Schola Rape

The young schola cadet hesitated. Surely he must listen to an order given by any superior, especially a Canoness. But the pressure of the situation had made his cock swollen and stiff. The Canoness, an immaculate image of humanity’s divine form, was the object of desire amongst many of the cadets. Prudency was a value instilled in all Schola cadets, but physical urges had their ways.
“Now!” The Canoness demanded as she slammed the ruler against the side of his face. The thin white cloak she wore fell to the side with this motion, exposing her firm breasts, hard abs, and battle-forged muscles. His face stung from the impact.
The cadet did as he was told, and dropped his trousers, stepping out of them and leaving them in a pile on the floor.
The Canoness stepped towards him and extended her right arm. She traced a line from his groin to his lips with her forefinger, and forced her finger into his mouth. “Suck on it” she commanded. He did as he was told. She gave him a sinister smile.
She then withdrew her hand and kneeled down. She held his cock in her right hand, pulling it hard and without regard for his comfort. She began pulling harder and faster, the cadet moaning in confused pleasure. She suddenly took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it loudly, grating her teeth against his flesh, using her free hand to firmly grasp his scrotum.
She pulled her head back, and stood up, and looked the cadet squarely in the eye.
“Did you enjoy that, Cadet?”
Never in all his days did he think he would be in this situation. An assault training course, a thirty day hike, these he could do. A sexual encounter with the second highest authority in the Schola? This was far out of his league. “Y-ye-yes Sister A-” he stuttered nervously.

“Wrong ANSWER!” she screamed and knocked him cold to the floor with her fist. He lay sprawled on the floor, on his back. She straddled his face, her thick vulval lips pressing against her mouth.
“Lick me.” she commanded. The cadet obeyed, sticking his tongue slowly and cautiously into her. “Like a man, dammit!” she told him, whipping him in the face again. His nose began to bleed.
He tongued her faster and deeper than before, to the Canoness’ satisfaction. She moaned loudly, her left hand supporting her weight as her right feverishly stroked her clitoris.
Without warning, she stood up. She kicked him in the ribs, screaming “This is unsatisfactory!”, then ordered him to stand. She strutted over to her desk, leaned over it, her ass high in the air, presenting herself to him.
“Don’t just stand there. Fuck me!” she barked. The cadet went to her quickly, rubbing his thick, pulsating member against her. She moaned softly.
“I said FUCK ME! Quit this teasing!” With that, he plunged himself into her, enjoying the sensation of her thick inner walls against him. He nearly came right there.
“Pound me” she ordered “Smite me like the Emperor’s fist! DO IT!” Such blasphemy took the cadet by surprise, but he listened. He thrust himself into her, forwards and back, loudly connecting with her with each thrust. He reached his arms forward and groped her breasts, pulling them hard and kneading them with abandon. She whimpered as he brusquely twisted her nipples, and he leaned over, biting and kissing her neck and he pounded her.
“Take me!” she yelled “Fuck me like a heretic! I am yours, Lord I am yours!” she yelled.

With a surge of confidence that seemed to come from nowhere, he pulled her hair, yanking her head towards his, and vehemently bit and kissed her neck harder than he had before. He withdrew himself from the veteran Sister, turned her around, and threw her onto the formidable wooden desk, sprawling her pale body. He held down her arms with his as he pounded himself into her, and she wrapped his legs around his back, pulling him further into her.
He raised his one arm and slapped her across the face as he fucked her. “Blasphemer!” he shouted with the first slap. “Heretic!” with the second, the harsh slap resonating with the second syllable of the world. “Indecent bitch!” he yelled as he slapped her a third time.
He withdrew his cock again and the Cannons kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking the full length of the cock in her mouth. He smashed his member into her mouth forcefully, fucking her mouth ruthlessly. The Canoness blushed with the pressure, her jaw nearly coming unhinged as he devastated her mouth. He finally couldn’t bear the pressure any more. He exploded inside her mouth, years of unreleased sexual desire overflowing in and on her face, which she heartily swallowed. He lay down on the floor as the Sister continued to lick his member up and down, until he passed out in the afterglow.
 When he awoke, he found he could not move his arms, or his legs. He was chained to a table. He looked around, and saw the Canoness again. She had a slave with her, a repentia bound to the Canoness with a collar and chain. The Canoness bent over and kissed him, grinned, and said “Now, this is done my way…”

***

Breaths quick and fearful, she wondered what she'd done wrong. She had not spoken of anything Heretical that she was aware of. She was doing well in her strictures and her combat training was a little below par, but she wasn't from one of the great families - she'd been chosen because of an entirely different aptitude than combat.

It was that peculiar insight into other people which was causing her to worriedly study the muscular, firm body that was obscenely exposed before her. Licking dry lips she requested permission to speak.

"Not granted."

Blanching, the young trainee wondered what she could have done wrong, when the Canoness spoke up once more. "It has come to my attention," she said slowly, sliding the ruler along the soft, bare thigh of the young trainee, "that you have been engaging in certain conduct that is unbecoming a future member of the Sisters of Battle. Certain conduct that detracts from your devotion to the Emperor." The ruler slipped up, and caught on the edges of the general issue cotton panties that all the Cadets - well, female cadets - wore. The young cadet squirms a little and looks down, uncomfortably aware of the Canoness' lack of similar undergarments. "I have had delivered to my desk certain documents. While your talents as an illuminator would be well looked upon by the scribes, I very much doubt an Inquisitor would find the sight of two young male cadets wrestling naked very....appropriate."

Before the heat could rise from her cheeks to her ears the Canoness slapped the girl's undefended pudenda with the ruler. Her speed and strength had not decreased during her term as Canoness, and the girl screamed, curling over in the chair as the fire ignited between her legs overwhelmed her.

The Canoness rose slowly, letting the girl have a moment to recover from the intense, agonizing pain. "This is nothing compared to what an Inquisitor might inflict," she murmured calmly, letting the robe slide from her body to pool at her feet. Her hand slid along the girl's soft back, to rest upon her neck as she sobbed, rocking on the chair. "I am doing you a service, in giving you proper instruction for a young woman embarking on a caress in the service of the Emperor." She slowly pulled the girl upright, though her back was arched, the intense pain lingering. The Canoness pressed the girl against the desk, hand still on the back of the thin, so very delicate neck. The girl's face was red with embarrassment and pain alike, and turned to the side, the canoness could see her eyes wide with terror.

"I am administering Discipline as Required; you will accept this Discipline as Just and Right. You will not speak of your Discipline or what has required it after you leave this room. Do you understand?" The girl nodded and the Canoness slowly pulled her panties down, letting it slide from the firm, toned legs of the young girl. "I said, DO YOU UNDER-STAND?" The firm, heavy enunciation elicited the desired response.
"Yes, Canoness!"

The Canoness nodded, then stepped behind the girl, slowly releasing the hold on the girl's neck. The young maiden quivered, her hands slowly pressing to the desk, then reaching across it, sensing what was coming, and needing something to grip. The Canoness approved; better she understand what to expect than to be surprised. The Canoness raised the ruler, and then struck the soft, perfect derriere, the thick plas slapping the pale skin with a resounding crack. The girl screamed, and then grit her teeth, eyes closed, tears spilling, staining the Canoness' blotter.

The Canoness' nipples ached and her center felt warm and heavy. In the Emperor's name she would teach this girl to avoid impure thoughts. The ruler whistled through the air, again, again, again. Sharp little cries erupted with each crack of the ruler against that soft skin. Knowing it was better to deal with the impure thoughts and discard them, her other hand slipped between her own legs, fingers expertly manipulating her petals, her firm clit, as she beat the Heresy out of the young girl.

When she was finished, breathing deeply and sated by the caresses of her own fingers, the Canoness looked at the devastated girl's reddened backside, and found it good. She set the ruler aside and walked closer, her powerful hand sliding over the burning flesh of the young girl, stroking the tight, untouched cleft of her sex. She murmured softly, "You did very well, Cadet. The Emperor rewards obedience and acceptance of justice."

The Canoness slowly ran her thick, callused fingers along the soft, wet line of the girl's sex, slowly stroking a different kind of fire into the girl's body. The girl held still, her eyes glazed and her expression confused. But she was responding, her untried sex becoming more wet as the Canoness demonstrated how it was meant to be touched. "Relax and let the Holy Grace of the Emperor fill you, child." Her fingers moved lower, to slide over, around, gently work the soft nub of the girl's clitoris. With a soft cry the girl quivered, her legs spasming as she experienced her first waking orgasm at the hands of her superior.

"Get dressed now. Report to the infirmary for a salve to make sure you can function for the next two days." The girl slowly stood, wobbly. The Canoness picked up her robes, and slowly wrapped them about her shoulders. The girl knelt and looked up with shining, devotion filled eyes.

"Thank you Canoness." The Canoness smiled.

"Go and Serve in the Name of the Emperor," the Canoness said a dismissal. She walked around her desk as the trembling girl left, and studied the roster of cadet disciplinary actions. A young man next....excellent.

 She had a full schedule today.