“A firm, faithful and loyal Sister must have faith in a man she will never see. Thus have I blinded you from the world” Teliandra stroked Emia’s blindfold as she said that, and gently smiled to herself, before reaching up to play with Emia’s leather-bound wrists. “A Firm, Faithful and Loyal Sister is tied to the tenants of her faith. Thus you are bound” Teliandra’s precise and focused speech patterns filled Emia’s ears, and the touch raised goosebumps on her arms. This only increased as the hands slid down to the tight corset around her waist. “A firm, faithful, loyal sister’s life is restricted to the rules of creed and chapel. Thus your chest is encased in bone and twin”

The hands slid down Emia’s smooth as and she whimpered gently, though the whimper became a cry of pain as the wooden cane cracked against her ass and left a red welt from the impact. Losing her breathing pattern, she fell into panicked gasping, the corset making a full breath difficult.

“A Sister must know pain, as a friend. So that when she is with child, she is prepared for the pain of bringing life into this world. A noble and glorious task, the unprepared and unfaithful have been known to fail the trials, and perish in the attempt” thecane cracked again, and Emia jolted, losing her footing this time and having her legs flail to regain it while the leather straps bit into her wrist, supporting her whole body weight on such a small piece. She did not manage it before the third strike, and just cried out with pain. Had she known this was how it was going to be, she would not have agreed to undergo the trial of Sisterhood. This was too hard. She couldn’t bear it. She wished she had at least waited some more before accepting the offer Teliandra had given her, a week after joining the convent. Should have known though, the woman seemed to enjoy using her nails on Emia every night almost, and the six scars were her nails had pierced the skin were pretty obvious to anyone who saw her back.

“A Sister must know despair. Raise your despair as if a child and see it stand before her, so that no event may shake her faith. No being may break down that which is hers alone” Teliandra then moved to Emia’s front, and hot wax dripped across her body. Emia let out a cry and her body trembled with the pain, as it bit into her and stuck, drying into her burned skin. “A Sister must know the burning flame of purity. She must accept it into her body, mind and soul and use it against the heretic, to cast down the mutant, and to righteously eradicate the Xenos” the wax dripped across her skin and then was stopped, finally. The burning in her front, and the stinging in her rear. The inability to breath, the difficulty keeping her footing. The sound of Mother Superior’s voice, so beautiful even when she could not be seen.

“And she must be aware of rewards of her faith To Him” Teliandra then took a step back, and a sucking, sultry sound came from Emia’s crotch as a tongue started to lick her folds. The sudden pleasure coming on top of the pain she was feeling, giving such pleasure to nerves that were truly lit up from the Mother Superior’s actions, it was absolute madness.

“F...fuck~!” Emia’s voice rippled through the room as the licking in her crotch got more and more intense. But, they were not done, as the Mother Superior took Emia’s tongue out of her mouth and held it in her fingers.

“A Sister must keep a civil tongue in her mouth. Her words are The Emperor’s, and they are not to be sullied. You shall have this in for a year. As a reminder to keep your words sweet, and your tongue pure” Teliandra then pierced a needle through the tongue, and slid in a metal stud, before letting it retract back into Emia’s mouth. The stud sat heavy in her mouth, and not just the pain of the needle, but also the strange taste of metal and the general feeling of the intruder. It was certainly something that was going to remind her.

And then, it all came at once. Teliandra burned her skin with the candle, caned her ass with the cane, the person licking her doubled down on her passion, and Emia lost all thought in the world. There was nothing left that she could do but try to hold on. And eventually, become overwhelmed by the stimuli and collapse into unconsciousness. The blackness was filled with profound dreams of enlightened faith, but she could not remember them upon waking. She could not think of much, the trial had drained her mental stamina to its dregs, and the sleep she had did not help recover it.

“A sister’s duty doesn't end till death” from her side, Mother Superior Teliandra gave her last lesson, and then kissed Emia on the forehead. “Welcome to the sisterhood, Emia Sfoza”

To hear that, to hear that she had become a fully ordained sister in such a swift time, was...amazing. She let out a shocked, and relieved laugh, and smiled broadly.

“Thank you, Mother Superior. I will do my best to be worthy of such a title that you have given” Emia got onto her knees so she could bow her head to the woman who had given her this honour.

“Now, the tradition is that the youngest sister is the one who grants the Rewards Of Faith to the incumbent sister. Which means you are going to be the one there next time. Also, you have to go see Mother Catherina once a week to be punished for that stud in your tongue. Don’t worry about it though, a lot of women fail that part. It is the most difficult part of the test, which is why it is not mandatory to succeed there” Teliandra spoke, and Emia gave a thoughtful look, before blushing softly.

“I...don’t…know-” she started, and then she was cut off by a light kiss from Teliandra.

“Don’t worry. We can teach you that. It is a holy task to undertake, so we ensure you will be up to scratch. We can start now, if you want” Teliandra offered. And, despite her fatigue, Emia agreed, spending the next hour in Teliandra’s crotch, getting lessons on how best to give the Rewards Of Faith to a woman. Still, time does not stand still, and so Teliandra had to go, telling Emia that her new uniform would be here in a few moments, and giving her one last kiss, before heading out.

Now free for the moment, Emia leaned back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. She thought her progression was fast, but people did also comment on her glowing with faith. 50 faith was high, and it crawled painfully upwards even with her rosary and daily prayers. Currently, only 55. Plus, the chores were as low as ever, and the next level was - while a day away - also slow going. She’d be lucky to get to level 10 in her lifetime, unless she signed up for her Civil Duty and went out with those in the army. Though with daily prayer and 12 points a level, level 10 would be more than enough to get to the stat cap of faith. The power her Faith would have once there was...certainly something to look forward to.

“You are a right ‘oly bastard” came a gruff voice. Immediately springing up from her leaning, she saw a man in the uniform of the Brothers, with a well-trimmed beard and an overall comely appearance.

“I-i-i’m sorry!” Emia pulled the sheets to cover herself up, but it just made the man laugh.

“Not you. Ta Emprah. I’m Brother Nilus The Unfortunate. I am the symbol of the Sisters Mercy” he walked over to Emia and put down her robe, and a relative sized box on top of that. Moving the box and pulling the robes on, she smiled gently. Soft and supple, they were brilliant compared to the Novice robes, in both feel, and what they represented.

“So why are you The Unfortunate?” Emia asked, looking up at Nilus.

“Ahh. I fell in with some bad guys a while ago. Shit happened, and I got castrated. Some sort of tribal roots to the boss and that’s how he did things. But, I survived that and I got taken in by one of the Mothers here. I can not really worship The Emperor as they do, but I am a symbol of mercy that all beings are loved by them” Nilus finished, watching Emia dispassionately as she opened the box and saw what was inside it. A beautiful leather choker with a small ornamental symbol of the Adeptus Ministorum dangling from it. She put it on and felt the tightness of the collar immediately, rolling her neck around it. And inside the box was a hand-written note from Teliandra.

‘Faith is always in the lives of His Children. May this remind you of what's shared while I am not there to do so’

It was….so beautiful, Emia felt tears stinging her eyes.

“I’ll, go” Nilus commented slightly awkwardly, leaving her to her moment.