Chapter Ten

 

"But I found Juliet in the outbuilding," the monk said accusingly, gazing into my eyes as I stood naked before him. "She says that you tied her up, ripped her habit off and..."

"I was nowhere near the place," I returned, glancing around the dungeon. The whip lay ominously in the corner, as if relishing the idea of tasting the naked flesh of my buttocks. "After you left me, I walked to the stream and sat down," I lied. "I've been there ever since."

"And I believed that you were going to change your ways, not cause us any more trouble," he sighed. "You know what this means, don't you? You'll remain down here under lock and key for good."

"I didn't do anything to Juliet. I haven't seen her all day."

"Are you calling her a liar?" he asked, scowling at me.

"Yes, I am. She should be locked in here, not me."

Watching him leave the room and close the door, I wished that I'd stayed in hiding instead of returning to the nunnery. But they'd have found me sooner or later. Although I'd left the bushes and hidden by the stream, I couldn't have stayed there for ever. Juliet was a bitch. A bitch who deserved all that was coming to her. Once I got my hands on her... Under lock and key for good. The monk's words haunting me, I doubted that I'd ever see Juliet again. My predicament was ridiculous, I reflected, pacing the floor. I'd escaped once, only to be brought back. I'd almost been sold to a man wanting a live-in sex slave... I had to escape the house of sin. Whatever it took, I had to get out of the evil place.

"You've asked for this," the monk said, walking into the room and grabbing my arm. Leading me along the corridor, he dragged me into a room I'd never seen before. "I've just made a phone call," he murmured, wheeling what looked like a gynaecological examination trolley into the centre of the room. Ordering me to lie on my back on the trolley, shook his head. "I really thought that you meant what you said," he sighed, as I lay down. "I'm going to have to deal with you, Mary."

Bending my legs and placing my feet in leather stirrups handing from two upright poles, he gazed at the fleshy swell of my vaginal lips nestling between my parted thighs. I didn't protest as he lowered my arms and cuffed my wrists to the sides of the trolley. My fate was sealed, I knew. Fighting would be pointless. I was to remain locked in the dungeon, probably for the rest of my days. I should never have attacked Juliet. I supposed that I'd had to retaliate in some way. I couldn't ignore that fact that she'd turned against me, carry on as if nothing had happened.

"As I was saying, I've made a phone call," the monk said. "We're going to have some visitors later. In the meantime, I want to test some new devices." I said nothing as he moved to a cupboard and rummaged about. The visitors were no doubt a group of perverted men or young lads paying the evil man in return for using my naked body to lose their virginity. As he stood at the foot of the trolley and parted my swollen pussy lips, he chuckled. He really was evil, but I'd lost all hope of retaliating, turning the situation round and thrashing his buttocks with a bamboo cane, lashing his scrotum with a leather whip.

"You're one of the best girls we've ever had," he said, pushing something hard and cold deep into the sheath of my vagina. "Attractive, beautiful blonde hair, a nice tight cunt... had you knuckled down and behaved yourself you might have done well here."

"Done well?" I returned. "How could I have done well?"

"As you're probably aware, Juliet has joined forces with us. She has a nice room, clean clothes, decent food... that's what you could have had, Mary."

"And she gets her holes fucked by anyone and everyone."

"She's learning to use her body to satisfy men, and women. She realized that her cunt is sought after by those seeking sexual gratification."

"You've turned her into a whore. That's what you mean, isn't it?"

"Not a whore, Mary. She enjoyed pleasing other, pleasuring both men and women. She's using her body, her cunt, her mouth, to bring pleasure to others as well as herself."

Ignoring him as he rambled on about how happy I could have been at the nunnery, I grimaced as he forced another hard, cold object deep into my anal canal. He talked about my arse as he pulled two thin chains down from the ceiling and attached metal clips to the teats of my firm breasts. He told me how two men were going to force their huge cocks up my arse and double-fuck me there. I tried not to listen as he talked about men pissing all over me, pissing in my mouth. He was a foul and evil man, and Juliet had only betrayed herself by joining forces with him.

"This is going to hurt," he sniggered, adjusting the chains and pulling the brown teats of my breasts away from my areolae. "I mentioned that I like girls with excessively long nipples when you arrived at the nunnery. I should have continued with the nipple stretching. But there's plenty of time to lengthen your nipples. We have weeks, months, years. Have you ever had two cocks spunking up your tight arse?" My milk teats painfully stretching as he fiddled with the chains, I grimaced. "You'll experience that later. Two huge cocks forced up your arse, fucking your sweet arse and sperming deep in your bowels... have you ever had a cock pissing in your mouth?" he persisted. "I think you'll quite enjoy the experience. That's what it's all about, Mary. Experience. Juliet is doing very well, enjoying all aspects of sex. While we're waiting for our guests, I think I'll loosen your arse up."

Pulling the object out of my bottom-hole, he lifted his cassock and pressed the swollen knob of his erect penis hard against my inflamed brown ring. He started talking again as he tried to push his cock into my arse, telling me what was in store for me. Looking up at the ceiling, I tried to think of something else, block out his crude words. Picturing my mother, her smiling face, I wondered what she was thinking. She'd heard nothing from me, and was probably wondering whether I was all right. No doubt my stepfather had told her his lies, said that I'd gone abroad and was happy in some nunnery. When she discovered the truth...

"You're too dry," the monk said, walking to the cupboard. "This will help," he grinned, unscrewing the top of a jar of Vaseline. "I'll keep your tight little hole well-greased from now on. Particularly as you're going to have two cocks up your arse later." Smearing the cold jelly over the brown tissue of my anus, he drove a finger deep into my hot rectum. Massaging my inner flesh, greasing my anal tube, he slipped his finger out and lifted his cassock again. "Right, let's see if I can force my cock all the way in," he chuckled in his wickedness.

His knob slipped with ease past my defeated anal sphincter muscles, the swollen plum stretching my brown hole wide open. Moving forward, his shaft gliding into my anal sheath, he impaled me completely. Quivering as he withdrew and rammed his cockhead deep into my bowels, I wondered whether I'd be able to take two huge penises into the tight duct of my bottom. It wouldn't be possible, I was sure as his balls repeatedly smacked the rounded cheeks of my buttocks. The delicate brown tissue surrounding my once-sacrosanct anal entrance would tear.

"You've a nice arse," he breathed. "Hot and very tight." Increasing his pistoning rhythm, he let out a grunt with every thrust of his penile shaft, the trolley rocking and creaking as he fucked me in his crudity. My naked body jolting, the chains pulled on my stretched nipples, the pain permeating the firm mounds of my young breasts. I'd resigned myself to a life in the dungeon. A life of sexual debauchery, anal fucking, oral fucking, speculums, nipple clamps, whipping...

"Ah, Carole," the monk grinned, turning as a naked teenage girl entered the room. "I'm glad you could make it. This is the horny slut I mentioned on the phone."

"A nice little thing," the girl said huskily, flashing me a salacious grin.

"I thought you'd appreciate her."

"Is her arse tight?" the girl giggled.

"Very," he chuckled, ramming his glans deep into my inflamed rectal duct.

Wasting no time, the girl moved to the top of the trolley and turned a handle. She was very attractive with long auburn hair farming her pretty face. Her succulent glossed lips furling into a grin as she gazed down at me, her tongue peeping at me. Was she going to lick my pussy? I wondered, my body jolting as the monk fucked my tight arse with a vengeance. Her breasts were large, the chocolate-brown discs of her areolae topped with huge wedge-shaped nipples. I reckoned that she was in her mid-teens as she continued to turn the handle. My head reclining as the padded rest lowered, I found myself staring at her hairless vaginal lips, the gaping crack of her young pussy. The pink petals of her inner lips protruding between the rise of her outer labia, I knew that I was to lick her cunt, drink her juices of lust and suck her clitoris to orgasm.

Moving forward, she stood with her shapely thighs either side of my head, the slit of her pussy hovering ominously close to my mouth. The monk grunting, pumping his sperm deep into my spasming arse, I instinctively opened my mouth wide as the girl pressed her love lips to my full lips. Pushing my tongue out, I tasted her, lapping up her flowing vaginal cream as the monk rammed his orgasming knob into the murky depths of my inner core. The girls opened her vaginal hillocks, offering her wet inner flesh to my gobbling mouth, my darting tongue. Entering her, my tongue delving deep into the sheath of her teenage cunt, I sucked out her juices of desire, swallowing her vaginal offering as the monk willed my bowels with his spunk.

"Did she cost much?" the girl asked as the monk made his last penile thrusts into my inflamed rectum.

"A couple of grand," he gasped, stilling his huge cock with his knob embedded within my spunk-flooded bowels.

"That's pretty good," the girl murmured. "Very cheap."

"Her stepfather wanted to be rid of her," the monk said, as if he was talking about an old piece of furniture. Withdrawing his spent cock from my rectum, he moved around the trolley and stood next to the girl. "I've tried to sell her on, but no one's interested."

"She's good with her tongue. She obviously knows what to do."

"Oh, that's not a problem. It's her attitude. She causes trouble, keeps trying to escape and..."

"Thrash her," the girl laughed. "It works with most girls I've come across."

"Don't you think we've tried that?"

"Leave her to me," she murmured. "There's a pretty little thing who lives next door to me. She was sunbathing in her bikini, relaxing on the grass in her parents' garden. I saw her from my bedroom window, and decided that I wanted her. I'd lured her into my house but she wouldn't play."

"And?" the monk breathed eagerly as I swallowed the juices gushing from the girl's hot cunt.

"I put her over my knee, ripped her panties down and gave her the spanking of her young life. That was last week. She's now at my beck and call, comes running when I snap my fingers."

"This one isn't like that," the monk sighed.

"Don't you believe it. Leave her with me for half an hour and I'll have her grovelling at your feet like an obedient dog."

"OK, it's worth trying."

"In the unlikely event of a spanking not doing the trick, there are other ways."

"Well, I wish you lick," he chortled, moving to the door. "I have some guests arriving soon. I'll see you later."

The girl ground the inner flesh of her gaping vagina hard against my face as she pulled on the chains connected to my sore nipples. My breasts painfully stretched into taut cones of flesh, I tried not to cry out and she yanked on the chains, my mammary spheres bobbing up and down. She was an unknown quantity, I mused as the solid nodule of her ripe clitoris swelled beneath my snaking tongue. She seemed confident, too confident for one so young. She wouldn't break me, that was certain. I'd been thrashed by a leather whip, a bamboo cane, the branch of a bush... she wouldn't break me with her pathetic spanking.

"You're a disobedient slut," she breathed, bouncing my breasts on the ends of the chains as if they were marionettes. "I have ways of dealing with little sluts like you. The girl I mentioned next door was easy to train. Admittedly, she's only... let's just say that she's very young. It might take a little longer to train you, but I'll do it. I'm not talking about days or weeks. I'm talking about hours."

Sliding the dripping crack of her pussy off my well-juiced mouth, she walked to the end of the trolley. My head tilted back, I couldn't see what she was doing as she moved about. There was something about her, something I was unsure of. Becoming fearful of her, I wondered whether I had met my match. But there was nothing she could do to me that the monk hadn't already tried.

"We'll dispense with this," she said, yanking the solid object out of my tightening vagina. "I don't play with sex toys. I prefer to use more sophisticated, adult methods. The little girl next door soon discovered that it was best to do exactly as she was told when she was told. I have her attend my naked body whenever it takes my fancy, and that's how you'll behave soon. She comes to see me most evenings, comes to pleasure me. She's only one of many I've trained. Right, let's get started."

Adjusting the upright poles of the examination couch, she moved them apart, opening my thighs wide, exposing the gaping crack of my vagina, the deep ravine of my buttocks. Beginning to tremble as I recalled her words, I wondered what she intended to do to me. I could feel her slender fingers between the rise of my pussy lips, toying with my inner folds, poking, squeezing. I could feel something pinching my inner lips, something like metal clips. I was right, I knew as the delicate wings of my inner labia were painfully stretched apart. Moving to the cupboard, she hummed softly to herself, and I wondered whether she was insane.

"Your cunt's open wide," she said, standing at the foot of the trolley. I've clipped your lips back, exposing your pussy hole and your pretty little clitoris. I have a wooden ruler in my hand," she enlightened me, slapping my stomach with the cold ruler. "I find that this method of correction usually works. Now, are you going to behave yourself and do exactly as your owners ask?" Saying nothing, I bit my lip. "I'll ask you again," she sighed. "Are you going to behave yourself and do exactly as your owners ask?"

The ruler cracking loudly against the wet flesh within my gaping vaginal valley, my naked body convulsing wildly, I let out a scream. Again, the wooden ruler landed on my wet pussy flesh, painfully smacking my retreating clitoris. She was evil, the Devil's daughter, I knew as she chuckled wickedly. The ruler smacking my stinging sex flesh for the third time, sending agonising shockwaves through my pelvis, I knew that I'd met my match. There was no way I could endure the evil girl's gruelling punishment.

"So," she breathed, pushing the end of the ruler hard against my exposed anus. "How do you like my methods?"

"I don't," I whimpered, my eyes squeezed shut as I waited for the next slap.

"Holding the ruler at one end and bending the other end back and then releasing it, I can achieve a pretty hard slap with little or no effort. I could stand here all day and slap your open pussy. But I haven't got all day. Do you like me?"

"No, I don't," I returned.

"Oh, dear," she sighed, the ruler cracking loudly across my sensitive inner flesh. "I'll ask you again. Do you like me?"

"Yes," I murmured.

"There was a girl at school who didn't like me. She used to taunt me, push me over as I walked home. I bumped into her in the park one afternoon after school. She was alone, but that didn't stop her from pushing me to the ground and kicking me. I got up and ran into the woods, hoping that she'd follow me. She chased after me, catching up with me in the trees. She was sorry that she'd ever met me after that day."

"Why?" I murmured. "What did you do to her?"

"She pushed me to the ground and then leaped on top of me. I rolled her over and ripped all her clothes off. Her school blouse, shredded. Her skirt, ripped to pieces. Her panties and bra torn from her trembling body. I threw her shoes and socks into the bushes and sat on her stomach. You should have seen the look in here eyes as I reached behind me and shoved my fingers into her pretty cunny. I pinched her nipples, pulling them until she whimpered. Standing up, I slipped my panties down. She didn't run. Naked and with her clothes in shreds, she couldn't run. I knelt over her face and opened my cunt lips. She licked and sucked my clitoris until I came, my cream flooding her pretty face. Do you know what I did to make sure that she met me in the woods again? I rolled her over and thrashed her naked buttocks with a stick. She screamed, tried to fight me off, but I thrashed her until she agreed to become my sex slave."

As she ran the ruler up and down the gaping crack of my pussy, I realized that my heart was racing, my palms sweating. I couldn't believe that I was terrified of her. It wasn't just the ruler; there was something else about her. She was evil, delighting in torturing her young victims. God only knew how old her neighbour was, her little sex slave. Pushing the ruler deep into my vaginal canal, prodding my cervix, she let out a wicked chuckle.

"There was something else I had to do to her to make her one-hundred percent obedient, but I don't think you want to know about that," the girl sniggered. "Do you promise to honour and obey your owners at all times?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, having nothing to lose.

"It's easy enough to say yes," she said. "But do you mean it?"

"Yes, I do."

"The girl at school thought that, by agreeing, I'd leave her alone. She thought that, once I'd set her free, she'd be rid of me if she kept out of my way. I had to ensure that she'd do exactly as she was told, when she was told. If I ordered her to meet me in the woods and lick my cunt, I had to be sure that she'd turn up. I don't want to have to put you through... I know, I'll test you. Have a little piss for me. I want to watch your piss coming out."

I couldn't do it, I knew. Humiliated, embarrassed, I just couldn't do it. She was weird, psycho, and I was more fearful of her than ever. There'd be nothing she wouldn't enjoy doing to my tethered body. The slap of the wooden ruler across my exposed vaginal flesh, I jumped and again cried out in agony. Squeezing my muscles, desperately trying to eject a small amount of urine, I yelped as the ruler slapped the sensitive tip of my tender clitoris.

"I'm looking at your urethral opening," she said. "And nothing's happening. I'll continue to slap your cunny until you do as you're told."

"I... I can't," I whimpered, squeezing my muscles again.

"Of course you can. The girl next door can do it, so there are no excuses. She does it every evening for me, squats over my face and bathes me every evening. I'll be patient with you. You have two minutes to do as you're told."

I'd thought that the monk was bad, but this girl was worse. She meant what she'd said, I knew as I heard her slapping the palm of her hand with the ruler. She walked around the trolley, mumbling to herself, slapping her hand. Slap, slap, slap... slow, monotonous, terrifying. She was going to slap me again, and again. Trying to comply with her vulgar request as she pulled on my nipple chains, I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could. I felt a trickle of hot liquid running down between my buttocks, golden liquid, urine.

I felt disgusted with myself. Debased, humiliated, degraded... as she stood with her gaping pussy by my face, I knew what her game was. She was making me wait, sweat. This was a psychological game, I knew as she again slapped the palm of her hand with the ruler. Standing with her thighs either side of my head, she rocked her hips, massaging the inner fold of her young cunt against my full lips. I breathed in the scent of her teenage pussy, my tongue slipping between my lips and tasting her juices of lesbian arousal.

The outer lips of her vulva were warm, soft against my face. Sucking and nibbling on the petals of her inner labia, licking the pink cone of flesh surrounding the entrance to her hot love sheath, I breathed deeply in my arousal. Hoping that my tonguing would please her, thinking that she might not spank my inner pussy flesh if I made her happy, I realized that I was becoming beholden to her. But not for long. The time would come when I'd have my revenge, thrash the pink flesh within the gully of her young pussy, give her a taste of her own medicine. Ordering me to open my mouth wide, she pressed her naked sex flesh hard against my face, her vaginal entrance locked to my wet lips as she let out gasps of pleasure.

"Yes," she breathed, my mouth filling with hot liquid. I couldn't escape the enforced coupling as she gripped my head, the hot liquid gushing into my mouth, overflowing and streaming down my face, wetting my blonde hair. A little of the hot fluid running down my throat, I swallowed hard. She tasted... bitter? Sour? Sweet? As she drained her bladder, my face flooding, I felt my inflamed clitoris swell and pulsate. Never had I thought that I'd find immense pleasure and arousal from such a debased act. Never had I dreamed that I'd be forced to commit such an act.

"There," she whispered, releasing my head and sliding the dripping valley of her vagina off my drenched face. "That was nice, wasn't it?"

"Yes," I murmured, licking my wet lips.

"And now I'd like you to do the same for me."

Kneeling on the floor at the floor of the trolley, she locked her succulent lips to the creamy-wet entrance of my pussy and gently sucked out my sex juices. Squeezing my muscles, I was sure that I couldn't comply with her wish, her demand. Breathing heavily through her nose, her hot breath warming my erect clitoris, she slipped her tongue deep into the cavern of my drenched vagina. She would become impatient, I knew as I again tried to drain my bladder. She'd use the ruler again, thrash the pink flesh within the glistening valley of my cunt. My clitoris pulsating, my vaginal muscles spasming, I closed my eyes, revelling in the intimate caress of her lapping tongue.

"God," I breathed as hot liquid gushed from my urethral opening, spurting into her mouth. I could hardly believe the vulgar act I was committing. To fill another girl's mouth with my urine... I could hear her swallowing, gulping, drinking the hot liquid from my naked body. Was she a psycho? I wondered as my bladder drained. Perhaps she was just into anything and everything sexual. The flow of urine ceasing, I wondered what she'd demand of me next as she stood up and licked her glistening lips. Standing by my side, her face streaming with urine, the liquid dripping from her chin onto the huge teats of her firm breasts, she smiled at me.

"Good girl," she said huskily. "You're doing very well."

"Carole," the monk said, appearing in the doorway. "We're having a chat in the study, if you'd like to join us?"

"Yes, of course," she replied. "I'll be back later," she said, grinning at me. "We'll have some more fun. Don't go away, will you?"

Alone in the room, I wondered what they were going to chat about. Me, more than likely, I reflected, pulling on the handcuffs securing my wrists to the trolley. There was no escaping the house of evil now, I was sure. The man in the cottage had been my only hope, but he'd done nothing. David... if he came back, he'd have no idea where I was. He'd steal food from the kitchens and then slip away unnoticed, not giving a thought for me.

To my surprise, Juliet walked into the room and smiled at me. Wearing a new habit and wimple, her face fresh, she took a key from a shelf and released the handcuffs. Removing the clamps from my sore nipples as she untied my feet and helped me off the trolley, I wondered what she was up to. Without saying a word, she took my hand and led me to the door. I didn't know whether to lash out at her or...

"Quickly," she whispered, almost dragging me along the corridor. "They're in the Mother's study. Now's our chance."

"Chance?" I echoed. "What do you mean?"

"The tunnel you mentioned," she said as we emerged from the chapel. "I've found the entrance."

"Wait a minute," I called as she raced across the grass.

Finally catching up with her, I followed her to the brick outbuilding. This was a trick, I was sure as she opened the door and stepped inside. Looking about me, I wondered whether the monk was in hiding, ready to pounce. Perhaps the girl really had found the tunnel entrance, I mused, hovering by the door. A trick or not, at least I was out of the dungeon - and well away from Carole.

"Come in here," she called.

"What's going on?" I asked joining her in the gloom of the small building. "The tunnel entrance isn't in here. I've looked."

"I have a plan, she said mysteriously."

"To drop me in the shit? Why are you helping me after the things I did to you?"

"I had to go along with the monk and the Mother, play their game, pretend to be on their side. I'm not a spy, Mary. We all want to get out of here. Once you're free, you can send help."

"OK," I murmured, still unsure of her motives.

"You'll need clothes. Stay here and I'll go and get a habit and some shoes."

"All right," I breathed.

"I'll be as quick as I can."

I didn't know what to think as she closed the door behind her. I'd already discovered the tunnel leading from the chapel basement to the bushes by the stream. If she'd discovered the entrance and believed that she'd found the way out... there was no sign of another tunnel. There again, Juliet had had the opportunity to roam the grounds. As head girl, I doubted that she'd be questioned if she was discovered lurking by the stream or walking along the wall. All I could do was hope and pray. And put my trust in her. Trust? It was very odd that, after my sexually abusing her, thrashing her, she should be trying to help me.

Waiting in the semidarkness, I half expected the monk to burst in and accuse me of trying to escape yet again. Beginning to feel despondent, I sighed. I wasn't so much depressed as annoyed. Annoyed with myself for not having escaped before. There were only two brick walls between me and freedom. It seemed crazy that I'd been roaming the grounds and hadn't found a way to scale the walls. People had been coming and going, the schoolboys, the prospective buyer... the gates must have been opened several times. Had I waited in the bushes...

Deciding to go and wash in the stream, I left the outbuilding and stole through the grounds. It was best not to trust Juliet. Why should she try to help me escape after all I'd done to her? Obviously, she wanted to get out of the place, but why send me for help? Why not slip through the tunnel herself and find freedom? Gazing into the rippling water, the sun warming my naked body, I recalled losing my virginity to my one and only boyfriend. We'd been on a river bank, relaxing beneath the summer sun. He'd lifted my skirt, stroked my inner thighs, induced my love juices to flow. When he'd driven his solid penis into my vagina, I'd thought of my doll, her plastic arm massaging the inner flesh of my young pussy.

"What are you doing here?" Juliet asked as she joined me.

"Nothing," I sighed. "Just thinking."

"I've been looking everywhere for you. I couldn't get hold of any clothes."

"Oh."

"Do you want to get out of here or not?"

"Of course I do."

"Come on, then. Before someone sees us."

"Tell me how I'm going to get out."

"Through the tunnel."

"Where is it?"

"Before you go running off to find it, you have to realize that..."

"Where is it?" I asked angrily. "I've had enough of this, Juliet. Tell me where the tunnel is."

"All right. The entrance is behind the brick hut. There's a drain cover. It's..."

Wasting no time, I sprinted back to the building. Praying that Juliet hadn't planned some horrendous trick, I looked about me as I reached the hut. There was no one around, not a whisper. The girl was right. Behind the building, there was a drain cover. Almost hidden by grass, I wasn't surprised that I'd not noticed it before. My hands trembling, I managed to lift the cover and peer into the darkness. It didn't look too inviting, but I climbed half way down the steel ladder fixed to the wall and pulled the cover back into place. Unable to see a thing as I reached the bottom of the ladder and found myself standing in a few inches of water, I became fearful. There were probably rats roaming, or snakes or... wishing I had some clothes, I hoped that the other end of the tunnel wasn't too far as I felt my way along the slimy walls.

Although frightened and gripped by claustrophobia, the water becoming deeper as I felt my way through the pitch black, I was determined to escape. This was the best chance I'd had yet, and I wasn't going to let the thoughts of rats put me off. The monk must have known about the tunnel, I reflected as I splashed through the cold water. The nun I'd met by the gates had mentioned a tunnel, Juliet knew about it, so... had the monk known, he'd have sealed the drain cover.

After wading through the deepening water for some fifty yards or more, I noticed a shaft of light ahead. I must have travelled beneath the perimeter walls, and probably to the far side of the lane. Wherever I emerged, I'd be out of the nunnery grounds, and that was all that mattered. Wishing that Juliet had come with me as I reached another ladder, I looked up. The light was coming in through wooden slats above me. I'd done it, I knew as I climbed to the top and pushed the slats to one side. I'd escaped from the nunnery at long last. And, this time, there was no way I was going to be taken back.

Finding myself in what appeared to be a large wooden hut, I reckoned that I'd emerged somewhere in the farm. Carefully replacing the slats, I looked around. Old farm machinery and junk strewn about the place, I was definitely standing in the middle of an barn. I'd be safe enough hiding there until dusk, I was sure. Walking to the door, I looked through the cracks in the wooden planking. I was in the farm, all right. Once dusk fell, I'd sneak out of the barn and travel by foot through the woods, getting as many miles away from the area as possible. I'd need clothes, but I was bound to find something to cover my naked body with.

Unable to believe that I'd escaped as I sat on a wooden crate, I wondered why Juliet hadn't come with me. It just didn't make sense. Unless she planned to escape later, perhaps during the night. As I happened to glance at the wooden doors, I frowned. A chain and padlock, on the inside? If someone had locked the door from the inside, then... leaping to my feet, I looked at the walls of the barn. There was no way out, except for a small door in the far corner. Becoming suspicious, I walked to the door and tried the handle. It was locked.

Beginning to panic, I was sure that I'd fallen into a trap. Dashing back to the barn doors, I spied through the wooden planking again. To my horror, there was a nun standing by a tractor some distance away. She was talking to a man, but I couldn't see his face. This was definitely some kind of elaborate trap. No doubt the monk would enter through the smaller door and grab me. Juliet had set me up, the lying little bitch. Walking to the back wall of the barn, I clawed at the wooden boards. I had to get out before the monk appeared and laughed at me, dragged me back to the dungeon and sexually tortured me. But I had to remain calm. Panicking would do me no good at all.

Finding a loose plank, I tugged at it. The wood splitting, the noise echoing around the barn, I could hardly believe my luck as it came away in my hand. Trying not to make too much noise I managed to pull off another plank, and another. Finally sipping through the gap, I ran like hell into the woods. My bare feet hurting, branches and stinging nettles swiping my naked body, I didn't look round but kept going. Swearing to make it this time, I didn't stop running until I collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Lying on the ground beneath the trees, panting for breath, I listened for sounds. There was nothing, no twigs cracking, no branches rustling. No one had followed me. I'd made it. I'd bloody well made it.

Having rested for five minutes, I walked through the woods, wondering in which direction I was going. I didn't know the area at all, and might have been heading for a busy town. Wherever the narrow path took me, I knew that I was heading away from the nunnery. Noticing some buildings through the trees ahead, I realized that they were houses. Hoping to find a washing line full of clothes, I crept up to the fence dividing the gardens from the woods. I'd done this before, I reflected. And the man in the cottage had driven me back to the nunnery. This time, I'd be extremely cautious.

Grinning as I gazed at a line full of washing, I slipped through a gate in the fence and crouched behind a shed. There didn't seem to be anyone around, but I wasn't going to take any chances. After waiting ten minutes, I dashed to the line and grabbed a turquoise dress. No one would think it odd that I had bare feet on a hot summer's day, I knew as I sprinted through the gate into the woods with my spoils. Slipping into the dress, I couldn't stop grinning. At last, I was free to walk through a town, hop on a bus... but I had no money.

Sitting on the grass with my back to a tree, I decided to rest for a while before finding the town. I'd have to get hold of some money, but how? Steal it? Closing my eyes, drifting into a deep sleep, I dreamed of selling my teenage body for sex. Become a prostitute? Why not, that's as good as what I was. There were bound to be young men in the town willing to pay me for a blowjob, for crude sex. Monsters came to me in my dreams, haunting me, terrifying me.