Church of Chains

by Sean O'Kane

  Eventually all ten of them stood round the room, helpless and silent. The fact that their arms were pulled straight up above them made their breasts jut out and several of the men took advantage of that fact to stroke and tease them. Somehow Paula wasn’t surprised when Brother Davis came over to her and began to knead and squeeze her breasts. He pulled harshly at the nipples and she let out a muffled cry.

  “They’ll look much nicer in a few minutes, believe me,” he told her. She looked into his eyes which met her terrified gaze steadily. “You’ll make a good servant of the Church.” He cupped one breast and stroked it one last time before leaving her. Her fear was such that her nipples hadn’t responded to his touch.

  There was no need for a guard once they were safely chained and gagged so the girls were left on their own. But about twenty minutes later two of the men came back. They took down the girl next to the door and led her out. Paula counted four more till it was her turn.

  She thought about how the girls in the Lounge had been tied last night, their rings pulling their sexes wide open. She was willing to bet that that wasn’t the only way the brothers could find to tie and display a girl once she was ringed.

  One by one they were taken out. Some who thought they would only have their other nipple pierced went quietly, others tried to struggle. The girl next to Paula, who had been in the Lounge put up as much of a fight as she could but was dragged away easily enough.

  Paula too tried to fight but her legs were kicked out from under her and she was simply dragged by her arms, while her feet scrabbled for purchase behind her.

  She was taken into the next room and saw the long table with its legs bolted to the floor. Her struggles redoubled until Davis stepped over. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulling her head back delivered a ringing slap which stunned her into submission. The men lifted her easily up onto the table, pushed her down onto her back and began tying her. First her arms, with her wrists still bound were pulled back over her head and strapped firmly to the wood. This made her back arch and pushed her breasts up. Next a wide leather belt mounted at its ends on the table itself was buckled tightly around her waist and finally her legs were wrenched wide apart and her ankles strapped down as well.

  One of the brothers calmly whistling between his teeth began to examine her. He ran his hands over the prominent mounds of her breasts and pulled at the nipples, stretching the pink flesh away from the tawny areola. He glanced down at her when she moaned into her gag.

  “Big tits always look good when they’re ringed,” he said, pulling the right nipple taut.

  Paula had been rolling her head from side to side in a frantic denial of what she knew was about to happen but when she felt the touch of a cold liquid she couldn’t help craning her head up to see him just finishing wiping disinfectant over her. He moved with such quiet efficiency that she hardly saw the long, almost needle-thin blade of a wickedly pointed knife suddenly appear in one hand and before she knew what was happening the point of the long blade had pushed through the tender flesh of the nipple he was holding with his other. She saw the steel pass clean through before a sharp pain made her moan again and she let her head fall back. There was a curious, cold feeling and a soft click. When she looked again, her right nipple had a gold ring right through it. He dabbed at a few spots of blood and then just as efficiently pushed the thin blade through her left nipple. Again she felt that oddly intrusive coldness as the metal of the ring followed the blade through her wounded flesh and then there was the soft click as the internal lock was sprung. Both her breasts were now pierced and he moved down to examine her crotch.

  Paula screwed her eyes tight shut. But through the throbbing at her breasts she felt him pull at her labia, opening them, spreading them and then running the knife through each of them.

  She shrieked into her gag and wrenched at the straps that tied her as she was pierced for the first time. She couldn’t move but the pain of trying to, distracted her from the much worse one at her belly. Again she writhed and screamed as the lancing pain shot through her body for the second time, and then there was that cold feeling as the metal was pushed through the wound and finally two very definite clicks as the rings were locked.

  She was released and taken, walking wide legged to avoid aggravating the pain in her loins, to yet another room. It was a long one with three wooden bars running the whole length of it. The five girls ahead of Paula were already mounted on these but she was too drained by fear and shock to struggle as she too was mounted.

  They turned her so that her back was towards the bars. The one nearest the floor passed behind her ankles and they were shackled to it, once again well apart. Then they made her lean back so that the second bar passed behind her waist. Then she was pushed even further back, so that she was staring at the ceiling and she felt the third behind her shoulders. Her wrists were released so that her arms could be pulled out, one hand nearly touching that of her neighbour, and then using the rings in the restraints, they strapped them to the bar. She was spread out and bowed painfully backwards as the third bar was set so much farther back than the lower two. The tension in her arms was terrible, her whole body seemed to throb and ache but they were just left to suffer. From time to time Paula heard the others moaning as well.

  One at a time the rest of the group joined them until all ten were mounted in a row. Even in her discomfort, Paula could appreciate what a pretty display they made. Ten naked girls, all ten sexes spread wide open, all their breasts offered up helplessly from their bent back bodies.

  There was no support for her head so as the hours passed she alternated between letting it hang down and staring up at the ceiling, with craning it painfully up so that she could squint down and see the gold gleaming where it was irrevocably embedded in her body. When all ten girls had been pierced and mounted, Father Burton came to address them.

  “Today will be a day of Contemplation,” he told them.

  Contemplation days, they were to discover, were something they would come to dread.

  “For the rest of the day you will stay here,” he smiled at the chorus of muffled groans which greeted this announcement. “You will think of the chaos of sin and wickedness in which you lived your previous lives and how you now have discipline and authority to guide your steps along the paths of righteousness. You will think of the rings which now mark you as the property of the Church of Ultimate Purification and consider how you can best serve the Church to repay it for your redemption, and how utterly you are now bound by its rules.” He paused for a moment and smiled. “At this stage of your purification you will probably harbour thoughts of rebellion and possibly even escape. Forget them. In time I promise you that you will come to thank us and you will not want to leave.”

  Paula listened in disbelief. All her thoughts about the way her body had reacted to her submission of the previous night had gone. There was only outrage at the way she had been mutilated. WPC Cheever was back. She had to get out. Somehow she had to get out. And when she did they would pay for what they had done to her.

  But the day wore on and on and no numbness came to alleviate the discomfort of their bondage. It simply got worse until Paula lost all her anger and sank under the pain which slowly but inexorably climbed up and up to become agony. All the girls cried and moaned but no relief came.

  Occasionally one of the brothers would enter and work his way down the line, turning the rings so they wouldn’t stick to the wounds, then he would leave them again and their despair deepened every time. The demands of their bodies couldn’t be entirely denied and as the hours wore on, more and more frequently Paula heard the sound of trickling liquid as one or other of them gave up the fight and let go. Even Paula herself did at last. She cried with humiliation as she did so.

  Truly they had reduced her to nothing now, she thought. No dignity, no choices, just an anonymous instrument for the pleasure of men; decorated to their taste and tortured at their whim.

  At last she came to realise that
even if by some miracle she did escape, it would do her no good. She could never again be who she had been. She would always carry the knowledge that these men had made her enjoy being raped by them, had made her bend over and be beaten without even having to hold her down. And even if she ever got rid of these rings, she would always know that she had carried them and in the privacy of her mind had harboured a secret admiration for the way the church enforced its discipline.

  There was no going back. The only reality was this agony, and the men who had inflicted it and could stop it. They had the power, they had the control.

  And before they were released, that control was demonstrated.

  Brother Davis and nine others entered. They untied the gags and then stood back. There were several minutes of gasps and cries of relief as stiff facial muscles were worked again.

  “You will now beg us to release you,” he said.

  Without a second thought Paula joined the chorus. “Please Master! Please untie me!”

  “In a minute,” he replied smiling thinly. The men now approached them and turned the rings once more, but then they set about calmly feeling deep into each girl’s vagina. Paula couldn’t believe it as the fingers probed inside her and the heel of the hand began to stroke and rub at the clitoris.

  “Please Master!” she wailed, “let me go!”

  No hint of expression passed over the man’s face, he simply went on patiently pushing his fingers up into her, withdrawing them and then playing with her pleasure bud. Paula wept with the pain and frustration but gradually, incredibly, in the midst of the pain she felt her belly begin to feel hot and moist. At her breasts she felt the tightness and throb of her perforated nipples erecting. She knew her clitoris would be taut and full, pushing up from its hood of soft flesh, begging shamelessly for more. The man must have felt the juices begin to lubricate her because his movements became faster. Paula moaned in absolute humiliation, she was practically crucified and still her body was being made to feel excitement. But she couldn’t deny her own sensations, and to judge by the increased writhings and cries on either side of her, she wasn’t alone. Slowly, just as the pain of the long day had escalated into agony, now the enforced pleasure began to escalate into ecstasy. The man’s fingers were now sliding easily into her. It felt like his whole hand was going up and her channel was gripping it eagerly. Trying to pull him further in.

  With a cry of despair Paula submitted to the madness of being taken to an orgasm at exactly the same time as she was suffering the worst pain she had ever endured. Her stomach spasmed and her hips bucked to meet the relentless probing of the hand deep in her sex; she let her head fall back and her body take her over completely. She was beyond thought, her sex lips quivered and spasmed in their turn, ripples ran through her belly again and there was a voice shouting hoarsely. “Yes! For God’s sake go on! Yes!” It was hers.

  Despite its almost impossible position her body arched even further and she shook in every limb as a blinding storm of sensual overload sent her into frantic spasms for one more devastating time. And then it was over. The man’s hand withdrew and left her lips quivering in the aftermath of the orgasm and her stomach muscles still knotting. Only then did he untie her.

  As each girl was freed she fell to her knees, sobbing and gasping, confused and dazed. Slowly they began to massage feeling back into cramped limbs as the aftershocks died away. The astonishment of the orgasm and the pleasure of release was so great that even their rings were forgotten.

  Brother Davis spoke again. “Today the Church of Ultimate Purification has taught you that those who God put in mastery over you have the absolute authority to bestow pain or pleasure on you. We will bestow or inflict whichever pleases us, and whichever will best train you. You have also learned that the worst thing that can happen to you is for your masters to leave you.”

  “Yes Master!” came an immediate and fervent chorus, as ten memories recalled the long horrors of the day.

  Paula realised that in her exhausted state there was only one emotion now; gratitude that the men on whom they depended so completely had come back for them. Yes, let it be pain or pleasure Master but don’t leave me again.

  Brother Davis surveyed the floor under the bars. “You will be taken for your evening meal and before you are exercised afterwards, you will return and scrub this floor clean. Do you understand?”

  Again there was an unhesitating chorus. “Yes Master!”

  At the command to stand Paula and the others climbed stiffly up and waited to be chained again. She was so grateful to be free of the bars that the prospect of a chain, even one running between her legs didn’t seem too bad. So she greeted the news that tonight they would be allowed to walk freely, with nothing but joy and further gratitude.

  In an obedient line they walked back to their dining room where Sister Lavinia waited for them.

  As the line shuffled towards her and her crop, Paula didn’t really notice how they all put so much more feeling into the words they spoke before bending over the bench. All she could think of was food, and a little pain was a small price to pay. Although her beating still made her dance up onto tiptoes and her eyes flood with tears, it seemed almost petty compared with what they had been through.

  There was still no talking allowed but for the first time the girls met each other’s eyes. They were all looking at each other’s rings and secretive glances and smiles were exchanged. They had something in common now.

  After the meal they were marched back to the room in which they had been imprisoned and set to work on hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor till their knees were red and the brother who stood over them was satisfied.

  Then they ran. And this time they ran free of chains. Paula found herself intoxicated with the sense of liberation it gave her after all the bondage. And she was aware of how her rings swung from her nipples. Between her thighs she felt the occasional tug from the rings there. But it was such a small discomfort, easily outweighed by the feeling of comradeship she got from running alongside naked girls who had been through what she had. And there was an undeniable glow in her belly when she glanced at the strong young men who wielded such total control with such careless ease.

  In their cells, when they wearily trooped back they found a small tub of cream on the tiny sinks in which they washed. They were told that they should rub the cream onto any traces of beatings at the end of each day and it would help disperse bruising. Paula rubbed it onto her bottom with complete peace of mind, smiling as she heard three more girls being sent to the Lounge. And when she lay down to have her wrists fastened to her collar and the brother leaned close down to her to padlock the chain from the wall to her neck, she breathed in the male scent of him. He turned her nipple rings once more and didn’t need to tell her to open her legs for him to do the same with her labia.

  Paula’s last thoughts before sleep were that WPC Cheever had gone for good. Today she had been changed. She was Number Three until it pleased her masters to return her name.

  Chapter 7

  Two nights later Paula was back in the Lounge.

  She was naked apart from the tiny apron and the tray chained to her wrist. She was bending down to carefully place four glasses of wine on the table for the brothers seated round it. One of them was idly working his fingers inside her while another was stroking her breasts which swayed as she bent and moved. He was running his fingers over the nipples, just catching them enough to tweak them between thumb and forefinger, then pulling playfully at the rings which hung from them. She could feel the tightness as the nipples swelled and stood out while deep in her belly she could feel the hand steadily churning her juices until her eager sex made hungry sucking noises, her hand was trembling as she tried to put the glasses down.

  “This one’s coming on well. Mind you she was a good one to start with,” one of the men said.

  “She fucks willingly enough, but Brother Davis says she isn’t so good with her mouth.”

  The attractions of
her long thighs and the unusual tightness of her hole had meant that no-one, apart from Brother Davis had gone in her mouth.

  Another of the men hailed Brother Davis across the room and asked if he knew whether she was any better with her mouth now. Paula blushed and bowed her head. She heard Davis shout back that as far as he knew no-one had tried her. The men were genuinely shocked. One of them made her kneel down and they took a long look at her mouth, admiring the generous lips.

  “We’ve got no-one on display tonight,” the one who had had his hand inside her said. “Why don’t we get one of the sisters to ginger her up a bit and then see to it?”

  There was general agreement and one of the sisters was called over. It was Lavinia.

  “Take this one into the Games Room Sister and show her what to expect if she doesn’t perform up to standard.”

  Sister Lavinia smiled grimly at Paula. “It’ll be a pleasure Brother Gibson,” she replied and told Paula to follow her. She went obediently but with her heart pounding. It was the familiar surge of fear and excitement. Whenever she thought she had seen the ultimate in how casually cruel a man could be towards a girl who was at his mercy, these men topped it with yet another breathtaking display of callousness. She had become used to her body being talked about as if it was merely an object, but now they weren’t even bothered enough to beat her themselves. And she was sure a beating was what she was in for to judge by their words.

  Sister Lavinia led her along the corridor outside the Lounge. It was lined with doors which Paula thought gave onto the brothers’ rooms, but Sister Lavinia stopped outside one of the doors, opened it and gestured Paula in.

  The room she found herself in was huge. Again it was expensively furnished and in the opposite wall was a large bay window which looked over the grounds at the front of the house. Over on her left she saw a billiard table and over on her right, with no real surprise, she saw an arrangement of bars and posts.