Foreword
I'm trying out a somewhat modified narrative style where I'm placing more *** breaks between POV shifts in the same scene to make it easier to track in who's head we are. Please feel free to drop a comment and let me know if this works better or if the old way is preferable.
Chapters will come out individually for the foreseeable future as I try to get back to my previous pace. Part IX will take us back into the broader story with more shenanigans and power grabs.
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
Sister Sister
The sound of laughter faded down the hallway as the students left church, their bible studies completed for the day. Sister Emilia waved them off, a proud smile on her face. Inquisitive and good-natured, the students had been a joy to teach. They had been raised in caring homes, brought up on the Lord's message, and kept themselves to a high standard. She was thrilled to know she was helping to shape the future leaders of the community.
Emilia stepped back into the classroom, the unruly wind tugging at her brown curls. The overcast sky and blustering winds promised a downpour soon enough.
She straightened her headband, clearing the errant strands from her youthful face. Her Greek heritage gave her a sharp nose and jawline, but an easy smile and soft eyes made her friendly and approachable. She'd only been at the parish for a few years, but she was already the most trusted of the Sisters, being the closest in age with the older kids. They would come to her for help, be it questions of faith or studies. Always quick to help and keep their confidence, she was the favored resource of the students. Which was why it worried her that she hadn't heard from Allison in so long.
Allison had been such a sweet girl, studying hard, volunteering for events, and just a pleasant person all around. But then she had stopped coming to church. The students said she was still at school, but she never stopped by anymore.
Emilia nibbled her lower lip. Surely it would be alright for her to visit Allison for a wellness check. They had been able to talk so freely before. Maybe Allison just needed someone to reach out to her, to let her know that the Lord was always there for her, and that there was always a safe space for her here.
As if a sign from above, the clouds parted for just a moment, and the sun shone brightly on her face. Emilia lifted the cross on her pendant to her lips, kissing it softly and saying a prayer.
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Josh gathered the giggling Allison onto his lap. He nuzzled her neck as she cooed. He loved her smell, that sweet scent of innocence and playfulness. Spending the day with her, and only her, had made such a difference. Gone was the tiredness in her eyes, the wrinkles from her frowns, and only the sound of her laughter filled the air. This had been sorely needed, and he should have done it sooner.
Allison wiggled her hips, settling in his lap. A moan escaped her lips as he nibbled her neck, his strong arms holding her tight around the waist. It was heaven. Having Daddy's undivided attention, just like it had been in the beginning. Only them.
The buzzing of a phone interrupted her thoughts. She tried to ignore it, but it wormed its way into her brain. She couldn't keep putting it off, but not today. Not while she was so happy with Daddy.
"Sweety? Are you okay?" Josh asked, sensing the tension suddenly returning to his little cutie.
"Yes, Daddy," she said with a little sigh, reaching over to silence the phone, choosing to ignore the multiple calls.
"Doesn't seem like nothing," Josh said, kissing her cheek. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not today, Daddy. Today is for us."
Allison clicked on the camera, flipping it to selfie mode. She leaned back, nuzzling him and centering the shot.
Such a handsome man. Strong and gentle, caring and loving. A daddy through and through.
The camera clicked, capturing the moment. Allison flipped through the library, smiling at all the happy memories. Walking on the pier. Eating ice-cream. Ice skating. Every picture accompanying a radiant smile. She almost couldn't recognize herself from the old pictures from before meeting him. Fake smiles, forced poses, none of it real.
A naughty smile spread as Allison tapped on the video. Their video. The old Allison on her knees, gagging on a fat cock, tears streaming down her face. It made her warm every time she saw it. How powerless she'd been. How afraid. How he'd taken her. Her lips parted, breathing heavier as she watched his cock force its way down her little throat.
"Do you know what would make this day perfect, Daddy? If you did this to me. Not just this. If you took me, however you wanted. If you made me your little slut again."
Josh chuckled at how worked up she was getting. She squirmed in his lap, her eyes glued to the video. Well, it was her day. And he'd do his best to meet her needs.
"Of course, sweety. How would you like me to do it?"
"You could break into my room. Bring your gun. Force me down. Scare me. Punish me. Take me in every hole until I'm a crying mess." Allison's breath came out in labored pants as she imagined it. "Don't stop, even when I beg you. Treat me like the slut you know I am. Make me your slut again."
"As long as you remember the safe word, sweety."
It was cute that Daddy thought she'd ever need a safe word with him.
"I remember, Daddy." Allison kissed his cheek and stood up. "Now, you should go get into character while I change. I have a big surprise for you."
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Emilia hummed to herself tunelessly as she drove down the busy road, her rosary swaying from the rearview mirror. The car was functional, though in sore need of replacement. An old, donated sedan that worked just fine, but had a lingering scent of tobacco that no amount of air fresheners could chase away. Still, it was better than the old van the church had. It was great for hauling boxes and cargo for charity drives and the such, but it was one of those utility vans that made for terrible seating. They'd spruced up the paint with colorful depictions of clear skies and flowers, but no amount of care could add windows to it. Some of the kids had jokingly called it the 'candy van' as it resembled far too closely the vehicles they'd been warned about not getting into.
As much as Emilia loved working for the small church, it sorely needed financial aid. It all seemed to evaporate the moment it arrived, going into charity events, community service, or simply maintenance. The Mother Superior was forever looking for new avenues of funding.
Emilia pulled to a stop at the intersection, the signals swaying from the battering of the growingly ferocious winds. The dark clouds in the skies moved rapidly, covering the sun and plunging the streets into a darkness reminiscent of dusk. Surprisingly, the rain hadn't begun yet, but it was only a matter of time. Perhaps another sign from the Lord to stay indoors with Allison and have a good heart to heart.
The phone on the dashboard lit up, playing a little jingle.
"Hello, this is Sister Emilia," she said upon tapping the button.
"Hello Sister. This is Helena, we met a few months ago at the annual church gala."
