Chapter Nine

 

I'd heard nothing for three days. Whether the prospective buyer was coming back to make his purchase or not, I had no idea. I'd been forced to parade around the nunnery in the nude with my hands cuffed behind my back. I'd managed to eat what little food I'd been given by lapping at the plate like a dog. Although unable to wash, I'd at least slipped down to the stream and immersed my naked body in the cool water. Strangely, I was becoming used to walking around naked. I'd heard the odd snigger from one or two of the nuns, but that didn't bother me. What did bother me was the way I'd been treated, and was still being treated.

My life at the nunnery was hell. Whenever it took the monk's fancy, he forced me to kneel before him and suck on his purple knob, drink the spunk from his cock. I'd been strapped in the chair with my face pressed through the hole in the wall. Forced to swallow the sperm from six cocks as the men queued up to mouth-fuck me, I'd not once complained. There was little point in protesting, as I'd discovered in the past. But now, I had a little freedom. It was early morning, the sun shining, the birds singing. I was sitting by the stream, wondering at my fate, when I heard a rustling sound in the bushes. Turning, I looked and waited.

"Oh, it's you," I frowned as a young man emerged from the bushes. "Please, don't run away this time."

"I wasn't going to," he smiled, eyeing my naked body as he stood towering above me.

"How do you get into the grounds? More to the point, how do you get out again?"

"I have my ways," he said, sitting beside me.

"I'm being kept a prisoner here," I whispered, praying that the Mother or the monk wouldn't discover me. "I have to..."

"A prisoner?" he murmured, noticing my wrists cuffed behind my back.

"Not just me, there are other girls. You must help us. Do you climb over the wall?"

"No, I don't."

"A tunnel? Is that it?"

"No."

"Don't play games," I snapped. "If you won't tell me how to get out of here, at least call the police. There are several of us. We're being kept here and used for sex, sold to men for..."

"You have a beautiful body," he smiled, eyeing the erect teats of my young nipples. "Very nice."

"You're not listening to me," I hissed. "I am being help prisoner here and..."

"I met one of the young nuns in the grounds a few months ago. She went on about escaping, saying that I had to help her."

"And, did you?"

"Yes, I tried. Only to find I'd been tricked. And that's what you're doing."

"This isn't a bloody trick," I returned angrily.

"I'd arranged to get her over the wall. Like a fool, I'd believed her crazy story of sexual abuse and whipping. I was there, ready with the ladders, and this monk leaped out of the undergrowth and almost grabbed me. The bloody cow had set me up."

"Why would she have done that?"

"I've been coming here for some time, nicking food from the kitchens, bits and pieces from the chapel. I nicked a painting last month. Got five hundred pounds for it. I do quite well for myself, and I'm not going to fuck things up by getting involved with..."

"I'm Mary," I smiled, deciding to change tack. "If you often come here, we'll have to meet, have a chant and... well, you know."

"Yeah, I know," he grinned, again focusing on the brown protrusions of my milk teats. "I'm David."

"Are you from the village?"

"No, no. Well, just outside the village. So, what's with the handcuffs? Do you usually walk around without any clothes on?"

"I... we often sunbathe naked," I replied, wondering how to explain the handcuffs. "This friend of mine, Elizabeth... she put the handcuffs on me for a laugh and then ran off. You just wait until I get hold of her."

"Sounds like you have fun here."

"Oh, we do."

"You're not one of the nuns, then? You were wearing a habit when I saw you by the greenhouse."

"I'm not exactly a nun," I giggled. "So, do you climb over the wall?"

"I'm not saying. Not after last time." Standing up, he smiled at me. "I'd better be going. I'd like to stay and... well, I'll see you again."

"Don't go yet," I said, my eyes wide as I looked up at his tall frame silhouetted by the morning sun. "Please, stay a little longer."

"I have to go. I'll be back tomorrow, OK?"

"What time?"

"I've already fallen into a trap once. I'll see you when I see you. Maybe tomorrow, maybe another day."

As he ran off and disappeared behind some bushes, I decided not to follow him. Once I'd gained his confidence, I'd discover how he got in and out of the grounds. When we became friends, intimate friends, I might suggest that we go for a drink somewhere. I might be able to arrange to meet him outside the grounds and... at least David had brightened to my glimmer of hope. The man in the cottage, and now David... the light at the end of the tunnel was burning a little brighter.

"Hi," Juliet smiled, walking towards me.

"Oh, hi," I murmured. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. I thought I heard talking and..."

"I was talking to myself," I broke in, thanking God that she'd not seen David. "I often talk to myself."

"It sounded like a man's voice."

"I wish," I chuckled.

"How long are you going to be in handcuffs?" she asked, sitting beside me.

"I don't know. Forever, I would imagine. Or, until the couple I spoke to at the gates do something to help us."

"There were two policemen here earlier. They..."

"When?" I breathed.

"This morning. I don't know what they wanted. They went into the Mother Superior's study."

"Why didn't you do something, say something to them?"

"Like what? I could hardly run up to them and... besides, the monk was lurking."

"You don't want to get away from here, do you?" I asked accusingly, sure that she was well in with the Mother and the evil man.

"Of course I do," she returned, frowning at me. "Whatever makes you think that?"

"I don't know. I've not seen you in the dungeon; you always seem clean and tidy..."

"What are you suggesting?"

"Nothing, Juliet. It just seems odd that... it doesn't matter."

"Tell me about the tunnel."

"I don't know where the entrance is. To be honest, I don't think there is a tunnel. I wonder what the police were doing here? Perhaps the couple I spoke to at the gate..."

"I don't know," she breathed as if disinterested. "Are you sure you weren't talking to a man?"

"Of course I'm sure," I snapped. "I'd hardly forget if I was talking to a man."

As she toyed with a blade of grass, I watched her, scrutinised her. She looked very clean, her habit had obviously been washed and ironed, and I again thought that she had become the Mother's head girl. If she was a spy, then she'd pay for her treachery, I swore as she chewed the blade of grass and gazed into the rippling waters of the stream. If she had joined forced with the evil pair, I supposed it was because she'd been frightened, wanting to save her own skin. She was undoubtedly weak in her tender years, and I could really blame her for that. Was I too forgiving?

The Mother's voice bellowed around the grounds, making me jump as she called for Juliet. The girl clambered to her feet and brushed the grass off her habit before smiling at me and walking away. She was to report to her boss, I knew as she grew smaller with distance, finally disappearing behind the bushes by the kitchen garden. David had had a narrow escape, I reflected. Had he stayed a few seconds longer... but having almost caught him the monk knew about his clandestine visits to the nunnery. Why had David arranged for the nun to escape over the perimeter walls with ladders? I wondered. Perhaps he didn't want anyone knowing about his secret route. He didn't trust me, that was certain. But I'd eventually gain his confidence, I knew.

Leaving the stream, I crossed the grounds and walked alongside the wall, wondering whether there was a tunnel. Perhaps the nun had lied to me, and there was no tunnel. I couldn't see why she'd lie, and decided to believe in a tunnel running beneath the wall. It gave me a little more hope, if nothing else. It occurred to me that I'd never followed the wall full circle. There might have been a gate or... I doubted it very much, but quickened my pace. My hands cuffed behind my back, there'd be little I could do even if there was a gate in the wall.

Approaching some brambles, I realized that I'd better be careful. Not only was my body naked, but my feet, and I didn't want to end up scratched to pieces. Walking around t brambles, I continued to follow the slight curvature of the wall. I'd eventually pass the gates and find myself back at my starting point, but I felt that the trek was worthwhile. After about ten minutes, I stopped and looked down at the grass. There was a path of bare earth leading up to a clump of bushes. I was about to slip into the bushes in the hope of finding an entrance to a tunnel when I heard someone approaching.

"Ah," the monk grinned as he rounded the clump of bushes. "What are you doing here?"

"I... I was walking," I stammered.

"Walking?" he chuckled. "I think it's about time you were fucking. It's rather handy having you walking around naked. I can fuck your pretty little cunt whenever I like. Or your sweet mouth or tight arsehole. Where would you like my cock, Mary? Up your arse?"

"No," I murmured.

"Your cunt, then?"

"I just want to be left alone."

"Of course you do. I'll tell you what. I'll remove the handcuffs for you. There's no escaping this place so I'm sure there's no need for the handcuffs."

Taking a key from the pocket of his habit, he spun me round and released the cuffs. Rubbing my wrists, I stretched my arms, sure that he'd order me to wank his cock and bring out his spunk. Placing the key and handcuffs in his pocket, he looked my naked body up and down. He was probably wondering which orifice he should fuck and fill with spunk. Either that or he was contemplating taking me down to the dungeon. I was almost beyond caring what he did to me. As long as he didn't cuff my wrists behind my back, I didn't care in which hole he pumped his spunk.

"Is that man going to buy me?" I asked, wishing I hadn't.

"I've not heard from him," the monk replied, his eyes transfixed on the hairless crack of my young pussy. "I've been thinking, Mary. You're a problem to us, a big problem. The chapel fire, your attempts to escape... I was hoping that we'd be rid of you by now. Unless you're sold, and soon, I'll have to think of another way to be free of you. I don't like prisoners. The girls here behave themselves, most of the time. They don't cause us any real problems. But you... we have to handcuff you, keep our eyes on you. I could keep you locked and chained in the dungeon, permanently. But that's not the way I like things. I like the girls to be free to walk through the grounds, go to the dining room for their meals, work in the garden... look what happened when you worked in the garden. You've been nothing but trouble since you arrived, Mary."

Watching him rubbing his chin as he again looked my naked body up and down, I wondered how he intended to deal with me. He must have known that I was walking along the wall looking for a way out. Juliet would have mentioned the tunnel, I was sure. I had to behave myself. Permanently locked in the dungeon, chained up like an animal, my chances of escaping would be nil. My glimmer of hope was still burning, and I didn't want to extinguish the flame by causing trouble.

"I'm not going to cause you any more problems," I said softly.

"Really? What's brought this about?"

"I've realized that I might as well make the most of my time here. I won't do myself any good by causing trouble."

"I'm pleased to hear it," he smiled. "Of course, I don't believe you."

"It's true," I sighed. "I'm not going to cause you any more trouble."

"Only time will tell, Mary. Only time will tell. I'll walk with you," he smiled, taking my hand.

He was up to something, I knew. Managing to retrieve my hand as we followed the wall, I was sure that he had some devious plan or other up his sleeve. Again wondering whether he lived in the nunnery or had a place the village, I decided to explore the old building. I'd not dared to venture further than my room or the bathroom, and thought it might be worth sneaking around one night. I might even find a telephone, I mused as we neared a small brick outbuilding. Of course, if I was caught roaming the nunnery in the dark of the night, I'd be thrown into the dungeon for good. Turning to the monk as he stopped by the small outbuilding, I wondered what he was going to do. Opening the door, he stepped inside. I didn't want to know what he kept in the building, and was about to back away when he called me.

"Mary," he called again. "Come here, I want to show you something."

"What?" I murmured, tentatively entering the building.

"These steel rings in the wall were used several hundred years ago to chain up thieves."

"How do you know that?" I asked, looking around the dingy building.

"I found some old diaries. Anyway, I'd better be getting back. Enjoy your walk."

Watching him leave, I frowned. There must have been a reason for him showing me the building, I reflected, noticing several lengths of rope lying on the floor. Why had he pointed out the steels rings in the wall and mentioned thieves? Wondering whether Juliet had told him that she'd thought I was talking to a man, I left the relatively cold air of the building. David was a thief. Perhaps the monk was trying to warm me about... no, my thinking was way off track. Walking around the building, I realized that it would be the ideal place to conceal a tunnel entrance.

Back inside, I looked at the wooden floor. There might have been a hatch, I thought, wishing I had something on my feet as I kicked an empty cardboard box aside. Finding nothing, I stepped outside. The wall was about ten yards from the small building, not too far for a tunnel. Again walking around the building, I finally ambled to the wall and sat on the soft grass. Perhaps the monk had merely been showing me the building. But, no. He'd removed the handcuffs. He was obviously expecting me to do something. Whatever it was, I decided not to think about it. I was tired and hungry, my brain not functioning properly. Leaning with my back against the wall, the sun warming my naked body, I closed my eyes.

Dozing, my mind drifting, I didn't know whether I'd slept or not. Finally opening my eyes, I thought I heard someone moving about, twigs cracking under foot. There was someone the other side of the wall, I was sure. Not knowing who it was, I daren't call out. Stealing across the grass, I slipped into the outbuilding and waited. If David came over the wall, I didn't want him to see me. If he emerged from some bushes, then I could be sure that he'd come through a tunnel. Peering around the door, I scanned the bushes but saw nothing. Again, twigs cracked behind the wall. Someone had managed to scale the outer perimeter wall, but who?

Mooching around the small building, I realized that there was a lot more going on at the nunnery than I'd thought. The Mother Superior knew nothing about my sucking men's cocks to orgasm with my face pressed through the hole in the wall. That was the monk's secret, his private income. Two policemen, the prospective buyer, David's clandestine visits, the schoolboys' trips to the dungeon for sex lessons... it was a wonder that the local villagers didn't suspect something.

Hearing someone outside the building, I stepped back into the shadows. With no windows and the door was almost closed, I couldn't see who was lurking outside. Was it David? I wondered. Had he climbed over the wall? If so, how did he intend to make his escape? The sound of bushes rustling, I moved to the door and peered out into the bright sunlight. Whoever it was had slipped away. Sitting on the grass, I sighed. I'd desperately wanted to see who was lurking, but daren't have shown myself. I thought about searching the ground, but there was little point. With so many bushes, I'd never find the intruder. Glancing at the wall, I shook my head despondently. There was no ladder, no means of escape.

"You're wanted," Juliet said as she walked towards me.

"Oh?" I frowned.

"The Mother Superior wants you."

"OK," I sighed, rising to my feet. "Come and take a look at this," I said, sure that she was a spy as I walked into the small building.

"What?" she asked, following me into the shadows. "The Mother wants you..."

Snatching the rope from the floor as she looked about the building, I grabbed her arms, pulling them in front of her and hurriedly binding her wrists. Before she knew what was happening, I'd tied her wrists together and slipped the end of the rope through one of the steel rings high up the wall. Juliet was slightly built, nowhere near strong enough to fend me off as I pulled on the rope, yanking her arms above her head. She spat expletives and tried to kick out at me, but I managed to secure the rope and stood back.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, looking up at the steel ring. "Why have you..."

"Shut up," I broke in. "I know your game, Juliet. You're working with the Mother Superior and the monk."

"I am not," she returned as I grabbed another length of rope and managed to secure her right ankle to a steel ring in the floor. "Mary, why are you..."

"You're a bloody spy," I hissed, grabbing her left ankle as she struggled and kicked out.

Tying the rope around her ankle, I slipped the end through another ring in the floor. There was nothing she could do as I pulled on the rope, her feet parting. She tried to dig her heel into the floor to keep her feet together, but I pulled hard on the rope, securing the end once her feet were wide apart. She was completely defenceless, her young body veiled only by her habit. I wasn't sure what I intended to do to her as she turned her head and glared at me. Abuse her? Torture the truth out of her?

"You're mad," she hissed as I ran my hand over the firm orbs of her buttocks swelling her habit.

"I intend to find out exactly what you're up to," I said, squeezing the cheeks of her young bottom.

"Please, Mary," she whimpered pathetically. "Please, let me go."

"I think we'll dispense with this," I chuckled, ripping her wimple off her head. "And this."

The thin material of her habit ripped easily. My habit had been thick, heavy material. Far too hot for the summer months, let alone the greenhouse. Juliet had obviously been allowed to wash, eat decent food and wear a summer habit. She was definitely the Mother's so-called head girl. Tearing the garment from her struggling body, I knew that I'd be severely punished once the monk got to hear of my wickedness. Was I making a fatal mistake? I wondered fearfully, gazing the white silk of the girl's panties faithfully following the contours of her firm bottom.

"Why are you allowed to wear a bra and panties?" I asked.

"We all do," she replied, turning her head and looking at me over her shoulder.

"Oh, no we don't. I'm not allowed to wear anything. A clean habit, your hair shiny... preferential treatment, that's the answer."

"What do you mean? Of course I don't get..."

"OK, tell me what's going on." Ripping her bra strap apart, I tore her panties from her trembling body and gazed at the rounded cheeks of her pert bottom. "You're head girl, aren't you?"

"Head girl?" she echoed, again looking over her shoulder. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You know very well what I'm talking about, Juliet. I don't want to hear lies," I snapped, grabbing the remnants of her panties. "I'd rather hear silence," I said, stuffing the white silk into her gasping mouth and securing the gag by tying her bra around her head. "That's better. There's nothing worse than lies."

Kneeling behind her, I parted the firm orbs of her young buttocks and gazed at her tightly-closed anal hole. Although she was very young, he had to be punished for her betrayal. I was determined to vent my anger on her, treat her the way I'd been treated. She was going to pay for all that I'd been put through. Reporting to the Mother and the monk, trying to glean information from me... she must have realized what would happen to her if her treachery was discovered. Betraying the girls, her own kind... she must have thought of the consequences.

We were safe enough in the small building, I was sure as I licked my finger. Parting her young buttocks further, exposing her anal eye, I pushed my fingertip against the brown starfish of her anus. She writhed and moaned through her nose as I drove my finger deep into the heat of her rectum, but was powerless to halt the abuse of her trembling body. Twisting my finger, massaging the slimy walls of her rectum, I kissed the unblemished flesh of her pert bottom cheeks. The delicate tissue of her tight anus stretched around my knuckle, I moved my hand back and forth, pistoning her fiery cylinder. She had a beautiful body, slim, curvaceous, but boyish in youth. My stomach somersaulting, I nibbled the rounded moons of her teenage buttocks, sinking my teeth into her taut flesh as she quivered and breathed heavily through her nose.

Did I really intend to torture her? I wondered. Or was I taking pleasure from her naked body? Slipping a second finger deep into the hot duct of her rectum, I opened her young buttocks further with my free hand. Licking between the globes of bottom, savouring the bittersweet taste of her anal gully, I felt my clitoris swell and pulsate. Breathing in the scent of her bottom, I lapped at the sensitive flesh, repeatedly running my tongue up her moist anal valley. My arousal heightening, I pushed a third finger into her tightening rectal duct, stretching her brown ring wide open as she shook and writhed.

Fervently lapping at her anal crease, I moved down and licked the brown tissue gripping my fingers. The aphrodisiacal taste driving me wild, I again breathed in the heady scent of her young anus. Desperate to tongue her rectum, I slipped my fingers out of her bottom and stretched her brown hole wide open with my thumbs. My tongue entering her hot tube, I locked my wet lips to her anal inlet and pushed my tongue deep into her rectal canal. She quivered, moaning loudly through her nose as I caressed the walls of her rectum, licking and tasting her there. Sucking hard, bringing out the beautiful taste of her rectal sheath, I felt my juices of arousal seeping between the unfurling wings of my inner love lips.

I wanted to feel her wet tongue lapping at my anus, delving into my hot arse and licking the walls of my rectum, but daren't release her young body. Would she lick my bottom if I let her loose? I wondered. Or would she go running to the Mother and the monk with her tales of sexual abuse? I was going to be in severe trouble when I eventually freed her, that was certain. I'd be dragged to the dungeon and chained like an animal, probably never to see the light of day again.

Her moans growing louder, I stretched the delicate tissue of her anus further open, dilating the entrance to her rectum, allowing my tongue better access to her inner core. She projected her firm buttocks, obviously delighting in my intimate attention, but she was going to have to be punished for her treachery. After I'd taken my pleasure from her naked body, I'd thrash the taut moons of her beautiful young bottom. Had the monk spermed up her sweet arse? I pondered, my tongue darting in and out of her anal portal. Perhaps I'd give her a good arse fisting in way of punishment for her crime.

I was in two minds as whether to remove her gag or not. I wanted to hear her gasps of pleasure, her low moans of lesbian lust. But, no. She might scream out for help, bring the monk running to her rescue. Withdrawing my tongue, I slipped three fingers into her well-salivated bottom-hole and groped between the swell of her vaginal lips with my free hand. She was wet, her juices of desire streaming from her gaping love hole as my finger slipped deep into her drenched cunt. Pistoning both holes, the squelching sound of lesbian sex echoing around the small building, I was thirsty for her sex juice. I'd drink from her little pussy later, I decided, forcing another three fingers into the burning sheath of her vagina as I finger-fucked her tight arse.

Trying to force my fist into her young cunt, I pushed and twisted my fingers until the pink flesh of her inner lips stretched tautly around my hand. She was very wet, her lubricious juices lubricating my fist as I pushed further into her bloating cavity. She trembled, her naked body writhing as I forced my fist past her fleshy vaginal lips. Moaning through her nose, she jumped as my fist suddenly sank deep into her hot cunt, her inner flesh enveloping my hand like a velvet glove.

I could feel my clenched fist pressing against my fingers through the thin membranes dividing her rectum and vagina. Hoping that we should tear open, I twisted my fist, squelching her copious vaginal juices as I thrust three fingers in and out of her fiery rectum. Hungry for her anus again, I slipped my fingers out of her tight rectal tube and licked her gaping hole, tasting her there as she swayed on her sagging legs. Pushing my tongue into her stretched anal channel, licking deep inside her hot arse, I mouthed and sucked, delighting in my lewd act of lesbian crudity.

But the obscene lesbian act wasn't enough. I wanted to defile her in the extreme, sexually abuse her young body, commit the most vulgar act imaginable. Was I becoming as bad as the monk? I reflected, yanking my fist out of her juice-drenched cunt. Standing, I looked around the building for something to thrash her with. Recalling the branch of a bush lashing my naked body, I slipped out of the building. It was like a different world outside. The sun shining, birds soaring in the blue sky... but my domain was in the building. Breaking a branch off a nearby bush, I returned to the torture chamber. Gloomy, dim, eerie...

Standing behind Juliet as she turned her head and gazed wide-eyed at the branch, I let out a wicked laugh. She was young, so young, I thought, running the rough leaves over the pert globes of her tensed buttocks. She should never have been at the nunnery. Her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders, the firm mounds of her beautiful breasts, I eyed her slim body. She shouldn't be thrashed, I reflected, running the branch up and down the slight curvature of her spine. Too young to be imprisoned in the house of sin, too young to be whipped and... but she'd betrayed her own kind.

Her tethered body jolting as I brought the branch down over the rise of her naked buttocks, she moaned loudly through her nose. "Traitor," I breathed, lashing the unblemished skin covering her quivering bottom cheeks. "You're a bloody traitor." Her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, she convulsed wildly each time I flailed the crimsoning flesh of her naked buttocks. The sound of the branch swishing through the air sent tremors of sex through my womb. Again and again I raised the branch above my head and brought it down with force, lashing her beautifully rounded bottom as she shook violently.

Dropping the branch, I fell to my knees and parted her burning buttocks. I wanted to taste her again, lick her anus, push my tongue deep into her rectum, suck out the flavour of her sweet bottom. I'd resume my thrashing after I'd tongue-fucked her bottom, I decided, groping between the fleshy rise of her vaginal lips and driving four fingers into her drenched sex duct. I'd thrash her for her treachery; lash her anal orbs until she flooded her inner thighs with a cocktail of girl-juice and urine. Then I'd lap up the blend of her cunt fluids, drink from the sheath of her young pussy and suck her clitoris to orgasm.

My wet lips locked to her anal tissue, I repeatedly sucked hard, the taste of her inner core sending quivers through my young womb. Slurping at her rectal hole, finger-fucking the sex-juiced cavern of her inflamed pussy, I was sure that I could sink no deeper into the sea of corruption. My mind bombarded with debased thoughts, my tongue aching as I drove it further into the spasming sheath of her rectum, I felt my clitoris pulsate in the beginnings of an orgasm. Reaching between my thighs with my free hand, I massaged the solid nodule of my pleasure bud, breathing heavily through my nose as I licked deep inside the quivering girl's arse.

Could I sink any further into depravity? I pondered, vibrating my solid clitoris with my fingertips. Debased sex had me in its grip, I knew as my orgasm erupted within the pulsating bud of my clitoris. Shaking violently, I sucked out the nectar of Juliet's bottom-hole, finger-fucked her tight pussy as I massaged my aching clitoris. Waves of pure sexual bliss rolling through my naked body, I pushed my tongue into the girl's anal duct, licking deep inside her arse as she quivered in the grip of her illicit pleasure.

Drifting in my sexual delirium, my juices of lust gushing from the gaping entrance to my contracting cunt, I breathed deeply through my nose as my tongue delved even further into the girl's hot rectum. Quivering uncontrollably, I massaged my clitoris faster, bringing out wave after wave of pure ecstasy. Having fisted and tongue-fucked Juliet, I'd desperately needed to come, ached for the relief of orgasm. Would she attend my crude lesbian needs if I released her? I again wondered as my climax began to subside. My fingers leaving her vaginal duct, I fell back onto the floor and lay quivering in the aftermath of my multiple orgasm. My legs twitching, my heart racing, I gasped for breath as I drifted gently down from my sexual heaven.

As I lay there looking up at Juliet's rounded buttocks, the swell of her dripping vaginal lips nestling between her parted thighs, I wondered whether I'd see David again. Did he want to fuck me? Would he like to push his swollen knob into my mouth and shoot his spunk down my throat? Sitting up, I clambered to my feet and was about to resume the naked buttock thrashing when I thought I heard a noise outside. Someone was still lurking, I knew as I peered around the doorframe and scanned the bushes.

Leaving the building, the bright sun hurting my eyes, I walked towards the bushes. Hoping that David had returned, I eased myself through the rough branched and slipped into the bushes into a small clearing. No one was there, and I began to wonder whether my imagination was playing tricks on me. About to return to thrash my victim, I froze as I heard voices. Crouching, I could see through the thick foliage, but was sure that the monk and the Mother were nearing the building. Once they discovered Juliet, I had no doubt that they'd search every inch of the grounds until they found me.

My hands trembling, my heart banging hard against my chest, I waited in fear and trepidation. I should never have captured the girl, I reflected. Having told the monk that I wasn't going to cause any more trouble, I should never have tied the girl up and thrashed her. There was real trouble ahead now, I knew. The dungeon, the whip, the millstone... I'd sealed my fate.