Beldan visits Sister Nightingale

With the emperor's consort's promise still ringing in Beldan's ears, and his fingers tingling from the touch of her lips Beldan watched as she glided gracefully from the small hidden chamber. On the seat where she had been sitting was a folded sheet of bleached paper and on the paper was a short description of the initiate that she wanted assigned to her suite in the royal palace. As he read the description of the man he had a vague recollection of meeting the unsually tall well bred young man. He seemed like a genuine seeker of Xelta, and Beldan wondered how long it would take for Maria to overcome his morality and good sense, and have him worshiping at her feet. He groaned in frustration as he pictured the tall muscular initiate pound Maria's dainty body with all his might.

His erection was becoming uncomfortable and the scent of Her Ladyship's perfume that still hung in the air of the small room reminded him of her presence. Beldan left the small chamber angry at Maria, the Oracle and the world in general.

"What I need is a good fuck." He grunted to himself as he squeezed back into the network of narrow passageways. Once again he contemplated Sister Anna, and what a disappointment she turned out to be. Even her once tight ass opened easily now, and she no longer protested when he rolled her onto her belly and sodomized her. "Stupid slut!" he again growled into the near darkness of the secret corridor "Why'd I have to pick a whore like her." It had not been a good year for his sexual games he acknowledged to himself. With the exception of the few times he got to personally 'interrogate' the young wives and daughters of heretics brought in by his Templars, he had few truly memorable experiences.

Anna's resigned acceptance of even the most outrageous sexual uses had just been the last of several disappointing experiences. The worst of course had been when Sister Prudence had somehow escaped from the small estate where he had been breaking down the prideful bitch and her holier than Saint Rowena attitude. Days of servicing him and his guards had finally started to loosen up the tight cunt but just as he thought he was finally getting somewhere she slipped away in the predawn hours and been found wandering naked only two kilometers from his country retreat. Luckily she was too traumatized by her ordeal to be understood, and he was able to take the necessary steps needed to make sure her mind never recovered.

Sister Nightingale had been furious when she learnt how he had used 'her' psi-net to turn Prudence's mind to mush, in fact since that unfortunate scene, he had become aware of several disturbing trends in his "Voice of Xelta." Not even aware that he had made a descision, Beldan moved purposefully towards his private wing of the Holy Palace. Nightingale had returned from her tour in the Western provinces two days ago looking completely exhausted, she had sent a petition to speak to him that Beldan had ignored until now. His flagging erection returned to full strength when he made up his mind. Once one of his favorite victim's, he hadn't filled the songbird's twat since the morning after dealing with Sister Prudence.

Sister Nightingale's surly attitude when he returned the net had annoyed him so much he decided to remind her who she served and why she had better do her best to please him. Although the net was not nearly as effective on the sister as it was on someone like Prudence who had no experience with resisting the wild swings in emotions, it had been enough to drive Nightingale from lustful desires to fear and hatred and then back again. He had taken her several times that morning, enjoying her uncontrolled needy response to his touch almost as much as he did her fear and loathing as he plunged into her sweet body. It took nearly a month of daily training to undo the damage he had done to her usefulness to him as his Voice, but it had been worth it.

Beldan knocked on Sister Nightingale's door loudly in anticipation. When the sister opened the door, one look at his leering face made her tremble in fear although he had yet to even touch the controller.

"My Lord ... " She began softly but Beldan was not interested in hearing her dulcet voice. His hands and arms were still strong even though his weight had doubled in the past ten years and he **** her to her knees easily as he kicked the thick door to the chamber shut behind him.

"Suck me you whore!" His voice rasped pulling open the folds to his robes enjoying her futile struggles as he pressed his erection into her mouth silencing her words. All morning long he had been looking over the prettiest of this year's initiates, and then he had to sit within inches of the nation's most renown whore and could do nothing as she toyed with him like one of her pathetic boy-toys that she used to pleasure her. Crews how he wished it was Her Ladyship that was feeling his rod in her small perfect mouth. His thrusts increased in tempo and his belly rolled and slapped against Nightingale's head as he imagined taking Maria like this. His cock was not as big as some, but it was long enough to make the sister at his knees gag as he fucked her mouth.

Sweat rolled from his face and his wheezing breaths came in short gasps as he got closer and closer to the climax he craved. He should have done this much more often he decided, Sister Nightingale had stopped fighting him as was now sucking his prick and rolling his hairy scrotum in her fingers. He could feel his orgasm nearing and adjusted the control on his ring sending waves of disgust into her brain. He had to hold her tightly to keep her from spitting out his member as he pumped load after load of cum into her mouth and down her throat, Xelta how he wished it was Maria, or Winlay or the long legged blonde, or yes even that wrinkled hag Mother Abbess of the High Marches drinking his cum as he fucked her ugly face. Pushing Sister Nightingale onto her pretty little backside he stepped back and watched her as she spat out the residue from her mouth.

"I was told you desperately wanted to see me, Sister." He told her as she gazed up at him in anger and fear. "I guess that's not what you wanted after all, so tell me my dear..." he paused to adjust the feelings of disgust to well being "... what can I do for you?"