Maria and Barbara lay with their arms wrapped around each other on the stone floor of the tiny low-roofed cell. Maria nuzzled her gagged mouth into Barbara's neck as they both shivered in the cold dampness.
Maria clung tightly to Barbara. She did not want to let her go, she felt as if she had found a friend and was afraid of losing her before she could even get to know her. Some tears fell down her stretched cheeks and she nuzzled even closer into Barbara's neck. She wanted to kiss her and lap her tongue around Barbara's face while Barbara's lips pressed softly against her skin, but because of the handkerchief gagging her mouth, she could only press herself closer and breathe on her through her nostrils.
Suddenly Maria's eyes widened as she started to think about how disgusting she had been with the black warrior. Her sinfulness seemed to have completely overtaken her, she must surely be beyond salvation. Then she remembered what Father Thomas had said about being trained and she felt a sense of relief to think that at least she was still on the path to redemption, that no matter how evil she was, there would still be more chances to beg him to hear her confessions. But she wanted to be taken straight away, she wanted to be punished and cleansed now. How could she last the night out in the sensual comfort of Barbara's arms when things seemed to be getting worse and worse? How could she wait when her wickedness was increasing with every hour? She thought of her craven desires and the pain she had felt when she had the black warrior's cock up her arse. Just the thought of it made her tingle.
She wanted to whip herself for having such feelings, but that only increased her feelings of pleasure. Everything was all mixed up together. She shuddered as she imagined that no punishment, no matter how severe, could cure her of her wickedness, because every punishment she received increased her desire for the pleasure of more pain. Gradually she sank into a dazed sleep.
She was woken by the sound of scurrying in the tunnel outside, her face was buried deeply into Barbara's hair and she inhaled its sweetness deeply through her nostrils, then drew away and waited anxiously.
"Off we go! Off we go!" chanted Caleb as he unbolted the small door to their cell.
He leaned in, grabbed Barbara's ankles and hauled her out roughly. She trailed her arms longingly towards Maria as she was dragged out of the door and into the darkness. Maria wished so much that she could say something to her, but it was hopeless, the door slammed shut and everything went silent again.
A few hours later Maria sat up suddenly as the cell door was flung open noisily. Caleb reached in and started to drag her out by the ankles, her face scraped against the stone floor as he pulled her out savagely. She looked up at him and breathed hard through her nostrils as he slipped a slender rope around her ankles, pulled it over his shoulder and hauled her like a heavy sack along the dark tunnel. The stone floor became increasingly wet, then muddy, and when Caleb released the rope and Maria fell in a heap, she was lying in sloppy red mud. She looked around and saw light coming in through a heavy iron grill, she was in the muddy hole that she had seen the workmen in!
A wave of fear passed over her as the memories of her past flooded into her mind. She shivered and tried to wipe the mud from her eyes but Caleb prodded her hard with his staff, then she heard footsteps.
"Ah, my child," said Father Thomas. "Your road to redemption is going to be a long and tortuous one. You are even more sinful than I thought. Perhaps there is hope, but you need to have your fantasies drawn from you, they must be expelled before you can be saved, they must be released by rigorous training. I have decided that a visit to the Brothers may cleanse you of your dirtiness, perhaps they will help expose the full extent of your sinfulness. I will come with you so that I can watch you and hear your confession when you are ready. Perhaps you can begin reflecting on your sins while we wait?"
Maria lay in the mud and stared up through the iron grill. Caleb waited by her side, occasionally poking her for amusement. Maria turned and looked at Father Thomas. She wanted to plead with him to hear her sins now, she still needed to confess so much. She wanted to throw herself at his knees and beg him to lead her out of her evil ways, but he just stared at her impassively and she realised from his look that he had done all he could for the moment. She was too sinful for him to deal with without further help. She looked at him again, but he turned away.
A van drew up outside and two men dressed in robes came over to the grill. Caleb pranced around excitedly as they climbed down into the muddy hole.
"Do not worry, my little servant, you will see her again soon." Father Thomas turned to the men. "Total obedience! That's what we must have, and Mistress Lesley wants her ready in a couple of days. I have told you what she has said, we must work the evil out of her and make her ready, but I warn you, her desires are very powerful."
Caleb released the lock on the grill and the two men grabbed Maria, tied her wrists behind her back and, without a word, dragged her to the rear of the van. Father Thomas went through the grill after them and climbed into the front. Maria took a last look at the church before the two men threw her down in the back, slammed the doors and drove off.
Maria lay in the darkness on the floor of the van. She was bounced about roughly as it sped through the streets, and when it went around corners at speed she was flung against the ribbed metal walls. She was unable to protect herself and gasped through the tight gag as she hit the sides and rolled about the floor. She was covered in mud and her black skirt was dirty and crumpled, her white blouse hung in tatters from her shoulders and she felt bruised and disgusting. After a while the van stopped and she was thrown forward in a heap.
The doors opened and the men dragged her out. She was blinded by the light at first, but soon saw that she was being dragged through the large double doors of a mansion house. They opened into a large hall with a high ceiling and bare brown walls upon which hung dirty oil paintings of monks and nuns. The men dragged her in roughly by the ankles and as the doors were slammed shut behind her, tossed her down on the floor.
"Take her to the dining hall Brother Arnold."
"Yes, Father."
Brother Arnold grabbed Maria's wrists and hauled her through the hall and down a corridor, then he flung open a door and threw her into a room full of men sitting at long trestle tables. They all wore brown robes with loose, brown cords tied around their waists. Father Thomas came into the room and stood at the door.
"This child needs some intensive training, Brothers. She has found too much pleasure in our punishment and she has to be ready for the Mistress soon. I implore you to help her expel her dreadful fantasies, to make her ready to serve as a slave and bring her to salvation."
"Ah, a muddy slave to be sure," said one.
"Filthy little slut!" said another.
They started to jeer and bang knives and forks on the trestle tables.
"Dirty bitch!"
"Filthy whore!"
Maria cowered on the floor and looked nervously around like a frightened animal.
"Here slave," said one of the Brothers, holding out his bowl, "fetch my food and be quick about it!"
Maria was too terrified to move.
"Fetch my food, slave!" he shouted angrily.
She crawled over to him and looked up helplessly, drew herself onto her knees and bowed her gagged face. The Brother leant down to her and sniffed at her muddy hair. She pulled away but he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back sharply.
"I want serving, you fucking bitch. Here!"
Maria did not know what he wanted her to do, she could not take the bowl because her wrists were tied behind her back and she could not speak because of the gag that pulled tightly across her mouth. The Brother yanked her hair tighter and she breathed hard through her nostrils, her eyes widening as terror swept over her and she felt her skin flushing with fear.
One of the Brothers jumped up from his seat and held a knife high above his head, then he rushed over to Maria and held the blade in front of her face. She tried to draw away but her hair was pulled even tighter. The shiny blade of the knife was pointed at one of her cheeks and she shivered with fear and tried to pull away but it was impossible. Her nostrils flared wide as she panted in panic, staring at the blade of the knife, shivering and shaking and consumed by a hot surge of frantic terror.
"Fucking bitch!" shouted the Brother with the knife. "Fucking disobedient bitch!"
He drew the knife back a little then put it underneath the tightly pulled handkerchief that strained across her mouth. She stopped breathing and waited, frozen with terror, then, with one sudden movement, he slashed through the handkerchief. The tension across her cheeks was broken but, as the handkerchief fell away, she still kept it clasped between her teeth.
"Drop it, you dog!"
Slowly, she unclenched her teeth and the handkerchief fell onto the floor, her mouth was sore but she opened it wide and started screeching straight away.
"Please, please, please -"
"Get my food bitch!" shouted the Brother with the bowl, then, without warning, he pushed it between her teeth. "Get my fucking food and keep silent!"
The metal bowl crashed noisily against her teeth and she fell back under the shock. He pushed it at her again and this time she gripped it tight. The metal felt stinging and cold against her teeth and its edges forced the sides of her mouth out wide as she looked around for instructions. The Brothers were pointing and jeering at her as she sat like a dog carrying a food bowl, then she saw that they were all pointing towards a large table with food on that stood at the far end of the room. With the bowl firmly clenched in her mouth, Maria tried to stand, but a Brother knocked her back down to her knees.
"Get my fucking food slave! But crawl! Slaves do not stand in the presence of their masters! Crawl like a dog and fetch my food you dirty slut!"
Holding the bowl in her mouth, she shuffled on her knees towards the food table. She felt dirty and humiliated as she crawled between the jeering Brothers and the metal bowl hurt her mouth and her knees were sore.
"What have you brought us here Father Thomas? A filthy slut to be sure. Covered in mud and yes, unless I'm mistaken, no panties on. Brothers, Brothers, I do believe our slutty slave has no panties on. A filthy bitch with no panties on. Come on bitch, I'm waiting! Where's my food?"
She struggled on between the Brothers, then one of them lifted the muddy hem of her skirt and revealed her smooth bottom.
"Yes, no panties Brothers! What a slut!"
"Spank that little bottom, Brother. Give her a good spank for not wearing her panties!"
She flinched as his hand smacked down across her bottom and her teeth bit hard into the metal bowl.
Spank!
She screamed as she fell forward under the heavy smack, then he held her skirt up high and brought his hand back again, this time even harder.
Spank!
She shrieked but as she shuffled forward her skirt fell back down and covered her naked bottom. She ducked and cowered as she made her way between them, all the time clenching the bowl between her teeth until finally, she got to the table and stopped. A fat Brother stood in front of her holding a ladle above a huge, wooden bowl.
"Soup?" he asked
She waited.
"Soup?" he demanded.
Maria nodded slowly.
He dipped the ladle into the big bowl and drew it out full and spilling over with hot soup, then, clumsily, he poured it into her bowl and hot soup splashed over the sides. It ran scoldingly down her chin and onto her breasts. She tried to hold the bowl steadily between her teeth, but could hardly bear the stinging of the hot liquid as it poured over the sides. Then he ladled another helping into the bowl. It sloshed all over the sides but although she stung with the pain of the hot soup dribbling down her chin, she did not dare let the bowl go.
"Take it to your master, slutty slave!"
She turned and started to make her way back to the table. As she shuffled along on her knees all the Brothers shouted and jeered and more of the soup slopped over the sides. She gripped the bowl hard in her mouth and pressed her lips against its sharp edges but still soup splashed out, running down her face and trickling across her breasts. When she arrived at the Brother who had sent her for the soup there was hardly anything left in the bowl. He reached down and pulled it from her mouth and she flinched in pain as he wrenched it from between her teeth. He lifted the bowl and turned it slowly upside down, a single drop of soup dripped from it and the Brothers started to shout loudly and bang the tables even harder with their knives and forks.
"Oh dear," said the Brother. "You are a fucking, hopeless bitch."
He stood up, grabbed hold of the long, brown cord that held his robe at the waist, slowly untied it and pulled it free.
"Please, please, plea -"
"Silence!"
"Plea -"
"Hold her Brothers, we need to punish our dirty little slave. She does not seem to know how to follow orders!"
Two of them came up on either side of her and grabbed her tied arms, they wrenched them back and she cried out as the one with the long cord stood in front of her and looked her up and down.
"Complete obedience, that's what you're here for, complete obedience! And what a start! What a start, you fucking bitch!"
He reached forward, grabbed the muddy tatters of her blouse and ripped them down exposing her firm breasts. He grabbed the material of her skirt and pulled it hard. It parted completely at the front but still hung from the torn waistband, and her shaven crotch came into full view. She felt terribly exposed but at the same time a surge of excitement ran through her as she felt the Brother's eyes staring longingly at her naked cunt.
"No panties and look Brothers, she is shaved!"
The Brothers shouted excitedly.
"Hold her tight Brothers!"
Her arms were pulled back hard and her breasts were forced forward, She felt her already hard nipples tingling with anticipation as soup mingled with mud dripped from them in long, streaky dribbles. Then the Brother drew back the cord, she stared up at him and waited, then it came lashing down.
Thwack!
It struck her full across the breasts. She screamed and wanted to bend forward but when she tried her arms were pulled even more tightly behind her back.
Thwack!
Her breasts stung as the cord lashed across them again.
"Hold her tight Brothers!"
Thwack!
The cord slashed across her dripping nipples and they sent two lacerating pains through her breasts.
Thwack!
She tried to squirm but was being held so tight she could not move.
Thwack!
Red lines appeared across her breasts as the cord slashed against them.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
She screamed loudly as the flogging continued.
"Let me serve you. Let me try again. Please, let me try again."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"I can serve you properly. I can, really I can. Just let me try. Please, no more. Please let me be your servant. Let me be your slave."
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The lashes rained down on her breasts relentlessly. She sagged at the knees and felt the draft from the lashing cord between her thighs. Her naked cunt pushed forward and its fleshy lips swelled fully, their pinkness glistened as a moisture of desire spread across them and the more lashes she received the wetter it got. She felt her clitoris swelling and rising between the crack of her cunt, it was aching and tingling and probing forward, she wanted it held, she wanted it massaged and pulled, then she felt the draft from the cord getting closer. Her clitoris swelled and engorged, she could feel it poking between the wet lips of her cunt, then the draft got closer and then it was not a draft but a terrifying pain as the cord beat down across the front of her cunt.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
It slashed across her raised clitoris. The pain was terrible but still she pushed it forward and still it grew as her desire swelled inside her like a vast wave.
Thwack!
This time right between her crack. She pushed her pelvis forward for more and struggled against the tension on her arms, but not to get away, not to protect herself from the lashes, but to expose herself for more.
Thwack!
She wanted more thrashing, the beating was inflaming her, she wanted more and more. She struggled against the restraining hands, but not to get free, nor to offer herself for more beating, she wanted to feel their strength, she wanted to feel her captivity, she wanted to feel the tension of their grip and the pointlessness of her struggle. She felt a drawing inside her cunt, a pulling, a tension, a release, her clitoris was being beaten into an orgasm.
She wanted more, she wanted it whipped until it released her with a climax, she needed the pain to give her relief with that final convulsion of passionate frenzy. It built inside her as the cord came down, it touched her anus and she heaved up on the arms that held her then fell forward with a gurgling, convulsive shriek. The thrashing stopped and she was dropped to the ground, but she was given no time to recover.
"Now, fetch my soup!" the Brother ordered.
The bowl was thrust into her mouth again while she still lay on the floor gasping. She struggled to her knees and started back to the serving table, again her dress was lifted and she was spanked, but it was so delightful now, her body was flushed with her orgasm and the spanking felt like a gentle massage. Each smack pulled at her buttocks and tugged the swollen edges of her cunt and she wanted to bend over fully and take it harder, she wanted to bend over and demand spanking from them all until she finished again, but she knew she did not dare and kept going with the bowl firmly between her teeth.
The bowl was filled and she started on her way back. The soup spilled again and then she dropped the bowl and it rolled across the floor with a noisy clatter. For a moment she froze where she was, then she bent over, wanting to be smacked. She bent her shoulders down to the floor, laid her face down and lifted her bottom as high as she could, her cunt opened wide as she pressed her thighs apart desperately wanting to be spanked.
Smack!
A hand smacked down on her upturned buttocks.
Smack! Smack!
Another and another until they blurred into a stream of delectable pain and pleasure She raised her bottom high and lifted it towards the pain as the hands rained down on her. Then she was dragged to her feet, held from behind again and thrashed with the cord even harder across her breasts. Now they were covered in red stripes and, as she looked down at them, her cunt filled and finished repeatedly.
Then the bowl was thrust into her mouth again and, after it was filled, she carried it back to her master. He took it from her, looked at its contents and smiled approvingly but, before she had a chance to do anything, another bowl was forced into her mouth. She went to the serving table and crawled back again and again, each time the bowl was filled to overflowing with splashing soup. Her ripped dress trailed at her sides and her reddened breasts stung as she went from Brother to Brother carrying their bowls in her mouth.
Whenever they were not pleased she was held again and beaten. She was forced to continue until they had all been served and then she was ordered to kneel in a corner and wait for further orders.
Maria curled up in the corner of the dining room while all the Brothers ate their soup. She pushed her hands between her thighs and felt the warmth of her soft cunt. Her fingers played around its edges and pulled longingly at her erect clitoris; it stung from the beating it had taken but the delight that it caused when she played with it was intense. She wanted to be beaten again, she wanted to serve the food and be treated like a slave.
Soon the Brothers wanted more serving and the whole process started again. She crawled around the dining room with the bowl in her mouth, serving their food and taking her punishment whenever she spilled anything from their bowls. She felt desperately ashamed and wretched but also desperately excited and suffused with overwhelming pleasure.
When they had finished eating she was dragged to the serving table. Two of the Brothers undid the ropes at her wrists, then pinned her on her back on the wooden trestle. She did not think she could stand any more, her cunt was throbbing from the pain of the beating and the repeated swelling of her orgasms, and she wriggled her hips to try and protect herself, but two others held her ankles and spread her legs wide apart.
"Total obedience!" shouted Brother Arnold. "Now, my girl, let's test your ability to be totally obedient. Who'd like to fuck the bitch first?"
A tall Brother came forward.
"We will tell you how to be fucked, bitch! You must only do what we say!"
A surge of panic ran through her.
"Yes, Brother," she said meekly.
"This one is going to fuck you hard. He is not going be gentle, he is going to plunge his hard cock inside you and fuck you until he comes. Is that alright bitch? What did you say?"
"Yes, Brother."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, he will fuck me hard until he comes."
"Good."
The cock plunged straight into her cunt, driving itself deep into her vagina in one sudden thrust. Maria yelled as she felt its thick base forcing the lips of her cunt wide apart. Then it drew back slightly but quickly thrust again and immediately spurted a hot stream of semen deeply inside her. As he drew it out the semen trailed from the end of his cock and dribbled stickily down the insides of her thighs.
"Who's next my Brothers?"
Another came forward and Maria was spread even wider. The Brother lifted his robe and held his hard cock in front of her open cunt, squeezing it tightly until the swollen purple glans spread out wide at the sides.
"Open up for the next one bitch!"
He rammed it in and she gasped. The edges of his flared glans squashed hard against her inner labia as it plunged deeply inside her. She felt her vagina pulled by its edges as he thrust her rapidly, then another spurt of semen and he drew it out, dripping the remnants of his orgasm across her legs.
"More bitch?"
She did not speak.
"I said, more bitch?"
"Yes, Brother, yes, more."
"Give the bitch some more! The dirty slut wants more! Give it to her my Brothers!"
Another approached and rammed his cock into her. He finished quickly and, while he was still wiping the sticky end against her legs, another pushed him aside and stuck a massive erection in. Maria yelled because it was so big. This time, when it began to surge with spunk, the Brother drew it out and let it spurt across her stomach, where it ran in hot floods and completely soaked her.
The next was inside. She felt her clitoris standing out and rubbing against the veins on the cock as it thrust at her. She yelled again but this time she was yelling for more, she wanted more fucking.
"More! More!" she shouted.
Every time she demanded more another cock plunged into her widespread cunt. She strained her arms and legs as they were held fast, and she stretched her fingers wide and as each cock thrust inside her, and as the semen ran hotly into the depths of her vagina, she shouted louder and more frantically.
"Give me more! Another dick! Stick it in!"
She heard her words and they inflamed her. She stretched her fingers wider and felt the blood pounding through her wrists as they were pinned to the top of the table.
"Here, here, in my hands! I want dicks in my hands."
Then she felt the hot stiffness of a cock drop across her outstretched fingers and she grabbed it, then the other hand was filled and, as she screamed with pleasure, she pulled at her wrists and her ankles and raised her pelvis high to receive the next one.
"In my mouth! In my mouth! Deep in my mouth. More!"
Her mouth was filled and she sucked wildly at the throbbing cock that was thrust in.
"More! Another. Fuck me! Fuck me! I want more to suck! Give me another!"
Another cock squeezed into her mouth and her lips were forced wide under the pressure, she sucked them both and wanked the ones in her hands, and all the time she was fucked by cock after cock. Her body lurched and strained and she felt the desperate heat of pleasure as it surged through her limbs and streamed over her flesh. She could not get enough, she choked as she tried to shout for more and another cock finished in her face. She wanted her arse filled and she wanted beating while she held onto the cocks in her hands, she wanted to feel the deep fucking inside her cunt, she wanted so much more and they were not satisfying her. She struggled and sucked and fucked as madly as she could and orgasms spilled through her like ravaging torrents but still she had not had enough.
Then, for a moment, her mouth was open and not filled and she yelled and screamed at them for more, then it was filled again and she choked as one of them ran deeply down her throat, she spit it out and screamed for more but her words were lost to her howls and screams.
Then there was a strange silence, the Brothers had fucked her enough. Maria lay, unrestrained, on the trestle, still spread out and covered with sticky semen. It ran across her thighs, over her stomach and breasts, covered her face, ran from her mouth and dripped in sticky strands from her hair. As she panted and growled, her pelvis kept thrusting out for more and the heat in her cunt was still unsatisfied.
Then she heard Father Thomas calling her over. His voice sounded gentle and forgiving and she went and crouched before him. He rested his hands on her wet hair and sighed heavily.
"Oh my child. I wonder if you can ever be saved? Your fantasies are so terrible and your desires are so strong. Even living your fantasies does not seem to satisfy you. Oh, my child, will I ever be able to absolve you?"
He patted her head and she dropped her head in despair, then she lay down and curled up like a faithful dog at his feet with her semen soaked cheeks pressed softly against his black leather shoes. Occasionally, she pushed her tongue out between her lips and licked it across the shiny leather and when she lifted her face to get more comfortable, the lace-holes left an impression on her smooth, wet skin.
As she dreamed about the fucking she had just had, she was aroused by the feeling that she had wanted so much more and, as she slipped her fingers inside the soft folds of her still dripping cunt, she wondered if Father Thomas was right.