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  Contents

  Title Page

  TEASER

  Copyright

  PART ONE EXAMINED BY THE CHAPLAIN

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  PART TWO IN SERVICE OF THE LORD

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  PART THREE PRAYING FOR THE DUKE'S MERCY

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  MORE HISTORICAL EROTICA

  SINFUL LUST

  A BOX SET

  Celia Strapp

  Copyright © 2015 Celia Strapp. All rights reserved.

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  FROM EXAMINED BY THE CHAPLAIN

  ‘There are no buts, dear, not unless you have something to hide from me?’ said Mother Superior.

  ‘It’s not that,’ I said. But there was. I knew that deep inside me, the doctor’s touch had caused arousal. I’d never had a man’s hands on my body before, and the gentle but firm way he’d examined my arms and legs had made my little erotic centre start to moisten with the dew of lust. I’d touched myself before, even though I know onanism is a sin. I’d played with my flower on a number of occasions, but only briefly, and I’d always left myself wanting more. Never had anyone seen the engorged state that my little kitty got into when I thought of men, never had anyone touched me there.

  ‘Well?’ said Mother Superior.

  ‘No,’ I said, shame burning in my face, ‘I have nothing to hide.

  I took hold of the knotted ends of the cord which held my habit together, and pulled at them gently, unhooking the fabric from round my body. The doctor and Mother Superior watched me carefully, and I saw them feasting on my body with their eyes as I undressed. The material fell from me straight down onto the dirty floor of the room, the habit of which I’d been so proud just a few hours ago discarded and filthy on the ground. I stood in front of the only in my bloomers and brassiere, cold and vulnerable.

  ‘Good girl,’ said the doctor, ‘thank you for your obedience. Obedience is something that the sisters value very highly here, isn’t it Mother Superior?’

  ‘It most certainly is,’ said Mother Superior, her voice suddenly slightly strained. I could here the sound of her hand moving against fabric. I imagined suddenly her sacred place, beneath her robes, on fire with lust as she looked at me. No, surely she couldn’t be enjoying seeing me like this, could she? As I thought more about her, I felt my own lust blossom between my legs, and I struggled not to squirm as they watched me. A sudden thought entered my mind: Order me to take my undergarments off, doctor! Look at my naked body!

  FROM IN SERVICE OF THE LORD

  ‘You have been such a good girl for me, taking my punishment like you did, that I want to give you a reward. You shall walk around the Abbey wearing your lace nightdress, with these rosaries jiggling around inside your little quim, giving you pleasure, so that tonight, when it is time for me to take you, to make you mine, you will be very wet for me indeed.’

  The Prior lifted me by the waist, and placed me on my unsteady feet, and I felt the beads jiggle around inside me, my little pussy muscles clenching around them. Did the Prior do this to all of the servants? Did he corrupt them all in this perverse way?

  ‘Ah yes,’ said the Prior, watching my expression change as I felt the beads moving around inside me. ‘You’ll find yourself… how shall I put this… tensing up a little as the beads knock back and forth in your sweet little kitty. If we leave them in for several hours, it will make you all the tighter, and all the sweeter, when I finally enter you tonight.’

  With that, he spun around and existed my room, leaving me standing there, trembling, the moisture dripping down between my naked legs.

  ‘Oh, just one more thing,’ said the Prior, putting his head around the door for a moment. ‘Don’t even think about putting any more clothes back on now. Not even your undergarments. I want all the other monks’ eyes on you, all day, as you work in the house. I want them to know what a ravishing little beauty I have here in my service, and what a lucky man I am, that I get to fuck her tonight. I want them all to think about what it might be like to touch you, to ravish you, I want them to abandon innocence, just as I have, because of your flesh. Goodbye, my dear.’

  I felt the beads quiver in my kitty as the Prior slammed the door shut, and I almost dropped to my feet that second, desperate to touch myself and add to the burning pleasure that was already building back up inside me, but I knew that there were potatoes to peel, and I had no choice but to do as my Master had said, and go out there and peel them.

  FROM PRAYING FOR THE DUKE’S MERCY

  My eyes, level with the Duke’s crotch, saw something beginning to appear in the front of his pantaloons, something thick and bulbous, snaking up beneath the black fabric. I could smell something too, a hot, spicy, sexy smell, beginning to emanate from his nether regions.

  I held my hands together in supplication and waited desperately for the Lord to save me. But the Lord did not save me, and neither did the Duke.

  His hands began undoing the silver buckle on his belt, and then he reached inside his pantaloons and pulled out his meat, thick and strong, letting the enormous object spring out to its full length before me.

  ‘Oh, sir…’ I begged. ‘Please… No!’

  ‘That’s it,’ he said smiling. ‘Keep begging me, my girl.’

  ‘Please, sir,’ I said, looking at the monstrous thing before me. I thought it had previously grown to its full length, but it kept on growing, a thick, purple tip now protruding from the end of it, and the entire length of it now full of purple veins, bulging out of his skin as it filled up with blood and desire. ‘Please,’ I said again, quieter this time, as I became unsure of the effect this thing was having on me. I had thought at first I was scared of it, but now… now there was something else. I was almost… attracted to it.

  ‘Please…’ I begged again, but before I could let another mouth escape my lips, the Duke pushed the tip of his giant manhood between my lips.

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  PART ONE

  EXAMINED BY THE CHAPLAIN

  Chapter 1

  ‘Come in sister, come out of the cold,’ said that Mother Superior. The woman before me was slim and austere. She wore a dark grey wimple, just like me, although hers was surrounded by an intricate golden trim. This was the mark of the Sisters of Pikestowe Abbey, the oldest order of nuns serving the Lord in the Kingdom of England. After years of training and service at my home diocese of Westhampton, I had finally been allowed to make the long, dark journey to Pikestowe and join the holy sisterhood.

  ‘Thank you, Reverend Mother,’ I said to the stern-looking woman in front of me. I was so relieved to be allowed to come in from the cold. The entrance chamber of the priory was not overly warm, but it was a much-needed reprieve from the harsh blowing wind of the outside.

  ‘It is a pleasure dear, and a pleasure to welcome you to our community,’ she said as we started to walk toge
ther through the high-ceilinged entranceway. I could smell incense being burned somewhere nearby, and it was almost silent in here, save for our soft footsteps. ‘Do you have no things?’ she asked.

  ‘No, Reverend Mother, no possessions whatsoever. Nothing save for the clothes on my back.’

  ‘Very good,’ she said.

  At the end of the rather chilly room stood a man. I was a little surprised to see a man in the priory. I’d always assumed that men and women were not allowed to mix in monastic settings, and that the only men I might see would be servants and tradesman.

  ‘This is our Chaplain, Dr. Goodbody. He tends to the needs of the flesh of the sisters here. Although the Lord above looks after our souls, the occasional ailment does slip between these holy walls. Dr. Goodbody is always here to look after any needs that the sisters might have. Isn’t that right, doctor?’

  The doctor stepped forward and his face was lit by a nearby glowing brazier. I could see that he was a middle-aged man, just starting to grey around the temples. He had a furrowed, concerned brow, and seemed almost as though he had caught a whiff of something nasty on the air.

  ‘Pleased to meet you, Miss…?’

  ‘It’s sister Purity, doctor,’ said the Mother Superior, responding immediately to the doctor’s question. Purity was of course not my name by birth, but it would be the name I would go by at the priory from now on.

  ‘Purity. What an interesting name,’ said the doctor, giving me a strange, half-smile. ‘I suppose we’ll have to see just how appropriate that name is.’ I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I tried to smile, glad for the shade my wimple gave to my face.

  ‘Ah yes, the examination,’ said Mother Superior, lacing the fingers of her hands together into a contened knot. ‘Were you made aware of the requirements of this sisterhood by your priest, Purity?’

  Requirements? What on earth did Mother Superior mean? I had undergone years of bible study, hours of prayer a day and countless extra lessons with my kind, patient priest, Father Murray.

  ‘I take it by your bemused look that you don’t know to what I am referring,’ she said, with an irritated little shake of her head. She tutted and looked disappointed. ‘Chastity, my dear. We demand chastity. An unbroken hymen. No touch of a man on your nether regions. Virginity and an intact maidenhood!’ As she spoke, getting more and more stern, I felt myself starting to blush. How could I have been so stupid! Of course all nuns had to be virgins, I’d always known that. I just hadn’t imagined that Mother Superior would be making such obvious reference to my sexual history.

  Now, I had never dreamed of even letting a man touch me there let alone do anything more than just touching, but I must confess that I had thought about it many, many times. One of the young trainee priests at my diocese, Father Francis, had been so handsome and so strong that I’d thought about his arms around me many times. I’d never acted out on my fantasies, but one time, late in the church, when the lights were dim and I was blessing the candles at the altar, I’d caught a glimpse of a man watching me and I’d known it had been Father Francis. I imagined offering myself up to him on the altar, my virginity the ultimate sacrifice in the name of our Lord, the worst sin imaginable. When I looked over my shoulder, he was gone.

  ‘Mother, I am most certainly a virgin,’ I said, still blushing in the brazier’s warm light.

  ‘If you have nothing to hide, child, why do you blush so?’

  ‘I’m not used to discussing…immodesty, Mother.’

  She seemed satisfied enough by the answer. She turned to Dr. Goodbody. ‘Regardless of this young sister’s assertions, we will of course carry out full medical examination, as is our policy here at the Abbey.’ The doctor nodded, with a sage, knowing look in his eye.

  ‘Indeed, Reverend Mother. I shall make sure that I am utterly thorough in my investigations.’

  ‘Oh not to worry, doctor, I think I shall sit in on this examination myself,’ she said. Her eyes played up and down my form for a moment, before she looked me straight in the eye. Something like fire burned in the centre of her pupils. ‘If she’s not intact, she won’t be joining us.’

  A full medical examination? Whatever did they mean?

  Chapter 2

  As I followed the doctor and the Mother Superior around the winding passageways of the priory, my mind raced with the information I had been given. I was to undergo a full medical examination, to discovery, among other things, whether I was worthy of joining the sisterhood. It was dark throughout the building, with light coming from stinking wax candles and occasionally, in larger spaces, from low-hanging braziers. I’d never been in a place quite like this. The whole space felt like one giant, winding church, with solid slabs of grey stone portioning the place up into small little rooms and grander openings. As we walked, we passed a few sisters, who covered their mouths with their hands. I’m sure I heard giggles and gasps as the nuns saw the doctor. Or could it be because they’d seen me? Did they know what was in store for me? Had they been through exactly the same thing themselves?

  Eventually, ahead of us stood a large, solid oak door, with a big keyhole. Mother superior stepped forward and took a key from a chain at her waist.

  ‘Now dear sister, are you ready for your examination?’

  ‘Yes,’ I said, although I must confess my heart was sick with worry. No man had ever seen beneath my clothes, and I didn’t think that the first day I wore a habit a man would be lifting it to examine my nether regions.

  ‘Good. Now, you must remember that the doctor is a holy man. We are in the presence of the Lord here, and you must rest assured that although the investigation will be unusual and humiliating for you, it is not blasphemous.’

  I began to feel extremely nervous. Just what was going to be done to me in the room behind the door? Why was I being given this speech about blasphemy and humiliation? Before I had time to think these worries through, Mother Superior had turned the large key in the lock. I heard the clunking latch turn, and we walked into the room.

  It was musty in here and dark, even darker than the corridors of the priory had been. In the centre of the room was a sort of chair, but it was angled back, so that if someone were to sit in it, they’d almost be lying down.

  ‘Purity,’ said Dr. Goodbody, ‘have you ever been seen by a medical professional before?’

  ‘No, doctor,’ I said, shivering from the cold.

  ‘Well, just remember there is nothing untoward going on. Now, Mother Superior, if you wouldn’t mind locking the door.

  I heard the key turn again behind us. Why would they bother locking me in here? It wasn’t as if I were going to escape.

  ‘Excellent,’ said the doctor. ‘Now Purity, if you wouldn’t mind, could you pull your habit back from your wrist? I need to have a look at the skin of your arms. In case of disease, you see.’

  I looked at Mother Superior, and then glanced at my arm. I took hold of the silken cloth of my habit, and drew it back, bunching it at the elbow. The doctor moved closer to me. He had a peculiar smell, a sort of unholy chemical stench. He took out a small magnifying glass and held it up to my arm before gently taking hold of my wrist and scanning up and down my skin.

  ‘Excellent, excellent,’ he said, as he gripped me. Then, he made me hold my arm out and he gently, ever-so-gently stroked his finger along the length of my cold, pale forearm. I felt my skin pucker at his touch, as little goosebumps broke out over my body. He repeated the entire procedure with my other arm, and this time, he touched me so lightly that it was as though a feather had fallen onto my skin. I shivered a little.

  ‘Don’t fret dear. Your forearms seem fine. Now if you’d just lift your skirts a little for me, so that I may see your ankles.’ He seemed to be breathing a little more heavily now, almost as though he were out of breath. I glanced round at Mother Superior and she nodded at me, encouraging me. She had a hand draped down her front and, it was, it was resting right over her most private part. I l
ooked down at the hand and almost felt as though it was moving slightly.

  ‘Lift your skirts, girl,’ said the doctor again. When I didn’t move, he reached down with a huff and grabbed the hem of my skirt. I felt a sudden thrill of excitement. No man had ever seen my legs before. Then, I felt his cool hand on my ankle, and my leg trembled slightly as he gently lifted it.

  ‘Have to check for bumps or irregularities,’ he said, breathing heavily still. He moved up past my calf, over the inside of my knee. Don’t stop, I wished, hoping that his hand might go a little higher, might come a little closer to my central area. He carried on up and came to rest on my lean thigh. He squeezed a little.

  ‘Oh this is most excellent, but…’he said, ‘there may be something wrong here. Purity,’ he said, looking me in the eye, ‘I’m afraid we’ll need to remove all of your clothes to diagnose the problem.’

  Chapter 3

  ‘But doctor,’ I began.

  ‘There are no buts, dear, not unless you have something to hide from me?’ said Mother Superior.

  ‘It’s not that,’ I said. But there was. I knew that deep inside me, the doctor’s touch had caused arousal. I’d never had a man’s hands on my body before, and the gentle but firm way he’d examined my arms and legs had made my little erotic centre start to moisten with the dew of lust. I’d touched myself before, even though I know onanism is a sin. I’d played with my flower on a number of occasions, but only briefly, and I’d always left myself wanting more. Never had anyone seen the engorged state that my little kitty got into when I thought of men, never had anyone touched me there.

  ‘Well?’ said Mother Superior.

  ‘No,’ I said, shame burning in my face, ‘I have nothing to hide.

  I took hold of the knotted ends of the cord which held my habit together, and pulled at them gently, unhooking the fabric from round my body. The doctor and Mother Superior watched me carefully, and I saw them feasting on my body with their eyes as I undressed. The material fell from me straight down onto the dirty floor of the room, the habit of which I’d been so proud just a few hours ago discarded and filthy on the ground. I stood in front of the only in my bloomers and brassiere, cold and vulnerable.