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Sister Felicity - 1 
by D'Angelico Mysterioso (admin@designsbydangelico.com)

***

Sister Felicity a young nun in the Convent of The 
Sisters of Chastity is discovered in her cell, 
inflagrante-delicto and given over to the feared 
Monsignor Dupre' for "correction and imposition of 
penance". (MF, reluc, 1st, mast, oral, mc)

***

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 gutter-wench.

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 with every one.

Then she began to realize that even though there was 
pain, it was not excruciating. The blows were not 
raising bloody welts 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 ecstasy. 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 delirium. 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 rhythmic, 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 Monsignor."

"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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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