Maria awoke to the rattle of chains. She turned to look in the direction of the noise, then realised that she was still racked and only able to move her head. She tried to clear her throat, but the gagging leather ball in her mouth made her choke. For one terrible moment she thought she was going to be sick, then it passed. Someone was untying the women from the walls.
It was the golden haired man who had attacked her! It was Kirk!
She watched silently.
He reached up to the first woman and with a large key undid her manacles; she fell to the floor in a heap, he kicked at her and she groaned.
"Up bitch, you're needed. I hope you've been thinking of ways to please. It's an important client and I wouldn't like to be in your shoes if you fail to please him. Christ no!"
The young woman got up slowly, rubbed her wrists and looked over to Maria but turned quickly as the young man punched her in the back.
"Attention! Wait for your orders!"
One by one he untied the other women and soon they all stood in a row rubbing their wrists, their faces reddened by the tape as it clung to their cheeks. The last woman to be released was the girl whose clothes were all in tatters. The young man put his hand between her legs before he undid her.
"Nice," he said. "I hear you're always keen for a bit. How's this?"
He pushed his fingers into her cunt, she looked straight at him and began to writhe.
"Nice cunt. Sorry though, you'll have to wait for the moment."
He removed his fingers and smeared them across her cheeks, then he undid her and she stood obediently with the rest. As she stood with the others Maria could see her buttocks through the tears in her dress, on her right cheek there was a strange red mark that looked as if it had been branded into her skin, Maria thought it spelt a name, 'Barbara'.
"Line up now slaves. That's it, line up and follow me."
They all fell into a line and, as he walked out into the tunnel, they all followed dutifully with their heads bowed. Maria was left alone. There was no point in trying to get free, she was completely captive. She thought about her sins and how at last she was beginning to be cleansed. Then she thought about Barbara and how she had screamed to be fucked by Father Thomas. Then she thought about Caleb rutting at her like an angry animal and she wanted to reach down and feel herself. Then she heard someone coming down the tunnel.
Father Thomas!
"Maria, my child. I hope you have been doing what I instructed. I have come to relieve you of your terrible fantasies and desires. I hope you are ready to explain them to me. If not…"
He reached up to one of the chains that hung from the wall and drew it from its ring, he shook it by his side and it rattled heavily.
"If not…"
He sidled over to Maria and sat on the edge of the rack.
"Have you enjoyed the tension of the rack my child? Have you enjoyed having your limbs stretched and pulled? Have you enjoyed not being able to cry out and be a filthy little bitch?"
He reached down and started to untie the gag. He let the thongs dangle at the side of her face and she made no effort to remove the ball, she just lay there staring up at him and kept it firmly inside her mouth. She licked the back edge of it as if to show him that she did not want to let it go. Father Thomas lifted the sides of the gag but Maria bit down hard on the leather ball and when he pulled it she bit even harder. He tugged at it hard but she would not let it go and gripped it between her teeth like a dog with a bone.
"Bitch!" he shouted. "Bitch!"
Again he tried to get the gag from her mouth but Maria clung onto it tightly and he could not get it free.
"Bitch! Let it go! Let it go or you will never be saved. You cannot save yourself like this. Let it go bitch!"
He pulled hard at the gag until finally the leather ball exploded from her mouth. She gasped loudly and, with her mouth still open and gaping, growled and snarled like a savage brute.
"You are a little bitch; a real little animal. Here, bite on this."
He dangled his finger in front of her still gaping mouth and she made a snap at it, he pulled it away and laughed. Then he dangled it again and she snapped again but he was too quick and she could not move her head enough to pursue her prey.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," he said tauntingly as he kept dangling his finger in front of her mouth and she kept snapping at it without success.
"Now, stop your silly animal games. It is time to begin your treatment. Your confession has begun in earnest."
Father Thomas held up the chain and rested it across her breasts, drew it slowly across her skin then dangled it in front of her face. She snapped at it and he pulled it away quickly.
"So, what have you been thinking about overnight, my little animal?"
Maria did not speak at first. She knew she would have to in the end, but she still wanted to snap at something, to bite into something or miss it and have it dangled at her again. She wanted to be taunted and played with, but she also wanted something in her mouth, she wanted it filled and plugged, she wanted to run her tongue around it and suck it and taste it.
"Can I suck your cock Father?"
"What! Is this the start? Is this your first fantasy? You are an evil little bitch indeed. Perhaps you will be impossible to save. Again, what did you say?"
"Can I suck your cock Father? I want it in my mouth, I want to feel how big it is, I want to draw it fully in, I want to feel it throbbing as I suck it across my tongue. Oh Father, give it to me I want to suck it until it finishes and fills my mouth, then I want to drink it down and feed on it. Father, I need to suck it. Get it out, give it to me. Please Father, stick it in my mouth."
"Quiet, bitch!" he screamed. "Quiet! This is not your confession. How can it be? This is not your deepest fantasy, this is just lust, this is just craving."
Without warning he lifted the chain and brought it down across her breasts and she howled in pain.
"Now, you know what I want, I want you to confess your fantasies."
"Oh Father, I'm so sorry. Please Father, forgive me, I'm so sorry, I will tell you what I must, I promise, I will hold nothing back."
"Good. So, let us start."
Maria took a deep breath and began.
"Father, I want sex with men, lots of them, not just one after another but all at the same time. I have always wanted it like this, even when I was very young I used to think about what it would be like, but then I could never imagine how it would be best. Now I know, now I know how I want it."
"Continue my child. Tell me everything you desire and tell me in detail. Only if you tell me can I help you. Everything now."
"I want to go into a pub, into a bar, I want to go up to the bar and order a drink. I will be by myself and I will sit on a stool at the bar. I will be wearing a very short skirt and my white panties will be easy to see as I stretch my legs up on the stool. The barman will eye me up and down and I will lean forward so that he can see how my breasts curve nakedly inside my blouse. There will be a group of men at a table in the corner, they will start looking at me and they will nudge each other and laugh about what they would like to do to me. I will drink my drink quietly and, every so often, I will turn on the bar stool and re-cross my legs in such a way that the men at the table can see my white panties. I will have made sure to wear very thin ones that slip against the soft edges of my cunt as I cross my legs. "After a while, as they drink more, the men will get more boisterous so I will walk over to the pool table and pick up a cue. I will bend over the table and start to hit some pool balls around the table and as I bend I will make sure that my thin panties can be seen by the men at the table. I will hear them saying things about my bottom and how they would like to fuck me. Then I will reach over the table to get one of the balls and my skirt will rise right up over my bottom, it will be in full view of the men, but that is what I want and I will keep reaching for the ball. I will feel the hard edge of the pool table against the front of my hips and I will press against it. Then, so that I can reach further, I will put the cue down at the side of the table."
"What then, what will you do then?"
"I will wait, I don't want to reach the ball you see, I just want to show my bottom to the men and I will stay there showing my bottom until they do something. Then one of them will sidle over and pick up the cue. He will hold it up above my bottom but I will not move, he will place it against my bottom and rub it against my silky panties and still I will not move. Then the others will come up and gather around me, but still I will stay there, leaning as far as I can cross the table. I know what they want to do and I am going to let it happen. I know they want to rape me and I will not stop them though I know that when they start I will pretend to resist. I will give them the pleasure of thinking that I don't want to be violated, but all the time I will be enjoying their violence."
"Go on my child, go on."
"I will feel the cue against my bottom and it will make my cunt wet, it will need to be wet because of all the fucking it is going to get. I will lift my bottom against it and feel how it rubs against my smooth panties. Then I will feel an extra pressure from it, I will not be able to lift it any more because the man will be forcing me to stay lying across the table. I will wait for what happens next, I know they are going to rape me but I don't know how and the thought of not knowing will excite me and I will start sweating and feeling flushed. Then I will feel someone else holding one of my wrists then someone holding the other and I will be pinned down to the table. The cue will lift away then come smacking down on my bottom and I will yell loudly because it will hurt but still I will want it more. Then it will come down again and I will yell even louder. I will smell the sweat of the men holding my wrists and I will hear them shouting encouragement to one of the gang as he undoes his trousers behind me. They will call me names, whore, bitch, cow, and I will get more excited each time I hear the words. "Then I will feel my panties being grabbed by the waist and they will be torn down. My bottom will be exposed and my cunt will show out between the crack of my thighs. I will start screaming as though I don't want them to fuck me but all the time I will be screaming with delight at the thought of their cocks and how they are going to use them."
"Go on, what will you do then?"
"I will scream a lot but I will be waiting for the first cock. My face will be flattened against the green cloth of the pool table and I will dribble onto it. I will not be able to see what is going on behind me but then I will feel the heat from the first cock, it will be massive and it will force its way straight in. I will squirm as though I am trying to resist but all the time I will be sucking it inside my cunt and it will go right up all in one go. The men will be laughing and taunting me as the first man fucks me hard and deep and soon I will feel the throbbing of his spunk surging up his cock. I will feel it spurting deeply inside my cunt, then I will feel his cock being pulled out and his semen running out after it. Then, straight away, another one will come inside me, this one is even longer and it will bury itself right up me. I will scream again and this time I will be screaming because it really hurts."
"Go on, what will happen next?"
"This cock will be fucking me and then I will see one in front of my face. The men holding my wrists will grab my hair roughly and lift my head while one of the men kneels on the table and holds his stiff cock in front of me. While I'm being fucked from behind he will stick his cock in my mouth and I will be forced to suck it. It will go very deep and I will choke but I will not stop. Then another will start fucking me and the one in my mouth will finish right down my throat.
"Then they will turn me over and hold me down on my back, they will rip my skirt off and tear my blouse and my panties will be pulled down around my ankles. One of the men will sit astride me and wank all over me. He will rub his cock around my breasts and then squirt his spunk into my face. Then they will lift my legs high and one of them will stick his cock up my cunt then pull it out, all wet and silky, and stick it up my arse. This will make me scream because it is a big one. While he is fucking my arse one of them will crouch over me and lick my cunt. He will force his arse down over my face and I will have to stick my tongue up it."
"How will they make you do that?"
"They will not have to, I will want, I will want to lick my tongue deeply up his arse and feel his balls hanging down across my chin. Then I will feel the man up my arse finishing and I will scream for them to stop. I will plead with them to let me go, but they will get even rougher and wilder. One of them will lie down on the table and I will be held above him. He will stick his cock into my arse, it is already wet from the spunk of the man that has just finished in it. This cock is very thick and I will squeal as he plunges it into me. Then one of them will get on top of me and fuck my cunt, then two of them will stick their cocks into my mouth at the same time. I can hardly get them in my mouth and I will choke as they force their nobs to the back of my throat, then another will wank over me and finish so much I will hear it as it splashes all over me. Then the one in my arse will finish and the one in my cunt, then the two in my mouth will come at the same time and then they will bend me over and beat me with the cue for being such a whore. Then, as they take turns to beat me with the cue and as they call me names and abuse me and spit on me, I will finish. I will shout to them to fuck me more, beat me more, fuck my arse more, wank over me more, all the time I finish I will shout to them that they have not been able to give me enough and I will demand that they give me more. Because I want more they will beat me even harder but it will only make me scream louder. Then when they have had enough of beating me they will leave me lying on the pool table, covered in spunk and gasping for breath."
Father Thomas was silent for a few moments. Then he spoke quietly.
"Oh my child, my dear child, you are so terrible, your thoughts are so evil."
Then his face hardened and he shouted at her.
"You are such a fucking bitch!"
He stood up abruptly, pulled the heavy chain across her breasts then threw it down across her hips. She screeched.
"What else? I know there is more, what else? Tell me or be damned forever. Tell me your sinful fantasies, all of them, you fucking little bitch!"
"Oh Father I'm so terrible I've finished while I was telling you my fantasy. Oh Father, can you help me? Can you save me?"
"Tell me the rest."
"Oh Father, I want to be tied up, I want to be held captive, I want to be violated, I want to be fucked, I want to be tortured. Oh Father, save me please."
"Tell me, tell me how you want to be tied. Tell me bitch!"
"This is terrible, I never thought I could admit it, even to myself."
"Tell me, you must, tell me how."
"Oh Father, I want to be abducted, I want to be stolen in the night, I want to be ripped from my bed and taken away blindfolded and tied, I want to be bundled into the boot of a car and driven for days until I am starved and thirsty, then I want to be released into the bright daylight and tortured."
"Tell me how my child, do not spare me the details, tell me how you want to be tortured."
"When I am released from the car boot I want to be dazzled by the sun, it will take me ages until my eyes adjust, but as soon as they get used to the light I will be knocked unconscious and thrown back into the car boot. The next thing I know I will be having water thrown over my face and I will be in a hot foreign land, I will not know how long it has been since I was kidnapped and I will be terrified. I will be starved for a few more days and then released into a compound, a dusty pen where animals are corralled and branded. Everyone there will be black, they will lean over the side of the corral and prod me with long spears. I will run around in the dust terrified of what they are going to do to me, then I will fall in the dust exhausted but they will keep prodding me until I get up and run again."
"What are they going to do to you?"
"That's it, I don't know, I'm so afraid of what might happen to me, I'm not sure I will even live through it, but at the same time I'm excited because I've no idea of what they are going to do. I feel so humiliated running around the compound, so dirty, my clothes are in tatters and my feet are cut and bleeding and they taunt me as I run around the ring, I just feel so terrified. Then one of the men leaps down from the side of the corral, he has a large dog on a heavy chain and the dog bares its teeth at me. The man uses the dog to drive me towards the edge of the ring and as I back up in fear I am grabbed from behind by two of the men. All the rest cheer as I am caught, then the two men jump over the fence, drag me to the ground and roll me over face down."
"Do you still feel afraid of what will happen?"
"Yes, oh yes, terrified. One of the men sits on my back and the breath is knocked out of me. I choke in the dust and the dog barks and growls in front of me. Then I hear more cheering and shouting and I feel something hot going past me. I turn to see what it is but someone hits the back of my head and forces my face deeper into the dust. I choke some more and cough to try and get breath but I feel as though I am suffocating. Then I hear men gathering around me and, as I pull my face out of the dust, I can see their feet dancing up and down as they shout and chant at what is happening."
"What is happening? Do you know yet what they are going to do to you?"
"No, I still don't know. Then I feel hands around my bottom and then I feel my skirt being torn off. It rips and is flung down into the dust, then, I hear the men cheer loudly as my panties are grabbed, torn down and pulled off over my feet. Then I feel the heat again and I sweat with fear and struggle for all I'm worth but still they will not let me go. My eyes fill with dust and I feel as though I am being buried, I choke terribly, then…"
"Yes, then, then what?"
"Then I feel it. Oh, it's so terrible Father, I can't explain it."
"You must, you must."
"It seers me, on my bottom, the heat is awful, they're branding me Father! Oh Father, they're branding me with a red-hot iron. The men cheer and, as the iron sizzles against my bottom, I feel the terrible scorching pain and I hear my skin burning, and Father, I can smell it! I shriek and scream and howl and screech so loudly. I just can't bear the pain and I think I'm going to die. Then it's over, the pain subsides and I'm lifted to my feet. One of the men ties a rope around my neck, all the others gather around and I'm led away from the corral towards a railway engine. It's a steam engine and it's roaring with smoke and noise. I'm dragged up to it and the heat that comes from it is unbearable. I feel faint but the man with the rope around my neck keeps tugging at it and when my legs crumple he pulls harder and makes me stand up straight. He says that now I'm a slave, that I have been branded, I will have to do everything that I'm told."
"Yes, yes, what does he do with you?"
"He takes me right up to the locomotive, steam gushes out and burns my legs and I try to pull back but he is too strong, he drags me to one of the wheels. Some of the other men gather around me and tie me to a wheel, a huge steel wheel that's all hot and greasy, they tie my wrists and legs so that I am spread-eagled against it. I can feel the spokes cutting into my breasts, then the engine sounds it's whistle and steam belches from beneath it, it surges between my legs, wetting my skin with its scorching heat and I scream in horror."
"What next? What next?"
"Then, while the man holds tight to the rope around my neck the others come up behind me. My bottom is still burning from the branding and one of them smacks it hard, the pain is almost unbearable, the pain of the smack on top of the burning of my branded skin is just terrible. Then they all take it in turn to smack me. It seems to go on for ages and all the while the man with the rope keeps it taut and my neck is strained so tightly that when he tugs it I choke. Then the first one takes his cock out and thrusts it up my arse, I hang onto the iron spokes of the wheel and feel him thrusting me deeply, I feel totally filled up. My neck it nearly throttled as he comes and the man with the rope squeals with delight. Then another, this time up my cunt, then another, in my cunt again, then another, first up my cunt and then up my arse. The steam from the engine bursts out against my legs and scolds me and they keep fucking me, sometimes in my cunt, sometimes up my arse, sometimes they go from one to the other, I feel completely humiliated and overcome with pain."
"Do you feel pleasure?"
"Oh, that's what's so terrible Father. I finish every time I'm fucked. Every time! Each cock gives me a fresh orgasm, each one is better than the one before. The pain, the heat, the captivity, all blend into amazing orgasms, one after the other, I just can't stop finishing. I revel in the delight of the terrible pain and the repeated fucking, every time one of them finishes I come as well and straight away, yes straight away, I want fucking again."
"How many times are you fucked my child?"
"I can't tell, but at least fifty, maybe a hundred, whatever it is, it's not enough, I end up screaming for more and they keep coming. Only when none of them can get their cock hard do they stop but even then I still want more. I beg and plead for more, anything, fucking, smacking, I beg to be branded again, I plead to be dragged along in the dust by the rope around my neck, I beg to be splayed wide and fucked by anything, I beg for the growling dog."
"You are so evil, so evil! Is there nothing you will stop at? Tell me, is there anything else? Do you have any other secrets to confess?"
"Oh Father, I do."
"Then tell me, let me hear them all, it is the only way you can be saved. I can hardly bear it but it is my duty to listen to your filthy fantasies."
"Oh Father, Father, fucking is not enough for me. I need more than just cocks, I need more than just spunk up my cunt or up my arse, I need to suffer, more than anything Father, I need to be humiliated, I need to be treated like an animal. I think about it all the time. My mind is filled with the pleasures of defilement and degradation. I'm so evil, I know I am, but I can't stop the feelings. Like an animal, that's how I want to be, I want to growl and snap and I want to be fucked like a beast. That's what I am, I know it, I'm a beast, I want to be stripped naked, so that I am like an animal, then I can snarl and bite, then I can be kicked when I am disobedient, then I can be punished if I fail to please my master."
"What would your master ask of you?"
"Anything, there is nothing I would not do for him. I would beg him for instructions, I would plead with him for tests of my obedience, I would be a grovelling slave-beast for him, he could command me to do anything, anything."
"But don't you have any desires of your own?"
"My only desires are to please my master, to flinch when he scolds me and to twist away in pain when he kicks me for my disobedience."
"What has this master done to you then? What has he forced you to do to show your obedience?"
"He takes me to the pit, the pit is where he takes me. It is a fighting pit, other animals like me snarl and fight and draw each others blood in the pit. But when he takes me there the fighting is all over, there is blood in the sand on the floor but the other animals have gone. Some have left as victors and others have been dragged out ripped and torn to pieces by their stronger foes. When my master brings me in, men line up around the ring, they are inflamed with all the fighting that has gone on. They are chanting and jeering, they have seen much blood and many horrors and they are satiated but they know, when my master brings me in, they know that they will be even more satisfied, they know that the pleasures they have had so far will be nothing compared to what my master will force me to do for them."
"Tell me how he makes you please them."
"My master drags me in, I am naked and around my neck is a thin leather thong. He trails the other end loosely in his hand, it is very thin and the slightest pulls cuts into my skin. I have to crawl on all fours, my master will not let me stand, my hands and knees are cut and raw from all the grovelling I do for my master but still I have to crawl. The men around the ring cheer loudly and when my master snatches the leather thong and drags me to heel, the men roar again wildly. My master makes me sit like a dog, and I crouch down on my knees and hold my hands like paws just below my breasts. I look up at the frenzied faces of the men around the pit and they throw scraps of food down in front of me but, even though I am starved because I rarely get fed, I am not allowed to pick them up. The men laugh at me and spit down onto me, then my master lets go of the thong and commands me to sit obediently while he goes to the side of the ring. The men taunt me as much as they can but still I sit obediently, waiting for my master's return. When he comes back he is carrying a leather saddle and the men cheer loudly because they know what is going to happen to me."
"Are you excited?"
"My cunt is dribbling Father. I want it licked but I dare not move. Then my master grabs the thong again and pulls it hard, I know this is the order to get up onto all fours again. I whine like a sick dog as the thong cuts into my neck and the men go quiet as they watch intently. Then my master throws the saddle across my back, I slump under the weight of it and I gasp for breath and the men all cheer as they see me flinching. My master ties the girth around my waist, he pulls it so tight I can hardly breathe, then he picks up the bridle and drops it over my head, I open my mouth and wait, then my master pulls the metal bit between my teeth. It clanks against them and he tugs the leash around my neck which is my order to bite down onto the bit, I bite it hard. "Then my master jumps up onto my back, I can hardly bear his weight but I arch my back to take the strain. Then he pulls on the bit and drives me around the outside edges of the pit, he rides me in front of the jeering men and they throw things at me and spit down onto me. When my master wants me to move he whips me across my buttocks with a leather whip and he makes me go faster by whipping me harder. He rides me wildly and whips me harshly and I bite the bit harder to stave off the pain. Then my master pulls back hard on the bit and backs me up to some of the men. He pulls me back so that my buttocks are presented to them, then he pulls harder so that the bit digs into the sides of my mouth and this is the order to stop. Then, as he sits astride me, the first man comes up behind me and sticks his cock into my arse. I can't scream because of the bit between my teeth, and the man fucks me madly as my master jumps up and down on the saddle that weighs so heavily on my back. When the first man is finished my master drives me to the next, and the next, and the next, until I have been fucked up the arse by all of them. Then all the men come down into the pit and take turns at whipping my bottom and licking my arse and my cunt, then, when they have all enjoyed me as much as they want, my master rides me out of the pit and ties me tightly in a stable where I stay until the next time.
"I wait all night, growling in the stable, then the next morning my master comes again, this time he brings with him a -"
"Enough!"
"But that's not all Father."
"Enough of your filth!"
"But Father, I need to tell you all the other things. I need to tell you about how I want to be pierced: through my nipples, my nose, my clitoris. Oh yes, I want to be pierced painfully through my clitoris, then I want a chain tied through the ring and I want to be dragged around by it, dragged and pulled and punished and violated. Oh, and there's so much more Father, I want to be chased through the night by men and dogs, I want to feel the fear of being captured as the dogs bay and snarl at my heels, then I want to be caught and violated and tied to a stake and have flames lapping round my feet, and then, oh Father, I can hardly say it, and then I want -"
"Enough I said! You need cleansing of your fantasies, I cannot bear to hear any more of your evil, you must go for training straight away, you filthy little bitch! You evil little whore! Caleb!"
Caleb sprang out of the shadows of the dungeon.
"Take her from the rack and throw her in her cell, make sure you tie her tight though, she is very evil and will need much training before she is saved."
Caleb jumped up to the wheel of the rack and released the tension, Maria slumped limply, then he untied her and dragged her away down the tunnel. He pulled her along roughly until they came to an iron grating door, he reached up to the heavy handle and swung the door open.
"In slave-bitch! Quickly! Quickly! Quickly!"
He prodded at her with his staff and she tumbled into the dark cell. She could hardly see anything and she was so exhausted that she let Caleb do what he wanted. He put her wrists in some steel manacles that hung from the wall and then manacled her legs to a solid steel bar, her legs were forced wide and the bar was almost too heavy for her to lift. When he had finished, he jumped back and eyed her with satisfaction.
"Naughty girl! Naughty girl! Naughty girl!" he jeered, then he sprang round and ran off up the tunnel, leaving her alone, naked and tightly manacled in the dark cell.