The door to the small room stood ajar and a strange light emanated from within. Sister Agnes knew she shouldn't enter it, but she had no control over her feet. Stepping over the threshold she saw that the source of the eerie light was the box she had opened earlier. The lid was thrown back and a piercing, hurting light streamed from it, casting the walls of the enclosed room in weird, disturbing shadows. Yet the shrunken object - the words demon penis popped into her mind - was clearly visible lying in the box, beckoning her. Only know did Sister Agnes become aware that she was naked, her flushed skin covered in sweat, streaming from her body. She felt an aching need in her chest and loins and the voice in her head urged her to grab the object. Images flashed through her mind of pleasures she had never known, the power the possessor of the demon penis had, and what unspeakable things it could do. She saw herself along with Sister Mary in the chapel, naked, the two of them writhing in each other's arms embroiled in unholy pleasures. She saw the Mother Superior and other sisters join them, eagerly exploring each other's bodies with their tongues and fingers. Sister Agnes had never considered herself to be homosexual. She hadn't even considered herself to be heterosexual, but, like all good nuns should, asexual. She knew the close community found in cloisters could sometimes lead to temptation and sin of the flesh, but she had always considered herself above that. The images flowing through her mind told her otherwise and it confused and scared her; it was like she didn't know herself anymore. Sister Agnes watched in part horror part lust her trembling hand reaching out, her fingers stiff and outstretched as every nerve on her body longed for the penis, to touch it, hold it, use it. She could already she how the once shrunken object was expanding, flexing its power like a lion waking after a long night sleep. It pulsed and throbbed evilly, eager to once more give and get pleasure.
"No," someone said. "No, I wont take it!" Only then did Sister Agnes recognize her own voice. The words surprised her. She wanted to take it. She needed to take it.
"No!" her voice said again, this time louder, more assertive. Slowly she became aware of the struggle inside her. She could almost visualize the bitter struggle between her moral believes and her painfully aroused libido. With the awareness came determination. Determination not to give in to her baser instincts. Determination to uphold her religious believes and rigors. She saw her hand hover hesitantly over the demon penis, she couldn't draw it back, couldn't move her feet away. But she could do something else. She could wake up.
Drenched in sweat and entangled in the bedcovers from her restless sleep Sister Agnes woke up with a start. It took her a few moments to become aware of her surroundings and slow her breathing down. She clearly remembered her dream - if it was her dream, that is. A wave of unease and nausea swept over her. The dream seemed too real, she couldn't just discard it as something trivial. Having dealt with the occult and the supernatural for so long, Sister Agnes knew better than that. There was something sinister going on here, and all signs pointed to that hidden room in the cellar. The box and its demonic ingredients were only the top of the iceberg, of that she was sure. There was something else lurking in the shadows, but she didn't know what and she was afraid to find out. Unless she was careful this could not only jeopardize her own salvation, but the salvation of countless others. Suddenly, she thought of Sister Mary. She had been exposed to the same evil influences.
"Oh, no!" she cried and jumped from the bed. She rushed from her room, not even taking a moment to put on a robe over her nightgown. Running down the corridor, her heart in her throat, she threw herself at the door to Sister Mary's room. It was empty. The bedcovers were all tangled and the lingering odor of sweat and sexual arousal clung to them. Putting her hand on the mattress, Sister Agnes felt it was still warm - Sister Mary had left only minutes ago.
Sister Agnes could only imagine what horrors the young girl had just went through. Though she herself might not be experienced in the ways of the world, at least she had 15 years more experience than Sister Mary to build up her defenses against the lures of the devil. The strong images that still swam in Sister Agnes' mind and could easily make her break out in sweat if she let her thoughts linger too long on them - these same images had assaulted poor Sister Mary and overwhelmed her resolve. Helped by the memories from the farmhouse of Sister Mary writhing on the bed having a sexual dream, Sister Agnes could all too easily picture Sister Mary descent from a virtuous sister of the cloth to a beast, lost in the throes of sexual frenzy. She had fought, there was no doubt about that. She had probably prayed and begged for divine help in her hour of need. She would have willed herself to think calming thoughts, serene and righteous. But the vile influences of the demon rod could not be denied, could not be stopped from invading the young mind, there to fertilize and germinate, domineering the imagination and perverting the pure thoughts. Who could say what state Sister Mary was in now, having given in despite her valiant struggle? Perhaps it was not too late to safe her, to turn her back from the road of damnation she had so rudely been forced upon.
Sister Agnes ran from the room, tears running down her cheek as she cursed herself for being so stupid. First, in opening the hidden door and then not to realize what sinister powers could have infested themselves in Sister Mary and herself. The library was pitch dark and she had to slow down unless she wanted to break her neck. Stumbling towards the cellar door she began to doubt whether she was in any condition to tackle what foul forces lay in wait downstairs, having already gotten hold of poor Sister Mary. After all, it was only a few minutes since she herself had just escaped their vile clutches and the images were still vivid in her mind. And her body was nowhere close to the self-control she liked to exert over it. Just as the night before she could clearly feel how aroused she was, her nether regions were on fire, with juices running down her inner thighs. Her nipples stood stiffly, sending electrical shocks through her body each time they rubbed heavily against the course cloth of her nightgown. Hesitating by the door to the cellar she was afraid to go further. She needed assistance. She knew every minute was precious, but she also knew that she was in no state to do anything by herself. Rushing in on her own wouldn't safe Sister Mary, it would probably just condemn the two of them together. Reluctantly, she turned away from the cellar door and hurried out again. As soon as the moonlight gave her sight again she ran as fast as she could to the nearby apartments of abates Katrina. Pounding her fists on the door, Sister Agnes shouted for her. Fortunately, the Mother Superior was a light sleeper and in moments the door flew open.
"What is it?" she said sternly, obviously not used to late-night visitors. But her demeanor slackened a bit when she saw the state Sister Agnes was in.
"Come in, my poor child," she said kindly. But Sister Agnes shook her head.
"You have to come with me. I fear Sister Mary may be in trouble in the cellar."
"In the cellar? What kind of trouble?" abates Katrina inquired, clearly puzzled.
"I can't explain, just come with me quickly. You must." Sister Agnes pleaded. There was no time to explain everything, and even if there was, she wasn't sure how much she wanted to confine in the Mother Superior.
"Well, if you insist, but this is most unusual. And so is your garments, child." Katrina said in an admonishing tone. Sister Agnes blushed as she noticed how her sweat-drenched nightgown clung to her body. Her nipples were clearly visible and it didn't require much of an imagination to see the rest.
"I'm sorry, abates", she stammered. "I had no time to cover myself properly." The abates herself already had a robe on and, taking a lamp from a shelf beside her door, she waved Sister Agnes to lead on.
The two of them hurried through the library. The lamp the Mother Superior carried didn't provide much of a light, but it was enough to guide them through the maze of desks and shelves towards the cellar door on the back wall. Sister Agnes hesitated only a moment before pushing the heavy door open and descending the stairs. Once in the cellar she put a finger to her lips and cautiously moved towards the back of the basement where the hidden room was. After going through a few rooms they noticed that the darkness was slowly giving way and soon they noticed a flickering light ahead. The abates put her lamp out and the two of them crept closer. Peering through the doorway to the anteroom to the hidden chamber they saw that the light emanated from the hidden room, but there was no sign of Sister Mary. They slowly inched towards the doorway, Sister Agnes holding the abates firmly by her lower arm, as much for support as from keeping her from rushing ahead.
The hidden room was also empty. As Sister Agnes had known the source of the light was the demon box. But when they got a bit closer she noticed one thing different - the demon penis was not inside the open box. She inhaled sharply - could this mean...? Her train of thought was disrupted when a voice behind them made them jump.
"Ooh, I'm so pleased to she you." It was unmistakably the voice of Sister Mary, but Sister Agnes noticed it was much more sultry, much more commanding, than before.
Sister Agnes and the abates swiveled, the abates holding the darkened lamp up as for protection. Sister Agnes had prepared herself mentally for what she might she, but the sight startled her as much as it did the Mother Superior. Standing posed before them, one hand arrogantly on her hip, was Sister Mary, stark naked with a coy little smile on her face. But that wasn't what startled the two older nuns. Sticking out from Sister Mary's loins was the demon penis, erect and throbbing like a real cock. It had attacked itself above Sister Mary's wet vagina and was now as much a part of her body as her arms or legs. Sister Mary smiled even wider when she noticed where the stunned nuns were looking. She proudly planted her legs apart and slowly ran her hand from the tip of her enormous cock to its root, then back again. The cock pulsated and a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip of its head.
"My God!" abates Katrina stammered.
"That's Goddess, if you don't mind," Sister Mary replied and advanced towards them. They were trapped between her and the hidden room.
"No! Don't go near her." Sister Agnes screamed, but she could already she the confusion on the Mother Superior's face as she felt the first signs of arousal the closer she got to Sister Mary. Then abated Katrina visibly shook and again a fierce light of determination shone from her eyes, giving Sister Agnes a renewed hope.
"Be gone, foul creature of Satan. Leave this innocent be and return to the nether regions!" the Mother Superior intoned in a commanding voice. For a moment the cocky smile on Sister Mary's face flickered in uncertainty. But when she saw Katrina's hand shake she knew she had the upper ground. She thrust her hips forward in the lewdest manner, her cock pointing like a spear straight at the abates. Katrina felt her resolve diminish as new current of sexual energy coursed through her. She had fought these demons before, but never so strong, and never in the flesh as now. She closed her eyes and a small sigh escaped her mouth. For the briefest moment she contemplated giving in and that was all that Sister Mary needed.
Sister Agnes watched in horror as her former colleague stepped up to the Mother Superior and swiftly punched her hard in the stomach. The abates gasped in pain and Sister Mary took the opportunity to push her hands on the back of Katrina's head, pushing her down towards her cock. The struggling nun was still gasping for air, tears streaming from her eyes and before she could regain her senses Sister Mary had thrust her cock between Katrina's lips, the demon cock entering her mouth full force. The Mother Superior tried to pull away, but Sister Mary held her in a vise, with both hands behind Katrina's head, holding it firmly in place. With a triumphant grin the hermaphrodic former nun started humping the Mother Superior's mouth, pushing her monster cock almost down into her throat before pulling it back out until the head scraped her teeth, the in again.
Katrina was getting desperate, frantically beating her fists against Sister Mary, that seemed to hardly notice. But the power of the demon cock could not be denied, not when it was in direct contact. The sexual urges that the sight of the cock had awakened in the abates were gradually building up until they were becoming overbearing. She couldn't hold them back for much longer, her body screamed for relieve and attention. Katrina suddenly realized her hands were no longer trying to push Sister Mary away. She had unconsciously wrapped them around the cock pounding her mouth and the startled abates found herself eagerly slurping on the cock, loving the taste of it more and more by the minute. She had one final prayer pleading for assistance before she gave herself away completely, surrendering to the pleasure of the cock in her mouth. Sister Mary pulled her hands off Katrina's head, but abates Katrina hardly noticed, all her attention was on gobbling as much as she could of the cock, noisily slurping on the giant rod, her fevered eyes locked on its immense length.
Sister Agnes had taken the opportunity provided by the downfall of the Mother Superior to sneak past them. She had hid herself behind a crater, but she couldn't keep her head down, she had to watch the spectacle in front of her. Even at a distance of 10 feet she could still feel the powerful pull of the cock, her body was once more on fire. But she wasn't in near as much turmoil as poor Katrina and these past two days had given her plenty of practice in keeping her lust in check. She could still feel it tug at her deep inside, compelling her to touch herself, to join the fray, but she had it under control.
The same could not be said of abates Katrina. Her cocksucking had finally paid off and Sister Mary was pumping load after load of demon seed down her throat, with the far-gone abates fervently swallowing the cum as fast as she could. A few droplets escaped her lips and dripped down her chin. Sister Mary was also groaning in pleasure, totally lost in the moment. Her cock remained as hard as ever despite the massive orgasm. Slipping the thick cock from the abates mouth, Sister Mary smiled down at the fawning Katrina.
"Stand up, my dear, we've just started," she whispered teasingly and laughed when the abates jumped to her feet like an eager pupil. Where Sister Mary had once been shy she now was bold; where she once had been submissive she was now equally dominant. The once proud Mother Superior was like a clay in Sister Mary's commanding hands and a curt word from Sister Mary was all it took to send the abates into a frenzied disrobing. In no time she was stark naked. Sister Mary ran her eyes appreciatively down Katrina's body. The dark exotic skin was mouth-wateringly smooth, the hourglass figure was like that of a woman at least 10 years younger, completed by firm breasts riding high on her chest with pert nipples standing prominently to attention. They were not as large as those that Sister Mary flashed, but they were perfect in every sense.
Sister Mary ran her hands down Katrina's body, resting her left between the thighs. The abates moaned, grinding her loins into the exploring hand. Her once serene, composed face was now the image of unbridled passion; of lust so intense it hurt and held at bay all other thoughts than those of instant sexual gratification. The fingers dancing in her pussy sent her into never-ending orgasmic throes. She had lost almost all control over her body and she had to grab Sister Mary's shoulders to keep herself from crumbling to the ground.
"Yes, that's it, bitch," Sister Mary whispered into her ear. "You like that, don't you? You want me to continue?"
"Y... yes, please. Don't... Don't stop, please!"
Sister Mary stroked her flailing cock with her lose hand, watching in fascination as the formerly prim abates shrieked with pleasure in total abandonment.
"Turn around and bend over," she finally said. "I want to do you properly."
"I'm a virgin," the abates replied in a small voice, but nevertheless she willingly turned her back to Sister Mary and bent forward, spreading her legs in the process.
"Don't worry, bitch. I'll let you keep your virginity... for now."
Without further ado Sister Mary poised her giant cock between Katrina's ass cheeks, gently rubbing the tip over her exposed anus, then down to her overflowing cunt, then back again.
"Please! Put it in, I can't stand it any longer!" Katrina panted, beside herself with lust. Smiling, Sister Mary pushed the head of her cock into the Mother Superior's ass.
"Yes!" Katrina screamed, pulling her ass cheeks apart with her hands to give Sister Mary better access. 'Yes, please, put it in deeper,' she pleaded desperately. Slowly, Sister Mary pushed her cock deeper until half of the twelve inch rod was embedded in Katrina's bowels. Then she started to thrust in and out, gently at first, but then with more force. Soon, the two women were screaming in unison, climaxing again and again. Even when she came Sister Mary didn't slow down and slammed even deeper into the abates, aided by the voluminous lubrication provided by her demon seed.
All this time Sister Agnes had watched totally aghast. She was frozen to her spot behind the crater, in part by fear, part shock, part fascination. She could feel still feel her own arousal keenly, but her shame shut out any thoughts of self-pleasure. Not only was she deeply ashamed about her perpetual arousal, but even more that she blamed herself for bringing two sisters into sin and depravity. Watching the culprits go at each other right in front of her didn't help and she fervently prayed for solution. But there was none, there was nothing she could do to turn her former virtuous sisters from the path to hell they were on. All she could do was make sure she wouldn't follow them.
The Mother Superior had slipped off Sister Mary's cock and now lay panting on the floor, looking up at Sister Mary like a puppy at its master.
"I think you are ready for the next leg in your journey, Katrina," Sister Mary said and looked into the small room in front of her. Abruptly the light changed to deep red and was followed by a foul sulfurous stench. At the edge of hearing cries and moans could be heard, hideous and enticing at the same time. From her vantage point, Sister Agnes could not see into the room and for that she was glad. But she saw what came out of it. Three tentacles writhing and slithering towards the abates, their tips shaped like those on cocks, even leaking demon seed from slits at their ends. The Mother Superior gasped in surprise and delight. The three tentacles wrapped themselves around the abates, one tip plunging into her ass, another into her eager mouth, while the third rubbed itself against her tits. Plunging her into the air, the tentacles made savage love to her. Then, they began to inch back into their foul realm. If the abates even noticed where she was being taken, she didn't care. All she cared for was having her body pleasured any which way. If one of the tentacles had probed her pussy she would have gladly given up her sacred virginity for one more earth-shattering orgasm. But they didn't; obviously her virginity was being kept intact for some even fouler creature to take.
The moaning abates disappeared into the red light, moaning and shaking. Sister Mary watched gleefully, stroking her still hard cock.
"One down, plenty to go," she said, turning on her heel and walking briskly out of the cellar. Sister Agnes lay where she had hid herself in shocked silence. She couldn't fathom what she had seen, would not believe it. But she had to. She had to stay strong or the convent was lost. Fighting a minion of the evil one frightened her and she didn't relish it here in an unfamiliar convent. She desperately missed her own, but she brushed her gloomy thoughts away and stood up. She carefully neared the entrance to the hidden room. It was back to normal. She could she the shelves and stack of books like they had been when she and Sister Mary opened the room the first time. Even the demon box was closed, with no sign of the portal into the foul realm that was open only moments ago. Sister Agnes sighed in relief and quickly closed the door. Then she turned and headed out of the cellar herself. She had work to do.
By the time she had covered the last corner of the convent the sun was rising and it was time for morning mass. One by one the nuns started filtering out of their rooms, heading for the chapel. Sister Agnes joined them, feeling comfort in being amongst the other nuns. She could almost imagine that nothing untoward had happened at all and this was just a normal morning in the convent.
Sister Agnes found a place in the chapel. She noticed that some of the nuns where surprised not to find the Mother Superior there, but there was no hint of concern among them. Someone was sent to Katrina's rooms, but came back with the news she was nowhere to be found. The murmur continued for awhile, but finally everyone settled down and one of the senior nuns, Sister Josephine, took charge of the morning mass.
Just as the mass was beginning Sister Agnes noticed that Sister Mary had joined them in the chapel. She almost screamed in panic, but Sister Mary merely looked at her passively before taking her seat in the aisle across from where Sister Agnes was sitting. Sister Agnes watched her puzzled, but Sister Mary seemed normal; her habit was immaculate and her demeanor was as pious and reserved as normal, just like she was her old self. But the occasional glance she made around her, like she was studying or assessing her fellow nuns, told Sister Agnes that this was all an act. And as the mass wore on the influences of the demon cock could not be denied. Sister Agnes noticed how the nuns around Sister Mary began to fidget on the benches, sweat forming on their brows and confused frowns on their faces. She knew all too well what they were experiencing. Arousal was not a totally alien feeling to most nuns, but a spontaneous one, and during the middle of a mass no less, confounded them.
Fortunately, the mass ended before anything untoward happened and the flustered nuns hurried from the chapel to get fresh air and time to gather their bearings. Sister Agnes heaved a sigh in relief. She watched Sister Mary leave the chapel, alone. She contemplated following her, but refrained from it. She needed a plan to protect herself (and others) from the evil influences radiating from Sister Mary and until she had those she couldn't risk getting too close. Yet she desperately wanted to know what Sister Mary's plans were, surely after reveling in corrupting poor Katrina she must be plotting the downfall of some other sisters.
Sister Agnes knew she had to get some help, but that was easier said than done. Not only was she a stranger to the other sisters, but she also hardly knew what to tell them. The events of last night were so fantastical she hardly believed them herself. She would likely get laughed down, or worse, considered to be a lunatic, if she told another nun just like that. Yet she had to try. At least it might make the other nuns vary towards Sister Mary.
With the Mother Superior lost Sister Agnes decided to try and approach Sister Josephine. She seemed like a level-headed and rational person, as well as being someone the other nuns looked up to. If she could convince Sister Josephine of the imminent danger the convent was in, then maybe all was not lost.
Once the morning mass was over the nuns were expected to start the day's work and work for an hour until it was time for breakfast. Sister Josephine was in charge of educating a few of the younger sisters in the scriptures. Her class was in the north-eastern corner of the convent, in a small white-washed building nestled against the outer walls. Sister Agnes entered quietly and watched the class from the back in silence. Sister Josephine was a stern teacher, but fair. She was about forty years of age, but she carried her age well. Her shape was motherly with broad hips and full chest, but her enticing eyes and sensuous lips countered the effect. Sister Agnes surmised she must have been a stunner in her younger years and to a large extent, still was. After a few minutes Sister Agnes let her impatience take the better of her and decided to interrupt the class. Sister Josephine was not at all pleased and it took some persuasion on Sister Agnes's behalf before Sister Josephine agreed to halt her teachings.
"Thank you for agreeing to speak to me," Sister Agnes began hesitantly, once the two nuns were outside the small building.
"Cut the formalities, sister," Sister Josephine replied curtly. "I hope this matter is of the gravest concern as you say. The girls need their education."
"I understand, sister. Again, I apologize. All right, I'll come right to the point. I know what happened to Mother Superior." This got Sister Josephine attention, as she arched her eyebrows and urged Sister Agnes to continue.
"Yesterday, me and my assistant Sister Mary found a hidden chamber in the cellar. This chamber contained devilish artifacts and sinful manuscripts of the worst sort. My own stupidity, which I will regret for the rest of my life, led to us uncovering an artifact with demonic influences. We managed to lock it away, but then I made another grave blunder by leaving it be. Last night, the demon artifact invaded the dreams of me and Sister Mary. I managed to resist its evil temptations, but Sister Mary succumbed." By now Sister Josephine was all ears, though she still seemed a bit skeptical about some parts of the story.
"Hoping to fight the demon I awoke the abates and together we went into the cellar. Unfortunately, we were taken by surprise by Sister Mary, now possessed by the demonic power. The Mother Superior tried to contest her, but she, too, fell under the evil influences. The last I saw off her was when she was being dragged through a portal into some foul nether region. But Sister Mary is still here and I fear she plans to corrupt more sisters."
Sister Josephine stood deep in thought after Sister Agnes finished her tale.
"Your story borders on being ludicrous, but I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. Can you prove your story?" Sister Josephine finally asked.
"I can, but it is dangerous. Apart from Sister Mary now possessing a gigantic cock, I can show you the hidden room in the cellar. And then there is of course the abates..."
"If Sister Mary is as dangerous as you suggest we shouldn't approach her. Let's go into the cellar. If this hidden room is where you say it is I will believe you are telling the truth, odd as it is."
Sister Agnes couldn't believe her good fortune. Getting Sister Josephine on her side suddenly made this gloomy situation not half as bad. After Sister Josephine bade her class to stay and read on, Sister Agnes hurriedly escorted her through the library and into the cellar.
"The portal the abates disappeared through was created in the hidden room. We must be careful, it might reappear." Sister Agnes cautioned. Sister Josephine merely grunted.
The two nuns warily crept through the cellar towards the hidden room. Everything looked the same to Sister Agnes as the night before. The door to the hidden room was closed, but when they put the palm of their hands against it they felt it hum and vibrate, like some unseen forces on the other side were pushing against it. An eerie light streamed from beneath the door, bathing their feet. After some deliberation they decided to risk opening the door an inch. Sister Agnes took the handle and oh-so carefully opened the door by a fraction. Sister Josephine peered inside. She took a quick gasp, and quickly leaned against the door.
"Close it again!" she shouted. Sister Agnes suddenly felt something pounding the other side of the door, like it was trying to get through. Then she saw the tip of a tentacle squeeze through the crack in the door. The two nuns frantically threw themselves at the door. For a second Sister Agnes thought it wasn't enough; that the tentacles would be released and grab them like they grabbed the Mother Superior last night. But then she felt the door inch back and slam shut. The two of them leaned on the door for support, breathing hard. Suddenly, Sister Josephine smiled at Sister Agnes.
"I believe you," she said and let out a small laugh. Sister Agnes smiled back. She had found an ally.
"What should we do about the door?" Sister Agnes asked.
"Nothing, for now. We must go upstairs and find out what Sister Mary is doing."
Getting out of the damp cellar was a relief as before. The library was empty.
"Breakfast has begun. Let's go to the dining hall and she what we can find out." Sister Josephine said.
The two of them made their way towards the kitchen. On the way they met with two other nuns, Sister Karen and Sister Eliza. They worked in the small garden plot by the south wall and were hurrying to breakfast. Sister Josephine stopped them and bade them follow her and Sister Agnes. She didn't tell the two nuns the whole story, she only said she was investigating the disappearance of the Mother Superior and that she suspected some evil supernatural forces might be involved. The two nuns, close friends by the look of it, exchanged puzzled looks, but said nothing. They seemed to be close in age, perhaps 25, both were strongly built, their face and hands tanned from working in the sun. Overall, healthy and strong young women, Sister Agnes concluded.
Short time later the four of them were outside the dining hall. Sister Karen made as if was to open the door, but Sister Josephine slapped her hand away.
"Don't open it yet. I have a bad feeling about this," she said. Sister Agnes felt her stomach tighten. Instead of going through the door right into the dining hall Sister Josephine led them through a small side door leading to a room beside the dining hall and from there into a narrow, dimly lit corridor linking the two. A curtain at the end of the corridor divided it and the dining hall. Whispering for the other's to keep quiet Sister Josephine, followed by Sister Agnes and then the other two, crept towards the curtain and peered through.
From their vantage point they had a good view of almost all the dining hall, while remaining almost invisible to those inside. At first glance everything looked normal. Sisters lined the benches sipping soup and eating bread. A few ate alone, but most sat in small groups and chatted amiably while eating. Sister Agnes couldn't see Sister Mary amongst those at the tables, though most of the other nuns were there. She was about to ask Sister Josephine what she thought was suspicious when she suddenly noticed one of the nuns discreetly press her hand against her breasts, while squirming on the bench. Her flushed face told Sister Agnes the nun was in a state of considerable arousal. She pointed the nun out to Sister Josephine, who nodded and pointed out another nun in a similar state. This innocent-looking breakfast suddenly didn't look all that innocent any longer to Sister Agnes and she feared the show was only just beginning.