"Bitch! Bitch!" screeched Caleb as he prodded her angrily with his staff. "Dungeon! Dungeon! Bitch in the dungeon!"
Maria stumbled as he forced her forward through a dingy corridor. She stubbed her toes on protruding stones in the floor and realised that she had left her shoes in the chapel. Every so often there were candles stuck into recesses in the stone walls, flickering like greasy pools of false safety. Each time she reached one she rested on the wall to steady herself and feel some comfort from the nearness of the flame, but Caleb moved her on, stabbing her legs and making her yelp. The floor was wet and cold and as she trudged on she felt slimy water running between her toes.
"Move! Move! Bitch! Bitch!"
She tried to pull her red panties up but Caleb jabbed her hard and she had to leave them hanging loosely and torn just above her knees. It was difficult to walk and the more she stumbled the more angry it made Caleb. Once, when she tripped and had to hold onto the wall to stop herself from falling, he lifted up the back of her dress and smacked her bottom hard. After a while she saw the tunnel opening out into a huge vaulted cellar. Caleb pushed her forward and as she looked in she gasped.
"In bitch! Dungeon for a bitch!"
It was a huge stone-built dungeon. Candles were stuck in recesses and flickered with a sickening and uneven yellow light. The walls were studded with iron rings that hung from heavy metal chains and in the middle of the room were benches and various wooden and iron contraptions. Maria could hardly believe what she saw. On each of the walls there were young women hanging from the rings. Their heads hung down limply in fear and exhaustion, and all of them had a wide piece of tape pulled tightly across their mouths. They were all naked except for one whose clothes seemed to have been partially ripped from her and dangled down in pitiful tatters. As Maria looked at her she saw that this one had high cheekbones and dark eyes.
"Over there!" shouted Caleb as he prodded Maria forward.
Maria tried to hold back but Caleb forced her on. She shrunk from the strange benches and instruments in the middle of the dungeon floor and tried not to look at the desperate women as they slumped heavily in their chains.
"Wake up! Wake up! New friend! New friend!"
Caleb started dancing around the dungeon, going from one woman to the next, the first he slapped on the leg and she looked up in shock and fear, another one he prodded with his staff and she groaned and lifted her face slowly. Then he went to the one with the tattered clothes and reached up and pulled at her dress. It ripped and her firm breasts were exposed but she just stared forward vacantly, her face pulled tightly beneath the shiny silver tape.
"Over here!"
He motioned to Maria with his staff. She walked towards him and he grabbed her viciously, pulling her towards the wall and turning her so that she stood against it facing the centre of the dungeon. Then he ran and fetched a wooden stool and dragged it over. He jumped up on it and pulled one of Maria's arms as high as he could. She cried out as he stretched it higher but he took no notice and thrust her wrist through one of the manacles that hung from the wall and clamped it firmly together. It pinched her skin and she cried out again, but he only laughed, then shackled her other wrist and jumped down.
She hung on the manacles limply, her hair wet and tangled around her face and her red panties twisted up above her knees.
"Please -"
"Silence! No talking! Dirty little bitch! Dirty, dirty little bitch!"
Angrily he picked up the stool and smashed it towards her, she managed to twist sideways and it hit the wall and broke in his hands.
"Silence!"
Then he picked up his staff, ran out of the dungeon and disappeared back down the tunnel. Everything went quiet and Maria started to sob. She drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, then suddenly woke with a start. Her eyes opened wide as she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the tunnel. She pulled on her manacles and felt terrible pain in her arms and wrists. Father Thomas entered the dungeon and approached Maria. She looked at him briefly then hung her head, afraid of what he might say or do.
"Lift your head my child," said Father Thomas. "There is nothing to be afraid of here. I am here to help you. I am here to help you cleanse your sins. Now, let's have a good look at you."
He reached forward and lifted her chin.
"You really are quite a beauty my child. But there is still much work to do if you are ever to be saved."
"Oh, yes Father Thomas, I must be saved."
"And are you prepared to suffer for it my child?"
"Yes, Father, oh yes, you know I am."
"Well, that is a start but I must find out what you have got to be saved from first. We cannot start training you properly until we know exactly the nature of your sins… Caleb! Bring her to the table."
Caleb jumped up, braced his feet against the wall, then clung like a bat to Maria's manacles. Maria could feel the heat from his body as he strained to undo the metal rings around her wrists. She turned away from him as he pulled and tugged at her bonds until finally they came undone and she dropped to her knees. He jumped down by her side and pushed her to the centre of the dungeon.
"Sit here my girl," said Father Thomas pointing to a wooden trestle. "So, what are your sins my child?"
"Father, you know that when I was younger I refused a spanking from you. You wanted to save me then, but I ran away from you. Oh Father!"
"That was very bad my child."
"Father, I have been so bad since. I have enjoyed spanking and the feel of -"
"Yes, the feel of?"
"I can't say Father, I don't like to say."
"You must not be even more sinful my child, you must say everything."
"Well, Father, I have enjoyed the feeling of a man's -"
"Go on."
"I have enjoyed the feeling of a man's… thing. His, his cock, Father."
"And where did you enjoy it my dear?"
"In my bottom Father."
"Up your arse you mean."
"Yes, I enjoyed a man's cock up my arse. Yes, I enjoyed a man's cock up my arse."
"And did you know the man?"
"No, Father, I didn't know him, he was a stranger."
"And what else?"
"I pushed a bottle up there as well, and enjoyed a man, a dirty filthy man, watching me while I did it."
"Did you know him?"
"No, Father, he was a stranger as well."
"What else?"
"I have tasted the cane and the whip as well, and I have enjoyed the pain they gave me. I have been spanked and smacked and no matter how much it has hurt I have wanted more. Oh, Father, can I truly be saved or am I too evil?"
"But that is not all is it my child?"
"Father, that is all I can remember."
"Yes, but that is not really all is it? You have more desires, I think. I can see in your eyes that you have more desires and it is those that I must know about. Tell me your secret desires, tell me your secret fantasies, I can see you have them, I must know them so that I can lead you to salvation."
"Father, oh Father, you're right. I am so bad! I am so evil! I have terrible thoughts, I have terrible desires, I don't dare admit them though, they are too shameful, they are too terrible."
"Tell them, tell them all. I must know them and then I can help you. Tell me all your fantasies my child."
"Oh Father I can't. I just can't."
He leant towards Maria and offered his hand, she reached forward and took it.
"Here my child, come here I can see that you need help."
She stood up and he led her gently to a large contraption that was near the trestle. It was about ten feet long and made of heavy timber. At one end there were black leather thongs attached to iron pegs and at the other was a wide, wooden drum with handles attached to each side. More black, leather thongs were wound around the drum and trailed from it onto the heavy, wooden base.
"I think this will help you tell us your sinful thoughts, my child. When you feel the strains from our friend here, I think your tongue will loosen and you will be keener to tell us how dirty you really are."
Maria shrunk back as she realised that she about to be tied onto a rack!
"Lie down on it my child, prepare to feel the caress of its thongs around your wrists and ankles, prepare to sense the strain from the wheel as it squeezes your evil fantasies from you."
Maria sat on the edge of the rack, then obediently lay on her back. She felt the wood of its base, cold and smooth against her skin, and it made her shiver. She looked around the dungeon and saw that all the women hanging in their manacles were watching her. She stretched her arms above her head submissively and widened her legs as far as her red panties would allow. As she felt the tension of her panties cutting into her legs, a wave of terror ran through her and then a flush of unbelievable excitement. The rack would be her means of salvation, at last she would be made to confess her sins.
Caleb started prancing around the walls of the dungeon, prodding the women with his staff as he passed them. One of them screamed loudly as the point of his staff pricked deeply into her thigh.
"Caleb! Come here and secure her."
He came over and began tying Maria's wrists to the thongs that trailed from the wheel of the rack. He pulled them tightly and she squirmed as the pain intensified, then he clambered across her and crouched down by her ankles, tied them as well and leaned back against the knots in order to pull them as firmly as he could. She lay splayed open on the rack, her arms were pulled up close to the sides of her face and her hair lay in sweat covered tangles across her cheeks. Her black skirt was pulled up around her thighs and her red panties dug into the sides of her knees that were pulled as wide as they would go by the taut thongs. She breathed deeply and waited.
Caleb played with the hem of Maria's skirt, lifting it, peering beneath it and giggling. She felt his glare and squirmed, she felt so exposed but could do nothing to cover or protect herself. She hoped they would leave her skirt on, she dreaded being completely naked.
Father Thomas called Caleb over and gave him some instructions, he sniggered and ran out of the dungeon with a sense of excitement and purpose. Father Thomas then walked over to the woman who still had some clothes on, he ripped the tape from her face and began feeling her breasts. Maria craned her neck to see. The girl looked at Father Thomas and smiled as he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them firmly. Then her grabbed her by the neck and she gasped. He slipped his hand higher and squeezed her cheeks together so that her lips pursed out, then he lurched towards her and began kissing her mouth. He salivated all around her face and licked her eyes and she started moaning and writhing her hips and legs.
Then Father Thomas thrust his hand down between the tops of the woman's thighs, grabbed the flesh of her cunt through the rags of her dress, and tugged at it roughly. She writhed more and began moaning loudly as he pulled at the top of her dress and ripped some of the material that hung raggedly below her breasts. He tore some more away and, as though it was a signal, she bent her face and started frantically kissing the top of his head. Her arms strained in the manacles and her fingers spread wide then clenched in repeated, rhythmic pulses. Then Father Thomas stood back from her and watched. She did not stop writhing and even though there was nothing to kiss she did not stop kissing. Her body pulsated wildly and her hands opened and closed madly. She started to dribble and moan even more loudly. Then she started to scream out loud. At first her words did not make any sense but then Maria could hear clearly what she was saying as she screeched and screamed in complete abandon.
"Fuck it Father. Stick your cock in it Father. Push your throbbing cock up my cunt, up my arse, stick it wherever you want to. Wank it in my mouth, let me suck it down, right down, let me suck it down my throat. I want to feel your swollen cock in my throat Father. Stick it in until I can't breathe. Finish down my throat Father and let me swallow everything you've got. Let me draw it out of you, let me suck it out, suck, suck, suck it up. Then fuck me again Father, fuck my wet cunt, fuck my aching arse. Fuck me, fuck me, Father. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Yes, yes, then you can spank me, you must spank me, harder, harder, harder. Then you can cane me for fucking you, cane me so hard I bleed, harder, harder. Then you can whip me for sucking you, oh whip me Father, sting me with the whip, all over my body, whip me, sting me, harder, harder. Then you can punish me in any way you want for wanting your dick up my arse. Oh, Father, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She she rose up on her shackles and, tensing her whole body in a violent convulsion, she let out a terrible scream. She hung there, her body pinioned to the wall of the dungeon in a spasm of tension and relief. Then suddenly she dropped down heavily to the clanking sound of her straining chains and hung there gasping for breath and drenched with sweat.
Maria's eyes were wide. She had become so excited watching the woman, she had not wanted it to stop, her screams, her words and her response to Father Thomas. Yes, the way she had succumbed to him, that was what had excited the woman most of all, and her passion and dirtiness, it had been so instant, so overpowering.
Maria wanted to see more, she wanted Father Thomas to go to another woman and set her into a frenzy of excitement, she wanted to see him grabbing her cunt and licking her face, but most of all she wanted to see how she boiled into a frenzied seizure, an overpowering and uncontrolled frenzy of desire and abandon. It was that uninhibited outpouring of desire that had made her own cunt so wet with desire, it was the wild words and the dirtiness of it all that had made her cunt ache to be grabbed and violated.
Then Caleb pranced back through the tunnel swinging a small canvas bag in circles above his head.
"Got it! Got it!"
"Ah good," said Father Thomas. "Lift up her skirt, Caleb, and I will get to work."
Caleb jumped up onto the rack beside Maria, leered at her, then turned quickly and lifted her black skirt. The smooth skin of her flat stomach lay stretched in its shadow and he looked underneath it and put out his stumpy tongue.
"Lift it high. I need light to work. Here, pass me the bag Caleb."
Caleb stretched out his hand and passed the canvas bag to Father Thomas. He undid it and, after rummaging around inside it, took out a razor, some shaving soap and a bristle brush, all of which he placed between Maria's outstretched legs.
"Higher Caleb!"
Maria's skirt was pulled up higher until the waistband pulled painfully at her back. Father Thomas began working the brush into the soap, it was already wet, and soon it foamed up into a mass of white bubbles. He reached forward and started painting the soap around the black hairs that curled above her cunt. He rubbed the brush hard, working it between her legs so that all her hairs were covered in froth, then he took the razor and held it above her soap covered cunt.
Maria flinched at the first touch of the blade then relaxed slightly as she felt the silky pull of the blade across her flesh. Father Thomas dragged the razor smoothly across the base of her stomach until all her pubic hair at the front was cut away and she was smooth and clean-shaved. He felt her skin with his fingertips to check that he had not missed anything. Then her worked the shiny razor carefully between her legs, sheering off every hair until her outer labia were completely exposed and surrounded only by naked skin. He pushed his hand between her legs to inspect his work, her outer labia glistened and shone, their pinkness glittered in the yellow flickering of the candles; he sat back pleased. Then he felt in the bag and drew out a large pair of shiny silver scissors. Maria saw them glint as he held them up and she drew back anxiously.
"Do not be afraid my child. This is for your benefit. Here, see how they snap. Caleb! Loosen the skirt, let it fall so that she can feel the cold metal of the blade as it strips the whorish clothing from her body."
Caleb let the dress fall. Maria felt a momentary comfort as the black material fell down and covered her. Her skin felt sensitive and cool where it had been shaved and when the material of her skirt touched it she quivered with a mixture of excitement, fear and safety. Then she heard the scissors snapping again, and the feeling of fear overtook anything else she was experiencing. She heard the clicking of the blades getting nearer to her legs, then she felt Father Thomas's hand touch the inside of her knees and the cold metal blades glance the tender skin of the insides of her thighs. She felt them contact the material of her skirt, she felt them sheer through it and sensed it falling apart under their sharpness. Then the blades came higher, she could feel them approaching her naked cunt and the skirt was slowly parted as the scissors cut it higher and higher. She felt their coldness as they sheered around her cunt and their edges touched the naked base of her stomach as they worked their way towards the waistband.
Their back edges pressed deeply into her skin as Father Thomas opened them wide enough to accommodate the extra material at the waist, then he brought them together sharply and her skirt fell aside.
Now she felt completely exposed.
But the scissors did not stop, they carried on up the front of her blouse. He clipped them on one side of the buttons and the flimsy material began to peel away. He brought them up between her neat breasts and she felt their sharp coldness in her cleavage as he snipped them to the top of the last button. They stopped snipping when the blouse fell aside and he rested them for a moment against her throat.
She began trembling with fear as she suddenly realised her predicament: lying outstretched on the rack, shaved naked with her clothing cut apart and lying at her side, totally exposed and at the mercy of Father Thomas. She shuddered as she shrunk back from Caleb's mocking taunts and stared fearfully at the manacled women hanging limply in their chains. She could hardly believe it, but she knew it was happening, and she shook all over and felt the pain in her wrists and ankles and when she pulled at them the pain intensified. She struggled and tore at her bonds, her wrists hurt terribly as she writhed her pelvis and tried to turn her body to hide her nakedness. She twisted frantically and as she threw herself to one side she knocked Caleb off the side of the rack. He fell on the floor with a thud.
There was a moment of silence; she stopped moving, there was no noise; then there was uproar. The dungeon exploded into a turmoil of anger and noise. Caleb sprung to his feet and started screeching at the top of his voice, his face was purple with anger and he sprung at Maria like a wild animal. The woman on the walls all pulled frantically at their manacles and their chains clanged under the writhing of their limbs. Maria twisted herself wildly in distress and fear.
Caleb leapt between her legs and jumped up and down on the wooden base of the rack. He pulled the zip of his trousers open and his cock fell out into his hands. It was long and half erect. Maria could just see it as she strained her chin down towards her naked chest. He grabbed it and started pulling at it and it grew instantly into a huge, engorged member completely out of proportion with the size of his body. Maria twisted and turned, throwing her head from side to side in blind panic.
"Fucking bitch! Fucking bitch!"
Caleb held his throbbing cock up high then bent onto his knees and pressed its head against Maria's shaven cunt. She felt its heat and then its width as it began to penetrate her, the swollen glans forcing her outer labia apart with ease as it drove in without pausing.
"Caleb!" shouted Father Thomas. "Down Caleb!"
He took no notice and started thrusting his cock even deeper. Maria gasped as she felt the monstrous cock pushing painfully inside her, her thighs were stretched so tight that she could do nothing except let it enter. Caleb thrust again and his cock went even deeper. She gasped again as she felt its hot tip going higher than she had ever known.
"Caleb! Caleb!"
Father Thomas rushed forward and grabbed Caleb's shoulders, he tried to drag him off but Caleb was too strong and too angry. He thrust again, this time even deeper, and Maria screamed as his cock went in up to its base.
"Caleb! Caleb!"
Father Thomas struggled to get Caleb off but Caleb was now thrusting at Maria like a dog. His pelvis moved frantically as he dropped his body on top of Maria and she gasped as his weight knocked her breath from her. He clasped his arms around her waist, buried his face into her breasts and held on tightly as he fucked her harder and harder refusing to let go. She screamed again as she felt his cock swelling even more, its tip was expanding against the insides of her vagina and she could hardly stand the strain, she felt as of she was going to explode. Father Thomas pulled frantically at Caleb's shoulders to get him away, but his grip was too tight and he was impossible to prize off.
As she contorted under the weight of the frantic dwarf, Maria felt her own body beginning to respond, not in fear but with desire. She felt her breasts pushing at his face and she felt her cunt driving onto his cock. She was beginning to match his frenzy. She could not hold him but she could follow the wild rhythm of his body and she could suck at his cock with her cunt. Her screams turned to yells, they matched his movements as well and she squeezed her cunt around his mighty cock even more. Father Thomas pulled as hard as he could and suddenly Caleb was wrenched from his prize, lifted bodily and thrown down onto the floor, his huge cock sticking up throbbing and wet.
Maria let out another yell, a yell of anger and dismay, her cunt stayed open and she wanted it filled, she looked at Father Thomas and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Fuck it Father, please fuck it."
Father Thomas stared back, then recoiled when he heard her words.
"You bitch! You evil little bitch!"
"Please Father, fuck it please. Please Father, fuck it, please, or Caleb, please, either of you, both of you, fuck it please, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I want a cock in my cunt. I want my cunt fucking. Please fill it, please fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it -"
She would not stop, she kept repeating it over and over again. Father Thomas rushed to one of the walls and pulled something down from a hook. He came back to Maria and held a leather gag with a ball at its centre above her mouth and shook it threateningly.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck my cunt, I want a cock in it, fucking, fucking, fucking -"
He slapped the gag across her face, the ball filled her mouth and she was silenced as he tied it tightly behind her head. Even so, she was still trying to make sounds, somewhere deep in her throat she was growling out her needs and her eyes blazed and her cunt ran with her delectable perfumed moisture.
"Caleb, you evil little bastard! Come to the wheel and put some turns on it."
Caleb folded his cock back into his trousers and zipped them up, then went obediently to the wheel of the rack, grabbed the spiky handles and waited for instructions. Father Thomas looked down at Maria, her mouth forced wide by the leather ball that filled her mouth, and the sides of the gag cutting deeply into her cheeks.
"I can tell there is much evil in you my child, so much evil. We are going to have to prize it out. We must get started straight away. A few turns on the wheel will let you know what is in store for you. I have already heard some of your filthy thoughts, now I want to know them all, all your dirty ideas, all your fantasies, all your evil desires. I want you to tell me all of them in every detail, then and only then can we begin to save you and cleanse you of your sins. Caleb! Give her the first turn!"
Maria's body strained under the turn of the wheel. She felt the ropes at her wrists and ankles pull into her flesh as the huge wooden drum pulled them tighter. She could not move, her whole body was stretched on the rack. Her cunt still ached from Caleb's frantic thrusting and as the ropes tightened she felt a thrill of fear and desire creep all over her, it centred on her cunt and she wanted it filled again.
"Another turn, my little friend, another slow turn will stretch her enough for the moment."
Maria felt the ropes tightening even more, her arms pulled terribly and she felt her hip joints straining as if they were going to come apart. Still, the throbbing in her cunt did not ease, the fear of the rack only mingled with the overpowering desire to have a cock thrusting deeply inside her. Her eyes were wide and ablaze with passion as Father Thomas bent down to her.
"That will do for the moment my child, reflect on your sins, reflect on your fantasies, and when I return you can tell them all."
The dungeon fell silent and Maria was left stretched out on the rack. Her head was filled with thoughts of the delights of sex and the raptures of pain and, as she stared around the walls at the manacled women, she could only think of ways of fulfilling her desires and suffering more.