The Dark

“Ow! Sister Mary I can walk!” I whined as I was dragged down the hall by my ear. Thank goodness classes were still in.

“I’m not sure you are capable of much else besides giving into your bodily desires Cassandra.” Sister Mary snapped “You are going to need to beg for forgiveness from me, yourself and God young lady.”

Then in a lower tone I hadn’t heard from her before “I swear, I have never heard of anything like what Amy said. Is it true? You orgasmed just from the plug?”

I was shocked by the question, but before I knew it I was in her chambers and she was locking the door. “Well?” Sister Mary spun around “Is it true?”

“I-I don’t really know what happened Sister” I stammered, utterly humiliated.

Sister Mary crossed her arms over her chest, her lips pursed tightly as she scrutinized me carefully. “Cassandra, if you want to stay here and complete your education, you must learn control. I shall teach you discipline. Will you accept my guidance?”

My heart pounded furiously like a war drum against my ribs. I gulped hard, swallowing the lump of fear lodged in my throat. Sister Mary stood there, her dark robes swirling around her feet like an eerie specter. I glanced nervously towards the locked door.

I hesitated, wavering between defiance and submission. I decided to try one last **** plea for mercy. "Please, Sister Mary, I promise I won't do it again. Can't we talk about this?"

“We’ll do more than talk, child. You won’t be leaving until I’m sure your desire for immoral acts has been delt with. Now, Follow me.”

She led me out of her chambers, and through a door into a stairwell I had never seen before. As we moved down, the walls seemed to close in around me, the cold stone pressing into my shoulders as we moved deeper into the bowels of the convent. The air grew colder, and my breath fogged up in front of me with every step. Sister Mary's eyes were fixed on a point far off in the distance, her expression unreadable.

Finally, Sister Mary stopped in front of a narrow set of stairs leading downwards. The descent felt endless, and my legs shook with each step. When we reached the bottom, darkness engulfed us completely.

Sister Mary's fingers grasped my arm, guiding me through the labyrinthine tunnels until we arrived at our destination. With a rusty click, she opened a heavy iron door. Inside, the room was illuminated by flickering candlelight; a massive wooden cross hung ominously on the wall opposite us. The scent of old woods mingled with incense hung heavily in the air.

As we stepped into the room, Sister Mary locked the heavy iron door with a resounding deadbolt. I shivered, and looked to her for guidance. Sister Mary motioned for me to sit on a low metal table in the middle of the room, which I did slowly, noticing with increasing fear shackles and chains at the top and bottom of the table.

Towering over me now, Sister Mary demanded my attention. "Remove your clothes," she commanded. "I want to see you as you truly are."

I swallowed hard, too afraid now to argue or disobey. I slowly began taking off my school uniform, stripping everything off. I was left shaking as nothing but the chasity belt was protecting my skin from the cold.

My nipples could probably cut glass right now

My teeth chattered, and goosebumps prickled across my bare flesh. Despite the chill, I couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spread through me as she took in my body. I did as I was told, the ice cold table seeping through my skin. Sister Mary stood in front of me, her gaze unwavering. For a moment, her eyes roamed over my form, tracing the curves of my breasts and the rise of my hip.__

Then, she reached out, cupping my chin in her hand. Gently, she tilted my head upward, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Look at me, Cassandra. I want you to see the truth in my eyes." Sister Mary's voice was low, barely audible, yet commanding. "You are beautiful, and you deserve to experience pleasure. However, such experiences come with consequences. They can lead you astray, make you forget your purpose—your duty as a member of the church and as a child of God."

I met her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. "I understand, Sister. I promise to strive for purity and righteousness."

She nodded approvingly, her grip tightening slightly on my chin. "That's good, Cassandra. Now, let me show you another path to redemption."

With that, she leaned forward, brushing her lips against mine. My heart leapt in my chest, and I gasped softly at the unexpected touch. Her lips were warm and soft, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me.

As our lips parted, Sister Mary began to speak “The Bible very clearly shows that homosexuality between men is wrong. It is not so clear on lesbianism, as a matter of fact it doesn’t say anything at all about it. Myself and the other sisters of Christ here in this community have studied his word and agreed that as in all things, if it brings glory to god it should be done. We believe pleasures of the flesh administered by servants of the Lord can be great tools for teaching, learning, and nurturing.”

As she spoke, my brain was flying at a million miles per hour. What did she mean? Was sister Mary a lesbian? Was she correct, or was she a sinner just like me?

I was snapped out of my trance by Sister Mary moving as she began to speak once again “Now Cassandra, I will teach you how to control your desires and mold yourself from a sinner to a Sister in Christ.“