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Webb's Wonderful Web - Book 3 The War! - Chapter 2 of 15
By Yotna El'toub  (MC,FF,MF,MM,Alien,SF)

With thanks to my proofreaders Esu and Scorpiocat, for their humour and 
friendship.
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Inspired by Lost Boys first competition and dedicated to the LB and his 
work.

WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my 
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and 
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the 
author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only 
in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to 
the hands of minors.

(C) Yotna El'toub 2004


Chapter 2: A perfect setting

Sister Rosemary looked over the rims of her half-moon spectacles; her 
smiling eyes took in the early morning vista. The neat lawn rolled away from 
her lace trimmed French windows, perfectly framed by the luxurious growth of 
the early summer flowers. Unhurriedly she sipped her tea, and glanced at the 
ancient Grandmother clock 6:23. Rosemary sighed in satisfaction; soon it 
would be her favourite prayer of the day - a full hour of private time with 
the lord.

An impolite rap disturbed her reverie.

"Enter" she called.

A diminutive form struggled into the room, swinging back the solid oaken 
door.

"Guest Mistress I must protest! Yet again the visitors have not risen, and 
they were absent from lauds. They must abide by our practices surely?"

"Good morning, Sister Pamela" Rosemary replied.

"Oh yes, good morning Sister Rosemary, I forgot my manners - but those 
people..." Pamela was interrupted in full flow.

"Are my guests, they are in need and I have offered them sanctuary - It is 
the Carmelite tradition. Pamela, would you have me turn them away? Am I to 
cast the ladies out and let them face the terror they described, alone?"

"No but, we have rules, and responsibilities! They must be enforced!" Pamela 
retorted.

"Indeed, and if you do not return to your cell, you will be late for private 
prayer" Sister Rosemary flicked her head towards the ticking clock.

The minute hand trembled and then flicked once more.

"I take my leave, but this subject is not closed mistress!"

Sister Rosemary stood as the door closed with a comforting click; she walked 
over to her prayer cushion and knelt. Behind her the Grandmother clock 
chimed the half hour. Rosemary's eyes closed and the silent communication 
began. Her thoughts concentrated on her recent visitor `Dear Lord, please 
grant the holy peace of mind and the grace to understand others within 
Sister Pamela's heart...'

A few doors away Sister Pamela knelt, her head bowed, her lips mouthing an 
almost silent prayer.

"...and to Sister Rosemary grant the wisdom of the Lord, let her see the devil 
and all his works; for truly they are amongst us now."

Quidenham monastery fell back into its old routine, silence descended upon 
the age-old hall as the dutiful offered their prayers. But none, other than 
Rosemary, prayed for the visitors ensconced in Peace Cottage, which was a 
pity; it may even have helped.

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Alice was the first to stir, disturbed by something - she sat bolt upright, 
spilling the feminine hand that had snuggled between her breasts.

"Damon, Damon what was that!" she asked urgently.

A lithe body rolled over, throwing back the covers and displaying her 
womanly figure.

"Will you stop calling me that? If the Sisters hear they will definitely get 
spooked! Its Mona now, can you remember? Mona!"  Mona's voice was terse.

"Mona, I sorry, I'm still getting used to the shape-shifting. Anyway I heard 
something - outside" Alice apologised.

Mona looked at her outsized wristwatch 6:41 `The nuns will be a - praying'. 
Without stopping to dress Mona skipped to the door, unlocked it and slid out 
into the misty garden. In seconds she was back, her frame heaving with 
barely suppressed giggles.

"A hedgehog Alice, we were almost compromised by a Gul'nathan hedgehog. 
Unless they can shape shift better than us - we have little to fear!" Mona 
gave in to guffaws of laughter.

The sight of Mona's tight nipples bouncing seductively before her tempered 
Alice's annoyance, her passion soared. Alice's eyes widened to drink in 
Mona's succulent body.

"I do believe you prefer me as a girl?" Mona asked provocatively, pouting 
her lips slightly.

"I prefer you as a shape-shifter, that's for sure!" Alice giggled.

Mona launched herself onto Alice's half reclined form.

"Why you cheeky madam, I'll show you..." Mona sniggered as she tickle-teased 
Alice's soft stomach.

"Can't you two keep it down? You have woken Sali and me now! God damn this 
place, early morning freaks!" Gerry shouted in her usual dawn grump.

"Stop complaining and come here Gerry, I want you!" Sali muttered urgently.

Gerry grinned and snuggled up to Sali; she paused and then whispered into 
the close shell-like ear that peaked out of the smooth white hair.

"Transform to Silas, I want something to fill me this morning - under the 
covers no one will know"

"Oh sure, no flash to give us away, pull the covers down tight..." Sali 
whispered back

Gerry pressed her wet lips down onto the soft mound beneath her splayed 
thighs. From nowhere the organ rose, skewering Gerry, expanding to stretch 
her to her full capacity. She ground her clitoris against the base of 
Silas's shaft, and marvelled at how quickly she could be awake - if she 
really needed to. Seconds later Gerry peaked for the first time, filling the 
room with her soft cries and waking all her slumbering sisters.

Peace cottage resounded with the hallowed worship of sexuality. The emotions 
of the C'phu joined and sent their prayer for salvation out - to an 
unlistening universe.

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Georgie whistled as she strode down the deserted road, her body swayed as 
she walked; the bundle of papers under her arm an encumbrance to a normal 
gait. Georgie felt at one with the world, and at last at one with herself.  
She had found sex, and it had liberated her from being an ungainly teenager; 
Georgie was now a woman. Silently she watched the cotton wool clouds skate 
across the mid-morning sky. The wind was getting up, `may be a storm is 
brewing' she mused. Georgie hastened her pace, and lost her grip on the 
topmost paper, it fluttered from her grip and spread its sheets across the 
road.

"Oh shit!"

Georgie raced after the windswept newsprint, picking up the errant sheets as 
quickly as she could. Finally she stooped to pick up the last page.

"Parp! Parp!" a loud car horn blared at Georgie's stooped form.

Georgie jumped, her hair a tousled mass of dark curls, her eyes wide with 
fright.

The blond youngster driving the car grinned from ear-to-ear, before raising 
his hand in the customary two-fingered salute.

Georgie responded in kind, her fright turning first to mirth, and then to 
muted interest `He's quite a hunk' she thought. She felt the urge to control 
him, the hunger rose from her loins, but too late. Georgie swung her head; 
her glowing eyes followed the speeding Land Rover. If only he had looked 
back. Georgie sighed and shrugged, she folded the disorganised paper and was 
just about to shove it with the rest when a headline caught her eye.

Georgie's blood ran cold, it had started, Silas had to see this! Georgie ran 
past the Vikings mound and turned right into the road sign posted `Quidenham 
Hall'. On she ran towards the fens, her speeding legs gobbling up the yards 
to the Monastery. She raced across the road and dived to the right, into the 
ordered grounds of the ancient hall.

"Stop that at once, this is a place of worship, not a race track!" Sister 
Pamela barked.

"Sorry Sister but I must get these papers to..." Georgie started.

"Papers, trash more like, how dare you bring this into our Lady's house" 
Sister Pamela jabbed an outstretched finger towards the amply endowed page 
three girl.

Georgie froze, her bundle of papers fell, and the already tattered newspaper 
billowed into the grounds. As Georgie stared in horror at her crime, a young 
nun raced around the courtyard retrieving the scattered sheets.

Sister Pamela lowered her face to Georgie's - the threat hung for a second 
and then burst into a diatribe.

"Now I have grounds for getting you ejected, you and your friends. All you 
have said is bunkum! Irreligious cults, brain-washing people into sin; I've 
never heard such nonsense, this is an impure country, but we the catholic 
sisters pray for the sinners - they need no more. They certainly don't need 
your sort or your smutty stories!"

The young nun raced up to Sister Pamela, red faced and puffing.

"Sister, phew, Sister read this!"

Pamela extended a hand and plucked the article from the nun's hands, she 
handled it as if it were diseased. Her scowl fell, then her eyebrows raised, 
finally she thrust the paper into Georgie's hands.

"You had better take this to your `colleagues', I need to talk to the Mother 
Superior" Sister Pamela announced, before turning and sweeping back towards 
the main hall.

Georgie stammered her thanks to the unknown nun.

"I only did as I saw was right, nothing more" the shame faced nun replied.

"What's your name?" Georgie asked.

"I am Jennifer, Novice Jennifer - Now excuse me I must attend sext, um, our 
midday prayers, goodbye" Jennifer's voice faded as she scurried away.

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Sali sat in the library with the rest of the group waiting for the Mother 
Superior. The room was hushed; all awaited the news they feared most, the 
news of their ejection from the Monastery. Finally lunch ended and the 
Mother Superior entered the room, her face was grave. Silently the nun moved 
to a spare chair and sat.

"I have been in lengthy discussion over lunch with the Sisters, they have 
now retired for their siesta, as I should have done. However the situation 
is serious, my period of rest can wait!"

"I meant, no offence - I'm so sorry," Georgie blurted out.

"And child you have caused none, no - you have done the right thing. We live 
sheltered from the world, but we cannot be sheltered from this evil. Our 
devotion to Carmel leads us into a life of prayer and contemplation, we 
believe in the transforming power of prayer. But this is an abomination; 
Satan is at work in our chosen country. I can not ignore this, how may we 
the Carmelite Nuns be of assistance?"

"You can provide us shelter, that will be help enough while we gather our 
resources. To become any more involved would be too dangerous. Think of our 
quest in your prayers" Replied Sali, her face relaxing.

"But people are being perverted by these misguided fools, these devil 
worshippers. It is my holy duty to defend the weak against Satan"

"And so you will, using your beliefs, not ours. Pray for us, transform us - 
give us the strength to win!" Alice responded.

"Then it is agreed, as you are doing gods work you may stay amongst us as 
long as necessary. We shall give you succour in your hour of need" the 
Mother Superior smiled warmly at the assembled women.

The library door burst open and an enraged Sister Pamela entered, waving an 
afternoon edition.

"It's all lies! The papers have retracted it all. There never was any orgy 
in a shopping centre. There are no queues of perverts going for treatment. 
It is lies! Throw them out!"

The Mother Superior studied the paper that Sister Pamela delivered her with 
a great flourish.

"It is as you said it would be" the Mother Superior muttered.

"See, now throw them out!" barked Sister Pamela.

"No Sister, I cannot! When I first talked with Sali she warned me of this - 
the cultists have infiltrated our establishment at the highest level. Here 
is the proof! The whole-hearted suppression of press freedom, you and the 
other Sisters will do all you can to support and help our honoured guests. 
We will pray for them at vespers, matins and compline, do you understand?"

"Yes Mother, I will tell the Sisters, excuse me"

Sister Pamela cast an ill-tempered glance at Sali and Alice, before stalking 
away from the gathering.

"It is almost time for afternoon prayer, my children - you will be in mine, 
my blessings on your endeavour"

Once the Mother Superior left the planning began, desperate planning - there 
was little time.

---------------------

Georgie couldn't settle, partly it was the events of the day mixed with the 
fear that welled up inside her. This was not the whole of it though, the 
boredom of being here butted uncomfortably to the adrenalin. The Sisters 
were now at compline, the last prayers of the day and then - lights out! 
Bedtime at 9:30, she hadn't gone to bed that early since her childhood - 
this place was such a bore! Georgie slipped out of Peace Cottage unseen, she 
would just wander around - and see if there was a way out to the village 
without being observed.

Slowly she made her way along the cloisters, keeping to the shadows. Then it 
started, the one thing she hadn't thought of - Alice was having sex. Alice 
was having sex and Georgie was feeling every touch, every caress - her legs 
turned to jelly under her. The desire was so strong; it bent her over, her 
hands clutching her fluttering stomach.

Georgie tried to straighten up and let out a low moan, her eyes struggled to 
focus, and god, it had never been this strong before. Images of the guy from 
the car floated into her mind, he stood naked before her, his bloated penis 
jutting proudly before him. She slid a hand down the front of her jeans to 
stifle the rampant pulsing. She was aware of someone's concern.

"Are you alright, what's wrong? You look awful - look come in here, I'll 
help you"

Georgie allowed herself to be dragged through a narrow doorway, and there 
she flopped onto a low hard bed. Through her mist of desire she could hear 
the sound of water, a cloth being wrung out. The shock of the cold flannel 
on her forehead snapped her eyes open, at close quarters she gazed up into 
the face above her. It was Sister Jennifer, but she was odd, her face shone 
with an odd cast, a distinctive glow.

The reason for the glow dawned on Georgie just too late, it was her, her 
eyes - she mustn't seduce a nun! Her good intentions faded to nothing - as 
soon as Jennifer's lips touched hers - Georgie melted. Her hands grasped the 
black material covering Jennifer's breasts and caressed feeling the virginal 
nipples burst into ripe buds. The cell door swung open, and framed in the 
opening was a scowling Sister Pamela.

"I'll have you both thrown out of here for this heresy," she snarled.

Sister Pamela walked up behind Sister Jennifer's bent body.

"Rome and the bible specifically deem such behaviour as one of the ultimate 
sins. Your souls will burn in hell!"

Sister Jennifer jumped when she felt the older nun's hands on the flesh of 
her calves, slowly; purposefully the hands crept upwards - separating 
Jennifer's shaking legs.

"I will watch the demons turn the spit while you scream. Your torment will 
be endless!"

The confident hands swiftly pulled aside the damp gusset of Sister 
Jennifer's rough bloomers. Two resolute fingers slid stiffly into the girl's 
deep wetness. Jennifer gasped, and her urgent tongue re-sought Georgie's.

"You will be punished, I will flay you with my bare hands - Oh... yes!"

Sister Pamela rubbed the front of her gown against Sister Jennifer's 
upturned behind. She could feel its stiff coarseness against her burning 
mound.

"What are you doing to me... I have never... Ohhh!" groaned Sister Jennifer.

Sister Pamela's thumb pushed against the resistant ring of Jennifer's 
sphincter, the muscle opened and welcomed the invader into its pungent 
depths. Jennifer wiggled brushing her bursting clitoris on the older nun's 
knuckles - she felt her first orgasm building, and then overwhelming her.

"That's it, love my hand, love my hand like I do!" Sister Pamela grunted.

Georgie opened her eyes and stared at the two orgiastic nuns' - her eyes 
widened in disbelief. Sister Pamela had both her hands fully inserted into 
quivering, gasping vagina's - both Jennifer's, and her own. Georgie's 
thoughts tumbled `Now she's done that before!'

So began the transformation of the Sisters of Quidenham, from the Carmelite 
community - to the holy army of C'phu.


Part 2 of 15

Book Three of the WWW Trilogy


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Foot Notes (C)Yotna El'toub 2004
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