The Sin of the Convent of St Teresa

Sister Lucia stood at the windows of her office, looking out over the courtyard of the convent.

The sun had long since set, but the walkways and lawns were lit up by lampposts, bathing the crowds in a warm yellow light. However, they were not hooded and the light pollution was blocking out the view of the stars. She would have to have that rectified.

She stepped away from the window and moved back to her desk. She sat down in the large chair, took in her new office. Large felt rug on the floor, comfy couch running along one end of the room, trophy cabinet along the other, massive fireplace behind her. But best of all, more than enough space for her other... activities.

Sister Lucia smiled, and turned to the binder on her mahogany desk. If she was to mold the Convent of St. Theresa of Avila in her own image, she would need a personal assistant who was not one of the nuns. As it turned out, putting out an advert in the local village that the new Mother Superior needed someone to handle her phone calls, calendars, and... miscellaneous tasks, it had caused quite a stir, and she had been flooded with CVs. The job was so coveted that even though she had specified only women need apply, there were some thinly disguised CVs from the local unemployed men.

Those, needless to say, went directly into the fireplace.

Just as she was about to close the binder and call it a night, one CV jumped out at her: twenty-two years old, went to a Catholic high school, mother sick with cancer... desperate for the health insurance. Sister Lucia smiled to herself as she removed the paper from the binder and set it aside.

Tomorrow was going to be fun.

*****

"Good morning, Mother Superior."

Sister Lucia regarded the nun in front of her. It was no secret that Sister Ethel had been expected to take over from the previous Abbess, and she was shocked when she was passed over in favor of an outsider who was older than Sister Ethel, had spent less time in the habit. Sister Lucia could read the barely disguised fury on her inferior's pretty freckled face.

"Morning, Sister Ethel. What may I help you with?"

"Well, I and the other sisters wanted to welcome you to Saint Teresa's, and to- "

"What other sisters?"

"Excuse me?"

"You talk of other sisters, but as far as I can tell, you're the only person in my office right now."

Sister Lucia was aware that she gave off a menacing aura and most lesser people cowered in her presence, but Sister Ethel sat up straighter and cleared her throat.

"The role of Mother Superior is a very demanding one, and you might not always have the time for the minutiae of the convent. The other sisters have me as a leader, to bring to you any concerns- "

Was this rehearsed? "If they have you as their leader, what does that make me?"

"It's just that- "

"I not know what sort of arrangement you had with Sister Ruth, God rest her soul, but I'm in charge now and- "

"I understand that, Sister, but- "

Sister Lucia slapped the table, and Sister Ethel flinched. Looks like the girl's composure was not as strong as previously thought.

"You will not interrupt me again, and you are to always refer to me as Mother Superior, or so help me God I will make your life hell. I will address you and the other sisters at suppertime, and unless the convent is on fire, I do not expect to see any of you in my office between now and then. You are excused."

The steel was back in Sister Ethel's eyes, but she stood up, bowed, and left the office.

Sister Lucia got up from her chair and walked over to the window. The snow had melted but the spring sun was not yet upon the convent, and the nuns sweeping the courtyard were wearing scarves and mittens. There was a soft knock on her door. Had they already disobeyed her orders?

"Come in."

The door opened, and someone walked in. The footsteps were too slow for a nun, who were used to rushing around. Sister Lucia turned around.

The girl was black, something Sister Lucia had not been able to pick up on the phone last night. Her hair was not done in any of the latest trends and was held back by a band, but Sister Lucia could tell it had been undone very recently. Last night? This very morning? The girl was dressed in a sensible long-sleeved shirt and skirt, and her shoes were flat pumps. Her acting skills were subpar and she was obviously uncomfortable. Sister Lucia stifled a smile.

She walked up to the girl and sized her up. The girl's head barely made it to Sister Lucia's chest, and she shrunk away from the Mother Superior. "Who are you?"

"Alice Meyer, ma'am. I'm here for the personal assistant job."

"Firstly, I am the Mother Superior, and that's the title I expect you to use at all times. Second, you are here for the job interview. Working for me takes a lot of grit and determination, it's not as easy as I made it out to be in the interview. And when I look at you, Alice Meyer, I'm not sure you have what it takes, and I don't know where you get the audacity to assume you've gotten the job without even meeting me.

She looked like she was on the verge of tears, and was visibly trembling. Sister Lucia had to stifle a smile.

"I promise, Mother Superior, whatever you need, I'll do it well, and I'll do it fast. But I really need this job."

"Do you need this job, or does your mother need the insurance?"

Alice stared at her blankly.

Sister Lucia walked back to the window. The nuns who had been sweeping had left. "On the desk in front of you is a binder with the CVs of other girls who, like you, desperately want this job. Some of them have higher qualifications than you and less... baggage, and are probably closer to getting this job than you are. Tampering with that binder would be a criminal offence." Sister Lucia turned around. "If you want the job, get that binder and throw it in the fire. Eliminate your opponents."

The girl stared at her, and blinked twice. "You're asking me to commit a crime? But you're a nun."

Sister Lucia smiled. "The choice is yours; I'm not forcing you to do anything." She turned back around and looked out the window. The sun had risen fully.

There was a crackle behind her, and she turned around to see Alice Meyer standing in front of the fireplace, the binder going up in flames.

"Well. I didn't think you had it in you. Are those tears in your fucking eyes?" Alice flinched at the use of the swear word. Sister Lucia closed down the space between them and circled behind Alice. She placed her hands on the girl's shoulders. "This is a really high paying job, and the health insurance is the one thing standing between your mother and death. Do you understand me?"

Alice nodded.

"Occasionally, I'm going to ask you to carry out certain tasks for me, tasks you might not be comfortable with," Sister Lucia rubbed Alice's shoulders softly, "Are you willing to do as I ask, to never disobey me?"

Alice gulped and then nodded.

Sister Lucia leant into the girl, her mouth mere centimeters away from her neck, her breath causing the girl to break out in goosebumps. "You are free to resign at any time, but be warned that should you tell anyone about what you've seen here, I will have you thrown in jail for burning those papers. Do you understand me clearly?"

"Yes, ma'am -- sorry. Yes, Mother Superior."

"Good." Sister Lucia sat back down in her chair. "As this is a very demanding job, I will expect you to take up residence in the convent, and to never be more than five minutes away from me. You will be allowed to go back home for a few hours every weekend, of course. Are you prepared for that commitment?"

"I am, Mother Superior."

"Great. I am going to be looking at you every day, and I really do not like your current style. Remove your shirt."

Instinctively and to the contrary, Alice's hands went up to protect her chest.

Sister Lucia sighed and stood up. She walked behind Alice again, reached for her arms from behind, and forcefully brought them down. "Let this be your last warning, should you disobey me again I will fire you on the spot." She grabbed Alice's shirt and pulled it open.

Buttons flew every which way, and Alice's blue bra was visible.

"What are we working with here?" purred Sister Lucia as she reached up and fondled Alice's B-cups. The girl was clearly trying to fight back a moan. "Does this turn you on, Alice?"

She shook her head.

"Are you telling me that if I were to check your panties right now, I wouldn't find a wet patch?"

Alice shook her head again. She obviously needed a lesson in telling the truth.

Sister Lucia let go of her tits and moved in front of her. She grabbed Alice's face and tilted it backwards. Before the girl could react, Sister Lucia's right hand was down her skirt, and rubbing on her pussy through the fabric of her knickers. Just as she had suspected, Alice's pussy had released the quite flood.

Sister Lucia ran her finger up and down the poor girl's folds, and this was clearly too much for her. She let out a loud moan and Sister Lucia had to cover her mouth with her hand. The Mother Superior removed her hand from the girl's skirt, and rubbed her fingers over her lips before licking them.

"Mmm, I quite like the taste of your cunt, Miss Alice Meyer." Sister Lucia removed her hand from Alice's mouth and kissed her softly. To her surprise the girl's mouth opened without any hesitation, and she kissed back with a commendable level of enthusiasm. A quick learner, then. Too bad she would not be getting her orgasm today.

Sister Lucia pulled back from the kiss, let go of Alice and sat back down on her chair. She opened the top drawer on her desk and pulled out a notebook. She jotted some lines down, tore the page out of the book, and handed it to Alice.

"Those are very detailed instructions on your dress code, and you are expected to follow them to a tee."

Alice read what was written on the note, and her eyes widened. "But Mother Superior, this is a convent!"

"Which I am in charge of. If you still want this job, you will go back home and buy those clothes, exactly as I've described them, and be in the convent by night time. Tomorrow, you start. Now get out of my office."

Alice did not move.

Sister Lucia looked up at her. "Must I say everything twice for you to understand it?"

"My shirt is ruined, Mother Superior."

"That does not sound like a problem that concerns me, figure it out. Now, leave."

"Yes, Mother Superior." Alice pulled her buttonless shirt around her chest and hurried to the door.

"And Miss Meyer?" Sister Lucia called out just as the girl opened the door.

"Yes, Mother Superior?"

"Do something with your hair. You're not a fucking nun."