Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane Page B

just couldn’t understand what she was being punished for. Tears of self-pity stung her eyes as she shifted uncomfortably; the wood clamping her neck and wrists was tight around her collar and restraints. Her striped back and buttocks felt horribly exposed and at least two of the brothers had taken the opportunity to deliver stinging smacks as they passed. If she had broken any rules she would have expected punishment and accepted it as necessary. But she had always tried to be obedient. Her thoughts ran on and on, but got her nowhere.
    At long last she was allowed out. But she was shoved straight into her cell and chained tightly for the night before she had had a chance to answer the call of nature. She tugged hopelessly at her chain but it had been deliberately shortened by over a foot. There was no way she could reach her toilet.
    The result was inevitable and the brother who woke her the next morning made sure everyone knew. Paula wanted to dig herself a hole and pull it in after her as he yelled insults at her and told the whole group what she had done. She was given an extra stroke of the crop before breakfast and could see the smirks on her companions’ faces. It was worse than anything she had ever known. Even the day of Contemplation after they had been ringed hadn’t been so awful. At least all of them had been tortured and humiliated together. Now she was being singled out for no apparent reason and she felt terribly isolated. She was made to scrub the floor of her cell while the others were harnessed for the fields, but Brother Harris left her in no doubt that she would wish she had been able to go with them. She was to have another Contemplation Day, on her own.
    She was marched to the Punishment Wing and waiting for her was Brother Davis. For some reason the most horrible moment of all was when Brother Harris told him how she had wet the floor of her cell in the night. She could feel her face flaming bright red as she looked down at the floor.
    However when he took charge of her he seemed businesslike and not spiteful or gloating. Her heart swelled with gratitude towards him as he led her to where she was to be imprisoned for the day and she tried her hardest to obey his orders instantly. She was taken to a large room this time, in the middle of which two thick wooden posts stood. They were set about four feet apart and to the bases of these her ankles were first attached. After them her wrists were fastened to her ankles so that she was bent over in the classic position for punishment aimed at the buttocks. But Davis was far from finished. He went to where a whole range of chains were hung and picked four fine ones with clips on the ends. Paula couldn’t restrain a groan when he fastened two of them to her labia rings and the other two to her nipple rings.
    “I didn’t tell you to make any comment. I’ll punish you for it in a moment.”
    He yanked down hard on the chains to her breasts and Paula had to bite her lip to prevent any sound escaping. He too was obviously bent on punishing her for whatever reason. The chains were clipped to her ankle restraints at such a tension that her breasts were extended into curiously pointed shapes. Apart from the pain, she was terrified of the metal rings being pulled with agonising slowness through the flesh and tearing free. He did the same with her labia rings, pulling until there was a burning ache deep in her sex.
    “Don’t worry. They won’t tear,” he told her. He went back to where he had got the chains from and returned with a ball gag. It wrenched her mouth wide open and blocked it to the point of making her panic, but she found that if she kept calm she could breathe just freely enough. She knew she was facing a whole day tied in this posture and didn’t think it could get any worse but as a finishing touch Brother Davis passed a steel bar behind her head. It slotted into holes in the posts and passed through the ring at the back of her collar, pulling