[Mf/fM] Wild Roses pt. 15: Abbotsolutely Horrible [nc] [rape/revenge] [bsdm] [fdom]

Between the muddy road and Summer’s exhaustion, the going was slow, but by dusk, the three sisters found their way into a small village on a small hill, a smattering of houses crowding the stone temple at the crest. There was no inn to be found, but at a courier post at the foot of the hill Autumn managed to convince the captain to lend them an empty bed for the night, and while she went with off with him to settle their accounts, Spring and Summer went to bed, Summer out at once and Spring lingering at the edge of sleep for a while before she too succumbed. When Autumn came to bed a few hours later, sweaty and panting, Summer awoke briefly, but still exhausted she slept through the entire day, despite her sister’s efforts to wake her.

At the dawning of the day after she awoke at last in earnest, rested but famished, and crawling over Spring’s flushed and sticky body, offering Autumn a light kiss as she slipped into her dress.

“I want to check out the temple.” she whispered quietly to her sister. “Meet me in the square in a few hours, and we’ll be on our way?”

Autumn nodded with a smile, and drifted back off to sleep as Summer slipped out. At the market, Summer picked up a heel of freshly baked bread, which she sat eating by the fountain out in front of the temple, a young accolyte by the name of Elm joining her in her meal. She was a slender girl, with long chestnut hair, a year or two older than Summer, and of a height with her, and when she spoke, her voice was flowing and lyrical. She eagerly told Summer of the faith of the temple, while Summer nodded and smiled, more interested in her brilliant blue eyes and soft, pink lips than what she was talking about.

The light grey robes she was wearing were not alltogether flattering, but even through the rough fabric Summer could see the shape of her body, and when she experimentally placed a hand on the small of her back with a smile she could feel the heat of her through the coarse weave of the linen. It took a little while for Elm to notice Summer’s hand, but as soon as she did she blushed softly and stood up, excusing herself with a small bow before hurrying off into the temple, past a shadowy figure in the doorway.

With a shrug, Summer gazed into the fountain as she finished her bread, and noticing the scintillating collection of coins under the quietly flowing water, she fetched a penny from her purse and threw it in, where it lay glittering at the bottom of the fountain with the rest, before getting up and meandering in through the tall oaken doors into the temple.

Inside, the cavernous room rose up around her, light streaming in through windows set into the top of tall pointed arches, softly illuminating the central altar, around which niches were built into the walls, each holding an idol to some god or other Elm had just told her about, but whose names escaped her for a want of paying attention. Each idol was a heavy statue set on a waist-high pillar, and below them each had a plaque or some carvings, none of which Summer could read. Without names or stories to go with them, the statues were little more than dull pieces of metal, even if the craftsmanship was exquisite.

One managed to snare her attention, however, a golden statue of a woman in the furthest niche on the left. She had an interesting look to her, with large eagle wings sprouting from her back, and a massive cock, which Summer found interesting in a number of ways. As she stood trying to remember if Elm had tried to tell her anything about this one, she concentration was broken by the doors to the temple clattering shut as a commotion made its way up to the central altar. Reflexively, she pressed herself up against the niche and carefully looked to see what was going on.

Making his way up the central path was the abbot of the temple, dragging Elm after him by the arm.

“Do you think I didn’t see you cavorting with that little whore in the square?” he bellowed at her as he pulled her roughly up the alley.

“I’m so sorry…” Elm whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes. “Please, I wasn’t…”

With a backhanded blow across the face the abbot silenced her.

“Shut up.” he warned her sternly as he threw her headlong towards the altar, sending her scrabbling along the floor on her hands and knees.

“I’ve suspected for a while that you’re nothing but a gutterfilth cunt like your mother was.” he half-shouted at her as he reached down to shove her bodily onto the altar. “But now, yes, now I _know_.”

Pinning her arm against the stone with one broad hand he grabbed her coarse robe with the other, and with a might pull ripped it right off her body, rending it into shreds, a second grab and a second handful of fabric completing the job.

“You’re not fit to wear this, or walk these halls.” he bellowed as Elm yelped with pain and terror. “But for all that I cannot let you go without penance.”

With one hand on her back, pressing her naked flesh against the stone altar, he used his other to pull up his own black robes and draping them over her back, leaving no barriers between her and what was beneath.

“This is better than a little whore like you deserve, but I am bound.” he sneered as Elm wriggled in his grasp.

“Please, no…” she whimpered, but hedlessly he thrust into her.

Paralyzed with fear, Summer could do nothing else but watch as he defiled both Elm and the altar, and after an eternity of groaning, whimpering and crying he grunted and bent over, before drawing back. All Summer could see was the abbots face, standing over her sobbing form as it slid slowly off the altar, leaving behind a faint streak of blood mixed with the abbots seed.

Suddenly, the abbot realized that they were not alone, as his grey eyes locked with Summer’s blue.

“And here’s the little whore now.” he said coolly, regarding her shivering form in the niche. “Take your little slattern with you and go, and know what happens to sinners in this house!”

“I don’t think I will.” Summer said, suddenly finding her courage and stepping out of the niche to face him.

“I don’t know much of your faith, but if you want to speak of sinners, I think there’s only one in this place.” Summer said, advancing on the altar, trying to catch a glimpse of Elm behind it, but only hearing her whimpers and sobs. “And he stands here in black.”

“Hah!” the abbot spat. “What does a whore like you know of sin and virtue?”

“More than you.” Summer said, slipping off her dress, and with all her concentration and strength called forth a great array of shadowy constructs to envelop and empower her.

In a shadowy mockery of the statuette she had been admiring, she formed them into a great pair of leathery wings made from smoking purple blackness, a cock the size of her forearm, and a spidery array of long, grasping whips.

“What sorcery –” the abbot began, but fell silent as one of Summer’s whips snared itself around his neck, chocking the breath from him.

The rest of her constructs soon found him as well, and with a burst of strenght she pulled him from the floor and over the altar towards her.

“It’s a good thing you already showed me the altar is appropriate for this use”, she mused, “or I’d almost feel bad about this.”

Reaching out with a slender finger, she touched his chest lightly, a cool blue flame quickly spreading from it to devour his robes and leaving him bare, his bloodied cock dangling limply as he hung, suspended from the long whips snared around every part of him.

Summer regarded it coldly.

“This I think you can do without as well.” she said, and put a light touch to it as well, easing off on the abbot’s throat as she did, causing a blue inferno to devour it, leaving only a charred, cauterized hole behind as the abbot screamed in agony.

“Don’t worry.” Summer said with a smile. “You won’t miss it for long.”

With a sudden jerk, she slammed the abbot face first into the altar with a thud and a crunch, leaving him dangling on the edge of it much as Elm had done, his ass sticking out at her and his face hanging limply over the side to admire his sobbing, whining handiwork on the floor.

“You let –” he began, but Summer constricted around his throat again.

“Shh.” she said quietly. “You have no lines in this play.”

Her whiplike constructs lashing him to the altar, she stepped slowly up to him.

“See what you have done?” she asked, not expecting an answer. “Now that is a sin.”

“And”, she said, putting the tip of her shadowy cock against his asshole, “I know just the penance.”

Letting go of his throat, she thrust into him with all her might, his pained shouts reverberating through the tall stone room. Again and again she thrust, feeling his body grasping her less tightly each time, and when the screams stopped, she pulled back out, and watched as he slid off the altar to crumple in a pile on the floor, a pool of blood slowly spreading across the floor below his ragged corpse.

As her constructs faded, she gathered up her dress and made her way around the table, kneeling besides Elm’s battered form.

“Will you be all right?” Summer asked her, offering a kind smile when she looked up at her, tears streaming from her eyes.

“He’s – _sniff_ – he’s right, you know.” she bawled. “I’m nothing b-b-but gutterfilth.”

Kneeling down and carefully hugging her, Summer rocked her quietly back and forth.

“You’re not, sweet thing, you’re not.” she reassured Elm, letting her cry on her shoulder. “And he’s gone now.”

Elm looked up at her, her eyes widening, looking around to spot the pool of blood that had spread around the edge of the altar and was slowly dripping from the dais.

“You can stay here and be _better_ than he ever was.” Summer offered with a gentle smile, and Elm looked up at her unsurely.

“Really?” Elm sniffled.

“So much better.” Summer assured here with a light kiss to the cheek, and finally Elm gave an unsure nod.

“Will you stay and help me?” she asked, the dread palpable on her face.

Summer shook her head as gently as she could. “I have to go.”

“Of course you do.” Elm said despondently.

“But I’ll tell you a secret.” Summer said, and pointed to the niche with the golden statue. “That’s really me in that niche.”

Elm eyed her skeptically, but her eagerness to have Summer stay overpowered her easily enough.

“Whenever you get lonely or sad, just come and see me there, and know that you are not alone, and that you can do whatever you set your mind to.” Summer said with a smile, before giving Elm a light kiss on the lips.

Elm nodded slowly, pulling herself up against the stone altar.

“But now I have to go.” Summer said with a sad smile, as she dropped her dress down over herself. “Be strong for me, yes?”

Elm nodded resolutely, and with tears in her eyes watched Summer hurry down the alley and slip out the tall oaken doors.

Outside, she found Autumn and Summer sitting by the fountain, chatting away idly.

“Anything interesting?” Autumn said with a smile as she noticed Summer hurrying towards them.

“I’ll tell you all about it later.” Summer said quickly. “But I think we should probably make a point of getting on our way?”

“What’s the hurry?” Autumn asked, looking over at the temple doors.

“Now.” Summer said flatly, and pulled Spring to her feet.

Quickly, she ushered her sisters along the road, and as they made their way along the road, she told her sisters all about Elm and the abbot.

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