The Magdalene Academy was set far out in the countryside. It was free of distractions and had few neighbors and was the perfect place for a school of reform. The girls sent to this school were out of control and their parents had turned to the church for help. The girls were all daughters of rich socialites and nobles who had let their children get out of hand. There was little hope for a woman of loose morals to get married, especially in such high circles. The academy only accepted women with whom all else had failed. The students were all past their childhood and they were all over the age of nineteen. They were all of ill repute and the academy was their families' last chance to change them. The rules of the Magdalene academy were strict, and the girls worked just as hard physically doing chores as they did in their academics. The success rate of the school was phenomenal. There was rarely a girl whom the academy could not turn around.
Sister Sara was working late as usual when she heard the footsteps in the hall. None of the girls should have been out of their beds at that time of night, so she decided to investigate. Sister Sara decided to catch whom it was at whatever they were doing. She tiptoed down the hallway, and caught a glimpse of two girls slipping into another's room. Whatever was going on, she was going to put a stop to it. Sister Sara strode to the door and opened it abruptly. She stood wide-eyed as she saw what was going on.
Many of the girls were naked, and the rest were in the process of disrobing. Even more shocking was the large pentagram that had been drawn on the floor. A lit candle sat at each of its points, and one of the girls was laying spreading eagle in its center. Sister Sara's face grew angry and she was about to chastise the girls most righteously. Her mouth opened to speak, but her head exploded, stars blinding her then fading to black.
When Sister Sara woke up, her head was throbbing. She couldn't remember what happened, but it all came back when she tried to move. She found that her hands and feet were bound to the floor. She opened her eyes, and the room slowly came into view. She was surrounded by what seemed like all of the girls in the school. She found that she couldn't speak because of a gag that wedged into her mouth. The girls were busy talking, but soon noticed her movement. Anita, a lovely girl that Sister Sara had always liked came over to her.
"We're sorry that you caught us Sister. We thought that you would be asleep by now. We checked, and we thought you were asleep." Anita explained.
"We've been trying to decided what to do with you. We really like you, but if we just let you go then you'll just tell on us."
Sister Sara was frozen in fear. Did the girls mean to do away with her?
"So, we've all agreed that the only way to insure ourselves is to make you one of us." She added.
"Besides, you're going to love it. I think it's a shame that you're all cooped up in the school without proper attention. You'll be thanking us later." Piped up Megan as she came to stand near Anita.
Megan wrapped an arm around Anita and pulled her into a kiss. Both girls cooed and giggled as they kissed and rubbed their breasts together. They finally broke the kiss and smiled down at Sister Sara. Megan turned and crossed over to a small table. She returned with a small knife. Sister Sara's eyes went wide as Megan knelt down next to her, the knife inches from her throat.
"Oh don't be silly Sister. We just need to make you more comfortable." Megan said somewhat reassuringly.
Sister Sara's breath caught in her throat as the knife slid under the collar of her robe. She flinched as she heard the sharp ripping of her robes, then the cool rush of air on her body. She was nude underneath her robes, and after a few more quick cuts, she found herself totally exposed. Sister Sara was ashamed and closed her eyes in an attempt to block out her nakedness. She heard movement, and opened her eyes to find the girls gathered closer around her. She watched wide-eyed as the girls began to chant in a low voice. The language was nothing that she had ever heard before.
Anita stepped from the circle, her voice rising above the others. She held a red candle in her hands. She raised it to the air, then back down. Sister Sara could only watch as Anita tilted the candle, letting a stream of hot wax stream down. The wax splashed over Sister Sara's bare breasts, and she lurched more from the surprise than the actual heat. Anita stepped back and Megan stepped forward. She held a large chalice in her hands. Anita raised the chalice high and chanted just as Anita had. She took a drink from the chalice and passed it to another girl. The girl drank and passed it to the next, and the scene repeated until the chalice returned to Megan.
Megan chanted again the tilted the chalice. The remains of the red wine poured out over Sister Sara's belly. It streamed down over her cunt, soaking her thoroughly. Sister Sara could feel her body shiver and a throbbing in her cunt in spite of her situation. She wanted to stop what was going on but she could not help it.
The circle expanded and the girls gave room to a mist that grew out of nothingness. Sister Sara would have screamed if she could as the mist coalesced and a figure began to take form. The girls chanting became more fervent as the creature formed. They reached a crescendo when the creature's hands touched the ground.