I walked through the doors of the ancient cathedral with a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I really had no desire to join a convent, but I'd just turned eighteen and I didn't have any money, or any family left. The orphanage had kicked me out, and the women's shelter was full. At least at the church I would have food in my belly and a warm place to sleep.
A middle-aged woman dressed in black robes greeted me at the door and introduced herself as Sister Bethany. She had an uptight, no-nonsense look about her. Sister Bethany led me through the great hall, which smelled of mothballs and old carpet. I peeked into one of the many chambers and caught a glimpse of a group of nuns dressed in black, with heads bent, murmuring quietly to each other in worship. Other nuns smiled and waved at me as they passed.
"We're not your typical church," said Sister Bethany. "We have made peace with the demon realm, unlike many other churches who prefer to see Judas as the enemy."
Did I hear her right? Did she say demon realm?
"In this church, there is no violence with demons, because demons do not pose a threat to us. They are our allies, and we help each other thrive."
"Wait," I said. "Do you mean hypothetical demons? Like some sort of symbolism?"
"No, dear, I mean actual demons. From hell." Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if I were the uneducated one of the two of us.
The nun stopped at the end of the hall and opened the door to my quarters, a minimally furnished room lit only by candlelight. "We're very glad you've decided to join us. Tomorrow morning, you'll take part in a very special ceremony that will officially make you a member of our family."
I tossed and turned all night, wondering if I'd accidentally joined a cult. That would be just my luck.
A nun named Sister Jane knocked on my door first thing in the morning to inform me that the ceremony was taking place in two hours, and she was to help me prepare. Sister Jane didn't look too much older than I was, with her tightly bound red hair and bare face. She led me next door to the bathing chamber, where two more nuns were waiting beside a steaming tub of water. They stripped me naked and scrubbed every inch of my body with a rough washcloth. "Open your thighs," Sister Jane instructed, before taking a sponge to the place between my legs and rubbing hard. My cheeks flushed red immediately. "No need to be embarrassed, dear," said Sister Jane. "We'll get to know each other really well here." After my bath, the nuns dressed me in a black silk robe, leaving me naked underneath.
It appeared that the ceremony was to take place in the basement. The nuns led me down so many flights of stairs that eventually my legs grew tired, and I thought I was going to collapse. We were so far beneath the cathedral that it felt like we'd crossed into the underworld. We came upon a solid metal door, which Sister Jane opened with a brass key. Beyond the door was not what I expected--a room that looked more like an industrial freezer than a place of worship. A large examination table took up most of the space in the center of the room, surrounded by freezers and coolers of various sizes. A cold shiver went up my spine as I spotted Sister Bethany standing beside the table, waiting patiently.
"Climb up onto the table, dear," she instructed.
"Why?" I asked, though I knew my objections mattered little. I was far below the rest of human civilization and also outnumbered four to one. It felt very dangerous being down here, but I was also incredibly curious.
"You are going to receive a great blessing," she said.
Atop the cold metal table, the urge to close my legs grew stronger as Sister Jane lifted each of them into a stirrup and then restrained my calves with heavy buckles. She spread my legs as wide as they would go and locked the stirrups, leaving my innermost region lewdly on display for everyone in the room. The cool air against my lower lips made me shiver. She lifted my arms and I felt similar buckles restrain my wrists to the table. Sister Bethany pulled up a stool between my legs and stroked my thighs for a moment before unceremoniously sticking two fingers deep in my cunt. I gasped and stared at her hand with wide eyes. "Easy now," she said in a soothing voice, while stroking my tight insides. "Just relax, you're very safe here." I took a deep breath and tried to obey. She continued to pump her fingers in and out of me and I felt myself clench around them. She used her other hand to rub my belly. "Good girl," she said. "Perfect. Very tight and moist. Our guest will be most pleased."
