Chapter Two- Camp Followers
Amy and Bethany sat on the teeming bustle of the river Thames. In their third year at the Warren, Amy had searched for a way to maximise the value that her virginity would yield but then the acts of knights, nobles and the King had caused an uproar. With the battle at St Albans, the King had been captured and The Duke of York had retaken his position as the most powerful man in the realm. The streets were gripped with uncertainty and the people in the capital were shaken. The victorious House of York flooded the confines of London with soldiers to bring an unsteady peace, and then once the fire of potential riot or revolt smothered and disappeared. Those same soldiers were dispatched elsewhere or even worse disbanded, often without pay.
That led to brigands and banditry.
The Cunnywarren was spared some of the worst, as it was known that the church's name was attached to the house. But still the 'geese' were plucked cruelly. The two Welsh women were the first to be assaulted by four mercenary soldiers, in black garb, after claiming that the women would not perform fellatio as they wanted. Anne had a near miss from another soldier, who took a poorly Mary had to appeal for help from another pair of soldiers and pay them to act as doormen to deter any other potential problems.
Catherine was the only one, who seemed to be making any real money in this tumult and now she had made her first steps into the world of the Clergymen that would sin with her, the doors to a greater fortune had opened just a crack.
It was then that Amy decided that she would take advantage of this opportunity. Possessing a homely attraction, her slender breasts bolstered with a tight bodice and some discrete padding, she made more of an impression. With Bethany's help, she made more of her hair and would wait for the Prior's monthly visits to Catherine. Once such evening, Amy made sure to be the one to open the side door and lead the Prior to Catherine's chamber but made sure that he took a good look at her. Of course, she had gotten permission from Mary and Catherine, who was now finding her time being taken up with weekly visits to the rear doors of the Cathedral, hoping to be taken to the chamber of Bishop.
'If Amy wants to take on the Prior, then she has my blessing,' was all she said on the subject. Mary had agreed, with a sad but resigned smile, to broker the 'hitch' with the Prior. It had been three weeks before the Prior had made his first visit to the chamber, which Amy called her own now. She knew the poses she must make, the habit she would wear but being a cleverer woman than Catherine, she had a new game of pretence, for the Prior, that would perhaps spare her bunghole, from his attentions, at least for a while. She had formed this little deception, whilst watching him plunder Catherine's dirty hole every month. She had sat and scrutinized how the Prior spoke and acted. To Amy, the holy Prior was succumbing to his sinful lust and then from the marks upon his back, chastising himself and indulging in self-flagellation. To Amy, it seemed she could use this dilemma the Prior suffered under, this was the key to her insinuation into his good graces.
She had spoken to Mary, and she had arranged for Amy to be the new 'hitch'. She spoke at length about her little scheme to satisfy the priest and potentially save her bunghole from being stretched to accommodate his prick until the last moment. She outlined her scheme and Mary, at first shocked and then quite pleased with her arrangement. So Mary waited, now by the side door for the Prior's quiet tapping. She stood, scratching at the grey nun's attire that Amy had persuaded her to wear. When the Prior entered, he looked and as she bowed to him and called him 'his grace', the Prior allowed himself a small smile. Upon entering the chamber, he was greeted by the sight of both Amy and Bethany dressed in nun's wimple, and a simple grey tabard, and bare from their legs down. Their hairy cunnies formed a dark triangle to point to the untouched sex between their toned legs. As the Prior came in, both of the 'nuns' stood and revealed two short whips, in their hands. Amy looked at the Prior,
"You must abase yourself before God, your Grace!" Amy intoned, with a voice of authority, " Sister Bethany and myself will please God and remove your sin for you!" Amy pointed to the floor of the chamber, "Remove our cassock, and kneel your Grace!" The Prior stood, unsure for a moment> Amy then played her ace card, "Your Grace will be free from sin, your soul unburdened and your heavy sins lifted!"
The Prior looked at the wooden floor and then untied his rope belt, and pulled off his heavy cassock to reveal a huge erection. He stepped forward and then sank to his knees, put his hands together and bowed his head, "Oh Lord, forgive this poor soul for his transgressions, and accept this penance in your name!"
