Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

'Get her cleaned up then bring her to my quarters.'

Vanessa was dragged away by the arms, her heels dragging through the dusty earth. She could see the monastery was ringed by high hills lushly planted with rows of green bushes and beyond these in one direction were snow-capped mountains.

'Where the hell is this place?' she asked the girl who was diligently washing her legs with a large soapy sponge.

'Shrevra is in northern India, those are the Himalayas,' she answered, encouraging Vanessa to part her legs so she could wash up the inside of her thighs more easily.

'What's your name, where are you from then?' Vanessa asked.

'Mandy. My name's Mandy.'

'And where are you from Mandy?'

The girl looked at her for a moment, as she seemed to have to think hard about the answer to this simple question. Finally, when she replied, her tone had changed and her answer was mechanical.

'Oh, I lived in England before here, but this is my true home.'

Vanessa shook her head in disbelief and glanced across to where a monk stood sternly watching over the two girls. Although her restraints had been removed, the leather straps lying pooled on the flagstones nearby, she knew she'd have no chance of escape in her present condition. Everywhere around the monastery monks were to be seen as well as the native guards that they employed to man the heavy gates and to patrol the high stone ramparts that encircled the buildings. The more Vanessa looked around her the more she realised that the place was as much a fortress as it was a supposed spiritual retreat. What Vanessa found most alarming was the way that Mandy seemed resigned to her life here.

'I have to wash you properly so this has to come off,' Mandy announced, fingering the black bikini thong that Vanessa wore.

'Oh, sure...'

Vanessa lifted her bum up, taking her weight on her hands and allowing the other girl to pull the material down her legs.

'Lie back and let me wash you.'

Vanessa did as she was asked, more than happy to part her legs a little more and close her eyes so that she could focus more clearly on the pleasurable sensation created by the girl lathering between her legs and diligently washing her pussy.

'Mmm...' Vanessa pulled the straps of her halter neck bikini from her sun-tanned shoulders and loosened the bow that knotted the material under her breasts. She felt Mandy remove the garment and rub the soapy sponge over her breasts. For a few moments Vanessa was able to escape from her plight by giving herself completely to the feeling of having her breasts gently caressed and massaged. Suddenly though a loud crack broke the silence followed by Mandy letting out a cry of pain.

Standing over them was the monk who'd been guarding them. He had removed the leather belt that drew his cassock around his waist and with the buckle end grasped in his hand he'd brought the other end of the belt down across Mandy's back. She looked up at him, trembling with fear. Vanessa glared at him with unconcealed loathing. The monk stared down at them both with cold fury.

'Mandy! You dare take pleasure where it is forbidden? You know the rules: no intimate familiarity with other slave girls! Go to the whipping poles and tell Brother William what you have done!'

The man swung his attention to Vanessa as Mandy scrambled to her feet and scurried away.

'As for you, well you're new so you obviously don't know the rules. In which case you'll be spared a whipping. Think yourself lucky you're going to get off this time with just a dozen strokes of the cane!'

'Take a hike!' Vanessa swore and snatching up the soapy sponge she threw it at the man's face. As he ducked she jumped up and fled. She knew she had no chance of escape but she wasn't going to meekly submit to their rules. If they wanted to punish her, they'd have to catch her first!

It took less than five minutes before Vanessa realised that she was trapped. In her bare feet she'd easily out run the first monks who chased after her. She had sprinted around the back of one building and then shot down a narrow gap between two mud huts and jumping some bins had emerged in a small courtyard. Natives and monks were now converging on her from all directions and in a panic she flung herself through a door and fled inside. The room she'd entered seemed to a meditation hall, its walls and floor were polished wood and to her dismay there was no other way out.

'I'm sorry... please...'

Vanessa backed herself into one corner as a handful of monks closed around her. She held out her arms, placing her wrists crossed against each other in a gesture of submission.

'Bind her wrists!'

Vanessa stood dripping wet and shivering, meek as a lamb as her wrists were bound with rope.

'Take her to the Hall of Redemption!'

Zoe was summoned along with the other girls and told to leave the job that she was working on immediately. Since she had just started on peeling a vast pile of potatoes she was happy to oblige, though her curiosity soon had her wondering what was so important that all the girls were receiving a peremptory summons.

She hurried as best she could in her high heels down the corridor from the kitchens, anxious not to be seen to be slow to respond to the order. It seemed a long time ago now that she had last balked at carrying out any orders for the monks and the more willing she had become to serve, the easier her life had become. She opened the door at the end of the corridor and hurried across the quadrangle to the Hall of Redemption, which was where she had been ordered to go to.

After the incident in the kitchen with Mandy and the porridge, Zoe had, after her whipping, been led by the novice monks to their quarters to show her thanks and to demonstrate how well she was learning her lessons. These were the newest monks in the commune; there were eight of them sharing a dormitory that could take up to a dozen. She was not sure if the novices were acting with the permission of the Masters but she was too wary to dare ask.

The door to the dormitory was closed and the latch on the inside of the door slid across. The eight men began to strip off their cassocks and Zoe was ordered to get down on her hands and knees. Each man took it in turns, standing before her to have her suck him until he was well aroused then he would move behind her and start screwing her while the next man took his place before her and she would start sucking him. By the time the last of the eight men had been satisfied Zoe was exhausted, her body aching. Without a word, the monks carried her back to her own room and deposited her on her bed

From then on the novices seemed to take a special interest in Zoe and she quickly learnt what they expected from her. To refuse meant the whip. To agree meant a session in their locked dormitory. She soon came to accept this new routine as a natural part of her daily life at Shrevra. The more willing she was with them the gentler they were on her and she found that devoting herself to their carnal needs really wasn't too bad. She had been so well behaved recently that for a few days she had been spared any punishment and her body almost seemed to miss the sensation of the whip against her bare skin. She had then deliberately misbehaved slightly.

Forced to lie down across a bench, her pussy ached in pleasurable anticipation of the feel of the whip against her exposed backside. She had tightened her grip on the edge of the bench and when the first blow came she'd howled with anguish. Before the whipping was over though, she had come, silently enjoying an intense orgasm without anyone so much as touching her body. Part of her reproved herself for having become like this, but she quickly stifled the self-criticism. She had worked out the best way to live at Shrevra and she'd be stupid to behave in any other way. As a subservient slave her life was far from bad, she convinced herself.