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"I saw it. A darkness. It dims her spirit, clouds it, weighs it down and she is lost in grief and sadness. I've never seen anything like it before."

Graydon sat in the warmth of the small fire outside Mike's cabin; they shared the flickering firelight. Fleeting shadows outlined worried frowns on their faces.

"I've seen it before. Not often, but often enough. It weighs so heavily on a person's soul they can become lost, lost to themselves and everyone around them. This is a terrible burden for anyone to bear. For one so young as this girl you describe, it can be the end. She could be lost and never recover."

"Please, Mike. Don't say that. I feel a powerful urge to help her. I don't know why, and I sure can't say it's all that smart, or even that it's my part to get involved in this, but something mighty strong is pulling me to help her."

Mike smiled inwardly. He remembered himself as a young man. He too had been foolishly moved to get involved, and look where it had led him!

"Follow your instincts, but be careful. Move slowly, softly, and be careful not to stir her awareness or touch any feelings you find. Let yourself explore and learn, but beware of doing anything before you have more understanding."

Mike stirred the glowing embers, returning burnt ends to the center of the small fire. "Visit her dreams; learn what you can. If it becomes too painful, ease away and rest. Gather strength, surround the evil with wards, and return to her another night. When you have learned enough to know where the darkness originated, come here and explain it to me. We will consider it together and see what next we might do.

"Above all, do nothing alone. You have great ability but little experience. Rash interference could destroy her, and put your own soul in great peril, young shaman. Come to me and we will deal with this together, if deal with it we must, and from the darkness you felt, I'm sure we will. I say "we," young Graydon, for it will take your growing power and my lifetime of experience with the dark side of life to intercede safely into this horror that binds her."

That said, a wisp of wind curled around the fire, raising a slender tower of sparks and smoke, and it danced away into the night as an omen of a journey, perhaps a journey into darkness itself.

She tossed under her sheet, her pillow damp, her blanket hanging half off the small bed. Her hands clasped and gripped at something unseen. Her face was twisted in the rigors of fright, revulsion, and pain.

The dusky doe lay under the girl's window, her slender head with its long nose and great ears raised in the darkness, sniffing the damp night air but otherwise she lay still, her vision focused inward, linking, seeing. She could not understand what she saw but it was of no matter. She saw shapes, movements, heard the words and cries and whispered threats, and these she linked to her spirit companion, the young shaman who lay in a wake-sleep state on his sleeping bag in the dark hayloft of the homestead barn.

The girl was young, too young, barely nine years old. The priest, her family priest for all those years and more, was holding her against his bulging belly, his fat hands fondling her thin legs under her summer dress. She sat pinned on his lap, facing him, feeling his rough hands on her, moving, touching. She could smell his rancid breath, see his greedy eyes, and she sobbed a quiet protest.

"Please," she sobbed, "let me go. I won't say anything. I'm sorry I didn't know the lesson. You asked a different question than the ones we studied; I don't know that answer but I'll study more, I'll get it right."

"No, young Mari, you'll have to do better. I'm not punishing you, but I must move the spirit into you. I must chasten your small body and stir your obedience. Trust my hands and my holy person to move the spirit into you; you'll come to understand the special feelings. Your body will begin to tell you when it's right..."

Graydon turned his mind away; he could feel her revulsion building, and worse, he could feel her innocence being drowned in a flood of guilt. "I must be bad, a bad girl, or I wouldn't be here. Father Bernard wouldn't be doing this, he wouldn't touch a good girl like this ... If I studied harder..."

He followed her dreams. Not dreams, nightmares. A series of fragmentary glimpses, horror followed by horror, a girl trapped in a family tradition of Sunday services and Sunday school and church picnics and outings and a long summer camp where Father Bernard followed. Glimpses of afternoon "chastening sessions" in Father Bernard's office; an evening of painful invasion in Father Bernard's cabin at church camp; rough-handed groping and violations tumbling one after another in her serial nightmares.

Graydon knew, after several evenings of sharing her nightmares, that the horror had spanned several years, not ending until the day she could endure no more and she confessed everything to her parents.

"I'LL KILL THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!" Frank screamed, punching his fist against the bedroom wall. Marilee shivered and shrank against the pillow on her bed where she'd been sitting as she sobbed, confessing the horrible things she'd "done" with Father Bernard. It was her fault, she said. She caused it. She just couldn't get all her lessons right, and she needed to be chastened, she explained. But it felt wrong and it frightened her and she couldn't do it anymore. She had tried to make him stop, but he threatened that her disobedience would be an evil that would harm herself and her family. Especially her family, the priest threatened. Her disobedience would cause her to be taken from her family. He threatened that her parents would be excommunicated and everyone in her family would descend into Hell. Despite his threats she could endure no more. She would not go to church and Father Bernard, no, never again.

Madeline sat on the bed, reaching out to her thirteen year old daughter, horrified that Marilee must have endured years of abuse at the hands of their most trusted family institution. Madeline's face, streaked with tears, was frozen in a white mask, her mind paralyzed with conflict: disbelief, betrayal, revulsion, grief, fear, all bound together in a tight knot that threatened to cause her to vomit in disgust on her daughter's bedroom floor.

Frank felt no such paralysis. He clenched his fists and held his arms frozen in mid-air. He had struck the wall and screamed his rage. He looked to his terrified wife and daughter; he saw his duty to provide assurance and comfort to them, not to terrorize them by indulging his rage against the walls of their home.

"God! Holy Mother of God! Holy Jesus born of Mary, what have we done to offend God that He would let loose this monster against our child!"

It was the longest, most terrible night, one they never dreamed in their darkest nightmares could ever visit them; once visited upon them, it became a corruption of faith and authority.

"You monstrous spawn of Satan who professes to wear the cloth of our Church and speak in the name of our Saviour, you miserable Hell spawn ... How DARE you put your hands on my child!"

Frank stood, shaking with rage, in the Priest's office, his large hands gripping the edge of the massive carved desk lest he leap over it and strangle the life from the fat-bellied, robed caricature of a human being sitting in the oversized chair.

"Your child? You accuse ME of touching your child?! I certainly did no such thing, Mr. Jacobs. In all my years as priest in this church, I have never done such a thing. It is YOUR child who tells damnable lies, Mr. Jacobs. She has been a headstrong and willful child, slow to obey and quick to neglect her lessons!

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When I got to the student council meeting, it was as if the negativity that was coursing throughout my body was some kind of atmospheric event that plagued the entire school. Even in my state of shakiness and numbness over what I had done, I couldn’t avoid noticing that the mood of the entire council had gone down. Nevertheless, instead of asking around before the council began, all I could do was find a seat and slump into it. “You okay?” the concerned voice of Megan asked. I looked over to...

Becky Loves Cum Pt2

It has been nearly a week since Becky gave me her first blow job. We had to make sure Patty didn't get suspicious. Becky seemed to spend more time with me than her grandmother which was causing some friction between us. I kept reminding her that she loves the outdoors. She doesn't like to be cooped up in a house all day. She understood that, but was still upset that she didn't do things with grandma. "Do you want to send her home!?" I asked hoping to stop the bickering."For Heaven's sake no. I...

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The tears in his eyes and the look of fear on his face almost made it seem like he didn’t really want the severe assfucking he was about to get. Truth of the matter was, he had wanted it all along. He wanted to see his white slut wife get fucked like a cheap whore in front of him; he wanted a Black man to shoot his hot load of sticky cum in her wet cunt and dirty asshole. It had always been his fantasy to lick her well-fucked, loose pussy after she had been fucked her a group of Black male...

Libby Left Her Penis Home

Libby sighed happily when she woke up to a bright sunny day, but her good mood was short lived. "Did I forget to set it? The alarm didn't go off! Damn, I'll be late for work again!" she shook her head. "That's what I get for trusting an antique!" she grabbed the nearly one hundred year old first generation iPad and flung it across the room. "And today is the big meeting! They warned us attendance is mandatory!" The thirty-six year old blonde looked down at her sheets and groaned....

Ture Video booth adventure

My husband and I went to a German video store that had a few booths in the back. I wore a cotton flowery dress with a lace front covering my boobs and again, nothing underneath. We walked a around the shop looking at the videos and toys. There were four guys shopping around and a older lady as the shop clerk. The guys acted as if they didn't noticed that I had unlaced the top part of my dress. I entered the largest of the booths with my husband but left the door partly open. I popped...

In Loco Parentis

I had been waiting for the call all evening, but I had expected it much earlier. Around 7 p.m. my wife had dropped our daughter Cindy and her friend and "temporary sister" Angie off at a parentally-supervised middle school party. It was my assignment to pick them after a few hours of soda, chips, and perhaps a few games of innocent "spin the bottle." When Cindy finally called at almost 11 p.m., I knew something was wrong. In the background I heard loud music and loud male voices. In short,...

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I love my dearly parents, but after five days standing them at home hanging around, I needed a break and a good fuck.They had come to visit me from Buenos Aires, but now I could not stand them another more day around…That afternoon they both went out to visit some friends living in a near city and that was enough for me and my loving husband.While I was packing some clothes in our bedroom, Victor came inside and walked up behind me, rubbing his cock into my ass. He kissed my neck and wrapped...

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“This isn’t bad for school food, I must say,” Laura Van Pham expressed a little surprise now. “Yeah, well, it helped that I changed some of its properties. The wonders of my new powers, you know. From now on, all of the food here will be this good. So, tell me, babe, would you like to head my new security service, something like the Secret Service crossed with the Swiss Guard and a few other such organizations? You’d be my top security officer, bar none. How does that grab you?” I asked...

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