Marisia quavered, “O – I have taken a vow, my F-Father.”
“What is this? The minx speaks English?” Father Ambrose gasped, half to himself.
“Oui, a leetle,” Marisia quavered. No wonder, facing that bull of a priest, whose shaggy black cockmane would be enough to startle a pure virgin out of her wits, to say nothing of what protruded beyond it.
“Then you know what I proffer you, my daughter,” Father Ambrose pursued. “I, of all your confessors here, am most skilled in extracting a maiden's shyness. Without boasting, I will tell you that many a timid virgin has shed her blood willingly to accept the keepsake of my manhood, which womanizes her within an instant, and brings her to a state of grace. Come, let me remove your gown, my daughter!”
“Non, non, I have taken a vow, je vous dis!” Marisia insisted.
“A vow? What vow is this, before you are even a novice?” he cried irately.
I felt myself moved – Laurette had drawn the locket out of her bosom and was holding it up to the fat fearsome priest. “I have taken a vow by this token of Saint Laurette,” she cried.
“Saint Laurette? But that is a French saint of whom I have never heard. She does not pertain here now, my daughter. Come, I burn for you – do you not see how my prick trembles with longing? The viscous drops of white spunk which dribble from these lips speak eloquently of my passion! Ah, what sweet titties the minx has, and what a red little mouth – truly is it said she speaks French well – and she shall speak it to my prick all the night long if she is of such a mind!”
“Non, non, ne me touchez pas! I have taken a vow, I cannot give myself without my vow, Father!” Sweet Marisia cried again in the most passable English.
“Take care lest you raise my wrath more than you already do my prick, my daughter!” he thundered. “Give me this locket – is this your holy relic of Saint Laurette? Let us see what miraculous symbol it contains!”
Again I felt myself wildly jostled about – and then, oh blessed moment, the catch of the locket was released by his fat fingers, and sprang open – and I, I was free again! Oh bliss untold, oh rapturous liberty!
There he stood, his prick monstrously stiff and throbbing, and, as he had himself detailed, white drops of spunk oozing from the puckering lips, and Marisia, her mouth agape at such a sight of cocksureness, shrinking back against the wall of her cell, eyes wide with horror and appeal, her sweet titties rising and falling violently.
“Why, what is this?” he roared, dashing the locket to the floor. “No relic this, but blasphemy of the most heinous kind! I espied a sheaf of silken dark blonde hairs, my child, and in my manly wisdom I recognized those as from the cunt of some fair damsel – a saint. Or if such, then far too young and not yet enshrined in our order! You wish to trick me, do you? Oh, ingenious, sly minx, I will make you groan for your sins, and beg to take a blessing from me between your sweet white thighs! Come, no more of this deception, will you or will you not strip bare, that I may catechize you on our knowledge of cunthairs and all the rest and all the methods by which they are blessed by the emblem of my might and authority!”
With this, chuckling hoarsely, licking his lips, Father Ambrose advanced on the terrified Marisia, who veritably believed her last hour of virginity had come. But as he seized her about the waist, I darted down from my perch on a corner of the cell window, and bit him right on the obscenely monstrous plumhead of his bobbing cock, with all my might, drawing the blood I needed for my nourishment after so long a fast!
With a bellow of a wounded ox, he stumbled back, clapped his hands to his wounded organ, and, in his blind agony, did not see the little kneeling bench behind him. He tripped and fell full length, striking his head on the stone flagging of the cell, and lay unconscious. I darted down, reposing on his left breast a moment, enough to ascertain the breath of life was still much within his hairy chest. Then, in my own righteous dispensation of justice, I bit him a second time on one of his hairy fat spunk-laden balls, to teach him to break maidenheads and force their modest owners to break vows in their turn.
I waited to see what Marisia would do. Recovering, she stooped over her assailant and felt of his heart, then gave a gasp of relief. Then she sped out of her cell into the next, where Denise and Louisette, greatly alarmed by the clamor, were standing with their arms round each other.
Quickly Marisia told them what had taken place. “I am terribly afraid,” she avowed, “that when he comes to, he will wish to thrash me for my deception. The ruse Father Lawrence taught me so industriously has gone for naught, and I fear that ugly fat priest and all the others will seek to ravish us.”
“Oh, that cannot be,” Denise huskily exclaimed, “for I will give myself to no one else by our beloved Pere Lawrence!”
“Then there is but one hope – we must somehow wait till the dead of night and all are asleep, and go to find him and beg him to take us far from this seminary where a maiden's vow counts as nothing,” Marisia declared.
And so it was decided. Huddling in the cell occupied by the two sweet sisters, my lovely raven-haired young benefactress consoled Denise and Louisette with tender kisses and cooings, and I lingered just long enough to see soft hands disappear under rustling skirts as, to appease their frightfully strained nerves, the charming virgins began to frig one another. As for me, I went in search of Father Lawrence.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nourished vigorously as I was, my heart singing within my bosom at the notion of freedom, and congratulating my own flea-ish wisdom on having chosen to follow the fortunes of so alert and imaginative a minx as gentle Marisia, I flew down the corridor till I came upon the cell in which Father Lawrence was quartered. It was the isolated one, with an iron gate between it and the next building where the priests had their beds. It was the cell of extreme confessional, Father Superior had remarked. Well, so it was. Julia and Bella, on their first night at St. Thaddeus, had each been sequestered here for an hour of meditation before being joined and then delivered up to the assembled priests for an orgy of fucking.
What was this? As I neared his cell, I heard a feminine voice – and recognized it as sweet Julia's: “Oh, my Father, you are new to this seminary, and you seem kindlier than the others, for you have brought three tender abandoned virgins with you across the stormy Channel. Can you not help me and my friend Bella?”
“I will gladly give you what counsel I can, my dear daughter. But I am the newest acolyte of this righteous institution, and have no seniority.”
“Oh, Father, if you only knew! Since we entered here as trusting novices, we have been daily set upon by all the priests. Not a single day or night goes by, Father, when we are not required to serve their basest whims. Even those times when the maiden's curse is upon us both, we must tend our mouth or- something else – to – to their cocks! Can you not save us?”
“Where is this Bella now, my daughter?”
“She is with Father Clement and the Superior, who expressed eagerness for her companionship to ease the inflammation they suffered at the sight of the three charming neophytes you brought here for their future education.”