The Passion of Agnes Part 4 - Sex Stories

The Passion of Agnes Part 4

I retraced my steps in the direction of the dormitorium, wondering if I was still expected to fulfill my duties that day, much troubled in heart and soul, turning over in my mind the tenets of the strange philosophy expounded to me by Sister Gwendolyn. Even more than the tableaux of the previous night these diabolical views shocked me to the core. She couldn’t have been serious. I had no idea what time it was or how many of my chores were neglected. I was tired and incapable of thinking clearly, a lingering result of the drugged wine combined with so many strong feelings and new sensations. I was not afraid of the Abbess though. I had a feeling she wanted my true work to lie in the rituals enacted in the Misericord. I thought of her, strong and imperious, bending the lesser sisters to her will. She would submit me to the same domination. It was to be my fate to be her toy, her thing, forever. I decided to go back to sleep. I twisted the neck of the Beautoix effigy continuously, taking out on it my frustration and confusion as I walked the grounds, absorbed in thought. Approaching the entrance to my dormitory I saw Sister Mary sitting on the stoop with an enormous black cat in her lap which she massaged with both hands, rolling its furred skin up and talking in a low sweet voice the way one talks with children. The animal blinked its alabaster eyes with pleasure. She smiled brightly, locking her tiny eyes on mine. She lowered the cat to the ground and rose to meet me. “Her ...

... name is Hecuba. She’s a good kitty. I’d like to come into your cell if you don’t mind. We should talk.” “Can we talk another time Sister Mary? I am feeling a little out of sorts today. I would take a nap and refresh myself.” Her smile faded and she frowned with reproach. “Gwendolyn is not the only one bearing gifts.” She took my ugly doll, made a face at it, giggled and made it dance in the air before giving it back. “I also have my contribution but it is not such as I would wish the common sisters to see. Come now.” She took my hand and we walked into the dormitory, she leading me. We entered my cell. Mary sat in my lone wooden chair. I sat on the edge of my cot. She produced from the folds of her habit a heavy piece of rolled hempen fabric and placed it on my table. She smiled again, her teeth like miniature pearls. Everything about her was small. I spoke first. “I just talked with Sister Gwendolyn as you know. I could scarcely believe my ears. Is this really a coven of...pagans? And I am expected to join you? To participate in your lascivious rites?” She didn’t answer me right away. She listened intently but regarded me as one might regard some strange specimen of Nature. Was she listening to the meaning of my words or to the unspoken spirit they hid from view? “You silly witch. What are you saying? Your hypocrisy defies belief. I hear the insincerity in your voice even as you ask these questions. You don’t realize what a gift you’ve been given. We are free here. Now. Free to ...