There must have been a congregation of about fifty people seated in the forward pews of the little church. Mostly they were masked pet owners with their naked, gagged and leashed pets kneeling beside them. All were staring directly at Sally.

She stood naked and trembling in the middle of a circle of red rubber matting that had been set out in the space before the altar, which was hung with straps and chains and covered with many lighted candles. Behind it the current girl to be chained to the St Evals cross moaned softly about her gag as she writhed and squirmed about her impaling dildo. It was now capped by a metal sheath wired to a transformer and sent regular jolts through her pussy that kept it clenching and dribbling throughout the service.

Overman presided over the ceremony very much like a priest. He had even changed into black robes decorated with silver stars, like some storybook wizard. Sally hoped it was just for show and the villagers would not suddenly be revealed as secret Satanists with a taste for human sacrifice. But whatever his intentions were she simply hoped that he would act them out quickly and get it over with.

Her arms were cuffed above her head to a long chain dangling from a roof beam. Her right leg was also pulled upwards by a second cuff and chain until her foot was higher than her head. Her left leg was cuffed to a ring set in the middle of the mat and bolted to the floor, so that she could not lift it to ease the strain. The tension bent and bowed her chest and waist sideways until her hips were almost at right angles to the floor as she was made to perform this most extreme version of the splits. The muscles of her inner thighs stood out and the bare mound of her sex and the mouth of her anus were totally exposed. She shivered and trembled and bit on the gag that filled her mouth to stifle her whimpers of fear.

'Welcome to you all,' Overman said, raising his hands as though in benediction. 'In St Evals we celebrate the possession and mastering of the female body. It is a form ideally designed to give pleasure. A woman's breasts are made for suckling, confining and ringing; her buttocks for grasping and beating, and her orifices for penetration and the weeping of sweet juices. These pleasures can be given freely, or they can be taken by those strong willed enough to command them. Even in the depths of suffering a woman's body can be enjoyed. Some even say they are at their most pleasurable when there are tears in their eyes...'

As he spoke these sonorous phrases, he was moving around Sally and adding to her misery. He hung lead weights on her nipple rings, stretching her tender flesh. Then he pulled down another chain from the ceiling. On its end was a large metal hook with a bulbous tip. This he slid up into her anus, making her groan as it entered her. Then he drew it tight until her bottom bulged, almost lifting her off the ground until she stood on tiptoe. As the hook twisted within her rectum the pressure made her pussy mouth bulge even further, its lips gaping. He clipped light chains to her labia rings and coiled them around her thighs, drawing them tight so that her inner lips were peeled back to expose her pink glistening sex valley: the dark crinkled mouth of her vagina, her tiny, red-rimmed urethra, and the fleshy hood of her clitoris, which was perversely swollen and prominent.

Overman ran his fingers through her cleft, which was, due to the unnatural posture of her body, now almost horizontal. Sally snivelled and flinched and twisted between the chains that stretched her from floor to ceiling as he felt her and probed her gaping passage. Overman held his wet fingers aloft for the congregation to see.

'See! Even in her misery she is wet and juicy and ready to be used! She is a true pet and cannot help but express her inner desires. She will give you pleasure even as she suffers...'

He picked up a spanking paddle from the altar and positioned himself behind Sally. Slowly he drew the narrow rubber paddle head through the gaping maw of her sex, and then he drew back his hand and swiped.

The crack of rubber on tender girl flesh rang out through the church. Sally screamed in pain as the full power of the blow smacked into her soft wet inner love mouth. The impact flattened her clitoris and drove the juices back inside her vagina. She had never felt anything quite so terrible.

Again and again Overman beat her defenceless sex until it glowed red and the insides of her thighs blushed with the heat being driven through it. With every blow the paddle blade came away wet with her juices which were splattering across her inner thighs and trickling down them, giving a lie to the shrieks and sobs of pain she was making and the saliva dribbling about her gag. She was twisting wildly about in her chains, but she was totally unable to escape the terrible punishment. She was strung out as taut as a piano wire and she could not evade the paddle blade.

And then came the climax. Terrible pressure had built inside her until it could no longer be denied. With a desperate sob Sally surrendered to it. A hot hissing stream spurted sideways from her pussy hole with such power that it went beyond the edge of the mat and onto the stone flagged floor of the church. At the same terrible wonderful moment, an orgasm took hold of her of such intensity as she had never known before. A spray of orgasmic juices joined the stream and splattered out from her widespread thighs, twinkling and sparkling in the candlelit air. Caught up between absolute pleasure and pain, Sally wailed and then fainted.

* * *

Sally recovered her senses to find she was now lying on her back. Her legs were still spread but they were drawn out sideways, as were her arms. There were heavy cuffs about her wrists and ankles and across the front of her neck. Then she realised that she was lying on the church altar with the tall candles glowing about her. Her open groin and stinging, simmering pussy mouth, wet and sticky with her discharged water and juices, was facing down the length of the church at the congregation, with her bottom just overhanging the lip of the altar. Overman was standing behind the altar looking down at her and smiling knowingly. Beyond him she could see the gently twitching body of the girl strapped to the St Evals cross.

She recalled what she had done, and her cheeks burned. She had wet herself and orgasmed at the same time in front of fifty people! The shame of it was almost worse than the pain in her blazing pussy.

Overman raised his hands again. 'Now let us enjoy this pet as nature intended...'

And one by one the congregation came up to the altar, some leading their pet girls with them. As the girls squatted down and watched with eyes filled with lust, curiosity or fear, their masters rammed their hard cocks up Sally's vagina or rectum according to their choice. And when they were done and had pulled out of her, their pets were made to lick their cocks clean, tasting the juices of their unfortunate fellow pet.

While Sally was being screwed, Overman had taken up one of the big red candles on its silver stick. As her body trembled and shivered with the power of the penises being rammed up inside her, he held it over her chest and dripped its hot wax across her heaving breasts. Sally's eyes bulged and she shrieked and dribbled about her gag as the wax solidified on her breasts and nipples in splashes and streaks. When a thick enough crust had been formed, practically encasing her breasts and confining their natural fluid jiggle within a hard shell of wax, Overman put down the candle and took up the lash. He beat it across her breasts, shattering the candle wax cocoons and scattering their fragments across the altar top.

'She has an orifice going unused at this end!' Overman called out. 'Bring round your girls and have her pleasure them!'

And so pet girls were brought up and made to squat on the altar over Sally's head with their pussies pressed against her face and she had to lick and suck them out, while they faced their masters who were pounded away inside her pussy mouth or bottom hole. She tasted the juices of pet pussy after pet pussy as they were sprayed over her face, while her other orifices were being filled, one or another, with their masters' sperm. Her whole body was truly being offered up to the village spirit of suffering and total domination.

And at some point, in the midst of this terrible assault on her, Sally was caught up once again in the throws a monstrous orgasm. For a few seconds she bucked and heaved on the altar, clenching the penis of the man inside her rectum with her sphincter so tightly that he could not move, and almost throwing the girl straddling her face off her body.

That tiny fragment of her mind still capable of anything like rational thought realised that if she could get an orgasmic thrill out of this, for whatever perverse reason, then she could never be broken. If she allowed it to take hold of her it would see her through the worst suffering. Yet if Damien really didn't love her anymore and winning him back was a hopeless cause, had this discovery come too late?

And then she fainted again.