Sister Catherine 's Nighmare - CAW 13 Entry.

This was such an shake up clip for baby Catherine.

She was a newly initiated member of the Sisters of The Divine rake. She had always felt herself drawn to a life of adoration and service. Her devoutly religious Roman Catholic parents had instilled in her a love of the Church at a very unseasoned age. A beautiful and intelligent Loretta Young woman, she had been sheltered from many of the temptations of young person and this gave her a innocent quality others found endearing.

She had been posted to the Religious subject field Office of St Peter 's Secondary School as an supporter to the Department Head, Father Coleman. She was particularly fond of the time she did get to drop assisting with teaching.

When she was asked to play along the senior Art Studies class on a misstep to the Detroit Institute of The artistry she was thrilled. Growing up her parents rarely allowed her to attend the family misstep so many other students went on. That the trip would involved an nightlong stay in a hotel was thrilling to her. She rarely got to do anything like that.

The night before the head trip she could hardly sleep due to her excitement. The following morning she found herself on the school bus headed to the Museum. The bookman were excited but largely behaved themselves.

On a few occasions Mr. Sophie Tucker, the Art Teacher, had to stand up and get the student to tone it down. The effect of his speech only lasted a shortsighted time. Sister Catherine was not to a fault fond of the harsh way he addressed the scholar, but felt it best not to say anything. She could sense his growing frustration and decided the next meter the students acted up she would assist by handling it.

Sure enough, about an minute from Detroit, the shouting and rough housing started again. Sister Catherine told Mr. Kennedy Interrnational she would handle it. He was shocked as he regarded the Nun sitting adjacent to him.

Mr. Kennedy was a bit of a lax Catholic. He rarely went to Church, but did believe in God and was a commodity man. Being an Art instructor he was fairly pop with the students. Away from the school he was a bit of a ladies man and he had a real number perceptiveness for the female form. All he could think of as he regarded Sister Catherine was"What a waste."

sister Catherine the Great was simply beautiful. Her smooth alabaster pelt looked youthful and radiated health. Her fully Gallic features represented the honorable that race had to offer, with her high gear cheekbones, large lambent drear heart, and wide-cut lips. Her lips begged to be kissed he thought and then berated himself for thinking about a Nun in that manner. But even as he did so, his eyes roamed over her as she stood and turned to look at the book binding of the bus.

He was very happy she did not outwear a traditional Nun 's habit. Her modern woman 's attire was conservative by today 's standard but did not hide her figure. It was wide of curves and the sheik of her buttocks drew an appreciative glimpse.

He could not consider that such a physically attractive adult female had given herself to God. He had seen the wedding band on her allow paw which symbolized her matrimony to God. He just could not follow to travelling bag with the whole vow of chastity thing. She deserved the attentions of a man and he felt it was a waste she had blocked herself off from such. He knew she was a Virgo the Virgin and would never have sex such physical intimacy. He also found it surprising how totally incognizant of her lifelike beauty she was.

As babe Catherine stood and began approaching the back of the bus, walking down the inwardness aisle, she was unaware that many of the boys were having the same thoughts as Mr. President Kennedy. Overall the students thought she was a really nice mortal and a lot different from Sister Mary Alice, a.k.a"Demon Penguin."who had occupied her posting before her. demon Penguin had been a knuckle joint rapping, grueling charging, fire and native sulfur Nun with the face like an old skid. Sister Catherine the Great was kind and gentle. Her smile was warm and she had the face of an holy person.

It only took her a few moment to figure out the four boys who were being the most troubled. As she got closer she noticed they fell understood and were watching her.

"St. Peter, Saint Patrick, Justin and Matthew ... I need to ask you to help me with something."she said gently.

This approach caught them off guard and Justin said"What do you need baby ?"

"Mr. Kennedy has gone to considerable attempt to arrange this trip for all of you. I do n't cogitate you realize the personal grief that arranging a field trip entails ... the sum of study. He is very worried that something could go ill-timed on this trip and if it does, roost assured, he will hold the blame. It is very stressful. It would be so practically prosperous for him to get you sit in a classroom and put you through an agonizing powerpoint introduction of the wondrous art you will see at the Museum. Instead, he decided to fetch you on this slip so you can see them for yourselves. I should also mention that his decision did avail you escape early classes for two days. Do you realise what I am saying ?"She asked.

In unison they replied"Yes babe Catherine."

"Good then."she said smiling."So why do n't we all work together to show our perceptiveness to Mr. Kennedy and give the hapless man a break."

"No job Sister Catherine."St. Matthew the Apostle said as the others nodded.

"Thank you."She said and turned to walk back to the front end of the bus. As she walked she considered that the boy had the electric potential to be very skillful hoi polloi, but she understood now why they were called the Little Joe Horseman by some teacher.

Upon arriving at the museum the division was quickly organized into pairs and lead inside. As they travelled the galleries Sister Catherine the Great thought that they did seem to be enjoying themselves. They were behaving and appeared heedful to their guide.

She was completely absorbed in the legal action of the scholar until she found herself standing before a particular picture.

The Nightmare by Henri Fuseli was not a study she was familiar with.

The painting depicted a buxom cleaning lady laying back in what she considered a sexual position. Her simpleton white attire created an image of ingenuousness, but her position suggested a clearly intimate theme in her opinion. The creature sitting astride her vulnerable body was demonic and had a sexual maliciousness to it. If the woman was sleeping she was clearly having a incubus, as the statute title suggested, and Sister Catherine felt she knew only too well what kind of nightmare.

The chiroscuro essence made the woman 's nocturnal harassment stand out in scandalously top fill-in. What Sister Catherine could not translate was why she felt herself being physically affected by the picture. It was clearly a scandalous painting for it 's time and the overtly intimate theme in it rattled her slightly.

It was not until she was startled by a voice beside her that she realized she had been completely lost in it 's imagery.

"Quite striking is n't it. It does progress to one curiosity what kind of nightmare the untested woman is having."Said a man standing next to her.

Sister Catherine turned and looked at the man. He was very fine-looking and that recognition struck her like a lightening bolt of lightning. She felt the spirit of foreplay slowly spreading their fondness through her. Between the influence of viewing the painting and this man 's come upon show she felt as though she was losing her sense of meter and billet.

"Yes ... it is interesting"Sister Catherine the Great managed. She could feel she was breathing a bit heavy than usual.

"Fuseli never commented on why he painted it, or what his design was, but I think that it is fairly cleared that he had sexual aim. The way the incubus sits astride her ... seeming to influence her dreams ... having her soft flesh laid out so readily to him ... her psyche and consistence so vulnerable."the giving stranger said in a voice that radiated seduction.

Sister Catherine found herself unable to see away from the painting. She felt herself flushing with stimulation and unable to react when she felt the unknown slid a manus onto the small of her book binding. She could feel the rut radiating from his jot, it 's affectionateness spreading through her.

"Some have suggested that this was how the Devil would pay heed adult female who slept alone ... arousing them and taking advantage of their sensual appetite ... their physical desire to be touched ... to see what was forbidden to them ... pleasures of the body."he continued as his hand gently began to caress her back.

Sister Catherine was entranced by his words and touch and said quietly"I do n't understand the horse."

"Possibly a childlike reference to nightmare itself ... the mare suggesting a connectedness to a horse cavalry. That is not honest however, as the mare portion of the mare constituent of the word. Rather, the word is derived from mara, a Scandinavian mythical term referring to a tone sent to torment or suffocate sleepers."he said simply as he caressed her.

"To my mind ... the weight of suffocation on the chest that suggested could easily represent the weight unit of her lady killer as she lays beneath him, pinned to the bed .... submitting to his desire to claim her body ... to use it for pleasure ... to violate her in the most personal way and claim her as his own."As he spoke he leaned in finisher to her, his consistency touching the side of hers and his Word of God becoming a hot moist rustling in her ears.

"Imagine that feeling ... being claimed ... surrendering ... the pleasure that is possible."he said in a seductive whispering.

sister Catherine II suddenly came back to herself. She stepped aside quickly and turned to face the man. He was tall, at least six substructure and had a dingy seductive quality that she had never encountered before. His centre seemed so deep and filled with enigma, hinting at the very carnal pleasures the house painting had suggested.

"I 'm sad, I have to get back to my students."She said quickly.

The stranger glanced around and said"Well if you must Sister."with a clearly flirty smile.

"How did ... You know I am a Nun ?"She asked.

"I noticed you the mo you walked into the gallery. A woman such as yourself being locked in denial by joining herself to a sprightliness without the warmth of a lover 's touch modality ... it 's a sin."He concluded playfully.

"I ... I am a retainer of God and I will give thanks you not to be so familiar."She said allowing some righteous outrage to enter her voice. She also felt pity for having allowed this to happen in the first of all place. At that moment she hated the Nightmare by Mr. Fuseli. She hated the tactual sensation it had created in her and how exposed it had made her to this lecherous man who did not even seem to worry about her Holy Vows.

"Please admit my apologies Sister Catherine."he said as she had turned to walk away.

sister Catherine had taken perhaps ten steps before she wondered how he knew her gens. She turned to ask him, but the well spiffed up handsome stranger was gone. She felt rest period at this and more sure of herself suddenly. She shook her head and carried on with the tour, finding the Kyd and joining the group again.

Later that Nox she was alone in her hotel room and had finished her evening prayers. All through them she could not agitate the feelings that the man and that painting had created in her. She did not experience at easiness and wondered why she had allowed that man 's overt flirtations and touching of her person.

During her shower she realized that she felt dirty, somehow that she had been violated by him. She found herself scrubbing in a near frenzy before she got ascendence of herself. The piddle was scalding hot and she felt as if she had been trying to disinfect her body.

She eventually made her way to the bed and laid down to sleep. By this time she had calmed herself and convinced herself that she had done the mighty thing and walked away from him. She fell asleep feeling at ataraxis and confident in her religious belief.

sister Catherine was not for certain why, but she jerked awake from her sleep. She had the notion she had been running from someone. She was breathing hard and sweating. She could hear the faint sound of traffic and her eyes searched the dark tail of her hotel elbow room.

Unsure why, she had the lingering touch she was not alone. She quickly sat up and reached over, turning on the lamp. As it 's warm light filled the elbow room she found she could not shake the frigidity chill that sent a shiver down her pricker. Slowly and deliberately she got out of the bed and stood next to it, unsure why she felt jeopardise. Glancing at the clock she noted it was 3:00am. That did not establish her tactile property any comfortably. She knew that clip represented the demonic witching hour, a mockery of the holy Trinity.

Glancing around Catherine saw her rosary on the bedside table and quickly picked it up. Clutching it in both helping hand she stood there shaking. Her awe was palpable and for her the worst percentage was that it was a unidentified fear. Gathering her resolve and uttering a quick prayer she slowly made her feet movement. She methodically moved through the hotel room and found she was apparently alone. The door was still locked and the first appearance ascendance deadbolt in place. No one could come into the way.

Her thinker began reasoning out how foolish she was being. Telling herself that she was being silly and mocking her own paranoia. Her modern intellect overruled her instinctual ego and she was soon blaming the unknown day she had and the chocolate bar she had eaten before bed.

Glancing at the clock as she walked back to her bed she saw it was 3:00am still. She suddenly realized that was not possible. She had been looking around the way for at least five minutes, and debated with herself for God only knows how long. As this realization was sinking in she felt a pearl chilling dusty Begin to wash over her body.

It was at that bit that the light went out, the bulb exploding loudly.

Just as she was about to hollo sister Catherine felt the bag of an icy hired hand as it grabbed her around the throat, silencing her before she could anticipate out. The scourge she felt began consuming her as she realized that she could not see what was attacking her.

The frigidness seemed to be seeping into her bones, numbing her, making it strong to respond. Her battle were futile against her unseen opponent. His strength, because she felt as though it was a him, was like nothing she had ever encountered. Fleetingly she was reminded of the hard cold feel of marble under her fingers.

When she felt herself being lifted from the floor easily, as if her attacker was mocking her vulnerability, she felt the con game of her own tears as they flowed from her heart. Her inability to breath creating a horror in her she had never before known.

Her Night shirt was suddenly draw taunting at the neckline she tried to take hold of it. She desperately thought that somehow maintaining controller of the thin night shirt would somehow micturate her expected expiry more self-respectful.

With a sudden outburst of power she felt the garment torn to smidgin and pulled off her physical structure. twinkle headed from deficiency of air she watched as it was seemingly thrown across the way. She tried to say a final entreaty in her nous, but the shiver in her body and her threat prevented her from forming the Word.

Abruptly she was thrown through the air and landed on her back on the bed. She lay there gasping for air, ineffectual to build her O deprived body move. She felt herself screaming in her psyche to run, to flee this dread place. Her eubstance would not respond. She tried to speak but the accidental injury to her neck made it voiceless to do anything but croak.

She sensed her attacker crawling onto the substructure of the bed. His methodical move as he crawled above her naked prone consistency sending new germ of terror through her. Her judgement was beginning to grasp what it was her attacker wanted, the intrusion that was to come.

She tried to roll to get off the bed but was knocked bland again by a powerful slap to her font. Dazed by the blow she barely registered the off-white numbing chill of her wrists being grabbed and pinned to the bed above her head. Feeling the weight of her attacker 's body crushing her into the mattress she finally found her vocalism and managed to hollo"Help me ! ”.

The auditory sensation of her shrieking was cut off as she was slapped on the opposite face from before, snapping her foreland to the side and stunning her.

She barely registered the tearing of her white panties as they were ripped off her vulnerable body. Inside she knew now that her torso, never before exposed to any man, was clearly seeable to the demonic attacker. There was no other account for what was assaulting her and the world of it drove her fear to new tiptop.

Sister Catherine II was struggling with every once of strong point she had, but it was not enough to exempt her from her occult captor.

With sudden brutality her legs were spread wide and bent, until her knee joint were by her shoulder. Cathrine 's puss now lay totally opened to encroachment. She was about to yell again when she felt her mouth covered by something that was cold and slimy. The glossa was licking all over her mouth. Shaking her head she managed to deform it to the English. She felt the long lingua begin licking her from her neck opening and up over her ear.

No topic how sis Catherine moved she could not escape the tongue that was exploring her shapely neck. It proved to be only a distraction though as shortly she felt something probing at the mouth of her exposed virgin pussy.

"Prepare yourself Bride of Christ"she heard a deep sepulchral voice utter."You 're about to be claimed for another purpose."

With a sudden painful thrust she felt the demonic shaft thrust deep into her. As her Hymen was obliterated by the invading cock she heard laugh in that same dark tone. Its trench resonance stole away any hope that had flickered in her individual.

Screaming out in annoyance Sister Catherine was silenced as the demon 's natural language invaded her sass. It 's choke off breath filling her nostrils as it 's lingua corrupted her mouth.

The devil did not hesitate to fuck his new conquering and began thrusting deeply and rapidly into her. The effect of his thrust drove her into the mattress. Helpless beneath him she found herself sickened and crushed by this ultimate violation of a body she had devoted to God.

"What the matter Sister Catherine ? Do n't you like getting fucked ?"the demon said in mocking tone of voice as he thrust into her."Why do n't I make you really hate me now."

She felt something, like a tongue, beginning to lap at her button while he was still pounding at the gate to her womb. She had never touched herself in such a sinful way and was completely unprepared for the feelings it created. She was mortified when her physical structure began to betray her as she was starting to feel pleasure. Loathing began to fill her as her idea tried to deny what her soundbox was feeling. When she felt the neglected mammilla on her full chest suddenly being lapped at and tugged upon she felt her firmness crumbling.
As her first gear orgasm began to course through her body she cried out in joy and gave herself over to it. She immediately hated herself for it as the daimon began to laugh.

"That 's the spirit. Cum for me the way you have never cum for the Nazarene !"he cried out.

weeping flowed again as she felt her consistence continuing to tell on her. She had never had to contend with this type of physical joy before and had never known it existed.

"I have another idea."the demon informed sister Catherine II.

With strength and upper she found herself suddenly face down on the bed. His iron grip closed on her pelvis and pulled her up to her articulatio genus. With no regard for Catherine he forced her headland down into the bed.

"Let 's try doggy style my sweet petty bitch."he informed her as he shoved his hammer deep into her step pussy again. What ensued was a menses of hard fucking, his cock battering at her twat without any compunction. She felt his bump raining down on her ass and back as he abused her dead body. The pain of his assault and the pleasure of his tool made her unable to reckon.

When babe Catherine 's side by side sexual climax exploded through her body she heard him grunting. He grabbed her hair in a powerful clenched fist and jerked her head back as he drove himself deep into her.

"Oh inferno Yeah !"he yelled as he flooded her raped twat with his infernal seed. She felt the affected heat of it filling her completely, spilling out around his mighty prick and running down her thighs.

Sister Catherine could pick up her ragged breathing and was shamed by the aftershocks of her own orgasm. When he pulled his stopcock from her and suddenly she no longer felt him touching her she hoped it was over.

Weakly she rolled onto her backrest and casting her eyes about the room. Her frightened eyes flickered to every shadow and every box of the room. Catherine managed slowly managed to agitate herself up until she was seated on the side of the bed.

With considerable will Catherine forced herself to get up. Her feeble legs barely able-bodied to patronize her. She began to cry again as she moved along the rampart. She knew if she could get to the threshold that help would be close by.

When her hired hand closed on the threshold knob she was dragged backwards and thrown to the floor. Before she could get her bearing she was grabbed by her pilus and lifted absolved of the floor again.

"Oh Sister Catherine, silly silly Sister Catherine the Great. I hope you did n't think that just one load in your kitty was enough."the demon said mockingly."Because I really ca n't await to tap that heavenly ass."

She barely managed to cry before she felt his cock pound upwards into her ass. Perhaps there is mercy in the world, for at that point she lost cognisance.

In the morning sister Catherine II was found in her hotel room the victim of what was surely a brutal rape. She was bound to the bed naked, her body covered in bruises and sting marks. Her mouth was hanging candid and her eyes stared vacantly upwards.
At the hospital she lay catatonic. Not responding to anything or anyone. She lay unmindful to the flush that filled the room or the Priest that knelt beside her praying for her recovery. sis Catherine 's tortured mind was not mindful of the crying pupil in the hall.

A short distance away two physician 's were speaking in hushed smell.

"I 'm telling you I have never seen a rape victim in this condition before Nariko."said Dr. Gregory Clark to his confrere.

"I know."said Dr. Nariko Tanaka quietly."That does not change what we have to do. The bishopric signed off for the abortion and Joseph Henry is doing it in the morning. She ca n't deport that baby to term, it will drink down her. Even they know it."

"volition you be here ?"Dr. Clark asked.

"I think she deserves it."Dr. Tanaka replied quietly.

After a mutual looking at of shared misery for poor Sister Catherine of Aragon 's plight the two medico 's walked away.

Appearing out of a darkened corridor nearby a well dressed bountiful man stood with his hired hand on his pelvic arch and a sarcastic grin on his face.

"That wo n't do, no Sir. That will not do at all."he said as he watched a pretty nurse walk down the corridor. The man began walking toward Sister Catherine of Aragon 's room."I think our baby deserves better than that and I know his good mother would agree. ”