A Hard Lesson -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexual content, Warhammer 40k, Sister of Battle, femdom, bondagey, wax play, Teacher/student, older female/younger male -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By Scholar of Trivia -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- « We are all the servants of the Emperor.», Sister Catena said. « The only question is: Are we a dutiful one, or a rebellious one?”. She inclined the candle she held for the briefest instant, letting but one drop of molten wax fell on the bare back of the prostrated young man on the floor. She noted he did his best to hold back a cry. Good. She pulled the leash of the shackles that restrained the boy's hands, forcing him to stand up, his naked body exposed. “Or perhaps should I say,” she continued, her face dangerously close of his, “The only question is: Are you a dutiful servant, or a rebellious servant?” Even through the dishevelled blond hair that dangled before his eyes, the boy could see that the look she was giving him indicated she wanted an answer. “D-d-utiful.”, he shuttered. He saw Sister Catena's feature soften, and she let go the leash to reach for the leather collar around his neck. “Good boy.”, she whispered as she pulled his face even closer. She then swiped his legs from under him. He lost balance and would have ended up on the floor if not for the Sister's grip on his collar, which began to strangle him. Locking her eyes into his, she shouted: “And how would you prove this, hmmm!?!” With a sight, she released her hold, letting him fall brutaly. At least the expensive carpet he landed on lessened the impact. Be grateful for the Emperor's small boons: That was part of the lessons that Nathanael the Third of House Alabaster, son and heir of the Planetary Governor Nathanael the Second, had started to learn. Be grateful, be obedient, listen to every word. Those were the rules Sister Catena had introduced him to at their first meeting, after his father had decided she would be his tutor from now on. He didn't take them seriously at first. Or rather, he took them as seriously as any imperial citizen would have. Which is, as Nathanael found out, leagues behind the degree of dedication to the rules deemed tolerable by the Adepta Sororitas. This reflexion was interrupted when Catena's thigh-high leather boot made him roll on his back, followed by her stomping her heel on his solar plexus. “Did you hear me, boy?”, she asked. The young noble nodded frantically, vainly hoping the Sororita wouldn't notice his erection. He couldn't help it: Sister Catena, imperiously dispensating her teachings, was the most beautiful woman he ever saw in his sixteen years of life. Her slightly tanned skin, the black leather corset she wore, empasizing her curves, the way she could dominate any conversation by the simple, absolute conviction of being right, all in her arroused him, depleting in seconds his admitedly high self-control. Apparently displeased by that, she made another drop of hot wax fell on him, making the young noble squirm on the floor. “I said,”continued the woman, “how would you prove you are the dutiful servant you claim to be?” Her tone was cold as ice, full of threat and of danger. Nathanael felt her heel dig in his chest as she shifted her weight on it. “Your ancestor, Flavus Alabaster, did commit the eternal crime of Heresy, after all. Nothing guarantees me you will not take the same path. It takes more than a few healthy branches to prove that the tree is not rotten.” Nathanael gluped. He tried: “I-I-I will pray to the Emperor every day, do pilgrimages, donate to all churches, all orders, all convents.” “Ha!”, the Sororita exclaimed, didainous. “You think you can buy redemption with a few gifts, boy? That you can waltz in an holy place, and be cleaned of all sin? As for praying, every traitor says he do so.” Nathanael's eyes widenned as the Sister was suddenly pointing a bloter to his face. Despite his terror, a part of his mind wondered where she pulled it from: Women in tight black leather outfits weren't supposed to be able to hide weaponry this large on their person. “I might as well kill you right now, if you honnestly thought this could be the correct answer.”, she declared. Nathanael saw her finger reach to the trigger. “I-I-I will obey to everything you say!”, he shouted. “Every commandment of Terra! Every word said by the priests! Every scripture, every text!” Sister Catena examined him for what seemed to be hours. Then, slowly, deliberately, she moved her bolter from Nathanael's form. She bowed, her face close of the young noble's once again. With a smirk, she wishpered: “Good boy.” Then she let herself fall on his guts, knocking the winds out of him. “Yes,” she continued, not caring for his increasing discomfort, “only true devotion, an unwavering faith and the utmost following of His Holy Light of Terra will grant you and your House the Emperor's and, in a lesser extent, the Ecclesiarchy's blessing. And with this blessing come fame, power and wealth. You, as the sole heir of your father, are the one holding your House's reputation on your shoulders. Everything that you do, every single act, every single doubt, will be watched by your family's allies and rivals alike, both ready to jump and destroy you at the first hint of weakness. And the only, best defence against weakness is your faith in the Lord of the Golden Throne. Am I clear?” Once again, Nathanael nodded, made unable to talk due to both the physical contact with the woman. and the pressure on his abdomen. It appeared to be enough, as she stood up, allowing the heir of the House Alabaster to breath again. She made a few steps, his eyes following her every move, then turned around and removed her underwear, offering him a full view of her pussy. His jaw dropped. “And since you're so “eager” to serve the Ecclesiarchy...”, she poked his fully erect dick with the tip of her boot. ”You may start with me.” Sister Catena lowered herself once again, this time kneeling, her leather-bound legs on each side of Nathanael's face, her pussy millimeters away from his mouth and giving him the best view of her plump ass, while her head was dangerously close of his cock. “Let's use that tongue of yours for something worthwhile, this time, hmmm?”, she said in a mocking tone, his dick throbbing when he felt her hot breath on it. He started licking and sucking, doing his best to pleasure her, cautiously at first, then a little more boldly when he heard her first moan. Soon the moans became more frequent, as did the panting. Her juice was flowing, and he could see her trying to stop herself from shivering, pleasure building up. Feeling her orgasm was near, he decided to stop an instant, before starting again with renewed vigor. This sent the Sororita over the brink and she came, shouting a word in High Gothic in her ecstasy. Nathanael anxiously waited, listening to his tutor's heavy breathing. “High Lords of Terra,” she managed to say between panting, “is it *this* that they teach to future Planetary Governors around here?” The scion of House Alabaster decided wisely to not answer.