Arne keeps his face straight, as he walks to the women, but made no motion for Ghoa to release the baroness. "The only one who decides if my subordinate needs whipping is me." He said in a harsh tone. A discipline needed to be kept, and the whip was a good way to remind some of his subordinate their place - usually when he had them tied and was fucking them. "Elevated noble, baroness Du Allac." He corrected her. "Don't think your past is unknown to the inquisition." He reached to the woman and grabbed her chin. Oh, he would enjoy fucking her. The question was, would she end up in the dungeon along with others, or will she submit after some... persuasion. Originally, she was not one of his targets. Maybe he could convince her that he was only one keeping her from the gallows and she would have to do everything that was in her power to keep him in his good mood. Whatever the case, he would have both her pussy and her riches. Whether she would survive this encounter, was up to her. "I would watch your words, baroness. Ghoa is a loyal servant of inquisition and has brought many heretics to their doom." He said in intimidating voice, towering over the woman. "The question is, what she holds now, is it the heretic, or poor lost soul." He asked in a deep voice.
Mszczuj leave the bath too and dry himself faster than Eva. "But one more thing. You won't dress yourself, only wrap towel around your body. I will help you sneaking to no one will noticed you." He said to her in seduce tone as he get dressed.
Elisa pulls away from his touch, continuing to shoot angry looks, but when she opens her mouth to speak, Arne notices that she's less defiant, fear having crept into her demeanor as she starts to winder if she's not as untouchable as she thought. "I-I'm no heretic. I'm a good catholic. Have her unhand me, I'm a friend of the duchess herself." Sensing that righteous outrage won't help her, she asks again. "Have her release me...please. I assure you, there's no heresy in my heart."
Mszczuj gareth all Eva clothes to bag and give her towel, enough to cover her breast and lower part but nothing more. "Here, stay after me in shadows." He said tease her check.
"And yet your claim of being a friend with the duchess speaks against you." Arne speaks. There was little meaning in hiding the fact that the duchess was sone going to fall - all of the woman's political support was broken and her military support gone. She would soon fall. "But, I believe you. I believe that you were lead astray." He nods at Ghoa to release the baroness. Maybe he could have her confess, that a good duchess has seduced her. Older woman taking advantage of her younger fellow, using her station... Heh. "Follow me." he says to her as he leads her to his office. He sits down on his chair, leaving the baroness to stand in front of his desk - but a small power play, but giving the woman even more signs just how screwed she was. "Now, baroness, what brings you to me?"
Ghoa lets go, and returns to guarding the door, confident that the petite baroness is not a danger to her master. Elisa walks inside, and, to Arne's satisfaction, remains standing in front of his desk, like a subordinate. There's a little confidence left in her demeanor, but Arne can tell that by taking control of the situation he's robbed her of most of her prior haughtiness. "M-My husband. He's a good Christian, and a loyal follower of the king. I dema-, I request that you release him. He's done nothing wrong." The door reopens behind her, and Vaclav peeks his head in. Knowing that Arne doesn't like being interrupted, the Bohemian simply nods. They've worked together long enough for Arne to realise that this means that the apprehension of Elise's brother was successful, though Elise herself has no idea of this yet. Vaclav closes the door silently, Elise never even noticing his presence, as the baroness continues. "Please, we're loyal subjects of his majesty, and good Catholics. I'm sure this talk that the Duchess is preparing a rebellion is just talk. Even if it isn't, we have no part in such schemes."
Arne listens to the baroness, still projecting a strict image. "You say that, but we have found damning evidence of your husbands part in support of the rebels. The books in which he supported 20 000 groszy to the rebels' cause. We have found his corresponded with Count De Verley, one of the leaders of rebellion as well as his own letters in which he called to arms against the king. No baroness, your husband will have his head cut off for treason. Take solace, that you will continue as a regent in the name of your daughter." He crashed any notion of freeing her husband, at the same time giving her hope of still being able to continue as a noble. "But... I had my doubts about you, my baroness. So I send my men to investigate you - imagine my surprise when they found out that your brother is Waldensian. Your husband, a rebel, your brother a heretic. That puts the question of your loyalty to the mother church..." Arne drummed his index finger against the desk. "To tell you the truth, I'm tempted to send you to dungeons, to have your faith tested."
Elise goes wide eyed at the revelations about her husband. Either she legitimately didn't know, or she's a fantastic actress. The implications begin to dawn on her, and Arne sees her begin to tear up. Evidently, she loved her husband, despite the age difference. She gasps as he denounces her brother. "No, he... That can't be true! He's... We were raised as proper catholics!" Elise realises what the consequences could be for her, and looks at Arne. "No, I-I beg you, you needn't take me to the dungeons. I'm sorry, I was sinful, I committed the sin of pride when I dealt with you before, your grace, but I'm no heretic." Arne notices that this is the first time she's adressed him by his proper title of "your grace." Before, she called him "inquisitor", normally accompanied with a sneer.
Arne grinned internally. It looked that he had her. "Oh, sinned you have, and you shall be punished for it..." He paused, allowing her to think that she was done for, before throwing her a rope. "But I believe that you can still be saved if you repent." He leaned back and put his hands on his stomach. "Now, baroness, confess your sins, leave out nothing... and then tell me all duchess' wicked ways and reasons. I heard that she is very intimate with her maids and fellow female friends - usually during what she calls, tea time. I know that you have been her guest many times... Now tell me of those sinful ways of hers, confess and I shall be gentle in judging you." 'Now,' Arne wondered. 'will you trow your friend to the wolves to save yourself. Or will I have to take you to the dungeons...' Truly, Arne had no doubt what she would do - fear for herself and her daughter would be enough for her to make the choice he wanted of her.
Elise falls to her knees, as though they no longer had the strength to hold her up. Her face is pale with fear, and, shame written on her face, she begins to confess. "I-I have been prideful. I treated you, a servant of the church, with contempt, because I thought I was better than you. I realise now that I was wrong. I tolerated my brother's heresy, not telling a member of the clergy, as I should have. I have...lain with others beside my husband, and been lustful." She gulps. "The duchess... You are right. She enjoys other women during what she calls tea time. She orders us t-to strip naked, and play with each other. Sometimes she'd have herself tied up and used by various servants, both male and female. She delighted in having her, um, rear...used." She looks at him. "I've told you what I know. Please be merciful."
"Yes, I noticed as you hurled one insult after the other, at my person - and the authority I hold - it's as if you insulted the church herself." He snarled. The confession surprised Arne a little - after all, he only wanted a piece of information on duchess and the baroness supplied so much more. Was she overeager, or was there some truth in her words, he wondered. "So, you have sinned and sinned with the duchess." Arne held his hand to stop Elise from speaking. "Don't try to deny it, it's useless." Arne got up and walked in front of the baroness and grabbed her by the chin. "Before I judge you, you have to show me that the duchess' way hold no power over you, that you do not devote yourself to the path of Lesbo." He moved his hand from her chin, into her cleavage. "I hope you shall not fail that test." He said in a strict voice, waiting for woman to take action.
He sees her mind debating what to do, before she bows her head in shame, realising that she no longer has any power in this situation. "I will do whatever is required, your grace." He feels her gasp as he gropes her breasts.
Arne shook his head disappointed - he hoped she would show more initiative. Oh well. "Strip." He ordered her and walked up to his desk and sat on the chair. "First use your mouth, to put me in the mood, then use that pussy of yours to pleasure me." He ordered her.
Mszczuj turn around to her and smile. "How are you feeling? Cold stone under your bare feet, treat of getting capture by stranger?" " He want to see bushing On her face, maybe some kind of embrassed or horny, as they walk corridoor with figures of human size, showing saints and heroes.
"I-uh", she nods, hands moing to her shoulders. She shrugs of her dress, standing to let it pool to the ground at her feet, revealing her pert, medium sized breasts, and turns around to show her round ass, which she assumes he wants to see. She approaches him nervously, before an idea comes to her head and she drops to all fours, crawling along the tavern floor. She pulls down his breeches, gulping as she sees the size of his cock. "P-Please, be gentle. It's so much bigger than my husband's, or the stable master's. I haven't had one this size before." To encourage his good will, she plants a kiss along his cockhead, before her tongue swirls around it lustfully, and she begins to lick his cock with not unsubstantial skill.
'If you think it's for the best,' Angelo nodded, 'But please don't underestimate him.' Angelo thought it would be good to practice treating Marguerite like his superior, not his friend or lover, before the man arrived. He bowed to her, 'I'll take my leave then, Inquisitor. Send for me if you need anything.' The young monk entered the castle, not quite sure what he wanted to do. Maybe look for Sarva? Maybe wash up after practice? He wasn't sure.
She rolls her eyes again, but he can see her blush. "C'mon, let's just get to the room already, you Christian pervert."
She nods as he leaves. As Angelo wanders the halls of the castle, he hears a bump, coming from Lady Miroslava's room.
