Free Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane Page B

think of was food, and a little pain was a small price to pay. Although her beating still made her dance up onto tiptoes and her eyes flood with tears, it seemed almost petty compared with what they had been through.
    There was still no talking allowed but for the first time the girls met each other’s eyes. They were all looking at each other’s rings and secretive glances and smiles were exchanged. They had something in common now.
    After the meal they were marched back to the room in which they had been imprisoned and set to work on hands and knees, scrubbing the stone floor till their knees were red and the brother who stood over them was satisfied.
    Then they ran. And this time they ran free of chains. Paula found herself intoxicated with the sense of liberation it gave her after all the bondage. And she was aware of how her rings swung from her nipples. Between her thighs she felt the occasional tug from the rings there. But it was such a small discomfort, easily outweighed by the feeling of comradeship she got from running alongside naked girls who had been through what she had. And there was an undeniable glow in her belly when she glanced at the strong young men who wielded such total control with such careless ease.
    In their cells, when they wearily trooped back they found a small tub of cream on the tiny sinks in which they washed. They were told that they should rub the cream onto any traces of beatings at the end of each day and it would help disperse bruising. Paula rubbed it onto her bottom with complete peace of mind, smiling as she heard three more girls being sent to the Lounge. And when she lay down to have her wrists fastened to her collar and the brother leaned close down to her to padlock the chain from the wall to her neck, she breathed in the male scent of him. He turned her nipple rings once more and didn’t need to tell her to open her legs for him to do the same with her labia.
    Paula’s last thoughts before sleep were that WPC Cheever had gone for good. Today she had been changed. She was Number Three until it pleased her masters to return her name.
     

 

     
     

    Chapter 7
     
     
    Two nights later Paula was back in the Lounge.
    She was naked apart from the tiny apron and the tray chained to her wrist. She was bending down to carefully place four glasses of wine on the table for the brothers seated round it. One of them was idly working his fingers inside her while another was stroking her breasts which swayed as she bent and moved. He was running his fingers over the nipples, just catching them enough to tweak them between thumb and forefinger, then pulling playfully at the rings which hung from them. She could feel the tightness as the nipples swelled and stood out while deep in her belly she could feel the hand steadily churning her juices until her eager sex made hungry sucking noises, her hand was trembling as she tried to put the glasses down.
    “This one’s coming on well. Mind you she was a good one to start with,” one of the men said.
    “She fucks willingly enough, but Brother Davis says she isn’t so good with her mouth.”
    The attractions of her long thighs and the unusual tightness of her hole had meant that no-one, apart from Brother Davis had gone in her mouth.
    Another of the men hailed Brother Davis across the room and asked if he knew whether she was any better with her mouth now. Paula blushed and bowed her head. She heard Davis shout back that as far as he knew no-one had tried her. The men were genuinely shocked. One of them made her kneel down and they took a long look at her mouth, admiring the generous lips.
    “We’ve got no-one on display tonight,” the one who had had his hand inside her said. “Why don’t we get one of the sisters to ginger her up a bit and then see to it?”
    There was general agreement and one of the sisters was called over. It was Lavinia.
    “Take this one into the Games Room Sister and show her what to expect if she doesn’t