The Man Of Sin: Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 5

... underwear and it was being called every minute. This continuous tickle was driving her crazy, making her wish she could touch herself and break that orgasmic threshold. Every time she tried, her silk panties would become like steel, keeping her fingers out as if she were wearing a chastity belt. The stimulation was torturous, too strong for her to simply ignore, but too weak to trigger the orgasm she so desperately wanted. -----‘I’d give my right hand to be able to masturbate right now. Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me?!’ -----“So what do you think is going to happen when Sister Olivia shows up?” -----Helena perked up, turning to Sophie. -----“What?” -----“You didn’t go to detention last night. She’ll probably burst in like the Four Horsemen and behead you with a flaming sword.” -----A flare of spiteful anger allowed Helena to regain her composure. -----“Well unless she tells me that I’ve actually been expelled, I don’t care about what she has to say. I’m done being afraid of her.” -----“You sound like Xavier,” said one of her friends. -----The words sent a bolt of electricity up her spine. Sophie began to giggle. -----“Yeah, you really do. Lord, forgive my sinful feelings, but when he jumped between you two and broke her ruler, it was one of the coolest things I had ever seen. I could have almost fallen for him.” -----The other girls all squealed and laughed, but Helena had to contain her look of disbelief and terror. She had seen Xavier rape Sophie for hours on end, ...

... and even if her memories had been erased, to hear her say such a thing about Xavier made her want to throw up. But as it had again and again, the memory of him shielding her from Sister Olivia flashed through her mind, and for the rest of breakfast, she couldn’t get it out. -----Helena sat at her desk, waiting for the first class to start. Everyone was anxious, unsure of what would happen when Sister Olivia would arrive. Neither Helena nor Xavier had attended detention the night before, both because they weren’t sure they still had it and as a sign of protest if they did. The door opened and the nun stepped inside, looking far more tired than usual. She avoided looking at the class and simply began writing at the bored. Helena’s tension increased, almost wishing that whatever was going to happen would just happen already. But the class progressed without any incidents. Not once did Sister Olivia raise her voice, scold anyone, or even look at the class. What was with her? Was she so angry that she had actually snapped? Or was there some other reason for her behavior? -----Ten hours earlier: -----Olivia looked around, wondering whether or not she was dreaming. She was standing in the university church, but she couldn’t remember how she had gotten there. She remembered going to bed, she was even wearing her nightgown. The look of the church… was different from what it would usually be. All the candles were lit, but instead of the beautiful light they usually cast, they instead ...