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Subject: {ASSM} Habit 3
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Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2015 06:10:04 -0500
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Habit 3
 
      Closing the email,  Sister Alana sits eyes staring at the moniter; 
but not seeing anything on  the screen.  Her body trembles and the small hairs 
raise on her arms.   Her legs unclench, as muscles relax.  A moist feeling 
and a small ache are  at their juncture.  Her hand unconsciously strokes the 
top of her  thigh.
Looking around and seeing no one her  hand slides to her inner thigh and 
strokes the sensitive flesh under her  skirt.  Softly along the length of her 
thigh and then to the lips now  puffy.  Her eyes half close, as her body 
takes her to a dream state.   Reaching down to the hem of her skirt, her hand 
pulls it up and then strokes the  naked flesh till her fingers touch her 
swollen lips.  A finger rubs the  crease and the moist flesh.  A small moan 
escapes slightly parted lips as  the finger  rubs deep in the groove.  Her thumb 
now rubs her clit as  her fingers slide up and down her groove.  
As  tears form in her eyes, her hips tremble and shake on the chair, and 
her legs  clamp hard on her hand and fingers.  Her thumb rubs, harder now the 
little  nub sticking up.  A moan or groan escapes her  mouth.
"Are you okay," a voice asks?   "Yes, I am find, just a leg cramp," the 
sister replies.  Footsteps and then  Brother Matthew appears a look of concern 
on his brow.  "You look  flushed,  are you okay sister,"  he asks?  A cool 
hand touches  her forehead.  "Your head is hot", he says as his hand leaves 
her forehead  and touches her hand.   "Your hand is moist and  cool."
"I am okay, brother," Sister Alana  replies.  Nervous, she giggles in her 
mind as she realizes that her hand is  moist; but wouldn't Brother Matthew be 
surprised if he knew what the  moisture was and where it came from.  (Hee. 
hee.) Then a coughing fit as  reality sets in on what she was doing and in a 
public place.  Brother  Matthew, pats her back to try to stop the fit.  
Tears are now in her eyes,  not knowing whether to cough or laugh.  Oh, God she 
thinks to herself,  what am I involved in and where will it end.  Finally 
settling down, after  a cold drink of water that the brother brought.  
"Thanks."
As Brother  Matthew, walks away she pulls down the skirt that was bunched 
on her  thighs.  Oh no.  Did he see my legs.  No.  The desk hid  them, I 
think.  Jesus, I am all screwed up.  
Settling down and looking up some information for class and printing out 
some  sheets for handouts, she signs off the terminal and goes to class.   
Thinking as she walks, does that orgasm in the library count as the one I am  
supposed to have at school?  Well.  I will see how the day  goes.  
How  am I going to have these 12 year old boys look at my body and not have 
the 12  year old girls notice what I am doing?  Why am I even thinking of 
doing  these things?  Don't I have a will of my  own?
As a compromise, while sitting behind her  desk, swinging around to see the 
work of the boy at the blackboard, sister did  let her legs part slightly 
and have her skirt hiked up a little.  And while  looking over the shoulder 
of a boy, let her breasts press against his  shoulder.  The young boy, a 
smart mouth, leaned back into her body to  increase the pressure.  Lightly she 
slapped the back of his head, as he  smiled at her.  These little things gave 
her pleasure of sorts.  An  then during a test, when all were intent on 
writing, she moved her chair close  to her desk and her fingers did the walking 
again.  A more controlled  orgasm, as she watched the class to be sure no 
one was watching.  Well she  had completed her orders.
After class she went  to her room and unbuttoning her blouse, she lifted 
the lock and felt the  momentary relief as the weight ceased pulling on her 
nipples.  Licking her  fingers, she undid first one and then the other clip, 
using her fingers to  lightly massage her nipple flesh.  Ah.  The relief at 
having the clips  off, even if only one at a time.  But the feeling of loss 
in her mind as  they were undone.  This is a strange balance of gain and 
loss. 
Completing her chores in the convent, she finished supper and then went to 
the  bathroom and washed up as best she could.  Her intimate parts.   
Wandering over to the library, she stayed working on an assignment and reading  
some email.  Nothing new from The Daemonic.  At 8:45PM  she signed off and 
speaking briefly with the nun on duty, she left the  library.
As she walked the grounds to the  chapel set in the wooded area, her legs 
trembled and a shiver ran through her  body. The wind cool on her face and 
hands; but nothing to do with the coldness  in her body.  Her mind telling her 
to turn around and go back to the  convent or the library.  Write The 
Daemonic and tell him  that you don't want to do this.  But he already knows who 
I am and what I  seem to want and like.  And where I live.  How did he get 
this much  control over me.
Entering the dim chapel,  Sister Alana looks around apprenhensively.  Into 
the dark corners she  peers; but nobody is there.  Going to the front pew, 
where she knelt the  night before, she kneels and automatically says a few 
prayers.  Then her  mind is going over again, the long minutes that she last 
spent here.  Of  all places to give in to temptation,  this is where I have 
opened my soul  and found the person that is me.  Her body is shaking as she 
kneels, head  bowed in the dim light of the flickering candles.  Thinking of 
maybe, it  was a dream last night; both the chain between her breasts is 
real and the  hickey on her shoulder is quite real.  Her first hickey since 
she was a  teenager.  She has given in quickly and deeply to her temptations.  
 What has triggered her to need to experience something new?  
As  time slowly ticks away, she starts to relax a little.  Maybe he will 
not  show up.  He had his fun and now has added a nun to his chain of  
conquests.  A feeling of relief and loss and an emptiness fills the space  around 
her.  How much longer should I wait, she wonders?  I have some  tidying up to 
do in the chapel and then a long shower or maybe a hot bath and I  can 
forget all this.  A lapse in my guard, but I will be strong  again.  A humbling 
experience to be sure and one to be soon  confessed.
The wind blowing branches against  the chapel walls the only sound.  And 
then the creak as the outside door  opens.  Oh.  A feeling of terror wells 
around her being.  The  need to turn around, so strong, in her being.  To see 
who or what, has come  in the door.  Her neck tenses with the strain of not 
turning.  Her  head stilled bowed, but shaking.  And her body has turned cold 
and  clammy.  The need to pee now present, making her tighten her thighs.   
Footsteps, echo down the aisle.  A slow steady cadence, as they get louder  
with each footfall.  They stop to her right and close by.  Then the  sound 
of some one moving along the pew.  The feeling of a presence behind  her; 
but no sound.  Her shoulders are trembling slightly.  
Her  body jerks, as she feels a warm breath blowing over her neck.  A 
slight  whimper escapes her lips and tears well in her eyes.  Why am I doing 
this,  she keeps asking over and over again in her  mind?
"Sit back girl," a voice softly  commands.  Quickly she sits back in 
response to the command, head still  bowed hands folded in her lap  eyes closed.  
As before her arms are  pulling behind her and tied to the kneeler.  Fingers 
reach forward and  stroke the flesh under her chin and softly stroke the 
column of her neck.   Her head is now raised and facing ahead.  Her hair is 
gathered behind her  and then yanked to pull her head straight back.  A gasp 
of pain and  surprise fight to escape her throat.  Tears fill her eyes as her 
nerves  cells register the pain with her brain.     Looking at the  
ceiling, a quick glimpse of a ski mask, and then her lips are covered by her  
attackers lips.  His teeth grab her lips and pull and bite.  His  tongue forces 
it way deep into her mouth, pushing her tongue  around.
As her hair is released her head falls  forward.  Now two hand reach around 
and unbutton her blouse and push her  vest aside.  The hand cups the orbs 
of her breasts.  The light  jingling sound of her chain, a tinkle his fingers 
rub the nipples. and then  slowly remove the clips, one at a time, 
substituting an ear lobe for a  nipple.  Gently the lock sways under her chin 
pulling at the lobes of her  ears.  
Fingers are inserted in her mouth and then they lightly rub the bruised 
flesh of  her nipples.  The fingers massage the breasts in ever widening  
circles.  Again lips touch hers; but gently tasting her mouth.  Lips  sucking at 
hers, milking her tongue.  A body leans over and lips fasten on  her teats.  
Tongue lapping, caressing the bruised flesh.  The nipples  swell under the 
ministrations of the tongue and lips and mouth.  The smell  of aftershave, 
wafts along her nose.  What is that scent, she  thinks.
The body pulls back and a hand gently  pushes her head forward and down, 
lifting  a breast.   "Lick it",  is the command.  Alana's tongue stabs for the 
nipple, just missing and  then again as the breast flesh is pulled a little 
higher.  Finally, tongue  straining, it lathes the tip of the nipple and 
then the flesh of the  breast.   Her hand s are untied.  And then placed on 
her  breasts.  Now her hands are lifting her breast.  Offering it to her  lips 
and especially her tongue.  
Hands reach down and pull her arms out of her vest and blouse.  Naked to  
the waist she sits in the pew.  Pouting nipples sticking out.  "Take  off 
your skirt and pantyhose", the voice commands.  Standing, her hands  slide down 
the skirt and then the pantyhose, and then she sits as they are  stripped 
off of her feet.  Shivering, naked in the chapel,  Sister Alana sits waiting 
for what will come next.  "Kneel", she is  commanded.  As she is kneeling, a 
whoosh and a sting on her back.   "Ouch", she utters in surprise.  Then 
again and again, a lash strikes her  back.  Ten or more and then the top of her 
ass cheeks feel the touch.   Another ten or so and her cheeks are burning.  
The seat took some of the  sting out of the lashing.  Tears are in her 
eyes, as she kneels,  the  butt of the whip caresses her inner thigh and then 
touches her lips.  Her  body jerks upwards at this intimate touch.  Slowly it 
saws along the lips  working deeper as she slowly spreads her legs to 
accommodate the  intrusion.  A whimpering, escapes her mouth.  And then a low 
moaning  as she feels a finger, pushing on her love button.  Stroking her clit 
as  the butt still saws between her legs.  It is covered with a fine sheen of 
 moisture from her pussy.  As it withdraws a moan is heard.  And then  as 
she waits, the finger still rubbing her clit, a buzzing breaks the  silence.  
Like an electric razor.  Then a vibration on her ass cheeks  and then her 
pussy lips as the vibration is now entering her pussy and go deeper  and 
deeper.  Her body is quaking as she feels filled with whatever is  giving the 
vibration.  A dull buzz is all the can be heard now as her legs  clench, 
holding the vibrator in her pussy.  God.  It feels so big, she  thinks.  Like an 
italian sausage.  Then another buzz, quieter then the  first, and now it is 
touching her clit.  "AAAAAAAHH",, is ripped  involuntarily from her lips as 
the vibrator triggers a shattering climax.   
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh",  a long quiet moaning oozes out of her  mouth.  Her hands grip the 
seat in front of her, as her body shakes and  shakes.  Her legs feel like jello 
as she collapses over the back of the  seat.  Hands gently pull her back to 
a sitting position, kissing at her  neck and shoulders.  The low hum of the 
vibrator in her pussy, still  breaking the silence of the night.  Her hips 
jerk and then she lays still  and a few seconds later they jerk again.  Arms 
are wrapped around her  tight, holding her to the body pressed in her back. 
 
Soft  words play in her ear.  "Little Girl, you are mine.  You will receive 
 all pleasure from me and at my command. You are loved and will love me 
with your  very soul.  You will learn and in learning will receive pleasure and 
 happiness."
"Now you have felt the power of  stimulation.  You will keep these  
vibrators and use them to tone up  your sexual muscles."  "I have a nice ass 
tickler and formed penis to let  you know the feel of  the real cock.  Also I have 
razors here for you  to shave your pussy and to keep it hairless for me.  
And to complete this  collection, I have added thongs and bras and crotch 
less panties and garter  belts and hose.  You may look like a nun outwardly; 
but you will look sexy  as hell underneath."
"Turn around", she is  commanded as a hand pulls the vibrator out of her 
pussy.  Slick with  juices, it glistens in the candlelight.  Looking at her 
master, all dressed  in black with the black ski mask.  He is tall and not 
thin in  build.  Tongue licks at the vibrator and covering juices.  "Hmm.   An 
excellent quality.  Tastes almost virginal"  It will be a well  seasoned 
taste soon."  Lick it clean, show me your raw talent!"  As  Alana licks and 
sucks on the vibrator, again a buzzing breaks the silence.   She feels the pull 
on her pussy hair and then quickly it has been roughly shorn  from her 
mound.  "Finish the job tonight with the  razors."
"Push your breasts together",   as they merge he pulls his cock from his 
pants and pushes it between her  cleavage.  A tight fit as the cock pumps her 
breast pussy.  Finally a  jerk and cum flies up striking her chin and a drop 
hits her cheek.  The  juice sprays and then dribbling out the eye hole of 
the mushroom head.   "Lick my cock clean,"  she is ordered.  Her tongue 
washes the tip of  the cock.  Then her lips blow at the head drying it.  "Swallow 
my  cum.  Clean yourself of the juices"  Tucking his cock back in his  
pants, he collects all of the sister's clothes.  
"If  you want to wear your clothes back to the convent, they will be behind 
the  chapel.  I will write you with instructions about out next meeting.  I 
 want you to use the vibrators each night and you to orgasm every day at  
school.  Shave your pussy clean.  And wear only the undergarments I  have 
provided.  If not them, then no underwear.  You are to wear my  lock at all 
times.  You decide how it shall adorn your person after you  return to the 
convent.  But I want it hanging on your naked body at  night.  No nightclothes 
when you are sleeping."  Undoing the clips  from her ear lobes, he then clips 
them to her lower lips.  A gasp of pain  and surprise greet the biting 
teeth.  "Remove it from your lips only after  you are in your room.  Goodnight 
my little girl."  "Goodnight Sir",  she replies.  "You may call me Lord or 
Master Baal."  "Goodnight  Master Baal."  
His  hand reaches forward and wipes a tear from her eye, and then licks it 
off his  finger.  As he leaves the chapel, she hears the lock open and then 
the door  close.  Standing she walks to the  main door and locks the  
chapel.  Then she goes to the side door, looks out, and seeing nothing  walks 
around to the back of the chapel.  The chain dangling between her  thighs, the 
clips lightly biting at her lips.  Quickly she finds her pile  of clothes and 
dresses.  
Slowly she walks back to the convent with her bag of goodies and the papers 
from  the library.   The cool air, clearing her head.  Drained, but  
excited.  How is it possible to feel good and bad at the same time?   Climbing the 
stairs to her room, she undresses and puts on her robe and carrying  her 
nightclothes and a razor from the bag, she goes to bathe.  Returning to  her 
room afterwards, she looks down at the pink flesh of her pussy and  lips.  
Hairless.  It looks odd; but her lips look fuller without the  hair.  Her hand 
rubs the soft flesh around her  cunt.
Reaching into the bag, she finds the  fake penis and kissing the tip, she 
inserts it slowly into her hole.  Her  muscles grip it like a glove on 
fingers.  Slowly working it in and out to  the head and then back in again.  
Laying back, eyes closed, the speed  increases and finally an orgasm shakes her 
body.  Putting all the "goodies"  from the bag in her suitcase, she locks it. 
 All except for the lock around  her neck, where she has the clips joined 
together.  And also she has kept  the fake penis and inserting it into her 
pussy, she closes her eyes imaging what  a real cock must look and feel like 
in her body.  What it feels like to be  joined in orgasm.  What it feels like 
to feel the hot cum spraying in her  body.  Sleep came and so did Sister  
Alana.
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