The Convent Ch. 04

There was little about Tori's new routine that she enjoyed, but the evening classes that she and the other Initiates were forced to attend were easily the thing she found the most tedious. The lessons took place within a large room that she imagined was not dissimilar to any ordinary classroom. Desks sat in neat rows before a large blackboard whilst tapestries bearing lines of scripture in gold thread hung between the arched windows that lined the walls on either side of the room. They were led into the classroom in silence, their wrists and ankles shackled and ball gags pressed into their mouths. One by one the sisters would lead them to their desks where their ankle chains would be secured to metal rings in the floor before their wrists were freed from their cuffs. The Sisters would then spend hours reciting verses from the Holy Book whilst the Initiates were made to copy the same passages onto blank parchment over and over again until they could repeat them word for word. Anyone who refused to do the work, or whose work was deemed to be sub-standard, was swiftly punished by the Sisters for the whole class too see. Tori had learned that the hard way.

She winced as she set her pen down on the desk in front of her. She had filled ten sheets of parchment, front and back, with the same damned paragraph over and over again. Her wrists ached from the work and she was sick of hearing Sister Hannah's droning voice as she paced back and forth in front of the Initiates with a copy of the Holy Book in her hands. The Sister who had demanded to see Tori's work picked up the papers and began looking over them, her blue eyes darting from side to side as she read.

"Stupid girl," she hissed. "You've drooled all over the last page. Redo it!"

Tori scowled as the Sister slapped the offending piece of parchment on the desk in front of her and pointed to the tiny mark in the bottom left corner. The ball gags that they were made to wear meant it was almost impossible for the Initiates not to drool on their work, not that the Sisters considered that to be an excuse though. Tori could feel her cheeks growing hot as she glared at the paper in front of her, her anger threatening to make her do something she knew she would regret until she felt Emily kick her gently beneath the table. She exhaled slowly as she picked up her pen and began to redo her final page.

Another hour passed before the Initiates were finally dismissed and taken to the dining hall for their evening meal. They ate in silence before filtering slowly back into the courtyard garden within the cloisters in small groups where they could enjoy their only hour of freedom before their curfew. Tori and Emily found a spot on the edge of the garden, sitting beneath one of the large stone arches where they could watch the other Initiates come and go.

"I'm going to destroy this place," Tori said quietly.

Emily glanced at her, the smirk on her face revealing how likely she thought that was. "Wouldn't that be something?" she muttered.

"I mean it," Tori said firmly. "I'm going to break out of here and then I'm going to let everyone know what these sick fucks are doing!"

Emily laughed softly. "Do you think anyone would actually care?"

Tori hesitated as she thought back to the day before when she and the other Initiates had been bound and gagged within the main church for the convent's congregation to amuse themselves with. No one had batted an eyelid at the sight of them and hundreds of people had donated to the convent's cause for a chance to torment the Initiates. Emily was right. They were all criminals; murderers, kidnappers and thieves, who would otherwise have been executed for their crimes if they had not chosen to join the convent. No one would care what the Church was doing to them.

"I'm still getting out of here," Tori grunted.

"Is that right?" Emily replied, her eyes sparkling beneath her red hair. She really was very pretty and Tori was having a hard time not staring at her bare tits as she leaned towards her. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Working on it," Tori muttered. "I need to get out of here first though."

"Out of here?" Emily replied, gesturing the cloisters that surrounded them. "You'd have to become an Acolyte to be allowed out of here on your own and that lot are the only ones who stand a chance of that."

Tori glanced over at the shrine in the middle of the garden where half a dozen Initiates were knelt in a circle praying. Emily had told her about these Initiates the night before as well. They were the ones who the Sisters had already broken; women who were either too scared to think for themselves or fanatics who genuinely believed that this was their only chance for redemption. Tori would have pitied them, if the sight of them bowing and kissing the feet of the Sisters didn't make her cringe so much.

"If that's what it takes," she murmured through clenched teeth.

A bell rang out suddenly across the garden, frightening the bats that roosted in the eves above them. One by one, the Initiates began to rise and returned to their cells for the night. Tori looked at Emily as she stood up and flashed her a tired smile.

"See you tomorrow," she said before traipsing away.

Reluctantly, Tori climbed down from the wall and made her way back to her own cell. Her heart sank as she saw Sister Hannah waiting by the door for her, her hands folded within the sleeves of her long, plain black gown.

"Hurry up, Initiate," she snapped. "I don't have all night."

Tori bit her tongue as she brushed past the Sister into her cell and waited beside the bed. Hannah followed her inside, pulling the heavy, iron bound door shut behind her with a dull thud. The room seemed even smaller with the two of them inside and the smell of Hannah's rose scented perfume filled Tori's nostrils as the Sister approached her. Tori wanted nothing more than to sleep unhindered but she knew by now that was unlikely to ever happen again.

"Did you enjoy today's lesson?" Hannah asked her.

Tori stared straight at the wall in front of her, deliberately choosing to ignore the Sister as she prowled around her like a lion sizing up its prey.

"I see you have made a friend," Hannah continued. "That is good. The Sisterhood is like a family."

A snort of laughter escaped Tori's mouth before she could contain it and she felt Hannah stiffen beside her.

"You doubt this?" she said coldly. "The Sisterhood protects its own. We watch out for one another and guard against those that threaten the church. Mother Cynthia assures me that you will be a fine addition to our family, but I have my doubts."

"So you've said before," Tori replied, her whole body trembling with anger. "I wonder though, if you are just afraid of being replaced?"

Hannah's hand shot out, slapping her hard across the face. Tori gasped, blinking away the spots that danced before her eyes even as a smile crept across her face. It had been worth it to know she had got under Hannah's skin.

"You think you are special, Initiate," Hannah hissed. "But I've seen your kind before. You are nothing, a rat plucked from the gutter to serve a higher purpose than you could ever understand."

Tori laughed softly, finally turning to look directly into Hannah's eyes. "Aren't we all?" she hissed. "What brought you here, Sister? Did you kill someone? Fuck the wrong person? What happened that turned you into such an evil cunt?"

She knew she should stop but she couldn't help herself. The anger in Hannah's eyes, however well the Sister thought she was doing to conceal it, was giving her too much pleasure. Tori raised her chin, smiling thinly as she held the Sister's icy glare.

"We were all taken from the gutter, Sister," she hissed. "You are no better than I am. Only... I kidnapped the fucking Princess. What have you ever done with your miserable life?"

Hannah snarled as she slammed Tori against the wall beside her bed, pressing her face into the cool, hard stone. Tori could feel the Sister's breath on the back of her neck as she began to secure cuffs to her wrists and she laughed to know how angry she had made her even as Hannah pressed a shiny black ball gag into her mouth and pulled the straps tight behind her head.

"I am going to enjoy this," Hannah spat as she grabbed Tori's hair and pushed her facedown onto the bed.

Tori growled angrily behind the gag, doing her best to keep her breathing even. She twisted her head as she listened to the sounds of Hannah undressing and she saw the Sister's dress fall to the floor around her ankles, her black heels and white lace stockings visible between Tori's own legs as Hannah climbed onto the bed behind her. Something grazed her thigh and before she could work out what it was, a leather strap came down hard upon her ass and she screamed from the shock and the pain that spread like wildfire over her cheeks.

"I am getting sick and tired of your shit!" Hannah snarled as she brought the strap down onto Tori's ass again. "I am your superior and you will respect me!"

The strap came down again and Tori felt her breath leave her body. Her ass was on fire and she could already feel the welts beginning to form on her skin. She tried to roll away but Hannah's hand clamped around her thigh like a vice to hold her in place as she delivered another series of punishing blows. Tears stung Tori's eyes but she refused to cry in front of Hannah.

"You are nothing!" Hannah growled, yanking her hair back again to whisper sinisterly into her ear. "You belong to me, Initiate. You are mine to do with as I please, to fuck as I please! Do you understand?"

Tori bit down on the gag in her mouth, her cheeks pink and flushed, her ass raw and burning from the flogging she had received. All of the anger and the rage that she had kept bottled up inside her spilled out from the cage she had kept it in and before she could stop herself, she swung her head violently to the side and heard a satisfying crunch as her skull connected with Hannah's nose.

The Sister yelped as she leapt back off the bed, clutching her face as she stumbled into Tori's view. She was still wearing her black and white trimmed habit over her head as well as the lacy black thong and bra that Tori had seen her in before. Her figure was admittedly incredible but as Hannah brought her hand away from her nose Tori was delighted to see that her face wasn't as unblemished as it once had been.

"That was a mistake," Hannah snarled as she wiped the blood splatter from under her swollen nose.

She disappeared out of view, leaving Tori alone on the bed to think about what her punishment would be. She wondered what Emily would say if she had seen her? She wondered if any of the other Initiates had ever struck one of the Sisters before? She knew she would probably regret goading Hannah in the coming days, but right now the taste of victory was so strong that she didn't much care what Hannah might do.

The bed creaked as Hannah climbed onto the mattress behind her. Tori felt her place straps around her ankles, calfs and thighs, binding her legs tightly together so that the only thing below her waist that she could move were her toes. She breathed into her bedsheets, her heart racing as she waited for the strap to strike her ass again but instead she felt something cool and wet splash between her cheeks. She frowned, momentarily confused, before suddenly she felt something small, round and hard press against her ass. Her eyes widened and she cried out as Hannah forced the little round ball into her ass. She had had lovers who had tried to convince her before, but Tori had never let anyone put anything inside her ass and the sensation of her hole stretching to accommodate the ball was worse than any flogging she had received before. As the first ball slid inside of her she felt another follow afterwards and then another, each one getting progressively larger and forcing the previous ones deeper inside of her. It hurt like hell and the fact that it was Hannah who was doing it made it all the more embarrassing but somewhere deep, deep inside of her, she wanted the Sister to carry on. She wanted her to keep stretching her ass because beneath the pain and the humiliation, she liked the way that it felt.

The last ball, which to Tori's sensation might have been the size of a fist, slid slowly inside of her aching ass. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her refusal to cry in front of Hannah forgotten in the face of this new sensation. Every time she moved she felt the beads shift inside her, twisting and turning in ways that made her both wince in discomfort and caused her eyelids to flutter in ecstasy.

Hannah leaned in close, the smell of her perfume a dizzying scent that caused Tori's head to spin. "Do you like that, Slut?" she hissed, grabbing Tori's ass and squeezing her tender skin.

Tori whimpered, a single strand of drool oozing out from behind her gag. She didn't know what she wanted anymore.

Hannah rolled her onto her back, staring down at her with her cold, pitiless eyes as she moved to straddle her stomach. "You see how much easier it is when you submit?" she hissed. "Don't you want to just submit, Initiate?"

It was becoming harder to fight what she was feeling. She wanted to tell Hannah to go and fuck herself, that she would never submit to her, and yet... She could feel her arousal between her own bound legs and heard a moan escape her lips as Hannah reached down and pinched her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. The Sister shuffled forwards on her knees and Tori only half resisted as she knelt over her head, the smell of the Sister's own arousal coming from beneath her lace panties. She placed her hand on the back of Tori's head, tilting her head forwards and pressing her mouth against the mound beneath her thong. Tori groaned, inhaling her scent as Hannah ground her hips against her gagged lips.

"That's it," Hannah purred, her own breathing suddenly sounding shallow and fast.

Tori pressed her eyes shut, her cheeks hot and flushed as she resisted the urge to press her face into the Sister's pussy. Hannah's panties were wet against her lips and after a moment she reached down and slid them aside to reveal her perfect, pink pussy.

"Do you want to taste it?" Hannah asked.

Tori turned away, unable to look at the Sister for fear of what she might say. She felt Hannah grab her chin and turn her head back to face her, her eyes sparkling dangerously in the candlelight of the small cell. "I wont let you unless you tell me you want it," she growled.

Tori wanted so badly to resist but her body had already betrayed her. A tear rolled slowly down her face as she nodded, lifting her chin up as Hannah slowly hooked the ball gag from out of her mouth and let it fall down around her neck. They looked at each other for several moments before Hannah grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her face into her pussy, completing Tori's embarrassment. She closed her eyes as she stuck out her tongue like a good little slave, lapping up Hannah's juices with an eagerness that only added to her humiliation. She felt the Sister tense above her and heard her moan as she ground her hips against her face, smothering her between her soft, smooth thighs. Tori squirmed beneath the Sister but did not stop exploring. She pressed her tongue deep into Hannah's pussy, desperate to taste her as the Sister rode her face. She felt Hannah's fist tighten in her hair and her scream of pleasure was lost to Tori as her thighs tightened around her head.

Tori felt as though she was in a trace, the taste of Hannah's pussy was like wine that she had become drunk on. Her head spun as Hannah slowly climbed off of the bed, sliding her panties back into place and pulling her dress back up over her shoulders as if nothing had happened. She looked down at Tori, cruel delight etched upon her face as she leaned in close and whispered into her ear.

"If you ever hit me like that again, I will fucking break you."

Tori shivered as the Sister pressed the ball gag back into her mouth and blew out the candles. She left her alone in her cell, her scent still lingering in the air long into the night.

****

Tori awoke the next morning feeling sore, embarrassed and worst of all, horny. She could barely look at Hannah as the Sister entered her cell, although she did notice that her nose was still puffy and swollen. She rolled Tori onto her back silently and began to remove the string of beads from her ass, each one making her shudder and moan into her gag as it popped out of her aching hole. Hannah then removed the straps from her legs, the cuffs from her wrists and finally her ball gag before marching her to the bathroom without a word where the other Initiates were already preparing themselves for the day. She went straight to shower and stood under the tepid water for as long as possible, closing her eyes as she tried not to think about what had happened last night.

After they had washed and bound their hair in ponytails, the Initiates were brought to the small chapel for their morning sermon. As usual, they were placed in metal cuffs and collars bolted to the stone floor with their heads against the stone and their asses facing the ceiling. Tori was almost looking forward to the sermon if only for the vibrating wands that the Sisters used on the Initiates to make them cum throughout the reading. She braced herself as she heard footsteps behind her, the sound of the Sister's reading lost beneath the moans, squeals and frantic praying of the other Initiates that surrounded her. She felt the unmoving head of the wand touch her thigh and move slowly up her leg towards her pussy and clenched her fists as she waited for the release that she craved until the Sister just walked away.

Tori twisted in her shackles, trying not to let her frustration show upon her face. The two Initiates beside her began to moan as they received the attention that she had been denied but the shackles and the iron collar prevented her from looking at the Sisters. She gritted her teeth, pressing her forehead against the cool stone as she listened to the other Initiates receive their 'blessings', and hoped that the Sisters were only teasing her.

The sermon ended with Tori feeling unsatisfied and angry. She was tense and on edge, fearful that her lack of release might have been a sign that something else was due to happen that day. She ate her breakfast swiftly and was one of the first to finish and step out into the garden to await their orders for the day. She didn't know what to do with herself. The sun was shining brightly overhead, the starlings chirruping excitedly to one another in the trees. The temptation to go back to her cell and finish herself off was strong but perhaps that was part of the test. With nothing else to do she wandered over to the shrine in the centre of the garden and crouched down to examine the faded stone. The writing was worn with age but the passage was one that she had heard many times since arriving at the convent.

"What is in my soul, my body cannot take from me," she muttered.

She looked up as a shadow fell over the shrine and saw one of the more devoted Initiates standing over her. She was a year or so older than Tori was with coal black hair, ebony skin and big, brown eyes. She smiled at Tori and gestured to the shrine.

"May I join you?" she asked.

"Suit yourself," Tori said with a shrug.

The girl knelt beside her and bowed her head before making the symbol of the cross over her chest. "My name is Initiate Lyra," she said, her tone almost lyrical.

"Tori," she replied carefully.

"Initiate Tori," she said with another warm smile. "Will join me in prayer?"

Tori chewed her tongue as Lyra offered her her hand. She had no interest in praying to a god that she did not believe in but if she was to ever obtain the rank of Acolyte then she knew she had to start acting the part.

"I don't know how," she said slowly.

Lyra beamed at her. "I'll show you."

She took her hand in hers and bowed her head, placing her other hand on the shrine as she did so. Tori followed her lead and after a moment of silence she heard Lyra begin to speak.

"Lord of Light, father to us all. We pray to you and to your servant, Saint Sephoria, in whose humble care we take solace in..."

It seemed to go on forever. Every word that Lyra spoke turned Tori's stomach and served only to fuel her anger and frustration. Her thanks were empty, her talk of redemption and the saving of her soul hollow platitudes that she could not possibly believe. Tori could not understand how anyone could believe in something so obviously fake, much less a god who permitted his worshippers to be caged as they now were. Tori gritted her teeth as she repeated the final rites of the prayer at Lyra's urging before excusing herself as swiftly as possible. Most of the Initiates had finished breakfast and were milling about the cloisters as they waited to be assigned their chores but Tori managed to find a quiet place where she fell against the wall and screamed in silence.

"That was almost convincing," a cold voice sneered.

She turned as Sister Hannah approached her, her steely eyes cold and cruel.

Tori sighed as she leant back against the wall. "What do you want?" she groaned.

Hannah laughed softly. "Nothing from you," she said bluntly. "You will be working in the Mission today. Wait here until I return."

Tori was too emotional to argue and at least she had a moment of peace as Hannah and the other Sisters handed out the remaining chores for the day. Most of the Initiates would remain in the cloisters where they would tend the garden and see to the cleaning but it was not uncommon for some to be assigned work in other parts of the convent. Tori had not been to the Mission before and was at least looking forward to a chance to explore more of the convent's layout.

A short while later, Hannah returned with three other Initiates including Lyra. Their hands were cuffed behind their backs and Tori was blindfolded by Hannah and led from the cloisters into the convent. She once again heard singing and the sounds of people moving within the enormous building. Sermons took place in smaller chapels along with classes on music, food and art. After a while she heard a door open and felt the sun on her face again before she was lifted up into a cart and made to sit on a hard wooden bench. She felt Hannah sit down beside her and a moment later the cart set off at a steady pace.

"Where are we going?" Tori asked, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"The Mission," Hannah replied curtly.

The journey took a little less than twenty minutes and saw the wagon cross a small river and pass through fields of grazing cattle. Tori could hear the sounds of a town growing louder and soon people began to whistle and call out to her from the street as they passed by.

"What's happening?" she snarled, her cheeks flushed and hot.

Hannah did not reply and a short while later the wagon came to a stop and she lifted Tori from the bench and helped her down to the ground. They entered a cool, quiet building that smelled strongly of incense and she heard Hannah stalk off to talk quietly with someone nearby.

"An Initiate?" she heard the other woman say. "This is most irregular."

"The Reverend Mother has sanctioned it," Hannah said sharply. "You can check with her if you wish."

"No, no," the other woman said quickly. "I wouldn't want to disturb her. You can set her up over there."

"Thank you, Sister," Hannah replied and Tori could practically hear the smugness in her voice as she strode over to her and grasped her arm.

"What are you doing?" Tori hissed as Hannah pulled her forwards. "Where are we?"

"Be silent!" Hannah hissed. "You speak when I give you permission."

"Tell me where we are!" Tori demanded.

Hannah's grip tightened around her arm as she shoved her roughly up against a wooden post and slapped her hard across the face. "I said, be quiet!" she growled, pressing herself up against Tori's naked body. "Do you understand?"

Tori nodded breathlessly, her cheek stinging where Hannah had just struck her. She was trembling, although she wasn't sure if that was because she was angry or because of something else that she was beginning to feel.

The Sister remained up against her for several long moments before she finally stepped back. "Get on your knees, Initiate," she snapped.

Tori exhaled slowly, steadying her breath as much as she was able to. With no other choice, she carefully knelt upon the wooden floor and listened as Hannah moved to retrieve something from close by.

"Did you really think last night would be it after what you did?" Hannah hissed in her ear when she returned, the venom in her voice and the warmth of her breath on her neck sending a shiver down her spine.

Tori swallowed nervously, her heartbeat beginning to rise as Hannah began to wrap ropes around her legs, binding her ankles and calves to her thighs. The Sister than placed ropes around her torso, securing her body to the post behind her before looping the ropes around her tits and squeezing them together as she pulled the knots taught. She removed Tori's cuffs before binding her wrists and securing them to the post above her head. Finally, she tied a length of rope around her waist before passing it between her legs and tying it off behind her back. The rope pressed into her pussy as Hannah pulled it tight and Tori hissed softly as she felt it rub pleasingly against her clit with every breath that she took.

She flinched as Hannah pulled the blindfold from her face and looked around as her eyes adjusted to the light. The room that they were in was a cross between a chapel and a cafe. There was a small reflecting pool in the centre of the room surrounded by round tables covered in crisp white linen and wooden chairs with crosses carved into their backs. Wooden planters were filled with colourful flowers and neatly trimmed shrubs that bathed in the light that poured through the tall, stained glass windows on either side of the room and she could see small birds flitting between the rafters of the high ceilings above her. She knelt in one of half a dozen recesses within the Mission's side walls between the massive windows. Each one was fitted with a large wooden post like the one she was currently tied to, although they were all unoccupied, and sported a collection box beside it.

"What is this place?" she asked nervously.

Hannah smiled thinly. "This is the Brighthall Mission House," she said as she checked the knots she had just tied. "The convent has always maintained a presence in Brighthall. We offer shelter and food to the poor and sick, help to settle disputes and conduct minor services for our followers."

Tori did her best not to react at the mention of the Mission's name. She knew of Brighthall. It was a farming town close to Everdale's eastern border. There was nothing particularly special to say about it, but for the first time since she had woken up in the Convent, Tori finally knew where in the Kingdom she was.

"Why am I here?" she demanded, glancing towards the donation box beside her and remembering what had happened during the sermon at the convent.

"Oh don't worry," Hannah sneered. "You're only here for display today. A little reminder of the other ways in which the convent helps the local people."

She stood and walked over to the closest table upon which was set a tray bearing a silver goblet, a plate of bread and something else that Tori couldn't quite make out. Hannah picked up at the goblet and the plate of bread before walking slowly back and crouching down in front of her.

"Drink up," she hissed, holding the goblet up to Tori's lips. "You're in for a long day."

Tori snarled as Hannah tipped some of the wine down her throat and mashed chunks of bread into her mouth. Crumbs and droplets of wine fell onto her chest as she tried to turn her face away or press her lips together but Hannah did not stop until she had drunk every last drop, the sparkling of her grey eyes signifying how much she was enjoying exerting her power over Tori.

"You should be more grateful," Hannah quipped. "The people that this Mission helps would do anything for a meal like that."

Tori didn't reply. Her cheeks were already beginning to grow flushed from the pressure of the rope on her clit Made worse by her panting. She knew she was a mess, covered in crumbs and wine, but she suspected that that wasn't by accident. Hannah had brought her to the Mission to humiliate her.

"One last touch," the Sister said as she returned to the table and picked up the final item on the tray and held it up for Tori to see. It was a gag with straps that went beneath her chin and over the top of her head and a small leather panel that covered her mouth. Attached to the inside of the panel was a large black dildo that was both far wider and much longer than any cock Tori had ever taken before.

Her eyes widened as Hannah began to approach her and she squirmed against the ropes that held her. "What is that?" she whispered.

"Training," Hannah replied with a nasty smile. "Now... Open wide."

Tori recoiled as Hannah crouched down in front of her and grabbed her face with her free hand. She snarled as she tried to pull herself free but Hannah's grip was like iron and she eventually forced her mouth open wide enough to force the dildo between her lips. Tori gagged as the taste of silicon filled her mouth and she felt the dildo graze the back of her throat. Tears stung the corners of her eyes and saliva dribbled from her mouth onto her tits as Hannah repeatedly pushed the gag deeper down her throat. Shame turned her cheeks red as she felt a building sense of arousal from the rope rubbing against her clit but she pushed it aside, focusing on her anger and hatred for Hannah as the Sister continued to fuck her face with the gag.

"Don't tell me you aren't enjoying this, Initiate," Hannah purred as she reached between Tori's legs and traced her slit with a single long finger, holding it up to show the gleaming evidence of Tori's arousal.

Tori shivered at the Sister's touch, biting back a moan of pleasure that threatened to betray her thoughts, her need for release.

Hannah smirked as she reached behind Tori's head and secured the gag in place before pulling the straps beneath her chin and over the top of her head into position. She leaned in close, her breath a warm caress on Tori's neck as she whispered cruelly into her ear.

"I know what you want," she hissed. "But you're not going to get it. You're going to stay like this all day and if you're good, then maybe I'll come back for you this evening."

Tori looked up at the Sister, breathing through her nose as she glared at Hannah with as much defiance as she could muster. The Sister merely laughed, however, as she turned and strode away, the door to the Mission banging shut behind her as she left Tori alone in the hall.

As soon as she was alone, Tori felt her defiance crumble. She fell back against the wooden post, her whole body trembling as tears rolled steadily down her cheeks. Anger, fear and arousal roiled within her chest until she no longer knew what to feel and she was on the verge of panicking before she squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to exhale slowly through her nose. She concentrated on her breathing, glad for something to distract herself with. The gag made it virtually impossible to breath through her mouth or even turn her head to quickly without gagging but eventually she settled into a breathing rhythm that felt comfortable.

A noise to her left drew her attention and she slowly turned her head to watch as one of the Sisters who she presumed ran the Mission strode across the hall without looking at her before disappearing behind another door. Tori wondered how many Sisters there were, and whether any of them felt any sympathy for the women that they had imprisoned.

Time passed slowly and it was not for several hours until Tori saw the first worshipper wander into the hall. She was a tall, severe looking woman who Tori doubted had worked a day in her life. Her clothes were fine, if not particularly lavish and her hands were smooth and clean. She spent several minutes walking around the hall, looking at the paintings on the walls and muttering prayers beneath her breath. She spoke quietly to one of the Sisters who after a while offered her a blessing before eventually coming over to where Tori was tied up. The woman's brown eyes moved slowly over Tori's body, lingering for a moment on her face. Tori could only imagine what she must look like to this middle-class housewife, dried drool covering her mouth and tits, makeup running in streaks down her face. No doubt the woman thought her some sort of whore, a criminal who deserved everything that she got, but after a moment her stoney expression cracked and she smiled sympathetically at Tori before placing a generous donation in the box beside her.

"Be strong," she whispered before turning to leave.

Tori watched her leave, aware that the hall was beginning to fill up as more people began to arrive. She wasn't sure what to make of the woman's final words but decided to at least take comfort from the fact that maybe she felt some sympathy towards her and apologised for judging her so harshly.

Other people came and went with less kind thoughts for Tori to have about them. Men came and stared at her for what felt like hours, tugging at the bulges in their pants as they watched her drool over herself whilst women whispered about her to one another and stared at her with an almost longing look in her eyes. Tori did her best to meet their stares with her own angry glares so as to let them all know what she thought of them, but it became harder and harder to muster the defiance as the day went on. She was tired and desperate to pee and her body was starting to ache from being bound in one place for so long. Her pussy ached to be touched, the rope between her legs driving her mad with frustration as it continued to tease her with every breath that she took.

She looked up slowly as two men in their twenties strutted over to her. Their hands were dirty as were their faces and she thought they must have just got back from working in the fields outside the town. They were muttering excitedly to each other and one of them tossed a couple of coins into the collection box next to her as stopped to admire her body.

"Not seen this one before," the taller of the two said. He had dark hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken more than once.

"She's fucking hot," his smaller, ginger friend replied. "Wonder what she did?"

"Why?" his friend asked. "You gettin' a hard-on for murderers now?"

"Fuck off," the ginger snapped as he crouched down in front of Tori. "Just curious is all. What was it darlin'? Did you top your husband? Maybe you fucked his friend and he sent you here as punishment?"

Tori scowled at the man before looking away.

"Ho-ho!" he laughed. "I like it when they have some fire." He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, turning her head to face him and making her splutter as he pulled on the gag in her mouth.

"It's rude not to look at someone when they're talking to you," he growled.

"Ced!" hissed the other man, lookign around worriedly. "You know we ain't supposed to touch!"

"Ah she don't mind," Ced said with a smirk. "Look at her. She's practically gagging for it!"

He placed his other hand on Tori's leg and began to slowly work his way up her inner thigh. She hissed angrily at him, her ropes creaking as she recoiled from his touch even as she felt a flicker of excitement as his fingers moved closer to her dripping pussy. She felt his fingers trace her slit and could contain herself no longer as she pissed all over his hand.

"Ah! Fuck!" Ced yelped as he leapt backwards into his friend.

"No touching the Initiate!" the Sister chided from across the hall.

Tori's eyes fluttered open and she smirked at Ced as he wiped her piss from his hand.

"You fucking slut!" he hissed at her as his friend snorted with laughter. "I'll get you for this! I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what?" the taller man laughed. "She got you good, Ced! Can't blame her for that." He pushed his friend aside and deposited a few more coins in the box beside her. "Come on," he growled. "Let's get a drink."

Tori watched them leave, Ced still muttering under his breath, and despite the fact that she was now kneeling in puddle of her own piss, she felt some of her defiance return. She looked around at the other people who had watched their exchange and several of them nodded to her or even stepped forwards to place more money in her box and no one else dared to touch her for the rest of the day.

By the time that night had fallen, Tori was shattered, broken and exhausted. Her throat and knees were on fire and pussy was swollen and red. Her head lolled from side to side and it took all of her effort to look up as she heard someone else approach her.

"My, my," Sister Hannah said sinisterly. "It looks like you've had some fun."

Tori hung her head, saliva dribbling from around the sides of her gag. She was too tired to think of any kind of response.

Hannah crouched down in front of her and began to unfasten the straps of the gag. She lifted Tori's chin with one hand and slowly slid the gag from her mouth with the other.

"Do you want me to untie you?" she asked.

Tori nodded, unable to find her voice after having been gagged for so long.

"Or do you want me to fuck you?"

Tori felt a tingling feeling between her legs and she looked up swiftly into Hannah's cold, grey eyes. The Sister smiled thinly before beginning to loosen the ropes that held Tori in place, starting with her arms and working her way down to her legs. Tori could feel her whole body trembling and she had no choice but to lean on Hannah as the Sister lifted her to her feet and walked her slowly to the back of the hall into a small private chapel with a stone altar facing the door. There were no windows in the room and the braziers that hung overhead caused strange shadows to dance across the stone walls. Hannah led her to the altar and effortlessly helped her to lie upon its cool, stone top.

"Wait here," she said sharply before walking back out of the door.

As much as Tori wanted to run, she did not think she would get very far in her current state. She lay her head back and closed her eyes and was very nearly asleep when she heard Hannah return a moment later. She had stripped off all of her clothes with the usual exception of her black and white habit and in the glow of the braziers she looked terrifyingly beautiful. She carried a length of red rope in one hand a bucket in her other that was full of hot soapy water and Tori watched as she placed both on the altar beside her and began to methodically clean her body whilst muttering the Prayer of Ash and Fire.

"What are you doing?" Tori croaked before being silenced by a look from the Sister.

Tori's heart was racing but the hot water soothed her aching skin and soon she could feel herself drifting off once again before she felt Hannah climb up onto the altar behind her. She opened her eyes as Hannah leaned over her, her breasts hanging inches from Tori's lips as she continued to wash her stomach. The Sister's skin glowed in the warm light of the room and the scent of her perfume filled Tori's nose, reminding her of the night before when they had been pressed up against one another, and her body began to tremble with desire. Before she could stop herself, Tori leaned up and took one of Hannah's breasts into her mouth, closing her eyes as she circled her nipple with her tongue. When the Sister did not react she took it as a sign to carry on. She lifted her hand to massage Hannah's other breast but the Sister slapped it away.

"Mouth only," she snapped before continuing her prayers.

Obediently, Tori returned her hand to her side and continued to suck on Hannah's tits. She felt the Sister's hands move further down her stomach towards her hips, the hot water trickling down her body between her legs. Heat rose in Tori's face as her hands curled into fists and she began to suck harder and nibble playfully on Hannah's tits in the hopes of encouraging the Sister to reward her. Hannah slowly worked the water into her thighs, Tori moaning softly as her muscles reacted to the Sister's touch. She was so desperate for release that she no longer cared what Hannah thought of her and she arched her hips and groaned pleadingly as the Sister's fingers came dangerously close to her soaking pussy.

Hannah shifted her legs, pulling her breasts away from Tori's lips and positioning her hips over her head. The implication was obvious and Tori eagerly ran her tongue over her soft, glistening clit. She heard Hannah inhale sharply between verses of her prayer and pressed her tongue deeper into her pussy, savouring her taste as she felt the Sister's legs tense either side of her head. Hannah sighed blissfully and a moment later Tori felt her fingers begin to lightly stroke her own swollen clit. Her eyelids fluttered and her whole body twisted with pleasure beneath the Sister. Hannah was barely touching her, yet what she was doing was sending Tori wild with desire. She plunged her tongue deeper into the Sister's pussy and was rewarded by soft moans and gasps of pleasure that she used to guide her tongue into the right place until Hannah let out a deep groan and ground her dripping clit against Tori's face as she orgasmed.

The room was silent as Hannah shifted above her. She pulled Tori into a sitting position and took the length of rope from the altar before binding her arms tightly behind her back. Tori purred softly as she spread her legs, her chest rising and falling as Hannah cradled her, one hand gently massaging her breast, the other working its way back down to her clit.

"Tell me what you want, Initiate," Hannah hissed into her ear.

Tori squirmed, her cheeks flushed. "I want to cum," she said quietly.

"Beg me then," the Sister demanded.

Tori gritted her teeth, the humiliation of having to beg the person that she hated more than anyone else warring with her need for release. "Please," she whispered. "Please let me cum."

Hannah's lips parted in a cruel smile, her fingers infuriatingly close to Tori's pussy. She leaned in close, her breath warm against Tori's ear. "No," she hissed victoriously. "We're done here."

"What?" Tori gasped as Hannah pulled her hand away from her clit and climbed down from the altar. She tugged uselessly at the ropes that bound her arms, her heart pounding with anger and frustration.

"Where are you going?" she cried as Hannah pulled on her dress. "Please! Don't leave me!"

Hannah paused long enough to watch Tori squirm atop the altar. "I can do whatever I want, Initiate," she purred. "You belong to me now."