Sinful Secrets - Part 1/2

                It was a dull, rainy day when the nun Rebecca Cross arrived to her new town by a horse-drawn carriage. The coachman helped her step down onto the cobblestone before she opened her parasol. “My, my,” Rebecca began, “it’s so quiet. You can hear the little drizzle echo between the buildings.” The coachman nodded in agreement. “Yes, well don’t get too comfy. I’ve heard of strange happenings around these parts.” Rebecca smiled, replying, “It’s okay. I’m going to live in the monastery. I won’t be in this part of town too often.” After exchanging money for the carriage service, the coachman rode off, leaving Rebecca to explore the new environment.

                “Welcome to the City of Melas,” Rebecca read a sign out loud. She wandered down different roads for nearly an hour, noting points of interest like the marketplace or the post office. The small, simple buildings almost felt out of place for an area known as a city, however the roads were well-made and horse-drawn carriages were readily available on many streets. She picked up a local newspaper before turning toward her final destination – the city’s famous monastery, which led her almost a mile away from town, where she’d be living with her sisters – other nuns – to practice worship in peace. The 35-year-old woman was happy to walk the distance to keep herself in shape.

                To Rebecca’s surprise, the abbess of the monastery – the leader – was the first to greet her. “Welcome, Rebecca. Welcome…we’ve heard so much about you. It is an honor to be in your presence,” she said. Rebecca blushed and replied, “Oh no, you’re too kind. It is an honor for me to be here. I’ve been dreaming of living near a city since I was a little girl.” The women chattered and giggled for a while before Rebecca was given the official tour.

                The monastery was comprised of many different buildings. It was almost like a small city in its own right. The main building of worship stood tallest at the center, complete with church services on Sundays to the public. The public could not enter any other parts of the monastery, as the land was reserved for the sisters. All of the buildings, such as the dorms, the library, the school, the food hall, and more, were designed in Gothic European architecture. The only things Rebecca ever had to leave for were groceries and mail.

                “This place is amazing,” Rebecca breathed a few hours later at the end of her orientation, ready to take a break. The abbess, who had introduced herself as Lillian, smiled as Rebecca’s pleasure. “Thank you. Welcome to the family!” she said before dismissing herself. Rebecca walked back to her quarters and stayed in for the rest of the evening after grabbing a quick snack. The space was small but pleasantly decorated like a hotel room, sporting shades of pink, white, and gray throughout the walls and furniture. Rebecca unpacked her clothes, meditated in prayer, then fell asleep, eager to settle into a new day.

                Cheerful birds awoke Rebecca that morning as if she were in a fairy tale. Her morning began with a walk around the monastery. All of the ladies around greeted her with smiles and hugs. Despite everyone wearing the same outfits, being nuns, Rebecca spotted a lot of diversity between the sisters. Women of all sizes and colors gathered here for worship, and seeing it in person almost brought a tear to her eye. She seemed to get along with everyone she ran into, making her first few days in her new land more peaceful than she could’ve hoped for.

                However, there was a disturbing report in the newspaper one day. Two men were found dead in the nearby town with an unknown cause of death. A few days after that, a similar report of one man being found dead came to light. Rebecca prayed for every deceased soul, hoping that they rested in peace, and that two back-to-back reports like this was a strange coincidence. On the same day of the second report, Rebecca brought it up with two of her newfound friends at lunch – a short blonde woman named Samantha, and a brunette woman about as tall as the 5’3’’ Rebecca named Violet.

                Rebecca began with “Melas doesn’t seem safe, does it? I’ve barely been here for over a week and three people have died…” Samantha and Violet weren’t phased. “Oh da’ling you don’t gotta worry about a thing,” Samantha began, “women are a lot safer in Melas than men.” “Hmm? Why?” Rebecca naturally asked. Violet stammered, “W-Well, uh, we don’t know really. That’s j-just how it’s always been judging from the papers.” “How about the monastery itself? Are there ever any bad reports like that within our walls?” Rebecca asked. “Oh h-heavens no!” Violet exclaimed, “The monastery and Melas mmmight as well be different towns in that regard, ha ha…”

                It didn’t sit right with Rebecca, but she steered away from the depressing topic to talk about more pleasant things like family, work life, praying, and sightseeing. She’d learned that Violet and Samantha had been at the monastery for so long that they didn’t have much to talk about regarding topics outside of their immediate area. Nevertheless, Rebecca continued to revel in the new, heightened energy from meeting so many wonderful people. Everything seemed to be going too well for her. Always humble, she thanked God for her blessings multiple times a day.

                At random intervals, Rebecca also felt that she looked younger when she was feeling especially good. She thought she was making it up, but a few of her wrinkles were definitely absent during the best of her moods, like when she drank wine or when she was getting ready for a formal outing with some other ladies. She noticed the same effect on some of her friends, like Samantha and Violet. Naturally, she was too embarrassed to bring it up – after all, it was probably the lighting, or maybe some cosmetic technique that she hadn’t seen before.

                Throughout the next week, Rebecca developed aches in specific parts of her body, such as her lower back, her shoulder blades, and areas near the top of her forehead. The awkward pains came and went, similar to her vaguely shifting appearance. To make matters worse, urges she had previously snuffed out began to bubble within her. Natural cravings like men and sex had to be purged in order for her to become a nun, and she was proud to have abstained from them for nearly a decade. Masturbation hadn’t even crossed her minds in months, which is why she felt concerned by her own faint thoughts toward the subject. This was another topic she wanted to talk to the girls about, but was too embarrassed to do so.

                It wasn’t long before Rebecca’s life settled into a typical routine. She performed her duties well, prayed to God every day, and enjoyed the company of her fellow sisters. Unfortunately, her abnormal conditions didn’t leave, and news stories about dead men continued to plague the newspapers at least once per week. Rebecca decided to visit Melas to see a doctor, worried that her conditions might take a turn for the worse.

                A female nurse took some basic measurements, telling Rebecca that everything looked good. Then, the nurse left to be replaced by a male doctor, the first male Rebecca had seen in almost two weeks. She took a deep breath, feeling buried instincts shake within her. Her eyes were glued to his face as he performed a simple physical examination. The air felt tense – Rebecca didn’t know what she wanted to do to him, but she felt the need to do something. The doctor was old and wasn’t particularly good-looking, and yet Rebecca couldn’t stop her mind from spinning. Before she knew it, her appointment was finished and the doctor deemed her to be as well as she possibly could have been.

                “But doctor,” Rebecca began, “I have these aches sometimes...here, here, here,” she said, pointing to the specific locations. “They come and go, but they’re always so…precise.” She felt uncomfortable as the doctor took another look with his stethoscope, wishing she could’ve left right there – but she needed answers. Unfortunately, the doctor couldn’t find any atypical findings. “But it hurts! I’m aching right now!” Rebecca exclaimed, embarrassed that she had raised her voice. “Look,” the doctor began, “I’m not hearing anything strange. You look completely fine. You’re much healthier than most women your age.” After some more bickering, Rebecca was forced to leave and accept the doctor’s diagnosis.

                “What a quack! Ugh!” Rebecca spat under her breath as she left the building. She marched back to her dorm in the monastery, locked her door, then stripped to her underwear. Her body looked much younger than her age again despite anger being her primary emotion. She laid on her bed, hesitant to do what she was about to do.  It was a sin against the religion she’d followed for so long. But her mind was so clouded with anger and confusion, and her thighs looked so plump and tight like they had when she was in her early 20’s. Even her breasts, which were beyond their prime, felt perky and taut. A slender hand slipped beneath her panties with a heavy sigh.

                When’s the last time I did this… Rebecca thought. She was wet enough for her fingers to slide in with minimal resistance. “Mmm, mmm~!” she hummed as warmth enveloped her body. Schlick schlick schlick. It felt so good. Rebecca looked and felt like a young woman fresh out of college again. Her flesh took on the faintest shade of gray and was unrealistically smooth to the touch. Her aches melted away as two tiny bumps formed on her forehead. The callouses blackened as they grew, eventually sharpening into two little horns. “Oooh my, oooh my,” Rebecca continued to quietly moan, spreading her legs further apart. Black nubs grew on her shoulder blades and lower back, but didn’t develop into much since she was lying on her back.

                Rebecca began to think of her doctor as she continued to lovingly pleasure herself. However, her thoughts weren’t sexual – rather, she wanted to see the last few years of his life drained before her eyes. She imagined him withering on the floor beneath her heels. She imagined what her long, sexy legs would look like from that point of view, and reveled in the thought of him yearning so badly to touch them, only to pass away in sheer lust.

                “Ooh-Ooo…ooohh!!” Rebecca moaned, biting her tongue to prevent herself from swearing or from using the Lord’s name in vain. Without much fanfare, her body slowed down as she orgasmed, sweaty and panting. It felt better than sex she’d remembered from before she became a nun. But why? She didn’t care, at least not in the moment. She licked her fingers clean of her own fluids, not noticing that her nails had grown longer and pointed during the escapade. Many long minutes passed before she sat up to redress. Her horns and nails retracted back to their original states as she cooled down, and by the time she looked in the mirror, most of her natural age had returned to her face.

                Ashamed and disgusted with herself, Rebecca focused on praying even more than usual throughout the next week. As she had done for years, she locked all thoughts about sex and masturbation deep within her mind, never to be brought back. It took two weeks for Rebecca to feel even remotely good about herself again after the sins she had committed, yet it was still challenging to keep her morale high. Her pains, although few and far between, continued to occur, bringing her mind back to how masturbation made the pain go away.

                Rebecca refused to leave the monastery for outings with the sisters since that was when her aches occurred the most, going so far as to pay her friends like Violet and Samantha to do her groceries for her. Samantha teased her one day when she returned with Rebecca’s food: “Here ya are da’ling. Still been cooped up in here all this time?” “Yes,” Rebecca sighed. Almost a month had passed since she vowed to solely stay within the monastery’s walls. “C’mon girl,” Samantha began, “Violet and I are going to the theater in Melas t’night and we’d love for you to join us. They’ve got the finest wine.” Rebecca smiled sadly, simply saying “I’m sorry” before Samantha dropped the topic, leaving Rebecca to her lonely self.

                Another two weeks passed before Rebecca began to doubt herself. Maybe I am being silly? she thought, wanting to take a walk to enjoy the warm weather. Her aches had been relatively tame since the incident, leading her to wonder if she was getting better. She snuck out one early Saturday morning, hoping that nobody saw her face on the way out. She looked into the sky and smiled, feeling the heat of the sun warm her face. The walk to Melas was the perfect exercise goal for Rebecca, as the simple act of walking to and from the town would get her body moving without doing arbitrary exercises with no distinct destination.

                Rebecca reached Melas with a proud strut, feeling as if she would return to the monastery before anyone knew she had left. As she began walking back, her worst fear had come back to light. Her body ached and yearned for sinful things. Her good mood soured immediately as she held her head, unable to make sense of how this kept happening. Rebecca’s patience had run out – was it a problem with her, or was the town of Melas itself cursed? With an angry march, she set her pride aside to go speak to the abbess of the monastery, Lillian.

                Rebecca knocked on Lillian’s door, thinking to herself how it had been a long while since they’d directly interacted. No response came. With a sigh, Rebecca decided to seek help from Violet or Samantha, but they were also absent. Plenty of other sisters were around, but Rebecca could only console in one of the three women she was looking for. She returned to the abbess’s door, hoping that Lillian had returned in the time it took for Rebecca to look for her other friends. Her knocks continued to go ignored. Rebecca placed her hand on the handle and turned without thinking – to her surprise, it was open.

                “H-Hello?” Rebecca meekly said into the empty room. The dormitory looked like a larger version of her own room with only slightly more lavish furniture. Not wanting to intrude, she would’ve left immediately if she hadn’t heard strange sounds coming from somewhere. Rebecca tip-toed on the carpet and discovered an open trap door beside Lillian’s bed. Rebecca looked down onto a long line of stairs, starting to feel disgusted at the sounds she heard coming from below – female laughter mixed with both male and female moaning and grunting. She wanted to walk away, but it was impossible. Blasphemous acts couldn’t be happening below the abbess’s room, she thought, trotting down the stairs.

                Rebecca walked down into a dimly lit hallway that led to one final door. Upon opening it, she looked into a large, dungeon-like room. On one side, there were basic sets of wooden furniture like tables and shelves, complete with fresh food and drinks. On the other side, Rebecca witnessed the most horrendous scene she’d seen in her life. She released an unconscious scream at the sight of three naked men chained to pieces of wood, angled so that their backs were at a 45-degree angle in order to make all of their curved cocks ridable by the other three women in the room. They looked like monsters – naked with large black bat-like wings and thin tails with pointed tips. Their flesh was slightly grayed, but looked smooth to the touch alongside their young, curvy figures.

                “Is that Becca?” one of the demons turned around. She had familiar eyes, but also large black horns attached to her forehead. Despite the monstrous traits, all three women looked sinfully sexy. “RRRebecca!” another girl turned around, eager to greet her. Rebecca fell back on her behind, unable to properly run away from the nightmare. One of the girls quickly walked up to her and kneeled beside her, saying “Oh Ms. Rebecca Cross, it wasn’t time for you to see this just yet…but would you like to join us?” The girl smiled with a sinister grin before continuing, “Your friends Samantha and Violet have told me a lot about you.”