Hail Mary Read online

  The Second Coming 1: Hail Mary

  by Alice Red

  Smashwords Edition | Copyright 2014 Alice Red

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  This work contains graphic sexual encounters, questionable consent, lesbian and angel orgies, BDSM, blasphemy of the highest order.

  For mature audiences only.

  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Start of Hail Mary

  Connect with Alice

  Hail Mary

  (The Second Coming 1)

  By Alice Red

  Sister Mary Three knelt before Father Josh, hands clasped, head lowered. He prayed softly under his breath, his hand hovering just over her simple black cowl. Her black robes were tucked under her knees, her body fully covered except for her face and her hands, her freckled fingers wrapped around a crucifix.

  The priest hovered near her a moment longer, then he moved to the next sister in the row. There were seven of them kneeling before him. They’d all come to the convent under different circumstances, but they were all here to fulfill a mission.

  To ensure the world’s succession continued uninterrupted.

  The priest stopped at the next and newest nun, Mary Four, and pulled his robes aside. His manhood twitched and came to life easily in front of her. With Four’s high cheekbones and perfect dark eyes, Three wasn’t surprised. She had been the favorite of several sessions by now. Three glanced sideways, keeping her head low, as Four obediently raised her head and licked the now engorged penis. She ran her tongue along its shaft, her hands still clasping the crucifix.

  Her perfect lips opened to take it in as far as she could, making small sucking noises that joined the Father’s rhythmic prayers. He began swaying his hips toward her, putting his hands, still clasped in prayer, behind her head to push in deeper. His prayers were now interrupted by small gasps.

  The small gothic chapel grew thick with the scent of sweat as he thrust harder into Four’s mouth. Her hands clasped the crucifix more tightly as she made barely audible sounds of protest. Three wished she could take her hand, but feared repercussion. She clutched her own crucifix..

  The priest was old and quick, at least. His prayer ended in a strangled amen as he came, holding Four’s head firmly so she swallowed all of his cum.

  He passed on to the next three girls quickly, with barely a glance. They’d been here the longest and would probably leave to the Second Order soon and be replaced by newer blood. Three was twenty herself, and had at least another five years here before moving on to the Second Order.

  The priest finished and walked in front of them all, his back to them as he faced the empty crucifix. Three looked up, as did they all. Below it was the empty cradle, expecting an offering still, as it had for the past hundred years since the Rapture, as more Marys than could be counted had knelt before it. Knelt, waited, and prayed.

  And were tested.

  “The Second Coming is at hand,” he repeated the phrase, with little to no conviction, having said it so often he probably didn’t believe it either.

  “So shall it be,” the Marys answered without a pause. He exited with little flourish, and the seven women stood up.

  Three waited for Four to come closer and gently took her arm as they walked out, the rest filing out one after the other. Six led them, being the most experienced among them, other than Five. Five couldn’t do much for anyone anymore. Three avoided meeting her eyes. The woman’s beauty and self-confidence intimidated her.

  The nuns entered the cramped corridor leading to their small bedrooms. The corridor broke off in three at its end. One passage led to the chapel, the other to the kitchen and dining room, and the third to the baths.

  The day had already stretched itself thin and most sisters went off to their rooms for quiet communion. Four continued holding Three’s arm and followed her into her room. Three didn’t know her too well – one of the latest additions, but she welcomed her anyway. Three could understand how lonely being here could be, sometimes. She’d made peace with it – this was still better than living with her drunk of a father in their broken house.

  She gently closed the door behind Four and lit a candle on her small desk.

  The two sat on the bed – there wasn’t really anywhere else to sit. The rooms were small and functional. With no running water or electricity in the convent, they lived a simple life. It was all they needed.

  “Are you all right?” Three asked hesitantly. Four’s eyes were deep pools of black, her olive-skin perfectly unblemished. She gave a light nod then bit her lip.

  Three put her hand on Four’s knee, before quickly removing it. “It’s okay to find this difficult, especially at first,” she said, repeating the words the previous Four had told her, more than a year ago.

  “The trick is to remember why we’re here.” She waved to the crucifix and the picture of the Virgin holding the Sacred Child.

  Four looked up at it, the candlelight reflected in her eyes. “How do they select us? I still don’t understand.” She paused. “I want to be here. Everything tells me I should be here, but…”

  “We can’t know all things,” Three said hesitantly. She didn’t know if she could trust Four. She had theories, of course. She had ideas. She knew what she was told but didn’t necessarily believe it. But she had other theories.

  “Do you think it’s just to get free head?” Four suddenly asked, her voice slightly over a whisper.

  “Shhh,” Three said, fearful she would be heard. She shrugged. “I think it’s become part of it, but you’ll see, strange things will begin to happen to you. I think there’s something happening here, but I just don’t know what.”

  Three had woken up so often in the field, having no memory of what had happened save the lingering scent of rosemary and warmth on her flesh… She pushed the memory away. No one spoke of their personal tests. As far as Three could tell, they all had them. Or so Six had hinted to her.

  Four nodded, looking down at her clenched hands. Three instinctively reached out and took her in her arms.

  “I think I know what you mean,” she whispered in Three’s ear, all uncertainty gone from her voice. Four’s hands reached for the top of Three’s robe and undid the clasp at the top, revealing the black lacy bra underneath. Without pause, Four pushed the robe off Three’s shoulders and kissed her neck, licking her with such ferocity that Three, taken aback, didn’t even think to push her away.

  Four licked her way down as she pushed the rest of the robes away from Three’s body, exposing her black panties as well. Four opened her own robe, red bra fiery under the black. Three’s startled mind latched on to the strange color of the bra – black was the order’s uniform.

  Four found Three’s breasts and bit through the thin fabric of her bra. Three gasped in protest.

  “Shhhh,” Four said, ending in a hiss. She attacked Three’s breasts with more vigor, pushing them out of the bra and sucking on one while grabbing the other. Three gasped more quietly this time, not wanting the other sisters to barge in.. She didn’t want to be found like this, and right now, as Four’s hand left her breast and made a path for her pussy, Three didn’t want her to stop.

  Avoid penetration until the hour is here, the new scriptures said. But they didn’t say anything against pleasuring the body. Three ran her hand over Four’s veil and pulled it off, perfect dark silky hair tumbling out. She ran her fingers
in the lustrous hair and grabbed it as Four ran her long fingers over Three’s panties, applying pressure on her pussy.

  Three’s other hand went to her mouth to stifle a loud gasp. She let her breath out slowly. She was fully reclined on the bed now. She hadn’t even felt herself go down, she was so intent on Four’s touch.

  Four bit her nipple and Three arched her back in response. As she did so, Four slipped her fingers into her panties and found the warm, wet folds.

  She lowered herself down, pulled off the underwear and pushed Three’s legs apart. Three clutched the bed, concentrating on her breath and trying to keep her moans to a minimum.

  Four started licking Three’s pussy, separating each fold with her nimble tongue.

  “Aaaaaaaaa,” Three said, bringing her hand to her mouth as she shifted her hips. Four raised her head and looked at her from between her thighs. Her eyes were dilated and even bigger, the black taking over the entire eye.

  “Shhhh,” Four said, her voice still sounding more like a hiss. “If you’re not quiet, I won’t make you cum.” Three’s entire body shook with desire. She nodded, indicating that she could stay quiet.

  She wasn’t sure she could, but she didn’t care at this point. Four’s breath was warm on her thighs and pussy, and she craved the release.

  Four reached back down and pierced into her with her tongue. Three gasped but held in her moan. It felt so good. The tongue wasn’t long enough to take her virginity – it was just enough to stimulate her.

  She wriggled and pushed her hips up to give Four better access. Four started fondling her clit as she pushed deeper into her with her tongue. A slow moan began escaping Three’s lips before she managed to stop it.

  She was near coming already, so worked up by Four’s hands and tongue. The tongue withdrew and she felt something press against her vagina, demanding access. The sharp corners snapped Three out of her feverous haze.

  She looked over Four’s head and immediately saw the crucifix was gone from her wall. How had she grabbed it without Three noticing?

  Three tried to jerk away, but Four pinned her legs down as she pushed the crucifix in. Or at least tried to. Three managed to pull away a bit and close off entry to the wooden object.

  “It’s over,” Four said, her tongue, which had pleasured Three but seconds ago, now coming out forked.

  Three screamed at the sight. The candle on her desk went out and the room descended in darkness.

  Four pushed harder on her legs, hurting her, and tried to jam the crucifix into her. Three managed to pull herself up and pull on Four’s hair, which came out in clumps. Three screamed again and the door flew open.

  “Begone!” Six screamed, splashing holy water on what had been Four. The creature hissed and vanished in a puff of black smoke.

  Three realized she was naked and began frantically pulling her robe around her. Six barely seemed to notice as she walked in, looking at where Four had been seconds earlier. Three felt nauseated by the lust still clinging to her, now mixed with fear and shame.

  “She’s gone,” Six said. She had been here the longest of all, and seemed to naturally take charge. She was still young, not even 25 yet, with long blond hair and piercing eyes. The other nuns filed in, all wearing their robes but having removed their veil. Three was stunned again by how beautiful they all were. She was mousy in comparison, with brown curly hair that frizzled more than curled and brown eyes. Plus, of course, freckles.

  Her father had always made it clear to her that she was ugly. That she’d never be anything but ugly, and that even he couldn’t get drunk enough to want to touch her.

  “Are you all right?” Six asked, looking down at her. Three flushed and tried to find her voice.

  “I… I think so,” she managed to say. She didn’t dare look up and meet the nun’s eyes. Her shame flamed red on her cheeks. “What happened to Four?”

  Six sighed. “A decoy. A demon in disguise, preying on the old priest’s love of those looks to get into our sacred abode and destroy us from within.” She paused and Three was surprised to hear a soft laugh. “Quite literally destroy us from within.”

  Two, the nun who had been taken in the year before Three, sat on the bed beside her. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Two said, her soft voice kind, her dark hair framing her perfect dark skin. “We’ve all been there.”

  Three managed to meet her eyes without wanting to die of shame. “You mean… you all…” She didn’t know what to say. Got it on with a demon didn’t seem quite appropriate.

  “Well, in one way or another. The tests come in different shapes. This one was a demon, though, so he could have just ruined you.”

  Six spoke up. “We should purify you, Three. Come.”

  Two stood up and so did Three, clutching her robes close to her naked body as the nuns filed out and headed for the bath house. Three kept her head down and desperately wished she wasn’t still so horribly turned on.

  ***

  The bath house was linked to their living quarters by a long corridor. Originally a separate building, it had been connected a long time ago to facilitate movement from the house to the baths, and to keep the women safe from any nearby dangers.

  Three wasn’t sure what those dangers were. She wasn’t even sure where the convent was. There was water near, and a great cliff that plunged toward it. If you went up a trail that led to the top of the hill the convent sat on, you found a nativity scene, complete with a faceless Mary to make you reflect on your own face being in that scene, and an empty crib.

  Further up was the great crucifix, and an open grotto behind it, to help the women reflect on the miracle after the death. Three had always found it rather depressing. Or she had, at first, until Six had told her about her visions. Of a world made whole and sane again.

  The corridor was lined with windows, and the outside world was still and quiet. Wherever they were in the world, it was far enough north to give them a respectable winter. The snow was smooth and piled high, reaching at least a foot high already. A deer grazed outside in the nearby trees, looking up to see the procession of nuns before resuming its meal.

  Six carried a small lantern, and they all filed after one another toward the baths. The shadows were long and left Three pulling her robes tighter, to ward off the growing chill.

  They arrived in the baths, the great stone room built long ago. Too long ago for them to be in Three’s homeland of the United States. She always imagined they were somewhere European, in an old medieval convent.

  She doubted she was very far off. She’d read lots of history books in an attempt to avoid her father’s fury.

  All the nuns broke off and began to prepare the room. Three helped Six start one of the fires. There were three fireplaces around the room, providing a soft glow and some warmth. The water was always warm, coming from deep within the earth. Its steam greeted them all. Candles were lit in and the great windows surrounding the entire room, a very modern addition, let them see the beginning of a soft snowfall.

  The night was quiet, the nuns even more so as they went about the room. All Three could hear save a shuffle of feet was the gentle movement of water, a constant bubbling from below as the hot spring renewed itself.

  “Go to the center of the bath,” Six ordered. Three nodded.. “Leave your robe on the side.” Three disrobed, folded the garment and stepped into the warm water.

  The women were more than familiar with each other’s bodies, so she didn’t feel shame to have them all standing in a circle around her, observing her movements from outside the water.

  The candle light danced on the water as she created ripples.

  She found the perfect center of the water, which reached up to her waist. It certainly wasn’t the deepest pool, but it was perfect for bathing. And apparently for purifying.

  “Close your eyes and pray,” Six ordered. Three lowered her head, closed her eyes and joined her hands before her, letting them rest between her breasts.

  Something was sprinkled arou
nd her and on her, salt, she guessed.

  “There are seven, from the world,” they all recited at once, the old prophecy found lying near the Dead Sea so long ago. “Seven taken, from this world. Seven waiting, for this world. Seven for One, to cleanse the world.”

  Their voices joined together in song, old latin chants. Untrained, the voices gained an ethereal quality when combined, the sound bouncing off the bath’s ceiling. Three imagined the snow around them to be dancing to the sound of those voices – so full of hope, of belief, of despair.

  Of longing.

  Hers held the same pitch, she knew. She’d been haunted by dreams since she had been a little girl. Now, her need to help was like a fever ravaging her body. Her need to be useful, to be required, to make a difference.

  The ultimate difference.

  The song ended.

  “Three, do you know what happened tonight?” Six’s voice was soft and nurturing.

  “I was tested,” Three answered, knowing the answer well. She had not passed all of her tests, and it was best to confess all sins. Five knew that better than anyone else, the woman now mute due to her repeated failings.

  What God giveth, God can taketh away.

  Five would be gone by end of year. It would come as a relief to her, Three was certain, even though she’d never personally heard her voice, or known her spirit in anything but glances.

  “And did you pass the test?” Six asked again, from closer. The woman was in the water with her, the water lapping against Three’s thighs as she came closer.

  “I did not,” she answered with some shame. But she kept her voice steady and owned her mistake.

  Learning is an imperative. Learning is never a mistake.

  “You did not,” Six said, from right in front of Three, who had to fight the urge to jump back.

  “But we live a difficult role, and one that must know forgiveness. We will help to cleanse you now, to prevent further falling. To prevent the demons from sniffing you out in the night.”