The Prioress - One

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The Prioress of Saint Alby


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THE PRIORESS OF SAINT ALBY

Chapter One

The castle of Mandelbury, known as Saint Alby, was a magnificent five star

architecture landmark built on a plain less than thirty miles from the small town

of Ladybank in Scotland, north of Kingskettle, further north from Kennoway

and Balbirnie, the small home town of forty two year old Sister Clianne, whose

former maiden name before she became a nun at St. Alby was Clianne Lamont,

daughter of a Knightsbridge mason who had worked for years as gardner at the

castle, after the masonry of the stone lodge near the castle had given way three

weeks after being built by Cliannes father, on the evening of a slightly

unsettling change of weather week, which resulted in pouring rain inside the

lodge while the Earl of Mandelbury and his wife, along with their maid

Sybelaine, were enjoying a naked evening together, while their money, the

money of the Earl and his wife, worked on its own at the Hong Bay Shankai

Bank of Scotland, HBSBS. After that evening, everyone at the castle and in the

villages nearby knew the Earl and his wife had engaged in a relationship with

the maid, and the Earl decided to transfer Cliannes father to take care of the

gardens of St. Alby, so that another mason could rebuild the stone lodge for

further private evenings, between him, his wife and his maid, by now a well

known relationship worth consolidating, according to all parties involved in the

relationship.

HBSBS was the best bank of Scotland, although it had a few foreign

investors, who had plowed some money out of the bank after the financial crisis

of twenty zero seven, an event which had resulted in the money of the Earls

maid falling to all-time lows, something she discussed with the Earl and his wife


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while the Earls wife examined her well made, apple-shaped breasts, until the

thought of being called for evening duty, being examined dearly by a woman,

made Sybelaine come again and again. No worries, said the Earl after she came,

your money is safe with HBSBS, there is no way such a strong bank will ever go

under.

"Is this bank stronger than the lodge before it crumbled?" asked Sybelaine.

"Yes," said the Earl.

Shortly after, Sybelaine, twenty five year old daughter of a prosperous

nutmeg merchant from the Caribbean island of Curaao, was charged with

looking after the Earls HBSBS account, a task she accepted in exchange for

commingling her own funds at the bank with the Earls funds, to be on equal

footing with the Earls wife, who commingled her funds leisurely every day with

those of her husband, without engaging in any breach of fiduciary or marital

duty.

That way, thought Sybelaine, if her money went under with the bank, the

Earls money would go down with it as well, a reassuring thought she shared

with Sister Clianne while the maid shopped for fresh vegetables visiting St.

Albys garden, a small piece of cultivated land near the cloister, claimed by

HBSBS, but kept by Sister Clianne on behalf of the cloister. Officially, the bank

had a claim on the vegetable garden of St. Alby, a small, slightly unpaid field

backed by the cloister premises, the castle of Mandelbury itself, as mortgage

guarantee. The Reverend Mother of St. Alby, the prioress, refused to pay the

remaining five hundred seventy three pounds of the debt to the bank, which

would free St. Alby of HBSBS claim on its garden, and indirectly, on the

cloister, because, she said, Gods creation could not belong to a banking

institution which charged eight pounds and seventy pence every month in


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expenses, in exchange for doing absolutely nothing with the cloisters money.

As a result of this unpaid debt, the tenure of the nuns at the cloister was

questioned by the bank during lively periodic reunions which took place

uneventfully, uneventfully for the nuns, not for the bank.

Sister Clianne had joined St. Alby twenty one years earlier as a postulant.

Because Clianne didnt know what to do much after high school, and her lifted

spirit felt like doing some uplifting task every day, she had decided to become a

novice at the cloister of St. Alby, on the night of her twenty first birthday, after

feeling an orgasm for two hours in bed, nipples erect, thinking that the horse of

the MacGregors, wanted to mate with her, if only its humongous piece of sexual

machinery would be slightly smaller than it was. Because on that day, Sunday,

the minister had spoken of heaven as a real possibility for those who lived good

lives, Sister Clianne started to fantasize about making love to the minister, as

though it was the horse she was arousing. The fantasy ended with the minister

though, and thats when Clianne felt the first signs of a calling were probably

there.

Then, a call of the Virgin Mary came, and the distinct sound of a bell,

announcing an imminent orgasm, came right after. That holy fantasy made her

wet for hours before regaining a sweet sleep, something she valued even more

than food or rest. For several days, she hadnt touched herself, and she was

experiencing higher levels of thought and dream, until one day she discovered

there was a name for what she was experiencing, it was called ecstasy, although

it was unclear whether the term referred to mystical ecstasy or to religious

ecstasy. Unaware of the novel nature of her thinking ways, when the minister

noticed she was deft at remembering passages from the Holy Bible, he


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recommended that she become a novice, to test the strength of her will. In fact,

several times, he said, to tease her:

"I bet you cant become a nun," he said.

If there was something anyone didnt have to tell Clianne Lamont, it was

that she lacked strength of will. This put her in a stubborn mood, and then,

nothing distracted her from doing the opposite of what everyone else thought

she had to do, or thought she was supposed to do, or thought she couldnt do.

Since both of their parents opposed the idea of her becoming a novice and

postulant to become a nun, she decided she was definitely good enough to

become a nun, and decided to become a nun, no matter how many times she

might come thinking of the Virgin Mary on the way to becoming a nun. After

several sacred orgasms, Sister Clianne decided to join the other nuns at St.

Alby, because, she thought, it was time to stop thinking about the horse of the

MacGregors, and it was time to put her life to good use.

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