It was a relatively cool early August morning, it was the Monday after I had my last lesson with Sister Ignatia, that I got called into the Mother Superior’s office. I had no clue why she wanted to see me. I just suspected that it had something to do with my educational progress.

Shortly after I had gotten the message I told my coworker Sister Mary that I shortly will be on her side again, and that I would keep on fixing up an old greenhouse with her. The about fourty four year old nun who currently was wearing working clothes, a traditional nun headpiece and a decent sized cross around her neck wished me good look, and off I went.

The Mother Superior was sitting behind her desk, most likely writing and answering some E-Mails, when I arrived in front of her office. I knocked at the open door, a few moments later the gray haired woman in her early sixties signaled me to come in: “I am with you in a minute or two.”

Five minutes later I had the head of the convent’s full attention. She first checked me out from tip to toe, then a smile appeared on her face. Then she addressed me: “Sister Ignatia told me that you did well.”

I blushed a little bit. The Mother Superior kept on going: “But she also told me that you need to be part of a few more rituals, because otherwise you might fail the exam.”

My head went up and down, then I told the Mother Superior that Sister Ignatia was right, that I felt insecure when being part of, or even having to perform an exorcistic, demon defeating ritual. After a short thinking break the gray haired nun said the following: “Your exam won’t take place before October, so there for sure will be opportunities for you to partake in a ritual or two. And maybe Sister Mary, whom you get along well, is willing to help you practicing too.”

Hearing the Mother Superior suggesting that I could theoretically practice rituals with Sister Mary, it immediately strengthened the horny demon living inside me. But he wasn’t strong enough to take over control, I was easily able to suppress the sinful things that he showed the moment he heard doing rituals with Sister Mary.
Long story short, I stayed dead serious. And I gave the Mother Superior a dead serious answer: “Practicing for sure will help. And maybe, if Sister Mary is okay with it too, I could practice with her. But I would have to ask her beforehand.”

The Mother Superior, straight to the point: “You have my, and god’s blessing.”

I then thanked the Mother Superior. I had to suppress a smile while doing so, because well, doing rituals with Sister Mary, damn it, it was more than just awesome. And yes, spending a lot of time together, it already had made us more than the friends we officially were, because well, a nun is dedicated to god, and god only.

Once I was done being happy because of what the Mother Superior had allowed me to do, I wanted to go back to work, back to tell Sister Mary the news. But the leader of the convent wasn’t done with me yet. She had one more question: “I have to apologize, because I totally forgot to ask, and I honestly haven’t found the time to pay you a visit, but how is it going with the greenhouse renovation? Will we be able to grow vegetables in it during the next winter?”

I told her that it looked more than promising. That Sister Mary and me made plenty of progress so far, and that at least one of the greenhouses would be ready for planting before the first snow would fall. My saying put a smile on the Mother Superiors face: “Thanks. And keep up the good work.”

We then wished each other a nice and productive day, then I walked back to the greenhouse, where a curious Sister Mary nailed thirty three year old me with questions. I answered them all, and when I told her that we were officially allowed to practice rituals together, at least until my exam, the otherwise everything but shy nun struggled to even get one single word out of her mouth.

It took Sister Mary more than one deep breath in and out. It took her and her close to tomato red head plenty of attempts to say the following, very formal words: “If the Mother Superior thinks this is the way to go, I will do as she suggests, and help you get the experience you to pass your exam.”

Once we were done talking, we went back to work. I had made the Mother Superior the promise that at least one greenhouse would be ready to plant before the following winter. So Sister Mary and me had to roll up our sleeves to be able to full fill that promise I had made.

Working in the summer heat was a tough thing to do. The sun was burning down from the sky, heating up the greenhouse, and turning Sister Mary and me into two lightly clothed sweat covered human beings. And that being lightly clothed thing, it made the demons sitting inside us stronger and stronger every day. It wouldn’t take long and it would be time to exorcise them.

It took exactly from Monday to Friday afternoon. It was tough to stay focused on anything while working next to a barely clothed Sister Mary. She was wearing a for a nun traditional headpiece, working boots, tight sitting shorts and an a sleeveless shirt. I was barely able to keep my eyes of her anymore, and she was barely able to keep her eyes of me anymore. Luckily it was mostly only the two of us during work.

But something had to be done, those demons inside us, they had to be fought. And well, we had the Mother Superiors permission. So we planed something for Friday night. A date, sort off. A get together that would happen in case bot of us would survive our work days, and the following diner with the convent in the refractory.

It was already bitch black night outside when Sister Mary and me sneaked out of our cells – that were actually comfortable one point five room apartments – and headed towards the old part of the monastery. We decided to hold our ritual in one of the dedicated rooms.

When we walked by the Mother Superior’s office the door all of a sudden opened. We were quiet, we had turned no lights on, the moon illuminated the century old corridors, so it most likely was a coincidence. But you never know in place that theoretically had more rules in place than a very tightly run military ship.

So when Sister Mary and me saw the door moving, and some light coming out of it, we immediately froze. We looked at each other, both thinking something like “shit” then we looked towards the opening door, and then we watched the Mother Superior coming out through it.

When she saw us, the head of the convent jumped, and then put her flat hand on her chest. A few seconds later the following came out of her mouth: “You can’t do that to an old woman like me.”

No, the Mother Superior clearly wasn’t mad, just frightened. A few moments later she was herself again. She politely asked Sister Mary and me were we were heading to. We told her that it was time for a ritual, time to practice the art of exorcism and demon fighting. The Mother Superior offered us her help.

Sister Mary and me thankfully declined her offer. The head of the convent only pretended to be a little bit upset, because it had to be done. It was a part of the game. We then wished each other a good night, and then the head of the convent gave us a friendly reminder: “Don’t forget to obey the rules, because otherwise it is a sin, and you will end up in hell for it. Because god sees everything.”

We promised her to obey the rules, to stay on the official path, to perform the ritual exactly how it has been done since generations. The Mother superior nodded towards Sister Mary and me once more, then our paths split. She went into her cell, Sister Marry led me down into the basement of the Monastery, into a room that I never had been in or heard of before.

It was cool down in the most likely a few centuries old basement that had been renovated at some point in the last few decades. So there was no mold growing on the old stone walls, and the floor was stone, not just clay or dirt. It was mostly used for storage, at least those parts I had been in so far.

Sister Mary led me past those parts, deeper into the what she told me was the oldest part of the basement. There she opened up a heavy wooden door, then she turned on some lights, and yes, we were in the basement. Or better said, we had arrived in a dungeon.

A very moody lid one. With some big iron rings hanging from the walls. With a wooden altar standing in the middle of the room. Some big candles were standing on it. Two heavy wooden cabinets stood in two of the four corners.

Sister Mary walked towards one of them. Meanwhile I was lighting the candles, then I waited. Waited for what would happen next, because it looked like a ritual I had never been part of, or heard of before would take place soon.

But I was wrong. It was a ritual that I already had been part off, just that the Mother Superior had been the one driving the demon out of my body, not Sister Mary. Who had a huge smile on her face when she told me to get undressed and speak a few certain prayers while doing so.

Once I was naked the nun checked me out from tip to toe. After inspecting every inch of my body, her eyes ended up on my hard one. She touched him with the riding crop she was holding in her hands. Then she addressed me: “I see, the demon is strong in you. Time to get him out of your body. And as you most likely have already have figured out, I am the one driving the demons out of your body today. Not the other way around, as it mostly had been in the past.”

Gone was the nice, sometimes insecure, sometimes sarcastic workmate that I had been more and more falling for since we were working together for the first time. It was replaced by a stoic, dominant woman that knew how to call the shots. It being that way, it made me like her even more.

Sister Mary then gave me my next order: “Turn around, bend over the altar. Speak a few more prayers while I spank the demon, the sin out of your body.”

She got a “yes, Sister Mary” before I full filled her order. Then she went in position behind me. The nun put the riding crop onto the altar next to me, she then folded her hands and spoke a prayer that ended with the following words: “...may god help me drive the unholy demon out of that poor sinners body. Amen.”

A few seconds after she was done praying the first hit landed on my butt. I jumped a little bit, I moaned out a little bit. But that was all. Until the second, more intense hit landed. I jumped less, but I moaned out more.

About five hits later my dick was leaking pre cum, my moaning was filling the room and the pain became constant. Sister Mary’s doing felt good, but so far, horny still was in full swing. It was then that she made a little break: “Have I told you to stop praying?”

I excused myself, then I began to pray again. Shortly after Sister Mary continued the ritual. She spanked me good. She spanked me until my butt turned red, then a little bit blue, and then numb. Additional spanking was pointless.

My boner was gone at that point, but my totally limb dick was still leaking plenty of pre cum. A good sign, because it showed that the devil, or better said one of his demons, was leaking out of my body. But so far, I still was possessed.

Because the final sign of demon leaving my body hadn’t occurred yet. So it was time for something different. Sister Mary came to the conclusion that it was time for me to getting fucked up my ass. To finally drive the demon out of my body. And Sister Mary was the one in command, so I accepted her proposal.

A few minutes later Sister Mary appeared in front of me. She was holding a decent sized cross shaped dildo in her hands. I nodded with my head, I agreed with it’s size, and I was sure that my butt hole would be able to take the toy. After we spoke a prayer together the nun disappeared in my back.

Then I felt something cold running down between my butt cheeks. Then I felt something pressing against my asshole. Then I felt something entering my butt hole. Fuck, her opening up my dirty hole with a cross shaped dildo, it already felt good.

Sister Mary was no beginner. She took her time sliding the toy up my ass. She then fucked me gentle, gave me one slow thrust after the other, to give me enough time to adjust myself to the sensation of getting it up my ass. And yes, she used plenty of lube too.

While the nun warmed up my backdoor, I spoke out one prayer after the other. When she began to fuck me up my ass, she gave me one hard and deep thrust after the other, I moaned out some prayers, until I was only moaning out loud and there was no praying in the sounds that left my body anymore.

Fuck, her doing felt so good. My mind was melting away. Every time the plastic dick went in and out of my butt hole it felt better than the previous in and out. Fuck, I was loosing it. I got lost in the ritual while my dick kept on leaking pre cum.

From time to time Sister Mary spanked my butt cheeks with her bare hand. It didn’t took me, and her too, to figure out that they weren’t that numb anymore. Every time she hit me the pain drove through my body and distracted me from the more than just awesome sensation of getting it up my butt. Fuck, it felt good.

Saliva was running out of my mouth, my eyes were running circles when an inner heat began to build up. Sweat was running down my body, when I all of a sudden came. I had a full body anal only orgasm. I moaned out a loud “oh my god” before I collapsed onto the altar I was bent over.

I was gone, Sister Mary had fucked me elsewhere, she had freed me of the demon that had possessed me. It felt good, to finally be free. And damn it, it was the best orgasm I had so far in my life.

But the ritual was far from over. The demon that had shot out of my body had to be devoured. And no, Sister Mary didn’t ordered me to do it, to clean up the mess I made. She did it herself. She made me stand up, then she licked all my cum and pre cum off the altar, and to my own surprise off my dick too.

Her tongue on my dick felt good. Really good, but it didn’t made me hard. Unfortunately, or luckily, I go for the second one, because going through a second exorcism ritual, honestly, it would have been, and still is up until today, too much for one day, and even more too much for one night.

We then spoke the final prayer together, then we cleaned up the mess we made. Luckily there was a bathroom next door, so some time later two totally normally looking people, a man in some leisure clothing and a nun in traditional costume left the centuries old basement of an equally old monastery.

And yes, we were talking with each other while doing so. We were talking about the ritual, and that we were willing to do it again, if the need arises, if a demon needed to be defeated.

And yes, we might have been holding hands while we walked through the moonlit corridors back to our cells. Doing so felt more than right, but we also knew that it was a dangerous thing to do, because she was a woman married to god, a woman that had officially renounced most earthly pleasures.

But dealing with that, and the intense feelings we had developed for each other, that was a problem for another day. In that night we only said goodnight to each other a few times, before each one of us went into their cells.