The Bishop blows up

If Christine had had more experience, she might not have been as surprised, but she didn't understand what was happening when the white junk started bubbling up between her thighs. When her legs pulled apart in surprise the next jet squirted up like a fountain landing back on her thighs in ivory-colored globs.

"Auugh ... uuhgh ... oough ... aahhhh." The Bishop of Oldchester's wheezy gasps were followed by a loud sigh of satisfaction. Almost before the last bit of white oozed from his stick, the bishop's tone changed int one of contempt. "Do you see now the evil that lies in your corrupt feminine flesh?" Christine couldn't understand how she could be the problem when it was the clergyman who insisted she remove her clothes, it was he who had fingered her, and he who had used her smooth thighs to pleasure himself.

"Please, may I leave now." The words were quiet but clear. Perhaps in better times she would have been able to use the proper honorific and phrase the request more diplomatically but sitting naked on the disgusting pig's lap and covered with his seed made her feel dirty and nauseous. When she felt the bishop's arms tighten around her waist, she knew that he was unlikely to just let her walk away.

"Oh no, my child." Bishop Anthryl was recovering quickly from his temporary stupor. "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 enjoying the way he could control 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! "Get off of me you little whore." She looked up at him from the floor in stunned confusion.

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.

"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?

"Take this harlot to the hole." The bishop had fixed his robes and other than the streaks of cum dripping down Christine's legs there was no evidence of what he did to her; after one look at the guardsmen with their polished breastplates and stern faces Christine realized 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.