Note from Piper: There is a brief mention of the beginning of childbirth in this story.
Cast:
Malici: Medina's father
Mary: Medina's mother
Jeb: Medina's paternal uncle and owner of her oldest sister Abigail
Abigail: Medina's oldest sister, age 13
Rapheal: Medina's oldest maternal uncle and owner of her older sister Delila
Delila: Medina's next oldest sister, age 12
Gabriel: Medina's youngest maternal uncle, Priest assigned to the Convent
Medina: age 8 and a half
Malici junior: age eighteen months
Mother Superior Sister Mary Agnes: Current head of the Convent of the Sisters of Love
Sister Mary Katherine: nun and video editor at the Convent of the Sisters of Love
Abigail's children:
Brittany: 30 months
Zebadiah: 21 months
Carolyn: 11 months
Xerus: 2 months
(Abigail is six weeks pregnant at the start)
Delila's children:
Angelica: 16 months
Devlin: 6 months
(Delila is five months pregnant at the start)
It was the Sunday before Ash Wednesday, and Father Gabriel was enjoying a rare chance to see his nieces and their babies. It wasn't often that both Abigail, who lived with her uncle Jeb in the Smokies, and Delila, who lived with Gabriel's brother in California, returned to visit their parents. Father Gabriel could visit their mother, who was also his sister, much easier, as the convent of the Sisters of Love that he was assigned to was just about four hours away from Alexandria in Barnes Mill. A quarter of that time was on twisty mountain roads that in his old Ford Fiesta.
Father Gabriel was assigned to the convent for the purpose of providing the cloistered nuns trice daily Mass. It was not his only duty. There had been a time when his other duties would have been considered grounds for dismissal from the priesthood. Now, they gave the nuns a viable source of income in recording and infant adoptions. Of course the aging population was beginning to become an issue. Fortunately his brother-in-law had presented him with a solution, and his youngest niece, Medina, was going to be the first.
He would have liked to have Abigail, who at thirteen was a bit closer to the age were initiates pledged themselves to the church, centuries ago. But Abigail already had four children. Her Uncle Jeb hadn't allowed a single period since he'd taken her at age ten. Gabriel looked at her, trying to control her toddlers, while her newest, Xerus, sucked from her naked breast. He knew the naked girl was pregnant again, and Jeb intended to keep her that way, as long as he could.
The middle sister, Delila, was also taken. It was a bit easier to tell that with her, as she was five months pregnant, and even a girl who exercises fanatically like Delila did, can't hide that much of a pregnancy when they're naked. Delila's daughter, Angelica, was in with the scrum of toddlers on the floor, the sixteen-month-old playing a game with some balls with her twenty-one-month old cousin Zebadiah and eleven-month-old cousin Carolyn. Delila had just picked up her six-month-old baby Devlin to nurse. No, she was taken by his older brother and no longer suitable for the convent.
That left eight-and-a-half year old Medina. She was the only one of her sisters not to sport a tiara from the Tiara Room. She was still dressed in the modest dress she'd worn to church, not showing her nakedness to the world like her sisters were. Gabriel liked girls who were modest in public. With her just-below-the-knee length navy dress and white cardigan sweater, Medina was that. Judging from the way she was playing with her oldest niece, thirty-month old Brittany, who seemed to be content to sit her naked behind on Medina's lap, she was good with the little ones too. Of course, that didn't really matter for the Church's plan.
Gabriel fingered the special necklace with its pectoral cross that he would soon be putting on his youngest niece. He could feel its smooth gold plated form, and knew that it was a good thing that his brother-in-law worked for the firm that made The Tiara Room's tiaras, and was a good son of the Church. Otherwise, the cross his hand now closed around would not exist. Unlike the tiaras, the cross didn't require as much battery replacement. It charged itself with movement. He was not going to suffer the problem that Jeb had reported with the battery going out while Abigail was six months pregnant with her first.
Today would be the day that he took Medina. It had to be today. He couldn't wait for another fertile period, when the mind control devices were activated most effectively. That would fall during Lent, and his very penitent flock monopolized his attention in the confessional then. Not that Medina had many fertile periods before. She'd actually only had two periods. This morning, before she had woken up, his sister had confirmed that her youngest daughter would be at her most fertile around noon, with the testing stick. By three, Gabriel intended to have taken care of that, and be escorting the new initiate to the convent.
Medina was not worried about becoming naked and pregnant like her older sisters yet. She figured that it was some time in her future, but not any time soon. She was eight, and her sisters hadn't been taken to The Tiara Room until they turned ten. Medina had seen what happened to her sisters, and how the tiara had changed them.
Both of her sisters had not wanted to have children any time soon. Abby had been a tomboy, always into sports. She'd left for her soccer game having forsworn just about any girly activity. Then five-year-old Medina had been surprised when she'd come home naked, with that white stuff leaking from her vagina. She'd been even more surprised when Uncle Jeb had taken Abby right in the living room. Not that Medina had been supposed to be up at the time. She was pretty sure that no one knew that she'd witnessed that.
Then fourteen months later, she'd witnessed the transformation of her other sister. Dee had been a book worm, the smartest girl that Medina had know. She'd skipped three grades. Not that Abby hadn't been smart, having skipped a grade. Medina had just recently skipped a grade to fourth, herself. Dee, however, was almost obsessive about it. That hadn't been the case since Uncle Rafe had taken Dee to the Tiara Room. She'd left in her best velvet and satin dress, and returned just like Abby had, naked and leaking an Uncle's seed. Neither of her sisters had spent a day in school since.
Having already seen what had happened to Abby, in fact having seen her first niece, Medina had professed that she wasn't going to The Tiara Room, after that. There was no way she was going to end up naked and pregnant. Most girls she knew who hadn't gone to The Tiara Room, said the same. The girls she knew who had were generally naked and or pregnant at least some of the time. Of course those girls also were older than she was.
"Medina, I have a present for you from the Sisters that I serve," her Uncle Gabe said. He held out a necklace with a cross on it. She'd always wanted a necklace of her own, but no one had ever got one for just her.
"Put it on me," Medina said, holding up her dark hair so it could be put on.
Uncle Gabe put the necklace around her, and Medina let her hair down right after he was done. As soon as her hair fell back down on her back, Medina felt something change. It was as if there was a tickle in her brain.
"So, Medina, name one vow that nuns take," Uncle Gab asked, from where he stood in front of her.
The word came to without thought. "Obedience."
"Do you profess obedience to the Church and your superiors in the Church?" Father Gabe asked.
"I do," Medina replied, even as she found herself puzzled by her words.
"As a daughter of the Church, I ask that you show your obedience to our words," Father Gabe said. "Reach up under your dress, remove your panties, and present them to me."
Medina found herself following Father Gabe's orders, pulling up her dress enough so she could push down her panties. Removing them, she handed them to Father Gabe.
"You will not wear them again," Father Gabe professed. "As a nun, you also take a vow of poverty. From this point forward, all you own is your necklace, which you will never take off, even in the shower. You do not own your shoes or socks. Remove them."
Medina took off her socks and shoes.
"You do not own your sweater. Remove it."
She removed her sweater. As she threw it down on the floor, she wondered why she had taken it off.
"You do not own your dress. Remove it."
She removed her dress. As it lay on the floor, she wondered why she'd stripped to nakedness.
"The Church owns your body, from your head to your toes. It decides what shall be covered, and what shall not. Before we leave today, I shall provide you with modest clothing. Do you agree to take this profession?"
"I do," Medina said, forgetting that she owned anything but the necklace.
"Finally, in ages past, there was a vow of chastity. The church has dispensed with this vow. Instead, we ask for a vow of faithfulness, enforced by your obedience to the Church. You shall be faithful to your order, and the priest assigned to your convent. Only through him shall you bear fruit for the Church."
Medina found herself staring at Father Gabe's crotch, as his pants dropped His cock was big to her eyes, and she wanted it inside her. She felt her crotch getting damp for the first time.
"Do you agree to these vows, and to dedicating your life, your body, and your womb to the Lord?"
"I do," Medina said, as her still untouched body shuddered her first true orgasm.
"Then, lay before me, and I shall baptize you once again, this time with the seed of the church in your womb."
Medina found herself laying on top of the coffee table, an altar to lose her virginity to her uncle and the Church. She looked up, focused on Father Gabe's roman collar as his cock entered her tight, virgin pussy. She felt pain as he took her virginity, but then pleasure, oh so much pleasure as he continued to thrust inside her young body. She couldn't stop it. Something told her she didn't want it to stop, even though she knew it was making her just like her sisters were.
They came, Medina's body arching up against her uncle's crotch, as his cock filled her with her first load of the seed of her obedience. Her free will, a gift of God, was gone, surrendered to the Church in the midst of her pleasure. Even her name was gone. The pleasure spreading from her body pushed everything into the light. She was nothing but the Church's.
As Father Gabe pulled out from her, allowing his seed to ooze from her pussy, he gave her what she was. "Welcome to the Sisters of Love, Sister Mary Medina."
As she laid, naked on the coffee table, her new role and identity soaked into her, like Father Gabriel's seed was. She was now Sister Mary Medina, nun and servant of God. Her old life was quickly becoming distant memories, with the rules and expectations replaced by those of the Sisterhood. She saw her former sisters, the witnesses to her initiation, but they were no longer her sisters. They were part of the community which her order served.
Sister Mary Medina saw the girl she now only identified as Delila, with her swollen womb. Someday, she knew that she would have a baby growing in her, hopefully soon, hidden under the robes that she knew Father Gabriel was preparing for her. She felt someone placing a pillow under her behind, as her eyes closed with the exhaustion of initiation. Oh how she wanted a baby growing inside her.
Sister Mary Medina was glad her habit kept her hair back, as her condition caused her to move her morning prayers to the toilet. There was a flash as Father Gabriel caught her bending over the toilet, with her last meal coming up. He was documenting all of her changes.
She now wore the red robes of the Sisters of Love, and that was all. Her cross kept her accepting of her new contemplative life. It also made her quite willing to be filmed being taken over and over again by Father Gabriel.
Sister Mary Medina lived a simple life of prayer, now. Her days shuffled between her room and its bed with its thin mattress, the chapel, and the dinning hall. Mother Superior Mary Agnes had promised that when the weather improved, she would be taught now to care for the convent's garden. Sister Mary Medina looked forward to that, as she looked forward to having the cause of her current condition.
The waves of nausea receded, and Sister Mary Medina stood before Father Gabriel. He poured a red liquid on a spoon, and fed it to her. She swallowed it, before following Father Gabriel to the room they'd be filming in today.
She could feel the effects of the liquid already, as her obedient body began to feel wet down there. Father Gabriel opened the door to the library, revealing the a pile of artfully arranged books. Sister Mary Medina knew exactly how her morning was going to go now.
Father Gabriel uploaded the latest video to the pay-per-view server that was run for the convent. Since his niece had joined the convent, it had moved from being deep in debt from the late Mother Superior's illness to being quite flush with cash. The nuns had no problem funding the works of charity that they had long been known for. Father Gabriel figured that by the time his niece gave birth, they'd have a decade lasting endowment funded.
Since the almost nine-year-old had started to show, and given her age and the fact that Father Gabriel had put twins in his niece, that had happened early, the demand for the videos of Sister Mary Medina had increased. And it wasn't just the sex videos, either. Father Gabriel remained puzzled about how the video of the girl singing Ave Maria while waddling around to pick vegetables for the daily meal in the convents garden got so many hits. She wasn't even naked.
The Church hadn't planned on Sister Mary Medina having twins. Her obedience, her attire, her life style, that had been planned. They'd made a real effort to keep her looking as young as possible since she'd arrived at the convent. Her pubic hair was gone, every follicle destroyed. Her pituitary gland had been decimated. Certain growth hormones would never be produced by her body. Pregnancy had changed her body, but would only do so much. She would be four foot three for the rest of her life, with small breasts that would barely break into B-cups when she was lactating. They'd even stocked up on some special lotion that would restore the small breasts once lactation ended. The Church planned for everything it could.
Father Gabriel watched the video of him taking his niece to make sure the upload was completed right. Or at least that's what he told himself. He was sure he was going to have plenty to confess the next time he went to confession. Sister Mary Katherine had edited this one to perfection, showing Sister Mary Medina fucked from both ends by him and the Bishop. The Bishop was hoping to be able to come back after Sister Mary Medina gave birth. He wanted to knock her up on the altar.
Father Gabriel would obey his bishop, and secretly hope his seed beat the Bishop's next time.
Sister Mary Medina was kneeling in prayer in the chapel when the first sharp pain of labor hit. Her hands reach down to feel her swollen belly through the thick scarlet robes of her Sisterhood. Not even the loose robes of her order could disguise the nine-year-old's eight-and-a-half months pregnant with twins belly. She wore nothing under her robes. Quite often, she wore nothing but her headdress and cross, especially when they were filming.
Sister Mary Medina had been told that films of her, especially as her belly had grown, were the most popular and greatest earners for the Sisterhood. Pride was a sin she no longer had, as she had continued to humbly exert her body for the Sisterhood's benefit. God rewarded her with pleasure.
Carefully, Sister Mary Medina stood and headed out of the chapel to the room that the latest milestone in her life was to be filmed. It was the small cell where she slept on a thin uncovered mattress. She wasn't even allowed a sheet, much less a blanket. She dropped her robes onto the floor, but left her headdress on, as well as her cross. She never took off the cross.
Then, as contractions began to come one after another, Sister Mary Medina squatted on her bed, moving into the position she'd been trained to take for her labor, alone, watched only by the camera, and whoever might be monitoring it at the moment. Her water burst, and with the next contraction, she began to push out the pair of occupants that she had grown in her nine-year-old womb.
Mary had never visited the convent her youngest daughter had joined before. Mary hadn't actually traveled a lot in her life. She was sure, if it wasn't for her High School band taking that trip to DC for the Inauguration Parade her freshman year, when she was just thirteen, she'd still be living in Desert Center. She certainly wouldn't have ended up going to The Tiara Room with the band director's nephew and leaving with his baby in her belly. She hadn't returned to Desert Center since.
Delila hadn't quite been born on Abigail's heels. Not like both of her eldest girls were producing anyway. She'd married Mal three weeks after she had Delia, before he left for college. Mary knew that a lot of girls ended up getting married to the boys who controlled them during puberty, even after the control was gone. Most of them never had another child, but Mary had Medina and her two-and-a-half-year-old son Malici junior. She probably wasn't going to have another one, but then again, she hadn't expected to have Medina.
Medina had just given birth to her Uncle Gabe's baby girls, but in her new role as Sister Mary Medina, she could not raise them, and Mary wanted to have at least one of her grandchildren nearby, even if she had to raise them. Abigail lived in Tennessee with her brood of now five. Delila was all the way across the country in California, living in the family home with her three. So she'd made sure part of the deal that got Medina so early would give her the results of Medina's first pregnancy.
She didn't expect that her brother Gabe would put twins in her youngest daughter's womb. When she'd heard the news, she'd been a bit unsure about the deal. Raising her eldest girls with a year and a quarter of age between them had been an exercise of patience that had nearly caused her to pull her hair out. Medina had been much easier to handle.
Mary stood with her husband in the narthex of the convent's church, awaiting her daughter and granddaughters. She was naked and her breasts were already leaking milk, just a day after she'd taken the drug to activate them. Not that she'd been dry long. Junior had been nursing until he turned two. She felt Mal touch her pussy, sending a pulse of well trained pleasure through her body. There were some things that didn't end when the tiara was gone. The reaction of her bare twenty-five year old pussy to the slightest of touches was one of them. The ease with which she followed his ideas was another.
Medina entered the room naked from the neck down, carrying her two babies, wrapped in swaddling cloths, in her arms. It had been two weeks since she had given birth, and she hadn't completely recovered her pre-pregnancy form, still having a little bit of a belly. Her breasts still were not that big, and she had not grown any pubic hair that her mother could tell.
"Mother, Father," Medina began. "I present to you my children, your grandchildren, and ask you, with the assistance of the Church, to raise them, as I can not."
"What have you named your children?" her father asked.
"I have not named them," Medina said, as Mary carefully took the twins into her arms.
The babies almost immediately found Mary's breasts, and began to nurse. "Then I shall name them Faith and Charity, as I take them as your sisters," Mary said, "To have and to hold, to raise and care, as your vows do not allow you."
"I shall take your children, daughter, to raise as my own, with but one condition," her father said.
"The condition is yours, whatever you ask, father," Medina replied.
Then today, your first fertile day after your first babies were born, your body is mine. If it should be that I am successful, I shall take the fruit you bear for me to raise as well."
Mary watched as her husband dropped his pants, revealing his hard cock. She couldn't have stopped him from thrusting into her religiously professed daughter on the floor of the church. Not with her hands full of nursing babies. Nursing always made her feel just a little bit aroused, something that Mal had encouraged, but watching her nine-year-old daughter be made love to with the hope of putting another baby inside her drove Mary to new levels, all without any further touch to her pussy.
As Medina cried out with pleasure, reaching her peak as her father filled her womb with his seed, Mary echoed her orgasmic cries. Mother and daughter announced what was happening to the daughter, just outside the sanctuary where their brother/uncle was finishing saying Mass.
Mary was not surprised nine months later when baby Hope, daughter of Medina and her father, was brought to the apartment to be raised with her half-sisters and half-brother.
