Foreboding: The Secret {A Closed Thread for Ravenloft and I}

[Leetah]

The day dawned brightly as Sister Katherine, known to the outside world as Kat LeTourneaux, walked toward Mother Superior's chambers after mass. She felt peaceful and calm and rejoiced at the glow of the sunshine on her face as she moved along the outdoor walkway. She was a lovely young woman of 22. Her thick red gold mane was currently braided and hidden under her wimple, but when she released it to wash it, it fell to her waist. Her dark blue eyes sparkled with life and laughter, and her soft lips were almost always smiling. Her figure, at present covered from neck to ankle with her habit, was curvy, with a small waist and lush, firm breasts. She had the face of an angel and the soul of a saint.

Kat moved quietly but quickly toward the Mother's door, and tapped lightly. When the warm voice bade her enter, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, looking with fondness on the gray haired woman sitting behind the large desk. "You wanted to see me, Mother?" Kat's voice was soft and well-modulated.

"Yes, my child. Come and sit. Have a cup of tea with me. I wish to speak with you about something." Mother Superior sipped her tea and set the cup down, looking with love upon the girl's face. "Sister Katherine, you have now been with us for a number of years. You have been a great blessing to this convent and to us all."

Kat blushed prettily and said, "Thank you, Mother. I have tried to please you and God as best I can."

"And you have done a wonderful job! This is why I have called for you today. God has spoken to my heart and told me He has a place for you in the outside world. There is a shelter that is in need of volunteers desperately, and with your caring heart, you would be just the person they need. These young women have had terrible troubles in their lives, and they need a great deal of help."

Kat's blue eyes widened at the sound of this. A mission? She did not feel prepared for such a thing at all, and said so, in her gentle way. "Mother, I...I don't know....I have lived within these walls for many years now. I don't know if I would be able to help these women as they would need."

"Nonsense, my dear. The Lord would not have told me to send you if He did not feel you were the right one for the job. These young women need love and a listening ear most of all, as well as food and a safe place to call home for the time being. You will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, so pack your things."

"Oh, my....that quickly....." Kat gulped, feeling her insides turn over in fright. The thought of the outside world frightened her terribly. Still, if the Lord and Mother Superior wanted her to go, then go she must. He would give her the strength she needed to help the ones she was being sent to. "Where is the shelter?"

"It is in the city of New York. It's located in a quiet neighborhood, actually, in one of the boroughs. I understand it's quite lovely there." Mother Superior sipped her tea and nodded to Kat's cup. "Finish your tea, my dear, and then I think you should go pack your things for the journey."

"Yes, Mother. Thank you." The two finished their drinks in silence, then Kat rose. "With your permission, I'll go now." With the woman's nod, the girl hurried toward her own chamber to pack her things. She was very nervous about leaving the safety and comfort of the place that had been her home for so long, and hoped that all would be well. She moved about her room, packing her suitcase with everything she would need, then the time for dinner was upon them.

It was told to the other Sisters just before the silence of the evening began that Sister Katherine would be departing for a time. The Sisters expressed their love and concern for her and her well-being, and they all said a prayer together for her journey. After dinner was the Evening Mass, and then it was off to their chambers in silence for the night. Kat sent up a fervent prayer that night that she would be equal to the task before her.

When the morning dawned again, it found Kat already up and moving. The day passed before she was even aware of it and it was time to go. She bade her Sisters and the Mother Superior goodbye and stepped to the front gate of the convent, walking through without looking back, for she knew she would cry if she did so. As she let the gate close behind her, and stepped from the shadow of the convent, to get into the waiting taxicab, a shiver traveled up her spine suddenly and she felt a sense of panic and foreboding so strong for a moment, that she wanted nothing more to rush back into the safety of home. The feeling passed in a moment, but she was almost dizzy from the aftermath, and she moved into the backseat of the taxi as quickly as possible. Soon, she was heading out to her mission, her thoughts in a whirl.

 

[Ravenloft]

Faith... Faith was what brought Enumael here, and what kept him from the one he loved. He followed her the day she was brought here, but through those doors he could not follow any longer, he had wept for years, but not a one could hear his lament, his curse for his ancient sin. He had listened to the lightbringers persuasive words, and was fallen. Before that though, he had been blessed with the responsibility of shaping the flesh of mortals, it was one of the more honored crafts of the celestials, more of an art really.

And though dear Kat was not crafted by his hands, he admired her form, cherished her, and sought to nurture her, but his influence was cut short... So he lay before the doors of this convent, waiting for her, in a torpid sleep.

Light foot falls, familiar, yet... Changed... Awoke Enumael from his slumber, and his being cried out to her, but only felt her fear answer him. In an instant, he manifested once more upon the earth, his body lined with gnarled sinew, and sheethed in dark skin, cloaked by ebon, leathery wings. He watched from a distance, silent, and unseen, as was his will.

"Oh my poor Kat, what have they filled your head with..." He sighed as he took to wing, following the vehicle she had entered, remembering the first time he had seen her enter such a thing...

She was sent to a... What did they call the man? Therapist, yes... For still having hiim as an "imaginary friend" long after her parents felt was an appropriate age. The therapist almost led poor Kat to disbelieve in his existance, but as it turned out, the man found his wife sleeping with another man... And his dog... He was not the same after that... And never practiced again.

Eventually, Kat learned to hide her friendship with Enumael from her parents, and, for awhile, they were free of their scrutiny, he was her secret, and she, his one true companion.

The cab pulled to a stop after some time, and Kat stepped out, the awful drab cloths she wore masking her beautious form from sight. Being what he was, Enumael was not limited to seeing only the temporal, from the very first, he had seen her as she was, as she had been before, and as she would be.

Now, finally, it was time, once again, that he could reach her, touch her, guide her to the power that should rightfully be hers... She entered a womans shelter, and he followed, hidden from mortal eyes...

 

[Leetah]

Kat

It had been a long ride and Kat had dozed part of the way to her destination. As she dozed, she dreamed. She found herself dreaming of her childhood friend, one that had seemed very real to her at the time. Her parents had been very uncomfortable with her talking to 'Numa', as she called him, for far longer than most children ever did. No, that wasn't exactly true. Her father had been the one that did not approve. Born into a very strict Catholic family, her father would have no daughter of his acting the way she was. Her mother might have had no problem with it on her own, but Kat would never know. If Daddy said 'no' to something, it didn't happen. Her mother knew better than to speak against his wishes. When Kat was a very small child, her mother had disagreed with her father once. She would never forget the screams and sounds that came from her parent's bedroom that night, and after that, her mother never spoke against her father again. In fact, she rarely spoke at all when he was around.

Numa had been her best friend and playmate for many years, but Kat had been forced to lose him. Now, in her dream, she soared with him, born aloft in his arms by his leathery and huge wings. She laughed for pure joy with seeing him again. She had not thought of nor dreamed of him since she'd entered the convent so long ago. The taxi's arrival at the women's shelter jarred her awake, and she moved from the vehicle into the warmth of the evening. Stars were just coming out above her, and she stretched for a moment. Again, she felt a slight tingling run up and down her spine, as if someone was watching her, but it vanished quickly.

The dwelling where the women were housed was quite attractive. There were flowers growing in the yard, and a long front porch with rocking chairs. High hedges grew around the front of the property, hiding it mostly from view of the street. Kat paid the driver and took her bags, moving along the stone pathway to the front door, where she rang the bell. After a few moments, the door was opened by a smiling young woman. "Sister Katherine?" At Kat's nod, she was ushered inside. "Miss Johnson is waiting for you. We've all been looking forward to you coming." The girl led the way down a short hallway, to a cozy living room, where a woman of about Kat's age sat, looking out the back door at the evening falling.

The girl knocked lightly and said, "Miss Johnon, our new helper is here." The blonde head slowly turned, and dark green eyes met Kat's blue ones. The woman rose, and moved toward Kat with a smile, holding out her hand. As she moved toward Kat, a wave of recognition shot through the girl. That blonde hair, those eyes....that lovely figure, with the long legs and perfect breasts....it couldn't be...but it was.... "Hello Sister Katherine, I'm Shiloh Johnson. We're so happy to have you join our family." Kat felt her mind reel, even as she took Shiloh's hand and shook it. So many years since they had seen each other.....she remembered the fateful day....but Shiloh didn't seem to recognize her at all, which was quite a relief in a way.

"Bobbie, will you show Sister Katherine to her room? It's a private room with a bath to yourself. We'll let you settle in and clean up a bit, and then we'll have dinner. We only have 4 residents at the time being, so it's fairly quiet at the moment."

"Thank you, Miss Johnson."

"Oh, please, call me Shiloh. The other is far too formal!" That light laugh that Kat had been very familiar with rang in the air, and she gave a small shiver.

"Very well...Shiloh. I'll wash up and then join you."

"Wonderful. Bobbie will tell you the way."

As soon as Bobbie had shown her to her room and given her the simple directions to the kitchen, Kat sat down on her bed, feeling her knees give way. Well, this was definitely going to be an interesting mission!

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael

When sweet Kat fell asleep, Enumael came to her in her dream, and without words embraced her in his arms, then took to flight. Her joy was his own, and it made the love he felt for her swell. Before long Kat disappeared from his strong arms, as she had awoken.

Following her to the doors, Enumael reached out to touch her, but he was as insubstantial as a ghost and his hand passed through her, sending a shiver through her spine.

Enumael was surprised to see Shiloh, little Shiloh, here, now. It seemed as things were being engineered specifically for them, Kat's long kept secret standing before her, Kat herself free of the walls of her convent... Enumael wondered over gods plan, was he using him to test her? If that were the case, Enumael would test her, surely, he would have her in his arms once more.

Before long, he followed Kat and Bobbie to the room assigned to her. There, Bobbie departed, and Kat was finally alone. He awaited the right moment to reach out to her, as she drew a bath, and disrobed, folding her cloths, and setting them upon a counter with loving respect. Her form stirred Enumaels being with emotion, she was art to him, living sculpture.

She sunk into the water and began to wash herself, dispassionately, as though programed. Enumael frowned, and willed himself into the water, merging with it, bringing it under his will. He molded to her form, embracing her in his warmth, as though bathing her with a thousand gentle tongues.

 

[Leetah]

Kat

The soap that sat in the dish on the side of the tub smelled heavenly, no pun intended. Kat smiled to herself as she tested the water, realizing just how long it had been since she'd taken a bath for anything more than cleansing herself. Methodically, not really thinking of anything, she began to wash herself with the soft cloth provided for that purpose. Her thoughts grew dreamy as the warmth of the water seeped into her skin. The water felt very good. She had almost forgotten just how nice a real bath could feel. At the convent, they took functional baths or showers, with the water fairly tepid most of the time. It was considered indulgence to heat the water too much, but she had done so here without even thinking. Somehow she doubted that anyone would chide her for it after her long journey here, and she felt God would understand as well.

Kat had just washed her hair before coming here, so she pinned it up out of the way before getting into the tub. The warmth of the water was soothing and refreshing, and she almost fell into a doze. She could feel the water lap against her skin, stirring her senses softly, in ways that they had not been stirred in a very long time. She gave a soft sigh, and stretched out, to let the water touch every part of her body. The caress against her soft skin was almost like that of a lover, and her nipples hardened at the gentle touch against them. The water lapped gently but insistently at her nether regions as well, brushing her clit and labia in a motion that felt like a kiss. Kat shuddered at the sensations moving through her, and sighed again. She was in such a dreamy state, she wasn't thinking about much of anything, simply focusing on just how good the bath felt.

The water continued to move over her sensitized body, causing old sensations and feelings to slide toward the forefront of her brain. It had been far too long since she'd allowed herself to feel these tingles. Of their own accord, her legs spread slightly and she relaxed even more against the tub's sloped back.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael

Kat lulled dreamly in her bath, her mind opening to perceive Enumaels presence, no longer guarded by the callous walls of a weary adult. He manifested a subtle dream for her, expanding her bath to be a great bathing pool of ancient greece, the water about her gently burbling, scented with merh and rose oils. Small fluttering bursts of water caressed Kat's sex as an alabaster fountain rose from the center of the pool. The figure that stood upon it was that of Enumael himself, posing with arms reaching out to her longingly. He dare not manifest whole in her dream, until he was sure she would not reject him. Instead, he willed the water to coalece into nymphs, who approached Kat from all sides, giggling and cooing over her, caressing her naked flesh lovingly, once they had reached her.

Their hands were smooth, and cool, like silk as they gently massaged her flesh to a new level of arousal. She felt their fingers teasing her inner thighs, her slit, her clit, before gently, oh so gently plunging into her virgin tight embrace, and within her sex, their fingers danced, evoking an devouring ache of need within her body.

 

[Leetah]

Kat

Kat sighed at feel of so many fingers on her body. The nymph's hands seemed to be everywhere at once....on her nipples, between her thighs, on her back. It was a wonderful sensation after so long, and easy to lose oneself in. Now, one of the water creatures leaned in and pressed her cool lips to Kat's, her tongue pressing lightly against Kat's mouth, begging entrance. The young woman responded eagerly, parting her lips and allowing the deep kiss, as the other mouths began caressing her intimately on her nipples and her pussy. Kat moaned against the mouth pressed to hers and parted her thighs more, as a tongue slithered gently over her nether lips and slid inside her tight virgin entrance. Her hips and back arched at the feel. It had been far too long since the young woman had experienced anything such as this.

Kat knew somewhere deep in her mind that she should fight the temptations presented to her, but she couldn't. Her will was weak away from the walls of her convent home, and the desires of the flesh were strong. The nymphs continued their tender ministrations upon her willing flesh, changing places and taking turns drinking from her well, finally sending her over the edge into the oblivion of pleasure. Her body spasmed again and again, her muscles clenching around the tongue of her current lover. The laughter of the creatures was soft and sensual, as one of them moved upward and began to cover her face with her own sex, urging Kat to taste her as well.

Just as the young woman's lips parted to rest on her lover's nether lips, a knock was heard at her door. Instantly, Kat came to herself, finding that she leaned back in a tub of rapidly cooling water, with no idea how long she'd been there. Bobbie's voice sounded from just outside the door. "Sister Katherine? Are you alright? Shiloh sent me to check on you."

Blushing deeply, Kat climbed out of the tub. "Yes, I'm fine. I suppose I just lost track of time. I'll be dressed and out in a minute."

"Alright, dinner's ready, so come on when you're ready as well."

Kat rubbed herself dry on the soft towel, feeling it brush against her sensitized skin, and making her shiver with the feel. She found herself thinking of sliding into bed that night without a stitch on, letting the sheets caress her skin into another pleasant experience, then she shook herself sharply. "Stop that, Kat. You should be ashamed of yourself. Those thoughts and feelings are wrong. You know that." Her admonishment was quite severe, but her desires had been awakened once again, and she was not aware that she was going to be defenseless now that she was out in the world again.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael

Enumael was dazed for a short time after having the dream world he had been crafting for his Kat shattered so suddenly by a knock at the door. He came back to his senses as Kat toweled herself dry. A nimbus of glowing energy surrounded her before Enumael, it was her desire, he knew, made visible to his eyes.

Then... It was snuffed out... As she chided herself for feeling such things. Enumael could only stand there, watching her with tears in his eyes as she dressed herself in her vestments once more. "What have they done to you..." He whispered as he watched her leave the room.

He followed, and watched as the women sat down to dinner. Kat, Bobbie, Shiloh, one other helper, and the four women in residence sat at the table, and were served a less than appetising meal. He watched them all, Kat in particular.

 

[Leetah]

Kat

Kat was seated to Shiloh's right and across from Bobbie. She was introduced to the other women living there. She met Marisa, the other assistant to Shiloh, who was a short and perky girl of around 30. She had endless energy and a quick wit. Kat liked her at once. Then there were the residents of the shelter. Four very battered, very sad young women. The one who had been there the longest, Chelsea, was all of 25. Her long black hair fell in one braid down her back, and her dark brown eyes were haunted, but she talked with the others quietly, looking them in the eye and smiling occasionally. Two of the other girls had come around the same time. One was a heavyset girl with a lovely face, framed by blond hair. Her blue eyes were shy, and she would barely look up from her plate at anyone. She seemed to hope that no one would notice her. Her name was Nina, and she was 20.

The girl that sat beside Nina and seemed to be a good friend of hers was Lenore. She talked quietly to her friend, her green eyes full of compassion. She had thick brown hair that fell to her shoulders, and was very petite. She looked somewhat younger than her 21 years. The last resident had only been with them two weeks. She did not speak the entire meal, and seemed to be in another world almost. She was very thin, and her platinum blond hair was lank around her face. She had dark circles under her light blue eyes, and she ate mechanically, staring at nothing it seemed. Her name was Skye, and she was only 19.

Kat listened to the talk around her while eating, and learned something of the others. She hoped to get to talk to each alone at some point to get to know them better, but for now, she was content with the little snippets she learned as they dined. As dinner finished, Shiloh said, "Sister Katherine, I'd like you to join me in the library for a bit. After tonight, we'll add your name to the chore list, and you can take turns with the others, but for now we'll visit." Kat nodded, smiled at the others, and followed Shiloh down the hall. After each was seated, Shiloh studied her for a moment, then said, "I thought you might like to know a little bit about our girls, and what their stories are briefly. All of them have been abused in one way or another by men, and either came on their own, or were brought here by family or friends." Kat nodded, listening intently, and trying not to watch Shiloh's lips move too much. She remembered them too well.

Chelsea had come on her own to the shelter. Her boyfriend had been cheating on her with her best friend, and he was taking drugs. He had hit her a few times, but the night she threw his drugs out, after asking him over and over to stop, he beat her so severely that she was lucky she hadn't died. Then he and her friend had gotten wasted and had sex on the couch while she lay bleeding on the floor. She had managed to crawl over to her cell phone after the other two had passed out and call 911. After she left the hospital she had no where to go, so she came to the shelter.

Nina, the very shy girl, had been a bit overweight all her life. She'd been teased about it, and so when the new guy at her college began paying attention to her, she was more than thrilled. He was handsome and rich, and seemed to like her very much. She had begun to blossom a bit under his attention, and he had slowly talked her into losing her virginity to him. He was not gentle with her first time, nor did he take his time, but she just assumed it was because she was inexperienced, and continued to see him. He began to get more and more aggressive with her sexually, making her try things she didn't want to try, and eventually hurting her by spanking her or tying her up and hitting her with his belt. The night that he tied her to the bed, had rough sex with her, and then invited his friends to share her was the night that her brother came to see her. He walked in on the 'party' and immediately called the police. He brought his sobbing sister to the shelter.

Lenore had arrived a couple of nights after Nina. She had been sexually abused by her stepfather, since she was 18 years old. The night of her 18th birthday, after her party, he had stayed up with her, gotten her drunk and taken her virginity. The next morning he reminded of her of what happened, told her she liked it and she had better keep it up or he'd tell her mother she came on to him and got him drunk. She was very close to her mother, so she was forced to give in to his demands. He liked really kinky sex, but wouldn't ask her mother for it, so she endured a master/slave relationship with him in private. He had even taken her to private clubs that had dungeons and forced her to participate in many acts, most of which she wouldn't even talk about. Finally when she spent the night at her best friend's house one night, she broke down and told her friend what happened. Encouraged by her friend's support, she came to the shelter.

The last girl, Skye, they still knew very little about. She had not spoken since the night she had appeared on the doorstep, wearing nothing but shreds of clothing, clutching her purse, her lip and nose bleeding, and bruised from head to toe at the hands of someone. She or someone had knocked on the door in the middle of the night, and when Shiloh had opened the door, she had collapsed inside the hallway, saying only "Please help." She had not spoken another word since then. They had gotten her name from the identification card in her purse, but when they called the phone number listed, it was disconnected. There had been no last name on the card and although they had carefully watched the news reports and bulletins, no one seemed to have reported the girl missing. Her birthdate had been listed on the card as well, otherwise they wouldn't have even known how old she was. She responded to being called for meals and the like, but the rest of the time she simply sat quietly, making no sound. Something traumatic had happened to her, but until she decided to talk, if she did, they wouldn't know.

Kat listened quietly the entire time Shiloh spoke, absorbing all the information she was given. She couldn't imagine what Hell these girls had gone through, and she shuddered to think of it. It made her thankful that she had been in the convent and not out in the world where some man could hurt her as these women had been hurt. Now women...they were different. Soft...tender...gentle. They knew how to love without hurting. A fleeting memory touched her mind and then was gone almost instantly...something about her secret past....

Shiloh looked up at the clock and sighed. "Well, I believe it's about time I should be letting you get back to your room for the night. Settle in and sleep. We'll let you rest a bit tomorrow and get more acquainted with your surroundings, and then the next day, we'll plunge you right in. How does that sound?"

"Fine, I'm looking forward to working with everyone," Kat smiled.

"I'll say goodnight then, Sister. We are glad to have you with us." Both women stood and Kat was a bit taken aback when Shiloh suddenly hugged her. Even through her thick clothing, Kat could feel the softness of the lush breasts pressing into her body and a thrill tingled through her. She found herself hugging back, perhaps a bit more tightly than she should have, just wanting to enjoy the feel of another real woman's body against her own. She released her new supervisor quickly and smiled, trying to hide her feelings. Shiloh seemed to notice nothing for she returned the smile and said, "See you in the morning."

Dazed, Kat moved off to her room. She undressed for bed, trying to keep from touching her body any more than she had to, and trying not to think about Shiloh's naked skin pressed to her own. She forced herself to put on her nightgown and slide between the sheets, fighting the desire to pull the clothing off and lie naked, while running her hands over her body. "Katherine, you must stop that immediately!" She told herself this, and sent up a prayer for help, but when she fell asleep, her mind was open for dreaming.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael

Enumael could see each battered woman's pain, as though they were living beings, gnawing away at their souls. He wished to banish them from the poor creatures that they weighed upon, but that was well beyond his power...

When Shiloh took Kat to the library to talk, Enumael followed, sensing how greatly the woman admired Kat.

When the two hugged, Enumael felt the wave of desire come from Kat. "So, my dear, you long for Shiloh still?" Enumael noted as they parted ways, each going to their beds.

It took only as long to come up with the perfect dream for Kat, as it took her to lay down and fall asleep.

Kat dreamed that she lay in bed, a wall mounted clock ticking away a hand full of minutes. There was a soft knock at her door, as it squeeked open. "Sister Katherine?" A voice that Kat recognized as Shiloh's asked. "Are you still awake?"

She slipped into Kat's room, a dark, curvacious sillouette of a woman, drapped from breasts to thigh in a thin, filmy pink shift. Her hair unbound, framing her face like a golden halo. She wore nothing under her shift, so when Kat looked, she could see the dark circles of her areola and the nicely trimmed nest of hair crowning her sex.

She came to kneel at Kat's bed side, as though kneeling to prayer. "I remember you Katherine, I remember you telling me to call you Kitty-kat... Do you remember me?" Shiloh asked, lifting a blushing face, and hopeful eyes up to the nun.

 

[Leetah]

Kat

Deep in sleep, Kat heard Shiloh's voice calling to her. It seemed she opened her eyes and sat up, she saw Shiloh standing by her bed. She felt her heartbeat speed up at the sight of the woman's body outlined beneath the thin nightdress. She watched as the other woman knelt beside her bed. "I remember you Katherine, I remember you telling me to call you Kitty-kat... Do you remember me?" Kat felt a tingle run through her body at the sound of the name she'd not heard in so long. She looked at the hope in Shiloh's eyes and could see her embarrassment at asking, and her fear of not being remembered. She tried to focus...to think what to say or do, when Shiloh rose and sat on the bed beside her, looking down into her face.

"You were always so beautiful, and you're even more beautiful now..." Shiloh's voice was a whisper, as she reached out with gentle fingers to smooth Kat's shining red-gold mane back from her face. "You used to say because I made you purr, I should call you Kitty-Kat. Don't you remember?" Shiloh's fingers felt so wonderful, stroking her cheek and her hair, Kat couldn't seem to answer. Frowning slightly, the other young woman said "Maybe this will help you remember..." and she leaned slowly forward and pressed her soft lips to Kat's own. Kat tried to keep herself from repsonding to the kiss, but her desires had been re-awakened and she groaned softly, and parted her lips, letting Shiloh's tongue slip into her mouth. Eagerly, she let her own tongue massage her friend's, who gave a whispered sigh and sank down beside her.

Kat couldn't seem to stop herself now. Long pent-up hungers flew to the surface and she slid her hands over Shiloh's back and down to her buttocks, to cup them. The woman's soft moan of pleasure was all the encouragement she needed, and Kat leaned upward, her lips still giving and receiving the hungry kiss. She moved Shiloh to her back and slid her palm over the right plump breast, feeling the hardness of the nipple through the thin gown. Teasingly, she ran the pad of her thumb over the nipple and felt Shiloh's hips undulate upward, wanting more. Breaking the kiss, Kat moved her mouth down to the sweet nub and began kissing it and then licking it through the cloth. She felt Shiloh's hand move up to her left breast and began teasing it through her own nightdress.

Kat felt strong and hungry for play. She wanted to devour her lover, and she suckled at the raised nub, hornier than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her chaste life suddenly seemed too bland. Here was this lovely body, all hers for the taking, and she wanted to take. She moved to Shiloh's other breast, sucking at that nipple as well, feeling her lover writhe beneath her. She felt the wetness between her thighs, the deep need for fulfillment. She reached down and caught the hem of Shiloh's nightgown and pushed it up, baring the soft skin to her gaze. She looked up into the passion-glazed gaze of her friend, who begged with eyes and lips to be taken.

The tip of Kat's tongue slid over Shiloh's right nipple and then her left, causing moans and sighs of exquisite pleasure. She slid her hand down Shiloh's body to her hip and then trailed her fingers across to the silk-covered mound. She ran her middle finger down the damp crotch of Shiloh's panties, feeling how slick and wet her slit had become. The panties were soaked, and she could smell the scent of a woman in heat. She rubbed along the slit more, finally working a finger beneath the leg of the panties and touching soft real flesh. Her thumb found the engorged clit and as she continued to sup on Shiloh's nipples, she teased the clit as well. Raising her head, she said, in a darkly seductive voice that she didn't recognize as her own, "What do you want, my shy little Shiloh? Shall I eat you alive and drink from your well?"

"Ohhhhhhhhh....Kitty-Kat.....yes....please."

"Then you'll make me purr, little Shiloh....."

Kat slid the panties down out of her way and moved down between Shiloh's thighs. She admired the fur covered mound for a moment, then parted the soft slick nether lips with gentle fingers. She nuzzled between the girl's legs, inhaling the scent and then the tip of her tongue slid out, like a kitten's lapping cream, and she partook of Shiloh's own brand of cream. The first taste was all she needed to make her bury her face in Shiloh's pussy, sucking and licking and then pushing her tongue inside the tight wet hole. She felt the woman thrashing, her hands on Kat's head urging her onward and deeper. She sucked and fucked her friend until a wave of nectar flooded her mouth and she drank deeply.

Shiloh was trembling beneath her as Kat sat up and moved up to her lips again, kissing her, letting her taste herself on Kat's lips. "Now, my Shiloh, I want to purr for you...." She lay back and closed her eyes as she felt the warm mouth close over her left breast and the tongue tasting her nipple through her own gown. She arched her back slightly, asking for more and her partner was glad to oblige, moving from breast to breast, until her nipples were stiffer than ever. She felt Shiloh's slender fingers slding between her legs, over her own white cotton panties, and then hooking her waistband, and exposing her, even before her gown was pushed up. Fingers slid softly over her mound, over her clit, over her nether lips, and she gasped at the feel. Now, Shiloh's lips kissed up her body, pushing the gown upwards to expose her breasts.

Once her breasts were exposed, so was the silver crucifix she always wore, even when sleeping. She felt Shiloh pause, and opened her eyes, to see the girl frowning slightly. "What's this?" she asked.

"That's my crucifix. I don't ever take it off, except when I bathe."

"Well, I think now would be a good time to take it off, don't you?" Shiloh's tongue touched down on Kat's right nipple, and laved it slowly, as far away from the jewelery as she could get. Kat wanted to agree, but something held her back.

"I...I..can't..." She was breathless from the feel of Shiloh's tongue on her nipple and fingers still working on her pussy so sweetly. "I made a promise....never...to do that...."

"Oh, c'mon....what's it gonna hurt?" Shiloh's voice was soft and cajoling, and she was now sliding a finger inside Kat's tight entrance. "Don't you want me?"

"I do....Oh God....I do...but...." She arched her back again, wanting Shiloh to taste more of her breast, but the young woman suddenly stopped and sat up, pouting.

"I'm not asking for much, Kitty-Kat. I wanna make you purr, but as long as you wear that thing, I can't."

Now Kat was the one who frowned slightly. Something wasn't right here. What was she doing anyway? Horror suddenly seized her as she realized how decadently she was behaving. "Oh, Shiloh...oh no. I'm so sorry. I have sinned against you and myself. Please....leave. I must pray for my sin. Please forgive me." Kat began to weep, and slowly began to wake, finding herself with her nightgown bunched up around her shoulders, her panties down to her knees, her fingers between her legs, and tears falling down her cheeks. Contrite, she rose, took a bath, dressed in fresh clothing, and spent the rest of the night in earnest prayer.

 

[Ravenloft]

The cross, it confounded Enumael's efforts to seduce his sweet, sweet kat. She had been so wanton with the dream version of Shiloh he had sent to her, but when it had come to the time to return the favor, the cross, or more rightly, Kats faith in it, in what it stood for... Stopped him.

He pushed, but it was to no avail, her christian principals were stronger. And the prayer, it sounded like a song, but it was not meant for him, and his being ached that it was not.

"Very well, if I cannot reach you in your dreams, I will use anothers dreams to come to you, my Kat..." Enumael left the room and went to Bobbies bed chambers, where he found her dreams troubled.

She was locked in a closet, crying to be let out, but no one would answer her crys. "Child, who has trapped you here?" Enumael asked as he approached both Bobbies sleeping form, and her persona in her dream.

 

[Leetah]

Bobbie

The dream was quite often the same. Bobbie was abandoned, locked in darkness, and no one would hear her cries or release her. She would scream herself hoarse in her dreams, weeping until her eyes were swollen shut and often awaken to find her pillow wet with tears. She had never told anyone of the dream. It had begun when she turned 18. She was now 25, so she had lived with this dream at least once a week, for the past 7 years. For the first time, someone spoke to her in the darkness.

"Child, who has trapped you here?" The voice was very male, rich and warm, and made Bobbie feel instantly at ease. She could only make out a large figure, cloaked in shadow, but she felt no fear of him. She normally didn't like being alone with men, but something about this one felt comfortable, and she was able to stop crying and answer his question. "I...I don't know, Sir." She felt a tingling through her brain, as if it were being perused, and then she suddenly knew the answer. Her eyes widened and she saw the closet door now open, letting some light inside.

Bobbie looked around, but the figure was now gone. In wonder, she stepped out from the darkness into a light room, filled with lovely young women. It was all so clear to her now. She had locked herself into the closet, when she had discovered at 18 that she was sexually attracted to women. The men she had been with had not been kind always, and had always seemed to be after one thing. She still liked men, but her primary attraction had become women. Having been taught those feelings were wrong, she pushed them away, and so a part of her became locked away. Enumael had freed her.

Now the young woman noticed that each of the women there bore a resemblance in one way or another to Sister Katherine. She remembered thinking how lovely the nun was when she had arrived, and when she came to the table after her bath. Bobbie found herself wondering now what it would be like to touch Sister Katherine's bare skin. She could imagine the softness of the young woman's body pressed into her own, and she longed for that to happen. She ran her fingers lightly over her own body, imagining they were the nun's and shivered with pleasure. She imagined the soft lips moving over her breasts and her nipples hardened instantly, and then downward to rest between her thighs, where she felt dampness starting to pool. She imagined kissing the young woman and tasting her flesh as well.

Bobbie smiled in her sleep as she moved toward the dream girl that most resembled Sister Katherine sans her habit. Her body was a delight to the eyes, and her gaze, when turned upon Bobbie was filled with longing and desire. She reached out her arms in supplication, begging for attention, and Bobbie went to her. As her mouth found the dream Katherine's, and her hands explored the body, her subconscious mind was already working on finding a way to be alone with the nun and see if she could tempt her in the flesh.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael watched Bobbies dream unfold, exerting only the smallest effort to guide it into the direction it had ultimately gone, and smiled with satisfaction. "Sweet child, your desire is pure, and shall bring you closer to the one that I desire. Awake with the knowledge that your dreams may become real..." And as he sent these words to Bobbie like a soft, caressing breaze, Enumael manipulated her lover so that she drew waves of swelling pleasure from Bobbie's loins.

 

[Leetah]

Bobbie felt the dream Katherine's mouth slide between her legs and she moaned in ecstasy. Had anything ever felt quite so delicious, she wondered. Yes, she guessed it had, but still....this was heaven. Her hips moved, thrusting upward to meet her lover's eager tongue and mouth. She felt the slender fingers on her nipples, and she caressed and rubbed the breasts that were inviting her to do so quite sweetly. When her dream girl's tongue plunged deep into her hungry pussy, Bobbie awoke with a soft cry of pleasure, her inner muscles spasming in delight. She was drenched in sweat, a pool of moisture between her thighs, her heart pounding and her nipples harder than she'd ever felt them before. "Wow..." Bobbie murmured softly. "What a dream!" Shakily, she rose and went to her bathroom, wetting a washcloth and wiping her face and neck with cool water. The seed had been planted in her subconscious now, and without even knowing it, she was already planning how she might tempt the lovely nun into an intimate encounter.

A few evenings later, Bobbie was taking some clean towels to Kat's room. The door was closed, so she knocked, but receiving no answer, she went quietly in. As she went to put the towels away in the small bathroom linen closet, she found Kat relaxing in the bathtub. Her skin was flushed slightly from the warmth of the water, and she had her head leaned back against the tub, her thick, lustrous hair pulled up. Tendrils of it had escaped framing her lovely face, and Bobbie thought she looked stunning there. She admired the sensual picture the young woman made, her figure soft and perfect looking under the water. Her thighs were slightly parted, and Bobbie could see the well-trimmed bush that covered her mound.

Not wanting to startle the nun, Bobbie looked her fill upon the vision before her, and then knocked lightly on the door. When Kat looked up, Bobbie was just peeking in, smiling at her. Kat returned her smile. She truly liked the pretty girl, and admired her spirit tremendously. "Hello Bobbie."

"Hello Sister. I brought your clean towels to put away, and thought you might be in here, so I knocked on the door. I hope I didn't startle you." A whisper in her mind had seemed to tell Bobbie not to let Kat know she had been admiring the naked beauty of the other woman.

"No, not at all. I was just relaxing and thinking about different plans for the girls. Different ways of helping them, perhaps." Kat was not ashamed of her nakedness, as she was constantly around other women and rarely paid attention to them. Of course, she didn't realize her desires of the flesh were being reawakened, and that now she was vulnerable to them. She picked up the soap and began washing herself. Bobbie seemed in no hurry to leave as she put the towels away, and quite frankly, she wasn't. She could see the young woman soaping her body out of the corner of her eye, and her mouth watered when Kat ran her lather-covered palms over her breasts. Dying to find a way to touch her in some way, Bobbie said, "Hey, want me to wash your back? I'm here anyway..."

Kat smiled at her. "Of course, that would be lovely. No one has done that in years!" She tried not to think of a time when Shiloh had washed her back in the shower, along with other things. Instead, she washed off the soap and then turned her back and shoulders to Bobbie, who immediately began lathering her hands. Softly, she ran them over Kat's back and shoulders, working her fingers over the muscles and then down her back. The touch felt good and Kat enjoyed it. It had indeed been so very long since another woman had touched her this intimately, and she had missed it.

Ignoring her better judgment, Kat allowed Bobbie to wash her entire back, reaching down into the tub to wash the upper swell of her buttocks and hips, and then moving up her sides slowly toward her breasts. Her will seemed to drain away as Bobbie touched her, and it felt too good to ask her to stop. She wanted Bobbie to touch her. She wanted Bobbie to touch her everywhere suddenly, and found herself raising her arms up, so that the woman could wash under them and move the her hands slowly around to Kat's breasts, even though they both knew they were clean. Kat could feel a throbbing between her legs again, and her heart was pounding. She knew she should stop Bobbie before she went any further, but she felt soft lips brush the side of her neck, and felt slender fingers caressing and cupping her full breasts. She caught her breath as Bobbie's slick thumbs slid over her nipples, teasing them to erectness.

Bobbie was thrilled beyond belief, as she nibbled and kissed up and down the side of the young nun's neck, enjoying the feel of the plump globes in her hands. Her nipples were so sweet, Bobbie longed to suck on them. She felt a shudder go through Kat and smiled to herself. Apparently the girl did indeed like to be touched by another woman. This was excellent news. She redoubled her efforts, kissing the jawline and caressing those sweet breasts even more. She reached up one hand and caught Kat's face softly, turning it to her own. "Kiss me Kate," Bobbie whispered, and took the soft lips with her own. The kiss was returned without hesitation, and Bobbie lost no time in slipping her tongue into the enticing mouth. She rubbed Kat's breasts with more tenderness, feeling her body tremble beneath the touch.

Kat moaned into her almost-lover's mouth, letting her tongue dance and play with Bobbie's. Everything felt so good. She remembered feeling this good with Shiloh as well, and she wanted it back. As Bobbie's hand began to creep down her belly toward her pussy lips, Kat also remembered where she was and most importantly who she was. This was wrong. She was not here to seduce the young women, she was here to help them. Just because Bobbie was a fellow co-worker, didn't make it more right than if she tried to seduce one of the young women there. Gathering what little strength she possessed at this moment, Kat caught Bobbie's wrists even as she continued to kiss the other woman. Her lips didn't seem to belong to her, as they refused to stop tasting the pleasure of the other mouth.

Gently, Kat pushed Bobbie back, and at last, felt whatever seemed to have taken hold of her, urging her to kiss Bobbie, to give in to what she wanted, drawing back and fading. Gasping for air, she looked into Bobbie's dazed eyes. "Bobbie...we...I can't do this. It was wrong of me. I apologize. Please forgive me for...this."

"But Kate...."

"Not Kate," Kat gently corrected. "Sister Katherine, please."

"But...but you enjoyed it. As much as I did, I know you did. I could feel it in your responses to me. You wanted me....as much as I want you." Bobbie sounded confused.

"Bobbie, I can't allow this or anything like it to happen. I'm here to help people, not hurt them, and this will only end up hurting you when all is said and done. You are a dear friend and a lovely woman, but I cannot...I simply cannot....'be' with you in that way. We both know it's wrong."

Bobbie blinked rapidly. The young nun wasn't denying what she said was true, she was just saying that it was wrong. Slowly she nodded, and smiled a tremulous smile, but her mind was already trying to plan their next encounter. "I will leave you then, Sister Katherine. I hope I've not offended you."

"Oh, dear Bobbie, no. You could never offend me. I am very flattered as a matter of fact, but...."

"I know. It can't happen. Very well then. See you at dinner, Sister."

Bobbie went on her way, smiling, knowing tonight she would fantasize about what would have undoubtedly happened had Kate not stopped her.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael watched over the two during their encounter, sending off a subtle urging to the two of them, only their subconcious minds hearing. It was not enough, though, to defeat Kat's christian convictions. He could feel the hurt of rejection in Bobbie, but tempered it by reasuring her subconcious that Kat would indeed lay with her. That it would just take some time, and the right place for them to be together.

Enumael was merely using Bobbie though, as a means to weaken Kat's will enough for him to once again manifest to her. He would bring Bobbie a dream again, of her encounter with Kat, only in it, she would not stop Bobbie until the two of them were well spent, and dazed with pleasure.

Also, he would go to Shiloh in her dreams as well, to learn what he could about what time had done to her. Shiloh had been a wonderful tool before Kat was stolen away from him, and if possible, he would use her again as well.

 

[Leetah]

After Bobbie left her, Kat spent some time deep in prayer. She was quite troubled that she seemed to be giving in to temptations of the flesh so easily. She kept forgetting she had be sheltered away at the convent for so long that she had been out of harm's way and there was no opportunity or need to stimulate her fleshly desires. It was frightening just how good those desires felt after all this time as well. She prayed for forgiveness and strength, but deep in her subconscious mind, the desire had taken root now, and would continue to grow and blossom. Only time would tell if it would bear fruit for her old friend.

As she dressed herself, Kat found her mind wandering to her friend, Numa. She could swear she almost felt his presence again at times, and it reminded her how much she had missed him. When she had first gone to the convent, she had cried almost every night with loneliness and longing for her friend, but time had eased the pain and she had found new friends in her order. It also helped that her family was proud of her again. It just seemed odd after so many years that she would begin to think of him again. She remembered how strong he was and how much fun they had had. She remembered his encouragement to try new things and his pleasure when she did so. He had always cared for her, she knew that. Sighing, she finished dressing and went to dinner. The night was quiet and after the meal, Kat had some time to sit and talk with each young woman one on one. They were all very sweet, and her heart ached at the things they had gone through. She hoped that someday she might be able to get Skye to speak.

That night, after all was said and done, Shiloh checked on the girls and then headed to her own room to get ready for bed. She showered, dreamily soaping her body and letting her mind wander to other times in the past. She longed for a companion, someone to hold and to love, but so far that hadn't happened yet. She wondered where the one person was who could be hers. She vaguely remembered caring deeply for someone several years ago, but she could scarcely remember who the person was after the hypnosis sessions her parents had sent her to. The person was merely a vague shape in her mind, and sometimes in her dreams.

Drying herself thoroughly, Shiloh put on her silk nighshirt and slid into bed. She felt very luxurious tonight and stretched, arching her back. She felt the silk fabric slide against her breasts and it was like a soft caress. Sighing softly, she turned on her side and drifted off to dreamland.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Silk, yes, I see your desire Shiloh..." Enumael thought as he drew over the woman's sleeping form, insinuating his will into her dreams. He found her standing in a vast and twisted labyrinth, no doubt the mess that some mortal had inflicted upon her mind, in their bumbling attempt to 'help' her.

"Silk." Enumael willed, and what had been dry, cracked ground and walls slowly changed all around Shiloh. At first everything glistened, as though wet with dew, then lightened in color, and shifted in form, until she was surrounded by billowing swaths of soft, pastel colored, silken material.

The cloth brushed across her feet and ankles as the air itself seemed to give out a whispering breath. Enumael watched as Shiloh's sleeping form relaxed into the dream he was crafting for her.

The walls of silk fluttered about, drawing across vague curves, those of hips and breasts, thighs and buttocks, seen only as subtle shades through the whafting cloth. "Shy..." A single voice whispered to Shiloh, then drifted away with titilating laughter.

 

[Leetah]

The dream began the same as it always did. Shiloh was trying to find the key to her past, which the hypnosis sessions had taken away from her. Until she reclaimed that past, she felt she would never be whole again. She had been standing before huge oaken doors, that appeared to be closed tightly, but when she pushed against them, they opened for her. She stepped through them and they slammed shut behind her, trapping her between the crumbling brick walls of her mind. Her legs and feet were bare as they always were, and she wore a thin shift that barely covered her, but it was so hot here, she could scarcely draw a breath, and yet the dry ground was almost cold against her the soles of her feet. There were cracks running along the ground in zig zag patterns, and far off in the distance, she thought she heard a cry of pain, but she couldn't tell for certain. As she stood there, a cooling breeze seemed to brush her face, and she watched in disbelief as the scenery slowly changed around her.

Moisture filled the air and touched her skin and then everything was beautiful again. This had never happened before, in the many years she had dreamed the barren and frightening landscape. The loveliest of silk cloth brushed her, and she saw that her thin shift had become floating silk as well. It caressed her softly, and now she could make out soft forms vaguely outlined in the billowing cloth. A breast here, and then gone. The curve of a hip, swallowed immediately, only for another sweetly feminine shape to appear moments later. The soft voice that she could almost remember called to her, and the trilling laughter moved away down the corridor of light and beauty. Shiloh followed the sound, feeling the silk caressing her every step of the way. She thought she glimpsed a figure just ahead of her, but then it seemed as if she was imagining it. She pushed on, reveling in the feel of pure luxury touching her.

Shiloh rounded a corner and caught sight of a bare leg and foot just passing out of view. "Wait...wait!" she called, but the soft laughter came again. "You must catch me first, my sweet Shy Girl!" The almost remembered voice was teasing and tickled her ear. Now hands seemed to slip from beneath the cloth, touching her shoulders and arms, sliding across her breasts, tempting her to stop and play, but she moved forward. She kept catching glimpses of the one she wanted to catch, but nothing concrete enough to make her remember. Long red gold hair shone for a moment in the light, a bare arm and slender fingers beckoned to her. She tried to hurry faster, but the more she did, the more her quarry seemed to as well. "My Shy Girl, don't you want me any more? I still want you...." The voice was soft with an eager hunger that was very familiar. "I remember the feel of you against my body, sweet Shiloh...your hands touching me....your mouth on mine....it was heavenly....can't you remember?"

Shiloh struggled against the mental block that had been put firmly in place so many years ago, but try as she might, she couldn't seem to break it. The silk began to tangle around her legs and feet, slowing her, and she held out her arms beseechingly. "Come back...oh, please come back...." Hands began to pull her downward into the soft material, touching her body intimately, making her want her dream companion even more. From what seemed far away, the voice called, "I can't yet, my sweet, but keep trying...you can remember me...." The voice faded away, but the hands didn't, and then soft mouths joined in. Her lips were captured and a probing tongue tasted her mouth, as another mouth plunged between her thighs, tasting the nectar that flowed there. Two others took her breasts, their soft kitten tongues caressing her hard nipples. Shiloh moaned in rapture. Hands and mouths were all over her it seemed, touching and tasting her in places she'd forgotten she had almost. Soft voices whispered to her "For tonight, sweet Shiloh, you belong to us...we shall partake of you and feed from your sensuality and give you more sexual power in turn. Take what we offer, dearest, for it will only bring you to heights of pleasure you cannot imagine."

Shiloh moaned, her pursuit of the elusive girl forgotten in the loving she was receiving from the very well-trained and erotic succubi. She felt fingers sliding into her wet pussy, fucking her, she felt soft slick clefts press against her lips and she took them, letting her tongue taste the delicious sweet juices. Tongues fucked her, fingers slid into every opening she had, including her tight little bottom. She knew she had never felt such pleasure, and she came again and again from their ministrations. They took her forgotten pleasure and sucked it into themselves and then poured into her pliant body twice the arousal and desire she had possessed prior to this night. When they had done with her, and Shiloh was sleeping deeply from exhaustion, she was well on her way to being able to remember just who the elusive young woman she was searching for was.

 

[Ravenloft]

Enumael turned toward his spiritual sisters, the three succubi; Dumael, Endrael, and Aethiel as they brought Shiloh's dream to an end, leaving the woman in an even deeper slumber than before. "Thank you for your help, Sisters, you may go now." Enumael said as he gave them a dismissive wave of his hand.

"You forget yourself, brother, we are not so easily dismissed." Endrael said through thin, pink lips. The other two rose from Shiloh's dream, licking their lips like wolves after a meal, nodding their agreement to their sisters statement.

"No, of course not, what is it you require of me, oh great Fates?" Enumael asked, making a show of bowing to the three. Dumael glared at him as Aethiel sneered, only Endrael spoke. "You would do well not to mock us, brother, our ties are not of blood, but of ideals, and perhaps yours have changed over these long centuries?"

"My ideals have remained the same as they ever have been. I do not mock you, I simply ask what it is you seek in payment." Enumael said, wearily.

 

[Leetah]

There were no more evil creatures ever created than these three; Enumael's sisters. They had been created as pure sexual temptations of the flesh, and they had no morals, conscience or love in them. They were lust personified. All beautiful in a deadly way, one was blond, one a redhead and one a brunette, but they could change form and features as needed and as they chose. They had seen Kat and they had lusted for her purity, for to feed from her, to give her their desire, would help them to grow exceptionally strong.

Endrael looked at the other two, who smiled wicked identical smiles. She turned back to Enumael. "The price for our services is never cheap, Brother," she purred, leaning in to him for a moment. "I don't think you're going to care for our price, but frankly I don't care how you feel about it. Our price is...Sister Katherine. She will be delicious and give us such power. She is our price. Otherwise...." She left the sentence unfinished, knowing Enumael knew the remainder of it.

 

[Ravenloft]

"Your threats mean little to me, take Shiloh, or any other woman here, but Sister Kath... Kat is mine, and mine alone, you may not have her. You may not care, but I am still your superior, do not test me, sisters, for you will fail." Enumael's skin churned and boiled, like black ink, as two leathery wings erupted from his back. He lifted a hand before the three, a wicked obsidian blade forming within his grasp.

"Your strength lies in the number three, if one of you were to fall, you would be nothing... And I promise you, if you deign to push this matter farther, one of you SHALL fall before I take my dying breath!" Enumael said, his voice charged with an undenighable, apocoliptic warning.

 

[Leetah]

Endrael stayed well out of reach of her brother's hand and blade, for she knew what he said was true. If one of them were struck down, the other two would be powerless and would no longer be able to enjoy the pleasures they presently did. Nevertheless, she had no intention of letting such a prize escape so easily. What she wanted, the other two always did as well, and Endrael fancied herself much more intelligent than her brother.

Giving him a coy look from beneath lowered lashes, she said softly "Very well, Brother, I know you speak the truth. There is no need to put on such a show before us. We shall consider the others instead, and see which ones might do for our desires. We shall leave you for now. Come Sisters." The three vanished into the void, and reformed far away from the impressive demon. "We aren't truly giving up this prize, are we, Sister?" Aethiel whined, plaintively, as Dumael chimed in "Yes, she is so sweet, her desire calls to me. I need her." Endrael laughed wickedly, shaking her head at the others. "Of course we aren't giving up, but we must bide our time and let Brother Enumael believe he has frightened us away. She'll be ours yet, that sweet delicious little Sister."

 

[Ravenloft]

With a sigh of weariness, Enumael willed away his blade and turned his attention upon Kat, waiting and watching the days events unfold, hoping that the seeds of desire he had planted within Bobby and Shiloh's subconsious minds would come to some fruition during these waking hours. If but one carnal desire would take hold of Kat's sweet soul, he could dwell within her dreams...

He could be with her... As much as a mortal and demon may.

 

[Leetah]

Kat had not slept well that night. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning, sleep eluding her. The encounter with Bobbie had disturbed her more than she cared to admit to herself. That part of her life was over and done with. She was committed to her faith. She was Sister Katherine now, pure and simple, or so she told herself over and over again that long night. Each time, a small part of her mind whispered back to her 'Then why did you let her touch and kiss you like that, hmmmm? If you truly thought it was wrong, why would you? You've missed it, you know you have...' Kat wanted to scream at the voice to be quiet, but she couldn't, for she knew it was true. It frightened her, and she worried that she would have to request to be reassigned if she couldn't control herself. She rose the next morning with fresh determination and dark circles under her eyes from her wakefulness. Bathing in cold water and putting her scratchy habit back on helped to calm her desires and by the time she went to breakfast, she was in control of herself once more. Or so she thought at least. She gave Bobbie a calm smile, and was gratified to see the young woman return her gesture without any hesitation or show of displeasure. Feeling a bit better, Kat sat down again that day with Chelsea, talking with her about her feelings and how she was getting along now. The two planned to go to a job fair that week, to see about finding Chelsea employment, and the young woman left from her meeting with the Sister looking more relaxed than she had in awhile.

Kat felt good about their chat and was glad to see Chelsea seemed to be starting to put the pain of betrayal behind her, but she had a ways to go yet. She decided to take a walk and get some fresh air for a bit before dinner. She stopped by Shiloh's office to let her know where she was going, but the woman wasn't in there. Bobbie was, sitting in a chair, working on some paperwork. "Oh, hello Bobbie. I won't disturb you, but I just wanted to let someone know I'm stepping out for a few minutes to get some air."

"Very well, Sister Katherine. I hope your day has gone well?" Bobbie gave her a friendly smile, with no hint of the sensual thoughts brewing in her mind.

"Oh, quite well, thank you. I'll be back before dinner."

"I'll let Shiloh know, if she looks for you." Kat gave a wave and headed out the door, not realizing Bobbie's eyes rested on the sway of her hips, even though they were covered beneath the thick cloth. "Oh, Sweet Kate....how I desire you...." Bobbie said softly to the quiet room. "I want to feel you beneath me, letting me taste you and tempt you....I want to watch you open beneath me, my lover...." Finishing her paperwork, Bobbie headed back to her room for a 'rest period'. In reality, she was about to let the sensual thoughts in her mind take over and imagine again what she would do with and to Kate when the time came.

Bobbie went into her room and locked the door. She had left a note for Shiloh, so that no one would disturb her play time. Smiling, she slid her clothing off and let the warm air of her room caress her bare skin. She lay down on her bed and ran her hands over her body, pretending she was touching Kate instead. She fell into a dreaming daze, picturing the soft skin of the other woman, and Enumael slipped into her open mind to help her along.