The suffering of Saint Carmen of Toledo

Maria, who would later become St. Carmen, was born around the year Anno Domini 1005 in a suburb of the Moorish‐occupied city of Toledo. The city fell alternately to the Spanish Christians and the Moorish Muslims and was now firmly in Moorish hands. Maria grew up there like all Spanish girls, her father was often in demand for months as a warrior in the northern provinces, fighting the Moors in the Christian armies. His youngest brother, 18‐year‐old Don Jaime, had remained in Toledo to protect the family. Maria's mother conscientiously prepared her for a future as a nun in the convent. She was a devout godfearing woman, very chaste and therefore very passionate but a bit stupid in her many love affairs.

Mother kept saying that Mary had to preserve and protect her virginity at all costs. She was choosen to be a bride of Christ and would remain a virgin for the eternal Lord. The mother once came down to the riverbank and saw the children playing, the children groping each other's private parts, some fucking each other really and still others giving the boys a handjob. Maria was among them, the 12‐year‐old was grabbing a boy's cock. Her mother took her by the hand and walked home with her. She reminded her daughter that the older children were doing something wrong when they fucked each other like married couples. She must never do that, her mother insisted, she was destined to be the bride of Christ and must not let the boys fuck her. Maria shyly objected that she was aware of this and that she let every boy who wanted to fuck her lie on top of her, but he was only allowed to fuck and cum between her thighs, some of them also from the outside into her little hole. Her mother was horrified, how easily such a greenhorn could lose control and tear her hymen! It would be wiser to do it to the boys by hand and she would show her how to do it straight away. Before Maria could reply that she had already done it, her mother called Don Jaime over and told Maria that she would show her how to do it by hand.

Don Jaime entered and Maria now had confirmation of a long‐held suspicion. The young man paid no attention to her daughter, but kissed her mother directly on the lips and their tongues kissed intimately in the French manner. He pushed her onto the large chest in front of the marital bed and while they were still french‐kissing, he undid her belt so that the dress slipped apart, revealing her mother's naked body, her round pregnant belly and full breasts. Maria had rarely seen her mother naked and looked at her curiously. Her mother pressed her bare thighs left and right against Jaime and leaned back. She was so aroused by the French kissing that she also forgot about her daughter. She unbuttoned Jaime's breeches, took his cock in her hand and inserted it into her vagina. Maria stood frozen, watching her brother‐in‐law fuck her mother for the first time. Don Jaime was the only one in the whole family who had light blonde hair, as did the youngest siblings, the blonde twins. The realization that the twins were descended from Don Jaime hit Maria like a bolt of lightning.

The mother came to her senses at that moment and stopped Jaime, who was ready to cum. She pulled out his cock, which left a large hole in her cunt and which gradually closed again, and told Jaime she wanted to show Maria a handjob. Don Jaime grumbled a little and nodded. The mother beckoned Maria over. She showed her the handjob and Maria nodded after a moment, she had understood how to do it, she whispered almost inaudibly. The mother grabbed her hand and let her grasp the cock. "Well, you go on then, make the High Lord, your uncle, cum really hard!" said the mother and Maria grabbed it properly. She had only ever rubbed small, thin boys' cocks before and now she was rubbing a grown man's cock. But she knew exactly what to do, she rubbed Jaime's cock with vigorous abandon. Thick protruding veins ran through the cock, Maria let the foreskin slide diligently over the glans, back and forth. "He's about to squirt," Maria murmured nobly, "I can feel exactly that he's rearing up hard and about to squirt!" With a shy sideways glance at her mother, she asked, "Can I let him squirt on my slit?", but her mother just shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Maria quickly lifted her skirt and saw the greedy gleam in Jaime's eyes as she rubbed his thick, dark red glans against her labia, pressing it into her vaginal entrance. She only had to rub him for a few more minutes before Don Jaime squirted in rich, white jets between her labia in her vaginal entrance. The mother was very pleased and said it out loud.

She realized, of course, that her lover was far from finished and sent Maria out to close the door properly behind her. Accustomed to her daughter always carrying out her instructions, she accepted. Maria had first closed the door and then secretly opened it a crack. Maria spied for the first time; she had only now reached the age when she was interested in sex. Her mother now dropped her dress completely, she was a 30‐year‐old with a medium figure, her small pregnant belly curved delicately under her small, full breasts and her black hair fell down to shoulder length. Her wide‐open cunt was still glistening wet from the short fuck before and she spread her labia a few times to prepare herself for the fuck. She pulled Jaime's pants down to his knees and let herself be fucked sitting on the chest. Maria was very excited when the cock penetrated deep into her vagina and then went in and out evenly. Maria watched breathlessly and wondered why her mother was masturbating while being fucked. She had always thought that it was her discovery, her very private secret, to masturbate in secret. The mother triggered her orgasm at the moment Jaime went into the final spurt. Her orgasm subsided very quickly and now she grabbed him by the buttocks and pressed him against herself. Jaime tried to pull his cock out before he squirted, but she pushed it in. "Go ahead and squirt, my love, maybe it'll be twins again!" she gasped jokingly and Maria now had her confirmation. She left the two of them immediately after Don Jaime had finished squirting and pulled his cock out.

The mother was often pregnant, but she never had another living child, most were stillborn or died of their own accord after a few weeks. She only had Maria from her husband and the twins from Don Jaime. Every few months the father came home for a few days, three times a day the old hut shook and rumbled, as he fucked the mother so hard. Meanwhile, Maria sat outside with Don Jaime, who had taught her how to kiss in French manners. They kissed until he couldn't stand it any longer, squirt or fuck. Fucking, Maria decided, and they listened to their parents fucking. Maria did it to Don Jaime a few times with her hand because he wanted it or let herself be fucked between her thighs and squirted into her vaginal entrance, which she actually preferred. And Don Jaime knew very well that he wasn't allowed to take her virginity.

It was originally Maria who had her eye on her mother's lover. She took advantage of his helplessness when the father came home for a few days and, of course, fucked the mother like hell. Don Jaime was heartbroken, but the big brother and his position were untouchable. Maria offered him a handjob, quite innocently, and then not only when the father was displacing the brother, but always when the mother wasn't looking. Maria gave him a handjob whenever the opportunity arose and made the uncle cum in her vaginal entrance every time. She talked him into it because he was the only one she was in love with at the time. She gradually got him to forget the hand job and fuck her between her thighs and cum inside her vaginal entrance as he squirted. Yes, she took her infatuation even further.

She made him, instead of fucking between her thighs, fuck inside her vaginal entrance from the beginning and cum there too. She went one step further, he was the only one allowed to press his glans against the hole in her hymen and squirt deep inside her vagina. No one else was allowed to do that.

"Make me a child, Uncle," she breathed into his ear when he had squirted inside, "Make me a child!" Don Jaime was amazed at her naivety, the little girl hadn't even had her period yet! But he breathed into her ear, "I would love to make you a child, princess," whispered the womanizer, "you just have to let me in properly!" Maria wavered back and forth for days, undecided. Then she made up her mind. "Come on, Mylord, come in with all your might, I want a child!" She spread her legs wide to allow Don Jaime to enter. The mother and her fixation on the cursed hymen could go to hell!

But now one of the first miracles in Mary's life happened. The angels made her hymen rock‐hard and impenetrable. No matter how much he pressed and thrust, the angels held him back with all their might. He pressed as hard as he could, but the hymen was stretched to breaking point, but it did not tear. They were both at a complete loss and crossed themselves, this was the devil's work! From then on, he fucked her so that the hymen stretched to breaking point and squirted through the sufficiently large hole into her vagina.

They cheated on her mother for years without her suspecting a thing. Don Jaime saved up enough semen so that he could squirt on her mother without embarrassment, and Maria reported on her handjobs on the riverbank at irregular intervals, so she didn't need to lie. But when Maria spied on her mother now, she almost died of jealousy. It took her a lot of strength and honesty to admit to herself that she was the real thief. Nevertheless, she often threw herself onto her bed and cried into the pillows.

Maria had a very ambivalent image of her mother. On the one hand, she was deeply religious, prayed a lot and the whole world praised her chastity, her chaste life without scandals and her frequent pregnancies to bear subjects for the Catholic Kings. On the other hand, the mother let herself be fucked by anyone who could pay 3 pieces of silver. The baker and the butcher, the monk and the porter, she really let herself be fucked by anyone. Her heart belonged solely to her father and Don Jaime, not even to Messer Abraham, the silversmith who came once a week and was one of the few who could fuck her to orgasm.

When Maria was 14, she suddenly realized how poorly she and the twins were dressed; they wore the same dirty rags year in, year out. Maria did not discuss this with her mother, she had a new dress made for herself and new breeches for the twins. She also had white linen blouses made for all. She also had a beautiful dress made for her mother. Unseen, she reached into the pot where her mother hid the silver coins. She looked her mother in the eye and justified her decision. The mother was very happy about the new dress and passed over Maria's grasp of her treasure. Maria now made sure that all four of them were always properly dressed. No one called her a rag princess since then.

Once, when her father had left for the army again, Maria heard her mother reply when Don Jaime had asked her, that the father had a big cock like a horse and fucked therefore incredibly well! Maria flinched, because she had never seen her father's cock before and her mind was racing with strange ideas. She had watched a few times as her girlfriends sneaked into the stables and masturbated the horse by hand. The cock was really huge, an arm's length long and didn't get completely hard, but it squirted onto the floor in rich, solid jets. The girls shrieked with pleasure! Maria imagined her father in the same way and suddenly understood why her mother screamed with pleasure when he made the house shake. But sexuality thrives on when tightening the screws more and more. The girlfriends were soon tired of masturbating the horse. One who was the leader of the Amazons, who as a battle group sometimes jumped on the boys on the riverbank and raped them with loud screams, this leader named Avala had decided to let herself be fucked by the stallion named Rodrigo. The announcement alone earned her a lot of sympathy points, what a brave and daring bitch she was! She let her dress slide to the floor and knelt naked under the animal's belly. The two girls, who had masturbated the stallion's cock and he had extended his cock to arm's length, now laboriously stuffed the half‐soft pipe a few centimeters into the girl's fuckhole from behind. The horse turned its head and stared stupidly at the little humans, what did they want from him? Rodrigo wasn't fucking, not a bit, so what was that all about? The girls masturbated him and let him squirt into Avalas cunthole. When they pulled his cock out, his sperm ran out of her cunthole like something. Maria felt sick and threw up on the floor. This version of fucking was interesting for a while, Maria had somehow resigned herself to the fact that everyone found it so insanely daring, that the leader let the stallion squirt inside her cunthole. But the interest waned a little. Now they chased the stallion, who had squirted good‐naturedly into the Amazon's fuckhole, onto a mare. One of them lifted the mare's tail and held it up, they pushed the stallion with his nostrils onto the mare's cleft and his cock immediately reacted. The mare didn't want to fuck and kicked hard backwards, but the stallion wanted it badly. Yes, that was the real thing! He let his cock come out magnificently and jumped onto the mare. The girls stuffed his cock into the mare's cunt and screamed loudly. The stallion did his duty and after a short time the girls screamed: "He's squirting, he's squirting!" Maria watched the spectacle breathlessly, so this was the father jumping on the mother and making the hut shake!

Avala changed her approach some time later, she had been fucked from behind by Rodrigo and she wanted to try out something new. She asked Maria, who was stronger than Luzia, to hold Rodrigo's cock so he wouldn't impale her like yesterday. Luzia hadn't held Rodrigo's cock properly when the stupid guy realized his task and started fucking wildly. Avala saved herself by moving forward, so that he couldn't ram his cock all the way in from behind, but she was fucked like hell! So Alva now fetched a bench and lay down on it with her back, she wanted now to be fucked from the front. Maria and Luzia knelt left and right, Luzia rubbed and readied his cock. Avala put one leg on Luzia's shoulder and the other on Maria's shoulder. Maria guided the cock into Avala's cunthole, a span deep and then held it tightly. The stallion Rodrigo knew what he had to do straight away and fucked Avala hard. Maria held him tight and when she felt Avala's leg begin to tremble, she rubbed Avala's clitoris with the heel of her hand, holding the cock at the same time. Rodrigo squirted and Avala's trembling subsided. Maria and Avala exchanged a look and Avala nodded, she wanted to continue. Maria inserted his cock again, a little deeper now. She paid attention to Avala's leg and rubbed the clitoris with the heel of her hand. Rodrigo squirted again and Avala stretched out her trembling legs, they shivered really hard and then that was it! While the girls now led the stallion to the mare, Avala remained sitting dazed and sad. Tears dripped down her cheeks, which she absentmindedly wiped away. She was completely exhausted and sad, Maria could see that. Maria sat down with her, laid an arm around her shoulders and after a while asked how it has been? Avala replied in a shy whisper, "You know the porter Enrico, the big negro? I sometimes made him fuck with two pieces of silver. He also has a big cock like the stallion, but he fucks me for a very long time, maybe a quarter of an hour, until I have an orgasm, then I let him squirt inside. He fucks best of all, I can tell you that! And Rodrigo, he fucks far too short, he squirts after just a minute, that's too short for me to get an orgasm. If you hadn't rubbed me with the heel of your hand, I wouldn't have had an orgasm." Avala remained silent and after a while Maria asked if she thought it was normal to fuck the stallion? Avala smiled broadly: "Do you think I'd be the only one!?" Maria didn't ask any further, although she would have liked to know who else was getting fucked by the stallion? It went on like this for a long time, Maria made sure that Avala wasn't impaled and reached orgasm on the second or third fuck. At night she whispered her adventures with Avala into Pablo's ear, who got really horny at the idea and cummed wonderfully and hard. She didn't tell anyone else about it, because it was perhaps something very naughty. Avala soon learned not to let herself be impaled and Rodrigo learned that she set the pace with her heels in his flanks. Maria rubbed Avala's clit with her finger and triggered the orgasm at just the right moment when Rodrigo squirted. The girls led Rodrigo through the stable along the row of mares, observing which one he showed interest in, and they also made sure that he jumped on a different mare each day.

Maria, however, stayed with Avala on the bench when Rodrigo was gone and knelt beside her bench. Avala also knew the French Art of kissing and they kissed each other like lovers. Avala loved being masturbated by Maria after fucking Rodrigo, her calves and thighs trembling on the race to orgasm. She stretched her legs wide in orgasm and kissed Maria with gratitude. This went on for a good six months, then Avala was caught letting Rodrigo fuck her. Oh Heaven! The woman crossed herself three times and ran screaming to Avala's mother, who just shrugged her shoulders indifferently. But her brother, who fucked Avala night after night, beat the living daylights out of her and even punched her a black eye. That was the end of the fucking with Rodrigo. Or something like that.

Avala didn't miss the chance to be fucked by Rodrigo every few weeks, only now there were two girls standing guard outside the stables. She was never caught again. Avala didn't need a girl to hold Rodrigo's cock back anymore. She drove Rodrigo on with her heels and let the stallion fuck her really, really hard, she could now control herself very well, how deep the cock was allowed to penetrate her cunt. Most of the time she fucked his cock, she was extremely active and drove the stupid looking Rodrigo on until he got hot and really got going. The girlfriends watched breathlessly as Avala fucked the stallion like a fury, until he got going and fucked the girl like crazy. Maria communicated with her eyes whether she should trigger her orgasm with her finger, but it was mostly not necessary. The girlfriends led Rodrigo to the mares, Avala and Maria left the bench and lay naked in the straw bales. They kissed incessantly in the French way and Maria usually masturbated Avala from orgasm to orgasm, but not very often the other way around. Avala wanted to seduce Maria into licking her clit, but she was truly disgusted by the clitlicking. Mostly she couldn't stop Avala from licking her cunt and clit despite her protests. She was disgusted on the one hand, but on the other she had wonderful, strong orgasms where stars bursted behind her closed eyelids, and buried afterwards her sweating bright‐red face on Avala's breasts in deep shame. They only gave up this afternoon lovemaking hours, when Maria came to the convent. Years later, she met Avala again in a whorehouse. They fell into each other's arms, but the sex no longer worked. One was honestly the Bride of Christ and the other sold herself for a few pieces of silver. Carmen took care of Avala's son while Avala let herself be fucked one by one in the back of the chamber and of course she was enchanted by Avala's fucking. Avala's five‐year‐old son Felipe, who had been fathered by her despicable brother, was a sweet, clever child, who had already memorized hundreds of Latin prayers from Sister Carmen and also a little church Latin, so that he understood the meaning of the prayers. Carmen loved Felipe very much.

These teenage years were increasingly characterized by sexual activity. Every day Maria let herself be fucked between her thighs by the riverbank, she let the better boys squirt into her vaginal entrance, where they were allowed to squirt through the hole that Don Jaime kept drilling. She gave the others a hand job at the end. She masturbated every night and the twins watched her. They got bigger and were allowed to stick their little dicks through the hole in her hymen, but there was no fucking, just squirming and laughing. When they could squirt, they sat on Maria's thighs, one on the left and one on the right, and watched greedily as she masturbated, rubbing their cocks in a race. Maria always had to laugh when one of them managed to squirt on her cunt.

Maria regularly told her mother that she only gave the boys handjobs and concealed the fact that she allowed many of them to fuck and squirt between her thighs. She kept her eyes closed and thought she was being fucked by Don Jaime. She only allowed the boys to touch her labia with their glans and squirt on them while fucking. Very rarely, when she had gotten carried away with fucking her uncle Jaime, one or the other glans slipped into her vaginal entrance to squirt through the hole. But she stubbornly remained a virgin.

At 17, her mother gave her away to the convent.

One of the sisters examined her and confirmed to the Mother Superior that she was virgo intacta, a true virgin. The Mother Superior now let everyone go out and conducted the one‐on‐one interview. The Mother Superior had once been a duchess and had led a very worldly life, with many, even many affairs, and had gone into a convent after the duke's death. Now she wanted to know everything about Maria, she had to tell everything. About playing by the river, the handjobs and the boys who were allowed to squirt between her thighs or through her hole. She didn't mention Don Jaime or her mother at all, but when asked by the Mother Superior she admitted, that she had been lying in the straw with Avala for a year to give her an orgasm with her finger and they kissed like lovers. She looked down bashfully, no, her friend rarely did it to her with her finger, she much preferred to do it to her with her tongue. And no, she continued shamefully, she never licked her girlfriend because it disgusted her. Mother Superior nodded and said, she knew exactly what Maria was talking about. And how often did she do it herself? the old woman asked, giggling. "Every night, Respectable Mother," Maria said meekly, "every night until I'm tired and fall asleep. "Alone?" the old woman asked sternly, and Maria nodded. "Well, the twins sometimes watch me, but you couldn't forbid the little ones to do that." The old woman, whose age Maria couldn't estimate and who must be somewhere between 70 and 100 years old, put her fingertips together. "Masturbating, when you do it yourself, is a sin, it must always be confessed. But I was young myself and I know how intense the desire for sexual relaxation can be. So then, do it secretly and don't talk about it!" The old duchess waited until Maria nodded in agreement. "Our spiritual masters are also men under the cowl, dear Maria, and since you want to become a bride of Christ, I admonish you. Men are men, they will want to fuck you, every single one of them. It's in their blood, so it's forgivable. But resist them, fight them off! What I can allow you to do with a clear conscience is to do it to them with your hand. It's not a sin, it's not shameful and it's enough for the vast majority of the men. I recommend you do that, it's fine by me. But if someone asks too much of you, send him to the devil, or better still, to me. They fear me more than the devil, hihihi!" The wrinkle‐ugly old woman's laughter was so poisonous‐creepy that it sent a cold shiver down Maria's spine.

"Maria, Maria! All the sisters here are called Maria, some with their first name, most with their middle name. That's why I'm giving you a new name, the name you'll go by as a sister from now on: Carmen!" Maria objected that she would only become a sister after two years as a novice, but the Mother Superior brushed the objection aside like an annoying fly. "Novice Carmen, that's right, but then Sister Carmen." The audience was over. "If you have any questions that the others cannot or should not answer, then come to me, Carmen!" Carmen bowed deeply and kissed the old woman's wrinkled hand.

The novice Carmen was deeply religious, she learned hundreds of Latin prayers and a bit of church Latin. During the day she worked diligently in the orchard, in the vegetable and herb gardens. After going to bed, she closed her eyes to worship her heavenly bridegroom and look at his naked body. She wanted to become his bride with all her heart and give herself to him with all her love, letting him and his giant cock fuck her with sweet abandon. These were the most beautiful, fervent fantasies she indulged in while masturbating. In the morning, she got up two hours before the others, knelt in the chapel and held her erotic dialog with her heavenly lover.

Two years later, her training was complete, she solemnly took her vows and threw herself into her duties. Like some of the other sisters, during the day she went to the disreputable taverns and the numerous whorehouses to pray with the whores. She often had to sit on a stool and wait until the whore and the man had finished fucking. She let the beads of the rosary slip through her fingers and watched the fucking with interest. She wasn't allowed to do it herself, but no one had forbidden her to watch. She could usually arrange it so, that she could see the fucking from start to finish. She realized, of course, that the devil would have liked to tempt her to masturbate secretly while watching them, but she stood firm and stuck her tongue out at the mean corrupter. Every whore fucked in her own way, every man in his own way. It was usually a very humiliating way of earning money, but no man dared to betray or beat the girl when she sat there looking stern. These horny images made her fantasize when masturbating at night. She knew she would only give herself to the Lord of Heaven. Night after night she dreamed of how she would give herself to the Lord, more intimately and passionately than any whore she watched fucking. However, she had no idea what the heavenly lord's cock was like, because she had seen hundreds of cocks that were rarely like any other.

Once the man had left the room, she started praying while the girl wiped her pussy with a cloth. Very few of her flock were old, illusionless women who didn't give a shit about praying. Most were young and pretty, outcast wives or young girls without protection or guardians. Most of them masturbated after fucking, because they were normal, natural beings with feelings and sensations who naturally got a little aroused and needed to relax when they fucked. Carmen wasn't at all surprised that some of them masturbated ten or 15 times a day after every fuck. She was good to everyone and like a caring sister, because many needed someone to talk to or to hold the baby when the girl had to earn the money. Sister Carmen was very popular with the whores, it's fair to say.

While still a novice, she was quickly caught up in the Mother Superior's predictions. Without exception, every confessor who came to the convent to hear confessions, every monk and every deacon asked her quietly if she would let him fuck her. She refused with a smile and said kindly that she could only do him by hand, but she was excellent at that. No one tried to force her or became so insolent that she had to threaten him with the Mother Superior. They went into a quiet corner in silence, she took his cock out from under his robe and did it to him. She flipped up her habit and guided his cock into her vaginal entrance to let him squirt in through the hole, they all liked that. If a sister did come by, she would take a quick look at what was happening and moved on. It was nothing special — a novice who had pushed her habit way up, rubbed his cock between her bare thighs and let him squirt into her hole. Carmen wasn't the only one who gave the fathers and fratres handjobs, they all did it.

Once or twice a month, a bishop or another high dignitary came by and stayed a few nights in the convent. The Mother Superior usually assigned Carmen to wait on him, as she knew her secrets. Carmen had learned good manners from her mother and the High Lords, who were mostly members of the nobility and praised her. They usually had a few companions with them, whom the wise Mother Superior assigned to other nuns. Nuns who had nothing against a juicy morning fuck, if the Lords so desired. She only assigned a respectable virgin to the bishop, cardinal or papal envoy. That reflected well on the convent and on herself. And it was clear to her that she could rely on Carmen. Carmen took care of everything during the day together with the bishop's staff, but in the evening she was the last to help him undress and gently wash and oil his body. "Noble sir, may I wash your stiff rooster too?" she asked when he hadn't said anything beforehand. He nodded wearily and she washed his cock conscientiously.

"Take off your robe and lie with me," they all said. She had consulted the Mother Superior the first time, who told her what she could and could not do. Carmen took off her habit and lay naked with the Lord. If they did not yet know each other, she said that she was a bride of Christ and did not want to be fucked. They understood, for they were educated, sensitive gentlemen. A few let themselves be gently embraced and warmed, that was all they wanted. But most of them asked her to do it to them by hand, some even several times in a row. Carmen sat down cross‐legged next to the gentleman to masturbate him. She allowed herself to be caressed and touched all over her body, which was fine. Many grabbed her pussy because it sweetened the squirting. Afterwards, she lay warmly against him and they slept until morning.

The news of the beautiful virgin naturally also reached the Moorish ruler, so the descriptions of the 24‐year‐old aroused the interest of the loin‐lame ruler of all believers (of this province, — but no one dared to say this important addition). The old ruler himself was no longer interested in virgins or women at all, he was more drawn to the handsome boys. But his son, who was gradually taking over the day‐to‐day business, was filled with intense desire. So he ordered the girl to be brought to him. The wiser ones tried in vain to talk him out of this nonsense. There were contracts, regulations and agreements on how to deal with monasteries, nuns and priests. The young man, however, was stubborn, headstrong and nefarious. He could have any girl in the taif, which was the province, but he only wanted her now.

The Mother Superior received the ministers, as they had left the armed escort outside, as prescribed. She shook her head in the negative, that was not possible. The ministers left again. They came twice more; the crown prince had sent them back again with the wildest insults. Carmen sat silently in the background because the Mother Superior wouldn't let her speak, only listen.

One of the ministers, however, was a traitor beyond compare. He took the crown prince aside, he had seen Carmen with his own eyes and described her beauty in the highest terms. The crown prince shouted at the unsuccessful ministers and yanked them by their hair and beards. He had his most beautiful horse saddled and rode the second most beautiful himself. He rode into the monastery courtyard with 50 bodyguards. He didn't care that this was already an outrage. Spurs clanking and fully armed, he trudged to the matron, the Mother Superior. She turned pale.

Carmen had seen all this, quickly put on her most beautiful frock and fixed her hair, then she entered the reception hall. The crown prince jumped up and offered her the highest obeisance. The Mother Superior and he palavered for almost an hour, but the Mother Superior did not give an inch, contracts, agreements, arrangements. The prince lost his composure. He threatened to raze the monastery to the ground, he shouted. In the terrible silence, Carmen stood up, ignoring the ban on speaking. "If she were allowed to serve the young gentleman like a cardinal, a bishop or a papal envoy with humility and honor, she would go with the gentleman. It was not necessary to threaten everyone with destruction and scare them to death!" The prince bowed low again despite the rebuke and Carmen looked at the mother superior. The duchess realized how cleverly Carmen had defused the situation. It was at least a gain of time, so that she could send messengers to the Spanish army. She had the crown prince solemnly declare that he would treat the maiden Carmen as a noble lady and return her unharmed the following day. She had immediately realized that it would be a good exchange for everyone if Carmen became his bride and not Christ's. She immediately had lots of good ideas about how she could proceed with the courtship and what she could wrest from the Moor. So the Mother Superior agreed and Carmen went out like a queen in the midst of the bodyguards. She had never been on a horse before, but the clever animal took the lead and brought her gently and good‐naturedly to the palace of Bahomet.

Prince Bahomet knew how to deal with ladies, he had food and drink served, musicians and dancers did their best. Even his illustrious father came shuffling up tiredly, inspected Carmen from top to bottom with myopic eyes, examined her as if at a horse market and then praised her beauty. Prince Bahomet blushed with joy and thanked Mr. Papa. He sent everyone away, saying it was time to go to bed. He escorted Carmen to her room. The moment that decided his and Carmen's fate really only lasted a moment.

Carmen had been thinking all evening about whether she should accept his courtship. It would be a huge step up, even as a concubine she could keep the impetuous lad in line a little. The fact that she would no longer be able to go to her friends, the young whores, saddened her greatly, but it was not an unreasonable price to pay. However, the betrayal of Jesus Christ himself weighed most heavily. She had sworn an oath and was well on her way to breaking it. She knew that it was possible to remain a Christian among the Moors, that was well known. But she could no longer remain a virgin, she was aware of that too. The prince would penetrate her with his cock and impregnate her, just as Don Jaime penetrated her mother day after day and impregnated her continuously. Was that what she wanted? Or to wait chastely for Christ to penetrate her? The very fact that she was considering all this in her mind spoke against Christ. Being a princess, that was something! She would order Don Jaime over, he would have to unpack his cock and he would have to fuck her all night long, the dear sweet guy!

The moment had arrived. The prince kissed her gracefully on both cheeks and asked her to drop her dress. Carmen had undressed in the presence of so many cardinals and bishops that it was easy for her. The Mother Superior had expressly permitted it, indeed, she would lie down naked with the prince and do it with her hand. The prince took three steps back and looked at the beautiful naked woman. He stepped forward, he stepped back and admired the girl. A torch began to blaze and she saw the suffering face of Christ in the flames. He looked at her with unspeakable sadness, for the prince had opened his breeches and approached Carmen with a stiff cock, pressing his cock between her thighs, directly on her labia. Christ looked even sadder. She was about to betray her eternal master!

Now the moment had arrived!

Did she do it herself or did Christ guide her hand? She suddenly had the prince's sharp dagger in her hand and cut into his face, across his cheek. He cried out, the two bodyguards wrestled her down and snatched the dagger from her.

The moment was over.

Blood trickled from between the prince's fingers. He shouted for the guard to lock her in her room and ran off to the surgeon. Carmen, still naked, sat on the bed and cried until morning. The two angels in her heart wrestled with each other. One praised her steadfastness in keeping her oath, her love for the Lord Christ. The other, however, had only contempt and curses for her. No glittering career as a princess, no beautiful shagging with Don Jaime and no blond children from him, no help for her enslaved people. The prince would rage and murder the Spaniards because he would have the disfiguring scar on his face for life and it would break open, bleed and hurt every time he approached a girl in love. Carmen wept bitterly, because both angels were right, she had won and lost at the same time. The two guards outside the open door kept looking at her, not to admire her nakedness or beauty, but because they had never seen anyone cry and weep so bitterly and desperately.

At dawn she was brought food and drink, which calmed her down to some extent. She was almost certain that she had Christ to choose. The sun was already approaching noon when she was brought a simple dress and led down to the throne room. Prince Bahomet, with a plaster on his cheek, and his father presided, thirty courtiers and maidens seated beside them. The crown prince said that an assault on the ruler could only be punished by death. The father raised his hand. What did she have to say to that?

Carmen knew crystal clear that it was now a matter of life and death. "First of all," she began her defense, "first of all, I didn't attack the ruler, only his dishonorable son." She paused to read the faces of her judges. The father nodded approvingly, the prince threatened to burst with rage. "Secondly," she continued quickly, "Prince Bahomet swore to my Mother Superior that he would treat me like a lady and bring me back unharmed. He treated me like a harlot and threatened to do me violence. He broke his oath!" Carmen didn't know where this thought had come from, it was a miracle. The prince was fuming with rage when his father asked if he had sworn? The prince tried to put water under his keel. "It wasn't an oath, just a promise. That is true. I didn't want to do violence to Carmen, I was in love and just wanted to fuck her. That's the whole point of being in love, isn't it!?"

The ruler, and that's what his father was, thought for a long time. He was dazzled by Carmen's beauty, which the dress treacherously revealed, and impressed that she defended herself with reason. "An assault on Us is indeed punishable by death. You have not hurt Me, but you have hurt my beloved son. You have injured him, his blood has flowed. So I order him to hurt you, your blood shall flow too. I order him to take you, here in front of Our court. Moreover, you will be pegged in the town square for three days and two nights, where anyone can fuck you with impunity. Only then will you be sent home." The ruler leaned back and stroked the thighs of the virgins sitting to his left and right. An oppressive silence followed, only the slaves bringing in the goat could be heard. The goat was there for the condemned man to be tied over it and whipped. It was like a high stool with four wooden legs and a leather‐covered seat. Carmen was placed on it and bound so that her ass was high in the air.

Carmen clenched her teeth. She closed her eyes and looked to the Lord Christ. "I wish you would have done it yourself, Lord Christ, but I defer to your counsel to leave it to this pompous scumbag. I love you with every breath and will remain your bride forever!" Christ smiled and fell silent.

Now the first miracle occurred, and Carmen was the only one who knew about it. Prince Bahomet had stepped behind her and rammed his cock into Carmen's vagina. She felt nothing, no painful tearing of the hymen. It was simply no longer there. Bahomet was able to fuck her and he did so to his heart's content, because Carmen's angels had injected it into him. The angels had to blow magic lovemaking powder into Bahomet's and Carmen's eyes. One of the angels sneezed and a load of the powder went into the eye of a virgin sitting next to the old ruler. Carmen thought long and hard about this miracle of the hymen. Had she not been paying attention on the riverbank? Or had she let a monk or friar penetrate too deeply during the handjob? Had Don Jaime managed to deflower her at some point? Or Pablo? She couldn't make any sense of it and didn't have time to think about it any more. Because her body, her vagina and her clit responded wonderfully to Bahomet's fucking. He fucked her for a good 20 minutes and an angel aroused her so much that she flew from orgasm to orgasm with soft screams and cooing moans. Bahomet, the ruler of all the believers (in this province) and the entire court listened to her lovemaking delightfully. The old ruler looked in amazement at the virgin next to him, who seemed to be having one orgasm after another like Carmen. The girl pressed her body against her master and ruler, her abdomen quivered and trembled to the rhythm of Bahomet's fucking. The old man pressed the 13‐year‐old against himself, stroked her soothingly and murmured, "Come into my chamber tonight, I'll make you a real woman tonight!" The girl smiled sweetly and kissed her ruler's bearded cheek. But she kept on orgasming until Bahomet stopped fucking.

Then Bahomet could no longer hold back the squirting and squirted jet after jet deep inside. He pulled his cock out, but the angel didn't let him go. He was stiff again only after seconds and, pushed forward by angelic force, penetrated Carmen's vagina again and fucked her once more. Carmen looked with closed eyes at the Lord Christ, who was now smiling broadly at her. A warm joy filled her heart, for it was His will and she was grateful for it. Bahomet, athletic and young, blessed with a strong man's cock, fucked Carmen, who was moaning and whooping in orgasm, for more than half an hour and then squirted powerfully into her vagina. He staggered back three steps, he had used up all his strength and sank backwards, where the bodyguard caught him.

The second and third miracles happened one after the other. Carmen's leather shackles fell to the ground, as if cut by a sharp blade. Carmen stood up and called out in Arabic: "My noble prince, you have just impregnated me, I can feel it! If you were really of noble character, you would take me as your wife and see your son grow up! I know for sure that it will be a son as big and strong as you are! But I must fear that you are not of such noble character!" Carmen was just as astonished as the court, the ruler of all believers (in this province) and the crown prince Bahomet. They knew all too well that Carmen could only speak Spanish and a little church Latin. But not Arabic. Definitely not.

Bahomet blushed deeply and pulled up his pants, he couldn't say anything, indeed, he remained mute for three days. He could no longer take back his orders, the viciousness of which came crashing down on his soul like rocks. In the dismayed silence, only the slaves could be heard carrying the goat out into the square. Carmen followed them willingly, heading towards the second part of her punishment. Bahomet looked desperately to his father to let it go, but the angel shut his mouth. The father wouldn't think of revoking his sentence. That was impossible! What ruler would revoke his judgment!?

Carmen was tied to the trestle, an arm to the left and right, a leg to the left and right. Her ass stretched high into the air, her cleft open for all to see. As was customary, a whole jug of wine was poured into her, because the intoxicated woman did not faint and suffered the punishment while conscious. The Moors carried out this punishment quite frequently, as for many men it was the only opportunity to fuck a woman. Malicious Spanish rumors said that some Moorish women were caught doing something on purpose in order to be fucked in public by the fellows for a whole day. The punishment usually only lasted a day.

Carmen was quite drunk and stayed that way the whole time as the ruler kept sending a jug of wine after the other. Carmen had never been intoxicated before, but now she felt light as a feather and strangely exhilarated. Not a single Spaniard, not a single inhabitant of Toledo, came forward to fuck Carmen. The ruler shouted angrily that his orders had to be carried out! It was many minutes before a Moor stepped up behind Carmen. He was not particularly strong in the loins, he squirted quickly and hastily and the ruler shouted at his subjects. The Moorish men ducked their heads and obeyed. One followed the other and now Carmen was in heat. Everyone heard her lust, her orgasms and her loud prayers to Christ, her Lord. One by one, they fucked Carmen until midday, through the afternoon and deep into the night, until the ruler went to bed.

Every hour, one compassionate woman or another brought a bowl of strong wine to quench her thirst in the sweltering heat and intoxicate her. Carmen slurred her thanks, because that was how she endured the incessant fucking. She enjoyed the constant orgasms, laughing and crying, shouting her Latin prayers all over the square until she was hoarse. The sun was setting, the people had gone home and finally she could piss, all the wine and the men's semen. She rutted like a horse in a wide stream, laughing and farting loudly. She was alone with the kind moon. A friendly Moor lady, who was not afraid of the ruler, walked past the guards and brought her flatbread, fruit and a jug of wine. She patiently fed Carmen and spoke to her in Arabic. Of course, Carmen didn't understand a single word. The woman told her that her poor husband's cock had been paralyzed and incapacitated for years. But the neighbors had dragged him along and suddenly he could fuck again! He had fucked her, Carmen, a second time and she had gone home with him and they had fucked twice, like newlyweds in love. She now brought her dinner because she was so grateful for her husband's healing. Carmen drank the whole jug of wine and the moon doubled itself. When the woman had left, one of the guards bent down to her and translated what the Arab woman had said.

Some more men came in the darkness, so as not to be seen in daylight. When the last one had gone, the guards poured her another jug of the ruler's wine and she looked up at the moon, which shared the night sky with a twin. "The moon has a twin too," the drunkard slurred and burst into tears. She remembered her blonde twins. She did the math. At 12, she was allowed to rub Don Jaime on her mother's behalf for the first time and have him squirt on her labia. At 14 she taught Master Jaime to fuck her without him being able to penetrate the hardened hymen. From 16 on she let one twin, his name was Pablo, fuck her properly. The other one, the... what was his name? the other one was a rough lump at heart. Of course he tried to fuck Maria first, but he failed like Don Jaime because of the rock‐hard hymen. He turned Maria onto her stomach and fucked her in the asshole. There, no hymen could stop him and he didn't really care which hole he fucked. He was known for his assaults on the riverbank, Maria had seen it herself several times. He waited until a boy mounted a girl. Then he jumped on the fucking boy from behind and fucked him in the asshole. This usually made the boy squirt immediately. Now he pushed the useless boy aside and fucked the terrified girl with a broad triumphant grin. But his twin Pablo was completely different. He lay down very close to Maria and masturbated with her at the same time. When she turned 16, she thought they could try fucking. Don Jaime had already enlarged the hole in her hymen quite a bit and Pablo's cock would fit through it if they were careful. Pablo's cock was thin as a pencil at first, it went all the way in and so Pablo was the first man to fuck Maria. He embraced Maria and fucked very, very carefully and slowly. His cock swelled and Maria breathed, "Make me a baby, my love!" and Pablo nodded eagerly, he wanted to do that! He was very careful and placed his head on Maria's small breasts, he licked the nipples and fucked slowly and cautiously. Whe he felt it rise, he stopped fucking and closed his eyes in passion. They waited both for him squirting inside very finely. He listened to himself, tensed up mightily and squirted, again and again he tensed and squirted inside. He waited until his cock had swelled down again and carefully pulled it out. Maria enjoyed it like a frenzy when she felt the throbbing cock inside her and every single jet that he shot into her. She let him fuck her every night because she could masturbate at the same time. He had once whispered how wonderful he could feel her orgasm with his cock. Unfortunately, it only lasted a year, then Maria went to the convent. Carmen looked up at the twin moons again and laughed softly, then she sank down on the trestle and slept until morning.

In the morning, the ministers came out of the castle and shouted loudly that the punishment was continuing, the ruler had ordered it! The women and men surrounded Carmen, who was now fucked by one after the other from sunrise to sunset. Carmen staggered from orgasm to orgasm, intoxicated by the thirst‐quenching wine. She kept her eyes closed and watched her eternal master, her voice soon lost and she whispered the Latin prayers without ceasing. When the moon had risen and everyone had gone home, a man came in the darkness, whispered with the guards and approached her. She recognized him immediately, Messer Zacharias, an Italian.

"Come on, Messer Zacharias, come on and fuck me like everyone else!" Carmen called out softly. But Zacharias shook his head and unwrapped his bundle. "I don't have the courage to untie you, Donna. I fear the Arab's wrath. But I have brought wine, flatbread and ham, I will have to feed you." And so it happened. An Italian Hebrew who compassionately fed a Spanish woman who had been punished and humiliated by an Arab. Carmen ate heartily, drank the whole jug of wine to the brim and thanked the Italian. He left again and she sank into a deep sleep. Dreaming of Don Jaime, she thought she was being fucked by him, but it was only the two guards who were using the cover of darkness to fuck Carmen. Half drunken dreaming, she whispered, "Don Jaime, you may fuck me again, because I haven't had the twitching yet!" The two guards, neither of whom was called Jaime, were delighted by her whimsical mumblings and egged her on to fuck her again and again. Finally, finally, the intoxicated dreamer got her orgasms. Only at dawn were the guards so exhausted that they could barely stand guard.

Carmen welcomed the first men with loud prayers, the sun rose and she saw her eternal bridegroom looking benevolently at her orgasms. It warmed her heart and she gave herself willingly, although her circulation was almost failing from exhaustion. She was really exhausted, she prayed for the strength that was gradually draining from her body. "Before sundown," Bahomet had ordered his Black Guard, "before sundown!" Bahomet had negotiated the punishment with his father before the trial and then given the terrible order to the Black Guard. Now Bahomet lay silently crying, his face buried in the pillows, unable to revoke the order.

The Black Guard chased the people apart, but some still watched behind the huts to see what was going on in the village square, including the Mother Superior's spies. The guardsmen fucked Carmen, one after the other, and she prayed from orgasm to orgasm. She was exhausted to death, but the guardsmen fucked her relentlessly. She fainted several times, picked herself up again and continued to orgasm. She looked between her legs and the guardsman's legs at the setting sun. She really saw him, her eternal bridegroom, who was now surrounded by a choir of angels. Her heart overflowed with love, she had never had such an intense orgasm, she screamed her soul out, the soul that now flew up to her groom. She screamed and screamed in this last, wonderful and very last orgasm until her heart gave out, because now her groom dropped his glistening tunic and she saw him, saw his glory. He welcomed her with open arms.

The head of the Black Guard stomped into Bahomet's chamber. He stood at attention and shouted, "We fucked the Christian dead, as ordered, my Lord!" Bahomet looked up, glaring at his guardsman as if he wanted to kill him. He found his voice again at that moment. He let out a scream, such a bloodcurdling scream that the fearless guardsman took three steps back. The scream echoed throughout the castle and out into the town square, where Carmen had been laid on the ground next to the wooden goat. Carmen, still smiling in death, as if she had seen paradise.

Carmen's body was washed in the convent, dressed in beautiful clothes and buried in the convent graveyard. The Mother Superior listened very carefully to the three spies, for they had interrupted her in the middle of her masturbation and what they reported was worth its weight in gold. She sat naked on her bed, the spies reported and could not tear their gaze away from her nakedness. She was terribly skinny, her wrinkled, ugly breasts sagged sadly and her half open cleft shone wet and was obviously rubbed red. She played with her clitoris as unselfconsciously as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The spies reported what they found out from the bodyguards, sometimes Carmen had stabbed him even before Bahomet's cock touched her, sometimes he had already penetrated her cunt when she cut his face deeply. Perhaps the cut was so deep that Bahomet couldn't speak for three days. All three of them were present at the court session and witnessed Carmen being fucked for hours by Bahomet. Of course they understood Arabic and testified that Carmen had called out screaming in Arabic. The mother superior shook her head, unheard of, the child definitely didn't speak Arabic! But that was the way it was, all three assured her, and then Carmen was tied to the goat in the town's central square. No honest Spaniard had a go at her, although several hundreds of Toledo residents, men and women, surrounded the girl. But the Moors obeyed their ruler, as did most of the soldiers. The three of them stayed near Carmen day and night to report every word. There was a rumor that Bahomet threw on a beggar's cloak and went out to Carmen to fuck her incognito, and that Carmen prayed in Arabic, when he fucked her, but none of it was true. One of the spies sneaked into the palace to Bahomet's chamber. He had been in his chamber all night, his father had sent him the 13‐year‐old girl. He had to obey his father's orders, he deflowered the crying child and fucked her intermittently until dawn, then they fell asleep. The spies were very quiet as they reported how the Black Guardsmen fucked poor Carmen to death. They told how her face had shone with happiness, as if she had seen paradise at the moment of death. The spies remained silent, they had reported everything.

The Mother Superior had been playing with her clit and rubbing it vigorously all hour, now the exciting story was over and she bent over and rubbed her reddish and stiff clit so vigorously, that her thin calves trembled. She stopped abruptly and asked with a mischievous grin if they wouldn't like to fuck her? They answered in the affirmative far too quickly and regretted it, because the old duchess had lost all her charms, damn it! They had to bite the bullet and fuck the old woman, one after the other. Due to her age, her vagina had shrunk and was as tight as a little girl's. The men penetrated quickly and she let out a loud wail as it almost tore her cunthole apart. Then she urged the young men on like a coachman, shouting obscenities and screaming to them to fuck her hard! She ordered the waiting man to rub his cock hard so that he could continue without interruption. She urged him to fuck her hard, using the most obscene, filthy language, until she had been fucked a dozen times and finally had a really hard and violent orgasm, her skinny body trembled and shook like crazy. She cursed and gave a handjob to the next guy who was already getting ready to fuck her. Then the three guys stood in front of her bed with their cocks hanging out, their tapered foreskins trembling because they simply couldn't take any more. She mumbled that she hadn't been fucked so well for months and gave each of them two gold coins. The boys knew, that she had a lot of spies and they had sometimes to fuck the old Lady, but she never gave more than one gold coin for a good fuck or one silver coin when he couldn't fuck her.

The Mother Superior faithfully wrote Carmen's tale of the suffering on 16 sheets of expensive China paper and sent it to the bishop. He sent the original to the Cardinal of Salamanca, who personally handed it over to Pope Benedict IX. He also brought with him the reports of miracles that had taken place in Carmen's name. The Pope was particularly impressed by the miracle that had happened to Spanish fishermen and sailors. They were pursued by a fleet of Arab, Turkish and North African pirates and prayed in fear of death. A terrifying storm arose and threw all the pirate ships onto the Libyan coast, but gently carried the Spaniards to their home shores. The Pope was thrilled! He ordered a pompous feast day, July 16. He included Carmen in the canon of martyrs at the solemn morning mass, beatified her at the midday service and the canonization took place at the evening service. Pope Benedict then solemnly proclaimed St. Carmen the patron saint of sailors. However, her story of suffering was passed on orally and many whores and chaste virgins venerated Carmen as if she were also their patron saint.

But Benedict locked the Mother Superior's document away in the papal archives, because the Mother Superior had reported the last three days of Carmen on more than 16 handwritten pages and the Mother Superior's clear, worldly and unfortunately also obscene language could incite fornication.

Bahomet, however, died at the age of 97, one year before his most fiercely and bitterly fought opponent, El Cid.

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