Brianna sobbed into the dewy green grass. She hated her mother, her father and her powerful Uncle Angus. They all plotted to ruin her life and not care at all for her feelings. Damn them! She hated them all. She rubbed her eyes and a thought came to her suddenly. She would visit old Father John in the small chapel that lay upon her family’s lands. He would know what to do.
Brianna brushed off her the grass from her skirt and raced along to the old chapel. Brianna smiled as she saw Father John sweeping the stone steps of the small chapel. He was in his mid 50s she surmised with a balding head, a protruding belly and no more than 2 to 3 inches taller than herself.
“Father John!” Brianna’s voice rang out.
“My child. What brings you to us on this pleasant day?”
“I must talk with ye,” she told the older man earnestly.
“Of course, my child.” Father John led her into the cool stone chapel. He watched her settle down in front of him.
Brianna Mc Hugh was a beauty. The youngest daughter of the overlord of the keep of Maidenhead town, she was lovely in the extreme. At 5 feet 3 inches tall, she was slender and slim with her breasts barely showing at all. Since she was but 18 years old, she had not matured with any hips and buttocks, which most men admired. What was most promising and breathtaking was the famous Mc Hugh hair and eyes. All the Mc Hugh women were instantly recognized by their fire bright hair and sky-blue eyes which her sisters and mother had inherited as well.
Father John straightened his monk’s habit as she settled herself. He himself preferred her slim almost boyish frame. He enjoyed being the leading religious figure in the small town of Maidenhead. It kept him close to the families of the town and in particular the young boys and girls of the town. He enjoyed seeing the young boys squirm as he plunged inside their tight asses for the first time and nothing made his cock harder than the sight of a young girl’s virgin blood on it.
Usually it was the dairymaids, blacksmith’s sons, and other lower classes that we the recipient of his attentions. But every once in awhile, an upper class girl would come his way and he would willingly abuse his position to have the sweet taste of the young thing.
“Tell Father John all, my child. I am here to help ye.” He told her soothingly as she pushed back her cloak to settle into her tale.
“Aye, Father.” Her small little titties puckered forth from the cold air in the stone chapel. His cock seemed to bounce forth and he guided his hands over its thickness to hide the movement.
“It is just simply this, Father. My mother and father mean me to marry Herbert Fiztsimmons!” Brianna’s small red mouth stayed open as she said the last word.
Father John almost smiled at her. Herbert Fitzsimmons would enjoy the little redhead indeed. A lusty man it was said he had killed his last wife with his attentions in the marital bed.
“And my child? What is the problem?” He patted her hand lovingly.
“Father John! I am only eighteen years old and Herbert will be 46 years old at Michaelmas!!! He has a son one year older than me!” Brianna wailed to the penitent man.
“My child, your parents have determined ye will marry Herbert. Ye must marry.”
Brianna shook her curls fiercely. “I won’t.” The normally quiet and obedient girl became defiant.
Father John’s eyes narrowed and her grabbed her slim arm in his hand. “Come with me, girl.” He led her deeper into the chapel and down a long corridor. Her cloak flapped behind her as he pulled her into a darkly lit room.
Father John pushed her into the room and locked the door behind him.
“You must be made to see reason, my girl.” He advanced upon the young girl slowly.
Brianna looked down at her feet. “I don’t mean to be ungrateful, Father John. But I don’t love Herbert.”
“Bah!” Cried Father John. “Love! A silly romantic word made to pass the time and make dreary life seem more idyllic.”
Father John’s room was sparsely filled with a small bed with a mattress filled with straw, a roughly hewn table with two chairs and a smaller table with a basin and pitcher.
Father John sat upon the bed and gestured to Brianna.
“Come here my child.”
Brianna came to stand before him.
“Kneel before me child.”
“Must I?”
