Anna Hawthrone had asserted her dominance on all the other sisters.
With their souls bound to her, none could resist her orders.
She turned the main altar into a throne, and she would sit there with the large statue of Saint Agatha behind her.
Anna spent her days taking care of the young Saint.
Years slowly passed, and the Saint grew.
One fine morning, when Anna sat on her throne, taking in the news from the sisters, one of the Sisters came running in.
"High Priestess!! The Saint!! The Saint fell from the tree, and he is injured!"
Annas eyes widened, and she stood up and rushed to the garden where the Saint spent most of his time playing.
The Saint had been a spirited boy, always running, climbing trees, jumping down the stairs. The sisters were exhausted trying to keep up with him and doing their best to stop him from injuring himself because they all genuinely cared for the boy. Still, more than that, they all feared The High Priestesses' rage.
Anna and the sisters ran to the garden. They expected to find the boy injured, only to find him standing there with a large smile on his face.
Anna turned to the one who had come running through the door with a questioning look.
"I don't understand...he had a broken arm, he fell from the tree.."
Anna walked towards the boy and inspected him carefully. Apart from the dirt on his clothes, there was no sign of injury.
She held the boy's head gently.
"What happened to your injury?" she asked with a smile.
The boy smiled sheepishly. "I healed it, just like the sisters always heal me when I'm injured."
Anna and her sisters were all shocked. A 6-year old using magic was unheard of, not to mention that healing magic was more complex and needed years of training.
Anna couldn't help but smile! "You really are blessed" she patted the boy's head. Why don't you stay here and keep playing?"
The boy didn't need to be told twice. He ran off straight through the trees while Sisters followed him closely.
Anna turned with a darkened expression, glaring at the Sister who was supposed to be watching the boy.
"You follow me."
The Sisters all knew what awaited her, punishment and humiliation. Anna did not tolerate anything happening to the Saint, and those who failed their duty were punished severely.
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The young Sister bowed low, begging for forgiveness.
"High priestess, please forgive my negligence. It will never happen again," She grovelled.
"The Saint got injured, and you wish me to forgive you." Anna snorted.
Anna had a dark side, and she took it out on the sisters day after day.
"Strip" she ordered
"it will never happen again, High Priestess!!"
"I said strip."
The young girl stood up and slowly unbuttoned her robe before allowing it to fall to the floor.
Anna smiled. She loved the power!! it was intoxicating
"Then crawl here, and pray for your forgiveness!!"
The young girl crawled towards her, with her head bowed low
"Kiss the feet of the Saints Mother and atone for your sins!"
The young Sister shivered, she could not refuse a request, and she lowered her head and slowly kissed The High Priestess's feet.
"If you want to atone for your sin, you must try harder."
Anna shoved her toe mercilessly into the girl's mouth
Lick it!
The Sister could not help but stick her tongue between her toes, licking it enthusiastically.
Anna looked down at her, and she couldn't help but feel pleasure at this young girl's humiliation.
She lifted her robe up. You must drink from the mother's essence to cleanse your skin...
The Sister looked up at her helplessly before crawling under the robe and reaching in.
Anna moaned as the tongue touched her.
She dropped her robe, covering the girl between her legs, Grabbing her head under the robe!
"Yes, drink of the Saint mother", she raised her hip, mercilessly pushing down the girl's head, holding it firmly against her pelvis.
Anna spasmed, her breathing heavy. Her chest heaving from the intense climax.
"Yes!! Yes!! Your Sins....ah....your sins...are...ahhhh...forgiven!!" Her hips raised off her throne before she lumped back down.
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8 years had passed, and Anna had solidified herself as the Queen of the Church. The Sisters all referred to her as Saint Mother! Each one had drank the essence of the Saint Mother.
They treated her as if she herself was blessed. Her greed and perversions had taken her beyond heights she had never imagined.
She even went further and bought young female slaves from the mainland once she had gotten bored of the sisters.
But through all of that, she never allowed anyone to become close to the Saint.
Even going so far as to refuse them to communicate with the boy unless he asked them a direct question. If they did, she would punish them.
She even continued to breastfeed the boy, telling him it was a blessed drink, only meant for him. She had turned her breastfeeding sessions into some sort of ritual.
The sisters would clean her, comb her hair and dress her up.
They would then escort her to the Saints room, where she would undress and lay naked on the bed.
The Saint, also nude, would get on top and drink from her while the others all watched while bowing. Anna had even taken to pleasuring herself on occasion. Once the Saint had had his fill and left the room, she would then have the sisters lick her whole body clean.
She was drunk on power, which was new to her. When Anna first joined the Church, she had been a teacher and a healer. She was pure and innocent. Never having been touched by anyone. She had always avoided the other sex. Working hard to shape the young minds of young mages and healing those who were ill.
Now she was consumed by power, and she had no idea how far she would go, but she was constantly pushing herself further and further into the pit of darkness.
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Anna sat on the large makeshift throne as the original 13 sisters bowed to her.
"Saint Agatha has shown me a vision!! We need to carry out a special ritual! The young Saint is amazingly gifted, and now it is time for the Saint to Awakening. We shall be carrying out the ritual tonight."
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Night fell on the small island, and the sisters gathered in the small circular room, which they carried out the ritual 10 years ago. Anna had ordained herself as the high priestess in this very room.
The Saint stood in the middle wearing a white robe. The young boy was happy as always. Anna walked in and behind her were 2 of the new sisters carrying a large chest.
"Place the chest at the Saint's Feet."
The 2 carried the chest and placed it there.
"My young Saint, open the chest and receive a great gift from Saint Agatha."
The boy opened the chest, there was a large gold gilded book.
The books title was written in a language he did not understand.
"Mother, what is this book?"
"This is a gift left here to us by Saint Agatha. It was meant for you, The High Born."
The boy picked it up, and the book glowed brightly! But then something unexpected happened, black smoke oozed from the book and slowly covered the boy!
"Mother!! I feel weak!" He yelled. The boy was confused by everything that was happening. He felt his energy being sapped, and he felt something trying to infiltrate his body.
The Saintess moved closer and supported him. She was expecting this. They all were as they had all seen it in their visions.
"Do not fight it, child. This is the blessing of the Saint" she helped him onto the bed and helped him lie down.
"Rest and close your eyes, and there is no need to fight it."
She turned to the rest of the sisters.
"We have all seen it. We all know what to do." Anna, now throwing away the pretence that she was all seer and the only one Agatha had shown the vision to.
They all took positions around the Saint and began to chant.
The Saint thrashed and wriggled on the bed as they all chanted continuously.
But soon a loud sound was heard!! It was heart-wrenching. It was as if something broke! All the sisters, including Anna, were thrown to the ground by a large force.
The Saint sat up on the bed, breathing heavily!!
He was drenched in sweat, his face pale as if his blood had poured out of him.
He held his head, which was throbbing.
The Sisters all turned to Anna, confused as this was not in their vision.
Annas' eyes were glued to the Saint, who had now gotten off the bed.
"My memories….have returned."