To Obey
by Fire-Bird.
Chapter 104 "Oubliette"
Ivy twisted her wrists to relieve some of the pressure on them by the cuffs. She
had been chained to the wall. Although the Monks believed her about Priest they
didn't entirely trust her. The Head Monk commanded for her to be 'restricted'
until they had a chance to discuss the situation. Ivy didn't care at that
moment. She was just glad to have the vibrator out of her cunt. She stood with
her back against the cold hard wall, and waited.
In a chamber a few rooms away the discussion was heated. The Head Monk listened
to the advice and opinions of his brothers. Many of them were against the idea
that Priest could have been killed, but when they were shown the severed penis
they quickly changed their tunes.
After half an hour of arguing, threats and broken promises the Head Monk stood
up and commanded for silence. All the brothers stopped their finger pointing and
looked to their leader.
"Brothers, we have a difficult decision here. Normally we would avenge a
brother's death by purging the murderer and his family. Unfortunately we have
two problems, one that the murder in question is an ally of ours. Two, the woman
claims that Priest's conduct was unbefitting of him as a brother. We can't in
all good consciousness agree with his behavior if what she says is true."
He paused for effect then continued.
"At this stage unless someone has any extra information I'm going to pray for
Priest's immortal soul and simply forget the matter."
There was a slight muttering amongst the brethren but everyone seemed to be in
agreement. Until one of the younger Monk's spoke up.
"Sir, if I may. There is one train of thought which we might not have
considered. Perhaps this woman has been sent here to distract us while our ally
attacks the monastery."
The Head Monk wasn't happy.
"Nonsense! I've known John for years and he wouldn't do such a thing. No, I
think this matter has gone too far already. No more shall be said. And brother,"
The Head Monk indicated the last speaker. "Since you're so fond of the woman,
you can have her placed into one of the oubliettes."
The brethren all agreed and then left for some dinner.
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Five of the girls selected lined up. John looked at the girls. Their athletic
bodies would make most models green with envy. He recognized Karen and Rebecca
Thornton with Natasha in the middle. The other two were the Henderson girls, Sue
and Jane.
"Right slaves, over to the table and line up facing it. NOW!"
The girls moved quickly as John walked over to them. With the help of two of the
porters the girls were bent over the low table with their arms tied down and
pulled out in front of them. Each of their ankles was tied to their neighbor's
ankle and secured down with steel pegs. The position fully exposed their cunts
and assholes to anyone behind them. The girls looked up as John stood in front
of them.
"Morning Sluts. Today we're going to have some fun. I want to practice my
shooting and also get some good old ass caning in. In a few moments the porters
will grease your cunts and holes. But I've got something special for you all."
John removed five dildo gags. Each gag had a three inch plastic cock. However
each penis had a whistle in the cock. John lifted each girl's head and jammed
the cock into the mouths. He tied off the gag and went to the next girl.
"Right, that's that. Listen up. You are to breath through your nose and not
through the gag. When I make a shot on your body I want you to blow into the gag
making it whistle as loud as possible. If I don't hear anything then it's ten
lashes with the cane. Got that? Good."
The girls looked at each other and as one put their heads on the table. Who knew
what John would be shooting at them. A few seconds later the porters came past
and wiped the girls' asses and cunts with lube. They weren't gentle about it and
were literally pushing their fists into the girls assholes.
A few minutes went by. The girls enjoyed the sun on their backs. They were
worried about what was about to happen but until it did, were content to just
rest. Fifty meters away John was checking his air-rifle. He loaded a BB pellet
into the barrel, took aim towards the girls and fired.
The girls didn't hear or see anything. The pellet flew overhead and into the
field. John reloaded and took aim. He aimed at Natasha and fired. A second later
Natasha's whistle sounded although John thought it was more of a scream then any
actual attempt at whistling. With his aim perfect John fired close to fifty
pellets at the girls' bottoms, thighs and cunts. Each time a pellet hit the girl
responded. From the girls end it was hell. Their asses were burning up big time
and they wished for someone to rub their bottoms.
John was cocking his crossbow when TC Dante, one of John's best teachers, came
out. They joked around for a while and then had a small competition to see who
could make the girl whistle the loudest. Time after time the girls screamed into
their gags and tried to whistle but the pain was becoming too unbearable.
John shot a pellet right into Sue Henderson's asshole. Sue nearly fainted from
the pain. John sent one of the porter's down to give Sue ten lashes with the
cane for not whistling. Both TC and John counted out loud as the cane struck
Sue's ass again and again. With the competition over TC watched as John tested
his crossbow.
John and TC moved in closer as accuracy with a flying dildo isn't good over
fifteen meters. John took aim with the crossbow and shot a flying dildo at
Natasha. It bounced painfully of her right buttock. John compensated and fired
again. The dildo flew through the air like a dream and rammed itself deep into
Natasha's cunt. Natasha nearly died from the shock penetration. She didn't
whistle so John and TC counted off ten more lashes to Nat's ass.
John got considerable better at shooting the dildo and sunk then into the girl's
asses and cunts. After an hour John got tired of the game and ordered that each
girl be rewarded with ten lashes on both their backs and tits for their
partipation. _______________________________
Ivy was relieved when the Monk came over and removed her cuffs. She rubbed her
aching wrists and followed the small monk. After a few minutes Ivy couldn't bare
the silence.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
The Monk muttered, "To the kitchens."
'Thank God.' thought Ivy. 'Finally some food.'
True to his word the Monk delivered Ivy to the kitchen. Some of the female staff
busied themselves by giving Ivy dinner. Ivy didn't say no and ate and drunk
heartily. Every now and then she looked over to the Monk and beckoned him over
to share her food. But he didn't move or even react to her actions. Ivy
continued eating. She watched as the cloaked women went quickly about their
duties of preparing food.
There were a couple of slave girls there too. They were completely naked and had
all their hair from their heads and crotch shaved off. The girls followed their
orders immediately and quickly. Ivy thought she recognized some of them that she
trained at the school.
Forty minutes later Ivy was stuffed and replete. She felt like she had eaten her
own weight in food. She stood up and thanked the staff. The brother turned to
the women and said a couple of words in a language Ivy hadn't heard before. Two
of the women stopped what they were doing and walked over to Ivy. Ivy was
blindfolded, they took her hands and led her into a corridor behind the kitchen.
After a fifty meter walk they entered into a smaller chamber.
Ivy stopped as the women stopped. They released her hands but quickly told her
to leave the blindfold on. After a minute Ivy felt a rope being tied expertly
around her wrists and ankles. She heard something clicking in the background and
slowly felt her arms being raised above her head. Within a few seconds she was
lifted off the ground but it felt like there was a huge weight on her ankles to
stop her swinging.
Her blindfold was removed. Ivy waited for her eyes to adjust to the light and
looked around. The only light source was from a lantern that one of the women
had. The women put the lantern down and helped swing Ivy above a hole. It was
totally black inside. The weight on her legs was heavy and Ivy strained to move.
She yelled at the women. "What are you doing?!"
One looked up and silently said, "You're being place into an oubliette. Quiet
please."
Despite the screaming and yelling the women carried on lowering Ivy into the
dark hole. They lowered her for about thirty meters but to Ivy it seemed like
miles. The women locked the crank into place and left. Ivy was now totally in
the dark. No sound, no light, nothing.
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