Maria awoke to find herself lying on the floor of the dining room. When she tried to move, she found that she had been tied with a rope that led from a noose around her neck, down across her stomach, and to her ankles.
"I think the slut needs a bath!" she heard someone shouting, then she heard Father Thomas's voice, but it was no longer wistful and soft, it was angry and loud.
"We only have today Brothers. The Mistress Lesley has ordered me to deliver her in a few days and she will not take kindly to a slave who is only half-trained. Do whatever you have to, but make sure she is ready!"
Maria saw the hems of brown robes gathering around her and she was pulled to her feet. The rope tightened at her neck and she could not stand upright. The Brothers lifted her at the elbows. The strain from the rope at her ankles pulled hard at the back of her neck and her feet were lifted off the ground as they carried her away.
Brother Arnold led the way as they marched her down a long corridor. They stopped in front of a black door at the end and Brother Arnold grabbed her chin and lifted her head.
"Well, slave, we do not have long to bring you to heel, but I know we can do it. Father Thomas has told us of your evil ways, yes, all of your evil ways, we know your fantasies and your terrible deeds and we have seen your wanton craving for ourselves. But do not worry, we will lead you to salvation, we will show you how to be saved. Take her in Brothers! We know she likes to be washed, at least when she does it herself, so first let's clean the little bitch before we take her for the training she needs!"
Maria felt frozen with fear by his words but she did not have time to think about them. Before she could begin to understand what he meant, the door burst open and the Brothers carried her into a large, white, tiled room, it was hot and steamy and at its centre was a huge sunken bath.
"In the bath with her, let's get the little bitch clean!"
They dragged her across the room then threw her into the steaming water. The breath was knocked from her as she hit the surface, then, as she quickly sank to the bottom, she was confused and disorientated and, when she tried, she could not stand up because of her bonds. She swallowed some water and fought to get some breath, but she was lying face down and could only gulp hopelessly in panic. Several of the Brothers pulled off their robes and jumped in behind her, they grabbed hold of her and, just as she thought she was going to drown, they lifted her up and held her above the surface. She gasped wildly and managed to get enough breath to start screaming.
"Please, no, no, no!"
But they took no notice of her cries and plunged her back down again. The water ran up her nose and into her mouth and again she fought desperately for breath, then they lifted her out again and she gasped once more in panicky relief.
Her frantic begging for mercy went unheeded. Two of the Brothers grabbed her ankles and held her upside down in the foaming water. Then another plunged his face between her legs and stuck his tongue deeply into her cunt. She felt it go in and wanted to cry out but she did not dare open her mouth because she knew it would fill with water and she would drown. Then they lifted her again and again she gasped and begged again for mercy.
At last she was lifted up, but a Brother grabbed her from behind. He bent her forward, forced his hands between her legs, grabbed the rope that ran from her neck and pulled it down hard. Her head was snatched forward and her face plunged into the water. She choked and bubbles burst around her gulping mouth, but he kept her face firmly under the water as he pushed his hard cock between her buttocks. The stiff shaft prized them apart and the throbbing end pressed hotly against her anus, then he relaxed his grip on the rope and she flung her head upwards for breath.
It was a short relief.
He only allowed her a single breath before he grabbed the rope and pulled her face back underneath the water. This time she was more prepared and she held her breath as he pushed the throbbing end of his cock against the tight muscular ring of her anus. She felt it giving under the pressure and the hot tip began to enter, then he released his grip on the rope and again she burst to the surface. She choked and gasped frantically as he grabbed the back of her hair and forced her ear close to his mouth.
"Slut! Arse-fucking slut! Can you feel it? Can you feel my dick?"
"Yes, yes, but -"
"Good. I know you like it, that's all I want to hear. That's all you are allowed to say. Do you hear me? That's all you are allowed to say."
"Please, what must I say?"
He plunged her head under the water again and held it there for ages until he pulled it back, then, as she came back to the surface, water burst from her mouth and she choked convulsively.
"You must only say that you want more!"
"But please, oh, please -"
He grabbed the rope and pulled her down again. This time the warm water lubricated it and his thick, hot cock slid in easily. Then he released the rope and again she burst to the surface.
"Please -"
"Not learnt yet have you? Scream for more you fucking bitch!"
He grabbed the rope again and forced his cock further inside her arse, she wanted to gasp as she felt its hardness penetrating her but she bit down on her lips to keep her mouth tight shut. Then he let her go and yet again her panic-stricken face broke into the air.
"Yes, more!"
He pushed his cock in further.
"How much more bitch?"
"Oh more! More! More! I want it deep! Please, more, more…"
He grabbed the rope again and down she went into the foaming water. He pushed his cock further in and she bit her lips even harder. The pressure in her arse was enormous and she felt the stiff rod getting higher and higher, then the rope was released.
"More! Give me more! I want more of your dick up my arse!"
He gave her more and she spluttered and choked as he grabbed the rope again and forced her head down low under the water. This time he pushed his cock in up to its base. She wanted to scream but knew she had to wait until she was released, she had to hold her breath and suffer the deep fucking until he decided to let her go. She bit down hard onto her lips but could not stop her mouth from opening, water ran in and she felt it washing around her tongue. She pulled back against the pressure of the noose around her neck, but it was too tight and cut deeply into her straining throat. As she held on, she felt her body filling with unbelievable desire. It was wanton and bestial, it felt like the desires of an animal, a wolf, a terrible, roaring beast. As the noose throttled her the animal feelings grew, they emanated from the tightness in her throat and cascaded through her body like a gigantic waterfall of sexual images.
She saw cocks and spunk, she saw cunts around her mouth, she saw dicks wanking in her face, she saw herself being flogged with a chain until she begged for mercy, and she saw herself drowning and still being fucked as she floated dead in the water. When she came to the surface she could only think of one thing.
"Give me a dick in my mouth, I must have a dick to suck. Give me more in my arse but I must have a dick!"
One of the Brothers crouched down in front of her and held his stiff cock under the water.
"You asked for it bitch!"
The rope was pulled violently, she opened her mouth wide and her face plunged under the water again. The stiff cock went straight into her mouth and plugged it completely. She sucked at it ravenously, she did not think of breathing any more, sucking was breathing, her arse was full and she sucked at the cock until she felt its head at the back of her throat. It made her want to choke but she welcomed it and pulled it in further, then she felt the hot surge of spunk up her arse, it was a huge torrent, and she forced the cock in her mouth right down. Then she choked and tried to pull her face above the water but she was being held down too tightly.
Then, as she thought she could not stand it any further, the cock in her arse swelled with its final burst of semen and the rope was released. She broke to the surface heaving and choking and, as she fought desperately to breathe again, she felt her body heating up with the pressure of an immense orgasm.
It broke and ran through her in searing, convulsive waves, her head spun giddily, for a moment she did not know if she was alive or dead, then she shuddered all over and started to scream for more.
"More sucking! More fucking! I want more! More! More! More!"
She felt the Brother behind her let go and she floated out into the water, rolling over and screeching at the top of her voice. Then her legs were grabbed and parted wide and another cock drove hard into her open cunt, she gasped for a moment and then lurched forward to draw it in. She sat onto it and felt its heat burying deep into her soft vagina. Then the noose pulled on her neck again and this time her head went backwards under the surface, her mouth filled and water ran up her nostrils. Then a cock was pushed into her mouth and then another, she grabbed them both between her lips and sucked them hard. Her ears were bursting and the frenzied bubbles exploded all around her, but this time she did not think of breathing, she just stayed down until the cocks finished together in a massive flood of semen. Then the rope was released and, even as she was sucking the last drops of spunk across her tongue, she burst to the surface.
"Fuck her, Brothers," shouted Brother Arnold. "Fuck the bitch until she can take no more!"
"Give it to me," she shouted. "I want fucking with every cock and I want to suck them all as well. More! More!"
She was rolled over in the foaming water and another stiff cock penetrated her cunt at the same time as a huge one was forced into her arse. She yelped for an instant but was dragged back choking under the surface where her mouth was filled with two more eager cocks.
Maria felt the last cock drain into her arse as the rope eased for the last time. She floated on the surface of the water, giddy and exhausted, with her legs apart and her mouth filled with sticky spunk, she felt completely dissipated, then she heard Father Thomas shouting.
"Is there no limits to your sinfulness my child? I have watched you being ravaged, I have seen you revelling in your evil fantasies. What must I do to train you and make you ready for slavery? You are such a slut! I almost despair with you."
She pulled herself to the edge of the bath and laid her elbows over the tiled sides.
"Can you forgive me Father? Can I ever be saved?"
"Not yet my child. Brother Arnold, you know your task! This slut needs more work. Take her!"
"Oh please Father, please, what must I do? The more I suffer the more I want to suffer and the more pain I have the more desires I have. Oh Father, can I ever be saved?"
"Perhaps your suffering has not been enough. Brother Arnold! Take her!"
Brother Arnold reached down, grabbed her arms and hoisted her from the bath. Her naked body dripped as she stood on its edge and her hair stuck in wet strands across her face. Some semen dripped from the edge of her mouth and she licked it with her tongue.
"Enough, you evil bitch! Take her!"
Brother Arnold grasped her by the hair and dragged her out into the corridor. He closed the door behind him and pinned her roughly against the wall, he pressed his face close to hers, he was red with anger and she shrunk back in fear as his hot breath blew across her wet face.
"We have never failed with anyone yet bitch and we are not going to fail with you! Have no doubt slut, we will make you into a slave before you leave us. What will you be?"
He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed it tightly, she could barely speak and her eyes widened with terror.
"What will you be, bitch?"
"A slave!"
"Yes, a fucking humiliated slave. We will knock the pleasure out of you! We will make you crawl and beg. We will make you serve your masters and never think of your own pleasures again. What will you be?"
"Please, a slave. Please sir, I will be a slave, a sla -"
He yanked her by the hair and hauled her away down the dark corridor. The other Brothers followed, one of them was holding a straining mastiff on a long leather leash. It pulled at its lead and its teeth dripped with saliva. Maria cried out as the huge dog barked behind her and she felt its hot breath panting on her still wet calves as she was pulled along.
Brother Arnold lugged her roughly down some steep stairs and she stumbled and fell. The mastiff barked loudly and snarled at her as she struggled to regain her balance. She was too slow and Brother Arnold held her up off the ground by her hair and she screamed in pain.
"Good, that's what we want to hear!"
As they went down the stairs she could hear a loud rumbling sound and feel and increasing heat. By the time they reached a huge, steel door, she was sweating with the heat and the noise was almost unbearable. One of the Brothers flung open the door and Brother Arnold dragged her inside. Fluorescent lights flashed on and Maria was dazzled by their brightness.
"Open your eyes bitch! See what awaits you!"
Slowly, she opened her eyes and as she looked around she saw that she was in the boiler room. The ceiling was covered with a tangle of differently coloured hot pipes of varying thickness and in the centre stood a flamed a huge boiler. Steam billowed from joints in the pipes and valves attached to the boiler and the heat was incredible.
Brother Arnold shouted something but she could not hear him for the terrible hissing of steam, the loud roar from the burners of the boiler and the snarling and barking of the mastiff that still snapped at her calves. Then she felt hands holding her arms and dragging her forward towards the roaring boiler.
Sweat dripped from her skin as she got nearer. She felt the heat scorching her face and she tried to pull away. Fear ran through her, she was aware of her nakedness and the men's bodies around her, but any sense of pleasure had evaporated with the hot steam pouring from the huge furnace. Even the pinching of her arms as they forced her forward and the feeling of terrible captivity brought no delight.
She was overcome with terror and felt at last, amongst all the turmoil of noise and heat, that her fantasies had been removed, that her pleasures had been drawn from her and that at last she could be saved. Even as she was dragged forward towards the terrible thing she felt a sense of elation, just the thought that at last she might be saved from her terrible sinfulness gave her a new sense of hope and joy.
But as they flung her against the side of the boiler and her breasts were squashed against the asbestos coating that encased it, she screamed in pain and her excitement turned again to fear. As they pressed her hard against the boiler, she felt she could not bear it and tried to pull back, but she was held too tight. She screamed louder and heard her cries joining the wild barking of the mastiff that strained at its leash behind her.
Her hair pulled out in long wet strands as streams of sweat poured down her face. It ran down her neck and onto her flattened breasts, she felt it on the insides of her thighs and draining down to the soft flesh of her cunt, but even that gave her no joy. She screamed again in pain and fear.
Then one of the Brothers tied cords around her wrists and threw them over some of the pipes that trailed in the ceiling. Others pulled the cords up and she was hauled up onto tiptoe. Sweat ran down her arms and her armpits swilled with its hot moisture, from there it streamed down the sides of her chest, past her taut waist and into the crevice of her buttocks. The cords were pulled even tighter and she felt her toes lifted off the ground, the mastiff barked loudly and the Brother holding him strained to keep him under control.
Maria's full weight hung on the cords as she revolved in a slow, sickening spin. As she turned helplessly on her bonds she saw the group of Brothers standing near the door, Brother Arnold near the boiler with two others and the Brother with the straining mastiff on the opposite side.
The two Brothers nearest the boiler bent down and opened the fire door. She flinched as a terrific burst of heat blew out from the hot furnace, scorching her cheeks and singeing her hair. She screamed as loud as she could, she wanted to let them know that she felt no pleasure, she wanted to tell them that she was filled with fear and that she would be their slave and do only their bidding. She wanted to tell them that she no longer felt her own desires and that her only desire was to serve, to be punished and suffer humiliation at their hands, but she could only say one thing.
"Slave! Slave! Slave! Slave!"
She kept shouting it at the top of her voice, but the hissing of the escaping steam, the roaring of the blazing furnace, and the barking of the wild mastiff stifled everything. Finally, her shouting faded away completely as she spun faster on the cords and became dizzy and disorientated. The images of the room got more and more confused, she could see the drooling fangs of the barking dog and thought of how she had seen Father Thomas like that and it made her feel so guilty. She saw Brother Arnold waving his arms and shouting and she wanted to crawl at his feet and serve him in any way he commanded. She saw two Brothers probing something inside the open door of the blazing furnace, and she wanted to beg to be their servant and carry their food and wash their feet. Then she saw them pulling something out of the furnace and she wanted them to plunge her into the sea and drown her. Then the mastiff barked even louder and as he strained at his leash and snapped up at her feet her desire to serve and be humiliated overwhelmed her.
Then she felt her hips being grabbed and the spinning stopped. She could not see anything for a few seconds, everything was still spinning, but, as she became less dizzy and her eyes became less blurred, she saw that the two Brothers were holding two long rods of metal the ends of which were red from being held in the furnace. The mastiff barked uncontrollably and she felt fingernails digging into her hips, but she had no strength or desire to pull away. The hot rods came closer and she could see the Brothers leering at her as they approached.
The fingers around her hips dug even deeper and she shrieked in pain as she was spun around to face the group of Brothers. The mastiff jumped forward on his lead but the Brother just managed to restrain him and she hung in naked terror waiting to submit to their torture. Then she felt a searing pain against her bottom.
At first it just shocked her, but by the time she had realised the shock it turned into the most excruciating pain she had ever felt.
Maria yelled as her whole body tightened in agony and horror as the hot rods bit into her, branding her. She saw the open jaws of the mastiff and momentarily thought again of Father Thomas, then another hot iron burned into her skin and she could think of nothing but suffering. She yelled again and saw the jaws of wild beasts baiting and terrorising her, then another stab from a red-hot iron and another wave of pain, but this time she did not scream, she just opened her mouth and began to drool. She felt her spit dribbling out and she watched the mastiff as he snarled and growled before her, then another piercing stab in her buttocks and she began to growl and snarl back. She exposed her teeth and snarled again and, as she did, she felt a shudder of joy run through her limbs, she tried to ignore it, she tried to pretend it was not there, but she could not resist it.
Another burning stab from a red-hot iron sizzled in her skin and she snarled even more. She growled and dribbled and the shudder of joy began to run into a continuous wave of ecstasy. How could she have thought she could be saved? Then another stab and she felt her legs widening, and then another and the soft flesh of her labia swelled at her beautiful opening. Then another and she felt her clitoris probing at the front of her fleshy crack, and she snarled and dribbled and started howling even more.
Then the burning stopped and she waited, dropping her eyes and snarling like a rabid wolf. Why had they stopped? She did not know or care and she spit at the mastiff and wanted to get to him and wrestle him to the ground, she wanted to show him that she was his new master and when she spat again he growled back angrily. Then she fell to the ground as the cords were released.
The mastiff lurched forward and she smelt his breath. She turned her face and bared her teeth. He barked frantically as he was pulled back, the leash hardly seemed strong enough to hold him, but Maria did not care, she was an animal now and she wanted to take him on. Even the pain of the branding had not beaten her desires, and, as she crouched on her hands and knees and snarled at all the Brothers, her clitoris swelled even more and her cunt ran wetter than ever. Then she felt a lash across her back.
Crack!
Brother Arnold stood above her with a black leather bull whip. Its end curled in the air as he pulled it back again.
Crack!
Maria dipped her back as it landed hard across her.
Crack!
She dipped again and this time her legs opened a little.
Crack!
Another terrible lash and the tip of the bull whip cracked with heat as it singed her back. She felt her cunt getting hotter. Now she knew she could not be saved, there was nothing that could suppress her desire for pleasure. She wanted more lashing, more humiliation and more pain.
Crack! Crack!
Two more painful cracks across her back and she braced herself to take them. They stung her terribly but she bent up higher.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three more and with each one she raised her back up even more. The pain was terrible but the delight of it made her growl even louder. She did not want to scream any more and she dropped heavily to her elbows, lifted her back as high as she could and snarled and drooled.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She took them all, rubbing her breasts against the rough stone floor and feeling her hard nipples scraping against the flagstones. She wanted them pinched and bitten, she wanted to offer them to the mastiff, she wanted him to bite them and suck them and feed from them. Her cunt swelled between the insides of her thighs and she opened her legs more. She could feel her outer labia beating with the engorging blood and massaging her hardened clitoris and as she opened her legs even more, her clitoris was inflamed with the massaging edges of her soft flesh.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
She opened her legs until they would spread no further, then suddenly dropped her hips to the floor and rolled onto her back. She splayed her legs wide and exposed the throbbing flesh of her widening, naked cunt. She forced her legs as wide as they could go and stared up at Brother Arnold as he stood above her with the bull whip in his hand. She was not submitting to him but, with her wide-eyed gaze, somehow commanding him, as she looked down at her cunt and then back up at him. She opened her mouth but could not form any words so just screamed.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The tip of the bull whip snapped across the soft flesh of her cunt. She writhed with joy and screamed in an ecstasy of pain. She felt the spit foaming from her mouth and blew it from her lips in gaping screeches of exhilaration. She forced her hands down and pulled back her outer labia, they were hot and swollen and she peeled them back with her grasping fingers exposing the wet, pink entrance to her vagina. She wanted more pain, her desires were so great but so confused, she was so inflamed and she wanted to be fucked by the savage lashing of the whip.
Crack!
She opened them wider.
Crack!
She pulled them back some more and felt the burning crack of the whip stinging the insides of her cunt.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
She rose up and was seized with an overpowering orgasm, no scream could express it, no snarl could allow it to be released, she was consumed by it. She felt the inner edges of her cunt throbbing in between her fingers as pulses of wetness poured from her distended vagina and down the insides of her legs. She was completely dissipated and she pulled at her cunt roughly and poked her fingers deeply inside in a vain attempt to draw out her lust.