Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
The morning light shone through the wings of my holly blue butterfly.
Staring at my drab little window surrounded by grey stone, the illuminated blue of my taxidermied friend usually spurred a bit of joy in my heart.
This morning, however, I could only think of how the blue of the tiny insect’s wings matched that of Sister Lilith’s eyes.
One day here and she’d already tainted something special to me.
After brushing my hair and dressing, I dug through one of my dresser drawers and pulled a pear from beneath a bundle of undergarments.
While I wasn’t technically permitted to have food in my room, I still occasionally swiped fruit from the kitchen for mornings like this-- when I’d be up early enough to meet with Reverend Mother before everyone else woke for morning prayers and breakfast. If I wandered into the kitchen this early, I risked running into a priest having his morning tea or one of the sisters prepping breakfast. Then I’d be roped into conversation or scripture reading and miss out on my session.
I did not want to miss my session.
Though I did wish there were a way to have hot tea readily available in my room, too.
Our modest convent was grand in sanctuary space and hundreds of feet high, though narrow, and built more for worship of the almighty rather than the function of women’s comfort.
Obviously, The Altar of Lost Souls was built by men for men, as were most things in this life.
Straightening my habit, I bit into my over-ripe pear, licking my lips in vain as the juice dripped down my chin. I narrowly avoided getting it all over my collar, an error that would land me in trouble with Reverend Mother before our session even began—and not the kind of trouble I was after.
The sanctuary loomed tall and vacant. Scents of musty paper from worn bibles and hymnals mixed with the earthy aroma of glossed wooden pews and candle wax from three flames that flickered at the base of the altar.
Reverend Mother swayed in the dim light, hands clutched together in prayer as she looked to the enormous, dark oak cross hanging in the center of the sanctuary’s sharp peak.
A matching cross hung around her neck. After mumbling her prayers, she sucked in a breath and acknowledged me with a flick of her long lashes.
“Come,” she demanded in lieu of good morning.
My Reverend Mother wasn’t one for idle pleasantries, not here, not during these times together.
I wondered if the polite, well-behaved, and reserved woman was really who she was, or if this was the real Veilentine.
When I silently shuffled to her side, her gaze crawled from my toes and up my body, finally halting at my eyes. “On your knees.”
“Yes, Reverend Mother,” I whispered, lowering onto the aged hardwood floor as I was commanded.
Veilentine pulled her rosary from her neck and clutched it within her hands, swinging the pendant as she slowly circled me. “You are aware it is my charge to dutifully train you up in the way you should go, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Reverend Mother.”
“That is what we have been doing here, Sister Jezebella. You are being trained, primed, and sanctified by me and my holy headship over you. You do as I say, and I am your keeper here at The Altar Church of Lost Souls.”
I nodded, my thighs clenching together as she circled me, swinging her necklace back and forth.
“God has told me what it is you are to do next.”
“Anything, Reverend Mother,” I replied, hearing my voice grow raspy with need. “How shall I best serve you?”
“The new nun, Sister Lilith… I have not received answers to my prayers of her. The lord is keeping her spirit hidden from me. For that reason, I have chosen you to be her guide. Take her under your wing, show her our church, our town. You will take her on and attend to her while she stays here.”
My throat tightened as my face heated at the thought of my task. I’d never denied Veilentine before, but this… this was too much. “No, I am sorry, Reverend Mother. That’s not—I—I don’t think that is a good idea.”
Reverend Mother stopped in front of my knees, forcing me to crane my neck to look up at her. Her tone was measured and low as she asked, “You dare question me, and therefore god, Sister Jezebella?”
“But I’ve only been here for two months. I am a novice nun as it is and far from an expert on Lost Souls. Wouldn’t Sister Pandorian or Sister Delilyx be better suited hosts for Sister Lilith?”
Reverend Mother caught the cross she was swinging and stood motionless for a moment before walking to stand behind me. “What are the three tenets of your vows, Sister Jezebella?”
“Poverty by the world, chastity from men, and obedience to god.”
“And who speaks for god?”
“You do, Reverend Mother.”
Suddenly, something looped around my throat.
When I looked over my shoulder, Reverend Mother stood behind me, pulling on her cross necklace from behind and constricting my throat ever so slightly.
“You will obey me, Sister Jezebella. You will obey me in this sanctuary of our bodies, and you will obey me in the church of these stone walls. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I squeezed out, my heart pounding in my chest as I pressed my knees together.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Reverend Mother.”
“That sounds more like my dutiful, compliant little nun. Now, hands on the altar.”
Sucking in a breath, I did as I was told and placed my palms on the shallow steps below the flickering flames. The heat of the fire paled in comparison to the warmth pooling beneath my long tunic.
I wanted to argue more against her order to show Sister Lilith around the town and church.
If Veilentine knew just how horrible of an idea that was, surely she’d agree that the new visitor and I should stay very far away from each other.
However, secrets bound my lips from moving with anything but a yes…
well, secrets and the promise of pleasure from the nun behind me.
Reverend Mother kept her necklace wrapped around my throat as if I were her collared dog or reined-in horse.
The sensation was demeaning in a filthy yet tantalizing way.
Every sound amplified by the large, empty space, Veilentine jerked at the back of my dress, pulling it up over my rear.
“Undergarments? Haven’t I told you not to wear these when you come see me? ”
“I forgot… my head is elsewhere. I’m sorry, Reverend Mother.”
“It seems I need to fix your body and your mind then, don’t I?” She yanked bloomers and underwear down to rest at my knees, exposing my bare backside to an aisle of dark pews. “That’s better. I prefer you like this, Sister. On your knees, ass out, awaiting my blessings.”
My breaths came in short bursts as the air of the sanctuary cooled against my exposed skin.
She pulled at the necklace again, reminding me it was still there.
The chain squeezed at the sides of my throat, dizzying my mind and straightening my spine.
I dared a look over my shoulder, taking in the sight of her straddling me from behind, holding the cross like a tool built especially for this and no other reason.
Her piercing hazel eyes met mine. Time seemed to move at a slow pace as I watched her lift her other hand and show me her palm.
“You won’t question my authority again.” Not a request, a statement.
Before I could dutifully answer my agreement, she whipped her hand back and forced it forward, landing a loud blow against my left cheek.
A breathy gasp left my throat as the slap echoed off the arched ceiling.
“You will obey your Reverend Mother,” she said, swinging again and hitting my right cheek.
“The pink in your skin agrees. My handprint looks pristine across your plump little ass, Sister Jezebella.” Pulling the necklace taut, she smacked me again, and again, and again, until my back arched and I cried out at the burn.
“The pain you feel now, Sister, is the disobedience leaving your body. Tell me you feel the sin fleeing your form, little naughty nun.”
“I do,” I answered, breathless and dizzy. “I feel the sin leaving me, Reverend Mother.” Wincing, I braced for another blow, but instead, two cold fingers stroked down my heat, coaxing a moan from my mouth.
A guttural sound emanated from Valentine’s throat.
“The honey of heaven pours from your pussy. This is your gratitude and my blessing. I accept it as good and pure.” She swirled my wetness up around my bud and my body jerked in desire.
She tightened her reins, eliciting another heady moan from my lips.
“Oh, listen to that prayer. It is so holy, so worthy, as are you, my wicked, dripping child of god.”
“Yes,” I rasped in agreement. “Please, please bless me more.”
“My humble servant.” Two fingers guided my wetness up, stopping to encircle my ass. I wiggled in uncertainty. “None of that,” she chastised. “You will take what I give and you will be thankful for it. Tell me your safe word, little nun. I know you remember it.”
“I remember,” I panted. I’d never used it; I’d never wanted to. As unsure as I often felt in these throes of pain and pleasure, I’d always trusted her leadership as she guided me through these church services just for the two of us.
“What is it? Say it,” she urged, pausing her lazy circles and pulling on the necklace.
“Jesus,” I rasped. “My safe word is jesus.”
“That’s right… you know all about jesus, don’t you? Call his holy name if you’re in need, Sister Jezebella.”
I nodded, feeling sweat dampening my head covering.
It felt as if my body were set to explode from heat and bliss at any moment.
She designed these church services this way, didn’t she?
An expert at her sermons, a skilled shepherd, my Reverend Mother led me through the valley of good and evil, showing me both sorrow and ecstasy under her protection and watchful eye.
Without warning, she thrust one finger into my ass. The sensation rendered me with a tight, hard and full mix of gratification and affliction. A scratchy sound left my lips, and my hips rocked back on their own, following her finger as it moved in and out.
After a few moments, Reverend Mother loosened her grip on her necklace and leaned forward, pressing her body over my back and bringing the cross pendant to my lips.
“Suck on this,” she commanded. “Don’t let it fall to the floor or I will punish you.
We wouldn’t want to desecrate something sacred, now, would we? ”
I shook my head and opened my mouth, accepting the long rod of the cross onto my tongue.
“Good girl, good little nun,” Veilentine smiled. Then, returning to her stance, she kept one finger in my ass, while her other hand patted my pussy. A wet, sloshing sound sang through the sanctuary. “You’re ready to be filled with the spirit… just listen to you.”
I nodded eagerly, muffling my agreement around the pendant.
Reverend Mother chuckled darkly. “Sister Jezebella, you are the picture of perfect obedience right now. I am so pleased.”
Warmth ignited all over my body.
I loved pleasing her here.
As an answer to my silent prayer, Veilentine pushed two fingers inside my pussy, keeping one finger in my ass. I cried out, almost dropping the pendant before remembering her command and clamping down on it again.
“Oh, that’s so good of you. Keep it up, little nun.”
My moans echoed a hymn of my own making within the church. Sucking the necklace charm into my mouth, I fought the urge to let it fall. The fullness was unmitigated. The stretch of my ass, the thrusting within my core, and my mouth occupied as well. My moans grew into an erratic song of joy.
“Very good,” Reverend Mother rasped, stepping closer and positioning her hips at my ass.
In time with her fingers, she began to thrust. I couldn’t help myself looking over my shoulder to behold her.
Hazel eyes, wise and flawless face, her gown billowing, and her long head dressing falling over her shoulders as my bare ass met with the pulse of her hips slamming into me.
“I’m going to fuck the spirit of god into you now.
Are you ready, Sister Jezebella? Keep sucking on that cross now. Be ready to receive this.”
I nodded enthusiastically, sucking the cross further into my mouth.
Reverend Mother Veilentine leaned her head back.
“Oh, yes. God, yes, fill us with your presence now.” Her thrusting intensified, rocking me forward on my knees and pulling more gargled groans from my throat.
“Allow me to fill Sister Jezebella with the spirit of obedience. Do you feel it coming, Sister? Do you feel me filling you up now?”
“Yes,” I moaned and muffled around the cross. “Yes, Reverend Mother.”
She slammed into me, burying herself in me, all the way to her knuckles, filling my ass and pussy simultaneously. “Here it comes,” her voice scratched. “Be filled with this holiness now.”
My back arched, pushing into the grind of her hips and the fullness of her fingers. On her last hard thrust, my body broke apart, accepting the spirit of ecstasy and obedience as it flowed into me from my Reverend Mother.
The blissful release was heavenly and indescribable.
God within me, god behind me, god filling me up on the inside.
Mine and Veilentine’s orgasms married together in harmony, like a perfect, in-tune choir at Sunday Mass.
As my body twitched against hers, she pushed in a little further, bringing attention to how sensitive she’d left me.
“The spirit of god compels you now, sweet nun. You will go forth and obey, won’t you? ”
My heavy head nodded, still dizzy, still sucking on a cross with my bare ass in the air. “Yes, yes, anything, Reverend Mother.”
Veilentine smiled lazily and pulled out of me, forcing me to cringe against the sudden absence in all my holes.
She pulled up my undergarments and tugged my tunic down over my hips before pulling me up to stand.
Taking her thumb and forefinger between my chin, she tilted it up and pulled her wet pendant from my mouth.
I was sure it had teeth marks now. “Thank you for blessing this today,” she said, looping the necklace back around her neck.
“Now, go forth and do as you were told.” Her hand then gripped my tender crotch through my tunic.
With a gasp, I swayed forward, drunk as if I’d snuck altar wine, and nodded. “Yes, Reverend Mother. I will do as you instructed.”
“Good. Now, wash up and join us for morning prayers. Well, your second round of morning prayers.”
“The bible does say to pray without ceasing.”