The Convent Ch. 02

At some point during the night, Tori had either passed out or had finally drifted off to sleep. Her hard mattress and lumpy pillow were soaked with her own drool and cum and her limbs ached from the restraints that still bound her to the four corners of the bed. She was still gagged but her blindfold had at least slipped down during the night, allowing her to look around her small, bleak cell as she recalled the events of the previous night.

She had lost count of how many times the pebble had made her orgasm. It had flicked on and off throughout the night, driving her mad with frustration every time it failed to make her climax and causing her to moan and weep when it did. It lay motionless inside of her now, the magical spark that powered it having bled dry at some point overnight. She couldn't bring herself to look at it. Humiliation and anger overwhelmed her and she turned her attention to her shackles and attempting to slip her hands free from the metal bands.

The door to her room opened and a Sister who she did not recognise glided over to her. She wore a plain black dress with long sleeves and a white collar and a black and white habit upon her head. She said nothing as she gently removed the pebble from Tori's pussy and placed it on her nightstand.

"I am going to remove your cuffs," she said slowly. "I have been told to inform you that I am well trained in unarmed combat, and that it would be unwise for you to resist me. Nod if you understand."

Tori stared at the Sister before reluctantly nodding her head. She was in no condition to fight, no matter how much she wanted to her. Her body ached and she was fully expecting her legs to give way when she stood. The Sister unlocked the cuffs around her ankles first before removing the cuffs around her wrists. She helped Tori to sit up and removed her gag and blindfold as Tori rubbed the red flesh where the cuffs had dug into her skin.

"Can you stand?" the Sister asked calmly.

Tori nodded glumly.

"Good," the Sister said. "Come with me."

She placed Tori's cuffs, gag and blindfold on her nightstand as she stood and led the way out of the small cell. Tori followed slowly behind her, willing herself to put one foot in front of the other in a determined effort not to appear weak. She looked around as she stepped out of her cell, surprised to find herself in a cloistered courtyard with a small garden at the centre. There had to have been at least a dozen other cells spaced evenly around the courtyard and as they made their way along the cloisters, she saw several other Sisters emerge from those cells with their prisoners following behind them.

The Sister led her into a large room in the northwest corner of the cloisters. One side of the room was tiled and a rudimentary shower system hung from the low ceiling, whilst a row of wooden benches with holes cut into their rough surface stood against the opposite wall. Wash basins sat on a long wooden table opposite the door, the mirrored wall reflecting Tori's disgust as she looked around the communal bathroom.

"You have ten minutes," the Sister said curtly as she moved to the side of the room.

"You can't be serious?" Tori growled.

The door opened behind them and two prisoners filed in behind Tori. They said nothing and didn't even look at her as they brushed past her towards the toilets.

"Talking is prohibited," the Sister said sternly. "You have ten minutes."

Tori scowled as the door opened again and several more women made their way into the bathroom along with two more Sisters who watched silently as they began their morning routines. They were all a similar age to Tori, all beautiful and all naked. Not one of them spoke as they went about their business and as she looked around, she realised that each one had had their asses branded with the same cross-shaped mark that she had.

"Fine," she grunted uneasily. She crossed to the toilets and sat down between a blonde girl with small, perky tits and a dark skinned woman with full, glossy lips. Neither looked at her as she sat down and although she was desperate to relieve herself, she had to close her eyes and imagine that she was somewhere else before she finally managed to go.

She crossed the room to the showers, hesitating before stepping under the water beside a redheaded woman with a smattering of freckles dotting her pale shoulders. The water was tepid at best but refreshing all the same and she sighed deeply as she felt it run over her aching body. She found a free bar of soap and scrubbed herself clean as best as she could, taking extra care with her brand as she slowly massaged her stinging cheek.

She looked at the redhead before glancing over at the Sisters to make sure they weren't watching.

"Hey," she whispered. "Hey, you hear me?"

The red head's eyes flicked to her own, a look of panic crossing her face.

"Do you know what's going on?" Tori hissed. "Where are we? What..."

"Talking is prohibited, Initiate Tori," the Sister said sharply. "Perhaps you did not hear me?"

"No, I heard you," Tori growled as she looked over at the Sister. "I just chose not to listen."

The Sister shook her head angrily. "Initiates," she said curtly. "Please show Initiate Tori what happens when we disobey the rules of the convent."

Tori turned to the redhead, spying a brief flicker of sorrow in her expression before she reached for her.

"What are you doing?" Tori snarled as the other women surrounded her.

They grabbed her arms and her legs and pushed her up against the cold tiles that covered the wall of the shower. She heard footsteps behind her and craned her neck to see the redhead standing behind her, a leather strap dangling from her hand.

"Three strikes should be sufficient for now," the Sister said coldly.

The redhead nodded silently. She drew her arm back and Tori cried out as she brought the strap down hard on her ass.

"The Lord of Fire is in us all," the Sister intoned.

Crack! The strap struck Tori's ass again. Whatever sympathy she had seen in the redhead's eyes earlier clearly had not lasted as she was putting all of her might into each swing.

"By his fires are our sins purged from our bodies."

Tori snarled as the final blow landed on her ass. Tears stung her eyes and her cheeks burnt with humiliation, but she refused to cry. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

"By his light are we made free."

The other Initiates bowed their heads before releasing Tori and returning to their showers and basins. Tori leant against the wall, breathing heavily as she fought the pain in her ass. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see the Sister standing on the edge of the showers, her hands folded in front of her.

"Discipline is the most important lesson for an Initiate to learn," she said calmly. "I pray that you will understand this soon enough."

Tori glared at the woman, fighting every instinct that she had not to scream and shout and rail at her. She wanted to tell them that their precious Lord of Light did not exist and that what they were doing here was sick. She wanted to grab the Sister and slam her head against the wall behind her, but she did not. She had seen how the other prisoners had reacted. They were all under the Sisters' sway and she thought they were as likely to come to their defence as they were to aid her escape from the convent.

"You have three minutes left," the Sister said sharply before walking back to join the others.

Tori left the shower without looking at anyone and dried herself on a plain white towel that she found next to one of the basins. She splashed some cold water over her stinging ass and washed the tears from her face before pulling her hair into a ponytail as all of the other Initiates seemed to have done. The others were all standing in a line beside the door and she took her place near the back once she had finished. The three Sisters prowled up and down the line inspecting their charges, stopping occasionally to look more closely at someone or to adjust their hair. When they were finally satisfied they led them out of the door back into the courtyard where they walked along the cloisters to another door.

They entered into a large chapel, the high ceilings of which were painted a deep midnight blue. Wooden boards etched with golden scripture hung from the stone walls between gothic styled columns whilst a pair of tall, stained glass windows reflected the sunlight in bursts of colour over the altar it the far end of the chapel. Three rows of wooden pews sat at the rear of the chapel either side of the aisle whilst the rest of the stone floor appeared empty.

"To your places, Initiates," the Sister beside Tori instructed.

Tori watched as the other prisoners began to form rows in front of the pews, each of them kneeling on the cold stone floor facing towards the altar. She caught one of the Sisters glaring at her and made her way uncertainly up the aisle. As she looked around she realised that the floor was as empty as she had first thought. Instead of pews there were long metal bars on the floor, each one broken regularly with semi-circular bands held down by iron pins. Her heart began to race and she froze halfway down the aisle as she watched the other women align themselves to the bands in the floor.

"Initiate Tori," snapped the Sister that had accompanied her from her cell. "Is there a problem?"

Tori turned, fighting the panic that was threatening to consume her. "You can't do this," she said. "I want to leave. Now!"

The Sister smiled coldly as she walked up to her. "You made a commitment, Initiate," she said. "Your life belongs to the church now."

"Fuck the church!" Tori yelled. "Fuck all of you! Let me out of here now! I don't want anything to do with you or the Lord of Light!"

She heard several other initiates gasp and saw the Sister's lip curl. Her hands curled into fists and it seemed like she was about to strike her before a sharp voice cut through the air.

"Thank you, Sister Hannah," said Reverend Mother Cynthia as she strode into the chapel.

The other Sisters and Initiates swiftly bowed their heads as Cynthia drew up beside Tori and smiled humourlessly.

"Initiate Tori," she said cooly. "I see you are still causing trouble."

"I want to leave," Tori hissed.

Cynthia shrugged. "That can be arranged," she said. "I can put you on a carriage back to Everdale within an hour if that is what you want? I am sure there is still a cell in Friar's Gate that can house you until your execution for kidnapping the Princess."

Tori pressed her lips together as she glared at the Reverend Mother.

"Or you can remain here," Cynthia continued. "You can follow our rules and complete your initiation. You can become a Sister and do some good with your life. The choice really is yours, but do not make the mistake of thinking we are keeping you here against your will."

It was a ridiculous notion but Tori saw the truth of the Reverend Mother's words. She did have a choice, but at the same time there was only one choice that she could make. She hung her head in defeat and waited to find out what would happen next.

"Secure the Initiates," the Reverend Mother said to Sister Hannah. "Start with this one."

"Yes, Reverend Mother," Sister Hannah replied. She took Tori's arm and directed her to a space on the floor at the front of the chapel between two blonde girls. "Kneel," she hissed.

Tori did as she instructed, kneeling between the two metal bars as the girls beside her were doing. She closed her eyes, thinking about her life before coming to the convent as Sister Hannah snapped the iron bands shut over her ankles.

"To the floor, Initiate," Hannah said.

Tori clenched her jaw as she prostrated herself on the floor, listening to the clinking of metal as Sister Hannah closed the largest iron band around her neck before locking her wrists in place on each side of her head. She now could not sit up. Her face was pressed against the stone floor and her ass was pointed up towards the ceiling. She could just about see the Altar if she craned her neck in the right direction and as she did so, She saw the Reverend Mother smiling as she looked down at her.

She waited as the Sisters locked the other Initiates into place on the floor before taking their seats at the back of the chapel. More Sisters must have joined them at some point because someone began to play a sombre tune on the organ that she had spied at the back of the room and the Sisters rose and began to sing a dreary hymn that Tori thought she might have recognised.

When the hymn was finally over, the Sisters sat down and Tori saw the Reverend Mother approach the altar.

"Blessed be you all," she said,

"Blessed be the Lord of Fire," her congregation replied.

"We gather here today, as always, to give thanks to our Lord and to reflect on our souls. We are none of us innocent. We stand here amongst thieves, murderers and kidnappers. Yet we also stand amongst the redeemed."

Tori looked at the girl beside her and saw that she was praying, her lips moving soundlessly as she mouthed the Pyre Prayer.

"We are proof that the Lord of Fire offers forgiveness for those that truly repent. We are proof that his power can purge us of our sins... We have but to let him in."

Someone moaned loudly at the back of the chapel. The sound made Tori tense and she twisted in her shackles in a useless attempt to see what had happened.

"Your paths are not certain," Cynthia continued. "But as I look out upon you all, I know that in time you will find absolution. For some of you, the journey is almost at its end. For others, you still have a ways to go. But know that you do not walk this path alone."

Another moan, this time laced with a squeal of pleasure. Tori's heart was racing. She could now hear people walking between the rows of Initiates, their footsteps slow and deliberate. The Reverend Mother's voice faded into the background, her promises of salvation and redemption muted beneath the blood that pounded in Tori's ears as a shadow fell over her. She struggled to look behind her, unable to see who had approached her or why until she felt the some thing hard and round press against her pussy.

"Wait!" she gasped.

The device began to vibrate against her clit suddenly. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. Her toes curled, she clenched her fists and her eyes rolled back into her head. The pebble had been nothing compared to the power of the device that now tormented her, and after a while even the stinging welts that the leather strap had left on her ass began to feel good, heightening her rapidly growing sense of ecstasy. A moan dragged itself from her throat and she could not help but lean backwards into the vibrator, desperate for the release it offered. In that moment, she forgot where she was. She forgot that she was surrounded by strangers and she forgot that the Sisters and Reverend Mother were watching her. She pulled against the metal bands that pinned her to the floor, enjoying the sensation of the restraints digging into her flesh. She even enjoyed the sound of the other Initiates receiving their blessings in turn.

The device was pulled away moments before she thought she was about to explode. She groaned in frustration, pressing her face to the stone floor as the fire that had built within her flickered and began to fade. Her pussy was wet, the product of her arousal dripping down her thighs as she quivered on the floor. What the fuck had just happened?

Her head was spinning and she found herself unable to focus on Mother Cynthia's sermon as the moans of pleasure continued around the room. By the time it was over, it seemed that every Initiate had felt the vibrator's touch, but none of them had been permitted the release that they all so desperately wanted. The Sisters made their way up and down the rows of Initiates, unlocking them all one by one and leaving them to clamber to their feet and form an unsteady line in the chapel's aisle. Some of the Initiates looked angry, others had tears rolling down their cheeks whilst some simply stared blankly ahead, their expressions hollow and empty.

Tori stood between the two blonde girls, the one in front of her still praying silently to herself. Her pussy was still craving attention, eager to finish what the vibrator had started, and Tori had to actively clench her fists to keep from touching herself as they were led back into the cloisters to a third room in the next corner of the courtyard.

They entered another large space with four long tables facing a fifth table set at a ninety degree angle to the others. A hatch in the wall to the right of the tables opened into a kitchen of sorts and as they entered, the Initiates took it in turns to line up and collect a tray of food from the Sisters working in the kitchen. Tori took her tray before taking a seat by herself on the table farthest away from the Sisters. She stared down at her tray which contained a bowl of porridge, some fruit and a cup of green tea. She was famished but also aware that no one else had begun to eat yet so she waited until all of the other Initiates had collected their food and the Sisters had taken their seats at the table at the head of the room.

Sister Hannah stood and looked around the room slowly before nodding. "You may begin," she said curtly.

The sound of cutlery scraping against bowls filled the room as the Initiates began to eat. No one spoke and Tori imagined that the same rules regarding not talking applied here as they did in the bathroom. She picked up her bowl and despite her hunger, ate slowly as she looked around the room. There were just over a dozen Initiates in all and it was clear from the tattoos and the other marks that she could see that they had all been involved in some form of criminal activity at one point or another. She wondered how they had come to be here and whether they had been given the same impossible choice that she had.

As the Initiates began to finish their meals she watched them stand and return their trays to the hatches before peeling off into the courtyard either alone or in small groups. As Tori finished her own meal she stood and walked over to the hatch passing her tray to the Sister in the kitchen without a word. She was wondering what she was supposed to do then when she felt someone tap her on the shoulder and she turned to see Sister Hannah standing behind her.

"Initiate Tori," she said. "You will come with me."

"Why?" Tori asked without thinking.

Hannah's grey eyes narrowed. Her face was the only part of her head visible beneath her black and white habit yet somehow she still radiated a kind of terrifying beauty that briefly reminded Tori of how Zara had used to look at her.

"Now, Initiate," she growled.

Tori scowled at the Sister but with little other choice, fell into step behind her as she led her from the dining hall back into the cloisters. The other Initiates that had already finished their breakfast were milling about in the courtyard garden, some talking to one another, whilst others knelt in front of a shrine secluded between two rose bushes, their heads bent in prayer. A few of them, including the redhead that had whipped her earlier, glanced at her as Sister Hannah led her through the cloisters, but no one said anything as Hannah pushed open a large set of doors set halfway down the north wall and strode into the adjoining corridor.

Tori stared at Hannah's back as they walked down the narrow corridor. She was slightly taller than the Sister was and with Hannah's back to her, she had the advantage of surprise. This was her chance to slip away and maybe find a way out of the damned convent at last! Her hands closed into fists and she clenched her jaw as she lunged towards the other woman, slamming her against the stone wall of the corridor with a snarl of pent of aggression. Hannah hissed as she twisted to absorb the impact of striking the wall, raising her arms with startling speed to block the sucker punch Tori had aimed at her face. The Sister moved fluidly away from the wall, the heels of her shoes clicking loudly as she twisted to avoid another of Tori's wild swings and parry her follow up attack.

Unease settled with Tori's gut as she reeled from a swift kick to her side. Hannah was faster than her and her fighting style was far more refined. Tori was a good brawler, but where her attacks were instinctual and fuelled by anger and desperation, Hannah's movements were precise and every blow that she landed was delivered to its maximum effect. Tori was already tiring and before she knew what had happened, Hannah had slipped behind her and hooked her arm around her neck like a vice. The Sister squeezed, digging her knee into Tori's back as she forced her onto her knees.

"Yield," she hissed.

Tori rasped as she clawed at Hannah's arm, unable to breath as the Sister squeezed the breath from her body. She tapped her arm and nodded, gulping down air as Hannah released her and took a step backwards.

"I warned you what would happen if you tried to fight me," the Sister said coldly.

"What... What the fuck was that?" Tori gasped.

Hannah looked down at her and smiled thinly. "You'll find out eventually," she said. "Provided your arrogance doesn't get you killed first." She reached into her dress and tossed a pair of cuffs and a blindfold onto the floor in front of her. "Put these on," she said. "I've had enough of you for one day."

Reluctantly Tori slipped the blindfold on over her eyes before cuffing her hands behind her back. She felt Hannah's hand close around her arm as the Sister helped her to her feet before marching her on down a series of twisting corridors and winding stairs. She head voices occasionally as well as singing but none of it seemed close by and after a short while they passed through another door and she felt Hannah's hand leave her arm.

"What's this?" said another voice that Tori did not recognise.

"Apologies, Mother Isobel," Hannah said. "She attempted to overpower me on the way here."

"Is she still agitated?"

"I think I made my point, Mother," Hannah replied, the smugness of her voice making Tori's lip curl.

"Very well. Bring her forward and let us see what we have to work with."

Tori tensed as Hannah dragged her forwards several paces before unlocking her cuffs and removing her blindfold. She blinked in the light of the small room that she found herself in and looked around. Dresses hung from hangers on the walls alongside bolts of black and white fabrics and racks of heeled shoes and boots. Mannequins garbed in half finished clothes stood stationary around a central sewing table where a kindly woman with greying hair sat on a stool watching her. She wore the same black dress as the other sisters and Tori could see her habit lying on the table out of her reach. The only thing to mark her as a Mother was the small gold band that trimmed her broad white collar.

"My, aren't you a beauty?" she said with a smile as she approached Tori.

Tori bit her tongue as she looked down at the older woman. Hannah had moved to the corner of the room and stood with her hands tucked into the opposite sleeves of her dress as she watched her like a hawk.

"What's your name, dear?" Mother Isobel asked.

"Tori," she replied bluntly.

"A lovely name," she replied. "I'm going to take some measurements now, if you don't mind, Tori?"

She nodded uncertainly, watching as Mother Isobel collected a tape from her table and began to take Tori's arm and leg measurements, repeating the sizes over and over to herself as worked her way over Tori's body.

"What's this for?" Tori asked eventually.

Mother Isobel smiled up at her. "Why, your uniform of course," she said. "Did you think you would work in your skin all the time?"

Tori scowled over at Hannah and shrugged. "I don't even know what this place is," she said curtly.

"Ah, I suppose not," Mother Isobel said thoughtfully as she walked over to one of the larger dressers that also filled the room. "Needless to say that this convent provides services that are vital to Everdale's continued existence."

Tori snorted. "And what does chaining us up and torturing us have to with that?"

Mother Isobel peered around the wardrobe door and smiled. "You are but an Initiate," she said. "First you must learn discipline. Then you may learn more about our duties here." She reached back into the wardrobe before exclaiming, "Ah! Here we are."

She returned from the cupboard holding a black body suit in her arms. The material was thin and glossy and Tori thought it looked far too small for her to possibly fit into.

"Sister, a hand if you would?" Mother Isobel said.

"You expect me to wear this?" Tori hissed as she took a step backwards.

"You will do what is required of you," Sister Hannah growled threateningly.

"Hush, Hannah," Mother Isobel said gently. She looked at Tori and smiled softly. "You are part of our Order now, Tori," she said. "Like it or not, that makes you one of us. This is not only a symbol of your place as an Initiate, but it is also a symbol that you are part of our Sisterhood. Would you please try this on?"

Tori licked her lips, her eyes darting from Hannah's impatient face to Mother Isobel's kind eyes. She knew that she didn't have a choice and that they would make her wear the bodysuit either way, but the way Mother Isobel had spoken of their Sisterhood and her kindly demeanour had at least put her somewhat at ease. She swallowed her nervousness and gave a small nod of her head.

Mother Isobel smiled brightly at her and together she and Sister Hannah helped Tori into the bodysuit. The fabric was thin and mercifully stretchy. It clung to her body like a second skin, hugging her ass and tits and cinching her waist as Hannah zipped her into the suit from behind. She looked at herself in the mirror, watching the light bounce off the latex suit as she turned slowly from side to side.

"You look magnificent," Mother Isobel said. "Wait here."

She returned a few moments later with a pair of glossy, knee high boots with wedge heels. She helped Tori step into the boots before holding out a hood with cut outs for her mouth and eyes. Tori hesitated before nodding, allowing Mother Isobel to slip the hood over her head and pull her long brown hair through an opening just behind her crown. Her whole body was now wrapped in latex but despite the tightness of the suit she was not uncomfortable. There were slits cut for her nostrils and the fabric had just enough stretch to allow her to breath unhindered.

"One final touch," Mother Isobel said. She turned to her table and pulled a small gold cross hanging from a thin chain from one of the drawers. She placed the necklace over Tori's head before making the symbol of the cross over her own chest and bowing her head.

"May the Lord of Fire guide you through your initiation," Mother Isobel said.

"Amen," Sister Hannah replied, bowing her head in turn. She looked at Tori, her grey eyes gleaming, before turning to Mother Isobel. "Are you done with her, Mother?"

"I think so," Mother Isobel said. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Tori. Until our paths cross again."

"Blessings be with you, Mother Isobel," Sister Hannah said before striding forwards and grabbing Tori's arm. She marched her from the room, Tori struggling to keep her balance on the wedge heels that she now wore.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

Sister Hannah did not reply as she marched Tori down the stone corridor past windows of stained glass and tapestries depicting the Lord of Fire's many miracles. They passed several doors on one side of the hallway before Hannah paused to unlock one and pushed Tori inside. The room beyond was not much bigger than Tori's own cell. There was a single bed with plain, crisp white sheets, a wardrobe and a writing desk with a simple wooden chair in front of it. A cross hung on the wall over the bed and a worn copy of the Book of the Flame lay on the nightstand beside it.

"Where are we?" Tori asked nervously.

Hannah's lip curled as she closed the door behind her and slid the latch shut. "Did you think I'd forgotten your little attempt to overpower me?" she hissed.

"I did what you told me to," Tori replied, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"No," Hannah said curtly. "You did not. And now you will be punished."

She pulled open the wardrobe and Tori's eyes widened at the sight of dozens of cuffs, gags and dildos hanging from the rail inside.

"It is my duty to make sure Initiates such as yourself follow the rules of our Order," Hannah said, running a finger slowly over the leather cuffs that dangled from the wardrobe. "Discipline is the first lesson that every Initiate must learn. Only then can your work truly begin."

"Fuck you!" Tori hissed, bumping up against Hannah's bed as she backed away from the Sister. "Fuck you and fuck your order!"

Hannah smiled as she turned to face Tori, a set of leather straps held in her hand. "Turn around," she ordered. Tori hesitated and her smile only widened. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Turn around now, Initiate."

There was nothing Tori could do. Not whilst she was wearing those ridiculous heels and certainly not when she knew what Hannah was capable of. She turned around and waited as Hannah walked up to her and began to bind her arms with the leather straps around her wrists and above her elbows.

"Kneel," she ordered.

Tori dropped slowly to her knees, staring straight ahead at the opposite wall as Hannah strapped her calfs to her thighs before ordering her to open her mouth and pushing a large ring gag between her teeth. She breathed slowly through the circular gag, watching as Hannah reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her dress, allowing it to tumble to the floor around her ankles. Beneath the dress she wore a pair of black lace panties, a matching bra, black high heels and a pair of white, lace-topped stockings that came up to her thighs. She still wore her black and white habit, as if baring her hair was somehow more sinful than showing her admittedly perfect body.

Hannah ran her hands over the row of dildos in her wardrobe before stopping on a pink one that was fitted to a kind of harness. She took it out of the wardrobe and slipped the harness around her waist.

Tori glared up at Hannah as the Sister walked slowly over to her, cradling the dildo in her hand. Her shoulders rose and fell, the latex suit creaking softly and her own blood pounding in her ears. She was trembling, though whether from fear or anger she did not know. Hannah stopped in front of her, the dildo hovering in the air only a few inches from her open mouth.

"The Reverend Mother speaks highly of you," Sister Hannah said with an edge of irritation in her voice. "I, on the other hand, have yet to be impressed with you." She placed her hand on the back of Tori's head and smiled thinly. "Let's see if you can change my mind."

Hannah pushed Tori's head forwards and she gagged as the dildo slid between the o-ring gag, into her throat. Hannah allowed her to pull back before ramming her head down onto the shaft over and over again, forcing her to take the toy deeper into her mouth with every stroke. Tears stung Tori's eyes as she choked on the dildo. She strained against the straps that bound her and tossed her head but Hannah's grip on her head was firm and there was nothing she could do until the Sister at last let her come up for air. Spots danced in her vision as she gasped for air. Tears ran down her cheeks, drool oozed from behind her gag and strings of saliva ran from her lips to the dildo.

"Not bad," Hannah muttered, stroking Tori's cheek. "Did you enjoy that, Initiate?"

Tori glared up at her, managing to find a shred of resilience buried deep inside of herself. "Uck-oo!" she groaned defiantly.

Hannah smiled thinly. "I see we still have work to do."

Tori braced herself as Hannah grabbed the back of her head and rammed the dildo down her throat again. She shuddered as she gagged, drool dribbling from her lips as Hannah fucked her face. Tori's head spun and her vision became a blur as she hung on the edge of consciousness.

"You're a cock sucking whore, aren't you, Initiate?" Sister Hannah snarled.

Tori groaned, nodding her head if only to get Hannah to stop. Her throat was raw and she felt like she might be sick at any moment and yet, somewhere within her something primal had been stirred. A part of her she realised with a sickening feeling, was actually enjoying this.

Hannah went to the wardrobe and picked out a leather blindfold which she placed over Tori's eyes. She pushed her forwards onto the cool stone floor, her ass now pointing up at the ceiling as it had been in the chapel. Tori's heart was racing as she felt Hannah slowly slide the double zip that went from her groin all the way up her back down to expose her pussy. She felt the head of the dildo slide over her opening and groaned despite herself.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Initiate?" Hannah asked cooly.

Tori screwed her eyes shut and said nothing. She didn't know what she wanted anymore.

Hannah slapped her ass, just above where she had been branded. The pain made Tori squeal and fresh tears stung her eyes beneath her blindfold.

"Did you hear me, Initiate?"

Tori moaned, the pain in her ass settling back to a dull ache that only heightened her senses. She could feel the dildo behind her and her own juices as they trickled down her thigh, her body unable to deny the arousal that she was feeling. She nodded quickly. Her cheeks burning with humiliation. She felt Hannah move behind her and then groaned as the dildo slid slowly into her pussy. She arched her back, her eyes fluttering beneath the blindfold as Hannah placed her hands on her ass and began to thrust her hips back and forth, driving the dildo into her over and over again. Tori bit down on her gag, tears rolling freely down her cheeks as she wept on the floor. She didn't understand what was happening. She knew it was wrong but she did not want Hannah to stop. The restraints, the gag, the latex, the dildo driving into her over and over again. Her senses were overwhelmed. She could not control herself and suddenly she was screaming as she came harder than she had ever done before. Her whole body tensed, her joints popping as she strained against the leather straps that bound her before collapsing limply on the floor. She lay there silently, a shaking, quivering puddle of emotion and pleasure.

The sound of Hannah's footsteps as she moved around the room seemed to come from far, far away. Tori was stuck in a trance as the Sister undid the straps around her legs and pulled her to her feet. They moved through the convent in silence, Tori stumbling frequently as her legs gave way beneath her. After what felt like an age she heard the sound of a door being opened and Hannah's hand leave her arm. The door closed behind her and she was left alone, swaying uneasily on her heels, her arms still bound behind her back, her gag and blindfold still in place.

Someone approached her and she flinched away in fear as she felt them place a hand on her arm to steady her. They reached up and slid the blindfold from her head and Tori found herself staring into the face of the redhead that she had met in the bathroom earlier that morning. Behind her, Tori could see the other Initiates peering at her from the courtyard garden.

"I'm sorry," the redhead whispered.

Tori frowned only to have her blindfold pulled back into place as the other woman released her arm and walked away, leaving her alone once again...