Carolina Returns to the Lord
by Mesmer's Bauble
mc; Ff; bF; FF; F+g; bg; Ff+; Fg+; Mf+; Fdom; Mdom; mast; oral; anal
As Carolina drove her beat up '97 Camry up the winding single lane road that curled through the hills she felt a warm joy filling her heart. At 24 years old, few of her friends could have said they had decided exactly what they wanted to do with their lives but after the past eight months back home she had no more doubts. The warm yellow, red, and orange leaves lining the road filled her with a sense of warmth, as if she was being welcomed home already. Carolina cracked the window and let the cool fall air fill the car. The whole scene seemed to be such a stark contrast to the empty branches and gray sky that had covered the hills and valley when she left last February, unsure if she would ever return. It was almost as if she was receiving a sign from God that she had returned to her path.
Carolina Nguyen had attended catholic schools from pre-k until high school and had always felt a strong connection to her spiritual side. Well, except for that year and a half in high school when she had dyed her black hair blue and purple, worn heavy makeup, dropped out of school, called herself Raven and hooked up to a 37 year old biker dude... However it wasn't until she had been abandoned by 'Mammoth,' when she was left alone and confused about her place in life, that Sister Ascenza had reached out to her and helped her back onto the righteous path. With the Sister's help she had been able to mend her relationship with her parents and even graduate on time. During her senior year she decided that she wanted to follow in her mentor's footsteps and become a nun.
Her parents hadn't been thrilled, they wanted their only child to go to college and make something of her life, but they were both religious and they saw how faith had guided her back to them. So they agreed to let her pursue her calling. Once she had turned eighteen she approached Sister Ascenza, who agreed to help her as she tried to discover if becoming a nun was the right path for her or if she was just superficially enamored with the idea of devoting herself to God.
As her car made the turn off the main road and headed upwards she could see the chapel belfry peaking up through the trees. She glanced at the digital clock on her dashboard and frowned slightly. It was 12:07 and the bell should have been rung at noon calling the sisters and the children to midday prayer. She was further down the mountain seven minutes ago but the convent bells had always echoed throughout the wooded hills. It wasn't totally unusual for the bells to be late but it was uncommon and Sister Mary Catherine had always been very strict about it. She was still about ten minutes from the convent, the roads were narrow and they wound around the mountain, so she decided that she would open both windows and keep here ears open.
It was a small thing and she told herself it meant nothing, it was silly to let it ruin her good mood. She had been communicating with Mother Superior via email just the previous night and the kind older woman had told her that whole convent was thrilled she had decided to return. Still, the peace she had been feeling earlier was broken and even when, four minutes later, the bell finally tolled, the uneasiness remained.
During her discernment, Carolina spent the better part of three years speaking with nuns from various orders, visiting convents, attending retreats, and in long periods of prayer. She consulted with Sister Ascenza often and,on her recommendation, she also spent time with her friends as well. She told Carolina it wasn't enough just to learn what her life would look like if she decided to take her vows, she also had to look at what else was out there for a girl her age.
She audited a few classes at the community college, went to clubs, even dated. Carolina was a stunningly beautiful Asian girl with long silky hair and modest curves so she had many different guys trying to catch her attention but most were turned away when they found out she was studying to become a nun. They either falsely assumed she was a prude or were scared she would leave them. Matthew Lynn had seemed different. He was smart and funny and a deeply passionate man who she grew to love deeply but as happy as he made her something inside always felt off. She felt like she was trying to force herself into a mold that wasn't the right fit. In the end she had turned back to her faith and everything clicked. It had broken Matthew's heart when she told him she finally decided apply to join the Sister Servants of the Divine Heart of Nazareth. He told her he understood but she knew he felt rejected. He couldn't understand that he had been the most difficult thing to give up, but she had to follow her true calling.
She had looked into many different orders but in the end she found herself starting her aspirancy at the same convent where Sister Ascenza had taken her vows. Many things lead to the decision, including their order's philosophy, the beautiful old building, the warm welcoming sisters, and the young orphans they raised while they worked to find them homes. The four weeks of her aspirancy, where she lived with the sisters at the convent, had been some of the best in her life. They seemed to agree. Her calm and kind nature and genuine faith was a good fit with their own so she was accepted into a postulancy.
As she rounded the last of the curved road she came to the gates of the Divine Heart Convent and Academy, the name embossed in brass on the lintel. Her first instinct had been to grab her cell phone to let them know she had arrived but then she remembered that the convent was right at the edge of the US National Radio Quiet Zone, so she had no signal. Instead she parked outside the gates and walked up to the old buzzer that had been bolted on the tall stone walls that wrapped around the property. Divine Heart was not a cloistered convent but its isolated location and walled property sometimes made it feel that way. Pressing the button she could hear the tinny buzzing on her end and after a few moments the gates swung open inwards.
As she drove slowly through the gates she looked up and took in the large Victorian building that made up the convent and the chapel. The old stone construction was over a hundred years old with a tall bell tower in the middle stretching twice the height of the rest of the building. It was very well maintained and if it wasn't so modestly decorated it could easily be mistaken for a manor. The attached academy building was newer, built in the 1940s but it had been designed to blend into the manor's architecture.
There was no sign of anyone on the grounds, which wasn't surprising as it was in the middle of noon prayer. Carolina drove her car slowly down the drive and smiled at seeing the well manicured gardens again. She pulled around the back of the building, towards the parking area, and took in the rest of the grounds. The large lawns that stretched to the back wall were painted into fields for the children to play in. There was a greenhouse still filled with brightly colored flowers even this late in the fall, and a labyrinth path which she had always enjoyed walking when she prayed. Carolina sighed to herself, the place still felt like home.
As she pulled her car into the parking area, she saw the few communal cars that the sisters shared all in a row. They were next to the large van they used when shopping or if they were going to host an activity back in the city. A small bus, painted white, was perfect for taking the children on trips and the large riding mower was sitting under a covered tarp to keep it dry when it wasn't in use. As Carolina got out of her car, brushing her hands down her front to straighten her modest blouse, she caught sight of another vehicle tucked away behind the large gardening shed.
Curious, she stepped away from her open truck and was shocked to see a sleek black Mercedes Benz parked up on the lawn, clearly meant to be out of sight. Her brow furrowed in confusion as her mind tried to come up with some reason such an expensive vehicle would be parked in the convent's private lot.
“Carolina!” A bright a cheery voice rang out through the previously silent grounds. She turned to find Beatrix running towards her from the open side door. The eleven-year-old girl's face was split with a wide smile as she ran towards across the gravel drive. Her long blond hair whipped out behind her and her bright blue eyes sparkled with joy. She was a beautiful child and anyone could see she would only grow more so as she grew up. Her white blouse was buttoned wrong with her navy blue sweater vest open and her tie half undone. She was still in her summer skirt, a white and blue tartan pattern, not immodest but too short for this bite of chill in the air. She pumped her long gangly legs and Carolina bent down to catch her up in a hug as the girl swung her arms wide “You're finally back!”
During her postulancy Carolina continued her religious studies and prayer along side a few other women around her age. Angie was a heavyset black girl a few years her senior who had been a novitiate for a year or so and was preparing for her first vows. She was allowed to wear the tunic and scapular. The traditional black and white outfit looked very natural on her and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she would be taking her final vows eventually. She seemed to have no doubts and helped Carolina just as much as any of the sisters when she was overwhelmed with the magnitude of the commitment she was making.
Nicole was almost a perfect opposite of Angie, a year younger then Carolina and still in the middle of an extended aspirancy. She was a lanky girl with pale skin and stringy red hair. Carolina was often the one guiding her, sharing the advice that Sister Ascenza had given her. In the end Nicole made her choice and entered her own postulancy right around the same time that Carolina was made a novitiate.
As much joy as she had found with the convent, she found just as much joy working with the children in the academy. Despite how odd it seemed in this day and age some people still abandoned their children with the order, though it wasn't by leaving a basket on the convent's steps. The academy was a small orphanage with seventeen children that called the dorms their home. Most were girls, as the convent had old rules that would not let them take care of boys past the age of 10, but there were still five boys living there when Carolina had begun taking her turn helping to raise and educate the children. The sisters always tried to find homes for their charges but most often the boys were sent to a private school connected with the order when they turned ten with the girls following around fourteen because the Divine Heart Academy only ran from K-8.
She loved all the children dearly but three of them, Beatrix, Jacinta, and Nicholas, grew the most attached to her. The three were best friends and pulled Carolina into their games whenever they could. It was hard to keep them from turning her into their surrogate mother but the older sisters encouraged her to keep a professional distance between herself and them. She was a teacher and a caretaker but they would not stay at the Academy forever and it would be harder for all of them if they grew too attached.
Beatrix insisted on lugging one of Carolina's bags from the trunk of the car to the door. She only had two, not needing much from her old life now that she was recommitting herself to the order. “What are you doing away from prayer, young lady?” Carolina asked with mock severity. Beatrix just beamed up at her, “I begged the Lord to let me greet you and Mother Superior said I could come with her.”
Carolina looked to the side door which was being held open by Mother Superior Victoria. The Mother was in her late sixties, she wore her full habit meticulously neat except for a curl of brown hair that had slipped out from under the coif. Her smile-lined face seemed a bit flushed, as if she had just been engaged in vigorous activity, but her wide smile and sparkling eyes showed nothing but joy as she gazed on her lost sheep returned to the fold. Tears sprung to Carolina's eyes as she embraced Mother Victoria, lost for words. “Welcome back my child, we've all been waiting for you.”
After a long embrace the Mother Superior pushed Carolina gently away and looked her up and down. Her gaze seemed slightly off, as if she was sizing her up, but there was no sign of it when their eyes met again, “You look wonderful, let me guide you to your new room, there have been some changes since you left.”
Carolina smiled back, “I don't suppose you'd mind if I slipped into the end of the noon service, it's been too long.”
The Mother Superior gave a little frown, “Nonsense, settle yourself in, rest from your trip. The chapel isn't going anywhere, my child.” Carolina was a little surprised by her remark but nodded and followed as the older woman took the lead, with Beatrix following a few steps behind with her other suitcase. Carolina was lead towards the dorms by a round about route. Almost as if she was being guided away from the chapel. She tried to push aside that nagging feeling that still rested inside her and to appreciate being back inside the simple but elegant halls of Divine Heart. When they finally reached her room, a modest sized room with polished wooden walls, she put her suitcase inside her closet then grabbed her other one from Beatrix, who smiled up at her, and put it on top of the old wooden bureau. The bed was neatly made with white sheets and a navy blue comforter laying across it, a simple cross hanging above it.
She tuned to face Mother Superior and Beatrix, her intent was to thank them and follow them back to the central area's of the building, maybe see Sister Julia in the kitchen for a late lunch. Instead she found them standing outside of the room. Mother Victoria smiled an odd smile at her, “The Lord wants you to rest now, my child. Don't worry, things have become glorious since you left us.” As she finished, she closed the door and Carolina heard the solid click of a lock. Her eyes widened in confusion and shock as she rushed to the door, only to feel panic rise inside her as she realized there was nothing under the metal nob, the door was locked from the outside. “Mother Superior? Victoria! What's going on, why did you lock me in?!” panic pushed the words out in a rush.
She heard Beatrix sweet voice from the other side of the thick wooden door, “Everything's going to be great... You'll see, the Lord told us so.”
Carolina beat against the wooden door and began to yell, “What's going on!!! What does that mean!!! Why are you doing this to me!! Help!!!” There was no response and after long minutes of yelling she had to accept no one was listening. Her mind spun with confusion as she sat down on the bed. Dread filled her as she tried to make sense of what was going on, but she had nothing to even begin to understand why her Mother Superior and an 11 year old girl had just locked her in a cell dressed up to look like one of the convent's dorms.
As she sat there, she could feel a vibration beneath her feet, at first she thought the deep bass rumbling was from the pipe organ but there was no deep note that accompanied the vibrations. She touched the floor, and then the walls feeling them vibrate but not hearing anything. She yawned suddenly, surprised as a wave of lethargy washed over her. She had just been in the midst of a panic but all of a sudden she felt her body growing heavy. It was wrong, it was unnatural, but her body didn't seem to care. The deep vibrations moved through her and her muscle relaxed and her eyes began to close. She fought to keep them open, standing suddenly and pacing the room but her movements grew sluggish and she found she had to lay back down or else she was going to fall as her legs threatened to give out from under her.
Carolina gripped her hands as tight as she could, pressing her short nails into the skin of her palms, trying to use pain to keep her mind focused, but her grip grew weak, and as her hands fell open there wasn't even a mark on them. Her upper body finally gave up and she collapsed back onto the bed, half lidded eyes gazing at the fine paneled ceiling. As her eyes slipped closed she thought she could hear some vague chanting at the very edge of her hearing. She tried to make out the words but finally lost her battle to remain conscious as the chanting grew louder filling the room and echoing in Carolina's now empty mind.
It was midway through her second year as a novitiate when her crisis of faith happened. Carolina stood shaking, gripping the communal phone with white knuckles as her father, with slow deliberation explained what was going on. It was her mother, it was cancer, stage four, she was in treatment but the prognosis was grim. Carolina stumbled, only half aware to the chapel and tried to pray but the warmth and comfort she had always felt was gone, leaving an empty void inside her. When she wasn't feeling nothing, she felt angry: angry at herself for not going home all that often, and angry at God for letting this happen to a kind and pious woman.
The Sisters tried to comfort her but she couldn't bare to be in the convent any longer. She told the Mother Superior she had to leave and she wasn't sure if she would be coming back. She was met with kindness which only made her more bitter, “Of course, take all the time you need, be with your family and know we will always welcome you back.” Without a look back, Carolina drove down the winding road lined with barren trees under a cold gray sky and returned to her home town.
She devoted herself to her family, to her mother, practically sleeping in the hospital and trying to fight the urge to scream every time she passed the all faith chapel near the main entrance. She lost her cool more then once, the worst being the time she yelled the in-house chaplain out of her mother's room. She didn't even try praying, it felt like a waste of time. She spent any spare time working a small job in town and helping to take care of her father, and being cared for in return, as she seemed to be taking it harder then he was.
Matthew had stopped by several times during the first few months. At first it was nice but in the years they had been apart he had grown odd, and the more time he spent around her the more obvious it became that he was far more interested, obsessed, in reigniting their old relationship than actually caring about her or what her family was going through. Eventually she blew up at him and told him that he had to leave her alone and not to come back. He screamed right back about how much her leaving him had hurt him, how she had chosen to devote herself to a lie and throw away their love, their future. She didn't care, she slammed the door in his face and when he wouldn't get off the lawn she called the cops and got a restraining order.
Carolina slid in and out of consciousness, never fully waking up but getting very close. She could feel hands running over her body. Sliding slowly and sensuously over her skin... was she naked? The hands were small and warm and worked to both relax her and stimulate her in ways she hadn't felt in years. She could feel her breath quicken and her body respond as her sluggish thoughts tried to fight against sensations that seemed too good to be wrong.
She fought to open her eyes and with a half lidded gaze she thought she could make out the form of Jacinta standing naked beside her bed, her rich walnut skin glistening as she continued to bring Carolina's body towards heights of pleasure. Jacinta's smooth chest had only the slightest hint of breasts topped with dark nipples. She shifted her position, her lithe young body moving with the slight awkwardness of early puberty. She crawled onto the bed and knelt over Carolina, giving her an unwanted glimpse of the girl's smooth nether region.
She found alien thoughts entering her mind, and as the sight of the child caused a growing unnatural desire within her, only heightened by Jacinta's skilled ministrations. The girl was softly singing, half to herself and half to Carolina, the words flowing out of her lips like a familiar prayer:
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect and use as He sees fit.
i am His toy and will be used as He wants.
i am a gift to my Lord, His pleasure is my pleasure. i take joy in His joy and want to please Him.
i am His; He will protect and guide me. i freely give myself to him.
i worship His cock. i will beg to suck it. It is my idol. i live to serve all of my Lord.
i honor His children. i will pleasure them as they pleasure me.
i will be His slut in bed, his caretaker, servant, and child for eternity.
my body is beauty, He loves my flesh, and He takes what He wants from me.
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His, i will make Him proud to possess me.
The song repeated over and over, they mixed with the thrumming vibration of the room and the unintelligible chanting. They filled Carolina's mind as her body was driven further and further toward release. She felt her lips moving, mouthing the words alongside the beautiful Hispanic girl who was teasing her nipples and thrusting tiny fingers in and out of her. Carolina's body arched in a silent orgasm and the world went white, her mind went blank, and she was gone again.
They called it a miracle. Her mother was responding to the treatments. The tumors were shrinking and over the course of a few more months, her mother went from death's door to partial remission. She cried, her father cried, her mother cried. It was like the clouds in her heart had parted and after over a half year of despair and emptiness she was filled with joy and hope again.
Still it wasn't until she was speaking with her mother that her thoughts turned back to her old path. Her mother said, “I guess God still has something for me to do here.” Her mother smiled at Carolina with a knowing look, “maybe I'm not the only one.” It wasn't as if Carolina's faith returned overnight. She knew that it had been an excellent doctor and medical science that had saved her mother, not a divine miracle, but still she had always believed that God worked through people. She started praying again, first by herself, then in the church she had grown up in. She apologized for her anger and asked for his forgiveness. She tried to contact Sister Ascenza but couldn't seem to get in contact with her. Eventually she decided to reach out to Mother Superior Victoria.
She asked about returning to the convent, resuming her studies, if she was even still welcome there after her abrupt departure. She was told that she was not the first novitiate who had felt the need to return to secular life. She was also told that if she felt ready to return, she was welcome. Mother Superior said that she still had a special place with them and that, if she was ready, the Lord wanted her back.
There was more prayer, more discussions, and reflections with her family. She compared her life in her home town to her life at the Divine Heart. In the end though, her path felt clear once again. Her parents told her that she had never been happier than when she visited them from the convent. Her friends told her that if there was a place she knew she fit, she should return there. Even her boss at her part time job told her to do what she felt was right. So one October day she said goodbye to her family, loaded two modest suitcases into the trunk of her beat up '97 Camry and hit the road, her heart light and her faith stronger after being tested.
Carolina woke easily, stretching her arms and opening her eyes. Diffuse sunlight filled the room from the window facing the inner cloister. As she sat up on her bed she immediately noticed that she was naked. She recalled being locked in the room, the vibrations, the whispering chants...she knew that there was something very wrong happening but she struggled to grasp onto any strong negative emotions. Rather, she felt good, clear headed and calm, at peace in a way she hadn't been during her long, stressful months at home.
She stood and felt a slight echo of the vibrations in the wood beneath the soles of her feet. As she looked around, she to found the room very much the same as it had been when she had first been locked in, except for the fact that there was no longer a door in the door way. She stepped over to frame and found the door had been unbolted and taken away while she was... asleep...? No that didn't seem to be the right word for the strange emptiness that had washed over her. Her mind drifted back to Jacinta pleasuring her and found her mouth was moving again shaping words she wasn't speaking, “i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect...” She snapped her mouth shut and stepped back into the room with the vague intent to find something to wear, even though she was felt oddly comfortable being naked.
A very familiar voice spoke from behind her, “Good morning Carolina, Welcome home.” She turned and found her mentor, Sister Ascenza standing in the doorway. She was mostly naked, her well worn Mediterranean body on display in a parody of a habit. Her hair was tucked into her white coif with the black veil pinned on top and long down her back. Her face, smiling and lined with her age, was framed by the coif which stretched down to just above her chest. Her tunic was cut down the middle and pinned to the sides, showing off everything beneath. She wore a black half-cup bra to hold up her breasts and a matching black garter belt which held up black stockings. Carolina's felt her mind try to rebel against the image of her friend and teacher turned into a fetish MILF but she couldn't seem to break through the calm pleasant haze that filled her mind.
Caroline managed a frown, which probably came off more like a pout, “Sister Ascenza... something's... something's very bad... what is.. I mean why are you... I don't...” She struggled to even put her concerns into words.
Sister Ascenza gave her an easy smile she knew very well, “Nothing is wrong, everything is as the Lord wills it.” She took a step forward and reached out for Carolina's hand. Carolina gave her mentor her hand and followed as she was lead out into the hall, “Let me show you.”
Sister Ascenza led the confused but docile young woman down the hall. As they walked by, Carolina saw that the doors to the other rooms were also gone and she started to hear moans of pleasure in the air. The first few rooms were empty but as they past more she found some were filled with other sisters and the children from the academy. The sister walked her slowly past the doors allowing her to take in the various sexual tableaux.
In one room an older sister, dressed similarly to Ascenza, was sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest while an enthusiastic young boy from the academy thrust his tiny dick in and out of her sopping cunt. She cried out, “Faster Samuel Faster! Fill me with your hard hot devotion!” Samuel seemed to be trying his hardest to comply, grunting as his ass slammed back and forth, his unbuttoned shirt and tartan tie bouncing wildly.
In another room two young women a few years older then Carolina, wearing only white coif were on the wooden floor grinding their pussies together while chanting a rhythmic prayer over and over,“In gratitude i serve, and in thankfulness, i submit, and in peace, i honor my Lord with my obedience.” Their chanting grew faster and faster as their slick cunts rubbed against each other. Carolina found herself chanting along with them under her breath before she was gently guided past.
Another room had a sister on her knees with her face buried in the hairless crotch of a young girl of around ten. She had her arms wrapped around the girl's waist, gripping her ass and holding the girl on her unsteady feet. A second sister, in her fifties, held the girl's tartan skirt up with one hand and had the other hand inside the girl's mostly unbuttoned top, playing with her small hard nipples. The little girl was moaning, “Thank you Lord, Thank you Lord,” as she held her hands clasped in prayer. Her gaze was turned towards the heavens as her brown curls cascaded around her beautiful face.
By the time they reached the exit to the dormitory Carolina could feel moisture between her thighs, a slickness that spread as she walked. The smell of his own sex filled the air along with those of many others. Ascenza stopped at the intersection and looked back at Carolina, frowning slightly, “i know things seem confusing... i remember when i first heard His voice and wanted to turn away; but now...” She touched the wall and smiled, “it is within me.” Carolina tried to form a question, or some sort of resistance but she could still feel the vibrations moving through her and the thoughts wouldn't take shape.
Sister Ascenza walked through the convent in a calm silence. Carolina saw that the hand that wasn't holding her own was now between the older woman's legs. The once reserved and modest sister was casually caressing her outer folds, teasing her moist sex with a total lack of shame. Carolina felt the desire to plunge her own free hand between her thighs but balled it into a fist instead. It was the only thing she could bring herself to do to express the wordless wrong that sat growing deep within her mind surrounded by a haze of calm pleasure and growing arousal.
As they turned to towards the hall that attached academy to the main building, images seamed to flow into through Carolina's mind through the soles of her feet. The shapes of young boys and girls naked... smooth bodies grinding against each other and her own... groaning in young forbidden lust.. her breath quickening as excitement filled her. She pulled herself from Ascenza grip and walked forward on her own, wanting to see it, touch it, taste it herself. Some muffled inner voice screamed at her and her body stopped jerkily.
Carolina grabbed the sides of her head and tried to cover her ears but the deep vibrations shook through her bones, she couldn't block them out. A very quiet scream formed at the back of her throat, high pitched and reedy. The placid calm inside her felt like a great sea she was drowning in and as the small sound died away she wasn't even sure what she was screaming about. She sagged into one of the windowed alcoves. Looking out Carolina saw the gray stone walls surrounding the convent and felt trapped and alone.
Sister Ascenza stood next to her and gently but firmly grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Be calm Carolina, feel it flowing through you... nothing is wrong. It is as it has always been. we follow the Lord's teachings and guide others on His path through guidance and prayer. Come.” Carolina followed as she was lead into the Academy.
“Most of the children will be in classes at this time, other than those you've seen taking up their duties around the convent.” Sister Ascenza explained as she walked them down hallways Carolina knew well. They approached the first classroom, the one that they had always used for the youngest children. As they moved towards the door she could hear several young voices lifted in song, “Lord is Master. i am slave. Lord is owner. i am owned. Lord commands. i obey. Lord is to be pleased. i am to please. why is this? Lord is Master. i am slave.”
The tune was light and was sung with a happy chorus of voices. As Carolina stood in the door way she saw her friend, Angie, was leading the class. She was dressed in the same open habit as Sister Ascenza but lacked any underwear. Her large ebony breasts swung back and forth as she moved from the keyboard against the wall to front of the class. Eight naked children between the ages of four and seven sat Indian style on the rug in the middle of the class. “Very good, boys and girls the Lord is pleased at your devotion.” The children all smiled and the little four year old girl clapped her hands before pointing at the door. Angie followed the gesture and smiled wide as she saw who was standing there.
“Carolina!” She called out and crossed the room in a few quick steps to wrap her friend in a tight hug. Carolina felt Angie's skin, flushed hot with arousal, pressed against her own. She stepped away and pulled Carolina into the classroom. “Do you boys and girls remember Carolina?” the two oldest, a six year old boy named Mark and a seven year old girl named Natalia nodded and both smiled widely and called out, “I do I do,” in unison. Angie frowned at them and spoke a quick aside to Carolina, “i'm still working on their submission. They want to serve the Lord and his sisters desperately but they are still young and not appropriately prepared in body and mind.”
Speaking up she continued, “Mark, Natalia why don't you come up front and show Carolina what we've been practicing. The rest of you watch closely and follow along with your starter cocks.” The children scurried around the room, the young girls and one little boy grabbed smooth pen sized dildos from the back table before sitting back down with their legs spread wide showing off bald pussies and a flaccid pecker shining with some sort of lube.
Mark was a brown haired boy with tanned skin. His body was hairless below the neck and his small 1.5 inches was half hard as Natalia approached him, eyes downwards. She was slightly taller then him with dusky sink, long dark hair and Hispanic features. She was totally flat with unusually large hard nipples on her chest and a curve to her hips despite her age. She spoke with practiced reverence in her tone, “May i please you?”
Mark looked at Angie as if asking permission. She nodded and gave him a 'go on' gesture. He swallowed and spoke as if trying to remember the words, “yes and as you pleasure this slave so too do you pleasure Him.” Angie gave the boy a little thumbs up as Natalia went on her knees and took his small penis into her hands, licking and suckling on it until it grew hard. The girls sitting on the mat tried to copy the Natalia's motions on their own little dildos, sucking on the flesh colored rubber while the little boy played with his slicked up dicky.
Once Mark was hard Natalia stood and leaned her upper body across the teacher's chair and used her hands to spread her ass apart, showing her lubed up slit and rosebud asshole. “use my holes as your wish, they exist for your pleasure.” Mark moving more confidently now that his body was flush with excitement from her fluffing. He stood behind Natalia and lined himself up with her slit before pushing himself inside. The pre-lubed hole was easy to slide into but it was still vice-tight on his little member. Slowly he began pushing himself in and out of her underdeveloped twat. As he moved Natalia shifted her position, using her one hand to guide him into her while her other began to rub at her clit.
On the floor, the younger girls continued to copy the older girl to the best of their abilities, spreading their cunnies and slipping the sex toys inside themselves. From the ease at which their tiny cunts took the small toys it was clear they practiced often. The little boy had scooted forward and slipped his own little dildo into his ass while pumping at his pecker even faster. The sounds of moaning children filled the room as Mark and Natalie began to pant and groan with pleasure. They were soon joined by the little girls mewling in wordless joy.
Carolina's body stood watching in horror as two different sets of instincts warred inside her body. Her pussy was dripping but her stomach was nauseated. She wanted to taste the young boy's cock herself and suck Natalia's pussy juice off of it before diving between each little set of legs and bringing the children to orgasm with her lips and tongue. She hated herself to her very core and wanted to vomit. The deviant show and twisting desires inside her were finally too much and something snapped.
She pulled roughly away from Angie, who still had her arm companionably against Carolina's hip. Her legs were pumping and she was running before she really knew what she was doing. She could still feel the vibrations inside her trying to lull her back into erotic bliss but she gave herself a slap across the face and continued moving towards the back exit to the Academy. She heard voices calling behind her but she ignored them. Her mind was still mixed up but she tried to focus on moving, on escape.
She dashed past another classroom and kept her eyes focused at the end of the hall, though she couldn't block out the wet slapping sounds she heard. She took a hard right and a left and was soon running shoulder first into the side door off to the parking area. Carolina crashed into the push bar and was out standing naked in the cool fall air. The gravel path underneath her feet hurt but she tried to ignore it as she scrambled for her car. She had only just started thinking about how to get it going, dredging up some mostly forgotten tricks for hot-wiring that she had learned from 'Mammoth' when she saw that her car was up on blocks, tires removed.
She ran her eyes over some of her other vehicles but went back into panic mode when she herd voices calling from side door. Sister Ascenza and Angie were both standing there looking concerned and confused, “Why are you running Carolina? You're back where you belong.” They didn't chase after her, just stood at the doorway waiting for her to turn back.
She screamed, “No!” and started running again, onto the grass that bordered the gravel driveway and down towards the gate. She looked over her shoulder but no one seemed to be coming after her so she slowed to a fast walk. The Victorian building loomed over her; feeling like a predator waiting to grab her up and pull her back into that pleasant ocean of perversion. A shuddered ran through her. Carolina picked up her pace again once she saw the gate but then came to a halt. Brand new stainless steel chains wrapped themselves around and around the wrought iron gates, locking them tightly closed.
She stood staring at the chains, trying to come up with some sort of plan when the chapel bell began to ring, BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... the sound reverberated through the air. Naked, alone, and scared out of her mind as she was Carolina still felt the sound of the bell like physical impact. BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... the thoughts were driven from her mind by the resonant sound. Frozen in place her mind drifted back to when she was very very young. It was an incomplete memory but one that always sprung to mind when she heard a church bell ring.
She was standing in her home town church surrounded by other children her own age, maybe seven or eight. The Sunday School teacher was talking to them about the different parts of a church, “This is where they ring the bell before services.” the older woman pointed a thick rope that stretched up through a hole in the ceiling. “Do you know what the church bell says? Bong Bong, Bong Bong... come to church... come to church... it's calling all the people to worship.”
Carolina didn't remember much more then that but they still called to her like that BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Come to Church... Come to Church... the ringing bell filled the air... it filled her mind... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Carolina turned from the chained up gate, from her last chance to escape...Come to Church... Come to Church... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Fear and confusion was driven from her mind... it was calling her to worship... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG....
As the bell continued to toll, Carolina walked through the main doors of the convent, stepping back onto the softly vibrating wood like a sleepwalker in an old movie. The only thing she was missing were the extended arms. The main hall led directly into the chapel and she was joined by the two sisters who had opened the door for her. Other women streamed in from around the building, joining the slow walk into the chapel. Most of them were older, over forty, but there were younger women as well who had chosen to become Brides of Christ. Now all were worshiping a very different Lord.
None of them were dressed normally. Most had the cut and pinned up home made fetish uniform that Caroline had seen on Angie and Sister Ascenza. A few wore even less, naked with only the coif and veil. Others had small touches that indicated what they had been doing around the building. There were a few more completely naked. Had she been aware of her surroundings, Carolina would have noticed Nicole among them, having not yet earned her habit, even if it was a perverse parody of one.
Only Carolina walked mindlessly. The rest of the women spoke to each other, voices low in reverence, but an air of excitement filled the group. Almost all of them were looking or gesturing at Carolina. Her return seemed to hold some great importance, “It's her!” “She's back!” “Just as the Lord willed it.” “i can't wait!”
The chapel was bright and clean with natural light streaming in from the stained glass windows lining the eastern wall. The glass displayed images of saints gazing down with gracious smiles on the twisted congregation that was filling the room. Against the back wall was a huge pipe organ that looked to be very well maintained and part of the original building; however attached to the pipes that led up from the organ was a large and complex-looking piece of technology that generated intricate multi-toned vibrations that were transmitted through the pipes. The pews filled quickly; the whole convent was only about fifty woman. As the sisters took their seats, they spread their legs wide in a lewd display of sopping wet cunts dripping slowly onto the hard wooden seats.
From the side door near the front of the nave the Mother Superior entered, followed by the seventeen children that made up the academy. Mother Superior Victoria wore a white habit, also cut and pinned, and her old nipples were pierced with a chain running between them on which a golden cross hung. The children were all naked and walked in an orderly line to fill up the side pews where the choir usually stood, the youngest was four-year-old Teresa, the oldest fourteen-year-old Justina. The children, like the rest of the congregation, were all visibly aroused with dripping pussies, and rock hard dicks on the five young boys.
As the bell stopped ringing Mother Superior Victoria took her place to the side of the alter and sank down on a set of prepared double dildos, impaling her cunt and ass. Carolina, who had been guided by the rest of the convent to a pew right in front of the alter, started to come back to herself. Her mind felt weirdly clear. As if the bell had cleared the twisted programming out of her mind, but she found her body was frozen in place, unable to move. She tried to cry out but she couldn't speak or struggle, only watch whatever blasphemies were going to unfold.
A sister stood up from the pew beside her. It was Sister Seraphina, a stunningly beautiful tawny skinned woman in her early thirties. She walked to the pulpit and began to lead the services. “Let us stand as we speak that which we are willing.” Carolina's body stood on her own as she heard the susurrus of cloth as the rest of the congregation stood. Sister Seraphina lifted her voice and spoke clearly, her words filling the chapel,“Your slave is willing…”
In perfect unison everyone present, sisters and children alike, spoke their response, “To receive what the Lord gives me,” Carolina was unsurprised but no less terrified as her own voice responded as well, the words seeming to burn deep into her mind as she spoke them.
Again Sister Seraphina spoke, “Your slave is willing…”
Voices in unison spoke again different words that burned into her mind, “To lack what the Lord withholds.”
She repeated the call,“Your slave is willing…”
And again they spoke a different response, “To relinquish what the Lord takes.” And so they continued the call and response:
“Your slave is willing…”
“To surrender what the Lord claims.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To suffer what the Lord ordains.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To learn what the Lord teaches.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To change what the Lord alters.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To do what the Lord requests.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To be and to do anything the Lord commands, forever and always.”
Carolina's mind was filled with the words, echoing inside her powerfully. Together, all present spoke a single word, “Amen.” With their prayer, for it could be nothing else, spoken, the room took their seats.
“Wonderful,” Sister Seraphina smiled beatifically down at them. “Always remember our minds, bodies and souls, are not ours, but entrusted to our care, until such a time the Lord requires them.” Carolina saw the children nodding slowly at the wisdom they saw in this statement. She tried not to agree but the vibrations thrummed loudly here and she felt their truth as she nodded along.
“Before he comes and stands before us once again, I wish to take this time to share my own, and all of our, deep joy at the return of our wayward child, Carolina.” Carolina looked up at Seraphina who locked eyes with her. “As we all know, her return to the fold pleases our Lord more so than all who have come before. So some of our youngest wish to show her our gratitude.” Sister Seraphina gestured to the alter as five children moved out of their seats and stood next to it. Carolina recognized them all: Beatrix, Jacinta, and Nicholas, the ones who were always so close to her, were joined by the twins, Claire and Agnes.
Carolina's eyes were drawn to them, roaming across their bodies and taking them in, her pussy growing aroused at what she saw. She expected to feel the same revulsion that had sat inside her before but she felt only desire. Beatrix's golden hair fell down almost to her hips. Her chest was showing slight curves and looked like she might have needed to start wearing a training bra. Her nipples were hard and small and there was slight wisp of blond fuzz above her moist lower lips. Jacinta was much as Carolina had last seen her, warm walnut skin with less developed breasts but larger nipples and a more rounded pair of hips with a smooth hairless crotch. Nicholas was a gangling youth, tall for his ten years, looking like some one had stretched him to his above average height. His little manhood was long and thin like him but hard and pointed in her direction. The twins were identical Asian girls with skin and hair very close to Carolina's own. They were older than the others but petite. Still, their age could be seen in their full A cup breasts and rounded hips. Each had a thin patch of dark hair around their pussies which glistened with their arousal. Only their hair, one in pigtails the other with a ponytail, made them stand apart but she had no idea which of the girls was which.
“Take your place on the alter, Carolina.” Sister Saraphina's voice, now a gentle command, broke Carolina from her revere. Her body stood for her and she found herself walking across the tile floor, stepping up into the sanctuary and sitting on the alter cloth. Looking back into the nave she saw that while all eyes were on her, the sisters were not sitting in pious prayer. Hands were between thighs, fingers twisting nipples, legs up on the backs of pews to give greater access. Several sisters had paired off, their tongues dancing together while each kept one eye on Carolina. With a single word spoken with reverence, “Pleasure,” Saraphina sent the rest of the children moving among the congregation.
It didn't take long for young mouths to find old cunts and tiny fingers to worm their way into assholes lubed by sexual juices. Two of the boys rhythmically pounded a pair of sisters while a group waited their turn to be fucked. The last two boys found themselves standing on the pews while sisters sucked on their prepubescent cocks and rimmed their assholes. Even as the room became an orgy, the moans and cries of pleasure stayed soft and reverent while the gazes, young and old alike, focused on her.
Carolina felt children's hands on her arms and back, carefully laying her down on the alter while other hands spread her legs. She was dripping wet, her arousal soaking into the alter cloth. One at a time each of the five who had chosen to 'show her their gratitude' came and kissed her with passion. Beatrix, Jacinta, Nicholas, Claire, and Agnes, she tasted their lips and felt their tiny tongues dance with her own before each moved to pleasure her body. The twins each took one of her modest breasts and latched onto her nipples, suckling and licking while far too talented hands began to massage her chest, causing a slow but growing pleasure to fill her.
Nicholas was between her legs, kissing slowly between her thighs and moving up higher and higher, his hot breath teasing against her wet snatch as he dipped long thin fingers between her moist folds. He clamped his mouth against the top of her cunt, gently teasing out her sensitive clit. Her body shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. She moaned, wanting to beg for more but finding herself unable to do anything beyond receive the pleasure she was being given.
In near unison, she felt her hands, laying out to her side and off of the alter, being engulfed by hot damp flesh. Looking out of the corners of her eyes, Carolina could see that Beatrix was on her left and Jacinta on her right. Both girls had slid her hands in between their thighs and were grinding their needy cunts against her. Even as they took their own pleasure from her, Carolina felt their oiled hands reach out and massage her body. They ran their skilled hands along her naked form and began to massage and caress her less obvious erogenous zones: playing down the side of her neck, moving across her stomach, caressing her ass cheeks and touching her face gently and lovingly. Their four hands moved in practiced motions and enhanced the move obvious sexual stimulation pushing her on deeper and deeper, closer and closer, her body writhing, panting, begging for release. On an unseen signal the two young girls began to lift their voices in song and were soon joined my a chorus of enraptured and enthralled nuns and sisters:
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect and use as He sees fit.
i am His toy and will be used as He wants.
i am a gift to my Lord, His pleasure is my pleasure. i take joy in His joy and want to please Him.
i am His; He will protect and guide me. i freely give myself to him.
i worship His cock. i will beg to suck it. It is my idol. i live to serve all of my Lord.
i honor His children. i will pleasure them as they pleasure me.
i will be His slut in bed, his caretaker, servant, and child for eternity.
my body is beauty, He loves my flesh, and He takes what He wants from me.
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His, i will make Him proud to possess me.
Carolina's voice lifted too, the words burned deep into her very core. She could only sing the words and wallow in overwhelming pleasure, eyes turned towards the havens seeing the curved wooden ceiling of the chapel that once belonged to her order and now belonged to the Lord. As her body crested in orgasm a shadow was cast over her and a tall form looked down at her face. Her body writhed as earth-shattering, mind-bending pleasure filled her. Her eyes couldn't focus, her vision blurred, but as she screamed out and crested another peak, a second orgasm right after the first she could see a wide smile and a deep and familiar masculine voice spoke to her, “Glad to see you're enjoying your homecoming, Carolina.”
She saw the man gesture and felt the children that had been pleasuring her step away murmuring reverently, “Yes Lord.” She blinked her eyes and found she could move with her own power as she wiped the sweat out of them. The face of the man standing over her resolved into the wickedly smiling face of Matthew Lynn. He was wearing the vestments of a church bishop cut down the middle to show off his well toned body and rock hard cock. Carolina's mouth opened and closed, she didn't even know what to say. Sitting up she saw that all the people in the room had stopped in their place and every other woman and child in the room were on their knees, eyes cast down with hands clasped together. “Lord...?” the word slipped out between her lips. Carolina voice wavered with a mix of total confusion and programmed submission, “Why....How...?”
“Yes Carolina, I am the Lord here now.” His tone was confident but edged with anger. “You left me, you left us to devote yourself to some thousand year old lies. It broke me, ruined me. I went crazy for a time, they had to lock me up you know... but no, I'm sure you wouldn't know. You never even bothered to call, but I'm smart, so very very smart. I discovered the harmonics, what they could do to the human mind, in college. I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I knew I was going to get you back... When you came home last year I thought I might not need to... I thought we could be together, you would return to me willingly, forget all this.” As he spoke his voice grew more and more frantic, angry, louder and edged with madness. “But you rejected me, Carolina, so I decided to use the harmonics to take everything from you. I hated this place, these people, but I knew you'd come crawling back here, whether your mother lived or died, you wanted to be here... wanted them more than me, so I took it from you, shaped your HOME into a place for me, my place, in my image, my desires... playthings for my amusement while I laid in wait for you to come back to me...” He was screaming now, his handsome face twisted with glee. “You wanted to devote your life to the lord, FINE. Now I'm the Lord, your God, and you all belong to me.”
The voices filled the room calling out in unison, “i belong to you my Lord!”
She tried to clamp her mouth shut but her own voice spoke the words with the same religious fervor as the rest. Carolina tried to gather her thoughts to say something, do something, anything. Matthew must have seen her trying to resist and raised a remote in his hand, pointing it towards the strange machine attached to the pipe organ. Vibrations, his harmonics, filled the room even louder then before, making it harder to think, etching the words, the prayers, the twisted arousal and total devotion deeper into her core. She managed to force out a question, “The children... why?”
If anything his face grew even more twisted. Matthew gestured and the twins stepped up beside him. He pushed gently down on their heads and they fell to their knees, taking his rock-hard cock into their hands and beginning to worship it with their lips and tongues. “Why? Because you loved them... so simple and pure, so I twisted them completely. I hadn't even intended to use them myself but how could I resist? You've seen what they can do... so much more satisfying then dried up old nun cunt.” Claire and Agnes were moving faster now sucking, kissing, licking. He gripped their hair tightly guiding them firmly, using them roughly for his pleasure.
“I was originally going to use them to help break you and then sell them to certain interested parties but I've been thinking. I have a nice little isolated place here now and there is a market for, shall we say, forbidden fruit. But that's for later. Its time to make you mine completely.” Carolina tried to run, to move, to thrash, and twist away. Break for the door, escape from her insane ex, get help... but she didn't even budge.. She didn't even really want to... Matthew held up a bulky helmet he had picked up from the ground behind him. She could see it vibrating in his hands as he stepped away from his twin fluffers taking his place at the alter, between Carolina's splayed legs.
“Now bow your head and take my blessings upon you child.” Matthew spoke with gravitas. Carolina inched herself forward, her twisted mind wanting this, wanting to have the last of her fear, confusion, and sadness wiped away and give into the same mad devotion that had claimed the rest of the convent. She felt her pussy lips brush against his rock-hard cock and she bowed her head. “i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are yours.” As he pressed his thick cock into her, she felt the helmet being lowered onto her head and then there was only the harmonics and pleasure...
Carlos Jacobi stepped out of his town car and walked up the flower lined pathway to the doors of the convent tucked away deep in the hills of West Virginia. His face was obscured by a white and gold half mask and in his right hand he held the silver coin he had paid a very pretty penny for. It was embossed with a symbol of a heart and cross wrapped with chains. Walking up to the door, he held up the coin to the camera lens hidden in the door frame and he heard a click of an electronic lock disengaging and the door swung open.
The inside of the modest-looking convent was anything but modest. The main hall was lavishly decorated with tasteful but erotic art and felt both grand and inviting. Carlos slipped out of his Italian loafers and stepped onto the thick carpet. Standing to one side was a beautiful African woman dressed in a sexy nun costume, black hair flowing from under her veil and down a sheer black robe that showed off the elaborate lingerie she wore over an ample bosom and beautifully rounded ass. She wordlessly offered to take his coat and shoes and he passed them over without giving her a second glance. She was attractive but not why he was here.
At the end of the hall two people, a man and a woman approached him with smiles on their faces. Both had Asian features and appeared to be in their mid-twenties. The man wore styles religious vestments that had been custom tailored to be split down the middle but was currently held together by a wide cloth belt. The woman had blue and purple hair and wore a full shiny latex fetish nun outfit that wrapped her curves tightly. The top was open to show her modest breasts with nipples covered by Xs of PVC tape. In one black-gloved hand she held a leather crop with a silver cross handle. The man spoke first: “Greetings, I'm Father Lorde and this is my Mistress Superior, Carolina Raven” The woman gave a little bow.
Mother Superior Raven spoke next, “Welcome to the Sister Slaves of the Deviant Heart of Lust Convent and Academy. Follow me.” She gestured down a hall to the right and lead the way with Carlos and Father Lorde walking behind her. As she stepped off the carpet onto warm wooden floors, the heels of her thigh high boots clicked rhythmically. After only a short walk she opened the door into a room filled with around thirty young boys and girls between the ages of seven and fourteen. They were dressed in hand tailored catholic school uniforms in blue and white. The girls wore knee high white socks and tartan skirts so short he could see the ever so slight curves of their naked preteen asses. Their sheer white silk button down tops showed their naked chests and hard nipples with a tartan tie draping down between them. The boys wore the same sheer shirts and ties that displayed their smooth hairless chest as well as tartan patterns ass-less chaps to show off their tighty-whities which hugged their young packages. All of the children were striking various erotic poses while quietly chatting around desks in a classroom. “Which of the Lord's children can serve you today?”
As the rich Latino pedophile walked around the room, examining his options, Father Lorde came up behind Mistress Raven and wrapped an arm around her waist before kissing her neck. Raven purred with pleasure and turned to face her Lord and Master. “Is everything as you will it, Lord?” He just nodded and smiled and her heart filled with endless joy. She couldn't help but think how so very few twenty-four-year-olds know exactly what they want to do with their lives, but she had no doubt she had found her home.
*Image courtesy of Danaume Rook*
Carolina Nguyen had attended catholic schools from pre-k until high school and had always felt a strong connection to her spiritual side. Well, except for that year and a half in high school when she had dyed her black hair blue and purple, worn heavy makeup, dropped out of school, called herself Raven and hooked up to a 37 year old biker dude... However it wasn't until she had been abandoned by 'Mammoth,' when she was left alone and confused about her place in life, that Sister Ascenza had reached out to her and helped her back onto the righteous path. With the Sister's help she had been able to mend her relationship with her parents and even graduate on time. During her senior year she decided that she wanted to follow in her mentor's footsteps and become a nun.
Her parents hadn't been thrilled, they wanted their only child to go to college and make something of her life, but they were both religious and they saw how faith had guided her back to them. So they agreed to let her pursue her calling. Once she had turned eighteen she approached Sister Ascenza, who agreed to help her as she tried to discover if becoming a nun was the right path for her or if she was just superficially enamored with the idea of devoting herself to God.
As her car made the turn off the main road and headed upwards she could see the chapel belfry peaking up through the trees. She glanced at the digital clock on her dashboard and frowned slightly. It was 12:07 and the bell should have been rung at noon calling the sisters and the children to midday prayer. She was further down the mountain seven minutes ago but the convent bells had always echoed throughout the wooded hills. It wasn't totally unusual for the bells to be late but it was uncommon and Sister Mary Catherine had always been very strict about it. She was still about ten minutes from the convent, the roads were narrow and they wound around the mountain, so she decided that she would open both windows and keep here ears open.
It was a small thing and she told herself it meant nothing, it was silly to let it ruin her good mood. She had been communicating with Mother Superior via email just the previous night and the kind older woman had told her that whole convent was thrilled she had decided to return. Still, the peace she had been feeling earlier was broken and even when, four minutes later, the bell finally tolled, the uneasiness remained.
During her discernment, Carolina spent the better part of three years speaking with nuns from various orders, visiting convents, attending retreats, and in long periods of prayer. She consulted with Sister Ascenza often and,on her recommendation, she also spent time with her friends as well. She told Carolina it wasn't enough just to learn what her life would look like if she decided to take her vows, she also had to look at what else was out there for a girl her age.
She audited a few classes at the community college, went to clubs, even dated. Carolina was a stunningly beautiful Asian girl with long silky hair and modest curves so she had many different guys trying to catch her attention but most were turned away when they found out she was studying to become a nun. They either falsely assumed she was a prude or were scared she would leave them. Matthew Lynn had seemed different. He was smart and funny and a deeply passionate man who she grew to love deeply but as happy as he made her something inside always felt off. She felt like she was trying to force herself into a mold that wasn't the right fit. In the end she had turned back to her faith and everything clicked. It had broken Matthew's heart when she told him she finally decided apply to join the Sister Servants of the Divine Heart of Nazareth. He told her he understood but she knew he felt rejected. He couldn't understand that he had been the most difficult thing to give up, but she had to follow her true calling.
She had looked into many different orders but in the end she found herself starting her aspirancy at the same convent where Sister Ascenza had taken her vows. Many things lead to the decision, including their order's philosophy, the beautiful old building, the warm welcoming sisters, and the young orphans they raised while they worked to find them homes. The four weeks of her aspirancy, where she lived with the sisters at the convent, had been some of the best in her life. They seemed to agree. Her calm and kind nature and genuine faith was a good fit with their own so she was accepted into a postulancy.
As she rounded the last of the curved road she came to the gates of the Divine Heart Convent and Academy, the name embossed in brass on the lintel. Her first instinct had been to grab her cell phone to let them know she had arrived but then she remembered that the convent was right at the edge of the US National Radio Quiet Zone, so she had no signal. Instead she parked outside the gates and walked up to the old buzzer that had been bolted on the tall stone walls that wrapped around the property. Divine Heart was not a cloistered convent but its isolated location and walled property sometimes made it feel that way. Pressing the button she could hear the tinny buzzing on her end and after a few moments the gates swung open inwards.
As she drove slowly through the gates she looked up and took in the large Victorian building that made up the convent and the chapel. The old stone construction was over a hundred years old with a tall bell tower in the middle stretching twice the height of the rest of the building. It was very well maintained and if it wasn't so modestly decorated it could easily be mistaken for a manor. The attached academy building was newer, built in the 1940s but it had been designed to blend into the manor's architecture.
There was no sign of anyone on the grounds, which wasn't surprising as it was in the middle of noon prayer. Carolina drove her car slowly down the drive and smiled at seeing the well manicured gardens again. She pulled around the back of the building, towards the parking area, and took in the rest of the grounds. The large lawns that stretched to the back wall were painted into fields for the children to play in. There was a greenhouse still filled with brightly colored flowers even this late in the fall, and a labyrinth path which she had always enjoyed walking when she prayed. Carolina sighed to herself, the place still felt like home.
As she pulled her car into the parking area, she saw the few communal cars that the sisters shared all in a row. They were next to the large van they used when shopping or if they were going to host an activity back in the city. A small bus, painted white, was perfect for taking the children on trips and the large riding mower was sitting under a covered tarp to keep it dry when it wasn't in use. As Carolina got out of her car, brushing her hands down her front to straighten her modest blouse, she caught sight of another vehicle tucked away behind the large gardening shed.
Curious, she stepped away from her open truck and was shocked to see a sleek black Mercedes Benz parked up on the lawn, clearly meant to be out of sight. Her brow furrowed in confusion as her mind tried to come up with some reason such an expensive vehicle would be parked in the convent's private lot.
“Carolina!” A bright a cheery voice rang out through the previously silent grounds. She turned to find Beatrix running towards her from the open side door. The eleven-year-old girl's face was split with a wide smile as she ran towards across the gravel drive. Her long blond hair whipped out behind her and her bright blue eyes sparkled with joy. She was a beautiful child and anyone could see she would only grow more so as she grew up. Her white blouse was buttoned wrong with her navy blue sweater vest open and her tie half undone. She was still in her summer skirt, a white and blue tartan pattern, not immodest but too short for this bite of chill in the air. She pumped her long gangly legs and Carolina bent down to catch her up in a hug as the girl swung her arms wide “You're finally back!”
During her postulancy Carolina continued her religious studies and prayer along side a few other women around her age. Angie was a heavyset black girl a few years her senior who had been a novitiate for a year or so and was preparing for her first vows. She was allowed to wear the tunic and scapular. The traditional black and white outfit looked very natural on her and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that she would be taking her final vows eventually. She seemed to have no doubts and helped Carolina just as much as any of the sisters when she was overwhelmed with the magnitude of the commitment she was making.
Nicole was almost a perfect opposite of Angie, a year younger then Carolina and still in the middle of an extended aspirancy. She was a lanky girl with pale skin and stringy red hair. Carolina was often the one guiding her, sharing the advice that Sister Ascenza had given her. In the end Nicole made her choice and entered her own postulancy right around the same time that Carolina was made a novitiate.
As much joy as she had found with the convent, she found just as much joy working with the children in the academy. Despite how odd it seemed in this day and age some people still abandoned their children with the order, though it wasn't by leaving a basket on the convent's steps. The academy was a small orphanage with seventeen children that called the dorms their home. Most were girls, as the convent had old rules that would not let them take care of boys past the age of 10, but there were still five boys living there when Carolina had begun taking her turn helping to raise and educate the children. The sisters always tried to find homes for their charges but most often the boys were sent to a private school connected with the order when they turned ten with the girls following around fourteen because the Divine Heart Academy only ran from K-8.
She loved all the children dearly but three of them, Beatrix, Jacinta, and Nicholas, grew the most attached to her. The three were best friends and pulled Carolina into their games whenever they could. It was hard to keep them from turning her into their surrogate mother but the older sisters encouraged her to keep a professional distance between herself and them. She was a teacher and a caretaker but they would not stay at the Academy forever and it would be harder for all of them if they grew too attached.
Beatrix insisted on lugging one of Carolina's bags from the trunk of the car to the door. She only had two, not needing much from her old life now that she was recommitting herself to the order. “What are you doing away from prayer, young lady?” Carolina asked with mock severity. Beatrix just beamed up at her, “I begged the Lord to let me greet you and Mother Superior said I could come with her.”
Carolina looked to the side door which was being held open by Mother Superior Victoria. The Mother was in her late sixties, she wore her full habit meticulously neat except for a curl of brown hair that had slipped out from under the coif. Her smile-lined face seemed a bit flushed, as if she had just been engaged in vigorous activity, but her wide smile and sparkling eyes showed nothing but joy as she gazed on her lost sheep returned to the fold. Tears sprung to Carolina's eyes as she embraced Mother Victoria, lost for words. “Welcome back my child, we've all been waiting for you.”
After a long embrace the Mother Superior pushed Carolina gently away and looked her up and down. Her gaze seemed slightly off, as if she was sizing her up, but there was no sign of it when their eyes met again, “You look wonderful, let me guide you to your new room, there have been some changes since you left.”
Carolina smiled back, “I don't suppose you'd mind if I slipped into the end of the noon service, it's been too long.”
The Mother Superior gave a little frown, “Nonsense, settle yourself in, rest from your trip. The chapel isn't going anywhere, my child.” Carolina was a little surprised by her remark but nodded and followed as the older woman took the lead, with Beatrix following a few steps behind with her other suitcase. Carolina was lead towards the dorms by a round about route. Almost as if she was being guided away from the chapel. She tried to push aside that nagging feeling that still rested inside her and to appreciate being back inside the simple but elegant halls of Divine Heart. When they finally reached her room, a modest sized room with polished wooden walls, she put her suitcase inside her closet then grabbed her other one from Beatrix, who smiled up at her, and put it on top of the old wooden bureau. The bed was neatly made with white sheets and a navy blue comforter laying across it, a simple cross hanging above it.
She tuned to face Mother Superior and Beatrix, her intent was to thank them and follow them back to the central area's of the building, maybe see Sister Julia in the kitchen for a late lunch. Instead she found them standing outside of the room. Mother Victoria smiled an odd smile at her, “The Lord wants you to rest now, my child. Don't worry, things have become glorious since you left us.” As she finished, she closed the door and Carolina heard the solid click of a lock. Her eyes widened in confusion and shock as she rushed to the door, only to feel panic rise inside her as she realized there was nothing under the metal nob, the door was locked from the outside. “Mother Superior? Victoria! What's going on, why did you lock me in?!” panic pushed the words out in a rush.
She heard Beatrix sweet voice from the other side of the thick wooden door, “Everything's going to be great... You'll see, the Lord told us so.”
Carolina beat against the wooden door and began to yell, “What's going on!!! What does that mean!!! Why are you doing this to me!! Help!!!” There was no response and after long minutes of yelling she had to accept no one was listening. Her mind spun with confusion as she sat down on the bed. Dread filled her as she tried to make sense of what was going on, but she had nothing to even begin to understand why her Mother Superior and an 11 year old girl had just locked her in a cell dressed up to look like one of the convent's dorms.
As she sat there, she could feel a vibration beneath her feet, at first she thought the deep bass rumbling was from the pipe organ but there was no deep note that accompanied the vibrations. She touched the floor, and then the walls feeling them vibrate but not hearing anything. She yawned suddenly, surprised as a wave of lethargy washed over her. She had just been in the midst of a panic but all of a sudden she felt her body growing heavy. It was wrong, it was unnatural, but her body didn't seem to care. The deep vibrations moved through her and her muscle relaxed and her eyes began to close. She fought to keep them open, standing suddenly and pacing the room but her movements grew sluggish and she found she had to lay back down or else she was going to fall as her legs threatened to give out from under her.
Carolina gripped her hands as tight as she could, pressing her short nails into the skin of her palms, trying to use pain to keep her mind focused, but her grip grew weak, and as her hands fell open there wasn't even a mark on them. Her upper body finally gave up and she collapsed back onto the bed, half lidded eyes gazing at the fine paneled ceiling. As her eyes slipped closed she thought she could hear some vague chanting at the very edge of her hearing. She tried to make out the words but finally lost her battle to remain conscious as the chanting grew louder filling the room and echoing in Carolina's now empty mind.
It was midway through her second year as a novitiate when her crisis of faith happened. Carolina stood shaking, gripping the communal phone with white knuckles as her father, with slow deliberation explained what was going on. It was her mother, it was cancer, stage four, she was in treatment but the prognosis was grim. Carolina stumbled, only half aware to the chapel and tried to pray but the warmth and comfort she had always felt was gone, leaving an empty void inside her. When she wasn't feeling nothing, she felt angry: angry at herself for not going home all that often, and angry at God for letting this happen to a kind and pious woman.
The Sisters tried to comfort her but she couldn't bare to be in the convent any longer. She told the Mother Superior she had to leave and she wasn't sure if she would be coming back. She was met with kindness which only made her more bitter, “Of course, take all the time you need, be with your family and know we will always welcome you back.” Without a look back, Carolina drove down the winding road lined with barren trees under a cold gray sky and returned to her home town.
She devoted herself to her family, to her mother, practically sleeping in the hospital and trying to fight the urge to scream every time she passed the all faith chapel near the main entrance. She lost her cool more then once, the worst being the time she yelled the in-house chaplain out of her mother's room. She didn't even try praying, it felt like a waste of time. She spent any spare time working a small job in town and helping to take care of her father, and being cared for in return, as she seemed to be taking it harder then he was.
Matthew had stopped by several times during the first few months. At first it was nice but in the years they had been apart he had grown odd, and the more time he spent around her the more obvious it became that he was far more interested, obsessed, in reigniting their old relationship than actually caring about her or what her family was going through. Eventually she blew up at him and told him that he had to leave her alone and not to come back. He screamed right back about how much her leaving him had hurt him, how she had chosen to devote herself to a lie and throw away their love, their future. She didn't care, she slammed the door in his face and when he wouldn't get off the lawn she called the cops and got a restraining order.
Carolina slid in and out of consciousness, never fully waking up but getting very close. She could feel hands running over her body. Sliding slowly and sensuously over her skin... was she naked? The hands were small and warm and worked to both relax her and stimulate her in ways she hadn't felt in years. She could feel her breath quicken and her body respond as her sluggish thoughts tried to fight against sensations that seemed too good to be wrong.
She fought to open her eyes and with a half lidded gaze she thought she could make out the form of Jacinta standing naked beside her bed, her rich walnut skin glistening as she continued to bring Carolina's body towards heights of pleasure. Jacinta's smooth chest had only the slightest hint of breasts topped with dark nipples. She shifted her position, her lithe young body moving with the slight awkwardness of early puberty. She crawled onto the bed and knelt over Carolina, giving her an unwanted glimpse of the girl's smooth nether region.
She found alien thoughts entering her mind, and as the sight of the child caused a growing unnatural desire within her, only heightened by Jacinta's skilled ministrations. The girl was softly singing, half to herself and half to Carolina, the words flowing out of her lips like a familiar prayer:
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect and use as He sees fit.
i am His toy and will be used as He wants.
i am a gift to my Lord, His pleasure is my pleasure. i take joy in His joy and want to please Him.
i am His; He will protect and guide me. i freely give myself to him.
i worship His cock. i will beg to suck it. It is my idol. i live to serve all of my Lord.
i honor His children. i will pleasure them as they pleasure me.
i will be His slut in bed, his caretaker, servant, and child for eternity.
my body is beauty, He loves my flesh, and He takes what He wants from me.
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His, i will make Him proud to possess me.
The song repeated over and over, they mixed with the thrumming vibration of the room and the unintelligible chanting. They filled Carolina's mind as her body was driven further and further toward release. She felt her lips moving, mouthing the words alongside the beautiful Hispanic girl who was teasing her nipples and thrusting tiny fingers in and out of her. Carolina's body arched in a silent orgasm and the world went white, her mind went blank, and she was gone again.
They called it a miracle. Her mother was responding to the treatments. The tumors were shrinking and over the course of a few more months, her mother went from death's door to partial remission. She cried, her father cried, her mother cried. It was like the clouds in her heart had parted and after over a half year of despair and emptiness she was filled with joy and hope again.
Still it wasn't until she was speaking with her mother that her thoughts turned back to her old path. Her mother said, “I guess God still has something for me to do here.” Her mother smiled at Carolina with a knowing look, “maybe I'm not the only one.” It wasn't as if Carolina's faith returned overnight. She knew that it had been an excellent doctor and medical science that had saved her mother, not a divine miracle, but still she had always believed that God worked through people. She started praying again, first by herself, then in the church she had grown up in. She apologized for her anger and asked for his forgiveness. She tried to contact Sister Ascenza but couldn't seem to get in contact with her. Eventually she decided to reach out to Mother Superior Victoria.
She asked about returning to the convent, resuming her studies, if she was even still welcome there after her abrupt departure. She was told that she was not the first novitiate who had felt the need to return to secular life. She was also told that if she felt ready to return, she was welcome. Mother Superior said that she still had a special place with them and that, if she was ready, the Lord wanted her back.
There was more prayer, more discussions, and reflections with her family. She compared her life in her home town to her life at the Divine Heart. In the end though, her path felt clear once again. Her parents told her that she had never been happier than when she visited them from the convent. Her friends told her that if there was a place she knew she fit, she should return there. Even her boss at her part time job told her to do what she felt was right. So one October day she said goodbye to her family, loaded two modest suitcases into the trunk of her beat up '97 Camry and hit the road, her heart light and her faith stronger after being tested.
Carolina woke easily, stretching her arms and opening her eyes. Diffuse sunlight filled the room from the window facing the inner cloister. As she sat up on her bed she immediately noticed that she was naked. She recalled being locked in the room, the vibrations, the whispering chants...she knew that there was something very wrong happening but she struggled to grasp onto any strong negative emotions. Rather, she felt good, clear headed and calm, at peace in a way she hadn't been during her long, stressful months at home.
She stood and felt a slight echo of the vibrations in the wood beneath the soles of her feet. As she looked around, she to found the room very much the same as it had been when she had first been locked in, except for the fact that there was no longer a door in the door way. She stepped over to frame and found the door had been unbolted and taken away while she was... asleep...? No that didn't seem to be the right word for the strange emptiness that had washed over her. Her mind drifted back to Jacinta pleasuring her and found her mouth was moving again shaping words she wasn't speaking, “i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect...” She snapped her mouth shut and stepped back into the room with the vague intent to find something to wear, even though she was felt oddly comfortable being naked.
A very familiar voice spoke from behind her, “Good morning Carolina, Welcome home.” She turned and found her mentor, Sister Ascenza standing in the doorway. She was mostly naked, her well worn Mediterranean body on display in a parody of a habit. Her hair was tucked into her white coif with the black veil pinned on top and long down her back. Her face, smiling and lined with her age, was framed by the coif which stretched down to just above her chest. Her tunic was cut down the middle and pinned to the sides, showing off everything beneath. She wore a black half-cup bra to hold up her breasts and a matching black garter belt which held up black stockings. Carolina's felt her mind try to rebel against the image of her friend and teacher turned into a fetish MILF but she couldn't seem to break through the calm pleasant haze that filled her mind.
Caroline managed a frown, which probably came off more like a pout, “Sister Ascenza... something's... something's very bad... what is.. I mean why are you... I don't...” She struggled to even put her concerns into words.
Sister Ascenza gave her an easy smile she knew very well, “Nothing is wrong, everything is as the Lord wills it.” She took a step forward and reached out for Carolina's hand. Carolina gave her mentor her hand and followed as she was lead out into the hall, “Let me show you.”
Sister Ascenza led the confused but docile young woman down the hall. As they walked by, Carolina saw that the doors to the other rooms were also gone and she started to hear moans of pleasure in the air. The first few rooms were empty but as they past more she found some were filled with other sisters and the children from the academy. The sister walked her slowly past the doors allowing her to take in the various sexual tableaux.
In one room an older sister, dressed similarly to Ascenza, was sitting on the bed with her knees to her chest while an enthusiastic young boy from the academy thrust his tiny dick in and out of her sopping cunt. She cried out, “Faster Samuel Faster! Fill me with your hard hot devotion!” Samuel seemed to be trying his hardest to comply, grunting as his ass slammed back and forth, his unbuttoned shirt and tartan tie bouncing wildly.
In another room two young women a few years older then Carolina, wearing only white coif were on the wooden floor grinding their pussies together while chanting a rhythmic prayer over and over,“In gratitude i serve, and in thankfulness, i submit, and in peace, i honor my Lord with my obedience.” Their chanting grew faster and faster as their slick cunts rubbed against each other. Carolina found herself chanting along with them under her breath before she was gently guided past.
Another room had a sister on her knees with her face buried in the hairless crotch of a young girl of around ten. She had her arms wrapped around the girl's waist, gripping her ass and holding the girl on her unsteady feet. A second sister, in her fifties, held the girl's tartan skirt up with one hand and had the other hand inside the girl's mostly unbuttoned top, playing with her small hard nipples. The little girl was moaning, “Thank you Lord, Thank you Lord,” as she held her hands clasped in prayer. Her gaze was turned towards the heavens as her brown curls cascaded around her beautiful face.
By the time they reached the exit to the dormitory Carolina could feel moisture between her thighs, a slickness that spread as she walked. The smell of his own sex filled the air along with those of many others. Ascenza stopped at the intersection and looked back at Carolina, frowning slightly, “i know things seem confusing... i remember when i first heard His voice and wanted to turn away; but now...” She touched the wall and smiled, “it is within me.” Carolina tried to form a question, or some sort of resistance but she could still feel the vibrations moving through her and the thoughts wouldn't take shape.
Sister Ascenza walked through the convent in a calm silence. Carolina saw that the hand that wasn't holding her own was now between the older woman's legs. The once reserved and modest sister was casually caressing her outer folds, teasing her moist sex with a total lack of shame. Carolina felt the desire to plunge her own free hand between her thighs but balled it into a fist instead. It was the only thing she could bring herself to do to express the wordless wrong that sat growing deep within her mind surrounded by a haze of calm pleasure and growing arousal.
As they turned to towards the hall that attached academy to the main building, images seamed to flow into through Carolina's mind through the soles of her feet. The shapes of young boys and girls naked... smooth bodies grinding against each other and her own... groaning in young forbidden lust.. her breath quickening as excitement filled her. She pulled herself from Ascenza grip and walked forward on her own, wanting to see it, touch it, taste it herself. Some muffled inner voice screamed at her and her body stopped jerkily.
Carolina grabbed the sides of her head and tried to cover her ears but the deep vibrations shook through her bones, she couldn't block them out. A very quiet scream formed at the back of her throat, high pitched and reedy. The placid calm inside her felt like a great sea she was drowning in and as the small sound died away she wasn't even sure what she was screaming about. She sagged into one of the windowed alcoves. Looking out Carolina saw the gray stone walls surrounding the convent and felt trapped and alone.
Sister Ascenza stood next to her and gently but firmly grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Be calm Carolina, feel it flowing through you... nothing is wrong. It is as it has always been. we follow the Lord's teachings and guide others on His path through guidance and prayer. Come.” Carolina followed as she was lead into the Academy.
“Most of the children will be in classes at this time, other than those you've seen taking up their duties around the convent.” Sister Ascenza explained as she walked them down hallways Carolina knew well. They approached the first classroom, the one that they had always used for the youngest children. As they moved towards the door she could hear several young voices lifted in song, “Lord is Master. i am slave. Lord is owner. i am owned. Lord commands. i obey. Lord is to be pleased. i am to please. why is this? Lord is Master. i am slave.”
The tune was light and was sung with a happy chorus of voices. As Carolina stood in the door way she saw her friend, Angie, was leading the class. She was dressed in the same open habit as Sister Ascenza but lacked any underwear. Her large ebony breasts swung back and forth as she moved from the keyboard against the wall to front of the class. Eight naked children between the ages of four and seven sat Indian style on the rug in the middle of the class. “Very good, boys and girls the Lord is pleased at your devotion.” The children all smiled and the little four year old girl clapped her hands before pointing at the door. Angie followed the gesture and smiled wide as she saw who was standing there.
“Carolina!” She called out and crossed the room in a few quick steps to wrap her friend in a tight hug. Carolina felt Angie's skin, flushed hot with arousal, pressed against her own. She stepped away and pulled Carolina into the classroom. “Do you boys and girls remember Carolina?” the two oldest, a six year old boy named Mark and a seven year old girl named Natalia nodded and both smiled widely and called out, “I do I do,” in unison. Angie frowned at them and spoke a quick aside to Carolina, “i'm still working on their submission. They want to serve the Lord and his sisters desperately but they are still young and not appropriately prepared in body and mind.”
Speaking up she continued, “Mark, Natalia why don't you come up front and show Carolina what we've been practicing. The rest of you watch closely and follow along with your starter cocks.” The children scurried around the room, the young girls and one little boy grabbed smooth pen sized dildos from the back table before sitting back down with their legs spread wide showing off bald pussies and a flaccid pecker shining with some sort of lube.
Mark was a brown haired boy with tanned skin. His body was hairless below the neck and his small 1.5 inches was half hard as Natalia approached him, eyes downwards. She was slightly taller then him with dusky sink, long dark hair and Hispanic features. She was totally flat with unusually large hard nipples on her chest and a curve to her hips despite her age. She spoke with practiced reverence in her tone, “May i please you?”
Mark looked at Angie as if asking permission. She nodded and gave him a 'go on' gesture. He swallowed and spoke as if trying to remember the words, “yes and as you pleasure this slave so too do you pleasure Him.” Angie gave the boy a little thumbs up as Natalia went on her knees and took his small penis into her hands, licking and suckling on it until it grew hard. The girls sitting on the mat tried to copy the Natalia's motions on their own little dildos, sucking on the flesh colored rubber while the little boy played with his slicked up dicky.
Once Mark was hard Natalia stood and leaned her upper body across the teacher's chair and used her hands to spread her ass apart, showing her lubed up slit and rosebud asshole. “use my holes as your wish, they exist for your pleasure.” Mark moving more confidently now that his body was flush with excitement from her fluffing. He stood behind Natalia and lined himself up with her slit before pushing himself inside. The pre-lubed hole was easy to slide into but it was still vice-tight on his little member. Slowly he began pushing himself in and out of her underdeveloped twat. As he moved Natalia shifted her position, using her one hand to guide him into her while her other began to rub at her clit.
On the floor, the younger girls continued to copy the older girl to the best of their abilities, spreading their cunnies and slipping the sex toys inside themselves. From the ease at which their tiny cunts took the small toys it was clear they practiced often. The little boy had scooted forward and slipped his own little dildo into his ass while pumping at his pecker even faster. The sounds of moaning children filled the room as Mark and Natalie began to pant and groan with pleasure. They were soon joined by the little girls mewling in wordless joy.
Carolina's body stood watching in horror as two different sets of instincts warred inside her body. Her pussy was dripping but her stomach was nauseated. She wanted to taste the young boy's cock herself and suck Natalia's pussy juice off of it before diving between each little set of legs and bringing the children to orgasm with her lips and tongue. She hated herself to her very core and wanted to vomit. The deviant show and twisting desires inside her were finally too much and something snapped.
She pulled roughly away from Angie, who still had her arm companionably against Carolina's hip. Her legs were pumping and she was running before she really knew what she was doing. She could still feel the vibrations inside her trying to lull her back into erotic bliss but she gave herself a slap across the face and continued moving towards the back exit to the Academy. She heard voices calling behind her but she ignored them. Her mind was still mixed up but she tried to focus on moving, on escape.
She dashed past another classroom and kept her eyes focused at the end of the hall, though she couldn't block out the wet slapping sounds she heard. She took a hard right and a left and was soon running shoulder first into the side door off to the parking area. Carolina crashed into the push bar and was out standing naked in the cool fall air. The gravel path underneath her feet hurt but she tried to ignore it as she scrambled for her car. She had only just started thinking about how to get it going, dredging up some mostly forgotten tricks for hot-wiring that she had learned from 'Mammoth' when she saw that her car was up on blocks, tires removed.
She ran her eyes over some of her other vehicles but went back into panic mode when she herd voices calling from side door. Sister Ascenza and Angie were both standing there looking concerned and confused, “Why are you running Carolina? You're back where you belong.” They didn't chase after her, just stood at the doorway waiting for her to turn back.
She screamed, “No!” and started running again, onto the grass that bordered the gravel driveway and down towards the gate. She looked over her shoulder but no one seemed to be coming after her so she slowed to a fast walk. The Victorian building loomed over her; feeling like a predator waiting to grab her up and pull her back into that pleasant ocean of perversion. A shuddered ran through her. Carolina picked up her pace again once she saw the gate but then came to a halt. Brand new stainless steel chains wrapped themselves around and around the wrought iron gates, locking them tightly closed.
She stood staring at the chains, trying to come up with some sort of plan when the chapel bell began to ring, BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... the sound reverberated through the air. Naked, alone, and scared out of her mind as she was Carolina still felt the sound of the bell like physical impact. BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... the thoughts were driven from her mind by the resonant sound. Frozen in place her mind drifted back to when she was very very young. It was an incomplete memory but one that always sprung to mind when she heard a church bell ring.
She was standing in her home town church surrounded by other children her own age, maybe seven or eight. The Sunday School teacher was talking to them about the different parts of a church, “This is where they ring the bell before services.” the older woman pointed a thick rope that stretched up through a hole in the ceiling. “Do you know what the church bell says? Bong Bong, Bong Bong... come to church... come to church... it's calling all the people to worship.”
Carolina didn't remember much more then that but they still called to her like that BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Come to Church... Come to Church... the ringing bell filled the air... it filled her mind... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Carolina turned from the chained up gate, from her last chance to escape...Come to Church... Come to Church... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... Fear and confusion was driven from her mind... it was calling her to worship... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG.... BONG....BONG....
As the bell continued to toll, Carolina walked through the main doors of the convent, stepping back onto the softly vibrating wood like a sleepwalker in an old movie. The only thing she was missing were the extended arms. The main hall led directly into the chapel and she was joined by the two sisters who had opened the door for her. Other women streamed in from around the building, joining the slow walk into the chapel. Most of them were older, over forty, but there were younger women as well who had chosen to become Brides of Christ. Now all were worshiping a very different Lord.
None of them were dressed normally. Most had the cut and pinned up home made fetish uniform that Caroline had seen on Angie and Sister Ascenza. A few wore even less, naked with only the coif and veil. Others had small touches that indicated what they had been doing around the building. There were a few more completely naked. Had she been aware of her surroundings, Carolina would have noticed Nicole among them, having not yet earned her habit, even if it was a perverse parody of one.
Only Carolina walked mindlessly. The rest of the women spoke to each other, voices low in reverence, but an air of excitement filled the group. Almost all of them were looking or gesturing at Carolina. Her return seemed to hold some great importance, “It's her!” “She's back!” “Just as the Lord willed it.” “i can't wait!”
The chapel was bright and clean with natural light streaming in from the stained glass windows lining the eastern wall. The glass displayed images of saints gazing down with gracious smiles on the twisted congregation that was filling the room. Against the back wall was a huge pipe organ that looked to be very well maintained and part of the original building; however attached to the pipes that led up from the organ was a large and complex-looking piece of technology that generated intricate multi-toned vibrations that were transmitted through the pipes. The pews filled quickly; the whole convent was only about fifty woman. As the sisters took their seats, they spread their legs wide in a lewd display of sopping wet cunts dripping slowly onto the hard wooden seats.
From the side door near the front of the nave the Mother Superior entered, followed by the seventeen children that made up the academy. Mother Superior Victoria wore a white habit, also cut and pinned, and her old nipples were pierced with a chain running between them on which a golden cross hung. The children were all naked and walked in an orderly line to fill up the side pews where the choir usually stood, the youngest was four-year-old Teresa, the oldest fourteen-year-old Justina. The children, like the rest of the congregation, were all visibly aroused with dripping pussies, and rock hard dicks on the five young boys.
As the bell stopped ringing Mother Superior Victoria took her place to the side of the alter and sank down on a set of prepared double dildos, impaling her cunt and ass. Carolina, who had been guided by the rest of the convent to a pew right in front of the alter, started to come back to herself. Her mind felt weirdly clear. As if the bell had cleared the twisted programming out of her mind, but she found her body was frozen in place, unable to move. She tried to cry out but she couldn't speak or struggle, only watch whatever blasphemies were going to unfold.
A sister stood up from the pew beside her. It was Sister Seraphina, a stunningly beautiful tawny skinned woman in her early thirties. She walked to the pulpit and began to lead the services. “Let us stand as we speak that which we are willing.” Carolina's body stood on her own as she heard the susurrus of cloth as the rest of the congregation stood. Sister Seraphina lifted her voice and spoke clearly, her words filling the chapel,“Your slave is willing…”
In perfect unison everyone present, sisters and children alike, spoke their response, “To receive what the Lord gives me,” Carolina was unsurprised but no less terrified as her own voice responded as well, the words seeming to burn deep into her mind as she spoke them.
Again Sister Seraphina spoke, “Your slave is willing…”
Voices in unison spoke again different words that burned into her mind, “To lack what the Lord withholds.”
She repeated the call,“Your slave is willing…”
And again they spoke a different response, “To relinquish what the Lord takes.” And so they continued the call and response:
“Your slave is willing…”
“To surrender what the Lord claims.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To suffer what the Lord ordains.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To learn what the Lord teaches.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To change what the Lord alters.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To do what the Lord requests.”
“Your slave is willing…”
“To be and to do anything the Lord commands, forever and always.”
Carolina's mind was filled with the words, echoing inside her powerfully. Together, all present spoke a single word, “Amen.” With their prayer, for it could be nothing else, spoken, the room took their seats.
“Wonderful,” Sister Seraphina smiled beatifically down at them. “Always remember our minds, bodies and souls, are not ours, but entrusted to our care, until such a time the Lord requires them.” Carolina saw the children nodding slowly at the wisdom they saw in this statement. She tried not to agree but the vibrations thrummed loudly here and she felt their truth as she nodded along.
“Before he comes and stands before us once again, I wish to take this time to share my own, and all of our, deep joy at the return of our wayward child, Carolina.” Carolina looked up at Seraphina who locked eyes with her. “As we all know, her return to the fold pleases our Lord more so than all who have come before. So some of our youngest wish to show her our gratitude.” Sister Seraphina gestured to the alter as five children moved out of their seats and stood next to it. Carolina recognized them all: Beatrix, Jacinta, and Nicholas, the ones who were always so close to her, were joined by the twins, Claire and Agnes.
Carolina's eyes were drawn to them, roaming across their bodies and taking them in, her pussy growing aroused at what she saw. She expected to feel the same revulsion that had sat inside her before but she felt only desire. Beatrix's golden hair fell down almost to her hips. Her chest was showing slight curves and looked like she might have needed to start wearing a training bra. Her nipples were hard and small and there was slight wisp of blond fuzz above her moist lower lips. Jacinta was much as Carolina had last seen her, warm walnut skin with less developed breasts but larger nipples and a more rounded pair of hips with a smooth hairless crotch. Nicholas was a gangling youth, tall for his ten years, looking like some one had stretched him to his above average height. His little manhood was long and thin like him but hard and pointed in her direction. The twins were identical Asian girls with skin and hair very close to Carolina's own. They were older than the others but petite. Still, their age could be seen in their full A cup breasts and rounded hips. Each had a thin patch of dark hair around their pussies which glistened with their arousal. Only their hair, one in pigtails the other with a ponytail, made them stand apart but she had no idea which of the girls was which.
“Take your place on the alter, Carolina.” Sister Saraphina's voice, now a gentle command, broke Carolina from her revere. Her body stood for her and she found herself walking across the tile floor, stepping up into the sanctuary and sitting on the alter cloth. Looking back into the nave she saw that while all eyes were on her, the sisters were not sitting in pious prayer. Hands were between thighs, fingers twisting nipples, legs up on the backs of pews to give greater access. Several sisters had paired off, their tongues dancing together while each kept one eye on Carolina. With a single word spoken with reverence, “Pleasure,” Saraphina sent the rest of the children moving among the congregation.
It didn't take long for young mouths to find old cunts and tiny fingers to worm their way into assholes lubed by sexual juices. Two of the boys rhythmically pounded a pair of sisters while a group waited their turn to be fucked. The last two boys found themselves standing on the pews while sisters sucked on their prepubescent cocks and rimmed their assholes. Even as the room became an orgy, the moans and cries of pleasure stayed soft and reverent while the gazes, young and old alike, focused on her.
Carolina felt children's hands on her arms and back, carefully laying her down on the alter while other hands spread her legs. She was dripping wet, her arousal soaking into the alter cloth. One at a time each of the five who had chosen to 'show her their gratitude' came and kissed her with passion. Beatrix, Jacinta, Nicholas, Claire, and Agnes, she tasted their lips and felt their tiny tongues dance with her own before each moved to pleasure her body. The twins each took one of her modest breasts and latched onto her nipples, suckling and licking while far too talented hands began to massage her chest, causing a slow but growing pleasure to fill her.
Nicholas was between her legs, kissing slowly between her thighs and moving up higher and higher, his hot breath teasing against her wet snatch as he dipped long thin fingers between her moist folds. He clamped his mouth against the top of her cunt, gently teasing out her sensitive clit. Her body shuddered in pleasure and anticipation. She moaned, wanting to beg for more but finding herself unable to do anything beyond receive the pleasure she was being given.
In near unison, she felt her hands, laying out to her side and off of the alter, being engulfed by hot damp flesh. Looking out of the corners of her eyes, Carolina could see that Beatrix was on her left and Jacinta on her right. Both girls had slid her hands in between their thighs and were grinding their needy cunts against her. Even as they took their own pleasure from her, Carolina felt their oiled hands reach out and massage her body. They ran their skilled hands along her naked form and began to massage and caress her less obvious erogenous zones: playing down the side of her neck, moving across her stomach, caressing her ass cheeks and touching her face gently and lovingly. Their four hands moved in practiced motions and enhanced the move obvious sexual stimulation pushing her on deeper and deeper, closer and closer, her body writhing, panting, begging for release. On an unseen signal the two young girls began to lift their voices in song and were soon joined my a chorus of enraptured and enthralled nuns and sisters:
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His to protect and use as He sees fit.
i am His toy and will be used as He wants.
i am a gift to my Lord, His pleasure is my pleasure. i take joy in His joy and want to please Him.
i am His; He will protect and guide me. i freely give myself to him.
i worship His cock. i will beg to suck it. It is my idol. i live to serve all of my Lord.
i honor His children. i will pleasure them as they pleasure me.
i will be His slut in bed, his caretaker, servant, and child for eternity.
my body is beauty, He loves my flesh, and He takes what He wants from me.
i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are His, i will make Him proud to possess me.
Carolina's voice lifted too, the words burned deep into her very core. She could only sing the words and wallow in overwhelming pleasure, eyes turned towards the havens seeing the curved wooden ceiling of the chapel that once belonged to her order and now belonged to the Lord. As her body crested in orgasm a shadow was cast over her and a tall form looked down at her face. Her body writhed as earth-shattering, mind-bending pleasure filled her. Her eyes couldn't focus, her vision blurred, but as she screamed out and crested another peak, a second orgasm right after the first she could see a wide smile and a deep and familiar masculine voice spoke to her, “Glad to see you're enjoying your homecoming, Carolina.”
She saw the man gesture and felt the children that had been pleasuring her step away murmuring reverently, “Yes Lord.” She blinked her eyes and found she could move with her own power as she wiped the sweat out of them. The face of the man standing over her resolved into the wickedly smiling face of Matthew Lynn. He was wearing the vestments of a church bishop cut down the middle to show off his well toned body and rock hard cock. Carolina's mouth opened and closed, she didn't even know what to say. Sitting up she saw that all the people in the room had stopped in their place and every other woman and child in the room were on their knees, eyes cast down with hands clasped together. “Lord...?” the word slipped out between her lips. Carolina voice wavered with a mix of total confusion and programmed submission, “Why....How...?”
“Yes Carolina, I am the Lord here now.” His tone was confident but edged with anger. “You left me, you left us to devote yourself to some thousand year old lies. It broke me, ruined me. I went crazy for a time, they had to lock me up you know... but no, I'm sure you wouldn't know. You never even bothered to call, but I'm smart, so very very smart. I discovered the harmonics, what they could do to the human mind, in college. I didn't know what I was going to do with them, but I knew I was going to get you back... When you came home last year I thought I might not need to... I thought we could be together, you would return to me willingly, forget all this.” As he spoke his voice grew more and more frantic, angry, louder and edged with madness. “But you rejected me, Carolina, so I decided to use the harmonics to take everything from you. I hated this place, these people, but I knew you'd come crawling back here, whether your mother lived or died, you wanted to be here... wanted them more than me, so I took it from you, shaped your HOME into a place for me, my place, in my image, my desires... playthings for my amusement while I laid in wait for you to come back to me...” He was screaming now, his handsome face twisted with glee. “You wanted to devote your life to the lord, FINE. Now I'm the Lord, your God, and you all belong to me.”
The voices filled the room calling out in unison, “i belong to you my Lord!”
She tried to clamp her mouth shut but her own voice spoke the words with the same religious fervor as the rest. Carolina tried to gather her thoughts to say something, do something, anything. Matthew must have seen her trying to resist and raised a remote in his hand, pointing it towards the strange machine attached to the pipe organ. Vibrations, his harmonics, filled the room even louder then before, making it harder to think, etching the words, the prayers, the twisted arousal and total devotion deeper into her core. She managed to force out a question, “The children... why?”
If anything his face grew even more twisted. Matthew gestured and the twins stepped up beside him. He pushed gently down on their heads and they fell to their knees, taking his rock-hard cock into their hands and beginning to worship it with their lips and tongues. “Why? Because you loved them... so simple and pure, so I twisted them completely. I hadn't even intended to use them myself but how could I resist? You've seen what they can do... so much more satisfying then dried up old nun cunt.” Claire and Agnes were moving faster now sucking, kissing, licking. He gripped their hair tightly guiding them firmly, using them roughly for his pleasure.
“I was originally going to use them to help break you and then sell them to certain interested parties but I've been thinking. I have a nice little isolated place here now and there is a market for, shall we say, forbidden fruit. But that's for later. Its time to make you mine completely.” Carolina tried to run, to move, to thrash, and twist away. Break for the door, escape from her insane ex, get help... but she didn't even budge.. She didn't even really want to... Matthew held up a bulky helmet he had picked up from the ground behind him. She could see it vibrating in his hands as he stepped away from his twin fluffers taking his place at the alter, between Carolina's splayed legs.
“Now bow your head and take my blessings upon you child.” Matthew spoke with gravitas. Carolina inched herself forward, her twisted mind wanting this, wanting to have the last of her fear, confusion, and sadness wiped away and give into the same mad devotion that had claimed the rest of the convent. She felt her pussy lips brush against his rock-hard cock and she bowed her head. “i belong to my Lord. my body, heart, and soul are yours.” As he pressed his thick cock into her, she felt the helmet being lowered onto her head and then there was only the harmonics and pleasure...
Carlos Jacobi stepped out of his town car and walked up the flower lined pathway to the doors of the convent tucked away deep in the hills of West Virginia. His face was obscured by a white and gold half mask and in his right hand he held the silver coin he had paid a very pretty penny for. It was embossed with a symbol of a heart and cross wrapped with chains. Walking up to the door, he held up the coin to the camera lens hidden in the door frame and he heard a click of an electronic lock disengaging and the door swung open.
The inside of the modest-looking convent was anything but modest. The main hall was lavishly decorated with tasteful but erotic art and felt both grand and inviting. Carlos slipped out of his Italian loafers and stepped onto the thick carpet. Standing to one side was a beautiful African woman dressed in a sexy nun costume, black hair flowing from under her veil and down a sheer black robe that showed off the elaborate lingerie she wore over an ample bosom and beautifully rounded ass. She wordlessly offered to take his coat and shoes and he passed them over without giving her a second glance. She was attractive but not why he was here.
At the end of the hall two people, a man and a woman approached him with smiles on their faces. Both had Asian features and appeared to be in their mid-twenties. The man wore styles religious vestments that had been custom tailored to be split down the middle but was currently held together by a wide cloth belt. The woman had blue and purple hair and wore a full shiny latex fetish nun outfit that wrapped her curves tightly. The top was open to show her modest breasts with nipples covered by Xs of PVC tape. In one black-gloved hand she held a leather crop with a silver cross handle. The man spoke first: “Greetings, I'm Father Lorde and this is my Mistress Superior, Carolina Raven” The woman gave a little bow.
Mother Superior Raven spoke next, “Welcome to the Sister Slaves of the Deviant Heart of Lust Convent and Academy. Follow me.” She gestured down a hall to the right and lead the way with Carlos and Father Lorde walking behind her. As she stepped off the carpet onto warm wooden floors, the heels of her thigh high boots clicked rhythmically. After only a short walk she opened the door into a room filled with around thirty young boys and girls between the ages of seven and fourteen. They were dressed in hand tailored catholic school uniforms in blue and white. The girls wore knee high white socks and tartan skirts so short he could see the ever so slight curves of their naked preteen asses. Their sheer white silk button down tops showed their naked chests and hard nipples with a tartan tie draping down between them. The boys wore the same sheer shirts and ties that displayed their smooth hairless chest as well as tartan patterns ass-less chaps to show off their tighty-whities which hugged their young packages. All of the children were striking various erotic poses while quietly chatting around desks in a classroom. “Which of the Lord's children can serve you today?”
As the rich Latino pedophile walked around the room, examining his options, Father Lorde came up behind Mistress Raven and wrapped an arm around her waist before kissing her neck. Raven purred with pleasure and turned to face her Lord and Master. “Is everything as you will it, Lord?” He just nodded and smiled and her heart filled with endless joy. She couldn't help but think how so very few twenty-four-year-olds know exactly what they want to do with their lives, but she had no doubt she had found her home.
*Image courtesy of Danaume Rook*