Feature Title: THE FIRST BOOK OF THE MERCIFUL NUN 3

Published: 30.04.2010 / Copyright© 2010 by Charm Brights / The author has asserted moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Story Codes: Religious, Nuns, MF, FF, NC, Coercion, DomSub, MaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, First, Anal, Pregnancy

Synopsis: A clever child from a very poor family in the latter part of the 19th century is accepted into the Convent but is then seduced by a worldly Novice. She is sent to the College of Correction and Redemption where she finds herself playing the whore for randy clerics who have all manner of sexual and Mdom ideas. After eighteen months of this she is returned to her convent, pregnant. Subsequently she uses the knowledge she gained during her time as a sexual and SM toy to gain preferment.

Author’s Notes: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between any of the characters depicted herein and any real person, living or dead is wholly a matter of Nature imitating Art. There is not, and never was, a College of Correction and Redemption, or any similar establishment. The city of Dublin portrayed in this novel is not the one in Ireland in the early part of the twentieth century.

 

The First Book of the Merciful Nun 3

Chapter 21: Statue

As the first few weeks passed a number of different visitors came to call; Sister Lucia was transformed into Molly, provided pleasures for them, and then returned to being Sister Lucia. Her duties continued to include pleasuring Monsignor Flavin, and he now used her vagina as well as her mouth, and frequently pushed a finger into her arse as he fucked her.

Then a visitor came who introduced her to a new variation. He had asked for her to be dressed as a young lay woman, in the blouse and skirt, but without the frilly apron. She had nothing on underneath the specified clothes, since nothing had been mentioned. When he saw her he looked startled, but made no comment. He was a tall, spare man with thinning hair, older than Molly but not, she thought, old enough to be her father.

“You don’t seem in the least shy about your duties?” he asked.

“Sir?” was all that Molly could think of to say.

“The lack of underclothing,” he explained.

“Oh. Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir.”

The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man’s penis. Molly had not felt able to look closely at this, but the visitor evidently knew all about it.

“Well, since you seem to have no shame, take off the skirt but retain the blouse. It will be even more provocative than nude, I think.”

As she obeyed, Molly blushed because, as he had intimated, she felt more naked than if she had been unclothed.

“Lie on the bed with your legs in the air, and we’ll see how this little beauty suits you,” the visitor’s voice sounded ominous.

Molly obediently lay on her back and pulled her knees up to her chest, holding them there with her hands.

“Please, sir, what does it do?”

“Ah; then you have not experienced this before?” he asked.

“No, sir,” Molly said, wondering what, exactly, it was for.

“Well, what I do is oil you thoroughly,” said her visitor, suiting his actions to his words and pouring baby oil liberally on, and into her vagina.

“Now you can accept this easily, I hope.”

Indeed the strange dildo slid easily into her body, leaving the handle protruding. The visitor pumped it in and out for some moments and Molly thought she felt the first stirrings of her build up to shuddering, but then he removed it, and she felt empty.

“Now, a little more oil,” the visitor commented as he oiled her bottom, making sure some went right inside her.

“Then the pleasure,” he said as he slid the device, with some difficulty, into Molly’s most private aperture.

It hurt a little, even though she was doing her best to relax and let it in. Once inside her rectum, it was turned several times to seat it comfortably, and Molly began to accept its presence. In truth, it was less painful than Monsignor Flavin’s fingers had been, or her “Papa’s” penis.

This visitor started to fiddle with the handle of the dildo, muttering, and then the pain came. Suddenly Molly felt the device expand inside her, pressing the walls of her rectum apart in a most agonizing way. She cried out to him to stop, and he did so.

“Now you understand how it works, I think. It can be enlarged up to several times its original size. Curiously, it was our Mother the Church who invented it, or to be more accurate, that part of the Church called the Supreme Sacred Congregation of the Roman and Universal Inquisition.”

“The Inquisition?” she stammered.

“Indeed, the Inquisition,” her visitor replied, to her horror, “I am told they used two at once, front and rear, to obtain confessions from witches. Unfortunately I have never been able to find another one, so I can’t try that, but one makes the Merciful Nun scream quite well.”

With that he turned the handle a little further, and Molly screamed in pain.

As the afternoon wore on, Molly experienced more pain than she thought possible, and finally was much relieved when her visitor released his little toy and removed it from her anus. He then proceeded to use her vagina in the normal way, though her rectum hurt far too much for Molly to get any pleasure from it.

“The pity is,” said the visitor when he had finished inside her and she had licked him clean, “that Monsignor Flavin won’t let me use my device properly. I can only open it half way, for fear of damaging the Merciful Nun beyond repair, and for your first time I was adjured to open it only one third of the way. Look.”

He held his toy up and opened it to one third.

“That is what you took, and even that made you scream most satisfactorily.”

He opened it further, as Molly watched the end unfurl itself with horror and loathing.

“That is half way. I shall give you that next time,” he promised, reducing Molly to whimpering with fear.

Releasing her from her bonds, he said, “Now it is your turn. I have hurt you, and that is a sin. To be purged of that sin, I must be hurt in my turn.”

Handing Molly the knout, he lay face down on the bed and said, “Twelve, I think.”

Molly felt very uncomfortable wielding the knout on her visitor, even though he praised her for punishing him. Whenever he visited Molly, and she hated and feared those visits, Sister Lucia would always feel the need for a session of self-flagellation in the privacy of her cell later that evening.

 

Chapter 22: Handcuffs

Although he usually sent messages via the servant girls, Monsignor Flavin came to Sister Lucia’s cell in person to tell her to expect a visitor in an hour or so. She was to go with the servant girl carrying a dress and change into it. The servant would then take her habit away and return it after the visitor had left.

In Molly’s room she quickly undressed, no longer embarrassed at the presence of the servant, and slipped on the dress. Since there were no underclothes, she assumed she was to be naked under it, and this was not unusual; many of her visitors wanted her to be bereft of underwear. Well before her visitor was due she was ready for him, dressed in a shabby frock which had seen better days, and which was not a normal part of her costume.

Several visitors had met and used Molly in her room at the College of Correction and Redemption but none had used any form of restraint on her, and she had more or less forgotten the handcuffs in the dressing table drawer, when a short, wiry man with sparse ginger hair knocked at her door and introduced himself as Declan. He seemed surprised that Molly was waiting for him sitting on the bed.

“Did they not tell you?” he asked.

“All I was told was that a real gentlemen was to visit me,” she said, trying to flatter him, and wondering what Monsignor Flavin had forgotten to say.

“Oh well, I suppose you’ll remember next time. I like to find you on the bed, fastened down, but I suppose I’ll have to do it myself,” he grumbled.

Taking four sets of handcuffs from the dressing table, he quickly clipped her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the brass bedstead, taking care not to touch her flesh at all, so that she was spread-eagled face up, quite unable to prevent any liberties he might wish to take with her body. As he did so he explained that she could do this herself as long as she remembered to fasten her ankles first.

When all was ready, he went out of the room for some minutes; then Molly heard a knock at the door.

“Come,” she called, realizing that he wanted to start his visit again, with her properly in place.

In he came and stood beside the bed looking her up and down for some moments. He took off his overcoat and carefully hung it in the wardrobe before returning to the side of the bed.

“Well, well, well,” he said, “You do seem to have been a naughty girl, don’t you? You must have tried to run away or they wouldn’t have restrained you like that.”

As Molly went to plead her innocence, being the part she expected to have to play with him, he interrupted her with a strict admonition to silence. Slowly removing his suit, he again hung the jacket and trousers neatly in the wardrobe, which Molly noticed was completely empty.

Returning to the bed, he delved in his underwear and produced a short, fat, but evidently very solid erection. Molly assumed that he would use her mouth or her body and she started to dampen in anticipation of the lovely shudder a thick gentleman could offer her.

Still being careful not to touch her flesh, he lifted her frock clear of her body and in one well-practiced movement, tore it from hem to neck. Pulling the bottom of it sideways, he dragged most of the torn garment from under her and then tore it again, leaving only the minimum of material attached to the sleeves which, of course, he could not remove. Placing the length of cloth he had thus acquired over her belly, but leaving her breasts and private parts exposed, he climbed above her on to the bed and knelt straddling her belly and facing the head of the bed.

Holding his erection in one hand, he pumped vigorously, and in a very few minutes jets of sticky liquid fell across her breasts, with the first, and strongest pulse just landing on her chin.

As his erection subsided he climbed off her and fetched a chair to the side of the bed near the foot. Sitting on this, he proceeded to pull out some of the hairs from her private parts one at a time, leaving most of them, but causing her considerable pain as each was wrenched from its roots.

After amusing himself thus for some little time, he climbed above her again and settled himself between her thighs. With one thrust he was deep inside her body and Molly expected him to start to move; indeed she hoped for it, because she was close to shuddering. However, all he did was release her right wrist and sit back, still embedded firmly inside her.

“You may now have your lunch,” he ordered, “But not a word mind.”

With her one free hand, Molly scooped up the cold sticky liquid which adorned her breasts and popped it in her mouth. Although she usually enjoyed eating men’s emissions, his had had time to cool and now felt slimy and nasty, not at all like the warm salty fluid she enjoyed. She managed to get it all into her mouth, but Declan realised she had not swallowed it and demanded first that she open her mouth, then that she swallow, and finally that she open her mouth again to show it had gone.

Apparently he found this routine exceedingly exciting, because she felt him shuddering inside her, and she too reached that glorious state. Before she had recovered her senses, Declan had jumped off her, and quickly fastened her right wrist to the same bedpost as her left, so that she was forced to lie mostly on her side.

Approaching her face, he suggested, “It might be a kindness if you were to clean me.”

Opening her mouth wide, Molly managed to accommodate his girth in her lips and to lick his stickiness. As she did so, she started to suck on him, but feeling this he pulled away and stuffed himself back into his underwear. Unclipping her left ankle, he took it across the bed and clipped it to the same bedpost as her right, twisting her face down as he did so. This left her rosy bottom fully exposed to his gaze, as was her back; only her shoulders were concealed in the torn remnants of her frock.

Her first hint of the next phase of his pleasures was when the knout landed on her bottom cheeks with some force.

“You are a wicked woman,” he declared, “Tempting me like this; wearing no underwear.”

He lifted the remnant of her dress up and away from her shoulders, dropping it on the back of her head. The next blow did not land on her shoulders, as she had expected, but across the tops of her thighs. That was a tender spot, and all the more painful for the surprise; Molly cried out in pain, but this seemed to annoy her visitor.

“I told you to be quiet,” he hissed, “You are to be punished in silence.”

Taking the torn cloth he had used as a saddle, he wrapped it twice round her head as a rough gag, and tied it tightly at the back.

“There, perhaps that will help,” he said.

Her then returned to his flagellation of the unfortunate woman and she felt five or six more blows from the knout. Evidently this had reinvigorated him, for she felt his weight on her back and his erection between her legs. Thrusting between her thighs for as few moments, he reached a third climax, and sprayed the bedding, since he had not managed to enter her on this occasion, but seemed content to rub himself between her thighs. This was very painful as his underwear rubbed on her sore flesh, and she was relieved when he rose from the bed.

She heard him dress and the door close behind him. Lying there helpless, Molly waited and eventually a servant girl came into the room.

Freeing Molly’s hands, she spoke, which was very unusual, “You could easily have freed yourself. I thought you were bathing.”

Taking the torn remnants of the dress away, the girl left Molly to her bath, to dress herself and return to being Sister Lucia. Over the months her private parts became less and less hairy as Declan visited from time to time, but she never got used to his peculiarities, and feared his visits, as she did the majority of her duties.

 

Chapter 23: Surprised Visitor

Her next experience was more surprising than pleasant for her. She was again dressed in a simple housewife’s frock, buttoned right down the front, over the sensible brassière and knickers when her visitor came in. He was much younger than her previous visitors, only two or three years older than herself, and she could understand a she surveyed his solid figure that he would have had temptation from every young woman, and some not so young, in his parish.

“Oh,” he said, surprise and shock written across his features, “Er … I think I’m in the wrong room.”

Though Monsignor Flavin had been careful not to let them meet, Molly knew that her predecessor’s name was Gertrude, and this look of surprise was because Gertrude had returned to her convent.

“Gertrude has returned to her former house,” she said by way of explanation, “You are not in the wrong room; Monsignor Flavin would not permit that to happen.”

Then she branched out even further from the strict obedience to her Master’s injunction not to ask questions.

“What would you like me to do, or what would you like to do?” she asked.

The priest appeared to be considering this for a moment and then he asked, “What may I do?”

“Anything at all,” she replied, causing his trousers to tent noticeably.

He moved across the room towards her and reached for the button at the top of her dress. She moved adroitly away and closed the door.

“There, that’s better,” she said and walked back to where he stood.

Lifting his hand with one of hers she placed his hand on the neckline of her dress. Taking the hint he again started to unbutton the front of her dress, beginning to reveal the lithe young body beneath it. When he had reached the waist level, she shrugged the dress off her shoulders so that it was held up only be her hips. Two more buttons and it slid to the floor, leaving her standing clad only in brassiere and knickers.

Father Reilly gazed at this vision, so different from the pregnant Gertrude of his last visit, and wondered exactly how he had been so lucky as to be given this young woman as a plaything. He quickly undressed, leaving his clothes strewn about the floor. While he did so, Molly stood still and allowed him to look time and again at the slim bellied body which would soon be his toy, to fuck, to sodomize, to punish, to … anything. He almost came at the thought of it.

As he removed his underwear he revealed a firm, clean erection which Molly was not unwilling to suck; in fact she quite looked forward to it. However, that was not to be. For him, being sucked had merely been a stepping stone to fucking his little playmate, a necessary step in the process of seduction. No persuasion was needed her; he could go straight to the fucking he wanted, or perhaps the sodomy whose delights Gertrude had offered him.

Naked he reached behind Molly and unsnapped her brassiere … except that there was no fastening there. He was at a loss; Heather’s brassieres had always had a fastening of some sort at the back. Defeated there he put his thumbs in the sides of Molly’s knickers and pulled them down to her ankles, whereupon she stepped out of them. As he straightened up he realized that she had removed her brassiere herself.

Seeing his puzzled look, she explained, “It fastens at the front.”

His experience with women had really been quite limited. Missionary position with Heather and standing beside the bed with Gertrude were all he knew, so it was a surprise to him when Molly knelt on the bed on hands and knees, her breasts and hair hanging delightfully and moving slightly as the bed rocked.

Inexperienced or not, his body knew what to do, and in seconds he was kneeling on the bed behind her, buried to the hilt in her vagina. Only a few seconds after that he was utterly ashamed as he shot his load into her womb even before he had started to fuck her properly.

Young men are not very well equipped to suffer emotional set-backs, so he sprang off the bed and dressed in considerable haste and practically ran from the room, leaving Molly totally unsatisfied and very much afraid that he would tell Monsignor Flavin that he had not been please. However she heard nothing from he Master, so she assumed that he had said nothing.

 

Chapter 24: Ecstasy

There was one visitor whom Molly knew she would never forget. Even Sister Lucia remembered him, and she forgot most of Molly’s visitors as quickly as she could. It was his general nastiness which made him memorable. The first, and only, time he visited her was some twelve months after her arrival at the College of Correction and Redemption, and Molly had settled into a routine. Sister Lucia would receive word of a visitor and what she was to wear; leaving her cell she would slip easily into the Molly persona and trot lightly along the corridors, wondering if she could guess which visitor it would be, or whether it would be someone new. Wondering, also, how many times she would shudder, and whether she would be whipped or caned afterwards. She much preferred the whip, because it sometimes caught her in her most private places and that could make her shudder as well, which the cane never did.

Some of her visitors were readily identifiable by their request for particular garments to be worn. The visitors never had names, so she had to invent nicknames for them in her own mind. The ‘Kind Man’, for instance, always wanted her dressed in simple clothes such as an ordinary working class young wife might wear; the Bishop always wanted a nun’s habit with no underwear, and so forth. She knew that this was someone who had not visited before, because she had never been asked to greet someone wearing only a thin slip, with neither underwear or a dress. She guessed there would not be much play-acting with this visitor; he would, as some of the others did, simply use her and go. The contrast with ‘Papa’ who had visited her three times and always wanted an elaborate charade of a school girl in the evening, and who always stayed the night, could not be greater.

Although her room was always warm, and a cheerful fire burned in the grate, Molly shivered slightly as she sat on the bed wearing next to nothing, but it was a shiver of fear. Why she feared this visitor she did not know, but fear him she did, before she had even set eyes on him. She stood up when a short man, several inches shorter than she, came in to the room.

He said nothing at first, but looked her up and down, and then turned away and started to undress, thinking, ‘So this is the new one. Not bad looking and not very pregnant, if at all.’

He was ordinary enough in appearance when he turned back, naked and already aroused, but the way he looked at her made her think of unspeakable acts, and unbearable pain.

After a few moments he snarled, “Well. Get it off.”

Molly understood well enough and pulled the slip over her head, standing naked before him and fighting a wish to cover her breasts and private parts with her hands. Truth to tell, she wanted to run into the bathroom and shut the door.

He waited, wondering why she made no move to kneel before him.

“Get on with it,” he ordered.

“Sir?” she asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“Harrumph. I thought you had been trained,” he snorted, “Kneel and suck me.”

Quickly she knelt before him and took his engorged member in her mouth and, as she had learned over the months swallowed the head of it into her throat.

“Better,” said her visitor, and grabbed great handfuls of her hair and proceeded to use that as a pair of handles to move her head back and forth as he wished.

The pain was excruciating, and she thought it would be so much better if he would just let her move freely. She knew that she had learned to be an expert at making a man shudder with her mouth, and this visitor was most unfair in not letting her show him her skills.

Just as he was about to shudder, he dragged her head away from his body and pulled her up, still by her hair, until she was upright. She was sobbing with the pain by now and the tears were running freely down her face.

“You should be crying, you wicked woman, tempting men like that. I felt your tongue trying to get my seed from me. Spawn of the devil you are,” he said with disgust in his voice.

Then she knew it would be a difficult visit. The men who reviled her always made problems, and usually gave her pain in unusual ways. The pleasant visits were those from men who simply accepted what she was and what she did, used her, punished her, and then went on their way. Men who called her names invariably beat her nearly senseless before they left. She shrugged mentally, knowing that it was God’s will that she was here, doing these things, and had been incarcerated here for a long time; she would simply have to bear whatever happened.

Still dragging her painfully by her hair, he threw her against the edge of the bed so she fell on the mattress face down with her legs hanging over the side.

As she made a move to climb on to the bed a vicious slap on the rump was accompanied by a brusque order to, “Stay there.”

She felt her bum cheeks being spread and braced herself for the inevitable entry into her bottom. It wasn’t as bad as it might have been, because her saliva on his member lubricated his entry, but he made no concession to her comfort, ramming himself deep into her and pumping away like a steam engine.

‘At least he is holding me by my hips, and my poor scalp can recover, ‘ she thought, ‘I thought he was going to pull all my hair out.’

Again he did not last long, and again he pulled out before reaching his climax. Bending down and grabbing her foot he hoisted her on to the bed and turned her over. Pushing her legs up close to her head he bent her double, and then landed on top of her with all his weight, knocking most of the breath out of her. Apparently the fact that he did not achieve instant penetration was her fault, because he slapped her hard on the side of her head.

“Put it in, stupid woman,” he shouted in her ear.

This she understood and reached between them to adjust his position. Before she had time to pull her hand back he was pounding into her with considerable force. Her arm was trapped painfully between them with her elbow digging unpleasantly into her belly. Mercifully it was not many moments before he shuddered hard and long, deep inside her. She regretted that she had never been anywhere near shuddering herself, but she had realized that this was unlikely the moment he had grabbed her hair.

Surprisingly, he did not roll off her as she expected, but remained buried inside her, without much diminution of his size. She had never met a man who did not shrivel to a limp little thing after shuddering and as she wondered about this she felt her own climax approach and peak. As it did so her body clamped to him, she moaned and then screamed her ecstasy aloud.

When she had quietened down, he was still inside her, and commanded, “Do that again.”

“What, sir?” she asked.

“That gripping me, and moaning thing. It was most acceptable pleasure for me.”

She was about to say that she couldn’t just shudder to order when he moved slightly inside her and she felt it start again. She moved her hips slightly and she was off on another swooping journey into pleasure. She moaned and cried out as a second shuddering made her feel weak and yet fulfilled as he still lay buried in her belly, a little larger now.

“Again,” he ordered.

Much to her amazement, her body complied and again she went through the build-up, shuddered and screamed. This was amazing; she had never shuddered more than once, and it was usually only by a deliberate effort on the part of the man. Then she realised that he too was shuddering for a second time, and after that he shrank until he fell out of her, leaving an empty feeling. She was suddenly apprehensive; what would he want now? Could she stand it? Would he visit her again? All the pain in her hair and bottom was forgotten in the delicious tingling of three glorious shudders.

She was jerked back to reality as he dragged her by one arm and bent her over the chair arm.

‘Here comes the beating, ‘ she thought, but she wasn’t prepared for the next few moments.

She never watched her visitors selecting the instrument of punishment which they intended to use. She would know soon enough if it was to be the cane or the knout. One visitor had surprised her by dripping hot wax from a candle on her bum, but that was more of a surprise than any great pain, since the wax cooled very quickly.

Her entire back and her bottom suddenly flared in agony; red, raw, gut wrenching double agony such as she had never felt before. She let out a high-pitched wail which would have done credit to a factory whistle, but only briefly because she passed out.

“Oh dear,” said her visitor aloud, then he thought, ‘silly thing has passed out. Not much use having a Merciful Nun who can’t take severe discipline.’

He lifted her from the chair and dumped her unceremoniously on the bed, face down. To one side was a washstand with a jug and bowl, so he lifted the jug, which as he expected, was empty, and went into what he remembered was a bathroom. Filling the jug with cold water, he returned to the bedroom. Seeing that Molly had recovered consciousness and was sobbing quietly on the bed, her put the jug down and hastened back to the bedside.

With the knout in one hand and the cane in the other, he delivered another double blow, lower this time, so that the knout reignited the fire all over the skin of her bottom and the line of agony across her thighs from the cane made her think he had broken both her legs. She swooned again, and was only half conscious when he splashed some cold water on her buttocks and back. In her confused state the pain was as if he had dropped boiling water on her, and she passed out again.

Seeing her there, face down and unconscious with enticing red and white patterns on her skin was too much of a temptation for the visitor to resist, even had he intended to do so. His erection was as rigid as ever. Quickly pulling her to the edge of the bed, he let her legs drop to the floor, leaving her bum sticking up in the air. Molly was coming round again as he grabbed her bottom cheeks and roughly pulled them apart, eliciting another anguished wail from his unfortunate victim.

She screamed again as his belly hit her sore skin when he thrust deep into her vagina again and pumped enthusiastically, her weak pleas for him to be careful and not to hurt her merely inflamed his desire. He pistoned in and out of her with considerable gusto and soon achieved another orgasm. When he had finished pumping, he pulled out of her and wiped his penis on the bedclothes. Dressing quickly, he left the room without so much as a backward glance at the young nun he had just used so cruelly.

As he left the room, nature took its course and one of his sperm reached one of her eggs and made her pregnant, though naturally neither of them knew it.

 

Chapter 25: Maidservant

It was almost a week after the visit from the man she thought of as ‘the Man with Two Hands’ before Sister Lucia had another call to become Molly. This time the sheer blouse and tiny skirt were laid out on the bed, with the apron and the silk stockings. She noticed that the silk drawers she loved to wear were not there, so she assumed she was not to wear them.

Dutifully, Molly put on the sheer blouse, and the tiny skirt, tying the apron round her waist. The silk stockings felt lovely on her legs and she stroked them into place several times, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running up her legs, and of the silk beneath her fingers. When she stroked the blouse that too was a thoroughly pleasant feeling and her nipples rose to rigid peaks. They, and her aureola, could clearly be seen through the sheer silk and she blushed to think what she must look like. The skirt fitted nicely round her waist but it was no more than eight inches from waist to hem and she didn’t need a mirror to tell her that the tops of her legs, the under curves of her bottom, and the tip of the triangle of hair on her belly peeped out under the edge of it. She pulled the skirt as low as she could, but it hardly helped at all, and she knew that as she walked all manner of things would be visible, and when the visitor bent her over the chair, as she expected he would, then there would be no need to move the skirt, she would already be fully exposed.

‘It is fitting, I suppose, that I wear these things, ‘ Molly thought, ‘For I am really a whore, no matter what the learned men say about helping the priests, and being Christ’s representatives and entitled to lie with a bride of Christ.’

Just then the door opened behind her and her visitor came in.

When he saw her turn to face him he gushed, “Oh, I say. I was expecting the Merciful Nun to be here and all I find is a maidservant. How nice. Perhaps she will keep me company while we wait for the Nun to appear.”

Molly was confused as to whether this was play-acting with which she should go along, or a genuine mistake which she should correct. She wasn’t given time to work this out, as the visitor reached out and cupped one breast firmly in his hand.

“Oh what a lovely nubbin,” he said and bent to suck it through the silk blouse.

Then she knew that it was a charade, and not a mistake. She cradled his head and stroked his hair as pleasurable sensations went directly from the nipple to her belly, making her damp. She had had this feeling before when some of the visitors liked to suck her breasts, but never to this extent.

‘It must be the silk blouse, ‘ she thought, ‘I must remember that.’

Slowly, without releasing the nipple at which he was suckling, her visitor backed her to the bed and down into a sitting position. His hand was now gently caressing her other breast and he leant over her to push her down into a prone position on the edge of the mattress. His other hand was fumbling with his own clothing and Molly soon became aware that he had freed his penis and was rubbing it as it lay close to her head on the mattress.

By twisting herself in a fairly uncomfortable position, she managed to get her mouth to a position where she could take him in and tease the tip of his member with her tongue. Evidently this met with approval because it stiffened and lengthened deeper into her mouth. His hand left her breast and moved to the back of her head, pushing her even more awkwardly towards his groin, because he had not relinquished his firm sucking of her nipple.

‘It can’t be comfortable for him, ‘ she thought as the muscles in her back began to ache in protest at the unnatural contortions being imposed on them.

Just as she thought it was becoming really uncomfortable, he released her breast and stretched out beside her, with his head nearer the foot of the bed and his erection pressed deep, almost to her throat. She felt what little there was of her skirt being lifted up on to her belly and his hot breath was on her most private places. For a moment she thought he might be going to lick at her in the manner that Marie had done in the Convent, and as no visitor had done here in the College. It was not to be, however, as the man rolled her body so that she was lying almost face down, but with her head sideways and sucking as though she were hungry for his seed.

The visitor’s hands smoothed the flesh of her bottom as though gently pressing the creases out of a non-existent cloth covering. Then his fingers dipped between her thighs, which she opened to allow him free access to her more private parts. As she had hoped, he did not spank her immediately, but pushed his thumb inside her while fingering her nubbin. The excitement this caused her encouraged her to redouble her efforts to suck the seed from his body. Molly almost succeeded in this enterprise, but at the last moment, as she could feel the muscles in his body contracting in readiness for a strong eruption, he stood up, pulling himself unceremoniously from her mouth.

As he quickly removed his clothing, he remarked, “The Merciful Nun seems to be delayed, so the maid will have to take her place. Just lie on your back my dear, no need to undress.”

‘With no drawers and precious little skirt, I suppose not, ‘ thought Molly as she complied, raising her legs high and wide to reveal all of her secrets.

Her visitor wasted no time on preliminaries and thrust deep into her, pausing only for a moment before pumping hard as though to finish inside her. Molly was in considerable ecstasy because of her visitor’s vigorous attentions, but knew better than to complain when he again withdrew at the last moment.

Rolling her over again on to her belly and pulling her legs unceremoniously off the edge of the bed, she was soon positioned perfectly for what she realized was the next phase of his pleasures. He was going into her bottom. This was confirmed when she felt him spread her buttocks and a little cold oil was trickled into her crack. Again he spent little or no time on preparing her for his assault, and it was painful as he thrust himself past her sphincter and deep into her rectum. His fingers returned to her nubbin, however, and the pain was soon forgotten as she bucked and heaved against him in a most enjoyable shuddering climax. Her completion started him on the final thrust into her, and she felt her bowels flooded by a copious spend.

After he had shrunk out of her bottom hole, he stood up and Molly allowed herself the luxury of lying where she was, enjoying the after throbbing of her own pleasure. Her quiet self-indulgence was rudely interrupted by a swishing sound and the arrival of a sharp cut from the cane across her proffered rear end.

CRACK!

“Ow,” she protested, unable to stop herself.

CRACK!

“Good,” her visitor said, “Let that teach you not to take your mistress’s place.”

Punctuating his homily with further strokes of the cane he continued, “Some…”

CRACK!

” … servants nowadays think…”

CRACK!

” … they are as good as their…”

CRACK!

” … employers and take liberties,…”

CRACK!

” … such as rolling on the…”

CRACK!

” … mistress’s bed with the mistress’s lover…”

CRACK!

” … well it won’t…”

CRACK!

” … do. It won’t…”

CRACK!

” … do at all.”

The visitor had not spared his strength at all, and Molly was in floods of tears and her poor bottom was smarting more than it had for a long while.

“Come on,” he said, “Snap out of it. On your knees and clean me up.”

Molly sank to her knees like an automaton and licked and sucked his penis, cleaning off his out-flowings, and hers, and some traces of her night soil. It tasted not too bad, on the whole, she considered. He had had the decency to bathe before visiting her, which was far more than could be said for some of her regulars. She hoped he would come again, but he never did.

 

Chapter 26: All Bad Things

Almost a year had passed after Molly first received the Bishop into her vagina to deflower her when the inevitable happened and she finally missed her monthly flow. Two months later the midwife confirmed that she was pregnant. Molly had no way of knowing exactly which of her visitors had brought this about. Though there were good reasons why some of them were undoubtedly blameless, she herself was so ill-informed that she was not even sure whether or not anal intercourse could cause pregnancy. In her own mind she dearly wanted the father of her child to be the visitor she had nicknamed ‘The Kind Man’, so she decided that was what had happened. Since nobody ever cared enough to asked her, it did not matter in the least that she held this steadfast and erroneous belief.

Monsignor Flavin allowed her to continue receiving her visitors until her distorted belly made sexual congress very difficult for her partners, and she was reduced to offering oral or painfully distorted anal satisfaction only. Some visitors, such as her ‘Papa’, whom she had long ago realized was the Archbishop, no longer visited her at all.

Then Monsignor Flavin called her to his study late one evening.

“Sister Lucia, I shall be sorry to see you leave us, but your replacement is ready to take over,” was his abrupt opening to the conversation.

She sat there silently, completely dumbfounded by this statement. In her mind the two personae, Molly and Sister Lucia, fought for control. Years of training won, and Sister Lucia dismissed all thought of Molly, except as someone of whose sins she had been painfully aware, and whose problems she had taken upon herself.

With a confidence born of months of dealing with different strange men, Sister Lucia demanded, “And where am I to go, in this condition? On the streets as Molly, I suppose.”

“Oh dear me, no,” said the Monsignor, “Most definitely not, think of the scandal. Your Convent will welcome you back into the fold, sinner though you are. Your child will be delivered there, and sent for adoption. You will resume your life as Sister Lucia for the time being at least, and for the rest of your life if you wish.”

“You said that my successor was ready. Have you done this often before?”

“Of course, my child. You did not imagine that you were unique did you? There are many such as you who enter, or are sent into Convents for reasons other than having a religious vocation, just as there are many priests who choose the Church as a good career rather than believing that they have been called to a lifelong duty, and especially lifelong celibacy.”

“Well and good, but if I am to become Sister Lucia again, may I do so at a different Convent?” she asked.

“I’m sorry. You will still obey and go where you are sent. However, I think you will find that the Mother Superior will welcome you with open arms, if you understand me,” he replied.

A vision of Mother Superior’s ugly, frowning, mustachioed face and bulky habit floated before her mind’s eye. For the first time she realized how the woman had come to catch her with Marie; she had been prowling the corridors on her way to or from an assignation of her own! She wondered about the body that habit concealed. Doubtless she would find out very soon.

‘At least with her, I won’t get pregnant again, ‘ she thought as she nodded her acquiescence and understanding.

Monsignor Flavin was speaking again, and Sister Lucia realized she had not heard a word of what he said.

“I beg your pardon, Monsignor?” she murmured.

“So it’s Monsignor again, and not Master is it? Not quite so fast, Molly. I said, before you go I’ll have one more go at those lovely tits and you can swallow one more load of my shuddering, as you call it.”

Sister Lucia dropped her eyes to the floor, and said quite clearly and firmly, “No, Monsignor Flavin, that is all over. Molly is no longer here, only Sister Lucia.”

He moved towards her and she wondered for a moment if he intended to force her, but he merely held out his hand to take her elbow and escort her to her carriage.

To be sure, as he did so the back of his hand rubbed on the side of her breast, but she thought, ‘Poor man. Let him have his fumble. He’s probably got another silly girl to train and it must be hard work, ‘ so she made no protest as he cupped it gently for the last time.

 

Chapter 27: Return of the Prodigal

The journey from the College of Correction and Redemption back to the Convent was again in a closed carriage under the cover of darkness. She was met at the door by the Reverend Mother herself and escorted straight to the infirmary.

“You will stay here,” the older woman ordered, “Until your child is born. Then, and only then, will you be allowed back into the company of decent nuns.”

“Reverend Mother…”

Waving away Sister Lucia’s attempts to ask questions, she continued, “As to your long term future, if you behave yourself and do not bring scandal upon us, you may remain a nun. From time to time I shall require your presence in my study, but otherwise all your past misdeeds are forgotten. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Reverend Mother, quite clear. May I ask what will become of the child?”

“You may not,” snapped the Mother Superior, then seeing the young nun’s eyes fill with tears her voice softened and she added, “Rest assured it will be cared for properly, but you will never see it.”

Sister Lucia’s confinement was long and painful, and by the time her child finally came in to the world she was near death herself. She never knew whether it was a boy or a girl, for no record was kept in the Convent. It was only some years later that she discovered that such infants were treated as orphans and sent to Church orphanages with false histories, usually of having been found abandoned on the steps of the Convent…

Six weeks in the infirmary, cared for by nuns for whom attending the needs of the sick was their true vocation, worked wonders for Sister Lucia’s health. Then she moved back into her own cell, one much nearer the Mother Superior’s study than her old one.

It was not long before the summons came which she had been dreading. It was with much trepidation that she walked the few steps along the stone passage to the study of the Mother Superior who was, she assumed, about to become her tormentor also.

In the study she was surprised to see that Marie, in the habit of a professed nun, was there as well as the Mother Superior. It was the Sister who spoke first.

“Hullo, Lucia. I made my vows and I’m Sister Angelica now. How are you?”

The greeting was clearly very difficult and sounded stilted and rehearsed. The Reverend Mother simply sat and said nothing as the nun continued, stumbling over her words a little.

“I hope you are well, and that you will co-operate in future. The Reverend Mother has said we can see each other from time to time, as long as we keep her happy whenever she wants it.”

She stopped and looked pleadingly at Sister Lucia, who made no comment or move. Inside Sister Lucia was furiously thinking that she had perhaps exchanged one purgatory for another.

Coming to a decision, she addressed the Reverend Mother direct, “You mean that if we come to your bed whenever you feel the need, we can bed together whenever neither of us is needed?”

“You are very blunt, my child,” said the old woman, “But I suppose the College does that to a woman.”

After a short pause she continued, “Yes. I have my bodily needs, and you two will satisfy them. What you do together, I shall not inquire … provided that I do not hear of those activities from another source. If either of you refuses, then I shall expel both of you.”

Sister Lucia had been on the point of refusing, but was now faced with an obvious dilemma. Sister Angelica had been the Mother Superior’s plaything for two years now and clearly accepted that; if she refused to join the two in their activities then the younger nun would be disgraced also, and through no fault of her own. It did not take her long to decide.

“Very well,” she said to nobody in particular.

“Lock the door,” the older woman ordered, “and strip off, both of you.”

The two complied, and each felt memories flooding back as she saw the naked body of her former lover for the first time for two years. The next order shocked both of them.

“Now pleasure each other on my bed, while I watch.”

Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly the two women came close together as they moved to the bed. Their hands touched first and then they were in each other’s arms, hugging and kissing each other on the lips. Sister Lucia’s tongue sought entry to Sister Angelica’s mouth in a demanding fashion she had learned at the College, and was admitted. Thus entwined, they fell on the bed, and the watching Mother Superior was forgotten as they revived old pleasures which both had missed.

After a while a third body joined them and the two young subordinates worked together to bring the Reverend Mother to a most sinfully ecstatic climax.

 

Chapter 28: Change

Some years later, the elderly Mother Superior passed away, as old ladies inevitably do. The Novice who was on her knees sucking the elderly woman nearly died also, because the massive heart attack threw all her considerable bulk on to the Novice, knocking her to the ground and banging her head hard on the unyielding stone floor.

There was much discussion as to who would become the Mother Superior, with several of the older sisters firmly considered as the only possible candidates. The process of selection was well defined; a suggested new Mother Superior would be elected by the Sisters from among their number, by a secret ballot. It was forbidden for them to say for whom they had voted, or to canvass votes on behalf of themselves or anyone else. A Monsignor O’Leary representing His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop would hear the choice of each of the forty-odd Sisters in the confessional and would convey the consensus to the Archbishop, who would confirm the choice, or not, as he saw fit. It was unusual for him to overrule the vote, but he could order a second vote if he considered the selected nun to be incapable, perhaps because of extremely advanced years, of bearing the burdens of running a convent.

When it was Sister Lucia’s turn in the confessional to make her choice, she asked the Monsignor, “Is it your duty to convey what is said here faithfully to His Eminence?”

“Of course, Sister, that is my sacred duty.”

“And will you do that, no matter what the message?”

“Yes, Sister, I will.”

He sighed, thinking, ‘Another one who wants to put in a negative, anyone but Sister X, vote.’

There had already been two of those, against different nuns.

“Then tell His Eminence,” Sister Lucia paused for an instant as though gathering her courage, “Tell His Eminence that his daughter has been a good girl at school and expects her Papa to reward her.”

“I beg your pardon?” said the astonished Monsignor.

“I am sure you heard me, and I am sure you will convey the message correctly,” she replied.

xxxxx

When he met the Archbishop to discuss the elevation of one of the Sisters to Mother Superior of the Convent, Monsignor O’Leary duly reported that three quarters of the Sisters had requested that Sister Veronica be elevated to Mother Superior.

By way of light relief, he added, “Some of the Sisters are quite mad, you know, sir.”

“Really, Monsignor? What makes you say that?”

“Well one of them asked me to give you a personal message which was quite inappropriate.”

The Archbishop felt a sudden premonition of trouble, so he asked, “What message? It is your duty to pass any such on to me. You should perform your duties without sitting in judgement on these pious ladies.”

Monsignor O’Leary realized that he had been rebuked, and hastened to say, “Her message was to the effect that you had a daughter, sir.”

“And what of my daughter, who does not exist of course?”

“She said to tell you that your daughter has been a good girl at school and expects her Papa to reward her. I don’t understand it.”

“I do,” said the Archbishop gloomily, “I will have to think about this for a couple of days.”

xxxxx

Some days later, the nuns were told that the election result had been indecisive, and that the Archbishop exhorted them to think again, pray, and select again. The Archbishop had given Monsignor O’Leary very explicit instructions this time.

In the confessional for the second time, Sister Lucia asked, “Did you convey my message?”

This relieved Monsignor O’Leary greatly, for he had been wondering how he could spot the nun whose message had caused His Eminence such consternation It was difficult when the confessional was dark, as the nuns all looked the same to him in their habits and wimples, and he doubted he could tell their voices apart.

“I conveyed your message, and His Eminence commanded me to ask which college his daughter attended?”

“The College of Correction and Redemption.”

That was the right answer and he was mystified by it, because he had never heard of it and the Archbishop had not offered to explain.

“His Eminence commands me further to ask that you cast a proper vote this time, naming the Sister who you believe should become the new Mother Superior.”

Sister Lucia gathered all her courage and said, “Sister Lucia.”

“Thank you Sister.”

Three days later, in a special mass, prostrate on the floor before the altar where the Archbishop himself was presiding, Sister Lucia was, to the surprise of all the Sisters present except herself, elevated to be Reverend Mother Lucia. Her own mother, now in her sixties, sat in the visitors’ gallery and cried to think that her daughter was pure and holy enough to become a Reverend Mother at the unusually early age of forty-one.

Less than a month after taking control of the Convent, Reverend Mother Lucia contacted the College of Correction and Redemption, rather surprising the elderly Monsignor Flavin by reminding him of her time there. It was agreed that should the opportunity arise, she could and would supply him with suitable ‘students’ for the College, and that in return he would mention to His Eminence, the Cardinal Archbishop, that the Convent was now in the hands of a sensible and compliant Mother Superior. He also was quite willing to supply the Reverend Mother with one of the sheer silk blouses from a maidservant’s costume such as she had worn occasionally during her stay at the College. He did not ask why she wanted it, nor for whom.

 

Chapter 29: Vespers

Reverend Mother Lucia walked silently along the corridor towards the cell of Sister Marie; the two had remained lovers since Sister Lucia had returned from the College of Correction and Redemption, just after Marie had taken her vows eighteen years earlier. From the cell of Sister Elizabeth, a pretty young nun of nineteen whom Reverend Mother really found most attractive, came the unmistakable sound of a female orgasm, followed by an anxious voice exhorting silence. Throwing open the cell door, the Reverend Mother was greeted by the sight of two naked female bodies, Sister Elizabeth and the thirty-five year old Sister Immaculata.

As she entered, both realized who had interrupted them, and Sister Immaculata grabbed her habit to hide her nakedness. Sister Elizabeth could only try to wrap herself in her blanket.

“Sister Elizabeth, you will come with me, now. Do not bother to dress, you have disgraced the habit too much to be allowed to wear it. You can walk with me to my study naked,” said the Reverend Mother with a look of outrage on her face, “Sister Immaculata, you will return to your own cell and pray for forgiveness. You will attend me in my study in two hours.”

Taking the younger miscreant by the ear, painfully, she swept from the cell, releasing the weeping Sister Elizabeth to trail along behind her. The Reverend Mother’s stern expression very effectively hid the excitement in her innermost core at the thought of punishing these two severely.

‘The younger one can go to Monsignor Flavin, just as I did, ‘ she decided, ‘A spell on her back with men doing all manner of things to her will soften her up nicely. Meanwhile Sister Immaculata can do penance by servicing me, and indulging my little whims. It will be nice to have one to whip occasionally without fear of her complaining.’

In her study, Reverend Mother Lucia looked the naked girl up and down, noting the young firm breasts and the entrancing triangle of red hair covering her private parts, slightly darker than that on her head. This was going to be a very pleasing two hours, for the tormentor at least. She wasted no time on small talk.

“You, a filthy child of Satan, can leave the Convent tonight. Out of Christian charity we will give you a shift, and a pair of sandals, but that is all.”

Sister Elizabeth burst into floods of tears and begged the Reverend Mother to let her stay. She offered to do any menial jobs that the Mother Superior wished to impose on her, and to do any penance, and to live on bread and water, if only she could stay.

“Furthermore, before you leave, I will scourge you thoroughly,” continued the implacable older woman, taking up a knout from her prie-dieu, “Go and kneel beside my bed and lay your vile body forward over it.”

Sister Elizabeth did not move, but continued to plead. Reverend Mother Lucia swung her arm and the knout landed across the back of the young nun’s bare legs, causing her to scream, but she moved quickly to the appointed position. As she moved across the room and knelt beside the bed, her breasts and bottom bounced in a truly delectable way, and it was all the Reverend Mother could do to keep from touching either her young victim or her own sopping wet body.

The older woman put down the knout and took up her cane. She moved a chair to a convenient position beside her bed, where she could sit and still deliver the thrashing which was to come, yet within easy reach of the tender young flesh if she leant forward just a little. She watched with interest as Sister Elizabeth’s buttocks clenched and unclenched in anticipation of the pain to come. The Mother Superior had all the time she needed, so she waited patiently until the frightened girl relaxed a little.

‘Nobody can keep their muscles clenched tight for very long, ‘ she thought.

Sure enough after half a minute or so the muscles which had twitched her target so delightfully stopped their dance. The older woman struck with devastating speed.

THWACK!

A narrow line of red appeared across the buttocks, but no sound came from their owner. The pain was so great and so sudden that she could not draw breath to scream. As her face started to turn blue, the Mother Superior had mercy on her.

THWACK!

A second line of abused discolored flesh appeared and had the desired effect; Sister Elizabeth drew in a breath and let out an enormous howl of pain which redoubled as the Reverend Mother rubbed at the damaged skin to be sure it was not bleeding.

As she stroked the tempting spheres before her, she asked, in a kindly voice, “Will you go back to your parents’ house?”

“N-no Reverend Mother, I cannot do that. They disowned me when they sent me to the Convent, and I have neither seen nor spoken to them since,” replied the nun, puzzled by the kindness in her superior’s voice.

THWACK!

The cane spoke again, across the upper part of her lower back this time, expertly applied so that the line of agony was close to, but not touching the first two. More howls followed, and the Reverend Mother was beside herself with conflicting desires, to console the girl physically, and yet to hurt her even more.

Again the voice was deceptively kind, “What will you do then, in the middle of the night, in a poor area of the city with no home, no food, no money and almost no clothes?”

“I-I d-don’t k-know,” the girl stammered.

“Perhaps someone will be kind enough to take you home with him, and to feed and clothe you while you spend your days praying,” came the rejoinder, no trace of sarcasm in the tone of voice, “Of course, he will expect some little things of you in return. Can you guess what they might be?”

THWACK!

The cane fell again, and this time the body on the bed half rose in the air as the backs of her thighs took the blow.

“Down. Stay down,” snapped the torturess unfeelingly through the girl’s piteous cries for mercy.

When relative quiet was restored, the kindness came back into the voice, “Do you know what your benefactor would want you to do?”

“N-no, Reverend Mother,” she replied.

“He will want you to warm his bed for him, and to lie on your back while he impales you between your legs and gives you a baby every year for as long as you can conceive,” the Reverend Mother’s tone made it sound like washing-up, then she continued equally sweetly, “Or he may prefer to enter your mouth with his thing, or maybe he will go into your bottom.”

Taking up the knout again, she reached forwards and spread the twin cheeks of the nun’s bottom with one hand, pushing its handle into the young nun’s dark puckered entrance, “In here!”

Another scream came from the young throat as two inches of the handle went into the dark entrance. It was removed quickly and the Mother Superior rose. Grasping the hair of her victim, she twisted the child’s head sideways and pushed the brown stained wood into her mouth.

“Go on, lick it clean. The stains on it came from within your own body, so they are yours,” ordered the older woman.

After she had licked the handle clean, Sister Elizabeth collapsed on the bed, sobbing, and the Reverend Mother watched her for some minutes. When calm was again restored, Sister Elizabeth was a little surprised to see that the Mother Superior was also naked.

Lying on the bed, Reverend Mother Lucia said, “Come and show me how good you are at pleasuring a woman, and I may be able to think of another possibility for you. A different way for you to survive.”

Sister Elizabeth moved slowly over to the bed and surveyed the naked body of her superior. She was now being asked to perform sexually with someone to whom she did not feel any emotional tie. This was difficult for her, as her experiences previously had all arisen naturally from a close friendship which had ripened slowly into sexual activities. Now she was asked to lick and suck the intimate parts of a woman’s body which she had never seen or touched before; a woman with whom she had never had a real conversation. She took a deep breath and knelt beside the bed. Leaning forward, she put out her tongue and tentatively touched the older woman’s slit with the tip of it.

Afterwards the two women lay there for some time, one on the bed and the other on the floor, recovering from the extremes of passionate excitement. Eventually, the Mother Superior rose and donned her habit. Sister Elizabeth followed suit, donning the shift she was offered, and when they were both dressed the Reverend Mother sat behind her desk.

“Now let us consider your future,” she said, “First you must accept that there is nobody who will want to pay you in the outside world to do anything you do in here. Children do the menial tasks in the household, and nobody pays anyone else to pray. All you can expect is to be some man’s plaything if you are lucky, and a street harlot otherwise.”

Sister Elizabeth sat and stared at her, knowing that what she said was probably true.

Then the Mother Superior continued, “There are times when the Church has a use for sinners. For those priests who cannot, or will not observe the rule of celibacy, the Church in its wisdom prefers to provide female company of its choosing.”

Sister Elizabeth drew in her breath as she realized just what this meant.

‘Can that possibly be true?’ she wondered, ‘The church providing harlots for sinning priests. Surely not?’

“I see you doubt me,” the older nun said, “There is no need to do so. I can assure you that the Church does this. I was one such for almost two years. During most of the time I lived as a solitary nun in my cell in the College of Correction and Redemption, but from time to time I was in a different room as the consort … sexual partner … of Church approved visitors.”

There was a pause as Reverend Mother Lucia let this sink in.

“If you are amenable, you can go there yourself for a while. It is, I assure you, preferable to being turned out into the cold and darkness wearing only a shift and a pair of sandals. Will you go there?”

Sister Elizabeth was no fool, and had been brought up in a fairly worldly household, and a wealthy one. She knew she had no skills which might allow her to make a living, and that she might well starve to death before finding a husband, so harlotry seemed the only choice. The Mother Superior made this College of Correction and Redemption sound positively enticing as an alternative.

Sister Elizabeth was then aware that her private parts had become heated and moist at the thought of giving herself to a man, or a succession of men. She decided to try this College, and to throw herself on her family’s mercy if it proved too sordid. She did not even begin to guess how sordid and painful it might be; nor how much she might enjoy being used by a succession of men. She nodded her agreement.

“The things I learned at the College of Correction and Redemption helped me tremendously as the years went by,” said the Mother Superior, “It was a true purgatory on earth, but I came out of it much stronger. Go to your cell now, and you will be fetched.”

 

Chapter 30: Sister Immaculata

After the young nun left, Reverend Mother Lucia fell into a reverie as she remembered her time in the College of Correction and Redemption, her subsequent recovery in the Convent, and above all recalling how useful it had been when the old Mother Superior died four years earlier to be able to persuade His Eminence, the Archbishop, her ‘Papa’ when he had visited her at the College of Correction and Redemption, that she was the best person to take over, young though she was for that office. Perhaps Sister Elizabeth would follow the same route, perhaps not. Certainly the erring priests who would have the opportunity to meet her at the College of Correction and Redemption would not be disappointed in her looks and figure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Sister Immaculata scratching at the door for admittance.

The Sister stood before her Mother Superior with her head bowed in shame so far that her Swiss wimple threatened to fall off. The Reverend Mother thought she was the very picture of abject disgrace. A memory of the naked body of the Sister before her floated in her mind. It had only been a brief glimpse before the two miscreants reacted to her presence, but it presented a picture of plump breasts, sparse hair on her belly which was glistening with the outpourings of her shuddering, rosy skin on her thighs, and a look of ecstasy on her face.

She started with a terrible threat, saying, “Sister Elizabeth will be gone from this House tomorrow, and I am trying to decide whether you should also leave us. What could you, thirty-five years old and a nun for this last number of years, do to earn your keep in the outside world?”

“I don’t know, Reverend Mother,” Sister Immaculata sobbed.

“Since the Free State was formed last year,” Reverend Mother Lucia continued, “work is hard to find for the men, let alone a woman whose main duty for the last fifteen years has been praying. Would you sell yourself on the streets? Who would want an old woman when young girls are available for a few pennies or a crust of bread in these wicked times?”

Sister Immaculata just cried pitifully, horribly afraid that death from starvation would soon be her lot. Having shown the Sister the metaphorical stick, Reverend Mother now offered the carrot.

“Well, I will tell you what you will do,” the she said firmly, “You could be permitted to stay here provided you remain a perfect nun to all the other Sisters. You will not touch another Sister, not even so much as to allow your hand to touch hers as you pass her bread in the refectory. When I call, you will come here to my cell and do whatever I wish, understand? Whatever I order, you will obey me. If you do not obey, or if you fail to be the perfect nun in everyday life, I will expel you. This is your only chance.”

“Thank you, Reverend Mother, thank you. I will be good, and I will obey, I promise you.”

“Good. You can start by taking off all your clothes. I intend to punish you with the knout on your naked body.”

The guilty nun stared at her superior for a moment, blushed, and then slowly took off her habit. When she was naked, Sister Immaculata was surprised to be given a blouse to put on which seemed very thin and smooth; then she recognized it as the finest black silk. Standing before the Mother Superior wearing only this sheer garment, naked from the waist down, Sister Immaculata found that showing her private parts and the wispy growth of hair she had on them was nothing compared to the embarrassment of having her bare breasts covered by this shockingly indecent garment. It was much worse than being naked.

“You like having your breasts stroked, from what I hear,” said the Reverend Mother, “well, I shall stroke them for you. Hands down at your sides.”

Trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation, Sister Immaculata obeyed and stood stock still as the older woman’s hands smoothed the material over the plump breasts whose nipples were by now rock hard. The contrast of her Mother Superior still being fully dressed beside her also added to the Sister’s chagrin. Her blushed extended over her entire skin by now.

“Silk makes the sensation much more delightful than bare skin contact, don’t you think?” asked the Reverend Mother as she cupped, stroked and teased the younger woman’s breasts.

“Y-yes, Reverend Mother, it does.”

Although that was the truth, at that moment she would have agreed with anything the older woman said.

“Tell me, did you lick little Sister Elizabeth’s private parts?” asked her inquisitor.

Sister Immaculata could not answer aloud; she just nodded.

“Answer me!” snapped the Reverend Mother.

“Y-yes, sometimes, Reverend Mother,” stammered the nun.

Pulling the blouse over the astonished Sister’s head, Mother Superior remarked, “You may be allowed to wear this again, another day. Now tell me what you two did, in detail.”

“We stroked each other’s bodies … breasts, and kissed. Sometimes we turned round and kissed each other’s … parts.”

“Good, then you will know how to please me. Kneel and show me how skilled you are.”

Lifting her skirts and opening her legs, the Reverend Mother revealed to Sister Immaculata for the first time that she was naked beneath her habit, no slip, no drawers, no stockings, nothing.

As Immaculata’s tongue found Molly’s pleasure bud, the older woman sighed, and then brought the knout down on the kneeling woman’s bottom. That was just the start of Sister Immaculata’s long night…

THE END OF CHAPTER 30 (PART 3)