She's not broken yet

"I don't understand." Christine was still suffering from the shock and humiliation of the orgasm **** upon her, and her words came out as a whispered gasp. Bishop Anthryl however was having none of it. He had seen how the supposedly innocent daughter of Bartholomew Gerard had screamed like a two-copper whore when he got his fingers in her cunt.

"Open your mouth you little slut." Bishop Anthryl reached forward to grab Christine's chestnut curls and pulled her forward until face was smushed against his throbbing cock. "Open your slut mouth and suck on my cock, Lady Gerard."

"That's disgusting!" Some of Christine's spirit was returning and Bishop Anthryl wanted to keep her broken and dependent. It was not the first time he had to persuade a **** young woman to open her mouth and the bishop knew just the right pressure point a little under her ears to make her jaws part. She didn't want to, but it hurt too much to resist and suddenly her mouth was full of his pungent meat.

"Ah that's good you little cunt." The taste of stale sweat on the fat cleric's member was even worse than she had thought, but Bishop Anthryl didn't care one bit as he pulled her head even closer. "Is this how you sucked off your father's pathetic knights? I bet they lined up every night to fuck your pretty mouth. Is that why Prince Henry was able to take over your ancestral home so easily?"

Bishop Anthryl might have thought reminding his prize of how helpless her situation was would smother the last embers of her smoldering resistance, but he miscalculated - miscalculated badly."

Biting down hard on Anthryl's penis Christine pulled and twisted at the fleshy appendage like a terrier shaking a rat. It did not last long. With a roar of pain Bishop Anthryl's meaty hand slapped against her head so hard she saw stars and then jerked her off of him onto the floor.

"You fucking vixen!" Anthryl screamed, "You stupid little cunt. How dare you!" Christine stared back defiantly at the bishop cradling his bloody penis in his hands, suddenly aware of the hot blood that had filled her mouth.

She spit out the bloody mess onto the carpet in front of her no longer caring about her fate.

"You're a disgrace!" The venom in her tone as vicious as the words themselves. "I wish I had the strength to bite that disgusting thing off!" By now, the pounding of hobnobbed boots could be heard approaching rapidly, the guards might be trained to ignore the screams and pleading of young ladies visiting the bishop, but when he cried out like that it was quite a different matter!

"Your Eminence!" The alarm the guardsmen expressed when they saw the Bishop of Oldchester clutching his groin with bloody hands was only slightly abated when they realized what must have happened.

"Take this bitch to the hole." Anthryl snapped, "Tell Yawksen to call Bertram, I want her completely broken." The guards nodded uncertainly.

"Are you alright, sir? Should we send for a medic?" Clearly that last thing Anthryl wanted was to have anyone else see him with teeth marks on his bleeding cock.

"No!" He snarled, "Just get her the fuck out of here." He threw Christine's shift at the closest guard, "Get her dressed, and bag that bitch's head too. I don't want any rumors spreading about her - you got that?" The guards saluted sharply and before she could even consider objecting Christine was no longer naked and being hustled towards the door.

"Wait!" Bishop Anthryl stopped them just before the guards were gone. "Make sure to stay away from her pussy. Popping her cherry's going to be the first thing I do - as soon as my prick heals. Maybe the sound of her squealing will help me heal."