Church of Chains (6 page)

Despite its almost impossible position her body arched even further and she shook in every limb as a blinding storm of sensual overload sent her into frantic spasms for one more devastating time. And then it was over. The man’s hand withdrew and left her lips quivering in the aftermath of the orgasm and her stomach muscles still knotting. Only then did he untie her.

As each girl was freed she fell to her knees, sobbing and gasping, confused and dazed. Slowly they began to massage feeling back into cramped limbs as the aftershocks died away. The astonishment of the orgasm and the pleasure of release was so great that even their rings were forgotten.

Brother Davis spoke again. “Today the Church of Ultimate Purification has taught you that those who God put in mastery over you have the absolute authority to bestow pain or pleasure on you. We will bestow or inflict whichever pleases us, and whichever will best train you. You have also learned that the worst thing that can happen to you is for your masters to leave you.”

“Yes Master!” came an immediate and fervent chorus, as ten memories recalled the long horrors of the day.

Paula realised that in her exhausted state there was only one emotion now; gratitude that the men on whom they depended so completely had come back for them. Yes, let it be pain or pleasure Master but don’t leave me again.

Brother Davis surveyed the floor under the bars. “You will be taken for your evening meal and before you are exercised afterwards, you will return and scrub this floor clean. Do you understand?”

Again there was an unhesitating chorus. “Yes Master!”

At the command to stand Paula and the others climbed stiffly up and waited to be chained again. She was so grateful to be free of the bars that the prospect of a chain, even one running between her legs didn’t seem too bad. So she greeted the news that tonight they would be allowed to walk freely, with nothing but joy and further gratitude.

In an obedient line they walked back to their dining room where Sister Lavinia waited for them.

As the line shuffled towards her and her crop, Paula didn’t really notice how they all put so much more feeling into the words they spoke before bending over the bench. All she could think of was food, and a little pain was a small price to pay. Although her beating still made her dance up onto tiptoes and her eyes flood with tears, it seemed almost petty compared with what they had been through.

There was still no talking allowed but for the first time the girls met each other’s eyes. They were all looking at each other’s rings and secretive glances and smiles were exchanged. They had something in common now.

After the meal they were marched back to the room in which they had been imprisoned and set to work on hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor till their knees were red and the brother who stood over them was satisfied.

Then they ran. And this time they ran free of chains. Paula found herself intoxicated with the sense of liberation it gave her after all the bondage. And she was aware of how her rings swung from her nipples. Between her thighs she felt the occasional tug from the rings there. But it was such a small discomfort, easily outweighed by the feeling of comradeship she got from running alongside naked girls who had been through what she had. And there was an undeniable glow in her belly when she glanced at the strong young men who wielded such total control with such careless ease.

In their cells, when they wearily trooped back they found a small tub of cream on the tiny sinks in which they washed. They were told that they should rub the cream onto any traces of beatings at the end of each day and it would help disperse bruising. Paula rubbed it onto her bottom with complete peace of mind, smiling as she heard three more girls being sent to the Lounge. And when she lay down to have her wrists fastened to her collar and the brother leaned close down to her to padlock the chain from the wall to her neck, she breathed in the male scent of him. He turned her nipple rings once more and didn’t need to tell her to open her legs for him to do the same with her labia.

Paula’s last thoughts before sleep were that WPC Cheever had gone for good. Today she had been changed. She was Number Three until it pleased her masters to return her name.

Chapter 7

Two nights later Paula was back in the Lounge.

She was naked apart from the tiny apron and the tray chained to her wrist. She was bending down to carefully place four glasses of wine on the table for the brothers seated round it. One of them was idly working his fingers inside her while another was stroking her breasts which swayed as she bent and moved. He was running his fingers over the nipples, just catching them enough to tweak them between thumb and forefinger, then pulling playfully at the rings which hung from them. She could feel the tightness as the nipples swelled and stood out while deep in her belly she could feel the hand steadily churning her juices until her eager sex made hungry sucking noises, her hand was trembling as she tried to put the glasses down.

“This one’s coming on well. Mind you she was a good one to start with,” one of the men said.

“She fucks willingly enough, but Brother Davis says she isn’t so good with her mouth.”

The attractions of her long thighs and the unusual tightness of her hole had meant that no-one, apart from Brother Davis had gone in her mouth.

Another of the men hailed Brother Davis across the room and asked if he knew whether she was any better with her mouth now. Paula blushed and bowed her head. She heard Davis shout back that as far as he knew no-one had tried her. The men were genuinely shocked. One of them made her kneel down and they took a long look at her mouth, admiring the generous lips.

“We’ve got no-one on display tonight,” the one who had had his hand inside her said. “Why don’t we get one of the sisters to ginger her up a bit and then see to it?”

There was general agreement and one of the sisters was called over. It was Lavinia.

“Take this one into the Games Room Sister and show her what to expect if she doesn’t perform up to standard.”

Sister Lavinia smiled grimly at Paula. “It’ll be a pleasure Brother Gibson,” she replied and told Paula to follow her. She went obediently but with her heart pounding. It was the familiar surge of fear and excitement. Whenever she thought she had seen the ultimate in how casually cruel a man could be towards a girl who was at his mercy, these men topped it with yet another breathtaking display of callousness. She had become used to her body being talked about as if it was merely an object, but now they weren’t even bothered enough to beat her themselves. And she was sure a beating was what she was in for to judge by their words.

Sister Lavinia led her along the corridor outside the Lounge. It was lined with doors which Paula thought gave onto the brothers’ rooms, but Sister Lavinia stopped outside one of the doors, opened it and gestured Paula in.

The room she found herself in was huge. Again it was expensively furnished and in the opposite wall was a large bay window which looked over the grounds at the front of the house. Over on her left she saw a billiard table and over on her right, with no real surprise, she saw an arrangement of bars and posts.

“This is where they whip us for pleasure rather than instruction Number Three,” Sister Lavinia said, standing close behind her. Paula turned in surprise at her use of the word ‘us’.

“Oh yes,” Lavinia went on, “we are all women after all, and therefore we all submit to the men in accordance with the teachings of the Patriarch himself. I count myself fortunate to have been given many a good thrashing in here, and been the better for it. In fact I don’t think you’ll find a pleasanter room in which to enjoy one.” She laughed at the astonishment on Paula’s face. “My dear little girl, you’ll understand in time. Now get rid of that apron and then you can undress me.”

With trembling fingers Paula took off the apron and detached the tray. She had been on the end of almost continual flicks from the whip and a few real lashes, and of course there were the regular four strokes at meal times, but so far she had managed to stay clear of serious punishment. And as for undressing another woman!

“Get a move on girl!” Sister Lavinia told her impatiently.

Slowly Paula reached out to undo the top button of her blouse. The low neckline meant that this was where her large breasts pulled most strongly at the material. Paula felt the tension relax as the button came undone. She undid the three others and then pulled the blouse free of the skirt’s waistband. Sister Lavinia took over and shrugged it free of her shoulders. She had superb breasts, Paula had to admit, large, full and firm. Their tips were a dusky pink and the ringed nipples stood out hard and engorged from them.

“Kneel,” she told Paula curtly. Paula knelt and undid the two buttons at the waistband. As the skirt dropped she saw the bush of curly blonde hair at her delta and the gold of the rings through her sex lips. “That’s better,” she said, stepping out of the skirt, “I always work better without clothes to restrict movement. Now let’s get you ready.”

Mesmerised by the swaying of the generous hips and smooth buttocks, Paula followed her over to the enormous marble fireplace. Around the perimeter of the hearth ran a wooden bar at waist height. She was told to bend over and stretch her arms out so that the bar passed under the length of her arms and across the top of her chest. Paula obeyed and her wrists were strapped down, then Sister Lavinia dragged her ankles well apart and using short chains anchored to bolts in the floor fastened her restraints. Paula felt a cool hand pass over her labia and toy with her rings.

“We’ll give those a taste of the whip tonight. If you haven’t learned to enjoy a beating yet, that should ensure you perform well in the Lounge.” Paula shuddered at her words and looking to her left saw the woman open a large cupboard and select a whip. It wasn’t one of the long ones she had seen used at the whipping post, it was like the ones she had seen used on the very first morning, in the Punishment Wing. The lashes were about eighteen inches long and the leather of each was knotted at irregular intervals.

Paula braced herself as Lavinia came to stand behind her. “You have full permission to scream as much as you like,” she said pleasantly, and then struck.

She ignored the taut curves of Paula’s buttocks and went instead for the area where they joined her thighs, and in particular the hollow at the top of the thighs from which Paula’s lips pouted. The pain was exquisite as the lashes followed every contour of her body and the knots bit into the tender flesh of the labia. To Paula it felt as if a bolt of lightning had shot directly up into her belly. Her breath exploded from her lungs, her eyes bulged and she couldn’t even start screaming before the second lash smacked in. Then she screamed. A high keening scream which she hardly recognised as coming from her. Her throat tightened as the pain caught at it. Of their own accord her stomach muscles bunched and spasmed in a desperate attempt to tuck her exposed sex back, away from the next lash. Dimly she heard a hissing in the air and then the third lash smacked home, again the whip curling lovingly into every hollow and over every curve of her body before falling away. The shaft of agony which struck up into her this time left her body only one avenue of escape. Her knees buckled and she fell onto them. This left her kneeling, gasping and shrieking at the bar. Her legs were still splayed open though, thanks to the chains at her ankles. For a moment there was no fourth lash and Paula had just begun to dare hope that three was all she was getting when she heard the whip hiss through the air again.

She would have gladly taken the lashes which followed across her shoulders and back. But Sister Lavinia had no intentions of letting her off that lightly.

She wielded the whip in vicious uppercut strokes from then on. And the lashes cut right along the length of Paula’s labia, seeking their way between them and up into the soft tissue around the clitoris. Starbursts of brilliant agony exploded behind her eyelids as the leather strips slammed into it, licked at it and curled upwards to flick at her belly. She bucked her hips in a silent frenzy of disbelieving pain and wrenched at her wrist restraints when the fourth lash came. At the fifth and sixth lashes she simply put her head back and howled. All sense of herself was obliterated, she was just a blaze of agony from her crotch to her throat and she went on howling even when the whipping stopped.

When her bonds were released she collapsed into a foetal position, clutching her hands around her aching and throbbing sex.

Sister Lavinia gave her only a few seconds and then hauled her up by her hair. Through pain racked eyes Paula stared up at her.

“Now, I’m going to see every man who wants to go into your mouth tonight enjoy a good long suck. And I’m going to see every drop of sperm they empty into you taken down and kept down. Aren’t I?”

Paula could only nod. She knew now what she would get if anyone wasn’t satisfied.

A few minutes later Paula, followed by the now demurely dressed Sister Lavinia went back into the Lounge. Paula had been given time to dry her eyes and recover a little, although she still walked stiffly. Dangling at her side the sister still held the whip and Paula was very well aware of its presence.

There were some amused comments from the brothers about the livid welts around her belly, and she saw one or two of the initiates smiling mockingly at her tear-stained face. But two of the brothers who had so casually condemned her to the whipping, took hold of her and tied her in the middle of the room. She was made to kneel up and short chains, again attached to bolts set in the floor were locked behind her knees which were spread wide apart. Her wrists were raised to shoulder height, stretched out to either side and fastened to chains hanging from the ceiling. It was an identical posture to the one in which she had just been flogged. And as if any further threat were needed, Sister Lavinia and her whip stood in front of her while she was tied.

Brother Gibson was the first to present himself. Paula watched as first the gleaming head and then the thick shaft of his sex came free from his trousers, jutting stiffly towards her mouth. Without a second thought this time Paula opened her mouth and let her lips trail around the head as it pushed in, her tongue rubbing at the slit and feeling for the sensitive place beneath it. A place she had learned to avoid when having reluctantly taken previous boyfriends into her mouth, it usually meant they would come before she could get them out. Now however the prospect of hot sperm splashing against the back of her throat was one to be relished compared with the alternatives.

The brother placed his hands on either side of her head and began to guide her back and forth. When he pushed in deep she concentrated on relaxing her throat and letting him get as far in as he could go. When he withdrew, her tongue pursued him, licking and swirling. The salty male taste didn’t seem so bad now, and when he emerged entirely from her, he didn’t need to tell her to run her lips down the long ridge on the underside of the shaft. And when she had gone as far down as his clothing would let her, she rubbed her cheek against the soft skin stretched over the steel hard shaft. Urgently he pulled her head back and thrust in again, this time he didn’t wait for any subtle caresses but went right for the back of her throat, he pushed hard and Paula tried desperately not to choke but then he withdrew a little way and she felt his shaft swell and the pulses begin. She braced herself for the next thrust and began to swallow as he rammed in and his fluid splattered deep into her throat.

She heard him give a guttural moan and kept swallowing, amazed that she could ever have found the pungent, animal taste so unappealing. With one or two last shuddering spasms he spent himself and inquisitively Paula let her tongue continue to explore the rapidly shrinking member, lapping at the slit from which the fluid had spurted and cleaning up the last of his emission.

At last he pulled out of her and she heard him laugh huskily, “Amazing what a few touches of the whip can accomplish Brother Davis.”

Her immediate emotion was one of relief. He had enjoyed her and the threat of the whip had receded a little. But also there was some pride. The sight of her helpless body had made him stiffen and the passionate work of her mouth had brought his pleasure to a climax.

She was given no time for thought though. Almost immediately another rigid sex was pushing at her lips and demanding her attention. It was shorter and thicker than Brother Gibson’s, making her stretch her lips to their widest to let the huge head have free access. When this one came there was so much semen, and he stuffed her so full that however fast she swallowed some of it trickled out onto her chin. When he withdrew, Paula panicked for a moment. Would spilling any mean the whip again? She relaxed when he ran his fingers around her mouth to wipe it off and then let her lick them clean.

Time and again the brothers presented themselves to test the quality of her performance and gradually she sank into a kind of trance. Her imprisoned arms ached, her body hurt from the whip and from kneeling up, her knees burned, but she kept licking and sucking and kissing. Her mouth was no longer hers; it was simply another passage into a female body which could serve to give pleasure to men. And she took pride and pleasure herself in the number of times she brought them to a climax, listening for their cries of joy as the thick seed pumped into her willing and open throat.

Eventually she was left alone, the taste and scent of men filling her, and the pain of her bondage tormenting her. She must have passed out because suddenly a hand was tapping her cheek and groggily she opened her eyes. Brother Davis stood over her and the room was empty. He released her arms and she cried out in pain as they were allowed to fall to her sides. He rubbed her shoulders to help the circulation back and when she had flexed them until they stopped hurting he spoke quietly to her.