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The cool breeze sent dead leaves rustling across the courtyard. The sun
had disappeared below the horizon many hours ago. Primitive lamps hung
from the front of various buildings, lighting the thoroughfare of the
humble, rustic town. Scattered members of the community were still out
and about, concluding their business. Some were closing their shops.
Others were saying goodbye to neighbors after a bountiful harvest meal.
The streets would empty by the witching hour. It was All Hollow's Eve
and soon haunts and demons of the netherworld would have free reign
over the Earth.
Joseph marched across the town square with purpose, his mind and nerves
in turmoil. He pulled his cloak around him tightly as his boots
squished against mud and stone. The last few days had been trying,
though he'd done his best to hide his troubled state from his dutiful
wife. How could he tell such a pure woman of the awful things he'd
seen? Of the scandalous things he'd done in his own mind's eye!
Theirs was a simple town and a simple people. They'd turned away from
all modern things to live a life of hard work and faith. Their
community consisted of a church, a tavern, a few shops, many farms and
little else. Their days were spent in piety and reverence for all
creation. This made the visions plaguing Joseph that much harder to
bear. It was a mockery of their traditions. An affront to their entire
way of life.
For three long nights, Joseph had not known peaceful slumber. Many
times he'd been tempted to spill his seed while sweet Cordelia slept
just inches from his trembling body. The visions drove him to lustful
madness. Each night it grew more difficult to stay his hand.
Joseph could, at any time, have woken her to engage. Intercourse within
the marriage bed was sanctified and his right as husband and man of the
house. And yet, that was as far from his desires as Lucifer stood from
the throne of God. His impulses had turned licentious and unholy. What
he now craved was an abomination unto the lord.
He hoped the village priest could help dispel these fiendish
manifestations. At his last sermon, Father Raymond had said, very
specifically, that he would be available for confession later than
usual on this night. It was not uncommon for men or women to contend
with demons on the eve of All Saint's Day.
That's how Halloween had come to be known, after all, though no one in
the village called it that. There were no glowing pumpkins. No candy or
costumes. Only low voices and dim lights as Joseph closed the distance
to the church. He thanked God as he witnessed candle light glowing from
the cathedral's painted windows. Father Raymond was faithful, as
always; a beacon of kindness and wisdom in a world growing ever darker.
He opened the large wooden door and stepped into the hallowed hall.
Joseph pulled the hood from his head as he entered the lord's house;
showing proper respect. Candles lit his way as he proceeded down the
rows of pews. He continued to the front of the altar before turning and
heading to the confessional. As expected, candles were lit outside the
large, carved wooden booths. Joseph was pleased to see the curtain of
the sinner's stall was open. He was in no mood to wait.
He stepped into the booth eagerly and closed the heavy curtain behind
him. Sure enough, he could see a dark figure sitting on the other side
through the latticed opening in the center. He was surprised that
Father Raymond had no lamps or candles lit within. That would seem
prudent on so dark and ominous a night. His figure could only be
deciphered by the residual glow of the candles outside.
"Good evening, Father."
"Good evening, my son. What troubles you?"
"Is it not very dark in these booths?"
"It is good to reside in darkness from time to time. To know darkness
and solitude is to truly know one's thoughts. To strip bare the soul
and see what lies at its core."
"Indeed, Father, you've struck the root. I fear that is precisely why I
sit before you tonight."
"Speak the words and unburden yourself, my son."
Joseph took a deep breath and sighed. He raised his right hand and made
the sign of the cross over his face, chest and shoulders as he began.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my
last confession. In that time, I have transgressed on each and every
day, but it was not until these last few nights that the weight of my
sins became unbearable."
"Of what sins do you speak?"
"Impure thoughts. Demonic visions. Lustful longing for adulterous
impropriety."
Father Raymond shifted in his chair and Joseph heard the creak of wood
as he re-positioned himself. "Demonic visions you say? Then, these
urges you're experiencing are intense?"
"Very intense, Father, and the woman in these... hallucinations haunts
me endlessly. She mocks, teases and seduces me into heinous acts of
debauchery."
"They may be more than hallucinations, my son, but before I judge, tell
me more. Describe this woman who haunts your thoughts and dreams."
Joseph paused a few moments, reluctant to go into detail. It would be
embarrassing to share such things, but he knew if there was to be any
cure for his malady, he must be forthright. "She is a fair skinned
woman with markings all over her body. Some kind of scars or tattoos.
Taller than most men and always dressed in sinful attire. The color of
her hair is different each time. Sometimes she has horns at her temple,
a cloven tail or even wings."
Father Raymond waited, expecting more, but the booth remained silent.
"Is that all, my son? Have you left nothing out?"
"She also has..."
"Has what?"
"...a large.... phallus."
The word hung in the air and it was the priest's turn to pause before
speaking.
"Joseph, I'm sorry to tell you this, but it's critically important that
you know... You are in serious danger."
"What do you mean, Father? What kind of danger?"
"I have seen this phenomenon before. Too many times, unfortunately. The
forces of darkness seek to corrupt our village with stunning
regularity. All Hallow's Eve is a common interval for such acts.
Thankfully, it has prepared me with the knowledge to deal with such
threats. You must listen to me carefully and do exactly as I say."
"Instruct me, Father, please."
The wooden seating creaked again and Joseph could hear the old man
leaning forward in his chair. His darkened face grew closer to the
divider between them.
"This means a woman in our village has been possessed. That woman has
cast a spell on you. You've heard her calling to you, yes? Beckoning
for your company?"
"I have."
"Your torment will only grow until you meet with her. If you wait in
the square, tonight, you will no doubt find her. Your sins will be
many, but you must surrender to her and do what this woman commands.
You must follow her, obey her and sate her every hunger on this night."
"What?!? But that's..."
"I know, my son, but if you do not, you will deteriorate until your
mind is gone."
Silence permeated the booths as candlelight flickered outside. Shadows
danced left and right as Joseph considered what he should say.
"I suppose I have no choice, then."
"I'm afraid not. You must do this and then return to me tomorrow night.
Fear not, for I will absolve you of all wickedness."
"Will I return to normal?"
"I hope so. Let us kneel and pray."
The chairs creaked as both Joseph and Father Raymond stood. Each
lowered themselves onto the small risers near the center. They knelt
just in front of the wall of cross-shaped holes that formed the
divider. Both bowed their heads in prayer as the priest spoke.
"Lord God, please cleanse the soul of your servant and forgive his many
sins. Bolster thy son, Joseph, against this evil plot. Protect him from
the harlot and all her wicked machinations! Let him face this curse
bravely and with stalwart faith. See him through this dreadful Devil's
Night! Amen."
"Amen."
"Go, now, my son. Do not keep her waiting. I will pray for you while
you face this ordeal."
"Thank you, father."
The curtain rattled open and Joseph made a hasty exit. Although
grateful for his words, the prayers of Father Raymond had failed to
soothe his conscience. His footfalls echoed through the holy chamber as
he headed for the entrance with much trepidation.
* * * * *
Joseph leaned against the outer wall of the darkened general store,
waiting with an anxious heart. After fifteen minutes in the town square
the cold was setting into his body. He was about to withdraw a pipe
from his pocket and light up when a hooded figure walked into the dim
light of the courtyard. This person had the figure of a woman, but was
considerably taller than any woman in the village. It had to be her.
She zeroed in on Joseph, stalking towards him directly. Her identity
was concealed under a thick, brown cloak. As she drew closer, her
footwear gave her away. Her boots were glossy black with high heels. No
one in the community owned such things. Or so he thought, until now.
As the mysterious woman came within a few paces, she raised her arms
and lifted her hood. Joseph saw a familiar face and gasped.
"Elizabeth! Is... is that you?!?"
Her sultry lips and seductive, light gray eyes were the same, but much
of her had changed. Her long hair had taken on the color of Azure blue.
Her face was covered in the strange, fiendish marks he'd seen many
times in his visions. Her taller stature could not be attributed solely
to the stilettos of her boots. She was significantly taller and
stronger than she'd ever been.
"It is, but you will not use that name tonight."
Joseph swallowed. "Then how should I address you?"
"Mistress" she stated flatly with a cold gaze.
Elizabeth opened her robe and revealed her full, curvy body. Joseph's
eyes went wide as he drank in an incredible sight. Shiny black leather
crept up her legs to mid-thigh. Garters trailed upward to the black
rubber corset that barely held up her massive breasts. In the midst of
it all was a long, thick, uncut cock. The smooth, massive appendage
looked more fit for some beastly creature of legend than a human being.
A condom dangled from her weighty shaft, the tip filled to bursting
with viscous semen.
To his eternal shame, Joseph was not repulsed by this. His mouth went
dry as the beating of his heart quickened. His penis stirred below as
his body was overcome by lust. He desired to lay with this woman, as
he'd foreseen many times. Their sinful copulation was the subject of
his daydreams and nightmares alike.
"I grew tired of waiting, so I started without you" she said with a
haughty grin. Elizabeth reached down, pulled the latex sleeve from her
glistening rod and tossed it aside. It hit the cobblestones with a
splatter of creamy spunk.
Joseph had many questions, but just as he moved to pose them, she
silenced him with a command.
"Follow me."
Elizabeth closed the robe around her body and started down a quiet
alleyway. Joseph followed her, his curiosity beckoning him as much as
his libido. He'd always thought Elizabeth was beautiful, but she was
married and so was he. A virtuous man would not look on her covetously.
But man is sinful and the pleasures of the flesh forever weigh upon his
mind. It was almost fitting she'd transformed and seduced him in
sinister fashion. One would hardly call a sexual affair punishment, but
given her size and strength, Joseph suspected he would soon reconsider.
The towering woman led him into the darkness. They passed behind many
of the main street's buildings before rejoining the central road and
walking into the gloomy countryside. The waning light of the devil's
moon lit their path as they approached an abandoned barn. The structure
had belonged to an old couple who'd passed away many seasons hence. It
had not yet been repurposed.
They proceeded to the side entrance where Elizabeth opened the door and
entered. He followed her in and the door was swiftly closed and latched
shut. They were in pitch blackness a few moments as Joseph heard her
boots squelch through the muck. An oil lamp blazed to life and the
large barn was illuminated in light orange.
Elizabeth disrobed and tossed the long, brown garment over the side of
a stall. "Remove your clothes" she instructed curtly.
Joseph set to the task, removing his hat and cloak and finding a place
to hang them. The rest of his clothes joined them as Elizabeth strutted
to his side and watched him get naked in the eerie light. Her smile was
devious.
She grasped her cock and began stroking the giant hose of flesh up and
down lewdly. "You want this, don't you Joseph?"
"Y-Yes..." he admitted, cursing himself for how eagerly his reply was
given.
"Then you'd better get it nice and hard. This is your responsibility
now." She chuckled before releasing her cock and turning her back to
him. Her large, round buttocks was presented to him just above her
latex-clad thighs.
"On your knees where you belong and put your tongue in my ass, you
filthy pig!" she spat over her shoulder.
Joseph shuffled forward, his bare feet squishing in the muck until he
was just behind her. He knelt down, his knees pressing into the filth
as he pushed his face into her ample ass cheeks. He put his tongue to
work directly, gliding up and down her crack and probing her rosebud
with warm, wet flesh. Joseph was astonished by how naturally it came to
him. He took hold of her large, supple thighs to steady himself.
"Oooh, I should punish you for that! Touching without permission is a
no-no. But I'll let it go this time, since you're new at this. Wouldn't
know it from your technique... You've licked a lot of asses, haven't
you?"
Joseph moved to extract his face and protest. She grabbed him
forcefully by the hair and kept him sealed in her ass. "I gave you no
permission to speak, you lech! Besides, your tongue is talking
plenty..."
He speared his moist flesh into her soft pucker repeatedly. In between
lengthy series of tongue-fucks, he glided his face up and down her
increasingly sloppy crack with hungry moans. Blood rushed to her
massive unit and Elizabeth's cock stiffened rapidly. Her heavy balls
dangled below, churning with seed and aching with primal lust.
"What a holy man you are!" Her sarcasm dripped between panted breaths.
"Licking a woman's ass in a muddy barn! About to get fucked up the
ass... Do you think your wife will ever be able to please you again?"
Joseph groaned from the depths of her derriere. He hated her words, but
his hardening cock attested to their truthfulness. In this moment, he
wanted nothing but to be used and degraded by this demonic succubus.
The thought of loving intimacy in the marriage bed was revolting to
him, now.
He worshiped her ass until Elizabeth's enormous rod jutted out at full
attention. Satisfied, she pulled his head free from her phlegm
slathered cheeks. "Get up!"
Joseph was pulled, by the hair, to one of the nearby barn stalls. In it
was a large, round bale of hay and some barn equipment; presumably
leftover from the previous owners. It was all too neatly arranged for
it to have been coincidence, though. It seemed that Elizabeth had used
this area to entertain before.
She bent him over the thick seat of straw and kicked his legs apart.
Joseph heard the jingle of metal rings and buckles. Within seconds, he
was presented with an old horse bit.
"Open."
He obeyed and the musty, leather bit was strapped into his mouth. The
harness wasn't made for a human head, but his new Mistress made do. She
fastened the buckles and straps tightly until the metal rings stretched
his cheeks and the leather tube was pulled painfully into the back of
his mouth.
"I'm going to enjoy making you scream, but I'd rather you not wake up
half the village."
She pulled his arms behind him roughly and tied them together with
thick rope. Soon Joseph was bound over the large hay bale. His legs
were spread wide and his bare feet sank in the gripping, muddy sludge.
Elizabeth stroked herself smoothly as she groped his ass with her spare
hand. She gazed down at his bound and spread eagle form, relishing the
moment of conquest. "Look at you... A proper mare ready to be bred. And
I have just the cock to do it! Sadly, for you, there's no lube for sale
in this backwater shithole."
She shoved the fat head of her cock into his silky starfish and rammed
it home.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH!!!"
Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some mild form of
lubrication as inch after inch of her humongous cum pipe tunneled into
his warm, fleshy walls. Elizabeth seized his hips with an iron grip as
she guided her bulging missile of flesh into his moist depths.
"Nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh... OH FUCK!!! YES!!!"
Claiming a virgin ass was the best feeling in the world to Elizabeth
now. She wanted it every day. No, every hour! She would get her wish
eventually. Soon she would learn the magic that made a loosened
sphincter tight again. Her new companions had promised to teach her.
Pain and a brutal fullness Joseph didn't know was possible tore through
his helpless hole. Elizabeth bucked into him and stretched his pucker
without mercy. Tears streamed from his eyes as he wailed into his gag.
And yet, even at this painful early stage, the gliding of fat, slick
cock into his depths brought with it a hint of unexpected pleasure. He
yanked on his tight bonds and was surprised to find the futile gestures
thrilled him in an usual manner. It made him feel giddy.
Elizabeth emitted a devious chuckle as she began sawing her
incomparable penis in and out of his desecrated rectum. She plowed in a
little further with each sloppy insertion, her prodigious pre-cum
lubricating the way for her full insertion. "Admit it, you little
bitch! You're enjoying this!"
"NNNRRMMMMMMM!!!!" Joseph shook his head from side to side. He'd found
some tiny scrap of pride left at the bottom of his tarnished soul. He
clung to it, stubbornly, even though it was too late. There was no
denying she was right.
"Pffft... I may consort with demons, but at least I'm not a liar. Now
you have another sin to confess!"
*SMACK*
She belted his ass with the palm of her hand before increasing the pace
of her plowing. She railed him fast and hard as air and pockets of pre-
cum escaped from his stretched pucker. Her cock dove deeper with every
thrust until her massive balls slapped against the hay. Elizabeth had
drilled all the way in and her climax was fast approaching.
Joseph sputtered into his gag as the pain faded into pleasant reaming.
A strange sensation flooded him with queer pleasure as his prostate
hummed for the first time in his life. Elizabeth grunted and moaned
blissfully as she rutted like an animal. She fucked him mercilessly,
plowing through his tight, spongy entrance with every thrust of her
hips.
As her cries of ecstasy grew louder, black horns sprouted from her
temple and dark wings erupted from her back. A tail formed from the
base of her spine, the end widening into a black spade. The unholy
appendages stretched from her body as she pounded her newest slave.
Each of her demonic features grew larger and longer than the last time
she'd claimed a man's anal virginity. Her thrusting became needy and
frenzied as her hips and scrotum slammed into Joseph's bottom
painfully.
"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
An ocean of hot, corrupting jizzum hosed into Joseph's insides as she
hilted herself in his body and pushed him into the hay. She convulsed
over and over, wailing in pleasure as hot, silky gunk flowed from her
glans and flooded his packed depths. Joseph could only groan into his
gag as his stiff penis shot its load, firing thick ribbons of cum all
over the hay and the muddy ground below.
Long after Joseph's forced orgasm ended, Elizabeth continued to moan
and mutter as her balls emptied in her cum-dumpster slave. With nowhere
else to go, creamy nut splattered from the seal of her pulsing cock and
his stretched pucker. Strings of sticky white filth spat all over her
body, decorating her shiny black thigh-highs and drizzling to the
bottom of her gunked up boots.
When her climax finally ended, Elizabeth withdrew herself with a wet
slurch. Thick ropes of pungent seed connected her glans to his gaping
hole. A steady stream of warm, glue-like spunk dribbled from Joseph's
blown-out bottom as he lay, locked in bondage, and groaned.
Delighted to see that her demonic adornments had grown once again, the
temptress laughed wickedly and seized a horse whip from the side of the
stall.
*CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK*
The thick leather ripped into Joseph's cum-caked cheeks. Elizabeth
cackled and enjoyed the afterglow of a powerful climax with yet more
domination. Flecks and strands of cum flew everywhere as she beat his
ass. White filth coated the whip and splattered from Joseph's jolting
lower body with each forceful flaying. The reddening streaks across his
ass grew deeper each time his flesh was kissed with the sensual touch
of raw hide.
Joseph's eyes bulged, half from the pain and half from the realization
that he was somehow enjoying this treatment. He knew, in that moment,
that he would beg for more if not for the phlegm-drenched bit holding
down his tongue. His hands twisted in the thick ropes pinning his arms
behind him. He secretly wished she would never untie them.
When his ass was lashed to brutal, inflamed redness and Elizabeth was
satisfied, she tossed the whip on the ground with a dull thud. She
placed one cum-strewn, muddied boot on his back as she leaned down and
began unstrapping the horse harness from his bound head.
"First, you're going to clean the filth from my cock with that slutty
mouth of yours. Once you've tasted the second helping of my seed, you
will lick my boots until they shine! Understood, slave?"
Joseph drew a deep breath as the bit was pulled from his mouth. The
words that followed were perhaps the most heartfelt he'd spoken since
his wedding day.
"Thank you, Mistress!"
* * * * *
Father Raymond sat in the confessional, deep in meditation. It had been
a long service for All Saint's Day, but he was happy to stay longer and
provide much needed assistance to his flock. He waited in the dark,
patiently, until the sound of footsteps reverberated through the hall.
He peeked out into the chapel and smiled. Joseph had returned and
looked no worse for wear.
He waited until the man stepped into the opposite booth and the curtain
rattled closed. Neither of them said anything at first and Raymond
attempted to gauge his disposition. He was most likely confused by his
experience, but Father had talked many men through this tribulation
before.
"You've returned."
"I have, Father."
"Did the harlot find you in the night?"
"She did."
"So, now you've known true wickedness. You've felt the cruel flaying of
unholy lust upon your flesh. You've seen the truth of carnal sin."
"I have."
"And you slept well last night, did you not?"
"Better than I have in weeks."
"There are no more visions? No more terrors in the day or night?"
"None, Father."
"All infernal temptation has been purged from your heart?"
"Yes" he lied.
"Lord God and all the Saints above, preserve us all as you have
sheltered Joseph in his time of need! Bless and keep your son as he has
kept faith in you! Forgive his sins and let him move forward, basking
in the truth, the light and the love of the holy Trinity. Amen!"
"Amen."
"Go home, Joseph, and kiss your wife without apprehension. Your lips
are pure once more."
"Thank you, Father."
The curtain shot open and Joseph stomped out of the booth. Swift
footfalls echoed off the far walls and vaulted ceiling as he made a
hasty exit.
Father Raymond watched him leave; a broad grin spreading across his
face. His eyes twinkled in the dark seclusion of the confessional.
Elizabeth had chosen well. Joseph was a pillar of the community, but
not for much longer. He would never be the same after this. He would
always crave another unholy coupling. Always long for more. And
Elizabeth would provide it, for now. She was quickly becoming an
officer of merit in the dark lord's army. A succubus that loved her
work and relished her power over men.
The corruption of the town was proceeding apace. When Father Raymond
had gathered all the required materials and the moon was in its proper
phase, the ritual would be performed again. Another woman would be
transformed and a new succubus would be born. Cordelia would be next.
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What do you think? Is this village on the path to being a better place?
Seems like progress to me. ;-)
Hope you enjoyed this tale of corruption. Until next time, stay
naughty!
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