The Devil Made Me Do It ((LitShark & Curious_Muse))

[Curious_Muse]

Suddenly, Kylie wasn’t so sure that she liked this side of Jake. Like the brief glimpse she had had of him back at church. When he had been strangely mean to her. Filthy. At the same time, she wasn’t ready to admit to second thoughts. Not after what had just happened. Not after meeting Damien. In her dreams, he had promised to rescue her, but as it turned out, he was just another jock, interested only in slutty cheerleaders.

Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

Kylie was hurt and jealous and in desperate need of something she couldn’t possibly put into words. She didn’t yet have them. And Jake? He wasn’t any better than the rest. She hated that he talked to her this way. It didn’t suit him, but this was probably how he treated all the girls he fucked. Why should she be special?

“Fine then!” she spat back at him, pretending not to be scared. She dragged the seam of her dress up and over her ass, bending over the sink. She was shaking with nerves. This was not how she had imagined this, her first time with Jake, even if he was only going to fuck her ass. Wouldn’t that hurt even more? Wasn’t that somehow…worse? She had heard some of the girls whisper about it in school, and it hadn’t sounded appealing at all.

There was a squeal and a deep grunt from the bedroom, and Kylie flinched. She should have listened to Alice.

Maybe she was drunk enough not to feel much.

***

Bunny leaned against the doorframe, slow-clapping while Marcus was shooting his load into Kitty. “Nice”, she commented dryly. “But you need to hurry up, babes. Places to be, people to see, and all that.”

Despite the bite in her remark, she did enjoy the sight. Sadly, the party hadn’t been much of a success for her. As it had turned out, high school kids were just as boring as they had been before her…transformation. Bunny hoped that she would find her thrills elsewhere.

“Uh…yes…!” Kitty moaned, withdrawing from the football player. “That was pretty awesome, thanks!” She blew him a kiss while putting her clothes back in order. “Maybe we can do that again sometime.” Then, as if he wasn’t even in the room, she sauntered over to her sister. “Do you think Damien will be pleased? He will be pleased by my gift, right?”

Bunny rolled her eyes and shrugged and took Kitty’s hand. “I’m sure he will, babes. I’m sure he will.”

***

Hannah barely managed to concentrate on the food, even though it was excellent. The nerve. The fucking nerve! But two could play that game, and Hannah was ready to play tonight, much more so than she had been before her husband had arrived on the scene.

“This is delicious”, she purred. She threw a sidelong glance at Paul. “Maybe even better than sex!” A giggle, a look at Glen, and then at Paul again. “Or maybe that’s because of the sex I’ve been having.”

 

[LitShark]

Jake froze as Kylie called his bluff, bending over the sink and exposing herself to an ass fucking. But while the alcohol fueled Kylie’s confidence, it undermined Jake’s. He wasn’t hard and the booze was making getting hard… harder. The more he thought about getting himself hard, the harder getting hard got and it was beginning to feel like the room was spinning.

“We—we shouldn’t do this,” Jake pulled her dress back down to cover her ass again, “you’re not ready and I’m… I’m not ready either. We’ve got church in less than six hours. I’d better get you home.”

It was feigned gallantry, but at least Jake hoped he managed to disguise the real problem he was having. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about Damien—the way she had rubbed herself against him. How wholly he seemed to possess her in mere seconds.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here,” Jake remarked, just before an urgent pounding came on the bathroom door.

Jake took Kylie’s hand and opened the bathroom door, one of the other guys from the team burst in, diving for the toilet as his liquid puke spewed forth into the bowl. If there had ever been a mood, it was certainly spoiled now.

“Let’s get you home,” Jake reiterated, leading Kylie out of the puke-stinking bathroom.

*-*-*

Bunny and Kitty joined Damien and Rachel at her car where they were making out, leaned against the door. His hands roamed her toned ass through her designer dress. Damien briefly came up for air when the other two arrived.

“Good girls,” Damien sighed, unclear who he meant, perhaps all, “Kitty, you did well. I’ll reward you tonight. Rachel, let me drive. I know a place we can go…”

Without waiting for an answer, Damien snatched her keys from her handbag, holding them up around his middle finger.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to love it,” his smile was seductive, but not exactly reassuring.

*-*-*

Paul laughed, maybe a little too long at Hannah’s remark about her sex life. Glen was considerably less amused, what’s worse, the food had been really delicious. He tossed his cloth napkin onto his empty plate, standing up from the table pointedly, causing the glasses to rattle in his intoxication.

“Paul, Rick—thank you guys so much for the hospitality, but my wife and I have church tomorrow, so we better get going.”

Paul, in an uncharacteristically alpha move, put his hand over Hannah’s.

“I go to the same church, Glen. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to get Hannah were she needs to go.” Paul smiled, letting that innuendo simmer in the tense air.

Glen turned fierce eyes on his wife.

“Is that right? Are you staying?” you fucking whore Glen managed to stop himself from saying it out loud, but his eyes said it pretty clearly.

*-*-*

Tires squealed as Damien skidded to a stop outside of what Rachel would recognize as Emma’s house, but Damien was there to see Carole. For all her oaths and promises, Emma was resisting him harder than he’d expected and she was frustratingly out of reach at the moment. He intended to make Carole pay for this.

“How about it? You wanna go fuck in your rival’s bed? Maybe have her mom eat your asshole,” Damien was chuckling as he opened Rachel’s door, “I’m going to fuck you well. I’ve got this bitch wrapped around my finger.”

Damien grinned, reincorporating her remark from earlier, he let the other girls open their own doors. He led the procession into the house.

“Where’s my little meat toilet?” Damien called out, entering the house.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“I’m here!”

Rachel looked up. There, at the top of the stairs, was Emma’s mom Carol. As for so many things, Rachel had always envied Emma for her mom who had always been a picture of grace and kindness. “Uhm…hi, Mrs. Jenkins!” It felt strange to be here with Damien and his sleazy freak minions, and even stranger still that Damien had addressed her with…that word. What the hell was going on? And when Emma’s mom stepped into the halo of light that shone up from the hallway, Rachel saw that she looked strangely disheveled, her hair a mess and her facial expression both stricken and vacant.

It creeped her the fuck out.

“Uhm…babe?” she whispered to Damien’s back. “I’d rather go somewhere else.”

Bunny let out a soft derisive snort next to her. These freaks were really starting to piss her off. And sure, she hated that uppity bitch Emma’s guts and all, but with the video she had filmed in the goth porn shop, she would be able to have her nemesis at her feet anyway. And then some. Taking head cheerleader from her was just the beginning. But this? This was just too much.

“I missed you.” Oh god. Wow. Rachel felt like she was going to puke. “No, seriously. This is a bit too kinky, even for me.”

Even Kitty looked a bit stricken. Bunny just looked bored. “I’m serious, Damien. Let’s get out of here.” Rachel tried hard not to let her mounting panic show. “I want to fuck, but I’m not into this MILF shit. Please tell me that you’re not, either.” And it sounded like Carol had already gotten a piece of Damien. Either that or the woman was extremely drunk. Or high. Or both.

“She has a point,” Bunny sighed. “This is a bit sad. There must be a more fun place than this in this shithole. It can’t be either the dull jock party or the lonely American sweetheart mom’s house.”

For once, Rachel had to agree with the bitch in the bunny ears. She turned to leave, hoping that Damien would get the hint. She wondered if she had made a mistake, giving Coach Owens a rain check. For all his faults, that man at least knew how to fuck, and he hadn’t felt the need to make such a show of it. But Damien? All he had done was make her want it, make her beg and work for it – and by God, she wanted him more than she ever had anyone – but so far, didn’t deliver.

***

Despite her best efforts, Kylie breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay.” She suddenly felt a bit sheepish. She turned around and hugged Jake, unsure what had come over them both. “I’m definitely ready to leave this party.” Then she remembered that Jake had told her that he was too drunk to drive, but so was everybody else at this party.

“Uhm…maybe you could walk me home?” She hoped that he wasn’t mad. Or that he had now changed his mind about her. After all, he was still Jake Myers, one of the most popular boys in school, and she had almost blown her chances with him, being a bitchy drama queen. She needed another chance to show him that she was worth the effort, and maybe, if they walked together, she would get one.

Because Kylie was convinced that she had to give Jake something so he would want to see her again. Otherwise, any of the other girls would. Gladly.

“We could take the way past our church”, she purred, pressing her body against his. “It’s nice and quiet, and the night is so beautiful.”

***

Janet and Nina exchanged a look. This was not how the evening was supposed to go. “Darling…”, Nina finally said, putting one hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Stop teasing Glen. He’s had such a terrible week.” Janet immediately jumped at the opportunity and sidled up to Glen, putting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing them lovingly. “Yes, how are you holding up with Wes and all?”

Hannah took a deep breath but didn’t pull her hand away from under Paul’s. Nina didn’t seem to mind, on the contrary. She saw the heated look that woman had thrown her husband, and for a moment, she was afraid that courage would desert her. Over her anger and the fear of Glen embarrassing her in front of Salem’s most sophisticated couples, she had almost forgotten what this evening was all about.

“Please don’t leave,” Janet purred in her husband’s ear. “You have no idea how long we have hoped to welcome you and Hannah at one of our dinners…the food is just foreplay, you know?”

And with that, Janet leaned over and started kissing Nina, deeply and passionately. Hannah stared, surprised by how much the sight aroused her. She could see the outline of Nina’s hard nipples beneath the silk fabric of her blouse and wondered what they would feel like in her mouth. What they would look like in Paul’s mouth.

There was a lovely scent of vanilla, chocolate, and candied orange in the air. Was it time for dessert?

***

When Emma finally woke up, it was pitch black inside the shop and Pastor Hawthorne was gone. It took her a moment to understand where she was, and what had happened. When she remembered, shame flooded her body like poison. Shame, and a terrible longing.

Why had he deserted her? Why had he just run away?

So, she scrambled to her feet, felt around the ground for her phone and car keys, and when she found both, she stumbled out the door and into the night. This was all so very wrong, but there had to be a way to fix it. There just had to be! She had to find the priest, and those guys from the shop. Emma crawled into her car, her pussy still deliciously aching. She realized that she had just fucked her second man in just 24 hours, while Wes was still in hospital, and the devil still loose in Salem. All of this had to stop.

And the first place she was going to look for help, again, was the church.

 

[LitShark]

Damien’s eyes darkened as Rachel balked just inside the doorway. Even the pets seemed to have opinions about where he had made his nest. Had he been too generous with them? Did they truly misunderstand their place so entirely? He was demon royalty, older than history and yet these—these teenagers thought they could steer him like livestock.

It was ironically time for a “come to Jesus moment.”

Damien reached out, as if tenderly and suddenly grasped the back of her neck, tugging her head closer to his own, his breath smelled like cloves and citrus.

“I’ve indulged your predilections and preferences for long enough. I give commands, I am not commanded. If you wish to leave, do so—if you wish to serve, do so eagerly and without complaint. This meat—”

Damien grabbed Carol by the throat, pulling her forward into Rachel’s vision, indicating what meat he was referring to.

“This meat belongs to me and has a purpose. Even the pets have their uses—despite recently forgetting their place. They will learn. In the past ten minutes the only meat that has proven worthy of my attention is this meat. She hungers for me. You should be trying to rival her hunger, not bitching about it. Cat, Rabbit, take this one up to her room and edge her until I come to give you two your punishment. Go!”

Damien roughly shoved Carole by the throat toward Bunny and Kitty. The house felt like it was vibrating. Damien’s anger made the whole house feel hot. Damien closed both hands around Rachel’s throat, his dark eyes searing into her as he pushed her against the wall. His body pressed roughly against hers, his massive cock hard behind his designer slacks.

“So what will it be, Meat? Will you scream? Will you run? Or will you serve?”

Without waiting for an answer, Damien kissed Rachel with the full force of his power. The pheromones were so dense it was nearly impossible to breathe. The tight-fitting, designer dress gave a rattling cry as it was roughly torn from her body, ruined in an instant. He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside along with the scraps of her dress.

“Serve, Meat. Serve for all you’re worth and pray I deem it enough,” Damien’s pants hit the floor next. He pushed her back against the wall and smothered any reply in a deep and passionate kiss. Even his tongue was overpowering hers, folding it in half and pinning it to the roof of her mouth.

He slammed her against the wall again, his cock pushing deep into her. He slammed her against the wall again, the impact was enough that Emma’s framed senior photo tumbled off the wall and shattered on the ground.


*-*-*


The shift in energy was tangible and Glen looked almost sheepishly at his wife. Paul too seemed to be stricken by the words from his wife. Their little parties were supposed to be about love and acceptance, not jealousy and competition.

“Leave it to the wives, always reminding us to be our best selves. Glen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be…”

“No, it’s alright. I—”

Neither quite knew how to express their contrition, but they both wanted things to move into the bedrooms. Glen had no right to be jealous and Paul had no cause to taunt Glen—it was like some devil had possessed them.

“It’s been tough,” Glen said to Janet, turning his head to find her face very close to his own, relieved to change the subject, “we miss Wes dearly, but we’ve got this transfer student who… shows promise. Hannah has been amazing and understanding through everything, but it’s fair to say I’ve been under stress.”

Glen looked up to Hannah again. Was this really what they wanted? Did they need this? A mutual reprieve from their marital vows. At least Glen would be cheating with someone close to his age for a change.

“Whether it’s back home or…” Glen glanced back and forth between Janet and his wife, “somewhere closer. But I need to find my way to a bed sooner than later. We’ve got to get up for church tomorrow.”


*-*-*


“Yeah,” Jake sighed, feeling like a great weight had come off his chest, “let’s get the hell out of here.”

Jake wrapped his arms around Kylie and draped his letter jacket around her shoulders. He ushered her out protectively like she was a politician who had been shot at and he was secret service. One hand gripping her upper arm with his other hand around her shoulders.

Once they were outside, he relaxed a little bit and took her hand instead of having his arm around her. The Texas night was too warm to be joined at the hip and Jake couldn’t shake the feeling that the closer he got to Kylie, the more danger he was putting himself in.

Nor could he shake the image of her dancing with Damien—his new teammate. He’d never seen the expression she had on her face. He’d never seen that look anywhere, even in the porno magazines he kept under his bed. It felt like he was making a fool of himself, but he also couldn’t help it.

The part that really unsettled Jake was that he liked it.

He liked the way Kylie—the innocent, girl-next-door, daughter of his mentor—the way she seemed to lose herself in reckless pleasure. The way she seemed to forget everything around her as she ground against him like a stripper on the pole.

The church loomed over him as they grew closer on their way back to Kylie’s house. As they passed under the tree in front of the church, Jake’s face seemed to vanish into the shadow of one branch, replaced by Damien’s smirking, dark eyes—only to return to innocent, red-blooded Jake when the next shadow passed over him.

“I’m really sorry if I… crossed a line, or something,” Jake said softly as they approached her house, confident that her parents were inside asleep, “but you’re still my girl, right?”

When they reached her door, Jake turned to face her. He leaned in and kissed her sweetly, gently. Even he could feel that it was insufficient—like tossing a stone into a bottomless hole of unsatisfied need in Kylie that was pulling at the edges of everything around her. But he didn’t know any better.

“I left you a present in your bag.” as a cloud crossed the moon, Damien’s eyes shone back from the shadow and his voice came out of Jake’s mouth—but when the cloud passed again, he was himself. “Goodnight, babe.”

Jake smiled and took back his jacket, draping it over his shoulder as he turned away and headed home.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Rachel would have liked to scream. She would have wanted to run, too. But these, as it turned out, had all been options she should have taken long ago, at the hospital maybe, or even before that. It was too late now. Much too late.

Who the fuck was this guy, really? There was something she had missed all along, and her brain refused to cooperate. Maybe because suddenly, she had been thrust into basic survival mode. But even that was too much to ask now. Too little, too late.

“Damien…!” Her voice wavered somewhere between a shriek and a terrified whisper before he smothered all sound with his lips, pinning her to the wall like one would a butterfly. He was hot, so very hot, in more than one sense of the word, and her body yearned for him in a way she had not thought possible.

This was not regular jock lust. But what, then?

His kiss made her feel high and hungry and terrified and elated, all at the same time. Too much to process, too much to feel. Her body, every single cell, was vibrating with the need to please him. Her first orgasm tore through her the moment he rammed his cock into her.

She would have screamed if she could have.

Fuck, he hadn’t been lying when he had promised her a good fuck. Rachel, despite her fear and the whirlwind of terrifying emotions, was smiling against his lips. Happy. For the first time in her short dating life, she felt something more than just mild interest in a guy. More than the nagging hope that it would be over quickly, that she would maybe even get off and add some clout to her carefully curated notoriety as the fabulous high school slut.

She wrapped her arms around him, melting against his hard, wonderful body, allowing herself to give in to this new, terrifying feeling.

Could this be love?

***

“Oh, but all have to get up for church in the morning, sweetheart,” Janet said, breaking the kiss with Nina and letting her hands slide down Glen’s chest from behind. “But what use would a Sunday at church be, if we didn’t sin a little tonight?”

Nina nodded. “What would we even tell the pastor?”

Hannah was conflicted, but only until Nina pulled her up by her wrist and into her embrace. She was too stunned to resist, and when Paul’s wife started kissing her, she didn’t want to resist anymore. Her lips were wonderfully soft and warm and inviting and there was a scent of the nighttime ocean in the air that reminded her of her honeymoon with Glen. She let herself go and kissed Nina back, tongue and lips and all.

“That’s hot, isn’t it?” Janet whispered into Glen’s ear, letting her fingers slide into his shirt and feeling for the warm skin and the hard muscles underneath. “Do you like watching?”

***

“Of course I’m your girl!” Kylie giggled and slapped Jake’s chest playfully. It felt somehow fake, rehearsed, but wasn’t that what she was supposed to say? His kiss was sweet and soft and respectful, and it felt safe.

Nothing at all like Damien.

“Thanks for getting me home.” She squeezed his hand. “Good night.”

She had already half forgotten about him when she went up the stairs, rummaging in her bag for the present she knew Damien had left her. When her fingers closed around the smooth vibrator, she smiled, despite her lingering jealousy that he had left with that bitch Rachel. Maybe it was because…how had he put it? Because he liked the game of chase? When someone got hurt? This was new to Kylie, the feeling of wanting to see a rival ground into the dust, to come out triumphant.

She took the vibrator out of her bag and looked at it. Smooth and silver and something Damien had touched. His words still reverberated. No one had ever talked to her like this – mostly because her da would have had their tongue, probably – but she wondered what it would feel like to get her face…fucked. Still halfway on the stairs, she slid down onto one of the wooden steps, her back to the wall, and she lifted the glittering vibrator to her mouth, tentatively flicking the tip with her tongue. To her surprise, it didn’t taste of metal, or…nothing. There was an empowering aroma of dark chocolate and candied orange, of caramelized sugar. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her lips around the toy, sucking on it, pretending that it was Damien who was here with her…fucking her mouth.

***

Emma felt lost. She had never lived anywhere else and knew this town like the back of her hand, but tonight Salem felt foreign and hostile. When she finally saw the dark outline of the church against the night sky, she hurried her steps a little more.

At first she froze in fear when she saw the silhouette approaching on the sidewalk, a guy from what she could see. But then the clouds passed, and she saw that it was Jake.

“Oh Jake!” Emma flew into his arms, grateful for having run into him. “I’m so glad to see you!” And she was. Surely he would understand if she told him. Surely he would help

 

[LitShark]

Dawn broke blue and orange over Salem Texas on Sunday morning.

Many were still in the throes of passion from the night before, even as the church bells began ringing. Damien had been fucking Rachel for several hours with no signs of slowing down. The Owens’ were scarcely returning from their first foray into the local swingers’ scene, needing a quick change before church and a viable excuse to feed their daughter as to why they had been gone all night.

Jake was still processing everything that had unfolded between him and Kylie, processing how much he was going to be hungover versus still drunk in church, when he saw Emma for the first time since the hospital.

Emma had always been beautiful, sought after by every boy in their grade and even more grown men than seemed healthy, but in the blue of early morning, she looked noticeably diminished somehow. She had dark circles under her eyes and her normally lush hair seemed brittle and unorganized. Her soft, kissable lips were chapped and she seemed like she’d spent the night outdoors. Very unlike herself.

In all the time Jake had known her, Emma had never been needy or desperate, not for anything. On the contrary, it was everyone else who huddled around her, desperate for her attention like bees seeking pollen from the same flower. But she seemed desperate for attention and physical touch when she dove into his arms. She was cold as a frog and felt brittle as she clung to him furiously.

“Emma?” Jake seemed startled and confused, “you’re here so early. Is Carol here?”

With some effort, Jake managed to pull Emma back from him by her bare shoulders. He glanced around for her mother. While most of Emma felt frozen and decrepit, the place between her legs felt like a burning furnace—like the front of her flirty sundress might burst into flames. After just a momentary embrace, the rivet in Jake’s jeans got hot enough to nearly burn him.

“Is everything… are you… alright?” Jake smelled like a brewery but he was sober enough to know that something was very, very wrong with his friend, “let’s get you warmed up.”

Jake draped his letter jacket around Emma’s shoulders and rubbed her arms through the plush, leather sleeves. He led her back to the place where his truck was still parked from the night before. He would crank the heater and try to get some color back in Emma’s face while she told him of her woes.

*-*-*

“C’mon, we’re already going to be late,” Glen called up to Kylie, rushing to finish bundling his tie under the collar of his wrinkled, denim dress shirt.

The events of the prior night were still racing through Glen’s head. The feeling of another woman’s pussy on his cock. He could still smell it through his pants. His wife with his rival, but even that seemed to turn him on now. He’d had sex with three partners the night before, and his cock was still hard as he rushed his family to get ready for Sunday services.

“Babe?” Glen seemed to be asking if she still was his, “how are we looking?”

A handy disguise for a check-in on their marriage under the semblance of trying to get them to church on time. The toaster dinged and a pair of Pop Tarts sprang up. Glen used paper towels to take the hot pastries from the slots. He could go without breakfast, for now.

*-*-*

Pastor Hawthorne crumbled another sheet of paper and buried his head in his palm. Nothing seemed right. The words wouldn’t come. What could he even say? He himself had sinned with one of his teenaged parishioners—one who sought his council over her boyfriend in the hospital with a broken neck.

He felt gross, defiled and unworthy.

What could he say to them?

With tearful eyes, Hawthorne looked up at the morning light filtering through the clouds through the stained-glass windows of his rectory. He had to come up with something to tell them. And fast.

*-*-*

By dawn, Damien had moved Rachel over to the couch, having finished fucking her against the wall. Now he was fucking her missionary style, from above, his athletic body tireless in its rhythmic thrusting. He caressed the side of her face, gently slipping his thumb into her mouth as he raised up to look at her, rearing like a snake as his other-worldly cock opened Rachel up still wider and deeper than she could have previously imagined.

“Yes,” he sighed, “take all of me.”

His words seemed to make the walls sweat, even as his hips made it clear that she had not yet done as he was insisting. Perhaps she couldn’t. But his slow, insistent grinding made sure that she did.

“Take it!” he grunted again, moving faster.

The moans from upstairs were growing louder too and every window in the house was fogged over and opaque with the intensity of the damp inferno burning within. Everything was sweat and friction and moans.

“Take it!” Damien roared like a beast—like a demon as he came inside for the second time in a handful of hours.

 

[Curious_Muse]

“Nothing is okay.” Emma mumbled the words, more to herself than to Jake, leaning heavily against him. “We need to stop him.” This time, her voice sounded fierce. “Before he destroys the whole town…” Fragments of her memories of last night flitted through her mind in a mad succession. The man she had hoped would help her, would help them, had betrayed her. Could she trust him still? She glanced up at the church, looming in the light of dawn. “Where…have you seen Damien?”

She didn’t know how to ask Jake about him, suddenly afraid that he, too, might already be compromised. Gone. “We need to do something”, she said urgently, without looking at her friend. “I think he…he…did something to me. To everyone.” Stopping in her tracks, she pulled at Jake’s shirt. “Do you believe me? Or am I going totally crazy? After everything that happened with Wes…but I’m not crazy, okay? We need to stop him.”

***

Kylie felt that something was…off. She had feared that her parents would be mad, that they would somehow know what she had done, or almost done, at the party. That she had been at the party without their permission. And Jake. Her dad would lose his shit if he knew. But in the car on the way to church, it felt like her parents didn’t even notice that she was there, too, confused and nervous in the backseat. They had come home late, after she had fallen asleep, and there was a strange air about them. And the sugary scent in the car seemed both strange and familiar.

Her mom was looking out the window, absent and lost in her own reveries. Her dad looked…disheveled. What had happened at that stupid dinner party?

And for the first time, she felt like church was the last place she wanted to be.

***

Rachel was ecstatic. She had lost count of her many orgasms, and was nothing more than a willing, loving, needy fuck puppet beneath him, lost in the fire of his beautiful eyes, the feeling of his beautiful body, his amazing cock deep inside her.

“Oh…oh…Damien!” The sound of passionate moans, lusty shrieks was all around her, coming from the bedrooms above, maybe, she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. “I love you…oh god, I love you!” And for the first time, she meant it, meant it desperately. “I’m yours…yours forever!” The depth of these words scared her, and she didn’t even know why. “Devour me…all of me!” This sappy shit would have made her cringe under other circumstances, and part of her was horrified, though she wasn’t sure of what, but now it felt right. Fitting.

Final.

 

[LitShark]

The sun was already up and bright by the time Damien was finished fucking Rachel. He enjoyed the things she was saying and felt confident that she was well and truly brought to heel. After one last plunge into her deepest parts, Damien pulled out and sprayed his thick, potent cum across Rachel’s face and chest, staining her with a need for him that would only grow greater.

He tugged his cock a few more times and shook it, dropping the last few drops across her lips before rolling over and lighting a cigarette. The screams from upstairs continued, bringing a smile to his lips.

“Bring that whore down here, I want to talk to her about her daughter,” Damien called upstairs, leaving it open ended who he was demanding this of—a way of gently pitting the girls against one another. Reinforcing that there is and will remain a pecking order among them, “Maybe we should stop by the church this morning, I’ve got some words for Miss Emma. We can’t have her staying out all night like this. She needs some good old-fashioned discipline.”

Damien gave Rachel’s thigh a slow caress and then a slap.

“Get dressed. You come too, in case she needs her ass kicked,” Damien chuckled, he was half-kidding.

*-*-*

“Emma! You’re scaring me!” Jake was gripping her wrists as she clung to his shirt, “I don’t like that kid Damien, either. But I can’t lie—you do sound a little nuts. Did he hurt you? Did he force you to do something? Did he… take something from you? This weekend has been crazy, but I think you need a good night’s sleep before you host any Ted Talks on the Transfer student.”

Jake relaxed his grip on her wrists, pulling her into a close hug. There had been a time when this would have been a dream come true for Jake. Before Wes, when Jake had thought that Emma was perfect. Before he’d become infatuated with Kylie. He couldn’t help from having his pulse quicken as his palms moved over her toned, petite back.

“If he comes here, we’ll deal with him. Come on. Some new kid’s not going to change everything overnight. We’ll just make his school life hell. He won’t make it until next Sunday,” Jake held her closer, lending his body heat as his lips moved gently along the nape of his neck, “I promise. I’ll protect you.”

Jake almost gave himself a jump-scare when he saw Kylie and Coach drive past in his truck. He quickly extricated himself from her arms. He almost tossed his keys to her.

“Stick around as long as you want, warm yourself up, I’ll see you in there.”

*-*-*

Glen felt awkward in the silence as he pulled into a parking space behind the church. The prospect of seeing everyone in church was daunting. He had fucked someone other than his wife and she had fucked someone else, too. Practically everyone knew all about it. Would Jesus understand?

They had landed in a good place, but things were awkward. The fate of their marriage was uncertain, and Kylie seemed to be anxious about something, too.

“Here we are,” Glen was reduced to cliches in the absence of anything real to say.

 

[Curious_Muse]

Jake was little help. Emma did notice the coach was driving by and assumed that Jake had done something, or feared having done something, to piss him off. Or maybe it was all connected to Damien. It was all so fucked up and she was painfully aware that she wasn’t only responsible for this situation, but she was also beholden to that bastard in more ways than one. It was luck, probably, that he hadn’t come for her yet. Her clammy fingers closed around the metal keys. What to do? There were so few options.

She watched as more and more cars arrived in the parking lot of the church. Families, groups of friends from school, all ready to hear the message of their good pastor. It was too bad that the church was no longer a place she could expect help from.

“Fuck it,” Emma whispered to herself. She opened Jake’s truck, sat down in the driver’s seat and put the keys in the ignition. Better not to use her own car, because it was too conspicuous. Maybe it was time to go see Wes and confess everything to him. Maybe coming clean to him would somehow reverse this nightmare or at least slow it down.

***

Kylie didn’t even see Jake. She was lost in thought. It was a miracle, really, that her parents hadn’t heard about the party, about Jake. Or about Damien. Things like that usually travelled like wildfire in Salem, and most kids didn’t even get away with a little PDA in the school’s hallway without their parents knowing about it before they even got home. She wondered about Mary and Alicia. How was it possible that Alicia’s parents hadn’t caught the debauchery going on at their home? It was all…so strange. And her own parents? It felt like they didn’t even notice she was there. Her mom looked somehow exhausted and elated at the same time. She hadn’t said a word since they had left the house.

“I’ll meet you inside, okay?” Kylie unlocked her door. “I want to find Alicia first.” Her mom nodded absent-mindedly while gazing out her side of the window. Kylie saw that Rachel’s parents had also just arrived. Paul Bowers waved at them, and for some strange reason, her mom…blushed. What the fuck?

It was a very strange morning. But she didn’t say what she was also thinking: would Damien be here?

***

Rachel had showered and cleaned herself up nicely. She had chosen a nice little outfit from Emma’s closet, a nice pencil skirt and a blouse that were not strictly fit for church, but better than the tattered designer dress she had been wearing when they had arrived. It was all pretty intriguing. She could still feel Damien’s cock inside her, could taste him on her tongue, could smell his incredible scent.

Kitty and Bunny had washed and dressed a very dazed Carol. She looked so thoroughly fucked and satisfied that Rachel wondered how she thought she would sit through an entire church service. With a smile like that on those lips? Even the most devout churchgoing husband might find himself tempted.

What she most looked forward to, though, was seeing Emma. She couldn’t wait to find out her role in all this. And she remembered the very hot footage she had on her phone, fucking her pastor in a sex shop. She still hadn’t decided how and when to deploy that video, but it would be such a wonderful spectacle when she did.

“I feel like I have sinned,” she said with a sweet smile. “Let’s go to church.”

 

[LitShark]

Damien couldn’t quite place it, but something about seeing Rachel filling out Emma’s clothes made him excited. Perhaps he was still in some way bound to the one who had summoned him—an unfortunate side effect of her soul possession left unfinished. Damien could feel his influence expanding, broadening and constricting around this town—yet his first and most important conquest continued to fight him.

It was impressive, if he was honest—that she could resist his allure for so long and so far. But Damien was in no mood to be impressed. He wanted all of the variables within his grasp by the time he went back to Kylie. He was eager to teach her the exquisite pleasure of being unfaithful—the sneaking, the lying—it all made the pleasure vibrate going down. And he could scarcely wait to use her throat that he’d already prepared to take him by removing her gag reflex completely.

It had all worked itself out, except for making Emma his thrall. And those other boys she had rallied against him, hopefully they had both learned their lesson.

Damien kissed Kitty and Bunny, his two thralls recruited from his pursuers, would his power over them hold? Bunny was deeply struck, but Kitty had yet to be deeply tested. It seemed that for now, at least, they were dutiful. He examined Carol, turning her face in his hand before shoving her back to the couch.

“The whore can stay here,” Damien chuckled, “in case her daughter comes back. If she does, you keep her here. No matter what it takes, you understand me?”

Damien spoke sternly to Carol before turning to kiss Rachel as well.

“I doubt we’ll go inside. Unless you want to expose the preacher and our missing friend.” Damien chuckled, not really intending to challenge Hawthorne just yet.

Mostly, Damien was going to church to fuck Kylie’s throat during the sermon. He hoped she would feel his arrival and come to join him. He wanted to cum in her throat—to bind himself deeper to her. He also wanted to find a more permanent fuck buddy for Rachel. He knew that the key to keeping her loyalty was keeping her satisfied.

“We need to find Emma. As much as I wish it wasn’t, it’s important. She doesn’t really have a chance, but I’d like to delay her attempts.”

He almost asked what Rachel wanted out of their trip to the local church, but decided to let it alone. She girl was seldom bashful about what she wanted and Damien was confident he could deliver.

“Let’s go repent for our sins,” Damien playfully swatted Rachel’s ass through Emma’s skirt, “you drive.”

*-*-*

“Kitty? Now I know you’re fucking with me…” Lana shook her head, unable to imagine Jessie, her girlfriend, dressing up as some kind of cosplay, furry whore for a guy—a high school guy, no less.”

“No, he’s not a guy! He’s a devil—the devil!” Colin was pleading.

Miguel nodded in agreement, “he took my girlfriend right in front of me. I’m telling you, he’s not human.”

“Whatever. I’m going on record that I am not buying any of this, but if this prank or whatever I love an excuse to go see my girl.” Lana shrugged into her coat, “as long as you schmucks know, you’re driving the whole way and I’m not chipping in for snacks or gas.”

“Deal.” Colin said, enthusiastically moving back toward the car, “We’ll be there in about three hours.”

*-*-*

“Welcome, peace be with you,” Pastor Hawtorne feigned a smile, shaking hands with Paul Bowers, “good morning, peace be with you.”

The pastor was dressed nicely, but by his own standards for Sunday service, his typically crisp shirt was wrinkled and his collar was rounded over instead of creased. From a distance, he looked like himself, but the bags under his eyes betrayed a sleepless Saturday night.

“Peace be with you, come on in.” Hawthorne continued greeting his delegation.

*-*-*

Glen sighed as he parked the truck. If he was honest with himself, he probably shouldn’t have been driving. He was still mostly drunk from the night before and the hangover was creeping in. His feelings about joining the swingers’ circle was mixed, but at least things seemed alright between himself and his wife, he barely had any patience to deal with his daughter.

“Go on and see your friends, I don’t mind,” Glen had to stop himself from saying he didn’t care.

Glen had his mind on the free coffee that was typically set out in the church greeting area when one of his students—Jake marched right up to him. Glen wanted nothing to do with any of his students until Monday—except maybe for Rachel…

“Coach Owens,” Jake was swelling his chest up, planting his feet like he expected to be punched, “I know that you’re old-fashioned guy and it’s one of the things I admire about you. Because of that, I want to show you the respect of looking you in the eye and telling you the truth. I am dating your daughter, Kylie. She’s my girlfriend. I want to tell you in the hopes of earning your blessing. I am in the church and waiting for marriage,” this was true in the sense that Jake had not had sex with Kylie, which was good enough for the church parking lot, “but I feel strongly for her and someday hope to ask you for her hand in marriage.”

Glen just stared for a moment.

“You can’t be serious…” was all Glen could muster.

Jake raised his chin higher, he was resolute.

“We’ll talk about this on Monday.” Glen grit his teeth. His daughter’s purity was the last thing he wanted to talk about, “you didn’t feel the need to mention this?” his tone was still civil, but it was clear that he expected answers from Kylie.

Had she intended to keep this from him?

 

[Curious_Muse]

It turned out that her brilliant plan to evade any questions from her parents was thwarted by Jake himself, who decided that the parking lot was the appropriate place to confront the consequences of his actions – and her dad. Kylie could have punched him for it, even though she felt flattered for this old-fashioned show of chivalry. And somewhere in a corner of her mind she was aware that only a week ago, she would have given her right arm for Jake Thornton to claim her as his girlfriend like that.

But today, everything was different.

“Dad…”, she tried, not knowing where to start. “I was going to tell you, I swear. It just happened.” She was also extremely embarrassed that Jake had felt the need to touch upon her virginity like that. “And he’s been the perfect gentleman, I swear.” She drew little circles on the pavement with her sneaker. “Promise me that this won’t affect his position in the team, dad.”

It was probably better not to mention Damien at this point.

***

Emma had parked the car in the deserted hospital parking lot. Sunday morning wouldn’t have been very busy, with most of the town being in church. She took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel, then opened the driver’s door and stepped out.

The receptionist looked at her with only mild interest, then went back to her crossword puzzle. What would Wes say? What could he possibly say? But Emma felt that she was out of options, after both the pastor and Jake had failed her. Where else was she supposed to go? If Damien came for her, at least he would have to pry her out of the hands of the guy she really, truly loved.

Slowly, she opened the door to his room, hoping to find him awake and alone. “Wes?” she whispered. The curtains were drawn, and the room was silent. “It’s me…Emma. I have to talk to you. I…I did something…for you…for us. I am so sorry.”

***

Rachel steered the car into an empty spot with a showy screech of the tires, and grinned. “There. All the good people of Salem are here.” Her eyes were scanning the church parking lot for her rival’s vehicle. “Let me try and find the little church mouse”, she told Damien. Then she turned towards Kitty. “I sent you a file. There’s a projector upstairs in the youth group meeting room. Why don’t you go and set everything up?” She wasn’t even sure yet if she was going to go through with showing the film she had shot in the sex shop to the entire congregation. Maybe Emma would admit defeat before she even had to resort to such drastic measures. But part of her was itching for causing some chaos. To show all those hypocrites who the real slut was in their town.

 

[LitShark]

Damien watched the congregation milling about the parking lot of the mega-church as Rachel conspired with Kitty. It pleased him to see her taking the initiative like this, using his thralls to carry out her own machinations, but it wasn’t time yet to scandalize his main prey. Sure, he wanted her desperate, he wanted her feeling cornered—but it was better to threaten this absolute humiliation rather than to actualize it. He grasped the back of Rachel’s neck and pulled her forehead against his own.

“You turn me on when you plot against our foes, I like you feral, craving humiliation of others… but for now, I have something else in mind for you. We will make love, not war. Let the mother be responsible for her brood,” Damien reached into to back seat and shoved a few fingers into Carol’s mouth, “we have the high ground, as it were—no need to charge into their fortress of blind faith and profit. We’ll send the bimbo in for mass, and while the preacher pontificates…”

It was then that Damien locked eyes with Kylie, even across the parking lot, even in the midst of her relationship troubles, his dark eyes captivated her blue ones and she felt more like a woman than she ever had. Not like a Southern Trad-Wife, as Jake seemed to want—not like an innocent damsel as her father seemed to want—she felt like a woman in control of her life, of her future. Willing and able to explore the sexual curiosities that Damien seemed to effortlessly draw out of her.

Damien continued to stare past Kylie’s eyes as he leaned across Rachel’s body, his hand moving up her pencil skirt as he continued eye-fucking the coach’s daughter.

“Tonight we’re claiming a prize that will actually matter. The priest is nothing to me at this point. Unless any of you want him,” his eyes glance to the back seat as his fingers slowly trace Rachel’s clit through her panties.

“We want to find Emma, bring her back home by force if necessary. In the meanwhile, Rachel and I are going to begin Kylie’s training,” looking back to Rachel as he stroked her clit some more, “you’re going to love it.”

Just then, everyone began filing into the church. Damien lit a cigarette in the church parking lot.

“Take Carol to go repent for her sins,” Damien instructed Kitty and Bunny, “if Emma is in there, bring her back with you.”

Damien made eye contact with Kylie again before she disappeared into the church, luxuriating in the expensive sports car, surrounded by beautiful girls as seemed to be his Modus Operandi.

Just as Damien was beginning to fantasize about the sexual encounter about to come, he was abruptly distracted by his own thoughts by a dozen or so loud Harley engines racing down the main street. They were being deliberately loud and wearing matching outfits. It was almost ridiculous, but Damien could tell that they carried some kind of weight, even in this small town.

“Hell’s Angels, I like that.”


*-*-*


Glen could scarcely believe what he was hearing.

Jake, the notorious ladies’ man and slot receiver, was dating his saint-like daughter? His first impulse was to rage, punch Jake’s lights out and remind everyone that his little girl was off limits. But his wife’s sidelong glance, reminding him that he wasn’t exactly free from sin, and Kylie’s nervous, puppy-dog eyes wore away his harsh edge at a glance.

The arrival of Damien in Rachel’s car reminded him that there were worse things that could befall his sweet, innocent daughter. She was a woman now. Like it or not, he was going to have to get used to this. Glen forced himself not to look back and see what Rachel was wearing.

“You’re a woman now, Kay. You can do what you want. Jake… while I’m not thrilled with this, I do appreciate your old-school sensibilities. I’m not exactly giving my blessing, but this won’t impact your playing time.” He wanted to go on to include a threat, what would happen if he played with his daughters’ tender feelings, but he decided to leave that unsaid. He had enough to repent for, “Come on then.”

Glen linked arms with his wife and draped his arm around his daughter, leading them inside. He was so overwhelmed by the idea of his daughter dating Jake, that he didn’t even notice her glances back to Damien.


*-*-*


Jake wasn’t sure what he expected, but this was better than he could have imagined. Coach had accepted him! He held Kylie’s hand as they walked into the church, they were official now—not a secret tryst, but a real couple.

It was what he wanted, wasn’t it?

His mind wandered back to Emma, she had seemed such a mess… did he have a chance now? It didn’t matter—he told himself. Kylie was the real prize. A sweet, innocent, Southern belle. Who could ask for more?

He sat with the Owens’ inside the church, the pews filling up all around them.


*-*-*


The Choir finished their song as Pastor Hawthorne stepped to the lectern. He’d been laboring over this sermon for some time now. He tried not to think about how tired he was.

“I’ve come before you good people to talk about the devil. No, not some make-believe football mascot or a red cartoon imp with a pitch fork—I mean the literal devil! The devil lives in all of us, and even the best among us cannot fend him off at all times.” Hawthorne closed his eyes briefly, once again surrounded by triple-X DVDs and the smell of teenage sex—as much as he hated what he had done with Emma, he couldn’t stop reliving it in his mind, “The Devil is all powerful, and he’s just waiting around that next corner to catch you slipping.

“Now, the devil knows what you covet. The devil knows how to tempt you. There are times that it feels damn hopeless—fending off the devil and his temptations. There may even be times that we slip and fall—there may be times that we succumb to the devil.

“But I don’t want to lecture you about falling, no folks. I came here to remind you who will be there to pick you up. When you’re in your darkest hour. When you’re second guessing your decisions. When your conscience is weighing you down—who will lift you back up? It ain’t the devil! No, he’s on to the next party. It’s Jesus who’s there for us when we fall…”

Pastor Hawthorne thought that he was doing well, until ne noticed Kylie Owens excusing herself in the midst of his sermon. Did she know? Could she see the tarnish on his soul?

“Jesus doesn’t judge us for succumbing to temptation, he forgives us! Jesus forgives us our human frailty as he sacrificed for all of us. He said ‘join me, O my children. Give to me your souls, full of sin and hate and I will wash them clean as does a rag on slate. Jesus will cleanse your hearts of sin. Not because he owes you, not because he expects better even—Jesus forgives us because he loves us. And he loves us regardless of our human faults.”


*-*-*


“Babe! I’m so glad you came!” Wes was just finishing up some neck exercises that the physical therapist had recommended to him, he wanted to toss the curtain open, but he couldn’t. “Come back, please.”

“Or better yet, ask one of the nurses for a chair. If you help me we can go outside. I haven’t been outside since…”

Wes opted not to finish that thought.

“I’m so glad you came.”


*-*-*


Outside the church, only Damien and Rachel remained, as everyone else was inside. The two of them were making out under the dangling branches of a willow tree, just feet from the church doors. The many limbs of the willow provided an incomplete privacy for the couple as Damien’s hand moved from her hip to her ass.

He looked up from Rachel as Kylie approached. She looked so nervous that he almost laughed. He couldn’t blame her. Outside of dreams they had scarcely spoken and he was with Rachel—but he knew she would come for him. He had beckoned her back out. The whole area smelled like anis and cloves.

He gently pushed Rachel aside, taking Kylie’s hand and leading her under the willow tree.

“Have you come to serve?” Damien asked, smiling, he knew the answer, “then kneel, my child and receive your holy sacrament.”

Damien pulled his cock out, gently dragging it across Kylie’s lips until she began to suck it. Once she did, he looked to Rachel.

“Hike your skirt up and press your clit against her ponytail. I want you to fuck me with her throat. It’s time to show this whore who she really is.”

Damien pulled Rachel into a deep kiss, steering her wet pussy against Kylie’s tasteful ponytail. The soft bundle of hair gave way gently as Damien pulled Rachel into a passionate kiss, her body pushing Kylie further down his huge cock.

She expected to choke. She expected it to hurt. But true to his word, Damien had removed Kylie’s gag reflex and as she became more comfortable taking him in her throat, her own pleasure rose steeply.