Tessa Valmur - Bought and Sold

The double doors to the Hall of Redemption stood open and guarded by two monks. Half the girls were already in attendance. Large candles that flickered in the breeze from the open doors lighted the windowless, wood panelled hall. Several Masters were standing together watching a new girl being tied between two posts. Her back was to Zoe but she immediately recognised the tousled, slightly curly blonde hair that trailed down the girl's back. The victim was naked and four monks were working with ropes to bind her by the ankles and wrists so that she was held outstretched between the two posts. Zoe walked down the hall until she passed the posts and could look back and see the girl from the front. She was right; it was Vanessa.

Vanessa looked up and recognised her, she was about to speak but Zoe put her finger to her own lips indicating that she shouldn't say anything. Vanessa nodded and looked to either side of her. Her slim arms were held at full stretch, strong rope bound repeatedly around her slender wrists and drawn tautly through brass rings fixed to the poles. In a similar fashion her legs were bound.

'Gather round, girls.'

Zoe looked up at the sound of that voice. It was the Colonel. With his Masters flanking him he stood before Vanessa.

'Girls, this is your new sister, her name is Vanessa. She is a very troublesome girl. She has already committed a serious offence and if she continues in such a manner, you will all share her punishment. I think you should all therefore take a hand in disciplining her. Now, so that she will not hold any of you personally responsible for what she is about to suffer, Master Robert will blindfold her.'

One of the men stepped briskly forward, a black silk scarf already in his hand. Zoe watched as Vanessa was blindfolded.

'So, who would like to go first?' asked the Colonel.

Zoe watched as one of the girls stepped forward. The Colonel nodded his approval and one of the monks handed her a whip. The girl moved to behind where Vanessa was held spread-eagled. Swinging the whip back with all her energy she brought it lashing down across the backs of Vanessa's legs. Vanessa gave an anguished howl.

'At Shrevra you will learn to welcome the discipline of pain,' the Colonel addressed Vanessa but spoke loudly enough for everyone assembled to hear him.

The girl with the whip flicked her arm back again and Zoe glimpsed the black tail of leather flash through the air before cracking against Vanessa's back.

'Uhh!'

Vanessa jerked against the ropes that held her. Zoe could see her legs trembling. Of course she'd been whipped before but now the girl disciplining her was being merciless. Pippa, a tall redheaded Scots girl, was easily the strongest of the girls there. Her arms were slim but well muscled and she was putting all her energy into her work. Zoe could see Vanessa was sweating and shaking with nervous expectation.

Zoe watched Pippa as she brought the trailing coil of leather down across Vanessa's back again.

'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.