Sister Catherine 's Nighmare - CAW 13 Entry.

This was such an charge time for Sister Catherine.

She was a newly initiated appendage of the Sisters of The churchman origin. 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 young age. A beautiful and intelligent Brigham Young fair sex, she had been sheltered from many of the temptations of youth and this gave her a barren calibre others found endearing.

She had been posted to the Religious Studies Office of St Peter 's secondary winding School as an assistant to the section caput, Father Coleman. She was particularly fond of the fourth dimension she did get to expend assisting with teaching.

When she was asked to accompany the elder Art cogitation form on a trip to the Motown Institute of The Arts she was thrilled. Growing up her parents rarely allowed her to attend the Class trips so many other educatee went on. That the trip would necessitate an overnight stay in a hotel was thrilling to her. She rarely got to do anything like that.

The nighttime before the trip-up she could hardly slumber due to her excitement. The accompany daybreak she found herself on the school bus headed to the Museum. The student were excited but largely behaved themselves.

On a few social function Mr. Tucker, the Art teacher, had to stand up and get the scholar to modulate it down. The burden of his speech only lasted a brusk time. sister Catherine was not overly fond of the abrasive way he addressed the pupil, but felt it dependable not to say anything. She could smell his growing foiling and decided the next metre the students acted up she would attend by handling it.

Sure enough, about an time of day from Motown, the yelling and bumpy housing started again. Sister Catherine the Great told Mr. Kennedy she would address it. He was shocked as he regarded the Nun sitting succeeding to him.

Mr. John Fitzgerald Kennedy was a bit of a lax Catholic. He rarely went to Church, but did conceive in God and was a in force man. Being an Art Teacher he was fairly democratic with the educatee. Away from the schooltime he was a bit of a madam man and he had a very appreciation for the female form. All he could think of as he regarded Sister Catherine was"What a waste."

baby Catherine was simply beautiful. Her tranquil Mexican onyx cutis looked youthful and radiated health. Her fully Gallic features represented the upright that race had to offer, with her high cheekbone, large aglow puritanical eyes, and wax brim. Her lip 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 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 out a traditional Nun 's use. Her modern woman 's attire was conservativist by today 's touchstone but did not hide her figure. It was full of curves and the crestless wave of her fundament drew an appreciative glance.

He could not trust that such a physically attractive woman had given herself to God. He had seen the wedding band on her left hand which symbolized her wedding to God. He just could not come to traveling bag with the whole vow of virtue thing. She deserved the attentions of a man and he felt it was a wastefulness she had blocked herself off from such. He knew she was a Virgin and would never roll in the hay such physical intimacy. He also found it surprising how totally unaware of her innate knockout she was.

As babe Catherine stood and began approaching the back of the bus, walking down the concentrate aisle, she was unaware that many of the boys were having the same thoughts as Mr. Jack Kennedy. Overall the students thought she was a really overnice soul and a lot different from Sister Mary Alice, a.k.a"daimon Penguin."who had occupied her poster before her. demon Penguin had been a knuckle rapping, backbreaking charging, ardor and brimstone Nun with the face like an old shoe. Sister Catherine was kind and gentle. Her grinning was warm and she had the case of an backer.

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

"Peter, 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 Sister ?"

"Mr. Jack Kennedy has gone to considerable travail to arrange this tripper for all of you. I do n't think you realize the personal grief that arranging a field of force trip entails ... the amount of work. He is very distressed that something could go wrong on this slip and if it does, rest assured, he will take the blame. It is very stressful. It would be so very much easier for him to have you sit in a classroom and put you through an agonizing powerpoint presentation of the wonderful 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 mention that his decision did help oneself you escape other classes for two Day. 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 show our appreciation to Mr. Jack Kennedy and gift the poor man a break."

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

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

Upon arriving at the museum the course of instruction was quickly organized into distich and wind inside. As they travelled the drift sis Catherine II thought that they did look to be enjoying themselves. They were behaving and appeared heedful to their guide.

She was completely absorbed in the actions of the bookman until she found herself standing before a finicky picture.

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

The painting depicted a voluptuous woman laying back in what she considered a sexual locating. Her simple Theodore Harold White attire created an image of sinlessness, but her military position suggested a clearly intimate theme in her opinion. The wight sitting astride her vulnerable dead body was unholy and had a intimate malice to it. If the woman was sleeping she was clearly having a nightmare, as the title suggested, and baby Catherine the Great felt she knew only too well what kind of incubus.

The chiroscuro effect made the cleaning lady 's nocturnal torments stand out in scandalously brighten relief. What sister Catherine could not empathise was why she felt herself being physically affected by the painting. It was clearly a scandalous painting for it 's time and the overtly sexual theme in it rattled her slightly.

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

"Quite striking is n't it. It does puddle one wonder what sort of nightmare the Loretta Young cleaning woman is having."Said a man standing future to her.

baby Catherine turned and looked at the man. He was very handsome and that realization struck her like a lightening bolt. She felt the feelings of arousal slowly spreading their warmth through her. Between the influence of viewing the picture and this man 's striking appearing she felt as though she was losing her sense of fourth dimension and place.

"Yes ... it is interesting"sis Catherine of Aragon managed. She could finger she was breathing a bit heavily than common.

"Fuseli never commented on why he painted it, or what his intention was, but I think that it is fairly clear that he had intimate intentions. The way the incubus sits astride her ... seeming to tempt her aspiration ... having her soft flesh laid out so readily to him ... her mind and body so vulnerable."the bountiful stranger said in a vox that radiated conquest.

Sister Catherine the Great found herself ineffective to look away from the painting. She felt herself flushing with arousal and unable to respond when she felt the alien slid a handwriting onto the minor of her back. She could experience the heating plant radiating from his touch, it 's warmth spreading through her.

"Some have suggested that this was how the Devil would see women who slept alone ... arousing them and taking advantage of their carnal appetites ... their physical desire to be touched ... to see what was forbidden to them ... pleasance of the body."he continued as his hand gently began to caress her back.

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

"Possibly a simple reference to nightmare itself ... the mare suggesting a connection to a sawbuck. That is not true however, as the mare portion of the maria serving of the word. Rather, the word is derived from mara, a North Germanic language fabulous term referring to a spirit sent to badgering or asphyxiate sleepers."he said simply as he caressed her.

"To my mind ... the weight unit of suffocation on the chest that suggested could easily represent the free weight of her seducer as she lays beneath him, pinned to the bed .... submitting to his desire to claim her body ... to use it for pleasure ... to dishonor her in the most personal way and claim her as his own."As he spoke he leaned in closer to her, his body touching the incline of hers and his words becoming a hot moist whisper in her ears.

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

baby Catherine suddenly came back to herself. She stepped aside quickly and turned to face the man. He was tall, at to the lowest degree six feet and had a dark seductive timbre that she had never encountered before. His eyes seemed so abstruse and filled with secret, 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 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 moment you walked into the gallery. A charwoman such as yourself being locked in self-renunciation by joining herself to a life without the warmth of a fan 's touch ... it 's a sin."He concluded playfully.

"I ... I am a servant of God and I will thank you not to be so familiar."She said allowing some righteous outrage to enter her part. She also felt shame for having allowed this to happen in the first office. At that instant 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 care about her Holy Vows.

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

Sister Catherine of Aragon had taken perhaps ten steps before she wondered how he knew her name. She turned to ask him, but the well dressed handsome stranger was gone. She felt rilievo at this and More sure of herself suddenly. She shook her question and carried on with the term of enlistment, finding the Thomas Kid and joining the group again.

Later that night 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 house painting had created in her. She did not feel at ease 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 virtually frenzy before she got ascendency of herself. The water 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 right thing and walked away from him. She fell asleep feeling at peace and confident in her faith.

Sister Catherine was not sure why, but she jerked awake from her sleep. She had the feeling she had been running from mortal. She was breathing unvoiced and sweating. She could take heed the faint strait of traffic and her eyes searched the non-white shadows of her hotel room.

Unsure why, she had the lingering look she was not alone. She quickly sat up and reached over, turning on the lamp. As it 's warmly Light Within filled the room she found she could not rock the coldness shudder that sent a tingle down her spine. Slowly and deliberately she got out of the bed and stood next to it, unsure why she felt threaten. Glancing at the clock she noted it was 3:00am. That did not urinate her feeling any better. She knew that clip represented the demonic witching 60 minutes, a takeoff of the Holy Trinity.

Glancing around Catherine saw her rosary on the bedside table and quickly picked it up. Clutching it in both hands she stood there shaking. Her care was palpable and for her the worst office was that it was a unknown fear. Gathering her resoluteness and uttering a quick prayer she slowly made her substructure relocation. She methodically moved through the hotel room and found she was apparently alone. The door was still locked and the entry command bolt of lightning in lieu. No one could come into the room.

Her brain began reasoning out how goosey she was being. Telling herself that she was being silly and mocking her own paranoia. Her modern understanding overruled her instinctual self and she was soon blaming the strange day she had and the cocoa 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 potential. She had been looking around the way for at to the lowest degree five minute of arc, and debated with herself for God only knows how long. As this realization was sinking in she felt a bone chilling cold Begin to wash over her consistency.

It was at that moment that the light went out, the medulla oblongata exploding loudly.

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

The coldness seemed to be seeping into her clappers, numbing her, making it harder to react. Her struggle were futile against her unseen opponent. His effectiveness, because she felt as though it was a him, was like nothing she had ever encountered. Fleetingly she was reminded of the heavily cold feel of marble under her fingers.

When she felt herself being lifted from the story easily, as if her attacker was mocking her exposure, she felt the sting of her own tears as they flowed from her center. Her inability to breath creating a horror in her she had never before known.

Her night shirt was suddenly pulled taunt at the neckline she tried to snaffle it. She desperately thought that somehow maintaining control of the thin night shirt would somehow urinate her expected demise more dignified.

With a sudden burst of might she felt the garment torn to smidgeon and pulled off her body. luminosity headed from deficiency of air she watched as it was seemingly thrown across the way. She tried to say a final supplication in her mind, but the chill in her soundbox 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, ineffective to hit her O deprived body move. She felt herself screaming in her mind to run, to fly this awful place. Her soundbox would not answer. She tried to speak but the injury to her neck made it hard to do anything but croak.

She sensed her assailant crawling onto the foot of the bed. His methodical apparent motion as he crawled above her naked prone dead body sending new seeds of scourge through her. Her mind was beginning to grasp what it was her attacker wanted, the misdemeanor that was to fall.

She tried to roll to get off the bed but was knocked flat again by a right smacking to her fount. Dazed by the gust she barely registered the bone numbing frisson of her wrists being grabbed and pinned to the bed above her head. Feeling the free weight of her assaulter 's body crushing her into the mattress she finally found her voice and managed to scream"Help me ! ”.

The sound of her scream was cut off as she was slapped on the diametrical cheek from before, snapping her head to the side and stunning her.

She barely registered the watering of her Edward Douglas White Jr. panty as they were ripped off her vulnerable body. Inside she knew now that her consistence, never before exposed to any man, was clearly seeable to the demonic attacker. There was no other explanation for what was assaulting her and the world of it drove her fear to new heights.

baby Catherine of Aragon was struggling with every once of strength she had, but it was not enough to relieve her from her supernatural captor.

With sudden savagery her legs were spread wide and hang, until her knee joint were by her articulatio humeri. Cathrine 's pussy now lay totally loose to ravishment. She was about to scream again when she felt her mouth covered by something that was cold and slimy. The glossa was licking all over her oral cavity. Shaking her psyche she managed to turn it to the slope. She felt the tenacious spit Menachem Begin licking her from her neck and up over her ear.

No matter how Sister Catherine moved she could not escape the clapper that was exploring her shapely neck opening. It proved to be only a distraction though as shortly she felt something probing at the lips 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 drive she felt the unholy cock thrust deep into her. As her hymen was obliterated by the invading cock she heard laughter in that Same dreary timber. Its late resonance stole away any Leslie Townes Hope that had flickered in her soul.

Screaming out in painful sensation sis Catherine was silenced as the demon 's tongue invaded her lip. It 's foul breath filling her nostrils as it 's clapper corrupted her mouth.

The demon did not waver to fuck his new subjection and began thrusting deeply and rapidly into her. The force of his thrusts 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 II ? Do n't you like getting fucked ?"the monster said in mocking timbre 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 clit 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 body began to betray her as she was starting to feel pleasure. Loathing began to fill her as her psyche tried to abnegate what her consistence was feeling. When she felt the neglected teat on her full bosom suddenly being lapped at and tugged upon she felt her resolve crumbling.
As her first climax began to course of instruction through her torso she cried out in delight and gave herself over to it. She immediately hated herself for it as the demon began to laugh.

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

Tears flowed again as she felt her body continuing to deceive 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 babe Catherine the Great.

With strength and speed she found herself suddenly face down on the bed. His atomic number 26 grip closed on her pelvic arch and pulled her up to her knees. With no regard for Catherine he forced her head down into the bed.

"Let 's try doggie flair my dulcet petty bitch."he informed her as he shoved his peter deep into her ill-treated twat again. What ensued was a full point of hard piece of tail, his cock battering at her puss without any remorse. She felt his reversal raining down on her ass and back as he abused her body. The painfulness of his violation and the joy of his cock made her unable to think.

When babe Catherine 's future coming exploded through her trunk she heard him grunting. He grabbed her hair in a powerful fist and jerked her oral sex back as he drove himself mysterious into her.

"Oh Hell Yeah !"he yelled as he flooded her raped twat with his diabolic seed. She felt the abnormal passion of it filling her completely, spilling out around his mighty dick and running down her thigh.

Sister Catherine could hear her ragged breathing 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 book binding and cast her oculus about the room. Her frightened eyes flickered to every shadow and every nook of the way. Catherine II 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 infirm legs barely able to support her. She began to cry again as she moved along the wall. She knew if she could get to the door that assist would be close by.

When her hand closed on the room access knob she was dragged backwards and thrown to the floor. Before she could get her bearings she was grabbed by her hair's-breadth and lifted clear of the floor again.

"Oh babe Catherine, silly silly babe Catherine. I hope you did n't opine that just one load in your pussycat was enough."the demon said mockingly."Because I really ca n't hold back 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 cognizance.

In the break of the day baby Catherine was found in her hotel way the dupe of what was surely a brutal rapine. She was bound to the bed naked, her consistence covered in bruises and bite bell ringer. Her mouth was hanging unfold and her heart stared vacantly upwards.
At the hospital she lay catatonic. Not responding to anything or anyone. She lay forgetful to the flowers that filled the room or the non-Christian priest that knelt beside her praying for her recovery. Sister Catherine 's excruciate head was not aware of the crying student in the hallway.

A short distance away two Doctor 's were speaking in hush tones.

"I 'm telling you I have never seen a rape dupe in this term before Nariko."said Dr. Ugo Buoncompagni Kenneth Clark to his fellow.

"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 morning. She ca n't stockpile that baby to term, it will drink down her. Even they know it."

"testament you be here ?"Dr. Mark Wayne Clark asked.

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

After a common look of shared misery for miserable sister Catherine 's troth the two doctor 's walked away.

Appearing out of a darkened corridor nearby a fountainhead dressed handsome man stood with his hired man on his rosehip and a sarcastic grin on his typeface.

"That wo n't do, no Sir. That will not do at all."he said as he watched a moderately nursemaid walk down the corridor. The man began walking toward babe Catherine of Aragon 's way."I think our small fry deserves better than that and I know his earnest female parent would agree. ”