Roughly Catherine was pushed down the passageway, away from the main chamber to another smaller chamber. The man holding the ropes that bound her wrists and arms grunted as he pushed her along, brining fresh agony to her. The front of her nightgown had been ripped open, exposing her full up thrust breasts, the large erect pinkish brown nipples, gentle flair of her hips and the smooth flesh of her thighs, exposing the darkish blonde between her legs. As she felt herself being pushed along she felt the cold and dampness of the place wash over her, making her shiver more already from the ever mounting fear that clenched her belly ever since they had been taken from their beds in the dead of night, bound so cruelly, taken from their rooms and pushed , shoved, struggling, their muffled sobbing echoing off of the stone walls as they were carried down the stairs into the lower cellars of this place. She shuddered as she tried to think of why as she felt herself being propelled along the dimly lighted passageway.
Between her soft red lips a cruel, wood and leather gag had roughly been shoved in her mouth making her jaw ache, the rope holding in place seemingly too tight at the back of her head muffling her pitiful weeping and sobbing, the cold unevenness of the stone floor hurt and cut her small tender feet as she was rushed along. She felt the horror mount as she looked at the dark, slime encrusted stone walls of the passageway as the man moved her further along into the darkness. Her arms ached and as she felt him twist the ropes holding her cruelly adding to her agony, heard his crude grunts as he moved her along in the foul smelling passageway toward what she knew not.
It was a short time later the passageway ended, Catherine found her self staring at a heavy wooden door, closing her eyes as the tears came, her heart beating loudly in her breast as she felt him reach up and entwine his fingers in her long brown hair yanking her head back and up brutally. Catherine screamed , the cruel wood and leather gag muffling it , fresh tears filled her already red eyes as she felt her hair being twisted as her head was pulled back and then up sharply the effect making her stand on her toes, a loud pitiful sob escaped from her as the man reached around her, pushing open the heavy wooden door, forcing her to enter the chamber weeping and struggling on her tip toes, reaching back pushing the door closed, then making the sobbing girl walk down the three steps in front of her. Catherine in her agony looked around the chamber sobbing, her eyes filled with fresh tears as she saw the horror that was to be hers.
Sitting in a circle were six men, who in the flickering torch light and through her tears looked to Catherine to be monks. They sat evenly spaced apart, the implication of this not lost on her as he moved her roughly still on her toes into the center of the circle of six men. She stood there sobbing as she felt the coarse ropes being untied, sobbed in pain as she felt the blood, hotly flow into her arms and wrists, sobbed and shudder as she felt the man hard cold fingers slipping around the material of her lace gown, closed her eyes her head tilting back, an anguished muffled sob escaping her cruelly gagged mouth as she felt him rip the material down her back, roughly forcing it from her shoulders, making her shudder more as she felt the cool dampness of the chamber wash over the fullness of her breast now open to their stares, sobbed as she felt him work the torn material down from her waist to her hips letting it fall in a pool at her feet.
She gulped between sobs the cool air after he untied the cruel wood and leather gag, roughly pulling it from her mouth, sobbed again as she felt him push her a bit more into the circle, then shrieked as she felt his iron grip on her neck forcing her down towards the floor. Catherine heard herself pleading as she was made to kneel on the cold stone floor in front of the men, shuddering as she looked up at them.
The man closest man to her smirked, reached out , his hand grabbing her hair, roughly pulling her head towards him and the folds of his robe as his free hand he undid the rope belt around his waist untying it and freeing himself. Catherine cried out in sudden pain as felt his fingers twist and tighten in her hair more, felt her head pulled down to the opening in his robe, her tear filled eyes seeing the thickness in his hand. She sobbed as she watched him slowly stroked it, then heard herself pleading horribly with him as he yanked her head closer to the enflamed head.
But it was the sounds that were coming from the other chamber, sounds that made Catherine's blood run cold, made the horror more pronounced for her. It was the sound of her sister screaming, sobbing screams as she heard the sharp, biting sound and slap of a leather strap caressing soft female flesh. Again she heard the hideous sound of the strap, heard her sisters screaming, sobbing pleas as she felt her own soft red lips pushed apart, her mouth being filled with the first man.........................................
M. Wryter..................................Hamilton, Ont. 1992