She kept the pressure on her chain as the cock plunged deeply inside her then, as it started to fuck her, she began pulling rhythmically at the ring. She felt the fucking and its violent thrusts spread shivers of excitement throughout her, but the ring was giving her more pleasure. She felt a surge of energy and pushed her pelvis onto the cock as hard as she could. The ring kept pulling her clitoris and, as a heat boiled up in it and her body began to tingle with the surge of delight that ran from it. She fucked the cock like an animal until it shot its spunk deep into her vagina. She started screeching out again but this time she was screeching for more.
"Another! Another!"
Another cock plunged inside and she fucked it as hard as she could. All the time she kept bringing her clitoris to orgasm by pulling her neck against the chain, every painful pressure releasing a new climax, every tug on the ring causing her to run with a fresh, delightful spasm. She took another, and another finished in her mouth, then they turned her over.
"Yes," she cried, "yes, like a dog, fuck me like a dog."
A cock plunged into her cunt from behind and, as she was knocked forward by its onslaught. She kept pulling the chain and filling her body with orgasm after orgasm. She knew what was happening now, she realised that what was happening were her fantasies, all the things she had told Father Thomas were coming true. Of course, he was training her to live out her fantasies! Her body tightened into an enormous paroxysm, then she realised that she had not told him everything, there were still things she wanted that he did not know. He had taken her confession but there were still things to confess and she needed to tell him, she still had so many sins to be admitted.
Then she understood and she knew that she would never escape, her desires for pleasure and pain were ever increasing, she could be punished forever but it would never satisfy her need for forgiveness or the pleasure she got from being bad. She was overwhelmed with delight as the revelation struck her and she saw that what lay ahead was a life of punishment, pain and agonizing delight.
"Up my arse! Up my arse and fuck me like a dog!"
The sound of the dogs filled her ears, she wanted to run again and be caught, she wanted to be dragged down by the dogs and hauled over the ground and beaten and flogged and fucked like a dog. She realised that she wanted to be a dog and fuck like a dog, she realised that she wanted to be fucked like the animal she was and that meant only one thing.
"Like a dog!" she screamed. "Like a dog!"
CHAPTER 15
Maria was barely conscious as the men dragged her across the wide open area of the docks. She heard the sound of ships and the clanking of chains mixed with the barking of dogs and the sounds of a cracking whip. She was aware of being pulled into a metal building and made to stand, naked and alone in the dazzling light. As her eyes became used to the brightness, she looked up and shrunk back in surprise.
Lesley stood before her. She looked marvellous, bedecked in glittering chains and clothed in shiny leather, with a long, black whip hanging loosely in her hand. Still squinting, Maria looked at her closely. She wore a black leather waistcoat pulled tightly around her breasts with thin leather thongs and a black leather suspender belt was pulled tightly onto her well rounded hips. The suspenders held black stockings in their shiny metal clasps and disappeared into shiny leather boots that fitted tightly to half-way up her long thighs. She did not have any panties on and her black pubic hair curled tightly in a dense mat above the barely discernible pink edges of the front of her crack.
At her feet was Barbara. She was completely naked and crouched on all fours with her wrists and ankles manacled tightly to the floor in heavy silver rings. Around her neck a heavy leather collar was secured from one side to the floor and from the other to a ring which was attached to the ceiling. She did not seem to be able to move at all and her long, dark hair hung down over her face and trailed on the floor.
A naked man, with a leather mask and a silver chain pulled up tightly between his balls and his neck, straddled her back. He held a riding crop over her red striped buttocks and she looked exhausted and in pain.
There were a lot of other girls in the room. Some were shackled in chains, some were tethered to the wall with leather thongs, one was gagged and blindfolded, another, her bare bottom ribbed with angry red lines, was strapped naked and face down over a bench. A blonde haired girl hung suspended by her ankles from a chain attached to the ceiling and spun dizzily as a leather clad man thrashed her with a split cane. She seemed too tired to scream and just whimpered as her torturer thrashed her remorselessly. Then Maria realised that she recognised some of them, she could hardly believe it, one she remembered from work and several of them had been at her school. As she looked around, she saw Father Thomas and Kirk standing near to the door with Caleb squatting at their feet.
Lesley stepped towards her and Maria fell back in fear as she saw that look in Lesley's face that promised both reward and pain. Lesley pulled back her long arm and lifted her whip, it bent easily as its tip reached towards the ceiling. Maria felt a shiver of fear as she thought of it crashing down across her breasts or her bottom, and she shrunk back, afraid that at any moment Lesley would flare up into uncontrollable anger.
Then Lesley's expression began to change. It took on the look that promised only pain. Her smooth contoured face began to crinkle, and her eyes tightened and her lips curled upwards, as she flushed around the cheeks and took a deep breath. Maria fell back even more and she felt her heart beating frantically.
"You are a sorry sight, my dear. But why are you standing, surely you have been trained better than that? Don't you know how to be a slave yet? Surely you know how to beg and scrape by now? Get down on your knees you fucking slut!"
Maria dropped to her knees and bent her head in submission.
"You don't remember me do you? Do you? No, of course you don't."
Maria did not understand. Of course she remembered her, it was Lesley, her boss at work, she knew her well, she had worked for her for ages.
"Lesley, what do you mean?"
"Address me properly! I am Mistress Lesley!"
Maria felt her heart pounding loudly.
"Please, Mistress Lesley, of course I know you, you know I do."
"Hah! You may look up at me if you wish, yes, look closely and cast your mind back. Yes? Do you remember now? I think you do. I was one of the girls in that muddy hole, yes? The day you walked past and saw me with my panties down having my young bottom smacked, remember? Yes? Well it doesn't matter a fuck if you don't. You missed a treat my dear Maria, oh yes, because that is how it all started. I went to Father Thomas, just like you, I went to beg for forgiveness. But I was different, braver than you. "Bend over my knee my child, a good spanking will save you." Oh, I can recall it so clearly. But I did not run away like you, I bent over his knee and let him pull my white panties down. I lay across his lap in that dark confession box and let him spank my bare bottom until I cried and sobbed for forgiveness. Oh, I still go wet at the thought, that beautiful punishment, that beautiful spanking. But things changed didn't they Father?"
Father Thomas smiled subserviently.
"His spanking was not enough for me, even the hard ones he gave me. I needed more than that and so, as time went on, though he spanked me so hard, oh so hard, poor Father Thomas had to find me more. A cane, a whip, a chain, but still it was not enough. It was not long before I was training him in the ways of punishment and humiliation. Father, how far we've come. Now, as you can see my dear, I have devoted my life to it. Sometimes I keep a slave for my own purposes, I am having this one, Barbara, but not you my dear, no, I am not going to keep you."