While the Colonel spoke the monk forced his fingers under the rope where it dug into her stomach. Zoe glanced down to watch him then secure another rope with a slipknot to the waist rope. Pulling his fingers clear, the rope snapped back tightly against her panting stomach.
Zoe stared, mesmerised as the monk, with practised ease, made a succession of knots in another rope and then tied one end of the rope to the rope around her waist. The knotted rope was then left dangling down between her legs. He fastened two separate ropes around both her ankles. These ropes were then stretched up and over the wooden pole and as they were pulled taut, Zoe's feet then calves were lifted clear of the floor.
'Oww... going to fall forwards...no...'
But she didn't fall forwards. The ropes holding her to the pole prevented that. She was left though with only her knees touching the floor.
'If I use a second pole Colonel we can suspend her fully.'
'Do it.'
'No... please don't...'
Another wooden pole was placed against Zoe's ankles at the backs of her legs, which were then bound to it.
'Now the fun begins,' announced the Colonel as the monk reached for the knotted rope that hung from her waist. Suddenly Zoe knew what the rope was for and why every few inches it had been made into knots.
'No...'
Zoe shook her head in protest as the rope was drawn tightly down. The monk parted the lips of her sex with one hand and drew the rope tight, the knots sinking deeply into the folds of soft flesh.
'No! Uhh...'
The rope was drawn up behind her, the tension increased and then it was knotted fast around the rope that cinched her waist. The knots of rope biting deeply into her sex, Zoe was left writhing wildly while the Colonel and the monk regarded her with an air of cruel satisfaction.
'How do you feel now, Miss Farquerson?'
Zoe glared at the man regarding her with such obvious malicious amusement. The muscles in her legs and arms ached. Her breasts felt acutely vulnerable, the ropes close around them accentuating their defencelessness. Her waist was bound so tightly she was forced to take just shallow breaths and these now were coming fast as her adrenaline increased as she sensed now her torture was really about to begin. The tormenting agony of the hard knots of rope pressing into her pussy was like an itch she couldn't scratch! How long would she have to wait before this man decided to whip her or fuck her? Zoe struggled against the ropes, all too aware of how pleased the men were with her performance.
'Raise the other pole please, Brother Simon.'
Zoe watched helplessly as the monk fed the ropes bound to the other pole through wooden rings fastened to the ceiling. As the ropes were pulled tight, Zoe's ankles were lifted higher, then her knees were abruptly drawn out from under her and she was left dangling a foot or so above the floor.
'Can't bear it... stop it! Let me down!'
Zoe shook her head, tears running down her cheeks, her hair dangling over her face obscuring her view as she was left suspended and struggling hopelessly.
'Her breasts look most enchanting now don't they?'
'Yes, Colonel.'
Zoe was gasping and panting hard, her aching body now brought to an even greater point of torment. The rope buried in her pussy now goaded her even more and though her tousled hair brushed the floor, it remained frustratingly just out of reach.
'She'll not suffer any permanent injury I trust, Brother Simon?'
'None at all Colonel.'
'Fetch my cane would you?'
'Certainly, Colonel.'
'No... please!'
Zoe tried to look up to make eye contact with her tormentor but her hair kept her view obscured. The perspiration was pouring off her body, the agony of the ropes seemed unbearable but there was no escape and she knew she would be shown no mercy - yet.
'I suppose you think your plight couldn't possibly get any worse.'
The cane lightly struck her left thigh as the question was posed. Zoe shook her head and managed to answer without bursting into tears again.
'No... I know it could be worse,' she gasped.
'How right you are.'
The cane flicked against her ribcage, a little harder this time.
'Of course, it could be much worse couldn't it?'
'Yes.'
'Can you imagine how much worse?'
The cane struck her left breast. Zoe yelped in alarm. The stinging sensation making her eyes smart but she still managed to answer.
'I think so...'
'Yes, I believe you probably can imagine how much worse things can get.'
The cane hit her left arm across her taut bicep making Zoe jerk and before she could stop herself she blurted out:
'Please, don't make it any worse for me! Please!'
'Had enough then have we?'
The stinging pain of another cane strike to her right breast made her howl the answer.
'Yes! Yes!'
'So if you don't suffer any more than you are now, you'll be content?'
'Yes...yes...' Zoe sobbed, unable to control her tears now.
'Well Brother Simon, if I understand her correctly, Miss Farquerson would be pleased to be left the way she is.'
'That is what she said, Colonel.'
Zoe struggled to lift her head and groaned with dismay as she heard what the two men said. Surely now they'd untie her, take her down and give her some new and equally exquisite punishment?
'But you can't leave me like this!' she blurted.
'But my dear girl, you just said you were content to be left like this. Are you changing your mind?'
The cane snapped down hard close under Zoe's right breast making her cry out.
'Well? Do you want more attention given to you? Are you aching to feel the cane against your soft skin as well as the bite of the hard ropes?'
The cane cracked across her rump making her howl. What was she to do? The piquant bite of the cane was making her pussy ache deliciously but the ropes from which she dangled really were starting to hurt
'Let me down! Please! Whip me, do anything to me! Just let me down first... I can't take anymore!'
Chapter Twelve
Vanessa knocked and waited nervously, her heart hammering. It was the first time that she had been ordered to serve the Colonel. It had been a month since she'd arrived at Shrevra and a month since she'd last seen Zoe. During that time she'd never been left wanting for sexual stimulation: the merest act of misbehaviour would assure her of some swift punishment from the monks. Their discipline brought her as much pleasure as pain, though she was careful to conceal the fact. What worried Vanessa though was the thought that she might stick at Shrevra forever. Whilst playing the submissive was now already in her nature, she was damned if she would be made to stay in the place for much longer serving these men. Compared with serving her past hedonistic masters, the austere life at Shrevra really felt like a prison sentence.
'Enter!'
Vanessa opened the door and gingerly entered the Colonel's private rooms. Engaged in discussions with the two most senior masters, the Colonel ignored her for a moment and Vanessa was made to stand in awkward silence.
It had been the day before that one of the masters had summoned her and told her that she was to serve the Colonel.
'But I thought Zoe was serving him?' she said.
'She was receiving her final training from the Colonel which is nearly completed. She is now nearly read to be sold.'
'Sold! To who? Where?' Vanessa asked.
'That's none of your business! You will take her place and like each girl before you, once the Colonel grows bored with you, you'll be sold too.'
So now Vanessa stood, wondering not just what lay in store for her in the short term as the Colonel's plaything, but what fate lay in store for Zoe and before too long, for her as well. It was rumoured that the girls who were chosen to serve the Colonel enjoyed a privileged, though brief time in his private apartment and as Vanessa stood expectantly she wondered where Zoe was and how she would be after her time as he Colonel's private plaything.
'Ah, the new girl. Vanessa, come here!'
Vanessa dutifully went and stood before the Colonel.
'So you are going to replace Zoe. Are you looking forward to serving me?'
'Yes, Colonel,' Vanessa answered demurely, lowering her gaze as the man circled her.
'You have the most magnificent breasts I've seen on such a slender, young girl. Most magnificent...'
Zoe felt the warmth of the man's breath close behind her and then his hand stroked from her shoulder down her arm before moving on to caress her right breast.
'Come into the gallery girl and let me show you what you can look forward to. We will be in time to see the conclusion of Zoe's afternoon meditation.'
Obediently Vanessa followed the man into an adjoining room.
Zoe hung suspended from two wooden poles to which she was bound by numerous slender ropes. There was one pole pressed against her back, with her arms pulled and tied behind the pole. Her ankles were tied to the second smaller pole and both poles dangled from ropes secured to the ceiling. Zoe hung a few feet above the floor, her head and breasts dangling down. Her naked body, shiny with perspiration was bound repeatedly with the slender white rope around her stomach, across her chest and around her ankles. A blindfold of black silk covered her eyes. Standing before her was one of the monks and he gave a respectful nod of acknowledgement when he saw the Colonel.
At the sounds of their arrival, although blindfolded, Zoe lifted her head and looked in the direction of the door by which Vanessa and the Colonel had entered. The Colonel signalled to Vanessa to remain silent.
'This has been Zoe's meditation position every day she has been here. She has learnt to focus on the nature of the ropes. How they bind her and how they give her deliverance. In the early days, a knotted rope was drawn tightly between the lips of her sex and after an hour or so she would be so sensitive there that the merest stimulation would bring her deliverance. She has learnt that once she has her orgasm she will be freed from the ropes but until she does, all she can expect is to remain bound by the ropes. She has quickly learnt to welcome the different ways we can stimulate her.'