just beginning to  form. A beautiful sylph of a girl had somehow
found her way to them and soon was a full fledged member of his growing band of
followers. Her love for animals seemed to have no bounds, and everyone loved her
in turn. However it slowly began to dawn on him that her love for animals was
only a part of her interests. He started to pay heed to certain signs and soon
was able to gather sufficient evidence that she was in league with a demon; a
tool designed to bring about an end to all his dreams. She had already infected
one of the members of his flock, a nun once a member of an order devoted to
strict abstinence and the mortification of the flesh. Equus realized that he
must stand against this evil power immediately, or his flock would be lost
forever to him.

	An assembly of inquiry was convened and the girl and the former nun were
put to the question. To his dismay both females resisted his discipline
strenuously, accusing him of conspiring to destroy the order that he had
founded. For a moment he nearly lost command of his people, so great was his
shock. It was one of the senior members of the flock, another former nun, who
took up his cause, announcing that she had witnessed the two having sexual
congress. This testimony from a well respected member of the group who had been
with him since the beginning was enough to carry the day. To this day he could
not say whether her claim was true or false.

	The assembly of inquiry now became a body of exorcists under his
direction. He still remembered with relish the first sight of the girl's naked
body, still pale despite working in the sun for weeks on end. Except for her
long black tresses she seemed devoid of hair over that slender but shapely body.
Her breasts had barely begun to develop, two budding fruits, each topped with a
stiff pink nipple. It was her cunt that consumed his attention, her plump mound
split by two smooth pink slivers of flesh guarding her secret place.

	 In contrast her companion appeared to be some other species entirely.
The woman had two sagging guord shaped breasts with dark nipples. Her slit was
hidden from view by a mass of thick, black curly hair that flared up from
between her heavy thighs. There was a line of matted hair reaching up to her
navel. This fur-like curtain even extended to the region between her fleshy
buttocks. What caught his attention was the fat nubbin of angry red flesh that
poked up through the jungle. Her clitoris was massive, it had to be three
perhaps four inches in length. Equus had never witnessed such a creation in his
life. Over the next day or so he would become very familiar with that lump as it
was tormented and teased to make its owner confess and give up her mistress to
them.

	Breaking the girl's will proved to be a challenging task. Equus became
convinced during this ordeal that he was correct in assuming that she was a tool
of some powerful demon. Her disciple, the former nun, also proved to be
intransigent in her refusal to acknowledge his domain over her. He was forced to
resort to physical means to bend them to his will. He remembered the stirring in
his loins as he watched the slender girl hanging by her wrists from a tree
branch being whipped by the assembly, each taking a turn that lasted until they
could no longer lift an arm. It was interesting to see what each used and where
they concentrated their attention.

	Without exception the men used straps and lengths of heavy rope that
were often freshened in tubs of brine to add to the girl's pain. They
concentrated their attention on her shapely bottom, back and legs, the straps
and ropes raising welts that became cuts that eventually turned into lacerations
as her flawless skin was ripped to pieces by the relentless assault. She was
shown no mercy, no compassion, no pity, no concern for her health and well
being, even though those who whipped her were often flecked with the blood that
flew from the wounds they were causing.

	Not unexpectedly the women proved to be even crueler. They insisted that
her legs be spread wide to give them easy access to her private parts. This was
accomplished by anchoring her ankles to stakes driven into the ground. Still not
satisfied they pulled her petal shaped lips apart and glued them to her thighs
using spirit gum obtained from the trees. The women mostly used fresh cut willow
switches soaked in water, although a couple chose to batter her bare body with
the small tree limbs that littered the forest glade. They proceeded to target
her budding nubbins and smooth plump pubic mound, slashing these tender areas
into a mass of frothing bleeding pulp. Worse still, those using the heavier
weapons scored one frightful blow after another until the girl's pubic region
was one open wound from which issued blood mixed with her juices and the mucous
that once protected her sex from harm.

	Despite their best efforts she remained conscious throughout the
terrible beatings that she received. The frustrated sect members were at a loss
to explain how she could survive what they had dealt. One of the women became so
enraged that she jammed a tree limb deep within the helpless girl's sex and
ground it back and forth. The girl shrieked in agony as her insides were torn.
This was the only time that she showed any effect of what they were doing to
her. Equus remembered hurrying forward to remove the bloody length of wood from
the recalcitrant sinner, fearing that she might bleed to death on this very spot
of ground. At that time he still was not fully aware of the power that he was
opposing.

	He would never forget what happened once he pulled the tree limb from
the girl's body. Equus felt a rush of warm air surrounding him and his sight
began to dim. Just before he fainted he realized that the girl's torn body was
radiating this blast of heat that was suffocating him. When he awoke minutes
later he was looking up at his followers who ringed his body. They helped him to
his feet and it was then that he realized fully that they were dealing with a
force outside of the normal world they occupied. Proof of this was hanging less
than fifteen feet from where he stood, and whatever it was, was healing itself
before his eyes.

	His followers assisted him in returning to his quarters where he
remained for many hours. In the meantime his people dealt with the other one who
proved to be much easier to discipline. They had hung her from her ankles to the
same tree branch as the girl had occupied, her legs spread wide and her wrists
tied tightly together and pulled down by the heavy weight they attached to them.
The thick coat of pubic hair offered little protection against the straps, heavy
ropes, willow switches and tree limbs that were used on her sex. She passed out
many times but was quickly revived so that she could absorb more punishment. Her
broad bottom was turned into raw meat from hundreds upon hundreds of lashes that
the sect members applied. Unlike the girl, this one screamed and begged for
mercy as they stripped the skin from her pubes and bottom.

	After the incident involving Father Equus, the girl had gone into a kind
of trance and seemed impervious to pain. So while they whipped her companion,
she was tied securely to a crude fence they had constructed to house some of the
animals. Sporadic attempts to revive her were unsuccessful until a refreshed
Father Equus made an appearance. He immediately bade his followers to cease
their assault on the older woman, telling them that she was merely an extension
of the young one, and thus unimportant.

	"The girl is in league with a demon of great power. I have experienced
its wrath and now have some idea of its strength and hold over the girl. We must
gather ourselves into one being in order to wage a successful struggle against
this evil creation. You must obey my every command and have faith in me. We will
use the power attached to the creatures of the field to wrest this girl's spirit
from the demon that holds sway over her."

	Even today, many years after this event took place, Equus still wonders
whether there was not some type of intervention that took place inspiring him to
speak as he did that afternoon.  At the time he spoke so confidently about using
the power associated with the animal kingdom, he had no idea how to either
obtain or harness it to his needs. Equus decided that his flock needed some kind
of diversion to keep them occupied while he tried to come up with some kind of
strategy involving the animals that would rid them of this demon in their midst.
So he decreed that the girl should once more be tested to find her limits.
Recalling the blast of heat he had recently experienced from her protector, he
decided to literally fight fire with fire.

	Equus supervised his followers as they prepared the still unconscious
girl to be attached to a length of iron that was to serve as a spit. Other
pieces of metal were forged into crude clamps that held her naked, and now fully
healed, body against the iron bar. All during this lengthy process she remained
in a deep sleep or trance. Her arms and legs were tightly bound with thick
lengths of brine soaked rope. There was no change in her even when they rubbed
her body from head to foot with aromatic herbs, oils and animal fat that would
be used to baste her as she slowly cooked over the glowing coals that were now
being fired up.

	While they waited for the bed of coals to reach the proper temperature
they resumed torturing the older woman using fire. She was bound tightly to the
fence which had formerly held the girl, legs spread apart and arms pulled over
the top rail, putting additional strain on her arms and forcing her to arch her
back,  presenting her large breasts for torture. Spirit gum was rubbed into her
thick pubic bush and ignited. The woman writhed in agony, her screams causing
the nearby birds and small animals to fly and skamper deeper into the forest. It
took two more applications of the crude resin to finish burning away the rest of
the hair and cooking most of the skin covering her pubic mound. By then the
former nun was unconscious from the pain and shock that followed. Equus noted
the fact that to date the demon had made no attempt to counter anything that was
being done to the woman. He decided to push further into the demon's domain,
probing its strength as well as any weakness he could see.

	Her now denuded vulva fully exposed to view the misshapen lump of
twitching flesh that was her clitoris. The sight of this massive protuberance
poking free of the folds of its hood acted to intimidate the men and incite the
women to outrage. One of the sect females stepped forward and seized the long
limber fleshy tendril.

	"Some one bring a thong to bind this monster properly," she shouted,
both of her hands clasping the unconscious woman's clit as if it were a snake or
eel.

	In due time a length of wet leather was looped tightly around the base
of the former nun's clit. A second thong compressed its middle and still another
captured and throttled the head of this worm-like creature. Ignoring the fact
that their captive was still unconscious, the women set upon her like a pack of
ravening wolves. This seemed to alleviate the fear that kept the men away from
the older woman. Soon two men had picked up tree limbs partially set afire by
the bed of coals and positioned themselves to the sides of the senseless woman.
While the women did their best to utterly destroy the captured clitoris the men
began to club her breasts with brutal blows that flattened, tore and burned the
unprotected fleshy mounds. Everyone with the exception of their leader was now
so busy either punishing or witnessing the activity that was happening to the
woman that they were unaware that the sky had suddenly begun to darken and a
strong wind was beginning to bend the tops of the trees.

	Equus at first was more annoyed than frightened by the dramatic change
in the weather. He started to fret that rain might interfere with his plans for
the girl who lay by the side of the fire pit, tightly bound and secured to the
iron spit by a number of metal clamps that had required the combined strength of
two men using pinchers to close them over her body. However his main worry
involved the naked woman who was absorbing tremendous amounts of savage
treatment from his flock. He was bothered by the fact that she was not
responding to any of the horrible things that were being done to her naked body,
her chest rising and falling rhythmically despite whatever terrible treatment
she was receiving.

	 The women seemed to be fascinated by her gargantuan clitoris, acting as
though it, rather than she, was evil. They had driven dozens of wooden splinters
coated with tree resin through every portion of the fat twitching worm. Now they
were setting the splinters on fire, cooking the lump of flesh. He could smell
the odor of meat cooking, but the meat from what creature, he thought? The
vicious attack on her bare breasts had turned them into two swollen, charred,
bloody bags of raw flesh. The men had stopped the beating and were now torturing
those two dangling spheres of shredded skin and fat. They were using the very
pinchers employed to mount the girl to the iron bar to mutilate what was left of
the former nun's breasts. While one set was being used on the unconscious woman,
the other was heating in the fire pit that awaited the girl.

	The weather became even more ominous; the sky had turned black and then
the first lightning bolt split the canopy of angry clouds swirling directly
overhead. The explosive clap of thunder that followed was deafening, so powerful
that the burst of sound could be felt as well as heard. All those around him
were frozen in terror at the violence that had just been released. Scant seconds
later the skies opened and an avalanche of bitter cold rain inundated the area.
Then the second bolt struck, blasting the bed of coals into a shower of embers
that were extinguished in mid flight by the torrential downpour that quickly
turned the camp into a quagmire. A tremendous rush of wind flattened all those
standing and uprooted a number of trees surrounding the campground. It became
cold, very cold and then the hail rained down upon his followers, huge chunks of
ice that struck brutally, literally breaking bones and tearing off the limbs of
the nearby trees. Through it all Equus remained focused on the pale form of the
girl. Totally helpless and completely unprotected from the mighty forces that
had been unleashed, she remained untouched by the fusillade of heavenly spheres
that pelted down upon them all. It was if she was lying beneath an invisible
shield deflecting all harm away from her. It was then that he was struck by an
ice ball moving at some tremendous velocity and the world became blackness and
silence. In that brief moment prior to departing his senses Equus realized that
the girl was not what he thought her to be.

	It was not until the following day that the leader of the sect recovered
his senses. His head was bandaged and he quickly found out that sudden movements
meant excruciating pain in his temple which had taken the brunt of the icy
projectile's force. Although still unable to leave his bed, he received enough
information from his followers to allow him some degree of respite from the
fears that had gripped him just before the storm struck.

	 The girl was still in the trance but showed no evidence of any
deterioration in her physical condition. Their other captive however had taken a
decided turn for the worse. At first her body shook as if she had the palsy and
she mumbled in an alien tongue none could understand. Then her wounds, which had
been treated to a degree, errupted, producing mini-fountains of blood and a
stench that sickened all those about her. Her monstrous clitoris swelled and
then began spewing a noxious fluid that burned those who came into contact with
it. Panic seized the congregation and they fled from where she was being kept.

	 Hours later when nothing of consequence came forth from her resting
place, a few of the braver sect members entered the hut she occupied. As near as
they could determine the servant of the demon had departed this world; she lay
motionless, cold and pale, body covered in her congealed blood. Her body had
been dragged from the building using ropes to avoid the possibility of becoming
contaminated by any physical contact with it. They decided to abandon the body
deep in the woods and let the animals determine its ultimate fate. This decision
initially pleased Equus since it supported his exhortion to his followers.

	He wrestled with a number of unresolved questions that day, being unable
to leave his bed and do other things. Why had the demon abandoned the girl's
companion to her fate? This made little sense given the tremendous power that it
seemed to possess. Did the demon cause the tremendous storm that left the camp
in disarray and his followers fearful of what might come next? Equus could not
accept the storm being a freak event, merely a random occurrence in the manner
of its timing and ferocity. Yet, if it possessed this type of power, why was it
unwilling or unable to save the older woman? Then there was the enigma of the
young girl. What was she, servant of the demon or its mistress?

	He was dumbstruck when he finally acknowledged the possibility that the
girl was controlling the demon. Things now began to fall into place. The former
nun was probably at best the loyal servant of the demon's mistress. This would
explain her intransigent behavior and willingness to absorb the bulk of the
sect's fury at this evil intrusion. It might even explain that hideous deformity
that had been revealed once they had begun torturing her. It may have very well
been her mark of servitude, placed there at the request of the girl. The ability
of the girl to heal herself and then go into a protective trance was now easily
understood; the demon was doing her bidding, defending her against the followers
of Equus. The nun had been a mere pawn in this struggle, easily sacrificed as
part of the queen's assault on his scattered forces. But why would she even
allow herself to be seized and tormented? This was a great mystery, almost as
unfathomable as her ability to control a demon. It was then that Equus accepted
the new reality that there were things and forces beyond his ken. To survive he
must adapt to the new revelation and begin to educate his followers to the fact
that they, like himself, were part of a greater reality that they could not ever
begin to understand.

	The following day after Equus had his epiphany, a moment that would
inalterably change his life and that of his followers, members of the flock
burst into his room in a panic. They shouted and gestured, some trembling in
fear. It took some time before Equus realized that the girl had departed from
the camp. No one knew when, or how this feat had been accomplished. The last
person to see her reported that she was still in a deep sleep and remained
chained securely to the pallet upon which she had lain ever since the storm. The
chain, unopened, was mute testimony to the power that she possessed or could
call upon.

	Despite being weakened from his injury, the defrocked priest insisted
that his people take him to the place where the body of the former nun had been
left. Equus seemed almost relieved to discover that the body had also vanished
without a trace. The soft earth, still saturated from the storm, provided
abundant evidence that indeed the body had been dragged to this spot and left.
However there was no sign that anything human or animal had created additional
impressions in the area.

	For weeks afterward there was constant speculation from his flock
concerning what had occurred during that three day period. By then Equus had
developed an outline of the creed that would determine the behavior of all those
with him. Its central focus involved the beasts of the field in ways that were
yet to come. He also began to fill in the skeleton of this new belief with
truths or myths such as the virgin and her handmaiden who came from the skies
and returned to them after suffering for the sins of his flock and holding out
the hope of a happier life after death. Equus was rather pleased with the way
his new religion dovetailed in many ways with the one he had abandoned. Who
knows, pehaps with a bit of luck, lightning might strike twice in the same spot?

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures


					Chapter 14


	Mary had taken on every stallion in the herd and now was being
revisited. There was no blood, no signs of pain on her vacant face. It was as if
she wasn't even present. Pools of horse semen had formed below her as her cunt
dribbled a steady stream of the equine spendings that had been discharged within
her. Those witnessing this incredible feat of strength on her part were both
stunned and a bit frightened at what was happening. To make matters worse, the
animals were displaying fear as they were brought up to her dangling pale form.
This was a new manifestation of the power that dwelt within her. Obviously it
was protecting its host, but now it seemed to be becoming irritated at the
actions of the sect members.

	Equus sensed this long before the horses started to shy away from the
girl. Indeed it appeared that she was possessed by a powerful force. For some
unknown reason he was more comfortable now that the creature was acting as it
should. It apparently was obeying the same laws that humans employed when they
were threatened, defend yourself initially and if that did not prove
satisfactory, become the aggressor.

	With the encouragement and assistance of the handlers the third stallion
to revisit the girl was brought into position and its long thick penis was made
stiff before being placed at the gaping maw that was the mouth of her cunt. The
animal thrust forward and skewered Mary with one powerful thrust, sinking nearly
half its length into her body. For the first time in many hours her eyes took
life and widened in shock, as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep. She
let out a blood curdling scream as a spurt of blood shot from the cojoined
flesh.

	The leader of the sect thought for a moment that it was Mary's blood, at
along last. Then the huge animal shook from nose to tail, foam covering its
entire muzzle. It let out an unearthly cry and collapsed to its knees, shuddered
once more and expired. There was a stunned silence in the stable area and then
the sect members bolted in panic as if the devil itself was pursuing them. Equus
stood rooted to the ground, accepting what he had just witnessed, but waiting
for something more threatening to occur to him. There was none forthcoming.

	The former priest sensed the presence of whatever it was. It seemed to
cover him like a thick, heavy mist, making everything about him vague, almost
insubstantial. He felt rather than heard its greeting. He was not afraid, in
fact he felt a tingle of happiness as he confronted this powerful being.

	 Equus walked purposefully toward the girl who had returned to the
catatonic state that had kept her free of pain. He worked the straps of the
combination sling and harness that held Mary captive. Once he had completed his
task her eyes opened and she stepped free of the leather cocoon. He could not
help smiling at this sun burned teenager who had hosted this powerful spirit for
so long. He basked in the smile he received in return, feeling some kind of
soothing aura envelop him.

	When Mary spoke he reacted as if she had risen from the dead, so great
was his shock. All she said, or at least all he heard her say, was two words,
"pain", "purification". There was a lengthy pause and then she repeated herself,
only in a louder, more powerful voice. This time her words were accompanied by a
picture that flashed through his brain, a flickering, undulating tongue of flame
hovering in empty space. He nodded his assent still unsure of the context in
which these two words dwelt. Mary smiled that wondrous smile once more and said,
"woman". In a brief instant he had insight into the meaning of these cryptic
words. He shook himself and bobbed his head up and down in front of this smiling
messenger. Equus thought to himself, " I am the rock; I am reborn this day."
Then he fell to the ground unconscious.

	The sect leader awoke to find himself in his own bed. One of the sect
women was seated a few feet from where he reclined. The moment his eyes blinked
open she approached him.

	 "I am well. There is much to do and quickly. Have the members assemble
in front of the stable." 

	Then he realized that he had no idea of the whereabouts of Mary, the
conduit through which the spirit addressed him.

	"Where is the girl? Has anyone seen her? She must be found."

	The woman assured him that the girl was secured. They had found her on
the floor a few feet from where he had lain. She was in some kind of trance and
no one had been able to rouse her from it. Equus dismissed her as soon as he
knew that Mary was safe. He only had a few minutes to prepare an address to the
flock that would be a revelation and at the same time an instruction to them
all.

	The nearly sixty people who made up his flock were waiting as he strode
towards them, still not exactly sure what he was going to say. To him it was
fairly obvious that the women must undergo some kind of trial to become worthy.
At issue was, worthy for whom or what? He was hoping that the messenger would
awaken and be his guide as he broke the momentous news to his people.

	The moment he reached the spot upon which he would make this
announcement she appeared, seemingly from nowhere. There were surprised murmurs
from the assembled folk at her arrival. Equus took a deep breath and began to
speak. The words came freely and to his mind they made much sense.

	They had been chosen by a powerful spirit to be his vessels. A conduit
from the sect to their new master and teacher was to be selected from among the
women. Before this could be accomplished the candidates would have to be
purified by the men and the animals of the camp. This last statement came as a
surprise to the former priest, but he continued without so much as a pause. Once
the conduit was chosen and had bonded with the spirit they would depend on her
for instruction and revelations. This spirit was not evil, but it's intentions
were not completely clear. Knowledge and faith would have to be developed slowly
at first before the ultimate objective could be revealed.

	Those who were not able to accept his revelations would be given the
option of leaving the camp forever. Those remaining would find a life of
serenity and purpose, and be remembered by generations yet to come. Two of the
men and a woman opted to leave the sect and were given his blessings.


	Since there were nearly twice the number of males in the group he
assigned a team, chosen by lot, to most of the women with a few exceptions. As
their leader he selected one to be his "challenge", as he described the
purification process. He also assigned two of the men to record for "historical"
purposes the entire ritual. In truth this pair were the ones responsible for
producing the tapes that sold so well overseas and provided most of the funding
for the sect's activities. Equus supervised the disrobing of the women and gave
instructions to the men who would perform their purification.

	"There must be pain before redemption, as severe as the woman can bear
and perhaps beyond if the spirit moves you in that direction. There must be
blood shed; it must flow from the secret places in her body as well as those
more obvious. All that which could impede her purification must be driven out by
the harshest measures; fire, water, the scourge. She must be penetrated to her
core and made to give up her failings and ills. It is here that the animals of
the field can be most effective. Only when you feel the peace that will arise
when the woman is pure can you cease your labors."

	It did not take long for the members to separate and set up their own
special areas in which this sacred rite was to take place. Equus marched the
naked sixteen year old to a group of stunted trees and strung her up by her
wrists from a low hanging limb of one of them. He selectd some whippy shoots
from a neighboring willow bush and lit into the girl, slashing away at her plump
tits, then moving down to her rounded belly and finishing his first pass by
striping her thighs with angry welts. He took a breather and saw that so far her
skin remained unbroken. To make her pouting cunt more easily available for
whipping it would be necessary to somehow spread her legs. He left to find some
rope, stakes and a hammer with which to drive them into the ground.

	On his way back and forth he had the opportunity to witness what was
going on in a number of places. He was happy to see that the men had taken him
at his word. A chorus of screams, groans and shrieks gave convincing evidence of
this. He also saw some creative methods applied to the proper performance of
this ritual.

	In two cases teams had come up with the idea of using barbed wire to
enhance the chances of drawing blood from their candidates. A woman with huge
breasts that hung like fat guords from her chest had been trussed with barbed
wire that encircled her chest, stomach and thighs. The two men were beating her
with thick clubs, driving the metal barbs deep into her flesh with each savage
blow. Blood was streaming down her body from dozens of places as she screamed
and begged for mercy. Her outcries only made them redouble their efforts,
pounding her mammoth tits into a set of purplish swollen globes, as blood from
her wounded chest ran in rivulets, following the contours of those hanging
targets.

	The other pair had wrapped a strand of barbed wire around the woman's
midsection, some barbs embedded in her navel. A number of strands of wire had
been twisted together and ran up to split her cunt lips and the crack of her ass
before being rejoined to the wire cutting deep into her midsection. They stood
on either side of her and concentrated on beating her cunt with their heavy
belts. The thick patch of pubic hair guarding the entrance to her cunt was
soaked with blood from the wire barbs that worried their way deeper and deeper
into her private parts with each stroke of their belts.

	Equus also witnessed a unique way of achieving a number of objectives
with a single process. A heavy-set woman of perhaps forty or so was hanging
naked from her wrists and screaming mindlessly as wedges of wood were hammered
into her rectum. Her cunt had already been filled to capacity and perhaps a bit
beyond based on the stream of blood soaking its way through the wooden barrier.
He was heartened by the creativity that was being demonstrated by his followers.
Surely this would yield wonderful results when all were finished driving all the
evil from the women. He increased his pace, eager to begin another effort to
purify the blonde teen who hung from the tree limb waiting his return.


					( To be continued )

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures


					Chapter 15



	The sect leader stepped back to survey the results of his labor. The
girl's legs were now spread wide apart and anchored by sturdy ropes to the
stakes that he had just finished pounding into the earth. Her cunt was now well
and truly exposed for whatever torments he cared to devise. His eyes zeroed in
on that pink slit covered with a downy coat of wispy blonde pubic hair.

	 The willow switch bit into the narrow lips separating her sex, leaving
a welt that swelled and turned a nasty shade of crimson, in sharp contrast to
her pale flesh. Another and another welt joined the first, angled such that they
neatly cut across the now swelling strips of flesh outlining her most secret
place. He laid another half dozen stripes, walking the line of welts up towards
the top of her cunt. Still there was no evidence of bleeding.

	 This intrigued him to the point that he approached the girl's body and
cruelly pinched her welted cunt lips, bringing a gasping, croaking sound from
her. He was a bit distressed with his own behavior after viciously punching the
teen's bloating cunt, bringing a pitiful groan from her just before she vomited.
He took some time to regain his composure before resuming.

	He tried a new approach in his quest for blood. He removed his heavy
belt, wrapped it around his hand and laid into her back and bottom to see what
effect the thick leather would have on her skin. He decided to concentrate on
her rounded cheeks and in a few minutes he had turned them into twin, swollen
globes covered by flaming skin. The willow switch bit deep into her swollen
rump, but the skin did not break. He concentrated his attack on that soft tender
area just beneath those red rounded cheeks, but was again thwarted.

	"Enough of these games!" Equus thought, and shifted his attention back
to her well whipped cunt.

	His heavy belt thudded into her distended mound, bringing gasps and
groans from her as the tender flesh began to bruise and turn into ugly patches
of red, blue and purple. He once more rested and mauled her pert breasts, still
relatively untouched, but temptingly available. This time the willow shoots
produced the bloody fruit that he wanted. Again and again the willow whip
slashed across her bruised cunt lips creating colorful showers of pink and red
froth. The teen's head lolled against her chest as she absorbed this hellish
fury. Her assailant was far from finished with her.

	Equus felt strongly that he had to set a standard for his flock to
follow. Drawing blood was but the first step. He determined that she would
suffer fire, water, terrible penetrations and be made to accommodate her private
parts to the lusts of the animal kingdom before he would consider her free of
imperfections. To do this he once more had to walk among his people and see how
the mass purifications were progressing.

	On this walk he passed by one of the corrals and noticed two men
diligently plunging a woman head-first into a watering trough for the horses.
Her hands were tied tightly behind her back which was covered with deep gashes
and bruises. Lying beside the trough was a thick branch with sharp nodules along
its length. It was covered with fresh and dried blood, evidently having been
used on the woman who they were now close to drowning. She no longer struggled
and he could see that there were no bubbles coming to the surface.

	Just seconds before he was going to warn them of the consequences of
causing her death, they raised her head from the trough. Her face was nearly
blue, but after a few vicious slaps, she groaned and began spewing the water she
had swallowed back into the wooden container. They waited patiently until she
emptied her stomach, then once more her head was pushed to the bottom of the
trough so violently that it must have smashed against the wooden bottom. Her
struggles lasted much less than a minute, and the grim wait for her to surface
began anew. Equus had more pressing things to address than wondering if these
two would ultimately push the woman beyond her limits.

	He retrieved a jar of animal grease, a rag and a tin containing pine
tree resin, before returning to the stand of stunted trees. On his way back he
encountered another group involved in an effort to remove all the hair on their
subject, a thin, wiry woman with sagging tits and a pubic bush that was being
set afire in sections. The men had roped her to a wooden barricade designed to
control horses. Based on the tendons that bulged in her legs, they had been
yanked apart to their limit, making her cunt vulnerable to anything that these
two could dream up to do to her.

	There was blood trickling from her swollen cunt, evidence that her
insides had been assaulted by something unyielding. The front side of her body
was crossed with dozens of welts, cuts and bruises. Her tits were nearly black
from the thin strips of leather that were strangling the blood supply to them.
Close by to where she was stretched was a small fire. As Equus watched, one of
the men carefully picked up a burning faggot of twigs and waved it across her
crotch, igniting another section of her pubic hair and bringing a shreik of
agony from her that made the hair on the back of his neck stiffen. This was a
sure sign that she was rapidly attaining the perfection that the former priest
expected from all the women of his flock. Equus was pleased.

	His "challenge" awaited him with dread. The moment she realized his
presence she began frantically shaking her head from side to side, pleading with
her large, luminous eyes for some degree of mercy. The sect leader steeled
himself, ignoring her substantial charms, and busily made preparations for her
next trial.

	He rubbed the top of the cleft separating her plump buttocks with some
of the resin and then ran a thin line of the substance across the base of her
spine. Moving to her front side, he decorated those bloated, blood-red cunt lips
with more of the resin, then lightly rubbed a very thin layer down the length of
her slit, daubing a modicum of the sticky material onto her barely visible clit.

	Picking up a dead tree limb, the old priest wrapped the rag around it.
Striking a match, he ignited the rag and then held the flaming end to the resin
covering the girl's back side. It burned with a hissing, popping sound which was
soon overwhelmed by the hoarse screams that came from her as she thrashed
against her bonds in a frenzy of activity aimed at freeing herself from the
blinding pain. 

	The sect leader stepped back to take in her agonized reaction to the
fire that was searing her flesh into a pulsating island of pure pain. The resin
was consumed in a matter of ten to fifteen seconds, an eternity to the helpless
teen. He allowed her to absorb the full impact from the first torching. When she
calmed down to just a shivering, shuddering mass of goose-flesh he lit up her
cunt.

	To his utter amazement the violent muscle reaction that the burning
caused gave her sufficient strength to actually pull one of the stakes from the
ground. She presented a strange sight, one leg moving crazily, reacting to the
impossible level of torment that she was experiencing, the other still held
fast. Her face had turned into a red mask of straining flesh over taut skin that
gave her a cadaverous appearance.

	For some reason the resin burned more slowly, perhaps some secretions
induced by who knows what had created moisture in her vulva that fought the
blaze for a time before being vaporized by the intense heat. She alternated
between banshee-like wails and sobbing that shook her entire body. He waited
calmly for her keening to subside. She would not die, no, not from this.

	Equus had decided to penetrate this girl in a variety of ways. He had
already selected a broom handle that would fit nicely into either of her holes
and was long enough to stir up her juices, so to speak. However he also wanted
to give her the personal touch and that was where the animal grease came in. But
before he could indulge himself, it was necessary to restake that ankle
securely. She offered little resistance as he pulled her ankle out to just
beyond its original position and then carefully hammered the stake into the
ground until only an inch or two showed.

	The teen showed no emotion as she watched through slitted eyes as the
sect leader slathered a generous amount of the grease over his entire hand,
squeezing it so that it coated even the insides of his fingers. When he reached
out and parted her cunt lips, she shook from the pain it caused. She screamed,
an eerie, high pitched wailing sound as he began to work his fingers, one by one
into her cunt. It was difficult to make any progress in her blistered and
extremely tight channel. He persisted and at last managed to fold his thumb over
and begin the hard work of separating her burnt lips to the point that the mouth
of her vulva would accept his fist. The only resistance to his efforts came from
that tight, narrow passageway that led to her birthing chamber. Her body seemed
to be almost suspended in space, moving slowly like a spider's web being gently
moved by a breeze.

	The old priest was beginning to tire and starting to have second
thoughts about what he was trying to do. Somehow his fist began to slide slowly
but steadily into the warm, wet canal as she choked and cried from the awful
pressure this entry developed within her secret place. His face broke into a
death's head grin as at last his fist popped past the tough muscle guarding her
cunt. He paused to catch his breath, reveling in the position he had established
within the girl's body.

	The naked teen cried uncontrollably as he made his way further and
further into her body, amazed at the way her cunt swallowed his arm. As he made
more and more progress he became curious and more confident of what he could do
to the girl. He tried a few back and forth motions and she moaned so loudly that
he could feel the vibrations in his intruding arm. He moved his fist from side
to side atttempting to stretch the narrow walls that surrounded his limb in a
wet but firm grip.

	He bent his knees and used his legs to propel his fist even further
inside her. The noises she started to make did not sound human. He wondered what
could be causing the terrible pain she now was experiencing. Then he understood;
he had reached the end of her tunnel, penetrating well over a foot into her. He
was actually at the entrance to her uterus. It gave him a heady moment of
triumph that would remain with him for many long winters as he approached the
end of this phase of his existence.

	Before going through the trouble of taking the teen down from the tree,
Equus decided to check out the stable area. He quickly realized that without
assistance there was no way he could possibly have the girl taken by one of the
stallions. On the way back to where she was hanging, he encountered one of the
camera men who was busily documenting what was happening all about the camp.

	At present he was shooting two men who were fisting a gaunt woman in her
thirties. They had tied her up in a way that allowed them to have access to her
cunt and asshole. They knelt on either side of her, one in her cunt, the other
in her asshole. Equus was amazed that she was able to take this terrible
rearrangement of her internal parts without making the types of screams and
cries that the girl had made. It was then he realized that her mouth was stuffed
with a mass of leaves and other vegetation to quiet her. He inquired if the pair
could assist him in the stable and they agreed once they were done stretching
their candidate to her limits.

	The pair knew a short cut to the stables, which they took. As they
passed one of the crude huts located close to the dog run he happened to glance
into the open wndow. There were the two counselors, Mistress J and E, consoling
each other. They were naked and positioned on their sides, head to crotch. He
glanced away quickly and made a mental note to make sure that these two left
Camp Animus as soon as humanly possible. This kind would not be welcome in the
new order of things, of that he was sure.

	His companions proved to be quite competent when it came to horses and
so he left to retrieve the girl while they made arrangements for a proper sling
and harness arrangement, as well as protection for the teen when she was covered
by the stallion. On his return with the dazed and abused young woman, he
suddenly found himself face to face with Mary. His heart leaped into his throat
when he saw the forboding visage she had adopted. Her aura enveloped him as it
had done once before, but this time his surroundings were cold and smelled of
rotted things.

	 He had erred; it came to him in an instant. The conduit had already
been chosen for them; she swayed by his side, too weak to support herself. There
had been nothing random in this selection, it had been foreordained by the
spirit creature. This one had already been purified! Instead of offering her
shelter he had subjected her to the torments of the damned. He could only
imagine the punishment he would suffer.

	A blinding pain sliced through his skull and he trembled. When it felt
as if his body had been turned inside out he vomited and lost control of his
bladder and bowels. He felt an ocean of creeping things carpeting him as he
gibbered, his mind almost completely given over to the fear that held him in its
terrible grip. Then as quickly as it had happened, it ended. He had survived the
spirit's wrath. He did not know why, he merely accepted its decision to allow
him to live. At this moment his state of being, death or life, had no
significance.

	He was still troubled by questions he could not answer. Why had the
spirit allowed its new vessel to be tormented by him? Why had he been chosen to
do this evil work? Why did he take such pleasure in what he had done? It dawned
on him that he had been erect most of the time he "purified" his youthful
victim. How could this be? Equus would never know the answers to any of these
questions. However this experience confirmed his belief that he was dealing with
a power that was in some respects benign, and that was a comfort to him for the
remaining days of his life.

	By the time Equus had fully recovered his senses Mary was gone along
with the new conduit; her name was Aurora, a name that fit her well. The sect
leader then sensed that he was expected to fulfill another unspoken command from
the source that now possessed him body and soul, if such a thing existed. His
faith in many things had been shaken to the core this day. He made his way
towards the stable; there was a task he had yet to complete.

	The two counselors were no match for the pair of men who were assisting
their leader. Within minutes Mistress J was securely restrained within the
leather sling, her private parts covered with grease to make her equine lover's
entrance easier. It took a few false starts and a sharp nip from the animal's
large teeth to convince J that it was in her best interests to lie there and
enjoy the ride, as much as she could.

	With some expert assistance from the handlers, stallion and counselor
were finally coupled. Outside of feeling as if she had a log embedded in her
pussy, things went fairly well for J until the animal decided to kick it into
overdrive. Fortunately for the screaming teenager this portion of the trip was
done with blinding speed and she experienced the unique sensation of having a
fire hose blast off within her distended cunt.

	Things did not go as well for Mistress E. Her partner decided to take a
chunk out of her shoulder to calm her down. Unfortunately for the girl, her
reaction spooked the animal who began to use his rigid cock like a battering ram
to enter her very small and at this point, slightly moving target. The hapless
girl bore bruises on her thighs and pubic area that did not go away until about
a month after school began. Worse still one mindless thrust actually collided
with her winking brown eye causing tremendous pain and leading to some very
challenging bowel movements over the next week or so.

	However all's well that ends well, and after a number of near misses the
happy couple was united. Within seconds after sinking nearly a foot of hard
horsemeat into her tight twat, her suitor unleashed a flood of semen that
overflowed her stretched, straining cunt and spewed out over her thighs and
streamed down to the stable flooring. It was a moment the poor young woman would
never ever forget, and may have been responsible for her entry into a convent
the next year.

	After a night spent tossing and turning, trying to keep himself from
giving in to the panicky feelings that tried to possess him, Equus awoke to the
first day of his new life. As he toured the camp still slightly shrouded in the
mist that usually possessed this part of the forest during the summer months he
was astounded to discover that all traces of those terrible things that had
occurred yesterday had disappeared. There were no signs of the many fires that
had been burning all about the place yesterday. Every trace of the ropes and
straps that had been used to restrain the women were gone. Nearly sixty souls
had wandered back and forth over a small section of the camp, but there were no
signs in the earth of any human passage.

	 While he was mulling this over in his mind he encountered a group of
women from his flock. He could not believe what he saw. They were whole; there
was no sign that any had endured the hellish ceremony that he had eagerly
participated in. They bid him good morning, their faces serene and unlined. All
appeared to be in their teens or early twenties; how could this be? Then it
truly sank into his mind that an act of faith had been performed on these
grounds, and this was the reward for those who suffered.

	Later in the day Mary appeared and she too was now whole. Her face was
no longer red and raw from the sun, her bare legs were free from all the
scratches, bruises, insect bites and cuts that had been accumulated on her
arduous trek to Camp Animus. He immediately accepted what his eyes told him,
realizing that the body beneath the cloak-like garment she wore was equally free
of all imperfections. It was time for her to take her leave and return to the
other world. She now was the guide and protector for the two chastened
counselors who would accompany her back. They would never speak of what happened
to them at this place.

	While the trio made their way through the forest, much was going on at
Mary's destination. Devices had been constructed, buildings had been modified
and assignments handed out for those who would be involved in her ultimate
adventure. The Summer was not yet over for Mary Katherine Gallagher.


					( To be Continued ) 
 

					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 )     

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures


					Chapter 17




	Father Flogg still could not believe his good fortune. This possessed
creature was placing herself into his hands once more. This time he would not be
so careless when it came to exacting the information he needed in order to drive
the demon from her. He knew that brute force was not the answer. Now he would go
back to the tried and true techniques pioneered by the Inquisition. It all had
fallen into place. God works in many strange ways so it seemed, but the pieces
of the puzzle were now entirely under his control.

	Good fortune for the old priest however did not translate to the same
for others, especially Agnes Watson. That evening Father Morecock broke the news
to her after she had made her daily confession and was being prepared for the
additional penance she would offer up for the forgiveness of today's offenses.
She would now become the surrogate for Mary in the Inquisition program. So great
was her distress at hearing this, she hardly noticed the dozen strokes from the
cane, which left her bouncy bottom neatly coverd with deep blistering welts.

	Meanwhile in another outbuilding Mary Katherine Gallagher was being put
up for the night in the true sense of the word. She was naked and her manacled
hands had been hooked to a thick bolt protruding from the heavy beam reinforcing
the ceiling. Weights had been attached to her chained ankles to add to her
discomfort. During the long night the oppressive force of gravity would slowly
lengthen her arms and legs until by morning the weights would be barely a few
inches above the floor.

	That night there was a lengthy meeting of the camp leadership to
determine the revised schedule for the program. Mary's initial examination would
now occupy the main stage beginning at sunrise. There would be a break in the
action at midmorning for approximately an hour in order for the sinner to
reflect upon her situation before undergoing further testing.

	During this intermission the first part of the tour of the facilities
located in the two adjacent buildings would be held. This would be Agnes
Watson's opportunity to play her new role. She would demonstrate a variety of
techniques used to convince the recalcitrant sinner of the errors of her ways.
The demonstrations had to be carefully sequenced so that she would be physically
capable of lasting though the entire tour which would take over four hours to
complete.

	There was some concern expressed that Mary, based on her previous
behavior, might prove stronger than anticipated and last through the entire day.
This would mean there would be parallel activities going on during late in the
afternoon. To avoid this it was decided that Mary and Agnes would act as
co-demonstrators of the basic Inquisition procedures for the last few hours of
the tour. In the unlikely event that Mary had not yielded to reason, her
examination would be continued the following morning in one of these buildings
until she confessed her allegiance to the demon now possessing her. 

	Most of these new plans were the product of Father Flogg's leadership.
In recognition of this Father Morecock graciously deferred the honor of being
the grand inquisitor to his mentor,  a move that was unanimously approved.

	The next morning it was discovered that Mistress J was gone from the
camp. Her companion had no idea why or when she took her leave. There could be
no doubt that she had returned to Camp Animus, either under duress or by her own
volition. At this time her disappearance was not considered to be of much
significance, so further efforts to get to the bottom of this little mystery
were tabled until the Inquisition program was concluded.

	Every seat was filled by either Church dignitaries invited to view the
program, or eager campers, all anxiously awaiting the appearance of Mary, or
whoever was occupying her body. There were gasps of awe and an ocean of
whispered comments at the entry of this golden child-woman, now in chains and
escorted by Mistress I and her remaining counselors. To many of the young ladies
this could not possibly be their camp mate.

	This one was slim and shapely with pert breasts, a flat stomach, firm
thighs and tapered legs that seemed to melt into the firm rounded cheeks of her
bottom. Her pubes were smooth and devoid of any hair focusing attention onto the
pink ridge of plump flesh that defined her vulva. Her skin was clear and smooth,
her eyes wide, almost luminous. She appeared to glide rather than walk toward
the stage upon which she would be examined, forcing her escorts to nearly run in
an attempt to keep up with this naked, chained beauty.

	Waiting for her on the platform was Father Flogg, now wearing the garb
of the grand inquisitor. As soon as Mary was brought to him he stood and in a
loud voice commanded her to renounce her allegiance to the demon possessing her.
Mary replied that since she was not possessed, it was impossible to do as he
wanted without incriminating herself. Father Flogg smiled inwardly, she was now
his to torment and torture.

	"Prepare her for the search of her person for the possessor's mark."

	This intonement was the signal for Mary to be manacled in a straining X
to the vertical wooden frame that was lifted into position once he had finished
his charge. The first step in the process was to examine the "sinner" to find a
spot on her body that would prove impervious to the long needle that would be
used to probe her flesh. The demon would prevent the needle from drawing blood,
proof that it occupied her body.

	Father Morecock and Sister Stigmata began the lengthy search of Mary's
shapely body, seeking potential sites that would be probed. A slight
imperfection in her armpit attracted their attention. The teen screamed in pain
as four inches of steel penetrated her tender flesh. Her outcry brought gasps
from the audience and a troubled look to Father Flogg's face. This was not the
type of response he expected from her this early in the trial. He could only
think back to her ability to undergo incredible suffering and pain before
finally collapsing into a state of senselessness to protect herself from further
abuse.

	Over the next hour Mary screamed and cried out for mercy as her body was
pierced in dozens of places. The loudest and most heart rending was when the
probe speared her fat clitoris, causing her to faint. She was quickly revived
and her pert breasts were repeatedly skewered, each time drawing drops or
trickles, in some cases, of blood. When the priest and nun simultaneously drove
needles directly into the center of her nipples she once more passed out as
fresh blood coated the steel probes.

	Flogg suggested that her rear entry way might prove to be the demon's
realm due to its secrecy and protection from prying eyes. To make this a more
interactive experience for the campers, two girls were selected from the
audience to assist the searchers. They were given leather gloves and told to
part Mary's cheeks to expose her anus to the light of day. Morecock was the
first to spear this extremely sensitive area, and as the needle plunged deeply
into her, she let out a scream of agony that caused the audience to cringe in
sympathy. The two girls were so agitated by the teen's response that they let go
of her body and stepped away in fear.

	Two more pairs of girls had to be chosen to participate before the
searchers were convinced that this region of Mary's body was free of the demon's
influence. At this point a brief pause in the search phase of her trial was
decreed by the grand inquisitor. Mary hung in her bonds, her body coated in a
sweaty sheen from her struggles to avoid the terrible pain that was being
inflicted on her person. While she rested and attempted to regain control of her
emotions, her captors were speaking in low voices, deciding what approach to
take next.

	They took a new tack, now probing only the skin covering her bones. Now
the needles were encountering bone instead of flesh and being moved in odd
angles as they were deflected from their intended paths. The results were still
the same, blood, blood, blood. They shifted to the super sensitive flesh below
her nails, first probing each finger in turn until the nails were purple with
trapped blood, and then moving down to her toes which received the same
treatment. It reached the point that another member of the audience was selected
for the sole task of holding smelling salts beneath her nose to revive her for
more pain.

	Finally after a whispered consultation with the grand inquisitor, Mary's
tongue was pulled from her mouth by means of pinchers and stabbed repeatedly.
Soon it was peppered with steel needles which completely penetrated the soft
flesh. Father Flogg himself pronounced that there was no evidence of blood in
certain regions. Thus the test had conclusively proven that Mary Katherine
Gallagher was indeed possessed by a demon whose rank in the hierarchy of evil
was yet to be determined. It was now nearly three hours since her ordeal had
begun. A recess was decreed in order that the apparatus that would be used to
convince Mary to renounce her possessor was readied.

	It as now time for Agnes Watson to play her role in the program, a part
she would have gladly given up to Mary. The audience was now given time to pass
through the various exhibits that showed the devices that had been used to
convince heretics to renounce the devil. To make the experience more meaningful,
a small pecentage of those entering the exhibit area were selected to actually
assist those attempting to save the sinners from eternal damnation.
Unfortunately, in all cases the part of the sinner would be played by poor
Agnes.

	To prevent bottle necks from developing there would be a lecture
presented, lasting a few minutes, before Agnes made her appearance. Then the two
or three lucky girls or Church dignitaries would be given a chance to interact
with Agnes once she was affixed to whatever apparatus was being show cased. Once
this was accomplished, the group would move to the next exhibit and there would
be sufficient time for Agnes to be released and transported, if necessary, to
her next showing.

	During her first tour Agnes was whipped with various implements such as
the scourge, tawse and flogger; in most cases while she was doing her best to
avoid being scraped raw by the spikes or nodules covering the apparatus to which
she was mounted.

	The worst, by far, was the dreaded horse, which required her to balance
her private parts on the sharp edge of a triangular mount studded with metal
nodules, reminding many in the audience of a gigantic cheese grater. To make
things more interesting and challenging Agnes was bound and supported by a rope
noosed about her neck, her legs dangling onto the sides of the apparatus. When
the lucky winners began to whip her back or breasts with a nasty length of
unyielding leather, the helpless girl cursed the fates that had brought her to
this position.

	By the time the audience had toured part of the exhibit and taken their
seats once more, Mary was spread-eagled to a heavy frame, her wrists and ankles
manacled to the corners. A heavy iron collar had been locked around her neck and
the collar was secured to the framework by two links of chain. A thick studded
pole ran the width of the frame, and acted as support for Mary's extended body.
A thick rope had been affixed to the pole and looped over the teen's midriff.
There was a wheel at one end of the pole that when operated would cause the
thick rope to be tightened down over Mary's stomach.

	Mary was basically immobile, her head held fast in the collar. One of
the assistants to the grand inquisitor knelt down beside her and unceremoniously
jammed the end of a large funnel down her throat until she gagged. Mary was now
about to experience one of the more fiendish torments that was a mainstay of the
original inquisitors.

	Father Flogg followed the letter of the law in this matter, asking Mary
to renounce the being currently in charge of her soul. She made no sign,
remaining calm with her eyes fixed on the sky above her. The teen's breathing
had not changed since they put her into this cruel apparatus; she appeared to be
prepared for whatever they intended to do to her. She did not have long to wait.

	The man kneeling beside her began to slowly and carefully pour water
from a large flagon into the funnel. He filled it to the brim and then allowed
Mary a few moments to swallow this initial draught. Once again the funnel was
filled to its brim, and Mary swallowed. As time went on he gave the sinner less
and less time to rid the funnel of its contents. Soon he was pouring water more
slowly but constantly.

	The audience became excited when her belly began to round and then swell
from all the water she had been forced to consume. Finally the flagon was empty.
Mary's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, for she had strained to
avoid being choked by the onslaught of liquid. A second flagon was produced and
the process resumed; Mary's stomach was now bloated to near its capacity. She
began to writhe against the steel that kept her immobilized. Her eyes were now
blinking rapidly as she struggled to contain her panic.

	Another assistant began to slowly turn the wheel controlling the pole
beneath her body, making the thick rope begin to cut into her bulging belly.
Mary struggled against this new torment but failed to prevent the awful force
that was crushing her stomach and lungs. Suddenly the funnel flew from her mouth
and was instantly replaced by a fountain of water that erupted from her throat.

	Mary's face grew pale as it was nearly impossible for her to draw breath
as long as this torrent of water was blocking access to her lungs. The two men
kneeling beside her were splashed by the warm water issuing from her roiling
stomach. This unmeant slight to their good offices would eliminate any thought
of mercy or charity on their part. The heretic must be made to confess her sins,
no matter what the cost to her well being. The moment she ceased vomiting water
from her mouth, the funnel was jammed back into place and another draught was
poured.

	When she was questioned a second time, Mary summoned up enough strength
to declare that she was not renouncing what was not there. This cheeky reply was
rewarded with two back to back draughts that made her appear to be pregnant and
at least a month overdue.

	Once again the rope was winched deep into her swollen stomach resulting
in another awesome fountain spewing water many feet into the air. The young
ladies of the camp tittered when Mary began to relieve her swollen bladder. Her
piss arced into the air and splashed down just short of the first row of
dignitaries, many of whom scattered in surprise and dismay at the prospect of
being pissed on by this devil in human form. One of the assistants placed a
cloth over the teen's genitals to staunch the powerful flow somewhat.

	A new tactic was introduced that also increased the interaction between
the campers and the heretic. Girls were chosen at random to each take a turn
pouring a large cup of water into the funnel. Some poured it slowly, others
rapidly, some paused every so often, others did all of the above. It was
impossible for Mary to control her swallowing under such conditions and she
began to choke, making things get even worse. The audience sat forward on their
seats watching the teen's face turn to an angry red and then gradually fade to a
pale blue as her lungs began to fill with water.

	The wheel turned again, this time more quickly as Mary appeared to be
struggling for her very life. She recovered quite slowly this time, and the
grand inquisitor allowed her more time to regain her composure. He nodded his
head and water began to once more fill the funnel as he leaned forward and said
to her, "I have all the time that it will take to make you see the wisdom of
confessing your sins and begging for forgiveness and mercy. The first plea I
might entertain, you will never know the latter."

	 The fact that at this moment Mary's bladder once more emptied its
contents into the air made it appear that she was deriding the efforts of the
grand inquisitor to make her see the light. It would not go well for her the
rest of this first day under examination. Father Flogg declared a recess to
allow the campers to have lunch and take another part of the tour through the
exhibition housed beside the platform.

	Mary received no such consideration. Instead she was securely gagged and
left to roast in the heat of the day, her naked body slowly yielding to the
cruel rays of the sun. Her golden skin began to take on a mottled coloration.

	Poor Agnes was once more reduced to acting like a crash test dummy for
the admiring throng of campers and invited Church dignitaries. All the talk
however was about what had transpired on the stage this morning. The redhead
dutifully allowed herself to be placed on the crude rack so she could be
stretched by not only those chosen by lot, but also many of the other invited
guests who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the cries and yelps they forced from her.

	The demonstration of the strappado was truncated substantially for fear
that she would be seriously harmed. Instead of having her hands tied tightly
behind her back and then attached to the hanging rope, she was bound with her
hands in front of her body. In this way the amount of stress on her shoulders
was tremendously reduced when her fall was abruptly terminated. Another
component of this torture, namely the distance through which the sinner fell
before being stopped by the rope, was also reduced by nearly half. Despite this,
Agnes' shoulders ached so badly that she was kept awake nearly half the night.

	The sun was well past its zenith when the grand inquisitor once more
asked Mary the question, and again was answered by her silence. A variation of
the water cure was now employed. Rubber shims were jammed into the sinner's
mouth to keep it propped open. A long cloth was then placed across her gaping
entry way and water was very slowly poured into the cloth which captured enough
to make it begin to enter her. It was slow going, but gradually more and more of
the cloth began to disappear into her mouth and start its journey down her
throat. This had the effect of gradually depriving Mary of air.

	Her eyes began to bulge from the strain of trying to gain enough air to
take an occasional breath. More and more water was poured into the cloth and
Mary's face took on a bluish tint as her body trembled. The assistant looked up
to Father Flogg for guidance and received a short nod for him to continue. Mary
fell into a swoon and began to swallow more and more of the water saturated
cloth, now completely depriving her of precious air. Finally the old priest
nodded for the man to remove the cloth from the teen's throat and allow her to
breath once more.

	It took smelling salts to bring Mary back to consciousness. Then the
process was repeated as the audience shifted nervously in their seats, watching
the unequal struggle that once more resulted in the teen strangling as her
airway was totally blocked by the cloth. This time she was revived with a great
deal of difficulty and so the grand inquisitor determined that she would be
exposed to a new challenge. It was most appropriate that fire, the opposite of
water would now be used on the servant of the Evil One.

	Since it would require some time to remove the heavy structure from the
stage and erect the frame that would hold Mary while she was questioned anew,
Father Flogg declared a recess. Once more Agnes Watson, still a solo act, was
called upon to demonstrate the capabilities of some of the more direct methods
of convincing heretics to recant.

	The poor girl was hung from various crosses and stands as well as
suspended and weighted using a system of pulleys and what appeared to be
trapezes. Each was designed for one purpose only, to present various portions of
the sinner's anatomy to the heated irons, baskets of glowing coals and cauldrons
of flame that would be situated beneath or before her straining body. This part
of the tour dovetailed neatly with what was about to occur on the main stage.

	Mary was now stretched to a vertical, rectangular frame allowing easy
access to all of her body. Despite the terrible torments to which she had been
subjected, the teen appeared none the worse for wear. The lengthy recess had
given her time to regroup and she resolved that she would yet triumph over the
evil priest and his cohorts. The grand inquisitor intoned the question as he had
done so many times before and Mary still stubbornly refused to give him the
slightest satisfaction with her silence.

	What was done next lacked any degree of subtlety. A flaming torch was
pulled from the stand that held a mass of glowing coals as well as numerous
irons and a set of pinchers designed to tear the flesh from the hapless victim.
The torch was passed across Mary's face as she recoiled from the heat. It left
her eyebrows singed and a bright rash on those parts of her face it had briefly
touched. Flogg once more asked the question and received no answer. The next
pass went across her pert breasts, slowing slightly to allow the flame to kiss
her nipples, as she cried out in pain and fear.

	The assistant now changed his tactics, poking the fiery brand into her
body wth quick short jabs, leaving a trail of small blisters in his wake. Mary
cried out again and again as the brand moved down to her stomach and then her
thighs. She cringed in terror as he paused to refresh the torch, reaching out to
rub her genitals that were so lewdly displayed by the way in which she was tied.
Once more she was questioned and no response was forthcoming. Flogg nodded his
head and the torch was once more passed, not poked, up and down the length of
her pink fleshed slit. This time she gave a full throated scream as her private
parts gave up their moisture to the power of the flame.

	There was total silence, as if no one in the crowd dared breathe for
fear of causing some terrible catastrophe. The only sounds came from the hissing
torch and Mary's short intakes of air as she struggled to avoid giving into this
terrible fear that was building within her. Now the torturer was behind the teen
and he played the torch across her shoulder blades as she whimpered, then he
moved down her back in a zig-zag fashion, pausing ever so slightly in random
places to give Mary a better taste of the pain that he could provide.

	Mary wrenched furiously against her bonds when he played the torch just
beneath her rounded bottom, letting the flame lick at her tender flesh as she
screamed herself hoarse. Once more it was audience participation time; two young
ladies were chosen to spread Mary's buttocks wide apart to allow her torturer to
play the torch over her winking brown eye. This time her screams rose higher and
higher, the tone wavering as the pain rippled across that tender spot. Suddenly
the tormented teen shuddered and passed out.

	It seemed as if everyone in the audience now took a deep breath and
began to excitedly discuss what they had just witnessed. It took some moments
for the girl to be revived, and a few more for the assembled campers and
dignitaries to settle themselves back down. A new torment involving fire now
took center stage.

	A large bowl of a yellowish substance was brought to the torturer. He
took a small scoop, collected some of the powder and then very carefully
sprinkled it down the sides of her naked body, beginning at her armpits and
letting the powder coat her ribcage as well. He donned a heavy glove and quickly
reached into the stand, withdrawing one of the glowing irons, which he touched
to her rib cage.

	Immediately the entire area coated with the mysterious powder seemed to
explode as Mary made eerie sounds that could not be described. As quickly as the
substance burned, it extinguished itself, leaving a patch of reddened skin where
it had been, as well as an angry blister where the iron had bit into her flesh.
Another touch to her other side created the same brief coating of fire, more
screams and the vague hint of cooked flesh. Mary began to whimper as a new
coating of yellow was applied to the insides of her thighs. She pleaded, even
begged to be spared from this devilish torment, but once again a glowing iron
was pressed into her flesh, not once, but twice as her tender thighs were
roasted.

	The audience was almost in a frenzy as Mary seemed to be ready to
capitulate, her spirit on the verge of being broken. The grand inquisitor sensed
impending victory over this stubborn creature. More powder was applied to her
breasts, a second layer added to what had already adhered to her sweating skin.
The glowing iron ignited one of her breasts and Mary keened as if in the throes
of her death agonies. This time the fire burned deeper, eating away at the
tender flesh beneath her skin. Her head sank to her chest briefly then jerked up
as the other pert mound burst into flame. Voices from the crowd began to scream
and curse, " Die creature of the darkness...., Die bitch......, Burn, burn,
burn....." It was as if a pack of ravening wolves had joined in for the kill.

	The torturer was in total command of his victim. "Once more or perhaps
twice, and this evil servant of the Dark One will be confessing to the skies."
He thought. Rather than possibly being deprived of the piece de resistance if
she broke immediately, he decided to burn her vulva, that tempting, pouting mass
of pink flesh that seemed even to have power over himself if he dwelt too long
on its presence.

	Mary gibbered madly as he rubbed first one layer, then another and
finally a thick third coating of this terrible substance to every part of her
pubes. This time he held the length of the incandescent rod to the lips of her
sex and bellowed like some wild animal, exalting in his power over the strange
creature that now writhed in pain before him. Mary's body twisted and turned and
incomprehensible noises came from her lips as her secret place sizzled and
burned, leaving her mound a mass of raw blistered flesh from which rose a stench
that sickened those who encountered it.  

	Father Flogg may have been the only person there who was not screaming
with joy over this supposed victory over Mary, or whatever was controlling her.
Through it all he had yet to hear her yield to his dominion. A second even more
troubling thought began to intrude. Why had her master deserted her? Worse
still, when had this occurred? Had the evil being merely secreted itself within
one of the members of the audience?

	He was so deep in thought that it took him some time before becoming
aware that the torturer and the audience were looking toward him, expecting to
hear his question once more asked, and believing that this time she would
provide the answer they sought. It was not to be. A cold fury froze all feelings
in him. He glanced at the man tormenting the teen and gave the grim sign for her
questioning to continue.

	There was a murmur of disbelief that crackled through the audience.
Flogg thought to himself that these people were not very familiar with the
hisory of the Inquisition. It was common knowledge that many heretics required
days of almost constant torture before they finally yielded themselves up. This
young woman was just another example of the power of evil. It would take much
more before she bowed down to the holy Church which he represented.		

	Mary became hysterical when the man began to pour a steady stream of the
yellow powder down the cleft between her buttocks. It was the very same material
supposed to announce the presence of the devil, sulfur, common to many parts of
the world, and traditionally used to make the sinner see the folly of resisting
the power of the Church back in the days when it ruled the continent.

	This time he did the job himself, using one hand to pry apart her
cheeks, revealing her anal entrance. His other hand drove the freshly heated
iron directly into that wrinkled brown eye. Mary howled and foamed at the mouth,
then lapsed into a deep trance from which she could not be roused.



					( To be continued )      

				Mary's Summer Camp Adventures


	This marks the final installment of a story that I began nearly ten
months ago. It was originally inspired by a very short story I once read. How
that seed produced this twisting and turning tale is another example of the
power and mystery of the creative process. I cannot begin to describe the
feeling that overwhelmed me as I typed the last paragraph, moving at something
approaching warp speed and having a great deal of difficulty drawing breath.
This is one of those moments that make writing such a joy and a privilege.
Enough said on that matter.

	This story received two widely diverging reviews at its inception. I
frankly didn't agree with either for different reasons. During the entire nine
months and a few weeks after, it received two, count them, two additional
reviews. They say that writing is sometimes a very lonely profession or in my
case, hobby. The only thing that kept me going on this effort was my need to
finish what I had started, and do it in some logical way if such a thing as
logic can be presumed for an effort that turned into a ghost story before my
very eyes. It is spooky what happens when one is preoccupied by a puzzle that
seems to have no ending.

	It would have been helpful if a few of the intelligentsia that spend
their time pontificating on the various forums had taken the required few
minutes to let me know if they liked or hated my story. The silence was
deafening and once more supports my stated view that the review process on this
site means very little, it is the hits that count.
	


					Chapter 18


	A great deal was going on while Mary remained in her pain-induced coma.
Mistress J who had left to seek help from those in Camp Animus had become lost
in the forest. What would normally have taken her less than a half-day had
turned into a day of walking aimlessly and finally being found by members of the
very camp she was seeking. By the time she had a chance to talk to Equus and his
mysterious companion, Aurora, night was upon them.

	There were some very serious discussions going on among the movers and
shakers of Camp St. Sebastian as well. As long as Mary remained unconscious, not
reponding to smelling salts or other methods of reviving her, Father Flogg was
frustrated in his cause. The old priest had at last faced up to the fact that
Mary must not only publically confess her allegiance to the Dark One, she must
be purified in the flames that would consume the stake to which she must be
bound. This was the crux of the discussions, that also included some of the more
influential church dignitaries that still remained at the camp.

	 It was agreed that nothing was out of bounds as far as forcing Mary to
see the wisdom of confessing and asking for god's mercy. Everything possible was
to be done to break her free of the trance that obviously was the work of her
possessor who may be lurking somewhere in the camp. The moment she was conscious
she would be taken to the special chamber now being set up to finish her
interrogation. This would be a private trial open only to a select group of
participants and witnesses.

	Although Mary was in a deep sleep, part of her mind was quite active.
She was struggling to understand why she must submit herself to this terrible
trial. It was not of her own making, there was an outside force controlling her
in this matter. She began to suffer from doubt, perhaps she was possessed by
some evil spirit. Why should she trust Equus and his new companion despite the
evidence that the serene young girl had enormous power? They had returned her to
St. Sebastian for a purpose, but what was it? Was Mary just a pawn in a battle
between two forces much mightier than mere humans? She had no answers, just fear
of what the future would have in store for her once she regained consciousness.

	At almost the same exact moment as Equus, Aurora and a few members of
the sect began making their way towards Camp St. Sebastian, Mary opened her eyes
and returned to the land of the living. Father Flogg was notified minutes
afterwards. Mary was quickly taken to the torture chamber where she would remain
until she either confessed or died.

	The teen blanched at the array of fiendish devices and apparatus that
waited to turn her body into a beaten, battered, blistered hunk of twitching
flesh. There were seven people huddled together in quiet discussion; Mary knew
that she was the subject of their conversation. Of the seven she knew five; the
other two were strangers to her. She surmised correctly that they were people
who watched her ordeal from the audience that had surrounded the stage.

	Mistress I came toward her and with one hand tore the rough covering
from her. Mary stood there naked, her body covered with the evidence of what she
had already been through. One of the stangers pointed and said, "Put the bitch
on the horse and let's get started on her."

	Father Morecock assisted Mistress I in raising the girl and placing her
on the coarse wooden triangle that was the horse. Mary offered no resistance as
her captors placed manacles around her wrists and ankles. Soon she was
straddling the horse with her tender vulva being neatly split by its sharp edge.
Her legs were now stretched tight by weights that had been attached to her
manacled ankles, forcing her body to sink further down onto the splintery
material. Her arms were pulled up over her head by the chain to which her
manacled hands was attached.

	Mary moaned in fear as another figure detached itself from the group; it
was the torturer who assisted Father Flogg in her interrogation on that horrible
stage. He was carrying a vicious implement composed of many strips of leather
and in his other hand a bucket. It sloshed when he put it down a few feet from
Mary, naked and oh so vulnerable, who was beginning to appreciate the fiendish
nature of this "horse" upon which she rode. Then she spied Mistress I wheeling a
brazier filled with glowing coals toward where she sat. There were a number of
irons and a set of pinchers almost the same color as the coals surrounding them.
Mary shuddered as she realized their intent.

	The girl was still focused on the brazier so she didn't notice that the
heavy set torturer had unfurled the whip. She heard the whooshing sound a moment
before her back seemed to burst into flame. The blow took her breath away; this
was followed by shattering pain caused mostly by the metal parts that were
attached to each strand of the whip. Once the shock wore off she was aware that
she was bleeding from numerous places in the area that had been struck. She
looked over her shoulder and saw him placing the whip into the bucket. She
looked away and tried to overcome the fear that was crawling throughout her
trembling body. Again there was that terrible sound and this time the pain was
worse and lasted much longer. Now the brine soaked strands of the whip were even
more effective at causing tremendous pain in her bleeding back.

	The teenager now faced a new horror. Mistress I was approaching her with
a glowing metal poker held in her gloved hand. She made a feint toward Mary's
breast and she recoiled, bringing new pain from the abrasion of her sore crotch
by the cruel edge of the triangle upon which she sat. Then Mistress I jabbed the
poker into Mary's exposed armpit. For a second there was no feeling as the brand
ate away the first layer of tender flesh, then the tidal wave of pain
accompanied by the sickening smell of her charring flesh arrived to tear her
mind and body apart anew. There was a feral look on the face of the girl as she
watched Mary suffering the torments of the damned.

	Now it was the torturer's turn once more and this time he faced her, his
face impassive. Mary watched in disbelief as the multistranded whip arced toward
her, then covered her breasts in a coating of sheer agony, tearing away at the
sensitive mounds and creating trails of blood that trickled down the curves of
her flesh as she shreiked to the heavens, her mind beginning to crack from the
terrible pain that infiltrated every corner of her body. The second strike
finished her off; Mary made a wavering eerie squeal that abruptly ceased when
she passed out, her body slumping over the horse, blood from her wounded crotch
dripping onto the floor.

	The torturer splashed the contents of the bucket over the girl's body
and the brine ate away at her wounds, rousing her so that she could absorb new
pain. A second stroke of the whip to her breasts produced another wavering wail
of agony, but Mary remained awake. Once more it was Mistress I's turn.

	This time she raised Mary's left breast by the nipple, exposing its
tender underside, quickly slid the heated iron against the girl's chest wall and
let the breast fall. The stench was horrible as Mary's breast meat began to be
cooked by that hot iron lodged between it and her chest. Mary's body shivered
and thrashed mindlessly against her bonds. So great was the pain that her body
acted as if it were a tuning fork, spasming and shaking as she wailed and
screamed until her voice finally cracked. The smell had gotten so strong that
the torturer finally had to pull the iron from Mary's roasting flesh, taking a
quantity of seared skin and flesh with it as it  dislodged. There was no way
that the tortured teen could be revived to suffer more.

	Father Flogg nearly had apoplexy, a vein in his head bulging as he raved
that Mistress I was in league with the very demon that they were fighting
against. Why else had she deliberately sent Mary away once again into that deep
trance which had already proven invulnerable to their efforts to revive her. He
pointed a shaking finger at the cowering teen and ordered the torturer to
replace Mary with "this companion of the demon".

	The babbling counselor struggled fruitlessly against his strength and
soon found herself naked and secured to another of the many instruments of
torture that occupied the chamber. In the meantime Mary had been taken from the
horse and now lay on a pallet of straw, eyes closed, face dead white, lips
bluish, her naked, mutilated body coated with a sheen of sweat.

	The tall, buxom blonde was tied to the ladder, a simple construction at
first glance, but one capable of providing an incredible number of options for
the torturer to use on the poor wretch occupying this apparatus. The teen was
naked, her wrists bound to a rung well above her head. Her ankles were roped to
the sides of the ladder, opening her genitals to the not so tender mercies of
her inquisitors. Once her genitals had been tortured to the satisfaction of the
overseerer, Father Flogg, then her ankles could be roped to a winch arrangement
located at the base of the ladder, allowing her body to be racked.

	Father Flogg licked his lips at the sight of Ilsa's shaven mons,
revealng her thin lipped cunt with its fat clitoris peeking from its hood. The
good priest also noticed the dark birthmark decorating the inside  of her thigh.
To him it looked like a pair of horns, the mark of Satan himself. He approached
the naked blonde and poked at her birthmark as he said, " The mark of the Dark
One, prepare to examine this heretic."

	It was Sister Stigmata who skewered the dark blotch on Ilsa's thigh,
bringing a sharp gasp from the girl, but no blood was observed. The priest
stepped closer and pinched the blonde's nipple, driving his rough nails into the
yielding flesh. "Test this one again; she seems to be possessed, let us be
certain."he said as the girl writhed in pain.

	This time the needle that probed her flesh had been heated until it
glowed orange. Unfortunately for poor Ilsa the hot needle immediately cauterized
the flesh as it penetrated, thus preventing any blood from issuing from the
wound. She was now clearly doomed to live in agony until she offered up her body
to the priest or whoever wanted it in exchange for freeing her from the ultimate
punishment. It seemed that Father Flogg would be the winnner no matter what
transpired here this day.

	Ilsa's buttocks were rubbed with oil and then the ladder was lowered so
that she was stretched out at roughly a forty-five degree angle, allowing almost
total access to her front side. A large brazier of flaming coals was installed
below her exposed bottom, and the teen immediately felt the first touches of
heat. It would be some time before the oil covering her rounded cheeks began to
sizzle and start the cooking process.

	In the interim Sister Stigmata began to plunge needles into the helpless
girl's big breasts. The torturer concentrated on Ilsa's plump pubic mound,
whipping it into a bloody froth with a scourge of metal tipped strands, while
the nun turned the teen's udders into a pair of pin cushions. All that time the
glowing bed of coals beneath her became more and more of a source of pain as her
skin began to blister and then crack.

	When the bellows were used to feed the flames, she started to scream as
her buttocks felt as if they were on fire. Sister Stigmata burned the
counselor's armpits with a glowing metal rod that had been heating in a smaller
brazier. Ilsa thrashed against her bonds, her head snapping from side to side as
her body was overwhelmed with pain. The assistant laid a blazing length of metal
down into that trench between her thin lips creating a burst of steam as her
cunt juices were vaporized in the instant before her flesh began to char. The
girl bellowed like a wounded animal and then fainted dead away.

	Ilsa awoke screaming from the horrible pain that radiated from her big
toe. The torturer had just hammered a beveled strip of metal under the nail,
causing it to pop from the girl's toe. While she was unconscious they had retied
her ankles to allow the winch to be brought into play. The man had taken
advantage of this to begin crippling her feet.

	Ilsa began to curse and sob as she looked down to see the man preparing
to hammer another metal shim under the nail of her other big toe. Her plea for
mercy was cut off and immediately replaced by a hoarse shreik of agony as she
once more experienced the excruciating agony of losing another toe nail. Again
the bellows were used to stir the coals into flames, the intense heat now
turning her raw blistered cheeks into loaves of cooked meat. Ilsa began to beat
her head against the suporting rung, so great was her pain and distress. Father
Flogg took this moment to seal her fate.

	He had them move the brazier now cooking her bottom, back for a time so
that she could be questioned. "Do you confess to being possessed by the Dark
One? Answer now or the trial will begin anew." the priest asked, knowing full
well she was being given Hobson's choice; there could be but one answer to his
question.

	"I confess and beg for mercy and forgiveness. Please help me to save my
soul, I am lost otherwise." Ilsa said with the last of her strength.

	Flogg decided to seal her fate, so he waited while the winch was given a
few turns and her body was now taut as a violin string. Then he gave her his
answer, condemning her to a life of servitude in exchange for freedom from this
terrible pain that was moving her toward madness.

	"I can offer you mercy and some modicum of forgiveness, but you have a
long path to traverse before the holy spirit that once dwelt in you returns. Do
you accept the offer of the holy church? Answer now or your trial will continue
to its ultimate conclusion."

	Ilsa accepted immediately and burst into tears as she realized what kind
of future she would have under his iron rule of discipline. Father Flogg had
already begun to plan for the addition of this tall, buxom blonde to his
personal inner circle. He was sure that Father Morecock and Sister Stigmata
would be thrilled to have the opportunity of using this young woman for the
church's and their own purposes. He had often thought that Ilsa had the
capability of satisfying both sexes when it came to matters of the flesh. As for
his own needs, they were still with him, a gift from his master in heaven.

	If memory served him correct, she had just reached her majority which
meant there were no nasty legal obstacles to overcome if he chose to employ her
as his personal assistant for a modest stipend that obviously she would turn
over to the church in appreciation for all the good things he had done for her.
As for her current rather debilitated physical condition, it too would pass
within a few months. In fact the scars would act as a constant reminder to her
of how close she came to losing her immortal soul.

 	His reveries were abruptly ended by the sound of the door to the chamber
being opened. The door that he had personally locked before Mary's trial had
been continued. He could not believe his eyes when the two figures entered.
Everyone in the chamber had drawn back at their entrance. He could not be
completely sure, but the man may have been his old friend Father Fangcutter, now
come to pay him a visit. The young girl in white was a total stranger to him. He
raised his hand in greeting and prepared to challenge their intrusion into a
sacred church rite.

	The confrontation was brief and quite one-sided. There was a flash that
lit up the dark room as if it were day. The good priest, his inner circle and
the others who had participated one way or another in this terrible deed
disappeared. Where they had gone was not a subject that was ever discussed,
since the only potential witness to this remarkable event had already fainted
dead away immediately upon their entry into the room. Her mind would never be
the same, and no one would ever take seriously her description of what took
place during that summer at Camp St. Sebastian.

	Moments later Mary Katherine Gallagher awoke from a troubled sleep and
wondered how she had come to be in this strange dark chamber of horrors. She
rose and frowned at the sight of the badly injured Mistress I, slumped against
the bonds that held her to the ladder. It took but a few minutes to free the
injured girl and bring her around. As soon as her eyes opened she gasped and
began to sob as if she had just seen a ghost. "Now how could that be?", thought
Mary, looking down at her pale, pudgy body still not yet done molding itself
into a woman's shape, but there was always next summer.


				 	THE END

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