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Subject: {ASSM} Divine Love (Bradley Stoke) (FF)
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{ASSM} Divine Love (Bradley Stoke) (FF)

Title: Divine Love
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: FF
Short Summary: Love between nuns in a very ascetic convent.


Story: Divine Love (4,326 words)

The Convent of the Blessed Mary is no soft option for those seeking 
salvation in the Lord. The vanities of clothes and hair are wholly forbidden.
However, despite the sincerity of her belief, Sister Divine's faith is sorely 
tempted by the presence of her naked sisters. And when Sister Love joins the
convent, her faith faces its most severe test of all. Sister Divine is torn 
between two different kinds of Divine Love.


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Divine Love
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Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had 
given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His 
people and it was only right that she should give up everything 
for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the 
Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the 
Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in her 
dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the 
secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and 
off her body. And she was bereft of even the venal vanity of 
clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had nothing 
between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ. 

There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell 
with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who 
had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, 
along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were 
the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the 
convent, which required all its nuns to work so that the convent 
would be rewarded by the remuneration for their labours 
otherwise owed to the material world and which permitted the 
convent to continue to exist buoyed in Godly contemplation 
amidst the vice and corruption of the world outside. A world 
which Sister Divine was forever grateful to have left behind, 
despite her parents' lack of encouragement in their daughter's 
faith, to live in a world where everyone saw the wisdom of 
sacrificing both body and soul to the service of the Lord.

She shared the single thin cotton mattress in her cell with Sister 
Admonition with only linen sheets between them and the 
coolness of the convent's air. Although she loved Sister 
Admonition as one loved anyone who was equal in the eyes of 
the Lord, sometimes as she gazed at her dozing cellmate as the 
sun sunk beneath the horizon she was reminded of another 
love: one which she had forsworn. A love which she 
suppressed while regarding her cellmate's bare shoulder, her 
head resting on the thin bolster which supported their heads, a 
possession which neither were allowed to own exclusively as 
was only right in an order which forbade any material avarice. 
Sister Admonition was a delicate, pretty young thing, slim and 
pert-breasted like herself, but whose flesh was as forbidden to 
her as the pleasures of the touch of her own skin.

She wished only that Sister Admonition had as strict a regard 
for the privations of the order as herself.  So often in the night 
she would be awoken by her cellmate's soft moans as she 
stroked her crotch or nipples, perhaps unaware that Sister 
Divine might also have sleepless nights. This knowledge was 
not something that she would ever divulge to her cellmate. It 
was surely between Sister Admonition and the confessional 
whatever lustful thoughts she harboured, as her warm bare flesh 
lay so close beside her. 

Every morning, she and Sister Admonition would administer to 
each other the rites of purification as they shaved each other's 
pate and the hair of their crotches. Sister Divine felt a kind of 
aching pang as she removed the last trace of stubble from 
Sister Admonition's labia, most especially when she was aware 
that her cellmate looked down on her at her labours. And she 
hid as best she could the warm feeling emanating from within 
when Sister Admonition returned the favour and shaved clean 
her own vaginal folds. The sacred shrine of her sex was 
reserved only for the Lord and only He, should He so choose, 
would ever have the opportunity of penetrating her there, as He 
surely did the Virgin Mary on that fateful day before the Dawn 
of Christendom.

Sister Divine, however, became increasingly aware of Sister 
Admonition's looser interpretation of the sacred vows as her 
stay in the convent lengthened. Her days were spent mostly in 
prayer and work for the greater good of the convent. She 
worked on the design and maintenance of the convent's 
website - a pictureless site, devoid of all but the God's word, 
attempting to inspire in others a devotion to the Lord's Grace, 
and, incidentally, to attract donations towards the upkeep of 
the convent nestled as it was in the trees and fields of the 
countryside, where only the smell of the farmer's manure and 
the distant roar of the combine harvesters were there to remind 
the sisters of the secular world beyond.

One day, Sister Divine returned to her cell early, troubled by a 
headache which had been brought on by so many hours of 
concentration at the Holy Scriptures and the Arial font of the 
Website of the Convent of the Blessed Mary. She expected 
only to see the bare mattress where she could lie for an hour or 
so, unaided by paracetamol or other such forbidden drug (all 
drugs were forbidden). Instead she found the mattress was not 
empty, as she'd expected. There was Sister Admonition arm 
and leg tangled with those of Sister Adoration, two shaven 
heads close together, lit by the glancing rays of the sun through 
the narrow windows of the convent cell. She stood silently by 
the door as she became aware of a groaning and a panting 
coming from the two girls and aware also that their hands were 
slowly and tenderly caressing the crotch of the other. She 
hovered for a moment as her mind was filled with images of 
passion and damnation in equal measure, before deciding on 
discretion and escaping to the chapel where for an hour or so 
she knelt before the altar of the Lord Jesus Christ asking Him 
for forgiveness and leniency towards Sister Admonition and her 
own sinful thoughts.

These last did not abandon her. Their malevolent presence was 
not helped by Sister Admonition's increasing boldness. Clearly, 
having bitten into the accursed Fruit of Knowledge, rather than 
repent she yearned for more. Sister Divine thought again and 
again of her secret encounter as she shaved her cellmate's 
crotch and head, the razor blade sliding over the shaving gel 
and removing that persistent stubble that the Lord had chosen 
to replenish each day. And as she lay on her back, facing the 
window of her cell, as the moon crept achingly slowly across 
the sky and her cell-mate dozed with none of the nightmares of 
remorse that plagued Sister Divine, despite her prayers to the 
contrary. In fact, Sister Admonition's sleep did not seem to be 
troubled in even the smallest regard.

One morning, she awoke from an especially deep and blissful 
sleep to find Sister Admonition's arms around her; legs tangled 
together, her warm cheek resting on her shoulder. The feeling 
was so delightful that it filled Sister Divine with terror. The 
following day was spent mostly in silent meditation and 
contemplation, as she asked the Lord for guidance for the 
torment that this unnatural emotion had aroused in her.

However, Sister Divine chose to ignore any of the small 
tendernesses that Sister Admonition increasingly expressed 
towards her. The slight lingering of her palm over her shaved 
crotch, the chin resting so much more frequently on her 
shoulder, the glances she observed between Sister Admonition 
and not one, but several, of the other nuns. She made no 
comment on those nights when she awoke many hours before 
matins to find herself alone on the mattress and Sister 
Admonition elsewhere, perhaps with one of those nuns whose 
glances had been so obviously reciprocal to those of her 
cellmate's. She chose instead to bury herself deeper in the Holy 
Scriptures and in lengthy prayer, whenever time permitted.

There were only a few places in the convent that the nuns met 
each other in their daily routine. One such place, of course, was 
in the chapel, where they would bow in prayer or intone in 
Latin the sacred texts that the Lord had been so kind to 
bequeath His unworthy subjects. Another place was the 
convent mess-room, where there would be a large twice-daily 
gathering of naked, shaved flesh, heads bent down in prayer 
before partaking of the meagre meals that the convent allowed 
the sisters. It was only here and, of course, in their cells or at 
work (if it were possible) that the nuns could ever talk to each 
other. 

Sometimes Sister Divine would contemplate the friendships that 
were known to the secular world and, of course, the sexual 
relationships sanctioned only by marriage. Had she sacrificed 
more than she should for her devotion to the Lord? Perhaps 
Sister Admonition's apparent contentment in her freer 
associations with the other sisters was a message to Sister 
Divine that her own commitment to the order was insufficiently 
deep. Thoughts such as these, however, were enough to drive 
her to greater contemplation and prayer.

One day at lunch, as she bent over the vegetable stew that the 
Lord had bestowed on her she saw that she was sitting 
opposite a new sister whom she'd not seen before. Like 
herself, she wore no clothes, and her head and, no doubt, her 
crotch were shaved. Unlike Sister Divine, or indeed any of the 
other nuns, she was black-skinned. A sight rare enough in the 
town where Sister Divine had led her life before surrendering 
herself to the Lord, but previously totally unknown in the 
convent. Although she knew that all God's creation, of 
whatever hue or colour, were as one in the Lord's eyes and 
that she should view not one of them as different from another, 
she found it very difficult to remove her eyes from the new 
nun's very dark skin, the long slender arms, the proud light 
brown aureole nipples on the darker fuller flesh of her breasts, 
the long slender neck and the thick lips through which, so 
delightfully, shone a set of strong white teeth. That long arching 
neck culminating in the round shaven pate. Those luscious long 
eyelashes that intermittently obscured the piercing cornea of her 
sparkling white eyes. So this is what a black woman is like, 
thought Sister Divine. So wondrous and varied are the Lord's 
creation!

Like Sister Divine, Sister Love, as this black nun was known, 
had been a software engineer before she chose the Way and 
the Path of the Lord. Her own Damascene conversion that 
persuaded her to make such a step was brought about when 
she reflected on the trivial nature of her professional work and 
how the fruit of her labour was costing others the wages of the 
labour it replaced. Consequently, like Sister Divine, she too 
was chosen by the Mother Superior to work on the convent's 
Website together with Sister Divine and Sister Litany in the 
convent's office. 

Sister Divine and Sister Litany rarely spoke to each other 
during the day. Her colleague was a plump woman with a face 
much like a bulldog and with harsh, nobbled hands. Never 
would Sister Divine have ever been tempted from the Word of 
the Lord by her colleague's charms, although she did her best 
to hide her distaste for the nun's shapelessness and plainness by 
reflecting that the Lord created all men and women in His 
image. However, it was difficult to be as indifferent to Sister 
Love who in addition to her fleshly beauty was blessed with a 
beauty of character, which beamed in an aura of kindness and 
generosity that came naturally from within her and needed none 
of the Lord's Good Word to be coaxed to the surface.

Sister Divine and Sister Love worked well together. They 
shared a light sense of humour and found in each other's 
company the extra incentive to work that much better in 
spreading the convent's message of the beneficence of the 
Lord. Sister Divine truly looked forward to each day in the 
office where she could share again in her sister's smiles and, 
more guiltily, to admire her body. She wasn't sure, but she felt 
that this admiration was reciprocated. The odd brush of Sister 
Love's dark skin against her own when they sat next to each 
other gave her a frisson she carried away with her for many 
days later. She would often look across the desk at Sister 
Love, chin resting in hand, her bald pate and proud breasts so 
beautiful, so arousing, so tempting and so close. It was all she 
could do, as she nestled by Sister Admonition's bare body on 
the mattress to keep her fingers from her crotch, which burnt so 
much with desire.

One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her 
bed. Sister Love and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for 
her good health, promising to carry out her duties in her 
absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her 
sulking brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, 
the atmosphere was so much lighter and cheerful when the two 
nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with their 
cheerful laughter.

"Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion 
had shared an observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother 
Superior would never contemplate such things."

"I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly 
running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her 
breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm 
of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep 
redness.

"Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand 
on Sister Divine's arm.

"Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she confessed, 
bowing her head. "It's just that when I'm with you, I have these 
thoughts ... They're wrong, I know. But they come to me. 
You're so very beautiful."

"And you too!" agreed Sister Love, who suddenly took Sister 
Divine by the back of her neck and pulled her face towards 
her, and placed her thick warm lips against Sister Divine's own. 
The nun was suddenly filled with doubt, fear, terror and desire. 

She pulled herself off. And then pushed herself back on. And 
then back off. Her hands hovering over Sister Love's perk and 
lively nipples. She allowed a hand to fall onto one, feeling in a 
moment such heat and warmth and softness. And then pulled it 
away. And then compelled onto it again. She pressed against 
Sister Love, lips on lips, hand on breast, while Sister Love's 
hand wandered over her sister's pale freckled skin.

"Oh! Sister Love! Sister Love! This is wrong. This is so 
wrong!" she exclaimed.

"It doesn't feel wrong to me," retorted Sister Love, pulling 
Sister Divine's bare body hard against her chest.

The two nuns clung to each other, uncertain as to how to 
continue. Sister Divine truly had no idea at all, and Sister Love 
seemed fairly unsure herself. Neither nun had had much 
exposure to the images and films that instruct most people 
outside the convent walls. Sister Love's arms were around 
Sister Divine's back, her bald pate resting on the other nun's 
shoulder. Sister Divine closed her eyes tight, smelling deep the 
rich odour of her companion's warm, slightly feverish body, her 
own hands guiltily clutching the rounded orbs of Sister Love's 
buttocks.

And all the while, her black companion's hands were caressing 
and stroking her thighs and arms, gasping with a passion that 
Sister Divine could feel in her own self. Inevitably, their mouths 
sought out the other again, and their lips, tongues and teeth 
clashed again: liquid heaven as Sister Divine could taste the 
salty saliva and metallic fillings in Sister Love's mouth. And 
where were those long black fingers probing but higher up 
Sister Divine's thighs to the hot warmth burning between her 
legs?

"Oh! Sister! Sister! What shall we do?" she asked her black 
lover.

"I don't know. I really don't know! I've never touched anyone 
in this way before. Perhaps we should retire to your room?"

"Yes. Yes. We must. We really must."

It was agony keeping their hands apart as the two nuns left the 
office and strode side by side along the corridors and up the 
winding stairs that led eventually to Sister Divine's room. She 
was terrified that other sisters would see them together and ask 
why they were not still in the office. Perhaps they would see the 
hot flush of passion that burned across Sister Divine's cheeks, 
forehead and breast. She half-formed the lie that they were 
going to see Sister Litany in her cell. But then what if their bluff 
was called?

Mercifully, the only nuns they passed were far too preoccupied 
in their own duties to spare the time to ask the girls such idle 
questions, and soon enough Sister Divine pushed open the 
door to her cell where the empty mattress had rarely seemed 
so welcoming. The door was barely closed behind Sister 
Lover, and the two nuns were on the mattress, clasped and 
pressed to each other, clumsily following the motions dictated 
by their lust. There was urgency in their passion. A drive to go 
further. But to where? To what end? Just to be together?

Their legs entwined the other's legs, their arms pulled the 
other's bare breasts and hard nipples against their own, their 
mouths locked onto the other. Sweat and the strangest, richest 
odours emanated from their skin. What was that smell? So 
strong. So raw. So right. And the sloshy liquid oozing wetness 
from between the legs, coming not only from Sister Divine's 
crotch but pressing damply against a moist passionate 
outflowing from Sister Love. Their hands and fingers trailed 
down each other's back and along the back of each other's the 
thighs, and then sought in the other the heat and yearning that 
ached from within. So urgent. So demanding. So much in need. 
Was this how love was? Why had she saved herself for so 
long?

As her fingers eased open the sticky black folds of her lover's 
vulva, it was Sister Love who expressed her concern. "Is this 
right? Should we go so far? Are we not sworn to Jesus Christ 
Almighty and Him alone?"

Sister Divine almost let loose a profanity and cursed herself for 
her godlessness. Don't mention it now. Not now! Not while it 
was so perfect. But idle sophistry saved her passion. "It is men 
we have forsworn. Not each other."

Sister Love nodded, clearly unconvinced, but Sister Divine 
could feel her fingers slide so smoothly along the length of her 
vulva, slide down almost inside, touching the tender burning 
folds of her inward desire, brushing against the hardness of her 
clitoris, sending her into a fervent torrent of greater desire. 
Their mouths met again, their tongues deeper inside the other: 
brushing over the molars, perhaps almost to the tonsils, two hot 
fleshy probes sloshing against each other. And Sister Divine 
couldn't resist bringing her forefinger and thumb together on 
one of her black lover's nipples and squeezing it. So hard and 
firm! And such delightful crenulations!

She bent her head down, arching her whole body, while her 
fingers and Sister Love's continued to stroke and pinch and 
squeeze the other's crotch, and took the hard, fleshy dark 
nipple in between her lips. Such a perfect match. Lips and 
nipples together. Her tongue circled its lumpy aureole and 
eased into the deep indentation at the peak. Such a salty sweet 
taste! Why had no one told her that a body could taste so 
good?

And all the while, she could feel her buttocks tremble, and her 
hips press backwards and forwards against her lover's flesh. 
Hot slippery sweat lubricated their bodies, letting them slide so 
easily together. Their fingers, tongues, lips explored the 
crevices of each other's ears, the distinct moles on their 
stomachs, the short hairs of each other's eyebrows, the long 
sinuous smoothness of the other's neck. And sometimes Sister 
Divine, and sometimes Sister Love, would take one or other of 
her lover's breasts and lick and fondle and nibble and tease 
those nipples, those round contours, those perfect details, 
admired so often from a distance and now enjoyed more 
closely than either had ever thought possible.

"There are other places your tongues can go, you know." 

Where did that familiar voice come from? Sister Divine started 
and looked over her shoulder to see Sister Admonition 
standing above them: a wicked smile flashing across her face. 

"What did you say?" Sister Divine asked, less out of curiosity 
than from a need to gather her wits about her.

" I said: there are other places your tongues can go," her 
cellmate repeated. She knelt down on the mattress, her arms 
spread on either side of the two girls' entangled legs. "Places so 
sweet and gorgeous, you wouldn't believe! Here, let me show 
you."

"What do you mean, sister?" asked Sister Divine.

"Between the legs. Don't you want to taste the very cradle of 
your desire?"

Sister Admonition stretched out her hand and placed it softly 
on Sister Divine's thigh dangerously close to her streaming 
vagina. She opened her mouth and let her tongue drop out. 
Sister Divine blushed, and in her shame at being discovered she 
absurdly grasped the sheet and pulled it over her breast while 
retracting her legs towards her stomach. 

"Sister Admonition. You can't. It's not right. It's not how it 
should be."

"Are you saying that what you two are doing is right? Come on, 
my dear, my love, my sweetest. You know you'd enjoy it. 
You've loved me from a distance for so long. As I have you. 
And now, together with your beautiful lover, we can learn from 
each other."

"Is this what you do with your friends?"

"That and more. Three, four of us. Bodies together. The 
ecstasy. The pleasure. The passion. You just can't believe."

It was Sister Love who spoke for the two of us. "I'm sorry, 
sister. But what you do and what you want to do is not for us. 
Love is too precious to squander. The Lord sanctions love but 
He does not sanction perversity."

"If what two women do together when they make love is not 
perverse, what is?"

"It may not be the holy state of matrimony, but I am sure the 
Lord in His mercy respects love when it is sincerely felt. What 
you desire is not love but something else. Be gone and pray to 
your Maker that He may forgive you for your sins of the heart. 
Sister Divine and I are as one in our love for each other. And 
we want nothing more than that."

Sister Admonition stayed on her knees but she bent back. 
"Come on, Sister Divine. Do you agree with your black lover? 
Surely once one has strayed a little, it is a but a small matter to 
stray yet further."

Sister Divine sighed. "Sister Admonition. It is true. I have often 
loved you too much with my heart. And too often I have 
prayed for forgiveness. But I know that what Sister Love and I 
feel for each other is not bestial love, but something purer. 
Something that I am sure the Lord God understands."

Sister Admonition stood up, with a pitiable expression of 
disappointment. "So that is how it is to be. It will be difficult 
now for us to share our cell together, I have not told you before 
but it was lust for you that drove me into the arms of other 
women. And now our truths are exposed, we cannot continue 
to share the same cell. However, I have an excellent 
understanding with your lover's cellmate, Sister Devotion, and I 
am quite happy to exchange cells with Sister Love."

Sister Divine clung to Sister Love, tears sliding through her 
eyelids and onto her lover's breast. "I didn't know that you 
loved me. I wish it were different. But I am happy now. Please 
may the Lord be with you."

Her cellmate frowned. "And may He be with you. You may 
think me 'perverse', but I still love the Lord and will continue to 
do Him service. But please understand me when I say that I 
believe that the Lord sanctions more in His creation that just the 
love of one person for another."

Sister Divine could see that her cellmate's disappointment and 
regret was genuine. There was dampness in the eyes that she 
recognised in her own. But she was nonetheless relieved when 
Sister Admonition picked up her few things and left her to her 
own love. The door closed behind her erstwhile cellmate, and 
the two nuns lay together, their bodies cooler, and the sweat 
oppressive on their chest and backs.

Sister Love took her lover's shaven head in her hands and 
pressed it onto her breast where she could feel their softness 
and also the hard thump thump of her heart. Sister Divine 
trailed her arms around her black lover's waist and softly wept.

"I do love you so much!" Sister Divine said more towards her 
lover's proud nipples than to her full and dark lips or sensuous 
sparkling eyes.

"And I you," Sister Love replied. She ran her fingers slowly, 
but purposefully down her lover's stomach, brushed her navel 
and stroked the dark stubble above her crotch. Sister Divine 
gasped as a strange tremor of pleasure sprang from just below.

"I want only you. No one else."

Sister Love smiled. "My love for you is at least as great. But 
come now, sister, shall we see just what this pleasure is that 
Sister Admonition recommended for us."

With that she eased herself out of Sister Divine's grasp and 
slowly but decisively moved her body around so that her face 
was just above her lover's crotch. She grinned as she looked 
up at her fellow nun over the mounds of her breasts and the 
long valley of her slim stomach. "For what we are about to 
receive may the Lord make us truly grateful."

 


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