Feature Writer: Harry Lime
Feature Title: THE SINS OF THE SLEEPWALKING NUN 3
Published: 07.12.2018 / Copyright© 2017 by harry lime
Story Codes: Religious, Nuns, MF, FF, Hypnosis, Bi, Incest, Anal
Synopsis: She had already taken her vows and she promised to be a good girl but when she was in one of her sleepwalking trances she had no idea what she was going to do.
The Sins of the Sleepwalking Nun 3
When the strange Gypsy father and son team of traveling fun seekers visited the convent the following month, they found the sleepwalking nun almost in the same place by the bus stop waiting for some innocent male nocturnal passerby to take advantage of her trance-like state to guide her into a satisfying carnal landing.
They did a perfect encore of threesome copulation with a familiarity that thrilled the sleepwalking nun right down to the depths of her demanding feminine core.
This time the convent organizers became acquainted with her affliction and it was decided that the convent and the sleepwalking nun would part company for the good of the reputation of the order.
Rebecca sensed that her sleepwalking problem might be more trouble than she had originally suspected and she would have to get it cured in order to function as a normal acting person accepted by society as suitable for inclusion.
The Gypsies offered to take her with them as backup for their entertainment show of magic and other tricks. The younger son spent endless hours with her showing her the ins and outs of picking pockets and distracting easy marks with her winsome ways with a small display of bare skin to confuse them about the exact location of their purse in pursuit of female flesh close at hand and generally conducive to handling with the touch of discretion.
She was ready to do just that when the butcher’s wife advised her to go to Doctor Handel in the “Old City” and take his sessions of hypnotic curing that drove away a multitude of sicknesses of the mind like sleepwalking or peeing without shame right out in public. Of course, Rebecca didn’t have the peeing problem, but her sleepwalking had become quite dangerous to her well-being and it had already cost her a life of sustained moderation behind cloistered walls.
Doctor Handel was an older gentleman and he wore the most outrageous spectacles she had ever seen in her whole life. They sat almost on the end of his nose and she wondered if they would fall off if he was humping one of his patients in private like some of the so-called healers that considered a patient their property whilst under their care and control.
She explained her problem and he sat her down on a stool and swung a golden watch in front of her face for some length of time and she thought it was funny and would never work on her agile mind.
Sometime later, she woke up with her skirts up and her slit leaking Doctor Handel’s liquid essence as proof positive that the hypnosis worked quite well despite her conviction she was totally immune.
He had implanted a system of checks and balances in her mind that precluded the inclination to walk in her sleep and it worked like a charm until that sultry autumn night when she had an itch between her legs that could not be denied.
There were some that to this day speculate that the sleepwalking nun was not at all in a comatose state on that night when she was exposed as a fornicator and an adulterer in front of an entire congregation of the faithful.
No amount of contrition or pleas for consideration fell on hearing ears in the aftermath of indignation at the fully religiously costumed nun copulating in public with the rowdy elements of society. Especially, with that scum of humanity that had absolutely no respect for the sanctity of proper conduct between religious folk and civilians in a public place. Sister Rebecca was in violation of the laws of the church and the passed-down Commandments of God in matters of adherence to the carefully stated rules of no carnal activities whilst under the vow of chastity.
The price she had to pay was banishment from the Order of her calling and cessation of all rights to the partaking of Communion and excommunication from the grace of God in reconciliation and total cutting off of any chance of redemption without some sort of softening of the rules from Rome itself. That was a possibility that was almost a non-starter because of her negative perceptions from the church-going populace.
Rebecca had to change her hair style, her manner of dress and her name in order to stay out of the public eye eager to give her all the penance she so richly deserved.
Of course, a lot of the punishment was somewhat counter to both the teachings of God through his Son, Jesus Christ and even the stated rules of the clergy handed down from the Vatican itself.
Even the dodgy Doctor Handel was fearful of being associated with her name and reputation for fear that her notoriety would somehow rub off on his name and ruin his business as a consultant for special matters.
He reversed his hypnotic interference in her conscious state and she was once again her normal abnormal self and ready to make her own mistakes with free will and the urges of a nubile female in search of what makes the world go round.
Sometimes, she would give her true identity away in the market by mumbling her prayers under her breath either in English or in Latin according to the state of her conscious thought.
She had solved her sleepwalking problem by the use of a locked chain around her waist anchored securely to the bedpost. It prevented her from wandering and searching for male equipment to ease her need for release in the midnight hours.
One of her married male neighbors became aware of her nocturnal problem and he took it upon himself to use her naked body for his gratification whilst she was in her fugue state of mind that left no memory for future guilt. The poor man was afflicted with a bitter tongued spouse and several demanding offspring that were slowly deconstructing his self-esteem in drips and drabs of Chinese water torture. His expeditions through the tulips with the here-but-not-here Rebecca helped to slow his disintegration into the invisible man unseen and unremembered by none except his mother soon to expire without a word of solace to her absent son.
Rebecca often wondered why the not-so-handsome neighbor sometimes smiled at her in a strange way like they were co-conspirators of some great unspoken secret and she was far too troubled by her own thoughts to ask him why he was smiling so happily. It was the perfect union of similar souls and he had no intention of ever doing anything to rock the boat of his sinful joy.
Then, without any explanation at all, the affliction was lifted from Rebecca’s shoulders and she was able to consider her lack of proper behavior in the past. She looked at the guilt in her neighbor’s eyes and she felt pity for him because she knew their affair was at an end.
Her only remaining option was to move to a quiet country village and take up service in a large estate with a number of growing male offspring that required some special tutoring on the ways of women without overt reference to the need.
The estate supervisor rotated Rebecca between the sons and the inner sanctum of his own lonely bed chamber to ease the pain of darkness in the midnight hours. She slowly instructed each male offspring in the ways of the world and showed them the proper routes to a woman’s heart.
There were three of them in total.
They were like the three musketeers of French legend.
She tested the stamina of each and found them to be quite different and she constantly tried her best to discover the reason for their variations on the consummate act of love.
Eventually, she gave up trying because she had resolved that the differences were to her liking and there was no reason to attempt to change those things that seemed to work when they were not broken.
She went to church on Sunday and she was never recognized and that was quite all right with her because she wanted an opportunity to blend into the civilian world and be one of the unschooled and faceless masses that were there in the background and were not noticed with any degree of interest in their purpose in life or the nature of their cares or woes.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE