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.