“Bless me, Mother, for I have sinned.””Are your sins of the flesh?””Always.””Then proclaim them to the convent, that we may rejoice in them.”The sisters leaned in to hear, the excitement already palpably transmitted through their Implants. Confession had become everyone’s favourite hour since the Conversion.”I have taken men and women in my bed, and…””This is the language of the past, daughter. Do not fear to name your sins and take pride in them.””Sorry Mother. I fucked ten different people since last week’s confession. Seven men and three women. I offered my holes to them as the thirsty cumslut I strive to be.”Murmurs of approval rose from the sisters’ circle. Quantity was not everything, but ten partners in a week showed commitment; resolve; devotion to the cause through a level of sluttiness many of them still strived to reach.Sister Annabel smiled smugly at the impression she had made – she could add pride to her sins.”The last guy took me last night, right there on the altar.”This led to a few surprised gasps. Not from clinging to the Sex hikayeleri old ways, but because the altar was meant for Mother Superior’s rituals.But Mother smiled and nodded in approval. Sister Annabel’s smile got more insolent.”Fear not to take initiative, daughters,” Mother said. “The world we knew is gone – the life we knew is gone. We are the bearers of the Message. The temptresses that drag the world back from the brink.”Mother – Sister Mary at the time – had discovered her and a few other sisters’ Implants were malfunctioning just a few days before the world fell. It was an updated cybernetic implant meant to facilitate access to the ubiquitous Net, that the Church had somehow accepted for testing in their convent, but their batch did much more than intended – it projected emotions and feelings, in a limited but unique form of telepathy. When she and a few other sisters discovered that the emotion most shared between them was lust, they had been terrified. But then came the end of the world, or almost. Some Sikiş hikayeleri said it was war, and some that it was another kind of flawed Implant that led to it. That seemed likely, but did it matter? What was as clear as day to Mary was that it was not coincidental: they had been given a message and a mission. And they converted. In the ruins of the old world, they had to transmit their lust. Too long had they fought against sin and what did that ever do but make matters worse?”Behold our new covenant,” she had said to her few followers who shared the ‘faulty’ Implant. “Go out into the world and fuck, to bring back hope and rebuild civilisation.” They had managed to locate a few more Implants of the same batch in a warehouse and recruit some new converts in the following months.Their new convent, Our Lady of Desire, had since become famous. Reverence for the old world had saved them in the beginning, but then her missionaries had gone to work, helping stop the post-destruction conflicts in the surrounding region, and Erotik hikaye now a new society was emerging. One of free love and cooperation. The world beyond might be a radio-active desert, but they had fucked their way to peace here. And if invaders came from outside, they would fuck them too, till they yielded. It wasn’t the sex that stopped the violence, Mary understood – it was the projected lust for sin. Perhaps it was transmissible through the link, converting everyone receptible to the message. And who was not receptible to temptation? The Mother of Whores worked in mysterious ways and Mother Mary whispered a prayer, thanking her for her gifts.”Whose confession is next?” she asked.Sister Kate came forward. She was the only one still wearing the old habit, which all the rest had discarded. The youngest among them, the hardest to change. Clinging to the past. When they had all shaved their heads to avoid lice in the days when they had no running water, they had to hold her down. The hair had grown back now, but something held her back. She was committed – both Mary and the other sisters knew, they could feel how lustful Kate could be, how eager to please, how voracious in her appetites. But she was still, for lack of a better word, shy. She would eat any sister out but had trouble with strangers.

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