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still throbbed. She had never been fucked so much. Or so hard.
    WPC Cheever would have been ashamed, humiliated and furious. But she wasn’t here, Paula the whore; Number Three, was. And her feelings were less clear.
    She was so deep in thought that she jumped when the door crashed open and Brother Davis with four other brothers entered. That made eight brothers in the room. What was going on?
    “On your feet my sluts and line up!” he said cheerfully. “Today you’re going to be ringed!”
    Some of the girls already sported nipple rings in one nipple, one or two had belly buttons pierced, but only Paula and the two girls who had served with her the previous night knew where these rings were going to be placed. They exchanged despairing glances. Paula’s heart thudded with terror; she had never even had her ears pierced. The thought of escape was ludicrous; there were too many men, too many whips. She had no choice.
    Her legs trembling she stood and went over to the wall, waiting with her back to it. The brothers formed them up as they had before, with loops of chain running between their legs and locking to their wrists behind them.
    In fearful silence they walked between their guards. They went past the Punishment Wing then turned and went into the courtyard. They were marched across it, other girls going about their work turned and looked at them, grinning knowingly. At last they were brought to a halt in a corridor of the building opposite the one which housed them. A door was unlocked and they were led in. It was cold and bare but at least Paula could see no implements of torture and discipline, just metal rings set high in the walls. One by one they were taken out of line and stood with their backs against the cold stone. Their wrists were released and refastened in front of them, then their arms were raised and fastened to the rings by short lengths of chain. Finally a gag consisting of a simple strip of leather was pushed between their teeth and rammed as far back as it would go, then it was tied tightly at the backs of their heads.
    Eventually all ten of them stood round the room, helpless and silent. The fact that their arms were pulled straight up above them made their breasts jut out and several of the men took advantage of that fact to stroke and tease them. Somehow Paula wasn’t surprised when Brother Davis came over to her and began to knead and squeeze her breasts. He pulled harshly at the nipples and she let out a muffled cry.
    “They’ll look much nicer in a few minutes, believe me,” he told her. She looked into his eyes which met her terrified gaze steadily. “You’ll make a good servant of the Church.” He cupped one breast and stroked it one last time before leaving her. Her fear was such that her nipples hadn’t responded to his touch.
    There was no need for a guard once they were safely chained and gagged so the girls were left on their own. But about twenty minutes later two of the men came back. They took down the girl next to the door and led her out. Paula counted four more till it was her turn.
    She thought about how the girls in the Lounge had been tied last night, their rings pulling their sexes wide open. She was willing to bet that that wasn’t the only way the brothers could find to tie and display a girl once she was ringed.
    One by one they were taken out. Some who thought they would only have their other nipple pierced went quietly, others tried to struggle. The girl next to Paula, who had been in the Lounge put up as much of a fight as she could but was dragged away easily enough.
    Paula too tried to fight but her legs were kicked out from under her and she was simply dragged by her arms, while her feet scrabbled for purchase behind her.
    She was taken into the next room and saw the long table with its legs bolted to the floor. Her struggles redoubled until Davis stepped over. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulling her head back delivered a ringing slap which stunned