Then Caleb pranced back through the tunnel swinging a small canvas bag in circles above his head.
"Got it! Got it!"
"Ah good," said Father Thomas. "Lift up her skirt, Caleb, and I will get to work."
Caleb jumped up onto the rack beside Maria, leered at her, then turned quickly and lifted her black skirt. The smooth skin of her flat stomach lay stretched in its shadow and he looked underneath it and put out his stumpy tongue.
"Lift it high. I need light to work. Here, pass me the bag Caleb."
Caleb stretched out his hand and passed the canvas bag to Father Thomas. He undid it and, after rummaging around inside it, took out a razor, some shaving soap and a bristle brush, all of which he placed between Maria's outstretched legs.
"Higher Caleb!"
Maria's skirt was pulled up higher until the waistband pulled painfully at her back. Father Thomas began working the brush into the soap, it was already wet, and soon it foamed up into a mass of white bubbles. He reached forward and started painting the soap around the black hairs that curled above her cunt. He rubbed the brush hard, working it between her legs so that all her hairs were covered in froth, then he took the razor and held it above her soap covered cunt.
Maria flinched at the first touch of the blade then relaxed slightly as she felt the silky pull of the blade across her flesh. Father Thomas dragged the razor smoothly across the base of her stomach until all her pubic hair at the front was cut away and she was smooth and clean-shaved. He felt her skin with his fingertips to check that he had not missed anything. Then her worked the shiny razor carefully between her legs, sheering off every hair until her outer labia were completely exposed and surrounded only by naked skin. He pushed his hand between her legs to inspect his work, her outer labia glistened and shone, their pinkness glittered in the yellow flickering of the candles; he sat back pleased. Then he felt in the bag and drew out a large pair of shiny silver scissors. Maria saw them glint as he held them up and she drew back anxiously.
"Do not be afraid my child. This is for your benefit. Here, see how they snap. Caleb! Loosen the skirt, let it fall so that she can feel the cold metal of the blade as it strips the whorish clothing from her body."
Caleb let the dress fall. Maria felt a momentary comfort as the black material fell down and covered her. Her skin felt sensitive and cool where it had been shaved and when the material of her skirt touched it she quivered with a mixture of excitement, fear and safety. Then she heard the scissors snapping again, and the feeling of fear overtook anything else she was experiencing. She heard the clicking of the blades getting nearer to her legs, then she felt Father Thomas's hand touch the inside of her knees and the cold metal blades glance the tender skin of the insides of her thighs. She felt them contact the material of her skirt, she felt them sheer through it and sensed it falling apart under their sharpness. Then the blades came higher, she could feel them approaching her naked cunt and the skirt was slowly parted as the scissors cut it higher and higher. She felt their coldness as they sheered around her cunt and their edges touched the naked base of her stomach as they worked their way towards the waistband.
Their back edges pressed deeply into her skin as Father Thomas opened them wide enough to accommodate the extra material at the waist, then he brought them together sharply and her skirt fell aside.
Now she felt completely exposed.
But the scissors did not stop, they carried on up the front of her blouse. He clipped them on one side of the buttons and the flimsy material began to peel away. He brought them up between her neat breasts and she felt their sharp coldness in her cleavage as he snipped them to the top of the last button. They stopped snipping when the blouse fell aside and he rested them for a moment against her throat.
She began trembling with fear as she suddenly realised her predicament: lying outstretched on the rack, shaved naked with her clothing cut apart and lying at her side, totally exposed and at the mercy of Father Thomas. She shuddered as she shrunk back from Caleb's mocking taunts and stared fearfully at the manacled women hanging limply in their chains. She could hardly believe it, but she knew it was happening, and she shook all over and felt the pain in her wrists and ankles and when she pulled at them the pain intensified. She struggled and tore at her bonds, her wrists hurt terribly as she writhed her pelvis and tried to turn her body to hide her nakedness. She twisted frantically and as she threw herself to one side she knocked Caleb off the side of the rack. He fell on the floor with a thud.
There was a moment of silence; she stopped moving, there was no noise; then there was uproar. The dungeon exploded into a turmoil of anger and noise. Caleb sprung to his feet and started screeching at the top of his voice, his face was purple with anger and he sprung at Maria like a wild animal. The woman on the walls all pulled frantically at their manacles and their chains clanged under the writhing of their limbs. Maria twisted herself wildly in distress and fear.
Caleb leapt between her legs and jumped up and down on the wooden base of the rack. He pulled the zip of his trousers open and his cock fell out into his hands. It was long and half erect. Maria could just see it as she strained her chin down towards her naked chest. He grabbed it and started pulling at it and it grew instantly into a huge, engorged member completely out of proportion with the size of his body. Maria twisted and turned, throwing her head from side to side in blind panic.
"Fucking bitch! Fucking bitch!"
Caleb held his throbbing cock up high then bent onto his knees and pressed its head against Maria's shaven cunt. She felt its heat and then its width as it began to penetrate her, the swollen glans forcing her outer labia apart with ease as it drove in without pausing.
"Caleb!" shouted Father Thomas. "Down Caleb!"
He took no notice and started thrusting his cock even deeper. Maria gasped as she felt the monstrous cock pushing painfully inside her, her thighs were stretched so tight that she could do nothing except let it enter. Caleb thrust again and his cock went even deeper. She gasped again as she felt its hot tip going higher than she had ever known.
"Caleb! Caleb!"
Father Thomas rushed forward and grabbed Caleb's shoulders, he tried to drag him off but Caleb was too strong and too angry. He thrust again, this time even deeper, and Maria screamed as his cock went in up to its base.
"Caleb! Caleb!"
Father Thomas struggled to get Caleb off but Caleb was now thrusting at Maria like a dog. His pelvis moved frantically as he dropped his body on top of Maria and she gasped as his weight knocked her breath from her. He clasped his arms around her waist, buried his face into her breasts and held on tightly as he fucked her harder and harder refusing to let go. She screamed again as she felt his cock swelling even more, its tip was expanding against the insides of her vagina and she could hardly stand the strain, she felt as of she was going to explode. Father Thomas pulled frantically at Caleb's shoulders to get him away, but his grip was too tight and he was impossible to prize off.
As she contorted under the weight of the frantic dwarf, Maria felt her own body beginning to respond, not in fear but with desire. She felt her breasts pushing at his face and she felt her cunt driving onto his cock. She was beginning to match his frenzy. She could not hold him but she could follow the wild rhythm of his body and she could suck at his cock with her cunt. Her screams turned to yells, they matched his movements as well and she squeezed her cunt around his mighty cock even more. Father Thomas pulled as hard as he could and suddenly Caleb was wrenched from his prize, lifted bodily and thrown down onto the floor, his huge cock sticking up throbbing and wet.