Chapter Five. Captured and punished
"That's not much more than a glorified air bed!" Erica exclaimed when she saw
the inflatable craft Ernie expected to cross the dyke on.
"Yeah, it will only take one of us at a time but if I paddle across with a line
and trail a line behind, you can pull it back and I can pull you across without
you having to paddle. It's quite handy for sneaking around reed beds when
there's no wind."
"If we have to make a hasty retreat, you're the one who is going to have to
swim."
Earlier they'd watched five monks board the Bosmia Castle along with some empty
crates. It sailed with the midday tide. Immediately the gates to the jetty and
the entrance to the Priory were locked. Everyone then seemed to disappear and
the area appeared deserted. Erica and Ernie decided to do a preliminary scout
while things were quiet in the early afternoon. Ernie insisted they phone Chief
before they set off. Erica had disagreed over the necessity of phoning, "We're
only going to have a quick look round and not into the house so we should be
able to talk our way back even if we get caught." It led to a bitter argument
reminiscent of their former days and was only partly resolved when Ernie grabbed
his partner and kissed her.
Stealthily they crept through the longer grass and reeds until the woods were
reached. So far all was going to plan. No sign of human life until they'd passed
through the woods and could see the house clearly. Lying under the under storey
cover they trained their binoculars on the two figures tending the flowerbeds. A
monk in traditional dress apparently was reprimanding a young lad dressed only
in a short cloth skirt and sandals. Tears flowed across the lad's cheeks as he
turned and knelt, head down, on the lawn. Through their binoculars, Ernie and
Erica could see the torment in the lad's face very clearly as he was made to
raise his arse a bit higher. From inside his cloak, the monk produced a single
tailed whip.
"Oh my God," Erica groaned quietly, "He's going to be whipped."
"Sshh, we don't want to be caught and on the receiving end of that as well,"
Ernie whispered, "We've just got to watch and get back when the coast is clear."
The monk lifted the lad's skirt to reveal his bare bottom already criss-crossed
with livid stripes. Again Erica let out a gasp. Both of them began to realise
they were getting into something that was deeper than they had imagined. While
they watched the monk raised the whip and brought it down hard across both
cheeks of the exposed arse. The scream that followed it sent chills through both
of the onlookers. Hardly had it died away before the next stroke landed. Another
line of fire crossed the unfortunate boy's bum. "Hold still boy!" The words from
the ruthless monk came clearly to the watchers, "I've not finished with you
yet!"
Two strokes later the lad collapsed which angered the monk who dragged him into
position again. After the sixth welt had decorated the tender flesh, the monk,
totally ignoring the pleas to stop, roughly examined his handiwork. Throwing the
whip to the lawn, he undid the cord to his cloak and produced a rock hard cock.
Without any preparation he forced it into the lad's arsehole and began to
vigorously fuck him. It was obviously a painful entry for the boy continued to
scream but this only served to incite the monk who continued to rape him hard
for several minutes. Even after the monk had filled the lad's bowels with semen
his ordeal wasn't over. As if trained to do so, the lad turned around, knelt in
front of the monk and took the cock that had so recently been in his arse, into
his mouth and sucked on it until the monk seemed satisfied it was clean. With a
gruff command the boy started work again.
Erica and Ernie were shocked by what they had seen. "We're going back," Erica
whispered. Ernie nodded.
"Yikes!!" Erica yelled. Then seeing what caused her to yell, "Get off Misty."
"So you thought you would trespass on our property and spy on us?" Friar Patrick
remarked coolly. "I hope you enjoyed what you just saw. Is it what you were
looking for? Or are you still maintaining you are bird watching?"
"We were curious as to this place, Friar Patrick, "But we'll go back now and not
disturb you again."
"No my dear, you came to see the place. Let me show you around. No need to hide
and spy in the undergrowth like B film detectives. Come into the house."
"That won't be necessary Sir," Ernie spoke, "We'll just make our way back."
"We promise we won't trespass again," Erica added.
"Unfortunately you won't be able to go back the way you came. Your little craft
seems to have run out of air. Perhaps the wire cut into it as you went under."
Both Ernie and Erica realised their inflatable had been sabotaged. "Now perhaps
you would actually like to see the Priory. After all it is why you're here,
isn't it?"
"No, thank you, Friar Patrick, I think we ought to be getting back?" Erica tried
to sound less concerned than she really was.
"You are coming with me." Friar Patrick's voice took on a harder tone. "This way
please." Patrick pointed the way with a whip similar to the one used by on the
boy. "Brother Henry, would you mind escorting us for a few moments please?"
Ernie looked around to see if there was an escape route but another monk was
already blocking the main path through the woods. "Perhaps I can dart around the
house and climb the gate," he thought and made a dash for it. He'd hardly gone
ten yards when Erica let out a tremendous scream. Friar Patrick had laid his
whip across her back.
"You bloody bastard, I'll sue you for that," Erica screamed at him but was
ignored.
"She'll get more if you try and run Ernie," Patrick shouted, "And you can't
escape either. You certainly wouldn't be able to scale the fence or gate before
we caught you. Hesitating a moment and looking back, Ernie saw Friar Henry now
held Erica's arms behind her back and Patrick was preparing to slice the lash
across her breasts. Reluctantly he walked back and took the sobbing Erica's hand
and followed the monk's directions into the building.
Inside, they were marched along a stone-floored corridor to a reception area
where Friar William awaited their arrival. "We meet at last," he remarked, "I'm
Friar William and I run this Priory."
"Then you are the one to tell these oafs to let us go," cut in Erica.
"I could Erica but unfortunately spies like you are not treated that way, nor
are they allowed to leave. You entered our domain illegally even though you were
warned not to. Now you must be interrogated, punished and sentenced. I believe
you saw a minor punishment earlier..."
"You don't intend to punish us like that surely? We're not your slaves. You
wouldn't whip a woman. It's inhuman treatment....." Ernie started but was cut
short when William reached for a large brass bell, which he rang vigorously for
several seconds. Almost immediately doors opened and people ran into the room.
Erica and Ernie just stared in horror as they silently lined up with their heads
bowed. Several monks entered too and stood around the room, watching.
"I think that answers your question. Take a good look, for after your
interrogation and punishment, you will become one of them." William's voice was
cold.
The pair stood speechless. In front of them stood ten girls and two boys all
wearing short skirts and sandals identical to the apparel the boy had worn
outside. All the girls were bare breasted. With one exception, they were all
young. All their bodies bore whip marks. "These are just the slaves that are not
actually working at the moment," Patrick explained.
Patrick moved behind the older woman, reached around her body and squeezed her
breasts until the bulged, forcing the stripes that crossed them to even greater
prominence. "We like to keep the tender parts of a woman really tender so they
respond quickly for our pleasure," he stated when the woman groaned in pain.
"This is slave Mary," he went on, "She too tried to snoop on our operation in
France."
"Oh my God, No!" Erica screamed, "You can't do that to us!"
"Oh but I can Erica, and more as you will soon find out. Both of you will find
out. Gone are the days when you could have a gentle fuck and be able to say no.
Now you will service us in any way we require or be thrashed until you do.
Either way we get pleasure from it."
"Oh my God, No!" Erica repeated tears streaming down her face, "Editor Evans was
right, this is a sadists cult."
"So you discovered that much before you came. You'll certainly get more
practical experience shortly." Turning to the slaves he ordered, "Lift skirts."
Almost in unison they did so. All bore whips marks across the front of their
thighs and between their legs. Even the men. Patrick took the prick one of the
boys in his hand. "Take a good look Ernie. This is what a prick looks like after
it's had a few strokes of the whip. Quite painful isn't it Martin?"
The boy grimaced and muttered, "Yes, Brother Patrick, it is."
"Turn and bend over," instructed William. Once again the group did as required.
Every one had recent stripes. On two of the girls some stripes went parallel to
their legs and disappeared between the thighs. Patrick pulled the bum cheeks of
one apart to reveal the whip had bitten into her slit. It was very swollen and
raw. "Slave Connie thought she could just lie and take a brother's cock without
doing any work. Don't you make that mistake Erica. Tell Erica what happened
after your cunt whipping Connie."
"I had to spend an hour on the bucking broncho cock, Brother Patrick," whispered
Connie. It was followed by a yell as Patrick's hand connected with her already
sore sex.
"Stand up slave and tell Erica clearly what happened. Speak loud enough for
everyone to hear." Patrick emphasised the words with another hard slap to her
cunt.
"I.. put on bucking broncho cock," Connie stammered, "It a machine train rodeo
riders. Has big cock sticking up on back. Cock put in and feet tied. Cock
couldn't leave cunt. Machine bucked me up and down on cock. Very violent Miss.
Hurt much." From the stilted language, Erica knew she was foreign and again
thought 'illegal immigrant' but that was the least of her worries now.
Ernie started to plead with his captors. Erica just sobbed. William crowed as to
how their bodies would shortly be criss-crossed with stripes at least as
painful. "It is always a pleasure to have unwilling new captives," he said, "I
do so love to see the whip mark unsullied flesh, I love to hear the screams and
begging as the whip bites and then to watch as our friends here sink their cocks
into your holes. Your arse will be raped Ernie as well as hers and of course
your mouths will be well used too."
Looking around, Ernie tried to see if there was any escape route but monks were
already positioned by the doors. Each had a whip and appeared ready to use it.
He wasn't given a chance to form a plan before William spoke. "Slaves, take this
pair to the interrogation room, strip them and string them up. Take their
clothes to the incinerator. Bring their personal effects to me" Immediately many
pairs of hands grabbed the pair and despite their struggles, they were dragged
and half-carried to another room. Minutes later the pair were naked and hanging
by their wrists, with their ankles spread well apart.
The monks filed in and sat on the three sides of the room facing the hanging
couple. The slaves knelt between the monk's parted thighs. They too faced the
pair. It was a strict rule in the priory. Slaves always have to watch when
another slave was punished. Even if they were only passing, they must stop and
watch and wait until the punishment was over before continuing. Often they had
to take a few extra strokes themselves and service the monk. This served to
reinforce any punishment they had previously received. Friar William entered,
sat behind a solid oak table and faced Ernie and Erica. "Spotlights, slave
Maureen." The slave quickly switched the appropriate lights on highlighting the
sweat that was beginning to pour from the victims' bodies and almost blinding
them as to their surroundings.
Erica was screaming. Alternately shouting obscenities and begging for release.
"Gag her for the moment," William ordered, "We'll hear her cries later but for
now I want her to hear what I have to say." Ernie tried to look around and see
if there was any possible escape however futile that might seem. All he could
see in the small amount of light reflected from him were the monks with their
robes now open and with either their hands on erect cocks or their cocks were
stuffed in a slave's mouth.
For a minute or two there was silence. Everyone waited for William to speak.
"Brothers and sister," William started, "You see before you, two journalists who
came here on the pretense of being birdwatchers in order to spy on us to get a
sordid story. Brother William did warn them not to trespass on our property but
they ignored his well-meant advice and secretly gained entrance under our wire
fence. As you all know we value our privacy greatly and we go to great lengths
to ensure no unauthorised persons enter this establishment. These two wanted to
expose what we do here for our pleasure to the whole world. They were going to
do this for a few sordid pounds. We have to ensure they will not do this again
or communicate what they have learned to the outside world. We also need to
recoup some repayment for the inconvenience we have been put to. We shall
introduce them at first hand to the pleasures and delights we take in having
them here. Our ways will no longer be a secret to them. Unfortunately for them,
they will not be able to pass them to others. Erica Cohen and Ernie Green for
trespassing on our property you will each receive twenty lashes of the whip,
well laid on to cover as much of your bodies as possible."
"Oh my God, No!" Ernie cried out. "We'll never survive that. It's barbaric. It's
.."
"Silence!" shouted William, "Gag him too. I haven't finished yet. That was only
the start of your punishment. However, you will survive it all. All of us are
experts with the whip and know how to cause the maximum amount of pain without
breaking the skin. None of the slaves you saw earlier had open wounds." Ernie
could no longer answer. "Afterwards and when our brothers and sister here have
had a pleasurable interlude with your young bodies, you will be interrogated.
You will answer our questions fully and truthfully. If we even think, you are
evading it, it will be your partner who receives the lashes. We're quite fair
with this and will question each of you in turn. Afterwards you will join the
general pool of slaves here until the ship comes in again and then we will ship
you to North Africa and sold to become slaves there. If you think your editor
will send a rescue party. Think again."
Erica was sobbing now and Ernie was fighting a losing battle to hold back his
tears. Brother William went on, "Say goodbye to your previous lives slaves. Now
you get the first taster of your future existence. I think Sister Klaudia will
take great delight in placing the lash on your body Ernie. Klaudia is from
Latvia. She was frequently punished by her stepfather and now hates all men
except when she can hear their screams. That way she feels it mitigates some of
the canings and rapes she had."
Klaudia stepped forward, whip in hand, and smiling, pushed her hood back. "It
will be a pleasure and an honour Brother William. I do like have a fresh,
unmarked canvas to paint with this deadly snake of mine. You can be sure I will
do a good job with it." For emphasis she cracked the whip loudly in the air.
"Brother Heinrik, we all know your hatred of English women after the way one
betrayed your mother to the Russians at the end of the war," Brother William
continued, "Would you care to caress our Erica with your whip?"
"A honour it vill be, Brother Villiam." Heinrik clicked the heels of his sandals
and bowed.
"Heinrik had to watch while his mother hung naked like you Erica and was
tortured by the Russians until she gave them information on the whereabouts of a
German SS general she had sheltered. It was an English woman who had informed on
his mother to the Russians." Brother William informed the others. "You may
commence the punishment, Sister and Brother. Let them suffer for invading our
domain and for our pleasure."
Klaudia shed her robe revealing a taut hard body. A tall, cold looking woman
with close-cropped hair and wearing matching black leather bra and knickers.
Gags were removed from the victims so their screams and pleas would be heard. It
was her whip that sang its song first catching Ernie across his shoulders
eliciting a loud scream which was soon accompanied by the clapping of the
onlookers. Klaudia laid three more across his back before concentrating on his
arse and the back of his thighs. No stokes crossed by each left a well defined,
vivid welt. By the thirteenth stroke, Ernie was a hysterical wreck. Never in his
life had he pretended to be a macho-man and he wasn't going to start now. The
pain was just too great. It was to get worse. Klaudia walked around to his front
and hit him twice across the front of his thighs. She paused and yelled for her
slave. "Hold his prick straight out. See if you can get him hard then grip the
knob and pull hard. If he pulls back so I hit your hand, you'll taste the whip
between your thighs." To Ernie she commented, "Yours might be bigger than most
but that just means there's room for more whip strokes."
Ernie was now pleading and crying but it was to now avail. The hard-faced bitch
in front of him was going to whip his sensitive penis whatever he said or did.
The young slave girl now had it in her mouth and was rubbing the shaft. It
hardened.
"Stand well back slave and hold tight. I want to get this whip to wrap right
around that shaft." Judging the distance nicely, Klaudia, to more applause from
the audience, did indeed wrap the whip end right around the shaft almost up to
the head. Ernie felt himself getting light headed but didn't pass out. The welt
that formed quickly encircled the girth of his prick. Three more followed until
almost the entire length was a raised blister. He fainted at the fourth but was
brought round with ammonia. The last two across his chest almost went unnoticed.
Through tear filled eyes he could see Heinrik was a little slower with his
treatment of Erica but it had been just as thorough. He'd started and the backs
of her thighs and her arse had received the bulk of the strokes but like
Klaudia's handiwork, none of the strokes had crossed each other although they
were very closely spaced. Erica's back only had the mark Brother Patrick put on
earlier.
Shedding his robe, Heinrik stood facing his victim a smile on his face and his
prick jutting forth. "Ya, engleesh girl, dis ist vaht they did ta my mama. They
her whipped and raped and den they did it again many times even ven they haf
information. Dey cut mama too wiv whip. Me not do dat. You get whip for many
years after. I whip front now so ven vi rape you feel it good."
Ernie watched helpless and still crying with his own pain, as Heinrik lashed the
whip across the front of his partner's thighs. Thereafter, in small increments
he gradually worked up her body, seemingly delighting in the excessive screams
caused by the pain he was inflicting. With five strokes to go, although Erica
had long ceased counting, Heinrik reached her breasts. "No! No! No!" Erica
screamed even though she knew it was futile. The next three strokes successively
caught the underside, the top and the nipples of her breasts. Erica fainted but
was brought round in time to see Heinrik readying himself to strike between her
legs. As the last two strokes struck along the length of her cunt and around to
her arsehole, she again passed into unconsciousness.
Heinrik didn't wait for her to come round. Immediately he rammed his prick into
the hanging girl's vagina and started pounding away. Soon a fellow brother who
inserted his prick into her arse joined him. Thus when Erica came round again
her sore body was being raped in two places at once. She could do nothing by cry
and scream with the pain.
Ernie's body didn't lack attention either. Klaudia had retired with a female
slave laving her clit but Brother Michael had inserted his cock without ceremony
into Ernie's virgin arse and was now pumping back and forth heedless of the pain
he was causing. Another Brother masturbated Ernie's cock, swollen, not from the
excitement of an erection, but from the whipping welts. Because of the pain, it
didn't rise further but the sadistic monk carried on rubbing hard.
Neither victim seemed to notice when they were taken down and laid on individual
mattresses. This, of course, was not to ease their suffering but to make it more
convenient for the Brothers especially those who wanted access to their mouths.
All their holes could now be used and they were. "A fine mess you've got
yourselves into," laughed Patrick misquoting from a Laurel and Hardy film as he
pushed his hard prick into Ernie's mouth. Soon his spunk shot to the back of
Ernie's throat but the softening prick didn't withdraw. "Drinkie's time now,"
Patrick said, "And you'd better drink it all down. You'll get used to the taste.
As a slave you will be expected to service any of the Brothers when the need
arises." Patrick's piss hit the back of Ernie's throat forcing him to choke and
swallow most of it.
As Patrick finished and finally withdrew, another Brother entered the raped
arsehole. Ernie lost count of the number of times it had been raped so far but
the stimulation of his prostate had, despite the pain, begun to stiffen his
prick too. Klaudia came over and sat on his face. "Time for you to service me,"
she stated, "Open that mouth of yours and get that tongue licking." Almost
without thinking Ern did so. At the back of his mind he wished it was Erica's
cunt he had to service in his little caravan. Klaudia though didn't allow him to
service her that way for long. "Keep your mouth open," she ordered and then let
forth a stream of her piss.
"Time's up. Everyone off," ordered Brother William, "Doc, will you see to them
and have them ready for interrogation in half an hour please. Slaves, take them
to the shower and clean the filthy pair."
Thirty minutes later, Erica and Ernie were once again hanging from the overhead
beam. The injection the doctor had given them had taken away some of the pain
but the washing had showed up the welts in all their painful coloured glory. "As
I said earlier," Brother William started, "We have a special way of getting the
information we require from you. If either of you fail to answer a question
accurately and quickly, Brother Stefan will lash your partner and now will
concentrate only on the most tender parts of your bodies."
The first few questions were routine. Names, age, work, etc, then William asked
Erica, "Does anyone know you were going to trespass on our property?" Erica,
thinking Chief might contact the police and rescue them, shook her head, no.
William sensed a slight hesitation and nodded. Brother Stefan brought the whip
down across the front of Ernie's thighs catching the end of his prick at the
same time. Ernie screamed in with the pain. The effect of the analgesic drug was
beginning to wear off. "Alright we phoned our editor and if we don't phone back
soon he'll know something is wrong."
The questioning went on for fifteen minutes during which time Ernie received
four strokes of the lash and Erica three. Both were exhausted and hanging with
more weight on their wrists than on their feet. Seeing this and believing he
probably had all the necessary information, William ordered them to be taken
down and taken to a bedroom. Shortly after the doctor arrived and gave them two
injections. Within minutes the pain began to disappear. William and Patrick
appeared and Erica noticed William had her distinctive mobile phone.
"Erica," William started, "Kneel down and suck your partner's prick until it is
nice and hard. I don't need to tell you what might happen if you refuse." To
emphasise his comment he gave her right tit a squeeze. With five stripes now
decorating each one, even the painkilling injection could not stop some pain
reaching her mind. Erica's quick mind recalled that she had sucked an unknown
number of pricks earlier and swallowed semen and piss. Sucking Ernie's would be
no hardship after that. Getting Ernie hard was more difficult. The slightest
touch to his swollen battered manhood caused him to wince but eventually the
gentle warmth of her mouth produced a semi-erection, which William deemed good
enough. Patrick went to the door a called for two slaves. Two young, bare
breasted girls entered.
"Pull his ankles beside his ears and sit on them," Patrick ordered the girls.
Dimly Ernie noticed the striped arse of the slave who sat on his right as she
lifted her short skirt to sit. Ernie wondered what was going to happen. He could
feel the moist warmth of their tender cunts as they straddled his ankles and
Erica still sucked his cock.
"Sit on the other bed Erica," William requested, "You see how vulnerable your
boyfriend's cock and balls are now." Patrick had produced the inevitable whip.
"You are going to phone your editor and tell him you have decided to want to
join the Priory and become part of our little organisation. Tell him you got in
and liked what you saw and both of you have decided the job at the newspaper was
nowhere near as exciting. You must do a good job of convincing him, otherwise
poor Ernie here is going to suffer terribly. Castration with a whip is a messy,
painful business. Do you get the message?"
Erica was horrified. "You mean you will whip his testicles until they are no
longer of any use? He will become a eunuck? Even you wouldn't be that cruel
surely?" she said.
"Eunucks are in demand in eastern harems and yes, as you can guess, it is
something I will do. I saw it done once with a cane to a younger boy who had
fucked the daughter of a political figure. They did it extremely slowly and
painfully. The boy wished he were dead long before they'd finished with him.
I'll give you five minutes to compose what you are going to say to your editor
and meanwhile you can stare at that prick which no doubt gave you some pleasure
and which if you blow this talk, could end up as a mangled bloody mess."
"Hi Boss," Erica shakingly started, "Yeah we got in Boss and got caught while
watching some of the things that went on. Well it was a case of, if you can't
beat 'em, join 'em. That's what we've decided to do. Normally Boss, only the
richest can join their organisation but they agreed to allow us to work for
them.... No, we won't be coming back. ......Yes, we are having great sex. Didn't
know what I'd been missing. Better than pushing words. Sorry, Boss. I know you
tried to give us a second chance but we feel it would always end up with Ern and
I rowing..... We may go abroad to another priory or something where it is
warmer." Erica hoped she'd controlled her shaking voice enough to convince her
chief.
"You'd better hope that worked, slave Erica because if we have to take other
measures to prevent more snoopers, you two will suffer. Now suck me hard. I
can't resist the sight of that whipped arsehole in front of me." William's prick
was already almost fully erect when he parted his robe and thrust his member at
Erica's face. She could see and smell it had been in another arse recently. Her
hesitation was terminated when her left nipple was twisted. Soon it was hard
enough to force its way into Ernie's hole. The slaves watched impassively as
their master violated the man they held.
It took William some time before he came. Meanwhile Patrick ordered Erica to
bend over the bed while he violated her arse too. He came shortly after William
and both men insisted she clean them.
"Release him slaves," William ordered, "Take the pair to the slave quarters,
find them suitable dresses and sandals and put them in the 'unavailable
section'. We'll let them heal a little before we they go on general use
tomorrow." To Ernie and Erica he went on, "From breakfast tomorrow you will be
set to work but you will also be available for any monks use and for Sister
Klaudia too. Monks may use and punish you in any way they see fit. They all
particularly keen to see all their orders are obeyed immediately. You will soon
find it better to perform any act they require first time. Refusal will only
mean you'll be forced to do it after much pain."
"I'm slave Mary," the taller of the two girls named herself as she handed them
their skirts and sandals. "You only wear these when not in the slaves quarters.
Don't think of escaping. The consequences are too terrible. One girl got as far
as the fence and had ten lashes to her cunt every day for two weeks and was
raped each time. We all had to watch." She showed them the long bed where they
were to spend the night. Another pair of well-flogged slaves were already there
and were trying to apply salve to each other. "You should use the salve too,"
slave Mary told them, "There is plenty of it and it does work. Much of the
swelling will go by morning."
Even with the salve, the pain hardly seemed bearable but late in the evening
Brother Doctor as he was called, came and gave them another pain killing
injection but still it took the pair a long while before sleep came. Many times
it seems, they were awakened from dozing by other slaves returning late after
having serviced the monks. Most of them had to apply salve to themselves or each
other before lying painfully down to try and snatch a few hours sleep.
*****
Editor in Chief Roddy Evans knew they were in trouble immediately Erica phoned.
No one, but no one, ever called him Boss. A few of the senior journalists called
him Roddy but everyone else referred to him as Chief. Then there was the quaver
in her voice. She was trying hard to conceal it but it was obvious to him that
she and probably Ernie too, were in trouble. "Pity she didn't phone me at the
office," he muttered, "Then the call would've been recorded. Or if I had been
smart enough, I could have let the answerphone pick up the message." He phoned
Chief Superintendent Arnold Lessing who promised to look into the matter.
Two hours later he phoned back. "Sorry, not much to go on Roddy but I guess
there is something going on at the Priory. Special Branch more or less told me
to keep my nose out until we had more concrete evidence the lives or your two
reporters are in real danger. They were certainly interested in what you told me
but so far there is little evidence they are being harmed so they don't want to
move in until they are certain of what is going on inside the place. That could
take some time."
*****
Five a.m. a bell rang loudly and all the slaves started to stir. "Get up, we
have to shower and shit," slave Rita the other girl in the 'unavailable bed'
informed them, "Then it's breakfast before the monks are awake. After breakfast
you'll be assigned chores or sent to service one of the monks." The showers and
toilets were all communal but by now all the other slaves were so used to
performing their ablutions in front of each other, they accepted it as normal.
Ernie and Erica were somewhat more reluctant but urged on, they did what they
needed to do. Having dried themselves each slave took a clean skirt from the
sized piles and each clipped a small notebook to their waistband. Each had their
own book and the newcomers were given a clean one. "Your punishments, or some of
them, are recorded in the book and the monks can book your services in their
too," slave Yvonne told them, "Now we go to see Friar Tuck for breakfast. This
is the best bit of the day. Friar Tuck is one of the friendly ones and enjoys a
joke and we get good meals here with him. They feed us so our bodies can take
more punishment from the others."
Rotund Friar Tuck was already in the kitchen, bustling around and getting the
pans hot and the water boiling. "So we have two newcomers," he chortled, "Heard
about you last night. What are you called?"
"Ernie, Brother."
"Erica Friar Tuck Sir."
For a moment there was complete silence. "So slave Erica, on your first morning
you choose to mock me." The friar had a smile on his face but his words were
serious.
"No, Sir. I have no idea....."
"Perhaps you haven't but you'll soon learn. Who told you my name?"
Sensing she had been set up but was unwilling to reveal the culprit, Erica
replied, "I don't know sir, I must have just heard it."
"I suspect you heard it from slave Yvonne." The friar grinned as he saw Yvonne's
face, "For your information, I am Brother Erwin and so that you remember I am
going to impress it into your arse." Erica guessed she was in for another
whipping and half turned to see if there was any hope of escape. There was none.
"Pass me the spoon, Mary," Brother Erwin commanded.
The wooden spoon was much longer than any Erica had seen before. "It must have
been made for stirring witches cauldrons," Erica thought somewhat obscurely
seeing it was to be used on her. "Over my lap slave and if I have to get others
to hold you, they each get a turn with the spoon too." Brother Erwin opened his
robe so she would be in flesh to flesh contact with his thighs and semi hard
prick. He lifted her skirt to reveal the still well marked and sore buttocks.
"WHAP!! WHAP!!" The spoon descended once on each tender arse cheek. Erica cried
out with the pain. Ernie too flinched and took half a step forward before Mary
checked him. He knew it would be futile to interfere but the reaction was
instinctive. The movement didn't go unnoticed but the monk. "You think this is
unfair, slave Ernie?" Without waiting for a reply he went on, "Well of course it
is. Nothing is a slave's life is fair but perhaps I can make it a little fairer
for you. Sit in that chair and put slave Yvonne over your lap and paste her arse
while I do the same with your girlfriend. You'll have to use your bare hand of
course but you should still be able to make her squeal a little." Yvonne
hesitated but she too knew there was no choice. The others would hold her if she
didn't and then they would take great delight in spanking her when Ernie had
finished.
Soon the kitchen resounded to sounds of naked skin being punished and from the
cries of the recipients. Erica took two dozen before Brother Erwin put the spoon
down and bent Erica over the table. Shortly after his now fully hard cock
pounded into her cunt. "Give yours another dozen slave Ernie and then fuck her
arse. It will probably be as tight as this one's cunt."
The spanking he'd given Yvonne, aroused Ernie's prick and although had never
fucked a girl's arse, Yvonne had been used many times in that hole so he was
able to enter without too much difficulty. Even though his prick was still sore
from the whipping of the previous evening, he enjoyed the sensation. He did it
as hard as he dared to try and mitigate Erica's suffering. She was still crying
as much from the way Brother Erwin squeezed her tits as from the rape. As soon
as he finished, Erica was ordered to suck him. Yvonne did the same for Ernie but
she needed no telling. He wondered if they ever got free, would Erica do the
same for him. In the last few hours she done it to so many men it no longer
seemed to bother her overmuch. Meanwhile the rest of the slaves bustled around
getting breakfast.
For the rest of the day, Erica and Ernie were assigned kitchen duties along with
two other slaves. Brother Erwin booked Erica to spend the night with him but
apart from their style of dress and receiving a few swats with the spoon, the
day passed fairly uneventfully until after dinner that evening. Sitting in the
lounge, Brother Henry ordered Ernie to suck him hard and then thrust his prick
hard and painfully in Ernie's arse and, to the cheers of his fellow monks,
buggered him. Even when he'd shot his load he left his cock in until it was too
soft to keep in place. "Suck me hard again, slave," Ernie was ordered and
received four cuts of the whip for hesitating at the sight of the messy cock in
front of him. "Get me hard boy. I love a nice tight arse and yours certainly is
that. First I have to piss. Drink it all otherwise I might have to ask Klaudia
to attend to your prick with the whip again. I enjoyed seeing that yesterday."
Although he spilled only a few drops Henry deemed it sufficient to warrant
Klaudia's treatment. Tying his arms and ankles behind a post, Klaudia pushed a
thick pad behind his buttocks, which had the effect of thrusting his pelvis
forward. "Slave Yvonne get this wretch fully hard," she ordered, "I want to be
able to welt the full length and make it swell even more. I should be able to
get twice as many along its length this evening."
Remembering how she was spanked earlier, Yvonne sucked and used her teeth to nip
his weapon just under the corona. It didn't go unnoticed by Klaudia. "That's a
good idea slave Yvonne. Nip it hard but don't break the skin and pull back and
hold that pole of his taut while I whip it."
Yvonne suddenly caught on. The whip was going to slice down only millimetres
from her nose. "Oh No!" Yvonne blurted out.
"You two slaves!" Klaudia roared pointed to two girls who stood to one side,
"Hold her arms back. Push her tits out! I'll teach that brat to say no to me."
Too late Yvonne realised her error and started to plead but was quickly silenced
until she screamed as the whip slashed across the top of both breasts. At a
leisurely pace, Klaudia crossed both breasts with three more strokes causing the
poor girl almost to faint with the pain. "Are you booked for tonight slave?"
Klaudia asked as she cruelly kneaded the tortured globes.
"No Sister Klaudia." Yvonne's words were almost inaudible.
"Then you will service me. Now get back into position and pull on the prick with
your teeth."
Attention now focused once more on Ernie. Having witnessed the cruel mood
Klaudia was in, he had no illusions of how she would treat him but bound to the
post, he was helpless to avoid it. His half-hard prick was still sore from
yesterday and the fucking of Yvonne's bum had not made it any better, but he
knew Klaudia would not take that into consideration. Yvonne, her face ashen with
fear of what was going to happen, bared her teeth and bit unnecessarily hard on
his prick. Ernie yelled but she hadn't broken the skin and there was no blood.
Shaking, Yvonne pulled her head back and stretched the prick to its full extent.
"You half know what to expect from yesterday," Klaudia smiled evilly, "But today
I will try and get the stripes a little closer so more will fit in along the
length of your shaft." The first lash curled itself round the base of his shaft,
just clipping the front of his testicles. Ernie screamed; the audience
applauded. Yvonne tried to hold herself steady. She knew Klaudia was deadly
accurate with the whip. Even so it would only take the tiniest of movements for
her face to catch the whip and not the prick in her teeth.
Ernie's screams delighted the onlookers and they quickly revived him when he
passed out after the seventh close spaced whip mark. There was less than an inch
left. Yvonne, almost paralysed with fear, was praying she would stop. The tenth
lash did just catch the underside of her chin but it only caused her to flinch.
"Right slave, hold his prick around the base. I'll get two more around the head.
That should complete his discipline quite nicely. Then you can suck and wank him
off." Klaudia was in her element now and was playing to the audience.
"Afterwards I expect the Brothers will want to use him." Kneeling alongside
Ernie and holding his prick as close to the base as she could, Yvonne pushed the
swollen shaft as far from his body as she could and used her other hand to
steady her arm. She gave a little yelp as her elbow connected with her
tenderised tits but soon found a position that was reasonably comfortable.
Lazily it seemed the whip cracked around the prick head, first near the widest
part and then close to the end. The pain was excruciating but Ernie was given
little time to recover. "Wank him off but don't get any of his stuff on the
floor," Klaudia ordered the slave.
The merest touch of her hand on his prick was painful in the extreme, but Ernie
had to endure it being vigorously rubbed. Although swollen it wasn't hard or
erect and he knew it would take a long while before any emission. Yvonne knew
this too and used her mouth as much as possible. Even so it took twenty painful
minutes before his balls shot their load. This was not the end of his ordeal.
First Henry and then two other Brothers took him in the arse. This time he
quickly sucked their cocks afterwards. Finally as a fourth monk tried to enter
his arse, Ernie collapsed and the Brother Doctor declared he was to be taken to
the unavailable area and left alone.
Two hours later Yvonne was carried in. She had obviously not serviced Klaudia to
her liking. Soon after the doctor came and gave them both pain killing
injections.
Erica's night was far easier. Brother Erwin took her to bed and fucked her twice
before falling asleep. Because of his size, Erwin had to take her doggie fashion
and spread her legs unusually wide but that was a comparatively minor discomfort
for the way of things at the Priory.
*****
"Hi Marjorie. Roddy here. Any news of Ernie and Erica?"
"No, nothing. They didn't seem to use the van last night and haven't been to
breakfast or to shower this morning. I'm worried. Ken is too. He took the
tractor around to the Priory boundary but could see no sign of them. He did see
the remains of their little inflatable boat thing on the other side of the fence
so they did get inside." Marjorie answered the phone mid morning.
"Yes, I had a phone call last night from Erica saying they were going to join
the monks and live with them but she sounded as if forced and she called me Boss
which is a name no one uses. Ask Ken to keep a sharp eye out and let me know if
anything unusual happens."
*****
Ernie walked bow legged to the kitchen next morning. Yvonne limped painfully
behind him. "I guess you two got yourselves in trouble last night," Brother
Erwin remarked, "Let's see the damage." They all gasped at the sight of Ernie's
swollen purple coloured prick and at Yvonne's badly whipped cunt. "Sister
Klaudia?" Erwin questioned. Both nodded. "I'll have a word with Brother
William." That was all he said. None of the slaves knew quite what he meant by
the remark. However, after breakfast that morning both were ordered to William's
office. He'd heard from the other brothers about the prick whipping but Yvonne's
had been carried out in private. Carefully he examined the damaged genitals and
then dismissed them. By the next day both realised William had given orders they
were not to be touched. Often they had to show the damage to the Brothers and
both were fucked anally, no one even laid a finger on the prick or cunt.
Erica too seemed to have been given an easier passage. She was still used
sexually but her thrashings were limited to the wooden spoon and a strap.
Brother Erwin let slip on the second morning. "You two," he said referring to
Ernie and Erica, "Are not to be badly marked because you're being shipped out on
the next boat and probably sold on the Moroccan slave market." Ernie quickly
worked out the next boat was the following night.
Brother Simon booked him for the night. Simon was known to have a liking for his
booze and boys. Normally he was one of the more pleasant monks but when well
tanked up he could be mean. By the time Ernie arrived at his room, Brother Simon
had consumed a number of glasses of whiskey. "Come in slave. It's my last night
here so I'm going to make the most of you. Pour me a drink and then get your
arse up over the end of the bed." Soon he was pounding his prick in Ernie's
arse. A mobile phone rang. "Bugger!" Simon pulled out and went to a drawer and
answered the phone. It was the first Ernie had seen since being there. He'd been
told the Brothers were not supposed to bring them.
"Damn you woman," Simon spluttered, "You were told not to phone me here... My
brother died? .... I'm due back in a day so I'll call at Evadne's on the way."
Simon replaced the phone in one of his socks. Seeing it gave Ernie an idea.
Risking Simon's wrath he topped the brother's glass right up and kept filling it
at every opportunity. Simon grew aggressive and caned Ernie a couple of times
for not being able to make him hard again but finally he lay down and went to
sleep. As he lay snoring so, Ernie poured neat whiskey into his mouth. Twice the
Brother spluttered and briefly woke but Ernie persuaded him to lie down again.
Eventually, Ernie deemed he was too out of it to waken. Quickly he got the phone
and dialled the newspaper office. No one would be there but the message would be
recorded. In any case he couldn't remember Chief's home number.
"Chief, Ernie here. Listen and move quickly if you wish to see us alive. Erica
and I are in dead trouble. You have to get us out of here immediately. We've
been whipped and tortured and used a sex slaves. There are many other slaves
here too. Mainly illegals. Tomorrow night they are moving us out on the Bosmia
Castle and then we're going to be shipped to Morocco and sold in the slave
market. You have no idea the hell we've been through. Whipping, raping. You name
it they've done it to us. Get us out, please. There's one hell of a story in it.
It isn't a little crackpot religious group, it's a well heeled organisation with
big money and influential people. For all our sakes, get the police to raid this
place and release us and the others before it's too late."
"What are we going to do?" Erica cried in his arms next morning at breakfast.
"No one will ever find us. Probably we'll be sold separately."
"Get on turning those sausages. That's what you're going to do," interrupted
Brother Erwin grinning. "I can still use the spoon and make it painful for you
to sit."
A close eye was kept on them throughout the day. Not for one moment were they
able to leave the sight of one of the Brothers. For most of the time they were
kept apart. The new party arrived a little before dinner that evening. Those who
had come to the end of their stay would leave in the early hours taking Ernie
and Erica with them. At nightfall they were locked in separate cell-like rooms.
The quietness became unnerving and caused them to imagine many scenarios of what
might possibly happen. None of the possible scenarios brought any comfort.
Seemingly hours later they heard faint sounds of activity. Banging noises, which
they guessed was the supplies unloaded from the wagons being put in the
storerooms. Another hour passed and their apprehension grew. Ernie prayed that
Chief Evans would come to the rescue but now it seemed far too late. From his
earlier watching of the Bosmia Castle he knew the monks that were due to return
would soon be leaving. Erica knew it too.
Suddenly her door opened and two brothers stepped in. Without speaking they
handcuffed her wrists behind her back, taped up her mouth and left. Moments
later Ernie was similarly treated. Another hour passed before Brother Patrick
entered, bade Erica stand while he slipped a monk's cloak over her head.
"Klaudia is leaving with you so you'll know what to expect if you don't do
everything you're told. Time to say good-bye to this country." Brother William
was already outside with Ernie.
Klaudia stood by the outside door. "Any nonsense slaves and I will save your new
master the job of castrating you slave Ernie. I'll take your balls off with my
whip. I would have loved to have done that the other night. Maybe I'll get the
chance on the boat. Maybe take your girlfriend's clittie off too."
Slowly they walked along the path through the woods, across the field and up the
slope to the jetty. Vaguely they could hear two helicopters nearby but they were
too far away to notice. One hovered over the Hazelum and the other the Brent. At
a given signal, both changed course and came in low and fast towards the Priory.
One landed in front of the Priory itself and twelve armed police stormed the
building. The other discharged twelve armed marines wearing night vision
headgear on the jetty. A police patrol boat switched its searchlight on the
Bosmia Castle and warned the crew to remain where they were. Not a shot was
fired. It was all over in minutes.
*****
"Well Chief, do we keep our jobs?" Erica enquired a week later. Both had been
hospitalized for the first day and the police surgeon had photographed and
catalogued their injuries along with those on all the other slaves. They wanted
to keep Ernie in for another day at least. "Your penis is still very swollen Sir
and will heal quicker if it is not confined in underwear or trousers. The salve
needs to be applied every two hours. Better to stay in bed here with the tunnel
over your body." Ernie had refused. He wanted to be home.
"We have a story to write Doc. That can't wait. I must get home."
Erica came by already dressed. "Chief's sent a car but if you want to stay, I'll
bring my laptop and we can work on it here."
"No Erica, I'd like to get home. Lie in my own bed."
"Would I do as a nurse for you? Or would you rather have that little brunette
tend you?"
"You, of course dear. And I can tend your tender parts too."
By the end of the day, they had produced a rough draft but needed advice on some
legal aspects because of charges being brought against the 'monks'. She went to
see their editor. Ernie stayed at home. His prick didn't like rubbing on the
inside of his trousers and he decided he could put his trust in Erica now. "What
do you say Chief?" she asked again after he'd read through the copy and
decorated it with remarks and corrections.
"Oh I don't know." Chief looked grave. "I have to be certain you two will not be
at loggerheads with one another as soon as you get back." Pausing and smiling,
he went on, "Finish this off, and I'll give the pair of you a few more days sick
leave and then go off on a week's bird watching together. If you survive
harmoniously, yes, the jobs are yours."
Erica gave the Chief a hug and then winced as she remembered her tits were still
very tender.
Finis
