She does what she must

"Your Eminence ..." Christine's plea died on her lips when she saw the greedy look of anticipation on the Bishop of Oldchester's face. First the laces of her dress so she could step out of the garment, then her ruffled leggings and finally the sheer slip that covered her bare flesh were slowly removed until she stood completely naked. She hid, as best she could, her most private parts from the lustful eyes of Bishop Anthryl; she could feel her cheeks redden in shame as she sensed how much this allegedly pious man was enjoying having her at his mercy.

"Your charming modesty does you credit, my Dear." The bishop chuckled in delight from his seat, "but you have nothing to fear. I am after all, a humble servant of the Lord." He gestured for her to approach and lacking any alternative, Christine inched forward reluctantly until she was standing between his spread knees. "Now, this may be difficult for you, but under the circumstances I must examine every inch of your lovely flesh for any bruising, scratches or bite marks." As he spoke, Anthryl took her hands and pulled them firmly to her sides so Christine had not even this last bit of modesty.

No one could fault Bishop Anthryl for his lack of attention to detail as his hands ran over her legs and hips and ass. No part of her body was spared, not her breasts, nor the curve of her backside, not even the sensitive skin of her inner thighs escaped his careful examination, in fact, his face was so close to her skin that she could feel the heat of his breath feathering the curls of her pubic hair.

"So, Prince Henry never separated your legs like this, huh?" Anthryl's fat fingers pushed into the small gap between her thighs and pulled her knees apart with surprising strength. The suddenness and unmasked sexuality of the act shocked Christine and she found herself falling forward so her hands ended up resting on the bishop's shoulders which seemed to please the man even more. "That's right girl," he grunted, as his fingers stroked her petals, looking for entry into her secret channel. "Keep those pretty legs spread wide, this will take just a little time."

"Your Reverence ... ah, please!" Christine gasped involuntarily when she felt the bishop's thick finger push up and into her. For the first time in her sheltered life, Chritine felt a foreign object inserted into her most Holy-of-Holies; she felt none of the excitement she understood she'd feel, just an uncomfortable pressure as his digit **** its way into her unprepared sex.

"Well, you're certainly tight enough to still be pure, my Dear." Bishop Anthryl chuckled eagerly as he twisted and pumped his finger until it was embedded two knuckles deep inside her. She could feel his fingertip stroking from inside her, teasing and stretching the sensitive flesh of what she guessed must be her maidenhead. "Ah, I see you were not hiding the truth from me. You are still a sweet little virgin." With a sigh of relief, Christine tried to pull away from Anthryl's grasp, but he stopped her with a growl as he grabbed her breast with his free hand. "I'm not done yet, Lady Gerard."

"What?" Christine gasped as she felt his fingers pinch the sensitive nipple between his fingers. "You see Prince Henry was not able to **** me."

"Yes, yes, my dear." Bishop Anthryl leaned forward to kiss her other nipple even as his fingers continued their **** on her on both fronts. "But the Church knows that women like you are also capable of conspiring with the Evil One. In order to be sure, this investigation must be complete."