Call for help

"Please! Someone help me." Winlay called out through the doorway of the room as she tried to pull the woman’s robes closed over her small but full breasts, noting as she did some faint scars near one of the nipples.

"Yes! Get more men so you can gangbang me, three or four at once." The woman's hips were pumping against Winlay's thighs as they wrestled on the tabletop, one of her legs encircling Winlay's waist and pulling her to her pelvis. As confused as Winlay felt about the whole experience, she also felt heat rush to her core as her hips were pulled against the woman’s grinding sex.

"Sister Prudence!" Winlay hear the yell of a stocky woman wearing the robes of a nun. "Stop this at once." But Prudence continued to call out about her new role in the church as her hips thrashed against Winlay, and her hands struggled to bare her bosom again. Her voice rose to full volume as she wrestled with Winlay and the nun.

"No need to fight! There's plenty of Prudence to go around, just take what you want and flap it as much as you need." It took both the heavyset nun and an older priest to pull Prudence's legs from around Winlay's waist. Neither seemed particularly shocked by the strange woman's peculiar behavior or her shocking language.

"Don't worry about this sister." Said the nun as she got both her arms wrapped around prudence's back holding her against her great chest like a mother holding a screaming toddler. "Do you know where the gardens are, sister?" She asked Winlay who was standing uncertainly by her side. And when Winlay nodded, she continued "Walk down there briskly, no need to run, and find sister Margaret. Tell her that Prudence has had one of her fits again, she'll know what to do.

Winlay hoped she remembered correctly as she strode through the library and out into the central courtyards. The gardens were built into the south walls of the convent terraced into the hillside leading down to the harbor. As soon as she entered the marvelous gardens she spotted an older woman scolding an initiate who looked shamefaced at the overturned pottery by her feet.

"I'm looking for Sister Margaret" Gasped Winlay breathlessly as soon as she bowed with her hands crossed in the Xeltan "X".

"I'm Margaret" answered the woman calmly with a smile "Can I help you?"

"Yes, ah, Sister Prudence has had an attack in the library. A nun told me to tell you." Winlay saw Sister Margaret and the initiate exchange knowing looks and then Margaret started towards one of the out buildings beckoning to Winlay."

"Clean up that mess Shanlynn, and try to be more careful next time." Turning to Winlay she smiled and said, "Tell me what happened? Did she attack one of the brothers?" Winlay was at a loss for the right words, nothing in her experience had ever prepared her for describing her experience, certainly not to a Sister of Xeltan.
"Go on dear, I've seen her fits before. Was this one of her violent rages or the other type of attack?" Margaret asked tactfully because she could see Winlay's obvious embarrassment.

“The other type I think sister, she called herself a whore.” Winlay tried to give Margaret the information she needed as best she could, and was very relieved when Margaret nodded in understanding. Moving into a small crowded room filled with stacks of empty flats, pottery pots and a whole wall of glass bottles and jars Winlay watched in wonder as Margaret ground several different ingredients together in a mortar and poured them into a small bottle filled with a dark liquid.
The whole procedure took less than a minute, and as soon as she set a cork into the bottle Margaret turned to the door.

“Take me to her.” And with that both the women walked swiftly back to the library. Prudence’s yells could be heard as they passed through the entryway, so Winlay’s guidance wasn’t really needed, but Margaret motioned for her to come with her anyways. A small crowd had gathered outside the room where Prudence was being held, but when they saw Margaret approach the collection of retired priests and new initiates all moved away from the door.

“Hyenas” Muttered Margaret under her breath so low that Winlay wasn’t sure she heard her correctly, but then Margaret continued “You’d think that the teachers of this next group of emissaries would set a better example.”

Winlay helped secure Prudence’s hands while Margaret poured the elixir down Prudence’s throat as she squirmed in the stocky nun’s arms.

“That’s right! Give me the holy wine, then flap me while I am barely conscious!” However whatever was in the elixir, worked swiftly and soon the crazed sister slumped to the floor. The nun picked her up in her arms and carried her from the room like a baby leaving Margaret and Winlay alone.

“Are you all right dear?” Asked the grey haired sister. Winlay opened her mouth to assure the Sister that she was fine, but no words came out of her mouth. “I thought so. I'm sorry you had to be part of that.” Sister Margaret said taking her arm firmly and leading her back out to the tranquility of the gardens.