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 )
