"Smack me! Father, smack me! I beg you, smack me! Keep the whip inside me and smack me as hard as you can!"
"What a wretched bitch you are. Here bitch, take that!"
Smack!
The tingling in her arse built into a sharp, searing sting of delight as Father Thomas's hand smacked down on her bottom. She lurched forward, shocked and satisfied.
"Again! I'm a wretched bitch, I know I am! Smack me again!"
Smack!
She pitched forward again as the smack knocked the breath from her.
"Again! I'm a wretched bitch! Beat me more!"
Smack!
She gulped as she was knocked forward. The whip twisted inside her and the pale, tight cheeks of her bottom were set on fire with the weight of the stinging smack.
"Again! Harder!"
Smack!
"Again! Harder! Harder! Harder!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Father, please keep the tip inside. Force it in as far as you want. I can feel myself coming, my cunt is filling with it. Harder! Harder! The bitch wants more! Please Father, harder! Harder!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Maria lifted her bottom even higher, forcing her scorching buttocks back onto the unremitting smacks and her anus further down the pointed end of the whip. She gasped a deep, throaty gasp and she felt her cunt running with moisture. She gasped again and fell forward, her face splashed into the pool of spit that was spread out on the wooden surface of the bench and she licked her tongue out and drank it up, drooling and salivating with her wretchedness and giddily drunk with the pleasures of pain and delight. When she had sucked up all her spit, she squashed her lips against the bench and let her bottom fall back.
"Thank you Father," she muttered quietly. Thank you for beating me."
Father Thomas withdrew the whip and stood in front of her.
"Now my child, we are finished for the day and you must be taken down to the place of captivity. We will continue with your training tomorrow. Caleb!"
Caleb danced up and undid her bonds, they fell away loosely but she did not move, even when he began prodding her with his staff. In the end, she got up shakily and stood with her red panties still hanging torn around her knees.
"Take her down to the vault, my servant."
Caleb stabbed the point of his staff at the backs of her calves and forced her forward into the darkness at the end of the chapel.
CHAPTER 6
"Bitch! Bitch!" screeched Caleb as he prodded her angrily with his staff. "Dungeon! Dungeon! Bitch in the dungeon!"
Maria stumbled as he forced her forward through a dingy corridor. She stubbed her toes on protruding stones in the floor and realised that she had left her shoes in the chapel. Every so often there were candles stuck into recesses in the stone walls, flickering like greasy pools of false safety. Each time she reached one she rested on the wall to steady herself and feel some comfort from the nearness of the flame, but Caleb moved her on, stabbing her legs and making her yelp. The floor was wet and cold and as she trudged on she felt slimy water running between her toes.
"Move! Move! Bitch! Bitch!"
She tried to pull her red panties up but Caleb jabbed her hard and she had to leave them hanging loosely and torn just above her knees. It was difficult to walk and the more she stumbled the more angry it made Caleb. Once, when she tripped and had to hold onto the wall to stop herself from falling, he lifted up the back of her dress and smacked her bottom hard. After a while she saw the tunnel opening out into a huge vaulted cellar. Caleb pushed her forward and as she looked in she gasped.
"In bitch! Dungeon for a bitch!"
It was a huge stone-built dungeon. Candles were stuck in recesses and flickered with a sickening and uneven yellow light. The walls were studded with iron rings that hung from heavy metal chains and in the middle of the room were benches and various wooden and iron contraptions. Maria could hardly believe what she saw. On each of the walls there were young women hanging from the rings. Their heads hung down limply in fear and exhaustion, and all of them had a wide piece of tape pulled tightly across their mouths. They were all naked except for one whose clothes seemed to have been partially ripped from her and dangled down in pitiful tatters. As Maria looked at her she saw that this one had high cheekbones and dark eyes.
"Over there!" shouted Caleb as he prodded Maria forward.
Maria tried to hold back but Caleb forced her on. She shrunk from the strange benches and instruments in the middle of the dungeon floor and tried not to look at the desperate women as they slumped heavily in their chains.
"Wake up! Wake up! New friend! New friend!"
Caleb started dancing around the dungeon, going from one woman to the next, the first he slapped on the leg and she looked up in shock and fear, another one he prodded with his staff and she groaned and lifted her face slowly. Then he went to the one with the tattered clothes and reached up and pulled at her dress. It ripped and her firm breasts were exposed but she just stared forward vacantly, her face pulled tightly beneath the shiny silver tape.
"Over here!"
He motioned to Maria with his staff. She walked towards him and he grabbed her viciously, pulling her towards the wall and turning her so that she stood against it facing the centre of the dungeon. Then he ran and fetched a wooden stool and dragged it over. He jumped up on it and pulled one of Maria's arms as high as he could. She cried out as he stretched it higher but he took no notice and thrust her wrist through one of the manacles that hung from the wall and clamped it firmly together. It pinched her skin and she cried out again, but he only laughed, then shackled her other wrist and jumped down.
She hung on the manacles limply, her hair wet and tangled around her face and her red panties twisted up above her knees.
"Please -"
"Silence! No talking! Dirty little bitch! Dirty, dirty little bitch!"
Angrily he picked up the stool and smashed it towards her, she managed to twist sideways and it hit the wall and broke in his hands.
"Silence!"
Then he picked up his staff, ran out of the dungeon and disappeared back down the tunnel. Everything went quiet and Maria started to sob. She drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, then suddenly woke with a start. Her eyes opened wide as she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the tunnel. She pulled on her manacles and felt terrible pain in her arms and wrists. Father Thomas entered the dungeon and approached Maria. She looked at him briefly then hung her head, afraid of what he might say or do.
"Lift your head my child," said Father Thomas. "There is nothing to be afraid of here. I am here to help you. I am here to help you cleanse your sins. Now, let's have a good look at you."
He reached forward and lifted her chin.
"You really are quite a beauty my child. But there is still much work to do if you are ever to be saved."
"Oh, yes Father Thomas, I must be saved."
"And are you prepared to suffer for it my child?"
"Yes, Father, oh yes, you know I am."
"Well, that is a start but I must find out what you have got to be saved from first. We cannot start training you properly until we know exactly the nature of your sins… Caleb! Bring her to the table."
Caleb jumped up, braced his feet against the wall, then clung like a bat to Maria's manacles. Maria could feel the heat from his body as he strained to undo the metal rings around her wrists. She turned away from him as he pulled and tugged at her bonds until finally they came undone and she dropped to her knees. He jumped down by her side and pushed her to the centre of the dungeon.
"Sit here my girl," said Father Thomas pointing to a wooden trestle. "So, what are your sins my child?"
"Father, you know that when I was younger I refused a spanking from you. You wanted to save me then, but I ran away from you. Oh Father!"