I'd been sitting by the wall for a couple of hours or more, contemplating, reflecting. My habit was torn and filthy, my hair unkempt, I was hungry... leaping to my feet, I decided to set fire to the building. It would be dangerous, but I had no choice. The fire brigade would come and, during the commotion, I'd make my getaway. Heading across the grounds, I went to the kitchens, sure that I'd find a box of matches there. The chapel was probably a good place to start a fire, I thought, rummaging through drawers and cupboards. Adjoining the main building and crammed with wooden pews and oak beams, the chapel would go up like a tinderbox.
Finding some matches, I slipped them into my habit and made for the chapel. I had no newspapers to start the fire, but the hymn books would suffice. I had to do a good job, I knew as I crept through the doors and walked down the aisle. If the fire didn't get a hold and I was caught, there'd be hell to pay. I had to ensure that the entire building went up in flames. Once the fire was going, I'd slip through the grounds into the greenhouse and water the plants. Hopefully, I'd be seen there, working, tending the plants. If questioned, I'd feign innocence, make out that I'd been in the greenhouse all along. And then make my escape when the fire brigade arrived.
Ripping the hymn books up, I stuffed the pages into the base of the pulpit. Once the wood caught, the flames would lap at the tapestries adorning the walls above the pulpit, and then reach the oak beams supporting the roof. Grabbing several cushions from the pews, I stacked them on and around the pulpit and struck a match. Taking a deep breath, I looked around the empty chapel. I was safe. Lighting the paper, I was surprised how quickly the fire started. Flames lapping at the wooden structure of the pulpit, I knew that the fire would be raging within minutes as I dashed to the doors and made my escape.
I was shaking like a leaf as I reached the greenhouse and dashed inside. Looking about me, I grabbed a hand fork and began loosening the soil between the tomato plants. My heart racing, pumping adrenalin through my veins, I wondered how well the fire was going. I couldn't see any smoke or hear shouting. The longer it took for the fire to be discovered, the better. Once it had a real hold on the chapel, the fire brigade would have to be called. My breathing unsteady, I knew that I wouldn't be able to feign innocence if the Mother Superior questioned me. There was still no sign of smoke, no shouting. Had the fire gone out? I wondered. I daren't go and see. I daren't return to the scene of the crime.
"Are you all right?" Juliet asked as she appeared in the doorway. "I saw you run in here and... you look as though you've seen a ghost."
"No, no I'm fine," I said, forcing a smile. "I've taken to jogging whenever I can. I need the exercise."
"I thought you'd been up to something," she giggled. "You looked so guilty as you ran in here."
"Up to something?" I echoed, averting my gaze as I dug around the plants. "Up to what?"
"I don't know."
"I'd been to the loo," I lied. "I then jogged back here to carry on with my work."
"Well, I'll leave you to get on."
As she left, I took several deep breaths and tried to steady my shaking hands. There was still no smoke, no shouting, and I again wondered whether the fire had gone out. Perhaps someone had discovered the fire and extinguished the flames before it got out of control. My head aching, I couldn't believe what I'd done. If someone had seen me dashing out of the chapel... the consequences didn't bear thinking about. All I could do was pray that the fire had a good hold on the chapel and the brigade would be called out.
Feeling despondent as the minutes ticked by, I was sure that the fire had gone out. The charred remains of the hymn books would be discovered and... and what? The Mother would be out for someone's blood. Even if I wasn't suspected, some poor young girl would be dragged into the dungeon and severely punished. Wishing I'd not started the fire, I prodded at the earth with the fork, wondering whether to nonchalantly stroll around the building to the chapel.
"Mary!" Elizabeth called as she ran towards the greenhouse. "The chapel's on fire!"
"What?" I gasped as she stood in the doorway.
"There's a raging fire in the chapel. God, you should see it."
"Has anyone called the fire brigade?" I asked, digging the fork into the earth and walking to the door.
"I don't know. The Mother Superior dashed up the main steps, so I reckon she must be calling them."
"We'd better get away from the building," I said. I had to get to the main gates, ready to run when the fire engines arrived. "Let's go and stand well back in the grounds. I expect the others will leave the building and..."
"I'm going to have a look," she broke in excitedly. "I'll see you later."
Watching her run around the side of the building, I headed though the grounds to the main gates. Hiding in some bushes, I looked across the grounds at the nunnery. There was thick black smoke billowing from the chapel, rising high into the air. They'd have to call the fire brigade, I was sure as I waited. Someone would come running down the drive and unlock the gates. As the engines drove past, I make my escape. I'd probably not be missed for some time, allowing me to get a good distance from the nunnery. I had no money, but that didn't matter. I'd steal some clothes and food and, if necessary, some money.
After fifteen minutes, I began to wonder where the fire brigade had got to. I didn't know where the nearest fire station was and thought that they might have to travel some distance. The longer it took them to arrive, the more the fire will have got out of control. Hoping that the entire nunnery would be gutted, I watched the smoke from the safety of the bushes. The smoke seemed to be thinning, turning grey. Listening for sirens, I couldn't understand why the smoke was diminishing. The fire couldn't be dying down. Elizabeth had said that there was a raging fire in the chapel. Buckets of water would be futile against such a fire. There was no way it could be going out.
After half an hour, the smoke had gone, and I knew that the fire brigade wouldn't turn up. Deciding to investigate, I left the bushes and walked slowly towards the building. There were a group of novice nuns standing outside the chapel along with the Mother Superior. She was shouting, waving her finger at the terrified girls. Slipping behind a tree, I watched as she ordered them to remove their habits. I didn't understand what was going on as the girls pulled their wimples off and tugged their habits over their heads. Pulling their panties down and unhooking their bras, they kicked their shoes aside and stood before the woman as if awaiting their instructions.
As the Mother talked to them, I eyed their young breasts, the triangular patches of pubic curls nestling below the smooth plateaus of their firm stomachs. When the girls gathered their clothes and placed them in a pile before the woman, I realized what was going on. They were being punished, forced to walk around naked in way of a punishment. Elizabeth was there, but I couldn't see Juliet. Wondering whether she was in the dungeon, I decided to show my face. There was no point in hiding, I knew as I walked towards the naked girls. My plan had gone terribly wrong, I'd failed miserably, and now we were all going to pay for my crime.
"Take your habit off and get in line," the Mother Superior hissed as she turned and scowled at me. "I'm holding you all responsible for the fire, and you'll all be severely punished." Slipping my torn habit off and dropping it onto the pile of clothes, I kicked my shoes aside and joined the naked girls. I couldn't understand what had gone wrong, why the fire had gone out. "Now get down to the dungeon," she bellowed. "And don't think that you're ever going to see the light of day again."
As we walked through the smoke-stenched chapel, I noticed a fire hose hanging from a reel on the wall and snaking across the floor. That was why they'd had no need to call the fire brigade. Wishing I'd known about the hose, had the opportunity to remove it, I followed the dozen or so girls through the small door and down the stone steps. Again wondering where Juliet was as we filed into the dungeon and stood quacking before the grinning monk, I stared at a long wooden bar running across the room from one wall to another. About four feet off the ground, the bar was a good three inches in diameter. I had no idea what it was for, but knew that I'd soon find out.
As the monk passed each girl a tube of cream, I took mine and read the label. It was depilatory cream. This was the beginning of a horrendous assault on our naked bodies, I knew as the evil man instructed us to massage the cream into our pubic hair. Watching the other girls smearing the cream between their legs, I knew that there was no point in protesting. Squirting the cream into the palm of my hand, I massaged it into my vulva. The monk talked about our naked bodies as we waited for the cream to work. He talked about our arses, the way we were going to finger each other's arseholes. My anus was still oozing with the young boys' sperm, my rectum slowly draining. Looking at the girls' firm breasts, their brown milk teats, I dreaded to think what we were going to be forced to endure.
"Wipe the cream off," the monk said, throwing each of us a towel after fifteen minutes. My stomach somersaulted as I watched the girls wiping away the cream and curls from between their slender thighs, revealing their naked vaginal lips. They all looked so young, prepubescent. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I drag my eyes away from their beautifully symmetrical outer lips, the alluring sight of their tightly closed sex cracks. Looking down at my own slit as I wiped the cream away, I stared at the naked lips of my young pussy. I couldn't believe the transformation. From womanhood to girl within minutes...
"Line up against the bar," the monk said, breaking my reverie. "Space yourselves out and hold onto the bar." As I took my position, he grabbed my arm. "Not you, Mary," he grinned. I watched the others comply with his request like obedient schoolgirls, standing in a row with the firm cheeks of their naked buttocks facing the evil man. I knew what was coming next as I heard the chink of metal handcuffs. "Bend over the bar and hold onto your ankles," he said. Wondering why he'd singled me out, I turned as the monk slapped my naked buttocks. "Cuff their wrists to their ankles," he instructed me, dumping a box of handcuffs on the floor.
Kneeling, I focused on each girl's vaginal lips as I moved along the line and cuffed them in turn. The swell of their sex hillocks nestling between their shapely thighs, their inner petals emerging alluringly from their pink sex cracks... I couldn't help but think how beautiful the female form was. Curvaceous, perfectly formed, intriguing, enticing... what a great shame that the little beauties were in the hands of the perverted monk. Young girls needed loving, sexual loving that only another girl could give. Why was I thinking that way? I wondered, securing the last girl's wrists to her ankles.
"Now, Mary," the monk said. "You may begin the punishment. Kneel behind the first girl and push a finger up her arse." Kneeling, I knew that I had to commit the degrading act. Parting the girl's buttocks, I focused on the brown eye of her anus, wondering what she was thinking as I pressed the tip of my fingers against her tightly closed hole. "Go on," the monk urged me. "Push your middle finger deep into her young arse." Parting her buttocks further with my free hand, I tentatively drove my finger deep into the hot sheath of her young bottom. "And now another finger," the man ordered me. "Push another finger into her arse."
The girl jolted as I pushed another fingers against the brown tissue of her bottom-hole. I could hear her whispering, mumbling her protest as my fingers slipped deep into her anal canal. Her brown ring tightly hugging my fingers, I wondered what the monk was going to order me to do as he moved about behind me. Looking down at the girl's upside down face between her parted legs, I offered her a reassuring smile. I'd never seen her before. Her jet-black hair trailing over the filthy floor, her dark eyes wide, she was extremely attractive. Gazing at the firm mounds of her breasts as I gently massaged her inner flesh, I thought how long her milk teats were. Perhaps she'd been forced to endure the weights, I mused, my fingers absorbing the heat of her inner core.
"And now the next girl," the monk said. "Push two fingers up her arse. When you've loosened all the girls up... well, you'll see." Slipping my fingers out of the young girl's bottom, I was about to move along the line when the monk placed his hand on my shoulder. "Wait," he said. "I want you to lick her arsehole. Taste her arse; push your tongue up her arse."
Again pulling her naked buttocks apart, I gazed at her bottom-hole, wondering what she tasted like. This was degradation in the extreme, I thought as I moved my head forward. I'd licked Elizabeth's pussy, tongued her wet vagina, but to lick a girl's bottom-hole... I had no choice, I knew. Moving forward, I ran my tongue up the gaping crease of her buttocks. Concentrating on the brown tissue encircling her small hole, I tasted her there, licked and slurped as she breathed heavily. Caressing her anal inlet with my wet tongue, teasing the sensitive nerve endings there, I felt my clitoris swell between the hairless hillocks of my pussy lips.
Parting the girl's buttocks further with my thumbs, opening her anal entrance, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her hot hole. The bittersweet flavour of her inner flesh waking my taste buds, I licked inside her rectum, pushing my tongue as far as I could into her private duct and caressing the sticky walls of her anal tube. She gasped as pressed my lips hard against her brown tissue and sucked. My tongue entering her tight duct again, licking deep within the core of her teenage body, I closed my eyes in my sexual delirium. Never had I touched or fingered my bottom-hole, let alone licked deep inside another girl's anal canal. I was deriving immense pleasure from my crude act, my arousal soaring as I licked and sucked. Was I normal? I wondered. Opening a girl's anus, pushing my tongue deep into her rectal duct... was the pleasure I was experiencing from the crude act normal?
"All right," the monk said. "Now finger the next girl." Licking my lips as I released the girl's firm buttocks and moved along the line, I wondered what the monk had in store for us. So far, this could hardly be classed as a punishment. "Two fingers," he said. "Push two fingers deep into her arse."
The second girl had smaller buttocks, her hips narrow, almost boyish. Parting the cheeks of her young bottom, I gazed at the starfish of her anus. Lowering my eyes, I focused on the swell of her hairless vaginal lips bulging between her slender thighs. She was beautiful, the crack of her pussy creamy-wet, the wings of her inner lips protruding invitingly from her vaginal ravine. "Get on with it," the monk snapped as I imagined lapping up her vaginal cream.
Slipping my middle finger into her tight anal duct, I watched her brown tissue dilate. Did she taste the same? I wondered, slipping a second finger into her hot shaft. Completely impaling her on my fingers, her brown tissue stretched to capacity, I looked down at her face as she peered at me between her parted legs. What was she thinking? I wondered, massaging her hot rectal duct as she gazed at me. How long had she been in the nunnery? Had the monk fucked her rectum and pumped his sperm deep into her bowels?
"Now lick her," he instructed me. Sliding my fingers out of her slimy tube, I opened her hole wide with my thumbs and pushed my tongue into the moist sheath of her hot rectum. She tasted wonderful, bittersweet, sour... again wondering at my rocketing arousal, I slurped and mouthed at her brown hole, sucking and licking as her teenage body trembled. My new-found pleasure would soon end, I knew as I pressed my lips against her anal iris and sucked hard. The chapel destroyed by fire, the Mother Superior furious... the monk obviously had something far worse than anal licking and fingering planned in way of punishment.
Stretching her tight hole further open, the delicate brown flesh of her anus taut between my thumbs, I peered into the tube of her rectum. Again, I wondered at my incredible arousal as I pushed my tongue deep into her anal sheath and tasted her there. My solid clitoris emerging from beneath its pink hood, my teenage juices of lust flowing between my hairless vaginal lips, I couldn't comprehend my uncharacteristic thoughts of lesbian sex. I'd never felt that way before, wanting to lick another girl's pussy, suck her clitoris to orgasm, tongue her anal canal.
"Enough," the monk snapped. Ordering me to stand up and he grabbed the leather whip from the corner of the room, he grinned at me. "Whip them," he said. "Starting with the first in line, whip them until the culprit confesses. One of you started the fire in the chapel, and I'm determined to find out which one!"
Standing behind the first girl, I raised the whip above my head. The leather tails swinging from side to side, I eyed the unblemished flesh of her milk-white buttocks. I didn't want to thrash her, but what choice did I have? Her wide eyes staring up at me, she bit her lip and tensed the firm globes of her bottom cheeks. Wondering whether we should have overpowered the monk as we'd filed into the dungeon, I pondered on a rebellion. Apart from the monk and the Mother... but there was the organization, I reflected. Whoever they were, whatever they were, I had no idea. Glancing at Elizabeth's naked buttocks, the last girl in the line, I wondered why she'd not told me more. Was she really that frightened? I mused. Was she really so afraid that she daren't even think of escaping let alone...
"Get on with it," the monk snapped. Bringing the whip down, the girl yelping as the leather tails cracked loudly across her twitching buttocks, I wondered whether I should confess to the crime. If I didn't own up, then all the girls would be severely punished. There again, whether I confessed or not, they'd be punished. Bringing the whip down again, the thin leather tails leaving pink weals fanning out across the pale flesh of the girl's trembling buttocks, I wondered why I'd been chosen to administer the punishment. The girl screaming as I thrashed her twitching buttocks, I almost turned to the monk and lashed out at him with the whip. But I knew that I'd only make matters worse if I dared to retaliate.
I stepped forward as the monk ordered me to thrash the next girl. The whip raised, my eyes focused on the rounded cheeks of the writhing girl's bottom, I licked my lips. I could taste her anal canal, the bittersweet flavour lingering on my lips. I wanted to lick her again, not thrash her. A bamboo cane cracking loudly across my buttocks, I yelped. The monk was by my side, grinning as he again raised the cane. My bottom stinging, I grimaced, again swearing to get even with the vulgar man.
"Every time you hesitate, you'll get the cane," he chortled. "If I think you're not thrashing the girls hard enough, you'll receive the cane. Just bear that in mind while you're whipping the girls. I'll be right here, with the cane raised."
Bringing the whip down as hard as I could, the leather tails flailing the young girl's bottom orbs, I knew that we should have attacked the monk and the Mother Superior. There were enough of us to overpower them. We could have got the keys to the main gates, escaped and... hindsight was useless, I knew as the girl screamed. The bamboo cane cracking loudly across my naked buttocks, I brought the leather tails down again and again, repeatedly lashing the girl's crimsoning anal orbs. Golden liquid streaming from her hairless vaginal crack and splashing on the floor, the other girls whimpering as they awaited their turn, I knew that I had to do something to put an end to the horrific punishment.
"No more," I hissed, turning to face the monk with the whip raised above my head. "There'll be no more whipping, no more sexual..."
"You dare to defy me?" he frowned, his eyes wide as he stared hard at me. "You dare to turn on me?"
"Yes, I dare," I spat. "This has gone far enough."
"This has barely begun," he chuckled, moving to my side and swiping the cane across my naked breasts. "Drop the whip, or you'll be sorry."
"No, I won't," I hissed, lashing him with the leather tails.
Snatching the whip as I again raised it above my head he tossed it to the floor and stood before me. I'd made fatal mistake, I knew as a wicked grin furled his thin lips. To think that I could have overpowered him alone was futile. But at least I was trying, I reflected. The other girls had done nothing to fight back, not even trying to escape the nunnery. At least I was making a stand. But it was a stand I was to bitterly regret, I knew as the monk slapped the palm of his hand with the thin cane. I could hear the girls murmuring, whispering as he flexed the cane and stood with his face only an inch away from mine.
"You dared to turn against me?" he breathed. "You dared to lash out at me with the whip? Oh, dear, oh dear," he sighed. "I'm afraid you've broken the golden rule. You leave me no choice," he spat, gripping my cheeks between his thumb and finger, forcing my lips to project. "You have physically assaulted me. You have deliberately and wilfully attacked me. As I said, you leave me no choice."
Slapping my face, he walked across the room and opened the door. Turning, he glared at me. I didn't know what to expect as he left, closing and locking the door behind him. I could only expect the worst. "You shouldn't have done that," Elizabeth said. Telling her to shut up, I searched the dungeon for the keys to the handcuffs. If I could release the girls, we might be able to attack the monk when he returned. Even if he brought the Mother Superior with him, there were enough of us to make a stand.
"Where are the fucking keys?" I murmured, looking around the room.
"Mary, it's no good," Elizabeth sighed.
"You shouldn't have attacked him," another girl said.
"What's the matter with you lot?" I asked angrily. "You all seem to be quite happy to accept the situation. None of you have any plans to escape or..."
"You set fire to the chapel, didn't you?" a girl asked.
"Yes, I did. And the next time I start a fire, I'll make sure that the whole fucking building goes up in flames."
"You should talk like that," Elizabeth said.
"It's your fault that we're in the dungeon," another girl rejoined. "Had it not been for you..."
"Shut up, the lot of you," I broke in. "If you all want to stay imprisoned here as sex slaves, that's fine by me. But I am not going to..."
"So," the monk grinned as he opened the door and stared at me. "You were the one who started the fire. Oh, I omitted to mention that I was standing outside the door. I heard your confession, and I now know who to punish."
"I'll release the others while you take her away," the Mother grinned as she entered the room.
Grabbing my arm, the monk dragged me out of the dungeon and frog-marched me down the corridor. Struggle as I did, there was nothing I could do to stop him as he opened a door and threw me to the floor of a large room. Slamming the door shut, he walked to the far wall and fiddled with two chains hanging from steel hooks set high in the wall. Mumbling to himself, he finally turned and ordered me to get up. Clambering to my feet, I stood naked before him, the teats of my firm breasts displayed and I clasped my hands to veil the hairless lips of my teenage pussy.
"Get over here," he snapped. As I walked towards him, he grabbed my right arm and raised it above my head. Cuffing my wrist to the chain, he grabbed my other arm. My face pressed against the cold stone wall, I didn't fight or protest and he cuffed my other wrist, my hands high above my head. There was no point in fighting the evil man. I'd retaliated once, and done myself no favours at all. I should never have climbed into the back of the van; I should never have started the fire or lashed out with the whip at the monk. As he knelt on the floor and forcibly yanked my feet apart, he cuffed my ankles to heavy chains snaking across the floor. Pulling on each chain, my feet parting until my legs would open no further, he tightened the clamps attaching the chains to the walls.
"I'll teach you to lash out at me," he hissed, standing behind me and running his fingertip up and down the yawning gully dividing my naked buttocks. "The Mother Superior was right, you're nothing but trouble. You stole the hose from the greenhouse and tried to escape over the walls. You vandalised the greenhouse. You tried to escape in the back of that van. You set fire to the chapel. And, to top it all, you lashed out at me with the whip."
I could hear him moving about behind me, but daren't turn my head to see what he was doing. Not only did I swear to get even with the evil man and the Mother Superior, but my stepfather. He'd sold me, taken cash in exchange for my teenage body as if I was nothing more than an animal at market. How much had he got? One thousand? Five thousand? He'd give me every penny he'd received, I make sure of that. My mother obviously knew nothing about the illegal deal. What other horrendous things had he been up to behind her back? The poor women knew nothing about the evil man.
"There are a few things you don't seem to understand," the monk said, slipping his hand between my thighs and clutching the swell of my naked vaginal lips in his palm. "You don't seem to realize that this is your home now. You'll be here until we no longer have a need for you. There's no way out, so you might as well accept that. Had you remained unnoticed in the van, you would have been found at the gates. We never allow vehicles to leave without searching them thoroughly. There are two walls surrounding the grounds, as you've discovered. You did well to get over the first wall. We've learned a lesson from that, ensured that no one will manage to scale either wall. We've learned a lesson, Mary. But you haven't. I have something in store for you. You're going to have a little surprise later. But first, I have to thrash you for your wickedness."
Tensing my buttocks as he removed his hand from between my thighs, I squeezed my eyes shut. I heard a swishing sound, a loud crack as pain permeated the cheeks of my bare bottom. Again, what felt like a bamboo cane swished through the air and lashed my stinging buttocks. My body hanging from the chains, jolting with every deafening crack of the cane, I cried out with the agonising pain. As the merciless thrashing continued, my buttocks became numb. I could endure the beating, I knew as I listened to the swishing cane, the loud cracks. Again and again, the monk whacked my burning buttocks, grunting each time the thin bamboo struck my taut flesh.
"That'll do for starters," he said, halting the unmerciful flogging. "A good thrashing works wondered, but there are other ways of punishing little girls who misbehave." I dreaded to imagine what he had planned for me as he moved about the room. The burning cheeks of my bottom rudely yanked apart, I gasped as he pushed something hard and cold against my anal inlet. Whatever it was opened my anus and slipped into my rectum. The object stretching me wide open, I grimaced as I felt it driving deep into my pelvis, to the very core of my bowels.
"I have to go and arrange the surprise for you," he said, pushing the things deeper into my inner core before standing up. "I might be an hour or so. There again, I might be three hours. I'll be taking you to the other room tonight. I have a few private clients who have paid me to fuck your mouth. You'll be in the chair again, so you'll be quite comfortable while enjoy several mouth-fuckings. I hope you enjoy the anal stretcher while I'm gone. Bu the way, it's made of steel. It's pretty heavy and I would imagine fairly easy to push out of your arse. It's a test, Mary. If it's still up your arse when I come back, good and well. If, however, you've pushed it out and I find it on the floor, you'll be in for the most severe caning yet. See you later."
As he left the room and closed the door, I hung my head. A tear rolling down my cheek, I again wished I'd not tried to escape before making my plans. I'd got over the wall only to find myself trapped. I'd leaped into the back of the van without thinking, working out exactly what I was doing. The fire in the chapel could have worked, I reflected, trying not to squeeze my muscles and eject the metal bar from my rectum. Had I made a better job of it, piled more hymn books beneath the pulpit or even started two fires, my idea might have worked. Would I have another opportunity to escape? I pondered. Or was I to remain in the dungeon for the rest of my days at the nunnery? All I had to look forward to now was the monk's surprise. Whatever he had planned for me, I doubted very much that I'd be surprised.