The Slave and the Sissy Part Seven
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It was a long while before the pair could sleep. They lay quietly in the pitch dark of the cell. Inside them, the monster's cum continued its mysterious work. It insinuated itself like an alien virus into every vein, every muscle, every sinew, every organ. The dark heightened their sense of awareness and they could almost feel the filaments creeping through their bodies. Something was happening to them but they didn't know what. They lay, trembling with fear and stress until, at last, sheer exhaustion overcame them. Their dreams were haunted by images of insidious, creeping things that brought terror in the night.
In the morning they were awoken early. It was as if they had never slept. All their muscles ached, their eyes were thick with sleep and their brains numb. They were given water to wash in and simple grey habits and flat sandals to wear. They were not permitted any underwear. Although simple the habits were made of a thin, light material that was surprisingly soft and comfortable. A nun came with mugs of a strange, bitter effervescent liquid which she insisted they drank to the dregs. Whatever it was, it was good and they felt refreshed by it.
They were escorted down to breakfast in the refectory. After the darkness of the corridors and the depravity of the temple, if it could be called that, the refectory was surrealistically normal. Light and airy, it had a stone flagged floor; simple, whitewashed walls and open roof beams. There were plain, wooden tables to eat from and long benches to sit on. It was spotlessly clean. The room was alive with the quiet hum of nuns going about the business of eating breakfast. All the nuns were dressed in habits. Most were black; some, mostly the very old, were grey like Audrey's and Susan's; some, apparently worn by younger girls, were green, and a few were blue. They collected food, sat, ate, drank, returned empty dishes looking, for all the world, like ordinary nuns going about their morning business. There was nothing in dress or demeanour to connect them with the wild orgies of the previous night. To all appearances, this could be a religious retreat anywhere in the world.
Overwhelmed by the sheer ordinariness of the place, Audrey and Susan allowed themselves to be guided to a small table to the side where they were served a plain breakfast of porridge and fruit with a glass of milk which they ate and drank with gusto. As they breakfasted they looked about them, trying not to be too obvious. They began to notice the subtleties that made it clear that this was not an ordinary nunnery. They had been conscious, last night, that the inhabitants appeared to be outstandingly beautiful. In the warm morning light this was even more apparent. From nearly blonde to Mediterranean black, every one of them had a hair that shone with health and vitality. Every one, from pale to dark, had a perfection of complexion that no amount of cosmetics could emulate. They moved with an almost inhuman poise and grace. They seemed to glide and sway rather than walk and the soft material of their habits clung to the curve of breast, buttock and thigh suggesting and underlining the voluptuousness of the figure beneath. Every move, every glance, every gesture hinted of an underlying eroticism that would be impossible to quantify but was tangible none the less. Audrey had always considered herself quite attractive but, beside these nuns, she felt positively frumpy. She caught Susan's eye and it was clear her friend was having the same thoughts.
After breakfast they were escorted to the Mother Superior. It came as no surprise that she was the red-headed woman on the throne the previous night. She was seated in a large, comfortable cell when they arrived but rose to face them. Close-up, she was stunningly beautiful. Her dark red hair tumbled in soft waves over the shoulders of her dark red habit. Her slightly almond-shaped eyes were so dark they were almost black. Her jaw was straight and square, her cheekbones pronounced, her nose thin at the bridge with flaring nostrils. Her lips were red perfection and set against the creamy flawlessness of her skin. The soft material of her habit caressed the upper slopes of her conical breasts and hung in gentle folds over the width of her hips. Her beauty had an almost a physical force that took the captives' breath away. With her was the nun, Hannah, who spoke English.
Mother Superior was not amused. This was abundantly clear from her posture and expression and Audrey and Susan quailed in terror. In a quiet but sharp tone she set out the girls' position. They had accepted hospitality. They had been specifically instructed to stay in their cell. They had disobeyed that instruction. They had abused their hospitality. They had disrupted a very important ceremony. By their casual disregard for the rights of others and their abuse of the nunnery's generosity, they had forfeited all rights. For such transgressions, it was within her power to have them summarily executed.
Audrey and Susan reeled back as if struck. Executed? Killed? That would be murder! What about trials and judges and juries? Audrey opened her mouth to protest. One look at Mother Superior's face told her that her words would be wasted. Beside her, Susan was swaying unsteadily. She fell to her knees and clasped her hands in supplication. Audrey decided that this might be a better approach than protest and followed suit.
Mother Superior allowed herself a small nod of satisfaction. It was time these interlopers understood the gravity of their predicament. She addressed them again. If she was to have her way, that would have been their fate. However, against her better judgement, she had been persuaded to be lenient. Audrey noted that she did not say who or what had persuaded her and fleetingly wondered if, in time, she and Susan might come to wish that Mother Superior had not been so easily persuaded. She realised Mother Superior was speaking again. Although they would not be executed, Audrey and Susan could not be permitted to leave. They had seen and heard too much. Instead they would be enrolled as lay members of the Order. They would have to work hard for they would have to learn both the Order's language and its rituals. In due course they might be accepted as Novices. Nothing was certain. It was entirely up to them. However, they would have an excellent incentive. Here Mother Superior smiled thinly. In six months time they would be presented for initiation to the sisterhood. If they were not adequately prepared she, Mother Superior, would have no worries. Either they would pass the initiation or it would kill them. She said this in such a flat, matter-of-fact tone that Audrey and Susan were forced to believe her. For the time being, Sister Hannah, here would be their teacher and mentor. They should be properly respectful to Sister Hannah for she literally held their lives in her hands.
It was two very shaken and disturbed young women who emerged from Mother Superior's cell. They were not permitted to speak and Sister Hannah refused to answer any questions, saying only that they would find out what they needed to know in due course. Their studies would begin tomorrow. In the meantime they were to help in the kitchens.
Under the watchful eye of the head cook, a nun in a blue robe, they peeled vegetables, washed dishes, wiped, cleaned and scrubbed. Any attempts at conversation were firmly squashed. In between their tasks, they were, at least, able to look about them. The kitchens were impressive, if primitive. The ovens were old-fashioned and made of cast iron, like the one Audrey remembered her grandmother having when she was a child. However, she couldn't work out what powered them. There was no smoke and no coal scuttle and no wood pile. In fact, throughout the day, no-one appeared to re-fuel them. She filed this away for future consideration.
Other than that, the kitchens were clean and well organised. There was plenty of fresh food; vegetables, cheese, bread and a small amount of meat. The kitchen staff were mainly older women in grey habits. Although they were all grey-haired to a greater or lesser extent and their faces showed sign of aging, they still had the striking looks and unconscious grace of their younger colleagues.
By supper time they were exhausted. They stumbled back to their cell and were barely aware of the key turning in the lock behind them. By unspoken consent, they snuggled up together on Audrey's cot.
"Aud, I'm scared," Susan said.
"So am I, Sue," Audrey replied, grimly. "To put it bluntly, I'm fucking terrified."
"What should we do?"
"I don't think we've much choice. We do what we're told."
"Couldn't we escape?"
Audrey looked at her friend as if she was mad. "Escape? Where to? You remember what this country's like. There isn't a town or village within miles. And, even if there were, we don't speak the language. Besides, how could we survive with only a grey habit and a pair of sandals? We've no food, no water, no shelter..."
"There's the car."
"Which is out of petrol," Audrey snorted. "If we could find it."
"What do you mean?"
"You heard Mother Superior. We're here for the duration. These nuns may not have satellite TV or even hot and cold running water but I don't think they're stupid. Our car will quietly disappear, just like us."
"Oh, Audrey..." Susan wailed and started to sniffle.
Audrey held her friend tightly. As well as feeling scared, Audrey was feeling angry and guilty: angry at herself at getting them into this mess and guilty for involving Susan.
"Sue, I'm sorry. This stupid mess is all my fault. If I hadn't insisted we explore, we'd be on our way back to civilisation by now. Now we're stuck here. Our lives are in danger and we don't know what's going to happen to us. Why did I do it? Why did I have to get up in the middle of the night? Why couldn't I just have rolled over and gone back to sleep? We were warned. Sister Hannah told us quite clearly. And I ignored her. I thought I was smart and clever. I only wanted to see... I never thought... Why, oh why, did I do it?"
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