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Litanies of Repentance
An Unofficial, Erotic, Warhammer Fiction
“I am far from absolution. Lost to any exculpation. I offer myself to repentance. Before the Emperor, I have sinned. Beyond forgiveness. Beyond forbearance. Beyond mercy,” spoke Alenta. Such was her dedication to the faith that her blue eyes were fierce as she began this most humiliating ritual.
Palatine Heroine Silvine Lucara was walked up to Alenta. Her dark skin contrasting with her bright white hair. Her dark eyes betrayed no emotion, so serious the current duty. She took both holy bolt pistols that Alenta held out in front of her.
Alenta’s battle sisters, each a stern veteran Seraphim of many years began to take her armour. They disassembled it piece by piece until she was naked. Her poweful bodies pale skin shining in the multi-coloured light filtered through the stained glass window. Her armour interface ports each reflecting a different colour.
“We turn our backs upon you. We cast off your armour and your arms,” chanted her sisters.
“I leave this company of my own free will and by my will shall I return. I shall seek the Emperor's forgiveness in the darkest places of the night,” replied Alenta.
Alenta kneels and Silvine shaves her head with a monomolecular combat knife.
“When forgiveness is yours, we shall welcome you back. Until such time you are nameless to us,” said her sisters as one.
Alenta stood, her previously glorious white hair falling about her.
“See me and do not see me. Know me and know fear, for I have no face today but this one. I stand before you a Sister Repentia until absolution finds me once more,” intoned Alenta.
Silvine Lucara looked at the stripped, diminished Sister Alenta. “So shall it be,” she said solemnly.
As a group, the battle sisters filed out of side doors leaving Alenta alone with Silvine.
Alenta knelt and was led through many litanies of repentance by Palatine Lucara. She barely needed it, she had led many other in those prayers.
Only after all the litanies had been intoned did Silvine turn and leave through a side door.
Alenta was left truly alone to repeat those prayers.
She prayed that she would find repentance in the brutal tests to come.
Behind her large main doors opened with a creak.
Agnissa Storm pounded into the hall.
“Sister Alenta,” she bellowed.
Alenta stopped praying and opened her eyes.
“Until you are deemed worthy or fall in the attempt I am to Judge thee,” said Agnissa. It was just shy of a scream.
Alenta tensed as she heard a brief warning of something cutting through the air.
There was a mighty crack and Alenta felt her back torn open by the supersonic whip tip. As it cut through her a powerful electro charge set the nerves of her back alight.
Alenta screamed in agony and slumped forward. As the Neural whip was designed to do.
Rising to all fours again she was aware of the Agnissa walking up behind her. Alenta would always remember the smell of ozone. The boots of the heavy armour were unmistakable. She knew to expect this. The first whipping, the first of many. Was just to announce herself. From now on she would only receive that stroke if she was deemed insufficiently obeisant.
A hood of thick, red, rubber-like material was pulled over her head. Agnissa pulled it tight, folding it over itself where it was split at the back. There it adhered to itself, sealing tightly closed. It could not be removed except by being cut off now. This was this chapel’s Repentia hood. Though it was a rare case that this was not worn for the rest of the Repentia’s life.
Alenta could feel the pressure on her face from the stretching of that undersized and nearly untearable polymer shell. Only the holes over her mouth and each nostril allowed her precious respite to breathe and the two holes for her eyes allowed her to see. The scent of the rubber mask, and the chemicals that treated it overpowered everything else. The pressure across her head and the slight muffling of any sounds would be permanent reminders of her Repentia oath.
Next Agnissa further sealed that hood on with a thick and wide metal collar that locked securely behind her neck. It was an inch thick and wide enough to cover her neck entirely hampering her movement and it was made perfectly for her, so tight that she couldn’t help but notice It.
Finally, Agnissa pulled a heavy leather and metal waist clincher around Alenta’s midriff. She locked it with heavy padlocks at the front. Then she took up cables with her metal gauntlets. With an armour shod knee in the small of Alenta’s back, Angnissa pulled the twisted wires taut. The belt tightened brutally around ALenta’s waist, spikes digging into her muscles. Alenta winced as the cables were clamped tightly and locked with another padlock. The discomfort would be her permanent companion now. The rings dangling from this corset would bare her gear and hold her in bondage.
This would be the closest thing to armour she was allowed to wear.
There was a great deal of clanging weight hanging from the front of this collar already.
Alenta felt the solid armour of Agnissia press against her wounded back painfully as the Mistress of Repentance leaned over.
Grabbing each wrist in turn Agnessia clamp a solid manacle around them. Her wrists were held tightly nearly meeting. Close enough that all she could do with her hands was touch her rubber covered face or metal-enclosed neck.
Mistress of Repentance Agnissa stood, her power armoured boots rang again against the stone floor, echoing in the hall.
Alenta could see the heavy chain leading from her neck and wrists. She stood just as the chain pulled taught and was led through the door.
Through the holy hall’s she was pulled, to where she be finally judged.
Finally, Alenta was bought through to the Cloister of Judgement. A dark room, lit by many spluttering candles. What could be seen of the walls were bare except for large symbols of judgement and a dizzying array of bondage and torture equipment. The air was heavy with cloying incense, far more intense than the vast quantities used throughout the rest of this chapel.
Sister Dogmata Sabathula Dissica was leaning on her Mace of Righteousness waiting to oversee the process.
She would have already decided what was required for Alenta’s repentance.
Agnissa pulled the chain in her hands over an included metal gurney in the centre of the room. The sound of loud gears and the pulling on the chain indicated it was secure.
Alenta was pulled close to the bench by the winding of the gears.
With her own strength, and that of her power-armour, Agnissa forced Alenta against that bench. She unlocked the chain from Alenta’s collar. Quickly Alenta’s wrists were pulled above her head and the metal gurney was pushed back taking the Repentia’s weight.
Carabiners were pulled and hooked around loops on either side of Alenta’s waist clincher. Holding her firmly against the metal table.
With the table nearly horizontal, Agnissa clamped solid cuffs around Alenta’s ankles. The chain connected to her wrists continued to become shorter until Alenta was stretched between the two.
For a second the pressure was becoming too much and Alenta feared that Dogmata Dissica had some other punishment in mind. Fortunately when the tension was merely painful and not crippling Agnissa stopped the machine.
From a side table in the room, Agnissa took a large cloth that was written over with the same litanies of repentance that Alenta was intoning in the main hall. She Wrapped it into a tight ball and forced it into Agnissa’s mouth. It more than filled that cavity and threatened to spring out until Agnissa sealed it with another, smaller cloth, that was wrapped over her face and tied behind her head.
This was only a temporary situation but it made Alenta worry about what was going to happen next.
“Sister Alenta,” The Dogmata said. Her voice was loud and powerful. “Your self admitted crimes included the abandonment of holy service and misuse of Ecclesiarchy property while fornicating. Your repentance must carry this forward now.”
At that Sabathula Dissica’s Mace of Righteousness burned with fire. To Alenta’s horror Sabathula used it to light a crimson candle that was covered in holy scripture. The scent of that candle overpowered the incense in the room. It wasn’t scented like the million other candles in this chapel but stunk of solvent and chemicals.
Despite the knowledge of her guilt Alenta couldn’t help but test the chains holding her.
Sabathula bought the candle over to Alenta. Agnissa was waiting. Holding a long, narrow, prayer scroll positioned over her Alenta’s nipple.
Sabathula dripped the wax onto Alenta’s nipple and the scroll.
Alenta howled in pain only for her tight gag to absorb her cries. Tears ran from her eyes and across her red mask as a large mound of wax built up.
Agnissa pressed a fleur de ly stamp into the wax forming a perfect seal covering Alenta’s agonised nipple.
The pair did the same to Alenta’s other nipple generating even more futile, thrashing, tears, and muffled squeals.
It wasn’t the pain that Alenta was afraid of. Even though this candle burned far hotter than normal wax, more akin to hot glue. She would happily flog the skin from her back if asked to by the sisterhood.
No, it was the already fading sensation in her nipples that was the worry. What should have been relief was now a sign that the sensation in her teat has been sealed away by drugs locked in that fake wax.
So when Agnissa spread her labia and placed that scroll against her clitoris Alenta was already sobbing. As the molten wax covered her clitoris the pain was immense. Had Alenta not had been gagged so thoroughly the entire convent would have heard her screams.
Then Agnissa pressed that stamp to create that seal over her sex.
Alenta could feel second by second, the pain subsides, the touch of the cloth against her sex disappearing.
Then there was no feeling at all.
And now she would not be able to feel the touch of that precious beauty that was the love of her life, Kimber Lanate.
Agnissa lifted the end of the table, where Alenta’s feet were attached. Alenta’s head was pitched downwards at about 45 degrees.
There was some fiddling with the table at her feet and then the outside frame of the bed hinged at Alenta’s waist lifting her feet further. Her feet stopped at about right angles. Alenta’s weight was then born by the chains attached to her waist clincher.
Then Agnissa slid something that separated Alenta’s legs even further across that frame.
The pain of the wax on her butt next to her asshole was not as excruciating but it was relentless. Upsidedown there Alenta bit her gag as tears flowed up her face. Again Agnissa pressed that seal leaving the second streamer of prayer cloth hanging down like a tail.
Alenta knew this would kill the sensation there. Hopefully, her anal sphincter would still work.
With much metallic clanking, Agnissa pulled her legs back down and turned the table head up again.
She had just recovered some of her composure when Agnissa put her things on the side table and undid the gag. The Repentia Superior unwrapped her face and pulled the saliva soaked cloth out.
Alenta took several deep breaths.
She should have known it was too early to recover.
Suddenly Agnessa was pushing a metal device into Alenta’s mouth. A metal bars were hooked behind each row of teeth. When the Repentia Superior squeezed it together by Alenta’s cheek it forced her mouth to open a painfully wide amount.
Then Agnissa Storm picked up a pair of vicious teethed tongs. The pincher was pushed into Alenta’s mouth, clamped around the tip of her tongue and Agnissa pulled it out. Alenta’s tongue was stretched further than it should go when the hot wax dripped onto it. With her tongue held firmly, blood, starting to seep from it, Alenta could do nothing but weep.
With a smaller metal stamp, Agnissa pressed that seal directly onto her tongue. Waiting a little while for it to cool before letting go and it retreating into Alenta’s mouth.
Alenta pressed the seal against the roof of her mouth and her teeth. It was a solid as resin and completely stuck to her tongue.
She soon stopped as the sensation in her tongue went. She knew that her ability to discern flavours would be taken with it.
Anissa pitched Altana’s feet upwards a little, unlocking the chains on her ankles. Then Anissa released the carabiners attached to Alenta’s waist clincher with a metallic clatter.
The Repentia Superior then pitched the table completely upright leaving Altena’s dangling from the chains around her wrists.
Disappearing behind the gurney Angnessia released the clicking gears that held the chain on Anissa’s wrists.
Alenta stepped back, finding that her ankle cuffs were now attached by a stout chain. As the rattling chain attached to the bed became slack, Anissa took it out pulling it free the rest of the way.
Anissa then dragged her out of the room by her wrist cuffs.
Alenta’s feet rattled as the chain pulled to its full length with every step. Shortening her pace and causing her to have to walk nearly twice as fast the power armoured Anissa to keep from being dragged over.
Anissa dragged her through an open door. She pushed Alenta down onto the bed at the other side of the room.
This room was little more than an undecorated prison cell.
Retrieving the theatrically large ring of keys from her waist Anissa unlocked the chain from the Repentia’s wrists. The Mistress of Repentance rolled up the chain and stored that on her belt. She was already out of the door by the time she had finished with that and slammed, then locked, the cell door.
The only thing other than the bed, toilet, basin and small table was an Aquila firmly affixed to the wall.
Alenta knelt and hung her head in front of it. She begun to pray.
****
Having no idea how long she had been there Alenta was surprised when the door was unlocked. The thick door opened slowly. A tray of food was bought in and Alenta saw that her prayers had been answered.
The beautiful young woman Kimber Lanate was bearing the tray. She was dressed in simple servant's robes but her bright green eyes and charming face were still everything to the sister.
“ALENTA!” Gasped Kimber. Running into the room and putting the tray on the table. She already had tears in her eyes. “Alenta I’m so sorry.”
The new Repentia stood quickly, just quick enough to have the girls arms wrapped tightly around her chained arms and body.
Even in bare feet Alenta dwarfed the slight girl. Not just in height but more in the breadth of her nearly naked, smoothly, muscular body.
“Don’t cry my world,” said Alenta. Her voice was somewhat slurred despite the hours spent praying to regain some control of her mouth. “I was rendered insensible by your galactic beauty but I should never have let it cloud my mind such I abandoned my holy mission and misused chapel property.”
“But you were controlled by those drugs,” Kimber stammered. “We both were. Surely they could see that.”
“That is no excuse in the eyes of the sisterhood,” said Alenta. Though she did not say that she had decided to report herself. “A Sororitas must strive to be unaffected by such things. At least as much as it causes heresy.”
Kimber was weeping openly but to Alenta her honest emotions only made her more beatific.
Kimber's hand gently stroked the Alenta’s Repentia mask, her delicate fingers squeaking across that rubber. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Alenta.
Kimber pulled away her face shocked. Her hand raised to her lips and came away stained red with blood. “What’s wrong Alenta? What is that.”
There were many things wrong but for Alenta to not kiss Kimber with her whole being was torture. And she felt that hard disk attached to the sister’s tongue.
“It’s a body seal Kimber. It dulls the sensation in the region it is attached to and cannot be removed except for a secret oil that only the Ecclesiarchy has.”
“So you can’t feel or taste?”
“Yes, I shall be biting my tongue a lot more than this. It is merely one of the things taken from me.”
Kimber’s hand caressed Alenta’s exquisite, full breast. Her elegant thumb stroked the hard seal covering the other woman’s nipple. The area around the seal was bright red from the burning but Alenta did not look to feel any touch there. “And here?” she said.
“Yes,” said Alenta. Her voice was definite. “..and also…” She said. Her face turning from Kimber and unable to finish.
Kimber knew exactly what was meant and the guilt she felt was obvious. “This was because of me, wasn’t it,” she said. Hanging her head.
Alenta’s strong hand raised her chin. “No Kimber. This was because of me. But I will come back to you I swear.”
“But aren’t Repentia’s doomed,” Kimber asked.
“Most are. That’s true. But most are forced to make up for their mistakes or die trying. To them, it does not matter if they succeed because to die is to earn redemption. But I have you, My World. I will fight a factor harder knowing the most perfect of all the Emperors daughters waits for me.”
Alenta dropped to her knees, her shackled hands holding one of Kimber’s. “You are already my miracle my beloved lady Lanate. I merely need to live up to it now.”