EXCERPT Extract from FATHER STUD
Jeanette lay on the rough wood table. She wanted to move but her wrists and
ankles were chained securely to posts positioned so she was spread wide apart.
She gritted her teeth as she looked around the grim room. On the wall to her
right were various torture instruments. There was a bodkin, several thumbscrews
in different sizes, pokers, nasty looking drills, hooks and things that she
didn’t even want to know for what purpose they had been brought into being.
The stony walls looked forbidding even though a fire was cheerfully
crackling in the open fireplace. At least the room was warm.
She was fully clothed although the two hulking thugs who had dragged her
into this dark underground chamber had removed her boots. At least to her it
seemed underground, as there were no windows or natural light to brighten the
room. The only door to the small chamber was a huge iron wood affair with locks
and bolts that could be used to prevent any entry from the outside.
She watched the door as it slowly moved and a tall, thin man entered. He
calmly shut the door behind him and slid the large iron bolt in place. There
was a large metal key hanging on his belt. His cool, steely gray eyes looked at
her for several long moments of apparently close inspection. To her the silence
was deafening. She noticed he was wearing a rich blue cassock. Jewels
glittered from buttons and from an impressive gold ring on his right hand.
His short, brown hair was accented by gray at the temples and his thin nose
jutted above a thin mustache. His lips were thin and somehow forbidding. His
ghost of a smile denoted cruelty and not mirth.
He took a few moments to look at the woman stretched out helplessly before
him. Her hair was long, lustrous and a shade between gold and red. She had
captivating green eyes. They were like cat’s eyes, wary and suspicious. Her
red lips were full and her cheekbones high which added character and lovely
proportion to her heart shaped face.
Finally he spoke, “My name is father Justin. You may call me that when I
permit you to speak.”
She said nothing as he walked over to the rack of torture instruments and
carefully selected a long, sharp knife.
He continued, “Hmmm, that should do. It’s fine Toledo steel. Yes that
should do nicely.”
He turned back to her and proceeded to cut off her clothes.
She protested, “Why are you doing this outrage?”
He looked at her sternly as he removed her left sleeve, “Shut your mouth
woman or I’ll be cutting more than cloth!”
She had the distinct feeling that he wasn’t kidding. Fear and rage filled
her eyes but she kept silence as he cut and ripped off every shred off her
beautiful body. He laid the cold steel on her groin right on the thick, reddish
pussy hair. The steel was cold on her. She watched as he momentarily licked
his lips as he gazed on her bare skin and tempting curves.
He spoke again and this time for some length. “You are Jeanette Boudreaux
of a very minor noble family. You are here of course because you are of that
detested Calvinist sect. You are a wicked schismatic and a condemned
excommunicated heretic. The pig Calvin and the brute Farrell can’t save you now
considering that both are in their graves and are being led by Lucifer to the
well-lit pits of everlasting hell. You have despised holy mother church with
your perverse doctrines. Now I am charged with bring you to repentance. You
understand of course that I can use any means, inflict any pain or pleasure for
that matter to make you recant your perfidy and embrace mother church once
again. My fine upstanding brothers or I can literally do anything to your body
to bring you to Christ. Only your soul is important. Right now at this moment
your soul is lost. If you were to die this moment, you would go straight to hell
with Husse, Luther, Calvin and that damned Henry of England. That’s why we sent
armies to Germany and Bohemia to stamp out this heresy that is threatening
Christendom. I have a very special torment for you. I know your kind. You’ve
always had servants to do the menial tasks. You’ve always been well clothed
until now. You’ve had good food while others starved. You’ve always expected
and received dignified behavior even from your husband who by the grace of God
was killed in battle recently I understand. “
He picked up the knife and gently slid it on her belly and up between her
breasts and let it lie there. He smiled again and he reached down with his
fingers and sharply pinched the nipple on her left breasts. She gasped with
mortification and pain.
He again continued in his dry, expressionless voice. “I think the way to
break you is not through pain although that would be quite a pleasant task. I
think humiliation and visceral contact will do the job. Ah such a beautiful
young heretic to enjoy and caress.”
His slender hand moved to the other pink nipple and gently stroked it causing
it to harden in instinctive response. He left the knife where it lay as he
firmly cupped and squeezed her tits. They were large, soft and quite ample.
She shot daggers at him with her eyes but she bit her lip and said nothing.
His tone was slightly mocking, “You don’t like that do you?”
She spat, “No you Cadolish pig!”
He raised his eyebrows, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, is that any way for you to
speak to the guardian of your soul? Don’t you know I could have your tongue cut
out of you for such blasphemy?”
She retorted, “If my blessed husband were here right now he would cut you
down like the dog you are!”
He gave her breasts a vicious twist and she gasped in obvious pain. He was
just a bit angry now. “You don’t seem to understand you witch of hell. I can
have you cut apart, bit-by-bit, and day-by-day. I can have your skin gradually
removed and the flesh beneath sprinkled with salt. I can administer a thousand
tortures so terrible that you would beg for the mercy of death. You will speak
to me respectfully or not at all while I explore every inch of you.”
She could just barely see the knife when she raised her head up, as there
was no pillow o the hard wooden table. She definitely could feel the cool steel
lying against her soft, tender skin. Jeanette decided to keep quiet although she
would love to have seen the lout broken on the wheel. It would be so pleasant
to hear his bones snapped and crushed by a sledgehammer.
He continued his methodical examination as his hands felt her up and down.
He shoved two fingers into her tense pussy and wiggled them inside until he was
rewarded by an increase in wetness. Then he moved to the chains and proceeded to
increase the tension, pulling her legs even further apart.
Her voluptuous beauty inwardly struck him. For a brief moment he
actually experienced a flash of jealousy over the dead husband that first
possessed and rutted this enticing temptress. Her pink cunt was so irritable in
its vulnerability and easy access. Her tits were large and well formed and full
of inner life he was sure. He moved to her open crotch and began to lick and
taste her. She could tell he knew what he was doing as he taunted her clit with
gentle flicks and finger pinches as he aroused her sex. God he knew how to
arouse her. She hated him. She loathed the very sight of him and yet her pussy
wanted to be stroked and penetrated. Her juice was starting to flow in spite of
herself.
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Children`s Fiction
Erotica Fiction
