Chapter Seven

 

"Mary, are you all right?" Juliet whispered as she slipped into the room.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, turning my head and gazing at her.

"There's no one around. I went to look at the burnt out chapel and then thought I'd sneak down here. What have you done? Why are you chained up?"

"You don't have to do anything to get chained up and sexually abused," I returned. "Actually, I was the one who set fire to the chapel."

"God," she gasped. "Why on earth..."

"I was hoping to escape when the fire brigade arrived."

"The idea's good but... there's no way out, Mary."

"I'll get out of this place, believe me."

"How?"

"I've heard that there's a tunnel. I don't know where it is, but I'll find it."

"If you do, I'll come with you."

"If I find it, we'll all be getting out of here. Why weren't you rounded up with the rest of us after the fire?" I asked, suddenly becoming suspicious.

"I was in the kitchens. I knew nothing about the fire until..."

"Come closer," I whispered, glancing at the open door. "There is a way out, but you must tell no one."

"Really?"

"When I was hiding by the main gates waiting for the fire engines to arrive, a man and a woman came up to the gates. They were out walking and happened to come across the nunnery. I told them what was going on here. The man's brother is a policeman, CID or something. It won't be long before this place is raided."

"Raided?"

"I had plenty of time to talk to the couple as everyone was busy with the fire. I told them everything."

"That's great," she beamed. "Look, I'd better get out of here. When you're free, we'll meet in the grounds and have a chat."

"All right, but don't say anything to anyone."

"No, no I won't."

I didn't know what I thought I was going to achieve by lying to the girl. But, if she had become the Mother's grass, I'd certainly put the fear of God up the woman and the monk. Had Mary gone running to the Mother Superior? I wondered. She'd left in somewhat of a hurry. My anal muscles spasming, the metal bar shooting out of my rectum and landing on the floor between my feet, I knew that I was going to be in for yet another thrashing. I'd been chained to the wall for what seemed like hours, but it could only have been forty-five minutes or so. Hearing movements in the corridor, I wondered whether Juliet had come back.

"Right," the monk grinned as he entered the room. "It's time for your surprise." My eyes wide as half a dozen naked men filed into the room, their huge balls rolling, their massive penises erect, I wondered where they'd come from. More paying guests, I mused as the monk closed and locked the door. Perhaps they were from the village. They'd more than likely come down from London, I reflected. A group booking, a gangbang.

As the monk released me, my legs sagged and I crumpled to the floor. My arms aching, I looked up at the pale faces of my captors as they cast their eyes over my naked body, the mounds of my firm breasts, the hairless lips of my pussy. I was becoming used to strangers using and abusing me. My naked body was for sale, I was nothing more than a whore. Perhaps my mother would rescue me, I thought, wondering what she was doing while I was in the dungeon of sin. I was in for the fucking of my life, I knew as the monk towered over me. Another fucking, another sperming...

"So, you're an arsonist," he snarled. "Do you know what we do with sluts like you?" He gazed longingly at my pink inner lips emerging from the naked crack of my vagina and grinned. "I'll tell you what we do. Better still, I'll show you." Grabbing my arm and hauling up from the floor, he dragged me across the room to what appeared to be a low table with a V-shaped cut in one end. Forcing me to lie on the table, he spread my legs wide and cuffed my ankles. Pulling my arms down either side of the table, he secured my wrists. The cheeks of my bottom over the cut-out, I gazed at the ceiling, the solitary light bulb hanging above me. Would I ever see the blue sky again?

Wondering what the idea was as one of the naked men clambered beneath the table, I couldn't imagine what he was doing. Feeling the swollen head of his penis between the fleshy hillocks of my hairless pussy lips, I knew that he was going to fuck me, but I still didn't realize what horrendous sexual act I was to endure. His purple plum running up and down the creamy-wet crack of my vagina, he pressed his well-lubricated glans hard against the brown eye of my bottom-hole. Suddenly, my anal sphincter muscles yielding, his knob drove deep into the tight sheath of my rectal canal. Gasping as his huge girth opened my tight duct, stretching in the delicate walls, I gazed in horror as another naked man climbed onto of my tethered body.

I didn't think that I could take two huge penises at once, and struggled futilely to free myself as the second man guided his solid glans between the wet petals of my inner lips and drove into me. "No," I breathed, my head tossing from side to side as the two shafts drove fully home, my pelvic cavity bloated, my tight holes stretched to capacity. As they began their double-fucking motions, both rock-hard shafts withdrawing and thrusting into my hot sheaths, I couldn't believe that this was happening to me. Two men using me to satisfy their debased desires, fucking the tight holes between my legs?

Another two men kneeling either side of my head, the purple crowns of their solid cocks hovering threateningly over my gasping mouth, I knew that I was to be crudely fucked and spermed by fours penises. Gripping their veined shafts, they pushed their purple plums into my mouth. Breathing heavily through my nose as my naked body rocked with the illicit double-fucking, I sucked on the men's knobs, praying for them to get the vulgar job over with.

A fifth man knelt behind my head, his balls brushing my hair, his huge cock waving from side to side. As he began wanking, his purple plum appearing and disappearing as he rolled his foreskin up and down his fleshy rod, I knew that he was going to come all over my face. There were more men waiting in the wings, their cocks stiff, their balls full. Degrading though the crude violation of my naked body was, at least I hadn't been threatened with the whip. I could take the double-fucking of my sex holes, the double mouth-fucking - but I couldn't take the whip.

Tasting the salty knobs fucking my mouth, I ran my tongue over their velveteen surfaces, wondering whether I'd be able to swallow a double load of spunk. Would I choke? I wondered fearfully. The juices within my vaginal sheath squelching, my tight rectum repeatedly bloating to accommodate the thrusting cock, I watched the man behind me as he wanked his massive organ. He was going to come, I knew as he began gasping and wanking his veined cock faster. I'd never thought I'd find myself in such a degrading and humiliating predicament. Never had I dreamed that I'd be with more than one man, let alone have four fucking me and another ready to shoot his spunk over my face.

The five men breathing heavily, murmuring expletives and crudities about my naked body, my hairless cunt, I recalled the time when my pubic curls had first sprouted. One blonde curl appeared just above my sex slit, and then another and another... the lips of my pussy maturing, filling out and becoming puffy, I used a small mirror to examine my feminine intimacy. I'd sit cross-legged on the floor and hold the mirror between my thighs. Opening the fleshy cushions of my pussy, I'd scrutinise the intricate inner folds of my sex slit, the pink nub of my exposed clitoris, the opening to my vagina.

The first thing to penetrate my sex sheath was my finger. Examining the membrane of my hymen, I'd pushed my finger into the small opening. I was surprised to discover the hot, hugging sheath of my pussy. Pushing my finger deeper into my young body, I massaged the tight sheath, gasping as unfamiliar sensations of sexual pleasure bathed my trembling body. In my experimentation, I inserted various objects into my vagina. A pencil, the handle of my hairbrush... taking one of my dolls, I pushed her arm into my vagina. Gazing into the mirror, I focused on the hairless lips of my pussy gripping her arm. Rocking back and forth, I held the doll tight, her plastic arm driving in and out of my virginal sex duct.

After examining myself in the mirror, I'd lie on my bed with my thighs wide, my fingers massaging my solid clitoris until my juices gushed and I shuddered in orgasm. Two or three times a week I'd use the mirror, exciting myself as I peeled my fleshy labia apart and gazing at my open pussy before reclining on the bed and taking myself to a massive orgasm. In those heady days of sexual discovery, I'd known that the penis was pushed into the vagina, but had never dreamed that men would be lining up to fuck my chained body. Never had I thought that a man would push his cock up my bottom while another fucked my cunt.

The man behind me groaning, I watched the sperm jetting from his purple knob in long white threads. Splattering my face as I gobbled on the two swollen sex globes bloating my mouth, the warm liquid ran over my nose, down my cheeks to my ears. My mouth suddenly filling with sperm, I swallowed hard. The men's faces grimacing, they were both pumping spunk into my mouth. More gasps resounded around the room as my vagina swallowed the sperm from the man on top of me, my bowels flooding with the liquid of male pleasure as the man beneath the table let out a long moan of pleasure.

Sperm running down to my temples to my hair as the man behind me wanked his huge cock, I sucked the spunk from the two knobs fucking my sperm-brimming mouth. I was awash with semen, my face drenched, my three orifices overflowing with the creamy fluid... and there was more to come. The men either side of my head slipping their orgasming knobs out of my mouth and wanking their veined shafts, I squeezed my eyes shut. My face streaming with spunk, I swallowed the last mouthful of sperm, praying for my freedom as my inflamed sex holes spasmed. My teenage body rocked with the two-hole fucking, the men grunting as they pumped me full of spunk. The more I thought about the crude violation of my young body, the more determined I became not only to escape but to seek revenge. I'd get my hands on the monk and the evil Mother before the authorities did. I'd whip them both to within an inch of their lives, sexually abuse them and...

"That bitch has caused another problem," the Mother Superior said as she entered the room.

"Not now," the monk sighed. "Can't you see that we have...?"

"This is important," the woman broke in. "I have to speak to you."

"All right," he said, following her through the door.

As the men slipped their spent cocks out of my sex holes and rose to their feet, I wondered what the woman had meant. Another problem? Perhaps Juliet had gone running to the woman with my confession. If they thought that the police were going to raid the nunnery... I could only live in hope, I knew as two another man knelt between my splayed thighs and ran the bulbous glans of his cock up and down my spermed sex gully.

"She's a right little tart," the man chuckled, forcing the entire length of his huge cock deep into my tightening cunt. "I reckon I'll be back for more."

"Do you live far away?" I asked.

"Far enough," he replied. "Why?"

"Don't tell her anything," another said, before I could ask how much they'd paid for their trip to the nunnery, as a man stood with his feet either side of the table and lowered his hairy scrotum over my sperm-sticky mouth. He ordered me to lick his balls as he lowered his body further, his wrinkled sac pressing against my lips. Pushing my tongue out I tasted him, lapping at his ball bag as his penis rose to attention above my wide eyes. He moved forward, and I found my self licking his anus. The man between my legs ramming his penile shaft deep into my contracting cunt as I tongued the other man's bottom, I knew that I felt my clitoris swell and pulsate.

There was something about anal tonguing that really turned me on. The bittersweet taste, the vulgarity of the illicit act... whatever it was, the feel of my tongue licking an anus, slipping into a hot tight rectum, sent my libido soaring. Pushing my tongue into his small hole, licking his rectal walls as he wanked his cock shaft, I knew I was going to come. As the man fucking my cunt increasing his thrusting rhythm, his veined shaft massaging my erect clitoris, I shuddered with the birth of my orgasm. Sperm jetting from the swollen glans above my eyes, splattering my forehead, my blonde hair, I tongued and sucked the anal opening forced against my mouth.

Pushing my tongue deep into the man's anal canal as my clitoris exploded in orgasm, I shook violently. Sperm gushing into my contracting cunt, running down to my anal hole, I licked and slurped between the man's parted buttocks, sucking and mouthing as his spunk rained over my head. This was debauchery at its lowest, I knew as I savoured the taste of his rectum. Never had I dreamed of tongue-fucking a man's rectum, let alone realize the immense pleasure I'd derive from such a crude act.

Both men grunting as they drained their balls, I felt myself sinking deeper into a murky pool of depravity. The acts I'd been forced to commit had changed me, I knew as I pressed my lips against the man's anal tissue and sucked hard. I'd found lust in love with my one and only boyfriend. But now I'd discovered lust without love, crude, cold sex. Would I ever be able to love again? I wondered as my clitoris pulsated, sending wondrous ripples of pleasure through my sperm-drenched body.

"There's a problem," the monk said, flinging the door open. "I'm afraid you'll have to go. The men didn't question him as they filed out of the room. The man squatting over my face leaving, the man between my thighs withdrawing his spent penis from my spunk-brimming cunt, the monk quickly released me and yanked me to my feet. Tossing me my habit and ordering me to dress, he seemed agitated, worried. Dragging me out of the dungeon once I'd donned my shoes and habit, he marched me along the corridor and up the stone steps.

"Get out of here," he said, leading me through the burnt out chapel. I didn't question him as I left the chapel. Something was going on, I thought as I wandered through the grounds. He must have wanted me out of the way for some reason. I didn't know what to think as I walked to the perimeter wall. Deciding to resume my search for the entrance to the tunnel, I walked along the wall. Sperm oozing from the inflamed eye of my bottom-hole, trickling between the swollen lips of my pussy and running down my inner thighs, I decided to go to the stream and wash when I thought I heard Juliet calling me.

Walking further, I knew that I was nearing the main gates. Perhaps Juliet was looking for me, I pondered. She might have seen me leaving the chapel and... to my surprise, the gates were open, the heavy chain and padlock lying on the ground. Without hesitating, I sprinted the last few yards and turned into the lane. I didn't stop running until I was a good distance away from the nunnery. Unable to believe my luck, I thought that perhaps Juliet had seen that the gates were open and, knowing that I was walking in the grounds, had called me. I couldn't blame her for not hanging around and waiting for me. Wondering which way she'd gone, I stopped by a signpost. "Bridle path to Witham Village," I breathed, deciding to get off the road and following the path deep into the woods.

Needing to rest I sat on the ground with my back against a tree and wiped my sperm-starched face. Why had the gates been left open? I pondered. Where had Juliet gone? What was going on at the nunnery? But the point was I was free, and that was all that mattered. Besides, I was too exhausted from a multiple-fucking and running to try to work it out. I had to think about making plans, find some clothes, get some money and... and what? I could hardly go home. I was alone in the world, I knew as I clambered to my feet and followed the path through the woods.

Everything had happened so quickly, I reflected as I made my way along the path. One minute I was licking a man's bottom-hole as he shot his spunk over my face and another man fucked me, and then I was free to leave. Finally reaching the edge of the woods, I noticed a small cottage. Without my wimple, my blonde hair sperm-matted, my habit ripped... I could hardly knock on the door. They'd asked whatever had happened to me. Sneaking along a hedge at the end of the back garden, I peered through the foliage in the hope of stealing some clothes from a washing line.

There was a man standing by the back door drinking orange juice. He'd help me, I was sure as I slipped through a gap in the hedge and walked down the garden towards him. I'd say that I was lost, say that I'd been trekking through the woods looking for some church or other. Noticing me, he frowned. I supposed that he didn't have many dishevelled nuns wandering in his garden as he asked me whether I was all right.

"I'm lost," I smiled. "I must have walked miles and now I'm completely lost."

"Where were you going?" he asked.

"A church. I was to meet the vicar of... may I have a glass of water?"

"Certainly," he said, stepping through the backdoor. "Come in, you look as though you need to rest."

He seemed nice enough. He must have been in his early thirties. With dark swept-back hair and a suntan, he looked quite attractive dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. Unable to believe that I was free as he passed me a glass of orange juice, I realized that I'd better not hang around for too long. Once it was discovered that I was missing, they'd probably come searching for me. The more miles between me and the nunnery, the better.

"You look exhausted," the man said. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Jack."

"Mary," I smiled. "Yes, I am exhausted. I've walked for miles in this heat. I've torn my habit and..."

"Would you like to take a shower?"

"Yes, definitely. Thank you."

"Upstairs, first on the right. There are towels in the linen cupboard. Finish your drink and then go up."

"I will. It's very good of you."

"No problem. I'll give you a lift when you're ready. We'll find this church you're looking for."

"Actually, it's rather late now. I wouldn't mind a lift to the station."

"OK, whatever."

Finishing my drink, I climbed the stairs to the bathroom and locked the door. Desperate for a shower, I tugged my habit over my head and stepped out of my shoes. My naked body starched with dried sperm, my vulva devoid of hair... I felt dirty, violated. But it was over, I reflected as I turned the tap on and stepped into the shower. The evil pair would soon realize that I'd escaped and probably come looking for me. But where would they start? They'd no idea in which direction I'd gone. I could have turned either way as I'd run through the gates into the lane. I felt safe enough as I washed my sperm-matted blonde hair.

Emerging from the shower, I grabbed a towel and dried myself. I'd have to wear my habit, filthy and torn though it was. At least I felt clean and refreshed, ready for the long hike through the woods to a town or village as far away from the nunnery as possible. Slipping into my habit, I brushed my hair and left the bathroom. I'd have liked something to eat, but daren't ask the man as I didn't want to outstay my welcome. Deciding to try to get to the South Coast where a girlfriend from school lived, I wondered whether to ask the man to lend me some money. But, finding him in the kitchen, I couldn't pluck up the courage.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you," I replied.

"So, this church you were looking for..."

"It's too late now," I broke in. "I was supposed to have been there hours ago."

"Where would you like me to drop you off?"

"The railway station, if you would. I need to get down to the coast."

"If you don't mind my asking, where have you come from? You say that you've walked miles..."

"A friend gave me a lift to where I thought the church was. By the time I'd realized that I was in the wrong place, she'd driven off."

"You don't have a bag," he frowned. "Do you have any money?"

"Well, I..."

"Tell me the truth, Mary," he smiled. "It's pretty obvious that you're making this up as you go along."

Indicating for me to sit at the kitchen table, he filled the kettle. He seemed all right, and I wondered whether to tell him about the horrors I'd been through at the nunnery. I had wanted to get my hands on the monk and the Mother before alerting the authorities, but... sighing, I didn't know what to do. The man probably wouldn't believe such an incredible story. He might even think me mad if I told him what went on at the nunnery.

"Tea or coffee?" he asked.

"Tea, please."

"Sugar?"

"No, no."

"So, are you going to tell me the truth?"

"It's a long story," I breathed. "The nunnery... I've escaped."

"Escaped?" he frowned. "You make it sound like a prison."

"It is. Young girls are imprisoned there and... they're sold for sex. They're sexually abused and..."

"Wait a minute," he laughed, pouring the tea. "Are you talking about the local nunnery?"

"Yes, through the woods and up the lane."

"I've been to several garden fetes there. I've met the nuns and they all seem..."

"Have you met the monk?"

"No, I haven't."

"He lurks in the dungeon. That's where the young nuns are taken and sexually abused."

"I don't know what to say," he murmured, passing me a cup of tea. "Presumably, you're going to the police?"

"Yes, I am. Once I get to my friend's place on the coast, I'll contact the police."

"You drink your tea and I'll go and get my car keys. I take it that you don't have any money?"

"No, I haven't."

"All right, I'll give you enough for your train fare."

As he left the room, I sipped my tea, thanking God that I was going to be all right. I'd never felt such relief. It would be long before the other girls were given their freedom, I reflected, imagining us meeting for a drink. With the monk and the Mother behind bars, we'd celebrate, have a party... but I had to get to my friend's place and contact the police before planning celebrations. Wondering where the man had got to as I finished my tea, I placed my cut in the sink and gazed out of the window at the beautiful garden. I didn't know why, but had a feeling that the man wasn't married. The cottage was nice, well looked after. Not all bachelors lived in squalor, I mused. Turning as he walked into the room, I was surprised as he passed me a twenty-pound note.

"That should be more than enough to get you to the coast," he said, clutching a bunch of keys. "OK, shall we go?"

"Right," I beamed, my stomach somersaulting. "I'm ready."

Following him out of the cottage, I climbed into his care and relaxed. I was all right now, I repeatedly told myself as he started the engine and the car moved off. The narrow lane from the cottage leading to a main road, we turned right. I'd thought that I'd never see the outside world again, never travel in a car or taste freedom. Clutching the twenty-pound note, it occurred to me that the monk and the evil woman might be waiting at the station for me. But no. They'd have no idea where I was, or where I was heading for.

"I don't know the train times," the man said. "But you shouldn't have to wait too long."

"This is very good of you," I smiled. "I'll send you the money once I..."

"Don't worry about it," he chuckled, turning off the main road. "Right, you'd better keep your head down because we're about to drive past the nunnery."

"God," I breathed, noticing the bridle path signpost.

"Sorry, but this is the way to the station."

Sliding down in my seat, I didn't even want to glimpse the main gates. Never again did I want to set eyes on the nunnery, and I couldn't wait until we were well past the evil place. Turning my thoughts to my friend, Veronica, I hoped that she'd be in when I arrived. She lived alone in a rented flat and had often invited me to stay with her. I had stayed a couple of times but my stepfather didn't like the idea and had put an end to my visits.

"OK, it's safe now," the man said.

"Thank God," I breathed, sitting upright. "How far is it to the station?"

"About three miles. Tell me more about the nunnery. What goes on there, exactly?"

"The Mother Superior and the monk buy young girls. My stepfather sold me to them."

"God," he murmured. "You wouldn't think that sort of thing happened these days."

"No, you wouldn't. They make money from the girls by selling them for sex. Men visit the nunnery and... they do all sorts of terrible things."

"How did you escape?"

"By some sheer stroke of luck, the main gates were open. I didn't hesitate to make a run for it."

"The whole thing is incredible. Sexual slavery, a brothel... right here on my doorstep. As I was saying earlier, I've been to a few garden fetes at the nunnery. I've never thought that there was anything suspicious about the place."

"When was the last fete?"

"Last summer. Thinking about it, the gates were left open the whole afternoon."

"Did you see any young girls, novice nuns?"

"There were nuns milling around, as you'd expect. I suppose some of them were young. I often see nuns in the village. They're obviously free to leave the building."

"They must be the older ones. Is this the right way?" I asked as we turned into a narrow lane.

"There are road works on Copsedown Lane."

As we turned onto another main road, I felt a little easier. It wasn't that I didn't trust the man. I just thought that... I supposed I didn't trust anyone. I'd feel a lot happier once I was on the train, I knew as we turned into yet another lane. Were we going in circles? I wondered as we pulled up in a lay-by. Why had we stopped? I was about to open the door and make a run for it when the man asked me for the phone number of my friend on the coast. Telling him the number, I thought that he might want sex as he smiled at me.

"Are you going to ring me?" I asked, deciding to have sex with him if that was the only way I could get to the station.

"Yes, I might," he replied. "Mary, may I ask you something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Have you... no, it doesn't matter."

Thinking that he'd probably wanted sex but couldn't bring himself to ask, I said nothing as he drove down the lane. I hoped that he would ring me. He was very good looking and I thought that we might be able to... my heart stopping as I realized that we were driving through the nunnery gates, I gasped. He was apologising, shaking his head and saying how sorry he was as he pulled up at the foot of the stone steps leading up to the main entrance. Leaping out of the car, I couldn't believe that he'd betrayed me as the monk and the Mother grabbed me. The monk was wearing a white coat, the sort that doctors wear. I immediately knew what had happened as I watched the man drive away, my heart sank and tears streamed down my cheeks. He must have phoned the nunnery and...

"He phoned," the Mother chuckled, confirming my suspicion. "I told him that you were insane, seeing a psychiatrist. He said that you'd been telling him that the nunnery had a dungeon where young girls were sexually abused, by a monk. It all went rather well, I thought."

"And now that you're back," the monk sniggered. "I think we'll go down to the dungeon."

As I was dragged to the chapel, I couldn't believe how stupid I'd been. I should never have told the man about the nunnery. Rambling on about a monk sexually abusing girls in the dungeon, selling their bodies for sex... no one would believe such an incredible story. I was in for more than a thrashing, I knew as I was marched through the burnt out chapel. But there was a glimmer of hope. If the man rang Veronica and told him what I'd said... Veronica didn't know where I was, she knew nothing about the nunnery. I'd not had a chance to tell anyone where I was going. When my stepfather had ordered me to pack a few clothes, I'd not known where I was going until we'd left the house.

Almost thrown down the stone steps, I was dragged into the dungeon and forced over the millstone. The monk ripped my habit off as the Mother hovered in the doorway. She was evil, I knew. She was the Devil's daughter. As the monk spanked my naked buttocks, the woman chuckled wickedly. The rough stone biting into my sensitive nipples, the soft swell of my hairless vaginal lips, I feared for my life. At least the man from the cottage knew where I was. A glimmer of hope? I found it very difficult to think positively as the monk walked to the door.

"We'll give her an hour or so to sweat," he said. "And then I'll bring the machine down here."

"You hear that, Mary?" the woman asked as I clambered off the stone. "You won't enjoy the machine, believe me."

Closing the door behind them, they locked me in. I could hear them laughing as they walked along the corridor. The machine? I pondered anxiously. Never had I felt so low as I fell to my knees and hung my head. I'd escaped, actually got away from the place and tasted freedom. Only to be returned by a man who'd thought that he was doing the best thing for me. A glimmer of hope was all I had. A glimmer at the end of a very long and dark tunnel.