Tetsumi21

The Abbey

Added 2024-10-15 11:53:59 +0000 UTC

Enjoy, everyone! There is a realistic version coming as well but I may take a few days. Also, apologies if there are some typos in the story - it was written on a phone since I’m traveling, and phone keyboards are not designed for prose…. Anyway, hope you guys like the story and the image set! Happy holiday weekend!

“She was the youngest Sister ever posted to the Abbey. The position was normally reserved for older nuns, those who had paid their dues and managed to get the top spot in the diocese. The Abbey was in such a beautiful location, and with the high-level visitors and high-profile events held there, it was an incredibly prestigious position to serve. The woman was elated to get the job, especially at such a seemingly impossible young age. She had only been with the Sisterhood for two years, following an exceptionally difficult divorce and a re-arranging of her life goals. For her the Sisterhood had been more of an escape, rather than a “calling”. But of course, she hadn’t said it quite that way when interviewed for the Abbey position. She knew the Abbey required nuns of the utmost dedication. Maybe they thought nuns more dedicated to God would be better at handling the fancy events and visitors? The woman shook her head. She may not be the most devout of her Sisters, but she knew enough, believed enough. She felt confident she could handle the duties of the position, but if she were being honest with herself, she was more excited to simply be in a better location. There were a lot of benefits of being at the Abbey, and not the least of which was good living. She had campaigned for the position since she learned of it, always scoffed at when she asked as if she were crazy to think she had paid enough of her dues to be posted there. But now look; a sudden vacancy; a Sister had curtailed her posting at the Abbey in order to take a position in another city. Why would you leave THIS place? The girl shook her head again. And now here she was, suddenly in her dream job within the Sisterhood. Despite their celibacy, at least the fancy events held here would give the woman a chance to look. Looking wasn’t a sin, was it?

She played the role, fitting in well with the other Sisters there despite their age differences. She was chaste, demure, devout, and unwavering in her commitment to the Sisterhood. She walked the walk and talked the talk. Over time she began to be trusted with more duties, taking on small ceremonial tasks which then grew to larger and more complex ones. Occasionally she was still on the night shift, remaining up during the night in the event a traveler or other passer by would come by requesting help; salvation, sanctuary, or simply a compassionate face. The woman hated the night shift, but it kept her in the Abbey, so she did it. Occasionally, she even found the nights welcome because she had a modicum of privacy. The whole Abbey to herself. It was during those nights she had begun to indulge some of the elements of her old life. She would look out into the city, wondering what people were doing with their nights. She hadn’t always been a nun, after all. She remembered what it felt like to get dressed up to go out on the town, to drink, to go out with friends and go dancing. To move your body to music, lost in the moment. The feeling of others all around you, moving as well. The feeling of all those bodies pressed together, moving, gyrating…sweating, grinding….

The Sister caught herself, moving quickly away from the window and hustling back across the Abbey in her walk. She could feel the heat in her body, the tingle below that reminded her of her past life. The dampness that shamed her, but was welcome nonetheless. Many of her Sisters, despite their age, had been celibate their whole lives, and knew nothing of that aspect of their bodies. But the woman knew. She had been married, had dated men; she knew what her body was capable of.

Again, a pang of guilt chastened her. That was behind her now, a life she chose to step away from, to RUN away from. She had found refuge in the Sisterhood, they had taken her in and taught her a different way. THAT was her way now, that was her life. But still…her body remembered…

The dampness grew worse. Each step she took seemed to make it stronger beneath her robes. She tried to calm herself down, but the train was already rolling. She nearly began to weep, her mind knowing the sun of Lust, but her body and her youth pulling her in another direction. She stopped, standing in the Abbey, looking up reverently at the beautiful stained glass around her, praying for a solution.

“Why are you so conflicted, my child?”

She heard the voice echo around her, startling her so badly she nearly cried out. When she looked, however, she remained the only one there, nothing but echoing shadows around her.

“God?” She asked, hopefully. She had heard the Sisters talk of speaking to God, but the woman had never actually heard him reply.

A deep chuckle rumbled through the room. “No my child, no. But I can see you are in pain; I can help you. Tell me why you are so conflicted.”

The woman considered this, if not God, then who? Certainly no men were allowed in the Abbey, there could be no one else here. She wavered, unsure of herself, and then felt the words spilling forth from her lips. “I-, I…I want to be chaste and humble as I am supposed to be, but I cannot dispel these impure thoughts. They…they’ve gotten worse…” she muttered, trailing off at the end in embarrassment. She felt her cheeks flush.

“How?” the voice echoed again, the deep bass seeming to rumble right through her body. The dampness returned.

The girl crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together and squeezing, hoping to make the sensation go away, but it only surged stronger.

“I am a Sister, I took a vow, I- “

The voice cut her off. “No my child, that is not the answer to my question. How have your thoughts gotten worse?”

The woman trembled again, the voice seeming to pierce through her. She didn’t want to answer the question, as if voicing her thoughts out loud would somehow give them permanence and make them tangible.

“I…I remember what it was to lay with a man.” She felt a throb, the dampness within her robes pulsing stronger. It was a burn now that wriggled within her, a squirming in her stomach like butterflies.

“Ahhh, there we are my child. So you lust, do you?”

The girl protested, “No! I am a Sister! Lust is one of the-“

“-most delicious sins, is it not?” the voice interrupted. The girl stopped, her words caught in her throat. She was trembling now, a tension running through her body that she felt incapable of controlling. She was a piano wire, tightly wound and somehow nearing a breaking point without understanding what was breaking or how. She said nothing, her breath coming in shallow gasps as if breathing deeply were too dangerous to consider. “Tell me, child, what you lust for. Tell me what you want.”

The girl continued to tremble, the words hitting her with physical force. The dampness had become wetness now, her legs pressed together had begun to slide, moving past one another in a way the woman had not felt in a long time. “I-, I can’t…” she whispered, the words feeling weak and ineffectual even as she said them.

“Come now, this is no time for games. You need help, you WANTED help, and now you must only participate to receive it. I can help you, but you must receive the help on your own.” The voice thundered now, and the vibrations shuddering through her body threatened to snap the piano wire she felt she had become. Her stomach quivered, her body responding in an all-too-familiar way.

“…s-,s-….sex…” the girl said, her voice nothing more than a choking whisper. She felt her sex throb involuntarily in response.

“No girl, that is a version of what you want. Tell me what you want.” the voice echoed again.

The girl quivered, feeling a droplet run down the inside of her thigh, tracing a path down sensitive skin that had not been touched in far too long.

“I-, I want-…I miss…I miss sex…” the girl stammered out, still trembling. Her hands were twisting the cloth at the front of her robes, absentmindedly pulling at the fabric while her mind swirled.

“No games girl, what do you lust for?” the voice came again, and the woman heard frustration in its tone. Despite herself she felt a desire to remove that tone, to comply. She felt ashamed.

“I want…to have sex.” She squirmed.

“Lust.”

“Yes…lust. I want to have sex. I lust for it.” She could feel her body humming with tension now, her entire being on a knife’s edge, trembling and wavering over the precipice. Her pussy trembled with her, she could feel the aching emptiness, the void inside her. It throbbed.

“ENOUGH!” the voice boomed, shaking the very walls of the Abbey. The vibrations shot through the girl, weakening her knees and leaving her crumbling toward the floor. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, her stomach in knots as her arousal surged. “Say it girl, say what you want. Tell me what you need!”

The woman’s head swam, feeling as if it might float away. Her body pulsed, positively thrumming with sexual energy. It consumed her, pushed all thoughts out of her head. She was nothing but need, desire, and aching sexual tension. “I want to have sex…” she whimpered, knowing it was not enough.

“NO!” the voice thundered, rejecting her offering.

“I need sex, I need someone to have sex with me…” she muttered, a little more strength in her voice. She was clutching the front of her robes now, her fingers groping her dripping sex beneath, grinding herself into her own hand.

“NO! LOUDER GIRL!” the voice shouted. The woman was certain the voice would shatter her brittle body, her entire being trembling with desire, shame, and aching need.

“I-“ the girl stammered.

“TELL ME!”

“I-, I-“ the girl continued, the throbbing in her pussy driving her forward, filling her head with thoughts, memories from another life. Making love to her husband, kissing men on a date, her solo bedtime explorations in her youth.

“TELL ME, girl!!” the voice thundered again, interrupting the woman’s reverie.

“I-, I want to…” she breathed, her mind full of a different kind of memory. Waiting at the club while her husband golfed and taking one of the caddies into the shed where she’d ridden him until he came inside her. Taking her husband home later that same day and fucking him on the couch as if nothing had happened. Sneaking into the bathroom at a club and lifting her dress, letting a man whose name she didn’t know fuck her in the stall. “I want to be…”

“Tell me…” the voice said, trailing off in a low rumble that the girl felt more than heard, vibrations slithering through and across her body. The piano wire snapped. The knife’s edge plunged away into the darkness.

“I WANT TO BE FUCKED!” the woman screamed, certain her mind was melting as visions of depravity ran rampant through her. Men, women, groups…sex, fucking, sucking, cumming, writhing bodies slick with sweat and fluids covering each other. She shuddered, her pussy clenching as she came, every muscle tightening in response to her overwhelming orgasm. She collapsed to the floor, her hips shaking uncontrollably, her pussy pulsating with an impassible orgasm that only seemed to grow in intensity as she came.

“Yes girl, the truth…you find you are less conflicted now.” the voice hissed, the girl barely aware. “Now that you are settled on a path, you can progress…”

As her orgasm continued, the woman became aware of other sensations in her body. Her hips tightened, pulling outward against the fabric of her habit. Seams began to pop as her unrelenting hips swelled, her ass filling out and stretching her clothing in other dimensions. She could hear the fabric straining, tearing open, and the sensation further drive her wild. The fabric sliding across her smooth, swelling skin sent new reams of pleasure coursing through her.

“I have tried for years to retake this abbey.” the voice said dispassionately as the girl continued her transformation. “The diocese has been careful, sending only the incorruptible here. They know my power in this place, but they were cautious, sending only those whose convictions had been tested, and unbroken, for years.”

The woman’s body continued to change, her breasts swelling outward, first straining and then tearing free of the confining fabric. The woman clutched her enormous breasts, trying to restrain them, the crudeness of her body, the lewdness of it all only driving her further downward. She could not help giving in to the sensations, her seeking hands taking advantage of her torn clothing to find their way inside her robes, to probe, squeeze, rub, and clutch her body. Her breasts hung heavy from her chest, and the woman felt her nipples harden in the cool air.

“But then they sent you…” the voice continued. At “you” the woman felt another wave of change sweeping over her, twisting and corrupting her body. She attempted to cry out, to protest, but it was useless. She arched her back, tilting her ass upward as she began to grow a tail, its slithery length pressing outward from her tailbone, seemingly moving with a life of its own. “Yes…” the voice continued, “they sent you. You were not ready for this place, my child. You were too weak still. You still wanted too much.”

The woman squirmed, the words washing over her like a physical force, her body contorting and changing with each word, the corruption driving deeper and deeper inside her. Her feet shifted, her toes consolidating into a mass, shifting and forming themselves into cloven hooves, the corrupted skin slowly making its way up her calf. “But I am-…” the woman started, her voice trembling and weak. “I am devout! I believe!”

The voice chuckled at her powerless protest. “Belief does not protect you, little one. I am a part of those beliefs, am I not? You are too young and desirous. You opened the door for me. The Sisterhood took things from you; took your life, your goals your plans…they only took things from you.” Below, the woman continued to squirm on the ground, her body thickening, her ass swelling along with her growing hips, the tension and slow expansion driving the woman wild. She ground her body into the floor of the Abbey, tension coursing through her as the last vestiges of her will struggled with her. “They took from you, but I give…”

The woman moaned, the truth of the words washing over her, knowing the voice was speaking the truth. She wanted too much out of life, too much to fulfill with devotion, prayer, and chastity. She needed to live, wanted to experience life deeply…ohhh, so deeply. She felt the corruption banging against the last ramparts of her will, a futile battle within her. She could feel a pressure in her skull, hot points of pressure on her temples, knew what was happening. She struggled, pressing her hands to the floor and bracing herself. The corruption raged within her, driving her nearly mad, her body throbbing with pain, pleasure, ecstasy, shame, and endless sexual desire. Her pussy quivered, dripping onto the floor beneath her shaking hips. She knew it was over, could feel the horns sliding from her skull, their inevitable progress matching the last retreating resistance within her. She looked up, the stained glass windows above her shining downward, glowing with an ethereal light. “God, I’m sorry. I can’t hold…” she whimpered, feeling the demonic horns reach the form their creator desired.

She came with a torrential force, her body wracked with an overwhelming orgasm, reducing the woman to a quivering and shaking mess. She screamed in unimaginable pleasure, her body contorting on the cold floor while her mind floated above, detached, wiped clean, and oblivious.

“Now rise, Daughter…” the voice commanded.

The girl breathed deeply, feeling the weight on her chest heaving, feeling the taut musculature of her stomach moving beneath smooth, tight skin. Behind her a tail waved lazily over the firm ass that now helped her lift her body from the floor. Her hooves clicked on the old stones, and she felt them splay lightly, taking her weight and lifting her further skyward. She felt the strength in her new form, the confidence. With it, she felt the aching lust within her, the desire to kiss, lick, fuck, such, penetrate, and be penetrated. The desire roiled within her like a living force, and she nearly cried out in pain at the emptiness. “You have received my gift, Daughter,” the voice continued, “but you are not done.” The girl whimpered, the interminable emptiness within threatening to drive her insane.

“Now Daughter…” the voice said, its thundering words hanging echoing un the following silence, “now go share with your Sisters…”