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The Bondmaid Doctrine
(Author Unknown)

Excerpt from: The Bondmaid Doctrine



The metal frame in which April was imprisoned hung from ceiling chains a few centimetres above the floor in another chamber of the Flagewell Abbey crypts.  She and Niki had been taken there, still bloody and dizzy with pain and shock, directly from the piercing room. 

    The frame was made from a square lattice of riveted iron straps.  April was stretched out upright inside it rather like a gingerbread man in a cookie cutter, with her legs spread and arms jutting downwards from her shoulders at forty-five degrees.  Broad leather straps were buckled about her wrists, elbows, neck, chest, waist, thighs, knees and ankles.  Once again she was totally immobilized.  To this had been added a ball gag and blinkers.  These were long broad curved flaps of leather that severely limited her field of view almost down to tunnel vision.  They could also be pulled across her eyes and buttoned closed, forming a blindfold.  Pads of rubber on screw mounts projecting inwards from the frame sides prevented her turning her head.  All this combined with the position of her frame meant she could see none of the other prisoners in the room, nor could they see her.  All any of them could see was a portion of the wall directly in front of them.

    The front and back panels of the frame pressed tight against her, adding to her sense of helpless confinement.  The panels were free to slide within the enclosing side frame that outlined her form, held in place by several screw toggles.  The only openings in the panels and frame were over her face, breasts, groin and buttocks. 

    A bucket hung under the frame between her legs to catch her wastes.   Every few hours (she could not be sure exactly how many as her sense of time was no longer reliable) Sister Constance, into whose care they had been placed, emptied the bucket and wiped her clean.  The Sister also fed her and checked her still sore piercings, mopping them with what smelt like some sort of herbal disinfectant.  April?s septum, nipples, labia and clitoris were all now filled by silver rings.

    Sister Lavinia and the Abbess had fitted these to both her and Niki before they had left the piercing room.  They felt unnaturally heavy and incredibly alien, yet they were so intimate as to be practically part of her.  April had toyed with the idea of piercings in the past; a body bar for her navel, perhaps, but nothing as radical as these.  The nose ring, brushing her upper lip, made her feel like a true animal.  A sepia image of a bull being led along by a boy with a crooked staff hooked through its nose ring kept coming into her mind.  Her nipples pulsed against the metal skewered through them, while the pair of rings through her sex lips felt huge and made her cleft gape even wider than before.  As to the ring through her clit hood she had never been so continuously aware of that part of her boy as she was now.  

    What was even more shameful was that her nipples and clitoris seemed to be in a state of permanent erection.  The iron really had entered her soul, though no doubt the Abbess would say she had a lot more suffering to endure before she had one of those to call her own.  She was officially a ?supplicant? on the path to receive both a soul and divine forgiveness, so she wore a green-enamelled collar with her name tagged to it that the Abbess herself had locked onto her after her piercing.  How long the process would take was not made clear.

    April had rapidly lost track of time hanging in the frame.  There was no day or night down here.  She fell asleep when she was tired and woke when she had rested as well as her position allowed.  It was not exactly a strain and the straps spread the weight of her body evenly.  Hanging freely from the ceiling chains added a sense of disconnectedness.  Sometimes she dreamed she was flying.  She guessed it was all part of the plan to break down her will and sense of self.  

    The nuns were trying to turn her into a perfectly docile bondmaid who lived only to serve and to suffer following in the footsteps of Saint Theow, whoever she was.  But she would not be broken so easily!  

    It helped to know that Niki was close by.  Though April could not see her she could hear her voice at intervals as she recited the bondmaid version of the ten commandments.

    Yes, that perverse list of ?A bondmaid shall?? and ?shall not...?.  Another copy hung on the wall in front of them so that it filled April?s limited field of view.  They had been told they would remain in their frames until they had mastered all ten commandments exactly word for word.   

    Sister Constance moved round testing them while they were made to read the words over and over.  Like the Abbess and Sister Lavinia she worked naked except for a wimple and with her fake phallus erected.  When she was close to her April felt the warmth of her naked body and smelt the scent of her arousal.  She was in the power of an Abbey-full of sex-mad nuns.  It was like a pervert?s dream, except that this was Nethervale, so it was all in deadly earnest.   

     Hour after hour April could hear not only Niki?s voice but also those of three other girls, presumably recent arrivals to the abbey like themselves, also stumbling over their recitations.  Every so often Sister Constance would pull their blinkers over their eyes, pull out their gags and they would have to recite back as much as they could remember.  There was a swipe across the buttocks with a cane for each commandment they got wrong and a pussy fondle for each one they got right.  

    It was the old carrot and stick method.  Or in this case, April thought with a desperate attempt at humour, stick and sticky fingers.  The worse thing was that Sister Constance was very good with her fingers and they soon brought April to a state of desperate need.  Of course as a bondmaid her sexual responses had quickened but it was shocking to react so intensely so soon after having bloody great needles stuck through her nipples, clit and pussy lips and rings hung in the holes.  Or did they in a perverse sort of way help?

    April was still trying to decide if, back in the piercing room, she had actually orgasmed from a massive dose of pure pain.  All right, so her nipples, labia and clitoris were natural triggers for sexual arousal, but still it was a hell of a response to what was being done to them.   She?d had no cock-substitute inside her and no other source of sexual stimulus apart from watching the Abbess sodomizing Sister Lavinia, which to be fair had been pretty perverted, but even so.  And Niki had cum as well.  Just how masochistic were they underneath their enforced roles as bondmaids?  How long before they were drooling from both ends to please Sister Constance and committing those mad words to heart in the process?

    But it was hard to stay focussed on the problem and soon the words of the commandments were filling her eyes and ears and almost her every waking thought.  It was a kind of brainwashing and mental indoctrination combined, but they would not turn her into a mindless bondmaid!  She had to force herself to think of other things.  Just a few months ago she had been free to think for herself?

   Swish-crack!  The cane stung April?s bottom.  Rigidly confined as she was, there was no escape from the full impact of the blow that set the frame swaying slightly.  Another stripe was added to the dozen already decorating her rear.

    ?No,? Sister Constance said.  ?The correct words are, ??and shall praise the hand of all those laid upon her be it to guide or chastise.?  Repeat!?

    Sniffing back her tears April did so.  Constance pushed the gag back into her mouth, opened up her blinkers and moved on to another girl. 

    April knew the so-called commandments were just words, but she hated them.  It was one thing to be beaten and screwed in every way imaginable by all those who had owned them.  That was human nature.  Sometimes they had even got off on it.    

    But to try to make a virtue out of it, as though it was the blueprint for becoming some sort of super bondmaids, and suggest it was all down to a divine plan made her sick.  Perhaps that was why she had so much trouble memorizing the words.   

    All right, so the Sisters would not give up, but she?d known worse.  Why rush?  A few cane strokes were minor compared to some of the things that had been done to her. 

   April listened to Niki reciting the commandments.  It was lovely to hear her voice, clear and light.  She was ahead of her in memorizing the words, onto number eight.  In a way they were communicating.  They could hear each other.  That was something.

   The words were filling April?s head.  She must have heard and read them a hundred times? two hundred?  It was getting hard not to repeat them correctly. 

    One of the other girls had mastered the whole list and been taken away.  Now she was on eight and Niki on ten.  But there was something wrong.  Niki kept muddling the last few words.  April winced as she hears the crack of the cane across Niki?s behind again and again.   No, she wanted to shout, don?t mark her lovely soft smooth golden cheeks!  What was happening to Niki?  She was brighter than that.

    Then she realized Niki was waiting for her to get her own words right.  She was suffering unnecessary pain so they might face whatever came next together.  And she was right; they had to move on.  There was no escape strapped up in a frame like this.  She hadn?t accomplished anything by thinking she could take it easy.  A bondmaid shall know no day of rest?  Fuck, the words were getting into her head!

    But they had to move on in the hope that a chance would present itself to get back to the hills above Ramswold and the way back home.  They had to play along to get out of here.  And if that meant parroting a lot of stupid words then she would do so.

   ??A bondmaid shall not covet any thing or person, free or slave, for she is but a chattel and shall possess naught, material or immaterial; nor even her own body or soul,?? April said.  She held her breath.  Was that it, word for word?

    ?That was correct,? Sister Constance said with a smile, giving April?s sex a pat.  ?Now each one from the very beginning??

    ??A bondmaid shall serve him and all his believers unclothed? (Well she did covet Niki and if there were any souls on offer she was sure she had as much chance of possessing one as anybody, she thought.)  ?shall be a receptacle for all the lust and unworthy desires of man? (All she had to do was to pretend she was trying to earn one through suffering, and she?d had plenty of practice at suffering in Nethervale.) ?serve her master and mistress faithfully and obey them without hesitation? (The sisterhood of Saint Theow were basically lesbian sadomasochists in wimples, and she knew what they wanted from her.) ?perform any bodily act required of her by whatever means? (If she pretended to become a convert they might get careless and then she and Niki would be out of here.)  ?shall not speak the blasphemy of freedom for her kind?  (The Abbey couldn?t be more than two or three day?s walk from Ramswold.) ?nor even her own body or soul,?? (And then they?d be home!)

    ?Well done, April,? Sister Constance said so warmly that for a moment April felt an unintentional flush of pride.  ?You have taken the first step on your path to salvation.  Now you deserve the same reward as was meted out to the blessed Saint Theow on every day of her servitude??

    Constance removed the bucket hanging between April?s legs and then went to the winch bracket on the wall that held the chains from which her frame was suspended and ran them out until the base of the frame rested on the floor.  She came back and stroked April?s bottom through the opening in the frame.

    ?Theow was taught that there can be no pleasure for a bondmaid without suffering,? Constance said.  ?A bondmaid seeking pleasure by itself is committing an unforgivable indulgence that leads to wilfulness, disobedience and even sinful thoughts of freedom and equality.?  The head of her phallus rubbed up through April?s bottom cleft.  ?That is against the natural order of things.?

    April shivered.  Saint Theow? the saint of slaves?

    ?So this is the only reward a bondmaid may wish for??

    A lash hissed through the air and wrapped its many tongues about April?s bottom.  April yipped in pain.  Constance swung again, curling the lash up between April?s legs so that it stung her cleft and rang against her clit and labia rings.   April howled in pain.  After half a dozen strokes Sister Constance dropped the lash, grasped April?s hips through the frame bars and rammed her phallus into April?s anus and deep into her rectum.  April gasped at the savage penetration, but her sphincter closed about the pumping rubber shaft with instinctive delight.  It was the first cock-like thing she?d had inside her for days.

    As Sister Constance pumped her hips she reached round the imprisoning frame and grasped April?s breasts, squeezing and tugging at her nipple rings.  April shrieked.  The pain of the metal twisting within her still-tender skewered nubs of flesh was at the same time terrible and wonderful.  

    Still shafting her with bruising force, Constance?s hands slid down to April?s groin and took charge of the three rings there that framed her already flushed and dripping cleft.  April whimpered and sobbed and groaned as they were tugged and twisted about, contorting and stretching her inflamed and pulsing leaves of flesh.  Constance knew exactly how to handle them, and April understood for the first time what it felt like to be at the mercy of an implacable unyielding force inside her.

    A bomb of pleasure went off in her loins as she convulsed inside her frame and obliterated her senses.

   April recovered to find she was lying on the floor, collar chained to a wall ring.  Her blinkers had been removed and she was free of the frame, but she still lay in the same gingerbread-man posture.  She could hardly get her joints to bend after so long immobilized.  Her rectum felt sore and pummelled.  But the pink haze of joy she seemed to be enveloped within cushioned the pain.  That had been a true mind-blowing orgasm?

    She could hear the rattle of metal and grunts of pleasure.  Twisting her head against stiff tendons that twanged hotly she saw Sister Constance was buggering Niki. Of course, Niki had just been waiting for her to graduate first before passing her own test.  

    It was the first time she had seen Niki in days and a lump came to her throat.  How beautiful she looked stretched out in her frame with her nipple rings sparking and jiggling.  Sister Constance had her fingers hooked through Niki?s labial rings and was pulling them wide, exposing her glistening coral pink interior.  She could smell her pussy scent.  How it must hurt, and yet how April wanted to kiss her there.  

    Niki shuddered and climaxed with a cry of joy, then sagged limply.  A sweating Sister Constance pulled her shiny phallus from out of Nikki?s bottom and then smiled serenely down at April. 

    ?Next, you shall learn the true meaning of obedience,? she said.