Sunday’s Serving – Nuns of Europa: Sister Katherine (WIP)

“You’re invading Earth?”

Simdow nodded.  “Things have taken a turn for the worse for the Empire.  We must end this war before your people destroy us.”

Katherine stared at him.  When he said nothing more, she looked at Vadef and Miv.  The Imdiko’s face was gentle but troubled.  He gazed into her face as if pleading for understanding.  She had none to give, so she looked up at the Nobek.

Miv’s fierce face gazed back.  What he was thinking, Katherine could not tell.  She noted the knives he wore on his belt.  Another knife was strapped to his thigh.  The man was armed like a pirate of old, she thought.  

The thought of trying to take one of the Nobek’s weapons was tempting.  However, Katherine knew she could never in a million years try to harm another being.  What could one helpless woman do against such a man anyway?

Simdow stood, and so did Vadef.  The two men bent to help her to her feet.  Katherine let them without complaint.  She knew she had no choice.

Simdow said, “It’s time to go, Matara.  Now that you know the little ones are safe, you will join us on our ship.”

Katherine’s mouth went dry as her heart slammed into overdrive.  “Your ship?”

Simdow nodded.  “Your new home.  You are ours now by right of conquest.  I claim you as my clan’s Matara.”

He tugged her along.  His touch was gentle, and Katherine wondered how soon that would change.  Her insides went cold at the thought of what the three men would make her do with them.  She had the barest notion of what sex entailed, only that it meant the man invading the woman in a painful and humiliating manner.  While once Katherine had accepted such an idea as necessary for herself when she’d been engaged to a man years ago, she had never truly relished it.

Yet she’d had ideas of being held by a huge, strong man.  Of being kissed and caressed.  Those thoughts had run rampant in her mind these last few years, ever since she’d become aware of the Kalquorians.  Her fantasies had never included the brutal act of coupling with them, only of being embraced by the aliens.  Still, such visions had lacked in virtue.  As much as Katherine had told herself it was no worse than a child wanting to cuddle with her mother, she’d known her thoughts ran counter to what a pious nun should want.

Now she was enslaved to three aliens.  She was their chattel, their concubine.  She looked at them; big, terrible creatures despite the tenderness they momentarily treated her with.  Had she really once had sinful thoughts about such men?

Releasing in July