#congregation of discipline

The Chateau of Roissy was first built by the Order of The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon otherwise known as the Templars.  It was built as a Priory to collect the rents of surrounding Templar properties and to supply food and wine to the main Temple in Paris.  It was built by forced peasant labour and by slaves brought from the Levant, where the Templers traded in Moslem slaves.  It was whispered that both slaves and the daughters of recalcitrant peasants suffered horribly in the hidden tunnels, rooms and passages under the Chateau.

In 1312, Pope Clement, at King Philip IV of France’s command, dissolved the Order under charges of heresy.  The investigations were carried out by Dominicans and their sub-order, The Holy Congregation of Moral Discipline.  The Congregation was formed of monks and lay-brothers who performed the actual physical maltreatment of the suspects as they were questioned.  After the disbanding of the Templers, the Holy Congregation was rewarded with some of the Templar properties, including the Chateau of Roissy.  The Holy Congregation used the Chateau as their Chapter House in Northern France because it was close to the King, his Court, and University at Paris.

Upset at losing property to their former sub-order, the Dominicans launched an investigation of the Holy Congregation and a generation after the suppression of the Templers, the Congregation shared their fate. 

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The Holy Congregation of Discipline, sometimes Moral Discipline had first worked for the Holy Office of Inquisition and the Dominicans in the suppression of the Cathars in Southern France.  It was then they acquired their Southern Chapter House at Carcassonne. During long hours of questioning and torture the Holy Congregation had acquired some Cathar doctrine but in a twisted and unique form.  They came to believe that human bodies were inherently sinful and could only be purified by pain.  Women attracted men to sin by their beauty and submission.  Men attracted women by the strength and mastery.  Resisting lust was futile, and the only way to salvation was to sin and be punished.  Women would be punished in this world by men, and men would be punished in the next.  Rumours of orgies and torture at Carcassonne and Roissy led to the Congregation’s downfall at the hands of the envious Dominicans.

The Dominicans were cheated out of Roissy though, by the schemes of Sovereign Military Hospitaller Order of Saint John of Jerusalem and Rhodes and of Malta who took over the Chateau and used it as their Paris base.  Far from the eye of the Grand Master in Rhodes and later in Malta, Roissy was again the site of orgies and tortures and submissive rites.  Like the Templers, the Hospitallers traded in slaves from the Levant and Muslim lands and acted as pirates on the seas.  Many slaves, particularly women ended up in Roissy, living lives of pain and servitude.  Others were traded to other dealers in slaves and flesh.

It was rumoured throughout this time that a remnant of the suppressed Holy Congregation still existed, hidden among the servants of the Chateau.  Son followed father in service to the changing masters of the Chateau of Roissy.  They were devout, but it was noticed never confessed or worshiped under a member of the Dominican Order.  At night candlelight was sometimes seen from the hereditary servants’ private chapel and many of these servants addressed each other as brother.  They participated in and encouraged the excesses of the Knights against the Moorish and Jewish woman that were slaves at the Chateau.

At this time the land immediately around the Chateau was turned into a woodland park, and surrounded by a high brick wall.  Fewer screams were heard from the Chateau, but whispers continued.

Much gold and jewels were collected here, gifts of women to their lovers among the Knights who taught them that love was expressed by submission.  Some of the gold and jewels found its way to Malta, there to be incorporated into a magnificent sculpture of a bird of prey.  Each year the Knights of Malta owed a bird of prey to their landlord, the King of Spain, and they hit on the idea of sending a jewel encrusted solid gold statue of the bird.  The statue never made it to Spain, some say the Galley carrying it sank, some that it was captured by Barbary Pirates and some that the Galley Captain and a couple of officers poisoned the crew, beached the ship and took off with the falcon.  It has never been seen since, although some claim it was seen in San Francisco in the late 1930s having acquired a black enamel covering. 

When all church property was forfeit at the time of the French Revolution, the Chateau ended up in the hands of Paul Barras, a noble who had joined the revolution.  Barras was a soldier, an administrator, a banker and a libertine, working hard by day, and engaging in depraved activities at night.  By corrupt practices he acquired a great deal of money.  He extensively renovated the Chateau of Roissy, to serve as headquarters for his libertine activities using money that strictly speaking was not his. The orgies continued.  The lay brothers who served the Knights became valets in the service of Barras.

When Napoleon came to power he retained Barras in his service, but relieved him of his mistress Josephine, and the little Chateau secluded in a woodland park near Paris.  He gave the Chateau to his minister Talleyrand, a former bishop notorious for sensual living.  Talleyrand used his exquisite taste to develop a Mansion devoted to pleasure.  It was at this time that the kitchens were modernized and the library assumed its present shape.  He left the cells and dungeons below the main floor largely undisturbed, although rumours of spies being questioned strictly and painfully by the Foreign Minister occasionally passed through Paris.  Talleyrand retained Barras’ valets at the Chateau as they were useful in this work.  But little information escaped the secluded brick walled park surrounding the Chateau.

After his disgrace, the Chateau passed into the hands of a Marshall of France, and it fell into disrepair as the Marshall of gone so often on campaign.

After the time of Napoleon, the Marshal was shot, and his heirs sold the Chateau to a private secretive group and it has not changed hands since.

After Napoleon’s fall, Englishmen flooded into France looking for pleasure.  Some of these people were odd indeed, as were their pleasures.  The notorious Hell-Fire Club was no more, but its offshoots and descendents still flourished, albeit more quietly and discreetly.  Some of the gentlemen, having made England a little too hot to hold them, and needing some time abroad to let things cool down, made their way to Paris, where they met followers of a singular French Marquis.

This Marquis, famous for his writings of fiction and philosophy, had been in and out of prison most of his life.  He was a proponent of extreme liberty, unrestrained by morality, religion, or law.  There were numerous complaints from women about whipping and sodomy.  He and his loyal valet ran away with his wife’s sister to Italy. Unsurprisingly under both Kings and Bonapartes he alternated time in prison with time in an insane asylum. He continued to write and publish and acquired followers who did not think that he was crazy to take what pleasures he wanted.

These followers of the author of Justine, met the Englishmen who were no longer welcome in the clubs of Pall Mall for attracting too much attention to activities which the ongoing Victorian age made less acceptable.

They formed a club on the English model and with generous subscriptions from the original members, purchased and refurbished the Chateau to its current state.  It is still owned by this secretive group and little information about it is heard outside the high brick walls surrounding the woodland park of the Chateau of Roissy.

Edited  2016.03.03 to correct minor grammar and spelling mistakes and to consistently refer to the Congregation as the Holy Congregation.

Cathy’s Dream Part4

Father Antoine sat on the stained green sofa, holding Cathy down with a hand on the back of her neck.
After emoving the remnants of her underwear, Mr Billings  stepped back and let fly with the belt.  Ten strokes he gave her and then ten more.

Father Antoine had taken the hand that was not holding her neck and had pushed down her bra.  Cathy cried out as he seized the breast and squeezed hard compressing it.
She was crying constantly now, her rear aflame, her sex exposed and cooled by the air of the old brick sub=basement.  
Mr Hughes and Mr Billings again inspected her buttocks, feeling the heat from them, The two men commented on the contrasting redness of different parts of her ass. Mr Billings called upon Mr Hughes to notice those places where the hard edge of the belt had raised beads of red where the skin had been cut and she had bled.  A hand traced along the belt marks, even the light touch making the poor girl cry.  Mr Hughes pulled open the cleft between the two halves of her rear to give Mr Billings access to mark that untouched area with the belt. Father Antoine let go her breast and seized the nipple in a strong grip, twisting it and giving the girl a pain that almost made her forget her aching rear.  Then 10 more strokes of the thick stiff belt and she was exhausted.  

Cathy’s Dream Part 3
Cathy felt herself being lifted up a little as her hands were removed from the hook, and she was supported by Mr Billings and Mr Hughes.  She could feel Jack Billings’ thick greasy fingers as he supported some of her weight with a hand in her crotch between her legs.  His thumb penetrated in sex through the remnants of her pretty pink panties.  As she was placed over the arm of the old green leather couch, she could smell the old leather and see the numerous stains that spotted it. Hher stomach pressed into the padded arm and her rear in the air, Cathy thought how she needed to get through this so she could keep her dream job and pay the student debts that loomed over her.  Just get through this nightmare, she told herself and then lose yourself in the cool marble halls of her beloved museums and old buildings.  

Her hands were untied by Father Antoine she believed as he sat on the couch and put her head down in his lap, his strong left hand holding her neck, pinning her in place.  
She felt the damp hands of Jack Billings tying her wrist together behind her back.  Thus pinioned over the thick padded arm of the couch, she could not move and avoid the blows.  Jack’s hands were on her rear now, feeling along the welts, pushing into the rips in the panties and making them bigger.  He ran his hands over her buttocks, from side to side and up and down, the heat rising from the reddened cheeks.  He pinched the welts where the skin was broken making the poor girl gasp with pain.
Cathy thought of poor Brianna and how she had not helped her and thought, “i half deserve this.” Mr Billings hands pushed her rear cheeks apart, the panties in shreds, not covering much of anything, he pointed out to Mr Hughes the contrast between the reddened areas where the belt had thrashed her and the area between the clenched buttocks that was untouched.  Mr Hughes cupped his hands on her burning bottoms cheeks and felt the heat coming from them.
“She’s a hot girl” he said laughing.
Mr Billings’ hands continued exploring, penetrating her bottom hole and then continuing down he exposed her sex and the small amount of neatly trimmed golden hair that surrounded it.  Mr Hughes then felt the inside of the bottom passage, while Mr Billings massaged the outer lips of her sex