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Virgins For The Cardinal ....(68k)    by Unknown

FOREWORD

"But, sir, I am a virgin!" the girl cried out in terror.

She was backed against the wall and the cardinal was on top of her as he laughed and said, "That happens to be the way that I like them!"

At the next moment her rounded pink backside was exposed and the man had tossed her over his knee so that he could smack at the supple and ample flesh of her bottom.

His hand hit the fleshy cheeks and then I could hear the echo of that slap as it reverberated across the room and was quickly followed by the girl's scream of pain.

From my hiding place where I was watching all of this, I could see that the man was working his large hand between the girl's legs and that he was pressing down against the delicate lips of her pussy.

After he had pushed his fingers into the slit, he pulled them away and then stuffed them in his mouth as he laughed and said, "You're getting hot, you little vixen!"

He rolled her off his lap and then he slammed his body down on top of hers.

CHAPTER ONE

One day I had a large family and the very next day I was an orphan.

It did not actually happen that quickly. But it seemed that it happened like that. I can still remember the bright joy with which my family faced the spring.

I was the middle child and there were three older and three younger than I. My parents were of strong peasant stock and as the sun shone to mark the start of the planting season the only thought that was in my foolish head was which boy I should imagine to come courting.

You see, since I was already fourteen, it was time for me to start thinking of a family of my own. I certainly would not have wanted to be wed at the tender age of fourteen, but then again I would not have wanted to be an old maid of seventeen.

After all of the thought that I had given to it, and when I looked at the wonderful marriages of my older brother and one of my older sisters, I knew that my time would come for marriage right after my sister Eveline, who was already sixteen.

But that spring did not bring crops. That spring brought us the black plague.

I watched my family dying, one by one, as the heat of the summer festered all around us.

There was a black cross painted on our house and none approached. Every morning I prayed and waited for my time to come as I cared for my ailing mother and father and then for my sisters and brothers.

It was when my older brother came to the house bearing the corpse of his wife that I knew we were nearing the end. I was certain that it was the end of the world.

Soon it was only my brother and myself.

And then, when he came down with the dreaded disease, I wept every night. I knew that the end was near, and the reason that I was weeping was that I imagined that I would die alone.

At least I had been there to wipe the sweating brows of all the rest of my family. But it seemed the most cruel fate of all that I would have watched all of them dying and then would have been left alone to rot by myself.

I had buried all of them out behind the house. I was not going to let my family burn on the public pyres that had been erected for the purpose of disposing of the diseased corpses. That would not be the fate to which they would be relegated.

Then, when I had finished burying my brother, and was alone in the house, I dug the final grave for myself. I made it very close to the gravesite of my father and my mother, because I wanted to be near to their sainted souls.

I waited. I was fully prepared to lie down in the grave when I knew that the time had come. I knew that it would be preferable to maintain that degree of dignity.

But, as I sat by the window of our little house, I saw the first snow of winter. And that, miraculously, as if it were cleansing the world, tolled the end of the plague.

I have been told since that more than one-third of the population of Europe was killed by the disease. It seemed to me that it was even more than that.

The true miracle was that I was saved while all around there was such desolation.

But, by the time that the snow was covering the ground, I realized that there was little time for me to be considering the miraculous ways in which the lord worked.

There I was, a girl of fourteen, and I was alone in the world. I had no food and I had no firewood. In the autumn months, with the desolation of our crops, I was at least able to exist with the roots and the mushrooms I foraged.

But, there was no choice for me except to go to the nearest town and to beg. By the time that I got to the town, I saw that that was hardly an option.

The survivors of the plague were all in the town and they were all begging. There was no one to give anything to any of the people.

I was leaning against one of the walls of the large convent that stood outside of the town, and I was prepared to give everything up as lost, when I heard two of the monks walking into the building and laughing in low whispers.

One was saying to the other, "Isn't that astounding. Through all of the plague the woman was the picture of health. Then the first snows fall and she dies of a cough!"

The other monk said, "You'd better not let the cardinal hear you laughing about it. He is damned angry being without a cook. I heard that one of the brothers tried to cook for him yesterday, but you know how fussy the old man is!"

After that the two men disappeared into the convent. I looked at the great and imposing wooden doors. They towered over my head and they had brass fittings all over them.

I had very little experience with city life and I didn't know the proper thing to do, but I just felt that a peasant girl like me should not knock on such a great door.

So I simply turned and began to walk along the wall of the great convent. It went on for many acres and then turned a corner.

It was around to the side of the building that I found a small and modest door, no bigger than the door of our farmhouse, although it was set into such an imposing wall.

There was a bell and I pulled on it. I could hear it jingling on the other side of the door and then after a pause I could hear another jingling of another bell.

Later I learned that there was one bell attached to another and then to another, so that when one bell rang it would set off a series of rings.

I stood there for a long time and was about to ring the bell again when a man called out from a window that was directly above me.

"What do you want here?" he asked in a nasty voice.

When I looked up I saw that it was a monk in the same brown robes that the other two monks had been wearing. I stammered a little bit, for I was very scared of the man and the place.

Then he shouted, "We don't need any beggars around here! Get away!"

That gave me shivers up my spine. I was angry at the man for the way that he would have treated me if I had been a beggar. After all, the church is the last place that anyone could go and I felt that I had a right to go there.

I called up to him saying, "I am an honest girl. I have no need to beg."

"State your business!" he called back, his tone just as unpleasant as it had been.

"I look for work. I hear that the cardinal is in need of a cook!" I shouted.

The man paused and he said, "Wait right there." Then his head disappeared from the window that he had been calling out of. i was left standing, there for over fifteen minutes. Since the man had been so brutal to me I didn't wish to ring the bell again. I was concerned that I would anger him.

But, at the same time I couldn't leave. This prospect had fallen into my lap quite by accident and I didn't want to take a chance of losing it.

If this job didn't work out, there would be no choice for me except starvation.

Finally the wooden door opened in front of me and the monk who had been calling from the window stood there looking at me. There was a long moment of silence during which I did not dare to speak to the man.

Then he turned and said, "Follow me, girl. I'll see if you're suitable."

I saw that I was walking in a long alley between two walls of brick. Then we turned to the side and went into a room that was dark and low. There was a flickering candle on the table and I could see that there were two other monks sitting there.

The monk who had led me in asked me my name and in a soft voice I answered, "Martina Hohauser, your worships." I just looked down at the floor, too frightened to look at them.

"Martina," the man said. "Where are your parents?"

"They are dead of the plague, your worship," I said, looking into the candlelight.

"And have you no husband?" the other monk asked me.

I shook my head and said, "I will only be fifteen in the spring and the time that I might have spent being courted by boys I was spending tending to the illness around me."

"What relatives do you have?" the third monk asked me.

I went on to tell them the story of how my entire family had died from the plague and the way that I was spared through some miracle.

A moment later all three of the monks were talking to each other. Then the one who had first led me into the convent stood up and called to me to follow him.

He was walking at a very quick pace as we went through the thin winding streets that were behind the convent walls. I looked around me and it was like an entire little village that was hidden from the outside world.

Then we came to what was obviously the center of the convent. The thin streets came to an end and there was a fabulous courtyard that stood before me.

On the ground there were mosaics in all sorts of precious stones of beautiful colors. I scarcely dared to walk on such beautiful things, but the monk who walked ahead of me was going so quickly that I had little choice but to follow him.

In the center of the courtyard there was a high building that was glistening in the sunlight. It looked like it was made of white stone and there were beautiful sculptures in every cornice of it. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Just as there had been a side entrance to the convent itself, there was a small side entrance to that building and that was where the monk led me.

Once we were inside of the building, we were climbing up more stairs than I had ever imagined there could be. I was almost out of breath when I reached the end of the climb.

Then I was standing outside of a magnificent white door. I was shivering with fear, but I was trying very hard not to show my fear to the man beside me.

He said, "You stay right here and don't you dare move anywhere."

Then he disappeared into the door. A moment later he came back into the hallway and took me by the hand, pulling me into the room along with him.

I almost fell to my knees when I entered the fabulous room. As I looked around I could tell that the beautiful door had only been the side entrance to the room.

There were double doors on the other side of the room that looked like they had been made of marble. But that was not the most impressive thing.

As I turned I saw a throne. I had often heard of the throne of the pope in Rome, but I cannot imagine that it can be more beautiful than the one that our cardinal has.

The entire wall was covered with gold that had been molded into thunderbolts and set into black marble. The sides of the throne were made of gold inlaid white marble.

And the man who was sitting on the velvet seat was the most impressive thing about the entire scene before me. I could tell that he was tall even without his crown.

His face looked like it had been sculpted by the same man who had made the fearsome thunderbolts on the wall. When I looked at the cardinal, I fell to the floor.

No one had told me what to do. I didn't know whether I should go to him and kiss his ring and no one had ever taught me how to properly show my respect to a cardinal.

When I was down with my face at the marble floor, I heard laughter. I looked up slowly and saw that the cardinal was laughing at me.

Then he turned to the monk and said, "Why do you bring me this foolish peasant girl?"

The monk was bowing and excusing himself. He was moving sideways and coming closer to me. Then he grabbed me by the arm and began to pull me.

But I couldn't let him take me out of the room. This was my one chance for survival. I cried out, "Your grace, I can cook. I would be very good. I can do anything for you."

"Let her be," the cardinal called out from his throne.

I took a step forward, bending my head slightly because I didn't dare to look up at the golden thunderbolts that were over his head.

"Your grace," I said. "I heard that you needed a cook and I am very...."

"Do not take another step forward!" he shouted to me, raising his hand up.

I stepped back and mumbled some apology to the man. Then he said, "How often do you bathe?"

When he asked that question I feel certain that I wrinkled my brow. Then I said, "I bathe often. I mean, in the summer I do. There was a brook that ran very close to our house. My father would yell at me for wasting time, but I would always be in there, every chance that I got." Then my voice petered out. I felt foolish telling such an important man such foolish things.

"And how was your health through these summer months?" he asked.

His voice was quite ominous in asking that question. But, in that particular year it was a very ominous question for him to be asking me.

I told him about the illnesses in my family and the way that I had been spared.

When I was almost finished telling him the story, the monk who had brought me in said, "We thought that she might have been blessed and that that was the reason she was spared!"

"Nonsense!" the cardinal said with a wave of his hand. "She was spared because she had good health habits. She bathed and did not wallow in filth like most of the other peasants around this god-forsaken land!"

There was an unpleasant crackle in his voice as he spoke and it reminded me of a grinding machine that was grating something into small pieces as it moved.

His eyes seemed to be traveling over my body. Then he said, "I want to see you without any clothes on, girl!"

I was shocked by the request! Even when I had gone into the brook I had always kept a chemise on for fear that one of my brothers would come by.

No man had ever seen my naked body and I was always very careful about letting any of my sisters see it either. I couldn't imagine following the request.

"You heard the command of the cardinal!" the monk snapped at me.

I looked down at the shining black marble of the floor. I could see my reflection and I could almost see up under my skirt in the glistening floor.

The cardinal sat back and said, "This is most tiresome! I must see your body to see if it has any disease on it or to see if it has any marks on it! I cannot afford to have a sick or a deformed woman tending to my food!"

I slowly reached for the top button of my blouse and pulled it open, but I was so frightened that I was moving very slowly and my hand was shaking terribly.

The monk snapped, "You do want this job, do you not?"

That was when I nodded my head and pulled my blouse open completely. I had sometimes looked at my naked body in the glass when I was home alone and I knew that I had lovely features for a girl of my age.

My breasts were not the largest in the valley, even for a girl of my age, but they were certainly of a respectable size and they were beautifully formed.

The white flesh was pulled over my well-curved body and was fitted tautly to my form.

When I pulled down my skirt I stood in my chemise with my fleshy thighs showing. I have to admit that I was already quite embarrassed. I always felt, even with the near starvation of the plague that we had just been through, that my thighs were too fleshy.

But that was the way that I was built and I can still remember my dear mother telling me that there were many men who preferred to have their girls that way.

As I pulled open the strings that held my chemise closed, I was revealing my bosom to the men in the large room. Slowly they could see my breasts and then the pink nipples that were pointing out directly toward them.

Dropping the chemise to the floor I revealed my delicate and virgin pussy lips. There were just a few wispy blonde hairs that fringed the lips and I tried to run my fingers through them as I slipped the chemise down my legs.

I was frightened that I wouldn't look right or that the cardinal would find some fault with me. But as he sat back in his chair, he said, "Turn around, my dear!"

Slowly, I turned around and I could feel his dark eyes boring through my body.

Then, when I was facing him again, shivering with fear, he seemed to be smiling a little bit as he said, "You can understand why I can't let just any peasant approach me. I trust that the dreaded disease has gone away from this land, but we cannot be sure.

"I am certainly not in a position where I can afford to take a chance on contracting such a disease! I asked you to strip naked so that I could see that your body was free from defect. I am satisfied that you have a perfectly virgin body."

"May I dress now, your grace?" I asked softly, looking down and blushing.

"I said that I trusted you had a perfectly virgin body. I trust that that is the truth!" the man said, booming with passion and anger.

"Y-your grace, yes!" I said, looking up at him. "Of course!"

By that time, I was trying to hide my tender slit and the few hairs that fringed the lips.

"Then why are you so anxious to hide your nakedness? Why are you trying to hide your slit from me at this very moment?" he shouted at me, pointing to my pussy.

Shaking my head, I said, "I-I d-don't know what to do."

"Come here!" he commanded as he stood up from his throne.

He really was as tall as I thought he was. As I came toward him, I turned to the unfriendly monk who had led me into the chambers.

That monk was no help to me. I was in the situation all alone as I faced the cardinal.

"Sit on my throne!" he commanded in a terrifying voice.

I was frightened of the magnificence of the throne and I didn't dare to sit there. But he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down into the seat.

The feeling of velvet against the soft cheeks of my naked bottom was strange to me, but at the same time it was wonderful and exciting.

When I was seated on the throne, the cardinal grabbed my thighs and pulled'them both apart. His powerful hands were pressing against the delicate flesh that was on the inside of my thighs as he spread me as wide as a wishbone.

I had no idea what he was going to do, but he pressed his face against my slit and I could feel his soft lips rubbing up and down against the wrinkled flesh of my pussy lips.

This was all very frightening to me, but then I felt his tongue thrusting out of his mouth and pressing against my delicate pussy lips.

He worked his tongue up one side of my pussy and then he worked his tongue down the other side of my pussy. I could feel the moist contact that he was making with my flesh.

His nose was actually pressing against the wispy hairs that were right around the lips.

Then I felt his mouth actually attacking me. His lips and teeth were pulling at the cunt lips and were spreading them wide apart.

Once he had done that, he pushed his tongue inside of my body and then pressed it as deep as it could go. As soon as his tongue was in place, my pussy lips snapped shut around the invading tongue that was locked into my body.

He was then struggling to move the tongue around inside of me. Apparently my pussy was so tight that he could not move his tongue at all.

The cardinal was simply flexing and relaxing his moist mouth muscle and it was pressing against the delicate flesh that was inside of my body.

As he continued to do that, I felt a strange change in my body. I could feel the moist flesh around my pussy as it quivered and shuddered with delight.

There was movement in my pussy and it was followed by a hot flow of liquid that seemed to be seeping out of my spongy flesh. I raised my hips from the velvet of the throne and tensed my body so that my soft thighs were pressing around the man's face.

With the movement of my pussy it was obvious that it was becoming easier for the man to move his tongue back and forth in my slit.

I could feel the tongue describing little circles inside of the tight cunt flesh. As his tongue moved around and around my slit, I could feel it pressing down on all different sides of my pussy and exciting the flesh all around it.

Soon there was a constant movement inside my body that was even wilder than the movement of the man's tongue against the pussy flesh.

Then, with the increased moisture that was deep inside of me, he began to thrust his tongue in and out of my slit in a strange motion that was exciting me in a wonderful way.

Each time that his tongue pushed into me it felt like he was pushing apart the moist flesh that was imbedded deep up inside of the tunnel.

Then when he pulled back out of me I could feel the flesh clasping together once again.

It was an insane movement and it was very exciting to me. I know that I was turning my head to one side and then to another as I felt the chills rushing up through my body.

Suddenly, something happened inside of my slit. The pussy flesh seemed to collapse down around the invading tongue and to hold the tongue firmly in place inside of me.

I was terrified. I thought that the cardinal was going to blame me for having done that to him. But my pussy was acting completely out of control and there was nothing that I could do to stop the spasms that were clutching onto his tongue.

By the time that he had finally pulled his tongue free of my slit, I was completely out of breath.

Looking down at the cardinal's face, I was shocked to see that there was pearly thick liquid that was drooling from his lips, just as if he were a mad dog.

I had no idea how he was going to react to me. Then I saw that he was looking at me with passionate glances as he said, "Yes! You really are a virgin!"

When he said that I tightened up my legs and pressed my hand between them as if I were trying to guard my virginity. But he stood up and snapped, "Out of my chair. I am not going to take your virginity now! There will come a time when something might amuse me with it!"

I moved away from his throne and got up the nerve to whisper, "Then, can I be your cook?"

"The brother will show you your duties and I assure you that your duties will be many, although you will only be expected to serve me and no one else in this convent!"

"Thank you, your grace," I said, bowing backwards and grabbing up my clothes as I moved out of the glorious room, trying to follow the monk who had led me in there.

I had found my salvation, I thought, silly girl that I was.

But soon I was to see things that would make me feel as if I had entered the Devil's kingdom.

CHAPTER TWO

I stole this book of paper from one of the monks who was looking the other way. I felt certain that no one would suspect that I took it because they all assume that I am an ignorant peasant.

In many ways they are correct. My knowledge Of the world is very small and my experience with anything outside of our valley in Southern Germany is non-existent.

There have been many times, similar to the time when I was first brought before the cardinal and embarrassed myself by falling to the floor, when I have made a fool of myself.

But, when I stop to think of the way that I have managed to survive without the aid of any parent or any family I am proud of myself and I feel that my pride is deserved.

The fact of the matter is, that although I am an ignorant peasant, my father was a man who loved books. He was of a much better family and had fallen on hard times when he married my mother, a wonderful woman who did not meet with the approval of his family.

From the time that I was an infant my father realized that I had more of an interest in books than any of the other children in our family.

I would sit on his lap for hours and look at the words that danced dizzily before me. Soon, he was forced to teach me to read and write, simply because I was insisting on it.

My brothers would laugh. None of them cared for any education and they certainly could not see the reason why a girl should have an education.

But, now that I am in the kitchen of the cardinal I am glad that I have this little journal in which I may write my thoughts. I know that I must keep it a secret.

If the cardinal even guessed at the existence of such a journal I feel certain that I would be burned at the stake as a witch.

In the short time that I have been here I have had access to a great many things and I have discovered that the sacredness of the church is not always so holy and sacred.

When I was led to the cook's quarters I found that I was right on the other side of the wall from the cardinal's main sitting room, the room with the golden thunderbolts that had impressed me so much upon my first entrance.

Apparently the cardinal considered all of his physical delights so important to him that I was right there where he could always get me. My kitchen was conveniently located for his pleasure so that I could supply him with all that he desired.

And he desired a great many things! What he never realized was that I was able to watch everything from' the vantage point of my pantry.

When I climbed up to look in the upper closets one day I saw that behind the board that was the back of the closet there appeared to be some stained glass.

The next time that I was in the cardinal's chambers, serving him a meal, I looked up toward that wall and I saw that there was a stained glass line of small windows that were high up on the wall. They were more than ten feet above the floor and probably more than twelve feet up.

When I went back to my apartment, I realized that I was stepping up four steps in order to get to the pantry. Then there was a ladder that I was using to get to the upper shelves and obviously I was on the other side of the same stained glass windows.

Over the centuries that the convent had been in existence it was clear that there had been many changes in the architecture. Many different cardinals had been in charge and had fulfilled their various whims as they moved different things around.

It occurred to me that the apartment that I occupied had not originally been part of the building at all. The stained glass windows were meant to allow sunlight into the room. But when some cardinal had chosen to add a wing onto the building, he had covered over the stained glass windows with the wall that was now the back of my closet.

Slowly I tried to pull away part of the wooden board. I didn't want to do anything that would attract attention on the other side of the wall.

I was quickly rewarded. When I pulled away part of the board I found that there was a small hole in the stained glass. It was smaller than my tiny hand bunched up in a fist and yet since it was up above the rest of the room it was large enough so that I could see the entire room spread out before me.

As I looked down I saw that two monks were walking into the room. Then I learned another amazing and wonderful fact. As they spoke I heard every word clearly.

I do not know enough of the physical sciences to understand why sound traveled up and to my ears in that way, but I knew that that was what was happening.

And so, with the combination of my secret viewing place and my ability to write, I decided that it was important to start keeping this journal of all that I experienced and all that I saw below me!

But, there were still some scenes that involved me personally. I wish that I could have been up in the safe confines of my pantry, spying on the action, rather than being a part of it.

That was not to be my fate. The cardinal had clearly determined my fate the first day that I arrived. He had merely been preparing me for the day when he would carry it out.

I was soon to discover that the cardinal had one perverse desire and that the monks worked hard to fill that desire. He needed virgins.

In all the time that I watched the scenes in the cardinal's chambers I never saw him dealing with a woman who had already been deflowered.

I had been there about four days and had not yet found the secret wall through which I could observe the cardinal's chambers. The monk came for me in the middle of the night and I was surprised. But there were no locks on my door and anyone in the cardinal's retinue had access to my apartment.

"What is it?" I asked, jumping out of bed. "Is his grace hungry?"

"He is hungry," the monk laughed. "But you needn't bring any food along!"

Pulling on my dress, I came into the cardinal's chambers and saw that there was a large table that was set out in the middle of the room just as if he were going to have a feast.

I was left standing there and then the door opened at the main entrance of the room and the cardinal was walking in in a long red velvet robe that was trimmed in ermine.

Since I had been there, I had quickly learned his ways. I knelt before him and kissed the ring that he was wearing.

When I stood up again, he tossed his robe off and was standing naked in front of me.

I stepped back, terrified, since I had never before seen a naked man. His chest was broad and was covered with dark hair. His body was large and powerful.

But the most threatening thing about the man was the broad and long lance that was sticking out in front of him and was pointing directly at my body.

I looked down and tried to look away from the waving hardness that was in front of him.

"Kiss the ruby head of it!" he said in a voice that was a low moan.

Then I felt his large hands pressing on my shoulders. I had no choice but to fall to my knees on the black marble floor. I was facing the waving red head of the monster.

"Kiss it!" he commanded in a loud voice that echoed around the room.

My lips were shut as I pressed them lightly against the head of the giant. Then I felt the moisture that had been drooling from the head of it as it dripped onto my lips and stayed there. I pulled my mouth away as quickly as I could.

But then the man pulled on my hair and tugged my face toward his body. I was struggling with him and I fell to the floor. I don't know what I was trying to do or to prove. I knew that in the end the cardinal would get whatever he wanted from my virgin body.

"I like them to be cooperative with me!" the naked cardinal said as he looked down at me.

"Yes, your grace," I said, bowing my head even though I was lying on the floor.

"I gave you pleasure with my lips and now you are going to give me pleasure!"

I was silent, but I looked at his face for some sort of reassurance. There was only a cold and icy glare in his eyes that filled me with terror.

Then he hissed, "If you do not give me sufficient pleasure, I will see that you are disposed of before morning! Do you understand what I mean?"

Shutting my eyes to hold back the tears, I whispered, "Please be gentle with me."

He was laughing a loud and unpleasant laugh as he climbed up on the table and said, "Under the table you will find some food items. I suggest you bring them up here."

I had no idea why he was talking about food at that time. But I reached under the table and took the various bowls that were there.

When I had them on the table, he reached into the different bowls and merrily wiped chocolate icing over his hairy body. Then he took some white cream and rubbed it all over his throbbing manhood, putting an extra amount on his tender testicles.

He grabbed up some strawberries, which were large and very fresh and he placed them all over the front of his body. Then he smiled as he looked at me and said, "Do I have to tell you what to do next, little Martina?"

There was a pause before I said, "Do you want me to clean all of this off of...."

"Precisely," he said in a soft and pleasant voice that was the antithesis of the cruel tone he had just been using in threatening my life.

I leaned over the table and then he said, "Don't you think you had better strip naked, Martina? You don't want to get those clothes all covered with chocolate!"

As I pulled off my dress, I realized that I didn't even feel the embarrassment that I had felt the first time that I had stripped naked in front of the man.

I was soon naked. But the fact that he was naked and the fact that the loss of my virginity was already mapped out made being naked less of a disastrous thing than it had seemed at first.

Climbing up onto the table and leaning over the man's body I pressed my lips against his chest and I slid the chocolate along with my tongue.

The chocolate was very rich and sweet. It was certainly not something that I was used to having in my diet. But I was trying to lick every bit of it off the cardinal.

My tongue slid through the thick hair that was on his chest and I could taste the saltiness of his leathery skin as it mixed with the chocolate.

Soon, before I even realized that I had accomplished so much, he had his chest completely cleaned of the chocolate.

But then he placed one strawberry over each of his nipples and he squashed them down so that the sweet liquid began to ooze across his chest.

"Eat these strawberries off my nipples!" the man said, squirming on the table.

My lips pressed down against his left nipple as I grabbed up the strawberry. As I chewed it I realized that my teeth were actually rubbing against the flesh of his nipple, but he didn't seem to mind that at all.

In fact, he seemed to be enjoying that a great deal as he squirmed around on the table and moved the muscles of his chest. Realizing that I was giving him certain thrills, I kept on flicking my tongue at the nipple, pretending that I was licking up the strawberry juice.

But then he pulled on my hair and said, "Are you putting off the inevitable?"

I looked into his eyes and I knew what he meant. I quickly ate the other strawberry off his other nipple and did not linger over it as I moved down his belly.

He had placed another strawberry in his navel. My tongue pressed into the navel to try to dig the luscious ripe fruit out of there.

As I was munching on that strawberry I know that my lips were pulling at the hairs that formed a ridge down his belly to his thick and lush patch of pubic hairs.

I moved a little further and I could taste the white cream that he had placed in his pubic patch. My tongue licked through the hair and I pulled on the hairs in an effort to get every drop of the thick and sticky stuff out of there.

Soon I was licking up along the side of the thick cock and I was licking around his balls, pushing them up with my tongue as I cleaned them off.

My tongue explored the deeply humid area that was between his legs. It was so hot there that the cream was melting and sliding down between his legs as if it were a liquid.

Pressing my anxious tongue from side to side, I enjoyed the feeling of the man's warm flesh against my wet mouth muscle. But he had other things in mind which would not be as pleasant for me. I had almost succeeded in eating every drop of sweet cream from his crotch.

Then he raised his legs up in the air and I could see that the crack of his ass was facing me. There was the little brown bung hole that was hidden among the dark hairs.

Just as my tongue had been sliding in the tight and humid area between the man's legs he slid them up so that my tongue almost pressed against his bottom hole.

But I pulled away from him just in time. The idea of having my tongue in that nasty hole was too disgusting to me.

What happened next amazed and terrified me. The cardinal took one of the strawberries and he pressed it into his bottom hole. Then he looked up at me as though he was waiting for me to do something.

"Come, little Martina! You must not keep me waiting!" he said in a sweet voice.

When I still did not move my face, he reached up and grabbed me by the back of my neck as he said, "Eat that strawberry out of my bottom hole, you little brat!"

My lips were pressing against the foul region and there was nothing that I could do.

I pressed my lips firmly against the bung hole and tried to pull it open with my teeth. But I could not really pull it open. I knew that I would have to put my tongue into it.

Working my tongue in as deep as I could go, I realized that I was only pushing the strawberry deeper into the man's ass hole and that soon it would be further in than my tongue could go.

It was only by working my tongue around the strawberry and trying to suck it out of the bottom hole that I finally managed to free it of the sticky flesh that was grasping it.

Then I swallowed it down without even chewing it. It was too awful for me to think about and it was too terrible to have in my mouth for another moment.

When I looked down at the cardinal, he was laughing. Then his dark and evil eyes looked up at me as he said, "I knew that you couldn't resist it. All little girls like sweet things, don't they, Martina?"

Without even knowing that I was weeping, there were tears sliding down my cheeks.

The man grabbed me to him and he pressed his lips against my own. He rubbed his tongue along my lips and when the pressure got too great my lips opened and permitted his tongue to enter my mouth. There he sought out my own tongue and pressed his tightly against it.

He was flicking his tongue back and forth against mine and I could feel a strange tingling that was rushing through my body, emanating from my tongue.

It was then that I realized that the man was licking at my tongue and was tasting all of the sweet things that I had just eaten as well as tasting the juices of his own bung hole that I had been forced to suck out!

Then he pulled on my-hair again and pushed me down his body as he said, "I want you to make love to my throbbing pole! Kiss it and treat it tenderly!"

I looked at the enormous thing. Growing up on a farm I knew all about bodies. There were two younger brothers and I had seen them naked, as well as having seen the sexual organs of all sorts of horses and cows and bulls and their mating processes.

But, as I looked at the cardinal's enormous manhood I was shocked that a man could be so well endowed as he was. I licked at the head of it and moved my tongue around the ridge.

"Don't play with it! Take it in your mouth!" he snarled at me.

I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and then I slid my lips forward as I tried to take the cock into my throat. But when I had only four inches Of it in my mouth, I could feel it pressing firmly against the back of my throat and I knew that I couldn't get any more into my mouth.

"I want you to suck on my beautiful rod!" the cardinal commanded.

Trying to follow his command, I began to slide my lips back and forth on the thick thing. I was pressing my lips down against it and could feel the flesh pulling under my moist pressure.

I reached down for the base of it. When I had been licking the food from his body he had been explicit about the fact that I was not to use my hands. But he had not given any rules like that now that I was sucking on his hard cock.

He didn't seem to mind that my hand was moving up and down on the base of his hard thing as my lips were moving up and down near to the head of it.

Actually I realized that my hand was extending the area of moisture all the way down to the base of the man's thick manhood. My fingers were sliding along the shaft.

Each time that my hand slid toward the head of the shaft I could feel the moisture that my lips had just left in that same area. Then when my lips would slide further down onto the thick rod, my hand would also slide backwards and would slide the moisture down the cock all the way to the very base.

I realized that I had accidentally hit upon a good plan for exciting the cock of the cardinal, as he had commanded me to do.

Then I realized that there was a strange thing that was happening. Although when I had first started to suck on his cock I could only fit four inches into my mouth and could feel the head of it slapping hard against the back of my throat, later on as I kept on sucking the huge thing, I could feel my throat relax a little bit at a time.

Soon I was sucking on six inches of the cock. Then I was taking seven inches of it into my mouth and then I was unable to even fit my hand around the base of it anymore.

Then the entire thick maleness was pushing all the way into my throat and I realized that even the impossible was possible. As I was sliding my face up and down on the prong, he was lifting and lowering his hips in a wild movement so that I would feel every inch of the hard dick when it slammed into my throat.

Each time that it slammed all the way into my throat, I could feel the head of it slapping against the back of my throat and I could feel the man's wrinkled testicles that were pushing against my chin while the thick patch of pubic hairs made my nose itch.

Then he suddenly pressed his fingers against the back of my head and he was holding me in place at his crotch. I could feel his sweaty flesh against my nose and I thought that I was going to choke from lack of air because of the closeness of his flesh.

I felt the very base of his cock swelling and pushing apart my lips. At the same time I could feel his testicles rolling along and rubbing against my chin.

As the base of his cock was pushing my lips apart, I was struggling to get away, but he was holding me firmly in place. I knew that something was about to happen. But I didn't know what.

Then the head of the thick monster slapped up against the roof of my mouth and it splashed out a thick spray of male juice that coated my mouth.

Since he was holding me down and there was no choice for me, I tried to swallow the thick juice that was filling my mouth so quickly and pouring out of my lips.

But when I swallowed I realized that my throat muscles were pressing together and that I was pressing them down against the head of his hard cock.

I was actually sucking even more of the juice out of his cock than was already there.

By the time that he slid my face off his withering cock, he was panting heavily and laughing in between the pants. He looked down at my face and laughed.

I turned away and jumped from the table so that I could grab up my clothes. Then I realized that I was still left with my virginity, the one thing that I was certain would have been taken from me in the course of that night.

Turning back toward the cardinal, I bowed low and said, "If you please, your grace, is there anything else that your grace might wish of me?"

He paused and then said, "Not tonight. I'll give you a little time to linger over it!"

I backed out of the large chamber and then I rushed into my own apartment since I was still completely naked. I knew that he wanted to let me worry about the loss of my virginity.

This is an account of what has occurred so far in my stay here. But, there is one other thing that is of particular interest to me, aside from the probable loss of my virginity in the very near future. There is one case that I have spied on from my vantage point behind the wall.

There was a beautiful girl who was brought before the cardinal. She was literally dragged into his chambers and I could see from her condition that she was not a virgin.

She was not yet great with child, but she had the wan look about her that told me that she was in her first months and her belly was already beginning to grow.

"Name the man who did this heinous deed!" the cardinal shouted from his throne.

"Punish me! Kill me!" the girl cried out as she struggled with the monks who held her.

"Perhaps we shall do that as well," he said in a low voice. "After the baby is born!"

She doubled over crying and then the cardinal said, "Perhaps she needs to see the light!"

One of the monks grabbed the girl's hands and pulled them up over her head. I could see her spread out on the floor then and it was clear to me that she was from a very good family. Her dress was of blue velvet and her neck was long and fine.

When her hands were locked in place, two of the monks held onto her legs and pulled her skirts up. It was a horrible sight to see them doing that to a woman who was in her first months of pregnancy, but some morbid curiosity forced me to watch.

Then one of the monks took a candle and brought it dangerously close to the girl's delicate patch of dark pussy hairs. I could hear her scream out and knew that he had singed the hairs that fringed her delicate slit.

"Tell us the name of the man!" the monk with the candle insisted.

I looked over at the perverse cardinal and saw that he was sitting back in his chair and enjoying the scene that was playing before him. He was actually rubbing the lump that was beginning to grow in the crotch of his pants.

Then the monk brought the candle closer to the full womb of the woman and he said, "Perhaps your child would like a little bit of warmth in there!"

The girl on the floor screamed out an unearthly scream that was filled with horror and made the flesh on the back of my neck stand out with chills.

That was when the cardinal got up and used a very soft voice to say, "That will be enough. There is only so much that we can expect from poor Juliana in her condition."

He was standing directly over the girl and there were grateful tears in her eyes as the cardinal looked down and said, "I think that you should tell us the name of the man."

"B-but, I c-can't! I mean, I love him and I couldn't do that to...."

The cardinal's voice was still soft as he said, "You know what that candle feels like. If you do not cooperate with me, I cannot stop the monk from using that candle on you!"

I felt a fury rising inside of me when I heard the cardinal saying that to the girl. Of course he could stop the monk from using the candle on her. He was the cardinal and he ran the entire convent as an absolute dictatorship.

But he was trying to get the girl to trust him and he was succeeding as I could see.

Much as the scene disgusted me, I felt that I had to watch it simply so that I could see more of the evil cardinal's ways and the manner in which he was able to pervert things.

"P-please!" the girl cried out. "They can do anything to me. But I don't want them to hurt my baby and I don't want them to hurt my lover!"

"Then you must cooperate with us!" he said in a low voice to the girl.

"W-will you promise me that you won't hurt him?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Hurt him?" the cardinal cried out. "My dear Juliana, all we want to do is to help him. Here is some man who has sold his soul to the devil and we wish to buy it back."

"Help him?" she asked, still in her bound and exposed position.

"We do not wish to cause pain to people!" the cardinal said. "We are not like the savages. We wish to make people better than they are and to eliminate those urges in our society which are inferior! You can understand that."

"Inferior urges?" the girl asked. "We weren't doing anything that was...."

The cardinal raised his hand and maintained his calm tone as he said, "Just tell us the name of the man and we can begin from there."

There was a pause and then the trusting girl said, "It was Conrad Doffel!"

As soon as the girl had spoken, the cardinal turned to the monks and said, "Take this wench out of here. We shall show her what sort of treatment we have reserved for women of easy virtue!"

Juliana was being dragged out of the chambers and she was shouting, "But you told me that you only wanted to help him! You told me that...."

"This will teach you a lesson, my girl!" the cardinal said. She was already out of the room as he sat on his throne and turned to the monk who was there to say, "I do not know for the life of me what the lesson is. But she will be locked up in a cell with plenty of time to think of one!" Then he laughed at his own macabre joke.

As I write this in the journal, it haunts me. I have not left the convent since coming here to be the cook for the cardinal. I do not know what is happening in the town.

I would not dare to sneak out of here and I don't even imagine that it would be possible to do that. And yet, I heard the girl give the name of the man who had gotten her pregnant. I imagine that the man will face a horrible punishment.

If only I could get to the town I might be able to help him. But I am too frightened.

I do not know what sort of lesson the cardinal might have meant to teach the beautiful pregnant girl, but I know the one lesson that I have learned since being in his employ in the convent. I know that the only one I can trust is myself.

I shall make it my business not to trust anyone else and not to be responsible for anyone else.

I begin to believe less and less in the things my good parents tried to teach me. There does not seem to be any "goodness" in this cruel world.

CHAPTER THREE

Since my doors do not lock I have only dared to write in this journal when I am in bed. Even then I do not put on a light for fear that it will be noticed through the door.

With the light of the moon I strain my eyes and write these words, so that someone might know someday about the dreadful cardinal and the evil deeds that he has done.

For, I am convinced now that the man is truly wicked and that he only uses his power for the sake of abuse and mistreatment of others.

Just this morning as I was preparing his lunch, I heard some loud noises in the other room and I knew that there was some movement that was going on there. It sounded like a struggle and I was very curious to know what it was.

I don't know what I would have done if it were not for the secret place that I have which permits me to look in on the cardinal's chambers. I know that my curiosity would probably burst from the sounds and scuffles that I hear through the wall.

When I heard what was going on, I climbed up to my cupboard and looked through the broken glass that was behind the broken board of the back wall.

I could see that there was a very handsome young man who was being dragged into the chambers. I looked and I saw that Juliana, the pregnant girl, was tied up on one side of the room.

"Juliana!" the man cried out. "What have they done to you, Juliana?"

"Conrad!" she whimpered, looking at the man and struggling with her bonds.

The cardinal was sitting on his throne and was barking out commands to the monks as they pulled Conrad to another pole on the other side of the room and tied him up there.

"You have me now!" Conrad cried out. "Can't you free her?" .

"No! Conrad!" the girl cried out, tears streaming down her face. "I already bear the mark of my shame. It is you who must go free. Conrad, there is no one else who can look after your younger sister now that your whole family is gone!"

"Silence!" the cardinal called out in his nastiest tone. "I do not wish to hear this!"

They were both silent. As defiant as they both were, they knew that he was the one who was in charge and that he could do anything that he wanted to do with them.

He looked from one to the other and he said, "I will tell you what I want to hear and when I want to hear it!" Then he snapped, "Were you a virgin when he fucked you?"

Juliana was shocked by the brutal way in which the man had worded it. But she nodded weakly and then looked down at the floor in shame.

"How many times did he do it to you before this happened?" the cardinal snarled.

"Alas," the girl said. "We were together only one time. That was enough to bring us to this moment of ruin. But I would face a hundred ruins for the love of...."

"Silence!" screamed the cardinal as he continued to laugh loudly.

The two humiliated and bound lovers were still on opposite sides of the room and the cardinal looked from one to the other as his laughter subsided a little bit.

"I'll tell you what I want to hear!" he said in a low and unpleasant voice. "I want to hear the story of how this girl's virginity was lost! And I want it in precise detail!"

Juliana and Conrad looked at each other. They were both blushing bright crimson. I should have mentioned before that the boy was only about eighteen and the girl was sixteen.

His clothes were just as fine as hers and it was clear to me that they were both from very good families. They were both perfectly groomed and, in a day when most people looked haggard from the troubles of the times, they both looked beautiful and charming.

Even though they had both surely felt the sting of the recent plague, particularly as Juliana referred to Conrad's family having been lost recently, they both looked like the leisurely class of people who had not let worries wrinkle their brows.

The cardinal looked at the young man and said, "Are you going to tell the story?"

"I would not dishonor the lady in such a way," Conrad said, raising his head high.

Then the cardinal turned in the other direction and looked at the girl as he said, "That leaves it all up to you, my dear. Are you going to tell the story?"

She shuddered a little bit and then said, "I-I don't remember it."

Laughing again, he cut his laughter short and snapped, "Perhaps I can do something to jar the memories of both of you!" Then he clapped his hands two times.

A monk rolled in a cart that was smoking. It was obvious to me that there was some sort of fire in the cart. When he opened the top of it there was even more smoke coming out of it.

Then he pulled out an iron rod that was leaning into the flaming spot and at the end of it was a cross. It would be a flaming brand of a cross that would be imbedded in anyone's flesh if it were pressed down against the defenseless skin.

The cardinal looked from one to the other of the bound lovers and then he said, "Rip open the shirt of this defiant youth! Let us see how defiant he remains!"

Quickly, the monk pulled apart the fabric of the boy's shirt and revealed the handsome and well-defined chest that was pumping in and out as if he had just run a race.

The flaming cross was moving closer to his flesh and the boy shut his eyes. I could see that there was perspiration that was already on his body and I knew that he could feel the heat of the fiery cross as he stood bound to the post.

But, he cried out, "I would fight for the honor of that lady, even to the grave!"

"It is too bad that she did not fight for that honor half as hard!" the cardinal laughed.

Just as the searing instrument was about to make contact with his flesh, the girl screamed out, "I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you the whole story of the loss of my virginity!"

There were tears streaming down her face as she said that. She was sobbing uncontrollably and the cardinal raised a hand to indicate that the monk should not burn the image into the boy's chest. Then he turned to the girl and waited for her to control herself.

"I am waiting to hear your story, young lady," he said with a sneer.

She was still trying to catch her breath as she said, "It was one evening when we went for a walk in the park. Everything was still. People had not been out too much.

"Conrad and I had been betrothed. We would have been married in June and then everything would have been fine. Our families had agreed on everything and then. . .

"Well, you know what happened then. By the time that June came around there was so much illness in the land that it was impossible to think of a wedding.

"Conrad's family was stricken terribly and only he and his sister were left by the end. I was anxious to marry him. But, my father and mother had escaped to the country at the outbreak of the plague and they didn't want me to marry him because they were afraid of the amount of the disease that had been in his family.

"It was all very confused, but I was certain that any day I would be able to get my father to agree to letting me marry Conrad. After all, the plague was coming to an end. Everyone agreed on that. It was only then that I began to sneak out and meet him.

"The two of us would talk about what our life would have been like if there had been no plague. But, I suppose that that is something that everyone has been doing.

"In our case our talk was about what our life would have been like together and we looked forward to a future life together!"

At that point the cardinal interrupted her, shouting, "I want to hear about the sex!"

"I'm sorry," the bound girl said, her face turning crimson once again. "I know that I should tell you about the background and why we did what we did, why we felt that it was not wrong for us to do it. And I suppose that, well. . .

"It started slowly. I permitted him to kiss me and I found that I enjoyed the feeling of his kisses on my lips. Soon he was kissing me for longer periods of time.

"Then, that night when we went for a walk in the park, I felt a moist heat that was deep in my body. He kissed me and I fell back against the bushes.

"Soon he was on top of me and he was rubbing his body on top of mine. Even through all the layers of clothing that I was wearing, I could feel the pressure of something that was firm and stiff through his clothing. It was also very hot to the touch.

"I reached down to explore and see what it was. When my exploring fingers rubbed over the front of his pants I could tell that the stiff thing was locked into the front of his pants and that it was growing as I touched it.

"All my life I was brought up very properly. I'm a city girl and I never had any contact with country matters. I did not know anything of what a man had down there."

The girl blushed and paused as she came to the end of that statement. It was clear that even the indirect reference was upsetting to her.

Then she continued and she said, "When he felt me touching him down there, he began to get even wilder in the way that he was moving his body on top of mine.

"His fingers were reaching into the top of my dress and feeling the fleshy breasts that were locked away there. Then he was kneading the flesh of my breasts.

"I tried to protest, but all of my protests came out sighs and all of my reason flew away. The only thing that I knew for sure was that I didn't want him to stop what he was doing.

"Then, as he continued to feel my breasts with one hand, he reached up and began to work his other hand under my skirt. I tried to struggle and push him away, but my struggles were weak and had no effect. If I must tell the truth, and I feel now that I must, I feel that my struggles were only half-hearted and that I did not really mean them.

"By that time, I knew what I wanted. I wasn't sure about the mechanisms of sexual things, but I knew that I wanted his body as close to mine as it could go. Even closer! I wanted to have him inside me! And I was aware of that even before I felt his hard ... thing."

"Do not be reticent, girl!" the cardinal called out. "It is a cock. Call it a cock!"

"I-I can't!" the girl sobbed as she turned her head to the side. "I can't say the word!"

"You can feel it with your fingers and have it pushed into you and ... heaven only knows what else you managed to do with it! But you cannot speak the word?"

"P-please," she sobbed, feeling the crimson blush rushing up her neck.

"Stop!" Conrad cried out. When he saw that the cardinal was glaring at him angrily for having shouted that, Conrad continued, "I'll tell the rest of the story."

"Proceed!" the cardinal said. "And you'd better make it good!"

The boy cleared his throat and said, "Well, most of what Juliana has said so far is the truth. Except that she did not tell it right.

"The fact of the matter is that I pushed her down and she immediately started to struggle with me. I reached and grabbed her hand and pressed it against the growing bulge in the front of my pants. I rubbed her fingers back and forth and told her how excited I was.

"Then I began to lick her ear and I asked her if she didn't like the feeling of the hot hardness that was under her fingers."

"And what did she say?" asked the anxious cardinal.

"She said that she didn't know what it was and she told me that I should let her get up because she was actually a good girl and did not want to do anything like that!"

"He is lying!" the girl cried out. "He is trying to protect me! But he is not telling you the truth. I am the one who reached down for his hardness and I am the...."

"Juliana!" the boy cried out. "Be silent! I implore you!"

The cardinal began laughing again and then he said, "I like your version, Conrad. Proceed with it from the point where you got your hands inside her clothing!"

"Although she was kicking back and forth I managed to get my fingers up against the chemise that she was wearing. I was rubbing and pulling at her pussy lips."

"You were not!" the girl cried out. "When the side of your finger went along my slit, you remarked that I was already wet and that I was hot for sex."

"Don't listen to her, your grace!" the boy shouted. "I pulled her chemise apart and then I pressed my finger between the moist lips of flesh so that I could feel the warmth inside and so I could begin to coax some moisture into the slit and get it ready for my attack.

"With some further manipulation of my fingers, I could feel the flesh responding and I pulled my pants down so that my throbbing rammer was free.

"Then as I pressed my thick cock against the lips of her pussy, she shut her eyes and she began to pray and call to the heavenly ... "

"No!" the girl shouted. "What I was crying out when that was happening was...."

"Silence, Juliana!" the boy said, perspiration on his brow.

In a soft voice, the girl said, "I can see that you're trying to protect me in front of the cardinal and I wish that you wouldn't do that. It only makes me feel worse."

With a malevolent chuckle, the cardinal said, "Don't worry, my dear. It is obvious to me that the fool is trying to protect you and make you appear to be a good girl. He isn't pulling any wool over my eyes, so he might as well continue with his story."

Juliana was silent and a sour expression rushed across Conrad's face as he looked down at the black marble floor and said, "I-I don't remember the rest of it."

"Come now!" the man snapped from his throne. "This is hardly the time for these games again. Do I need to tell you that I will brand her breasts with a cross unless you continue."

"Wh-where was I?" the boy asked, feeling very distracted.

The cardinal was looking directly at the bound girl as he told the boy, "Tell me what it felt like when you were first working your shaft into her virgin slit."

Clearing his throat and swallowing hard, the boy said, "I pressed the thick head of my cock against the lips of her pussy. I could feel a wonderful warmth that was running up the length of my meat and was exciting my entire body.

"Working my cock into her body was not easy. Her pussy lips were very tight and they were clinging to my flared cock head. As I pressed it into her, I could feel the moist flesh of her pussy that was spreading in front of the assault.

"After I had gone a little further and knew that my hard-on was firmly lodged between the moist lips of the pussy, I pressed forward.

"But I had hardly moved forward at all when I felt the clinging of the lips and then I felt another pressure that was in front of my broad cock head. I could feel the tight wall of flesh that was directly in front of me.

"I knew that it was her hymen and I knew that the next movement of my cock was going to crash right through and take her virginity.

"Looking down into her eyes I saw the beautiful angel that I loved. For one moment I felt that I could not do it. I felt that I could not be so brutal to her and that I could not press my hard shaft into her virgin slit.

"But at the next moment I was overwhelmed with desire. I could feel the moist warmth that was circling my cock head and I knew that I wanted to feel that same clinging warmth along the rest of my hard-on. I knew that I had to push it into her.

"Working all of my strength into my hips and my thighs, I pushed forward quickly and pressed all the way into the girl's body. It wasn't just a matter of busting through her hymen. In one swift move I pushed all the way into her.

"There was blood when I smashed through her virginity and I could feel the blood being pushed along into her pussy as if it were a lubricant that was helping to slide my cock in.

"Once I was all the way into her, with my balls resting on her smooth thighs, I looked into those eyes and I asked her if she was all right, if I had hurt her.

"She smiled softly and said that she was certainly all right."

The girl cried out from her place on the other side of the room, saying, "And I told you that I wanted to feel you riding in and out of me. I told you that I wanted it!"

There was silence in the great room and then the cardinal rose up and looked at the two beautiful young people who were bound up on both sides of him.

He chuckled a little to himself and then he clapped his hands as he said, "I want these two fools taken away and put in cells where they can have time to contemplate their sins!"

Then he watched as they were both untied and as each of them was dragged off in a different direction, calling out the name of the other one.

As I write these words my heart is aching for the two separated lovers and for the pain that they must bear. But, I have a strange premonition that tells me that I should not be wasting my sorrow on them. I fear that I shall have some sad tale to write in this book very soon.

It has been two days since I have written in this journal. The last time that I was writing, I managed to put it away just in time as I heard someone approaching my chamber.

The reason that I have not taken out this volume for two days was that I was trying hard not to write down all that I went through when the monk came to my room to summon me.

I was hoping that I would be able to forget some of it, but I could not. It is all etched in my memory and I fear that it will be for a long time to come.

But, mixed in with the humiliation and the degradation there is a great deal of sexual passion. How can I admit that the real reason I didn't want to sit down and write this was because the very thought of what I have to tell makes me swell with sexual fire?

The evil cardinal has aroused something horrible inside of my body, something that I cannot deal with. And yet, it is something that I must deal with.

As I hold my quill in one hand I am reaching for my pussy lips with my other hand. There is a burning fire at those lips, those lips which were so recently virgin!

The cardinal deflowered me with his enormous prong and I can still feel the strange burning sensation that he awoke. It is as though there is a strange tickling that is deep inside of my body. It is too far inside of me for me to reach it and yet, I keep trying.

I pulled on my clothes quickly and followed the monk to the cardinal's chamber. This time there was no table set in the middle of the room. This time there was a deep red velvet divan that was low to the ground and looked like it was carved from marble.

After I was left alone in the room, I knew that the cardinal was going to appear and he did not disappoint me. He came in wearing the same robe with the ermine trim that he had worn the last time that he had dragged me to his chambers.

Knowing the customs, I went to my knees and kissed his ring. While I was still down there kissing his ring, he pulled his robe open and hissed, "I've got something else for you to kiss!"

I saw that his cock was already half hard. I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the head. This time when I felt the moisture that was clinging to my lips, I licked it off with my tongue, no longer afraid of the sweet liquid that drooled from his body.

His large hand ran through my hair as he said, "You are learning, Martina!"

Then he pulled me up brutally as he said, "Strip naked. Let me see what it is that I am going to have!"

As I stripped naked, he stepped back toward the shadows of the room, until I was standing there without any clothes on and he was leaning back into the shadows where I could not see him.

I peered to try to see him, but he hissed, "Don't look for me. I want you to pretend that you are alone!"

That was a command from the cardinal. Although it was a strange command, I followed it. I sat on the divan and didn't know what to do next as I stared off into space of the grand room.

When he was so far over into the dark corner that I could not see him any longer, he called out, "Did you ever see the circus? Did you ever see the traveling entertainers that go from village to village?"

It seemed like a very strange question for him to be asking me, considering the situation in which we were placed. I had come from a small place and it was far from the nearest town. But, even that town was passed by by the traveling entertainers.

I shook my head, but he called out, "I want to hear your answer."

"N-no, your grace," I said softly. "I never had any chance to see such things."

There was a pause and then he said, "They do something that is called acting. They play out little scenes and pantomimes for the entertainment of the audience. You are going to do that."

"B-but, I am no actress," I said, trying to peer into the dark to see him.

"This will be simple enough. Even you can do this," he said. "I am simply asking you to play yourself."

I cleared my throat and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"You will play the part of a virgin who is preparing to go to sleep," the man said.

When he said that I was silent. It seemed strange that he was asking me to pretend that I was being myself and that I was simply going to bed for the night.

But, then he clarified by saying, "You will also pretend that this is your apartment. You must act as if that divan were your bed. You will follow all instructions that I gave you up until the point that I come into the scene."

"Your grace," I said to the cardinal. "Are you also going to act?"

"I am going to play a lecherous man who comes into your chambers and attacks you. Up until the time that I do, you will listen to my words, but you will not acknowledge my presence in any way. You will not even look at me."

"Yes, your grace," I whispered softly as I looked down at my hands.

As I stated before, I was within the only pool of light that was in the large room. I felt like I was on display, but I tried to hide that feeling.

My life and everything that I had depended on the good grace of the cardinal and I couldn't risk any of that by displeasing him. I knew that I would have to try to do everything that he said, so that he would be satisfied with me.

At the outset I could feel a tingling sensation in my delicate slit. I knew that I was going to lose my virginity and I would be lying if I didn't say that I was frightened.

Then I heard the cardinal's voice, very soft and gentle, as he said, "Start to strip off your clothes to get ready for bed."

I stood up from the divan. I didn't even know where he was in the darkness that surrounded me. But I was trying hard not to look up at all.

He had specifically told me not to acknowledge him and not to look at him or answer him, so I wanted to be careful that I didn't see him by accident as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Taking off my blouse I pulled on my skirt and that came off as well. Usually I would leave my underskirt on and sleep in that, but I had the impression that the cardinal really wanted to see me naked. I didn't dare ask him what I should do.

In my effort to please him, I stripped to the dirty white chemise that I was wearing. My clothes are always kept well-washed, but the white fabric of my chemise appears dirty due to the fact that it is so old and worn.

I had not gotten any new clothes since the time before the plague had hit. Once the disease was upon us and then when it was just over, there was no time to think about clothes.

As I unlaced my chemise I could feel the man's eyes on me. I looked down and saw that my firm young breasts were being revealed.

Then as I peeled the article of clothing from my body, I could see that the wispy hairs around my pussy were revealed.

There were just a few fair hairs there that delicately fringed the lips of my pussy.

When my chemise was on the floor, I stood there and waited for the next instructions from the cardinal.

"Well," he called out in an impatient voice. "Now that you are naked, get into bed."

I looked at the beautiful velvet divan which was so unlike my bed. I got onto the divan and leaned back so that my head was on the raised part and my legs stretched out.

Then the cardinal said, "I want to see you touching yourself!"

When I heard that,. I froze up. I knew the meaning of that phrase, but it was something that had never been discussed openly. Although I was so close to my mother, she never said a word to me about sex or about my body.

Slowly, I reached my" right hand along my collarbone and then slid it down to my breasts. I ran my fingers along the smooth, white flesh of my breasts.

In spite of myself I found that my nipples were getting excited and were standing up straight in reaction to the contact with my anxious fingers.

Then, enjoying the sensation, I began to rub my thumb back and forth across my left nipple, and then across my right one.

I could feel my nipples standing up so firm that when my finger went past it was bending the tender bit of flesh over to the side.

The cardinal's voice was resonant and soft as he said, "Now slowly work your fingers down your body. I want you to run your fingers back and forth over every bit of your flesh."

Following his instructions, I ran my fingers down toward my navel. But I took a long time in doing that. I was toying with the flesh, with my fingers up so that only the tips of them came in contact with the smooth flesh.

Then, as my fingers were approaching the patch of blonde hairs that fringed my pussy lips, I heard the cardinal call out, "Don't touch your pussy yet!"

I stopped my fingers right where they were and waited for him to say something else.

His voice was thick and breathy as he said, "You are lying alone in your bed and you feel an uncontrollable desire to touch your pussy and to give yourself pleasure. Even though you know that it is impossible to do so, you are trying to control the passion that is welling up inside of you. You are trying to keep from touching your slit.

"But already you can feel the moisture that is churning up inside of your body. You can feel the heat that is spewing forth from your loins. You begin to run your fingers around your pussy."

When he said that, I did feel all the things that he said I would feel. I ran my fingers down to my thighs and then circled them up around to my belly once more.

In this way, I was making a circle around my hot pussy, just as the man had said I should.

Then, he continued, "But you know that it is hopeless. You know that you will give in to the fires of temptation. And so, the circles around your pussy lips are getting smaller and smaller. Your fingers are moving closer and closer to the hot slit.

"You know that in the end you are going to touch yourself. In the end you are going to plunge your finger up into the tight confines of your cunt and you are going to work the moist and supple flesh of your cunt until you are in a frenzy!"

As he said that, my fingers were circling my cunt. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer. He hadn't told me to touch my slit yet and I didn't dare to disobey him.

But, as my fingers went around and around my cunt, I managed to slide my thumb up against the delicate flesh of my slit. I needed something to stem the flow of juice inside of me.

Finally, he cried out, "Now, do it! Touch your pussy!"

When he said that, I didn't hesitate. I pressed my fingers against the moist lips of my pussy and I could feel the juice that was oozing out of me.

Working the wrinkled lips apart with my fingers, I jabbed my index finger into the tight enclosure and then I felt the moist pussy lips slapping shut around my fingers once again.

With my finger locked in place inside of my pussy, I began to work it around and around.

Then the cardinal hissed, "Move your finger in a circular motion. Describe a circle inside of that tender hole. Press the tip of your finger against all the different sides of your pussy."

I followed all that he said and right at the outset I could feel the moist flesh of my pussy responding to the pressures of my finger. It was pushing back against my finger and wriggling excitedly in response to the contact.

As I was doing that, I heard the cardinal cry out, "Now start to work your finger in and out of your virgin pussy. Press it back and forth just as if you were fucking yourself.

"And while you are doing that, you are going to be thinking about how much you would like to have a cock shoved all the way up your pussy. You would love to feel the sensation of a thick man's penis ripping into you."

"Yes!" I cried out, without even realizing what I was saying. My finger was working back and forth against the point of pleasure that was locked away inside of my body.

I could feel the explosion that was about to take place inside of my pussy. The flesh was growing thick with juice and there was a great deal of movement inside of the pussy.

My head was back and my eyes were shut as I was moaning and groaning.

Then, so suddenly that the breath was knocked out of me, there was a whip that sliced right across the front of my body and cut through both of my nipples.

I cried out in agony as I opened my eyes and saw that the cardinal was standing right over me and was raising the whip up once more.

As the whip whistled through the air, I turned my body away in an effort to avoid the sharp sting of it. But I only managed to avert it so that it sliced across my bottom.

That was when I realized that my finger was still inside my pussy lips. As I clenched the cheeks of my bottom together I could feel my pussy lips snapping at my finger.

The cardinal screamed out, "You are an evil girl to be touching yourself!"

"B-but, you ordered me to!" I moaned, tears streaming down my face. "You told me to!"

"Blasphemy!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as the whip struck once more at my bunched up body and left a red stripe on me that ran from my shoulders to my hips.

I didn't dare to say anything else. He put the whip aside and he grabbed my hands as he said, "Here in your own little room, you thought that the church would not know about the sins that you performed! But, you were wrong! We know everything and we can see everything!"

When he said that, I was actually thinking that I was going mad. I looked around to be certain that I really wasn't in my own room.

There was the velvet divan that was certainly too fine to grace my chambers. Below there was the black marble floor. And all around me in the darkness was the cavernous room.

I knew then that the cardinal was very much involved in the acting that he had asked me to do. He was playing the part of an avenging churchman who had found me playing with my pussy.

When he had tossed me onto the floor, he pulled a chain from the cassock and quickly attached my hands to one of the heavy legs of the divan.

I looked up at him, my eyes filled with confusion, terrified that he had bound me so quickly.

Then he stepped back and said, "You know that I can have you burned at the stake for this!"

When he said that, a real fear filled my heart! He sounded so earnest that I wasn't at all certain that he was only playing. What if the mad cardinal decided to have me burned at the stake?

There was no one in our entire province who would have gone against him! And besides, there was no one in the world who would have pleaded my cause.

What am I but a girl with no family and no money! I had no one to turn to in my life.

So, I fell to the floor and cried out, "I beg you not to punish me! I beg you, your worship! I would do anything for you, anything at all!"

There was a hollow laugh that seemed to be coming from a place deep inside of the man. Then he lifted up the whip and said, "Show me your fine rump. I mean to warm it up a little!"

I hunched over in a dog like position and then I looked over my shoulder to see the whip describing an arc through the air and coming down right at the cheeks of my bottom.

There was a bright red stripe that was left across one of my ass cheeks and then the next lash of the whip ripped across me in the other direction, leaving an 'X' on my bottom.

That was followed by a torrent of whiplashes. Each time that it sliced across my bottom I could hear the sound of the contact reverberating in the air of the room.

I was biting down on my lower lip, trying hard not to cry out in pain as the man kept on brutalizing my tender behind with his whip.

Finally, after what seemed an unbelievable length of time, the man tossed the whip down at his side.

His powerful hands pulled on my hips and he tossed me over onto my back. My hands were twisted up over my head by the sudden movement.

Then as my bruised bottom came in contact with the cold marble of the black floor, I winced and cried out in pain. I was not prepared for the contact on the tender and wounded flesh.

The cardinal seemed to ignore my cry completely as he spread my thighs and rubbed the side of his finger against my pussy slit so that he could feel the moisture that was welling up inside of me.

When he did that, I shuddered with passion. I could feel the wriggling of my pussy flesh and remembered how close I had been to having an orgasm when he had first started to beat me.

Pulling on the flesh that was between my legs, he kneaded the tender and white skin and then he was soon pulling apart my pussy lips so that he could poke at my cunt.

Spreading apart his cassock, his huge cock was revealed. As he was using one hand to poke around at my pussy, he was stroking on his cock with the other hand.

There were so many different emotions that were inside me at that moment. He had been abusive to me about my frigging myself, although that seemed to be simply part of the game he was playing.

And yet, I was truly frightened. I knew how powerful this man was and I did not know how far his game would go. As I have already written, he could easily have had me killed.

As he pressed the head of his broad cock into my pussy slit, all of the other emotions seemed to leave me. I was filled up with the hot passion that had filled me earlier and I knew that I wanted to have the cock stuffed all the way into me.

I even raised my hips up off the floor so that it would be easier for the man to put his hard shaft into my tender and virgin slit.

He was working his way into the tight confines of my pussy and then he managed to get a full two inches of his cock into my tight slit.

As he pushed a little bit more into me, I could feel the head of his cock coming up against something that was very tight and confining inside of my slit.

There was a smile on his face as he said, "This is it, little girl!"

I swallowed hard and tried to shut my eyes. But even with my eyes closed I could still see the image of his smiling face staring down into my own.

His cock was pressing against my slit with a burning pressure and then I could feel him shifting his hips so that he could get into position to break through my cherry.

With one powerful push he ripped right through my virginity and then slammed his cock all the way up into my pussy. I could feel the pressure of the broad cock head that was pushing against the sides of my cunt slit.

There was also a searing sensation. Since I had heard the story which the other young couple had been forced to disclose to the cardinal, I realized that the ripping inside of me had produced blood and that the blood was sliding up inside of my slit.

Because he was pushing his cock in and out of me at such a great speed and because he did not even pause as he began to fuck me, he was spreading the blood against the walls of my pussy and rubbing it into my pussy flesh as he went.

"Now you are no longer a virgin!" he cried out in a wild sort of cry.

As he was working his hips back and forth so quickly inside of me, I couldn't tell whether his cry was a victory cry or a mocking cry or a scream of horror.

He seemed to be reacting with all three of those attitudes as he slammed his thick cock back and forth along the flesh of my pussy. I could feel the widely flared cock head rubbing back and forth against the pussy flesh and exciting it.

The cardinal was actually urging even more juice out of my body as he kept on moving back and forth inside of me. Then his movements became slower.

It seemed like his energy was going into the effort of slamming into me even harder and more viciously as he was pressing each thrusting jolt into my body in a slow and hard way.

Finally my pussy flesh could not take it any longer. I could feel the flesh heave in a tight spasm that was similar to the one that I was beginning to have when I was frigging myself.

But this spasm was even more powerful than the first. It was the wildest and most erotic thing that had ever happened to me, as my pussy clasped around the shaft of the cock.

With the clasping of my pussy flesh I imagined that I could feel every crevice and every vein in the thick cock. Then I felt the flared head of his hard-on flaring out even wider and pressing against the flesh of my pussy.

He was soon shooting hot gism up into my pussy flesh and I was turning my head back and forth as I felt the erotic stimulation that was driving me absolutely wild.

It seemed that his cock and my pussy were locked together and the juice that was drooling from me was mixing with the juice that was shooting from him to create a glue that would never let us separate.

But, after a while, when the heat of the moment had died away, the man did begin to work his tool out of my slit. It left me with an empty feeling.

He rearranged his cassock and there was silence in the room as he leaned over and methodically unchained the shackles that had been holding my arms in place.

"Get your clothes together, girl!" he said in an official-sounding voice.

When I had picked up all my clothes, I stood there waiting for his next instruction. Then he turned away from me and said, "We shall be merciful with you for your sins. You may go now and be very careful that you do not fall into sinful ways in the future!"

Naked and frightened, I rushed to leave the cardinal's chambers before he wanted to do something else with me. But now that he had taken my virginity, he didn't seemed interested in anything else.

CHAPTER FOUR

I don't think that I slept at all during the rest of that night, although I suspect that the lecherous cardinal slept soundly after having defiled me.

Somehow, the man had managed to twist everything around. He made me feel dirty and ashamed for the sexual passions that were inside of me and yet he was the one who had aroused those sexual passions. He was the one who had led me toward the passions.

And, even if I had not felt any sexual excitement in my pussy, he would have forced me to play along with his depraved games. He had tied me up to the divan with his shackles!

That was when I decided that the only thing that I could do was to forget about the incident and so that was the reason why I did not write about it for some days.

After those two days though, I realized that I was unable to forget about the thing that had happened. I expect that all girls carry around the memories of such things.

If I had not been inside of this damned convent, I might have given my virginity to some nice boy from a farm who would have loved to do it in the hay.

Or, perhaps I would have given my innocence to my husband, waiting until our wedding night.

However it would have turned out, I know that it would not have been like this. It would not have been in a cardinal's chambers with my hands shackled to the bed!

But, that was what happened. When I knew that I would not be able to forget it, I decided to write it down in this journal. Now that I have written the complete story, I do feel a little more relieved. Since I have no friends that I can speak to, this journal must be my friend.

At least I have been able to share the secret with this friend.

But, there is a different reason why I have started to write in the journal today. It was yesterday that I wrote the entire incident with the cardinal taking my virginity.

Now, as I was taking away the dishes from the cardinal's lunch, one of the monks came in and bowed before the man, saying, "There is a young lady who has expressed a wish to see you, your grace."

"A young lady?" the cardinal asked. "Who is this young lady?"

"She is the sister of Conrad Doffel. She has come here to plead for his life."

The cardinal-chuckled a little bit, under his breath, and then he laughed out loud. His laughter stopped when he looked at me and said, "Get out of here!"

"Yes, your grace," I said, bowing to him and clattering the dishes as I went.

"Now!" he screamed out, pointing to the door with his index finger.

Just as I was about to close the door behind me, I heard the cardinal say, "Keep her waiting for an hour and then let her come in to see me. What does she look like?"

"She is very pretty, your grace. She has been studying with the Sisters of St. Claire."

That was all that I heard, but that was enough. I have been keeping track of the time and every now and then I have been climbing up to my cupboard so that I could see if the girl was there in the cardinal's chambers.

The only thing that I know is that the perverse cardinal is going to see this girl in a little while and that the cardinal has expressed an interest in her looks.

Even though I have scarcely been here a week, I know enough about this sexually degraded man to know that he plans to take advantage of the girl when she comes in.

If only I could get down to where she is so that I could give, her some sort of warning before she goes in to see the cardinal. But it is hopeless. like me and like all of the other maidens in the province, the girl is at the mercy of the cardinal.

Now that I have already been through the ordeal of having my virginity lost to the evil man, my heart is thumping with fear for this young girl who is on her way to see the man.

For the better part of this hour I have been looking at a candle and trying to decide whether I should light it for this girl, the sister of Conrad Doffel.

Finally, I have lit the candle. It seems almost a sacrilege to be lighting a candle in hopes that a cardinal may be thwarted, but in this instance I know that the cardinal is not in the service of our Lord. He may wear the vestments of the church and be the leader of our church, but the church still stands for a greater glory that even his evil cannot tarnish.

I have just checked again and I see that the cardinal is on his throne and that he has just sent a monk out to fetch the girl who has been waiting to see him.

I must go now to hear what transpires in their meeting.

I have rushed right to this journal so that I could report what was said between the cardinal and the beautiful girl who came in to see him.

Her name was Isabella and she really was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. While I have a fair and almost pale aspect about myself, this girl had a stunning beauty which was almost exotic in a strange sort of way.

Isabella's face was cleanly scrubbed, but her black eyes seemed to blaze and her black hair was pulled back severely from her face, making her sculpted features seem even more refined.

She was wearing a dark dress, which was absolutely simple. But, unlike most of the women that I might see in such a dress, it was clear that she was of a fine class.

The fabric of the dress was beautiful and delicate. It was clear that she dressed in that way because she chose to and not because of circumstances.

She carried herself in a genteel way and when she came into the cardinal's chambers she bowed to him in the proper way and she kissed the correct ring.

There was nothing that the girl did that showed any awkwardness at all.

The cardinal was acting in a very composed manner as he sat tall in his chair. But, knowing the man as I know him, I could see the lust that was blazing in his eyes.

Then the man said, "State your business, Isabella."

"Your grace," the girl said, bowing. "I beseech you on behalf of my brother, the only living relative that I have. I have come to beg for the life of Conrad Doffel and his beloved."

"You know that they have both sinned and yet you come to ask my mercy?" he snapped.

"I know that they have sinned and it fills my heart with dread to consider the sin that they have performed. I know that they are guilty and I have been praying for their souls every day, as well as for your own dear and sainted soul, your holiness."

Listening from my vantage point on the other side of the wall, I was really impressed with the way that the girl had said that. She had actually told the cardinal that she was repelled by the very idea of the sin that her brother had done, having sex with a girl.

There was a look of fascination in the cardinal's eyes as he said, "Are you really so repelled by the sin, my dear. I am told that the young people now are leading very evil lives and that they are used to the sins of the flesh."

"I do now know what others might do. For myself, I know that I would rather die and keep my immortal soul than to live with that blight on my soul," the girl said without blinking.

"And this is the person who has been sent to plead for the life of the sexually wicked Conrad Doffel?" the cardinal said with a little chuckle in his voice.

The girl flushed crimson and bowed her eyes a little as she said, "I am all that he has now and he is all that I have now. If you but knew the goodness that was in him and if you knew the things that he has done on my behalf and on behalf of our departed parents, you would weep that such a soul should leave the earth and grant him mercy!"

The cardinal's voice was gruff as he said, "The goodness that he did in the past does not matter. The sin that he committed is the important thing. It is the fact of this case which cannot be ignored. If your brother were not executed it would be encouraging other sinners."

"There is much that I can tell you," the girl said. "Do you know that he was betrothed to Juliana? Perhaps his only sin was that he was too impatient!"

"You know the name for his sin!" the cardinal snapped in his most ominous tone. "His sin is called lust and there is no other name that will do!"

Isabella was still standing tall, even when she looked down at the black marble floor. Speaking softly, she said, "Although I hardly have the education of one as great as you are, I have tried to acquaint myself with the bible as well as I can.

"If I understand it correctly, a man is as guilty of a sin if he has thought about committing it, as the man who has actually performed the sin."

I could see from my vantage point that the cardinal was not pleased with the turn in the conversation. He motioned with his hand and said, "Get on with it, girl!"

"Your grace, if what I am told is true, that all men have desired to commit such an act of ... of fornication as that which my brother has done, then should not all men be burned at the stake along with my brother? They have sinned as much as he has."

"Nonsense!" the man shouted out. "What man would not like to have a diamond ring?"

"I do not need any diamond rings," the girl said. "I wish to devote my life to the Lord."

"Admirable," he said, as if he were dismissing her with the one word. "But men have greed. It is between the thought and the action that the shadow must fall. It is when one of their number has actually performed the deed that there is an opportunity to teach them their lesson and to show them that they must not act on their passions."

"Then I see that my brother's case is hopeless," the girl said with a sob in her throat.

"Wait!" the cardinal said, with lust in his eyes. "You are apparently a bright girl."

"Thank you, your grace," she said, bowing low in front of him.

"And you wish to give your life over to the church?" he asked her.

"In the order of the Sisters of St. Claire," she said with a hint of a smile.

"What would you do in exchange for your brother's life?" he asked in a sudden way.

"Wh-what?" she said, her eyes growing wide. "Oh, your grace, I would do as much as I possibly could. I would give you all that a maiden could give!"

"All that a maiden could give?" he asked, not bothering to hide the smile on his face.

"Yes!" she replied, joyously. "Every day for the rest of my life I would light a candle for you. And I would pray for you in the morning and in the evening."

He slammed his hand down against the side of his chair and then he said, "Is that what you would give me? You would give me your prayers?"

"What else can I give?" she asked. "For the sake of my brother's life I would gladly give my own life, if you were willing to take it!"

"Your own life?" he said as if he were thinking about the matter. He was tapping his fingers along the side of the chair and then he looked up at her as he said, "What if someone were to ask you for something that was more dear to you than your life?"

"Only the life of my devoted brother is more dear to me than my own life," the girl said. "But if there were anything that it was within my power to give...."

"What if, in order to pay back for the unclean act that your brother has done, you were asked to submit yourself to that same sweet sinfulness?"

"S-submit myself?" she asked. For the first time Isabella seemed to waiver.

"Let me state my case plainly, Isabella," the cardinal said in a husky voice. "What if you found yourself desired by such a person who had the power to save your brother's life? Could you give yourself up to the same sins which you claim to hate?"

"Claim to hate?" she cried out. "I do hate the sins."

"But you would have me spare the sinner!" the cardinal snapped. "Could you give yourself up to the sins in order to spare the sinner?"

"No!" she cried out. "This is a question in theory and I know that I couldn't do anything like that. Even in my wildest ... No, it would be impossible!"

"Very well!" he said, raising his hand. "Then your brother must die."

She began to bow and to back out of the room. But then she stopped and said, "But, I thought that it was merely a question in theory. When you just said that my brother would die, you made it sound as though I had an option of what to do."

"You have already given me an answer to that option!" the cardinal said flatly.

"B-but, if there is a chance of saving my brother's life, I cannot ignore it. Even if it turns out that...." As the girl was speaking she had been moving closer to the cardinal's chair. Then she stopped suddenly and looked at the man.

When I looked, over at the cardinal, I saw that he had pulled open his robes and that he was stroking the thick cock that was already standing straight out from his body.

Isabella had turned to the side and she was covering her eyes so that she could not see the sight that was before her. I could tell that she was shaking with dread.

"Does this sight so repulse you, my dear?" the cardinal asked her.

"It is wrong," she groaned out, hysterically. "We will both burn in infamy!"

He laughed his hollow laugh and said, "Don't tell me that you believe all those fairy tales that the idiots in the convent go around telling you."

She had turned completely around so that her back was toward him. There were tears running down her cheeks as she said, "How can you talk that way when my brother's life is at stake?"

Since she was not looking at him, he got up from his throne and walked up behind her. Then he pressed his hands around her body and grabbed for her fleshy breasts.

Isabella screamed out and pulled away from the man as she said, "I will report you. I will tell the church officials what you have tried to do to me and they will...."

"They will have you burned at the stake as a witch. They will accuse you of heresy. Even if one of them believed you, he would never go along with you. He would be frightened that it would be bad for the church to have such a thing spread about!"

Isabella was sobbing into her hands as she said, "Have mercy on me!"

"On your knees!" he snarled out of the side of his mouth as he approached her.

Automatically, the girl fell to her knees. She was so used to the ways of the church that she was willing to fall as soon as the man told her to fall.

When she looked up at him, she was shocked to see that his broad cock was waving right in her face. When she gasped, she closed her eyes so that she couldn't see the thick thing.

"Look at it!" the cardinal snarled viciously. "I want you to see the thing that will bring your downfall!"

I watched as her beautiful, dark eyes opened slowly and she looked at the man's cock. Then he chuckled and said, "You do want to save your brother's life, do you not?"

She nodded her head and then he said, "Good. You did say something to me about the fact that you were willing to do anything in order to save his life."

Her voice was hoarse as she said, "What would you have me do, your grace?"

"You are a virgin? You are pure and no man has ever touched your body?" he asked.

Isabella nodded. I could tell that she was too choked up to speak. She was trying hard not to look at the throbbing cock that was right in front of her.

"First I want you to take off all your clothes. I want to see your nakedness!" he snapped.

She put her hand up in front of her mouth and then said, "But, your grace, I have never been exposed to the eyes of anyone! In my entire life I have never been ... Not even in the sisters in the school have ever seen my naked body. I do not even...."

He raised himself up to his full, imposing height and said, "You are here at my will! My will is supreme here! I am the only one who can save your brother from the crackling flames of the stake, flames that will char his flesh!

"I do not wish to know about your little complaints and modesties! When I say that I want to see you naked, you may do one of two things. You may strip completely naked in front of me, or you may turn and leave, in which case your brother shall be burned at the stake and you will be dealt with properly."

"Dealt with properly?" she shouted, without hesitation. "But, what have I done?"

"You have not shown proper respect for the church," he said in an off-hand manner.

"P-proper respect?" she screamed. "You are asking me to...."

"This is your final warning!" he said, pointing at her face. "I want you naked."

Isabella heaved a terrible sigh as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders. Then she started to pull at the buttons of her dress. It took her a long time to take it off. When she revealed the white underskirt that she was wearing beneath her dress I was impressed by the fact that it was fine white linen that was very beautiful.

The girl was even slower about removing the underskirt that she had on and then taking off her chemise. When she stood naked, she held one hand in front of her breasts and her other hand in front of her pussy slit.

But she was not able to hide too much. Her breasts were large and very round and they could be seen despite her hand up in front of them.

There was a patch of black pussy hairs that fringed her slit. Her whole body was very luscious in appearance, with wide hips and well-curved limbs.

But she was shaking so much and looking down at the ground in such a modest manner that it was hard not to feel sorry for the girl. Apparently the cardinal did not have that problem.

He came up to the girl and he said, "Spread your legs as wide as they will go."

She stepped, back from him and said, "What do you want to do to me now?"

"Don't worry," he sneered. "I won't take your virginity now! I just want to be sure that you have a virginity that can be taken!"

Isabella gasped when his hand pressed against her virgin cunt lips. It was clear from the way that the girl was behaving that she had never had any contact with her slit before.

The men spread the lips apart and then worked his finger into the tight confines of the pussy so that he could feel the tension that was inside of her.

She groaned out in agony as if he were ripping her apart with a sword up her cunt.

He seemed to be spending a long time in examining her pussy. It was clear then that the man really had some sort of fetish about virgins and was only interested in the girl if she could prove that she was a virgin.

After he had satisfied his curiosity, he pulled his finger out of the slit and licked it clean, saying, "Nothing like the juice of a virgin. Even in your case, where there was hardly any juice at all, little one."

She grunted and stepped back. Then he reached out and grabbed one of her nipples. Playing with it and pulling at it, he was exciting the girl and she did not dare to move away.

I could tell that he was pulling roughly on the nipple and Isabella looked like she was going to swoon over and fall to the floor.

Then he pushed her back against a pillar and he slid to his knees. His powerful hands grabbed at her thighs and pulled her legs wide apart so that he could get to her pussy slit.

As I watched, he pressed his head against the moist flesh of her pussy and he was rubbing his lips back and forth. The girl was soon moaning and I could tell that the cardinal had his tongue shoved up inside of her pussy.

I couldn't help myself at that moment. I reached down for the lips of my own pussy and I began to frig myself back and forth. I was working my finger up and down against the lips of my slit and I reached in to search for the button of happiness that was close to the entrance.

As the cardinal was sliding his tongue in and out of the girl's pussy slit, I was sliding my finger up and down in the delicate and moist flesh of my own cunt.

I remembered the sensation of the moist tongue up inside of my slit and I delighted in the scene that was before me. It was clear that the girl was so frightened of all that was happening to her that she found it impossible to relax.

The man was pressing his tongue in and out very quickly and his strong hands were gripping her hips firmly in place. Then, I saw him press his face even tighter against her cunt.

Her entire body seemed to explode around his invading tongue. She tensed up her body and actually grabbed his head as she tossed her own head back and groaned in ecstasy.

Just at that moment I could feel the spasming of my pussy flesh around my finger. I bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out and then I had to lean back.

Since I was already in such a precarious position, up among the shelves, leaning back proved to be a rather dangerous move on my part. My leg slid down, losing the hold that I had, and I almost plunged directly to the floor.

I grasped onto one of the shelves, cutting my hand as I did so, and managed to pull myself back up into position so that I could see through the whole in the wall.

In the course of all of that, I had also managed to drop more than one pile of dishes to the floor. Fortunately, that closet only held old dishes which were not in use anymore and there was nothing of value that was broken.

But, considering what had happened in the other room, my interest at that moment was in looking through the wall and seeing what was going on in the cardinal's chamber.

Actually, it was fortunate that I looked at that moment. Just then he was saying to the girl, "Don't worry, little one, it's just some noise from my cook's quarters. I'll have someone go to her and see what is going on there."

As he said that, he went toward the door of his chamber. I knew that he was going to send a monk in to see me and ask questions and I couldn't be caught where I was.

In fact, if I had to show the monk where the dishes had broken, he would certainly see the hole in the cabinet and realize that I could see the cardinal's chamber.

The first thing that I did was to put something up in front of the hole so that it could not be seen. Actually, I had saved the piece of wood that I had broken off from the board in the back of the closet, so it was a simple matter of propping it up.

Then, thinking fast, I pulled on one of the shelves and tipped it to the side. There were a number of things that were scattered around and I pretended that I was in the process of sweeping them up when I heard the knocking on my door.

Rushing to the door with the broom still in my hand, I saw the tall monk who was often in the cardinal's chambers. I bowed to him and said, "Does the cardinal wish anything?"

"Let me in. He said that he heard a strange noise from here and that it was very loud."

"Heavens, yes it was," I said. "But I'm horrified that he was able to hear it."

Leading the monk into the pantry, I said, "I was in the other room when I heard it. Apparently this old shelf gave way for no reason at all and all of the plates came tumbling off and landed on the floor."

"How did you cut your hand?" he asked, looking at me.

Without a pause I said, "I cut it on a broken piece of plate." Then I wrapped my hand quickly in a towel, pretending to be embarrassed that I had been so clumsy. The fact of the matter was that I didn't want him to see the cut and realize that it was actually a scrape that had been on the edge of a shelf rather than a jabbed cut.

"I will send someone in her to fix the shelf," the monk said to me.

"That won't be necessary," I said. When he looked at me, I added, "I grew up on a farm. I know how to do everything, including carpentry."

"You know how to do everything?" he asked with a nasty grin on his face.

I stepped away and pretended not to understand him. Then he said, "My name is Brother Ludovic, and I also know how to do everything."

When he touched my arm I pulled it away from him and said, "Does the cardinal know that you carry on in this manner, Brother Ludovic?"

He pushed me back against the counter, roughly, and he sneered, "Don't act like that with me. I know that the cardinal has already had you. I am second in command here. I never get the virgins, but I always get them right after he does."

My body went limp. I knew that there was no point in my trying to fight against this man. When he felt the defeat rushing through my body, he pulled away from me and said, "Later, then. And you know that I will be back expecting you to serve me well!"

As soon as he had left my apartment, I climbed up on the counter and pulled away the little chip of wood that stood between myself and the view of the cardinal's chambers.

By the time that I looked in on them, Isabella was buttoning her dress and straightening it out.

She looked even whiter than she had looked when she had first come into the cardinal's chambers. He was pacing back and forth and looking at her every so often.

"I will put it to you in the simplest language, Isabella," he snapped at her. "If you give me your virginity, I shall spare your brother's life."

"And Juliana?" the girl asked, hoarsely.

When the man glared at her, the girl said, "She is carrying the child of my brother."

Waving his hand in the air, the cardinal said, "Juliana as well. I never intended" to have Juliana killed. I was just going to send her to a convent where she could lead a secluded life."

Isabella was still biting her lower lip as she stood there and said, "What of the sin? What of the scar that shall be permanently imprinted on my immortal soul?"

"What of the scar that would be imprinted if you selfishly allowed your brother to die?"

As I was watching the scene I couldn't help but think of the obvious question, which was asking about the scar that would be on the cardinal's immortal soul!

"Take my life! It would be so much easier for me to give myself to the flames of...."

"We've been all through this before, Isabella!" the cardinal snapped, viciously. "Now I want you to give me your answer! If you tell me that you will service me sexually and give me your virginity, then I will see you tomorrow evening in this chamber."

"And then my brother will be spared?" she asked, breathing nervously in and out.

"Then your brother will be spared," he said in a matter-of-fact tone.

She turned away and paused for a long time before she said, "I will be here."

"And I shall have a special treat planned for you, my beautiful one!"

But, by the time that the beastly cardinal had finished saying that, the girl had already disappeared through the door and left. He rushed to the door and called out, "I will see you tomorrow night just after sundown and I will be ready for you!"

I rushed to the front door of my apartment. I knew that the girl would have to pass very close to my door in order to get down the stairs.

She looked beautiful close up as I looked at her through the crack of my door.

Brother Ludovic was right next to her as she asked, "May I be permitted to visit my brother now? I have some good news to tell him."

"He is in the dungeon that is directly below us by four flights. I will take you there now," Brother Ludovic said in a solicitous tone that was very different from the tone of voice he had used when he had threatened me with sexual abuse.

I clicked my door shut and rushed to this journal so that I could put down this whole stream of events. I fear that at this point my prayers and my candles will not be enough to help the beautiful girl with the long black hair.

Through the crack in the wall I was able to observe the beginning of her humiliation and her sexual debasement. I do not know how much more I will see in the ensuing days, but I will be there watching when she returns to lose her virginity to the cardinal.

CHAPTER FIVE

I have just finished serving the cardinal's breakfast. Things certainly do happen very quickly around here. Last night I was too exhausted to even take out this journal and write down my experiences. I had to wait until this morning to do it.

There was a knock on my door right after I had finished with the cardinal's dinner. I am always tired by that time of day.

What I have to explain is that the cardinal has a habit, of having very lavish meals. It is not that he overeats much. He just insists that everything should be very elegant and he-likes to have the finest foods prepared in the finest manner.

That is the reason why he insisted on having his cook in the nearest apartments to him and that is the reason why I have no other chores around the large place.

In fact, until last night I had not even been beyond the limited area of my apartments and the cardinal's chamber since the time that I had started working here.

But, I am digressing too much. Last night, when I was cleaning up from the roast duck that I had made for the cardinal's pleasure, there was a knock on my door.

Opening the door I saw that it was Brother Ludovic. He grinned broadly and said, "I told you that I would be back here for you, Martina."

"I was still cleaning up from my work. I must finish my work," I said, weakly.

But, the man didn't care to listen to anything that I had to say. He grabbed me by my hand and pulled me out into the hall. I knew that there were dishes which were still dirty, but there was nothing that I could do about that.

Brother Ludovic was dragging me down the steps. I nearly tripped down them as I went down two at a time. We passed flight after flight of fine steps.

Then we were below the ground and we were in the dungeon. I cried out, "Why have you taken me to this horrible place? What have I done wrong?"

The man pretended that he hadn't heard me. He just kept dragging me past the cells. Only a few of the cells were filled with people. Most of them were so emaciated and sickly, quite a contrast from the cardinal's duck, that they didn't even look up when we passed.

The monk's attention was on the girl who was sitting on a stool at the other end of the dank hallway, with her eyes glued to the pages of her worn bible.

"Whaf are you still doing here?" Brother Ludovic asked, letting go of my hand.

"You said that I could visit with my brother and give him comfort," the girl remarked.

When I looked through the bars of the cell, I saw the same frightened eyes of the boy who had been bound up in the cardinal's chambers a few days before.

"Anyway," Conrad cried out from his place in the cell. "The cardinal told my sister that he would free me in a few days, so I don't see what the harm of...."

"Did he really?" Ludovic said with a nasty laugh, a bit similar to the laugh of the cardinal. "When I see you free, that's when you're free and not until."

He spoke more like a policeman than a monk and even the policemen I had dealt with were friendlier than he was. He stood tapping his foot as the girl collected herself.

She held onto her bible as she turned to her brother in his cell and said, "I will come again as soon as the cardinal will permit it. I hope that next time I can bring you even better news, Conrad, happier news."

Looking at the smile on the boy's face, I knew that he was unaware of the proposition that the cardinal had made to his sister. He called out, "Bless you, Isabella!"

Ludovic turned to the cell and said, "You won't have time for blessing too many more people."

In that moment while the vicious monk was facing the cell and Isabella was passing me, not even noticing me, I whispered, "Isabella, know that you have one friend in this place."

She looked at me, her eyes searching in my eyes, and she saw that I was sincere in what I said.

Her lips moved as she whispered the words, "Bless you."

Just then Brother Ludovic turned around and grabbed my wrist as he snapped, "I told you to get going, now get going."

Isabella went quickly down the long line of prison cells, holding onto her bible as if it were a shield against the blows and the cruel things in the world.

When the evil monk pulled me in the other direction I realized that I was beyond the dungeons and I was going down into a cellar that was a large room.

There was a rack in the middle of the room and I tensed up when I saw that. The man next to me saw what I was reacting to and he said, "We're not going to use that on you, if you behave!"

"We?" I asked. "Are there more? Is it not just you?"

He didn't reply to my question as he pulled me down into the center of the large room and said, "Strip down naked, girl. Get ready for us!"

I looked at the steps and saw that there was another brown-robed monk coming down. He tossed his hood back and I could see that he was a blonde man with a beard.

Slowly I began to remove my clothes. As I was taking down my chemise and revealing the most intimate of my beauties, I looked up and saw that there was still another monk coming down the steps. This one pulled his hood back and revealed that he had dark hair and was boyish.

When I was naked, Ludovic began to pull his robe off and he said, "I shall take charge of directing the festivities since I am so good at that."

I felt that he was speaking a foreign language. He had curly hair that was a nondescript shade of brown and he had a moustache that seemed to match.

When he pulled his robe off he revealed a body that was covered with thick brown hair and he also revealed a thick cock that was jutting out in front of him.

"On your knees and kiss it, girl," he hissed at me.

I fell to my knees and as I placed my lips against Ludovic's cock, I sensed the fact that the other two monks were also taking their robes off.

As soon as my lips were open, Ludovic shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I could feel it ramming against the back of my throat and pressing deep into me so that I was choking.

Then I felt two other sets of hands on my body. I wanted to reach up and pull away from Ludovic so that I could stop them from doing any harm to me. But they wouldn't let me.

Soon, all three of the naked monks were dragging me over to the rack. When I realized that they were spreading me out on the rack, I tensed up in horror and tried to get away.

When I screamed out, Ludovic started to laugh. Apparently, he had learned much from the cardinal as to the way in which he dealt with me.

Then I shouted, "You told me that you would not use the rack on me. You lied to me."

"Silence, you foolish little peasant girl! We are only using this as a place on which we can lie you down. We aren't going to turn it, unless you're bad."

As he was saying that, the blonde monk was clamping the shackles around my wrists and pulling my arms up high above my head so that they were stretching up above me.

The youthful looking monk with the dark hair that kept falling across his forehead, was chaining my legs to the bottom of the rack and Ludovic was in the center running his hands over my body.

"Please! Don't hurt me!" I asked in a very soft voice.

When I had said that, the three monks began to laugh. I turned away from them, horrified with the reaction that they had to me. Why were they so cruel to me?

Then, Ludovic lifted himself up onto the rack and placed himself in such a position that his hard .cock was dangling just inches away from my face.

He pressed the head of it back and forth against my lips and said, "I want you to beg me for this!"

I opened my mouth and tried to take the cock into my throat. But I could not succeed because of the way he was toying with me. Without the use of my hands I could not grab his cock.

Then he said, "I told you that I wanted you to beg me for my cock!"

"Please," I said softly. Since I had just resolved that I wouldn't speak to him at all, for fear of being laughed at again, I didn't know what to say in the form of begging.

"Beg me, you little serving wench! I want to hear you beg me for this meat!"

"Please!" I shouted. "I beg you to let me suck on your big cock!"

When my mouth was open to speak the last word of that plea, he shoved the enormous thing all the way down my throat. I quickly started to choke.

But the back of my head was pressing against the hard wood of the rack so I really couldn't move my head in either direction and I really couldn't pull away from him.

He didn't pull his cock out of my throat at all. He kept the full length of it all the way in my throat and he turned his hips from side to side.

I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the back of my throat and viciously pressing down against the tender membrane that was there.

While he was doing that, I could also feel his balls pressing and moving against my chin and I could feel the scratchy sensation of his pubic hair against my nose.

The only reason that I was saved from choking on the vicious monk's hard penis was that the other two monks were getting anxious for some of the pleasure.

When Ludovic saw that the hairy blonde man was pulling and pressing at my pussy lips, he turned and said, "I get that first. I have rank here, if you will remember."

"Then do it!" the blonde man snapped at the superior monk, resentful of his rank.

With that, Ludovic pulled the full length of his cock all the way out of my throat.

My legs were spread on the rack and it was a simple matter for him to run his finger back and forth over the wrinkled flesh of my pussy lips.

I could feel the moisture that was growing inside of my slit as he kept on exciting the delicate flesh. I shut my eyes. I didn't want to get excited and yet I knew that it would be less painful for him to enter me when I was already juiced up.

A moment later and I could feel his thick cock head pressing against my cunt lips. He began to push his cock inside of me and apparently he didn't care that he was pulling at the tender and almost dry flesh that was at my cunt lips.

It was a very painful process as he pushed all the way into my slit, but it was hardly the end of the pain for the night since the other two men were after their pleasure.

As soon as Ludovic had pressed all the way into my pussy, he began to pull out of my slit. He was pulling the flesh back out of me just as he had pushed it into me.

What was happening was that rather than the flesh on his cock sliding back and forth across the flesh on the inside of my pussy, his thick cock was caught in my pussy and it was pulling my pussy flesh back and forth, well beyond a reasonable tugging.

While I was in terrible pain, the man didn't seem to notice that at all.

He was so busy fucking my pussy, that he didn't seem to pay any attention to my pussy.

I tried to distract myself. I tried to concentrate on all sorts of other things. I was concentrating on the way that his hairy chest was pressing down my well-formed breasts and making my tender, pink nipples itch from the woolly contact.

And I was also concentrating on the way that his balls were slapping against the tender and pale flesh that was on the inside of my thighs.

He continued to ram back and forth inside of me and eventually I could feel a change in my pussy slit that was taking place in spite of the brutality of the man.

While his cock kept on rubbing against the delicate flesh there was an increased amount of moisture in my pussy. There was also some movement in my pussy.

The liquid was growing in my slit and it was helping to lubricate the movement of the monk's thick cock. Soon, he was no longer pulling on my flesh.

And the flesh around my slit was growing spongy and thick with the juices that were oozing out of my body. As that spongy quality increased, I could feel the way that my pussy flesh was pulling on his hard cock and making it more difficult for him.

Soon, he was no longer able to ram his cock in and out of me very fast. He was shoving and thrusting it hard and viciously as he went.

But he still seemed like he was oblivious to me. He slammed all the way into me and I could feel the movement of his testicles as they rolled up toward his body in their hairy sacs and seemed to be sending their load of hot cock juice into his thick prick.

Then the base of his prick thickened so much that it spread out the lips of my pussy. I could feel the juice that was traveling up the length of his cock.

When his cock head flared out and shot a load of the flaming gism, I could feel a hot satisfaction that seemed to be growing inside of my own body as my pussy flesh collapsed.

Grunting out loud, I turned my head to the side. I was right on the verge of having an orgasm, despite all the crudeness of my bound position in that dank dungeon.

But, as soon as his cock had shot out the first load of gism, the monk slid his thick joint out of my slit and allowed it to shoot out the rest of its sticky load all over the front of my body. There was cock juice splattered on my breasts and in my pussy hairs.

Ludovic shook his thick cock and the last few remaining drops landed on my wrinkled pussy lips. The lips of my cunt quivered as if they were trying to drink up the liquid that was spilling onto them so casually.

But by that time, the curly-haired monk was on the floor next to the rack and he was saying, "You may go next, Brother Dominic!"

"Thank you!" the tall man with the blonde hair and beard said.

Then he unchained my left leg. I was looking forward to the prospect that he wanted to unchain me completely so that I could be free to move around, but I was to be disappointed in that hope.

He lifted my left leg up into the air. When I looked at the end of the rack I realized that there were two poles at that end of the rack, so it was possible for the man to tie my legs up high over the level of the rest of my body.

Although I was prepared for him to pull my left leg straight up so that he could tie it to a high point on the left pole, I was not prepared for what he did have in mind.

He pulled my left leg around so that he could attach it to a high point on the right pole. That left my body contorted in a strange position so that my upper torso was still lying flat, with my shoulder blades against the table top, but my hips were turned onto their sides.

Dominic looked at the curly-haired monk who was wiping his cock off, and he said, "I don't wish to use the same hole that you used."

"Be my guest," Ludovic said. "I don't care what you use on the wench."

My eyes were wide as I listened to the conversation. Apparently nobody felt that I was worth listening to and nobody cared how I felt about what was done.

Dominic pressed his cock against my bottom hole and I cried out, "Y-you can't!"

He pulled on my hair and pulled my head back as he said, "You little wench, you are not in any position to tell me what I can and cannot do!"

I was frightened. But I knew that I had to speak up, even if it meant getting in more trouble. "P-please!" I cried. "I meant that ... it's so big. You couldn't possibly fit it all in...."

"I can do anything that I want!" the monk spat out.

It seemed that I had gone from the frying pan into the fire. This monk was just as unpleasant as Ludovic had been, if not even more unpleasant.

He rubbed the broad head of his cock up and down against the crack of my ass hole. Then he pushed it in when he found the tiny anal opening-that was locked so tightly.

Pulling back from there, I felt a new intrusion. He had spit on his fingers and then pressed one of his fingers into the tight confines of my ass hole.

He was working that finger moistly around in my bottom hole and I could feel him pulling at the flesh of my anal knot and stretching it out.

I looked over at him and saw that, he was spitting into his palm and then running his palm back and forth over the length of his rigid tool.

He pressed the wet head of his cock against my anal opening and I could feel the lubrication that he had place there working. His cock head was sliding across the flesh.

But despite the lubrication, he was still pulling me wide apart and it was a very painful ordeal that I was going through as he worked his cock head into my bottom hole.

Then he succeeded and managed to get the head of his huge thing into my ass hole. I could feel him working the rest of it in a little at a time.

His technique was very different from the one that Brother Ludovic used. Dominic pushed a little bit of his cock into my ass and then when he felt the pressure of his cock pulling at the flesh that was around my bottom hole, he would pull back just the tiniest bit so that he would help me to relax my muscles.

Then he would be able to push his cock into my bottom hole and work it forward a little further, before having to pull back a little bit once more.

In that slow but sure way, he managed to get the entire length of his cock all the way into my ass hole. I was amazed when I could feel his balls against the backs of my thighs.

That meant that he had managed to get his whole thick cock into my bottom hole and I really had not believed that such a thing was possible.

And yet, my poor anal opening was being stretched well beyond a reasonable point. I was sure that he had ripped something inside of me and that I would never be able to tighten my sphincter again after the ordeal was over.

It was when I thought of that last phrase that a terrifying thought occurred to me. What if the ordeal did not end? I had said that I might be permanently scarred after the ordeal was over, and yet, was there any end in sight?

The options that were facing me as the man was pressing his cock into my bottom hole are the same options which face me now. And they are not very cheerful.

I could leave the convent and starve to death with the other peasants through the winter.

Or I could stay in the convent and service all the monks whenever they wished to have my services.

There is a reason why I make a point of saying that my options remain the same this morning. It is because I got up the nerve to talk to the cardinal this morning.

When I was bowing out of his chambers, after having served his breakfast, I paused and said, "Your worship, may I be permitted to ask you something?"

"What is it?" he snapped, stuffing a muffin in his mouth.

"I know that I was employed here to serve your needs, and I am wondering if the monks may ... if the monks are permitted to...."

He didn't let me finish the sentence. He glared at me from his throne and snarled, "You are employed here, girl! I have no other use for you than the preparation of my food. Any monk here is your master and they may command you to perform any duty they wish!"

"Thank you, your worship," I said as I bowed out of the room.

As soon as I had left his chambers, I realized that I was weeping. I thought that I had forgotten how to weep. I know that I wept when the first two or three members of my family died of the plague, but that was a long time ago.

When it became a routine matter of burying the members of my family, one after the other, I never bothered to weep. I was too occupied with other matters.

And then, when the plague was over and I realized that I was a survivor, I faced the prospect of starving to death on the bleak landscape that was the ruin of my homeland.

When that happened I did not weep.

And even when the cardinal forced me to give him my virginity and used to whip on me to stir my blood even further, I did not weep.

It was only when I realized that all of the monks in the place were able to brutalize my body at will and that I would have to face day after day without relief from the horror that I finally broke down and wept. I could not see any way out of the dilemma!

Last night, while Dominic was fucking my bottom hole, the third monk, the one with the boyish looks and the smooth chest, mounted the front of the table and began to press his thick cock head against the lips of my pussy.

It was not difficult for this other monk, Brother Casper, to shove his cock into my pussy slit. My cunt was already wet from the cum that Brother Ludovic had shot into me.

So, Brother Casper had his cock shoved all the way up my pussy, while Brother Ludovic had his cock up my ass. They were both shoving in and out of my body.

There were times when I could feel them both pushing into me and one thick cock was hitting against the tender membrane that was all the way inside of my ass, while the other thick cock was hitting at the membrane that was at the deepest point in my pussy.

It was as if they were slapping together inside of my body and I felt certain that the dual pressure on both sides of that membrane was going to bore a hole right in the middle of my body.

While they were doing that, Brother Ludovic was running his fist over the length of his hard pole and getting it even harder once again.

I had three different monks filling up three different holes of my body!

When I felt the cock that was shoved up my pussy pulsating with hot juices, I could feel the throbbing response in my pussy flesh that was pulling on the cock with spasms.

As that was happening, I suddenly realized that when my pussy spasmed, my bottom hole also spasmed at the same time. That was tugging and pulling on the hard cock that was ramming into that hole. I suppose that was the reason why the monk who was fucking my ass hole slammed all the way into me and began to cum as well.

With all of the flaming juice that was shooting into my body, Ludovic shoved his cock all the way down my throat and I could feel it shooting load after load of dripping gism into me.

The thick white liquid was drooling from my lips as he continued to cum.

Then, I was left lying there, my legs spread with my left leg up in the air, my arms still chained to the top of the rack, as the three monks pulled out of my body and got off of the top of the rack to wipe themselves off.

They were all pretending that I wasn't even there, except for Casper, the youngest of the three, who smiled at me and whispered, "It was very nice." But he turned away from me, frightened that the other brothers might see that he was speaking to me.

That was the ordeal that I went through. I am writing this in a reclining position because I cannot even sit down on my battered bottom and I find it hard to stand up due to the terrible fuckings that I received last night.

I wonder if there is any hope for me. Now that those three monks have used my body so brutally, I do not know what will come next.

Will they ask me to service all of the men here? Will they use all of the holes of my body until they are no good anymore? And then what will they do to me?

Now, I am beginning to understand why they did not have any lock on my door. It is impossible for me to keep the men out of here.

Although I was hired to be the cook for the cardinal, my duties around this terrible place that hides behind the mask of religion, are certainly sexual!

By day I serve the food, by night I serve cocks.

I know better than to think that I or anyone here, serves God.

CHAPTER SIX

My hand is shaking as I write this. I have just witnessed the ruination of a beautiful virgin and the terrible loss of my own virginity seemed even worse when seen with these new eyes.

The cardinal is such a despicable man. But he has so much power that it is impossible for me to even think of doing anything against him.

I keep this journal hidden carefully for fear that it will be found. Simply saying that the cardinal is a bad man would be enough to get me convicted and undoubtedly burned at the stake.

But, as I said before, this journal is my only friend. I know that I do not dare to speak the words aloud, even when I am alone in a room, for fear that someone will be nearby to hear me. But I can confide in this journal.

When I finished serving the cardinal's dinner, Brother Ludovic came into the chamber and said, "There is a certain party who is waiting for your worship."

"She can wait. It will make her even more nervous," the cardinal snapped.

I withdrew from the room and knew that they were talking about Isabella, the sister of the unfortunate Conrad Doffel. When I had cleared the plates from his dinner, I went back to my pantry so that I could spy on the scene through my secret hole in the wall.

Patience was required. Apparently the cardinal decided that the girl should be made to wait for him. I imagined the nervous anticipation with which the girl was filled because I was so nervous for her, simply up at the shelves, looking through at the empty room.

Finally, Isabella was led into the room. She looked like she was going to a funeral. She was wearing all black and her shimmering black hair was pulled back in a knot.

The cardinal came in through the other door and looked at the girl. Then he walked around her just as if he were examining a prize cow that he was going to buy.

"Let down your hair, girl," he snapped in a commanding way.

She did not move. She turned to him calmly and asked, "Why do you want my hair down?"

"It is clear that you do not understand your role here, Isabella," the man snarled.

The girl was silent. She did not even move her eyes to signify that she was responding to the man's remark. It was clear that she was not going to make it easy for him.

He continued, "I am going to give the commands and you are going to follow them explicitly. You are not going to ask me any questions. You are here to obey."

Then he came right up to the girl and barked in her face, "Is that understood?"

Isabella did not even blink as she said, "Yes, your grace."

"Take down your hair!" he screamed in the same vicious voice that he had used.

The girl complied, slowly and with dignity. Her long black hair fell down her back. The man seemed satisfied that she had done that.

In a mean hiss, he said, "Now strip naked!"

Isabella was very methodical about taking her clothes off. During the entire process she did not even look at the man. She was trying hard to be strong and I could see that her expressionless face was beginning to blush slightly as she peeled her chemise down.

When she stood naked, I saw that she was even more beautiful than I had remembered her being. Her breasts and her hips were very well-curved and broad. She had large round circles of pink flesh around her nipples and her great breasts were standing up firm and proud.

The cardinal pulled his robes off and stood naked next to the girl. He came very close to her and said, "I want you down on your knees in front of me. You're going to do some praying!"

Without reacting, the girl fell to her knees and realized that she was looking right at the cardinal's erect member that was waving in her face.

"You dare to come into this room with that damned haughty attitude of yours?" the cardinal snarled at the girl. "I shall teach you one or two lessons!"

The girl remained silent as she knelt before the man. Then he hissed, "I want you to beg for the use of my cock! I want you to plead with me and tell me how much you want to suck my cock!"

After a pause, Isabella spoke in a clear and strong voice as she said, "Sir, I will attempt to comply with all of your instructions to me, however, I do not know how to beg."

Just as she came to the end of the sentence, the cardinal smacked her sharply across her face. She was stunned by the movement and she reached up to protect herself.

But then the man kicked her down onto the floor. As he held one foot on her body, squashing her breasts down, he shouted, "I shall teach you how to beg!"

When he turned away from the girl, she slowly started to get up from the floor. But, before she had even managed to pull herself up to a sitting position, he was back with some shackles. He pulled her hands behind her back and chained them together.

Then he tugged the chains up and attached it to a metal collar that he placed around her neck. The girl's hands were tugged up as far as they could go behind her back.

Pushing her head down to the floor with his foot on the back of her neck,-I could see that her bottom was a perfect target for his wrath.

Her fleshy cheeks were quivering with anticipation, but the girl was hardly prepared for the vicious slashing of the whip that sliced across her bottom.

Isabella screamed out as the whip ripped into her flesh. The cardinal laughed and said, "I knew that I would be able to break through that veneer of yours!"

After the whip had sliced through her another time, he snapped, "Now will you beg to suck on my thick cock? Now will you say it?"

She was silent until the whip whistled through the air again and slapped hard against her bottom. Then she called.out, "Yes! I want to have it! I want to do what you said!"

I could tell that even that statement was hard for the girl. She had been careful the previous day not to make any direct references to sex or to parts of the body.

But the man was not satisfied with that. The whip ripped at her bottom once more and the man said, "Tell me what you want to do and make me believe that you really need it!"

"I want to ... suck on your...." She was panting hard and the whip had slashed through her bottom before she managed to finish that sentence and scream out, "Cock!"

"Now really beg me!" he said, pressing her body down into the floor with three more lashes of the whip that set fire to the girl's delicate bottom.

"I beg you!" she screamed, hysterically. "I beg you to let me suck on your big cock!

Please let me suck on your big cock!"

There were tears streaming down her face and she was sobbing terribly by that time. It had not taken the man a long time to break the spirit of the girl.

Grabbing her long black hair, he pulled her head up and pulled her back into her kneeling position so that her face was on a level with his hard cock.

"Fine!" he snapped. "I shall let you suck on it!"

Before she even knew what was happening, the man was pushing his cock head between her lips. She was struggling to get away from the monster, but since he was holding the back of her throat, she could not.

The poor girl was making gagging sounds that indicated that she was choking. The man kept pushing forward against her until she was down on the floor and he was on top of her face.

He was holding onto her hair and pushing his thick thing in and out of her face as he bounced up and down. I could see that the girl was struggling beneath him.

Her legs were waving about, but she was not capable of getting away since her hands were bound behind her back with the heavy chains.

Meanwhile, the wicked cardinal was sliding in and out of her face. I could see his bottom cheeks as he kept on bouncing up and down and working his cock in and out of her mouth.

Each time that he pushed into her, his cheeks clasped together tightly. Then, each time that he pulled back out of her, his cheeks relaxed a little bit in preparation for the next thrust.

The girl was helpless. Since I didn't hear any more choking sounds from her, I figured that she might have suffocated under the weight of his body slamming into her face.

But, soon, the man pulled off the girl and slapped her in the face with his thick cock as he said, "You're not very good at that, are you?"

I could see that her face was streaked with tears and I could even see that there was some of the sticky white moisture that was on the side of her mouth.

The man got down on his back on the black marble floor and said, "In that case we will have to push on to the important matter at hand, the taking of your virginity."

Isabella was trying to regain some of her original dignity as she tossed her head back in an effort to make her long hair look neat.

Her voice was soft but firm as she said, "And then you will release my brother and his beloved from your prison?"

"Once I have taken your virginity I shall make plans to get them out of the prison immediately and I can promise you that the results will take place within a day or two."

"In that case," Isabella said. "You may do as you wish. To show my love for my brother I am even willing to risk my eternal soul."

"Will you be silent about such idiocy!" the cardinal said to the girl.

Lying on his back and stroking his thick cock, he looked her over and said, "I am going to have a special bit of fun with you. Just because you have been so haughty about this whole thing, I am going to force you to take your own virginity."

"To take my own?" she asked, horrified by the pictures that were evoked by the remark.

He nodded and said, "It would be simple for you to lie there bound up while I pressed my weight down on you and shoved my cock into your virgin slit, but I am not going to make it that easy."

She looked at her reflection in the black marble floor as she said, "What must I do?"

Playing with his thickened tool, he said, "Sit on this!"

The girl tried to lift herself up, but her bound hands made that very difficult. The man interrupted the proceedings so that he could unchain her hands.

Then Isabella was completely free as she moved over to the man's crotch and said, "I-I'm not at all sure what I have to do or h-how to go about this."

She was working so hard to maintain her dignity in the undignified situation that I almost had the feeling that she knew that she was being watched.

The man was still stroking on his hard prick as he said, "Squat over my body!"

Isabella spread her legs and sat over the man's body. Then he said, "Touch my cock!"

Slowly and hesitantly she reached down for the cock. It would be the first time that she would ever feel it with her hands. As soon as her fingers touched the hard thing, she pulled away.

"What's wrong with you now?" the cardinal complained to the girl.

"It's hot," she said in a very soft and somewhat embarrassed voice.

"Of course it is hot!" he snarled. "I'm excited and I'm ready for sex!"

"But, it feels like a stove. It felt like it would burn me."

Before she could say anything else, the man had grabbed her hand and had pulled it so that it was around his thick prick. Then he said, "Now put the head of my hard thing up against the slit of your pussy and begin to work it into you."

Squatting over the man's cock, the virgin began to press the moist and thick head of his cock against the slit of her pussy. But then she pulled away quickly.

The man was on top of her in an instant and he was slapping her and beating her around the face and shoulders as he said, "What do you mean by toying with me? How dare you pull away?"

"I-I'm frightened!" she admitted as she burst into tears.

"Then I shall give you something even more frightening!" the man said in a low and nasty growl.

He was pressing down on top of her body and she could not move at all. His face was just a matter of inches from hers, but he was shouting and screaming at her anyway.

"You are going to do what I told you to do!" he barked. "I am going to lie on my back and you are going to work my cock into your pussy!

"It is possible that you might fail in doing that. But, if you should fail in doing that I shall send you down to the dungeon with some of our more skillful monks and they will cut your nipples off! Do you understand all that I am telling you?"

The girl was too terrified to reply, so the man simply spat, "Good!"

When he rolled onto his back and held his stiff cock up in the air, the girl obediently followed him to that spot and spread her legs over his cock.

Taking his cock in her hand, she pressed the hard head of it against her pussy lips and then spread her wrinkled lips with her fingers so that she could get it in.

A moment later and she knew that she had the thick prick firmly lodged inside of the confines of her slit. She began to wriggle back and forth and to push herself down onto the pole.

From the look that was on her face a minute or so after that, I could tell that the cock was pressing against the delicate flesh in her body that was her virginity.

"Well," the cardinal chuckled. "What are you waiting for?"

Isabella shut her eyes and swallowed hard. It looked like she was praying and considering all that the girl had said and done up to that point, she probably was.

Then I saw her stomach being sucked in very hard and fast and then I saw the swift movement as she impaled her pussy on the thick cock.

She cried out as she felt the cock ripping right into her and slicing through her virginity. But as I watched I could see that her rounded bottom cheeks, still bruised from the whipping that she had received, were pressing down against the cardinal's balls.

"Now do it! Really do it!" the cardinal cried out in a cruel voice.

The girl looked down at him as she whimpered, "H-how? How do I ... do it?"

"Slide up and down on that pole!" he commanded. "That's what it's for!"

The girl's face was soon contorted with pain as she began to pull up on the pole. She could feel the pressure of the thickness that was inside of her slit.

Then she was quickly sliding down on it. That was followed by a swift movement as the cardinal grabbed her hips and began to pull and push her up and down.

Isabella was shivering all over as she felt her inexperienced pussy being ripped apart by the thick cock that was quickly moving in and out of her hole.

Then the man was sitting up and pushing her backwards. As he continued to roll forward, the girl's legs were pushed up over her shoulders and she was soon resting on her back.

Only her shoulder blades were touching the floor of the room. Her bottom and her pussy were up in the air as the man on top of her was sliding quickly in and out of her newly drilled hole with his thick prong.

I could see his firmly muscled ass that was bouncing up and down as he worked his cock in and out of her slit. Then I watched as the cheeks of his bottom tightened together.

That was the signal that he had shoved the full length of his cock all the way into the girl's delicate slit and that he was about to shoot his load.

In another second the girl was crying out in agony. I imagined that the cum was shooting into her slit that had already been ripped up by the cock and bloodied due to the loss of her virginity.

He pulled out of her slowly and then stood up as he said, "Get dressed and get out of here."

For a long time, I felt that I shouldn't bother watching the scene anymore. She was getting dressed slowly as if she were having trouble moving due to the combination of her recent loss of virginity and of the whipping that she had been through.

He was getting dressed also and they were each looking away from the other, trying to ignore the other one due to the mutual embarrassment that they shared in that moment.

But, when the girl was completely dressed, she paused and cleared her throat to get the man's attention.

"What is it?" he snapped impatiently as he turned to her.

"My brother and Juliana?" she asked softly. "They will be released tomorrow?"

"I told you that I would begin proceedings to get them out of the prison as of tomorrow. It might be tomorrow or it might be the next day."

"Despite all of this...." she began as she bowed to him.

"Get out of here. I do not ever want to see you here again!"

Isabella was right next to the door as she quickly blurted out, "Despite all of this I shall praise your name for having spared my brother's life."

Then he pushed her through the door and told her that he never wanted to see her again. That was the end of that. I could see that the girl was doing a noble job of maintaining her dignity.

My heart was really going out to the abused girl and all that she had been through. As I went down from my perch where I had viewed all of the proceedings, I offered a silent prayer of thanks that the whole incident with the Doffel family was over and that Conrad would be released.

It was very strange. I had never dealt with any of these three people personally, except for the few words that I said to the girl, Isabella, as I passed her in the hallway. But, even she did not know who I was and did not know my name. I am sure that she never could have guessed that I was so intimately acquainted with her circumstances.

And yet, all three of these people, Conrad, Juliana and Isabella, were somehow close to me. I had watched their impending disaster and now that I saw the situation coming to its conclusion I was very relieved.

What a strange new morning "this is! It feels like a year since I wrote the last installment in this journal. Last night I had a visitor and everything seems to have changed because of his visit. Everything has been switched around.

I do not dare say that everything is better, for there is an impending doom that is hanging over this place. On the other hand, I now have someone I can speak to and that is a prize that I shall cherish very dearly.

Of the three monks who had attacked me on the rack the previous night, the only one who had been gentle with me was the youngest of the three, Casper.

There was a knock on my door when I was already in bed and when I got up to see who it was I saw that it was Brother Casper.

"It's late. What do you want?" I snapped at him.

"May I come in?" he asked me in a very sweet and gentle manner.

I looked at him, somewhat surprised by the tone that he was using with me, and then I said, "You know that if you wanted to, you could force your way in here. As for me I do not want you in here. I just want to sleep."

Shaking his head, he stepped away from the door and said, "I don't want to force my way in."

He had already turned away from the door to leave when I called out, "Wait."

When he looked at me and I saw the moisture that was in his large eyes, I said, "Come in. I would like you to come in to ... visit."

"Thank you," he mumbled when he came into my apartment. Then when he was inside, he added, "I appreciate this. There is so little ... pleasantness around this place."

"I know that very well," I said, sitting down on the one cracked chair that I have.

When I looked at him and realized that he was still standing, I moved to the bed and I offered him the chair. He sat and thanked me, then saying, "I wanted to come here. I felt so awful all during the day because of what we did last night."

"It seemed like it was standard treatment for the females around here," I snapped.

After a pause, he said, "Perhaps it is. But it is not standard treatment for ... I mean, I am not used to dealing with women in that way. I am not used to dealing with people in that way and I felt that you ... were not used to being treated that way."

I felt a blush coming to my cheeks. After all of the brutality and humiliation that I had been through in the previous few days, I was shocked by the fact that I could still blush.

Then he touched my hand and said, "I felt that you were a special girl."

Turning away from him, I said, "I never before was ... I mean, I was always a good girl. I came from a very good family, but all of them were lost in the plague."

"Isn't it strange which people the disease chose to take and which it did not," he mumbled.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking for an answer in his moist eyes.

"You are here because of the people who died of the plague and I am here because of the people who did not die of the plague," he said, "Does that mean that you are new here? I don't understand."

Nodding his head, he said, "I just came here a month ago. I am the third son of a royal family. As you may know, the first son gets the title, the second son goes into the diplomatic service and the third son is sent to the priesthood.

"My two older brothers were both sick during the great illness that spread in our land. I would never wish ill upon them, they are both decent men, but when they were ill my family lavished the best of care on me because they felt that I might have to take the title if the two of them died." He began chuckling at that point.

"It is not that I wanted the title," he said, shaking his head. "And it is not that I wanted to deprive either of my brothers of their proper spots in life. It was simply the fact that I did not want to enter the priesthood."

"Your family forced you to come here?" I asked the man.

He nodded and said, "And as it turns out I hate it even more than I thought I would. The one thing that I miss most of all is tenderness."

"Tenderness?" I asked. Since coming here it had been a word missing from my vocabulary.

He looked into my eyes as he said, "Since the church has a precept against sex the one thing that is missing is tenderness. The people will not do without sex! That would be nonsense. We all have sexual desires and denying them would make us burst.

"But since they try to fulfill their desires, while still denying them as much as possible, they must make all sexual encounters mean and ugly."

By the time that he had finished saying what he had, I was weeping terribly. He grabbed me in his arms and he was planting kisses all over my face and my neck.

When I looked into his eyes I saw that he was weeping also. I began to laugh and I said, "Why are you crying, Casper?"

"It just feels so good! It feels so good to be with you and to be holding you!"

"Sleep with me!" I said. "I was a virgin such a short time ago, but now ... now, despite everything else that I have done, I have not had a man sleep with me."

"I will hold you close in my arms all through the night," he whispered in my ear.

He was stripped naked in a flash, revealing his handsome young body as he said, "I do not want to be a monk. We will ignore my clerical clothes on the floor."

As he climbed into my bed and took me in his arms, we kept on kissing. In between the kisses, I told him all about my life and he told me about his life.

We were so different, but so similar in many ways.

"Even among themselves the monks seem so suspicious and unfriendly," I said. "How is it that they were willing to take you along when they attacked me?"

"There are many here who would be friendly with me," Casper said. "My family is wealthy. My wealth is nothing compared to that of my two older brothers, but they were careful to see that I had sufficient funds so that I would be popular in .the monastery."

I laughed as I said, "If I had money like that I would not stay here."

"No! I couldn't go back to my family. They want me here and they...."

"If I had money like that I would get a farm and work on it. I would lead a good life. Although I would have no titles and no powerful positions, no one would be mean to me and I would not be asked to be mean to other people!"

He started to look at the ceiling as he said, "I have always hated the noble life."

I really didn't know what he was talking about as he muttered, "But I wonder if I have the nerve to do it."

"What are you talking about, Casper?" I asked him.

Turning back to me quickly, he said, "Would you come away with me? Would you?

Did you mean what you said about working on a farm and making a good life?"

"Have you gone mad?" I shouted out, shocked by his wild suggestion.

Shaking his head, he said, "I have not gone mad. I am just beginning to see the sane way!"

"Sane? What do you propose to do?" I asked him.

"Don't you understand?" he asked, sitting up in bed and looking at me. "I will do just what you have suggested I should do. I will leave here.

"My family wants me out of the way, that is why they want me to follow the religious life. But, why should it matter to them if I live the life of a farmer?

"I will be out of their way and they will not even know of my existence. It will just be me and my wife and our little farm."

"Our farm?" I asked. As I said the words, I could feel the flesh on the back of my neck rising up and I could feel the moisture that was filling my eyes.

His lips met mine and he said, "I have never met any girl who was so wonderfully unspoiled and pure as you are, Martina."

I pulled away from him and said, "How can you call me pure when I have been through...."

But he brought his fingers up to my lips as he said, "Do you forget? I was there when Ludovic and Dominic were raping you. I have seen everything.

"And yet, in my eyes you are a virgin. In my eyes you are pure and you will always remain so."

Whispering in his ear, I said, "For all that I have done, I have never made love. That is the final virginity that I possess. Make love to me, Casper."

He began to lick my ear as he said, "I want to make love to you, but we must make plans to leave here soon. I want to leave before the cardinal has finished his breakfast."

"Why should that matter?" I laughed, tilting my head.

Shaking his head and looking very somber, Casper said, "I am to take charge of an execution tomorrow morning and I do not like that notion at all."

"I can understand that," I said, looking away from him and sorry that the depressing subject had to come up.

"The thing that really disturbs me is that it is a beautiful young couple and their only crime was following the course that nature set for them. He has gotten her pregnant and now they are to be burned at the stake as soon

"It is not Conrad and Juliana!" I cried out, wishing to make my statement true.

"Do you know the two of them?" he asked me, curious about my reaction.

"But the cardinal must have changed that order! He must have!" I exclaimed.

The man was stroking my arm, trying to calm me down. But I pulled away from him and asked, "When was the last time that you heard from the cardinal?"

"Actually, the order for the execution came down just before I came here to your room. That was the thing that made me come here. I was so upset over that."

"That's impossible," I shouted. "He gave his promise. He made that poor girl ... Oh, God, be merciful upon all of our souls! The cardinal took the girl's virginity and promised that he would not execute her brother, but now he has gone back on the promise!"

"You must explain what you are talking about, Martina!" the man insisted.

I sat on the bed and tried to piece together the story from the beginning. I told Casper about the hole in the wall that was in the back of my cupboards. I then told him about the way that I had used the hole to spy on the cardinal's chamber.

Then I described the way that the Conrad

Doffel incident had progressed.

When I had first seen the slightly pregnant Juliana, I felt sorry for her as she was tortured and forced to reveal the name of her lover.

After that I watched as the cardinal tortured Juliana and Conrad into exciting him by telling the details of their sexual encounter.

And finally, I saw Conrad's devout and virgin sister, Isabella, as she came to plead for the man's life. She was forced to lose her virginity to the brutal cardinal in order to save her brother's life. But, apparently the cardinal had lied to her.

When I had told the entire story to Casper, he snarled, "The cardinal is even more evil than I had suspected. It is a shame that a man like that walks the earth."

I looked into Casper's eyes and I said, "I have never met Juliana and Conrad. They do not know that I exist. I only spoke one sentence in passing to Isabella. And yet, I know that I could not live with myself if I did not do something for them."

Casper held me tight and said, "I knew that you were pure. It does not matter how much sexual abuse you have been through. You have a pure heart and you are filled with more religious goodness than that wicked cardinal has seen in his entire life!"

Sighing softly, I moaned.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I had to end my last entry where I did. There was no more time for writing then. I knew that I had many things that needed to be prepared for that morning.

Now I am writing this as we are settling into a little inn that is along the road. But, more on that later. There is a story to be told here.

That morning when Casper left my apartment, I went to prepare the cardinal's breakfast. It was very strange that the two of us were the ones around whom the execution revolved. Casper was in charge of the prisoners and I was in charge of the cardinal's food.

Since the cardinal never liked to have his meals disturbed, his instructions had been explicit. The execution would take place immediately following his breakfast.

Prior to his meal, I scraped some of the paint from the wall in my bed chamber. Casper had explained that the paint that was used in the place contained lead, which was very poisonous if it was consumed and it contained some other terrible things that were used for coloring.

Grinding the paint up into a fine powder was simple enough. I put a bit of it on the tip of my tongue and I found that it had a bitter taste which was quite strong.

Hiding that taste in the food would be difficult, but I was known as a splendid cook and I knew that the effort was not beyond me.

Then I hit upon another plan which proved even more effective. But, more on that later.

At the time that I served the cardinal his meal, I knew that the young couple was being paraded through the town in advance of their torturous deaths.

But I knew that they were safe as long as the cardinal was not present. The execution would not take place without the cardinal there.

When he had finished about half of his meal, I entered his chambers and stood there.

"How dare you enter before I ring for you!" he snarled viciously.

Standing up tall and proud in front of him, I said, "There is something that I must tell you, your worship."

"I do not need any information from kitchen help," he hissed as he stuffed another sausage in his mouth.

"I beg you to listen to me," I said in a sweet and melodious voice.

"What is this all about, anyway?" he sneered.

"Poison!"

He stopped where he was and looked into my eyes. Then he reached for the cord that would summon one of his aides. But I raised my hand as I said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"What is going on here? I have never been spoken to by a...."

"I am the one who has the antidote to the poison!" I said in a calm tone.

Stepping down from his throne, he said, "If you have poisoned me, you will be tortured to a slow death!"

My expression was absolutely rigid as I said, "That will not do you any good. In less than an hour you will be dead, your worship."

When he made a grab for me, I ducked away and said, "And if you attempt to call anyone to help you, then you will never get the antidote. I know about your tortures and I know that they take time. You will not be able to get that information from me within the hour."

"What do you want?" he asked, his voice cracking with fear.

"I want the life of Conrad Doffel and Juliana!" I said in a flat tone.

"What are they to you? Why do you care about them that you would risk your life? That you would risk my life?" he shouted, becoming a little hysterical.

I was still perfectly calm as I said, "They are decent human beings and that is a lot more than I can say for you, you lowly weasel!"

It was truly delightful calling the cowering cardinal a lowly weasel, and I was enjoying my moment of glory to the utmost as he sank to his knees and begged, "Please! I promise!"

"You promise?" I laughed. "The way that you promised that poor Isabella Doffel that you would spare her brother if she allowed herself to be defiled by you?"

His mouth feel open as he said, "H-how do you know about that?"

I ignored his question and said, "And now, the very morning after you did that to the girl, you have arranged for the horrible execution of her brother and his beloved!"

"It's a mistake. They are not to be executed this morning!" he cried out.

Looking down at the shivering man, I snapped, "Are you prepared to tell those lies to St. Peter when you get to the gates of heaven? Are you prepared to answer for the virgins you have ruined in the time that you have represented him here on earth?"

He was weeping hysterically as he said, "I don't want to die!"

"Of course you don't want to die, you scum! You know that your black soul would go straight to the gates of hell and that Satan himself would reject your company!"

"The antidote! Give me the antidote!" he screamed out, pleadingly.

"Can you feel your stomach tightening up, cardinal?" I asked in a sly way.

He reached for his stomach and said, "Yes! It is tightening up!"

Shaking with fear as he was, I brought a quill and paper to him and said, "I want you to write a document releasing Conrad and Juliana and forgiving them for their crimes. I will dictate it." As I moved away I said, "And don't try any games with me. I know how to read."

"Dictate it then! Quickly," he cried out, as he leaned on the floor to write.

When I had finished carefully wording the document So that the two of them could go free and marry without any swords hanging over their heads, I gave the cardinal one other piece of paper and I said, "I want you to write out a letter of transit for Martina Hohauser and Casper Josephs."

"What?" he exclaimed. "Do you mean to tell me that Brother Casper is in on this?"

"Write!" I said, and the frightened cardinal did.

When he had finished that second document and pressed his seal down on it, he said, "Now that I've done that, give me the antidote quickly."

"There is still a little time. Now that you are on the floor you might as well do something for me."

He watched as I raised up my skirt and revealed my moist pussy slit. But he was shaking with fear as he said, "How can you think of a thing like that at a time like...."

"Shut up, you pig!" I snorted. It was delightful giving him back the abuse that I had received.

"Wait! What if you have no intention of ever giving me that antidote!" he said, his eyes growing wider as he spoke and his breathing becoming very irregular.

"Eat my pussy, cardinal!" I snarled. "And do it good if you want the antidote!"

He pressed his lips lightly against my pussy slit and then I said, "I want you naked."

As he thrust his tongue out of his mouth and began to push it against my cunt flesh, he did not make any attempt to take his clothes off.

I kicked him in the chin and said, "I told you to strip naked, pig!"

"I-I'm a dying man!" the cardinal cried hysterically.

"And you are also a shoddy bully. You are able to bully virgins as long as you have the upper hand, but you can't stand up like a man when you are faced with a dilemma. That is why you choose to hide behind the safety of the church. Now, strip naked, cardinal!"

Slowly, he pulled his robes off, and I said, "You'd better do that faster!"

He understood the inference and was soon completely naked with his beautiful robes scattered on the floor. Then his face was up against my pussy and I said, "You can't have the antidote until I have had an orgasm on your tongue!"

Although the man was shocked and horrified at the prospect of what I was telling him to do, he slid his tongue up along one side of my pussy lips and then down the other side.

Then, pressing his tongue into my slit, he began to work it around and around, anxiously pressing it against all of the different sides of my cunt flesh.

Pushing his tongue forward and thrusting it as deep into my pussy as he could, he began to pull it back out and then thrust it in with a quick tempo to his movements.

I could feel a chill through my body in reaction to the fucking thrusts of the cardinal's anxious tongue. He was degraded, naked on his knees, and I was feeling wonderful.

At that time it was simply a question of the rest of my plan Working out. If it had not worked out as it did I would not be here writing this.

When I knew that his tongue was as deep up my pussy as he could get it, I grabbed onto his hair and held his head firmly in place so that he was nearly choking on my pussy flesh. Then I began to ride back and forth on his tongue.

I could feel the moist mouth muscle as it slid over my pussy flesh and excited me.

Then I pushed my body very tight against his face and I could feel the flesh around my pussy collapsing around the invading tongue and holding the mouth muscle captive in its clinging clutches as it began to spasm wildly.

Finally, I pulled free of the man's face and I adjusted my clothes. He was gasping for breath and there was pussy juice that was dripping from his lips.

When he was lying on the floor, he cried out, "I can feel my stomach contracting!"

Pretending to be in a great hurry, I said, "Do not move! This is a crucial time!"

Then I rushed from the chamber and in less than a minute I was back with a chalky mixture that was .floating in water. It was a little yellowish, sort of a pale color that was similar to the color of my bed chamber walls.

"Drink this whole thing without stopping," I instructed the cardinal.

He grabbed the beaker from me and began to drink. Then he pulled away from it and said, "It has a bitter taste! It tastes terrible."

"I can promise you that it will cure all that is wrong with you!" I said, pushing the beaker back to his lips and urging him to drink the whole thing.

Shutting his eyes and grimacing, he swallowed all of the foul liquid. Then I took the beaker from him and he looked at me for a moment.

Standing up slowly, he said, "Now that I have gotten the cure, you will be the one to die a horrible death, you little kitchen wench."

I remained just where I was as he went to pull the cord that would attract his aides. Just as he pulled the cord, he doubled over with a cramp and looked up at me.

"I forgot to tell you," I said softly. "The cure only works on those who are good of heart!"

He crawled to the doorway, sweat standing out on his brow as he struggled for a breath. Then he screamed out, "Ludovic! I need you, Ludovic!"

As he fell to the floor, I grabbed the two documents that he had written at my insistence. I stuffed them into my skirt and then went to the window so that I could drop the beaker out of it.

Just as I rushed to the cardinal's side, Ludovic came into the door and saw what had happened. He looked at me and then looked at the food on the plate.

Then he turned the cardinal over and rubbed his fingers over the man's lips. When he saw the thick liquid that was by his lips, he looked at me and said, "He was eating your pussy?"

"That is very astute of you," I said.

"Get out of here," the monk said. "We can't have people find him naked with pussy juice on his lips! This man is a cardinal! I mean, this man was a cardinal!"

That was the command that I had been waiting for. As soon as he told me to get out of there, I left as fast as I could and rushed down the stairs of the great palace.

My plan had worked out perfectly. There I was no poison in the food, but the threat of poison had made the cardinal act just as I had wanted him to act.

Aside from giving me the two documents that I needed, he also gave me a wonderful pussy licking which filled me with satisfaction. Aside from the immediate physical satisfaction of having my pussy slit licked and lapped by his tongue, it was good to know that the man was paid back for the abuse that he had heaped upon me and upon a thousand other virgins.

Then, because he was so frightened of the poison that he thought was in the food he did not question the beaker that I brought him that contained the actual poison.

Thinking that it was the antidote to his poison, he drank it all very quickly and allowed the lead to clog up his body in a very short time.

My guess was right. As soon as the man thought that he had taken the cure, he returned to his old self and he was threatening me once more.

But, my other guess was also right. As soon as Brother Ludovic had seen that I was there with the cardinal and that the cardinal was naked, he chased me away. He assumed that we had been having sex and he didn't want to have any scandal.

No one would even know that I was in the room at the time of the cardinal's death.

And, if anyone might have suspected me and suspected the food of having poisoned him, there was still half a plate of uneaten food by his throne.

Knowing the way that their suspicious minds worked in among the monks, I felt certain that they would test the food. If they had found poisons then I would have been accused. But since the food was not poisoned, there was nothing that would have pointed to me!

As I was running down the stairs I saw Isabella. The beautiful black-haired girl was pushing against two monks and crying out, "I must see the cardinal. He made a promise to me!"

"You can see the cardinal when he goes out in public for this morning's executions!"

When Isabella saw me coming down the steps, she reached out and cried, "Can you help me see the cardinal? Can you get me in to see him?"

Both of the monks laughed when they saw me and they said, "She's only the cook!"

But I walked right past them, ignoring them, and I pulled Isabella's arm as I said, "Come with me. It is important that I talk to you."

My face was expressionless until we had gone out of the building by the side entrance. Then in a soft voice I said, "The cardinal can never hurt you again as long as you live."

"B-but, my brother ... Juliana ... They are going to be executed!" she cried out.

I pulled the reprieve from the cardinal out of my skirt and handed it to the girl."

With her eyes lighting up, she said, "B-but, how did you get this? Why?"

"The cause of goodness has been served. Let's go and tell your brother!"

The two of us ran all the way into the town. It was the first time that I had left the confining monastery since I had entered the place and I realized how much I loved the outdoors.

It was not a terribly harsh winter after all and it seemed that people were surviving. There were farms that had been left in ruins by the plague. But, while nature had been cruel, nature had also provided. There were crops that were coming up wild.

They were certainly not the plentiful crops that we had seen two years earlier, but people were managing to eat. No one was getting fat, but starvation was not as common as it had been in the first days that followed the plague.

Juliana and Conrad were just being tied to the stakes in the town square. I sought out Casper, who was over to the side of the group, watching the proceedings nervously.

When he saw me, he embraced me and said, "I kept waiting. I knew that if you succeeded you would be here and that if you failed one of the cardinal's men would be here to take me away to a stake of my own! I didn't know which it would be!"

"Do you dare to embrace me here where all the people can see?" I asked him softly.

"What do I care?" he said. "I will be rid of this cassock in a short time."

Pulling away from him and moving into the shadows, I said, "We must be careful. The cardinal is dead and we do not want to draw any suspicion upon ourselves."

Then I pulled our letter of transit out of my skirt and handed it to him. His eyes widened as he read it and said, "Not only did you kill the cardinal, but you also managed to get this letter from him. You are a miraculous girl, indeed!"

We turned as we heard the shouts of joy that were coming from the crowd. The executioner was reading the reprieve for the beautiful young couple.

As we watched the executioner untying Conrad and Juliana from their places at their respective stakes, the two of them embraced so tightly that they looked like they were never going to split apart. Standing in the shadows where we were, Casper and I just touched our fingers together.

The crowd, which is usually anxious to see an execution, had been so sympathetic to the two beautiful people and to the crime that they had committed that their cheers kept reaching new crescendos.

Then someone in the crowd called out, "Go on and kiss her!"

Conrad obliged his audience and they screamed their approval. I could see that this was a new Europe that I was in. Many things had changed and I was glad that I was here.

Perhaps the disease had cleansed the place! Indeed, there were still many terrible people who had survived the plague. I did not agree with those who felt that death by the plague was punishment for an evil life. I do believe now that it concerns cleanliness, but that is another story.

There was just a new atmosphere all around. It seemed to be saying that we had all come through a terrible time together and that we were going to make it through anything!

I was truly glad that I was alive and glad that I was in love with Casper, the monk who would take me away from the terrors of the monastery.

But at that time, Casper agreed with me that we should not leave the place yet. He was also afraid that our haste would make us look very suspicious in light of the cardinal's death.

However, when preparations were under way for his funeral, there was no suspicion on anyone. Everyone just seemed glad that he had died.

Ludovic, who was going to be the new cardinal, just wanted to have the old cardinal forgotten as fast as possible. He was making so many changes around the order that the old cardinal's funeral turned out to be a very small and hurried affair.

No one minded. It was all polite and yet no one cried for the man. Even if they had always been afraid to say it in front of him, they all knew what he was.

As the new cardinal, one of the first things that Ludovic did was to tell me that my services were no longer required. Unlike the old cardinal, he was not in need of a private cook in an apartment right next to his own. He would be satisfied to be served what the other monks were served, since they all ate quite well.

I acted very distressed when he told me the news and I asked him what would become of me.

Be informed me that he was running a place of religion and that he was not responsible for every beggar who came along. I left those chambers for the last time and as I turned at the door I said, "Someday a beggar will come along and it will be an angel from the lord in disguise. Remember the way that they came to meet Abraham and asked for food and shelter!"

Ludovic's mouth fell open, but I left before he had a chance to reply to me. Somehow, although I had been through so many horrible episodes, I felt that justice would win in the end and that the Lord would see to it that evil was punished.

In the case of the lecherous cardinal who had deflowered so many virgins, I had been the agent of the Lord in striking him down and saving the beautiful young couple from being burned at the stake. I felt certain that someone would come along to teach Ludovic his lesson now that he was the cardinal.

The fact that I was thrown out made it easier for me to leave right away. Casper came with me and we simply ran off from the convent, leaving the place behind us.

Now we are in an inn on our way to the northern countries. There is something lovely about them. Even the plague seemed to be a little kinder to them and the people, descended from the vicious Vikings, seem to be peaceful.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Is it possible that more than a year has passed since the time that I last wrote in this journal?

Casper and I have been busy day after day. Here in the land of the Danes, they do not care that Casper has no title, They do not care that he comes from a fine family and that he has given up his family in order to marry me and live in bliss.

We are in a quiet community that is very near to the northern border of our own homeland. This farm was left empty and the people of the town were willing to let the two of us buy it from a sort of democratic town council that they had set up.

The entire family that had lived here had been killed by the plague. The first thing that we did when we moved onto the farm was to fix the little family burial plot that is behind the house. Somehow that was important to us.

Since Casper has given up his family and since I lost my family and left them all buried far to the south, we both wanted to adopt the family that is buried in this idyllic spot.

Although we never knew the people and have no idea what they looked like, we know their names and come out to the little graves to place flowers there.

There is quite a bit of land around the house. We have hired some tenant farmers to live on five different plots of land and we have kept the main farm to work ourselves.

Casper has made a wonderful transition and he is now quite a farmer.

He is also quite a lover. Is it possible that the last time that I wrote in this journal he had still not made love to me? I needed to reread it in order to find that out!

The night that we had been together in my bed and he had told me about the impending executions of Conrad and Juliana, we had been preparing to make Jove, but the news distracted us from that aim.

Then, when we returned to the monastery after the death of the wicked old cardinal, we were afraid to spend too much time together and so we did not make love at that time.

Even though it was a year ago, I can still remember the first time that we had done it.

I had just finished writing the final passage in my journal, (it was the final one until this one), and I had gone upstairs in the inn.

As soon as I knocked on Casper's door, he ran from his room and said, "I have just arranged everything. Come with me, Martina."

"What have you arranged and where are we going?" I called out as I was pulled down the stairs.

"I have a priest who is going to marry us!" he said.

Ten minutes later he was pulling me back up the same flight of stairs. He pulled me into his room and shut the door. As he turned to look at me, I smiled and felt very warm inside.

Blushing, I said, "I feel like a virgin now, Casper!"

"You are a virgin," he said in a soft and sincere voice.

"We know that that is not true," I said. "We both know.

Shaking his head and coming toward me, he said, "All I know is that you have never made love to another man. No matter what they forced you to do, you never made love before' this!"

His lips pressed against mine and I melted into his arms. As his lips moved from mine, I said, "Have you ever ... made love to a girl before?"

"I have had sex with them," he said. "But, no! I have never made love to one before this!"

I couldn't help giggling as I looked down at our clasped fingers and said, "I was almost sorry that I had asked that."

"But when you heard my answer you were not sorry," he said with a grin.

Together, the two of us went to the bed and we slid down onto it. His body was on top of mine and even through all of the layers of clothes that the two of us were wearing, I could feel the hot thickness that was in the front of his pants and was pressing down against me.

He began to rub from side to side as he pressed down even harder against my body. I was moving my own hips back and forth, enjoying the contact that I had with his hot movements.

Then he began to peel my clothes off and I could feel his hot hands touching me all over my smooth white flesh. I reached around and pulled at his clothes.

Both of us were anxious to be naked together, but I never took off any of my own clothes and he never took off any of his own clothes.

Somehow, after five minutes of kissing and rubbing our bodies together and feeling each other with our hands, the two of us were completely naked together.

Slowly he slid down my body, moving his lips along the smooth flesh as he went. His lips pressed wetly against my collarbone and then his tongue thrust out and slid along my body, outlining my collarbone.

Once he had done that, he quickly moved his tongue down to my breasts and slid the wet mouth muscle all around the delicate mounds of white flesh.

Moving his lips to my nipples, he pressed his lips and his teeth tightly around the firm bits of pink flesh. Thrusting his tongue out and flicking it back and forth across my delicate nipples, he made them harder and longer with the contact.

Then, once my nipples were perfectly erect, he took them between his teeth and gently slid his teeth back and forth across the surface of the flesh.

His teeth pressed in even harder and I tossed my head from side to side in reaction to the hot contact of the hard teeth that were slicing against my nipples.

Just as I felt that I couldn't stand any more of the hot contact with my nipple, the man pulled away and began to blow a light breath of air across my slightly bruised flesh.

That teasing was so exquisitely exciting that I was writhing around on the bed. Then the man's tongue thrust forward once more and slid all around my flesh.

Then his tongue began to travel down the front of my body. It was moving along the middle of my belly and exciting the tender white flesh that was there.

When he came to my navel, he jabbed his tongue roughly in, but I knew that he meant the move in a playful way. I reached down to grab his head and to press it tightly against my body.

But then he pulled away and moved down even lower. I could feel his large hands gently pulling on the tender flesh that was inside my thighs.

He was spreading my legs wide as his tongue took a direct route toward my pussy hairs. Then he pulled his lips away from my body and began to blow on the spread lips of my pussy, exciting me even further as the erotic contact drove me absolutely wild.

His lips pressed against my pussy lips and then his tongue thrust out. He slid his tongue up the inside of my legs and pulled it away just when it came close to my pussy.

Then he did the same thing on my other thigh, exciting the other side of my pussy in the same way. I was rolling from side to side, unable to control the erotic thrill.

As his tongue finally came in contact with my cunt lips, I pressed my thighs together and rubbed them along both sides of his face. Even though he was clean-shaven I could still tell, due to the peach fuzz that was there, that it was a man's face that was between my legs.

He kept on working his tongue back and forth against my delicate and supple flesh and then he finally pulled his tongue out of my slit.

I grabbed him under the jaw and pulled his face up toward me so that I could kiss him. It didn't matter to me that his tongue had been inside of my pussy. In fact, that seemed to me to be an even better reason for me to kiss him.

With our tongues sliding from one mouth to the other, we were locked in a hot erotic embrace. Then he pulled his lips from mine as I began to move down his body.

Although Casper was not very hairy, I was able to catch the hair from his chest between my teeth. I pulled on the hairs and he groaned out in an erotic thrill.

Then I moved my lips over to his nipples. I took a lesson from the way in which he had licked and sucked on my nipples and I alternated between tenderly licking the pink flesh and sucking hard on it while pressing my teeth down on both sides of the nipples.

Moving lower on his body, I jabbed my tongue into his navel and then I grabbed some of his brownish pubic hair in my lips and pulled it lightly.

Sliding my mouth around his testicles, I took the larger of the two into my lips, opening wide so that I could fit it in my mouth.

Once I had it in my mouth, I began to suck on it, sucking in my cheeks so that I was exerting pressure on the ball. Then I pressed it up against the roof of my mouth with my tongue and I slid my tongue around and around the bit of wrinkled flesh that was containing the testicle, trying not to harm the egg-shaped hard flesh inside of it.

As I moved my lips off the ball, I bit into the wrinkled and hairy flesh just a tiny bit so that I was nipping erotically at the skin and pulling it.

Then I thrust out my tongue once more, pressing it in between the man's leg and his ball sac so that I was sliding my tongue across the moist and sweat-covered bit of flesh that had been locked inside of his clothes all day long.

When I brought my face up from that spot I saw that his huge staff was waving right in front of me. I opened my mouth wide so that I could take the head of it between my lips.

Then I slid my face forward and took the entire shaft into my mouth. Soon I was sliding my lips back and forth and pressing my lips down against his balls and his pubic hair when I pushed forward.

Each time that I pulled back, I would wrap my tongue around the head of his cock and trace the outline of the flared cock head with my tongue.

Then I slid my tongue over the piss slit and I could feel the moisture that was already drooling out of the man's body. But as soon as I had done that, he pulled my face away from his cock.

Pulling me up on the bed, he pressed his body down on top of mine once more.

I could feel every bit of his nakedness pressing against every bit of my nakedness.

Then he spread my legs and said, "I want to be inside of you, Martina."

"Yes!" I cried out. "I want that. I want to feel you all the way inside of me!"

As soon as I had said that, I could feel the head of his cock pressing forward into the tight confines of my pussy slit. He was spreading my cunt lips wide apart and he was working his hard-on into the confines of my cunt.

Once he was lodged tightly between my pussy lips, he began to push forward and soon he was really shoving his cock into my cunt and I was going wild with the feeling.

As soon as he had the entire length of his cock all the way inside of my cunt, he looked into my eyes and asked, "Are you okay? I'm not hurting you?"

"It feels wonderful!" I groaned out enthusiastically.

Then he began to slide his cock back and forth inside of my pussy. I could feel the wonderfully moist friction that was growing on the sides of my pussy flesh and I could feel my pussy flesh getting thicker with the juices that were flowing in my body.

We kept on changing positions, but the sensation was the same. Soon my legs were up over his shoulder and the feeling of his cock in my pussy was completely different as I somehow changed the shape of my pussy slit.

Then he managed to slide around without ever taking his thick prong out of my slit and he was still fucking me even though he was behind me.

Actually I was in a crouching position with my bottom up in the air. He was holding onto my hips and he was sliding his big thing in and out of my pussy.

He was holding onto my hips and although there wasn't as much sensation in my pussy with his flared cock head pressing against the back of my pussy instead of the front, he made up for that by reaching around and rubbing his thumb inside my pussy lip so that it would press against the delicate bit of flesh that was always so exciting.

Eventually, the two of us were standing up. Actually, only Casper was standing up. I do not know what the name would be for the position that I was in.

I had my back leaning against a wall. His arms were around me and my legs and arms were wrapped around his body. I suppose that clutching would be the most descriptive word for what I was doing.

He was moving his cock in and out of my pussy even in that position. And that was the position in which he finally shot his load of cum into my pussy.

My bare heels pressed into his bottom even more tightly as I felt him shooting into me. My teeth were pressing into his neck as I felt my own pussy tightening around his cock.

As he slid his cock out of me, once we had both finished cumming, we both laughed and I remember that I was the first one to speak.

Lying on the bed and resting with my head on his chest, I said, "I can see that you really were not meant for the contemplative life of a monk."

"I certainly was not," he said as he nibbled at my ear.

That was the first time that the two of us made love and we have done it almost every day since then, except for the time that I was pregnant with little Casper.

I know that there is more that I could ask for in life, but I have no desire to ask for it. I have food and shelter and a man to love me and I do not know what else I could be missing.

Martina, the only surviving member of her family, and Casper, the youngest and least endowed child of his family, made a fine life together, raising a family of ten children and sharing over fifty years of wedded bliss.

Eventually their descendants moved further north into what is presently Denmark and they made a name for themselves in that country, by being a leading governmental and philanthropic family. Although they eventually became Protestant, their church ties were always strong.

In the constant ebb and flow of church politics, the ruin that Martina had wished upon Cardinal Ludovic did not take long to come.

It was five years later that a new pope sat in Rome and decreed that there would be a harsh crackdown on all churchmen who allowed sexual promiscuity in convents and monasteries. There was a period of strict adherence to the rules during which Ludovic was excommunicated and died a pauper, begging in the streets.
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