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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: The Chosen
Part:
Summary: Sister Anne consummates of her marriage to 
god.
Keywords: F+F

Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you don't like stories about sex with underage 
children, don't read it.
If you don't like stories bout forced sex, don't 
read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your 
area, don't read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this 
story, don't read it.

Find my stories here- 
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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
profit without the written permission of the author.  
This story may be freely distributed with this 
notice attached.  The author may be contacted at 
'MyStories at normdeploom dot com'

All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events 
is entirely coincidental.

The Chosen

By
Norm DePloom

"Mother Margaret," Sister Anne said in surprise when 
the door to her room opened. 

"Sit on the bed, child."  Mother Margaret 
instructed, then sat down beside the younger woman 
as two more sisters entered the room carrying 
washbasins.  Ann was startled when the Mother 
Superior put her arm around Ann's waist in an 
unexpectedly casual and familiar manner.  One of the 
other sisters sat on Anne's other side while the 
other one knelt on the floor in front of her.  

"Do you remember when you took your vows?"  Mother 
Margaret asked as the other two sisters untied and 
unhooked the ties and hooks that held sister Anne's 
habit in place.

"How could I possibly forget?"  Anne asked.  "It was 
the most important moment in my life."

"Yes child," Mother Margaret answered as she gently 
moved some of Anne's wavy hair out of her eyes, "we 
all felt that way.  Do you remember what happened at 
that ceremony?"  Anne reviewed the night she took 
her vows in her mind, trying to recall if anything 
unusual had happened.

"Don't worry," Mother Margaret said patting Anne's 
knee, "your not in trouble, this is not a test.  
That night you became the bride of Christ, you 
married God." 

"Yes," Anne replied with reverence as she remembered 
the marriage ceremony that had marked her acceptance 
into the order.  

"So," Mother Margaret continued, "like the rest of 
us, God is your husband."  

"Yes," Anne answered her voice reflecting the awe 
she felt when she contemplated being a 'bride of 
Christ'.  

"Husbands," Mother Margaret continued smiling at the 
tone reflected in sister Anne's voice, "sometimes 
have, needs."  What, thought Anne as the other 
sisters continued loosening her robes, could God 
possibly need?

"And," Mother Margaret explained as Anne's robe 
slipped from her shoulders revealing her firm young 
breasts topped with large brown nipples and areolas, 
"like all wives it is our duty and honor to satisfy 
those needs."  The cool air, and the material of the 
rob sliding across them, left Anne's nipples hard 
and crinkled.  Her face turned bright red as she 
realized what 'needs' the Mother Superior was 
speaking about God having,  Since she had been 
raised in the convent, Anne's naivete new almost no 
bounds, but she did, having grown up in an 
agricultural area, understand the basics of sex and 
she had heard women speaking about men's 'needs' in 
ways that had made it clear what they were speaking 
of.  

"You have been chosen," Mother Margaret continued, 
"for the honor of satisfying our husband's needs 
tonight."  Anne felt hands smoothing her hair and 
gently caressing her back.  

"I'm not worthy," Anne said, her head hanging as she 
remembered her secret shame.

"We all felt unworthy the first time we were 
chosen."  

"I," Anne said with a sob, "have secret sin in my 
life." Anne confessed thinking about the nights when 
she, alone and lonely in her cell, gave in to 
temptation and touched herself.  

"Our husband knows our sins," Mother Margaret said 
as she wiped a tear from Anne's cheek then let her 
finger move down the young woman's neck, "truthfully 
it is because of our sins that we are chosen."  All 
three of them laughed sympathetically at the 
confused look on Anne's face.  

"Stand up child," Mother Margaret ordered.  Anne, 
trained her whole life to obey, stood up.  Her robs 
fell from her body to form a pile around her ankles.  
All three of the sisters inhaled sharply as they 
looked at the perfection of Anne's naked body.  Anne 
placed one hand over her pubic hair and put her 
other arm over her breasts.

"No wonder," Mother Margaret said as she reached out 
and ran her hand over one of Anne's firm, muscular 
butt cheek, "our husband has chosen you, he could 
never resist perfection."  The other two nodded in 
agreement as they also reached out to touch the 
magnificent naked body standing in front of them.

"Lower your arms," Mother Margaret said, as she 
gently pulled the younger nun's arm away from her 
breasts.  "Do not be ashamed, it is because of your 
physical beauty as well as your spiritual beauty 
that you were chosen."  Anne lowered her arms but 
couldn't help blushing as the other women looked, 
and gently touched, her naked body. 

"We must wash you and prepare you for our husband."  
Anne watched in disbelief as Mother Margaret and the 
other two nuns quickly removed their robes.  Anne 
could not remember ever seeing another one of the 
nuns naked, nor had she ever been naked in front of 
any other person.  Mother Margaret brushed Anne's 
hair while the other two washed her arms and legs 
with large sea sponges.  

"Spread your legs dear," Mother Mary said softly as 
the nun kneeling at Anne's feet reached the top of 
her thighs with the sponge.  The other nun, now 
finished with the arms, washed Anne's breasts while 
the other one worked the sponge between Anne's legs.  
Anne swallowed hard and silently prayed to God that 
she wouldn't loose control and shame herself by 
moving her crotch against the invading sponge.  

"It's OK," Mother Mary said speaking softly into 
Anne's ear, "our husband expects you to be ready for 
him."  The Mother Superior was answered with a low 
moan from Anne whose body was inflamed not just from 
the sponges washing her breasts and vagina, but also 
by the soft breath of air in her ear as Mother Mary 
spoke to her.  Mother Mary gently turned Sister 
Anne's face toward hers then, placing her mouth on 
Sister Anne's, gently pushed her tongue between 
Sister Anne's lips.  When Mother Mary pulled her 
lips away, Sister Anne looked down, her shyness 
sowing on her face.  

"No reason to blush," Mother Mary said as she lifted 
Sister Anne's face by her chin and looked into her 
eyes, "we are all wives of the same husband and he 
expects us to show our love for each other."  As 
each of the other two nuns finished washing her body 
they stood and kissed Sister Anne, each of them 
exploring her mouth with their tongues.  As they 
kissed her each of them gently cupped her breasts 
and moved their fingers over her hard nipples and 
crinkled areolas.  Sister Anne moaned loudly, she 
could not believe that Mother Mary, her spiritual 
advisor, was encouraging her to experience feelings 
of lust that Sister Anne had always understood to be 
sinful.  In the past she had always been ashamed by 
the ease with witch her vagina would burn with 
desire to be touched and the easy flow of sexual 
discharge that flowed from it. 

"Come with us," Mother Mary said as she led them 
from the room.  Behind Mother Mary the other two 
nuns walked one on each side of Sister Anne.  The 
cool air in the hallway hardened all of their 
nipples as the four nuns walked, naked, toward the 
stone wall and the large crucifix that hung on it.  
When the arrived at the wall Mother Mary reached 
behind the crucifix and pulled on the lever hidden 
there.  Sister Anne heard a soft click and the stone 
wall, which she had always assumed to be solid, 
swung open to reveal a stone stairway leading down 
into the dark.  At the top of the stairway a small 
niche just inside the stone door contained one lit 
and four unlit candles.  Each of the nuns picked up 
one of the unlit candles and lit it from the one 
already burning.  As far as Sister Anne could tell 
the stairs were not made of stone blocks but were 
carved from solid stone.  With Mother Mary still 
leading the way and one of the other naked nuns in 
front of Sister Anne and the other behind her, the 
four nuns descended into the darkness as soon as the 
stone door was closed and bolted.  Everything about 
the small chapel at the bottom of the stair seemed 
very ancient.  The three nuns moved Sister Anne to 
the far end of the room.


"The Devil," Sister Anne hissed.  The stone figure 
seemed to move in the flickering candle light.  

"No, my child," Mother Mary said as the three nuns 
gathered around Sister Anne keeping her from dashing 
back up the stone stairway.  "Our husband takes on 
many different aspects.  This is the aspect he 
appears in when he desires to have his needs 
relieved."  Sister Anne looked closer at the stone 
figure.  Short curved horns grew from his forehead, 
his hair hung in ringlets, his arms seemed to reach 
out for her, his legs were the legs of a goat 
complete with hooves in place of feet, and the thing 
that held her eyes, a large hard stone penis jutting 
up and our from his crotch.  

"Bless the Penis of God," Mother Mary intoned as she 
leaned over and kissed the stone phallus.   Each of 
the other two nuns followed Mother Mary's example 
and kissed the statue's stone organ while chanting 
'Bless the Penis of God'.  Their soft voices and 
their insistent hands urged and moved Sister Anne 
into the proper position.

"Kiss our husband," Mother Mary instructed pressing 
Sister Anne's lips to the head of the phallus, 
"bless the Penis of God."  

"Bless the Penis of God," Sister Anne whispered 
after kissing the statue. Mother Mary picked up a 
small stone jar and after dipping her finger into 
the contents anointed the stone phallus with a 
mixture of holy oil and belladonna.  

"Approach our husband," Mother Mary ordered.  With 
the nuns assisting her, Sister Anne placed her feet 
on small stone steps on each side of the statue then 
placed her arms on top of the statues outstretched 
arms. 

"Accept the blessing of our husband," the three nuns 
chanted as the lowered Sister Anne onto the up 
thrust stone phallus.  Sister Anne could feel 
herself stretching to accommodate the penis of their 
husband inside her body.  The nuns encouraged Sister 
Anne to lift herself partway off the penis then 
lower herself back on it again.  

"Blessed is the Penis of God, and blessed is the 
Virgin Wife," they chanted over and over as they 
supported Sister Anne and caressed her naked body 
with their hands.  After a few minutes Sister Anne 
could feel the spirit their husband enter her body 
and she seemed to be flying through the air balanced 
on the stone phallus.  The statue's penis seemed to 
come alive inside her, she could feel it growing 
warm as it twisted and pulsed in her body.  Her 
clitoris was cradled, and stimulated by the junction 
of the phallus and the statue.  There husband seemed 
to have grown extra mouths, Sister Anne could feel 
him sucking on both of her nipples.  A third mouth, 
much to her initial surprise and later to her great 
pleasure, seemed to be concentrating on her anus.

As Sister Anne flew through the heavens balanced on 
their husband's large stone penis she orgasmed over 
and over.  Her body moved up and down the stone 
phallus, as waves of orgasmic joy surged through 
her.  The mouths sucking on her nipples and the 
tongue thrusting into her anus drove her to ever 
more intense orgasmic spasms.  After what seemed 
like an eternity riding the penis of god, an 
eternity of religious and sexual ecstasy, Sister 
Anne became vaguely aware of the stone phallus being 
withdrawn from her body.

"No," Sister Anne heard herself whimper, sounding 
like a voice from some far away world, "please don't 
leave me."  Hands gently laid her on the chapel 
floor, then caressed her body.  

"Don't worry," she heard Mother Mary's voice talking 
from far away, "you'll be chosen again."  Sister 
Anne felt lighter than air and seemed to be 
floating.  She watched as stone walls and a stone 
ceiling moved noiselessly past her.  As she floated 
the world slowly faded to blackness.

Sister Anne woke up in her bed, with her 
nightclothes on.  After changing into her day 
clothes, she left her room and walked to the end of 
the hall.  The stone wall certainly looked solid, 
and it felt solid no matter how hard she pushed on 
it.  The crucifix was firmly attached to the stones 
and, no matter how hard she tried she could not slip 
her fingers under the crucifix and could not see any 
latch.  Sister Anne left the mysterious wall and 
walked to the chapel for morning prayers.  
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