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Chapter 1 – Highborn Bitch
Grand Duchess Isabella lifted her nose in utter contempt as she watched thatdespicable worm, Lord Escobar, toady to the Grand Inquisitor. The lickspittlecourtier had a peculiarly fawning expression on his face as he talked to theancient priest. She would never have invited either the Grand Inquisitor orLord Escobar to one of her parties, but their hostess,the Queen of Spain, sadly had to cater to all factions.
Feeling immensely superior to such grubby riff-raff, the Grand Duchess chattedamiably with the Queen, admiring the expensive decorations and high-pricedentertainment. As far as the Grand Duchess Isabella was concerned, the GrandInquisitor was just a glorified garbage collector. His filthy, shabbily dressedvictims babbling hysterically like retards in front of the crowd at an auto-da-fewere obvious rejects that had to be cleansed for the good of all. The minorgarbage was strangled before being burned. The more disgusting garbage shriekedlong and hard for the cheering crowd as they twisted and writhed on seats seton poles high above the flames, being slowly roasted for the edification ofall.
Truth to tell, Grand Duchess Isabella rather enjoyed watching the lower ordersbeing forced to scream and squirm. After all, they were barely human and onlyexisted to serve and entertain people like her. It's not like they were realpeople.
As a member of the nobility, she had a balcony seat at each auto-da-fe andwas closer to the agonized victims atop their poles than were the teeming massesbelow. She felt scant sympathy for such filth and avidly watched the grimy,horrified faces contorted in hideous agony as they slowly cooked over the longtongues of flame. It was a real turn-on. It was a shame her husband was dead,because she had really enjoyed fucking his brains out afterwards. Perhaps shecould quietly arrange to have sex after the next auto-da-fe with some youngstud who could make her eyes roll back like a shark. She looked around theroom speculatively.
The Queen discretely raised her fan to cover her mouth, knowing the lookof a cunt on the hunt. She nodded surreptitiously across the room at a young,black haired buck with the physique of a matador. She whispered urgently toIsabella.
"Try Ricardo. Fucks like a mink. Keeps his mouth shut."
Isabella nodded appreciatively.
Lord Escobar glanced over at her as he talked. Isabella arrogantly avertedher face, affecting not to notice him. The slimy twerp had actually proposedto her, obviously in pursuit of her late husband's vast holdings. The GrandDuchess was certain that she could do much, much better and have fun with afew Ricardos along the way.
Face haughtily averted, Isabella failed to notice the Grand Inquisitor studyingher speculatively while she in turn scoped out young Ricardo.
The Grand Inquisitor was ever on the prowl for easy pickings to further enrichthe already overflowing coffers of the Holy Church. There was, of course, afinder's fee (a percentage of her estate), which Lord Escobar would collectif his allegations proved true.
The Grand Inquisitor inspected Isabella carefully. A full figured female,whose ramrod stature not only reflected one born to command the lower orders,it also presented her tits nicely. Isabella's creamy complexion was as flawlessas fine porcelain. Her spoiled, pretty face reflected a lifetime of arrogancebossing obsequious servants and grovelling peasants.
Her coiffure was one of her many glories. Isabella's personal hairdresser,Carmen, had worked her magic with slim deft fingers. The buxom beauty's longblack hair was fancifully woven around, and held in place by, a large, elaboratelycarved and beautifully lacquered wooden comb. Needless to say, Isabella's onlyacknowledgement of this skilful service had been a small condescending nodafter inspecting Carmen's work critically in a mirror. Why should she do orsay anything more? After all, Carmen was just doing her job.
Carmen's rival, Rosita, had beavered away industriously between Isabelita'slegs in a bid to try and get Carmen's job after the Duke's death, but it reallywasn't the same as a man. It took the edge off her sexual appetite, but theappetite for men remained, burning steadily in her loins. To Rosita's immensefrustration, the Grand Duchess could tell the difference between a tongue whoreand a hairdresser and thought more highly of the hairdresser.
Isabelita would hardly have drawn much solace if she had heard what youngRicardo was saying to that old roué, Father Carlos.
Father Carlos raised his eyebrows.
"Young Ricardo, how can you prefer older women?"
Ricardo smirked smugly.
"They don't yell. They don't tell. And they're grateful as hell!"
Ricardo winked across the room at the Grand Duchess, speaking to her on thesly with the language of the eyes. She batted her long eyelashes back at him.Her fan fluttered suggestively. Affecting not to notice, Father Carlos addressedyoung Ricardo quietly.
"You're not the only man ogling that prime piece of flirting fuckmeat. Youhad best bed her quickly, for I see the Grand Inquisitor and Lord Escobar eyeingthe newly made widow like starving wolves circling a straying lamb."
Ricardo nodded. It was common knowledge amongst the courtiers that the GrandInquisitor had found that widows were easy pickings, suddenly lacking the protectionof a powerful husband.
If what the sagacious Lord Escobar had said about the unwillingness of theGrand Duchess to quickly form a protective alliance were true, the Inquisitionwould make short work of her. The highborn bitches often foolishly believedthat the exalted positions of their late husbands still protected them. Havingled pampered existences, reality was often a rude shock to them. The GrandInquisitor always marked the haughtiest, snottiest ones for future reference.A spoiled, pampered beauty was always where the true money was and, after all,teaching her humility was his Christian duty.
Grand Duchess Isabella looked like she would be an interesting student.
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