Chapter 1: Chapter 1
I'm sitting here at the convent's lunch table, eating my meal.
It's a simple enough meal—an omelet and some fruit, with some tea to follow. And for dessert, a small portion of the convent's famous chocolate cake.
I've been taking sips of my tea to delay my hunger pangs. I'm supposed to be saving my meal for later, but I can't wait. I'm ravenously hungry now. I guess it's been too long since I've eaten. My stomach is rumbling, and my mouth is watering. I guess this is what being homeless feels like. Always waiting for a meal. Always needing a meal.
And now it's finally my turn.
The meal is served in courses. First the omelet, then the fruit, then the tea, and finally the cake. Each section is served by the sisters in turn, so you get to see them all again and again. I suppose this is their way of doing things here at the convent. Each section has its own speciality. The cooks must have spent months perfecting each recipe.
The first course is the omelet. It's served with a side of fruit. Here is Sister Gertrude, serving me my first course.
Sister Gertrude is old. Really old. She must be at least a hundred years old. She is the oldest of the group of sisters that serve the meals here. And she is one tough cookie. She doesn't suffer fools lightly. I wouldn't dream of trying to steal food from the convent without her knowing about it. She will give you what for, Sister Gertrude will. You better have a good excuse, and a good reason, and a lot of money, or she will make you pay for it yourself. She is a tough old bird, but she has a sweet tooth, and loves the desserts. This is her speciality—the chocolate cake. She will sit at her table and sample each one, and only then will she give you the real thing. She only gives you the real thing if she likes you. If she doesn't like you, she didn’t like me. She knew I was trouble.
She knew I was fucking Father Bruno every chance I could get!
Chapter 2
It's late afternoon, and the sun is setting. Dusk has settled in over the garden. Birds are chirping outside, and the wind is whistling in the trees. The sky is the perfect shade of grey, with a few stars peeking out here and there. I'm taking a break from my book, which is about a man and his relationship with a woman. It's been hard to concentrate lately. I keep thinking about what will happen tomorrow, and the day after, and the week after. Will I be able to go through with it?
I'm going to have sex with a member of the convent.
Yes, it's a bold move. But I've been bold all my life, and so it doesn't really scare me. I've always taken what I wanted, and taken it without apologies. I'm not sorry. I've never been sorry. My mother told me I was a bastard child, born out of sin, but I don't see it.
I never thought I'd be a nun, but the thought of working a real 9-5 was even more depressing. At least I was the hottest girl in here. I had been told that I had an amazing body, and I had been called a goddess many times. The fact of the matter was that I was hot, and I knew I was hot. Even Father Bruno, who had been the first to discover my little secret, had said I was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
“Hey!” I turned around. It was Father Bruno. He looked so sexy in his robes, even more so than usual. When you were having a conversation with him, all you wanted to do was just grab him and rip his clothes off. I was planning to do just that!
“Please, Your Grace. No more spanking. I promise I won't play with myself anymore.”
I bit my tongue. I was so close to just ripping his clothes off. But I resisted. There was something I needed to know first. So I just said, “What are you reading?”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “Do you really want to know?” he asked.
I nodded. I was dying to know. I mean, if you were going to have sex with the priest, you should at least know what he was reading. Right?
“The Book of Jasmine.” He said with a smirk on his face. “It tells of a young sinful girl, who must be disciplined. Sound familiar?” He said. “Would you like to come and study it in my office?” He asked playfully.
“I would love to,” I said, and I meant it. His office was this huge room off of the library. It was light and airy, with plants all over the walls. It was filled with books, and a few sculptures. It was the perfect place to study. “Tell me more about this book.” I said, leaning back in my chair and pulling my robes over my head.
“The Book of Jasmine,” he repeated, pulling his own robes up “is a story of a man saving a woman. But to do this she must do everything he says, without question”
I nodded obediently. “So what do I have to do?” I asked.
“Read the book.” He said with a nod.
“And why should I do that?” I asked.
“Because I say so.” He said, and he meant it. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. You did what he said, or you didn’t get the job done. End of story.
“Ok. I’ll read it,” I said. I knew I was going to have to have to be quick.
I opened the dusty book to a random page. There were diagrams and illustrations, it was like no sacred text I had seen before. It was full of naked pictures of people having fucking!
“This is what we must do”, he said, and he snapped his head over to me. “Read it. Study it.” He said it was necessary for me to know.
I looked at him. He was waiting for my reaction, and I knew what it would be. So instead, I just flipped the page and pretended I was reading.
“Let’s begin” he said “Get undressed”