A Pet Second to Nun (sentinelofdreams & Sinshyne)

[Sinshyne]

There was a MAN in the abbey!

Not a dry husk of a priest waiting to pounce on the first sign of a sin, but a MAN! Waiting in the cloister garden for the Abbess.

And sixteen year old Julienne was determined to see him.

It was true, she had no business in the cloister garden right now. But business would be made. She lifted the heavy woolen skirts of her habit and ran down the corridor from the novitiate, her sandaled feet pattering on the stone floor. Behind her huffed her friend, the charming, plump, newly veiled Sister Pelette.

“Julienne!” She hissed, half laughing, half horror struck. “Stop! You will get in SO much trouble! You know you are forbidden from seeing men!”

Julienne paused at the entrance to the cloister garden, darting an impish smile back at Pelette. “You shouldn’t have told me he was here then. And you said he came for ME?” Disbelief and a pathetic strain of hope threading every word of that question. No one had ever come for her here except her parents on their yearly parental duty visit when they would look her over, speak a few kind words, and disappear before a quarter hour had went by. She had no doubt if she didn’t take matters into her own hands the redoubtable Abbess would send the man packing without Julienne ever seeing this fascinating creature. He would be the only man she remembered ever seeing except the priests and her father.

Pelette sobered, remembering what she knew. That the man was here to deliver news of the death of Julienne’s parents. The memory of it made her voice gentle when she responded, though she didn’t dare tell Julienne of the real intent of the man’s visit.

“Yes but if Mother Madeleine finds….” Pelette was not able to finish her scolding. The pretty young Julienne darted into the cloister garden. The man was looking towards the Abbess’s rooms, and Julienne took advantage of that to hitch up her skirts, hearing Pelette’s little gasp of horror behind her, and scrambling up the pear tree right to the left of the path. Bare legs flashing as she nimbly scurried up into the tree where even the Abbess would never think to look for her.

She was just in time. The stern faced Mother Madeleine exited her rooms into the cloister garden, facing the visiting man as if he were an enemy to be vanquished in battle.

There was the murmur of the two speaking, the low voice of the man sending an excited shiver through Julienne’s body. But she could not quite hear what was being said, so she slid out onto one of the branches, trying to get closer to the tantalizing sight and sound of the MAN talking to the Abbess.

The limb creaked, and Julienne froze, looking around her to where the thick limb met the tree trunk. There was no evidence of a crack or strain, so she slid forward a bit more.

Then the evidence appeared. Quickly and sharply. The limb cracked and dipped. Julienne shrieked. She heard Pelette cry out behind her. And then she was tumbling down to the ground in a whirlwind of leaves, swirling habit, and sleek naked flailing legs.

She hit the ground with a painful thump and rolled almost to their feet, looking up in wide-eyed apprehension at the two adults staring down at her. Mother Madeleine’s jaw dropped at the sight of her pretty young novitiate sprawled there on the ground with her habit twisted up around her baring her legs up past her knees. The girl scrambled to her feet and the habit fell into something resembling its proper place, but the damage was done.

The worry Julienne had felt when she tumbled to the ground vanished even under the intimidating eye of the Abbess. Julienne’s curious eyes met those of the man and any concern she felt about the woman whose power she was in vanished. Her sparkling green-blue eyes widened, plump pink lips a shade too big for her face parting in a little gasp. Tendrils of silky soft hair the color of wheat shining under the sun fought to escape the severe wimple she wore. Plump firm breasts rose under the thick cloth of the habit, refusing to be properly restrained and hidden.

The man was beautiful in such an unusual way, Julienne decided in only a few split seconds of stunned silence. She smiled brightly at him.

“Pardon the interruption, Mother and Sir. I was picking pears. Would you like some?”

The lie was a brazen one. There was not a single pear on the tree even close to being ripe.

She was reminded of Mother Madeleine’s authority over her by the woman’s fingers digging into her upper arm like claws. Her other hand striking out, slapping Julienne’s cheek.

It was a tremendous shock to Julienne, whose soft, frightened cry rang out in the gardens. She had been spanked frequently by the nuns here. All of them at some time or another. Had even been whipped after some of her more dubious escapades. But never once had she been slapped like this, much less by the Abbess herself. But Mother Madeleine had lost her temper and proceeded to backhand the girl again.

“You wicked child!” She snapped, fury lacing every word.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Immanuel Horace Étevaux was a man in his early 40s, yet despite his middle age, he was as youthful and strong as his looks convey. One would say he was even stronger and more good looking compared to the scrawny, malnourished Proles of Paris. He had with him a cheerful of medals, a sign of his distinguished service from the Alps of Switzerland to the Deserts of Barbary North Africa. Tall, Brown hair like a Brown Bear, a generous jawline sporting a bright toothy grin and large calloused hands accompanied his tanned, muscular body and his haggard yet handsome face with a classical nose.

Despite his lavished lifestyle and being a venerated veteran, he still preferred to do things himself from close combat to orchestrating an assassination attempt at a wealthy family. While most would kill for power and wealth, Immanuel was instead driven by man's most primal and basic need, Lust. His uncontrollable need for Julianne's mother has tipped him into such a horrible act. A couple of days ago he had her parents Carriage tampered with, causing it to crash fatally and killed both her father and unfortunately her mother.

The sudden death of her mother caused him to enter a fit of rage. How could he had know she would tag along with him? No ale nor prostitute would let him forget about his mistake and it was a mistake he had to live. Only recently did he heard of the two having a daughter, a fact that he wouldn't care about till now.

It was a sunny day with the flowers at full bloom. There he was, Standing by the garden, waiting to deliver the sad news. He knew how to act, or at least he would try to act. Wether or not she would find out he was the one that killed her parents are out of the question. Nuns never question authority. Then she and the Abbes stepped out of the entrance. He stood firm as if he was in a parade and prepared to deliver the sad news.

Then it hit him. It hit him as hard as the Carriage that her parents were that collided with a wall. Green eyes locked in place as he saw the little, sprightly girl that almost made her jaw drop. Legs, Hair, Eyes... What beauty! Her youthful looks rivaled that of her mother's despite the similarity. He almost forgot to control himself as he stood there. Only the hard slap from Mother Madeline stopped his focused gaze.

He coughed to stop the small beating before him. "Bon Jour...." He gave a firm salute followed by a polite bow. "I..." Eyes gazed down upon the beautiful Nun as he stammered. "I am Immanuel Horace Étevaux. Brigadier General of France..." He licked his lips in lustful need. "Y-You... How are you Madame?" He almost forgot to say anything else as her looks had him fixated at her.

 

[Sinshyne]

As soon as the cough split the garden the Abbess stiffened and stopped slapping her young charge. Julienne blinked tearful eyes up at the General, fascinated in spit of the clear anger of the Abbess. She was too innocent to fully grasp the open lust that flared across the man's face but she had enough womanly instincts to know she was appreciated, that he felt she was pretty. Something deep inside her sat up and took notice of his attention, and she preened for him without even realizing it. Shoulders straightening and going back, thrusting those ripe young tits out towards him. Her plump lips parting ever so slightly as she flashed him a brilliant smile.

The Abbess's lips curled in contempt. The silly twit had no idea what she was doing, what she was tempting. The Abbess may be a nun but she dealt with men enough to know precisely what that lust on the general's face meant for Julienne, how much danger the girl's soul was in. The Abbess was determined to protect the young woman from it if it was possible. She released Julienne, watching the girl draw her arms back behind her protectively. The movement thrusting those round young tits out even more.

"General Étevaux is here to deliver the news of the death of your parents, Julienne." She watched in satisfaction at the flinch the girl gave at the news, the hurt in those pretty green blue eyes. Good. She didn't expect tears or hysterics, the girl barely knew her parents after all. But she was satisfied the news was enough to distract the girl from the all but drooling general. "I want you to go directly to the chapel and pray a novena for your parents, and prepare yourself to make your vows."

Julienne dropped her head. The dancing light in her eyes went out, her soul withering under the idea of taking her vows. She had always hoped her parents would one day take her away from this. She loved the nuns and she knew they loved her, but she was forever feeling suffocated under the soul crushing restrictions here. Now there would be no hope of escape. She would live out the rest of her life and die here.

"Yes, Mother." She gave a perfectly executed curtsy and turned to leave the two, tears filling her eyes again. Not from a slap to her face, but a slap to her very soul.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

He hoped to be the one to bear the sad news of her parents' passing, but the old Abbess interrupted her, clearly taking note of the lust in his eyes. He sighed and straightened up his posture as he saw the young, innocent lass walk slowly away to pray. He sighed ans furrowed his brow as he noticed just how regretful she was in leaving in this place. He yearned to be with her and she yearned to be free. A man was deprived of his chance to take her Mother but was blessed with the sight of this woman, only to be u fortunately swept back from her stern Master.

He gave another bow and ripped his hat towards the old woman. "Good morning to you too, Madame." He gave a solemn smile. "I was supposed to inform her but it seems that you are more content to be the bearer of the bad news. Very well... But there are other reasons why I am here.* He took out a piece of paper. It was a will and testament that states that he is to obtain the estate of her parents. It was obviously forged, but to such a masterful way that no one could possibly see it as one. "I came in here to talk to Julienne about her approval of having her parents' Estate and stocks to be surrendered to me. I was close friends with her Father. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, a great Family Man."

He placed the will back inside his jacket as he continues to explain to her his reasson to be here. "Asides from the estate being surrendered to me, there is another reason why I am here." He could barley hide a grin from his mouth as another well placed lie was about to fly off his mouth. "Before her Father's death, he told me that I was to become her guardian and teacher to reintroduce her back into the lives of a common man... Erm, not exactly common." He snickered as he remembered her was a member of the burgoise. "Not exactly that common, we aren't Proles after all. I need to meet her again and discuss to her this arrangement made by the parents before their deaths."

 

[Sinshyne]

The Abbess stood ramrod stiff, listening to the General with a sinking heart. Unlike many outside the Church and even inside it, she could read. And as her sharp eyes scanned the will her lips pressed tightly together. She would never believe that couple that had been so fervently devoted to the Church had wanted their daughter removed from the shelter of it. But there was no denying the validity of the will, and if this man was in charge of the estate then he was in charge of Julienne. The law was the law. The Abbess could fight it, could claim the state had no claim over a girl under the protection of the Church. But she knew the Bishop had no backbone to speak of and would immediately fold, handing the girl over.

"How interesting that just before her parents suffered a deadly carriage accident her father placed you in charge of his daughter's education." Her knowing eyes met his. While she did not suspect him of murder, she did suspect him of lying and taking advantage of the situation. "The girl needs time to pray for the souls of her parents, as well as that of her new guardian." Left unsaid but clearly intended was the Abbess's doubts about the general's soul. "Please return tomorrow morning and she will be ready to depart under your protection." She all but sneered the word 'protection', then turned dismissively from him as a nun hovering nearby silently opened the gate for him to leave.

Back in her rooms she sent word that when done with her prayers, Julienne should be sent to her.

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Julienne was not surprised to receive the summons to see the Abbess. She went slowly, her habit feeling heavier than ever. Entering silently under the appraising eyes of the Abbess, bending and kissing the ring on her finger. The very picture of penitence and remorse. But to her surprise there was not even a scolding coming at her.

"Julienne, I have important news and instructions for you, and I need you to listen carefully."

"Yes, Mother." Julienne's heart sank even further, expecting instructions on taking the veil.

"Tomorrow you will leave this convent under the guardianship of the General. He will be responsible for your education and well-being after today."

Julienne's eyes flew wide and her jaw dropped.

"In the eyes of God, the General now has the status of your father. So you must obey him and follow his guidance." The Abbess felt as if she were throwing a lamb to the wolves. "When you awake tomorrow morning dress in what is provided and report to me after Prime."

"Yes, Mother"

The Abbess's heart sank at the breathy excitement in the girl's voice and sent her away, sinking down at the side of her bed in prayer.

When the gates opened the next morning, Julienne and the Abbess were waiting on the other side of it. Julienne was no longer in her habit. But perhaps in a last targeted reprimand for the General, she was dressed in a dark blue peasant dress. It was clean and neat, a cream dress with thin brown stripes and a cheap lace collar. Julienne was so excited she couldn't keep still, a sharp comparison to the rigid, faintly accusing demeanor of the Abbess.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Immanuel was quick to leave without much of a fuss. While he was expecting to take away the Blonde, instead she had to be given some time to prepare. On his way home, the General couldn't stop thinking of her, even when he was now comfortably tucked in his own Estate. By tomorrow, he will own two, and her Father's daughter along with it. He didn't know what else to do with his Father's Villa asides from turning it into a Military Barracks. Perhaps it would simply be a decent Home away from Home, since it was located near the Alps where all the men like him go to prove their skills and manliness in Hunting.

Night became day and without waiting any further he woke up and dressed in a blue and white Uniform consisting of a Blue Petticoat and White tight pants. To add to his regal and pompous look, he had on tall Leather boots, a Feathered Bicorne hat, a Golden Monocle with a golden chain attached to it and his trusted Saver and Silver and Ivory etched Flintlock Pistol. He looked as though he would be arriving in a parade, bit all this pompous show off was meant only to assert his right to another Aristocrat's Land and flesh of his Daughter. He was ready for the day and headed off towards the Abbey.

After taking a brief shortcut into the poverty stricken streets of Naples, he finally made it to the Abbey. Still the same old bland sight of Nuns in their long veiled dresses that barley gave anything for me to imagine about. But that woman Julianne was able to entice him underneath that thick garb as though she was wearing Lingerie. Her hair, eyes, hips and those tits Dee him in like a Butterfly to a Flower. Is this woman really for him? What will she even think of this veteran of war who has been aged by the rigours of Combat across the four corners of the world?

Then there she was, presented so openly and in such a beautiful way. Like a present for his birthday. A fine dinner served in a silver platter. He dismounted off his Carriage slowly as he greeted at her with a wide grin on his face, and a polite bow on the old Abbess. "A pleasant morning to both of you." He greeted brightly as he tipped his hat at them. "My beautiful Julianne how have you been? I was so eager to be able to take you in as your Guardian." He glanced at Madeline, studying her annoyed face. He smiled again. "Have you been able to pack up all your clothes and belongings?" He scanned her up and down, taking a good look at hee hourglass French body. "Your parents loved you, dear... I am truly sorry for your loss."

 

[Sinshyne]

Julienne smiled shyly, but her eyes shone her instant adoration of this man who was finally, FINALLY taking her away from the home she had always known. A home where she had felt love, it is true. Very well loved. All the nuns had adored the charming girl. But her lively and playful nature had been smothered and stunted here, and she had grown more and more rebellious and resentful each year. And now, finally, thanks to this man, she was going to be free of it. Oh, she mourned her parents. But she mourned them as if they were strangers to her - which, indeed, they were. The distant sadness for their deaths was trumped by her excitement at finally get a chance to taste LIFE. A life free of the heavy habits, the multiple daily prayers, the strict demands of silence and hard work and reverence. As other girls had come to the abbey she had begged for stories of the outside world. And she had loved every one of them. Stories of parties and beautiful clothes and banquets and handsome chivalrous men and beautiful graceful ladies and grand military parades and valorous officers glittering with medals. She couldn't WAIT to be free of the abbey she had spent her life in.

She curtsied again. A perfectly conducted curtsy, taught to her by a young noblewoman who had fled to the abbey after her husband had died, leaving her childless and homeless when his younger brother had seized the estate.

"I have been well, mon Seigneur." Her voice was sweet, with a lilting musical quality. A well trained voice from many hours singing vespers. "I am grateful for your interest in me., and sorry for the unfortunate death of my parents." She was flushing under his gaze, and did not understand why her face was suddenly so hot.

The Abbess understood perfectly well though, and her lips thinned. A lamb thrown to a hungry wolf. May God keep her soul. "Julienne has been in this abbey since she was three years old, General. She owns nothing. The abbey has provided a gown for her to leave into your care and one of her habits in case a change of clothes is needed on her journey, but we are unable to provide clothing suited to her station." Left unsaid was that those expensive gowns were now the duty of the general to provide.

"God be with you, Julianne."

The gates began to close behind the young girl as the Abbess retreated into them, and a moment of panic flickered in Julianne's expressive eyes. She reached up, awkwardly patting her hair. She did not even have a hat. Her golden hair had been carefully braided by one of the nuns, and coiled on the top of her head. Already tendrils had escaped, dripping down around her soft cheeks as she looked worriedly over at the General, hoping for guidance. Julianne did not remember a time she had been outside without a wimple. She felt almost naked with her head uncovered.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

The General was quick to pull her in gently for her own protection. A woman like her who has been in the convent for ages would most likely have no idea about the life outside the Abbey. It was quite adorable hoe she blushed and fidgeted as the tresses of her hair fell down. Sh was an adorable, beautiful young girl at the bloom of her life. Innocent, bright but this sunshine was suppressed by the strict confines of the church. Upon arrival to hus carriage, a Servant handed him a lovley purple Sun Hat with a large Sunflower. He helped tuck the hat gently over her head, tilting it slightly for an even more fashionable look.

"There, all looking better now dear!" He beamed at her as he observed her now fashionable cute attire. "I am no woman who knows the perspective of feminine fashion, but that hat just makes you look so the more adorable, my dear Julienne."

Wether or not she could notice the old man trying to win her heart was beyond him, al he wanted was to pamper this maiden to prepare herself for the time he may make a woman out of her. "Bartolomeo!" He slapped an the Servant helped her up the Carriage and then followed close to her. The horses pulled the coach slowly across the scenic countryside of the Rural outskirts of Naples, seeing al the hedgerows, rolling hills and flowers. She could hear the song of birds, the murmuring of hundreds of people on the field working the Lands and the sound of horses cantering and stomping on the hard pavement.

"You poor thing, all locked up in that convenient..." He frowned as he gave her a sympathetic look. "It is a Pleasure to meet you again, Julienne. Again, I am General Immanuel Horace Étevaux. You may refer to me as either Horace, General or even Master if you may." He tried to hide the smirk in his face.

"I was your Daddy's best man. A hunting partner, he unfortunately died from an accident. Lord bless his should for he was such a kind and honest man. Same goes for your mother, a delightful Woman with such high standards but such a humane soul." He let out a sad sigh. "Your Father instructed me to have you live in the Estate that I acquired, and that I must reteach you the day to day lives of an Aristocrat. It won't be easy to learn the arts of Commerce and Ethics but I will be with all the way."

 

[Sinshyne]

Her small, soft fingers slipped so easily into his. Naively, perhaps, but a trusting little soul. Tripping along beside him as she followed him to the carriage, casting anxious glances back at the convent. She could not remember seeing the gates from this side. It was disorienting. But it was really only a few seconds before he had her perched uneasily in the carriage, her fingers petting the soft velvet cushions. She gasped when she saw the hat being handed in. Such bright, beautiful colors! She knew instantly it did not belong to him, and she clapped her hands together in excitement.

"Oh! It's so pretty!" The flower was irresistible, her fingers instantly reaching out to touch it. "I just LOVE flowers. The nuns were always scolding me cause I kept picking them and hiding them in my bed. I tried giving some to my mama but the nuns scolded me for that too. They would call me a vain child and make me do penance. But I never understood that. God made them beautiful, so that can't be bad, right?"

It turned out that once her tongue got loosened, she could talk. She beamed happily when he helped set it on her head, touching it here and there, fidgeting with it until the carriage started moving. Then her attention was captured by the placid countryside rolling quietly by.

"Oh they are so lucky!" She exclaimed at the sight of the peasants toiling in the fields."That must be so much fun! I love gardening. I love it so much Sister Agnes said it was a sin for me to do it. That God had given it as work and not play. But why shouldn't work be play? I think God would like us to enjoy doing work, don't you?" She half hung out the window, almost losing her hat to a sudden breeze. But she clapped a hand on the top of her head, babbling on. "I wish I could be out there with them. I wonder what they planted? It looks like beets. Beets are nice, I like them pickled. But I would plant a whole bunch of flowers. Sunflowers and lavender and roses and...oh!" She popped her head back in, spinning in her seat. Her bright smile sobering as she struggled to look appropriately mournful. "Yes, General, I am so sad to hear about their deaths. May God grant them eternal rest in His kingdom." It was the politest little statement, but her face and eyes could not lie and it was clear her sorrow for their deaths was merely surface sorrow.

"Oh and lilies! I love lilies. Can I grow some lilies at your home? For my mother. She loved them so much."

It was a shameless lie. Spoken just so she could get to grow her very much desired lilies. She had no idea whether her mother liked lilies or not. She listened to him, her brow furrowing slightly. She was not sure what commerce was exactly, but ethics she understood. "Oh I have excellent ethics." She assured him. "I never lie, and I always say my prayers at night. And I am very obedient. Except when I forget or get distracted. That DOES happen sometimes. But I am always sorry afterwards." She was clearly pleased with her ethical self, arranging herself primly on the carriage seat, lifting her pert little chin. "Growing in a convent makes a woman very ethical, you know." It was a sober bit of information she gave him, followed by a sweet, innocent smile. "And the nuns taught me a lot. Papa said they must. I know how to read and write and do figures. And Mama said I needed to learn how to embroider and paint. And the nuns made sure to teach me how to sew and cook and clean. So I already have quite an education. I can even read some Latin!"

Just as she proudly announced that feat of education, the carriage hit a rut and she went tumbling head over heels against him, losing her prized hat in the process as it nearly flew out the window on his side of the carriage. She made a desperate grab for it, launching herself belly down on to his lap. Ripe round ass thrust up against the thin peasant gown in the most tempting fashion as she seized the hat triumphantly.

"Oh! I am so sorry, General! But you see I am not used to riding in carriages and I did not want to lose the beautiful hat you gave me!" Her arms began pushing herself up, firm young tits rubbing against his thigh, her soft belly squirming against his crotch.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Never has he seen such an innocent, lovley woman before. He was a man deprived of his right to a woman who died from a crafty plan but now he almost forgotten about her dead mother as he now was at the presence of this magnificent specimen! She was a well educated woman it seems. She still managed to know a few good things in life like Latin which is a language used by the Aristocrats as opposed to simple French that even the commoners knew. Still, it seemed that she has a lot to go through and he is more than happy to educate this young maiden I to becoming a woman.

She completed caught him off guard as she grabbed her hat. It wasnt worth much in his opinion, but she valued it so much and it made her smile. That smile turned to a wide toothy grin when her ass printed through her peasant dress before her. She leaned over his crotch like she was going to blow him but her breast rubbed on his lap. A wide, red blush formed and the red tint on his face couldn't be denied as his servants next to him simply stared.

"What are you looking at?" He waived a dismissive hand at the butler as he shyly moved his head away from his sight.

The General returned his gaze upon the young lass. "Aren't you quite the handful my little darling?" He laughed in such a posh way. "Adorable ss it may be, you'll still have much to learn in being a proper woman. No decent lady leans on a man like that, even if trying to rescue their simple hat." He smirked at her as she realises hoe much money this man truly owned. "I have more than enough money to buy you as many hats as you wish, dear. I'll even buy you one with the feathers of a rare Dodo bird."

After a half an hour of a scenic ride across the country side, the coach finally arrived at his estate. A large and luxurious mansion managed by two dozen servants and many more slaves from Africa. Indeed, this home of his was one of the largest in Naples, distinct and well known for a large, bronze come on top, a war trophy taken from one of the many wars waged in Africa. They stepped out of the coach slowly, accompanying the woman as she helped her down the carriage slowly.

Immanuel rubbed his hands together as he clapped to a Butler. "Prepare the meals for our new member of the Family. Make it extra special for this little girl. Make her some Cake and Chocolates and hurry up!" His somewhat gentle demeanour sank down slightly as his barking of his orders showed what he trully was, a General. A man of war.

"Welcome to the Étevaux Estate, Julienne." He smiled as he guided her towards the courtyard. It looked significantly more grand and larger than that in the Abbey. Lilies, Lavenders and roses lined the bushes and around the fountain. "You will be spending your time here from now on. I've seized the Estate of your Father as is certified by his will. Now, all I need is your signature as proof of consent which would let the state to actually squire your Father's land and fortune. You shall sign your waiver in the Dining hall."

A Maid bowed a curtsey at both of them, promptly guiding the two into the large Mansion through the courtyard.

 

[Sinshyne]

She flushed at that gentle reprimand, turning quieter and meeker. She was well aware her behavior had been out of order, especially considering he was a man. And she had JUST been bragging about her education! So she did her best to sit primly there on the seat in relative silence, her wide expressive eyes taking in the sights outside the carriage. She actually did a passable job of acting like a young lady of fine breeding - until she was helped out of the carriage, her hand one against resting trustingly on his arm. She gaped up at the stately chateau, frozen in place as a wave of uncertainty rolled over her. Would she ever be able to find her way around in that place? She had thought the Abby large, but this place...

She followed him numbly, awe-struck at the beauty around her. It was like bringing a starving butterfly to the garden. Her beauty-loving soul soaking it all up. She reached out, snagging two gorgeous purple speckled lilies, breaking off their stems. Then looking up at him as she sniffed the flowers, absolutely no trace of remorse in her expression as she sweetly apologized. "I am sorry for breaking the flowers, General, but I could not resist them."

She smiled shyly at the servants, wondering hat cake and chocolates were. Sweets were an unknown at the Abbey. Breakfast was always plain oats. Lunch was goats milk, bread, and cheese. Sometimes an apple. Dinner was vegetable pottage and bread. Sometimes on holidays, there was meat, usually chicken. Then she was wondering why her signature on anything was required. She was an unmarried young woman, and she was well aware of her legal status - or lack thereof. If her father had given his property and his daughter into the seemingly capable hands of the General then what had she to do with it? It was a puzzle that kept her relatively silent as she tripped along after him. SHOULD she sign? She frowned as doubt crept into her thoughts. He seemed very kind, but the Abbess had clearly not liked him. Would it matter if he signed or not?

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Immanuel guided him I to his large Mansion. It was one of the Largest in the area with a large Gate besring a family insignia with a Dragon Rampart and a Heater Shield background behind. Below is bears the Family name which had lived in this land for Centuries, the Mansion only being a relatively newly added Home which once had a Castle long ago. The halls of the Mansion were made of Granite Imported in Milan, Italy with wooden furniture carved only by the greatest and most skilled artisans. A spiral Staircase soared high up with carved mahogany wood railed accented with Brass and Ivory etchings on the railing. A large Chandelier soared high above the tall Ceiling over the Guest room where different halls were closed off with large doors with exquisitely carved Golden door knobs which bore the faces of Lions and Dragons alike.

"Welcome to Le Villa Étevaux! It is my small 'Humble' home." He smiled at her as they entered the hallway.

"Welcome to Villa Étevaux!" One of his servants greeted Felicity as she gently took off her hat to hang it on a Coat Hanger.

The two of them walked down marble and granite walkways of the Villa. Their steps echoed down the mostly empty hallway as they talked down the hall. Lsrge, regal printings of his Family Members dead and alive graced the purple accented walls of the large Mansion. "Our family Liniage goes as far back as Duke Frederick of Bretagne. For as long as the people of the Gauls has stood have my family reigned. I am currently the head of the entire Family as my Father died doing what he loved, bringing Civilisation to the world!" At the centre of the Hall towards the Dining room was a large painting of a tall man adorned in Ceremonial Plate Armour, a relic from a bygone age when men fought mostly with sword and spear at hand rather than newer Muskets and back in the heat when Melee wasn't primarily relegated to the Cavalry.

Into the large Dining hall was a large and long Mahogany table that stretched for several metres in the centre of the Hall. Several delicious and freshly cooked foods from Turkeys, Wild Pig, Bear, Porcupine, Lamb, Beef and pretty much any kind of meat imaginable was there. They were the only ones in the whole Villa do most of this was for show, to brag about his wealth. Best where Julienne was to sit was a large plate with Crêpe and a bowl of chocolate for her to pour into as he pleases and near it was a delightful helping of Pudding accompanied with a selection of other sweets and fruits and a large Black Cake.

As a gentleman and someone who is considering of taking her in as a Lover, Immanuel helped her down the chair to sit down. He, on the other hand was aided by a Maid as he sat down the chair, uttering a thank you as they began to dine down on their banquet. He and Julienne as well as some of his famished servants dined won their mea l right after offering a small prayer to God. It was all to quiet as they dined in, the slight sound of their utensils clattering on the surface of their played being the only thing heard as they feasted upon their meal.

As much as Immanuel wanted to start to show her the Waiver that she had to sign, he waited for several minutes before he brought it up. Still, as time went on he grew a but more inpatient as he wanted her to belong to him now. The fake Waiver that he provided was forged to look like the real deal, but in reality it was a forgery, created soley to gain access to her family's lsrge land and properties, and to her Father's wife. But now her mother us dead, and right before him was a young lady even more ravishing than her Mother. This made him even more inpatient as his desires burned deep inside him. With a snap of his finger, he summoned a Butler to hand drop the waiver next to her while she dined, clearly oblivious from the Butler's actions.

He broke the ice by coughing slightly to get her attention. "Oh Julianne..." He cooed as he called her. "I do not mean to be rude but a busy man as I can be rather forgetful at times. Would it be alright if you take a bit of your time to sign your Waiver?"

 

[Sinshyne]

The prayer was a comforting bit of simple familiarity in this vast unknown new world she was being thrust into. Mindful of her rather gauche behavior in the carriage she took her cues from her new guardian and the servants, watching them all carefully for guidance. It was a good thing she settled her rule for behavior before she began eating, or she would have been lost in a disarray of admittedly charming, but socially unacceptable behavior in a young woman of good breeding. Because the food was absolutely delicious. She tried a little few small bites of everything. She had no idea what she was eating when she ate the porcupine. Indeed she had never heard of it, considering it was only found in the New World and had likely been shipped here to France at a high price indeed. But it was a soft succulant meat she adored. The bear meat she did not like so much, though if it was the only thing presented to her she would have been delighted. The beef and the roasted pig though were both greatly enjoyed. The bread was light and fluffy and downright decadent. It felt sinful to eat that bread slathered in butter. She had never had such bread. The vegetables were more familiar to her, and she enjoyed the stewed tomatoes, the asparagus, and the broad beans.

She was quite full and not expecting dessert. She had never experienced dessert. She eyes the crepe with an uncertain eye, looking around and seeing the others combining the chocolate and crepe she followed their example. Her eyes flew wide when the chocolate touched her tongue and she almost disgraced herself with an exclamation. Never had she tasted such. It overpowered the delicious pudding which she barely touched. She was just helping herself to the dark cake that smelled like the delicious chocolate when she was interrupted by his request. She licked a bit of chocolate off her bottom lip, looking down at the waiver in bewilderment.

Then she did something that was usually entirely unexpected in a young French woman.

She picked it up and started to read it, frowning in concentration.

"What is this for? What am I waiving?"

 

[sentinelofdreams]

The General dinned down with his servant and this woman, silently looking at her across the table as he dined. He smiled in bemusement as she watched her try to copy the customs and the polite gestures of the members of the upper class. Though her actions were not in vain, she still had much to learn. He too was rather posh on how he dined but as a man who didn't hesitate to get his hands dirty for a while he both figuratively and literally dove down at the meal he ate. Of course such actions would still be considered "Barbaric" for the high standards of French Nobility but it couldn't be helped if this man was more comfortable in eating his Bear Ribs and slabs of pork with his bare hands every once in a while. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and then next was the desert.

Everyrhing was going quite well for the banquet he showed off so far. He had casually approached Julianne without finishing his Crêpe, only half of it finished. He had grown a little inpatient over the little girl before her so he could claim her and her family's property once and for all. Then when he handed her his waiver his eyes went wide when she did such an impolite thing. his eyes were half lidded as he simply stared at her actions. With a frown, she plucked that piece of paper off her hand as impolitely as she did to him. That'll show her what it feels like!

Immanuel laughed to gain her attention again. "My apologies." He monotonously droned out in a sarcastic tone. "That isn't very polite of you to do, young Woman." With a deft hand, he quickly rolled the waiver up and used it to swat her hand. It wasn't painful, only a reminder of what not to do.

He flattened it up again for her to read a taste of some of the contents of the waiver. "It's simple really, my dear. This waiver verifies to the state that you family consents to the handover of any of your family's property, Land, possessions and wealth. It also states in the waiver that your Father, in his will and testament, is to have you handed to me as your Guardian and teacher. This waiver primarily acts as a confirmation of the will your Father wrote two years ago."

With a snap, he summoned another of his servants to hand him her Father's will to Julianne. It was neatly slid near her to read. "He was a great friend, a comrade and an excellent Huntsman." He bowed his head slightly as a form of respect. "He was the greatest man I've been with, a true gentleman and a cultured person. A proud Frenchman, a believe of the divine right of our King and a devoted believer of the Church. May the almighty Father bless his should and may he be rewarded everlasting life."

 

[Sinshyne]

Julienne blinked in confusion when the waiver she was trying to read was summarily yanked from her hand. Tears sprang in her eyes when he slapped her hand with the rolled up parchment. Not because it hurt, but because she was terribly confused and embarrassed at the scolding he gave her. She eyed it warily as he explained. She still didn't understand. If her father had all this in his will, why was her permission needed?

She remember Sister Agnes's pinched face, glowering down at her when she had questioned WHY she needed to scrub the cloister walk when she had JUST scrubbed it the day before and it was still perfectly clean. "It is not your duty to question, it is your duty to obey. It is a sin to not carry out your duty. So obey, child."

Was it her duty to obey again?

Her new guardian droned on and on about her deceased father, and she fought down a twinge of bitter resentment. If he had been such a great man, why he had all but abandoned his only daughter to the church? Why had he never given her an ounce of affection, spending the few minutes of his yearly visits inquiring about her education, and never once indicating whether he was pleased or not? It still hurt, though she should suppose she would have gotten used to it. Her mother had not been much better, though she had always given her child a hug and brought her little gifts. How she had craved their affection as a child! Even now, with them dead and all hope for it lost, she craved it.

She wanted to question him further on the need for her signing. Some little voice deep inside warned her she was missing critical information. But she was thoroughly intimidated now, staring blindly down at the very official looking will. Why should she question what her father wanted? Why should she question such an honored man as a general? She straightened, looking at him apologetically.

"Forgive me, mon Seigneur. I did not mean to question you, I was simply confused as to why my signature was needed." She pushed away the will and lifted the quill brought by the butler, dipping it into the inkwell he had also brought, and carefully signing her name. The butler sprinkled the document with sand to set the ink, and she looked up to her guardian, soft bluegreen eyes searching for approval. Or at least forgiveness.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

His eyes looked at her eagerly as Julianne signed the waiver with eager attention. He watched as he soft, small hands graced the waiver with her signature. Once signed and the ink set it by the butler, there was no denying the smile in his face as he saw the Waiver carried away by one of the servants. Perfect. He helped her stand up the chair and he ge tly hugged the young Nun, enveloping her with his large, broad arms which could around her petite body.

"Welcome to the Estate Étevaux, my beloved Julianne Chappelle!" He smiled upon her as he shook her hand. "I apologise again for droning out at you and showing a bit of a strict side of me. I am a General after all and discipline is in our blood." He walked her out of the as his servants tended with the left over food. "Bartolomeo, send the food to the Peasants of Naples. Maybe for once it'll prevent another rebellion for once."

His head Butler was quick to give him a submissive bow as he ordered the other servants to clean up the large table.

He turned himself again to Julianne as they exited the large Dining hall. "Oh, I am quite full. I hope you enjoy the meals prepared by my servants. They don't always do their job well but when they do, they do it well. I only host these great feasts for honoured guests, and as a woman under my protection who's blessing is given both by God and your Parents, it is only logical that I, Immanuel Étevaux, prepare a worthy mesl for you which rivaled that of the feasts of Dukes and Kings." It was true as despite the large banquet prepared for them, they barley even made a dent on the feast he prepared. It was all for shoe indeed. 'One day when you set up your own family, you'll be able to host such feasts among the Nobility and the Masses. I will teach you the ropes, and I would be more than happy to do so."

He laughed down the hall heartily as they walked towards back to the Guest Hall, his loud voice echoed among the walls. He shakes his head in a posh way as he composed himself. He clearly was pleased with his acquisition of the Chappelle Estate, and most importantly of Julianne.

"Now onto what goes next, my dear." He said as they walked along a massive Trophy Room full of exotic animals that have been hunted down by him personally. "Now Julienne, I do expect you to learn as you make your transition towards the world of Nobility. Do not fret, as it won't be like being a Neophyte of the Abbey. I know how disappointed you are of your life there and how stunted you are from the rigourous life of piety in the Church. No no, you won't have to undergo that anymore. I will have a Personal Teacher come into this Villa every day to learn, closely guarded by yours truly. I hope you get used of the lavish lifestyle Julianne, today and forever, you are now a Woman Reborn!"

 

[Sinshyne]

Julianne was relieved to see his tension relax, his warm smile returning. And with his smile her own returned, brightening at his approval. But her reward for signing did not stop there. He all but pulled her out of her chair, and she had a brief distressed thought of that abandoned dark cake. But that thought vanished when he wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a gentle hug. She was so astonished at first she forgot to breath, just stood stiffly in his arms. But then she softened, soaking up the affection lavished on her with utter delight. Hugs and kisses had been an extreme rarity in her life. Usually relegated to the brief pecks on the cheek and half second hugs her mother left her with each year. Those had been precious gestures, carefully hoarded in her affection starved little girl heart.

But this...this was no careless goodbye hug. This was an all enveloping lavishing of affection, and she returned it in enthusiasm, flinging her arms around him and pressing her head to his chest. His heartbeat thudding in her ear. And when that lovely hug was over, his attentions continued. She had the kindest guardian in all of France, she believed. Her father may have done nothing for her in her life, but he had done the best of favors in handing her care over to this man. She beamed when he sent the food to the poor, appreciating the gesture. The nuns had cared for the poor daily, and many times Julianne had been one of nuns filling pleading arms of half starved wives, daughters, even grandmothers with bread and vegetables.

She trotted after him as he led her through the decadent, luxurious halls, her eyes dancing with excitement and pure, sweet happiness. "Oh, I will do my best, mon Seigneur!" She chirped in response. "The nuns were very kind but I am so happy to be here and very grateful for your care for me." The thought of a tutor left her terribly curious. "Oh, who is she? What is her name? What will she teach me? Will she live here, or will I go to her?" The questions fell from her lips as she followed him.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Down the hall they went as they headed for the room she was to be placed in. Her own luggage was carried by his Servants as they walked slowly up the Staircase. "My dear, you will have a tutor for every subject that you need to learn, all are from the greatest teachers France had to offer." He proudly boasted his wealth and confections from being able to hire such people. "I know you are a smart person and I know in just a short time you won't need a teacher anymore." He was obviously bluffing as the only real teacher Julianne would have for the rest of her life was Immanuel, the sexualy deprived General now having this young woman under his supervision

As they climbed up and entered a oak door, they turned to another hallway with several other door, the ones relegated to Guests and his servants. She would glance by a open door which let her see a room full of maps, swords, guns and all other things associated with a man with a deadly profession. "My little planning room. A piece of the world of war in my home. If I am here, I strongly advise you not to enter when I am with my men. The topics of war are not suited for such a sweet little woman like you." He leaned down to lightly pinch at her right cheek. Adorable. Then they headed straight for another lavishly decorated oak door, a golden door latch with leave etching on it was incredibly noticeable as the gold sparkled by the candlelight.

He opened for her and was presented a lavish room overlooking the great outdoors. Rolling hills, wheat fields and the edge of the forest leaving much to the imagination. Adventure practically screams for anyone who looks out in that window. A large king sized bed on the left, her own bathroom and a table full of notebooks and a small bookshelf. It was a room for a woman like her, it even included a bust for the Virgin Mary.

"Your own room." He rubbed her head warmly. He ordered men to drop her stuff in the room. "You'll stay here for the meantime. I'm planning on expanding this Villa to accommodate an even bigger and more lavish room for you." He handed her the keys as he glanced back at her. "I apologise but so have to tend to some important matters, Dear Julienne. Be back down for dinner and evening prayer please?"

 

[Sinshyne]

Julianne silently marveled at the concept of a daily train of tutors marching in and out of the house to educate her on mysterious subjects. He had said her first would be today, if she remembered correctly. What would her first subject be?

She only spared a half glance at the planning room he showed her. Guns and maps and such held little interest to her. And his warning about staying out of the room would be heeded without complaint. Guns and swords were dangerous, she knew that much. She smiled up at him when he pinched her cheek, though she immediately disliked it. It was something someone would do to a child, and though young she was definitely no child. She hoped he was not so old that he would think of her as a child. She was a woman, of marrying age. And she did hope to have a family. She adored children, often played with the peasant children who came with their mothers for aid. But surely that was WHY he was determined to educate her, so she would be able to run her household and train her children well. So she disregarded his annoying gesture. And she was glad she had done so when she stepped into what was to be her room.

Clasping her hands in front of her as she stared around in awe. This room was a far cry from the tiny cell where she slept on an iron cot with a mattress so thin she could feel the rails beneath her. The room had been so small it had barely held the two cots, for she had shared the room with one of the older nuns. This much room, this much sheer luxury...just for her....

She looked at him, her eyes shining. "Oh, it's beautiful, mon Seigneur! I could not ask for more, please. This...it is too much!"

But she wasn't complaining. Going to the bed and running her hand over the silken bedspread. Tall windows gave her a stunning view, and she could not wait to go out and explore it all. The afternoon light from those windows spilled out over the room, gleaming on the small writing table that held some notebooks. She went to the bookshelf to briefly examine the books. She was astonished to find works by Voltaire, a scandalous author she had even heard of in the convent. There were books of poetry and science and philosophy, as well as a small collection of what looked like curious novels with titles that made her blush. One called "Justine ou les Malheurs de la vertu" by a marquis. Another called "Les Liaisons dangereuses". One interestingly titled "The Nun", and another "The Indiscreet Jewels". She did not take the time to look at them closer though, but she was delighted. Books were a rare thing indeed in the convent. Only a few were permitted, and always of a religious subject.

She happily agreed to be down in time for dinner, and spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking. Dancing from one end of the room to the other, putting her very few things away. The nun's habit she started to put away, but then sat pensively for a moment, considering. What should she wear to dinner? She only had the habit and the dress she was wearing. The dress she wore was not terribly dirty, but she felt for dinner she really should dress in something fresh and clean. Which left only the habit. She did NOT want to wear it. Detested the idea of it. It felt so nice to wear a dress. But perhaps if she wore the habit, it would remind her guardian that she had no other clothes to wear, and tomorrow he would see to providing her clothing. She did not want to ask him for anything. He was already providing her so much!

She went to the bathing room and undressed, freshening herself up before reluctantly putting on the habit. There was still time before she could expect dinner, so she went back to the bookshelf. She wanted to read the novels, but shied away from them. Novels were strictly forbidden in the convent, considered scandalous things that no proper lady would read. She was not yet brave enough to flout that decree, so instead she chose what seemed like a safer thin volume of poetry. She settled onto the bed to read. The very first poem was curiously entitled Imperfect Enjoyment.

"Naked she lay, clasped in my longing arms
I filled with love, and she all over charms,
Both equally inspired with eager fire,
Melting through kindness, flaming in desire;
With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace...."

She slapped the book shut, her cheeks flaming scarlet as she looked around guiltily, half expecting the General to leap out of nowhere, angry at her reading such obscene material.

But no scolding guardian flew at her, and she stared down at the rather bland brown book cover.

Surely this was a mistake. This book was certainly NOT meant for her. But curiosity rose within her, and she peeked again at the poem.

"In liquid raptures I dissolve all o'er,
Melt into sperm, and spend at every pore,
A touch from any part of her had done't,
Her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt....."

Again the book slapped shut, and Julianne quickly set it away from her on the bed, eyeing it like a snake. She did not recognize some of the words she had read, but they sounded terribly naughty. For the next quarter hour she did not leave the bed. Simply sat on it in her nun's habit, blushing as she recalled the words, struggling with the lewd images they imprinted on her brain of soft naked breasts and naked limbs twined about each other.

Finally she rose, taking the book in trembling hands and returning it to the shelf. At the last minute she decided to wear the wimple, not sure of the rules of head coverings. Leaving her room she went looking for the dining hall and ended up completely lost. One of the servants found her wandering in the halls near the kitchen and guided her to where the General was waiting for her. She entered subdued, a pink flush still staining her cheeks. No wimple graced her head, but the coarse black habit covered her from neck to toes, belted by a white belt that wrapped around her small waist and dangled to her knee.

 

[sentinelofdreams]

Meanwhile, the General was wrapping up the final acquisition of her family estate and properties. It was a relatively boring and long process of signing, oath taking and filing of documents to acquire the land and property of the Chappelles. Eventually, all was done and all he had to do was head back towsrds his home with his wealth growing nearly twice its size than earlier before. But despite the new found wealth he has acquired, there was something more precious than land and riches. That woman, that blonde bundle of sunshine was his, and now he was ready for the next step.

It was nighttime when he arrived back at his Mansion. She would hear the loud cantering of the horses as the Carriage docked inside one of the stables. He snapped his fingers to order around the head Butler Bartolomeo.

"Bartolomeo! Set up our table for the woman, make it quick! Rapidament!"

He bowed politely from his master's orders. "Monseu General, any requests?"

"Wee, but of course." He replied as he unfurled his coat. "Make it intimate. Just me and her. None follow us inside our chambers."

Rather than the dinning hall, instead the two would be designated to have their dinner on a small and private Guest room on the northeast corner of the Villa. It would have a small wooden table with fruits and sweets and some Roast fuck liver and caviar dor them. Scented candles were lined across the room to add some pleasant scents of lavender and rose. A comfortable bed enough to fit two was set up in a room next to the Guest's dining room. The General too time to wash up and after bathing quickly he wore nothing but a tight long sleeve shirt, his muscles printed on the thin fabric and black pants made of wool.

He looked around the room to gaze upon their first adult encounter. How would this Nun react to his advances? There wasn't much time to plan out as a servant knocked the door gently to alert him of his playmate's arrival.

"Monseu, Lady Julianne was wandering around aimlessly when one of us found her." The servant reported.

A rather bemused expression was on his face as he turned around. When she looked at her, she was on her innocent Nun clothes. Her Habit covering much of her body, save for her face as her blonde hair was visible underneath the thick clothes. He was at awe of her youthful beauty, the image of her mother echoing back to him but she was more beautiful than her. Nothing would stop him in claiming her once and for all.

"My servant... Leave. Now." With his short orders, the servant lefr them quickly as he sensed what was about to happen next. He turned to her with a warm, smiling face. "My beloved Julianne." He cooed as he beckoned for her. He took note of a scarlet tint on her cheeks. "Oh my, whatever happened to you my dear? Was walking around made you tired" he moved a chair assure foe her to seat. "How are you, my dear? Loving your stay here I hope."

 

[Sinshyne]

Julianne was a terrible liar. At his very first question she blurted out an instinctive lie, agreeing with his presumption.

"Oui, mon Seigneur. It is a very large house."

But everything about her betrayed her lie. Her eyes skittering off to the side, the deepening shade of pink on her cheeks, her fingers fluttering nervously. She could not look him straight in the eye. Could barely look at him at all. Whenever her eyes found his battle hardened muscles rippling under thin cloth her heart would stutter, remembering that wicked poem. She was completely flustered, and was relieved to sink into the chair. Heat enveloping her body as she tried to focus on behaving properly.

The meal was simpler and a relief after the decadent feast of earlier. Though the foods were still far richer and more plentiful than anything she had ever seen in the convent. She eyed it all uncertainly, waiting for him to make the first move so she could follow his example.

"It is lovely here, and I am so grateful to you for bringing me here." Her speech may have been a bit formal, but it was earnestly sincere. Candlelight glittered off the golden tendrils dripping from her wimple. "I am sorry, but I could not wear my dress from earlier, it needs washing. And this was the only other thing I had to wear. I apologize if I am ill-dressed for dinner."

 

[sentinelofdreams]

He watched her sit down gracefully with a smirk on his old but handsome face. He picked up a piece of biscuits and then added a dollop of Caviar and another dollop of mayonnaise over it. He ate it so slowly, his lips moved slowly and yet so firmly with vivid detail as he ate down the small morsel. He handed Julianne her own helping of biscuits and caviar and mayonnaise to enjoy. "Don't be shy my love." He smiled warmly as he scanned her body wearing her Habit, breasts still printed on the thick cloth despite the clothes designed not to show much to any man or woman. "You deserve a meal like this, it fits you more."

He ate down another piece of caviar and biscuits again. "I am well aware about your life as a Nun. Let go of that now but not your dress..." He laughed lightly but hw then looked at her in the eye lustfully. "It fits you well even if you do not belong to the Convent. It makes you look innocent, meek, submissive..." She would feel his hand crawl towards her and lay on it gently. "Beautiful... You are a beautiful woman, Julianne."

He took a bottle of wine and filled his champagne halfway through, then with a toast drank down most of it. To chug it all down rather than sip it like a gentleman made him look rather improper and not one of the Nobility, not that he cared. Soldiers will be soldiers. "Don't be shy. Relax... Your safe with me." A wink was then endowed upon her as he lounged back. "I know your lying. I can see it in your face. Your hands are trembling, you cheeks flushed. Curiosity has worked your interest of me and you." He took another large gulp as he studied her movements closely. The door was shut right behind her.

"Let me let you in something, Petite little Julianne." His worn eyes with a now faded colour focused on her bright blue green ones. "Your mother, was certainly something. I always wanted your mother. Sadly she was a married, honest lady devoured to the Church and her man. While I wished to even grasp her soft hands or be endowed by a strand of her hair, your father and her faith kept me at bay. And... And in an even more cruel twist of fait that only made my heart yearn for her more, she had met her cruel end in a tragic accident. Woe is me, woe is me indeed!" He stood up as placed his hand on his heart as his voice turned into a tone of dispare. "How fate is so cruel and God wicked upon me for your mother's life to end in a violent, bloody flash. Their bodies entwined in loving embrace till the end of their great lives. As I lived on to bear the sadness of the death of your beloved Mother, all I had to do was to move on and to march as I offer her a prayer so her beauty may grace the halls of Heaven."

He then leaned towards her suddenly, almost toppling a Champaign as his hands were placed on the table on her side. "But as god shut a door on me, A wall has been torn down by the Ballistae of Arch Angel Gabriel as she offered you to me. Now, I am no deprived gentleman. Now I am not bouncing around with some harlot and whore. Now, NOW you and I, Yes! You and I! You and I Julianne are destined to intertwine." He looked at her flushed faces and twitching hands again. "I know you already. I know your interest in something beyond you, something you have been deprived off. I am well aware of you peaking in my raunchy poems and books. There is no need to hide it for they are for you! Everything is for you and now, Julianne Chappelle are mine!"

 

[Sinshyne]

He was so very kind. Julianne offered a sweet smile to him, grateful for the tender care he lavished on her. "You are very kind to me. Far kinder than I have a right to expect."
She accepted the food he doled out to her, tasting it gingerly.

Goodness!

Her eyes flew wide at the taste. She had never been to the sea, but detected the saltiness and the brininess and the buttery smoothness that melted on her tongue. Even the seemingly simple meal felt sinfully decadent, and she found it absolutely delightful and so very unusual. There was a resemblance to fish, but it was so much more delicate in flavor.

She nibbled at it, then tasted the wine and found she did not care for it, but she forced herself to swallow a few more sips. Next she tried a sweet pink macaron and almost rolled her eyes in pleasure. Was the food always to be this delicious? It would be impossible to go back to the bland, never varying diet of the convent. Utterly impossible.

She was spreading golden brown duck liver on the thin slices of perfectly toasted bread when he mentioned her habit. Her eyes went to his, curious. Why would he want her to wear.....oh....
She flushed, and she was not sure why. Her eyes stared down at his hand covering hers in consternation and confusion. Though no men ever graced the long halls of the convent, the young novices were always taught they were never to be touched by a man. The General had hugged her. Had held her hand. She had even tumbled into his lap! But somehow, this touch of his hand on hers felt...different. And it recalled to her mind that wicked poem. Instantly her cheeks responded, flushing a deep red as her eyes shifted guiltily to the side.

"Thank you, mon Seigneur." She didn't know what else to say, could barely force that dutiful little phrase past her throat. If he only knew her wicked thoughts! He would send her RIGHT back to the convent! But then he called her right out on her little lie, and her horrified eyes flew to his again.

"Oh, please, Mon Seigneur, I...I didn't mean...I mean...." Flustered and overwhelmed, she pulled her hand from his, wringing it in her lap.

And then he started speaking of her mother.

It was all terribly confusing. She listened, trying to focus on his words instead of the heat flushing through her body, making the heavy wool habit insufferably hot. He was already leaning towards her when she realized what he had confessed. Her succulant pretty pink lips parted in a shocked gasp. He had just confessed to loving her mother! To wanting to...to...fornicate with her! Bewildered, stunned pretty eyes blinked into his as his voice grew louder, more excited. A moment passing before the words sank in. He KNEW about the wicked poetry book, had put it there for her. And now...he wanted to fornicate with her!

She stared in dazed confusion for a long moment, then whispered, her voice strained...

"But mon Seigneur, we are not married! It is forbidden by the law and the church, no? I do not understand..."

 

[sentinelofdreams]

"Forget the church!" He loudly snapped at her, his voice beckoning for her to pay attention. "Your not a Nun anymore, save for the Habit that you wont need after I take your flower along the ones I've taken before!" His hands then slid on her shoulders as he massaged them with his grip. "I want you, and I know you want me. Your eyes know the look of a man with lust. I saw you when we met yesterday as you thrusted out your bust on me. All I wanted was to make you happy, and I will make you happy because you are my woman now!"

He leaned back and began to pace around her, the dimly lit chandler shrouded his eyes over the shadow casted upon his head. "You are too innocent on how the world works. Perhaps turning you into a woman would let you understand... But I won't make my move yet on you. I maybe a Soldier, but I am a Gentleman, not a vagabond Rapist." He gave her yet another hungry look as he gazed down at her bust pressed on her thick clothes. "The Law wouldn't care much if an unmarried man fornicated with a unmarried man. It is frowned upon by the church, yes, but you are not in the Convent anymore. Are you not happy with what I have given you and would you not reward me with your body?"

Again, Immanuel pressed on her again but he was behind her this time, a hand placed on her right shoulder and another on her lap. Gentle touches were made upon her body to let her get familiar with the touch of a man. She felt so warm! Perhaps it was due to her wearing such thick walled clothes which was hot in the body? No, it was her that was hot! "Your body craves attention... You have been oppressed by your handlers. Your beauty almost destroyed by their cruel hands, caged away in their wrought iron gates!" He grumbled as he imagined just what would happen if she would be like if she still stayed there. A maiden waiting to experience the touch of a man cast inside the walls of the Church, wallowing in her own miserable life, aging slowly and to die without even seeing the sunshine from outside the Garden of their Convent. He was certainly glad to have rescued her from being a old nun for the rest of her life.

He looked down at her with folded arms. "Now, my beloved Julianne. Tell me what you want? Do you wish to be my lover or leave back to the Convent? Or do you just wish to stay here without ever seeing me again. I'm always in campaign, and if you do not wish to be my lover, then I do not know if I could ever let you travel to the New World with me. What is your choice?"

 

[Sinshyne]

She flinched at the loud bark of his voice, tears filling her eyes but not yet dropping to her cheeks. His moods were mercurial. One moment soft and gentle, the next boasting, the next pleading, then snapping. It kept her completely off balance, especially when combined with such an embarrassing topic she knew utterly nothing about. She didn’t understand any of it. She didn’t understand his references to her habit, didn’t understand his determination to make her his. She blushed, then paled when his hands began to touch her. Never had she felt a mans hands on her in this way. Never had she been so aware that he WAS a man, and every touch made her remember that wicked poem.



With arms, legs, lips close clinging to embrace...."



Her cheeks flamed scarlet at his reference to her thrusting her bosom at him and she opened her mouth to protest. She had NEVER! But then she snapped it shut. Would it anger him even more? She didn’t want him angry. As she hesitated, he stalked her. Moving around her like a predator toying with prey. She felt very small and uncertain underneath that smoldering gaze, bewildered as he dismissed her concerns out of hand. And then when he spoke so roughly of the convent she had grown up in, she found herself agreeing with him. Though she knew the nuns loved her, she HAD felt oppressed. HAD felt as if she were a prisoner. A bird with plucked wings forced into a cage.



And then he so cruelly offered her the choice. The choice of leaving this luxury behind and returning to the cage, or staying with him and….well…fornicating with him. For a wild moment she imagined the disgraced return to the convent, the condemning eyes of the Abbess….and then she remembered those last words of the same Abbess.


"In the eyes of God, the General now has the status of your father. So you must obey him and follow his guidance."


It made it blissfully easy to give in despite the niggling voice of her conscience warning this was against the laws of both man and God. That she was giving in to the lusts of the flesh and was diving into open sin. But she remembered that wonderful bedroom, the inviting beautiful fields and garden outside her windows, the decadent foods spread before her….and the warmth that had left her blood tingling when she had read that perverse poem.


And she looked up at him, the very picture of wide-eyed sweet innocence. Encased in the rigid uniform of a nun and lit by candlelight. She responded in that musical voice of his, “Mother Madeleine said that I was to obey you and follow your guidance, Mon Seigneur. It is my duty and my choice to do so.”