Chapter 9

Reverend Urban paced impatiently, his prick half rigid, swaying with each step he took while he cracked his knuckles and peered at the barbecue pit. The smell of burning coals filled every corner of the small room. Anne's nostrils were filled with it, her thoughts about what he was going to do with her. She rested her foot atop the wooden pyramid, taking some of the weight off her arms and shoulders while bringing back some life to her fingers. It was when

Bob pushed the poker into the red-hot coals that Anne cringed.

"I suppose you think we have a little cult here. Some of the other women do. But it's just a few of us. It's good having someone at the top like Elder Dennis to hide what we do. You've met the Barringtons."

Anne gasped.

"Yes, Elder Dennis told me everything, and I believe they know about you and him as well. It's a small town, and probably more feisty than a city like L.A. is. At least," he said, examining the red-hot poker, "in this respect."

Anne trembled with fear and excitement, drops of perspiration oozing down her tits while her free leg kicked free of the pyramid. She shook her head, her jaws tightening on the gagging ball. Sweat burned into her eyes as she watched him pull the poker from the coals, hefting it in the air. The tip was nearly red.

Anne screamed through the gag, nearly choking on the spit that had gathered in the back of her throat. He was going to brand her with it!

Anne kicked her leg out, jerking wildly on the ropes, feeling her tendons stretching to the tearing point. She could see her actions were amusing Reverend Urban.

His prick stood straight up, the head of his cock becoming dark purple while more pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. Watching her this way, bound and helpless, her leg kicking out while the ropes cut into her flesh, turned him on. And now he stood spread-legged in front of her, his fingers curled around the black leather-wrapped rod. He was savoring this moment, watching her terror mount while the heat from the poker filled the room.

Reverend Urban moved forward now, raising the poker until the glowing rod was at eye-level.

Anne gagged, her throat tightening. She could feel the heat nearly burning her face, drying out her eyes until they hurt.

He smiled, hefting the poker around in front of her eyes while toying with his prick and balls.

Anne couldn't take her eyes off the terrible weapon, fearing that if she did, he would drop the tip against her face.

"Uhhhfhhfhfffff!"

Bob pushed the poker close to her face, while she moved her head back as far as it would go.

Anne prayed, hoping she would pass out the moment the thing touched her face.

Reverend Urban lowered the poker slowly, stopping at her nipples.

She could feel her nipples stretching out, the nubs growing thick and tumid, her areolas wrinkling while more juice oozed from her cunt, wetting down her clit, and finally her thighs. She could feel the heat of the poker burning her skin, the fine hairs being singed.

Reverend Urban quickly dropped the tip of the poker against her right nipple, then moved it to her left before taking it away.

Anne shrieked, her jaw slackening while scream after shrill scream shot past the gagging rubber ball. She thought he had burned off her tits! Her body bounced and jerked violently against the restraining ropes, her hair splashing over her whitened face.

Anne felt something pop in her right shoulder while her leg kicked out.

Her body was still trembling violently, piss having squirted from her cunt-hole and stained her thighs.

Reverend Urban turned on his heels and walked back to the barbecue. Quickly he shoved the poker back in, pushing it through the coals to heat it while the hapless Anne looked on.

She blinked away the tears, daring to look down at the small burn marks on her nipples. Before she had a chance to assess the damage, Reverend Urban was back in front of her, holding the poker in his right hand and bringing it back to her body.

Anne felt the burning sensation move inch by agonizing inch down her belly. Her muscles knotted in tension while her cunt bunched up in excitement, juice being squeezed from the depths of her hole.

Anne let out a cry, twisting her head from side to side as she peered up at the ceiling and silently asked God for forgiveness and release.

Anne screamed again. She could smell the acrid aroma of her pussy hair burning.

She watched as Reverend Urban brought the poker down to her cunt, the glowing tip singeing the fine blonde hairs.

"Uhfhhfhhfff!" Anne shrieked, her voice shrilling higher and higher as the heat curled into her cunt like a scratching fist!

She came and came, her clit erecting, filling up with blood, then bursting again as the terror and agony combined with pleasure.

Reverend Urban's hand trembled with excitement.

"You slut! Goddamned slut, worse than anything I've ever read about. No wonder Elder Dennis had his way with you!"

"Yaghghhghghghghg!"

Reverend Urban brought the poker closer to her cunt.

Anne went wild with fear and excitement, knowing he was going to burn her pussy. The thought made her cum again.

"No, not yet," he sighed.

He brought the poker around to her right thigh, dropping the rod against her flesh. At first Anne felt nothing but the pressure. Then an icy sensation was quickly followed by a savage burning.

Anne bit down savagely on the gagging ball, screaming wildly while she bounced and jerked against the ropes. Filling her nostrils was the stench of burning flesh. He was branding her, burning her skin while watching her writhe in agony!

Anne gasped as he finally pulled the poker away and examined her branded flesh.

Anne sagged in the ropes. She had been saturated with sensation.

Bob tossed the poker to the floor, moving to the winch. He lowered her until her toes touched the floor, locking the device once more before walking back to her. He cupped her chin in his right hand, peering at her tear-blinded eyes.

"Marked on the flesh as you're surely marked in your soul," he whispered.

Anne shivered, feeling as if she had been condemned to hell.

Anne felt him moving around behind her, caressing her naked buttocks, running his thumbs along the full rich underswells of her ass-cheeks.

In a moment she could feel something very hot and stiff pressing against her sweaty asscrack. God, he was going to fuck her in the ass!

His jagged fingernails dug into her thighs, tearing at her flesh while the burning brand made her injured flesh swell.

Anne sobbed. "Uhhhhhhh!"

Anne bit down on the gag-ball, feeling his prick chugging through her ass.

It was happening all over-the terrible degradation, the horrible pain, the hellish delight!

Reverend Urban drove his prick into her ass. He paused, then shoved in deeper.

Anne screamed, her cunt going into spasms of delight and need. The big man was holding her, drawing his fingers around her cunt and stretcling her cunt lips, then moving up, tweaking at her clit.

Anne screamed again, flashes of incredible, hellish delight soaring through her body and soul.

"Uh! Uhhh! Uh!"

He was fucking her regularly now, her ass well-oiled from the wine.

Anne felt the chilly heat flashing through her assguts as Reverend Urban panted behind her. He was fingering her clit regularly now, while his prick filled her ass. The heat was corkscrewing in her butt, making her pant.

His prick seemed to grow, splitting her ass in two, making her ass clench while her cunt oozed lava-like heat. She was going to cum with that prick up her ass!

Her body seemed to come apart, her arms and legs sliced from her torso'by the ropes while her ass blew in two from the force of his cumming prick.

Reverend Urban cried out.

In a moment, Anne shrieked and fell unconscious, knocked into a faint by the power of her own climax. The last thing she remembered was the wet spurts from Bob's fucking prick.