The mill wheel seemed to turn easily under the pressure of the water from the watercourse, but inside the mill it sounded like a great creaking and noise.
The father was standing by the grain hopper, in front of him a bent girl with her robe rolled up above her waist and her back exposed. The young nun was holding the miller, who, with a delightful expression on his face, was rapping her lap with violent thrusts.
“Ah… ah… father… ooohhh… good heavens,” the girl moaned painfully and just waited for the man to satisfy himself. She herself was not experiencing it with any joy. The man’s cock was big for her small body and narrow lap, and his penetrations were deep. She didn’t even have time to get really wet when she already had him there up to her balls! The miller was in a hurry and didn’t have time or desire for any caresses. The robe went up and up and up.
The girl was here for the first time and hoped that it would be the last time and she would tell the abbess that next time she should go alone and enjoy the miller’s equipment!
“Uhh… uhh… I’ll be there… Sister of Christ… aaaaa…” the miller croaked, sprinkling her womb with his sap. Then he pulled out his withering tail, slapped her ass, and got to work. There were a whole bunch of sacks waiting to be ground.
***
The mill has stood on the Smrdava River since time immemorial and has been farmed by the Bělický family for three generations. In addition to the mill house, the Bělický family lived here from young to old.
Václav and Josefka were already in advanced age, and the miller was their son Vojtěch and his wife Julia. However, Václav’s father had not yet fully handed over the business to him and had a kind of unalienable right to make the final decision in the management and operation of the mill, regardless of his son’s opinion.
” I’ve been a miller for forty years, so you’re not going to teach me what to do and what not to do,” he thundered whenever Vojtěch disagreed with him. And like a good son, he had to give in, willy-nilly.
The sharp edge of the relationship between them was then blunted by Julia, which, fortunately, Vojtěch had no idea about.
As soon as this happened, Julia provided her father-in-law with some comfort and peace returned. This comfort is meant as an act of love. Since Václav was no longer capable of full-fledged intercourse and his penis was not fully erect, Julia performed it with her hands and mouth.
When she first asked her father-in-law not to criticize Vojtěch for his lack of skill and who knows what else, after a short thought, he replied that if she provided him with reassurance and relief, he would stop.
The understanding Julie lifted her skirt, but his member did not rise enough for him to enter her and apart from feeling her lap with his hand, nothing happened. She had to do it differently and began to alternately fuck and suck him until she achieved the desired success. Václav was satisfied and he pulled back. But he could only hold out for a certain time and Julie rushed to plead for her husband again. She jerked off his tail and it went on and on. She understood that Václav was doing it on purpose, but she did not want to offer him relief whenever he wanted, but what could she do?
Vojtěch was no longer a young man. He was already thirty years old and everyone respectfully called him “Mr. Father”, as millers were usually called. Julia was twenty-five and she herself almost desperately wanted to get pregnant. At her age, women already had three or four children. She and her husband made love often, fervently prayed to God for help, but still nothing.
Vojtěch, apart from his wife, liked to jump over every skirt that appeared at the mill. If we leave out the girls he ignored, we mean the wives and daughters of the farmers who had their crops ground at his place. However, few of them arrived in a cart with sacks of grain. This work was usually done by the farmhands, but they might come to Julia to ask where there was something new.
Then Vojtěch could possibly cast his nets, mostly in vain. The peasant women were not going to give to just anyone, even if they would get their husbands a discount for their work. Either it was because of female solidarity and they would pity Julia for her husband’s infidelity, or they themselves had sex to the point of over their heads, so why spread their legs for another horny man.
Another case was the nuns from the monastery of the “Pious Sisters of Christ Serving the Honor of Their Lord,” as it was called at length. It had been there since the time of King Wenceslas I, and after the Benedictine monks, pious sisters took over years ago. It was a strange order. No one knew what they did, except for prayers, of course. They did not take girls from noble families for education, did not collect alms, did not help the needy or perform other acts of Christian humility. Everything was hidden behind the massive walls of the monastery, which in its austerity resembled a castle or an impregnable fortress. The monastery also owned a few villages, where the inhabitants paid the sisters a tithe of their harvest as a tax every year. Mostly in kind. And the nuns themselves took care of, for example, grinding grain into flour at the miller Bělický.
Sister Cecílie, a young nun of the order who had been serving devotedly for four years, took on the task. She hitched up the cart, the nuns loaded the sacks of grain and “off you go,” Cecilia set off, just like every year. She was going for the first time. Every year a different sister went, as their abbess Cleciana had determined.
The father, still a young miller, greeted her with a smile and immediately drove the servants to work and went with her to the mill so that she could check that not a single grain of grain was wasted.
Cecilie handed him the gold denarii that the abbess had given her, but the miller frowned.
“The price of milling has increased. Since last year. That’s not enough.”
“But… I don’t have anything else… Mother Superior gave me this,” Cecilie squeaked in alarm.
The miller examined her inquisitively. The abbess should have known about the higher price. Had she forgotten about it or was she testing him, grinding grain at a discount out of Christian love? The nun knew nothing, but she couldn’t say she didn’t have anything more… you can’t see much through her robes, but she’s very pretty.
” I’m sorry, sister. Grinding is my livelihood, and although I respect God, I also feed a lot of people. Nuns or the king himself, the price is the same for everyone. In your case, however, I am willing to back down, but not for free,” he smiled slightly, as the girl looked puzzled.
“You will back down, but not for free? After all, I say I have no more money.”
“But you have a nice body… and that’s not enough. Well?” he walked up to her and ran his hand over the curves of her body.
Cecilia shuddered. She was not a virgin and as for satisfying her physical desires… if the monastery walls could tell… She only nodded briefly and silently and the miller turned her back to him himself, rolled up her robes, and released his stiffening tail from his trousers, which, looking at her pretty firm ass, became firmly erect and nothing prevented him from violently entering her. It was only slow, the girl was not ready, but he had no time. The vagina was narrow, the girl just held on and moaned painfully, it was not much, but he achieved satisfaction and squirted into her. He didn’t need more. He satisfied his lust and set to work. The mill was filled with the noise of running machines and swirling flour dust. The girl went out, sat on the cart and accepted a mug of milked milk and a slice of bread with cottage cheese from the girl.
” Let it taste good, sister… after such exertion,” the girl smiled and left.
“Does she know or not?” Cecilia looked after the departing girl, but then waved her hand to show that it didn’t really matter and started eating with gusto. The monastery didn’t exactly have an abundance of dairy dishes.
***
” You, Your Grace?” the abbess was surprised by the arrival of Bishop Tadeasz of Grodek Zawilego himself to the monastery. He arrived on horseback as an ordinary rider, accompanied only by three armed men, and he himself looked like one of them.
“I have to deal with the devil’s plots not far away, and I have to be in secret there,” he explained his situation, and the frightened abbess crossed herself three times.
“And you yourself, Your Grace?”
“Where the inquisitor’s foot steps, usually no stone is left unturned. It’s sad, but it’s true, dear sister. The case here is not that complicated and there’s no need to start a fire right away. I’m enough to repel the evil force myself, but your prayers will be a great boost to me in my holy act,” the bishop said, taking his cloak from his saddlebag, putting on a gold chain as an expression of his office, and heading into the building. His men were accommodated in the stable next to the stables.
The abbess immediately sent a nun with instructions to the kitchen and immediately ushered the rare visitor into the guest chamber.
“Do you have any other wishes, grace, before the meal?” she asked humbly.
“I will eat with you, so that I may enjoy the monastic life and renunciation. And in the evening, let one of the sisters bring me a jug of wine,” the bishop replied in a kind tone, and the abbess bowed slightly to him. She understood his wishes very well.
***
Dinner in the monastery was not as ordinary as before. There was no feast, but meat never appeared on the table on weekdays. Now the abbess wanted to be seen, and slices of pork, sauce, and bread pancakes appeared on the plates.
The bishop watched in surprise as the food disappeared into the nuns’ mouths with great speed and they ate with almost unrestrained gluttony. He looked at the abbess, who only shrugged her shoulders apologetically.
“In my honor, you didn’t have to make such an intemperate feast,” the bishop grumbled angrily. “It seems that you live more hungry here than today. Am I wrong?”
Cleciana muttered something, but the bishop ignored her, finished his meal, wiped his greasy hands on a napkin, got up, and left. The pious sisters, absorbed in their food, did not even notice his departure.
***
Tadeasz of Grodek Zawilego had been bishop for five years. His predecessors had died a few years after their inauguration, so it was necessary to find a younger successor. The Polish principality proposed its candidate, who eventually won. He was less than fifty years old and a man in full mental and physical strength. He was more of a knight in spirit than a cleric, but that did not matter. Excessive piety in this position was also not desirable. The intricacies of politics, secret and open negotiations with the rulers of various countries, required a man who was practical, pragmatic and not fixated on the dogma that the world works only according to God’s will. And Tadeasz was like that. He was a pious man, but he did not deny himself the pleasures of the earthly world, he did not do so publicly. He solved problems with reason and did not flaunt his faith like many fanatical preachers. He was particularly displeased with the Inquisition, whose presence in the kingdom he did everything he could to prevent.
He had indeed come here to deal with the matter of a certain misguided subject, when the zealous priest Boblik of Edelsdorf had so messed up the case that he had to intervene himself and with the full power of his office before it got worse! But it was now evening and he was sure to have a pleasant night. At least he hoped so.
***
After a timid knock, the door of the chamber opened slightly and a figure in a cloak, hood over her head, and a jug of wine in her hand slipped in.
“Come in, daughter, and don’t be ashamed,” Tadeasz rose from his chair to greet the girl like a knight.
The girl placed the jug on the table and uncovered her head.
“I am not ashamed, my lord,” she said. It was the Abbess of Klecian herself!
This was a cruel disappointment for Tadeasz. He had been expecting a young girl, not the Abbess herself. Surely the old woman must have known what she wanted the girl for, or was she so stubborn in her piety?
Kleciána was already an older woman, around forty years old. What Tadeasz did not know, however, was that God had taken away her beauty, and added to her physical proportions. He learned this as soon as the woman took off her cloak. She was naked underneath it. She did not cover her large yet firm breasts and overgrown groin. She just stood there with a defiant expression on her face. Tadeasz also had no idea that the woman had spent half of her life in a completely different sisterhood, which had nothing to do with piety. Their company, the Garden of Paradise, was run by the monks from the church of St. Zich, but prayers were held here only sporadically. A completely different activity took place there, in accordance with the name. And Kleciána, then Luciána, born Albína, was a very sought-after mistress.
Only later did she enter the monastery of the “Pious Sisters of Christ Serving in Honor of Their Lord,” and in time was elected abbess. However, all sources were and remain silent about what she did to deserve this.
Tadeasz did not throw the woman out, as he had originally intended, and when he looked at her body, he began to perceive the beauty and his instrument of pleasure slowly began to arouse him.
“Can I help you?” Kleciána asked, knelt in front of him and began to pull down his trousers. Tadeasz watched in amazement as she skillfully removed his member, seized it, put it in her mouth and began to lick, suck and suck! It was an indescribable pleasure!
When his tail was firmly erect and it became more difficult to suck, they moved to the bed. The man undressed and began to kiss and caress her body. Her firm large breasts fascinated him, he devoted himself fully to them, but then he ended up between her spread legs with his tail tucked up to her balls in her womb.
Kleciána was an experienced hetaera and knew how to please a man, herself, and quickly. With the internal contractions of her womb, she rhythmically squeezed the pulsating tail inside her, causing it to climax. The semen was released into her vagina, which did not bring her a climax, but only a blissful feeling, which was enough to satisfy her. The long years of life as a concubine and the desire for pleasure in contact with a customer were already behind her.
Tadeasz checked out without tiring her too much, and they could strengthen themselves with the wine that was brought. It goes without saying that there were sleeping herbs dissolved in it. Tadeasz fell asleep right at the table, Kleciána watched herself and drank less, but even so she had less to do to get to her cell, where she threw herself on the bed as if she had been cut and also fell asleep immediately.
***
In the morning the bishop was grumpy with a headache. He didn’t remember anything and he was sleepless from his uncomfortable sleep at the table. He cursed the wine he had drunk and the nuns prepared him some potion, which he drank with extreme reluctance, but it worked like a miracle, so that in the end he left quite satisfied. He and his entourage. The soldiers didn’t come short either and were blessed with a crowd of lustful nuns during the night and their limbs were sore. But they were soldiers and they had to endure something.
***
In the village where a woman possessed by the devil lived and was imprisoned, he drove straight to the court. On the way, the villagers bowed to the ground to the rare visitor, because even though he had no banner and was riding incognito, his armed escort, good horse, and expensive clothes revealed that he was a nobleman.
The mayor, the Nest, was probably named after his hairstyle, which, with its disheveled hair, resembled the famous sparrow’s nest, as they say. He too showed his servility with a deep bow and immediately wondered what brought the noble lord here.
“You are talking to his noble grace, Bishop Tadeasz of Grodek Zawilego, you fool!” one of the soldiers shouted sharply, as the bishop dismounted.
The nest remained in silent surprise, someone in the vicinity screamed, in short, everyone froze in amazement. They were expecting anyone, except for the bishop, whom no one had ever even laid eyes on. The only cleric far and wide was their spiritual shepherd Boblik from Edelsdorf, installed here less than a year ago after the deceased predecessor. By his name, he was clearly of noble origin, but he did not behave in any way haughtily and if it were not for his almost excessive zeal for faith, he would perhaps have been even more popular than before.
“I don’t have much time,” the bishop told the magistrate. “I’m here about this case of demonic possession. I want to see it myself before the Inquisition is called. And close the case.”
“Of course, sir… noble sir… your grace,” the magistrate muttered, completely derailed, leading the bishop across the yard, where a shack had been set up in a chamber with a small window. People didn’t lock themselves up in the village. A pillory was enough, and the punishment was a flogging or some unpopular community service, or a fine. People didn’t kill each other, and they didn’t need a shack as punishment for petty theft.
The nest opened the door and the bishop just sighed. “That’s what I thought.”
In the corner, the figure of a small woman in shabby clothes and an unkempt appearance cowered timidly. A complete wild woman.
“What have you done to her?” thundered the bishop. “Is this supposed to be a devilish possession?!”
“Yes, sir, we don’t think so either, but Father Boblik claims that it’s just a delusion and the devil has her firmly in his clutches,” shrugged the rector. “But she really is strange. She doesn’t speak, she just curls up and hums something.”
Madness of mind, no devil, thought the bishop, and said aloud. “I hope you are not letting her die of hunger. I command. Feed, wash, clothe. Then I will hear her out. Now I will visit your priest. One man will stay here and see that the order is carried out. Two will go with me. My gold chain, my cloak, and let’s go!”
***
The men flocked to the rectory and in the hall they came across the housekeeper. When she saw the bishop’s badge of office and power on a gold chain, she just widened her eyes and fainted.
The bishop continued on. There was silence everywhere until he heard a quiet conversation from a room upstairs. He carefully peered inside through the half-open door and saw a kneeling woman mechanically sucking the priest’s penis with her head, her cassock pulled up. See, priest Boblik preaches water and drinks wine. This was clear fornication.
“Yes, daughter… oh… you’re doing it very well… ohh… suck the holy member and swallow the sap… oh… oh… ohhh,” the priest sighed blissfully and held the woman’s head so that she would really swallow everything to the last drop. She swallowed hard, but the semen was leaking out of the corners, how powerful the dose was. When the woman stood up and the priest lowered his cassock, the bishop rushed in. The simple country girl reacted like a housewife, she screamed in fright and fainted. The priest regained control and, although he himself was frightened by the sudden appearance of his episcopal grace, he rushed to kiss his ring and express his joy at this unexpected visit.
” I’ve seen enough,” said the bishop, looking at his men resuscitating the fainted woman. She was quite pretty, but the priest certainly didn’t invite ugly people into his house.
“Is this how you administer private sacraments, or what should I understand?” he thundered.
“Your Grace… that is… er… grace, it’s a mistake… I… it… happened… somehow… by mistake,” the priest babbled unhappily, but the bishop waved him condescendingly. “I’m not interested in this. I’m here about the devil’s case.”
Boblik came to life immediately.
“Yes… yes… a certain Chmatáková, the widow of a gypsy, is possessed… It’s been about two months since she started calling on the dark forces to come to earth.”
“How does it manifest itself?”
“In the evening, she lights a fire at the house and jumps around in a kind of trance. She doesn’t react to anything and when she wakes up, she refuses to talk about it. Well, tell me, Your Grace, isn’t that a sign of possession?”
“Hmm, maybe,” Tadeasz replied thoughtfully. This was a serious accusation, but he still didn’t see any dark forces in it.
So he asked: “Does this… how do you say… dance harm you in any way? On property, on lives?”
“Well, not really,” the priest admitted. “But still. It came out of the blue. She wasn’t in her senses before, but now she’s completely gone. I’m happy that you’re the ones who will repel the infernal powers. And what about her? Will she end up at the stake?”
“I’ll decide when I know more. For now, peace to you,” Tadeasz stood up and returned to the courtroom, where he intended to question the unfortunate woman.
***
The woman had already washed and dressed in clothes borrowed from the rector’s wife and looked quite presentable. She was of her age, but she must have been a beautiful girl in her youth.
“I must hear you out… in a friendly conversation,” he said gently, as he sat down at the table where she was eating soup and the woman immediately cowered shyly in the corner.
“Hey, rector, bring me two mugs of beer,” he shouted to the rector and the villagers who were lingering at the door, then locked himself in the chamber with the woman and had a guard posted in front of the door.
” You have nothing to worry about. I really just want to talk and help you. I am a bishop… well, let’s cut it short… some titles… I am Tadeasz… and you?”
“Ulrika,” the woman squeaked and slowly returned to her food, still ready to defend herself, which was to curl up into a ball.
“What do you do for a living? I heard you are a widow,” Tadeasz continued, taking a sip of beer from the mug to show that even a nobleman does not deny himself the simple drink of his subjects. He did not like it very much, but he had to endure it.
” I live by the grace of God and as a herbalist,” the woman whispered, slowly losing her shyness, speaking coherently and not acting obsessively.
“Do you cure various ailments?”
“They come to me and pay for extracts from roots, flowers… I know a lot of things. That’s not a sin,” the woman agreed.
“No, that’s definitely not the case. On the contrary, your actions are meritorious. Besides, no one would come to you otherwise. But I’m talking about your strange… er… dances by the fire. People are scared of it. They say you refuse to talk about it,” Tadeasz said softly and the woman blushed.
” If I say this, you’ll think I’m crazy. But… okay. I have an old herbarium at home and some herbs supposedly require a magical ritual to increase their effects. It’s probably stupid, but that’s how I do it. That’s all. Do you think I’ll brag about it to others? I’m already strange to them… but when they have a problem, they’ll come.”
“And what if you suddenly started doing these rituals and didn’t do them before,” the bishop wondered.
“I can’t read,” Ulrika explained simply. “Once a merchant hid with me from the weather. He got stuck in the mud with his cart and I gave him shelter. We leafed through the herbarium and he read to me what was written there.”
” That’s interesting. Will you show it to me?” the bishop asked curiously.
“If you promise not to take it from me, then yes,” Ulrika agreed.
“I promise, but now back to those rituals. Boblik accused you of being possessed by the devil.”
“Boblik is acting out of pure revenge,” Ulrika retorted sharply. “I refused to fornicate with him, that’s why. Just so you know, noble sir, he invites pious women to the rectory and protects their souls with his holy member… phew… it’s normal fornication. If they don’t obey, their souls will be in the power of hell. I refused him and he hates resistance. Try asking a shoemaker, a blacksmith… but be careful. The men don’t know anything about it, but their wives have fornicated with Boblik many times.”
” I think the case is solved,” said Tadeasz solemnly. “I have found that your soul is as pure as a white lily, and the charges are dropped. Of course, how the other villagers will take it is a question. Their simple minds do not understand your magical rituals, and Father Boblik himself is obsessed with your obsession, so I do not know if you can stay here.”
“And what should I do?” Ulrika was frightened.
“Go somewhere else,” replied the bishop. “I will allow you to escape so that you can gather what you need at home in peace. I can do no more.”
” Oh, sir, I am infinitely grateful to you,” the woman said, untying the lace on her dress.
“My God, what are you doing?!” Tadeasz was startled.
“I want to repay you…” Ulrika did not understand. She did not want to be indebted to him, and men are usually paid with their bodies.
“Can’t you see that I am a bishop?!” Tadeasz said sternly. “I myself must be particularly consistent in my celibacy, otherwise the church would have no authority!”
Ulrika shrugged. She had never heard of celibacy. The priests fucked their sheep quite publicly and no one was offended. Except for Boblik. He thundered from the pulpit about fornication as a poison among the faithful and at the same time did it himself. If only he would keep quiet. Tadeasz was not as ascetic as he pretended to be. He too gave in to his bodily needs often and willingly. He had plenty of willing women around him, most (unsurprisingly) among the nuns.
The bishop went outside and had a long conversation with the rector.
“Rely on me, your grace, I’ll arrange it,” said the Nest as they mounted their horses, and then the bishop and his entourage disappeared in clouds of swirling dust.
***
The Bělický mill clattered its monotonous song to the countryside, until one day the wheel stopped. It was time for regular maintenance of the machinery and cleaning of the drive. Václav managed the work inside the mill, Vojtěch worked outside. So Julie did not have to deal with petty disputes between them and that day she went to the forest to pick mushrooms, making a proper fry for everyone.
Instead of mushrooms, however, she discovered a shabby hut made of branches and moss in the forest, and a woman named Ulrika Chmatáková in it. When she told her story, Julia regretted taking her to the mill with her. After all, even a herbalist could be useful to them. Those who can heal deserve respect, not survival in the forest.
Vojtěch, as the master of the house, took her under his roof and set aside a place in the stable. There she caused a small stir. The girls eyed her jealously, while the boys were delighted. It was clear to Ulrica herself that even if they did not attack her in any way and did not humiliate her en masse, she would certainly have to spend at least one night with each of them. She was not wrong.
***
Ulrika, of course, did not escape Václav’s watchful eye either. Having discovered that she was an herbalist, he immediately invited her in and overwhelmed her with descriptions of all her ailments. Although the woman had no help with many problems, she could deal with some.
“Do you even know that you can only stay here with my permission?” Václav suddenly asked her.
The woman was taken aback. “Did your father give permission…”
“Vojtěch? I haven’t handed over the business to him yet,” Václav sneered. “Only what I say will happen. Vojtěch runs the mill, but under my guidance.”
“Of course, I am infinitely grateful to you,” Ulrika blurted out immediately.
“Sure, sure, but that’s not enough. If you would occasionally give me some medicinal infusion and relief…” Václav was doing, hoping that Ulrika understood his words.
“Do you want me to sleep with you?” Ulrika assured him in astonishment.
“No. Just a hand and a suck,” Václav clarified.
“Sure… er… I’ll be at your service,” Ulrika gathered herself to leave.
Vida, a lazy old man. And she will cure him of all his ailments and will have to do everything with him. As if the pigs in the stable were not enough. So, in addition to her lap, she had to involve her mouth in the lovemaking activities. The life of a subject is hard.
