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Mary's Summer Camp Adventures
by
Lex Ludite
Chapter 19
Yes, I know that chapter 18 said "The End", but the momentous revelations that have occurred concerning the Church and its priesthood, not to mention the installation of a new Pope was a temptation that I could not resist. So without further ado let me reintroduce Mary Katherine Gallagher and describe her new summer camp adventures which take place in a monastery setting located in Bavaria.
It was hard to believe, but Mary Katherine Gallagher, now a ripe old lady of 17 was fast approaching another summer. Over the course of the year Mary had flashbacks to the weird events that she experienced during her last summer vacation. She would never forget Fathers Flogg and Morecock as well as Sister Stigmata, not to mention the strange sect, that had as its shepherd, Equus, or was it really Aurora. It had been a very strange time and many of the events were already beginning to become somewhat attenuated with the passing of each day.
Mary bore no physical evidence of all the brutal things that were done to her by the priests and the staff of St. Sebastian. In point of fact the teenager had metamorphized from caterpillar to butterfly. She was three inches taller, ten pounds heavier and had a body that was the envy of all those who saw her, even her closest friend, Agnes Watson, who was no slouch in the looks department. Her skin was flawless and had a golden hue to it, her hair had grown out and now was described as a halo surrounding her handsome face.
Mary didn't walk, rather she seemed to float as she went about her tasks in support of the good nuns and novices of the Order of the Sisters of Martyrdom, which had been reestablished only in the last three years. Mary's assignment had been made by the archbishop himself. Some among the townsfolk said that her appointment was an effort by the Church to suppress what really happened to all those souls who vanished last summer. Poor Mary had no recollection of the final hours of that group, having fainted dead away before their confrontation with Equus and Aurora.
During this year many more momentous events had taken place as the Church was seemingly attacked on all sides by its enemies. The current witch hunt for members of the Church purported to have abused children during their tenure in various parishes throughout the country was in full swing. A new Pope had been chosen to provide leadership and act as a guide for the Church and its loyal membership during these perilous times.
Although the convent that now employed Mary, Agnes and Mary's faithful widowed mother was located well outside of the mainstream for public attention, it was providing a most valuable service to those good priests now being persecuted by the minions of the Evil One. It was sort of a way station on the 21st century version of the Underground Railroad that had provided safe haven for runaway slaves in the time just before the Civil War. In this year there had been four hunted clerics who had found safety in the convent.
It was quite obvious to Mary and her dearest friend, Agnes, who shared her bed on those nights when neither one was carrying out a special assignment for the mother superior, that these visiting priests were quite a bit different from the now deceased Fathers Flogg and Morecock.
The two loving friends often discussed the changes that had occurred since they had gone off to summer camp last year. The amount of corporal punishment had diminished significantly, although not entirely as could be attested to by the conditions of their firm, rounded bottoms, which usually bore the marks of mother superior's trusty strap, and on rare occasions weals from six of the best administered by one of the youthful and quite muscular novices who seemed to be the favorites of the head of the convent. This latter punishment was aways for the same offense against nature that the two of them so enjoyed committing.
Mary and Agnes were quite committed to each other in all ways, both spiritually and physically. On those evening when they had the opportunity to join as one in Mary's bed, which was located in a rather secluded part of the convent next to the kitchen, allowing them some degree of privacy, they would cavort like a pair of young does in the forest. It would be fair to say that each knew the other's body to a degree hard to believe. Every possible nook and cranny had been explored, revisited over and again and ultimately domisticated. Each set of puckered lips had gone over the other's ocean of skin with a devotion and care for detail that was just another indicator of their love for each other. Their tongues had investigated every inlet, cove, lake and canal contained in each other's body. They had drunk the juices from their partner until there was none left to give, knowing full well that these sources of sweetness would be replenished by morning, ready to be once more drained to the very last drop.
Almost as if part of the seamless continuum that was life at the convent, there would come an evening when a light would be shone on their entwined naked bodies and the voice of the mother superior or one of her associates would denounce the lovers for their offense against God. The two bare beauties would be made to march, totally devoid of any covering, to the chamber located in the cellar of the large wooden building that housed the good sisters and novices. Waiting for them would be one of the visiting priests, suitably attired for the task of hearing their confessions, and perhaps ten or more sisters, always including the mother superior, plus two sturdy novices who were there to administer the penance that the priest would pronounce for the two sinners.
For some reason it never dawned on Mary that during the year she and Agnes were only caught in, shall we say, a compromising position four times. Each time their confession was heard for the first and only time by one of the four visiting priests. Each confessor was horrified to hear of their licentious behavior and pronounced a stern series of penances that were to be completed before their absolution could be made final. This was a far cry from the days of meeting with father Flogg or his assistant father Morecock. Now there was no requirement that they have any form of sexual relations with their confessor, something that both secretly missed. On the other hand there still was a considerable interaction between them and the other female members of the convent, including the novices, some of whom were no older than Mary and Agnes.
Each of their four confessors handed down a unique set of penances for them to perform. These required a great deal of time to complete and in some cases were quite public. Some of them required that they submit to the authority of lay people including male members of the laity. Mary and Agnes usually enjoyed performing those penances that involved submitting themselves to men considered to be role models for girls like themselves who required the type of discipline that could only be provided by a strong-willed, dedicated, male servant of the Church. On occasion Mary's own mother would be sent away to a nearby monastery or the home of a very influential member of the laity for severe discipline. Mary could barely wait for her mother's return so she could hear of the terrible things that transpired. This in turn would be fodder for her evenings with Agnes as the two of them mentally relived the experiences that Mary's mother shared with her.
Approximately a month after the arrival of father Mordant, a tall, thin priest in his sixties with slits for eyes that seemed to bore through sinners like lasers, Agnes and Mary were discovered "flagrante delicto" by a committee of our peers. The mother superior was informed of what they had been doing when discovered by "accident", and the very next morning they found themselves in the presence of the visiting priest. As per his instructions this was to be a public confession, witnessed by a group of senior nuns led by the mother superior.
Naked with hands tied tightly behind their backs, they were brought into his chambers, a very large room featuring a single bed and a kneeling bench for prayer. He had them kneel on a long wooden rod that bit into their flesh, making it feel as if their very bones were slowly being eaten away by the unyielding surface. A member of the group that discovered them in a rather compromising position doing something that was frowned upon by the laws of the Church came forward with her testimony. The priest then proceeded to question both as to the frequency with which they sinned in this manner, and whether or not they realized that this was a mortal sin. Both pleaded ignorance that it was a sin, but did freely admit to engaging in this "sinful" behavior at least twice a week,sometimes more often for a period of about two months. There were gasps from the assembled witnesses, but the father confessor did not seem to be as startled by this admission.
It was the pair's turn to gasp when he outlined in great detail their penance and then informed them that he was giving conditional absolution that would only become final after they had completed their penance. To avoid further temptation, Agnes and Mary were to share separate sleeping quarters with two of the novices who would have power over them during this period. Interestingly enough Mary, obviously the more adventurous of the pair, was assigned to the youngest novice, approximately the same age as Mary, while Agnes was given over to the most senior member of the nuns in training, a young woman with a reputation for being a strict disciplinarian in all things including her own behavior. Later there will be more on these two strange bedfellows that Mary and Agnes had to cope with in the months that followed.
The teens were to be restrained at night to prevent them from either indulging in the sin of self abuse or making overtures of a sexual nature to the novice sharing the bed with them. This was accomplished by chaining their feet together and binding their arms securely to their sides. They were to sleep in the nude as a means of purifying their sinful bodies. Since the last faint signs of winter were still much in evidence, sleeping in the nude without a blanket was a rather severe form of penance, as was it supposed to be according to the priest who pronounced this form of self discipline. One hour before dawn, usually the coldest part of the day, they would be roused from their slumbers, such as they were, and marched from the convent to the nearby by church. This required them to traverse a field of overgrown foliage including nettles and thorn bushes that tore and scratched their naked bodies, especially the legs and thighs.
The party would be ushered into the dark cold church by the sexton, an old man in his late sixties who took great pleasure in ogling the two naked sinners as he allowed them to enter. Mary and Agnes would then be made to kneel before the first station of the cross and say the series of prayers that had been ordained by their father confessor. Upon finishing the first station, each of them would be given one lash from a strap across their bare breasts from their warders before moving, still on their knees, to the next station. It would take them a little more than an hour to traverse the fourteen stops that were the Way of the Cross. They would then be allowed to exit the church through a side door to avoid encountering any early arrivals for the first morning mass.
Once they reached the convent, they were marched to the rear of the building for their morning ablutions which consisted of being hosed down as they stood shivering from the biting cold. They would again be forced to their knees so they could say another series of lengthy prayers before being allowed to enter the convent and begin their normal duties. Although their hands were freed and they were given rough clothing to cover their nakedness, they remained hobbled as still another form of self discipline and piety as decreed by their confessor. During the day they were kept separated, usually one assigned to the lower floor, the other performing her tasks on the floor above.
This was the routine the two of them went through for one month. It finally ended when the mother superior casually mentioned that their confessor had decided that their behavior warranted full absolution. In all that time they did their best to behave. Agnes discovered that her novice was not averse to a little cuddling on some of the colder nights. She heartily cooperated with any suggestion that her stern mistress made, discovering that there were many delightful things that two young ladies could enjoy mutually by the simple utilization of body heat plus a little imagination. Mary was equally delighted when she and Agnes were reunited and had an opportunity to sample some of the new tricks that Agnes had learned literally under the tutelage of her warder.
Mary, on the other hand, had some very strange experiences while in the company of her novice. The girl, her given name was Emily, was quite reserved, but carried out her duties involving Mary obediently, and in some cases with a great deal of enthusiasm. Mary's bruised and well striped breasts bore mute testimony to that fact. Any deviation on the part of Mary from her father confessor's instructions was speedily dealt with by Emily. Just before retiring for the night, Mary would kneel by the bed with her rapidly growing breasts supported by the wooden frame. Emily would then whip them with either her strap, doubled up to provide a more painful disciplining, or on occasion with a wooden rod wrapped in leather. Mary had no idea how she came into the possession of such a hateful implement.
Stranger still was both the physical appearance of Emily as well as her frequent disappearances from bed during the night. The most bizarre occurence was one night when Mary observed the novice returning from wherever she'd been, still wearing what looked like a set of male genitalia, albeit rather small in size. That was when Mary put two and two together and realized just what was going on, and probably with whom.
Emily always slept in the nude, under a blanket. It was her way of mortifying the flesh, although poor Mary was being forced by her penance to go even further. Thus there were plenty of opportunites for Mary to see just what her warder looked like beneath the habit she wore during the day. Emily's hair had been shorn to the scalp. This, combined with her flat chest, lack of hips and overly lean body would make one assume Emily was a young boy except for the hairless coin slot of a vulva that peeked from between her thighs. What Mary had seen that night was the complete transformation of the novice to that of a young boy. The reason for this bizarre change was obvious, Emily was visiting father Mordant, and not so he could hear her confession, unless he did that afterwards!
( To be continued )
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