The two naked young women knelt side by side on the floor of the austere stone
chamber. Rope leashes hung about their necks, rope gags clamped between white teeth
stretched their lips wide and more ropes bound their hands behind their backs. Even as
they shivered with the chill of the stones and fear of what was to come they kept their
knees spread wide, backs straight and breasts, capped by helplessly hard nipples,
outthrust. That was the way bondmaids were trained to display themselves in Nethervale.
April Harper had shoulder length straight dark hair, currently tied back in a small
ponytail, slightly olive skin, a straight narrow nose, deep brown eyes and a wide mouth.
Large brown erect nipples capped her full, proud breasts. Her navel was deep and smooth,
her hips wide and her bottom cheeks well rounded. Her deep-lipped and pouting labia were
cleanly shaven.
Niki King was slightly slimmer in build than April, with a long mane of curling
honey-blonde hair tied back in a single long plait. Her eyes were blue, her nose slightly
broader and her lips naturally red, full and pouting. Her smaller pinker nipples were
even more prominent against her golden evenly tanned skin and were perfectly in proportion
to her neater, higher breasts. Her waist was tight, her stomach flat and her navel a deep
slot. Like April her prominent sex was quite bare. Both also bore identical marks on the
upper slopes of their right buttocks, where finely scarred skin had been infused with
purple dye in the shape of the conjoined letters RW set inside a circle.
There were two other women in the room, both in black nuns habits, tied at the
waists with thick cords. Wimples covered their heads so that only their faces and hands
were bared. Large silver inverted crucifixes hung about their necks. One of the nuns
held the leashes that trailed from the two girls’ necks while the other was seated behind
an imposing desk writing in a ledger with a dip pen by the light of an oil lamp. When
April and Niki had been led in a few minutes earlier she had not even looked up from her
work but had simply pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her desk. April and Niki
had been made to kneel by the Sister in charge of them, who then waited silently and
patiently for her superior to finish.
April glanced furtively round the chamber, trying to get some clue as to the kind
of people into whose possession they had so suddenly been delivered.
The walls were of stone blocks pierced by a heavy dark-oak door and a pointed
arched leaded window that looked out onto the night. The decor was simple. Apart from
the desk there were a couple of straight-backed chairs, a cupboard and a longcase clock,
ticking away sombrely, that read ten past nine. Mounted on the wall behind the seated nun
was an inverted wooden crucifix with an extra bar across the top. On it hung the small
carven figure of a naked woman with spread legs. Another wall was fitted with an array of
bolts, hanging chains and cuffs. The stonework between the ironware was polished dark and
shiny by the friction of countless bare bodies.
April’s stomach knotted a little further and she gave a sidelong glance at Niki who
had seen the same clues as she had and was chewing on her gag. They had had an unpleasant
encounter with religion in Nethervale once before and this place looked ominously similar.
At the same time a warm slickness began to exude between April’s labia, which was the
usual bondmaid response to a portent of pain or pleasure. The brief surge of panic that
had threatened to claim her when she had been brought in had faded to a sense of weary
resignation. The only thing to do was endure.
The nun behind the desk put down her pen, carefully blotted the page and closed the
book. For the first time she looked at April and Niki. Her eyes were sharp and very pale
blue, with tiny pupils. Her face was unlined with thin pale lips and virtually
nonexistent light blonde eyebrows It was hard to judge her age with so little to see of
her but April though she might be in her early forties.
‘Yes, Sister Lavinia?’ she said.
‘These two maids have just been given into our keeping by a young woman, Abbess,’
Sister Lavinia explained. She was perhaps a few years younger than the Abbess with large
brown eyes and full brows.
The Abbess rose and came out from behind her desk. She was very slender. The only
difference in their costume was that she had a red belt cord while Lavinia’s was white. A
large bunch of keys hung from it
Sister Lavinia jerked on their leashes and April and Niki hastily scrambled to
their feet and stood with their legs apart. The Abbess walked round them, looking them up
and down, cupping their beasts, prodding their buttocks and running her fingers through
their bare clefts. She handled them as though they were animals in a market, which was
the normal Nethervale way with bondmaids. April felt at once disgusted and yet perversely
aroused, which was also quite normal.
‘They seem healthy enough,’ The Abbess said at length. ‘Did the person who passed
them on say why she was entrusting them to us?’
‘Only that they had been treated badly, Abbess. She gave no names and they were
without collars. She hid her face. Perhaps they’ve been taken without their owner’s
knowledge.’
‘Taken or not they belong to us now,’ the Abbess said firmly. ‘Even if they have
been stolen greater good shall come of it. These two can be saved and set on the path to
salvation.’
‘Amen to that, Abbess,’ Lavinia said righteously.
‘Let us see how much they understand. Ungag them…’
Lavinia pulled the ropes from between their jaws. April discreetly spat out some
hemp fibres. The Abbess took hold of their chins and looked them each sternly in the
eye.
‘You are in Flagewell Abbey and I am Abbess Chasten. You will address me as
“Mistress Abbess”, do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mistress Abbess,’ April and Niki said in unison.
‘What are your names?’
‘I’m April and she’s Niki, Mistress Abbess,’ April said.
‘Then know this, April and Niki,’ she said earnestly. ‘Our order, the Sisterhood
of Saint Theow, is dedicated to the salvation of bondmaids. We teach them their proper
place in the greater scheme of things. You may think you are simply slaves but you are
far more than that. Bondmaids were sent to Nethervale not only to serve man, to labour
and ease his burden but also to provide an outlet for his lusts so he might live more
virtuously. You are neither beast nor human and so are neither totally innocent nor
innately sinful. The church has decreed you exist in a limbo without souls; therefore no
act perpetrated upon you can in itself be evil. But you are not without the potential for
evil; capable of spreading temptation and disorder, especially the myth of female equality
and freedom, therefore you need constant restraint and guidance for your own salvation so
you may be purged of such impure thoughts and desires. Submission and suffering are the
means by which bondmaids may achieve that eventual salvation and regain their souls. This
is the consequence of the service you give to men, who are saved from their own sins by
using you, enjoying your suffering and so draining their most wicked lusts into you. The
more completely you submit and the more deeply you suffer the greater shall be the glory
of your final redemption!’
As she spoke her face had become more animated and her voice more thrilling. Spots
of colour had appeared on her pale cheeks. Beside her Sister Lavinia, still holding
their leashes, was gazing at them with bright-eyed holy delight. They’re getting off on
all this, April thought.
‘You shall learn, like our beloved Saint Theow, to love your sacrifice and give
thanks to He who made your bodies the perfect vessels for pain and delight!’ Abbess
Chasten continued, her eyes sparkling. ‘Here we shall train and guide you on the way of
the truth towards that blessed redemption. You shall become perfect bondmaids who will
rejoice in your pain and praise the chains that bind you and the whips that kiss you! You
shall be saved, do you understand?’
April felt stomach-clenching fear. By her side Niki was trembling. It’s all a
load of pseudo-religious crap to justify using us as sexy-toy slaves, April thought
miserably. But until a chance of escape came their way they had no choice but to play
along… and that began by not to offending the boss. Aloud she and Niki said: ‘Yes,
Mistress Abbess.’
‘Do you beg to be saved?’ the Abbess asked.
‘Yes, Mistress Abbess,’ they chorused.
‘Amen!’ Sister Lavinia added.
‘Do you offer you bodies into His service?’
‘We offer our bodies into His service.’
‘Serve Him faithfully!’ said Lavinia.
‘And do you beg to suffer for His greater glory?’
April gulped, but in unison with Niki she said: ‘We beg to suffer for His greater
glory.’
‘Glorify him with your suffering!’ Lavinia cried joyfully.
The Abbess was visibly flushed now and breathing deeply. She gave a thin smile.
‘Good. But first your bodies must be prepared for His service. You have felt the kiss of
a brand, now you must feel the joy of metal and flesh conjoined. The iron shall enter
into you! I shall assist, Sister Lavinia.’
‘I shall be honoured, Abbess,’ Lavinia said, bobbing her head.
‘Bring them…’ the Abbess commanded sweeping towards the door.
Abbess Chasten’s room opened off the transept of the abbey itself. The sound of
unseen but purposeful activity came from somewhere beyond the main altar. Their footsteps
echoed through the great shadow-filled candle-lit space. Some of the candle mounts could
only have been found in Nethervale. A double row of inverted crosses formed an aisle down
the centre of the nave. They were full-scale duplicates of the cross in the Abbess’s
room. Horizontal metal rods across their upper ends formed a second crosspiece. Chained
to each cross was a naked bondmaid, their ankles spread and cuffed to the ends of the
metal rods, with the base of thick, white, half-metre long candles lodged in their
distended vaginas. Hoops attached to metal braces spanning between the girls’ knees kept
the candles upright. Melted candle wax made rivulets over their bellies, across their
chests, over the bulges of their inverted breasts and formed into flowing stalactites
hanging from their nipples.
The girls’ eyes were all closed and their cheeks flushed. Strap gags closed their
mouths but their jaws were moving. When she had been led past them fifteen minutes
earlier April had thought they were moaning in misery. Now she detected a rhythm to
sound. They were chanting something to themselves over and over. Oh, fuck, what sort of
place was this?
Set between massive wall piers was a stout studded door that opened onto a spiral
staircase. Down they went deep below the level of the nave until they came to lofty
brick-lined corridor with an arched ceiling, dimly lit by wide-spaced oil lamps. It
extended in both directions for some distance with several doors and branching junctions
turning off it. April shivered. This must be the abbey crypt.
The Abbess led the way along to the nearest of the doors and opened it onto a dark
room beyond. There was an oil lamp mounted on the wall by the door fitted with an
integral flint lighter that sparked and flickered into life as she turned up the wick and
pulled a trigger. As Sister Lavinia led April and Niki inside the Abbess went round the
room lighting three more lamps. With the light shining off their polished metal
reflectors the chamber was brightly illuminated.
The largest items of furniture were three massive dark wooden benches with angled
tops, fitted with an ominous array of vices and clamps. Mounted on hinged arms were
compact devices of boxed gears, screw shafts and clockwork with shiny needles and small
metal arms protruding from their ends. Buckets hung under the bottom edges of the tilted
bench tops below the lips of groves cut in the stained wood. There was also a stack of
shelves filled with many small trays, a rack of metal collars and the usual rings and
chains on the walls. The three benches and their fittings held a horrible fascination,
but April found her eye instead being dragged away from them by an unexpected item of the
décor.
Prominently displayed in a frame on one wall was a large linen scroll filled with
beautifully illuminated lines of text, decorated in red and gold. As April’s eye flicked
across it she heard Niki beside her give a grunt of dismay.
1:A Bondmaid Shall Serve Him And All His Believers Unclothed, For Like The Beasts
In The Field She Knows No Shame.
2:A Bondmaid Shall Praise And Serve The Divine Image Of Manhood, Be It In Flesh Or
Stone, And Take It Into Her Without Count, Let Or Hindrance, By Each And Every Passage,
And Shall Be A Receptacle For All The Lust And Unworthy Desires Of Man.
3:A Bondmaid Shall Not Speak Except When Bidden And Shall Not Utter His Name Except
In Praise At The Ultimate Of Suffering Or Delight.
4:A Bondmaid Shall Know No Day Of Rest And Shall Serve From Sunrise To Sunrise
Without Pause.
5:A Bondmaid Shall Serve Her Master And Mistress Faithfully And Obey Them Without
Hesitation In All Things.
6:A Bondmaid Shall Not Raise Her Hand Against Any Free Person And Shall Praise The
Hand Of All Those Laid Upon Her Be It To Guide Or Chastise.
7:A Bondmaid Shall Perform Any Bodily Act Required Of Her By Whatever Means,
Natural Or Unnatural, Without Concern For Pain Or Consequence.
8:A Bondmaid Shall Sup The Seed Of Her Master From The Cleft Of His Wife But Not
Drink Of His Love For Her, For She Is But A Chattel And Beneath Love.
9:A Bondmaid Shall Not Speak The Blasphemy Of Freedom For Her Kind For She Is Given
To Serve Man, As Are All Beasts, And Shall Not Know Liberty.
10:A Bondmaid Shall Not Covet Any Thing Or Person, Free Or Slave, For She Is But A
Chattel And Shall Possess Naught, Material Or Immaterial; Nor Even Her Own Body Or Soul.
The Abbess had seen the direction of their gaze. ‘Can you read that?’ she asked.
‘Yes, Mistress Abbess,’ April said.
‘Then you have seen the course of your life and the path to your salvation, for
that is the holy doctrine of servitude, and soon you shall know it word for word. Live by
these commands and you shall be redeemed; break them and you shall be damned!’
‘Amen to that,’ said Sister Lavinia.
‘Let us chain them for a moment so we may prepare ourselves as the precepts
decree,’ the Abbess said.
They pushed April and Niki against the wall, removed the rope leashes and snapped
dangling collars about their necks.
With them secured the Abbess and Sister Lavinia unfastened the cords about their
waists. Their thick outer habits and white cotton gowns under them came off together.
Between their wimples that still swathed their heads and draped over their shoulders and
simple sandals on bare feet, they were both naked.
Abbess Chasten was lean and pale with bony hips, a russet pubic bush and small high
breasts capped by small hard pink nipples. Sister Lavinia was fleshier with fuller
breasts, large brown nipples, wider hips and a thick fluffy dark pubic delta. Their
crucifixes now hung between their bare breasts.
But it was not their nudity that riveted April’s gaze, making her temporarily
forget her fear, but what hung between the nuns’ legs.
Their pubic hair was trimmed back from their labia, which were parted about the
mouths of their vaginas by the rounded bases of black rubber phalluses that hung down
between their legs. Rubber prongs bristled from the outer curves of the phallus bases.
But more startling was the means by which the phalluses were held in place. Silver metal
pins passed horizontally through their bases and out into piercings deep in the nuns’
inner and outer labia. Silver balls capped the pin ends. The weight of the phalluses was
born by the thick lips of flesh and meant they hardly distorted their labia as they hung
freely between their thighs.
The Abbess spread her legs, took hold of her phallus and lifted its shaft upwards,
pivoting it about its mounting pin towards her navel. April saw there was a rubber stalk
extending from the underside of the phallus base that curved up between her legs. The
Abbess reached behind her, dug her fingers into her bottom and pushed. She took her hand
away from the phallus but it remained jutting outwards and upwards in front of her in a
parody of masculine erection.
Lavinia performed the same motions but as she was turned sideways on April saw what
she did. The semi-circular stalks of rubber that curved up between their legs nestled in
the clefts of their buttocks and terminated in mushroom-headed plugs. Erecting the
phalluses pulled the plugs down until they could be pushed into their anuses, bracing the
phalluses from below and keeping them upright. Once they were erect the bristling prongs
of the phallus bases, instead of projecting outward jabbed up through the furrows of their
clefts to tease their clitorises. With every move they made the phalluses bobbed,
stimulating their love buds. April saw the phallus bases began to glisten.
It was as if the nuns had turned themselves into pseudo-men to take proper charge
of Niki and herself, April thought. Were the phalluses simply sex toys or symbols of
authority? Perhaps both.
Freeing them from the wall the now near-naked nuns sat April and Niki down on
adjacent benches. They undid the ropes about their wrists and pushed them down onto their
backs, pulling their arms out and bending then up and back so they could be fastened with
semi-circular clamps, screwed down with hinged bolts and wing nuts, to the bench tops.
Their heads now rested between pairs of upright wooden blocks on a vice mount. These were
screwed together over their ears until they could not twist or lift their heads. There
were slots cut in the front of the wooden blocks spanned by rubber bars. These bars were
pushed down the slots into April and Niki’s mouths, forming bits about which their teeth
closed and chewed. Larger hoop-clamps were then closed over their necks.
They pulled April and Niki’s legs wide, bending their knees and pushing them
painfully flat down against the bench tops. Clamps about their upper thighs, knees and
ankles held them in place, stretching their inner thigh tendons and making their naked
pubic mounds bulge. Finally two large clamp hoops went across their stomachs and chests
just under their breasts.
April and Niki were utterly immobile, able to do little more than flex their
fingers and toes. With their heads locked rigidly in place they could not even see each
other any more, only hear the rapid fearful rasp of their breathing about their bits.
The nuns now turned to adjusting and positioning the odd devices of cogs and
clockwork mounted on the benches on hinged arms. One was set by their heads, two either
side of their chests and three clustered over their groins. Up close April saw that each
cog-driven screw shaft was tipped by a shiny bodkin set in front of which was an
adjustable clamp. This comprised a pair of screw-fastened metal paddle arms with rounded
flattened tips with holes drilled through them in line with the bodkin. Her stomach
churned as she realised their purpose.
Carefully the nuns positioned the piercing needles, locking the arms in place and
then clamping the eyelet paddles painfully hard about their targets. First were their
nasal septa, drawn out and clamped so hard April’s eyes watered. Then came their nipples,
pinched and flattened between the clamps so that their tips went purple. The nuns’
fingers opened April and Niki’s lovemouths wide, pinching together their inner and outer
labia on either side of their vaginal mouths and clamping them tight. Not both at the
same time! April thought, whimpering in futile protest. But then it was nothing more than
the nuns had apparently endured to provide mounts for their fake cocks, so why should she
expect anything less?
Finally the nuns drew the fleshy hoods of their helpless victims’ clitorises,
perversely already swollen with masochistic expectation, up out of their clefts and
clamped them tight over their buds. By now Niki was whimpering and moaning loudly while
April bit on the rubber bar between her teeth in anger, fear and frustration. Yet in true
masochistic bondmaid fashion she could feel her juices flowing, wetting the lips that
would soon be so cruelly pierced, anticipating the agony to come with the only defence she
had; the turning of pain into pleasure.
The clockwork motors of the piercing guns were wound up. Little levers waited to
be thrown over to start them.
Sister Lavinia looked at the Abbess with barely contained eagerness. Her nipples
were swollen. ‘Now, Abbess?’
Abbess Chasten licked her own lips, looking hungrily down at Niki and April.
‘Now!’ she said.
They threw the switches in quick succession and then stood back.
There was a whir of gears. The glittering bodkins began to rotate and slowly but
inexorably screw forward toward the target holes in the clamps and the stretched and
pinioned flesh between them. Niki sobbed in fear. April strained at the clamps that held
her but she was utterly immobile. The Abbess and Lavinia were gazing at them with
ecstatic expressions, their eyes huge and sparkling, their nipples hard and erect and
their hands caressing the shafts of their phalluses. In the closed space the scent of
their arousal began to mingle with April and Niki’s helpless exudation.
April was going cross-eyed watching in sick fascination the needle approaching her
nose. There came a sudden exquisitely sharp pinprick in her septum making her eyes water,
which became a growing point of agony. She wailed and bit fiercely on the rubber bar in
her mouth. Now she felt pricks in the sides of her nipples, then her labia and clitoris.
Her whole body was being stabbed through! Each tiny incision was opening wider and
deeper. She was shrieking and moaning about her bit as she felt hard cold steel sliding
through her most sensitive flesh with such agonizing slowness. Tears were flowing down
her cheeks. Niki was uttering a string of shrill gasps and whimpers. April champed on
the bit between her teeth. She felt a drop of blood rolling down over her upper lip and
into her mouth. There were more hot trickles on her breasts and between her legs. And
still needles bored on.
‘I require your bottom, Sister1’ the Abbess said urgently.
Sister Lavinia bent over, spread her legs and braced herself with a hand on the
corner of each bench, presenting her bottom to the Abbess even as her eyes remained
flickering between April and Niki, savouring their agony. The Abbess took up position
behind Lavinia, pulled the phallus brace plug out of her anus and rammed the head of her
own phallus up between Lavinia’s buttocks. The nun’s face screwed up for a moment as she
grunted at the force of the intrusion, then she opened her eyes again misty with joy.
April shrieked as the tip of the bodkin finally pushed its way out of the side of
her right nipple, followed by a fresh trickle of blood. She heard Niki groaning in pain
on the bench beside her and wished they could touch.
The Abbess continued to drive into her subordinate’s rectum making her breasts
sway with each thrust. As she pulled back each time the cling of Lavinia’s tight passage
on the phallus stretched the Abbess’s labial flesh through which it was pinned.
‘Celebrate their suffering,’ the Abbess panted.
April choked as the steel tip emerged from her left nipple.
‘Suffering is salvation!’ Lavinia responded.
April wailed as her septum was drilled clean through.
‘The path to salvation is pain!’
‘Pain and lust!’
The far side of April’s clitoral hood bulged and gave bloody birth to the bodkin
tip.
‘We offer up our lust to you!’ the Abbess cried. She had one hand on Lavinia’s
hips while the other clasped her crucifix. She was jabbing it into her sweat-bedewed
breasts and nipples leaving little punctures and blood spots behind. Its arms had been
filed down to sharp points.
By now April was in a delirium of raging pain and need. Her swollen clit, spurred
on by the nuns’ lustful display, strained from within its freshly pierced hood. But the
bodkins still drove with glacial speed through the deep thick flesh of her pussy lips,
boring ever inwards. It was an eternity of pain and terrible and wonderful and she had to
cum now!
With an agonizing last turn the tips of the bodkins finally burst from the eyelet
clamps about her inner labia. She was pierced right though. Hot blood dripped down her
sex lips and over her anus. Her bladder cut loose. Pee spurted out of her across the
bodkin tips now nearly touching over her clenching vaginal mouth. The thrill of the
passing water tipped her over the edge and she convulsed in orgasmic release.
With a moan and hiss and splatter from the next bench Niki did the same.
Pee and blood and sex juice tickled down the grooves in the bench tops and into the
hanging buckets.
The nuns cried out in delight as with sobs and grunts their juices dripped onto the
stone flags.
For a long minute the chamber was silent but for the sound of muted moans and
rasping breathing. Then the Abbess said: ‘The iron has entered their bodies. We shall
teach them to live by its unbending ways.’
‘Amen,’ Sister Lavinia panted.
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