The pirates held Vanessa on board Auda's yacht for four days before sailing back to Rouassa. Both Vanessa and the pirates had imagined Auda would have been searching for them but to her dismay she discovered that Auda had fled the very day that Zoe had been auctioned. Only hours after the auctioned girls had been shipped out, three military helicopters had swept over the slave trader's fortress and pandemonium had broken loose. Leaflets were dropped warning Delgardo to hand over Auda bin Yasel and the British Secret Agent Zoe Farquerson or to face the consequences. Whilst Delgardo was deliberating, Auda fled on foot into the jungle.
The contingent of British Marines was too small to assault the fortress but Delgardo played the diplomat anyway and told them that Auda had made a run for it already and alas the girl had been sold and was gone, he knew not where.
So the pirates brought Vanessa to Delgardo and a sum was agreed. They quickly left on Auda's luxury yacht only to cover a few miles before one of the three military helicopters spotted them. By lunchtime the next day the Head of the British Secret Service was brought up to date with the turn of events. The Marines had captured Auda's yacht. Auda had vanished into the jungle. Zoe Farquerson was still missing, whereabouts unknown.
Vanessa had only been held at Karunga a couple of days when two men arrived with payment for her and she was handed over to them.
'A pleasing young thing,' Delgardo smiled ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands together, a fat wad of American hundred-dollar bills in his back pocket.
'Indeed, the Colonel always prefers English girls. She'll do nicely for him.'
Vanessa was forced to listen to this amicable chitchat whilst two of Delgardo's henchmen roped her arms tightly behind her back.
'And you say she's nineteen?'
'Yes and already well trained. She's been briefly in an Arab's possession and before that she was trained as a submissive.'
Vanessa saw Delgardo glance down at her as he spoke. She winced as a rope was drawn unfairly tight around her elbows, twisting her arms back against each other and pinning them into the small of her back. She grunted in objection but they'd already ball-gagged her and her muffled groaning went unnoticed.
'So how is the Farquerson girl settling in?' Delgardo asked.
Vanessa pricked up her ears at the mention of Zoe then swore through the gag as a rope bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. Having bound her ankles and wrists they were now immobilising her arms and legs with more ropes. Why did the bastards have to make them so tight? Vanessa struggled in protest and for her efforts was rewarded with a sharp slap across her naked rump.
'Oh, she's getting used to life at Shrevra. The Colonel is enjoying supervising her breaking in.'
'Signor Delgardo, this one's ready.'
'Good work Pepe, into the crate with her then. Give her a jab first to quieten her down.'
Vanessa was injected and lowered into a small crate. Bastards... she thought as the lid was fitted over her and she listened to them hammering it down. So, it looks like I'm going to meet up with Zoe again, I wonder whether...
Her thoughts remained unconcluded as the drug they'd administered swiftly took effect and she slumped unconscious against the side of the crate.
She woke dazed to find herself on board a plane. The crate had been opened and she had been dragged out on her stomach. She was vaguely aware of some men unfastening the ropes around her ankles and thighs then drawing her legs apart.
'English girl looks so sleepy.'
'Pretty blonde hair... you too tired to mind anything we do with you, yes?'
Vanessa tried to focus on the leering face close before her. Someone was holding her head up by grasping her hair as someone else drew her legs apart.
'You like to do this, yes? You know what we do with you?'
The man behind her nudged her thighs further apart, then his weight settled over her. His cock was thick: opening her sex with his fingers, he rammed it into her. Vanessa sighed through the ball-gag; the man holding her hair grinned.
'Quick fuck and no-one knows... you good girl... good girl.'
Vanessa had no strength in her limbs and her mind felt too dazed for her to object as the men took it in turns to use her body for their pleasure. After they finished with her, the ropes were fastened back around her legs and she was left to slide back into the welcome escape that sleep offered.
When she came to again the plane had landed somewhere and preparations were being made to unload the plane's cargo. She drifted in and out of sleep as she was transferred to a truck but remained oblivious of what happened from then until the moment the loud clatter of the truck's tailboard falling open woke her with a start.
She lifted her head weakly and gazed around her. As the dust settled from the swinging tailgate she saw three men watching her. Two were natives and the third was a European man of late middle age attired in a white suit with a coloured cravat with a wide brimmed Panama hat shielding his eyes from the fierce sun.
'Welcome to Shrevra, my child.'
He smiled benignly then gestured to the two men who jumped into the truck and clasping Vanessa by her bound arms hauled her from the vehicle.
'Signor Delgardo did not exaggerate when he described you. And so cheap! But then of course he doubtless wished to wash his hands quickly of you.'
The two natives held Vanessa as the man spoke to her. She was still wearing the bikini which the pirates had dressed her in before taking her to the slave market. Her long blonde hair was dirty and tangled and her body was covered with dust from the journey in the truck.
'Get her cleaned up then bring her to my quarters.'
Vanessa was dragged away by the arms, her heels dragging through the dusty earth. She could see the monastery was ringed by high hills lushly planted with rows of green bushes and beyond these in one direction were snow-capped mountains.
'Where the hell is this place?' she asked the girl who was diligently washing her legs with a large soapy sponge.
'Shrevra is in northern India, those are the Himalayas,' she answered, encouraging Vanessa to part her legs so she could wash up the inside of her thighs more easily.
'What's your name, where are you from then?' Vanessa asked.
'Mandy. My name's Mandy.'
'And where are you from Mandy?'
The girl looked at her for a moment, as she seemed to have to think hard about the answer to this simple question. Finally, when she replied, her tone had changed and her answer was mechanical.
'Oh, I lived in England before here, but this is my true home.'
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief and glanced across to where a monk stood sternly watching over the two girls. Although her restraints had been removed, the leather straps lying pooled on the flagstones nearby, she knew she'd have no chance of escape in her present condition. Everywhere around the monastery monks were to be seen as well as the native guards that they employed to man the heavy gates and to patrol the high stone ramparts that encircled the buildings. The more Vanessa looked around her the more she realised that the place was as much a fortress as it was a supposed spiritual retreat. What Vanessa found most alarming was the way that Mandy seemed resigned to her life here.
'I have to wash you properly so this has to come off,' Mandy announced, fingering the black bikini thong that Vanessa wore.
'Oh, sure...'
Vanessa lifted her bum up, taking her weight on her hands and allowing the other girl to pull the material down her legs.
'Lie back and let me wash you.'
Vanessa did as she was asked, more than happy to part her legs a little more and close her eyes so that she could focus more clearly on the pleasurable sensation created by the girl lathering between her legs and diligently washing her pussy.
'Mmm...' Vanessa pulled the straps of her halter neck bikini from her sun-tanned shoulders and loosened the bow that knotted the material under her breasts. She felt Mandy remove the garment and rub the soapy sponge over her breasts. For a few moments Vanessa was able to escape from her plight by giving herself completely to the feeling of having her breasts gently caressed and massaged. Suddenly though a loud crack broke the silence followed by Mandy letting out a cry of pain.
Standing over them was the monk who'd been guarding them. He had removed the leather belt that drew his cassock around his waist and with the buckle end grasped in his hand he'd brought the other end of the belt down across Mandy's back. She looked up at him, trembling with fear. Vanessa glared at him with unconcealed loathing. The monk stared down at them both with cold fury.
'Mandy! You dare take pleasure where it is forbidden? You know the rules: no intimate familiarity with other slave girls! Go to the whipping poles and tell Brother William what you have done!'
The man swung his attention to Vanessa as Mandy scrambled to her feet and scurried away.
'As for you, well you're new so you obviously don't know the rules. In which case you'll be spared a whipping. Think yourself lucky you're going to get off this time with just a dozen strokes of the cane!'
'Take a hike!' Vanessa swore and snatching up the soapy sponge she threw it at the man's face. As he ducked she jumped up and fled. She knew she had no chance of escape but she wasn't going to meekly submit to their rules. If they wanted to punish her, they'd have to catch her first!
It took less than five minutes before Vanessa realised that she was trapped. In her bare feet she'd easily out run the first monks who chased after her. She had sprinted around the back of one building and then shot down a narrow gap between two mud huts and jumping some bins had emerged in a small courtyard. Natives and monks were now converging on her from all directions and in a panic she flung herself through a door and fled inside. The room she'd entered seemed to a meditation hall, its walls and floor were polished wood and to her dismay there was no other way out.
'I'm sorry... please...'
Vanessa backed herself into one corner as a handful of monks closed around her. She held out her arms, placing her wrists crossed against each other in a gesture of submission.
'Bind her wrists!'
Vanessa stood dripping wet and shivering, meek as a lamb as her wrists were bound with rope.
'Take her to the Hall of Redemption!'
Zoe was summoned along with the other girls and told to leave the job that she was working on immediately. Since she had just started on peeling a vast pile of potatoes she was happy to oblige, though her curiosity soon had her wondering what was so important that all the girls were receiving a peremptory summons.
She hurried as best she could in her high heels down the corridor from the kitchens, anxious not to be seen to be slow to respond to the order. It seemed a long time ago now that she had last balked at carrying out any orders for the monks and the more willing she had become to serve, the easier her life had become. She opened the door at the end of the corridor and hurried across the quadrangle to the Hall of Redemption, which was where she had been ordered to go to.
After the incident in the kitchen with Mandy and the porridge, Zoe had, after her whipping, been led by the novice monks to their quarters to show her thanks and to demonstrate how well she was learning her lessons. These were the newest monks in the commune; there were eight of them sharing a dormitory that could take up to a dozen. She was not sure if the novices were acting with the permission of the Masters but she was too wary to dare ask.
The door to the dormitory was closed and the latch on the inside of the door slid across. The eight men began to strip off their cassocks and Zoe was ordered to get down on her hands and knees. Each man took it in turns, standing before her to have her suck him until he was well aroused then he would move behind her and start screwing her while the next man took his place before her and she would start sucking him. By the time the last of the eight men had been satisfied Zoe was exhausted, her body aching. Without a word, the monks carried her back to her own room and deposited her on her bed
From then on the novices seemed to take a special interest in Zoe and she quickly learnt what they expected from her. To refuse meant the whip. To agree meant a session in their locked dormitory. She soon came to accept this new routine as a natural part of her daily life at Shrevra. The more willing she was with them the gentler they were on her and she found that devoting herself to their carnal needs really wasn't too bad. She had been so well behaved recently that for a few days she had been spared any punishment and her body almost seemed to miss the sensation of the whip against her bare skin. She had then deliberately misbehaved slightly.
Forced to lie down across a bench, her pussy ached in pleasurable anticipation of the feel of the whip against her exposed backside. She had tightened her grip on the edge of the bench and when the first blow came she'd howled with anguish. Before the whipping was over though, she had come, silently enjoying an intense orgasm without anyone so much as touching her body. Part of her reproved herself for having become like this, but she quickly stifled the self-criticism. She had worked out the best way to live at Shrevra and she'd be stupid to behave in any other way. As a subservient slave her life was far from bad, she convinced herself.
The double doors to the Hall of Redemption stood open and guarded by two monks. Half the girls were already in attendance. Large candles that flickered in the breeze from the open doors lighted the windowless, wood panelled hall. Several Masters were standing together watching a new girl being tied between two posts. Her back was to Zoe but she immediately recognised the tousled, slightly curly blonde hair that trailed down the girl's back. The victim was naked and four monks were working with ropes to bind her by the ankles and wrists so that she was held outstretched between the two posts. Zoe walked down the hall until she passed the posts and could look back and see the girl from the front. She was right; it was Vanessa.
Vanessa looked up and recognised her, she was about to speak but Zoe put her finger to her own lips indicating that she shouldn't say anything. Vanessa nodded and looked to either side of her. Her slim arms were held at full stretch, strong rope bound repeatedly around her slender wrists and drawn tautly through brass rings fixed to the poles. In a similar fashion her legs were bound.
'Gather round, girls.'
Zoe looked up at the sound of that voice. It was the Colonel. With his Masters flanking him he stood before Vanessa.
'Girls, this is your new sister, her name is Vanessa. She is a very troublesome girl. She has already committed a serious offence and if she continues in such a manner, you will all share her punishment. I think you should all therefore take a hand in disciplining her. Now, so that she will not hold any of you personally responsible for what she is about to suffer, Master Robert will blindfold her.'
One of the men stepped briskly forward, a black silk scarf already in his hand. Zoe watched as Vanessa was blindfolded.
'So, who would like to go first?' asked the Colonel.
Zoe watched as one of the girls stepped forward. The Colonel nodded his approval and one of the monks handed her a whip. The girl moved to behind where Vanessa was held spread-eagled. Swinging the whip back with all her energy she brought it lashing down across the backs of Vanessa's legs. Vanessa gave an anguished howl.
'At Shrevra you will learn to welcome the discipline of pain,' the Colonel addressed Vanessa but spoke loudly enough for everyone assembled to hear him.
The girl with the whip flicked her arm back again and Zoe glimpsed the black tail of leather flash through the air before cracking against Vanessa's back.
'Uhh!'
Vanessa jerked against the ropes that held her. Zoe could see her legs trembling. Of course she'd been whipped before but now the girl disciplining her was being merciless. Pippa, a tall redheaded Scots girl, was easily the strongest of the girls there. Her arms were slim but well muscled and she was putting all her energy into her work. Zoe could see Vanessa was sweating and shaking with nervous expectation.
Zoe watched Pippa as she brought the trailing coil of leather down across Vanessa's back again.
'Uhh! Please... stop it!' Vanessa howled.
The Scots girl flicked the whip again and the leather snapped across the back of her victim's legs.
'No more!' Vanessa cried out desperately.
Pippa stalked haughtily around her tethered victim. Again the whip leaped through the air and the hard leather bit across the bare skin of Vanessa's stomach making her jerk backwards in surprise and alarm. Zoe saw a faint red line quickly emerge where the whip had struck and she winced in sympathy for Vanessa. Pippa paused, allowing Vanessa to wonder where the pain would be next. When it came it was high over her back, the whip cutting down hard over her shoulders and making her buckle at the knees. Had she not been roped by the wrists, she'd have fallen. As she struggled to pick herself back up the whip cut across her buttocks making her jerk against the ropes and howl.
'Owwh! Stop it!'
Again the whip came down, this time against her thighs.
'Please... enough...'
Vanessa shook her head, her arms and legs jerked and twisted against the ropes that held her. She was sobbing uncontrollably and Zoe smiled, recalling how Vanessa had delighted in humiliating her. Now Auda's blonde plaything was on the receiving end of some rough treatment! After a half a dozen more strokes the Colonel ordered Pippa to stop and reluctantly she handed the whip back to one of the monks.
'Who next?' the Colonel asked.
The youngest of the pretty Indian girls, without a second's pause, raised her hand. The Colonel nodded his agreement and the girl dashed across to a chest that flanked the altar table. Hauling back the massive copper banded wooden lid she retrieved a gag from inside and hurried back to where Vanessa hung weakly from her arms between the two posts.
The little dark-haired girl was too short to reach behind Vanessa and gag her, so Pippa lifted her up and the young girl laughed with delight as she looked at the alarmed but helpless Vanessa, who sensed something else was about to befall her. The gag consisted of two wooden bars fastened one on top of the other to two large metals screwed rods. Between the bars there were wing-nuts and the bars were in turn fastened to a leather halter.
Zoe watched as the halter was fitted around Vanessa's head, the leather straps pressing her blonde hair against her cheeks. The halter strap buckled tightly at Vanessa's nape the girl then began twisting the wing-nuts and slowly the two wooden rods were moved apart.
Vanessa shook her head frantically in objection but the Indian girl continued twisting the wing-nuts and the wooden rods drew relentlessly apart, forcing Vanessa's jaws wider and wider.
'Uh...nuh... nuh!'
The young Indian girl jumped down from Pippa's shoulders and beamed with pride and what she'd accomplished.
'Well done,' the Colonel gave a satisfied nod, 'who would like to go next?'
Another girl promptly raised her hand.
'Go ahead,' encouraged the Colonel.
Zoe stood watching as all the girls took their turn with Vanessa. When it came to herself she wondered briefly what she should do. Vanessa had shown her little sympathy whilst she had been held Auda's prisoner, so she told herself she had no qualms about repaying the girl for some of the suffering she'd put her through. She walked calmly across to the chest and looked inside. This was a little like being back with the SES, she thought, except that now she had the chance to work on a female victim as opposed to a male one.
As she crouched down before the chest and surveyed its offerings, she reflected on how distant her time as a British Secret Service Agent now seemed. Hadn't she learnt at last, that chapter of her life was closed and that now all she needed to focus on was her life here at Shrevra? Her mind went back over how she was now taken on a regular basis by the novice monks to their dormitory and made to serve them.
Of course sometimes she rebelled and she knew what the result would be. Hands grasping her ankles and wrists, the men pulling her down over a bench or perhaps dragging her to the floor. It excited her, the feeling of struggling against so many pairs of hands. Knowing that she could win herself a few moments' reprieve before they overwhelmed her. Her pussy would be wet and aching with anticipation as they held her forcibly down. She would deliberately continue to writhe and twist, making them keep a ruthlessly hard grip on her perspiration soaked limbs. Her heart would be hammering from exertion and eager expectation as her thighs were drawn wider apart. She would cry out, telling them to stop, begging them to leave her alone, fully aware of what this would lead to. Always they seemed to have a ball-gag to hand. A shiny sphere of firm red rubber that filled her mouth completely. She would groan and cry out as the ball settled snugly between her widely stretched jaws and its strap was fastened at her nape. The men would look down at her baleful eyes and they would smile. She would shake her head, begging them to let her go. Her pleading excited them. Then once gagged, her muffled groaning would excite them even more.
By then, she'd be aching for what was to come and she had to fight down the urge not to thrust her arse up invitingly. When the first cock thrust into her, she was already so aroused that it would find her pussy wet with anticipation.
She stared into the chest then glanced back over her shoulder at where Vanessa hung by her arms. The gag whilst stopping her from making any coherent objection to what was done to her had left her able to cry out as each of the girls had taken their turn at punishing her. A girdle had been strapped around her loins that had two massive phalluses: stitched sheaths of leather tightly filled and each far larger than man size. The girls had eagerly inserted them into Vanessa's writhing body then fastened the girdle tightly around her hips. One of the girls had clipped weights to her nipples and another had taken a candle from the altar and dripped wax across her breasts. By now, she was in a pitiful state and Zoe felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her. Still, if she faltered, she would be courting punishment herself.
She took a long coil of fine rope from the bottom of the chest and walked slowly back to where Vanessa was held. The young blonde girl being blindfolded had no way of knowing what was about to befall her next. Well, Zoe told herself, the time had come to repay Auda's little tart for all the torment she'd inflicted upon her. And she'd never know just what Zoe had done to her!
Zoe looped the rope around one of Vanessa's luscious breasts and drew the slipknot tight. The hemp rope was waxed and slid smoothly tighter and tighter, until it drew the mound of soft flesh in at its base and the breast hung down, its heaviness accentuated. Vanessa groaned plaintively through the two rods that held her jaws wide.
Zoe drew the rope tight and began to repeatedly loop it around her victim's breast, drawing it so tight each time that Vanessa writhed madly, shaking her head and gurgling in protest through the gag. She then dealt with her other breast in similar fashion before stepping back to regard her handiwork with an air of satisfaction.
The Colonel stepped forward and regarded Vanessa with an air of satisfaction. Zoe had been the last girl to punish the new arrival and now all the girls stood together in a respectful semi-circle awaiting their next order. For a moment the only sound was that of Vanessa's strained breathing and plaintive whimpering.
'We shall leave her like that for a while to contemplate all that she has learnt,' the Colonel announced. 'Well done girls, everyone go back to your work apart from Zoe. You can come with me'
The Colonel's private quarters were located on the top floor of the main residential hall of the monastery complex. The views were stunning, his collection of Far Eastern artefacts amazing, his furnishings - a blend of western and eastern - opulent and decadent. Zoe was led into the apartment on a collar and leash by one of the younger monks. Her arms were drawn behind her back, her wrists bound with a slim cord and she could feel it cutting into her skin. She stood obediently still while the Colonel poured himself a drink and lit a cigarette. After studying the view as if seeing it for the first time, he turned and regarded her. Slowly he allowed himself to smile; something rare by his standards and Zoe felt it more disconcerting than his usual angry glare.
'They say you're a British Secret Service agent. You don't look like one; but then looks can be deceiving.'
Zoe said nothing as the man circled her, eyeing her up and down critically.
'You don't look very British. More Mediterranean, I would hazard.'
The man sifted Zoe's dark hair through the fingers of one hand then ran his hand down her bare arm and lightly brushed the back of it over the swell of her right breast.
'I'm half Spanish,' Zoe said, glancing up at the man and surprised to see him nod and smile in response.
'You're a pretty young lady. And fairly subservient too, from what I hear. Well, the question is how subservient do you really like to be?'
'I don't understand...' Zoe stammered, her gaze following the man as he circled her.
'All the girls who are here learn to enjoy their suffering - up to one degree or another. I know a little of what you've been through Miss Farquerson and it seems to me that you have great potential. Very great potential...'
Zoe said nothing in reply but her heart was hammering with excitement. She could still clearly remember the day she'd fallen foul of Stonefield and Mosafa; the heady rush of sexual arousal as she had been taken to the basement of the Arab's tower and tortured. The delicious feeling of helplessness as the two Arab youths had tethered her then punished her. Now she felt like that again and her body ached at the thought of receiving some new experience in punishment, something even more severe than anything she'd been put through up till now.
The Colonel swung away from her and walked back to where he'd left his drink. Zoe watched him pick up the glass, the ice cubes tinkling. He took a slow mouthful and nodded to the monk who stood holding Zoe by the leash.
'Take her to the gallery.'
Zoe was led through into another room, an unfurnished room with a polished wood floor and whose windows were screened by paper blinds that let in light but kept the room screened from any watching eyes on the outside. The array of smooth wooden poles and gleaming white ropes made Zoe falter in her tracks even as her pulse quickened in eagerness at the thought of being bound again. It was always the same; fear of the pain that she loved because it made her so aroused.
'Please... don't...' she stammered.
'If you start protesting, you'll only make things worse for yourself. Do you want that?'
'No...'Zoe shook her head.
'I think Brother Simon, the horizontal pole for her,' the Colonel announced, as matter-of-factly as if he was choosing clothes for her, as he lightly patted Zoe's exposed rump.
The monk led her across to where a four-foot pole hung suspended from a rope at each end. The collar was unfastened from her throat and discarded and the monk told Zoe to kneel. She did as she as instructed.
'Hold your arms out and back behind you.'
Zoe obeyed. The cool length of the pole came to rest against her back just below her shoulder-blades.
'Now lower your arms so they're the other side of the pole.'
Zoe did as she was told, glancing as she responded at the Colonel who stood watching, his drink still in hand, smoke curling from the cigarette he held.
'Brother Simon is our most accomplished rope binder. He understands perfectly the limits of stress and discomfort that the human body can be put under.'
As the Colonel spoke the monk was drawing a rope around Zoe's chest close under her generous breasts. She glanced down to see him wrapping each end repeatedly around the pole at either side of her and then the ends of the rope were drawn back across her chest just above her breasts. They were then pulled together behind her and knotted at her back just above where the pole pressed against her. Zoe felt the first stirrings of panic as she knew she was now held against the pole. She forced herself to keep calm. There was no point in resisting, she reminded herself, she had no choice. Already her pussy felt moist with arousal and she knew that the more intense the punishment the more exquisite would be her orgasm when it finally came.
'I have to say Miss Farquerson, other girls have objected to such treatment and occasionally it has been necessary for Brother Simon to receive the assistance of several of our brotherhood at this stage of the proceedings.'
'There's hardly any point in trying to escape whatever you've got planned for me, is there?' Zoe replied tersely, momentarily alarmed at the thought that these men might suddenly guess just how much she got off on being treated like this and then what would they do to her!
'Precisely. Very perceptive of you,' the Colonel smiled whilst Zoe grimaced as the monk tightened and knotted another rope around her arms just above her elbows. Experimentally she tried to flex her arms and her first assumption was confirmed - her arms were now secured; she was held to the pole. The second rope was tied below where the first was bound around the pole and this meant it was now impossible for her to extricate herself from the pole.
Zoe remained kneeling and passive as the monk took another rope and bound it in a figure of eight around her wrists. She glanced up at the Colonel and saw his cotton trousers bulging at the crotch as he watched her. She glared at him but said nothing. Why give him the satisfaction? She told herself.
'Feeling nice and comfortable, Miss Farquerson?'
Zoe ignored the Colonel's jibe as the monk took a fresh rope and drew it tightly around her waist. Sure, the ropes were tight but they didn't hurt, the now familiar sensation was in truth delicious, but she'd never admit that to them. The monk wrapped the rope again around her waist and drew it even tighter.
'Uhh...' Zoe sighed obligingly as if in acute discomfort and saw the gleam of satisfaction in the monk's eye. Again the rope was drawn around her waist before both ends were then wrapped around her arms. As the rope was pulled tighter Zoe's arms were drawn closely against the small of her back and glancing down she could see her waist tightly cinched.
'No tighter... please...' she begged, knowing full well such pleading would delight the man stood watching.
The Colonel smiled with satisfaction and stepped in front of Zoe. He flicked a few loose strands of her blonde hair clear of her face then lifted her chin with one finger.
'My dear, Brother Simon has hardly begun, so save your begging for later.'
'No more, please...' Zoe shook her head, looking up imploringly at the man who stood over her.
'Hush now... wriggling will only add to your discomfort.'
While the Colonel spoke the monk forced his fingers under the rope where it dug into her stomach. Zoe glanced down to watch him then secure another rope with a slipknot to the waist rope. Pulling his fingers clear, the rope snapped back tightly against her panting stomach.
Zoe stared, mesmerised as the monk, with practised ease, made a succession of knots in another rope and then tied one end of the rope to the rope around her waist. The knotted rope was then left dangling down between her legs. He fastened two separate ropes around both her ankles. These ropes were then stretched up and over the wooden pole and as they were pulled taut, Zoe's feet then calves were lifted clear of the floor.
'Oww... going to fall forwards...no...'
But she didn't fall forwards. The ropes holding her to the pole prevented that. She was left though with only her knees touching the floor.
'If I use a second pole Colonel we can suspend her fully.'
'Do it.'
'No... please don't...'
Another wooden pole was placed against Zoe's ankles at the backs of her legs, which were then bound to it.
'Now the fun begins,' announced the Colonel as the monk reached for the knotted rope that hung from her waist. Suddenly Zoe knew what the rope was for and why every few inches it had been made into knots.
'No...'
Zoe shook her head in protest as the rope was drawn tightly down. The monk parted the lips of her sex with one hand and drew the rope tight, the knots sinking deeply into the folds of soft flesh.
'No! Uhh...'
The rope was drawn up behind her, the tension increased and then it was knotted fast around the rope that cinched her waist. The knots of rope biting deeply into her sex, Zoe was left writhing wildly while the Colonel and the monk regarded her with an air of cruel satisfaction.
'How do you feel now, Miss Farquerson?'
Zoe glared at the man regarding her with such obvious malicious amusement. The muscles in her legs and arms ached. Her breasts felt acutely vulnerable, the ropes close around them accentuating their defencelessness. Her waist was bound so tightly she was forced to take just shallow breaths and these now were coming fast as her adrenaline increased as she sensed now her torture was really about to begin. The tormenting agony of the hard knots of rope pressing into her pussy was like an itch she couldn't scratch! How long would she have to wait before this man decided to whip her or fuck her? Zoe struggled against the ropes, all too aware of how pleased the men were with her performance.
'Raise the other pole please, Brother Simon.'
Zoe watched helplessly as the monk fed the ropes bound to the other pole through wooden rings fastened to the ceiling. As the ropes were pulled tight, Zoe's ankles were lifted higher, then her knees were abruptly drawn out from under her and she was left dangling a foot or so above the floor.
'Can't bear it... stop it! Let me down!'
Zoe shook her head, tears running down her cheeks, her hair dangling over her face obscuring her view as she was left suspended and struggling hopelessly.
'Her breasts look most enchanting now don't they?'
'Yes, Colonel.'
Zoe was gasping and panting hard, her aching body now brought to an even greater point of torment. The rope buried in her pussy now goaded her even more and though her tousled hair brushed the floor, it remained frustratingly just out of reach.
'She'll not suffer any permanent injury I trust, Brother Simon?'
'None at all Colonel.'
'Fetch my cane would you?'
'Certainly, Colonel.'
'No... please!'
Zoe tried to look up to make eye contact with her tormentor but her hair kept her view obscured. The perspiration was pouring off her body, the agony of the ropes seemed unbearable but there was no escape and she knew she would be shown no mercy - yet.
'I suppose you think your plight couldn't possibly get any worse.'
The cane lightly struck her left thigh as the question was posed. Zoe shook her head and managed to answer without bursting into tears again.
'No... I know it could be worse,' she gasped.
'How right you are.'
The cane flicked against her ribcage, a little harder this time.
'Of course, it could be much worse couldn't it?'
'Yes.'
'Can you imagine how much worse?'
The cane struck her left breast. Zoe yelped in alarm. The stinging sensation making her eyes smart but she still managed to answer.
'I think so...'
'Yes, I believe you probably can imagine how much worse things can get.'
The cane hit her left arm across her taut bicep making Zoe jerk and before she could stop herself she blurted out:
'Please, don't make it any worse for me! Please!'
'Had enough then have we?'
The stinging pain of another cane strike to her right breast made her howl the answer.
'Yes! Yes!'
'So if you don't suffer any more than you are now, you'll be content?'
'Yes...yes...' Zoe sobbed, unable to control her tears now.
'Well Brother Simon, if I understand her correctly, Miss Farquerson would be pleased to be left the way she is.'
'That is what she said, Colonel.'
Zoe struggled to lift her head and groaned with dismay as she heard what the two men said. Surely now they'd untie her, take her down and give her some new and equally exquisite punishment?
'But you can't leave me like this!' she blurted.
'But my dear girl, you just said you were content to be left like this. Are you changing your mind?'
The cane snapped down hard close under Zoe's right breast making her cry out.
'Well? Do you want more attention given to you? Are you aching to feel the cane against your soft skin as well as the bite of the hard ropes?'
The cane cracked across her rump making her howl. What was she to do? The piquant bite of the cane was making her pussy ache deliciously but the ropes from which she dangled really were starting to hurt
'Let me down! Please! Whip me, do anything to me! Just let me down first... I can't take anymore!'