The bolt clunked and Olivia tumbled through the tiny oak door and into Vita's arms.
'Olivia - what have they done to you?' Vita asked with genuine concern.
Olivia smiled. 'Don't worry. The Mistress decided to beat me for being absent without permission, and then Sister Lupa very kindly gave me a going away present.'
Vita looked shocked. 'She knows?'
'No, of course not,' Olivia reassured, and then added with a glint in her eye, 'But she soon will.'
'Are you able enough to do what needs to be done this night?'
'What do you think, Vita? Nothing will stand between us and freedom.'
They were back in the safe warmth of Vita's room. She wore nothing more than a nightgown. Muffled sounds from through the walls suggested that other nuns were stirring in readiness to receive their male customers.
'What now?' asked Olivia.
'We have a little while to wait. I have arranged for a customer to visit us.'
'Why?' Olivia was shocked.
'You'll see soon enough.' It was Vita's turn to reassure. 'Be still - he is a good man. A little simple - but a good man.'
She went to the window and peered through the shutters. Night had fallen. 'Let us prepare as much as we are able,' she said, going to her only cabinet.
She moved it a few feet with her shoulder, stopped to make sure the noise had not alerted anyone, and then dropped onto all fours and lifted a couple of loose floorboards. Olivia watched agog as a bundle and a pair of boots were retrieved from the secret hiding-place and tossed onto the bed.
'Get dressed,' Vita told her as she unwrapped the bundle and handed her a shirt and a pair of breeches. There was also a coat, which she laid on the table. Olivia loved the excitement, and hastily tore off her habit. She slipped into the breeches and picked up the shirt.
'Just a minute,' said Vita, ripping a strip off her bed-sheet. 'Wrap this tightly around your bosom.' She looked at the topless beauty. It seemed such a shame to cover them, but there would be plenty of time to appreciate her attributes later. As she opened the door slightly and peered down the landing Olivia bound herself - with some difficulty, such were her generous proportions - and completed her costume. The boots were old and far too large, but she slipped her feet into them nonetheless.
'I'm ready,' she beamed.
Vita turned and smiled at her. 'Not quite - put your hair up,' and she took a wide-brimmed hat from the bundle and planted it firmly atop Olivia's adorable head. 'Now you are ready,' she announced with satisfaction. She checked the shirt and the breeches. 'A little oversized,' she decided, 'but they'll do until we can find something more suitable.'
'What will you wear?' asked Olivia, but before Vita could answer there started from the next room the churning of bedsprings and harsh grunts. 'The customers are arriving - he'll be here soon.'
At that precise moment there was a quiet tap on the door. Vita opened it quickly and a man slipped into the room. He wasn't a large man, about the same size as Vita, and Olivia didn't quite like the look of him. He was dressed in a similar fashion to herself, complete with floppy hat. As Vita checked the landing again and closed the door the man spied Olivia, sucked his one tooth, and scratched the stubble on his chin. If this was her best customer, Olivia couldn't imagine what her worst must be like!
'So...' the man said to Vita whilst studying Olivia from head to toe and back to head. 'You still be leavin' us tonight.'
'Of course.'
'Is this be the one who's goin' wiv you?'
'Yes Barnaby, this is Olivia,' answered Vita... a little anxiously, Olivia noticed curiously. She decided the imminent escape must be making her nervous.
Barnaby scratched his stubble all the more and stepped close to Olivia. 'Take yer 'at off,' he said suddenly. Olivia looked to Vita and saw in her eyes that for some reason she must obey. She removed the hat and her glorious hair tumbled back down around her shoulders. He squinted at her, and suddenly reached out and gripped where her breasts were strapped and hidden beneath the capacious shirt.
'Oh,' Olivia squealed, a little taken aback by this unexpected move. She stood still and allowed him to assess her restricted contours, although she wasn't sure why she did allow him such a liberty.
'Right,' Barnaby eventually said over his shoulder, 'she do.'
Vita looked greatly relieved. Olivia suspected something was afoot. 'What's going on, Vita?'
'Barnaby has heard all about you,' Vita shuffled uncomfortably. 'He'll help us escape... but he wants something in return.'
'And what might that something be?' asked Olivia, expecting the worst.
'You. He wants you.'
'No Vita,' Olivia shook her head.
'But you must - he's our only chance.'
'We must go now,' urged Olivia, 'before we're all discovered.'
'We have time,' Vita argued. 'It would be best to wait until later - to wait until most of the castle is asleep.'
Olivia sighed. She knew she had little choice at this late stage. And she still desperately wanted to escape. 'You should have told me the whole deal, Vita. This isn't fair.'
Vita looked a little sheepish. 'I'm sorry, Olivia. I didn't know what to do.'
'Why did you have me dress in these clothes,' she asked, 'if you knew I would just as quickly have to take them off again?'
'Just in case something went wrong and we had to make a hasty exit.'
Olivia was beginning to wish something had gone wrong. She placed the hat on the table, sat on the bed, and began to unbutton her shirt. She looked up at the man, who stood watching her hungrily but without moving. 'Are you not going to make yourself a little more comfortable, Barnaby?' she said as pleasantly as she could.
He started to open his breeches and kicked off his boots. 'Aye. But me coat, an' shirt, an' me 'at, stays on - until I'se bin paid.'
As soon as he was naked from the waist down he approached Olivia and pushed her down onto the bed by her shoulders. She was still fully clothed, but he didn't seem to mind about that. Vita sat on the bed and cuddled Olivia's head in her lap. 'Thank you,' she mouthed silently to Olivia, and loosened the remainder of her shirt buttons.
Barnaby undid Olivia's breeches and tugged them down, but in his haste to enjoy this rather special morsel he only bothered to get them down to her knees. She had no underwear on, which was useful and afforded him instant access. He tugged her legs apart as far as the breeches would allow, and then fumbled crudely between her thighs. Despite her apprehension Olivia felt her juices quickly anoint his fingers. Her nipples strained painfully against the tight strip of sheeting.
Vita gently laid the shirt open, and Barnaby instantly swooped and bit and kissed Olivia's exposed throat. 'Vita,' he croaked into the soft flesh, 'get me in 'er. I wants 'er now!'
Vita squeezed her hand between the two bodies and found his cock. It was stabbing into Olivia's thighs and belly. She milked it with a few firm strokes, trying to bring him closer to his climax and thereby bringing Olivia's ordeal to a hastier conclusion. His buttocks clenched and his hips jerked instinctively.
'Don't cheat me, Vita!' he warned from between Olivia's cleavage, which bulged from the strapping. 'I'se wants my part o' the deal... now!'
Vita looked again at Olivia, and held her imploring stare as she positioned the engorged helmet at her entrance, and then fed the stalk into her. Olivia inhaled deeply as the flesh sank deeper and deeper, and Barnaby took advantage of this to bury his nose even further into her spectacular cleavage. Vita's hand became wedged between soft pubic curls on one side and coarse pubic hair on the other. With her free hand she stroked Olivia's damp fringe away from her forehead. She knew that because of the restrictive breeches Barnaby would feel abnormally large inside her. She watched Olivia groan and jerk on the mattress as Barnaby began to buck against her. The whole bed shook and banged against the wall.
Suddenly Barnaby held himself up on straightened arms and leered down at his prize. 'I'se goin' to come now,' he gloated. He looked at Vita with bulging eyes. 'It be true - she's bloody good! Now you open yer gown too,' he ordered. Vita obeyed and bared her breasts. Her nipples were already erect from the stimulation of holding Olivia and watching while she was taken by the man.
Olivia looked from him to Vita, and then closed her eyes and waited. She was unmoved by the cold coupling, but still her muscles instinctively caressed the pulsing column within.
Barnaby latched onto one of Vita's nipples and sucked it deep. He thrust his hips rapidly a number of times and then stiffened, pumping his seed into Olivia's vagina. He thrust a few more times, released another load into her, and then rolled away and lay on the bed, grinning up at the ceiling like a village idiot. His glistening cock stood up twitching, and dribbled a combination of juices onto his shirt.
The three of them remained quiet and still for a while, each with their own thoughts. Eventually Vita rose and removed her gown altogether.
'Come on then, Barnaby,' she said. 'Give me your clothes. It's time we were going.'
As she bound her own breasts and dressed in his clothes Olivia rose without a sound, straightened her own outfit, and put on the coat. Soon they were both ready.
'Haven't you forgotten something?' Vita asked.
Barnaby grinned. 'It's in me coat pocket.'
Vita delved deep and retrieved what she was looking for; a large iron key.
Olivia could now almost laugh at the sight of Barnaby's skinny frame and his sleeping penis hanging uselessly between his bandy legs. He wore nothing more than a pair of dirty socks through which poked his big toes.
'Make it look convincin', Vita,' he grinned.
Vita looked at him with a glint in her eye. 'Oh, I will Barnaby... I will.' She ripped another strip off the rapidly diminishing sheet and tied his wrists to the bed frame. 'Convincing, you say?'
Barnaby sat on the bed. 'Aye. I don't want the Abbess or the Mistress suspectin' an' stoppin' me from ever comin' 'ere again - now do I?'
'No, Barnaby, I don't suppose you do.' She picked up the clay water jug, and then handed it to Olivia. 'Would you?'
Barnaby's grin quickly evaporated when he saw the look in Olivia's eyes. He tried to protest but the jug shattered over his head before one syllable could be uttered. Water soaked him and he slumped back against the wall, cracking his head a second time and ensuring him a good night's sleep.
'Thank you,' said Olivia, with a satisfied smile and a straightening of her coat lapels.
The two of them put on their hats, and slipped out onto the dark landing. Vita clutched the iron key as though their lives depended on it - which they quite possibly did.