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[Tantalism] Giselle's fall from grace 3

She stands close to the lamp near the gate to try and wring a little warmth from it. The flame was the only colour, a sigh of orange against black stone and cool spring dusk. Giselle’s breath came out in small clouds; each one felt like a confession she hadn’t yet shaped into words.

No bell. No knocker. Just the torch and the breath of wind on her body. She shifted, felt the gravel roll under her bare feet - cut and bleeding after the walk - and wished the sound would summon someone—anyone—to decide she could still leave. None came. The torch hissed; the wind answered. That seemed to be the whole conversation.

 

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“Come in little one. We’ve been expecting you,” leers the monk.

He doesn’t move back, so she has to push past him, feeling her body press past his rough, scratchy habit. His hand, rough and dirty, pats her bottom on the way through.

“Lovely,” he pants. “Time to prepare you for your presentation to the brothers. They’re very keen to make your acquaintance.”

 

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He takes a coil of hemp rope and ties her hands and arms behind her in such a way as to force her shoulders right back.

“Oww!” She exclaims involuntarily. He looks up, producing a small cane.

“I wouldn’t complain, little one,” he smiles and leans so close that she can smell his putrid breath. “It'd be a shame to mark your beautiful body before the Brothers saw you.”

 

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“The Brothers like it when I warm the girls up a little.” He touches her and sniffs his fingers. “I’ll let them know you’re already a little…moist.”

The monk grasped her upper arm roughly, leading her deeper into the abbey. His touch made her skin crawl with disgust and fear.

 

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Finally, they arrived at an iron-barred door. With a grunt, he opened it and pushed her inside, leaving her trembling in a small, damp cell. The door slammed shut with a clang that reverberated within her skull.

“I’ll be back for you when the Brothers are ready to view you.” She blinked back tears of fear and anger when she heard the bolt shoot home.

When the echo died down …silence slipped in, thick as damp wool.

She blinked hard, trying to catch a shape, a line, a window. Nothing. Only a chill draught stroking across her stomach, finding every frightened place her robe once covered. I’m naked, she remembered—again—and the knowledge slapped hotter than any hand. Every inch of skin proclaimed her guilt to the darkness.

 

[tanuno]

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They marched her in step with a distant chant—four beats down the corridor, turn, another three. The lantern swung, light strobing over walls seamed with damp; once she glimpsed a fresco, flaked paint the colour of old liver, winged things devouring their own feet.

A staircase spiralled upward. On every third step her bare soles found slippery moss, and she jerked, toes curling to grip. At a landing the lantern paused. Someone adjusted the knot at her wrists, tighter still, so the world shrank to the drum between shoulder-blades and the quick thud of her pulse at her ears.

A door, oak bound with iron roses. It opened outward onto warmth and light that stung until her eyes ran. Candles—dozens—stood in sockets along the walls like yellow tongues. Across their flare she saw many robed silhouettes seated in a semicircle on low stools, hoods hiding faces, only mouths visible: thin, patient.

They stood her in the middle of the circle, on display. The singing stopped. The monk with the missing eyebrows stepped forward. He lifted the rod between them—oiled ash, the length of a child’s arm. The wood gleamed; candle-flame caught its varnish and threw up light.

“Confession first,” he murmured; the room made his voice intimate, as though the words touched her skin.

 

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[Tantalism] Giselle's fall from grace 9

“What...what have you done?” Her voice came out hoarse, barely audible above the ringing in her ears. Slowly, they parted, revealing an altar adorned with symbols she didn’t recognize, and the dead body of a goat, its throat slit during the crescendo.

“What have you done?” she yelled. The room remained silent. “I wish to speak,” she said more softly. “I can lie no longer.”

“Then speak,” said the monk with no eyebrows. There was a momentary murmur circling the room.

“I was raped by Baron Rothsay. I was raped twice by him in fact. The first time he dragged me naked from my room and took me up against a tree. The second time I was clothed and molested against a tapestry in the long room of his house. He paid people to clean up after the crimes, and to find him not guilty. I don’t care what happens to me, but I’m not going to stand in this house of God and lie.”

 

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“The woman who allows a man to plant the seed of life on or in her fertile body is guilty of a grievous sin. It will be our recommendation to the court that you shall indeed be punished, and that your punishment reflects that you are a fallen woman. You will firstly be paraded around the courtyard for all to see. A wonton and pathetic sinner. Take her to her cell and tie her. And let Brother Gorgon guard her.”

Brother Gorgon was waiting for his opportunity to plunder her sweet, naked body. And especially, to tease her nipples. Maybe, in echange for some leniency when he rebound her, she might play with his penis.

 

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The courtyard was filled with men yelling profanities, and screaming what they'd do to her, given the chance. One monk fell prey to temptation as she passed by. Others stopped the progress of the horse so that the monk could tongue her thoroughly.

 

[tanuno]

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After the courtyard adventure, she was ordered to display her vagina so that the younger members of the monastery (who'd never seen such a thing) could learn something about women, and their evil capacity to lead into temptation.

The stick was rested on her lips and rotated. "This is how we make her nice and warm for the archbishop."

 

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They came very quickly. A couple of thrusts and they were done.

 

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A couple of the older monks washed her. Got rid of the dirt and the cum.

"Gotta get you ready for the Archbishop. He will want to know everything that's happened to you. In great detail."

Then they took her back to her cell. Locked the door. And left her to wait.

 

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"You must tell me everything that's happened to you my pretty little one. Everything. And while you do I want you to touch yourself."

He fondles her body, breathing heavily as he does. His breaths are halting, like the Baron when he first saw her naked.

She could feel the Archbishop getting harder under her right thigh.

"You've caused me to get an erection my dear. That's very naughty."

 

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"Goodness my child. Am I making you orgasm with my fingers? That's very naughty."

 

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The orgasm at the end of the Archbishop's probing finger resulted in her being tied to the wall for two hours, to be used by all as they desired. She was numb inside, and she looked into the distance, wanting his smelly mouth, his rough and grubby hands and his putrid cock to be gone.

 

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[Tantalism] Giselle's fall from grace 18

There's a very important meeting in the monastery, between the secretive monks who live there and a group from Giselle's town. She has been "invited" to attend. It's a demonstration of discipline methods.

 

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After days of submitting to an incredible range of perversions, Giselle is forced to face a group of religious men from her own parish. These men will decide on the next step of her rehabilitation.

 

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Father Noonan, from her home parish, does some research into Giselle's suitability.

 

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Giselle's body keeps betraying her with orgasms. Big, endless orgasms. Only women who are sinners have orgasms.

 

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And again. A moment of exquisite bliss surrounded by guilt and sin. And leering faces, all wanting a turn.