Paul Gable - Trained, chained cousins

"Uhhhhhhhhh… “

"Oh yeah, Sister, yeahh… fuckin' Jesus, gonna do it!" Brother Geronimus yelled, his head braced against Betty's neck while his fingers gripped her cunt.

Betty howled, twisting around, begging him to fuck her more. It was incredible! Abbey thought. Cousin Betty, normally so demure and perky, was rutting like some forest beast, offering her ass to this stranger while his fingers fucked her cunt!

"Yaghghghhhhhh!”

Brother Geronimus was cumming. His feet nearly slipped from the overturned box he was standing on and his body hugged tightly up against the girl's as his cock spit out gobs of white-hot spunk down into her ass. At the same time Betty was having her massive orgasm, her clit twitching up against the flailing fingertips.

Abbey watched in growing disbelief, her breath short, panting. How she envied cousin Betty for having that massive climax!

"Your asshole will be tender for some time," Brother Geronimus said, pulling his prick slowly from her ass.

"Uhhhhhh… ”

Betty shivered, her head hanging down between her outstretched arms. Abbey saw the dribbles of cum oozing from her cousin's asshole as Brother Geronimus pulled his jockstrap back on, obviously satisfied.

"Now, I'll get those letters the two of you are going to write. It will have to be in your own handwriting, so I suggest you steady yourselves. All right?”

He slipped his robe back on, hurrying from the room and closing the door softly behind him. Abbey rubbed her damp palms against her thighs, feeling the final twitches of her climax rush through her cunt.

"Betty, what are we going to do?" she asked, her voice quavering.

"I… I don't know," the girl answered after a few moments' pause. "I don't know. I thought… I thought I could find myself here, you know? I mean, they were so happy and they were doing good things. And now… and now he… he did this awful thing to me, and… ”

Betty couldn't finish the sentence. She broke into tears, her words choked by her moans as more cum drooled from her stretched asshole.

"No, don't worry about it. We'll figure out something. I promise we will.”

The time passed slowly until Brother Geronimus returned with several sheets of paper. He freed Abbey first, pulling her to a small table and showing her the format of the letter he'd brought for her to copy. At first she refused to write. But when he threatened her with even more grotesque torments, Abbey caved in. Her cousin agreed as well. For better or worse they were captives, slaves to this man and his staff. Oh God, what would become of them?

"Wh… what was that?”

Betty hugged up close to Abbey, throwing one hand around her cousin and trembling with fear.

"I don't know. Rats?”

Rats! She wouldn't have been surprised at anything Brother Geronimus would have done to them. It had been nearly two days since they'd first been held against their wills. The letters had been sent off but the girls had not left the complex.

"I'm so sore… from the other day, Abbey. Oh, he hurt me so!”

"I know… ”

Nothing had happened since that awful night with Brother Geronimus but they had been left hanging for nearly an hour before he let them down. Betty complained about how her shoulder ached and how she thought her knee had been broken during the savage beating. Of course, Brother Geronimus had been careful not to do that. Freeing the two girls, he marched them naked through the compound and around the house. Several other members of the cult saw them, and Abbey thought at first with some hope they would respond with some help. But instead they only smiled, going back into the house to continue their shop work. They're all in this together, Abbey realized. Never, never would she and Betty get out of this without some outside help. But where would that help come from?

"Oh, if only we could get loose," Betty moaned.

Abbey agreed, sinking into a reverie about open fields with farmhands working in the sun. It would be like pictures she'd seen at the art museum. Nothing but peace, peace and quiet. But then a shrill scream of terror cut through the clammy air of the cellar into which the two girls had been pitched.

"What is it?" Abbey asked breathlessly.

The shriek had come from her cousin. Betty was practically crawling on top of her, her tits nestled comfortably up against Abbey's chin.

"Something touched me! Oh God! Something thick and furry touched me!”

The girl was hysterical. Abbey shook her, feeling her own senses reeling. They were shut up in the basement of the old house. They could barely see. The only thing she knew was that there was a small commode and the stench was awful!

"Oh please, look around to make sure there aren't any… rats around, Abbey. You're stronger than I am. Please, please.”

"All right. I promise."

Abbey felt the blood rushing through her veins, her hair standing up on the back of her neck. The thought of running into a large rat held no thought of joy for her.

Abbey felt her flesh crawling with revulsion as she touched the snail-slimy floor of the basement. Narrowing her eyes, the girl searched the basement for any signs of movement. There was nothing. Still Betty encouraged her to move around a little more to be sure. Reluctantly the girl did her cousin's bidding, again thinking of those horrid rats, the stories of how they'd attacked babies in their cribs and eaten them before the horrified mothers could beat them away. Is that what Geronimus had in mind for them?

"Uhhhhh… ”

Abbey crawled around a little more, feeling with her hands. The basement was large, nearly as large as the house above it. Her muscles were starting to tighten and cramp from the long hours she and her cousin had spent caged in this damp, dark place. The floor was rough in spots, tearing her knees. "Find anything?”

"No, nothing. I think it was your imagination. I don't remember hearing anything that… ”

Abbey stopped, her heart beating quickly. She thought she'd heard the skittering of a small animal somewhere in front of her. There was something there!

"Is something wrong?" Betty quailed.

"No, no, I got a cramp in my knee."

Abbey rose from her knees, keeping one hand on the wall as she moved back to her cousin Betty. She drew her torn skirt and blouse closer to her body, the garments Brother Geronimus had given back to both her and her cousin after they had signed their letters.

"Nothing to worry about," Abbey said, casting a worried look at Betty.

Oh, how hungry she was! Only now did she realize how empty her stomach was. A plate of some kind of flat-tasting cereal had been handed to them each morning and evening- hardly enough to fill their young bellies.

Suddenly Abbey heard sounds, footsteps descending from behind the wall. She tensed, grabbing her cousin's arms with her fingers.

"They're coming for us," Betty whispered, her body trembling.

"Oh God!”

The door opened. Abbey shielded her eyes from the glare of the electric light behind Brother Geronimus. Someone else was behind him. Betty squeezed her arm in terror as one man advanced.

"I'm sorry to keep you here," he said, frowning around at the walls. "The accommodations aren't very good. But I find it's humbling and quieting to put a new convert here at the start. The dark and quiet have calming effects, don't you agree?”

"Ohhh… ”

Abbey had thought of so many things to say, so many ways to get back at him. Now all she could do was crouch like a frightened kitten beneath him, panting with terror and rage, wondering what he was going to do now.

"I want to introduce you to Brother Septillian. He runs the area with me, Sisters. I think you'll find him most interesting.”

A tall man also in a brown robe moved up behind Brother Geronimus, his hands pressed prayerfully together. Hypocrites! Abbey thought once more, wondering who they were trying to fool with their ridiculous act.