Nun defiled

[Perplexia]

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Mary Marie Cappoli was only 9 when she saw a documentary on Mother Theresa. It was the and their that she decided she would give herself to god and the church to help the helpless, and counsel the defeated. Being devout catholics she was sent to a private girls school, an then later went to all girl catholic college. She'd taken her orders, and was now a nun.

She had watched many fall on their quest to achieve what she had. Some found quickly that gods will, and the will of adolescent hormones didn't coincide very well. Although she was quite beautiful, she hid behind her large rim glasses and submissive demure. This was the one thing that helped her remain true to her calling.

Stepping out of the taxi she took her small brown suitcase and walked up to the chapel doors. It was answered by a priest Father Joseph, who showed her to her room in the back. There weren't any other nuns here for it was a poor Parrish in a bad part of the neighbor hood. Mary picked this because it seemed like the place she could do the most good.
The father and her went over the schedule she would take four days of confession and he would take three. She wasn't under a curfew here so she could come an go as she pleased. He informed her of the charities and some of the issues he'd been having with funding.

Back in her room Mary took off her glasses and took off her habit allowing her curly long red hair to flow down her back. Her emerald eyes closed as she got down on her knees and said her prayers for the less fortunate.

[Bluemage]

Gabriel Hunt had been struggling as of late. He had never really been a devout Christian, never really believed in all of this divine demons and angels mumbojumbo, but really there were very few explanations for what he was going through. He felt like something was in his mind, something dark. He had thought that it was just depression, but it was more than that. He was having strange nightmares, and flashes of odd images that he didn't understand. Everything looked occult and magical in the dreams and he kept feeling like he was hearing voices in his head. It wasn't like the kind of voices that told you to do anything. It was just meaningless whispers of gibberish that he couldn't understand. He felt like if he could focus on it really hard he might understand it though. It was like walking down the streets of a foreign country and hearing all of the conversations around you, but not knowing what anyone was saying...only if they were also whispering. It was quite unnerving.

He had never turned to the church for anything before, but this time he felt like he had no choice. He had gone on meds and none of it had gone away. He had done everything that science could offer him for an answer and none of it had helped in the end. The last choice for a place to go was faith, a higher power that he was never going to meet and he was sure had no interest in the life of a tiny spec like him if it did exist.

The rain outside beat down on him as he made his way down the streets. The cool water had soaked into the cloth of his jacket and bit into his skin, making him shiver slightly as he made his way into the dark and empty feeling church. This place...he had thought that he'd find answers here, but as he looked around, he found that it was simply another dark and empty place, like all of the dark and empty places that he had been before. He was going to have to face his demons on his own tonight, just like always.

His straight black hair fell down just over his dark gray eyes. His hair stick to his skin thanks to the moisture of the downpour of rain. Beyond his dark blue jacket that was soaked through, he was wearing a black t-shirt, a pair of jeans, his boxers, and a pair of black running shoes. He had skipped on socks today as he hadn't thought that they'd be necessary. Now that he had walked though the rain to get here, his shoes making squishing noises every time he stepped, he wondered if socks wouldn't have been such a bad idea. He sighed softly. This wasn't going to help. He wasn't sure why he was even here.

[Perplexia]

Sister Mary opened her eyes as she heard the strange squeeking. Father had left for his night of poker for a good cause fund. Ideally he had explained as he rubbed his balding head. Anything he won went to the church, and anything he loss was gods punishment for gambling.

Grabbing her robe she put it over her night dress, and picked up her flashlight. She picked up her glasses and began to walk out into the hall and into the church. "hello" she called.

Waving the flashlight she finally caught the white of the eyes. "You boy, are you ill? Do you require a doctor?" As she got closer she found he was drenched to the hilt. His soppy clothes hung off of him. He looked desperate, defeated, and lost.

It was odd she called him boy, she was only 21. "hey there" she said softly "i'm Sister Mary Marie, its ok, you're ok now." She held her hand out to him to lead him over to the gas heater. "come with me, we'll get you dry, are you hunger? Do you want some cocoa?"

He seemly stared through her. Perhaps he was in shock of some kind. "its ok you don't have to talk just now, just come with me and we'll get you warm."

[Bluemage]

He shivered softly as the nun started to pay as much attention to him as she could. Well, that was how it always was at the start. They'd shower him with attention and tell him that everything was going to be alright and he wasn't scary at all, and then he'd begin to talk about the things that were going on in his head, even just a hint, and suddenly they would pull back, be completely repulsed by him and even say that they thought he was a monster. It was no big surprise really. He was sure that he was a monster. There wasn't much point in even thinking about it, but what he could do was hide it. She was going to want to know what was wrong and why he was in the state that he was in. He didn't have to tell her the truth, that he had been kept up by horrible nightmares of things that he knew nothing about.

She showed concern for him. Of course. She was a nun. She had to show concern for everyone. It was one of their rules, he was sure. He closed his eyes as he thought about it seriously. He could talk to her about his problems but really, what would be the point? She'd realize that he was just some crazy person and then he'd be back in the cold wet streets probably still without an umbrella. No, it would be better just to pretend that there was no problem, or that the problem was more mundane than having dreams about frightening rituals, cults, and crazier sex than anything he had seen on the internet. He was sure that the sex part would probably be enough to get the sister to blush, but even if that was all he talked about, she'd have him out on his ass for being a pervert.

He closed his eyes as he sat in front of the warmer, holding his hands out to it for a moment before going back to hugging himself for warmth. She didn't want him to talk now. That was something that he was thinking very much about accepting. He wouldn't talk yet. He'd just sit here and try to get warm. He shook his head to all of the questions before that. He didn't need a doctor. Doctor's hadn't helped him so far. He wasn't hungry so he didn't need cocoa. He simply closed his eyes. When he finally did speak his voice was soft and calm, "Thank you for taking me into your care, sister."

[Perplexia]

Mary watched his reactions to her questions. Regardless of how he should his head, she could still read his facial expressions. The boy was troubled, and it wasn't an ordinary type of trouble.
She listened to him thank her. It would take a while to gain his trust to get him to open up. Whatever it was, she had to promise herself not to run away. That was the problem she'd seen too much of, walking away from those in true need.

"I can understand that you may not wish to speak to me." she said softly in a genuine tone. "whatever it is that's inside you you've probably sought someone to listen before am i right? I can promise you only one thing, I'm not an old nun whose set in her ways. I joined this profession because i genuinely wish to help people, no matter how deeply their troubles may lie. I'm not closed minded either, with the times comes exceptions to beliefs. But only you can make that decision. Come with me, i'll give you a bed for the night, an if in the morning you wish to go you're free to, if you wish to stay, i'll see you in the garden at 9, i have plenty of work that i can pay you to do."

She rose an motioned for him to follow.

[Bluemage]

He slowly pushed himself up. She wanted him to do odd jobs for him. Well, in that case it wouldn't really matter how broken and messed up he was, would it? He would be a helping hand, and it wasn't like he ever did any of the things he dreamed about, they were just there. They just danced around in his head, ideas of strange demonic rituals and all of that. He hugged himself a bit more as he followed her and then spoke up softly, "I have frightening dreams." It was what she wanted to know. It was the thing that he was going to have to admit sooner or later. He watched her back for a few long moments. Now it was just a bunch more of the same question of 'what is wrong' only with a more specific target. It was going to be 'what is frightening about them', 'how often do they occur', and then things like 'what do you mean intense screaming sex and demonic rituals'. He wasn't sure that he was really ready for those questions yet. He was certainly not sure that he wanted to talk to an attractive nun about dreams that he had about tying women to alters and then fucking them raw.

Gabriel brought his hand up, running his fingers through his hair, and then it came to him that while she had introduced herself, he had yet to do the same for her. He spoke up softly, barely above a whisper, "My name is Gabriel Hunt by the way..." Maybe that would deflect from the questions he didn't really want to answer, or something like that. It would certainly be nice to not have to think about the dreams or to try and explain them.

[Perplexia]

"Well Gabriel Hunt" she said lightly as her body turned slightly and she smiled sweetly. "If you feel the desire to go into detail, i will listen an not judge, but i can almost bet you've lost your faith in someone actually being able to do so. But i am here if you need me to be. If not at least you will have a place to stay an work to do to keep yourself occupied. As i said you're free to stay or go when every you like."

She smiled sweetly brushing her red hair from her face and turned back walking him to his room.

"this is your room. If you need me i'm down the hall on the left. If you want help i will try, but if you don't then i shant" she smiled again "may the lord bless your dreams this evening my son"

[Bluemage]

Part of him wanted to talk about all of the horrifying and disturbing things that he dreamed about. Part of him wanted to tell her that he dreamed about kinky hot sex, and crazy demon rituals. Part of him wanted to tell her that he was a frightening monster and she should be running away as fast as possible because even he was afraid of himself. He almost wanted her to know that he wasn't sure about himself, and that he was worried that he might turn out to be some freak who would take advantage of her and her hospitality. He was terrified that he was going to do just that, but then again, he was sure that if he was careful, there wouldn't be problems. He'd just have to take measures to stop himself from being able to do anything.

He looked at her as she told him to have good dreams. He nodded his head, "And yours." He finally headed to the bed and flopped down, looking up at the ceiling. This was not going to be easy, he knew.

When he closed his eyes the dreams returned, only this time instead of random faces, of people who he had seen in crowds or on the street all of the images of women crying out as he pounded into them relentless force were the Sister Mary. He watched as her face contorted in the sweet agony of orgasm. He watched her body writhe and shake below him as he continued to fuck her into submission. His nightmares were filled with her cries of pain and pleasure at the same time. He could hear her begging him to stop and begging him to never stop pounding her into submission. Only one of them was a wish that his body was willing to grant.

In the real world outside of his head he tossed and turned on the bed, breaking out in a cold sweat as the dreams continued to torment his psyche. He made soft noises of protest against the dream, but there was nothing that he could do to stop it, or to break from it.

[Perplexia]

The sun was out for once in this small podunk town. She dressed in her habit trying to shake the dreams of the boy touching her in places she's never had touched before. Out of all her years she'd never had the urge or even thought about sex. Her conviction to god was strong, her desire to serve his will alone was what made her so determined. It was just a dream she told herself as she entered the garden and began to work.

The Garden had been poorly tended. If she could get it up and going it would be less money they would spend on food, and more on getting this church on its feet. She hadn't seen heads or tails of the father. She really thought she wouldn't he was probably sleeping off a hangover.

Mary wiped her brow with her long sleeves and continued to work on her hands and knees in the hot sun. She wondered if the boy would leave or join her. If eventually he would reach out an let her try to help him. One thing she learned was that to help someone they have to ask for it. He had by entering the church, her church.

She turned and saw him glooming in the shadows. "Good morning Gabriel" she said sweetly "If you're going to help you can start at that end." Pointing int he opposite direction of where she was. "The weeds need to be pulled. This place hasn't been taken care of correctly. Its really going to take some care."

[Bluemage]

He had stayed in the shaddows for as long as possible. He really wasn't sure what he was going to be doing this morning. He watched her from his spot in the shadows, and suddenly had a flash of one of his dreams from the previous night. Apparently all it was going to take to start flashes from his dreams was to see her on her hands and knees. It was just going to take her being on her hands and knees and he'd suddenly imagine her with much less clothes and him taking up a spot behind her. All he needed was to see her in a slightly suggestive position and suddenly his mind was on her crying out in orgasmic bliss, throwing her head back as he took her hard and fast from behind.

It wasn't easy, but after closing his eyes and taking a long breath he had been able to clear his mind of the images of the nun moaning and crying out for him. He watched her as she worked for a few moments and then she had noticed him suddenly and he had a place to go and things to do. He nodded softly and then began to make his way down the side of the garden to where she had told him to start doing the weeding. He was able to do that. It shouldn't be too hard as long as he could remember what was a weed and what wasn't.

[Perplexia]

Mary continued to work on the Garden till the sun hit high noon. "come on Gabriel, lunch time" She rose from the dirt brushing it off her knees and back side, bending over again to put the dowl and spade in its bucket. then moved it under the shade.
Again he was looking at her, "come on" she said lightly with a smile. She went to the kitchen She washed her hands and went to the fridge bending into it to pull out the makings for sandwiches.
As she made the sandwiches she looked up an he was there. Stealthy and quiet, he simply stood in the door watching her. "Here you go" she said placing it on a plate and putting it on the edge of the island.
Back to the fridge for some lemon aide. "If you're going to be here i'll be doing confession from 1-4, you may attend or work in the garden which ever you choose.
After her sandwich she excused herself and headed to her room to change before confession.

"forgive me sister for i have sinned its been twelve years since my last confession" They all started out like that, no sins that she could really hear other then fornication, adultery, theft, thoughts of adultery, thoughts of fornication, masturbation. Sex sex sex. Is all she heard. The last one of the day "Forgive me sister..." It was Gabriel. It was odd how she mused over the sound of his voice. Shaking her head she listened.

[Bluemage]

He had watched her bend over to get into the fridge, and watched the way that she moved. It was almost too much for him to handle. He had thought that this would all be over quickly. He had thought that it would be easy in a church, a place where people removed themselves from temptation, but it seemed that he had found the biggest temptation ever, and it was staring him right in the face. What made it worse was that he was going to have to talk to this girl all of the time. She was the sister. He was going to have to eventually tell her what was wrong with him, and he was going to have to tell her that he had been having thoughts about her all day and he wasn't even sure why.

When it came to time for confession he had thought that it would be best to stay away from that...but what he had discovered was that this church was very lonely without her. He had ended up going back in to wait for her to finish, but then somehow he had found himself inside of the confessional. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten here, possibly he had just decided that he was here anyway, he might as well just move in and unload his thoughts.

"Forgive me sister...for I have sinned." What was he supposed to say now? He closed his eyes for a moment, taking the time to calm his breath, "It has been a lifetime since my last confession." Now what? Did he tell her what he had done? Was he supposed to wait for her? It didn't seem right to wait for her. He slowly opened his eyes trying to force them to follow the patterns on the walls, "I've had impure thoughts about a woman." That was a start, right?

[Perplexia]

Mary found she was holding her breath while he spoke to her. "I had impulse thoughts about a woman" he had said. "did you act upon these impulses my son?" she questioned in typical form. His eyes continued to trace over the patterns of the walls. He shook his head and then realized only after that she probably couldn't see that action, "No. No I didn't." At least not that he was aware of.

Mary sat for a moment in silence. "you are afraid you will, is that it my son" she questioned very delicately.

He nodded for a moment, "Afraid that I will, yes...afraid that my nightmares might become real..." He was very afraid about everything that was in the world of his head.

"do you believe in the power of love Gabriel" she questioned softly

strange question. He wasn't entirely sure where it was going for a moment, but he had an image in his mind of her on her back, her body wrapped about his as she said sweet words for him and their bodies met over and over again in the hot and sweaty dance of lovemaking. Of course he cleared that from his head quickly...
...she was likely talking about the love of Christ. He sighed softly and let his head fall back against the wall of the confessional, "I suppose I do..."

"she smiled softly, i'm not speaking of the love of god, i'm speaking of the love that can come from between a man and a woman. The feeling of unity of completing another with the souls combining in wedlock under gods heaven"

He stared forward at the space in front of him. That was interesting. He blinked slowly and then spoke up again, "Alright...what if I do? I'm not likely to find anyone to share a bond like that with, am I?"

"why would you think that you wouldn't be worthy of such a gift?" she questioned lightly

His eyes turned over to where she was again, "I have done nothing to earn such a gift...and there are billions of people on his planet. If there is only one for me, then I'm not very likely to find them." His eyes turned back to the wall again.

Ok that was enough for today. He was getting defensive an that was never a good resolve.

"Gabriel, only you can look with in an see whats worthy, i already see a lot. Say twelve hail marys for your impure thoughts and ask for gods forgiveness."

[Bluemage]

He stared at the wall again and then pushed himself up to his feet. This hadn't gone as well as he had thought. He had been sure that she'd be able to give him an answer, but it seemed the only thing she could give him was the idea that if he prayed hard enough that everything would somehow work out. He closed his eyes and took a long breath, crossing his arms over his chest and hugging his body tightly. Perhaps it would just be best to head straight back up to his room, forgo things like dinner and chatting with her and just head straight to bed...then again the nightmares would likely come again. He'd likely once again be plagued with images of her crying out under him in both pain and pleasure.

Gabriel closed his eyes as he considered that. It wasn't going to be of any good to anyone if he passed out from sleep deprivation because he had been avoiding the nightmares...or whatever they were. Again he found it hard to classify what was going on in his head. Really, they weren't nightmares. He was having sex with an attractive woman in his mind. Wasn't that what every guy dreamed about. He slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the floor in front of his feet. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been so brutal in the dreams that he classified them as nightmares. Perhaps it was the fact that every time he gave anyone even the slightest hint they told him what he could do to make up for it...wasn't that what he wanted though? Wasn't he looking for help?

[Perplexia]

Mary exited the confessional, an heard Gabriel still in there. "come on Gabriel lets go out an get a beer we'll talk"

She waited silently outside for him. But no reply came. "i'm going down to the pub, i would really feel more comfortable if i had you to escort me, i don't know these streets an i could wander down the wrong one"

[Bluemage]

When she had mentioned that they were going to go down to the pub and have a drink he almost laughed. Could nuns actually do that? Were they allowed to consume alcohol? He supposed it really didn't matter one way or another. He really wasn't sure that he should go with her...but she had insisted, and he didn't want to turn down a woman who was insistent on his company. He sighed and then moved out, getting ready to join her. It would have been bad if she had wandered down the wrong street after all.

It hadn't taken them all that long to get to the pub. He really wasn't sure what he was doing here, especially with a nun, but it seemed that the world worked in strange and interesting ways. He sighed and brought his hand up, rubbing at his forehead a little bit. He was going to be having beers with a nun that he kept having fantasies about fucking the shit out of...this was definitely interesting...and probably not his best choice of actions...perhaps it would be best if he steered clear of alcohol for the night, just to be safe.

[Perplexia]

They had picked a booth in a corner so she could talk to him a little. She ordered a beer, and he surprisingly had a soda, she guessed it was weird for him to drink w/ a member of the church.
"these dreams you're having do you find yourself scared or aroused when you wake up?"

[Bluemage]

His eyes watched her closely as she asked that question, the question of how he felt about his dreams when he woke up. He turned his head slowly and looked down at the smooth surface of the table. It wasn't an easy question to answer. He took in a long breath, trying to think about it seriously for a moment and then finally spoke up softly, "Both."

[Perplexia]

"I know that you arn't ready to talk about them yet, an thats ok not everyone needs to know everything. But from what i do know you're a hardworker, you think before you speak, an those so far are great qualities. These dreams scare you because they're probably not the way you want to see yourself. But if they are dreams, then they come from somewhere inside. my only suggestion as of today is that you figure out who you are an who you want to be. I don't have all the answers, but i am willing to be your friend an not judge you." she smiled softly "now drink up we got weeds a waitin in the mornin" she smiled softly at him

[Bluemage]

He drank from his soda. What she was saying would have made sense if his dreams were normal, but his dreams were anything but normal. He had no idea where the satanic images came from, or what they meant. He had no idea where the images of her crying out in pleasure and pain as he pounded away at her helpless body came from...well, no he supposed that since she was attractive that was only normal. That wasn't the point though. As a whole these dreams were anything but normal, and he was being told not to worry as everyone had scary dreams. He closed his eyes and brought his hand up, rubbing at his forehead for a moment. This wasn't what he wanted at all.

He slowly looked up at her and spoke up, "What about the parts of the dream that I know nothing about?" There was no point in telling her about the parts where he pounded his hardness into her body until she screamed in the agony of release, but he could tell her about the rest. He looked back down to the table, ashamed of his dreams, "I dream about rituals...things I don't understand...they scare me...where do those dreams come from?"

[Perplexia]

Mary sat silently and listened. She tried to place her mind back to what she learned in her demonology studies. 'Demons shall walk among us and shall take the form of man'. How odd this would enter her mind now, or was it. Perhaps it was because he had mentioned rituals, he's right that wasn't normal. He was scared and that was for certain. If her thoughts were functioning correctly and she wasn't being paranoid he could be possessed. But if he was scared then perhaps his soul was objecting strongly to this invasion.

The study of demonology had been a pile of notes an superstitions passed down through generations. It was difficult to figure out what could be real, an what was simply stories.

What conquers evil? she questioned herself, an were all demons evil? Yes of course they would be she countered herself, for their opposites are angels, an demons were angels that had fallen from the grace of god.

"come lets walk" she said lightly rising and heading out to the cobblestone streets. He joined her with the same head down hands in pocked demure. "In these dreams, these rituals are you yourself?, What i mean is does your hands look the same to you as they do when you're awake? Do you feel the presence of anyone else with you in these dreams perhaps over shadowing you telling you what to do, or maybe coaching you with voices?" Mary tried to keep her tone soft as she questioned him. She watched his facial impressions as she tried to make some sort of sense out of what ailed him.

[Bluemage]

He got up and walked with her. She wanted to walk. She wanted to know about his dreams. He closed his eyes for a moment, the images of his dreams briefly flashing through his mind. He took a few long breaths as he considered this carefully. This was difficult to figure out. He finally spoke up to answer the easiest question, "I am an observer, but what I am observing is myself." He turned his head to look over to her, "It is like something is controlling my body and doing things with it, but I am somewhere else, watching all of it take place. IT isn't like looking at it from inside of my body...you know?" He wasn't sure she'd understand. He was an observer, but also the active participant. He was seeing what was going on, seeing himself doing all of these things. He closed his eyes for a moment. What else could he say?

"I...I can feel the things. I can feel it when my body does these things...when...It's like I'm inside of my body, but not inside of my body at the same time." He looked at her. This was difficult. He wasn't sure that she'd understand and he doubted that she'd be able to tell him whatever it was that he needed for all of this to make sense. Really, it didn't seem like the sort of thing that would make sense no matter how much he thought about it.

[Perplexia]

Mary listened intently to what he was saying. "have you ever tried to take control back in your dreams? I mean obviously whatever you see an feel yourself doing your disturbed by, so have you ever tried to stop it?" From all her study it was becoming clear that what he was going through was more real then anything the books that had been passed down through the centuries had to offer. If somehow she could find a way to help him conquer this. Save his soul from eternal damnation, out the demon that was with in him. Yes she was sure he had a demon in him, but was it possible to out it? Was it possible that with a opposite reality he could be strong enough to conquer it with in his dreams?

[Bluemage]

He looked over at her. Had he ever tried to take control of what was happening in his dreams. He bit his bottom lip as he thought about that question. He sighed softly and then looked back to the space in front of them, "Why would I want to take control of something like that?" He brought his hand up and rubbed at his forehead. She didn't understand. He didn't really want to experience any of the dream more than he did at the moment. He sighed softly and closed his eyes finally, "I don't think I could do it anyway...whatever this is has to be stronger than I am..."

[Perplexia]

"oh i don't think its stronger than you Gabriel" she said softly as they arrived back at the church. "I think that it feeds off of your fear, I think that if its in your dream you have the ability to stop it. If you take control over your dream, it cannot control you." she sighed softly. "I have a theory but as of right now i think we should see if you can gain control on your dream first." They entered the old church and locked the doors behind them. The candles on the alter flickered even though there was a lapse of wind. "hail mary mother of joseph" she said softly as she continued to walk ahead of gabriel. "I am going to turn in, i'll see you in the morning" she advised. Heading to her room and locking her door behind her.