Dissolution Of An Abbess Ch 04

Chapter Four

Locked back in with Edith, I collapsed on the bed and lay there while she cuddled into me, trying to give me some comfort. Eventually, a servant arrived with some food, a meagre repast of bread and potage along with some water. Edith prevailed upon the girl to bring us some hot water and Jecks, staring in from the corridor and sneering, nodded, adding that it was time the two of us had a wash. I had to force myself to eat despite my hunger as despair at our hopeless situation filled my heart. There seemed to be no way out unless I acceded to the sheriff's wishes and confessed to some imaginary sins. Even then, he would want to be presented with Doubting Thomas' hand and a chest of gold too! Would he release us if I complied? That I doubted as much as Thomas had doubted when Jesus had appeared to him. Why free us when he could dispose of us permanently and save the pension he had offered?

"Shall I bathe your wounds?" inquired Edith, picking up the basin of water and bringing it up onto the bed. A cloth was draped over the edge and she picked it up and dipped it into the hot water as I nodded. Even the touch of the wet cloth on my arse made me yelp but I grew accustomed to the pain then appreciated the soothing effect of the heat on my sore flesh. She tenderly trailed the wet rag down my anal crevice and I blushed, knowing that the young novice had noticed the sperm leaking from my bottom hole after I had been so cruelly used. It felt divine as she washed me there and then I spread my thighs wide and sighed with relief as she bathed my swollen pussy lips, easing slightly the throbbing that the leather strap had imparted.

Afterwards, I washed her body, delighting in touching her soft skin. I caressed her firm breasts with the cloth and then my fingers before I gave up any pretence of washing them and used my tongue instead to tease the nipples into little peaks of perfection. Minutes later, I did the same to her pussy lips, first washing them tenderly then using my fingers to stroke them before I wormed my tongue deep inside and tasted her sweetness whilst my thumb rolled over her pulsing bud until she came. Sleep followed, cuddled up together as the day drifted by until we were rudely awoken by the heavy door slamming back against the stone wall as the sheriff walked in.

"Such a pretty sight, ladies! Enough perhaps to get everyone wondering what you nuns got up to in your spare time. Was this golden-haired girl your bedwarmer, abbess?"

I stared back at him and remained silent, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of rising to his bait.

"Thought about what you are going to write in your confession yet?" he went on, thin lips breaking into a sneer while his eyes roamed avidly over our naked flesh.

"No, I have not, sheriff. I will not confess to things that I have not done!" I stated firmly although my body shivered as I wondered what he would do next.

"Women...always so difficult to deal with! The abbot of Heldenhall was no trouble at all. All I had to threaten was the removal of his cock and balls and he willingly signed on the dotted line for me. Perhaps the young lady will be more amenable?"

"The only confession Edith could make is one of love and compassion," I snapped back at him. "Anyway, the confession of a novice nun would have no weight at all."

"I'm afraid that you are probably right, Eleanor, which leaves me to elicit one from you instead. Jecks!"

The guard lumbered in from the corridor and leered at us as he scratched his crotch.

"Sir?"

"Take the pair of them back to my play room for me and watch over them until I get there!"

"Yes, sir!"

"I will see you shortly, ladies...after I have wined and dined with Sir George Boleyn."

"That she-witch's brother?"

"Queen Anne, I think you mean, my dear abbess. To name her otherwise might be construed as treason and I am sure that you know the penalty for that!"

I bit back my desire to name her a whore and a harlot for taking the king away from Queen Katherine and away from the true faith. It was surely due to her instigation that my own abbey along with hundreds of others had been dissolved and the money all stolen away. That black spider, Thomas Cromwell, had steered the idea through Parliament but it was obvious that Anne Boleyn had slipped it into Henry's mind, suggesting that it would solve all his money problems. The only thing that comforted me was that she had been queen for three years already and had produced no son yet, just an insignificant girl, Elizabeth. Perhaps her hold on power would slip if she failed to produce the boy that Henry desired so much? There had been rumours flying around that he was starting to have wandering eyes once more, especially when Anne had been pregnant again although she had lost the baby to a miscarriage recently. If she fell from power, would my abbey be given back to me? I mused on that as Jecks escorted us down the corridor and back into the room of pain.

It seemed like an eternity before the sheriff arrived yet it can only have been an hour or so. Jecks made himself comfortable in a chair after tying me over the bench where Edith had been before. He dragged Edith to sit by his side and spent the time fondling her naked body, commenting as he did so on how good her breasts felt or how soft her hair was. I stared up at the ceiling and tried to ignore his remarks although that became more difficult as Edith started to whimper as he slapped her flesh hard. He grew bored with that eventually though and pulled her across to where I was tied down and made her straddle me though with her thighs over my face. Then he played with her pussy, piggy eyes staring down into mine as his thick fingers invaded her slit, teasing and tantalising her soft folds for a while before he stopped and spanked her bare buttocks, pushing her softness down into my face. To my shame, I could not resist slithering out my tongue and licking along the moist tastiness of her pussy lips. Jecks chuckled at the sight but I ignored him and teased Edith's pink folds, pleasuring her as a counterpoint to the pain that his sharp spanks caused.

Her wetness flowed down into my mouth and I drank it down greedily, savouring the sweetness until the guard abruptly stopped what he was doing and pulled her upright, squashing my face under her buttocks.

"You can get that tongue working in her tight little arsehole, abbess!" he snapped as he pushed her thighs wide apart.

"No!" exclaimed Edith in shock and he laughed then informed us both that if I didn't then he was going to whip her breasts raw. I swallowed hard then capitulated, knowing that I would rather humiliate myself than cause the girl any unnecessary pain. Writing a confession or telling the sheriff where the relic was would also prevent her suffering but that was different as I suspected that as soon as I did so then we would be killed. Maybe Edith would be sent to the sheriff's brothel to be used until she wished that she was dead but I was nearly certain that I would be eliminated just in case. Having me still alive to testify against him if anything went wrong was definitely not going to be in de Courcy's plan!

A coarse laugh alerted me to the presence of the sheriff and I felt my face instantly flush as my tongue slithered in and out of Edith's tight anal tube whilst he stood there and watched me, staring down between her spread thighs with a subtle smile on his thin face.

"Keep tonguing that arse, abbess!" he stated and I obeyed, fearing that he or Jecks would take the whip to Edith's soft flesh if I stopped. His face moved away and I concentrated on sliding the tip of my tongue deep into my novice's anus, feeling her shiver with delight as I wiggled it around inside alluringly. I lost myself in the forbidden pleasure until a shadow passed over me and I looked up and gasped as the sheriff's naked thighs and buttocks squashed down over me, cock sticking out in front of him like a flagpole.

"You can get that agile little tongue working in my arse now instead, Lady Eleanor," he announced, wriggling his bottom cheeks down until I could see the whorled star above me. I tried to pull away although I could not move far as the combined weight of Edith and the sheriff along with my bonds kept me in position. His strong hands pushed Edith's thighs wider apart and that enabled his anal entrance to sink closer to my mouth. Still I refused to obey though but then Edith's body jerked and she screamed and I heard the sharp sound of the whip as it clawed her back like a cat. Instantly, I pushed my head up and poked my tongue out and licked along the tight crack of the man's bottom, laving the puckered entrance until he was satisfied.

"Excellent, abbess! Now you can stay there and watch as I enjoy your novice's tight arsehole. I wonder how it will compare to yours?" de Courcy commented as he adjusted his position until the bulbous head of his cock was pressed between Edith's spread cheeks. As he lifted himself slightly from my face, I could see his cock head pulse with desire as it slithered up Edith's perineum and threatened her wet but tiny anal star. I watched her bottom cheeks shiver as she felt the first pressure start to stretch her pinky-brown whorl slightly and then she squealed as his hands gripped her hips and he drove his thickness straight up into her bottom. Plundering her tight arse ruthlessly, the sheriff thrust in and out and I watched in awe and shock. His glistening cock shaft slithered out fully until just the swollen, purple knob remained inside and then he plunged back in to the hilt and I tried to shut my ears as she groaned and grunted in response. I could see the delicate anal ring being stretched and gradually it reddened as his thickness continued to slither in and out. I smelt the hot scent of their conjoined bodies and I watched her pussy folds shiver in time with the thrusts up into her bottom. My tongue slithered up to those wet lips and I licked along them then found the bulging bud of her clitoris and sucked on it hard, eliciting little shivers of delight in her flesh and then a torrent of sweet juices that flowed over my face and drenched me in her essence.

Above me, the sheriff's thrusts grew more frenetic and he grunted each time he lunged deep into Edith's tight anal hole. His legs shuddered and he gasped and then his cock emerged from her anus, gleaming and still spurting white spunk everywhere. The creamy come splashed down onto my face and into my mouth and I swallowed it down, secretly revelling in the salty taste as it slid down my throat. Dribbles of sperm slithered out of Edith's anal star and I licked those up too, lost in a world of depravity and lust, slithering my tongue over her flesh and his as his cock dangled down, glistening knob resting against her puffy pussy lips.

"Take the novice away and have some fun with her back in the bedroom, Jecks, while I entertain her ladyship for a little longer."

"Yes, sheriff," responded the guard and I could hear the eagerness in his voice as he dragged Edith off me and led her away to use her in whatever way he wished. I could do nothing to help although my mind was firmly fixed on my own predicament as de Courcy lent over me and grinned as he saw my sperm-stained lips.

"I see that you have had a nice drink, lady. Have you thought about signing that confession yet and telling me where the money is?"

I stayed silent.

"What about the relic then? Surely you can let me know where that is?"

"Why should I tell you, sheriff? You would only sell it!"

"True but just telling me one thing might make my mood slightly better, Eleanor. I might not feel the need to punish you quite so much!" he murmured, smirking at me annoyingly before adding, "Although maybe I just enjoy playing with the forbidden flesh of a nun!"

I glared at him and clamped my lips tightly shut and he just laughed then walked away, returning after a few moments with a long wooden stick with loops dangling from either end. For a moment, I thought he was going to beat me with it but instead he slid one of the loops up my leg then made it tight before he did the same to my other leg, pushing my thighs wide apart as he inched the stick further and further up until it reached my knees. My thigh muscles groaned in protest at the unnaturally wide position my legs were in and I blushed as I realised that my pussy was exposed totally to his interested gaze.

"So pink and delicate...as you found out yesterday when I whipped it, Eleanor. I wonder how much more pain you can take there before you crack and tell me all that I wish to know?"

I had no idea myself so I just stared back at him, trying not to show the fear that was cascading through my veins. I gritted my teeth as his fingers explored the soft flesh, slithering between the still puffy folds and finding the swollen nub of my clit. I fought against the touch of his fingers, trying to deny the arousal that flowed through my body as he gently teased the bud out from under its protective hood of flesh then rolled it under the pad of his thumb.

"To think that all this sweetness has been wasting away for so many years...unless you have been sharing it with your novices and nuns? You did seem quite keen when your tongue was deep in Edith's arse, didn't you?"

He chuckled at my silence, reading the outrage and despair in my eyes as his hand slid up my body, through the unruly curls of my bush and onto my erect nipples.

"And these too; standing to attention like a pair of soldiers on guard duty!" the sheriff commented, stroking the stiff peaks with his fingers before he started to pinch one. I gasped as sweet pain shot into my body and then squealed as he kept applying more and more pressure with his fingernails until I forced my body up off the bench against the restrictive tightness of the ropes that held me.

"Remember, my dear lady, you can avoid all this if you just tell me what I want!"

His fingers gripped my other nipple and then he started to squeeze that too and again I yelped as the fresh pain tore into my flesh and up into my mind in an instant. I felt as if my nipple was being sliced off my body as his nails dug into the rubbery bud and my breath rushed out of my mouth and I tried to heave in fresh oxygen as he released the tortured flesh.

"Perhaps you are thinking that you can gain sainthood, my lady, from holding out for your faith? I don't wish to depress you but nobody is going to be told about your courage. Your friend, the Pope, isn't going to find any witnesses to beatify you. I could slice these pretty little nipples off and feed them to the dogs, do the same with your lips...both those up here and these down here," he murmured, touching my mouth then my pussy. "Remove your ears and scoop out your eyes and leave you on a street corner to beg for alms and still the Pope would learn nothing. You are completely in my power and will remain so until you decide to tell me what I wish to know!"

Horror filled my mind as I envisaged suffering what he was suggesting. Surely, that would drive me insane and I would be reduced to a babbling, blind crone, bereft of everything that made me human. Yet if I surrendered, I knew that he would probably still do all the same things and then murder me so that his secret was safe. All I could do was to endure for as long as possible and pray that someone would come to my rescue. Perhaps one of the other nuns would manage to get word to one of my friends at court? Unless they were all too busy flat on their backs entertaining customers in the sheriff's brothel? Despair gripped me then like a vice as I realised that it was no good depending on others to come to my aid like the proverbial knight in shining armour. Somehow, I would have to get both myself and Edith out of the sheriff's clutches before it was too late!

As for now though, I had to make sure that I survived whatever new evil the sheriff had planned for me, I thought to myself as he brought up one of the wooden chairs and sat down comfortably by my side.

"I suppose that you think that I am going straight down to hell when I die?" he commented as he resumed stroking my naked flesh idly with one hand. I stayed silent, not wishing to state the obvious and he laughed once again as he read my thoughts in my eyes. "Naturally you do, my dear abbess, though, just for your information, I don't believe either in heaven or hell! That shocks you, doesn't it?"

Not really, I thought to myself as I stared up into his bright blue eyes which were twinkling with amusement and devilry. My own faith had ebbed away like the tide over the years and my present predicament certainly wasn't doing anything to restore it. Where was God when you needed Him? Absent without leave so it appeared that I was going to have to find a way out of the situation or die in the attempt. A faint inkling of a plan did stir somewhere deep down in the back of my mind but it drifted away as the sheriff spoke to me once more.

"The fires of hell await me according to you so I think that I will give you a little foretaste just in case I meet you there!" the sheriff added and I went rigid with fear as his other hand came into view holding a thick candle set into a brass holder. My breathing quickened dramatically as he slowly moved the holder closer and closer to my breasts until it hovered just above while his mouth grinned with amusement at my terror. He tilted the candle holder slightly and I watched in horrified fascination as the wax started to move, slithering ever closer to falling. He moved his hand further and the first droplet of liquid fire kissed my breast and I screamed at the shocking sharpness of the pain that shot into my senses in a flash. I bucked upwards, trying to tear myself free from the ropes that bound me but it was to no avail as they held me securely. A grim chuckle at my distress came from the sheriff and he tilted the candle again and a stream of wax poured out and splashed down onto my skin, coating my softness with heat and pain. The next drops struck the rubbery bud of my nipple and my squeals reached a new higher pitch of intensity as did the pain. My flesh throbbed with agony as he splashed more fiery fluid down onto my body, raining it down like hellfire as I squirmed and screamed helplessly.

A brief hiatus came after a minute or so as he leaned over and studied my white-stained flesh before he asked, "Are you ready to talk to me yet?"

I glared at him, putting all the feeling that I could into my expression but it just amused him and he laughed as he switched positions, getting out of his chair and moving round to sit on the bench between my spread thighs. Was he going to take me, ripping through my thin hymen? The thought sent shivers running through my body but then I was back to screaming once more as he began to dribble hot spheres of wax down into my dark curls, gradually nearing the softness of my pussy lips. His cock pressed wetly against my thigh, stiffening slowly and lengthening until its thick knob teased the tight entrance to my quim. I felt it part my wet folds as the first drop of wax fell through the air and landed on my pussy and I nearly tore the lining of my throat out as the fresh rawness of the pain seethed through my body. I found myself hyperventilating as I waited for the next flood of wax and I screwed up my eyes tightly then opened them in agony as more fiery kisses rained down on my delicate flesh. His cock pushed deeper into me, aroused by my pain and more wax fell, caressing the top of my pussy with agony just as he pushed forward further and took my virginity away. The piercing pain made me scream even louder and then I was lost in agony and arousal as he surged in and out of my wetness, wax dribbling down over my body, splashing haphazardly from the candle onto my stomach and breasts then my thighs. I could feel my traitorous body respond to the surging thrusts of his thick shaft even as my maiden blood trickled out of my pussy and glistened on his cock. He blew the candle out and leant forward, gripping my hips and pulling my body into his length, shafting me harder and faster, eyes screwed up almost in pain as my tight innards squeezed and pulsed around his prick. The soft squelchy sound of our bodies meeting in the age-old dance of lust filled the room and then I was lost in a world of red mist as I came, gasping out my pleasure as a great flood of semen shot out of his cock and bathed my quim. Shamed at my arousal, I still could not deny it as it exploded in my brain and made me cry out whilst my body juddered against his as he thrust in and out dementedly, expelling all of his hot spunk deep into my tight tube.