The torment of Casey

XVII

Casey drifted in and out of consciousness. The room was hot and stuffy. The fans were on but they were not on her. They were loud, so loud that she couldn’t here the comings and goings of anybody. But she knew that there were people coming and going as she lay immobilized on the table, her arms secured to the posts behind her, her legs spread and folded at the knee and secured so she couldn’t move an inch, her mouth gagged, her throat parched, two IV lines in her arms pumping her with fluids and an occasional sedative to numb her, the bright light on her face, forcing her to keep her eyes shut, the throbbing between her legs, the sharp jolt of cold water on her pussy prior to someone descending on her with brute force, sliding into her with no compassion, ramming her with primal male hardness, ending with a burst of sticky cum that dribbled out of her as they withdrew. The cum dribbled down towards her butt crack, clinging to the many hard curls of hair that were tangled around her most intimate and no-longer private parts. The plug in her ass was pushed deep so that with everything thrust of her tormentor the plug moved ever so slightly, keeping her constantly sodomized, as the Pastor loved to remind her.

She couldn’t hear her stomach growling. They kept her well-hydrated throughout the time she spent on this newly-introduced repentance table, for the piss gushed out of her every hour or even more frequently, sometimes catching the withdrawing man off-guard, forcing him to return the compliment.

Casey lay there for hours, a piss and cum-soaked mess, covered in sweat and tears, unable to move or speak as the Pastor made her “toil”. Finally, at the end of a long stretch of brutality, she would be hauled off to her cell and dumped there. Somebody would come around and hose her down, squirt some toothpaste into her mouth and toss her three slices of bread and a gallon of water and leave her for the night, or day, she had no way of telling.

XVIII

Casey’s head had been freshly shaved and she now lay on the rack, stretched out but not quite to the painful limit. Her ribs were more prominent thanks to further weight loss. She recently tipped the scales at 105 pounds. She hadn’t been brought out of her cell for a few days and she was wondering what was up. The big day, day 200, had arrived and she was expected to repent and win her freedom.

The Pastor arrived, flanked by the two women. No robed me this time. He put down his bag and pulled out a device that Casey had never seen before. He set it down between Casey’s breasts so that the label faced her. She lifted her head slightly and saw the word “TASER”. She grimaced. The pastor pulled up a chair. He turned to the women, “strap her head and torso down.” The women tied the belt around Casey’s forehead and one more just under her ribcage.

The Pastor continued, “Casey, before I saw or do anything further, today is your 200th day of penance. Is there something you wish to say?”

Casey couldn’t turn her head. A cold sweat broke out all over her body. She was breathing deeply. She blinked her eyes a few times and took in a deep breath. Her heart was racing. Softly, mustering whatever strength she had left, she said in a whisper, “Jesus. I love. I love sodomy and so do you,” her voice trailed off.

“Very well,” the Pastor said, “you have chosen to remain on this path. You are aware of the fact that you do not exist to the Christian world any more. Your identity has been scrubbed from the county records. Your belongings were burned in a church bonfire. We sang and prayed around the fire. You do not exist. We have no problems keeping you here. After all, we get an unrepentant whore like you only once in a generation and we can continue to make an example out of you for years to come. Or, if you wish to go free, we can dump you at the county line, naked and leave you to the elements or some poor soul who might take pity on you, or some vagabond sodomite who might give you what you desire. Together you can engage in this behavior in the woods for years to come. After all, you know how to live like an animal.”

He picked up the taser and turned it on. A soft buzzing sound emanated from the device. One of the women turned a wheel and the legs on the rack parted. She then turned another wheel, stretching Casey out a bit more.

“Now Casey,” the Pastor said, “is there anything else you wish to say?” He brought the taser close to her ribcage, an inch from the bottom of her right breast.

“I love sodomy,” Casey whispered defiantly, the last syllable morphing into a loud wail as the Pastor pressed the taser against her ribs, jolting her momentarily.

“Again,” the Pastor said, “here’s your chance.”

Casey was bawling, “fuck off!” She yelled as the Pastor jolted her on the other side and then got up and stood between her legs, at her knees as Casey’s bladder emptied  onto the floor below her.

“Filthy pig!” the Pastor screamed, pressing the taser against her inner thigh, just an inch or so from the end of her tangled, thick bush. Without giving her a chance to say anything this time, her flipped the switch and then did the same to the other thigh. Casey’s scream grew faint as she passed out from the pain and agony.

One of the women threw a bucket of cold water onto her face. She came to, gasping for air.

“I could stuff this inside you and leave it on all day,” the Pastor screamed, waving the taser over his head.

“I love sodomy and so do you,” Casey said in a choked voice.

The Pastor held the taser firmly against Casey’s pussy, almost teasing her with it by rubbing it against her.

“You like that, don’t you? Like the tongue of a sodomite, licking your dirty loins. Or some spiked hair dyke, who craves the filth that flows from your body, who perhaps, as a precursor to stuffing you with some toy, licks you and perhaps drinks your piss.”

Casey braced for the worst as the Pastor rubbed the metal taser on her clit. Oddly enough she found it arousing, sensing the wetness that she could never avoid, even during the worst of times. That’s probably what kept the pain down as all those cocks entered her, day after day.

“Last chance Casey,” the Pastor said, his thumb on the switch.

“Whatever,” mumbled Casey as one of the women stuffed a plastic ball into her mouth. Casey bit down hard and closed her eyes.

The Pastor flipped the switch.

XIX

Casey felt the cool sea breeze bring the refreshing mist on to her body. Her feet were buried in the warm sand. She closed her eyes and took in the wonderful sensation. The mist coated her breasts making her nipples tingle. She raised her hands and ran her fingers through her hair. Her nails were shiny from the manicure. She stood in just a low-rise bikini bottom that barely covered her ass and had three narrow strings holding it in place on each side, baring plenty of her lustrous skin to the world. She felt a familiar tingle between her legs, her first Brazilian wax had heightened her senses down below but for now her smooth pussy lips were covered with the flimsy cloth of her bikini bottom.

She began to walk towards the water, ready to wade in, without a care in the world. Her companion and lover was lying on a towel, several feet away, buried in a book. Slowly she stepped into the cool water, and eventually she was neck deep and loving every moment. Here, with no one to see, she slipped her hand into her bikini bottom and felt her warmth, even in the cool water.

Then a strange feeling overcame her. She felt as though she was being pulled down and the water was swirling around her. Was she sinking into a vortex? Was this the Bermuda Triangle? Was there some horrendous undercurrent that was about to sweep her out to see? Will she survive? She was an excellent swimmer. Would she be picked up by pirates, miles from shore?

The water started to get hot and close around her. She had been pulled into the water. She held her breath but then she was pulled into the mud and through the earth. She was falling fast. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Her bikini bottom had been ripped from her. Hair began to sprout between her legs and a full bush emerged. Her neatly manicured nails turned misshaped and grubby. The Pastor glared at her from all directions, his voice booming, with a chorus of chants behind him.

She woke up with a shudder and in a cold sweat. Yes she had been dreaming. She felt a warm gush between her legs, accompanied by a tingling sensation. She turned onto her side and ignored the puddle she was lying in. She closed her eyes and tried to think about the beach but all she could see was the journey into hell.

She did fall asleep, only to be awoken by the blast of cold water that washed away the piss and sweat, leaving her soaking wet. A banana and piece of bread was thrown at her through the bars of her cell. Her water jug was filled.

Up above, the congregation gathered and re-elected the Pastor to a second three-year term. He won 86% of the vote.

And outside the church, a small group of young protestors, including the Pastor’s 19 year old daughter, held a prayer vigil with one sign, “Free Casey”.

XX

Casey woke up with a start when she heard someone scream. It had been a while since anyone else had been brought down for “penance”. The last person she heard was there briefly. She, on the other hand, was still holding out. The Pastor hadn’t even visited her in days and she hadn’t been let out of her cell the entire time. She was being watched constantly through the surveillance system and she got a visit from one of the ladies three times a day. The first visit yielded a banana and piece of bread, the second visit a paper bowl of grits and the third visit two slices of bread, a carrot and an apple. Each time they filled her water jug. She was hosed down at the first visit and given a toothbrush and strong mouthwash at the third.

Of course, she was still naked. Her hair had grown out and was tangled up. She saved the banana peel and paper bowl and used them in place of toilet paper, which had been removed from her life months ago. And her toilet, as always, was the deep hole in the concrete floor.

Her pussy tingled constantly. She had no recollection of the taser treatment. She had passed out from the intense pain. She kept her legs tight most of the time. Frequent, subtle rubbing of her thighs kept her in a state of arousal and bliss. She wanted to bury her fingers in her pussy but she knew that would result in a visit from the Pastor and his thugs.

The screams resumed. Casey thought she heard her say “No Daddy, please.” He’s torturing his own daughter? Casey knew the Pastor’s daughter. A sweet college freshman who was attending college outside the county, much to her parents’ dismay. It was a Christian college, so they were somewhat relieved. But what had she done? Casey didn’t know that Nadine was spearheading the “Free Casey” movement.

Casey heard several footsteps. She got up and pressed her face against the bars of her cell and tried to look towards the side. She could hear some chains clanging. The sounds got louder and a female voice was shouting, “move it whores!” Casey took a step back as they got closer to the cell. She watched in amazement as four naked, hooded women, each with their hands cuffed behind the backs, an iron collar around their necks and ankle cuffs in place, shuffled past her cell, followed by two of the women who routinely attended to Casey. They didn’t look at her. Casey noticed whipmarks on the backs of two of the women. She got a whiff of their sweaty bodies as they shuffled past. As the sounds faded she stepped back and sat down on the concrete ledge.

Then she heard the roar of the Pastor and more footsteps. As they came around a corner Casey noticed that he wasn’t alone. Nadine was with him. He pushed her hard and she came up against the bars of Casey’s cell. She grabbed the bars to steady herself. She was shaking and crying.

Nadine was about 5’5” and slender. Her dirty blonde hair was loosely tied. She was wearing white slacks and a pink shirt. Above her left breast was a button that read “Free Casey”. Casey’s eyes welled up when she saw that. She also noticed that Nadine’s pants were wet between her legs and down her inner thigh. Nadine grabbed the bars tightly and screamed at her father, “let her go. Let us all go. Stop this nonsense!”

The Pastor grabbed her by the hair and said, “you shut up, you ingrate!” He proceeded to push her hands through the bars and cuff them. He continued, “look at her. This is who you are praying for? Do you wish to become like her? That fancy college has given you these ideas! We should never have let you go there!

“This sodomite deserves the worst! She doesn’t deserve our prayers. There are plenty of others you can pray for. Tell me, do you love sodomy? Are you like her? Are you practicing lesbianism in college?”

“No Daddy, please stop. I just want everyone to forgive Casey and move on. What she does is none of our business,” Nadine protested.

“It is our business!” the Pastor howled, “we live by God’s standards. Not anybody elses! This isn’t Europe or Canada or California!”

“Where are my friends?” Nadine demanded to know.

“We’ll hold them until they repent.”

“Why am I not with them? I don’t deserve special treatment. Treat me as you are treating them!”

Casey got up and walked towards Nadine. “Step back!” screamed the Pastor, “don’t get your filthy hands on my daughter!”

Casey stopped inches from Nadine and said, “I love sodomy.” She then turned and looked the Pastor in the eye and said, “and so do you.”

Nadine was trembling. She was breathing fast. She said, “Daddy, lock me up with her. I refuse to go home or do anything that you say.”

“It’s not that easy. You have to earn your special place in hell,” the Pastor said.

“What about the others? Why were they marched off naked, hooded and shackled,” Casey asked.

“They are sodomites and lesbians. Also sympathetic to your cause,” the Pastor replied.

“And how am I different,” Nadine asked.

“You just are,” said the Pastor. He stepped forward and unlocked her hands. She pushed him away and took a few steps back. She began peeling off her clothes.

“Lock me up Daddy. I love sodomy,” she said, throwing her bra to the floor and unbuttoning her pants.

“Stop it, Nadine,” the Pastor said, a look of horror on his face, “put your clothes back on. We’re leaving now.”

“Why the half-ass treatment? You had me on the rack for an hour,” Nadine said, pulling her pants down and standing in her wet panties, “lock me up with the rest. Make me suffer like all of them. Treat me like and animal like the rest.” She pulled her panties down and tossed them aside. “I support Casey. I will not leave until she does.”

The Pastor stood frozen. He didn’t know what to do. Nadine walked towards her. “Come on, Daddy. Do what’s right and what’s fair. I’m an adult. I’m 19. I can say and do as I please. I answer to no one, not even God. Maybe there is no God.”

The Pastor slapped her across the face. A burning sensation went through Nadine’s cheek. She tasted blood in her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Let’s face it,” she said, her voice quivering, “if God was good and merciful, wouldn’t he have asked you to let Casey go months ago? You’re going to Hell for your treatment of her!” Her voice rose as she said the last few words.

The Pastor pulled his belt off. “Nadine,” he said as calmly as he could, “please get dressed. Don’t make me do something you will regret.”

“I’ll have no regrets,” Nadine said, dropping to her knees and leaning forward and getting on all fours. Casey watched as Nadine’s ass faced the cell. The brown hair between her legs glistened in the dim light.

“Nadine, please don’t get involved. I’ll be fine,” Casey said.

“See, even the whore wants you to listen to your father,” the Pastor said with a smirk.

“I never said that you sodomite,” Casey yelled out.

“Whip me Daddy. Lock me up. Throw away the key. Free Casey. Free her now. I love sodomy!” Nadine said defiantly.

The Pastor began lashing her with his belt. Lashes rained down on her back as she held steady on the floor. She didn’t utter a sound as he lashed her back, butt and the back of her thighs. She began to tremble after a while. Casey stood transfixed, tears in her eyes as she watched Nadine get lashed for standing up to her father. The Pastor ran out of energy before Nadine ran out of endurance. He dropped the whip and fell to the floor in prayer. Nadine remained on all fours. Tears fell to the floor. She was trembling and shaking. She slowly got up to her feet and hobbled towards the wall. She leaned against it and slowly slid down to the ground, moaning in pain.

The Pastor got up and looked at Casey, “see what you made me do?”

Just then, the two women reappeared. They looked confused at what they were seeing. The Pastor looked at them and said, “my own daughter has turned against the Church. She even denied that God exists. I can’t decide what to do with her.” He walked away.

One of the women followed him. The other offered Nadine some water. She drank it. She picked up her clothes and brought them to her. Nadine ignored the gesture.

“Don’t do this to yourself Nadine. You don’t deserve this fate,” the woman said.

“Free Casey now. Free the others now,” Nadine muttered, “free the residents of this county. Let us all live our lives.”

The other woman reappeared and summoned her colleague. They spoke in whispers. One of them kept looking at Casey who was sitting down and staring at them. Nadine remained on the floor, leaning against the wall, exhausted and in pain.

They walked up towards Nadine and pulled her up. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up and we can talk.” Nadine pulled away and screamed, “leave me alone! Lock me up right here!”

“Nadine, please don’t,” implored one of the women, who was holding her clothes. The other woman reached into her pocket and pressed the panic button. Within seconds two men appeared.

“Don’t make us hand you over to these gentlemen,” the woman said to Nadine, “you’ll get more than what you’ve bargained for.”

“I’ll take sodomy over freedom any day,” Nadine said as the men approached her. She stood her ground. The women moved aside.

“Free Casey now,” Nadine said over and over again as the men closed in. Soon they were on either side of her. She didn’t seem to care. She continued her chant. The women went away. One of them looked over at Casey. He then walked towards the cell and unlocked it. As soon as he opened the door, Nadine dashed into the cell and threw her arms around Casey. She held her in a tight embrace, tears streaming down both of their faces. Casey muttered, “thank you” over and over again. The door slammed shut.

“Separate!” one of the men screamed, “now!” Nadine let go of Casey and turned towards him.

“Never tell me what to do,” she thundered, charging at the bars.

“If you wish to be with her, you must do as we say, or else we’ll take you away to someplace very unpleasant,” the man said.

The men pulled up chairs and began to hurl instructions at Nadine. She began to follow them. For the next two hours, Nadine’s tongue did a lot of work. Casey alternated from being on all fours to lying on her back with her knees pulled up to her breasts. Nadine didn’t complain, she paused to drink water once, but she drank the “juices of the sodomite” as the men enjoyed their on-demand lesbian show. They made Casey pee into Nadine’s mouth and forced Nadine to swallow it all. “I love sodomy,” Nadine kept muttering each time she came up for air.

“When do I get to go?” Casey demanded to know. She got no response.

Meanwhile, in his office, the Pastor was watching the scene unfold on his close-circuit TV. He ignored the ringing of the phone and beeping of his e-mail inbox.  Tears streamed down his face as he clutched his Bible.

His methods, so perfect, were out of reach now that his own daughter had gone over to Casey’s side. Only he could give the orders. Only he could administer certain punishments. He felt powerless, disgusted, even betrayed. Casey might have won this battle but the war was far from over. Day 300 was approaching and he was determined to turn that into a true day of reckoning. He hoped that the four protestors would still be holding firm. But he had to rescue Nadine from the depravity that she was putting herself through. Always a stubborn girl, he thought as he composed himself and picked up the phone.

XXI

Casey was sitting up and nibbling on her carrot. Nadine was curled up on the ledge and asleep. Casey looked at her and smiled. “Thank you,” she muttered, stroking her leg, as she took another bite of the raw carrot. She picked up the water jug and drank a large amount. She was beginning to feel sleepy as well. She put the half-eaten carrot down and pulled herself off the ledge and onto the floor. She stretched out, curling her knees and laying on her side. Her back was to the bars so that the corridor light stayed out of her eyes. She closed her eyes.

She felt herself being lifted off the ground. Before she could gauge the situation a hood was pulled over her head. She smelled something sweet. The hood seemed damp. Whoever was handling her was very strong. Her arms were being pulled behind her. She tried to scream Nadine’s name but couldn’t get the words out. Then it all went blank.

When she woke up she was in pain. Her body was arched forward, her legs were spread wide and tightly shackled to the wall. Her neck was secured to the ground by a solid tube. Her arms were pulled behind her back and locked above her at an angle that made the slightest movement very painful. There was a rubber ball gag in her mouth, her teeth were sinking into the tasteless rubber. Her breasts dangled below her, her nipples were clamped. There were objects inside her: a plug in her ass and something round and firm in her pussy.

She couldn’t see Nadine, but she was right there. Her wrists were shackled to her ankles and she was on her knees, her ankles were held in place by a spreader bar, her neck was locked to the floor, her mouth virtually kissing the ground. She was positioned under Casey, her upper back directly below Casey’s pussy.

“Lesbians,” said an unfamiliar voice, “who would have thought that the Pastor’s own daughter would enjoy the female form? He is devastated, you know, unable to make any decisions about the case involving the protestors. So I’ve had to take over and administer the treatment.

“This sodomite,” he said, poking Casey in the ribs, “her been here for close to ten months and she is yet to repent. She has managed to draw others into her filthy sphere. She likes everything that goes against nature. And she has turned this young woman into a lesbian.” He kneeled behind Nadine. He held up a vibrator and switched it on. The buzzing sound filled the room. He held it against Nadine’s anus and began to push it in. Nadine, who was also gagged, let out a muffled sound as the thick vibrator stretched her and moved inside her.

“Sodomy,” the man continued, “so wrong, yet so pleasurable to some.” Nadine struggled on the floor, unable to move much as the vibrator shook inside her. In spite of the discomfort, she was getting aroused. The man switched on the vibrator that had been resting inside Casey’s pussy. He then picked up a thick leather strap.

“You both say I love sodomy,” he said, landing the first of many blows on Casey’s butt and the back of her thighs. He then proceeded to whip Nadine all over her back. Both felt their skin burn. Yet the technique was so solid, their skin simply reddened but didn’t form any marks or welts. He whipped them mercilessly. Then he removed the wet vibrator from Casey’s pussy and drove it into her ass, tossing the butt plug aside.

“Sodomy,” he said, “is a wonderful punishment. Sodomites like you deserve to rot in the bowels of the earth. Why they wash you, I don’t know. Perhaps to keep you ready for a return to the surface. The dry box is where you should be. Forever. Sips of water and scraps of bread. Licked off the floor like an animal. Your hands forever locked behind you, you ankles weighed down. In a space so tiny that you cannot turn or stand or lie down. You crouch in the dark, just able to bend over to eat off the floor. Your body rots in the heat and the filth until all thoughts of sex, pleasure and sodomy are banished from your mind. It becomes all about survival. Your stomach growls from intense hinger, your throat parched from thirst. Your teeth decay from neglect, your hair matted, your body soaked in sweat and urine, your hardened poop deposited on the floor. That’s what you deserve. If the Pastor resigns and I take over the Church, that’s where you are headed. So think about it. You have a choice. Repent now or forever regret your decision.

Neither Nadine nor Casey could say anything as they were gagged. The Pastor would never resign. His ego was too big to allow that.

The man left the room. Casey pissed all over Nadine who was still struggling with the vibrator. She tried to force it out but to no avail. The man returned soon to put her out of her misery. He unlocked Nadine and took her away. Nadine was too exhausted and dazed to protest. Casey never saw her or the man again.

The Pastor, however, was back and his first order of business was to pull the chain that worked the pulley to which Casey’s arms were attached. She thought her arms were going to come out of their sockets. He removed her gag and shoved the vibrator from her ass into her mouth, “eat this sodomite,” he growled. Casey did as told, licking the vibrator as he held it in place, shoving it into her mouth, touching her throat. Casey tried hard not to gag on it. Satisfied, he threw it down and proceeded to strip to his underwear. Then, he picked up the strap and whipped her all over, wherever he could reach. His aim was good, he even got lashes onto her pussy lips. He lashed her stomach and breasts from below. When he lashed her legs, the lash wrapped around them, giving him more coverage. Casey screamed in pain until she passed out. The pastor, drenched with sweat, got a second wind and went at it with gusto. He pulled off his underwear and stood there, fully erect in spite of the exhaustion. He went ahead and rammed Casey’s pussy with his cock while she remained unconscious. He sprayed his cum all over her ass. He was eyeing her ass. “I’m not a sodomite,” he said, stepping back.

He turned on the hose and directed it at Casey’s face, waking her up. She couldn’t lift her head to look at him, thanks to the neck restraint.

“Well, Casey, you thought you had won this time, but you were wrong. I always win. Nadine is gone, off to be treated for her sins. She will come home soon. You are going nowhere. You have much to offer, unless you repent now,” he said.

“I’ll say what I always say,” Casey muttered.

The Pastor was quick. He shoved the gag into her mouth, stifling her this time around. He picked up the vibrator, shoved it into her ass, and switched it on. He left the room.