Chapter 10
The old Padre sweated as he tied the last knot. The old Jesuit
texts had been invaluable. The Jesuits new and understood, pain
and humiliation cleansed the soul. What better way to cleanse
the vessel of lust the young woman had become. The Padre tried
to ignore the stirring in his groin as he looked at the
unconscious young woman. She was on all fours, draped over a
stool. Leather straps were secured behind her knees with
buckles, the sections of old leather belts having been nailed to
the floor. Her hands were secured in a similar fashion. Her
head was hooded with an old black velvet bag from the sanctuary.
The front of the hood came down to the tip of her delicate nose
where it met the twin tined hook with blunt tines that
disappeared into each nostril keeping her unconscious head
upright it's weight resting on the cord suspending the hook. Her
mouth was gagged by the thick nub of an old candle pierced and
held in place by a cord around her head. The Padre strummed his
finger on the taunt string that ran from her left nipple to the
nail in the wooden floor. The reddish teat had already swollen
and was turning a purplish blue.
"How ingenious our the Jesuits were." he thought to himself.
When the pitiful girl regained her senses, he would remove the
stool and she would be forced to kneel her head kept aloft by the
nasal hooks, and suffer the pain from the tight cords secured to
each of the obscene projections of her filthy teats. The bonds
assured that she could not move to relieve the pressure on her
knees and arms. Attempts to do so would result in increased
tension on nose or breast. She would have plenty of time to
contemplate her new purpose in life, and service to god.
The Padre's thoughts were interrupted by moans from the girl as
she regained her senses.
Rachel struggled to clear her head but every movement seemed to
result in pain. Her heart pounding with terror, she blinked her
eyes to clear them but saw only blackness. Her nose throbbed in
pain but she was powerless to move her hand to explore her
injury.
"Slut," a voice said out of the darkness. "Soulless whore," you
are doing penance to cleanse yourself of the lust you have
partaken in the name of god."
The past hours came back to Rachel in a flash, her skin burned
with the realization of what she had done, her skin turned red,
as embarrassment and excitement raced through her.
She stiffened as a thick finger traced the tender length of her
cum oozing quim.
"God has ordained that you are worthy only to be a vessel of
lust. You are fit only to receive the sinful lust of others,
your womb shall be barren, poisoned by the sinful seed that is to
fill it.," he chorled. "Like the sin eaters of old you will
suckle the sin poisoned seed filling your belly, and then do
penance, that other more worthy creatures shall be saved."
"Godless whore, you shall remain here to contemplate your new
life, until I return. Pray for forgiveness, and thank the lord
that you have been chosen to serve him to this worthy purpose."
The girl felt the surface her upper torso rested on being pulled
from under her. The sudden shift of weight caused an increase in
the pain in her nose. As she struggled to ease that pain she
felt the pulling in her nipples increase. In panic she began to
buck and pull at her bonds. The Padre chuckled at her struggles.
"Poor child, you struggles only make it worse. Accept this as
you must accept you new life."
With those final words, the poor girl heard the Padre's footsteps
fade and a door close.
Rachel's struggles ceased as she found a position where the pain
became a constant. Her knees throbbed, her wrists ached and her
nose was numb. The burning in her nipples had become a dull ache
as the long nubs had become engorged with trapped blood and
turned blue black due to the tight twine that encircled them.
Minutes seemed hours, and hours seemed like an eternity. Her
empty quim was a mass of raw nerves as it throbbed with the
memory of her willing violation. The memory burned hot as she
relived the uncontrolled lust that had consumed her. She
struggled to visualize her life only weeks before, but could not.
It was as though the depraved acts of the last day had burned
away the last vestiges of the young woman that had been her. In
her place was a hollow shell of flesh, a dripping running cunt
that begged to be filled. She had become a trollop, no decent
man would want her. A hairy hole to be used as any man saw fit.
She loathed herself, but reveled in the depravity. Pain brought
her out of her orgy of self hatred as she realized she had
deliberately rocked back on her haunches pulling against both the
nasal hooks and nipple bindings bringing a fresh wave of pain to
her dulled brain.
Through the fog of pain that roared in her ears, the helpless
girl heard the door open and the soft pad of multiple feet.
