"That was very bad my child."
"Father, I have been so bad since. I have enjoyed spanking and the feel of -"
"Yes, the feel of?"
"I can't say Father, I don't like to say."
"You must not be even more sinful my child, you must say everything."
"Well, Father, I have enjoyed the feeling of a man's -"
"Go on."
"I have enjoyed the feeling of a man's… thing. His, his cock, Father."
"And where did you enjoy it my dear?"
"In my bottom Father."
"Up your arse you mean."
"Yes, I enjoyed a man's cock up my arse. Yes, I enjoyed a man's cock up my arse."
"And did you know the man?"
"No, Father, I didn't know him, he was a stranger."
"And what else?"
"I pushed a bottle up there as well, and enjoyed a man, a dirty filthy man, watching me while I did it."
"Did you know him?"
"No, Father, he was a stranger as well."
"What else?"
"I have tasted the cane and the whip as well, and I have enjoyed the pain they gave me. I have been spanked and smacked and no matter how much it has hurt I have wanted more. Oh, Father, can I truly be saved or am I too evil?"
"But that is not all is it my child?"
"Father, that is all I can remember."
"Yes, but that is not really all is it? You have more desires, I think. I can see in your eyes that you have more desires and it is those that I must know about. Tell me your secret desires, tell me your secret fantasies, I can see you have them, I must know them so that I can lead you to salvation."
"Father, oh Father, you're right. I am so bad! I am so evil! I have terrible thoughts, I have terrible desires, I don't dare admit them though, they are too shameful, they are too terrible."
"Tell them, tell them all. I must know them and then I can help you. Tell me all your fantasies my child."
"Oh Father I can't. I just can't."
He leant towards Maria and offered his hand, she reached forward and took it.
"Here my child, come here I can see that you need help."
She stood up and he led her gently to a large contraption that was near the trestle. It was about ten feet long and made of heavy timber. At one end there were black leather thongs attached to iron pegs and at the other was a wide, wooden drum with handles attached to each side. More black, leather thongs were wound around the drum and trailed from it onto the heavy, wooden base.
"I think this will help you tell us your sinful thoughts, my child. When you feel the strains from our friend here, I think your tongue will loosen and you will be keener to tell us how dirty you really are."
Maria shrunk back as she realised that she about to be tied onto a rack!
"Lie down on it my child, prepare to feel the caress of its thongs around your wrists and ankles, prepare to sense the strain from the wheel as it squeezes your evil fantasies from you."
Maria sat on the edge of the rack, then obediently lay on her back. She felt the wood of its base, cold and smooth against her skin, and it made her shiver. She looked around the dungeon and saw that all the women hanging in their manacles were watching her. She stretched her arms above her head submissively and widened her legs as far as her red panties would allow. As she felt the tension of her panties cutting into her legs, a wave of terror ran through her and then a flush of unbelievable excitement. The rack would be her means of salvation, at last she would be made to confess her sins.
Caleb started prancing around the walls of the dungeon, prodding the women with his staff as he passed them. One of them screamed loudly as the point of his staff pricked deeply into her thigh.
"Caleb! Come here and secure her."
He came over and began tying Maria's wrists to the thongs that trailed from the wheel of the rack. He pulled them tightly and she squirmed as the pain intensified, then he clambered across her and crouched down by her ankles, tied them as well and leaned back against the knots in order to pull them as firmly as he could. She lay splayed open on the rack, her arms were pulled up close to the sides of her face and her hair lay in sweat covered tangles across her cheeks. Her black skirt was pulled up around her thighs and her red panties dug into the sides of her knees that were pulled as wide as they would go by the taut thongs. She breathed deeply and waited.
Caleb played with the hem of Maria's skirt, lifting it, peering beneath it and giggling. She felt his glare and squirmed, she felt so exposed but could do nothing to cover or protect herself. She hoped they would leave her skirt on, she dreaded being completely naked.
Father Thomas called Caleb over and gave him some instructions, he sniggered and ran out of the dungeon with a sense of excitement and purpose. Father Thomas then walked over to the woman who still had some clothes on, he ripped the tape from her face and began feeling her breasts. Maria craned her neck to see. The girl looked at Father Thomas and smiled as he cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them firmly. Then her grabbed her by the neck and she gasped. He slipped his hand higher and squeezed her cheeks together so that her lips pursed out, then he lurched towards her and began kissing her mouth. He salivated all around her face and licked her eyes and she started moaning and writhing her hips and legs.
Then Father Thomas thrust his hand down between the tops of the woman's thighs, grabbed the flesh of her cunt through the rags of her dress, and tugged at it roughly. She writhed more and began moaning loudly as he pulled at the top of her dress and ripped some of the material that hung raggedly below her breasts. He tore some more away and, as though it was a signal, she bent her face and started frantically kissing the top of his head. Her arms strained in the manacles and her fingers spread wide then clenched in repeated, rhythmic pulses. Then Father Thomas stood back from her and watched. She did not stop writhing and even though there was nothing to kiss she did not stop kissing. Her body pulsated wildly and her hands opened and closed madly. She started to dribble and moan even more loudly. Then she started to scream out loud. At first her words did not make any sense but then Maria could hear clearly what she was saying as she screeched and screamed in complete abandon.
"Fuck it Father. Stick your cock in it Father. Push your throbbing cock up my cunt, up my arse, stick it wherever you want to. Wank it in my mouth, let me suck it down, right down, let me suck it down my throat. I want to feel your swollen cock in my throat Father. Stick it in until I can't breathe. Finish down my throat Father and let me swallow everything you've got. Let me draw it out of you, let me suck it out, suck, suck, suck it up. Then fuck me again Father, fuck my wet cunt, fuck my aching arse. Fuck me, fuck me, Father. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… Yes, yes, then you can spank me, you must spank me, harder, harder, harder. Then you can cane me for fucking you, cane me so hard I bleed, harder, harder. Then you can whip me for sucking you, oh whip me Father, sting me with the whip, all over my body, whip me, sting me, harder, harder. Then you can punish me in any way you want for wanting your dick up my arse. Oh, Father, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She she rose up on her shackles and, tensing her whole body in a violent convulsion, she let out a terrible scream. She hung there, her body pinioned to the wall of the dungeon in a spasm of tension and relief. Then suddenly she dropped down heavily to the clanking sound of her straining chains and hung there gasping for breath and drenched with sweat.
Maria's eyes were wide. She had become so excited watching the woman, she had not wanted it to stop, her screams, her words and her response to Father Thomas. Yes, the way she had succumbed to him, that was what had excited the woman most of all, and her passion and dirtiness, it had been so instant, so overpowering.
Maria wanted to see more, she wanted Father Thomas to go to another woman and set her into a frenzy of excitement, she wanted to see him grabbing her cunt and licking her face, but most of all she wanted to see how she boiled into a frenzied seizure, an overpowering and uncontrolled frenzy of desire and abandon. It was that uninhibited outpouring of desire that had made her own cunt so wet with desire, it was the wild words and the dirtiness of it all that had made her cunt ache to be grabbed and violated.