Sister Katherine (20 page)

In a gentle tone, he said, “The general’s granddaughter is bound to be more judgmental than some.”

Katherine shook her head.  Despite Cassidy’s obvious revulsion of her mentor’s acceptance of the situation, Katherine had to defend her.  Cassidy was one of her girls.  “She’s had so much pain in her life, more than perhaps you could imagine.  She looks up to me, and I’m sitting here with you, eating as though nothing is wrong.  She sees me as having failed her, just as others close to her have done.”

Before he could respond, Mary suddenly screamed.  Katherine covered her mouth in horror as the young woman flailed against the clan that held her.  Unable to calm her this time, they carried her out of the room.

Katherine wasn’t aware she had begun to cry until Simdow and Vadef wiped at her wet cheeks.  Their arms were tight around her shaking body.  Miv stared at his fists, which were clenched on the table’s surface as he dealt with the drama going on in the room.

Simdow pressed a tender kiss to Katherine’s temple.  “My poor Matara.  If we could just give you and the others a glimpse into our hearts, you’d know there is no reason to cry.”

Katherine couldn’t respond.  Despite the ultimate futility of the situation, she knew she should resist the clan’s seduction as Mary had just done.  As Cassidy no doubt did.  Katherine was a nun after all, not a mere aspirant.

Was it because Simdow’s clan was so kind that she allowed sin to creep its insidious path into her heart and body?  Had the Church elders been right about her all along? 

Katherine liked Simdow, Vadef, and Miv.  She liked what they did to her and the way they made her feel.  According to the tenets of her own religion she was married to them, though that very same religion would have her killed for bowing to her fate.

It was too confusing for even her faith to divine the right path to take.  Katherine didn’t know whether to surrender to her inescapable future of belonging to Simdow’s clan or to fight them for the rest of her life. 

God, what do I do?  How do I follow your plan when I can no longer see what it is?

Katherine’s appetite had flown.  No amount of encouragement or wheedling by the clan could get her to eat any more than the few bites she had.  At last conceding to her upset feelings, the men took her back to their quarters.

Katherine stood before the huge bed before her, thoughts of the pleasure she’d experienced there crowding her mind and warming her body.  Despite the offense Cassidy had apparently taken at her sitting so docilely with the clan, despite Mary’s terror and Tina’s refusal to meet her gaze, Katherine felt anew the pleasure igniting her body.  Knowing she would sleep naked next to the men once again tonight brought wet warmth seeping down her thighs.

Strong hands cupped her shoulders.  Katherine flushed to see Simdow looking at her, his eyes dark as if he’d read her mind.  Without a word, he steered her towards the bath facility.  Once they were inside, he bent down, grasped the hem of her gown, and swept it up and off her.

Katherine gasped and whirled around, grabbing at her garment.  As she tried to yank it futilely from Simdow, Vadef pulled her panties to her ankles.  Miv picked her up and kicked her underwear out of the room.  Simdow tossed her gown out as well.

“What are you doing?” she cried out.

“We’re going to have a shower.  You need to be washed,” Simdow answered, acting as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He and the other two stripped their uniforms off.  Katherine averted her eyes while trying to cover herself as best as possible.  Even while she did all she could to shield herself and her sight from the rampant nudity, a stab of desire shot through her belly.  The proximity of those large, muscled bodies meant she was unsuccessful in keeping her gaze from falling on carved abdomens, chiseled chests, and strong arms.

The tremble in her voice evidenced her nervous excitement.  “I can bathe myself.  I don’t need help.”

In contrast, Simdow’s tone was solid, steady.  “We are going to bathe you.  It is no more intimate than other things we’ve shared.”  He motioned to the open stall that seemed to have no door.  “Get in.”

As much as her body yearned for them to touch her, to make those surges of ecstasy return, the revulsion she’d seen in Cassidy’s eyes made Katherine defy him.  “No.”

A shadow passed over Simdow’s face as he watched her shrink from him.  Katherine had nowhere to go, not with all three men surrounding her.  It scared her to refuse them.  This was the first real defiance she’d offered since they’d taken her prisoner, and she feared those gentle demeanors would disappear, leaving them forceful brutes.

Simdow’s voice contained soft reproach, but no anger.  “Katherine, there is nothing to be afraid of.”

She shook her head.  “I can’t let you touch me anymore.  I don’t want it.”

A hand suddenly passed between her legs from behind, probing her sex.  Katherine jumped and yelped in surprise.  The hand withdrew, and she turned to see Vadef raising his fingers before her face.  They glistened with wetness.  He showed her the damning moisture, thick like honey.

He quietly said, “You do wish to be touched.  Here is the irrefutable evidence.”

Simdow continued his mild disapproval.  “Katherine, I will not suffer lying.  It will get you punished.  Admit you have received pleasure by the things we’ve done.”

Her face flamed with humiliation, though she didn’t know if it was because they’d discovered she was aroused or because she’d been caught telling a falsehood.

She mumbled, “It’s wrong.”

Katherine couldn’t help but move into Miv’s touch when he stroked her face.  “By whose standards?  Those other girls?  Are you not higher in rank than they?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

Simdow gripped her chin.  His insistence she look him in the face wasn’t roughly done, but it was firm.  “What does matter is you telling me the truth.  You desire us to wash you.  To touch you all over.  You want to feel our hands on you.”

She needed to deny it.  However, feeling their power over her made more juices ooze, then gush from her womanhood.  Her belly grew warmer, and the aching twist of her guts adamantly insisted she surrender everything to them.

Only one word managed to escape her lips.  “Please.”

Simdow refused to relent.  “Tell me the truth, Katherine.  Tell me now, or I will put you over my knee and spank you like a child.”

As insane as it seemed, his threat had the opposite effect of terrorizing her into obedience.  Her stomach went molten.  The inside of her thighs turned slick as her body responded.

The reaction confused Katherine.  She wanted him to punish her?  Was it because she found such peace from scourging that she naturally responded in a carnal manner to the idea of such discipline?  Whatever it was, she couldn’t let Simdow know the thought of his hand smacking her bottom was even more exciting than that of the men bathing her.

Her head hung down.  “All right.  All right, I want to.”

“Good.  Get into the stall.”

Trembling in anticipation, Katherine stepped into the shower, standing beneath the grated ceiling.  Once the three men had joined her, making things quite cramped, Miv spoke and a containment shield went up to keep the rest of the facility from getting wet.  Then Simdow said something in Kalquorian, and warm water spilled down over the group.

Wet from the steady yet soft shower, Katherine kept her head down, watching as water streamed from her long hair.  Moments later, Simdow said something else in his incomprehensible language, and the scent of something slightly antiseptic intruded on her senses.

Strong, determined hands moved over her body, lathering the cleansing agent that fell with the water.  They left nothing untouched, making Katherine cried out in shock as they thoroughly bathed her.  At first she twisted and jerked, one moment trying to escape, the next instinctively moving into a particularly enthralling caress.  No one berated her for her exclamations or the occasional attempt to shove away the increasingly intimate cleansing. 

The most intense part of the clan’s attentions came when Vadef washed her anus.  Katherine knew this touch was the most taboo, and she did all in her power to avoid being washed there by someone else.  However, Simdow captured her against his body.  He held her still but for her desperate kicks that had no effect on anyone they landed on.  Miv grabbed hold of her buttocks and spread them open for Vadef to clean her thoroughly.

Katherine squalled to feel someone touch her there.  Not only did he wash the puckered exterior, but he also slid a finger slightly inside.  The invasion, while unwelcome, didn’t hurt.  In fact, she experienced an even greater excitement than before, as if her body determined to subvert such clandestine activities into a thrilling occurrence.  She couldn’t imagine why her rear found Vadef’s attention more pleasurable than terrible.  What was wrong with her?

After the humiliating scrubbing, Katherine was at long last rinsed off and allowed out of the shower.  Her body remained enthralled with every touch, however.  As the men used soft cloths to dry her, her hypersensitive skin reacted to every slight contact.  No amount of toweling could arrest the wetness between her legs.  Aching need tormented her at their attentions.

Miv picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the sleeping mat.  He pinned her with his muscled frame, lying lightly on top of her while he engaged her mouth in a mind-stealing kiss.  The embarrassing shower faded from Katherine’s mind as lips and tongue plundered, making her writhe like a snake beneath the Nobek.

Miv released the kiss and lay down next to her.  Simdow slid his body next to her on the other side.  Katherine didn’t know what to do.  She wanted to touch them.  She wanted to run away.  She lay frozen, her senses rioting as contradictory demands left her shaking and confused.

The Dramok told Katherine, “Now you will enjoy something new.  I believe you are ready for this.  Vadef, you were not with us earlier, so you may have the honor.”

Standing at the foot of the bed, the Imdiko smiled.  He looked as delighted as a child with a new toy.  “Thank you, my Dramok.”

He crawled up between Katherine’s legs, his moves slow and sinuous as if stalking her.  She started to draw her knees up, trying to move away though she knew she had nowhere to go.  Vadef wriggled his shoulders between her thighs, making her open to him.  Before she could make another attempt to thwart whatever the Imdiko had in mind, his fingers brushed her clitoris.

The melting sensation brought her concerns stuttering to a halt.  Katherine’s breath caught as he began a slow exploration, much as Simdow had done earlier.  Her legs, trembling with weakness, fell open as pleasure washed through her.

Thoughts of recrimination fled to distant places as Simdow’s mouth descended on one breast and Miv’s mouth fell on hers.  They kissed and caressed while Vadef traced her folds, his fingers slipping through the wet flesh to investigate her thoroughly.  Katherine’s hip rose without her conscious control, begging him for the sweet cataclysm she’d discovered only hours before.  He paused from his examination to tug on the most sensitive nub of flesh from time to time, sending token blasts of exuberant passion through her.  She moaned as she fed on first Miv’s then Simdow’s mouths, tasting their ardor as Vadef brought hers higher.

Something with the rasp of the finest sandpaper, warm and wet, settled on her anus.  It slowly slid up, dipping momentarily into the well of her before continuing through the petals of her labia, ending to flick lightly the tip of her clitoris.  Katherine’s insides clenched even as she jerked in violent reaction.  The rapture of the embrace was so intense that Vadef was repeating the journey before she realized he used his tongue on her.

He had his mouth on her. 
There.

Katherine’s profound shock interrupted the delightful sensation until he reached her clitoris again.  This time Vadef sucked on the engorged bit of flesh, and rational thought shattered again as fierce need pulsed through her.  Katherine cried out.  The tidal wave of elation that poured through her had her entire body jerking beneath the men.

Her legs kicked in reaction, and Vadef grasped them to drape over his shoulders.  He now kissed her sex, kissed it as deep and intimately as Simdow and Miv kissed her mouth.  Katherine poured liquid encouragement, and Vadef drank her in with a happy groan.

She couldn’t lay still under the sinfully delicious assault.  Not with Simdow and Miv alternating between her achingly erect breasts and gasping mouth, not with Vadef feasting on her with decadent voraciousness.  The men’s bodies pressed against hers, keeping her pinned and open to their demanding mouths.

“Touch us, my Matara,” Simdow moaned against her lips.  “Make us feel as you did this morning.”

Katherine had not one moment of hesitation, reaching for him and Miv in the desire to make them as maddened as she.  The slick, pulsing heat of them fit her palms as if she’d been made to pleasure them thus.  She pulled on their flesh, as if she could bring about her own climax by giving them theirs.

Simdow slid up, coming to his knees so that his cock jutted next to her face.  Now she could see him hard and eager, his larger member weeping soft white tears.  Katherine smelled him too, a sharp scent like cinnamon, one that made her mouth water.  Only some primitive fear in the back of her head, one that seemed to make little sense in her aroused state, kept her from tasting him as Vadef tasted her. 

The air filled with needful groans and bestial growls.  Vadef continued his carnal devouring, sending Katherine higher and higher with rapture.  His fingers occasionally plucked that small bit of flesh where every nerve seemed to concentrate, making her emit little screams.  Each time he touched her there, she felt sure she would find that wondrous cataclysm she now burned for.  Yet the final eruption eluded her, making her insides coil so tight she thought something within must break from the tension.

Miv continued to kiss and suckle her breasts as ardently as Vadef did her intimate flesh.  She rewarded his attentions by stroking the burning flesh in her hand.  He grunted with growing excitement, his pulse drumming wildly in her palm.