Sacred Heart, Open Sea
Copyright© 2026 by Melqyiadia
Chapter 1: the Invitation
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1: the Invitation - An Erotic Series of a Female Group tour from a Convent in Kolkata to Andaman Islands, on Missionary Works. The Group consists of Mother Superior, Two Nuns and Sex Orphan Girls.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Mult Age Gap Teenagers Blackmail Coercion Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction MaleDom Humiliation Rough Harem Indian Male Indian Female First Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Foot Fetish Small Breasts Indian Erotica Slow AI Generated
Jeevan’s house stood above the quieter side of Port Blair, white walls broken by dark timber and long balconies facing the sea. It was not ostentatious in the usual way. There were no unnecessary lights, no guards hovering near the gate, no expensive cars arranged for display. The place simply carried the confidence of money that no longer needed to introduce itself.
Babu had landed from the mainland that morning.
The message from Jeevan had been brief.
Come in the evening. Surprise.
By eleven, dinner was finished.
The two men sat on the wide upper balcony with a bottle of Scotch between them. Empty plates had been pushed aside. Cigarette smoke drifted toward the railing and vanished into the warm sea breeze.
Babu stretched his legs beneath the table and took another drag.
“Alright, boss. Enough suspense. What is it?”
Jeevan rolled the whisky once around his glass. “Three weeks.” Babu waited. “Southern side,” Jeevan added. “St. Anthony’s area.”
Babu stared at him. “Three weeks?”
“Yes.”
“Who the fuck spends three weeks near St. Anthony’s?”
Jeevan smiled faintly.
“That was more or less my first question.”
“There’s nothing there.”
“There are islands.”
“There are always islands. That doesn’t make them interesting.”
Jeevan poured another measure into his glass.
“Catholic mission group from Kolkata. They’re reopening an old chapel. Some outreach work with the local people.”
Babu let his head fall back against the chair.
“This is your surprise?”
Jeevan said nothing.
“Boss, you called me back from the mainland for church duty?”
Still nothing. Babu narrowed his eyes. He knew that silence.
Jeevan reached beside his chair, picked up a thin government file and dropped it onto Babu’s lap.
“Look.”
Babu opened it. Permit papers. Passenger details.
Photographs clipped behind the forms. His expression changed almost immediately.
Jeevan noticed.
Babu went through the pages more slowly.
Three women in religious dress.
Florensa, forty-eight.
Theresa, thirty-six.
Mary, twenty-eight.
Then six young women. All 18.
Martha, Cecilia, Maggie, Ruth, Veronica & Agnes
Babu went back to the photographs.
He looked at one, then another. Finally, he gave a low whistle.
“That’s everyone?”
“Everyone.”
“No fathers?”
“No.”
“No church men?”
“No.”
Babu looked up.
“Just them?”
“And us.”
A grin began forming.
“Now I understand the surprise.”
Jeevan leaned back and lit another cigarette.
Babu returned to the photographs.
“This Mary...”
Jeevan glanced across.
“What about her?”
“Pretty.”
He shifted to another photograph.
“And this one-Veronica.”
Jeevan said nothing.
Babu lingered over Martha’s photograph next.
“The one with glasses?”
“Martha.”
“You already memorized the names?”
“I had to read the paperwork.”
“Of course you did.”
Jeevan laughed once.
Babu placed the file on the table but kept one hand over it.
“Three weeks?”
“Approximately.”
“And you’re captaining?”
“Yes.”
That surprised him more than anything else.
“You?”
“Me.”
“I thought you stopped doing these runs yourself.”
“Mostly.”
“So why this one?”
Jeevan looked toward the dark water beyond the balcony.
“I felt like going.”
Babu laughed. “Right.”
Jeevan looked back at him.
“If nothing happens, nothing happens. It’s still three weeks away from the office. Been too long since I did a proper run.”
Babu picked up the file again.
“You’re becoming philosophical.”
“And you’re becoming desperate.”
“I’m being realistic.”
He looked once more at the group photograph.
“Nuns and college girls.”
“Young women,” Jeevan corrected. “First-year college students.”
“They’re becoming nuns?”
“Apparently. They grew up in the orphanage. Father Sebastian said the church has always expected them to enter religious life eventually.”
Babu gave him a sideways look.
“All six?”
“That’s what I was told.”
“Interesting.”
“Don’t start building fantasies before they’ve even reached the jetty.”
Babu smiled.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“You don’t have to.”
For a few moments only the sea could be heard below them.
Then Jeevan leaned forward.
“Tomorrow afternoon, take the Traveller. Sacred Heart residence. Pick them up and bring them to the jetty.”
“What time?”
“Three-thirty. I want everything loaded before five.”
“Overnight?”
“Yes. We leave before evening. Should reach by morning if the sea behaves.”
Babu nodded.
His eyes had already returned to the photographs.
Jeevan watched him for a moment, then shook his head.
“You’re an idiot.”
“You invited me.”
“That doesn’t make you less of one.”
Babu laughed and raised his glass.
Outside, Port Blair had gone almost completely quiet.
Tomorrow, the trip would begin.
2 days earlier:
The meeting at Sacred Heart Orphanage in Kolkata lasted less than twenty minutes.
That was how Mother Superior Florensa preferred meetings. Short. Clear. Without unnecessary questions.
She stood at the front of the small hall in her cream habit, hands resting lightly before her.
Sisters Theresa and Mary stood behind her.
Six young women sat facing them.
They had heard about the journey a week earlier, just before their final examination. Since then, excitement had circulated quietly among them, surfacing only when no senior nun was nearby.
Florensa looked over the group.
“We leave tomorrow morning.”
Everyone straightened.
“Two days in Port Blair. We will visit the church there, Ross Island and some nearby places. After that we travel south.”
Cecilia’s expression brightened despite herself.
Florensa noticed.
Her eyes remained on the group.
“We are going to St. Anthony’s Island. There is an old chapel there. Years ago I worked in that mission myself.”
That immediately made the place feel more serious.
“We will reopen it temporarily. Clean the building. Assist the local families. Conduct prayer meetings. Help wherever required.”
She paused.
“You were selected because your academic work has been good and because this house expects you to behave responsibly.”
Her gaze moved from one face to another.
Agnes met it directly. Ruth sat perfectly still. Maggie watched quietly. Martha adjusted her glasses.
Cecilia was trying unsuccessfully to hide her excitement.
Veronica looked attentive enough, though Florensa knew that look too well.
“No foolishness,” Florensa said.
Veronica lowered her eyes.
“You represent Sacred Heart. Remember that everywhere you go.”
“Yes, Mother,” Agnes answered first.
The others followed.
“That is all. Dinner. Then pack whatever remains. Everyone will be ready before six tomorrow.”
They stood. Florensa left first. Theresa followed.
Mary waited a moment longer, smiling gently at the six of them before she too walked out.
The silence survived perhaps ten seconds.
Then Cecilia turned toward the others.
“We’re actually going.”
Veronica laughed softly.
“You sound like you only understood it now.”
“I still didn’t believe it.”
“Three weeks away from here,” Veronica said. “I’ll believe anything that gets me three weeks away.”
Agnes frowned.
“We’re going for mission work.”
“Yes, Sister Agnes.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. I will do all the mission work. Happily. On an island.”
Maggie smiled.
Ruth shook her head.
Martha, who had been quiet until then, said almost shyly, “I’ve never seen the sea properly.”
Cecilia turned immediately.
“Really?”
Martha nodded.
“Only pictures.”
“Then tomorrow you’ll see it from the plane.”
“If she gets the window,” Veronica said.
Martha smiled.
Agnes folded her hands in her lap.
“We should be grateful.”
Veronica looked at her.
“You already sound like Florensa Ma’am.”
That earned a few suppressed laughs.
Even Agnes smiled reluctantly.
For a little while the six of them stopped looking like girls raised under convent discipline and looked instead like ordinary college students waiting for their first real journey together.
They were not particularly close friends.
Different courses had separated them during most of the day.
Agnes studied Philosophy.
Cecilia, Education.
Maggie, Literature.
Ruth, Mathematics.
Veronica, Sociology.
Martha, Home Science.
But they had grown beneath the same roof, eaten at the same tables and prayed inside the same chapel for years.
That created its own kind of familiarity.
Later that evening they went together to the prayer room.
Agnes led.
They thanked God for the opportunity.
They prayed for a safe journey.
None of them knew how much they would eventually remember that prayer.
The following morning, Sacred Heart’s church bus took them to the airport.
Florensa had ordered the six students to travel in college uniform.