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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
- Chapter 24
The fat functionary leaned closer to Mary,
the teen's face contorted from the pain that originated in her guts as the
machine suctioned every drop of moisture from her stomach lining and then
sought new sources from which to extract any type of liquid or even solids that
might be pulled from the interior walls of the teenager's writhing body. What
was collecting in the catch basin was tinged with blood at first, then
miraculously became translucent. The others working on Agnes were intrigued by
the way the teen was handling the assault on her innards by the machine. One by
one they drifted over to take a peek at what was happening.
Mary's midsection was now extremely
concave in shape from the relentless vacuuming of her insides. Despite this,
her face had become serene, her breathing slow and steady, her arms and legs
relaxed, no longer straining to be freed of the restraints. When she closed her
eyes, to all extent and purposes she appeared sound asleep. Her poise
infuriated the official who looked as if he was on the verge of an apoplectic
fit. It was at this point there came a knocking at the door, which grew in
volume and frequency.
One of the underlings finally unlocked the
door and spoke to the person doing the knocking. What she said did not sit well
with the man, who flung the door wide and stormed into the crowded area with an
angry look on his stern visage. One of the security folk recognized the turned
collar and what it signified. This was a representative of the church and he
was looking for his charges who had been spirited away by security personnel.
As it turned out, father Fleshman was one of the local cardinal's assistants,
and very well connected with all sorts of secular organizations including the
one to which the fat fuctionary reported.
It did not look too good for the security
people occupying this room. It would be a tough sell to explain how two teenage
members of the church who were about to join their peers in attending an important
conference in Europe were somehow detained and subjected to some serious
violations of their person. Before anyone could react he pulled out a small
digital camera and began snapping away as evidence for his accusations. The
security leader pulled his weapon and ordered the cleric to hand over the
camera and then lie on the floor so he could be searched.
The thing that saved the fat fool from
ending his pitiful career right, then and there, was the arrival of another
higher ranked member of the security force, one wearing epaulets. He
immediately ordered the one waving the weapon to holster it and report to this
office and wait until he returned to discuss this matter. In less time than it
takes to tell, Mary and Agnes were freed, given their clothing and escorted to
a place were they could dress and refresh themselves.
In the meantime, the cardinal's aide and
the official discussed what had taken place and mutually agreed that it was all
a terrible mistake. Strangely enough, the churchman offered to have the two
teens restrained and separated from the rest of conference attendees during the
flight, as a gesture of good will. His offer was speedily accepted with thanks
and so ended this fiasco, from this end that is.
Dealing with Mary and Agnes was another
subject altogether. If the two teens realized that this churchman had been
specifically tasked with making certain that they got to the conference in one
piece, they might have been flattered at first, but then curious, especially
Mary, about why they had been singled out for such treatment?
Their rescuer was waiting for them when
they were released. He insisted on escorting them to the aircraft and making
sure they were properly seated. The pair were astonished to discover that they
were going to be seated in the front of the plane, in first class no less! They were even more surprised when they were
allowed to board first, even before the rest of the first class passengers.
Surprise number three was not as pleasant once they saw their accommodations.
They passed through the first class galley and were shown to their quarters, a
small cabin, perhaps ten feet by six located behind a curtain and a locked
door.
A pair of hard-faced nuns wearing black
civilian clothing greeted them. The teens gasped in shock at what they saw.
Bolted to the floor of the tiny cabin were two structures of metal and leather
that featured manacles and straps for restraining whoever occupied them. These
structures were modified versions of physical training machines minus the
weights and pulleys, not something with which the teens might be familiar. The
first thing the girls noticed were the curved, polished metal cylinders that
were fixed to the seatlike platforms. Two hollow steel rods were welded to the
column that supported the platform and jutted out from below the platform at an
oblique angle. To Mary the arrangement of the rods reminded her of the table
used when she was given a pelvic examination.
The lead nun, sister Styx, ordered the
teens to strip to the skin and be quick about it. Mary knew the drill and
immediately complied, but poor Agnes just stood there like a deer in the
headlights. That is until the other nun, sister Tortura, landed a roundhouse
right to the teen's head, knocking her sideways and against the wall of the
cabin. She yanked the sobbing girl to her feet by her golden tresses and warned
her of worse things to come if she didn't rid herself of her clothing
immediately.
By then Mary Katherine Gallagher was down
to her frilly, half-cup, white bra and matching thong bikinis. The nuns stared
at her underwear, such as it was, and glowered. Sister Tortura licked her lips
eagerly when Mary's firm, ripe squeezies popped into view. Her companion
wrinkled her face in disgust at this wanton display of flesh. However in her
mind she was using her strap between Mary's spread thighs to show her the price
of impertinence.
Soon both teens were naked, then the fun
began. They watched while the nuns coated the cylinders with some kind of lubricant,
then motioned for the teens to mount them. Once again Agnes got herself in big
trouble by flatly refusing the order. Mary grimaced but gingerly attempted to
make her chocolate starfish relax sufficiently to allow the entry of the metal
invader. Slowly, inch by grim inch, her anus swallowed the thick length of
curved metal until her bouncy buns made contact with the platform. Quickly the
two nuns manacled her wrists to a hook above her head that stretched her arms
to their limits. Thick straps girded her firm tapering thighs and long legs in
a number of places, anchoring them securely to the two rods that in time would
exhibit a capability called articulation that tested her taut, lithe, limber
body to its limits.
Agnes had made herself a problem child for
the two nuns and they were determined to put her in her place right now. They
wrestled the struggling girl over to the platform and jammed her down onto the
phallic representation without any consideration for her tight, tender butthole
that was in no state to easily accept the fat length of metal that bored deep
into her bowels. To keep her hollering to a minimum they stuffed her mouth with
both thong bikinis and used duct tape to hold them in place.
Her wrists were fettered in similar fashion
to Mary's, but her lower extremities were not only attached to the rods, they
were spread and then bent at the joints so she was in constant pain, muscles
and tendons stressed to their limits. As an added burden for her body to
accommodate, they placed a wide strap of leather across her chest, flattening
her firm youthful tits in the process and cinched it so tight that Agnes could
barely draw breath.
The nuns checked outside to see if the
aircraft was taking on passengers yet. They only met the flight crew, two men
and a woman, and the cabin crews, four ladies and one male to handle first
class and coach. Each member had been selected by a papal assistant, based on
their loyalty to the church, experience and expertise. None were married, but
as Mary and Agnes were to discover, all of them had huge sexual appetities. The
flight was a nonstop, in the air for better than six hours, plenty of time to
introduce themselves, in more ways than one, to the two teenagers now securely
restrained and locked away in a terrorist proof cabin similar to the flight
deck.
The nuns wasted no time making sure that
every member of the flight crew from the captain to the lowliest steward took a
look at the captive teenagers. The blonde woman, second in command, was most
attracted to the gagged Agnes, even going so far as to insert a manicured
middle finger into the teen's tight twat, checking for wetness, then
withdrawing and holding it beneath the girl's nose while she grinned and
flicked her tongue like a snake about to strike. One of the cabin crew was most
taken with Mary and she removed her panties demurely and stuffed them into the
captive teen's mouth for safe keeping, she said. Sister Styx used more of the
duct tape to make sure they remained properly secured within the teenager's
mouth.
Minutes after the last of the crew had
been identified by name, the cabin containing the captives was locked and the
first passenger arrived in first class, a tall, thin cleric in his late fifties
with glittering eyes and a shaved head that had seen much exposure to the
elements including the sun. Joining him was father Fleshman, who had rescued
the teens from the hands of the airport security people. The two nuns took
their seats and waited for their mother superior and her personal assistant, a
gorgeous young woman in her early twenties, to make their entrance.
They arrived late and breathless; it
seemed they had some problems with airport security that resulted in the mother
superior's assistant being made to submit to a strip search tha included a full
cavity examination using billy clubs while she was naked and handcuffed. The two clerics exchanged knowing glances and
brief smiles. It seems that the meeting with the high level official in airport
security had paid a nice dividend, including pictures that were safely tucked
away in the cleric's valise.
A few minutes later the doors were closed
and the chartered plane wa cleared for takeoff. There came a cheer from the
teenage representatives seated in the coach area as the plane taxied to its
runway. After a few minutes delay the engines roared to life and the plane with
its precious cargo sped down the runway and lifted into the sky, another
miracle given to mankind by the creator. Mary Katherine Gallagher's new summer
camp adventure had now truly begun.
( To be continued - lex ludite )
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