Feign Sickness

I woke up in a cold sweat, my dreams had been lurid and wet. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d read in Charity’s journal. I saw it play out in my mind, over and over again.

Sometimes I was the one on the rack, the dildo pumping into my ass, a feeling I imagined despite having no basis for understanding it.

Sometimes I was the one at the door, masturbating furiously but unable to cum, all night, unable to cum, even when I was on the rack.

Sometimes I was sister Constance, fingering Charity, abusing her ass with the dildo, punishing her for her sins, it felt… right.

I coughed myself awake, visions of that dungeon fading from my mind as the daylight streamed in through our window, falling on my face. I gasped, pulling my thoughts away from that dark place I had left them in when I slept. This wasn’t good, I shouldn’t be thinking these things. Was the dildo magical? Was simply reading about it, seeing it in Charity’s sweating hands, enough to influence me with it’s darkness? I swallowed. These were questions I needed answers to and soon… I was sure of one thing, no amount of meditation would keep me safe from it. And what was with this heat!? My entire body felt like it was burning up!

“Hey!” Charity shook my roughly through the blankets, “I’m going to be late, let’s go!”

I opened my mouth to speak but only a choked cough came out. My body felt tired as though I’d spent the whole day yesterday running. My legs ached, my womanhood ached more. As my thoughts drifted to it I could feel the **** it had suffered yesterday and… and I felt the need to masturbate again, even more strongly.

“Hey!” I felt Charity’s palm slap my face, gently but harder than could have been considered friendly. “Pay attention, I said we’ve got to go, I’m not going to be late, gather my stuff and get going!”

Right, I’d been made Charity’s lady in waiting temporarily until my own Initiation came about, good practice I’d been told. Now I wondered if the position was meant to be permanent. Was Charity right? Was I really not Red Riding Hood material?

I coughed hard, sitting up as the chilly morning air bit at my exposed breasts, the nipples hardened, begging me to toy with them as I had the day before.

“C-can’t,” I coughed again, this time a fit of coughing and all thoughts of feigning sickness flew form my mind. I was actually sick, wonderful…

“Idiot!” Charity snapped, leaving my side and gathering her things. “That’s what you get for sitting up naked in the cold. Ugh, you can’t do anything right.” She snapped on her red cloak and buckled her new saber around her waist. “I’m going out on a hunt today, I’ll be back tonight.” Her eyes softened for a moment, “just… just rest, and have one of the other pre-initiates fetch you some hot soup or something. I’d do it myself but I’m late!”

Charity rushed over to the window and leapt outwards. I could hear her grab the large pine-tree that grew in the courtyard and shimmy to the ground, our secret, but also a convenient way to get down from the third floor in a hurry.

I squinted, coughing, and grit my teeth. Opportunity presented itself. Charity would be out all day. I was supposed to accompany her, now, I had no duties. I wasn’t going to waste this chance, sick or not!