A creepy erotic story
written by:
Wendy

Jenny found her way to the occult section of the public library. Although she was a raised with a strong Christian upbringing, at 18 she was interested in learning all she could about the world and its various religions and cultures. The occult section wasn't large but it did have variety. She glanced at the books on ESP, witchcraft, clairvoyance, channeling, even chupacabras. None of the subjects seemed interesting enough for a whole 5 page report. Then on the bottom shelf at the very end of the row she noticed a large book which didn't look like any of the others. The jacket was made of hand bound leather and looked very old. Stamped on the cover in red was the title Incubus: Being a History of the Demonica Sexualis. "What the hell was this?" There was no publisher or any of the other defining characteristics of modern books. It looked very old, as if it had been hand written by monks in careful, old English type. The volume contained pictures as well, either hand drawn or etched in fine detail woodcuts.

The first picture was of the author, Herman Von Lichtenstein. He was dressed in what looked like puritan garb, with a heavy lace collar and a stern, acetic expression. The first page was a warning. It read, "whosoever as opens this book must be of strong of heart, pure of mind and steadfast in their devotion to the Lord. What follows be no ordinary book but a living history and record of the most retched and depraved creature ever to prey on human weakness. Be warned, Incubus Demonicus walks in shadow and sleeps through time, awaking quickly when aroused.

This was what she had been looking for. All the scary warnings did nothing but whet her adolescent appetite for things taboo and forbidden. She quickly gathered her things and hurried to check out the book.

At 5:00pm her family was just getting home from their day. Her mother a tall, dark haired and still beautiful women, was working on dinner. Her younger sister Claire was setting the table and her father was on the lazy boy in front of the television unwinding after a long day at the office. She closed the door softly so as not to be noticed, hoping she could sneak back to her room and dig into the new book before anyone was the wiser. But quickly turning the corner to escape down the hall, the sound of her mother's voice stopped her abruptly.

"Jenny is that you.", her mother called.

"Yea it's me."

"Why don't you come in here honey and help your sister set the table. We're gonna eat soon."

"Ok, mom. I'm coming."

Slinging her heavy backpack and herself onto the bed with a terrific sigh, she stared at the ceiling wondering when, if ever, she would be old enough to move out, go to college, get a boy friend and eat dinner when she wanted and where she wanted. She saw herself as much wiser and precocious than her friends. Waiting until she was eighteen just seemed like a mundane detail.

"Jenny we need your help in here.", her mom yelled.

"Alright i'm coming."

This evening was like every other school night. She ate dinner, cleaned the kitchen and did her homework. But tonight it just seemed to take that much longer. She couldn't quite get her mind off that book. It was like finding some long lost treasure. After staring at her Trig for an hour with little success, she told everyone she was off to bed a little early.

Jenny was a good looking girl. Although she didn't have a boyfriend yet it wouldn't be long. A little embarrassed of her larger than normal breasts, she often wore big sweaters to hide them. Yet she had taken a fancy to wearing sexy bras and panties from Victoria's Secret. No one saw them but her, of course. She just loved the way the soft fabric clung to her skin. Although occasionally the satin cloth would ride just right between the seam of her jeans and her clit that she would get very turned on and wet and have to sneak into her room to masturbate. She had only discovered masturbation in the last year. Since then she had taken quite a liking to orgasms. Because of a religious upbringing, she felt ashamed of doing it but found she couldn't stop, the naughtiness of it all turning her on even more.

She removed her shirt bra and pants, threw on a tee shirt and curled up in bed with her new book. She was careful to make sure the door was locked, as she was certain her mother would be upset to learn that she had brought home a book on the occult. The book began with an explanation of the Incubus. It was a creature, male or female which looked like a human, although the picture in the book looked more like a nosferatu from one of those old german vampire movies Jenny had seen on TV. The creature had large eyes, as it was nocturnal. It's head was bald and its ears were long. The image gave Jenny the creeps. The book went on to say that these creatures of the night would prey on females while they slept. It was said they could sense one's innermost thoughts and guarded sexual fantasies. Moreover, they would infect the victims dreams, luring them toward illicit thoughts and a life of sexual depravity. The next page showed a picture of a woman sleeping in an antique bed. Her face was contorted in pure sexual ecstasy. Both of her legs were spread across the bed. It appeared that a Incubus was between them giving her pleasure. Although the picture was creepy, Jenny couldn't help but feel a little turned on seeing the woman in such a forbidden position.

The caption beneath the picture said that Incubus's fed nightly on the sexual juices of aroused women. They would take as much as they could from them before leaving them in such a state of exhaustion and ecstacy as not even to remember what had happened. As Jenny read these words she unconsciously let her hand slide underneath the sheet and under her moist panties. As she read on, her nimble fingers began making little circles around her hardening clit. The next picture was even more graphic. She hardly believed they were allowed to print these sorts of things back then. What appeared to be the same woman was still in a state of ecstasy. But this time the Incubus had his penis inside the woman. Jenny studied the picture. She could plainly see him inserting it. Her hand began to move a little faster under her panties. She was getting turned on. She began to wonder what it would feel like to have that done to her. She looked at the woman again. This time she was not a sleep. It appeared that she was in some kind of trance and that the Incubus had charmed her. Her eyes were completely open in compliance. In fact, she was guiding the creature's penis inside her. The caption read: "Finally, after the creature has fed enough nights, and the woman is ready for her final transformation, the demon fills her womb with his seed. Alas, this is her wish. She has been prepared over many nights of sin. But the seed does not bring about a child. Rather the evil semen will spread throughout her body, invading her mind. She will then be forever his slave, a demonic slut to do his bidding and spread his infection. She will go about luring other girls, even their mothers to become his slaves, his wanton sluts.

Jenny was simultaneously repulsed and hot as hell. Her little fingers made furious circles around her clit, slipping downward to feel her wetness and return to her engorged clit with her slick juices. Something about seeing a woman in such a vulnerable position turned her on. And that word...."Slut" resounded in her mind like a hot whisper. It had a ring to it. And yet she knew girls at school who were called that. Did they spread their legs like this too? Oh and did it feel as good as it looked. She grasped the book tighter, her body tensing. She read on out loud to the rhythm of her hand, "Never shall these words be said out loud by human tongue, for their incantation will bring great terror.

Substantivisch scheint afar Luc Zu einem vorausgesetzten afdojan Acc nur von der Zeit Sich verführen lassen And with that she could hold it no longer. Jenny came harder than she had ever come before, the book falling out of her hands and onto the floor. Just then she heard her mom at the door trying the handle.

"Are you OK in there honey"

"Uh yea mom, I just tripped", she managed to get out as normally as she could.

She quickly hid the book beneath her bed and unlocked the door.

"Oh honey I heard a strange sound. I thought maybe you'd hurt yourself.", her mother said a little suspiciously.

"No I just tripped over some clothes on the floor. Guess it's time to clean my room."

"I should say so. But not right now. You need to get to bed. It's nearly midnight young lady. You've got school tomorrow."

"I know mother. I'm not a child anymore."

" No you're becoming quite a women."

"Mom!"

"Ok, I'll leave you alone. Sleep well."

"You too Mom. Good night"

With that she closed the door and flopped back on the bed.

"Oh my god that was close. I have to be more careful. How did I get so carried away.", Jenny thought to herself. "And where is that damn book."

She got down and looked under the bed but it wasn't there. Casting her eyes around the room, she finally saw it sitting on the night stand beside her.

"Right in front of me. I could have sworn I put it under the bed. Well I can't have old world porn sitting around in the open can I. What's gotten in to me?"

With that she lifted her mattress and put the book underneath. Falling back into bed and pulling the covers around her, Jenny fell right to sleep, new thoughts and images waiting for her mind to relax and open.

Jan Wallace went about cleaning the house as she always did. Her daughters were at school and her husband was at the office. She pulled the vacuum into Jenny's room and began picking up the clothes which always seemed to be on the floor. Her daughter had certainly been acting strange lately. She wondered if she should have "the talk" with her soon. While picking up clothes she decided it was time to do the laundry as well. After she put the clothes in the hamper, she turned to the bed. Lifting the mattress to remove the fitted sheet, she caught a glimpse of something brown. Dropping the laundry, she pulled up the mattress to see an old leather bound book. "What was this? Boys hide skin magazines and girls hide antiques?

She read the title and became quite interested. She opened an odd page with a weird picture. It showed a women in her bed with her legs spread wide open, her hand obviously at work between her legs, her breasts exposed. But behind the women, peering in through the window, was an ugly creature watching, perhaps controlling somehow, the women on the bed. Its long tongue was displayed grotesquely. Jan wondered what the hell her daughter was doing with this satanic book. Jan turned the page over. The next picture was even worse. The creature was now in the room . The women's legs were wide open with a full view of her sex. The creature was stooped down between her legs. It appeared that his long disgusting tongue was deep inside the helpless women, like a bat sucking the nectar from a night flower. Jan couldn't believe her eyes. Her daughter wouldn't read stuff like this. The caption beneath the picture read, "Every woman will spread her legs for the Incubus's tongue, for he brings pleasure and ecstasy to all who look into his eyes."

"Boy, it's been awhile since anybody gave me ecstasy like that." , Jan said to herself as she unconsciously let her hand move down her thighs. She studied the eyes of the creature in the book. They were big and somehow inviting, even in the picture. She stared at the long tongue inserted in the woman's vagina. How would that feel, she wondered? She imagined that hot fleshy tongue licking the walls of her pussy, reaching in deep enough to touch her cervix. She wondered how much juice she could give him.

"What the hell am I doing? This is sick."

She quickly removed her hand from between her legs. "I must be going crazy.", she thought. She grabbed the book and took it into her room for safe keeping, placing it in her underwear drawer where no one would see it. She would take this bizarre issue up with Jenny tonight. But how would she approach her. They had never really had a serious mother - daughter sex talk. A sense of unease invaded her mind.

Jan Wallace had never been a fan of pornography. The one time her husband had brought a video tape home, she had made him get rid of it. The whole idea of watching other people have sex not only offended her, it pissed her off that her husband would want to see other women while they had sex. Suffice to say, Mr. Wallace didn't get any that night. But despite disposition she couldn't seem to get those images out of her mind. They were burned into her brain. And as she vacuumed the house she caught her self meditating on the them. She could see those big empty inviting eyes staring at her, looking inside her. Empty as space. Deep as infinity. And that woman...she seemed to be so turned on. Jan imaged she was in that room. God she was getting hot. Every time she passed her room she wanted to take out the sacrilegious book and have another peak. It was like it was calling to her. Finally, she justified it in her mind. She needed to study that foul thing to better understand why her precious daughter had been hiding it. In her heart she knew her motives were purely selfish.

Her stomach was tied in knots of anticipation as she slowly slid her panty drawer open to reveal the brown leather book. Somehow she felt like she was doing what the book wanted. She lay down on the bed and opened to a page somewhere in the middle. Immediately her hand went down beneath her pants to where her anxious pussy awaited her deft fingers. She wanted to see the big eyes of the Incubus again. She wanted see his long devilish tongue. Strangely, the first page she turned to featured a drawing of its face. It was as if it was looking at her. Her fingers began to make little circles beneath her denim. The word below the picture beckoned her. Again it said, "Every woman will spread her legs for the Incubus's tongue, for he brings pleasure and ecstasy to all who look into his eyes." The words were like a strange drug in her mind as she repeated them again. A glaze began to form on her eyes and her brain. "Look deeper into the eyes of the Incubus. He alone holds the keys to the pleasures of your flesh. Let him inside you." Unconsciously, Jan Wallace, mother of two and devoted wife, was slipping into a sexual trance. It went on, "Call to him. Call to him now by reading the incantation."

Substantivisch scheint afar Luc Zu einem vorausgesetzten afdojan Acc nur von der Zeit Sich verführen lassen Although it was in a foreign and forgotten tongue, Jan found that the words formed effortlessly on her breath. And as the last syllable of the last word left her lips Jan climaxed and passed out.

When she awoke, the sky outside was dark. The red numbers of the digital alarm clock read 5:11pm. Where had the afternoon gone? She remembered coming in here for something, but what? She must have really been tired. "I have to make dinner. Everyone will be home soon." She collected herself and headed for the kitchen. As she got up, she vaguely wondered about the strange wetness between her legs.

Jenny arrived a little early from school. She was anxious to read more of the book. She shouted a quick "Hi mom, I'm home." and rushed to the privacy of her bedroom. She quietly locked the door behind her, dropped her backpack on the floor and lifted the mattress. To Jenny's horror there was nothing underneath, just some lent and dust. "Oh no.", she cried. Had her mother found the book while she was cleaning? A ball of fear began to grow in her stomach. She certainly couldn't just ask her. "Hey mom you didn't happen to find an old book full of demonic porn stuff under my mattress, did you?" Certainly not. She would have to play it cool and hope her sister Claire had moved it or something. She knew she was dead meat.

Much to Jenny's surprise, nothing became of it. Her father arrived. They all ate dinner. Everything seemed normal. Her mother did seem a little out of it though. She had a far off look in her eye all through dinner, which made Jenny a little nervous. Did she know? Jenny finally went off to bed at 10:00pm. She was aggravated that she couldn't look at her new toy. She remembered how hot she had gotten last night and craved to repeat the experience. Begrudgingly, Jenny drifted off into a half contented sleep of strange dreams.

A sliver of a moon hung in the sky over the town. It was just past 2:00am when a curious fog crept over the streets. If anyone had been awake in the sleepy neighborhood they might have seen what looked like a green mist moving over the lawns and sidewalks with an unnatural purpose. It flowed and ebbed with the energy of a living thing, as if it had a mind. It felt the energy, it heard the call and it needed to feed after so many centuries asleep, far away beneath the earth.

Jan Wallace lay next to her husband in a deep, restless sleep. In her dim dreams, a shadowy figure hunted her. She made weird sounds in her sleep and turned again and again. Something was calling her name. She couldn't tell if it came from dream or reality. "Jan Wallace", it cried in a hissing serpentine like voice. "Jan Wallace awake and come to me. You hear me and obey me."

"Yes", she said in a soft whisper "I hear you and obey."

Jan opened her eyes, trance like, they reflected none of her normal personality. They were open but did not question the sight before them. Through the window of the sliding glass door outside her bedroom stood the figure of a man: head bald, ears pointed, eyes penetrating. Jan looked into its eyes and was captured. The figure's hands made strange arcs and circles like a mime caressing an invisible body. Through the glass Jan felt those hands on her body, stroking her, toughing her. Her eyes shut in ecstasy as she arched her back in response.

"Arise and allow me entrance Jan Wallace." , it hissed in an inhuman voice.

With a devilish glint in her eyes Jan got out of bed and went to the glass door. Quietly she unlocked the door and the creature noiselessly slid it open and entered shutting it behind him. She waited, standing like a somnambulist as he reached out with long extruded fingers to grasp her about the waste and press her against him. Staring deep into her eyes, he whispered a spell in a strange tongue. "You will be mine now, my slut.", he hissed. And raising his long fingers before her eyes he began moving them as if to issue some unseen power into her mind, cementing his mastery of her will. With that she made a sighing sound and became limp in his arms her head falling back. Just then Mr. Wallace either sensing something strange or hearing the voices, began to stir. The creature took one look at him in the bed, and raising his hand in the air again and spoke an incantation which would made him sleep. Her husband was now powerless and too deep in sleep to stop what was happening.

Jan now stood up and began walking as if by silent orders out of the room and towards the living room. The creature followed close behind closing the door to her bedroom. Briefly, it peered into Jenny's room, and then Claire's, shutting the doors to both. First he would transform their mother, but later he would have them too. Jan stood helplessly in front of the couch, swaying back and forth slightly. Her eyes were half open, unseeing. Again the creature slinked up to her and captured the housewife in his evil embrace, causing her to stir and moan slightly. With long fingers he gently pulled her head up so she could look deep into his eyes. For an instant there was fear in her eyes. Jan remembered the book and what had happened earlier that day. Her mind began to scream that this could not be happening. She tried to resist but her limbs didn't want to respond. She tried to pull away from his grasp but he held her tight. She must get away from those eyes. An evil smile formed upon his lips. "My dear Mrs. Wallace, you and your daughter have summoned me. Did you not pleasure yourself today to my image?"

In horror, Jan realized it was true. How could some stupid peasant legend be true. How could she have known.

"Don't be frightened.", he said. "You will love becoming my concubine. Your pussy yearns for it." And with that his long fingers reached down and again began to move and gyrate with their invisible power. Although he didn't touch her, she could feel his power begin to manipulate her sex. It was like beams of pleasure shooting through her pussy. It was getting harder to resist. Sensing her wavering fear, he pulled her night gown up above her waist. Jan could feel the wetness growing in her panties. Again the creature focused her energy on her sex, but with more ferocity this time. The house wife's panties simply fell down her leg, exposing her.

"Now my sweet, I will feed on your sweet juices. And you will give them to me willingly. Won't you?"

Jan could resist no longer. She was too hot. "Yes", she gasped.

"Your sweet pussy belongs to me now doesn't it?" , he said.

"Yes it belongs to you." ,she complied.

"I will feed on you for several nights. Each night that passes, each time my tongue penetrates you, the more you will become my slut and the farther you will get from yourself. You will crave my tongue night and day and you will do anything to get it. Finally, I will transform you into my slave. You will help me seduce your daughter . Jenny is already on the path and I will begin her corruption soon. The true horror of what was happening became clear. Jan reeled from his words. Her two sweet daughter turned into young sluts and willing whores for this monster. But in betrayal of her horror she found the words "slut" and "whore" somehow appealing. These were her last thoughts as she fell back onto the couch to begin a long night of orgasms, her body nothing more than a vessel to supply the juice the monster craved.

Jenny lifted the giant ring on the door and let it fall with a loud, hollow thud. After a few seconds she could hear slow but determined footsteps echoing inside. The sound of an unfastening lock made a clinking sound and the great door gave way. A tall, rather old, Vincent Price looking fellow peered at her through the opening.

"Ah, Jennifer Wallace. You're right on time," said the butler. "Won't you come inside."

Jenny did as he suggested. Inside was a spectacle of wealth and antiquity. Although the room was lit with soft candle light, she could make out furniture, tapestries and paintings from almost every era.

"May I take your coat? Right this way my lady. Dinner is about to start," he said.

The butler led her through a series of similarly decorated rooms and hallways, each more luxurious than the last. She could hear the sounds of distant laughter and voices coming from somewhere in the house. Finally, they came to a door where the voices were coming from. With grace and perfect form, the butler opened the door and gave a half bow. "Won't you join us at the table?" Suddenly the room grew as quiet as a church and the conversations stopped.

Jenny didn't quite know what to think of the scene before her. In front of her was very long table. In fact, it was the longest table Jenny had ever seen. Seated all around was a throng of costumed men and women. It looked like the revel of Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. They all wore masks and costumes. Some of the masks were adorned with exotic feathers. Some wore a permanent, ceramic smile. The clothes were even stranger. The costumes all seemed to be an assortment of sheer stocking, feather, fur, or leather. Everywhere, there was flesh exposed, some camouflaged with painted designs. The whole table was littered with fruits, crackers, cheese, wine goblets, a stuffed pig and an assortment of fine condiments.

"Won't you sit down Ms. Wallace," the butler said pulling out the chair at the end of the table closest to her. The waiter's polished appearance and perfect grace was in sharp contrast to the guests' Dionysian behavior. Yet he appeared stoic and unaffected. Jenny took her seat. She felt nervous and on edge at the end of the table, as if she was somehow the center of attention. The minutes seemed like hours as the room had remained dead silent since her arrival. One chair sat empty at the opposite end of the table, the head of the table. She had the sense everyone was awaiting the arrival of someone.

Finally, a tall, handsome man with slick, black hair and strong features appeared through a door on the opposite side of the room. He was dressed in a tuxedo and had all the airs and confidence of a king holding court. Somehow he looked very familiar. The butler pulled out his chair and he took his seat at the head of the table. Everyone waited in anticipation for him to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming to this most exciting occasion. We have a very special guest tonight. Ms. Jennifer Wallace has graciously offered to join us. I'm sure you will all find her very...entertaining," the man said. Something about the way he said "entertaining" gave Jenny a shiver. She looked down in embarrassment, knowing that whole room was staring at her. "Come, I propose a toast to Jennifer," he said. He was looking straight at her with his penetrating eyes. Even from across the room she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Taking a cue from those around her, Jenny took the goblet full of wine in front of her and lifted it in the air. Then she brought it to her lips and drank deep the best wine she ever tasted, feeling the rich organic liquid settling down her throat and warming her stomach. Returning her glass to the table she noticed everyone was still watching her as if something was about to happen. Indeed the wine had been sweet and good. As the man began to talk, it was becoming more and more difficult to understand him. She felt as though the sound was coming from far away. Jenny shook her head a bit to try and snap out of it. Just then she felt as though her limbs were lined with lead. She tried to move an arm but could not muster the will power. Her eyes became heavy and half - closed and her mind grew increasingly numb. What unfolded before her, was a blur of images and sensations.

The guest began to reach across the table for partners. Most were on the table kissing and embracing. Hands reached inside shirts and under dresses or simply pulled off clothing and masks. Everywhere there was a confusing mixture of flesh on flesh - a woman's painted lips found another woman's lips, a man spread a woman's legs on the table and went down, one woman bobbed her head up and down a man's cock. Jenny watched with shock and excitement, powerless to move. The man at the end of table motioned for two women to bring her to him. Moments later she felt female hands caressing her skin. The women rubbed her all over, gathering hand fulls of breasts and kissing her lips and neck. Jenny found her lips opening to theirs. She felt their hot tongues in her mouth. She smelled the hot scent of animalistic sex and subtle feminine musk. Then she was being lifted out of her chair and carried to the end of the table. She was being disrobed and exposed. They laid her out on the table in front of the man. "Prepare her," the man said to the two women. Both women ran their tongues up Jenny's long thighs to where her aching pussy waited. Jenny quivered as the two seductresses' tongues licked the length of her wet slit to where her swollen clitoris awaited. They both lapped like greedy kittens, working all the angles of her sex. The strange man looked deep into her eyes all the while.

Then he called to one of the other guests, "Come get me ready for her." A woman came over and kneeled before him, pulling her mask off. Jenny looked at the woman, blinked and tried to see clearly through drug induced fog. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw that it was her mother's hands digging out his enormous cock and caressing it against her face. She was totally enthralled with it. She shot Jenny a sultry, sexy glance before wrapping her lips around it. "That's right Mrs. Wallace, you nasty little cock sucker, make me really hard. I want your little daughter here to feel its full girth when it goes in for the first time," he said. With the man's huge cock in her mom's mouth all she could get out was a muffled, but enthusiastic "mmm...hmmm" sound. Jenny couldn't believe her eyes or ears. This slut was her own mother. She was helping this guy. But, between the drugs and the orchestrations of the two women's' tongues, the idea of having that huge cock slid up her pussy began to sound pretty good. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider and began gyrating her hips to rhythm of the two women. She was so wet. She needed to feel it inside her.

"Enough," the man exclaimed. "She is ready." The women withdrew and her mother rose to his side and caressed his cock as he stood. "Do you want this Jenny?" he said.

"Yes sir," she found herself replying.

"Then take it."

With that she reached down, wrapped her fingers around the hilt and thrust her hips forward to meet the first penetration.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jenny awoke with a start as her alarm clock went off like an air raid siren. She gasped with near hyperventilation as both horror and arousal overcame her. "What the hell was that about," she cried, touching her skin to make sure she was really awake. And noticing an uncomfortable feeling in her panties, she reached down to discover the reason, "I'm all wet. How weird was that. God, I am so turned on. Normal girls have wet dreams about their boyfriends and I get that," she thought as she laid her head back onto the pillow with a long sigh and pounded the snooze button on the clock. "It's got to be that book," she thought. She wondered if she had fiddled with something that should have been left alone. But no time to ponder her superstitions now, she had to meet her friend Belle at zero period weight training at school in one hour. Putting on her robe, she went to make a quick pot of coffee before everyone else got up.

As Jenny came out of the hallway and headed toward the kitchen she could barely see the shape of someone's head over the back of the couch in the living room. As quiet as a mouse she tip toed through the room and around to the front of the couch to see who was there. It wasn't normal for anyone to sleep in the living room. But what she saw on the other side of the couch was even stranger. Her mother was sprawled out fast asleep with a blanket coiled around her. Her night gown was up near her waste and Jenny could plainly see her mother wasn't wearing any panties. One of her breasts had fallen out of her top as if the shoulder strap on the gown had been torn off. There were faint scratch marks on her back. A blissful expression was etched on her face as she slept. Jenny wanted to sneak away and pretend she hadn't seen any of this. What the hell was going on? Her mom and dad never fought like this. At least no one ever slept on the couch. And if they did, wasn't it traditionally the man who slept in the proverbial dog house? Whatever the reason, she couldn't very well leave her mother like this. What if her younger sister Claire got up and saw her. She had to cover her with the blanket or something.

Jenny gently tried to free the blanket that was coiled like a serpent around her mother. But just when she had almost freed it her mother began to rouse. She rolled over a little and mumbled something barely intelligible. It sounded like "yes.... keep going....drink it all...mmmm....hmm...yeeeess, belongs to you.....your's....mmm....your sluuu...tt....mmm."

"This is too much. I don't want to hear this," Jenny thought. Then the images of her own weird dream came back to her and echoed in her mind. For a moment she strained to remember the details. There was something, some important detail she couldn't see. That man, who was he?

"Jenny, is that you?" she heard her mom say, snapping her out of her little daydream.

"Yea it's me mom. What are you doing out here?" Jenny asked.

"I don't know. I don't remember even coming out here. I must have sleep walked or something. Wow do I feel refreshed though." she said as she stretched her arms out, cat like, in front of her. It was then that she noticed her big exposed breast. "Looks like one of my girls is out," her mother said shamelessly.

"Mom," Jenny complained. "Could you just cover up?"

"Oh honey you've seen breasts before," her mother replied, scooping both up and giving them a squeeze. Besides, they're still big and sexy, especially for a woman my age."

"Mom!" Jenny pleaded.

"Oh alright. But you shouldn't be so prudish. You should start showing yours off instead of hiding them under those sweaters all the time. The boys really like'em you know. I'll bet you'd get a boyfriend in a second with yours."

"Mother! What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing sweetie. I just feel like we never had the talk. You know... the mother - daughter sex talk. The birds and the bees"

"Yea, I know what it is mom. And you're a little late. I'm 16. I know where babies come from ok," Jenny fired back.

"I know you do honey. I just want you too be able to talk to me about these things. You're practically a grown woman now. I just don't want you to waste your young figure. You should flaunt it a little."

"Ok mom. I'm leaving now. Go back to sleep."

With that she stormed off to make some coffee, her mother eyeing her with a mischievous grin as she walked away.

Her mother had never acted like this before. What was going on? Things were getting too weird around the Wallace residence," she thought.

Jenny lifted the giant ring on the door and let it fall with a loud, hollow thud. After a few seconds she could hear slow but determined footsteps echoing inside. The sound of an unfastening lock made a clinking sound and the great door gave way. A tall, rather old, Vincent Price looking fellow peered at her through the opening.

"Ah, Jennifer Wallace. You're right on time," said the butler. "Won't you come inside."

Jenny did as he suggested. Inside was a spectacle of wealth and antiquity. Although the room was lit with soft candle light, she could make out furniture, tapestries and paintings from almost every era.

"May I take your coat? Right this way my lady. Dinner is about to start," he said.

The butler led her through a series of similarly decorated rooms and hallways, each more luxurious than the last. She could hear the sounds of distant laughter and voices coming from somewhere in the house. Finally, they came to a door where the voices were coming from. With grace and perfect form, the butler opened the door and gave a half bow. "Won't you join us at the table?" Suddenly the room grew as quiet as a church and the conversations stopped.

Jenny didn't quite know what to think of the scene before her. In front of her was very long table. In fact, it was the longest table Jenny had ever seen. Seated all around was a throng of costumed men and women. It looked like the revel of Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. They all wore masks and costumes. Some of the masks were adorned with exotic feathers. Some wore a permanent, ceramic smile. The clothes were even stranger. The costumes all seemed to be an assortment of sheer stocking, feather, fur, or leather. Everywhere, there was flesh exposed, some camouflaged with painted designs. The whole table was littered with fruits, crackers, cheese, wine goblets, a stuffed pig and an assortment of fine condiments.

"Won't you sit down Ms. Wallace," the butler said pulling out the chair at the end of the table closest to her. The waiter's polished appearance and perfect grace was in sharp contrast to the guests' Dionysian behavior. Yet he appeared stoic and unaffected. Jenny took her seat. She felt nervous and on edge at the end of the table, as if she was somehow the center of attention. The minutes seemed like hours as the room had remained dead silent since her arrival. One chair sat empty at the opposite end of the table, the head of the table. She had the sense everyone was awaiting the arrival of someone.

Finally, a tall, handsome man with slick, black hair and strong features appeared through a door on the opposite side of the room. He was dressed in a tuxedo and had all the airs and confidence of a king holding court. Somehow he looked very familiar. The butler pulled out his chair and he took his seat at the head of the table. Everyone waited in anticipation for him to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for coming to this most exciting occasion. We have a very special guest tonight. Ms. Jennifer Wallace has graciously offered to join us. I'm sure you will all find her very...entertaining," the man said. Something about the way he said "entertaining" gave Jenny a shiver. She looked down in embarrassment, knowing that whole room was staring at her. "Come, I propose a toast to Jennifer," he said. He was looking straight at her with his penetrating eyes. Even from across the room she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Taking a cue from those around her, Jenny took the goblet full of wine in front of her and lifted it in the air. Then she brought it to her lips and drank deep the best wine she ever tasted, feeling the rich organic liquid settling down her throat and warming her stomach. Returning her glass to the table she noticed everyone was still watching her as if something was about to happen. Indeed the wine had been sweet and good. As the man began to talk, it was becoming more and more difficult to understand him. She felt as though the sound was coming from far away. Jenny shook her head a bit to try and snap out of it. Just then she felt as though her limbs were lined with lead. She tried to move an arm but could not muster the will power. Her eyes became heavy and half - closed and her mind grew increasingly numb. What unfolded before her, was a blur of images and sensations.

The guest began to reach across the table for partners. Most were on the table kissing and embracing. Hands reached inside shirts and under dresses or simply pulled off clothing and masks. Everywhere there was a confusing mixture of flesh on flesh - a woman's painted lips found another woman's lips, a man spread a woman's legs on the table and went down, one woman bobbed her head up and down a man's cock. Jenny watched with shock and excitement, powerless to move. The man at the end of table motioned for two women to bring her to him. Moments later she felt female hands caressing her skin. The women rubbed her all over, gathering hand fulls of breasts and kissing her lips and neck. Jenny found her lips opening to theirs. She felt their hot tongues in her mouth. She smelled the hot scent of animalistic sex and subtle feminine musk. Then she was being lifted out of her chair and carried to the end of the table. She was being disrobed and exposed. They laid her out on the table in front of the man. "Prepare her," the man said to the two women. Both women ran their tongues up Jenny's long thighs to where her aching pussy waited. Jenny quivered as the two seductresses' tongues licked the length of her wet slit to where her swollen clitoris awaited. They both lapped like greedy kittens, working all the angles of her sex. The strange man looked deep into her eyes all the while.

Then he called to one of the other guests, "Come get me ready for her." A woman came over and kneeled before him, pulling her mask off. Jenny looked at the woman, blinked and tried to see clearly through drug induced fog. Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw that it was her mother's hands digging out his enormous cock and caressing it against her face. She was totally enthralled with it. She shot Jenny a sultry, sexy glance before wrapping her lips around it. "That's right Mrs. Wallace, you nasty little cock sucker, make me really hard. I want your little daughter here to feel its full girth when it goes in for the first time," he said. With the man's huge cock in her mom's mouth all she could get out was a muffled, but enthusiastic "mmm...hmmm" sound. Jenny couldn't believe her eyes or ears. This slut was her own mother. She was helping this guy. But, between the drugs and the orchestrations of the two women's' tongues, the idea of having that huge cock slid up her pussy began to sound pretty good. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little wider and began gyrating her hips to rhythm of the two women. She was so wet. She needed to feel it inside her.

"Enough," the man exclaimed. "She is ready." The women withdrew and her mother rose to his side and caressed his cock as he stood. "Do you want this Jenny?" he said.

"Yes sir," she found herself replying.

"Then take it."

With that she reached down, wrapped her fingers around the hilt and thrust her hips forward to meet the first penetration.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Jenny awoke with a start as her alarm clock went off like an air raid siren. She gasped with near hyperventilation as both horror and arousal overcame her. "What the hell was that about," she cried, touching her skin to make sure she was really awake. And noticing an uncomfortable feeling in her panties, she reached down to discover the reason, "I'm all wet. How weird was that. God, I am so turned on. Normal girls have wet dreams about their boyfriends and I get that," she thought as she laid her head back onto the pillow with a long sigh and pounded the snooze button on the clock. "It's got to be that book," she thought. She wondered if she had fiddled with something that should have been left alone. But no time to ponder her superstitions now, she had to meet her friend Belle at zero period weight training at school in one hour. Putting on her robe, she went to make a quick pot of coffee before everyone else got up.

As Jenny came out of the hallway and headed toward the kitchen she could barely see the shape of someone's head over the back of the couch in the living room. As quiet as a mouse she tip toed through the room and around to the front of the couch to see who was there. It wasn't normal for anyone to sleep in the living room. But what she saw on the other side of the couch was even stranger. Her mother was sprawled out fast asleep with a blanket coiled around her. Her night gown was up near her waste and Jenny could plainly see her mother wasn't wearing any panties. One of her breasts had fallen out of her top as if the shoulder strap on the gown had been torn off. There were faint scratch marks on her back. A blissful expression was etched on her face as she slept. Jenny wanted to sneak away and pretend she hadn't seen any of this. What the hell was going on? Her mom and dad never fought like this. At least no one ever slept on the couch. And if they did, wasn't it traditionally the man who slept in the proverbial dog house? Whatever the reason, she couldn't very well leave her mother like this. What if her younger sister Claire got up and saw her. She had to cover her with the blanket or something.

Jenny gently tried to free the blanket that was coiled like a serpent around her mother. But just when she had almost freed it her mother began to rouse. She rolled over a little and mumbled something barely intelligible. It sounded like "yes.... keep going....drink it all...mmmm....hmm...yeeeess, belongs to you.....your's....mmm....your sluuu...tt....mmm."

"This is too much. I don't want to hear this," Jenny thought. Then the images of her own weird dream came back to her and echoed in her mind. For a moment she strained to remember the details. There was something, some important detail she couldn't see. That man, who was he?

"Jenny, is that you?" she heard her mom say, snapping her out of her little daydream.

"Yea it's me mom. What are you doing out here?" Jenny asked.

"I don't know. I don't remember even coming out here. I must have sleep walked or something. Wow do I feel refreshed though." she said as she stretched her arms out, cat like, in front of her. It was then that she noticed her big exposed breast. "Looks like one of my girls is out," her mother said shamelessly.

"Mom," Jenny complained. "Could you just cover up?"

"Oh honey you've seen breasts before," her mother replied, scooping both up and giving them a squeeze. Besides, they're still big and sexy, especially for a woman my age."

"Mom!" Jenny pleaded.

"Oh alright. But you shouldn't be so prudish. You should start showing yours off instead of hiding them under those sweaters all the time. The boys really like'em you know. I'll bet you'd get a boyfriend in a second with yours."

"Mother! What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing sweetie. I just feel like we never had the talk. You know... the mother - daughter sex talk. The birds and the bees"

"Yea, I know what it is mom. And you're a little late. I'm 16. I know where babies come from ok," Jenny fired back.

"I know you do honey. I just want you too be able to talk to me about these things. You're practically a grown woman now. I just don't want you to waste your young figure. You should flaunt it a little."

"Ok mom. I'm leaving now. Go back to sleep."

With that she stormed off to make some coffee, her mother eyeing her with a mischievous grin as she walked away.

Her mother had never acted like this before. What was going on? Things were getting too weird around the Wallace residence," she thought.

Father Hopkins sighed an audible breath of relief as the 747's wheels made a loud thud and then a screech on the tarmac. His nerves had been frayed since leaving Vatican City. A quick glance at his assistant, Sister Anne, revealed her mutual relief. She was younger than he, a mere 30 years old, just a child really. And she looked young for her age. She had joined the cloth only two years before after her parents had died in a bizarre double homicide on the streets of London. Normally, father Hopkins worked with older more experienced personnel but he had taken a liking to Sister Anne despite her age.

As the blur of airport terminals along the runway flew past his window he couldn't quite believe his quest had brought him to this American city. If his information was correct, the battle his ancestors had fought for years on old European soil would culminate here. Hopefully, he had arrived in time to stop it before it began. But he assumed nothing. If anything, he assumed the worst. Modern man was ill-equipped to deal with that which defied his reason and appealed to his vices. They were easy targets. Even the church was unwilling to admit such things existed. Times had changed. The world had moved on and the church was doing its best to remain relevant. They could not afford to discuss the supernatural. In truth, the evidence could be found deep in the Vatican Vaults. On dusty handwritten pages, events and struggles between light and dark were chronicled in human blood and sacrifice. His order was an old one that the church would neither confirm nor deny - a kind of spiritual delta force. Despite the glamour, most of his time was spent researching and rehearsing, honing his faith and studying his adversaries. Although he had traveled the globe extensively in his 65 years , he never got used to air travel. Perhaps a quick shot of brandy would quell his nerves. He gathered his one piece of luggage and made for the exit.

"Where are we headed Father?" Sister Anne asked.

"I have made arrangements for us to stay with the good sisters at the Church of the Blessed Heart."

"And then," she asked.

"And then we go to the library to look for a very old book."

* * *

Jennifer Wallace opened the front door with a mixture of anticipation and fear. She was anxious to squeeze in some private time with her new book if she could find it. However, it seemed that everyday brought more and more strange events in the house hold and she braced herself for anything. She closed the door softly and listened. "I'm home," she called out to the empty house. No reply. "Thank god," she thought, "a little peace and quiet."

She made a quick search around the house to make sure no one was home and then headed to her mother's room. She wondered what was wrong with her mother lately. She had been acting very strange. Maybe her parents were having problems.

The room was dim with filtered light from the closed blinds. She let her eyes adjust to the darkness and took in the sent of her mothers perfume and the smell of candles. Shopping bags littered the bed. They were black with gold lettering that read "Jack's Novelties and Adult Books." Yep the surprises never ceased. Feeling a tingle in her stomach, her adolescent curiosity piqued. She opened one of the bags and peered inside: a pair of sluttish panties and a very short mini skirt. The other bag felt heavier. Underneath more slutty clothes was a long box with the words "Black Mamba" written on the side. Behind the cellophane packaging was a hideous object. Her first reaction was to throw it back in the bag. Then she seemed to get another idea. She brought it closer. It was a thick black vibrating dildo shaped like a huge penis, complete with veins. The thing seemed way to big for her, or any other woman. But she imagined what it might feel like in her hand. She longed to try and wrap her fingers around its girth. She opened the cardboard lid and freed the giant. In her hands the phallus felt like firm but spongy flesh. She stroked its length with her hand, exploring all of its ridges and valleys.

She had to see what it felt like. Even if she couldn't get it all the way in, she must feel it. Brushing the bags off the bed, she made for a hasty masturbation session. Then her hand found something leather and familiar, half hidden beneath the sheet. The Book! Finally, she had found it. Her mother did have it. But why hadn't she said anything? No matter now, her libido was rising with the fat cock in one hand and her book in the other. She quickly pulled her skirt up, flipped the switch and the huge toy came to life with a vibrating hum. "Ohh...yea," she said out loud as she placed on her clit. She didn't know it could feel this good.

She laid the book out on the bed and fell down beside it. The pages turned gently as she searched for eye candy to expedite her orgasm. Page 56 caught her eye. A woman stood in a red chamber that seemed to have no walls. The room was empty except for a thrown and small table which held some kind of crystal ball. On the thrown a dark demonic figure sat confidently, becoming the woman toward the crystal.

With the vibrator motoring away at her clit, Jennifer felt the bedroom start to disappear from her peripheral vision. There was nothing but the pleasure she felt and the alluring picture unfolding before her eyes. Had she been in a normal state of consciousness, the fact that the picture had begun to move on the page would have alarmed her. But the light from the crystal was captivating. It leaped from the page like a bright movie, engulfing her pupils in its green glow.

Either from inside her mind or from the book itself, a voice slowly became audible. It swirled like a vaporous echo of unintelligible whispers. Jennifer fixated on the voice and the light. "J..e..nn..ifer," it said, calling out to her.

"Yyeesss," she replied slowly, her eyes unblinking windows to her soul.

"Come to me Jennifer," the voice said. "There is pleasure here. Gaze into the Crystal's pretty light. There is pleasure there. Pleasure is what you want isn't it Jennifer?"

"Yeesss," she replied again.

Slowly the crystals light diminished until it was a small swirling ball of green vapors. However, the green light that had filled Jennifer's innocent eyes remained there and she stared through picture book widow without blinking.

The creature on the thrown beaconed her to watch, to continue masturbating. The woman in the chamber who had also been staring at the crystal ball came towards the thrown. She had long dark hair, pretty features and was a little older. Her clothes, however, made her look like a prostitute. She had a short vinyl mini skirt on with a tight tube top. "Mother?" Jennifer called out to the book. The woman turned her head for an instant and looked at Jennifer with sultry, wanton eyes as she pulled her mini skirt up for the creature. Jennifer could not help but notice how beautiful the women's smooth pussy looked. The creature extended one long evil finger and slid it up the length of the woman's slit. He then brought the wet finger to his mouth and licked off the juices with an evil grin. Turned on by this, the woman began to dance and fondle her big delicious tits for him as she dipped and gyrated her sexy pussy.

Jennifer began rubbing the vibrator against her clit more vigorously, watching the show unfold. In the back of her mind she knew she was doing something terrible. It ate away at her soul to watch her mother performing these un-earthly and unholy acts. But the pleasure and profanity were undeniable.

In her altered state, Jennifer was unaware and incapable of knowing if anyone was in the room or the house. Quietly a figure entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her. It moved over to the side of the bed and looked down with mischievous eyes.

In the book, the creature reached down between his legs and brought out the most enormous, red cock Jennifer had ever seen. It seemed to pulse with energy and power. The woman stared down with huge, hungry eyes as she reached out to caress the leviathan. A whitish liquid oozed from its head. Greedily the woman straddled the thrown, grasping the massive cock with both hands. Gently she began moving the tip up and down the length of her pussy, feeling her juices begin to lubricate it. She could feel the hot demon seed heat up her labia.

Behind Jennifer, the figure in the bedroom, reached into one of the other bags and removed another dildo. She brought it up to her lips and put it in her mouth. Then, wet with saliva, she moved it down to her waiting pussy. Inch by inch she inserted the object in until nothing but the hilt remained. She looked down at her daughter with relish knowing she would succumb to the book's power. Reaching into her purse she produced a stick of bright red lipstick. She lay down next to her daughter and began painting a strange symbol on her forehead. A steady rhythm of forgotten chants accompanied the dark ritual.

Jennifer was vaguely aware of someone familiar touching her. Somehow she knew it was her mother. She tried to ask her mother what she was doing, but couldn't seem to make the words audible. As the thick red lipstick smeared across her forehead, it felt as though it was burning into her brain. But she was helpless to resist, fixated on the woman in the book sliding every unbelievable inch into her swollen hole. In the young girl's ears, bewitching chants melded with the images.

Jennifer now lay on the bed with a huge black cock vibrating her clit, a strange dark symbol painted upon her forehead and an evil erotic vision of her mother's unholy sex act being played out before her. She was a helpless, innocent vessel to be filled with sin. Beside her, her mother began to move the dildo in and out of her own pussy in cadence with her image in the book. Jan Wallace recounted the strange event in her head as she masturbated. It had felt too good; her master's fat cock inside her.

Suddenly the women in the book sat down hard on the monster's cock and he began making thrusting movements as loads of thick evil semen poured into Jan Wallace's pussy. On the bed, her orgasm came fast and hard. She removed the dildo which was now coated with the creature's thick cum she had kept inside her for her daughter. She lifted it out of her pussy and placed it against Jennifer's lips. Gently she spread her lips so none of the semen would be wasted and let it drip down inside her. Then the big cock started making its way inside Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer gave out a loud cry as she came in time with the woman in the book. The demon seed was now inside free to move through out her body, free to slowly make its way to her brain and soul. For an instant she saw her mother looking down at her. Unseen to mortal eyes, a phosphorescing symbol was beginning to form on her mother's forehead just like the lipstick on Jennifer's.

* * *

The librarian at the City Public Library looked up from her computer to see a tall, older man with thin, grey hair and a short, well kept salt and pepper beard striding toward her. He wore a dark suit, round, silver rimmed glasses and the collar of a priest. He was accompanied by a young woman in a somewhat conservative business suit, and the veil of a nun. It was a small veil, much less awkward than the full sized traditional garment. She had a very pretty face with clear, young skin.

"Hello what can I do for you?" the librarian asked.

"Hello, this is Sister Anne and I am Father Hopkins. We are seeking a book which I have been told is in your library. It is called Incubus: Being a History of the Demonica Sexualis."

"Hmm. That's a strange title. Let's see," she said as she began clicking her way through the menus on the archaic monochrome screen. "Yes it appears that we do have that book here."

Father Hopkins felt a sense of relief wash over him. This was far too easy.

"Oh, I'm sorry but it's been checked out," she said.

There it was. It could never be that easy. "Can you tell me who checked it out?"

"I'm really not supposed to do that father."

"It is of the utmost importance to the church that I find the person who checked it out," Father Hopkins replied. "I implore you."

"Well I suppose, since you are a priest," she said giving them a slightly troubled look. "That's strange. This particular book has no ISBN # or record of when the library received it. I do, however, have the name and address. One Jennifer Wallace, at 73-850 Moonlight Lane. She is the only person who has ever checked it out"

"Jennifer Wallace. Thank you very much. You've been most helpful," he said turning towards the exit. Now to find this woman. He prayed that it wasn't too late.

Jan picked up her daughter and carried her into her bedroom. Jennifer was still mostly unconscious and her mother didn't want the other family members to suspect anything. She would let her sleep it off in her bedroom. She knew that her mind and her body had undergone the first stage of her transformation. It would be much easier to enslave her now. Jan would begin to condition her the following week, breaking down the last vestiges of her old virginal personality. The demon seed would do the rest. Now that it was in her system, she would be constantly turned on. She would begin to make less and less rational choices. Soon she would have a nice shaved pussy like her mother and would wear whorish clothes and generally become more of a slut.

As she looked down at her daughter, a brief sense of shame and horror crept into her mind for an instant. But almost just as quickly it was gone, replaced with the wishes of her master. He was there in her head, seeing through her eyes, hearing her thoughts - a dark seductive voice. "You have done well Jan Wallace and you will be rewarded," it said. "Now, place the mark upon her again." Jan wiped off the indiscreet symbol from her daughter's forehead and pulled back the sheets. On her belly, just above the pubic line, she drew a new symbol. This mark would help her master gain power over the young girl as she slept. Then she carefully tucked her daughter back in. Jennifer made soft murmurs in her sleep as the monster chipped away at her will. Just for good measure, she placed the vibrator in her hand to aid in the temptation. She closed the door and went to clean up before everyone got home.

Mr. Wallace came home with the usual mumblings and complaints about work. Except this time he said that he would be leaving on travel for two weeks. Secretly, Jan was overjoyed. On the outside she still acted the part of the concerned, doting housewife. This would fit in quite nicely. He was nothing but a hindrance to her plans. And then there was Claire. She was keen for her age. She would definitely begin to notice the changes. Better to corrupt her as soon as Jennifer could help. Jan smiled inside as she foresaw her master's plans unfolding in her home. She began to think of friends and friends' wives who would be suitable sluts for the master.

Jennifer awoke the next morning feeling strange. She had sweated all night and the sheets were all in tangles. She had vague sense of deja-vu but could remember next to nothing since leaving school yesterday. There was a big red smudge of lipstick on her belly. Just then the door opened. It was her mother.

"How are feeling honey? You had quite a fever yesterday."

"I did? I can't seem to remember much of anything. I feel fine now, I guess. I'm just really groggy," Jennifer replied.

"That's ok sweetheart, you don't need to think, just get ready for school. I bought some new clothes to cheer you up. Oh, and your father left this morning to go on travel for a couple weeks. So it'll just be us girls." "Travel, why didn't he tell us earlier?" Jennifer asked.

"It was some emergency thing. He's real sorry he couldn't say goodbye. So here are those clothes. And you only have thirty minutes to get ready so you better hurry." With that Jan laid her daughter's new clothes out on the bed. There was a very short plaid mini skirt, a tube top that said "Bad Girl" in shiny plastic letters and a pair of knee high, black leather boots.

"Mom these are slut clothes. I can't where these to school," Jennifer complained.

"Of course you can honey. These are perfectly acceptable clothes for a girl with your figure."

"Mom, I can't," she wined with all the strength she could muster. She was just too tired this morning to fight, let alone think.

"Oh come on honey. You're just a little tired this morning. It's much easier if you just go with the flow," her mother coaxed in her softest, most soothing voice. She could tell her daughter was much more pliable. "That's it honey. Pretty girls like to dress up sexy. You want to be a pretty girl don't you?"

"Yea, I want to be pretty."

"That's right honey now go take a shower and put your pretty girl clothes on ok," Jan urged.

Normally Jennifer would have flipped after being talked to like a little girl. But she didn't have the energy. She couldn't think of the right words to argue. Besides it would be nice to feel pretty. And she did have a good figure. "ok," she sighed.

With a curling iron in her hair Jan heard the doorbell ring. "A quarter to eight in the morning. Who the hell could that be?" she wondered. "Claire, could you get the door for me!" She heard the front door open, the sound of muffled voices and then Claire's footsteps in the hall.

"Mom, there's some people here to see you," Claire said. "They asked for Jen, but she's still in the shower."

"Well who is it?" Jan asked.

"I don't know. It's some priest or something," her daughter replied.

"A priest, here", Jan thought.

Standing just outside the door were two people. Jan thought they seemed somewhat anxious. "A little early for Jehovah's Witnesses, isn't it?"

"Mrs. Wallace I presume. I am Father Hopkins and this is Sister Anne. I'm terribly sorry to bother you this early. I am from the church's department of antiquities in Vatican City. I would like to have a word with your daughter Jennifer, if I may."

"I'm sorry Father but she's in the shower. Is there something I can help you with?" Jan asked in her most polite voice.

"Perhaps. We are looking for a book which was stolen from the church some years ago. We traced it to your local library. They said that your daughter had checked out this book recently. We are prepared to compensate you for your troubles."

"I really haven't seen any books like that around here. Could you describe it?"

"You would remember it if you saw it. It is a very old book. It is leather bound with the words 'Incubus' inlaid in silver on its cover," he said. Father Hopkins was good at reading people. He watched her eyes as she tried to recall. Immediately, he had a strange feeling about the situation.

"Yes, I think I would have remembered something like that. I'll ask my daughter about it. I'm sorry, but we really have to be going. My daughters will be late for school," she said trying to brush them off and shut the door without being too impolite.

"Mrs. Wallace," father Hopkins called out as the door was closing. "I really must speak with your daughter. Let me give you my card." As he placed the card in her hand, he grasped her fingers lightly and whispered a Latin Phrase under his breath. She was a little caught off guard and did not withdraw. For no more than an instant, he saw through the disguise. Shimmering on her forehead just beneath the skin, he could see the mark of the Incubus. Her eyes flashed green with the demonic lust that filled them. The incantation he pronounced was very old, a secret passed down through the order from Gnostic seers in the age of Christ. No one else would have noticed the revealing. But he held on to her hand a little too long.

"Father! I really must go," Jan said, pulling her hand and the card away from him. She had felt a brief flash, like a static shock in her mind. Then she had felt her master rise up inside her and peer through her eyes. "I will ask her about this book and call you if I get any information. Goodbye." With that she shut the door in their faces.

"We are too late. It has begun," Father Hopkins said out loud as they turned to go back to their car.

"Too late for what, Father? What did you do back there?" Sister Anne asked.

"She has been infected. The demon is released."

"Demon? What are you talking about? I thought we were here to recover a holy artifact," she asked with a confused look in her eye. "An unholy artifact would be more precise," he said in a grave tone.

"Father, I didn't sign up for demon hunting. What are we doing here. There's a lot you're not telling me."

"You're right. I will explain as much as I can, but not here on the street." They stepped into the black Lincoln Town Car and he started the motor. He gave one last look at the Wallace house as if to burn it into his memory. It looked like any other middle class, American, track home. From one of the bedroom windows he caught a glimpse of movement. He was being watched. And for a moment he made eye contact with a girl who looked about sixteen or seventeen. He gave her a sympathetic smile. She had a far off, distant look in her eye. He put the car in drive and headed away from the house.

The Church of the Blessed Heart was situated in an older section of the city. It was built in the style of a Spanish mission: white washed walls, archways and beamed ceilings. It acted as both a Church and a convent of sorts. Many of the women who lived there were in training to become nuns. He was given a room next to Sister Anne's, situated in the rear of the Church. It was furnished with only a desk, a bed and a small sink. A crucifix was the only adornment on the walls.

Father Hopkins led Sister Anne into the room and shut the door. "Have a seat Sister." She smoothed her skirt and sat down on the edge of the bed, unsure about what the father was going to tell her. "We came here seeking a book as you know. However the book is only a small fraction of our objective. Are you familiar with demonology?"

"Not really. They spoke a little about the subject in my training but not in any depth. I never really gave it much thought," she said.

"That's normal in this day and age. I am one of the last of a very old order of demon hunters whose roots precede the birth of Christ. We have existed in secret for the most part, spearheading the eternal battle between the human race and the race of demons who seek to control our species and gain control over the earth again. As you know from the old testament, demons once walked the earth and even reproduced with humans. This enraged the Lord, as it was corrupting his most beloved creation, Man. So he sent the Great Flood to extinguish the blasphemy from the face of the Earth. His angels drove this race of demons into another dimensional plane that we refer to as hell. He knew that some demons would slip through occasionally. And he also knew that because of free will, some humans would either by chance or by hubris seek to bring back these demons. So he gave the task to a few select individuals to act as sentries here on Earth. The responsibility has been passed down through generations for millennia. All bare this special mark." Father Hopkins unbuttoned the top of his shirt to reveal a birthmark over his heart which was an ancient symbol from a forgotten language. "It is the mark of Summa, named after the very first of our kind."

Sister Anne listened intently, feeling very far from the life she had expected to lead. It seemed like the premise for a movie. "So what are we doing here in 21st century America?" she asked.

"We are chasing a special demon, the Incubus. Most demons have adapted themselves to prey upon specific human frailties. There are demons of greed, malice and jealousy. The Incubi prey upon human sexuality," he said.

"Incubi. You mean there are more than one?"

"Yes, the incubi are legion. But only the most powerful can slip between dimensions. We seek Malice Philemon an arch demon. The book is his doorway to our minds, to our dimension."

"Do you think that family has the book?" she asked.

"Yes, they do," he replied.

"How do you know?"

"Mrs. Wallace has already been infected. She bares the mark of the Incubus upon her forehead.," he replied confidently.

"I didn't see any marks."

"The mark is invisible to mortal eyes. Only with the help of a seer spell can it be revealed to human eyes. I have seen it," he explained.

"Well what are we waiting for? We need to go retrieve the book so no one else becomes infected. She has two young daughters."

"It's not that easy. I can't just break in and take the book. Breaking the laws of the land could hinder the entire mission. Besides, the devil has already been loosed from its prison. My greatest fears have come true. He is now gathering his power and his new slaves. I must consult with the others in my order. Malice Philemon is too powerful for me too contend with alone. I want you to stay here and gather as much information about the Wallace's as possible. But do not go to the house. You would put yourself in too much danger. If you can contact one of the daughters, at school perhaps, and learn more about what is going on, that would be a great help. But do not confront the mother. The demon can see through her eyes. In fact, I'm sure the demon already knows we are here. I will be back in a couple of days."

Sister Anne thanked the Father for his confidence and left to her quarters. A full moon was rising above the city sky line outside Father Hopkins's window. He looked out upon the mass of unsuspecting people going about there daily lives and felt a chill of isolation. He thought back to the small village outside Athens where he had once faced Malice Philemon. He had been much younger and greener then. The whole village had been turned in only a few short days. He had almost been killed and the demon had escaped. Father Hopkins stroked his beard thoughtfully. He felt very old; too old for this world. This time he would succeed. He would expel the demon forever and destroy the foul book.

The sun had not yet risen when Sister Anne awoke for morning mass. Despite the jet lag she gathered up her robes, threw a splash of cold water on her face and headed to the chapel. Father Hopkins' room was empty, as he had apparently left in the night. She was surprised by his remarkable energy and endurance. In the time that they had worked together, he was perpetually aware and hyper sensitive to his environment no matter what time of day. After their conversation yesterday, some of the more puzzling aspects of the Father had come together.

In the chapel most of the other sisters had already assembled. Candles along the walls drove away much of the darkness from the room, adding their warm cheer. The majority of the nuns here were fairly young, which was a kind of aberration in this demographic. At sixty, Mother Superior was the oldest women in the room. Sister Anne still wondered what drove young women to the cloth. For her, it had been a senseless act of violence. She had learned that life could be torn asunder in an instant, in the time it took for two bullets to leave their chambers. Yes, it was the impetus of grief and tragedy that was now inextricably interconnected to her psyche. The church was a respite from a mad world bent on devouring itself. The church was a rock of stability where order and selflessness provided light for the world.

As she joined the other sisters in hymns and devotionals her mind still grappled with yesterday's new vision of the cosmos, thanks to Father Hopkins. Of course, she had heard many of the stories about Angels and Demons in her studies, but they had always seemed more like fairly tale creatures from some long, lost, mythical era. To think that these supernatural creatures could be as real as her own flesh was hard to believe. Strangely, the world still felt the same as it had a week ago and a part of her still remained skeptical of the idea. She needed some kind of proof. Perhaps it was her hard-earned degree from a secular university that had taught her to use her reason before her emotion. She would remain open to what Father Hopkins said, but would not abandon her own need for empirical proof.

* * *

Jennifer Wallace tried to concentrate on her instructor's words, but concentration was just too hard. Ever since her "fever" two days before, she had not felt like herself. She wondered what had really happened. It seemed like she was horny every minute of everyday. She had masturbated before school and even at school in one of the bathroom stalls. Was she some kind of nympho maniac? Did she have a disorder? The truth was, she just felt sexy, especially with the new clothes her mother had bought her. She loved the new attention she received from the boys in the halls as she strutted her stuff. The thought of fucking every one of them seemed plausible. She was a machine built for sex on a pair of black leather boots. And yet there were moments when her smothered psyche cried out to her. And then there would be another voice urging her on. It tempted her to touch her self in the bathroom. It provided an endless cavalcade of lude thoughts and images to distract her from her better judgment. Fighting against the voice was becoming harder and harder. Sleep was no escape either. Her dreams were filled with even more vivid images of her debauchery. The lack of sleep had made dark circles under her eyes, which she conveniently covered with lots of makeup.

Finally, the last bell of day rang and she could be released from her boring scholastic confines. As she made her way out through the mass of fleeing students, she heard her name being called. A woman about 5' tall, dressed in a conservative business suit and a small nun's veil was walking towards her. Although the veil gave the nun a kind of generic physical persona by hiding many of her desirable feminine qualitys such as hair color and style, it could not vanquish her clear skin, petite mouth and refined bone structure. Nor could her conservative dress hide the shape of her perfect breasts, slim waste and well proportioned hips and ass. Before she caught herself, Jennifer imagined what the nun would look like naked in thralls of sex.

"Jennifer Wallace?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm Jennifer," she replied, snapping out of her daydream. "Do I know you?"

"My name is Sister Anne. I came by your house yesterday morning but you were unavailable," she said.

"Oh yea, my little sister mentioned that. Wasn't there a priest with you or something?"

"Yes, Father Hopkins. He is away on other business. Can we talk somewhere a little more private?" she asked.

"Yea I guess so," Jennifer replied, a little suspiciously. They made their way down the street one hundred yards past the school to where a large elm tree with jutting roots pushed out of the sidewalk.

"Jennifer, I have come all the way from Europe for a lost artifact which I believe is in your possession. It's a large leather bound book with the word 'Incubus' on the front. The librarian said that you have checked out this book."

"A book," Jennifer replied, averting her eyes. Her mind swooned a little when she remembered the excitement from days before, causing a visible reaction in her expression. Then somewhere in her mind she heard a distinct voice, low and growling: "Do not give it to her. You don't know what she's talking about. She must have the wrong Jennifer."

And without her willing it she heard her self say: "I don't know of any book. You must have the wrong Jennifer."

Sister Anne regarded her quick answer suspiciously. There was something not quite right about this girl. In her blue eyes, she saw a scared little girl trying to act confident. There was an unmistakable conflict in those eyes. "Jennifer, it's very important that the book be returned. You don't know what it is you have. The book must never be opened."

"I..I don't know what you're talking about," Jennifer stuttered, feeling torn between the voice in her head and this woman's kind, but commanding eyes.

"I think you do Jennifer."

Just then a car pulled up beside them and Sister Anne found herself looking straight into Mrs. Wallace's angry eyes. "Jennifer, come along dear its time to go. You can talk with the nice lady another time," Mrs. Wallace said, never removing her hostile gaze from Sister Anne.

"Look, if you need any help with this, I am here for you," Sister Anne said as Jennifer tried to pull away. "You haven't done anything wrong. Here's my card. I am staying only a few miles away. Please call me if you think you want to tell me anything,"

And as Jennifer rounded the other side of the car Mrs. Wallace said "Oh and Sister Anne, stay away from my daughter and my house. You're too late." On the last syllable of her last word, Sister Anne swore she saw Mrs. Wallace's eyes flash in color to a deep green. The change was took less than a second, but it was enough to make her knees week with fear and surprise.

As the car sped away down the street, Sister Anne couldn't help but think she had done exactly what the Father had told her not to do. She had had a confrontation with Mrs. Wallace. It had not been completely in vain, though. She was now aware of where the mother stood. And if she saw what she thought she saw, Father Hopkins strange tale may be true. But the poor daughter. She had looked like a little harlot and yet she was sure there was some kind of deep conflict in those eyes. Perhaps she could still be saved. She only wished the Father were here.

The wind outside the convent was wild and made whistling sounds in the trees. The night had brought unexpected thunderstorms and lightning to the city in the form of huge ominous, black clouds. At 2:00 AM no one noticed the dark figure that entered the courtyard and crept to the rear of convent. It passed silently through the door to the nun's quarters and moved down the hall. Sister Anne slept soundlessly in her bed. She didn't hear the light squeak of the door to her quarters as it was gently opened, closed and then locked.

In the dim light from the window above Sister Anne's bed, the figure paused and hovered over the sleeping nun. It looked down at her with malevolent joy. And then reaching into its bag the figure produced a large leather book. After opening to a particular page, it began to whisper in a forgotten tongue while drawing symbols in the air above the victim. As if sensing something wrong, Sister Anne began to turn in her bed. But as the sleep spell began to take hold, she fell softly back into her dreams. Satisfied, the figure then turned to another page and began to read a new spell and draw more symbols in the air.

Sister Anne now began to stretch out and squirm in her bed. She began to murmur and sigh in her sleep as if wrestling with something in her dreams. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead. She tore the sheets off her body and pulled at her robes. She grabbed handfuls of her breasts and rubbed them as she arched her back. Against her will she felt her legs start to spread as she pulled her knees back. And moving with both hands down the center of her body she cupped the mound beneath her panties. In one swift movement she quickly ripped them off her torso, revealing her naked and engorged pussy.

The figure orchestrating her body smiled in satisfaction as she watched the helpless nun pleasure herself against her will. Then the figure withdrew a small well of what looked like red ink. While issuing forth a new chant, the figure drew a series of symbols on the nun's soft belly. With the ritual prepared, the figure lifted her skirt and began to masturbate herself to the sound of the nun's moaning. In moments the figure shook with a small orgasm. It then removed its fingers which were now covered in a strange, white liquid. Carefully, it rubbed some of the fluid onto Sister Anne's lips where her tongue quickly lapped it up. Then moving down her body, it gently inserted its fingers in the nun's pussy where the remaining fluid would mix with her juices. Finally, with one last moan Sister Anne orgasmed hard, her cervix dipping down inside her and carrying the evil seed deep inside her womb.

The next morning Sister Anne slept through mass. She had never felt so exhausted. It was nearly noon as she wiped her groggy eyes, and saw that the full noon day sun had filled her room. The storm had passed. Looking down she saw that her panties lay on the floor ripped in two. The sheets on the bed were a tangled mess and her robes were up around her waste. On her belly were the faint traces of something red. It was so smudged it almost looked like a rash. Sister Anne couldn't imagine what had happened in the night. She gathered herself and headed for the showers.

In bathroom she felt the disapproving eyes of the other nuns. She had never slept in past six in the last two years. She said nothing, but averted her eyes. In the shower area three other sisters were bathing themselves, a common sight in communal living. Sister Anne, turned on the water and let it fall through her hair. The warm water had a relaxing effect. As she rubbed herself down with soap she started to zone out. Eyes wide open, she began to stare at the other nuns beside her. She began to imagine all four of them making love under the warm water. She could feel their soft breasts rubbing against hers.

When she finally snapped out of it, all three women were staring at her. She quickly wiped the dumb grin off her face and went back to washing up. "What the hell is wrong with me?" she thought. "I'm fantasizing about other women."

Around two o'clock she passed through the courtyard and heard her name. "Sister Anne, Sister Anne," they called. She turned to see the secretary from the front office walking towards heaving a large package.

"Sister Anne, a woman came by and dropped this package off for you this morning. I thought you had already left or I would have brought it to your quarters," she said.

There was no return address or markings on the parcel, just the words 'Sister Anne' written in red. "Thank you Margaret, I'll take it back to my room."

In her room she closed and locked the door behind her. and locked it. Then she closed the curtains on her window. She had an idea what might be inside. As she pealed back the brown grocery bag paper, the letters 'I' and 'n' inlaid on leather were visible. So Jennifer had actually come through for her. Inside the wrapper was a hand written note. It was from Jennifer.

Dear Sister Anne, I'm sorry I lied to you yesterday. If anyone should have this it's you. Please turn to page 50 and you'll understand why.

Love,

Jennifer "Well you just never knew with people these days," she thought. "Hmm. Page 50 she said." And laying out the big cumbersome book on her bed she failed to heed Father Hopkins warnings. There was a white book mark peaking out from the top. She opened the behemoth in one motion and it fell open to page 50 where the book mark had been placed.

To her horror there was a picture of a room just like hers. A nun lay almost naked on the bed, touching herself. A woman stood over her waving her hands. She turned to the next page and saw four nuns in a shower room kissing one another. "What the hell! How can this be?"

On the next page, again, there was a drawing of her room and of herself in the exact position she was now in. With her curiosity in overdrive, she turned the next page to figure out how this could be possible. And as she did she vaguely recalled Father Hopkins' warnings in her head. But it was too late. On the next page a symbol was drawn. It was the same symbol that had been painted on her belly the night before. As soon as she saw it she felt a pain in her abdomen which caused her too double over. In her mind she heard a voice. "Read from the book," it commanded her. She grasped at the sheets in pain and tried to push the book away from her. "Read from the book," it said again. Fighting the voice was causing the pain and she knew it. It was just too difficult. She glanced one more time at the book and pain began to subside. She took a longer look and more pain was removed. Finally she faced the book. On the page there was another picture. To her horror it was a picture of a nun impaling herself on a huge red demonic cock. It was her face in perfect bliss in the picture. Behind her, a hideous creature stood triumphant.

Sister Anne stared at the picture as if hypnotized. The blasphemy of the image was overwhelming. Below the inscription was a spell written in Latin. "Read the spell and be released" the voice said. Sister Anne looked at the words and felt a tiny portion of the pain diminish. She couldn't bare this much longer. The delirious pain was really making it difficult to think. She began to form the syllables in her mouth. One by one, like the clock on a time bomb, each spoken word counted down to the moment of the unimaginable.

At the moment the last word of the spell was spoken, a deafening crack issued forth from out of the air, like the opening of hell itself. In front of the startled nun an elliptical opening began to grow out of nothing. A bright, fiery light, together with noxious sulfuric fumes emitted from the portal as it grew. Sister Anne stepped back into the corner of the room where she instinctively covered her face from the image before her. "What have I done? What terror have I unleashed upon the world?" she cried.

Just then a tall figure began to emerge from the crack. First a muscular, red, leg stepped through onto the floor of her chamber. Then a head dipped down to fit through the portal and poked its head into the world of mortals. Immediately it turned and looked straight at the cowering nun. It was hideous, a red skinned demon with a bald head and large pointy ears. It's pupils were slit like a cat's and the color of red embers. As the last of its body stretched through the opening, the portal made a rushing noise and collapsed upon itself. The figure casually gazed at his new surroundings until he saw a solitary crucifix hanging on the wall. With a whip lash of his tongue, an invisible force flew across the room, knocking the cross onto the floor with a crash. Satisfied, he then turned his attention to the nun hiding in the corner.

"Sister Anne, I presume," it said.

She carefully took her hand away from her eyes. Her lips quivered in terror as she asked, "Who are you?"

"I think you already know the answer to that question."

"Ma...Ma...Malice Philemon?" she managed to stutter out.

"At your service."

"Father Hopkins was right," she muttered.

"Oh yes, the good Father Hopkins. How is he? You know since that night in Greece forty years ago when I nearly killed him, I just haven't been able to find a worthy adversary. But that's alright. I seemed to have found a worthy piece of meat instead. I just love nun pussy, so clean and pure."

Sister Anne gasped at his foul words and again covered her face, wishing she could just wake up from this nightmare.

"Oh Sister, have I offended thee? You didn't seem too upset the other night when I mind fucked you. In fact I snooped around in the crevices of that brain of yours and found some very startling fantasies. I just love repression. It makes for such depraved secrets."

Casually the demon began to stroll over to where she was. At seven feet tall he towered over the terrified nun. "You seem a little frightened, Sister. I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, a sexually deprived woman such as yourself is really going to enjoy this."

He then reached down and with his long fingernails and cut a slit in the nun's robe at her midriff. Still almost paralyzed with fear, she was too scared to stop him. Her soft creamy stomach was now exposed. He moved his hand down to her belly and let it hover inches above. Then he began making circles above the area where the red smudge had been.

Sister Anne looked down at her stomach in horror. As she watched, a dark symbol began to appear beneath her skin until it was clearly visible. She felt a weird sensation inside her female organs. "See you have been marked. You already belong to me," he said with a smile. "You are no longer a bride of Christ, but a concubine of the demon." In horror she felt her body begin to respond. She could feel her pussy start to tingle and she remembered how big the demon's cock looked in the picture. But she would not give in that easily.

"No!" she screamed. "You do not own me."

"Oh but I do sister. Jan Wallace, my minion, deposited some of my seed in your womb last night while you slept. Your enslavement began hours ago. It's senseless to fight."

Indeed Sister Anne did feel different. She rubbed the skin above her ovaries and a felt a weird but pleasurable sensation. It was like something was moving around inside her, stimulating her from the inside. Her labia were becoming engorged and her clit was getting hard. She rolled her eyes back in pleasure as she tried to fight the feeling off. She wanted to lift up her nun's robe and massage her aching pussy.

"That's it my little nun slut. You know what you need. Go ahead and reach down. Feel the proof in your wet panties."

"No, I wont give in to you," she said with grinding teethe. "Mmm...you really are quite a fighter. Most women would have caved in the instant they saw me," he replied with a certain amount of admiration. "Here, let me help you make your decision."

He then stood up and pulled out his massive, red cock. It was the biggest cock Sister Anne had ever seen. It pulsed with energy and power. As he stroked it for her, her eyes grew larger and she began to salivate. She knew the giant would take away this unbearable tension. She imagined straddling the monster and guiding inside her.

"Stop, please. Go back to where you came from," she cried with a noted futility in her voice.

"You don't really want me to do that. Wouldn't you rather just put my huge dick in your mouth," he said smiling. It was true. Sister Anne wanted nothing more than to feel it in her mouth. Sensing her faltering resolve, he brought the massive phallus inches from her mouth. She looked down at it and bit her lip with anticipation. Then she slipped out her tongue and tasted the tip. She could feel its heat and taste the delicious pre cum. It was unbearable. She looked up at the beast with a guilty smile and grasped it at the hilt. Inch by inch she swallowed it until she could take no more.

"That's a good girl. I knew you wanted it, my little nun slut." He arched his head back in pleasure as Sister Anne wrapped her hot mouth around it and began to suck. It had been a long, long time since she had done this but it came back to her quickly. She grasped the monsters huge balls and caressed them while she sucked. Quickly she felt them constrict and huge volley of cum shot down her throat. She gasped in pleasure, trying to keep all the sperm inside her.

The demon growled with pleasure. "There is much more where that came from Sister. Come over here and lay on the bed."

A new look of pure carnal sin was in her eyes. She quickly pulled up her nun robe and sat back on the bed. She spread her legs for the creature so that he would have full access to her pussy. The creature liked seeing her like this in her veil, it added pure sacrilege to his conquest.

Sister Anne gently messaged her swollen pussy in front of him. "Fuck me master. My nun cunt now belongs to you and your devilish cock. Use me like the little slut I am. I am just an unworthy hole for you put your cock in, a place for you to put your cum," she said, her faith now completely unraveled.

"You are coming along quite nicely my slave. And for your devotion, I think I'll give you what you ask for." With that he slid the monster up inside her as she let out a cry of pleasure.

The demon fucked her hard all night long. Sister Anne lost track of how much semen he pumped inside her or how many orgasms she had, but she did know there was no way back. At last, just before the dawn, the creature turned to her. "You are a good slave, Sister Anne. I want you to turn more of your sisters here in the convent. I will leave the book here for you. Now sleep," he said and she fell back onto the bed, her dreams filled with lust and hell fire.