Future of Porn

I am a business consultant, living in Sweden. I am a 54 year old male, divorced. I need to see my dentist fairly often to keep my teeth in order due to tartar and other problems that I don’t want to talk about. Except for that, I am healthy and like to keep myself in shape. This story is about an odd voluntary assignment that paid off richly. It all started about two years ago. I was under treatment at my dentist Karen when the phone rang. She answered the phone since the nurse was away. From the conversation I understood that another customer canceled the appointment.

“Shit” she said when she came back to me. “That was the third late cancellation this week. They are so late I cannot fill in the time with other customers. I am losing money on it. And the competition is so fierce that I cannot charge my customers for the time lost which I am entitled to do. And the thing is I think they cancel partly because they are afraid to come and are looking for an excuse to postpone the treatment. What should I do?”

With that she started to work on me again but she looked really distressed. I began to think about her problem under the rest of my treatment.

I had been her patient for almost ten years and we had got a friendly relationship during the years. After all, I was at her mercy a number of times each year. She is now in her midforties, has dark hair, is ordinary looking but her body had matured well during the years I had known her. She kept herself in shape. But her greatest asset is her ample bosom with a pair of fine breasts, full and round, that bounces promisingly when she moves.

When we were finished for the day I had got some ideas. When I had paid I asked her if she wanted to discuss her problem with me. She said why not, this cancellation has just given me a free hour. So we sat down in her waiting room.

“Well”, I said, “as I see it there are basically two factors to take into account here. First the competition. Yours is a fairly common problem in the service industry. How do you differentiate yourself and make your customers like you more than your competitors? And second, how do you handle their fear of the dentist. I think these two factors can be linked to solve your problem.”

I went on and described the need to create a relation to the customer and an atmosphere that will make the customer feel at ease.

“Look at your waiting room and your surgery. Very efficient but also very clinical and sterile. White walls only. Nothing that takes your thoughts away. The patients have nothing else to do than to think about the treatment and if it will hurt. I had a personal experience at my own treatment today. I was a bit afraid as always but when you mentioned your problem I got something else to think about and forgot what you were doing to me. So one thing to start with is to create a more cozy atmosphere and give the patients something else to concentrate on.”

We talked about this for a while. To begin with, Karen was hesitant but started to think and admitted that maybe there could be a point in the suggestions.

I went on and said that also the personal relation was important. She ought to create a more personal relation to her customers, make them looking forward to the appointments. She looked even more hesitant but promised to think it over. With that I had to go and her next customer arrived.

I had my next appointment about a month later. I was glad to see that she had made some changes. The waiting room was much more comforting with new colorful curtains and posters on the walls. In the surgery were a few pictures. Both Karen and her nurse Lisa had new gowns that were more feminine and not that much like hospital clothing.

After my treatment I complemented her for the changes and Karen said that she already had had quite a few positive remarks from her patients. Did I have more ideas?

I had in fact given it some thoughts since my last visit. I suggested that she should continue changing the waiting room, making it more clublike and offer her customers to relax after the treatment. Why not offer coffee and light drinks and good papers and magazines to read. In the surgery, could she put pictures in the ceiling over the chair? (It was the model where the patient lays down). That would give the customers something else to think about. And how about making these pictures a little personal?

As before she was a little hesitant but much less than the last time. I was beginning to look forward to my next visit.

And I was surprised. She had installed a coffee machine and an automate for soft drinks. On the walls were a few family-type pictures of Karen and Lisa. In the surgery there were more family pictures, also in the ceiling. Afterwards we talked about her changes and she was pleased with the effects so far. She said she had ordered some new furniture to the waiting room.

She also said that although the pictures in the ceiling helped some of her patients to relax they did little to take away the fear. I had waited for an opportunity to make another suggestion that was a little chauvinistic:

“Will you allow me to make a suggestion that maybe is provocative and on the border of decency,” I asked. Karen looked a bit surprised but got a glint in her eyes. “Go ahead,” she said.

“Well, the most comforting memory you have from your childhood is the woman’s breast. At least for every male. I have noticed that you are cautious not to let your bosom brush against my head when you are treating me but that it happens now and then. I always get a good feeling from that and want it to happen again. You have a very nice and full bosom and I think that you could use that to comfort your patients. If, of course, you think that is within your ethical and personal limits. It must also be done with finesse and on a level that each patient is comfortable with”.

She looked me in the eye without saying anything for a while. Then she blushed and looked away.

“That was a naughty suggestion that probably is not within the limits although it is not directly forbidden. I have to think it over”.

With that I left for the day and was again looking forward to my next appointment.

I was early for my next visit. I wanted to try out the redecorated waiting room. I was surprised of the change. The walls had new paint and the room was furnished as in a home with real cozy chairs. There were plenty of new magazines. On the walls were more family pictures.

When Lisa came to ask me into the surgery she had a new dress that made her justice. She has dark hair, is of medium height with a full hourglass figure, and has a nice full bosom. She is not a beauty but her big smile, friendly manner and sexy figure made up for it. She is around thirty years old.

Karen also had a new dress and she seemed a little embarrassed. I complemented her of the changes and she blushed a little but was pleased. She started to treat me and I soon found out that she had liked my suggestion. Her tits brushed against my head now and then and when she was doing a painful operation she pressed her bosom against my skull for a couple of minutes. That was real comforting and I regretted when she had to move. I started to think about how it would feel with lesser clothing in between.

Afterwards when we talked she blushed and asked me how it had been. I assured her that it was fantastic and that I had felt much less pain since I was concentrated on her breasts. She admitted that she had tried it a little on a few other selected patients but not in this scale. She thought that they had reacted well but had of course not been able to ask them.

Then she surprised me. Although she was blushing she frankly said she had problems with her clothing and her bra’s. She wanted her breasts feel natural but still could not have them swing free for decency. She was not sure how her female patients would react.

I recommended her to go to a lingerie shop for advice. One of these which specializes in more daring things. I also suggested that if she was serious about this, that she could separate male and female customers on different days. That would make it easier to adjust the clothing.

She also said that Lisa was a bit hesitant about the whole thing. They had noticed though the positive reactions from customers. I suggested that she took Lisa into the scheme and give her a bonus depending on the extra profit they should be able to make.

All this started to get really interesting. At my next appointment Lisa greeted me at the door in a stunning outfit that really showed her good body. She showed me into the waiting room and offered me a soft drink and something to read. She said I had to wait for 15 minutes to my appointed time.

When she came back to get me she wriggled her body nicely. Karen also had a new dress but more modest. When I lay down Lisa busied herself to fasten the cover around my neck. She let her breasts rest against my chest for a while, longer than was really necessary. She also showed me that they had a projector installed that displayed pictures in the ceiling and how I could operate it.

Then Karen started to work on me. The feel of her breasts was much softer and warmer this time and she took every opportunity to let me feel them. She was out of my direct sight most of the time. I looked at the pictures displayed above me and was pleased to see real family pictures of both Karen and Lisa, even a few at poolside.

Too soon Karen said she was finished with me. I heard some rustling of clothes before I was released from the chair and could turn around. She was dressed as before and I guessed that she somehow had redressed or opened up her gown during the treatment to allow me the nice feel of her breasts. When I asked she admitted that was the case and that she was experimenting with new clothing. She thanked me for the advice to go to a lingerie shop. She said she had found a really good one and that she perhaps would have more to show in the future. She smiled and said that Lisa had reacted very well to her offer of a bonus that perhaps I could tell from her appearance.

I told her that this was getting real interesting and how was her feelings about it. She surprised me by not blushing when she said that the ongoing changes had made her work more interesting and was a turn on both for her and for Lisa. Also, their revenues seemed to have increased. She was very pleased.

Then Lisa came and asked if I wanted to relax in the waiting room and offered refreshments. I accepted and went and sat back in a comfortable chair. Lisa came and went taking care of new customers and discretely showed off her body. I found a stack of magazines, some rather daring. I had a cozy time and felt relaxed when I had to go. My ideas seemed to work.

My next appointment was a few months later. As before, Lisa met me at the door, but I was a little disappointed that she had on a loose fitting gown that did not show her body at all. That is, till I saw her standing in the doorway with light behind her. The dress was semitransparent and her body curves showed clearly. Her undergarment was small and exquisite and a push up bra made her breasts full justice. She took care placing herself to give me a good view whenever possible. She steered me to a chair, placed to help out showing her off.

When it was my turn I was seated in the chair and Lisa busied herself putting the cover over me and as before let me feel her breasts and gave me a good long glimpse down her dress of her nice breasts. I became turned on and felt my cock stirring.

Lisa started the projector when Karen came into the room, dressed as before. I saw them exchange a glance and giggle and then Karen said: ” Why don’t we show him our new pictures for comments”. Lisa went and put in a new slide magazine. Karen started with my treatment. It was a rather big operation that day and I had been afraid of it.

I started to look through the slides. As before Karen now and then let me feel her breasts and it felt great. After a while she stepped back from the chair and said that now it was time for the painful part. I heard some cloth rustle and then she started to work again. I tried to concentrate on the pictures to forget the pain. Suddenly her breast touched me again and this time the feeling was much different. It nearly felt as if she was naked, her breasts soft, full and warm. She stopped briefly, giggled and asked if I was comfortable. I could only grunt. My cock stirred again.

I went back to the pictures, which so far had been the familiar ones. I nearly choked when suddenly there was a picture of Karen in a very sexy outfit. The next few slides showed her in different sexy clothing. Then came some pictures of Lisa in sexy underwear. I looked back and forth on these pictures stopping only at times when Karen let me feel her breasts. I was in heaven and had forgotten everything about the surgery going on.

Suddenly Karen withdraws and asked me to rinse my mouth. She was finished she said.

Afterwards, Lisa and Karen asked me what I thought. I said they were both stunning and the pictures certainly had effects on me. They started to giggle and looked at my crotch. I corrected myself by saying that I had not felt much pain and that the scheme had worked very well. I asked them how far they dared to go with other customers. They admitted that I was the first to see the new pictures and that they were not sure if they were going to show them to others. Karen said that when she first went to the lingerie shop she was very hesitant and did not think it was a good idea. But when she started to try out various things she was thrilled and wanted the garments for her private life. When Lisa joined the scheme she was even more turned on and was the one who suggested that they should take the pictures. She said that they had a large private collection.

Karen blushing showed me the bra she was wearing. It was made of form-fitted latex, milky white and very thin, but held her breasts in place. The feel was as if she was nearly naked and the warmth of her skin was clearly felt, as I had experienced. She said that for me she had opened up her robe but she had to work more on that. She could not as a professional dentist go around the surgery with nearly naked breasts. She had to find a soft enough clothing that was not see through.

They again said that business improved and that word went around so they got new customers. They were grateful to me for my advice.

My next appointment was to be an easy one, a follow-up on the operation with a few minor things. When arriving late at the day but a good time in advance, Lisa greeted me at the door in a stunning and very reveling nurse’s dress. It was really tight fitting to her rounded figure with a short wide shirt and was very low-cut that showed a lot of cleavage.

She took my jacket and put it in a closet. She made me comfortable in the waiting room and when I was seated she suggested I should loosen my tie, take off my shoes and feel at home. “Wait,” she said, ” let me help you.” She came close, bending over me and took off first my tie and then my shoes. She stroked me lightly over my chest in doing so. She was bending down more than necessary giving me a great view down her low cut dress and I was allowed to see most of her breasts. She had on a half-cup bra that pushed her breasts up and together, leaving the nipples free. They were hard and sticking out so she must have liked what she was doing. It was a moment of great intimacy.

Then with a sweet smile she offered me a drink of scotch. She said it was a new experiment of theirs to use an old fashioned tranquilizer. When she bent over to get a glass from a low shelf, her dress moved up giving me a good look at her ass globes. She had only thong panties so the view was great. She kept her position longer than necessary and then wiggled her ass as she stood up. She prepared my drink and swinging her hips she came and gave it to me with a big smile. ” I am so grateful to you for your advice, it has made the work more interesting and I am earning much more money”, she said. ” Be comfortable and I will get you when we are ready for you”.

I had a good time in the waiting room sipping my drink and browsing through a magazine. Lisa then got me ready in the chair just as before. Her dress made it really interesting when she bent over to put the cover on me. She again let me have a long look down her plunging neckline at her swelling breasts, her nipples erect and protruding. She said that Karen still was occupied but that I could look at their pictures in the mean time. She turned the projector on and withdraws. I started to look at the pictures. The first few were the ordinary family pictures. Then suddenly came posing pictures in bathing suites that got more and more daring, the suites more and more skimpy until they were topless. It ended up with some nude shots of them both, very nice pictures aiming to show off their bodies but not full frontal. Their pussies were not shown. I was stunned of how beautiful the ladies were and how natural they posed for the camera. No shyness, they seemed to like it. I got really turned on both by the pictures and the thought that they were in the next room knowing that I was looking at them in the nude.

I thought the slide show had come to an end and tried to go back but instead moved several steps forward. Then a familiar picture came up, one were Lisa was posing in daring underwear. Several more followed with both Karen and Lisa posing in more and more sexy underwear. There were also a few pictures with them in leather garments. Again the clothing got skimpy. Topless and bottomless were mixed until the ladies were totally nude. The first nude pictures were nice as before but became more and more sexy, showing their bodies in full. Their pussies were neatly trimmed and they really showed them off. These were pictures for men’s magazines.

By now I was really turned on and my cock was hardening. I had not heard Karen coming into the room so I was startled when she suddenly said ” Oh my, it was not really the meaning you should see these pictures. They were supposed to be for Lisa and me only but you seem to appreciate them. That you like Lisa I can understand but on old lady like me? I am flattered”.

She came into my view and I could see that she blushed but was amused at the same time. Lisa also appeared and I was a little disappointed to see that she had changed into a wide short gown. And then I saw that Karen had the same type of gown and that they were of the see through material I had seen before.

Karen sat down and started to work on me. I noticed that she let me feel her breast more than usual and that she seemed to held her position when her breasts were pressed against my head longer than needed. They felt softer than last time but the fabric of her dress did not let the warmth come through as much.

Lisa mowed around and suddenly she placed herself right in my vision and with light from behind. I could see her body clearly through her dress and realized that she had no underwear on at all, not even the thong. She turned around and went to a counter at the wall and bent over to get something at the bottom shelf. Her short dress rode up her backside, giving me a tremendous view. She stayed in that position until Karen started to giggle pressing her breast to my chin.

I really started to wonder what was going on. It was too many things happening to be a coincidence.

Karen asked me to rinse my mouth. When I laid back in the chair Lisa came to change the cover round my neck. She bent over me and suddenly I had an unobstructed view of her bare breasts and down her stomach. Her robe had fell open. She pretended not to notice as she changed the cover. Then, straightening up and taking a step backwards, she caressed my crotch and my erection. ” Karen, look what we have got here. What should we do with that? Do you know a treatment for it” she said giggling.

“Daylight,” Reggie said behind him, “it”s over. It”s closed.”

“What”s closed?” Stephen said, his voice soft.

Stephen could hear Reggie stand and approach him, stopping a few feet away, but not coming too near. “This house is a doorway, Stephen, I think you know that already. It opens once a year, Halloween night, when—”

“When the veil is lifted,” Stephen continued, repeating the story his mother had once told him, “and the dead are free to roam the earth. I saw them, last night, out there.”

“Then you know, too, that the spirits of the dead are the least of our concerns. They”re truly beyond the grasp of this world. It”s the others we have to worry about.”

“The others,” Stephen said, turning to face Reggie, “like him. Like Kirsahn.”

Reggie”s eyes widened in surprise, and his mouth opened, but he could not speak for a long moment. “You saw him, then? You saw your equal?”

“My equal?”

“In the Otherworld, we all have an equal, a soul equal, who mirrors our nightmares, or at least, our nightmarish perception of ourselves.”

Stephen”s eyes dropped to the floor. “Reggie, how do you know all this? How did you get into the—”

“The Otherworld is what we call it.”

“”We” who?”

“There a certain ones among us who fight against the threat of the Otherworld. We fight against those who would try to escape it. And I got there the same way you did.” He held out his fist and opened it. There, in his palm, was a pile of blue dust. He turned his palm over, and the dust floated to the ground. Stephen looked down, and saw the same dust sifting between his fingers.

“What do you mean by the “threat”,” Stephen asked, “the threat of what?”

Reggie sighed deeply. “The Otherworld is a terrible place, man. What you saw was just the tip of the iceberg, paradise compared to what else is out there. There are beings trying to escape it every day, evil beings like Kirsahn and his crew, and others…”

“Like Cassandra,” Stephen said, his voice cracking.

“Just normal folks who want to live in peace. But if they come here, they disturb a very fine balance that we”ve trying to keep for longer than we can remember. If Cassandra had—if she had made it, she would have had to take the place of a soul on earth. And that soul, in turn, would have to take her place back in the Otherworld. If she had succeeded, it would have opened a very small door just a crack. And then someone else would have followed her through, then someone else after that, and so on and so on until the flood gates opened. She was endangering “her” life, she was endangering “your” life, the life of your little girl, and every other life on this planet.”

Stephen looked away. “If she had succeeded”… how “would” she? His eyes dropped down to the glittering pile of dust at his feet. The crystal. He knew now it had been the key to the doorway, the key that allowed him to slip through.

He looked past Reggie, into the other room. The table that had been covered in crystals, was now covered with nothing more than glittering dust.

“One soul for another, Steve, that”s the way it works.”

Reggie”s words echoed through Stephen”s mind, but he barely heard them.

“…the life of your little girl…”

“Oh God, Reg…”

Reggie stared at him intently. “What is it?”

“Casey!”

Reggie watched helplessly as Stephen bolted through the house and out the front door.

* * *

The highway was astoundingly barren as Stephen sped along at top speed in his car. He had blinders on, only seeing the highway before him. It came and went in a flash, and at the end of his drive, Julie”s house.

The neighborhood was quiet, the corpses of carved pumpkins littering doorways, sunrise creeping through the trees. Stephen screeched to a halt in front of Julie”s house and bounded out of the car without even turning off the ignition. He took the walkway at a full run, pounding up the front steps and slamming through the unlocked front door.

“Julie? Casey!” he called out through the silence of the house. He once again bounded up the stairs, ignoring the burning sensation in his already exhausted legs. He ran down the hall, and stopped at the first door on the right: Casey”s room. Without hesitation, he burst through the door, his eyes scanning the room desperately for his daughter.

“Casey? Oh God, Casey, where are you?”

His eyes stopped at a shivering bundle in the corner of the room, a tiny princess still in her gown, her head drooping between her knees. Stephen ran, knelt down beside her, placing his arms around her, savoring the feel of her warm, living body.

She wept uncontrollably, and her arms automatically went around him. He held her close.

“Casey, honey, are you alright?”

“I—I only tried to help,” she said between sobs, “I was trying to “help” Mommy.”

“Casey, I know, baby,” Stephen said, relieved above all that his daughter was alright. “Tell me what happened.”

“I—I—Mommy was so upset last night, after you left. She was so sad, she”s always so sad. And—and the lady, she said the crystal would give me good dreams…”

Stephen”s mouth went dry, and his stomach tightened into a ball. He picked up his daughter, holding her as tightly as possible, and carried her out into the hallway. He stood staring at the door to his ex-wife”s room for a long time, debating whether to move forward and open it, or to leave the house forever and take his daughter with him.

He had to know. Casey held onto him for dear life, pressing her face into his neck. Stephen approached the door and put his hand on the knob. From inside he could hear the sound of soft weeping, and he opened the door.

At first he saw the bed, empty, save for the overturned blankets and pillows. Covering one side of a pillow, an unmistakable gold dust that glimmered in the soft morning light filling the room.

“I put it under her pillow so she wouldn”t cry anymore,” Casey whimpered into his ear.

“Julie?” Stephen said softly. He cast his eyes around the room, and in one darkened corner, a corner the morning light had not yet reached, he found her. She was sitting much as Casey had been sitting, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped around them, her head down.

“Julie,” Stephen said, hugging Casey even closer in his arms, “Julie, are you alright?”

She raised her head slowly, and Stephen inhaled a gritty, hissing gasp. He stumbled back against the wall, but kept a tight hold on his daughter.

Beneath the eyelids of the woman who had once been his ex-wife, glowing, golden eyes.

“You—you tried to do this to my daughter,” he stuttered.

“One soul for another, that”s how it works.”

“Stephen,” came Julie”s voice, but it was no longer her voice, “Stephen, I”m sorry.”

“One soul for another…”

“Where”s Julie,” Stephen uttered through gritted teeth, “where”s my wife?”

The woman on the floor only shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her face red with shame.

“”WHERE IS SHE?”"

“She didn”t—we switched—”

“You switched,” Stephen growled, “when? “When? When did you switch?”"

“When they started cutting.”

Stephen covered his mouth as a horrified yelp escaped his lips. He backed away slowly, those golden eyes watching him, pleading with him. But he slammed the door, carrying his sobbing daughter, away, away from her, down the stairs, far away from her, out the door, out into the light, out into the world

Out into a world that would never be the same again.

Father Brooks retreated to a calm place in his mind. He’d long ago found methods of coping with own sexual desires.

Her son’s long fingers had slipped inside her skirt and were clearly evoking a powerful response. Her underwear fell about her ankles.

++++++++++++++++

Claudine pushed her child backwards, increasing the distance between them.

“Stop…we can continue this later…” She gasped with obvious effort.

“Aw, Mom…” Isaiah whined.

Claudine smiled firmly then after a moment’s thought licked his sticky hand clean. “Tonight, baby…I promise…”

The boy sulked off into the crowd, into the welcoming arms of several horny sluts in the crush of bodies.

Claudine, meanwhile, was alone on the dais and saying strange words under her breath…it seemed to be contrarily quiet yet loud enough to be heard in every corner of the room.

Everyone gathered felt a collective shortness of breath, pressure behind his or her eyes. Some present struggled to remain standing, clinging to their neighbours.

Brooks blinked. Was it a problem with his eyes? Bright spots of darkness seemed to be appearing all over the room, swarming fluidic and elegant around all the people, the braziers, the drapes…

Father Brooks shivered…the hairs at the back of his neck had risen up. He had experienced a deep sense of malice when one of the black lights had circled his head.

They were coalescing into a rippling pillar on the dais next to Claudine, who seemed unconcerned with the spectacle of it all.

The shifting black was mesmerising and when one turned one’s attention to it it seemed to emit a curious murmuring sound, an odd bubbly chattering. A breast emerged from the shimmering surface before sinking back down. Seconds later a larger and more succulent pair appeared, heavy and juicy.

A human shape was becoming visible, the black substance fading, merging, being absorbed into the most faultless skin that has ever been seen…the woman that assembled herself before them could not be mistaken as a product of any natural means.

She exuded sex and her body was screaming out to sin. Her little black dress left nothing to the imagination. Her wide hematite eyes flashed around the room.

Samohteht (there could be not mistaking that it was her) paused and looked down. She smiled and lifted her left leg. As she removed Claudine’s damp panties from her impossibly high stilettos everyone was treated to a fantastic view of her unending legs.

The demons’ queen started to walk towards Claudine and her prisoners. Even the way she walked …every step flaunted her curves, every swaying motion was exquisite, breathtaking.

“Ha ha Van Helsing, Jonathan Harker and Mina Murray, I presume?” Her voice wasn’t heard so much as felt, like fresh linen, whispered and husky but perfectly articulated. Everyone stared at her full red lips.

“Please to meet you, Your Majesty…” Justine said in all earnestness and added a little curtsey. She giggled too.

“No, not Miss Murray…the lunatic Renfield perhaps?” Samohteht sneered dispassionately, arching an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t know Madam, never having read Bram Stoker’s Dracula.” Father Brooks said quickly.

She blinked just the once. The priest noticed nictitating membranes and shuddered. From the far corner of the room some one snorted.

People, Samohteht included, turned in unison.

Strapped to the Southern wall was a young girl, maybe in her early twenties. She was bald save a fringe that consisted of a trio of magenta ringlets. Despite her predicament she appeared unbowed.

“Silence hexspitter! I see no reason for mirth in these proceedings.” The goddess was angry yet each word seemed like the sweet nothings of one’s true love. That voice could make anyone do anything.

She studied Justine again. Again Noah Brooks could sense something reptilian in her gaze, something predatory.

Justine squirmed in the arms of her captors and her face screwed up under the intensity of Samohteht’s scrutiny.

“The poor wronged wife…do your new friends know about your dreams?” She glanced at Brooks and Connor. “How every night you dream that the hospital staff use and abuse you? Taking it in turns to cum all over your face after they’ve defiled your ass? Hmm maybe you don’t remember, you’ve buried yourself so deep, Justine…just fragments of mind…”

Justine fell to her knees, her eyes clenched shut. She was whimpering but predominantly she was panting. Whatever the bitch was doing to Justine’s head was arousing her against her will.

“You do remember, though. You know that you finger your cunt and your ass when you can’t get a porter or male nurse to satisfy you…”

“No…”Justine gasped, shaking her head, flinging tears around her. “No….”

The vision of perfection reached down and began to fondle one of Justine’s exposed breasts. Justine’s nipple hardened at the slightest touch.

“Hard to read but not so hard to manipulate…”

Justine was breathing harder and harder as Samohteht circled the nipple with a slender digit.

“Stop what the fuck you’re doing to her!!” Connor spat. He yanked free of his guard and lunged at the merciless demon. Justine was an innocent, irrational and vulnerable. He just wanted her to be safe.

The police officer was tackled to the ground before he made it anywhere near the Queen.

“Tsk tsk, Mr Murphy, surely you’re not so eager for your turn?”

She poured herself a goblet of wine and sipped from it elegantly. She looked around the room, noticing whose tits were being played, whose cocks or cunts. The sight seemed to please her.

“Father Brooks you brought an abomination with you on your holy quest.” She addressed to the priest without looking in his direction. She only had eyes for Connor now. “Our policeman is a fucking fagot. He’s in such denial about his true sinful nature he drowns himself in pussy. So many girlfriends, Connor and you couldn’t find one that pleased you, not one?”

Connor was sobbing. She was in his head …he could feel her thoughts worming around in there.

“It’s not true…it isn’t.” He cried, looking desperately at Father Brooks. The old man’s opinion mattered. Father wouldn’t approve, would detest him…

“Admit it, you secretly know who it is that you want to fuck…”

Connor clammed up with all the defiance he could muster. He curled up foetal and weak. Samohteht sniggered at his futile resistance. She beckoned at someone from the crowd.

“You told yourself that you liked Shannon but isn’t it true that you wanted you that shared his bed, wished it was you that received his love? It all seemed so unobtainable, didn’t it? Sean was a good man, he was never going to leave his wife.”

She sunk down to lay next to the stricken man. She stroked his hair in a perverse maternal-like gesture.

“You can have him, baby. Sean, how many people have you fucked since you came to Sixville?”

Connor opened his eyes at the mention of his old partner. He swallowed hard.

“Too many to remember, my lady.” Sean replied. “I’ll pretty much fuck anyone.” He said proudly.

“See baby, the one you love is an unrepentant sinner. Any love for Shannon is long gone, the same goes for his soul….”

“No…” Connor croaked. He had hoped for some way to redeem his old friend…the man he loved….there seemed no point now…what was left to fight for?

“You can have him, Connor. There’s no morality here…no God…just omnipotent lust and desire. Give you soul to me. It’s quite painless.” She felt Connor’s body let go of its defiance and she pushed him towards Donheeney. “Lick his boots, boy.”

Connor began to cry again. There was no fighting them, he’d fought for so long to repress his longings and they’d been exposed within minutes. He looked up at Sean. The older man gazed back neutrally, clearly too far-gone to care.

“Lick my boots, you piece of shit.”

Connor hesitated then lowered his head. He’d never been so ashamed, so broken yet a part of him thrilled at being at Sean’s feet. His stomach turned as his tongue made contact with leather.

“Do a good job,” Samohteht said, crouch low and feline next to Connor, “and maybe we’ll reward by letting you swallow all of Sean’s salty cum…”

“Enough Samohteht! They should never been caught up in all of this, I was the one sent to kill you.” Father Brooks yelled out.

Sean Donheeney was dismissed as easily as he was summoned. He was rapidly re-assimilated into the citizens of Sixville. He didn’t spare Connor a second glance.

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Samohteht’s eyes narrowed to slits before she shrugged and laughed. She looked at him brashly. He could see the weight of centuries in her eyes.

“Did they ever tell you about Father Sollami?”

Brooks shook his head briefly. He thought he could see where this was going. He prayed to God for strength.

She walked behind him and folded her arms round his shoulders. The contact of her skin on his was electrifying. He had to force himself to continue breathing.

“Sollami was barely out of the seminary, barely into maturity. He was favoured by God and blessed with visions of Mother Mary. No man rivalled his innocence and piety.”

Brooks found that the words were seeping into his consciousness despite his efforts not to listen. He shut his eyes.

“Seriously, this boy was utterly without sin. Left alone maybe he’d have achieved sainthood…who knows? The Catholic Church selected him to join the long list of assassins who have failed to murder me.”

Her breath on his neck made him tremble…was he imagining it but it sounded as if her voice was shifting?…there were traces of his mother’s voice, his sisters’, Sister Mary, his first crush….it was impossible…

“Sollami was a beautiful man, Father. I enjoyed turning him….but I’m getting ahead of myself… He found me in New Orleans, maybe thirty years ago. He was captured very easily. The Church must have known that he’d never succeed…”

Noah nodded despite himself…he knew the Church sanctioned suicide missions.

“I discovered that he was immune to my charms and those of my daughters. Truly his love of God could not be supplanted.”

A hand left his shoulder and slid round his torso, running over his strong pecs. Brooks’ nipples hardened and he felt his balls twitch. He must hold out…he must hold out….

“Still, the boy was still flesh and bone. Mmmm his cock, Father…even tastier for its absolute purity…. I made it as hard as rock and cast over it. For months and months, there he was, feeling as if his balls were going to explode but never finding release. We used him to amuse ourselves. My children competed to be the one to break him. Mmmm, he was never going to be able to hold out forever….the Church was never going to mount a rescue.” She shrugged, as if saying ‘you do the math’.

Samohteht’s timbre was deepening. These were clearly very fond memories she was recounting.

“The visions of Mary stopped and he began to say the most disgusting things, Father…so sick and depraved it was almost enough to make me blush….such dirty thoughts coming from such pretty lips. I sent my most beloved daughter Claudine to him and she undid his chains.”

Claudine took over the narrative then.

“He was unhinged, his mind gone completely by then…his soul was so delicious…as he raped me, sodomised me, used me in my mouth, my cunt, I feasted on him. Think on it Father, a virgin priest driven to such perversions.”

Father Brooks quivered. That poor boy was thrown to the carrion feeders.

“I was tempted to unleash him in a convent somewhere,” Claudine said, “but he really was beautiful, curly black hair, olive skin and brown eyes…we use him to father more unholy children.” She said with such relish. “And you, Noah, will you succeed where he failed? Will you be able to last as long?”

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Father Brooks inhaled Samohteht slight peppery scent. He swallowed hard. He knew what was at stake.

“I am a just fallible man, succubus, but my love for the Lord, our God is unshakeable. His will shall enable me to prevail.”

Her fingers on his ear sent tingles down his spine. It was a touch so far removed from normal sensation that he felt weak at the knees.

A caressing hand slipped lower and lower over his stomach. He had just enough time to glance at Connor before the hand was at his crotch.

“Gah ah…” He cried, expelling air even though he sought to fight against the pleasure of her ministration.

He shut his eyes as his cock hardened through the fabric of his pants. There was no freedom of self- control left now. He sensed Samohteht’s smugness.

Father Brooks could not resist her as she pulled him down onto the cushions.

“Paster noster qui es in caelis…” He croaked even as her mouth touched his. “Hmmmm…” Brooks moaned as her tongue slipped past his unresisting lips. All conscious thought evaporated as her sweet saliva mingled with his own.

He wiggled beneath her, enjoying the feel of her body on his chest, his groin…her fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

The Queen rose up to admire his fit torso, rubbing her palms over his hairy pecs and nipples. She turned her eyes to his face, she gazed at him hungrily and Brooks shuddered, they were so inhuman yet so deep.

“Paster noster qui es in caelis sanctificetur Nomen Tuum adveniat Regnum Tuum…”

Brooks muttered, turning his face away from her. The sense of calm would not come…there were disquieting murmurs in his head…his mother telling him to succumb…his father telling him to be a man…

“OH Noah, has your cock really gone unused all these years? Was there no really convent whore willing to sit upon it?” The demon Queen inquired, her hands at his burgeoning fly.

Noah wanted to bat her away but his body was unresponsive, immobilised by her power. He wouldn’t surrender, he wouldn’t. His body may sin but his spirit would remain unsullied in its devotion to God.

“fiat voluntas Tua, sicut in caelo, et in terra. Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie Et…ah nah no…dimitte nobis debita nostra…”

Would the Father forgive his sins? Brooks was losing himself as his cock was liberated and swallowed by her warm and wet mouth. Her articulate tongue toyed with his pulsing head and circled the rim of his helmet.

Even with his limited experience Brooks doubted that any blowjob had been more expertly employed in the history of mankind. All of his extremities tingled and twitched. He looked down to see all of his length disappear easily into that mouth.

“sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris….” He whispered but the language wasn’t just foreign and dead any longer…it made no sense…surely she wasn’t sinning against him…nothing so good…

“No…stop….I…ahhhh….” An image flashed into his mind; his white cum on those bright red lips. He wanted it. He wanted to cum on her face. He was close now….no…he was a man of the cloth…faithful…to his holy vows…

With an almighty effort he heaved himself up the pillows and knocked the evil bitch from her place. He called upon God for the strength to finish the prayer, to remind himself of its power to fortify…

“et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed…libera…nos…a…malo!”

His arms were his again. He raised them as Samohteht pounced on him. The little black dress was gone now and they grappled together naked.

The Queen was so powerful and lithe that Brooks could find no way to fend her off. The priest looked at his companions but no help was imminent from that quarter.

His strength was almost gone, only a temporary reprieve, the effort to move had been too great and he kept getting distracted by his cock rubbing against her soft belly and enticing thighs.

Samohteht smiled as she brought his hands to her giant tits. They were her great weapons. Just holding them bewitched the man under her. His hazel eyes were transfixed.

“Go ahead, bury your head between them.”

He paused and complied with her command.

“Ha ha ha…ah…” She groaned as the last of his willpower gave way and his virgin lips hurried to kiss every part of her tits, his tongue to lick one nipple then the next. God, it got her so damp….

She shoved him down on his back and sat on his face. Noah’s shock didn’t last long and soon he was drinking down the juice from her bare pussy.

“This is your communion now, Father.” She snarled, gyrating and grinding on his face. From the way his tongue plunged and lapped inside her so knew he was willing to be converted.

In that dark and pungent place, Father Brooks could almost physically feel his old thoughts and beliefs fleeing from his sinful, lusting body…they would not be missed. Heaven was only to be found between his Queen’s parted legs.

“mm….” He groaned, wishing he could survive on her lubrication rather than air. He cupped her ass and pulled her more firmly onto his lips.

She lent back, her hands resting on his chest. The priest was drinking in evil and she was siphoning off his soul as it was twisted and corrupted. He was truly hers now.

“Yes, yes…mmmm…yeah….” She cried.

All the eyes in the room were on her, worshipping her, and she soaked in the adoration from this atop this human altar.

Rocking back and forth, and fingering her clit she took it all in.

“Fucking hell…mmm…” She whimpered as she climaxed. It had been a long time since she had devoured on a soul as pure as this. Well fed and sated she came again and again.

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Eventually she lifted herself from the fallen holy man and was relieved to see he still lived. His flushed face was glistening with her fluids.

She licked his cheeks clean.

“What of your God, now?”

“There is no God but you, mistress.” Said with such eager earnestness and perverted desire burning in his eyes. He pushed her onto her back.

As he rolled on top of her immaculate body and his cock was inserted into her tight cunt, he whispered to her,

“Quoniam titi est regnum et potestas et Gloria in saecula….”

She smiled, devilishly and wrapped her legs round his sweaty waist, her stiletto heels spurring into his thrusting ass and thighs.

“You’re a tight fucking cunt…” He growled. ” You fucking bitch, you like it like this?” He grunted as he shafted her roughly.

She watched his face, as he became a rutting beast over her. She saw a small crucifix hanging from his neck and sneered. That man was gone forever. His eloquent grunting was proof of that.

Brooks could not believe that her cunt could make him feel this way. He’d be enslaved to it for the rest of his days…nothing could’ve made him happier than damnation.

“Fucking slut…whore…gnnnnh….take it…take it…you like it like this don’t you?”

“Mmmm, priest….fuck me hard….”

“Oh yeah….” Brooks shouted and he knew that he’d soon be cumming inside her .

As if she read his mind Samohteht spoke,

“I am not called the ‘ mother’ for no purpose….ah…I am ever fertile…spill your seed in me and turn forever away from salvation….ah….”

Brooks sped up his pace, to impregnate this bitch, to fully revel in his debasement…

“anhhh….nnnnh….ahhhhhhh,” He cried as his balls emptied load upon load of jism into her darkness. “Fuck….hoh…fuck….” He sighed breathlessly, minutes later.

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Samohteht looked down at her snatch, leaking Brook’s creamy goo. She could feel life conceive inside her…and something else…..

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She jerked up Brook’s head. The fury and questioning in her expression needed no words.

Brooks collapsed in her arms and sobbed unceaselessly.

She flung him way.

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“Mother?” Claudine asked, concerned as her Queen looked about her frantically.

Samohteht ignored her, pushed past her as she tottered from the raised platform.

She grabbed Connor by the throat and picked him up with one hand.