The nightmare is just starting

"Are you satisfied, Your Eminence?" Christine tried to keep her tone respectful. "May I leave now." The words were quiet but clear. Considering how the much glee Bishop Anthryl took in the humiliation of her family and that she was crouched on the floor covered with his seed feeling dirty and nauseous she did pretty well. The bishop however was not likely to just let her walk away.

"Oh no, my child." Bishop Anthryl tucked away his flaccid penis as he gloated. "To let an evil seductress like you wander the city freely would be an abject failure of my duties and responsibilities as the shepherd of my people." He pushed her to the floor with his sandalled foot, enjoying the way he could bully and belittle the innocent young noblewoman. Just a week ago Christine Gerard was one of the most desirable maidens in all the land, not only the only daughter of a powerful Baron, but admired for her delicate figure, pretty face and unquestionable purity. Now the little slut was completely at his mercy! She looked up at him from the floor in stunned confusion and anger.

It was a pretty pose, and he smiled in anticipation. Bishop Anthryl was not done with Baron Gerard's sweet daughter, not by a long shot, but he'd have to wait a little longer before he could spread her legs. The last thing he needed was for one of Henry's Black Crows to spot Christine here in his cathedral after being notified to be on the watch for her.

"Get dressed, Lady Gerard." He kicked her shift towards where she crouched. "Unless you want my guards to see you naked like this." He almost had his men drag her off without any clothes, just to shame her even more, but why draw attention? There were so many things he could do to humiliate this chaste noblewoman; he just needed the time and place to do it properly.

No sooner had Christine pulled the simple garment over her head than the bishop rang a bell sharply twice. Almost immediately Christine heard the rapid footfalls of boots running down the hallway outside. How close had they been? Did they hear what happened? Would they be able to see how she had been abused? A quick glance at her tormentor determined that the bishop had fixed his robes while she had been dressing and now looked as serene and dignified as ever.

"Take this harlot to Yawksen." Other than the streaks of cum dripping down Christine's legs there was no evidence of what he did to her. Not that it mattered. One look at the guardsmen with their crisp salutess and stern faces told Christine that no amount of evidence in the world would have changed their actions anyways. Bishop Anthryl didn't seem worried about anything other than her. "Do not speak to this one, nor let any man see her face or hear her speak. I fear she may be a sorceress who can bewitch you with her voice."

The guardsmen saluted sharply, and Christine found herself hooded and dragged away without any chance to defend herself. She was held firmly by her arms between the two men so her bare feet just able to reach the floor.