Sara

You can't help but feel uneasy over the stern glances Sara throws your way. Whether it's because she is upset with you or because it's her nature to look stern and angry, you need to settle the issue. You finish eating your breakfast, cautiously trying to not cause any further grievance, if there even was one in the first place. Sara is one of the first to finish, and you follow her out. She walks with speed and determination, as if everywhere she goes she is on some kind of important mission. Eventually you end up alone with her in a hallway. with You gather your courage and call out to her from behind. She turns around, looking at you with her patented contemptuous frown. "Sister, I need to talk to you about...well...umm..." Damn. How do you start a conversation asking if somebody hates you? She doesn't react, which is better than the annoyance you expected. "Sister, I wanted to ask if you have a problem with me." Her eyes widen slightly, perhaps surprised by your bluntness. "Why yes, I do in fact." she says with complete calm. It's your turn to be taken aback.

"Well, why?" you ask sincerely. Sara does some sort of half sigh, half scoff. "Well, the presence of visitors is a minor problem in and of itself. A convent is supposed to be a place of quiet study and reflection, not an inn. Still, I understand that the weather is poor, and you had little choice. If that was all, I could bear it. However," she says, face going dark with anger, "you had to cross the line. I know what you want with Cecily." You are shocked. Whether it's because she's so wrong or because she guessed your thoughts, you can't exactly tell at the moment. Whatever the case, she interprets your response as the latter. "Aha!" she cries in indignant triumph, "I knew it! You stupid boy. Do you think we are all like Cecily, trained into the sisterhood from childhood? Many of us, myself included, only came became nuns well into our adulthood." You had forgotten that for a second, even though deep in your mind you knew that. "We know how corrupt some people are. I only came to this convent after my husband died. Our children were grown, and our liege had established this convent recently, so I joined. You see, I'm no naive fool when it comes to boys. I've lived a full life of experience." She smiles, still full of contempt. "Cecily is like a daughter to me. She was entrusted into my care, and I will make sure that she does not come to ill." You can see that Sara's maternal instincts have not been dulled by her harsh attitude. She steps forward, looking up at you straight in the eyes with her hands of her hips.

"You've got it all wrong!" you blurt out, reddening. Maybe she does. It's not like she'll believe what you tell her anyways. Sara continues staring at you, unwilling to break her steely gaze. "Oh no, I know fully well how you boys operate. All of you, a bunch of young bucks trying to sow their seed far and wide as they can. Well, I'm not going to let you corrupt my poor Cecily." You nearly jump out of your boots as Sara, with one decisive motion, grabs your crotch through your pants. You stare at her, bug-eyed. "I know you won't stop until this gets its way. Fine." From what you've seen of Sara thus far, you half-expected her to try to rip your dick off. Instead, you are much relieved to find that she has begun rubbing your member through the cloth instead. "If it will keep you away from her, I'll give you what you want. I'm no pure-as-first-snow virgin. Let's go back to my room and get this over with." Things have taken a turn indeed. You never expected the abbess of this convent to be a hard-ass dominatrix.