Paul Gable: Trained, chained cousins

"You seem troubled, Sister.”

Abbey lowered her head, feeling those hot tears about to spring out again. Should she tell him? The girl stopped, turning from the religious cult leader for the moment. Then she felt his powerful fingers gripping her arms, slowly turning her back around to face him.

"You can tell me. I see the pain in your eyes.”

For one terrible moment. Abbey found herself wondering about the size of his cock. Al had been tall but Brother Geronimus was much taller and certainly more thickly built. She shook her head, again trying to rid herself of those terrible thoughts.

"You can tell me, Sister. I've heard many stories." His voice was calm, soothing, comforting. It seemed to lure the truth from her.

"I… I was raped today. Two men… boys… raped me, I told my cousin Betty and she… she suggested I come here," Abbey said haltingly, covering her face with one hand and feeling the tears beginning to flow.

"I see," he said.

Abbey was embarrassingly aware that she was reliving the pleasurable part of her rape, that part she had hidden from her cousin. But perhaps this was the time to tell someone about it. A holy man. Why not? But surely if he was dedicated to God and to saving people, he wouldn't be shocked. This surely wouldn't be any more than he'd already listened to.

"There's more," Abbey went on. "I… I found myself liking it, Father. I mean, I really did. At first it hurt. But then something happened to me and I… ”

"You were taking part in your own degradation, am I right?”

"Oh, yes!”

"I'm not shocked, Sister. We're all weak… some of us more than others, some of us are weak in different ways.”

His voice seemed to change, almost to express a kind of happiness. Abbey brightened. Here at least was one person who hadn't expressed horror at the truth. She wanted to hug him, but she knew that was improper. Instead she continued walking toward the tool shed.

"I want you to see this. Not many at the group have inspected this. We observe strict rules here… obedience is one of them. Your cousin does this well and I feel you will too.”

Abbey looked at him a little perplexed. What was he talking about? They had reached the door of the shed and a faint light glimmered through one. of the frosted glass windows.

"Please, Sister, step inside. What you've told me makes me feel you have to get closer to the Spirit… yours as well as God's.”

"But… ”

He opened the door completely, pushing her gently into the low-ceilinged building.

Expecting to see an altar and other religious articles hanging about, she was rather surprised to see nothing of the sort. The room was nearly bare, the walls padded with acoustical tile and several pulley devices hanging from the wooden ceiling. Then as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she saw there were articles hanging on the wall. But there were no Madonnas, statues of the Holy Family, or crucifixes. Buggy whips, cat-o'-nine tails, rods, pieces of rope and chain and other Victorian style horse articles hung down from the wooden stakes driven into the white tiles.

Abbey looked at Brother Geronimus as a knot of tension formed between her tummy and cunt when he slammed the door shut behind them. There was that look in his eye, that glint of mischief she had caught earlier. Heat was starting to concentrate in the furry mound between her thighs while goose-bumps prickled her flesh. There was something terribly wrong in here!

"You've failed, Sister, fallen from grace," he said, starting to unbutton his robe. "You must see the Light, and we here are bound and determined to make you see it.”

His voice had taken on a hard edge now. Abbey shook her head from right to left. Oh no, oh dear God in heaven, no! This was just like before.

"You don't understand. I… I enjoyed what happened… a little bit, but – “

Abbey couldn't finish the sentence. Brother Geronimus had taken off his robe and was standing there before her wearing nothing but a tight-fitting jockstrap! There couldn't have been two ounces of fat on his well-formed, thick-muscled body. It was glistening there in the dim light, glistening as if he had oiled it. But Abbey instinctively knew it was sweat, the perspiration of a man aroused by her body. She backed away, looking around, her eyes darting about for some escape route. But there was none.

"And I have things here that will make you see your wrong ways, Sister.”

"No, oh no! Oh, please, this is some kind of joke isn't it?" Abbey said, half-laughing hysterically as Brother Geronimus rubbed his cock through the ribbed pouch of his jock.

"There's no joke here, Sister. No joking allowed in this room of God's repentance.”

"Repentance?”

Again Abbey's eyes shot about the room, landing on the various whips. Only then did she see a round keg of something and several spigots about the wood. Abbey drew back, one hand over her mouth as she stared at the hypocrite before her, then at the keg.

"You'll have time to think on your sins before we come to that."

"No, no!”

Abbey tried rushing past the big man. She'd tell Betty about this and get her and run away. But Brother Geronimus was quick, catching her by the wrist and wheeling her around. He had gripped her by the shoulders, his big hands seeming about to crush her shoulders.

"Scream all you want, Sister. These walls are built for it.”

"No, oh no, liar! Oh God, you liar! You… oh God!”

Brother Geronimus dropped Abbey, slapping her face so hard that the blow knocked her to the ground. Laughing, he twisted his fingers in her hair and drew her close up against his right leg.

"We'll start now by you taking off your clothes. You probably guessed that would happen by now, didn't you? A little slut like you's always more comfortable without her clothes on.”

His voice was hard, mocking, as Abbey sniffed and removed her clothing. As she stepped from her panties, she had an idea this would be far more of an ordeal than the rape she'd undergone earlier that day.

“Fine. Now your hands… behind your back. Come on, Sister. Behind your back!”

Trembling under his staring black eyes, the teen did as she was told. Brother Geronimus moved past her, eyeing her full, high-riding tits but not yet touching her. He searched the shelves behind her and Abbey cringed, hearing the clanking of metal objects striking one another. In a moment she felt something very cold and hard tightening around both wrists. Brother Geronimus tightened the cuffs until they nearly cut off the circulation from her fingers.

“Now, just to keep you quiet to keep from annoying me…”

Brother Geronimus took a red rubber ball with two chains coming from either side and brought it up to her lips.

“Open wide, Sister. Open wide. We don’t want your cries upsetting me.”

“Ohhhhh!”

Abbey shook her head violently from side to side, staring defiantly at the big man. Brother Geronimus sighed, then reached up and pressed his fingers hard on either side of her jaw. The pain was excruciating! It felt as if all her teeth were being torn from her flesh! With a shriek of agony and defeat Abbey opened her mouth, feeling the big stud jamming that horrid red rubber ball between her lips. He quickly fastened the small chains around the back of her head and Abbey swallowed hard, feeling the spittle damming up behind the instrusion.

"Now, we've got to make certain you understand what true repentance is, the kind that comes from real pain, Sister. Do you understand that?”

Abbey shook her head again, rubbing her fingers together against the small of her back. That ball, the restraints on her wrists, everything was giving her the feeling of total helplessness. Brother Geronimus only smiled.

"You will.”

He moved behind the girl, pushing her forward until Abbey found herself directly under one of the overhead pulley devices.