Purgatory Play

SERIES 1 EPISODE 9 DAY 3

“I do not wish to be so excited” opines Neifile (Selina) "so I will tell a more amusing tale about life and ****. There once was an abbot …”
“Not again” cries Elisa (Ariana) “I bet he fornicates all day long.”
“Well perhaps” responds Neifile “but let me continue. There once was an abbot …”

We cut to a house where the abbot (Elio) is fucking a naked woman from behind until he cums all over her back. Just then they hear a door opening, the woman hops into bed under the covers and then abbot lets down his robe and kneels down in prayer. As the woman’s husband walks in, the holy man is saying “… et Spiritus Sancti” as he draws a cross in the air. The man seeing his wife in bed is confused “Why, what is the matter, dearest. Thou wast well this morning and yet every time this abbot visits I find thee abed.”

The abbot answers “Verily, thine wife has a special relationship with God. She is so pure that unless she is as on her birth day she feels she cannot fully experience his love. Because she is naked she must cover herself with something in order not to lead me, a mere mortal, into temptation so she has used her sheets as a barrier.”
“This seems very unusual.”
“Thou art lucky to have a wife who is so close to God that she satisfies Him in every way.”

Back in the monastery, the abbot is visited by a married couple, Ferondo and his wife (Kate). The abbot tells tales of his good deeds and Ferondo responds with stories exposing what an idiot, albeit an engaging one, he is. At the end of the meeting Ferondo agrees to let his wife take confession there.

A few days later the beautiful women visits with a surprisingly low cut dress, which the abbot constantly admires. She tells him that not only is her husband remarkably stupid but is also unbearably jealous. The cunning abbot ponders for a while and tells her he can cure her husband of his jealously if not his idiocy. He whispers the plan to her so we do not hear it and she replies that it would take an extraordinary effort and surely merits a reward. The abbot stares at her tits and points. Understanding she questions “But father, thou art saintly. Surely thou art not tempted by the flesh.”
“Ah, my dear, my soul belongs to God and will remain pure, but this is merely a sin of the body.”
“That does seem convenient. I do not wish to stop thy path to heaven.”
He opens his drawer and fills his hand with jewellery and precious stones. “Perhaps, these will convince thee” and he stands up to drop a ring down her cleavage. She looks up and smiles.

In his office the abbot talks to an apothecary who gives him a bag of special powder. On Ferondo’s next visit, he gives him wine and Ferondo falls soundly asleep. The abbot pulls the bag out of his pocket and grins at it. He calls out, but the other monks are unable to wake the poor man even by throwing water over him. They carry him to the tomb in the monastery, where Ferondo’s wife and family come to observe the body. Later that night, the abbot and a monk (Ed) from Bologna move him into a pitch black vault where they change him into a monk’s habit and lay him down on straw.

The next day, the abbot, dressed in Ferondo’s clothes, comes to visit his ‘widow’. He sensuously removes her black clothing, kissing her all over sucking her nipples and eating her cunt whilst she remains standing. Then he throws off his habit and lifting one of her legs, fucks her against a wall. Before he cums, she kneels down and he spurts all over her breasts. She sucks his penis clean.

Meanwhile, Ferondo awakens and is immediately grabbed by the abbot’s mate, who bends him over and starts beating him with birch twigs. The friend told him he was in purgatory and brought food and wine. The simple man is surprised to be fed and asked if there was any way to return to the land of the living. His tormenter then tells him that is God’s prerogative but in the meantime he must be birched twice a day until he is cured of his jealous nature.

Once he has established the routine, the Bolognese asked if he could also have a reward so the two of them go to the house of the ‘widow’. The abbot pulls out a particularly nice diamond from his pocket and they undress on the way to the bedroom. The woman positions herself so her head was leaning back over the edge of the bed while the abbot plunges deep inside her from the missionary position. The friend lubricates his cock with his and her saliva until, placing his hands either side of her head, he thrusts his manhood into her mouth. Deeper and deeper into her throat his prick journeys and, in between gagging breaks, is able to get it all the way in.

The abbot is so amazed at her capabilities, he forgets to withdraw and cums in her pussy and watches while his friend almost drowns her in a mixture of his sperm and her spittle. The mixture is on her eyes, mouth everywhere. When they take their leave her face it still coated.

The wife then visits the abbot to tell him she is pregnant so he decides that after many months of beatings that the husband is ready to return. Speaking from outside the vault as God, he informed Ferondo that he was forgiven and was to have son called Benedetto. The disguised abbot once again **** the wine and the gullible fool falls into a catatonic trance.

Relocated to the main tomb, the man wakes up and starts screaming. The other monks are astonished to find him apparently in good health. Despite scaring his neighbours on his return, Ferondo’s story about being in purgatory is believed. His wife gives birth to a son, which he names Benedetto, and he no longer exhibits any jealously.

The monastery becomes rich through the fame of the resurrection and the abbot’s drawer is full to the brim of precious stones. Ferondo’s wife visits and he pulls out a ruby. She pulls down her dress and he mounts the desk burying his vibrating head between her wobbling tits.

“Clever story. The sex was surprisingly rough for one so young” laughs Pampinea (Monica). Neifile curtseys.
“But what I do not is understand is why the abbot disguised himself as Ferondo, when he is supposed to be dead, and why be certain the child would be a boy?” said an exasperated Panfilo (Ed).
“It is just a story” pleaded Neifile.