He demands satisfaction

"You are a nasty little Jezabel, aren't you Lady Gerard?" Bishop Anthryl's triumphant words shocked Chritine enough that she was able to shake off the lingering effects of the unwanted climax and she climbed off the man's lap shaking her head.

"Please, Your Eminence," even as she whispered the plea, Christine knew it was an exercise in futility, "may I go now?" She could see the undisguised hunger in the bishop's gaze; knowing that he had just made her break like that did nothing to satisfy the cleric's lust. She felt dirty and nauseous and most disturbing of all she remembered the disgusting words she had screamed out just before she came; her arms slowly curled around her breasts more embarrassed than ever.

"Oh no, my child." Bishop Anthryl was gleeful in his pronouncement. "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 stroked his erection slowly enjoying sight of the innocent young noblewoman trembling before him. Just a week ago Christine Gerard was one of the most desirable maidens in all the land. The only daughter of a powerful Baron, admired by all for her delicate figure, pretty face and unquestionable purity. Now the little slut was his!

"Get over here you little whore." She looked up at him in stunned confusion. Bishop Anthryl pointed at the floor between his fat legs. "You will serve the Church to atone for your weakness." Christine took one hopeful glance over her shoulder, but she suspected that bishop's guards were well trained to ignore any unusual sounds coming from the bishop's private quarters, there would be no last-minute miracles this time. Still, she hesitated as long as she dared before kneeling on the carpet as directed. "Good, now put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use."

Her mouth?! Christine had heard rumors of this, but until this dreadful moment she had always believed that she must be misunderstanding the half-heard chattering of her ladies-in-waiting and the snide comments of her mother's companions.