He wants to humiliate her

"Are you as really pure as you claim, Lady Gerard?" Bishop Anthryl asked her with an eager grin that reminded Christine of the way Prince Henry looked at her. Christine could only shake her head in in shock and denial. In her innocence, she had believed that this humiliating ordeal with this so-called holy man was over.

Before she could even answer the man, he pulled Christine around, so she was backed between his knees and his arms circled her pulling her slender form tightly back against his cassock. "I think, that within your weak feminine body, the Devil found a haven to dwell."

"No, Your Eminence." Christine did her best to convince the creepy man, but she felt his hands move once again to caress her intimately. "Please don't do this." One of his pudgy hands cupped her tender breast while the other hand pushed once again back between her clenched thighs.

"Do not fight it, my dear." The bishop wheezed into her ear, "If the Devil is within you, you will feel him moving deep inside. Then we will know for sure." The embarrassment Christine had felt before was almost bearable compared to what she was experiencing now. The first time the bishop had examined her, she could pretend that the fat cleric had some justification in his intimate inspection, but this touch was clearly sexual. He was trying to excite her, and Christine knew that if her fragile body responded to his digital manipulation, she was in effect admitting to being possessed by the evil one. Then to make matters even worse her lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled on her like a babe drawing milk from its mom.

"Satan is particularly tempted by tight young bodies like yours." The Bishop of Oldchester informed her, "He likes to corrupt the smooth flesh of innocent virgins." His lips brushed against the soft skin of her breast as he spoke almost as if he was the Devil himself trying to tempt her. Christine wanted to hate the feeling, but her body was responding as if it had a mind of its own.

Bishop Anthryl seemed to sense her weakness and his fingers pushed down between her thighs as she wiggled on his lap. "Satan worms his way into their tight young bodies through any orifice he can find ..." as if to demonstrate, Anthryl again **** his middle finger slowly between the petals of her virgin slit.

In spite of her revulsion, Christine was horrified to feel her vagina responding to the fat finger working at the soft labia of her sex. It was both like and unlike what she felt as she lay on her bed late at night touching herself; she could feel his probing fingers searching for her hidden pearl sending waves of pleasure up from her sex but at the same time her empty stomach churned like the time she ate from the overripe pheasant.

"The Devil temps us all, Lady Gerard ..." Bishop Anthryl panted in her ear and she could feel the bulge of his manhood even through the thick layer of his cassock. "Were you strong enough to resist his lustful urges, or are you now a Jezabel who craves a man's hard member?" The bishop's hand left her breast, and she breathed a sigh of relief that quickly changed to panic when she felt the disgusting man pulling up his robes.

"NO!" She wiggled desperately in his arms. However, in spite of his age and lack of conditioning, Bishop Anthryl was still strong enough to keep her exhausted body pinned between his legs. "Please don't do this..." Her pleas fell on deaf ears. In fact, if anything, Christine sensed that the Bishop of Oldchester was excited by her protests.

"I can feel the Prince of Darkness moving inside you, my dear." The bishop groaned and his fingers teased her pleasure bud mercilessly until Christine could feel her insides heat up even more. "You pretend to be pure and innocent, Lady Gerard, but we both know you're a seductress and a whore." With a grunt, the man was able to position his penis between her thighs. Christine could feel the throbbing flesh pushing between her soft thighs and as much as she wanted to press her legs together, she knew that this would only encourage the man to continue.

"I'm not, Bishop Anthryl." Christine search desperately for some way to convince the man she wasn't like that. "I swear I am as chaste as the Holy Virgin Mary herself!"

"Liar!" Anthryl retorted angrily without a moment of hesitation, "Blasphemy and lies. Now I know the Devil has corrupted your sweet young body." The fingers that had until now caressed her breasts almost tenderly found her budding nipple and squeezed the hard tip until she yelped. "You are no different than all the other so-called innocent maidens who come into this church. You tempt Godly men with your soft flesh and fragrant hair and try to lead us from the path of righteousness." Christine could feel the heat of Anthryl's penis as it poked again and again up between her clenched thighs in time with the rough fingering of his probing hand. "Soon, the evil within you will be revealed. You will not be able to hide it any longer."

It was clear to Christine what Bishop Anthryl wanted. He wanted her to cry out in carnal pleasure, to explode in lust as he stroked her. However, she could feel the man's excitement building too and for the first time she had a glimmer of hope. What little experience she had of men made her believe that the bishop might be close to a climax himself and with that knowledge Christine pressed her thighs together squeezing his hard scepter with instinctive understanding. She knew so little about men, but she had heard her ladies-in-waiting complain about how once a man was spent, they ceased to care about the woman they were with. If only that were true!