‘Pleased to meet ye, Miss…?’
‘It’s sister Chastity, doctor,’ said the Mother Superior, responding immediately to the doctor’s question. Chastity was of course not my name by birth, but it would be the name I would go by at the priory from now on.
‘Chastity. What an interesting name,’ said the doctor, giving me a strange, half-smile. ‘I suppose we’ll have to see just how appropriate that name is.’ I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I tried to smile, glad for the shade my wimple gave to my face.
‘Ah yes, the examination,’ said Mother Superior, lacing the fingers of her hands together into a contented knot. ‘Were ye made aware of the requirements of this sisterhood by yer priest, Chastity?’
Requirements? What on earth did Mother Superior mean? I had undergone years of bible study, hours of prayer a day and countless extra lessons with my kind, patient priest, Father Kinlaird.
‘I take it by yer bemused look that ye don’t know to what I am referring,’ she said, with an irritated wee shake of her head. She tutted and looked disappointed. ‘Chastity, my dear. We demand chastity. An unbroken hymen. No touch of a man on yer nether regions. Virginity and an intact maidenhood!’ As she spoke, getting more and more stern, I felt myself starting to blush. How could I have been so glaikit! Of course all nuns had to be virgins, I’d always known that. I just hadn’t imagined that Mother Superior would be making such obvious reference to my sexual history.
Now, I had never dreamed of even letting a man touch me there let alone do anything more than just touching, but I must confess that I had thought about it many, many times. One of the young trainee priests at my diocese, Father Angus, had been so handsome and so strong that I’d thought about his arms around me many times. I’d never acted out on my fantasies, but one time, late in the church, when the lights were dim and I was blessing the candles at the altar, I’d caught a glimpse of a man watching me and I’d known it had been Father Angus. I imagined offering myself up to him on the altar, my virginity the ultimate sacrifice in the name of our Lord, the worst sin imaginable. When I looked over my shoulder, he was gone.
‘Mother, I am most certainly a virgin,’ I said, still blushing in the brazier’s warm light.
‘If ye have nothing to hide, wean, why do ye blush so?’
‘I’m not used to discussing…immodesty, Mother.’
She seemed satisfied enough by the answer. She turned to Dr. McLelland. ‘Regardless of this young sister’s assertions, we will of course carry out full medical examination, as is our policy here at the Abbey.’ The doctor nodded, with a sage, knowing look in his eye.
‘Indeed, Reverend Mother. I shall make sure that I am utterly thorough in my investigations.’
‘Och not to worry, doctor, I think I shall sit in on this examination myself,’ she said. Her eyes played up and down my form for a moment, before she looked me straight in the eye. Something like fire burned in the centre of her pupils. ‘If she’s not intact, she won’t be joining us.’
A full medical examination? Whatever did they mean?
Chapter 12
As I followed the doctor and the Mother Superior around the winding passageways of the priory, my mind raced with the information I had been given. I was to undergo a full medical examination, to discovery, among other things, whether I was worthy of joining the sisterhood. It was dark throughout the building, with light coming from stinking wax candles and occasionally, in larger spaces, from low-hanging braziers. I’d never been in a place quite like this. The whole space felt like one giant, winding church, with solid slabs of grey stone portioning the place up into little wee rooms and grander openings. As we walked, we passed a few sisters, who covered their mouths with their hands. I’m sure I heard giggles and gasps as the nuns saw the doctor. Or could it be because they’d seen me? Did they know what was in store for me? Had they been through exactly the same thing themselves?
Eventually, ahead of us stood a large, solid oak door, with a big keyhole. Mother superior stepped forward and took a key from a chain at her waist.
‘Now dear sister, are ye ready for yer examination?’
‘Yes,’ I said, although I must confess my heart was sick with worry. No man had ever seen beneath my clothes, and I didn’t think that the first day I wore a habit a man would be lifting it to examine my nether regions.
‘Good. Now, ye must remember that the doctor is a holy man. We are in the presence of the Lord here, and ye must rest assured that although the investigation will be unusual and humiliating for ye, it is not blasphemous.’
I began to feel extremely nervous. Just what was going to be done to me in the room behind the door? Why was I being given this speech about blasphemy and humiliation? Before I had time to think these worries through, Mother Superior had turned the large key in the lock. I heard the clunking latch turn, and we walked into the room.
It was musty in here and dark, even darker than the corridors of the priory had been. In the centre of the room was a sort of chair, but it was angled back, so that if someone were to sit in it, they’d almost be lying down.
‘Chastity,’ said Dr. McLelland, ‘have ye ever been seen by a medical professional before?’
‘No, doctor,’ I said, shivering from the cold.
‘Well, just remember there is nothing untoward going on. Now, Mother Superior, if ye wouldn’t mind locking the door.
I heard the key turn again behind us. Why would they bother locking me in here? It wasn’t as if I were going to escape.
‘Excellent,’ said the doctor. ‘Now Chastity, if ye wouldn’t mind, could ye pull yer habit back from yer wrist? I need to have a look at the skin of yer arms. In case of disease, ye see.’
I looked at Mother Superior, and then glanced at my arm. I took hold of the silken cloth of my habit, and drew it back, bunching it at the elbow. The doctor moved closer to me. He had a peculiar smell, a sort of unholy chemical stench. He took out a wee magnifying glass and held it up to my arm before gently taking hold of my wrist and scanning up and down my skin.
‘Excellent, excellent,’ he said, as he gripped me. Then, he made me hold my arm out and he gently, ever-so-gently stroked his finger along the length of my cold, pale forearm. I felt my skin pucker at his touch, as wee goosebumps broke out over my body. He repeated the entire procedure with my other arm, and this time, he touched me so lightly that it was as though a feather had fallen onto my skin. I shivered a wee bit.
‘Don’t fret dear. Yer forearms seem fine. Now if ye’d just lift yer skirts a wee bit for me, so that I may see yer ankles.’ He seemed to be breathing a wee bit more heavily now, almost as though he were out of breath. I glanced round at Mother Superior and she nodded at me, encouraging me. She had a hand draped down her front and, it was, it was resting right over her most private part. I looked down at the hand and almost felt as though it was moving slightly.
‘Lift yer skirts, lass,’ said the doctor again. When I didn’t move, he reached down with a huff and grabbed the hem of my skirt. I felt a sudden thrill of excitement. No man had ever seen my legs before. Then, I felt his cool hand on my ankle, and my leg trembled slightly as he gently lifted it.
‘Have to check for bumps or irregularities,’ he said, breathing heavily still. He moved up past my calf, over the inside of my knee. Don’t stop, I wished, hoping that his hand might go a wee bit higher, might come a wee bit closer to my central area. He carried on up and came to rest on my lean thigh. He squeezed a wee bit.
‘Och this is most excellent, but…’he said, ‘there may be something wrong here. Chastity,’ he said, looking me in the eye, ‘I’m afeart we’ll need to remove all of yer clothes to diagnose the problem.’
Chapter 13
‘But doctor,’ I began.
‘There are no buts, dear, not unless ye have something to hide from me?’ said Mother Superior.
‘It’s not that,’ I said. But there was. I knew that deep inside me, the doctor�
��s touch had caused arousal. I’d never had a man’s hands on my body before, and the gentle but firm way he’d examined my arms and legs had made my wee erotic centre start to moisten with the dew of lust. I’d touched myself before, even though I know onanism is a sin. I’d played with my flower on a number of occasions, but only briefly, and I’d always left myself wanting more. Never had anyone seen the engorged state that my wee kitty got into when I thought of men, never had anyone touched me there.
‘Well?’ said Mother Superior.
‘No,’ I said, shame burning in my face, ‘I have nothing to hide.
I took hold of the knotted ends of the cord which held my habit together, and pulled at them gently, unhooking the fabric from round my body. The doctor and Mother Superior watched me carefully, and I saw them feasting on my body with their eyes as I undressed. The material fell from me straight down onto the dirty floor of the room, the habit of which I’d been so proud just a few hours ago discarded and filthy on the ground. I stood in front of the only in my bloomers and brassiere, cold and vulnerable.
‘Good lass,’ said the doctor, ‘thank ye for yer obedience. Obedience is something that the sisters value very highly here, isn’t it Mother Superior?’
‘It most certainly is,’ said Mother Superior, her voice suddenly slightly strained. I could here the sound of her hand moving against fabric. I imagined suddenly her sacred place, beneath her robes, on fire with lust as she looked at me. No, surely she couldn’t be enjoying seeing me like this, could she? As I thought more about her, I felt my own lust blossom between my legs, and I struggled not to squirm as they watched me. A sudden thought entered my mind: Order me to take my undergarments off, doctor! Look at my naked body!
‘We might have to test her obedience as well, make sure that she is truly is ready to serve the Lord with mind and body,’ said Mother Superior. Wee moans had started to make their way into her sentences. I looked again at her and saw that her hand had now snaked its way beneath her habit. She was moving it slowly up and down. I imagined her fingers on the lips of her entrance, stroking the soft wet folds of her sex. I felt a deep well of passion build in me, and I struggled to stop myself from putting my hand between my legs, too.
‘Now, Chastity,’ said the doctor, ‘ I would like very much for ye to bend over for me. Please spread yer hands out on the chair there and spread yer legs a wee bit.’
I reluctantly did as he asked, bending over so that my backside was pointing toward the two of them and my chest was over the chair with arms in front of me.
‘Good. Now, I’m going to pull yer bloomers down, dear, so don’t be shocked if ye feel a draft.’
He took hold of the rim of the fabric of my undergarment and slowly pulled them away. I felt the moisture from my kitty stick to the silky fabric as the lips of my sex kissed my underthings, trying to keep them stuck to me.
‘Goodness me,’ the doctor exclaimed, ‘Chastity, where has all of this moisture come from? Are ye aroused, young lassie? Has being undressed and touched by me made this happen.’
I was so ashamed that I couldn’t speak. Instead, I merely nodded my head and waited for their judgement.
‘How utterly shameful,’ said Mother Superior.
‘ye have such a bonny wee sex, Chastity. And such strong, lean buttocks,’ said the doctor, ‘ye are a fine specimen.’ I felt the doctor’s hand on my back. His skin was coarse and auld, but something about it felt good against me. He pulled down, touching the skin of my rump, before gently, tenderly moving inwards towards my private parts. He pulled at the flesh of my bottom with both hands, spreading the lips of my kitty wide apart.
‘Chastity, there is a huge amount of moisture here, it’s making my job hard,’ I heard Mother Superior starting to moan now, loud and throaty behind me. ‘I think, Chastity, that a visual examination is just not going to be adequate in yer case. I’m going to have to probe yer wee pussy with quite a large instrument. Mother Superior, would ye mind helping me with it.’
I turned around to look behind me, and I saw Mother superior drop down to the ground. She looked hungrily up at the doctor, before moving her hands to his waist. She undid the cord around his trouser and then, seemingly unable to wait any longer, she pulled them down hard and fast. What I saw next will never leave my memory.
Chapter 14
The thing that sprung up from the doctor’s crotch was like a giant, fleshy serpent. It was pink and hard, and bobbed around in the air. It was surrounded, at its base by a mass of wiry, dark hair, and beneath it hung a sort of meaty pouch. Mother Superior seemed transfixed by the instrument, and reached out to touch it. She started to massage the skin of the thing with her hands and then, she pulled the veil back from over her face and, to my utter amazement, stuck out her tongue and began to lick its entire length. She started grunting and moaning, and then, she plunged the rod all the way into her mouth. The doctor let out a deep groan and looked round at me.
Without knowing what I was doing or why, I’d reached my hand down between my legs, onto my naked sex. I’d began to rub my fingers juicily up and down the length of my entrance, encouraging more and more liquid to lubricate my opening. I repeated to myself that nothing going on here was blasphemous, that the Lord himself had blessed the doctor and the Mother Superior. I watched as she took his instrument over and over into her gaping mouth. I saw her moisture cover its length, and observed as she thrust her hand into herself under her habit, as she writhed and moaned beneath him.
‘Enough, Mother Superior!’
She pulled away instantly. She moved backward into the corner of the room, panting, and then she lifted up her skirts. I saw that she was totally nude under her habit. She had shaved the hair from around her pubic entrance, and I could see her lips, clearly engorged and glistening, as she started to pry them apart with her fingers, shoving the length of her digits into herself again and again.
‘Do it, doctor! Defile her!’
As Mother Superior shouted and moaned in the corner, the doctor walked over to me. The rod hung beneath his hips, heavy and thick in front of him. It was truly monstrous. Was this what he was going to do to probe me, to find out whether I had been chaste?
‘Now Chastity,’ said the doctor, ‘no doubt ye’ve been wondering how on earth a convent manages to pay the wages of a man of science like me.’ I felt a heavy hand come done onto my behind. I started to tentatively push the tips of my fingers into myself, as the doctor began to grope my flesh. ‘Well the thing is Chastity,’ said the doctor, ‘they don’t pay me in money. They pay me in the maidenhood of young nuns.’ I heard the Mother Superior groaning in the corner of the room. ‘I get to defile whomever I please,’ said the doctor. I felt his thumb on the entrance to my backside, and then, as I explored myself, he gently pushed it in, making a pleasant pressure inside me.
‘Excellent, nothing wrong with the anus. I may plunder ye there in future, but today is not the right time for that.’
I then felt his fingers begin to trace their way up and down the lips of my cunny.
‘My payment has had quite a corrupting influence on the Mother Superior,’ said the doctor, ‘when I first started, she was as chaste as they come. But she saw me, lying with the sisters, fucking every wee nun who wanted me, having my sweet way with the entire convent, and she began to become curious, didn’t ye,’ he said. When I looked over at Mother Superior, she was lying on her back, bare chested, her nipples straining as she pinched them, twisting her other hand around inside herself. ‘She’s much more excitable and adventurous these days.’
Suddenly, Mother Superior crawled over to us. She was much younger than I’d thought at first, and her body was bonny. She had an ample bosom, and dark wee nipples. Her shaven pussy was bonny, too, large and hungry to be filled.
‘Doctor, may I taste her?’ she said.
‘ye may,’ said the Doctor.
Mother Superior approached my backside and then, I felt her warm tongue start to lap at my
entrance. She licked around the top of my pussy and then up and down its sides. She panted, hot and heavy, and I felt a pleasure like that which I’d never experienced before. She started straining now, pushing the full length of her tongue inside me, forcing me wide open with her thick, muscular organ. Then, before I could stop her, I felt her finger also at my anus, and with a wee grunt, she pushed it inside me. I gasped with pleasure, feeling my legs begin to shack and buckle beneath me.
‘No!’ shouted the doctor. ‘How dare ye penetrate her bottom?’
‘I’m sorry, doctor,’ said Mother Superior, her voice quavering.
‘Get away from her. Lie over the chair!’
I watched as Mother Superior, with an almost goofy grin on her face, made her way to the chair. I missed the feeling of her tongue on me, and replaced it with my own hands. As she bent over the chair, I was surprised to see welts on her backside, and thin, red marks.
‘Now, yer punishment will be as usual,’ said the doctor. He brought his hand back and then with a loud skelp, skelped it against her bare flesh. She squealed with pleasure, and then begged him for more. ‘No, one is quite enough for ye, ye filthy wench. Now to get back to the task in hand.’
I felt his heat behind me once more.
‘Now, Chastity, it’s time for ye to become a woman, a true servant of the Lord.’ I felt something hard at my entrance, and knew that it must be the tip of the rod I had seen under him earlier. ‘Now, this will hurt a wee bit to begin with, but then, it will feel truly magnificent,’ he said. I felt him start to push, and the tip of the cock worked its way into me. It was so different from having my own fingers in there. This thing was thick and forceful, almost as though it had a mind of its own. There was just a moment of tension and then, it slipped all of the way into me.
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