Church of Chains (14 page)

Chapter 16

Within a few days those girls who had completed their training as initiates were dispatched. Some were taken by brothers from other monasteries. Some, but only a few, were taken to the headquarters of the Church. It was rumoured in whispers that these would go into the outside world to work for the Patriarch on special assignments, and they were especially envied as they would meet the Patriarch himself.

The rest were sold off.

On the day of the sale, the novices were taken out to a large barn on the estate. Inside, a raised stage had been built at one end. Down one wall were tables laden with food and drink for the guests. Paula’s group had been working in the kitchens preparing the food for two days now. At the back of the barn where they would be, a complicated scaffolding arrangement of thin steel poles had been erected. At the centre of the arrangement were ten X shaped crosses which were supported and braced by the other poles. As Paula took in the fact that the X shaped frames had chains attached to the four arms of the X, she guessed that they were to be mounted on them.

She was right. Each girl was attached by her restraints to a cross, which left her spreadeagled so that her legs and arms were stretched wide open exactly imitating the X of the Church’s symbol. The poles themselves were quite slender, so as not to interfere with any examination of their bodies which anyone might care to make. Once were they all mounted in a long line Father Burton addressed them.

“You are not for sale today. You are here to encourage the bidding on those who are, and to encourage anyone who is unsuccessful in purchasing a girl to return the next time. Although you will not be gagged, as some might wish to inspect your mouths, the rule of silence will apply. And it will be absolute,” he told them.

They were left to wait for an hour or two before the guests arrived. Paula had wondered who the guests would be. Who would the Church allow to see its slaves? Now she found out. A large crowd of men and women entered. Three of the brothers stationed themselves along Paula’s line, to enforce the rule of silence she presumed. At first the guests ignored them and concentrated instead on the food and the drink. But after a while a steady stream of both men and women approached them. Paula was surprised by the number of women.

The men all had an aura of power and wealth about them. Many were obviously foreign and one or two wore Arabic robes. Some of them had women with them, simpering little tarts Paula thought contemptuously, and wondered how they would scream and writhe under the whip of a real Master. A few of the women were obviously slaves themselves and wore collars with leads attached and which their masters held. The remainder were very different. They were hard faced, but exquisitely dressed and coiffured, and they were obviously here on business. Traffickers, Paula thought, looking for slaves to sell on. They discussed all the girls quite openly, comparing the sizes of their breasts and looking for good muscle tone to withstand the rigours of slavery. Paula was so used to being talked about in her own hearing that the only thing which irritated her was one man who said he thought she could take twenty or so lashes quite easily. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from telling him that she could take a lot more than that.

Paula found that she attracted quite a lot of attention. Male hands were run up the long muscular curves of her thighs. Her breasts were squeezed and weighed. Her sex was dug into by countless hands and fingers rummaged inside her until she had to bite her lip again to stop herself from moaning. She knew her own body well enough to know that the more outrageously it was treated the more it would respond, and sure enough when fingers were removed from her vagina they came out glistening with her juice.

“Very responsive. And a good build to take a lot of punishment,” she heard one dark-skinned man say. Now there was a man who knew a good slave when he saw one, she thought. “Could be raced too,” he went on. His companion who looked American agreed and reached round to grasp and squeeze her buttocks. “Yeah, nice ass as well. Bet that bounces real good when it’s whipped.” He pushed a finger roughly up into her anus and Paula tried to accommodate him but had no real way of moving. “Nice tight little channel there. If she’s not beaten to shit by next time, I wouldn’t mind bidding.” He too tried her sex and pronounced it very interesting and then they passed on to the next girl, wiping Paula’s juices off their fingers on her stomach.

For the first time she was fingered by a woman. A blonde holding a glass of wine in one elegantly manicured hand had been watching Paula for some time and at last approached her now. She was handsome, but Paula could sense the toughness in her. She was alone and for some time just caressed Paula’s breasts while looking keenly into her face. Paula remained silent despite the way her breasts felt taut and full, the nipples standing out proud and hard. But when the woman pulled and twisted them hard between thumb and forefinger, she moaned against her clenched teeth. The woman gave a cruel little chuckle and shifted her attention down below. Paula couldn’t help a little shiver as she felt a female hand for the first time stroke her clitoris. All the men had gone straight for her hole, but this woman knew better. She spent a long time patiently fondling the little nub which was erect in the first place but was soon throbbing with excitement. Paula desperately shut her eyes and tried to choke back the moans that were being forced relentlessly up her throat. She could feel her lips quivering and she wanted the woman’s hand to reach up inside her now. But she stopped suddenly and Paula blinked in surprise. The woman looked at her coolly and then spoke with a Scandinavian accent.

“If you make any noise, they will whip you?”

Paula nodded.

“If you were mine I would show you how a woman should really be whipped. Before I sold you of course.” She smiled and touched her fingers to Paula’s mouth before passing on. Paula licked her lips and got the taste of her arousal from them. It was a poor substitute for the orgasm she had been on the brink of. But when she thought that one day she could really be sold to a woman like that, she felt her sex lips dry and her vagina contract immediately. She was sure that an owner like that would escalate cruelty to new and unimaginable heights.

For another hour or so all the girls were fingered and explored but at last the auction began. There were five being sold. One of the brothers stood to one side of the stage and acted as auctioneer. He told the guests that each girl had been trained in obedience, deportment, dancing and general household service, as well as, of course, in all the arts appropriate to a slave girl.

Each girl was led onto stage by a brother who held a lead which was attached to the rings at her belly. At the very front of the stage she adopted the ‘open’ position and let the guests get a good look at her, then she was made to turn around slowly while maintaining the position until she faced her audience again, and the bidding began.

Paula was amazed at the amounts of money which were bid. Most of them fetched around a million pounds but one especially attractive blonde went to an Arab for nearly two million.

That night Paula was put on display in the Lounge. She and a girl called Linda, the small girl who had been whipped beside the van on their first night of captivity, were called for. The brother who came for them made them strip and then clipped their wrists together high up between their shoulder blades, by attaching their restraints to their collars with a short chain. He clipped their leashes to the rings at their bellies, just like the girls who had been sold earlier that day. And Paula found it very exciting to be led through the house in such a way. She felt utterly enslaved and wished only that there were more people to see her.

On many occasions she had seen girls displayed and knew that the brothers took great delight in devising excruciating positions for them. Right at the start of her enslavement to the Church she had been terrified at the thought of what it would be like to be displayed, but now her heart was hammering with anticipation of what they would put her through.

She wasn’t disappointed. The room was empty when they reached it except for another one of the brothers and without a word to the girls the two men set to work. They stood them back-to-back and chained their ankles to the floor well apart, then they released their wrists from behind their backs and clipped them together in front of them before raising them high above their heads by means of a chain hanging from the ceiling. The chains from which they hung were adjusted so that they were able to stand on tiptoe with a little bit of leeway to lower and raise themselves. Even so Paula could feel immediately that the strain on their legs and thighs was going to be extreme indeed by the end of the evening.

But as usual the brothers had other refinements in mind. Chains were clipped to their labial rings and fed up through their nipple rings before being attached directly to the ring in the ceiling from which the main chain hung. These were adjusted so that there was less slack in them than in the chain which held their wrists. Paula could see what that meant straightaway. If they lowered themselves to take the strain off their legs, then the chains through their rings would pull painfully up at the labia. And as if that weren’t enough to ensure an amusing display of tortured female flesh, they produced the finishing touch and both Paula and her companion groaned aloud when they saw it. A small transformer was placed on the floor in between them, by twisting their heads they could see the wire trailing from it to the mains. Four thin wires came from the front of it and two were connected to each of two tripods which were positioned between each girl’s legs. On top of the tripods were phallus shaped rods sheathed in leather, and halfway down the shafts Paula could see the glint of metal contacts. To make matters even worse the brothers adjusted the heights of the pillars so that the rods just nudged at the entrance to their vaginas. If the girls accepted the pain of the rings pulling at their lips, they could sink a little way onto the rods, but if they went too far then the moist tissue of their vaginas would make contact with the metal terminals on the shafts which would deliver a shock.

All the elaborate preparations had only just been finished when the rest of the brothers arrived, accompanied by the initiates and the new girls who would be serving. One of the brothers who had arranged their display went casually over to the wall and turned the current on. Immediately Paula felt the phallus begin to writhe lewdly and vibrate between her lips.

That evening always stayed in Paula’s memory as one of the longest of her life. Her legs ached and the idea of what an arousing display she must make, produced an excitement which the constant vibrating at her sex only encouraged. She could feel her lips quivering with desire to grip the shaft and sink onto it. All around her she could see girls being put to use. Hands were run up thighs and fingers probed under the short white dresses, the new girls were frequently on their knees sucking at stiffly erect members. Every now and then one of the men would stop by Paula and her companion to fondle their stretched taut breasts and worsen the torment of their arousal. And the worse the torment; the more Paula could feel her juices flow. Her belly felt as if it was full of molten lava.

She let her head fall back and groaned, dimly she heard laughter at her distress and that cruelty pushed her beyond her rational capability. Her body took over and her trembling legs eased her down onto the maddening shaft. The pain in her labia as the rings were pulled up was consumed by the relief in her leg muscles and she surrendered to the tireless stimulation of the rod which now pushed into her. At last her channel had something to grip and she could feel it contract eagerly around it. She sighed in pleasure and began to move up and down on it in short, careful movements, but the surges of arousal which now ripped through her after so long a delay made her abandon all caution.

She was sure she could reach a climax if she could just keep her movements under control for a few moments more. But it was hopeless, as the waves of joy built and built she lost any control and ignoring her rings pulling her sex lips up cruelly hard, she sank herself onto the shaft. The jolt which followed felt as though a sledgehammer had been wielded right inside her. She screamed and her body leaped upwards to stretch rigid and shake uncontrollably for a second. When Paula could look around her again and take stock, she found she was as high up on tiptoe as she could reach, her legs vibrating with strain. But still the hateful rod was writhing and vibrating ceaselessly at her entrance. Behind her Paula heard an agonised shriek from Linda as she too let herself sink too far.

“One all!” she heard a voice cry.

“I’ll bet the black-haired one scores the most. She can’t get enough at the best of times!” another voice shouted.

Bets were laid and every time one or other of them succumbed to the lure of trying to ease their pain and allow the rod to bring them to an orgasm, they would fail miserably. They would scream and jerk rigid in their chains while applause and boos would break out round the room.

Twice during that interminable evening the current had to be turned off and Paula had to be revived by smelling salts. She existed in a blur of frustrated arousal and pain, punctuated by peaks of agony every time she sank too low. But at last they were taken down when Linda could no longer support herself at all, and every time she was revived collapsed onto the dildo immediately and shuddered into unconsciousness. Paula curled up in a ball on the floor and ignored all that went on around her while her hands nursed her sex. .

It was Sister Lavinia who roused her eventually from her exhausted torpor and took her to her room, leading her by a leash clipped to her belly again.