Loxuru
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Pope Tumescentius I?She's certainly the most tumescent
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The Cardinal Bishop and his Female Pope
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ledoux
Governor
You didn't get the memo about Tumescence Anonymous!? The Crux Forums' official approved word for this condition is now "puffy." See that you use it!
ledoux
Governor
You too!? See above post. Plus, using the approved word has the advantage of making the title alliterative.
twonines
LIMERICUS
DNA? in this case it`s obviously Dick Not Apparent.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Oh. My imagination still ran wild with that view of Barb!
Do you think she's trying to give me a signal that she's interested? I never can tell. Women are always so hard to read.
That is our Barb!
Great chapter Barb. I can only endorse all the praise that has already been lavished on it.
However, I beg to add a correction/clarification to the story as told. I don't think that the Cardinal Bishop's courage and compassion come through as strongly as they should. It took the incredible presence of mind for him to grasp in an instant, the big picture, to see that saving Barb from torture and death would be a trivial matter here compared to
It is clear who the shining hero of this story is!
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montycrusto
Guest
She's certainly the most tumescent
Yes but I got there firstPope Tumescentius I?
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Women are indeed hard to read....but we men are often so incredibly "illiterate"
Hugin&Munin
Presenter Of Images
No, but women just have to repeat this often enough, then we are slowly beginning to understand.
Very nice manip, Fossy.
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windar
Teller of Tales
Such unselfishness should surely be rewarded!
So you're leaving it to Goldman again to get her out of this? He already put one priest in the slammer, so what's a few moore???
twonines
LIMERICUS
Shades of the old Speedy Gonzales joke, "Senor, take your hand off my arse."Yes but I got there first
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Thank you for saying so my friendVery nice manip, Fossy.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
3. THE RECKONING
The sounds of loud talking and laughing intruded on Praetorio’s thoughts. He looked up to identify the source of the disturbance. It was the two Swiss Guards, loitering amongst the columns on the far side of the square. He got to his feet to glower at them. And when they paid him no attention he clapped his hands together loudly enough for the sharp report to echo across the stillness of the empty space. That caught their attention, forcing them to retreat sheepishly behind a column, hoping to remove themselves from the Cardinal Bishop’s line of sight.
The clapping of his hands also startled Barbara, who suddenly cried out, shifted position, muttered something totally incomprehensible … and then showered him with a jet of pee.
He jumped back in startled surprise and then, realizing the true nature of what had occurred, began to fastidiously brush the droplets of offending liquid from the front and shoulders of his cassock.
Accidental or purposeful? The question crossed his mind, but was quickly dismissed. Of course it wasn’t purposeful, the poor thing was after all barely conscious. He wanted to believe that, despite all that had happened, there was still something special and beautiful between them.
And to convince himself of that, he settled down once again, kneeling painfully, perhaps penitently, on the hard pavement to continue his critical review of the events of the previous days.
He recalled that the rest of that Saturday afternoon, following Barbara’s arrest, had been spent restlessly pacing back and forth in his own quarters, awaiting word of what had happened after the Swiss Guards had taken her away. Cardinal Vipera had rightfully barred him from following along. It would have been inappropriate, having recused himself, to be present when the shocking truth was revealed … when they discovered their suspicions were correct. That their Pope Innocent XI was a woman!
He imagined her horror and forebodings of disaster as those two Swiss Guards marched her along the Passetto, the famous elevated stone passageway built by Pope Nicholas III linking the Vatican with the Castel Sant’Angelo … the passageway that allowed the Popes for centuries to escape unseen in times of danger to the safety of the great fortress that stood on the banks of the Tiber.
By evening he had managed to worry himself sick over what might have been happening in the Castel. Would they have forced her to submit to another papal grope, with the odious Vipera performing the act? Or would they have taken a more drastically humiliating approach and simply forced her to undress? And when the truth came out, as it most surely would, what then?
She would be deposed, of course, but how? A formal trial before the College of Cardinals would be the most likely course of action, but how would that be conducted? Would they accuse her of crimes beyond masquerading as a man of the cloth? Force her, perhaps under torture, to confess to things of which she might be innocent, but would fill their need to stoke outrage, not only over her flagrant act of identity deception, but also over her many radical policies.
And there was more. Would he too not be on trial? And what would be the consequences of that for him? Loss of the office of Cardinal Bishop? Demotion to a mere Bishop, or even worse, and banishment to some remote and Godforsaken corner of the Church’s domain, perhaps Ireland!
Then there came the long-awaited knock on the door. He had rushed to open it, a lump in his throat. And as he both suspected and feared, his visitor was Cardinal Vipera … ominously accompanied once again by two Swiss Guards.
These were painful memories. Difficult to relive. As a random thought and a much needed diversion, he paused to ask himself, as he looked up from where he knelt at the foot of her cross to check on the two guards across the square, why it was that the Swiss Guards always seemed to appear in pairs? But, with a rueful shake of his head, he forced himself to abandon such a frivolous query, and refocus instead on the events of the previous Saturday.
Vipera, on gaining entry to Praetorio’s quarters, had greeted him smugly, and had obviously very much enjoyed informing him that Pope Innocent had indeed proven to be a woman. Praetorio had hated the look of gleeful triumph on the man’s face.
Vipera had also informed him that he, Praetorio, was not above suspicion and that, although he would retain his post as Cardinal Bishop for now, his role in the subterfuge surrounding the Pope’s gender would be the subject of a thorough investigation. For now, though, Vipera had quickly added, it was Praetorio’s duty as Cardinal Bishop to call for a trial of Pope Innocent XI, also known as Barbara of Mohr, to take place immediately, on the morrow, Sunday, May 1, after mass, in the Sistine Chapel. Vipera had then presented him with an already prepared order to sign.
He had wordlessly taken the parchment from zVipera, retreated to his desk and signed it with a shaking hand. And then he had asked Vipera the question that was foremost on his mind … whether it might be possible for him to see her?
The wily Vipera had, of course, anticipated that, and calmly informed him that the two Swiss Guards were, in fact, there to escort Praetorio to the Castel.
And so, flanked by the two guards and led by Vipera, he had been escorted in silence along the Passetto. And almost as an omen of the feared horrors to come, he found himself, as he walked, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun sinking in a fiery sunset over the roofs and towers of the Eternal City. Hell and damnation, he thought to himself.
Once inside the Castel, he had to adjust to the gloom of its ancient interior. He knew exactly where they were going … down into the subterranean bowels of the old fortress, where the prison cells and dreaded torture chambers were located.
As they descended narrow, winding stairwells and moved along long torch-lit passages, his sense of foreboding had heightened … especially so when they reached the point where he first heard her … heard her call out in anguish from somewhere up ahead.
Shortly later, after as they had rounded a bend in the passageway, a doorway appeared to be fed to one side through which light spilled out into the gloom … and through that doorway he could hear her howling and cursing in a way most unbecoming to a Pope, or former Pope.
Then, through that open doorway, he saw her … and the reason behind her shrill shouts of distress and rage became clear. For in the very center of what was a relatively spacious chamber, he saw that she had been suspended strappado-style’ from a stanchion bolted to the vaulted ceiling, with her wrists bound behind her back and her toes barely touching the floor. She was stark naked. Her Papal clothing and vestments lay scattered about on the floor.
There had been quite a number of Swiss Guards present. Exacty how many he couldn’t recall. But he remembered well how it had both shocked and saddened him to see that most of them were naked from the waist down, and that one of them was, at that very moment, vigorously assaulting Barbara from behind.
The man’s face was red with exertion. The base of his large and rigidly engorged member could be seen, as it slid in and out of her loins. He was clearly in the throes of reaching a climactic finish … the powerful, pounding thrusts of his hips made the soft flesh of her hind quarters shake and quiver, and her dangling breasts were bouncing about and swaying wildly. And, moments later, with one final powerful thrust, and a howl of triumph, he finished.
Suddenly aware of Praetorio’s presence, she had looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, gasping for air, mouth open with rivers of cum running from the corners and clinging on gobs to her chin.
“Well, Praetorio,” sneered Vipera. “Is this what you were so anxious to see? Your little whore of a Pope doing exactly what she does best? The Guards have been enjoying her, as you can see, from both behind and up front. I wonder how many times you’ve had the pleasure?”
Praetorio had at that moment, he recalled … involuntarily clenching his fists … seen red, and not the red of his fellow Cardinal’s garb. It was the red of fury! And he had nearly lost control.
But somehow he had managed to restrain himself … thankfully an inner voice had succeeded in delivering the message of restraint in the nick of time.
And he had quickly come to see it all clearly. The whole thing had been a set up! … a trap … that snake, Vipera, had purposely staged this sordid scene to entrap him, to bring him down.
And so, he had managed to control his rage, and had drawn some satisfaction from the obvious disappointment he saw in the face of his rival when he calmly replied, “No, Vipera, I’ve not had the pleasure … I was quite unaware, as I’ve already indicated, that our dear Pope was a woman. Moreover, had I known, in my capacity as Cardinal Bishop, I’d have brought the matter immediately to the attention of my colleagues in the College.”
“Then under the circumstances, Praetorio,” retorted Vipera, quick on his feet as always, “perhaps you’d like a turn with her now? She’s caused you enough trouble already …potentially even your job. Please, be my guest, and enjoy her considerable charms. She’s there for the taking, my friend. The Swiss Guards tell me she has a tight little ass that, as of yet, none of them have plundered. You could be the first. What do you say?”
“No, thank you. That would be wrong, and you know it, Vipera! I’ll not fall for your carefully laid traps.”
“Fine, then you and I will stay here for awhile and enjoy the spectacle. Something tells me the Guards are far from finished with her.”
And then, turning to the Guards, he continued, “Come now lads. It appears Luca has spent his load, and quite a performance it was! Who wants to be next? She’s waiting!”
TBC
The sounds of loud talking and laughing intruded on Praetorio’s thoughts. He looked up to identify the source of the disturbance. It was the two Swiss Guards, loitering amongst the columns on the far side of the square. He got to his feet to glower at them. And when they paid him no attention he clapped his hands together loudly enough for the sharp report to echo across the stillness of the empty space. That caught their attention, forcing them to retreat sheepishly behind a column, hoping to remove themselves from the Cardinal Bishop’s line of sight.
The clapping of his hands also startled Barbara, who suddenly cried out, shifted position, muttered something totally incomprehensible … and then showered him with a jet of pee.
He jumped back in startled surprise and then, realizing the true nature of what had occurred, began to fastidiously brush the droplets of offending liquid from the front and shoulders of his cassock.
Accidental or purposeful? The question crossed his mind, but was quickly dismissed. Of course it wasn’t purposeful, the poor thing was after all barely conscious. He wanted to believe that, despite all that had happened, there was still something special and beautiful between them.
And to convince himself of that, he settled down once again, kneeling painfully, perhaps penitently, on the hard pavement to continue his critical review of the events of the previous days.
He recalled that the rest of that Saturday afternoon, following Barbara’s arrest, had been spent restlessly pacing back and forth in his own quarters, awaiting word of what had happened after the Swiss Guards had taken her away. Cardinal Vipera had rightfully barred him from following along. It would have been inappropriate, having recused himself, to be present when the shocking truth was revealed … when they discovered their suspicions were correct. That their Pope Innocent XI was a woman!
He imagined her horror and forebodings of disaster as those two Swiss Guards marched her along the Passetto, the famous elevated stone passageway built by Pope Nicholas III linking the Vatican with the Castel Sant’Angelo … the passageway that allowed the Popes for centuries to escape unseen in times of danger to the safety of the great fortress that stood on the banks of the Tiber.
By evening he had managed to worry himself sick over what might have been happening in the Castel. Would they have forced her to submit to another papal grope, with the odious Vipera performing the act? Or would they have taken a more drastically humiliating approach and simply forced her to undress? And when the truth came out, as it most surely would, what then?
She would be deposed, of course, but how? A formal trial before the College of Cardinals would be the most likely course of action, but how would that be conducted? Would they accuse her of crimes beyond masquerading as a man of the cloth? Force her, perhaps under torture, to confess to things of which she might be innocent, but would fill their need to stoke outrage, not only over her flagrant act of identity deception, but also over her many radical policies.
And there was more. Would he too not be on trial? And what would be the consequences of that for him? Loss of the office of Cardinal Bishop? Demotion to a mere Bishop, or even worse, and banishment to some remote and Godforsaken corner of the Church’s domain, perhaps Ireland!
Then there came the long-awaited knock on the door. He had rushed to open it, a lump in his throat. And as he both suspected and feared, his visitor was Cardinal Vipera … ominously accompanied once again by two Swiss Guards.
These were painful memories. Difficult to relive. As a random thought and a much needed diversion, he paused to ask himself, as he looked up from where he knelt at the foot of her cross to check on the two guards across the square, why it was that the Swiss Guards always seemed to appear in pairs? But, with a rueful shake of his head, he forced himself to abandon such a frivolous query, and refocus instead on the events of the previous Saturday.
Vipera, on gaining entry to Praetorio’s quarters, had greeted him smugly, and had obviously very much enjoyed informing him that Pope Innocent had indeed proven to be a woman. Praetorio had hated the look of gleeful triumph on the man’s face.
Vipera had also informed him that he, Praetorio, was not above suspicion and that, although he would retain his post as Cardinal Bishop for now, his role in the subterfuge surrounding the Pope’s gender would be the subject of a thorough investigation. For now, though, Vipera had quickly added, it was Praetorio’s duty as Cardinal Bishop to call for a trial of Pope Innocent XI, also known as Barbara of Mohr, to take place immediately, on the morrow, Sunday, May 1, after mass, in the Sistine Chapel. Vipera had then presented him with an already prepared order to sign.
He had wordlessly taken the parchment from zVipera, retreated to his desk and signed it with a shaking hand. And then he had asked Vipera the question that was foremost on his mind … whether it might be possible for him to see her?
The wily Vipera had, of course, anticipated that, and calmly informed him that the two Swiss Guards were, in fact, there to escort Praetorio to the Castel.
And so, flanked by the two guards and led by Vipera, he had been escorted in silence along the Passetto. And almost as an omen of the feared horrors to come, he found himself, as he walked, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun sinking in a fiery sunset over the roofs and towers of the Eternal City. Hell and damnation, he thought to himself.
Once inside the Castel, he had to adjust to the gloom of its ancient interior. He knew exactly where they were going … down into the subterranean bowels of the old fortress, where the prison cells and dreaded torture chambers were located.
As they descended narrow, winding stairwells and moved along long torch-lit passages, his sense of foreboding had heightened … especially so when they reached the point where he first heard her … heard her call out in anguish from somewhere up ahead.
Shortly later, after as they had rounded a bend in the passageway, a doorway appeared to be fed to one side through which light spilled out into the gloom … and through that doorway he could hear her howling and cursing in a way most unbecoming to a Pope, or former Pope.
Then, through that open doorway, he saw her … and the reason behind her shrill shouts of distress and rage became clear. For in the very center of what was a relatively spacious chamber, he saw that she had been suspended strappado-style’ from a stanchion bolted to the vaulted ceiling, with her wrists bound behind her back and her toes barely touching the floor. She was stark naked. Her Papal clothing and vestments lay scattered about on the floor.
There had been quite a number of Swiss Guards present. Exacty how many he couldn’t recall. But he remembered well how it had both shocked and saddened him to see that most of them were naked from the waist down, and that one of them was, at that very moment, vigorously assaulting Barbara from behind.
The man’s face was red with exertion. The base of his large and rigidly engorged member could be seen, as it slid in and out of her loins. He was clearly in the throes of reaching a climactic finish … the powerful, pounding thrusts of his hips made the soft flesh of her hind quarters shake and quiver, and her dangling breasts were bouncing about and swaying wildly. And, moments later, with one final powerful thrust, and a howl of triumph, he finished.
Suddenly aware of Praetorio’s presence, she had looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, gasping for air, mouth open with rivers of cum running from the corners and clinging on gobs to her chin.
“Well, Praetorio,” sneered Vipera. “Is this what you were so anxious to see? Your little whore of a Pope doing exactly what she does best? The Guards have been enjoying her, as you can see, from both behind and up front. I wonder how many times you’ve had the pleasure?”
Praetorio had at that moment, he recalled … involuntarily clenching his fists … seen red, and not the red of his fellow Cardinal’s garb. It was the red of fury! And he had nearly lost control.
But somehow he had managed to restrain himself … thankfully an inner voice had succeeded in delivering the message of restraint in the nick of time.
And he had quickly come to see it all clearly. The whole thing had been a set up! … a trap … that snake, Vipera, had purposely staged this sordid scene to entrap him, to bring him down.
And so, he had managed to control his rage, and had drawn some satisfaction from the obvious disappointment he saw in the face of his rival when he calmly replied, “No, Vipera, I’ve not had the pleasure … I was quite unaware, as I’ve already indicated, that our dear Pope was a woman. Moreover, had I known, in my capacity as Cardinal Bishop, I’d have brought the matter immediately to the attention of my colleagues in the College.”
“Then under the circumstances, Praetorio,” retorted Vipera, quick on his feet as always, “perhaps you’d like a turn with her now? She’s caused you enough trouble already …potentially even your job. Please, be my guest, and enjoy her considerable charms. She’s there for the taking, my friend. The Swiss Guards tell me she has a tight little ass that, as of yet, none of them have plundered. You could be the first. What do you say?”
“No, thank you. That would be wrong, and you know it, Vipera! I’ll not fall for your carefully laid traps.”
“Fine, then you and I will stay here for awhile and enjoy the spectacle. Something tells me the Guards are far from finished with her.”
And then, turning to the Guards, he continued, “Come now lads. It appears Luca has spent his load, and quite a performance it was! Who wants to be next? She’s waiting!”
TBC
Harsh Martinet
Consul
What incredible work! A beautiful portrait within a fantastic drawing! And knowing her fate, VERY erotic!
Does Pope Innocence enjoy her torment or only succumbing to it? Will we ever know?
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I apologize in advance, Barb, for hijacking your thread, but there is so much to say - praise here, that I must.
A general comment on the development of atmosphere. I feel like I'm in the middle of a Hollywood epic depiction of the Renaissance Vatican with Charleton Heston (playing PrPr - of course - a dead ringer in RL) and a star-studded cast. The march from his apartments to the dungeon was SO realistic!
Specific high points (not referring to tumescence)
whore female pope.
A general comment on the development of atmosphere. I feel like I'm in the middle of a Hollywood epic depiction of the Renaissance Vatican with Charleton Heston (playing PrPr - of course - a dead ringer in RL) and a star-studded cast. The march from his apartments to the dungeon was SO realistic!
Specific high points (not referring to tumescence)
Knowing Barb, I wouldn't be so sure!
Good insight into the male mind where all thoughts are led by the penis.
A precious gem of a passage - so descriptive in only a few words of the time, place, and people!
I am thankful that he is thinking a little of his own fate, which is crucial to the good of the Church and not just obsessing on what happens to the
Barb! There had to be rage added to the distress and agony!
Such a powerful, masculine, and admirable man. You've got to love him.
Again! A man who lives for the right! He would never bugger a bound, hurt, and helpless girl (except in private).
Harsh Martinet
Consul
Hijacking a thread? How DARE you!!! *
*PP will understand this comment.
**PP will understand this comment.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.Hijacking a thread? How DARE you!!!
*PP will understand this comment.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Wonderfully shocking! Praetorio is a cad methinks ... out for nothing but his own end so to speak. The imagined sight of erstwhile Pope Barb the Innocent naked, bound in strappado and being roundly sodomised is indeed a mind's eye to behold.