by Paul Preston
Brother William: No!
Prayer bells are heard, calling the monks to morning worship.
Brother William: It was a dream. Just a dream…
Shivering, Brother William takes a few deep breaths, stands up and covers his nakedness with his robe. He notices the candle is still burning on his altar. His blows it out and leaves his room.
Scene 4: Am I displeasing you, sir?
Brother William walks slowly down the shadowy hallway of the monastery after a day of begging for alms and fasting, appearing faint and exhausted. Father England passes him in the corridor and speaks with him briefly.
Father England: So, young monk, how was your first day in the service of Christ?
Brother William: Fine, Father. I gave the coins in my begging bowl to the sexton.
Father England: Very good. And did you take care of that matter we discussed last night?
Brother William: Which matter, Father?
Father England: Ahhh, yes. It is perhaps best to be discreet in matters. Peace be with you, young monk.
Brother William: I don’t…
Father England pats his shoulder and continues down the hallway.
Brother William: Understand…
Brother William follows him down the hallway with a confused look then continues down the corridor, enters his bedchamber, lights a candle and kneels beside his bed. Holding a rosary in one hand, he shuts his eyes in prayer. Magdalena slips into his room quietly, holding a bowl of rice and dram of water to break his fast. She sets down the rice and water on a small table in front of him.
Magdalena: Excuse me, Brother William. I don’t mean to interrupt your nightly meditations, but Father England has sent me to your bedchamber to provide you with your nightly dram of water and bowl of rice.
Brother William: Thank you. That’s very kind of you, Sister.
Magdalena: You needn’t be so formal, Brother William, after what happened between us. We’re friends now, aren’t we?
Brother William: Yes, but we mustn’t let that happen again, Sister.
Magdalena: Call me Magdalena.
Brother William: OK, Magdalena. And please call me William. I have not yet been deemed worthy enough to be called a Brother of the Holy Order.
Magdalena: I hope I can call you William, after what you did to me last night.
Brother William casts his eyes to the floor, ashamed.
Magdalena: Oh my, you’re blushing. I’ve made you blush, William. Your cheeks are all red. You shouldn’t feel ashamed, William.
Brother William: Please, Magdalena. We mustn’t talk like this.
Magdalena: Didn’t you enjoy what happened between us?
Brother William: I did. It… it was the most wonderful night of my life, Magdalena.
Magdalena: What a sweet thing to say...
Magdalena gently takes Brother William’s hands in hers.
Magdalena: William, I was wondering… May I ask how old you are?
Brother William: I’m twenty one years old.
Magdalena: Only twenty one? You’re so young to be a monk, too young... I just turned twenty three a few days ago.
Brother William: Oh. Well, I wish you a Happy Name-Day, Magdalena.
Magdalena: Thank you, that’s very kind of you, though I’m not sure how happy it was for me, washing pots and pans in the hot kitchen all day and on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floors at night.
Brother William: He made you work on your Name-Day?
Magdalena: Yes.
The monk’s eyes are drawn once again to the voluptuous breasts of Magdalena, as she pours water in Brother William’s wash basin.
Magdalena: Would you care to freshen up before your evening meal, William?
Brother William: Yes please. You are a kind Christian woman.
Magdalena holds the basin out just below her breasts and Brother William takes the water in the palms of his hands, splashing his face with it, just inches away from her cleavage. Overcome by desire, Brother William begins breathing deeply, fighting off the impulse to take her breasts in his hands and her nipples in his mouth. In an effort of will Brother William leans back on his bench and covers his face with his hands.
Magdalena: Are you quite alright, William? You look rather pale.
Brother William: I’m fine.
Magdalena: You look exhausted. Have you been praying a long time?
Brother William: Yes, and begging for alms in the town square. Here. Let me help you with the wash basin. It must be heavy for you to hold.
Brother William rises to his feet and helps Magdalena place the wash basin back on the table behind them. Suddenly, he becomes light-headed and acts as if he is about to faint.
Magdalena: Brother William? Are you ill?
With one hand Magdalena holds him around the waist to prevent the young monk from falling. To regain his balance, Brother William grasps at the loose material of her dress, accidently pulling it off her body. He watches as the dress falls slowly to the floor, completely exposing her. Magdalena slips off her shoes and steps out of the dress while easing the monk to the ground.
Magdalena: William, you nearly fainted. Perhaps you should lie down. Let me make you comfortable.
Brother William: What have I done? I’ve removed your dress. God help me, it’s happening again.
Magdalena: William, you’re ill! Your forehead is burning.
Brother William: I am a bit dizzy.
Magdalena: You poor man. Let me help you.
Magdalena sits behind him on the mat and places his cheek on the soft smooth pillow of her exposed bosom, the corner of his lips resting upon her puffy nipples. As the weight of his head presses down upon her bosom, a droplet of milk seeps out of her nipple and drips into the corner of his mouth, moistening his lips. He closes his eyes to savor the sweet taste.
Brother William: Your dress… I think it’s ripped. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…
Magdalena: I know. Don’t trouble yourself William. It was an old dress anyway. Are you hungry, William? How thoughtless of me.
Magdalena stands up to get the meal. When Brother William looks up he realizes she isn’t wearing panties. The lips of her vagina have peeled open for him and glisten in the candlelight. He gazes at her flesh with longing.
Magdalena: Do you feel better now, William?
Brother William: Yes. You are most kind to me Magdalena. But, you shouldn’t… we mustn’t…
Magdalena: Let me get you your meal.
Magdalena retrieves the bowl and cup and kneels on the floor next to Brother William.
Magdalena: You are far too weak to feed yourself. Let me help you, William.
Magdalena holds the cup to William’s lips to drink and feeds the grains of rice into his mouth with her hands. Brother William feels and tastes the sensation of her soft fragrant fingers on his lips. While William eats the rice, they stare deeply into each other’s eyes. After the meal, she puts the bowl and cup aside.
Magdalena: Now that I’ve fed you, allow me to comfort you, My Lord.
To make him more comfortable, Magdalena folds her dress and places it under Brother William’s head. As Magdalena lifts his robe to pleasure him with her mouth, the camera focuses on Brother William’s face. His lips part and his eyes shut as he feels her lips stimulating him. After a moment of enjoying the sensations, he strengthens his resolve and pulls himself away from Magdalena’s lips.
Magdalena: Am I displeasing you, sir?
Brother William: Oh no. I’ve never felt more pleasure in my life. You are so beautiful, Magdalena. You are the loveliest woman I’ve ever seen and you bring me so much pleasure. You’re making me happy for the first time in my life.
Magdalena: Then why did you stop me? Did you dislike how I was kissing you?
Brother William: No. I loved it. Too much.
Magdalena: Perhaps you’d like to try something new?
Brother William: Magdalena, we can’t. It’s wrong. You’re married and I’m about to ente
r the priesthood. We must master our desires. It’s wrong of me to take advantage of you.
Magdalena sits closely to the monk and places his hands on her breasts, holding them there and squeezing his fingers around her areolas. Breast milk seeps out between his fingers.
Magdalena: But you’re not. I offer myself freely to you, William. What can be wrong with enjoying each other, before you enter your life of chastity?
Brother William: After last night, I made a vow, during morning prayers, to control my sexual desires for you and to contain the seed within my body, for the Glory of God.
Magdalena: If I can’t touch you, could you at least…
Brother William: Yes?
Magdalena: Could you… My breasts are swollen again and my nipples are so sore. My child refuses to latch on to me. Could you… would you…?
Brother William: As long as I don’t… I suppose… I could give you some relief.
Brother William sits up and the two lovers kiss very tenderly in the candlelight. Magdalena brushes her fingers through William’s hair as he kisses the nape of her neck, her shoulders and finally, her puffy, enlarged nipples. He passionately sucks mouthfuls of milk from both nipples and swallows several times, the creamy white fluid dripping off his chin. Magdalena guides him down her body and William kisses her most intimate areas. The camera records Magdalena’s face as she reacts to William’s tongue. She breathes deeply and moans out as she climaxes.
Magdalena: Oh, you beautiful boy. I’m so wet for you.
Magdalena removes the monk’s robe over his head, opens her legs and guides William inside her. He thrusts into her with abandon, like a wild animal. Breathing deeply and moaning, he releases deeply inside her womb, trembling and sweating. After his breathing calms, Brother William collapses in her arms. They hold each other with tenderness.
Brother William: I can’t seem to stop myself from defiling you.
Magdalena: I am yours to defile, My Lord.
Brother William: Please, don’t call me Lord. It’s blasphemy.
Magdalena: It makes me feel closer to you when I show you the respect and deference you deserve.
Brother William: I should drop out of this monastery. I’m no longer worthy enough to serve Our Father in Heaven.
Magdalena: It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry, William. Please accept my forgiveness. I’m unhappy in my marriage and seduced you again. Will I be punished for my sins, once again, by your loving hands?
Brother William: Punished? What do you mean?
Magdalena: Don’t you remember last night?
Brother William: No.
Magdalena: How you tied my wrists together so sweetly and led me down the dark hallway, pulling me by the rope as if I was your most prized possession.
Brother William: I—
Magdalena: You chained my hands over my head, picked up the whip in your right hand—
Brother William: I don’t remember.
Magdalena: I faced the wall and felt the lashes sting the bare skin of my –
Brother William abruptly stands up and paces across the small bedchamber.
Brother William: What you speak of did not occur. It was only a dream.
Magdalena stands up and joins the monk in the center of the room.
Magdalena: Was it?
She turns her back to him and a small red mark is shown on her shoulder.
Brother William: I did this to you?
She turns back to him and places his hand over her breast, holding it there.
Magdalena: It didn’t hurt at all, William. I promise. You were so gentle the mark’s practically gone away already. I looked at myself in the mirror all day, staring at the little mark you left on my skin. I refuse to be ashamed of it a moment longer. I will say it out loud in this holy place. I liked it. All of it, William. I like the act of submitting to you, of having my naked body shamefully exposed in front of Father England and tied up. I like giving myself over to be whipped. I know I can never have you in the real world, but we can be together, hidden within the walls of the monastery. I can give you pleasure sexually, at least until your forty day trial is over and you make your vows of chastity to God. Oh, William, I wish you would do it to me again, but not so gentle next time. I long to give myself to you, William. It’s all I think about. I want you to do it to me again and again. I hate being away from you and I never want to go back to my husband again.
Magdalena kisses William and quickly gets dressed.
Magdalena: I’m sorry. I have to go. I’m late. Perhaps I’ll visit you again in your dreams tonight. I love you, William. I love feeling you come inside of me.
Brother William: I love you too, Magdalena! I am in love you! Come away with me! Let’s leave here, tonight!
Magdalena: Tonight?
Brother William: Yes! Meet me here later, at midnight. Bring your child. We’ll escape from this town together.
Magdalena: Yes! We’ll do it! I love you, William. I’ll see you at midnight, my love. We’ll be happy together, won’t we?
Brother William: We will be happy, Magdalena. I will love you and your child for the rest of my life.
The lovers kiss and Brother William watches Magdalena leave. He slowly turns to look directly into the camera. Brother William stares into the lens for a long time, as if searching for something he lost.
Brother William: I’m losing my mind.
Agitated, he paces his small room. He looks at his face in a cracked mirror hanging on the wall. In the reflection, he stares at himself. His eyes appear crazed and bloodshot. He tries to pray, lying down on his side with his rosary beads, rocking his body back and forth. Eventually William shuts his eyes and falls asleep.
Scene 5: Shall we begin the Inquisition?
William wakes up in his dream, puts on his robe and belt, picks up the candleholder and walks through the shadows of the monastery. As before, he enters the room of Father England. Magdalena’s cheeks are wet. She kneels in front of the standing figure of Father England. The Father nods his head once. Wordlessly, Magdalena stands up and both men remove her dress. Completely exposed, Magdalena turns to Brother William and holds out her wrists. William takes off his belt. As he ties the rope around her wrists, breast milk seeps out of her nipples. William tightens the rope further and an abundance of milk spills out of her breasts and drips down her torso. Magdalena opens her mouth and tilts her head back, moaning in pleasure at the bondage. Silently, Father England hands William a large wooden paddle. When Magdalena sees the paddle, she looks at William deeply in the eyes and bites down on her lower lip. Led by Father England, William pulls Magdalena by the rope down the corridor and into the empty candlelit room. William ties Magdalena’s arms to the iron ring mounted into the wall above her head and she faces the wall. Father England nods once more and leaves. Using the tip of the paddle under her chin, William moves her chin to the side. Their lips meet his in a passionate deep kiss.
Brother William: So. Shall we begin the Inquisition?
Magdalena: If it pleases you, My Lord.
Brother William: Do you understand, submissive, why you’ve been brought into this room?
Magdalena: Yes, My Lord. I’ve committed sins of the flesh.
Brother William: You freely and without coercion admit to this?
Magdalena: I do, My Lord.
Brother William: Very good. Your confession in this regard will be duly noted. You’ve been a naughty girl to the monks here, haven’t you, Sister?
Magdalena: Yes, Sire. I have tainted the purity of the monks with my wickedness.
Brother William: And there is one particular monk you have become obsessed with, is there not? That you have led away from the spiritual path?
Magdalena: Yes there is, Sire.
Brother William: Please state his name for the record.
Magdalena: His name is William. Brother William. I am in love with him, My Lord.
Brother William: I see. And this novice you claim to be in love with, what are his feeli
ngs for you?
Magdalena: He is in love with me as well.
Brother William: And how do you know this?
Magdalena: Brother William confessed his love to me earlier this evening.
Brother William: You are silly, child.
Magdalena: I may be a child, but I’m old enough to know how I feel. We are going to run away together. Tonight. It’s almost time.
Brother William: I see…
Brother William loosens the rope and unties her from the ring on the wall. He wraps the rope belt back around his waist, sits down on a chair next to the candlelit altar and sets the paddle down.
Magdalena: Are you setting me free? Without punishment?
Brother William: I can’t very well punish you for the indiscretions of a youthful heart. Return home to your husband and child. Our Lord in Heaven has forgiven you. You are washed clean of your transgressions. Go and sin no more.
Magdalena approaches Brother William in a seductive manner, casting flirtatious glances at him. She sidles up and sits down on his lap, putting her arms around his shoulders and kissing him with her tongue. He places his hands upon her breasts.
Brother William: You are free to go, Sister.
Magdalena: Am I? Are you sure that’s what you want, Sire?