Gail felt them hosing her off, and sluicing the shit down some sort of drain, she supposed. They shoved the hose into her rectum and kept pushing as the water spewed out her anus around the hose. She could feel the hose turning a corner, reaching way up inside her almost to her ribs, before they stopped rinsing her out. "Should we?" asked Esther.

"Why not." replied Wendy. "She'll enjoy it."

Curled up as she was, Gail's vulva was thrust upward and outward. They positioned the hose at the upper juncture of Gail's outer labia and taped it in position, so that the water ran down her genital groove like a river down a canyon. The initial thrust of the water beat on her clitoris, and then it ran between her inner labia, making them flutter, and swirled around the entrance to Gail's vagina, before it finally splashed to the floor. She had never felt anything even vaguely like it, an unrelenting stimulation of her clitoris and vagina which sent tingles through her. The sensation built and built, until Gail experienced an orgasm the like of which she hadn't even dreamed of, reading romance novels about explosions in the loins.

No sooner had she caught her breath than it started building again, slowly but relentlessly, until once again her mind was blown by a super orgasm. Then there was another and another. The cumulative effect was like a drug. She had no conception of time; everything was in the present, and each orgasm was like the very first, for she could hardly remember the last. She lost track of time and number, fifty? A hundred? Who cared? Unlike a finger or a vibrator, the water didn't rub her sensitive membranes, so they did not get sore or numb from overstimulation.

Sometime, hours later?, they ripped off the hose and lifted Gail down from her hook. "Need a drink?"

"Yes, please. And I'm very hungry."

"You can have a Coke. You can't have anything solid, after all the work we did cleaning you out." They untied her, but left the blindfold on. They put her on her feet, but she was too wobbly to stand, so they let her sit and sip her drink. The doorbell rang.

"Back to work, bitch." Wendy answered the door, while Esther bent Gail over a bar stool, belly down, and tied her hands and feet to the rungs of the stool. Her rump was uppermost, and her head was somewhere near her knees. The visitors were several men. They raped her ass and stuffed their dicks down her throat, but never bothered with her vagina. Gail thought she must have swallowed a cup of cum, and another cupful was running down her thighs. There was no pleasure in it, only a sore jaw and a burning ass hole. Another few visitors came in, and it was more of the same, except that one "client" douched her ass with a bottle of soda, unwilling to take sloppy seventeeth. Another, when he was done, left a burning cigarette in her anus and watched her squirm as it burned down and heated the tender skin around the anus. She was saved from a serious burn only by the timely arrival of another man, who was impatient for her ass.

When more customers failed to show up, the women made Gail eat out their pussies and then tied her, spread-eagle, on a bed, where she was able to get some sleep.

Morning, however, brought more torment. Two more lesbians showed up, and the four of them made Gail go down on them. One even insisted Gail "rim" her anus. By now, Gail was light-headed from hunger and abuse; she hardly cared, just did what she was told. Someone put a vacuum cleaner hose over Gail's left nipple and tried to suck her breast into it. That hurt. One put Gail on her back on the floor, then sat on Gail's stomach while she used a rolling pin on Gail's breasts. Three of them held Gail down while someone poured nail polish remover over Gail's clit, laughing as Gail thrashed and screamed and cursed them all for burning her cunt.

One of them said, "I've never seen it done. Let's hang her by her tits."

"OK, I've got some clothesline." It took some experimentation, but they finally had Gail's breasts looking like round, ripe tomatoes, and they hauled her up until her toes left the floor. The pain wasn't as bad as the nail polish in the cunt, and there was even a sexually stimulating component, some sort of nervous connection with her crotch. Still, the women decided to stop Gail's protests with a gag. Then they took turns whipping her with a cane or a fishing rod or such, all over, even her tortured tits, until her body was a mass or red welts. They lifted her ankles and held them far apart, while someone poured a hot liguid over Gail's pubic hair, all the way back to her anus. The liquid cooled to a semi-solid mass. They must have embedded an eye or a rope in the mass, for when the women released Gail's ankles, she did not fall. She hung there, almost upside down, with most her weight supported by her pubic hair. With a ripping noise her entire pubic bush tore loose from her body. Her pelvis dropped and she swung like a pendulum from her bound breasts.

A phone rang, and Wendy answered it. "Got a customer." They lowered Gail to the floor and unwound the rope from around her tortured tits. The sensation, as blood flow was restored, overwhelmed her. A finger slid between her labia. "Yup, she's wet. We'd better get her cleaned up."

"Should we wash off that awful eye make-up?"

"Naw, let's just leave the blindfold on. Help me massage her tits, so they will look fairly normal, and then, while we wait, she can lick our pussies.

Gail was in no shape to resist whatever they wanted to do to her. She was tired, thirsty, hungry, and bruised all over. The blindfold prevented her seeing; she didn't even know where she was or what time of day it was. She just couldn't think straight. He jaws and tongue were tired by the time the buyers arrived.

The buyers examined the goods, and seemed happy to get a good looking teen-age girl. "You say she's a virgin?"

"Oh, yes." assured Wendy. "She's never had a man's prick in her cunt."

"Is that so, girl?"

"Yes."

"OK, we'll take her off your hands." Gail, still blindfolded and with her wrists taped behind her back, was stuffed into a trunk. The lid was closed. The trunk was carried out and placed in a vehicle. Gail could not tell the time, but it seemed a long ride, with not many stops, so she concluded they were no longer in New Orleans, were likely in a rural area. She felt the trunk being lifted and carried and dropped on a hard floor.

When the lid was opened, they hauled Gail out and stood her, naked, barefoot, on a wooden floor. The tape which bound her wrists and the blindfold were removed. She saw that she was in a place like a church, but it was crazy. The candles were black. Behind the altar was a heavy wooden cross, but it was upside down, with the crossbar at the bottom. Her new "owners" were dressed in black hooded robes, like monks, except that some were women who let their robes fall open. They were naked underneath, with their pubic hair removed. The one in charge seemed to be an older woman with pendulous breasts and an apron of fat that hung half way over her cunt. She wore a heavy gold chain with a pentacle pendant. Number two was thin and wrinkled and toothless. She looked as if she had died and been dried out, a walking corpse.

"Welcome to the church of Saint Syphilis." said the fat one. She wheezed a little laugh. "It's All Hallows Eve, Halloween, time for a black mass, and you are the guest of honor, our human sacrifice."

The words, "human sacrifice." really got Gail's attention. Not even thinking, she bolted for the door, though the chances of escaping, naked, out in the bayous of Louisiana, were pretty slim. She didn't get twenty feet before she was tackled and buried under robed bodies. "Shall I pluck her eyes out?" asked the thin one.

"She won't escape." replied the fat one. "Let her see what's in store." Turning to some of the "sisters", she added."Put some weights in that trunk. We're going to have to sink the body when we are through. Before we start the service,we need to make the communion wine and consecrate the host."

Struggle was useless. They lifted the cross down and laid it on the altar. They lifted Gail and placed her on her back, atop the cross. Her feet they pulled apart and bound to the cross beam, the soles flat against what would be the vertical surface of the cross. Necessarily, then, her knees were bent, even as her "virgin" cunt was obscenely displayed between her widespread thighs. Somehow, it was worse, with no pubic hair. It was all so exposed. They bent her arms back and tied her hands to the upright of the cross, behind her head. The dried up hag brought communion wafers. She fingered Gail's exposed labia and clitoris until her vagina fairly oozed pussy juice. Then each wafer was dipped into Gail's exposed vagina, until they had several dozen. For the communion wine, they needed virgin's blood. The fat one teased Gail's clit to stiffness, then deftly sliced the tip off with a razor. The erect clitoris, like an erect penis, is engorged with blood. Gail howled with despair, if not actual pain, as she half filled a silver communion chalice. While the thin witch added wine and stirred, the monks picked up the cross and erected it behind the altar.

Now Gail was "crucified" on an upside down cross. With her arms beside her ears, she could not support any of her weight with her arms. Her strangely spread and bent lower limbs, with her toes pointed straight down, had to support her, but the strain on her muscles was extreme, much as it was when she was straining to keep the bottle from stretching her anus. The church filled with "monks" and "nuns", who genuflected before Gail and took their places, standing, for the service. Blood from her severed clitoris dribbled from between her legs until the fat one cauterized the wound, stopping the bleeding, with a glowing hot poker. "The Devil's mark!" she said, louder than Gail's sobs of anguish, and she drew a pentagram on Gail's hairless mons veneris, just above her labia.

The mass itself was incomprehensible, recited in Latin, backwards. Gail caught very few words, but she heard from time to time the names of devils or demons: Magog, Baal, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Astaroth, Abbaddou, Azazel, Belial, Leviatian, Mammon, Pafman, Ariton, and, several times, Satan. At one point, the fat one turned to Gail, proclaimed, "Satan's penis", and thrust a huge, spiked phallus into Gail's virgin vagina. The invading tool was supported by a telescoping rod, braced against the crossbar of the cross, so Gail needed every bit of effort to hold her body up. If her knees bent even a bit more, Satan's rod would rend her vagina. Her sobs and cries nearly drowned out the rest of the ritual, as she pleaded for relief. It was not coming.

As the ceremony ended, the thin witch touched Gail with a cattle prod, sending a jolt of electricity through her anus and perineum. Her muscles contracted, momentarily lifting her up, so the barbed penis lacerated her vaginal walls. Then, exhausted, her muscles gave out, and she sank down on the Devil's tool, which displaced her womb and tore into her abdominal cavity. She knew then that she was going to die. Even if she were rescued, she would die of peritonitis over the next few days, and there was no way a surgeon could repair her ruined sex organs. She sank further, almost squatting as the spiked penis tore through her guts. She did not suffer much longer, however, for, to the accompaniment of chanting, the Satanic priestess took a box cutter and slit Gail from between her breasts, down the midline of her belly, almost to the Devil's brand above her stuffed and ruined cunt. Initially, the incision didn't hurt much, for the blade was sharp and it was cutting through connective tissue. However, when the witch thrust both hands into Gail's abdomen and began to pull out loops of intestines. Gail shrieked and fainted, never to regain consciousness.

- The End -