Two nuns supplied me with refreshment, made me up a bed on the floor, and I really had nothing to complain of as to treatment that first night, still, something seemed to assure me that I really was a prisoner, and should not so easily get out of the convent. My hope was, that the Earl would speedily insist upon my speedy release, (little dreaming at the moment that he was the instigator 60of my detention, and had actually acted as confessor in the assumed name of Father Francisco.)  
My anxiety was greatly increased the next day, when hour after hour passed, and still no communication from the Confessor or Superior, the nuns who brought me in breakfast and dinner were silent to all my enquiries or offers of bribes if they would help me get out of the place.
 
My watch had stopped for want of a key, but about seven o’clock in the evening, as near as I could guess, the old priest opened the door, and beckoned me to follow him. My heart suddenly recovered its courage, and I braced up my nerves to bear the severest penance; we passed along several passages, and at last opening a door, he motioned me to enter. There, sitting before a small table, which had a bible and crucifix upon it, sat a rather young priest, about the same age as my husband, but with a close shaven face and crown (the Earl had heavy whiskers and 61moustache, I had never seen him otherwise), and he struck me as being very like Francis about the nose and eyes, still, no suspicion that it could really be him came into my mind.
 
“Daughter Lucille, Lady Ellington,” said the seated Confessor, as the other locked the door behind me, “In answer to prayer, the Holy Mother has inspired us to grant you absolution, only after the most severe personal chastisement and humiliations we can possibly inflict upon you. Then, you will return to your confiding loving husband, purified of your adulterous sins, but for all that, he will still, and for the rest of his life, wear the horns of a cuckolded husband, which is his punishment for teaching you such lascivious ideas; it is an awful sin to so abandon yourselves to lust, and your unfaithfulness is the providential punishment he so well deserves.”
 
My face and neck were suffused with the blushes of burning shame, as my eyes fell beneath his ardent gaze, besides something 62instinctively told me that both Father Francisco and his coadjutor were enjoying the sight of my confusion.
 
“Now please divest yourself of everything you have on, except corset, chemise and drawers, whilst I prepare this scourger for the chastisement of your wicked sensual flesh, and my brother here will get that rope in order, ready to tie up your hands above your head.”
I scarcely knew how I got my dress and skirts off, as my hands trembled so, and the idea of stripping before two men, even if they were priests, was so distressing to my sense of modesty, but, somehow or other, I was soon standing up, with my skirts on the floor, about my heels, and my last under petticoat tucked up under my corset.
 
Father Francisco confronted me, scourge in hand, and pointing with his finger to my drawers in front, roughly ordered me to open them, and show where I had admitted my lover, when in the act of committing adultery.
 
63“Open it, you wicked woman. I must see the seat of lust itself!”
 
He flourished his scourge so, and gave me two such terrible cuts round my buttocks, that I was compelled to obey his immodest and shameful order, and the moment I had done so, he produced a pair of scissors and denuded me of nearly all the dark, silky chevelure I took such delight in viewing in the glass, when ever I dressed myself, or just got out of my morning bath.
 
“I suppose you were so excited and wanton, when Lord Dunwich embraced you, that you shewed him everything, even your nakedness, as the Bible calls it; did you blush then, as you pretend to do now, Lucille?” he asked.
 
My surprise and indignation almost choked me, so that I was unable to speak, and he gave me a heavy slap with his hand on my bottom, saying, “So you will not answer, and think I am behaving shamefully, do you? It’s nothing to what you will have to submit 64to presently, Lady Ellington; turn round and open your legs, and stoop forward this instant, or I will flog the very life out of you!”
 
His rude hand was passed under my bottom, between my legs, and as I covered my face with my hands, I could feel his fingers invade every secret spot in turn, even to forcing a digit up the fundamental orifice, which is always so tight and difficult of entrance, saying, as he did so: “Did you let him go there, or has your husband ever sodomised your bum-hole? Ha! Ha! How modest we are now. Speak; say if you ever allowed any one to put his prick in your arse?”
 
I cannot recollect all he said or questioned me about, but his words and actions were every moment more and more coarse and obscene, on purpose to add to my humiliation.
 
“Here, Father Anthony,” he continued, addressing the old priest, “where is your godemiche? That’s the thing to draw all the 65wantonness out of her lustful body. It is well furnished with good stiff bristles?”
Father Anthony.—“It’s a new one, same as we always keep in stock to subdue the fleshly lusts of these lascivious female sinners, and never used before, but I must tie her up.”
 
The rope, which hung from a pulley in the ceiling, was tied tightly round my wrists, bringing both hands together; then he pulled it as hard as possible till I could barely touch the floor with my feet, and all my weight was upon my arms and the muscles of my back.
 
“That’s it, exactly,” chuckled Francisco. “Now, my dear Lucille, Lady Ellington I ought to say, you will really enjoy the insertion of this jolly dildoe up your cunt, and it is full of a delightful injection, with which it will spend in response to your emission of pleasure.”
 
“Ah! No! No! Oh pray don’t treat me with such brutality,” I screamed, in horror, when I saw the huge red-headed thing, with 66its shaft springing from a bed of bristles, fixed round the balls so as to prick the cunt at every insertion, besides its length and thickness seemed quite terrible to contemplate. “I am quite content to submit to your penance of scourging and whipping, but oh, oh, have mercy, and put that thing out of my sight.”
 
Father Francisco.—“Look, you need not be so frightened. I shall lubricate it well with perfumed oil to make it enter you easily, besides I will put some on your cunt and bottom.” Suiting his actions to his word, and oiling my privat............