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If you are a mino r or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story. \par \par The characters portrayed in this story are just that , characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult wor ld. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors. \par \par \'a9 Yotna El'toub 2004}{\i\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par }{\f27\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 _________________________________________________________}{\b\f2\ul\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par \par \par Chapter 1: Under siege \par \par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Dave yawned and lent back against the wooden shell of his stall \lquote Shit things are sure slow in here today\rquote . His half closed eyes watched a fly slowly buzz across the space of the shopping centre, its intention clear. Sure enough, the fly settled on the plump strawberries that filled the punnets at the front of his stall. One swift grab and the fly was trapped in Dave\rquote s fist, he smiled \lquote You have to be faster than that to catch out Dave Green\rquote he thought in triumph. But the high was short lived, the fly was duly squashed, and tedium descended once more. \par \par Ella and Tina walke d through the quiet centre, relieved to have so few competitors for the first of the summer sales. Ella turned nimbly on her heels and scooted into Prada, Tina, as always, followed in her friends wake; she knew Ella had a nose for the bargains, it was wis e to let her sniff them out. \par \par Sure enough the girls were soon standing in front of a row of designer dresses, spring season wear for sure, but there were some very tempting clothes on offer. The dull thump of a rap song plugged away in the background, unwa tched, MTV gyrated on the panel display behind them. \par \par \'93Ella, we can\rquote t afford to even look at these!\'94 Tina whispered. \par \par \'93Who said anything about paying for them?\'94 Ella smiled. \par \par Tina felt the butterflies tapping against her lower stomach; she loved that feeling \endash the excitement - when Ella took control. \par \par \'93Ella! You can\rquote t, you\rquote ll be caught, they are very security conscious here\'94 Tina warned her friend half-heartedly. \par \par \'93No I can\rquote t, but with my help \endash you can!\'94 Ella giggled softly. \par \par \'93Me no! I couldn\rquote t\'85\'94 Tina\rquote s eyes widened. \par \par \'93Listen I\rquote ve got a plan \endash it\rquote s easy really!\'94 Ella soothed. \par \par Tina felt the rush, almost sexual, sweep over her; Tina bent her head to listen to her friend\rquote s idea. \par \par Soon Tina was walking towards the changing room with three dresses and Ella\rquote s carrier bag. Her legs trembled, her mind fixed on the adrenaline rush. \par \par \'93Three items, cubicle four please, madam\'94 chimed the prissy assistant. Tina smiled nervously and disappeared into the indicated booth. \par \par Once inside, she started to snip off the labels, and position them in the same places on the market bought copies. Soon only the security tags remained securely fastened to the expensive dresses. Tina carefully placed each one into Ella\rquote s carrier bag, and then hung the copies onto the shops hangers. Her heart pounding, Tina drew back the curtain and strode out, replacing the three fakes on the rack before the self-assured assistant. \par \par \'93Thank you madam, I am sorry they were not to your taste,\'94 she said, with an insincere smile. \par \par Tina was certain she heard a sneer in the practiced cultured tones but ignored it, and headed towards the front of the store. Suddenly all hell broke out - sirens screamed and red lights in the ceiling blinked furiously! Immediately Ti na felt a hand close around her upper arm, she glanced into the eyes of the store detective; her heart missed a beat, and then two more. \par \par \'93No need to panic madam, but we need to clear the shop, fire alarm \endash please go out through the fire doors over there and make your way to the right out into the esplanade\'94 He advised in a calming voice. \par \par Tina glanced around for Ella, the hesitation earning her a swift rebuke. \par \par \'93Now madam, this is not a drill!\'94 \par \par Tina raced for the exit and out into the safe hallway, she emerged shaken and confused. A sudden whooping sound behind her made Tina jump. \par \par \'93Tine it worked, it worked!\'94 Ella cried, dancing around the confused teenager. \par \par \'93What? Move away Ella, there\rquote s a fire in the store!\'94 Tina gasped. \par \par \'93No there\rquote s not, silly! Just a smoke bomb I set off,\'94 Ella paused for breath, \'93No detectors on the fire doors, see?\'94 \par \par \'93Oh you silly bitch, you frightened me \endash so much,\'94 breathed Tina in relief. \par \par Ella giggled. \par \par \'93I can see that, you\rquote ve peed yourself girl!\'94 Ella pointed to the dark stain on the crotch of Tina\rquote s jeans. \par \par \'93Oh that, that\rquote s not pee\'85\'94 Tina stopped mid-sentence, and then blushed deeply. \par \par \'93You dirty bugger, it gets you going doesn\rquote t it? Is that why you are always up for it? Ella grinned at her befuddled friend. \par \par At that moment the store detective emerged from the fire doors. \par \par \'93You two!\'94 he shouted. \par \par Ella and Tina froze. \par \par \'93Move away from the fire doors right away, we need room for emergency access!\'94 \par \par The girls moved away willingly, and kept on moving. They left the mounting crescendo of lights and sirens far behind them. \par \par \'93So Miss sarcastic, are you saying our brush with the law there did nothing for your pulse?\'94 asked an inquisitive Tina. \par \par \'93It frightened the shit out of me - but it didn\rquote t turn me on, you are just plain weird, Tine!\'94 Ella smiled, trying to broker the peace. \par \par \'93Well sod you Ella Fisher, so what if I gets a buzz; you got your precious clothes \endash didn\rquote t you! Tina grumbled. \par \par \'93Look I\rquote m sorry, look - I\rquote ll get you some of those strawberries and some cream \endash pretty please \endash I\rquote m sorry,\'94 Ella appealed to her friend\rquote s sweet tooth. \par \par \'93Um, alright then you\rquote re forgiven then; but you have to feed them to me \endash like I\rquote m a queen\'94 Tina smiled, sheer devilment crossing her pretty features. \par \par \'93Oh, well OK if it\rquote ll make you happy,\'94 agreed a downtrodden Ella, \'93but I get to keep all the clothes, deal?\'94 \par \par \'93Deal\'94 agreed Tina. \par \par The girls laughed, and walked off towards the stall, arm in arm. \par \par Dave Green perked up, \lquote This is more like it\rquote he though as he directed his best salesman\rquote s smile at the approaching girls. \par \par \'93Ladies, Dave Green\rquote s the name, Green by name but not by nature\'94 Dave winked. \par \par \'93Yeah, sure, whatever \endash punnet of strawberries, and some cream!\'94 Ella sighed. \par \par \'93Strawberries, yes me dear picked by me own fair hand this mornin\rquote , but no cream sorry; can\rquote t keep it cool enough in this place!\'94 Dave replied. \par \par \'93Forget it then, dork \endash no cream no sale!\'94 snarled Ella. \par \par \'93No, don\rquote t be mean to Dave, I\rquote ll make do with just strawberries Ella\'94 Tina cooed. \par \par \'93OK then Romeo, big punnet of strawberries for my friend\'94 Ella nodded. \par \par \'93Sure, \'a32.85 please, madam\'94 \par \par \'93That\rquote s a bit steep isn\rquote t it\'94 Ella protested. \par \par Tina fidgeted, and nudged Ella hard in the side; grudgingly Ella paid Dave. \par \par \'93And 15 pence change, madam\'94 Dave offered. \par \par \'93Keep it Davey boy, I\rquote m sure you need it more than me\'94 sneered Ella. \par \par Dave shook his head as the girls walked away, \lquote God, I\rquote d like to show you a thing or two, you cheeky beggar\rquote he fumed in silence. \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 ------------------------ \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par \par \par Malcolm marched along the line of cars with military precision, he tutted at the tardiness of others. So far this morning he had booked 30 or so cars, and it was getting worse \endash what the hell was wrong with these people. \par They got into that place and lost all sense of reality, buying their crap, and ignoring the rules. \par \par \'93Idiot, damn idiots\'94 Malcolm muttered into his much-loved black }{\f2\cgrid0 organiser,}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 as he booked yet another offender. \par \par Rules were important to Malcolm, rules and procedures, he had learnt in the Army how they could save your life. The memory of his Army days brought him to a sudden halt in his stride. Twenty years, twenty years of loyal service, and now this \endash a car park attendant for imbeciles! \par \par His sullen reminiscing was brought to a shattering end, as a teenaged boy raced up to him on his BMX, raised two fingers and shouted coarsely. \par \par \'93Malcolm the }{\f2\cgrid0 poofter}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 , Malcolm the poofter \endash can\rquote t catch my }{\f2\cgrid0 arse}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Gaylord!\'94 screeched the spotty youth. \par \par Stoical Malcolm ignored the pathetic teasing, he had put up with it all through his military career, one way and another. Malcolm was not gay, he was controlled, abstinent \endash it\rquote s what mother would have expected of him. \par \par He sighed deeply, part of him was convinced he had been born on the wrong planet; he wasn\rquote t like them, the pointers, the teasers, the absent minded. No he had a purpose, and that purpose was to end the chaos, to bring control and discipline to the world. Years ago he forgot about the world, deciding he could only bring it to himself and his life \endash it was his religion! \par \par Malcolm glanced down at his watch 10:44, time for a coffee; a minute marching and he would arrive at the caf\'e9 at 10:45 \endash precisely on time \endash excellent! \par \par He stepped from his ordered world, into the chaos of Central Milton Keynes. He hated this place, garish adverts, and suggestive clothes \endash depravity. Malcolm upped his pace to a brisk double time, and stared resolutely ahead - ignoring all temptation. He rounded the corner toward the caf\'e9 and stopped. He let out a strangled cry \endash not believing his own eyes! \par \par Three firemen, in a very unsuitable state of dress, ran after a screaming woman. Malcolm noted the woman was quite sensibly dressed, well apart from the large breast that fl opped from side to side as she ran, billowing up the remnants of her tattered blouse. She ran straight up to Malcolm, gripped him tightly, and thrust her unwelcome naked breast into his serge uniform. \par \par \'93Help me they\rquote re beasts!\'94 she gasped, trying in vain to pull together the flaps of her torn Prada blouse. \par \par \'93Madam, control yourself I will sort out any unpleasantness; these men are fellow professionals\'94 Malcolm stated coldly. \par \par He strode confidently towards the front-runner in the group. \par \par \'93Now see here chaps\'85\'94 \par \par The blow sent Malcolm reeling; his head struck the marbled floor with a sickening crack. The world swam around him, he blinked and almost blacked out; he fought back against the darkness and won. Struggling up on one elbow, he swung his head unsteadily following his attackers. They were gaining on the panicked woman; she disappeared like a frightened rabbit around the corner to the right. Her attackers paused, fighting for breath. \lquote Good on her, she\rquote ll get away\rquote Malcolm thought hazily. \par \par Then for the secon d time in a few minutes he witnessed the unthinkable. The woman returned around the corner, now both breasts were exposed, and she caressed them in a most lewd way. Suggestively she licked her lips, as she walked towards the breathless fire crew. \par \par She kne lt before the tallest one, a wiry lad of twenty or so, unzipped him and sank his erect member into her welcoming mouth. Her hands were not idle either; each one snaked into the fly of the other firemen and freed their organs, masturbating them wildly. \par \par This was outrageous, they couldn\rquote t do that here \endash this was a family venue! Innocents could be degraded \endash it was his duty to intervene. Ignoring the nausea and pain Malcolm struggled to his feet and made his way towards the fornicating group. It took him some time to traverse the short distance, and Malcolm arrived just in time for one of the firemen to release his steaming load. It hit Malcolm in the chest, stringing dripping whiteness all over the cherished serge jacket. \par \par Malcolm saw red! He launched a feverish attack at the orgasmic man. Savagely beating him back from the floozy, she still entertained the others. \par \par The sheer brutality of Malcolm\rquote s attack sent the injured fireman running for cover. A furious Malcolm dashed after him. Malcolm turned the corner and stopped dead! \par \par An entire shop front glowed with }{\f2\cgrid0 colourful}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 swirling TV screens. Forty years of restraint broke in an instant. Unknown desire flooded every }{\f2\cgrid0 fibre}{ \f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 of Malcolm\rquote s being; he turned back and walked to the kneeling woman. \par \par His hand rummaged under her skirt and pulled aside the sodden panties. In a second he was in her up to the hilt, he gasped at his pleasure - and moved on to a new phase of life. Order was gone \endash chaos ruled. \par \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 --------------------- \par \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Dave was marginally less bored; he stood ar ms folded, watching one teenage girl feed strawberries docilely to another. He idly wondered about their relationship, the blonde one seemed OK, but under the thrall of the raven-haired bitch. \par \par But the feeding was the other way round, the pale Irish looking girl fed the berries to the slim blond one, odd \endash but who was he to judge? Finally bored of their antics his eyes drifted to the big screen on the concourse, shit even that was boring \endash some sort of news conference. As Dave watched the display momentarily blanked and was filled by a mass of swirling }{\f2\cgrid0 colours. \par \par His eyes locked onto the screen, until a flitting distraction entered his peripheral vision. His hand flashed out with practiced ease and captured the unwary fly. \lquote Nice try fly}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 , but you got to be b etter than that to beat Dave Green\rquote he smiled grimly at his thought. He crushed the squirming life in his hand with some satisfaction. Then, Dave glanced back up at the girls on the bench opposite, and his mouth fell open, wide open - the casual observer w ould have thought he was trying to catch flies. \par \par The image burning into his irises was lurid; the dark-haired girl was crushing the remaining strawberries onto the blonde\rquote s small chest. Already the juices had soaked through the thin cotton, and defined the outline of the underlying nipples in a rich, red contrast. As he stared the diligent pale girl slipped a hand under the hem of the tee shirt to access her partner more intimately. Dave\rquote s erection stirred in his boxer shorts, pressing the circumcised tip against his zip. \par \par The show went on uninterrupted by Dave\rquote s burgeoning interest, the raven-haired girl started to lick the sticky juice from her friend\rquote s pert breasts. She took care to }{\f2\cgrid0 savour}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 the tips, encouraging them to full ripeness. Dave decided the he could risk moving closer; they seemed oblivious of his voyeurism, so consumed were they by their intense Sapphic lust. \par \par Dave walked forward; as he did his pronounced limp betrayed his condition. His eyes were fixed on the girls, a pale hand slipped from the blonde\rquote s tee shirt and nestled securely down the front of her tight denim jeans \endash she bucked against the invisible squirming fingers. His mouth went dry, Dave shut it and swallowed, but no spit came. \par \par He finally stopped walking just inches away from the teenage lovers. A pale hand extended, and slapped his face, momentarily turning it back to the big screen. His eyes drank in the flowing }{\f2\cgrid0 colours, his mind faded \endash only sensation remained. \par \par Blank eyes continued to stare at the screen, long after the swirling mass had disappeared, and the normal coverage resumed. No one listened to the broadcast; all were too involved in their private sexual worlds. Dave swung his head back to gaze blindly in to the pale blue eyes of the blonde girl; they had lost their sparkle since he last looked in them. It mattered not. \par \par His mind was only locked onto the sensations her tongue gave him, as it travelled the considerable length of his bursting erection. Dave Green was beaten. \par \par It was a shame that no one in the shopping centre listened to this broadcast, it would have explained a lot. \par \par \'93One more question for the Minister\'94 the aide asked. \par \par \'93Nigel Titfer, The Times, so Minister these reports we have of random outbreaks of wanton behaviour are exaggerated in your opinion\'94 the journalist asked. \par \par \'93Absolutely, sensationalism of the worst kind. We are talking about a few occurrences of sexual hysteria. Clearly of concern, but hardly earth shattering\'94 the Minister answered, curtly. \par \par \'93So the rumours of crazed people is so much baloney, right! And what about the queues of people heading for Porton Down, Minister \endash What\rquote s all that about? Eh, Eh!\'94 an unidentified voice shouted. \par \par \'93Merely a few affected souls heading for the treatment centre as they have been advised. Really please curb your imaginations!\'94 the minister paused \'93In fact Mr Jonas will brief you about that situation \endash Mr Jonas\'85\'94 \par \par An anonymous official stood and walked to the microphone. \par \par \'93As of 10:00 hours we have implemented martial law, purely as a precaution to control any panic caused by excessive media speculation\'85\'94 Mr Jonas\rquote s voice was drowned by the general hubbub. \par \par One voice rose in protest. \par \par \'93Nigel Titfer, Martial law! What are you holding back? This is unacceptable, in all my years\'85\'94 \par \par Mr Jonas\rquote s voice barked out, cutting off all dissent in an instant. \par \par \'93The video you are about to watch will explain the restrictions to be placed on the media.\'94 \par \par \'93It\rquote s got to be pretty persuasive to stop me reporting what I want to on this,\'94 shouted an anonymous voice. \par \par The Minister stood, the grey irises of his eyes narrowed into slits, his smile was positively reptilian. \par \par \'93Oh it is persuasive, I assure you it issss!\'94 \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\cgrid0 ---------------------- \par \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par }\pard\plain \s1\ql \li0\ri0\keepn\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\outlinelevel0\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \b\f2\fs24\ul\lang2057\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp2057\langfenp1033 {Chapter 2: A perfect setting \par }\pard\plain \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 \fs24\lang2057\langfe1033\cgrid\langnp2057\langfenp1033 { \par }{\f2 Sister Rosemary looked over the rims of her half-moon spectacles; her smiling eyes took in the early morning vista. The neat lawn rolled away from her lace trimmed French windows, perfectly framed by the luxurious growth of the early summer flowers. Unhurriedly she sipped her tea, and glanced at the ancient Grandmother clock 6:23. Rosemary sighed in satisfaction; soon it would be her favourite prayer of the day \endash a full hour of private time with the lord. \par \par An impolite rap disturbed her reverie. \par \par \'93Enter\'94 she called. \par \par A diminutive form struggled into the room, swinging back the solid oaken door. \par \par \'93Guest Mistress I must protest! Yet again the visitors have not risen, and they were absent from lauds. They must abide by our practices surely?\'94 \par \par \'93Good morning, Sister Pamela\'94 Rosemary replied. \par \par \'93Oh yes, good morning Sister Rosemary, I forgot my manners \endash but those people\'85\'94 Pamela was interrupted in full flow. \par \par \'93Are my guests, they are in need and I have offered them sanctuary \endash It is the Carmelite tradition. Pamela, would you have me turn them away? Am I to cast the ladies out and let them face the terror they described, alone?\'94 \par \par \'93No but, we have rules, and responsibilities! They must be enforced!\'94 Pamela retorted. \par \par \'93Indeed, and if you do not return to your cell, you will be late for private prayer\'94 Sister Rosemary flicked her head towards the ticking clock. \par \par The minute hand trembled and then flicked once more. \par \par \'93I take my leave, but this subject is not closed mistress!\'94 \par \par Sister Rosemary stood as the door closed with a comforting click; she walked over to her prayer cushion and knelt. Behind her the Grandmother clock chimed the half hour. Rosemary\rquote s eyes closed and the silent communication began. Her thoughts concentrated on her recent visitor \lquote Dear Lord, please grant the holy peace of mind and the grace to understand others within Sister Pamela\rquote s heart\'85\rquote \par \par A few doors away Sister Pamela knelt, her head bowed, her lips mouthing an almost silent prayer. \par \par \'93\'85and to Sister Rosemary grant the wisdom of the Lord, let her see the devil and all his works; for truly they are amongst us now.\'94 \par \par Quidenham monastery fell back into its old routine, silence descended upon the age-old hall as the dutiful offered their prayers. But none, other than Rosemary, prayed for the visitors ensconced in Peace Cottage, which was a pity; it may even have helped. \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 --------------------- \par \par \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 Alice was the first to stir, disturbed by something - she sat bolt upright, spilling the feminine hand that had snuggled between her breasts. \par \par \'93Damon, Damon what was that!\'94 she asked urgently. \par \par A lithe body rolled over, throwing back the covers and displaying her womanly figure. \par \par \'93Will you stop calling me that? If the Sisters hear they will definitely get spooked! Its Mona now, can you remember? Mona!\'94 Mona\rquote s voice was terse. \par \par \'93Mona, I sorry, I\rquote m still getting used to the shape-shifting. Anyway I heard something \endash outside\'94 Alice apologised. \par \par Mona looked at her outsized wristwatch 6:41 \lquote The nuns will be a \endash praying\rquote . Without stopping to dress Mona skipped to the door, unlocked it and slid out into the misty garden. In seconds she was back, her frame heaving with barely suppressed giggles. \par \par \'93A hedgehog Alice, we were almost compromised by a Gul\rquote nathan hedgehog. Unless they can shape shift better than us \endash we have little to fear!\'94 Mona gave in to guffaws of laughter. \par \par The sight of Mona\rquote s tight nipples bouncing seductively before her tempered Alice\rquote s annoyance, her passion soared. Alice\rquote s eyes widened to drink in Mona\rquote s succulent body. \par \par \'93I do believe you prefer me as a girl?\'94 Mona asked provocatively, pouting her lips slightly. \par \par \'93I prefer you as a shape-shifter, that\rquote s for sure!\'94 Alice giggled. \par \par Mona launched herself onto Alice\rquote s half reclined form. \par \par \'93Why you cheeky madam, I\rquote ll show you\'85\'94 Mona sniggered as she tickle-teased Alice\rquote s soft stomach. \par \par \'93Can\rquote t you two keep it down? You have woken Sali and me now! God damn this place, early morning freaks!\'94 Gerry shouted in her usual dawn grump. \par \par \'93Stop complaining and come here Gerry, I want you!\'94 Sali muttered urgently. \par \par Gerry grinned and snuggled up to Sali; she paused and then whispered into the close shell-like ear that peaked out of the smooth white hair. \par \par \'93Transform to Silas, I want something to fill me this morning \endash under the covers no one will know\'94 \par \par \'93Oh sure, no flash to give us away, pull the covers down tight\'85\'94 Sali whispered back \par \par Gerry pressed her wet lips down onto the soft mound beneath her splayed thighs. From nowhere the organ rose, skewering Gerry, expanding to stretch her to her full capacity. She ground her clitoris against the base of Silas\rquote s shaft, and marvelled at how quickly she could be awake - if she really needed to. Seconds later Gerry peaked for the first time, filling the room with her soft cries and waking all her slumbering sisters. \par \par Peace cottage resounded with the hallowed worship of sexuality. The emotions of the C\rquote phu joined and sent their prayer for salvation out - to an unlistening universe. \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 ------------------- \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 \par Georgie whistled as she strode down the deserted road, her body swayed as she walked; the bundle of papers under her arm an encumbrance to a normal gait. Georgie felt at one with the world, and at last at one with herself. She had found sex, and it had liberated her from being an ungainly teenager; Georgie was now a woman. Sil ently she watched the cotton wool clouds skate across the mid-morning sky. The wind was getting up, \lquote may be a storm is brewing\rquote she mused. Georgie hastened her pace, and lost her grip on the topmost paper, it fluttered from her grip and spread its sheets across the road. \par \par \'93Oh shit!\'94 \par \par Georgie raced after the windswept newsprint, picking up the errant sheets as quickly as she could. Finally she stooped to pick up the last page. \par \par \'93Parp! Parp!\'94 a loud car horn blared at Georgie\rquote s stooped form. \par \par Georgie jumped, her hair a tousled mass of dark curls, her eyes wide with fright. \par \par The blond youngster driving the car grinned from ear-to-ear, before raising his hand in the customary two-fingered salute. \par \par Georgie responded in kind, her fright turning first to mirth, and then to muted interest \lquote He\rquote s quite a hunk\rquote she thought. She felt the urge to control him, the hunger rose from her loins, but too late. Georgie swung her head; her glowing eyes followed the speeding Land Rover. If only he had looked back. Georgie sighed an d shrugged, she folded the disorganised paper and was just about to shove it with the rest when a headline caught her eye. \par \par Georgie\rquote s blood ran cold, it had started, Silas had to see this! Georgie ran past the Vikings mound and turned right into the road sign posted \lquote Quidenham Hall\rquote . On she ran towards the fens, her speeding legs gobbling up the yards to the Monastery. She raced across the road and dived to the right, into the ordered grounds of the ancient hall. \par \par \'93Stop that at once, this is a place of worship, not a race track!\'94 Sister Pamela barked. \par \par \'93Sorry Sister but I must get these papers to\'85\'94 Georgie started. \par \par \'93Papers, trash more like, how dare you bring this into our Lady\rquote s house\'94 Sister Pamela jabbed an outstretched finger towards the amply endowed page three girl. \par \par Georgie froze, her bundle of papers fell, and the already tattered newspaper billowed into the grounds. As Georgie stared in horror at her crime, a young nun raced around the courtyard retrieving the scattered sheets. \par \par Sister Pamela lowered her face to Georgie\rquote s - the threat hung for a second and then burst into a diatribe. \par \par \'93Now I have grounds for getting you ejected, you and your friends. All you have said is bunkum! Irreligious cults, brain-washing people into sin; I\rquote ve never heard such nonsense, this is an impure country, but we the catholic sisters pray for the sinners \endash they need no more. They certainly don\rquote t need your sort or your smutty stories!\'94 \par \par The young nun raced up to Sister Pamela, red faced and puffing. \par \par \'93Sister, phew, Sister read this!\'94 \par \par Pamela extended a hand and plucked the article from the nun\rquote s hands, she handled it as if it were diseased. Her scowl fell, then her eyebrows raised, finally she thrust the paper into Georgie\rquote s hands. \par \par \'93You had better take this to your \lquote colleagues\rquote , I need to talk to the Mother Superior\'94 Sister Pamela announced, before turning and sweeping back towards the main hall. \par \par Georgie stammered her thanks to the unknown nun. \par \par \'93I only did as I saw was right, nothing more\'94 the shame faced nun replied. \par \par \'93What\rquote s your name?\'94 Georgie asked. \par \par \'93I am Jennifer, Novice Jennifer \endash Now excuse me I must attend sext, um, our midday prayers, goodbye\'94 Jennifer\rquote s voice faded as she scurried away. \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 ---------------- \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 \par Sali sat in the library with the rest of the group waiting for the Mother Superior. The room was hushed; all awaited the news they feared most, the news of their eje ction from the Monastery. Finally lunch ended and the Mother Superior entered the room, her face was grave. Silently the nun moved to a spare chair and sat. \par \par \'93I have been in lengthy discussion over lunch with the Sisters, they have now retired for their siesta, as I should have done. However the situation is serious, my period of rest can wait!\'94 \par \par \'93I meant, no offence \endash I\rquote m so sorry,\'94 Georgie blurted out. \par \par \'93And child you have caused none, no - you have done the right thing. We live sheltered from the world, but we cannot be sheltered from this evil. Our devotion to Carmel leads us into a life of prayer and contemplation, we believe in the transforming power of prayer. But this is an abomination; Satan is at work in our chosen country. I can not ignore this, how may we the Carmelite Nuns be of assistance?\'94 \par \par \'93You can provide us shelter, that will be help enough while we gather our resources. To become any more involved would be too dangerous. Think of our quest in your prayers\'94 Replied Sali, her face relaxing. \par \par \'93But people are being perverted by these misguided fools, these devil worshippers. It is my holy duty to defend the weak against Satan\'94 \par \par \'93And so you will, using your beliefs, not ours. Pray for us, transform us \endash give us the strength to win!\'94 Alice responded. \par \par \'93Then it is agreed, as you are doing gods work you may stay amongst us as long as necessary. We shall give you succour in your hour of need\'94 the Mother Superior smiled warmly at the assembled women. \par \par The library door burst open and an enraged Sister Pamela entered, waving an afternoon edition. \par \par \'93It\rquote s all lies! The papers have retracted it all. There never was any orgy in a shopping centre. There are no queues of perverts going for treatment. It is lies! Throw them out!\'94 \par \par The Mother Superior studied the paper that Sister Pamela delivered her with a great flourish. \par \par \'93It is as you said it would be\'94 the Mother Superior muttered. \par \par \'93See, now throw them out!\'94 barked Sister Pamela. \par \par \'93No Sister, I cannot! When I first talked with Sali she warned me of this \endash the cultists have infiltrated our establishment at the highest level. Here is the proof! The whole-hearted suppression of press freedom, you and the other Sisters will do all you can to support and help our honoured guests. We will pray for them at vespe rs, matins and compline, do you understand?\'94 \par \par \'93Yes Mother, I will tell the Sisters, excuse me\'94 \par \par Sister Pamela cast an ill-tempered glance at Sali and Alice, before stalking away from the gathering. \par \par \'93It is almost time for afternoon prayer, my children - you will be in mine, my blessings on your endeavour\'94 \par \par Once the Mother Superior left the planning began, desperate planning \endash there was little time. \par \par }\pard \qc \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 --------------------- \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\aspalpha\aspnum\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\f2 \par Georgie couldn\rquote t settle, partly it was the events of the day mixed with the fear that welled up inside her. This was not the whole of it though, the boredom of being here butted uncomfortably to the adrenalin. The Sisters were now at compline, the last prayers of the day and then \endash lights out! Bedtime at 9:30, she hadn\rquote t gone to bed that early since her childhood \endash this place was such a bore! Georgie slipped out of Peace Cottage unseen, she would just wander around \endash and see if there was a way out to the village without being observed. \par \par Slowly she made her way along the cloisters, keeping to the shadows. Then it started, the one thing she hadn\rquote t thought of \endash Alice was having sex. Alice was having sex and Georgie was feeling every touch, every caress \endash her legs turned to jelly under her. The desire was so strong; it bent her over, her hands clutching her fluttering stomach. \par \par Georgie tried to straighten up and let out a low moan, her eyes struggled to focus, and god, it had never been this strong before. Images of the guy from the car floated into her mind, he stood naked before her, his bloat ed penis jutting proudly before him. She slid a hand down the front of her jeans to stifle the rampant pulsing. She was aware of someone\rquote s concern. \par \par \'93Are you alright, what\rquote s wrong? You look awful \endash look come in here, I\rquote ll help you\'94 \par \par Georgie allowed herself to be dragged through a narrow doorway, and there she flopped onto a low hard bed. Through her mist of desire she could hear the sound of water, a cloth being wrung out. The shock of the cold flannel on her forehead snapped her eyes open, at close quarte rs she gazed up into the face above her. It was Sister Jennifer, but she was odd, her face shone with an odd cast, a distinctive glow. \par \par The reason for the glow dawned on Georgie just too late, it was her, her eyes \endash she mustn\rquote t seduce a nun! Her good intentions faded to nothing - as soon as Jennifer\rquote s lips touched hers \endash Georgie melted. Her hands grasped the black material covering Jennifer\rquote s breasts and caressed feeling the virginal nipples burst into ripe buds. The cell door swung open, and framed in the opening was a scowling Sister Pamela. \par \par \'93I\rquote ll have you both thrown out of here for this heresy,\'94 she snarled. \par \par Sister Pamela walked up behind Sister Jennifer\rquote s bent body. \par \par \'93Rome and the bible specifically deem such behaviour as one of the ultimate sins. Your souls will burn in hell!\'94 \par \par Sister Jennifer jumped when she felt the older nun\rquote s hands on the flesh of her calves, slowly; purposefully the hands crept upwards \endash separating Jennifer\rquote s shaking legs. \par \par \'93I will watch the demons turn the spit while you scream. Your torment will be endless!\'94 \par \par The confident hands swiftly pulled aside the damp gusset of Sister Jennifer\rquote s rough bloomers. Two resolute fingers slid stiffly into the girl\rquote s deep wetness. Jennifer gasped, and her urgent tongue re-sought Georgie\rquote s. \par \par \'93You will be punished, I will flay you with my bare hands \endash Oh\'85 yes!\'94 \par \par Sister Pamela rubbed the front of her gown against Sister Jennifer\rquote s upturned behind. She could feel its stiff coarseness against her burning mound. \par \par \'93What are you doing to me\'85 I have never\'85 Ohhh!\'94 groaned Sister Jennifer. \par \par Sister Pamela\rquote s thumb pushed against the resistant ring of Jennifer\rquote s sphincter, the muscle opened and welcomed the invader into its pungent depths. Jennifer wiggled brushing her bursting clitoris on the older nun\rquote s knuckles \endash she felt her first orgasm building, and then overwhelming her. \par \par \'93That\rquote s it, love my hand, love my hand like I do!\'94 Sister Pamela grunted. \par \par Georgie opened her eyes and stared at the two orgiastic nuns\rquote - her eyes widened in disbelief. Sister Pamela had both her hands fully inserted into quivering, gasping vagina\rquote s \endash both Jennifer\rquote s, and her own. Georgie\rquote s thoughts tumbled \lquote Now she\rquote s done that before!\rquote \par \par So began the transformation of the Sisters of Quidenham, from the Carmelite community - to the holy army of C\rquote phu. \par \par \par }\pard \ql \li0\ri0\widctlpar\faauto\adjustright\rin0\lin0\itap0 {\b\f2\ul\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Story so far\'85 \par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par }{\b\f2\ul\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Book Three of the WWW Trilogy}{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 \par \par \par }{\f27\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 _____________________________________________________________ \par }{\f2\lang1033\langfe1033\cgrid0\langnp1033 Foot Notes \'a9Yotna El'toub 2004 \par ________________________________________________________ \par \par I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 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