…

"So you told them everything? "

"They were torturing me. Laura would lick me while June asked a question, then they would both wait for me to answer before going back to licking me."

"Hardly torture in the traditional sense, and I'm still not sure I understand how Laura ended up with her head between your legs."

"Did you see the look in her eye when we went in there? She'd already undressed me in her mind, and then when they saw my bald head they went wild. I tried to tell them I needed to be on the ship so it could sail, but they said if I didn't do as I was told they go over the ship with a fine tooth comb and make sure it didn't sail today. Then when they found out I was so wet I needed to wear sanitary pads to soak it up, I had to explain to them about the drug and about Bishop O'Brien and how he had corrupted the Church and about how you were trying to restore it."

"When I first saw Laura," I continued, "I thought she was dominant but then June just told her to lick my cunt and she was in there like a flash. I think though that I did get them really interested in the Church, and I rather suspect that I might have another, longer session with them when we get back from this trip."

"If you were enjoying it that much, why did you stop?"

"The pilot was ready to come off the ship, so they had to drive me down to the pilot station to get on the boat as it was coming out. They seemed quite concerned about me, they said if the ship turns up next week and I'm not on board, they're going to take it to bits looking for evidence!"

Father John gave a little chuckle, looking relaxed for the first time since I got on board. I think he had been really nervous for the two hours between me being escorted into the customs office, the ship setting sail without me, and my eventual arrival as the ship was leaving the river mouth, on the boat which came out to collect the pilot.

We were now well out from the coast, heading towards international waters. I looked around the ship. Like many things related to the Church, it looked different inside than it did on the outside. From the outside, it looked a typical small cargo ship, a tramp steamer, the sort that used to plough up and down the coastline before the days of motorways and 40 tonne lorries. Inside though, it was more like a luxury yacht, clean and comfortable.

Father John and I were stood on the bridge. The captain and a couple of crew members, looking smart in white shirts and trousers, were leaning over a table of charts plotting a route. The captain looked over at us.

"There's a bit of a blow coming in from the west, so I'm going to head down south and try to get round it. It will take us a bit out of our way, but probably quicker and a lot more comfortable than trying to fight straight into it."

"Thank you Captain. As ever, I put our lives entirely in your hands. And Joe, I hope you can join us for dinner tonight."

"Of course John, I look forward to catching up, we haven't had a good chat for ages."

I analysed that little exchange, which started as a formal thank you to the captain but changed to send an invitation between two people who knew each other very well. This was the first person I'd ever heard who referred to the Father simply as John, suggesting they had been friends for a long time.

As we left the bridge and headed towards our own quarters, I asked quietly "Can I call you John as well?"

"You are my Mother of Mercy, you can call me whatever you want. But it would give me great pleasure to hear you screaming 'John' the next time you ride my cock into oblivion."

“I never got a chance to thank you for inviting me into the Church in that interesting fashion. I think that was the best orgasm ever.”

“And I never got a chance to thank you for accepting my invitation even though you have no idea what it is you've accepted, but I hope over the next few days that we can have time to sit down and talk about it."

"You know John, in the few hours I've known you I've realised you're a cunning, manipulative bastard, and I really like and trust you."

"It took me five years to find you, and another five years to build you up into what you are now, but never once did I doubt that you were the right person for this job. I had intended giving you more opportunity to find out what it was about, but unfortunately the Bishops proclivity to use drugs rather forced my hand. If we hadn't moved when we did, you would now be locked up downstairs in a little room, and I would have had difficulty finding you again."

"Are you saying it would have been my body in the coffin?"

Father John laughed gently. "There's no 'body' in the coffin, but that's a great example of why you're the person for this job. Well, when I say there's no body in the coffin what I mean is there is no dead body in the coffin. I suppose we had better go and see how she is though. Keep your mask on for this, we're going to walk through the passenger compartment and you'll be seen by a lot of your flock, but they won't recognise who you are, they'll just think you're another Sister of Mercy."

We turned left down the corridor and entered a different section of the ship. The decoration here was slightly less opulent, still comfortable but with plastic where there had been leather and wood. The cabin doors were closer together, glancing through one I saw there was little in the cabins besides a double bed and a sink. Interspersed with the cabins there were doors labelled bathroom, and feeling a slight urge in my bladder I pushed one of the doors open intending to relieve myself. I quickly changed my mind on looking through the door when I realised there were no stalls for the half-dozen toilets around the edge of the room, or for the open shower area opposite, and there were both men and women, naked, using the facilities with no sign of embarrassment. I quickly pulled back and closed the door, noticing the grin on Father John's face. I was suddenly glad of the white mask, although if he could see any of my skin at all it was probably glowing bright red in comparison.

"Some aspects of the Church may take a little getting used to. We do have some more private facilities in first-class." The laughter was evident in his voice as he led on down the corridor.

We entered a lounge area at the end of the corridor, a wide-open space across the width of the ship with windows looking out both sides. There were benches round the walls and tables and chairs scattered across the area, many occupied by young men and women chattering together in groups. Clothing appeared to be optional, some of the women wearing the sari style dresses of the initiates, but mainly in shades of green rather than the yellow I had last seen Lola wearing, while some of the women and most of the men were wearing green T-shirts and trousers. The T-shirts were soft and clingy, emphasising the fact that few of the women were wearing bras, and the trousers were also made of a soft stretchy material which clearly showed that many of the men were well endowed. The length of both T-shirts and trousers were varied, some of the girls were wearing very short camisole tops or boob tubes that barely covered her boobs, while a few wandered round totally topless. Many of them seemed to have chopped off the trouser legs at different lengths, a couple so short you could see the bottoms of their arse cheeks and just a thin band hiding their cunts A lot of people sitting on the tables were just chatting, but some were kissing and touching each other's bodies.

I saw one girl there, very pretty, about 20, short dark hair and just a touch of make up, standing staring at us. She had obviously recognised Father John and she looked as though she felt she should be kneeling or bowing but she was held in place by an arm which came round from behind, the elbow bent at the bottom edge of her T-shirt and the hand firmly grasping her right breast. Another arm came round her body from the right-hand side, dipping down into the top of her shorts and I could see the fingers playing across her lips, delving into her cleft. As I looked up her body I saw a head, lips pressed against her neck, nibbling and sucking on an earlobe, short black hair all I could make out until she lifted her head and I realise with surprise that this was another girl. Considering I've never had any lesbian contact less than 48 hours ago, I found this so erotic that I almost had an orgasm on the spot, and the girl watching, realising the effect it was having on me crashed into her own orgasm.

The girl at the back suddenly realised that it was Father John standing there, and she tried to disentangle her hands from the other girls body. She did not seem embarrassed at bringing her girlfriend to orgasm in public, but being seen by the head of the Church was somehow inappropriate.

Sorting themselves out, the two girls fell to their knees. This action alerted other people to Father John's presence and they likewise fell to their knees. Soon the only person left standing was a young man I hadn't noticed previously, now he stood out in his deep blue robe, as he started winding his way between the green clad bodies scattered on the floor.

"Father John! I did not expect to see you on this trip."

"Father David isn't it?"

"I am honoured that you remember my name, Sir. It's been a few years since we met."

"I must admit, I looked it up this morning after deciding that I needed to get away for a few days. There's so much going on back there, I thought some of us should get away for the while." He glanced down at me protectively.

"Who have you left in charge in your absence, Sir."

"The Grandmother, she knows what she's doing."

Father David looked at me. Dressed in the white of the Sister of Mercy, he had obviously assumed I was the Grandmother. Seeing his confusion, Father John spoke again.

"Father David, may I introduce the Mother of Mercy."

Father John's words caused the ruffle to pass through the passengers, and I suddenly realised all the faces that had been watching Father John were now turned to face me. It was quite clear everybody on that boat knew what was going to happen even before I did, and there was an almost tangible feeling of gratitude and admiration beaming down on me from all those faces.

"Does that mean it happened, Sir"

"Yes, we had to make it a bit earlier than planned and it ended up being a bit of a rush but the Bishop has gone thanks to this lady here." This time the crowd watching could hardly stay still, the whispers of 'thank you', 'thank God' and an odd 'alleluia' merging into a sea of sound.

"I hope you will join us for dinner and we can get to know each other better. I have a little task for you to perform as well, an initiation."

"I would be honoured, sir, thank you."

"Now, have you looked out of the windows recently?"

Looking out of the windows to the right I could see blue sky, a few white clouds, an almost endless ocean and away on the horizon the faintest smudge of green. Looking out to the left, I could see a thick bank of grey cloud with streamers of white blocking the sun. Father John walked over, looking at the cloud and then looking to the left of it, back towards the front of the boat. Joining him, I could see the cloud broke towards the south and I remember the captain's words.

"The captain says it could get rough, so get the shutters closed, get anything loose put away and dole out the seasickness pills and sick bags. If we can't get round that in time, it could get very messy down here."

Father David quickly started issuing commands, not in the curt way that Father John used, but quietly, still very effectively getting the people moving to sort out the accommodation block. Father John and I set off once more towards the back of the boat, the Father collaring two bottles of soda off the bar as we passed, seconds before the girl the other side tried to put them away. She looked up annoyed, then seeing who it was her face broke into a smile.

"Thank you ma'am. He was an evil man and everybody on board the ship appreciates what you have done to help us and to make the world a better place." She grinned up at me sheepishly, then taking the bottles from Father John's hand she quickly opened them and dropped a straw into each before passing them back to us.

This conveniently solved the problem of how you drink a bottle of soda with a face mask on, and as I had had nothing to eat or drink since breakfast, I drained the bottle quickly. Father John laughed and swapped bottles with me, letting me finish the bottle he had only taken a few sips out of. We passed down the corridor on the other side of the lounge area, and through a solid metal door into what was obviously the working area of the ship. Despite being grubby, the area was tidy and Father John dropped the bottles and straws into a bin at the side of the corridor. He had clearly been this way before, as he led on past doors and cross corridors, down steps, along a gantry around the side of the engine room, and finally at the end of the corridor to a solid metal door bolted top and bottom. There was a flap on the door, covering a small window. Father John lifted the flap and peered in, then held it for me to have a look. The room was small, and the floor was totally occupied by an old mattress and the coffin. The lid of the coffin was off, and I could see the body. I recognised her as the Sister from last night, who had introduced me to Lola and taught me how close punishment was to pleasure.

"That's Sister Grace. We had to paralyse her before we put her in the coffin just in case they wanted to look, but she should just about be out of it by now. The trouble is, the paralysis doesn't stop the stimulation, she has now been about six hours without an orgasm and must be desperate. I need you to go in there and help her, and in return I'm sure she'll help you. She used to be close to Bishop O'Brien, but then she realised he had told lies about you, when you wouldn't beat Lola, and now she sees this as penance for her lack of faith in the Church."

He unbolted the door and held it open for me. "I'll send somebody down at about 6 to help you back up to your room and get you ready for dinner. I'll leave the door open, it's not as if you can go anywhere, so be nice to her."

As he walked away, I stepped over to the coffin and looked down at Sister Grace. Her eyes were open and moving as she followed my motion across the floor. There was terror and pain, longing and ecstasy in her look, and I knew that the drug was driving her wild while she could do nothing about it. Her hands were clasped on the chest, I suppose it was the classic death pose beloved of mortician's everywhere, and I reached down and stroked them. Even this gentle contact was enough to send a shiver through her body, her autonomous nervous system being fully active despite her brains inability to control anything. Under her arms, her body was covered with a sheet so I moved her hands down beside her and gently pulled the sheet off her body. Beneath that she was naked and hairless, Susan and Maggie having done another excellent job of removing every single hair from her body. I looked at her face and realised that her eyebrows had been shaved off and then pencilled back so it wouldn't be too obvious if someday at the port had wanted to look at the body. She had another sheet wrapped round her head and shoulders, looking like a nun's cowl, I eased this out as well to reveal her totally smooth, shaven head.

"You are beautiful!"

Though she could hardly move, I saw the pleasure in her eyes at my comments and a twitch of her cheeks as she tried to smile.

"Let's see how sensitive you are."

A twinge of anxiety crossed her eyes as my hand slid down to her breast, fondling, tweaking, nipping, pulling and twisting on her nipple. This was enough to give her an orgasm, just one nipple being abused, in her seriously over aroused condition just abusing one tit was enough to push her over the edge. But what a strange orgasm it was, there was no shrieking, no thrashing, no tensing of muscles, just a look in her eye of great pleasure, and a gush of juice from between her thighs. It did seem to ease the paralysis a bit though, and I soon had her sitting up and talking. She was talking that much I could hardly get a word in edgeways.

"Thank you! Oh thank you! That was dreadful. I never realised how evil that drug is, and the paralysis just made it a thousand times worse. I don't know how many women I've left spread-eagled overnight with that drug coursing through their system, but I know I'll never do it again. At least they could writhe and wriggle and move their muscles a bit, with that damn paralysis drug they gave me I was awake and alert all the time, just feeling the arousal build up, and I could do nothing about it. Thank you for helping me."

Fed up with listening to her, I decided to put her mouth to better use. Unfastening the front of my robe, I pulled my knickers down over my hips and dropped them to the floor before striding over, standing with one leg either side of the coffin, and pulled her face into my cunt. She didn't really have control of her arms or legs yet so she could do nothing but push out her tongue and start licking. It was not an easy position for her, but after a few minutes she managed to get some movement back in her hands and she reached up, grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to her mouth. Now she could really go to town on my lips and clit, and she managed to get two fingers up inside me, bent round to find my G spot. While Grace's orgasm had been quiet and still, mine was noisy, pushing her head into my crotch with one hand while I nipped and tugged at my nipples with the other. I sprayed juice all over her face before collapsing back on the mattress.

Grace managed to crawl out of the coffin, over onto the mattress and up beside my body. She gently folded back the hood of my robe to reveal my shaved head, then took off my mask so she could see my face.

"It is you. I thought it was, but I wasn't sure. I want to thank you for helping me realise how evil that man was, and I'm sorry I ever doubted you."

"I'm sorry that you've ended up here like this, and I'll do everything in my power to stop anything happening to you."

"It's no more than I deserve. I helped send dozens of people to this island with no hope of ever escaping, it's only right that I should end up there myself and spend the rest of my life trying to help people there."

"You can do a lot more for them by helping me get them out of there."

I was going to ask her more, but she buried her face in my thighs and started licking again. I pulled her around so I could reach, and likewise buried my face in her pussy. For a long time, the only noise was slurping and squealing as we brought each other off over and over.

…

We heard somebody coming when the door at the other end of the corridor slammed open, and we could hear girls voices giggling. I tried to stand up, and nearly fell over as the ground seemed to move beneath me, then I realised that we been so involved with each other we hadn't noticed how much the ship was rocking as the wind got up. We staggered a bit, trying to stand on the soft mattress, and held on to the door frame as we watched the group staggering towards us. The three girls, Lola, Susan and Maggie, were having difficulty keeping a straight line down the corridor but the two men who were with them had no such problems. Dressed in grey trousers and check shirts, they were obviously sailors and their clothes marked them as being at home in this part of the ship. The men with each carrying a bundle of clothes, and as they approached they stared at us.

"Which one's which?"

The men did not seem surprised at having two naked, hairless women in this part of the ship, and I remembered what Grace had said about sending dozens of women like this. Their only problem seemed to be telling us apart, and Lola quickly stepped into the breach. Stepping up to me she said "This one is the Mother of Mercy, she gets the purple stripe. That one is Sister Grace, she gets the plain white."

I was quite surprised when the men passed the masks over to Susan and Maggie to hold, and then gently helped us into the robes. We fastened them up, then fitted the masks. Grace seemed on the point of objecting that she wasn't a Sister of Mercy, but I held my finger to my lips to signify that she should be silent and just accept for the moment. The men then took Grace and myself by the arm and started leading as down the corridor. I thought at first they were guards making sure the prisoners didn't try to escape, but after a particularly violent pitch of the deck that threw the girls to the floor, I realise the men were there to ensure we came to no harm from the foul weather.

I looked at the man on my arm. He was mid-to-late 20s, quite a bit younger than myself, quite good looking. Well built, he was obviously used to working on the ship and his arms and legs were well muscled. As he again helped to stay upright while the girls were being bounced around, I smiled at him to show my thanks and then suggested:

"Wouldn't you rather be hanging on to some delightful young ladies than on to us old goats?"

"We've been told very clearly that these three young ladies are strictly off-limits, we'd probably be feeding the fish somewhere in the middle of the ocean if we were to touch one of them inappropriately. From what I saw of your body back there, I don't think we've done too badly out of the deal." There was a twinkle in his eye. "But don't worry, you're safe, on this ship there's never a shortage of willing volunteers."

I thought about the behaviour I'd seen on the passenger deck, and wondered how much access the sailors would have to those women. I wondered how normal that behaviour was as well, I knew this church had a very relaxed attitude to sex but was it really that relaxed? I still have a lot to learn about this church.

…

Entering the passenger deck, I opened the door on the first bathroom we came to and looked inside. There were just two girls there, wrapped in big fluffy towels, they were just drying their hair as I looked in and they squealed and dropped to their knees as they realised who I was. I asked them if we could have some space, and they jumped up and were out of the door immediately, not even stopping to grab their clothes. They did stop just outside the door and started chatting up the two sailors there, and I started to see what he had meant by no shortage of volunteers.

Lola, Susan and Maggie were already out of their dresses, and they helped us to disrobe while Lola turned on the showers. Grace and I used the toilet, still feeling uncomfortable about being able to be seen in this peculiarly personal position, despite the fact I had been running my tongue all over her body just minutes before. Then the girls helped us shower, soaping us up and washing our backs and private areas, again something I found strangely embarrassing. The ship was still rocking, making it quite difficult to stand on the wet soapy floor but we managed without serious incident. They dried us off and dried themselves off with more of those big fluffy towels, then we quickly redressed and left the bathroom.

During the time we were there, word seemed to have got round about our presence and the corridor was crowded with well-wishers. They tried to drop to their knees as I left the bathroom, but they were crowded that tight they couldn't manage it. I stood for a few moments while they sorted themselves out and created a passage down the middle that we could walk down. Many of them reached out to touch the hem of my dress, almost as if I were a religious icon. Well, I was the Mother of Mercy and I suspect that put me somewhere in the realms of religious icon but I really would have to be careful not to get big headed about this.

We passed back through the lounge area and I saw the windows were now covered with heavy steel shutters. I realised these are been in place when the ship was in dock, making it look more like a tramp steamer, all part of its disguise. We carried on through to the more luxurious area of the ship, our private quarters, and our two bodyguards left us heading off quite possibly to find those two girls they had been chatting with. Lola now led us to a bedroom, large and well appointed with a big double bed.

"This is your room, my lady. Mine is next door, just through there" – she pointed to a door in the side wall – "and Father John is just the other side of the corridor. Susan, can you find a bra and knickers for the Mother of Mercy, I'm sorry that I forgot to bring any earlier. Sister Grace," she spoke quietly, almost fearfully to the Sister, "I'm sorry to say the you are officially part of the cargo and the captain doesn't allow cargo to wear clothes, so I'm going to have to ask you for the robe back." I could see that Lola was really upset at having to ask this and I was about to step in when Sister Grace spoke up.

"Thank you Lola. I am fully aware of the captain's proclivities regarding the behaviour of his cargo and especially what he expects from me on the first night. I have sent dozens of other women to this very place and I hope I can bear myself with dignity while I suffer the fate I piled on other backs." I just stood and listened, and wondered if I would be as strong and graceful if it had been me that was stood there.

Grace and I again removed our robes, she folded hers neatly and gave it to Maggie while I laid mine down on the bed so Susan could help me put on a bra and knickers before putting the robe back over the top. At that moment, the gong sounded down the corridor, and we headed for the dining room. Sister Grace strode out ahead, naked and hairless, and in a show of solidarity I threw my hood back and slipped my mask into the pocket in the top of the robe. Grace glanced over at me and smiled. She pushed the dining room door open, then went down on one knee allowing me to enter first, and staying down while Lola, Susan and Maggie went in. I could see Lola was upset at this show of subservience, but I understood that Grace felt it was part of her penance.

I walked in to find Father John and the Captain already sat at a big dining table, facing each other from the centre of the two long sides. The table was set for five, which rather surprised me. The captain, seeing me enter, rose to his feet and invited me to sit on his left. As Lola entered the room, Father John stood and moved one place to his right so he was directly opposite me. He invited Lola to sit in the chair he just vacated, and Father David, who had followed us into the room, he invited to sit on the other side of Lola. As Grace stood and closed the doors, the captain gestured that she should come and kneel at his right hand side.

The captain arranged Grace so she was kneeling close to his chair, facing him. He had her kneel upright, her breasts just coming to the level of his chair arms so he did not have to reach down to play with her nipples. Gently twisting first one, and then the other, he spoke to her.

"I usually like my girls to have been denied an orgasm for several hours before they get to me, but in your case the night is still young and I am sure we will have you begging shortly." With this he crushed her nipple and twisted and pulled hard. A whimper came from her mouth as the pain turned to pleasure, but I could see that she was not yet close to orgasm. The captain turned to speak to me.

"I understand I nearly had the pleasure of your company here today, but you managed to ensnare the mind of my good friend here instead."

I did not really know how to respond, looking over at Father John but he was busy talking quietly to Lola and she was alternating between looking at him and looking at Father David. I was just thinking that Lola probably would not be spending the night with me, which disappointed me as I had grown to love the way she stopped the feelings from growing too intense. At that moment Susan appeared at my elbow with a bowl of soup, while Maggie placed a bowl in front of the Captain. Disappearing behind us again, they very quickly returned with three more bowls for the people on the other side of the table. The soup was a thick creamy vegetable soup, beautifully flavoured with just a hint of spice. I was famished, having only had one meal in the last 48 hours, and I soon polished off both the soup and the warm crusty rolls the girls left in the middle of the table. While we ate, they came round with wine and water, and although people fell silent while they were eating, the conversation soon resumed as the soup plates were cleared and we waited for the next course.

Turning to the captain, I asked the question that was deepest in my mind. "So, captain, how many girls have you had like this?"

He looked at me, I wasn't sure if he was deciding whether he should answer or whether he was thinking what the answer was but eventually he told me that he could remember the first woman to be brought on board the ship like this, three years ago. Her name was Sister Agnes and Bishop O'Brien had wanted to get rid of her because she believed too much in Christianity. She had been with the Bishop when he first split off from the Roman Catholic Church 20 years before; it had been at the time when they were talking about having female priests and the Bishop felt that women were only good for one thing, and it wasn't joining the priesthood. As a Father in the Roman Catholic Church, he had had a bit of a reputation for being naughty, but at the time this was considered normal for Roman Catholics and he had been promoted to Bishop to keep him away from the young boys.

What many people didn't realise was this gave him much better access to young girls, and he started taking in waifs and strays from the streets around the Church. He had a great way with people, he could make them believe black was white or having sex with young girls was perfectly okay as long as they didn't complain afterwards. For this, he was excommunicated and expelled from the Roman Catholic Church, but he took his congregation and a lot of the Church's money with him, and he set up his own Church just down the road in an old warehouse complex.

Sister Agnes had been a novice nun at the time, looking after the children that he brought in off the streets. She had moved with him to stay near the children but she had never been totally comfortable at the break from the Roman Catholics, and as the Bishop drifted more and more from the Christian ideals, she had become a problem for him. The Bishop's answer to problems was simply to make them disappear, he had enough friends in high places that he had already made a few people disappear, but Sister Agnes was popular and well respected in the community and he had to find a way to remove her without arousing suspicion.

This is when Father John had appeared on the scene, with a suggestion that they set up a retreat or mission, somewhere far away. They identified and purchased a group of islands far enough offshore to be rarely visited, not really big enough to be inhabited, very little in the way of natural resources, they had bought the islands very cheaply. The largest of the islands had a small abandoned town on it, with a high-rise hotel built as holiday accommodation during the 1980s. Some parts of the block had never been finished, but there was enough to be converted into a retreat, and Sister Agnes was packed off to be in charge of it for five years.

I looked at the timeframe the Captain was suggesting, tying it in with the story of how Helen had been violently beaten by the Bishop, and I worked out that this was just when Father John was starting his attack on the Bishops position. I still didn't really understand why they had bought the string of islands, it seemed a bit extreme just to lose one woman on but then I realised it wasn't just one woman. There have been dozens over the years and then there's also the 20 or 30 young people each week who are transported on board this very ship, and never seen again. If this had been going on for 10 years, there could be up to 10,000 people on those islands. I would have to ask Father John about this later, I somehow couldn't see the Church shipping 10,000 people without somebody noticing.

"Eventually Sister Agnes started demanding that I bring her home, so, about five years ago I brought her back to the city. This was just about when Father John was really getting into his stride, changing the Church to the way it is today and Sister Agnes didn't agree with this at all. She was going to blow the whistle and try to make the Church go back to Christianity, so this time it was Father John who decided she had to disappear for a while. There's one island there that is like a little tropical paradise, no animals but lots of edible fruits. It has caves where you can hide from the rain and plenty of fresh water, a couple of hundred people could live on that island without ever having to worry about food or drink. Sister Agnes was the first, but we identified half a dozen other women that might cause problems to the plans and they followed in quick succession, one a week."

"We used the drug on them, a very old drug, called the Sleep of the Magdalene. Been around for hundreds of years, but we had some scientists look at it and refine it a bit for us. The original was quite crude and only worked for a few days, but we developed several variations on it to make it last anything from one day to a month. The Bishop really started using it as a means of persuading girls to sleep with him but when Father John and I started shipping women out to this island we used its as a way to control the women and stop them trying to escape. Sister Agnes for example wasn't touched from when she got on the ship to when she left it again."

"Is she still alive?" I asked.

"We think so, but we don't actually land on the island during the day. When we get near the island, we knock them out and then take them in on a little rubber dinghy and leave them lying on the beach. They don't have any means of communication with the outside world, they're just abandoned to their own devices."

"That's going to change very soon though!" The voice of Father John cut into our conversation. "Sister Grace will be the last woman ever that we just abandon on that island. You must take a message for us, Sister. You must tell those women they have not been forgotten and help is on its way, we just need to work out how best to help you all."

Looking over I could see that Grace was not really paying attention at this point, but I knew we had a couple of days yet to make sure she understood what we meant and I was determined to speak to Father John and see if there was anything else we could do to quickly help the women.

"So how many women altogether?"

"147." It was Father John who gave me the number, and I was not surprised that he knew it. Having seen the layers of Father John's armour, I knew that he would feel shame at every one of those 147 that he had helped send, but I also realised that he would have done it for the best of intentions and often just to keep the women alive where the Bishop would quite happily make people disappear in a far more permanent manner.

"And how many men?"

"None, so far."

"So far?"

"There is one man that I hope to send there in the next few weeks, to let him be at the mercy of the women."

I looked at Father John, questioningly.

"Ha, mercy! We made you the Mother of Mercy because you helped us put him away, and now our lawyers are fighting hard to prove he's insane so he doesn't get sent to prison and he can be released back into our care, so we can put him on the island and let him find what mercy is about. Remember that Sister Grace, remember to tell them when you get there that the next visitor to the island will be dear old Bishop O'Brien, come to apologise to them all and beg their mercy."

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The Initiation

As Susan and Maggie cleared the last of the dishes from the table, the captain walked over to a sideboard and pulled out a decanter of what looked like port and two small vials, a pink one and a blue one. He walked back over to the table and poured out eight glasses and port, and then offered the vials to Father John. He took the pink vial, opened it and added four drops of the liquid into one of the glasses, which he then passed over to Lola. He then looked at me, smirked, and added two drops of the liquid into a second glass which he passed over to me. Two drops of liquid went into a third class, and then a single drop in two more of the glasses. He then turned to the blue vial and put three drops into each of the remaining three glasses. He gave these three glasses to the men, passed one across the table to where Mary was still kneeling on the floor, and left the other two on the table until Susan and Maggie came back into the room a minute or so later. The Father told the girls to take the last two glasses, and then he proposed a speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are here this evening to celebrate the coming of age of Lola, who wants to be introduced to the pleasures of our Church. I will be performing the formal part of the service, and then I will be asking Father David here to continue through the night to make sure she is properly welcomed into the Church."

Saying this, he raised his glass and took a good mouthful of it before lowering the glass again and continuing.

"I would also like to take the opportunity to once again welcome our new Mother of Mercy, and to thank her for honouring us by taking on the role of helping to lead us. I think she is only now realising the role that we have planned for her, and I hope that she will feel ready to persevere and lead us forward for many years to come. I give you Sister Karen, our new Mother of Mercy."

He once again raised his glass in a salute to me, and then drained it and we all followed suit. The port was rich, thick and velvety on my tongue and slid easily down my throat, the alcohol burning slightly, giving me a warm comfortable feeling inside. The Father turned to Lola and helping her to her feet, he kissed her on the lips quickly and then slid her dress down off her shoulders, allowing it to fall in a pool at her feet. I realise she had been anticipating this moment, as she was totally naked underneath and as the dress pooled around her feet I could see the dampness on her thighs and the smell of her anticipation wafted gently round the room.

"As you know, nobody is allowed to join the Church until they have begged to be welcomed in, and the move from novice to initiate is the move from being associated with the Church to being a full member. We believe that a woman's first duty to the Church is to maintain her dignity until she has been properly welcomed in, and then to sacrifice her virginity and to bear a child for the Church. The reason we do not welcome girls into the Church on their birthday is because we want to ensure the best possible chance of a Child being born, so we wait until the day when a girl is at the peak of her fertility before accepting her sacrifice. So now, Lola, I invite you to beg to be allowed to join the Church."

Having seen the 18-year-old with her mother (good God, that was only last night!) I had an idea of what he expected from Lola, I knew the sort of words that were expected to come from her mouth and I also knew the condition that she was expected to be in when she said those words. Unlike the girl yesterday, Lola was not restrained but I could see that the drug which had been added to her port was starting to have an effect on her. Knowing the form, Lola looked at Father John and responded.

"Please Father John, allow me to sacrifice my virginity for the good of the Church, please give me a baby, a Child of the Church, that I may become a full member and join in with the other pleasures of the Church."

She said this with half a smile on her lips, knowing that it was far from adequate for Father John and he responded, in the same spirit.

"Do you mock me child, do you think that will be adequate? You need to learn the words and the emotions which will help you through tonight and lead you forward into the rest of your life. You must learn to beg properly. Would you like us to punish you, to help you learn the words?"

Father David and the Captain looked to Father John, these were not the normal lines of the initiation ceremony, but they did not realise the effect punishment would have on Lola. Even the thought of being punished, combined with the drugs now circulating in her system were sufficient to make the juice flood down her thighs and her nipples stand to attention. Father John turned to me.

"Mother of Mercy, I appeal to you to take this girl in hand and teach her how to behave at this ceremony. I know you are well aware of this girls weaknesses and failings, and I feel you will be able to punish her and bring her around to our point of view fairly rapidly."

Everybody in the room apart from Father David and the captain were well aware of Lola's foibles and understood where Father John was coming from, but these two gentlemen looked a little confused. I simply reached up to the concealed pocket on the front of my robe and pulled out the stiffening from the top. I was pleased to see that this was not the square section steel rod from earlier but a fine, flexible cane, broad enough to spread the pain but still heavy enough to be able to get a good swing. I looked over at Lola.

"Bend over girl and hold your legs."

Lola looked at me, grinned, and turned her back, spreading her legs just over shoulder width apart and then bent. She had no problem wrapping her arms around her legs just below her knees, and looked to me from between her legs. Her cunt was clearly on display and her thigh muscles, stretched, were sharply defined. After having punished her arse earlier today, I wanted to spread the pain across her thighs and this position gave me excellent access to the back of her legs. The drug which had been coursing through my body for the last 48 hours and now being topped up by the jewel in the port, my body was starting to feel electrified, I felt full of energy and ready to pound this girl into oblivion, and I knew that she would enjoy every moment of it, but I also remembered that it would be easy to push too far, to really destroy her and drive her into a shell. While she enjoyed pain, it had to be dished out in moderation just like the pleasure from the fucking she would receive subsequently.

I walked over and ran my finger from her clit round to her arsehole, spreading the lubrication. I repeated this with two fingers, collecting a little puddle of her juice in the depths between her cheeks, and then I started working a finger inside her arse. She gasped, and just as the index finger on my left hand penetrated her little rosebud I brought the switch down across the tops of her thighs. The position she was in was very unstable, and had I not put my finger inside her she would have fallen over from the shock and the pain in the pleasure of the blow. As it was, I held her up with my finger in her arse and started pumping it slowly in and out. After a few seconds, when she was starting to enjoy the feel of it moving inside her, I pressed in firmly and promptly came down once again across the tops of her thighs. I was trying to improve my own skill here, and I was pleased to see the second welt lining up beautifully with the first, a nice even 2 inch gap all the way across.

Once she had balanced herself again, I pulled my finger out and slid my hand down again across her now drenched pussy. Getting a good handful of her juice, I dribbled this into her slightly gaping arsehole and then slipped two fingers in. I pressed until they were fully embedded, and the cane came down a third time to strike just above her knees, almost in line with her eyes which I saw were now shut. They very quickly jerked open however as the pain caused her knees to bend and again she would have fallen over were it not for the fingers in her hole. By now she was moaning, I knew that if I were to touch her clit she would be coming in seconds! We didn't want her coming, we wanted her begging.

 Again I pulled my fingers out of her arse, scooped up some more come and dribbled it into her hole, this time managing to squeeze in all four of my fingers up to the first knuckle. Rather than using the cane, I bent in and licked from just beside her clit back across her cunt and up as far as her arsehole, tasting her juice directly and off my fingers. Her reaction was just as strong as if she had been struck, she rocked and howled and I knew it was time to stop her punishment before she got too high on it, she had a long night of fucking head and she needed to start begging.

"What do you want, slut?"

"I want you to lick my clit and make me come!"

"I won't be making you come tonight, slut, there are two men here who can do a far better job of taking your virginity than I would. Of course, we had better check you still have your virginity." With that, I pushed the index finger of my right hand into her cunt, rubbing it round to stimulate her a bit more and pushing in further, I encountered resistance, a blockage in her passage, her maidenhead.

I looked over at Father John and reporting my findings.

"Father John, as the Mother of Mercy and head of the Sisters of Mercy, I can confirm that this girl is a virgin and is ready to receive your seed and bear a Child for the Church."

I pulled my finger out of her cunt, and slapped her soundly across her clit. The moan of ecstasy that came from her mouth with music to my ears, but it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"Now slut, ask the Fathers to fuck you and shoot their seed inside you into your unprotected womb, and give you a Child."

 With this I pulled my fingers out and stepped back, leaving her bent in half, still grasping her knees and looking at the Fathers, upside down between her legs.

"Oh God! Please, please fuck me! Fill me with your sperm, get me pregnant, give me a Child that I can give to the Church!"

Father John was obviously fed up with waiting, the drug that he had given himself was driving him to a point of needing release as well. He dropped his own robes to the floor to reveal that he was naked beneath, his hard 9 inches pointing at the ceiling. He walked over behind Lola, lined up his cock and took her. He paused very briefly as his cock met her maidenhead, pulled back an inch and then plunged through it to impale himself full depth inside her. She let out a squeal and a moan, but didn't move as he grasped her hips, pushing her body away and then pulling it back hard onto his erection, half a dozen times was enough to drive both of them over the edge and he started filling her with his come as she let loose a gush of her own juice which forced its way out past his cock. With his cock still inside her, still lazily stroking back and forth he spoke.

"Lola, I would like to officially welcome you into the Church and thank you for your sacrifice. I hope you will have a long and happy life in the Church, and that you will enjoy all the pain and all the pleasure that we can bring you. Now much as I would like to stay inside you all night, I have a Mother of Mercy who will shortly need relief and we need to get better acquainted, so I'm going to leave you in the gentle hands and the hard cock of Father David here and I rely on him to ensure that your cunt is so full of cum that your eggs will be well and truly impregnated by the end of this evening."

There was a gentle round of applause at this speech, and then, the formalities over, the party broke up.

"Father David, the Mother of Mercy will be spending the night with me, so her room will be vacant and it has a nice big bed if you would like to take Lola in there. Susan and Maggie, you may come with us. I'm sure I can find a nice quiet corner where we can tie you up and let you enjoy each others company all night, I'm sure the drug and the alcohol will work nicely together to keep you hot and flustered and we wouldn't want you to risk meeting any boys who may take advantage of your condition. Captain Joe, it has as ever been a pleasure and please pass on our compliments to the chef for a really excellent meal. Come my dear, let's go and talk."

As I walked out of the room, I looked over to say good night to sister Grace, and saw her perched on the end of the dining table, legs well spread and the captains cock buried deep in her cunt. Her eyes were closed and I could see she was on the point of no return, so I quietly closed the door behind us.

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