Convent Education

Chapter 4

The Pit

I was only dimly aware of being dragged into the punishment room. My whole body ached, my scalp sore, tummy still throbbing from where I had been kicked and my bottom a mass of pulsing pain. But worse than this, worse than all my cuts and bruises was the gut wrenching, heart sickening realisation that Caitlin had turned against me. I wished I could fold up and die, what little spark of hope that had sustained me had been crushed as surely as her cruel fingers had crushed the welts on my bottom.

I couldn't cry anymore, I no longer cared what happened to me, I sank into the blackest of despair, my abused body limp. I just wanted this all to end.

I felt Caitlin lower me to the tiled floor and I lay unmoving where she left me. I heard the sound of metal squeaking. Wearily, my breath rasping in my throat, I turned a little to ease the pressure on my bruised bottom.

"Phillipa", I heard her soft voice as if from far away. I clamped my lips shut, my tear-filled eyes closed, wishing I could close my ears as well.

"Phillipa" her voice was louder and harsher. "Open your eyes" she snapped "don't pass out on me now"

Wearily I opened my encrusted eyes. She was bending down over me, behind her I could see a shiny metal grille raised at right angles from the tiles.

"I have to put you in the pit little one " she whispered "it would be easier and better for you if you cooperate".

She picked me up under my arms and helped me to my feet. She half-carried me a few steps towards the metal grille. I groaned as I saw it was actually a hinged grating with a thick iron frame and cross bars into the middle of which was set a small round hoop. The spaces between the bars were covered with a fine metal grille. It was about three-foot square and was the lid for Perspex type metal framed box buried in the floor, some three foot deep.

" Come here and sit on the edge Phillipa" Caitlin instructed "and I will lower you in". I whimpered a weary protest, it looked so small but my spirit utterly broken I did as she said. I winced as I sat on my bottom, legs dangling over the empty box, though the cool tiles did provide some relief for my hot abused skin. She carefully placed her hands under my arms and eased me down.

The thick plastic was cold and I slowly folded at the knees till I was squatting on the floor; my back pressed against one wall, sitting on my haunches; feet flat and knees raised in front of me. There wasn't enough room to stretch them out very far. I folded my arms round my legs and rested my head on my knees. I leant forward so as to ease the pressure on my throbbing buttocks.

"Keep your head down girl " Caitlin instructed as she lowered the grilled lid till I heard it clang softly as it closed. I heard the sound of metal rasping on metal and looked up briefly. The grille just above my head was a series of crisscrossed thin bars letting in light and sound. The apertures were quite small however; not quite a finger width wide but at least the light could filter down. I was slightly claustrophobic and I gritted my teeth trying not to panic.

I heard steps on the tiles and a shadow fell across the grille. It was Sister Theresa. I peered up.

"All bedded down I see " she commented. "Now lets get you secured and we can all get some sleep". With that I saw her stoop, a large padlock in her hands and I heard a clanging sound. She rose and slipped a key under her habit. I dropped my head back onto my knees, heard the sound of them leaving the room and then the room was plunged into darkness.

The realisation that I was going to have to stay like this all night, in the dark, squatting naked in a plastic box set in the floor finally filtered through to my consciousness. I shivered, my head resting on my knees.

I don't know how long I sat there cramped and cold. The silence was oppressive, the blackness covering me like a dark shroud. From time to time I tried to move as my muscles cramped. My aches and pains all melting together in one mass of hurt. I called out from time to time, more to hear my own voice, to relieve my terror than in the expectation of getting an answer.

A sudden pain from my bladder made me groan, I needed to pee but the thought of squatting here in my own urine made me shudder in horror. I didn't even want to consider the state of my bowels, that was too humiliating and gross to even think about.

I had no idea of the passage of time. My misery measured by the pounding beats of my heart, the aching of my abused body. Whimpering with from time to time with despair, I crouched, imprisoned in my box, bruised and desolate.

Suddenly I jerked up, something catching my attention. It was a soft brushing noise. Then I saw a faint light flickering across the grating over my head. A soft voice whispered,

"Phillipa, are you awake?". It was Caitlin.

I shivered but I no longer cared about her, about anything and I pressed my lips together refusing to answer; her betrayal still hurting me so. A light shone down directly through the grating and I blinked at the sudden blinding whiteness, then covered my eyes with my trembling hands.

"Ahh " she murmured softly " you are awake". She moved the light so it shone across the grating and not in my eyes. "I have to use a torch, I can't put the main lights on" she said softly" that will activate the CCTV but at least the surveillance system doesn't have sound"

I nodded; lips dry and shifted uncomfortably on the hard cold plastic. Her shadow fell across the grill as she crouched closer.

"I am sorry I hurt you" she whispered "but if Sister thinks I have gone soft on you then she will hand you over to Aisha's care and she is really sadistic and seems to have taken a dislike to you. She is a psychopath and one of her charges last year tried to commit suicide."

I groaned as I listened, remembering how nasty Aisha had been. I looked up at Caitlin and tried to smile " It's ok" I croaked " just I am so bewildered at what is happening and ", here I paused trying to collect my thoughts despite the pain and cold.

"I don't understand any of this Caitlin, why girls are beaten so savagely, why Priests are so vile and what you meant about Anna being sold and potential customers wanting to see me. I thought this was a convent school?"

I heard her sigh softly and she turned a little and sat close to the grille. " Put your fingers to the mesh Phillipa and let me touch the tips while I explain". I raised my hand and pressed it against the mesh. I felt her warm fingertips just touching mine. She lowered her head close to the grille and her soft voice washed over me as she spoke.

"Joining part way through term meant you missed the introduction lectures so this all must be bewildering as well as frightening. First and foremost - yes it is a well-respected Convent School for girls. There are some two hundred ranging in age from thirteen to eighteen. It's exclusive and private. However " here she paused and I heard a catch in her voice,

"There are also some thirty Penitent girls. These are girls, up to 16 in age with no families or who are considered troublesome. The Monseigneur and Mother Superior select about eight each year. They take girls at thirteen from either the orphanage they run or from Care Homes. Occasionally they accept girls whose families want to dump them somewhere as being a problem. They are conditioned and trained, by various means, some of which you have experienced." Here she paused and pushed her fingers hard against the mesh so the pads pressed against mine. I was shivering as I listened to this horror.

"What happens to them" I asked "what are they trained for?"

"They are trained to serve " she muttered, her voice low, "trained as slaves, indoctrinated and humiliated, beaten, tortured and cowed till they have been broken."

"But why ?" I asked, my voice faltering.

"For money " she groaned " or as a source of docile servants for the Church.

I gulped, not able to credit what I was hearing. I had heard about white slavery, girls kidnapped or tricked into prostitution but this was a Catholic School! I shook my head unbelievingly.

"I still don't understand" I wailed it can't happen here"

"It can and does" She answered her voice breaking, "Has been for many many years, its highly organised and very efficient. Who cares about what happens to problem girls, they can just be made to disappear. If anyone ever bothers to check then they are told the girl has found a vocation here or abroad as a Nun. It's a closed order and who is going to dispute what a Bishop and Mother Superior say?"

"But" I objected " surely the other girls, nuns, someone must know what's happening"?

"Some may" she said " but most just mind their own business. It's easy for Nuns who ask too many questions to be shipped out to less desirable locations. You need to understand just how powerful the Hierarchy is here. They control everything".

I groaned as I listened quietly my despair deepening with every word she spoke.

"And whom would they tell? " She continued, "who would believe them when the place is under the control and protection of a respected Bishop, a revered Mother Superior. They just have to say the girl is on drugs, mentally unstable.

Anyway " she continued " they pick key staff to conduct the filthy business who have their own secrets to hide and their own perversions to indulge. This is a closed Society; people don't want to rock the boat. Some, like Father Ignatius who you met earlier, are perverts and enjoy it. You have yet to meet some of the Lay Brothers, many have a violent or sexual history. It's a good place for the Church to dump problem clerics. The Bishop carefully recruits staff who can indulge their own "pleasures" and won't divulge secrets.

I groaned and dropped my hand to my knees and bent my head in despair. " It's still incredible" I whispered.

"Is that what you meant about Anna being bought and paid for? "My voice trembled.

"Yes " said Caitlin softly; " She was optioned two years ago by a wealthy Japanese couple, when she is sixteen she will be shipped off to them. The price was $200,000 I believe".

"Two hundred thousand dollars " I exclaimed???

Caitlin nodded "Don't forget the Purchaser gets a young girl, suitably trained if required, with no history, no family to worry about, and untraceable. There are many willing to pay that for young pretty girl who they get to own utterly. When they are done with her she may still have a value for onward sale somewhere".

"If a girl lasts say 30 years till her mid 40's- as a sex toy, slave or servant that's only six thousand dollars a year- cheap by anyone's standards.

I sat there in that small plastic box, naked and shivering, hurting and terrified. I lifted my head and asked softly, my voice shaking,

" They said this was only till I was 16. My Aunt and Dad know where I am."

"Sure" she said " and it was your Aunt who committed you here. If in time they get told you have found a vocation here and wish to enter the Order then that's it. Their potential problem is solved. Your file says you have a large inheritance so no doubt your family and the Convent will split that as well".

I shivered as the enormity of my predicament struck me.

"What will happen to me then", my voice shaking filled with terror.

"They will video and film you, making a complete record of all that happens to you here. Those pictures, films and videos of the penitent girls are worth a fortune to pornographic and BDSM web sites. They will train and condition you, physically and psychologically, if they receive an offer for you, which they almost certainly will, then they may also channel your training to whatever particular aspect of slavery and perversion your ultimate Owner requires."

I heard the catch in her voice and despite all that had happened to me, despite all my hurt and confusion I felt a twinge of concern for her.

"Were you a penitent girl " I asked softly not wanting to hear any more about my probable fate.

"Yes" she said, " I was brought here from the Orphanage some six years ago.

"But you are still here" I looked up at her and asked " Weren't you sold?"

She didn't answer but moved the torch to the other side of the grille so it shone across and on her. She turned her back and sitting on the edge of the grille leant backwards a little so I could see her back. She slowly slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and down to her waist. Her back was bare and I gasped in horror.

Her whole back from her shoulder blades down to her waist was scarred. Deep ugly scars that pitted her flesh. She turned slightly. I gasped again as I saw a wicked scar curling round from her back to her right breast. It was so deep that the flesh was puckered and yellowish. Her breast was disfigured; the scar ran as far as her nipple distorting the shape of her breast.

Quickly she covered herself and turned leaning over the grille. Her green eyes were moist as she looked at me and whispered.

"Who would want me Phillipa, disfigured and ugly as I am?"

" Oh my god " My voice shook " what happened?"

"I tried to escape " she muttered " and was captured by the some of the Lay Brothers. They used me and then whipped me, too enthusiastically as it turned out, then returned me here".

"But "she continued " I had the option of staying here as a novitiate and am training as a medical assistant. Penitent girls who aren't sold by the age of sixteen are kept till eighteen and then either passed on to become housekeepers to Parish priests or taken into service here or abroad in one of the other organisations run by the Bishop.

Its not too bad" she continued " food and a roof over your head, a sheltered life, plenty of opportunities for sport or cultural pursuits. Outside I would have nothing"

I nodded slowly trying to digest all this, trying to understand.

They won't sell me yet then" I asked my voice quivering?

"No" she replied " you may be optioned but invariably girls are kept here till sixteen.

"So" she continued a slight catch in her voice " I am lucky really " I had been optioned to a Middle Eastern Sheik so God knows how and where I would have ended up. Monseigneur was furious with the Brothers responsible of course. That whipping hurt His pocket almost as much as it hurt me. No one wants an ugly slave!"

I reached up a trembling hand and pressed my fingers hard against the grille. "I don't think you are ugly " I whispered. She looked at me and smiled softly and pressed her hand to the metal lid and our fingertips touched. The diffused light from the torch softening the contours of her face.

I shivered, not from cold, which I was; not from hurt, and I was hurting; but because a warm feeling suddenly lifted my heart.

" I have to go before I am missed" she said "be brave little one, I will try and slip you some water tomorrow but I will not be able to get anything for you to eat. The lid is bolted down and only Sister Theresa has the key. Try and remember if I have to hurt you over the next five days I will have no choice and it will hurt me also!"

She lifted her hand briefly, pressed her fingertips to her lips and pressed them one last time against the grille. I did the same feeling the warm moistness of her kiss on my fingertips.

She rose and I heard the soft pattering of her feet as the light from her torch gradually faded away.

I kept my fingers pressed against the grille for ages, all she had told me swirling round inside my head. I shuddered and dropped my hand; curled my arms round my knees and wept; my tears coating my bare knees as I wearily rested my head. There was still lots I didn't understand, didn't yet believe but I was too tired and hurt to think.

All through that long dark night I squatted in that horrid box. I dozed a little but then the aches in my legs and my haunches would wake me. My bottom throbbed where I had been caned. I felt so thirsty.

I had no idea of how long passed or what the time was but suddenly I was aware of light shining brightly over my head. I blinked and eased my aching stiff body. My lips were dry and cracked and my throat hurt.

I heard soft footsteps on the tiled floor and raised my head looking up through the grille.

"Caitlin?", my voice croaked as I saw a white robe towering over the grating.

"Caitlin, Caitlin? " A familiar but unwelcome voice asked, "Who is Caitlin pinkie girl?"

Shuddering, recognising the harsh voice of Aisha, I shielded my eyes from the blinding light streaming in through the grating.

"Do you mean MISS Caitlin?" Her voice was mocking, "That's very familiar of you pinkie" she hissed.

"Has MISS Caitlin been sniffing round you pinkie?"

I gulped and shook my head "No Miss Aisha " I croaked through my dry bruised lips.

"Never no mind " she almost chortled " MISS Caitlin is going to be busy for a few days, but you are soooooo lucky as you have me to keep an eye on you".

My heart dropped, I felt a wash of despair flooding through me at the thought of Caitlin not being here.

"Time to get up " she chuckled.

I blinked; perhaps they were going to let me out after all I thought? My spirits lifted a little, I would do anything to get out. I wanted to pee so badly my stomach ached; the thought of being able to stretch my aching cramped muscles was so welcome.

I heard the sound of what seemed like an engine and squinting I peered up through the grating. It was hard to make make out what was happening. I saw what appeared to be a chain with a large hook on the end descending from the ceiling above the grating. Flinching as it clanged on the metal lid, I watched, puzzled as a pair of dark brown hands lifts the heavy hook up. The chain above went taut the engine whine increasing and I screamed as I felt my prison box being lifted. I jammed my arms and feet against the thick plastic walls as I realised the purpose of the round hoop I had seen on the lid last night.

Slowly the box was lifted with me inside panting with fear, my body rigid. The walls cleared the side of the pit and I squeezed my eyes shut as the light flooded in on all sides through the clear plastic. The noise stopped and my prison rocked a little. I opened my eyes slowly; my arms and feet still jammed against the walls. The box was suspended gently swinging about five-foot in the air over the pit. My head at the same level as Aisha's smiling face peering at me through the clear walls.

"So " she grinned evilly "now you are up pinkie. How does it feel?"

I looked at her face, biting my lips. I felt nauseous as if from vertigo. It was frightening suspended in a clear walled box swaying gently, high off the ground.

" Sorry about the absence of breakfast" she chuckled "but it seems our little pinkie has been very very naughty, so nothing to eat or drink." She almost cackled and I remembered with horror Caitlin's assessment of her. Her dark brown eyes were hard and dilated and I wondered if she was on drugs.

"Now " she muttered " let's see, where were we last night? Oh I remember" she continued obviously not expecting an answer "I was going to check if you had a cunny or a cocky to go with those pitifully small tits" With this she slowly circled the box, eyes glittering.

I pressed my legs together my arms wrapped round my knees. She made a full circle and then grinned wickedly "what you hiding pinkie " she almost giggled. " If you don't spread your arms and your legs more I will have to rock you a little and you wont like that". With this she pushed the box and I squealed as it tipped. My raw buttocks screamed in protest as they slid against the hard plastic.

"Please stop" I gabbled. Red faced and feeling sick I hastily pushed my arms out as far as I could, spreading my thighs, bracing my body.

She stopped the swinging box and stared at my nakedness through the walls.

"I see your titties still haven't grown" she laughed " and your little cunt looks all lonely. Didn't it get to feel Daddy's cock " she asked mockingly? "Perhaps Caitlin had plans for it, too bad she isn't around!"

I squatted uncomfortable, displayed to her mocking gaze, my teeth biting into my bottom lip, knowing it would be dangerous to respond to her taunts.

At the periphery on my vision I saw the glass windowed door that led to the shower/examination room open. A tall brown robed figure carrying a naked girl over his shoulder entered. Aisha turned her attention from me and smiled at the newcomer.

"Good morning Brother David" she cooed. " How are you this fine morning and what have you there". She pointed at the naked girl who was hanging limply over his broad shoulder. As he approached I could see her naked legs, thighs and bottom covered in blotches, bruises and welts.

"Top of the morning to you Aisha" a pleasant male voice answered in a lilting Irish brogue."This is your Emma who needs your tender attention". I sneaked a look at him as I folded my arms back across my chest and closed my thighs. He was quite tall with a shock of jet-black slightly curly hair that draped down a little over his broad forehead. His eyes were deep blue and he had an infectious smile, dimpled cheeks and chin. He looked about 30 and was very "fit".

"Oh Emma is it" Aisha's voice was suddenly harsh " and what's the problem?"

"The problem dear Miss Aisha " he replied " is that she is useless. It was like fucking a bag of wet spaghetti".

I flinched; still not accustomed to how casually and easily they swore here.

"Indeed " said Aisha tartly " well I will have to attend to that then. "Can't have the Brothers not enjoying their weekly orgy. How were the other two" she enquired solicitously?

"Excellent " He chuckled, "especially that Emily. She has the most amazing cunt control. I swear she could milk the sap from a dried twig". He laughed at his own metaphor. "The two girls are showering and should be ready for classes in time. But this one offered no sport at all. It's boring after a while getting no response. Even skull fucking loses its appeal when the girl is virtually comatose"

With that he deposited Emma on the table with little regard for her welfare and turned to look at me.

"Sooooo" he drawled " and what do we have here"? He stepped closer to my box and peered at me through the wall." A pretty little caged bird" he grinned at me mockingly.

"This is Phillipa" Aisha retorted. " The newly arrived girl who attacked Monseigneur".

"To be sure" he laughed "so this is the little firebrand that has been the talk of the Residence? He cocked a thick eyebrow as his eyes wandered over me. "She looks perfectly docile to me. How old is she " he asked turning to Aisha " ten or eleven?".

"Just thirteen according to her file" retorted Aisha " but I agree she looks very young".

He turned back, " spread your arms and thighs little birdie " he said "let the rat see the cheese". He guffawed as his eyes danced over me. I flinched and looked at Aisha.She looked at me menacingly and made as if to rock the box again.

Reluctantly but dreading being shunted around again I slowly spread my arms and legs.

"Hmmmm" he murmured " sweet sweet young cunt-meat. I want some of that".

Aisha snorted "No way Brother, you know the rules, she is still under age for general use and is due to be set up for the Option Auction. She has a week of punishment due and then another appointment with the Bishop"

" Pity " the Brother replied his lascivious eyes raking me." So she hasn't been cock trained yet " he said?

Aisha did one of her silly giggles "No, not yet, still a virgin apparently, she has yet to meet Brother Daniel and to receive the attentions of Father Ignatius"

"Raise her a little higher" commanded, his voice thick " Let's at least get a good look at her arse and cunt"

At that Aisha pressed some controls and my box was slowly winched up to just above the height of his head. Then Aisha made it swing out a little till it was no longer over the pit. I gasped the movement of the box making my vertigo worse.

Brother David stepped under the box. A knocking under me made me glance down between my spread legs. I saw his his face leering up at me. He licked his lips slowly and suggestively bent his dark head back and pressed his mouth to the glass beneath me. He licked the glass and then moved his face forward till it disappeared under me, tongue still extended.

He mumbled something that I couldn't hear. Aisha leaned nearer the top of the box and hissed" He wants you to slide your hands down to your cunt-lips pinkie and spread them wide"

I gulped but not wanting to antagonise her I slid my hands down between my splayed thighs. Slowly I peeled back my labia knowing he could now see my inner lips and the soft red flesh at the entrance to my vagina.

Despite how tired, sore and thirsty I felt, despite the humiliation and embarrassment of my position I felt a thrill of excitement at being displayed like this so close to a man's eyes and tongue. I knew I was safe from him in the box so I spread myself as wide as I could, lifting a little from the floor showing him my welted red bottom as well.

Red faced at my actions I quickly squatted again and raised my hands, placing them back on my knees. His smiling face appeared at the side of the wall and he grinned at me as Aisha slowly lowered the hoist to eye level again.

"Very pretty girl" he smiled, his blue eyes dancing "A cunt to sigh for" he chortled,"and a virgin red striped arse to plunder I warrant"

With that he swatted Aisha on the bottom and left.

Aisha manoeuvred the hoist and lowered the box back into the pit. "I have duties to attend to pinkie " she snapped "See you later".

Hastily I pleaded, " could I have a drink please Miss"?

She ignored my entreaty and, her robes rustling, she walked out of my sight.

Embarrassed at how I had felt, hating the tingle of excitement that had snaked through my body as I sat exposed so close to His mouth and eyes, I slumped back into my plastic prison buried in the floor....

To be continued..