More hands grabbed her legs and she was dragged to the floor, spread-eagled and pinned down, semen ran freely from her distended labia, flowed to the rear of her open crack and dribbled stickily down between her buttocks. For a few moments, she pulled lazily against her captors' hands, languishing in the wetness of her cunt, then she felt the lash of a belt across her chest.
Whack!
It stung her as the edges cut into her flesh just above her breasts.
Whack!
Another hard blow, this time right across her firm breasts and she screamed in pain.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
She shrieked in agony as blow after blow rained down on her, lashing across her breasts and stomach and cutting across her thighs.
"Bitch! Bitch!"
The men shouted and brayed as they beat her, but they could not beat her enough to give her complete satisfaction and her frustration aroused her even more. She wriggled and fought but she was wriggling with pleasure and fighting for more pain, more thrashing and more agony. Then she managed to break free, but before they could grab her she had turned over and crouched down with her face pressed against the floor and her buttocks held high.
"Whip me! Whip me you bastards!" she shouted as they took their belts to her and flogged her until they were exhausted.
Her buttocks were soon covered with red weals, but the men had not finished with her and she knew she had not finished with them. She wanted to start again and suck them all a second time, then she wanted to be fucked by every one of them until they finished. She wanted to be whipped harder and pinned down and tied up tightly and abused in every way and she wanted to wallow in their spunk and be beaten and punished for having so much pleasure. She screeched and raved at them and grabbed for cocks and sucked them and wanked them and shouted to them to do anything to her that they wanted. They dragged her into the car park, tied her to the wheel of a large lorry and whipped her mercilessly until she collapsed with exhaustion and fell into unconsciousness.
Jacko roused her by pulling the chain that still dangled from her neck and she looked around startled, she was still bound to the wheel of the lorry and her whole body stung with the beating she had taken.
"Come on," he said as two of the others began to untie her, "we've got to get you to the docks. What a fucking bitch you are! I've never seen anything like it!"
He wandered over to his bike, climbed on and started the engine and it roared as he turned the throttle eagerly. She slumped as she was released but she turned across to him and smiled, sensing inside herself a strange feeling of power that grew from knowing that she could still take more. She let herself be dragged over towards the side-car but then, as they bent her head to stuff her inside it, she pulled herself free.
"I'll ride," she said.
She strode over to Jacko's bike, lifted her leg across the seat, pressed her naked body against the back of his leather jacket and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She squirmed her wet cunt down onto the shiny, plastic seat that vibrated with the throbbing of the roaring engine, and squeezed her thighs tightly around his hips. He threw his head back against the side of her face and laughed, then he kicked his motorcycle into gear, leant forward towards the handlebars, and drove away into the darkness with the others following behind.
CHAPTER 13
Father Thomas was waiting at the door of a small hotel as the motorbikes roared up.
"Bring her in and quickly," he shouted as the engines were turned off.
Jacko grabbed the chain at Maria's neck and tugged it. She responded by bowing her head, lifting herself from the hot plastic saddle and following him obediently. Father Thomas led the way as they walked up some steep stairs to a small bedroom, he waved Jacko in first and Maria followed. He dropped the chain and it swung down between her breasts and she kept her head bowed as Father Thomas passed some money to Jacko. He turned to go, but stopped at the door and looked back at Maria. She lifted her head slightly and smiled but he just laughed and went out. Father Thomas closed the door and went up to Maria.
"Stand there, I want to look at you."
She stood before him and hung her head. She felt ashamed of her conduct in the cafe and wanted to admit it all to Father Thomas, she wanted to tell him about her wanton sinfulness and then she wanted to bend over and be whipped until she could stand no more. She looked at him and hoped he would ask her to confess. He pulled at his short, pointed beard then, as if preparing to share a secret with her, he bent his face forward and whispered in her ear.
"Are you ready to confess my child?"
For a moment she did not answer. Suddenly, she was no longer sure what she had to confess. She did not feel any remorse for her sinfulness, quite the opposite, she felt elated by her wrongdoing, indeed, the idea of her remorse had itself caused surges of pleasure as she had been driven back into the hands of Father Thomas. What she wanted to confess was her sexual desires, but not because she wanted them expunged, now she wanted to feel the thrill of admitting them. Of course! Her confession was just another thrill and she could feed it by making herself available for sex, for punishment, for humiliation and pain. Suddenly, she thought she understood it all and she looked up at him brightly.
"Oh yes Father, I am. Oh yes Father, I am desperately ready to confess. Please Father, hear my confession."
"Ah my child, I am so happy for you."
"Take my confession Father, please take my confession."
"Are you ready to serve? Are you capable of complete obedience? Are you prepared to confess all your sins and be purified?"
"Yes Father, I am. Oh yes, Father, I am. I have so much to tell you and I want you to hear every word."
"Caleb!"
The door to the bathroom opened and Caleb sprung out, he was not carrying his staff and looked a little lost without it.
"She is ready, at last she is ready, bring what we need then we can begin."
He pranced back into the bathroom and after a while came out holding a variety of things in his podgy hands.
"Ready! Ready! Ready!"
Father Thomas reached forward and slipped the chain from Maria's neck.
"You will not need this any more my child."
He handed it to Caleb who took it from him and passed him a very fine gold chain in return. Father Thomas held it up to the dim, yellow light and its delicate links glittered and sparkled.
"This will be your chain of obedience my child."
"Please Father, I need it. I need to be chained and I need to serve."
"I am so pleased you understand my child. Lie on the bed."
She moved to the bed and lay down on her front.
"Will you have to spank me first Father?"
"No my child, turn over on your back."
She rolled over slowly and her breasts tightened on her chest, her nipples were not hard but looked beautifully pink and receptive against the slightly darker ring that encircled them. She raised her knees then allowed them to drop to the sides fully exposing her naked cunt and its wet, glistening edges. She pressed her buttocks together and felt the tension of her muscles squeezing against the back edges of her crack, then she pressed them more and the soft petals of her cunt went wetter with anticipation and excitement. She felt relaxed and eager and she lolled her head to one side and looked at Father Thomas.
"What a beautiful cunt you have. Now I am going to make you its slave. I will have to tie you down though, you could not bear it without the help of some straps. Caleb!"