Maria let out another yell, a yell of anger and dismay, her cunt stayed open and she wanted it filled, she looked at Father Thomas and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Fuck it Father, please fuck it."
Father Thomas stared back, then recoiled when he heard her words.
"You bitch! You evil little bitch!"
"Please Father, fuck it please. Please Father, fuck it, please, or Caleb, please, either of you, both of you, fuck it please, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. I want a cock in my cunt. I want my cunt fucking. Please fill it, please fuck it. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it -"
She would not stop, she kept repeating it over and over again. Father Thomas rushed to one of the walls and pulled something down from a hook. He came back to Maria and held a leather gag with a ball at its centre above her mouth and shook it threateningly.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck my cunt, I want a cock in it, fucking, fucking, fucking -"
He slapped the gag across her face, the ball filled her mouth and she was silenced as he tied it tightly behind her head. Even so, she was still trying to make sounds, somewhere deep in her throat she was growling out her needs and her eyes blazed and her cunt ran with her delectable perfumed moisture.
"Caleb, you evil little bastard! Come to the wheel and put some turns on it."
Caleb folded his cock back into his trousers and zipped them up, then went obediently to the wheel of the rack, grabbed the spiky handles and waited for instructions. Father Thomas looked down at Maria, her mouth forced wide by the leather ball that filled her mouth, and the sides of the gag cutting deeply into her cheeks.
"I can tell there is much evil in you my child, so much evil. We are going to have to prize it out. We must get started straight away. A few turns on the wheel will let you know what is in store for you. I have already heard some of your filthy thoughts, now I want to know them all, all your dirty ideas, all your fantasies, all your evil desires. I want you to tell me all of them in every detail, then and only then can we begin to save you and cleanse you of your sins. Caleb! Give her the first turn!"
Maria's body strained under the turn of the wheel. She felt the ropes at her wrists and ankles pull into her flesh as the huge wooden drum pulled them tighter. She could not move, her whole body was stretched on the rack. Her cunt still ached from Caleb's frantic thrusting and as the ropes tightened she felt a thrill of fear and desire creep all over her, it centred on her cunt and she wanted it filled again.
"Another turn, my little friend, another slow turn will stretch her enough for the moment."
Maria felt the ropes tightening even more, her arms pulled terribly and she felt her hip joints straining as if they were going to come apart. Still, the throbbing in her cunt did not ease, the fear of the rack only mingled with the overpowering desire to have a cock thrusting deeply inside her. Her eyes were wide and ablaze with passion as Father Thomas bent down to her.
"That will do for the moment my child, reflect on your sins, reflect on your fantasies, and when I return you can tell them all."
The dungeon fell silent and Maria was left stretched out on the rack. Her head was filled with thoughts of the delights of sex and the raptures of pain and, as she stared around the walls at the manacled women, she could only think of ways of fulfilling her desires and suffering more.
CHAPTER 7
Maria awoke to the rattle of chains. She turned to look in the direction of the noise, then realised that she was still racked and only able to move her head. She tried to clear her throat, but the gagging leather ball in her mouth made her choke. For one terrible moment she thought she was going to be sick, then it passed. Someone was untying the women from the walls.
It was the golden haired man who had attacked her! It was Kirk!
She watched silently.
He reached up to the first woman and with a large key undid her manacles; she fell to the floor in a heap, he kicked at her and she groaned.
"Up bitch, you're needed. I hope you've been thinking of ways to please. It's an important client and I wouldn't like to be in your shoes if you fail to please him. Christ no!"
The young woman got up slowly, rubbed her wrists and looked over to Maria but turned quickly as the young man punched her in the back.
"Attention! Wait for your orders!"
One by one he untied the other women and soon they all stood in a row rubbing their wrists, their faces reddened by the tape as it clung to their cheeks. The last woman to be released was the girl whose clothes were all in tatters. The young man put his hand between her legs before he undid her.
"Nice," he said. "I hear you're always keen for a bit. How's this?"
He pushed his fingers into her cunt, she looked straight at him and began to writhe.
"Nice cunt. Sorry though, you'll have to wait for the moment."
He removed his fingers and smeared them across her cheeks, then he undid her and she stood obediently with the rest. As she stood with the others Maria could see her buttocks through the tears in her dress, on her right cheek there was a strange red mark that looked as if it had been branded into her skin, Maria thought it spelt a name, 'Barbara'.
"Line up now slaves. That's it, line up and follow me."
They all fell into a line and, as he walked out into the tunnel, they all followed dutifully with their heads bowed. Maria was left alone. There was no point in trying to get free, she was completely captive. She thought about her sins and how at last she was beginning to be cleansed. Then she thought about Barbara and how she had screamed to be fucked by Father Thomas. Then she thought about Caleb rutting at her like an angry animal and she wanted to reach down and feel herself. Then she heard someone coming down the tunnel.
Father Thomas!
"Maria, my child. I hope you have been doing what I instructed. I have come to relieve you of your terrible fantasies and desires. I hope you are ready to explain them to me. If not…"
He reached up to one of the chains that hung from the wall and drew it from its ring, he shook it by his side and it rattled heavily.
"If not…"
He sidled over to Maria and sat on the edge of the rack.
"Have you enjoyed the tension of the rack my child? Have you enjoyed having your limbs stretched and pulled? Have you enjoyed not being able to cry out and be a filthy little bitch?"
He reached down and started to untie the gag. He let the thongs dangle at the side of her face and she made no effort to remove the ball, she just lay there staring up at him and kept it firmly inside her mouth. She licked the back edge of it as if to show him that she did not want to let it go. Father Thomas lifted the sides of the gag but Maria bit down hard on the leather ball and when he pulled it she bit even harder. He tugged at it hard but she would not let it go and gripped it between her teeth like a dog with a bone.
"Bitch!" he shouted. "Bitch!"
Again he tried to get the gag from her mouth but Maria clung onto it tightly and he could not get it free.
"Bitch! Let it go! Let it go or you will never be saved. You cannot save yourself like this. Let it go bitch!"
He pulled hard at the gag until finally the leather ball exploded from her mouth. She gasped loudly and, with her mouth still open and gaping, growled and snarled like a savage brute.
"You are a little bitch; a real little animal. Here, bite on this."
He dangled his finger in front of her still gaping mouth and she made a snap at it, he pulled it away and laughed. Then he dangled it again and she snapped again but he was too quick and she could not move her head enough to pursue her prey.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch," he said tauntingly as he kept dangling his finger in front of her mouth and she kept snapping at it without success.