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The Institute of Advanced Sexuality - Chapter 14
For the next two days and three nights the ship headed into the teeth of an ocean storm. It left its passengers frightened and often sea sick, including the trio the shared their little cabin. Frieda recovered quickly from her recent attack; so rapidly that she underwent the remaining portion of her penance only two days after her ordeal. Even though she was securely restrained on her narrow bed and freed only so she could use the common bathroom shared by dozens of other passengers, Frieda managed to accrue sins of thought rather than deeds. Father Bernard spent hours hearing her confessions, often with assistance from the younger priest. Father Damon was now witnessing every confession and had no compunction about wielding his strap whenever he was aroused by something she said had happened while she was servicing one or another of those using her body. It seemed as if the demon itself was providing information to her that in turn was transmitted to the good priest.
Father Bernard was now taking a more proactive role in her disciplining. He had selected her pubic mound and that filthy, godless cunt as his private preserves. Damon was given the rest of her body to use as he saw fit, provided it did not interfere with her opportunities to fetch additional funds for the use of the clerics. The cane was retired except for very special occasions, and in these cases it was used sparingly. The older priest was now using his hands to punish his charge every chance she provided. His long sharp fingernails were often used to leave his mark within her fetid pit that he was convinced held the demon. They often strayed to her tits, nipping and pinching at that firm flesh as the girl whimpered and did her best to avoid irritating him to greater excesses.
Damon developed a fetish for the girl's feet. It began as some innocent tickling, but her reaction indicated that it had potential for greater things. He discovered that by running his fingernail down the center of the sole of her foot, he could produce gales of hysterical laughter from the teenager. From there he started to gnaw on her toes, starting with the biggest and gradually moving along until every one was marked with the imprint of his teeth. His mentor was scandalized by his fetish, but could find nothing sinful provided it had no impact on his sexual appetite. The old priest was most happy when his companion went back to using the strap, even if it was on the soles of Frieda's feet. Now there was no laughter, just muffled whimpering and an occasional gasp from a particularly powerful blow. Bernard would have been scandalized if he saw what went on while he slept.
Damon spent hours every night seeing how close he could bring the teenager to an orgasm. She was very sensitive to a variety of approaches that depended only on fingers, hands and tongue. He loved to suck her nipples until they were as stiff as glass. He discovered that her armpits were almost as sensitive as her nipples. In point of fact they were even more responsive if they were licked, sucked and then nipped. This cycle had to be made more than once to develop the maximum sensitivity. He had already been tempted to find out if indeed she could have an orgasm just by teasing her armpits. The young priest was also developing a taste for the creamy offerings that came from her cunt after perhaps a half hour or more of steady probing by first his fingers, then his flickering tongue and finally his entire hand. If the truth were known, it was the girl who held the power.
The sight of her bare body, the smell emanating from her secret places and taste of those secretions and sweat she generated all combined to force more than one ejaculation from the young priest during every session. He destroyed the evidence of his weakness by rubbing the cum into her flesh, especially the entrance to her perpetually oozing cunt. Later on this weakness of Damon would reverberate throughout his parish and lead him to turn her over to the tender mercies of his flock in order to save his reputation.
By the time the ship cleared the first storm the passengers were eager to get out of their cabins and take the sea air. A small fraction of those who could afford the luxury of some one such as Frieda made contact with the various procurers that plied their trade on board. The teenager was snapped up rather quickly and that evening she entertained a couple who had now grown tired of each other's company after five days at sea, most of them cooped up in their spacious cabin. Frieda acquitted herself professionally and the couple behaved like civilized people. Thus there was little for the priests to glean from her evening outside the confines of her cabin and its narrow bed. The second storm began to menace the ship the following morning.
For the next two days most of the passengers remained in their cabins. The priests took this as an opportunity to interrogate Frieda further concerning her impure thoughts and interactions with the customers. Arguing that using his fist to force the teenager to tell the truth was acceptable according to the canons of the Church, Damon had a wonderful time tormenting and sexually exciting their captive. Father Bernard was not taken in by this ruse, but he was also enjoying more and more his access to the girl's bare body. So while he watched Damon's fist inch its way up Frieda's cunt, he enjoyed the sensation of her firm tits against his hands and fingers as he squeezed and poked them without any guilt. It came as almost a shock when the tight tube of flesh that had been resisting the young priest's advance suddenly relaxed and in a few short minutes his closed hand was pounding against the girl's cervix as she groaned and gasped. The young priest knew better than to believe his captive was in some type of pain, his soaked fist was proof enough that she was enjoying this experience. He wondered when his mentor would realize it as well.
Frieda finally had some luck. Just when Damon managed to convince his mentor that the girl would benefit from a sound thrashing with the cane, the storm abruptly changed course and the seas grew calm. Naturally this meant that the passengers were free from their cabins, and one of them made his way to the priests' cabin to arrange for a session with their teenage companion. Father Bernard was only too happy to arrange the time and place, thwarting any chance for Damon to have his way with the youngster. The session turned out to be quite stressing as Frieda had to cope with the gentleman as well as his lady companion. They both were in foul moods from the rough seas and their close proximity. So it was the poor girl who had to suffer twice as they both decided to take out their anger on her. When the man wasn't using her pussy, mouth or asshole, he was whipping whatever part of her naked, bound body that was made available by his lady companion. She in turn took every advantage of the helpless girl's situation. She spanked her bottom until it was crimson and swollen. She raked her budding tits with her fingernails, leaving nasty furrows that took weeks to properly heal. Frieda seemed to be spending most of her free time from the gentleman licking and sucking his companion's pussy. However they saved the worst punishment of her sweaty, bare body for last.
The woman possessed a strap-on dildo of massive proportions, and proceeded to use it to on the teen's well-used pussy before seeing if it could breach her tight asshole that had been twice previously plundered by her male companion who was quite well endowed. They had to gag the girl with a rag to stifle her screams as the giant rubber creation brutally opened her sore asshole for the final time of this lengthy session. To end the session, they made a sandwich of Frieda, his cock deep inside her convulsing asshole while her rubber monster battered and bruised the tender walls of the youngster's twat to the point that she was unable to accommodate anything inside it for nearly a week. The priests were quite disappointed to see just how damaged her body was after this very stressing session. However the price they received for her services was substantial and gave them a cushion so to speak, since they still had a long journey over land before they reached their objective.
There is precious little information concerning the ten-day trip across half the country that the trio made by train, bus and finally wagon. At long last they reached their new home in North Dakota, a small settlement of German immigrants who grew wheat and other minor crops. The older settlers still spoke their mother tongue even though they had been in the country for forty years. Some of the younger folks did speak English and it was from them that Frieda learned the language when they weren't beating and raping her for various offenses against God and nature, some real, others imaginary. The priests mostly turned a blind eye toward what was going on between their servant and the settlers. Father Damon still used Frieda whenever the spirit moved him, which was quite often. Naturally it was she, not the young priest who paid the price for his weakness.
The settlers had constructed a crude building that became the school for the children. Usually except for planting and harvesting times, anywhere from twelve to fourteen children ranging in age from eight to sixteen attended. The students were evenly divided by sex, and were taught by a widowed woman in her late thirties with only two children, both adults and married. She set her cap for Damon, but he proved to be a difficult catch. It was this woman, Hilda, who began the rumors about the young priest and Frieda. She actually had little reason for starting this scurrilous gossip, even though there was truth in it. The priests continued avoiding the fact that indeed they both were using her for their personal, forbidden needs. Frieda had her own small, windowless room with only a narrow bed, an old chest of drawers donated by one of the families and a bucket that acted as a privy. The priests had keys to her room, which was kept locked at all times. Except during winter, she slept nude and was tied hands and feet to her bed with sturdy ropes that were carefully checked every night before they left her for the evening.
Both priests visited her on a regular basis. Father Bernard used her during the day when he was well rested and had plenty of time to hear her confession, give her penance and see that this was done in a timely manner. Usually Damon was needed to perform the harsher tasks associated with her penance. Quite often he combined this duty with his nightly visit to use her sexually. They made sure that the girl was never allowed to expose any part of her torso for fear that the marks left by her severe penances would be seen and cause some concern. The frequency and amount of her punishment was strictly determined by the seasons. During the dead of winter, it was rare to have a visit from Damon more than twice a week and usually for about half the time he spent with her during the rest of the year. Naturally this led to fewer confessions and a drop in penance as well. Summer she was kept very busy and for those months her body was covered with welts, bruises and cuts from the ferocious beatings she absorbed. All that period Hilda kept up the rumors about Damon and Frieda, until it became the only topic discussed by almost all the adult settlers and even some of the children.
This situation continued without change for almost two and a half years. Then the old priest took sick and had to be taken to the nearest hospital, located some fifty miles from the settlement. It was then that Hilda sprang her trap. Father Damon was too distracted to realize that Hilda had finally convinced a number of women that she could prove her insinuations. Aided by a few of the men they entered the home of the priests and indeed discovered Frieda hiding in the cellar wearing only a rough dress and no shoes. It took some time for them to make her admit that there was some truth to what the settlers had been hearing.
They had hung the naked girl by her wrists from a hook in the cellar's rafters and for almost half the day she was beaten senseless, then revived so she could be beaten senseless again. The men started to believe that Hilda had indeed been telling lies. Why else would this young woman allow them to do the terrible things that had been done to her without once laying blame on the two priests? They were unaware of what she had been enduring as a steady diet for years. Frieda was terrified of what they might do to her if she revealed the truth. Worse yet, she was convinced that once Damon returned he would somehow convince them that she was not being truthful and that would be the end of her.
Still Hilda managed to convince the group to allow her one last chance to make the girl speak. They reluctantly agreed provided Hilda submit to a public flogging in the nude if she failed. She took the risk and won! Hilda was terrified of the dogs that seemed to be everywhere in the town. It was easy to imagine that this frightened young woman would do almost anything to avoid direct contact with one of these slavering beasts. In Hilda's plan the contact would be most intimate, not likely something that might have crossed Frieda's mind, even in her worst nightmare.
Approximately an hour later Frieda was draped over a bale of hay, held down by sturdy ropes. Her bare body stiffened when she heard the sound of barking dogs as the men brought five large animals into the barn and showed them to the helpless woman, threatening to set them loose on her if she didn't tell the truth about her relationship with the priests, especially Damon. What finally broke her resolve was when they wiped her hindquarters with a rag impregnated with the scent of a bitch in heat. She wailed to the heavens and told them all they wanted to know and even more that never happened.
Hilda had her vengeance on the priest and this slut as well. At her command the men turned the dogs loose on the young woman and watched them fight among themselves to be the first to mount this new, strange looking bitch. By the time the last of the pack had finished leaving his seed buried deep in her cunt, Frieda was drooling and gave all the signs of one who had descended into madness, a fitting punishment for her years of having sexual congress with the priests. She would recover partially within a few weeks, but was never the same afterwards.
Had she been able to see into the future, Frieda might have dared to tell the truth earlier and avoided what followed. Instead for the next twelve years she was brutalized by the settlers without mercy. Father Damon however was allowed to remain at the settlement provided he married Hilda, which he did. His mentor, who had recovered sufficiently to return to the settlement, officiated at the wedding. It turned out that these two were renegades from the Church and as such had been excommunicated, something no one else knew until the old priest confessed. All this only came to public light much later with the publication of the annotated version of Frieda's story. The story of those twelve years was pieced together from diaries kept by some of the settlers, as well as interviews of a very small number of people who were directly involved with Frieda during this trying period of her life.
(To be continued - jethro jodhpur)
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