by Tessa Valmur
Vanessa had only been held at Karunga a couple of days when two men arrived with payment for her and she was handed over to them.
'A pleasing young thing,' Delgardo smiled ingratiatingly, rubbing his hands together, a fat wad of American hundred-dollar bills in his back pocket.
'Indeed, the Colonel always prefers English girls. She'll do nicely for him.'
Vanessa was forced to listen to this amicable chitchat whilst two of Delgardo's henchmen roped her arms tightly behind her back.
'And you say she's nineteen?'
'Yes and already well trained. She's been briefly in an Arab's possession and before that she was trained as a submissive.'
Vanessa saw Delgardo glance down at her as he spoke. She winced as a rope was drawn unfairly tight around her elbows, twisting her arms back against each other and pinning them into the small of her back. She grunted in objection but they'd already ball-gagged her and her muffled groaning went unnoticed.
'So how is the Farquerson girl settling in?' Delgardo asked.
Vanessa pricked up her ears at the mention of Zoe then swore through the gag as a rope bit into the soft flesh of her thighs. Having bound her ankles and wrists they were now immobilising her arms and legs with more ropes. Why did the bastards have to make them so tight? Vanessa struggled in protest and for her efforts was rewarded with a sharp slap across her naked rump.
'Oh, she's getting used to life at Shrevra. The Colonel is enjoying supervising her breaking in.'
'Signor Delgardo, this one's ready.'
'Good work Pepe, into the crate with her then. Give her a jab first to quieten her down.'
Vanessa was injected and lowered into a small crate. Bastards... she thought as the lid was fitted over her and she listened to them hammering it down. So, it looks like I'm going to meet up with Zoe again, I wonder whether...
Her thoughts remained unconcluded as the drug they'd administered swiftly took effect and she slumped unconscious against the side of the crate.
* * *
She woke dazed to find herself on board a plane. The crate had been opened and she had been dragged out on her stomach. She was vaguely aware of some men unfastening the ropes around her ankles and thighs then drawing her legs apart.
'English girl looks so sleepy.'
'Pretty blonde hair... you too tired to mind anything we do with you, yes?'
Vanessa tried to focus on the leering face close before her. Someone was holding her head up by grasping her hair as someone else drew her legs apart.
'You like to do this, yes? You know what we do with you?'
The man behind her nudged her thighs further apart, then his weight settled over her. His cock was thick: opening her sex with his fingers, he rammed it into her. Vanessa sighed through the ball-gag; the man holding her hair grinned.
'Quick fuck and no-one knows... you good girl... good girl.'
Vanessa had no strength in her limbs and her mind felt too dazed for her to object as the men took it in turns to use her body for their pleasure. After they finished with her, the ropes were fastened back around her legs and she was left to slide back into the welcome escape that sleep offered.
When she came to again the plane had landed somewhere and preparations were being made to unload the plane's cargo. She drifted in and out of sleep as she was transferred to a truck but remained oblivious of what happened from then until the moment the loud clatter of the truck's tailboard falling open woke her with a start.
She lifted her head weakly and gazed around her. As the dust settled from the swinging tailgate she saw three men watching her. Two were natives and the third was a European man of late middle age attired in a white suit with a coloured cravat with a wide brimmed Panama hat shielding his eyes from the fierce sun.
'Welcome to Shrevra, my child.'
He smiled benignly then gestured to the two men who jumped into the truck and clasping Vanessa by her bound arms hauled her from the vehicle.
'Signor Delgardo did not exaggerate when he described you. And so cheap! But then of course he doubtless wished to wash his hands quickly of you.'
The two natives held Vanessa as the man spoke to her. She was still wearing the bikini which the pirates had dressed her in before taking her to the slave market. Her long blonde hair was dirty and tangled and her body was covered with dust from the journey in the truck.
'Get her cleaned up then bring her to my quarters.'
Vanessa was dragged away by the arms, her heels dragging through the dusty earth. She could see the monastery was ringed by high hills lushly planted with rows of green bushes and beyond these in one direction were snow-capped mountains.
'Where the hell is this place?' she asked the girl who was diligently washing her legs with a large soapy sponge.
'Shrevra is in northern India, those are the Himalayas,' she answered, encouraging Vanessa to part her legs so she could wash up the inside of her thighs more easily.
'What's your name, where are you from then?' Vanessa asked.
'Mandy. My name's Mandy.'
'And where are you from Mandy?'
The girl looked at her for a moment, as she seemed to have to think hard about the answer to this simple question. Finally, when she replied, her tone had changed and her answer was mechanical.
'Oh, I lived in England before here, but this is my true home.'
Vanessa shook her head in disbelief and glanced across to where a monk stood sternly watching over the two girls. Although her restraints had been removed, the leather straps lying pooled on the flagstones nearby, she knew she'd have no chance of escape in her present condition. Everywhere around the monastery monks were to be seen as well as the native guards that they employed to man the heavy gates and to patrol the high stone ramparts that encircled the buildings. The more Vanessa looked around her the more she realised that the place was as much a fortress as it was a supposed spiritual retreat. What Vanessa found most alarming was the way that Mandy seemed resigned to her life here.
'I have to wash you properly so this has to come off,' Mandy announced, fingering the black bikini thong that Vanessa wore.
'Oh, sure...'
Vanessa lifted her bum up, taking her weight on her hands and allowing the other girl to pull the material down her legs.
'Lie back and let me wash you.'
Vanessa did as she was asked, more than happy to part her legs a little more and close her eyes so that she could focus more clearly on the pleasurable sensation created by the girl lathering between her legs and diligently washing her pussy.
'Mmm...' Vanessa pulled the straps of her halter neck bikini from her sun-tanned shoulders and loosened the bow that knotted the material under her breasts. She felt Mandy remove the garment and rub the soapy sponge over her breasts. For a few moments Vanessa was able to escape from her plight by giving herself completely to the feeling of having her breasts gently caressed and massaged. Suddenly though a loud crack broke the silence followed by Mandy letting out a cry of pain.
Standing over them was the monk who'd been guarding them. He had removed the leather belt that drew his cassock around his waist and with the buckle end grasped in his hand he'd brought the other end of the belt down across Mandy's back. She looked up at him, trembling with fear. Vanessa glared at him with unconcealed loathing. The monk stared down at them both with cold fury.
'Mandy! You dare take pleasure where it is forbidden? You know the rules: no intimate familiarity with other slave girls! Go to the whipping poles and tell Brother William what you have done!'
The man swung his attention to Vanessa as Mandy scrambled to her feet and scurried away.
'As for you, well you're new so you obviously don't know the rules. In which case you'll be spared a whipping. Think yourself lucky you're going to get off this time with just a dozen strokes of the cane!'
'Take a hike!' Vanessa swore and snatching up the soapy sponge she threw it at the man's face. As he ducked she jumped up and fled. She knew she had no cha
nce of escape but she wasn't going to meekly submit to their rules. If they wanted to punish her, they'd have to catch her first!
It took less than five minutes before Vanessa realised that she was trapped. In her bare feet she'd easily out run the first monks who chased after her. She had sprinted around the back of one building and then shot down a narrow gap between two mud huts and jumping some bins had emerged in a small courtyard. Natives and monks were now converging on her from all directions and in a panic she flung herself through a door and fled inside. The room she'd entered seemed to a meditation hall, its walls and floor were polished wood and to her dismay there was no other way out.
'I'm sorry... please...'
Vanessa backed herself into one corner as a handful of monks closed around her. She held out her arms, placing her wrists crossed against each other in a gesture of submission.
'Bind her wrists!'
Vanessa stood dripping wet and shivering, meek as a lamb as her wrists were bound with rope.
'Take her to the Hall of Redemption!'
* * *
Zoe was summoned along with the other girls and told to leave the job that she was working on immediately. Since she had just started on peeling a vast pile of potatoes she was happy to oblige, though her curiosity soon had her wondering what was so important that all the girls were receiving a peremptory summons.
She hurried as best she could in her high heels down the corridor from the kitchens, anxious not to be seen to be slow to respond to the order. It seemed a long time ago now that she had last balked at carrying out any orders for the monks and the more willing she had become to serve, the easier her life had become. She opened the door at the end of the corridor and hurried across the quadrangle to the Hall of Redemption, which was where she had been ordered to go to.
After the incident in the kitchen with Mandy and the porridge, Zoe had, after her whipping, been led by the novice monks to their quarters to show her thanks and to demonstrate how well she was learning her lessons. These were the newest monks in the commune; there were eight of them sharing a dormitory that could take up to a dozen. She was not sure if the novices were acting with the permission of the Masters but she was too wary to dare ask.
The door to the dormitory was closed and the latch on the inside of the door slid across. The eight men began to strip off their cassocks and Zoe was ordered to get down on her hands and knees. Each man took it in turns, standing before her to have her suck him until he was well aroused then he would move behind her and start screwing her while the next man took his place before her and she would start sucking him. By the time the last of the eight men had been satisfied Zoe was exhausted, her body aching. Without a word, the monks carried her back to her own room and deposited her on her bed
From then on the novices seemed to take a special interest in Zoe and she quickly learnt what they expected from her. To refuse meant the whip. To agree meant a session in their locked dormitory. She soon came to accept this new routine as a natural part of her daily life at Shrevra. The more willing she was with them the gentler they were on her and she found that devoting herself to their carnal needs really wasn't too bad. She had been so well behaved recently that for a few days she had been spared any punishment and her body almost seemed to miss the sensation of the whip against her bare skin. She had then deliberately misbehaved slightly.
Forced to lie down across a bench, her pussy ached in pleasurable anticipation of the feel of the whip against her exposed backside. She had tightened her grip on the edge of the bench and when the first blow came she'd howled with anguish. Before the whipping was over though, she had come, silently enjoying an intense orgasm without anyone so much as touching her body. Part of her reproved herself for having become like this, but she quickly stifled the self-criticism. She had worked out the best way to live at Shrevra and she'd be stupid to behave in any other way. As a subservient slave her life was far from bad, she convinced herself.
The double doors to the Hall of Redemption stood open and guarded by two monks. Half the girls were already in attendance. Large candles that flickered in the breeze from the open doors lighted the windowless, wood panelled hall. Several Masters were standing together watching a new girl being tied between two posts. Her back was to Zoe but she immediately recognised the tousled, slightly curly blonde hair that trailed down the girl's back. The victim was naked and four monks were working with ropes to bind her by the ankles and wrists so that she was held outstretched between the two posts. Zoe walked down the hall until she passed the posts and could look back and see the girl from the front. She was right; it was Vanessa.
Vanessa looked up and recognised her, she was about to speak but Zoe put her finger to her own lips indicating that she shouldn't say anything. Vanessa nodded and looked to either side of her. Her slim arms were held at full stretch, strong rope bound repeatedly around her slender wrists and drawn tautly through brass rings fixed to the poles. In a similar fashion her legs were bound.
'Gather round, girls.'
Zoe looked up at the sound of that voice. It was the Colonel. With his Masters flanking him he stood before Vanessa.
'Girls, this is your new sister, her name is Vanessa. She is a very troublesome girl. She has already committed a serious offence and if she continues in such a manner, you will all share her punishment. I think you should all therefore take a hand in disciplining her. Now, so that she will not hold any of you personally responsible for what she is about to suffer, Master Robert will blindfold her.'
One of the men stepped briskly forward, a black silk scarf already in his hand. Zoe watched as Vanessa was blindfolded.
'So, who would like to go first?' asked the Colonel.
Zoe watched as one of the girls stepped forward. The Colonel nodded his approval and one of the monks handed her a whip. The girl moved to behind where Vanessa was held spread-eagled. Swinging the whip back with all her energy she brought it lashing down across the backs of Vanessa's legs. Vanessa gave an anguished howl.
'At Shrevra you will learn to welcome the discipline of pain,' the Colonel addressed Vanessa but spoke loudly enough for everyone assembled to hear him.
The girl with the whip flicked her arm back again and Zoe glimpsed the black tail of leather flash through the air before cracking against Vanessa's back.
'Uhh!'
Vanessa jerked against the ropes that held her. Zoe could see her legs trembling. Of course she'd been whipped before but now the girl disciplining her was being merciless. Pippa, a tall redheaded Scots girl, was easily the strongest of the girls there. Her arms were slim but well muscled and she was putting all her energy into her work. Zoe could see Vanessa was sweating and shaking with nervous expectation.
Zoe watched Pippa as she brought the trailing coil of leather down across Vanessa's back again.
'Uhh! Please... stop it!' Vanessa howled.
The Scots girl flicked the whip again and the leather snapped across the back of her victim's legs.
'No more!' Vanessa cried out desperately.
Pippa stalked haughtily around her tethered victim. Again the whip leaped through the air and the hard leather bit across the bare skin of Vanessa's stomach making her jerk backwards in surprise and alarm. Zoe saw a faint red line quickly emerge where the whip had struck and she winced in sympathy for Vanessa. Pippa paused, allowing Vanessa to wonder where the pain would be next. When it came it was high over her back, the whip cutting down hard over her shoulders and making her buckle at the knees. Had she not been roped by the wrists, she'd have fallen. As she struggled to pick herself back up the whip cut across her buttocks making her jerk against the ropes and howl.
'Owwh! Stop it!'
Again the whip came down, this time against her thighs.
'Please... enough...'
Vanessa shook her head, her arms and legs jerked and twisted against the ropes that held her. She was sobbing uncontrollably and Zoe smiled, recalling how Vanessa had delighted in humiliating her. Now Aud
a's blonde plaything was on the receiving end of some rough treatment! After a half a dozen more strokes the Colonel ordered Pippa to stop and reluctantly she handed the whip back to one of the monks.
'Who next?' the Colonel asked.
The youngest of the pretty Indian girls, without a second's pause, raised her hand. The Colonel nodded his agreement and the girl dashed across to a chest that flanked the altar table. Hauling back the massive copper banded wooden lid she retrieved a gag from inside and hurried back to where Vanessa hung weakly from her arms between the two posts.
The little dark-haired girl was too short to reach behind Vanessa and gag her, so Pippa lifted her up and the young girl laughed with delight as she looked at the alarmed but helpless Vanessa, who sensed something else was about to befall her. The gag consisted of two wooden bars fastened one on top of the other to two large metals screwed rods. Between the bars there were wing-nuts and the bars were in turn fastened to a leather halter.
Zoe watched as the halter was fitted around Vanessa's head, the leather straps pressing her blonde hair against her cheeks. The halter strap buckled tightly at Vanessa's nape the girl then began twisting the wing-nuts and slowly the two wooden rods were moved apart.
Vanessa shook her head frantically in objection but the Indian girl continued twisting the wing-nuts and the wooden rods drew relentlessly apart, forcing Vanessa's jaws wider and wider.
'Uh...nuh... nuh!'
The young Indian girl jumped down from Pippa's shoulders and beamed with pride and what she'd accomplished.
'Well done,' the Colonel gave a satisfied nod, 'who would like to go next?'
Another girl promptly raised her hand.
'Go ahead,' encouraged the Colonel.
Zoe stood watching as all the girls took their turn with Vanessa. When it came to herself she wondered briefly what she should do. Vanessa had shown her little sympathy whilst she had been held Auda's prisoner, so she told herself she had no qualms about repaying the girl for some of the suffering she'd put her through. She walked calmly across to the chest and looked inside. This was a little like being back with the SES, she thought, except that now she had the chance to work on a female victim as opposed to a male one.