Switch to Beldan's point of view.

His Holiness, High Priest Beldan sat back in his padded chair and spread his legs even wider to allow the dark haired woman more room to maneuver under the great table that he used as a desk for conducting Church business. The initiate responded to his implied invitation by cupping his hairy scrotum and tentatively licking the head of his slowly swelling cock. Beldan laid one of his heavy hands on her dark curls and pulled her closer pressing his half-hard penis deeper into her mouth, he could feel her tongue swirling around his shaft, but had little if any reaction to her warm mouth. Beldan sighed, Sister Anna Ruiz was trying, but his mind was already wondering about who he would find to replace the petite brunette that currently served his needs.

"What was the name of that leggy blonde goddess in the fourth group we met with?" He asked his clerk, a forty-something year old with a perpetual sniffle and a red nose that was swollen this spring like every other spring for as long as he had known him. The clerk shuffled through several pages of notes, and settled on the appropriate page.

"Her name is Meryl Jonson, she's from Norwich in the High ..." The clerk began, but Beldan cut him off before he could continue.

"I don't care where she came from Louis, what do you think my chances are of melting that ice-maiden?" The clerk's face turned as red as his nose as Beldan continued, "Crews, I'd like to lift those long legs onto my shoulders and ram my rod into her." He could feel his cock stiffen in Sister Anna's mouth as he imagined how good it would feel to break the cool demeanor of the new initiate and hear her whimper in **** passion as he rode her until he exploded. The clerk cleared his throat in the annoying way that he had when he had something to say that he knew Beldan would not want to hear. "Go ahead you pathetic fool, what are you going to tell me?"

"Your Holiness," if he was angered by Beldan's condescending treatment, Brother Louis did not give any indication of it. "Sister Meryl was personally sponsored by the Mother Abbess of the High Marches, she is not going to tolerate another one of her recruits turned into your personal toys."

"Flap the Mother Abbess!" Beldan swore sharply. "I'm not going to have to listen to her for much longer." His mind turned to the old man that he had chained in the Templar's dungeon. Why did that grey-haired fart have to be so stubborn? He pushed the initiate that had been mouthing him away in frustration, she was not at all what he had hoped for when he first broken her charming reserve. Beldan clearly remembered the the sparkle in her eyes and her shy smile when he first saw her waiting in his office; the first time he spread her legs he was so ready he came almost as soon as he broke into her untouched cunt. But now, the fierce fire of his lust he had felt each time he used the pretty sister to satisfy his sexual urges was just a memory.

The shame and humiliation that had been so clear on Sister Anna's face with each new act of debasement was too soon replaced with dull acquiescence, and Beldan was not aroused by simple submission. The High Priest was excited by the power of forcing each victim to perform in ways they never thought they would, not by their broken submission. Anna no longer interested him, no act of perversion could rekindle the look of anger and self-loathing in her eyes as he twisted her even further from the spirited initiate who first caught his eye. His attention returned to the clerk sitting on his stool fidgeting as he waited, with a sniff slightly louder than usual, Brother Louis began speaking again in his annoying nasally voice.

"When you meet with Jerome of Lansing, remember that his father controls most of the copper in Western Veertor." Began Brother Louis when he saw Beldan had pushed away the initiate who had been sucking his member with little or no effect. Perhaps now at last Beldan would settle down to the work of the Church. To his disappointment Beldan had simply changed the focus of his attention to a different target.

"What about the sweet looking brunette in the second group?" Beldan though back over the curvy young woman with the big brown eyes and inviting smile that made him want to strip her right there in the chamber and bend her over the railing in front of her fellow initiates. "You know who I mean, even a pathetic bookworm like you couldn't help but notice her." Brother Louis shuffled the papers again, but he didn't have to; after serving as the High Priest's personal clerk for over five years, he knew exactly who was going to appeal to the tastes of his master. Beldan was asking about Winlay Grace, and Brother Louis pitied the young novice. Louis had already researched the new sister's background wondering if she had any family connections or other powerful friends who could temper the High Priest's unnatural appetites. - She had none -

"Winlay Grace, My lord" He answered looking at his trembling hands knowing that he had just tossed another sweet morsel to the monster that he served.