The Pilgrim Girl - The Story of a Submission - 23
Christa woke up because someone spitting ice-cold water over her face. She shook her head and tried to find to herself. She lay on the cross. It had been cranked down and lay flat on the pillars at the bottom of the chapel. Sister Zita leaned over her: "Are you back, girl?" She smiled. "You had stepped away for a while. That can happen when you had an orgasm under the garrot." Her smile widened:" You went off like a rocket, little one!"
Oh yes! Christa had gone up like a rocket! She had never experienced anything like it. She had shortness of breath had an endless multiple orgasm. She had almost died of lust. Now she understood why the French called the orgasm "le petit mort", the "little death."
We've got April 27, 2080, and I've just been strangled and came up endless, she thought. I felt like a Hovercar on full throttle. My turbines turned over and over.
Sister Zita opened the leather cuffs and helped Christa get up. She had to support Christa, because the girl was totally shaky on her feet. In the adjoining room, the nun hung the girl by the hands on the iron chain. Christa was more than happy with this. She was afraid that she would not be able to stand on her legs otherwise. She sank confidently into the bondage that held her upright, her arms stretched over her head.
Sister Zita had prepared warm water and washed her from head to toe, including her hair. She took her time. Finally she dried Christa with a soft towel.
"Now you're a clean, freshly washed girl again," the nun announced radiantly. "You were completely sweaty, kid. Now you're fresh and reborn."
That was exactly how Christa felt. Her arms ached from the four-hour crucifixion, her legs a bit too, but she was astonished not to have more pain. She had expected stronger after-effects. I could stand it, she thought with pride and with a little arousal. I endured four hours on the cross. It was hard, but I endured it, endured with humility and devotion.
Tomorrow I want more! I want the cross to conquer me. The cross should break my will. I want it this way!
As if Sister Zita had read her mind, she said, "Tomorrow longer, Christa?"
Christa nodded.
The nun smiled, "I would suggest six hours. So long did our Lord suffer on the cross. Will you take that on you, penitent girl?"
"Yes," Christa said simply.
"That's fine," said Sister Zita. She released Christa. "Kneel down, girl!"
Christa obeyed without contradiction. She dropped to her knees in front of the nun.
"Cross your wrists behind your back!" the nun ordered.
Christa obeyed.
"Thank you for the opportunity to repent!" ordered the sister.
"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to repent," Christa said in the tone of her heart. "Thank you for the crucifixion."
Sister Zita's voice got harder: "Stay on your knees! You will now show your gratitude in a different way, girl! Do you understand?"
"Yes, sister Zita," said Christa good-naturedly. She watched as the nurse lifted her robe in front. Sister Zita was barefoot to the navel - sort of. She wore no underwear under the nurses uniform. Christa saw that the nun was shaved. She was astonished. Intimate shaving with a nun? Not only that! She saw a small piercing in Sister Cita's clit, a piercing similar to that worn by Mrs. Riefer, her home economics teacher.
Sister Zita moved closer to Christa. She pushed her pelvis forward and pushed her genitals into Christa's face. "Show your gratitude, penitent girl!" she ordered in a stentor voice.
Christa showed gratitude. She began to work on her sister's pussy with her lips and tongue. She was stunned.
I kneel naked in front of a nun and lick her! she thought. A nun! A nun can be satisfied by me orally! No, that is certainly not chaste, dear sister Zita! Not a bit!
She listened to the moans of sister Zita. The nun pushed the pelvis into her face. She clenched her right hand in Christa's hair, while the left held up her robe to give Christa access to her most intimate place of her body.
"Oooh! Oooh, yes!" the nun groaned. "Oooh, yes! Keep it up, penitent girl! Be thankful! Be humble! Show true devotion! Oooh, yessss!" The woman's voice became a wheezing whimper.
Christa worked hard. She kissed and licked eagerly. She felt indescribably well. The sister's hand clawed at her hair pleased her. Also, the imperious tone with which the nun drove her. She really liked the pleasurable moaning and panting of sister Zita.
I serve her! thought Christa. I submit to her completely. I admit that she completely controls me. I am her slave. I have no free will anymore. I just want to obey.
While Christa caressed her sister's pussy with her tongue and lips, and tasted her salty arousal, she thought that she had always had such a submissive manner. That had started early. If the girls in the school had picked out one of them, then mutually bullied and mocked her, then Christa had always been happy if she was that girl. If the other girls mocked her, it had triggered strange and happy feelings in Christa.
And when, after school, the boys were chasing the girls and capturing them, it had caused Christa's heart pounding. She had fled and run away as fast as she could, but always hoping to be caught, whatever happened. Sometimes the boys just held their captives, but occasionally they had Christa - oh, glorious times! - tied to a tree. They had rummaged in her school bag to find sweets. If there were none, Christa had to pay off in a different way. She had to plead for mercy in a pleading voice and sometimes she had to kiss the boys, one after the other. How had she loved it!
You want me, Sister Zita! Christa thought as she licked the nun. She delected herself by the whimpering and wheezing of the woman. She dug her tongue in Sister Zita's cunt and sucked hard. The sister groaned. Then Christa licked and her teeth bit softly into Sister Zita's clit. The nun uttered a suppressed pleasure cry. Then she screamed louder. It sounded almost like yodelling.
Yes, you want me, sister! I know it! I'm sure! You can have me, sister Zita! At any time! You just have to make it. You have to take me. I will keep quiet. I will let you grant. I will surrender to you. I will completely submit to you. But you have to take me! Just like Mrs. Riefer! You have to take what you want! I can only wait quietly and obediently until you do it, sister!
She moved even closer to sister Zita. She pressed her mouth to the nun's pussy and licked eagerly. Sister Zita groaned and gasped. She whimpered in the highest tones. She uttered yodelling cries. Her pelvis twitched.
"Ooh! Ooooh! Penitent girl! Penitent girl!" she gasped. "Little sweet cross girl! Penitent girl! Submit! Show your gratitude! My sweet little penitent girrrrl! Oooh you ... sweet-and-sweetness's little penitent girrrl!"
With a cry the nun came. Her pelvis jerked violently and she clenched her hand hard in Christa's hair. "Penitent girl!" she gasped. "Cross girl! Oooh!"
Christa licked for a while, until the nun's orgasm subsided.
With a trembling sigh, the sister dropped to her knees before Christ, eyes closed.
"Cross girl! Ooh, sweet little penitential girl! "she sighed. She opened her eyes and looked at Christa. "You sweet little cross girl, you!" She kissed Christa on the mouth and hugged her and squeezed her. "Sweet little penitential girl", she said again and kissed Christa again and again.
At last the sister rose. "Get up, Christa! Get dressed! We want to go behind the house and end the day over coffee and cake."
Christa obeyed.
Fifteen minutes later, they sat behind the house and enjoyed coffee and cake. Christa wore her hands tied behind her back and sister Zita fed her with cake and gave her coffee to drink. The nun laughed and joked the whole time and kissed Christa again and again.
After dinner, she lifted Christa's bare feet into her lap and stroked them as she told the girl about the life in the monastery, as it had been before.
She talked about the boarding girls and the lessons. She said that the students were always barefoot in gymnastics. When the nurse giving the gym class fell ill, Sister Zita took her place.
Sometimes she raised Christa's bare feet to her mouth and kissed them. Again and again she called Christa her sweet little penitential girl.
Christa liked that.