Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
Chapter 17
Father Flogg still could not believe his good fortune. This possessed
creature was placing herself into his hands once more. This time he would not be
so careless when it came to exacting the information he needed in order to drive
the demon from her. He knew that brute force was not the answer. Now he would go
back to the tried and true techniques pioneered by the Inquisition. It all had
fallen into place. God works in many strange ways so it seemed, but the pieces
of the puzzle were now entirely under his control.
Good fortune for the old priest however did not translate to the same
for others, especially Agnes Watson. That evening Father Morecock broke the news
to her after she had made her daily confession and was being prepared for the
additional penance she would offer up for the forgiveness of today's offenses.
She would now become the surrogate for Mary in the Inquisition program. So great
was her distress at hearing this, she hardly noticed the dozen strokes from the
cane, which left her bouncy bottom neatly coverd with deep blistering welts.
Meanwhile in another outbuilding Mary Katherine Gallagher was being put
up for the night in the true sense of the word. She was naked and her manacled
hands had been hooked to a thick bolt protruding from the heavy beam reinforcing
the ceiling. Weights had been attached to her chained ankles to add to her
discomfort. During the long night the oppressive force of gravity would slowly
lengthen her arms and legs until by morning the weights would be barely a few
inches above the floor.
That night there was a lengthy meeting of the camp leadership to
determine the revised schedule for the program. Mary's initial examination would
now occupy the main stage beginning at sunrise. There would be a break in the
action at midmorning for approximately an hour in order for the sinner to
reflect upon her situation before undergoing further testing.
During this intermission the first part of the tour of the facilities
located in the two adjacent buildings would be held. This would be Agnes
Watson's opportunity to play her new role. She would demonstrate a variety of
techniques used to convince the recalcitrant sinner of the errors of her ways.
The demonstrations had to be carefully sequenced so that she would be physically
capable of lasting though the entire tour which would take over four hours to
complete.
There was some concern expressed that Mary, based on her previous
behavior, might prove stronger than anticipated and last through the entire day.
This would mean there would be parallel activities going on during late in the
afternoon. To avoid this it was decided that Mary and Agnes would act as
co-demonstrators of the basic Inquisition procedures for the last few hours of
the tour. In the unlikely event that Mary had not yielded to reason, her
examination would be continued the following morning in one of these buildings
until she confessed her allegiance to the demon now possessing her.
Most of these new plans were the product of Father Flogg's leadership.
In recognition of this Father Morecock graciously deferred the honor of being
the grand inquisitor to his mentor, a move that was unanimously approved.
The next morning it was discovered that Mistress J was gone from the
camp. Her companion had no idea why or when she took her leave. There could be
no doubt that she had returned to Camp Animus, either under duress or by her own
volition. At this time her disappearance was not considered to be of much
significance, so further efforts to get to the bottom of this little mystery
were tabled until the Inquisition program was concluded.
Every seat was filled by either Church dignitaries invited to view the
program, or eager campers, all anxiously awaiting the appearance of Mary, or
whoever was occupying her body. There were gasps of awe and an ocean of
whispered comments at the entry of this golden child-woman, now in chains and
escorted by Mistress I and her remaining counselors. To many of the young ladies
this could not possibly be their camp mate.
This one was slim and shapely with pert breasts, a flat stomach, firm
thighs and tapered legs that seemed to melt into the firm rounded cheeks of her
bottom. Her pubes were smooth and devoid of any hair focusing attention onto the
pink ridge of plump flesh that defined her vulva. Her skin was clear and smooth,
her eyes wide, almost luminous. She appeared to glide rather than walk toward
the stage upon which she would be examined, forcing her escorts to nearly run in
an attempt to keep up with this naked, chained beauty.
Waiting for her on the platform was Father Flogg, now wearing the garb
of the grand inquisitor. As soon as Mary was brought to him he stood and in a
loud voice commanded her to renounce her allegiance to the demon possessing her.
Mary replied that since she was not possessed, it was impossible to do as he
wanted without incriminating herself. Father Flogg smiled inwardly, she was now
his to torment and torture.
"Prepare her for the search of her person for the possessor's mark."
This intonement was the signal for Mary to be manacled in a straining X
to the vertical wooden frame that was lifted into position once he had finished
his charge. The first step in the process was to examine the "sinner" to find a
spot on her body that would prove impervious to the long needle that would be
used to probe her flesh. The demon would prevent the needle from drawing blood,
proof that it occupied her body.
Father Morecock and Sister Stigmata began the lengthy search of Mary's
shapely body, seeking potential sites that would be probed. A slight
imperfection in her armpit attracted their attention. The teen screamed in pain
as four inches of steel penetrated her tender flesh. Her outcry brought gasps
from the audience and a troubled look to Father Flogg's face. This was not the
type of response he expected from her this early in the trial. He could only
think back to her ability to undergo incredible suffering and pain before
finally collapsing into a state of senselessness to protect herself from further
abuse.
Over the next hour Mary screamed and cried out for mercy as her body was
pierced in dozens of places. The loudest and most heart rending was when the
probe speared her fat clitoris, causing her to faint. She was quickly revived
and her pert breasts were repeatedly skewered, each time drawing drops or
trickles, in some cases, of blood. When the priest and nun simultaneously drove
needles directly into the center of her nipples she once more passed out as
fresh blood coated the steel probes.
Flogg suggested that her rear entry way might prove to be the demon's
realm due to its secrecy and protection from prying eyes. To make this a more
interactive experience for the campers, two girls were selected from the
audience to assist the searchers. They were given leather gloves and told to
part Mary's cheeks to expose her anus to the light of day. Morecock was the
first to spear this extremely sensitive area, and as the needle plunged deeply
into her, she let out a scream of agony that caused the audience to cringe in
sympathy. The two girls were so agitated by the teen's response that they let go
of her body and stepped away in fear.
Two more pairs of girls had to be chosen to participate before the
searchers were convinced that this region of Mary's body was free of the demon's
influence. At this point a brief pause in the search phase of her trial was
decreed by the grand inquisitor. Mary hung in her bonds, her body coated in a
sweaty sheen from her struggles to avoid the terrible pain that was being
inflicted on her person. While she rested and attempted to regain control of her
emotions, her captors were speaking in low voices, deciding what approach to
take next.
They took a new tack, now probing only the skin covering her bones. Now
the needles were encountering bone instead of flesh and being moved in odd
angles as they were deflected from their intended paths. The results were still
the same, blood, blood, blood. They shifted to the super sensitive flesh below
her nails, first probing each finger in turn until the nails were purple with
trapped blood, and then moving down to her toes which received the same
treatment. It reached the point that another member of the audience was selected
for the sole task of holding smelling salts beneath her nose to revive her for
more pain.
Finally after a whispered consultation with the grand inquisitor, Mary's
tongue was pulled from her mouth by means of pinchers and stabbed repeatedly.
Soon it was peppered with steel needles which completely penetrated the soft
flesh. Father Flogg himself pronounced that there was no evidence of blood in
certain regions. Thus the test had conclusively proven that Mary Katherine
Gallagher was indeed possessed by a demon whose rank in the hierarchy of evil
was yet to be determined. It was now nearly three hours since her ordeal had
begun. A recess was decreed in order that the apparatus that would be used to
convince Mary to renounce her possessor was readied.
It as now time for Agnes Watson to play her role in the program, a part
she would have gladly given up to Mary. The audience was now given time to pass
through the various exhibits that showed the devices that had been used to
convince heretics to renounce the devil. To make the experience more meaningful,
a small pecentage of those entering the exhibit area were selected to actually
assist those attempting to save the sinners from eternal damnation.
Unfortunately, in all cases the part of the sinner would be played by poor
Agnes.
To prevent bottle necks from developing there would be a lecture
presented, lasting a few minutes, before Agnes made her appearance. Then the two
or three lucky girls or Church dignitaries would be given a chance to interact
with Agnes once she was affixed to whatever apparatus was being show cased. Once
this was accomplished, the group would move to the next exhibit and there would
be sufficient time for Agnes to be released and transported, if necessary, to
her next showing.
During her first tour Agnes was whipped with various implements such as
the scourge, tawse and flogger; in most cases while she was doing her best to
avoid being scraped raw by the spikes or nodules covering the apparatus to which
she was mounted.
The worst, by far, was the dreaded horse, which required her to balance
her private parts on the sharp edge of a triangular mount studded with metal
nodules, reminding many in the audience of a gigantic cheese grater. To make
things more interesting and challenging Agnes was bound and supported by a rope
noosed about her neck, her legs dangling onto the sides of the apparatus. When
the lucky winners began to whip her back or breasts with a nasty length of
unyielding leather, the helpless girl cursed the fates that had brought her to
this position.
By the time the audience had toured part of the exhibit and taken their
seats once more, Mary was spread-eagled to a heavy frame, her wrists and ankles
manacled to the corners. A heavy iron collar had been locked around her neck and
the collar was secured to the framework by two links of chain. A thick studded
pole ran the width of the frame, and acted as support for Mary's extended body.
A thick rope had been affixed to the pole and looped over the teen's midriff.
There was a wheel at one end of the pole that when operated would cause the
thick rope to be tightened down over Mary's stomach.
Mary was basically immobile, her head held fast in the collar. One of
the assistants to the grand inquisitor knelt down beside her and unceremoniously
jammed the end of a large funnel down her throat until she gagged. Mary was now
about to experience one of the more fiendish torments that was a mainstay of the
original inquisitors.
Father Flogg followed the letter of the law in this matter, asking Mary
to renounce the being currently in charge of her soul. She made no sign,
remaining calm with her eyes fixed on the sky above her. The teen's breathing
had not changed since they put her into this cruel apparatus; she appeared to be
prepared for whatever they intended to do to her. She did not have long to wait.
The man kneeling beside her began to slowly and carefully pour water
from a large flagon into the funnel. He filled it to the brim and then allowed
Mary a few moments to swallow this initial draught. Once again the funnel was
filled to its brim, and Mary swallowed. As time went on he gave the sinner less
and less time to rid the funnel of its contents. Soon he was pouring water more
slowly but constantly.
The audience became excited when her belly began to round and then swell
from all the water she had been forced to consume. Finally the flagon was empty.
Mary's chest was rising and falling more rapidly now, for she had strained to
avoid being choked by the onslaught of liquid. A second flagon was produced and
the process resumed; Mary's stomach was now bloated to near its capacity. She
began to writhe against the steel that kept her immobilized. Her eyes were now
blinking rapidly as she struggled to contain her panic.
Another assistant began to slowly turn the wheel controlling the pole
beneath her body, making the thick rope begin to cut into her bulging belly.
Mary struggled against this new torment but failed to prevent the awful force
that was crushing her stomach and lungs. Suddenly the funnel flew from her mouth
and was instantly replaced by a fountain of water that erupted from her throat.
Mary's face grew pale as it was nearly impossible for her to draw breath
as long as this torrent of water was blocking access to her lungs. The two men
kneeling beside her were splashed by the warm water issuing from her roiling
stomach. This unmeant slight to their good offices would eliminate any thought
of mercy or charity on their part. The heretic must be made to confess her sins,
no matter what the cost to her well being. The moment she ceased vomiting water
from her mouth, the funnel was jammed back into place and another draught was
poured.
When she was questioned a second time, Mary summoned up enough strength
to declare that she was not renouncing what was not there. This cheeky reply was
rewarded with two back to back draughts that made her appear to be pregnant and
at least a month overdue.
Once again the rope was winched deep into her swollen stomach resulting
in another awesome fountain spewing water many feet into the air. The young
ladies of the camp tittered when Mary began to relieve her swollen bladder. Her
piss arced into the air and splashed down just short of the first row of
dignitaries, many of whom scattered in surprise and dismay at the prospect of
being pissed on by this devil in human form. One of the assistants placed a
cloth over the teen's genitals to staunch the powerful flow somewhat.
A new tactic was introduced that also increased the interaction between
the campers and the heretic. Girls were chosen at random to each take a turn
pouring a large cup of water into the funnel. Some poured it slowly, others
rapidly, some paused every so often, others did all of the above. It was
impossible for Mary to control her swallowing under such conditions and she
began to choke, making things get even worse. The audience sat forward on their
seats watching the teen's face turn to an angry red and then gradually fade to a
pale blue as her lungs began to fill with water.
The wheel turned again, this time more quickly as Mary appeared to be
struggling for her very life. She recovered quite slowly this time, and the
grand inquisitor allowed her more time to regain her composure. He nodded his
head and water began to once more fill the funnel as he leaned forward and said
to her, "I have all the time that it will take to make you see the wisdom of
confessing your sins and begging for forgiveness and mercy. The first plea I
might entertain, you will never know the latter."
The fact that at this moment Mary's bladder once more emptied its
contents into the air made it appear that she was deriding the efforts of the
grand inquisitor to make her see the light. It would not go well for her the
rest of this first day under examination. Father Flogg declared a recess to
allow the campers to have lunch and take another part of the tour through the
exhibition housed beside the platform.
Mary received no such consideration. Instead she was securely gagged and
left to roast in the heat of the day, her naked body slowly yielding to the
cruel rays of the sun. Her golden skin began to take on a mottled coloration.
Poor Agnes was once more reduced to acting like a crash test dummy for
the admiring throng of campers and invited Church dignitaries. All the talk
however was about what had transpired on the stage this morning. The redhead
dutifully allowed herself to be placed on the crude rack so she could be
stretched by not only those chosen by lot, but also many of the other invited
guests who seemed to thoroughly enjoy the cries and yelps they forced from her.
The demonstration of the strappado was truncated substantially for fear
that she would be seriously harmed. Instead of having her hands tied tightly
behind her back and then attached to the hanging rope, she was bound with her
hands in front of her body. In this way the amount of stress on her shoulders
was tremendously reduced when her fall was abruptly terminated. Another
component of this torture, namely the distance through which the sinner fell
before being stopped by the rope, was also reduced by nearly half. Despite this,
Agnes' shoulders ached so badly that she was kept awake nearly half the night.
The sun was well past its zenith when the grand inquisitor once more
asked Mary the question, and again was answered by her silence. A variation of
the water cure was now employed. Rubber shims were jammed into the sinner's
mouth to keep it propped open. A long cloth was then placed across her gaping
entry way and water was very slowly poured into the cloth which captured enough
to make it begin to enter her. It was slow going, but gradually more and more of
the cloth began to disappear into her mouth and start its journey down her
throat. This had the effect of gradually depriving Mary of air.
Her eyes began to bulge from the strain of trying to gain enough air to
take an occasional breath. More and more water was poured into the cloth and
Mary's face took on a bluish tint as her body trembled. The assistant looked up
to Father Flogg for guidance and received a short nod for him to continue. Mary
fell into a swoon and began to swallow more and more of the water saturated
cloth, now completely depriving her of precious air. Finally the old priest
nodded for the man to remove the cloth from the teen's throat and allow her to
breath once more.
It took smelling salts to bring Mary back to consciousness. Then the
process was repeated as the audience shifted nervously in their seats, watching
the unequal struggle that once more resulted in the teen strangling as her
airway was totally blocked by the cloth. This time she was revived with a great
deal of difficulty and so the grand inquisitor determined that she would be
exposed to a new challenge. It was most appropriate that fire, the opposite of
water would now be used on the servant of the Evil One.
Since it would require some time to remove the heavy structure from the
stage and erect the frame that would hold Mary while she was questioned anew,
Father Flogg declared a recess. Once more Agnes Watson, still a solo act, was
called upon to demonstrate the capabilities of some of the more direct methods
of convincing heretics to recant.
The poor girl was hung from various crosses and stands as well as
suspended and weighted using a system of pulleys and what appeared to be
trapezes. Each was designed for one purpose only, to present various portions of
the sinner's anatomy to the heated irons, baskets of glowing coals and cauldrons
of flame that would be situated beneath or before her straining body. This part
of the tour dovetailed neatly with what was about to occur on the main stage.
Mary was now stretched to a vertical, rectangular frame allowing easy
access to all of her body. Despite the terrible torments to which she had been
subjected, the teen appeared none the worse for wear. The lengthy recess had
given her time to regroup and she resolved that she would yet triumph over the
evil priest and his cohorts. The grand inquisitor intoned the question as he had
done so many times before and Mary still stubbornly refused to give him the
slightest satisfaction with her silence.
What was done next lacked any degree of subtlety. A flaming torch was
pulled from the stand that held a mass of glowing coals as well as numerous
irons and a set of pinchers designed to tear the flesh from the hapless victim.
The torch was passed across Mary's face as she recoiled from the heat. It left
her eyebrows singed and a bright rash on those parts of her face it had briefly
touched. Flogg once more asked the question and received no answer. The next
pass went across her pert breasts, slowing slightly to allow the flame to kiss
her nipples, as she cried out in pain and fear.
The assistant now changed his tactics, poking the fiery brand into her
body wth quick short jabs, leaving a trail of small blisters in his wake. Mary
cried out again and again as the brand moved down to her stomach and then her
thighs. She cringed in terror as he paused to refresh the torch, reaching out to
rub her genitals that were so lewdly displayed by the way in which she was tied.
Once more she was questioned and no response was forthcoming. Flogg nodded his
head and the torch was once more passed, not poked, up and down the length of
her pink fleshed slit. This time she gave a full throated scream as her private
parts gave up their moisture to the power of the flame.
There was total silence, as if no one in the crowd dared breathe for
fear of causing some terrible catastrophe. The only sounds came from the hissing
torch and Mary's short intakes of air as she struggled to avoid giving into this
terrible fear that was building within her. Now the torturer was behind the teen
and he played the torch across her shoulder blades as she whimpered, then he
moved down her back in a zig-zag fashion, pausing ever so slightly in random
places to give Mary a better taste of the pain that he could provide.
Mary wrenched furiously against her bonds when he played the torch just
beneath her rounded bottom, letting the flame lick at her tender flesh as she
screamed herself hoarse. Once more it was audience participation time; two young
ladies were chosen to spread Mary's buttocks wide apart to allow her torturer to
play the torch over her winking brown eye. This time her screams rose higher and
higher, the tone wavering as the pain rippled across that tender spot. Suddenly
the tormented teen shuddered and passed out.
It seemed as if everyone in the audience now took a deep breath and
began to excitedly discuss what they had just witnessed. It took some moments
for the girl to be revived, and a few more for the assembled campers and
dignitaries to settle themselves back down. A new torment involving fire now
took center stage.
A large bowl of a yellowish substance was brought to the torturer. He
took a small scoop, collected some of the powder and then very carefully
sprinkled it down the sides of her naked body, beginning at her armpits and
letting the powder coat her ribcage as well. He donned a heavy glove and quickly
reached into the stand, withdrawing one of the glowing irons, which he touched
to her rib cage.
Immediately the entire area coated with the mysterious powder seemed to
explode as Mary made eerie sounds that could not be described. As quickly as the
substance burned, it extinguished itself, leaving a patch of reddened skin where
it had been, as well as an angry blister where the iron had bit into her flesh.
Another touch to her other side created the same brief coating of fire, more
screams and the vague hint of cooked flesh. Mary began to whimper as a new
coating of yellow was applied to the insides of her thighs. She pleaded, even
begged to be spared from this devilish torment, but once again a glowing iron
was pressed into her flesh, not once, but twice as her tender thighs were
roasted.
The audience was almost in a frenzy as Mary seemed to be ready to
capitulate, her spirit on the verge of being broken. The grand inquisitor sensed
impending victory over this stubborn creature. More powder was applied to her
breasts, a second layer added to what had already adhered to her sweating skin.
The glowing iron ignited one of her breasts and Mary keened as if in the throes
of her death agonies. This time the fire burned deeper, eating away at the
tender flesh beneath her skin. Her head sank to her chest briefly then jerked up
as the other pert mound burst into flame. Voices from the crowd began to scream
and curse, " Die creature of the darkness...., Die bitch......, Burn, burn,
burn....." It was as if a pack of ravening wolves had joined in for the kill.
The torturer was in total command of his victim. "Once more or perhaps
twice, and this evil servant of the Dark One will be confessing to the skies."
He thought. Rather than possibly being deprived of the piece de resistance if
she broke immediately, he decided to burn her vulva, that tempting, pouting mass
of pink flesh that seemed even to have power over himself if he dwelt too long
on its presence.
Mary gibbered madly as he rubbed first one layer, then another and
finally a thick third coating of this terrible substance to every part of her
pubes. This time he held the length of the incandescent rod to the lips of her
sex and bellowed like some wild animal, exalting in his power over the strange
creature that now writhed in pain before him. Mary's body twisted and turned and
incomprehensible noises came from her lips as her secret place sizzled and
burned, leaving her mound a mass of raw blistered flesh from which rose a stench
that sickened those who encountered it.
Father Flogg may have been the only person there who was not screaming
with joy over this supposed victory over Mary, or whatever was controlling her.
Through it all he had yet to hear her yield to his dominion. A second even more
troubling thought began to intrude. Why had her master deserted her? Worse
still, when had this occurred? Had the evil being merely secreted itself within
one of the members of the audience?
He was so deep in thought that it took him some time before becoming
aware that the torturer and the audience were looking toward him, expecting to
hear his question once more asked, and believing that this time she would
provide the answer they sought. It was not to be. A cold fury froze all feelings
in him. He glanced at the man tormenting the teen and gave the grim sign for her
questioning to continue.
There was a murmur of disbelief that crackled through the audience.
Flogg thought to himself that these people were not very familiar with the
hisory of the Inquisition. It was common knowledge that many heretics required
days of almost constant torture before they finally yielded themselves up. This
young woman was just another example of the power of evil. It would take much
more before she bowed down to the holy Church which he represented.
Mary became hysterical when the man began to pour a steady stream of the
yellow powder down the cleft between her buttocks. It was the very same material
supposed to announce the presence of the devil, sulfur, common to many parts of
the world, and traditionally used to make the sinner see the folly of resisting
the power of the Church back in the days when it ruled the continent.
This time he did the job himself, using one hand to pry apart her
cheeks, revealing her anal entrance. His other hand drove the freshly heated
iron directly into that wrinkled brown eye. Mary howled and foamed at the mouth,
then lapsed into a deep trance from which she could not be roused.
( To be continued )
