Yes ... and no

Christine could not believe what she was doing. She had heard hints and inuendo from the castle servants, and ribald jests from the guards at the barracks when they didn't realize she was nearby, but until this moment she couldn't really believe that a man might use a woman's mouth like this. Even more disturbing than the foul nature of pleasuring a man in this manner was her reaction to Bertram's ****. His penis was huge; so big that her mouth ached as she sucked, and her small hands could barely encircle his girth as they stroked faster and faster. The thing that she didn't expect was the way her insides were starting to warm. The tingling between her legs and the throbbing of her nipples distracted her a little from the shame and discomfort, but she hated it. She couldn't be enjoying this ... she wasn't that kind of girl ... she was a lady, not a common whore!

She might not have the experience and skill of a common whore, but in Bertram's mind Christine's lack of practice was more than made up for by her innocence and the desperation in her frantic attempts to please him. God had blessed him when Bishop Anthryl discovered his dark perversions. When Bertram had been discovered abusing a tied up local girl in one of the monastery's out buildings he had expected to be castigated, flogged and banished to some remote hermitage where he would live out the rest of his miserable life never to see or touch a young woman or hear the pleading sobs of a girl who was about to feel his cock tear into her pussy. Instead, his case came to the attention of the bishop took him under his protection and used his natural inclinations for special jobs - like this.

Lady Gerard was not the only highborn maiden who the bishop wanted broken, and certainly not the prettiest or youngest; she was however, the daughter of a once powerful baron and her reputation for chastity and grace made having her suck him like this all the sweeter. This last thought was all it took to push Bertram over the edge and his cock pulsed out a hot jet of jizz filling the girl's mouth. She pulled away just in time for the second jet to coat her face and he had to hold her firmly to keep her from shying away as he finished emptying his balls all over her kneeling body.

"Oh yeah, that was nice." Bertram chuckled coarsely, "Our mutual friend is going to like having you blow him like that." He grinned down at the little whore, she wasn't going to get that kind of satisfaction from Anthryl's stubby little dick, but that was all right with Brother Bertram. It just meant that when the good bishop tired of his latest toy, she'd still be good and tight for his oversized rod.

"Did I satisfy you, Brother?" Christine gagged out the remaining goo that coated her mouth. "Will you leave me in peace now?" She was naked, kneeling at the monster's feet covered in Brother Bertram's seed; it dripped from her chin down onto her breasts and thighs below a constant reminder of the ordeal she just endured.

"Well, I'm satisfied my dear," Bertram pulled her to her feet as easily as she might have lifted one of her dolls, "but I'm afraid though that our friend will still need something from you to appease his anger."

"What!" Christine realized that she had just humiliated and debased herself for no reason as Bertram led her to the other side of the dimly lit cell to where a heavy set of stocks stood waiting. "But I pleasured you ... I used my mouth on your ... thing!" Her protests were in vain though. Bertram pushed her head down until it was cradled in the polished wood of the lower beam. When she pushed back with all her strength the man just laughed cruelly.

"Put your hands in the notches, girl." There was a coldness to the man's voice that made his threat very real. "Do it now or I'll break your fingers one-by-one until you do." With her hands and neck fixed into place as the upper beam locked down, Christine was completely helpless to stop her tormentor's large hands from exploring her quivering flesh.