Dissolution Of An Abbess Ch 01

Chapter One

The door of the church clanged shut behind me and I sighed impatiently and turned, ready to wither the noisy disturber of my private devotions with a scorching stare. It was Edith, one of the novices, but the terror on her face stopped my reprimand from ever leaving my lips.

"It's the sheriff, my lady abbess!" she squealed, voice echoing off the rafters high above me.

"Then he can wait until I have finished my prayers, Edith, Surely Sister Mary can see to it that he is entertained and offered some hospitality while he waits?" I snapped, rolling my jade-green eyes up to the massive crucifix on the altar table in front of me in annoyance as I idly and irreverently wondered if He had ever become fed up with the constant demands on His time. I kept my hands on the small wooden crucifix around my neck, one given to all the nuns when they made their vows, as I tried to concentrate on my prayers.

"But...but..." the young maid stuttered, fright flickering across her thin face and I sighed and rose from my knees, feeling a twinge of pain from the cold flagstones I had been resting on for thirty minutes or so. I settled my habit neatly back into place then strode towards the door, eager to sort out whatever problem the sheriff, one of Henry Tudor's most fervent henchmen, was causing in my abbey!

I was still a few feet from the oak door when it barged abruptly open, catching Edith in the back and sending her sprawling on the floor. I gasped in surprise as she squealed and then my mouth fell wide open as a pair of soldiers rushed in, weapons drawn and eyes wild and dangerous.

"I'm having the youngster!" snarled one of them and he bent down and grabbed a screaming Edith, dragging her upright by her long hair as it spilled from under her coif. My cry of outrage and shock was stillborn inside me as the second soldier advanced towards me, sword tip glinting in the candlelight. My throat was dry with fear and my heart pounded inside my chest as the sword point pressed into my habit and into my soft flesh. Death seemed but an instant away and my life flashed through my brain in a moment.

Born into a noble family, orphaned at ten by the plague, incarcerated in the abbey at twelve and now, by virtue of hard work, apparent dedication to God and the luck of having my predecessors die swiftly from one ailment or another, the abbess of Kirkwood. A life now of comfort and ease after many years of slaving away in one part of the abbey or another. A life now to be cut short by a burly ruffian with a sword as his arm muscles tensed and I braced myself for the pain to come.

"Stop that this instant!" bellowed a voice from the doorway and I cast my eyes up from the menacing sword tip and breathed a shallow sigh of relief as I saw the sheriff standing there. He stepped forward into the church and pushed the soldier away, glaring at him intensely for a few moments as he added, "You would have been very sorry indeed, Edric, if you had harmed the abbess, my dear friend Eleanor, in any way."

"What are you and your louts doing in my abbey, de Courcy?" I managed to stammer out, cursing myself as my voice betrayed my nervousness.

"Carrying out the king's orders, abbess!" the sheriff replied, smiling with his mouth though not with his dark blue eyes.

"I am sure that King Henry did not order you to break into my abbey or to let your soldiers harm my novices!" I snapped, trying to control the situation by showing my anger and contempt. I waved a hand towards Edith who was struggling against the brawny arm of the soldier who had dragged her up from the floor. "Tell him to let her go!"

"Keep her there with you, Jecks," stated the sheriff coldly as he took a few paces forward until he stood just a foot or so away from me while other soldiers crowded in behind him. "The king has commanded me to shut down this abbey along with all the other religious institutions in this area which have disobeyed him and allowed sedition and treason to be preached over the last few months, Eleanor Courtney...as you once were."

I shuffled back a step, surprised by the news and the irreverent delight in his tone too. There had been rumours sweeping through the county that something was going to happen but nobody had imagined anything as shocking and severe as this. To shut down all the abbeys, monasteries and convents? Where would people worship? What would the nuns do? What would I do? My tongue felt paralysed as did my whole body and I just stood there like one of the statues decorating the church for a few moments before I managed to state, "I will appeal to the king himself. He cannot do this thing!"

"He can and he has, abbess. The abbey will be closed, all valuables removed and then the land and buildings sold off!"

"But what about us...the people who live and work here?" I cried out in despair.

"I'm sure that your nuns will find some worthwhile employment in the town. I know of a few brothels which need the novelty of untouched ladies to bring in some more customers!" he sneered, turning his head to the side and staring lasciviously at Edith.

Something inside me snapped then and I swung my hand up and slapped him hard, catching him fully on the cheek as I shouted out, "You sick bastard!"

His hands shot out and gripped both of mine like a vice, holding me still as he bent his head forward and whispered menacingly, "Bastard I cannot deny but I am healthy and strong, abbess. I believe it was your cousin's brother-in-law who enjoyed himself with my mother but failed to marry her before he died at Flodden where we crushed the Scots!"

"That's your tale!" I sneered back, feeling a little flicker of triumph as I watched his lean face redden slightly. I had no idea of the truth as I had been inside the abbey for nearly twenty years and my close family had perished long before without anyone mentioning that there was a connection to de Courcy.

"One thing which I forgot to mention just now because I was so rudely interrupted is that the king has given me the power to decide what happens to the abbey's nuns and workers, abbess!" he hissed with a sinister smile. "The farm workers can come and work for the new landowner...me!"

"So you are making money out of this, de Courcy? May God have mercy on your venial soul!" I forced out despite the fear fluttering in my belly.

"However, I don't think your fellow nuns and beautiful novices like this one here are suitable for toiling in the fields, are they? Strip her, lads, and let us see what we think of her job prospects!"

I screamed and yelled at the sheriff, trying to wrest my hands out of his iron grip. Edith's voice matched mine, soaring up to the rafters high above as we prayed for God to intervene yet He stayed silent. Her coif was torn off and her long blonde hair spilled out, cascading down over her shoulders and whipping across her pale face as she threw herself from side to side in a vain but valiant attempt to escape. Jecks held her firmly whilst Edric tore at her habit, rending the cloth by force and revealing her bare legs and the shift she wore underneath as the whole thing was ripped asunder. Edith went wild, kicking out and squealing but she still couldn't prevent the soldier grabbing her shift and tearing that off her body either. Along with everyone else in the church, I stared at her white breasts and the golden triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs; a veritable honeypot which enticed all eyes. The dull wood of the crucifix that dangled between her white breasts was no protection from the staring gaze of the soldiers at all as they drank in her beauty.

"Bring her to the front!" snapped the sheriff and the soldiers bustled her along, dragging her despite her stoic resistance whilst I tried to escape from de Courcy's clutches as he tugged me forwards too.

Edith had quietened a little as had I by the time we were at the front, mainly due to lack of breath on her part as fear still loomed large in her soft blue eyes and her breasts heaved up and down with the sign of her exertions, nipples standing out like ripe raspberries. It was all I could do to tear my eyes away from them as the sheriff spoke quietly to one of the other soldiers who then began to pick up the chalices and silver plate from the altar.

"What are you doing?" I inquired, trying to keep my voice level.

"Clearing the table so that it can be used for something else!" answered de Courcy, grinning at me. "Don't worry, abbess, all those cups and pieces of plate will be itemised and then sold so that King Henry can fill his treasury."

"And you yours!" I snapped bitterly.

"Would you begrudge my soldiers and I a little reward for all the hard work we are doing?" he asked mockingly. "Though I think that tongue of yours is going to need a little training in respect and ladylike behaviour!"

I watched, mind wondering what was going to happen as the altar was cleared apart from the cloth-of-gold that covered the oaken table. Edith's eyes stared down at the floor and her naked body trembled violently and I suddenly realised that, even though she was a novice, she was wiser than me in the ways of the world as the sheriff nodded to his men and she was flung down on the table, bottom upwards, wooden cross banging noisily on the oaken surface. Swiftly, her hands were tied to the table legs and then her legs too, cord wrapping round behind her knees and pulling her thighs apart so that my eyes, as I was dragged over behind her, were caught by the almost shocking pink of her slit and the tiny whorled pucker of her anus. My mind went blank and my flesh cold as I realised what was going to happen and I begged and pleaded for them to leave her alone, calling on God and the saints, threatening fearful vengeance for their blasphemy until my voice went hoarse. Throughout my tirade, de Courcy pinioned my hands and simply stood there gazing at me thoughtfully, eyes the same colour as the sea and just as fathomless. When I finished, he commented coldly, "If you hadn't opened your mouth, abbess, and been so infernally rude, then I might not have had to go to these lengths! This girl could have been walking out of the abbey later with the other nuns and finding something else to do instead of entertaining my soldiers for a while. Perhaps if I get a good report from them, I'll send her off to a little whorehouse I have a half share in by the river in town!"

"Please...don't! I'll do anything if you let her go!" I pleaded, tears falling from my pale green eyes and staining the white collar of my habit.

"Including taking her place?" De Courcy inquired thoughtfully, stroking his chin with one hand whilst gripping me tightly with the other.

My blood went as cold as ice at his words. I had never known a man and had thought that I never would. I had experienced brief dalliances with some of my fellow nuns though; something that I had never dared to admit to my confessor as I knelt before him. Kisses and touches had made my blood boil and my pussy seep moisture and I had spent many a long night rubbing my swollen clitoris until I had exploded in silent pleasure, biting into my thin blanket lest my cries awake another nun and lead to my discovery and subsequent punishment for perversion.

"Well?"

His single word broke me out of my reverie and I looked across at Edith's naked bottom cheeks and the obscenely-spread thighs and knew that I should be the one there instead. It was my fault; if I had kept my temper and acceded to the sheriff and his demands then Edith would not be suffering...or so I told myself a second or so before I murmured that I would indeed take her place on the table."

"Excellent, my dear abbess. You do show such tender affection for the flock in your charge, don't you? What's that famous quotation from the good book? Something about 'there is no greater love than to lay...note the interesting word there, lads...your life down for another! Shall we swap over then? She is older but sometimes the older ladies are more interesting and experienced!"

The soldier's attentions switched suddenly to me and I flushed, unable to stop the image flickering through my mind of how I would look bent over the table, legs wide apart and waiting to be used and abused by them all. It made me hotter still to think of the scene and I could feel my pussy throb abruptly as if it wanted to experience such a perverted and obscene thing. Heat flooded through me as I waited to see what they would decide.

"We could have both, sheriff!" cackled Jecks, licking his lips as he looked over at me.

"Don't be greedy!" remonstrated de Courcy with a smile.

"Let's have this one over the table, lads. She's all ready there and I like the look of that plump arse!" called out one of the other soldiers and the others whooped in agreement and my mind filled with sheer relief mixed with the bitter-sweet knowledge that Edith had been condemned to satisfying their rampant lust instead of me.

I closed my eyes after the first soldier, hair greying at the temples, lowered his trousers and stepped in between Edith's parted white thighs. I could not bear to look at the novice being violated and my body trembled as I heard her emit a shrill squeal. I could only imagine what it must have felt like as she was taken, having no experience of a man's thick cock sliding into my body. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as I heard soft, squelchy sounds emanating from their conjoined bodies and then I screamed in shock as a sharp stinging slap around the face made my head rock back.

"Open your eyes and watch, abbess!" snapped de Courcy.

I did so in an automatic reaction to the pain but then I closed them again as I saw the soldier's hairy arse cheeks pumping away frenetically between Edith's thighs. Another sharp slap whipped across my face and the sheriff snarled, "I told you to open your eyes and watch, didn't I?"

"I won't!" I spat out vituperatively, trying to ignore the pain in my cheek as I steeled myself to receive another blow.

"Really? Not even if I keep slapping that pretty face of yours? Perhaps not as you are a notoriously stubborn creature so I think that I will take your punishment out on the girl there. Hobbs, shift your fat arse out of the way!"

I peeped out from under my lowered lids and felt a shiver of heat rush through my body as the soldier reluctantly moved away, cock glistening and standing out in front of him like a flagpole. Another soldier gripped my arms and held me tightly as de Courcy moved closer to Edith's prone figure, slipping his sword out of its scabbard. I gasped, thinking he was going to cut her white flesh as he laid the shining metal on her white rump and then he whipped it up and down in one fluid movement and Edith screamed as pain shot into her senses. Five more strokes emblazoned her bare bottom cheeks before the sheriff slipped his sword back into its sheath and walked back over to me and hissed, "If I see you not watching again then I am going to give her twelve strokes. After that, it will be eighteen strokes and then...well, I'm sure you can work it out, lady, so you better keep those green eyes fixed on what's happening right in front of you! Hobbs, stick it back in and have another go!"

I forced myself to keep my eyes wide open, seeing the man slide his thickness back up into Edith's slippery slit through a veil of tears. Heat burnt in my body along with a dreadful coldness as I could not deny that I was excited and aroused by the scene although I was blaming myself for the predicament that Edith was in. There was something oddly enticing about seeing the soldier's buttocks pump back and forth and hearing the sensual sounds of sex flooding the church. My clit continued to throb powerfully and I wanted to stroke and rub it until I came.

"Carson, go and use her mouth!" commanded de Courcy and I gasped in surprise, never having thought about the possibility of such a thing. It made perfect sense though as I thought about it and I licked my own lips in response as I wondered what it would feel like to have a cock poking deep into my mouth. How would it taste? Would I be repulsed when such a thing happened to me? I suddenly felt weak as I realised that I had thought about when not if. Would I have to suffer like Edith was? I stared out at the scene as Edith's head was pulled up slightly by the simple expedient of the soldier grabbing her hair and then her moans were stifled by his fat member slithering in between her soft lips. The two men worked themselves into a rhythm after a few moments; one pushing deep into her pussy before the other plunged forward and made her take more of his cock in her mouth. My hard nub pulsed in time with their thrusts and I blushed bright red as I felt a betraying trickle of lust leak out of my tight pussy folds and seep down my inner thighs. Why was this depraved act turning me on? The shame made me hotter still and I squirmed uncomfortably, unable to tear my eyes away as the pair of soldiers continued to slither their cocks into my novice's orifices until they came. Grunts and groans burst from their mouths almost in unison whilst Edith spluttered and groaned as her mouth was suddenly filled with hot spunk.

Hobbs stepped away from her, slithering his cock out of her pussy and I watched in fascination as a trail of silken white spiralled down from the bulbous end. Instantly, another soldier moved forward and plunged his stiff cock straight up inside the slippery wetness. Carson moved away too and another man stepped forward and started to use Edith's mouth, uncaring of her desperate cries and moans as he slid his pulsing tool between her sticky lips. Several minutes passed and then those two finished and another pair stepped up and filled her quim and mouth once more and still I watched on, unwilling to add to her pain by looking away or shutting my eyes as I knew that de Courcy would beat her again. The final soldier pulled his thick cock out of her pussy just before he came and a spray of white semen cascaded down across her bare back and buttocks then dripped down between her thighs before he dismissively wiped his prick dry on her skin and tucked it away in his trousers, mouth split wide in a sardonic smile.

"Play time over, men...for now but you can all have a free go at the brothel when you have rounded all the other young ones up and taken them down there. Hobbs and Jecks, you two can decide which ones will make money. Kick all the others out and then make sure we have found everything that is valuable!" de Courcy commanded.

"What about this one?" asked the soldier holding me tightly.

"She's coming with me as I am sure that she has lots of valuable information tucked away in that head!" the sheriff stated, smiling grimly as I gasped in shock. "Tie her hands and bring her outside for me! She can start thinking about all those little secrets she has to tell me!"