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small piece of a truly great plan.”
    Paula watched in horror as a look of reforming zeal came over the Father’s face.
    “But we will play our part! We will take you, and more like you, and turn you into decent women worthy of serving your men!”
    In less than a day Paula had been abducted, chained, abused and beaten. But now she was really frightened. He meant every word he said and her only hope now lay in going so deep undercover that she forgot what she really was. All she could do was survive until help arrived.
    “You are the lowest of the low within this monastery,” Father Burton went on. “When you have proved your worth—and only when you have proved it—you will be considered for the rank of novice. From there you will begin the long climb towards the rank of sister which is the highest honour, bar only one, to which a woman may aspire. And one day you may have the honour of meeting The Patriarch himself.” Father Burton stopped and swept his piercing gaze over his cowering audience. “You will call all men Master from now on, and serve them with your bodies and souls. Take them away Brother Davis.”
    He turned abruptly on his heel and swept out.
    Once again they were formed up in a line and driven back through the corridors, tormented by the whips cracking around their calves and thighs. Sometimes they passed one or two of the girls in white who stood aside and grinned as their sweating, struggling line passed by.
    Eventually they reached their cells. Full-length iron barred doors fronted a row of tiny rooms on their left. On their right was a pillory. And facing the wall, bent over slightly so that her head and wrists were imprisoned by it, was the girl who had been whipped. Paula and the other girls stared. She was sobbing and her heaving back was covered by zigzagging welts which ran across her buttocks and thighs as well.
    Brother Davis gave them time to take in the sight and let their panting subside then his assistants pushed each of them to stand against a door with their backs to it. He stood before them and in front of the girl in the pillory. He raised a hand and delivered two resounding blows to the quivering buttocks behind him. The fleshy smacks echoed and the girl shrieked and writhed.
    “You’ll all suffer worse than this before we’re done with you. So get used to it. Remember the Father’s words; you’re here to discover how to truly please those whom God has made your masters.”
    He landed yet another smack on the tormented girl behind him and grinned at her cry of pain.
    “That pleases me. Do you understand?”
    There was silence.
    “I said, ‘Do you understand?’”
    There was an uncertain chorus of murmurs, and then the whips of all three brothers went to work. One of them was standing beside Paula and she caught the worst of it. He swung at her naked and thrust-forward breasts, getting in a full-blooded lash before she could turn away. It was unlike any pain she had experienced up till then. A fierce trail of white heat shot through her leaving her helplessly gasping for breath and open for a second lash which cracked across her nipples. She screamed and spun round pressing herself against the bars, bruising the soft skin of her breasts again. She heard the whips being plied all up and down the line, each swish and crack being answered by shrieks and screams.
    Just as suddenly as it had started; it stopped.
    “Turn round,” Brother Davis ordered.
    Slowly they all did so.
    “I asked you a question. I expect a proper answer. I asked if you understood.”
    This time there was a hesitant chorus of “Yes Master.”
    Brother Davis nodded grimly.
    They were each pushed roughly into their cells and their training harnesses taken off. Once a long loop of chain from a ring in the wall had been padlocked onto their collars, their arms were untied. Paula had to stand beside her hard little bed until all the girls were tethered and then she was allowed to lie down.
    She lay for a