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ife as a dedicated vessel of God was very much about routine, and at Saint Quintin Monastery it was no less the same. As decreed, there were rules to follow, such as praying eight times a day, eating twice a day, attending Mass three times a day, working only with your hands, and not spending your time talking to each other. By the time Morning Mass happened on the 9th hour, the sisters had already prayed twice and had completed a morning chore. For sister Mary Miriam Prichett, laundry was her morning duty and would continue to carry out the responsibilities for another few months. She shared this with one of the priory's Initiates, who were women in the training phase of becoming devout Nuns. Miriam had never been able to adjust to structure. It seemed to just disagree with her very personality. It was the sole reason she had been surrendered to the monastic lifestyle by her parents when she was a young girl, and it was a personal victory she had made it this far in the Nunnery. But she still struggled to grasp the seriousness of being punctual. And when Miriam had sent the Initiate away to rest, for the girl had not been feeling well, Miriam had lost track of the time while engrossed in folding clothes. She panicked, and did her best to sneak into the Chapel to take her spot amongst everyone else as devotions underwent. But she had been noticed. Father Nathaniel had been cracking down on her. He was not like their previous Priest, Father Matteo, who worked her over with grace and patience. Nathaniel made sure that Miriam's penalties were felt deeper, and harder to forget. And they were just increasing in the severity of their punishment as each one occurred. But this time, …this time had been the worst of all. After evening Worship, he had chained her to the giant wooden cross in the chapel and left her there all night long. Miriam wasn't one to reflect deep and hard, but this time Nathaniel had cracked open a new level of determination in her willingness to get it right next time. She hated this punishment. It was terrible, and embarrassing, and difficult to bear all night long. He had her shun the traditional habit of a Nun down to her undergarment, which was a sleeveless white gown suitable for sleeping in, and had chained her to the cross much like how Jesus had been crucified. Miriam had always been a thin girl, with a small frame and red hair. As a kid, the others would jest and say that the wind would bend her over like a reed if it had the mind to blow hard enough. She had at least one freckle on every square inch of her body, and breasts that sloped to a pecked peek with perfect little nipples. The shape of those nubs could be seen through her thin gown like hardened buttons. It was cold through the night in the Chapel, and she had occasionally shivered, and now every muscle in her body ached from being kept in the forced poise. Poor Miriam couldn't even feel her fingers anymore and she needed to relieve herself so very badly. She started crying at first sight of Nathaniel who had finally returned to her in the morning hours. This had not been the first time she had wept and cried, and the big tears rolling down her cheeks revitalized the path of previous ones. She was partly relieved that his return meant this ordeal was almost over. Her legs pressed tightly together in an effort to hold back her desperate need to use the privy. Anxiously her fingers twitched, and her brown eyes pleaded while they held Nathaniel's gaze. "Please forgive me Father, please. I promise to always be on time, it will not happen again. I have prayed all night long asking for God's saving grace." Miriam's voice trembled. "Please forgive my sins." She wouldn't mention how urgently she needed to relieve herself, but it was a demand from her body held front and foremost.
ary Elaine Lorence, for the hundredth time, felt like she couldn't breathe in the silence of the room. Secretly, her big toe was a mad appendage, tapping fervently inside her shoe. She stared at the poem, but never really saw it at all. These Study hours had turned into dreadful periods of longing for the sun to hurry up and pass on by the time. Sometimes she would steal glances at the other two companions sitting alongside her at the round table, just to see if they were showing any signs of visible distress like that which plagued her. But they always seemed at peace, like doves cooing in the afternoon light. Their minds and hands hard at work transcribing the material laid out before them. The rule to keep talking to a minimum was strictly observed during this time, and it only smothered Elaine, making her restless and unsettled. She couldn't concentrate during times like this. She dipped the quill into the bottle of ink to refresh the calamus of the feather, but honestly, it really didn't need it. Her task was to copy the poem into a decorative manuscript with illuminated letters and illustrations. The priory was famous for the quality of written material that came out of its holy walls, distributed amongst the world below. But right now, all she could think about was her long-lost brother, whom she hadn't seen since her days in the orphanage. Elaine was now nineteen years old, and counting up the years, it had been five years since she had been embraced by him. Life in the orphanage had been hard and Elaine's shy and demure nature made her an easy target for the brazen boys. Her brother had always kept her safe from trouble and harm, beating up anyone who looked twice at her. And at night they slept together in the same bed, where her older brother would hug and embrace her. She was too young to be aware of most things about her body, but the way he touched and rubbed her pussy always made her feel so very relaxed and so very good. These days, now that her body was in high tide of sexual need, all she could ever fantasize about was her brother. He occupied all her fantasies at night – the perfect lover. And right now, he was occupying her Study hour. Elaine writhed in her seat ever so slightly, just enough to rock her hips and press the heat of her sex firmly into the chair. She wanted to touch herself so badly right now. It was driving her crazy. Finally the hour had spent itself, and everyone rose up from their tables and desks to clear everything away and carry on with the next duty on their itinerary. Elaine was the slowest, who was ever the diligently careful child of God, and so by the time she had dried the ink on her manuscript, gathered the leather-bound books, and capped the ink bottle, she ended up being the last one lingering about the room, alone. With a stack of books in her two hands she walked over to the back of the room to store them in a closet that had always been quite satisfying for its size. This closet had a blanket hanging in the doorway like a curtain, serving as a barrier. Elaine disappeared into this closet and balanced upon tip toes to slide the books onto a high shelf where they belonged. As she recovered herself from this long stretch her elbow knocked a candle off and it landed with a waxy thud onto the floor. She swiftly retrieved it to return it back, but suddenly stopped and froze. Somehow, the candle in her hand made her sex muscles twitch, and her mind ran with a devious thought. It was about two in a half inch wide and five inches long and seemed perfect for a deprived cunt who would be happy with just about anything right now. She bit her bottom lip thinking hard, thinking twice, …and thinking about her brother. Elaine hiked the dark clothing of her habitual robe up to her hips, along with her chemise, revealing her milky legs covered in thigh-high stockings. Her cunt felt the rush of cool air, and she lifted her right leg to hook the toe of her shoe onto the lip of a drawer, to spread and part herself so nicely. She felt a surge of urgency pump through her veins, terrified at the thought of getting caught, and she skipped all foreplay just to get into the business of things. Besides, she had just now already sat through an entire hour of foreplay while copying a poem and dreaming about her brother, she was so ready to feel the weight of this candle slide into her cunt. She pushed it in and a Mmmmmphff carried across her breath along with a satisfied hiss of love. The way it filled her cunt made her body shiver with stress-releasing trembles. She moved it up and down slowly, pumping her cunt and enjoying every second. Elaine closed her eyes and greedily moaned, still trying to be sneaky and quiet. Who ever knew that candles had such a use? She smiled, thrusting the waxy rod about. It slipped so easily inside of her… she could think of her brother doing this to her… she bet he would do it just like this if she ever saw him again…. "Elaine!"… "Elaine, you dirty little thing!"… Thud!! The candle dropped to the floor. Elaine shot her eyes open to see Zosia in the doorway of the closet. She had one hand on the curtain, holding it aside. "Z..Zosia!" She stammered in surprise. "Wha..what are you doing here?" Heat burst into Elaine's face as she felt utterly mortified and embarrassed. Oh God oh God oh God… Elaine dropped her leg from where it had been propped and swooped her robe back down into place. "Um…" Oh Jesus Oh Jesus! Zosia scowled at Elaine. Something bumped into Elaine's shoe, and she looked down to see the candle. Ohhh, Jesus save me! Elaine quickly bent over and picked the candle up, and then returned it back onto the shelf. Gods what am I doing? Her fingers trembled as she released it. For some reason it didn't feel right to return it…being soiled as it were, but Elaine had bigger problems. "Ohhh Zosia, please don't tell anyone." Zosia now sucked a gasp of air into her lungs, seemingly offended, "I must! You would have me abide in sin keeping secrets such as this?" Elaine visibly trembled at the thought of everyone knowing what she had done. It wasn't like she did this all the time. This was her first time doing something like this. "No, no that is not wh… Sister Zosia wait!" Elaine reached out and grabbed part of Zosia's sleeve to keep her from leaving. "Please let's talk about this. Please." "What is going on? What are you two doing in here?" Both girls jumped in startled surprise, hearing the voice of Sister Claudia. Zosia turned around to face Claudia, and Elaine timidly stepped forward. They both stood silent, not knowing how to answer the older Nun. Zosia clenched her jaw and Elaine dropped her eyes to the floor. "Where should you be right now?" Claudia continued poking with new questions… "I was helping Elaine clean up after Study hour, please forgive. Some books fell from the shelf, and we were returning them to their places." Zosia grabbed Elaine's hand and started to guide her along. Zosia was the same age as Elaine, and both girls swiftly headed for the door. "We are finished, and we will hurry along, thank you ma'dam." The two girls pushed out into the hall, escaping from Claudia, and picked up pace down the hallway. Zosia squeezed Elaine's hand and strictly whispered to her, "This is not over." |
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