myself immediately with a low curtsey, not only to the Abbess, but to two young monks who were in her apartments. One I knew well as Father Abelard, Lady Beatrice's favorite confessor, the other, a much younger man, I knew only slightly by sight. I know him much better now; he was no other than Eustace, who is at this moment either reveling or sleeping in my sister's arms in the adjoining room. The Mother Superior received me graciously, but my appearance seemed to revive some dispute between the two monks.
“'It is my right and I will maintain it,' said Abelard.
“'You will have many opportunities,' retorted Eustace, 'and her ladyship here promised me the first. Besides I have given an offering to the shrine of St. Emengarde.'
“'Much you care about the shrine,' said the other jeeringly. 'The shrine you care about is that situated between a pretty novice's plump thighs!'
“'Reverend Fathers both,' interposed the Abbess, 'I beg to remind you that this altercation is most unseemly and will produce a bad impression on the mind of my fair young novice here.' With this, she nodded to them, looking towards me with a strongly marked impression as if recommending prudence.
“'Cannot you draw lots?' said she. 'I have a better idea still.' She said something to them in a low tone that seemed to amuse them and ended their dispute.
“'I agree,' said Abelard.
“'And I also,' said Eustace. 'Indeed, I may rather prefer the rear just by way of a change.'
“'Very well,' said the Abbess, 'So that you are agreed. I suppose she had better be stripped?'
“'Oh, certainly, stark naked, all but her stockings and slippers,' they both exclaimed, 'and she had better be slightly whipped just to tickle and excite her, not to hurt her much. And as you are sure she is a virgin, holy sister, you had better supply us with some cold cream or ointment to ease our passage, or we shall be shooting our sperm before we are half in her orifices.' And they both laughed as if there was some excellent joke. Now half of this was Greek to me, but I dimly understood that there was something about stripping and whipping, to be followed probably by other proceedings, in which it seemed both the reverend gentlemen proposed to participate.
“So although I was far from being a prude, it was with some reluctance that I obeyed my Mother Superior's orders to strip myself naked for inspection. But I had little choice in the matter, so I proceeded to unveil my charms. In a minute or two, I stood exposed to the admiring but lustful gaze of the two spiritual directors.
“They immediately commenced their investigations. 'A very fine girl indeed.' 'Only sixteen you say, Lady Beatrice?' 'Hm! Looks rather older.' 'And a virgin, eh? Let us see.' These disjointed sentences fell from the lips of both the monks as they felt me and pulled me about, apparently in great delight.
“At last by way of inspecting my virginity, they both knelt down, one in front and the other behind me. Abelard opened the taut lips of my cunt, and inspecting it and inserting his finger, remarked, 'I believe you are right, Sister Beatrice, and that she is still in possession of her maidenhead.'
“'She exhibits no signs of straining here,' responded Eustace from the other side, pulling open the cheeks of my rump and inserting his finger into that puckered orifice, 'and what's more, I shall certainly require lots of cold cream or something of that sort, if I am to effect an entrance into that delicate little spot.'
“I felt a little frightened at these proceedings, despite my curiosity, and another feeling began to take some hold upon my imagination as the gentlemen moved around me and knelt down. For I could get glimpses of what I had never seen before, namely a man's cock fully erect. The sight of those glorious, ruby-headed pricks certainly excited a little fear, but more admiration. In short, I was rapidly becoming exited, and would have consented willingly to anything in moderation. But, of course, moderation was unknown to my intending violators, and as for my own consent, they neither asked for it or required it.
“They asked the Abbess if she thought it would be necessary to tie me down, to which she answered, 'Oh no! I don't think she will make any resistance, will you, Agatha? It is only an ordeal that all novices have to go through – all the desirable ones at any rate. It won't hurt you very much, if at all.'
“'Certainly not,” chimed in the lustful monks. “We whip the pretty girls very lightly and fuck them very hard. The ugly ones we whip very hard and fuck very little; only just enough to keep them in health.'
“And they both chuckled over the ludicrous idea. As they were speaking, the Abbess had me kneel down on a divan somewhat similar to that on which you saw Emilie undergo her punishment. My placing myself in this position called forth from the monks renewed compliments on my beauty in general and the voluptuous swell of my buttocks in particular. But it was quite evident that the holy fathers could not contain themselves much longer. Abelard, seizing the birch rod, began to apply it, so gently at first that it did little more than tickle me, so that I rather liked it. But he got so excited by lust and by my exclamations that he began to lay the weapon on much harder until I began to cry out. He switched me thoroughly, over my belly and back. Indeed, that was the very worst part of it, for the hissing undercuts he made caught the edges of my pussy lips and seemed to lay them raw. This only seemed to excite the monk to a greater degree, and he laid to with gusto, delighted in the way the scarlet streaks crisscrossed my tender flesh and reached to the borders of my private parts. At last, Lady Beatrice interposed, saying that I was a very good girl, and did not require such treatment and that she was sure I was quite ready to receive all they were able to give me.
“'Indeed you must stop the rod, brother Abelard,' interposed Father Eustace, who right before my eyes had been rubbing the scarlet knob of his cock until it shone. 'I won't have that lovely rump sacrificed any more. Recollect that I am going in there. A little tickling and smarting and a few red stripes I don't mind, but I shan't have the little darling's lovely posterior made bloody. So grease your cock a little, and let us get our beauty between us. It's been a long time since we shared a fine girl.'
“'Not since you two nearly knocked my two holes into one, greedy wretches that you were!' laughed the Abbess. 'Agatha, stand here,” she continued, 'with your back towards the edge of the bed. Now, Eustace, you stand half supported by the bed. You had better grease her bottomhole as well as your own huge piston! You, Abelard, get in front of her. Agatha, open your thighs! The wider you stretch them the less pain you will feel. You will very likely be lifted off your legs, but these lascivious gentlemen will manage to hold you up between them, I dare say.'
“Imagine my position!” said my aunt. “Whipped, naked, with both orifices greased and gaping to receive a pair of throbbing cocks, reclining slightly backwards on Father Eustace who was resting against the bed with the tip of his cock already knocking for admittance at my back entrance. Meanwhile, Abelard was in front, pulling open the lips of my lightly-downed cunt.
“At last the time had come, and both began to push in together, but not far. Eustace found his channel of operations unexpectedly tight, and Father Abelard was having difficulty proceeding past the barrier of my maidenhead.
“At this picture, the Abbess, who seemed half beside herself with lascivious delight, was of great service to them. She told Eustace that he need not be afraid of hurting me, for she had the very best of reasons for knowing that my anal orifice could contain anything of the gauge of his thick shaft without injury. Then she asked Abelard sarcastically if he had never taken a maidenhead before and what he meant by fumbling there with only three inches of cock stuck into me!
“'Charge into her like men,' she demanded, 'until your four balls bang together under her rump!' Thus incited, they became desperate. Father Abelard lifted up my legs upon his arms while Eustace supported me with his hands under my buttocks. Then they both reared back at the hips and plunged forward, burying their cocks in me. I screamed at this ultimate violation. I felt as if my belly and the entire lower half of my body were filled with two red-hot iron pokers. They fucked me heartily, reaming me entirely from back and front. The force of the shoves, especially from the rear, left me breathless – I could feel that huge cock buried deeply in my anal canal worming back and forth insistently. The one in front found smoother passage, but the outrageousness of the shoves from the head to the balls near drove me into unconsciousness. The two of them erupted together in a raging flood, so that my bottomhole and cunt absolutely overflowed with foaming cream, in the latter case considerably streaked with blood from my broken virginity. Now all this no doubt sounds very shocking to your ears, dear Auguste, but I did not altogether dislike it. No girl despises praise and flattery, and I certainly had enough of that. In addition, when the monks had recovered themselves a little, they kissed me rapturously and promised me every indulgence that I liked. Father Abelard even said that if I would take the vows, he would use all his influence for my advancement. As he shortly afterwards become a Cardinal, I have no doubt but that he was as good as his word, and that I owe my present position, which is most unusual at my young years, almost entirely to his interest and patronage.
