Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or to any actual locations or communities etc. is purely coincidental. The Catholic theme is used only as vehicle for the story as that is one familiar to the Author . The power wielded by Religion is strong and like all power it carries within it the potential for abuse. It could just have easily and without prejudice, have had any other religious setting but if this offends you please don't read it.

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Chapter 1

Plans go Awry

I shuddered looking round the dimly lit room. Crucifixes, candles and Holy Pictures everywhere. The last 8 hours or so had been a blur. I could still feel the effects of whatever it was Auntie had put in my tea that morning. I was disorientated remembering only vaguely the journey from London. My mouth was dry and I was still having trouble concentrating.

A black robed figure, austere bare face framed by gleaming white dimple, watched me from behind a large oak desk. Her face was like withered parchment; her eyes were cold and grey, like chips of granite. She looked ancient, certainly to this thirteen-year-old girl perched nervously on a hard wooden chair trying to get a grip on reality.

"So " She said " tell me something of our little one here and why this emergency?" - She inclined her head towards me.

My Aunt sitting next to me sighed...

" Mother Superior it is a sad thing I must relate concerning this wretched girl". She took a deep breath; I shivered knowing nothing nice about me was going to escape her cruel thin lips. She continued...

" This one here " she turned and looked at me her face registering disgust " has the mark of Satan Himself on her. She is guilty of moral turpitude"

With that, to me incomprehensible remark, she sat back, eyes glittering as she looked at me with contempt.

I blinked and my heart sank. It sure sounded bad, though I had no idea what "turpitude" meant.

The Nun sitting behind the desk leaned forward.

" Exactly how immoral has she been then my dear Bridie, as you know, this convent school for the daughters of the best catholic families in all of Ireland, has it's reputation to consider. The girls here are chaste and unworldly and it only takes one bad apple to corrupt the barrel".

My Aunt clutched the purse she held on her lap more tightly.

"Sure " she said, her accent had become more pronounced as soon as we had landed at Dublin. "That is of course the reason we are here- if anyone can save this girl from hell's damnation then surely it's the Nun's of the Sacred Heart." She blessed herself as she finished.

" Hmmm " The Mother Superior leaned forward a little " well as you know Bridie it is only the fact that your dear father, may God protect him, is a Knight Of St Columbus and one of the church's most respected Professors of Theology that I agreed to see you. It is part way through term and the school is full."

She paused and her gimlet eyes bore into mine briefly before switching back to my Aunt.

"Pray continue and give me more details of Phillipa here, her background and her fall from grace. She looks too young to have sinned so grievously as not to be capable of redemption".

I closed my eyes, trying to check the flood of tears threatening to spill down my cheeks. The stark surroundings, the almost medieval language and manners filling me with dread. As my Aunt started to tell the attentive Nun about me I shut out her droning sycophantic voice.

I knew I had been naughty but it was my dad who had tried to rape me! My aunt was placing all the blame on me and I shuddered recalling the last three days. The weekend that had started so full of promise ending in despair, here this Sunday evening in a convent school miles from civilisation in the depths of the Irish countryside. A soft groan escaped my lips as I recalled the events that had brought me here.

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I hadn't seen my real father for ages. Well, I saw him briefly at Mum's funeral, following her car crash some eight months previously but he hardly spoke and I was too distraught to take much notice of him. He worked abroad and was rarely in England. I had spent some holidays with him after he and Mum divorced but it got less and less each year. After the funeral he had agreed to let me stay on at boarding school and in the care of my friend's family. He seemed happy to not have to deal with me and returned abroad almost immediately.

The previous Friday I had journeyed up to London to stay with him for the weekend. He had said he wanted to discuss my future and I was excited at the thought of seeing him again. The last eight months had been a bad time and only my friends and especially Christine, my best friend Claire's mum had made it bearable. I was an only child and Mum was an orphan so I had no other close relatives. My father was from Ireland so all his family was there. I never saw them after he and Mum split some 6 years previously.

He had met me at the railway station in London. I think he was astonished at how I had grown. He kept looking at me and shaking his head. "I hardly recognised you" was his first comment.

I thought at first it was because he disapproved of me. I had taken care to dress nicely. It was important to make a good impression, as he was all the family I really had now. I had selected a crisp white blouse and a not too short plaid skirt with "sensible" kitten-heel black shoes and white knee stockings.

He hugged me, teasingly remarking that I was a young woman now and not the little girl he remembered. I had grown 3 inches since last year and more than that round my boobs and hips. I guessed he hadn't realised that girls do grow up (and out) quickly after they reach puberty. I really liked him - he was funny and witty and quite good looking. I thought he looked a lot like George Clooney whom I really had a pash for. I was excited at the chance to get to know him better. We went for a meal and He let me text a pic of him to Claire and I grinned and showed him her reply.

"Mmmmm he is FIT". She had texted back

So then I had to explain what fit meant and he almost blushed. Anyway he told me he had been promoted, would not be travelling so much and had taken a flat in town- Canary Wharf - which is mega loot! He hadn't remarried. He asked about school and Christine, was I happy still there, did I have boyfriend yet, all catching up stuff. I had been boarding weekly at school in Sussex and staying with Claire at weekends since Mum died. I explained that I wanted to carry on like that. I loved being with them, they had lots of room and Christine was like a Mum to me.

We eventually went back to his apartment, which overlooked the Thames. I showered and changed into a crop top, a short pleated skirt and sneakers. The evening passed quickly. We talked and talked and talked. I noticed that he drank a lot. I confess I did flirt a bit. I had been slowly discovering and exploring my ability to sexually excite guys. It was a heady feeling, knowing they liked looking at my body, seeing how I could affect them. It was easy with boys but it was intoxicating knowing mature men found me sexually attractive.

I made sure as artfully as I could that he could admire my budding boobs, which nestled snugly in my new under wired "A" cup lace bra. As we both relaxed after our initial awkwardness I sprawled out on a large arm chair in the lounge; my skirt carelessly hiked up my bare legs, knowing my pale blue lace panties looked sexy. He let me have a glass off wine while he drank his whiskey. It was so refreshing to be treated like an young adult.

I saw him glancing frequently at my breasts and bare legs and thighs. I felt excited and slightly wicked. I tried, without being obvious, to see if he had an erection. Eventually he sighed and, looking at the clock said it was my bedtime. I went to hug him goodnight, slid onto his lap and cuddled him. I was sure I could feel him hard under my bottom as I wriggled around.

Looking back, I realised how naughty I had been but I enjoyed the excitement of arousing him without feeling in any danger. I wasn't used to being this intimately close to an older man. I still had difficulty relating to him as my Dad. I really enjoyed the slight sexual tension I could feel. I kissed him goodnight went to bed happy and confident that everything was going to be ok.

Then the fly in the ointment - his SISTER the dreaded Irish witch. She arrived the next day, Saturday while I was out sightseeing round London. I had got back quite tired. I said hello to my Aunt Bridie, who I had only met once or twice before. She lived in Dublin with her father and younger brother. She was very abrupt with me and looked at me disdainfully, obviously not approving of my brief denim shorts and 'FCUK' shirt. The atmosphere later at dinner that evening was a bit strained and I quickly made my excuses and went to my room. I dozed for a while still feeling happy that we had sorted out my immediate future. Later as I went to the loo I heard raised voices from his study. He and Aunt Bridie were arguing and I had heard my name. I crept closer and eavesdropped.

"The girl is but a child Gerald " my aunt's voice made me shiver " but she dresses and acts like a harlot. She probably has not seen the inside of a Church for ages and she belongs with a true catholic family, not heathen strangers"

My father muttered something I couldn't quite catch. Aunt Bridie was hitting her stride now....

" I am her godmother in case you forget dear brother and I am responsible for her moral and religious upbringing. Do you want her to end up like her slut of a mother you married?" Her voice finished on a triumphal note. " She belongs back In Ireland where her family comes from and at a good Catholic girl's school before she loses her immortal soul"

I seethed with anger at the reference to my Mum. Tears filling my eyes I blundered back to my room. I picked up my mobile, keyed in Claire's number code with shaking fingers. I told her what I had overheard and how our plans for me to stay with her were being thwarted. The thought of being torn away from the school and friends I loved reduced me to tears of despair.

Claire was as always calm and positive. Though only four months older than me, she was much more experienced. She even had a regular boy friend. I know she hadn't done "it" either yet but she had wanked him off I knew.

"Ok" said Claire after I told her what I had overheard " you need to do three things-

First- persuade you Dad that you are happy with us and still need the comfort of familiar surroundings while you grieve for your mother. Do the little waif thing. Get him to come down here and meet Mum, she will help to convince him you will be happy and safe with us.

Second- that having "found " Him again you doesn't want to lose him, waggle your tits and arse at him a bit- tell Him you long for chance to get to know him better. All men like young girls. Persuade him, subtly, that during the next few years you need an older man, who loves you, one you can trust, to be your mentor and guide. One who is not far away whom you can visit and get to know better without intruding on his private life. If you go to Ireland you would rarely see him!

Finally -" here she paused and giggled "Tell him you have started going to Church again and are forming a good relationship with the local Parish Priest here. I know it's not true but just invent a bit. OK?"

I put down the phone shaking a little, my mind whirling trying to plan what to do. I didn't have much time. Aunt Bridie was going back to Ireland soon. I remembered the way he had looked at me as I had chatted to him so unselfconsciously the previous evening. Perhaps I thought if I flirt with him a bit more obviously he wouldn't send me away.

Looking back now I know it was stupid and that I was getting out of my depth but I was desperate.

I heard them both go to bed. Auntie didn't say goodnight. I lay on my bed, with my side light still on. He knocked on my door and wished me goodnight. I waited about 30 minutes then slipped out of bed. I was wearing just my knickers, so I slipped a thin white t-shirt over my head, brushed my long brown hair and fastened it in a pony. I stood in front of a long mirror and looked at myself.

A serious faced girl gazed back; heart shaped face, brown eyes bright, standing some 5ft in bared feet, slim figure only partly concealed. The shirt curved gracefully over the soft swell of her firm breasts, the nipples just hinted at under the thin material. Pale blue panties just visible at the juncture of her thighs. She sucked in her tummy and turned sideways a little. Her gently swelling hips swept down over her pert bum to long slender bare legs.

I thought of adding some lippie, blusher and eye shadow as the girl in my mirror looked so pale, perhaps not I decided, I want to look as if I have just woken up feeling lonely and upset.

I took a deep breath, left my room and quietly padded down the passageway to his bedroom. I felt nervous but excited. There was a faint sliver of light from under his door so I guessed he was still awake. I rubbed at my eyes to make them look sore as if I had been crying. Taking a deep breath I knocked lightly on the door " Dad " I whispered " Are you awake?

"Phillipa?" I could barely hear him so I opened the door a little. "Dad " I said "Can I come in and talk for a while please, I am feeling really lonely and upset".

His voice was a little unsteady " just a minute honey ". I heard some movements and then he said " OK Phillipa come in darling. What on earth is the matter"?

I entered quickly and shut the door behind me, padding over to his bed where he lay half-propped up an anxious look on his face. I noticed he was bare-chested and the bedclothes covering his lower half were crumpled. He patted the side of the bed and I sat down half-turned towards him.

" For goodness sake Phillipa you should be asleep". His voice was thick, words a little slurred.

At this I burst into tears and wrapped my arms round his neck, He slowly stroked my hair and the back of my neck making little shushing noises. I sobbed against his throat, feeling his warm bare chest against my upper body. He held me close and through my sobs I told him. Told him how I wanted to stay here in England, wanted to get to know him now that I had found him again. I felt his arms tighten around me, pressing me closer against him. His hands stroking my back as he tried to console me.

"Ahh " he mumbled " you have been listening to what you aren't supposed to". I squirmed against him, my face wet with tears. I felt safe and loved in his strong arms. He pulled back a little, still holding me, as he spoke I could smell whiskey on his breath. " Well nothing is decided yet angel " he whispered huskily " your aunt and I only want what's best for you." I shuddered as my sobbing slowed. His hands were stroking my back more urgently now. I kissed his cheek; it was a bit stubbly and scratchy. I saw him gazing at my breasts and I realised the bedside light next to me made my top almost transparent.

His voice huskier now as he asked shakily " Are you cold sweetie". I swallowed and nodded. "Please cuddle me " I said. He pulled the sheet I was sitting on from under me, unwrapping my arms from around his neck; I slid in next to him. He pulled the sheets over us as I lay on my back next to him, his arm under my shoulders. He leaned over me to turn off the bedside light. I felt his warm body close to me as he murmured "OK a quick cuddle to calm and warm you and then back to bed and we will discuss this in the morning". He kissed my cheek as he moved back keeping his arm under my shoulders "I certainly don't want to lose touch again with my lovely daughter."

I felt strange being semi naked in bed with a man for the first time even though it was my Dad. I could feel the heat from his body. I lay there holding my breath, my nipples hard and a warm feeling in my lower belly. He whispered to me quietly in the dark, his warm breath brushing my cheek. I felt his arm tighten around my shoulders then move lower under my armpit. His hand brushed against the side of my breast. I could hear him breathing more rapidly as he moved his hand against the side of my tit. His thumb stroking it.

I knew about sex of course, Claire and I had often talked about it, we had even practiced doing blow jobs on bananas as Claire said guys liked that and it was safer than going all the way. I felt a warm excited glow as I lay next to him. Instinctively I knew he was going to make love to me. It wasn't how I had imagined my first time would be but I wasn't too scared. I hoped it wouldn't hurt too much.

He half turned towards me. Swallowing I pressed closer against him, I was sure if I let him do it he would not send me away. His hand opened and cupped my breast. I squirmed and sighed softly. It felt nice and my hard nipple tingled. I could feel his prick pressing against my hip in the darkness under the sheets. I realised he was naked. My breathing quickened and I dropped my hand down low and touched his cock as if by accident. It was the first time I had touched one.

He gasped softly " Yesssssssss" and lay still his hand fondling my breast. Emboldened and holding my breath I stroked his penis up and down. My fingers gentle as I explored it. The head was silky smooth and slightly oily under my fingers. His penis felt so big and hard, as if there were a bone in it. I felt the warm flush between my thighs spreading and I pressed them together. His hand on my breast gripped tighter, fingers digging in, pinching my nipples through my thin top. I squirmed "that hurts" I whimpered softly"

"Shhhhhhh" He growled, his voice thick and a bit harsher " Your Aunt is next door, be quiet " He squeezed my breast hard grunting and panting. My nipples were hurting now from the pinching. I let go of his penis feeling suddenly afraid as I felt a stab of pain shooting through me.

He abruptly turned me on my side facing away from him; his arms round me pulling me back against him. I felt his hardness digging into my back. His hands slipped under my thin shirt and he pulled it up roughly, baring my breasts. He was panting harder and his whiskey breath was hot on the back of my neck. One arm pinned my chest crushing me back against him, the fingers of his other hand pinching and pulling my nipple viciously. I squirmed and tried to move away. I was feeling frightened now, he was so rough. I didn't want it to be like this. I thought it would be gentle and loving with lots of kissing and fondling. He grunted in my ear, his voice thick with lust.

"Stay still and be quiet you little prick teaser, I am going to fuck the arse off you" With that his hand went to the waist of my panties. He half lifted me and he pulled them down roughly over my hips to mid-thigh. I pulled at his hands now fighting to get him to stop.

I gasped with shock, squirming and bucking. I was frightened of him now. I realised he was drunker than I thought initially. I opened my mouth to scream and his left hand moved from molesting my tits to clamp my mouth and nose. His arm still crushing me against him. He groped at my sex with his right hand, fingers stabbing against my closed thighs as he tried to force them apart, his nails scratching the tender skin.

I was crying with terror his hand over my mouth crushing my lips against my teeth. I couldn't breathe properly. I felt his finger grind against my cunny lips, trying to push it inside me. He was thrusting his hard thick prick just under my bare buttocks, trying to force it between my thighs, which I had clamped tight together. I was terrified. This wasn't sexy; it wasn't what I wanted. I couldn't understand why he was forcing me when I would have let him take me if he had been gentle.

Suddenly the door burst open and the lights flicked on. He pushed me from him roughly so I fell to floor with a thump. I was almost naked, shirt pulled up to my neck, panties round my legs just above my knees. It was my aunt.

"Thank God Bridie " I heard him exclaim " get this little slut off me, she crept in my room while I was asleep and tried to get in my bed"

My Aunt swept down on me as I lay sprawled semi nude on the floor. She drew back her hand and slapped me hard across my face. It made my head spin with shock and hurt. My cheek was aflame and I shrieked. She grabbed my hair and dragged me out, down the passageway to my room and threw me on my bed.

"You little whore " she screamed at me, her face contorted, eyes blazing and spit flecking her lips. She slapped me again hard and my head jerked back from violence of the blow. I was stunned and sobbing violently, trying to protest that dad had tried to rape me. She pushed her face close to mine and hissed.

"It's a convent school in Ireland for you" with that she picked up my mobile from the bedside table and left, locking the door behind her.

I spent the night crying into my pillow. I felt guilty and ashamed at my behaviour but also angry at how my father had betrayed me. The next morning Aunt Bridie came to my bedroom, packed some of my clothes in a case and told me to get dressed. I was too embarrassed and upset to try and explain. She gave me a cup of tea, which tasted a bit odd. As I dressed I started to feel strange. Everything got a little hazy as if I was in a dream, not really knowing what was happening. I never saw Dad again, and we left for the journey to Ireland.

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Chapter 2:

Welcome to Hell

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my ankle and I gasped, my eyes flicking open, I was back from my reverie and, heart sinking, I saw I was still in the Mother Superior's Room.

"Answer girl" my Aunt hissed. I realised she had kicked my ankle.

I gulped " Sorry Mother Superior " I stammered; having missed the last few minutes " what did you say"

My Aunt interjected " You must forgive Phillipa, I had to sedate her as she was so out of control She is still not quite recovered"

"I asked if you were still a virgin, girl and did you have any explanation for your conduct? " The wizened old Nun repeated.

I felt my face getting warm and flushed, stammering I replied ."I am a virgin Ma'am and I am truly sorry for my behaviour." I wanted to try and explain but I was too choked up to speak properly.

"Mmmmmmml " the Nun's eyes bored into me and then she turned and addressed my Aunt.

" I will need to discuss this with our Religious Adviser who is currently taking Benediction but if we accept Phillipa there will have to be strict conditions, and I am sorry but as all our bursaries are allocated fees will have to be paid.

My Aunt leaned forward "Fees are no problem to be sure Reverend Mother " she said... "Phillipa has a large inheritance in Trust and I and her brother are the trustees. We have absolute discretion as to her welfare and custody. As to conditions " she continued " we will be happy to accept any, we are only concerned for her moral and educational needs".

I blinked as I heard this, I wanted to protest, I didn't want to stay here, I hated this place, it scared me but I bit my tongue still feeling ashamed, lost and worthless.

The Old Nun smiled as she heard my Aunt and continued.

"Very well, you would have to sign a commitment form. This will be binding till Phillipa reaches the age of sixteen; at that time we will have the discretion to keep her for a further two years till she reaches her majority. There will be no outside contact with anyone, not even you or her father for the first six months and only after that with our permission. You will also have to sign a waiver as we occasionally have to use corporal punishment" as she finished she turned and looked at me hearing me gasp in protest.

My Aunt nodded "That's no problem either; I think the little trollop needs a firm hand" She glared at me, her eyes cold and hard. I swallowed and dropped my head, silently shaking with trepidation as to what was in store for me. The Nun rang a bell, a white robed figure entered.

"Take this little one to the infirmary please for evaluation and to await final acceptance " the Mother Superior directed.

If I had but known what awaited me in this dreadful place I would have screamed and fought, ran for my life. But still dazed and embarrassed, lost, frightened and ashamed I meekly acquiesced

I picked up my case and followed the young nun down a long hall to some steps, which led down into a long white- painted room. There were some 8 beds along each wall, each with a cabinet alongside. Most of the beds were empty. Crosses and other catholic symbols the only decorations. The young nun smiled kindly at me. "Sit on an empty bed and wait here " she said. I sat and waited, my hands folded on my lap. The white robed figure left.

I looked round still shaking a little. On the next bed to me I saw mass of blonde hair splayed across the pillow. The owner was lying face down. I looked across and saw only one other bed occupied, a dark haired small form just visible under the white sheets. I coughed nervously, my fingers white knuckled as I grasped my hands tightly. The figure in the bed next to me moved and the head turned. A pale face looked at me from under the tangle of blonde hair. She seemed to be somewhat older than me- about fifteen I guessed. I smiled nervously at her. Her deep blue eyes regarded me solemnly, and then she smiled. "Hi " she said in a soft Irish accent " I am Anna what's your name".

"Phillipa " I stammered.

"Welcome to Hell Phillipa " she whispered. Looking round cautiously she slowly sat up, the sheet falling from her, showing a wide white bandage bound tightly around her breasts. She sat on bed, the sheet covering her lower body to the waist and faced me.

"When did you arrive" she asked.

"Just a little while ago" I replied keeping my voice as low as hers.

She sighed, "Poor you- how old are you and where are you from"

"I am thirteen and from England". I looked at her upper body as I replied. " What's that I asked - are you injured?"

She chuckled ruefully "Nope - well not yet- but my breasts are bound like this to prepare them for caning."

"Oh my God " I gasped "that's awful, they can't do that surely?

"They can do whatever they like" She retorted and slid out of bed. " I have been here three years and believe me breast caning is not the worst penance I have had to endure". She wore only a pair of off-white loose fitting knickers, tied at the waist and legs by draw strings. "Look at this " she added as she padded over to one of the other beds and drew down the sheet from the figure I had seen earlier.

It was a young girl of about my age, dark haired; she was quite plump and breathing shallowly as she lay on her tummy. I gasped in horror. From just under the same type of knickers as Anna's both of her bare legs were a mass of red angry looking bruises that extended down to just above her ankles. It must be excruciatingly painful I thought, every inch of tender bare flesh was striped with thick raised welts. I shuddered

" She must be in agony" I said to Anna, Why is she so still"?

Anna beckoned me closer and reaching down she rolled back one of the girl's eyelids, the pupil was dilated and vacant. The young girl's face was streaked with tears but she didn't move.

" They have shot her full of Tramadol or some opiate I expect " replied Anna "they usually do that after a severe beating if the girl is repentant". I shivered, a thousand questions buzzing through my head. I was just going to quiz her further when we heard footsteps outside.

"Quick" Anna hissed " get back on the bed and keep your mouth shut OK "?

The door opened and I looked up. The young white clad nun entered together with my Aunt and a short fat priest. He was in his 40's I guessed. Almost bald with tiny little piggy eyes. They walked over and stood looking down at me. My Aunt smiled coldly.

"Well miss " she almost spat out the words "That's you settled for the next three years- all signed and delivered, Monseigneur Xavier has decided to accept you. May god have mercy on your soul"

I shuddered at the venom in her voice, I know I had been bad but I didn't deserve this. I looked up at her, my eyes begging for mercy. She stared at me and then turned away. The priest waddled closer, his piggy eyes making my flesh crawl as they washed over me. He spoke in quite a high pitched voice, almost squeaking.

"Phillipa, I am Father Ignatius, you will be staying here in the Infirmary for a few days at least until we have finished your evaluation. We can't have you contaminating the rest of the girls. Ms Bridie please empty her case on the bed".

I felt like a leper or pariah. I was only just thirteen, how on earth I am going to contaminate anyone I wondered? My heart felt like lead and I longed, oh how I longed to be back again with my friends in England. I groaned realising that only my Aunt and Dad had any idea where I was.

They then proceeded to sort through my clothes leaving only a school skirt, long white socks, black shoes and blouse on the bed. The rest, including my underwear, they loosely piled in the open case.

"That's all she will need" the Priest said indicating the pitifully small heap of clothes left on bed "We will provide everything else".

Hearing that my aunt packed up my case with the rest of my clothes and left without a backward glance. I looked after her my heart sinking. I felt a wash of despair flooding me. I dropped my head in my hands and burst into tears. The fat priest shot out his arm, his podgy hand pushing my hands aside. He gripped my face, fat fingers squeezing my cheeks hard.

"Stop snivelling brat " he squeaked "Or I will really give you something to cry about". With that he turned to the white robed young nun watching. "Get this wretched girl showered and dressed appropriately- Monseigneur will hear her confession later and "Oh " he added leering at me " Don't forget to give her a full body search, there's no knowing what she may have brought here concealed on her person."

With that he turned and stepped close to where Anna lay and grabbed her by the back of her neck as she lay prone " This little slut should be ready now for the punishment room".

The nun reached down and dragged me unwillingly to my feet. Her eyes flicked momentarily to the fat black-cassocked priest.

"Wouldn't you prefer to wait to punish Anna with me present Father" she enquired a little anxiously? He grunted something and ushered her away. I followed the young nun through a door into what seemed to be a combined bathroom and examination room.

The floor and walls were tiled white, with three open shower stalls immediately to the left next to a toilet closet with no door. A series of cabinets lined the wall opposite the door we had entered and a large stainless steel table, partly covered in a white sheet, occupied the middle. There was a desk and chair against the wall to our right, which also had a closed door with glass window at eye level. I stumbled in, my legs shaking. I felt like a zombie unable to really believe this was happening to me. Praying this was a dream from which I would soon awaken.

The young nun spoke "get stripped and showered Phillipa, use a shower cap, as we don't have time to dry your long hair". She took a towel, shower cap and a bar of soap from a drawer and handed them to me indicating I was to use the first shower stall. " Drop your clothes on the floor you won't need them again as you will wear the standard uniform of a Penitent girl.

I was so stunned and bewildered I didn't even ask what on earth a Penitent girl was. "Yes Sister" I mumbled.

"Don't call me Sister- I am not a Bride of Christ girl, I am still a novitiate, you may address me as Miss Caitlin "

She looked at me as she spoke, saw me nodding my understanding then went to stand near the far wall by the windowed door. Slowly, arms shaking I slipped off my clothes till I stood naked on the cold tiles, my clothing in a heap on the floor. I stepped into a shower, turned on the taps, pleasantly surprised that the water was hot and proceeded to wash myself. I looked down the length of the room at Miss as she peered out through the window grille in the far door.

I dried myself quickly then wrapped the towel round me and stood shaking as I waited by my clothes piled on the floor. Caitlin beckoned me to her and I padded across the tiles. She put her finger to her lips indicating that I was to be silent and then gripping the back of my neck in her hand pulled my face next to hers and I looked through the glass window.

I gasped in shock, my heart sank and my tummy flipped. There in the centre of a brightly-lit room I saw Anna spread-eagled naked on a table. Her wrists and ankles were strapped to each corner. Her face was contorted and streaked with tears. A sort of thick wide dummy was held in her mouth by straps fixed round her head. It stretched her mouth cruelly wide and saliva drooled down covering her chin. Her blonde hair was matted and flew around as she tossed her head frantically from side to side. Her body sheened with sweat arms and legs straining as she twisted and fought against the restraints holding her. Across her sweet breasts were thin wicked looking red stripes.

I winced as I saw a cane lash down cutting into the underside of her breasts. I saw the fat priest, his face red and sweaty with exertion, his hand holding a thin whippy cane that he was using to lash her. He turned and looked at us watching. His eyes were manically wide, his open mouth panting. He grinned evilly then turned his head away, looked down at Anna and continued to rain blow after blow on the young girl's unprotected breasts.

I felt sick and pulled my head back, not wanting to see such cruelty. The novice Nun thrust my face back against the glass "Look round the room " she hissed in my ear. I closed my eyes not wanting to see anymore. Then realising that she wanted me to learn something I opened them and let my gaze travel round the room. It was large and windowless; cream coloured walls and white tiled floor.

I tried to avoid looking at the table where Anna lay. Against the far wall I saw a large wooden frame. It was shaped like a large X and had metal manacles on each leg and arm. As I looked round further I saw a wooden stock with small platform just in front and also a long wooden rail, like a barre that I recognised from when I had gone a few times to ballet classes. There were bolts and chains attached to the floor in front of it.

The walls were lined with racks and shelves holding a variety of whips, paddles, canes, manacles and cuffs. I blinked not wanting to see anymore. It was horrid. Such an air of brooding menace. The room seemed to vibrate to all the wicked cruelty that obviously took place inside its walls.

Just before I pulled away I saw in one corner a small metal cage. The bars were quite close together. It was not much bigger than a dog kennel. There were some weird metal attachments fixed at one of the narrower sides of the cage. They were large iron thick rods, one just above the other about two feet off the bottom of the cage secured from the outside but pointing in. I couldn't bear to see anymore and I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling sick and pulled away.

The young novice nun dragged me back to the table in centre of the room. " I wanted you to see what the punishment room looks like Phillipa" she whispered softly. "Just remember to behave yourself, obey all orders and perhaps you may avoid being taken there". She smiled at me and her green eyes were strangely gentle.

"Hop up on table and drop the towel, I have to do the body search". I groaned and looked at her whispering

" Can't you just say you did it please Miss, I really don't have anything concealed". She shook her head, hissing in my ear,

"All rooms have CCTV if I don't do it then either Father Ignatius or the Punishment Sister will and believe me you don't want that". She smiled "Come on don't be a baby it won't hurt, otherwise I will have to sedate you".

I dropped the towel feeling my face flush as I realised that I would never have any privacy again. I thought of the open toilet I had seen next to the shower stalls and groaned softly. I sat on the table; naked thighs pressed modestly together, arms crossed round my breasts. She pushed me back, firmly but not roughly till I was lying flat on my back. She pulled my legs apart and pushed them back against my chest folding my knees under so I was resting on the small of my back my lower half almost clear of the table. "Put your hands under your knees and hold your legs back and open like this Phillipa "

Reluctantly, face flushed with shame at being so exposed to her and the cameras I complied.

She smiled and nodded, went to a drawer in the desk and took out some latex gloves and a large jar. She snapped a glove on her right hand, dipped a finger in the jar, held it for me to see that the middle finger was coated in some kind of cream. She stepped between my wide spread thighs. I tensed as I felt her finger at my sex. She slowly pushed it between my labial lips. It slipped in quite easily. I held my breath as she slid it deeper moving it from side to side, twisting it slightly as she probed inside my sex. I gasped as a wave of sexual excitement flooded through me. My nipples hardened and I bit my lips to suppress the soft moan of pleasure that bubbled up from deep within me.

"From the tightness of your cunny I guess you are still a virgin or at least you have not had a cock inside you yet?" She said softly, looking at me from between my spread legs. I nodded weakly.

She slowly withdrew the finger and I tensed my buttocks knowing where she was going to check next. I had never had anything pushed inside my bottom and I was frightened and embarrassed. She moved so I could see her clearly. Her face, framed by the wimple was flushed; she licked her lips as she looked at me. She smiled and then stripped off the glove, tossed it to the floor, took a clean glove, slipped it on and dipped the middle finger in the jar again.

" First time ?" she asked, her green eyes showing traces of amusement. I nodded.

"Relax " She whispered," Some girls adore this" , then stepped back between my thighs again.

Her finger lightly brushed against my puckered tight anus. I tensed my buttocks. Slowly she increased the pressure. I felt my anus open as her finger entered my secret place. I winced as it pushed against my sphincter. I grunted and tried to relax. She twisted her finger a little and I felt the latex finger sliding between the tensed muscles inside my rectum. It felt strange, sore but not unpleasant, she moved the finger gently rubbing against the ribbing of my sphincter muscle, twisting and sliding in and out. I grunted and raised my bottom a little.

She pushed harder and I felt the knuckle of her finger against my anal opening as her finger drove deep into me. She wriggled her finger a little more and then gently slid it out, removed the glove and stepped round to the side of the table and looked down at me. Her face was smiling.

"That wasn't so bad now was it Phillipa" she asked softly. Weakly I nodded; I felt such a mixture of emotions. It had felt nice once I had got used to it; she was kind and gentle and I suddenly flushed as I realise I wanted her to like me and that I had enjoyed being so intimately exposed to her. Her small kindnesses magnified by the horrors and strangeness of this place that were threatening to overwhelm me.

"Thank you for being so gentle with me" I whispered back. She looked at me "All clear so far; just one more orifice to check" she said "and you had better not bite!"

She moved behind my head and I dropped my legs and lay flat and still, my trembling thighs pressed tightly together. I realised with a sense of embarrassment that I was aroused and my sex was moist. I rested the back of my head on the table; looked up at her from my upside-down position and slowly opened my mouth wide in offering to her. She leaned forward, the material of her white robe brushing against the top of my head. With her bare middle finger she traced the outlines of my lips. I held my breath; her touch was so erotic and sensual. The finger snaked inside my warm wet mouth, sliding over my teeth, exploring my gums and inside my cheeks. It felt so intimate. She hooked back her finger and stroked the underside of my soft palate. I could taste her finger and my lips felt suddenly dry. My heart was pounding and I felt a little shiver of excitement run through me centring at my sex.

I looked up at her trustingly as she slowly forced her finger a little deeper. My mouth strained wide, my jaws starting to hurt. Her finger slid under my tongue. I moved it making it dance against her finger. Her finger was still as she let my tongue stroke it. My tummy was trembling as if it were full of fluttering butterflies. I was astonished at how intimate and erotic it was, giving someone such access to my mouth. Slowly the finger started to withdraw. I felt a sudden sense of loss. I adored having her finger inside my mouth. Closing my lips a little I sucked on the finger, not wanting it to leave. She pulled it free past my pursed lips. I felt a sudden twinge of conscience realising I had momentarily forgotten about poor Anna being so cruelly caned not more than ten yards away. I swallowed and closed my eyes.

Her voice, now a little harsher rang in my ears "All done now girl, get off the table and if you have made a mess on my sheet you will have to wash it later"

With that she picked up my discarded clothes and the gloves, dropped them in a bin and took some folded garments from a drawer. "Here" she said " put these on while I check on Anna".

She left and I unfolded the clothes. There were only two items. A white shift with pink "P" on the left breast and a pair of large knickers with ribbon ties at the waist and legs similar to those I had seen on Anna and the unconscious girl on the bed. I presumed the "P" stood for my name. Quickly I put them on tying them at the waist and legs. I was still in a daze, still not believing what was happening, hoping against hope that I would wake up soon in my own bed safe and warm. The material of the shift and bloomers was quite rough and scratched a little.

I waited, standing by the table, shuddering with fear. I realised with a sinking sensation in my belly that it wasn't a dream and I was completely abandoned in this mad house, cut off from my friends and the life I had known. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I longed to die, the feeling of utter desolation made me feel sick and I tasted bile in my throat as I wretched dryly.

I heard raised voices from the dormitory where I had been previously. I recognised Father Ignatius's whiney shrill voice "Anna is fine, just countersign the punishment book, six strokes as was specified and stop bitching Caitlin or you will find yourself in the pit for a week"

I heard Caitlin answer softly but determinedly " Father you gave her many more, you can see from her file she has been bought and paid for. She is scheduled to be collected in four weeks and if she is badly marked or scarred it is I who will be held responsible". I gulped as I heard this, not really understanding but knowing that there seemed to be many more horrors here than I had realised as yet.

I jumped as I suddenly heard my name "Phillipa get out here now " it was the piggy priest, and I stepped quickly into the main room knowing he wasn't someone to be crossed or made to wait. I stood trembling, eyes looking down, my hair shrouding my face.

"Has she been searched? " He enquired of Caitlin.

"Yes Father" she replied " she is clean."

His voice dropped an octave as he barked "Is she a virgin, I see from her file she attempted to seduce her father, God save her soul".

I raised my eyes and looked at Caitlin as she answered.

"Yes Father, anally and vaginally though it appears her hymen had been broken some time ago"

"Hmm " he replied " well I hope you made sure she was properly displayed for the cameras, she should get a lot of interest from our customers".

He glared at me and then turned to Caitlin "I will review the tapes later, get Anna back here and doped up and cleaned. Benediction is almost finished and the Monseigneur will be hearing confessions soon so make sure Phillipa is ready".

With that he waddled to the door, it closed it behind him with a dull thud as he left.

Caitlin sighed and then turned to me. " Quickly now girl " she said, "help me with Anna". With that she glided down the room to a door at the end. I followed quickly and we entered the punishment room. I avoided looking anywhere except at poor Anna, still spread-eagled on the table. The thought of what all the equipment and apparatus was for was too horrid to contemplate.

Anna looked awful. Her breasts were a mass of angry looking red welts. Her nipples were bruised and dark, almost purple. I shuddered as she lay twitching, her wide eyes reflecting the agony she must be feeling. Her naked body was covered in sweat; her cunny looked so bare and vulnerable, the tight lips forming a split in the sweeping softness of lower belly. The obscene plug that still stretched and filled her mouth was covered in saliva. Her face tear streaked. The harsh white overhead lights revealing every detail of her shocking condition.

I heard Caitlin growl "That sadist will kill a girl one of these days ". She took a hypodermic from a drawer under the table, checked it and then plunged the needle into Anna's left arm. Anna's body jerked for a few seconds and then went still. Caitlin dropped the empty syringe in a nearby bin, rolled back Anna's eye lid and then sighed.

"Ok she is out now, thank God for fast acting Valium, now help me get her untied and back to bed so we can attend to her wounds."

I helped untie the motionless girl; Caitlin undid the straps round her head and slowly and tenderly pulled the plug from her mouth. I winced as I saw the fat obscene plug. It was covered in saliva and teeth marks. We carried Anna back to the dormitory and placed her on a bed gently. I could feel the heat from her welted flesh and I shuddered. Caitlin handed me a pot of cream,

"This is a mixture of cortisone and steroid " she told me "massage it into her breasts, it will speed the healing and reduce the pain when she comes round". I nodded, trying to quench the sick feeling in my belly. "I am going to the refectory before it closes for the night, I need to get my supper and no doubt you are hungry and thirsty also. So just attend to your sister here and I will be right back" with that she left.

I scooped the cream into my hands and started to gently apply it to the red angry skin of Anna's breasts. I could feel the heat from her skin even through the cool cream. My head was buzzing with a thousand questions; I was in a daze. I groaned softly and concentrated on trying to help Anna. I would save my questions till later. I sensed Caitlin could be a friend and could explain to me what on earth was happening.

I smoothed the cream round and round. My fingers light and gently as I stroked Anna's abused tits. Despite lying flat, Anna's breasts were still well shaped. Rising like two pert red streaked hillocks , each topped by a bruised dark nipple. The flesh was firm under my fingers and my cream covered hands glided easily over her skin tenderly massaging the ugly welts. I felt a flush of shame as I realised I was getting aroused. I had an intense longing to kiss and lick her bruised nipples. I wanted to kiss them better, but also I longed to know how they would feel in my warm wet mouth.

I shivered as I softly stroked her caned breasts, so mottled red against the ivory colour of the rest of her naked body. My gaze travelled down over the slight swell of her tummy to her slit. I had thought it hairless but I now saw there was the faintest of golden downy hair just above the tight dark pink folds of her labia. She looked so beautiful lying there so still, even her breasts bearing the cruel marks of the cane now looked erotic and exciting. I continued to stroke them with my cream covered fingers and hands. I groaned softly and then shook myself.

"Christ pippa " I scolded myself "stop looking at her as if she were your lover, you aren't a les".

Despite this self-admonishment it was all I could do to stop myself from leaning over and kissing her soft lips and touching her pussy. Face flushed and warm I stepped away guiltily and hurried into the shower room. I filled a bowl with warm water, grabbed some soap, flannel and a towel and returned to the Anna's side. I looked over shamefacedly at the plump girl with the caned legs I had seen earlier but she hadn't moved.

Tenderly I bathed Anna's face, gently wiping away the tearstains and dried saliva from her cheeks and chin. I carefully bathed her bruised lips and smoothed back her blonde hair from her forehead. Lacking a brush I combed it with my fingers and arranged it so it looked tidier. I purposely didn't stare too long at her breasts now glowing darker red under the layer of cream.

I remembered Caitlin's remark about her being bought and paid for and I shuddered still not really understanding but knowing her fate was not going to be pleasant. I prayed whatever drug induced dreams she was experiencing were happy ones. I knelt by her bedside and held her hand, my head bowed in weariness and despair, tears streaming down my cheeks.

The door behind me opened and I heard voices. It was Caitlin and another white robed nun. I scrambled to my feet and swallowed. Caitlin was carrying a tray laden with a bowl, plate and a mug. I wiped at my eyes with the towel I still held. Caitlin looked at Anna and then smiled at me kindly " Ok little Phillipa suppertime - soup, bread and water and be quick as it will be confession time soon"

I realised that I was hungry and thirsty and taking the food offered I sat on the bed allocated to me and ate greedily. I was aware of the other novitiate watching me, an amused smile on her face. I looked up at her anxiously.

I am Miss Aisha " she said, her accent wasn't the soft Irish brogue I was getting accustomed to,

"You must be the latest Penitent girl"

She pointed at my white vest and I realised that the initial wasn't for my name as I had first thought though I still had no idea what Penitent signified.

" Yes Miss " I replied " I am Phillipa".

Her eyes were dark brown and her complexion was coffee coloured. She looked Asian and it was hard to tell her age. Certainly older than Caitlin , perhaps late 20's I thought. Her lips were stretched in a thin parody of a smile and I shivered sensing she wasn't going to be as kind as Caitlin. She turned to Caitlin; "only three girls in the infirmary I see, guess the Nun's are slipping or at least being more lenient." Caitlin didn't answer, just nodded eyeing Aisha carefully.

Aisha moved to the plump girl opposite I had seen earlier, still lying on her tummy but covered by a sheet. She pulled the sheet back exposing the raw welted legs. "Hmmm " She almost purred "Nice striping there, presumably that was Sister Theresa's handiwork". It was obviously a rhetorical question as without waiting for an answer she leaned down and started pinching the welts. I saw the prone girl jerk and start moaning softly.

I gasped at such wanton cruelty; Aisha looked across as she heard me and her eyes grew cold. Glaring at me she gripped the back of the poor girls legs tightly, digging her fingers into the raw red bruised flesh. The intense pain must have broken through whatever drugs they had pumped into her and she howled in anguish. Aisha kept her eyes fixed on me as she pinched and twisted the flesh; talon like fingers digging ever deeper. I looked at Caitlin but she ignored both Aisha and me.

The cruel novitiate stopped, drew the sheet back over the trembling sobbing young girl and strode back, stood towering over my seated figure. "Well now Phillipa" she hissed " did you want to say something?" I looked up at her, shuddering at the malice in her voice. I wanted to tell her what I thought of someone who could be so cruel to anther girl like that; one who had already been punished and didn't deserve to be tormented further. But I somehow knew that I shouldn't interfere. "No Miss" I replied hating the way my voice trembled; eyes looking at the floor.

"Look at me girl not at the floor "she barked. I looked up at her trying to conceal my feelings. I was terrified. "Stand up pinkie " she ordered " and take off your shirt".

"For goodness sake Aisha leave the wretched girl alone, she only arrived a few hours ago, she is bewildered and scared, stop teasing her". Caitlin's voice was conciliatory and I looked at her

thankfully.

"Oh " Aisha's voice was playful now "you looking to make her your pinkie pet are you Caitlin, I thought you had decided never again after what happened with poor Alice?"

I saw Caitlin shrug " Don't be so stupid" she retorted, " I don't care but she is supposed to be seeing Monseigneur Xavier any minute".

I stood there trembling, my heart sinking as I heard Caitlin's remark. My tormentor glared at me and motioned with her hands. " Off with it girl".

I looked at Caitlin but she avoided my eyes. Some sixth sense warned me not to refuse; I had already seen how callous and cruel she could be. I reached down and slowly pulled the vest over my head, dropped it to the floor and stood there semi naked, arms hanging loosely by my sides.

Aisha chuckled "Are you sure this is a girl Caitlin, I have seen bigger tits on a boy. I think Father Ignatius will love her, Phillipa will remind him of all the altar boys he buggered before he was exiled here to pussyland. Perhaps she had better drop her bloomers just to show she has a cunny and not a cocky?"

Just then a bell rang on the wall and Caitlin sighed and got to her feet.

"Confession time" Aisha muttered reluctantly "guess you are saved by the bell Phillipa."

Caitlin motioned me to put my top on and to follow her out. She called back over her shoulder to Aisha as we left "She is a girl all right dear sis, and she has the sweetest little cunny".

I blushed as I heard Caitlin' comment, thankful also for this reprieve from the attentions of Aisha. I felt a sense of dread at what life here promised for me. I tried to remember the confession ritual as, stumbling a little on tired legs, I followed Caitlin up the wooden stairs. As we reached the top Caitlin hissed to me...

"Be warned Phillipa, Monseigneur Xavier is in complete authority round here in all matters religious and this being Ireland that means secular as well. He is answerable to no one so tell the truth when He asks, obey his commends promptly and pray He doesn't take a dislike to you or your manner. He could make your life here hell. This is a closed Order and Community; so ordinary rules don't apply. Call Him "Monseigneur" at all times. Understand?"

I nodded weakly; too weary, frightened and confused to do anything else.

Chapter 3 :

Strange Confession.

Miss knocked on a large oak door and we waited. A loud voice bid "Enter".

Caitlin opened the door and half pushed me through, closing it behind me.

I looked round as I stood nervously by the door. It was a large room with an enormous black desk to the left. The floor was polished wood and bare except for a large Persian rug in the centre.

"Here girl" a strong baritone voice made me jump a little.

I saw the voice's owner, a red robed figure sitting in the middle of the room on a large throne like chair. He was pointing to a spot on the rug to the side of his feet. He was obviously a priest from the long cassock and berretta he wore but his red cassock was embroidered quite elaborately as opposed to the plain black ones priests normally wear. Directly in front of him was a kneeling girl, with a mass of curly black hair. That and her white blouse and grey skirt were all I could see as her back was towards me.

I padded across to the side of His chair. I felt awkward and gauche in just a shift and the silly knickers.

"Kneel" he almost sang "and compose yourself to receive the sacrament of confession girl"

I shivered as I saw his face close up. He looked about 50 with a long angular face dominated by a large Roman nose. His lips were thin. It was his eyes that made me shiver though, as he looked briefly at me. They were a kind of yellow, very pale and so cold. I quickly dropped to my knees facing him by the side of the chair thankful that it was the rug under my bare knees. The kneeling black haired girl lifted her head and smiled at me. She seemed about 16 or 17, quite pretty with dimpled cheeks and blue eyes. Like everyone I had seen so far she wore no makeup.

The seated figure turned his gaze from me and looked at her. "Come closer Louisa my child and receive absolution". I watched as she shuffled closer on her knees, her black curls almost brushing his red robe. Slowly he got to his feet; stood towering over her. He dropped his hands to the folds of his red cassock and pulled it upwards, gathering the material in his hands. As he raised the skirt I saw first his black polished silver buckled shoes, then his ankles and legs covered with black silk stockings that were held up by gaiters. His legs were quite thin and hairless. I pressed my hands together as if I were praying watching fascinated and bemused.

When the hem of the robe was just higher than Louisa's head he stretched his arms out and then he dropped it enveloping her completely apart from the soles of her shoes. He slowly sat down on his chair. His legs were spread wide the red cassock now stretched out like a tent with her inside. I could clearly see the outline of her head as the material draped over her kneeling figure. He placed his left hand, the third finger displaying a large jewelled ring on her covered head. He sighed briefly and then placed his right hand on my head. The fingers of his large hand gripped my scalp under my hair. I winced.

This seemed to me a very strange way of hearing confession. I was used to a closed confessional box and anonymity. He started to intone some Latin as he pushed at Louisa's head under his robe. Her head slowly lowered and she shuffled forward a little so I could no longer even see her feet. I gulped not believing what was happening. He leaned back in the large chair closing his eyes, his hand still on my head, fingers digging into my scalp. His left hand still held the top of Louisa's head through the material. Slowly at first it moved back and forward; then as if being urged by his hand it moved more quickly in a steady rhythm

I shuddered, my head still firmly gripped, "Oh God " I groaned to myself " she is sucking him off under his cassock"!

I was so close I could hear the wet slurping sounds clearly from under the robe. I sneaked a look at him, my head still held immobile. He was smiling as he leaned back breathing more quickly. After a while he groaned and his hand tightened, painfully hurting my scalp as his other hand, knuckles white, pulled her head violently towards his cassock-hidden crotch. I heard a muffled yelp and choking and coughing sounds. He gasped loudly and groaned half lifting his legs. Then he shuddered and sank back slackly in the chair the hand holding Louisa's head relaxing. I heard her coughing and panting for air. He loosened his grip on my head but kept it resting there.

I was stunned and shocked, my scalp sore from where he had gripped me as he had come. I swallowed and watched unbelievingly as the girl slowly backed out on all fours from under his cassock. She slowly straightened up and knelt again as before. Her face was flushed and her black curly hair dishevelled. She smiled up at the Priest, her lips and chin wet. There were strands of white cum on her lips. Her pink tongue snaked out; slowly she licked her lips clean.

He made the sign of the cross over her head and whispered to her "Go now my child, your sins are forgiven". With that she got to her feet, looked at me briefly, smiled and then turning, walked to door her hips swaying under her long grey skirt. Heels clicking on the wooden floor, she left shutting the door firmly behind her.

He sighed and then said " On your feet now Phillipa and stand in front of me" I rose and slowly stepped to stand in front of him, just over an arm's length away. He half turned and picked up a pink folder from the desk behind him. I kept my gaze fixed on the large wooden crucifix that hung from a beaded chain round his neck. I didn't want to look into his strange eyes.

He opened the file and started reading as I stood there trembling. My mind was in turmoil; all the bizarre and frightening experiences of the last few hours had left me totally disorientated and numb. I had no point of reference- nothing made sense- certainly nothing in my life so far had prepared me for the horrors I had witnessed.

"So" he said, and I looked at him "you are our newest Penitent girl, the one who tried to seduce her own father?"

I was too embarrassed and shocked to speak. I nodded and looked up.

He glared at me, his yellow eyes so cold; they seemed to look right inside me. I realised I wasn't supposed to nod, so I stammered

" Monseigneur I didn't really mean to seduce him". He looked at me steadily and I bit my lip.

Weakly I whispered "Yes"

"I don't think you are yet ready to receive the sacrament child" he hissed "we need to drive out those lustful and impure thoughts that possess you". He glared at me and I was too numb and exhausted to protest. "Strip off your clothes " he ordered thickly "With God's help I will exorcise the evilness that you have succumbed to".

I wanted to protest. This was wrong; it was he who was impure, he who had just had oral sex under the guise of confession. I felt lost in a world of perversity where nothing made sense. His eyes bore into mine as he watched my confusion and despair. I swallowed remembering how cruelly the girls I had seen in the infirmary had been caned and beaten. Remembering Caitlin's last words to me.

Reluctantly with shaking hands I stripped naked, the shift and bloomers pooled at my bare feet. I hung my head, my now loose hair shrouding my face; arms crossed covering my breasts, trembling thighs pressed tightly together.

"Stand properly girl" his voice was like a whip cutting into me "Feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind your neck and elbows out". Flushing I shuffled my feet apart and raised my arms, interlacing my fingers behind my neck. This position was so revealing and I felt vulnerable and exposed. I wanted to run, to escape, to get away from him but I was so weary and full of despair; so I just stood there displayed for him, utterly cowed. He beckoned me closer till my bare shaking legs were almost touching his knees as he sat upright in his chair.

"Look at me child" he ordered his voice a little softer " and listen carefully. I know all this must seem strange to you, plucked as you have been from your easy and amoral life in England. For the next 3 years at least your body and soul will belong to us. You will be taught humility and obedience. It will be hard and painful. The regime here has to be strict, as young girls are particularly licentious and wilful. A fertile field for the devil to sow his wickedness." His yellow eyes bored into mine as he continued

"At the end of your time here you will be an obedient good catholic girl. Eager and anxious to please Our Holy Mother The Church in whatever way She decides to have you serve Her. You can do it either the hard or easy way but whichever you chose will not effect the result".

He finished and I saw his cold eyes sweep over me from my flushed face, down over my quivering body to my bare feet. As I stood there naked and posed in front a strange man, knowing all my body was revealed I felt a sudden wash of shame. Not at my nudity but at the realisation I was subconsciously pushing out my breasts, sucking in my tummy and easing my hips forward, accentuating the curve of my brown tufted mound. Part of me wanted him to admire me, to desire me. Despite all that had happened to me I found myself pushing my elbows back more, lifting my small firm breasts.

" Perhaps I am a slut " I thought " perhaps I am indeed wicked and sinful" I groaned softly deep in my throat unable to make sense of my feelings.

"Yes Monseigneur" I mumbled part of me longing for this to be over but another part finding it exciting. His voice and manner were hypnotically masterful; they seemed to brook no argument or dispute.

His hands went to the beaded chain and cross round his neck and he lifted it over his head carefully to avoid catching his berretta. He cradled the large wooden crucifix in his hands.

It was a black polished wood about 12 inches long. It was all one piece; the figure of Christ carved from the same piece of wood as the cross. The cross limbs were round as opposed to flat. It looked old and primitive.

"This is my sin-seeker" he said "open your mouth wide"

I obeyed as his eyes bored into mine. Reversing the cross he held it by the short upper end and slowly slid the long ebony rod into my mouth. I gagged as it forced it's way in touching the back of my throat. I gulped and tried to stay still though it hurt and made me feel a bit sick.

"Suck on it girl" he commanded " coat it with saliva"

I closed my mouth around the hard wood, sucking it. He slowly twisted it and then pulled it free. The black ebony was slickly wet. I swallowed.

"The sin-seeker tells me you lie often girl" he hissed. I was confused as to how he had worked that out but I licked my lips scooping spit back into my mouth.

He then traced the wet end of the cross down over my throat till it reached my breasts. I shivered, arms still bent at the elbows, hands behind my neck. The ebony rod felt cool against my warm skin He circled each nipple in turn with the butt of the cross. I gasped softly, the sensation was pleasant and my nipples responded.

"I see that you have trouble with the sin of impurity " he murmured leaning forward staring at my hard nipples. I bit my lip and stayed silent. His hand moved down tracing the end of the cross over the slight swell of my tummy, pressing the butt into my soft flesh. He stopped at my mound and ground the wooden end hard against it and I winced.

"Your file says you are still a virgin girl " his voice was soft now but insidiously probing "How often do you masturbate?"

I blinked and rocked slightly on my bare feet, flexing my toes to keep my position as he pushed harder just above my slit.

"Occasionally Monseigneur" I whispered huskily.

At that he looked into my eyes and smiled " let's see if my sin-seeker agrees."

With that he slid the cross lower till the end rested against my cunt lips. I flinched, thinking he meant to shove the long shaft inside me. I was wrong.

"Lower your hands" he commanded "grasp the cross by the head.

As if in a trance, I slowly obeyed. His hands brushed mine as I replaced his fingers with mine. He sat back, yellow eyes fixed on the black cross that was poised against my cunt.

"Squat a little and push the holy cross deep inside your sex as far as it will go. I want you to force it inside you in one movement" he barked "push it deep till you crush Christ's arms against your labia lips".

I whimpered softly, hands trembling. Suddenly, as if breaking out of a trance I felt a surge of anger. All the horrors I had seen, the humiliation I had been subjected seemed to explode in my brain. My mind screamed at me "this is wrong, this is a sacrilege" I shook myself, straightened up and howling with despair and guilt I threw the cross at him. "No I wont" I shrieked.

The heavy wood hit him in the face and the edge caught his cheek drawing blood. I stood there shaking and panting aghast at what I had done. His head rocked and a look of amazement crossed his face, quickly followed by a look of anger. His left hand shot out and he slapped me hard across my face, his heavy ring catching my lip. I squealed, the slap knocking me off balance and I folded at the knees and slid to the floor. He rose to his feet, towering over me like a red robed devil. I felt a sudden violent blow to my tummy as he kicked me hard. I gasped, winded and let out a yelp as I curled up on the floor hugging my tummy.

A bell sounded loudly and the doors burst open. I looked up from the floor, face wet with tears gasping at the pain in my belly. Sister Theresa and a brown robed monk hurried in.

"What on earth has happened Monseigneur" the Sister asked, her voice strained with concern.

"This little she-cat attacked me Sister " said the Priest, dabbing at his cut cheek with a handkerchief. "Get her out of my sight, she is possessed."

The Sister strode to where I lay curled up whimpering on the floor, feeling sick. She bent down and grabbed my hair trying to haul me to my feet. I screamed at the pull on my hair, kicking and fighting, arms and legs flailing.

She called " Brother come and help me get control of this slut"

The tall monk stepped behind me, reached down and grasped my arms, pinioning them behind my back. He was very strong and I screamed as he forced my hands up my back and half lifted me to me feet. He held me tightly as Sister Theresa, face flushed from her exertions, back handed me twice viciously across the face. Stunned, head reeling I stood there held up by the monk, sobbing with fear and anger.

"What do you want done with her Monseigneur?" she asked panting slightly.

Fearfully, through the veil of tears coating my eyes I looked at Him.

He stood there still dabbing at his cut cheek. "I want her beaten till she howls for mercy" he said " then I want her beaten again, I want her to regret the day she was born. You will see to it that she is conditioned and properly prepared for confession next Saturday. I don't however want her sedated at any time, let her feel every lick of pain, every sense of degradation. I will leave the details to you" he smiled evilly at me as he finished "I know you are an expert Sister but please remember no permanent scarring she is still valuable".

Sister Theresa smiled and nodded. "Of course Monseigneur, I promise You will not recognise her inside a week. May I get one of my assistants to tend to your cut ?" she enquired solicitously.

He shook his head, "I will get it attended to at the Residence he said, "curfew is near, send Brother Stephen back here when he has helped you take the girl back to the infirmary, he will drive me back." With that he ushered us away.

The brown robe Brother nodded and with a swift movement of his strong arms lifted me and draped me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I gestured feebly at my clothes still on the floor but ignoring me Brother Stephen strode out following Sister Theresa. I lay limp, all the fight knocked out of me. My tummy was hurting, as was my face. We soon reached the infirmary and I was tossed on an empty bed. I curled up naked in a ball hugging my tummy, still feeling sick.

"That will be all thank You Brother" the Sister said " I don't think we will have any more trouble from her and my assistant is on her way."

He wished her goodnight and left. I lay trembling, knowing I was going to regret my outburst, wishing I had just obeyed and shoved the bloody bit of wood inside me. Slowly my sobs slowed and I lay quietly. Anna and the other girl seemed to be sleeping. I heard the infirmary door open and a soft voice ask " Sister, You rang for me ?"

It was Caitlin and I felt a sudden lifting of my spirits. I looked up, my face tear streaked, my lip sore where it had been cut. I tried to smile at her, my belly still aching from being kicked. She was dressed in a long white nightdress, her head was bare and I saw her auburn short cut hair for the first time

"Yes " snapped Sister Theresa "this idiot here decided to attack the Bishop, cut His cheek open so she did".

"Gracious" said Caitlin horror-stricken "What on earth did she do that for and is the Monseigneur all right, should I attend Him?"

"No need Caitlin " Sister answered waspishly " He has to return to the Residence and as to why this stupid girl attacked him, I have no idea but " here she looked at Caitlin coldly " you were supposed to prepare her and it appears you failed"

I heard Caitlin gasp. "I did try Sister but I fear she is still very disorientated and I understand she was drugged before she arrived"

"Humph " snorted the Sister " be that as it may the Bishop is extremely angry and has ordered Phillipa punished harshly. No sedation either so she will have to just suffer unaided.

"Yes Sister " I heard a slight catch in Caitlin's voice " what do you plan for her?"

" A caning now, two days in the pit with no food or drink as a start, then regular beatings and conditioning in humility and obedience. Subject to her progress we will see. She is not to be permanently scarred of course and Monseigneur wants her at confession next Saturday suitably repentant and docile"

I lay there listening as if it were a dream, the reality of what was going be done to me slowly penetrating through my hurt and confusion. I whimpered and looked up at Sister Theresa and Miss Caitlin.

"Please " I croaked " I am sorry, let me apologise to Monseugneur, I will do whatever he wants, please don't hurt me" I burst into tears again.

Sister Theresa's voice was glacially cold " Too late, you will be punished Phillipa, you need pain to curb the lustful feelings in your body, you will be humiliated to curb your pride and you will be conditioned to obey and serve"

She snapped at Cailtlin, "as you were responsible you will make the back for her caning, instruct her in the procedure while I go and find Father Whippy" She stamped down to the end of the room and disappeared through a door into the punishment room.

Caitlin reached down, grabbed my hand and hauled me to my feet. "I had just showered and was getting ready for bed when the alarm sounded girl, what on earth possessed you to attack the Bishop?"

Sobbing I started to explain. Caitlin cut me short " you stupid stupid girl, what did I tell you??

I nodded, tears flooding down my face.

"Ok " said Cailtin "we don't have long, remember what I tell you now and do it girl or you will be caned till you pass out".

I sniffed back my tears and listened wide-eyed, shaking with fear. I looked at her and saw her green eyes full of sadness and concern.

"Father Whippy is the cane Sister will use on you" she started to explain "when she puts it to your mouth kiss it. After each stroke say "that is one, or two or whatever number it is and add "thank you Sister".

She shook me "Do you understand- its very important" she hissed.

Weakly I nodded " will it hurt very much" I asked, "will she cane my breasts like Anna's ?"

She sighed and looked at me, " Not your breasts Phillipa, you are too young for that. It will be on your bottom and yes Phillipa it will hurt but I will be holding you so do what I have told you and you will get through it. Also try not to tense your buttocks, try and relax, that will lessen the hurt a little. Now put your arms out in front of you grasp your wrists tightly and put them round my neck".

As I was doing this Sister returned flexing a long thin cane in her hands. "Get her ready and make sure you take position to ensure the cameras record everything. I am sure Monseingneur will want to see this" she snapped at Caitlin.

I stretched out my bare arms, grasping my wrists. Caitlin turned her back to me, dipped a little as she was some 7 inches taller. She reached behind her took my arms and placed them round her neck, her hands under my forearms gripping tightly. She leaned forward a little and straightened up to her full height. This lifted my feet from the floor and pulled me forward so I rested against her back. My naked body curved as it moulded against her. I was aware of the firmness of her body under her nightgown. She moved to the centre of the room carrying me easily on her back.

Sister Theresa stepped towards my face and placed the cane edgeways against my mouth. I closed my eyes and swallowing softly kissed the thin hard wood. She stepped back and to the side. Caitlin's grip under my forearms tightened and I could feel her body trembling a little as she braced herself, her legs slightly parting. Despite my fear, no not fear, my absolute blinding terror, I was still aware of my naked body pressed against hers; my breasts flattened against her shoulders, my mound crushed against the upper swell of her buttocks.

"A little higher please Caitlin " I heard the Sister speak. "

Caitlin bowed a fraction more and my bottom was raised. I squeezed my legs together dreading the cane catching my sex.

"Good" said Sister " that's perfect " a nice pert bottom for Father Whippy to enjoy.

I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself. I heard the hiss of the cane through the air and then my whole world exploded in surge of the most excruciating pain. A lance of fire seared across my buttocks, sending shock waves shuddering through me. I pressed my face against Caitlin's neck screaming in agony. My legs kicking wildly, I writhed on her back. Her hands tightened holding my arms to her, her fingers squeezing as if to relieve some of the hurt.

Slowly the intensity of the pain lessened slightly. It felt so hot, as if a line of fire had been painted across my buttocks. Shuddering I lay panting on Caitlin's back. I heard her whisper hoarsely " don't forget what to say".

Choking back my sobs I grunted " That was one, thank You Sister"

"Two inches higher please Caitlin" Sister's voice was calm "Father Whippy doesn't want to kiss where he has been before".

Caitlin bowed a fraction lower raising my bottom. I made myself relax and drape against her. Her fingers stroked my arms in comfort it seemed as her strong hands and arms held me.

Again the hiss as the cane whistled through the air. I jerked and screamed as it bit deeply into my buttocks just under the previous blow. The pain was only fractionally less intense. Caitlin, under me, staggered a little then gripped my arms fiercely as I tried to let go and slide off her back. I shrieked, my throat sore as the cruel cane tore howls of anguish from my body. My heart was pounding so hard shaking me from head to foot. Her nightdress under my face was soaked with my tears. I bit down hard on the material. I could no longer think of anything but my pain, it overwhelmed me, blotting out everything else.

Caitlin's voice whispered at me urgently through the red pain filled mist that clouded my mind

"Count and thank Phillipa".

I lifted my head and groaned "that was two, thank You Sister".

Her voice seemed to come from faraway "Good girl; Father Whippy is loving your arse Phillipa, Just a little higher Caitlin" she purred.

I felt Caitlin shift slightly and I dropped my head. Again I heard the dreaded hiss .

The cane bit hard into a new part of my abused bottom. Again the lance of fire tore through me, I could no longer scream, my throat was raw and sore. I felt myself slipping away, I wanted to slip into unconsciousness, slip into darkness, anything to escape the pain filled reality of my world. My body felt numb apart from my buttocks which were a mass of fiery agony.

I couldn't take much more of this I knew. From somewhere I remembered and through my bleeding bitten lips I sobbed "That was three, thank You Sister"

Caitlin's hands held me tighter as if she sensed how close I was to losing it completely. I had no more tears left to cry. I buried my head against her neck as she raised me a little higher.

"Very good Caitlin" the Punishment Sister panted softly "As Phillipa is obviously unused to corporal punishment and has been so good this will be the last for now. Father Whippy has picked out a special place for his goodnight kiss. He likes to finish at that lovely tender spot where thighs dimple into the swell of buttocks".

I felt the cane touching me on the underside of my buttock cheeks at the top of my thighs. She pressed it firmly as if marking the exact spot. I gritted my teeth, the knowledge that this was to be the last gave me courage and I hugged Caitlin's neck tight. I heard the hiss again and bit my lower lip hard tasting my blood.

The cane struck me with such ferocity that I felt Caitlin stagger under me as I screeched in agony. This hurt more than any of the others. My legs jumped compulsively as the pain sliced into my tender flesh. I jerked and bucked; screaming at the top of my lungs, my head dropped back and my whole body spasmed, muscles locked. I would have slipped off had not Caitlin's strong arms gripped me tight pinning me to her back. My buttocks were shuddering in agony as the abused nerve endings sent messages of outrage and pain to my brain.

Slowly Caitlin released my arms and I slid to the floor, my legs too weak to support me. Tears were streaming down my face; I licked my lips tasting the salt and the coppery taste of my blood. My buttocks pulsed, the skin hot and tight, the last strike had been wicked and cruel. I slumped on floor, curled up, sobbing. Sister leaned down and pushed the cane against my bruised mouth. I groaned softly, I wanted to bite the cane, to destroy it for hurting me so but remembering, I just kissed it, leaving a trace of blood from my lips to mark the wood.

"That was four, thank You Sister" I sobbed, my throat scratchy and sore.

She looked at me and smiled coldly " well-done girl ". Then she straightened up and snapped at Caitlin, "Put her in the pit while I mark up the punishment book"

Caitlin took my hands and slowly pulled me to my feet. Even the smallest movement sent waves of pain through me. The skin on my bottom was stretched tight; even clenching my buttocks was agony.

"Shall I cream her buttocks first ?" Caitlin asked, her voice strained.

I looked up as I lay curled up whimpering on the floor.

"No Caitlin" Sister's voice was quite sharp. "No sedation and no pain relief, you heard the Bishop's wishes." Her voice then changed in timbre as she asked sharply "I hope you are not developing feelings for the girl Caitlin?"

"No Sister " she replied " I was merely concerned as to scarring, but" ; here she stopped and gripping my hair tightly, stood me straight and dropped her other to my pain seared bottom.

"You have certainly marked her well Sister. No cuts but some exquisite stripes". As she finished her hand closed round one of my cheeks, gripping it hard, fingers cruelly pinching a welt. I jerked and screamed at the sudden stab of pain.

Sister Theresa laughed softly, "Good girl Caitlin but we do have another slight problem; it seems Phillipa has trouble with her bladder".

She pointed to the floor, a small puddle of liquid pooled there on the tiles." I think the slut has peed and from the dampness on the back of your nightdress it isn't the first time.

I flushed with shame. I had not realised I had lost some control of my bladder whilst being caned. Caitlin pulled at my hair forcing my head back.

"Naughty dirty girl" she hissed "perhaps we should fit you with a catheter in future"

I felt such despair, so alone and betrayed, even Caitlin who I thought liked me and would befriend me had turned against me.

"Should we get the dirty girl to lick the floor clean?" she asked the Sister.

"That would certainly be entertaining " Sister Theresa answered "especially for our viewers, a nice red welted arse high in the air as she licks up her piss on all fours, but", she paused " we haven't time now, get her into the pit and one of your penitent girls can clean it up tomorrow. Its time lights were out and you bedded your dormitory down for the night. I will see to the two girls here and then bolt Phillipa in for the night"

With that, Caitlin half carried, half dragged me down the room to the door leading to the punishment room...............

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..