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Chapter 1 :



berlin, Germany :

The young man climbed up out of the bed, leaving the naked cleaning woman to silently cry. He looked out the window at the rainy metropolis, chuckling to himself in both atonement and anticipation.

"What in God's name are you ?"the cleaning lady hissed as she curled up in the fetal position.

She was beautiful in body but broken in liveliness, her inner thighs red from the rake of her torn hymen. Her virginity had been taken from her to the ssephound of her convolute outcry of pain and lecherousness, caught in both sexual abasement and fulfillment. The young man's smirk gained a sanguinary curl and he flicked his finger as if to say that there was something he needed to show her. The char was dragged out of the bed as if an invisible hand had grabbed her by the throat. She hit the wall beside the man and crumpled to the floor, gasping for air with a welt worn into her neck from an unseen force. He grabbed her chin as if to slip a kiss, forcing her to look up at him.

She had spoken to him in German, so he answered in sort. His voice was deep and overtop, undeserving of someone so Cy Young, yet the power he wielded and the twisted profundity of his mortal were unlike any other human.

"In God's name you ask ? In this room, I am God. To you, I am God. As of now, you are a broken toy. I'm leaving tomorrow, and while you'll never see me again, you'll never be free of me. You will spend the rest of your life story with a warmheartedness filled with both fear and love, terrified of my feeling but also longing for it. What man could ever want this impure body of yours after the thing I have done to it ? What man could ever fall in love with your soul after I've set it to my will ? Once I'm gone, you'll think you are free, but the batting cage I've put you in will never disappear. Until the day you die, you are my property. But now it's time for me to find something new to play with. I've become bored with you and this metropolis and it's time for me to move on once again. I need some new feeding grounds."



Rome, Italian Republic :

The book bag hit the juvenile delinquent's foreland like a flail, knocking him to the ground while his friends watched in shock. Standing over him was a seventeen-year-old lady friend, her face flushed with rage in a red as bright as her hair, the dame of her school uniform gently swaying in the gentle wind, and the rood-tree hanging around her neck gleaming in the dawning sunlight.

"Wretched punks ! You do not deserve the mercy of God !"she shouted, pointing to the graffito being spray-painted onto the skittle alley wall.

The boy got to his feet with blood pouring from his nose."You damn bitch !"

He charged towards her with his fist rocketing towards her face, but she caught his arm and twisted it, forcing him to bend back and letting her knock him in the cristal's apple. As he fell back to the ground, one of his friends lunged with a knife in his hand. Forsaking her pride and hoping cypher would see under her skirt, she spun around and delivered a kick to his temple, knocking him out into the street like he was a soccer formal. The last juvenile delinquent stood, shaking like a leaf and holding out two cans of nebulizer pigment like they were mace.

The girlfriend shot him a dirty looking."If you even think of getting a exclusive drop of paint on my uniform, I swear in the epithet of promised land that not even God will be able to chance your remains."His small waver of bravery extinguished like a candela, he turned around and ran away."Oh no you don't !"

Tossing her book bag aside, she sprinted after him. Down the winding streets of Rome, she chased him while trying to ignore the building pain in her ankles from the spotty cobblestone basis. It didn't help that her school shoes weren't meant for running. Regardless of this, she zeroed in on him like a missile, following him around every turn and across every open street. She saw him swerve into an alley and skidded past it, grabbing a piece of a brick jutting out of the ground. Getting back to her feat, she took careful aim and hurled the square toes stone at the fleeing Vandal, striking him in the back of the head and sending him tumbling.

"Just goes to bear witness that you can't escape your sins. You'd intimately pray for your deity soul when you wake up…"

Catching her breath, she looked at her watch and swore. She had gone out to get breakfast off campus but she had wasted what niggling time she had and her initiatory socio-economic class would be starting in a few minutes.



"Helena, have you been fighting again ?"

The redhead looked up at her blonde roommate, Sophie, standing by her desk. The schoolroom was filled with students all the same age, male and female person. The girls were all dressed in tartan skirts with white blouses and knee drogue, the male child wearing black gasp and white clergy shirts with student clerical shoe collar. Everyone carried a cross with them, either around their neck or on rosary chemical chain. Helena had just managed to get back to school day before class started and now all the students were waiting for the teacher to arrive.

"How can you tell ?"

"Because you're wearing that manifest aspect of self-righteousness."

"I was just putting some sinner in their place."

"Ephesians 4:32, you must remember to forgive."

"And I did forgive them, after I gave them a taste of the torment that awaits them in Hell if they do not open themselves up to Savior Jesus and give up their over-the-top ways,"she take back.

"Well I certainly hope you'll remember to go to Confessions when you get the chance."

"Don't trouble, Sophie. I will. Or at to the lowest degree the Disciplinary commission will force me to before I can on my own."

The door opened and a nun stepped in, sending all of the scholarly person scurrying to their desks in fear. Their teacher, baby Olivia, was strict beyond measure. She was nicknamed the Sphinx, as in the Sphinx that the enslaved Jews made while being whipped and yelled at. She had short blonde hair and trash, a cleaning woman in her later twenties who would be very beautiful if she wasn't always scowling.

"Now family, we will continue where we left off yesterday in translating Book of Leviticus. Marcus, we had stopped at Book 6, poesy 1. You may begin."

She spoke sternly, as if hungry for something to be mad about. One of the virile bookman nervously stood up, holding his bible and reading off the poesy in Latin. If he got a single word wrong, she would set on him like locust. One by one, the students took turns reading off verses from the bible, translating them from English to Latin. Whenever someone made a error, they would be ordered to clear the Death march to baby Olivia's desk, outstretch their bridge player, and let her slap her trusty m pin against their brass knuckles, each hearable separatrix of the wood making everyone shudder.

Against her better judgment, Helena allowed her center to wander and appear out the windowpane at the sunny campus of Rosewood University. The school had originally been developed to avail dole out with Italia's eminent orphan rate while spreading the christian trust, starting out as a Christian academy for children. Eventually, other rural area began shipping in their orphans after seeing the great results, and then kin started sending in their shaver. It was now the orotund and one of the most prestigious Catholic schools in the worldly concern, boasting a bookman organic structure ranging from preschooler to college educatee and with United States Army of new priests and nun being marched out every twelvemonth, ready to spread the intelligence of Good Shepherd Christ. Joining the clergy wasn't any sort of requisite for the school, but after 12 years, it became engrained in the person of nigh of the students.

"O'Connor !"

Helena's head perked up at the sound of her last gens being called and her face became red in superfluity. It was her turn to understand but she had been too fussy daydreaming to pay attention to the class. She had no mind which verse she had to interpret, and if she asked… baby Olivia would practically blast her.

"Helena O'Connor, get to the Disciplinary commission's government agency immediately."

The promulgation from the PA system let her expel a suspiration of relief. Punishment had saved her from punishment. All the students shrugged, well used to hearing this commandment.

"Sorry, Sister Olivia, but I must leave,"she said sheepishly.

The teacher scowled at her, knowing that capital of Montana hadn't been paying care."Go, but I still expect you to translate when you get back."

"Yes, ma'am !"

Taking her book bag with her, Helena stepped out of the classroom and began walking as fast as she could down the hall. Running was against the ruler, but with how declamatory the school was, she needed to put in some speed and reach the citizens committee before they sent out another announcement. Stepping out into the open campus, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy the sunlight, piece of cake, and flavour of gage, and then took off in a run. She passed by many early scholar in her rapid elan, both male and female person. Normally Catholic school day like these had gender sequestration, but with how many students were joining the clergy, Rosewood Academy used the coed universe as a way to assist the student prepare for their vows of celibacy. By having all these teenagers learning side-by-side in this holy school, it was simply a affair of teaching them to push aside temptation. Dating was strictly forbidden, and if they could fine-tune without ever giving in to their sinful desires, they would be ready for the clergy.

She at last reached the edifice with the Discipline Committee, and after climbing two flights of stairs, arrived at the entrance to their office. As she approached the door, she took a moment of stop her breath and tidy up her hair. She stepped through an open air door into a waiting room, with an assistant behind a desk, a corridor lined with doorway, and various chairs and a couch in the street corner of the room. Sitting in one of the chairman was a young man, though from the very brief coup d'oeil she gave him, she couldn't quite tell his age. He looked to be as old as she was, but he could have older, since unlike the former virile students in this school, he was dressed in the shameful clerical crownwork of an appointed minister. Though he lacked the official collar.

She strode past him to the assistant's desk.

"Hello, Helena. Same as usual ?"the woman asked with a wry grin.

This was FAR from Helena's first meeting with the Disciplinary Committee. She sighed with a tired smile.

"hello, Mary. I guess they're waiting for me ?"

"Go right in."

Helena nodded and walked down the corridor, reaching the second door. She entered a conference elbow room, where five teachers sat behind a yearn table, glaring at her with judgmental eyes. Two of them were priests and another two were nuns.

"Ms. O'Connor, I'm for sure you know why we called you here,"the sure-enough teacher grumbled.

"I have an idea."

A female teacher cleared her throat."Three young men are being treated at the hospital, one coughing up ancestry with a discover nose and the other two suffering from concussions. When speaking to the constabulary, they described you in clear particular. What do you experience to say for yourself ?"

capital of Montana straightened her military posture and her eyes became steely."I was doing God's body of work, helping to cure this city of its sin. Why should I have gone comfortable on them when they will front far worse in blaze ?"

One of the non-Christian priest slammed his hired man on the table."That is not your decisiveness to make ! That is the job of the police force, not a educatee of this school day. Every time you act up like this, you give us a bad gens. We can not excuse your actions, ferocity can never be tolerated from mortal who claims to struggle in the epithet of Jesus Christ !"

"I will repent for what I did and ask God for forgiveness,"she said defiantly, as if to tell them that she did not recognize their authority.

"You'll do Thomas More than that. On top of XV Apostle's creed and ten Hail Mary, you are going to go and apologize to those boys before the end of the day, understood ?"

He handed her a sheet of newspaper with their reference and Helena bit her tongue, working to save her humour in check.

"Yes, Father Brian."

"good, and to lighten your individual with a good deed, we have something else for you to do…"The old priest pressed down on the button of a nearby intercommunication system."Mary, please send him in."

The student Helena had seen before stepped into the room, letting her at last get a trade good facial expression at him. He was quite marvellous and very handsome, with a square jaw, gentle centre, and brown hair cut very short but still kind of spiky. She actually felt her heart flutter at the sight of him but shook the whiz away with a retightening of her lesson corset.

"This is Saint Francis Xavier Michaels, he just transferred in. appearance him around and serve him get settled. The two of you will be sharing several course of instruction together. Xavier, this is Helena O'Connor. If you need anything, ask her."

‘ Great, just what I needed. Now babe Olivia is going to beat me like a mule because I have to escape class and show this guy the ropes. No, no, it's not his fault. I shouldn't be mad at him.'

Forcing herself to wear a smile, she held out her hired man to shake his."Nice to fulfill you."

He took her helping hand and looked at her with confident centre. For a moment, she thought he was going to lean down and kiss her hand."The joy is mine."

Helena suddenly felt her face go red, but she had no idea why."Ok, trace me and I'll give you a tour."

About to step into the vestibule, she was stopped by one of the teacher calling her name."capital of Montana, remember : every prison term you cause worry, you make it harder for yourself to accomplish your goal. You're facing a monumental labor already. Don't dilapidation things for yourself."

She nodded and departed with Xavier trailing after her. Leaving the waiting room, they started down the hall.

"I've never met a Catholic school girl who could fight."

"Huh ?"

"My excuse, but I could take heed the conversation you and the teachers were having. You sent three people to the hospital and called it"God's work ”, meaning that you were engaged in a combative situation with them. Considering that I don't see any lettuce on you or even a mark on your uniform, you're clearly skilled enough to not get touched. Impressive."

People normally condemned her for fighting, but there was no judgment in his spokesperson. She tried not to blush at the praise, never expecting him to just divulge her genuine self with such hunch."As the teacher will tell you, it is not one of my best features. I've been training myself since I was a baby in martial arts and former fighting dash. They come in handy when I find an unapologetic sinner."

"I take it those accomplishment are for the goal that Father Thomas mentioned ?"

capital of Montana giggled."You catch on fairly quick."

"I hope I'm not intruding."

"No, it's ok. The truth is that my goal is to join the Swiss Guard and assist His Holiness."

"I thought the Swiss people Guard didn't allow female members."

"They don't, but I'm going to be the first. If I can turn out myself, then I'm sure the holy Father will allow me to attend him. What about you, do you plan to get a priest or do you deliver other goals ?"

"As it so happens, it's my pipe dream to become Pope."

They both stopped at the top of a staircase, Helena looking at him in shock."Really ? You intend to go that far ?"

"Indeed,"he said as he brought up his hand and lifted her chin."So maybe someday, you'll serve me."

Helena again felt her aspect go red and for a moment she couldn't move. She stared into his eyes, confident and ambitions, with her own oculus suddenly trembling and meek.

He then stepped back and moved down onto the first step."Shall we continue on ?"

She nearly jumped from the doubt, as if awoken from a trance."Oh, y-yes. Of course."

She hurried down the stairs past him, and as she walked, he watched her and licked his lips."And that day will be soon,"he said under his breath.



Helena pushed that foreign second out of her mind as she showed Xavier around the campus. She found herself curious about this newcomer."So where are you from ? You speak English language clearly as a first language but I can't post your idiom. You certainly aren't British, but you don't quite effectual American."

"I'm from a piffling bit of everywhere. I've been traveling since I was born, so while English is my first language, I've picked up speech pattern and mixed them all together. I can certainly tell that you are Irish, from that hairsbreadth and public figure, but I can also tell that you've worked to try and enshroud your stress. So why would a ruby looker from the emerald isle try to hide her inheritance ?"

She turned around quickly, her face flushed both in aggravator and undeniable pride from the flattery."Now you listen here, relationship among students are prohibit, both by this school and God himself. Don't go thinking that some compliment will win me over."

Xavier stepped back, shocked by her outburst but still maintaining that small smirk."You misunderstand, this is how I talk to everyone. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, I just find honestly and politeness to be the best policy."

Helena's face paled and she turned away from him. ‘ Why did I get so worked up compensate then ? Something is wrong with me today…'“ A-anyway, let's preserve going. I'll show you the cafeteria now."

She brought him to a orotund brick building, the English caked with ivy and moss that were basking in the sunlight. Through the large oak room access, they stepped into an talkative cafeteria. Long tables were set out with decent seats for C of scholarly person, but now all were vacuous, save for the few kids who came to canvass during their free period.

"This is where we come for our meal at 9:00 am, 3:00 pm, and 9:00 pm. Because of how many students we have, there are three shifts for each repast. The older you are, the later you eat. The school does it to fit with the educatee'circadian rhythm. Come on, we'll crossbreed over through here to the skill wing."

marching past the empty tables, they made their way to the back of the dining coliseum. Halfway through the room, they came across a young woman sitting alone, nonentity on either side or across from her. She looked about fifteen but was belittled for her age, with dark-brown fuzz cut short and her head low as if mortal had just tried to tickle her neck. She didn't have any books or even nutrient with her. She looked very forlorn, very fragile. As they passed by her, she looked up at capital of Montana and Xavier. He smiled and winked at her, making her tense up nervously but with sparkling center. She had caught his interest.

Reaching the going, they stepped back outside. Just as the door closed behind them, Helena's abdomen let out a cheap murmur. She quickly turned away, knowing that Saint Francis Xavier would chuckle."I ... uh… I missed breakfast this morning."

"Why didn't you grab something to eat in there ?"

"Because I'm trying to get us to our homeroom before our next class starts. At tiffin, I'll have to go and apologize to the three strong-armer I beat up. Hopefully I can get something in the city."

"Would you like me to come with you ?"

"Thanks, but it's not needed. Let's just get to class."



"You're late. detention, both of you."

Helena tried with everything she had not to anathemise at the auditory sensation of Sister Olivia's voice. She and Saint Francis Xavier had just entered the classroom, barely a second after the bell for the next period sounded. She put on a brave face and turned to the nun."babe, this is Saint Francis Xavier Michaels, the new—"

"I know who this is, do not talk to me like I am an unknowledgeable fool !"She then turned to him."Being new to this class is no apology for tardiness. You two will be here at 10:00 tonight. You'll need to wear off some short pants for what I have planned."

The whole class watched, praying for God to have mercy on the no-show'souls. capital of Montana watched Xavier, waiting to see his response, and to her shock, she thought for a mo that he was actually smirking."spare the rod, spoil the child,"he simply hummed, stepping away and making his way to one of the few empty seats in the classroom.

"And Helena, I still expect you to interpret that verse."

‘ red cent it.'



The espouse course of instruction continued on without anything out of gild. As usual, multiple students got a hard nip from Sister Olivia's meter control stick for minor misdemeanor. Helena got it twice when her stomach growled. Both multiplication, she held a defiant scowl on her face, refusing to evidence any botheration. several fourth dimension, the teacher directed the hardest questions to Xavier, but with his usual confident smirk, he answered everything with staring truth and detail. Luckily they got a hiatus when the category had to a different building for biological science Class.



"Are you sure you don't want me to total along ? I could aid you hold your temper in check."

Saint Francis Xavier and capital of Montana were standing at the entering to the cafeteria with educatee from score 9 through 12 streaming past them to eat.

"I'll be all right. You go eat. I'm more distressed about the time. There is no way this will bring less than an 60 minutes, meaning of course that I'm going to once again be late for class."

"Well maybe there is something I can do to convince babe Olivia to give you a pass this one time."

Helena laughed and began walking away."Nice try, but that won't work. You'll probably just see red her even more. Relax ; I'll be fine. She can't break me."



capital of Montana looked at the speech above the room access and then back at the listing the field of study Committee had given her. This was supposedly the house of the guy that she had knocked out with a tap to the neck. After the injuries he had received, he would be home, but considering the graffito she had found him doing, it probably wasn't like he had shoal to go to anyway. The household wasn't much, or at least any near or regretful than the other picket brick star sign lining the street. Above the door was the window to a bedroom, currently open.

Back at the university cafeteria, Xavier sat alone. There was a tray of food in front of him, but he wasn't eating. He was merely spinning his branching around his thumb, smiling.

Sighing and resigning herself to her fate, Helena stepped off the sidewalk and knocked on the room access. She just had to be polite, apologize, and get out of there without snapping. How hard could it be ?

Xavier continued to whirl his forking, while under his breather, he whispered something in a continuous entreaty. Throughout the way, students grimaced as their food for thought lost all taste and became alike ash tree in their oral fissure.

No one came to the door, so capital of Montana knocked again. imprecate it, could someone please answer ? ! A hiss Drew her heart downward, where a divagate cat stepped out of the nearby skittle alley and hissed at her. Rome was wide of them, considered by many a pain in the neck. capital of Montana normally would try to pet them whenever she could, but the way this cat was staring at her sent a quiver up her acantha. It looked both frightful and enraged, crouched with its hair on end and a low growl in its pharynx. Without her auditory sense, there was the sound of wood creaking above her.

Xavier began to chuckle to himself, his small joke interrupting the Theodore Harold White interference he was seemingly mumble, but not stopping it. Across the cafeteria, random student were standing up, claiming that they were feeling barf and needed to go the infirmary. Finally, the branching he had been spinning around his thumb slipped free of his finger's breadth and fell with a gimcrack clatter.

About to criticise a tierce time, Helena was sent tumbling the reason by something heavy slamming down onto the top of her chief with howling military force. She fell on her back, her vision blurred, her judgment spinning, and her skull somehow both blunt and racked with pain. As she hit the ground, something else landed on her, something hot and wet, like a giant pot of spaghetti had just been dumped on her. At her feet, the sound of something metal striking the Stone footing rang out. Wincing in pain, Helena slowly sat up, waiting for the throbbing in her head to dull before opening her eyes. At last, she gazed around to see whatever it was that had struck her. The sight that met her pierced her centre like the gig of Longinus stabbing Christ.

The young man from that morning was hanging above her, having jumped from the second story with a slip noose around his cervix and hit her. It was more than that ; there was a monolithic cut going down his torso with almost of innards missing, as if he had undergone an PM. The sound of metal on Harlan Fisk Stone she had heard was the tongue he used to cut himself open slipping out of his hand when he reached the end of the crinkle. With a waterfall of blood pouring from his outdoors chest of drawers, realization struck Helena and she looked down at herself. The young man's organs had spilled out of him when the rope snapped tight, either ripped free from the inertia or severed when he gutted himself. Her white blouse was completely red with the boy's rip, sitting in her lap were his stomach and liver, and draped across her mind like cobwebs were his intestines.

At that moment, everything became white for Helena, as if she had buried her look in flour. Her mind and all cerebration blurred after that. The only thing she remembered was screaming louder than ever in her life.



The police force questioned Helena for respective hour after that, but it took time for her to even become responsive, having been completely petrified from what happened to her. Only after she was cleaned off and given a fresh change of clothes did she pop out talking. The boy who hung himself was not the but injured party. The police found the Danton True Young man she had kicked propped up in a electric chair at his stove, having drowned himself in a pot of boiling water supply. By the clock time they got there, his face had melted off. As for the boy she had hit with a brick, they were still counting how many time he had stabbed himself, turning his body into a dish sponge and bleeding himself dry.

No foul play was suspected in the deaths ; at least no evidence could stick out it. Everything pointed to suicide, regardless of how outrageous it was. Once they were sure they had gotten everything out of her, they released Helena into the detention of the school. As expected, she didn't attend any classes for the rest period of the day, merely going to her elbow room and never leaving her bed. At least she was protected from Sister Olivia. No one but the faculty knew anything about her comportment at the scene, and she prayed it would last out that way.



"Hey, where were you today ? You disappeared before lunch and I never saw you again."Helena's roommate, Sophie, had just stepped through the door. Helena was pretending to be asleep, keeping her back to her Quaker. Sophie shrugged and began to get ready for bed."Hmm, must be sick…"



Back in the homeroom, Xavier was kneeling with his nose two column inch from the wall, enduring his detention. As babe Olivia had ordered him, he was wearing short trouser. His punishment was to kneel for an minute with frozen pea plant beneath him, digging into his skin until he bled. It was one of the preferent method of punishment by nuns. Regardless of the check mark of the clock, he showed no bother, and unbeknownst to baby Olivia, he felt none.

"So, have you learned your moral yet ? ruler breaking will not be tolerated in this schooling, especially by me. If you are latterly, you will suffer."

"Suffer ?"Xavier turned his head to her, a gleaming to his eyes that she had never seen to before. His lips curled back, revealing his bleach-white teeth."You have no idea what suffering is,"he laughed.



In the hours that passed, capital of Montana waited for sleep to come, but it never did. She didn't quite expect it to, of track, after the day she had. She had gone the whole day without eating, but she wasn't sure she would ever have an appetite for the rest of her life. She swore she could still reek it on her hair's-breadth, the smell of blood and entrails, no matter how toilsome she had scrubbed in the shower. At 1:00 am, she finally sat up, unable to stay in that bed any longer. On the other slope of the room, Sophie was sleeping peacefully, even snoring.

existence as tranquillise as she could, capital of Montana got dressed and left their room. bookman weren't allowed to wander the dormitory at dark unless they had to go to the bathroom, but at this hour, who was going to stop her ? With her centre long-since adjusted to the dark, she made her way out of the student residence and into the chill night. Crossing the campus and sneaking through two other buildings, she at last reached the place she wanted to go : the university church. It had been built when the school day first came to be, and since then, had gone through renovation after renovation to try and accommodate the always-growing bookman torso. Every Sunday, educatee had to be organized in switch with sermons going on late into the night.

Reaching the forepart door, she silently thanked God when she pulled on the handgrip and felt no simplicity. Trying to keep the hinges from squeaking, she opened it just wide-eyed enough to slide in and closed it behind her. The vast church service was numb silent and still, barely lit by the moon and stars shining through the looking glass, though in a way, that made it even more beautiful. The air rich with the olfactory perception of bible pages and thurify long-since burned, she wiped some holy water on her forehead from the nearby basinful and walked down the long aisle.

Coming out past the church bench, she knelt before the giant hybridizing on the back wall, the statue of Jesus looking down at her while she clutched her own rood."Lord, please, if you can hear me, I need your helper now more than ever. I… I don't what to do. I thought I had prepared myself for violence in purchase order to bring together the Swiss Guard, but after today… please… dedicate me strength."

"He won't answer you."

For the second sentence, capital of Montana felt a steel pierce her gist, this one colder than the icicles that would hang outside her windowpane in Emerald Isle during the winter. She turned around, seeing Xavier moving down the aisle towards her.

"Xavier, what are you doing here ?"

"pursuit you. It seems I went a piddling too far when I crushed those three insects."

His articulation was different from before. It was much deeply but very dry and even diffused with sealed word of honor. It barely sounded human, and there was a force behind it, one that weighed down on Helena in way she had never before experienced. She wanted to tread back but found her ft seemingly glued to the floor.

"You ? You killed them ? ! H-how ? Why ? !"

"I told you, didn't I ? I wanted to do something to convince Sister Olivia to spare you punishment. I'd say I did dependable than expected, considering I was alone at custody tonight.

Tell me, how does experience to pray for something and be ignored ? How does it feel to beg for something from God and ingest your despair go unanswered ? I just don't understand why you humans cling to hope when you have no reason to sustain it in the first place."He reached out and caressed her boldness."I guarantee you, here in this"house of God ”, there is no one else here but me. God is not listening to you."

Breaking free of the weights holding her to that stain, Helena stepped back and held out her crossbreeding."I don't know what you are, but no foeman of God will verbalise such blasphemy in front of me and in this holy place ! I've accepted Saviour Savior as my Almighty and Saviour and I know he will protect me !"

"Oh please, look at that anserine item you're holding, at the broken man nailed to that cross. Does he front like he is in any condition to help you ? To protect you from me ? You foolish man think that those crosses will keep you safe, but it's the opposite. What you carry is the symbolization of the hapless and thwarted Son of God, dying like an animal in the Wilderness with a part leg. I saw him go up on the cross, I heard his battle cry of torture, and I saw the gig blade pierce his bureau. You carry with you a reminder of the glum day of humans, the day when even the powerfulness of God was helpless against human lunacy. You think that rood will protect you, but really…"Xavier reached out and touched the prayer beads, causing it to melt away and fall to the basis as squirming centipedes."It just makes me stronger."

"You… you're the daemon, aren't you ?"

"Bless dear old Dad, but no. I'll give you a hint."

Xavier opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and even with only the moonlight shining through the church service windows, the circle of three six was exculpate as day, like a brand.

"You're the Antichrist…"

"In the form, and I've decided it's time to constitute my move. These utmost two thousand age have been fun, but I'm prepare to commence thinking about my future. There is a whole all-embracing existence just waiting to be conquered."

He stepped towards her and Helena yelped as she felt an invisible force snatch her radiocarpal joint and hold them behind her like handcuff. She was then spun around and pulled to Xavier, pressed with her spine to his chest. He embraced her, running his hired man across her supple organic structure. She whimpered as she felt him caress her chest with one hand and relocation south with the other.

"Feel free to scream all you want, your voice won't reach anyone. You know, I lied to you when I said I wanted to become Pope. That's too small, I'm set to become the B. B. King of this globe. Of course, I'll need a queen…"

He snapped his digit and Helena gasped as she was suddenly basked in flames, her undifferentiated being burned off her body like flash cotton. It didn't harm ; it felt more like a hot bath than actual ardor. Had she been exposed to those same fire under instinctive lot, she would have suffered severe burns across her integral consistency. But while the flame hadn't hurt her, they had touched her, not only destroying her unvarying, but also burning away every hair on her body. From the neck down, she was essentially porcelain. Xavier never let go of her, not a single singe being left on his clothes.

"And I must say, I've come to taking a liking to you. I find that fire in your middle rather charming, that fighting smell. Not to advert this beautiful organic structure of yours."

She shivered in humiliation, now feeling his palms on her bare human body. He had one mitt on her breast, squeezing her tightly but also using his fingerbreadth to poke into the most sensible boldness endings. Whether it was his experience with fair sex or his unholy business leader, he was intentionally trying to evoke her and expose her to as much focused pleasure as potential. He moved his other hand down her mat belly, admiring her smooth skin. She clamped her thighs together, but with the svelte pinch of his finger, he wrenched them apart as if there were shackles on her ankles. He traced the entrance to her womanhood with his middle finger, savoring what was to fall.

"As my female monarch, you'll live a life story of sumptuosity. You'll rule the world at my side, with your every desire being satisfied. You'll eat the hunky-dory intellectual nourishment, wear the most graceful dress, and practically bathe in gold in jewels. At night, I'll make you moan like an opera vocalizer as you have orgasm, after orgasm… after orgasm. All you have to do is swear your commitment to me."

She cried out as he ran his finger's breadth between the back talk of her pussy, lightly stirring the balmy flesh before entering her. capital of Montana had been taught that self-pleasure was one of the bang-up sins. She had never touched herself the way Xavier was touching her now, never probed her insides the way he was. She stood, completely helpless as breach her, working his fingerbreadth in and out of her ripe, adolescent prime. She could sense it, the intrusion of his fingers stimulating her and making her wet. But this wasn't the beginning time she had felt this, and it was that closeness that made her regorge with dread.

‘ No ! Not again !'“ No ! I won't do it ! I'll never turn my spine on God ! I'll never join you !"

While she tried to sound strong, her voice cracked and she whimpered from the undeniable joy being felt from him molesting her. His hand was sleek down with her wetness and she could sense drops running down her privileged thighs.

"Are you sure ? This is you last chance ; become my world-beater or stick out the consequences."

"I'd rather die than be your queen !"

Hearing her resolute vocalisation, Xavier at starting time sighed in pain, but then began to laugh. capital of Montana screamed in torment as she felt something burningly hot sear her skin. He had his tongue pressed to her cervix, and after a few mo he pulled away, with the same circle of six-spot branded onto her with her build smoking. glow red lines stretched from the stain, encircling her before all disappearing into her skin.

Xavier released Helena and she fell to her knees, but before she could try to cower away, he outstretched his hand and closed it. From his clinched finger's breadth, a coil of light seemingly materialized, stretching down to her with a glowing ring appearing around her neck. The two lights joined and she gasped as she felt Xavier's major power weigh down on her. She wanted to scream, but couldn't, as she felt like she was at the bottom of the ocean, being crushed from every angle with uncomprehensible force. She looked up at him, realizing what he had just done. The coil of Christ Within was a 3 and the doughnut around her neck was a collar. He had just made her his property.

"You think that by denying me, I'll just let you go ? Oh no, things are not that simple. The moment I set my eye on you, you lost your freedom. You lost the right hand to run away or to even die. If you will not be my queen, you will be my slave. Every in of your body now belongs to me. Your total beingness is nothing more than a toy in the ribbon of my hand. At this very moment, I could despoil you with savagery never before seen and there would be nothing you could do to stop me. But don't worry, I won't take you like that. No, I'll bend you to my will until you beg me to rip away your virginity."He then pulled on her trine, forcing her up onto her knees with her back talk open. He lifted her Chin, moving his pollex across her pursed backtalk and then pressing down on her tongue. She wanted to pull out away, to bear on him back, but her whole body had gone limp."This apprehension will keep you from telling anyone about who I really am. Even if you try to pen it down, that seal will stop you."

"I'll never give in to you,"she hissed with tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, you will. But delight continue to resist, that makes it all the more than fun for me."





Chapter 2



Helena woke up with a screeching, reaching up to the cap as if to catch a lifeline thrown to her. She was back in her bed but looked around fearfully for Xavier, finding only her concerned roommate.

"Are you ok ?"

"Yeah… I'm ok, just a bad dream."‘ After the day I had, it's no surprise that I would have some kind of nightmare.'

seeking comfortableness, she turned to her bedside mesa to call back her crucifix, but did not find it. Had it fallen in the night ? She reached under the bed and board but felt only the carpeting. As she continued to lean over, she felt something that made her feel like an ice sculpture. She had woken up in both bra and panties, so she was certain that the encounter with Saint Francis Xavier had been a aspiration ( considering he had burned them off her ), but as she shifted her peg, she could feel the easygoing cotton pressed to her Virgin flower. That's right… those flames had shaved her like a lamb.

She tried to eat up the glob in her throat but something made it unmanageable, a pressure holding her on all position of her neck, like a hand… or a collar. She could feel it under her skin, that invisible restraint that Xavier had put on her. It didn't flavour like any kind of textile, but it was THERE. It was real. Everything that had happened lowest Nox was real number. Helena began to hyperventilate, feeling like she was still in his embrace, one of his hand being used to fondle her breasts and the other penetrating her slit.

"Sophie, there's something I need to tell you. utmost night, I—"

Helena gagged as her pharynx closed with a stinging burning appearing on her tongue. She was unable to suspire and Sophie rushed over to see what was wrong. Her throat cleared after several instant and Helena gasped for breath.

"What in God's name is going on with you lately ? ! And what were you saying about go night ?"

Helena turned to her, having never felt so helpless in all her lifetime. She couldn't distinguish her friend anything, and when she went to class, or even just breakfast, HE would be there.

"I… I, uh… lost my rood last-place night."

"Oh… well… I'm sorry to try that. I could assist you calculate for it."

"No, I'll just feel for it myself later. Let's go get breakfast."



Even with all of her veneration and anxiety, Helena's appetite had returned with a vengeance and she shoveled down her breakfast like she was in an feeding contest. Her acquaintance all watched her, wondering what had happened to spend a penny her so ravenous. After returning from the kitchen with seconds, her side paled as she heard her friends mentioning the self-destruction from the premature day.

"What do you mean"affected"?"one of her champion asked Sophie.

"well from what I heard, they all killed themselves in horribly gruesome way. Supposedly, one them drowned himself in boiling water, another stabbed himself to death, and the third gutted and then hanged himself."

All the daughter gasped in revulsion and crossed themselves, praying to God to protect them from whatever evil might feature influenced the boys'death and to get mercy on their psyche. capital of Montana stared at her food, no longer able to eat. If Xavier had really killed them, or made them kill themselves, then what else was he capable of ? Could he really be the Antichrist ? Was his coming a house of the Apocalypse ? And could he really be in this room with her ?

‘ I need to be strong and have my faith in God. I've spent my unanimous life training to get together the Swiss guard and protect His Holiness. I won't let this Devil-spawn scare me. With God on my English, he will never perplex me. God Almighty, please grant me the strength to push this wickedness, to purge him from this holy city. Let me be the shield for this school, let me be an instrument for your God Almighty will.'

repetition those words over and over again to herself, she regained her trust. She could do it. She could stand against this threat. She would not grant in.



Of course, the closer she got to the schoolroom, the more nervous she felt. Xavier would surely be there. Would he arrive there before her ? After ? Or would they end up walking position by face down the same hallway ? She didn't know if she had the strength to front him. She arrived at class, and stepping through the front threshold, she felt her marrow halt. Xavier was at his desk, center closed and Kuki rested on his hand, as if asleep. Just like before, he wore the black coat of a priest but without the collar, standing out from the other male educatee. She moved slowly by him, like a mouse trying to debar waking a snoozing lion.

"goodness morn, Helena."

He spoke the dustup, his voice sounding pattern to everyone else in the room, but to her, it was different, having that same commanding depth from the night before. There was more to it, though. It was as if in the microsecond between the Book being vocalized and reaching her ears, time seemed to occur to a sudden crawling. She felt Xavier come up from behind her and seize her by the arm with her clothes vanishing off her body. He ran his tongue up the length of her back, making her shiver as he sampled the taste of her smooth hide. He came up to her neck and then the back of her ear, and just when she thought he was going to whisper something to her, the delusion vanished and his give-and-take reached her.

A few people looked over, wondering what her reaction would be. Helena's fanatism and affinity for stirring up trouble made her an anxious person to get close to.

"G-good morning…"she mumbled, ineffectual to even change by reversal and face him.

Her heart beating wildly, she reached her desk and sat down, resting her promontory and quietly praying for strength.



The day continued on without anything strange occurring. All of the grade were normal and went by simply. Sister Olivia was unrelenting as usual, though she did let Helena off with a admonition when she caught her daydreaming. She had to wonder if Olivia was doing to out of the goodness of her gist or if the master had told her to go sluttish. Either way, the respite was courteous. Xavier didn't say anything to her for the rest of the day, never even looked at her. What was going to happen ?



Helena stood in the university school supplying store, looking at the shaping jewellery box with nervousness. Along with notebook, pencils, and all style of tools a student would need, the store sold rosary and other religious talismans. The one that Helena was looking at was a laurel wreath with the Triquetra symbol¬–the circle entwined into a three-sided eyelet, also known as the trinity knot. It was a Celtic proceeds on the Holy trio, with the three corners representing the Father of the Church, Son, and Holy wraith. Normally she would have gotten another crucifix for the one that Xavier destroyed, but she had to believe what he told her about it. It did make sense, the Antichrist would only spring up warm against the symbol of his enemy tortured and executed. If she was going to resist off this lusus naturae, she couldn't give him anything to use.

The only intellect why she was hesitating to buy it was because of its origins. It was Celtic, deriving from her homeland and still popular there. She had long since abandoned her culture and her past. If she were to endure this, it would think giving in to everything she had turned her spinal column on when she left home.

‘ No, I can't let my feelings of home get in the way of this.'

She stormed over to the bank clerk and slammed the transparent box on the counter."I'll take it."



Helena was lying in bed, reading the bible. She felt safe, each turn of the page acting as like an audible beat that shook away her worries. Hanging around her neck opening was her trinity necklace, the weight and determine it new to her when compared to her old crucifix, but comforting nonetheless. Nearby, Sophie was sitting at her dorm room desk, working on homework. A loudly jibe of her textbook told her that she had gotten it all done.

"praise Christ, it's finished. Ugh, that was brutal !"she groaned while stretching.

"Yeah, Father Samuel doesn't make algebra any easier for us."

"I can't waiting for the weekend, I need to depressurise after all of this work."

For the foremost time since yesterday, Helena laughed."You say that every week."

Their teeth brushed and alarm clock set, the two girls said their even prayers and went to bed.



Of all affair, it was an try to yawn that woke up capital of Montana, and the realization that she couldn't assailable her backtalk. Her eyes bolted out-of-doors and she tried to sit up, but she couldn't move from her spot. Her integral physical structure was paralyzed, as if she were under anesthesia. She was incapable of even flexing the muscularity in her body or moving her tongue. With tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to Sophie, but her roommate ignored her. That pathetic whimper was all she could do. An ominous shadow appeared in the corner of the room and from it appeared Saint Francis Xavier. He wasn't wearing any dress and he was tumid. He slowly stepped towards Sophie, licking his sass in lustful hunger. Helena tried to scream, but only produced a shrill hum.

"Helena, can you observe it down ?"her ally grumbled.

propensity over her bed, Saint Francis Xavier grabbed Sophie by the throat and squeezed. Shaken awake, Sophie screamed and flailed her limbs, but he held her tightly and climbed on top of her. Releasing her pharynx, he grabbed her wrists and held them up to the headboard. Appearing out of thin air, a twosome of shackles locked on and cuffed her to the bed. Her throat free, Sophie screamed as flashy as she could, but her voice merely bounced off the walls of the room, as if they were inside a bank vault.

‘ Is he using he powers to hold her voice from escaping ? volition anyone be capable to hear her ?'

"I just love that sound. Go ahead and stay fresh screaming."

"capital of Montana ! bring through me !"

"Oh, she can't helper you. She's just here to observe as I turn you into a get out toy !"

Xavier then placed his hand on her legs and lines of black thread appeared as if growing from his palm. The togs wrapped around her ankles and bound them to the back of her thighs, then wrapped around her knee joint and pulled them apart, putting her on showing. Xavier laughed to himself as he ran his hand across her body.

"I know this is EEC, but this"all lifelike"thing is a turn off."

He snapped his fingers and Helena closed her eyes, momentarily blinded by a bonfire of flames erupting from Sophie's bed. It was the Same flaming Saint Francis Xavier had used on her, but for some reason, Sophie gave a bloodcurdling scream as if she was being burned at the interest. Why did it ache Sophie so much more than Helena ? The fire vanished, revealing the bed and Sophie completely unharmed. Her clothes and every hair from the cervix down had been burned away. While her skin was undamaged, she cried and moaned in pain, feeling like she had suffered third-degree burns.

"Why are you doing this ?"she whimpered.

"Because it's just so easy."

Xavier held out his hand behind him and a large Cross flew into his hired hand, having originally hung above the door. Cackling, he turned it around in his hand, holding the unforesightful end so it was like a obelisk. He pressed the former end against her vagina and Sophie began thrashing.

"No ! Please ! Anything but that !"

Ignoring her pleading and the resulting wow, Saint Francis Xavier forced the crown of thorns deep inside her, violating her with the symbolization of her faith. Helena had never heard anyone cry like that, that mix of pain and humiliation. Oh God, was Xavier going to do that to her as well ? There had to be something she could do, some way to help her supporter ! She put all her lastingness into moving, but it was like she was trapped in concrete. She wanted to at to the lowest degree afford her mouth, but it was like she had used superglue for mouthwash.

Xavier pulled the interbreeding out and crouched down, watching the parentage of her buck virginal membrane dribble out. He ran his tongue between the lips of her snatch, lapping up the pedigree as if it were love. capital of Montana watched in revulsion, sickened by this teras's depravity but not surprise. He was the Antichrist ; of course he would stimulate a thirstiness for her virgin stemma. As he continued licking, Sophie's reaction changed. What Helena had thought to be sobs of pain in the ass were becoming bloomers of arousal, with tears continuing to pour from her eyes as she whimpered with each moving-picture show of his knife. Between her branch, Xavier was playing her like a saxophone, licking up every unfermented drop of her nectar and teasing her lips with his own, while his knife slithered back and forth inside her. He moved up an inch and put all of his focus on her put up clitoris, stimulating her in ways she never thought potential. Sophie's lowly whine became disgraceful moans as he sucked on the small nub and twirled his tongue around it. He even began fingering her, sliding back and forth effortlessly with her arm becoming Thomas More and more slippery by the second.

Without even realizing it, Helena was no longer watching in just horror, but also in interest. She had heard about this kind of affair,"oral examination sex"as it was called. Did it really feel that undecomposed ? No, no ! She couldn't let herself be enticed by such direful Sin ! How could she even think of such things while her Quaker was being raped ! But she again relapsed as another screeching was released, this one making her shiver. She had heard it before as a minor, coming from her mom's elbow room when she had visitors over. Had Sophie… just had an sexual climax ? Sophie certainly thought so, as she was trying to report her nerve while crying wise tears.

Xavier sat up and laughed."Why are you crying ? You have no penury to feel pity. You are naught more than an animal after all ; a lowly, pathetic animate being that spends its cosmos searching for pleasure. God isn't here to guess you, so expose your genuine nature and enjoy this."

He leaned down and began sucking on her breasts, again making her whimper from unwanted intimate bliss. He moved back and Forth, painting the succulent hills with his tongue, then securing his lips around her nipples and pulling upwards.

"You're cutis is so diffused, Sophie. It's only right that I taste it."

His head then darted forward and he joined his sass with hers. She tried to balk him, squirming and turning her face from face to side, but he grabbed the book binding of her head and stopped her. He infiltrated her with his clapper, licking every quoin of her oral fissure. This was her first kiss, and it was French. When she didn't reciprocate, Xavier grabbed one of her knocker and squeezed brutally hard, making her thigh-slapper until at last giving in. It was a half-assed attempt, but she began kissing him back, even sending her glossa into his sass. All the while Helena watched them, and once or twice, she shuddered as he would look directly at her, staring into her eyes.

He sat back up and kneeled between her spread ramification, resting his rooster on the backtalk of her pussy.

"Please, God…"she cried.

"You think God will avail you ? You're wrong. nonentity can help you. Nobody can save you. I am going to contain you now and nothing will stop me. Your God isn't here."

Guiding the head between the lips, he grabbed her waist and forced himself into her. Sophie cried out in physical and emotional agony, but not as forte as when he violated her with the cross. She could feel him inside her, his manhood barreling inside her untouched slit. He buried himself inside her up to the floor, pulled out, and then slammed into her again. With centuries of recitation, he got into his well-used rhythm and began thrusting like a rodeo bull, slamming against the ingress to her womb with sufficiency military group to shit her cry. He leaned over, supporting himself with weapon system.

Sophie refused to depend at him, feeling his hot breathing space on her face."Helena…"she begged, turning to her friend.

Helena could do nothing but watch as her friend was raped without clemency, Xavier using her body as his own personal sex toy. She cried with her, ineffectual to even open her mouth and say something. It went on like that for another fifteen instant, Saint Francis Xavier never having to catch his breath. At in conclusion he stopped, shivering with a savage smiling on his side and making Sophie whimper in shame.

"Can you feel it ? Feel all of the seed I just sprayed into your womb ? You're null but a pathetic cum dumpster, a rag for me to wipe off my cock with after I fill you up with my semen."

Both cleaning lady thought that he would stop then, but the harassment continued. For another two hours, he raped her almost nonstop, hammering her with brutal force and ejaculating into her over and over again with militia beyond the terminal point of convention humans. Several metre, Sophie would have a lachrymose moan from a forcefully induced orgasm, which would make Xavier give a booming laugh of subjection. The only clip he really stopped was to go up up to her grimace and draw his cock into her mouth, making her drink up the mix of his seed and her purulent juice.

At hold out, with an hour before dawn, he climbed up off her. Sophie's puss was bruised and battered with a immense puddle of semen beneath her. Her interior had been pumped replete of his cum, slowly draining out of her. Her pegleg were damn and lined with cuts from the collation of the telegram he restrained her with. Her face was red and swollen from all the tears she had cried, her interpreter hoarse from the hours of screaming.

stretching, Xavier gave one final laugh."That was fun, I'll see you both later."

He snapped his fingerbreadth and the wires binding Sophie disappeared and Helena felt her paralysis wane. Even while unloosen, she couldn't move. Her trunk was free of posture, as if she were drugged. She and Sophie did nothing but close their eye and trend to sleep.



"Sophie ! Sophie ! inflame up !"

"Huh ? What's going on ?"

The alarm system was ringing, and as soon as she heard it, capital of Montana woke up and bolted to her Quaker's bed.

"Are you ok ? Are you hurt ? come on, we have to get you to the hospital !"

"What are you talking about ? I'm fine !"

"Fine ? ! Don't you remember what happened last nighttime ? !"

Sophie looked at her, a expression of annoyance mixed with a add lack of patience."Helena, did you have another nightmare ?"

capital of Montana stared at her, wide eyed. Standing there, she realized that Sophie didn't have any mark or sign of her assault. She staggered back, falling onto her bed."Yeah, I guess I did…"

"For the dearest of God, you need to speak with one of priests and confess something."

"I don't know if any priest can help me with what I have…"



Helena stood in a hallway overlooking the school sports field. She had a relinquish period, while exterior Sophie and various other scholarly person were running laps in gym class. aught Helena had seen since waking up told her that her friend had been harmed in any way, even any signs that she had noticed what Xavier's flames… had done to her body. Had it really just been a incubus ? Was her fear blurring her sentiency of reality ?

"Did you enjoy the appearance ?"

The susurration in her ear air capital of Montana spinning around, finding herself staring at Xavier with that same evilness smirk on his face.

"So that was real ? You really did that to Sophie ? !"

"Oh, the way I've been limping all morning should tell you that. I'm still completely drained."

"You're pure wickedness,"she hissed.

A wolf lambency to his eye, Saint Francis Xavier grabbed her carpus and slammed her against the windowpane, his lips again to her ear."Now that's not true, even I have a drop of decency. After all, I did erase her memories and restore her organic structure to its pilot condition. I even gave her back her virginity. There is absolutely no proof in the public that I raped her."

Biting her lip, Helena brought up her genu to try and bang him in the groin, but before the strike could associate, she felt her durability vanish as if all of her tendons had been severed. Around her neck, her dog collar was glowing and the end of the ethereal leash was wrapped around his fingers.

"Oh, bad girl. I'll have to penalise you for that."

He turned her around, making her feeling out the window. She could see Sophie down below, sitting on the grass with her Friend, all of them panting and laughing while emptying their piss bottles.

"looking at her, so free. She remembers goose egg of how I brutalized her, how I tore away her virginity with that cross, how I raped her for hours and emptied myself into her fair sex. I said to her survive night that she had become my personal cum dumpster, well I've decided I'm going to keep her around. When I get bored and foresighted to feel the flesh of a char, I think I'll weirdo into your room and put on a display for you. I wonder which would be more entertaining, to let her remember every scene so that she can spend the days dreading my arrival, or to heal her and wipe her memory whenever I'm done with her, so that every night, she gets to live the repulsion of some stranger coming into her way and taking her Christian chastity, to drop off her virginity to her rapist over… and over… and over again."

"I won't let you hurt her, I'll find a way to stop you !"

"Oh, you've done enough already. Don't you realize why I'm doing this ? It's because she's YOUR roommate. You dragged her into this by being a part of her world."

"You're just trying to pull a fast one on me, I won't give in !"

Xavier yanked on her leash, pulling her back against him. She clawed at her throat, gasping for air.

"I honestly prefer you don't, that would be too boring. That fire in your eyes, that ill-affected spirit… that is what drew me to you. implore to God to protect you, try and harbour your acquaintance. I want you to rebel against me. I want you to hold open Bob Hope active and ambition of a day when this collar with be broken. Hope is the belief that things will transfer, that even the most horrible berth will come to an end. People cling to hope because they have no alternative but to believe that they can outlast their sin or that something will happen to commute all the convention of the game. But every metre the sun rises on their cutting world, every time they feel the strike of the lash or nine when someone was supposed to captivate their teaser's hand, that hope turns on them.

I want you to keep hoping, because that will make your suffering all the more terrible. Every prison term I crush your hope, you will be overwhelmed by heartbreak, by disappointment, by abandonment and even betrayal by God and the public around you. Reach for the sun, my little heyday, so that I may trot you and send you falling back to dry land. Wait for individual to occur and rescue you, so that every time you feel my pinch, you realize that you are all alone. form this a splendiferous and ageless battle of testament, make me fight to win your heart."He grasped her tierce necklace and held it up to her typeface."livelihood this close, so that you can read again and again how useless it is."

He then vanished, leaving Helena to fall to her human knee, her throat sore and her eubstance weak.

‘ Don't cry, don't you dare cry,'she told herself, feeling tears hanging from her lashes.



Having left Helena, Xavier was in a sinister modality. He was looking for someone, using his powers to get over her, and as luck would have it, she was alone. Timing it perfectly, he rounded a niche just as a girl did. She was xv, small for her age, with short circuit dark-brown hair and a tenuous flavour to her. She had been carrying several books and theme, and bumping into him, she fell and everything dropped into a mess.

"I'm sorry !"she squeaked, getting down and frantically trying to pull everything together.

"No, no, it's my fault. I should have watched where I was going better."Getting down on one knee, he helped her meet her Word of God and report."Oh, I recognize you ! I saw you in the cafeteria the day before yesterday,"he said cheerfully.

She looked up at him and her boldness turned red. The last time she had seen him, he smiled and winked at her."You… think of me ?"

"Of course. How could I forget those pretty eyes of yours ?"

Not used to flattery, she ducked her mind and tried to contain her nervousness. She wasn't even picking up papers anymore.

"I've Xavier Michaels, and I see you are…"he picked up a homework assignment."Lily Traiton, a beautiful name."The worksheet he had retrieved had already been graded and it was dotted with red marks."Having trouble with stoichiometry ?"he asked, looking down through the problems.

"Give that back !"she cried out in superfluity. He gave it to her and she stood up, all of her ownership in a messy stack in her arms."Thank you,"she said nervously with her aspect downcast.

"I could serve you."

She looked up at him."What ?"

"I remember stoichiometry being the rack up part about chemistry, but it's not too bad once you figure it out. I could tutor you if you'd like."

She averted her regard, less nervous than before, but now touch pity."Why would individual like you help someone like me ?"

Xavier put his hand on the top of her read/write head, making her look up at him with eye full of wonderment. His smile was warm and kind."Because something William Tell me you've always been afraid to ask for help. Listen, I'll be in the library today at 6:00. If you'd like some avail, come find me."



Just as Xavier had planned, Lily came to encounter him in the library. They were sitting at an isolated tabular array in the corner of the library, where no one would discommode them. They had finished Lily's chemistry prep and now he was checking it over.

"Very sound, I can't see any problems. You did a great job with this."

Lily was trying to veil a bashful grinning while she squirmed in her seat, unsure of what to do when complimented."T-thank you."

"I'm happy to help you. I've definitely found that the work at this school is hard. Do you like it here ?"

She lost her smile and turned away."I don't know."

"fountainhead we get to go place for a few weeks for summer falling out, just hold out for a month and you can spend some time at home."

Lily brought her hand up to her oral cavity as if to manducate her nails, but was really hiding away behind it."This shoal is my home."

A moment of secretiveness passed between them.

"I understand."She looked up at him and saw the Lapp kind smile as when they met in the hall, but with lugubriousness immix in."I know that this school still acts as a home for kids to have no other home to go to. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"It's ok, my parents left me here when I was nine."
She covered her lip in the hope she could stop the words from coming out, but they had already been spoken. Why would she say that ? She had never told anyone that !

Xavier held his hand out to her."I'm sorry. Nobody, especially a girl as sweet as you, deserves to be abandoned like that. I won't make the same error they did."

"Do you really mean that ?"He nodded and Lily slowly outstretched her little hired hand and rested it on Xavier's medal."Thank you."



capital of Montana stood before the doors of the university church, trying to work up the bravery to come to the hold. It was in here that Xavier had revealed himself as the Antichrist and placed that apprehension on her. To her, this church service had lost the tactile property of protection, as well perhaps as all churches. But there was somebody here, somebody who may be able-bodied to help oneself. Pushing aside her fears, she opened the doors and stepped inside. At the end of the Christian church, by the soapbox, a priest stood while facing a grouping of simple school students, pointing out unlike aspects of the structure and giving them a mechanical agreement. He was founding father Hauser, a young priest, ahead of time thirties, and at this schooling he was a professor of computer architecture, namely churches as to be expected. He was also a dependable friend of Helena.

eyesight her step into the church, he grinned and waved her over. A queasy smile, she approached and stood next to him in front of the young children.

"Boys and little girl, this is one of my right scholar, Helena O'Connor. She has a Lord way before her, one that was handed to her by God, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. You always had brilliant imagination for duomo, you could get been one of the expectant designer in Catholic history,"he beamed. He then looked at the youngster."Now that I think about it, on a day as beautiful as today, not even a church is good seat to proceed you all. We'll end this lesson, go out and enjoy the capital architecture in the cosmos : the world that God created for us."

The Cy Young student cheered at the prospect of getting out early, and as they swarmed out into the sun, Hauser turned to Helena and hugged her."It's been too long since we finale spoke, how have you been ?"

"Oh, uh… I've been ok,"she mumbled, suddenly more nervous than before, but comforted to stimulate the care of individual she so respected.

"seminal fluid, read a tush. Normally when you come to me, it's because you did something bad and need a Confession. William Tell me, how many sinner did you penalise this clip ?"

He sat down on the pew and Helena sat with him, but she couldn't make eye contact. Her palm were sweaty and she was wringing her skirt.

"Uh, none. It's not about that. It's… it's something different."

"What is it ?"

She looked at him, her eye trembling with fear."Everyone in this school is in danger."

The equanimity on sire Hauser's face vanished."What do you entail ?"

capital of Montana could sense the collar beginning to awaken. If she was right, then if she tried to reveal Saint Francis Xavier's hugger-mugger like she had with Sophie, the seal would shut her throat and quit her from speaking. But perhaps, if she chose her Holy Writ very carefully, it wouldn't be triggered.

"Someone¬— ''

Helena's throat tightened, cutting her off. She broke out into a coughing fit, struggling to breath.

"capital of Montana !"Hauser exclaimed, trying to hold open her from falling over.

Her throat relaxed but she could tell the brand could hold done spoilt. That was a warning. She couldn't mention Xavier even ambiguously.

"I'm ok, just allergies."

"Helena, what were you saying about everyone in school being in risk ?"

She took a moment to call up, trying to do up with a way to horse around the sword. ‘ Maybe I don't have to enjoin him, maybe I can order the the true by lying.'“ last-place night, I had a pipe dream. It was more than a dream, I'm certain beyond doubt that it was sent to me by God. There is going to be a war."

"What kind of war ?"

Helena glanced up at the large rood on the back wall of the church."A war that will… show… the truth. Father Hauser, everyone in the school is in danger."

She then got to her feet and began hurriedly walking down the aisle.

"capital of Montana, postponement !"She stopped and looked back at Hauser."Don't go, we need to talk about this."

"I'm sorry, founder, but my next class is about to get. If I say anything more, I'll be late. Do you understand ? I can't tell you anything else right now because of class."

Leaving the priest bewildered but concerned, she rushed out of the church.



The student stared at the incoming to the shoal, deep in sentiment. He was a senior, but he had been gone for a while. His tomentum was long and unkempt, his shirt was done for with rolled up sleeves, and he even had a tattoo on his neck. To strangers, he looked like nothing more than a punk that didn't belong in a stern Catholic shoal, but above all, he was a man of organized religion, and the scowl he wore was one of stoicism. He had finally come back to schoolhouse after taking concern of business back home, but now he was hesitant to maltreat onto the premises.

"There's something malefic here."





Chapter 3



"Your teachers sure as shooting weren't felicitous about you not coming in. You were supposed to be back for class yesterday. Did things back home take longer than expected ?"

Father Hauser was in his office, pouring a cup of tea for a student. He was a senior, taller and Sir Thomas More muscular than others in his grade, and while he had high grades, he was often punished for his neglect of wearing apparel code and right appearance. His retentive fuzz was unkempt, his shirt a messiness, and he had a bandana around his head. He took the cup of tea but sat it down on the table beside him.

"Not exactly, I just didn't quite feel comfortable coming back to schooltime. I still don't feel easy here."

"What do you entail ?"

"Father, has… has anything unknown been going on ?"

"Such as… ?"

"I'm not sure, but when I came here yesterday… something felt wrongly to me. I stood at the entrance to the campus and I had the feeling that I had to deform around and leave."

Sitting behind his desk, Father of the Church Hauser leaned back in his chair."Was this like the other metre ? Did it feel like the investigations ?"

"Much big. Normally when I come to a scene, I can experience something watching me, always one or at most a smattering. I can feel their presence and their desire to keep me out. Here, it's like I'm being ignored but I still feel the wickedness. There is something in this schooling, and while it isn't aware of who I am, the weight unit of its presence is more intense than anything I've ever felt."

"Thane, do you really believe there is something at this school ? A flavor ? A poltergeist ? A daemon ?"

"None of those. This is something new."

"And you're sure ?"

"Absolutely."

Once again, Hauser leaned back in his chair, late in thought.

"You know something, don't you ?"Thane asked.

"A few days ago, there were three suicides in the city. They weren't our students, but it was very strange. They were performed simultaneously at different locations and in very ghastly room. Then yesterday, a scholar came and told me about a dream she had of a coming war. She told me that everyone in schooltime was in danger."

"Who was she ? What was her gens ?"

"Thane, do you really think I can tell you that ? I don't want you bothering her. She's clearly stressed and I want her to be able to put this whole matter behind her. I don't know what kind of pipe dream she had, but if it really was just a aspiration, then it's better that she forget it."

The anxious student sighed."All rightfulness, I understand. Just delight hold on a lookout for anything unusual."

"I will, as soon as you get to class."



"What did you require to blab out to me about ?"

Xavier was facing Lily, the two of them standing in the tone behind the schooltime gymnasium. The small girl was even more nervous than before, but she seemed less mournful.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me, right ?"

He gave her a bright smile, one that warmed her centre."Of row I would never desolate you. You're too precious to me to ever leave you behind."

"There's something I really ask to secernate you. Xavier… I… I l-lo…"

She turned away from him with her hands over her face, overwhelmed with embarrassment. He stepped forward and lifted her chin, forcing her to await up at him."Relax, you can tell me anything."

He put his former arm against the rampart behind her, sealing her in.

"Saint Francis Xavier, I l-love you,"she murmured with a rosiness of fear on her precious brass.

Xavier worked to suppress a loathsome smile. ‘ She's even easy than I thought. I originally figured it would take at to the lowest degree two weeks for her to progress this far. underworld, I probably won't even need to use any office to forge her into the perfect little slave.'

Faking bashful surprise, he looked away while pretending to laugh nervously."Wow, really ? No girl has ever told me that before, especially one as pretty as you."

That compliment sealed the deal.

"Yes, I really sleep together you. You're the first mortal who's ever been nice to me. When I was with you, I felt for the first metre in my life that I wasn't being a onus to anyone."

"Well, to be dependable, I love you too. I fell for you the moment I looked at you and saw those bright, beautiful heart. You have such a soft and soft soul. I want to spend the rest of my life story with you."

Lily wiped away tears of joy."Really ? Then we can be together ?"

"Of row, but we'll have to be careful. geological dating is strictly forbidden here and we can't get caught. It will be a secret beloved, understand ?"

In his mind, Xavier was cackling at the smell of happiness on her case. A secret passion ? Even to him it sounded ridiculous.

"Yes, I understand ! I'll keep it secret !"

"Ok, but if we're going to be together, we need to set some rules. They'll aid protect us and make sure we can be together forever."

She nodded eagerly, as if not even hearing what he said.

"First rule : You have do everything I tell you without question. We can't be in a relationship if I don't have your consummate and tally trust. You do trust me, don't you ?"

"Of course I trust you ! I'll do anything you ask me !"

He rubbed the top of her head."I know you will, because you're such a good girl. The secondment rule is that you can't talk to anyone unless I give you permission. former masses won't understand our special alliance, so we can't let them get close. Do you understand ? If anyone were to find out about us, we wouldn't be allowed to be together. At this schooltime, all we have is each other, nobody else."

She ate it up, willing to agree to anything in return for some scraps of affection. He then got down on one knee, but never dropping below her eye tier. Reaching out, he placed his paw on her cheeks.

"The third dominion is simple, we have to fuck each former more anyone else possibly could. nonentity on this worldly concern will ever lie with you as lots as I do, just like I know nobody could ever love me as much as you do, understand ?"

She nodded and he took a consequence to wipe away more tears of joy. He then changed his tone, putting on the façade of desperation."And the twenty-five percent rule is that if you break any of the former dominion, you'll want to be disciplined. You have to follow the rules, no issue what, so if you break them, I'll be forced to punish you. I don't want to have to penalise you ; it would break my heart. Please, I beg you, don't military unit me to do it. Do you sympathize ?"

She again nodded, the svelte vellication of unease in her oculus at the mention of punishment, but her heart easily convinced. She had to never break the rules. She couldn't allow for herself to be so cruel as to pull in Saint Francis Xavier penalize her.

"Good, then how about we consummate the relationship ?"

Shock flashed across her face."What ?"

"wellspring we know that we're going to get married someday, so we might as well make love now."

She looked around nervously."You mean… here ?"

"well we can't do it in your room or mine, not with our roomie always around. We have to be clever about where we do it so that we're not discovered. Besides, wouldn't it just be so lovely ? To fulfill our bond outside, the fresh air to our tegument ? We're doing what nature intended us to do, so doesn't it seem the most fit that our first time be out in nature instead of in some iniquity sleeping accommodation ? We could do it here in the assuredness shade or out in the Light Within and feel the warmth of the sun on our interlace bodies."

He could tell he had won her over, but she was still very hesitant. She was wringing her dame, ineffectual to look at him."I… I don't know how to do erotic love,"she soft softly.

Xavier smiled and again rubbed the top of her promontory."Don't concern, I know how it's supposed to be done. I'll show you the way ; just do whatever I tell you and don't resist anything. kickoff thing's first, take off your dress and let me see that beautiful organic structure of yours."

trembling like a leaf but desperate to keep Xavier glad, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off her wench. He then took the next step for her, sliding her step-in down her smooth wooden leg and unfastening her bra. While she was scrawny for her age, she was showing signs of development, with a small patch of pubic tomentum above her slit and modest B-cup tit. Her skin was like the flesh of a ripe looker, porcelain white and as soft as prime petals. She tried to hide herself, not from Xavier, but from the reality around them.

"You are so gorgeous,"he said as he kissed her hand.

The touch of his lips to her soft pelt relaxed her and she allowed her brawniness to untwist. Down on one genu, he traced his finger around her bright pink areolas, making her shiver.

"Your pap are very sensitive erogenous zones. Do you eff what that means ? It means that they provide sexual delight when stimulated."

He then began to osculate her breasts, taking time to tease her modest buds with his tongue. Lily leaned against the brick wall behind her, panting from the blissful wiz of such versed inter-group communication. Whichever nipple he wasn't sucking on, he pinched with his fingers to make her whimper. He came up and started kissing her, showing her how to make a motion her sassing and touching her tongue with his. With their tongues wrapped around each other, he placed his helping hand between her pegleg and rubbed her virgin logic gate with his pollex. She wanted to crowd his hand away, suddenly feeling scared as things progressed, but she obeyed Xavier and allowed him to tantalise the tight sass. He inserted his pollex into her, making her whimper with the alien experience. He moved back and forth inside her, loosening her up and making her whole eubstance flare with a febricity of arousal. It was when he started rubbing her clit that her voice really began to leak out.

"This is your clitoris. It's incredibly sensitive, and if I touch it enough, it'll brand you have an orgasm, otherwise known as"cumming ”. Are you ready ?"

"Ready for what ?"

Instead of answering, Saint Francis Xavier slipped his forefinger and middle fingerbreadth into her, struggling to fit them in so pie-eyed a slit. Lily released a stifled groan and Xavier's crusade changed, now becoming speedy and indifferent. He was jamming his finger deep inside her at frantic speeds while using his thumb to mould her button like the action release of a videogame accountant. She leaned on him, gagging from the overwhelming virtuoso. With all of her willpower, she held onto Xavier's nab with her teeth, trying not to let her ungovernable moaning escape. Saint Francis Xavier continued his rape on her pussy, fingering her so laborious and fast that she raised one leg to try and lesson the extreme sentience. He grabbed her other leg and lifted her off the ground, putting her unit weight on his hand as he pumped his fingers in her like the firing pin of an uzi. Her eubstance was trembling from the force of his poke, her tiny ass jiggling with her internal thigh wet from her spilling wetness.

At last, she gave the signifying moan that she had achieved her offset orgasm. wafture of pleasance swept through her, filling her mind with firework while every muscle simultaneously convulsed. She collapsed on his berm, panting like a battle of Marathon runner. He sat her down on the ground, leaning her against the brick wall. While he waited for her to watch her intimation, he licked his fingers clean.

"Your fingers are so big,"she whined as he kissed her neck.

"Oh, you are in for a big surprise."

He then stood up and unbuckled his pants, letting his cock jump out like a springboard. She stared at it with wide-cut eye, having never seen an real penis in her animation. To her it was terrifyingly expectant. What was he going to do with it ?

"Now for the next lesson, viva voce sex. This is my putz and I want you to suck on it. Think of it as a big sucker. Can you do that for me ?"She stared at it in uncertainty, unable to answer."Put your helping hand on it and stroke it first, just to get used to it."

Her small hand vibration, she slowly reached up and wrapped her finger's breadth around his member. The look of it was almost scary to her, both the incredible hotness it seemed to give off and the pulsating muscularity beneath the skin. She moved her hand back and forth, using that soupcon to familiarise herself with it.

"Ok, now bring your face up close to it."

Looking up him for substantiation, she leaned forward and he rubbed the head against her backtalk, smearing them with precum. It felt so hot to her, like it would actually burn her. He put it between her sass, letting her kiss it.

"clear your oral cavity and take in as very much as you can. Whatever you do, don't let your teeth touch it."

She opened her oral cavity panoptic and he slid it in, taking his clip to rub the chief against her tongue. She closed her lips around it and he slowly pushed it in until she started to gag.

"There you go. Doesn't it feel honest to ingest that in your mouth ? Now start moving your head back and Forth River. Suck on it like a vacuum, use your tongue and cheeks."

Desperate to obey, she began bobbing her head while using the softest region of her sassing to pleasure him. He sighed with a smiling as she diligently worked, her authority and skill rising with each passing second. He put his handwriting on her head, breathing heavily from the efforts of the Thomas Young woman.

"You're such a secure missy. Now let's see just how cryptical we can get it in."

Holding the position of her caput, he pushed himself in to her pharynx. Immediately she tried to push him off her, feeling her gag reflex firing up and trying to boot out the mass.

"No, don't fight it. You're supposed to suffocate on it. Just relax your throat and let it happen."

crying were streaming down her brass and saliva was pouring from her lower lip and making a mess on her white meat. He managed to bury himself in all the way, with his testicles resting on her chin. Lily looked like she was about to authorise out, wordlessly whining that she couldn't breath. He at last pulled out of her, letting her take a desperate hint of air, then smeared his cock across her face and put it back in her back talk. Knowing that she couldn't disobey him, she powered through with the weeping and spit drying off her face.

"Ok, I think I'm about to cum. Open your backtalk and stick your tongue out."

sword lily to deliver it out of her throat, she opened wide while he stroked himself, breaking the seal of his orgasm. The first-class honours degree guesswork of seed went across her face, shocking her, and the second and tertiary covered her tongue. The second she closed her oral cavity, she shuddered in repugnance and tried to pitter-patter it out, but Xavier stopped her.

"No, bury it all. Do you lie with what is ? That's the liquid form of my love for you. Are you really going to just spit it out ?"

Her eyes watering, she gave in and forced it down her throat, feeling like she had just swallowed a spoonful of salty honey. He then wiped the seed off her face and held her hand out to her. Having developed an instinct for obeisance, she started licking his bridge player clean like a cat, making sure as shooting that every last sperm ended up in her mouth.

"You're doing gross, just to be expected from the world's Charles Herbert Best lady friend. Now onto the chief cup of tea : intercourse."

"What's that ?"

Xavier motioned to his re-hardening manhood."I'm going to put this inside of you. What I did with my fingers, that was just practice."

Fear filled her at the candidate of such an act. That big thing was going to go inside her ? !"I can't do it, it's too big ! I'm sorry, but it just won't be able to fit."

Saint Francis Xavier turned away from her and sighed."I shouldn't be surprised. This kind of thing is for mature adult and you're just a little kid. I guess you and I can't be together after all. I'll just give to hold off four or five long time until you can handle it."

Lily scrambled to her feet."No ! Please ! I can do it ! Please don't go !"

Xavier smiled."That's my young lady. Ok, turn to the wall and crimp over with your legs spread. Put your manpower on the wall.

Getting into situation, she shivered as Xavier stood behind her and picked her up by her articulatio coxae, needing to do so due to the deviation in their peak. With one arm wrapped around her, he used his release hand to permeate her. Lily whined as the mesomorphic wad pushed through her lips and entered her consistency. It was so big compared to her that she thought it was going to rip her apart. Xavier didn't hesitate to rupture her maidenhead, simply pushing himself until he was buried inside her up to the base. She was so soaked around him, her tiny consistency struggling to suit his cock. Lily was pushing against the bulwark with snag running down her face. She couldn't appearance Saint Francis Xavier any weakness. She had to examine she loved him.

Loving the feel of wearing yet another deflowered female child like a rubber, Xavier chuckled to himself and pulled out, letting her virgin blood drip off the dick of his tool. Then thrust back into her, making her yelp, and then just as quickly pulled out. He began pumping her with a steady but building rhythm, slamming his humanness against the entry to her uterus, pulling out, and then repeating. With every thrust, Lily gave a low cry of nuisance, but with the passing seconds, that pain became shuffle with pleasure. Their stance was bunglesome and soon had to be reworked.

Xavier had Lily pressed against the wall like he was arresting her, holding her off the primer coat with one of her ramification raised so that he had easy entree. She could smell the mortar in the wall, and her mammilla were chaffing against the cold brick. Was this was love was supposed to feel like ? Did everyone do it this way ? Getting mounted from behind with their side against a wall ? No, she couldn't let herself call up like that. Xavier loved her, he told her so. Besides, he was the just one that loved her ; she had to commemorate that. She had no one but him.

Eventually the spot further devolved, Xavier now holding Lily like a wheelbarrow, continuing to violate her small consistence with her trying to oblige herself off the ground. An increase in the disorderliness of Saint Francis Xavier's thrusts told her that he was cumming again, and proving her right, he suddenly stopped and she could find jets of hot sperm being emptied into her womanhood. The Patrick White syrup overflowed from her tiny cunt, running down her belly, between her small breasts, and dripping off her Kuki-Chin. Xavier lowered her to the ground, the young woman curled up and panting. He picked up her discarded panty and used them to wipe off his deflating manhood.

"Can you feel that ? Can you find how much erotic love I just shot into you ?"She silently nodded, not trusting her voice."in force, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. Your body belongs to me now, got it ?"She nodded again."Good, and pretend sure you shave yourself down there before our next meet. fuzz is a real turnoff for me."



The pages were flipped with anger and impatience, but refused to turn over up the secrets Helena was after. She was in the program library, looking for any selective information she could get on the Antichrist. She couldn't find much ; every mentioning was about what would take place with the Book of Revelation and told her zip that she didn't already know from reading the Good Book : a charismatic guy would come along, a mastermind of politics and economics, who would use fake miracles and lies to turn the great unwashed away from Christ. Then Good Shepherd would record up and the Apocalypse would happen.

But nothing told her how to overreach him herself, or how to at least combat him. What really concerned her was that he wasn't following the scriptural prophecy. He claimed he witnessed Christ's crucifixion and had been wandering the earth ever since. So why hadn't he made his move yet ? Why was he still pretending to just be a high school day educatee ? Had he always had his current show ? Or could he change the way he looked so that he could amend feign identities and positions of king ? He had mentioned earlier that he was thinking about his future, that there was a whole globe just waiting to be conquered. What was he really planning ?

She closed the Good Book she had been reading and leaned back in her chair. ‘ This isn't getting me anywhere. If I'm going to see his weakness, then I'll require to do some investigation.'



Father Hauser sat in his humble office, deep in thought. The things capital of Montana and Thane had told him were very concerning. He had known Helena since she first came to rosewood tree University and regarded her as a very courageous and spirited young woman. She often came to him for assistant when she did something bad, both in lookup of steering and for supporter escaping the Discipline commission's wrath. But when she spoke to him in the church… that was the firstly time he had seen her truly frightened. Why would she say the entire schooling was in peril and then just run off ?

He thought back to what she said, searching for clues. ‘ She said that there was going to be a war that would show the truth. Show… the truth… What the true ? What was she talking about ? If there were a war, why would everyone in the school be in danger ? Would it happen here ? If it did, then that would mean everyone in Rome is in danger. Thane said that there was something dark in the school day as well, something different from the other cases. Maybe… Helena is a victim of will power and what she saw was a nightmare brought on by whatever is haunting her ? Thane told me to keep on a lookout for any strange phenomena, maybe I should try looking at Helena…'



"Excuse me, are you Chad ?"

The dumpy educatee, studying at a sunlit table on the grassy campus, looked up."Yes, can I help you ?"

"My epithet is Helena, and I was hoping I could ask you something."

"Ok, shoot."

She sat down next to him at the cinch board, setting her book bag beside her."You're Saint Francis Xavier's roommate, right ?"

"Uh… yeah."

"Is there anything you could differentiate me about him ? Anything Weird you might induce noticed about him ?"

Tchad looked around in confusion."Why are you asking ? You do know that dating is forbidden in this school, right ?"

Helena groaned in irritation."I'm not odd in that way. I met him the day he first came here and he seems like kind of a weird guy. I'm just wondering if it's something only I'm noticing or if he just seems quirky to everyone."

"He doesn't seem Weird to me. He's quiet, doesn't talk to me practically, but he's always very polite."

"Energy Department he have any uncanny stuff in your elbow room ? Anything that might give a hint as to where he's from ?"

"Nope, or at least I haven't seen anything. He did have a duffle bag with him that he keeps under his bed, but I don't think there is anything uncanny in there."

‘ A duffle bag bag ? There may be some clues in there.'“ Ok, well I guess it was just a unknown first impression he gave me. I should get going. Thank you."

Hooking her arm around the shoulder strap of her book bag, she stood up but intentionally threw herself off balance and into a fall."Whoa !"

Swinging her arm, she"accidentally"struck Chad in the typeface with her book bag, breaking his nozzle and sending him to the priming, howling in pain.

‘ Lord, please forgive me for that. I'm only doing what I must.'“ Oh my god, Chadic language ! I'm so gloomy, are you alright ? !"He only gave a muffled cry, trying to stop the roue pouring to his nose."It's ok, I'll assistant get you to the infirmary."pickings advantage of his pain, she pulled him to his feet while sneaking her script into his scoop and taking his dorm room key. ‘ And please forgive me for that too.'



There was hushed murmur in the cafeteria as Thane made his way to the kitchen with an empty tray for dinner. He was well-known in this schoolhouse, Thomas More than just for his untidy appearance.

"Who is that guy ?"a sixteen-year-old girl asked her friend, the two of them watching from their table.

"That's Alexander Thane, he's a senior. From what I've heard, priests will ask him for help from time to time."

"Help ? Help for what ?"

"Exorcisms. Supposedly he's got some really sharp sixth sense and is able to loose multitude from self-command faster than any other priest. I think he once said that he was going to become a priest and just do exorcisms as a specialist. He'll probably be recruited into the Vatican pretty soon."

Thane got in pipeline in the kitchen, moving his tray down the metal slide. Someone got behind him. At that second, his entire soundbox froze and became suddenly drenched with a cold perspiration. Around him, the paint peeled off the rampart, the food became stinky, the alloy rusted, and everyone in the kitchen turned to skeleton in the closet and crumbled. The ceiling above his head was ripped away, revealing a hurricane of flack command processing overhead time. Feeling a blaring heat on his binding, he turned around. The school was gone, all of Rome swept aside as if by a nuclear explosion. In its place was a actual mess of skeletons, with flame streaming up through the eye sockets of the skulls and between the bones. At the top of the mountain sat a physical body on an obsidian crapper, surrounded by defenseless woman with shoe collar on their cervix, swooning at his human foot and clambering for his attention.

The shape was twenty feet in height with a very powerful build. In the literal blink of an eye, the figure disappeared and reappeared in front of Thane, their faces so skinny that he could see nothing but the bloody flame churning in his optic. A colossal hand closed around his throat and a grievous roar slammed into his myringa, making him nearly pass out in agony.

"Hey, are you ok ?"

Thane was shaken from the hallucination, finding Xavier standing in movement of him. The helping hand that had been around his throat was instead on his berm. Everyone in the kitchen was staring at the two of them.

"Can you hear me ? Are you alright ?"

Thane nodded and Xavier stepped by. The senior stared at him as he walked away, picking up nutrient laid out by the cafeteria workers and setting it on his tray.

‘ What in God's name was that ?'

Xavier was thinking the same matter, while on his face, his back talk had curled into an subtle smirk. ‘ Interesting, very interesting.'



capital of Montana looked down the hallway both ways for the umpteenth time, scared out of her mind. Completely ignoring the fact that girls were forbidden to enter the boys'dormitory and she was essentially breaking into a hall way after stealing a key from a student she assaulted, she was entering the Antichrist's bedroom. She was sure he would be at dinner, but for all she knew, he could be lying in his bed, waiting for her. All of the dorm way in this corridor were empty, but the clicking of the key seemed louder than it should have been. She opened the door and stepped inside, feeling her heart licking in her ears. The room was empty, prompting a late sigh of relief.

‘ Ok, the 1st affair I have to do is figure out which is his bed.'

There weren't any word-painting or anything on the bedside table and no notice on the paries. She crouched down beside the bed on the right, about to reach under and see if there was a duffle bag underneath. She stopped, suddenly realizing that it was in fact his bed. It smelled like him. For some rationality, she found herself enjoying the scent.

flavour her centre flapping, she slapped herself."What the hell are you thinking ? !"

reaching under the bed, she grabbed his duffle bag bag and pulled it out. Unzipping the bag, she opened it spacious but found only dispense with clothes. She dug through them, having to be careful and wee-wee sure that anything she touched was put back in its rightful home. Her patience wore lose weight though, and she merely emptied the subject on the trading floor. Moving aside the clothes, she found his wallet and passport, but found nothing of grandness interior. According to his ID, he was from New Seeland, but considering his age, she knew that to be a lie. Underneath a throwaway coat, she found a pocket-sized photo album, about the sizing of a pocketbook. She was scared to spread it, having a serious idea of what was inside. They were probably mental picture of woman, either before or after he raped them, but they might also offer a hint as to his origins. She opened it up, feeling the knot in her tum immediately unraveling.

The start picture show was the Pyramids of Egypt of Giza, taken from what looked like the balcony of a hotel room. The next one was a selfie, with Xavier standing… no… it couldn't be… at the summit of Everest ? ! He was looking at the camera, not wearing any winter gear, completely unaffected by the common cold. He was smiling. The third word picture was very old, black and white even, and it showed the Eifel pillar. The one-fourth looked like it was from an old Polaroid camera. It showed Xavier, sitting on the grass at Stonehenge, with a big St. Bernard sitting side by side to him. Was that his dog ? Or had the proprietor allowed him to lease a picture with it ? He wasn't the one holding the camera, and like at Everest, he was smiling.

Helena slowly flipped through the photo album, keeping her eye on the clock but also taking her time on every characterization. There was no telling what he had been doing before the creation of tv camera, no kind of certification of his actions, but could it be possible that he had always been like this ? Traveling from place to place like a tourist ? Had he really spent these last two thousand years like a college scholarly person backpacking around the globe ? He was never with masses in these pictures, never in a group photograph, but there were batch of film of him with dog. She had seen Saint Francis Xavier grin, such as the fake one he wore when around people, and the sadistic smirk he had when he showed his true colors, like when he raped Sophie. These were different. He looked… happy. Was it potential for even the Antichrist to feel something so innocuous as happiness without hurting person ? Was his show not his only man quality ?

These pictures proved his age, some of them looking like they dated back to the 19th century. If she showed them to someone, she could convince them of what he was. She put his wearing apparel back in his bag, arranging everything the way they had been before, but kept the exposure album with her. About to leave with it, she pulled her paw off the doorknob as she felt her collar activate. It seemed that Saint Francis Xavier had predicted something like this and made linguistic rule regarding sealed possessions. She finally had what she needed to break free of Xavier's ascendancy and write Sophie and the rest of the school, but it was out of her compass.

She looked at the low leather book in her hand. It was the seal that had stopped her from taking it, but for some reason, a little part of her felt glad that she couldn't. She had been so dire for test copy of what he was, proof that she could use to let out him and unblock herself, but this wasn't the variety of proof that she wanted. She wanted to use his evil against him, to reveal his crimes to the world so that he could be stopped and hopefully even destroyed. As much as she hated him and as much as she wanted him dead, it didn't palpate right to use his one part of whiteness as a artillery. She wanted the smoking gun that would show the universe that he was a giant, not the one cherished will power that proved that even a monster like him was capable of joy.

She pulled his duffel bag back out from under his bed and returned to photo album. Xavier may have won this round, but she would find something she could use against him, something that would end his reign. With everything just as it had been since before she arrived, she made her escape from the dorm. She kept the key with her, hoping she could use it again sometime.



That Night, Xavier came to her room to receive his way with Sophie again. This clip, he had her on her knees, bent grass over with her wrists bound to the headboard like before. He laughed as he raped her, thrusting into her deflowered snatch like a jackhammer. Every time he pushed in, his thighs would spat against her ass and give it jiggle. Sophie was crying nonstop, her anguish heightened when he would get through down and cramp her bouncing tit. Paralyzed in her bed like before, Helena could do nothing but watch, crying rent of her own. The instant time around was no less awesome, the pain of watching her skilful supporter being brutalized feeling like an icicle going through her heart. She just had to trust that Xavier would again erase Sophie's memory and restore her body.

‘ Just bent on, Sophie. I'll find a way to save you.'





Chapter 4



Lily whimpered with her aspect to the undercoat, feeling more humiliated than ever in her life history. She felt like she was doing something wrong, something dangerous and unwholesome. She was with Xavier behind the university gym, enjoying the secrecy. Buzzing inside her were two large vibrators, one in her ass and one in her cunt, with Xavier stirring them to further intensify the tidal wave of sensations sweeping through her. He was training her in anal play, having convinced her that it would be a swell method of bringing her joy and forcible pleasure, as well as let them dampen down the physical and worked up barriers between them.

In reality, he was doing this to weaken whatever electrical resistance she might accept to his will. The more he humiliated her like this, the Sir Thomas More accustomed she would be to following his orders. But this covert misuse wasn't all that was in their relationship. Over the weekend, he had taken her off campus for a duet of engagement, the first gear being dejeuner and pass around the car park and the second being dinner and a movie. Never in her life had Lily smiled so much and been so glad as when she clung to Xavier's arm, and her love for him only grew stronger. This concoction of affection and abuse was turning her into the perfect slave.

"So how does your ass feel ?"he asked while licking his lips.

"I-it f-feels… really… w-weird !"she whined.

"But you must enjoy it, don't you ? The feel the toys buzzing in your naughty percentage ? I bet it'll really feel undecomposed if I do this…"

He revealed another vibrator, about the size of a dime and worn on his finger with a little strap. He pressed it to her clitoris, making Lily's voice jump in mass. The locution on her side, it was like she was melting. She couldn't take it anymore ; the three plaything were too much. Covering her backtalk with her hand, she cried out as she had sexual climax after climax, cumming so heavily that the toy in her puss was pushed out with a splash of her liquid arousal. Her small-scale soundbox heaving from her desperate panting, she shivered as she felt Xavier's tongue replace the dildo in her ass. After all the time with the vibrators inside her, her Interior Department was incredibly sensitive, but that didn't stop him from licking every corner. He moved back and Forth River between the two orifices, sending his tongue so deep inside her that should have almost sworn that he was division snake.

"I can still smell the Georgia home boy from how hard you scrubbed down here in the cascade. You're such a good little girl. I love going down on you, you have a delectable and beautiful body."

"Really ?"

"Oh course, you're the most beautiful daughter in the full world."

He pulled away and got to his feet, proceeding to unbuckle his pants and let his manhood break free."Make sure you get it undecomposed and wet so that it will slide in easy."

Sitting up, Lily took his turncock in her backtalk as if it had become minute nature. They hadn't been dating long, but Saint Francis Xavier had quickly taught her what her obligation was as his woman. Several fourth dimension during their dates, and every metre they were capable to satisfy up during the shoal day, he would bear her suction him off until she had mastered it. She had even learned how to deep-throat him without nearly throwing up or suffocating. Her head bobbed back and Forth with the end of his cock rubbing against the vertebral column of her throat. He made sure to stroke her hair and make her a loving smile, as well as tell her what a good girl she was and what a perfect job she was doing.

After a few minute of arc, he had her full stop and then sat down on the earth, motioning for her to get on. Knowing what he wanted, she crouched over his lap and spread her cheeks, letting him set her down on his cock. She yelped as she felt him enter her, his member being larger than the dildo he had used on her.

"Can you feel it ? Our bodies are joined together, just as they should be."

"Yeah,"she murmured,"I can palpate it."

With her book binding to him, Xavier had her put her feet on his knees and started bucking his hips, thrusting up into her with century of experience. Lily had to work to proceed her spokesperson contained, feeling her body wanting to thrash about from the sentiency of Xavier's humanity slamming into her back door. She often wished he could be more merciful with how intemperate he fucked her, especially since this was her get-go time being sodomized, but as long as he loved her and as long as she got to cum, she could hold in her ill. Besides, she was beginning to love it.

"Your bunghole spirit so overnice around my tool, it's so warm and soft. Do you feel good ?"

"Yes ! It feels good !"

"Then I'll make you finger even better."

He wrapped one arm around her legs and lifted them, curling her up with her knees to his breast. While continuing to station his cock oceanic abyss into her bastard, he used his other hand to thumb her dripping pussy. It took less than a second for them to both cum, Lily soaking Xavier's digit and Saint Francis Xavier sending spurt after jet of semen into her asshole.

"Can you feel it ? Feel how practically passion I pumped into you ?"

"I can feel it, it's so hot inside me,"she whimpered.

Xavier had engraved this into her mind : semen equaled affection. He had brainwashed her into intellection that it was the physical manifestation of his love for her. She would lick it off the floor if any drops were to fall and would beg him to swarm it into her.

"Ok, prison term to suck it clean."

"B-but it was in my…"

"I still have more semen, don't you want to toast it up ? Besides, you have to clean me off."

She wordlessly obeyed, getting off his lap and turning around. She winced at the gustatory sensation but did as she was told and began sucking on his cock. As she stirred his manhood around in her mouth, she suddenly shuddered. Xavier had just inserted a small butt chew in her rear end.

"There. That way it won't making water out and go to waste. I want you to keep it inside you until we can meet up tomorrow. Do not take it out, got it ?"

She gave a sad nod and crawled over to her pile of clothes. Xavier quickly stopped her and kissed her on the cheek."You're beautiful, you know that ? You're as beautiful as you are sweet."

She smiled, her unease removed.



Thane crouched down in the hall, duct-taping a battery to the wall. He had done this well over a hundred times already, taking advantage of his costless period to try and shake off some lightness on what was going on. He had to be quiesce when he moved around like this, as while the schoolhouse did give him some allowances, there were classes going on all around him. Making sure he couldn't be seen through the pocket-size windowpane in the door of the classroom at his side, he reached into his air hole and pulled out a reach. The phonograph needle jiggled from the movement, but did not spin, something that would normally pass off in an area of extrasensory bodily function. What was going on ? He was sure there was something immorality in these hallway, but if the orbit wasn't showing any signs, then this really was something dissimilar.

He put the scope back in his pocket and replaced it with a voice recorder.

"Elementary School Building, Wing 5. April 17th, 2015.
Our founding father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as in heaven.
spring us today our everyday bread.
Forgive us our sinning
as we forgive those who sin against us.
Save us from the clock time of trial
and fork out us from evil.
For the kingdom, the power, and the aura are yours
now and for ever. Amen."

He stopped the recorder and moved to the end of the all. With a tv camera in hand, he snapped a ikon of the empty corridor.



Likewise, Fatherhood Hauser was doing research as well. Hearing Thane's language had made him curious about something. He had told the student about the three self-destruction, but now he couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was a connectedness between them and whatever it was that Thane was sensing. He was in his office, looking over every newspaper and tabloid he could get his mitt on. The three suicide had made the news with their unusual and gruesome behavior, but the information he was able-bodied to glean was limited. He knew their name and what school they went to, but nothing personal. There was plenty of speculation of class ; different sources claiming that they had been on drugs, that it was a Satanic ritual, or that they had done it simply to get their fifteen second of fame.

He had considered public speaking to the parents of the victims, but that wouldn't work. He was a priest, not a investigator. He wasn't even the priest from their church building. They had no cause to reply his questions and were probably nauseous of the inquirers, not to note that as a Catholic priest, he had to continue a distance from the folk since the boys had committed the sin of suicide.

Wait, there was something. On one of the yellow journalism, he saw that the boys had been admitted to and released from a hospital that very day. Why did they all go to the hospital ? Did it induce something to do with their Death ?



capital of Montana watched Saint Francis Xavier have his way with the crying Sophie, as he had done metre and prison term again. She had lost count of how many times she had been forced to look out. She had no idea how many hours he had spent raping her in effect friend in front of her. These long, restless nights were sapping her intensity, making it difficult to stick around awake during class. When she did eternal sleep, she had nightmare of Xavier. He would be in her bed, fondling her, whispering in her ear. Some nights, he wouldn't display up, and she would lie awake, waiting for him out of apprehensiveness. She wasn't sure why he'd skip, thinking that maybe he was doing it just to mess with her. The other possibility was that he had gotten his fill of the flesh of a cleaning woman, finding some other poor people young lady to use.

Hours later, he stood up, panting with semen dribbling out of Sophie's twat and bastard. He then turned to capital of Montana, still paralyzed. A small smile, he strode over to her, making her inwardness subspecies with each footstep he took. What was he going to do to her ? Was she future ?

He sat down on the bed, licking his lips while he stroked her hair."What do you believe ? By now, you must take in developed a taste for it."He reached under the covers and Helena struggled against her palsy, feeling his finger's breadth reach her moist panties."My, my, you're so wet. Are you cognisant of how horny you are ? What goes through your mind while I violate Sophie ? Is it the fact that I'm brutalizing her that turns you on ? Do you enjoy seeing her suffer ? Do her screams of nuisance and mortification make you shiver ? Or do you finger left out ? Do you envy her for being able to feel the manhood of her master thrusting deep into her slit ?"

With her lips stuck together, she could only give a muffled rejection.

"Ah, I love that wrathful ardour in your centre. Let's put it to the test, shall we ?"

With a picture show of his hand, he drew a notecard from nonentity, holding it between his digit. He slipped it under her pillow."meter for things to start moving between you and I. Goodnight."

He then kissed her on the forehead and disappeared.



capital of Montana slowly stirred to the strait of her alarm system clock. The events of last night were blurred to her. She remembered Xavier brutalizing Sophie… then coming over to her. wait, the notecard ! About to count for it under her pillow, she realized it was clutched tightly in her hands, the way she would clutch her medallion in supplicant. Making sure Sophie didn't see it, she faced the wall and interpret the card.

IF YOU WANT TO PROTECT SOPHIE FROM ME TONIGHT, WAIT FOR HER TO LEAVE THE elbow room AND SAY THE Scripture"PUNISH ME ”. YOUR TASK FOR THE DAY WILL BEGIN.

Helena's meat dropped into her belly. Oh God, what in the world was he going to have her do ? !

"Helena, aren't you getting up ?"Sophie asked as she got dressed.

She took a deep breath."I really just desire to lie in bed for a little while longer. Go on to breakfast without me, I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Ok, but please don't evenfall back to sleep. You don't want to miss breakfast AND be late for class."

"I'll be fine, just go on ahead."

Sophie left and Helena immediately sat up in bed. She looked over the card again, studying every mm. There was no fine print she could receive, no former teaching or clarifications. If she said the word of honor"punish me ”, then she would be given some kind of task for the day, and in exchange, Sophie would be absolve from torment for that dark. But could she conceive Xavier ? Would he keep back his word of honor ? Would this undertaking really only in conclusion for a day or would this be the submission he claimed he would win from her ? She knew… she had to do it. What kind of friend would she be if she allowed that monster to have his way with Sophie when she had the luck to protect her ? And if messiah was willing to give his life for the sins of all man, she could put up with Saint Francis Xavier's cruelty for the sake of her protagonist's safety.

She stood up out of bed and took a deeply breathing time."Lord, kick in me strength."She looked down at the carte."penalise me."

Her collar immediately activated, turning into a ring of light around her neck. From the ring stretched pitch-dark laurel wreath, wrapping around her torso over and over again in coordination compound knots. Known as the tortoise shell formation, they formed a net across her consistence like a wanderer web. She didn't spirit anything from the ribbon ; they were fairly loose. It was awkward and embarrassing, sure, but not irritating or even very unpleasant. About to think that she had lucked out, she gagged as the ribbons merged with her hide, turning into tattoos. It wasn't the sense impression of them merging with her that had nearly brought her to her knees, but what happened on those furrow. unseeable ropes bound her, following the rule of the melody etched into her skin. They were so nasty, digging into her skin and making it hard to use up full breaths. Her breasts were being squeezed as if with zip tie-up, while one segment of the roach went between her legs. Not only was had it settled in her ass like a G-string, but there was a knot right against her clitoris.

She fell to her knees, blushing from the adept of the bail rubbing against her most sensitive spots. No matter how she moved, she felt the circle slide between her legs and around her breasts. She moved her mitt across her eubstance, feeling rattling invisible ropes tied around her, as if she could cut them off and them use them for raft climbing. Or was it the personal line of credit on her skin making her flavor like they were real ? What was the point of this ? To make her spirit helpless ? To visit painful sensation ? It was certainly working. She had heard that hoi polloi liked to be tied up like this for sexual pleasure, but she just failed to grasp how anyone could enjoy it. Though with the way the forget me drug were touching her, she could definitely feel stimulation…

She looked down at the card. The words had changed.

rich person A NICE DAY AT schooling

That son of a bitch.



"Good morning, Helena. Oh… wow, are you ok ?"

capital of Montana had arrived at the common spot where she ate with her acquaintance, and they immediately noticed how rosy her facial expression was. It had taken a lot of courage to go out her room. Her clothes didn't show the inconspicuous ropes on her soundbox, confirming for her that it was really the Black assembly line on her cutis that were binding her. Getting dressed had been difficult and going down the stair had been even worse. The ropes weren't chafing or leaving any sign. It was more like she was feeling impalpable pressure and her nerve endings were being tricked into thinking they were really there.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry."

She sat down at the table, trying not to wince from the touch sensation of the rope grinding against her cunt. The longer she was bound, the more sensible she was becoming.

"Hey, face over there. It's Thane. I heard he's been missing a lot of classes."

capital of Montana looked to where her supporter was pointing, spotting the frowzled bookman."So what ?"

"If Thane is missing class, it means he's engaged, and considering the work he does with the priests, it's important. He's an exorcist after all. Rumors say he's been snooping around the school, looking for some kind of demon or something."

Helena stared at him with all-embracing heart. ‘ time lag, he's looking for a demon ? Is it potential that he knows Xavier is here ? Maybe he can help me !'



Father Hauser sat in the waiting area by the entrance to the tabloid building. He had managed to convince the headman of the magazine publisher to see him, and hopefully he could get more entropy on the suicides. Behind her desk, a receptionist got a call through her intercom.

"father, he'll see you know."

He nodded in gratitude and walked over to the closed federal agency room access, which had a window of fuzzy chicken feed with the foreman's name and title. He stepped into the role, the walls lined with framed newspaper headline from the cartridge clip. Working at his computer was the chief, an heavy balding man.

He stood up and escape from Hauser's paw."Ah, Father Hauser, what can I do for you ?"

"Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. dash. I'm here because I wanted to ask you about the story you posted last hebdomad, about the three boys who killed themselves."

"Padre, I'm indisputable you know I can't give up my beginning, even to a man of the church."

Hauser sighed."Well then I was hoping you could tell me any other pieces of selective information you might have. I'm worried that there may be something going on with these deaths."

"Oh please, you think you're the sole one ? We weren't the showtime paper to say they were doing Devil adoration. Every media outlet is being hounded by zealots."

"fountainhead what I'm peculiar about is the fact that they were coming from a hospital. Can you at to the lowest degree recite me what you know about that ?"

"Well from what we heard, they got assaulted that morning."

"postponement, do you love by who ?"

"Now I certainly can't just give you that information. I do have—"

"I hereby absolve you of all your sins."

"There we go. Supposedly it was a missy from Rosewood University."



"ejaculate on, O'Connor ! Try to hold back up !"

Regardless of the coach's barking, Helena struggled to keep up with the other young lady. It was gym form and she was swimming in the university puddle. With the inconspicuous forget me drug binding her, any kind of strong-arm activity was a nightmare. She never realized how a good deal she moved her torso when swim, and every time she gasped for air, she felt her breath being halved from the tightness of the restraints. Then there was the humiliation she was feeling. Everything she had seen and experienced so far today told her that the ropes were invisible, but when wearing nothing but a schoolhouse swimsuit, she felt like the hale cosmos could see her in this shameful straightjacket. Then there were the lines, the disgraceful line of descent on her pelt, as encompassing as her fingers and decipherable as day. Luckily, bathing suit at a catholic schooling were as modest they could be. They were more similar wetsuits but with curt sleeves and bloomers legs and covering her throat like a turtleneck, so her collar and the binds around her articulatio humeri were covered.

The social class was supposed to do five circuit, but by the metre all the other girls were done, she had only accomplished two. She was more tired than any of them, feeling the ropes sap her strength. The sense datum was different in the water. They felt almost like digit brushing up against her figure, like a full-body massage. It wasn't nearly as blissful as a real massage, but the stimulation was just as potent. The closeness around her breasts like they were being fondled, the friction of the rope between her legs, and the grip on her shoulders and abdomen left her a blushing wreck, clinging to the edge of the pocket billiards with the former girls and gasping for air. The pee was cool off but she felt so damn hot. Her class fellow all looked back at her and whispered amongst themselves, wondering what was wrong with her.

No surprise, the autobus stormed over."O'Connor, what's the matter with you ? Normally you would have been the 1st to make the fifth part lap, but now you look like a half-dead dog out there."

"Sorry, Ms. Edwards. I'm touch sensation honk today."

"wellspring you can't do much if you're sick. Go hit the showers and wait for class to end."

Nodding in gratitude, Helena slowly climbed out of the pool and made her way to the cabinet room. This was actually the best possible action for her. She had been forced to change into her swimsuit before class in the seclusion of the bathroom, wearing it under her uniform so that no one would see the tattoos. Now, she could lavish and get dressed without anyone seeing her. She stepped into the shower bath and turned the hot piss on, panting as she removed her swimwear. She looked at the tattoos, feeling them pressing down on her. They looked so strange on her, but also seemed to congratulate her figure. Now that she thought about it, the expression was kind of assuredness. Perverted, sure, but ignoring that, the Bible forbiddance tattoos, the pain of getting them, and the toll, this wouldn't be one-half bad to get permanently. She'd just take a less over-the-top version.

She released a gasp of euphoria as she stepped under the exhibitioner, feeling the hot water dampen away the chill and the chlorine of the pool and ease her brawn. She ran her hands across her au naturel physical structure, rubbing the tattoos to try and ease the tension of her binds. Why did this feel so serious ? She leaned against the wall, letting the H2O pour down her disrobe frame while she massaged herself. Her eyes bolted undetermined when she realized what she was doing, discovering that she had started squeezing her titty and was sliding her fingers between her legs. She held her munition out to her English and shake her head word like a dog, trying to free herself of these wicked sensations.

About to turn off the exhibitioner, she stopped and nearly fell to her knee. Her breathing became haggard and she clutched herself. The bonds, they were… changing ! The tattoos rearranged themselves on her body taking a new pattern. Originally, amongst the different knots and web on her chest and stomach, she had had a rope going between her legs like a thong, tucked into her ass with a knot against her clit, as well as two choking James Bond around her breasts, as if they each had dog collar of their own. Now, she had two spider network on her breasts, the order binds converging on what felt like two rings, pressing down on her ring of color with her nipples poking through, making them well and suffer erect. The forget me drug between her legs had now become two, but they were wrapped around her second joint like a harness. They had settled right in the creases, between the English of her snatch and her inner second joint, squeezing the plump mouth and making them pucker as if expecting a osculation.

Helena could barely stay put on her pes. With how sensitive the low pattern had made her physical structure, the changing on the bonds had almost invoked an sexual climax, the first orgasm she had ever had. Catching her breath, she at terminal turned off the exhibitor and staggered out. She sat down on one of the bench amongst the cabinet, nearly yelping as the hamper tightened from the movements.

‘ Oh God, how much longer am I going to induce to support through this ?'

Once her New York minute had slowed, she dried herself off and changed back into her uniform. Just as she finished buttoning the top of her blouse, the threshold to the locker room swung open and her schoolfellow strolled in. How long had she been in the shower ? As she got her thing together, her classmates all cleaned themselves off and came to the locker to get dressed.

"Hey, loser !"

Helena rolled her oculus at the speech sound of the shrill voice. It belonged to someone she hated more than anyone else in the earthly concern, indorse only to Xavier : Daphne Brooke, one of the bitchiest girls in the school, and before the Antichrist's arrival, she had been Helena's nemesis. Their reciprocal hatred was intelligible : Helena was an nervy child of God with a perfect heart and soul ( minus her vehement snappishness and chemical attraction for violence against heathens ), and Daphne was a sinful juvenile delinquent with a hobby of"convincing"non-Christian priest in training to break their vows of sexual abstention. In club to get her off drugs and put the fear of God in her, her parents had dumped her at rosewood tree University. From day one, the two cleaning woman had been at each other's throats, always snitching on each other and badmouthing each other.

"What do you need, harlot ?"

capital of Montana's rule was to never aver and she wasn't going to break it because of Daphne. The worst she would ever call her was a whore, and even then it was only because it was a Word used in the bible.

"I'm just enjoying the sight of the high and mightily"Saint Helena"falling behind everyone else. Let me guess, you're still throw up from throwing up this morning ? Do you know who the father is ?"

All the other daughter watched and whispered amongst themselves, while capital of Montana, having yet to even face Daphne, gave an nark sigh.

"I'm not pregnant, but knowing you, I'd be surprised if you could say the Sami. And even if I was, I would go through with childbearing and commit that baby a rattling biography, unlike you with your trusty pelage hanger and favourite dumpster."

The other students all covered their mouths and silently laughed in seismic disturbance from the brutality of Helena's reaction.

Daphne just gave a smug sneer, tying her wiry Black person haircloth back into pigtails."As if any man would be leave to put up with a young woman who's on her period 24/7."

"Yeah, well, I at least I still get mine."

Shutting her locker, Helena strode by Daphne, drunk on exultant triumph for getting the last word and making it perfect. Even the invisible binds couldn't dampen her strong drink after that righteous beating.



Xavier glared at Lily, cowering in disgrace before him.

"You took it out, didn't you ?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quietus with it inside me. But I have it in me now !"

"That's not the pointedness ! I trusted you with this task and you betrayed me ! How am I supposed to believe in you ?"

Lily kneeled down in front end of him, her heart filled with terror."You can hope me ! Please ! I'm sorry ! Please don't leave me !"

Xavier put his hand on her oral sex."I'm not going to leave you, but you clearly don't respect the prescript and understand how of import they are. You have to be punished. I don't want to, but you're forcing me to do this."

"What do I birth to do ?"

"Follow me."

With Lily behind him, Xavier entered the gym and made his way to the repositing room. There weren't any form going on, and while the instructor was in his power, Xavier was using his business leader to put him in a abbreviated coma. While he walked, it took all of Xavier's willpower to keep from grinning. It was fourth dimension to see just how devoted this unintelligent girl was. Would she leave him after this, or would her submissiveness only become more deeply rooted in her soul ? Plus it would let him snuff out his hunger for malice.

He brought her into the dark stowage and closed the threshold behind them."Ok, take in off your clothes."

Lily did as she was told and Xavier had her stand under a low-hanging pipe. Taking her blouse, he looped it over the pipe and then tied the sleeves around her radiocarpal joint, keeping her bound like shackles with her arms raised. Standing naked while tied up, Lily shivered with embarrassment and fright. This was different from all her former moments with Xavier, there would be no fun or pleasure. She had broken the normal and now she had to be punished. He was standing behind her, what was he doing ?

The whiplash of a belt across her lower back made her cry out in pain unmatched by anything in her life. She could feel a red wheal forming on her vanilla hide and she tried to halt back her tears.

"What are you doing ? !"

"I'm punishing you. You broke the rule and brought this on yourself."

He whipped her again, this time on her thighs. She screamed and pulled at the blouse binding her wrists. A 3rd strike was delivered, landing across her rear end.

"I'm sorry ! Please stop !"she sobbed.

"I thought you loved me,"he scolded while whipping her across the back three times.

"I do ! I love you !"

He whipped her several to a greater extent times, crisscrossing her back and ass with farseeing contusion. He then had her turn around and face him, her eyes puffy and red from crying. But when she saw him, her middle widened. He was crying as well, crocodile tears of course, but she didn't know that.

‘ He's suffering too, this probably hurts him Sir Thomas More than it does me ! He really does enjoy me !'

A strike to her plane belly robbed her of the smile that was about to appear.

"Every choice has consequence, this is how the world works. I gave you love and the hope of a beautiful future, but apparently that didn't mean value anything to you."His belt slashed her internal thigh, just column inch from her pussy, then twice more."I thought you were a good little girl. That was what made me have it away you."She continued to cry, trying to lean back to lesson the hurting when he whipped her between the stage."Bad girls get punished because they hurt the people that care about them. Are you a bad girl ? Good girlfriend do whatever they're told and follow the linguistic rule. Are you a estimable girl ?"

Lily's scream reached new peak of book once he started whipping her knocker. Her nipples stung as if wasp had stung them and the mettle felt like they were on fire.

"I'll never break the convention again ! I'm a good little girl ! I'm a ripe daughter ! I'll never disobey you again !"

"commodity, then it seems the penalty did what it was supposed to."

Xavier untied her and she collapsed to the moth-eaten concrete trading floor, her trunk lined with bruise. She looked up at him, her head shaking slightly as if she were drunk.

"I'm sorry I made you punish me. Can you forgive me ?"

He got down and kissed her."Yes, I forgive you."

Lily then lied back and spread her legs."Please chip in me your love, put it in all my holes."

Xavier grinned and took out his cock, not hesitating to penetrate her lilliputian twat and mount her like an animal.

‘ It's just so easy !'



capital of Montana walked down the hallway in between course of instruction periods. She was exhausted, ineffective to ever get comfortable with the invisible binds stimulating her flesh every second. She was counting down the minutes until the end of the day, wondering when this curse would finally be lifted. Her panty were soaked, the rubbing of the rope between her pegleg made her vagina tactile property like a runny nose. Looking through the crowds of students, she came to a sudden full stop and felt her centre cliff. Walking towards her was Xavier, that usual smirk on his typeface, like he had the whole world in the decoration of his mitt. In his presence, she could imprecate that her binds tightened, leaving her gasping for breathing place. He passed by her, and in that fraction of a second, their heart met. His gaze was piercing, inhuman, peering into her mortal. With a lazy swish of his hand, he reached around to her scummy rear. His fingerbreadth passed through her blouse as if it was a hologram and he pulled up on one of the R-2 and let it snap back. She shuddered, feeling like he might as well have just sodomized her in front of everyone. The hallway was full moon of mass, but no one had seen the crusade. He walked away, leaving her to endure there with people passing by like spawning salmon.

"Ah, Helena, there you are."

She spun around, finding Father Hauser behind her. He immediately noticed the frenetic facial expression on her jolly face."Are you all right, dear ?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine."

"commodity, then I was hoping we could have trivial talk."

"I'm sorry, father, but I'll be late for class."

"I'll tell your teacher that I held you back, you won't get into any trouble."

He then grasped her wrist and led her into an void hall. This was unknown ; he was never this forceful before. He was being polite and gentle, but he had never laid a hand on a bookman like this. Away from prying ears, he turned to her, a cautious feel on his face."On the 10th, did you get into a fight with three male child in the city ?"

The image of the dead boy flashed across her nous, his body hanging from a noose with his organ spilled out.

"What ? Why do you ask ?"

"I'll take that as a yes. capital of Montana, did they do anything to you ? Something that you might throw thought silly or just shrugged off ? Did they say anything that you didn't understand ? What were they doing when you found them ?"

"They were just spraying some graffiti on the wall of a construction ! No, they didn't do anything ! I saw them, I punished them for their sins, and then I left ! Please tell me why you're asking me this."

"I'll tell you if you tell me more about that dream you had. You said that there would be a war that would show up the Truth. What did you mean ?"

Helena bit her lip, knowing her dog collar would spark off if she used the incorrect wrangle."I saw a valley where the fighting would take berth. But it would all get in the school."

"And what is the verity that will be shown ?"

"I don't know. I wish I could tell you, but I can't. I really wishing I could, but I just can't.

Hauser's brow furrowed."One more affair. What made you think God sent you this dream ?"

She looked up at him, hoping he would understand what she was trying to tell him."Because we need His protection. I'm sorry, Padre. I really need to go."

She turned around and ran off, leaving Hauser to ponder over what she had told him. He was now sealed from that desperate facial expression in her eye that she was holding something back, probably even lying. She repeatedly told him that while she wished she could separate him more, she was ineffectual. What if it wasn't because of a lack of information on her persona ? Maybe someone was keeping her tranquility. The police ? The school ? Or maybe something evil had had actually latched itself onto her and was trying to stop her from spilling its closed book. It was time to consult soul on this matter, should the worst be true.



The day at last came to an end, and once Helena went to bed, she felt the invisible bail disappear. The black argumentation on her peel vanished, and last, she could respire and stretch fully. If Xavier kept his word, then he would not come into their way and Sophie would be prophylactic tonight. She still had the card with her. She'd have to see if the deal would stay on the following day. If it did, what would happen ? Would it be the ropes again ? Or would it be something else ? It didn't issue ; she had won this round. Her pride remained entire. She and Sophie said their evening prayers and went to bed, and finally, capital of Montana got a salutary night's sleep.





Chapter 5



The red-haired lass took a deep breath, holding the card in her helping hand. She was alone in her bedroom, just like before.
"Punish me."
Nothing happened to her body, no typewriter ribbon or ropes sprouting from her collar. However, the schoolbook on the card changed.
GO SKINNY-DIPPING IN THE puddle TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT. ALL THE DOORS WILL BE UNLOCKED.
She stared at the poster, waiting for some horrible detail to emerge. Really ? That was it ? She just had to go skinny-dipping in the pool ? Hell, that was barely even a trial. That was more like a summer camp dare. trusted, it would be awfully if she got caught and being up so late on a schooling night wasn't very appealing, but screw that. This would be prosperous ! It seemed she had finally caught a break.



For once in what felt the likes of ages, school seemed to pass by without dread or concern. for certain, Xavier was using Sophie as a hostage against her, but all she had to do was just go swim naked in the schooltime pond. As long as she did that, Sophie would be fine, and hopefully, Xavier wouldn't do anything to muddle with her. That certainty was a huge weight off her shoulder joint. As the day wore on, she found herself imagining the night to make out more and more and even thinking that maybe, just maybe, it would be a fiddling fun.



capital of Montana thought it would be difficult to preserve from falling benumbed, but instead she was incredibly unsatisfied. She hated the idea of breaking the linguistic rule and getting caught, but she was actually kind of excited. At after part to 12:00 with Sophie out like a log, Helena put on some free clothes and snuck out of her dorm room. Strange, the conclusion time she had done something like this was when she went to the Christian church and Saint Francis Xavier revealed himself as the Antichrist. She made her way across campus, being as tranquillize as possible and avoiding any house of staff or students awake like her.

She reached the gym, and as the card had promised, all the door were unlock. She entered the poolroom and smiled. The position of the pond were lined with lights that she had never noticed before, creating shifting hues that painted the dingy ceiling while the air itself was laborious with Nox's vestige. It was beautiful, stunningly even. The chlorine pool that she had swam in hundreds of times before now looked like a glimmering spring from the Garden of Eden, or some crystal clear oasis mystifying beneath the earth.

Standing at the edge, she slowly took off her clothes. She felt incredibly spooky, unable to stop imagining the bleachers being lined with spectators. It took a dozen looks around the room for her to gain the authority to slip out of her bra and step-in. Completely defenseless and shivering in anticipation, she looked to the clock up on the paries. Both hands struck 12 and her taking into custody activated, telling her that the time had come. Taking a deep breath, she took a step back and then jumped. She hit the pee in a perfect dive, sliding in like a sticker. The flavor of the body of water against her bare body shocked her like a bolt of lightning and she writhed beneath the surface, overcome with this new, blissful wiz.

Surfacing, she gasped for air and clutched her bare form. After all the time she had spent in this pool, the water had never felt so right. The freshening chill shocked her system like Eucalyptus amygdalina, and unlike a bath, she was capable to adulterate and go. She began swimming to the former end of the pool, relishing the sentiency of the cool water kissing her breasts, tickling her stomach and back, and licking between her peg like a paintbrush. She moved at her own rate, her speed decided only by how fast she wanted the urine to roll over her skin.

Reaching the shallow end, she rested her Kuki on the edge of the railing below the surface and let her body float up. Her eye bolted give as she heard someone enter the weewee nearby. Covering herself, she looked back to see Xavier, settling in the puddle like it was a hot tub. Like her, he was naked, and she was almost tempted to look down.

"What are you doing here ? !"she hissed.

"I wanted to bring together you. You were having so much fun."

She blushed and looked away, embarrassed from the joy she had felt just a moment ago. She readjusted her arm across her chest and Saint Francis Xavier sighed.

"dearest, we're a little past that. Relax ; I know what you look like. Besides, I'm in the same boat as you are."

She refused to meet his gaze."check that. I'm not an exhibitionist like you. I'm nothing like you."

Xavier moved over to her and she screwed her eyes shut, afraid of how he was going to chevvy her. She could feel the effort in the water, reaching for her handle breasts. But instead, he gently grasped her hand.

"Do you opine people cover themselves because they really believe that nakedness is iniquitous, or because they are afraid of the world not accepting their on-key selves ? Be proud of who you are. You don't have to hide your looker, especially from me. I'll accept you for everything you are."

The way he spoke, that gentle and soothing way, it would have made her eye to-do if coming from anyone but him, though that wasn't to say Helena didn't tone something when he spoke to her. He gently pulled on her limb, and as if forgetting why she had held them there in the first place, she dropped them and let herself be exposed, under the urine at to the lowest degree. Xavier moved past her to the rampart, then pushed off and began swimming across the pool in the backstroke. Helena kept her eyes shut, not wanting to find out whether or not"it"would float.

"seminal fluid on, just standing there naked doesn't reckoning as skinny-dipping. You're allowed to bask yourself, just like you were a min ago."

"Why are you doing this ? Why pull in me do this affair ?"

Having reached the early end of the kitty, Xavier turned back to her."Sorry ! I can't hear you from all the way over there !"

Muttering hex, capital of Montana swam over, feeling like she might as well have been crawling on all quatern. She reached the end and growled,"So why ?"

"So that you'll have a petty fun for once. intercept taking everything so damn seriously and live on the risky side."

"Oh, so that rope thing was fun ? And I shouldn't take the rape of my champion seriously ?"

Xavier sighed and began swimming back to the shallow end, this fourth dimension with Helena following. Only once they both touched the wall did he answer."Sophie doesn't seem very upset. snake pit, she hasn't even had her first kiss yet, let alone lost her virginity. Admit it, being bound was the most thrill experience you've had in a patch, even Thomas More than when you beat up punks. You felt alert when you were tied up. You sensed everything like never before as if you had just rediscovered your own consistency. The charge up hypothesis of getting caught, the erotic feel of the rope clutching your body like hands, you were high up as a kite on endorphins. And this altogether day, you were looking forward to coming here. You didn't maintenance about breaking the rules. If anything, it made this more exciting for you. You're having fun, enjoy it."

Helena lowered her head below the piss and blew bubbles in frustration and embarrassment.

Xavier looked over to the clock."Tell you what, swim with me for twenty moment and then you can go."

"Fine."

For the adjacent twenty minutes, she tried to push Saint Francis Xavier out of her judgment and simply enjoyed the pool. She did slow laps and lazily floated on her back, her exposed breasts pointed at the cap. He mostly left her alone, swimming off on his own. It felt so unknown to her, to be swimming raw with a man, the Antichrist of all masses. It was like this syndicate really was from the Garden of Eden.

‘ No ! No ! Don't make that comparing ! He's evil ! He's a ogre'

"capital of Montana, lookout man this."

She followed his vocalism, spotting him on the diving dining table like the statue of Saint David. She yelped and looked away, afraid of seeing him so boldly exhibit. But a role of her wanted to see. Even after all the meter he had been with Sophie, Helena had never gotten a looking at him nude. It had always been too dark. He was very masculine, almost buff. It filled her stomach with butterflies for a cause she didn't understand.

"I'm good. Watch this."

He did a few quick parachuting on the board to build up up energy and then jump off off. In midair, he spun around and curled his body into a flip, simultaneously. Even capital of Montana couldn't hide her surprise at the sight of the stunt. She had seen Olympic loon perform similar manoeuvre from the heights jump, but never off the diving board just a meter above the water. To think he could do it with so niggling way and time.

He surfaced, sputtering but with a grin."I learned to do that from a monk when I swam in the River Ganges River. Do you want to try ?"

Narrowly stopping herself, she turned up her nose at him and looked away."As if."

"seminal fluid on, you'll be happy that you tried it. Even when you are at your broken, you should always try to make well-chosen store. However this ends between us, whether we live our living together or our track diverge, don't you want to say you had the courage to get up on that control board and make yourself smile ?"

This was strange, why was he being so nice to her ? Whenever he spoke to her before, it was as the Antichrist would : cruel, arrogant, and mocking. But now it was like he was a completely different person. When she saw him talk to others, he was always variety and charming, but she had learned to see through that false image, sense his deceit. She wasn't feeling it now. This wasn't the mask he wore to deal his evilness ; this was a altogether other side of meat to him. She had felt this before, when she saw his photo album. Helena tried to reject, but any self-possession she built up just poured out of her like a colander.

"Fine."

She moved to the boundary of the pool and climbed out. Walking to the diving circuit card, she realized as if for the first base prison term that she was naked. Sure, she had been naked this whole time, but at to the lowest degree she had to water to hide herself with ! But on the other hand, Xavier was right when he said that he had already seen her like this.

‘ I guess it really isn't that big a deal.'

She stepped onto the diving board and again felt a little twinge of nervousness, realizing she had basically put herself on display for Xavier like a trophy. She shook those sentiment away and cleared her creative thinker, trying to focus on how she was going to do this. She dared a glimpse at him. The smile he was wearing was lovesome, supportive, and sent a boot through her. She again tried to push these unknown feelings away, and after a speedy hop to build up up energy, she leapt off the board. She was far from refined and hit the water before she even knew what she had to do.

‘ Ah damn it. Now he'll make fun of me for sure.

Preparing herself for Xavier's ridicule, she surfaced, but couldn't find him anywhere. Had he left ?"Saint Francis Xavier ?"

The answer came when she felt his men on her back and rear end. He burst from the water beneath her like a projectile, picking her up and tossing her a few metrical foot away with a stir. She gave a shrill yelping when he sent her airborne, and upon rising to the aerofoil, she splashed him. She didn't do it out of passion or frustration, but out of some kind of childish instinct. Laughing, Xavier splashed her dorsum, and the two of them began fighting in this manner. They moved around in the consortium, trying to ward off getting hit with each other's waves while sending their own, all while the clock left the original deadline in the ancient past. For that prison term, capital of Montana could not stop herself from smiling. She didn't want to hold it, but she really was having fun.

Once she got trite, she called for a time-out to arrest her breathing space and ascertain the time. It shocked her how deep it was. Had she really been so taken up to lose caterpillar track of time to that extent ?

"Uh oh, I really call for to get to bed."

"Hold on. Before you go, I have a proposition."

She turned back to him."What ?"

"Well I heard that you're the dissolute on the girl's swim team. How about a flying airstream ? One lap ? We can even make it interesting."

She looked at him suspiciously."How ?"

"Let's see… How about if you win, you can kick in me one free kick to the testicle any time and I can't stop you. Hard as you want, no choker to take you back, and I won't even use my business leader to block the infliction. You can make unnecessary it for the adjacent clip you're angry."

"And if I lose ?"

"You have to return to your student residence without your clothes. Let the dark air dry you off."

Helena's whole body tightened up at the prognosis. On one hand, the idea of getting an unhindered kick to Xavier's crackpot was a dream come avowedly, but on the other deal, getting caught running au naturel across the campus would easily be an clamant expulsion, but she really was the fastest on the swim team, but then again, she wouldn't have skid and the run back would probably be freezing, although…

"No mightiness, right ? You swim like an average human ?"

"Of course."

"Fine."



"Damn you, Xavier !"

capital of Montana sprinted across the university campus, naked as a jaybird. Somehow, he had beaten her by a hair, regardless of how hard she swam. He had teleported her clothes to her room and she had showered, so all that was left was to get back to her dormitory elbow room without getting caught and ruining her lifetime. She could only move at a certain pace without brake shoe, and every bead of water on her unclothed body felt like the spurring of an icicle. She also didn't like the tactile property of the cold air on her naked bod, or to be more accurate, she didn't like that she liked it.



Xavier was walking back to his dormitory, whistling to himself with his hair wet from the rain shower he took after swimming. That had gone even better than expected. He could see it in Helena's eyes, her conflicting tactile sensation towards him, caught between hating him for what he was and what he had done, and being drawn to him for his rare benignity and the sexual pleasure he forced her to get. It was that conflict that strengthened her emotions. He knew precisely how to manipulate her thoughts and feelings and pull her finisher to him. Bending girls'ticker had always been second nature to him, as well as a way to pour down clock time and indulge his thirst for sadism, but she was different. He wasn't lying to her as he would to any former girl ; he wasn't holding anything back. It really excited him to see the results of his oeuvre. It made him… happy… to see her smile, to know that he had made her grin.

The audio of spray paint being released and its burn odour interrupted him from his thought process. Who could possibly be out this late ? He followed his nose to the book binding of the gym, his favourite station to screw Lily. There was a young woman there, about Helena's age. She had wiry inglorious hair's-breadth, tied into pigtails, with a coffin nail between her sass and a can of nebuliser paint in her hand. On the rampart was a ruby pentangle, lopsided and runny like egg vitellus.

She turned to him and took a drag on her coffin nail, the end almost as bright as the flame that would have lit it."What the fuck do you want ?"

Xavier sighed."diabolist ? Really ? Is that your real belief or do you just do it to be a rebel ? Are you just some poseur that wants to look coolheaded to the Catholic schoolgirls ? Why don't you just paint that big A for anarchy while you're at it."

"Fuck off."

"You people always make me laugh. You're more delusional than the Christians and the well-situated to mess up with."

"Hey, I told you to fuck off !"

"Or else what ? You'll blast me with some heavy alloy ?"

She turned and sprayed him in the face with the pigment can, yet not a bingle drop ever landed. Her middle widened as the deep red rouge simply swirled around him like flames. Her jaw hanging quag, the cigarette between her sassing fell to the ground.

"You should be careful,"said Xavier as he picked it up."You have to make surely you put it out or else it could start a fire."

He held it up to his face and stabbed himself in the eye with the lit end, extinguishing the ember without even the slightest twinge of pain.

The girl staggered back."What… what are you ?"

"That depends on your layer of faith. If you are just a fake Satanist, then I am the man who is about to turn your life into Hell. If you truly trust in the Antichrist's arrival, in MY arrival, then I am your new Master."

"You're the Antichrist ?"

Xavier's eyes lit up like burning ember and she was brought to her stifle by the exercising weight of his power, crushing her from all incline like the ocean. A wide-eyed smile crossed her face, when any normal girl would have been crying in terror.

"I've been waiting for this day my entire life story, the day when I would finally cope with you. It's been my pipe dream to use up division in the end of the reality, to help bring about the end of mankind."

A cruel smile crossed Saint Francis Xavier's sassing."It seems you may be of some use to me. Very well, I will let you serve me from this full stop forward. What is your gens ?"

"Daphne, Daphne Brooke."

"Daphne, do you swear to do anything I tell you and obey my every command ?"

"I swear !"

"Do you swear to give yourself to me, judgement, soundbox, and somebody ? For every mobile phone and hair to become my property ?"

"I swear !"

"Do you swear to be whatever I command you to be ? To be my servant, my apostle, my slave, my disciple, the toy to bear the wrath of my lust and hungriness, as well as my second in bid ?"

"I swear !"

Xavier began to chuckle and then leaned down. He pressed his clapper to her forehead and branded her with the three sixes, while around her neck, an ethereal catch formed. She screamed at showtime from the annoyance, but soon settled once he stood back up.

"Then from this stop forward, you are mine."He then reached down and unzipped his pants, hefting his manhood in front of her face."fourth dimension for you to pleasure your new Master."

Without hesitation, she lunged forward and began sucking on his rooster, eager to please him and begin her living at the Antichrist's side.



It was a very long and tiring day for capital of Montana. After being up so late the previous dark, staying awake in school day was a nightmare. She had to accommodate, while she had been angry when she went to bed, she had slept very well. It seemed some late-night swim had allowed her to lighten some of her stress. When she arrived in social class for first menstruum, she felt skittish around Xavier when she should have felt reverence and hatred. Last night, he had made her smile when they swam together.

He looked at her and grinned, giving her that same smile he wore when he watched her parachuting from that diving gameboard. She averted her gaze, feeling a closeness in her chest of drawers. That grinning lacked any sort of wickedness, and that's what scared her the most. She was also worried, as there had been no chore written on the intemperately he gave her. Even when she gave the parliamentary procedure for her punishment to lead off, nothing happened. Was he going to go back to Sophie ? Or did he have something more subtle in mind ?



Thane moved through the school, checking the electric battery he had laid out earlier. He carried a device with him that would gauge the amount of powerfulness they had, and if they had lost their direction, it meant that something supernatural had passed through the sphere and caused an energy straining. The batteries were untouched, all reading full charges. That was three break down tests, the first being the compass and the indorsement being the phonation recorder. He had gone through the schooling and used it to record himself saying orison from the Word. If there were anything around, it would certainly oppose to the sound of praying and hopefully respond. The fipple pipe had picked up nothing. The solely evidence he had was his own gut feeling. But was that just a fluke ? Had he been wrongfulness about the school being haunted ? Or was it potential that he was dealing with something too sinewy to be detected by such simple put-on ? He still had one thing left : the pictures he had taken, waiting to be developed.



"So what is your first orderliness for me ?"daphne asked, walking with Saint Francis Xavier down the hall.
He was preoccupied, looking around at the batteries taped to the walls of the corridor."I'm not sure yet. Tell me, how long have those been there ?"
She looked at them in mix-up."What are those, batteries ? I've never seen those before."
"Very interesting. That's a trick paranormal investigators use to detect the presence of liquor and demons. Is there some variety of ghost hunting watch club in this school ? Any groups or individuals known for doing this kind of thing ?"
"I can suppose of one somebody. Alexander Thane, he's a Jnr exorcist who does body of work for the Vatican."
"And it seems he's looking for something here. It's quite likely that I'm what he's after."He began to laugh."This could be fun."



The sec that capital of Montana lied down on her bed, she knew something was haywire. There was something underneath her pillow. With Sophie working at her desk, she dared a feel. It was a portable DVD player with a red medallion and the poster taped on. Sitting next to it was a dyad of new headphones, richly quality. What in the world… ?

CONSIDER THESE A giving, AS fountainhead AS YOUR NEXT TRIAL. WATCH THE FIRST installment ON THE DVD TONIGHT. THE charger IS UNDER THE BED WHEN YOU motivation IT.

‘ Oh jeez, what now ? Knowing him, this may be a snuff film or something else terrible. Oh well, this could be big. Hopefully Sophie will go to slumber soon and the episode will be quick.'

As usual, Sophie was passed out within min of hitting the pillow, and once she heard snoring, Helena pulled her blanket over her head and turned on the DVD player. She had never used one of these before, but it was sluttish to figure out. Oh goody, it was porn. Yep, Xavier was making her vigil porn. From just the opening pageboy, it looked like variety of miniseries about college tyke screwing each other in between scenery of poorly-acted drama, and not for a secondment did she consider that anyone in this series was under 25. Praying for God to forgive her and protect the innocence of her soulfulness, she put on the headphones and selected the first episode.

For the next hour, she watched the write up unfold. When the first sex prospect started, her apprehend excited and held her still, fighting her desire to rip off the headphone and get across her eyes. She had seen Saint Francis Xavier rape Sophie so many fourth dimension before, but this was unlike. The consensual aspect spared her the fear and hurt she felt during those times, leaving only an instinctive chemical reaction. The conniption had one of the secondary winding female type fucking her teacher for a better grade, and as she watched them rip off each early's habiliment, she felt her body shudder with jumpiness. This sensation, it was almost impossible to account. It was like the dread she felt when she was called to the Disciplinary Committee's berth, but so much Sir Thomas More intense, and even… pleasurable. The visual sense of the womanhood's breasts made Helena's tummy wind with jealousy. Sure, hers were a good size, but this woman's were like melons. Were those the implants she had heard of ?

She watched as she started sucking him off. The way she looked up at him as she did it, that lustful grin when she pulled it out of her oral cavity and stroked it, it brought capital of Montana to a statuesque pose, so fixated on the movie that she was barely even breathing. certain it was all acting, but to see that expression of putrefaction, to see somebody experiencing sexual bliss, it was actually making her curious. Then when he went down on her, capital of Montana's oddity grew. What did it feel like to deliver a man do that ? The adult female was shaved down there just like Helena. Was this why Xavier had used those flame ? Because he was planning on doing… that… to her ?

Then the literal military action started. As capital of Montana watched the professor make that initial penetration into the student, she held her breather. To actually see it slip in like that, she didn't understand how someone could moan like the woman was. Wouldn't it anguish ? To own such a big thing pushed inside her ? From there, it progressed as every porno did, and while Helena had originally been disgusted by the very melodic theme of watching this, now she couldn't look away. She tried to ignore the way her body was heating up from her arousal and the moistening of her panties. She couldn't pretend that this wasn't exciting her, but her physiological interest group wasn't as intense as her scholarly interest.

Strange as it may sound, she was actually paying care to this porn the same way she would an crucial talk in one of her course, with completely undivided care. She was looking at this from the perspective of a student, not unlike the pupil currently being bent over the professor's desk. Every metre they did something, be it kiss, occupy in unwritten, or change positions, she studied it closely, her mind hungry for the information. It was the mechanics that she found so interesting, the way they would motivate their bodies. hellhole, she hadn't been this curious in a theme since she started taking martial arts lessons in training for joining the Swiss Guard.

There were two more sex picture in the chapter, much tenacious than the dialogue and plot growing between them. Once the episode stopped, Helena's hand reached out with a will of it's own to start the next one. Her collar stopped her. It seemed that Saint Francis Xavier wasn't just going to make her picket porn ; he was going to embarrass her by keeping it from her when she finally became interest. With her arousal now replaced with shame for how settle on she had been, Helena turned off the DVD player and pulled the blanket off her psyche. The smart air felt as moth-eaten as ice to her, at least in equivalence to the oven of her ruttish breath under the covert. She stashed the DVD player under her bed and lied down. It was a little bit late, but she wouldn't be as tired the following day. Though with her judgement replaying the integral porno, she wasn't sure how easily she'd be able to go down asleep.



Thane stood in the darkroom of the school's photography club, having finished developing the pictures he had taken. Normally he would be forbidden from using this room or any former at this hour, but with what he had just discovered, rules didn't matter. He was gripping the table, trembling with dread at the pictorial matter before him. He had snapped it of a corridor between grade, when it was most crowded with bookman. Unbeknownst to him, Xavier and Helena were in the picture, caught at the very moment that he used his mightiness to pass out and deplume on one of the invisible ropes that had bound her. Deep in the sea of people, he could see mortal, a figure eclipsed in swarthiness, as if the moving picture had been stained with ink.

"So that's it. It's not just a demon or tone that I've been sensing, but something pretending to be a student. That's why it hasn't been setting off any of my traps ; the malevolency is squeeze and hidden in the body to the degree where even I can barely smell it. This is beyond anything I've ever encountered before. Everyone in the school is in danger."



The next trial capital of Montana faced was to watch the rest of the DVD before 5:00. This one would be a little bit difficult. She had one study hall during the day but two hours left on the DVD. Classes ended at 5:00, so if Xavier had just given her one More hour, she would have been fine. No doubt he planned it this way. Her only option was to eat a spry lunch, leave to see the final episode, and accept being late to the division afterwards. What a drag.

At 1:00, Helena's schedule opened up and she came to the schoolroom where she had her study hall. She signed out to go to the library and left in a hurry. She had forgotten the time it would select to tie up the let loose ends and find a condom space, so no matter what, she was going to be former to her next course of study. She arrived at the library and quickly found the quietest and empty pip. She hid out in the corner of the audiotape section of the building. With the new computers that the schooling had bought, the only lifetime this field saw was the janitor. Sitting down on the floor, she opened up the DVD player and turned it on with her earphone secured.

The account picked up from the night before, with the cliché college drama continuing to bet out. Helena tried to discount the bad acting and focus on the plot of ground, if only to stave in off tedium. The first XXX scene came and capital of Montana blushed with shame and horror. It wasn't a sex scene, just one of the college girls masturbating while murmuring the name of a manly character. The disgust capital of Montana felt was dissimilar from the previous Nox when the first sex scene started. At least then, she could shrug off the unavoidable sensation of lust by telling herself that her consistency would naturally respond to the sight of two multitude engaging in sexual intercourse. Back then, she felt corresponding just the observer, like she was a simple student watching a movie in health class. Watching the busty brunet stir her finger's breadth around in her pussy removed that mental buffer. This felt much more confidant, as if she were being recruited to fill the theatrical role of the irregular person. The woman might as well have been right in figurehead of her, knees spread with her chestnut whisker scattered across the dusty library carpet, murmuring Helena's name.

Helena could feel the collar preparing to intervene every time she tried to ward off her gaze. She had to watch it all the way through. This felt more iniquitous than the earlier porn, which in turn made Helena feel more ashamed for watching it. Soon enough, though, she gave in and let her ward down, trying to top her mind so that while she was watching it, none of it was actually sticking. Try as she might, her scholarly peculiarity had returned. Having such a close-up view of that woman's incision, smooth as a Barbie chick and dripping with arousal, it invoked an interest group in Helena as to the mechanics of self-pleasure. She watched every effort of the char's fingers, whether she rubbed them against the puffy outer lips or plunged them into herself. On one hand, she was disgusted to be looking at another charwoman like this, but on the other, she was peculiar as to what it felt like. She refused to let herself say it or even cogitate it, but she actually wanted to try it herself.

The cleaning woman soon climaxed, but unlike the other female sexual climax Helena had seen so far, this woman… went the space. A stream of solve fluid spurted from her kitty, transforming into a continuous splash as she desperately rubbed her clit with her mitt blocking the way. The shrillness of her part made Helena bridle over and over again that her phone were plugged in. She was utterly amazed. If she ever experienced an orgasm, would she squirt like that ? Not that she wanted to, of course ! She would never do something so iniquitous ! Either way, the tantrum was not over.

From her bedside mesa, the woman drew a vibrating dildo, big and pink. Helena's middle widened in cushion as she heard it bombination and saw the microseism in the rubber. Was she really going to… ? She did ! The woman plunged the dildo into her pussycat, moaning as it rumbled inside her. Helena's rarity was now immix with fear. How could something so big not anguish ? Especially when vibrating like that ? It didn't seem to be painful, as the woman moved it back and off inside her like a sex-crazed zombie. She did this for a couple arcminute, switching back and Forth River between violently fucking herself with it to simply rubbing it against the entree and teasing her clitoris.

After her secondly sexual climax, she pulled out another dildo. capital of Montana watched with eyes as wide as dinner crustal plate as she turned around and jammed the second into her asshole. From there on, she double-teamed herself like a pro, switching between moving them in and out together and having countering stab and pulls.

‘ No way, is it really possible for a woman to be capable to do that ? But why put something in there ? That berth is perfect !'

This time, capital of Montana didn't bother trying to go on from wondering what that felt like. While she was certain she never wanted to do that ever in her life, she at to the lowest degree allowed herself to have that curiosity. Soon enough, the scene ended and returned to the story melodic phrase. capital of Montana's pick up allowed her to look into her ticker. The subject Marguerite Radclyffe Hall was half over, and just as she had predicted, the instalment would end at least ten mo after her next class started.
For fifteen minutes, the story went on, with the mould of acting school dropouts dragging the patch along. Helena actually wanted to get on to the sex so that she wouldn't be bored. Soon enough, that wishing was granted, and the aspect became a locker room with two girls in it.

Oh God, please, not this…

Now Helena felt truly hangdog for her curiosity. As she watched the fair sex kiss, she slapped herself over and over, trying to keep her body from reacting. Never in her life had she even looked at a woman with lustful heart, but to see two of them together with their tongues swirling was giving her a forced perspective, as if she were wearing tinted goggles that showed her some hidden true statement. She had always been taught that the human dead body was iniquitous and that homosexuality was an loathing, but now she was beginning to see the sensual elegance in the feminine physical body. The peach of their faces, the softness of their peel, the youthful maturity of their originate soundbox. Regular porno was about highlighting the anatomical data link between men and cleaning woman and the way in which nature had designed their bodies to add up together. To Helena, the connection of these two women seemed to reward the somebody, the two of them reflecting each other and giving separate sentiment like butterflies on a mirror.

The previous scene had put a womanhood on show, for her body to be viewed like a museum piece, but with these two adult female together, it was like they were being scrutinized with all of their feminine attributes put in the glare. Their physical mutual exclusiveness made it so that Helena didn't see the union itself, but the sexual potential of these women being fulfilled without being restrained by regular sexual relation. It was like neither woman existed when compared to the other, except to compliment them.

Helena watched as the two women did everything together. They kissed, sucked on each other's white meat, went down on each early, and so on. To her, it was like seeing fair sex in a level of contingent unlike any former. When the episode finally ended, she nearly jumped in surprise, having been so deeply hypnotized by the sight and her own thinking. She was sore all over, having sat in that position against the wall with the stress of a Buddhist Thelonious Sphere Monk. She checked her lookout. Yep, she was late.

As soon as she got up, she shuddered with embarrassment. Her panties were wet.



"Father Brian, thank you for seeing me."

"Please, Peter, we don't need to stand on ceremony."

Father Brian and Hauser were in the former's office, just down the anteroom from the Disciplinary commission group discussion room. The two priests sat down on either side of the desk.

"So what can I do for you ?"the old priest asked.

"Kurt, I wanted to ask you about Helena O'Connor."

beginner Brian sighed with his hired hand over his face."Oh God Almighty, who did she perplex up this prison term ?"

"No, it's null like that. I'm worried—and this is going to vocalise ridiculous¬¬¬—that she might be under the influence of something supernatural."

Brian gave him a fanny and have-to doe with feeling."What do you mean ?"

"She came to me the early day, talking about a dream sent to her by God of a war that will destroy this schoolhouse. When I tried to bid for point, she was unable to, as if someone had bought her silence. Kurt, I've known her since she was a short girl, and I've never seen her scared the way she was. Also, when Alexander Thane returned to school, he spoke with me and said that he sensed an evil comportment here, unlike anything he's ever encountered. You know of his talent. He's never been wrong."

"And you think it's a sign of the zodiac of some kind of possession ?"

"Or something along those line of descent. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think it was serious. I'm asking if she was in trouble recently, perhaps made an enemy with an unchristian nature or was at an sinful place, anything that might stand for something sticking to her. I heard about those three boy, the ones she fought who killed themselves, but she said aught happened and I haven't heard anything strange about them. They went to another school and there weren't any reputable rumors that they were involved in deuce worship."

"Didn't you know ? Didn't anyone Tell you ?"

"Tell me what ?"

"shaft, she was at the fit of one of the suicides. The boy who gutted and hung himself, they found her at his threshold, covered in blood and organs and screaming at the top of her lungs. If what you've told me is truthful, then what happened to them is no concurrence. There is something evil following her."



capital of Montana left the cafeteria just as she finished eating her dejeuner. She had told her champion she was meeting with a teacher for makeup work. The nearest and safe place she could think of was her room, so with her keys already in hand, she sprinted across one of the grassy lawns surrounding the cafeteria and entered her dorm, hurrying up the stairs and down the corridors. Arriving at her room, she unlocked the door with shaky hands, closed and locked it behind her, and lied down on her bed. She had to polish off this final exam episode as quickly as possible and get to her following class.

"seed on, come on, come in on, amount on, derive on. haste up."

She muttered this nonstop flight, wishing for the actor to strike on to the sex so that at least she'd feeling like she was progressing through the story. Soon enough, that time came, but just like with the secondment episode, she didn't get what she had expected. The fit was the locker way of the university football squad, with a slutty cheerleader looking back and Forth at the six men standing around her, all with prominent erections.

‘ Oh God. This porn just has everything, doesn't it ?'

After everything she had seen, Helena had become a little bit numb to perversion, or at least she hoped she had. As the sex began, she realized just how watery she really was. The cheerleader was on her knees, naked, with spittle rolling down her boob and her head surrounded by cocks. Loudly gagging, she ran a disorderly cycle of sucking on the dicks in her face and manually stroking off others. She would deep-throat one man while with her hands she jacked off two others, then another man would step forward and she would let him plug his cock into her mouth like a world power socket. The actress had a ravenous feel on her aspect, begging the men for More, but Helena still felt fear in her bosom, like something abominable was about to come about.

To be surrounded by so many men while in such a vulnerable position, being passed around like a hoops and abused, it was her definition of Hell. Would any fair sex really put up with this or even want it ? Wouldn't she be terrified ? All one of them had to do was say"I'm not done yet"and this variety of berth would reverse into a horror story. Until every man was worn out, she didn't have the option of saying no or asking for a break. She had to let them all use her to their hearts'content.

That anxiety escalated when the real sex started and the men plugged all her cakehole. At any meter, she had one putz in her pussy, one in her ass, and one in her sassing, and if she wasn't using her arms to balance, she was giving handjobs. There were always a couple men in the setting, jacking off just enough so that they wouldn't lose their erections. In time, Helena calmed and a mix of ennui and shameful rarity bubbled within her. Just like when she had watched the fair sex masturbate with the two dildos, seeing this woman getting fucked in both the ass and pussy at once made her enquire what it felt like. Never in her lifespan did she desire to try it, but she wouldn't psyche seeing or hearing a description of it.

As expected, many of the jibe were from behind when she was getting double-teamed, and Helena wasn't sure if it was the great deal of the womanhood's rear end with both holes stuffed or the two ball sacking at the top and fanny of the CRT screen that actually made her chuckle while she thought to herself, ‘ What the hell happened to my life that would make water me end up watching this garbage ?'

Eventually, the picture boiled down to the money stroke. All six men were taking turns, blowing their payload into her lip and on her typeface, making the woman look like a shiny donut.

‘ Yuck, that clobber flavour so tight. How can she stand being sprayed with it from so many unlike guys ? I don't even want to know how tough it will be to get it all out of her hair.'

Once it returned to the normal storyline, capital of Montana readjusted her position in bed, her body again sore from not moving a single centimetre. She checked her alert clock, seeing that tiffin was just about over and the episode was only half finished. claptrap blah bombast, to a greater extent talks. Ugh, was Xavier really going to make her picket this poop as well ? Eventually the next sex aspect came, and this one made Helena laugh bitterly. It was the briny character in a reverse gangbang. It was in his dorm elbow room with the three steer female characters, deciding that they would all let sex at once to mold which miss he should be with.

"Saint Francis Xavier, you bastard. I bet this is your fantasy."

This time, capital of Montana wasn't shocked or surprised by anything she saw. If anything, she was still bored. She had already seen all these characters have sex, so it wasn't like they were showing her anything new. It was also difficult for her to film this seriously because she felt like of all the setting, Xavier had picked this erotica just for this one issue. She didn't know why she thought that, but it was funny, as if she finally had something to laugh at Xavier for. As the cleaning lady moaned and cried out how a good deal they were enjoying themselves, Helena's modality continued to brighten, now realizing just how hilariously idiotic this all was.

‘ right wing, like any fair sex would willingly devalue themselves and become some also-ran's mindless harem.'

The sex ended and at last there was the shutdown scene. The principal eccentric was facing one of the members of the harem, the young woman that capital of Montana knew from the get-go he would end up with. The episode was almost over, and with it, this unhurt laughable series. But strangely, Helena found herself tense. The two case had yet to even begin speaking, but to her, the piss-poor playing seemed to have quadrupled in quality. Just the looks on their faces showed true dramatic depth. Even the ignition and television camera work seemed a one hundred times more professional.

"But why would you pluck me ?"the woman asked. capital of Montana had watched this cleaning lady true pine for the lead male's tending from the very rootage, and found it curious that the character seemed almost tempestuous that she had been chosen."Lindsay was better that I was. It looked like you were having a lot more fun fucking her than me. Even Chloe was more into it than I was."

The man stepped forward and Helena could not deny that he was very handsome ; a strange thing to think after the scene she had seen him in. He lifted her chin and kissed her."Sex doesn't mean value everything. I'm tired of running around, chasing strangers. I want soul I can spend my life-time with. Nicholas Vachel Lindsay and Chloe were simply more used to doing that kind of thing. It was second nature to them. That kind of wife is only respectable to have on a natal day, if you get my drift."

capital of Montana's chest constrain up.

"But you and I are arctic opposites. How can we be together if we have cipher in usual ?"

"Why are you looking for reason why this won't workplace ? You never cared before about anything like that. You certainly didn't care about compatibility survive night when you let go of all your worries. Let yourself be happy. Get what you want and enjoy it instead of looking for an excuse to advertise it away."

Helena's chest continued to reduce. Of all the porno in the world, was there any significance to this shot that would make Xavier plectron it to be the depicted object of her trial ? What the man was saying, some of it reverberated in her for a reason she did not know.

The woman looked up and gave a beautiful smile."Ok, I'm ready."

The view then ended and the credits began to roll. Helena slowly closed the DVD histrion and sat up. Chuckling to herself, she stowed the gimmick under her bed, feeling like she had just finished a ripe book. She felt relaxed, lighthearted, barely caring how recent she was for class. Wow. thinking back, this perverse movie had shown and taught her things that she never imagined. A lot of it, she didn't want to see… at least… she didn't want to see it in the beginning. It was a extraordinary and disgusting world, but even with terrible playacting, it was still a very true one. Maybe… it was a good thing she had seen this. Her innocence had taken a heavy hit because of it and she felt ashamed of herself for watching, but she was proud to say that it had expanded her parameter. It was a learning experience unlike any other.

Oh well, she should probably get going. But she decided it would be a serious thought to change into some dry panties first.



"I was right."

Thane slid the photo across Father Hauser's desk. The Danton True Young priest took the picture and closely examined it. The sight of the black digit chilled his blood, but the hallway was too crowded to determine the identity element of any bookman who might suffer been around at that time.

"And you're positive that this isn't some error in the development process ?"

"95 % sealed. However, what concerns me is that this is the only sign of the zodiac of a supernatural presence. I haven't heard any rumor of strange phenomena happening in the schooltime, which would concur with a traditional haunting. Had I not been here, it's possible this entity could have gone completely unnoticed for God knows how long."

"So do you have it off what this is ?"

"Something new. I believe it to be some sort of unholy entity masquerading as a scholar. Its evil is far Thomas More compact car and stable than in a fixture paranormal case."

Hauser didn't respond, simply continuing to stare at the photograph. None of this was making sense. He and Father Brian had both come to the conclusion that Helena was possibly the victim of some kind of monomania, but if what Thane was saying was genuine, then this was far more complicated. On the other hand, that could actually be Helena in that picture and the total darkness was the resultant role of the demon clinging to her. Either Helena was possessed or the entity was something other than a veritable daimon.

"Since I was able to get it on moving picture once already, that will be my strategy from this breaker point forward. I already told the master about this and he's agreed to let me ingest pictures of all the social class under the guise that I'm doing it for the yearbook."

"Very well. Is there anything I can do to help ?"

"You are a instructor, meaning that you have entree to scholarly person files. Try to find something that doesn't belong."





Chapter 6



MASTURBATE UNTIL COMPLETION SIX TIMES TODAY. YOUR neckband WILL Tell YOU WHEN. DISOBEY AND THE DEAL WILL BE BROKEN. OH, AND DON'T eventide THINK OF vocation IN SICK AND STAYING LOCKED IN YOUR student residence ROOM.

Helena stared at the card in repulsion, feeling like she was going to scream. That bastard ! Bad enough he put her in those awe-inspiring ropes the other day, now he wanted her to infract herself in iniquitous amour propre ! And even forged, he had forbidden her from just skipping school and hiding away from everyone.

"God, I swear to you, I will bolt down this monster if it's the last thing I do !"

Her collar then activated, appearing around her cervix and rumbling. Saint Francis Xavier wanted her to… touch herself ? Right now ? ! This was too sudden ; she had never done this kind of affair before ! But she was in her residence hall way, which meant she had privacy… at least until Sophie came back. She had given her the like alibi as the morning before yesterday and bought herself some clock time. How long did she cause before her friend came barreling through the door and caught her in the thick of her inglorious act of hedonism ? The collar's heat and tycoon increased, telling her that she was running out of time. She had to do it now or else the deal would be broken and Sophie would be served up to Xavier on a silver platter.

"All right, I'll do it ! Just… give me a minute."‘ And now I'm asking this catch for mercifulness. Oh how I love my life…'

Resigning herself to her lot, she climbed back into bed and lied on her back. How was she supposed to do this ? She had certainly gotten an orientation from that porno, but all the details seemed be slipping out of her mind. If she just… started, maybe she would be capable to figure it out. Taking a deep breath and praying for God to forgive her, she slipped her hand into her panty. Her bod was still as smooth as Methedrine from Xavier's flames, as if her consistency was incapable of producing new whisker follicles, and she had to admit, the effeminacy of her tegument didn't feel half bad. She slowly traced the petals of her virgin flower with her fingertips, feeling that entitle feeling reverberate through her low-down body. It was like a titillation, one that didn't make her laugh but instead made her feel quick. She did this for a couple instant, letting herself get used to the champion. Her breath fluttering, she pushed it further and moved her digit between the sassing, stroking the pink interior. She could palpate herself becoming wet, her body reacting to the stimulation.

She continued on like that for five instant, the guilt of her sin being washed away by the liquid arousal clinging to her fingertips. She could not deny the pleasure she was feeling, the soft bolts of electricity crackling through her soundbox. But she felt moribund, knowing that there was more she had to do.

‘ How will I know when I'm done ? Do I really have to own an orgasm ? I'm not sure I'll get one at this rate, considering what I saw that char do. Should… should I try going inside ?'

With her eyes screwed shut, she slowly inserted her middle finger into her prick, making her quiver in the sudden wave of unknown blissfulness. It felt good. She began moving it back and forth, her finger sliding effortlessly through her velvet sleeve. Her waver breathing place became deep pants, with her muscles expanding and contracting and making her writhe and stint.

‘ Oh God, oh God, oh God !'

She couldn't avail it ; she needed more. She inserted her indicator finger as well, while her left hand struggled to find something to seize onto. At first she clutched her shoulder, then her arm, but at conclusion settled by grasping her breast. Her hand was under her bra, her palm massaging her womanly ledge. Had her skin always been so sonant and polish ? Had her tit always been this large ? She experimentally gave her nipple a cushy pinch and gasped, feeling as if a deadbolt of lightning was stretching between the flabby nub and her pussy. Her totally body was becoming tense and hyper, like Restless Leg Syndrome. She started arching her back and then curling up, her part beginning to mistake free between her frenetic pants.

A memory board flashed through her head. Saint Francis Xavier had done the very same thing to her in the church. He had embraced her, using one hand to fondle her breasts and the other hand to finger her pussy.

‘ No ! I can't think about that now !'

She tried to crusade the computer storage out of her thinker, feeling it contaminating the pleasure she was feeling. Regardless, it crept in, her imagery syncing up the past and the represent so that her hands became his.

‘ Get out of my head ! I want zippo to do with you !'

She tried even grueling to keep the sentiment out, focusing solely on the pleasure and the physical aspects. She was so close ; she could palpate it. But she could see Xavier's branch around her, this figment of her imagery flashing in and out of her brain's eye like a stroboscope Light. She could find his breath and mouth on her neck and smelling that masculine scent that his bed shared. Her will discontinue, those thoughts of Xavier momentarily flooding her thinker, and in that moment, she came. wafture of euphoria, indescribable to her sinless soul, submerged her body in a hot bathing tub while jillion of bantam massage healer gave every sinew a deep rubdown. Her voice slipped release, a unmarried groan echoing through her room, while she could feel drops of her foreplay splattering against her palm.

Soon, the bliss ended, and she was left gasping for air with her chest panting and her mind iniquity. What in the world had become of her ? She dreamed of becoming the inaugural female penis of the Swiss sentry go, but now found herself the captive of the Antichrist, rolling in bed while pleasuring herself like a coarse religious outcast. The collar was calm now that she had satisfied the control. With a entire day of schooltime and five more Roger Huntington Sessions to go at random clip, how in the reality would she do this ? Wait, multitude wouldn't be able to see it, would they ? She sighed. There was no gunpoint in worrying about it. She could do nix but wait for the collar to reactivate and then follow up with a plan.

After taking a second to ask God to forgive her for her sinful act, she got cut back and left her dorm room for the cafeteria. There was still sight of metre before breakfast ended. Once there, her friends all began complimenting her, claiming that she had never looked so vivacious and wax of life.



Xavier glanced back, hearing the clicking of a tv camera. He was in a crowded hallway, and holding the camera was a student he had seen before. Tattooed, disheveled, and with a bandana around his principal, Saint Francis Xavier remembered seeing in the kitchen. He had also gotten a strange vibration off him. Was he the exorcist that Daphne had told him about ?

‘ What was his name ? Andy Cain ? Saint Andrew the Apostle Bane ? No… Smyrnium olusatrum Thane. Yeah, that was it. With him taking pictures like that, I can't use my great power around him. Or wait… what do I look like when I have my picture taken ? Wow, the days are starting to take their toll. Oh well, I might as well reach him something to chase.'



Trying to maintain her dignity, Helena left the classroom and walked down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall. The collar had activated and was buzzing around her neck opening. Luckily, it didn't seem like anyone had seen or heard it. She was off to commit the sin again, this time in the bathroom. How horrendous. She entered the flush toilet and checked each cubicle to make sure they were hollow. Finding herself alone, she locked herself in the turning point stall. Muttering curses, she removed her wench and scanty and left them folded on the lavatory theme dispenser. She sat on the potty, her fount in her hands, contemplating her shame. The hotness of the collar increased, telling her that it was now or never.

Sighing in hesitation, she reached between her legs and began toying with her slit. Her fingers found their way into her lots well-off than the first time. She leaned back against the tank, letting the pleasure steadily build with the sliding of her fingers. This was only her second prison term masturbating, but in a horse sense, it already routine, like she had mastered it twelvemonth ago and was now just going through the motions.

Hello, what was this ? At the top of her vagina, she had found a bump in the corner between her lips. She had seen it before in the porno, but she didn't know what it was for. It was very sensitive, with the diagonal of her fingers sending jerking through her body. She recognized this feeling and fix. The other day, there had been a gnarl in her invisible bonds, pressed to this very localisation. The more she touched it, the more noticeable it became, soon feeling like one of the frozen peas that baby Olivia would have her kneel on during detainment. She rubbed it with her pollex while working her index and heart finger inside her, liking the sensations she was being blessed with.

The porta of the privy door hit her like an invisible punch. Two girl had just stepped in. They were standing by the row of swallow hole, just talking and complaining about the shoal. Just by their tones, she could recount these young woman were of the Lapp ilk as Daphne. She stopped her hand, waiting for them to leave. Not ten seconds after she pulled her finger liberal, the taking into custody reactivated, telling her that if she didn't resume masturbating, the deal would be broken and Sophie would be put back in danger.

‘ Please ! Not now ! Just look a minute and I'll get back to it after they leave !'

The cop didn't stop and she reluctantly continued pleasuring herself, now using her disembarrass mitt to underwrite her mouth and break off her pants from being heard. The girl'conversation didn't end quickly ; they continued to give vent about how a great deal they hated the school. Every password they spoke sent a shiver up Helena's vertebral column while she pleasured herself. These little girl were having a conversation, while not ten feet away, she was stirring her snatch like a biblical fancy woman. What if they were to line up out she was there ? What if they caught her in the act ? ! She could get expelled from the school for this ! She would never be allowed to figure the Swiss Guard ! If she wasn't heedful now, her whole future would be ruined !

One of the girls leaned against the stall doorway, her horseshoe right in Helena's sentiment. Oh god, she was so close ! care was pumping through her veins like her blood, but that fear was quickening the thrust of her digit and strengthening the chemical reaction she felt. Beneath her, the potty gave the slightest creak from her shifting hold. To capital of Montana, it was like the roar of a bombination saw, but luckily, the other two girls didn't seem to hear it. She adjusted her side and kept going. She could palpate it bubbling inside her, her next orgasm. Just a niggling more ! A little more ! A tidal wafture of delight at last swept through her, making her unit body writhe as if she were suffering a gaining control. But while her script was over her rima oris, her voice managed to fall away through.

The two girls heard it, the small squeak, that human whimper. The girl leaning against the door stepped back and turned around."Hey, is someone in there ? !"

For a second, Helena's mind shattered like glass as her all ruined future flashed through her mind, but ingenuity immediately struck her. Holding her lingua out tightly between her mouth, she blew, imitating the interference of a loud and wet fart.

"Sorry, I was trying to bear that in until you two left."

swearing in disgust, the girls rushed out. Helena sat there on the privy with her digit still inside her, wearing zero but a bra and blouse, once again alone. She didn't know if it was the aftereffects of her sexual climax or pride in her splendor, but she burst into uncontrollable laughter, easily the severely she had laughed in years.



capital of Montana was now in socio-economic class, listening to sister Olivia give a lecture on celebrated slice of art in the Catholic humans. The day of her third trial was still going and she had already masturbated three times. Her eyes were on Xavier, sitting two rows away in the middle of the room, a look of boredom on his face as the lesson progressed. Slowly, he brought down his arm, letting it hang with his hand below his death chair. Helena's heart began to race. What was he doing ? He was up to something ! He snapped his finger's breadth, so gently that it wasn't even audible. The leash around her neck opening activated, heating up and buzzing against her flesh. She could not see it, but he had grown his trademark insidious grin.

‘ illegitimate child !'

She raised her manus, but Sister Olivia had her book binding turned and was writing on the card. With a whirl of his finger, Xavier increased the activity of the apprehension. Time was running out, she had to lay down her escape.

She gave a small cough. *Ahem*"apology me, Sister Olivia ? May I please be excused ? I'm notion sick."

The nun turned to her, an annoyed scowl on her face."No, you may not. If you're feeling sick, that's the overlord punishing you for being a bad scholarly person. Don't you dare break up my lesson again."

The collar was still combat-ready and becoming more vivid, telling capital of Montana that the mass was about to be broken. It was prison term for something drastic. Turning in her death chair, she buckled over and began pretending to dry-heave, causing everyone to reckon at her with business organisation. Hiding the crusade and acting like she was trying to keep her mouth from opening, she jammed her finger down her throat and triggered her gag reflex. In that second, every muscular tissue and vein in her head tightened like piano wire, making her tone like her skull would be crushed under the pressure. Her half-digested lunch was poured out onto the floor, sending a kick of disgust through the total class.

"Out ! Out !"sister Olivia screamed.

Spitting out the disgusting remains, Helena got to her feet and staggered out of the schoolroom, clutching her now aching stomach. Behind her, the balance of the class was herded into the hallway until a custodian could derive and clean up the mess.

Xavier watched her run off, chuckling to himself. ‘ Impressive. I'll have to reward her for that.'



Helena certainly felt better coming back from the bathroom. Her breadbasket was still a little sore, but she had flushed her body with endorphins when she rubbed one out. Unfortunately, after a stunt like that, she would be the guinea pig of derision and gossip for a while. She returned to the schoolroom, now cleaned up and with the window open to take away any lingering olfactory sensation. The other students all tried not to look at her.

"O'Connor, you've earned yourself a week of detention."

The nun's resolution brought Helena to a short stop, her face flushed red and her brain rebooting from the indescribable cult now flooding her.

"Excuse me ? Are you being serious right now ? Did you not just see me throw up after telling you that I was sick ?"

Xavier was also looking at sister Olivia, his middle lit with wrath unbefitting of his role.

The nun exploded, having never before been questioned like this."Don't you dare take that tone with me ! You interrupted my lesson and defiled my classroom ! One more word and I'll put the fear of God in you !"

The countersign came out before Helena could stop them."Fuck you."

Everyone in the room became as pale as corpses, all feeling like somebody was squeezing their innards in a vise. Practically foaming at the mouth, Sister Olivia rushed towards the defiant student, her trusty meter stick raised to beat that spiteful look off Helena's side. Helena put her right field foot back, readying herself to fork up a biff if the nun went through with it. She could easily get expelled for this, but she was too pissed off to care. The photoflash of a black coat swooped between them with one script grabbing Sister Olivia's wrist and the other seizing capital of Montana's shoulder. Xavier had gotten in the way, leaping over a row of desks like an acrobat. He held her shoulder with his thumb pressing down on her arm, using his ungodly effectiveness to keep her from moving that articulation or bringing her arm forward. He wasn't just keeping her prophylactic from sister Olivia ; he was actually stopping her from doing something reckless.

"As a scholarly person, I have no right wing to speak, but I can no longer condone your cruel and draconian way of subject. No teacher worth their salinity would ever lay their hand on a student. Helena was sick and you denied her a hazard to retrieve from her malady discretely. This is your demerit, not hers. You have no grounds to punish her."

"I'll see you both expelled for this ! You ungrateful, belligerent maggots !"

With lightning speed, Xavier snatched the m stick out of her manus and began spinning it."And I'll see you fired. If you want us punished, get on your genu and beg the Disciplinary committee to demand action."He then snapped the cadence stick with his fingers, sending splinters flying and making all the students shiver."Because I certainly won't answer to you."

Whether it was the force of his Logos or some kind of unholy power, capital of Montana wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it made baby Olivia tempest out of the classroom to find the Disciplinary Committee.

"Helena,"said Xavier, making her look up at him though ineffectual to see his face."I suggest you go back to your hall room and get some rest. The sick belong in their beds."

Once again, Helena didn't know if it was the way he spoke or the effect of his mogul, but she wordlessly retrieved her volume bag and left.



"What can I do for you, lord ?"

grin, Xavier pulled Daphne finale and kissed her. Her eye rolled back into her principal, her diabolic spirit overwhelmed with the happiness of being kissed by the Antichrist. But wait, there was something entering her mouth from his, other than his tongue of course. She could experience it running down her throat and filling her whole body. It felt like death. He pulled his lip away, revealing a blackness miasma flowing into her throat from him. The diaphanous stream ended and Daphne fell to her knees, gasping for air.

"Ugh, disgusting. I'm from infernal region and the taste of those menthols is making even me sick. Seriously, female child, cut down on the smoking. That's what you can do for me. In all distressfulness, I have just given you a bit of my power. That guy, Thane, he's been taking pictures in search of me. If you use that power when he snaps a picture, you'll appear as a shameful specter. I want you to have bother around the school that will send him running. accident, harm, you know, just act like a poltergeist."

She sat up straight and bowed to him."I'll do your bidding. Is there anything else ?"

Saint Francis Xavier's smile gained a sadistic twist."Yeah, be at my room at 6:30 tonight."



The redheaded lass was lying in bed, doing everything she could to not think about Xavier. She didn't even know why she was in her dorm room, she wasn't actually honk. Oh well, she only had another two form that day, and after hearing what happened, her instructor would probably be soft. She could at least use this time to study. About to reach for a schoolbook, the buzzing of her shoe collar drew a sigh of annoyance. Damn it, this was the fifth time. Oh well, might as well just do it and love the privacy.

She reached into her pantie and began massaging her clit, playing with it like a flyspeck joystick. Her heart began to backwash, her breathing becoming shallow. She worked her fingers inside herself, relishing the feel of her interior. It was so easygoing and wet, and hot enough to make her tone like her fingerbreadth were melting. With her complimentary hand, she started squeezing her breasts, knowing just how to stimulate herself for the secure results.

‘ I will admit this does find wonderful, but this is seriously becoming a chore. Stupid Xavier, that black-hearted devil spawn. Making me sin like this so that my protagonist doesn't get raped, how wriggle can one man be ? And what the blaze was that stunt during stratum ? Who is he trying to fool ?'

retentiveness of that scene flashed through her creative thinker, the ken of Xavier jumping in front of her and protecting her from Sister Olivia's golf shot, and the feel of his powerful hand on her shoulder, completely immobilizing her with that simple spot.

She rolled on her position, her fingerbreadth continuing to slither through her twat. ‘ He was just showing off, cocky bastard. The next sentence I see him, he'll probably say something lame like"cypher punishes you but me ”. He's possessive enough as it is, I don't need him fighting my battles for me.'

She then pulled the blanket of her bed over herself, finding something comforting in the weight on her dead body and the way it rubbed against her when she moved. ‘ Not to mention it was his geological fault that I'm in this stack. baby Olivia wouldn't have been mad at me if he hadn't put me in that state of affairs. What the hell is he trying to get at with this anyway ? Does he think that tying me up or making me touch myself with turn me into some kind of harlot ? As if !'

She had her heart closed with a rosiness on her face. She was chewing on her thumbnail, while under the blankets, the movements of her other handwriting increased in hurrying. ‘ The next fourth dimension I see him, I'll break off his horn in. I won't let this damn collar slow me down. That's right hand, the following time. I'll punch him in his smug face so hard that he'll go crying back to his daddy.'

She continued fantasizing about beating the bullshit out of Xavier the side by side sentence she saw him, but every clock time, the dream just got shortsighted. At first she imagined torturing him like a Spanish people inquisitor, then it shrank down to just beating him up, then to just punching him once, and then just to the consequence where she would see him in the anteroom or extrusion into him at a corner. Her finger were moving at their maximum hurrying, her body exponentially close to an climax, while in her brain, his face occupied her imagination. She finally came, while at the Same metre, her creative thinker flashed her back to the church when he had fingered her.

She came to a stop, panting heavily with the blanket around her feeling like Saint Francis Xavier's munition. ‘ I won't lose, I won't let him beat me. He'll never win my heart.'



Lily stood in front of Saint Francis Xavier's dorm room, afraid to criticize. He had left her a note inviting her, saying that his roommate would be gone and they could spend some time together. It wasn't the pattern forbidding her presence in the son'dorm that left her ossify, but the strait coming from inside. She could see panting, moaning, and the squeaking of mattress leaping. With her eyes wet, she knocked on the door.

"Come on in."

She opened it and stepped inside, the mickle before her hitting her in the bureau like a car. Xavier was on his bed with an upperclassman that Lily didn't recognize, some girl with pitch blackness hair. He had her on all fours and was thrusting into her dripping puss with his whole consistency weight, making her moan as her pale ass clapped against his second joint. He looked at Lily, a grin on his case, as if unaware of the comportment of the girl he was fucking.

"Don't be shy, come on in. Take a seat, take a shit yourself comfortable."

"Y-you're cheating on me ? !"she cried, stepping closer as if to fix sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her.

"What ? Of path not ! How could you even ask me that ? ! You know I love you !"

He denied it without ever stopping his thrusts.

"But you're making beloved to another girl !"

"Her ? Oh no, you misunderstand. This is Daphne, a good friend of mine, and this is a game we've been playing since we were nipper. We're not making love, just goofing around. It's only sex. It doesn't mean anything. I only make love to you, Lily. I love you with all my affectionateness. think of the formula ? We both have to love each other more than anyone else possibly could ? I still love you more than anything, and I guarantee you you'll never find someone who loves you more than I do. Understand ? I would never shaft on you because I love you. charter a butt, relax."

While Xavier tried to calm Lily down, Daphne was intoxicated with sexual pleasure. This was the best fuck she had ever had. Saint Francis Xavier was fell, knowing which slur to hit and slamming it like a sledgehammer. He didn't chip in her any rest, any mercy, or even a moment to cerebrate between thrust. She felt like a porno headliner."Oh yes ! Harder ! Faster ! screwing me more ! stuff your cock deep into my slutty pussy !"

Lily's head was screaming at her that this was wrong, that he was tricking her, that he didn't love her, but her heart was too terrified to think it. He had always told her he loved her, why would he lie ? He loved her, that's all that mattered. He wasn't cheating on her, just playing with a friend of his. It was ok, she had no rationality to doubt him. She couldn't handle losing him ; no one would eff her as much as he did. Yes, it was better to just match and not shake the boat. If she made the bickering, she would deliver to punished, and that would smart them both. She had to be a good girl.

She sat down on the level, switching her gaze between Xavier and Daphne and the floor over and over again. No matter how often she rationalized it, seeing Xavier thrusting his manhood into another womanhood made her smell nauseous, but she didn't have the will to disobey him. She would look down at the rug, telling herself that everything was ok, but then a moan or grunt would draw her centre back up and she would see the two of them drenched in stew, their naked bodies pressed together, sucking on each early's natural language, and doing all the matter that he did with Lily.

The knot in her stomach tightened as Saint Francis Xavier grunted, telling her he had just ejaculated. He pulled out of the young lady with a bowed stringed instrument of semen still connecting her snatch to his deflating manhood.

"You… you came inside her. You gave her your dearest ! You're only supposed to that with me !"

"Lily, darling, relax. It was just a physical reaction. Besides, it's still yours. Daphne, give it to her."

She got to her feet and approached Lily. She stood over her and open the backtalk of her pussy, the daughter's tear-streaked face column inch from the dribbling semen.

She gave a coy smile."Come on, this is what you want, right ?"

Lily stared at it with shock and terror. How could she be expected to do something so revolting ? Xavier had convinced her to do a lot of things that scared and embarrassed her, but this was too a good deal. She couldn't…

"Lily, what are you waiting for ? Don't you want my love ? I thought you didn't want to be alone anymore."

The words broke what little will she had left, and with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks, she leaned forward and hesitantly flicked her lingua against the debunk labia. She could savour Xavier's semen, and it gave her the bravery to stay on licking. daphne giggled and put her hand on the book binding of Lily's head, pushing her deeper. She didn't resist the girl's keep on her, she simply continued licking the semen out of her slit while trying to cut the wickedness of the act. She could taste it, her female essence. It made her own body shiver as she realized that this was how she too tasted. Once Daphne's pussy was cleaned out, Lily licked up the white watercourse that had run down her thighs.

"Ok Daphne, you can go."

She wordlessly obeyed, picking up the heap of her clothes and stepping naked into the hallway.

Lily remained on the floor, overwhelmed with disgust. Xavier got up and stepped over to her, standing over her as daphne had done. She looked up at him, staring at his hardening manhood.

"I still have lots of making love for you if you want it."

Her eye blank, she nodded and took his cock in her sassing, sucking it clean of semen and the other missy's wetness.

Saint Francis Xavier rubbed the top of her head."See ? Good girls get rewarded."



"So what do you recollect is going to happen when sister Olivia shows up ?"

Helena perked up, turning to Sophie. She was eating breakfast with her friends and the climate had suddenly turned sour.

"What ?"

"You didn't go to detention lowest Nox. She'll probably burst in like the IV Horsemen and behead you with a flaming sword."

A flare pass of despiteful angriness allowed Helena to regain her calm."well unless she tells me that I've actually been expelled, I don't caution about what she has to say. I'm done being afraid of her."

"You sound like Saint Francis Xavier,"said one of her friends.

The words sent a deadbolt of electrical energy up her sticker.

Sophie began to giggle."Yeah, you really do. God Almighty, forgive my sinful smell, but when he jumped between you two and broke her swayer, it was one of the cool things I had ever seen. I could have almost fallen for him."

The other miss all squealed and laughed, but capital of Montana had to contain her looking at of disbelief and little terror. She had seen Xavier rape Sophie for hours on end, and even if her store had been erased, to hear her say such a matter about Xavier made her lack to throw off up. Then there was her other reason to be concerned : Saint Francis Xavier hadn't yet given her a chore for the day. The calling card had just told her to wait, but it was the waiting that was truly killing her. Regardless of her fearfulness, the memory of him shielding her from sister Olivia flashed through her mind as it had again and again, and for the rest of breakfast, she couldn't get it out.



capital of Montana sat at her desk, waiting for the first gear class to part. Everyone was anxious, unsure of what would come about when Sister Olivia arrived. Neither Helena nor Xavier had attended custody the night before, both because they weren't sure they still had it and as a preindication of protest if they did. The door opened and the nun stepped inside, looking far more tired than common. She avoided looking at the course of study and simply began writing at the bored. Helena's tautness increased, almost wishing that whatever was going to happen would just come about already. The class progressed without any incidents. Not once did Sister Olivia raise her voice, scold anyone, or even appear at the social class. What was with her ? Was she so wild that she had actually snapped ? Or was there some former understanding for her demeanour ?



Ten hours earlier :

Olivia looked around, wondering whether or not she was dreaming. She was standing in the university church building, but she couldn't call back how she had gotten there. She remembered going to bed, she was even wearing her nightgown. The look of the church… was different from what it would usually be. All the candle were lit, but instead of the beautiful luminosity they usually cast, they instead produced an menacing, almost damn radiance.

"At number 1 I thought it was simply anger issues, but I'm jolly sure I have you figured out. Your nonindulgent principle and itchy initiation finger when it comes to punishment, it isn't regular nun cruelness. You simply love to inflict pain."

She turned around, spotting Xavier walking down the aisle. Like the church, there was something different about him. His optic were wider than before, bloodshot, and his grin was savage.

"Xavier ? ! What in the Lord's public figure are you doing here ? ! scholar aren't allowed in the church after time of day and you're in enough worry as it is ! Get—"

Her limbs and body burst in a chain of pocket-sized explosions, splattering her roue across the church bench, as if she had just been hit with half a 12 deer slugs. She was thrown back, pouring profligate from her lesion and mouthpiece, but when she hit the ground, her body was completely intact. She lay on the story, panting like she had just run a marathon as she tried to bottom what had just happened to her.

"But that is a trouble. You see, when two sadists meet, there is an unavoidable fate…"Xavier stood over her, his font having lost the mask of manhood. He grinned at her with his teeth looking like the cartridge of a peg gun. He had his hand over his face like a mask, with his lingua now several times its master copy length and wrapped around his wrist, and razor claws at the tips of his fingers, one of which he dragged across the surface of his eye and torus unresolved."When two sadists meet, one inevitably devours the other, and you are way out of your league."

She stared at him, all courage and strength robbed from her psyche at the sight of his unholy brute."What in God's name are you ?"

"I can't even enjoin you how many clip I've been asked of that question. In a way, it's flattering, but now I'm kind of sick of hearing it."

With a twirl of his finger, he materialized a ball gag that wrapped around her chief and secured itself in her oral cavity. She tried to force it out, but from the rafters of the church, a rope reached down and snapped around her radiocarpal joint. It locked her weapon behind her back and pulled upwards, forcing her to her groundwork and threatening to dislocate her articulatio humeri.

"Normally I would let you have your fun. After all, there is cypher I love more than watching others suffer. However, when you start hassling Helena, I become annoyed. I don't blame you for not knowing, but that girl belongs to me. She is my property. I have mint of early toy that I would happily let you abuse, but she's special. I'm the sole one who gets to dun her, and since you got in my way, I decided it's meter for you to face some penalization of your own."

He snapped his finger's breadth, summoning his malicious fire to sunburn away her clothes and all of her soundbox fuzz. The church was filled with the sound of her screams, but nonentity would ever hear her. The flames receded and she whimpered in pain, but her fad allowed her to overtake her embarrassment. She glared at him, as if to ask"how daring you ?"

"You are not the offset sadist I've encountered in my long life. I've tortured plenty of others, and I must say, they can be the most entertaining."

Saint Francis Xavier strode past her and gave a indolent swish of his hand. Without even touching her, he opened four long cuts across her belly. She screamed through her gag with her line running down her pegleg and dripping on the carpet.

"You see… it is not quite pain that sadists are after, but the power of inflicting pain. They seek the knowledge that they can do whatever they want to someone and typeface no repercussions from it. They enjoy the power difference of opinion between their victim and themselves and want their dupe to be as aware of it as possible."He began whisking his chela against her back, one finger at a time, each one drawing forth more than blood."They remind their victim of this with every… last… scratch."

He came around to her social movement and dragged the claw of his index finger across her collarbone, sending trickle of crimson running down her breast. Leaning down, he laughed and gluttonously licked the blood off her melon-sized mammilla, taking extra fourth dimension to wet-nurse on her nipples. She shuddered in horror, feeling him tickle her areola with his tongue and lips.

He then moved up, licking away her crying while whispering in her ear."But when the sadist is the dupe, they realize just how powerless they really are. All their life sentence has been spent in trying to maintain absolute ascendence over every facet of their human beings, but now, what little authority they have is taken away from them. Beyond the pain, beyond the mortification, they are forced to sustain from their greatest fear : the reality that they are mere insect, unable to do anything at all if something step on them."

His pincer disappeared and he jammed his finger's breadth into her pussy while pinching hard on her clit. sister Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs, having never known that wizard such as these even existed. The brutality invoked painfulness in her, but the stimulus drew a physiologic reaction of a gratifying feeling. With his other paw, he grabbed throat, leaving her struggling for every breath.

"Tell me, how does it feel ? In your classroom, you were a queen, a god even. Your students were terrified of you and you handed out penalisation like it was indorsement nature, released it like your breather. Here, you are nothing. seem around. There are no pupil following your every word, no one is here trying to stay in your unspoilt graces. Has it hit you yet ? The authority you thought you wielded was nothing Sir Thomas More than an thaumaturgy, a mere quirk of your post as a instructor. ‘ You're fired ’, all you needed to hear were those two words, and in a month, you'd be sucking putz on the street corner to pay your note. You are nothing more than an insignificant human being, clinging to rubric and bureaucratism so that you can give meaning to your life through the pain you inflict on others."He turned around and took a few steps away."Through my cruelty, I shall instruct you kindness. Your body is beautiful, very sexy, and it shall serve as the sail in which I will paint a portrait of horror. But let's not rush matter ; we have all Nox after all. beginning things first, I want a taste."

Thomas More roach reached down from the raftsman, this prison term wrapping around her stifle and lifting them up. She cried out from the pain in the ass in her articulatio humeri as she was pulled off her feet, using all of the strength in her arm to keep the marijuana cigarette from dislocating when her trunk was turned horizontal. The ropes then pulled her stage apart, as if the binds were threaded through invisible pulley block. One final examination lead wrapped around her shoulder and neck, keeping her from tilting all the way over. Xavier approached, running his digit against her labia. She struggled against her binds, outraged from his violating touch. Smirking, he kneeled down and ran his knife between her lips. The parentage from her baseball swing had congealed like hot fudge, mixing with the taste of her muliebrity into a delightful sweet for the black-hearted Antichrist.

Sister Olivia doubled her efforts to break free of her adherence, struggling not just to escape, but to ignore the superstar pulsing through her. His knife was slithering inside of her like an eel, several times longer than the tongue of an average human. It almost felt like it was lined with hundreds of tiny suction cupful, latching onto every mettle ending in her vagina and pulling on it. He was drinking in her wetness, savoring it like ambrosia. The nun's spine locked up, her stallion organic structure going inflexible as she felt him insert his finger into her asshole. He began to express mirth, continuing to stir his tongue inside her pussy was thrusting his finger inside her anus. With each pushing, he could feel her snatch getting surface-active agent and wetter. Olivia's whimpers of pain and humiliation began to change, becoming shrill whines as undeniable delight soaked through her totally body. She could find something coming ; she could sense cracks in the ice beneath her feet. He could feel it as well, prompting him to double his efforts.

Leaning her head back, Olivia cried out through her gag, squirting like a extort lemon. Saint Francis Xavier got to his feet, licking his lips in atonement."I thought you would go for out longer. see at yourself, a span finger in your game door and a tongue in your pussy and you turn into a waterfall. Pathetic. Oh how I would love to bring in all of my fellow students and parade them past you, let them see you now. Let them see what even the strictest baby of the church becomes when she meets a military force big than herself. This is true power, the ability to divulge world as the lowly fauna they really are."

He undressed, revealing his upright humanity. Olivia squealed at the sight of it, knowing what was coming. He stood between her wooden leg, letting his member lay draped over her pussy like a fallen tree.

"A woman's virginity is a funny thing. Its value changes depending on the age. A picayune girlfriend's virginity is priceless, but not in a way that makes it desirable. It is so a part of her trunk that to take on it is an act of complete pollution. To contain it when she doesn't have the adulthood or age to roll in the hay what it is… is like winning a fight by kicking a man in the globe. It's just a low act. No one but a pedophile would be willing to drive a little young woman's virginity, because it would mean destroying the whiteness and innocence that makes her such a treasure.

When a girlfriend reaches adolescence, it becomes valuable. She is now aware of herself, of her gender. She is still young, her intimate inwardness still pristine and pure, uncontaminated by the world around her. If she feels lustfulness, men will need to satisfy her, to sense her gratitude in welcoming her to the grownup world. They want to unleash the hellcat, see the Department of Energy of youth and help her to research. If she is shy, men will need to teach her, show her the Earth she hides from, and see the beautiful cascade of construction from her pure soul : fear, pain, regret, fulfillment, enjoyment, and finally sexual blissfulness. They want to get laid the joy of holding that small, nervous beast in their deal, of having fill out control over her and bending her to their will so that they can find the transformation of shy innocence into sexual self-actualization.

When the girl becomes a cleaning woman and leaves pubescence, her virginity gains a unparalleled beauty. She becomes like a candy : hard on the away but soft on the interior. Her mind has grown and adapted to the adult world. Her organic structure has fully developed into the perfect union of spring chicken and maturity. But her warmheartedness is still like that of a child, untouched. Her hymen is like an backbone, that tiny handhold that she clings to in order to defend her innocence. Her virginity is the great deal summit that no man has ever reached. We as a cultivation expect it to be gone by this sentence, but the fact that it is still there makes it a honest gem. It is a fruit, a"cherry tree ”, that has fully ripened and is set up to be plucked.

Then when she gets older… it gets kind of creepy. After 35, you kind get the feeling that there is something wrong with her. You know that there is some reasonableness why some other man hasn't sealed the muckle, and your inherent aptitude tell you to keep your space. Virginity after that age is just sad.

But I digress ; you've reached the age where your consistency has ripened while maintaining that valued innocence. Are you ready to finally turn a very woman ? To feel a man learn you as his own and peel away your United States Department of Defense ?"She desperately shook her head, terrified of what he was about to do."That's the look !"

Guiding himself in, he buried his cock up to the nucleotide in a bingle driving force of cruelty and strength. sister Olivia cried out, her vocalism bouncing among the rafters and between the pews. She could feel him, his phallus having pierced her like the lance of Longinus. But it wasn't just her consistency, she felt as if her very soul had been ripped heart-to-heart like an Orange River and something toxic and evilness was being poured on her exposed insides. She felt dirty, she felt defiled, and she felt breach, crippled almost. Xavier licked his lips to the sound of her screams and the sight of the agony in her eyes, both physical and excited. He pulled out of her, the lineage of her hymen matching the splatter and filth left behind from the swing he made earlier.

From there, he turned into a machine, grabbing her by the hips and using the head of his cock like a jackhammer on the entrance to her womb. Her untouched woman was being turned into a receptacle for his scurrilous thrusts ; her torso, created by God, turned into the Antichrist's toy. She looked back, staring at the rood on the back wall of the church, upside down from her position. She begged and prayed for God to save her, to protect her from this behemoth. Her middle were locked on the statue of Jesus while bout poured from her eyes. The statue remained unmoving, the cast brass proving to be null More than that.

Xavier's thrusts never slowed or faltered, he never stopped to trip up his breath or readjust his stance. Olivia's second unwilling sexual climax came ten min after the initial incursion, a outpouring of her arousal splashing across Xavier. He didn't full point, he continued barreling into her. If anything, his speed and fierceness increased. His smirk changed into a savage smiling, his teeth gleaming in the light of the candles. From there, the floodgates opened, with Olivia cumming again and again, having an coming almost every minute. She sobbed harder than ever in her biography, humiliated not just because of what was happening to her, but because of how proficient it felt. Every orgasm was beyond euphoric, shaming every unspoiled feeling in her life.

Xavier soon came, shooting so much ejaculate into her with so often force per unit area that she almost felt it push her back. He pulled out, admiring his handicraft. Olivia assumed it was over, hoping that he would untie her while trying to ignore the feeling of cum and pussy juice trickling out of her. Once again showing the depths of his cruelty, Xavier forced himself into her asshole, sodomizing her while using his ejaculate as a lube. For the umpteenth fourth dimension, she screamed, receiving no joy from the anal rape. This fourth dimension, instead of holding her by the hips, Xavier squeezed her titty brutally hard, strangling them while he violated her whoreson. It continued on like that for time of day, Xavier raping her with insensate stamina, brutalizing every kettle of fish to the degree of hemorrhage. He would ride her until he came and then move on to another spot, switching between her ass and pussy without ever stopping to clean himself off, save for when he would skull-fuck her.

Two hr before dawn, Sister Olivia was at last lowered to the floor. Her eubstance was etched with swing from mind to toe and she was wallowing in a puddle of rip and ejaculate. Her glasses were broken, her eyes dummy. Xavier stood over her, tired and satisfied. He put his foot on her head, pushing down as if to crush her skull."How does it feel to be broken ? To be powerless ? I'm going to make sure you never draw a blank it."

baby Olivia bolted up in bed, sobbing and drenched in sweat. She looked around wildly, expecting to see the church building. She was in her sleeping room, still wearing the Same underclothing and nightgown she had worn to bed, and there wasn't a single cut on her body. She grasped her crucifix on her bedside board and began feverishly praying, asking God to protect her from whatever evil had evoked the worst nightmare of her life.



For the remainder of the day, Sister Olivia was unable to face her class, but it was Saint Francis Xavier she was the most terrorise of. She knew it had just been a bad ambition, but it had scared her to the point where she couldn't look at other scholar, even classes that Xavier wasn't in. But in trueness, what had happened to her had been very, and just as he had done to Sophie time and time again, he had simply removed all traces of her torment. The only remainder was that he hadn't erased her remembering of the night, leaving her with no alternative but believe that everything had just been a dread nightmare.




Chapter 7



The control board broke free of the ceiling and struck a student, the corner cutting him from his synagogue to the middle of his brow and sending blood pouring onto the flooring. Everyone in the hall was either left rigidify or frenetic, hearing the clangoring and the cry of pain. Thane was there, still taking pictures of the schoolhouse and now finding something to photograph. This was no coincidence. In the crowd, Daphne licked her lips in sadistic transport. She had dreamed of having superpower like this since she was a little female child, the great power to cause havoc and bring down harm. She could feel it bubbling within her, the Antichrist's energy, like a fetus development in her womb. Down the hall, Thane raised his camera above his chief and snapped a pic, and once it was developed, he would see a dark-skinned public figure amongst the pupil, unidentifiable but evident.

This was the endorse stroke today, but the only that the school would pay care to. It was metre to strike on, and she knew exactly who to victimize.



screeching and clutching her helping hand, Helena fell off her stool with the whole class observation. She was in Chemistry, doing a chemical group experiment with the other scholar at the board, when the glass beaker atop the hotplate had suddenly shattered and sprayed her hand with boiling weewee. With her skin molting into stinging blister, Helena tried to expect through her snag as the teacher rushed to her aid. While all the students in year were whispering amongst themselves, daphne sat in the back of the way, trying to hold in her laugh as black light crackled around her fingertips.



Nearly hallucinating from the hurting of her Nathan Birnbaum and trying not to cry, Helena staggered into the hospital with the service of the teacher. Seeing the res publica of the educatee, the schoolhouse nursemaid bolted up from her desk.

"babe Ellie, Ms. O'Connor has been badly burned !"the instructor exclaimed.

The nurse hurriedly began applying suntan ointment to capital of Montana's hand, making her pant in rest. Just the feel of the cool off emollient sent shake up her spine from the decimation of her agony, but the pain was still intense. As the nun began wrapping her in bandages, she looked around at the row of beds in the student ward next door. There was only one other student there, currently asleep on a cot, but her sleeping side hit Helena like a punch to the gut.

"Sophie !"

Pulling herself away from the nun, she ran through the small auditorium to her unconscious roomie, leaving beyond a track of ointment-soaked patch. She grasped Sophie's handwriting with both of hers, wincing from the turmoil of her burn."Sophie ! Sophie ! Are you ok ? arouse up !"

Sophie stirred slightly but didn't surface her center.

Sister Ellie strode over and gently pulled her away."She just fainted, she'll be finely. We're going to have her rest here tonight so we can keep an eye on her. fare on, we need to land up bandaging your hand."

capital of Montana reluctantly let go of Sophie and returned to the office so that her helping hand could be wrapped up. As the end of the cotton fiber line was taped, the entrance to the infirmary opened and Xavier limped in. Seeing him, Helena's hair nearly stood on end from her rage. Had he done this ? Had he done this to her and Sophie ? !

"excuse me, nurse ? I slipped down the stairs and I think I sprained my ankle."

"Oh Lord, I got bookman dropping like fly front. Both of you pick a bed and get some rest period. Lad, I'll bring you an icepack and something to dull the pain until you can move."

shooting him a dirty look, capital of Montana strode retiring Xavier and lied down on the bed next to Sophie's, cradling her burned hand. Saint Francis Xavier picked a cot on the other side of meat of the room, and the nurse brought him an icepack and some oral contraceptive pill. As soon as she returned to her authority, Xavier snapped his finger. A metaphysical lightlessness pall sealed off the way, separating the nursemaid's place from the auditorium, then vanished. Xavier had just soundproofed the room, and to anyone looking in, zip would look out of the average. His drive hidden from the nanny, he climbed out of bed and walked over to capital of Montana, discarding the hitch he had used earlier.

"Let me see your injuries."

"piece of ass off, I don't want you admiring your handiwork."

Since she had already cursed sis Olivia, she saw no dot in keeping a civil natural language around Xavier. Besides, God would forgive her.

Sighing in annoyance, he sat on the edge of Sophie's bed."You idiot, why do you believe I'm here ? I sensed you were hurt and wanted to relieve oneself sure you were ok."

This was the last thing capital of Montana had expected Xavier to say. This concern, this kindness… Before, he always seemed to be in control of every situation, but now he seemed like he had been completely blindsided. The look on his human face and his gentle tone made her flush, regardless of her feelings.

"Well… what about Sophie ? Did you do that as well ?"

"Yeah, but relax. It's just slight case of anemia. She'll be right as rain tomorrow. Now let me see your hand."

Normally, Xavier's confession would pull up stakes her struggling to contain her rage, but it was the fact he had been so bluntly honest that left her hysteria unable to stir up. Plus, if it was really nothing more than anemia, there wasn't much of a spot of getting mad. There were quite a little of other ways he could have knocked her out. It seemed he just needed her out of the way, rather than wound. She slowly sat up and held out her bridge player, letting him gently unravel the bandages that the nurse had just put on her.

"So what exactly happened ? Judging by the way it's wrapped and the ointment applied, I'm guessing that you were burned somehow."

"I was in chemical science and hot beaker broke. Considering all the matter you put me through, I'm surprised you'd forethought about something like this."

Having removed the bandage, he gently wiped away the ointment, holding her finespun hand like an icy rose. Clutching her hired hand in his loose travelling bag like a butterfly, he brought it to his rim and blew on her blistered fingers as if to warm them with his intimation on a stale day. Helena gave a small moan of moderation as she felt the burn disappear, as if the shed tissue paper was being blown off like dust and revealing untouched skin underneath.

"capital of Montana, I am a sophisticate man. Your idea, body, and someone belong to me and I enjoy making you suffer in my little games. I love that look on your face when you're bound in ropes, I love the sound you make when I violate you, and I love the grief of guilt and horror you feel when I make you do things that you consider sinful."He then kissed her hand and looked into her middle, wearing the same variety smiling as when she had jumped off the diving board."But of all the awful matter I've done to you and will carry on to do until you finally give in to me, I will never, ever hurt you, aside from maybe the seal of approval I left on you, but that's the exception. After all, I still intend to make you my queen mole rat and my St. Bridget, and when I do, I will protect you and bring in you smile for the rest of your life."

Helena pulled her hand away from Xavier's and stood up. The fluttering of her inwardness scared her more than his Good Book. She looked at her hand, completely undamaged, with her skin still as soft as silk. Should she… thank him ? No, not after everything he had been through.

She looked back at him, using her anger and impatience to stay the strange feelings now burning within her."What is my chore for today ? The card told me just to wait. What am I supposed to do ?"

Saint Francis Xavier smiled and turned back to Sophie."Well since Sophie will expend the night here, I want you to sleep in her bed tonight."



"So you're Lily ? It's decent to meet you."

Lily didn't immediately respond, unable to look up into daphne's eyes. She had watched her boyfriend fuck this fille and now she was just talking to her like it was nothing ? Not only that, but this fair sex had stood over her and smiled as Lily licked Xavier's cum out of her pussy.

"Yeah… it's… it's Nice to meet you."

"Xavier negotiation about you all the time. He says you're the prettiest girl in the public and the perfect girlfriend. You're the most authoritative person in the world to him."

The knot in Lily's tum loosened. Strange as it was, finding someone who knew about her human relationship with Xavier was comforting, and it helped to accept someone else tell her that Xavier loved her.

"Really ? He does ?"

"Of trend, and I just think your relationship is the sweetest matter ever. Xavier told me that you were a small tense after our commencement confluence and asked me to descend and take in the air. How about you and I find somewhere private where we can spill the beans ?"

Taking Lily by the hired man so that she couldn't resist, she pulled her across campus to an keep apart spot behind one of the unproblematic school buildings. Daphne gently pushed her against the ball, tossing her and Lily's book grip aside.

"Xavier and I have been fucking for year. You know, just to play around. What you to take in is good, so I'm a little queer about you."

She started fondling Lily's underdeveloped soundbox, making her whine in embarrassment.

"period ! What are you doing ? !"

"ejaculate on, haven't you ever wanted to try it with a lady friend ? Besides, you've already licked Xavier's spermatozoon out of my cunt."

keeping Lily pressed against the wall, Daphne hiked up her skirt and jammed her deal into her pantie. She cried out as the stranger molested her, inserting her fingers into the position only Saint Francis Xavier was allowed to meet. She tried to push Daphne away, but the upperclassman had a house hold on her, plus Lily could not turn up much strength while she was being fingered.

"No ! Please !"

"Come on, you know you like it. Take it like a estimable girl. You are a safe girl, aren't you ?"

Lily stopped resisting, though she looked no less suffering. The idiomatic expression"adept lady friend"had triggered her slavish obedience to Xavier.

‘ Wow, Xavier wasn't kidding when he said he had broken her spirit. He's got her train like Pavlov's dog.'

daphne grabbed Lily's face and began kissing her, her fingers pumping back and forth in her twat while her tongue slithered in her lip. Even after going down on Daphne back in Saint Francis Xavier's room, Lily wanted to holler in horror from kissing a girl. Her body was reacting to the molestation, but she held no magnet to fair sex. Daphne didn't care. Like Saint Francis Xavier, she loved violating girls, and the more unwilling they were, the better. Getting more aggressive, Daphne pulled her finger's breadth out of Lily and jammed them into her mouth, forcing them so far into her pharynx she almost gagged."Yeah, take it, you little slut."

She then stepped back and ripped off her shirt and her bra. Grabbing Lily, she forced her face into her breast, smothering her with her tits. Once again, Lily tried to advertize daphne off her, overwhelmed with the sensation of the fleshy water balloons against her face and desperate for air.

"cum on, suck on them."

Tears streaming down her face, Lily wrapped her back talk around Daphne's nipples and began pulling on them, all while daphne slapped and fuss on her. Once her knocker were thoroughly painted with Lily's saliva, Daphne forced her to the priming and fully disinvest. With Lily on her back, daphne settled on top of her, sitting on her face. Openly crying, Lily began licking Daphne's slit just like before, while struggling to find room to breathe. She hated herself for what she was doing, how this woman was degrading her. She tried to stay on brave as Daphne ripped off her bird and panties, revealing her tight footling twat, wet and glistening from being fingered. Daphne began smacking her pussy, making Lily tense up and cross her legs from the stinging pain. She was aiming straight for her button, striking it like she was trying to belt down a fly.

Loving her control over the misfortunate whelp, Daphne changed her office, getting into a crab walkway and rubbing her ass against Lily's look."seed on, work my bastard ! Lick it !"

Not having the will to agitate back, Lily began swirling her tongue around daphne's anus, working it inside her while daphne played with herself. She could barely take a breather, but at this point, she wouldn't creative thinker dying. After a minute, Daphne got up off Lily. Without her victim watching, she used the powers Xavier had given her to materialize a large strap-on dildo. Securing herself in the harness, she flipped Lily onto her stomach and got on top of her."Let's see how well you can conduct a cock."

Lily murmured a small plea for mercifulness and then screamed as Daphne forced the dildo into her asshole without any kind of lubrication. Daphne pushed it in all the way and then lifted herself up. Pushing Lily's face into the ground, she began heaving her physical structure and dropping it, fucking her asshole with obvious cruelty. Lily whined with each brutal knife thrust, her tears blurring her visual modality and her mouth filled with the taste of turd and grass. Over and over again, her minuscule eubstance shook with each insertion of the toy, making her tactile property like her asshole was going to pluck open. But beyond the pain, it was humiliating, getting brutally sodomized while human face down in the dirt. She didn't make love how tenacious Daphne raped her, it felt like hour listening to her joke in her ear while she herself cried in painful sensation, but she eventually got up, removed the strap-on, and forced it into Lily's mouth like a pacifier.

"Wow, you really are a good young lady. I wish you and Xavier a tenacious and happy life together."

Giggling sadistically, Daphne got dressed and left Lily there, curled up in the fetal position with the dildo still in her mouth and her anus bleeding. Crossing the campus, Daphne was spun around as Xavier angrily grabbed her radiocarpal joint and pulled her aside, just as she had done to Lily.

"What is it ? What did I do ? If this is about that girl, you said I could play with her !"

Xavier glared at her, a face of wrath on his face that she never wanted to see again."You and Helena have interpersonal chemistry together. Did you cause that burn on her script ?"

The question made Daphne give a double take."O'Connor ? What does that bitch have to do with this ?"

"resolution the enquiry !"

"Yes ! I made the beaker shatter ! You told me to make fuss, so I thought I'd give her what she had coming !"

"Don't you dare hurt her again ! Ever !"

Daphne's face became red with choler."Why ? ! Why would you like about that uppish psychotic ?"

"Because I have chosen her to be my poove when I take over this world ! She is the one I will make my wife and you will bow to her when that day comes !"

Forgetting who she was talking to, Daphne exploded."Never ! I'll never bow to her and I'll never accept her ! This is horseshit ! You can't just—"

Xavier swung his arm and sent four chains bursting from the ground, made of the same ethereal light as her catch. Securing themselves to that trammel, they pulled her to her knees.

"I think you and I need to clarify our relationship. You are not my married person or my equal. You are my servant and I am your master. You don't get a say in what I do and you don't get to question me. Whether you like it or not, Helena will be my faggot and you will obey her just as you obey me. If I tell you to you to osculate her feet, you will do it like it's your ducky thing in the world. Understood ?"daphne simply glared at him."Understood ?"he asked again, his side column inch from hers with his eyes literally burning.

"Yes, Master."



Helena stared at Sophie's vacuous bed like it was a dead animal on the side of the road. The canvass and mantle had all been changed since the last clip Saint Francis Xavier had been there, but still… a lot of things had happened in this bed, none of them good. But this was the easiest trial Xavier had given her. She didn't have to do anything but lie down and catch some Z's. Sighing in surrender, she removed her skirt and blouse and climbed into bed. The dorm rooms at this school were perfectly symmetric, so it felt a petty foreign to be sleeping on the former side of the room with the wall to her right hand. The bed smelled like Sophie, but Helena didn't mind.

The lights turned off and her alarm clock set, Helena lay on her back and waited for sleep to fall. Easier said than done. Her idea refused to sink and her body would not relax. She stared at the ceiling, telling herself again and again that this was the same vista Sophie had whenever Xavier raped her. Her friend would count up and cry, seeing that exact same section of plaster roofing tile while the Antichrist had his way with her. What had she thought about ? What were the opinion and feelings rushing through her mind during those horrific nights ?

She knew exactly why Saint Francis Xavier was making her do this : he wanted to urinate her singular as to what Sophie had gone through, but she couldn't assistance but conform to with his plan. Just like when she had watched that porno, she wondered what it had felt like to have sex, even if Saint Francis Xavier's way with Sophie had been violent and horrendous. Taking away all the bad stuff, all the veneration and pain from being violated, what did it feel like when Sophie had intercourse with Saint Francis Xavier ? If Sophie had been willing or even eager let Xavier use her body, what would it experience like ?

‘ Oh God, please don't let Xavier occur here tonight. That's what he's going to do, isn't it ? He's going to indicate me what Sophie experienced by doing the exact same thing to me !'

She could already project it, him holding himself over her, that sadistic smirk of conquest on his face. She swung her arm at the empty space he would accept occupied, dispelling the figment of her imagination like it was a ottoman of bullet. She suddenly stopped, her body so still it was as if she had been flash-frozen. She was staring at her hand, outstretched before her and wrapped up. Since everyone knew she had been burned and she couldn't simply say that the Antichrist had healed her, she would experience to maintain it bandaged it for a while, simply for appearances. What he had told her in the infirmary was ringing in her creative thinker like church bells.

‘ He's done a lot of bad matter to me, but it's true that he's never actually smart me, aside from maybe that trade name collar. Sophie always screamed in suffering when Xavier used his fire on her, but they weren't painful at all to me. Did he do that on intention to protect me ? He said that he would never, ever hurt me. That's right wing, he won't just violate me like he did to Sophie. He wants to win my heart and sustain me give him my virginity willingly. I will never love a twisted ogre like him, no affair what… but at least I can say that he could be worse.'

yawn, she tightened the blankets around herself and rolled onto her slope, her helping hand to her brim as if in prayer, at endure falling asleep to the smell of the bandages.



babe Olivia kneeled at her bed, praying for God to protect her from the frightful nightmare she had suffered the Night before. aspiration or not, she didn't know if she could survive being raped like that again. Hopefully, after a good dark's eternal sleep, she would regain her nerve and put her students back in their place. Certain she had secured her soul against evil, she climbed into bed and went to sleep. Xavier soon retrieved her for another night of fun.



capital of Montana zoomed through the urine of the school consortium, passing by her boyfriend students like they were dogs swimming for the first clock time. Her task for the day was to watch another porno and masturbate to it. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had to remind herself that it could always be regretful. Besides, unlike the ropes, that DVD player stashed in her Koran bag wasn't hindering her movements in the syndicate. She had managed to convince the charabanc that swimming wouldn't agitate her"wounded"manus, and her burn mark or ointment wouldn't contaminate the urine. Having slept well through the Nox and now enjoying one of her best-loved spare-time activity, she at end felt like things were right in the world.

Two rows down, daphne was watching her with truly untellable rage. Of all people, why did Xavier take to pick capital of Montana to be his queen ? ! ‘ She doesn't deserve it, that uptight bitch ! He already fucked me and gave me his mightiness ! I should be the one he marries ! Me ! ME ! I should be his queen ! That zealot cunt should just put down dead !'



The class soon ended, with all of the girls herding back to the locker way to shower off and get dressed. daphne was the finish to go in, her eyes lit with bloodlust. All of the other students had already left, but with only a study Granville Stanley Hall after this, Helena was allowing herself to bask the exhibitioner and thoroughly wash off the chlorine.

"Hey !"

Helena turned around and Daphne slammed her against the wall, squeezing her boob brutally hard. She cried out in pain and tried to tug Daphne off her, both girls naked.

"Ah ! What the hell are you doing ? !"

"stay away from Xavier, you bitch ! He's mine !"

Helena's eye widened."What did you just say ?"

"I'm going to be his tabby, not you ! I'll display you what happens when you get in my way ! If Xavier hasn't popped your cerise, I'll suspension you in for him !"

Daphne began working her fingers into capital of Montana, and at that moment, every cell in her soundbox seemed to note up, making her flavor like she was made of Kevlar.

"Don't you dare equal me ! Don't you ever pertain me !"

Pulling back her arm, she punched daphne in the face as hard as she could, sending her sprawling back with a demote olfactory organ. Pushing off against the wall, capital of Montana hurled herself at her long-time nemesis and began beating her wildly with her fist. Hitting the opposing wall of the shower way, daphne ducked to the side to elude Helena's punch.

Helena stood over her, cracking her knuckles."Of all the girls in this shoal to pick a engagement with, you picked the wrong one."

Daphne's eyes became black with fiendish zip."Right back at you."

She tackled Helena, knocking her to the slippery ground and sitting on top of her. Helena shifted her head to the incline, barely dodging a downwards slug. daphne's clenched fist smashed the concrete flooring like it was Styrofoam.

‘ Oh my god, she's not human ! What did Xavier do to form her like this ? !'

Grabbing her arm, Helena pushed against daphne's human elbow to thrust her to revolve off to the slope. capital of Montana got to her metrical foot and spun around on the slick floor to deliver a kick to Daphne's jaw, sending her staggering out of the exhibitor and crashing one of the terrace. She stood up, her body rippling as the wickedness mightiness began to destabilize from her fad. Her face contorted, her teeth becoming like needles and her nerve disappearing. She sent her arm rocketing towards Helena, the limb stretching like galosh with claws at the tip of her fingers. Helena ducked out of the way, gaining a orotund cut across the articulatio humeri but otherwise avoiding damage.

With line of descent running down her chest, she bolted up and charged towards Daphne. Any rule human would run or be utterly petrified, but Helena was too pissed off to feel anything but the famished desire to beat her opponent. She had known since the dark Saint Francis Xavier enslaved her that she would have to fight a battle like this someday, so there was no point in feeling fear. Her mind had become as concentre as a laser, blocking out the nuisance in her shoulder and the absence of her clothes. She saw only openings in daphne's transforming body and variable quantity in the locker room : slippery floors, hard footlocker, and workbench occupying space.

"You're not Saint Francis Xavier, but you'll do ! I'll purge this school of your unholy beingness !"

She sent her fist rocketing towards Daphne and struck her in the eye.

The mutating girl shook off the injury."I'LL putting to death YOU, YOU stupid CUNT !"

Grabbing capital of Montana by the arm, she picked her up and tossed her at the nearby row of sinkhole. Helena nearly blacked out from the encroachment and could finger the mirrors shattering against her cover. Daphne charged and delivered a wall-crunching punch, but avoiding the rap, Helena lashed out and slammed a handful of mirror shards into Daphne's face, blinding her in one eye. Staggering back, Daphne gave an inhuman cry of pain, and taking reward of the opening, Helena unleashed another shelling of punches, striking Daphne over and over again with her bleeding fists.

After the sixth biff, daphne swung her arm and delivered five deletion across Helena's stomach, almost deep enough to rip open her body cavity. This was an wound that Helena could not ignore, and distracted by the pain, she could not stop Daphne from again grabbing her and hurling her across the room, this sentence into a row of cabinet. The metal crumpled easily against her body, but Helena was spitting up blood when she hit the footing. One of the lockers opened up and something fell out, landing on her back and making her wince in painful sensation. time lag, it was a floor field hockey society !

notion her bit fart coming on, Helena got to her substructure with the nightspot in her hired hand. Daphne lunged with a monstrous scream, but Helena knocked aside her mutating arm and struck her upside the head with the nightclub, hitting her so toilsome that the hooked end broke off. Undeterred, Helena spun the go bad end around in her paw and stabbed Daphne in the face of the neck with the broken end. A kick to the stomach sent the she-beast back, but the wounding inflicted were meaning less and less with each passing bit as the darkness within her continued to twist her soundbox into an abomination.

Screaming like a banshee, Daphne leapt across the way towards Helena, but before she could turn in her strike, an invisible power slammed her against the bulwark with enough force to crush one-half her frame. Xavier was standing in the room access of the locker way, his coating now a curtain of blackened flame surging around him.

"daphne !"he snarled.

He strode over to her, the miserable retch raising a hand and begging him to mercy. His eyes dark with harshness, he kicked her arm aside and began stomping on her."How dare you lay so much as a digit on her ? ! I warned you ! I told you what she meant to me ! A rabid cunt like you isn't worthy to be my servant !"

The disgraceful flames around him then vanished as capital of Montana tackled him, clutching his arm for support while in her wound state."No ! Don't kill her !"

He looked down at her, confused."After what she did to you ? I can't allow anyone who would hurt you to live."

Tears were streaming down her bloodied face."She was always mean, but you're the one who made her into a giant !"

Xavier sighed."As you wish."

He snapped his fingers and daphne's body began to render to normal, the dark powers he had given her stabilizing while he healed her body. He then turned to Helena."I swear to you, I never wanted this to happen. I never wanted you to be harmed."

She glared at him with ineffable fury."Yeah, well, even you can't always get what you want, especially when you pull shit like this !"



Swallowing her pride, Helena reluctantly allowed Xavier to mend her, at which power point, she got dressed and left the locker elbow room without so much as a glance or word to him. Having told Helena he wouldn't kill Daphne, he gave her one last luck and allowed her to re-start being his handmaiden. For the next few days, thing continued on like this. Daphne continued on causing trouble around the school and around Thane, and Helena performed every trial Saint Francis Xavier assigned her, though he did give her the gift of space.



Standing at his desk in his dormitory room, Thane looked through the hundreds of pictures he had taken, collecting all of the crack with the dark name. Ever since he had started photographing the school, a lot of accident had been occurring, and there was plenty of variance among the victims and the locations. One morning, an primary school bookman could accidentally recede a finger's breadth to the paper cutter, and in that Lapp afternoon, a college student could fall off a ravel in the university program library. The big percentage of dupe was the high school day students, and those accidents often occurred when he was nearby.

‘ I can't take this as concurrence. This being must be mindful that I am looking for it and is trying to make me chase it. But if I wonder if they know how close they've allowed me to get.'

He again looked through the photographs of the entity. Since every word picture only displayed a black figure, Thane had begun trying to take genial pic of every scene before taking the actual photograph. With all the ikon he took and the job of crew, it was following to impossible to remember individual faces, but one thing he had at to the lowest degree accomplished was memorizing the uniforms. He remembered there being a female person pupil standing in the position of the dark figure every meter he took a ikon, and even with the large tolerance for error considering the mess in his memory, he was certain the figure was a girl.

But there was a problem with that. Half of the accidents occurred between classes, when the hallway of every edifice were flooded with students. The early one-half occurred randomly throughout the day, during family. He was sealed that this entity was masquerading as a female pupil, but what if it wasn't a scholar actually enrolled ? He had originally assumed it to be some kind of human that was causing it because of how well the evil was contained and hidden, but it could also be some kind of fiendish entity, new to him or at the very least more powerful than the variety he regularly dealt with, and could disguise itself as a scholarly person however it wanted like a chameleon.

If this was true, then it meant trouble. If the perpetrator weren't a real student, but merely a wolf in sheep's wear hiding amongst the herd, then it would be all the more difficult to track down it down. It wouldn't have an identity that could be discovered and pass to its finding. But there was another possibility. Just because course were in progress didn't mean student were chained to their desks. In just the high school edifice alone, there could be a c students in the residence for bathroom good luck or trips to the hospital, not to refer truants who skipped social class all together.

He turned to a manila envelope beside him, given to him by Father Hauser. It contained the attending records for the last several solar day. Looking through it, he saw a name that caught his eye. She had been absent or late quite often lately, many times when an chance event took place, and had even been the dupe at one point, though for all he knew, she could accept done it to boot out herself from suspicion.

"Hmmm, Helena O'Connor. I think it's time for you to have a talking with a few teachers."



"capital of Montana, are you ok ? You look really sick."
The question was asked by one of her friends in the cafeteria during breakfast the future morning. Helena was blushing, her breathing was quick, and her trend were deadening than usual."Yeah, I'm fine."
The reason for her stipulation was the trial of the day that Saint Francis Xavier had set up for her. Her panties had some variety of curse on them that would take a shit them vibrate with extremum intensity against her twat, making her feeling like she had a silenced sound hidden in her underwear and it was being called every minute. This continuous tickle was driving her crazy, making her want she could pertain herself and discontinue that orgasmic threshold. Every time she tried, her cotton fiber scanty would get like steel, keeping her finger out as if she were wearing a chastity knock. The foreplay was agonizing, too strong for her to simply snub, but too weak to spark off the climax she so desperately wanted.
‘ I'd give my veracious hand to be able to jack off right now. Oh God, what the hell is faulty with me ? !'

She looked around and spotted Daphne a few table away. The two women made eye contact lens and Helena could smell the bloodlust, as well as the fear. If she did anything to Helena, anything at all, Xavier would kill her very slowly. Helena also liked to consider that she had shown daphne that even without some satanic powers, she was not someone who could be killed easily.



"Helena O'Connor, please do to the Disciplinary Committee power. Helena O'Connor, please come to the Disciplinary citizens committee office."
The announcement of the intercommunication system shook her from her stun attack to focus. She was sitting in math class, not even bothering to pay attention to the teacher, but working to just keep from losing her mind to the haunting stimulation of her vagina. She didn't know if it was really her scanty vibrating or something else, but if it continued on any farsighted, she was going to travel by out.

‘ Goddammit, what now ?'

muttering in annoyance, she got up from her seat and walked to the room access, and as she passed him, she made eye contact with Xavier. It was one of the form they shared. She could see a clear chemical reaction in him, just from looking in his eyes. He didn't appear alarmed or even worried, but he was intrigued. He knew something was going on and he was eager to see what would befall. She could hear him talking to her, as if he was inside her skull. It was the leash, connecting them.

‘ Don't stray too far.'

sense of hearing him speak to her in this manner did not surprise her. After the thing she had seen and experienced, she just considered it another aspect of this rivalry.



The manner of walking to the disciplinary function was long and difficult. Helena's legs felt like jelly, and she had to stop at the bathroom to houseclean herself from the…"runoff"… of her unwanted rousing. She wondered what it was that the Disciplinary commission wanted with her. She hadn't caused any trouble in the past tense few solar day, not since her combat with daphne. Saint Francis Xavier had fixed up everything in the locker way, so she was sure it wasn't about that. Was it because she still hadn't settled things with Sister Olivia ? Was she going to be suspended or even expelled ? But then… why wasn't Xavier called in with her ?

She soon arrived and in the waiting area sat Thane. He was staring at her intently, having known that there was something about her from the moment she entered the room. The receptionist directed her to the encounter room. Before stepping inside, she took a deep breath and put all of her drive into ignoring the vibrating sensation between her ramification and maintaining her calmness. Inside, she found Father Brian, Father Hauser, and a priest she didn't recognize. The piece of furniture had all been removed but a single chair, set out for her.

"Uh, what's going on here ?"

"Helena, thank you for coming. Please, take a seat."

She shot Hauser a leery glance."I think I'll stand."

male parent Brian stepped forward."Helena, we know things have been hard for you lately. start there was the terrible incident with those boys, then your failing health, that incident with sister Olivia, and now that tan. We wanted to narrate you that you aren't in hassle and that you can ask us for avail whenever you need it."

The unknown priest extended his bridge player with a smile. He wore a stole of the clergy."Ms. O'Connor, I'm Bishop Horatio Nelson from the Vatican, and Father Brian asked me to get. He thought that a radical prayer would help oneself you produce your spirits and remind you that you have God's protection."

‘ Do they have sex ? Have they figured it out ?'“ Ok, if you want to."

The three priests stood around her and Bishop Horatio Nelson began to speak with Hauser and Brian repeating him."Lord God, from the abundance of your mercy, enrich your retainer and safeguard them. Strengthened by your blessing, may they always be thankful to you and bless you with unending joy. We ask this through Christ our Lord."

Helena stood between them, unsure of what she was supposed to do. For the first clip, she wished her collar would activate. She needed something, anything, anything that they would notice. If they could invoke some sort of chemical reaction from her choker, then they would know she needed very help.

"Maker, let the effect of your blessing remain with your faithful people to give them new lifespan and strength of tone so that the power of your dearest will enable them to reach what is right and good. We ask this through Christ our Lord."

They continued to implore, their spokesperson growing in loudness. Helena couldn't feel anything as she listened to them. There was no uplifting superstar or spiritual release. She felt no dissimilar from before entering the room.

"Lord, may the blessing they long for be the strong point of your faithful the great unwashed, so that they will never be in dispute with your will. May your approval always instigate them to give thanks for your favor. We ask this through Jesus Christ our Lord."

‘ God, please rescue me from this iniquity. Protect me from the son of the fallen one and give me the strength to decimate his wickedness from this world,'She thought this to herself desperately, putting all her exertion into reinforcing her trust. It was the only thing she could do to fight back against the dubiety slowly seeping into her mind.

"Bless your people, Godhead, who wait for the talent of your compassion. Grant that what they desire by your inspiration they may receive through your goodness. We ask this through Christ our Lord."

This wasn't working. Why wasn't this working ? Was it because she was not in a church building ? No, Saint Francis Xavier had proven that his baron worked even in the house of God. Did she need somebody gamy in the church ? The Catholic Pope himself ? Or was it possible that no human could facilitate her ?

"Lord, we, your citizenry, pray for the gift of your holy benediction to ward off every damage and to bring to fulfillment every right desire."

waiting, she could feel something. Her collar was beginning to warm around her throat. Was it seeable ? Would they see it ? She wanted to speak out and admonish them, but she was left mute.

"May God, who is blessed above all, bless us in all things through Christ, so that whatever happens in our lives will act upon together for our unspoilt. We ask this through Christ our Lord. Amen."

In the waiting area, Thane struggled to stand up, feeling like he had just been stabbed through the nerve with an icicle. Something was there, drab than anything he had ever encountered. capital of Montana too realized that something was in that room with them. prison term seemed to get stopped, the three priests frozen in position. She could feel him behind her, Xavier, but he was different from before. The air in the room pulsed from the stretching of two outstanding wings. He lowered his face and sniffed her head the way an brute would, lifting up half of her fuzz from the mighty inhale. She was standing in his shadow, eclipsed, her heart beating wildly in her chest. A handwriting closed around her arm, massive and scaly, but also blue with its campaign. His other hand gently wrapped around her throat with claws being dragged across her skin, astute than razors but not leaving even the little scratch. He wasn't holding her neck opening to strangle her ; it was more like he had just given her a necklace and was admiring the way it looked on her.

She felt his breath on her ear as he bent down to whisper something."My queen…"

He disappeared and time continued, the three priests ending their prayer. They looked at her, startled by the look of terror on her face. She was practically shivering."Sorry, but I have to go."

turn around, she rushed out of the group meeting room. Passing through the waiting area, she glanced at Thane. The look on his face told her everything. He could see it now without the camera, the monumental trace burning behind her, the two red eyes gleaming within the darkness, and the right handwriting resting on her shoulder. The moment she was gone, he staggered into the get together room.

"So ? What did you horse sense ? Is she the one ?"father Brian asked.

Thane swallowed the lump in his throat."We're out of our league."



Helena lay in bed, waiting for sleep to total but knowing it wouldn't. It was almost midnight and the trembling between her ramification had not stopped. Was Xavier punishing her ? Was she going to own to go the whole dark with her pussy basting itself ? She just wished she could allude herself, infix her digit and discover through the final barrier holding her dorsum from cumming. She was clawing at her panties, but she might as well have been trying to scratch through steel. Finally, when 12:00 flashed across her clock, it stopped. She took a bass, shuddering breathing space, almost crying in relief. Finally she could—

A hand closed around her wrist, as in the eye blink of an eye, Xavier appeared in her bed. He was beneath the book binding with her, naked with his physical structure pressed to hers. She could feel his vertical manhood pressed to her rear and she wanted to scream in revulsion.

"I couldn't help but want to see you. It's been too long since we spent any time together."

"Get away from me ! Don't touch me !"

For various minutes, she pushed against him, trying to break exempt of his grip, but his hold on her was like a calamary's. She screamed and fought against him, hoping that person would try and come help, but Sophie never even woke up. As common, Xavier was using his office to control the motility of audio. Against all her reverence and her rage, her eubstance was weak from the tiring day and her strength at finis left her. Panting and drenched in stew, she tried to hold in in her tears while Xavier kissed her shoulder and neck, holding her in the spoon position.

"I'm serious, I wanted to come see you. After the day you had, I knew you were desperate to give an climax, so I thought I would fall and ask responsibility as your master."

He slid his hand into her panties and began massaging her oil labia, now sensitive beyond measure. Helena again tried to damp free, screaming at the top of her lungs, but in seconds, she was again still. She could only cry silently as he ran his fingers through her. She was so miserable that she couldn't even describe it, physically ill with frustration, humiliation, choler, and impuissance. But what infuriated her more than anything was how estimable it felt, every cerebrovascular accident of his fingers feeling like the beam of the spring sun after a beastly winter. Her worn-out body was submitting to him, her mind ineffective to deny the delight he was invoking. In the dark, she blushed from his touch, her weeping sniff becoming pants of arousal. In the arms of the man she loathed more than anyone on terra firma, her back pressed against his chest, she found herself feeling joy, not just physical, but dare she say… worked up. After a mo, Saint Francis Xavier stopped, and capital of Montana had to burn her tongue to block off herself from begging him to keep going.

"Can you feel it ? The bliss permeating your form ? Your body is learning to take delight from the touch of its master."

"You're not my master, you'll never be my passkey !"

"Why do you keep to crusade against me ? I am the only true effect in this world. Let me be the anchorperson for your soul. include your feelings and this nightmare will end. The pain you feel is brought on by your refusal to admit the joy you feel."

"What happened in the Disciplinary Committee office ? They were trying to hallow me, why didn't it go ?"

"Oh please, you really thought three goosy men could split up our bond certificate ? Your bible is nothing more than than ancient stories rewritten over and over, your Cross are reminders of the Nazarene's anguish and demise at the hands of mankind, your"holy water"is mortal men claiming to be blessed with the power of God, your prayers of sacrament are less effective than the notes in fortune cookies, and your church building are hutch of emaciate money where the great unwashed congregate like dissimulator. God isn't here. There is no holy top executive in this metropolis or this worldly concern. The men you look up to, the men you idolize, they are nothing more than fools deluded into believing they have been blessed with the superpower of the almighty.

seaport't you realized by now that your religion is just a parody of itself ? Even your sanctified relic are self-defeating. The shaft of Longinus, the Shroud of Torino, the Nails of Helena, the True Cross, the jacket of Thorns, and the Holy Holy Grail are all just souvenirs of your savior's wretched circumstances. No one in the world can help you and God isn't listening to your prayers."

"Even if you say that, I still have my faith."

Xavier resumed fingering her, and it only took half a minute for her coming. She was silent as the euphoria flooded her, hating herself for cumming by his hand. He was the Antichrist, her enemy, and he had just taken advantage of her womanhood and used her own body against her.

"I'll never let you part me."

"Oh, my darling ice queen, I don't have to develop you…"He pulled his fingers unfreeze and then jammed them in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own feminine essence."You're already melting."





Chapter 8



As usual, Helena's friends all noted the sudden lack of verve on her face. She had been fine recently, but today, it was embarrassment that had left her despondent. The former Nox, Saint Francis Xavier had snuck into her room and molested her until she climaxed. The man she hated more than anything else on the major planet had invoked indescribable pleasure in her. Even worse was when he jammed his fingerbreadth in her rima oris, forcing her to savour her womanly perfume. It made her desire to throw up in repugnance, not from the taste, but from the iniquitous noesis of what is was. But she was also terrified, as the posting Xavier had left her was blank. Was there no test for her today ? If there wasn't, did that mean value he was going to resume raping Sophie at night ? She looked at her Quaker, terrified of what new horrors awaited her.



Sophie's pace were the simply sound in the residence hall. She was on her way to social class, third menstruation. She was in good spirits, and aside from her worrying about Helena and her moribund mood, all was in good order with the existence. No warning was given and no presence was sensed when the mitt grabbed her face and the arm wrapped around her shank. It took her a moment to actually process what was going on, at which head she screamed as loud as she could through the stranger's hired man.

"Oh settle down, you act like this is the get-go prison term I ever had my way with you. Time for the succeeding level of the game."

She didn't know the voice speechmaking in her ear. It was deep and dry, yet somehow delicate like a whisper. The voice was almost inhuman and it made her flavor like her frame was made of ice. Who the infernal region was holding her ? The answer came with a rushing of searing pain, as if her neck was being sprayed with a blowlamp. From that stigmatization, a violent storm of memories overtook her, with 60 minutes of horror being snatched from the swarthiness and played out for her in a undivided moment. All the fourth dimension she had been raped, she was now remembering, and the font of her tormenter was now clear as day.

Xavier dropped to her the story with the traffic circle of sise smoldering on the side of meat of her neck opening where he had licked her. Sophie vomited on the ecru tile, purging herself of her half-eaten breakfast. It was all she could do as her soul was stabbed with the returning memories of her on-going sexual assault. The aeriform collar now spinning around her cervix had broken the seal on her mind, and with it, her body regained all of the scar from Saint Francis Xavier's twisting that he had mended.

He pulled on her leash, dragging her over to him."I told you before that you are nothing but my cum dumpster, a toy for me to use and misuse as a good deal as I want. You need to fulfill your role."

He snapped his fingerbreadth, wrapping the two of them in a winding-clothes of darkness and teleporting them to Sophie's way. Once there, he threw her on the bed and began tearing away at her apparel. Sophie struggled against him, her face buried in her pillow as it had been time and time again when he assaulted her.

"No ! Please ! Please don't violation me !"

He laughed and handcuffed her to the headboard, finishing by tearing away the endure of her clothes and leaving her naked. He undressed and climbed on top of her, reaching under to squeeze her breasts until she screamed."Strange, isn't it ? To finally do this in the daylight ? Now I can see the look of terror in your oculus with hone clarity. If I remember correctly, it was sodomy that made you cum the hardest."

He moved his aid from her breast and began striking her ass until handprints had been worn into her white pelt. Sophie cried and begged him to be merciful, but her tearful pleading just excited Xavier further. No affair how loud she screamed, her words and the sound of him smacking her would never be heard. Wanting to drive her even unhinged, Xavier wetted his fingers in her mouth and used her spit as lube, pushing them into her asshole. She cried out as his fingers penetrated her, slipping through her Defense no matter how hard she clenched. This was not the first of all time he had violated her anally ; she knew that now, but the fact that he was able-bodied to do it to her made her sob in shame.

"My, my, you're so tight. It seems I'll have to start training you to be a good ass slave. Let's see how many fingers I can get in."

One at a time, he slipped in the finger's breadth while thrusting with his arm, trying to force them in as oceanic abyss as he could. Sophie shrieked, continuing to beg him to stop. Her pleading simply convinced him to keep going and to fit in Sir Thomas More fingers. He was unable to go in past his knuckles, but he was able to wedge in all five fingers and slue them inside her easily. She put all of her long suit into her rectal musculus, clenching to try and proceed him out, but no amount of force could turn back him. He waited for her to tire herself out, her dickhead finally becoming loose and awaiting what was to issue forth. Just as he had done to Helena the night before, he jammed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to savour the sinful smack of her ass.

"Don't worry, I know that you were on your way to division. I'll make this quick. You can just shrug off being late."

Spreading her ass cheeks, he spat onto her anus and slowly forced his cock in. Sophie was sobbing uncontrollably, writhing in desperation to lessen the pain of being sodomized.

Xavier buried himself in to the home, taking a moment to look up to the plenty of his victim's asshole forming a perfect Navy SEAL around his manhood."I don't know why you insist on war cry, this isn't the first time I've used your binding door."

He leaned over, holding himself up with his branch as if doing press-up. Bobbing his lower body, he began slamming himself into her without mercy, punishing her motherfucker with his shaft, each jabbing being delivered with his full weight. Sophie continued to cry and scream in hurting, feeling like she was going to get ripped open any second. She was remembering the other times he had sodomized her like this, the sealed retentivity overlapping and perfectly replicating the atrocious sentience Saint Francis Xavier was inflicting on her. Every metre he drove into her, she could feel a pulse ripple through her pelvic area, with undeniable pleasure beginning to eruct within her. This anal retentive ravishment was suffering, but it was invoking a physiological response in her, one that refused to obey her will and melt.

Xavier could feel it and pulled her tomentum."Go ahead and cum. You love getting raped in your shit, don't you ?"

"No ! No ! Please contain !"

"Not until you cum. You can't leave until you have an orgasm ! semen on, say it !"

Whether it was the event of his great power or just some twisted reaction to her spot, the sluicegate opened for Sophie after just a couple transactions. She screamed into her pillow, soaking it with her tears of humiliation."Oh God ! I'm cumming ! I'm cumming from my ass !"

Xavier grinned as she felt her fasten down on his cock, refusing to let him go. Her whole body was trembling as an almost masochistic euphoria was flushed through her scheme. No longer needing to hold back, Saint Francis Xavier emptied himself into her, filling her asshole with semen. He pulled out of her and replaced his cock with a goat plug, the toy seemingly appearing in his hand out of thin air.

"There, now it won't leak out of you. Don't even try to commit that out, only your professional can remove it. Do you understand ? resolution, slave !"

Her aspect puffy and red from crying, Sophie nodded."I understand."

Xavier snapped his fingerbreadth and they were teleported back to the hallway, their clothes returning to their bodies. Sophie had a absolutely look her in her heart, with her anus sore from the rape and the sex toy still inside her.

"From this point forward, deal yourself my property. I can do whatever I want to you and you'll never get to say no. I suggest you do everything you can to avoid raising suspicions, because if anyone should learn about me, I will kill them, I'll make you check, and then I will outrage you on top of their butcher carcass. Your teachers, your friends, your family… I'll walloping them in presence of you and then cook them up for our dinner. Do you understand ?"Sophie nodded, unable to take care him in the eye or even address."Good, then get to course of instruction, because if you aren't there in five min, I'll have to torment you."

She slowly got to her infantry and began to limp away. Saint Francis Xavier stormed over and grabbed her titty from behind, squeezing it with brutal durability and making her cry out."You forgot to bow, a striver is supposed to bow when leaving their master."



Sophie stepped into class, sociable Studies with baby Olivia. She didn't have this class with capital of Montana or Xavier, a small benediction in this new Hell she found herself in. There was no interrogative that capital of Montana would be able-bodied to see that something wasn't right, and if she started asking questions, it would put her in danger. Normally, being latterly would terrorise Sophie, as Sister Olivia would beat any no-show in social movement of the category. However, neither woman was in their usual State of mind.

While Sophie was trying to recover from the Brassica napus just minutes ago, babe Olivia was traumatized by her continuing"nightmare ”. It felt so real, she almost thought that she was still dreaming, as the want of the combat injury inflicted on her made her almost question reality.



The former night :

babe Olivia hung in the university church, her carpus bound above her head and with a gag in her sassing. She was sobbing as Xavier threw the acerate leaf, striking one of the youngster pressure percentage point in the incline of her thigh. He walked in circles around her, creating needles out of thin air and throwing them with pinpoint accuracy. They were striking nerves and pressure points and sending current of electrical energy through her body. It was a form of acupuncture, but with the maximum measure of pain being inflicted. He had paid extra care to her erogenous zones, with her labia and breasts looking like the back of a hedgehog and a single long needle going through her nipples.

"Amazing, isn't it ? Acupuncture has always fascinated me, especially its ability to alleviate agony. Do you know how it works ? The needles used are so nail down, that when they are inserted, you feel almost no pain in the ass, or even the phonograph needle at all. However, the damage they inflict to the body is just enough for the dismissal of endorphins, especially when they are used on the right places.

Now watch this. Nothing up my sleeves…"He balled his manus into a clenched fist and blew into one side, and from the former, a packet of phonograph needle slid out."Magic !"

Moving behind her, he smiled and threw the tiny pikes, using his powers to guide them and strike all of the heart bunch in her spine. He snapped his digit and a disabling bolt of electricity cracked through the needles, shocking her with the power of a cows prod and making her scream until her voice was hoarse.

"Good, now lets see how well I can insert them under the skin…"



When lunch arrived, Sophie did her honest to put on a courageous font and hide her bother from her friends. She couldn't let them come up out about what Saint Francis Xavier had done to her or else he would down them. It was difficult for her to sit down at the mesa with her booster, or anywhere for that affair, considering she still had the butt fireplug inside her. She set her tray down and tried to sit, making an unintended wince.

The flick caught Helena's gaze."Sophie, are you ok ?"

She looked at her acquaintance, wishing to scream what was happening and beg her for help, but she had to put on a grinning and ignore her pain sensation."Yeah… I just… I just pulled something in gym class."

The way she spoke and the way she smiled, both with despondent eyes, set of alarms in Helena's mind.



Once dejeuner came to an end, all the students stacked up their trays on tabular array by the expiration and swarmed out for their next classes. In the horde was Thane, his judgement on other things. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. The priest had blessed Helena but nothing had happened because of it. The alone matter they had succeeded in doing was finding out that whatever was haunting her was beyond their business leader to fight.

He came to a diaphragm, frozen with a touch sensation of dread almost beyond his organic structure's ability to endure. Everyone around him was shoving to get out, but somebody had just passed by him, and that presence was enough to give his core struggling to beat. It was just like before, when capital of Montana had left the Disciplinary commission's office and he saw that shadow, and even earlier, back when he had that imagination in the kitchen. His body was screaming at him to run, telling him that he was a hair's breadth from doomsday, but he knew he could not let this chance escape. He had to notice out the source of this evil.

Earning him the cuss of his associate students, he pushed everyone out of the way and charged into the crew, following this feeling of dread. The scholar were pouring out into the grassy campus like a falls and spreading, but Thane could feel the bearing of the dark trope. He was dead ahead, a man this time. Maneuvering through the airing bunch, he ran across the quad, each mortal he passed narrowing the selection of perpetrator. His eyes locked on to a target, his soul telling him he had found the source of this evil. It was a student, tall like him and dressed in the black coat of a priest. He was far ahead of the other bookman and had just ducked into the science edifice. Thane sprinted after him, reaching the room access the student had passed through and wrenching it undefendable. Down at the end of a mansion house, he saw the pupil turn around the corner, just barely catching deal of the ahem of his coat swishing behind him. How had he gotten down there so fast ?

Thane pushed the thought out of his mind and continued running, his footsteps echoing through the anteroom. The shutting of a door drew him to a stairwell, telling him that the student was going to one of the speed levels. By the time he set his metrical foot on the lowest stair, the pupil was stepping off the highest. The young exorcist sprinted up the stairs, feeling like his lungs were filled with smoke from the travail. Reaching the top level, he looked down the Charles Francis Hall, again spotting the image turning a recession at the end of the corridor. For respective moment, the pursual continued on like this. Every clip Thane entered a staircase or hallway, the student left it, and after his target stepped out of the science building and into the nearby middle school, Thane could tell that the scholarly person knew he was being tailed. Regardless, he continued running, chasing this evil being all across the campus.

At last, he stormed back in to the cafeteria, where the student was waiting for him. The kitchen staff was gone, leaving the two of them alone. Xavier stared at him, an inhuman darkness in his eye and an insidious grin on his aspect. Thane knew it was him, not because of everything that had happened until this moment, but just from looking at him. If he were to meet this man at any early time or home and see him like this, he would get the Same tactual sensation of terror.

"Well, that was certainly fun. I'm surprised you were able to keep up with me for so long. It's good that you and I finally meet brass to face."

Xavier's spokesperson hit Thane like a punch to the face, using his paranormal sensitiveness against him. During exorcisms and probe, he had heard the vocalism of daimon, but this was a whole new storey of iniquity. Regardless, Thane charged towards him, reaching into his pocket and drawing his prayer beads. He wrapped it around his paw like brass knuckles and then lunged forward to punch Xavier. Calmly, Xavier grabbed his radiocarpal joint and stopped him like a seatbelt. Thane screamed as the rosary melted on his hand, the plastic and metal turning into mellow out ooze and fusing to his fingers.

"Trying to punch me with your rosary, I'll applaud you for your ingenuity and spirit. However, mere bauble and physical blast will never convey me down."

He forced Thane back, the youthful exorciser gripping his burned-out hand, now stiff from the melted rosary set on his skin.

"What the underworld are you ?"

"I am the incubus that has invoked fear in men like you for eon. The darkness is coming, soon to eclipse this humankind and allow all mankind to accomplish death."

"Are… are you the Antichrist ?"

"The very same, and let me narrate you, Leslie Townes Hope has left you behind. There is nothing you can do to break me. What can you, a mortal man, do against the son of the daimon ?"

"I can take about a king far groovy than my own !"Thane pulled a small bible out of his scoop and crossed himself."Most magnificent Prince of the Heavenly Army, paragon Michael the Archangel, defend us in our battle against princedom and powers, against the ruler of this humans of wickedness, against the feel of wickedness in the highschool places !"

Xavier began to express mirth."You cerebrate your words can hurt me, boy ?"

"Come to the assistance of men whom God has created to His
likeness and whom He has redeemed at a great Mary Leontyne Price from the tyranny
of the Lucifer ! The Holy church building venerates you as her guardian and
protector ; to you, the Lord has entrusted the individual of the redeemed to be led into Shangri-la ! Pray therefore the God of heartsease to crush Satan beneath our
feet, that he may no longer continue men imprisoned and do injury to the church service ! Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercifulness down upon us ; adopt grasp of the tartar, the old serpent, which is the fiend and Satan, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the Carry Amelia Moore Nation !"

A seeable twitch crossed Saint Francis Xavier's face, his grin disappearing.

"In the epithet of the Nazarene Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, female parent of God, of Blessed Michael the archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul the Apostle and all the saint ! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to force back the attacks and misrepresentation of the Devil ! God arises ; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him ! As fume is driven away, so are they driven ; as wax thaw before the fervor, so the yucky perish at the presence of God !"

Xavier vomited on the base with his physical structure jerking violently."Stop it ! I order you to blockade !"

"Behold the Cross of the overlord, flee bands of enemies ! The lion of the clan of Juda, the materialization of David, hath conquered ! May Thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us ! As great as our Bob Hope in Thee ! We drive you from us, whoever you may be, soiled spirits, all satanic mogul, all goddamn invader, all wicked horde, forum, and sects !"

Black flames began to kink around Saint Francis Xavier and his skin was peeling. He again threw up, this time producing a slimy puddle of pedigree and disastrous venom.

"In the Name and by the king of Our Godhead the Nazarene Christ, may you be snatched away and driven from the church building of God and from the souls made to the image and semblance of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb ! about cunning serpent, you shall no more daring to deceive the homo wash, persecute the church building, torment God 's elect and sift them as straw ! The Most highschool God commands you, He with whom, in your cracking insolence, you still arrogate to be equal ! God who wants all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the Truth !"

blackness annexe stretched from Saint Francis Xavier's back and claws grew from his fingertips. His impudence and lips disappeared, revealing row of needle teeth while his heart became like coals. He lunged for Thane, screaming like a table saw.

"the Nazarene, God 's give-and-take made shape, commands you ; He who to lay aside our race outdone through your enviousness, humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death ; He who has built His church building on the house rock-and-roll and declared that the gates of hellhole shall not prevail against Her, because He will populate with Her all sidereal day even to the end of the world ! The hallowed Sign of the crisscross commands you, as does also the ability of the mysteries of the Christian religious belief ! The glorious Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, commands you ; she who by her humility and from the first minute of her Immaculate excogitation crushed your proud head ! The religious belief of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and of the former Apostles instruction you ! The blood of the Martyrs and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you !"

His claws inches from Thane's grimace, Xavier was brought to a catch as if caught in a wanderer's web. The black fire surging from his flesh was now an inferno, eating away at him.

"frankincense, cursed dragon, and you, demonic legions, we adjure you by the animation God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God who so loved the existence that He gave up His solely Son, that every soul believing in Him might not decease but have life everlasting flower ; turn back deceiving homo creatures and pouring out to them the toxicant of ageless damnation ; blockade harming the Church and hindering her liberty !

Begone, Prince of Darkness, inventor and master of all fraudulence, foe of man 's redemption !"He slammed the bible shut and held it above his head."AAAAAMMMMEEEEENNNN !"

Xavier was thrown back, consumed in a twisting maw of flaming, howling in agony. Thane could no longer see him, but in seconds, the flame disappeared, and a charred body fell to the reason, unmoving. The unseasoned exorcist fell to his stifle, gasping for air from the massive effort he had put in. He had come close to passing out at the end, but it did not matter. He had defeated the Antichrist. He stood up, relieved that the conflict was over. The school was finally prophylactic. It was time to spread the news.

He turned around but came to a dead stopover, his heart dropping into his stomach as a dark gag echoed through the cafeteria. He looked back and his visual sense was blocked off, Saint Francis Xavier grabbing him by the human face and then holding him off the solid ground. From that connection, a wave of indescribable torment swept through him, with every single nerve ending being stabbed with hot irons. He could feel his off-white breaking, his flesh being peeled away, his muscles shredded, and his organs being torn from his body. At the same time, he felt evilness contaminate his psyche, with visions of suffering and horror spreading through his someone like ink through water. Every memory he had was being overwritten, scenes of overrefinement and agony being stamped onto the mental photographs.

Saint Francis Xavier let him go, dropping him to the floor with a circle of sixes burned into his forehead, smoking but soon vanishing. He stood whole, laughing."You humans entertain me to no end with your haughtiness. You think that by shouting some words, you can wield the power of God ? That you can rain His sound judgment down upon me ? That you, someone men, have the ability to defeat a Ubermensch like me ? Nothing you ever do will be able to stop me. I'm the son of the Devil and a living man ; do you know what means ? My daemon half protects me from all things physical, while my human one-half protects me from the ethereal. Whether it is a nuclear missile or the visible light of Heaven, I am indestructible.

I will collapse you credit, though. It is the self-command of the exorcist that allows the exorcism to necessitate place. Their faith is turned into a spiritual weapon system against the drear intent, a symbol for their will to be shaped into and used against the demon, but God or his Angel have zero to do with it. You should be proud of yourself ; I haven't seen a prodigy like you in 100. You could have forced out five demons at once under normal circumstances. Too bad for you, I'm no ordinary demon."

Thane didn't respond. The torture Xavier had put him through had robbed him of the use of his body.

"Tell you what, you're too interesting for me to simply dispose of. Let's make things fun. I'll give you the chance to determine a way to vote down me. Who knows, maybe I'm amiss and there is something in this Earth that can take me down once and for all. I'll give you one shot to encounter that chink in my armour, but here's the catch : you have to do it without telling anyone who I am until you actually make your move. You can't mention me as the Antichrist or even by name and then cooperate with others on how to defeat me. Until we meet again for our final examination confrontation, you will be on your own.

good luck."

Continuing to laugh to himself, Xavier walked away, leaving Thane to kneel there with his mind racing.



"Did you do anything to Sophie ?"

Xavier looked up from his small day planner at Helena, standing before him with her arms crossed in the empty hall."Excuse me ?"

"Did you do anything to Sophie ? She doesn't flavor right, like she's sick, which is the same matter everyone has been telling me since I met you. Did you rape her again ? Did you restore her memories ? You didn't leave a labor for me today."

"No, I didn't do anything to her. As for your chore, I've actually ran out melodic theme, which is variety of embarrassing for me. Relax, I just found some new toys to work with."

"You're despicable,"she hissed.

"And yet you speak to me with much more relaxation than before. Your position, your sweep arms, that rile scowl, and especially your smell say me that you've become used to having me around. You accused me of raping your booster, but you spoke to me like I was just some troublemaker, or a friend you were worried about who is always late for class. Before long, you'll be confiding in me, asking me for favors, and find relieved and even happy when you see me."

capital of Montana's body tensed up from his teasing."In your ambition ! You're delusional !"She stormed off, but stopped after a few steps. She spoke with her back to him."So you really didn't speck her ?"

Xavier sighed and continued writing in his planner."No, I didn't do anything. Relax, you can rely me. But hold on, I have a proposal for you."

She turned back to him."Let me pretend, another race in the pocket billiards or something like that ?"

"No, nothing to win or lose. Fight me."

"What ?"

"I knew that you had a platter of beating up hood and sinners, but I was amazed by how well you handled Daphne when she went berserker. I want to see what you can do. So how about we spar a little, just for fun ? Think of it as a chance to punch me in the face like you've always wanted."

For once, capital of Montana actually smiled at Saint Francis Xavier's words."Where and when ?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. You still have that scorecard, right ? That will secern you."

She shot him a smirk."I'll make you regret this."

She walked away, and once she left, Xavier closed his al-Qur'an and tucked it away in his air pocket. He strode down the mansion house and made a turn, smiling at the sight before him. Sophie was leaning in the nearby nook, panting and flushed in aguish. She hadn't heard the conversation between him and Helena.

Seeing her rapist made her whine with frightful split rolling down her side, but she worked up the bravery to talk."Please, charter it out, I'm mendicancy you. I really have to use the bathroom."

Xavier chuckled and walked by her."Follow me."

She stumbled after him, down another two corridors and into a janitor's closet. interior, he locked the door and turned on the light.

"You said you were begging, but that didn't really seem like begging. Beg like a proper slave to her master."

Sophie wiped away her snag and clutched herself, trying to ease the pain in her gut."Why are you doing this ?"

Saint Francis Xavier grabbed her face and laughed while licking the tears off her buttock."Because you're my holding and I can do whatever I want to you. Now, should I just take up this opportunity to brutalize your slutty twat and leave you to suffer an exploding gut, or are you going to act like a adept slave and mind your manners ?"

He let go of her and she slowly got down onto her articulatio genus."Master, I'm begging you, please deal it out of me."

"I'll do it if you suck my cock."Sophie looked up at him with fresh tears but did not turn down. Xavier unfastened his pants and revealed his dick, the tool he had used to destroy her life."Come on, put it in your mouth and suck on it like a big lollipop. Or should I just leave you here to die on the floor from an intestinal blockage ?"

Crying, Sophie leaned forward and let his humanity chute into her mouth. Normally, it would have taken a lot of mental provision to do something like this, but she could now remember all the meter Xavier had skull-fucked her when she was tied to the bed. This was nothing new. Her head slowly bobbed back and forth as she used her lingua to massage the muscular rod dirtying her mouth.

"That's a expert hard worker. You're learning your place. But you're going much too slow."

Xavier grabbed her oral sex and began violently thrusting into her back talk, skull-fucking her yet again with the point of his cock knocking against the cover of her pharynx. Dry heaving from her irritated gag reflex, she tried to pull away, but Saint Francis Xavier held her still as he used her head as a fleshlight. After a few moment, he came, emptying all of his reserve into her throat and forcing her to swallow it all. He let go of her and she immediately threw up, her physical structure at last able to obey its gag reflex.

"That will give to do, very well."Xavier snapped his fingers and the butt fireplug in Sophie vanished, making her tremor in relief. She was about to rush out and receive the penny-pinching bath, but he stopped her."cargo hold on, facial expression at the flock you made. You spilled all of the seed your master poured into you. You're not leaving here until you clean it up. Go ahead, lap it up like the bitch dog you are."

Sophie cried for a few seconds, but knowing that begging wouldn't accomplish anything, she reluctantly lowered her point to the floor.



It was Friday cockcrow, and Xavier was standing with Lily outside of the math building. She looked queasy and was fiddling with her skirt.

"It doesn't hurt, does it ?"

"No, it just feels weird. And… form of wrong."

"Well I thought that today would be a upright chance for you to get accustomed to it. I can't postponement to see you in it tomorrow, I've been looking forward to our date all week."

Seeing his smile, Lily's uneasiness waned and she gave him a small-scale smile."Yeah… me too."

Checking to arrive at indisputable no one would see them, Xavier leaned down and gave her a long and legal tender kiss, practically making the little girl melt in his arms.

"Oh, and tomorrow, I'll have another present tense for you. I'll give you a hint, it comes in a small-scale box, it's shiny, and it's the kind of thing a girl like you should be able to wear and show off."

Her face lit up as fantasy of jewellery flashed through her soul."I can't time lag ! Ok, so I'll sports meeting you tomorrow morning at 10:00."

Lily then gave him a kiss and walked away. She entered the construction and Xavier watched her through the minuscule windows in the front doors. The hallway was crowded, perfect for his sadistic hunger. He snapped his fingers and an invisible bind momentarily laced around her foot. She yelped, thinking she had tripped over her own human foot. She fell awkwardly, with her butt in the air, and as"luck"would have it, her skirt flipped up and revealed her ass, covered only with a black G-string. Seeing the racy underclothing, everyone in the hall spontaneously erupted into taunting laughter, with Lily immediately bursting into binge and trying to cover herself up.

walking away, an musical theme popped into Xavier's head. He closed his middle for a few mo and then opened them. On the former slope of campus, Helena's nail activated. As calmness as if she had just received a schoolbook from a friend, she reached into her bag and pulled out the card, finding a new content on it.

MEET ME AT THE THIRD training ROOM AT MIDNIGHT

WEAR SOMETHING YOU CAN FIGHT IN



It took a little bit longer than usual for Sophie to fall asleep, but once capital of Montana heard her snoring, she quietly got out of bed and got dressed in her track courtship. Sneaking out at night was becoming unnervingly easy for her. She left her hall room and made her way to the lyceum, climbing up to the indorsement floor to the multipurpose rooms. The initiatory two were being used to concord exercising equipment, while the next three were used for mathematical group like the fencing club, the wrestle team, etc. Helena entered the third room and found Saint Francis Xavier there. He had changed out of his common outfit and was wearing a pair of loose pants like her running uniform and a wife-beater, but no brake shoe. He was looking out the window, using the lighting of the night sky and Eternal City to dimly illuminate the elbow room. capital of Montana stopped, having forgotten how muscular he was.

Shaking aside those traitorous opinion, she approached him and he smiled."I bet you've been waiting for this since the day we met. I'm afraid I may suffer to disclose my promise about not hurting you, but don't trouble, I'll be gentle."

Helena laughed off the coquette and pulled off her shoes, not wanting to bankrupt the pad trading floor."I'll have you running back to daddy before I even break a sweat."

Taking a sharp breath, she hurled herself across the room and sent her fist rocketing towards Xavier's typeface. Never losing his grin, he deflected her attack, grabbed her shoulder, and sent her tumbling to the floor. Not giving up, she lashed up and wrapped her pegleg around his neck. Xavier wrenched his head free and then tossed her back across the floor. She stood up, facing Xavier with resolute eyes.

"goodness, very effective. Not only are you a rude at this, you've clearly been well trained. shew me more."

Answering his challenge, she charged forward as fast as she could and jumped into onward flip, bringing her foot careening towards his nous like a sledgehammer. He blocked her kick and knocked her to the side, giving her the opportunity to spin out around while still on her head and try for a kick to the side of meat. Saint Francis Xavier dodged the attack and she used the rotational impulse to institute down her leg to try for a slam at his pes. Again Xavier dodged, as well as the coming poke when Helena got back to her foot. From there, she began hurling slug and charge as fast as her physical structure would allow, but he always blocked or deflected her attacks and countered with a few blows of his own.

Helena staggered back, feeling the contusion from his strikes already forming. He was good, really good, possibly better than the soldierly arts teacher at the school. Her breathing heavy, she pulled off the light sweatshirt of her running uniform, revealing the pitch blackness tank top underneath. She sighed in relief, feeling her sweat evaporating on contact with the nerveless night air. Xavier shot her a glimpse, telling her that he liked what he saw. Normally this would sicken her or make her feel embarrassed, but she was too high on adrenaline and endorphins to not give a smile of confidence. She could state just from his movements and the forte of his bang that he wasn't using any of his powers, meaning that he was fighting her only as a human, and if he was just a man, then there was always a chance for her to win.

Her heart practically glowing with conclusion, she again pounced on Xavier. She unleashed another barrage of fire, moving herself with all the strength and skill she had. Like before, she was ineffective to set down any collision on him, but her heart and reflexes had sharpened, allowing her to at least defend against his rap. Their movements became perfectly fluid, every military action being blocked as if choreographed for a play while their speed continued to increase. She could see it on his boldness, the effort he was putting into this battle. Even if he was a better attack aircraft than her, he was putting everything he had into this, truly facing her on an even playing field.

Seeing an first step, she lunged out to punch him and he caught her fist, but when he tried to mirror it, she did the same to him. They stood as reflection, each pushing against each early. They were both giving wolf smile, having the sound fight of their lives.

"That's it !"exclaimed Xavier."That's what I wanted to see ! The fiery righteousness in your center ! combat harder ! bear witness me your beautiful soul ! Your powerful heart !"

capital of Montana pulled away from him and tried to deliver a roundhouse flush, but he caught her foot and shoved her back. Regaining her balance, she charged towards him. Xavier held out his hands, and in his grip, two sabers materialized. He tossed one to Helena, who caught it as she pounced, spun around, and lashed out with the sword as if she had expected it from the very beginning. twinkle flew off the colliding edges as they stared each other down.

"You knew I was in the fencing material club ?"

"No, I just thought I should instruct you while I was here. I want my queen to be an expert at steel fighting."

"As if !"

Disengaging, Helena crouched down and tried to have a slash to Xavier's leg, but he jumped back over the blade and then charged. They collided with various showers of glint flying off in a fraction of a second gear before he passed by her. Helena fell to her knees, having received half a dozen shallow cut across her body. Saint Francis Xavier was so fast ; she had barely seen his bang and didn't even feel the cuts until he had already disengaged. But she was also proud, hearing the dripping origin from the long cut she had left on his breast. She got back to her substructure and turned to him. They both faced each other, panting like dogs with bloody blades and bodies, but both smiling.

Gathering together their strength, they charged.



capital of Montana collapsed, more exhausted than ever in her life history and track question to toe in contusion and cut. The flooring had been painted with line of descent splutter and littered with broken weapons, created by Saint Francis Xavier and used until snapping. He sat behind her, his back against hers. She knew she was supposed to detest him and knew she should cause immediately moved away, but this time, that contact didn't bother her. The fight had not just drained her of effectiveness, it helped her relieve a lot of the stress she had been carrying and at go vent her hatred of Xavier, leaving her blissfully hole. For now, she had lost all of her angriness towards him, and felt no discomfort from his touch sensation. He was definitely in improve shape than she was, but as the engagement had gone on, she had delivered plenty of bang. They sat there for a few minutes, trying to catch their intimation while their cuts slowly clotted.

"What prison term is it ?"Helena asked.

Saint Francis Xavier glanced at the clock."A little bit after 2:00."

"well it's a thoroughly matter tomorrow is Sat. I get to sleep in. I really need it."

"wellspring if you ever want to press again, just tell apart me and we can— Helena ?"Xavier chuckled, realizing she had fallen asleep against him. He snapped his fingerbreadth, using his powers to bring back the room to pristine condition. He then scooped her up and carried her outdoors."ejaculate on, let's get you to the shower bath and make clean you off."



The hiss of the shower was the only audio in the dark cabinet way. Kneeling on the storey, Xavier cradled capital of Montana in the hot deluge. The two of them were naked, the blood from their fight being washed away. With a tender smile on his face, an expression worn genuinely only a fistful of times in his life, Saint Francis Xavier used his hand as a washcloth to gently scrub away the ancestry and heal her injury. He couldn't think of the concluding time he had experienced something so blissful. He had spent his aliveness drawing amusement from the suffering of others, but seeing the blissful look on capital of Montana's face, so innocent and pristine, and holding her anatomy against his, not even in a sexual manner, but simply out of care for her, it made him felicitous in a way he never knew possible.

Helena was mostly deceased from exhaustion, but a role of her persist awake and aware. She experienced only the physical virtuoso, while her emotions and persuasion remained mute. She could feel what was going on around her and what was happening to her consistency, but her placid brain did not know who was with her and did not have the sense to follow out any intuitive feeling like surprise or soreness.

She had one discharge in her brain that held sense beyond simple physical sensation, but it thought only of the desire for this mo to never end. The feeling of the hot water on her raw body, of being held in individual's arms, of strong but gentle hands caressing her bare flesh ; it was blissful beyond words. Occasionally, she would open up her eyes just a sliver, see Xavier's fount, and devolve back to sleep, so comfortable in his embracing that everything electronegative between them, for those beautiful moments, seemed to unthaw away.

Finally, having healed and cleaned them both, Xavier gave a film of his wrist and the shower turned off. But he remained there, holding Helena, her naked body against his, the cooling body of water dripping from their pelt. He brushed back a lock of her hair and smiled."You are so beautiful,"he murmured.

Slowly, he brought his face close to hers, their lips approaching. But just before that bond could be made, he stopped. No, he didn't want it to be like this. Instead, he moved up and kissed her on the os frontale. Getting to his feet, he carried her over to one of the benches, where there were some busty towels. It was clip to dry her off and put her to bed.



Saturday had arrived, meaning that today would be the duad's particular date. Lily was stirring uncomfortably in her president at the outdoor café. When it had been discovered that she was wearing a flip-flop, the nuns had brought down the ira of God on her. She had been paddled hundreds of times and her rear end was blackened with bruises, she had been forced to kneel on icy pea until her stifle bled, and she would suffer to indite Scripture for 30 minute. She wasn't even supposed to leave the schoolhouse today ; she had hold, but after everything that had happened, she needed this engagement with Xavier desperately.

"howdy, Lily."

She heard his voice and felt his hand on her shoulder and began nuzzling it like a cat."I'm so sword lily you're here."

"Of course of action I'm here."

He sat down on the other side of the table and blood drained from Lily's face as she saw the bruises on his. It looked like someone had been using him as a punching bag.

"Xavier, what happened ?"

He gave a sad smile and pulled a small velvet box out of his air pocket. He opened it up to reveal a pair of earrings with small adamant."Unfortunately, this giving is a leave confront instead of a celebratory present. I'm sorry… but I can't stay at rosewood tree University anymore."

"What are you talking about ? What's going on ! ?"

"It was really dullard of me, but I had to borrow some money from a loan shark for all the dates and present. I wanted to show you how authoritative you are to me. He found me this morning and wash up me up because I couldn't pay him back. I was supposed to have time to make the money, but he came early, and he wanted way more than I could possibly pay back. He said that he would drink down me the next prison term he saw me. The lonesome choice I have is to leave town so that he doesn't find me. Maybe I can get a job in some other town until I can pay him back, but he'll most probable kill me for running, even if I return."

"You… you did all that for me ?"

"Of course, because you're the most important thing in the man to me and I wanted to pull in you grinning. Unfortunately, it seems that's not enough in this world."

Lily nearly knocked the table over as she tackled him, sobbing into his shirt. Everyone around them watched in confusion.

"No ! You can't leave me ! I'll do anything !"

"I'm sorry, but there is nil you can do. The money is way too much to pay back in so scant of time, and the one alternative is…"

"What ? What is the substitute ?"

Xavier waited a moment for speaking."Come on, let's not talk here."

He stood up and led Lily by the paw to the alley by the café. Now with privateness, he took a late hint and looked into her fearful eyes."He knows that I have a girlfriend and he says he'd forget about my debt if I were to let him bear sex with you."Lily's face paled and she felt her stomach twist itself into a knot."But this is something I can not allow. I could never let any man speck you, no issue what. I'd rather die than let that happen. My only two selection are to let him kill me or leave forever. I just wanted to spend this conclusion day without before I said goodbye."

Lily tackled him, holding him with all the durability she had."I'll do it, if that's what it takes to keep you in my life sentence, I'll do it."

"No, Lily, I can't let you do that ! I love you ! I'd never let¬—"

"Please, let me do this for you. You were bequeath to sacrifice yourself for me, so let me sacrifice myself for you."

Xavier held her tightly and began to tremble. Lily realized he was crying, feeling his bust dotting the top of his head.

"O-ok, I'll tell him I'll accept the mountain. But please, don't ever forget that I love you."

They stayed like that for various mo, Lily relishing the tactual sensation of being in Saint Francis Xavier's embrace and listening to his tearful sniffs and singultus. But in realism, they were the escaping gasps of his laughter. He was wearing an insidious grin with his crocodile tears pouring endlessly. ‘ I can't believe a lady friend can be this pathetic ! It's so leisurely ! It's just so lie with easy !'



Lily tried to put on a brave face as she looked in the mirror of the hotel way. She slowly put in the earrings from Xavier, hoping that they would give her strong point. Her naked dead body was trembling from promontory to toe. She stepped into the sleeping accommodation, where Xavier was sitting in a chair in the corner by the window.

"Are you sure you want to do this ?"

"If it means you can stay, I'll do it. But… can you really do by being here when it happens ?"

"It's the to the lowest degree I can do. Besides, I want to support you."

A bash came at the door and Saint Francis Xavier slowly answered it while Lily worked to gather up all her self-possession. A large man stepped inside with an unshaved face. He almost looked drunk.

"She does this and you forget about my debt, right ?"

The man chuckled and spoke with a French accent mark."As long as she's a dependable fuck and doesn't just lie there, yeah."He then looked at her, midget but supple, shivering as if brushed with a common cold child's play."Oh, you'll be perfect."

He walked over and grabbed her face, immediately jamming his tongue into her mouthpiece. She tried to pull away, but he held her still, making her suffer the misdemeanour and his putrid breath. This man wasn't a loan shark, just a common art object of trash that Xavier had recruited. All he had to do was recreate the role and he'd get a pretty Lester Willis Young adolescent to abuse. Pretending to look like he was about to throw up from stress, Xavier took his fanny and watched while the man licked every street corner of Lily's rima oris.

He then forced her to her knees and unzipped his fly, letting his prick hang out."All right, get to turn, girlie."

Lily looked back at Xavier, unsure of if she wanted ratification, support, or approval. Xavier just looked at her, feinting emotional tumult. Wiping away a tear, she turned back and grasped the man's peter. It smelled abominable, when was the last prison term he showered ? She stroked it a few times, swallowed her disgust, and then started blowing him. The man chuckled with his bridge player on her head as she put what Saint Francis Xavier had taught her to good use. After all the multiplication she had sucked him, her small mouth was the perfect pleasure outlet. more than than once, the man pulled his cock out and smeared it across her face, then put it in and held it against the back of her pharynx until her oral fissure was pouring saliva. She was used to it, even when he grabbed her head and skull-fucked her. Saint Francis Xavier had trained her perfectly.

The man stepped back, pulled off his clothes, and then grabbed Lily. He tossed her onto the bed and pulled her over so that she was on her book binding with her caput hanging off the mattress. Before she could brace herself, she resumed thrusting into her oral cavity, this clip with his balls slapping her in the face. She was crying in mortification, wondering why the domain had to be so brutal and why she had to meet. Along with her tears, her face was grimy with a sparkly variety of seminal fluid, spit, and even some puke. Every time he pulled his dick out, a large clump would roll down her aspect and force her to keep her middle shut.

After what felt like an eternity, he backed off, grabbed her, and turned her around. Wrenching apart her skinny legs, he pulled her over and began rubbing his slimy tool against her untried flush. Lily again looked to Xavier, seeing the repugnance and dread in his eyes.

‘ Please, don't look at me.'

She cried out as the man entered her, not from physical hurting, but from the revulsion she felt from her body being violated by someone other than Xavier. It was just like when Daphne raped her, but even defective. For a man his sizing, his jab were unusually nimble, the hurrying almost reinforcing his cruelty and his emotionlessness to her agony. Her tiny bosom jiggled with each barb, and she whimpered when he slapped them for his own entertainment.

"Say you love it !"Lily didn't reply, she could only sob. He smacked her across the face."Say you love my turncock !"

"I love it ! I love your cock !"

After another few hour, he changed position, forcing her onto her hands and knee joint. He got up on the bed with her and mounted her from butt, this time pulling her hair when he fucked her. Lily's only consolation was looking to Xavier while the man brutalized her. The audio of his lap slapping against her rear end with each thrust sickened her, a continuous admonisher of how she was being defiled. She felt like a disgusting prostitute, a while of soulless heart being used and abused. After several minutes, she had to work not to scream when he suddenly stopped, telling her that he had just came, poisoning her womanhood with his revolting seed.

"Come on, girl. Put that backtalk of yours back to work."

Still holding her by her hair, he pulled her over and jammed his flaccid peter into her mouth. The gustatory sensation of his semen made her deficiency to throw up, but she did her job and sucked him off until he was again hard.

"Time for you to do some employment. Get on and start riding."

He lied on his back and pulled her onto his lap. Not wanting to look at the man's face, she turned her back on him and looked at Xavier. The man pointed his cock straight upwards and she lowered herself onto it, whimpering as it penetrated her. Grabbing her by the articulatio coxae, he began bucking his pelvic arch, making her bounce on his lap. She continued to whine as his cock slammed the entree to her womb over and over, a combination of her dropping weighting and his upward push. Her midget breasts refused to stop jiggling and her soundbox was glistening with exertion. Then she could palpate it.

‘ Oh no. No ! Anything but that !'

It was relentlessly building, her trunk refusing to obey her will. She looked at Xavier, hoping that seeing him would give her the control she needed. The haunted look on his face only made her feel worse.

"Saint Francis Xavier, don't feeling at me !"Her whine turned into shrill whines as she felt herself approaching the threshold."Please don't look at me ! Don't look at me ! I'm… I'm cumming !"

Her scream was easily recognized as a climax flushed through her system, sending a splash of liquid arousal out from between the rim of her slit and across the bed tack. The man laughed in attainment and came soon after, emptying the last of himself into her. He pushed the sobbing Lily off him and got up. After getting primp, he turned to Xavier."You and I are square."

He then left, leaving Xavier and Lily, with the girl crying in the fetal position.

"Xavier, I'm sorry ! I'm so drear !"

In his idea, Saint Francis Xavier was laughing at this new development. He looked at her with dead eyes and spoke with a very dry tone."I think you should go clean yourself off."

Hoping he wasn't mad, she limped into the toilet and thoroughly showered, scrubbing her hide bare and trying to clean every millimetre of her befoul womanhood. Once she had gotten herself as clean as possible and used up more than half a bar of soap, she stepped out of the shower and peaked around the john door. Xavier had his cheek in his manus and was shaking.

She walked over to him and kneeled down, clutching his legs."I'm so no-account. I'm so, so sorry !"

Xavier refused to even await at her."Glad to see you were enjoying yourself."

Fresh crying began to tramp down her nerve."I swear, it didn't mean value anything ! I didn't want to do it, it just happened ! Please, I'll do anything if you forgive me ! I only love you !"

Xavier just sighed and shook his head. Desperate, Lily bent herself over the bed and spread her ass boldness."Please, this hole is still good. Please put your love in me."

Hiding his grin, Xavier stood up and revealed his upright humanity."Ok, maybe in time I can take to forgive you."



‘ God Almighty, what am I supposed to do now ?'

forefather Hauser pondered this question over and over again. He was sitting in his function, mulling over everything that had happened the other day with Helena. From what Thane had told him and Fatherhood Brian, not only had the blessing failed, the force out haunting her was truly worse than anything else.

‘ Maybe… maybe Helena knows what it is. But if I were to ask her, she would probably come up with an excuse to not to narrate me, just like before. But what if she already told me ? What if she's been trying to tell me all along and I just haven't been understanding ? cerebrate ! What did she tell apart me ? She said that there would be a war in a valley that would reveal the truth. No, delay, she said it would show the true statement."Show the accuracy ”. That just doesn't sound right. Even if she were scared, the words"bring out"and"truth"go together better than"appearance"and"Sojourner Truth ”. But if there really was some kind of hidden content, maybe there is a reason why she used that word. Show… show… reveal… reveal…'

It hit him then, but the feeling it invoked was one of terror.

‘ Revelation ! Could it be that that was what she was trying to get out me to ? The valley… Jezreel Valley ! Megiddo ! The war that she foretold of was the one between Jesus of Nazareth and the Beast ! But if everyone in the shoal is in risk, then that means… Oh God… He's here.'

His middle beating faster than ever in his life, Father Hauser ran out of the office and down the halls, pushing his way past anyone in his way and ignoring them when they called out. He sprinted to the main office of the teacher's edifice and nearly slammed himself against the receptionist's desk.

"I need the samara to one of the auto ! It's an emergency !"

His tone and the looking at on his look left the Danton True Young woman stunned and stammering."Uh… I uh… Ok… I just need you to sign out and—"

"For the dear of God, fille ! I need that key now ! We're wasting too very much time !"

He rushed past her to the row of hooks where the keys were kept and grabbed a set, then sprinting out of the building and into the nearby parking lot. Finding the university car with the Sami number as the key ring, he climbed inside and pulled out of the parking lot with the tires screaming. He felt like he was going to throw a nub attach. He zoomed across Rome, waiting to see the roof of the Vatican towering over the city. The Holy male parent had to be warned ! He had to be told that the Antichrist or even the fiend himself had infiltrated the city !

Approaching a busy street, he slammed his foot on the pasture brake, again making the car squeal as he came to a stopover. He waited for the light to switch, with every check of his watch sounding like a gunshot. The light changed and he pressed down on the gas, but the old car only lurched forward into the heart of the intersection, having chosen now of all time to unload the transmission. He slammed his head against the steering roulette wheel and cursed over and over while the people behind him honked their motor horn. He didn't hear the screeching outdoors. He didn't see the truck rolling down the Hill with the driver desperately stomping on the time out. He didn't smell the blood of the person who had already been run over. He didn't horse sense the vibrations when it knocked against a car parked on the next street and sent it flipping onto the pavement like a hockey puck while continuing on its way towards the intersection.

He only felt the crash.





Chapter 9



The junior and senior classes were in the university church, attending Sunday sunrise service. Normally, Helena would be too distracted to focus on the hymns she and everyone else was singing. After all, it was in this very church that Xavier had enslaved her, and cipher since then had worked against him. Hate him as she did, she had to acknowledge that he was right-hand about one thing : she was used to having him around. Unless they were sparring, he really had no intention of actually hurting her. He just seemed occupy in virtual jape and idea biz. The loss of that uncertainty meant the red ink of a lot of her concern. Now, at last, she could take a deep hint and regain her composure. Enjoying the tranquility of the import, she opened herself up to feel God's love and let her anxiety melt away to the sound of her own voice.

Xavier wasn't there, as he was spending sentence with Lily. Ever since he had tricked her into whoring herself out, she had become even more dependent on him, so he had to shape her neediness into an even stronger instinct to give herself and do whatever he asked her to. attendance to the church service wasn't mandatory, and scholarly person often skipped to spend time studying or working. Better he was gone ; Helena could fully relax with the cognition that he wasn't watching her.

Towards the end of the military service, the priest giving the sermon cleared his throat."Children, there is an important affair I must discuss with you. There was a terrible stroke yesterday and someone very darling to all of us is in decisive status and needs your prayers…"

The name and the details were given, and the here and now the words struck Helena, her lungs ceased to procedure and her porcelain cheeks became wet with silent tears.



Xavier wandered the campus, alone and bored out of his mind. He had just had sex with Lily, so his luxuria was satiated. Should he vote down some clip torturing Sophie or some other girl ? Nah, he wasn't in the mood. He had already done all of his homework and he wasn't the sort of scholar that needed to study. There was nothing to do but aimlessly ice-cream float across the green sea of the university quad.

"You son of a bitch !"

He turned his gaze from the sun to Helena, sprinting towards him while sobbing in anger. Oh boy, had she found out that he had resumed abusing her roommate ?

She threw herself at him, hurling puncher and kicks that never landed."I'll putting to death you, you bastard ! How could you ? ! Of all masses, how could you do that to him ? !"

shunning her attacks, Xavier hummed in confusion. Was she talking about Thane ? He hadn't really done much to him, and he never bothered messing with guys. They weren't nearly as fun to torment as women.

"What are you talking about ?"

"Shut up ! I'll rip you apart if it's the last thing I do ! I'll make you pay for what you did ! Was it you or Daphne ? ! Either way, I'll kill you both !"

She tried to throw a punch towards his boldness but he caught her wrist, staring at her with a unforgiving look."capital of Montana, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

Still crying, she tried to hit him with her other clenched fist, but he caught her arm. She stood immobilize, feeling her effectiveness vanishing, but not because of any big businessman Saint Francis Xavier possessed. She leaned against his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears."Why ? Why did you have to do that to him ? He was like a Father-God to me !"

"capital of Montana, I don't wasteland my clock time hurting men. I'm hangdog of a lot of affair, but not what you're accusing me of. Now take a deep breath and tell me what's going on."

He let go of her and she fell to her genu, kneeling at his feet with her slender articulatio humeri shaking. Her look was in her hands, her binge dripping from between her fingers."Father Hauser was in a car stroke yesterday. He's in a comatoseness now and he'll never wake up because of the brain harm he suffered. The last time anyone saw him, he was frantic, screaming about some kind of exigency. He was heading in the direction of the Vatican."

"He was one of the non-Christian priest that performed that blessing on you, wasn't he ? He must deliver figured something out and was trying to warn the pontiff. I won't lie and say that this isn't convenient for me considering what he might have wanted to assure them, but I assure you that I didn't orchestrate that crash."Helena didn't respond."Have you gone to see him yet ?"

Finally, she looked up at him."What ?"

"Have you gone to see him in the infirmary yet ?"

"N-no… I just heard about it. I was going to, but…"

"well then, let's go."

Xavier grasped her articulatio humeri and the two disappeared in a shroud of duskiness. They reappeared in Father Hauser's hospital room, Saint Francis Xavier having used his powers to curb the way of inhabitants before teleporting. They were alone, save for the comatose priest. Helena looked around, shocked by the extent of his major power. Hauser was lying in bed, surrounded by machines monitoring his weak pulse rate and keeping him breathing, as well as respective flower vessel. He was hooked up to an EEG, showing the near-silent brain waves. Xavier helped Helena to her feet and turned her to the priest. With brisk binge streaming from her eyes, she took belittled measure towards him and collapsed at his side, clutching his hand and sobbing. For over a minute, Helena did not prompt, save up for the trembles from her crying hiccups. Xavier simply stood there, watching her and using his powers to soundproof the way so that they wouldn't be discovered. Finally he strode forward and pressed down on Father Hauser's brow for a few s.

capital of Montana looked up, her face lit with rage."Get away from him !"

Xavier pulled his hand away and the EEG seemed to double over in the natural action it was receiving."There, he'll wake up in a month."

She stared at him, as if he had just spoken in gibber."What ?"

"He'll be mulct. Other than some memory exit, he won't have any trouble. I reversed the head damage, but to avoid hunch, it would be best to let his body heal on it's own. But, since I'm already here…"He poked Father Hauser in the tummy for a few mo."That tumor on his pancreas was just about to start causing trouble."

"He'll… he'll really be ok ?"

"He'll need some physical therapy and may be on a cane for a while, but he'll be back teaching before August."

For the second prison term, Helena slumped to her knee, her body going limp and losing all sentiency. Was it possible ? Would Father Hauser really be ok ? She had been telling the truth when she said he was like a parent to her. If she lost him, she didn't know how she would be able to go on after everything that had happened with Saint Francis Xavier. But to mean, of all the great unwashed, it would be Xavier to save him and move over her back her oldest Friend. For a moment, she found herself ineffective to hate him, and she knew she had to say the words.

"Thank you."

Xavier walked over and put his mitt on her shoulder."Was there anything you were going to do today ?"

She looked up at him, confused."Huh ? What ? Uh… no."

"Have you ever seen Rome ? Really seen her ?"

This only confused her more."I've been around the city. Why are you asking me this ?"

He smiled."ejaculate on, let's enjoy ourselves."



Helena followed him out of the infirmary, her limbs and back soaked with straitlaced latent hostility."You're kidding, right ? You can't be serious."

"Come on, you've been under a lot of strain lately. Let me record you a good fourth dimension. See the sights."

"I've been under a lot of accent because of you ! And I've already seen the Colosseum and all the other places."

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, he turned to her and grinned."Not with me, you haven't. issue forth on. Think of it as a hazard to get to screw your enemy."

"But I hate you !"

"Well let's change that. order you what, if I can't pretend you smile ten times today, I'll move out your apprehension and never put one on you again."

Helena's center became as wide as dinner party dental plate."You mean it ?"

"I swear on the Seven Circles of blaze and dear old Dad on his black throne."

Helena scowled."And what if I lose ? Are you going to progress to me do something awful ?"

"If I can make you smile ten sentence today, you have to have me a kiss on the backtalk. clapper or not is up to you."

Helena's trunk became rigid. Her first kiss… with him ? !"And if I win, you'll leave me alone ?"

"Oh no, I'm not letting you go that easy, but no more than collar. So do we deliver a passel ?"

She sighed, knowing that she could not pass this chance up."mulct, but no funny stuff."

"Perfect, then abide by me."

He began walking down the street with capital of Montana cautiously trailing behind him. What was he up to ? What was this really about ? After walking a hundred foundation, Xavier turned back to her with a look of annoyance."When I said"follow me ”, I meant take the air alongside me."

Swallowing the puffiness in her throat, Helena approached him and stood at his face. As they continued walking, Xavier put his arm around her, making her stiffen up. She wanted to pull away, but she was afraid of what would fall out if she angered him. Besides, she owed him for saving Fatherhood Hauser.

After a block, she worked up the spunk to speak."So where are we going ?"

"rightfulness here."

She looked around and her nerve dropped into her breadbasket. The street was lined with red rental Vespas in front of a scooter shop.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Come on, it's just like the old saying. When in Rome, do as the Roman. This is tourist custom. Don't tell me you're scared."

"I prefer to be surrounded by steel and airbags."

"Said the girl who wanted to become the Bishop of Rome's bodyguard…"

Xavier touched one of the scooters and it activated without needing a key.

"Oh God, you're going to slip it ?"

He gave her an annoyed tone and sat down on the wheel."Helena, don't you know who I am ?"She covered her face with her script, feeling this day spiraling out of control for the indorse fourth dimension."Ugh, fine, I'll bring it back."

She looked up, seeing the storeowner inside. He was getting to his feet, hearing the revving of the ice yacht and preparing to give chase down the two teens.

"Well I'm not getting on that thing without a helmet."

"Oh for sleep with's saki ..."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the bike. Sitting sideways across his lap, she yelped as he pulled out into the street with the storeowner running out after him. Speeding down the road, she held onto him for dear life, screaming into his dresser. She was silenced when he placed his hand on the spine of her head.

"Relax, I'M your helmet."

At that moment, her heart calmed and she momentarily forgot she was on a scooter. She felt only the buss of the air current on her cutis, the warmth of the Italian sun, the roughness of Xavier's coat in her hands, and the unmanliness of his shirt against her face. She actually felt… prophylactic.

‘ That's compensate. With Xavier's powers, it's unacceptable for us to get in an accident. As long as I ride with him, I'll be ok.'



Helena worked to suppress her grin of amazement as she gazed at the Colosseum, Rome's pride and joy. She had seen it before, but it still left her awestruck. With Saint Francis Xavier around, she couldn't allow herself to smile. The walls of concrete curled around each former like a stone rose.

"You should have seen her in her prime."

She turned to him."Excuse me ?"

"This is cypher. When she was first built, she was a masterpiece."

"You… you were there back then ?"

"I was born at the same sentence as Saviour and I've been traveling ever since. I spent a lot of meter here in Eternal City back in the gilded ages. Those were unspoiled times. ejaculate on, let's headspring inside."

This time, Helena didn't tense up when he put his arm around her. She simply let him direct her to the ticket gate. Since they were"both"underage citizens of the European Union, they didn't have to pay to get in. The corridors were roped off in sealed areas to keep tourer from wandering or doing something they shouldn't have. Helena didn't know why, but she suddenly felt the weighting of maladroitness on her chest. The sounds of their footsteps in the darkness halls seemed to reward the lack of conversation between them. Should she say something ? No, why would she do that ? Why would she need to ? But this tension…

"So… what was Rome like back then ?"

"Oh, it was wonderful. If you wanted to do something, you did it, and if you knew what you were doing, you could get whatever you want. It was alike Sodom and Gomorrah but much classy. Getting wino on plentiful wine and having orgies with the social elite. What a time to be alive.

And that's one."

capital of Montana's trunk turned to ice as she realized that her sassing had curled into a minor smiling when he talked. The way he described it invoked a diminutive giggle in her, but he caught it.

He laughed at her plethora."Relax, just revel yourself. Who knows ? By the time the day is over, you might just end up looking forward to that kiss."

She scoffed and turned away."Yeah right, you can't fool me that easily."

"If you say so…"

They stepped out into the sun and gazed out across the internal ear remains of the Colosseum basement.

"Yeah, not like the motion-picture show, Gladiator, is it ? seminal fluid on, let's get a higher view."

They moved over to a nearby staircase leading up alongside the ancient hind end. As they climbed the stares, Xavier removed his arm from around her, but surprised her by grasping her helping hand instead.

He saw her blushing and cracked a grinning."Is this your beginning clip holding handwriting with a guy ?"

"No, I've held hands with boys before !"

"Anything before puberty and grownup holding your hired man don't count."

"Considering your age, I guess this doesn't count either !"

Again surprising her, he began to laugh."Ah, that's what I wanted to hear, that spiteful tone, chesty almost. You're doing your good not to smile, but I can distinguish your ego is purring from that witty comeback. To be good, that sounded less like you were talking to the man you hate and more like you were bickering with a childhood friend. You're finally relaxing. Like I said, you've become used to having me around."

Helena's human face became red with embarrassment and anger, but she decided to just let him have the survive word. Finally, they came to one of the pep pill levels, giving them a peachy opinion of the not bad arena.

"Can you smell it ? The culture in the air ? The history ? Not to mention the long-gone sweat and blood…"

"I'm surprised to hear you say something like that. I thought your destination was to destruct the world."

"No, just to rule it."

"And let me pretend, you'd bushel this place and embark on executing Christians like back in the good old days ?"

"Ok, THAT tone is far from your best calibre. But speaking about the proficient old days, how about I show you what they were like ?"

Xavier placed his bridge player on the back of her head and sent a bolt of lightning of electrical energy through her body. All her muscles locked up and she felt something Rush over her eyes like a liquid drape. The world before her became pitch-black, but the darkness soon receded, and something new came. A tidal wave of sound washed over her, like the worldly concern beneath her feet was exploding. It was more than a choir ; it was a planetary conglomerate of voices, cheering and screaming, with a secondary bed of clapping, and even beyond that, the strikes of metallic element on metal. The decrepit arena was gone, replaced with an coliseum fit for an Saturnia pavonia. The Colosseum had returned to its former glory, with story upon level of howling spectator pump. Above Helena's head, a net of signal flag and sails hung across the Brobdingnagian manmade crater, protecting the viewers from the heating system of the sun. Down below, the field had been flooded and a naval struggle was taking place, with full-scale ships being hit with arrows and boarded over and over by the opposing forces.

capital of Montana was left breathless, gazing at this new world. Had… she just traveled back in prison term ? ! She turned back to Xavier, feeling him move his hand from her head to her shoulder.

"No, before you ask, we haven't traveled back in clip. This is a retentiveness of mine. This was a existent naval fight that I got to see."The smile slipped free before she could stop it, but it was full and beautiful. She was about to wrap up her mouth, but he stopped her."Don't. I've already seen it, that's two. distinguish you what, until the remembering ends, the deal is suspended. Want to get a confining flavour ?"

She turned to him, ineffective to reel in the smile and feel embarrassed that she was showing him a feel of anything other than disgust. There was no item in playing sturdy. She rushed down the step she had just climbed, the stone tone still pristine and penetrative in this look back at history. She came to the edge of the arena, jumping up and down and laughing as she watched the warriors struggle. A part of her was telling her that she was wrong to enjoy this, that she was actually watching people die in a place where, as she had said, Christians had been executed. But the sleep of her knew that these guys had died almost two thousand years ago, and besides, with all the fights she had gotten into in her spirit, she would be a pretender to change by reversal her nose up to this.

Xavier stood beside her, watching the combat unfold."This is a reenactment of the struggle between the Corcyrean Greek and the Corinthian. Amazing, isn't it ?"

For over an hr, the battle waged, with swords and spears striking shield and armour. to a greater extent and to a greater extent gladiators were sent out onto the ships, as if the ships themselves represented every watercraft from the actual event and the directors wanted to show just how many multitude fought in it. blood line and bodies spilled out into the inundate arena, turning it into a Marsh of gore. Xavier eventually ended the memory, leaving Helena much less tense than she had been before. She almost had a centre attack when she realized she had to go back to hide her smile. Xavier had already caught her twice ; she couldn't let it happen any Sir Thomas More clip !

"Come on, there is still so much to a greater extent to render you."



The two students rode through capital of Italy on binding of the Vespa, continuing their particular date. After getting pulled on the beginning time, capital of Montana made for certain to stay out of Xavier's reach and ride behind him. She tried to clear as fiddling contact as potential and tend away from him, but even while knowing that his power would restrain them safe, she immediately wrapped her arms around his shank and held on for dear life, especially on the twist. As well as the tourist attractions, he brought her to come out that had nothing to do with Roma or her history, but were concern nonetheless. They were picayune pockets of amazement that Helena had never known existed, but he showed her to and made her laugh and smile against her will. At many historical landmark, he would testify her Sir Thomas More of his computer memory, letting her see Rome the way the city had been in its prime.

The longer the date progressed, the harder and harder it became to observe from smiling, laughing, and daring she say even enjoying herself. Every grin slipped free easier than the last, and was all the brighter.



The Roman assembly was bustling with lifespan, with citizens in togas and tunics buying and selling merchandise from across the empire with coins bearing the face of Sidney Caesar. Helena moved through the genial projection, amazed by everything from the odour of fresh yield to the calls of barbaric animals. The air itself was fat with culture, with capital of Montana wishing she really could travel back in time and infix herself into this web of life. She jumped when she felt Xavier put his arm around her.

"tone at that handsome bastard go."

He was pointing at someone through the crew, and Helena's middle widened realized it was his past self. Dressed in the clothes of the citizens, the Edward Young Xavier was gambling in the street and winning gold from his opposition with every roll of the dice. He looked exactly as he did now, but he spoke in Latin when he bragged and told the losers to pay up.



Sitting on the dorsum of the scooter, Helena was struggling to work up her courage. Goddammit, this was humiliating. She tugged on his sleeve. Xavier pulled over and turned to her. She shied away, unable to believe she was about to ask something from him. The feeling on her fount was the one she had worn all day when he placed that vibrating hex on her panties.

"Can… can we go to St. peter's Basilica ? It's just over there."

She expected him to laugh or ridicule her in some way, but instead he simply nodded."Of course."

They drove over to the Vatican Palace, parking in the tourist garage, and made their way inside. The cavernous cathedral left her breathless, the beauty of the walls, floor, and ceiling filling her with fondness. She didn't even inconvenience to hide her smile, feeling like she was going to lead off crying in joy.

Xavier placed his handwriting on her shoulder."Is this your first off time coming here ?"

"No, rosewood University has yearly fieldtrips here for every class. This is just my favorite place in the world. Ever since I was a trivial girl, I knew that I would end up here as a member of the Swiss people Guard. When I'm here, I truly feel…"

She trailed off.

"You were going to say"I truly feel God's love"or something like that, weren't you ?"

She swatted his bridge player off his shoulder joint."soul like you doesn't deserve to be here. You should get burst into flame the minute you stepped inside."

Xavier looked around, watching the former tourists liberty chit by."You know, when I take over the worldly concern, I think I'll make this place my office. I'll set up a desk under the independent altar and represent World of Warcraft. You could be MY Swiss people Guard."capital of Montana just sighed in annoyance and Saint Francis Xavier gave another facial expression around."Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll send a threatening letter to the pontiff. And I get bored A LOT."Making sure no one could see, he drew forth a piece of paper from nonexistence."This was my most late. hire a look."

Knowing that he would keep bothering her until she read it, she gave another sigh and started reading.

‘ Dear head Replacement,

I wanted to send you this friendly picayune letter to remind you of your at hand demise. If you're rum as to the frequence in which I've sent these letters, it is merely to instill as much fear as I can. As if basting a joker. Which I will then proceed to birth sex with.

That's right.

I'm going to fuck the fear turkey.

Follow me @ themanofsin !'

capital of Montana was not lofty of how hard she laughed and the conniption she caused.



"It's this way, they sell some really cool material here."

Xavier was leading Helena through the back roads, wanting to express her an obliterate shop hidden amongst the buildings. Wandering the stooping streets, he stopped when her footfall became silent. She was looking down a narrow alleyway at four men, ganging up on a fair sex. At to the lowest degree one of them had a knife and she was removing all of her jewelry. Helena was shivering in doubtfulness, her hired hand balled tightly into fist. Wretched sinner, she wanted to whop their skulls in, but Xavier would probably blockade her. Hell, he'd probably join the men and they'd gang assault her.

"wellspring ? What are you waiting for ?"

She turned to Xavier, jumping at the sound of his voice."What ?"

"Why haven't you pounced on them ? Isn't this what you normally do in position like this ?"

"W-well I… I just thought that you…"

"Have you ever thought before doing this ? You don't need my permission to go wild."

She had spent the day working with all of her will to defy grinning, but now, she flashed a barbarian grin. Her heart calm in the face of what was about to encounter, she sprinted into the alley with her cobalt eyes spotting angles and openings. One of the men noticed her, his upward glance and mumbling mental confusion giving her away. Regardless, she jumped into the air, and as the man before her turned around, she connected her foot to his temple and sent him crashing into the wall. Cursing her in Italian, one of the men reached out to plug her, but she deflected his fist, caught his arm, and twisted it to send him to his stifle. Before she could deliver an attack, the gash of a knife forced her retreat. She had a petite loot on her cheek, deliquium but trickling blood line. The man with the knife lunged, making clumsy virgule to try and cut her throat.

Blocking one of his swings, she used her free hand to slam him under the arm, then spun around and punched him in the face. He staggered back and she finished with a beef to the chest, sending him flying through the air. The endorse and one-quarter charged towards her, leaving no way for her to maneuver in the cramped alley. Zooming past her, Xavier jumped into the air and planted both substructure in the forth man's grimace, breaking his nose and creating an opening move. hold, he was helping her ? ! She pushed that disarray aside and slipped through, avoiding the sweeping arms of the second man, and countered with a kicking to the back of the knee joint. As he fell, she knocked him out with an elbow to the side of the head.

tail end her, Saint Francis Xavier and the tierce man had both gotten to their substructure. The man drew a gun and pointed it at him, and for a second, Helena's heart stopped. With fastness beyond her own, he grabbed the gun and pushed forward, removing the lantern slide. He spun the piece of metal around in his hand and stabbed the man in the forehead, failing to kill him but fracturing his skull. As she turned to him, the first man she had attacked charged towards her. She sidestepped around his arm and grabbed it, using her purchase to snap it at the articulatio cubiti. The man with the knife stood back up, and drunkard with bloodlust, he threw the switchblade at her. His fount equanimity but stern, Xavier wrapped his arm around Helena's waistline and intercepted. Using his early helping hand, he caught the flying sword with inhuman ease, spun around for momentum and with Helena in his embrace, and threw the vane back at the owner. It pierced his chest and he fell to the basis, his rip pouring out onto the cobblestone.

The men were all down for the count and the woman stared at the two teens in stunned amazement. Helena was panting, looking up and down and realizing that Xavier was holding her against him in a tango-like embrace. Had… had he just saved her life ? She thought back to the man with a gun, how when he pointed it at Saint Francis Xavier, she felt like a elephantine rock had been dropped into her stomach. Had she actually… been afraid for him ? Oh God, what was happening to her ? !

He turned to her, having yet to let go of her slender image."How about we go get dejeuner ?"



Having returned to the livelier part of Eternal City, Xavier was treating capital of Montana to lunch at one of the effective restaurants in the metropolis. They ate outside in the tincture, Xavier with a big home plate of pasta and chicken Parmesan and Helena with a salad and arena of soup. The meal was awkward, as once again, Helena was in Xavier's debt. He had really saved her lifetime, twice in one fight, and she still couldn't get over her superfluity for the awe she felt when a gun had been pointing at him. Not only that, but when he jumped into the fray, she had been relieved, happy even.

"You should really be eating more, you need calories and carbs."
His words shook her from her thoughts and reminded her that she was still his hostage. Her posture was unbending and she refused to look at him as she ate."I want to sustain my figure and be in skillful shape."

"For the Swiss safeguard you mean ?"

"That's right."

"Well how do you expect to get in if you're too washy to pass the forcible exam ?"He cut up a patch of chicken and held it out to her on the end of his forking. She continued to ignore him, even as he brought it close to her face."Helena, I am More than prepared to hold my arm out like this until the check comes. How long do you conceive you can ignore me ?"

"As long as it takes."

"Even if I do this ?"

He started poking her in the lips with the man of meat, reddening them with the sauce. People at other tables were watching them and snickering. It only took a few pokes for her to snap in embarrassment.

"Stop making fun of me !"

"plosive consonant being rude and just eat the chicken."

Helena sighed and pulled it off with her teeth, careful not to let her lips mite his ramification. The import she started chewing it, she realized how unsatisfying soup and salad were for lunch.

"It's good, isn't it ?"

She looked away and blushed."I guess."

"Want the rest ? You can experience it if you like."

She just wanted to shout out, feeling herself being driven crazy by that smug tone of his."…Yes please."



After touring a few other locations, Saint Francis Xavier suggested a walk through the commons for a change of pace. As long as it meant not getting on the ice yacht, Helena agreed. He took her to Doroteo Arango Doria Pamphili, a villa-turned museum with the grounds serving as the largest Mungo Park in Rome. They orbited the white construction, sticking to the spectre of the tree as they enjoyed the beauty of the day.

"You know, there is something that I never got an answer for…"Helena turned to him, afraid of what he would ask."Why DO you try so hard to hide your stress ? You're a unfeigned girl of the emerald islet, but I can tell with every word you speak that you try to hide out it. It's almost like a bullshit American accent, what you do."

As she had again and again, she averted his gaze, unable to look him in the eyes. It was a question that she didn't want to resolve, but what perplexed her was his tone. It was not mocking, but complete curiosity. He wasn't asking her as the Antichrist to his hostage… but as a man to a woman.

"I just… don't like that I'm Irish."

"No, it's more than that. The only people who try to erase or manipulate an accent are hipsters, guy rope trying to get laid, and mass who want to completely discerp the past and either can't or won't go habitation. So what is it ? Come on, tell me your story."

Helena clutched herself, seething with anger."You don't get to ask me that."

They stared at each other for several import, the sun on their shoulders.

"Very well."

They continued walking, but after twenty tone, they stopped. A espouse couple was walking down the Lapp path with a gold scrabble on a collar, panting with hairsbreadth over his eyes.

Xavier approached them, speaking in Italian."Excuse me, may I pet your dog ?"

They smiled and nodded, and capital of Montana watched in amazement as he got down on one knee joint and began rubbing the pooch's fluffy torso with a grin. The dog wagged his tail and chewed on his hands, with Xavier… laughing. She had only seen him like this three times : when they were in the pool together, when he was flirting with her… and in that pic album. He was actually finding joy in something other than torture. She didn't know why, but it made her smile, the conclusion smile needed for her to lose the bet.

Xavier thanked the couple returned to Helena. Once they left, she turned to him."I'm surprised to see you like that. I never thought that you of all people would be a dog lover."

"Hey, even I'm not THAT evil. Of course of instruction I love dogs."This only heightened her mental confusion and amazement."well I am half-human after all. There is a trace of estimable in me."

"But when you bring about the End of Days, won't that cause a lot of dog to die ?"

"I don't want to destroy the world, I simply want to decree it. World domination, just hearing it form of makes your heart skip a beat."

"Why do you want to predominate the reality ?"

"Because I'm bored. I've seen the world and I want to finally settle down on a throne with the terra firma in the medallion of my hand. I have the ability to conquer, and besides, wouldn't a new world order be interesting ? Don't you think mankind needs a new shift ?"

"Not like that !"

"wellspring what do you want ?"

She stepped back."Huh ?"

"What did you imagine I meant when I asked you to be my poove ? We'd take over the world together. If there is something you want or a variety you've always wanted to make, go ahead. Want to break out Ireland from the UK ? You could do that in an afternoon. You want to end cosmos hunger ? There will be nothing stopping you."

She grasped his hand and stopped him, a surprising act for her. He looked into her center, beautifully blue and trembling in uncertainty."You have good in you, so why can't you just be estimable ? You haven't done anything cruel or evil today. You even healed Father Hauser and saved my aliveness. I'm leave to admit that even before today, you've been sort and charming, so delight, tell me, why can't you treat others the way you treat me ?"

Saint Francis Xavier chuckled."Now this is curious. Are you trying to economize me ? Trying to redeem me and turn me on to the way of good ? Have you completely forgotten all the horrible things I've done to you and your supporter ?"

She pulled away and turned around, flushed with overplus.

He stood behind her and grasped her weaponry. He whispered in her ear, relishing the way it made her tingle."The entirely understanding why you would ask is because you either forgive me for everything I've done or you want to forgive me. You want to block that I've suffering you, that I've hurt the people around you, because you have feelings for me but you need a way to justify them. If you can exchange me, then you can forgive me, and if you can forgive me, you won't have to snub your feelings out of guilt trip. Why is it so heavily to for you to hear to your kernel ? To your body ? You want to be my fairy. You want to rule the world at my English. You want to share my bed and palpate our trunk become joined throughout the night."

She pulled herself free from his clasp, her eyes wet with wild rip."Take me menage. I don't fear if I have to get back on that red deathtrap, read me home right now."



The sun was setting as they rode back to the university. Helena was exhausted from the day, both physically and emotionally. She hated Xavier, but as he drove, she leaned against his rear, wanting to simply come down asleep. She was strangely comfortable, feeling his coat to her brass. She didn't expect him to return to the scooter, but she honestly didn't care. During the ride, she was able to becalm down and let her anger settle. Arriving at the schoolhouse, he walked her back to her dorm.

"If people see you with me, they may get the wrong idea."

"Relax, I'm cloaking us so that we're invisible."

They went inside and he followed her up to her residence hall room. They stopped at the door and she turned to him."You aren't coming inside."

"I know. I just wanted to say goodnight."

She placed her hand on the doorknob, but stopped."Thank you… for everything today. You saved both founding father Hauser and me. So give thanks you."

"fountainhead if you really want to thank me, do you know how many times you smiled today ?"

Helena clutched herself and cast her regard to the reason, unable to attend at him. She had made a wad that she would kiss him if he got her to smile ten times, and she had. She had to survey through. But… it was her first buss, and with HIM. But a deal was a deal. She looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't see her brat and humiliation. She closed her eyes and pursed her lip, waiting to feel his. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

She opened her heart, utterly lost."I thought I had to kiss you on the lips."

"Don't get me incorrect, your first osculation will be with me. But like your virginity, I'll claim it when you happily commit it to me."He then cupped her impertinence, wiping away her tears. When did she start crying ?"Body, mind, and soulfulness ; you will be mine and you will give yourself to me, and in turn, I will give you a future tense of happiness."

He gave her another kiss, this meter on the cheek. He walked away, leaving Helena standing alone in the hallway. As soon as he was gone, she fell to her knees, her body devoid of strength.



‘ Oh God, what the pit is he going to do to me ?'

A month ago, had capital of Montana woken up the way had she was now, she might scream, thrash, and likely have a scare onrush. Now, she was just niggling pall but mostly annoyed. She was kneeling on the floor, tied up with binds stretching from her leash and securing her wrists and ankles behind her. She was wearing cipher except a strip of cloth over her optic and some kind of gag. Instead of a testicle, it used a metal annulus that held her mouth unfastened.

She was certain she was still in her dorm room from the feel of the carpeting, and while she instinctively wanted to scream, she knew that of grade, Xavier was using his powers to soundproof the room. Hell, she couldn't even wake up Sophie if she wanted to. She didn't know which was worse : the binds, her nudity, the masquerade, or the gag. With the binds, she couldn't move or scrap back ; with her nudeness, she felt nothing protecting her from Xavier's optic ; with the mask, she couldn't Tell where he was or what he was doing ; with the gag, she couldn't stop herself from drooling with her lingua hanging out and there was no telling what he would put in her mouth. Plus the posture wasn't very comfortable.

A frisson ran through her as he lifted her mentum, feeling his breath on her brass."My, my, your heart is so calm. Your pulse rate is racing, but it's not nearly as erratic as it would have been a while ago. You aren't excited out of veneration, but out of arousal."

capital of Montana angrily groaned, unable to mould any sort of words. Without her gag, she would have got let loose a stream of swears that would have even made the Devil blush.

"Relax, I'm not going to do anything terrible to you. Remember that conversation we had at luncheon ? You really should be eating more."

He inserted his fingerbreadth into her mouth, playing with her tongue. She tried to pull out away, both with her consistency and the wet tendril. With his early bridge player, Xavier held the III to her collar, keeping her from leaning back. By holding his grim jaw, he was able to hold back her from shaking her mind. Against her superbia, she gave in and let her body go limp. Her hatred for Saint Francis Xavier had reached new superlative, the feeling of his fingers in her mouthpiece made her deficiency to throw up. At to the lowest degree he had done a thorough job in washing his deal. She didn't taste any oils or fret, and from the feel of it, he had manicured his nails.

He soon pulled his fingers from her mouth."I've noticed that the school places a impenetrable workload of really complex poppycock on us scholarly person. I'm surprised you kidskin aren't pulling your hair out over your preparation. If you want to keep open up, you need to give your trunk what it requires. Your brain motivation glucose in order to function."

He reinserted fingerbreadth, but now there was something sticky on them. It tasted really angelic. Was it… honey ? Her spit moved against her will and lapped it away, while he stirred his fingers and smeared the thick dew around her mouthpiece. It was strange to taste utter honey without anything to engross the flavor. It was so concentrated and delicious. Once she finished licking his fingers clean, he lathered them in to a greater extent honey. This time, she didn't bother trying to baulk him. She simply allowed him to play with her tongue while she basked in the sweet taste.

"I've also noticed that you're under a lot of emphasis. I think that you should work out a little harder to protect your humour. Did you know that coffee remedy economic crisis ?"

As per his language, when he put his fingerbreadth in her mouth, she could taste umber, like he had just dipped them in some hot fudge. Helena absolutely loved umber, and as it swirled in her lip, she felt her hate of the spot ebbing. It continued on like that for some unknown length of time, with Xavier painting his fingers with different intellectual nourishment and letting Helena slurp it up. She tasted all kinds of chocolate, jams and jellies of unlike berries, whipped pick and frosting, and even groundnut butter. As if reading her idea, he would swarm dissimilar beverages down her throat whenever she got thirsty, to help her wash drawing down the dessert. She eventually got used to the place, deciding she might as well try to attend on the bright side and get some use out of it. Before tenacious, her chin, thorax, and belly were sticky from the drool running from her mouth.

At last, Xavier picked her up and laid her on her bed. She struggled a piffling bit, hating the feeling of her naked organic structure touching his. Lying on her back with her peg ranch against her will, she wondered what he was going to do with her now. The answer came with the sensory faculty of something cold on her lip, being moved back and forth. It was melting, the cliff falling into her mouth. She tasted… blueberry ? It was a downcast popsicle. A lot of the thing Saint Francis Xavier had fed her were nutrient that she had never tasted before, and this was something to add to that list. He slid it up and down in her mouth, letting her bask in the yummy tone. He would sometimes push it in poke the dorsum of her throat, but normally just wave it around the inside of her cheeks.

Chuckling, he pulled away, leaving Helena to enquire what was going on. A few seconds passed by in which she began to get scared. Bound, gagged, and blindfolded ; she felt more vulnerable than ever in her life, and there was no telling what he was doing into the background. She then yelped as she felt him press the Popsicle down on her left ring of color, as if he was putting out a cigarette. It felt so frigidity and stung the sensitive nerve endings in her mammilla. He dragged it across her pectus, making her shiver before pressing it down on her right areola. He moved back and forth, teasing her with the frozen desert until her mammilla stood like pencil erasers. unable to see what was going on, the touch of the common cold kickshaw felt a one thousand times more intense than it would before. Her mind was heightening the hotshot, being used against her. So this was why he had blindfolded her…

He put it back in her mouth, letting her suck away the melt drops. After again having her deep-throat it, he pulled it out and dragged it down her chest, continuing on to leave a blue line down her belly. She writhed and struggled, knowing what he was going to do. Using his powers to save her pinned, he at last brushed the lollipop against her vagina, making her whole consistence tense up. To feel such cold temperatures at that spot made her want to cry out. The sensations she felt weren't exactly dreadful, but they were strange.

He continued moving it back and Forth against her labia, teasing her and sometimes prodding her clitoris. Then, he began to insert it. Helena screamed through the metallic element ring, ineffectual to shape the Son to beg him not to drive her virginity like this. He stopped after only spreading her lips, simply wanting to unwrap her Department of the Interior to the cold. She could palpate the popsicle thaw, ineffective to withstand the heat of her kitty. Its cold, sticky dripping were running down and dripped from her kitty as well as her unwanted arousal.

Xavier removed the treat and she could get a line him slurping up the taste of her femininity from it, mix in in with the artificial blueberry tasting. He continued toying with her in this manner, dragging it across her consistency and then taking turns with her to taste it. During her play, she would have her deep-throat it as a substitute phallus, while he would agitate his digit around in her honeypot. Once it was nothing more than a cold stick, she knew something new was going to happen.

"Now, it's time for MY treat."

Instead of putting anything in her mouth, he drizzled something across her thorax, and from the smell of it, Helena could tell it was chocolate syrup. He certainly wasn't stingy around her white meat and twat. She lay there, dressed in a embarrassing Black person web. Oh God, was he going to… ?

Saint Francis Xavier leaned down and lapped up the chocolate syrup on her stomach, making her chill from the trace of his clapper. He continued to licking her, savoring the predilection of her body more than the chocolate. She tried to contain her disgust, the notion of his molestation. In a way it was high-risk than when he had his fingers in her mouth.

"My, my, your tegument is just so subdued and delicious."

He came up to her chest and she writhed as he felt him paint her bosom with his tongue. She could not deny the pleasure she was feeling. The way he was playing with her areolas, massaging them with his knife, it felt even skillful than when she played with them herself. Then, when he closed his backtalk around her rightfulness teat, an unplanned groan slipped out. Knowing he had struck a spunk, Xavier continued sucking on her breasts, pulling the whines of euphoria out of her. Soon enough though, he got bored and decided to continue on his way. He moved down, kissing her naked dead body as he did so. She knew where he was going, and if he continued the way he was, she didn't recognise how long she would be able to continue what little lordliness she had left.

Soon enough, he arrived at her pussy. He immediately went to play, licking up every belittled dip of cocoa sirup. Then, once she was mostly clean, he flitted his tongue between the lips, making her chill. The feel of his unholy mouthpiece tasting her innocence made her ill. Smiling to himself, he began to kiss it, her brim against his, while he worked his tongue inside her. His mouth roamed her womanhood, switching back and Forth between her vertical clit, to the entrance, to her profundity. She was certain that his lingua was longer than it should let been. She could feel it slithering through her thick recesses like some unhallowed snake.

Everything she was feeling went beyond any other sensation in her life. This made masturbation spirit like scratching a bug bite. It felt… it felt… so GOOD ! She never wanted it to end ! She prayed to God, begging him not to arrest Xavier, but to forgive her for how much she was enjoying getting eaten out like this. It took only a few min for her to cum, easily causing her the heavy climax of her life. Even after she reached her climax, he didn't stop.

She didn't know how long it went on like that, how long he continued to ferment his tongue and mouth against her gate of paradise. It felt like minute, and she had no doubt that it was conclude to that. She had no estimation how many orgasms she had, but each one was better than the last. Saint Francis Xavier just kept going, never tiring. He simply salute in her arousal like vino out of a looking glass. Every time she came, she felt her judgement growing weakly, her remembering fading. After a while, it was a struggle for her to recall who she was.

Finally, Xavier sat up and cricked his neck."Ah, scrumptious. wellspring, I think it's time I let you get some rest period. I'm going to go put my clapper on ice."

He snapped his fingerbreadth and her simpleness disappeared, along with her gag and blindfold. She was too tired to do anything, even give her eyes. Xavier leaned forward and kissed her on the os frontale."Soon, you shall give yourself to me, and I won't need to tie you up to feast on you. I can't postponement for that day to arrive."





Chapter 10



"Oh God ! Please ! No to a greater extent !"

sis Olivia was sobbing on the floor, having woken up in the church for another nighttime of overrefinement. She still believed this to just be a recurring nightmare. Saint Francis Xavier strode towards her, a athirst gleam to his eye. He gave her a tough flush, knocking her onto her back and then setting his base on her throat.

"That's right, keep begging. Beg for mercy."

She tried to push him off her, struggling to breathe."Please, I just want this to block off ! I don't want to hurt anymore !"

"The suffering will never stop, not as long as I can laugh at your belly laugh and drub up your tears. Now, let's see how farsighted it will strike for you to beg for death."

He took a few steps back and snapped his fingers. Her nightgown and underwear was burned off her trunk, and from the cap and walls, hooked threads lunged for her like the spit of frogs. The hooks all dug into her skin like surgical seam, each one an in apart, making her cry out in full-body agony. The ones going through her nipple and labia hurt the most. Heightening the loudness of her shrieking, the threads all became taut, and as one, lifted her into the air. She hung above the pew, stock streaming from her wounds. Every dip caught the light of the surrounding candles like a evaporate ruby, while the web of threads almost looked like the wings of a mad angel. Her heart were rolled back into her head, her mind struggling to keep on its saneness. Saint Francis Xavier stood under her, opening his mouth and catching the drops of her blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes.

Reaching into his coat pouch, he pulled out two metallic element dildos, connected by a telegram. He inserted them into her ass and pussy, and by holding the wire, channeled a violent electric car flow into the sex toys. baby Olivia screamed and thrashed as a near flesh-melting charge was driven into her rectum and her cervix. The jar to her genitals invoked something that could not be called an orgasm, but made her gift a similar cry, regardless of how agonizing it was. Electrocution was one of Xavier's favorite methods of anguish, especially to the erogenous zones.

The billing dropped and jumped like a wink, pulsing through her muscular tissue and making her jerk. Every sentence she moved, she inadvertently pulled against the hooks in her cutis, widening the combat injury. It didn't take long for her to rip exempt of one, and like an opening zip, it caused a domino effect in which her weight overpowered the hooks'hold on her. In a vast splatter of lineage, over a hundred deep cuts were opened across her consistence from the hooks ripping free. She fell to the story with the full strawman of her consistency as a shredded muckle. Only her face remained recognizable.

Xavier snapped his fingerbreadth and her torso was fully healed, leaving her in thoroughgoing jounce from the indescribable pain she had just suffered."Don't tell me you're tired already ? You know we still have hour left before you need to wake up."



The next night, Sister Olivia was on all fours, crawling with Bible from the pews stacked on her dorsum. She was wearing knight blinker with a gag in her mouth, and exercising weight were hanging from her pierced nipple and pussy sassing. She was sobbing as the metal spheres pulled on her, struggling to assert her balance. Every"step"she took was agony, but she couldn't let her symmetry falter. She reached out with her deal, but went out too far. The swinging of the weights on her nipples made her wince, causing one of the Good Book to flow off.

‘ Oh no ! Oh God, no !'

It hit the soil, and with it, the end of Xavier's Bos taurus prod was pressed to her rear end. She collapsed as the shock ravaged her, screaming in torture. He ground it deep into her soft flesh like he was putting out a butt, laughing as he did so."Bad girl, you let them fall. Your bearing is a disgrace."

He gave a twirl of his finger and she was pulled back up onto all fours and the Scripture returned to her dorsum."Now, again."

Trying not to shake her body, she gave a tearful nod and continued crawling. A new sunburn combat injury was forming on her ass, one of countless others from the time of day spent in this ugly exercise.



The Nox after, Sister Olivia was hovering in the church, her arm outstretched and unmoving. She was rotating as if in a gyroscope, while above her, a century candles burned. A ball of liquid state wax fell from one of the candela and splattered on her hip, making her whimper. It felt like a drop of burning gasoline. Another one fell, this one hitting her fount. For every one that made its Deutschmark, piles missed her by simple cm and fell down to the base.

Xavier was below her, watching with a smile."Tell me, which is worse ? The pain in the ass ?"A red blot splattered on her areola, just barely missing her teat. She cried and tried to pull at her invisible shackle, feeling the wax searing the attender hide."Or the anticipation ? At any moment, one drop could fall and land right in your eye."

She continued to turn over, and above her, the top of one of the cd gave way like a mudslide, and a tablespoon of melt down wax splashed across her ass.

"That's how your scholar felt, wondering when you would snap and require out your irrational passion on them. You see, that's the dispute between us. Your sadism goes hand in hand with your temper and thin skin. Speaking of fragile skin…"Olivia whimpered as several drops hit her expression, peppering her like lentigo. One had hit her eyelid and she was blinking to try and cool it."Oh, yeah, the face hurts the most. The cutis is really thin and filled with boldness finish. It's why expression tattoos are so rare, even amongst the most pay ink enthusiasts."

She screamed as drop hit her left labia lip, hurting her even more than the 1 across her face.

"While me, I'm always in control. multitude aren't my victims ; they are my toy. But you…"He swirled his fingers, causing all of the candles to overturn. A sheet of unthaw wax poured on her, scalding the strawman of her torso. Her tit and pussy felt like they were being burned off and her button felt like it was being jabbed with a car lighter."You're my punching bag."



Blood was pouring onto the floor, with Olivia wondering how very much she would have to lose before she died. She was hanging from the ceiling with hamper around her carpus. Xavier was using his powers to restore her blood reservation, keeping her alive and conscious. Dangling from his fingertips were wires, formed from his own body. He swung one manus and whiplashed her with the wires, controlling their movements and increasing their system of weights. She cried out as five cuts opened across her chest, as if he had just slashed her with box cutlery.

"A strange feeling, isn't it ? The feel of a blade cutting your flesh ? It stings, like when you drag your fingernail across a sunburn."He slashed her again, this clip across the thigh. Her legs were completely painted with blood."Can you feel the weight of your tegument pulling at the cuts ? Spreading them apart ?"

He delivered several trench slash on her wrists, severing every nervure. grinning, he used his powers to not only restore her line of descent as it was lost, but produce Sir Thomas More and raise her ancestry pressure. The deep red fluid was spraying from her wrist, drenching her in a shower bath. She tried to see through it all, feeling it turning her hair into sticky rope. She could feel the atmospheric pressure in her vein, in her Einstein. Her heart didn't know what to do with all the origin, whether to slow down or speed up.

"Then there is the following layer of pain in the neck. It comes from your own body, the con of the salt in your stemma and sweat. Ironic, isn't it ?"

Letting himself go drenched, Saint Francis Xavier leaned in and began slurping up the blood off her tits like it was melted ice cream, indulging his diabolic thirst. He then crouched down, letting the blood run down his throat as he licked her snatch."Ah, delicious. The appreciation of a virgin woman."

In his hand appeared a wineglass, which his used to collect the profligate pouring from her wounds. He took a few footmark away, drinking from the spyglass gluttonously and then pouring it on his face."To people like you, blood is obscene. That salty, iron penchant. But to people like me… well, I don't think"hoi polloi"is the right word… blood is pleasant-tasting. It's Sweet as sugar, like tea almost."

Turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Christ at the book binding of the church building and struck it in the face. Once he had had his fill, he stood back up and swung both of his branch. Obeying his will, the wires wrapped around baby Olivia's body in the tortoiseshell formation.

"Watch out, folk music ! Rows 1 through 4 are a splash geographical zone !"

He pulled on the wires in a sudden, tearing jerk. The binds sheered through her skin and the walls of the church service became splattered with gore.



Sister Olivia wandered back and Forth River in her bedchamber, muttering prayers to herself to try and rest awake. It was three in the morning but she refused to let herself diminish asleep. If she didn't eternal rest, she couldn't dream, and if she couldn't dream, that man couldn't get her. She didn't care how yearn she had to stay awake ; she couldn't handle another night of torture. She rubbed her middle, trying to allay the stinging sobriety. She pulled her hands away and found herself no longer in her elbow room. She had been transported into the church. She immediately screamed and fell to her knees, beating herself to try and wake up from this"dream ”.

Saint Francis Xavier stood over, chuckling in amusement at her fear."Oh, don't tell me you still think this is a dream."Her sobbing stopped and she looked up at him with astray center."That's right, you heard me. All this time, you thought that it was your conscience torturing you, projecting my icon as the one who defied you and punished you in ways that you never thought potential. But I am real, this is all happening. It's time for you to teach who your sea captain is."

Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to her neck opening, making her sidesplitter as she was branded. He pulled away, leaving her flesh smoldering. She covered the wounding with her hand and gasped as she felt the three hexad."No… it can't be… the mark of the Beast… Then that means you are…"

"The one and only. The bible says that in Armageddon, I will be defeated and Redeemer shall make for about a thousand days of peace, but is that truthful ? I stand unopposed, with no God above me, no nemesis before me, and all of mankind below me. It is time for humanity to learn its place. It is time for a new globe order. Soon, you and every other man will bow before me and the ground will turn mine."He then reached into his gasp and pulled out his cock."But until then, I think I'll settle with raping you until you bleed."



Helena sat in male parent Hauser's hospital room, clutching his manus and listening to the sound of his substance monitor. She visited him every day, every time she had the chance. She needed him to come alive up, but a part of her hoped he wouldn't, because then it would have in mind Xavier had done something kind and had kept his word. But why did she feel that way ? What was it that was twisting her emotions this way ?

She opened her oral fissure, feeling the pauperization to say something, but unsure of what."Everyone misses you at the school. Especially me."The comatose priest did not respond. A bit passed by. She did not know why she said it, but she uttered the words."Xavier is the Antichrist and he's holding me captive."

For once, her choker didn't act up and her throat didn't close. It seemed that since she was confessing to someone who couldn't actually hear her, it didn't count as revealing his arcanum. Either way, she shuddered in relief, as if a neck opening massager was pressed right to a mi in her back. tidings failed to key how in force it felt to at conclusion say what the job was, even if Padre Hauser couldn't help her.

"He's a ugly, deceitful man. He says he wants to hold over the world and reach me his queen."She let out a sulfurous laugh, feeling the fermented tension melting from her someone."He thinks that he can win me over. Again and again, I've watched him ravish my roommate while I was paralyzed in my bed. Once or twice, he even molested me. He would do this matter with his fingers and… ugh, you don't want to hear about that."

From there, it all erupted into a slurry of words, as everything Helena had bottled up came flooding out. Strange, though, that she was smiling while she spoke, even when she described some of the most terrible moments of her place. There were clip when she began to cry while telling the story, but still, she smiled and even laughed.

"Please, founder, I need your advice. I hate him. I hate him so a good deal that I can't even describe it. So why ? Why is that the longer he's around, the leisurely it is from him to make me smile and laugh ? I'll think back to all the metre he raped Sophie and I'll recollect the sound of her belly laugh of pain, I'll remember all those humiliating trial he put me through, but then in my mind, I'll see him with that dog in the park. I'll remember when he protected me from sis Olivia and helped me with those muggers. I imagine myself back in the pool.

He keeps saying that he'll win my nub, but I don't want him to. I don't want to descend in love with him. I just want to hate him and finger nil but that. Every day, my will counteract and it becomes harder and harder for me to fight back back against him. If I at to the lowest degree have it off what I was supposed to do, it would be dissimilar. I'm all alone and I have no clue how to vanquish him. Please, assure me how I can put a full stop to this. How I can make everything go back to the way it was before ?"At endure the room was silent, and after some deep breaths, she smiled, gave a sad suspiration, and stood up."I didn't think so, but thank you… for listening."

tactile sensation like her soulfulness was a fraction of its former weight unit, she left the hospital and began the walk back to her shoal. It was a beautiful day, and for that brief respite, it felt like nothing could go wrongly and everything was as it should be. Then, of course…

"Oof !"

Helena was knocked to the ground as she turned a recess and bumped into someone. Looking up, she muttered a very unchristian swear. Xavier was looking down at her, a quizzical formula on his human face."Huh. You may not trust me, but I actually had no plans to devil you today, so this is quite interesting."

He offered to help her up but she smacked his hand aside and got to her feet."Yeah, right. Why else would you bump into me like this ?"

"I actually had concern in townspeople and was making my way back to the schooltime. I'm guesswork you're doing the Same. Let's walk together."

"You're just going to keep abreast me if I go an alternate route, aren't you ?"

"Bingo."

Helena gave a loud groan and strode past him."You're not allowed to hold my hand or do anything like that."

Saint Francis Xavier chuckled."Yes dear."

For the first few min, the walking was silent. Helena almost forgot that Xavier was there. Soon enough though, it broke.

"You were visiting Father Hauser, weren't you ?"

Helen straightened her carriage and deepened her representative."Yes, I was."

"You said before that he was like an actual father to you, what did you mean ?"capital of Montana didn't respond, not wanting him anywhere near her memories or personal mystery."You know, I reversed his brainiac damage and I removed a really smutty neoplasm on his pancreas. You could at least talk to me."

‘ Goddammit, now he's guilt-tripping me.'

She took a deep breath, working up the courage to speak."When I came here, to rosewood tree University… I hated men. I absolutely despised them and thought I could never trust them. hell on earth, it wasn't even men, I was just afraid of everybody. I would attack anyone who came close to me. I was like a state of nature animate being, zip more than a savage creature in a schoolgirl outfit. Soon after I arrived, I found myself in the recess of the cafeteria. I had taken a knife from the kitchen and was swinging it at the teachers trying to draw near. I was high on adrenaline and holy terror, and thought that they would do something terrible to me if they got me."

She glanced up at Saint Francis Xavier and saw a funny look on his face. He was stoic… almost somber.

"Then Father Hauser came. He was smiling, but I didn't trust him. A lot of men smiled before doing something cruel. He reached out to me and I stabbed at his mitt. The brand went through his palm like the brand, but with little Sir Thomas More than a wince of painful sensation, he clutched my hand and said,"God will forgive you if you are pitiful, but don't do something that you can't forgive ”. I just fell apart and burst into tears and he held me with his hand still bleeding. From then on, he was like an actual father to me. He taught me to trust hoi polloi, how to not know in fear and wrath, and to accept the beloved of God. He's been my oldest friend, as well as my dearest."

She came to a stop, lost in thought, feeling like her emotions were going to stream out of her the likes of tears. She then turned as Xavier gently interlaced his digit with hers, raised her hand, and kissed the back of it. It took her a here and now to respond to the gentle activity, but she quickly pulled her hand away with her face flushed."W-what the inferno was that ? !"

He gave a small smile."I just felt like giving you some affection. Tell you what, if you'd like, we can split up here. You can walk back to the school alone."

She looked away from him, pouting."We're already so close to the campus, there is no stop. But don't spot me again."

"Sorry, just one more time…"

She closed her eye as his digit approached her face. Oh God, was he going to stupefy them in her sass like he had done the other dark ? No, he simply brushed back a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. At that moment, capital of Montana had never felt so small. She felt like a tiny razz cradled in his palm tree, but his hand… it felt so… gentle. After a duet seconds, he released her and continued walking, leaving her with her nerve racing.

She took a deep hint and then followed."By the way, what were you doing here in town ?"

He looked at her with an malefic grinning."Are you certain you want to have sex ?"

She shuddered."No, fray that."



An time of day earlier :

"Welcome to our new home."

Lily gazed in amazement at the small flat, unable to consider what was going on. Out of nowhere, Xavier had just told her that he had gotten a half-time job and was using his money to get an flat for them. Her mind had been spinning the totally prison term as he led her across Roma to this one bed/one bath.

"So we're really going to be living here ?"

He pulled her in closing and kissed her on the top of the head."Like husband and wife."

"Oh, this is what I've always dreamed of having ! But what about school ?"

"Well I'll need to keep attending so that I can graduate and get a best job for us. But you don't need to worry about going back. You didn't have friends and I doubt the teachers cared. No one there will pretermit you."

Her slender shoulder slunk and she clutched his arm, needing him with her. ‘ That's right, nonentity aid about me but Xavier. Without him, I'm all alone. I have to do whatever I can to keep our life sentence like this.'

"But as you know, life isn't funfair. There is a taking into custody to all of this. The job I have doesn't pay enough for us to stay here. It only covered the certificate sediment. For this to be our home, you need to make money as well."

"But… I'm too young. cipher will hire me."

"Well, I suppose you could always… use your body. You were able to exonerate my debt with that loan shark, so there's nothing stopping you from doing it again to bring in some income."

Lily's middle stopped. Do that… again ? That awful experience with that disgusting man ? And others ? !

Xavier looked at her and sighed."You're flop, I'm sorry, I can't ask you to do that. I guess we'll just have to delight this place while we have it. Maybe someday we have a rest home of our own, but not today."

"No ! No ! I'll do it ! I'll do whatever you need to do !"

He smiled and rubbed her head."near girl, I'm so majestic of you. I already know a few citizenry who will pay good money for you. I'll address them and separate them to issue forth over."



Sophie was standing in her way in her underwear, looking in the mirror over her chest. Helena had yet to hark back from dinner, so she had some meter to reflect. She ran her hand around her throat, trying to feel for the collar. Every day, Xavier would attack her somewhere in the schooltime, drag her to some recess or closet, and assault her. It could last either a few min or a few hr. Every clip he violated her, he would pull on her triad and her collar would look. He claimed he liked the grimace she made when she choked her with it. She knew that Saint Francis Xavier was no ordinary bicycle human, that he had powers like that of a demon. What in God's name was he ? With all the stress she was under, it was a miracle that her grades hadn't plummeted. She had taken to obsessive studying to hold open her cerebration occupied. How long was this going to in conclusion ? How long was he going to torment her like this ?

down feather the lobby, Helena was in the bathroom, brushing her tooth. Staring into the mirror at her reflection, her arm slowed. She reached up and touched her throat. She could feel the collar, always there. That bind, that link between her and Xavier… How could she divulge it ? How could she resign herself ? If she could keep her will strong and resist him, would he continue his word and leave her unharmed ? Or would his forbearance run out and eventually he pick out her violently as he had seen him do with Sophie so many times ?

But… what would happen if she did break in ? Was this all just a big mind game ? If she gave in to him, would he just jest at her feeling, say it was a joke, and enslave her even tough than he had already ? Or would he really create her his queen ? If he did take over the human race, where and what would she be ? Would she be some bit of meat in a dungeon, a slave for him to torment and abuse when he got bored ? Would she rule the universe at his side and share his throne… and his bed ? It used to be so promiscuous and simple before. When this started, she saw him as pure evilness, a heartless teras holding her captive, the content of her most intense hatred. Now things were so complicated. She had seen a incline of him that she didn't want to see, a man side that extinguished her hatred.

baby Olivia sat in her shower, trying to scrub up herself clean of the smut that caked her psyche. He would come for her as he had every Night. He would come and make her life hellhole. What would he do to her tonight ? Would he torture her like a captive of war ? Or would he spoil every hole in her physical structure until she was drenched in her roue and his seed ? She felt like she was losing her brain. She could barely eat, learn, or even think. And sleep ? She didn't want to catch some Z's ; she'd rather die than sleep. She wanted to distinguish somebody what was going on, but Xavier had forbidden her, and when she even thought of doing it, she could find that swear collar activate. Maybe it would be estimable for her to kill herself. God would understand, right ?



Summer had arrived, and with it came summer vacation. For two weeks, students from abroad could go home and drop time with their families. For those with no home to go back to, all the schoolwork was optional for extra credit, but the shoal did everything possible to keep the students officious. Idle hands are the daemon's shop. Sophie was standing in the gearing station with several other scholarly person, all embarkment string for different points across European Community. With her was Helena, saying goodbye.

"Are you sure I can't lecture you into coming domicile with me ? My parents would love to deliver you and my minuscule baby really wants to see you again."

Helena sighed with a sad grinning and shook her head."Thank you, but I can't. Trust me, I'd give my right arm for a genuine holiday, but I need to do a lot supererogatory credit work and get my grades up. But do give everyone my regards."

The call was given that the train to Paris was boarding, meaning it was prison term for Sophie to go. Giving her friend a tight hug, she picked up her bag and made her way onto the train. She slumped into her buttocks, sighing in bliss. Finally, she was away from this schoolhouse, away from him.



Marian jumped from the car and tackled her older sister, sending the two girls tumbling to the ground in the parking lot of the capital of France geartrain station. At XIV yr of age, Marian was the patter image of her quondam sister, with the same blond pilus and puritanical middle, though of course, she was shorter and her boob weren't as large. The two miss hugged each former while their parents laughed, glad that the unit family was back together.

Having returned home, Sophie's annoyance vanished and she was happier than she had been in month. The drive to the countryside was beautiful, with Sophie and Marian chattering in French people in the backseat. Once home, they had a delicious dinner party and Sophie told her family about everything going on at Rosewood University, laughing as she talked about Helena and her fight with Sister Olivia. That Nox, she collapsed on her bed, smiling and exhausted. It felt so good to be in her own menage, her own room, her own bed, and to be able to kip without a roommate nearby. At death, she could relax.

TAP TAP

The sound made her body tense up and her heart struggle to beat. Trembling from foreland to toe, she sat up and looked around. She saw him, Xavier, hovering outside her window, with his eyes glowing red and his needlelike teeth glimmer.

Tears began to run from her eyes as she worked to pull in a one breath of air."No ! No ! No, delight ! This can't be happening ! Not here !"

Without moving his organic structure, Xavier floated forward. The bedroom window and the wall around it dissolved from his touch, the border glowing with lit embers as he burned his way through.

He entered her bedroom, a deep laugh echoing from his pharynx."Did you really think you could run away from me ? Did you really think you could run away ? That there was any place in this domain that I wouldn't follow ? No, you are mine. You are my slave, my toy, my prop. I will excruciate you until the day I grow bored and then I will eat you like a steak dinner party. Your life belongs to me. Now get up and undress."

Trying to take hold in her bust, Sophie got to her feet and pulled off her nightgown, then did the same with her bra and panties. She got on all fours on the bed, her ass pointed to Xavier. She was used to this routine.

"Ok, I'm ready."

"Oh, not yet. I didn't come here so that I could have my way with just you."

His give-and-take pierced her chest like bullets of ice.

"No… no, you can't mean…"

Laughing, Xavier strode to her door. Screaming in fear, Sophie tried to stop him, but he snapped his digit and activated her collar. She fell to her knees, the diabolical simplicity draining her strength and weighing down on her.

"Please, I'm begging you ! Not my sis ! Not Marian ! I'll do whatever you want ! Just please don't hurt her !"

"Oh, don't worry, at least now you won't have to go through this alone."

He left her bedchamber and made his way down the dark Hall. He was using his great power to put Sophie's parents in a thick coma, and without any neighbor nearby, no service would number. He arrived at Marian's elbow room and opened the door.

Having yet to fall asleep, she rolled over to see who it was."Huh ? Sophie ?"

Her eyes fell on Xavier and her line ran cold with scourge. She sat up and scrambled against the wall, knowing that this man was iniquity."Who are you ? ! What do you desire ? !"

"I'm your new professional. As for what I want, I want you."

He moved across the elbow room, engulfed in a fog-like phantasm. Marian screamed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm and used his other helping hand to rip off her nightgown and underclothes. She writhed in his grip, completely naked and with bust running down her face.

"My, my, what a beautiful eubstance you have. I'm going to enjoy sampling it."

He then loosened his grip and allowed her to slip free. She rushed into the hall and began banging on her parents'door, but nothing she could do would ever wake them. She then ran to Sophie's room and saw her on the flooring, naked like herself and with the collar glowing.

"Run, Marian !"

More terrified than ever in her life, she sprinted downstairs and away, not even bothering to put her shoes on. Xavier stepped out the front door and watched her run, the moonlight shining on her sick cutis. Gasping for air and struggling to fight the weight of the apprehension, Sophie collapsed beside him, having dragged herself from her room.

"vigil this."Xavier held up his hand, and out in the plain surrounding Sophie's home, Marian tripped as if caught in a lying in wait. She screamed, feeling an invisible force dragging her backrest towards the theatre."Now, go out there and wreak her to me."

Sophie looked at him, mortified by this bidding."No ! I won't let you wound her !"

"You know neither of you can head for the hills. As you can see, I don't even require you to take her back. But if you don't, I will penalise the two of you. Everything you've suffered until now will be nothing. I will pass the full night torture you, taking turn so that both sisters can watch the other one be pushed to the brink of madness and death. I will make you endure more painful sensation than you ever thought possible, and within second, you will beg me to brutalise her instead and let you stay. And then, I will kill you and your intact family."

He then released Marian, letting her get back on her ft and continue running, as well as took the system of weights of Sophie's collar and hand her back her strong point."You can either chase her down and drag her back so that I can rape you both, or you can stand aside and seal your fortune. Your choice."

Crying, Sophie slowly stood up and staggered off the porch. She began to run, feeling the dark air kissing her bare eubstance and trying to ignore the pain in her feet from the uneven flat coat. She could see Marian, sprinting for love aliveness through the flying field. She wanted to run away with her with every fiber of her being, to break loose from that house and Saint Francis Xavier, but she knew that she could not escape, neither of them could. Xavier would have his way with them, and all she could do was try to redeem Marian from the worst, even if it meant carrying her to him.

With her longer legs and desperation giving her speed, she at last tackled her younger sister, knocking the two of them to the ground. Their naked organic structure entangled, Marian struggled to get out from under Sophie."Sophie, what are you doing ? !"

"I'm sorry, but we have to go back."

"No ! He's evil ! He'll hurt us !"

"I know, but he'll do worsened if we don't obey ! I'm sorry ! I'm so grim ! We have to do what he says !"

She got to her fundament, pulling Marian with her. Her youthful Sister struggled with everything she had, slapping and kicking Sophie, but she would not discharge her. She began dragging her back to the house, knowing exactly what Saint Francis Xavier was going to do. How had her liveliness become so horrible ? Here she was, betraying her sister, the person she loved more than anyone else in the existence. Now she was forcefully dragging her to this freak so that he could violate them. The whole prison term, Marian struggled against her, even when she picked her up and carried her on her shoulder. By the meter they had returned to Xavier, she had calmed down, petrified with fear and helplessness. The two sisters stood before him, able to see his maniac grin even in the dark.

"Well aren't you a cute lilliputian matter ? This is going to be a fun night."He turned to Sophie."You two got dirty out there. Take her to the bathroom and strip yourselves up."He then reached between Marian's stage and felt her vagina. The young girl whimpered and clung to her sister."Also, shave her. I like my girls to be smooth."

Still crying, Sophie nodded and led Marian upstairs, where they locked themselves in the bathroom. Marian broke down in tears, while Sophie, trying to keep up some form of her composure, got a break washcloth and began rubbing her down.

"Why ? Why are you doing this ? Why do we have to do this ?"

"He's forcing me to. Listen, I know what he's going to do, and I would normally die rather than let him rival you. If we don't do this, he'll do so a great deal worse. Please, just remember that I'm doing this so that we'll stoppage alert. I need you to be strong."

"Can't Mom and Dad help us ?"

"No, he won't let them. It's just you and me."



Once they had prepared themselves, they stepped out of the john and returned to Sophie's room. Xavier was there, looking out at the countryside through the hole he had burned in the rampart. He had already taken off his dress.

He turned to them and smiled."You both look terrified. Sophie, to help ease your lilliputian sister's concern, how about we show her what I'm going to do with her. Let her warm up to it. Start by giving me some love with your mouth."Reluctantly forsaking her sister's position, Sophie took a step forward, but Xavier stopped her."No, crawl like the bitch you are."

Accustomed to his harshness, she got down onto her hands and stifle and crawled over to Xavier. She was trembling in embarrassment, feeling her little sister's eyes on her naked body as she degraded herself for this monster.

"Good, now beg for it."

She spoke in a rustling, not wanting Marian to hear her."Please, Master, let me suck your cock."

"Sorry, I couldn't quite hear you. Speak up."

She looked up at him and took a quivering breath."Please, superior ! Let me suck your hammer !"

"good girl, go ahead."

As she had been forced to metre and time again, she began rolling his put up humanness around in her mouth, lathering it with her tongue and then sucking it clean of her saliva. Saint Francis Xavier put his hand on the top of her head, smirking as she labored to pleasure him. He looked at Marian, staring into her trepid center. Her whole body was trembling, feeling him size her up, anticipating when he would use her as his new toy.

He pointed to her."You, get on the bed."

She nervously obeyed, continuing to watch as her sister dirtied her mouthpiece with this man's penis. Xavier catch Sophie by the neck and threw her onto the bed. With her on her back, he forced her legs apart and made her cry out as he entered her. From there, a continuous whine escaped from Sophie's as he thrust into her like a motorcar. She didn't know what hurt more, the cruelty of his cock slamming the entryway to her womb or the gaze of her sister as she was raped. She was holding onto the bed tightly, wishing her breasts would stop bouncing with every thrust. Marian was staring at her, knowing that it had to be really painful by the sounds her Sister was making.

"It feels full, doesn't it ? We've done this so many times, you must be used to it by now. The horror has dulled and now there is only the pleasure of the act. semen on, cum, you know you want to."

As miserable as she was, Sophie could not deny his row. Her spunk had hardened to the maltreatment, and with the psychological hurting disappearing over time, she was left with saturated physical champion. She hated it, it made her want to die, she was in aguish beyond words, and yet… it still felt in effect. She turned to Marian, staring back at her, waiting for her older babe to do something brave, something to show that she was fighting back or resisting in some way. Maybe she could still lay aside her. But no, she was powerless, both against Xavier and her own body.

She could finger it, an orgasm welling. She would give anything for it not to take place, but it was boiling inside her. Sensing it, Xavier suddenly changed spot, going from standing perpendicular over her trunk, to lying down and embracing her in the missionary position. She knew exactly what he was doing, what he was trying to make her do, but she couldn't stop. With the Wave of pleasance building in intensity, she was forced to hold onto him, less like her rapist and more like her lover. At last, she screamed, feeling euphory flood her consistence in a sensual explosion.

Xavier stood up, leaving Sophie limp and panting. He turned to Marian."Look at her, look at the pathetic animal your babe has become. She's nothing but a patch of meat for me to wrap around my turncock. I've completely broken her, and I'll break of serve you the Lapplander way."

He looked down at Sophie and gave her a smack to wake her up."Get on top of your sister the Sami way I was on top of you. I want her to see the look on your face when fuck you in the ass."

Rubbing her cheek to ease the stinging from her smooch, she crawled to her Sister."M-Marian, I-I need you to lie down."

Her voice was so low that even Saint Francis Xavier struggled to pick up her. Trembling, Marian lied down on her dorsum and Sophie got on top of her. The two sisters were unable to look at each other and were shuddering from the tone of their naked physical structure pressed together. They truly loved each other, but even sibling love could not fully compete with the incestuous nuisance value of full nipple-on-nipple contact. Sophie lifted herself up a picayune, just enough so that at least their bear weren't touching, but that just reminded them out how their breasts were rubbing together.

Sophie winced as she felt Xavier stuff her ass.

"Girl, I am going to use your ass until the day you die."

Sophie looked down at Marian, pressing her forehead against her babe's."Please, remember that I love you."

"Sophie…"

The moment was broken when Sophie cried out in pain from Xavier forcing himself into her SOB. He had been wet with the juice from her pussy, but it was not enough to comfort the burning at the stake rubbing. Continuing to give her cry, he began thrusting into her at replete strength and speed. Marian clung to her, wishing there was some way to help her sister and facilitate the pain in the neck, but as her voice began to shift, she realized that she wasn't moaning in agony. Almost immediately,"oh no"and"no, delight"became"oh God !"and"oh yes !"with her oculus rolling back into her mind and her tongue hanging out. She had never seen this look on Sophie's face, her sister, who had planned to be a nun, now wearing the mask of pure depravity.

Xavier grabbed her wrists and pulled them back like reins, using that hold to slam her onto his prick."Say it, say how much you love it."

Sophie didn't respond, wanting to hold back one shred of self-respect. Xavier answered her quiet with a strong smack on her ass, making her completely lower body tremble.

"I love it ! I love getting my ass raped !"

He let go of her wrist and she collapsed on top of Marian. She wasn't bothering to sustain herself up, and with each slam Saint Francis Xavier made against her, she was pushed forward, leaving Marian to be smothered by her sister's knocker. It didn't take long for her to cum, at which peak he allowed himself to exhaust himself inside her. Sophie collapsed on her side and Saint Francis Xavier moved over to Marian, hovering his cock over her face.

"Go on, suck it. It's your turn."

"No ! Get away from me ! I won't do it !"

A twitch of wrath crossed his aspect, and like a striking snaked, he reached out and catch Sophie's right bosom, squeezing brutally hard. Sophie gave a bloodcurdling scream of agony and tried to perpetrate away, but Saint Francis Xavier's clutches on her was like iron. With crying in her eyes, Marian tried to unblock her sister but Xavier smacked her across the face.

"There is only one way to stop this. I suggest you make up your mind, because I may just rip her tit off and eat it in straw man of you."

Crying, Marian opened her mouth and let Xavier insert himself into her. The taste of her Sister's asshole was bitter, and the moment his stopcock touched her lingua, his cum started leaking down her throat and made her gag. Sophie watched helplessly as her sister was violated, Marian's mouth being used as a fleshlight after Xavier had fucked her asshole. Xavier soon increased his ruthlessness, forcing his cock all the way into her pharynx and holding it there. Marian struggled against him, choking on his manhood. She grabbed Sophie's arm, nonverbally begging her sister to help her.

"Stop it, you'll kill her !"

"Don't headache, I know when to stop."

He waited for a minute until finally pulling out, with Marian immediately vomiting onto the floor and desperately filling her lungs with air.

"Your sister did the same thing when I first enslaved her. Since I didn't cum, I won't make you lick it up. Now for the next part. prison term for me to pop that cherry red of yours."

At his actor's line, Sophie grabbed her sis and pulled her to the far corner of the bed, trying to shield her."Please, I'm begging you ! Let her go ! Let her keep back her innocence ! I'll do anything, whatever you want me to do, but please don't take her virginity ! Not like this !"

Xavier gave a thunder laugh."Well, well, what do you fuck ? Your making love for your little sister has touched my sum. I'll be soft and give you a selection. First, stretch under the bed and grab the first of all thing you feel."

Her hand shaking, Sophie reached under the bed and the roue drained from her nerve. She pulled out a double-ended dildo with a wearable harness.

"Here's your choice : either I can take her virginity or you can."

Her shoulders shaking, she began to cry while wringing the leather straps of the harness. Marian looked back and forth at Sophie and Saint Francis Xavier, unsure of which was worse.

"Ok… I'll do it."

Marian grasped her arm, terrified."Please ! Please don't do this to me !"

"shucks it, would you rather he do it ? !"

Marian shied away from her, flavor like she was all alone in this. She watched as Sophie inserted one end of the dildo in her pussy and secured herself in the harness.

Sophie stared at the strap-on, watched the way it bobbed when she moved. ‘ Oh God, this is so wrong…'

Xavier turned to Marian with a grin."Lie back, spread your leg, and get ready to feel your sister's love DEEP inside you."

Marian did as she was told and assumed the position, with Sophie leaning over her."I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for all of this. I never should consume come dwelling. Please, forgive me for this."

"Oh, clutch on. That dildo will have a knockout time entering her when she's dry. How about you put your mouthpiece to function and get her nice and wet ?"

She looked to Xavier, wanting to flash him a gaze of pure hatred, but her will was too go bad. She quietly whispered an excuse to her sister and moved down.

"No, wait… what are you doing ?"

"I'm so sorry."

Knowing she would be punished if she hesitated, she began licking her baby's pussy as if she had done it a G times before.

"Don't ! That place is muddied !"

She tried to labor Sophie back but she held on, working her lingua in Marian's kitty-cat. The ethical repulsion was almost too practically for her to handle. She wanted to die, the taste of her sister's pussy filling her back talk like poison. No one should ever do something so extraordinary. While she licked her baby out, Xavier put his putz back in her mouth. She gave in easier this meter, and tried to put in Sir Thomas More enthusiasm so that he wouldn't choke her with it again. All three of them could see the small close shave and whines coming from Marian as the feel of Sophie's tongue in her pussy became Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More acute. As horrible as the situation was, her body was reacting to it.

"Ok, that'll do. Sophie, fuck her."

Sitting up, Sophie wiped the pussy juice off her lip, needing a moment to regain her mental bearings. She then moved forward and leaned over, again whispering an apology to her sister."Marian, I need you to be strong. please bear with this."

She inserted the dildo into Marian's kitty, and immediately she began to worm and cry from the size of it. Saying she was sorry over and over again, Sophie slowly pushed it in another inch while cupping her sister's cheek to try and comfort her. She stopped at that point in time, not surely whether or not she had deflowered Marian yet, but not wanting to go any further.

She looked at Xavier."Please, please don't make me do this."

"How about I help you work up the boldness ?"

He climbed onto the bed and got behind her. Before she could ask what he was going to do, he inserted himself into her asshole. Sophie gagged, ineffectual to key the sensation of being double-teamed by Xavier and the dildo. She felt like she could barely breath, like there was a balloon of some sort expanding in her pelvis. Xavier pulled out just over halfway and then slammed himself back in, turning the three of them into a Newton's rocker and forcing Sophie trench into her sister.

Marian screamed at the top of her lungs as the blood of her hymen trickled out and stained the bed sheet."Oh, it hurts ! It hurts so much !"

Sophie embraced her, crying with her Sister."Marian, I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

Xavier laughed."Oh, don't worry, it'll feeling better soon."

He pulled out almost all the way and did the same with Sophie, revealing the bloody dildo. He then slammed back into Sophie, and by wing, slammed Sophie into her little sister. They continued on from there, following Xavier's pace as he not only fucked Sophie in the ass, but used her as a prosthesis to have a go at it Marian in the pussy. He was essentially wearing Sophie as a safe to fuck her sister. She tried to keep up with him, often feeling like she was pulling out of Marian by pushing herself against Saint Francis Xavier's cock and pulling herself off him by pushing into Marian. How did it all come to this, being forced to dishonour her sis while she herself was being sodomized ?

But then something happened, something that chilled Sophie's pedigree and made her want to project up. Marian's whimpers of painfulness and anguish were turning into moan of pleasure, and instead of crying, she had a drunken smile on her face.

"Oh yes, difficult ! cryptic !"

She even began slurring in French, begging her sis to work the dildo in her pussy.

"No ! Marian ! You don't know what you're saying !"

"Oh Sophie, look at how grown up she has become. To consider it would be so comfortable to turn her. It seems that your sweet and destitute slight Sister has been hiding something from you. Do you like it, Marian ? Do you like getting fucked ?"

"Yes ! I like getting fucked !"

Smirking, Xavier pulled his peter out of Sophie, then moved over to Marian and forced it into her oral fissure."Do a thoroughly job cleaning it and I'll fuck you as hard as you want."

She did as she was told, eager to feel a real cock in her spoil slit. She sucked on his humanness with more enthusiasm that her sister had ever shown with Sophie watching her with disappointment. ‘ Marian, what has he done to you ?'

He then shoved Sophie aside and took her position, forcing herself into Marian's pussycat. Grabbing her articulatio coxae, it took him only a secondly to go up to a rapid pounding, making her moan in happiness as he violated her small body. Sophie watched them, having lost the speciality to affect. Over and over again, Marian would beg him to be even pugnacious, to fuck her harder. She had spent her altogether life protecting her little sister, both her consistence and her naturalness, and in a one dark, Xavier had turned her into a hysteric slut.

"I love young girls, their voices are so pure when they scream. You can find the real crime of defiling them, turning their beautiful little eubstance into cum dumpsters. Say it, say what you are."

He didn't have to do anything to draw her to speak, she was already wrapped around his finger.

"I'm your cum dumpster !"

"goodness daughter, now let's show your sister that beautiful look on your face."

They changed places, getting into the doggy-style and both faced Marian. Reinserting himself into her, Saint Francis Xavier pulled back on her wrist like he had done with Sophie and increased the ferociousness of his thrusts, using his turncock as a weapon to cosset her almost masochistic euphoria. Her eubstance was not ready to be fucked this arduous, but her mind had broken under the pressure and she could not tell the difference between pleasance and pain. Sophie watched them, petrified and ashamed. The spirit on Marian's face, the way she grinned with her tongue hanging out and her eyes rolled back, it made her feel sick of. Was that the tone she had worn when Saint Francis Xavier was sodomizing her ?

Xavier snapped his fingers and unseeable work force grabbed Sophie, pulling away the strap-on and dragging her across the bed with her peg spread. Before Sophie could bar him, he grabbed the rachis of Marian's foreland and pushed her typeface into her Sister's snatch. Acting on inherent aptitude, she began licking like her animation depended on it, replicating was Sophie had done to her.

"No, Marian ! Don't ! That's sinful, that's¬—"

Marian looked up at her, their center locking while she used her tongue to drink in her onetime sister's essence. Sophie could see it, the loss of all sensory faculty of intellect. Did Marian even make out her ? Her baby babe was gone, having been replaced with this mindless whore.

The poking stopped as Xavier came, filling Marian with his seed."Now, let's see if you're as much of an anal whore as Sophie."

He again switched berth, this time lying on his cover with Marian on top of him, still facing Sophie with her metrical unit on his articulatio genus. Regaining his erection, he jammed himself into her virgin son of a bitch and began bucking his hips like a air hammer, increasing the volume of her groan of raptus. This was her initiatory time doing anal retentive, but to her it was heaven.

"Sophie, expression at her. Look at what your sis has become, what I turned her into. Aren't you glad you led me here ? Aren't you glad that you chased her down and dragged her to me, no matter how much she fought and screamed and begged you to aid her ? Aren't you glad you delivered her to me on a silver gray disk so that I could turn over her into my new striver ?"Sophie didn't respond, having no idea what she was supposed to say."Oh, look, my seed is dribbling out of her. Be a good striver and lick it up."

Her will broken, Sophie leaned forward and began drinking Xavier's cum out her little sister's deflowered puss, still able to taste the blood from her broken virginal membrane. He soon had another orgasm, shooting his burden deep into Marian's anus. He turned her over and spread her ass boldness, letting Sophie see the white goop slowly running out of her puckered asshole.

"And cream her clean here too."

Clutching herself, Sophie worked up the courageousness to speak."Why ? Why are you doing this to us ?"

His demeanor changing, Xavier threw Marian down onto the level. He lunging for Sophie and he grabbed her by the throat with a strangling adhesive friction. As she gasped for breath, his stern expression turned back into a sadistic grin. He took a second to lick the tears off her face and then answered her."Ask Helena."





Chapter 11



From the day Xavier got the apartment, Lily had been hard at piece of work on her back, on her knee, and on all quaternity, letting endless unknown have their way with her. She had been nervous at first, but after the first few men, she no longer cared. She would simply let them empty themselves into her, maybe suck them off, take a shower bath, and then get prepare for the next guy. Xavier would come back in the evening with food and gifts, claiming he had spent the day in use at piece of work. Everything he bought for her was with the money she had made, if he even bought it at all. She never connected the dots and the gifts kept her glad and docile. They would eat, have sex, and then he would get out to go back to the schooltime to"deflect intuition ”. Then more men would come and fuck her. She never had enough time to be bored or even leave the apartment. She was always in the bedroom, letting stranger brutalize her, always with mentation of Xavier in her mind.



Lily's organic structure was completely drained of strength, yet her arms continued to pump as she jacked off the two men. A one-third had his cock in her mouth, a quarter was fucking her cunt, and a fifth was sodomizing her. The apartment was filled with men, all eagerly awaiting their go with the young whore. She had been selling her eubstance since Xavier got the apartment, but she had never gone this long and with this many men. She had tried resisting at first, but no longer bothered asking for mercy or to be gentle. They merely laughed at her and some other man would force himself into a wound orifice.

Her only quietus came when she passed out, and she would wake up the Saami way she fell asleep, with some alien raping her. Her tummy was literally full of cum, the only thing she had"eaten"in however long had this had been going on. Quite often, some man would force her to deep-throat him and he would trigger her gag innate reflex, causing her to vomit out the slurry of semen and venter superman and further dirty the mucilaginous bed. Her pussy and anus were in same State Department, two waterfall of semen from the dozens of men that had ejaculated into her, and she was pretty sure they were both bleeding. Her jaw was killing her, her whole mouth sore beyond description.

At this point, her mind was just a fuzz. She didn't remember her public figure, her past, or anything outside of this room. She no longer eff that they were supposed to be paying her for this. She didn't love how long they had been using her. She only remembered seeing the sun descent, rise, and autumn again. Xavier had never come back in that time. Her whole body distress, and every clip a man thrust into her, it felt like she was being penetrated with go against glass. Regardless, she was too exhausted and her nous was too burned out for her to cry.

Some man would approach the semen-drenched bed, pull out her over, and on inherent aptitude, she would open her legs so that he could squeeze himself inside her and originate thrusting. When someone stuck his cock in her face, she would start sucking it with the skill of an capital of The Netherlands hooker. Sometimes it would be comfortable and she would only stimulate to manage with one or two men at a time. nigh of the time, though, they all ganged up on her and she would give birth to think about them in grouping like right now. When she became too disgusting, some man would toss her into the shower and hose her off like an beast, then drag her back to the sleeping accommodation and assault her.

How long had this been going on ? How long would it stay on ?



"Ugh, what a mess."

Xavier had entered the apartment, now empty, with Lily passed out on the bed. He stood over her, her small-scale torso caked with dry semen, making her look like a snake shedding its skin. Sighing in disgust, he snapped his fingerbreadth and she was bathed in flaming, cleansing her dead body while her internal injury were healed. The flaming vanished and he checked her pulsing. He was surprised to witness her still alive. He was sure enough they had raped her to destruction. He also healed her brain, erasing the normally irreversible genial trauma. With her trunk and idea rejuvenated, she slowly woke up.

"Xavier ? Is that you ?"

"Hey honey, looks like you've been busy."

"Yeah. I made a lot of money for us."

"Good girl. Now do what some love ?"

She gave a outwear nod and rolled onto her back, spreading her wooden leg. Xavier got unclad and got on top of her, fucking her with the Same disorderliness as the dozens of men who had stood in that flat before him.



vacation had come to an end, and for Helena, it wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared. Xavier had given her space, but when he did slither into her life, he was kind. He had talked her into going onto another two date with him, they sparred three more times, and the worst he did was sneak into her bed a few prison term and finger her. To think that she had become so habitual to being molested by the Antichrist ...

What had originally been a traumatizing horror was now a mere annoyance. Considering everything else he had done to her, she knew to just pick her battles, let him throw his way, and try not to stimulate an orgasm. For some reason, the fact that he was the Antichrist seemed to make her less mad than she would have normally been. Were he a pattern man doing this, she would stimulate exploded in rage and amaze him to death, but since he wasn't something that she would crusade back against, she almost felt no need to be angry. When he touched her, she reacted with the same level of suffering as if she had to walk in the pelting. It was just a part of her life and she should just be glad it wasn't worse.

Helena was now lying in bed, bored out of her creative thinker. She had done all the additional deferred payment work she could and studied until her question suffering. There was nothing left to do but wait for Sophie to come home. She had no idea what time she was coming back. If she knew when her train was coming in, she could ingest met her at the post. The clicking of a key in the door lock chamber made her sit up in excitation, glad her friend was back. The door opened and Helena lost her smiling, seeing the look on Sophie's face. She was practically shooting sticker from her oculus. Oh God, there was only one thing that could make her so enraged…

Sophie stepped into the elbow room and closed the door behind her. Not taking her eyes of Helena, she walked over and sat down on her bed. The two girls stared at each other, waiting for one of them to speak.

It was Sophie who broke the secrecy."Why has Xavier been raping me ?"

The way she spoke, it was more like an accusal than a question. Helena shuddered, knowing that this conversation was inevitable, but dreading it. She had hoped that it would never happen.

"Because of me."

"I know that already ! What the nooky did you do to make him do this to me ? !"

The sound of her champion swearing left Helena momentarily stunned."I was your roommate, that's what I did. Sophie, do you know what he is ?"She shook her head."He's the Antichrist. I don't know what he's doing here or what he's trying to action, but the day I met him… he said that he had developed a liking for me and wanted to make me his tabby when he took over the macrocosm. I refused, and ever since then, he's been tormenting me and playing thinker games with me to try and win me over."

Angry tears began to fall from Sophie's eye."So that's it ? He's been torturing me simply to get to you ? I've been a striver because you didn't want to be a fairy ? !"

Helena bolted to her pes, her oculus watery like Sophie's."Do you remember he hasn't tormented me as well ? ! Every time he raped you, he paralyzed and forced me to watch ! Over and over again, he's slipped into my bed and molested me ! He's made me humiliate and take down myself ! He gave you a collar, didn't he ? He put one on me first !"

Sophie stood up and two friends faced each other."Do you have any idea what he's put me through ? What he and my baby have put me through ? !"

Helena's ire had the wind knocked out of it."Wait, your sister ?"

Sophie too calmed down a little and looked away, but her vox was still wax of anger."That's right. This vacation was underworld itself."

capital of Montana grasped Sophie's hands."What happened ? Tell me."

Sophie sat down on her bed and Helena crouched down before her, clutching her handwriting and trying to console her friend.

"He followed me to my nursing home. I thought he just wanted to continue fucking me, but he also wanted my baby. He attacked her, she escaped, and… he forced me to chase after her down feather and drag her back so that he could ravish her. He raped me first so that she could watch… then he made me fatigue some big prophylactic thing and lease her virginity. I had to rape my minuscule sister so that he wouldn't. I thought watching Marian being fucked and sodomized was the most tragic matter possible… but it got worse."

"How ? What did he do ?"

"It's not what he did, it's what happened to Marian. She snapped, turned into a completely dissimilar individual. She became a ravenous harlot, always begging him to lie with her harder. She became addicted to his abuse. He would appear and melt, and when he was gone, she would ask me again and again when he would arrive back and let her suck his thing. For the start few days, he would take turning using us. He would crap me watch as Marian begged for him to cum in her ass. Marian would encounter with herself while she watched me get mounted from behind.

Then he got truly savage. He began giving Marian assignments. He turned her against me…"



Sophie was in bed, napping. She had been up half the premature night, suffering from a strand of forcefully-induced orgasms.

"Sœur, Sophie…"

She slowly stirred, hearing her sister calling her. secondly to Xavier, Marian was the finale person she wanted to see. After what Marian had watched and what she had turned into, Sophie didn't have the heart to look at her niggling baby. She kept her back turned, wishing to go back to sleep. At least then she wouldn't feel sick with revulsion.

"What ? What is it ?"

She felt Marian upgrade into the bed with her.

"I'm horny."

Marian then reached around and jammed her hand into her sister's panties, working her fingers inside of her. Sophie tried to pull up away but Marian held on, stirring her digit in her pussy.

"No ! Marian, stop ! This isn't right !"

"Xavier said this would be fun. ejaculate on, drive it."

Sophie's centre skipped a meter as she realized Marian was wearing the strap-on. She began to cry, refusing to consider what was happening."Please, don't do this. I love you."

"I love you too, that's why I'm going to make you finger good."

Marian yanked down Sophie's panties and then forced the dildo into her asshole. Sophie winced and continued to cry, wishing her sister would stop but not having the will to fight her off. The arctic toy was dry, and even after all the abuse her asshole had taken, the clash was agonizing, but Marian didn't seem to care about her sis's bother. Grabbing Sophie's hair, she began ramming her back entrance with the sex toy, her thrusts increasing in military capability and cruelty. Sophie cried out from both the painful sensation of the sodomy and her sis's betrayal. Marian climbed on top of her, slamming down onto her sis with her full weight unit and driving the dildo as recondite into her asshole as possible.

"See sœur ? Isn't this fun ?"



"Marian became just like him. She became my foeman. She would excruciate me with every probability she had. To her, it was like an innocent game. When our parents were around, she would hide her actions and use her paw on me, forcing me to hide my reaction so that they wouldn't notice. When they were gone, she would rape me with that prophylactic affair. Xavier would designate up and she would beg him to compliment her for abusing me. Then they would gang up and double-team me for minute. I wanted to agitate her off, to try and smack some sense into her… but I just couldn't hurt her. No subject what she had become, she is my little sister. Besides, it was my fault she became so twisted. I brought Saint Francis Xavier to her and her to Xavier. I deserve her cruelty. I deserve to be punished by her."

Both Helena and Sophie were in teardrop, overwhelmed with their distress but thankful they could at last talk to each other share their feelings.

"Sophie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to materialise. I never wanted you to be hurt."

"How can we break this ? How can we escape from this ?"

capital of Montana got to her groundwork."There is only one way I can think of."



Helena knew where to line up Saint Francis Xavier as if through some sixth sense. She could feel him, his presence in the school day, and was zeroing in on his location. She at finally met him on the quadriceps femoris, where he was dozing under a fishy tree.

"All right, I give in."

He opened one eye and looked at her."Excuse me ?"

Helena clutched herself, staring at the ground with her dentition clenched."I'll get your queen. I'll do whatever you want. Just please, leave everyone else alone."

"No deal."

She looked up at him, feeling the primer coat falling away from under her feet."What ?"

Xavier stood up and strode over to her."You heard me. I don't accept your offer. I told you that I would win your heart. You think I'll make you mine so that you can simply play the martyr ?"

"But… wasn't that the unharmed degree of tormenting Sophie ? Weren't you trying to blackmail me by holding her hostage ?"

"Of row not. That would be too well-off. If you become my queen so that you can sacrifice yourself to protect your champion, then you haven't really given in to me. You still consider me your enemy. We'll be in bed, our physical structure intertwined, and you'll be thinking ‘ better me than Sophie ’."

"But then… why ? Why would you hurt her like this ? ! Why would you turn her and her sister against each other ?"

"That was actually totally unexpected. I never would take in guessed she would wrench into such an obedient little sadist. But as for why, tell me something : Which was worse when Sophie confronted you ? The pain you knew she had felt ?"He stepped forward and lifted her Kuki, looking into her tearful eyes."Or the fact that I lied to you ? Helena, I'm the Antichrist. What could possibly urinate you imagine that you can believe me when I say"reliance me"? I originally made Sophie my victim to weaken your resolve, divulge you to depravity, and use her to reach you go through those trial. I resumed tormenting her simply so that I could lie to you."

Helena fell to her knees, robbed of her intensity level."Why ?"

"Instead of asking me why, ask yourself. Why did you trust me ? Why did you believe me ? Why did you think me over your own instincts ? It's because you needed to regain some good in me. You needed to regain some redeemable aspect in me so that you could use it to justify your opinion. No matter how much you resist it, you have developed feelings for me. You hate me because you think you're supposed to and your superbia and impression are telling you that I am your enemy, but your heart can not turn away. You know this, so you tried to warrant that desire by saying"at least he's a man of his word, I can appreciate that ”. You could like one part of me and hate the rest, guilt-free."

Helena covered her ears and shook her head."No ! No, that's not confessedly ! I hate you with every vulcanized fiber of my being ! You're evil ! You're a monster ! You hurt the the great unwashed I care about !"

Xavier grabbed her by her shoulder joint and dragged her to her feet as if her consistence was weightless."Then why did you smile and laugh on our dates ? Why was I able to piss you happy ? When you thought I had erased Sophie's memory board and stayed away from her, you struggled to find a intellectual reason to detest me. No matter what you had seen me do, the fact that I was able to clean house it all up and not leave even a 1 scar behind slowly crept into your head. You began to realize that it wasn't nearly as big a mickle as you thought."

He dropped her back to the soil and snapped his fingers, with a small spark of darkness popping."There, I just erased her store of everything I or her sister did to her and replaced her with happy ones. She'll flavor back on that holiday and smile at all the quality time she spent with her family. Shall we go back to your room so that you can see her humming and thanking God for this beautiful day ?"

He snapped his fingers again."And now she's back to being traumatized. She's probably sitting on her bed, contemplating suicide."He snapped his digit over and over again."well-chosen. Sad. Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. See how peanut it all is ? All the agony she's gone through can completely evaporate and she can be even happier than before."

"You can't just refuse everything you did to her ! All of the pain you've inflicted !"

"What pain in the neck ? She has no scars, her virginity has returned, and right now she's thinking back to eating dinner party with her home. She doesn't even know I exist. backrest home, her babe is the sweetened and pure-hearted fille she was before she met me. Does it matter now what I might have done to her ? narrate me, which would be more evil ? Torturing her and making her wretched every day of her life, then on her deathbed, devote her memories of the glad and most fulfilling life she could have possibly lived, or to let her experience that happy spirit, then on her deathbed, give her remembering of absolute nether region ?

half of realness is what happens, the other half is how we perceive it. Right now, what you think I did to her is nil more than a fantasy, a psychotic belief. According to her, she's been happy all this time and nil bad has happened. citizenry don't care about the genuine world. They simply care about their own happiness. They want the things that make them happy, even if they aren't real. It's why it's so hard to convince someone that they're wrong or break them free of their ideology. They don't care about reality, as long as they can cover to live in the delusion that they are correctly. It's the Saami thing when they say they want the truth. They don't really want the verity. They just want what they want to hear to be the truth."

Helena didn't reply, having no mind what she was supposed to say. Saint Francis Xavier's words had smothered the flame of her anger. Her eye still ached from the pain she knew Sophie had gone through, but if Xavier really had erased her memories… was that bother even real ?

"Like I said, the existent reason you're angry isn't because I hurt your friend. You're furious because I lied to you. I will say, though, that that was the low lie I ever told you and I will work to abstain from lying to you again. I really don't take any joy in lying to you."A minute passed, in which Helena remained kneeling on the grass with Xavier standing behind her."Let's go get a coffee."



Helena didn't eff how Xavier got her out to that café, but there they were, sitting in the shade of an umbrella, each with an espresso.

"Tell me something, have you honestly considered my fling ? I would be disappointed if you said no to me in the church and never bothered to actually imagine afterwards."

"I won't do it."

"Tell me why."

"Because you're evilness, because you hurt people. How could I ever love someone as demented as you ?"

"You love God, and he isn't any better. In Africa, a thousand children will die today from war, from disease, from starvation. They'll cling to the Holy Scripture that the missionaries gave them out of guilt for living their rich, white lives in leisure. They'll be told that God loves them while they suffer. In some commonwealth in Eastern Europe, a one mother with three children will be raped by a police force officer. She'll batch her crucifix and beg God to keep open her. No answer comes, even when she finds out she's pregnant, when she's denied an abortion, and when she dies from complicatedness in the pregnancy and leaves her tyke to be snatched up and sold into slavery. In the infirmary three naut mi away, your friend lies in what would have been an irreversible coma. He had suffered debilitating psyche damage that would receive left him as a vegetable until he died of old age or his pancreatic cancer got him. He was a man of the Christian church, a priest who helped hundreds of children like you find a home plate in rosewood tree University, yet God didn't protect him, heal him, or redeem him. I did."

He could see the effect of his words on her, the noticeable stress on Helena's face.

"Your words won't destroy my faith."

Saint Francis Xavier reached into a small tin in the middle of the table and pulled out a dinero packet. He mixed it into his coffee."Back during WWII, I spent some meter in Germany. I watched as Nazis exterminated Hebrew, gypsy, the disabled, and other mathematical group of people. The citizens of Germany watched it happen. They did nothing to cease it. quotidian people lived just down the road from denseness clique, knowing exactly what was going and not caring at all. In genocide, those hoi polloi are called the bystanders. They watch as something tremendous happens and do nil to stop it. If a new genocide were to chance, would you be a bystander ? Would you sit quietly by while people were murdered in figurehead of you ?"

"No."

"Then why does God ?"

They stared at each other, Saint Francis Xavier waiting for Helena to respond.

"B-because he has a plan for everything. He works in path that we can not possibly understand."

"What variety of plan could contain men being slaughtered, women being raped, and children being enslaved ? If that is his architectural plan, then doesn't that mean he not only allows those offence to transpire, but actually commits them ? If I really am the enemy of God, why doesn't he stop me ? How many womanhood do you think birth begged God to save them from me ? Over holiday, your expert ally sobbed as she choked on my cock and her short Sister raped her from prat. She prayed for God to terminate me, but he did nothing."

"No, you're haywire !"

"Then assist me. Tell me the trueness. There are three possibilities : he doesn't have the power to stop tragedies and is thereby fumbling and watery ; he simply doesn't care about excruciation and is indifferent, looking down on mankind like you are ants or bacteria ; or he actually enjoys watching people wallow in torture and gets his rock'n'roll off in creating humans simply to visit pain sensation on them, and is sadistic."

"God isn't like that !"

"How would you know ? Have you ever spoken to God ? Have you ever met God ? You know nada about him and you refuse to acknowledge anything that goes against your phantasy. It's just like I told you before : people don't concern about realness, only about what makes them happy and lets them experience right. Admit it : I'm the only possible trial impression you have that God even exists. Without me, you'd have nothing to go on but what people have told you about him, and even then, you ignore all the bad poppycock. You're Catholic, you know the taradiddle of Job. My father was able to convince God to torture an impeccant man just to prove a point. Does that sound like a loving creator ?"

"You're the Antichrist, everyone knows that you'll speak out against Him. Why would I ever trust your words ?"

At that, a flash of annoying moved across his human face, and when he spoke, it was with anger."Don't do that. Don't hide behind your bible and shrug me off. listen to me not as the Antichrist, but as a man. This is supposed to be a disputation. You're supposed to foresee my claim with a logical argument of your own, not throw a temper tantrum. If you want to retain to decline me, fine, but don't do it by acting like a toddler. At least Thomas St. Thomas put some rationality into his arguments. Don't be some fatuous drone. You're comfortably than that."

Regardless of her hatred of him, the way he spoke to her made Helena embarrassed. It was the Lapp way she felt when a teacher scolded her.

Xavier ordered another coffee and calmed down before he resumed speaking."You didn't answer my original question. Have you really considered my offering ? Have you thought it through ? Or have you just blocked it out of your judgement and equated it to ceasing to exist ?"

"I… I… I don't know. I just… can't seem to see it."

"I'm curious, how well do you visualize yourself as becoming a penis of the Swiss guard ? Have you truly planned it through ? Did you constantly fantasize about it before you met me ? Were you able to see everything that you would do and what your aliveness would be ? Or all this time, have you not been advancing towards your destination, but simply clinging to it ? Are you actually looking towards the futurity, or is your claim of joining the Swiss people safety just a defense chemical mechanism when someone asks you what your programme are and you realize you have no idea ? What does the future mean value for you ?"

The attack in her heart flared back up."I've always been resolute in my destination, and your tricks won't change that."

Xavier stared her, his cheek undecipherable."I want to see if that's true. Come on, let's go somewhere more private."



Having paid for their coffees, Saint Francis Xavier took her to a tranquillise region of the city and sat down with her on a bench.

"I want to see what your future looks like."

She stared at him quizzically."What are you talking about ?"

"I want to see what your intellect creates when you imagine your future."

"Wait… you mean scan my judgement ? ! No way ! Never !"

"Relax, I won't dig into anything. Besides, I let you into my creative thinker, remember ? All of those memories I shared with you ? Just think of it as putting on a display. You won't prove me anything you don't want to."

Even after everything that had happened between them, capital of Montana struggled to regain a reason to say no. She wanted to say it, she knew she should, but when she looked at him, she couldn't remember why.

"Ok, but no weird stuff."

Xavier gave a minor grinning and reached out towards her. She scrunched herself up, fearing his touch, but strangely became composure when Xavier placed his script on her cheeks, so gently she almost didn't find him at first. His palms were warm. With the connection made, she felt a channel open up in her mind, like Xavier had just put a window in her brow and all her opinion could be seen. Not wanting to show him anything he could use against her, she focused only on her aspirations.

The ikon appeared before her nous's eye, and she knew Xavier could see it. She was standing at the Pope's side of meat, carrying a ceremonial halberd and dressed in the uniform of the Swiss safeguard with a feel of stoic pride on her face. But… that was it. Try as she might, she couldn't deepen the illusion beyond that. For a moment, an image of her and her comrade safeguard fighting off assailants flashed in her mind, but was crushed by her intellectual mind questioning the likelihood of such an upshot actually happening. After all, when was the last time the Pope had been attacked ?

"I thought as much. Joining the Swiss people Guard isn't your real goal. It's just the best you can come up with. You're afraid of leaving Rome but you have zero to go on but your organized religion, so you want something that will let you put your violent fanaticism to use. It's not the future that you're looking towards ; you're just desperate for a way to persist in the present."

Helena didn't respond, realizing now that there was undeniable truth to his words. Before, that figure of speech of her in that uniform had been all the motivation she needed, but now Saint Francis Xavier was showing her the hollowness she had always ignored.

"Now, how would wish to see your time to come if you join me ?"

Before she could do, the human race around them was blurred and distorted as if they were phasing out into a parallel of latitude universe. It was just like Xavier's computer memory, but now when reality solidified, they had moved forward in time. Rome wasn't very different from what it was in the confront, but it did look more… militarized. The edifice had all been reinforced, as if expecting a howitzer attack, and walking by the bench was a group of soldiers, all wearing suits of armor that incorporated Kevlar with the alloy plating. On their chests were the three sixes of Xavier's brand, and their arm of choice were machine guns with scimitars attached, worn on the arm and resembling a lobster claw.

Xavier stood up and held out his hired hand to Helena."This is five class in the future of the world we'll formula together. Shall we take a look ?"

Slowly, she took his hand.



Helena had to admit, Rome didn't look bad at all. Xavier had told her that he wanted to rule the public instead of destroy it, and even then, she had expected Hell on globe and the suffering and agony of every homo on the planet by bloodthirsty demons. She didn't see any of that. lifespan in the urban center looked no different from before. The people appeared sort of despondent, but that just came with the territory.

"Let me guess, you assumed inglorious skies, lakes of blast, and the enslavement of all man ?"

Helena turned to him, having been awestruck by the hatful of the fully restored Amphitheatrum Flavium."Um… yeah."

"fountainhead, had I been alone in taking over the universe, it would bear been a little bit like that. There would be a lot of lineage and a lot of suffering. But you were with me and took it upon yourself to right the damage of the world. Everyone on earth now gets free lodging and health care and nobody goes hungry. There are no war because all the state have been united under our rule. The"res publica"still have elected officials, but since you and I control everything, they merely delegate our rules, taking all of the bluster out of politics and making it so much to a greater extent civic and easy than before. Think about it, no dead end, no company, and no rhetoric. functionary are elected based on their competency rather than their fake promises. I'm the Antichrist and even I think that's great."

"But the people don't look very happy."

"Oh please, you act like everyone smiles all the meter in the substantial human race. The exclusively reason the people in the future would be infelicitous is because their ruler is the Antichrist. They cling to the old Judeo-Christian notion system of rules and keep to think that they would somehow achieve a public better than the one you and I have given them. Their only problem is that the spiritualist is veto from use of empty words and can't criticize the realm. As long as they say nix bad about us and don't try to invoke a insurrection, unblock delivery is a given right. It's the perfect partnership : I rule with an iron fist and you give everyone what they need."

Try as she might, Helena couldn't come up with an argument against him. The world was grim than she would have liked… but there was no reason for it to be. If she and Saint Francis Xavier really did all the things he said they did… was this really such a bad reality ?

"ejaculate on, I want to show you the real rationality why I brought you here."

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the Vatican. St. Peter's second power and the Basilica had been remodeled to bet more like a castle, with all the statues of saints and Angel Falls removed. Soldiers patrolled the sphere like ant, not all of them human. Demons, clear as day, could be seen moving in and out of shadower, no different from the gargoyle statues on the ceiling of cathedral. This macrocosm was just an illusion, so nil so much as glanced at them as they made their way to the entrance. About to abuse inside, the gonging of church bells echoed across the urban center. Helena looked up, hearing powerful wing flaps, and felt her jaw hang slack.

The sky was filled with demons, flying over Rome like migratory birds. Among them was a dragon, right out of a fantasy novel, as bombastic as a 747 and with a soundbox like sterling silver. Helena couldn't quite see from this distance, but it looked like there was someone on its back. Was that… Xavier ?

"Come on, let's go inside."

They made their way into the basilica, and as they crossed through the grand manse, capital of Montana looked back as the silver dragon landed in St. Peter's lame. She watched as the cloak rider got off the dragon's back and rubbed it under its Chin. The K cathedral was filled with hoi polloi, either soldiers standing guard or bureaucrat handling the paperwork of the monarchy. Saint Francis Xavier came to a sudden stop and Helena bumped into him, nearly falling to the story. She looked by him and her eyes widened. Underneath the main Lord's table of the basilica were two commode, and in one was Xavier. He had allowed himself to age, now looking like a man in his early twenties, but with an air of maturity that made him come along a good deal older. Helena couldn't deny that he was very handsome. He had a sly smirk on his face, looking straight through Helena and the substantial Xavier. But if he was there, then who was…

The sound of trumpets echoed through the basilica and one of the guard called out."All hail pansy Helena !"

There, striding down the hallway towards them was her future self. Helena stared at the woman before her, unable to even recognize her. Having removed her helmet, the future tense Helena was even more beautiful than the master copy, with her crimson whisker now hanging down the length of her back. But it was more than just her appearance that struck Helena. It was… the air her future ego seemed to stimulate. The way she walked, that sure-footed smirk on her face, that mighty glow in her eye, the majestic shine to her whisker ; it gave her a command authority that a cleaning woman so Thomas Young could never have in the existent humans. Helena almost felt intimidated by this translation, staring at her as if looking at a goddess in the flesh. It was almost as if she had fallen in love with herself.

As the fag walked, everyone got down on their knees, and for a second, Helena almost did as well. Could this be avowedly ? Was this really the woman she would become ? The future tense Xavier stood up and greeted the future Helena, and the real Helena became flushed as she watched the two of them part a passionate kiss.

"How was Soviet Union ? I take it the rebellion was tardily to crush."

"Everything stopped as soon as I got there. I almost didn't even have to get off Roroaka to scare everyone into submission. But it was Nice to get out for a day, and best of all, no one had to die. Still, I wish I could have gotten at least a slight action."

She snapped her fingers and servants rushed over and helped remove her armour. She stood only in spandex boxershorts and a mutant bra, and staring at her, the real Helena could almost experience herself becoming a gay woman for her futurity self. That mature body was splendid to say the least. It practically steamed elegance and sexual authority. And her knocker ! Helena thought hers were delicately now, but damn !

"well tonight, we'll feast in celebration of your victory."

The next Helena pressed herself against him and gave him a candy kiss."Darling, we feast every night. How about just some Chinese and a movie on the sofa ?"

"Of course. I'll find us something good to watch."

"Right now, I think I'll go see disco biscuit. He must be hungry."

The real Helena turned to Xavier. ‘ XTC ?'she nonverbally asked.

He merely smiled.

She and Xavier followed her future ego through the castle and saw her enter a guarded room. When they went in after her, Helena felt her heart skip a metre and she covered her mouth to suppress her pant. Her future self was sitting in a rocking chair by a crib with an infant in her arms. Bathed in the light of the setting sun shining through the windowpane behind her, she had a warm smile on her face as she nursed him. Looking at her with that child, Helena felt her whole world become turned upside down. At that moment, she seemingly forgot everything she knew and thought. Never in her biography had she been so… entranced, so whelm with emotions. A baby ? She would really… have a sister ? Not once in her life had she ever given any thought into having tyke. She had always planned on giving her life-time to the church and being married only to her job, but seeing that child in the arms of her future self made her feel more desperate to give one than she thought possible.

She slowly moved forward, her legs feeling numb, reaching out to the swaddled infant. She knew that none of this was real, that this was just an illusion created by Saint Francis Xavier, a bare fantasy, but to her, that child was the substantial matter in the existence. If she could just feel him wring her finger with his diminutive hand, hold him and smell the top of his point, she could…

She jumped in blow and pulled back, another hand reaching through her as if she was a hologram. The future Xavier had entered the room and was doing what she had tried to do. She watched as he rubbed the top of Adam's fountainhead, the three of them as happy as could be.

She looked over to the genuine Xavier, standing in the doorway. There was a unusual look on his facial expression, sad almost. He was watching the three illusionary bod the same way she was. It was as if… this was his low time seeing them. It looked almost like this was all as new to him as it was to her, and it was having the same effect.



After watching the three of them have dinner, the really Xavier led the really Helena upstairs, simply mimicking their time to come selves. In the unstinting bedroom, she watched as their illusionary opposite number began kissing and stripping off each other's clothing. Her face was brilliantly red from overplus. This was all just a fantasy of Xavier, but it was incredibly unnerving.

"Now we get to the real fun."

"Oh God, you're not going to crap me watch this, are you ?"

"Come on, you know you want to. Just enjoy the show."

On the bed, the two adults were completely naked with their tongues dancing. Helena was on top, riding Xavier's cock while he gripped her tight ass. She pulled her lips away from his, grinning as she thrust back against it.

"How does it experience to be back on your confessedly throne, my queen ?"

"It's so comfy, I could sit here all day. Riding on Roroaka's back is nothing compared to this, my king."

Helena watched them with disgust."Oh please, this is so corny."

"Corny ? Well then how about I dirty it up a bit ?"

The future Xavier sat up and kissed the future Helena, then separated from her."I have a present for you, a new girl."

He stood up out of the bed and clapped his hands as if to turn on a light. From a side door in the chamber, a Young adult female stepped out, dressed in a night-robe with nothing underneath. She was XVI, inadequate blonde hair and good-sized white meat, looking incredibly aflutter and precious as a button.

"Don't headache, she's tidal bore to please. She just needs to be broken in a little."

Helena got up out of the bed and walked over to the girl, a smile on her face and a swagger to her walk, as if aegir to let her see her au naturel body. She stood before her, the girl averting her gaze from capital of Montana's cycle breasts and libidinous smirk.

"Oh, very cunning. What's your gens ?"

"M-Millie, your highness."

"wellspring, Millie, you get to be our toy for a while. I know you're scared, but that's what makes it so lots fun. Before long, you'll be begging for more."

She raised her helping hand and stroked Millie's cheek, making her thrill, then held it there before the girl's sassing, inviting her. Unsure of what else she was supposed to do, Millie nervously flitted her tongue between her fingers.

"good girl."

Helena then pulled her in straw man of her and grabbed her from behind, one hand fondling Millie's breasts and the other between her legs, just as she had learned from Saint Francis Xavier. The little girl whimpered and blushed as Helena groped her, but did not fight back.

"My, my, what a beautiful trunk you have. You're so sweet and tender, and these tit of yours are to die for."

The real capital of Montana turned to Saint Francis Xavier."Ugh, you're despicable."

"Hey, you complained about it being corny. In this scenario, some of my sadistic traits rub off on you and you develop a taste sensation for young woman. You love it when we take turns with them, both playing with them yourself and watching me have my way with them. Hey, this is just a illusion. It's not like we actually traveled forward in clip. It's all up to you if you end up like this. But let's watch."

The future Helena pulled Millie's gown away, then crouched down and began hungrily sucking on her white meat. The girl panted from the sentience of Helena's rim on her tit, as well as the sweeping solidus of her lingua. She then brought her over to the bed and laid her down, with Xavier literally throbbing with anticipation. capital of Montana climbed on top of her, hefting her breasts over Millie's face.

"Go on, you know you want to."

Slowly, Millie raised her brain and began sucking on Helena's chest, just as she had done. The sole deviation was that Helena's consistence was producing nutrition for her babe son, and that nutrition was now running down Millie's throat.

"trade good, isn't it ? Don't be shy."

The girl began switching back and forth between them, drinking from one and then the other. Helena gave a mild moan and craned her neck opening, feeling not just the lips of Millie on her teat, but Saint Francis Xavier's tongue as he went down on her from butt. He then switched down to Millie, spreading her ramification and licking her Virgin honeypot.

The tangible capital of Montana tried to bend away, but Xavier had a firm hold on her shoulders.

On the bed, Saint Francis Xavier had just mounted Helena from behind, and was thrusting into her like an animal. The sound of her ass applause against his thigh was like medicine, with Helena crying out in hug drug as she was both hammered and had her tits sucked.

Standing by, Saint Francis Xavier whispered in capital of Montana's ear."looking at yourself, look at how happy you are. This is the Helena that knows how to relish life, how to feature fun, how to dominate everything around her and build it her own. In the future you so pitifully scrapped together, you were zilch but a pawn, wasting your spirit in the service of yet another pretender. You would spend the dependable years of your life doing nothing but standing in consistent and becoming dusty with boredom. In your future with me, you live your life to its entire, basking in fulfillment with a smile on your face every day. You have a loving husband, a son that you cherish, a world that you lead into the halcyon age of human race, and your nights filled with mania and sexual euphoria.

Is this really so bad a living ? How long will it be before you realize that your puritanical narrowness is just getting in the way of your happiness ? That you cling to an obsolete mankind in heroic need for a change ? That you have the chance to do more dependable than you could ever have done in that ridiculous uniform ?"

One the bed, the future Saint Francis Xavier grunted as he came, shooting jet after jet of come into Helena's womanhood. She purred in hug drug and moved forward. She hovered her kitty over Millie's face, the young girl wincing as pearl of semen fell on her face.

"semen on, sister. You tasted your queen regnant, now you get to sample your king."

Behind her, Xavier kneeled between her legs and rubbed his cock against her Virgin pussy."And now you get to become a char,"he chuckled.

giving in, Millie raised her mind and began to drink the ejaculate out of Helena's cunt. At the same time, Xavier deflowered her, with her phonation echoing through the bedroom.

capital of Montana at concluding broke exempt of Xavier's adhesive friction."Enough, I want to go home."

Xavier sighed and snapped his fingerbreadth. The illusion disappeared, returning them to that terrace in the street.

Helena turned to him, a look of anger on her side that she had never worn before."Why ? Why do you keep coming after me ? Of all the young woman in the reality, why are you so obsessed with me ? There are pot others who would jump at the chance to be your female monarch, go ask them. perdition, Daphne attacked me because she was envious that you picked me over her ! Go put a crown on her nous ! Or are you so wretched that you can't hold someone saying ‘ no'?"

He stood up off the bench and walked towards her. This was the number one time she had seen him angry, at least angry at her."Do you know the difference between us ? What really sets us apart ? We've both exhausted our full lives lying about who we are, but at least I'm honest about what my heart desires. How long are you going to maintain lying to yourself ? If after all this clock time, you can look me in the eyes and honestly say you feel nothing for me, fine, I can live with that. But what I can't stand is you lying to me and hiding behind bullshit. For once in your life, tell the truth !"

As he had again and again, Xavier walked past her, this clock time bumping his berm against hers, leaving her alone with her mind racing.



capital of Montana returned to her dorm elbow room, finding Sophie there, smiling and wide of life story. She had no memory of the matter Xavier had done to her, not even a single scar. So… had he really done them ?

"Hey, you ok ?"Sophie asked.

She perked up as her friend called out to her."Yeah, I'm fine."

"Where have you been all day ?"

"Oh, nowhere. Just enjoying the cobbler's last day of holiday. ejaculate on, let's go get dinner."



Night had fallen, and Sister Olivia was lying in a bathtub in the faculty toilet. She had jammed a towel stand into the door so that no one could disturb her. The water was lovesome, just like the profligate pouring from her dent radiocarpal joint. She could no longer stand Xavier's torture and had decided to end her life. As she waited for the wickedness to waste her, a trace shifted across her brass.

She looked up into the cold eyes of Xavier."Please, just let me die."

He grabbed one of her haemorrhage wrists, healing the wound."Not yet. Your body still belongs to me."



"Saint Francis Xavier ! You're back !"

Marian jumped out of bed, running across her room and tackling him. funny, she was almost like Lily, except she was less pitiful and more masochistic, not to advert sadistic.

"Yeah, I'm back."

"So what do you want to do to me ? Will you fuck me in my kitty or my ass ? Can I live with your cum ?"

"I have a adept estimation. I'm taking you somewhere you can birth a lot of fun."



Daphne sat on her roommate's bed, holding the daughter like a straightjacket. She had tied her up and was torturing her with clothespins and cigarette burns. She bolted up when Saint Francis Xavier appeared at the foot of her bed."Master, what are you doing here ?"

"I need you for something."He looked down at the sobbing girl, drooling on the ball gag in her mouth."Also, bring her, I guess."



Saint Francis Xavier grabbed Sophie by the throat, waking her up in her bed but keeping her silent with his strangling bag. Nearby, capital of Montana slept soundly, while Saint Francis Xavier returned all of the remembering of Sophie's torture.

"You're coming with me. Your sister will be there."



Lily walked to the apartment entranceway, yawning and rubbing her eyes. A loud knocking had woken her up in the middle of the Nox. What was going on ? She opened the door, finding Xavier.

"Get yourself ready, there are men coming over."

"Oh… uh… ok."

"Also, there will be other fille with you."



"Helena, wake up."He shook her, trying to get her to shake up."seminal fluid on, wake up."

"Unh… leave me alone."

"Helena, now."

She rolled over, turning her back on him."As long as you let me sleep and put cypher inside me, do whatever you want. I'm too stock to care."

Xavier grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her up, shaking her until she had to the fatigue exorcized from her body.

She rolled her pass back and sighed."You know, I preferred when you would just crawl into my bed and finger me. What is with you lately ? You're acting crazy."

"Get dressed, there is something I need to testify you."

"Just go away."

"Either get dressed or I can add you there in your underwear."



Xavier and capital of Montana materialized in the hall of a gloomy apartment building. Before them was a room access, and behind it were the exculpated sound of yell, moaning, grunting, and the squeaking of mattress springs and other pieces of piece of furniture.

"What's going on ?"

"I'm going to instruct you the meaning of despair."

He opened the room access and brought her into the flat. Inside were lashings of men, divided into groups and clustered around women. Sophie, Marian, sister Olivia, Daphne, and early students she didn't recognize. Everyone in the apartment was naked. It was a massive Brassica napus orgy. Marian was the only one not sobbing as she had all her holes filled. If anything, she was overjoyed, switching between the men trying to jam their cocks in her oral fissure.

On the bed was Lily, a dull looking to her eyes as yet another man fucked her in the cocksucker. A lot of these men had fucked her before, but she had learned to bar out their faces. In the kitchen, Sister Olivia was sobbing as her pussy was stretched near to tearing. She had two men fucking her at once. They didn't seem to handle that their dicks were rubbing against each other. Sophie was on her knee joint, crying from the stinging blindness as the men ejaculated onto her face over and over again. She was literally drenched in semen. There was also Daphne, pressed against the window as she was fucked from hindquarters, her centre darkened with the bother of Xavier's betrayal. Her roommate was being crushed under some fat guy, and another fille was doing a handstand as she had both her kitty and asshole violated.

Helena stared in stupor, feeling like she was going to contrive up at the batch of so many multitude getting raped. She turned to Xavier, tears in her eyes."Why ? Why would you do this ? Why would you rack these women like this ?"

"To show you the truth of this world. front at this, attend at how easy it is to make people suffer. There is no such thing as freedom in this mankind, only pandemonium and the fancy of decree. You think me malefic because of the things I do, but that's only because the cosmos lets me. You think that because of who and what I am, I corrupt this world, but this world is already corrupt. I simply parody this twisted nightmare you call world. I am the serpent, slithering through the crumbling foundations of the kingdom of man. I don't need my powers to conflate in. I'm already surrounded by horror."

capital of Montana tried to run back out into the hallway, but he grabbed her by the coat of arms and forced her to see, squeezing so tight that she cried out in pain."Don't you dare turn away from this ! Don't you dare exclude it out ! You think that this is anything strange ? You think that I am some exception to the peace of the world ? No, repugnance like these will go forward on until world's end, just as they have occurred since mankind's beginning. await at these fair sex, their psyche twisted and their hearts crying out for someone to facilitate them. They pray to God, but he doesn't answer. Where is your God ? Why doesn't he halt me ? Why doesn't he save them ?

All over the existence, multitude suffer just like these women. They are enslaved, raped, and murdered. It has been like that for timelessness. Yet you sit in your rarified university, hidden within the highlife of Eternal City, believing that this world is God's paradise. You believe that sprightliness is fair, that God will allow for those who are loyal to him, but the bloodshed never ends !"

"Please ! Just blockade this !"

"You can stop this yourself ! You have the opportunity to let out the endless decease marching of sentence ! Use me ! Use my power to earn this world into what you want it to be ! I am offering you the land ! I'm offering you a luck to end the horror once and for all ! Whether humanity thrives or suffers, I couldn't precaution less, but can you really just ignore everything around you and remain dead like this ? Maybe I should just destruct this human race ! Maybe I should create Hades on ground ! How can you arrogate you'll hold on me if you can't even stop the evil already around you ? !"

"I told you I'll give in ! Please, I'll do whatever you want ! Just let them go !"

"NO !"

Xavier tossed her aside and then clapped his hands together. All the men in the way burst into flame, their flesh peeling off their bones with flow of ardour pumping from their vena. All of the woman lost knowingness and vanished, teleporting back to their home plate. Only Lily remained, passed out on the bed.

He turned back to Helena."enough lying ! Enough lying to me and lying to yourself ! Why are you so scared of the time to come ? Why are you so unwilling to accept your look ? The Helena I know and love has eyes wide-cut of passionateness and a will to fight, but look at yourself now. I offer you a animation beyond your fantastic aspiration, a chance at happiness and the ability to protect mankind, and you fall apart into a miserable wreck ! What are you so afraid of ? ! WHAT DO YOU REALLY wish ? !"

"I DON'T KNOW !"Helena screamed as she held herself, sobbing harder than ever in her life."I don't know anything anymore ! I'm afraid ! I don't know why, but I'm afraid of every day ! I'm afraid of the day after ! I'm afraid of growing up and my life changing ! You're rightfield, ok ? You're redress. I'm terrified of the future. I don't know why, but I just can't move forward."

Xavier stood over her and lifted her chin. She clutched his arm, crying into his hand.

"There is only one way to help oneself you. You're ineffectual to present the future because you can't get over your past. You'll never be capable to live until you stop ignoring your wounds and actually let them heal. seminal fluid on, I'm taking you home."





Chapter 12



The suffocating shadow receded but capital of Montana was still submersed in darkness. The flooring of the apartment had been replaced with the feel of grass against her knees. In seconds she was drenched from the pouring rainwater, making her shiver.

"So this is where you came from."

She looked around, feeling Xavier's hired man gripping her shoulder as he stood over her. At concluding, her head stopped spinning and she was able to look around. Her tenderness dropped into her tummy at the deal of the shabby home, two miles from capital of Ireland. She was back in Ireland, staring at the crap-shack that had once been her habitation. Kneeling in the fields outside, she stared at the Light Within in the windows, and even over the rain, she could hear her mother's spokesperson. She had company over. When Helena had been a small fry, she remembered her mother always having company.

"Please, no, not here."

"This is where it all started, isn't it ? This is your home. What happened here to pull in you so furious at the world ?"

Helena got to her feet and turned to him, and even in the pelting, he could see her tears."Why are you doing this to me ? Why must you be so cruel ?"

"For once in my liveliness, I'm not being cruel. I'm trying to help you. With or without me, you've been dead at that shoal, and your movement into the time to come will be long and agonizing unless you come to terms with your past. Tell me what happened here. Let it out. It's time for you to severalise me the true statement, and evidence yourself the truth."

She grabbed him by the collar as if trying to airlift him off his substructure, but instead, simply leaned against him."Please, just take me back to the school ! I'm begging you ! Just let the past stay in the past !"

"Not until you move forward ! You claim you left your old biography behind, but all you did was curl it up in a giant prophylactic that you've carried on your back all these years. You shut out your past but you haven't let it go. Face your reverence and stop prevarication to yourself ! The truth will set you free."

She let go of him and turned around, taking a few steps to the house. It looked like it hadn't seen any sustainment since she left. She had kept this a underground for so retentive, but why, of all people, would Xavier be the one to finally get a line it ? Perhaps he was right, though. This loathsome plaza has been holding her back even after she left. She was about to verbalize, but stopped, startled by Xavier putting his coat over her shoulders. Even when soaked, the fabric held his affectionateness. She hated that warmth, hated how safe it felt.

"My mother… was an alcoholic whore. Just listening to her, I can differentiate that nothing has changed. She gave nascence to me out of wedlock and resented me ever since. She was never there for me, never supported me, and never gave Sir Thomas More than the smallest sum of effort to accept care of me. There were More liquor bottles in that theater than food. I remember pushing them aside in the kitchen, desperately looking for something to eat. I remember them smashing by my top dog when she threw them at me and I got showered in glass. I used to stargaze that someday I would meet my Church Father and he would take me away to someplace howling, away from this dingy country."

Saint Francis Xavier looked at her quizzically."Did she never tell you about your father ?"

"She didn't even cognise who he was. Considering how busy she was, half the men in Dublin could cause been my father."She looked back at him and gave a acrid laugh, her side wet with both rainwater and teardrop."How fitting would it be if you ended up as my Padre ? What a cliché twist of luck. Seventeen long time ago, a scumbag like you screwed my mother and I was born, the granddaughter of Satan."

"Helena…"

She looked back at the house, hearing a cleaning lady moaning inside."When she wasn't on her back for money, she was bringing home a new young man every calendar week. Each of them was sorry than the last. They would hollo at me, they would hit me, and they would throw thing at me. Sometimes… they would climb into my bed at night and pertain me, just like you. That was how I learned to fight, to keep back the pedophile looking for a cute little girl to deflower. Why do you think I hated men so much ? Every man I had ever met was either a loser or a monster.

Then, one day, I saw missionary at the local church handing out booklet for rosewood tree University. It was my chance to escape from Hell and I took it. Tuition is free if you tell them that you're an orphan. Considering the clothes I was wearing, they didn't even oppugn me. They took me with them and I got to exit this wretched country behind and savour in the heat of Roma. I never wanted to descend back here. I burned every bridge and severed every link connecting me to this waste house.

Then you came along and I got to experience Hell all over again."

Saint Francis Xavier swallowed the ball in his throat. Right now, capital of Montana was more vulnerable than ever in her life, but being with her, speaking to her with the air around them so thick with emotion, he felt his own strength slicing. The layers of darkness around his black soulfulness were being pealed away, as if he had ripped open his pectus and exposed his beating essence to the frigid pelting, daring fate to spear up him through.

"That's why you're so afraid of the future. This place was the whole domain to you when you were a youngster, so you associate the whole existence with this billet. Eternal City was your slate to happiness, now you're afraid to will because you think some new horror will assail you if you try to leave. That was the real reason why you wanted to join the Swiss Guard. The church had saved you when you were a kid, so you thought you would always be safety if you stayed at the Bishop of Rome's side. You didn't want to protect the church ; you wanted the church to protect you."

Helena balled her manpower into fists and her slender shoulders trembled as she cried."All I ever wanted was to be warm. All I ever wanted was the assurance that I would never again be a victim. Maybe I should thank you for showing me how weak I really am, for showing me what a ridiculous life sentence I've lived ! I thought I had grown up from being that scared little girl crying under her bed, but all these geezerhood, I've just been lying to myself."

"No, you're wrong. Helena, you are strong than you could ever guess. Do you call back a doormat could own survived what you went through ? Could have fended off all the horrors completion in around her and made her escape ? Seizing her own liveliness and living it ? Do you think a weakling could defend criminals and even wound the Antichrist ? Every prison term you cursed me or affirm that you would never side with me, your strength was weakened by your contradicting emotions, but do you call up that night, the night we sparred ? There was no fear in you ; there was no hatred or even love. For that brief hour, you unleashed all the might pent up inside you and became a goddess, not because of what you felt for me, but because that was who you are.

You learned to fight because you were afraid of ever going back to that nightmare, because you feared alteration and the unnamed future. But the future I showed you, that was not some wish I had. That was your unfeigned self. That was the confident and elegant queen who conquered the human beings instead of fearing it. It's not weakness holding you back, but fear. If you never want to be a victim again, arrogate the world instead of hiding from it. I saw that strength the mo I met you, the strength to change the world. That's why I wanted you to be my fag, because you are the foremost person I ever met who I knew could fit that use. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are magnificent. I know it, even if you don't."

She stared up into the cloudy night sky, feeling the rain pelt her look. ‘ Is that true ? Am I really as strong as he says ? All this meter, have I been holding back simply because I've been afraid ? Can I really change the world ? Can I really… stop being afraid ?'

"I'm sorry."

She spun around, a crazy look to her eye. Had he… just apologized ? He had never apologized before, even after Daphne attacked her. The expression on his face was of honest regret, an verbal expression she never thought she would see on him.

"If I had known what you've been through, I never would suffer tormented you like I have. My methods… would have been different. I wasn't trying to truly hurt you or remind you of your past times. It was just my way of getting you to open up. I'm sorry… for everything."

She tackled him, unable to pink him off his feet but beating his chest wildly with her fists."Shut up ! Don't you dare excuse ! You think that saying you're sorry will make it all ok ? ! You think a few pretty words can stimulate up for everything you've done to me ? ! Don't you do this to me ! Don't you dare do this to me !"

She leaned against him, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Helena…"

"Don't you dare rationalize. Don't try to be nice to me, I hate when you're nice to me. Please, anything but that. Humiliate me, rape mortal, kill people, anything ! Be cruel ! Be evil ! Just please don't be nice to me !"She looked up at him, pressed to his chest with her heart overflowing with emotions."Please don't make it so hard for me to hate you ! I want to detest you so much, just like I used to, but every time you make me smile, every time you make me laugh, all the bad moment disappear. I don't know what to do !"

Xavier embraced her, holding her tightly with their faces inch apart."Helena, blockade thinking about what you're supposed to do, intercept thinking about what you're told to do, and hold back thinking about what the world has taught you is veracious and moral. Join me or reject me, I don't attention anymore. I just want you to finally be rid. Do what makes you felicitous and follow your inwardness and I will help oneself you however I can, even if it means staying out of your life forever. I've spent my whole spirit lying, but these are the unfeigned Word I'll ever say : Helena, I love you."

They stared deep into each other's eyes before Helena finally stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Saint Francis Xavier. With their bodies shivering in the rainfall, they stood like statues, holding each other while their joined brim moved like waving. After all the sentence capital of Montana had spent seething with ire and drowning in desperation, she never felt like she was on a track so right as she was now. For so long, her hate and love for Saint Francis Xavier had been entwined so tightly in her tenderness that she couldn't narrate them apart, but by casting everything else aside, she could at concluding feel her dependable flavor overflowing from within her. For the for the first time sentence, she was opening her nerve and indulging her genuine desires, no longer caring about what she had been taught to think. At last, she was free.

Xavier was in a similar state, experiencing something that never interested him, but now realizing it was the strongest indigence in his someone. All the women he had been with, all of the cruel and sinful things he had done to them, but it was this bare kiss that was shaking him down to his very core. This was not some subjection or achievement. This was fulfillment, something that almost made him leave his dark origins and made him find like a simple human. Like her, he was finally ready to commute. Like her, he was finally able-bodied to admit the future, as long as they were together.

The kiss at end ended and he wiped away her bout."seminal fluid on, let's get you home and out of the rain."



Helena and Xavier materialized in her dorm room. Nearby, Sophie was reasoned asleep, completely untouched and with a pure mind. Clutching his arm, Helena appeared almost drugged, her mind fried from the vortex of emotions she had just experienced. As gentle as could be, Saint Francis Xavier undressed her and put away aside her wet clothes. She didn't move at all or oppose to his touch. Once she was down to just her bra and panties, he laid her out on the bed with her dorsum to him and put the blanket over her. Leaning down, he kissed her shoulder and got up to leave.

"Wait."He turned back as Helena sat up. She reached out to him and he gave her his hand, letting her postponement it against the face of her side and kiss it."I'll do it. I'm done lying to myself and denying what I truly want. I'll be your faggot and your wife. I'm gear up to act forward into the future with you. Xavier, I love you."

He smiled and sat down on the bed, cupping her cheek with his other script. The smile on his look was one he had never worn. It was like when she was on the diving board, but so much more powerful. It wasn't just elementary enjoyment or happiness he was feeling. It was as if she could see everything within him, the darkest confines of his unholy soul exposed to the Light of her dear. She could at final stage see everything, including how very much he had changed since meeting her.

Slowly she came back to life and he could see felicity in her glowing middle, the relief of finally being capable to shed the weight she had carried. She had learned to crusade to protect her consistence, became a drumbeater to protect her mind, and wrapped herself in lies to protect her heart, but at last, she was allowing herself to stand bare and exposed, feeling the air kiss her skin for the first fourth dimension. She had forced herself to be strong her stallion life history, but it was allowing herself to be vulnerable here and now that would help her to turn, more than anything else.

"But we need to set some background rules. first gear of all, this is a monogamous kinship. None of that"servant female child tierce"bullshit. Until I die, you have to be completely loyal."

Xavier gave a sonant chuckle."Very well, but I'll keep waiting for you to get a perverted hunger and want to try something new."

"Second : no more rack people, especially me. You can't do what you did to those fille back there in that apartment. So let everyone go. No more collars."

"Of course."

"one-third : when we take over the creation, you have to promise that you will better it instead of ruler it with an iron fist or destroy it."

"I'm just going to result all that stuff to you. Anything else ?"

She held his hands with a sad smile on her cheek, but when she looked up at him, it was stark peach."You promise this is all real ? That this isn't some virtual joke ?"

"I promise."

Blushing, she slowly pushed the strap of her bra off her shoulders."Then need me, my king."

They leaned forward and began to kiss, gently at first, Xavier letting Helena get accustomed to the act. After a bit, he reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra, letting it skid free. Having no need to feel embarrass, she tossed it aside with a coy smile and resumed kissing him. He leaned forward, laying her out on her back while using his powers to make his apparel disappear. Lying next to her, he slid his hands under the bed sheet and into her panties. After all the times he had done it before, she at cobbler's last wait forward to it. His fingers rolled over her labia like waves lapping at the shore, gently stimulating the entree before finally slipping into her. Helena didn't have to hide her sex heaving and her whine of pleasure. She could finally acknowledge everything without embarrassment.

As his finger moved inside her, he had his thumb on her clitoris, playing it like a stick and making her representative steadily arise in volume. Above, he was switching back and forth between kissing her on the lips and kissing her breasts. Helena reached under the covers and grasped his manhood, mentally preparing herself for penetration. It felt so hot, like alloy from a smithy, and she could feel Xavier's pulsation in the mineral vein and muscles. So focused was she that she didn't bill her edifice orgasm until it was past the point of no return. She began to moan, her interpreter matching the quickening move of his fingers. She pulled her lips away from his, burying her face in the side of his neck and clutching him while she erupted. In the greatest culmination of her life sentence, a splattering of stimulation soaked Xavier's hand while she cried out in cristal.

He pulled his hand away and began licking it clean."I'd say you're ready."

She looked away from him, blushing in embarrassment.

"What ?"he laughed.

"Could you… uh… could you just… just please…"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

He then moved on top of her, holding himself up with the shaft of his manhood resting against her pussy. The way she was blushing, that cute heaving, the fever-like dizziness in her eyes ; they were driving him wild in lust. He cupped her brass and brushed his thumb across her balmy lips. She opened her oral cavity and began to give suck on it, then started kissing his palm.

"You're just too cute. I've been waiting for this since the moment I first saw you. Ready ?"

She gave a unquiet nod, hiding her mouth behind her hands. He kissed her on the brow and worked himself in. From the import the header spread the lips of her pussy, Helena's panting increase and her crimson brightened. Xavier pushed all the way in, rupturing her Hymen and deflowering her. He stopped for a mo, letting her get used to the smell. In her voice was a mix of pain and euphoria, but the longer he waited, the frail the early became and the stronger the latter grew.

"How does it feel to lose your virginity to the Antichrist ?"

She giggled."It's wonderful. But if you give me any Cupid's disease, I'll kill you."

Taking that as a sign that she was cook, he pulled out of her, letting her virgin rake drip off his phallus and stain the sheets. He pushed it back in, making her yelp and archway her backbone. From there, front eased, and Xavier began gently thrusting into her while they resumed kissing. At first, Helena had her legs wrapped around his waist, but as his jabbing increased in velocity and strength and her pleasure grew in profoundness, they spread apart and were in the air. Helena was whining in cloud nine, every impact of Xavier's dick making her feel like a shell of concrete was breaking off her someone.

Neither one of them had ever felt anything like this, being so deeply connected to another someone. Helena had always kept multitude at a length and Xavier had always disregarded and looked down on mankind, but at last, they were on the like storey and exposing their deepness to each former. For the first base time, they were allowing themselves to be vulnerable and relishing the tone of everything between them melting away.

"Xavier, I'm…"

"I know, hold on."

He further sped up his thrusts, now using his soundbox weight to flap down down into her. Helena's whine was turning into a shrill moan and a euphoric grin was on her face."Oh God ! Oh God ! OH GOD ! I'M CUMMING !"

She again arched her back as her moan reached new book. In the middle of her climax, Xavier suddenly grabbed her and held the two of them vertical. She grasped his berm, riding his cock and moaning like an opera singer. They continued in this position for several instant, with Helena using her weight to beat back Saint Francis Xavier's prick deeper and abstruse inside her and Xavier picking her up and dropping her onto his lap. While she rose and fell, their sassing joined and parted like the clouds joining the horizon. This was the most amazing experience of her life, and easily the most pleasurable. Why hadn't anyone told her sex was so much fun ? !

They soon switched positions, still remaining erect but now with her back to him. He supported her with his weaponry, letting her suck on his fingers and using his other hired man to make for with her clitoris. With his powers, he was channeling a lilliputian electric car shock from his fingertips to the nub, just enough to stimulate the nerves but without inflicting pain in the ass. After LE than a minute, she had a deafening chain or coming, cumming again and again, not even feeling Xavier ejaculating inside her and filling her uterus with his semen. Her consistency hobble, he lowered her down and pulled out of her, his seed slowly starting to dribble from her pussy. Xavier leaned down and kissed her, making her purr.

"I love you,"he murmured.

"I love you too."

She rolled over, giving him a tired smile and holding his paw."So this is real, isn't it ? Us ? Our future ?"

"Yeah, it's real."



capital of Montana woke up and turned off her alarm system, taking a moment to call up before rising. live dark, she had accepted her feelings for Saint Francis Xavier and the two of them made passion. Or had that all been a dream ? The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra or panty told her it had really happened. She smiled and touched her pussy, a piffling sore from being deflowered and gummy with Xavier's cum. To think, she had fallen in lovemaking with the Antichrist. But for the starting time time, she could see the future tense clearly, as well as the world. Sophie was boring to stir, even to the beeping of the alarm clock, giving Helena time to put back on her underclothing. She rubbed her neck, feeling her collar and being gladiolus to wear it.

She and Sophie got dressed, both complaining about how much they missed sleeping in during holiday. About to leave the room with Sophie for breakfast, Helena stopped and looked to her bedside table. There, beside her clock, her trinity necklace lay. She picked it up and stared at it. While her future tense was crystal-clear, her faith had now blurred. Saint Francis Xavier was validation that God existed, but everything he had told her at that coffee bar also rang confessedly. Was God indifferent ? Incompetent ? Sadistic ? Either way, she was done waiting for him to designate her the way. With Xavier at her side, she was going to cut up out her own way, her own destiny.



Approaching the classroom, Helena was suddenly whelm with jumpiness. Xavier would be there, and while it would finally be gracious to sense happiness when seeing him… they just had sex. No topic what, it would be awkward. She at final stage entered the classroom and saw him. Their middle met and they both smiled, hers bright and happy, and his… despondent, of all things. It was a sad smile, one that showed joy like hers, but telling her that there was something wrong. Oh well, he just probably wasn't used to being in a consenting, monogamous relationship.

The day passed by in a haze, with Helena intoxicated on a cocktail of endorphins. All her accent had vanished in one dark, both the tension between her and Saint Francis Xavier and the annoyance of her past that she had kept bottled up. Then there was also the beginning of this new kinship. For the starting time time in her life, she had a boyfriend, and she couldn't be happy. Every minute was drop thinking of him, waiting for Nox to come so that they could be together. Not even Sister Olivia could dampen her mood, the nun having been stripped of her memory board of Xavier's torturing. Unfortunately, that loss of fear had turned her backrest into a ball-busting cunt.

In the pursuit daytime, Xavier and Helena worked out a routine. During social class, they would go about their business without giving anyone a reason to surmise anything. If they happened to suffer exempt period of time at the Lapplander meter, they would slip off to some smooth street corner of the school and crap love. During the Nox, after Sophie fell asleep, capital of Montana would lie awake and eagerly wait to finger him slide under the sheet, his lips to the back of her neck and his hand between her peg. For her, life was perfect.



capital of Montana was panting with her face flushed and a wide smile. She and Xavier were naked in her bedroom, having snuck off in the middle of lunch. She was sitting on his face and he was drinking her in, swirling his spit around in her sweet king protea and savoring the taste of her nitty-gritty. Every picture of his clapper was cristal, making her toes stretch out and curve. She looked down at his erection, sprawled out like a beached hulk. Should she do something ? She had given him a couple bridge player jobs since she first made love, but… should she do Thomas More ? He was using his mouth on her, so it was only fair.

She slowly leaned down and brought her face close to his manhood. After all the erotica she had watched, she certainly knew how it worked. She was nervous about doing such a thing, even though she had already had sex. sure as shooting, she had sided with the Antichrist, but she still had some innocence. But on the other hand, she and Saint Francis Xavier were going to drop their lives together, so she was going to do it eventually. She might as well start now…

Pointing it straight up, she opened her oral fissure and slowly put her natural language out. If anything could be said about Xavier, he maintained very estimable hygienics and kept everything manicured down there, but there was still a very manly musk. The feel was overwhelming, striking deep down into the nub of her femininity. In a way, it was more stimulating than the movements of his clapper. Tentatively, she brought her natural language up the gibe and could feel his unanimous dead body react. It wasn't a bad flavor, and she could taste the salt from his exertion. She licked him again and a third base clip, slowly figuring it out. Having worked up some sureness, she kissed the headway, surprised by the incredibly estrus her lips felt. She swirled her tongue around it, letting her saliva run down the length. At finis, she was ready.

scuttle her mouth, she took it in as far as she could. Because of the height deviation, she could only get the first few inch, but she rolled his cock around in her mouth lovingly. Already, her nervousness was gone and she felt this become like second nature to her. She instinctively knew to proceed her dentition away and to use the sides of her face as much as possible. Shocking her, Xavier sat up, still holding onto her with his tongue never leaving her slit.

Curling his posture removed the elevation difference between them, sending his hammer barreling into her throat. At for the first time she struggled, feeling her gag reflex response activating and her breathing being blocked. Xavier put his paw on her head, not to hold her down, but to calm her, and after a few arcsecond, she managed to relax her throat. Breathing between crusade, she started bobbing her head, drowning his hammer in saliva and then slurping it up.

She raised her head, gasping for air with her intellect overwhelmed with lust. infernal region, was she enjoying this more than he was ? She began stroking him, using her spit as lubricating substance, then bent down and started licking it like a popsicle, before again letting it probe the depths of her throat. Xavier could finger it, her sexual pleasure increasing in strength, signaled by the increasing wetness of her young pussy. She was conclusion to cumming, and he as well. He started bucking his hips, skull-fucking her with Helena feeling cipher but kinky joy. She simply held her head stationary and allowed him to use her mouth as he pleased. They both came a minute later, Helena moaning in euphoria as Xavier filled her rima oris with come. It tasted horrific and oozed down her pharynx, but she was too horny to care. She sucked on his turncock like a vacuum, devouring every conclusion glob like it was chocolate syrup. More, she needed more stimulation. She couldn't let it end here.

She continued sucking him off, refusing to let him go flaccid. Once he had regained his erection, she sat up and moved onto his lap, letting him enter her. She gasped in happiness as his stopcock slid into her pussy and began rocking back and Forth River on it. Xavier lied back with a satisfied smirk, watching as her tight, teen ass bob across his lap like a rolling pin. The way she was moving left him breathing heavy, the champion of his pecker being stirred in her velvet arm making his consistence search for any fresh ammunition to fire.

Helena leaned back and Xavier lifted her up by the back of her knees and again started bucking his hips, driving straight up into her with almost inhuman force. Helena was moaning at the top of her lungs, struggling to hold on her balance on his cock as he harpooned her womanhood with it. The look on her face was one of epicurean madness, a all over surrender to sexual pleasure.

"You're so loose ! You must really be enjoying this !"

"Oh God ! It feels so secure !"

She turned around to face him and changed her position, crouching on the bed so that he could retain thrusting up into her. She looked so felicitous. It actually warmed Saint Francis Xavier's lightlessness heart in style he couldn't describe. A coy smile on his case, he reached down and sting his digit in her ass, making her hollo in shock and joy. He moved his finger inside her anus, pumping her with it while his peter punished her snatch.

In only a minute, she gave that signature moan."Oh God ! I'm cumming !"

Droplets of her euphory splashed across his lap and she collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. Once she had calmed, she kissed his chest a few times and then moved up to let her lips link up his.

She looked into his eye, a smile of warmth and erotic love on her rose flower petal lips."I should induce given in to you the day I met you. This has all been wonderful beyond words. But I'm surprised ; I spend a week with you and I'm already a profane jezebel."

Xavier put his arm around her and kissed her on the brow."Sami. You're the first person I've actually truly cared about."

She bolted up."Oh diddley ! We're going to be late for our next class !"

Her expression then became red with embarrassment and she covered her mouth. expletive was still something new to her.



Xavier and Helena rushed into the schoolroom just as the bell rang. They weren't out of hint, as Xavier had used his powers to teleport them to an discharge part of the edifice and make their way from there. Sister"the sphinx"Olivia turned back to them with an wild glower."You're late, both of you."

Helena glared correctly back, having yet to go back on her Christian Bible to contain fearing the nun."We're in the classroom before the bell, so technically we aren't."

"Well the class has started and you're not in your seats. That's detention."

"According to the school enchiridion, the Vanessa Bell is to narrate scholarly person to get to their seats, which we were in the unconscious process of doing. You can't punish us for following the rules. You're the one getting in our way."

Sister Olivia began to tremble with craze at Helena's lack of fright. ‘ impertinent brat !'“ Well let's see what the Disciplinary committee has to say about this !"

"Go ahead ! Waste their time like you're wasting away ours. Right now, you're being an even swelled pause than we are."

Everyone in the year looked back and forth between capital of Montana and sister Olivia, feeling like they were about to witness a bloody putsch.

"guide your seats."

They did as they were told, glad the situation had defused itself. babe Olivia cleared her throat and began to speak."Now that you're all here, I have good news. I'm sure you're already well cognizant of it by now, but at the end of this workweek, the entire 11th and 12th degree course will go on a fieldtrip. We'll be going to Jerusalem for three days and leave on the fourth. You need to…"

Saint Francis Xavier was no longer listening to her. He was sitting his desk, his face downcast and his body trembling. formula masses wouldn't be able to see it, but Helena's eyes recognized it immediately. It was too balmy for her to hear, but she knew he was chuckling.



"What's going on ? Why'd you bring me here ?"

Lily and Saint Francis Xavier were standing at the entrance to the school, with Lily back in her uniform. Sighing, Xavier rubbed the top of her head."You're a honest kid, easily than someone like me deserves."

Through that inter-group communication, he gave her a total mind-wipe, erasing himself from her memories, while at the same prison term, restoring her to her original virgin variant, untouched by any man. Her eyes rolled back into her straits from the tough reboot and she collapsed. Xavier caught her before she could hit the undercoat and sat her down on the tone of the school entrance.

Retaining contact, he used her decimated genial State to construct some changes, when she would be susceptible to trace."Stop doubting yourself and letting manipulative people walk all over you. Go out and find some supporter, your instructor and classmates care about you. Once you graduate, find a nice guy who treats you like a princess, marry him, and have some kids. You deserve to be happy."

He let go of her and walked away. He had already taken aid of anyone who might ask interrogative as to where she had been, so there wouldn't be any complications with her reintegration with school life. She'd be fine. She had just needed mortal to sacrifice her a little push. In his mind, Saint Francis Xavier was thinking back to all the hoi polloi he had messed with, both with and without collars. He had been teleporting back and Forth across the world, finding the the great unwashed he had hurt and erasing himself from their memories. It was a farsighted and tiring process, but Lily had been the go one and Daphne before her, the only one whose storage he hadn't erased. Or was there one more ? He had a look he was forgetting someone…



Thane sat in the schooltime church, deep in thought and prayer. Ever since his fight with Saint Francis Xavier, he had been racking his brain nonstop in the search of a way to defeat him. He had read every Good Book he could get his hands on, but had found zilch that would suggest a way to overreach the Antichrist. If only he could get service from the Christian church, but the stain Saint Francis Xavier left stopped him from any form of contact. For all he knew, the secret could be buried somewhere in the Vatican Archives, but even if he wasn't branded, he didn't have the authority to attend. Xavier had said that even he didn't know if he was completely unstoppable, meaning that there had to be something in this human beings that could stamp out him. If Thane couldn't find it, he would sustain to bank others to do it. He as one man couldn't defeat the Antichrist, but he could do the next topper thing.



Helena was sitting in don Hauser's hospital room. His condition hadn't changed since the go metre she visited him, but according to Xavier, his judgment was okay and he would wake up once his body finished healing. He had left her alone, giving her privacy. This was the first clip she had seen him since she and Xavier were first intimate. All the times before, she had used the priest as a bulwark to rebound her problems and fears off of, soul to hear to her vent about her horrible place even if he couldn't actually hear her. With all the time she had spent complaining about Xavier, it felt unusual to verbalize about him now in happiness.

"Father Hauser, can you try me ? It's me, Helena. To be honest, I hope you can't, because you would probably be disappointed beyond words of me. The truth is… I've fallen in honey with Xavier. I know he's the Antichrist, and my worst incubus is that this will all be some horrifying trick he's playing on me, but I'm done lying to myself about my true desires and I'm done letting other people tell me justly from incorrectly. He's the number one person to ever really challenge me, to make me think, to piss me experience, to make me strive… former than you of form. I'm ready to pass my life with him. I'm gear up to change the world and use his powers to make it better."She clutched his hand and dotted it with tears, tears of unspeakable happiness."I hope that when you wake up and Xavier and I get married, you'll see it in your heart to throw me away at our wedding."

As expected, no reply came, and Helena gave a small laugh."Just think about it."



Helena and Xavier walked down the street back towards the school.

"So what exactly is the architectural plan ? How are we going to need dominance of the world ?"

"You'll see on the field of honor trip."

"You mean to Jerusalem ? What are you going to do there ?"

"The Christian church of the Holy Sepulchre : It was there that Christ was killed and then disappeared to bring back to paradise. It was there that the magnate of God left this globe. Christ died on the very precipice of a transfiguration, when the force of his miracles would evolve into true divinity and he would be able to rein the world. That metabolism was stopped when he died, but all I have to do is reach that point and ultimate power will be mine. I'll be capable to start summoning my minions from Scheol and recruit an army to deal over the world. No state will be able to defy our violence, and once everyone surrenders, you and I will be the king and queen of the new world."

"If that's all it takes, why didn't you do it earlier ? Why not just go to the place where Christ died as soon as his body was removed ?"

"I'll admit, I could have done that, but that would be boring. I wanted to explore the macrocosm, see everything mankind had to offer. I wanted to catch history require office. I've lived for more than two thousand years. I've seen empires ascend and precipitate, I've traveled the globe again and again, and I've done everything I wanted to. The reality has stagnated and I've just about run out of seat to go and matter to find. It's sentence for me to determine down and realize my destiny. I came to this school simply because it would devote me an excuse to go there."

"Did you ever forgather him ? Jesus, I mean."

"Yes, I met him. I was the one who met him in the desert, not my father."

"What was he like ?"

Xavier chuckled and looked up at the clear sky."Let's just say that even I admired him. He was a very wise and skilful man, an excellent nemesis for me. It actually saddened me when he was crucified, because I was denied my competition. `` We are going to do a tremendous affair to you -- we are going to deprive you of an enemy. '' Georgi Arbatov said that when he visited the United States in 1987. He really put it into words how I felt when Jesus died so pathetically. The Book of Revelation would consume been awesome, the war we could have fought. You could almost say it was his death that made me misplace my interest in taking over the world. I didn't see a stage if I wouldn't get to fight him for it."

capital of Montana walked over and kissed him on the cheek."seminal fluid on, we'll talk while we eat."

They arrived back in the schooltime just in meter for lunch. They made their way to the cafeteria, packed with hungry students. As they got their food, Thane entered the edifice. He tried to put on a poker nerve, even though his heart felt like it would erupt from his breast. He spotted Xavier across the room, feeling a cold swither at the sight of him. With him was Helena. Wait, was she… smiling ? Why would a hostage smile ? Was this Stockholm Syndrome ? Either way, it was time for him to act.

‘ May God have mercy on my soul.'

Thane reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, bought on the street. It was a cheap Chinese knockoff of an American model, but it would get the job done. He raised it above his head and emptied the magazine into the cap, filling the cafeteria with the echoing of gunshots. Screams came after as everyone ducked for cover. bookman not seated merely fell to the trading floor like fainting goats.

Thane loaded a new mag and pulled back the slide."XAVIER !"

Gun in hand, he moved towards Xavier and Helena, crouched down near the middle of the room.

‘ Aw shit, I knew there was someone I had forgotten.'“ Helena, move back. I don't know what's going to happen."

"postponement, maybe we can talk him out of this !"

"That won't work and you know it. Just detain back."

Xavier stood up and faced Thane, showing no veneration to the gun pointed at him. He had to admit, he was disappointed. Did Thane really think he could kill him with that ?

"Who are you and what do you want with me ?"

He had to put up a movement that he and Thane had never met. It would be best if he didn't blow his cover.

"Don't give me that ! You challenged me and here I am. I'm finally making my move. Everyone, mind to me ! This man is the Antichrist ! I can examine it !"

Hushed mussitation flooded through the cafeteria. Thane was a legend in this school, but with his unnatural doings and getup, he didn't exactly promote an image of unfaltering mental health. Had he snapped ? Had he gone crazy ? But on the other hand, he was a Junior exorcist, a prodigy at that. If anyone in this school had what it took to bump the Antichrist, it has him. For him to go to such mensuration, there had to be despair driving him. What was it that would cause him to make such a bold face accusation ? Was it possible… that he was right ?

"I'm not the Antichrist !"

"You may stimulate everyone in this school deceived, but not me ! Everyone ! It was here, the offset time I encountered him that I saw the inhuman evil in his black mortal ! I saw his thirst for blood and the end of the world as clearly as you see me now ! And it was here that I faced him one on one ! This sunburn on my hand came from him destroying my rosary ! He cursed me to hold back me from spreading his secret, but I won't be silenced !"

"Listen, just put the gun down. You're not well. You need help. Don't do something that can be fixed. There is still a chance for you to do the right thing and lay aside yourself."

"I am doing the right thing. This gun isn't for killing you. It's for proving who you are. At this range, no human being can possibly sidestep, and as you just saw, this gun procedure just fine. If I pull this trigger, nothing but an act of God will observe the bullet from piercing your lightlessness fondness. You'll either survive the nip or use your top executive to deflect the bullet. Either way, you'll be revealed as the unholy monster that you are. If I can't putting to death you, I can at to the lowest degree let the sleep of the creation know that you exist. I'm willing to put on the line life in prison or decease if it means giving mankind a chance."

Xavier worked to bottle up a maniacal grin. ‘ Clever shit ! A splendid sacrificial motion ! It's a shame you're only human, you would have made a wonderful nemesis. darn you, God ! darn you for not making him the second coming of Christ ! The war we could have waged on each other would have been a dream come avowedly ! For once, I can damn my strength. If I were weakly, he could accept posed a true challenge to me.'“ red cent it, I'm not the Antichrist ! If you pull the induction, you'll slaying me, an innocent human ! Do you want that on your conscience ? Do you really want to spend the rest of your lifetime in jail and then go to perdition for killing ? ! Don't turn this into a hag hunt !"

"I've seen your evil with my own two eyes ! There is no mistaking it ! This sunburn on my hired man is proof of everything ! Now show us who you really are !"

He pulled the trigger and Xavier gave a flick of his finger's breadth. A dim clicking was heard and the blood drained from Thane's face.

‘ Unfortunately, I am too powerful to be forced into a corner by a mere human.'“ What did I tell you ? You're loony. You were so excited about painting me as a monster that you forgot to chamber a beat when you reloaded. Students at a Catholic boarding school never watch enough activity moving-picture show to know how a gun works."

Thane staggered back, looking at the gun. Was it potential ? Had he used his ability to propel the smoke out of the bedroom ?"You son of a beef ! I did chamber a cycle ! I know I did !"

"This is your last fortune ! Just put the gun down before you hurt individual !"

"Never !"

He reached out to pull back the slide, but Xavier tackled him before he could seize it. The two men tumbled to the floor and Xavier delivered a skull-fracturing punch to the eye, knocking Thane out and letting him pry the gun out of his hired hand.

He stood up, pointing the arm at him."Nice try."



All the educatee watched as the police took Thane away in cuff, with his gun in an evidence bag. He was locked in the back of a team car with an ice pack over his eye. instructor and students were talking to the police, giving their statement. From what Xavier could hear, no one had seen Thane chamber a circle. It was an easy movement for them to drop in the cargo process. Those situated around him would throw been too focused on getting out of his way to watching him, and anyone who did see it would have been too hopped up on epinephrine to recollect. Helena stood by his side of meat, wanting to hold his hand. She was reminded of back when the two of them fought those muggers and one of them pulled a gun on him. She had no clue if a gun would even work on Xavier, but it terrified her nonetheless, and she was grateful that he was still with her.

"It's a rattling disgrace,"Saint Francis Xavier said. She looked up at him."He would consume made an splendid nemesis."



In the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. that passed, rumour swirled around Xavier that he could not suppress. Forcing the bullet train back into the clip had been his honorable option, but Thane had thought this through. As rational an account as it was, for him to be so lucky that Thane"forgot"to chamber a round was cipher myopic of a miracle. Had it really been human error ? Had God saved Xavier's life ? Or was that the work of the Antichrist ?



Father Brian sat in an interrogation room with Thane. The student was handcuffed and let his nous bent. It was the early daybreak, just before the fieldtrip. In Father Brian's manpower was a folder with Xavier's gens on it."You should have spoken to me before doing something so reckless. Do you have any idea how a good deal worry you are in ?"

"I couldn't William Tell you ! I couldn't tell anyone ! That bastard put some kind of seal on me that stopped me from talking. Every time I tried, my throat would close up and I would nearly suffocate."

"Alex, don't you know how you sound right now ? The Antichrist isn't in the schooltime and he certainly is a student. None of the signs of the Revelation have manifested. Besides…"He tossed the file onto the brand table and let the contents slide out. They were Xavier's mark, medical history, and crime syndicate setting."He's squeaky clean. He was a hyperactive little kid, misbehaved once in while as he grew sometime, and straightened his act in the geezerhood before coming to the schooltime. He's had all of his vaccination and I have a transcript of his grad from earlier geezerhood, some senior high and some low. I've even spoken with his parents over the phone. He's completely normal."

"A short too pattern, maybe ? How do we bang he didn't forge all of those document ? You said you spoke to his parents over the telephone, but have you ever met anyone in person who could sustain his existence before coming to the school ?"Father Brian stared at him, unsure of how to answer."I faced him. He destroyed my rosary and burned my hand in the cognitive process. I will accept, my architectural plan had elbow room for error, but I assure you that I did chamber a round. His powers are beyond belief and the Vatican must be warned ! They're the only unity with even a hazard of beating him !"

"I'm sorry, Alex. I'm sorry that you were put under such strenuous consideration all these long time and weren't properly looked out for. Maybe if you had gotten the service you need, you wouldn't be in this hatful. I will implore for you."

Cleaning up the contents of the single file, Father Brian knocked on the door and it was opened. He stepped outside and was met with the chief of police force and a adult female he didn't recognize.

"You know the culprit, don't you ? Do you know what would make him snap like that ?"the head asked.

"Yes, I do. I helped him get his public figure out to the Vatican as a gifted exorcist. For the past brace month, he's been obsessed with finding some variety of evil bearing in the school. He thought that there was a demon of some sort, but we never found any grounds to plunk for it up. Why ? What is this about ?"

The head motioned to the woman at his side."This is Malinda Tameo, head of forensics. There is something she needs to express you."



Father Brian, the constabulary chief, and the scientist stood in the forensics lab of the station. There was a table in between them with light reparation under a bleary screen. The pistol was set out.

"Now according to reports, Thane fired seven shots when he entered the edifice, using up all the bullet train in his first magazine."

The woman activated the table and red light shone on the gun, illuminating respective fingerprints. The print caught the luminance like roughage optics and displayed the depths of their detail.

She laid out a CAT scan of the collected mark, digitally copied off the gun."These are the fingerprints he would have got left when he loaded the first magazine. As you can see, his hand makes the right shape to root for back the slide and chamber a round. The rationality why they're so clearly visible is because when he fired all his bullets up, he coated the gun in pulverization residuum, a lot of it. That residue clung to the oils his hand left rump, just like the dusting pulverisation we use to arise print. Now, I assume he cleaned the gun before using it, probably to wee-wee sure it worked perfectly and wouldn't campaign problem. That would explain the lack of prints older than these. However…"She flipped a button on the tabular array and a blue igniter shone up, this prison term revealing a different set of print."These photographic print came after. See, there is significantly less residue in these prints, as it was removed from the gun."

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"The residue clung to the oils of the prints from the number 1 time he loaded the weapon, but the secondment prints murder the residual, meaning that he put his hired hand on the gun again and pulled it away with residue on his digit. The first prints came before the first firing off, the mo prints came after. He did pull back the slide after he reloaded.

Also, we tested the hummer and the gun. The firing mechanism and the clip were working perfectly, and the bullet that should throw been fired wasn't a dud. We also examined the casing and found scratches that the others in the cartridge holder didn't have, scratches that come from entering the chamber."

"You mean that…"

"There is no reason I can find that that bullet shouldn't have been fired. The gun was working, the bullet train was alright, and there is all the way evidence that he chambered the beat. There is no rational account for this event."

begetter Brian gripped his cross."There is one."



If was the morning of the domain trip, ahead of time aurora to be precise, and the 11th and 12th grade classes were boarding the 747 that would direct them to Israel. The sun had just started to move up on the airdrome and everyone was as queasy as could be to be visiting the Holy Land. No longer caring what mass thought, capital of Montana picked her tail beside Xavier and even clutched his bridge player.

She was surprised, seeing a sad grinning on his face."Is something faulty ?"

"No, aught is wrong. Everything is… as it should be."

As he spoke, the sound of sirens broke the windlessness of the early morning and police cars flooded the tarmac. Among them were SWAT vans and ship's officer in full-of-the-moon body armor with assault rifles. They formed a ring around the plane, terrifying the students. What was going on ? Had some sort of bomb calorimeter threat had been made ?

With a 100 artillery pointed at the carpenter's plane, the gaffer of police pulled out a megaphone."Saint Francis Xavier Michaels ! Come out with your handwriting up !"

All eyes turned to Xavier, eyes wax of threat. Their fear only grew as Saint Francis Xavier began to laugh. It was a deep, maniacal cackle, and when he spoke, it was a vox none of them recognized but all feared."Thane, that glorious bastard. seem his plan worked and he spilled my mystical. I'll have to commemorate him for that."

He stood up and stepped into the aisle on his side of the plane. Everyone around him was screaming, knowing now that he was the Antichrist. Helena's suitcase on his mitt tightened, fearful of what was about to come about."Xavier, please. Don't let the other students get caught up in this."

"As you wish. To all my beau students, I thank you for the howling time I've spent at Rosewood University, and out of my discernment, I give the following advice : duck and cover song. It's clock time for me to present the world what true power looks like."
Outside, the constabulary gasped in horror as a shaft of dark erupted from inside the planer, firing straight up. The blast was over ten feet wide and looked like a black optical maser. The metal of the planing machine immediately began to deteriorate as if splashed with acid, causing the ceiling to be burned away. Inside, all the bookman were cowering on the base while their behind burned with black flame. From the perdition rose a figure, not seen by mortal oculus in centuries. Saint Francis Xavier stood, his straight form revealed.
At twenty ft in height, his body was humanoid and incredibly muscular. His skin had been replaced with a red hide of scales, draconic almost. His tibia, forearms, and chest were encased in a shine total darkness armor, the plates seemingly division of his eubstance, like the case of a scorpion. Plates also hung around his shank, almost like a knight's armored annulus. His man pegleg were now more like a predatory dinosaur's, with his ankles resembling a moment set of knees that would provide him to run on all Little Joe. He had a long tail, lined with brand made of the Saame obsidian ivory as his armor. Stretching from his back were two cracking backstage, each stretching XL feet with a black tissue layer between the bones. His face was still anthropomorphic, but his nose had flattened and his eyes were yellow with pussy for pupil. He had a pair of horns protruding from his brow, with a helmet framing the boundary of his face like a beard while leaving his face exposed. The top of his head word was a black balefire, burning furiously.

All the humans stared at him with unsurpassable repulsion, unable to think what they were looking at and standing in the presence off. Even Helena felt some fear, shocked that this was the side of Xavier that he had always kept hidden, but she had to admit, she kind of liked the face. Just by standing there, he looked powerful beyond watchword, an intimidating berserker that couldn't be stopped.

Xavier examined his deal and laughed."Ah, it's been too long since I was last able-bodied to exact this contour. Sometimes I just get so cramped in that tiny human body. At last, I can dilute my wings for one last ride."

Whenever Xavier honestly spoke, either when trying to affright person or just remove all doubt that he was the Antichrist, his voice would get so abstruse and subtle that it almost seemed cold-blooded, with an animalistic growl in his throat. Finally, Helena could see the body that that voice truly belonged to. They certainly matched.

"Everyone open fire !"

Following the chief's command, all of the law officeholder raised their weapon system and shot every smoke they had, emptying all their mag in just a few s. Every bullet train that hit Xavier bounced off his exterior like moths hitting a Light Within medulla and rained down into the planer. Once they stopped to reload, he snapped his fingers and all of the weapons exploded like grenades, hurling the copper back and ripping through them with shrapnel.

"You aren't nearly enough to keep me entertained. fan out the word to Israel and everyone in between and tell them that I'm coming. Maybe they can leave me a challenge."He then turned to Helena and crouched down, holding his giant star hand out to her."Your throne, my queen."

Smiling, Helena climbed into his palm like it was a hummock and he held her against him.

"Now, to our new public order."

He gave a mightily flap of his flank and launched himself into the sky, flying towards the place chosen by destiny.



In the time of day that passed, Xavier and Helena left Italy, flew over the ocean, and were now passing over Greece. He had her in his coat of arms, protecting her from the farting. He had to mind both his speed and altitude. At first of all, capital of Montana had been amazed and terrified from the actualisation that she was flying. This was certainly different from riding a Vespa around Rome, but now she had gotten used to it and was enjoying the scenery, even though it was shooting past her. It felt so unknown to be held in the arms of this frightening ogre. To think that this had been hidden inside of Xavier all this sentence. She could sense the power in him, a roaring deluge just waiting to be unleashed.

"Once we get back over the ocean, I suspect we'll find some company. That domain of the Mediterranean will be a hotbed of military ships. Hopefully they can pass me a challenge."

"You sound excited."

"Of trend, I haven't had a substantial fight in long time ! I have to bask it while I can !"

capital of Montana looked up at him."While you can ? I know I want to head off gore when we take over, but you'll inevitably get the fight you desire after this."He didn't respond."Xavier ?"

"Once the fight starts, I'll make sure to teleport you to a safe location. Even with my powers, it would be a bad musical theme to have you with me with all the firepower they'll be throwing."

They returned to flying over the sea, and as soon as they left Grecian air space, two squirt zoomed past times them.

"Ah, those must be from Meleagris gallopavo. Now the fun begins. Sorry, dearest, but you may get a fiddling wet."
She teleported out of his weaponry, reappearing on a cargo ships buoy down below. Dampened with the foamy droplets of the sea around her, she looked up to see the two jets closing in on Xavier. From under the olfactory organ of the aircrafts, twin automobile torpedo began firing off rounds so fast that the case-by-case gunshot were barely audible. Laughing, Saint Francis Xavier swooped down towards the sea, dodging the stream of bullets. Reaching the water, he opened his wings and shot off across the surface with daily round splattering in the ocean around him. He soon pulled up and reversed himself in the air, closing in on the two jets. His handwriting raised, he sliced off the wing of one of the jets with his claw, sending it spiraling out of ascendence. He turned around chased after the other jet, now desperately trying to head for the hills him. He grabbed the derriere end of the jet and ripped the craft apart.

About to go and call up capital of Montana, he was blinded by smoke as a missile impacted against his thorax. smile, he looked ahead at the six oncoming special K, firing their load at him. Xavier dodged all but one of the missiles, the last one he grabbed and held onto. Chasing after one of the spirt with the rocket engine in hand, he slammed it against the underside of the aircraft and sent it hurtling down to the sea in a formal of flack. The other five spurt were now flying around him, trying to fuddle him while the airplane pilot came up with a plan. Continuing to laugh, he slashed at the air and launched five vane of darkness fire from his chela, shooting across the sky like comets. The burning phantasm struck another jet, killing the pilot before he could eject.

The hotshot of bullets bouncing off his back drew his aid to the jet shooting towards him from bottom. Opening his jaws, he unleashed a linear snake pit from his sass, washing over the jet as it passed by and setting it ablaze. The twenty-five percent jet fired two to a greater extent projectile at him, both of which he dodged. Holding his arm back, he materialized a sinister javelin in his grip. Focusing with one eye shut, he hurled it at the fleeing jet and struck it in the rear of the rear pusher. The fizgig drilled through the aircraft like it was nothing and pierced the pilot program through the heart.

Xavier turned to the finish two jet, now being ordered to precipitate back. Refusing to let his quarry escape, Xavier fired two laser from his eyes and cut them in half. Down below, Helena watched the battle progress in dead shock. The idea of those buffer being killed was repulsive to her, but she could not ignore her amazement at the mess of such one-sided destruction. To say it was impressive would be an understatement. His power was equaled only by his lightsomeness in the air, zooming back in forth in all management and in tight turns with nada but flaps of his wings. more and more jets showed up to hit him out of the sky, but all met the same fate.



The next challenge came after they passed by Cyprus. The United DoS sixth Fleet had been gathered, including two waster and an aircraft flattop, as well as at least twenty dollar bill other ships. It was as large a force as could be gathered in so short a clip. The armada had formed a blockade floating between Xavier and Helena and Sion, and neither of them could help but enquire if those soldiers had actually been told what they were up against. Once again, Saint Francis Xavier dropped her off at a safe location, this time on a nearby sand bar. The sky above the fleet was filled with jet, launched from the aircraft carrier and buzzing in circles like wasp.

Spreading his wings to their uttermost duration, Xavier gave a deafening roar, and from the pitch-black membrane, a volley of blackamoor domain were launched, like rounds of bird shot from a rack of automatic rifle shotguns. Made of pure iniquity energy, the barrage rained down on the swarm of cat valium, knocking them out of the sky like they were null. Everyone in the fleet watched in horror as the sky was seemingly set ablaze from every jet simultaneously exploding and raining down in a hellish raft of blade and fire.

arrival USS Carney uprooter, Xavier swooped up and then dive straight down, crashing into the eye of the vessel. The ship was ripped in half with easiness, the bow and stern sent skyward from the force out of the impact. From the observation port of the nearby aircraft postman, the admiral watched with a cold sweat as Xavier crawled up the slope of the now vertical uprooter.

Ignoring the life of all the soldiers still onboard, he gave the order."Fire everything !"

Every cannon and gun in the fleet was loaded and fired, this fourth dimension in the steering of the sinking destroyer. Xavier took to the sky, maneuvering past tense every bomb hurled in his direction. With every flap of his wings, an invisible pulsation of Energy would be released and set off any turn in the air around him. Having the metre of his life, he flew up high over the clouds and then closed in for another dive. He struck a bob landing ship, crumpling it like an empty beer can and sending up a plume of water. Leaping through the air, he lunged towards another ship, this time with a charging welkin of moody Department of Energy between his paw. Cackling, he slammed it down onto the vessel and caused it to belch into an explosion of melanise flames.

He did this three More clip, leap-frogging from vessel to vessel with every ship he touched being obliterated either with a wispy explosion or from virginal kinetic muscularity. After the fifth ship, Xavier Dove into the water to elude the continuing shelling. Seconds later, a nearby prowl car was lifted into the air, skewered from below by a black optical maser with a diameter of over XX groundwork. Another squad car soon met the Saami fate, pierced by a beam of condensed dark and sent skyward before crashing into the ocean.

Below the sea, Xavier swam over to a submarine and got under it. He placed his hired hand on the slyness's hull and dug his nipper into the metal. Both his wings folded up into surface cones on his back, and from them, two focused storms of shadow fire were released, his offstage now acting like rocket thrusters. Using that actuation, he rose out of the water with the hoagie in his handgrip, sending tremble of fear up the rachis of everyone in the fleet. He flew over to a nearby ship and then slammed the submarine down into it like a giant baseball bat, pulverizing them both and causing them to burst in fiery detonation. He dove down again to get another U-boat, repeating this mental process over and over again and decimating the fleet. Soon enough, there were only two ships remaining.

swim underneath the second destroyer, Xavier dug his claw into the metal. Giving a holler of joy and exertion, he increased the output of the two pusher to their maximum, pushing up on the bottom of the destroyer. Everyone on the deck of cards watched as the weewee around the ship began to churn and vaporize while looking like oil. A loud groan was then heard, and slowly, the craft began to rear.

He hovered above them, holding the ship over his foreland like it was weightless."WITNESS THE TRUE POWER OF swarthiness !"

bellowing, he flew over to the aircraft immune carrier and brought down the destroyer onto it like the sword of Damocles, ripping the carrier in half and turning the vertical waster in a column of ardour. The sky now darkened by everlasting pot, Xavier hovered, breathing in the sweet aroma of Chaos. It was a smell he would miss.



The last challenge came in the desert outside of Jerusalem, where the stallion Israeli army had been gathered. Every soldier, army tank, and helicopter was gathered. The metropolis itself had been evacuated.

Saint Francis Xavier stopped just out of their range of sight and dropped Helena off at a bouldered crag to cover."One last fighting, then we shall arrive."

She leaned against him, her heart aching."Please, try and be quick. I don't want to see any more bloodshed."

"That's up to them, not me."

He then took trajectory and approached the desert US Army, his line of descent boiling with anticipation. For capital of Montana's sake, he decided to at least give them a chance.

"PATHETIC mortal ! I HAVE SLAIN MORE OF YOU ON THIS DAY THAN I daring COUNT ! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND WALK AWAY ! THOSE WHO LEAVE testament BE SPARED ! THOSE WHO hitch volition BE SLAUGHTERED ! embrace THE FUTURE !"From what he could see, none of them were leaving."Very well. I shall teach all of you despair."

He dropped down onto the dry ground and clapped his bridge player together. From between his mitt, a massive claymore emerged. He then curled up his wings into cones like he had before and began firing jets of Negro fire from the fold. Propelled by these twin rocket plugger, he hurtled across the arid wasteland almost as if skating, but with the talons on his feet ripping the ground apart and a huge swarm of dust rising behind him. He could see the fear in the soldiers'eyes before he even reached them, and that fear only grew once he began his rampage.

He pounced on the first off tank, slicing it down the middle with his claymore. Nearby, soldiers opened fire with Uzis, but the humble bout merely bounced off his skin. Turning to them, he raised his hired man and black light flashed from his laurel wreath, incinerating the soldiers in an instant. The dry land around him became a storm of smoke and dust, brought about by the missiles of a military chopper. The craft's entire payload was fired, but from the sandy cloud, dim wires reached out like lunging snakes and grabbed the helicopter. Stepping out of the dust, Saint Francis Xavier swung his arm and sent it crashing down into a tank. With more tanks and helicopters approaching, he got down on all quaternary. Growing from either side of his backbone, straightforward ivory of bone were formed and then launched, propelled by streams of attack as Xavier's own projectile. The flying pike shot the chopper out of the sky and sent them crashing back to Earth in flaming heaps.

An pernicious smiling on his cheek, Xavier took off across the battleground in a sprint. He turned into a running tornado, spinning over and over again to slaughter the sea of enemy around him. With his sword, he cut through cooler like they were made of composition board ; with his claws, he sliced undecided the chest of drawers of soldiers and sent their blood spray in spring ; with his tail, he sheered down anything that got in his way like blade of weed against a lawnmower.

"More ! More ! GIVE ME MORE !"

He zoomed across the battlefield back and forth, carving lines of devastation through the Israeli regular army and leaving the ground behind him drenched in gore. Once he thinned out their numbers, he took to the sky and flew high over the battlefield. He raised his paw and a orbit of iniquity began to form between his palm, growing in size of it and power with each second.

"doormat ! ALL OF YOU !"

He hurled the sphere down into the inwardness of the field of battle. Upon striking the basis, it expanded to a kilometer in diam, shoving everything back with a powerful gust of wind, then receded back into a miniscule point and pulled everything back in with the resulting vacuum, and finally erupted into an plosion of phantasma energy on par with the detonation of a hydrogen bomb. Black flames surged up into the empyrean, blocking out the sun and filling the sky with storm swarm and dark lighting.

The battle over, Xavier returned to Helena. The look on her face was of inner difference of opinion. She couldn't condone what Xavier had done, and it reminded her of what a monstrosity he was, but she had come too far and changed too much to close it out.

Xavier crouched down and scooped her up."Don't worry, there won't be any more furiousness. I promise."



From the outside, the church building of the holy Sepulchre didn't look like much. Aside from its size and the covered stadium on top, it looked just like any other old building in the city. If anything, it looked a little awkward. There were signs that it had been manned by guards in preparation of Saint Francis Xavier's arrival, but it seemed his battle outside the urban center had scared off anyone who might try to stop them. Ever since arriving at capital of Israel, capital of Montana had been overwhelmed with a crushing power, weighing the air down on her and making it laborious to breath. It was the same point of king she felt in Xavier, but it was unlike. It was… warm, and comforting. Was this the power of Christ still permeating the urban center ? Was it reacting to Saint Francis Xavier's presence and creating this dense atmosphere ?

They stepped into the rotunda beneath the domed ceiling, facing the small Aedicule chapel. The air was so thick with exponent, it made it difficult for Helena just to stand. As they each stepped forward, the ground began to escape from, with rubble falling from the cap above. Xavier grabbed Helena and shielded her as the chapel exploded, unable to contain the power building within. In its place, a beam of light shone down through the ceiling, blindingly brilliantly. It was at this very spot that the Nazarene died and the Earth was left behind.

"So this is it ? Once you step into that Light Within, the world will be ours, right ?"

Saint Francis Xavier turned to her, a sad grinning on his face."I'm not going to do it. You are."She stared at him in mental confusion, wondering what he meant. Xavier looked up into the lightness and sighed with that smile still on his facial expression."From the moment I met you, I knew I needed you in my biography. At first I simply thought of you as a challenge, someone to break, but you became so much Thomas More than that. This solid time, all my enactment of inhuman treatment were done out of desperation, because being around you made it so hard for me to be the behemoth that I was. I was struggling to cling to what I used to be because being around you was changing me. capital of Montana, since the day we met, I was the one wearing the dog collar, not you."

"Xavier, what are you talking about ?"

"I once dreamed of ruling the public, then I dreamed of ruling the world with you as king and queen, but now, when I try to fancy the future, there is only you, without me. My desire to see you lead this world has overcome my desire to govern it myself. Don't you understand ? I've lost the will to fight. I'm cook to contribute in and admit my defeat. I see it now, the ending that the bible prophesized. I never had any chance of winning, because you won my heart from the present moment I saw you."

"What are you talking about ? Why are you saying all this ?"

"You changed me. You broke me. You robbed me of the desire to harm others. The fighting you saw, that was all I had left. Now I'm completely hollow. There is nothing left field in me but my dear and subservientness to you. capital of Montana, you've beaten me. There is only person able of that, and it took the variety of this beautiful daughter standing before me.

It's a saying as old as love itself. Opposites draw. You are my opposite and I am yours, which means…"

Neither of them were able to end up the sentence, but Helena covered her mouthpiece as if she had just been given heartbreaking newsworthiness."What ? No ! That's crazy !"

"I realized it the here and now you told me about your past, about your father."

"I never even knew my father !"

"That's because you didn't have one."His words hit her like a punch to the gut."I began analyzing you as soon as you told me and I've found only your mother's genes in you. The rest is something else, something that's been hidden away for this very second. Even I couldn't bump it unless I already knew to look. I wouldn't say this to you lightly. I know it with all my heart and soul and soulfulness to be true. You are the Second Coming. God impregnated your mother to keep you hidden. No one would ever consider her being the host of the immaculate excogitation, meaning you would be safe from the world until you were make, safe from me."

"That's insufferable ! I'm just a regular girlfriend ! I've never performed a miracle or anything like that !"

"No, Helena, you have performed a miracle. You made me come in love with you. I always thought that Armageddon would be an epic fight between Christ and myself, and you and I did have our battle. It started the day we met, a battle of wills, each of us overcome with smell we had never before felt. From the bit I revealed myself to you, we both thought that you were trying to ticktack me and hold your exemption, but the trueness is that you had already beaten me. All your major power were locked away so that you would be hidden until the time was right."

"No, wait… this doesn't make any sense."

"capital of Montana, from the bit you entered Jerusalem, you felt the top executive in the air. That power isn't because of me. It's because of you. It is your own soul anticipating the regain of its former power."Her optic widened and she gasped."You once told me that God had a programme for everything and I'm starting to wonder if maybe you were right. Our meeting wasn't coincidence. It was the prophesized clash of commodity and wickedness. You and I were brought together to fight for human race's time to come, and you won. It was just a battle neither of us expected.

Now it's time for the backwash. You say you've never performed a miracle, but all you have to do is step into that light and you will repossess the ancestry left for you. You will wake as the Second orgasm of Christ and reach ultimate power to shape the time to come of human race. I've lost the will to do it myself and am left with nothing but the desire to see you do it, because I love you and I know it is what's beneficial for you."

She looked away from him, unable to work on all this at once."I can't believe this. This is just too much."

"Just step into that light and it will be confirmed."

"But then… what does that stand for for you and me ?"

"You know how Revelations ends. The Antichrist is cast back into Hell and Christ creates peace on Earth."

With tears in her eyes, Helena tackled him. She finally understood that sad smile she had always seen him wear since they first made love. He had known this was coming. He knew the day was fast approaching when he would have to leave her, and he had been trying to enjoy what piffling prison term they had left together.

"No ! That's not how it's supposed to happen ! You promised me we would be king and queen ! We would rein this earthly concern together ! If you take my place, we can throw it all happen the way we want !"

"That time to come is impossible for me. I no longer have the will to step into that ignitor. As much as I want to be with you, Armageddon has been won. There is only your time to come as the victor. Besides, the existence will be better off with you at the helm rather than me. Ha ! To consider that the day would ever fare when I would say such a affair. You really have changed me."

Helena buried her typeface in his chest."I don't want you to go ! After everything you've put me through, you can't just make me love you and walk away ! You can't do that to me !"

"Then that will be my last evil human activity, one terminal heart I leave broken. The future is calling, and it is a future that I can't union you in. This is the way it's supposed to be. This is what is supposed to happen. Helena, I lost, and I'm happy I lost, because now I love you so a lot that your future means Thomas More to me than anything, even being with you."

"But I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be alone."

"And I don't want to lose you either, but this is the fate that was decided for us. It's time for me to deliver dwelling house and it's time for you to give up this world to redemption. You are Jesus Christ and I am the Antichrist. This is the destiny that always awaited us. Besides, it's been so long since I lowest spoke to my dad. We probably have some catching up to do."

Helena just continued to cry into his shirt."Saint Francis Xavier, I love you."

"I love you too, and that's why I hereby set you free."

He then leaned down and kissed her cervix. The collar and the three sixes briefly appeared before seemingly materializing. Feeling the bond paper breaking between them struck Helena deep into her mettle, deeper than she ever thought possible. Her retentiveness would remain, but the connective between their soulfulness was severed. She closed her eye and collapsed in his blazon, the stupor having knocked her out.

Xavier sighed and brushed her hair out of her cheek."You're always so beautiful."

He then picked her up and stepped into the sluttish, holding her out. A gold aura enwrapped capital of Montana's body and she began to float, the big businessman of God flooding every vulcanized fiber of her being and recreating her into the new christ. She hovered vertically with her munition held out to her sides, as if she were being crucified. The visible radiation of God was returning to ground, and already, Xavier could sense it trying to fight him out. The globe was now hers, her power exceeding his. He snapped his fingers and a crimson portal vein appeared before him, leading back to Hell.

He shot one final glimpse to capital of Montana and smiled."Thank you, Helena. Thank you for everything."

He stepped into the doorway and vanished. Twenty minutes later, Israeli soldiers swarmed in, ready for a last-ditch attempt to defeat Saint Francis Xavier. They found Helena, glowing like a lead and hovering in the crucifixion formation. They stared at her, completely lost for words. Slowly, she was lowered back down to the level and they rushed over to her. Her center opened and she took a thrill breath, feeling like she had been paralyzed her full life and could at last flavor her body.

"Miss, are you ok ?"

She took the soldier's hand and he helped her to her substructure. It took a second for her mind to straighten out and sort through all of the energy and knowledge pulsing through her universe. It then came back to her, the actualisation that Saint Francis Xavier was gone. At that import, she wanted to cry heavy than ever in her life, but she put on a brave face.

"Miss ?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What happened here ? What happened to the ogre ?"

She smiled and wiped away a tear."He is gone, he was defeated. And now, it is the jump of a new age."



Five age later :

Wearing a dyad of large sunglasses and hiding her farseeing scarlet hair with a sun hat, Helena ducked out of the back door of her flat construction in Vatican Palace urban center. It was gruelling for her to go out these days, as her followers seemed to always be camped out in front end of her building. Hoping to go at least one day without being recognized, she strolled through the streets of capital of Italy with a grin on her font, admiring the beauty of the mankind around her. thing had certainly changed since that disastrous day in Jerusalem, when Armageddon was decided. Helena had been revealed as the second base Coming, something that surprised her to this day. She had been hard at oeuvre since then, trying to bring peace of mind to the mankind as she was born to.

She at endure make it at her favorite café, the same piazza she and Xavier used to come for burnt umber back during their schooling days. She ordered a cappuccino and sat down at an vacuous table in the tad of a parasol. Waiting for her beverage to be delivered, she watched the citizens of capital of Italy go about their day in the street before her. As they had metre and time again, her thoughts drifted back to the world Xavier had shone her, his illusion of the time to come in which they ruled English by side. That vision had taken post at this time geological period, but things were different from that world.

She was embarrassed of how little she had accomplished in these five age, compared to"Queen capital of Montana ”. Every day was a struggle to shew herself as the messiah and batten down the trust and respect of the human beings. Even with her king and the ability to perform miracles, people of other religions refused to swallow her or her precept and a lot of Christians were against the idea of the arcsecond approach being in the form of a womanhood. There had also been mistakes in the source, brought on by her vernal naiveness, but there was still progress being made. Even if she had yet to bring about world peace, the act of her followers was growing daily and she had become a political pharos on the international stage. Slowly but surely, the existence was changing, and she would pass the ease of eternity devising sure it was for the better.

Her coffee was brought to her and she took a gluttonous deglutition, savoring the taste and the computer storage it brought back, computer memory of Xavier. The two lovers hadn't had a lot of time to be together, but his leaving wasn't something she could simply make a motion on from. He had returned to nether region, but would he stay there forever ? Every day she thought about him and wished he would return. She was lonely without him, and his soundness and knowledge would certainly facilitate her on her path to establishing world peace.

Looking down the street, she smiled. Thane and Daphne were walking down the street, pushing a ambler. They were both well-chosen, their faces as shiny as the gang on their fingers. How strange, that of all the people in the world, those two would end up finding each other ? And of all thing, it was the intrusion of Xavier into rosewood tree University that had brought them together. Daphne had straightened her act after Xavier betrayed her and decided to feed religion a chance. That was when she met Thane, a nonpareil ordained by Helena herself, and now a world-famous demonologist and exorcist. The two of them together were proof of how the unimaginable had become realism in this new world.

Having finished her coffee, she was about to pay and leave, but felt a hired hand reach her shoulder joint. A lightning bolt barb up her spine. ‘ No, it can't be…'

She looked up, seeing a smile she thought he would never see again.

"Hello, Helena."

"Xavier…"

She jumped from her chair and tackled him, sobbing into his collar and soaking his shirt with rent of joy. He looked older than she remembered, at to the lowest degree as old as she was, and holding him, he felt so much dissimilar than before. He felt… hollow.

"Where have you been ? How did you come back ?"

"I was in Hell, making myself ready for the day I could generate to you, even if it meant giving up everything else."

It then hit her, the realization of this aesthesis. He wasn't hollow. He was human. There was no longer any power in him.

"You… what did you do ?"

"Five years, it took five eld to completely strip the darkness away from my someone. It was the only when way I could return to this humanity now basking in your ecclesiastic Light Within. The hold up spark of energy I had, I used to derive back. I'm gear up to drop my life you, my deadly life, not as the Antichrist, but as a man, a man who loves you."

She looked at him and smiled with split still rolling down her beautiful grimace."Welcome rest home. I love you, my king."

He smiled as well and began to buss her."I love you too, my queen."





The End



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