Baby Catherine 'S Nighmare - Caw 13


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sis Catherine 's Nighmare - CAW 13 Entry.

This was such an exciting fourth dimension for Sister Catherine.

She was a newly initiated member of the Sisters of The Divine Blood. She had always felt herself drawn to a life-time of adoration and armed service. Her devoutly religious Roman Catholic parents had instilled in her a love of the Church at a very young age. A beautiful and healthy young woman, she had been sheltered from many of the temptation of younker and this gave her a innocent quality others found endearing.

She had been posted to the Religious Studies Office of St Peter 's Secondary School as an assistant to the department Head, Fatherhood Coleman. She was particularly fond of the time she did get to expend assisting with teaching.

When she was asked to accompany the elder Art subject area class on a trip to the Detroit Institute of The Arts she was thrilled. Growing up her parents rarely allowed her to attend the Class head trip so many other scholarly person went on. That the trip-up would involved an overnight stay in a hotel was thrilling to her. She rarely got to do anything like that.

The night before the trip she could hardly sleep due to her turmoil. The next aurora she found herself on the schoolhouse bus headed to the Museum. The students were excited but largely behaved themselves.

On a few occasions Mr. Tucker, the Art Teacher, had to abide up and get the students to tone it down. The issue of his address only lasted a unretentive time. Sister Catherine was not overly fond of the rough way he addressed the students, but felt it honest not to say anything. She could smell his growing frustration and decided the succeeding time the students acted up she would help by handling it.

Sure enough, about an minute from Motor City, the shouting and rough housing started again. baby Catherine told Mr. Kennedy she would deal it. He was shocked as he regarded the Nun sitting next to him.

Mr. President Kennedy was a bit of a lax Catholic. He rarely went to Church, but did believe in God and was a good man. Being an Art teacher he was fairly popular with the educatee. Away from the school he was a bit of a madam man and he had a real grasp for the female form. All he could think of as he regarded Sister Catherine was"What a waste."

sis Catherine of Aragon was simply beautiful. Her bland onyx marble skin looked youthful and glow health. Her fully Gallic features represented the best that race had to bid, with her high jugal bone, large luminous gamey optic, and full lip. Her lips begged to be kissed he thought and then berated himself for thinking about a Nun in that way. But even as he did so, his heart roamed over her as she stood and turned to look at the back of the bus.

He was very happy she did not wear a traditional Nun 's use. Her modern woman 's dress was conservative by today 's banner but did not hide her fig. It was full of curves and the swell of her hindquarters drew an appreciative glance.

He could not believe that such a physically attractive woman had given herself to God. He had seen the wedding band on her left hand which symbolized her marriage to God. He just could not occur to clutch with the totally 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 virgin and would never know such physical affair. He also found it surprising how totally incognizant of her instinctive beaut she was.

As Sister Catherine of Aragon stood and began approaching the back of the bus, walking down the Centre aisle, she was unaware that many of the male child were having the like view as Mr. Kennedy Interrnational. Overall the pupil thought she was a really prissy person and a lot unlike from Sister Madonna Alice, a.k.a"daemon Penguin."who had occupied her bill before her. Demon Penguin had been a knuckle rapping, hard charging, fire and native sulfur Nun with the brass like an old shoe. Sister Catherine of Aragon was kind and gentle. Her smiling was ardent and she had the face of an saint.

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

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

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

"Mr. Kennedy has gone to considerable effort to do this slip for all of you. I do n't think you realize the personal heartbreak that arranging a force field stumble entails ... the amount of money of work. He is very worried that something could go ill-timed on this trip and if it does, rest assured, he will remove the inculpation. It is very nerve-racking. It would be so often easier for him to have you sit in a classroom and put you through an agonizing powerpoint introduction of the tremendous art you will see at the Museum. Instead, he decided to bring you on this trip so you can see them for yourselves. I should also name that his decision did help you escape other classes for two days. Do you understand what I am saying ?"She asked.

In unison they replied"Yes sister Catherine."

"trade good then."she said smiling."So why do n't we all work together to demo our grasp to Mr. Kennedy and give the poor man a break."

"No problem sister Catherine."Matthew said as the others nodded.

"Thank you."She said and turned to take the air back to the front of the bus. As she walked she considered that the boys had the potential to be very nice people, but she understood now why they were called the Four horseman by some instructor.

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

She was completely absorbed in the actions of the students until she found herself standing before a exceptional painting.

The incubus by Henri Fuseli was not a body of work she was familiar with.

The painting depicted a red-hot woman laying back in what she considered a sexual position. Her simpleton white dress created an image of purity, but her position suggested a clearly sexual idea in her popular opinion. The fauna sitting astride her vulnerable physical structure was demonic and had a sexual malice to it. If the woman was sleeping she was clearly having a nightmare, as the title suggested, and sister Catherine felt she knew only too well what kind of nightmare.

The chiroscuro effect made the woman 's nocturnal bedevilment stand out in scandalously clear succour. What Sister Catherine of Aragon could not understand was why she felt herself being physically affected by the painting. It was clearly a shocking painting for it 's sentence and the overtly intimate topic in it rattled her slightly.

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

"Quite striking is n't it. It does make one question what sort of nightmare the young adult female is having."Said a man standing next to her.

Sister Catherine turned and looked at the man. He was very handsome and that realization struck her like a lightening bolt. She felt the touch of arousal slowly spreading their fondness through her. Between the influence of viewing the painting and this man 's striking appearing she felt as though she was losing her sentiency of meter and place.

"Yes ... it is interesting"Sister Catherine managed. She could feel she was breathing a bit harder than common.

"Fuseli never commented on why he painted it, or what his purpose was, but I think that it is fairly clear up that he had sexual intent. The way the incubus sits astride her ... seeming to charm her dreams ... having her diffuse physical body laid out so readily to him ... her mind and body so vulnerable."the openhanded stranger said in a representative that radiated seduction.

Sister Catherine the Great found herself unable to calculate away from the picture. She felt herself flushing with arousal and ineffective to respond when she felt the stranger slid a hand onto the small of her back. She could feel the heat radiating from his touch, it 's lovingness spreading through her.

"Some have suggested that this was how the Devil would attend women who slept alone ... arousing them and taking reward of their animal appetites ... their forcible desire to be touched ... to live what was forbidden to them ... pleasures of the body."he continued as his hired hand gently began to caress her back.

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

"Possibly a simple reference to nightmare itself ... the mare suggesting a connection to a horse. That is not true however, as the mare destiny of the female horse portion of the word. Rather, the Son is derived from mara, a Scandinavian mythical term referring to a disembodied spirit sent to torture or gag sleepers."he said simply as he caressed her.

"To my judgment ... the weight of suffocation on the pectus that suggested could easily make up the exercising weight of her ladies' man as she lays beneath him, pinned to the bed .... submitting to his desire to claim her consistency ... to use it for delight ... to violate her in the most personal way and title her as his own."As he spoke he leaned in closer to her, his consistence touching the side of meat of hers and his Book becoming a hot moist whisper in her ears.

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

sis Catherine suddenly came back to herself. She stepped aside quickly and turned to look the man. He was tall, at least six ft and had a dark seductive quality that she had never encountered before. His middle seemed so deep and filled with mysteries, hinting at the very carnal pleasures the painting had suggested.

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

The unknown 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 second you walked into the picture gallery. A cleaning lady such as yourself being locked in denial by joining herself to a life without the passion of a lover 's touch ... it 's a sin."He concluded playfully.

"I ... I am a retainer of God and I will thank you not to be so familiar."She said allowing some righteous indignation to enter her articulation. She also felt pity for having allowed this to happen in the first place. At that moment she hated the nightmare by Mr. Fuseli. She hated the feelings it had created in her and how exposed it had made her to this lecherous man who did not even seem to deal about her Holy Vows.

"Please accept 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 name. She turned to ask him, but the well trim handsome unknown was gone. She felt respite at this and more than sure of herself suddenly. She shook her point and carried on with the term of enlistment, finding the tiddler and joining the chemical group again.

Later that Nox she was alone in her hotel way and had finished her eve prayers. All through them she could not shake the impression that the man and that painting had created in her. She did not feel at ease and wondered why she had allowed that man 's overt flirting and touching of her person.

During her shower down 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 dominance of herself. The piss was scalding hot and she felt as if she had been trying to disinfect her dead 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 aright thing and walked away from him. She fell asleep feeling at serenity and confident in her faith.

babe Catherine was not sure why, but she jerked awake from her eternal sleep. She had the spirit she had been running from someone. She was breathing hard and sweating. She could discover the faint sound of traffic and her oculus searched the dark shadower of her hotel room.

Unsure why, she had the lingering flavour she was not alone. She quickly sat up and reached over, turning on the lamp. As it 's warm lighting filled the elbow room she found she could not shake the frigidness chill that sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly and deliberately she got out of the bed and stood adjacent to it, shy why she felt threatened. Glancing at the clock she noted it was 3:00am. That did not make her feel any better. She knew that time represented the diabolical witching hour, a mockery of the holy place Trinity.

Glancing around Catherine the Great saw her rosary on the bedside table and quickly picked it up. Clutching it in both script she stood there shaking. Her fright was palpable and for her the high-risk share was that it was a unknown fright. Gathering her firmness and uttering a quick prayer she slowly made her metrical unit motion. She methodically moved through the hotel room and found she was apparently alone. The door was still locked and the entry dominance bolt in place. No one could get into the room.

Her nous began reasoning out how foolish she was being. Telling herself that she was being silly and mocking her own paranoia. Her modern font reason overruled her instinctual self and she was soon blaming the strange 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 room for at to the lowest degree five minutes, and debated with herself for God only knows how long. As this realization was sinking in she felt a bone chilling frigidity begin to wash over her body.

It was at that moment that the brightness went out, the bulb exploding loudly.

Just as she was about to squall Sister Catherine felt the travelling bag of an icy hired hand as it grabbed her around the throat, silencing her before she could call out. The terror she felt began consuming her as she realized that she could not see what was attacking her.

The cold seemed to be seeping into her bone, numbing her, making it toilsome to react. Her struggles were futile against her unseen opposition. 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 flooring easily, as if her attacker was mocking her vulnerability, she felt the pang of her own tears as they flowed from her eyes. Her inability to breath creating a horror in her she had never before known.

Her night shirt was suddenly pluck taunt at the neckline she tried to grab it. She desperately thought that somehow maintaining control of the thin night shirt would somehow constitute her expected death more ennoble.

With a sudden burst of top executive she felt the garment torn to shreds and pulled off her body. visible radiation headed from lack of air she watched as it was seemingly thrown across the room. She tried to say a concluding prayer in her psyche, but the tingle in her consistence and her terror prevented her from forming the words.

Abruptly she was thrown through the air and landed on her back on the bed. She lay there gasping for air, ineffectual to arrive at her oxygen deprived body move. She felt herself screaming in her mind to run, to flee this terrible blank space. Her consistence would not respond. She tried to speak but the injury to her neck made it hard to do anything but croak.

She sensed her attacker crawling onto the ft of the bed. His methodical movements as he crawled above her naked prone body sending new seeds of scourge through her. Her mind was beginning to grasp what it was her attacker wanted, the violation that was to come.

She tried to roll to get off the bed but was knocked two-dimensional again by a powerful smack to her face. Dazed by the bump she barely registered the bone numbing chill of her wrists being grabbed and pinned to the bed above her heading. Feeling the system of weights of her attacker 's body crushing her into the mattress she finally found her representative and managed to scream"supporter me ! ”.

The audio of her scream was cut off as she was slapped on the paired impertinence from before, snapping her headland to the side and stunning her.

She barely registered the tearing of her T. H. White panties as they were ripped off her vulnerable body. Inside she knew now that her trunk, never before exposed to any man, was clearly visible to the diabolical attacker. There was no other account for what was assaulting her and the reality of it drove her fear to new heights.

Sister Catherine II was struggling with every once of strength she had, but it was not enough to give up her from her supernatural captor.

With sudden viciousness her pegleg were spread extensive and turn away, until her knees were by her shoulder. Cathrine 's pussy now lay totally undecided to violation. She was about to call again when she felt her mouth covered by something that was moth-eaten and slimy. The tongue was licking all over her mouth. Shaking her head she managed to work it to the side. She felt the long tongue begin licking her from her neck and up over her ear.

No matter how Sister Catherine of Aragon moved she could not escape the tongue that was exploring her shapely cervix. It proved to be only a distraction though as shortly she felt something probing at the lips of her exposed virgin cunt.

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

With a sudden painful knife thrust she felt the demonic cock thrusting deep into her. As her Hymen was obliterated by the invading cock she heard laughter in that Lapp dismal tone. Its deep resonance stole away any hope that had flickered in her soul.

Screaming out in pain in the ass Sister Catherine was silenced as the ogre 's spit invaded her lip. It 's foul breathing spell filling her nostril as it 's tongue corrupted her mouth.

The daemon did not waver to fuck his new conquest and began thrusting deeply and rapidly into her. The force play of his thrusts drove her into the mattress. Helpless beneath him she found herself sickened and crushed by this ultimate usurpation of a body she had devoted to God.

"What the thing babe Catherine ? Do n't you like getting fucked ?"the demon said in mocking musical note 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 extraordinary way and was completely unprepared for the look it created. She was mortified when her body began to lead astray her as she was starting to feel joy. Loathing began to fill her as her brain tried to refuse what her body was feeling. When she felt the neglected nipples on her wide chest suddenly being lapped at and tugged upon she felt her resolve crumbling.
As her first climax began to line through her torso she cried out in pleasance and gave herself over to it. She immediately hated herself for it as the demon began to laugh.

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

snag flowed again as she felt her body continuing to cuckold her. She had never had to contend with this type of physical pleasure before and had never known it existed.

"I have another idea."the demon informed Sister Catherine.

With military posture and hurrying she found herself suddenly face down on the bed. His iron traction closed on her hips and pulled her up to her human knee. With no regard for Catherine of Aragon he forced her head down into the bed.

"Let 's try bow-wow style my sweet little bitch."he informed her as he shoved his shaft deep into her maltreat pussy again. What ensued was a time period of hard fucking, his cock banging at her twat without any remorse. She felt his nose candy raining down on her ass and back as he abused her body. The pain of his assault and the pleasure of his rooster made her ineffective to think.

When Sister Catherine the Great 's adjacent climax exploded through her body she heard him grunting. He grabbed her hair in a powerful clenched fist and jerked her foreland back as he drove himself deep into her.

"Oh Inferno Yeah !"he yelled as he flooded her raped pussy with his demonic seed. She felt the affected passion of it filling her completely, spilling out around his mighty dick and running down her second joint.

baby Catherine of Aragon could get a line her ragged respiration and was shamed by the aftershocks of her own orgasm. When he pulled his cock from her and suddenly she no longer felt him touching her she hoped it was over.

Weakly she rolled onto her back and cast her eyes about the room. Her fright eyes flickered to every darkness and every corner of the room. Catherine managed slowly managed to push herself up until she was seated on the side of the bed.

With considerable will Catherine forced herself to get up. Her feeble leg barely capable to support her. She began to cry again as she moved along the rampart. She knew if she could get to the room access that supporter would be close by.

When her hand closed on the doorway knob she was dragged backwards and thrown to the floor. Before she could get her bearing she was grabbed by her hair and lifted clear of the trading floor again.

"Oh baby Catherine, silly silly baby Catherine. I hope you did n't think that just one load in your pussy was enough."the daimon said mockingly."Because I really ca n't wait to tap that heavenly ass."

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

In the break of day babe Catherine of Aragon was found in her hotel room the victim of what was surely a brutal Brassica napus. She was bound to the bed naked, her body covered in bruises and bite marks. Her mouth was hanging open and her middle stared vacantly upwards.
At the hospital she lay catatonic. Not responding to anything or anyone. She lay forgetful to the flowers that filled the elbow room or the Priest that knelt beside her praying for her recovery. Sister Catherine 's torment head was not aware of the yell students in the hall.

A shortsighted distance away two Doctor 's were speaking in pipe down tone.

"I 'm telling you I have never seen a rape dupe 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 diocese signed off for the miscarriage and Henry is doing it in the sunup. She ca n't persuade that sister to term, it will vote down her. Even they know it."

"will you be here ?"Dr. Kenneth Bancroft Clark asked.

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

After a mutual look of shared misery for pitiful Sister Catherine 's predicament the two medico 's walked away.

Appearing out of a darkened corridor nearby a well dressed bounteous man stood with his hands on his hips 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 nanny walk down the corridor. The man began walking toward Sister Catherine 's room."I think our kid deserves better than that and I know his pricey Mother would agree. ”
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