Thread: Odette (Montresor & sweet.nothings)

Oh dear God...! Odette ran abashed with thoughts and prayers reeling towards her heavenly lord....in all the wrong ways. please make him stop... The seasoned Sister broke so many cardinal rules in her mindful pleas that she would have been expected to become set ablaze with hellish fire. Firstly, she was no longer a babe in the Lord, and was experienced enough to know that God did not 'make' anyone do anything. To ask God to intervene was so selfish on her behalf, and incredibly neophyte in her relationship with Him that she knew He would be making plans to take her back to square-one training. Secondly, you never pray to the Lord in your mind. There is never any guarantee that He hears you or so they say. And thirdly, most of all, you don't bring the Lord into your sexual acts! The lantern in the room flicked Odette's bare skin like a mesmerized audience, casting cell shadows over her pure, womanly form. But the Sister could not notice such things. The blindfold held her against a dark void of nothing to apprehend with repressed eyes. There was nothing but the fretful thoughts in her mind, ears calibrated to every shift of Montresor's movements, and a body attuned to every minute touch. Odette squirmed in her bindings like a desperate creature. It was too much. Her spanked ass swirled in a brimming heat, having to scoot in friction against the sheets to avoid his tongue that toyed with her flower. Her hips rounded and writhed in reaction, but her body just could not escape Montresor's advances. She had promised the Marquee that she would obey and submit, and she still was intent on doing that, but this was not what she had been expecting. Nothing could prepare her for the sensations that he made ripple from toes to nose. It was all so very new and foreign to her. She struggled, consciously, to accept his hands on her body and his mouth over her heat as to lay honor to her promise, and somehow, in some way, align her righteous convictions into reason. But there was no reasoning to this. It would have been better if he had just raped her fast and got it over with. She lay bound to the pleasures he was playing out on her body causing Odette to feel things she had never felt before. More and more, deeper and deeper, until suckles upon her budding button drew heavy gasps of surprise from her lungs. Something was happening, in that her body was betraying her mind. She didn't want to enjoy this sacrilegious crime. The studious Nun began to frantically pray in her mind, not caring about proper prayer etiquettes to fill her mind and distract her body from the pleasure. The blindfold began to grow damp as she began to weep in her prayers Dear God please save me from this sexual sin, help me to resist this sin, please empower me to be disciplined and to resist this, help me to live pure and acceptable before you... Odette began to thrash her head from side to side trying to fend off the surmounting edge of an orgasm. She began to moan as if the audible noise would help give her strength to keep the pleasure at bay. No no no no plleeeeasee! Now reduced to begging, she was desperate to get him to stop with his cruel teases. It was becoming increasingly hard to not just give in to the ecstasy, and she was feeling powerless in her own resistance. Please stop please don't. OoOoohhhhwwwh! Odette's body tensed up only to release a powerful, first-ever orgasm. Her cunt spasmed and throbbed deeply in a heated passion, and euphoria rushed into her head. She couldn't catch her breath at first and her limbs raked against their bindings. It lasted for only a quarter of a minute, but it was quite wonderful, and as the orgasm rippled away and her adrenaline fell down she became overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow. The sister began to cry, and she murmured a string of I'm sorry's over and over again, obviously speaking to her heavenly Father over the anguish in her heart and for forgiveness. She had nearly forgotten about Montresor being there in bed, hovering over her. Atonement needed to start immediately .