The Convent (imjessme and Calison)
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 02:31:42</strong>
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				Claire of the Scholasticate would have been able to tell you the precise location of any tome in the academy's collection, right down to the shelf position. She would struggle to offer directions to the dining hall. There a reason she didn't venture out of the City of Scholars much, but she was troubled by the lack of books coming into the Scholasticate's collection. Surely there were topic not yet covered? Claire only left her home of books and ivory towers with a simple heading of West, a direction that would take her through an ancient forest that was still, despite the industrious countries that bordered it, was still as thick as time itself.<br><br>It was in this forest that Claire had realized that she did know the path to dining hall in the Scholasticate relatively well. Though that wasn't going to help her as she found herself turning around in large circles. Looking back on her decisions...this was all rather spur of the moment. What had she intended, traveling all this way with only a few days worth of rations? Yes the outside world was fascinating, but it was hard for Claire to really appreciate it as she shivered through the fog steeped forest, desperate for a heading of some sort.<br><br>Claire eventually found what appeared to be an road of some sort, long since overgrown and taken back by the forest, but the stone path vaguely reminded her of classic architecture from a few centuries ago, the sort of masonry favored in her Scholasticate. Every so often, she found standing stones along the path, short stone columns with ancient patterns on them. She wandered deeper into the forest on an empty stomach along this old road. At the end of it, before she collapsed from cold and hunger, she spied what appeared to an ancient stone keep. And unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, there were firing burning in those old windows. She wouldn't be able to confirm as the darkness of exhaustion took her. 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 03:49:27</strong>
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				Sister Margaretta charged through the hallways of the once-glorious, now rather humble keep, the hardened leather of her sandals clackinrg on the worn stones.&nbsp; The brown fabric of her novice's robes swirled around her ankles, and her dark chestnut hair, pulled back into a loose ponytail, bobbed back and forth over her shoulders.&nbsp; The warm, orange light of torches swam in her wide, excited eyes.<br><br>"Sister Anna!" she called, her young voice piercing through the cold, dark corridors.&nbsp; "Sister Anna!" she cried out again as she approached the small chamber that functioned as an office.&nbsp; "Sister Anna," she said once more as she burst through the open doorway, stopping just inside, her chest visibly heaving even under the loose robes.&nbsp; <br><br>Sister Anna, Mistress of Novices for the Order, looked up from the cramped desk and the paper on which she had just been writing.&nbsp; Calmly, she set her quill down, before folding her hands and meeting Sister Margaretta's eyes with her own.&nbsp; "Sister Margaretta," she began, "would you mind telling me exactly what is so important that it has you running like a lunatic through the halls and bursting into my office?"<br><br>Margaretta was gasping for air, trying to calm herself and regain her composure.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Sister Anna.&nbsp; Forgive me. It's just... there is a traveler..."<br><br>"And?" Anna asked expectantly.&nbsp; "We get travelers here all the time.&nbsp; It's basically what we do.&nbsp; Why does this one have you in such a state?"<br><br>"She, she isn't exactly here yet, sister.&nbsp; That's just the thing.&nbsp; She collapsed, outside."<br><br>"Well then," Anna said, shrugging, "bring her inside."<br><br>Margaretta began to fidget nervously. "That's the thing though, sister.&nbsp; We can't.&nbsp; She's outside the line."<br><br>Anna leaned back in her chair, hands folded over her chest.&nbsp; "Are you sure about that, Sister Margaretta?"<br><br>"Quite sure," the young novice replied.&nbsp; "She's only a few paces inside the edge of the clearing.&nbsp; Very close, but not inside the sanctuary line."<br><br>Sister Anna stood then, pushing her chair back with a squeak.&nbsp; Her robe was the pure white of an initiated sister, trimmed in a novice's brown, indicating her status as the Mistress of Novices.&nbsp; She moved toward Margaretta, her tone lower, almost conspiratorial.&nbsp; "Are you completely, entirely, undeniably certain that she fell outside the line?&nbsp; I ask only because, were that to be the case, we would be unable to offer her any kind of aid or shelter without her specific request, which it sounds like we will not get. This would leave her exposed to the elements, not to mention the muggers, robbers and other highway bandits that infest the forest around us.&nbsp; But," she continued, approaching even closer, "were she to have fallen inside our sanctuary line, we can safely assume that this was her destination, and can take her in without her express request."&nbsp; She spoke with the patience that is reserved only for those who teach the young.<br><br>Slowly, yet surely, comprehension dawned on Margaretta's pretty face.&nbsp; "Oh... oh I see, sister. Come to think of it, I really never have been any good at judging distances.&nbsp; I could very well have misinterpreted her exact location.&nbsp; She may just be inside the sanctuary line."<br><br>Anna began nodding and smiling, and when she spoke, it was as if to a child who had finally caught on to the lesson. "A good point.&nbsp; You should probably go check again, just to be sure. And if you do find that she is inside the line, you should have the bath house start heating water.&nbsp; It's very cold outside this evening."<br><br>"Yes, sister, I'll go at once.&nbsp; Thank you for your counsel."&nbsp; Margaretta turned and left with just as much speed as she had come.<br><br>Not quite ten minutes later, Margaretta, along with another novice named Julia, had brought the girl inside and taken her to the bath house on the keep's lowest level.&nbsp; Water was being poured into a copper tub while the two novices stripped her of her soaked clothing.&nbsp; Margaretta checked the water with her hand.&nbsp; It was warm, but not hot, which was exactly what they wanted.&nbsp; You wanted to warm a cold person up as soon as you could, to prevent hypothermia (which actually was not a word they knew.&nbsp; Instead, it was called "cold sickness") but you didn't want to raise the temperature too much, or too quickly, or they might go into shock.&nbsp; <br><br>Once stripped of her soaking, and therefore useless clothing, Margaretta and Julia slowly lowered the girl into the tub, and began cupping water over her cold skin.
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 18:53:58</strong>
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				Claire couldn't say that she remembered being brought in, but as her eyes open for the first time since her collapse in her forest, the young scholar found herself in the tub. The ebb of the warm water against her bare skin and served only to soothe her into the waking world. It was waking into a dream if anything, given Claire found herself. And with people she found herself with.<br><br>She stared up lazily at the two women tending to her. The gentle steam rising up from the bath gave the whole scene a dream-haze sort of quality, Claire thought. They were beautiful, these women that were giving Claire this restorative bath. Her greeting caught in her throat. All that Claire seemed capable of uttering were the pleased and contented groans as the bath washed away all of her travel sores and exhaustion.<br><br>Claire would keep her eyes half-shut throughout the bath if allowed--no doubt her caretakers would have noticed that she had awoken. Sometimes, in order to understand something, you had just go along with the flow.
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 20:10:58</strong>
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				Margaretta was the first to notice the girl's eyes flutter, eventually opening no more than half way.&nbsp; Both she and Julia could then hear the soft, incoherent murmuring as consciousness fought to assert itself and was only partially successful.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think we got to her in time," Julia whispered as she poured water down the girl's neck and over the very top of her chest.&nbsp; The rest of her body was already under water.&nbsp; The color had started coming back into her skin, her lips finally losing the blueish hue they had when she was first brought in.<br><br>"Yes," Margaretta agreed, nodding, "another hour, maybe not even that long, would have done her in."&nbsp; She dipped a rag into the warm water, then placed it over the stranger's forehead.&nbsp; She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Margaretta had found the girl quite attractive, and was more than a little aroused as she and Julia had undressed her.&nbsp; Even now, as they ministered to the poor traveler, she felt a small stirring in her loins.
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 20:39:13</strong>
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				Claire had a tomboyish look about her, especially with traveling clothes she had been found in. Her body was very much feminine however, with wide hips and ample chest. Save for her bobbed dark hair, she was a classic picture of beauty.<br><br>As the rag was applied to her forehead, Claire had felt enough of the warm bathwater and of the caretakers' ministrations that the scholar was certain that this was no mere dream. "Who do I owe my thanks?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse, but quickly finding its strength. Her head was still swimming, but Claire managed a smile to both Julia and Margaretta. "Thank you for bringing me inside," Claire finally managed. Warm and contented, her body seemed to remember more about its current state before it had passed out.<br><br>Claire&nbsp; would blush as her stomach growled; she hadn't eaten since the last of her rations had been consumed, a whole half a day earlier. 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 20:54:54</strong>
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				Margaretta was a little startled when the girl first spoke, jumping back ever so slightly.&nbsp; Still, she composed herself quickly ava resumed washing and warming.&nbsp; "Well, I'm glad to see that you're awake.&nbsp; My name is Margaretta.&nbsp; Sister Margaretta, actually.&nbsp; That's Sister Julia," she nodded to the other novice across the tub.&nbsp; We're members of the Order of Eros."<br><br>Julia cleared her throat suddenly, meaningfully, and eyed Margaretta.&nbsp; "We found you outside," Julia said, directing the conversation elsewhere.&nbsp; "You must have been traveling for quite a while.&nbsp; You're very lucky, because it looks like you ran out of food.&nbsp; Where did you come from?"&nbsp; She sit another glance at Margaretta, one which said "be careful what you say to her."
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>12-12-2015, 06:29:41</strong>
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				"Order of Eros," Claire gently murmured back. It was a memory trick, one she used when recalling books and texts from the vast archives and collections of the Scholasticate. She couldn't recall ever reading any books on an 'Order of Eros' before. Perhaps it just hadn't been in her section?<br><br>Claire shifted her eyes to Sister Julia and her question. She smiled at it. "I am Claire of the Scholasticate. I'm an archivist and scribe. I...decided to take a sabbatical of sorts. You could say my planning and attempt were ill-fated." She couldn't help but let out a laugh. Looking back on everything she had been rather foolish. "So you are both Sisters of this Order? Forgive me, we scholars aren't really known for our piety. I'm not overly familiar with religious texts." A sheepish smile and a more nervous laugh. 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 02:42:06</strong>
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				"Oh, it's not a religious order," Margaretta blurted out, and Julia again shot her a piercing look.&nbsp; "I mean, um," she was now blushing, realizing that she had probably spoken too hastily.&nbsp; <br><br>"What she means to say," Julia said, taking over, "is that the Order of Eros isn't affiliated with any specific religion.&nbsp; We don't follow the crucified man, or the laughing prophet, or that flying noodle god.&nbsp; Instead, we each practice our faiths in our own way, or not at all.&nbsp; The Order is more about service than about religion."<br><br>Margaretta had almost cracked up at the mention of the pasta god, but managed to keep herself together.&nbsp; "And actually," she added once Julia had finished, "Julia and I aren't quite sisters yet.&nbsp; That's why we wear the brown robes.&nbsp; We're novices, initiates you could say.&nbsp; Not quite done with our training.&nbsp; Speaking of which, part of that training involves bathing the new arrivals."&nbsp; She reached for a small towel nearby, more of a rag really, although immaculately clean, and dipped it into the warm bath water, before gently starting to wash the dirt and fruit from Claire's shoulders.&nbsp; Julia as well pitched in, taking a rag of her own and staying at Claire's feet.<br><br>"We usually have a much larger bath to use," Margaretta said apologetically, "but it's not warmed up right now, because of the hour.&nbsp; Normally we'd get in with you but..."<br><br>Julia cleared her throat and passed a warning glance.&nbsp; Margaretta shut up.
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 04:57:31</strong>
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				Claire too had a giggle at the mention of the flying noodle god. Their order of missionaries were more akin to jesters that disrupted the missionary work of other religions. Claire only knew this because she often saw arguments break out between wandering clergymen of the crucified man and missionaries of of the flying noodle god in the public forum (and by 'argument' it was mostly the clergymen of the crucified man getting irate at the flying noodle god missionaries' flippant attitudes).<br><br>The bath itself was heavenly and Claire found herself groaning contently as Margaretta and Julia worked on her shoulders and feet respectively. She couldn't remember the last time, if she ever had, treated herself to the spa in the Scholasticate.<br><br>"You normally bathe with your visitors," Claire pressed, the mentioned detail not escaping her notice. Her eyes moved between the comely faces of her bathers. Her face began to lit up with blush. "Do you provide...other services to your visitors?"
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 05:21:53</strong>
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				This time, Margaretta knew better than to speak up, and instead looked over to Julia for guidance.&nbsp; Julia, officially, had no authority over her, or really over anyone else for that matter.&nbsp; They were both novices, initiates, even the same age, within a few months.&nbsp; And yet, Julia had always taken a leadership role, especially when it was the two of them.<br><br>"We..." Julia started, stopped, then tried again, her hands moving up Claire's smooth legs, still washing.&nbsp; "We are generally a destination resort, of sorts.&nbsp; Not many know of us, but those who do, they seek out the convent and our um...services specifically.&nbsp; We generally don't um...advertise much, as many are not quite accepting of not only what we do, but of what we are."&nbsp; She saw that this last part didn't quite click, and admitted to herself that she had been far too vague.&nbsp; She looked across the tub to Margaretta, and quickly nodded.&nbsp; "You should show her."<br><br>The young girl's hands left Claire's shoulders as she stood ava cane to the side of the copper tub.&nbsp; Her hands nervously played with the ties at the neck of her robes, and she glanced toward Julia for encouragement.<br><br>It would not have been the first time that she had stripped for a guest, not by far, but they had always known exactly what to expect.&nbsp; Claire had no idea what was waiting under the brown material.<br><br>Julia nodded confidently, and Margaretta returned it, with less confidence.&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers began untying, until the knot was gone.&nbsp; A quick shrug was then all it took for the robe to fall and puddle at her feet.&nbsp; She was entirely nude beneath.<br><br>Margaretta was the very personification of feminine beauty.&nbsp; Her flawless skin was slightly caramel colored, suggesting a family origin from somewhere in the more southern territories, muddled with the lighter tones of the north.&nbsp; Her shape spoke of lithe power, of taught strength, without being especially muscular.&nbsp; Every inch of her screamed demands sexiness.&nbsp; Every inch, except the several between her legs.<br><br>In place of a vagina, Margaretta had a sizeable, although not enormous, penis.&nbsp; Behind it hung a respectable set of testicles.&nbsp; <br><br>The whole area, in fact her whole body it seemed, was hairless, save for the to of her head and her eyebrows and eyelashes.
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 05:48:34</strong>
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				Claire hadn't been sure what to expect when Julia suggested that Margaretta 'show her' what they were. She continued to not understand as her eyes wandered from the sister's light caramel breasts and down along her curves. The young scholar couldn't seemed to help herself and her jaw hung slack as her eyes roamed this perfect example of feminine beauty. And then she arrived at the itches between Margaretta's legs.<br><br>The shock was enough to get Claire's mouth to retract, but instead of recoiling in the bath, the young woman leaned forward. Her eyes were alight with curiosity. And like any curious child, Claire did the first thing that came to mind when faced with an unfamiliar sight: she reached out and grasped it.<br><br>Her cheeks were flushed, but a look of scholarly (and not so scholarly) astonishment dominated Claire's features. She lightly stroked Margaretta, wanting to see if she reacted like how Claire thought she should. "All sisters of the Order of Eros are...similarly equipped," she inquired, another hand reaching out of the bath to cup Margaretta's testicles.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>14-12-2015, 22:01:31</strong>
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				The second that Claire touched her, Margaretta couldn't move, transfixed at the touch.&nbsp; She was still a novice, and while not a virgin, she was still rather inexperienced.<br><br>"We are," Julia said from the other side of the small copper tub.&nbsp; She was standing, moving toward Margaretta.&nbsp; "All of us, from the novices all the way up to the mother superior.&nbsp; We're all... equipped like Margaretta is."&nbsp; The blond sister began undoing the ties on her own robe, then let it fall the same way.&nbsp; Her skin was much more fair, seeming to glow in the low torchlight.&nbsp; Her breasts were larger than Margaretta's, her cock smaller but still not a size that could actually be called "small".&nbsp; <br><br>"There is a fairly unknown secret, Claire.&nbsp; It turns out, not all of us are born as strictly male or female.&nbsp; Some of us... are somewhere in between."&nbsp; She was now next to Margaretta, watching the interaction between the two.&nbsp; "When someone of this third gender is born, no one actually realizes it.&nbsp; We're raised as boys for our childhood, because there is no way to tell the difference at first.&nbsp; Not until the first change starts.&nbsp; When our voices don't lower and our bodies stay more on the thinner, less muscular side, it's usually apparent that there's a problem.&nbsp; When the hips and breasts start developing, well, then there's no doubt."<br><br>Margaretta nodded in agreement, but said nothing.&nbsp; Her breaths were coming more quickly now, and each was more and more shallow.&nbsp; She was becoming erect at Claire's touch.<br><br>"As I'm sure you can imagine, having a child of this odd third gender is... embarrassing to the family.&nbsp; They want it taken care of quietly.&nbsp; That's what the Order of Eros does.&nbsp; We take in young girls with, erm, special traits, care for them, raise them.&nbsp; We serve as house girls at first, cleaning, cooking, things like that.&nbsp; We don't start learning, um, other trades until our eighteenth year.&nbsp; Even then, it's not required that we stay.&nbsp; Any girl is free to leave if she'd like.&nbsp; Most decide to stay."&nbsp; Despite not actually being involved in the fun that was happening with Claire and Margaretta, Julia was still becoming somewhat aroused just watching.&nbsp; Her own cock had begun to become erect, although not at all to the degree of her sister's.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-12-2015, 18:33:58</strong>
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				Claire listened to the explanation Julia had to offer intently. She...actually didn't see what the big deal was for some families. For nobility, sure she could understand the...difficulties in finding a place for a third gender child, but for commoners? Then again, she was a scholar, and most of the Scholasticate weren't too concerned with politics outside the city state. She didn't voice this though, not wanting to appear insensitive. Though, she did say, "I don't...really understand. You're both so beautiful."<br><br>With Julia now disrobed and standing next to her fellow sister, Claire wondered how far they would let her go with her little exploration. She couldn't help but smile at how erect Margaretta had become under her touch, how shallow her breathing had become. It was cute. The dark-haired scholar leaned forward and kissed the head of Margaretta's cock, her head tilting up to look the sister in the eye. Her tongue slid out and slathered the head in licks, before dipping down to travel down along the shaft itself. Claire closed her eyes, allowing herself to feeling out Margaretta's size with just her tongue. "You really, really, are beautiful," Claire said again. <br><br>She certainly didn't forget about Julia. Claire reached out grasped the blonde while she worked Margaretta over with her mouth. Within the bath, Claire's own loins were starting to get primed with arousal. She loved spending time in the company of beautiful women...but she also loved cock. As far as she was concerned, these sisters were a sexual dream come true. 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>16-12-2015, 03:02:38</strong>
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				Julia allowed herself to be touched for a few moments, letting Claire's soft, gentle hands caress her shaft, before stepping back, just out of the girl's reach.&nbsp; She then laced a hand on Margaretta's shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>The brunette's eyes flicked open, quickly took in her surroundings, then she too stepped back from Claire, her cock leaving her lips with a soft pop.&nbsp; She cleared her throat then spoke in a soft voice, just above a whisper.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Sister Julia is right though.&nbsp; We're novices, nut full sisters of the order yet.&nbsp; We can't make any kind of arrangements with you.&nbsp; A sister is required for that.&nbsp; Until then, we're forbidden from touching you, or from letting you touch us.&nbsp; The bath, that's kind of a lifesaving thing, so that was ok.&nbsp; But anything further..."<br><br>Julia stepped up, her fingers gently stroking Margaretta's arm.&nbsp; "I can go find someone," she offered quickly.&nbsp; "There's always someone up," she explained to Claire, "just in case of a late night arrival.&nbsp; It happens pretty often."<br><br>Without waiting for agreement or confirmation from either other girl, Julia grabbed her robes, slipping them over her head and shimmying until her body was covered in the thick brown material.&nbsp; A glance passed between her and Margaretta, a quick, but intense look of burning passion.&nbsp; It was gone as soon as it had showed, and Julia was off.<br><br>"It really went be long," Margaretta promised after Julia's goals had faded down the hall.&nbsp; "I know they'll at least let you spend the night, probably with us even, if you want.&nbsp; But officially, even that has to be approved."<br><br>It really wasn't long before Julia returned.&nbsp; Margaretta had also donned her robes, hiding her failing erection.&nbsp; Had she been fully hard, it's likely that the clothing still wouldn't have fully hidden her arousal.<br><br>Julia entered just behind another strikingly beautiful blond woman.&nbsp; "This is Sister Rose.&nbsp; Sister, this is Claire."&nbsp; Rose glanced at her appraisingly, nodding.&nbsp; She could not have been more than three years older than Julia and Margaretta, yet she carried herself with the poise and grace of someone much older.<br><br>"Claire," she said in greeting, "You must be the girl that Margaretta found outside.&nbsp; It's very fortunate that they found you inside the sanctuary line.&nbsp; There are many in these woods who would take advantage of as pretty girl who couldn't defend herself."&nbsp; Her demeanor was pleasant, if guarded.&nbsp; She considered for a moment, then continued.&nbsp; "It seems that you will need sine time to recover your strength.&nbsp; You may stay two nights with us, and will leave on the morning of the third day.&nbsp; We will make up a room for you, and you are welcome to all of the...accommodations we offer."&nbsp; She made a slight gesture toward Margaretta.&nbsp; "For this, we ask nothing in return.&nbsp; Should you wish to stay longer, or to return, we would then discuss your donation.&nbsp; Otherwise, I will leave you in the care of these novices.&nbsp; Good evening."<br><br>Rose turned and left then, her white robe billowing behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well then," Julia said once she was sure the three were alone again, "We should probably get you to the real bath house and get you ready."
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				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-12-2015, 10:08:56</strong>
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				Claire whined when Margaretta and Julia withdrew their cocks from her eager grasp. She had been slowly giving herself to a lust haze and to have the cock she had been lovingly sucking on taken away from her was a rude awakening indeed. The dark-haired scholar listened to the explanation given, but while understanding the position the two novices were in, it didn't stop Claire from withdrawing and sinking into the tub, where she simmered and blew bubbles into the water. At least she had the warmth of the bath.<br><br>She sat up straight when Sister Rose entered and was introduced to her. Were all the women in this place so strikingly beautiful? "My thanks for your generous hospitality," Claire would finally say, when Rose set forth the terms for her recovery stay. She watched the elder sister leave, gratitude mixing in with the burning question of how long her cock was. Claire might have slapped herself, but once she entered one of her lusty moods, it was hard to leave it. <br><br>Claire would rise out of the bath and seek whatever towel or robe was available or offered to her. "I thought you said the bath house wasn't heated at this hour?" She would follow wherever Julia and Margaretta led her. Along the way, she had several questions. "Your order seems...strict." For the activities that it engages in, Claire did not say with her question. 
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				Post by: <strong>imjessme</strong> on <strong>31-12-2015, 20:43:05</strong>
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				Margaretta was the one with the robe, made of a white material not unlike terrycloth, and slipped it over Claire's shoulders.&nbsp; It was warm, and immediately soaked up the water still clinging to the girl's skin.&nbsp; <br><br>"It's a necessity," Julia said, in answer to Claire's comment.&nbsp; "We must always be careful, especially with the people we take in.&nbsp; It would be far too easy for us to be taken advantage of.&nbsp; We choose our guests with caution."&nbsp; <br><br>Margaretta had belted the robe, tying it off quickly, then stepped back.&nbsp; "We should get to the bath house and get you ready."<br><br>They were walking down a narrow, low-ceilinged passage which was, at least, well-lit by several torches, each held in a little alcove built into either side of the hall.&nbsp; Julia was at the head of the group, and spoke without turning back.&nbsp; "Of course, you were right when you said that the bath houses would be shut down.&nbsp; They are, the fires are out.&nbsp; But now that you're a guest, you have access to all of our amenities, at any time you'd like.&nbsp; And having a bath is part of the preparations."<br><br>Margaretta felt the need to explain that last part, and spoke up.&nbsp; "We have um... certain... I guess you could say 'requirements' of our guests.&nbsp; Certain things we insist on.&nbsp; While we aren't a religious order, the one thing that you possibly could call us religious on is cleanliness.&nbsp; Everyone bathes, daily at least."&nbsp; At a time when a weekly bath was seen as extravagant, this was extreme.&nbsp; "Plus, it's not as easy to stay clean with... um..."&nbsp; The novice suddenly seemed to demure from the subject.&nbsp; Julia continued for her.<br><br>"Hair.&nbsp; Specifically pubic hair.&nbsp; I'm sure you noticed that neither Margaretta or I have any.&nbsp; No one here does, not even the guests.&nbsp; It's shaved off regularly, and never allowed to grow.&nbsp; Most other types of body hair as well.&nbsp; We did notice that it looks like you already participate in that practice.&nbsp; Your hair was very short, but you've been alone in the woods for several days."&nbsp; There was a quick pause, possibly just for effect.&nbsp; "We'll need to shave you."<br><br>"We'll do it for you though," Margaretta was quick to add, sounding just slightly excited by the idea.&nbsp; "All you have to do it lie there.&nbsp; We can do it while they're heating up the bath."<br><br>"Speaking of which," Julia interrupted, just as they approached a young girl wearing a robe identical to those that she and Margaretta wore, although this one was jet black.&nbsp; "Supplicant," Julia addressed the girl.&nbsp; She couldn't have been more than fourteen, and was just starting to show signs of the beauty she would grow into.&nbsp; She stopped in her tracks obediently.&nbsp; "We'll need a bath house readied.&nbsp; I know it's the middle of the night, but a guest needs a bath.&nbsp; Have Sister Angela start a fire in whichever room she thinks will heat the fastest."<br><br>"Yes, sister," the young girl replied, nodding once, then scurried off in the direction from which she'd come.&nbsp; <br><br>Margaretta leaned to Claire slightly, her finger pointing after the young girl.&nbsp; "The ones in the black robes, they're the supplicants.&nbsp; They haven't reached their eighteenth year yet, and they're off-limits.&nbsp; Until then, they just do chores and housekeeping.&nbsp; They're too young for anything else, but you can still summon them if you're hungry or need something, or to get one of us."<br><br>The little group had continued on a few more paces, then Julia stopped again.&nbsp; "Here we go."&nbsp; She pushed open a wooden door that arched at its top, and the three stepped in.&nbsp; "This is one of the prep rooms.&nbsp; You'll be shaved here, then we'll head to the bath."&nbsp; Julia indicated a table at the center of the small room.&nbsp; It was padded, and covered in what appeared to be leather.&nbsp; "Up here, please."&nbsp; Margaretta unbelted Claire's robe and took it from her, hanging it on a peg sticking out from the wall.&nbsp; As Claire situated herself on the table, she and Julia began preparing.<br><br>Margaretta took a glass jar from the prep table and held it up in the torchlight, nodding when she saw that it was still mostly full of a whitish foamy substance.&nbsp; She removed the top, and the room filled with a strong, herbal fragrance that was surprisingly pleasant.&nbsp; She set the jar down near Claire, then slipped out of her own robes, again naked.&nbsp; Julia as well undressed, before selecting a small blade from the same table, its keen edge glinting.<br><br>"We've done this many times," Margaretta assured her.&nbsp; "Actually, we shave each other, and neither one of us has ever been nicked."&nbsp; Julia came to Claire's knees and gently pulled them apart, exposing her fully.&nbsp; Margaretta moved between them, and gently started to apply the fragrant foam.&nbsp; It sat for a moment, before the cold steel blade touched Claire's sensitive skin, and began slowly, and carefully, grooming.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Convent (imjessme and Calison)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 02:55:27</strong>
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				Resting on the padded table, Claire reviewed the mental notes she had taken during their walk to 'shaving room', as she had christened it. She made an additional note to call it a 'preparation room' later.&nbsp; Clare had squirmed slightly when the fragrant white foam was applied to her mound. What hair she had on her mound would have been wiped away with but a few passes of the blade Julia wielded. She had no other body hair to speak of. Claire had several lovers in the past that preferred her shaven, in all parts of her body save her head. Long after parting ways with them, shaving had become a habit for the young woman.<br><br>Like most, Claire didn't bathe that often, opting instead for essential oils, which, alone, cost her more than she would like. "I can't imagine having a bath daily. They actually scheduled bath nights for all residents of the Scholasticate, designating which day out of a fortnight we could use the bathhouse." Daily baths...day and night service...<em>services</em>. The more Claire thought about it, the more she wondered what sort of clients the Order of Eros actually kept. "...I am beginning to suspect that I wouldn't be able to afford your order's 'donation' requirements."<br><br>Claire did not flinch when cold metal touched her skin. She certainly didn't bat an eye as Julia shaved her mound clean. Margaretta's reassurances weren't required--Claire knew they wouldn't have gone to the trouble of saving and then pampering her if they meant to do her harm, intentionally or otherwise. She idled the time by simply watching the faces of her two caretakers. Claire's nipples were still stiff with arousal and her mouth dry with a particular thirst. Once she was 'clean' to the satisfaction of the sisters, Claire would waste no time in getting to her feet and retrieving her room from the wall--if Margaretta didn't do it for her first.<br><br>From how they had been talking, there was an implication that there were several bathhouses within their complex. She imagined the bathhouse at the Scholasticate, an open air room with a large pool of water, steam wafting off the surface. It was the size of a lord's banquet hall. Surely they couldn't have several of such rooms? And that one was being heat for her specifically? If it were the case...no way in eleven hells could she afford to 'donate' to the Order for future visits.<br><br>Whatever she was showed to be a bathhouse, Claire would gingerly ease herself into the water and awaited her caretakers to join her.&nbsp; 
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