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grip his shaft. Suddenly he withdrew until only the head of his rigid member was inside her. Instinctively she arched her back and reached down to hold his hips and stop him from slipping out.
    He laughed again. “I think a few tastes of the whip have done wonders for you,” he whispered. Paula couldn’t pretend any more. She was being raped but she didn’t care. She just wanted the release which she knew was coming at any moment. He rammed himself back into her, sinking in up to the hilt and making her cry out. He did it again and again. Her arms were wrapped tight around his broad back now and her legs frantically gripped his thighs. Waves of pure sensual joy began to flood over Paula and she urged him on. Brother Davis began to grunt with effort as his pelvis smacked against her. Frantically she snapped her hips up to meet his thrusts and drive him in even deeper. And at last she felt the waves break, sweeping her away, aware only of his cry of ecstasy and his seed spurting into her.
    He rolled off her before she had even stopped panting and shaking under him and dressed quickly.
    When he stepped out into the corridor he shouted to all of them.
    “Get some rest sluts. You’re going to need it!” Then he left without even looking at her.
    Paula lay dazed and sweating. It was the most devastating orgasm she had ever had and it had been with a brutal man who had insulted her body and hurt her at every turn. Paula closed her eyes in despair. Her first day of captivity wasn’t even over yet and already she felt a million miles away from the person she had been.
     

 

     
     

    Chapter 4
     
     
    They were woken by Sister Lavinia running a riding crop along the bars of their cells.
    “All of you up. Use the toilets and stand by beds!” she yelled.
    Paula found her chain was long enough but realised that as the doors were the full width of the cells there was no privacy. Davis’s semen had dried and crusted on her thighs, she longed for a shower. The brothers re-appeared and unlocked the doors while Paula was still sitting. The one who unlocked her door lingered and smiled at her while she wiped herself, knowing that nothing could be hidden from him.
    “Brother Davis tells me you’re a nice tight little piece. I think I’ll try you myself later on, we don’t get many come in like that,” he said.
    As she stood up, shame and fear making her tremble, he entered and bound her forearms behind her back again and released her collar from the chain. But at least there was no training harness. When they all stood outside their cells again and the girl had at last been released from the pillory, Brother Davis told them that the harnesses would be reserved for wearing after a punishment. They would be taken for their evening meal now, he said.
    At a walking pace this time they were led to a small room with a plain wooden dining table in the middle. At one end stood Sister Lavinia. At the far end there were steaming pots of food with thick slices of bread beside them and a pile of bowls. The smell was delicious. Paula couldn’t remember the last time she had eaten and her mouth watered instantly.
    They were lined up along one wall and Paula could see that all the girls were staring hungrily at the food. But Sister Lavinia pulled a bench away from one wall and set it by the table, then she stood beside it and flexed her riding crop. Paula’s heart fell. She was sure they weren’t going to be allowed to eat just yet. And the Sister’s words confirmed her worst fears.
    “Before you may eat you will come to me and say, ‘I am grateful for my rescue. I submit myself completely to the rules laid down by the Patriarch.’ You will then be beaten and allowed to eat.”
    There was stunned silence as her words sank in. Paula stole glances to her right and left. She saw the others swallowing as fear and hunger fought for control. The choice was stark; either submit or starve, and from what she had seen of the Church she had no