Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane Read Free Book Online

job as a policewoman would have been if she had been able to mete out such treatment. She reckoned the brothers would have no more trouble from her.
    When they had all eaten they were formed up in a line and chained together. This time their wrist restraints were simply clipped together behind their backs. But a link of a long chain was clipped to the rings of the restraints worn by the girl at the head of the line and then passed between the legs of the girl behind her, looped through and around the steel rings of her restraints and then through the legs of the girl behind her. This was repeated all along the line until the chain was finally attached to the last girl. There was a space of four feet between each girl but once they were given the order to march it became very clear that they would all have to stay in step to avoid painful tightenings of the chain. Paula concentrated grimly on the legs of the girl ahead of her and matched her pace carefully. Unfortunately the girl behind her was not as quick a learner as she was and Paula got some agonising jerks on the chain as she got too far behind or stumbled. The chain would tighten, pull her hands back from her body and yank at the length of chain running from the girl ahead of her. That chain in turn would snap up between her sex lips and cause her to wince in pain while having a knock-on effect up the line.
    After a painful few minutes they all began to realise the importance of staying in step and the cries of protest and pain became less frequent. Paula had been concentrating so hard that it came as a surprise to find that they had been led out into the courtyard and were now ordered to a halt.
    She looked around in amazement. Never had she seen so much naked female flesh. Every girl in the monastery had to be there she thought. They stood in neat rows with one of the brothers in attendance on each row. In the centre of the huge courtyard there now stood a T shaped whipping post and beside it stood Father Burton.
    Brother Davis came down their line. “The Church requires healthy minds in healthy bodies,” he said, “so we attend to both. When Father Burton gives the signal you will run and you will keep running until I tell you to stop. As you are new arrivals you will run in chains.”
    Paula groaned. Just walking had been hard enough!
    Suddenly there was a shrill blast from a whistle. It was the signal and the three brothers in attendance on their line immediately began plying their whips. Paula was next to last in line and caught several lashes around her calves.
    Obediently she lifted her knees and tried to trot in step with the girl ahead of her. This time if any of them made a mistake it resulted in much fiercer jerks on the chain and for several minutes there were cries of pain all up and down the line as they struggled to organise themselves while the whips curled maddeningly around their legs.
    At last though they managed to settle into a rhythm and the crack of the whip came less often. Paula had always worked out two or three times a week apart from swimming and running, and once the chain had stopped cutting up into the tender flesh between her thighs she was able to look around. All the girls were running. They formed an orderly line around the perimeter of the courtyard. The brothers stood on the inside of the line to make sure they ran the whole way round. Paula had never seen so many breasts bouncing so vigorously or so many naked female thighs and buttocks all quivering with effort as the girls pounded the earth grimly while their masters’ whips sang and cracked in the air. Sometimes the crack was of leather on skin if one girl was thought to be flagging.
    And it was fatigue that now became the main enemy. Some of the girls in Paula’s line had obviously never run so far in their lives. By the end of the second circuit she could hear their breath rasping and their pace began to slow. The whips began to torment them again. Their line alone had