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  “Satan, the man, the one you are supposed to be keeping me safe from? He’s here. He has come for me!”

  Elizabeth, trying to display a sudden posture of bravery she didn’t quite feel, moved in on the sister.

  “How is that even possible? This is supposed to be a house of God. How the hell did he get in here?”

  “Language, Ms. Cromwell!” Theresa scolded. “You watch your mouth in these halls. Now, if you would calm down and come with me, I will show you that nothing is amiss in this house of God.”

  The panic started to return. Elizabeth’s anxiety spiked and she felt a very raw survival instinct that sank all the way down to her toes. The arousal all but forgotten, she was ready to fight now. She would fight. For every woman that wasn’t strong enough before—she wouldn’t be taken and she would end this bullshit.

  “NO! I will not go back in there. The priest and the other sister were─” She paused. Elizabeth brushed her sweaty palms over her jeans and felt the heat rise to her cheeks once more. “They were fornicating in your oh-so-Godly house. Explain that to me, SISTER!”

  She inflected the last word. The mother superior didn’t startle once at her admission.

  How—odd.

  Elizabeth started to go on high alert. Why wouldn’t something like people fucking in the church startle a damned woman of the cloth?

  She felt those strong fingers digging into her upper arms. A whimper escaped as she tried to pull away, but the oddly iron grip kept her in place.

  “Look at me now, young lady,” Theresa demanded.

  Startled by the motherly demand, she pinned her gaze with the mother superior’s. The woman gave her a hard shake as she started to explain.

  “The devil can corrupt your mind no matter where you rest. This was his way of trying to draw you out into the world where his minions play without boundaries. Any one of them could be lying in wait to grab you and bring you to him. If you leave─” Theresa paused. She released Elizabeth’s arms and took a step back, smoothing her hand down the front of her habit. “Then he will win and you will be lost to the world forever.”

  Elizabeth pressed her fingers to her forehead and let out a sound of frustration. It made so much sense and yet none at all.

  You can’t trust anyone, not even the sisters. They can be corrupted just as easy as anyone on the street. After all, they are only human.

  The wise words of Jared came at her.

  She was playing a horrible game. A game that if she lost she was so totally fucked. Trying to put on a brave face, she smiled at the sister. The action felt painful, but seemed to ease the sister as her body calmed and the tension left her shoulders.

  “Now, have we had enough of this silliness? Come. Let us see to the priest, He will ease your mind.” The sister lightly nudged her towards the now closed double doors.

  Elizabeth dug in her heels. Her heart picked up pace once more. The slamming made it hard to breathe as the uncomfortably strong woman gave her a quick shove. Her hands came up as Elizabeth stumbled into the door and they came open with a light whoosh. Elizabeth reeled back into the sister as she looked around at the calm scene.

  Her eyes fluttered open and shut and she saw flashes of the nun taking it from the young, handsome priest. The devil’s cock slid down the nun’s throat and a fresh wave of heat bloomed between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, but that only made it worse. The swollen lips tingled and she stumbled forward on another nudge from the sister at her back.

  The mother superior cleared her throat and she watched as the priest turned his attentions from setting up communion to her shaking form in the doorway.

  “My goodness. What has happened to you, Ms. Cromwell? Are you hurt? You look as if you have seen a ghost.” The priest made his way down the few steps and quickly towards her.

  Elizabeth felt the warm embrace of his strong arms and fell into the comforting act. She closed her eyes tight, a sob escaping as she tried to speak.

  “I thought─” She paused.

  The broken sound of her voice seemed to be amplified in her own ears. She’d been so strong for so long that it felt good to break. Everyone needed to break from time to time. Even if it meant the devil got in a little closer.

  “She said he came to her. Ms. Cromwell crashed into me in the halls in hysterics, claiming she saw you both debauched and at the control of HIM.” The mother superior’s firm voice belied her model-like looks.

  Mother Superior Theresa, ever the strict school ma’am, nodded towards Sister Margaret setting up hymnals in the pews.

  “I’m sorry, mother. We were in no such state. That means─”

  “He got in.”

  Elizabeth’s whole body froze and she reared back away from the comfort of the arms around her. They made an attempt at restraining her as she collided with the pews and they were sent screeching against the stone flooring.

  “GET IT! It’s him! Please! Stop! Don’t you dare come any fucking closer!” she warned.

  The devil swaggered towards her. A smug smirk decorated his ridiculously handsome face as she came to stand next to the sisters and the priest.

  “Please, Elizabeth. This is Father Samuel. He is not the man who searches for you. Why would we let him in a house of God? Please child, he is here to help. Come.”

  Elizabeth shook her head. Her fear melted away into determination as she righted her spine and stood tall in the face of her imminent capture.

  “I’m not calming down. I’m not going with him. None of you can make me.”

  “Ms.─”

  Father Samuel held up a hand towards Theresa.

  “Please, let me. I understand her fear.” The dark glimmer in his gaze pinned her to the spot.

  Unlike before, she could move if she wanted. The thing was, she didn’t want to. His eyes willed her to listen to him and she slowly lowered herself to sit.

  “He has invaded your mind, my sweet Elizabeth.”

  She jerked at the endearment.

  “No, you─” Elizabeth jumped up in her seat and pointed an accusatory finger toward him.

  She dared to stab him with said finger. It did nothing. The solid steel of his chest was unharmed and unmoved.

  “No one else calls me that! Only HE called me that! You will not have me, you sick fucking evil bastard! I will not be yours to rape and discard! Get the fuck out of here or I will! I’m going to find a way out! Do you understand me?” With each exclamation she stabbed her finger into his powerful chest. She could feel the heat and muscle ripple against her now sore fingertip.

  Elizabeth panted hard. Her chest rose and fell. All the while, that smirk remained and he looked very calm. Before she could register what he was doing, one hand cupped her cheek and the other grabbed her wrist in a death grip.

  She sucked in a deep breath and yanked. It was useless. He had her, he wasn’t letting her go.

  “Sweet Elizabeth, he has gotten in so deep. The devil can be whoever he wants. He is the god of the underworld. A ruler of evil in his own right.” As he spoke in his deep calming rumble, he brushed his thumb back and forth over her cheek.

  She leaned into the touch. A sense of ease and calm filled her limbs, and made her toes and fingertips tingle.

  “We are going to catch him. You have no fear here in this house. Now, Mother Theresa, take our sweet one to bed. It has been a hard day. Now that we know he has come for her, we will set precautions into place.”

  Looking back down at Elizabeth, he leaned forward and pressed a long, firm kiss to her forehead. Liquid heat filled her body and she could have melted to the floor then and there. A whimper escaped her lips as Theresa came for her, slowly guiding her out of the church.

  “Sweet dreams, my sweet one.”

  Turning back to him, she watched him wink, and when the lid flashed open she watched the red flow flicker then die before he turned away from her.

  She was powerless.

  It was him.

  Everyone was against her.


  She had no way out.

  And this night—she would be lost to whatever he had done to her in her dreams.

  Please, someone, help me.

  Chapter Four

  With each passing moment of the dreamless sleep, you are at my mercy.

  Relaxing in the chair by her bed, Asmodeus sat, his legs parted and Mother Theresa bobbing her head slowly up and down his aching shaft. It wasn’t the Victoria Secret model, at his engorged member which made it hard and stiff. No, it was Elizabeth, sleeping soundly, dressed in tank top and cami-knickers under a soft sheer sheet.

  Breathing hard, Asmodeus watched her chest rise, the pin prick nipples pressing against the cotton. Moving his fingers in slow deliberate ways, the sheet slipped from her body. The wet patch between her legs made him smile, the vulva, hard and swollen, belied her nightmarish thoughts. Mother Theresa sucked on his head, purple and rigid against her warm, wet tongue.

  Gripping a fistful of her hair, he twisted her head and forced her to look at him.

  “Thank you for bringing her to me; you shall have your reward. Now, though, I need to be alone with my Elizabeth.”

  “Yes, Master.” She licked her lips, smiled at him, and left.

  Asmodeus got to his feet and slipped onto the bed, sitting by Elizabeth’s side.

  “Let’s go somewhere more exotic.”

  The scene changed around them both. Windows let in light from all four corners, and only four six-inch-thick columns held up the room. It overlooked a beach. The soft waves lapped at the golden sand. People dressed in nothing but their skin fornicated outside, performing the most delicious acts─in his mind anyway.

  Elizabeth lay on the bed, soft furs hugging her flesh. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, his breath increasing as he watched her, chest rising, her eyes rolling beneath her lids. All this was a dream to her, lost in it all, unable to control her own destiny.

  He touched her skin, allowing his warm fingers to explore every inch of her hip. It reminded him of a glorious landscape as his hand rolled across the wave of her silky curves. A sigh escaped her lips. Her tongue slipped through the seam and licked, desperately trying to moisten the dryness. With a tight pull on her thigh, he rolled her onto her back, dragging his fingers down to her pubic hair, his manicured nails catching on the delicate threads. Her legs opened for him, her eyes still tightly closed. Using his middle and forefinger, he parted her labia, the tantalizing wetness coating the tips.

  “Live the dream, Elizabeth. Open your eyes and serve your one true Master.”

  As she slowly lifted her eyelids, her eyes wide, his finger slipped in her pussy. Her body responded, grinding against his thick digit. Her ass pressed into the warm fur.

  “Good girl. Feel it. Take it. Look around. See how your minions love you, their mistress.”

  Slipping a second finger inside her, he guided her gaze with his eyes, looking to the large windows. The naked people outside were now pressed hard against the glass. Weeping pussies and hard, wet dicks left streaks and riverlets as they squirmed and fucked, trying to get a look at Elizabeth.

  Her moans filled the room and Asmodeus smiled. “They love you. They adore you, just as I do. They can see and they can admire your body and beauty. Only I can taste you and devour your sexuality as they watch and crave from outside.”

  Elizabeth wriggled and fucked his finger, taking it deep. The noise, the smacking of hands and flesh against the glass increased. Voices beckoned her, pleaded to her to rise from her bed in order for them to see.

  Asmodeus pulled away, sucking on her juices, licking his wet finger. He undressed, slowly and carefully folding his dark suit and placing it on the chair. Outside, the noise rose higher as they cheered him. Elizabeth bit her lip at his nude form, reaching out for him, for his huge cock.

  “Patience, little one.” The devil laughed, walking around the room, trailing his finger along the glass, leaving a trail of Elizabeth’s juices in its wake. Hungry mouths and dirty tongues licked at the slick snail-like trail.

  “Please.”

  “What is it, Elizabeth?”

  “I want you.”

  “Do you?”

  “How do you want it?”

  “Hard, fast, rough. I want you to fuck me hard, in my cunt, my ass and my mouth. I want you to make me yours.”

  Asmodeus stroked his cock. “All in good time, sweet Elizabeth. First we must keep our subjects entertained. Spread your legs wide for them, show them the heavenly delights of your cunt.”

  Elizabeth shifted and spread her legs, gripping her ankles to support them.

  “Such a perfect vista.” He sat between her legs and slipped two fingers in her tight grip.

  She writhed against him, pushing him deeper.

  Asmodeus pushed his fingers deep and hard, curling them upwards to hit that tender spot. He dipped his head and flicked her clit, licking and flicking it quickly. She stirred beneath his attention and came within seconds. He growled as her juices flowed around his fingers. He tasted her again.

  “Do you think I can make you squirt, my sweet?”

  Elizabeth looked in his eyes.

  “Please, my Lord. Please try.”

  Asmodeus puckered his lips and allowed saliva to drop in a long trail down onto her slit. Using his finger, he dragged it down over her quivering anus. He slid it inside, opening her with some force, slipping in a second finger. Next he slipped the index and forefinger of the same hand in her pussy. He fucked her.

  Elizabeth’s body was his now. She fucked him back as he drove his hand forward and backward. He watched her, he felt her relent before him, lost in his actions. She screamed and writhed, with no control but him. His mind and body pushed hers to the limit. The connection was fluid and direct. He could feel every heartbeat, every blood cell, the nerves sending sexual signals to her brain. She was going to come. With his free hand he reached for her left breast, squeezing it hard, the nipple like a hard stone against his palm. Everything became one and Elizabeth’s sex exploded as she came hard, squirting a spray against the glass. Asmodeus gave no quarter and kept on his relentless attack, assaulting her tortured holes with vigor, making her come once more. Again the glass was splattered with her juices, running down the pane. The outsiders scrambled, licking at the trail from the other side, desperate to taste it.

  “Now you have come, you must help me.” He rose and gripped his cock with dripping fingers. It grew hard in seconds, curling upwards slightly, the three ridges on the shaft hardening like steel. “On your knees, Elizabeth.”

  The bodies outside now pushed and clamored to the glass, leaving not an inch of free space as they tried to see.

  Asmodeus clenched his buttocks as Elizabeth settled before him, her hand gripping him tightly. His cock felt like molten metal. She licked him and he growled out loud. Her lips pursed against his swollen knob, her tongue slipped to the slit and opened it. Grabbing her hair, he held her and forced his cock deeper. Her lips traveled over each of the protruding ridges, each one ultra-sensitive to the touch of her wondrous mouth. Behind him, the horde cheered and banged on the glass.

  He didn’t know she was so talented. How could he? She was a virgin. Where had she learned all this? Watching porn, no doubt. Or maybe she was a natural, the talent an inbred DNA thread on the women’s side of her family.

  Her mouth slipped up and down his length, and he forced her head down on him.

  “Grab my ass, part my cheeks, push a finger of each hand in my anus. Do it!”

  Elizabeth looked up at him, to be met by his determined gaze. Her hands moved, fingernails digging into his buttocks, parting them.

  “Yes, do it, like that. Fingers now, slide them in.”

  His tight, puckered hole felt the sharp nails scratch and push as they slid inside him.

  Asmodeus shouted loud. It sounded like a monster’s roar as it echoed in the glass room.

  “Suck it, sweet one. Finger me and make me come.”

  Her hands parted him; her t
iny index fingers probed him, spreading him as her mouth devoured his devilish cock.

  The pounding on the glass intensified as Elizabeth’s sexual deeds drove his body to the edge. The heat pulsed through him, riding through his demon veins. The black blood boiled, the flesh vibrated, his seed pumped and shot into her throat as her fingers scratched at his asshole.

  “Fuck yes.”

  Elizabeth sank back, his seed dripping in long tendrils from the tip of his still-hard cock to her lips and her chin. It slowly slipped down her neck, flowing to her breasts and belly, making her skin shine.

  “My sweet, are you enjoying your dream?” He tilted her head, raising her eyes to meet his.

  She had to swallow and scoop the demon seed aside, licking her fingers before answering.

  “I want it. I want them to see.”

  Asmodeus laughed and pulled her up, leading her to the nearest window. The power he had always enthralled him. Oh, the things he could do, to anyone, to everyone, to her.

  The outsiders went wild as he pushed her into the glass. They fought each other to get close as her breasts squashed flat, her nipples rubbing the cold surface. She moaned and sighed at the touch but those hard pearls seemed to go further, morphing through the pane. The nearest outsider flicked his tongue at them; another bit and gripped one. She screamed at the sexual pain as the devil pushed her more and others fought to get a taste.

  Asmodeus grabbed her wrists in one hand and held her tight. He stroked his shaft, spanking it hard on her buttocks, making her squeal in delight. Without warning, he eased his cock in her pussy. He heard the sharp intake of breath as Elizabeth felt the huge appendage stretch her and penetrate her deep. He didn’t wait; he fucked her hard, without preparing her, pounding her with a roughness she had earlier requested. Her face rested against the glass sideways on. Her eyes faced the roaring crowd outside, all the people now gathered like a rampaging mob to the one window, all gagging to get a taste of her exposed nipples. They argued, they fought, ripping, maiming and scratching, all eager to get one lick of her sensitive nubs.