“Nope.” I smiled at her. “Not at all.”
We dressed in comfortable silence, changing the lingerie for our everyday clothes. I frowned when I picked up the lace panty from the floor where Clara had dropped it. The garment was torn, and soiled to boot with my juices coating the crotch.
“Don’t worry about that,” said my friend, catching how I was looking at it. She had already covered up completely and was in the act of doing up her fly. “They won’t mind so much when we clear out half their stock.”
“What?”
“I want to see you in everything they’ve got,” said Clara, matter-of-factly. “I’d also like to fuck you in everything they’ve got, but that can come later.”
“Thank God for midyear bonuses,” I replied, smiling. With that incentive, I was prepared to break the bank.
Exorcising Lust
by Harriet Lovelace
Themes: paranormal; Catholic
“Oh thank you, thank you, gracias, come in.” The woman babbled in a mix of Spanish and English as she shepherded Father Luiz and the two accompanying nuns, Sisters Anna and Irene, into her double-wide trailer. The story spilled out of her in a torrent of rushed words, like white water gushing over the jagged points of her teeth. Luiz cast a sidelong look at Anna on his right, silently gesturing for her to comfort the older woman. She quickly sprung forward, wrapping her thin arm around the older woman’s much broader shoulders, guiding her towards the kitchen.
“Where’s Maria?” Luiz asked.
“The back room.” Her chest collapsed and fear was a bitter, yellow stain in the air. Anna poured her a glass of water and helped her sit in the nearest chair. She refused the glass, but Anna persisted, pushing it in her hands, and then pushing her hands up to her mouth, forcing her to drink. In that brief silence, they heard the girl in the back room. Growling.
“Tell her she’s not to disturb us,” Luiz whispered urgently. “Make sure she understands.”
The woman could clearly understand English, but she gave absolutely no sign of hearing the priest. Anna bent her head and took the abuela by her shoulders, looking her straight in the eye and holding her with gentle authority.
“You must stay out of the bedroom,” she repeated slowly, in Spanish. “We’ve done this many times, but you may put yourself or your granddaughter at risk. No matter what you hear…” And Anna didn’t think it could be any worse than the tortured-wild-animal sounds coming from behind the closed door. “You must stay in the kitchen.” She pressed her own rosary into the grandmother’s wrinkled, sunbaked palms. “You must pray.”
She nodded, hunching over the rosary, twining the beads around her knuckles as she appealed to the Mother of God to save her only grandchild. The only family she had left in the world. Nearly all the residents of the trailer park were Luiz’s parishioners, and many of them paid him visits and called his home, reporting that Maria, the beautiful young woman who had just returned from college a month before, was behaving strangely.
Luiz knew the girl well. The small town in northern Arizona had been economically depressed for too long, and most of the young men and women there dropped out of school, married young, and set about the drudgery of a life in poverty with grim, if resigned, resolution. But Maria had always been different. Raised by her abuela from the age of six, she cherished books, studied voraciously, and constantly spoke of her plans for university and beyond. He’d done what he could to nurture her curiosity and her intelligence, providing books when she read through the small town’s entire library, giving her money when she left for the University of Arizona, sending her small gifts of necessary items throughout the months she was away.
When word spread of inhuman howling, of her grandmother’s undeniable fear, and the strange and alarming smells wafting from the trailer, Luiz knew he had to investigate. He hadn’t been looking for evidence of demonic possession. He had done his very best to counter that theory, running test after test on the writhing, screaming girl. Girl…it didn’t seem like there was a girl left in that body. She was too pale, too animalistic and twisted. She contorted herself, dropped her jaw open like a python snake, hissed and rattled and shook, her tawny skin glistening in the late afternoon light, her hair a wild crown of damp curls.
Luiz knew he was damned forever more when he looked at the grotesque creature wearing Maria’s skin and still saw her the same as he always saw her—young, fresh, beautiful, nubile. His. In his heart, and in his fantasies, she belonged to him, even if he never formally staked his claim. And now some demon held her against her will, but Luiz would not accept that, could not tolerate it. Even though he’d never performed an exorcism before—didn’t even know of anybody who had, he was determined to see one performed on the young Maria.
Since word of an exorcism in the twenty-first century could not only embarrass the Catholic church but earn him severe censure and sanctions, he told nobody except the two nuns he worked most closely with and trusted without reservation, Sisters Anna and Irene. They were good, loyal women with spotless characters, and he knew he could trust them with this delicate situation. They waited until after midnight to drive across town, and Luiz could only hope that nobody saw them slip into the trailer.
Luiz waited at the door until Anna returned to his side. She carried a messenger bag slung over one arm, the canvas bag heavy with supplies. Irene’s hands were empty, and her head was bare. She was only a novice. Perhaps too young and inexperienced for a rite as intense as exorcism. But she had a calming effect on the environment, a soothing presence as though the spirit of God radiated from the core of her being. Her large, black eyes were luminous, the dark pools as tranquil as a moonless night. She lifted her gaze to meet Luiz’s, and he was proud to note that there was no fear in her eyes. Though, more than ever, it sounded like they were standing directly on Satan’s own doorstep.
“Don’t stop praying,” Luiz instructed, his hand hovering over the doorknob. Heat radiated from the metal, the air actually wavering in front of him. He gritted his teeth and gripped the knob, but it refused to budge. He tried again, but it was completely sealed in place, melted and swollen from the heat. He took a deep breath and stepped back, bringing his foot up to kick through the thin particle wood door. The shock reverberated up his leg, and his foot broke through to the broiling bedroom. The sound from inside suddenly changed, shifting from a growl into a laugh.
A very amused, decidedly undemonic laugh.
Luiz broke through the busted wood, clearing the way for the two nuns to pass. The young woman on the bed laughed again as they entered—a sweet, but husky sound laced with genuine amusement. Despite the surreal quality of the situation, Luiz found himself smiling in response.
“Father Luiz, what are you doing breaking down an innocent girl’s door? People hear about that, they might get the wrong impression.”
She cocked her head, embodying perfect innocence while looking like a thoroughly ravaged slut. Her hair was tousled and hanging in her face and over her bare shoulders. Her bronzed skin was slick with sweat, shimmering like an impossible mirage in the sweltering heat of the bedroom. A sheet hardly hinted at covering her full breasts, draping over her lithe body just enough to cling to her curves. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath the sheet.
“Hello, Maria.” He was surprised by how evenly he held his voice. “I apologize for that, but the door was stuck. It’s very hot in here. Perhaps you would enjoy a bit of fresh air?”
He moved toward the window, expecting her to protest, but she didn’t make a sound or hinder him at all. His assistants watched from the door as he pressed the hooks down, releasing the runner. The levers moved easily enough, but the window itself wouldn’t budge. It wa as stuck as the door. He turned his body, looked toward the bed, and slammed his elbow through the pane. His cassock protected him from the splintered shards, and over the jittery tinkle of broken glass, he heard her broken laugh.
“Oh, padre, what a brute you are. Have you come to spank me? Teach me how
to be a good little girl?” She rose to her knees, letting the sheet slip further down her chest. Only a small triangle clung to her skin, gently draping over her erect nipples.
“I’ve come to help you.” Thank the Lord, he still sounded calm. That itself was a miracle. His heart was pounding, the pulse at his temple and his wrist popping, throbbing. His hair was slick, his clothes heavy with moisture. He couldn’t look away from Maria. And even if he had that ability, he wouldn’t look at Irene and Anna, both as pure as Maria was corrupted.
“Do you think me corrupted, Father?”
He jerked with surprise to hear his own thoughts reflected. She bit her lip with a devilish grin…a knowing grin.
“I’m not, you know. I’m just not the same girl I used to be. You remember that little girl, don’t you Father? The one who didn’t understand what all those sly, little touches meant. The one who never pulled away from those long hugs. She didn’t know what it meant.” Maria leaned forward, the sheet falling away completely. “But I do.”
Something sat hot and heavy in his midsection, like a stone pulling his stomach down to his balls. It was the force of his arousal, forcing more and more blood to his dick. Being near her the past two years, since the night of her eighteenth birthday party, always made his blood pump a little faster. Yes, there had been urges…he had witnessed things that he honestly wished he’d never seen. Moments, flashes of skin, familiar but still unfamiliar gestures, motions. Maria caught in the embrace of a boy her own age, a tall, well-muscled youth named Billy. After that, maybe he did indulge in inappropriately lengthy hugs. But that was all. He never crossed any lines.
“Maria, it appears as though you’re quite…ill. Please allow us to help you.”
“Help with what?” She flung her head back and laughed, a rich, throaty laugh. “I believe you have it backwards, padre. It is I who will help you.”
“I do not need the help of a…” He stopped himself, not quite ready to make that accusation out loud.
“Of a what?” She purred the question, a challenge in her eyes.
Luiz crossed to the bed and yanked the sheet up, pulling it over the girl and then quickly backing away. He didn’t want to risk touching her. She twisted away from the cloth, but Sister Irene stood at the ready, draping a light robe over the girl’s shoulders with much more courage than Luiz himself showed.
Maria’s head instantly pivoted, her eyes scanning Irene’s smaller form from head to toe and back again. Luiz froze, prepared to launch himself between the two women if necessary, more than ready to use his body as a shield from the demon’s power. But the tension drained from Maria’s shoulders, and she stared up at Irene’s solemn face with a curious expression.
“Does the sight of my body offend you?”
“No,” Irene answered calmly.
“Do you wish to protect my modesty?” The overly polite words sounded like a mockery…but Luiz didn’t know who the joke was on.
“I know Maria well. She would wish to retain her modesty.”
“You don’t know her as well as you think you do, Sister.” She rolled her head to her shoulder, meeting Luiz’s eyes. “Do you want to tell her or shall I?”
Luiz’s pulse jumped, but he didn’t visibly react to the pointed question. “Tell her what?”
“About what a little slut our girl is. How she likes to climb on top of the boys with the big dicks…” Her hand drifted down her body as she spoke, slipping delicately between her slick thighs. The smell of her pussy carried in the heated room, licking at his senses and then completely invading his head. She plunged her fingers inside her hole and began undulating her hips, her other hand holding the hair away from her face. “She climbs on, and she rides for hours and hours.”
Sister Anna gasped at the display, but Irene was stony-faced and Luiz’s mouth was so dry, he couldn’t make a single sound. It felt like an eternity passed before either of them moved—an eternity filled with the sight of Maria’s glistening pussy, the smell so heavy it sat on the back of his tongue, and the steady, relentless sound of her fingers pushing through tight, wet flesh.
“Stop that this instant.”
Maria moved so fast her hands were a blur. In the next second, she had Irene flat on the bed, one palm against her throat, the other forming a fist in the novice’s honey-brown hair. Maria looked more like a jungle cat, all lithe sinews and poised aggression, than a girl, and Irene was completely immobile, no doubt paralyzed by fear. Luiz was frozen, too, but it had very little to do with fear.
Sister Irene was there at his request, and she was his full responsibility in every sense of the word. But his earlier conviction was forgotten, the noble impulse to be a human shield dissipating in the blink of an eye. She dropped her head, her nostrils flaring as she moved her face along Irene’s sharp jawline.
“You brought me an actual virgin.” Her tongue darted out and back like the flicker of a snake’s. “She tastes good, too.”
Revulsion should have filled him. Horror should have been his first reaction. But instead, his cock thickened even further, to a painful degree, his skin pulling tight over the straining flesh. His balls throbbed, dulling his senses, darkening the edges of his vision until all he could see were the twin visions of innocence and corruption. Their mouths were within a breath of each other, and Maria had a hungry look.
“Father, quick.” The vial of holy water came sailing through the air, over the bed, and into his hand. He pulled the stopper off and quickly doused the two girls, praying in a strong voice. Little threads of smoke rose up from each drop of water on Maria’s shoulders and face, but she didn’t recoil in pain. Instead she shivered with pleasure.
“It’s going to take more than that to get rid of me. In fact, there’s only one thing you can do to get rid of me.”
He could smell her charred skin, a thin layer of ozone coating everything. “What is that?”
“You want to get rid of me? I’m hurt. I thought you loved me.”
“I love Maria as I love all of God’s children.” Was it possible to lie to a demon? “But you are not one of God’s children.”
“Of course I am. We share the same Father…distant and unforgiving. You think you’ve been saved, don’t you? Well I won’t the spoil the surprise. You’ll know soon enough.”
“I command you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and the Holy Ghost…”
“No. I told you. There’s only one thing. If you really want me to leave, you shouldn’t waste your time.”
“What will it take to rid the innocent girl of your foulness?”
Instead of answering him, she stretched her neck, bringing her mouth to Irene’s ear. She whispered something inaudible, her hand sliding away from Irene’s throat to gently cup her breast. She kneaded the flesh gently, her fingers rhythmically working over the full globe. Luiz had thought he was gaining control of himself again, but he stood paralyzed once again, transfixed by the sinful sight. His mind was urging his legs to move, to do anything to stop the situation, but his body was stuck, his legs cemented to the floor, unresponsive.
Luiz couldn’t hear one word that flowed into Sister Irene’s soul. Maria released her without warning, and Irene calmly rose from the bed, wearing a familiar, resolute expression. He’d seen that look before when she stood before a difficult task or a particularly trying challenge. He’d never seen it directed at himself, though, and he had no idea what it might mean.
Irene closed the space between them and tugged at her dress. The buttons popped open one by one, and Luiz put his hands out like a man falling, trying to stop her from exposing her body to him.
“Sister Irene, you must stop this wickedness at once.”
Irene shook her head, slipping her hands from his grip and cupping his face. “Shh, Father. She told me everything. I understand what must be done.”
“She…it tricked you!”
But Irene shook her head, denying the charge, her doe-eyes as calm and innocent as always. Her hands slipped
from his face and began moving down his chest, freeing his buttons with efficient twists of her fingers. She moved so quickly he didn’t have time to stop her, but he couldn’t deny his immediate relief as the sweltering coat fell away.
“Sister Irene, you mustn’t…”
She stood on the tips of her toes, and her familiar scent of talcum powder assailed him, briefly clearing his head of Maria’s sex. “Trust me, Father. I’ll make my confession and ask for forgiveness tomorrow. For now, you must trust me.”
Is that what Eve said as she handed Adam the apple? The thought spun around his head while the room rotated, and he found himself flat on his back. He was suddenly surrounded by, engulfed in, Maria. She filled his vision, her damp sheets somehow winding around his body. His clothes were gone in a blink, ripped away from his limbs, and he was spread-eagle beneath their heavy gazes. His excitement was undeniable, his cock swollen and purple, the sensitive tip resting somewhat painfully against his stomach.
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