Rare mutilation

"Rare, was it?"

Rare flinched and glanced to the man beside her, then forward to the one that spoke.

"Come here and strip."

"Rare, you don't have to—" the man beside her started, but the other fired a warning shot with his gun, and he stared, then hung his head, cheeks red.

Rare rose from her knees, then approached the gunman and stripped.  Her pale skin and slender body showed no sign of tremors.  Instead, she simply stood there.

"Very good," the gunman praised. "Now, lay on your back with your head toward your master."

She followed his order in silence.

"Now, put your legs behind your head and hold them there.  If you let go at all, I'll kill him."

Again, she obeyed, revealing glistening pink labia, swollen with desire and parted by her position.

The gunman chuckled. "Already, your filthy body readies itself, demon." He pressed the still-warm barrel of his gun against her clit. "What makes you think a priest would want your sin-filled sex?" He shoved it harder against her clit, letting the nub push itself into the barrel.

Rare sucked air through her teeth and shuddered before her hips jerked up against the gun.

"Even now, your body craves to create sin." He pulled back the revolver's hammer. "Surely you realize I use silver and blessed bullets, but still you push yourself against whatever touches your filth." He twisted the barrel against her, and the rifling pulled her swollen clit as the hot metal threatened to burn the sensitive nerves.

Her moans only earned the gunman's disgust, though.

"Repent," he ordered, "Repent, and I will only end your life."

Far from repenting, she ground her hips against the muzzle of his gun and whimpered in need.

"Rare, stop," her master urged in a hoarse voice, "Stop... stop enjoying it..."

She looked at him, apologetic, only to gasp as the gun withdrew from her clit, pulling sharply for a moment.  Her body trembled, and her eyes went back to the gun.

"Did you know?" the gunman murmured, "Each priest has a gun with a blessed silver crucifix on the barrel, for if ever we must bless those unfortunate sinners and brand them who cannot be saved."

He tilted his gun to show the gleaming silver.

"I'm going to brand you, sinful one, so all will know you refused mercy."

She stared at the cross on his gun with fear, and her cunt opened itself in excitement.

The gunman stared, then laughed and thrust the whole barrel of his gun into her cunt.

Rare shrieked, and the scent of burnt flesh rose from her as she pissed and her hips jerked in wild abandon.

The gunman stared in silence for a moment before he sighed. "I am... very disappointed," he murmured before he pulled his gun out, then pushed it in deep, until the trigger guard pressed into her taint.

He pulled and thrust again, and she howled in pain and pleasure as her insides burned and the gun's sights jabbed and sliced her insides.

"Stop screaming, or I'll shoot through your womb, and then I'll shoot your master."

She bit down on her lips and tried to stifle her voice until only desperate whimpers escaped as he continued to thrust the gun in and out of her drooling cunt.

"Such filth," he chastized, "Truly, you are of hell itself, sent to corrupt our world with lust."

He thrust one last time, deep, before he pulled the gun out of her trembling body and stared down at her.

"Now that you are branded, I will remove the most sinful part of your body, and perhaps then, you will come to repent.  Put your feet down and push your hips up, then spread your lips with your hands."

Rare released her legs.  They jerked down, and she whimpered as she tried to see through the stars in her darkened vision.  Slowly, she pushed her hips upward, and then with shaking hands she tried to pull open her slick labia.

Her grip failed several times, and then she finally got it.

Rare held that position, panting as her mind swirled before the gunman knelt beside her and stroked her hair from her face.

"Watch, Rare.  Watch how I will purify your sex and start your path to salvation," he murmured, his tone warm and even loving as he pressed the muzzle of his gun up under her clit, pushing it upward. "You will no longer crave for the sins of flesh.  Rejoice."

BLAM!

Rare watched in shock as her clit vanished, replaced by a horrible burn.