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Subject: {ASSM} Story: The Little Nun by Ladyvet
Date: Fri, 6 Oct 2000 19:10:10 -0400
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction not intended to be read by persons
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I've been in this convent since I was orphaned at 15. The sisters took
me in four years ago. My training is now complete. Tomorrow I take my
vows and commit my life to celibacy, service and Christ. I bathe modestly
as is our custom, washing my body with a rough cloth and basin of cool
water in the privacy of my small cell. There are no mirrors here; nothing
to feed human vanity. A pair of candles flicker on the small dresser which
holds all my earthly possessions. I avoid looking at my body as I clean
myself. We must always be on guard against sins of the flesh. The rough
cloth scrapes my skin harshly while it cleans me, reminding me that flesh
must suffer for the soul to survive. I slip on my plain cotton nightgown
and pray on my knees on the cold floor for half an hour.
I blow out the candles, plunging my little cell into soft, inky
blackness. My knees ache. I lie on my stomach on the hard mattress, my
face toward the invisible wall, staring into the featureless void. My
prayers are officially complete for the night but I still pray silently for
Jesus to visit me in my dreams tonight. Perhaps He will, since I'll become
His bride tomorrow.
My prayer is answered some time during the night. I know I'm asleep but
I feel as though I'm awake in my dream. A soft hand touches my hair. The
room is black but I keep my eyes shut to avoid waking myself and making the
dream disappear. The hand moves slowly down my neck, over my back and down
to the swell of my buttocks, pulling the sheet and blanket with it. The
air is cold against my skin in the dream. I shiver at first but suddenly
feel warmer than when the blanket covered me. The blanket glides down my
legs, then off my feet. The bed creaks. I dream someone has climbed onto
it with me. Soft hands touch the sides of my legs. My nightgown pulls up
tight. The cell seems stifling hot. No one can see me in the darkness.
It won't be a sin if I'm uncovered just long enough to cool off. I raise
myself off the bed a little. My nightgown slides up to my waist in my
dream. A hand presses me down onto the bed. I lie there panting, suddenly
short of breath. The hands gently touch the insides of my knees and push
them apart a little. I spread my legs. The air is suddenly icy in the
warm place between them. I hold my hands above my head, fingers locked
together and squeeze hard. I could sin if I were not so much on guard even
in my sleep.
I dream fingers are touching me where I never touch myself with my own!
I clasp my hands tighter and try to ignore the aching in my breasts and
tingling in my nipples. My legs spread wider all by themselves. I feel
pressure on the place between them , pressure I've never felt before. It
hurts but I tilt my hips up without thinking. I bite my lip and remain
silent as the pressure increases. It stops suddenly, replaced by an
incredible sensation of something stretching me open, entering my body.
Something large and hard and warm. I tilt my hips farther. It slides deep
inside me in my dream, filling a place I never knew existed deep within my
core. It moves in and out, slowly at first, then faster. I have a strange
sensation in the pit of my stomach. A strange tightness forms. It seems
to be pulling my insides together, tugging at my nipples from inside,
making me tingle all over. I can't lie still! I begin moving my hips,
harder, faster. The strange feeling makes me need to. Something happens!
I feel like I just fell into space but it isn't like falling in fear. It
exhilarates me, makes my heart race and my body tense and relax over and
over.
It subsides just as it came. I stop moving, close my legs and lie
exhausted. The blanket glides back over my sweaty body. The door opens
and closes in my dream. I unlock my aching fingers and wipe my face. My
nipples feel swollen. They ache. I want to rub them to soothe them but I
dare not. I want to touch the wet place between my legs to see if the
feeling will return but I can't allow myself to do it. It would be sinful.
I roll onto my back, facing heaven, put my hands outside the sheet to
thwart temptation and try to pray. The sheet feels strangely heavy on my
breasts. My thoughts keep straying back to the strange feelings,
interrupting my prayers. I stare into the darkness until I drift off to
sleep.
A soft knock on the door wakes me the next morning. It's still quite
dark outside. I strike a match and light one of the candles. The other is
missing. How could it have fallen from its holder? Where could it have
rolled? I search for it until I find it in the only place it couldn't be;
my bed.
Mother Superior greets me with a cool smile and asks if I'm prepared for
the ceremony. I answer "Yes, Mother, I'm prepared." She looks closely at
me and asks if I slept well. I tell her yes except for a dream that made
me feel very strange. She stares deeply into my eyes, smiles and tells me
I'll have many of them in years to come.
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