Yet all this finery could not hide the delicious, provocative beauty of her girlish figure, nor the slim girlish waist which flared into curved vibrant hips, saucy rounded buttocks creased by a deep shadowy groove which broadened as it reached the base of her thighs. The bodice was removable just under the gown. Under that gown, she wore three petticoats, under which was a chemise, knee-length white silk underwear and white silk stockings. Her gown was white satin, with a tight full bodice which showed no evidence of developing breasts, high at the neck and long in the sleeves, it spread into the deep pleats of the wide flaring skirt which scarcely revealed the toes of her white slippers. Around her neck was a chain of gold links supporting a plain gold cross. Her auburn hair was swept back from her forehead and dressed high on top of her head in an imposing pompadour. Five feet two inches in height, with huge dark-green eyes, a wilful, ripe mouth with haughty upper lip, a determined, firm chin and a pale-ivory complexion that was the envy of other girls, Nola was very desirable. Little guessing what lay in store for her, cute Nola studied herself in a gilded mirror. That statement was to plunge her into the darkest dungeon of the Inquisition, to hurl her down from her gentle childhood and make her a slave tyrannized by bondage and indescribable torment, until she would tearfully offer to become the Conde’s ward in return for remission from interrogation. She could not know her danger when, last week, she had angrily told the perverted nobleman that she would never consent to request. Yet his power at court was such that the King had ordered Nola to consider no other guardian yet the virginal young girl had dared to denounce the Conde and to ask her sovereign’s permission to enter a convent. He had suggested to her that he take over responsibility for her but she had indignantly rejected him, for she was aware of his lecherous reputation and his interest in young girls. Nola de Curbada, the cute auburn haired 12 year-old daughter of the late Don Pedro de Curbada and his saintly wife, Nola, had been left a fabulously rich estate. Sixty-five years of age, heir of one of Spain’s oldest families, he had tossed away his family’s entire fortune on gambling, women, fine wines and costly clothing for his own pleasure. The Conde de Castlemar smiled and inclined his head in a token of reverence, his fat lips curving in a cruel rictus of anticipation. “I, of course shall witness the interrogation.” And since you are witness to the sins of which you accuse her to the Holy Inquisition, then it is only just that you be her interrogator as well.” The fat monk grinned crudely. The fat friar untied the strings of the velvet purse and let the golden doubloons clink out onto the table, his eyes glistening with greed and lust. Moreover, as I have told you, she is a brazen child who, though a daughter of nobility, may have committed more grievous sins.” Since the death of her parents, she has ignored the order of the King to accept me as her guardian, that her estates may be under the proper and rightful protection of the Crown. “We are agreed, then, Friar Bartholomew,” the short, fat Conde de Castlemar eyed the black-robed monk as he tossed a purse on the table. My story is of such a case, in the year 1492, and it illustrate this policy. Often noblemen of power and wealth conspired with the black and gray robed monks to wreak their own personal vengeance on helpless men and boys, women and girls, punishing enemies in the name of the Church and paying money to the Inquisition to be permitted to pose as inquisitors and torturers. The cruel power of the Inquisition, whose bondage and suffering and tortures went on in secrecy behind the gray cloistered walls of the great monasteries in Toledo and Madrid, was not limited alone to heretics. Author’s Notes: Please post any comments to French Connection BBS (91) or Leather Rose BBS (31).
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