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Jessica could feel it on the back of her neck, that
claustrophobic feeling that was seeping in through the walls.  It
terrified her.  The place terrified her even more.  It was like a
prison.  Soon she would be trapped within it’s walls.  The convent was
a huge, Gothic monstrosity, with bell towers that reached for the sky
as if trying to caress the face of God.
 Jessica Highsmith had little use for God.
 She was of the opinion that she was alone in the world.  She
believed that she would have to fend for herself.  For that was what
she had done all her life.  Why should the fact that she was going to
be living in a convent change that?
 Jessica’s parents had hated her.
 Or, at least, that was what Jessica thought.  Why else would
they have sent her to such a place?  It was punishment.  Punishment
delt to her because she was different from them.
 Jessica was a troublemaker.  She wore all black, streaked
purple in her short, black hair and enveloped each eye with black
eyeliner.  Personally, Jessica thought it brought out the beauty in her
eyes.  Her parents were not of that opinion.  To them, it signaled a
rebellion.  The girl was always in trouble at school, she hung out with
the “wrong crowd”, she didn’t dress like the “normal” high school girl
and she didn’t have a boyfriend.
 Jessica didn’t understand this.  She thought that her mother
would be happy that she didn’t have a boyfriend, young boys being how
they were these days.  But, no, her mother was angry.  Angry that her
daughter wasn’t dating the captain of the football team, like she had
(and married him, to boot).
 Then, this year, Jessica had committed the ultimate sin.
Instead of being a cheerleader like her mother, she decided to be
active in the theater at her high school.  She started hanging out with
her theater teacher a lot.  A relatively young teacher named Kelly
Freeman.  Soon, the news that Kelly was a lesbian got to Jessica’s
mother.
 And she was furious.
 The next time Jessica got in trouble at school, her mother used
it as an excuse to send her off to the convent, claiming that the girl
was “unstable” and needed the support of “God’s soldiers” as Mrs.
Highsmith called them.
 “You’re going to be a nun,” her mother had told a shocked
Jessica.
 It was retro.  It was cruel.  It was fate.
 This turn of events was both good and bad for young Jessica.
 It was bad because, of course, she was going to be locked up in
this horrible place with stricter rules than she could imagine.
 It was good because Jessica liked the ladies, if you will.  And
they were all girls here.
 Jessica smiled to herself and walked into the Gothic
monstrosity, resigning herself to her fate.
***
 “Think you’re wise, don’t you?” asked Mother Mary Harriet, the
Mother Superior of the convent.
 “No, ma’am,” Jessica answered.
 “You will address me as Mother.”  The Mother Superior was
somewhat young for the position that she occupied.  Jessica guessed her
age was in the early thirties, if that.
 “I’m sorry, Mother,” Jessica said.
 “That’s better.”  The Mother Superior stood up from her desk
and walked around it.  She studied the girl and reached out her hand
and touched Jessica’s head.
 “This hair,” she said, “will not do.  These purple streaks will
have to go.”
 “I can let them grow out, Mother,” Jessica said.
 “Oh, no, no, no, child.  It will have to be dyed for now.  I
won’t have one of our sisters walking around with purple in her hair,
even if it is covered.  And you’ll have to let it grow, as well.  No
nun should have short hair.”
 Jessica held her anger inside and answered.
 “Yes, Mother,” she said.
 “Oh, the two words I love the most.  ‘Yes, Mother.’  I can’t
tell you what pleasure those words give me.”
 If Jessica were in ordinary circumstances she would have asked
the Mother Superior what kind of sick weirdo she really was, but these
were definitely not ordinary circumstances.
 The Mother turned Jessica’s face towards hers.  The two women
looked into each other’s eyes.  For a moment, Jessica thought how
lovely that face would be if it were looking up from between her legs
and asking her, “Do you like that, Jessica?  Do you want more?”
 Jessica snapped back into reality.
 “I want no foolishness in my convent, you hear, young lady?”
the Mother Superior asked.
 “Yes, Mother,” Jessica returned.
 Mother Mary Harriet smiled.
 “There’s those two words again,” she said.
***
 Jessica’s small, sparse room was filled with wet slapping
sounds the first night of her stay at the convent.
 Jessica was naked, masturbating on her bed.
 Her fingers dug deep into herself again and again, sending
waves of pleasure through her body.
 “Do you want more of my pussy, Mother?” she asked no one.
 The sound of her own voice spouting dirty things heightened her
arousal, like always.
 “Do you wanna fuck me, Mother?”
 The tempo increased.
 “What about my ass, huh?  Do you wanna pump my asshole?  Do you
wanna invade it with your beautiful, long fingers?”
 She opened her ass cheeks and stuck one of her fingers inside
her butt.
 “Ohhh.  Yeah.  Yeah.  You want this ass.”  It was not a
question.
 “You want this asshole so much that it hurts.”
 Suddenly the door to Jessica’s room was open, a young, teenage
nun poking her head in.
 “Sister, don’t make so much...” the young nun trailed off when
she saw Jessica.
 That was another thing about convents.  No locks on the doors.
 Jessica smiled at the young nun and continued her self-
exploration.
 The young nun watched on with an mixed expression of shock and
interest.  Jessica pumped both of her holes.  When one finger would go
into her pussy, the other would just be sliding out of her ass and so
on.
 The young nun, now completely turned on by the sight in front
of her, began to rub her crotch in a circular motion.
 “Yeah,” said Jessica, quieter this time.
 The young nun pulled up her robe, revealing her white
underwear.  They were already beginning to dampen, Jessica could see a
small wet spot in the “V” formed by the girl’s thighs.  The young nun
started to rub her mound harder now.
 “Oh, you nun slut,” Jessica gently told her, “rub that
neglected pussy.”
 The young nun, moved by Jessica’s words, increased her speed
three fold.  Her hand was almost a blur.  Her other hand was kneading
her covered breasts.
 “Cum with me, you nun slut,” Jessica whispered just loud enough
for the teenage nun to hear.
 The nun started to moan, but quietly, discreetly.
 Jessica began to climax, juices flowing out of her snatch and
onto her new bed.  It was almost as if she were marking it.
 The nun came as well, the wet spot on her underwear growing
bigger as she did.
 Both girl's breathing slowly came down to normal as they
recovered.
 Jessica looked the nun in the eyes deeply.  She motioned for
her to join her on the bed.  The nun, looking ashamed and scared, shook
her head sadly and closed Jessica’s door behind her.  Jessica sucked on
her fingers, savoring the juices that lingered there.
 Then, Jessica Highsmith, who still did not know what fate had
in store for her, pulled the covers over her young, pale body and went
to sleep.