'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 Auda'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.
As she crouched down before the chest and surveyed its offerings, she reflected on how distant her time as a British Secret Service Agent now seemed. Hadn't she learnt at last, that chapter of her life was closed and that now all she needed to focus on was her life here at Shrevra? Her mind went back over how she was now taken on a regular basis by the novice monks to their dormitory and made to serve them.
Of course sometimes she rebelled and she knew what the result would be. Hands grasping her ankles and wrists, the men pulling her down over a bench or perhaps dragging her to the floor. It excited her, the feeling of struggling against so many pairs of hands. Knowing that she could win herself a few moments' reprieve before they overwhelmed her. Her pussy would be wet and aching with anticipation as they held her forcibly down. She would deliberately continue to writhe and twist, making them keep a ruthlessly hard grip on her perspiration soaked limbs. Her heart would be hammering from exertion and eager expectation as her thighs were drawn wider apart. She would cry out, telling them to stop, begging them to leave her alone, fully aware of what this would lead to. Always they seemed to have a ball-gag to hand. A shiny sphere of firm red rubber that filled her mouth completely. She would groan and cry out as the ball settled snugly between her widely stretched jaws and its strap was fastened at her nape. The men would look down at her baleful eyes and they would smile. She would shake her head, begging them to let her go. Her pleading excited them. Then once gagged, her muffled groaning would excite them even more.
By then, she'd be aching for what was to come and she had to fight down the urge not to thrust her arse up invitingly. When the first cock thrust into her, she was already so aroused that it would find her pussy wet with anticipation.
She stared into the chest then glanced back over her shoulder at where Vanessa hung by her arms. The gag whilst stopping her from making any coherent objection to what was done to her had left her able to cry out as each of the girls had taken their turn at punishing her. A girdle had been strapped around her loins that had two massive phalluses: stitched sheaths of leather tightly filled and each far larger than man size. The girls had eagerly inserted them into Vanessa's writhing body then fastened the girdle tightly around her hips. One of the girls had clipped weights to her nipples and another had taken a candle from the altar and dripped wax across her breasts. By now, she was in a pitiful state and Zoe felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her. Still, if she faltered, she would be courting punishment herself.
She took a long coil of fine rope from the bottom of the chest and walked slowly back to where Vanessa was held. The young blonde girl being blindfolded had no way of knowing what was about to befall her next. Well, Zoe told herself, the time had come to repay Auda's little tart for all the torment she'd inflicted upon her. And she'd never know just what Zoe had done to her!
Zoe looped the rope around one of Vanessa's luscious breasts and drew the slipknot tight. The hemp rope was waxed and slid smoothly tighter and tighter, until it drew the mound of soft flesh in at its base and the breast hung down, its heaviness accentuated. Vanessa groaned plaintively through the two rods that held her jaws wide.
Zoe drew the rope tight and began to repeatedly loop it around her victim's breast, drawing it so tight each time that Vanessa writhed madly, shaking her head and gurgling in protest through the gag. She then dealt with her other breast in similar fashion before stepping back to regard her handiwork with an air of satisfaction.
The Colonel stepped forward and regarded Vanessa with an air of satisfaction. Zoe had been the last girl to punish the new arrival and now all the girls stood together in a respectful semi-circle awaiting their next order. For a moment the only sound was that of Vanessa's strained breathing and plaintive whimpering.
'We shall leave her like that for a while to contemplate all that she has learnt,' the Colonel announced. 'Well done girls, everyone go back to your work apart from Zoe. You can come with me'
The Colonel's private quarters were located on the top floor of the main residential hall of the monastery complex. The views were stunning, his collection of Far Eastern artefacts amazing, his furnishings - a blend of western and eastern - opulent and decadent. Zoe was led into the apartment on a collar and leash by one of the younger monks. Her arms were drawn behind her back, her wrists bound with a slim cord and she could feel it cutting into her skin. She stood obediently still while the Colonel poured himself a drink and lit a cigarette. After studying the view as if seeing it for the first time, he turned and regarded her. Slowly he allowed himself to smile; something rare by his standards and Zoe felt it more disconcerting than his usual angry glare.