Initiation (BDSM Erotica)

By Imogen Linn

Jenny always knew the Pessumae Christi was different than other orders of nuns. But, on the night of her secret initiation test, she finds out just how different they are as she is first stripped, bound and punished before being trained to serve by a dominant priest and four of his acolytes.

This erotic story of approx. 23,000 words has religious themes, whipping, spanking, oral and anal sex, gangbangs, double-penetration and more.

EXCERPT

Father Sinclair’s eyes stayed locked to hers as Jenny spread the robe wider, her nipples hardening as she exposed her firm full breasts to the gaze of the Father and his four acolytes.
She took her time, attempting to delay the moment she would be totally nude before them. But, all too soon she was forced to reveal herself, the robe slipping off her shoulders and dropping to pool around her feet, her body completely displayed for the first time in her life.
All her life, Jenny’s parents had taught her that her body was dirty and shameful, and that only by renouncing it completely could her soul be saved.
Her first and only sexual experience seemed to confirm this – it had been an awkward and painful experience, made a thousand times worse when her parents came home early and discovered her in the act.
Utterly horrified, they had immediately taken her to see Father McAdams, begging him tearfully to save their daughter’s soul.
Jenny had always been afraid of the Father. As a child, his fire and brimstone sermons had made her tremble with fear every Sunday. But, in her private sessions with him, she discovered he had another side – kind and gentle.
Disagreeing with her parents, he had taught her that her body – her beauty – was a gift from God. He read to her from the bible, quoting the Song of Songs.
“Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, that feed among the lilies.
“Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.”
His approving words had warmed her inside, his praise confirming to Jenny that, more than anything, she wanted to dedicate her life to the service of God.
Father McAdams had recommended the Pessumae Christi, and had invited his friend, Father Sinclair, to come and interview her.
Jenny had been shy and tongue-tied in front of this charismatic man, certain that she had fumbled this opportunity. Nonetheless, Father Sinclair had accepted her into the order not just warmly, but almost gleefully.
He had loudly and enthusiastically congratulated Father McAdams on finding such a perfect candidate for the order, and promised him that Jenny would be sent back to visit him, once she had completed her training. This seemed to make Father McAdams very happy, and there was a twinkle in his eye as he wished her farewell, and said he looked forward very much to their next meeting.
Now, as she stood naked in front of Father Sinclair and four strange men, Jenny remembered Father McAdams words of praise for her beauty. No, not his words, the words came from God – words of praise for her full, rounded breasts, whose pink nipples were very hard as she straightened, resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands. Instead, Jenny squared her shoulders, unconsciously cocking her hip, pale skin glowing in the candlelight as she modestly looked down at the stone floor.
Her slender figure seemed almost doll-like compared to the bulky, black-robed shapes surrounding her.
She heard a soft, seemingly involuntary murmur from Father Sinclair.
“Like two fawns, indeed.”
She drew in a sharp breath as she recognized the phrase, smiling to herself at the tone of his voice – pleased to be the cause of such a reaction.
“Very good, child. Your obedience is commendable.”
Jenny’s breasts rose as her chest swelled with pride at his praise, her small smile widening until she heard him continue.
“However, I detect the sin of pride, which cannot be tolerated. So, Jenny, you will be given a l

• Language: English
• Publisher: Imogen Linn
• Release date: Mar 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476445731

Imogen Linn

I write erotica, often with a BDSM kink. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!

Book preview

INITIATION

An Erotic Short Story

by Imogen Linn

Website: http://imogenlinn.com

Twitter: @ImogenLinn

Copyright 2012 by Imogen Linn

First SmashWords Edition: March 2012

Cover design by Imogen Linn

~ * ~ * ~

Jenny always knew the Pessumae Christi was different than other orders of nuns. But, on the night of her secret initiation test, she finds out just how different they are as she is first stripped, bound and punished before being trained to serve by a dominant priest and four of his acolytes.

This erotic story of approx. 23,000 words has religious themes, whipping, spanking, oral and anal sex, gangbangs, double-penetration and more.

~ * ~ * ~

LICENSE NOTES

All rights reserved. This eBook is licensed for the personal enjoyment of the original purchaser only. This eBook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this eBook and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

DISCLAIMER

The characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

MATURE CONTENT

This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.

Initiation

Her heart pounding in her chest, Jenny stepped into the darkened chapel.

Despite the warmth of the Summer night, the flagstones were cold beneath her bare feet, seeming to suck the heat from her body – another reason for the goosebumps prickling her skin.

Novices were not allowed to enter the old chapel, and even though she had been specifically summoned here tonight, Jenny felt a tremor run through her as she slowly paced the length of the aisle.

Finally, this was it – the night of her initiation. If she proved herself worthy during tonight’s testing, she would no longer be a novice, but would at last be allowed to take her nun’s vows and become a full sister of the Order of the Pessumae Christi.

Candles provided some illumination, their dancing flames causing sinister shadows to writhe in the corners. Shafts of moonlight speared through the windows, the cold light seeming to do more to emphasize the darkness than anything else.

Jenny thought longingly of her bed in the dormitory where, this close to midnight, she would normally be fast asleep. Even her novice’s habit of scratchy homespun wool would have been welcome right now – as per her instructions, all she wore was the thin cotton robe that had been left on her bed.

Jenny hated the way the robe seemed to emphasize all the features of her body that she wanted most to hide. It clung to the curves of her full, rounded breasts, the opening in the front revealing a generous expanse of cleavage. Belted with a sash at the waist, the robe outlined the swell of her hips and her pert buttocks. Coming down to mid-thigh, it left her long, slender legs exposed to the night air, and she could feel cool draughts caressing her nether regions with every step.

Even the parts of her body that were concealed might as well not have been – the material of the robe was so thin that, when she put it on in her dorm room, she had been able to clearly see the outline of her naked body through it.

Above all, Jenny disliked having her long hair hanging free, the vivid red exposed and glaring. All the depictions of sinful women she had ever seen had bright red hair, just like hers – women like the prostitute, Mary Magdalene. One of the things Jenny liked most about the habit she had been allowed to wear since completing her first six months as a postulant was that the headscarf completely covered her scandalous hair. Now, she felt even more naked and exposed without it.

Shortly after Jenny had joined the order as a postulant, she had asked Mother Superior if she might shave her head, as she had heard nuns of some other orders did. Mother Superior had denied her request, saying something about how it would spoil her looks. Jenny could not imagine why that should be in any way relevant to a nun, but then the Pessumae Christi were a very small, select order, with their own peculiarities.

Jenny had never heard of them until Father McAdams, her parish priest, had suggested them to her. He said the Pessumae Christi would best suit her temperament, and that the order would nurture her devotion and submission to God and his representatives to the fullest.

As in all things, she trusted his guidance, and the two and a half years she had spent here had been the happiest, most fulfilling of her young life. She wanted nothing more than to take her vows tonight, and dedicate the rest of her life to the service of God.

But first, she knew she must prove herself worthy.

She knew nothing about the initiation itself – none of the novices did. The sisters were forbidden to speak of it, and even Jenny’s best friend Claire, or sister Modesty as she was now known, wouldn’t tell her anything, no matter how much Jenny had begged. Sister Modesty had just smiled mysteriously, saying that she was forbidden from speaking of it, and that anyway she wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise.

As she neared the end of the aisle, Jenny could see the figure of Father Sinclair standing in a cleared space between the last of the pews and the altar. Her heart skipped at the sight of him, tall and forbidding in his black robes.

Father Sinclair was the most senior priest of the order and a great man of God, with a charismatic and commanding presence. Jenny always felt anxious and nervous during his sermons, although she looked forward to them very much. Whenever he stood to speak, she would lean forward, staring intently at his full lips, and hanging on his every word. His rich, sonorous voice seemed to make her whole body vibrate, stirring confusing feelings deep inside her. Jenny would blush furiously if his piercing blue eyes happened to meet hers. Sometimes, when this happened, she thought she saw the ghost of a smile quirking his lips, and a spark of something, deep in his eyes – amusement perhaps, although it seemed a little … darker than that.

Now it seemed he would be in charge of her initiation, and Jenny felt a mixture of dread and anticipation, butterflies swarming wildly in her