Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 14
Mary had taken on every stallion in the herd and now was being
revisited. There was no blood, no signs of pain on her vacant face. It was as if
she wasn't even present. Pools of horse semen had formed below her as her cunt
dribbled a steady stream of the equine spendings that had been discharged within
her. Those witnessing this incredible feat of strength on her part were both
stunned and a bit frightened at what was happening. To make matters worse, the
animals were displaying fear as they were brought up to her dangling pale form.
This was a new manifestation of the power that dwelt within her. Obviously it
was protecting its host, but now it seemed to be becoming irritated at the
actions of the sect members.
Equus sensed this long before the horses started to shy away from the
girl. Indeed it appeared that she was possessed by a powerful force. For some
unknown reason he was more comfortable now that the creature was acting as it
should. It apparently was obeying the same laws that humans employed when they
were threatened, defend yourself initially and if that did not prove
satisfactory, become the aggressor.
With the encouragement and assistance of the handlers the third stallion
to revisit the girl was brought into position and its long thick penis was made
stiff before being placed at the gaping maw that was the mouth of her cunt. The
animal thrust forward and skewered Mary with one powerful thrust, sinking nearly
half its length into her body. For the first time in many hours her eyes took
life and widened in shock, as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep. She
let out a blood curdling scream as a spurt of blood shot from the cojoined
flesh.
The leader of the sect thought for a moment that it was Mary's blood, at
along last. Then the huge animal shook from nose to tail, foam covering its
entire muzzle. It let out an unearthly cry and collapsed to its knees, shuddered
once more and expired. There was a stunned silence in the stable area and then
the sect members bolted in panic as if the devil itself was pursuing them. Equus
stood rooted to the ground, accepting what he had just witnessed, but waiting
for something more threatening to occur to him. There was none forthcoming.
The former priest sensed the presence of whatever it was. It seemed to
cover him like a thick, heavy mist, making everything about him vague, almost
insubstantial. He felt rather than heard its greeting. He was not afraid, in
fact he felt a tingle of happiness as he confronted this powerful being.
Equus walked purposefully toward the girl who had returned to the
catatonic state that had kept her free of pain. He worked the straps of the
combination sling and harness that held Mary captive. Once he had completed his
task her eyes opened and she stepped free of the leather cocoon. He could not
help smiling at this sun burned teenager who had hosted this powerful spirit for
so long. He basked in the smile he received in return, feeling some kind of
soothing aura envelop him.
When Mary spoke he reacted as if she had risen from the dead, so great
was his shock. All she said, or at least all he heard her say, was two words,
"pain", "purification". There was a lengthy pause and then she repeated herself,
only in a louder, more powerful voice. This time her words were accompanied by a
picture that flashed through his brain, a flickering, undulating tongue of flame
hovering in empty space. He nodded his assent still unsure of the context in
which these two words dwelt. Mary smiled that wondrous smile once more and said,
"woman". In a brief instant he had insight into the meaning of these cryptic
words. He shook himself and bobbed his head up and down in front of this smiling
messenger. Equus thought to himself, " I am the rock; I am reborn this day."
Then he fell to the ground unconscious.
The sect leader awoke to find himself in his own bed. One of the sect
women was seated a few feet from where he reclined. The moment his eyes blinked
open she approached him.
"I am well. There is much to do and quickly. Have the members assemble
in front of the stable."
Then he realized that he had no idea of the whereabouts of Mary, the
conduit through which the spirit addressed him.
"Where is the girl? Has anyone seen her? She must be found."
The woman assured him that the girl was secured. They had found her on
the floor a few feet from where he had lain. She was in some kind of trance and
no one had been able to rouse her from it. Equus dismissed her as soon as he
knew that Mary was safe. He only had a few minutes to prepare an address to the
flock that would be a revelation and at the same time an instruction to them
all.
The nearly sixty people who made up his flock were waiting as he strode
towards them, still not exactly sure what he was going to say. To him it was
fairly obvious that the women must undergo some kind of trial to become worthy.
At issue was, worthy for whom or what? He was hoping that the messenger would
awaken and be his guide as he broke the momentous news to his people.
The moment he reached the spot upon which he would make this
announcement she appeared, seemingly from nowhere. There were surprised murmurs
from the assembled folk at her arrival. Equus took a deep breath and began to
speak. The words came freely and to his mind they made much sense.
They had been chosen by a powerful spirit to be his vessels. A conduit
from the sect to their new master and teacher was to be selected from among the
women. Before this could be accomplished the candidates would have to be
purified by the men and the animals of the camp. This last statement came as a
surprise to the former priest, but he continued without so much as a pause. Once
the conduit was chosen and had bonded with the spirit they would depend on her
for instruction and revelations. This spirit was not evil, but it's intentions
were not completely clear. Knowledge and faith would have to be developed slowly
at first before the ultimate objective could be revealed.
Those who were not able to accept his revelations would be given the
option of leaving the camp forever. Those remaining would find a life of
serenity and purpose, and be remembered by generations yet to come. Two of the
men and a woman opted to leave the sect and were given his blessings.
Since there were nearly twice the number of males in the group he
assigned a team, chosen by lot, to most of the women with a few exceptions. As
their leader he selected one to be his "challenge", as he described the
purification process. He also assigned two of the men to record for "historical"
purposes the entire ritual. In truth this pair were the ones responsible for
producing the tapes that sold so well overseas and provided most of the funding
for the sect's activities. Equus supervised the disrobing of the women and gave
instructions to the men who would perform their purification.
"There must be pain before redemption, as severe as the woman can bear
and perhaps beyond if the spirit moves you in that direction. There must be
blood shed; it must flow from the secret places in her body as well as those
more obvious. All that which could impede her purification must be driven out by
the harshest measures; fire, water, the scourge. She must be penetrated to her
core and made to give up her failings and ills. It is here that the animals of
the field can be most effective. Only when you feel the peace that will arise
when the woman is pure can you cease your labors."
It did not take long for the members to separate and set up their own
special areas in which this sacred rite was to take place. Equus marched the
naked sixteen year old to a group of stunted trees and strung her up by her
wrists from a low hanging limb of one of them. He selectd some whippy shoots
from a neighboring willow bush and lit into the girl, slashing away at her plump
tits, then moving down to her rounded belly and finishing his first pass by
striping her thighs with angry welts. He took a breather and saw that so far her
skin remained unbroken. To make her pouting cunt more easily available for
whipping it would be necessary to somehow spread her legs. He left to find some
rope, stakes and a hammer with which to drive them into the ground.
On his way back and forth he had the opportunity to witness what was
going on in a number of places. He was happy to see that the men had taken him
at his word. A chorus of screams, groans and shrieks gave convincing evidence of
this. He also saw some creative methods applied to the proper performance of
this ritual.
In two cases teams had come up with the idea of using barbed wire to
enhance the chances of drawing blood from their candidates. A woman with huge
breasts that hung like fat guords from her chest had been trussed with barbed
wire that encircled her chest, stomach and thighs. The two men were beating her
with thick clubs, driving the metal barbs deep into her flesh with each savage
blow. Blood was streaming down her body from dozens of places as she screamed
and begged for mercy. Her outcries only made them redouble their efforts,
pounding her mammoth tits into a set of purplish swollen globes, as blood from
her wounded chest ran in rivulets, following the contours of those hanging
targets.
The other pair had wrapped a strand of barbed wire around the woman's
midsection, some barbs embedded in her navel. A number of strands of wire had
been twisted together and ran up to split her cunt lips and the crack of her ass
before being rejoined to the wire cutting deep into her midsection. They stood
on either side of her and concentrated on beating her cunt with their heavy
belts. The thick patch of pubic hair guarding the entrance to her cunt was
soaked with blood from the wire barbs that worried their way deeper and deeper
into her private parts with each stroke of their belts.
Equus also witnessed a unique way of achieving a number of objectives
with a single process. A heavy-set woman of perhaps forty or so was hanging
naked from her wrists and screaming mindlessly as wedges of wood were hammered
into her rectum. Her cunt had already been filled to capacity and perhaps a bit
beyond based on the stream of blood soaking its way through the wooden barrier.
He was heartened by the creativity that was being demonstrated by his followers.
Surely this would yield wonderful results when all were finished driving all the
evil from the women. He increased his pace, eager to begin another effort to
purify the blonde teen who hung from the tree limb waiting his return.
( To be continued )