Chapter 4
Anne looked around, directing her eyes up once more at the long bar that kept her arms spread widely apart high over her head. Her wrists were strapped tight to that horizontal pole, black leather straps cutting cruelly into her wrists. Her muscles were pulled tautly, while her toes barely touched the floor.
The room was very large, its floor-to-ceiling windows permanently closed. Four light bulbs, screwed into the high ceiling, provided little illumination. In the floor there were ringbolts, each holding a short chain.
Elder Dennis now slipped her feet into the anklet chains, buckling them tightly.
"Now, then, we have you in place. The Devil cannot escape me," Elder Dennis said breathlessly, rubbing his sweaty palms together as he retreated to the far wall.
Anne watched him, perspiration dotting her forehead and running down her sides. She was terrified. There was nothing she could do to stop this madman from hurting her. The room was soundproofed. There were frightening-looking things hanging from hooks. She was stretched from floor to ceiling, her muscles pulled taut by the restraints.
"Oh!" she gasped.
Elder Dennis turned the handle on a winch, making the bar above Anne's head slowly rise.
Her arms were drawn up more tightly. The pulling sensation increased in her legs and ankles.
Elder Dennis watched her, his smile becoming broader as he turned the winch with a grunting effort.
Anne jerked her head up, her gaze fastened on the leather restraints cutting into her wrists. She thought she felt something popping in her shoulders as the tension increased. She gasped, closing her eyes as she hung there in the form of a broad X. The tension ripped at her arm and leg muscles.
She was hanging there stretched and taut, her head slowly turning from left to right as she searched for some way to ease the pulling sensation.
Elder Dennis stopped, locking the winch in place before sauntering up to her. He ran his fingers up and down her strained flesh.
She gasped, closing her eyes and trying to wish him away as she felt his fingers pinch her nipples. It wasn't from the cold that her tit tips were so long and thick. It was excitement-crude, animal excitement that made her feel this aroused. This foul animal was doing it to her, making her lust for more while she hung there helplessly.
"Did they touch you there, child?"
"Yes, yes, everywhere!" Anne gasped, her eyes searching his fat, paunchy face for some flicker of compassion.
"Then we must drive out the devil from everywhere, mustn't we?"
He was hefting her tits now, his eyes blazing with arousal. She could feel the juice bubbling from her cuntal crack and frothing over her pussy-hairs. He fastened his lips to one nipple and mouthed it with greedy, sucking sounds.
Suddenly she screamed.
He had bitten into her tit. She felt his teeth digging into the soft tender flesh, tearing at it as if he would rip it from her body. The sharp lancing pain filled her body, making her shriek.
"Ah, that's good. Scream to your heart's content. No one can hear you. Besides, the more you scream, the more Satan will think twice about keeping company with you."
"Liar! Liar!"
Anne received a backhanded blow, but she could hardly feel a thing now.
Her vision was blurred with pain as he bit down on her other nipple, pushing one hand deep into her pussy and twisting it about until she could feel his jagged fingernails scraping her cunt-walls.
Now he knew how hot she was. Juice spurted from her hole, wetting down his probing fingers as his teeth left awful blue marks around her nipples.
"Yes, yes, there's much work to do here, much work," he whispered, pulling his fingers from her hot fuck-hole and licking them lovingly while keeping his eyes on her.
Elder Dennis put one hand thoughtfully to his chin, looking about, searching for just the right instrument. He found it, taking a black cat-o'-nine-tails from the hook upon which it rested.
Anne felt her heart sinking as she watched him caress the leather lovingly. There was something that made her want to vomit as she watched him walk back to her. He was fondling the leather strips, his palms stopping at the knotted ends while his eyes took in her stretched, naked body.
"Perhaps, the more severe we are now, the less time we'll need for ... for driving out Satan."
Anne whimpered, tugging at the leather straps that were cutting cruelly into her wrists. She tried to calm herself, steadying her breathing while she looked at him. She closed her eyes again, wishing she could kick him, destroy him the way he was going to destroy her. "Uh!"
He punched her again, his fist landing in her belly and knocking the wind from her.
She gagged, the dull pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. She grunted, panic reddening her face.
"So, you admit to inviting Satan into your body, sister?"
Anne shook her head, saliva frothing around her lips as the aching in her belly made her feel sick.
"I ... I don't know how it happened! Please, you have to believe me!" she wailed.
"Perhaps," he said thoughtfully, licking his lips and rocking on his heels. "Only time will tell me whether you're telling the truth, or if it's the foul words from Satan."
"But..."
Her protests were drowned in a scream as Elder Dennis brought the cat down across her thighs. The leather chewed into her flesh, leaving two long bloody lines on her white skin.
Anne threw her head back, tears running down her face while her body shuddered against the restraints. The cracking sound of the whip sounded like a pistol shot as the hot pain radiated up to her brain. She could see his hard-on pressing against the front of his trousers while sweat seeped down his forehead.
"Ugh!" she grunted.
Another blow from the cat landed squarely across her belly, making her writhe. Elder Dennis was pleased with himself, cracking the cat in front of her flushed face and making Anne throw back her head in fear.
"You aren't interested in saving me!" she cried, her eyes wet with tears. "You love doing this! You're sick, sicker than the Barringtons! You bastard! You're using the church for your own sickness!"
Elder Dennis pulled himself up, his face darkening.
"You are the sickness, sister. You're the one who came to me to tell me of your foulness. You know the full truth, and now you try to deny it! I won't let that happen, you hear, I won't!"
He slashed the crop across her nipple, the slicing pain of the blow drawing out a scream from the helpless woman. Her body shivered, her arms tugging wildly at the overhead restraints while her muscles knotted up in pain.
The agony went on and on. Anne ground her teeth, hating this man bitterly. She wanted to step on him the way he'd stepped on and kicked her. Her arms hurt as they were stretched widely apart, the anklets cutting painfully now into her feet.
"Well, do you have anything to say to me, sister? Sinners talk and talk, but they rarely repent truthfully. Tell me whore, do you repent?"
Anne sagged in the bonds. She shook her head, wanting to spit in his face.
"Bitch of hell! Taste the lash of God, then!"
He slashed across her face, the leather stinging into the bruises already starting to stand up on her face.
Anne shrieked.
Another blow slashed across her left tit, leaving a long red mark that felt like a burning strip of sulphur burning into her chest.
Anne writhed with the pain of the stinging blows. She felt the warm, sticky sweetness of her sweat flowing down her ribs, trailing along her belly. She groaned, watching him licking his chops at her. How she loathed him! If ever she escaped from this, she would destroy him!
Guessing her thoughts, Elder Dennis spat in her face, reaching down and grabbing her pussy.
Anne's face went white, as she felt his fingers tugging at her pussy-hairs. The pulling, tearing sensation ripped through her like a rusty knife.
Anne shrieked, her head lolling from side to side while her knees shivered.
He was ripping out more cunt-hairs, tugging at her clit, flailing her pussy.
"Hell-bitch! I shit on you and your devil! I will make you holy again if I have to drag you through hell to do it!"
"Hypocrite! Liar!"
The shrill power of her cries bounced off the walls. She tried to turn away from the lashes of the crop. But that was impossible, the restraints cutting more painfully into her wrists and ankles. She felt the leather lashing her nipples, burning into the sensitive tips like sulphur.
Elder Dennis slashed and beat at her, grabbing more of her cunt. She drew her head back, feeling him hunching against her.
"No!"
He brought the crop down hard across her belly, lashing the knotted leather tips again and again against her thighs.
Anne shrieked as she felt the leather flailing her flesh. Long red marks erupted on her flesh near her cunt as Elder Dennis beat her repeatedly with the crop. The terrible lashing moved from her tits to her belly, then to her shoulders. He pushed his face against her tits.
Anne could feel her juices running like molten lava from her cunt. His terrible beating was doing awful things to her! Yet, how she was loving this, her body and mind singing with delight while he continued to beat her savagely!
Suddenly Elder Dennis pulled back, drawing his fat hand over his lips. His eyes were hooded, his nostrils flared. He stared at Anne, then unbuckled his trousers.
She looked, watching his pants fall to the floor. He kicked them away, squirming out from his white boxer shorts and revealing a long, skinny prick with a bright purple head. She was horrified.
Her tits heaved with the deep, gusting breaths she took.
Anne turned her head, watching him from the corner of her eye.
He moved behind her slowly, trailing the crop over her thighs until she could feel the cool black leather pressing against her ass.
With a quick, savage movement, he brought the crop down against her ass-cheeks.
"Yeaghghghhhh! OhmyGod! OhmyGod! Oh, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" Anne shrieked.
The Elder Dennis paused, his mouth twisted into an obscene sneer, his eyes blazing with lust while his prick poked hard against her thigh.
"Liar! The devil doesn't give up this easily! I must shame him, shame the devil in you!" Elder Dennis shouted.
Anne shrieked, her voice hoarse from all the cries while she watched frothy drool moisten his thick lips. She felt something pop in her shoulder, the sensation sending shocks of agony jerking through her.
She tried jerking her legs up from the anklets, the leather cuffs cutting into her flesh and leaving long purple marks. She screamed while the crop came down again against her buttocks. Once, twice, three times, the leather sliced into her flesh, leaving long purple marks that swelled up from her skin.
Anne lost all control, pissing down her thighs, much to the delight of the chuckling churchman.
"You see? Already Satan is terrified of me! With this!" he said, waving the blood-stained crop in front of her face. "With this, we will defeat him!"
"You have already! Oh God, you have!" Anne cried futilely.
Elder Dennis wiped one pudgy hand across his lips, then brought the crop down against her knee.
Anne thought she could feel her kneecap cracking as more agony crawled up her thighs. The leather cuffs sliced deep into her wrists, cutting them painfuly, while sweat flowed down her arms.
Now he was flogging at the backs of her knees, the smacking leather curling around her thighs, then he began beating at her buttocks once more.
Anne could hear his breath wheezing, almost masking the laughter that punctuated the slashing strokes.
Her ass was on fire! Her ass-cheeks were heated, reddening to a deep red blush. The blazing agony in her ass radiated to her cunt, making her clit twitch and jerk. More juice bubbled from her cunt, running down her thighs, mixing with her sweat. Stripes crisscrossed on her ass where the crop had lashed into her.
As tears rolled down her cheeks, her cries for mercy became a torrent of unintelligible sobs.
Elder Dennis concentrated on lashing her ass now.
When she tightened her ass for another blow, Anne felt the stinging touch of the crop against her cunt.
When Elder Dennis tried poking the handle of the crop into her shitter, she clenched her ass-cheeks until they ached from the tension. Elder Dennis lashed farther up, flaying the flesh from her shoulders.
"Yaghghghghhhh! Oh no, no, no!"
Anne was almost beaten numb. She could hardly feel the strokes that slashed across her thighs and ass now. Her cries were reduced to occasional whimpers. More importantly, something was happening to her cunt. Juices erupted from her pussy, and her clit felt more sensitive and swollen. She thought the tiny nub was going to burst with pleasure. The aching throb was becoming more and more concentrated until she could hardly think.
Elder Dennis spat in her face once more.
"Bitch! Pig-slut from hell! You enjoy this?"
"Yes, yes, you filthy old man! Yes!" she screamed, feeling a climax explode between her legs.
It was as if someone had screwed a stick of dynamite into her pussy and lit it off! Anne jerked like a wild woman, shivering and snapping from side to side as spasm after spasm tore through her.
Then, when the final blow across her thighs bit into her clit, Anne fainted from the power of her own cum.
In an instant she was plunged into a merciful darkness.