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STORY CODES: Erotic Horror, Bestiality, Sacrilegious, Rape, NC, WS, Young Ones, Blasphemy.
CREATED: 01.06.2026 (FINAL — V10)
AUTHOR’S NOTE: After watching the movie “The School of Good and Evil”, I was inspired to write this story.
The Convent of Good & Evil
SYNOPSIS OF THE CONVENT OF GOOD & EVIL
The Convent of Good and Evil is a mystical place that keeps the balance of power between those who seek to do good in the world and those who seek to corrupt it. Two twin sisters (but not identical), Alice and Tania, are sent to the Convent of Good and Evil. Alice has always been a good girl — the epitome of wholesomeness, a fair beauty with a love of animals, great and small. Tania was always the rebel — the embodiment of naughtiness, a raven-headed girl with piercing eyes and a lewd spirit. Things in the Convent of Good and Evil have been coming out of balance. Good has always triumphed — but more recently, Evil seems to be on the rise. Tania immediately finds herself seducing the nun assigned to teach her about being Good. Alice finds herself in a bizarre situation with a goat that the nuns call Satan. The creature is not what it seems to be and threatens to seduce Good little Alice with its bestial cock. What will befall the twins? What will become of the Convent of Good and Evil? Has the balance been tipped forever? Will Good still manage to prevail, or will Evil finally triumph?
CHAPTER ONE OF “THE CONVENT OF GOOD & EVIL” (2,743 WORDS)
In twilight’s grasp, where shadows weave,
Two sisters tread, by fate deceived.
Alice, pure as morning’s light,
With gentle heart and visage bright,
Loves the creatures, great and small,
In her presence, kindness reigns over all.
Yet Tania, wild as stormy skies,
With raven locks and piercing eyes,
A spirit fierce, unchained, untamed,
In mischief’s dance, her heart proclaimed.
The village elders, with heavy sighs,
Sent them forth, where the balance lies.
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The twin sisters, Alice and Tania, arrived at the hidden Convent. They knew little of what lay ahead, only that the elders of their small village thought it was time for the orphaned twins to get a proper education, one that they could not get back in the small village.
Alice had always been a good girl. She was a golden-haired girl who was the epitome of wholeness and kindness. She had loved helping on the village farm and had tended to their livestock, especially the young foals, ducks, and lambs. Her world was one seen through the rose-colored glasses of truth, love, and honesty. The elders would miss her.
Tania was very different to her twin. They even looked different. She was a raven-haired miscreant with piercing eyes that challenged everyone and anyone. She was the embodiment of mischievousness. Unlike her virgin sister, she was already sexually aware beyond her years. She seemed destined for trouble as she busied herself with creating havoc in the village. The elders would certainly not miss her nonsense.
The convent was a mystical and enchanted place. Huge and gothic. It must have been very old. If only the stonework could tell stories. Many tales preceded the place. Some called it “The Convent of Good & Evil” and said that it held the balance between the forces of Good and Evil. Like equals and opposites in a dynamic equilibrium. Of course, most considered this more like a fairytale; however, the truth was that within the convent’s secretive walls, there were many unexplained mysteries afoot.
The twins waited with the other dozen students within the great hall. Sisters Claire, Anita, and Dominica herded the students into two groups of six. Alice and Tania found themselves split between the two.
“Now, now!” said Sister Claire, an elderly nun of about fifty-five years, “Settle down, our Reverend Mother will be here shortly.”
Alice smiled at her new colleagues. She was truly looking forward to her new home among the blessed. The convent’s lofty halls are filled with the wisdom of the ages. She’d heard about things that could only be explained by magic. The learned nuns who nurtured the students and brought them more than the joys of the good book, as they boasted one of the greatest collections of knowledge in the land.
Tania sneered. She hated the place already. She couldn’t wait to get it over with. Fucking penguins. She hated their strictness, regulations, and conformity. As far as she saw it, rules were there to be bent, if not broken. Authority was to be challenged. And her fellow students seemed dull-witted and boring. How to escape?
“Sister Anita will be in charge of your group,” announced Sister Claire, addressing the six students in which Alice was part. “And Sister Dominica will be in charge of your group,” gestured Sister Claire, turning to the group of six students to which Tania had been assigned.
“Students!” It was the booming voice of the Reverend Mother Germaine, “Welcome to the Convent of Good and Evil. Yes, I am sure you have heard many stories about our establishment — and how we are the so-called keepers of the balance. While you are with us, you will learn many new things. Knowledge will set you free.”
The Reverend Mother looked very maternal. She was, in fact, very old, but maybe it was the Convent’s magic that seemed to keep her looking as young as she did. Alice thought she could pass as one of the students. But of course, that would be silly.
“As you see, you have been divided into two groups. You have been selected especially because of your penchant for what we call goodness or mischief.”
The Reverend Mother didn’t explain any further.
Alice looked around her. The group of students she’d been selected to join seemed unlike her. They appeared melancholic, even a bit delinquent. The way they dressed looked rebellious — black clothing, gothic hair, t-shirts with impertinence. Without knowing them well, she still got the feeling that they all seemed to have a very negative attitude.
“Reverend Mother, I’m not sure if I’m in the right group?” asked Alice, almost apologetically.
Tania, too, seemed to be aware of her circumstances. She’d been grouped with a bunch of fucking “happy-go-lucky”, “do-gooders” — with something up their ass! What the fuck? They all looked so stuffy, conservative, and overly religious. They looked at her too, in a way that said that they thought she wasn’t one of them … that she was some kind of vile outcast!
“Err, yer. Hey, Pengiun. I think I’m in the wrong group too!” stated Tania without much concern about how it came across.
The Reverend Mother laughed.
“You’re all in the right groups! The Lord has his ways. He’s blessed this place with his enchantments. For good or for bad. You’re here to learn about the light and the dark. So, let the games begin. Now, Sisters Anita and Dominica, please show your students to their accommodation. Get them settled — there is much to be done in the next week!”
With that comment, the Reverend Mother left, and the Sisters took their respective students to their accommodation dorms.
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Alice and the five other students in her group were brought to their meagre, dorm-like room, with little or no privacy. They were told to change out of their “home” clothes into the school’s uniform. It was hardly a uniform — more like two pieces of rough black cloth, held together at the shoulders and hips. And no undergarments. Sister Anita collected their clothing and personal effects.
“Now, please check the roster,” said the nun, “You will start your chores immediately.”
“We don’t have to sing hymns, do we?” asked one of the rougher girls.
“We celebrate with prayers every day!” answered Sister Anita.
The other feisty girls in her group seemed to take an immediate dislike to Alice. They gave her daggers for looks. They seemed to dislike the idea of chores as well. Alice checked the roster. Her name appeared next to the “grange” (which was the Convent’s version of a farm). She had been entrusted with the care of the convent’s chickens, goats, and sheep. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind for her education — but she did love animals and found the choice not so unappealing.
With a sharp word from Sister Anita, the uncooperative girls grumbled beneath their breath and went about their respective duties.
“There will be no lunch served today,” said Sister Anita, “Fasting is an important part of your training at the Convent. Dinner will be after prayers at six o’clock sharp. Complete your tasks and don’t be late. Otherwise, you’ll go to bed hungry!”
Alice jumped to attention. Always wanting to please. Sister Anita seemed to notice her sanguine enthusiasm.
“Alice, I will take you down to the grange,” instructed Sister Anita, making the sign of the cross, “Blessed are those who are sincere about their devout duties.”
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Tania followed her fellow students to their dorm. It looked drab and uncomfortable. Why did the elders send her to this horrible place?
“Now, girls, you will need to change,” instructed Sister Dominica, “Here are your tunics. You will wear these while you serve in the Convent. No make-up. No jewelry. No undergarments. And place your hair in these scarves.”
Tania examined her plain white tunic and simple sandals. It was nothing more than two rags held together precariously at the shoulders and hips. No underwear? What was that about? The other girls seemed to take this all in their stride. Nobody seemed to complain. Fucking do-gooders, she thought.
Taking off her home clothing, Tania noticed how Sister Dominica was watching. Was she perving at the young girls? How interesting, Tania thought. While the rest of the girls quickly changed, Tania took her time, as if she were having a problem figuring out how to don the simple garment. She pretended not to notice the nun staring at her small, fist-sized breasts, pronounced nipples and dark areolas, and unlike the other girls with their blonde pubic hair, Tania’s cunt was completely shaved, and her labia pouting. She wore a satanic necklace that sat between her breasts.
Sister Dominica approached her.
“I will have to take that,” the nun said.
The back of Sister Dominica’s hand brushed lightly against Tania’s erect nipple as the nun took Tania’s necklace from around her neck. The nun seemed to check if any of the other girls were watching, and then slipped Tania’s necklace into her gown pocket.
Tania pretended to be embarrassed. Her sensitive nose could almost smell the nun’s sexual arousal.
Now, with everyone dressed. The nun collected the rest of the clothing and personal items that the six girls had brought with them, with the exception of their personal Bibles. Of course, Tania didn’t have one.
“Your work tasks are on the roster. Make sure you do your deeds and return to the Great Hall for prayers and dinner at six. Before you ask, there will be no lunch served. We practice fasting … to bring you closer to our God.”
The girls read the roster and began to disperse quietly.
“Tania. You will accompany me on library duty today.”
“Yes, Sister,” answered Tania, pretending to be afraid and demure.
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The grange was not much more than a humble shed, with a chicken coup, pens for the other domesticated animals, and a small fenced paddock. Sister Anita had shown young Alice to the place. She’d warned her to be careful of the large black billy goat, whose curved horns looked so menacing.
“We affectionately call him … Satan,” said the nun hesitantly, “He’s rather uncooperative and mean. For now, just do your best to avoid him.”
As the nun left, Alice looked across the small paddock at the strange animal. Its mirror-black eyes seemed to focus on her. She was glad that there was a fence between them, but at the same time, she felt a pang of sadness that such an animal was not loved and cared for as much as the others.
The breeze felt nice. But without underwear, Alice felt rather exposed. It was then that she realized she needed to pee. She looked around. Sister Anita couldn’t be seen anywhere. There was nobody else about. Alice knelt at the edge of the wooden fence that divided her from the paddock, and lifting her black tunic, she began to pee. It felt strange doing this in the outdoors. It was something she’d never contemplated before. Her bladder was very full. Her pee smelled strongly of urea.
To her sudden shock, she felt something hairy nudge her from behind. She nearly fell in complete surprise, as the billy goat’s long tongue flickered across her bare cunt, lapping at her piss as it squirted from her urethra.
Alice grabbed the edge of the paddock fence for support. She froze completely until she’d stopped urinating. Was she in danger? How did the animal escape? But before she could collect her thoughts, it was over. She could see the billy goat on the opposite side of the fence. This wasn’t possible, she thought. How could this happen? She quickly stood and covered herself.
The animal just looked at her with its mirror-black eyes. Alice suddenly felt foolish. Was this her imagination? She shook her head and decided that it was best not to say anything about it. Obviously, it wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. She returned to tending to other animals, weary of Satan, the billy goat.
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Observing from a distance, Sister Anita watched Satan and the young girl. Her stinking cunt was already gooey and wet in anticipation of the thrills of the darkness. Yes, the sorcery of the Convent would provide many new thrills. She noticed how the girl seemed to flinch at the touch of Satan. She wished it were her drinking the girl’s urine. She tasted her own cunt, pissing over her fingers and sucking them. She saw the goat’s huge cock protruding from beneath its ragged fur belly. Soon, it would be buried deep in the innocent girl’s cunt. What joy it would be to watch and masturbate.
“Fuck Gawd. Fuck you, Reverend Mother and your fuckin’ games,” Sister Anita gasped under her breath, plunging her stained crucifix to the hilt, pressing the body of Christ against her filthy cunt hole.
Black and white. Good and Evil. “Good must triumph”, the fucking Reverend Mother would always say. The nun continued to masturbate herself, as she chanted to Satan, “You, O Great Goat, you will have your day” … and to have its way (with this ridiculous morsel of morality).
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Tania followed Sister Dominica to the Convent library in the southern wing. The library was large and empty. There were literally rows and rows of religious titles, old manuscripts, and aged parchments. There were study decks and lamps to illuminate the library’s content. Everywhere was dusty and smelt of vanilla, almond, and musty, earthy aromas. What a boring place, thought Tania.
“Tania, for the next few days, your chores will consist of assisting me in tidying up the Convent library. We will start here in the main hall today. The Reverend Mother expects it to be spick and span. There is a mop and bucket, and plenty of cleaning materials, in the utility room.”
“Yes, Sister,” replied Tania, trying her best to sound as if she was obedient, “But I don’t want to get my tunic dirty. May I remove it while I am … cleaning?”
Sister Dominica hadn’t seen that coming. She pondered it for a moment.
“Well, I guess that would be fine. Maybe … we then …. We should start in the Dark Library. It’s … more private.”
Sister Dominica led them to a small panel in the wall. She pressed something, and a secretive door opened to a narrow spiral staircase.
“Follow me.”
They descend the narrow stairs to a room below. Like the main library floor, it looked similar. There were leather couches lining the stained-glass windows.
Tania looked in awe, the images in the stained-glass windows looked almost sacrilegious — blasphemous and evil — sexual and demon-inspired.
Tania felt wet. She casually glanced at the nature of the books. Though many of the titles were in Latin, she understood that these were about Sorcery, Occult. Black Magick. Paganism. And even Witchcraft.
“You are to say nothing of this,” ordered the nun, “This is our secret. You understand?”
Tania nodded in agreement. She smiled slyly and undressed slowly in front of the horny nun. Naked in front of her, the nun seemed slightly nervous. Tania carefully folded her tunic on the back of the chair and waited for Sister Dominica to make the next move.
“Maybe, Sister, you should remove your habit, so it doesn’t get spoiled?”
“Ah, yes. That’s a good idea,” replied the young nun as she began to hastily undress.
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”Let me remind you all,” said the Reverend Mother, “Why we are here in the Convent of Good and Evil.”
It was a meeting of all the nuns. Sisters Claire, Emmanuel, Veronica, and Evelyn all hung on the words of the Reverend Mother’s obvious authority. Sisters Dominica and Anita seemed less impressed.
”We know we play our part in this game,” said the Reverend Mother, “Much like chess. Upon a checked board of black and white … of good and evil, with many places of secrets …divinity and depravity … clarity and carnality … where the pendulum swings between the fall and redemption …”
The Reverend Mother seemed extremely pensive.
”What is it, Reverend Mother?” asked Sister Claire.
”Ultimately … good must always triumph over evil. And our students are not merely pawns, but all play their part in unravelling the great mysteries. But … I fear a change … something is happening here that I have not quite understood yet … or appreciated … you must all be on your guard … just be vigilant.”
With that solemn note, the Reverend Mother turned and left.
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CHAPTER TWO OF “THE CONVENT OF GOOD & EVIL” (3,054 WORDS)
Within the convent’s ancient walls,
Whispers echo of long-lost calls.
Once Good triumphed, a radiant throne,
Now shadows creep where light had shone.
As Evil stirs, its hunger grows,
Will Alice’s grace outshine her woes?
Or will Tania’s fire consume the night,
In the Convent of Good and Evil’s plight?
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Alice was feeling very tired after her first day in the grange. The bathing room was no more private than the dorm. She felt funny being naked in front of her fellow students. She quickly bathed herself and changed back into her tunic.
She could hear the other girls laughing and loitering around. They seemed comfortable in their nakedness. The other miscreant girls chatted noisily, complaining about this and that. For the most part, they seemed more bonded together, but all of them completely ignored Alice. They carried on as if she wasn’t even there.
Alice couldn’t help but think about the strangeness of the day. The incident in the grange with the black, billy goat, that the nuns had called Satan, had her head spinning. It couldn’t have been real. But it felt real. She tried to ignore the memory of the animal’s muzzle pressed against her naked vagina, lapping at her urine as she peed noisily. Though it had shocked her, it hadn’t felt unpleasant. Just strange. No, this just didn’t happen, she thought to herself.
Back in the Great Hall, the nuns gave praise to God, thanking him for the blessings of the day and for the meal that they were about to eat. The meal was bland at best. Just a meager serving of bread and watery soup. Alice was very hungry and didn’t care what it was; she just needed to eat.
“I’ll have that,” said one of the other girls from her group, as she grabbed the bread from Alice’s plate.
It was a girl called Rachel. A large girl with strong hands. Alice tried to resist, but Rachel was much stronger than her. Alice began to cry.
“Ahhh, blondie’s going to cry!” Rachel teased.
The other girls laughed and taunted her.
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Tania lay in her bunk after she’d watched the other students eat greedily at their only meal of the day. She smiled to herself, thinking how she’d feasted on the young nun’s hairy cunt. It had been a day of surprises that had begun to paint a picture of what “The Convent of Good and Evil” really meant.
The Dark Library had held its surprises. Besides being a secret haven for their sexual activity, she’d been shown the delights of its true pornographic nature. Book after book of pornographic illustrations that delved into many forms of sexual perversions. Most focused on extremely dark rituals involving lesbianism, urolagnia, omolagnia, coprophilia, sadomasochism, object rape, bondage, bestiality, and even pedophillia.
Both of them had masturbated each other, sharing their secret desires to experience all of them.
Sister Dominica, it seemed to be obviously more than just a latent lesbian. Her hidden sexual inclinations extended far into the realms of darkness. She’d returned Tania’s satanic pendant, saying that they were kindred spirits. They’d had sex all day. They’d both cum multiple times. They’d performed all manner of foul and obscene sexual acts together. And the promise of more perversion in the days to come had been their secret vow.
”Slut! Whore! Jezebel! Suck my dirty cunt!” cried the horny young nun, “By the Goddess, Lilith! You’re a succubus! I need your tongue in my hole. It’s so hot! Lick me out! Lick me out!” She was virtually screaming. “That’s it, fuck me … get all your fingers in there …. … fuck me with your hand … Use your whole hand! … Mmmmmmm …. Fuck Gawd! Fuck the Holy Spirit! Fuck meeeeee …”
Tania did as she was told. She’d fucked the young nun, sinking her entire wrist into Sister Dominica’s hungry cunt hole. Punching her from the inside. The nun was a squirter. Tania’s face, neck, hair, and tits were all completely drenched in the nun’s oily cunt juices.
”Satan be praised!” the nun screamed over and over.
And then it was Tania’s turn as they switched places on the leather couch, wriggling between each other’s legs. It seemed that Sister Dominica was completely besotted with the young girl’s snatch, sucking on her tight cunt, like there was no tomorrow. Tania had even pissed in her mouth, and the greedy nun had drunken it all … savoring the flavor as if it were fine wine.
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Alice lay in her bunk and fell into an uneasy sleep. It was a hot and humid night, and the girls slept naked, as they had no nightclothes. She twisted and turned under the thin bedsheet. Visions of the grange returned to her mind. A vision of the black goat … Satan.
”Don’t be afraid,” said the black goat.
Alice found herself naked before the evil black animal. Its mirror black eyes stared straight into her tormented soul.
Alice knew in her mind that goats couldn’t talk. But this wasn’t just a goat. It was Satan. There was dark magick at work in her nightmare. And this was the Antichrist, in the form of an animal. Alice had always been such a good girl. She’d never entertained any thoughts of mischief. Unlike her sister, Tania. She had always been the selfless one, the honorable one, the righteous one.
Now, in her nightmare, she found herself lying back on her elbows against a bale of straw in the barn. Around her burned a thousand tiny tea lights. They twinkled like a fairytale, but she knew this was nothing fairy-like. Instead, it was something wicked and definitely evil. The darker path. In her heart, she knew it was wrong. Very wrong. She knew that this went against everything that she’d believed in. Why was this happening to her, she asked herself?
”What … what … what … do you want from me?” she stuttered.
The black goat rose up with its powerful hind legs. She could see Satan’s erect penis. It was red and swollen. It seemed to drip with seminal fluids, as it was pointing directly at her.
”Don’t be so coy, young one. It’s not just what I want. It’s what you want too,” explained Satan, “It’s what you’ve always wanted. Come now. Open your legs wide. Yes, wider, my little whore. I can smell your arousal. You’re literally soaked in cunt juice. And all you can think of is getting my cock inside you. My semen will fill you with dark pleasure!”
Alice woke up abruptly.
She sat up in the stillness of the dark dorm. She found herself drenched in her own sweat. That’s when she noticed the sound of heavy breathing all around her, accompanied by the squeaking of the wooden legs of the dorm beds.
In the ambient light that fell in through the dorm windows, she could see the bodies of her fellow students. Like her, they were all lying naked above their bedsheets. They seemed to all be in their own private dream worlds, their fingers gripping the breasts and moving in and out of their sloppy cunts, masturbating and moaning, oblivious of her or each other. The entire dorm room smelled of sweat and itchy, wet cunt.
Despite her trepidation, Alice found herself masturbating too. She stood up and moved across the room to get a clearer view of her masturbating classmates. This must be black magick or witchcraft, she thought.
Without thinking, she found herself mounting the bed of the girl who had tormented her at dinner. Rachel. She grinned to herself and lowered herself over the girl’s upturned face. She began to rub herself amorously across the girl’s mouth and nose, using her as a masturbatory device.
She continued to watch the others wriggling under Satan’s spell, each in their own private ecstasy. She was close to orgasm when Satan’s voice began to chant inside her head.
”Masturbate for Satan! Masturbate for Satan!”
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In the chapel, the Reverend Mother prayed silently, as she did every day. She was not sure why, but she felt a dull pain in the back of her head. No. Not just a pain, but more like a thumping, ringing sound that filled her mind, drowning out any pleasant thoughts. She gripped the edge of the prayer table and gasped for breath.
What could be wrong? She’d been uneasy for some time. It was as if there was a message in this unpleasantness. A message that said something had changed unexpectedly … as she tried to better the pain, she thought about the girls. Her hopes were high for victory. For good to be omnipresent and for light to shine through, but there was a nagging feeling that Evil had found another way … to rise … to corrupt … to pervert.
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Tania didn’t have to be asked twice. She obediently followed Sister Dominica. However, they did not return to the dark library as she expected; instead, they walked to an obscure portion of the Convent, in the eastern wing, that Tania hadn’t been to before.
She was sure about what the nun had in mind, only that they were not alone. Sister Dominica had told Sophie, the smallest and the youngest of the students in her group, that she was to accompany them. Her cute, little blond ponytails and radiant face said “happy choir girl”.
Wicked thoughts inspired Tania as the nun led the three of them to this secretive and hidden place. It seemed the Convent of Good and Evil was full of dark secret places.
Sophie looked simply amazed at the bookcase door, as it hinged open to the nun’s command. The young girl made the sign of the cross and followed Tania into the darkness beyond.
Inside, the windowless room resembled a small private chapel. There was a huge crucifix on the rear wall, with a life-size sculpture of Christ. But it appeared to be inverted.
Sophie turned to the sound of the bookcase door creaking as it closed behind them. Immediately, the chapel was lit by a burst of burning torches. Sophie rubbed her eyes, trying her best to adjust to the light.
“Why … is Jesus upside down?” Sophie naively asked the nun.
Sister Dominica smiled at the girl’s obvious question.
“Well, some of us believe that, in fact, Jesus was crucified that way,” she lied.
“But … but … but why is he naked?” asked Sophie.
“It was the way it was done in those days,” answered the nun, “They only clothed images of Christ for reasons of modesty,” she added.
“But … but … his penis … it’s …”
“Erect … Yes, Christ’s cock was fully erect!”
Tania’s cunt was already getting wet in anticipation of the sexual skullduggery that was about to unfold.
”Do you know why you are here, Sophie?” asked Sister Dominica.
Sophie and Tania stood side by side in their little tunics.
”No, Sister,” said Sophie.
”Well, it was brought to my attention that you were in the Convent garden picking sunflowers. Is that correct?”
”Yes, Sister,” affirmed young Sophie, “They were for my art class.”
”I see. But you know that it’s a punishable offence?”
”No, Sister,” answered Sophie, who looked concerned.
”Well, it is. And that’s why you are here. In fact, that’s why both of you are here.”
Sister Dominica pointed to the two ornate silver chalices, filled with what appeared to be lemonade.
”Both of you. Drink. All of it. I want to see the challices empty.
”Yes, Sister,” answered Tania.
”But, I cannot drink all of it,” cried little Sophie.
”Drink it. Stop your whining. I want to see them empty. Your punishment will begin soon.”
Tania drank hers without another word. Sophie drank a bit. Stopped. Then drank some more. It took a while, but finally, both girls were finished. Not much of a punishment, thought Tania.
“Remove your tunics. Like Christ, we must shed our shame,” ordered the nun as she scattered uncooked rice across the chapel floor before the inverted crucifix, “Nudity is purity,” she lied, “Kneel, Sophie, and hold your arms out … just like Jesus on the cross!”
The three of them were now naked. Sophie did as she was told. Being naked was more than enough humiliation. This was compounded by the pain of the hard rice beneath her delicate knees. She put on a brave face and held her arms out. From where she was kneeling, her eyes stared directly at the groin of the carved image of the upside-down, naked Christ. If she fell forward, she’d be touching it. It was then that her bladder started to ache. Now, she realized the true nature of the punishment.
Still, Sophie was clueless about the nun’s true intentions. Sister Dominica handed Tania a small cane.
“If her hands drop. Cane her,” stated the nun to Tania. Turning back to Sophie, she ordered, “Look at a Jesus. Don’t turn around. Look at him!”
Standing behind the naked girl. Sister Dominica and Tania began to tongue kiss amorously. The nun’s hands groped at Tania’s small breasts, and her finger found the girl’s cunt dripping wet.
”Sister … Sister … I really need to pee,” muttered Sophie helplessly.
”Stay still. Hold it. If you wet yourself, you will be caned,” stated the perverted nun.
Sophie began to almost dance on her knees. The rice hurt as it dug into her soft flesh against the hard wooden flooring. Soon she started clinching. Obviously, her little bladder couldn’t hold all of the liquid she’d drunk.
Tania felt a bit uncomfortable, too, but she also felt a bizarre arousal from the situation.
Sophie’s arms began to drop.
WACK.
”Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” cried Sophie from the stinging pain.
The thin cane came down on the back of Sophie’s thighs. It left a thin reddish line. Tania was already masturbating herself as she hit the young girl for the first time. Sophie’s bladder began to leak. A dribble of pee ran down the inside of her thighs as she grimaced in shock from the first hit.
WAKE.
Tania hit her again.
”Look at Christ. Look at his cock,” cried the nun, who’d grabbed the empty chalice.
The nun held it before Tania’s open legs, and the miscreant girl began to relieve herself into it. There was a sadistic pleasure in knowing she could empty her bladder while her fellow student struggled against the ache of need to pee. Tania pissed noisily into the silver vessel until it was brimming with her dark yellow pee. As soon as Tania was getting close to filling it, the nun brought it to her lips and began to drink it. Tania emptied the rest of her bladder over her masturbating fingers.
“Ah, Lilith’s sacrament,” moaned the nun, presenting the half-empty chalice back to her accomplice.
Tania drank the rest of her piss. They kissed again, sharing the taste of Tania’s urine.
WACK.
“Ahhh … I can’t … I can’t …” Sophie cried and jerked hard, trying to bring her arms back up as Tania hit Sophie again.
Tania was enjoying this. She admired her handiwork, which left yet another thin line on the delicate white skin of Sophie’s quivering bottom. Piss streamed down between the young girl’s legs as her bladder completely gave way. The chapel began to stink of their combined urine.
WACK.
”Ahhhhhhh … please … no more … ” cried Sophie, tears streaming down her face.
Her piss pooled on the floor around her. Sister Dominica moved forward and pressed Sophie’s face against the image of Christ.
”Kiss his cock, Sophie. Kiss the cock of Christ,” ordered Sister Dominica.
The nun had had enough of these games. She grabbed the young girl by her hair, turning her to face the two of them. The girl’s horror showed on her face. But before she could react, the nun pressed her soaked expression into her dribbling cunt, fucking her face with her clitoris that picked out, much like a tiny cock.
Sophie’s body went limp. She quickly passed out. Partly from shock, partly from the lack of oxygen. The perverted nun pulled her to the floor. Gripping her leg, she pressed the girl’s toes into her cunt. Tania quickly joined her, taking the other foot and doing the same, masturbating herself, using the girl’s toes.
”Fuck The Holy Spirit. Fuck Christ!” screamed the nun, looking up at the inverted cross as it began to glow red. It was no longer the image of Christ but that of the Devil.
Now, the nun had crammed Sophie’s foot, right up to her ankle, into her ugly, wet pussy, gripping her calf and sliding it in and out using her cunt slime.
Tania quickly followed her example. Looking up at the devil, his black eyes seemed to watch them, and his dick began to magically drip with seminal fluids.
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The nuns of the Convent of Good and Evil all met as they did every night. It was their time of reflection and contemplation. The usual prayers were said, sometimes in vespers of silence. But tonight the Reverend Mother seemed unsure of herself … and of everything. A disquiet had befallen her. The horrid ringing song had returned several times, as it forecast doom and danger.
”As you know, I have been feeling uneasy over the past few days. Reassurance has not been an easy bedfellow. Tell me, Sister Dominica, have you observed anything unexpected?”
“No, Reverend Mother,” she lied, “All seems good.”
“I heard that one of our young students, Sophie, was taken to the infirmary.”
“Oh, yes, Reverend Mother,” answered Sister Dominica, “She had experienced a fall. She couldn’t remember the exact reason. She’s recovering now. Everything will be fine.”
“No recall?”
“None. It must have been quite a tumble. I will discipline her once she’s better. It was just fortuitous that young Tania found her. She’s been such a good student, that one. Found her lying at the bottom of the stairs. A few bruises and cuts. She’ll be as right as rain in no time.”
The Reverend Mother seemed unappeased by this rather vague and inaccurate account. Were her trusted nuns lying to her? Were they deceiving her?
”Sister Anita, was all okay at the grange?”
”Of course, Reverend Mother. The Lord’s work is being done,” she pretended, “Young Alice is doing a fabulous job of tending to the needs of the animals.”
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CHAPTER THREE OF “THE CONVENT OF GOOD & EVIL” (3,032 WORDS)
Yet lo! A darkness, vast and deep,
Unleashes horrors that never sleep.
An unstoppable force of dread descends,
As despair’s cold grip on hope depends.
The heavens weep, the earth does quake,
While righteous souls begin to break.
In hellish fury, a lustful tempest brews,
The Convent trembles, as Good subdues.
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Alice wasn’t surprised the next day that none of the girls seemed to be aware of their nocturnal behavior. Alice felt that occult spells must be at work. This place, The Convent of Good and Evil, seemed to live up to its name. And it seemed the evil was winning. Alice thought about how this evil was infecting her with its shameful wickedness.
Not only had she masturbated herself, which the others did the same, but she’d climbed onto the bed of one of the other girls, and squatted over her upturned face, rubbing herself against the girl, using her like a masturbatory device. How could she have done such a thing? Lesbianism. It was unnatural. It was ungodly. She must stop this evil before she becomes too weak to prevent its influence.
Their very souls were at stake.
On the way to the grange, she’d sneaked into the kitchen and stolen a knife. Her plan was only starting to emerge. Maybe it was an act of desperation. But she needed to be prepared. Good must triumph, and evil must be vanquished, she thought.
The paddock was empty. The goat that had appeared in her nightmare was nowhere to be found. It gave Alice a false sense of relief. She decided she would begin her chores in the barn.
Once inside the old barn, she realized that she was being watched. Glimpses of her nightmare began to flood her mind. Images of the evil creature penetrating her. Fucking her. Sticking its horrid penis-thing into her. Stabling her with it. Her reluctance only seemed to make the animal more amorous, as it raped her against the straw bales.
”Don’t be afraid,” said a voice from the shadows.
Alice shallowed hard. It felt like deja vu. That’s when she saw the goat, Satan.
”Remove thy tunic. Lay down in the straw,” the voice said.
Wasn’t the voice coming from the animal? She wasn’t sure. Was she having another episode? No. She held the knife behind her back. Hidden from view. She backed up the straw bale and pressed the knife beneath the soft straw, hiding it from view. She pulled her tunic over her head and pretended to smile in compliance.
The evil goat approached her. Closer. It sniffed the air. Another glimpse of her nightmare. The animal’s sexual organ was huge, thick, and red in color. It throbbed in eagerness to penetrate her. To rape her. To squirt its semen into her womb. She saw the goat’s cock dripping with seminal fluids.
The black goat began to rise up on its hind legs before her.
”Don’t be so coy, young one. It’s not just what I want. It’s what you want too,” explained the strange voice, “It’s what you’ve always wanted. Come now. Open your legs wide. Yes, wider, my little whore. I can smell your arousal. You’re literally soaked in cunt juice. And all you can think of is getting my cock inside you.”
Word for word. It was her nightmare relived.
Strangely, her cunt was wet. She was highly aroused. It was as if her body wanted the animal to fuck her, whilst her mind wanted nothing more than to escape this awful thing. She felt the creature’s cock press forward, inside her. As it entered her, Alice’s fingers fumbled for the sharp kitchen knife. As the goat moved closer, she swung the blade across its genitals, slicing it off at the root!
The sound was horrendous! A screeching sound that made her close her eyes. Warm blood poured across her legs and torso. What have I done, she thought. She couldn’t look. She couldn’t move. Her breathing was ragged, she was trembling all over, and she’d begun to cry. But, as she opened her blurry eyes, Satan was gone. The evil creature was nowhere to be seen. Her body ached and was drenched in blood.
Was the horror of the day over? Had she averted the outcome of her nightmare? As she began to move, she realized something was wrong. The animal’s sexual organ was still inside her. It stuck outwards vulgarly. Despite being detached from the goat, it remained rampant, half inside her, half still exposed. The bleeding had stopped, and the severed end seemed to be looking bulbous and crowned.
Alice immediately grabbed it to pull the obscene thing out of her. But as she gripped it, it refused to move; what’s more, as she held it, she could feel her own fingers gripping it, as if it were part of herself.
Touching it only seemed to excite her body more, while her mind reeled. Desperate, she pulled on the fleshy, hard thing … trying to extract it from her vagina … but as she gripped its flesh, it quivered inside her, as if it was hers, part of her, inseparable. What kind of black magick was this, she thought. She stood up. The thing stuck outwards vulgarly from her as if it were her cock. She gripped it hard and tugged and tugged.
”Get out of me …” she screamed.
And then it happened. Her body seemed to be in overload. As much as her mind wanted it out, fingers couldn’t stop rubbing it, drawing pleasure from it, rubbing it faster and faster, harder and harder.
”Aaarghhhhhhhh, “ she groaned as she began to orgasm.
Semen began to spurt from its open tip, as her entire body quivered, as rope after rope of white-colored cum exploded across the straw-covered barn floor in front of her. She fell to her knees. Her mind was blank from the sheer power of her first-ever orgasm.
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The prayer room felt heavy and uneasy. The Reverend Mother looked the worse for wear. Her usually polished appearance had become haggard, and the dark rings under her eyes seemed to be a telltale sign of fatigue and worry. “Good must prevail,” she said to herself over and over, willing it to happen.
But at what cost? In contrast, Sisters Anita and Dominica both appeared positively radiant, refreshed, and seemed eager to conclude their nightly prayers … as if some distant calling beckoned them to secret joys undisclosed.
”I heard that something happened today at the grange,” enquired the Reverend Mother, “I visited the barn and saw blood upon the straw. Was there something untoward that happened?”
Sister Anita looked annoyed at the questioning. Of course, there was something untoward. Alice, her student, had severed the animal’s penis at its root, just as it was about to rape her. She’d spoiled the fun! Even still, the whole thing had brought the nun to an unexpectedly powerful orgasm.
The girl had seemed to be confused. Satan’s cock, had remained hard and throbbing as it protruded from the girl’s virgin cunt. The nun was so engrossed. This was beyond her sorcery. Nevertheless, evil would rule this day. The animal had vanished, but its cock had become embedded in the young student. Unwittingly, she had become Satan, and Satan had become her. It was simply incredible,
”I’m not aware of anything untoward,” pretended the nun.
Her cunt was demanding attention. Her eyes quickly glanced across at Sister Dominica’s.
”Please excuse us, Reverend Mother, we must check on the students and make sure they’ve done their evening prayers,” said Sister Anita.
”Yes, yes … of course,” answered the Reverend Mother, “I’m especially worried about the two sisters. The twins. They both seem susceptible at the moment. I feel something is up to no good; we must be vigilant. Please take care of them. They’re precious!”
”We will,” answered Sister Dominica.
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Tania slipped into the darkened dorm room. She needed to see her twin sister, Alice. The good sister … She knew that she’d done some terrible things since they’d been separated. She’d lived up to being the evil sister. She thought about Sophie, lying in the Convent infirmary. Sister Dominica had gone crazy. No. That was a lie. They’d both been crazy with evil lust. It’s a wonder that Sophie hadn’t been killed in the process. The nun had assured her that the girl wouldn’t remember a thing. Such was the dark magick of this evil place.
The dorm room was empty, except for Alice, who sat on her bed crying to herself.
“Alice. It’s Tania. What’s the matter?”
Alice looked up from her hands. Alice’s eyes were bloodshot from her weeping. She wasn’t sure how to explain herself — where to start — and how anyone would believe her in the first place.
“You … you won’t understand,” cried Alice, “It’s … it’s just too strange!”
“I know this place is fucking strange, Alice,” whispered Tania as she sat down on the bed next to her sister, “I know you. And I know you must feel awful being here. Evil and wickedness are all around us. I’ve seen it for myself. Black magick. Sorcery. Wickedness. You can tell me anything.”
“I was raped,” Alice said softly, almost inaudibly.
“Raped? By who?”
“By what … I mean it wasn’t a person … it was something else,” Alice looked hopelessly at her sister, Tania, who began to hug her.
“I know I haven’t always been there for you,” said Tania, “But this is different. When you say by what … what do you mean?”
“It was a demon … I think … in the form of a goat,” she stuttered, shaking her head, “Look, I don’t even believe it myself … but it happened!”
“Rape by a demon. Where is it now?”
“The demon is gone. The nuns called it Satan. But, it disappeared.”
The sisters hugged. Tania felt sorry for her gullible sister. She was the good one. Why would a demon want to rape her?”
Despite her sister’s awful story, Tania could help but feel aroused by it. A demon fucking her, sticking its demonic cock inside her, lusting for her, raping her, wanting to cum inside her — it sounded hot to Tania. She desperately tried not to become excited, but her cunt began to get wet at the evil thought of it.
“What did the nuns say?”
“I haven’t told anyone … except you … and there’s more … I have to show you something … awful … but I can’t do it here … is there any place we can go that’s private?”
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Tania brought her sister to the dark library. They sat on one of the long leather couches. The room was quiet, and everything was still.
Tania tried to comfort her sister, but Alice was inconsolable. She was still crying. She paid little attention to the secret door, or the narrow spiral staircase, and even the blasphemous stained-glass windows.
“Where … where are we?” she asked.
“Somewhere private. We won’t be disturbed,” answered her sister,
“I don’t know what happened exactly. But when this thing tried to penetrate me, I took a knife and cut its penis off,” she said.
“That was brave!”
“But it’s stuck. It’s stuck inside of me. Like, I cannot get rid of it. It’s cojoined with me. I look hideous, Tania. I want to die!”
“I don’t understand? What do you mean? The demon’s cock is still inside you?”
“Yes …” Alice wept bitterly.
“Show me!” she demanded.
“I … I can’t … it’s awful …” moaned Alice.
“Let me be the judge of that.”
Alice lifted her tunic, and there between her legs, where her cunt used to be, hung the demon’s cock.
“Oh my fuckin’ Gawd, it’s … It’s … beautiful!” exclaimed Tania, “Can I touch it?”
“No! No! Don’t do that … It’s totally evil. It’s inside of me. I cannot get rid of it. I’ve tried, but every time I become erect, and I orgasm so powerfully, its semen goes everywhere … I keep thinking about fucking. Fucking the nuns, fucking the other students. Even now, I’m thinking about wanting to fuck you … right now … Oh, Tania, I want to die, Tania … it’s tormenting me … I feel lustful and aroused almost all the time … it never stops … I’m a monster!”
Even without Alice’s permission, Tania knelt on the floor in front of her sister. She began to kiss the demon’s penis, taking it in her fingers and playing with it, making it hard and stiff, so that it stood upright in her sister’s lap.
“Stop … stop this … it’s perverted … ” Alice said meekly, but already, she felt so lustful, “I cannot stop myself … please go … before I do something I will regret!”
“I cannot help it …” cried Tania, her fingers had already wrapped themselves around Alice’s demon cock and were masturbating her.
”Don’t be so coy, young one. It’s not just what I want. It’s what you want too,” explained the strange voice coming from Alice’s mouth. It was as if Satan was talking through her. “It’s what you’ve always wanted. Come now. Open your legs wide. Yes, wider, my little whore. I can smell your arousal. You’re literally soaked in cunt juice. And all you can think of is getting my cock inside you.”
‘Yes! Oh, yes, Satan — fuck me!”
Tania immediately climbed onto her sister’s lap, taking the demon’s cock between her wet labia. She gripped her sister’s shoulders as she began to slide down upon the demon’s cock. The fact that it was cojoined to her sister, that this was incest, seemed only to make the whole thing even more forbidden and lustful.
“Fuck yer! Fuck me, Alice. Fuck me with your demon cock! I want your cum! Fill my womb with your evil seed! Fuck, it’s so big! Fuck me hard and make me bleed!”
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The Reverend Mother stopped pacing and addressed her jittery audience. The mood was very tense. The sisters all looked nervous, some with guilt, others with fear.
“I cannot explain it. For centuries, we have been charged to run this convent. For centuries, it has been heaven over hell. But now … a malevolent force has shifted this status quo. Don’t you feel it?” she questioned.
The sisters looked anxiously at each other, but gave no immediate answers.
“We have no choice but to fight this evil,” explained the Reverend Mother, “There is blood magick at play. The demon has found a new host. I believe it may have already possessed one of the twins. We must find her and retrain her before it’s too late. We must lure this monster out and capture it! Sister Claire, take Sister Emmanuel with you. Rally the students and keep them out of harm’s way. Sister Anita and Sister Dominica, you search the southern wing. Sister Veronica and Sister Evelyn search the northern wing. Sister Fiona and I will search the eastern wing.”
“How will we know which of the twins is possessed?” asked Sister Anita.
“You will feel it, sisters, here …” the Reverend Mother gestured between her legs, “This is a sexual demon that knows no limits. Its hunger will give away its true identity.”
Sister Anita and Sister Dominica gave each other a knowing glance.
“Once we have captured her, we must perform an exorcism immediately,” cautioned the Reverend Mother, “It’s the only way! Now go. You must all be vigilant. This demon will try to seduce you with its powerful and dark lust. You must resist, or all will be lost.”
Yes, though Sister Dominica, they would need to seek out this demon quickly and find it first, before the others. Not to save anyone, but to satisfy her own perverted needs. It seemed that both sisters had similar ideas.
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Alice stood and admired her naked form in the mirror.
She smiled to herself. She felt refreshed, alive, with an energy that she’d never felt before. Her body had changed. Horns had begun to grow on either side of her head. They were small but noticeable. She had a thin tail too. Her nipples had become thick and almost penis-like. She couldn’t deny that, at first, she’d loathed herself. She had wanted to die, rather than become this demonic monster.
Her fingers couldn’t stop touching the thing that hung between her legs. Such delights sparked as she stroked herself. These new sensations were not only addictive but seemed to only get stronger with every passing moment. Her cock was hard again, dripping with precum, as she watched herself masturbate furiously.
“Aaarghhhhhhh …” she moaned, her evil lust could never be sated.
She glanced over her shoulder at her languid sister. She felt the urge to rape her sister again. Tania’s naked body lay spreadeagled across the floor of the dark library. She’d passed out from sheer exhaustion. The demon inside of Alice, had fucked her, in all her holes. Semen leaked from her vagina, mouth, and her gaping anus.
“There you are,” said a nefarious voice from the shadows.
Alice turned quickly towards the sound.
It was Sister Dominica. Sister Anita stood at her side. Besides their wimples, they were both naked and looked hungry for sex. They’d collected young Sophie along the way, from the infirmary. They’d stripped the girl of her tunic. She was still too weak to offer any resistance to their abduction.
As they approached Alice, they both knelt, pulling young Sophie to her knees too, between them.
“O great Serpent, we have brought you a blood sacrifice. We have been humbly awaiting you … with much anticipation. We kneel before you in awe and adoration. In worship of your demonic cock. O great Goat Goddess, O great Cock Goddess, let us serve you … feed you … appease you …with our dark hearts, evil minds, and hungry loins!”
Alice felt a deep hunger. As if she’d been staved forever. She could eat this girl. Her sharp teeth could rip her apart, while she was impaled upon her ravenous cock. Then, she could fuck these nuns. Fuck them. Sodomize them. Feed them her cum. They offered her their obedience and sexual servitude. They could bring her more young girls. Yes, she liked this idea. The Convent of Good and Evil … would become simply the Convent of Evil.
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SURELY, THIS COULDN’T BE THE END? …
What will happen to the Convent of Good and Evil? Is that battle really over, or just beginning? Will the Reverend Mother, aided by the other “good” nuns and students, be able to fight back against the demon-possessed, Alice, and her “evil” worshipers? What secret weapons can the Reverend Mother call upon to restore order? Will Alice eat Sophie as she fucks her to death? Will Tania turn against her twin, dark become light, to save the day? Let me know what you think … XP
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