Page 29 of Unholy Fate

I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately trying to wake, but the dream clung to me, its sounds and sensations overwhelmingly real.

Ian/Father Hudson’s voice was closer now. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll guide you.” My resistance began to crumble under his words, my body leaning toward him as if drawn by an invisible force.

The combination of Father Hudson’s soft speech and Ian’s strong delivery became tender yet commanding.

“You’re doing so well.” His hand brushed lightly over mine, leaving tingles behind it.

A wave of heat followed the tingles, my heart racing. Despite my hesitation, I let him slowly unbutton my blouse, the soft cotton yielding under his fingers.

“Good girl.” The praise echoed in my ears and stole the air from my lungs. “You’re so brave, Evelyn. Just let go.”

I squeezed my eyes shut against the hazy shapes of Ian and Father Hudson swimming before me. The boundary between dreams dissolving as my body responded instinctively to his touch, overwhelmed by a rush of strange sensations. My mind struggled to make sense of it all, a low hum of anxiety vibrating in my ears.

With each word, a gentle pull. The voice guided, weaving a spell around us.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he whispered.

Shame and a thrill of anticipation quickened my breath even more as I shook my head.

“That’s okay. You’re doing perfectly.” His fingers traced the delicate curve of my collarbone and down around my birthmark—a tiny, crimson raspberry nestled between my breasts—his touch a soothing caress. “I’ll take care of you. Just follow my lead.”

As he slid his hand down into my shirt, I jolted awake, my body shaking, overwhelmed with sensations, pleasure, shame, all crashing into me at once. I blinked, adjusting to the dim light of my room, only to find myself face-to-face with a terrifying sight: a monstrous demon looming above me, his skin dark inkyblue, slick, and pulsating, his eyes fixed on mine with a terrifying intensity. His body was heavy, pinning me down.

I looked between my legs to find an enormous penis, but it was unlike anything I’d ever seen in real life working in the church nursery or in the medical texts and sex education classes. His member was as dark blue as the rest of him, but behind the initial bump of the head was a series of dull ridges. They were almost like soft and blunted barbs. I shrieked in fear as he pressed the tip against my vaginal opening. He barely had entered me and it felt like my core was being split apart.

“You’re so tight,” he growled, his blue lips curling into a snarl. Slowly, he pushed deeper, stretching and filling me inch by inch. It hurt, the walls of my passage protesting and resisting. The thick sensitive folds within my vagina rubbed against him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped when he finally stopped. I tilted my head to look down only to find only his barbed penis inside me. But by the feel of it, he couldn’t go in any further.

I didn’t want this, I’dneverwanted this. Or so I told myself, I even opened my mouth to scream for help, to call someone to tear this…thisthingoff of me, but deep down, some dark and forbidden part of me yearned for it, desired it.

His hips snapped forward and he grabbed onto my thighs roughly, digging his massive alien fingers into me before starting to pound into my body.

I screamed again. I was wrong. Hecouldgo farther.

My mind scrambled to make sense of the situation, but my body reacted on its own. I screamed and thrashed, but found mywrists and ankles bound tightly to the bedposts with unyielding restraints.

The demon laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through my chest. The laugh, the voice. I was familiar,toofamiliar.

“You’re mine now, Evelyn,” he said with mockery and a chilling sense of possession.

Was that... Ian? No. It couldn’t be. It looked nothing like him. This was some kind of monster. A demon from the bowels of hell, and he was shoving himself into me, and for some reason my body, rather than being horrified, was responding in a way I couldn’t understand.

Even then, I screamed and struggled against the restraints, my panic escalating as the monster’s massive…thingmoved inside me. To my horror, it wasn’t smooth. The shaft was lined with dull, barbed ridges that scraped against my inner walls with each thrust, sending jolts of pain mixed with an unbearable, unfamiliar pleasure.

To my dismay, desire pooled in my belly, and my fear was quickly overwhelmed by the mortifying sensation of arousal. The demon leaned in close. “You’re fighting it now, but you’ll be begging for it soon.”

He drove himself even deeper, to the hilt, his monstrous testicles pressing hard against me, and I cried out, partly in pain, but mostly in humiliation as my hips arched up to meet his, the sound of our bodies pounding against each other in a brutal rhythm echoing in the room. My disloyal insides clenched around him, milking his monstrousthing. I couldn’t even think of it as its proper name. Not while it was doing what it was doing.The pleasure intensified, obliterating my thoughts, as the demon violated me relentlessly, his grip on my hips unyielding.

The shame consumed me, but so did the pleasure, and I hated myself for it. His rigid shaft dragged over spots inside me I didn’t know existed, and with every thrust, I moved closer to the edge of a precipice I’d only felt once before, in the middle of the street.

“That’s it.” He grunted, his breathing ragged. “Let me have it, Evelyn. That’s a good girl.”

My world exploded. My body convulsed, and I cried out, a climax tearing through me like a wildfire. So much pleasure that I could barely think, or even understand.

The demon, whose dark blue skin sheened with sweat, leaned close. “That was just the beginning, little nun. Next time, I’m taking your ass.” My terror spiked, but I had no chance to process his words as he continued to pound into me.

How was this happening to me, a woman of God? The very thought of him...there... was too much to bear. My mind shook as he resumed his relentless assault, plunging into me again and again. His grotesque member invaded me, tearing into my very soul as it did my body.

Distressed whimpers escaped my lips, degenerating into sobs as another climax began building. My body didn’t care what I felt or thought, only that what he was doing felt so good.

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