Free Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane Page A

Master!” she wailed, “let me go!”
    No hint of expression passed over the man’s face, he simply went on patiently pushing his fingers up into her, withdrawing them and then playing with her pleasure bud. Paula wept with the pain and frustration but gradually, incredibly, in the midst of the pain she felt her belly begin to feel hot and moist. At her breasts she felt the tightness and throb of her perforated nipples erecting. She knew her clitoris would be taut and full, pushing up from its hood of soft flesh, begging shamelessly for more. The man must have felt the juices begin to lubricate her because his movements became faster. Paula moaned in absolute humiliation, she was practically crucified and still her body was being made to feel excitement. But she couldn’t deny her own sensations, and to judge by the increased writhings and cries on either side of her, she wasn’t alone. Slowly, just as the pain of the long day had escalated into agony, now the enforced pleasure began to escalate into ecstasy. The man’s fingers were now sliding easily into her. It felt like his whole hand was going up and her channel was gripping it eagerly. Trying to pull him further in.
    With a cry of despair Paula submitted to the madness of being taken to an orgasm at exactly the same time as she was suffering the worst pain she had ever endured. Her stomach spasmed and her hips bucked to meet the relentless probing of the hand deep in her sex; she let her head fall back and her body take her over completely. She was beyond thought, her sex lips quivered and spasmed in their turn, ripples ran through her belly again and there was a voice shouting hoarsely. “Yes! For God’s sake go on! Yes!” It was hers.
    Despite its almost impossible position her body arched even further and she shook in every limb as a blinding storm of sensual overload sent her into frantic spasms for one more devastating time. And then it was over. The man’s hand withdrew and left her lips quivering in the aftermath of the orgasm and her stomach muscles still knotting. Only then did he untie her.
    As each girl was freed she fell to her knees, sobbing and gasping, confused and dazed. Slowly they began to massage feeling back into cramped limbs as the aftershocks died away. The astonishment of the orgasm and the pleasure of release was so great that even their rings were forgotten.
    Brother Davis spoke again. “Today the Church of Ultimate Purification has taught you that those who God put in mastery over you have the absolute authority to bestow pain or pleasure on you. We will bestow or inflict whichever pleases us, and whichever will best train you. You have also learned that the worst thing that can happen to you is for your masters to leave you.”
    “Yes Master!” came an immediate and fervent chorus, as ten memories recalled the long horrors of the day.
    Paula realised that in her exhausted state there was only one emotion now; gratitude that the men on whom they depended so completely had come back for them. Yes, let it be pain or pleasure Master but don’t leave me again.
    Brother Davis surveyed the floor under the bars. “You will be taken for your evening meal and before you are exercised afterwards, you will return and scrub this floor clean. Do you understand?”
    Again there was an unhesitating chorus. “Yes Master!”
    At the command to stand Paula and the others climbed stiffly up and waited to be chained again. She was so grateful to be free of the bars that the prospect of a chain, even one running between her legs didn’t seem too bad. So she greeted the news that tonight they would be allowed to walk freely, with nothing but joy and further gratitude.
    In an obedient line they walked back to their dining room where Sister Lavinia waited for them.
    As the line shuffled towards her and her crop, Paula didn’t really notice how they all put so much more feeling into the words they spoke before bending over the bench. All she could