Church of Chains by Sean O'Kane Page A

brothers, some thirty of them Paula thought were sitting and relaxing. Some were playing cards, some smoked and some were fondling the girls. Dotted amongst the men were the sisters, who appeared to be treated as equals. In the centre of the floor stood two girls. As they were naked, Paula had no way of gauging their rank but she gaped at them. They stood back to back with their legs spread wide apart and their anklets chained to eyebolts the floor. Their forearms were folded and bound together behind their backs, with the added refinement that a leather strap had been looped tight in their hair and pulled taut before being tied off to the bonds on their arms. Their heads were thus forced back onto each other’s shoulder and they had no choice but to stare at the ceiling. Paula took all this in and let her gaze move down over the rings at their nipples until she saw their sexes and then she shuddered. Each lip of the sex was pierced by a ring and each ring had a taut chain attached which ran down to the wide-spread ankles where it was clipped onto the restraints. The labia were wrenched wide open and stretched. In a motionless tableau the two girls stood, helplessly offering up their breasts and sexes to whoever wanted to casually enjoy them.
    The sister gave them a moment to look around then chivvied them over to the bar. Here she gave them small aprons which barely covered their own sexes and really only served to tempt hands to lift them and explore, as Paula found out. A silver tray with delicate chains attached to the bottom was fastened to each girl’s right wrist and they were simply ordered to serve.
    As soon as Paula’s tray was attached she saw a man beckon her over. Her heart sank, it was the brother who had said he would have her himself. Fortunately he was fully engaged with one of the initiates for the moment. She was curled in his lap, her white dress hiked up over her naked hips. As Paula approached she saw that one of his hands was exploring deep in her sex. The girl’s arms were wrapped around his neck and her tongue flicked teasingly at face and neck. He told Paula to fetch him wine and she returned to the bar, pouring him a glass and then placing it carefully on her tray to carry back. When she returned Brother Davis had joined him and as soon as Paula bent over to place the glass on the table, she felt his hand run over her buttocks and then slide between her thighs. She felt her blood begin to pound as she recalled how arrogantly he had taken her earlier and then remembered herself just in time to open her legs wider for his foraging fingers.
    “She’s a classy bitch alright,” Davis said, as his fingers parted her lips and began to find their way up into her. “She’s got a bit to learn with her mouth though.”
    His companion laughed. “Then let her see how it should be done,” he said.
    He took his hand out of the girl on his lap, who moaned as he did so. “On your knees and give this one a lesson,” he ordered. With no hesitation she slid down in front of him and began to undo his trousers. He smiled up at Paula and held out his fingers which glistened from the juices of the girl who was now beginning to run her tongue slowly up and down the shaft of his erection.
    “Clean them,” he told her. Paula felt Davis’s eyes on her and knew the whip wasn’t far away. She bent over and took the fingers into her mouth, running her tongue around them and getting her first taste of another girl’s arousal. It was pungent and musky, not unpleasant she was surprised to find and certainly better than another beating.
    They made her stay and watch while the initiate took a long time swirling her tongue around the tip of the brother’s member, dipping her head every now and then to let him find the depths of her throat and then returning to patient licks and kisses until finally he pushed his pelvis forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. All the time Brother Davis kept his hand working at