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The Shalak Prayer is the most dangerous to a Warlock. Guard yourself well against the Priestesses. With this one spell, she will cleanse you of all the power you have gained. But not the price you have paid. Your soul will still belong to the Demon whose Pact you made.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Doug Allard

I captured the entire struggle on film. Sister Louise had somehow turned those women against Mary, and they had easily subdued the redhead. My gut roiled; this entire situation seemed on the verge of spiraling out of control. Someone was going to get hurt, and this could all blow back on me. I should call the police right now and report what I’m witnessing.

But what happens if Mark shows up? The police might become his puppets.

As much as I hated this, Sister Louise had to stop Mark. If Brandon was right, no one else could stop Mark short of putting a bullet in his head. And that wasn’t me. I knew my limits. I could kill a man in self-defense, but I could never do it in cold blood.

Mark’s Mustang drove up and he was followed by a Puyallup cop. My stomach sank. This is what I was afraid would happen. The cop exited her car naked, and followed after Mark like a lovesick puppy, joined by the young woman with pigtails. My stomach clenched.

“This is going to be bad,” I muttered.

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Mark Glassner

I dropped the duffel bag full of the money I stole in the foyer, and frowned. The house was quiet and dark save for a muffled cry. I headed towards the living room and my heart stopped. The ottoman was on its side, and all the crap on the coffee table lay scattered on the floor. Another muffled shout cut through the silence; the coffee table shook.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded as I swept into the living room.

Mary lay on the floor, handcuffed to the couch. Her face was swollen and tear stained, a pair of gray panties shoved into her mouth as a gag. Her blouse was pushed up, exposing her freckled breasts. I rushed to my fiancee’s side, passing Alison and Desiree. I didn’t care why Desiree held a bat.

I needed to free Mary.

I reached Mary, kneeling down and pulled out the gag.

“Behind you!” Mary gasped.

I turned. Desiree swung the bat at my head, her face oddly blank. I barely raised my left arm up in time. The bat connected with my forearm. I gasped as shooting pain burned through my left arm.

“Fuck!” I yelled, stumbling back into the couch. My left arm was numb. “Stop, Desiree!”

Desiree ignore me. What the fuck was happening? No one could ignore my commands. I sold my soul for that power.

Everything seemed to slow down as my blood howled through my veins. Desiree brought the bat around for another swing, while Alison wrestled Violet to the ground. Korina ran at me with a rolling pin raised as Chasity drew her sidearm, yelling something. I couldn’t understand my cop slut, my heart pumped too loud to hear anything. A strange woman walked calmly towards Chasity, naked and beautiful. Xiu tripped over the ottoman, her face a bloody mess, as she charge at me, and Fiona raced out from the kitchen.

What the fuck was going on?

Chasity’s gun barked loudly, overpowering the beating of my heart. My ears rang. Desiree fell backwards, blood arching from a hole in her chest.

Another loud crack and Korina reeled, clutching her shoulder.

I gaped in terror, struggling to understand what was going on. “Everyone put your weapons down and stop moving!”

Chasity, turning to aim her weapon at the strange woman advancing on her, dropped her gun immediately. The strange woman laughed and kept her saunter. She was also immune to my powers. I lunged over the back of the couch to grab her.

“Bitch,” I yelled as I swung my arms. My stomach hit the back of the couch, my hand reaching out for her. And I just missed her. The couch shook as I fell across it, and Mary screamed in pain; she was handcuffed to the couch.

The stranger reached Chasity, pulling her fingers from her pussy and drew something on Chasity’s forehead with her own cunt juices. The woman spoke some word. There was a flash of white light, and Chasity slumped to the floor like she had been knocked out. But her eyes were open.

“Chasity! Pick up your gun!” I shouted, pushing off the couch. “Or grab that woman.”

The stranger turned to face me, smiling broad. She appeared young, but her gray eyes were far older.

Pain exploded in the back of my head.

The room spun about me, and the floor flew up to hit me in the face. I rolled onto my back, struggling to think, to stand up, but my limbs didn’t want to obey me. Korina stood over me, her left arm bloody from the gunshot, a rolling pin clutched in her right hand.

What was she doing? I blinked, trying to think through the haze of pain. Fuck, the slut hit me. But, why would Korina hit me? Why would any of the sluts hit me?

The pain in my head became blinding, the lights in the room stabbed my eyes. The room spun about me. My stomach clenched and twisted. I wanted to retch.

The stranger walked over to me. How could she walk so easily with the room spinning like a top? She straddled my legs, sitting down on my thighs. Who was she? I tried to move my arms, but I couldn’t. My arms were pinned down beneath Xiu and Fiona, the sluts kneeling on my forearms. The strange woman undid my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it with her hands. I struggled to fight, but the pain in my head was almost overwhelming.

What the fuck was happening?

“I’m going to take away your powers, Mark,” the woman smiled.

Did I say my thoughts out loud? I didn’t think I had, but it was hard to think through the fuzzy pain. Maybe she could read minds?

She laughed. “No, mind reading isn’t one of the Gifts of the Spirit.” She firmly stroked my cock, and I was hardening for her. Her grip was soft and pleasant, the pleasure cutting through the pain.

“Who are you?” I asked, pretty sure I spoke aloud this time.

“I am Sister Louise Afra, sent by God to rid you of your powers and free your ‘sluts,’ as you call them, from your bondage!”

“What did you do to Mare?” I demanded. The memory of Mary handcuffed floated up through the pain.

“Oh, your little whore’s fine.”

“Don’t call her a whore!” I snarled, trying to move my arms, but I didn’t have the strength to resist the two girls sitting on them. Another wave of nausea swept over me.

Sister Louise rose up and straddled my waist, guiding my hard cock to her wet pussy, sliding slowly down my shaft. “Oh, that’s a nice cock,” Louise purred. “I’m going to enjoy exorcising you!”

“Get off of him!” Mary snarled. “Mark, honey, you can’t cum! Whatever she does, you got to fight it!”

Sister Louise started to slowly fuck me, the pleasure warring with the pain. “She’s right,” Sister Louise taunted. “When you cum, I’ll take the powers the Devil granted you. Every person you’ve dominated will be free. And they will remember what disgusting things you’ve made them perform. They’ll remember how you forced them to be your whores.”

“I won’t cum,” I protested, trying to think unsexy thoughts. It was a lie though; her cunt felt too good on my cock.

“Oh, you’ll cum. You’re a man. I bet you won’t resist even half as long as your Mary already has.” She leaned down, smiling wickedly, as she boasted, “I’m very skilled at fingering a woman, and she’s resisted admirably. But, once you’ve cum, I’ll get back to your precious Mary. We’ll see how long she’ll lasts this time. I bet she’s getting all wet and horny watching me ride your cock! She is a whore, after all.”

“Fuck you!” Mary yelled. “You’re going to pay bitch! You’re going to crawl before me and beg to be my whore!”

The pain in my head was slowly receding, and I began to regain control of my body. I struggled, trying to buck Louise off me, but that just made her cunt feel that much better on my cock. I tried to pull my arms out from beneath Fiona and Xiu as they sat on them. Fuck, I didn’t want to lose my powers.

Fear surged through me and I struggled harder. If I lost my powers, then I would be in a lot of trouble. Rape, bank robbery, kidnapping. I would be locked up for a long time, maybe for life. I would never get to see Mary again. I struggled harder. There was no way this bitch was going to win and take my Mary away!

“You’ve realized your fate,” Louise purred, delighting in my fear. “You know how many crimes you’ve committed. How many women you’ve raped. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison. And when you die, you’ll still go to hell. Your soul will still belong to the Devil!”

I struggled hard. Something sharp pressed against my thigh in my left pocket. It was the crystal the Devil gave me. This must be what the Devil foresaw. Hope surged through me. If I could just get the crystal, I would be saved.

Xiu sat on my left arm, but she was tiny and light. I gritted my teeth, focused every ounce of force I could, and heaved my arm. My arm hurt so badly, bruised from the bat, but I kept at it. I growled and my arm slipped an inch beneath her. I could do this. I had to hurry. My balls grew tight; I wasn’t going to last much longer. I focused all my fear and panic, gathered all that energy into my left arm, and pulled one more time, bellowing with a wordless roar.

Xiu slipped off my arm, falling onto her side. My arm was free.

I reached for my pocket, ignoring the pain. Sister Louise scrambled to grab my hand as I shoved it into my pocket. I grasped the gem and pulled it out, holding the red crystal up. Fear appeared in Louise’s eyes. She recognized the crystal. This was going to work.

I opened my mouth and bellowed, “Lilith, ap—”

The nun shoved her hand over my mouth, gagging me. I shoved my left fist against her stomach, struggling to push her off me. I ignored the pain of the crystal biting into my palm, drew back my fist, and punched the bitch in the stomach a second time.

“Get the crystal!” Louise coughed. “Do whatever you have to!”

Xiu recovered and grabbed my hand, trying to pry my fingers loose. Her fingernails clawed at my hand, leaving red scratches, but my fist was a steel vice. I bit at Louise hand covering my lips. My teeth found flesh, and I tasted blood.

“You will not speak,” she screamed through gritted teeth. Her hand pushed harder on my mouth.

Xiu stopped prying at my fists. She lowered her mouth and her teeth bit into my knuckles. The pain shot through my hand. My arm spasmed, and I shoved my fist hard into her face, knocking her back.

But my hurt finger relaxed, and the red gem tumbled from my hand.

I watched in horror as it sailed over Xiu’s head, landing behind her.

“No!” I screamed in frustration. My hope vanished. I was so close to cumming, and the crystal was gone.

Louise smiled in triumph. Her hips writhed, and the bitch rode me harder. She seemed to sense I was nearing my limits. I turned my head, struggling to see Mary but Xiu was in the way. All I could see were her feet frantically kicking.

All I wanted was to be with Mary. And it was all about to be taken away from me.

My balls tightened. The tip of my cock ached.

It was over. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

“Lilith, appear before me!” a woman shouted.

A loud crack resounded and scarlet light flooded the room. Materializing out of the shadows was an inhumanly beautiful woman. She stood behind Sister Louise, her eyes glowed violet, her red lips grinned with a predatory smile. and her long hair shimmered silver. A tight, blood-red dress clung translucent to her lush body. All of her stunning curves, her hard nipples, and the bush of hair covering her cunt were visible through the fabric.

The woman was lust personified.

She was Lilith, the Succubus, the Mother of Monsters.

I bit my lip. Lust crackled through the air, rippling out from the demoness in waves of desire. Crap. I was going to cum. I really couldn’t hold out any longer. Not with this sexy bombshell appearing before me.

“What do you command, my Mistress?” Lilith purred, bowing towards Mary.

“Stop the nun! Stop her powers!” howled Mary in desperation. “Save Mark!”

“As you will it, so shall it be done!”

Lilith grabbed Sister Louise and pulled her off my cock as cum spurted out, splashing onto my chest and belly. Xiu and Fiona rushed Lilith as Louise screamed in terror. The demoness merely brushed her fingertips across first Fiona and then Xiu’s cheeks, and they fell to the ground, writhing in orgasms. Lilith hiked up her dress, exposing a silvery bush, matted with fluids, and pulled Sister Louise face towards her cunt.

“No!” Louise protested, struggling in the demoness’s grip. “Please, Lord! Save your faithful servant!”

“He’s not here,” Lilith purred, shoving Louise’s face into her groin. The demoness writhed her hips, rubbing her pussy across the nun’s face. “And there’s nothing better than a Priestess eating your cunt out!”

I climbed to my feet, struggling to think as desire surged through the room. Lilith had let go of Louise. The nun now gripped Lilith’s perfect ass as she ate the demoness’s cunt. Sister Louise was lost to the same tide of lust that threatened to overwhelm me. The nun was no longer capable of resisting.

I fought my lust down. Mary was still handcuffed, and Desiree and Korina lay on the floor bleeding from their gunshots. I stumbled towards Chasity. I didn’t have time to put my cock away, just grabbed my pants with one hand to hold them up.

Chasity was still in a daze from whatever Louise had done to her, slumped on the floor. I grabbed her shoulders, shaking her. “Chasity, where’s your handcuff keys?”

“Wh-what?” Chasity asked sleepily.

“Your handcuff keys?” I shouted and slapped her across the face.

Chasity blinked, rubbing her eyes, and awareness flooded back into her face. “Sorry, sir,” she said and fumbled with her utility belt, pulling out a set of keys.

“Call for an ambulance,” I ordered. “We have people shot. And when Lilith is finished with Louise, handcuff her!”

“Right away, sir!” Chasity reached for the radio hanging on her gunbelt and began calling for medics while I raced back across the room, passing Lilith.

The demoness still writhed on Louise’s face. As I passed Lilith, her arm brushed my hip—pleasure shot through my body. I fell to my knees as I came, spurting cum across the carpet.

I crawled the last few feet to Mary, and fumbled with the handcuffs before I released her right wrist. The flesh beneath the cuff was raw and bloody from her struggles. Fresh anger surged through me. This fucking bitch was going to suffer for hurting my fiancee!

Mary threw her arms around me, not waiting for me to unlock the handcuff from her left wrist, and hugged me tight. “Oh, Mark!” Tears streamed from her eyes. “I was so scared!”

“Me too,” I whispered, and I realized I was crying to as I crushed my filly to my chest. “You saved us.”

Lilith’s orgasm swept through the room, hitting me, hitting everyone like a brick wall. Mary shuddered in my arms as a climax rippled through her body. My cock, trapped between us, sprayed cum on our bellies. Chasity fell to the ground, gripping her stomach and moaning in pleasure, and Alison and Violet writhed together in a mess of limbs.

“Oh, no!” someone shouted in horror as the wave of lust dissipated. “Master, it’s Desiree!”

Mary relaxed her hold on me, craning to look at Desiree. Alison raced to the Latina slut and placed her hands over Desiree’s chest. Blood soaked the front of Desiree’s maid outfit. “Please don’t die!” Alison cried, blood spurting around her fingers. “I need you, Desiree! Your Sirenita needs you.”

Fuck, Desiree was bleeding badly. Mary and I moved to her side, kneeling on either side of her. She was still breathing, but only shallow breaths, and her face had a pale sheen about it.

“So much blood,” Mary whispered to herself.

“Hang on, Desiree!” I shouted. “You gotta hang on! 911’s on the way.”

“She’s dying!” Alison wailed. “Don’t die, Desiree! Please!”

“Stay with us, Desiree,” I pleaded, clutching a limp hand. “You cannot die! You’re my slut! You don’t have permission to die!”

“Can you save her, Lilith?” Mary asked, fearful and timid.

Lilith shoved Louise from her cunt, the nun falling onto her back in a daze, her face drenched in Lilith’s pussy juices. Chasity moved to Louise and began to handcuff the woman. “I can save her,” Lilith purred. “It will cost one of your two boons remaining, Mistress.”

“Boons?” Mary asked, confused.

“When you summoned me, we entered into a contract,” Lilith explained. “Three boons are owed to you. The first was used in stopping the nun.” Lilith smiled wickedly. “Her powers are broken now. She has been tainted by my demonic fluids. Two more boons are still owed you.”

“Then save her!” begged Mary. “She’s our slut!”

“As you command, Mistress!”

Lilith bent over the unconscious Desiree and placed her lips upon the slut’s, kissing her sensuously. Desiree’s body convulsed and quivered—she was orgasming. Red light engulfed her, bleeding crimson across the room.

I held my breath, clutching Mary.

The light faded. Color had returned to Desiree’s nut-brown skin, and the blood had stopped spurting from her breast. Lilith pulled her lips away, and Desiree gasped and shuddered, dark eyes opening, licking her lips.

“I’m so sorry, Master,” Desiree wailed and flung her arms around me. “I didn’t want to hit you, but I couldn’t stop myself!”

Alison flung her arms around Mary, weeping hard. Fiona and Xiu crawled towards us, heads hung down in shame. Korina, clutching her wounded arm, joined them. “Forgive us, Master, Mistress,” Fiona wept.

“There’s nothing to forgive,” I answered, hugging Desiree back. “That bitch controlled you, and she’s going to pay for all the hurt she caused!”

I caught Mary’s gaze and saw the same burning hatred I felt blazing in her eyes. “Oh, she will sufferer!” Mary hissed as she hugged Alison fiercely. “She will crawl on her knees and beg for my mercy!”

Epilogue

The foolish Sister Cuntrag’s misguided attack on the Living Gods had dire consequences. The nun unleashed Lilith as a final act of petty vengeance. Behind the false piety of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene, beat foul hearts. None of their sordid order cared about the harm their actions caused by freeing the Mother of Monsters to stalk the world again.

—The Gospel of April 11:45-46

Mother Superior Maryām – Rennes-le-Château, France

A cup of tea in hand, I walked down the steep stairs that laid to the Moutherhouse’s basement. A reek of moldy cardboard filled my nose, and I held my tea cup up, breathing in the spicy, warm scent as I crossed the room. The skirt of my nun’s habit swished around my legs, joining the pad of my skippered feet on the stone floor. I had been dead asleep when I felt the trauma of Sister Louise losing her gift.

Another one of my Priestesses had fallen.

Year after year, century after century, more and more of my Priestesses died fighting the Darkness, their Gifts forever lost. There were so few left, and the Warlocks seemed to be springing up like mushrooms upon the dung heap. The Adversary was moving; I had glimpsed his plans gazing into the future. The time of prophecy was almost upon us.

At the far end of the basement was a metal door stamped with ancient Hebrew script, prayers against the Adversary. The door, set in the walls, was made of the same iron, stamped with the same prayers. A Matmown. A Hidden Place. No entity could spy upon the inside of a Matmown. In here, the Adversary was blind to my actions.

The door clanged shut, sealing me in.

I sat before a simple table, taking a sip of my tea, and waited for Gabriel. I did not have to wait long for the Archangel to touch me with his Ecstasy. Unseen hands reached through my habit, touching my bare flesh beneath. Pleasure rushed through me, leaving me quivering. I gasped aloud as the first orgasm coursed through me.

My mind was drowned in hot, sharp bliss.

“Oh, Gabriel,” I moaned in my native tongue, not the French I spoke these days. His hands slid up to my breasts, and pinched my nipples. Even after all these centuries, his touch still excited me as much as the first time.

Every last Nun was his lover, and we all ached for his touch.

“I need you,” I gasped.

His lips found mine, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth, claiming me. His hands stroked my flesh, bringing rapture to my heaving bosom, before sliding down to my thighs. I spread my legs for him, surrendering to his desire. I gasped into his mouth as his girth entered me. His thrusts were slow, but powerful, stirring my passions up inside me. I writhed in the chair, humping back, eager for all these sensations.

“Lilith has been summoned,” he whispered in my ear.

“Then this Warlock is the Instrument?” I asked.

“Yes.”

Another orgasm ripped through me; my toes curled, and my gray veil slipped off my head as I moaned and thrashed beneath my Angelic lover. Pleasure crashed through me, suffusing all my nerves. I hugged his unseen flesh, humping faster, eager for another orgasm.

“Sister Louise has lost her gift!” I moaned.

“Lilith has corrupted her. She shall be the Vessel now.”

Such wonderful pleasure coursed through me, drowning out my sorrow for Sister Louise’s fate.

“What is our next…oh, yes…step?” I moaned.

“Sister Theodora will have to stop them,” Gabriel whispered.

“But…” I objected; his lips silenced me with a kiss.

Another glorious, mind-numbing orgasm shattered through me, leaving my body a quivering pile of jelly beneath Gabriel.

“Sister Theodora will be taught the old ways,” Gabriel continued. “Now that Lilith is on the field, Mark will be protected from our traditional tools.”

“Yes!” I moaned. “But…I sense something deeper in the Adversary’s plans.”

“That doesn’t matter. Sister Theodora will defeat them, even if she has to use extreme measures.”

I shuddered; it had been nearly two hundred years since those measures had been used. “I worry that we are playing into Lucifer’s hands.”

Gabriel laughed. “Do you think my brother can trick me?”

“I…”

Another orgasm silenced my objection. How could I think with such ecstasy pumping through my veins? Gabriel fucked me harder, and all the doubts and fears about the Adversary’s plans flew out of my head. I only cared about the wonderful, angelic cock reaming my pussy and giving me such delights.

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Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 – Brandon Fitzsimmons – SeaTac, WA

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The damned alarm clock incessant noise pierced the fog of my hangover. “Turn off the alarm, Desiree,” I moaned, and it was a moment before I remembered. Mark Glassner had stolen my wife, and my home, from me. I was lying in my hotel room at the SeaTac Hilton exiled by that bastard.

I waited for word from Sister Louise that she had freed my beautiful desert rose.

My head pounded, and I slapped the alarm clock, silencing its annoying beeps. I groggily rose and stumbled into the shower. After the warm shower and pair of extra strength Tylenols, I was beginning to feel alive again. Ever since Louise had freed me from that fucking bastard’s control on Sunday, I had become a ball of tense, nervous energy. I had spent my entire life taking charge, grasping my own destiny with my bare hands. And now I had to wait while some nun fixes my life.

God, I needed to fuck a whore.

Instead or ordering another escort, I turned on the news. The news report was almost a distraction to my thoughts as I dressed. Never in my life had I ever felt this helpless. Not even when that cunt of a first wife cheated on me. My hand trembled as the despair threatened to over turn me.

“Come on, Brandon,” I hissed. “You are a stronger man than this. Pull yourself together.”

Through sheer will, I tried to stop the trembling in my hand.

“…quite neighborhood off Shaw Road in Puyallup.”

I frowned, turning to TV, forgetting all about my helplessness. My house was just off Shaw Road. Fear groping my heart, I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

“The homeowner, Desiree Fitzsimmons, and her boyfriend were attacked by a home invader,” the reporter—the crawl on the bottom of the screen identified her as Jessica St. Pierre—said, her dusky face animated as she talked.

I blinked, more fear gripping me. She stood just down the street from my house. Police cars filled the streets, painting the neighborhood in strobing blue and red lights. They were parked in front of my house.

“Only one woman was seriously injured, a friend of Desiree, who was taken to Good Sam Hospital for treatment. A woman, identified as a Louise Afra, has been detained by the Police for questioning.”

The nun failed. My heart sank.

That bastard Mark had come out on top. My palms hurt, and it was a moment before I realized how tight my fist was clenched. I opened my hand and saw bloody gouges from my fingernails. Fuck, I couldn’t take this. I needed to be in control. I was going mad just sitting here. I looked in the mirror. I am Brandon Fitzsimmons. I had worked my way up from nothing. I had never let anything stand in my way before. It was time I stopped being helpless and stopped relaying on others. It was time that I once again seized my own destiny.

“Mark Glassner, I will get my wife back!” I growled at the mirror. “I will inflict so much pain, so much suffering, on you! I’ll take your woman from you and fuck her before your eyes and make her moan and pant and tell you how much better my cock feels! I’ll watch the humiliation in your eyes as she cums on my dick like a bitch in heat!”

No fucking power in Heaven or Hell will stop me!

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Sister Theodora Mariam – Los Angeles

“A woman, identified by police as Louise Afra, was arrested for investigation of robbery and attempted murder,” the website read.

I still was in disbelief at reading that. For the last hour, I had been sitting at my computer staring at the screen. Stunned. How could this be? She was the best nun I knew. She had taught me every trick to stop a Warlock.

Please let Sister Louise be fine, if it is your will, O Lord! I silently prayed.

Ever since I saw the news report about the orgy that happened in a Buy Best up in Washington State, I knew a Warlock operated in the area. Since then, I had been visiting the Tacoma News Tribune and Seattle Times websites every morning, looking for any more news. There were reports of public sex on a tourist boat, and a wild party that unexpectedly shut down the Space Needle and left thousands in damages. Four women went missing in Seattle, three from the Space Needle and one from a hotel Mark Glassner stayed out.

Sister Louise had been confident yesterday when we spoke. But she had failed.

The thought sent a tremor of fear down my spine. Sister Louise had freed me from Thralldom to a Warlock thirteen years ago. She was there when I took my vows, set aside my old name, and became Sister Theodora Mariam. And now she was arrested for attempted murder.

What had gone wrong? No one was better at fighting a Warlock than Sister Louise. Fear for my friend gripped my stomach.

There was a polite rap on my door, startling me. I stood, brushing my gray habit smooth and grabbed my white veil, draping it over my head. I breathed deeply, calming myself, before I opened the door.

“Hola, Sister Theodora,” Esmeralda—a seventy-one year old Hispanic parishioner of St. Afra, the Church I was the caretaker for—greeted me. She gave me a toothless smile, warm and friendly.

“Hola, Esmeralda,” I greeted back. I realized I had forgotten to unlock the church so Esmeralda and her prayer group could use the fellowship hall. “Sorry, I just received some bad news.”

“It’s alright, Sister,” Esmeralda answered, patting my arm warmly. “Is it serious?”

“I’m afraid so,” I answered, stepping out into the morning heat. 8 AM and it was already this hot, I shuddered to think how hot it would be this afternoon. LA was turning into quite a trial. “I may have to leave town to attend to it.”

“Of course, of course,” Esmeralda said, gripping my arm as we walked slowly towards the fellowship hall.

Another Hispanic woman, Rosenda, waited at the door to the fellowship hall. Rosenda, greeted me with a friendly kiss on my cheek. I reached into the pocket of my habit for the ring of keys. They jangled as I pulled them out, and I unlocked the fellowship hall. I held the door open for the two ladies. I flipped the light switch.

The florescent lights flickered a few times before humming steadily, bathing the table-filled room in soft light. I took a single step in when the Ecstasy came upon me.

A hand, unseen, reached through my habit as if I did not exist to caress my back. The invisible fingers sent tingles of pleasure throughout my body and a soft moan escaped my lips. The hand of the Archangel Gabriel traced my spine and his soft lips kissed at my neck, my shoulders. His every touch was burning pleasure on my flesh. My knees grew weak, and I grabbed a chair for support.

“Are you okay, Sister Theodora?” Rosenda asked.

“I’m fine,” I gasped as Gabriel’s hand was gently squeezing my ass while his other hand slid across my waist and up to my breast. “I just need to use…” I bit my lip as Gabriel fingers gently pinched my nipple, the pleasure so intense that it was hard to think. “Please,” I begged with a quiet whisper, “not yet! Not in front of others.”

Gabriel didn’t care, his hands continued to roam my body, leaving trails of fiery lust. One hand slid around my waist, down into my groin and found my pussy wet and hot, aching for his touch. My body shuddered, and I clenched the back of the chair as an orgasm ripped through me. Then his fiery fingers found my hard clitoris.

I had to make it to somewhere private before I lost all control in front of these women.

Esmeralda and Rosenda looked at me, eyes wide with concern. “I just need…oh…the bathroom,” I panted through clenched teeth.

I stumbled towards the ladies room, opening the door as Gabriel’s cock entered my pussy. His girth stretched my sheath, the tip of his dick reaching all the way to my womb. I fumbled with the lock, then collapsed to the cold, tile floor as Gabriel’s dick plunged hard and fast. The pleasure was so intense, far greater than any mortal lover could excite from my body. The rapture threatened to overwhelm me. I was about to be swept off into insensibility.

But, before the pleasure drowned my senses entirely, a thought rose up from the back of my mind—Sister Louise would be avenged. I would defeat Mark Glassner and end his vileness.

And then I was lost in a sea pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rippled throughout my body.

To be continued…

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