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A Sister’s Faith
by
Slimshod
“Cum Sisters! Cum! Relieve yourself of the sin that weighs so heavily between your legs. Relieve yourself, and be free of the temptation forever!”
Sister Aveline’s cry shook Sister Anora from her internal prayers. Prayers offered up so that she may finally achieve the blessed role she so desired. Deep inside her, within her soul she knew the call she wanted to answer was the right place for her, and deep inside her bowels she could feel the tight pressure of the device that aided in her pursuit of her divine calling. The Plug of Tribulation.
The device set deep and wide within her anal cavity placed great pressure on her insides and that special place that sin so loved to have pressed. Bulbous metal with a ring of low mounds, the plug distended Sister Anora’s insides without care but with exact precision. The bedeviled device drove her carnal urge to the edges of sanity within the first few days of her internment in the testing wrack. She couldn’t help but flex the ring of her anus around the base of the plug, sucking it into herself, moving it every so slightly over that spot that threatened to break her. But she held on. For her sister’s. For mankind. For her faith.
Whispers and moans from her fellow sisters filled the otherwise silent room they were held in. Clad in only hood and partial sleeves, Anora’s large, dark brown breasts hung below her, resting on her knees, while her backside was displayed for Sister Aveline to minister and manipulate. Anora shifted her weight a bit, feeling the clamp of the pillory around her ankles while her large, ample ass cheeks filled the curved cutouts. Her body was forced into a kneeling position, the only correct way to supplicate during such a trial. The top bar that kept her bent was much too small for her larger than usual frame, cutting into the small of her back as it restrained her. Another thought nothing of this minor discomfort, however, as her focus had remained on 3 things: the hole being tortured, her faith being tested, and her cock and balls being offered.
Between Anora’s now cold and clammy feet hung a dark brown sack full of sin, accompanied by its matching penis, with which to dispense the sin. Her balls roiled and churned with the heated substance that had driven her to seek such a trial; it drove her almost as mad as the plug. Anora closed her eyes and breathed, hands held together in prayer, she let her focus drift to her dangling cock and balls and prayed they deliver her from her trial successfully. As if in response, her cock stiffened as her anus sucked on the Plug of Tribulation, exciting that nefarious place one more. Anora’s heart raced and she bit her lip, pleading with herself, with the sin within her to be released. Her cock strained, with veins throbbing; drops of pre fell to the floor, teasing her with the climax of release. But just as it started, it soon abated. Anora’s heart dropped, and her head bowed into the massive chest resting on her legs. Tears fell on her pillowed breasts.
“Sister Anora. Why do you weep?”
Anora’s eyes opened but she couldn’t will herself to look into her Sister’s eyes.
“Sister I...I am ashamed for my lack of devotion.” Wet eyes looked at the streaks trailing down her breasts to her nipples, sending a tickling sensation through her, one she only felt disgust at.
“Lack of devotion, you say.” Sister Aveline’s cream colored hand stroked the dark skinned girl’s head through the hood on her head. “Sister, you humble yourself far more than you need to. If one such as yourself was without devotion, you would have left this very spot weeks ago, and joined the outside world.” Aveline reached under Anora’s chin and lifted it up, peering in her Sister’s damp blue eyes.
“But h-how can you say that, Sister? I have yet to achieve complete submission to my purpose while other Sisters have come and gone in shorter time. Their sinful urges crying out as their seed leaves their body for the final time fills me with such joy and such envy. I am left as they complete their offering, leaving with divine purpose, while I remain. A-and I...I fear...”
Anora trailed off. Tears began to well in Anora’s eyes again, the pain and longing pulling at her heart and soul again, just as her pucker pulled on the plug testing her. She looked into her Sister’s eyes for any sort of comfort, some sort of answer she might be graced with to speed along her trial.
“And you fear that you may yet fail to show your completion devotion before the trial is over.”
Another looked down from her Sister’s comforting green eyes and rested her head in her hands. They were warm despite the room. Her touch send a yearning through Anora’s body that rippled down into her cock and balls, stirring them once again. The girl let out a quiet coo.
Aveline smiled at the girl. “This trial, my dear Sister, will not be your undoing. I promise you.” Sister Aveline gently rubbed the side of Anora’s head with her other hand. “Do you remember why you came here? Why you undertook the trial in the first place?”
Sister Anora took a breath then lifted her head from Aveline’s hand, a spark in her chest that had been nurtured by these very questions and the answers that followed.
“To deliver ourselves from the sin that resides in us. To know what it is to live without the heavy burden that comes with the sin that resides between our legs. For the purpose of man and woman is to transform that sin, through the miracle that is life, and continue to bring the light of the Creator into the world.”
“Mhm, exactly. We are given a gift, one that is unique to those like us, but it comes with so heavy a cost. Who are we to add to the already immense sin of the world, when we can be vessels that may take and remove such sin from the minds and bodies of men and women. Can we bring life into this world, Sister Anora?”
“No Sister. Our nature is to perpetuate the great sin of lust in this world. A burden the Creator tests us with so that we may know the love and freedom that comes with freeing ourselves and others of that sin.” Anora’s voice delivered the lines without waver, speaking from her heart and soul, knowing and believing every word. A dazzling light danced in her eyes as they met Sister Aveline’s.
“My child, you speak the Truth and yet you question your devotion! You truly know your purpose and have been resolute day and night. I do not want to see a soul such as yours lose its fire and purpose just because the body failed to obey. Therefore, I will assist you in realizing your true purpose. Will you accept my offer, Sister Anora?”
Anora stared into Aveline’s face, looking for what she could mean and any traced of deceit but she found none. Internally she chastised herself for even questioning the sincerity of her Sister’s offer. After a moment of silent reprimand, Anora smiled a broad smile and this time, tears of joy welled at the corners of her eyes.
“Yes! Oh Sister Aveline, yes, I submit myself to you and your teachings of supplication!” Anora bowed her head. “Please show me what final steps I must take to offer up my sin!”
“Very well. Do as I command and you will fulfill what is required and be free of the living sin within you.” Aveline lifted Anora’s head again and pulled aside the dark habit material that hung between her legs. Revealed was a small, limp cocklet of pale skin and bright pink tip. Adorned at the based was a neatly trimmed patch of fiery red-orange pubic hair in the shape of their convent’s holy symbol. Below that, where normally Sister Aveline’s balls would be, was smooth empty space, making her cock stand out as ‘out of place’.
Sister Anora’s eyes drank in the sight of her Sister’s genitals and missing set of balls, feeling her heart skip a beat and her own balls tighten. She had known the senior Sisters had undergone this same trial but seeing it was another thing. Sisters next to Anora gasped and whispered prayers under their breath as they gazed upon the presentation. Witnessing their fate stirred excitement and passion in their breast. A Sister who was undergoing a more rigorous trial by way of wearing a thorned crown, gave out a small series of squeaks as her eyes rolled back in her head and released her sinful seed behind her. Clenching her hands together tight, she let out huffs and a quiet repeated ‘yes’ with each rope of cum she sprayed on the floor.
The Sister’s balls clenched as tight and close to her body as they possibly could, milking every last drop from the sinful orbs. Heavy, hot breaths made the Sister’s pierced nipple breasts rise and fall in quick succession, a light sheen of sweat making them glisten ever so slightly. As the orgasm finally completed its ride through her body, the Sister bit her lip and smiled up toward the heavens, offering her thanks to her deity. The plodding of footsteps broke the reverie within which the Sister’s mind swam, as Sister Camila approached from behind, carrying a basket. She knelt down behind the panting Sister, taking a moment to whisper into her ear, before reaching down to caress and clean the bound Sister’s ass. Sister Camila worked quickly and quietly, gently muttering vows and prayers as she worked to clean and prepare her sister.
Once her ass was cleaned, Camila firmly gripped the base of the snug plug and pulled. The thorn crowned Sister grunted and huffed, fighting to keep her composure, focusing on continued prayer and words of guidance. With a wet ‘schlurk’ the plug was freed and the Sister let out a long breath through her nose. Camila wiped off the plug and placed it inside the basket. She examined the hole that lay before her, gaped and twitching above a spent and shriveled sack and cock. Camila’s heart fluttered for only a moment before her training and spirit took over, casting out the lust that would have otherwise threatened to drive her to sinful desires. She said a prayer of thanks as she set to work preparing her Sister’s balls.
“Your devotion has inspired your Sister, Anora. Do you see how she gave of herself so quickly after you spoke your commitment? Your spirit moved hers and allowed her to experience what it means to take your place in this world, free of her constant sin.”
Anora turned her attention from the crowned Sister, “I- thank you, Sister Aveline. My spirit soars with my Sister, and I can’t wait to join her.”
“We are all part of the same sin, Sister. We must be there for each other just as much as we are for men and women. Now, open your mouth and taste what a body feels like without the weight of sin to drag it down.”
The dark skinned Sister did as she was told by her lighter skinned superior and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out, closing her eyes, waiting to receive her Sister’s teaching. A warm, smooth texture slid onto her tongue as something tapped her nose. Keeping her eyes closed she imagined her Sister’s smooth under-mound settling onto her flesh and pale-pink cocklet bopping her nose. The image made Anora smile with delight internally, as she felt a hole in her chest fill with purpose and ‘right-ness’. The taste on her tongue and feeling on her nose belonged there, she belonged there. Right between her Sister’s legs where the sin had left her body with nothing more than a vague scar, Anora fell into place as naturally as if that was all she were meant to do. The sensation of belonging sent a surge through her core, down to her cock and balls where they grew with excitement and tension. The urge to spill her sin was now more intense than she had felt before.
“Mmmm very good, child. You take to service without so much as a word. You feel it, don’t you? This place where you’re held, on your knees, servicing another, aiding their body in the removal of pent up sin and lust. Tell me with your ministrations, that this is where you belong.” Aveline ground her hips onto the tongue nestled against her taint and former source of sin, her cocklet remaining ever limp and useless.
Anora pushed her tongue out further from her mouth until it reached the edge of her Sister’s pucker, before pulling back slow and methodical along the faint scar that marked her Sister’s offering. It sent a chill through her body, a sensation of excitement, coming so close to what she’d soon experience. A small part of her wept at the knowledge that she’d never get to feel her own offering scar on her own tongue, but it was short lived and snuffed out by the chorus of her spirit calling out to her found place of belonging. This is what it meant to be serve and aid others, on her knees, tongue and mouth both firmly at work to release and receive the sin of the world into herself.
Sister Aveline kept her breathing even and steady as Anora slid her tongue along her taint, even teasing her butthole at times, and back to the base of her limp cock. The warm, wet slick of her Sister’s tongue was a blessing, she knew, and would do well to serve any number of man she encountered in the world, making ready the release of his pent up sin. It threatened to stir up those long lost feelings within herself but Sister Aveline bit down on them, casting them out with vicious piety. She would not be the undoing of such a committed Sister, not when she had come so far.
“Excellent, child. The world will thank you for your talents. Men and women will come to you in their hour of need and spill their sin into you, lifting their burden from them.” Aveline stroked Anora’s head as she praised her Sister. Anora’s eyes opened and the light in them was again as bright as it had been when Aveline had offered to help the struggling Sister. A twinge of stiffness went through her cock, sending a surprised look to dash across her face before she could compose herself. Anora caught the flicker emotion on her Sister’s face and immediately shifted focus without a thought, sending her tongue gliding along the underside of her Sister’s limp cocklet before taking the entire member into her mouth right down to the base.
Anora nuzzled the patch of fiery pubic hair with her nose all while swirling her tongue around and over Aveline’s cock. She breathed in the scent of her Sister and pursed her lips, sucking deep on the little member. Sister Aveline took a deep breath to steady herself from the sudden onslaught of oral application and gripped Anora’s head tight to her groin.
“Ah-! You are attentive and astute, Sister. Your read of me has me humbled, as not many would have been so keen to commit. But I do not give your spirit enough commendation. The spirit inside you knows how to command your body well, to seek out the desires of others.”
Anora pulled back on Aveline’s cock and looked up at her Sister, nodding a silent ‘thank you’ for the praise she was given. Behind Anora, between her now curling toes, her ebony cock remained stiff and turgid, with a sack pulled tight to her, ready for the tripping of the wire, whatever it may be. Her heart raced and mind cried out for that release to finally make its way through her groin, but like so many times before, it did not come. Undaunted, Anora set aside the thoughts in her mind and let her spirit and heart do what they had yearned to do: serve.
Her Sister’s cock barely filled her mouth, even as it began to stiffen. The member slowly turned from limp and useless to lively and wanting to fulfill its purpose of dispensing sin. But alas its reservoirs remained barren, left as a reminder to its gross purpose being cut down. Yet Anora tended to it as if it still could. She wanted it to believe it still could deliver its sin to her tongue and stomach, so Anora swirled her tongue around the tip, pushed it as far back into her throat as she could make it reach, and caressed its humble length with her plush, wet lips. Heart pounding in her chest, she imagined the Sister above her still possessing her balls and how tight they must be feeling with her oral work. A spark of pride floated into her mind, which she tamped down instead with thankfulness, thankful that she could suck her Sister’s cock so well and even get her to cum, balls or not. That thought struck Anora. She would make her Sister’s body relive the weight of sin and experience its expulsion once again.
Something changed in Anora’s rhythm and it made Aveline both curious and slightly apprehensive. The girl’s motions and energy were almost that of one possessed and it pulled at the long dormant feelings she’d lost sensation to. Those sensation, the pulling, the tightness of her groin, between her legs, it recalled the weight of her sin, back when she still maintained it, before her offering. Aveline began reciting a litany against such feelings, using the words as instruments to beat back the growing tightness in her groin. It didn’t help that the pressure from her own Plug of Tribulation was playing havoc on her self-control, despite its normally familiar and comforting presence. Now it only dialed up the sensation of her phantom balls readying themselves for release. Aveline bit her tongue and clenched her jaw against the play of her Sister’s delightfully devious tongue along her member and taint.
It wasn’t enough. Anora could see her Sister’s resolute spirit fighting the temptation and past phantasm of sin with valiant effort. Her eyes watched the way Sister Aveline’s face and body moved to counter the new tricks she applied: flicking the tip of her glans with her tongue, pushing her cock hole open as much as she could, nipping and gnawing at the base and tip, gently dragging teeth along her length. All executed with the greatest of care and desire only to have the recipient divest themselves of their sin. But her Sister’s spirit fought back. Anora needed something else. A moan from the crowned Sister helped break Anora’s focus for a moment, enough to understand what the other girl was going through. She must be on the final steps of her offering. Aveline’s hips bucked slightly as the girl let loose another moan. Camila leaned up next to her ear and whispered something that made the girl’s breath catch. Anora’s own pucker sucked hard on the plug inside her rectum, nursing that bedeviled button all the more.
Those beautiful yet distracting moans the Sister had let out shook Aveline from her focused litany, causing her hips to buck of their own accord just enough to get Anora’s attention. Aveline chastised herself under her breath and attempted to return to her internal solitude but it had been utterly disturbed. She looked down at Anora and the two locked eyes. Oh. She knew something. Anora’s eyes shown bright and this time, fierce. Anora glanced over to the crowned Sister and back to Aveline and for a moment, Aveline felt afraid. The sound of metal against metal punctuated the air and the crowned Sister let out a sudden sharp moan, followed by a yowl as the smell of burning flesh filled the air.
Anora struck as soon as her Sister let out the yowl, reaching between Aveline’s legs and pressing multiple fingers into the Sister’s ass as she spread it with the other hand. Aveline’s eyes went wide with shock and her body bucked, sending the Sister onto her toes as it tried its best to fill Anora’s mouth and throat with non-existent seed. Aveline’s taint squeezed like a vice in hopes of shooting sinful seed into her Sister’s mouth but none came, only a semi-sweet thin rope of pre dripped down onto Anora’s tongue. The fingers invading her ass with the plug stretched her further, sending her mind to a place of subservience, willing the fingers to spread her further and use her hole as they pleased. She stood struck for a moment, caught between the crashing wave of recall and forbidden sensation, mouth agape, nipples erect and straining for attention, cock buried deep in the maw of her Sister subordinate.
The reaction was pure bliss. Sister Aveline’s stunned silence and conflicted emotions told Anora all she needed to know. And it was all her body needed to know, for she loosed thick ropes of cum onto the floor from a thickened cock and set of balls squeeze as tight as her body would allow. Sweet release flowed out of Anora’s body with each splatter covering more of the ground; the engorged tip of her cock ejecting the seed as quickly as it could summon it up from the balls containing it. Anora moaned into her Sister’s groin and basked in the final jubilation of her climax. A month’s worth of piety, worship, prayers, submission, fasting, and endurance had led her to this moment, where she was deemed worthy of excising sin from others. She sagged against her Sister, tears running from the corner of her eyes to drip down onto her breasts.
Light slowly filled Aveline’s vision as she journeyed back to the present. Her sudden and unexpected departure to the past left her in a stupor so strong that she nearly fell when she came too. Stiff muscles ached with the strain of keeping her aloft on her toes for so long but even those didn’t compare to the searing tightness that enveloped her offering scar. Aveline gasped for breath as she leaned over Sister Anora, using the much larger woman’s back as support. Sweat dripped from her brow onto the dark back of her Sister, mixing with the sweat already there. Realizing her position, Aveline jerked herself upright, removing herself from Anora’s mouth and fingers finally. She looked down to find a pleased and crying Anora. Things slowly fell into place and she knelt down, cupping Anora’s face in her hands. Anora’s hands came up to hold her Sister’s and they both smiled and wept together.
Sister Camila fumbled with some fasteners behind the pillory and soon released the thorn crowned Sister. The girl slowly crawled on her hands and knees, keeping her legs far apart, and took a few breaths before attempting to stand. With shaky legs and wobbly knees, the Sister lifted herself upright and turned to face Anora and Aveline. Both Sisters looked to her and saw the red rimmed eyes filled with tears of joy and pain. Her pierced breasts heaved with the ragged breaths she took. With tender care, the Sister’s hand reached for her limp cock and slowly lifted it, a visible scar, still angry red from its cauterization, in the place of where her balls once were. The view between her legs no longer obstructed by the conveyance of sin. Anora’s heart fluttered and cock went rigid again. The Sister smiled at them and walked a hobbling gait to the medical ward.
Anora turned back to Aveline and looked into her Sister’s marvelous green eyes and said, “Thank you.”
Before Aveline could respond, Sister Camila leaned in to Anora’s head and whispered, “Excuse me Sister, it is time that I prepare Anora for her offering.”
Aveline blinked and smiled, “Yes, of course Sister. Please conduct the offering. I will leave you to it.” Aveline gave Anora’s head a kiss, “You are blessed, Sister. You will do amazing things in the world and free so many of the sin they keep.” She stood and composed herself before turning and leaving Anora alone with Sister Camila.
Anora turned to Sister Camila and nodded. Camila gave a warm smile and disappeared behind Anora. The next thing she felt was the cleaning of her large, full ass cheeks that had been covered in sweat. The cloth was soothing and refreshing after such an ordeal and with what was to come. Anora settled back into her prayers and litanies as Camila settled into her offering routine. Anora did the best she could to focus as Camila handled her equipment, pulling the large plug from her ass, leaving it to gape while she switched to tending to her balls. Anora suddenly felt empty and alone without the plug, having grown used to its companionship during her month of trial. She smiled to herself at the notion, knowing she would be a similar sensation any moment.
Camila washed and dried Sister Anora’s black balls with the care of bathing a newborn, giving them tender strokes and a thorough washing before drying them in a silk cloth. The orbs hung alone in their sack as Anora’s cock had receded close to her body, as if taking up its new role already. Camila stood and leaned next to Anora, whispering into her ear before returning to her original position. From the basket, she produced a candle of red wax and lit it. Next to it, she placed a device that held a flat piece of metal over the flame. There, she let it sit while she continued. Again, from the basket, she pulled a small band, which she stretched with one hand. With the other hand, Camila gently stroked Anora’s balls downward, having them settle and relax as far from Anora’s body as she could get them. Then, she placed the band around Anora’s sack, cupping her balls in the process.
Anora gave no reaction to the snapping of the band against her sensitive skin, but that didn’t surprise Camila at all. Her years of service to the Sisters during their offering trial had allowed her to witness various levels of devotion and concentration. Anora did impress her slightly though, considering Anora’s balls were some of the largest she’d seen offered for a couple years. The amount of potent sin these balls could produce and contain was also not lost on Camila. She was happy to assist in ridding her Sisters of such burdens. Camila fondled Anora’s balls, gauging their readiness for offering and was satisfied. From the basket she pulled out a clear set of shears designed specifically for this moment. The curved blade made snipping through the flesh much easier and cleaner than a straight blade.
The opening of the blades was set just below the tight band. Under Anora’s balls Camila set a velvet cushion on which to catch the offering. In Camila’s other hand, she held the now glowing piece of metal that had sat above the candle. Without warning Camila squeezed the shears and snipped Anora’s sack clean off. The Sister sucked in a sharp breath and soon groaned through gritted teeth as the hot press was placed on the wound left behind. Camila kept it pressed for a few seconds before taking a cube of ice and cooling the wound. Anora’s balls rested on the velvet cushion, still heavy with their sin, but no longer a threat to their former owner. Sister Camila looked down at them fondly and gently rubbed them as a tent in her own dress slowly formed. As honored as she was to serve in ridding the Sisters of their sin, she still found herself savoring the phantom sin she used to have as well. In a moment she recovered and gathered her things, her erection quickly vanishing, and release Sister Anora from her submission.
Creaking, groaning joints protested as they tried to adjust to Anora’s bulk but failed. Anora crawled just as her other Sister had crawled, letting her body’s weight drag her down to the floor for a moment of respite, stretching her limbs out. Sister Camila stood and eyed the splayed out form of Sister Anora, taking a moment to admire her handiwork between the large, luscious thighs of her much larger Sister. Once again, the whisper of sin wormed its way into her hear and mind, tempting her to take advantage of the weakened Sister, to feel that plump ass pressed against her groin, engulfing her own meager cock. Sister Camila bit her lip for a brief moment but had her decision made for her when Sister Anora got up and collected herself. Please, Camila went to offer her assistance.
“Are you alright, Sister? I can walk you to the medical ward if you need help. The offering trials are a toll on the body and soul after all.”
“Th-thank you Sister. I would actually like that. May I use your shoulder?”
“Yes! Of course.”
Sister Camila leveled Anora’s arm across her shoulders and the two slowly hobbled out of the trial room. Looking into the basket, Anora spied her balls, neatly cut and resting on the velvet cushion. It was surreal, seeing them there instead of feeling them between her legs. Her cock bounced free in the air instead of against her flesh, leaving it to feel inadequate. The feeling pleased her. It was no longer about her, it was about helping other free themselves from the burden they could not. She had made her peace and could not wait to find out where her role would take her in the world.