Dissolution of an Abbess

Chapter Three

The rest of the day passed slowly. Food and drink was brought to us by a timid servant girl who would not even speak to me but just placed the tray on a small table by the bed then scurried out while Jecks watched on from the threshold. There was also a small pottery bowl of hot water and, after I had coaxed Edith into eating some of the stew, I washed her body with a cloth then soaked it in the water and laid it on her beaten buttocks to try and draw out some of the stinging pain from the bruising. Then I huddled up next to her and listened as the rhythm of her breathing slowly altered as she fell asleep.

I must have dozed off myself because I woke with a start and found that the weak autumn sunlight from the arrow slit window had vanished and that the moon had risen instead. It was a harvest moon, golden in colour and huge in the sky, hanging there like a vast pearl as I walked over and stared out. The moon illuminated the grounds quite well and I could make out the impressive walls that surrounded the fortified manor house and my heart sank as I realised that escape was going to be almost impossible. The only way out appeared to be through the gatehouse and I knew that that would be manned at all times. Could I bribe the guards? That thought occurred to me just as the door was unlocked and pushed open and I stood there by the window, shivering a little in fear as the sheriff stepped inside and stared at me impassively for a few moments before he smiled and remarked that it was time for our next session to begin.

"But I told you that there isn't any more money!" I snapped back instantly, shooting a glance at Edith as she stirred slightly on the bed.

"That's something for my clerks to puzzle out, abbess, and if they do find that you have been lying to me then you will be very sorry indeed...as will your young friend over there! However, I think we can leave her to sleep undisturbed for a while as long as you come with me quietly. I'd hate to have to wake her up and then inflict more pain on that pretty body when you are reluctant to tell me the truth."

I followed him along the corridor, heart bounding faster as I wondered what he wanted. At least, Edith would not be beaten and abused for my sins this time, I thought as we entered the room we had been in before. I stared at the bench and the various other pieces of equipment and shivered, courage deserting me as I thought about the possible pain that the sheriff could impart into my tender flesh. Would I have to kneel for him again? That thought sent a flash of heat through my body and I chastised myself inwardly, refusing to accept that I had enjoyed the slithering, sliding lunges of his cock into my mouth and the hot cream pumping out over my face.

"All I need from you to begin with, Lady Eleanor, is your confession," de Courcy murmured, standing opposite me while his eyes drank in my nakedness.

"I confess my sins to a priest, sheriff, not to you!" I responded haughtily, making my voice as icy-cold as I could.

"A different kind of a confession, my dear abbess. The one which I wish you to sign will be a legal document confirming that you have engaged in lewd practices with the other nuns as well as priests."

"But that would be untrue!" I stated as firmly as I could, trying to keep my gaze unwavering even as I thought about what had happened when I had first joined the abbey and had been introduced into the delights of Sapphic love by one of the nuns almost immediately. I consoled my conscience by reminding it that I had never ever consorted with a man before the sheriff had forced me earlier.

"The king wants a confession, abbess, and I am determined that you should give him one. In return, you and your young friend will be released and you will receive a pension, not a fortune but enough to live on if you are frugal..."

It was like the devil tempting our saviour in the wilderness as his honeyed words echoed in my ears. I could be free and take Edith with me ...if I confessed to heinous sins. Would he keep his word if I did confess? Doubt filled my mind to overflowing. Why should he? Yet, if I did not, then Edith would suffer...and maybe I would too, I suddenly thought as his eyes narrowed into slits of pure menace.

"I will get a confession from you one way or the other!" he hissed at me.

"Then you will have to do your very worst, sheriff, because I will not admit to things that I have not done! I am a virgin and will submit to inspection by a doctor!"

"Really? What interesting and amusing news, lady. I am sure that I can do something about that sad state of affairs though!" he replied and my blood went as cold as ice as he stepped forward and grasped both of my wrists in his hands despite my feeble attempt to resist.

The sheriff pulled me over to the middle of the room and slipped leather manacles onto my wrists before attaching a rope to them and looping it through a pulley that was screwed into a beam in the ceiling. I stood there, heart pounding like a drum as he started to tighten the rope, gradually hauling my arms up above my head and then forcing me up onto tiptoe before he tied it off securely. I was naked, helpless and totally vulnerable to him as he strolled round my tethered body, occasionally reaching out his hand to stroke my breasts or bottom cheeks, feeling the knobbly ridge of my spine and even stroking the back of my neck which made me shiver with sudden arousal for some reason. He walked away and I shuffled round to see what he was doing then wished that I hadn't as he picked out a thin leather strap from a wooden chest then swished it experimentally through the air as he returned.

"Time to make you dance to my tune, I think, Lady Eleanor. We shall soon see how strong your resistance is when it is your own flesh that is suffering rather than one of your novices!"

I stayed quiet, unwilling to risk saying anything as I feared that my voice would show my fear by quavering. Despite the terror of the pain, my mind swirled with fascination too as I wondered what the strap would feel like when it kissed my soft flesh with its hard leather. My thoughts were soon answered as the sheriff swung the strap through the air lazily and it caressed my breasts, skimming over them yet imparting a frisson of pain that made me hiss through my teeth. A subtle blush appeared on the previously-pristine flesh and then came another as the strap swung back again. The blow was harder and I yelped as the sting seethed into my senses. The tip of the strap flicked out as his wrist twitched and pain blossomed once more as it struck my nipple then I was dancing to his tune as he kept flicking the end out, striking my stomach, my thighs and even my calves. Red stripes soon decorated my flesh despite my futile attempts to cower away from the blows. There was no way of hiding from the stinging flicks though as he simply rotated with my body if I turned, laughing gently as my hisses and yelps became louder.

"I think that I am quite pleased that you refused my offer, abbess. Think of all the fun I would have missed out on if you had just signed!" he remarked, whipping the strap down harder as he stepped behind me. The leather curled round my bottom cheeks and I gasped as the sting shot into my flesh. A dozen quick strokes brought tears to my eyes and heat to my buttocks before he returned to my breasts, flicking the tip out harder and making me writhe against the rope that held me as the pain threatened to overwhelm me. I bit my lip and tried to stop the tell-tale moans and groans seeping out of my mouth as the strap struck my soft skin, making my breasts ripple under the impact and creating harsher lines of red, darkening to purple in places on my flesh. My tears spilt over and rolled like crystal spheres of agony down my cheeks and dripped down onto my abused flesh while my clit throbbed almost painfully in time with my pulse. The pain teased me into arousal and I cursed the perversity of feeling pleasure through it yet I could not deny the wetness that seeped from my pussy as the leather strap whipped out monotonously, turning my breasts into a red mass of agony.

Eventually, he finished whipping my breasts and allowed the leather strap to dangle down, its tip trailing across the wide, oak floorboards. He returned to the chest and delved into it before coming back and kneeling by my ankle. I did not have the strength to resist as he grabbed it then fitted a leather cuff around my slim ankle before he attached it via a piece of rope to an iron ring set into the wooden boards. He did the same to my other ankle, splaying my thighs wider and I groaned in shame at being so open and vulnerable to his gaze as he stood up and looked at me thoughtfully, blue eyes glinting in the candlelight. His hand reached out and stroked its way slowly up my inner thigh. I tried to cringe away as I knew where it was going but there was nothing that I could do to prevent his free access to my most intimate area. His fingertips grazed my labial lips, teasing their way through the dark curls of my bush and then they were tempting me into lust, slithering in and out of my pussy.

"So very wet, abbess. Look how my fingers glisten!" he commented, holding them up to the light after removing them from my body. I glanced away, shame burning into my mind as he displayed the clear evidence of my arousal. He slid them back inside and I gasped at the sensuousness of the feeling, remembering how my first lover had spent ages teasing me into ecstasy, luring me up to the brink of rapture then stopping. Making me beg for release before she would bend down and tease my clit with her tongue until I writhed like a snake on the thin mattress of straw. The sheriff's fingers were thicker and longer, stretching my tight tube wider and I moaned at the discomfort as I felt them push gently against the thin barrier of my hymen before they withdrew once more.

"So you are telling the truth about being a virgin then, abbess, it appears! But don't worry because, before I let a doctor examine you, I will take great pleasure in breaking through this ephemeral barrier!"

"You...you..." I wanted to call him a bastard but bit the comment back, all too aware of how sensitive he was on the subject. Instead, I just glared at him and tried to ignore the sweet sensations that his fingers caused as they returned to my wet pussy and idly played with the soaking pink folds. To my dismay, the slippery flesh betrayed me and I gasped with delight as he found my swollen bud and stroked it gently, gradually easing me ever closer to my peak while he stared into my eyes from just a foot or so away, lips smiling as he drank in my reactions.

As I teetered on the brink of exploding, his fingers slipped away from my clit and he picked up the strap again, making my body shiver as I waited for it to strike my flesh once more. Despite watching carefully, I was still totally unprepared for the explosion of agony that followed as he flicked it upwards and sent the tip smacking into my soft wetness. I screamed loudly, echoes reverberating round the room and back to my ears just in time for the next flick to catch me there again. It was as if a swarm of bees had stung me all at once and I pulled sharply on my wrists, desperately trying to break free from the leather cuffs. It was to no avail and I could not even protect my vulnerable folds by closing my thighs as my ankles were securely cuffed to the rings in the floor. For some reason, I could not take my eyes off the wicked tip of the strap as it flickered out towards my body like a snake's tongue, instilling pain and torment. Each blow seemed to double the agony as it struck previously-whipped flesh and my labial lips throbbed with heat and pain. I welcomed the strokes that missed slightly, stinging the inside of my thighs or curling up and striking my buttocks for they allowed me some tiny release from the rawness of having my pussy lashed. Still, despite the pain, I could feel my clitoris bulging, ready to explode, and slippery fluid trickled out of my swollen folds and stained the inside of my thighs then shamed me as he halted the strap and slid his hand over my mound, remarking sneeringly on the soaking wetness that he found. I pushed my throbbing clitoris towards his hand, only thinking of my need to come but he refused to give me any pleasure and just laughed at my wantonness instead.

"What a fine abbess you must have made, Eleanor. So keen to have your wants assuaged by a man that you will offer me up your pussy. Would you like my cock to slide up into your wet slit?"

"No, no!" I gasped out, denying my innermost thoughts and he smiled slightly, blue eyes boring into my tear-stained orbs for a moment or two before he stepped away and left me.

It was only a few seconds before he was back, his fingers dangling two leather cords and I wondered what they were for as he raised his hands up and freed me from the cuffs that held me to the chain. I sighed with relief as my arms were no longer stretched taut above me though they felt boneless as he pulled them down and dextrously tied them to my ankles instead thus bending me over so that I could only stare down at the floor whilst my long dark hair veiled my face.

"As you don't wish to have my cock in your pussy, abbess, then I think that I will have to find somewhere else to put it," de Courcy murmured, making me tremble as his fingers traced their way down my spine and onto my welted buttocks. My mind went blank for a few moments then realisation dawned as his fingers slid down my anal crack and then stroked my own juices up my perineum and over the whorled circle of my anus.

"No, not there. It's forbidden!" I screamed out in horror as his finger insistently pressed against the tight entrance. Bent over as I was, I could do nothing to protect myself from his depredations as the tip of his finger slowly but inexorably wormed its way through the ring of muscle and into my bottom hole.

"Forbidden by whom? The Pope? Why would that matter to me?" he queried mockingly as he worked his finger in and out and made me gasp at the strangeness of the feeling. My cries redoubled as he slid another finger into my bottom, stretching me wider whilst the rest of his hand cupped my soaking slit. I tried to resist the temptation to push down onto his hand but I could not; shaming myself with my need to come as I felt the pressure of his flesh on my softness. I edged ever closer and felt the delightful tendrils of ecstasy start to slither up through my body but then he moved his hand away again and I was left gasping for my orgasm and wriggling on the two fingers that continued to slide in and out of my anus.

There was a brief moment of respite when the fingers slid out of my bottom hole and I breathed out, hoping that my ordeal had finished and that the sheriff had just been teasing me. I suddenly remembered the older nun, Sister Martha, who had delighted in having me kiss and lick her crinkled furrow as I knelt behind her. She had even made me stick my tongue up inside, threatening me with a whipping if I refused and I had acceded to her demand, tasting her innards as she had rubbed her clit until she had come, showering me with spurts of her essence. Then all thoughts of her were obliterated instantly as the sheriff stepped closer to me and I felt something huge and hard push threateningly against my vulnerable anal ring. I babbled and pleaded but de Courcy just chuckled grimly as he stretched my arse cheeks wide apart and centred his thick knob against my tiny opening. My breathing quickened and my eyes leaked tears of shame and fear as he slowly increased the pressure on my tightness, making the anal entrance stretch wider and wider until, just as I thought that I would be split asunder, his cock slithered in and my spongy innards closed around it almost greedily.

I gasped out my shock as his bulbous knob throbbed within me while his hands held my hips tightly. The shame of it overwhelmed me and I sobbed piteously, tears flowing down my cheeks and dripping down onto the floorboards and making them glisten. I felt so full and then he made it even worse as he pushed again and more of his thick shaft entered my body, slithering up into my heated darkness as his thighs banged against my buttocks. It was all I could do not to topple forward as he started to move gently in and out of my anus but with my feet firmly trapped, I was stuck, bent over like a schoolboy about to be caned. Pain rippled through my bottom and vibrated down into my clitoris then up into my mind as he slid in and out, gradually getting faster as my anal tube seemed to stretch to accommodate the girth of his prick. To my amazement, pleasure started to seep through my senses along with the pain as his thickness parted my muscular ring and pushed ever deeper into my bottom hole. I grunted and groaned as I was filled with his throbbing length then sighed with shame and disappointment as it pulled out until just the massive knob stretched my entrance wide before he plunged back in and made me moan once more. My quim leaked moisture and I could feel it staining the inside of my thighs as my clitoris pulsed in time with the rock-hard cock in my anus. My world shrank down to that single fact as he slithered in and out, hands gripping my hips tightly as his thighs banged hard against my buttocks with every stroke.

I surrendered completely to pleasure when one of his hands slid round between my thighs and cupped the soft squelchiness of my slit. He pressed it up against my wetness as he shafted my anal tube hard and I could not stop the pressure edging me ever closer to my peak. I tried to fight off the insistent rush but there was nothing that I could do and I gasped out my excitement and shame into the uncaring air as my body spasmed suddenly into lust. I pushed my arse back into his cock and he rammed it in even further, stretching me wider but I did not care about the pain as sweet rivers of sensual delight flowed through me and exploded in my brain. Again and again, I shuddered in the throes of pleasure and then I was tipped back over the edge as his cock abruptly fountained hot jets of spunk deep into my bowels. Guttural groans breathed hot air on my neck as he thrust in hard and deep and I felt a flood of sticky semen invade my arsehole with each lunge until finally his dwindling cock slipped out and I was left bent over and humiliated utterly as trickles of sperm leaked from my gaping anus and dribbles of love juice trailed down my thighs and reached the back of my knees.

I collapsed when he untied me. My thighs shook uncontrollably after being in the same position for so long and they felt as weak as a new-born foal's skinny legs. The hard floor rose up to meet me and I huddled into a ball for a few moments before his hand grasped my hair and dragged me to my knees.

"Time for you to clean up the mess you have made now, abbess!" he stated gruffly and I recoiled as he pushed his dangling limpness against my face. I could smell his maleness mingled with my own innermost essence on the slimy worm of his cock and my face must have shown my distaste because he laughed out loud.

"Suck all that slippery spunk off, abbess, and your own juices or I will take my strap to your pussy again until you scream to lick me clean!"

Fear filled me and I acceded to his demands, knowing that my swollen pussy lips could not endure another beating. Steeling myself, I opened my mouth and started to lick along the slippery length of his prick, tasting our mixed fluids and smelling the mingled aromas of arse and prick. His cock stiffened slightly when I wrapped my lips around it and I sucked it hard, working my tongue into the tiny slit at the top and then around the delicate frenum until he finally pulled away and tucked himself away in his hose.