Dissolution of an Abbess

Chapter Two

I stepped outside into the cold, grey light of the autumn day, hands bound, mind shocked and lust whirling around my senses like a tempest. The abbey seemed oddly quiet and then I realised why as I saw the hushed crowd of nuns and workers penned against the wall of the gatehouse by a dozen armed soldiers. My flock saw me and voices rose as if they were expecting me to rush across and save them but then they hushed again as the sheriff pushed me forward, sending me staggering as I tried to maintain my balance with my hands tied awkwardly behind my back.

"Pax vobiscum!" I cried out in my helplessness and tears coursed down my cheeks as I was roughly pushed past them by a couple of soldiers while de Courcy stayed behind to remind his sergeant what to do with my people. Would he really weed out the young, attractive nuns and condemn them to working in a whorehouse? Surely he wouldn't be that cruel? I kept that hope in my heart as I was thrown over the back of a warhorse and tied securely, ankles to wrists so that I would not fall off.

It seemed an age before the sheriff emerged, mainly because the two soldiers he had sent with me amused themselves by feeling up my legs, chuckling gleefully as I tried to keep my thighs closed against their depredations. Part of me wanted to surrender and just let their fingers worm their way into my soaking slit but I fought against such weakness, determined not to let them gain pleasure from my body. To my surprise, Edith, still stark naked, came with de Courcy, tugged along implacably despite her resistance. He handed her over to the guards and told them to bring her along as he mounted the horse I was tied to and spurred it into movement.

The journey seemed to take an eternity yet in reality it can only have been half an hour or so before we arrived at his imposing manor house on the outskirts of the town. I sighed with relief when the horse stopped as I had been continually jostled up and down and from side to side as it had cantered along. My flesh felt bruised all over and I slid off the back and nearly fell to the floor when the ropes which bound me were untied.

"Bring them both inside and let's make them comfortable," remarked de Courcy and the guards grabbed us and frog-marched us after the tall figure of the sheriff. Along a corridor then through a stout wooden door we walked before we descended a steep set of steps and passed through another oak door and into a large cellar.

"This will be perfect to hold them for a while," stated the sheriff to the guards before he turned his attention on me and smiled wickedly. "Welcome to your humble new abode, abbess. My apologies if it isn't up to your usual standard of accommodation but I suggest that you make yourself as comfortable as possible until I return!"

I refused to answer his taunts and he just smirked then turned on his heel and left, followed by the two soldiers, one of whom banged the door shut behind him and fastened the latch into place. I stared round the room, taking in the solid stone walls, heavy door and lack of any windows and I knew that we would not be escaping unless we had some help from the outside. That seemed unlikely to say the least! Who would bother to rescue us? Clearly, the Protestant clique at court had gained the ascendancy with the rise of Anne Boleyn and Thomas Cromwell and somebody clever and crafty must have murmured in Henry's ear that his debts could be sorted by stealing the wealth of the monasteries and abbeys. Kirkwood's lands would now be sold off to the highest bidder and the silver plate and gold chalices melted down to provide funding for one of the Tudor's futile wars or to line the pockets of his followers like de Courcy.

"Abbess Eleanor," murmured Edith who was standing by my side.

"Yes, Edith?"

"What is going to happen to us?" she continued, blue eyes filled with tears as they looked trustingly up at me.

"I do not know, my child," I answered truthfully, placing a hand on her shoulder and feeling her naked flesh quiver underneath my touch. She sobbed and I pulled her to me, cuddling her as if she was a young child, feeling her head rest on my breast as I stared round the dark room, despair filling my soul. I stroked the girl's back, feeling the knobbly ridges of her spine under my fingertips then the sudden swelling softness of her bottom cheeks. Her head shifted as I touched her buttocks and I exclaimed in delight and shock as her mouth found my nipple and sucked on it strongly. The jolt of desire raced down to my groin and I felt my clitoris tingle with pleasure in response. My hands stroked her soft cheeks faster as her lips teased and tantalised my nipple, sucking through the thin fabric of my plain white habit. It had been so long; ever since I had become the abbess, I had resisted temptation but now I fell into the devil's hands immediately. My own hands left her bottom cheeks for a few moments so that I could lift my habit over my head and then her mouth was back on my breast, teasing my flesh through jus the thin covering of my shift as I tossed the garment on the floor.

We sank down together onto my habit, her lips breaking away from my breast and finding my mouth instead. My lips parted and her tongue darted in like a snake's, teasing and tantalising and tasting slightly odd for a few moments. It was the scent of a man, I realised after a while, and I remembered how she had looked spread over the table and my pussy gushed with slippery secretions in response. How had she felt when those cocks pushed into her mouth and spent their sticky sperm inside? I could taste it there still and then I wondered if I would be able to taste it elsewhere too and my heart leapt at the wicked thought as my hands caressed her body, sweeping up her thighs and then finding the softness of her breasts as we lay down on my nun's garment in the middle of the room.

It was as her mouth broke away from mine for a moment that my mind sparked a thought and I voiced it instantly.

"When they took you, Edith, you weren't a virgin, were you?"

"No, not by a long chalk, abbess," she replied with the faintest of blushes. "Lost it well before I became a nun. I was playing around with one of the lads from the village and he went a little too far after I teased him and that was that! Then I experimented with a few others but my stepmother found out and she persuaded my dad that I should enter the abbey and become a nun. Wanted me to pray for her soul, the hypocrite!"

"Hypocrite?"

"Well, she was making the beast with two backs with my uncle, abbess!" Edith chuckled and then she fastened her lips back on mine and all thought deserted me.

Somehow, my shift abandoned my body, leaving me naked too and I sighed with delight as Edith rubbed her softness on mine, teasing my breasts with her hair then rubbing our nipples together and squashing our delicate flesh together as her hands hugged me tightly. Her tongue trailed across my skin, easing down my body alluringly and I sighed in pleasure as it slithered over my hip then darted in between my thighs. I willingly opened my legs wider, allowing her access to my quim as Edith turned around, straddling my body until her weight descended on my heated flesh. I looked up into the glorious sight of her swollen pink softness and smelt her arousal and I moaned with desire and shame as I could not stop my tongue flickering out and tasting her honeypot. I felt her tongue dip into me and lick along the folds of my pussy and I copied her actions, revelling in the scent of her sweet slit. Dribbles of wetness trickled out of her pussy and I lapped them up, wondering at the slightly salty taste until I realised that it was the remnants of all the spunk that the soldiers had pumped into her earlier. That should have horrified me yet I found it exciting and I delved deeper, twirling my tongue in her softness and delighting in the subtle response of her body to my actions.

My own flesh could not resist the blandishments provided by her tongue as it licked and lapped at my labial lips then teased the erect bud of my clitoris. I lost myself in the world of sweet smell and taste as time flowed by and then my body was arching and writhing underneath hers as pleasure overwhelmed me. A flood of delight rushed through my senses and I squealed into her muffling wetness and licked fervently at her delicate folds. I pulled her buttocks further apart and stared up at the crinkled furrow of her anal whorl and licked upwards until my tongue tip caressed it. It was so forbidden and yet so alluring and I felt her body respond as I slid two fingers inside her soaking slit while my tongue teased her anal ring. She groaned and her body shuddered and I pressed my stiffened tongue inside the muscular ring, delighting in the abasement of the act as my fingers slid in and out of her pussy. She squealed with pleasure and then came, flooding my face with her love dew, body bouncing and bucking on top of mine as the ripples of pleasure swept up into her brain.

We huddled together afterwards, pulling my shift over the pair of us whilst the thicker cloth of my habit warded off the chill from the flagstoned floor. The darkness of the room stayed the same so there was no way of telling what the time was and I lay there for what seemed like an eternity, staring up at the ceiling as Edith snuffled softly in her sleep, head resting on my breast and warm breath bathing my face. Tenderly, I kissed the top of her head then frowned as I wondered just how she had gained so much experience in the arts of love. Had my abbey been a hotbed literally of lust and love between the nuns? Certainly, I had been initiated into such delights when I was a young novice and I suddenly smiled as I remembered one of the nuns sneaking into my bed in the dormitory and how her fingers and tongue had taught me the pleasures of love.

My reminisces were abruptly broken into as the heavy door swung open and clanged back against the wall. Edith's eyes opened and she half-jumped up then realised that she was naked so she cuddled back down into me, hiding her charms under the thin covering of my shift.

"Now that's a pretty sight!" observed de Courcy as he stood over us, booted feet within a few inches of our prone bodies. "Huddling together for warmth or for other purposes?"

I felt myself blush bright red at his comments, probably because of the truth in them but I refused to answer. He squatted down beside us while the guard stayed in the doorway, hand on the hilt of his sword just in case we proved to be dangerous in some inexplicable way.

"Enough resting comfortably for the pair of you. There are questions to be answered!" the sheriff snapped and his hand whipped out and whisked our protective covering away, leaving us naked before him.

"I will answer any questions that you may have when we are treated decently!" I hissed back, sitting up and trying to ignore the prurient eyes of the two men as they feasted on my breasts. "I only hope that you can answer the questions that God will have when He sits in judgment upon you!"

De Courcy laughed then slapped me hard round the face and I recoiled, letting out a little grunt of pain as the sharp sting shot into my senses.

"That's a reminder of who's in charge round here, abbess, so learn from it or things are going to get very painful and humiliating for you! Jecks, bring them both upstairs where there is a little more light so that I can see what I am doing!"

The burly guard ambled forward and grabbed us both by the wrist, hauling us upright even though I tried to resist. Despite my wriggling and writhing, he controlled me easily and I gave up quickly, realising that even if I did break away from his grip, there was nowhere to run to. Perhaps being one floor up would provide better opportunities to escape? I tried to console myself with that thought as Jecks pulled us both along the corridor and then up the steep stone stairs.

Light flooded down as we ascended and at first I was grateful for it until I remembered that I was naked. Goosepimples erupted on my bare skin as I started to worry about being seen but there was nothing I could do to hide my nakedness as the guard strode along, turning right at the top of the stairs and heading down a stone-walled passage which ended at another heavy oak door with bolts on the outside. My heart sank as I decided that we were just exchanging one cell for another as de Courcy swung the door open and then Jecks pushed us inside roughly. The room was lighter and warmer thankfully with a fire burning cheerfully in the hearth. That raised my spirits for a few moments before my eyes took in the strange array of apparatus dotted around.

"My questioning room, Lady Eleanor. Some people believe that such place should be hidden away underground in dark and dank places but I like to be comfortable when I am eliciting the truth from a criminal...or two!" the sheriff remarked, turning his bright blue eyes on Edith who quailed in fear.

"Neither of us are criminals, sheriff so just let us go before you make matters worse for yourself!" I snapped, trying to sound angry despite the fear roiling in my stomach at the sight of the rack in the far corner.

"Whether you are criminals is for me to decide actually," he responded, grinning slightly as he noticed Edith shaking in fear by my side. "Jecks, take the young one and put her on the bench. Face-down, I think, so that we can see those lovely bottom cheeks staring sightlessly up at us. Maybe I will have to make them blush prettily if Lady Eleanor here does not want to be cooperative!"

I stared back at him, trying not to let him see that the threat worried me although it did greatly. Would he punish her if I refused to speak? What questions did he have anyway? I tried not to shake as he turned his attention back to me after Edith was strapped down onto a bench nearby, Jecks squatting down by her side and running his calloused hands over her soft flesh while he smiled leeringly up at me.

"Perhaps her ladyship would appreciate some refreshment before I start asking questions?" the sheriff murmured gesturing towards a goblet of wine that was on a table by his side.

"To loosen my tongue when I am drunk. sheriff? It will take more than one glass of wine to do that!" I snorted, trying to be strong even though I wanted to curl up and die as his eyes roamed across my naked body intrusively.

"I was just thinking that your throat must be dry after not having a drink for some time actually but I see that you wish to throw my kindness back in my face. Perhaps I will have to find another way of lubricating your throat? Jecks, go and find a leather strap in the chest over there!"

I watched, wondering what was going to happen next as the thickset guard strolled over and rummaged in an oaken chest. He eventually pulled out a thick strip of leather and returned to stand by Edith's side while the sheriff stepped closer to me until he was within touching distance.

"Now, Lady Eleanor, you are going to kneel and open that pretty mouth for me to use as I wish!" he hissed, eyes bright with amusement and delight as shock raced through my senses.

"Never!" I snapped back. "You will have to force me, sheriff!"

"Oh I don't think so. I feel that you will soon be kneeling and opening wide for me to thrust my cock deep until I explode inside that hot little mouth. Then you are going to swallow all my sticky come down willingly and tell me how delightful it tastes."

"No I won't!" I spat out angrily despite the fear making my thighs tremble.

"Jecks, give the girl six strokes and then I will ask her ladyship here if she has changed her mind!"

"What?" I cried out, suddenly realising what he intended to do. He was making me responsible for Edith's pain. It was emotional blackmail and I had no defence against it that I could see. If I refused then Edith would suffer and how could I live with myself if I was the cause of her agony?

My thoughts were broken into by a sudden scream of agony as the strap whipped down across the novice's bare bottom cheeks and my head automatically turned towards the sound and I saw the livid redness of the mark left on her pale as alabaster arse.

"No!" I screamed as the strap was raised once more but there was no preventing the next stroke and it lashed down and Edith's buttocks rippled under the weight and then came another piercing cry that echoed around the room and assailed my ears with despair and guilt. The third and fourth blazed a trail of red across her white cheeks and her body bucked up against the pain but there was nothing she could do to stop it as she was tied securely to the whipping bench. Only I could stop it and to do so I would have to abase myself totally. My throat went as dry as dust at the thought of kneeling before the sheriff and allowing him to use my mouth for his perverted pleasure but I could see no alternative unless I called his bluff? But was it a bluff? Would he signal Jecks to keep whipping Edith if I did not surrender to his whim? Could I take that chance?

The final two strokes zipped down and left crimson weals on the soft surface they struck and Edith's voice reached a higher pitch again as she vented her pain out into the room. My head fell as I realised that I could not condemn her to suffering any more on my behalf and so, as the echoes of her scream faded gently, I said coldly, "I will kneel for you, sheriff, because you have forced me to but may God have mercy on your soul for your iniquitous sins!"

"My only gods are pleasure and money, abbess, so one of them will be satisfied soon by your soft lips!" he quipped back, cold blue eyes staring unrelentingly at me and it was my gaze that dropped first as a red flush of shame flooded through me at what was about to happen as I dropped down onto my knees. It would be my first experience with a man and, although I had seen a man's member before when they had been pissing against the walls in the abbey or the town, I had never been in such close proximity before as de Courcy fumbled with the lacings of his doublet and hose and then brought out his thick, lolling cock into the light.

"Open wide, Lady Eleanor!" he commanded, stepping forward until the tip of his cock brushed against my cheek gently. I smelt the slight aroma of his maleness and remembered the salty tang of the sperm still in Edith's quim when I had been licking her earlier as I parted my lips and waited to be used. Stiffening already, the sheriff's thick member slid into my mouth and I felt tears of shame trickle down my cheeks as it rested on my tongue. I could feel it pulsing softly with life as it lengthened swiftly until the bulbous head pushed against the back of my mouth whilst the thick shaft made my jaws open wider. A few seconds eased by as I wondered how long it would take before I experienced the bitter humiliation of receiving his spunk in my mouth but then he suddenly withdrew his cock and looked down at me.

"I want some action from you, lady. Get your tongue moving and suck with those pretty lips or Edith's arse over there is going to get even redder! In fact, Jecks, give her another six just to encourage her ladyship here to be active!"

"No, please, I'll do it!" I spat out, turning my head slightly as Jecks raised the heavy strap once more.

"I know you will but an incentive is always good to have!" the sheriff responded, blue eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement as he read the desperation in my expression.

I could not tear my gaze away as the guard whipped the leather down again and again, striping poor Edith's already well-wealed arse and making her scream out in pain. Each squeal tore at my soul and I shuddered, wondering what it would feel like to be in her position. I had, of course, been spanked as a child but nobody had touched me physically like that since I had reached the first flowering of my womanhood. Somehow, the thought enticed and lured me and I tried to think of something else to deny the tingling wave of delight that was focused in my clitoris. The last blow from the leather strap kissed Edith's bare bottom with fire and her scream slowly faded away to be replaced by sobbing and then de Courcy pushed his purple-headed prick back towards me and I started to suck on it. I closed my lips round the knob and teased it with the wetness of my tongue before I circled it slowly, teasing the tip gently and feeling his flesh jerk and twitch in response. He pushed in further and I squeezed my lips against his shaft, feeling each ridge and tiny bump as it slithered past while my tongue bathed the end with slippery saliva. Harder and faster, his cock plunged into my mouth as the seconds slipped by and his hands held my head still, gripping my dark hair tightly. I breathed in his maleness, my nose tickled by his curly hairs as his cock thrust inside my mouth, sliding across my soft lips until it threatened the opening to my throat. Panic set in as the tip teased against the back of my mouth and I snorted in air through my nostrils as I suddenly found it hard to breathe. The sheriff plunged his prick further forward into me and I gagged as the bulbous knob thrust into my throat. There was no escape though as his hands held my head still and all I could do was be used by him; a realisation that sent shivers running down my spine and into my throbbing bud. My pussy seeped moisture at the dark knowledge that I was his and my eyes leaked copiously too as his thick prick slithered in and out of my mouth for what seemed like an eternity.