Sister Felicity

Part One  Initiation



Sister Felicity sat alone in her cell in the convent
of The Sisters of Chastity, waiting for a summons from
her Mother Superior.

She'd only recently completed her novitiate and taken
the final vows with which she had become a "bride of
Christ".  Her journey to this place and time had been
a difficult and painful one.

Raised by a domineering shrew of an Aunt, she'd been
sent to the convent to be rid of her "perverse and
depraved" urges after being found in a very amorous
and quite naked state with a stable boy.

It had not been her first trouble of an erotic nature. 
Six months before the encounter in the stables her
Aunt found Felicity and her eldest daughter poring
over the pages of a very graphic collection of erotic
images and "experimenting" with each other.

After a deriding tirade in which all the blame fell to
her, Felicity endured a savage beating and a night
spent on the cold floor of the scullery.

She had thought of running away, but did not know
where to go.  In the end, it didn't matter, her aunt
packed her up one day and sent her here to the Sisters
of Chastity.  And now she found herself in trouble
again from her seemingly insatiable lusts of the
flesh.  Another book, ironically given to her by the
same cousin, "Erotica Universallis".  A book she had
hidden away and smuggled into the convent.  A book
with illustrations and descriptions of sexual
depravity so real that she was filled with shame even
as she looked at it when she was alone in her cell,
touching herself, her breasts, the nipples swollen and
aching, the inside of her thighs, her pussy, which
always seemed to be wet.

Then last night, in uncontrollable throes of passion,
looking at those arresting images, touching her naked
body, dreaming of being in the arms of a strong man,
being taken for his pleasure, the unthinkable had
happened.

Sister Constance, burst into the cell.  Sister
Constance, with her rheumy eyes, who wreaked of
sausage and garlic, who looked at her with lust and
who she had rebuffed time and again, flung the door
open and delivered an ultimatum.
Submit, or be exposed.  

She chose the latter, but now in her fear and shame
she wondered if she couldn't have stood it if only for
a little while.  Still, she knew it was no use, it
would only have been the beginning.  Better to face
the Mother Superior and do whatever penance was
required.

Then came the knock she had been dreading.  The door
opened and Constance's leering face was telling her to
report to the Mother Superior. 

"Don't think you will be getting off with saying a
Novena or two, my little duckling.  Oh no, she's
sending you to the Monsignor."

Felicity's eyes widened at this.  Monsignor Dupre' had
a reputation that was feared by all the young novices
and nuns.  It was rumored that one girl had gone mad
after enduring his sentence of punishment and penance.

"That's right, Monsignor Dupre'", she spat.  "After
you've endured his attention for a while, you'll be
begging to come to me."

Terrified, but not wanting to show it, Felicity glared
at her and pushing past, hurried down the stairs only
to be followed by Constance's cruel laugh.


Felicity knocked on the door and a voice said,

"Come in"

Opening the door, she saw the Mother Superior sitting
at her desk, the book in front of her.

"Come in Sister"

Felicity closed the door behind her, crossed the room
and started to kneel in front of the desk.  

"Get up child, you don't have to kneel before me. 
It's not my lash you have to fear."

She was surprised to hear the gentle tone in Sister
Benedict's voice.

"That's right, if it was up to me, you would be
spending a week on your knees or prostrate in front of
the altar, asking for our Lord's compassion and
understanding, but it's out of my hands.  Someone told
the Monsignor about your urges and now he demands to
see you.  So I'm afraid you must follow me."

Picking the book up, she led Felicity out of the
convent, across the cloistered courtyard and into a
side door of the abbey.

They came to the end of a long dimly lit corridor,
where Sister Benedict handed the book to Felicity and
pointed to the door barely visible at the end of the
corridor.

"God bless you my child," she said and turned away
leaving Felicity standing in abject fear, facing an
uncertain fate.



The corridor seemed a mile long and by the time she
reached the door, she was clutching the book tightly
to her breast, knuckles white, breath gasping, knees
weak.

She knocked as softly as she could and a strong male
voice said,

"Enter"

Opening the door, she stepped into a large room as
dimly lit as the corridor.  The light was so scarce
she could barely discern the extent of her
surroundings, the walls seemed distant.  

There was almost no light except for two large oil
lamps on a desk.  The polished marble surface gleamed
in the golden light of the lamps and seemed to float
in space.  Beyond the floating plane of stone sat the
figure of a man wreathed in shadow. 

The figure spoke,

"Come forward"

Barely able to move, she forced herself to walk across
the dark room, the fear a palpable taste in her mouth,
tongue dry, breath catching in her throat.

"What do you have there?" the figure asked.

She couldn't answer, the words stuck in her brain. 
Standing a foot from the marble desk top, she lay the
book down as a sob escaped her lips.

The figure slowly leaned forward, and she almost
screamed from the fear of what she would see, but as
the light fell on his features, the cry stopped in her
mouth.

The man before her was no ogre, no brute, stern
looking yes, but not cruel.  His features, while not
strikingly handsome had a refined form that was
pleasing to her eye.  The hair, close cropped in the
manner of a prelate, dark with bands of grey at the
temples, the forehead, high and broad and lined now
with concentration.

He was looking intently at the book she had lain in
front of him, the cover illustration explicit in it's
detail of a couple in passionate embrace.

His eyes left the book and met hers for the first
time.  She looked away, but he commanded her to look
back.  Turning her gaze to him she looked at his eyes,
which were large and brown, soft eyes, thoughtful
eyes.  Holding her there with his stare a slight smile
briefly crossed his lips.  Then the stern look of the
disciplinarian returned.

"Where did you get this book Sister?"

"I, I ....."

"Can't you answer a simple question, girl?  Where did
you get it?"

"I brought it with me from home Monsignor."

"Who gave it to you?"

"My cousin Monsignor."

"The same cousin who was more than partially
responsible for you being sent here?"

"What Monsignor?"

"Don't look surprised girl, I know all of your
history.  Your Aunt, included along with a sizeable
dowry to the abbey a detailed written account of your
exploits, with the express wish that we keep you here
until you were cured of your, perverted compulsions to
the sins of the flesh".

"What compulsions Monsignor..."

"Don't try that with me child, I see it in your eyes,
I see it in the pages of that book.  I know what you
do alone in your cell at night."

The image of Sister Constance listening outside her
door flashed through her mind.

"Do you think I don't know what that book contains?"

As he asked the question, he reached across the desk
and opened the book.  It opened to an illustration of
a man and woman, his face between her legs, knees
pulled back to her chest.  The man's tongue seemed
serpent like, buried in the woman's quim and she had a
look of pure lust on her face.

Again Felicity tried to look away, but was told to
look back.  Another page turned, another illustration,
of a woman on top of her lover, his cock buried inside
her to the base, her buttocks spread wide opening her
pussy to his thrust and her anus to view, his balls
drawn up, filled with cum ready to explode inside her.

Another page turned and another and another, all
images that were already burned in her mind and as she
stood there still in fear, she began to become
aroused, the juice flowing from her slit, soaking the
inside of her thigh.

Rising from behind the desk, he picked up a slender
bamboo cane from the corner.  Coming around the desk,
he stood behind her and ordered her to her knees.

Kneeling down, she pulled the hem of her habit up
without realizing that it exposed her feet and ankles.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Stockings and the shoes of a strumpet?  Did you bring
these with you as well Sister?"

"Yes Monsignor."

Using the cane, he moved the fabric up her legs, past
her knees and to her thighs, almost to her buttocks.

"Get up."

She rose and as she did he ordered her to bend over
the desk.  She did as she was told, placing her palms
on the cold marble.  He reached over and turned the
book so it was just under her face, opened to a
picture of a woman masturbating, fingers deep in a
swollen pussy.

Lifting the hem of her habit up over her ass and onto
her back he noted that not only was she wearing the
stockings and shoes of a whore, but she had on no
undergarments, the mark of a true gutterwench.

Just as the words of a reply formed in her mouth, the
first lash fell on the soft flesh of her ass.  A
stinging sensation shot through her, straight up her
spine and into her brain.  Then the second lash fell,
and another after that.  As he continued, he ordered
her to turn the pages in the book.  Barely able to
move, she complied. 

Page after page turned, image after image, and the
lash fell wiith every one.

Then she began to realize that even though there was
pain, it was not excrutiating.  The blows were not
raising bloody welps like the strap of her aunt. 
Instead, with every strike there was a thrill of
excitement, that was quickly turning to intense
pleasure.  The images in front of her face only
heightened the sensation of ecstacy.  She became wet,
so wet that the juice from her pussy flowed freely
down her leg and gushed with every contact of the rod.

Her ass was red now, but not bruised, not really
painful, but sensitized to the point of delerium.  She
knew that the slightest touch would send her over the
edge into oblivion.

He seemed to sense it too, for he stopped.  

She lay across the stone, panting like an animal,
sweating from every pore.

"Stand up." he ordered.

"Monsignor, I, I can't...."

"Stand up!"

She rose, with some difficulty.

"Turn and face me."

She turned to face him and he removed her cap.  Then
he moved on to her bodice, where he loosed each button
with a deliberate motion that spoke of disdain and
desire at the same time.

When he had finished, the heavy garment fell to the
floor, leaving her exposed to his gaze.  

More than just the cheeks of her ass, now her whole
body was on fire, breasts swollen, engorged to the
point of aching, nipples protruding, charged as if
with electric energy.

Reaching behind her, he grabbed the book, now open to
an image of a woman's face, mouth full of an erect
cock.

He held the open book up to her face till the picture
filled her entire field of view.  

"Does this excite you Sister?  Have you wondered what
it would feel like to have a man's cock in your mouth,
his seed leaking out onto your tongue?  Not the measly
dick of a stable boy Felicity, a man's strong cock."

"Kneel before me!"

She fell to her knees and there, within inches of her
face, rising from his open cassock was his straining
member.  Shaft, hard and extended, the head so
engorged with blood it was deep red, almost purple, a
drop of cum leaking from the blood red slit in the
end. Veins distended wrapping around and down the
shaft to his balls covered in hair the same salt and
pepper as that on his head.

He didn't ask, or command.  He just put his hand on
the back of her neck and pushed his cock into her
mouth, which opened to him readily.....

She took him in her mouth, greedily, completely,
tasting his cum as he told her, now leaking freely out
of him.

He was right, the encounter with the stable boy had
been child's play compared to this.  She had been
curious then, sucking the boy's youthful cock
reluctantly.  

But now, she wanted this man's hard cock in her mouth,
in her throat.  She relished the feeling as he slowly
pushed in, almost to the point of gagging her.  His
member, while not small, was not overly large, and she
almost laughed to herself at the absurdity of her
thinking that it was a perfect fit in her mouth.

This thought passed quickly as she released herself
into pure lust again.  The thought of being on her
knees with this strong commanding man insistently
pressing his swollen prick into her throat sent waves
of excitement rippling through her body.

His movements now became more rythmic, long steady
strokes and she began to suck him as he pulled back.

At this she heard him draw a long slow breath and say,

"Yes, Felicity, that's it, suck it.  You do it so
well, like you were born for it.  Suck it, suck the
seed out of me."

He was well and truly fucking her mouth now, his
thrusts getting stronger, more out of control.  She
felt she might not be able to contain herself much
longer, when she literally felt the head of his cock
expand in her throat.  At that instant she reached up
and gently but firmly grabbed his balls.  As she did,
the first spasm hit and a torrent of cum exploded from
him.  

Felicity could not believe the sensation, the
wonderful salty taste as his cum hit the back of her
throat and then filled her mouth.  No sooner than she
could swallow it another gush filling her mouth again,
then another and another as a low guttural moan
escaped his lips.

As the last drops of his cum leaked out onto her
tongue he pulled out of her sucking mouth and reached
down to turn her face up to meet his gaze.

"You've learned a lesson today haven't you, Felicity?"

"Yes Monsignor."

"And what is that lesson?"

"That I will do anything you tell me to do Mosnignor."

"That's correct.  And now you can return to the
convent where I want you to think about that and
anticipate my next summons."

"Now get dressed and leave me."

"Yes Monsignor."

He closed his cassock and returned to the other side
of the desk, sitting again wrapped in shadow, just out
of the lamp light.

As she finished putting herself back together under
his gaze and turned to go he spoke again.

"Don't worry about Constance anymore Felicity, I'll
keep her in check.  She understands that I am very
territorial."

"You may leave now."

"Yes Monsignor."

She turned to leave the room and he said

"Felicity”

Turning back she answered,

“Yes, Monsignor?”

“Don’t’ forget your book.”


END OF PART ONE