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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.
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