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Barbaria1 said:
7. After being nabbed unexpectedly outside Sister Kathleen's door by the ever vigilant Sister Hilda, I was brusquely escorted ... firm grip on my ear ... straight to the Abbess' quarters. I flew through the door, assisted by the business end of Hilda's booted foot planted squarely and forcibly on my tight little ass, and landed on my hands and knees at the startled Abbess' feet.

"What is the meaning of this!" she cried, face red with rage, "don't you knock?"

"Excuse the intrusion Abbess," replied Hilda, "But I've come to you on a matter most urgent. Just minutes ago I caught this wretchedly wicked girl sneaking out of Sister Kathleen's room. And look," she continued, pausing for dramatic effect but also to drag me to my feet and lift the hem of my shift up over my hips, "See the mess all over the little slut's thighs! The devil possesses this one. He drives her to wantonly partake of the sins of the flesh; and the little temptress has succeeded with the help of the devil in drawing our good Sister Kathleen into her carnal web!"

The Abbess stared intently at the gobs of dried cum encrusted on my inner thighs and labia. A look of horror crossed her aged, ferret-like face. She stepped back as though she might catch something awful from me, and called for the monk, Ethelbert, who came running from an adjoining room. The Abbess immediately began issuing orders. "Ethelbert! Seize her immediately! Shackle her to the wall! And Hilda! Run and fetch Sister Kathleen. We must get to the bottom of this!"

Ethelbert stepped forward to shove me back against the wall; then grabbing my wrists and raising them over my head, he cuffed and chained me wrists overhead. Then we waited in silence for Hilda to return.

As I hung from my wrists, back against the wall, Ethelbert leaned toward the Abbess' ear and confided in hushed, but still audible, conspiratorial tones, "My Abbess, while we are waiting I wish to take the opportunity to share with you some alarming news that has just come into my possession. It seems that the Cardinal has taken it upon himself to invite a new entry to this year's Competition ... namely Mont St. Michel Abbey; and furthermore, it is said that the French Abbey possesses a most stunning young novice, known as Messaline, who I fear is almost certain to appeal to the Cardinal's special prurient tastes."

Before anything more could be said, Sister Kathleen came bustling into the room, still adjusting her habit and looking a little pale. Her eyes darted from me to the Abbess and back again, as Hilda came huffing into the room to proclaim, "My Abbess, I regret to report that I just found Sister Kathleen lying naked in her bed, and from all appearances the bed had been the scene of a most unholy coupling between her and our young Barbara!"

"Is this true, Sister Kathleen?" snapped the Abbess, hand to mouth in consternation.

"No, it was not as it appeared to Sister Hilda, my dear Abbess. Please, let me explain. I was sound asleep in my bed when this little hussy slipped into my room, reeking of wine, and taking advantage of my drowsy state to strip me of my night clothes. The little seductress wantonly threw herself upon me in a most unnatural and lustful frenzy. I was overwhelmed at first, but then did my best to fight her off, eventually succeeding in bringing her attack to a halt and sending her from my room."

"No, no! That's not how it was at all," I cried, shocked at the enormity of the betrayal.

"Don't listen to her. She is possessed of the devil. It's plain to see," cried Sister Kathleen, cutting me off, and shooting me a meaningful look.

I got the message. Don't protest; don’t drag her down with me; accept the consequences if I hope to ever get out of here.

"Enough," snapped the Abbess. "Barbara must be punished; we must move decisively to exorcize this evil lustfulness from the poor girl's soul. But we also need her. The Competition is only days away, and we must have her ready. Ethelbert and Sister Hilda, take her down to the crypts at once and do what you must to her, but also have her ready for another reenactment by evening prayers tomorrow. We must continue to train her for the Competition."

Ethelbert moved quickly to unshackle me, and as he did, the Abbess turned to Kathleen to say, "And as for you, Sister Kathleen, please accept my sincere apologies for the dreadful assault you have just experienced at the hands of this vile child. Go now and pray that you may be cleansed both spiritually and bodily of its ill effects. God be with you!"

I panicked and began to struggle as I was released, but Ethelbert, who was big and strong, easily put an end to that by grabbing my flailing arms and pinning them behind my back. While he held me, Hilda came around to bind my wrists together with a length of cord. The Abbess nodded toward the door and I was led away.

We followed the passage way into the Abbey church and descended behind the choir to the crypts below, passing through the parade of burial monuments that filled the crypt until we reached a heavy wooden door at the back. Sister Hilda produced a key and unlocked the door, and as it swung open slowly Ethelbert shoved me through.

I gasped at the scene that met my eyes ... the dimly lit chamber was filled with every imaginable instrument of torture and punishment ... a large wooden rack, a pair of X-crosses against a back wall, a water wheel, ropes and pulleys bolted to the ceiling, iron cages, wooden horses and stocks, not to mention racks and racks of whips, canes, cudgels, and irons. The room was also quite warm and the air acrid due to a large stone pit filled with glowing coals.

A barrel-chested, bald man in black leather breeches stepped forward to greet us. He nodded affirmatively as Ethelbert whispered in his ear. "Excellent! I will get to her shortly, soon as I have finished over there on the rack with that disobedient little Irish bitch, Roisin Mac Donagh," he announced, jerking his thumb toward the girl whose whipping I had earlier witnessed through the Abbess’ keyhole, now stretched out naked on the rack. “In the meantime,” he added, kneeling and clamping irons on my ankles, “help me string this one up so she can reflect on the errors of her ways while waiting her turn.”

He attached a coarse rope to my leg irons that led to a pulley bolted to the ceiling. While Hilda untied my wrists and held me in place, Ethelbert hauled on the free end of the rope. My feet went out from under me, and in a series of jerky movements I was upended and raised upside-down.

The rope groaned as I spun slowly around, suspended by my ankles, my short brown novice’s shift sliding down, catching momentarily on my breasts and then my chin, before gliding down my hanging arms and falling free to the floor below.

TO BE CONTINUED
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Awwwwww :(

Shafted by Sister Kathleen :(

That's dreadful :(

Don't tell me Sister K is going to start triggering my loathometer! :mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:
 
Hanging from her fettered ankles
Is not the worst bit: that which rankles
Is Kathleen's crude attempt to frame her
Which sent Barb to the torture chamber.
The Abbess outwardly seems furious,
Yet I suspect she may be curious
To see if Barb, so lewd, so young,
Could teach the Abbess with her tongue
The silent speech of sinful pleasure
Beyond all human power to measure,
Awaken her to joys fantastical
Beyond the realm ecclesiastical,
Transporting her, through earthly vice
To heavenly, sensual paradise.
And if by chance the girl refuses,
The monk shall put her to other uses...
 
montycrusto said:
Hanging from her fettered ankles
Is not the worst bit: that which rankles
Is Kathleen's crude attempt to frame her
Which sent Barb to the torture chamber.
The Abbess outwardly seems furious,
Yet I suspect she may be curious
To see if Barb, so lewd, so young,
Could teach the Abbess with her tongue
The silent speech of sinful pleasure
Beyond all human power to measure,
Awaken her to joys fantastical
Beyond the realm ecclesiastical,
Transporting her, through earthly vice
To heavenly, sensual paradise.
And if by chance the girl refuses,
The monk shall put her to other uses...
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That is so good.... Monty, I hereby dub you the official poet laureate of the "Competition" thread. ;)
 
To purge the demons of temptation that the sinful novice had inflicted on Sister Kathleen she would be stripped of her meager earthly possessions and kneel on the hard chapel floor as Novice Barbara 'trained' for the competition...
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Sister Kathleen spent the time praying but not that her soul would be saved but that Sister Hilda would not notice her inner thighs were soaked from watching Barbara writhe on the cross...

After Barbara's training session was over the novice would 'perform' her penance...
abbey 122.jpg
 
thehangingtree said:
To purge the demons of temptation that the sinful novice had inflicted on Sister Kathleen she would be stripped of her meager earthly possessions and kneel on the hard chapel floor as Novice Barbara 'trained' for the competition...
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Sister Kathleen spent the time praying but not that her soul would be saved but that Sister Hilda would not notice her inner thighs were soaked from watching Barbara writhe on the cross...

After Barbara's training session was over the novice would 'perform' her penance...
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abbey 101.jpg This is a great pic for the story Tree ... thanks for posting.:)

abbey 122.jpg I like this one too :devil:
 
8. Slowly I spun around, hanging from my fettered ankles, blood rushing to my head, naked. Over on the other side of the torture chamber the Irish girl, Roisin Mac Donagh, was screaming her head off as they stretched her on the rack. The barrel-chested man stood over her, facing me, his hands on the ratchet mechanism that wound the ropes tied to the poor girl's bloody wrists around the large wooden roller above her head.

The ratchet made a loud clicking noise as he tugged on the handle bar that advanced it, and Roisin cried out, "Tù ag dul a English lobhadh I ifreann!" Then there was a pause during which she groaned, whimpered and sobbed pitifully, her sweat-sheened chest rising and falling in rapid belabored breaths.

Demands that she confess were made, literally shouted in her face ... to exactly what she was to confess was not clear to me. She shook her head in response to these demands, and then cursed at her tormentors in her odd-sounding native Celtic tongue. Sister Hilda and Ethelbert, backs to me, stood in silent witness to her sufferings.

As all this was going on, my mind was racing; question after question assaulting my consciousness. How much longer can the Irish girl endure the cruelties of being stretched on that rack? How much longer before it would be 'my turn' as the barrel-chested dungeon master referred to it? And what will they do to me? I remembered the Abbess telling Hilda and Ethelbert to do what they must. What did that mean? For what purpose would they torture me … presumably, to drive out the devil; to rid me of my so-called unnatural carnal impulses … but how? Will I be as strong as the Irish girl?

Yet, I remembered the Abbess also reminding them that I had to be ready to carry that cross by evening prayer. I could take solace in that. It meant they couldn't maim or kill me. I must simply suck it up and do as Sister Kathleen implied … take the fall for our indiscretion.

The ratchet mechanism sprang to life again, causing Roisin, who had been quietly sobbing to herself after refusing to confess, to begin screaming again … her shrieks echoed off the stone walls and vaulted ceiling, filling the chamber. This time, though, there was the terrible popping noise of tearing cartilage and ligaments. My God! What are they doing to her? They are going to tear her apart!

Then the screaming suddenly stopped. She had passed out. The barrel-chested dungeon master leaned over to shake her head from side to side and slap her cheeks. No response. He shrugged, and then looked up at me. "We'll take a break here," he announced to Hilda and Ethelbert, "and turn our attentions to your young charge over there. You say we need to drive the devil from her ... hmmm, so many ways, so many ways."

He came over to where I hung upside down, muttering to himself. I tried to ignore his presence. But crouching down so he could look me in the eye, he reached out and grabbed me by one of my nipples, stopping my spinning. Then he twisted my nipple so hard I yelped in pain. He had my full attention now.

"What we need to do with you, my friend, is wash the sin of unnatural lust from your soul," he growled, “yes, we shall wash the bad from within you, and bring just punishment down on your bodily home of lascivious pleasures."

Rising, he stepped over to where the end of the rope holding me aloft was moored to an iron stanchion on the wall, loosened it, and gave it a mighty heave, raising me higher. At the same time he swung the entire apparatus ... overhead beam and pulley ... from which I was hung around until I hovered over a large wooden vat filled with dirty foul-smelling water.

Quickly and eagerly stripping herself to the waist, with that by now all too familiar malevolent look in her eyes, Hilda took a position nearby, holding a long braided whip in her hand. Meanwhile, Ethelbert bound my wrists behind my back.

I waited for the inevitable, long brown hair hanging down into and gently stirring the surface of the water below my head. Several minutes passed in silence. I stared wide-eyed at my tormentors. They were giving me a little time to think about what was going to happen next.

Then the dungeon master lowered me, jerkily, a few inches at a time. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as the top of my head broke the surface of the water, which was freezing cold. Then I went under, and continued to go down until the water swirled around my bare shoulders and breasts.

I was doing my best to hold my breath when Hilda suddenly brought the biting tip of her whip down between my thighs to strike at my crotch. I bucked. Then she did it again, causing me to open my mouth. Water rushed in, and continued to do so as lash after lash ripped away at the tender lips of my labia.

I began to choke and thrash helplessly. Then they pulled me out, sputtering, water running from my nose and mouth, a small trickle of blood meandering down my tummy from the whip marks covering my reddened mound.

"Out, out, oh evil one!" chanted Hilda, hands on hips, water and blood spattered all over her immense fleshy pale breasts.

Down I went a second time, no warning. I swallowed water, bucked and twisted. Hilda resumed her assault on my defenseless privates, loudly proclaiming that it would be some time before I might feel the desire to pleasure myself again.

Then, just as I was sure I was drowning, up I went again. Ethelbert punched me in the stomach. Water gushed from my mouth and nose. I sputtered, coughed and choked.

Then down I went again and again... 10 times in all, before they finally stopped!

After the tenth, they let me hang for a while … only half-conscious, water still streaming from my mouth and nose and running through my hair back into the vat … until, apparently satisfied, they took me down, carried me over to an iron cage, unlatched its door and tossed me onto its filthy straw-covered floor.

A few minutes later Roisin was thrown, barely conscious, into the cage next to mine.

TO BE CONTINUED
 
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She's going to be cruxed in the quad.
In a manner decidedly odd.
She won't give a toss,
As she's nailed to the cross
For she's lapping it up, by God.

Her highlights flash red in the breeze
As she flexes her elbows and knees.
She's fitter and stronger
And bound to last longer
Than young Messaline, if you please.

In the cloister they fervently pray,
That Barbara will carry the day.
For if not, she'll be whipped,
Stripped, and chained in the crypt.
It's all there in the fine print. Hooray!
 
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