Demon vs Nun Chapter 14 - Luke 23:34 (Patreon)

Luke 23:34

He said, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing.” And they divided up his clothes by casting lots.

“Good morning Sisters, I have an announcement to make.” Frederika stood up and pulled a dire face as all the nuns had assembled for breakfast.

“As you all know, today would have been the day of Maggie’s Trial of Exaltation, and with the recent events this was taken from her. I know how much she anticipated this and how much you girls did as well.” She pressed her lips to a thin line. “I have to tell you; it won't be taking place today. For those of you who don’t know yet: The Proto Centaur kidnapped her, and the three remaining members of her party could not pick up its trail again. Frankly, in the Angel’s name, I am glad Ennlin brought you guys back.”

Stella swallowed hard at hearing her worldly name.  Maybe even Frederika wanted her to leave? Had Doro and her talked already? Also, conveniently, she had left out the part about the mysterious silver-haired demon…

The acting abbess continued: “But, I also recognize the current ill-temper you guys are punished with. That goes for me, too.” a mischievous leer crept on her face as she eyed Stella. “I think we should hold the trial anyway, and since we have only one postulant nun in our midst at the moment, she should take it.” Frederika could not wholly finish her proposition as most of the nuns began cheering for her decision.

Or maybe they cheered for Stella? The raven-haired postulant wasn’t sure. As her view wandered to Detty, she realized the librarian was the only one not cheering. Instead, she got up, walked with swaying hips to the head of the table, and whispered to the prioress. The head nun did not care, though, and, with a harsh hand movement, Detty’s request was denied.

“Congratulations. Your Trial of Exaltation is tonight.” Rika’s leer made Stella's skin crawl. Detty stood next to the prioress, powerless. Her lips were pressed, and her eyes cast to the floor. She seemed not to dare to look anywhere near the postulant.

Being applauded by the others didn’t help, either. Stella wanted to smile and frown at the same time, too unsure what this revelation meant.

- - - - - - -

Stella's feelings were conflicted when she came to the library. She knew the trial could mark the end of her postulancy and make her a novice nun, but shouldn’t she get more time to prepare? And what if she failed? Would she be ex-… ex-... thrown out? She decided to distract herself with the Encyclopedia Demonica, placing it on the reading table and paging through it to find a demon that struck her fancy.

Detty arrived, but her usual chipper mood did not. Stella had expected to read in the demon lexicon with her and ask the librarian about anything that stood out. She looked up from the text about a feral wolf demon as Detty loudly dumped some books from a small table at the entrance on her wheeled tray and did not seem to mind any bookcases she hit on her way. She did not look approachable in the slightest.

Practicing to read would actually be what Stella was here for, so the postulant carried on. Detty seemed to calm down. At least her actions made less and less noise as time went on. Some minutes into Stella reading her first paragraph - she was not all that quick yet - Detty interrupted her: “You seem calm.”

The ice was noticeably thawing, but her words still rang cold. Stella looked up again. Detty breathed in deeply and exhaled more than twice as long.

“We need to prepare you for what comes after the Trial of Exaltation.” she said.

“After?” Stella was puzzled.

“Yes. There is not enough time to do any stamina training.” Detty’s eyes were fixed on the granite floor as she obviously waited for the postulants' reaction with a frown. A sense of dread befell Stella and she gulped, but the previous anticipation had made her skin crawl, so this needes to be over. She was glad Detty at least talked, nodded, and snapped the lexicon shut.

“As you probably know, the trial is meant to show that you won't cum despite the most wicked of pleasures.” Detty said.

“Yes…”

“Every nun here has passed it, which means...”, Detty interrupted herself by pulling a book from a nearby case and quickly paging through it, “Here, have a look at this.” she said and placed it in front of the postulant.

The drawing on the open page showed something that was shaped like a mace. Its smoothened cylindrical head was the size of an apple, it had a short, narrow neck, and the handle was almost as thick as the head itself. It looked a bit like a scepter, gilded and ornamented.

The header read: 'Holy Wand'

“Every convent has one, and it’s part of our monastery treasure. It looks inconspicuous, but it is a powerful lover. It will be used in the trial, and without months of preparation, there is no enduring it.”, Detty said with a smirk.

Stella was puzzled. “You mean I will fail?”

“You probably will.” Detty said. She pressed her lips for a moment and continued. “There is a chance you already are proficient enough in delaying your orgasm, but it's slim.”

“But it’s not bad if I fail, isn’t it? I can retake it, right?” Stella asked.

“Normally yes. In your case, I am not so sure.” Detty solemnly said and looked as if she was searching for something in Stella's eyes. “Usually, we don’t let postulants take the trial too early. They tend to stress out over their orgasm control and not train as efficiently.”

Detty took a deep breath that suggested she was about to say something profound. She looked around the library. They were alone.

“I fear Rika has surrendered to her demon.” Detty said gravely in a hushed tone.

“Shouldn’t we feel our piercings vibrate then?” Stella asked.

“No. Once a demon is captured it's muted to the outside regardless of the nun's mind. We can only feel them when they come out of their respective orifice.”

Stella remembered the vibrations she felt when she was together with Dorothea yesterday. Was she possibly possessed, too?

“I see you suspect someone.” Detty interrupted Stella’s thoughts.

“Dorothea. Last night she…” Stella was unsure how much she should tell.

‘There is no shame.’ she told herself and went into detail. After finishing recounting the events of last night, Detty looked increasingly worried.

“...and you are sure they vibrated?” Detty asked.

“Yes..”

“Then we don’t have much time. Wait here.” She hurried to lock the library and then ducked behind a shelf at the far end of the aisle of bookcases.

She looked a bit on edge as she reappeared with a coffer comparable to the chests and caskets Stella’s father used to make. She distinctly remembered she had never been sent to sell these on the market because they tended to have vanished miraculously before the following morning. The wooden boxes were quite ornate with shiny brass fittings and a lock that sported an equally elaborate key.

Detty put it down on the table with a considerable ‘thunk.’ She propped herself up on it with her arms and exhaled extensively. When Stella thought she would run out of air, Detty turned the key, daintily flipped the latch, and lifted the chest open.

When the contents were revealed, Stella was temporarily blinded by the glare of the afternoon sun’s reflection on polished gold. Blinking, she partly recognized the big bulbs embedded in the green velvet. Their outlines perfectly matched the fitted indentations on the velvet-covered insides.

“This, I have hidden away for a rainy day.” She said, letting go of the lid and slumping down on the bench. She seemingly had let go of a considerable burden weighing her down.

Stella eyed the contents. There were four humongous golden plugs. Stella immediately knew what they were for - keeping captured demons in - but they looked different from those she knew. Two of them were identical. Though smaller than the other two, they were easily twice the size of the already big nipple plugs, which the twins had avidly demonstrated a few weeks prior.

These here had nasty-looking broad spikes that were obviously there to increase their resistance to slipping out without actually damaging the sensitive skin inside a nun’s breast. Stella realized now how good that could feel, thinking of last night.

Of the two other plugs, one had two consecutive bulbs. Even the smaller top nodule was larger than the accompanying nipple plugs. If that thing was supposed to go in a nun’s ass, Stella would have a bit of training to do. She unconsciously slipped her hand over her butt in concern.

Then there was the biggest plug. Upon further inspection, Stella realized it had an elongated tube attached to its front and a smaller knobby bulb at its peak. A pang of unease settled in her stomach. Stella had relieved herself on the privy with the urethral sound a few mildly uncomfortable times already. So, sticking it up her pee hole to produce holy water was not the gut-wrenching issue. What creeped her out was where the knobby protrusion on top of the plug was supposed to go. A nun’s womb, perhaps?

Detty, noting Stella’s transfixed stare, pointed at a set of piercings and said: “Some like these you would get for completing the trial you are facing.” The comparatively small red metal pieces were inconspicuously tucked to a side dip of the green flossy fabric next to the nipple plugs.

“They are... huge.”, Stella said, at a loss for words over the plugs.

“Indeed.”

“Why are you showing me these plugs?”

“Because we are not going to make it. Most of us have a demon to exorcise, and we cannot withstand their wicked pleasure for long.”, Detty said, leaning back against the bench. She stretched backward and inhaled. Her straining tits seemingly grew in size, and the already pushed-out plugs made the thin leather straps of her harness sing as they held onto the plugs for dear life.

Her voice became a bit more insecure: “Not without Angel’s Milk, that is… Ohhh… Fuck!”

Stella did not remember Detty to ever curse. Her demon was teasing her hard. That much was clear.

As she came back forward, Stella noticed her strangely twitching and relishingly closing her eyes. She scooped up the more numerous, thicker, and shorter piercings and poured them with a tinkle in Stella’s hand.

“Put them on. No one will notice the difference as long as you keep the others from fondling your tits”, the librarian said with a smirk.

“But I haven’t earned them.” Stella realized she had a bit of fear of what this chest entailed.

“I should not have them either.” Detty’s face took on a sudden frown as she continued, “I got these plugs and pins when I became abbess.”

Stella needed a few moments before that fact sunk in.

“You are-”

“I was." Detty interjected, "But the past is the past, and it’s not important right now.” she continued urgently.

Stella was busy picking up her jaw off the floor. She recognized the librarian's queue that she did not want to talk about it. She bit back any further questions.

“What matters now is, I am closer to God and the Angel than I ever was,” Detty said, suddenly elated, and gave the bench a good knock with her cross, “but I will probably never be abbess again.” She gripped her tits, and the bulging flesh pressed out her plugs a good half inch. She seemed to present herself in comparison to her former self.

“You can be, though. Maybe not in this convent. But I believe in you.” Detty stopped groping herself and met Stella’s eyes for what felt like minutes. Stella smiled, at a loss for words again. Detty flashed a comforting smile, like a proud mother. Stella did not remember her own to ever have taken on a look like that.

“Now put on the piercings and then get to reading the Encyclopedia. I would suggest page 34 if you got time left.” As if marking the end of her sentence, Detty plopped the wooden coffer shut and picked it up to disappear behind the shelves. The last thing Stella heard from her was, “You will find it in the water barrel behind the convent.”

For most of her library hour, Stella busied herself with the fiddly task of replacing her nipple piercings. It was arduous, and a few times she dropped pieces due to her slippery fingers and the slightly thicker bars. She realized it was because her nipples seemed to lubricate themselves when stimulated. Was this milk? Stella licked her fingers. Sweet and savory. Stella smiled. The piercings she had worn so far already had an impact on her.

Sticking her fingers into her nipples in order to hold each short metal bar in place was exhilarating and deeply naughty to Stella. By the time she was finished, she was a dripping, horny mess and was barely managing to keep herself together. She entertained the thought to masturbate for a fleeting moment but decided against it.

The remaining time of her lesson, she read in the lexicon. The text on the suggested page described a ‘repossessed nun’, a nun who failed to exorcise her captured demon. She was trapped inside her own mind at a continuous loss of control over her body. Control, which the demon incidentally held, it inflicted countless orgasms upon the nun’s mortal coil in order to break her mind and gain access to her memories. Also, no nun was ever rescued with intact sanity after more than two weeks of this kind of torture. The last paragraph consisted of a few hints Stella could look out for when trying to see through their deception. Demons who are able to repossess a nun are terribly arrogant. They tend to show their eyes more often and equally let their tentacles peek from the nuns orifices, especially when having sex.

Stella was sure now. Doro was most likely repossessed. Her deliberations were cut short as Detty returned. The locked doors seemingly could not hold her. There must be some secret passage. The librarian stepped to the small reading table and asked: “Have you read it?”

“Yes. I’ll keep it in mind.” Stella said with a smile. It slowly turned into a frown and then she asked: “What will they do to me?”

Detty sighed as if she had dreaded having to explain this: “Since you don’t carry a demon, they most likely will try to get rid of you the easiest way possible. If they think you know too much, they’ll kill you. If not, they’ll simply throw you out. And in the unlikely case you complete the trial, they’ll send you on an unimaginably hard mission on which you will most likely become possessed.”

Stella gulped, and Detty continued: “In the next couple of days everyone in here will either be repossessed or killed. Stay calm and act like the naive girl that you are. You’ll get out and then have a chance to become a nun somewhere else. Somewhere safe.”

Listening to that hurt. A lot. Detty sounded so sure that this was the end. Stella could not believe it.

“But there must be something we can do!”

“Yes. Survive and fight another day.” The librarian said right as the bell tolled the end of the lesson.

She winked at her student as she unlocked the door and ushered the postulant out. She watched Stella leave for work, who did not see the single tear she shed.

- - - - - - -

Stella met Theodora in the Inquisitorium, and she looked like she was the worst off of the lot. Her belly was impossibly huge, her skin stretched thin, and her belly button had popped out. Her breasts were similarly straining as their plugs were not only pushed out but wobbled like something on the inside tried to turn them. The harness seemed to hold them in place, but Stella could swear she had seen something peek out between the massive golden stopper and the skin of Theo’s nipple As her new piercings surprised her with a short burst of vibration.

Cleaning up the Inquisitorum wasn’t as rhythmical an affair as Stella was used to. Theodora groaned and hissed as she tried to bear working in her troubled circumstances. A few times, she had to stop in a sudden fit of panting, breathing through gritted teeth.

She had started before the postulant, but her frequent interruptions slowed her down considerably. For the first time, Stella was actually faster than her, but she was in no mood to celebrate. She pitied the stuffed woman and glanced over as she was about to overtake her on her parallel row of tiles.

Theo’s juices were running down her legs in small rivulets, small puddles of them stood like trail on her tiles and she seemed to shiver between each scrubbing motion. On all fourths, she couldn't clear the ground with her big belly and had to lean on it like on a large ball if she wanted to scrub forward. On the return, Stella could see her tits rest mostly on her distended stomach leaking off whitish fluid that cascaded to the ground In front of her, adding to the trail.

Theo kept on panting, hissing, and grinding her teeth in what must be an effort to summon any leftover strength to resist.

Stella was about to ask if she was alright, but before she could say anything, the nun tumbled onto her side with a wanton cry and lay there spasming. Her eyes blinked repeatedly as she unresponsively flopped around near the edge of her cleaned row of files. Her loud throaty moans echoed through the room and finally shook Stella into motion.

She needed to get help. With a few quick steps, she made it to the heavy door, wrestled with the intricate knob and went through. She frantically looked for the first nun she could get to. One sat calmly in the chapel seemingly immersed in a book.

A light tap on the shoulder revealed the scapular wearing nun to be Charlotta.

“Sister Charlotta, quick! Theo needs help!”, she almost cried.

Calm, reserved even, she came with the postulant back to the Inquisitorum. They peeked in and were greeted by the sight of Theo scrubbing the floor. Her ass was facing the door and presented the plug that demanded so much space between her cheeks. To Charlotta’s eyes, she probaby looked like she had never stopped.

“Very funny.”, she said and turned back to the chapel.

“But…” Stella was dumbfounded. What had just happened? Where were the wanton convulsions? How was she calmly working again? And, come to think of it, why was Charlotta so calm, too? Wasn’t she the one permanently fighting the advances of her exorcism charge?

With an uneasy feeling, Stella continued and frequently cast a suspicious glance to Theo, who now seemed to be working without major problems besides her distended figure.

- - - - - - -

Lunch went by surprisingly normal. She watched out for any of the hints that the lexicon had described, but besides Alexa being absent, nothing out of the ordinary transpired.

She decided to bring a bit of salad with pork strips to the beastmasters cell. As far as Stella knew, Alexa was the only other nun without an ongoing exorcism. She needed to say goodbye at least, and this was as good an opportunity as any.

Right before she came up to the doorway, her piercings started to tingle lightly. Not as bad as she had felt them with Doro the evening before, but it wasn't nothing. She stopped. All of a sudden, her heart pounded vigorously as if trying to drown out the tingly piercings.

Stella peeked around the corner and saw Alexa standing with her back to the doorway. Her not wearing a harness was a strange sight to Stella, but not unexpected. What was unexpected was that she seemed to be inspecting herself with a slight hunch and what looked like a hand mirror down between her legs. Through the reflection, she spotted the postulant.

Alexa did not turn, instead, she cried with poorly concealed tears and a wavering voice: "Stella, please don't come in. Just… just leave the food at the threshold and leave."

Momentarily frozen, terror and benevolence fought over what Stella's body would do next. Curiosity won.

"If you tell me what is wrong, maybe I can help you." She said, hoping beyond hope that she could maybe

leave the convent together with her.

Alexa turned to face the postulant, shook her head, and conceded: "I doubt you can help with this."

Her pert tits weren't the problem, as weren’t the muscles around her belly button, although the bruises showed worse now than yesterday. Or rather, the large splotches that looked like bruises had become darker and spread partly down her thighs and up to her belly button. However what was really surprising was the life-sized, erect, and bulging horse cock complete with a pair of heavy apple-sized balls tucked beneath.

Stella cautiously took a step back.

She had read up on this yesterday because after being questioned by the trio of nuns, she had been curious about Alexa’s future. The encyclopedia wasn’t all that specific, but surviving rape victims usually become pregnant with a demon that, at birth, amounted to a foal without a head. The lexicon excused itself with the rarity of the specific kind of demon and the unlikely survival of both the rape, and the birth.

It said nothing about a horse dick, but it ventured so far as to suggest opening the womb and sweeping out any leftover feral demon sperm before it could coalesce into another demon.

Stella had fisted Alexa before, so she said: "I think I can."

"Womb sweep?" Alexa asked rhetorically and demonstratively dug her hand behind the large cock and balls. "It won't work without a pussy."

"It's… gone?"

Yes, it's gone.

"You know about the sweep?" Stella asked.

"Of course, I have read the Encyclopedia Demonica." She assured.

Stella felt like a beginner again. "What can I do then?"

"I don't know. I can't get it to go down and I'm so horny." The beastmaster admitted with a groan and took a step forward. "Can I fuck you?" Alexa blurted and her eyes ripped open in shock. Just as quickly, she slapped her hand over her mouth as if her control over what it said was slipping.

Until now, the equine member had been erect although hanging pretty low, but suddenly it surged to attention and stood tall like a tree branch. Its head swelled up to the size of an abbess' buttplug and part of its rim curled back over the shaft.

Alexa's new appendage betrayed her as well. If she had similar control issues with that kind of - Stella combed her mind for an appropriate word - with that kind of 'weapon', she could quite possibly split her in two.

Panic overcame her. Stella ran before she could form a reasonable thought, or even say her goodbyes.

- - - - - - -

A big wooden cross was set up in the chapel right in front of the altar, and Stella was fastened to it. The crucifix was a lavish affair, as its edges were ornamented with all kinds of carvings. There were angels, demons, and, to Stella’s rather moderate surprise, indecent motives like penises and vaginas, some by themselves and some combined in mid intercourse.

It was late in the evening as Stella was standing on a tiny ledge that was barely big enough for the balls of her feet. Her arms were spread in resemblance to a crucifixion. With splayed-out hands and tiptoeing feet, the postulant was strapped down so she could move nothing but her hips and upper body as far as her restrained limbs allowed.

As she anxiously waited for her trial to begin she had a look around the vast, ornamented hall. She was at the height of the sultry sculptures that stood high on their pillars and lewdly displayed their assets. Below the pillars, most of her sisters had already taken their seats. Some were kissing and maybe even fondling each other in the back pews, Stella could not see them clearly, but she was sure she saw Alexa back there. The remaining audience were sitting in the front, as were Detty and Ekatherina. Charlotta stood to the side, next to a turnable hourglass. She had just finished a mumbled conversation with the prioress and acting abbess, Frederika, who strutted right towards Stella, sporting the same creepy leer she wore at breakfast.

The prioress stood before the crucified postulant, turned, and addressed the assembled nuns: “Hello sisters! We have come together tonight to witness this vestal as she takes strides into a new part in her marriage to God and man.”

To Stella, she sounded almost sincere. But then, in a tone bordering on suggestively sadistic, she continued: “But we can’t make it too easy for her, can we?”

Her audience hollered and cheered, contrary to Stella’s expectation. Detty visibly sighed as she made eye contact with the postulant, then she pressed her lips.

“Let’s have a little fun, shall we?”, the prioress asked and, in sardonic contrast, ceremoniously held the Holy Wand close to the postulant’s groin as she looked up. It emitted an audible buzzing that sounded like a mix of a continuously scrubbed washboard and a bumblebee flying too close to one's ear.

“If you don't give in to bliss within ten minutes, you will be a novice. Child, this will feel incredible, but you will keep yourself together.”, she said, looking up to the postulant sternly. Her eyes blinked oddly, slower than normal, also shortly before and after her eyes tinged black.

Stella breathed hard. The prioress was repossessed.

Turning her head, Frederika nodded to Charlotta, who then flipped the hourglass. As the sand started trickling through, the repossessed prioress pressed the wand’s head to Stella’s pierced folds and looked up to observe her face.

Stella had never felt anything like this, so blissful and orgasmic. As soon as the fallen Mother Superior pressed the wand to her labia and clitoris, she was immediately right at the edge of coming and her sight went blank for a second. The vibration and the pressure each on their own would not have done much to please her, but combined, they shook her to the core. She could barely contain what bubbled up to be her most intense orgasm yet. With all her heart, she tried to relax and distract herself from the intense primal instinct to throw herself off the edge and embrace bliss.

A quick glance at the hourglass showed her that she had barely started. Not even a tenth of the sand had run through, and the vibrations kept relentlessly shaking her nethers.

She looked around the chapel and saw only a few benevolent faces. Most just resembled curious onlookers. All eyes were on her. Some were black. Humiliation flashed through her thoughts and temporarily got her mind off the urge to bliss out. She wanted to hide but could not let her new family down. She would not. At least she would make Detty proud.

There is no shame.

Stella concentrated on gazing around the nuns’ faces until she reached Charlotta, who much rather studied her as if she was an experiment. She was the one who most openly showed her demonic influence. Her eyes were black, and a tentacle had come from her ass and curled around her leg. Light vibrations to confirm this were drowned out by the earth shattering rumble of the wand. She had succumbed to the wicked demonic pleasure and that fact reminded Stella of where she actually was. The glorious feelings came crashing right back into her, letting a sultry moan slip from her lips.

A few eyes from the back pews even looked up now.

The aspirant clenched her teeth back together and tensed up all of her muscles, but it did nothing to contain the dam that was soon about to burst. Her determination to be a nun almost futilely kept her cling to the shred of sanity that did not want to give up just for an orgasm. If this was what it took, she would give anything to endure it. A little voice from the back of her head asked her to save her skin and leave, but she swatted the thought away like a pesky fly. She wanted to help Detty. She needed to get Maggie back, and Agneta! How could she do that if she got kicked out?

Another glance to the hourglass. Did it even move? It was still at but a tenth.

She felt the wand move as Frederika shifted her weight on her feet, which gave the postulant nun half a second of relief, but to no avail. As soon as the vibration found its way back onto her clit the pleasure came crashing back into her.

To distract herself she started praying: “Oh Lord, make me fortuitous enough to get through this, make me your vessel of- aah!”

Frederika slightly shifted the wand in the middle of her prayer, pulling her back into the real world where the vibration and pressure kept her from praying. The acting abbess smirked up at her. As Stella started her prayer again, Rika shifted the wand as well, interrupting her. The postulant started to contort in pleasure, and the Mother Superior had to constantly reposition the wand to keep the trial on track. Stella convulsed as she clung to the edge. She clenched hard all over to keep everything in. Her breathing accelerated, she got hot and sweaty. Beads pearled upon her chest only to run down between her large tits. Stella could not hold on any longer. Why not just give in? It felt so good.

Another pesky thought dared to squat in her brain: It would not be all bad to be possessed now, would it? She would probably live the rest of her life in orgasm. Wouldn't that be fun? It would, but not at the cost of her sanity.

“No! Ah!” She cried out in a particularly strong convulsion, giving everything not to let go.

She noticed something faintly but frequently pulling on her clitoris, so she looked down. The cross danced as it was kicked up from the powerfully vibrating wand time and time again, but it could not escape as the piercing that connected it to her clitoris obviously held on tight. She saw herself in the dancing cross. Like it, she was helplessly winding in her restraints. Helpless at the literal mercy of Frederika, who, as the trial dictated, did not show any and as her demonic self added to the prospective nun’s plight.

Another look to the hourglass showed how utterly outmatched she was. Only one-fifth had run though and she was already on her last leg.

She must not give up. Stella did not realize she had unclenched her teeth but pressed them together again as well as her lips. Her lower lip started to tremble as her determined eyes found the hopeful open eyes of Detty. There was no spite to be seen; she was genuinely rooting for her.

A tear dissipated in the furrows of Stella’s exerting face. She would not make it.

“Noo-ahh!” she cried at the very last moment she could hold it.

For Stella, the world momentarily seized to exist, and pure white engulfed her. As she felt the world return, so did bliss, and there was no stopping it. Electric shivers ran through her body as every muscle repeatedly contracted and relaxed, with her back arching off the cross. For a mere glimpse, she saw Frederika’s maliciously gleeful face before it was splashed with a heavy stream of fluid. In her recurring convulsions, she saw the re-welling stream splatter against the prioress’ face, who turned away and took the wicked wand with her. Rika squealed and retched for a moment as Stella heard her stream loudly raining on the ground. The prioress did not seem to like holy juices anymore. Stella inwardly smiled at the small triumph as her orgasm echoed through her body. The postulant now realized she had failed. Her heart sank, but her orgasm kept surging a few times and then blew out.

It left her panting and hanging in her restraints with limp legs. Her sight kept working for the moment, but she only found leering, tainted eyes. Charlotta returned from coldly observant to stern, as Detty did from hopeful to disappointed to determined.

Stella had failed.

Two and a half minutes. Pitiful.

Before the postulant was even let down from the cross, and as if to add insult to injury, Rika announced loudly: “Ennlin, numerous complaints have been brought up and I cannot let them stand. You are to leave this convent by sunrise. You may go wherever you want, but you cannot stay.”

It was the plan all along, but it hurt anyway.

- - - - - - - - - -

Detty had escorted her to her cell.

“Don’t worry, love. This day will pass, and you shall have the strength to press on!” she said cryptically and spread her arms for an embrace.

“I don’t know how.” Stella prepared to continue with an excuse again, but she kept quiet and returned the gesture.

The embrace felt like a definite farewell. Stella’s eyes stung as she teared up. Detty’s arms felt warm, somehow strong and tender at once. Her hands lay low on the postulant’s back, partly spread over her plump buttcheeks. She felt their breasts mash together, her softer and more pliable pair yielded to the taut and bulging set of Detty’s.

A pang of arousal snuck its way between Stella’s worry and uncertainty. It somehow got answered by the librarian's hands slipping lower. She sighed and dug her fingers in for an affectionate squeeze. Instead of letting go, her fingers explored further. With Detty’s next grasp, she felt her ass part and cool air where she wasn’t used feeling it.

“God works in mysterious ways.”, Detty whispered, “Let’s see what has been bestowed upon you.”

“Bestowed?” Stella was not given much time to ponder about the new mystery until she felt the librarian caress her anus. Stella flinched from the first contact but let the librarian continue. She massaged the ring of muscle for a while until it felt numb and relaxed. Her finger went in smoothly like it was lubricated.

Stella was surprised at how big it felt compared to anything that entered her pussy. Was it just one finger? She had never been taken there, she only remembered from somewhere that the feelings there were supposed to be exaggerated but can be equally as pleasurable.

“Feel that?”, the librarian asked as she stirred her finger along her anus’ inside. “This is the most enduring muscle in your body, and it will be your seal to hold any demon you want.”

Stella blushed. Sin and the divine had a tendency to come close in this convent. Somehow, it still took her by surprise.

Detty massaged the inside of her sphincter as her other hand crept closer from the opposite side. A second digit joined the first and Stella felt infinitely more filled out, but it also was equally erotic. The librarians questing fingers slowly pulled apart. Stella felt the ring of muscle stretch, but it did not hurt. It just gradually distended as the librarian pulled. Detty added another pair of fingers and applied more force. It became increasingly difficult to get further as the erotic tingle turned into a light burning tension. Detty had made her point. As Stella was trying to get used to the feeling, she remembered one particular drawing in the alphabet, the Trial of Escalation. Could she take the increasingly larger dildos already?

The librarian withdrew from their rather intimate embrace with a broad smile.

Stella clenched, but her sphincter took its time contracting. She could feel how her asshole gaped and only slowly returned to its regular, puckered shape as she regarded the former abbess for her evaluation.

Detty, licking her fingers, made her do a double-take and stare.

"What? I am just checking if the piercings have run their course early, “ she said matter of factly. “And I must say, they surely made you pliable and de-licious." She exaggerated the last word and loudly slurped another finger which partly hid her crooked smile.

Stella smiled, too. She was reminded of the little prank that had ended with her licking Maggie’s breast. She wanted to turn back time somehow, but now all that was left was saying her farewell to Detty.

The librarian continued: "You technically can exorcise with your ass already, but you still need to stretch for size. You can probably take a dick easily, but surely no novice training plug."

She held her tongue-cleaned hands together, forming an “O” and met Stella’s eyes through it. Each of her middle fingers and thumbs met. "This is your target size."

Once again, Stella was struck by what being a nun required of her and dreaded facing this on her own. Detty probably realized it, too.

“Don’t look so glum. Be glad that She gave you a way out of here. You must preserve your path. I, for one, am happy I was part of it.”, Detty said but trailed off. The situation was getting to her now, too.

Stella, in a fit of sympathy, threw herself at the librarian crying. “I can’t just leave you!”

The librarian caught her in a second embrace, hugged her back for a moment, but then stood her ground, holding the postuland by her shoulders. “You have to.” She said: “It’s only a matter of time until the others will notice that I am the last nun who’s not repossessed. I’m sure you saw them, too.”

Stelly could not deny it. As seen from the cross, even through her orgasmic haze, the clues were obvious. The demons did not care to hide it. Only they seemed not quite able to figure out who was and wasn’t turned yet. A cold shiver ran down Stella’s naked spine. Now she felt strangely vulnerable with her bare breasts and crotch.

- - - - - - - - -

Gathering her things was a decidedly quick affair even after a sleepless night and the resulting fatigue.

The night before, Detty graciously let her keep the Alphabet and the Demonicon. They had parted with a kiss - a lovers kiss. Their tongues had said hello and goodbye for the first and quite possibly only time.

On her way to the tailor’s shop downstairs, Stella retrieved the Lord’s Endowment from Doro’s seemingly abandoned cell. She obviously hadn’t bothered hiding it again or coming back here after the previous night. It still laid on the table and was attached to the strange, small leather harness. Stella did not bother separating them and hid them with the two books in the bundle of her tunic.

Maggie's cell was right next to Doro's which reminded Stella of the permanently annoyed but no less caring nun. The memory of her hastily drinking a bowl of holy water floated in Stella's mind. She suppressed a giggle and sighed. She missed her.

Stella would miss Alexa, too, she thought, coming by the beastmaster's cell. She could rip demons in two or be as subtle as a wink. "Goodbye, Alexa." Stella whispered while reminiscing the first time they were alone in the bathroom. Alexa had impressively turned on the faucet for her. Stella had tried once or twice, but could not get it down her throat far enough.

On her way to the tailor shop, where she had intended to fetch her old homemade dress, she came past the bathroom. The twins' water fight came to mind, to which Stella chuckled, but she also felt the stinging need to pee, like Maggie probably felt at the time.

During a short stop at the loo, she realized that sitting on the brass spike that took the holy water from her became easier the more often she went there. It would probably be the last time going like this.

She arrived at the tailor's and took a leather satchel and her old dress. Holding it to her body, she had finally noticed that her breasts had grown considerably. She tried to step into it and see how much, but she couldn’t even get it over her butt. Delight and sorrow came over her at once that very moment. She had grown, true, but her old life would probably not fit her any more than the dress. She left it there and filled the satchel with her belongings.

So, she wore the gray tunic as she took the last steps to the gate. The guard came out of her office and licked her fingers. Her groin looked damp. Stella met Ekatherina’s eyes which flashed with tarred darkness.

“So this is it, then.” the guard said with a smirk. Stella shrugged. She tried to play it cool, but on the inside, she was shivering and her heart thumped hard.

“Put your things down. I have to search you.” Her slick fingers pointed to a low table inside her office. Stella swallowed around an anxious lump in her throat but complied.

She pulled the books from her satchel while the Lord’s Endowment stayed safely tugged inside.

“Carrying any plugs?” Ekatherina asked, which sounded strange, either due to her far eastern accent or due to the demon inside her.

“No.”, Stella said. She did not lie, but the Endowment was probably on the list of seizable items.

“I don’t believe you. Strip!” Ekatherina said coldly. Nothing of her eager, over-explanatory self seemed to remain.

Stella undid her tunic and let it slip to the ground. She was exposed for the demon to see and she felt strangely demure about it.

‘There is no shame.’ she thought.

A long moment passed as the possessed guard leered at her body with a wolfish grin. She stepped forward and immediately felt up Stella’s pussy. Her finger pulled the cross with it which scraped against the sensitive skin. She gasped as it tugged on her clit.

Seemingly satisfied she reached around and stuck the same slick finger nonchalantly in Stella’s ass. A fleeting thought made her aware that the guard could try to search her nipples too.

“Good.” Ekatherina muttered and laid a hand on the postulant's breast. Stella’s eyes flicked to the ceiling and prayed for her to not search her there, even though it surely wouldn’t help the matter. The guard’s hand slid to her nipple and simply pinched the postulant’s teat. “Stay here, Squirt!”

She sighed, ignoring the new nickname that reduced her to the conclusion of her trial.

The strange accent continued: “Two books, a bag,... Oh, what is that?” She exclaimed after a light ‘thunk’, dampened by one of the books. She addressed the postulant, holding the golden dildo by a strap of the harness. “What IS that?”

“It’s a gift from the prioress.” Stella said. So much was true, but she was actually supposed to give it back.

“It looks…” The possessed guard hesitated. “...valuable.” She had obviously no clue what it was. How much did a demon actually know when repossessing a nun?

“It’s just gold coated. It’s for fun, you know?” Stella admitted. The balls of her feet got into a nervous jitter that was messing up her inconspicuousness. She concentrated on standing on her heels and smiled.

“Very well. Have fun.”, the guard smiled crookedly and cleared the way for Stella. Reaching for her books she saw from the corner of her eye, that a tentacle licked out of the guard's plugged nipple and smeared over part of its breasts before disappearing.

Stella’s piercings burst into vibration, hardening her nipples and making her jump. Ekatherina did not seem to notice.

Forcing herself to breathe calmly she dressed again and took her bundle of belongings.

- - - - - - - - -

Outside, it rained, distant thunder could be heard, and the muddy alleyways were awash with welling puddles. Within a few minutes Stella’s gray tunic and scapular were soaked, a few moments later her raven hair was as well. Soon her whole tunic clung to her curves like a second skin which made walking in it even harder. The weather fit her mood. She felt like a traitor for leaving Detty, but the librarian, if taken outside the convent, surely could not change her own fate any more than inside it. The demons she had been exorcising would undoubtedly get the upper hand one day without a touch-up with Angel’s Milk. Stella still was uncertain as to what that meant, but Detty had insisted.

She sighed as she got to the barrel behind the convents main building. Finding the little chest was quite easy and Stella immediately held it tight under her tits.

Eclusier was quiet in this kind of weather, especially in the early morning. The market’s stands were shut down, and even the city’s guardsmen had yet to patrol the alleys. She only hoped her books would survive moisture as well as she knew the Lord’s Endowment could. A smile briefly fought its way onto her frowned face as she realized a part of the monastery treasure was safe with her.

In her meandering thoughts she did not realize she took the very way home that she had been used to from before her monastic life. She was surprised to be standing in front of her parents house as she awoke from the apparent daydream. Even more so, to find it run down and seemingly abandoned. What happened here? She had only been away for a month!

Inside, now safe from the torrential rain, she found the scene just like she had left that fateful Monday morning. The fireplace wasn’t alight for so long that it had gathered dust.

“Father?” she meekly asked. There was no answer from the workshop.

She put her belongings down on the dining table which had still some month-long forgotten dishes on it.

“Mother?”, Stella looked out back, where the clotheslines were dripping in the rain. Some pieces were now more drenched than ever after washing them.

She sighed and collapsed on the bench.

It hit her like a bolder.

She was alone.

If listened to closely, sobs could be heard from the house, but the roaring rain drowned out the sound. It also drowned out the footsteps of a black clad figure, who was heading there as well.