Church of Chains (12 page)

She tottered away from the bars but stopped on Brother Davis’s command. The other girl, looking very pale was lowering herself now. She had seen what just two lashes had done to Paula. But Paula was now to watch, and know what was going to be unleashed on her in just a few seconds. She wiped a tear from her eye and obediently fastened her gaze on the tight curves of the buttocks in front of her.

She bit her lip and winced as the cane whipped in with wicked relish, seeming to bury itself in the soft skin. Paula saw ripples run through the flesh and immediately a far more livid line than the crop left was traced across her bottom. The girl jerked and gave a breathless sob before the second lash came in and she too shrieked.

In a haze of terror Paula could once again only marvel at the Church’s ability to concoct exquisite tortures. To take six and get it over with was one thing, but to have an unknown number of strokes delivered so slowly, and to see how she herself would look as she suffered was quite another. But it was this very ability to create slaves and then make them submit, time and again to worse and worse tortures that made Paula embrace her slavery.

She didn’t wait for the command to bend over. However reluctant her body was, she knew she didn’t want to do anything else.

Thwack! Once again there was that second’s numbness before the line of fire blazed fully, but this time she managed to clench her teeth over the scream that rose in her throat.

Thwack! There was no restraining the scream this time. It blasted out of her and she felt herself wriggling frantically to try and diffuse the full agony.

She couldn’t help clasping her hands over the four incandescent lines on her bottom as she watched the other girl scream and writhe her way through another two.

Wiping away the tears which the savage stinging was forcing from her eyes she came forward for her next two and stole a glance at Brother Davis as she did. He was casually flexing the cane and waiting for her with no particular expression on his face. “Bend over,” he told her with complete authority in his voice. And once again that feeling she loved, the feeling of being helpless, of being nothing came over her. It didn’t lessen the pain of the fifth and sixth strokes but it turned it into the breathtaking excitement she was becoming familiar with whenever she was whipped. And the fact that it was Brother Davis helped her moisten and melt even as she screamed in delicious pain and jigged up and down frantically to try and absorb the savage heat. She hoped he could see how wet and open her shamelessly exposed lips were before she stood up.

When the caning had started she had nurtured some hope that six would be all they were going to get. But now she didn’t care, it was nothing to do with her. She was simply there to have inflicted on her anything they chose to inflict, this thought made her want to plunge her hand straight between her legs and masturbate while she watched the other girl being beaten. Controlling that urge wasn’t helped by seeing how seductively the girl’s hips swayed and how the buttock flesh trembled at each lash, and like Paula her lips were so open the glistening pink flesh within was clearly visible. In fact it even came as a relief to be ordered to go down again when the other girl had had her six. And this time Paula didn’t hurry, she settled her grip firmly on the bar, shook her hair back proudly and arched her back so that her buttocks were better offered for beating.

Brother Davis saved the best for last and sadistically laid the last two lashes across the tops of their thighs. This time the pain was so acute as the thin whippy shaft cracked across her sex lips that Paula thought she would faint from the exquisite blend of absolute agony and piercing joy. It seemed as if fires were being lit right inside her and she arched her back even more and froze in a kind of spasm that imitated orgasm but was only its precursor on this occasion.

Thwack! The last lash came and Paula heard herself let out an animal wail as the pain climbed to regions where it went beyond a physical sensation and became her whole being, every nerve ending in her body seemed to burst into flame and she came with an intensity that left her bucking and twitching on the bars for several minutes before she could stand. Brother Davis gave her the merest hint of a smile as she straightened up and turned around. Paula’s heart sang.

But still she danced on her toes and rubbed at the ridges of fire while the last two lashes were delivered to the other girl. She too arched, froze and screamed at the end when the pain and her willing submission to it carried her to a blinding climax. And then it was over.

The girls looked at each other, both rubbing and both jigging but neither with a trace of self-pity for having suffered for no reason other than that they had been told to. And they were both filled with the same pride and pleasure. Brother Davis smiled openly for the first time ever.

“There are bowls of cold water and flannels in the corner. You can use them before your final test,” he said.

The relief was delicious and they took it in turns to dab the flannels gently on each other’s welts. Paula was filled with admiration for her companion’s slender hips and tight buttocks; she herself was more fully built. She knelt behind her and spent a long time pressing the cloth to the livid lines. And when she stood back she had to admit that the marks suited her. She would please any man looking like that. And as she bent forward to allow the girl to do the same for her she saw the brother who had brought them in shift his stance a little to accommodate the straining bulge in his trousers. She would have loved to have been ordered to her knees in front of him. But they had other ideas.

Chapter 14

In a passage at the back of the house, which was far less grand than where they had been, they were stopped outside two doors. The brother who had taken them from the caning room addressed them.

“In each of these rooms is a man. They are men the Church will redeem in due course and by methods which needn’t concern you. All you need know is that you are required to please them. They can do whatever they want with you for the next hour. They have been in prison for some years and have only been released today. Do you understand?”

It was only their relentless training which allowed them to stammer out, “Yes Master,” as his words sank in.

The brother nodded, opened a door and shoved Paula in. Before she could recover, she heard a key turn in the lock.

Again her training came to the rescue and she adopted the respectful stance she had been taught.

But her thoughts whirled.

An ex-con? She was supposed to submit to someone she might have helped put away in the first place? She was caught in a bizarre role reversal. The ex-cop becoming the prisoner of the ex-con.

What would a man who had been in prison do to her? And he could do anything he liked. She was aware that she was sweating with fear, but one thought came to mind and calmed her. She wasn’t really serving this man at all. She was serving the Church. She was nothing except what the Church wanted her to be.

They were testing her and she wanted to be tested. That was all that need concern her, obey and serve. She looked up a little and her courage nearly failed her.

She was in a bedroom. There was a four-poster bed in the middle. Over against the far wall was a dressing table and beside it was a doorway to an
ensuite
bathroom. She took all this in at a glance but then focused on the man who was lying on the bed.

He was gross, squat and heavily built. He was stripped to the waist and his stomach rose in a pallid mound covered in hair. As she looked at him he rose on one elbow and returned her stare. She noted that despite the fat his chest was broad and powerful, but his face was a network of scars. He took a long pull on the cigarette he was smoking before grinding it out in the ashtray beside his bed and then he sat up, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.

“Fucking hell.” His voice was gravelly and as coarse as his features. “So my luck’s changed at last eh? Five years inside then the day I get out some kid tells me he’s got a job for me. And I get a woman I can do anything I want to; and I don’t need to pay for her.” He grinned at her, displaying a mouthful of rotten teeth. “That’s not a bad deal.”

He rose and approached her. She could smell the stale sweat on him.

By submitting to this animal she really would be nothing, nothing but a slave to the Church. And in spite of her fear a small tingle of excitement ran through her at the thought of her coming degradation.

The man reached out and grasped one of her breasts in a huge hand. “Good tits; not too big, just right.” He moved round behind her and let out a low whistle. “Someone’s already had a good go at you haven’t they?”

“Yes Master.” It was hardly more than a whisper.

“And they tell me you enjoy it.”

“Yes Master.”

“Well you’re going to get a lot more of it. Ever had your tits whipped?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good. But we’ll come to that later.” He moved back round to stand in front of her and she could see one hand massaging the front of his trousers. “Right now I just need a fuck.”

She was ordered over to the bed and told to kneel down. He came to stand in front of her and she didn’t need to be told to finish undressing him. As she slid his grubby underpants down his sex jutted out at her. It wasn’t above average length but the shaft and the bulbous head were broader than anything she had encountered.

“Lick it,” he told her. Obediently she moved her head down to where it speared up from the tangle of black hair and began to run her tongue up the shaft. He tasted acrid and she could get the sharp smell of urine mingled with the smell of sweat. She closed her eyes when she got to the enormous purple head and let her tongue trail across it. There was some pre ejaculate at his slit and she lapped at it, preferring the musky taste of his excitement to his other tastes. When she ducked her head to lick at the tight scrotum and his smell became almost overpowering, she felt her belly begin to heat and melt at the thought of how complete her submission was. When he fucked her, she thought, he would find her entrance moist and open to him. Undoubtedly that would spur him on to whip her afterwards, but that was what she was here for and the brothers would be pleased with her.

Once she had run her tongue slowly up the ridge on the underside of his shaft, he pulled her head away abruptly. “On the bed!” His voice was thick with urgency.

Paula climbed onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide open. He knelt in between them and stared hungrily at the rings in her lips.

“A real little slave aren’t we?”

“Yes Master.” She couldn’t disguise the eagerness in her voice. She had her own reasons for wanting him to ream her out, but that didn’t matter.

He tugged the rings apart and she gasped at his roughness but revelled in it too. She could feel how the lips were full and open, and he couldn’t fail to see. She heard him give a throaty laugh and gasped again as she felt his fingers plunge into her and she lifted her hips to urge him on. But he fingered her only long enough to feel the juice in her channel and then he lowered himself onto her. His weight crushed her and she groaned a little, but then she felt her lips pushed wide open by the thrusting member and lifted her legs to wrap them round his hips and open herself still farther. His need was so urgent that he rammed straight in and began pumping his pelvis against her immediately. She held onto his back and felt herself respond to him. He was only concerned to get his release inside her and his use of her body simply as a receptacle for his sperm, made Paula squirm and moan with pleasure.

His climax came quickly, his back arched and he gave a roar of relief. And Paula was so delighted at her own submissiveness that despite his speed she felt her vagina grip him and spasm as well. She gripped her hands in his greasy hair and cried out in her turn as he shot jet after jet of his seed deep into her.

He rolled off her almost immediately and stood beside the bed. She could see the light of vicious excitement in his eyes. His sex was shrinking but it was shiny and slick now.

“Lick it again, and suck it this time you whore.”

She knelt down and did as he told her. Even though he had shrunk after his ejaculation, she still had to open her mouth wide to get him in. She sucked and licked at him to get rid of the sperm which clung to him and very soon she felt him harden again. But he didn’t want her to bring him to a climax in her mouth and as soon as she started moving her head up and down, he pulled her away.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said leering knowingly at her. “You reckon a blow job’s going to make me all nice and lovey dovey. No chance. They’ve left me a choice of whips and I intend to use them.”

He hauled her to her feet by her hair and pulled her to the foot of the bed. As soon as he ordered her to stand with her back to the bed, Paula realised he intended to carry out his threat of whipping her breasts. As she held her arms out for him to clip her restraints to the chains which hung from the posts, she could feel her heart pounding. She was thrilled at the idea of being whipped as a slave, but terrified of the cruelty she saw in his eyes. He kicked her legs apart, fastened them and then went to the dressing table where a variety of implements had been left for his pleasure and her pain. She watched him apprehensively as he fingered them all and then returned with a single cord whip. The handle and the lash itself were braided; the lash was about two feet long and had a wicked metal sheath at its tip.

“We’ll start with this and see how those lovely tits can dance.”

He stood to one side of her so that each stroke would land full across both breasts. At the very first one Paula felt the breath knocked out of her as it slammed home. The metal tip bit into the flesh under her left arm and she felt the weight of her breasts shudder and sway. Helplessly she watched him lift his powerful arm back to deliver a second lash. She closed her eyes before it landed and bright lines of pain seared across the insides of her eyelids as it smacked across both nipples. She cried out and tried to twist away. A third lash cracked down and her scream followed the fleshy smack instantly. The pain made her open her eyes wide and as she gasped for breath before the next one she saw the look of almost delirious excitement in the man’s eyes.

She felt more truly helpless than ever before. He could, and probably would whip her till she bled and there was nothing she could do about it. It simply didn’t matter what he did to her. Between her widespread legs she felt herself respond. And as another lash cracked in, this time delivered with a slight upswing so that it caught the undersides of her breasts and she felt them ripple, she also felt a rush of the most intense excitement she had ever felt. Even greater than her recent excitement at being caned. This time there was the thrill of the unknown as well. Instinctively she tried to twist away again but then pushed herself forward against her bonds to urge him on to do his worst. He lashed at her stomach next and she let out a breathless sob as once again the air was knocked out of her. Her stomach muscles clenched automatically but she felt her hips buck suggestively as well. The man spotted it and lashed her across her pelvis, the metal tip gouging a mark on her hip. This time Paula felt the juices churn in her sex and her hips bucked and undulated of their own accord once more. The man stopped and moved in front of her. She looked at him through half closed eyes as she took advantage of the pause to get her breath. She could feel sweat starting out on her body from the pain. And at her crotch she could feel his sperm trickling out of her mixed with her own juices. He was looking at her in disbelief.

“You’re really loving this aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes Master,” Paula heard herself gasp, and then groaned in pure pleasure when she felt his hand cup her soaking sex. He parted the soft and glistening lips to push his fingers up into her and swirl the flooding nectar of her excitement. She let her head fall forward to look down the striped front of her body and see where his hand reached into her. The sight racked up her arousal one more notch and as she sweated and panted her sex made hungry sucking noises while his fingers worked at her.

“How many can you take I wonder?” he asked quietly.

Paula closed her eyes the better to feel her gathering excitement. “As many as you want me to Master,” she heard herself reply. Abruptly he withdrew his hand and she almost wailed in frustration, she had felt the first quivers of her approaching orgasm begin. But then he hit her. He brought his open hand up, hard, between her spread legs and it smacked wetly into her engorged lips. She cried out in shock. He did it again, and again she cried out but more throatily this time. This cruelty was making her come even faster. She tilted her hips forward for the next one but he stepped back and before she could beg him, he started in with the whip again. This time he curled it around her right thigh. His aim was devastating. It bit into the soft skin right up by her slit and the metal tip stung the bottom of her buttock.

Her head snapped back at the impact and the first wave of her orgasm crashed across her in a storm of livid pain and pleasure. She heard herself scream and her body bucked and writhed, desperate to feel his shaft spear up into her and drive her to total fulfilment. But he moved to her other side and repeated the same lash with the same accuracy. It drove her rigid against her chains and she arched for a second quivering and spasming, her sex frantically rippling and flooding its juices out between her gaping lips. Then the storm passed and she hung limply in her chains, her head lolling against one shoulder and her breath rasping in her throat.

Dimly she felt him release her and could only collapse onto all fours until her head cleared. Her breasts, stomach and sex pounded with the aftermath of the whipping. But he gave her no time. He was still stiffly erect and again used her hair to haul her up and this time he threw her onto the bed. She sprawled face down and felt him lift her hips from behind. As eagerly as her dazed state allowed she gathered her legs up under her to raise her haunches for him. She buried her head in the bedclothes and pushed her bottom up to show him her sex, but all he did was wipe his hand briefly along the crack and use the juice to lubricate the closed bud of her back entrance. She moaned in anticipation and reached round behind her to pull her buttocks apart for him. And as his fingers pushed into her and wrenched her open she bore down to help the head of his member drive into her. Again he was in a hurry and as soon as he felt the narrow channel grip his shaft he thrust in as deep as he could. Her body shuddered and rocked under the repeated blows as he pulled back and then rammed in again, his hips slapping against her. Paula was still dizzy from the massive orgasm she had had under the whip. And she had just begun to respond to the penetration deep into her stomach when felt him grab the fronts of her thighs and pull her against him. She felt his member pulsing as he held her pinned to him and it shot yet more sperm into her, then he released her again. She groaned in frustration as he slid out of her and she rolled onto her side to see what he would want next.

For a moment Paula thought he might have finished with her. He knelt with the folds of his stomach hanging over his loins and he was panting. But then he sat back and grinned.