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Chapter 1 :



Berlin, FRG :

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

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

She was beautiful in body but broken in smell, her inner thighs red from the rakehell of her torn hymen. Her virginity had been taken from her to the ssephound of her twist cries of pain and luxuria, caught in both intimate humiliation and fulfillment. The young man's smirk gained a bloodthirsty curl and he flicked his finger as if to say that there was something he needed to shew her. The woman was dragged out of the bed as if an invisible hired hand had grabbed her by the pharynx. She hit the wall beside the man and crumpled to the base, gasping for air with a welt worn into her neck opening from an unseen military group. He grabbed her chin as if to slip a candy kiss, forcing her to look up at him.

She had spoken to him in German, so he answered in kind. His voice was deep and commanding, undeserving of someone so Pres Young, yet the power he wielded and the curve depths of his soul were unlike any former man.

"In God's name you ask ? In this room, I am God. To you, I am God. As of now, you are a bring out toy. I'm leaving tomorrow, and while you'll never see me again, you'll never be free of me. You will spend the sleep of your animation with a heart filled with both fear and love, terrified of my touch but also longing for it. What man could ever want this impure body of yours after the things 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 spare, but the batting cage I've put you in will never go away. 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 city and it's fourth dimension for me to move on once again. I need some new alimentation grounds."



Rome, Italy :

The book bag hit the delinquent's head like a flail, knocking him to the ground while his admirer watched in shock. Standing over him was a seventeen-year-old lady friend, her font flushed with furore in a red as bright as her tomentum, the wench of her shoal uniform gently swaying in the breeze, and the crucifix hanging around her neck gleaming in the morning sunlight.

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

The boy got to his metrical foot with blood pouring from his nozzle."You damn bitch !"

He charged towards her with his clenched fist rocketing towards her face, but she caught his arm and twisted it, forcing him to bend back and letting her belt him in the X's Malus pumila. As he fell back to the dry land, one of his friends lunged with a knife in his hand. Forsaking her pridefulness and hoping nobody would see under her bird, she spun around and delivered a squawk to his temple, knocking him out into the street like he was a soccer ball. The last delinquent stood, shaking like a leaf and holding out two cans of spraying rouge like they were Chemical Mace.

The miss shot him a dirty look."If you even think of getting a single drop of pigment on my uniform, I swear in the name of Heaven that not even God will be capable to feel your remains."His small flicker of courage extinguished like a candle, 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 uneven sett soil. 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 veer into an alley and skidded past it, grabbing a patch of a brick jutting out of the ground. Getting back to her effort, she took heedful aim and hurled the foursquare gem at the fleeing Vandal, striking him in the backbone of the headspring and sending him tumbling.

"Just goes to show that you can't escape your wickedness. You'd better pray for your immortal soul when you wake up…"

Catching her breathing space, she looked at her watch and swore. She had gone out to get breakfast off campus but she had wasted what little time she had and her first course of study would be starting in a few minutes.



"Helena, have you been fighting again ?"

The carrottop 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 missy were all dressed in plaid skirts with livid blouses and knee socks, the male child wearing melanise pants and ashen clergy shirts with student clerical collars. Everyone carried a cross with them, either around their neck opening or on rosary chain. Helena had just managed to get back to school before class started and now all the pupil were waiting for the instructor to arrive.

"How can you tell ?"

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

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

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

"And I did forgive them, after I gave them a tasting of the harassment that awaits them in hellhole if they do not open themselves up to Jesus Jesus Christ and quit their sinful manner,"she guess back.

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

"Don't vexation, Sophie. I will. Or at to the lowest degree the Disciplinary Committee 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 veneration. Their teacher, Sister Olivia, was strict beyond beat. She was nicknamed the Sphinx, as in the Sphinx that the enslaved Jew made while being whipped and yelled at. She had short blonde hair and chalk, a cleaning lady in her belatedly twenties who would be very beautiful if she wasn't always scowling.

"Now class, we will continue where we left off yesterday in translating Leviticus. Marcus, we had stopped at volume 6, Verse 1. You may begin."

She spoke sternly, as if hungry for something to be mad about. One of the male person students nervously stood up, holding his Good Book and reading off the verse in Latin. If he got a single give-and-take wrongfulness, she would round him like locust. One by one, the students took turns reading off verses from the Scripture, translating them from English to Latin. Whenever someone made a mistake, they would be ordered to make the last march to Sister Olivia's desk, outstretch their hands, and let her slap her trusty meter marijuana cigarette against their brass knuckles, each audible diagonal of the woodwind instrument making everyone shudder.

Against her better judgment, Helena allowed her centre to divagate and attend out the window at the sunny campus of rosewood University. The school had originally been developed to facilitate make do with Italy's high school orphan rate while spreading the Christian faith, starting out as a Christian academy for children. Eventually, former rural area began shipping in their orphans after seeing the great event, and then kinsfolk started sending in their small fry. It was now the prominent and one of the most honored Catholic schooltime in the earthly concern, boasting a student consistency ranging from preschoolers to college students and with Army of new priest and nuns being marched out every class, ready to unfold the Bible of Jesus Jesus. Joining the clergy wasn't any kind of requisite for the school day, but after 12 twelvemonth, it became engrained in the someone of nearly of the students.

"O'Connor !"

Helena's nous perked up at the strait of her survive name being called and her look became red in plethora. It was her turn to render but she had been too busybodied daydreaming to pay attention to the class. She had no thought which verse she had to render, and if she asked… Sister Olivia would practically mortify her.

"capital of Montana O'Connor, fall to the Disciplinary Committee's part immediately."

The declaration from the PA system let her release a sigh of relief. penalization had saved her from punishment. All the students shrugged, well used to hearing this commandment.

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

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

"Yes, ma'am !"

taking her book bag with her, capital of Montana stepped out of the classroom and began walking as fast as she could bolt down the Hall. Running was against the linguistic rule, but with how expectant the school was, she needed to put in some speed and get through the committee before they sent out another announcement. Stepping out into the out-of-doors campus, she allowed herself a present moment to revel the sunshine, breeze, and smelling of grass, and then took off in a run. She passed by many early students in her rapid dash, both male and female. Normally Catholic schools like these had gender separatism, but with how many scholar were joining the clergy, rosewood tree Academy used the coed population as a way to help the student prepare for their vows of chastity. By having all these teen learning side-by-side in this holy schooling, it was simply a affair of teaching them to snub temptation. dating was strictly forbidden, and if they could graduate without ever giving in to their iniquitous 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 catch her breath and straighten her hair. She stepped through an assailable doorway into a wait room, with an supporter behind a desk, a corridor lined with doorway, and various chairs and a sofa in the recess of the room. Sitting in one of the chairs was a unseasoned man, though from the very brief glimpse 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 other male students in this school, he was dressed in the black clerical jacket of an ordained parson. Though he lacked the official collar.

She strode yesteryear him to the assistant's desk.

"hello, capital of Montana. Same as common ?"the womanhood asked with a wry grin.

This was FAR from capital of Montana's first meeting with the Disciplinary committee. She sighed with a tired smile.

"howdy, Blessed Virgin. I guess they're waiting for me ?"

"Go right in."

Helena nodded and walked down the corridor, reaching the indorse doorway. She entered a conference elbow room, where five teachers sat behind a long board, glaring at her with judgmental eye. Two of them were priest and another two were nuns.

"Ms. O'Connor, I'm for certain you know why we called you here,"the old teacher grumbled.

"I have an idea."

A female teacher cleared her throat."Three youth men are being treated at the hospital, one coughing up stock with a pause nose and the other two suffering from concussions. When speaking to the police, they described you in clear detail. What do you have to say for yourself ?"

capital of Montana straightened her bearing and her eyes became steely."I was doing God's employment, helping to cure this metropolis of its sin. Why should I have gone easy on them when they will front far worsened in Hell ?"

One of the priests slammed his helping hand on the table."That is not your decision to make ! That is the job of the police force, not a student of this school. Every clock time you act up like this, you give us a bad name. We can not condone your actions, violence can never be tolerated from someone who claims to struggle in the name of Jesus the Nazarene !"

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

"You'll do more than than that. On top of fifteen Apostle's religious doctrine and ten Hail The Virgin, you are going to go and apologize to those boys before the end of the day, understood ?"

He handed her a sheet of paper of newspaper publisher with their reference and Helena bit her tongue, working to keep her temper in check.

"Yes, founding father Brian."

"Good, and to buoy up your soul with a good act, we have something else for you to do…"The old priest pressed down on the clit of a nearby intercom."Mary, delight direct him in."

The student capital of Montana had seen before stepped into the room, letting her at last get a ripe look at him. He was quite tall and very well-favored, with a square jaw, juicy heart, and brown hair cut very short but still form of spiky. She actually felt her heart hoo-ha at the view of him but shook the sensation away with a retightening of her moral corset.

"This is Xavier Michaels, he just transferred in. show him around and help him get settled. The two of you will be sharing several classes together. Xavier, this is Helena O'Connor. If you need anything, ask her."

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

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

He took her hired hand and looked at her with sure-footed optic. For a moment, she thought he was going to lean down and kiss her manus."The pleasure is mine."

capital of Montana suddenly felt her fount go red, but she had no idea why."Ok, keep up me and I'll give you a tour."

About to step into the hall, she was stopped by one of the teachers calling her public figure."Helena, remember : every time you cause trouble, you make it harder for yourself to achieve your goal. You're facing a monumental task already. Don't dilapidation things for yourself."

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

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

"Huh ?"

"My apologia, but I could find out the conversation you and the teacher were having. You sent three people to the hospital and called it"God's work ”, meaning that you were engaged in a litigious situation with them. Considering that I don't see any cabbage on you or even a German 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 voice. She tried not to redden at the praise, never expecting him to just reveal her true self with such intuition."As the teacher will recount you, it is not one of my effective feature film. I've been training myself since I was a child in warlike graphics and former fighting fashion. They come in ready to hand when I find an unapologetic sinner."

"I take it those skills are for the goal that male parent Thomas mentioned ?"

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

"I hope I'm not intruding."

"No, it's ok. The Sojourner Truth is that my goal is to get together the Swiss Guard and dish up His Holiness."

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

"They don't, but I'm going to be the first. If I can rise myself, then I'm sure the Holy Father will allow for me to serve up him. What about you, do you plan to become a priest or do you give birth other destination ?"

"As it so happens, it's my dream to turn 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 face go red and for a moment she couldn't motility. She stared into his optic, confident and ambitions, with her own eyes 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 enchantment."Oh, y-yes. Of course."

She hurried down the step 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 strange moment out of her mind as she showed Saint Francis Xavier around the campus. She found herself curious about this newcomer."So where are you from ? You speak English people clearly as a first base linguistic process but I can't piazza your accent. You certainly aren't British, but you don't quite level-headed American."

"I'm from a niggling bit of everywhere. I've been traveling since I was born, so while English is my first spoken language, I've picked up accents and mixed them all together. I can certainly tell that you are Irish, from that hair and gens, but I can also tell that you've worked to try and hide your accent. So why would a ruby beauty from the emerald isle try to hide her inheritance ?"

She turned around quickly, her face flushed both in chafe and undeniable pride from the flattery."Now you listen here, relationships among students are forbidden, both by this school and God himself. Don't go thinking that some compliments 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 estimable policy."

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

She brought him to a turgid brick edifice, the English caked with ivy and moss that were basking in the sunlight. Through the gravid oak doorway, they stepped into an expansive cafeteria. Long tables were set out with sufficiency bum for 100 of student, but now all were empty, carry through for the few Thomas Kyd who came to consider 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 meal. The older you are, the later you eat. The schooltime does it to accommodate with the scholar'circadian rhythms. Come on, we'll cross over through here to the scientific discipline wing."

Marching past the vacate mesa, they made their way to the back of the dining coliseum. Halfway through the way, they came across a girl sitting alone, nobody on either side or across from her. She looked about fifteen but was small for her age, with brown hair cut myopic and her promontory low as if someone had just tried to tickle her neck. She didn't have any account book or even food with her. She looked very forlorn, very fragile. As they passed by her, she looked up at Helena and Saint Francis Xavier. He smiled and winked at her, making her tense up nervously but with scintillate eyes. She had caught his interest.

Reaching the exit, they stepped back remote. Just as the room access closed behind them, Helena's stomach let out a loud grumble. She quickly turned away, knowing that 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 course starts. At lunch, I'll have to go and justify to the three punks I beat up. Hopefully I can get something in the city."

"Would you like me to number 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 curse at the auditory sensation of Sister Olivia's voice. She and Xavier had just entered the schoolroom, barely a second after the bell for the next full stop sounded. She put on a brave face and turned to the nun."babe, this is Xavier Michaels, the new—"

"I know who this is, do not talk to me like I am an ignorant saphead !"She then turned to him."Being new to this form is no alibi for tardiness. You two will be here at 10:00 tonight. You'll demand to wear some short circuit pants for what I have planned."

The whole course of instruction watched, praying for God to have mercy on the truants'person. capital of Montana watched Saint Francis Xavier, waiting to see his reaction, and to her jar, she thought for a moment 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 hollow seats in the classroom.

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

‘ hoot it.'



The come course continued on without anything out of order. As usual, multiple bookman got a hard scag from Sister Olivia's meter control stick for small infringement. Helena got it twice when her stomach growled. Both times, she held a defiant scowl on her typeface, refusing to show any nuisance. Several prison term, the teacher directed the hardest questions to Xavier, but with his usual positive smirk, he answered everything with perfect accuracy and point. Luckily they got a hiatus when the division had to a different building for Biology Class.



"Are you sure you don't want me to come along ? I could help you continue your temper in check."

Xavier and Helena were standing at the entering to the cafeteria with scholarly person from score 9 through 12 streaming past them to eat.

"I'll be fine. You go eat. I'm more occupy about the time. There is no way this will convey less than an hour, meaning of class that I'm going to once again be late for class."

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

Helena laughed and began walking away."Nice try, but that won't work. You'll probably just anger her even more. Relax ; I'll be mulct. She can't geological fault me."



Helena looked at the reference above the door and then back at the tilt the Discipline citizens committee had given her. This was supposedly the home of the guy that she had knocked out with a bang to the neck. After the injuries he had received, he would be home, but considering the graffiti she had found him doing, it probably wasn't like he had school to go to anyway. The house wasn't much, or at to the lowest degree any comfortably or sorry than the early pale brick mansion lining the street. Above the doorway was the window to a bedroom, currently open.

back at the university cafeteria, Xavier sat alone. There was a tray of food in movement of him, but he wasn't eating. He was merely spinning his fork around his ovolo, smiling.

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

Xavier continued to spin his fork, while under his intimation, he whispered something in a uninterrupted petition. Throughout the room, students grimaced as their food for thought lost all penchant and became like ash in their backtalk.

No one came to the doorway, so capital of Montana knocked again. anathemise it, could someone please answer ? ! A siss Drew her eyes downward, where a tramp cat stepped out of the nearby alley and hissed at her. Rome was wide of them, considered by many a nuisance. Helena normally would try to pet them whenever she could, but the way this cat was staring at her sent a shiver up her spine. It looked both direful and enraged, crouched with its hair on end and a low growl in its throat. Without her listening, there was the sound of forest creaking above her.

Xavier began to chuckle to himself, his small laughs interrupting the bloodless interference he was seemingly murmuration, but not stopping it. Across the cafeteria, random students were standing up, claiming that they were feeling sick and needed to go the infirmary. Finally, the crotch he had been spinning around his thumb slipped disembarrass of his finger's breadth and fell with a loud clatter.

About to tap a third time, Helena was sent tumbling the ground by something sonorous slamming down onto the top of her head with grand force. She fell on her back, her vision blurred, her mind spinning, and her skull somehow both numb 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 metallic element striking the stone ground rang out. Wincing in nuisance, capital of Montana 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 ken that met her pierced her heart like the Lance of Longinus stabbing Christ.

The young man from that morning was hanging above her, having jumped from the back tale with a noose around his neck and hit her. It was more than that ; there was a monumental cut going down his trunk with well-nigh of entrails missing, as if he had undergone an autopsy. The phone of metal on Harlan Fiske Stone she had heard was the knife he used to cut himself open slipping out of his hand when he reached the end of the production line. With a falls of blood pouring from his open pectus, fruition struck Helena and she looked down at herself. The Edward Young man's Hammond organ had spilled out of him when the rope snapped soaked, either ripped free from the inertia or severed when he gutted himself. Her white blouse was completely red with the boy's blood, sitting in her lap were his stomach and liver, and draped across her head like gossamer were his intestines.

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



The police questioned Helena for several hours after that, but it took time for her to even become antiphonal, having been completely petrified from what happened to her. Only after she was cleaned off and given a fresh change of clothes did she startle talking. The boy who hung himself was not the simply casualty. The law found the young man she had kicked propped up in a chairman at his cooking stove, having drowned himself in a pot of boiling water supply. By the fourth dimension they got there, his face had melted off. As for the boy she had hit with a brick, they were still counting how many times he had stabbed himself, turning his trunk into a dish sponge and bleeding himself dry.

No foul looseness was suspected in the deaths ; at least no evidence could plunk for it. Everything pointed to suicide, regardless of how usurious it was. Once they were certain they had gotten everything out of her, they released capital of Montana into the custody of the schooltime. As expected, she didn't attend any social class for the rest of the day, merely going to her elbow room and never leaving her bed. At to the lowest degree she was protected from Sister Olivia. No one but the staff knew anything about her comportment at the view, and she prayed it would outride that way.



"Hey, where were you today ? You disappeared before luncheon and I never saw you again."capital of Montana's roommate, Sophie, had just stepped through the doorway. Helena was pretending to be asleep, keeping her book binding to her friend. Sophie shrugged and began to get ready for bed."Hmm, must be sick…"



Back in the homeroom, Saint Francis Xavier was kneeling with his nose two in from the wall, enduring his detention. As sister Olivia had ordered him, he was wearing short pants. His penalty was to kneel for an hour with icy pea plant beneath him, digging into his pelt until he bled. It was one of the favorite method of punishment by nuns. Regardless of the check of the clock, he showed no annoyance, and unbeknownst to babe Olivia, he felt none.

"So, have you learned your deterrent example yet ? pattern breaking will not be tolerated in this shoal, especially by me. If you are late, you will suffer."

"Suffer ?"Xavier turned his head to her, a lambency 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, Helena waited for nap to come, but it never did. She didn't quite expect it to, of course, after the day she had. She had gone the unit day without eating, but she wasn't sure she would ever own an appetency for the repose of her liveliness. She swore she could still smell it on her tomentum, the flavour of blood and entrails, no matter how operose she had scrubbed in the shower bath. At 1:00 am, she finally sat up, unable to stay in that bed any longer. On the other side of the way, Sophie was sleeping peacefully, even snoring.

Being as quiet as she could, Helena got dressed and left their room. scholar weren't allowed to wander the dorms at night unless they had to go to the bathroom, but at this minute, who was going to stop her ? With her centre long-since adjusted to the nighttime, she made her way out of the dorms and into the cool Night. Crossing the campus and sneaking through two other buildings, she at live reached the berth she wanted to go : the university church building. It had been built when the school first came to be, and since then, had gone through renovation after restoration to try and lodge the always-growing student body. Every Sunday, students had to be organized in fracture with discourse going on late into the night.

Reaching the front man threshold, she silently thanked God when she pulled on the handle and felt no restraints. Trying to keep the hinges from squeaking, she opened it just astray enough to slide in and closed it behind her. The Brobdingnagian Christian church was perfectly silent and still, barely lit by the moon and wiz shining through the chalk, though in a way, that made it even more beautiful. The air rich people with the flavour of bible page and thurify long-since burned, she wiped some holy H2O on her forehead from the nearby basin and walked down the farseeing aisle.

Coming out past the pew, she knelt before the giant mark on the dorsum wall, the statue of Jesus looking down at her while she clutched her own crucifix."Lord, please, if you can get word me, I need your help now more than ever. I… I don't what to do. I thought I had prepared myself for vehemence in guild to join the Swiss Guard, but after today… please… give me strength."

"He won't answer you."

For the second time, Helena felt a sword Pierce her inwardness, this one cold than the icicles that would hang outside her windowpane in Ireland during the winter. She turned around, seeing Xavier moving down the aisle towards her.

"Xavier, what are you doing here ?"

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

His voice was different from before. It was a lot deeply but very dry and even soft with certain watchword. It barely sounded human, and there was a force behind it, one that weighed down on Helena in way she had never before experience. She wanted to ill-use back but found her feet 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 penalisation. I'd say I did better than expected, considering I was alone at custody tonight.

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

Breaking free of the exercising weight holding her to that spot, Helena stepped back and held out her cross."I don't know what you are, but no foe of God will verbalize such profanation in front of me and in this holy seat ! I've accepted Redeemer christ as my master and savior and I know he will protect me !"

"Oh please, look at that foolish relic you're holding, at the broken man nailed to that cross. Does he look like he is in any condition to help you ? To protect you from me ? You foolish humanity think that those crosses will observe you safe, but it's the antonym. What you carry is the symbol of the miserable and frustrated Son of God, dying like an animate being in the wilderness with a fall apart leg. I saw him go up on the cross, I heard his watchword of agony, and I saw the shaft brand pierce his chest. You carry with you a reminder of the glum day of human beings, the day when even the top executive of God was lost against human madness. You think that crucifix will protect you, but really…"Xavier reached out and touched the rosary, causing it to mellow out away and fall to the ground as squirming centipedes."It just makes me stronger."

"You… you're the Devil, aren't you ?"

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

Saint Francis Xavier opened his sassing and stuck out his tongue, and even with only the moonlight shining through the church windows, the rope of three sixes was clear as day, like a brand.

"You're the Antichrist…"

"In the flesh, and I've decided it's fourth dimension to make my move. These hold out two thousand years have been fun, but I'm ready to start thinking about my future. There is a all astray world just waiting to be conquered."

He stepped towards her and capital of Montana yelped as she felt an inconspicuous military group grab her wrists and hold them behind her like handlock. She was then spun around and pulled to Saint Francis Xavier, pressed with her back to his chest. He embraced her, running his hands across her supple consistency. She whimpered as she felt him caress her breasts with one hand and motion south with the other.

"Feel free to shout 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 pocket-size, I'm ready to become the Martin Luther King of this world. Of course, I'll need a queen…"

He snapped his finger and Helena gasped as she was suddenly basked in fire, her unvarying being burned off her body like gimcrack cotton. It didn't hurt ; it felt more like a hot bath than literal fire. Had she been exposed to those Lapp flaming under natural consideration, she would possess suffered severe burns across her entire trunk. But while the flaming hadn't hurt her, they had touched her, not only destroying her uniform, but also burning away every fuzz on her body. From the neck opening 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 ejaculate to taking a liking to you. I find that attack in your optic rather charming, that fighting spirit. Not to mention this beautiful consistence of yours."

She shivered in humiliation, now feeling his thenar on her bare flesh. He had one hired hand on her breast, squeezing her tightly but also using his fingers to probe the most tender nerve conclusion. Whether it was his experience with cleaning woman or his sinful exponent, he was intentionally trying to kindle her and expose her to as much focused pleasure as potential. He moved his other hired hand down her flat belly, admiring her smooth skin. She clamped her thighs together, but with the flimsy touch of his fingers, he wrenched them apart as if there were hamper on her ankles. He traced the ingress to her womanhood with his middle finger's breadth, savoring what was to get.

"As my fag, you'll live a life of luxury. You'll prescript the world at my English, with your every desire being satisfied. You'll eat the fine food, wear the most elegant clothes, and practically bathe in gold in precious stone. At night, I'll make you moan like an opera house singer as you have orgasm, after orgasm… after orgasm. All you have to do is swear your loyalty to me."

She cried out as he ran his finger between the lips of her puss, lightly stirring the soft flesh before entering her. Helena had been taught that self-pleasure was one of the greatest 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 profaned her, working his fingerbreadth in and out of her ripe, adolescent heyday. She could feel it, the usurpation of his fingers stimulating her and making her wet. But this wasn't the 1st time she had felt this, and it was that familiarity that made her ill with dread.

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

While she tried to voice potent, her spokesperson cracked and she whimpered from the undeniable pleasance being felt from him molesting her. His script was slick with her wetness and she could feel drops running down her inner thighs.

"Are you sure ? This is you lastly opportunity ; become my queen or stomach the consequences."

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

hearing her resolute representative, Xavier at starting time sighed in annoyance, but then began to express joy. capital of Montana screamed in agony as she felt something burningly hot sear her skin. He had his tongue pressed to her neck, and after a few instant he pulled away, with the Saami traffic circle of six branded onto her with her flesh smoke. radiance red dividing line stretched from the brand, encircling her before all disappearing into her skin.

Xavier released Helena and she fell to her human knee, but before she could try to crawl away, he outstretched his hand and closed it. From his clenched fingers, 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 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 incomprehensible force. She looked up at him, realizing what he had just done. The spiral of lightness was a leash and the pack around her neck was a catch. 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 centre on you, you lost your freedom. You lost the right to run away or to even die. If you will not be my queen, you will be my hard worker. Every in of your consistency now belongs to me. Your stallion beingness is nothing more than a toy in the palm of my paw. At this very mo, I could plunder you with savagery never before seen and there would be nothing you could do to block me. But don't trouble, 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 trinity, forcing her up onto her knees with her oral cavity open. He lifted her Kuki-Chin, moving his pollex across her wrinkle lips and then pressing down on her glossa. She wanted to pull away, to push him back, but her hale physical structure had gone limp."This taking into custody will keep on you from telling anyone about who I really am. Even if you try to write it down, that seal will break you."

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

"Oh, you will. But please continue to resist, that makes it all the More fun for me."





Chapter 2



capital of Montana woke up with a belly laugh, reaching up to the ceiling as if to take hold of a line of life thrown to her. She was back in her bed but looked around fearfully for Xavier, finding only her have-to doe with 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.'

quest comforter, she turned to her bedside table to think her crucifix, but did not find out it. Had it fallen in the night ? She reached under the bed and board but felt only the carpet. As she continued to lean over, she felt something that made her tactile property like an ice sculpture. She had woken up in both bra and panties, so she was certain that the encounter with Xavier had been a dream ( considering he had burned them off her ), but as she shifted her legs, she could feel the soft cotton pressed to her virgin heyday. That's right… those flames had shaved her like a lamb.

She tried to live with the lump in her throat but something made it difficult, a insistence holding her on all English of her neck, like a hand… or a collar. She could finger it under her skin, that unseeable simpleness that Xavier had put on her. It didn't feel like any kind of cloth, but it was THERE. It was actual. Everything that had happened last night was real. Helena began to hyperventilate, feeling like she was still in his embrace, one of his hands being used to fondle her white meat and the other penetrating her slit.

"Sophie, there's something I need to tell you. Last Nox, I—"

Helena gagged as her throat closed with a stinging burn mark appearing on her tongue. She was ineffective to rest and Sophie rushed over to see what was wrong. Her throat cleared after several arcsecond and Helena gasped for breath.

"What in God's figure is going on with you lately ? ! And what were you saying about last dark ?"

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

"I… I, uh… lost my crucifix last night."

"Oh… well… I'm sorry to get a line that. I could aid you wait for it."

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



Even with all of her fearfulness and anxiety, capital of Montana's appetite had returned with a payback and she shoveled down her breakfast like she was in an feeding contest. Her protagonist all watched her, wondering what had happened to make her so famished. After returning from the kitchen with second, her font paled as she heard her friends mentioning the suicides from the late day.

"What do you imply"unnatural"?"one of her Friend asked Sophie.

"wellspring from what I heard, they all killed themselves in horribly gruesome manner. Supposedly, one them drowned himself in boiling urine, another stabbed himself to expiry, and the third gutted and then hanged himself."

All the little girl gasped in revulsion and crossed themselves, praying to God to protect them from whatever evil might have influenced the boys'deaths and to have mercy on their souls. 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 equal to of ? Could he really be the Antichrist ? Was his coming a sign of the Apocalypse ? And could he really be in this room with her ?

‘ I need to be impregnable and have my religion in God. I've spent my whole biography breeding to link the Swiss Guard and protect His holiness. I won't let this Devil-spawn scare me. With God on my side, he will never perplex me. Lord, please cede me the lastingness to fight back this immorality, to regorge him from this holy city. Let me be the shield for this schoolhouse, let me be an instrument for your Almighty will.'

Repeating those words over and over again to herself, she regained her confidence. She could do it. She could remain firm against this menace. She would not give in.



Of course, the finisher she got to the classroom, the more nervous she felt. Saint Francis Xavier would surely be there. Would he arrive there before her ? After ? Or would they end up walking face by side down the same hall ? She didn't know if she had the force to face him. She arrived at class, and stepping through the face room access, she felt her pith plosive. Xavier was at his desk, eyes closed and chin rested on his hand, as if asleep. Just like before, he wore the mordant coat of a priest but without the neckband, standing out from the other male educatee. She moved slowly past tense him, like a mouse trying to avoid waking a snoozing lion.

"goodness sunup, Helena."

He spoke the lyric, his voice sounding normal to everyone else in the room, but to her, it was dissimilar, having that same commanding deepness from the night before. There was Sir Thomas More to it, though. It was as if in the microsecond between the words being vocalized and reaching her spike, time seemed to come to a sudden creeping. She felt Xavier come up from behind her and grab her by the blazon with her clothes vanishing off her body. He ran his tongue up the length of her dorsum, making her thrill as he sampled the mouthful of her quiet skin. 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 illusion vanished and his Holy Writ reached her.

A few people looked over, wondering what her response would be. Helena's zealotry and affinity for stirring up hassle made her an uneasy person to get penny-pinching to.

"G-good morning…"she mumbled, unable to even release and confront him.

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



The day continued on without anything strange occurring. All of the classes were normal and went by simply. babe Olivia was brutal as usual, though she did let Helena off with a word of advice when she caught her reverie. She had to wonder if Olivia was doing to out of the goodness of her heart or if the Headmaster had told her to go easy. Either way, the hiatus was gracious. Saint Francis Xavier didn't say anything to her for the quietus of the day, never even looked at her. What was going to happen ?



Helena stood in the university school provision store, looking at the plastic jewelry box with jitteriness. Along with notebooks, pencils, and all manner of instrument a educatee would need, the store sold rosary and other religious talismans. The one that capital of Montana was looking at was a medallion with the Triquetra symbol¬–the forget me drug entwined into a triangular grummet, also known as the trinity knot. It was a Celtic yield on the sanctum trey, with the three corners representing the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. Normally she would consume gotten another crucifix for the one that Xavier destroyed, but she had to believe what he told her about it. It did induce sentiency, the Antichrist would only grow stiff against the symbol of his enemy tortured and executed. If she was going to fend off this monstrosity, she couldn't give him anything to use.

The merely rationality why she was hesitating to buy it was because of its lineage. It was Celtic, deriving from her homeland and still popular there. She had farsighted since abandoned her finish and her past times. If she were to put on this, it would mean giving in to everything she had turned her binding 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 cashier and slammed the transparent box on the counter."I'll take it."



Helena was lying in bed, reading the Holy Scripture. She felt safe, each turn of the pages acting as like an audible pulse that shook away her worries. Hanging around her neck was her triad necklace, the free weight and shape 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 loud slam of her text edition told her that she had gotten it all done.

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

"Yeah, Father Samuel doesn't make algebra any well-to-do for us."

"I can't time lag for the weekend, I need to loosen up after all of this work."

For the low gear metre since yesterday, Helena laughed."You say that every week."

Their teeth brushed and warning device clock set, the two girls said their even entreaty and went to bed.



Of all things, it was an endeavor to yawn that woke up capital of Montana, and the realization that she couldn't surface her sass. Her eyes bolted open and she tried to sit up, but she couldn't move from her smudge. Her entire physical structure was paralyzed, as if she were under anaesthesia. She was incapable of even flexing the brawn in her organic structure 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 trace appeared in the recess of the room and from it appeared Xavier. He wasn't wearing any dress and he was erect. He slowly stepped towards Sophie, licking his lips in lustful hungriness. capital of Montana tried to shout, but only produced a shrill hum.

"Helena, can you keep it down ?"her protagonist grumbled.

Leaning over her bed, Saint Francis Xavier grabbed Sophie by the pharynx and squeezed. Shaken awake, Sophie screamed and flailed her arm, but he held her tightly and climbed on top of her. Releasing her throat, he grabbed her wrist and held them up to the headboard. Appearing out of sparse air, a pair of shackles locked on and cuffed her to the bed. Her throat free, Sophie screamed as loud as she could, but her interpreter merely bounced off the walls of the room, as if they were inside a bank building vault.

‘ Is he using he powers to keep her voice from escaping ? Will anyone be able to hear her ?'

"I just roll in the hay that strait. Go ahead and hold on screaming."

"Helena ! Save me !"

"Oh, she can't help you. She's just here to watch as I turn you into a smash toy !"

Xavier then placed his hand on her leg and business of pitch-dark screw thread appeared as if growing from his laurel wreath. The threads wrapped around her ankles and stick them to the book binding of her thigh, then wrapped around her knee joint and pulled them apart, putting her on display. Saint Francis Xavier laughed to himself as he ran his hired man across her body.

"I know this is Europe, but this"all natural"thing is a turn off."

He snapped his digit and Helena closed her eyes, momentarily blinded by a bonfire of flame erupting from Sophie's bed. It was the Saami fire Xavier had used on her, but for some reason, Sophie gave a bloodcurdling howler as if she was being burned at the stakes. Why did it smart Sophie so much more than Helena ? The flame vanished, revealing the bed and Sophie completely unharmed. Her clothes and every hair from the neck 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 big cross flew into his hand, having originally hung above the door. Cackling, he turned it around in his hand, holding the short end so it was like a obelisk. He pressed the other end against her vagina and Sophie began thrashing.

"No ! Please ! Anything but that !"

Ignoring her pleading and the ensue screech, Xavier forced the crown of thorns oceanic abyss inside her, violating her with the symbol of her faith. Helena had never heard anyone cry like that, that mix of annoyance 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 ally ! She put all her strength into moving, but it was like she was trapped in concrete. She wanted to at least open her lip, but it was like she had used superglue for mouthwash.

Xavier pulled the cross out and crouched down, watching the line of her torn hymen dribble out. He ran his tongue between the lips of her snatch, lapping up the origin as if it were honey. Helena watched in revulsion, sickened by this giant's depravity but not surprised. He was the Antichrist ; of course of instruction he would have a thirstiness for her virgin origin. As he continued licking, Sophie's reaction changed. What Helena had thought to be sobs of hurting were becoming pants of arousal, with tears continuing to decant from her eyes as she whimpered with each flick of his tongue. Between her peg, Xavier was playing her like a sax, licking up every sweetly fall of her nectar and teasing her backtalk with his own, while his tongue slithered back and forth inside her. He moved up an inch and put all of his focus on her erect button, stimulating her in ways she never thought potential. Sophie's pocket-size whine became shameful moan as he sucked on the diminished nub and twirled his tongue around it. He even began fingering her, sliding back and forth effortlessly with her arm becoming more and more slippery by the second.

Without even realizing it, capital of Montana was no longer watching in just horror, but also in interest. She had heard about this form of thing,"oral sex"as it was called. Did it really finger that good ? No, no ! She couldn't let herself be enticed by such terrible sine ! How could she even think of such thing while her supporter was being raped ! But she again relapsed as another screech was released, this one making her shiver. She had heard it before as a child, coming from her mom's room when she had visitors over. Had Sophie… just had an orgasm ? Sophie certainly thought so, as she was trying to cut through her face while crying fresh tears.

Xavier sat up and laughed."Why are you crying ? You have no pauperization to feel shame. You are nothing more than an beast after all ; a lowly, ridiculous puppet that spends its world searching for pleasure. God isn't here to judge you, so uncover your true nature and bask this."

He leaned down and began sucking on her knocker, again making her whimper from unwanted intimate bliss. He moved back and forth, painting the succulent hills with his glossa, then securing his lips around her pap and pulling upwards.

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

His fountainhead then darted forward and he joined his backtalk with hers. She tried to resist him, squirming and turning her nerve from side to side, but he grabbed the dorsum of her head and stopped her. He infiltrated her with his tongue, licking every nook of her mouth. This was her firstly candy kiss, and it was French. When she didn't reciprocate, Xavier grabbed one of her knocker and squeezed brutally hard, making her screeching until at lowest giving in. It was a half-assed attempt, but she began kissing him back, even sending her spit into his mouth. All the while Helena watched them, and once or twice, she shuddered as he would calculate directly at her, staring into her eyes.

He sat back up and kneeled between her spread legs, resting his cock on the lips of her pussy.

"Please, God…"she cried.

"You think God will assist you ? You're wrong. Nobody can facilitate you. Nobody can save you. I am going to direct you now and nothing will stop me. Your God isn't here."

Guiding the head between the lips, he grabbed her waistline and forced himself into her. Sophie cried out in physical and emotional agony, but not as loud as when he violated her with the cross. She could feel him inside her, his humanness barreling inside her untouched slit. He buried himself inside her up to the base, pulled out, and then slammed into her again. With centuries of practice, he got into his well-used rhythm and began thrusting like a rodeo bull, slamming against the entrance to her womb with plenty force to make her cry. He leaned over, supporting himself with arms.

Sophie refused to wait at him, feeling his hot breath on her font."Helena…"she begged, turning to her friend.

Helena could do nothing but lookout man as her friend was raped without clemency, Xavier using her physical structure as his own personal sex toy. She cried with her, unable to even open her mouth and say something. It went on like that for another fifteen minute of arc, Xavier never having to enchant his breath. At last-place he stopped, shivering with a beast smile on his face and making Sophie whimper in shame.

"Can you feel it ? Feel all of the source I just sprayed into your uterus ? You're nothing but a hapless cum dumpster, a rag for me to wipe off my cock with after I fill you up with my semen."

Both char thought that he would finish then, but the torment continued. For another two hour, he raped her almost nonstop, hammering her with beastly power and ejaculating into her over and over again with reserves beyond the limits of formula humans. several times, Sophie would fall in a tearful groan from a forcefully induced orgasm, which would make Xavier pay a smash laugh of conquest. The only fourth dimension he really stopped was to climb up to her side and force his prick into her oral fissure, making her drinkable up the mix of his seminal fluid and her snatch juice.

At last, with an minute before dawn, he climbed up off her. Sophie's pussy was bruised and battered with a vast puddle of seminal fluid beneath her. Her insides had been pumped full of his cum, slowly draining out of her. Her branch were flaming and lined with cuts from the bite of the wires he restrained her with. Her face was red and swollen from all the tears she had cried, her voice hoarse from the hr of screaming.

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

He snapped his fingers and the conducting wire binding Sophie disappeared and capital of Montana felt her paralysis ebb. Even while justify, she couldn't move. Her consistency was devoid of strength, as if she were drugged. She and Sophie did nothing but close their eye and trend to sleep.



"Sophie ! Sophie ! Wake up !"

"Huh ? What's going on ?"

The alert was ringing, and as soon as she heard it, Helena woke up and bolted to her friend'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 night ? !"

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

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

"For the erotic love of God, you need to address with one of non-Christian priest and confess something."

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



capital of Montana stood in a hallway overlooking the schooltime variation subject area. She had a free period, while extraneous Sophie and several other students were running lick in gym stratum. Nothing 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 organic structure. Had it really just been a nightmare ? Was her concern blurring her sense of reality ?

"Did you enjoy the show ?"

The whisper in her ear send Helena spinning around, finding herself staring at Xavier with that same evil 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 savage glow to his eye, Xavier grabbed her wrists and slammed her against the windowpane, his lips again to her ear."Now that's not admittedly, even I have a drop of decency. After all, I did erase her memory and restore her consistence to its master experimental condition. I even gave her back her virginity. There is absolutely no proof in the world that I raped her."

Biting her lip, Helena brought up her human knee to try and slam dance him in the groin, but before the rap could touch base, she felt her military capability vanish as if all of her tendons had been severed. Around her neck opening, her collar was glowing and the end of the ethereal III was wrapped around his fingers.

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

He turned her around, making her aspect out the window. She could see Sophie down below, sitting on the pasturage with her friends, all of them panting and laughing while emptying their water bottles.

"Look at her, so clean-handed. She remembers nada 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 womanhood. I said to her finally 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 hanker to feel the flesh of a woman, I think I'll creep into your room and put on a show for you. I wonder which would be more think of, to let her remember every scene so that she can expend the days dreading my reaching, or to heal her and wipe her memory whenever I'm done with her, so that every Night, she gets to experience the horror of some stranger coming into her room and taking her Christian sexual abstention, to lose her virginity to her rapist over… and over… and over again."

"I won't let you bruise 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 character of her world."

"You're just trying to fox me, I won't springiness in !"

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

"I honestly prefer you don't, that would be too drilling. That fire in your eyes, that malcontent spirit… that is what drew me to you. implore to God to protect you, try and shield your friends. I want you to rebel against me. I want you to save hope alive and dream of a day when this shoe collar with be broken. Hope is the impression that things will change, that even the most horrible situation will get to an end. People cling to hope because they have no choice but to believe that they can outlast their Hades or that something will happen to change all the rules of the biz. But every prison term the sun rises on their stark creation, every prison term they feel the strike of the whip or society when someone was supposed to beguile their tormentor's hand, that hope play on them.

I want you to proceed hoping, because that will make your suffering all the more awful. Every time I crush your Hope, you will be overwhelmed by heartbreak, by disappointment, by forsaking and even betrayal by God and the universe around you. Reach for the sun, my little flower, so that I may snip you and post you falling back to worldly concern. Wait for someone to come in and rescue you, so that every fourth dimension you feel my touch, you realize that you are all alone. Make this a magnificent and eternal battle of testament, make me fight to win your heart."He grasped her trinity necklace and held it up to her side."living this close, so that you can determine again and again how useless it is."

He then vanished, leaving Helena to come down to her knee joint, her throat sore and her body 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 climate. He was looking for someone, using his powers to tail her, and as luck would experience it, she was alone. Timing it perfectly, he rounded a corner just as a girl did. She was fifteen, small for her age, with short John Brown hair and a fragile look to her. She had been carrying several Word of God and report, and bumping into him, she fell and everything dropped into a mess.

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

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

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

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

Not used to flattery, she ducked her headway and tried to control her nervousness. She wasn't even picking up document anymore.

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

"springiness that back !"she cried out in embarrassment. He gave it to her and she stood up, all of her self-will in a messy pile in her arm."Thank you,"she said nervously with her human face downcast.

"I could help you."

She looked up at him."What ?"

"I remember stoichiometry being the worst 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 feeling disgrace."Why would person like you help person like me ?"

Xavier put his handwriting on the top of her drumhead, making her look up at him with eyes good of wonder. His grinning was warm and sort."Because something Tell me you've always been afraid to ask for assistance. Listen, I'll be in the library today at 6:00. If you'd like some helper, get along find me."



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

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

Lily was trying to blot out a blate smiling while she squirmed in her seat, unsure of what to do when complimented."T-thank you."

"I'm felicitous to aid you. I've definitely found that the employment at this school is difficult. 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 break, just halt out for a month and you can drop some clock time at home."

Lily brought her manus up to her oral fissure as if to chew her nails, but was really hiding away behind it."This school is my home."

A bit of silence passed between them.

"I understand."She looked up at him and saw the Saami variety grinning as when they met in the hall, but with sadness mixed in."I know that this schooling still acts as a home for kid to induce no early home plate 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 backtalk in the Bob Hope she could cease 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. cipher, especially a young woman as odoriferous as you, deserves to be abandoned like that. I won't make the same misunderstanding they did."

"Do you really imply that ?"He nodded and Lily slowly outstretched her modest deal and rested it on Xavier's palm."Thank you."



Helena stood before the doorway of the university church, trying to shape up the courageousness to touch the handles. It was in here that Xavier had revealed himself as the Antichrist and placed that collar on her. To her, this Christian church had lost the feel of protection, as well perhaps as all churches. But there was person here, somebody who may be able-bodied to aid. Pushing aside her fears, she opened the room access and stepped inside. At the end of the church, by the podium, a priest stood while facing a group of elementary schooltime scholar, pointing out unlike aspects of the social organization and giving them a mechanical understanding. He was Father Hauser, a young priest, early thirties, and at this schoolhouse he was a professor of architecture, namely churches as to be expected. He was also a serious friend of Helena.

Seeing her measure into the church, he grinned and waved her over. A nervous smile, she approached and stood side by side to him in front of the young children.

"male child and girls, this is one of my best students, Helena O'Connor. She has a noble path 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 cathedrals, you could experience been one of the bully architects in Catholic history,"he beamed. He then looked at the shaver."Now that I think about it, on a day as beautiful as today, not even a Christian church is good lieu to keep you all. We'll end this lesson, go out and relish the gravid architecture in the universe : the world that God created for us."

The young bookman 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 last spoke, how have you been ?"

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

"Come, remove a rump. Normally when you come to me, it's because you did something bad and need a Confession. Tell me, how many evildoer did you penalise this prison term ?"

He sat down on the pew and Helena sat with him, but she couldn't make eye contact. Her medal 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 eyes trembling with fear."Everyone in this school day is in danger."

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

capital of Montana could feel the neckband beginning to awaken. If she was right, then if she tried to reveal Xavier's mystical like she had with Sophie, the seal would close her throat and block off her from speaking. But perhaps, if she chose her words 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.

"Helena !"Hauser exclaimed, trying to hold her from falling over.

Her throat relaxed but she could state the stain could have done worse. 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 peril ?"

She took a instant to think, trying to number up with a way to fool the brand. ‘ Maybe I don't have to tell him, maybe I can tell the truth by lying.'“ Last Night, I had a aspiration. It was more than a aspiration, 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 service."A war that will… show… the truth. Father Hauser, everyone in the schoolhouse is in danger."

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

"Helena, time lag !"She stopped and looked back at Hauser."Don't go, we need to mouth about this."

"I'm sorry, Father, but my next class is about to start. If I say anything more than, I'll be late. Do you infer ? I can't William 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 school, trench in thought. He was a fourth-year, but he had been gone for a while. His hairsbreadth was hanker and unkempt, his shirt was undone with rolled up arm, 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 strict Catholic shoal, but above all, he was a man of faith, and the scowl he wore was one of Stoicism. He had finally come back to school after taking care of job back menage, but now he was hesitant to abuse onto the premises.

"There's something wickedness here."





Chapter 3



"Your teachers sure weren't happy about you not coming in. You were supposed to be back for class yesterday. Did matter back household take longer than expected ?"

forefather Hauser was in his office, pouring a cup of tea for a student. He was a fourth-year, taller and more than muscular than others in his grade, and while he had mellow grades, he was often punished for his neglect of garb computer code and proper appearance. His hanker hair was unkempt, his shirt a raft, 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 school. I still don't feel well-heeled here."

"What do you mean ?"

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

"Such as… ?"

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

Sitting behind his desk, Father Hauser leaned back in his chairperson."Was this like the early sentence ? Did it feel like the investigations ?"

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

"Thane, do you really conceive there is something at this school ? A intent ? A poltergeist ? A ogre ?"

"None of those. This is something new."

"And you're sure ?"

"Absolutely."

Once again, Hauser leaned back in his chairman, inscrutable in thought.

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

"A few 24-hour interval ago, there were three suicides in the city. They weren't our student, but it was very unusual. They were performed simultaneously at different locations and in very gruesome ways. Then yesterday, a scholarly person came and told me about a dream she had of a come up war. She told me that everyone in school was in danger."

"Who was she ? What was her name ?"

"Thane, do you really think I can state 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 dream she had, but if it really was just a aspiration, then it's well that she block it."

The queasy student sighed."All right, I understand. Just please save a lookout for anything unusual."

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



"What did you require to talk to me about ?"

Xavier was facing Lily, the two of them standing in the shade behind the school gymnasium. The diminished girlfriend was even more aflutter than before, but she seemed less mournful.

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

He gave her a brightly smile, one that warmed her heart."Of course I would never abandon you. You're too precious to me to ever leave you behind."

"There's something I really necessitate to tell you. Xavier… I… I l-lo…"

She turned away from him with her handwriting over her face, overwhelmed with overplus. He stepped forward and lifted her Kuki, forcing her to front up at him."Relax, you can tell me anything."

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

"Xavier, I l-love you,"she murmured with a blush of care on her cute face.

Saint Francis Xavier worked to suppress a unholy grin. ‘ She's even well-off than I thought. I originally figured it would deal at to the lowest degree two workweek for her to pass on this far. Hell, I probably won't even need to use any top executive to influence her into the perfect little slave.'

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

That compliment sealed the deal.

"Yes, I really have sex you. You're the first person who's ever been gracious to me. When I was with you, I felt for the first time in my life that I wasn't being a loading to anyone."

"well, to be honest, I love you too. I fell for you the moment I looked at you and saw those undimmed, beautiful eyes. You have such a soft and blue someone. I want to spend the eternal sleep of my life with you."

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

"Of course, but we'll have to be careful. Dating is strictly forbidden here and we can't get caught. It will be a secret love, sympathise ?"

In his judgement, Xavier was cackling at the look of happiness on her face. A secret love life ? 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 service protect us and make sure we can be together forever."

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

"first regulation : You have do everything I tell you without question. We can't be in a relationship if I don't have your complete and add up trust. You do trust me, don't you ?"

"Of form 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 lady friend. The 2d rule is that you can't talk to anyone unless I give you permission. Other people won't empathise our special bond certificate, so we can't let them get close. Do you empathise ? If anyone were to retrieve out about us, we wouldn't be allowed to be together. At this school, all we have is each other, nobody else."

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

"The tertiary rule is simpleton, we have to love each other more anyone else possibly could. Nobody on this earth will ever jazz you as much as I do, just like I know cipher could ever be intimate me as much as you do, understand ?"

She nodded and he took a moment to pass over away More tears of joy. He then changed his tone, putting on the façade of despair."And the quaternary ruler is that if you break any of the other rules, you'll need to be disciplined. You have to follow the rules, no matter 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 force me to do it. Do you understand ?"

She again nodded, the little vellication of unease in her heart at the mention of punishment, but her heart easily convinced. She had to never break the convention. She couldn't allow herself to be so savage as to piddle Xavier punish her.

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

Shock flashed across her face."What ?"

"wellspring we know that we're going to get conjoin 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 roommate 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 impudent air to our skin ? We're doing what nature intended us to do, so doesn't it seem the most trying on that our beginning fourth dimension be out in nature instead of in some wickedness bedroom ? We could do it here in the chill shade or out in the lighting and experience the warmheartedness of the sun on our intertwine bodies."

He could separate he had won her over, but she was still very hesitating. She was wringing her bird, ineffective to look at him."I… I don't experience how to make love,"she soft softly.

Xavier smiled and again rubbed the top of her head."Don't worry, I know how it's supposed to be done. I'll appearance 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 body of yours."

Trembling like a folio but desperate to sustain Saint Francis Xavier happy, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled off her skirt. He then took the adjacent stride for her, sliding her step-in down her smooth legs and unfastening her bra. While she was scrawny for her age, she was showing signs of development, with a small spell of pubic whisker above her slit and meek B-cup chest. Her tegument was like the shape of a ripe Prunus persica, porcelain white and as soft as flower petals. She tried to hide herself, not from Xavier, but from the humanity around them.

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

The skin senses of his lips to her easy skin relaxed her and she allowed her heftiness to untwist. Down on one knee joint, he traced his fingers around her bright pink areolas, making her shiver.

"Your mammilla are very sensitive erogenous zones. Do you have it off what that means ? It means that they provide sexual joy when stimulated."

He then began to osculate her boob, taking time to bug her minor buds with his tongue. Lily leaned against the brick bulwark behind her, panting from the blissful sense impression of such informal middleman. Whichever nipple he wasn't sucking on, he pinched with his finger to get her whimper. He came up and started kissing her, showing her how to actuate her backtalk and touching her clapper with his. With their tongues wrapped around each other, he placed his manus between her legs and rubbed her virgin gate with his thumb. She wanted to crusade his hand away, suddenly feeling scared as thing progressed, but she obeyed Saint Francis Xavier and allowed him to rally the squiffy lips. He inserted his thumb into her, making her whimper with the exotic experience. He moved back and forth inside her, loosening her up and making her hale body flare pass with a fever of arousal. It was when he started rubbing her clit that her voice really began to leak out.

"This is your clit. It's incredibly medium, and if I touch it enough, it'll make you have an climax, otherwise known as"cumming ”. Are you gear up ?"

"Ready for what ?"

Instead of answering, Saint Francis Xavier slipped his index and middle finger into her, struggling to fit them in so crocked a twat. Lily released a asphyxiate moan and Xavier's bowel movement changed, now becoming rapid and indifferent. He was jamming his fingers deep inside her at frantic speeds while using his pollex to work her clit like the action button of a videogame accountant. She leaned on him, gagging from the deluge sense experience. With all of her willpower, she held onto Xavier's pinch with her teeth, trying not to let her uncontrollable moaning escape valve. Xavier continued his assault on her kitty-cat, fingering her so hard and fast that she raised one leg to try and lesson the extreme sensations. He grabbed her other leg and lifted her off the ground, putting her altogether weightiness on his manus as he pumped his fingers in her like the firing pin of an uzi. Her body was trembling from the personnel of his thrusts, her tiny ass jiggling with her inner thigh wet from her spilling wetness.

At lowest, she gave the signifying moan that she had achieved her world-class orgasm. Wave of pleasure swept through her, filling her mind with fireworks while every heftiness simultaneously convulsed. She collapsed on his shoulder joint, panting like a Marathon runner. He sat her down on the ground, leaning her against the brick wall. While he waited for her to enamor her breath, he licked his fingers clean.

"Your digit 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 gasp, letting his pecker jump out like a springboard. She stared at it with wide eye, having never seen an genuine phallus in her life. To her it was terrifyingly prominent. What was he going to do with it ?

"Now for the next example, oral sex. This is my cock and I want you to suck on it. Think of it as a big ice lolly. Can you do that for me ?"She stared at it in uncertainty, unable to answer."Put your manus on it and stroke it first, just to get used to it."

Her small hand shaking, she slowly reached up and wrapped her finger around his member. The feel of it was almost scarey to her, both the unbelievable heat it seemed to give off and the pulsating muscular tissue beneath the skin. She moved her hand back and forth, using that sense of touch to familiarise herself with it.

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

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

"outdoors your rima oris and read in as much as you can. Whatever you do, don't let your teeth touch it."

She opened her mouth wide and he slid it in, taking his metre to rub the head against her knife. She closed her lips around it and he slowly pushed it in until she started to gag.

"There you go. Doesn't it feel unspoiled to have that in your rima oris ? Now start moving your head back and Forth River. suction on it like a vacuum, use your tongue and cheeks."

Desperate to obey, she began bobbing her read/write head while using the soft parts of her mouth to pleasure him. He sighed with a smiling as she diligently worked, her sureness and skill rising with each passing mo. He put his manus on her head, breathing heavily from the cause of the young woman.

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

Holding the sides of her head, he pushed himself in to her throat. Immediately she tried to campaign him off her, feeling her gag reflex firing up and trying to release the mass.

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

rip were streaming down her face and saliva was pouring from her humiliated lip and making a muss on her breasts. He managed to swallow himself in all the way, with his testicles resting on her Kuki-Chin. Lily looked like she was about to pass out, wordlessly whining that she couldn't intimation. He at last pulled out of her, letting her take a desperate breath of air, then smeared his shaft across her brass and put it back in her sassing. Knowing that she couldn't disobey him, she powered through with the tears and saliva drying off her face.

"Ok, I think I'm about to cum. spread out your oral fissure and cohere your tongue out."

Glad to deliver it out of her pharynx, she opened astray while he stroked himself, breaking the seal of his coming. The first shot of semen went across her case, shocking her, and the second gear and third covered her knife. The endorsement she closed her mouth, she shuddered in revulsion and tried to ptyalize it out, but Xavier stopped her.

"No, take back it all. Do you bang what is ? That's the liquid form of my erotic 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 beloved. He then wiped the semen off her face and held her hired man out to her. Having developed an instinct for respect, she started licking his helping hand clean like a cat, making surely that every last sperm ended up in her mouth.

"You're doing perfect, just to be expected from the world's in force girl. Now onto the briny dish : 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 prospect 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 grownup and you're just a short kid. I guess you and I can't be together after all. I'll just accept to hold off four or five years 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 girl. Ok, ferment to the wall and bend over with your leg spread. Put your hands on the wall.

getting into place, she shivered as Xavier stood behind her and picked her up by her hips, needing to do so due to the difference in their tallness. With one arm wrapped around her, he used his unblock hired man to permeate her. Lily whined as the sinewy heap pushed through her lips and entered her body. It was so big compared to her that she thought it was going to rip her apart. Xavier didn't hesitate to bust her maidenhead, simply pushing himself until he was buried inside her up to the fundament. She was so mingy around him, her diminutive trunk struggling to accommodate his cock. Lily was pushing against the bulwark with tears running down her side. She couldn't show Xavier any helplessness. She had to prove she loved him.

Loving the tactile property of wearing yet another deflowered girl like a condom, Xavier chuckled to himself and pulled out, letting her virgin rip trickle off the shaft of his cock. Then squeeze back into her, making her yelping, and then just as quickly pulled out. He began pumping her with a steadfast but building regular recurrence, slamming his manhood against the entrance to her womb, pulling out, and then repeating. With every thrusting, Lily gave a small cry of pain, but with the passing endorsement, that pain became conflate with pleasure. Their position was awkward and soon had to be reworked.

Saint Francis Xavier had Lily pressed against the wall like he was arresting her, holding her off the ground with one of her legs raised so that he had wanton access. She could smell the mortar in the rampart, and her pap were chaffing against the cold brick. Was this was honey was supposed to feel like ? Did everyone do it this way ? Getting mounted from behind with their face against a rampart ? No, she couldn't let herself recollect like that. Xavier loved her, he told her so. Besides, he was the only one that loved her ; she had to remember that. She had no one but him.

Eventually the position further devolved, Xavier now holding Lily like a wheelbarrow, continuing to plunder her lowly dead body with her trying to apply herself off the reason. An increase in the disorderliness of Xavier's jab told her that he was cumming again, and proving her right, he suddenly stopped and she could feel jets of hot sperm being emptied into her woman. The white syrup overflowed from her lilliputian snatch, running down her belly, between her small bosom, and dripping off her chin. Xavier lowered her to the flat coat, the young woman curled up and panting. He picked up her discard panties and used them to wipe off his deflating manhood.

"Can you feel that ? Can you feel how often love I just shot into you ?"She silently nodded, not trusting her spokesperson."Good, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together. Your soundbox belongs to me now, got it ?"She nodded again."soundly, and make sure you shave yourself down there before our following meet. Hair is a real turnoff for me."



The varlet were flipped with choler and impatience, but refused to give up the arcanum Helena was after. She was in the program library, looking for any info she could get on the Antichrist. She couldn't find much ; every mentioning was about what would happen with the Apocalypse and told her nothing that she didn't already know from reading the Book : a magnetic guy would appear, a wiz of politics and economics, who would use fake miracles and lies to ferment masses away from Jesus. Then Jesus would show up and the Revelation of Saint John the Divine would happen.

But nothing told her how to beat him herself, or how to at least fight him. What really concerned her was that he wasn't following the biblical vaticination. 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-pitched school day student ? Had he always had his electric current appearance ? Or could he change the way he looked so that he could improve assume identities and office of top executive ? He had mentioned earlier that he was thinking about his future, that there was a whole man just waiting to be conquered. What was he really planning ?

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



Father Hauser sat in his minor office, deep in idea. The things capital of Montana and Thane had told him were very concerning. He had known Helena since she first came to Rosewood University and regarded her as a very brave and enlivened youth woman. She often came to him for helper when she did something bad, both in search of counseling and for help escaping the Discipline commission's ire. But when she spoke to him in the church… that was the first fourth dimension he had seen her truly frightened. Why would she say the total school day was in peril and then just run off ?

He thought back to what she said, searching for hint. ‘ She said that there was going to be a war that would show the truth. Show… the truth… What true statement ? 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 think everyone in Rome is in danger. Thane said that there was something wickedness in the school as well, something different from the former cases. Maybe… Helena is a dupe of self-possession and what she saw was a nightmare brought on by whatever is haunting her ? Thane told me to keep a lookout for any strange phenomena, maybe I should try looking at Helena…'



"Excuse me, are you Chad ?"

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

"My name is capital of Montana, and I was hoping I could ask you something."

"Ok, shoot."

She sat down next to him at the picnic table, setting her book bag beside her."You're Xavier's roomy, right ?"

"Uh… yeah."

"Is there anything you could tell me about him ? Anything weird you might sustain noticed about him ?"

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

capital of Montana groaned in pain."I'm not rummy in that way. I met him the day he first came here and he seems like kind of a Wyrd 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 Wyrd to me. He's quiet, doesn't talk to me often, but he's always very polite."

"Energy Department he birth any weird stuff in your way ? Anything that might turn over a clue as to where he's from ?"

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

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

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

Swinging her arm, she"accidentally"struck Chad in the face with her book bag, breaking his nose and sending him to the terra firma, howling in pain.

‘ Lord, please forgive me for that. I'm only doing what I must.'“ Oh my god, Chadic ! I'm so sorry, are you alright ? !"He only gave a muffled cry, trying to break the bloodline pouring to his nozzle."It's ok, I'll help get you to the infirmary."Taking advantage of his pain in the ass, she pulled him to his feet while sneaking her hand into his air hole and taking his dorm elbow room key. ‘ And please forgive me for that too.'



There was hushed muttering in the cafeteria as Thane made his way to the kitchen with an discharge tray for dinner. He was well-known in this school, more than just for his untidy appearance.

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

"That's black lovage Thane, he's a elderly. 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 one-sixth gumption and is able-bodied to free hoi polloi from possession 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 logical argument in the kitchen, moving his tray down the metallic element slide. Someone got behind him. At that moment, his intact body froze and became suddenly drenched with a moth-eaten exertion. Around him, the paint peeled off the bulwark, the food became rotten, the metal rusted, and everyone in the kitchen turned to skeletons and crumbled. The cap above his forefront was ripped away, revealing a hurricane of fire operating cost. Feeling a blaring high temperature on his back, he turned around. The school was gone, all of Rome swept aside as if by a nuclear blowup. In its place was a literal mountain of skeletons, with flames streaming up through the eye sockets of the skulls and between the bones. At the top of the mess sat a figure on an obsidian potty, surrounded by defenseless char with collars on their necks, swooning at his feet and clambering for his attention.

The figure was twenty human foot in height with a very muscular figure. In the misprint blink of an eye, the pattern disappeared and reappeared in front of Thane, their faces so fill up that he could see nothing but the bally flaming churning in his eyes. A colossal hand closed around his pharynx and a monstrous yowl slammed into his eardrums, making him nearly pass out in agony.

"Hey, are you ok ?"

Thane was shaken from the delusion, finding Xavier standing in front of him. The handwriting that had been around his throat was instead on his shoulder. 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 older stared at him as he walked away, picking up food for thought laid out by the cafeteria proletarian and setting it on his tray.

‘ What in God's name was that ?'

Xavier was thinking the Saame affair, while on his case, his lips had curled into an pernicious smirk. ‘ Interesting, very interesting.'



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

‘ Ok, the first thing I have to do is figure out which is his bed.'

There weren't any picture show or anything on the bedside tables and no post-horse on the rampart. She crouched down beside the bed on the right hand, 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 reason, she found herself enjoying the scent.

smell her warmheartedness disturbance, she slapped herself."What the netherworld are you thinking ? !"

Reaching under the bed, she grabbed his duffel bag bag and pulled it out. Unzipping the bag, she opened it wide but found only fifth wheel clothes. She dug through them, having to be measured and make sure that anything she touched was put back in its true billet. Her patience wore thin though, and she merely emptied the substance on the floor. Moving aside the clothes, she found his billfold and passport, but found nothing of importance interior. According to his ID, he was from New Seeland, but considering his age, she knew that to be a lie. Underneath a put away pelage, she found a small photo album, about the size of it of a pocketbook. She was scared to open it, having a respectable approximation of what was inside. They were probably mental picture of women, either before or after he raped them, but they might also offer a clue as to his origins. She opened it up, feeling the knot in her venter immediately unraveling.

The first picture was the Pyramids 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 top of Everest ? ! He was looking at the television camera, not wearing any wintertime appurtenance, completely unaffected by the frigidity. He was smiling. The thirdly picture was very old, black and Edward Douglas White Jr. even, and it showed the Eifel Tower. The 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 next to him. Was that his dog ? Or had the proprietor allowed him to learn a impression 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 picture. There was no telling what he had been doing before the creation of tv camera, no sort of support of his legal action, but could it be possible that he had always been like this ? Traveling from place to office like a tourist ? Had he really spent these final stage two thousand geezerhood like a college pupil backpacking around the world ? He was never with people in these pictorial matter, never in a mathematical group pic, but there were stack of pictures of him with dog. She had seen Xavier smiling, such as the fake one he wore when around people, and the sadistic smirk he had when he showed his lawful colors, like when he raped Sophie. These were different. He looked… happy. Was it possible for even the Antichrist to experience something so innocent as happiness without hurting someone ? Was his appearance not his solitary homo quality ?

These motion-picture show proved his age, some of them looking like they dated back to the nineteenth century. If she showed them to person, she could convince them of what he was. She put his dress back in his bag, arranging everything the way they had been before, but kept the photo album with her. About to leave with it, she pulled her paw off the doorknob as she felt her collar activate. It seemed that Xavier had predicted something like this and made normal regarding certain possessions. She finally had what she needed to fall apart free of Xavier's control and pull through Sophie and the residual of the schooltime, but it was out of her stretch.

She looked at the small leather Holy Writ in her paw. It was the seal of approval that had stopped her from taking it, but for some reason, a pocket-size persona of her felt glad that she couldn't. She had been so desperate for proof of what he was, trial impression that she could use to disclose him and free herself, but this wasn't the kind of proof that she wanted. She wanted to use his iniquity against him, to let on his crimes to the earthly concern so that he could be stopped and hopefully even destroyed. As much as she hated him and as a great deal as she wanted him numb, it didn't feel right to use his one art object of innocence as a weapon system. She wanted the smoking gun that would record the world that he was a behemoth, not the one cherished possession that proved that even a monster like him was capable of joy.

She pulled his duffle bag back out from under his bed and returned to photo record album. Xavier may have won this round, but she would find something she could use against him, something that would end his sovereignty. 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 have his way with Sophie again. This time, he had her on her genu, bent-grass over with her wrist bound to the headboard like before. He laughed as he raped her, thrusting into her deflowered puss like a jackhammer. Every time he pushed in, his thigh would clap against her ass and make it joggle. Sophie was crying nonstop, her torment heightened when he would touch down and stifle her bouncing knocker. Paralyzed in her bed like before, capital of Montana could do zero but watch, crying rip of her own. The indorsement time around was no less awed, the painfulness of watching her right friend being brutalized feeling like an icicle going through her core. She just had to hope that Saint Francis Xavier would again erase Sophie's memory and restore her body.

‘ Just hang on, Sophie. I'll find a way to lay aside you.'





Chapter 4



Lily whimpered with her face to the ground, feeling more crushed than ever in her spirit. She felt like she was doing something faulty, something dangerous and unwholesome. She was with Xavier behind the university gym, enjoying the privacy. Buzzing inside her were two large vibrators, one in her ass and one in her pussy, with Xavier stirring them to far deepen the tidal wave of sensations sweeping through her. He was training her in anal playing period, having convinced her that it would be a great method of bringing her joy and strong-arm pleasure, as well as let them break down the strong-arm and worked up roadblock between them.

In realness, he was doing this to step down whatever electrical resistance she might have to his will. The more he humiliated her like this, the more accustomed she would be to following his orders. But this covert ill-usage wasn't all that was in their relationship. Over the weekend, he had taken her off campus for a span of dates, the get-go being luncheon and base on balls around the car park and the second being dinner and a movie. Never in her life had Lily smiled so much and been so well-chosen as when she clung to Xavier's arm, and her sexual love for him only grew strong. This concoction of warmness and abuse was turning her into the thoroughgoing 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 feeling the toys buzzing in your naughty component ? I bet it'll really sense good if I do this…"

He revealed another vibrator, about the sizing of a dime and worn on his fingerbreadth with a small strap. He pressed it to her button, making Lily's part jump in book. The expression on her face, it was like she was melting. She couldn't take it anymore ; the three toy were too a good deal. Covering her mouth with her hand, she cried out as she had climax after sexual climax, cumming so hard that the toy in her pussy was pushed out with a dab of her liquidness foreplay. Her small body heaving from her desperate panting, she shivered as she felt Xavier's tongue replace the dildo in her ass. After all the fourth dimension with the vibrators inside her, her DoI was incredibly sensible, but that didn't stop him from licking every corner. He moved back and Forth River between the two opening, sending his natural language so cryptical inside her that should have almost sworn that he was office snake.

"I can still smell the soap from how hard you scrubbed down here in the exhibitioner. You're such a just girl. I love going down on you, you have a luscious and beautiful body."

"Really ?"

"Oh course of study, you're the most beautiful girl in the entire world."

He pulled away and got to his feet, proceeding to unbuckle his knickers and let his manhood falling out relinquish."Make sure you get it good and wet so that it will slide in easy."

Sitting up, Lily took his prick in her mouth as if it had become 2d nature. They hadn't been dating long, but Saint Francis Xavier had quickly taught her what her duty was as his cleaning lady. respective clock time during their dates, and every time they were capable to meet up during the school day, he would have her suck 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 back of her throat. He made certainly to stroke her hair and give her a loving grin, as well as tell her what a good girl she was and what a perfective job she was doing.

After a few minutes, he had her stop and then sat down on the ground, motioning for her to get on. Knowing what he wanted, she crouched over his lap and spread her impertinence, letting him set her down on his hammer. 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 feel it."

With her rear to him, Saint Francis Xavier had her put her feet on his knees and started bucking his hip joint, thrusting up into her with centuries of experience. Lily had to work to preserve her articulation contained, feeling her body wanting to thrash about from the sensation of Saint Francis Xavier's manhood slamming into her back threshold. She often wished he could be more merciful with how hard he fucked her, especially since this was her first time being sodomized, but as long as he loved her and as long as she got to cum, she could hold in her charge. Besides, she was beginning to love it.

"Your motherfucker tone so nice around my rooster, it's so warm and balmy. Do you feel just ?"

"Yes ! It feels good !"

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

He wrapped one arm around her ramification and lifted them, curling her up with her knees to his chest. While continuing to send out his peter deep into her asshole, he used his early hand to finger her dripping pussy. It took less than a instant for them to both cum, Lily soaking Saint Francis Xavier's fingers and Xavier sending spurt after jet of semen into her asshole.

"Can you feel it ? sense how practically love I pumped into you ?"

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

Saint Francis Xavier had engraved this into her mind : semen equaled affection. He had brainwashed her into thinking that it was the physical manifestation of his love for her. She would lap it off the floor if any free fall were to come down and would beg him to pour it into her.

"Ok, time to take up it clean."

"B-but it was in my…"

"I still have more seminal fluid, don't you want to drink it up ? Besides, you have to pick me off."

She wordlessly obeyed, getting off his lap and turning around. She winced at the taste 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 little butt male plug in her back end end.

"There. That way it won't making water out and go to waste. I want you to stay fresh it inside you until we can suffer up tomorrow. Do not need 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 uneasiness removed.



Thane crouched down in the hall, duct-taping a battery to the bulwark. He had done this well over a hundred metre already, taking advantage of his unloosen period to try and shed some sparkle on what was going on. He had to be quiet when he moved around like this, as while the schoolhouse did move over him some valuation account, there were family going on all around him. Making sure enough he couldn't be seen through the small window in the room access of the classroom at his side, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a reach. The needle jiggled from the movement, but did not gyrate, something that would normally take place in an surface area of extrasensory activity. What was going on ? He was surely there was something immorality in these Hall, but if the compass wasn't showing any signboard, then this really was something different.

He put the compass back in his pocket and replaced it with a interpreter recorder.

"Elementary School building, Wing 5. April 17th, 2015.
Our Padre in heaven,
hallowed be your public figure,
your kingdom seed,
your will be done,
on earth as in heaven.
Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our sins
as we forgive those who sin against us.
Save us from the time of tryout
and give birth us from evil.
For the realm, the great power, and the halo are yours
now and for ever. Amen."

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



Likewise, begetter Hauser was doing research as well. Hearing Thane's words had made him curious about something. He had told the scholar about the three suicides, but now he couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was a connection between them and whatever it was that Thane was sensing. He was in his office, looking over every newspaper and yellow journalism he could get his hands on. The three felo-de-se had made the news with their unusual and ghastly demeanour, but the information he was able to glean was limited. He knew their names and what school they went to, but nothing personal. There was plenty of speculation of course ; different sources claiming that they had been on drugs, that it was a infernal rite, or that they had done it simply to get their fifteen minutes of fame.

He had considered speaking to the parents of the victim, but that wouldn't work. He was a priest, not a detective. He wasn't even the priest from their church service. They had no reason to answer his questions and were probably cat of the questioner, not to mention that as a Catholic priest, he had to hold back a space from the families since the boys had committed the sin of suicide.

Wait, there was something. On one of the tabloids, he saw that the son had been admitted to and released from a hospital that very day. Why did they all go to the hospital ? Did it have something to do with their deaths ?



Helena watched Xavier suffer his way with the crying Sophie, as he had done time and sentence again. She had lost count of how many times she had been forced to watch. She had no idea how many minute he had spent raping her best friend in front of her. These tenacious, unsatisfied nights were sapping her forcefulness, making it difficult to stay awake during class. When she did sleep, she had nightmare of Xavier. He would be in her bed, fondling her, whispering in her ear. Some dark, he wouldn't show 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 flock with her. The other possibility was that he had gotten his fill of the flesh of a cleaning lady, finding some other poor female child to use.

minute later, he stood up, panting with semen dribbling out of Sophie's puss and asshole. He then turned to Helena, still paralyzed. A small smile, he strode over to her, making her inwardness race with each stone's throw he took. What was he going to do to her ? Was she next ?

He sat down on the bed, licking his backtalk while he stroked her hair."What do you believe ? By now, you must have developed a taste for it."He reached under the covers and Helena struggled against her palsy, feeling his fingerbreadth reach her moist scanty."My, my, you're so wet. Are you aware 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 pain and abasement make you shiver ? Or do you sense left out ? Do you envy her for being able-bodied to palpate the manhood of her victor thrusting deep into her pussy ?"

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

"Ah, I love that wrathful fire in your eyes. Let's put it to the mental testing, shall we ?"

With a motion-picture show of his script, he drew a notecard from nonexistence, holding it between his fingers. He slipped it under her pillow."fourth dimension for things to start moving between you and I. Goodnight."

He then kissed her on the forehead and disappeared.



Helena slowly stirred to the speech sound of her warning signal clock. The events of concluding nighttime were blurred to her. She remembered Xavier brutalizing Sophie… then coming over to her. Wait, the notecard ! About to look for it under her pillow, she realized it was clutched tightly in her hands, the way she would cling to her medallion in prayer. Making sure Sophie didn't see it, she faced the wall and read the card.

IF YOU WANT TO PROTECT SOPHIE FROM ME TONIGHT, time lag FOR HER TO LEAVE THE ROOM AND SAY THE Book"PUNISH ME ”. YOUR labor FOR THE DAY WILL BEGIN.

Helena's tenderness dropped into her stomach. Oh God, what in the reality was he going to get her do ? !

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

She took a trench hint."I really just need to lie in bed for a little while tenacious. Go on to breakfast without me, I'll be there in ten minutes."

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

"I'll be very well, just go on ahead."

Sophie left and Helena immediately sat up in bed. She looked over the placard again, studying every millimeter. There was no alright mark she could ascertain, no other instructions or clarification. If she said the Holy Scripture"penalise me ”, then she would be given some form of labor for the day, and in exchange, Sophie would be free from torment for that Nox. But could she believe Xavier ? Would he keep his Christian Bible ? Would this task really only last for a day or would this be the submission he claimed he would win from her ? She knew… she had to do it. What sort of Quaker would she be if she allowed that monster to ingest his way with Sophie when she had the chance to protect her ? And if Christ was willing to give his life for the hell of all mankind, she could put up with Xavier's cruelty for the rice beer of her friend's safety.

She stood up out of bed and took a deep breathing place."Lord, feed me strength."She looked down at the batting order."Punish me."

Her collar immediately activated, turning into a gang of light around her neck. From the anchor ring stretched blackamoor medal, wrapping around her trunk over and over again in complex knots. Known as the tortoise casing formation, they formed a net across her trunk like a spider web. She didn't feel anything from the ribbons ; they were fairly loose. It was awkward and embarrassing, for sure, but not painful or even very unpleasant. About to think that she had lucked out, she gagged as the medal merged with her tegument, turning into tattoos. It wasn't the wiz of them merging with her that had nearly brought her to her knee, but what happened on those lines. inconspicuous R-2 bound her, following the pattern of the lines etched into her cutis. They were so tight, digging into her skin and making it hard to take full moon breaths. Her breasts were being squeezed as if with zip ties, while one section of the rope went between her peg. Not only was had it settled in her ass like a lash, but there was a knot right against her clitoris.

She fell to her genu, blushing from the esthesis of the bonds rubbing against her most sensitive maculation. No matter how she moved, she felt the rope chute between her legs and around her breasts. She moved her manus across her eubstance, feeling real invisible ropes tied around her, as if she could cut them off and them use them for mountain mounting. Or was it the billet on her skin making her feel like they were veridical ? What was the point of this ? To make her smell helpless ? To bring down pain ? It was certainly working. She had heard that people liked to be tied up like this for intimate pleasure, but she just failed to grasp how anyone could enjoy it. Though with the way the roofy were touching her, she could definitely feel stimulation…

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

rich person A NICE DAY AT schoolhouse

That son of a bitch.



"good dayspring, Helena. Oh… wow, are you ok ?"

Helena had arrived at the usual spot where she ate with her booster, and they immediately noticed how blush her aspect was. It had taken a lot of courage to leave her room. Her clothes didn't show the invisible ropes on her body, confirming for her that it was really the blackened air on her skin that were binding her. Getting dressed had been difficult and going down the stairs had been even worse. The ropes weren't chafing or leaving any marks. It was more like she was feeling impalpable insistence and her face endings were being tricked into thinking they were really there.

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

She sat down at the tabular array, trying not to wince from the tactual sensation of the roofy grinding against her slit. The longsighted she was bound, the more sensitive she was becoming.

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

Helena looked to where her friend was pointing, spotting the disheveled bookman."So what ?"

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

Helena stared at him with wide oculus. ‘ Wait, he's looking for a demon ? Is it possible that he knows Saint Francis Xavier is here ? Maybe he can help me !'



forefather Hauser sat in the waiting region by the ingress to the yellow journalism building. He had managed to convince the chief of the magazine publisher to see him, and hopefully he could get to a greater extent information 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 spot doorway, which had a window of blurred glass with the chief's name and title. He stepped into the place, the walls lined with framed headlines from the magazine. Working at his computing device was the headman, an overweight balding man.

He stood up and shook Hauser's handwriting."Ah, beginner Hauser, what can I do for you ?"

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

"Father, I'm sure you know I can't give up my origin, even to a man of the church."

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

"Oh please, you think you're the only if one ? We weren't the offset newspaper publisher to say they were doing Devil worship. Every medium wall socket is being hounded by zealots."

"Well what I'm queer about is the fact that they were coming from a hospital. Can you at least tell me what you know about that ?"

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

"time lag, do you know by who ?"

"Now I certainly can't just kick in you that data. I do have—"

"I hereby absolve you of all your sins."

"There we go. Supposedly it was a girl from rosewood tree University."



"come on, O'Connor ! Try to keep up !"

Regardless of the jitney's barking, Helena struggled to keep up with the other girls. It was gym family and she was swimming in the university kitty. With the unseeable ropes binding her, any kind of physical natural process was a nightmare. She never realized how practically she moved her torso when swimming, and every time she gasped for air, she felt her breathing spell being halved from the density of the restraint. Then there was the humiliation she was feeling. Everything she had seen and experienced so far today told her that the roofy were invisible, but when wearing zero but a school swimming costume, she felt like the completely human beings could see her in this shameful straightjacket. Then there were the argument, the black telephone circuit on her skin, as blanket as her fingerbreadth and clear as day. Luckily, swimsuit at a Catholic schoolhouse were as modest they could be. They were more wish wetsuits but with shorter sleeves and pants peg and covering her throat like a turtleneck, so her shoe collar and the binds around her shoulders were covered.

The class was supposed to do five circle, but by the metre all the former girls were done, she had only accomplished two. She was more tired than any of them, feeling the ropes sap her strength. The wiz was dissimilar in the pee. They felt almost like fingers brushing up against her material body, like a full-body massage. It wasn't nearly as blissful as a really massage, but the arousal was just as potent. The tightness around her chest like they were being fondled, the friction of the rophy between her legs, and the grip on her shoulder joint and stomach left her a blushing wreck, clinging to the edge of the kitty with the other little girl and gasping for air. The water was cool off but she felt so damn hot. Her schoolfellow all looked back at her and whispered amongst themselves, wondering what was damage with her.

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

"Sorry, Ms. Edwards. I'm feeling puke today."

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

Nodding in gratitude, capital of Montana slowly climbed out of the pool and made her way to the locker room. This was actually the best opening for her. She had been forced to modify into her swimsuit before class in the secrecy of the lavatory, wearing it under her uniform so that no one would see the tattoos. Now, she could shower and get dressed without anyone seeing her. She stepped into the cascade and turned the hot water on, panting as she removed her bathing costume. She looked at the tattoos, feeling them pressing down on her. They looked so unknown on her, but also seemed to congratulate her number. Now that she thought about it, the look was kind of sang-froid. Perverted, sure, but ignoring that, the Scripture forbidding tattoos, the pain of getting them, and the cost, this wouldn't be one-half bad to get permanently. She'd just need a less unholy version.

She released a pant of euphory as she stepped under the exhibitioner, feeling the hot water wash away the gelidity and the Cl of the pool and relieve her musculus. She ran her hands across her nude body, rubbing the tattoos to try and relieve the tension of her binds. Why did this feel so expert ? She leaned against the wall, letting the water pour down her unclothed figure while she massaged herself. Her eyes bolted spread when she realized what she was doing, discovering that she had started squeezing her breasts and was sliding her fingers between her legs. She held her weaponry out to her sides and shook her caput like a dog, trying to liberate herself of these sinful sensations.

About to wrench off the shower, she stopped and nearly fell to her knee joint. Her breathing became Sir Henry Rider Haggard and she clutched herself. The shackle, they were… changing ! The tattoos rearranged themselves on her body taking a new practice. Originally, amongst the unlike gnarl and web on her dresser and belly, 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 bail around her breasts, as if they each had collars of their own. Now, she had two spider webs on her breast, the fix up binds converging on what felt like two rings, pressing down on her ring of color with her pap poking through, making them swell and tolerate erect. The rope between her legs had now become two, but they were wrapped around her thigh like a harness. They had settled right in the creases, between the sides of her pussy and her inner thighs, squeezing the plump mouth and making them ruck as if expecting a osculation.

Helena could barely stay on her metrical foot. With how sensitive the first formula had made her consistence, the changing on the bonds had almost invoked an coming, the first orgasm she had ever had. Catching her breath, she at last turned off the cascade and staggered out. She sat down on one of the benches amongst the lockers, nearly yelping as the bail bond tightened from the movements.

‘ Oh God, how much longer am I going to have to suffer through this ?'

Once her heartbeat had slowed, she dried herself off and changed back into her unvarying. Just as she finished buttoning the top of her blouse, the doorway to the locker room swung open and her classmate strolled in. How long had she been in the exhibitioner ? As she got her things together, her classmates all cleaned themselves off and came to the lockers to get dressed.

"Hey, loser !"

Helena rolled her eye at the sound of the sharp voice. It belonged to mortal she hated More than anyone else in the man, second only to Xavier : Daphne Brooke, one of the cattish girls in the schooltime, and before the Antichrist's arrival, she had been Helena's nemesis. Their common hatred was perceivable : Helena was an uptight tike of God with a pure heart and psyche ( minus her tearing temper and affinity for violence against heathens ), and Daphne was a sinful juvenile delinquent with a hobby of"convincing"priests in training to break their vows of chastity. In order to get her off drugs and put the reverence of God in her, her parents had dumped her at rosewood tree University. From day one, the two women had been at each former's throats, always snitching on each other and badmouthing each other.

"What do you want, harlot ?"

Helena's regulation was to never depone and she wasn't going to break out it because of Daphne. The speculative she would ever call her was a woman of the street, and even then it was only because it was a word used in the bible.

"I'm just enjoying the muckle of the senior high and mighty"Saint Helena"falling behind everyone else. Let me venture, you're still sick from throwing up this morning time ? Do you know who the father is ?"

All the former daughter watched and whispered amongst themselves, while Helena, having yet to even face Daphne, gave an stung sigh.

"I'm not pregnant, but knowing you, I'd be surprise if you could say the Saame. And even if I was, I would go through with vaginal birth and give that baby a terrific life, unlike you with your trustworthy coat hanger and favorite dumpster."

The other students all covered their mouths and silently laughed in shock from the brutality of capital of Montana's response.

Daphne just gave a smug sneer, tying her wiry black fuzz back into pigtails."As if any man would be leave to put up with a fille who's on her full point 24/7."

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

closing her locker, Helena strode preceding daphne, sot on sniffy triumph for getting the last word and making it perfect. Even the invisible binds couldn't soften her spirits after that righteous beating.



Xavier glared at Lily, cowering in shame before him.

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

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

"That's not the head ! I trusted you with this project and you betrayed me ! How am I supposed to conceive in you ?"

Lily kneeled down in strawman of him, her middle filled with terror."You can trust me ! delight ! I'm sorry ! Please don't leave me !"

Saint Francis Xavier put his hand on her head."I'm not going to give you, but you clearly don't respect the prescript and read how important they are. You have to be punished. I don't want to, but you're forcing me to do this."

"What do I have to do ?"

"Follow me."

With Lily behind him, Xavier entered the gymnasium and made his way to the warehousing way. There weren't any class going on, and while the teacher was in his office, Xavier was using his powers to put him in a brief coma. While he walked, it took all of Xavier's willpower to prevent from grinning. It was time to see just how consecrate this dullard miss was. Would she will him after this, or would her submissiveness only become more deeply rooted in her mortal ? Plus it would let him quench his thirst for malice.

He brought her into the shadow storage room and closed the room access behind them."Ok, take off your clothes."

Lily did as she was told and Xavier had her outdoor stage under a low-hanging tube. Taking her blouse, he looped it over the pipe and then tied the arm around her wrists, keeping her bound like shackles with her arms raised. Standing naked while tied up, Lily shivered with embarrassment and fearfulness. This was unlike from all her other moments with Saint Francis Xavier, there would be no fun or pleasure. She had broken the rules and now she had to be punished. He was standing behind her, what was he doing ?

The whiplash of a belt across her low-pitched cover made her cry out in painfulness nonpareil by anything in her biography. She could feel a red welt forming on her vanilla skin and she tried to confine back her tears.

"What are you doing ? !"

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

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

"I'm sorry ! Please break !"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 various Thomas More times, crisscrossing her spinal column and ass with tenacious bruises. He then had her turn around and face him, her middle puffy and red from crying. But when she saw him, her heart widened. He was crying as well, crocodile crying of course, but she didn't know that.

‘ He's suffering too, this probably hurts him more than it does me ! He really does jazz me !'

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

"Every choice has consequences, this is how the world works. I gave you love and the promise of a beautiful hereafter, but apparently that didn't mean anything to you."His belt slashed her inner thigh, just inch from her pussy, then twice more."I thought you were a good miss. That was what made me get it on you."She continued to cry, trying to lean back to lesson the pain sensation when he whipped her between the pegleg."Bad little girl get punished because they hurt the people that care about them. Are you a bad girlfriend ? serious female child do whatever they're told and follow the rules. Are you a skillful fille ?"

Lily's howler reached new top of volume once he started whipping her breasts. Her mamilla stung as if WASP had stung them and the cheek felt like they were on fire.

"I'll never break the rules again ! I'm a good girl ! I'm a secure girl ! I'll never disobey you again !"

"good, then it seems the penalisation did what it was supposed to."

Saint Francis Xavier untied her and she collapsed to the cold concrete floor, her torso lined with bruises. She looked up at him, her head shaking slightly as if she were drunk.

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

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

Lily then lied back and spread her ramification."Please present me your dear, put it in all my holes."

Saint Francis Xavier grinned and took out his cock, not hesitating to penetrate her tiny pussy and mount her like an animal.

‘ It's just so slow !'



Helena walked down the hallway in between class full point. She was exhausted, unable to ever get well-situated with the invisible binds stimulating her physique every second. She was counting down the minute of arc until the end of the day, wondering when this curse would finally be lifted. Her panties were soaked, the rubbing of the rope between her leg made her vagina look like a runny nose. Looking through the crowds of students, she came to a sudden period and felt her heart drop. Walking towards her was Xavier, that usual smirk on his human face, like he had the unit populace in the thenar of his helping hand. In his presence, she could swear that her binds tightened, leaving her gasping for intimation. He passed by her, and in that fraction of a second, their eyes met. His gaze was piercing, inhuman, peering into her soul. With a work-shy swish of his paw, he reached around to her frown dorsum. His fingers passed through her blouse as if it was a hologram and he pulled up on one of the ropes and let it snap back. She shuddered, feeling like he might as well ingest just sodomized her in presence of everyone. The hallway was full of people, but no one had seen the bm. He walked away, leaving her to stand 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 delirious look on her pretty face."Are you all right, dear ?"

"Y-yes, I'm fine."

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

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

"I'll severalise 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 hallway. This was strange ; he was never this forceful before. He was being genteel and gentle, but he had never laid a mitt on a scholarly person like this. Away from prying auricle, he turned to her, a cautious looking on his side."On the 10th, did you get into a conflict with three boys in the city ?"

The image of the deadened boy flashed across her mind, his body hanging from a noose with his organs spilled out.

"What ? Why do you ask ?"

"I'll take that as a yes. Helena, did they do anything to you ? Something that you might take 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 edifice ! 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 the trueness. What did you think of ?"

Helena bit her lip, knowing her collar would activate if she used the untimely language."I saw a valley where the fighting would consume place. But it would all pop in the school."

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

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

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

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

She turned around and ran off, leaving Hauser to speculate over what she had told him. He was now sealed from that dire look in her eye that she was holding something back, probably even lying. She repeatedly told him that while she wished she could distinguish him more, she was unable. What if it wasn't because of a lack of info on her part ? Maybe someone was keeping her tranquility. The police ? The shoal ? Or maybe something vicious had had actually latched itself onto her and was trying to block her from spilling its secret. It was time to consult soul on this matter, should the unfit be true.



The day at last-place came to an end, and once Helena went to bed, she felt the invisible bonds disappear. The black lines on her peel vanished, and last, she could breathe and stretch fully. If Xavier kept his countersign, then he would not come into their way and Sophie would be dependable tonight. She still had the card with her. She'd have to see if the mass would keep on the following day. If it did, what would hap ? Would it be the Mexican valium again ? Or would it be something else ? It didn't matter ; she had won this round. Her pride remained inviolate. She and Sophie said their evening prayers and went to bed, and finally, Helena got a good night's sleep.





Chapter 5



The red-haired lass took a abstruse breath, holding the wit in her hand. She was alone in her sleeping room, just like before.
"Punish me."
zilch happened to her body, no medal or forget me drug sprouting from her catch. However, the schoolbook on the card changed.
GO SKINNY-DIPPING IN THE pond TONIGHT AT MIDNIGHT. ALL THE room access WILL BE UNLOCKED.
She stared at the scorecard, waiting for some horrible particular to come forth. Really ? That was it ? She just had to go skinny-dipping in the consortium ? Inferno, that was barely even a trial. That was more like a summer camp dare. Sure, it would be awful if she got caught and being up so late on a school night wasn't very appealing, but screw that. This would be easy ! It seemed she had finally caught a break.



For once in what felt like eld, schoolhouse seemed to pass by without dread or worry. indisputable, Xavier was using Sophie as a surety against her, but all she had to do was just go float naked in the schooltime syndicate. As long as she did that, Sophie would be okay, and hopefully, Xavier wouldn't do anything to kettle of fish with her. That certainty was a Brobdingnagian weight off her shoulders. As the day wore on, she found herself imagining the night to add up more and more and even thinking that maybe, just maybe, it would be a short fun.



Helena thought it would be unmanageable to keep from falling departed, but instead she was incredibly uneasy. She hated the idea of breaking the rules and getting caught, but she was actually kind of energise. At quarter to 12:00 with Sophie out like a log, Helena put on some spare clothes and snuck out of her hall way. Strange, the finally meter she had done something like this was when she went to the church building and Xavier revealed himself as the Antichrist. She made her way across campus, being as tranquility as possible and avoiding any signs of staff or students awake like her.

She reached the gym, and as the wag had promised, all the doorway were unlocked. She entered the poolroom and smiled. The sides of the pool were lined with Inner Light that she had never noticed before, creating shifting hues that painted the dark ceiling while the air itself was heavy with night's vestige. It was beautiful, stunningly even. The Cl kitty that she had swam in 100 of times before now looked like a glimmering spring from the Garden of Shangri-la, or some crystal clear haven oceanic abyss beneath the earth.

Standing at the edge, she slowly took off her dress. She felt incredibly nervous, unable to cease imagining the bleacher being lined with spectators. It took a dozen looks around the room for her to make the confidence to slip out of her bra and scanty. Completely naked and shivering in anticipation, she looked to the clock up on the bulwark. Both deal struck 12 and her dog collar activated, telling her that the clip had come. Taking a deep hint, she took a gradation back and then jumped. She hit the urine in a perfect dive, sliding in like a sticker. The feel of the urine against her naked body shocked her like a dash of lightning and she writhed beneath the surface, overcome with this new, blissful sensation.

Surfacing, she gasped for air and clutched her au naturel grade. After all the clock time she had spent in this pool, the weewee had never felt so good. The freshening chill shocked her system like peppermint, and unlike a bath, she was able to stretch and move. She began swimming to the early end of the pool, relishing the mavin of the cool off urine kissing her chest, tickling her venter and back, and licking between her legs like a paintbrush. She moved at her own pace, her speed decided only by how fast she wanted the weewee to roll over her skin.

Reaching the shallow end, she rested her chin on the edge of the rail below the surface and let her body float up. Her optic bolted subject as she heard person enter the piss nearby. Covering herself, she looked back to see Saint Francis Xavier, settling in the pool 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 join you. You were having so much fun."

She blushed and looked away, embarrassed from the joy she had felt just a second ago. She readjusted her arm across her bosom and Xavier sighed.

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

She refused to meet his regard."Stop that. I'm not an exhibitionist like you. I'm naught like you."

Xavier moved over to her and she screwed her eyes shut, afraid of how he was going to molest her. She could sense the movements in the urine, reaching for her compensate breast. But instead, he gently grasped her hand.

"Do you think masses cover themselves because they really believe that nudity is sinful, or because they are afraid of the world not accepting their true self ? Be proud of who you are. You don't have to enshroud your sweetheart, especially from me. I'll accept you for everything you are."

The way he spoke, that gentle and assuasive way, it would sustain made her ticker flutter if occur from anyone but him, though that wasn't to say Helena didn't feel something when he spoke to her. He gently pulled on her weapons system, and as if forgetting why she had held them there in the first place, she dropped them and let herself be exposed, under the piss at least. Xavier moved past her to the wall, then pushed off and began swimming across the kitty in the backstroke. capital of Montana kept her eyes shut, not wanting to find out whether or not"it"would float.

"seed on, just standing there naked doesn't count as skinny-dipping. You're allowed to revel yourself, just like you were a minute of arc ago."

"Why are you doing this ? Why make me do this thing ?"

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

Muttering curse, Helena swam over, feeling like she might as well have been crawling on all fours. She reached the end and growled,"So why ?"

"So that you'll have a lilliputian fun for once. Stop taking everything so damn seriously and subsist on the wild side."

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

Xavier sighed and began swimming back to the shoal end, this time with Helena following. Only once they both touched the wall did he answer."Sophie doesn't seem very upset. perdition, she hasn't even had her first kiss yet, let alone suffer her virginity. acknowledge it, being bound was the most thrilling experience you've had in a patch, even more than when you beat up punks. You felt active when you were tied up. You sensed everything like never before as if you had just rediscovered your own body. The sex possibility of getting caught, the erotic tone of the ropes clutching your consistence like hands, you were luxuriously as a kite on endorphins. And this wholly day, you were looking forward to coming here. You didn't caution 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 pee and blew house of cards in foiling and overplus.

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

"Fine."

For the next twenty minutes, she tried to advertize Xavier out of her mind and simply enjoyed the pool. She did slow laps and lazily floated on her back, her exposed bosom pointed at the ceiling. He mostly left her alone, swimming off on his own. It felt so strange to her, to be swimming naked with a man, the Antichrist of all people. It was like this pool really was from the Garden of Eden.

‘ No ! No ! Don't make that compare ! He's iniquity ! He's a fiend'

"Helena, sentry this."

She followed his voice, spotting him on the diving board like the statue of Jacques Louis David. She yelped and looked away, afraid of seeing him so boldly displayed. But a part of her wanted to see. Even after all the clock time he had been with Sophie, capital of Montana had never gotten a look at him nude. It had always been too dark. He was very masculine, almost buff. It filled her stomach with butterfly for a reason she didn't understand.

"I'm serious. Watch this."

He did a few immediate leap on the board to build up vigour and then leapt off. In midair, he spun around and curled his body into a toss, simultaneously. Even capital of Montana couldn't hide her surprise at the sight of the stunt. She had seen Olympic underwater diver perform standardized manoeuvre from the high school parachuting, but never off the diving table just a meter above the urine. To think he could do it with so little room and time.

He surfaced, sputtering but with a smiling."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."

"Come on, you'll be happy that you tried it. Even when you are at your lowest, you should always try to make felicitous retentiveness. However this ends between us, whether we live our lives together or our paths diverge, don't you want to say you had the courage to get up on that add-in and puddle yourself smile ?"

This was foreign, why was he being so squeamish 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 speak to others, he was always form and charming, but she had learned to see through that false persona, smell his deceit. She wasn't feeling it now. This wasn't the mask he wore to brood his evil ; this was a wholly other side of meat to him. She had felt this before, when she saw his photo album. Helena tried to stand firm, but any willpower she built up just poured out of her like a cullender.

"Fine."

She moved to the edge of the syndicate and climbed out. Walking to the diving board, she realized as if for the low gear time that she was naked. Sure, she had been naked this whole time, but at least she had to water to veil 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 small pang of jumpiness, realizing she had basically put herself on show for Xavier like a trophy. She shook those intellection away and cleared her mind, trying to focus on how she was going to do this. She dared a coup d'oeil at him. The smile he was wearing was tender, supportive, and sent a bang through her. She again tried to promote these strange smell away, and after a quick hop to progress up vigor, she leapt off the board. She was far from graceful 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 reply came when she felt his hands on her back and rear end. He burst from the urine beneath her like a missile, picking her up and tossing her a few understructure away with a splash. She gave a shrill yelp when he sent her airborne, and upon rising to the surface, she splashed him. She didn't do it out of rage or defeat, but out of some sort of infantile instinct. Laughing, Xavier splashed her back, and the two of them began fighting in this style. They moved around in the consortium, trying to avoid getting hit with each other's wafture while sending their own, all while the clock left the archetype deadline in the ancient past. For that prison term, Helena could not stop herself from smiling. She didn't want to admit it, but she really was having fun.

Once she got tired, she called for a time-out to catch her breath and contain the time. It shocked her how recently it was. Had she really been so taken up to lose cartroad of time to that extent ?

"Uh oh, I really need to get to bed."

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

She turned back to him."What ?"

"Well I heard that you're the fastest on the daughter's swim team. How about a quick race ? One lap ? We can even make it interesting."

She looked at him suspiciously."How ?"

"Let's see… How about if you win, you can give me one gratuitous kick to the testicles any time and I can't stop you. Hard as you want, no collar to hold you back, and I won't even use my king to barricade the painfulness. You can save it for the next clip you're angry."

"And if I lose ?"

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

Helena's altogether torso tightened up at the prospect. On one hand, the idea of getting an unhindered kick to Saint Francis Xavier's screwball was a dream seed admittedly, but on the former hand, getting caught running raw across the campus would easily be an instant expulsion, but she really was the riotous on the swim squad, but then again, she wouldn't have shoes and the run back would probably be freezing, although…

"No exponent, right ? You swim like an average man ?"

"Of course."

"Fine."



"Damn you, Xavier !"

Helena 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 residence hall room without getting caught and ruining her life. She could only move at a sealed pace without shoes, and every drop of water on her unclothed eubstance felt like the spurring of an icicle. She also didn't like the feel of the frigid air on her naked form, or to be more accurate, she didn't like that she liked it.



Saint Francis Xavier was walking back to his dorm, whistling to himself with his hair wet from the shower he took after swimming. That had gone even better than expected. He could see it in Helena's eyes, her infringe feelings 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 intimate pleasance he forced her to know. It was that fight that strengthened her emotions. He knew precisely how to manipulate her thoughts and feelings and pull her closer to him. Bending girls'philia had always been second nature to him, as well as a way to bolt down time and pander his thirstiness for sadism, but she was different. He wasn't lying to her as he would to any other girl ; he wasn't holding anything back. It really excited him to see the issue of his body of work. It made him… happy… to see her smile, to know that he had made her smile.

The sound of spray paint being released and its stinging aroma interrupted him from his thoughts. Who could possibly be out this late ? He followed his nose to the back of the gym, his darling berth to fuck Lily. There was a girl there, about capital of Montana's age. She had wiry blackamoor hairsbreadth, tied into pigtails, with a fag between her sassing and a can of atomizer rouge in her hired hand. On the wall was a crimson pentagram, lopsided and runny like egg egg yolk.

She turned to him and took a drag on her cigarette, the end almost as smart as the fire that would birth lit it."What the fucking do you want ?"

Xavier sighed."diabolist ? Really ? Is that your material feeling or do you just do it to be a insurrectionist ? Are you just some poser that wants to look cool to the Catholic schoolgirls ? Why don't you just paint that big A for anarchy while you're at it."

"ass off."

"You people always make me laugh. You're more delusional than the Christians and the easiest to mess with."

"Hey, I told you to fuck off !"

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

She turned and sprayed him in the face with the paint can, yet not a single drop ever landed. Her heart widened as the crimson pigment simply swirled around him like fire. Her jaw hanging slack, the cigarette between her brim fell to the ground.

"You should be careful,"said Xavier as he picked it up."You have to nominate sure enough you put it out or else it could set forth a fire."

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

The female child staggered back."What… what are you ?"

"That depends on your level of faith. If you are just a postiche Satanist, then I am the man who is about to turn your spirit 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 at the stake coals and she was brought to her knees by the exercising weight of his major power, crushing her from all sides like the ocean. A widely smile crossed her face, when any formula girl would have been crying in affright.

"I've been waiting for this day my entire living, the day when I would finally run into you. It's been my dream to study part in the end of the world, to help bring about the destruction of mankind."

A cruel grinning crossed Xavier's lips."It seems you may be of some use to me. Very well, I will let you serve me from this point forward. What is your public figure ?"

"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, mind, body, and soul ? For every cadre and fuzz to go my property ?"

"I swear !"

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

"I swear !"

Xavier began to chuckle and then leaned down. He pressed his tongue to her frontal bone and branded her with the three VI, while around her neck, an ethereal collar formed. She screamed at first gear from the pain, but soon settled once he stood back up.

"Then from this point forward, you are mine."He then reached down and unzipped his pants, hefting his humanness in presence of her face."time for you to pleasure your new Master."

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



It was a very long and tiring day for Helena. After being up so late the former night, staying awake in school was a nightmare. She had to let in, 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 free some of her stress. When she arrived in grade for first period, she felt aflutter around Saint Francis Xavier when she should have felt fear 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 jump from that diving circuit board. She averted her gaze, feeling a tightness in her chest. That smile lacked any sort of wickedness, and that's what scared her the most. She was also worried, as there had been no task written on the hard he gave her. Even when she gave the order for her punishment to lead off, nothing happened. Was he going to go back to Sophie ? Or did he have got something more subtle in mind ?



Thane moved through the schooling, checking the batteries he had laid out earlier. He carried a gimmick with him that would estimate the amount of power they had, and if they had lost their mission, it meant that something supernatural had passed through the country and caused an energy distortion. The batteries were untouched, all reading full charges. That was three break down tests, the low being the compass and the moment being the voice recording equipment. He had gone through the shoal and used it to immortalize himself saying supplication from the bible. If there were anything around, it would certainly respond to the sound of praying and hopefully answer. The recorder had picked up cipher. The only grounds he had was his own gut flavour. But was that just a fluke ? Had he been wrong about the school being haunted ? Or was it possible that he was dealing with something too powerful to be detected by such round-eyed whoremonger ? He still had one affair left : the photo he had taken, waiting to be developed.



"So what is your first Order for me ?"daphne asked, walking with Xavier down the hall.
He was preoccupied, looking around at the battery taped to the walls of the corridor."I'm not certain 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 john paranormal investigators use to find the front of spirit and demons. Is there some sort of ghost hunter club in this schooltime ? Any group or individuals known for doing this sort of affair ?"
"I can recollect of one person. Alexander Thane, he's a junior exorcist who does 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 second that Helena lied down on her bed, she knew something was wrong. There was something underneath her pillow. With Sophie working at her desk, she dared a look. It was a portable DVD histrion with a red ribbon and the poster taped on. Sitting next to it was a span of new headphones, gamy quality. What in the world… ?

CONSIDER THESE A natural endowment, AS fountainhead AS YOUR NEXT TRIAL. WATCH THE beginning EPISODE ON THE DVD TONIGHT. THE CHARGER IS UNDER THE BED WHEN YOU pauperization IT.

‘ Oh jeez, what now ? Knowing him, this may be a sniff film or something else unspeakable. Oh well, this could be worse. Hopefully Sophie will go to catch some Z's soon and the episode will be quick.'

As common, Sophie was passed out within proceedings of hitting the pillow, and once she heard snoring, Helena pulled her blanket over her chief and turned on the DVD thespian. She had never used one of these before, but it was easy to figure out. Oh goody, it was porn. Yep, Xavier was making her watch porn. From just the opening page, it looked like kind of miniseries about college Thomas Kyd screwing each early in between fit of poorly-acted dramatic play, and not for a s did she believe that anyone in this series was under 25. Praying for God to forgive her and protect the naturalness of her soul, she put on the headphones and selected the first episode.

For the succeeding time of day, she watched the storey unfold. When the first off sex picture started, her collar activated and held her still, fighting her desire to rip off the headphones and cover her eyes. She had seen Xavier ravishment Sophie so many times before, but this was different. The consensual aspect spared her the care and anguish she felt during those times, leaving only an instinctive reaction. The scenery had one of the secondary female characters fucking her teacher for a undecomposed grade, and as she watched them rip off each other's clothing, she felt her body shudder with jitteriness. This sensation, it was almost unacceptable to describe. It was like the dread she felt when she was called to the Disciplinary Committee's situation, but so much more intense, and even… gratifying. The sight of the woman's titty made Helena's stomach twist with jealousy. trusted, hers were a good size, but this cleaning woman's were comparable melon vine. 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 lubricious grin when she pulled it out of her oral fissure and stroked it, it brought Helena to a statuesque affectation, so fixated on the movie that she was barely even breathing. Sure it was all acting, but to see that construction of depravity, to see someone experiencing sexual bliss, it was actually making her curious. Then when he went down on her, Helena's curio grew. What did it feel like to induce a man do that ? The char 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 substantial action started. As Helena watched the professor make that initial incursion into the student, she held her breather. To actually see it slue in like that, she didn't understand how individual could groan like the woman was. Wouldn't it hurt ? To cause 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 trunk was heating up from her arousal and the dampening of her pantie. She couldn't pretend that this wasn't exciting her, but her physiological involvement wasn't as intense as her scholarly interest.

Strange as it may vocalise, she was actually paying attention to this porno the Saami way she would an important lecturing in one of her classes, with completely exclusive attention. She was looking at this from the perspective of a student, not unlike the scholarly person currently being bent over the prof's desk. Every time they did something, be it kiss, engross in oral exam, or modification posture, she studied it closely, her mind thirsty for the info. It was the mechanics that she found so matter to, the way they would move their soundbox. netherworld, she hadn't been this curious in a field of study since she started taking Martial arts example in preparation for joining the Swiss Guard.

There were two more sex setting in the chapter, much longer than the negotiation and plot development between them. Once the episode stopped, Helena's handwriting reached out with a will of it's own to set out the succeeding one. Her collar stopped her. It seemed that Xavier wasn't just going to form her watch smut ; he was going to block her by keeping it from her when she finally became interested. With her arousal now replaced with shame for how fix she had been, capital of Montana turned off the DVD player and pulled the blanket off her head. The unfermented air felt as coldness as ice to her, at least in comparing to the oven of her aroused breathing spell under the blanket. She stashed the DVD actor under her bed and lied down. It was a little bit belated, but she wouldn't be as tired the following day. Though with her head replaying the full erotica, she wasn't sure how easily she'd be capable to accrue 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 other at this hour, but with what he had just discovered, rules didn't thing. He was gripping the table, trembling with dread at the picture before him. He had snapped it of a corridor between classes, when it was most crowded with scholar. Unbeknownst to him, Xavier and Helena were in the picture, caught at the very moment that he used his magnate to reach out out and pull out on one of the invisible ropes that had bound her. Deep in the sea of multitude, he could see someone, a figure eclipsed in dark, as if the picture had been stained with ink.

"So that's it. It's not just a demon or intent that I've been sensing, but something pretense to be a student. That's why it hasn't been setting off any of my cakehole ; the malevolence is powder compact and hidden in the body to the item 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 Helena faced was to ascertain the residue of the DVD before 5:00. This one would be a small bit hard. She had one study mansion during the day but two time of day left on the DVD. class ended at 5:00, so if Xavier had just given her one more hr, she would feature been fine. No question he planned it this way. Her solely alternative was to eat a quick lunch, leave to find out the conclusion episode, and accept being late to the class afterwards. What a drag.

At 1:00, Helena's schedule opened up and she came to the classroom 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 take to tie up the loose ends and receive a safe blank, so no matter what, she was going to be late to her succeeding form. She arrived at the library and quickly found the quietest and emptiest spot. She hid out in the corner of the audiotape surgical incision of the building. With the new computers that the school had bought, the only life this arena saw was the janitor. Sitting down on the floor, she opened up the DVD role player and turned it on with her headphone secured.

The tarradiddle picked up from the night before, with the cliché college drama continuing to spiel out. Helena tried to ignore the bad playing and focus on the plot, if only to stave off boredom. The number 1 XXX setting came and capital of Montana blushed with ignominy and repugnance. It wasn't a sex aspect, just one of the college girls masturbating while murmuring the name of a male type. The revolt Helena felt was different from the previous night when the first sex scene started. At to the lowest degree then, she could shrug off the unavoidable sentiency of lust by telling herself that her consistency would naturally oppose to the sight of two people engaging in intercourse. Back then, she felt like just the percipient, like she was a simple student watching a movie in health class. Watching the busty brunette stir her fingers around in her slit removed that genial buffer. This felt much more intimate, as if she were being recruited to meet the role of the arcsecond mortal. The adult female might as well have been right in front of her, knees spread with her chestnut hair scattered across the dusty program library carpet, murmuring Helena's name.

Helena could find the collar preparing to intervene every time she tried to stave off her gaze. She had to see it all the way through. This felt more sinful than the earliest porn, which in turn made Helena feel more ashamed for watching it. Soon enough, though, she gave in and let her defend down, trying to sack up her mind so that while she was watching it, none of it was actually sticking. Try as she might, her scholarly curiosity had returned. Having such a close-up eyeshot of that woman's slit, smooth as a Barbie doll and dripping with arousal, it invoked an pastime in Helena as to the mechanics of self-pleasure. She watched every motility of the woman's finger's breadth, whether she rubbed them against the puffy outer brim or plunged them into herself. On one hand, she was disgusted to be looking at another woman like this, but on the other, she was singular as to what it felt like. She refused to let herself say it or even think it, but she actually wanted to try it herself.

The woman soon climaxed, but unlike the early female orgasms Helena had seen so far, this woman… went the distance. A stream of clear fluid spurted from her kitty-cat, transforming into a continuous splattering as she desperately rubbed her clit with her hand blocking the way. The shrillness of her spokesperson made Helena handicap over and over again that her headphones were plugged in. She was utterly amazed. If she ever experienced an sexual climax, would she squirt like that ? Not that she wanted to, of track ! She would never do something so sinful ! Either way, the panorama was not over.

From her bedside table, the woman drew a vibrating dildo, big and pinko. Helena's heart widened in shock absorber as she heard it buzz and saw the earth tremor in the gumshoe. Was she really going to… ? She did ! The womanhood plunged the dildo into her pussy, moaning as it rumbled inside her. capital of Montana's curiosity was now integrate with awe. How could something so big not smart ? Especially when vibrating like that ? It didn't seem to be atrocious, as the cleaning lady moved it back and Forth River inside her like a sex-crazed snake god. She did this for a couple minutes, switching back and forth between violently fucking herself with it to simply rubbing it against the entrance and teasing her clitoris.

After her second orgasm, she pulled out another dildo. Helena watched with eyes as wide as dinner plate as she turned around and jammed the second base into her asshole. From there on, she double-teamed herself like a pro, switching between moving them in and out together and having countering thrusts and pulls.

‘ No way, is it really potential for a woman to be able to do that ? But why put something in there ? That fleck is consummate !'

This fourth dimension, Helena didn't bother trying to retain from wondering what that felt like. While she was certain she never wanted to do that ever in her life, she at least allowed herself to have that curiosity. Soon enough, the aspect ended and returned to the story line. Helena's cop allowed her to check her vigil. The subject field manor hall was half over, and just as she had predicted, the instalment would end at least ten minutes after her next class started.
For fifteen bit, the storey went on, with the form of acting school dropouts dragging the plot along. Helena actually wanted to get on to the sex so that she wouldn't be bored. Soon enough, that wish was granted, and the scene became a locker room with two girlfriend in it.

Oh God, please, not this…

Now capital of Montana felt truly guilty for her curio. As she watched the women kiss, she slapped herself over and over, trying to stay fresh her physical structure from reacting. Never in her life had she even looked at a woman with lustful oculus, but to see two of them together with their knife swirling was giving her a forced perspective, as if she were wearing tinted goggles that showed her some hidden truth. She had always been taught that the human torso was sinful and that homosexualism was an abomination, but now she was beginning to see the sensual elegance in the womanly conformation. The beauty of their faces, the effeminacy of their cutis, the youthful matureness of their explicate bodies. unconstipated porn was about highlighting the anatomical tie between men and adult female and the way in which nature had designed their trunk to come together. To Helena, the connection of these two woman seemed to reenforce the somebody, the two of them reflecting each early and giving dissever views like butterflies on a mirror.

The late scene had put a char on video display, for her soundbox to be viewed like a museum piece, but with these two women together, it was like they were being scrutinized with all of their feminine attributes put in the spotlight. Their forcible incompatibility made it so that capital of Montana didn't see the trades union itself, but the sexual potential of these woman being fulfilled without being restrained by regular intercourse. It was like neither adult female existed when compared to the other, except to congratulate them.

Helena watched as the two womanhood did everything together. They kissed, sucked on each other's knocker, went down on each other, and so on. To her, it was like seeing women in a level of contingent unlike any early. When the episode finally ended, she nearly jumped in surprise, having been so deeply hypnotized by the sight and her own thoughts. She was sore all over, having sat in that position against the wall with the focus of a Buddhist monastic. She checked her picket. Yep, she was late.

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



"Father of the Church Brian, thank you for seeing me."

"Please, pecker, we don't need to bear on ceremony."

Father Brian and Hauser were in the former's berth, just down the manse from the Disciplinary commission conference elbow 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 capital of Montana O'Connor."

don Brian sighed with his deal over his face."Oh noble, who did she beat up this time ?"

"No, it's nothing like that. I'm worried—and this is going to voice ridiculous¬¬¬—that she might be under the influence of something supernatural."

Brian gave him a stern and come to look."What do you intend ?"

"She came to me the other day, talking about a dream sent to her by God of a war that will put down this school. When I tried to press for details, she was unable to, as if somebody had bought her silence. Kurt, I've known her since she was a footling girl, and I've never seen her scared the way she was. Also, when Alexander Thane returned to shoal, he spoke with me and said that he sensed an evil front 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 some kind of possession ?"

"Or something along those telephone line. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think it was grave. I'm asking if she was in bother recently, perhaps made an enemy with an unchristian nature or was at an unholy place, anything that might mean something sticking to her. I heard about those three male child, the ones she fought who killed themselves, but she said zero happened and I haven't heard anything unusual about them. They went to another schooling and there weren't any reputable rumors that they were involved in daemon worship."

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

"Tell me what ?"

"pecker, she was at the aspect of one of the suicides. The boy who gutted and hung himself, they found her at his threshold, covered in blood and pipe organ and screaming at the top of her lungs. If what you've told me is true, 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 lunch. She had told her champion she was meeting with a teacher for makeup piece of work. The closest and safest place she could think of was her way, so with her samara already in handwriting, 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 finish this last episode as quickly as potential and get to her next class.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. hurry up."

She muttered this nonstop, wishing for the role player to make a motion on to the sex so that at to the lowest degree she'd tactile property like she was progressing through the narration. Soon enough, that time came, but just like with the endorsement episode, she didn't get what she had expected. The conniption was the cabinet room of the university football team, with a slutty cheerleader looking back and forth at the half-dozen men standing around her, all with spectacular erections.

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

After everything she had seen, Helena had become a short bit numb to sexual perversion, or at least she hoped she had. As the sex began, she realized just how weak she really was. The cheerleader was on her knees, naked, with spittle rolling down her breasts and her head surrounded by cocks. Loudly gagging, she ran a chaotic bike of sucking on the dicks in her aspect 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 tool into her back talk like a power socket. The actress had a ravenous looking at on her human face, begging the men for more than, but capital of Montana still felt fearfulness in her bosom, like something direful was about to find.

To be surrounded by so many men while in such a vulnerable posture, being passed around like a basketball and abused, it was her definition of Hell. Would any char 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 kind of situation would turn into a horror story. Until every man was worn out, she didn't have the option of saying no or asking for a geological fault. She had to let them all use her to their hearts'content.

That anxiousness escalated when the really sex started and the men plugged all her holes. At any meter, she had one cock in her snatch, one in her ass, and one in her sassing, and if she wasn't using her munition to balance, she was giving handjobs. There were always a couple men in the background, jacking off just enough so that they wouldn't lose their erecting. In time, Helena calmed and a mixed bag of boredom and scandalous curiosity bubbled within her. Just like when she had watched the woman masturbate with the two dildos, seeing this woman getting fucked in both the ass and puss at once made her wonder what it felt like. Never in her life story did she want to try it, but she wouldn't mind seeing or hearing a verbal description of it.

As expected, many of the barb were from behind when she was getting double-teamed, and Helena wasn't sure if it was the mass of the adult female's rise end with both trap stuffed or the two clump sacks at the top and rump of the cover that actually made her chuckle while she thought to herself, ‘ What the snake pit happened to my lifespan that would make me end up watching this garbage ?'

Eventually, the scenery boiled down to the money shot. All six men were taking turning, blowing their lashings into her mouth and on her expression, making the womanhood look like a candy donut.

‘ Yuck, that stuff face so nasty. How can she stand being sprayed with it from so many different guy cable ? I don't even want to have it off how hard it will be to get it all out of her hair.'

Once it returned to the normal storyline, Helena readjusted her lieu in bed, her body again sore from not moving a individual cm. She checked her alarm clock, seeing that lunch was just about over and the episode was only half finished. rant blah bombast, more dialogue. Ugh, was Xavier really going to cause her ticker this crap as well ? Eventually the following sex vista came, and this one made capital of Montana laugh bitterly. It was the main case in a reverse gangbang. It was in his dorm room with the three track female person case, deciding that they would all get sex at once to find out which girl he should be with.

"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 fiber have sex, so it wasn't like they were showing her anything new. It was also gruelling for her to take this seriously because she felt like of all the scenes, Saint Francis Xavier had picked this smut just for this one event. 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 char moaned and cried out how often they were enjoying themselves, capital of Montana's modality continued to lighten, now realizing just how hilariously ridiculous this all was.

‘ Right, like any adult female would willingly devaluate themselves and become some unsuccessful person's mindless harem.'

The sex ended and at last there was the closing scene. The master role was facing one of the members of the harem, the girlfriend that Helena knew from the showtime he would end up with. The instalment was almost over, and with it, this completely ridiculous series. But strangely, Helena found herself tense. The two characters had yet to even begin speaking, but to her, the piss-poor acting seemed to take in quadrupled in tone. Just the spirit on their faces showed true dramatic astuteness. Even the lighting and camera body of work seemed a hundred times more professional.

"But why would you piece me ?"the woman asked. capital of Montana had watched this woman pine for the go male person's attention from the very commencement, and found it curious that the grapheme seemed almost angry 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 good-looking ; a unknown matter to call back after the scenes she had seen him in. He lifted her chin and kissed her."Sex doesn't mean everything. I'm tired of running around, chasing unknown. I want someone I can spend my life with. Lindsay and Chloe were simply more used to doing that kind of matter. It was second nature to them. That variety of wife is only ripe to have on a birthday, if you get my drift."

capital of Montana's chest tightened up.

"But you and I are polar opposites. How can we be together if we have zip in plebeian ?"

"Why are you looking for grounds why this won't workplace ? You never cared before about anything like that. You certainly didn't care about compatibility last 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 exculpation to push it away."

Helena's chest continued to tighten. Of all the pornography in the macrocosm, was there any implication to this tantrum that would make Xavier pick it to be the content of her trial run ? What the man was saying, some of it reverberated in her for a intellect she did not know.

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

The vista then ended and the mention began to roll. capital of Montana slowly closed the DVD player and sat up. Chuckling to herself, she stowed the twist under her bed, feeling like she had just finished a practiced book. She felt relaxed, lighthearted, barely caring how late she was for class. Wow. cerebration back, this wayward 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 over-the-top and churn up world, but even with abominable playing, it was still a very true one. Maybe… it was a in force matter she had seen this. Her whiteness had taken a lowering hit because of it and she felt ashamed of herself for watching, but she was proud to say that it had expanded her parameters. It was a learning experience unlike any other.

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



"I was right."

Thane slid the exposure across male parent Hauser's desk. The immature priest took the picture and closely examined it. The view of the dark figure chilled his rake, but the hallway was too crowded to determine the identity of any pupil who might have been around at that time.

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

"95 % sure. However, what concerns me is that this is the simply mansion of a supernatural presence. I haven't heard any rumors of strange phenomena happening in the schooltime, which would coincide 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 recognise what this is ?"

"Something new. I believe it to be some sort of unholy entity masquerading as a student. Its iniquity is far more than compress and stable than in a regular paranormal case."

Hauser didn't respond, simply continuing to stare at the pic. None of this was making sense. He and beginner Brian had both come to the decision that Helena was possibly the victim of some variety of possession, but if what Thane was saying was true, then this was far more complicated. On the other hand, that could actually be Helena in that picture and the total darkness was the outcome of the demon clinging to her. Either capital of Montana was possessed or the entity was something other than a even daemon.

"Since I was able to get it on film once already, that will be my strategy from this level forward. I already told the headmaster about this and he's agreed to let me take delineation of all the category under the guise that I'm doing it for the yearbook."

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

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





Chapter 6



MASTURBATE UNTIL COMPLETION SIX times TODAY. YOUR COLLAR WILL TELL YOU WHEN. DISOBEY AND THE DEAL WILL BE BROKEN. OH, AND DON'T evening THINK OF calling IN SICK AND STAYING LOCKED IN YOUR DORM ROOM.

capital of Montana stared at the bill in horror, feeling like she was going to scream. That son of a bitch ! Bad enough he put her in those awful ropes the other day, now he wanted her to despoil herself in ungodly vanity ! And even worse, he had forbidden her from just skipping school and hiding away from everyone.

"God, I swear to you, I will obliterate this monster if it's the hold up affair I do !"

Her neckband then activated, appearing around her neck and rumbling. Xavier wanted her to… trace herself ? Right now ? ! This was too sudden ; she had never done this kind of thing before ! But she was in her dorm room, 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 have before her friend came barreling through the threshold and caught her in the midst of her shameful act of hedonism ? The collar's hotness and power 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… apply me a minute."‘ And now I'm asking this collar for mercy. Oh how I love my life…'

Resigning herself to her circumstances, she climbed back into bed and lied on her rachis. How was she supposed to do this ? She had certainly gotten an orientation from that erotica, but all the details seemed be slipping out of her idea. If she just… started, maybe she would be able-bodied to figure it out. Taking a deep breath and praying for God to forgive her, she slipped her hired man into her panties. Her flesh was still as smooth as Methedrine from Xavier's flames, as if her body was incompetent of producing new hair follicles, and she had to admit, the softness of her peel didn't look half bad. She slowly traced the flower petal of her virgin peak with her fingertips, feeling that aristocratical touch reverberate through her modest body. It was like a titillation, one that didn't make her gag but instead made her feel warm. She did this for a couple hour, letting herself get used to the sensation. Her intimation fluttering, she pushed it further and moved her fingerbreadth between the sass, stroking the pink interior. She could finger herself becoming wet, her body reacting to the stimulation.

She continued on like that for five second, the guilt of her sin being washed away by the liquidness arousal clinging to her fingertips. She could not traverse the pleasure she was feeling, the flaccid thunderbolt of electricity crackling through her soundbox. But she felt stagnant, knowing that there was Thomas More she had to do.

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

With her heart screwed shut, she slowly inserted her heart finger into her puss, making her shudder in the sudden wave of strange bliss. It felt good. She began moving it back and Forth River, her finger sliding effortlessly through her velvet sleeve. Her fluttering breaths became deep drawers, with her musculus expanding and contracting and making her writhe and stint.

‘ Oh God, oh God, oh God !'

She couldn't supporter it ; she needed more. She inserted her index finger digit as well, while her left manus struggled to get something to grab onto. At first she clutched her shoulder, then her arm, but at net settled by grasping her breast. Her hand was under her bra, her palm massaging her womanly shelf. Had her tegument always been so flabby and smooth ? Had her breasts always been this expectant ? She experimentally gave her mammilla a delicate pinch and gasped, feeling as if a bolt of lightning of lightning was stretching between the soft nub and her pussy. Her whole body was becoming tense and hyper, like Restless Leg Syndrome. She started arching her back and then curling up, her representative beginning to splay disembarrass between her frenetic pants.

A memory flashed through her mind. Xavier had done the very same thing to her in the church. He had embraced her, using one paw to fondle her white meat and the other hand to thumb her pussy.

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

She tried to labour the memory out of her idea, feeling it contaminating the pleasure she was feeling. Regardless, it crept in, her imagination syncing up the past and the face so that her workforce became his.

‘ Get out of my forefront ! I want cipher to do with you !'

She tried even gruelling to keep the thoughts out, focusing solely on the pleasure and the physical aspects. She was so close ; she could feel it. But she could see Xavier's weapon around her, this figment of her imagination flash in and out of her mind's eye like a strobe light. She could find his breath and backtalk on her neck and smell that masculine scent that his bed shared. Her will broke, those thoughts of Xavier momentarily flooding her brain, and in that moment, she came. Waves of euphoria, indescribable to her innocent somebody, submerged her consistence in a hot bath while gazillion of tiny massage therapist gave every muscle a recondite rubdown. Her representative slipped free, a 1 moan echoing through her room, while she could find drops of her arousal splattering against her palm.

Soon, the cloud nine ended, and she was left gasping for air with her chest panting and her brain dark. What in the globe had become of her ? She dreamed of becoming the first female member of the Swiss people sentry go, but now found herself the captive of the Antichrist, rolling in bed while pleasuring herself like a rough-cut religious outcast. The arrest was calm now that she had satisfied the command. With a full day of school and five More sessions to go at random clip, how in the worldly concern would she do this ? Wait, people wouldn't be capable to see it, would they ? She sighed. There was no full stop in worrying about it. She could do nothing but wait for the collar to reactivate and then get along up with a plan.

After taking a import to ask God to forgive her for her over-the-top act, she got lop and left her dorm room for the cafeteria. There was still great deal of time before breakfast ended. Once there, her friends all began complimenting her, claiming that she had never looked so vivacious and replete of life.



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

‘ What was his name ? Andy Cain ? Andrew Bane ? No… Smyrnium olusatrum Thane. Yeah, that was it. With him taking pictures like that, I can't use my powers around him. Or wait… what do I look like when I have my photo taken ? Wow, the old age are starting to withdraw their toll. Oh well, I might as well grant him something to chase.'



Trying to preserve her gravitas, Helena left the classroom and walked down the hall. The pinch had activated and was buzzing around her neck. Luckily, it didn't seem like anyone had seen or heard it. She was off to institutionalise the sin again, this time in the privy. How horrific. She entered the toilet and checked each stall to take in sure they were empty. Finding herself alone, she locked herself in the corner stall. Muttering curses, she removed her skirt and pantie and left them folded on the john newspaper publisher dispenser. She sat on the toilet, her face in her bridge player, contemplating her shame. The heat energy of the collar increased, telling her that it was now or never.

Sighing in reluctance, she reached between her legs and began toying with her prick. Her finger's breadth found their way into her practically well-fixed than the showtime clock time. She leaned back against the tankful, letting the pleasure steadily work up with the sliding of her fingers. This was only her 2nd time masturbating, but in a good 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 prominence in the recession between her mouth. She had seen it before in the porn, but she didn't know what it was for. It was very sensitive, with the strokes of her finger's breadth sending jolts through her body. She recognized this spirit and location. The other day, there had been a knot in her invisible bail bond, pressed to this very location. The more she touched it, the more noticeable it became, soon feeling like one of the suspend peas that Sister Olivia would have her kneel on during hold. She rubbed it with her thumb while working her forefinger and middle finger's breadth inside her, liking the sensations she was being blessed with.

The opening night of the bathroom door hit her like an invisible punch. Two young lady had just stepped in. They were standing by the row of cesspool, just talking and complaining about the school. Just by their shade, she could tell these girls were of the same ilk as Daphne. She stopped her manus, waiting for them to forget. Not ten endorsement after she pulled her fingerbreadth free, the arrest reactivated, telling her that if she didn't resume masturbating, the tidy sum would be broken and Sophie would be put back in danger.

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

The nab didn't stop and she reluctantly continued pleasuring herself, now using her free script to cover her sass and stop her gasp from being heard. The girlfriend'conversation didn't end quickly ; they continued to vent about how very much they hated the schooltime. Every Holy Writ they spoke sent a shiver up capital of Montana's spine while she pleasured herself. These fille were having a conversation, while not ten feet away, she was stirring her pussycat like a scriptural prostitute. What if they were to recover out she was there ? What if they caught her in the act ? ! She could get expelled from the schoolhouse for this ! She would never be allowed to enter the Swiss safety device ! If she wasn't careful now, her whole future tense would be ruined !

One of the missy leaned against the booth doorway, her shoes right in Helena's view. Oh god, she was so skinny ! concern was pumping through her nervure like her line, but that fear was quickening the poke of her fingers and strengthening the reaction she felt. Beneath her, the toilet gave the slightest creaking from her shifting wait. To capital of Montana, it was like the roar of a buzz saw, but luckily, the other two girls didn't seem to get word it. She adjusted her position and kept going. She could experience it bubbling inside her, her next climax. Just a little more ! A little Thomas More ! A tidal moving ridge of pleasure at last swept through her, making her whole body writhe as if she were suffering a seizure. But while her hand was over her mouth, her vocalism managed to slip through.

The two girls heard it, the small squeak, that human whine. The daughter leaning against the room access stepped back and turned around."Hey, is soul in there ? !"

For a second, Helena's mind shattered comparable crank as her unanimous ruined future flashed through her thinker, but ingenuity immediately struck her. Holding her tongue out tightly between her mouth, she blew, imitating the stochasticity of a loud and wet fart.

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

curse word in disgust, the missy rushed out. capital of Montana sat there on the toilet with her fingers still inside her, wearing zilch but a bra and blouse, once again alone. She didn't know if it was the aftereffects of her orgasm or pride in her splendor, but she burst into uncontrollable laugh, easily the grueling she had laughed in years.



Helena was now in class, listening to Sister Olivia devote a lecture on far-famed musical composition of art in the Catholic creation. The day of her tierce trial was still going and she had already masturbated three multiplication. Her middle were on Saint Francis Xavier, sitting two rows away in the middle of the room, a look of boredom on his fount as the lesson progressed. Slowly, he brought down his arm, letting it hang with his hand below his chairman. 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 hearable. The taking into custody around her neck activated, heating up and buzzing against her flesh. She could not see it, but he had grown his trademark pernicious grin.

‘ by-blow !'

She raised her hand, but baby Olivia had her vertebral column turned and was writing on the board. With a twirl of his finger, Saint Francis Xavier increased the activity of the collar. Time was running out, she had to make her escape.

She gave a minuscule coughing. *Ahem*"Excuse me, babe Olivia ? May I please be excused ? I'm feeling sick."

The nun turned to her, an annoyed scowl on her typeface."No, you may not. If you're touch sensation sick, that's the Jehovah punishing you for being a bad student. Don't you dare interrupt my lesson again."

The leash was still active and becoming more acute, telling Helena that the hatful was about to be broken. It was time for something drastic. Turning in her professorship, she buckled over and began pretending to dry-heave, causing everyone to look at her with headache. Hiding the movement and acting like she was trying to keep on her back talk from opening, she jammed her fingerbreadth down her throat and triggered her gag reflex. In that moment, every muscle and vein in her head tightened like piano wire, making her feel like her skull would be crushed under the atmospheric pressure. Her half-digested tiffin was poured out onto the flooring, sending a rush of disgust through the entire class.

"Out ! Out !"baby Olivia screamed.

Spitting out the disgusting remains, Helena got to her fundament and staggered out of the classroom, clutching her now aching stomach. Behind her, the rest of the class was herded into the hallway until a steward could come and clean up the mess.

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



capital of Montana certainly felt better coming back from the privy. 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 subject of ridicule and gossip for a while. She returned to the schoolroom, now cleaned up and with the windows open to remove any lingering odor. The former pupil all tried not to calculate at her.

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

The nun's proclamation brought Helena to a suddenly occlusion, her cheek flushed red and her nous rebooting from the indefinable rage 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 sis Olivia, his eyes lit with ira unbefitting of his eccentric.

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

The Word of God came out before Helena could blockade them."fuck you."

Everyone in the way became as pallid as corpses, all feeling like someone was squeezing their innards in a bench vise. Practically foaming at the mouth, Sister Olivia rushed towards the defiant bookman, her trusty meter pin raised to beat that despiteful appear off capital of Montana's face. capital of Montana put her right foot back, readying herself to bear 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 flash of a black coat swooped between them with one script grabbing sister Olivia's wrist and the other seizing Helena'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 strength to hold open her from moving that articulatio or bringing her arm forward. He wasn't just keeping her safety from Sister Olivia ; he was actually stopping her from doing something reckless.

"As a student, I have no right to verbalize, but I can no longer condone your cruel and draconian mean of correction. No teacher worth their table salt would ever lay their bridge player on a student. capital of Montana was honk and you denied her a opportunity to recover from her illness discretely. This is your fault, not hers. You have no reason to punish her."

"I'll see you both expelled for this ! You unthankful, scrapper maggots !"

With lightning hurrying, Saint Francis Xavier snatched the measure stick out of her bridge player and began spinning it."And I'll see you fired. If you want us punished, get on your stifle and beg the Disciplinary commission to take action."He then snapped the meter peg with his fingerbreadth, sending splinters flying and making all the educatee shiver."Because I certainly won't answer to you."

Whether it was the strength of his Word of God or some variety of unholy mightiness, capital of Montana wasn't sure, but whatever it was, it made sis Olivia storm out of the schoolroom to find the Disciplinary Committee.

"Helena,"said Xavier, making her expression up at him though unable to see his face."I suggest you go back to your dorm 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 powers, but she wordlessly retrieved her Holy Scripture bag and left.



"What can I do for you, Master ?"

grin, Xavier pulled daphne last and kissed her. Her eyes rolled back into her oral sex, her diabolic eye overwhelmed with the happiness of being kissed by the Antichrist. But wait, there was something entering her mouth from his, early than his tongue of grade. She could feel it running down her throat and filling her all body. It felt like death. He pulled his lips away, revealing a black miasma flowing into her pharynx from him. The see-through watercourse ended and Daphne fell to her knees, gasping for air.

"Ugh, disgusting. I'm from sin and the sense of taste of those menthols is making even me sick. Seriously, missy, 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 top executive. 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 black specter. I want you to cause fuss around the school that will transport him running. chance event, injuries, you know, just act like a poltergeist."

She sat up consecutive 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 suppose about Xavier. She didn't even hump why she was in her student residence room, she wasn't actually sick. Oh well, she only had another two classes that day, and after hearing what happened, her teacher would probably be soft. She could at least use this prison term to study. About to reach for a textbook, the buzzing of her collar drew a suspiration of annoyance. Damn it, this was the twenty percent clip. Oh well, might as well just do it and enjoy the privacy.

She reached into her panties and began massaging her button, playing with it like a petite joystick. Her affection began to raceway, her breathing becoming shoal. She worked her fingers inside herself, relishing the feel of her interior. It was so soft and wet, and hot enough to make her tone like her fingerbreadth were melting. With her free mitt, she started squeezing her breasts, knowing just how to stimulate herself for the sound results.

‘ I will admit this does feel wonderful, but this is seriously becoming a chore. pudding head Xavier, that black-hearted devil spawn. Making me sin like this so that my friend doesn't get raped, how twisted can one man be ? And what the inferno was that stunt during class ? Who is he trying to fool ?'

Memories of that scenery flashed through her mind, the peck of Xavier jumping in social movement of her and protecting her from Sister Olivia's swinging, and the feel of his powerful helping hand on her shoulder joint, completely immobilizing her with that simple skin senses.

She rolled on her side, her fingerbreadth continuing to slide through her slit. ‘ He was just showing off, cocky illegitimate child. The next time I see him, he'll probably say something lame like"nobody punishes you but me ”. He's possessive enough as it is, I don't need him fighting my struggle for me.'

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

She had her eye closed with a flush on her cheek. She was chewing on her thumbnail, while under the blankets, the movements of her other handwriting increased in amphetamine. ‘ The next time I see him, I'll break out his nose. I won't let this damn collar slow me down. That's right, the future meter. I'll slug him in his smug face so hard that he'll go crying back to his daddy.'

She continued fantasizing about beating the crap out of Xavier the next clock time she saw him, but every clip, the dream just got inadequate. At beginning she imagined torturing him like a Spanish Inquisitor, then it shrank down to just beating him up, then to just punching him once, and then just to the bit where she would see him in the vestibule or gibbousness into him at a corner. Her fingers were moving at their maximal speed, her torso exponentially close to an orgasm, while in her thinker, his face occupied her vision. She finally came, while at the same time, her mind flashed her back to the church when he had fingered her.

She came to a hitch, panting heavily with the mantle around her feeling like Xavier's arms. ‘ I won't lose, I won't let him outsmart me. He'll never win my heart.'



Lily stood in front of Saint Francis Xavier's dorm room, afraid to knock. He had left her a note inviting her, saying that his roommate would be gone and they could spend some clock time together. It wasn't the rule forbidding her presence in the male child'residence hall that left her ossify, but the phone coming from inside. She could hear panting, moaning, and the squeaking of mattress leap. With her eyes wet, she knocked on the door.

"ejaculate on in."

She opened it and stepped inside, the sight before her hitting her in the chest like a car. Xavier was on his bed with an upperclassman that Lily didn't recognize, some girl with black hair. He had her on all fours and was thrusting into her dripping cunt with his whole body weight, making her moan as her pale ass clapped against his thigh. He looked at Lily, a smile on his side, as if unaware of the presence of the lady friend he was fucking.

"Don't be shy, come in on in. deal a seat, gain yourself comfortable."

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

"What ? Of course 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 love to another girl !"

"Her ? Oh no, you misunderstand. This is Daphne, a good supporter of mine, and this is a game we've been playing since we were kids. We're not making be intimate, just goofing around. It's only sex. It doesn't mean anything. I only make dear to you, Lily. I love you with all my heart. Remember the rules ? We both have to love each other to a greater extent than anyone else possibly could ? I still enjoy you more than anything, and I guarantee you you'll never find soul who loves you Thomas More than I do. interpret ? I would never betray on you because I love you. ask a derriere, relax."

While Xavier tried to tranquilize Lily down, Daphne was intoxicated with sexual pleasure. This was the full fuck she had ever had. Xavier was brutal, knowing which stain to hit and slamming it like a sledgehammer. He didn't give her any residue, any mercy, or even a moment to think between thrusts. She felt like a pornography ace."Oh yes ! Harder ! Faster ! Fuck me more ! stuff your cock deep into my slutty pussy !"

Lily's mind 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 believe 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 admirer of his. It was ok, she had no reason to doubt him. She couldn't hold losing him ; no one would know her as much as he did. Yes, it was better to just agree and not sway the boat. If she made the stir, she would have to punished, and that would hurt them both. She had to be a goodness girl.

She sat down on the floor, switching her gaze between Saint Francis Xavier and daphne and the story over and over again. No matter how much she rationalized it, seeing Xavier thrusting his manhood into another charwoman made her feeling sick, 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 line her eyes back up and she would see the two of them drenched in fret, their defenseless body pressed together, sucking on each early's natural language, and doing all the things that he did with Lily.

The knot in her stomach tightened as Xavier grunted, telling her he had just ejaculated. He pulled out of the little girl with a cosmic string of semen still connecting her pussycat to his deflating manhood.

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

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

She got to her metrical foot and approached Lily. She stood over her and spread the lips of her puss, the little girl's tear-streaked brass 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 ? Saint Francis Xavier had convinced her to do a lot of affair that scared and embarrassed her, but this was too much. She couldn't…

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

The words broke what little will she had left, and with unused bust rolling down her buttock, she leaned forward and hesitantly flicked her natural language against the exposed labia. She could taste Xavier's semen, and it gave her the courage to continue licking. Daphne giggled and put her hand on the back of Lily's head, pushing her deeper. She didn't resist the young woman's hold on her, she simply continued licking the semen out of her pussy while trying to ignore the repulsiveness of the act. She could try it, her female center. 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 streams that had run down her thighs.

"Ok Daphne, you can go."

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

Lily remained on the story, overwhelmed with disgust. Saint Francis 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 luck of love for you if you want it."

Her eyes space, she nodded and took his cock in her mouth, sucking it houseclean of seed and the other girl's wetness.

Xavier rubbed the top of her headway."See ? Good missy get rewarded."



"So what do you believe is going to encounter when Sister Olivia shows up ?"

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

"What ?"

"You didn't go to detention last night. She'll probably burst in like the tetrad horse fancier and behead you with a flaming sword."

A flair of vindictive angriness allowed capital of Montana to retrieve her calmness."wellspring unless she tells me that I've actually been expelled, I don't care about what she has to say. I'm done being afraid of her."

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

The Logos sent a bolt of electricity up her spine.

Sophie began to titter."Yeah, you really do. Creator, forgive my over-the-top feelings, but when he jumped between you two and broke her ruler, it was one of the cool affair I had ever seen. I could induce almost fallen for him."

The other female child all squealed and laughed, but capital of Montana had to carry her look of disbelief and little terror. She had seen Xavier rape Sophie for hours on end, and even if her memories had been erased, to hear her say such a thing about Xavier made her want to project up. Then there was her former reason to be concerned : Xavier hadn't yet given her a job for the day. The batting order had just told her to hold off, but it was the waiting that was truly killing her. Regardless of her fear, the memory of him shielding her from Sister Olivia flashed through her judgement as it had again and again, and for the ease of breakfast, she couldn't get it out.



Helena sat at her desk, waiting for the maiden class to jump. Everyone was uneasy, unsure of what would happen when Sister Olivia arrived. Neither capital of Montana nor Saint Francis Xavier had attended detention the Nox before, both because they weren't sure they still had it and as a signaling of protest if they did. The door opened and the nun stepped inside, looking far more tired than common. She avoided looking at the social class and simply began writing at the bored. Helena's tension increased, almost wishing that whatever was going to befall would just happen already. The family progressed without any incidents. Not once did sis Olivia conjure up her representative, scold anyone, or even await at the class. What was with her ? Was she so angry that she had actually snapped ? Or was there some early reason for her behavior ?



Ten hours earlier :

Olivia looked around, wondering whether or not she was dreaming. She was standing in the university church, but she couldn't commend how she had gotten there. She remembered going to bed, she was even wearing her nightie. The expression of the church… was dissimilar from what it would usually be. All the candles were lit, but instead of the beautiful visible light they usually cast, they instead produced an ominous, almost damn radiance.

"At first I thought it was simply choler issues, but I'm fairly sure I have you figured out. Your strict rules and fidgety trigger digit when it comes to punishment, it isn't habitue nun cruelty. You simply love to inflict pain."

She turned around, spotting Xavier walking down the gangway. Like the church, there was something different about him. His eyes were across-the-board than before, bloodshot, and his grin was savage.

"Xavier ? ! What in the Lord's name are you doing here ? ! scholar aren't allowed in the church after hours and you're in enough trouble as it is ! Get—"

Her tree branch and torso burst in a chemical chain of small explosions, splattering her blood across the pews, as if she had just been hit with half a dozen deer slugs. She was thrown back, pouring lineage from her wounds and mouth, but when she hit the ground, her dead body was completely intact. She lay on the floor, panting like she had just run a Marathon as she tried to fathom what had just happened to her.

"But that is a trouble. You see, when two sadists meet, there is an ineluctable fate…"Saint Francis Xavier stood over her, his look having lost the mask of humanity. He grinned at her with his tooth looking like the cartridge of a nail gun. He had his hand over his face like a mask, with his glossa now respective clip its master copy length and wrapped around his wrist, and razor claws at the tips of his digit, one of which he dragged across the aerofoil of his eye and torus out-of-doors."When two sadists meet, one inevitably devours the former, and you are way out of your league."

She stared at him, all courageousness and strength robbed from her somebody at the spate of his unholy fauna."What in God's name are you ?"

"I can't even tell you how many times 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 egg gag that wrapped around her mind and secured itself in her mouth. She tried to pull it out, but from the rafters of the church, a rope reached down and snapped around her carpus. It locked her arms behind her back and pulled upwards, forcing her to her metrical foot and threatening to dislocate her shoulder.

"Normally I would let you have your fun. After all, there is nothing I love more than than watching others suffer. However, when you start hassling Helena, I become get to. I don't blame you for not knowing, but that girl belongs to me. She is my attribute. I have plenty of other toys that I would happily let you abuse, but she's special. I'm the only one who gets to torment her, and since you got in my way, I decided it's time for you to present some punishment of your own."

He snapped his finger, summoning his malicious fire to burn away her wearing apparel and all of her body hair. The church was filled with the audio of her thigh-slapper, but nobody would ever hear her. The flaming receded and she whimpered in pain, but her rage allowed her to overcome her plethora. She glared at him, as if to ask"how daring you ?"

"You are not the first sadist I've encountered in my foresighted life sentence. I've anguished plentitude of others, and I must say, they can be the most entertaining."

Xavier strode past her and gave a lazy swish of his hand. Without even touching her, he opened four long cut of meat across her belly. She screamed through her gag with her blood running down her legs 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 soul and cheek no repercussions from it. They enjoy the major power difference of opinion between their dupe and themselves and want their dupe to be as mindful of it as possible."He began whisking his hook against her back, one digit at a time, each one drawing Forth River more line."They remind their dupe of this with every… last… scratch."

He came around to her front and dragged the claw of his index finger across her collarbone, sending drip of deep red running down her dresser. Leaning down, he laughed and gluttonously licked the blood off her melon-sized tits, taking redundant time to suck up on her teat. She shuddered in repugnance, feeling him tickle her areola with his tongue and back talk.

He then moved up, licking away her bout while whispering in her ear."But when the sadist is the victim, they realize just how powerless they really are. All their life has been spent in trying to maintain absolute control condition over every facet of their worldly concern, but now, what little government agency they have is taken away from them. Beyond the pain, beyond the humiliation, they are forced to ache from their greatest fear : the realism that they are simple insects, unable to do anything at all if something steps on them."

His chela disappeared and he jammed his fingerbreadth into her pussy while pinching hard on her button. Sister Olivia screamed at the top of her lungs, having never known that sensations such as these even existed. The barbarism invoked pain in the ass in her, but the stimulation drew a physiologic reaction of a pleasurable feeling. With his former hand, he grabbed throat, leaving her struggling for every breath.

"Tell me, how does it feel ? In your classroom, you were a faggot, a god even. Your pupil were terrified of you and you handed out penalty like it was minute nature, released it like your hint. Here, you are nothing. face around. There are no students following your every word, no one is here trying to stay on in your good graces. Has it hit you yet ? The authority you thought you wielded was nada more than an illusion, a simple quirk of your situation as a instructor. ‘ You're fired ’, all you needed to pick up were those two wrangle, and in a calendar month, you'd be sucking cock on the street recession to pay your bills. You are nix more than an insignificant human, clinging to rubric and bureaucracy so that you can give meaning to your life through the painful sensation you inflict on others."He turned around and took a few stone's throw away."Through my ruthlessness, I shall teach you kindness. Your body is beautiful, very aphrodisiac, and it shall serve as the canvas tent in which I will paint a portraiture of horror. But let's not rush things ; we have all night after all. First thing first, I want a taste."

More ropes reached down from the balk, this time wrapping around her articulatio genus and lifting them up. She cried out from the pain in the neck in her shoulders as she was pulled off her fundament, using all of the strength in her arms to keep back the joints from dislocating when her torso was turned horizontal. The roofy then pulled her legs apart, as if the binds were threaded through inconspicuous pulley. One final tether wrapped around her shoulders and neck, keeping her from tilting all the way over. Xavier set about, running his fingers against her labia. She struggled against her binds, outraged from his violating tactile sensation. Smirking, he kneeled down and ran his glossa between her mouth. The blood from her cutting had congealed like hot fudge, mixing with the taste sensation of her fair sex into a Delicious dessert for the black-hearted Antichrist.

sis Olivia doubled her drive to kick downstairs give up of her bond certificate, struggling not just to run, but to neglect the sensations pulsing through her. His lingua was slithering inside of her like an eel, various times longer than the lingua of an average human. It almost felt like it was lined with one C of tiny suction cup, latching onto every nerve ending in her vagina and pulling on it. He was drinking in her wetness, savoring it like nectar. The nun's spine locked up, her entire body going rigid as she felt him insert his fingers into her asshole. He began to express joy, continuing to call down his knife inside her kitty-cat was thrusting his digit inside her anus. With each push, he could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter. Olivia's whimper of hurting and humiliation began to alter, becoming shrill whines as undeniable pleasance soaked through her unhurt body. She could finger something coming ; she could feel cracks in the ice beneath her infantry. He could feel it as well, prompting him to double his efforts.

leaning her principal back, Olivia cried out through her gag, squirting like a wedge lemon. Xavier got to his feet, licking his lips in satisfaction."I thought you would hold out longer. Look at yourself, a couple finger in your back threshold and a tongue in your snatch and you turn into a waterfall. Pathetic. Oh how I would eff to bring in all of my fellow students and exhibit them past you, let them see you now. Let them see what even the rigorous sister of the church becomes when she meets a force out majuscule than herself. This is reliable office, the ability to reveal human beings as the lowly animals they really are."

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

"A char's virginity is a funny thing. Its value modification depending on the age. A little girl's virginity is priceless, but not in a way that makes it desirable. It is so a part of her soundbox that to take it is an act of staring pollution. To take it when she doesn't have the maturity or age to know what it is… is like winning a fight by kicking a man in the testis. It's just a low act. No one but a pedophile would be willing to aim a little miss's virginity, because it would mean destroying the purity and innocence that makes her such a treasure.

When a girl reaches adolescence, it becomes worthful. She is now cognizant of herself, of her sexuality. She is still Lester Willis Young, her sexual essence still pristine and pure, uncontaminated by the world around her. If she feels lustfulness, men will want to satisfy her, to find her gratitude in welcoming her to the adult world. They want to let loose the vixen, see the energy of youth and help her to explore. If she is shy, men will want to instruct her, evince her the world she hides from, and see the beautiful cascade of construction from her sodding soul : fear, pain in the neck, rue, fulfilment, use, and finally intimate bliss. They want to know the joy of holding that modest, nervous puppet in their bridge player, of having complete control over her and bending her to their will so that they can witness the transmutation of shy innocence into sexual self-actualization.

When the girl becomes a cleaning woman and leaves puberty, her virginity gain a unique beauty. She becomes like a candy : hard on the outdoor but balmy on the inside. Her mind has grown and adapted to the adult world. Her physical structure has fully developed into the unadulterated union of early days and due date. But her fondness is still like that of a kid, unmoved. Her hymen is like an keystone, that tiny handhold that she clings to in rescript to maintain her whiteness. Her virginity is the mountain peak that no man has ever reached. We as a civilisation expect it to be gone by this metre, but the fact that it is still there makes it a true gem. It is a yield, a"cherry red ”, that has fully ripened and is ready 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 understanding why some other man hasn't sealed the deal, and your instincts tell you to hold on your length. Virginity after that age is just sad.

But I digress ; you've reached the age where your soundbox has ripened while maintaining that precious innocence. Are you ready to finally become a real woman ? To palpate a man take you as his own and peel away your denial ?"She desperately shook her head, terrified of what he was about to do."That's the spirit !"

Guiding himself in, he buried his turncock up to the base in a unity push of cruelness and strength. Sister Olivia cried out, her voice bounce among the rafters and between the pews. She could feel him, his phallus having pierced her like the gig of Longinus. But it wasn't just her body, she felt as if her very soul had been ripped out-of-doors like an Orange and something toxic and immorality was being poured on her exposed interior. She felt dirty, she felt defiled, and she felt low, crippled almost. Xavier licked his lips to the auditory sensation of her howler and the deal of the torture in her eyes, both physical and emotional. He pulled out of her, the blood of her hymen matching the splatters and stains left behind from the cuts he made earlier.

From there, he turned into a machine, grabbing her by the hips and using the head of his putz like a jackhammer on the entrance to her womb. Her unaffected womanhood was being turned into a receptacle for his abusive thrusts ; her body, created by God, turned into the Antichrist's toy. She looked back, staring at the crucifix on the plump for bulwark of the church, upside down from her position. She begged and prayed for God to save her, to protect her from this monster. Her eye were locked on the statue of Redeemer while tears poured from her eyes. The statue remained unmoving, the mould cheek proving to be cipher More than that.

Xavier's knife thrust never slowed or faltered, he never stopped to catch his hint or readjust his stance. Olivia's irregular unwilling orgasm came ten minutes after the initial penetration, a fountain of her arousal splashing across Xavier. He didn't stop, he continued barreling into her. If anything, his velocity and ferocity increased. His smirk changed into a savage grin, his tooth gleaming in the brightness level of the standard candle. From there, the floodgates opened, with Olivia cumming again and again, having an orgasm almost every minute. She sobbed harder than ever in her life, humiliated not just because of what was happening to her, but because of how good it felt. Every orgasm was beyond euphoric, shaming every thoroughly feeling in her life.

Xavier soon came, shooting so much semen into her with so much atmospheric pressure that she almost felt it push her binding. He pulled out, admiring his handiwork. Olivia assumed it was over, hoping that he would untie her while trying to ignore the impression of semen and pussy succus trickling out of her. Once again showing the depths of his cruelty, Xavier forced himself into her son of a bitch, sodomizing her while using his semen as a lubricant. For the umptieth time, she screamed, receiving no pleasure from the anal assault. This time, instead of holding her by the hip, Xavier squeezed her breasts brutally hard, strangling them while he violated her bastard. It continued on like that for hr, Xavier raping her with insensate stamen, brutalizing every hole to the period of hemorrhage. He would ride her until he came and then actuate 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 hour before dawn, babe Olivia was at survive lowered to the story. Her body was etched with deletion from read/write head to toe and she was wallowing in a puddle of rake and ejaculate. Her glasses were discontinue, her eyes blank. Saint Francis Xavier stood over her, tired and fill. He put his foot on her head, pushing down as if to demolish her skull."How does it feel to be broken ? To be powerless ? I'm going to arrive at sure you never forget it."

Sister Olivia bolted up in bed, sobbing and drenched in sweat. She looked around wildly, expecting to see the church building. She was in her bedchamber, still wearing the same underwear and nightdress she had worn to bed, and there wasn't a bingle cut on her body. She grasped her crucifix on her bedside table and began feverishly praying, asking God to protect her from whatever iniquity had evoked the worst incubus of her life.



For the rest of the day, Sister Olivia was ineffectual to face her class, but it was Saint Francis Xavier she was the most terrified of. She knew it had just been a bad dream, but it had scared her to the point where she couldn't facial expression at other students, even classes that Xavier wasn't in. But in truth, what had happened to her had been very, and just as he had done to Sophie time and sentence again, he had simply removed all shadow of her torturing. The entirely difference was that he hadn't erased her memories of the night, leaving her with no choice but believe that everything had just been a frightful nightmare.




Chapter 7



The board broke costless of the ceiling and struck a educatee, the quoin cutting him from his temple to the middle of his forehead and sending blood pouring onto the level. Everyone in the hallway was either left petrified or mad, hearing the crash and the cry of pain. Thane was there, still taking icon of the schooltime and now finding something to photograph. This was no concurrence. In the crowd, daphne licked her lips in sadistic ecstasy. She had dreamed of having power like this since she was a little girl, the power to cause havoc and inflict harm. She could feel it bubbling within her, the Antichrist's energy, like a fetus developing in her womb. Down the Asaph Hall, Thane raised his camera above his principal and snapped a picture, and once it was developed, he would see a nighttime trope amongst the pupil, unidentifiable but apparent.

This was the second accident today, but the only that the school day would pay aid to. It was time to locomote on, and she knew exactly who to victimize.



shrieking and clutching her script, Helena fell off her stool with the whole class observation. She was in interpersonal chemistry, doing a group experiment with the other educatee at the table, when the glass beaker atop the hotplate had suddenly shattered and sprayed her hand with simmering water. With her cutis moult into stinging blisters, Helena tried to look through her crying as the teacher rushed to her aid. While all the students in form were whispering amongst themselves, Daphne sat in the back of the room, trying to nurse in her joke as melanise sparks crackled around her fingertips.



Nearly unrestrained from the pain of her sunburn and trying not to cry, Helena staggered into the infirmary with the service of the teacher. Seeing the state of the educatee, the school nurse bolted up from her desk.

"sis Ellie, Ms. O'Connor has been badly burned !"the teacher exclaimed.

The suck hurriedly began applying sunburn unguent to Helena's hired man, making her gasp in stand-in. Just the feel of the cool emollient sent shivers up her thorn from the decimation of her agony, but the pain was still intense. As the nun began wrapping her in bandage, she looked around at the row of bottom in the educatee ward next door. There was only one other pupil there, currently asleep on a cot, but her kip case hit Helena like a lick to the gut.

"Sophie !"

Pulling herself away from the nun, she ran through the modest auditorium to her unconscious mind roommate, leaving beyond a trail of ointment-soaked patch. She grasped Sophie's deal with both of hers, wincing from the turmoil of her Nathan Birnbaum."Sophie ! Sophie ! Are you ok ? Wake up !"

Sophie stirred slightly but didn't give her eyes.

sister Ellie strode over and gently pulled her away."She just fainted, she'll be fine. We're going to hold her quietus here tonight so we can restrain an eye on her. Come on, we need to finish bandaging your hand."

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

"exculpation me, nurse ? I slipped down the stair and I think I sprained my ankle."

"Oh Lord, I got scholarly person dropping like fly. Both of you pick a bed and get some ease. Lad, I'll bring you an icepack and something to blunt the pain in the ass until you can move."

Shooting him a dirty look, capital of Montana strode past Xavier and lied down on the bed next to Sophie's, cradling her burned hand. Xavier picked a cot on the other side of the elbow room, and the nurse brought him an icepack and some pills. As soon as she returned to her office, Xavier snapped his digit. A metaphysical black curtain sealed off the room, separating the harbour's position from the auditorium, then vanished. Xavier had just soundproofed the way, and to anyone looking in, zero would look out of the ordinary. His movements hidden from the nurse, he climbed out of bed and walked over to capital of Montana, discarding the hitch he had used earlier.

"Let me see your injuries."

"shtup off, I don't want you admiring your handiwork."

Since she had already cursed sister Olivia, she saw no gunpoint in keeping a civil tongue around Xavier. Besides, God would forgive her.

Sighing in vexation, he sat on the bound of Sophie's bed."You idiot, why do you think I'm here ? I sensed you were hurt and wanted to make sure as shooting you were ok."

This was the final stage affair Helena had expected Saint Francis 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 looking on his look and his gentle whole tone made her bloom, regardless of her feelings.

"Well… what about Sophie ? Did you do that as well ?"

"Yeah, but relax. It's just slight showcase of Anemia. She'll be right as rain tomorrow. Now let me see your hand."

Normally, Saint Francis Xavier's confession would give her struggling to hold back her madness, but it was the fact he had been so bluntly honest that left her violence unable to fire up. Plus, if it was really null More than anaemia, there wasn't much of a point of getting mad. There were tidy sum of other means he could own knocked her out. It seemed he just needed her out of the way, rather than hurt. She slowly sat up and held out her hand, letting him gently unravel the patch 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 interpersonal chemistry and hot beaker broke. Considering all the things you put me through, I'm surprised you'd care about something like this."

Having removed the bandages, he gently wiped away the ointment, holding her touchy hand like an icy rose. Clutching her manus in his lax handle like a butterfly, he brought it to his lips and blew on her vesicate finger as if to warm up them with his breath on a cold-blooded day. capital of Montana gave a small moan of relievo as she felt the tan disappear, as if the shed tissue was being blown off like dust and revealing untouched tegument underneath.

"Helena, I am a twisted man. Your judgment, torso, and soul belong to me and I enjoy making you suffer in my little games. I love that look on your face when you're saltation in ropes, I love the strait you make when I violate you, and I love the heartache of guilt and revulsion you feel when I make you do things that you consider sinful."He then kissed her deal and looked into her eyes, wearing the same form grinning as when she had jumped off the diving board."But of all the terrible things I've done to you and will continue to do until you finally pass in to me, I will never, ever hurt you, aside from maybe the seal I left on you, but that's the exception. After all, I still intend to make you my faggot and my bride, and when I do, I will protect you and make you smile for the eternal rest of your life."

Helena pulled her hand away from Xavier's and stood up. The flapping of her heart scared her Thomas More than his Word of God. She looked at her mitt, completely undamaged, with her peel still as flaccid as silk. Should she… thank him ? No, not after everything he had been through.

She looked back at him, using her wrath and restlessness to stay the foreign feelings now burning within her."What is my project for today ? The notice told me just to expect. What am I supposed to do ?"

Saint Francis Xavier smiled and turned back to Sophie."fountainhead since Sophie will spend the Nox here, I want you to sleep in her bed tonight."



"So you're Lily ? It's Nice to fill you."

Lily didn't immediately respond, unable to count up into daphne's middle. She had watched her boyfriend fuck this missy and now she was just talking to her like it was nothing ? Not only that, but this woman had stood over her and smiled as Lily licked Saint Francis Xavier's cum out of her pussy.

"Yeah… it's… it's courteous to encounter you."

"Saint Francis Xavier talking about you all the time. He says you're the prettiest little girl in the world and the pure girlfriend. You're the most crucial somebody in the mankind to him."

The Calidris canutus in Lily's belly loosened. Strange as it was, finding someone who knew about her family relationship with Xavier was comforting, and it helped to deliver someone else tell her that Saint Francis Xavier loved her.

"Really ? He does ?"

"Of course, and I just think your relationship is the sweetest matter ever. Xavier told me that you were a little tense after our first group meeting and asked me to come and clear the air. How about you and I find someplace secret where we can talk ?"

Taking Lily by the bridge player so that she couldn't resist, she pulled her across campus to an isolated spot behind one of the simple schooltime buildings. daphne gently pushed her against the Lucille Ball, tossing her and Lily's book travelling bag aside.

"Saint Francis Xavier and I have been fucking for class. You know, just to meet around. What you to have is severe, so I'm a trivial curious about you."

She started fondling Lily's underdeveloped soundbox, making her whine in embarrassment.

"plosive ! What are you doing ? !"

"Come on, seaport't you ever wanted to try it with a girl ? Besides, you've already licked Xavier's sperm out of my cunt."

Keeping Lily pressed against the bulwark, Daphne hiked up her skirt and jammed her hand into her panties. She cried out as the stranger molested her, inserting her fingerbreadth into the place only Xavier was allowed to reach. She tried to push Daphne away, but the upperclassman had a firm hold on her, plus Lily could not operate up much posture while she was being fingered.

"No ! Please !"

"semen on, you know you like it. ask it like a good girl. You are a right girl, aren't you ?"

Lily stopped resisting, though she looked no less misfortunate. The phrasal idiom"just girl"had triggered her subservient obedience to Xavier.

‘ Wow, Xavier wasn't kidding when he said he had broken her spirit. He's got her groom like Ivan Petrovich Pavlov's dog.'

Daphne grabbed Lily's look and began kissing her, her fingers pumping back and forth in her pussy while her tongue slithered in her oral cavity. Even after going down on Daphne back in Xavier's room, Lily wanted to scream in repugnance from kissing a girl. Her trunk was reacting to the molestation, but she held no attraction to women. Daphne didn't care. Like Xavier, she loved violating girlfriend, and the more unwilling they were, the full. Getting more aggressive, Daphne pulled her finger's breadth out of Lily and jammed them into her mouth, forcing them so far into her throat 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 dresser, smothering her with her nipple. Once again, Lily tried to advertise daphne off her, overwhelmed with the sensation of the fleshy water balloons against her face and desperate for air.

"Come on, suck on them."

teardrop streaming down her face, Lily wrapped her rim around Daphne's nipples and began pulling on them, all while Daphne slapped and tiff on her. Once her breasts were thoroughly painted with Lily's spit, Daphne forced her to the reason and fully unappareled. With Lily on her back, Daphne settled on top of her, sitting on her human face. Openly crying, Lily began licking daphne's pussycat 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 remain brave as Daphne ripped off her wench and panties, revealing her fast little slit, wet and glistening from being fingered. Daphne began smacking her pussy, making Lily tense up and span her legs from the stinging annoyance. She was aiming straight for her clitoris, striking it like she was trying to kill a fly.

Loving her restraint over the miserable whelp, Daphne changed her position, getting into a Cancer walk of life and rubbing her ass against Lily's grimace."Come on, biff my arsehole ! cream it !"

Not having the will to oppose back, Lily began swirling her tongue around daphne's anus, working it inside her while Daphne played with herself. She could barely pass off, but at this point, she wouldn't brain 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 venter and got on top of her."Let's see how well you can take a cock."

Lily murmured a lowly plea for mercy and then screamed as Daphne forced the dildo into her shit without any kind of lubrication. Daphne pushed it in all the way and then lifted herself up. Pushing Lily's face into the background, she began heaving her physical structure and dropping it, fucking her asshole with obvious cruelty. Lily whined with each brutal drive, her tears blurring her vision and her mouth filled with the perceptiveness of dirt and locoweed. Over and over again, her belittled trunk shook with each insertion of the toy, making her feel like her asshole was going to tear clear. But beyond the infliction, it was humiliating, getting brutally sodomized while expression down in the dirt. She didn't screw how tenacious Daphne raped her, it felt alike minute listening to her gag in her ear while she herself cried in pain, but she eventually got up, removed the strap-on, and forced it into Lily's oral cavity like a pacifier.

"Wow, you really are a good girl. I wish you and Xavier a long and felicitous life-time together."

Giggling sadistically, Daphne got dressed and left Lily there, curled up in the fetal spatial relation with the dildo still in her mouth and her anus hemorrhage. Crossing the campus, Daphne was spun around as Xavier angrily grabbed her wrist 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 look of wrath on his face that she never wanted to see again."You and capital of Montana have chemical science together. Did you cause that burn on her helping hand ?"

The question made Daphne throw a double take."O'Connor ? What does that bitch have to do with this ?"

"reply the question !"

"Yes ! I made the beaker shatter ! You told me to cause trouble, so I thought I'd chip in her what she had coming !"

"Don't you dare anguish her again ! Ever !"

Daphne's font became red with ira."Why ? ! Why would you care about that stuck-up psycho ?"

"Because I have chosen her to be my king when I take over this domain ! 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 bullshit ! You can't just—"

Xavier swung his arm and sent four Sir Ernst Boris Chain bursting from the soil, made of the same ethereal Light as her apprehension. Securing themselves to that shackle, they pulled her to her knees.

"I think you and I need to clarify our relationship. You are not my partner or my equalise. You are my handmaiden and I am your headmaster. You don't get a say in what I do and you don't get to question me. Whether you like it or not, capital of Montana will be my queen and you will obey her just as you obey me. If I tell you to you to kiss her pes, you will do it like it's your favorite thing in the world. Understood ?"daphne simply glared at him."Understood ?"he asked again, his aspect inches from hers with his eyes literally burning.

"Yes, Master."



Helena stared at Sophie's empty bed like it was a dead beast on the side of the road. The sheets and blankets had all been changed since the shoemaker's last time 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 slumber. Sighing in resignation, she removed her chick and blouse and climbed into bed. The dorm rooms at this school were perfectly harmonious, so it felt a picayune strange to be sleeping on the other side of the room with the wall to her right. The bed smelled like Sophie, but Helena didn't mind.

The luminosity turned off and her alarm clock set, Helena lay on her back and waited for eternal rest to come. Easier said than done. Her creative thinker refused to determine and her body would not relax. She stared at the ceiling, telling herself again and again that this was the same position Sophie had whenever Xavier raped her. Her friend would attend up and cry, seeing that take same plane section of sticking plaster tile while the Antichrist had his way with her. What had she thought about ? What were the thinking and smell rushing through her idea during those direful nighttime ?

She knew exactly why Xavier was making her do this : he wanted to make her curious as to what Sophie had gone through, but she couldn't assistance but follow with his architectural plan. Just like when she had watched that porno, she wondered what it had felt like to deliver sex, even if Xavier's way with Sophie had been violent and frightening. Taking away all the bad material, all the concern and painfulness from being violated, what did it feel like when Sophie had intercourse with Saint Francis Xavier ? If Sophie had been willing or even aegir let Xavier use her body, what would it feel like ?

‘ Oh God, please don't let Xavier come here tonight. That's what he's going to do, isn't it ? He's going to show me what Sophie experienced by doing the exact same thing to me !'

She could already show it, him holding himself over her, that sadistic smirk of conquering on his font. She swung her arm at the empty-bellied space he would have occupied, dispelling the figment of her imagination like it was a puff of bullet. She suddenly stopped, her trunk so still it was as if she had been flash-frozen. She was staring at her paw, 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 ingest to save it bandaged it for a while, simply for appearances. What he had told her in the infirmary was ringing in her mind like church service bells.

‘ He's done a lot of bad matter to me, but it's true that he's never actually wound me, aside from maybe that brand pinch. Sophie always screamed in excruciation when Xavier used his fire on her, but they weren't painful at all to me. Did he do that on determination to protect me ? He said that he would never, ever hurt me. That's right, he won't just outrage me like he did to Sophie. He wants to win my nerve and take me pass on him my virginity willingly. I will never love a writhe monstrosity like him, no subject what… but at least I can say that he could be worse.'

oscitance, she tightened the blankets around herself and rolled onto her side, her men to her rim as if in prayer, at last falling asleep to the smell of the bandages.



sis Olivia kneeled at her bed, praying for God to protect her from the horrible nightmare she had suffered the nighttime before. ambition or not, she didn't know if she could survive being raped like that again. Hopefully, after a unspoiled dark's sleep, she would regain her nerve and put her bookman back in their place. Certain she had secured her individual against wickedness, she climbed into bed and went to sleep. Xavier soon retrieved her for another night of fun.



Helena zoomed through the water of the shoal pool, passing by her fellow bookman like they were hot dog swimming for the first sentence. Her task for the day was to keep an eye on another porno and masturbate to it. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had to remind herself that it could always be spoiled. Besides, unlike the ropes, that DVD thespian stashed in her book bag wasn't hindering her movements in the pool. She had managed to convince the coach that swimming wouldn't agitate her"wounded"hand, and her burns or ointment wouldn't contaminate the pee. Having slept well through the night and now enjoying one of her preferred hobbies, she at net felt like things were right in the world.

Two rows down, Daphne was watching her with truly indescribable furor. Of all mass, why did Xavier deliver to pick capital of Montana to be his queer ? ! ‘ She doesn't deserve it, that uptight bitch ! He already fucked me and gave me his king ! I should be the one he marries ! Me ! ME ! I should be his queen ! That zealot snatch should just shake off dead !'



The class soon ended, with all of the young lady herding back to the locker room to shower off and get dressed. Daphne was the last to go in, her eye lit with bloodlust. All of the former scholar had already left, but with only a subject field anteroom after this, capital of Montana was allowing herself to enjoy the shower and thoroughly lap off the chlorine.

"Hey !"

capital of Montana turned around and Daphne slammed her against the wall, squeezing her breast brutally hard. She cried out in pain and tried to push Daphne off her, both girlfriend naked.

"Ah ! What the hell are you doing ? !"

"stop away from Xavier, you bitch ! He's mine !"

capital of Montana's eyes widened."What did you just say ?"

"I'm going to be his female monarch, not you ! I'll show you what happens when you get in my way ! If Saint Francis Xavier hasn't popped your cherry, I'll jailbreak you in for him !"

daphne began working her fingers into capital of Montana, and at that mo, every jail cell in her physical structure seemed to line up, making her feel like she was made of Kevlar.

"Don't you dare extend to me ! Don't you ever touch me !"

Pulling back her arm, she punched Daphne in the typeface as hard as she could, sending her sprawling back with a broken nozzle. Pushing off against the rampart, 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 incline to skirt Helena's punch.

Helena stood over her, cracking her knuckles."Of all the girls in this school to pick a fight with, you picked the incorrectly one."

daphne's eyes became black with unholy vitality."Right back at you."

She tackled Helena, knocking her to the slippery ground and sitting on top of her. Helena shifted her foreland to the side, barely dodging a downward biff. Daphne's clenched fist smashed the concrete trading floor like it was Styrofoam.

‘ Oh my god, she's not human ! What did Xavier do to make her like this ? !'

Grabbing her arm, Helena pushed against daphne's elbow to force her to seethe off to the slope. Helena got to her feet and spun around on the silky flooring to deliver a bitch to Daphne's jaw, sending her staggering out of the shower and crashing one of the benches. She stood up, her body rippling as the sorry power began to destabilise from her rage. Her face contorted, her dentition becoming like needles and her cheek disappearance. She sent her arm rocketing towards Helena, the branch stretching like rubber with claws at the tips of her fingers. capital of Montana ducked out of the way, gaining a large cut across the shoulder joint but otherwise avoiding damage.

With blood running down her dresser, she bolted up and charged towards Daphne. Any rule human would run or be perfectly petrified, but capital of Montana was too pissed off to feel anything but the wolfish desire to beat her opposition. She had known since the Nox Xavier enslaved her that she would have to fight a engagement like this someday, so there was no power point in feeling fear. Her intellect had become as concentrate as a laser, blocking out the pain in her shoulder and the absence of her dress. She saw only first step in Daphne's transforming physical structure and variable star in the locker room : slippery storey, hard storage locker, and work bench occupying space.

"You're not Xavier, but you'll do ! I'll purge this school of your infernal beingness !"

She sent her fist rocketing towards daphne and struck her in the eye.

The mutating girl shook off the injury."I'LL killing YOU, YOU STUPID CUNT !"

Grabbing Helena by the arm, she picked her up and tossed her at the nearby row of cesspit. Helena nearly blacked out from the wallop and could experience the mirrors shattering against her vertebral column. Daphne charged and delivered a wall-crunching poke, but avoiding the strike, Helena lashed out and slammed a handful of mirror shards into Daphne's facial expression, blinding her in one eye. Staggering back, Daphne gave an cold cry of pain, and taking advantage of the curtain raising, capital of Montana unleashed another barrage of poke, striking Daphne over and over again with her bleeding fists.

After the sixth punch, daphne swung her arm and delivered five cutting off across Helena's venter, almost cryptic enough to rip give her torso cavity. This was an injury that Helena could not cut, 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 footlocker. The metallic element crumpled easily against her body, but Helena was spitting up blood when she hit the earth. One of the lockers opened up and something fell out, landing on her back and making her wince in pain. postponement, it was a floor hockey clubhouse !

opinion her second flatus coming on, Helena got to her foundation with the baseball club in her paw. daphne lunged with a grotesque scream, but Helena knocked aside her mutating arm and struck her upside the head with the nightclub, hitting her so hard that the hooked end broke off. Undeterred, capital of Montana spun the broken end around in her bridge player and stabbed Daphne in the side of the neck with the broken end. A bitch to the stomach sent the she-beast vertebral column, but the lesion inflicted were meaning LE and less with each passing second as the darkness within her cover to twist around her eubstance into an abomination.

screech like a banshee, Daphne leapt across the room towards Helena, but before she could deliver her work stoppage, an invisible power slammed her against the wall with enough violence to smash half her frame. Xavier was standing in the threshold of the storage locker room, his pelage now a curtain of black flames surging around him.

"Daphne !"he snarled.

He strode over to her, the poor retch raising a mitt and begging him to mercy. His eyes dark with pitilessness, he kicked her arm aside and began stomping on her."How dare you lay so much as a finger on her ? ! I warned you ! I told you what she meant to me ! A overzealous bitch like you isn't worthy to be my servant !"

The black flames around him then vanished as Helena tackled him, clutching his arm for support while in her injured 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 offend 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 !"

Saint Francis Xavier sighed."As you wish."

He snapped his fingers and Daphne's torso began to return to normal, the dark mogul he had given her stabilizing while he healed her eubstance. 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 unutterable madness."Yeah, well, even you can't always get what you want, especially when you pull shit like this !"



Swallowing her pride, capital of Montana reluctantly allowed Xavier to heal her, at which point, she got dressed and left the locker room without so practically as a glance or word to him. Having told capital of Montana he wouldn't kill Daphne, he gave her one last chance and allowed her to summarize being his servant. For the next few twenty-four hour period, matter continued on like this. daphne continued on causing hassle around the schoolhouse and around Thane, and Helena performed every run Xavier assigned her, though he did return her the gift of space.



Standing at his desk in his dorm way, Thane looked through the one C of pictures he had taken, collecting all of the pellet with the darkness figure. Ever since he had started photographing the school day, a lot of accidents had been occurring, and there was pile of variance among the dupe and the localisation. One dawning, an elementary school day student could accidentally lose a finger to the theme cutter, and in that same good afternoon, a college scholar could fall off a run in the university library. The largest portion of victims was the high school students, and those accidents often occurred when he was nearby.

‘ I can't accept this as coincidence. This being must be aware that I am looking for it and is trying to gain me chase it. But if I wonder if they know how fill up they've allowed me to get.'

He again looked through the photographs of the entity. Since every picture only displayed a black public figure, Thane had begun trying to take mental picture of every scene before taking the genuine pic. With all the photo he took and the job of crowd, it was following to unimaginable to remember individual faces, but one thing he had at least accomplished was memorizing the uniforms. He remembered there being a female bookman standing in the spatial relation of the dark figure every time he took a pictorial matter, and even with the large allowance for error considering the fix in his memory, he was sure the physique was a girl.

But there was a problem with that. Half of the accident occurred between classes, when the hall of every building were flooded with pupil. The other one-half occurred randomly throughout the day, during grade. He was certain that this entity was masquerading as a female student, but what if it wasn't a student 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 form of demonic entity, new to him or at the very to the lowest degree more muscular than the variety he regularly dealt with, and could disguise itself as a student 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 clothing 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 lead to its finding. But there was another possibility. Just because classes were in progression didn't mean scholarly person were chained to their desks. In just the senior high school school edifice alone, there could be a one hundred student in the manse for lavatory breaks or misstep to the infirmary, not to mention no-show who skipped class all together.

He turned to a manilla paper envelope beside him, given to him by Father Hauser. It contained the attendance records for the last several days. Looking through it, he saw a public figure that caught his eye. She had been wanting or late quite often lately, many prison term when an accident took spot, and had even been the victim at one point, though for all he knew, she could hold done it to exclude herself from suspicion.

"Hmmm, Helena O'Connor. I think it's fourth dimension for you to give birth a talk with a few teachers."



"Helena, are you ok ? You look really sick."
The question was asked by one of her friends in the cafeteria during breakfast the succeeding morning. Helena was blushing, her external respiration was nimble, and her cause were tedious than usual."Yeah, I'm fine."
The reason for her condition was the trial of the day that Saint Francis Xavier had set up for her. Her step-in had some kind of curse on them that would make them vibrate with extreme volume against her twat, making her feel like she had a silenced phone hidden in her underwear and it was being called every arcminute. This continuous titillation was driving her crazy, making her wish she could affect herself and break that orgasmic threshold. Every meter she tried, her cotton scanty would turn like brand, keeping her finger's breadth out as if she were wearing a chastity bash. The stimulation was excruciating, too strong for her to simply ignore, but too sapless to trigger the coming she so desperately treasured.
‘ I'd give my right hand to be capable to masturbate right now. Oh God, what the Scheol is wrong with me ? !'

She looked around and spotted daphne a few board away. The two woman made eye touch and Helena could sense the bloodlust, as well as the reverence. If she did anything to Helena, anything at all, Xavier would kill her very slowly. capital of Montana also liked to conceive that she had shown daphne that even without some unholy powers, she was not someone who could be killed easily.



"Helena O'Connor, delight come to the Disciplinary Committee berth. Helena O'Connor, please issue forth to the Disciplinary Committee office."
The declaration of the intercom shook her from her bedazzle endeavor to focus. She was sitting in math class, not even bothering to pay tending to the instructor, but working to just maintain 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 longer, she was going to pass out.

‘ Goddammit, what now ?'

Grumbling in aggravator, she got up from her can and walked to the door, and as she passed him, she made eye contact with Xavier. It was one of the classes they shared. She could see a clear reaction in him, just from looking in his heart. He didn't appear alarmed or even occupy, but he was intrigued. He knew something was going on and he was eager to see what would happen. She could hear him talking to her, as if he was inside her skull. It was the choker, connecting them.

‘ Don't stray too far.'

audition him speak to her in this manner did not storm her. After the things she had seen and experienced, she just considered it another facial expression of this rivalry.



The walk to the disciplinary position was prospicient and unmanageable. Helena's legs felt like jelly, and she had to blockade at the bathroom to strip herself from the…"overflow"… of her undesirable arousal. She wondered what it was that the Disciplinary Committee wanted with her. She hadn't caused any trouble in the past tense few days, not since her fight with Daphne. Xavier had fixed up everything in the locker elbow room, so she was sure enough 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 mo she entered the room. The receptionist directed her to the meeting room. Before stepping inside, she took a deep breath and put all of her effort into ignoring the vibrating sensation between her legs and maintaining her calm. Inside, she found Fatherhood Brian, Father Hauser, and a non-Christian priest she didn't recognize. The furniture had all been removed but a single electric chair, set out for her.

"Uh, what's going on here ?"

"Helena, thank you for coming. Please, need a seat."

She shot Hauser a wary coup d'oeil."I think I'll stand."

Father-God Brian stepped forward."Helena, we know thing have been hard for you lately. kickoff there was the terrible incident with those boy, then your failing health, that incident with babe Olivia, and now that burning. We wanted to tell you that you aren't in trouble and that you can ask us for helper whenever you need it."

The unknown region priest extended his hired hand with a smiling. He wore a stole of the clergy."Ms. O'Connor, I'm Bishop Lord Nelson from the Vatican Palace, and Father Brian asked me to occur. He thought that a chemical group prayer would help oneself you raise your disembodied spirit and remind you that you have God's protection."

‘ Do they get laid ? Have they figured it out ?'“ Ok, if you want to."

The three priests stood around her and Bishop Nelson began to speak with Hauser and Brian repeating him."Lord God, from the teemingness of your clemency, enrich your handmaid and safeguard them. Strengthened by your blessing, may they always be thankful to you and bless you with unending joy. We ask this through messiah our Lord."

Helena stood between them, unsure of what she was supposed to do. For the first clip, she wished her pinch would trip. She needed something, anything, anything that they would notice. If they could invoke some kind of response from her collar, then they would know she needed real help.

"God Almighty, let the effect of your blessing remain with your faithful masses to give them new life and strength of spirit so that the mogul of your love will enable them to accomplish what is right and good. We ask this through Jesus our Lord."

They continued to beg, their vocalization growing in volume. capital of Montana couldn't tone anything as she listened to them. There was no lift up aesthesis or spectral release. She felt no unlike from before entering the room.

"Lord, may the blessing they hanker for be the strength of your faithful people, so that they will never be in difference of opinion with your will. May your blessing always propel them to devote thanks for your favors. We ask this through Christ our Lord."

‘ God, please rescue me from this evil. Protect me from the son of the fallen one and collapse me the strength to eliminate his evilness from this world,'She thought this to herself desperately, putting all her effort into reinforcing her faith. It was the exclusively thing she could do to campaign back against the doubt slowly seeping into her mind.

"Bless your people, Lord, who wait for the talent of your compassionateness. Grant that what they desire by your intake they may encounter through your good. 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 ? No, Xavier had proven that his powers worked even in the sign of the zodiac of God. Did she need someone higher in the church ? The pope himself ? Or was it potential that no human could help her ?

"Lord, we, your mass, pray for the gift of your holy blessing to ward off every harm and to wreak to fulfillment every right field desire."

Wait, she could palpate something. Her pinch was beginning to warm around her throat. Was it visible ? Would they see it ? She wanted to speak out and warn them, but she was left mute.

"May God, who is blessed above all, sign us in all affair through Jesus, so that whatever happens in our life sentence will work together for our good. We ask this through Christ our Creator. Amen."

In the waiting expanse, Thane struggled to stand up, feeling like he had just been stabbed through the warmness with an icicle. Something was there, darker than anything he had ever encountered. Helena too realized that something was in that room with them. Time seemed to induce stopped, the three priests frozen in position. She could feel him behind her, Xavier, but he was different from before. The air in the way pulsed from the stretch of two great wings. He lowered his expression and sniffed her fountainhead the way an animate being would, lifting up half of her hair's-breadth from the sinewy inhale. She was standing in his shadow, eclipsed, her heart beating wildly in her chest. A hand closed around her arm, massive and scurfy, but also gentle with its movements. His early hand gently wrapped around her throat with claws being trail across her skin, sharper than razors but not leaving even the smallest scraping. He wasn't holding her neck to strangulate 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."

Turning around, she rushed out of the coming together room. Passing through the waiting area, she glanced at Thane. The aspect on his face told her everything. He could see it now without the television camera, the massive shadow burning at the stake behind her, the two red eyes gleaming within the swarthiness, and the powerful hired hand resting on her shoulder joint. The bit she was gone, he staggered into the get together room.

"So ? What did you sense ? Is she the one ?"Church Father Brian asked.

Thane swallowed the lump in his throat."We're out of our league."



capital of Montana lay in bed, waiting for eternal sleep to follow but knowing it wouldn't. It was almost midnight and the oscillation between her peg had not stopped. Was Xavier punishing her ? Was she going to receive to go the entirely night with her kitty basting itself ? She just wished she could touch herself, insert her fingers and break through the final exam roadblock holding her back from cumming. She was clawing at her pantie, 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 place, almost crying in relief. Finally she could—

A bridge player closed around her radiocarpal joint, as in the wink of an eye, Xavier appeared in her bed. He was beneath the covers with her, naked with his body pressed to hers. She could palpate his erect humanness pressed to her rear and she wanted to shout 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 several minutes, she pushed against him, trying to fail devoid of his grasp, but his clutch on her was like a squid's. She screamed and fought against him, hoping that somebody would hear and amount help, but Sophie never even woke up. As usual, Xavier was using his powers to contain the effort of audio. Against all her fear and her madness, her consistence was weak from the tiring day and her strength at finale left her. Panting and drenched in sweat, she tried to hold in her tears while Xavier kissed her shoulder and neck, holding her in the spoon position.

"I'm serious, I wanted to amount see you. After the day you had, I knew you were desperate to consume an sexual climax, so I thought I would amount and conduct responsibility as your master."

He slid his hands into her step-in and began massaging her oiled labia, now sensitive beyond cadence. Helena again tried to break spare, screaming at the top of her lungs, but in seconds, she was again still. She could only cry silently as he ran his finger through her. She was so miserable that she couldn't even describe it, physically ill with frustration, humiliation, anger, and weakness. But what infuriated her to a greater extent than anything was how good it felt, every stroke of his finger's breadth feeling like the rays of the spring sun after a brutal winter. Her exhausted body was submitting to him, her mind ineffectual to deny the pleasance he was invoking. In the darkness, she blushed from his speck, her tearful snuff becoming knickers of arousal. In the arms of the man she loathed Sir Thomas More than anyone on world, her back pressed against his pectus, she found herself feeling joy, not just physical, but dare she say… emotional. After a minute, Xavier stopped, and Helena had to bite her lingua to arrest herself from begging him to maintain going.

"Can you feel it ? The bliss permeating your soma ? Your eubstance is learning to require pleasure from the mite of its master."

"You're not my victor, you'll never be my master !"

"Why do you go on to press against me ? I am the only true up force in this world. Let me be the anchor for your soul. Admit your feelings and this nightmare will end. The pain you feel is brought on by your refusal to accept the delight you feel."

"What happened in the Disciplinary Committee business office ? They were trying to bless me, why didn't it work ?"

"Oh please, you really thought three foolish men could break in our bond ? Your bible is nothing to a greater extent than antediluvian storey rewritten over and over, your crosse are admonisher of Christ's agony and death at the custody of humanity, your"holy water"is mortal men claiming to be blessed with the power of God, your prayers of sacrament are less good than the notes in fortune biscuit, and your church building are hutch of wasted money where people congregate like hypocrites. God isn't here. There is no holy power in this city or this world. The men you look up to, the men you idolize, they are nothing more than mug deluded into believing they have been blessed with the magnate of the Godhead.

Haven't you realized by now that your religion is just a parody of itself ? Even your Sacred keepsake are self-defeating. The Lance of Longinus, the mainsheet of Turin, the Nails of Helena, the True crossing, the Crown of pricker, and the Holy Sangraal are all just keepsake of your savior's wretched luck. No one in the world can facilitate 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 orgasm. She was silent as the euphoria flooded her, hating herself for cumming by his paw. He was the Antichrist, her enemy, and he had just taken vantage of her woman and used her own physical structure against her.

"I'll never let you break me."

"Oh, my darling ice queen, I don't have to break you…"He pulled his digit gratis and then jammed them in her mouth, forcing her to try her own feminine gist."You're already melting."





Chapter 8



As usual, capital of Montana's friends all noted the sudden lack of animation on her face. She had been fine recently, but today, it was embarrassment that had left her despondent. The previous night, Xavier had snuck into her way and molested her until she climaxed. The man she hated More than anything else on the planet had invoked unspeakable pleasure in her. Even risky was when he jammed his fingerbreadth in her mouth, forcing her to sample her feminine essence. It made her want to cast off up in revulsion, not from the taste, but from the iniquitous knowledge of what is was. But she was also terrified, as the menu Xavier had left her was white. Was there no trial for her today ? If there wasn't, did that mean he was going to restart raping Sophie at night ? She looked at her friend, terrified of what new horrors awaited her.



Sophie's footsteps were the sole audio in the dorm. She was on her way to stratum, third period. She was in soundly John Barleycorn, and aside from her worrying about Helena and her stagnant mood, all was veracious with the humans. No warning was given and no mien was sensed when the hand grabbed her nerve and the arm wrapped around her waist. It took her a moment to actually process what was going on, at which point she screamed as loud as she could through the stranger's hand.

"Oh make up down, you act like this is the outset time I ever had my way with you. Time for the next stage of the game."

She didn't recognize the voice speaking in her ear. It was deep and dry, yet somehow diffused like a whisper. The voice was almost cold and it made her tactile property like her skeleton was made of ice. Who the Scheol was holding her ? The answer came with a rush of searing pain, as if her neck was being sprayed with a blowtorch. From that branding, a tempest of retentivity overtook her, with hr of repulsion being snatched from the duskiness and played out for her in a single moment. All the multiplication she had been raped, she was now remembering, and the face of her tormentor was now vindicated as day.

Xavier dropped to her the floor with the roach of sixes smoldering on the side of her neck where he had licked her. Sophie vomited on the ecru roofing tile, purging herself of her half-eaten breakfast. It was all she could do as her soul was stabbed with the returning computer memory of her ongoing sexual assault. The aerial leash now spinning around her neck had broken the sealskin on her mind, and with it, her body regained all of the scratch from Xavier's overrefinement that he had mended.

He pulled on her trine, dragging her over to him."I told you before that you are nothing but my cum dumpster, a toy for me to use and abuse as a great deal as I want. You need to carry out your role."

He snapped his finger, wrapping the two of them in a weather sheet of darkness and teleporting them to Sophie's room. Once there, he threw her on the bed and began tearing away at her wearing apparel. Sophie struggled against him, her fount buried in her pillow as it had been meter and metre again when he assaulted her.

"No ! Please ! Please don't rape me !"

He laughed and handcuffed her to the headboard, finishing by tearing away the last 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 holy terror in your eyes with perfect clarity. If I remember correctly, it was sodomy that made you cum the hardest."

He moved his attention from her breasts and began striking her ass until handprints had been worn into her lily-white skin. Sophie cried and begged him to be merciful, but her tearful pleading just excited Xavier further. No subject how loud she screamed, her words and the auditory sensation of him smacking her would never be heard. Wanting to push back her even screwball, Xavier wetted his fingers in her mouth and used her spittle as lubricant, pushing them into her asshole. She cried out as his fingers penetrated her, slipping through her vindication no matter how concentrated she clenched. This was not the low gear time he had violated her anally ; she knew that now, but the fact that he was able to do it to her made her sob in shame.

"My, my, you're so tight. It seems I'll have to commence training you to be a soundly ass striver. Let's see how many fingers I can get in."

One at a clip, he slipped in the digits while thrusting with his arm, trying to force them in as rich as he could. Sophie shrieked, continuing to beg him to barricade. Her pleading simply convinced him to keep going and to fit in more finger's breadth. He was ineffective to go in past his knuckles, but he was able to squeeze in all five digit and slide them inside her easily. She put all of her persuasiveness into her rectal musculus, clenching to try and keep him out, but no measure of force could give up him. He waited for her to pall herself out, her whoreson finally becoming liberal and awaiting what was to add up. Just as he had done to Helena the night before, he jammed his fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste the sinful flavor of her ass.

"Don't worry, I know that you were on your way to class. I'll make this quick. You can just shrug off being late."

public exposure 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 base, taking a moment to admire the sight of his victim's mother fucker forming a perfect sealing wax around his humanity."I don't know why you insist on outcry, this isn't the first fourth dimension I've used your backward door."

He leaned over, holding himself up with his arms as if doing pushups. Bobbing his lower body, he began slamming himself into her without clemency, punishing her asshole with his turncock, each drive being delivered with his full weight. Sophie continued to cry and squall in bother, feeling like she was going to get rive open any minute. She was remembering the other meter he had sodomized her like this, the plastered memories overlapping and perfectly replicating the awful sensations Xavier was inflicting on her. Every time he drove into her, she could feel a pulse ripple through her pelvic region, with undeniable pleasure beginning to bubble within her. This anal assault was suffering, but it was invoking a physiological reaction in her, one that refused to obey her will and evaporate.

Xavier could smell it and pulled her whisker."Go ahead and cum. You love getting raped in your arsehole, don't you ?"

"No ! No ! please cease !"

"Not until you cum. You can't leave until you have an orgasm ! Come on, say it !"

Whether it was the consequence of his king or just some twisted reaction to her situation, the floodgate opened for Sophie after just a yoke minute of arc. She screamed into her pillow, soaking it with her bust of humiliation."Oh God ! I'm cumming ! I'm cumming from my ass !"

Saint Francis Xavier grinned as she felt her tighten down on his pecker, refusing to let him go. Her totally physical structure was trembling as an almost masochistic euphory was flushed through her system. No longer needing to admit back, Xavier emptied himself into her, filling her son of a bitch with semen. He pulled out of her and replaced his cock with a butt plug, the toy seemingly appearing in his hand out of flimsy air.

"There, now it won't leak out of you. Don't even try to pull that out, only your professional can remove it. Do you understand ? reply, slave !"

Her face puffy and red from crying, Sophie nodded."I understand."

Xavier snapped his fingers and they were teleported back to the hallway, their wearing apparel returning to their consistency. Sophie had a perfectly expression her in her oculus, with her anus sore from the ravishment and the sex toy still inside her.

"From this level forward, consider yourself my prop. 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 defeat them, I'll make you watch, and then I will violate you on top of their butchered carcass. Your instructor, your friends, your family… I'll slaughter them in front of you and then make them up for our dinner. Do you understand ?"Sophie nodded, unable to look him in the eye or even speak."trade good, then get to class, because if you aren't there in five mo, I'll have to torture you."

She slowly got to her ft and began to limp away. Xavier stormed over and grabbed her knocker from behind, squeezing it with cruel strong suit and making her cry out."You forgot to bow, a striver is supposed to bow when leaving their master."



Sophie stepped into family, social Studies with baby Olivia. She didn't have this class with Helena or Xavier, a belittled thanksgiving in this new nether region she found herself in. There was no question that Helena would be able to see that something wasn't right field, and if she started asking dubiousness, it would put her in peril. Normally, being tardy would terrify Sophie, as Sister Olivia would work over any nonattender in front of the socio-economic class. However, neither cleaning woman was in their usual land of mind.

While Sophie was trying to recover from the violation just bit ago, Sister Olivia was traumatized by her continuing"nightmare ”. It felt so real, she almost thought that she was still dreaming, as the lack of the combat injury inflicted on her made her almost motion reality.



The previous night :

Sister Olivia hung in the university church, her wrists bound above her head and with a gag in her mouth. She was sobbing as Xavier threw the needle, striking one of the underage insistency points in the side of her thigh. He walked in circles around her, creating needle out of thin air and throwing them with pinpoint accuracy. They were striking nerves and pressure points and sending currents of electrical energy through her body. It was a contour of acupuncture, but with the maximum amount of pain being inflicted. He had paid spare attention to her erogenous geographical zone, with her labia and breasts looking like the rear 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 relieve suffering. Do you fuck how it works ? The acerate leaf used are so specialise, that when they are inserted, you feel almost no pain, or even the phonograph needle at all. However, the equipment casualty they inflict to the body is just enough for the release of endorphins, especially when they are used on the right places.

Now watch this. Nothing up my sleeves…"He balled his hand into a fist and blew into one slope, and from the other, a bundle of needles slid out."Magic !"

Moving behind her, he smiled and threw the tiny expressway, using his powers to guide them and strike all of the nerve bunch in her sticker. He snapped his finger and a crippling bolt of electrical energy cracked through the acerate leaf, shocking her with the power of a cattle spurring and making her scream until her vox was hoarse.

"Good, now lets see how well I can enter them under the skin…"



When lunch arrived, Sophie did her best to put on a braw expression and shroud her pain from her champion. She couldn't let them witness out about what Saint Francis Xavier had done to her or else he would kill them. It was difficult for her to sit down at the table with her friends, or anywhere for that matter, considering she still had the cigarette plug 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 friend, wishing to scream what was happening and beg her for assist, but she had to put on a grinning and ignore her nuisance."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 warning signal in Helena's mind.



Once tiffin came to an end, all the students stacked up their trays on tables by the exits and swarmed out for their side by side classes. In the horde was Thane, his mind on other thing. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. The priest had blessed capital of Montana but zero had happened because of it. The only when matter they had succeeded in doing was finding out that whatever was haunting her was beyond their force to fight.

He came to a block, frozen with a feeling of dread almost beyond his organic structure's ability to endure. Everyone around him was shoving to get out, but person had just passed by him, and that mien was enough to leave his philia struggling to stupefy. It was just like before, when capital of Montana had left the Disciplinary citizens committee's office and he saw that dark, and even earliest, back when he had that vision in the kitchen. His eubstance was screaming at him to run, telling him that he was a fuzz's comprehensiveness from doom, but he knew he could not let this opportunity outflow. He had to encounter out the source of this immorality.

Earning him the jinx of his gent students, he pushed everyone out of the way and charged into the crowd, following this feel of apprehensiveness. The students were pouring out into the grassy campus like a waterfall and spreading, but Thane could smell out the presence of the dark figure. He was dead ahead, a man this sentence. Maneuvering through the spreading gang, he ran across the quad, each soul he passed narrowing the selection of perpetrators. His eyes locked on to a prey, his soulfulness telling him he had found the source of this wickedness. It was a student, tall like him and dressed in the black coat of a priest. He was far ahead of the early students and had just ducked into the scientific discipline building. Thane sprinted after him, reaching the doorway the student had passed through and wrenching it open. Down at the end of a hall, he saw the student turn around the corner, just barely catching wad of the hems of his coat swishing behind him. How had he gotten down there so fast ?

Thane pushed the thought out of his thinker and continued running, his footsteps echoing through the hallway. The closing of a door drew him to a stairwell, telling him that the bookman was going to one of the upper grade. By the clip he set his foot on the lowest stair, the student was stepping off the high-pitched. The young exorcist sprinted up the stairs, feeling like his lungs were filled with gage from the exertion. Reaching the top tier, he looked down the hall, again spotting the figure turning a street corner at the end of the corridor. For several second, the Chase continued on like this. Every clock time Thane entered a stairway or hall, the pupil left it, and after his target stepped out of the scientific discipline building and into the nearby center school day, Thane could tell that the student knew he was being tailed. Regardless, he continued running, chasing this malign being all across the campus.

At last-place, 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 cold-blooded darkness in his eye and an pernicious grin on his face. Thane knew it was him, not because of everything that had happened until this import, but just from looking at him. If he were to meet this man at any other time or place and see him like this, he would get the same flavour 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 boldness to face."

Xavier's representative hit Thane like a puncher to the face, using his paranormal sensitivity against him. During exorcisms and investigating, he had heard the interpreter of devil, but this was a completely new level of iniquity. Regardless, Thane charged towards him, reaching into his pocket and drawing his rosary. He wrapped it around his hand like organization knuckles and then lunged forward to punch Xavier. Calmly, Saint Francis Xavier grabbed his radiocarpal joint and stopped him like a seatbelt. Thane screamed as the rosary melted on his script, the plastic and metal turning into molten muck and fusing to his fingers.

"Trying to perforate me with your rosary, I'll applaud you for your inventiveness and spirit. However, mere gaud and strong-arm attacks will never bring me down."

He forced Thane back, the untested exorciser gripping his burned manus, now stiff from the melted rosary solidifying on his skin.

"What the infernal region are you ?"

"I am the nightmare that has invoked fear in men like you for eons. The darkness is coming, soon to eclipse this public and allow all mankind to achieve death."

"Are… are you the Antichrist ?"

"The very Saami, and let me secernate you, Bob Hope has left you behind. There is nothing you can do to quit me. What can you, a mortal man, do against the son of the Devil ?"

"I can bring about a power far greater than my own !"Thane pulled a small Good Book out of his air hole and crossed himself."virtually brilliant Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the archangel, defend us in our battle against principalities and powers, against the rule of this world of darkness, against the spirits of darkness in the high places !"

Xavier began to express mirth."You think your Holy Writ can suffer me, boy ?"

"Come to the aid of men whom God has created to His
likeness and whom He has redeemed at a great price from the tyranny
of the Devil ! The sanctum Church venerates you as her guardian and
guardian ; to you, the Jehovah has entrusted the souls of the redeemed to be led into Heaven ! Pray therefore the God of repose to jam Satan beneath our
infantry, that he may no longer keep on men imprisoned and do injury to the Church ! tender our prayer to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us ; take delay of the firedrake, the old serpent, which is the devil and the Tempter, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the commonwealth !"

A visible twitch crossed Xavier's look, his grin disappearing.

"In the gens of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the archangel, of the Blessed Apostles putz and Paul and all the Saints ! And right in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to drive the attacks and deceit of the Devil ! God arises ; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him ! As sens is driven away, so are they driven ; as wax melting before the fire, so the revolting perish at the presence of God !"

Xavier vomited on the flooring with his dead body jerking violently."check it ! I ordering you to stop !"

"Behold the Cross of the nobleman, fly band of enemies ! The Lion of the kin of Juda, the materialization of David, hath conquered ! May Thy mercy, Jehovah, descend upon us ! As big as our Bob Hope in Thee ! We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean hard liquor, all satanic powers, all damned invader, all impish legion, forum, and sects !"

Black flames began to curl up around Saint Francis Xavier and his hide was peeling. He again threw up, this time producing a vile puddle of rip and black venom.

"In the figure and by the power of Our God Almighty Jesus Christ Christ, may you be snatched away and driven from the church service of God and from the soul made to the image and semblance of God and redeemed by the Precious profligate of the Divine Charles Lamb ! Most foxy serpent, you shall no more defy to lead astray the homo raceway, persecute the church, torment God 's elect and sift them as wheat ! The Most High God commands you, He with whom, in your great insolence, you still take to be equate ! God who wants all men to be saved and to add up to the knowledge of the Sojourner Truth !"

blackness fender stretched from Xavier's back and claws grew from his fingertips. His cheeks and lips disappeared, revealing quarrel of acerate leaf teeth while his eyes became like ember. He lunged for Thane, screaming like a tabular array saw.

"Christ, God 's Word made anatomy, commands you ; He who to save our airstream outdone through your invidia, humbled Himself, becoming obedient even unto death ; He who has built His church service on the house rock and declared that the Bill Gates of inferno shall not prevail against Her, because He will brood with Her all years even to the end of the world ! The hallowed Sign of the Cross commands you, as does also the ability of the mysteries of the Christian religious belief ! The brilliant female parent of God, the Virgo Mary, commands you ; she who by her humility and from the initiatory moment of her Immaculate Conception crushed your proud head ! The faith of the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, and of the other Apostles commands you ! The blood of the Martyrs and the pious intercession of all the Saints command you !"

His hook inches from Thane's face, Xavier was brought to a stoppage as if caught in a spider's web. The black-market fire surging from his anatomy was now an inferno, eating away at him.

"Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every person believing in Him might not perish but have liveliness everlasting ; kibosh deceiving man creatures and pouring out to them the poisonous substance of aeonian eternal damnation ; stop harming the Church and hindering her shore leave !

Begone, Prince of Darkness, inventor and master key of all deceit, enemy of man 's salvation !"He slammed the bible shut and held it above his mind."AAAAAMMMMEEEEENNNN !"

Xavier was thrown back, consumed in a twisting maw of fire, howling in suffering. Thane could no longer see him, but in mo, the flames disappeared, and a charred body fell to the primer coat, unmoving. The young exorcist fell to his knee joint, gasping for air from the monumental 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 struggle was over. The schooling was finally safety. It was time to overspread the news.

He turned around but came to a dead full stop, his heart dropping into his stomach as a nighttime joke echoed through the cafeteria. He looked back and his imagination was blocked off, Xavier grabbing him by the face and then holding him off the ground. From that connection, a wave of unspeakable agony swept through him, with every unmarried nerve ending being stabbed with hot branding iron. He could feel his bones breaking, his flesh being peeled away, his sinew shredded, and his organ being torn from his body. At the same meter, he felt vicious contaminate his judgement, with visions of suffering and repulsion spreading through his psyche like ink through water. Every memory he had was being overwritten, scenes of torture and agony being stamped onto the mental photographs.

Xavier let him go, dropping him to the floor with a circle of hexad burned into his os frontale, smoking but soon vanishing. He stood unscathed, laughing."You humans entertain me to no end with your arrogance. You think that by shouting some words, you can wield the power of God ? That you can rain down His judgment down upon me ? That you, somebody men, have the ability to vote out a daemon like me ? Nothing you ever do will be able to end me. I'm the son of the Devil and a living human ; do you know what means ? My fiend half protects me from all thing physical, while my human half protects me from the ethereal. Whether it is a nuclear projectile or the light of nirvana, I am indestructible.

I will hand you credit, though. It is the willpower of the exorciser that allows the dispossession to take space. Their religious belief is turned into a spiritual weapon system against the wickedness spirit, a symbol for their will to be shaped into and used against the demon, but God or his angels have nothing to do with it. You should be proud of yourself ; I haven't seen a prodigy like you in centuries. You could consume forced out five devil at once under formula circumstances. Too bad for you, I'm no ordinary demon."

Thane didn't respond. The anguish Saint Francis Xavier had put him through had robbed him of the use of his body.

"William Tell you what, you're too interesting for me to simply throw out of. Let's make matter fun. I'll give you the opportunity to find out a way to vote out me. Who knows, maybe I'm wrong and there is something in this existence that can bring me down once and for all. I'll give you one crack to find that clink in my armour, but here's the pinch : you have to do it without telling anyone who I am until you actually pee-pee your move. You can't credit me as the Antichrist or even by gens and then get together with others on how to vote down me. Until we meet again for our final showdown, you will be on your own.

goodness luck."

Continuing to laugh to himself, Xavier walked away, leaving Thane to kneel there with his idea 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 hallway."Excuse me ?"

"Did you do anything to Sophie ? She doesn't flavour 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 reinstate her memories ? You didn't leave a task for me today."

"No, I didn't do anything to her. As for your task, I've actually ran out melodic theme, which is sort of embarrassing for me. Relax, I just found some new toy to play with."

"You're despicable,"she hissed.

"And yet you speak to me with much more ease than before. Your posture, your crossed weapons system, that riled scowl, and especially your tone tell me that you've become used to having me around. You accused me of raping your friend, but you spoke to me like I was just some mischief-maker, 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 feel relieved and even happy when you see me."

Helena's trunk tensed up from his tantalization."In your dreams ! You're delusional !"She stormed off, but stopped after a few steps. She spoke with her back to him."So you really didn't touch her ?"

Saint Francis Xavier sighed and continued writing in his planner."No, I didn't do anything. Relax, you can believe me. But hold on, I have a proposition for you."

She turned back to him."Let me guess, another raceway in the pool or something like that ?"

"No, nothing to win or lose. Fight me."

"What ?"

"I knew that you had a record of beating up punks and sinners, but I was amazed by how well you handled Daphne when she went berserk. I want to see what you can do. So how about we spar a trivial, just for fun ? Think of it as a chance to punch me in the face like you've always wanted."

For once, Helena actually smiled at Xavier's words."Where and when ?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. You still have that card, right ? That will narrate you."

She shot him a smirk."I'll make you regret this."

She walked away, and once she left, Xavier closed his Word and tucked it away in his pocket. He strode down the mansion house and made a turn, smiling at the sight before him. Sophie was leaning in the nearby corner, panting and flushed in aguish. She hadn't heard the conversation between him and Helena.

Seeing her rapist made her whimper with fearful teardrop rolling down her brass, but she worked up the braveness to verbalize."Please, take it out, I'm begging you. I really have to use the bathroom."

Saint Francis Xavier chuckled and walk 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 rent and clutched herself, trying to facilitate the nuisance in her gut."Why are you doing this ?"

Xavier grabbed her brass and laughed while licking the tears off her boldness."Because you're my property and I can do whatever I want to you. Now, should I just take this opportunity to animalize your slutty pussy and leave you to meet an exploding gut, or are you going to act like a good hard worker and heed your mode ?"

He let go of her and she slowly got down onto her knee joint."Master, I'm begging you, please take it out of me."

"I'll do it if you suck my cock."Sophie looked up at him with reinvigorated tear but did not pass up. Saint Francis Xavier unfastened his trouser and revealed his dick, the prick he had used to ruin her life story."Come on, put it in your rima oris and suck on it like a big lollipop. Or should I just leave you here to die on the floor from an intestinal block ?"

Crying, Sophie leaned forward and let his humanness playground slide into her mouth. Normally, it would have taken a lot of mental preparation to do something like this, but she could now remember all the multiplication Saint Francis Xavier had skull-fucked her when she was tied to the bed. This was zip new. Her nous slowly bobbed back and Forth River as she used her tongue to massage the muscular rod dirtying her lip.

"That's a good slave. You're learning your place. But you're going much too slow."

Xavier grabbed her head and began violently thrusting into her mouth, skull-fucking her yet again with the mind of his cock knocking against the back of her throat. Dry heaving from her stung gag reflex, she tried to pull away, but Xavier held her still as he used her head as a fleshlight. After a few minutes, he came, emptying all of his reserves into her throat and forcing her to swallow it all. He let go of her and she immediately threw up, her body at final stage capable to obey its gag reflex.

"That will have to do, very well."Xavier snapped his finger's breadth and the butt male plug in Sophie vanished, making her tingle in relief. She was about to hurry out and find the nearest toilet, but he stopped her."Hold on, look at the plenty 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 secondment, but knowing that begging wouldn't accomplish anything, she reluctantly lowered her head to the floor.



It was Friday morning, and Saint Francis Xavier was standing with Lily outside of the math building. She looked uneasy and was fiddling with her skirt.

"It doesn't hurt, does it ?"

"No, it just feels weird. And… kind of wrong."

"wellspring I thought that today would be a good opportunity for you to get accustomed to it. I can't waiting to see you in it tomorrow, I've been looking forward to our day of the month all week."

Seeing his grin, Lily's unease waned and she gave him a diminished smile."Yeah… me too."

Checking to score sure no one would see them, Xavier leaned down and gave her a long and tender kiss, practically making the humble girl melt in his arms.

"Oh, and tomorrow, I'll have another introduce for you. I'll give you a hint, it comes in a small box, it's shiny, and it's the kind of thing a girl like you should be able-bodied to wear and show off."

Her expression lit up as fantasies of jewelry flashed through her mortal."I can't postponement ! Ok, so I'll meet you tomorrow morning at 10:00."

Lily then gave him a kiss and walked away. She entered the building and Saint Francis Xavier watched her through the pocket-size windows in the front door. The hallway was crowded, perfect for his sadistic hunger. He snapped his fingerbreadth and an unseeable bind momentarily laced around her substructure. She yelped, thinking she had tripped over her own animal foot. She fell awkwardly, with her butt in the air, and as"luck"would have it, her dame flipped up and revealed her ass, covered only with a black thong. Seeing the racy underclothes, everyone in the Asaph Hall spontaneously erupted into taunting laughter, with Lily immediately bursting into tears and trying to embrace herself up.

Walking away, an musical theme popped into Xavier's question. He closed his eye for a few import and then opened them. On the other side of campus, capital of Montana's collar activated. As calm as if she had just received a text from a friend, she reached into her bag and pulled out the card, finding a new message on it.

meet ME AT THE third base grooming ROOM AT MIDNIGHT

article of clothing SOMETHING YOU CAN battle IN



It took a little bit longer than usual for Sophie to devolve asleep, but once capital of Montana heard her snore, she quietly got out of bed and got dressed in her path lawsuit. Sneaking out at dark was becoming unnervingly easy for her. She left her dormitory room and made her way to the lyceum, climbing up to the back floor to the multipurpose suite. The start two were being used to hold back exercising equipment, while the next three were used for groups like the fencing material club, the wrestling squad, etc. Helena entered the one-third room and found Xavier there. He had changed out of his usual outfit and was wearing a couple of informal pants like her running consistent and a wife-beater, but no shoes. He was looking out the windowpane, using the sparkle of the night sky and Rome to dimly illuminate the elbow room. Helena stopped, having forgotten how hefty he was.

Shaking aside those traitorous mentation, she approached him and he smiled."I bet you've been waiting for this since the day we met. I'm afraid I may give to break my promise about not hurting you, but don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Helena laughed off the tease and pulled off her shoes, not wanting to ruin the cushioned story."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 face. Never losing his grinning, he deflected her onrush, grabbed her shoulder, and sent her tumbling to the floor. Not giving up, she lashed up and wrapped her legs around his neck. Xavier wrenched his head justify and then tossed her back across the flooring. She stood up, facing Xavier with resolute eyes.

"trade good, very safe. Not only are you a natural at this, you've clearly been well trained. point me more."

Answering his challenge, she charged forward as fast as she could and jumped into forward somerset, bringing her human foot careening towards his capitulum like a maul. He blocked her kick and knocked her to the side, giving her the opportunity to spin around while still on her forefront and try for a recoil to the side. Xavier dodged the attack and she used the rotational momentum to bring down her peg to try for a slam at his feet. Again Xavier dodged, as well as the coming punch when Helena got back to her understructure. From there, she began hurling punches and kicks as fast as her body would allow, but he always blocked or deflected her approach and countered with a few bump of his own.

capital of Montana staggered back, feeling the contusion from his strikes already forming. He was commodity, really salutary, possibly better than the warlike arts teacher at the school. Her breathing ponderous, she pulled off the light sweatshirt of her running uniform, revealing the black armoured combat vehicle top underneath. She sighed in backup, feeling her sweat evaporating on contact with the cool night air. Xavier shot her a glance, telling her that he liked what he saw. Normally this would revolt her or have her feel stymy, but she was too gamey on adrenaline and endorphins to not give a smile of confidence. She could assure just from his front and the posture of his smasher that he wasn't using any of his might, meaning that he was fighting her only as a human being, and if he was just a homo, then there was always a chance for her to win.

Her eyes practically glowing with determination, she again pounced on Xavier. She unleashed another barrage of attack, moving herself with all the strength and skill she had. Like before, she was ineffective to put down any hit on him, but her eyes and reflexes had sharpened, allowing her to at to the lowest degree defend against his tap. Their crusade became perfectly fluid, every legal action being blocked as if choreographed for a romp while their speed continued to increase. She could see it on his look, the effort he was putting into this fight. Even if he was a effective paladin than her, he was putting everything he had into this, truly facing her on an even playing field.

Seeing an opening move, she lunged out to punch him and he caught her fist, but when he tried to mirror it, she did the Lapplander to him. They stood as expression, each pushing against each other. They were both giving beast smile, having the proficient fight of their lives.

"That's it !"exclaimed Saint Francis Xavier."That's what I wanted to see ! The fiery righteousness in your eyes ! Fight harder ! Show me your beautiful soul ! Your potent spunk !"

Helena pulled away from him and tried to deliver a roundhouse kick, but he caught her foot and shoved her back. Regaining her residual, she charged towards him. Xavier held out his hands, and in his grip, two saber materialized. He tossed one to Helena, who caught it as she pounced, spun around, and lashed out with the blade as if she had expected it from the very beginning. arc flew off the colliding edges as they stared each other down.

"You knew I was in the fencing club ?"

"No, I just thought I should teach you while I was here. I want my queen to be an expert at sword fighting."

"As if !"

Disengaging, Helena crouched down and tried to deliver a slash to Xavier's leg, but he jumped back over the blade and then charged. They collided with various shower of sparks flying off in a fraction of a second before he passed by her. Helena fell to her knee, having received half a twelve shallow cold shoulder across her body. Xavier was so fast ; she had barely seen his bang and didn't even palpate the excision until he had already disengaged. But she was also gallant, hearing the dripping roue from the tenacious cut she had left on his chest. She got back to her foot and turned to him. They both faced each early, panting like dogs with bloody blades and dead body, but both smiling.

Gathering together their forcefulness, they charged.



Helena collapsed, more deplete than ever in her life and covered nous to toe in bruises and baseball swing. The floor had been painted with blood splatters and littered with break-dance weapons, created by Xavier and used until snapping. He sat behind her, his back against hers. She knew she was supposed to hate him and knew she should have immediately moved away, but this time, that contact didn't bother her. The fight had not just drained her of strength, it helped her remedy a lot of the tenseness she had been carrying and at last vent-hole her hatred of Xavier, leaving her blissfully hollow out. For now, she had lost all of her anger towards him, and felt no discomfort from his jot. He was definitely in substantially condition than she was, but as the conflict had gone on, she had delivered plenty of bang. They sat there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breathing place while their cuts slowly clotted.

"What time is it ?"Helena asked.

Xavier glanced at the clock."A small bit after 2:00."

"Well it's a respectable thing tomorrow is Sabbatum. I get to sleep in. I really need it."

"Well if you ever want to campaign again, just tell me and we can— Helena ?"Xavier chuckled, realizing she had fallen asleep against him. He snapped his fingers, using his office to retrovert the elbow room to pristine condition. He then scooped her up and carried her out-of-door."seminal fluid on, let's get you to the shower bath and clean you off."



The hushing of the shower was the lone sound in the nighttime storage locker room. Kneeling on the storey, Xavier cradled Helena in the hot downpour. The two of them were naked, the blood from their fight being washed away. With a tender smile on his facial expression, an expression worn genuinely only a fistful of times in his life, Xavier used his hand as a face cloth to gently cancel away the blood and heal her wounds. He couldn't remember the live clip he had experienced something so blissful. He had spent his lifespan drawing entertainment from the suffering of others, but seeing the blissful look on Helena's face, so innocent and pristine, and holding her grade against his, not even in a sexual manner, but simply out of concern for her, it made him happy in a way he never knew possible.

Helena was mostly at peace from exhaustion, but a part of her persist awake and aware. She experienced only the physical sensations, while her emotions and opinion remained silent. She could palpate what was going on around her and what was happening to her torso, but her unruffled brain did not know who was with her and did not birth the sensory faculty to follow up any opinion like surprise or discomfort.

She had one spark in her creative thinker that held sentience beyond simple physical sensation, but it thought only of the desire for this import to never end. The flavour of the hot water supply on her naked body, of being held in person's arms, of warm but gentle hands caressing her bare flesh ; it was blissful beyond password. Occasionally, she would open her centre just a paring, see Xavier's face, and fall back to sleep, so comfy in his bosom that everything negative between them, for those beautiful moments, seemed to unthaw away.

Finally, having healed and cleaned them both, Xavier gave a movie of his wrist and the shower turned off. But he remained there, holding capital of Montana, her naked consistence against his, the cooling water dripping from their skin. He brushed back a curl of her fuzz and smiled."You are so beautiful,"he murmured.

Slowly, he brought his face close to hers, their brim approaching. But just before that bail 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 bench, where there were some stacked towels. It was sentence to dry her off and put her to bed.



Saturday had arrived, meaning that today would be the couple's date. Lily was stirring uncomfortably in her chair at the outdoor café. When it had been discovered that she was wearing a thong, the nuns had brought down the wrath 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 frozen peas until her knee bled, and she would have to spell scripture for XXX hours. She wasn't even supposed to pull up stakes the school today ; she had detainment, but after everything that had happened, she needed this date 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 glad you're here."

"Of class I'm here."

He sat down on the other side of the table and bloodline drained from Lily's aspect as she saw the contusion on his. It looked like person had been using him as a punching bag.

"Saint Francis Xavier, what happened ?"

He gave a sad smile and pulled a small velvet box out of his pocket. He opened it up to let on a pair of earrings with small diamonds."Unfortunately, this gift is a farewell stage instead of a celebratory present. I'm sorry… but I can't stoppage at rosewood University anymore."

"What are you talking about ? What's going on ! ?"

"It was really pudding head of me, but I had to take up some money from a loan shark for all the dates and presents. I wanted to show you how important you are to me. He found me this aurora and shell me up because I couldn't pay him back. I was supposed to possess meter to wee-wee the money, but he came early, and he wanted way more than I could possibly pay back. He said that he would shoot down me the next time he saw me. The only choice I have is to get out Town so that he doesn't find me. Maybe I can get a job in some former town until I can pay him back, but he'll most likely kill me for running, even if I return."

"You… you did all that for me ?"

"Of course, because you're the most authoritative matter in the world to me and I wanted to make you smiling. Unfortunately, it seems that's not enough in this world."

Lily nearly knocked the tabular array over as she tackled him, sobbing into his shirt. Everyone around them watched in confusion.

"No ! You can't entrust me ! I'll do anything !"

"I'm sorry, but there is zilch you can do. The money is way too much to pay back in so short of time, and the one choice is…"

"What ? What is the alternative ?"

Xavier waited a import for speaking."Come on, let's not peach here."

He stood up and led Lily by the hand to the bowling alley by the café. Now with concealment, he took a deep breath 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 have sex with you."Lily's case paled and she felt her abdomen whirl itself into a naut mi."But this is something I can not allow. I could never let any man touch you, no matter what. I'd rather die than let that occur. My just two option are to let him obliterate me or lead forever. I just wanted to spend this stopping point day without before I said goodbye."

Lily tackled him, holding him with all the strength she had."I'll do it, if that's what it takes to preserve you in my life, 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 willing to give 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 tears dotting the top of his head.

"O-ok, I'll tell him I'll accept the deal. But please, don't ever forget that I love you."

They stayed like that for several moment, Lily relishing the impression of being in Xavier's embrace and listening to his tearful sniffs and hiccup. 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 girl can be this pathetic ! It's so easy ! It's just so get it on easy !'



Lily tried to put on a hardy brass as she looked in the mirror of the hotel room. She slowly put in the earrings from Xavier, hoping that they would give her posture. Her naked body was trembling from head to toe. She stepped into the bedroom, where Xavier was sitting in a chairperson in the corner by the window.

"Are you sure you want to do this ?"

"If it means you can stay on, 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 knocking came at the doorway and Xavier slowly answered it while Lily worked to gather up all her self-command. A turgid man stepped inside with an unshaven font. 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 commodity fuck and doesn't just lie there, yeah."He then looked at her, tiny but supple, shivering as if brushed with a cold breeze."Oh, you'll be perfect."

He walked over and grabbed her face, immediately jamming his knife into her sassing. She tried to pull away, but he held her still, making her suffer the violation and his putrid breath. This man wasn't a loan shark, just a unwashed piece of codswallop that Xavier had recruited. All he had to do was play the role and he'd get a pretty young teen to step. Pretending to look like he was about to have up from emphasis, Saint Francis Xavier took his backside and watched while the man licked every corner of Lily's backtalk.

He then forced her to her knees and unzipped his fly, letting his cock hang out."All right, get to work, girlie."

Lily looked back at Xavier, unsure of if she wanted confirmation, backing, or approving. Xavier just looked at her, feinting excited convulsion. Wiping away a tear, she turned back and grasped the man's tool. It smelled terrible, when was the net time he showered ? She stroked it a few time, swallowed her disgust, and then started blowing him. The man chuckled with his handwriting on her head as she put what Xavier had taught her to respectable use. After all the time she had sucked him, her small backtalk was the perfect pleasure electric receptacle. More than once, the man pulled his dick out and smeared it across her face, then put it in and held it against the back of her throat until her mouth was pouring saliva. She was used to it, even when he grabbed her head and skull-fucked her. Xavier had trained her perfectly.

The man stepped back, pulled off his wearing apparel, and then grabbed Lily. He tossed her onto the bed and pulled her over so that she was on her back with her head hanging off the mattress. Before she could energise herself, she resumed thrusting into her lip, this prison term with his glob slapping her in the face. She was crying in mortification, wondering why the world had to be so cruel and why she had to stand. Along with her tears, her face was grimy with a frothy salmagundi of come, saliva, and even some barf. Every time he pulled his gumshoe out, a large glob would hustle down her face and force her to keep her eyes shut.

After what felt like an timeless existence, he backed off, grabbed her, and turned her around. Wrenching apart her skinny legs, he pulled her over and began rubbing his slimy cock against her Whitney Young blossom. Lily again looked to Xavier, seeing the horror and dread in his middle.

‘ Please, don't flavour at me.'

She cried out as the man entered her, not from physical pain, but from the revulsion she felt from her body being violated by someone other than Saint Francis Xavier. It was just like when Daphne raped her, but even worse. For a man his size, his driving force were unusually quick, the speed almost reinforcing his cruelty and his impassivity to her suffering. Her tiny bosom jiggled with each slam, and she whimpered when he slapped them for his own entertainment.

"Say you love it !"Lily didn't response, she could only sob. He smacked her across the typeface."Say you love my turncock !"

"I love it ! I love your cock !"

After another few minutes, he changed position, forcing her onto her manus and knee. He got up on the bed with her and mounted her from behind, this meter pulling her haircloth when he fucked her. Lily's only comfort was looking to Saint Francis Xavier while the man brutalized her. The sound of his lap slapping against her parent end with each thrust sickened her, a continuous monitor of how she was being defiled. She felt like a disgusting prostitute, a patch of soulless heart and soul being used and abused. After several minutes, she had to ferment 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 sass of yours back to work."

Still holding her by her hair, he pulled her over and jammed his flaccid rooster into her mouth. The taste perception of his seminal fluid made her need to throw up, but she did her job and sucked him off until he was again hard.

"Time for you to do some oeuvre. 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 coxa, he began bucking his hips, making her bound on his lap. She continued to whine as his cock slammed the entrance to her uterus over and over, a compounding of her dropping weight unit and his upward thrusts. Her diminutive knocker refused to stop jiggling and her body was glistening with fret. Then she could palpate it.

‘ Oh no. No ! Anything but that !'

It was relentlessly building, her body refusing to obey her will. She looked at Xavier, hoping that seeing him would dedicate her the control she needed. The taken up look on his fount only made her finger worse.

"Xavier, don't facial expression at me !"Her whimpers turned into shrill whimper as she felt herself approaching the doorway."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 brim of her pussycat and across the bed sail. The man laughed in accomplishment and came soon after, emptying the last of himself into her. He pushed the sobbing Lily off him and got up. After getting coif, he turned to Xavier."You and I are square."

He then left, leaving Xavier and Lily, with the girl call in the fetal position.

"Saint Francis Xavier, I'm sorry ! I'm so sorry !"

In his judgment, Xavier was laughing at this new development. He looked at her with dead eyes and spoke with a very dry quality."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 cleanse every millimetre of her defiled womanhood. Once she had gotten herself as clean as potential and used up More than half a bar of max, she stepped out of the exhibitor and peaked around the bathroom threshold. Xavier had his case in his workforce and was shaking.

She walked over to him and kneeled down, clutching his legs."I'm so lamentable. I'm so, so sorry !"

Xavier refused to even wait at her."Glad to see you were enjoying yourself."

Fresh split began to roam down her cheeks."I swear, it didn't mean 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 read/write head. Desperate, Lily bent herself over the bed and spread her ass cheek."Please, this hole is still unspoilt. Please put your dear in me."

concealing his smile, Xavier stood up and revealed his erect manhood."Ok, maybe in time I can learn to forgive you."



‘ Almighty, what am I supposed to do now ?'

Father Hauser pondered this motion over and over again. He was sitting in his office, mulling over everything that had happened the early day with Helena. From what Thane had told him and Father Brian, not only had the approving failed, the force 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 fall up with an self-justification to not to assure 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 ? call back ! What did she tell me ? She said that there would be a war in a valley that would reveal the verity. No, wait, she said it would show the truth."Show the Truth ”. That just doesn't audio right. Even if she were scared, the words"break"and"accuracy"go together better than"show"and"truth ”. But if there really was some form of conceal message, maybe there is a grounds 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 pull back me to ? The valley… Jezreel Valley ! Megiddo ! The war that she foretold of was the one between Christ and the savage ! But if everyone in the schooling is in danger, then that means… Oh God… He's here.'

His nerve beating faster than ever in his biography, sire Hauser ran out of the role 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 instructor's building and nearly slammed himself against the receptionist's desk.

"I need the keys to one of the cars ! It's an emergency !"

His tone and the tone on his face left the young woman stunned and stammering."Uh… I uh… Ok… I just need you to sign out and—"

"For the erotic love of God, young lady ! I need that key now ! We're wasting too lots time !"

He rushed past her to the row of hooks where the keystone were kept and grabbed a set, then sprinting out of the edifice and into the nearby parking lot. Finding the university car with the same number as the key ring, he climbed inside and pulled out of the parking lot with the tyre screaming. He felt like he was going to get a heart attach. He zoomed across Eternal City, waiting to see the roof of the Vatican towering over the city. The Holy Padre had to be warned ! He had to be told that the Antichrist or even the devil himself had infiltrated the metropolis !

Approaching a busybodied street, he slammed his base on the brakes, again making the car squeal as he came to a stop. He waited for the visible light to change, with every tick of his watch sounding like a gunfire. The visible radiation 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 times to drop the transmission. He slammed his head against the steering bicycle and cursed over and over while the people behind him honked their horns. He didn't hear the screaming alfresco. He didn't see the truck rolling down the hill with the driver desperately stomping on the faulting. He didn't smell the blood of the person who had already been run over. He didn't sensory faculty the vibrations when it knocked against a car parked on the adjacent street and sent it flipping onto the sidewalk like a field hockey puck while continuing on its way towards the intersection.

He only felt the crash.





Chapter 9



The Jnr and aged social class were in the university church service, attending Lord's Day daybreak Robert William Service. Normally, Helena would be too distracted to concenter on the hymns she and everyone else was singing. After all, it was in this very church that Xavier had enslaved her, and nothing since then had worked against him. hate him as she did, she had to admit that he was aright about one matter : she was used to having him around. Unless they were sparring, he really had no intention of actually hurting her. He just seemed interested in practical jokes and mind biz. The exit of that uncertainty meant the red of a lot of her reverence. Now, at last, she could exact a cryptical breath and retrieve her calm. Enjoying the placidity of the moment, she opened herself up to feel God's have it away and let her anxiety evaporate away to the sound of her own voice.

Xavier wasn't there, as he was spending meter with Lily. Ever since he had tricked her into whoring herself out, she had become even more hooked on him, so he had to shape her neediness into an even stronger instinct to sacrifice herself and do whatever he asked her to. attendance to the church servicing wasn't mandatory, and scholarly person often skipped to pass sentence studying or working. Better he was gone ; capital of Montana could fully relax with the cognition that he wasn't watching her.

Towards the end of the Service, the priest giving the preaching cleared his throat."tyke, there is an important issue I must talk over with you. There was a wicked stroke yesterday and individual very dear to all of us is in critical condition and needs your prayers…"

The name and the details were given, and the bit the words struck Helena, her lungs ceased to function and her porcelain cheeks became wet with silent tears.



Xavier wandered the campus, alone and bored out of his brain. He had just had sex with Lily, so his lust was satiated. Should he kill some time torturing Sophie or some other lady friend ? Nah, he wasn't in the mood. He had already done all of his homework and he wasn't the kind of pupil that needed to study. There was cypher to do but aimlessly float across the green sea of the university quad.

"You son of a bitch !"

He turned his gaze from the sun to capital of Montana, 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 lick and bang that never landed."I'll putting to death you, you bastard ! How could you ? ! Of all multitude, how could you do that to him ? !"

scheme her flak, Xavier hummed in discombobulation. 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 give a slug towards his human face but he caught her carpus, staring at her with a stern look."capital of Montana, I honestly have no melodic theme what you're talking about."

Still crying, she tried to hit him with her other fist, but he caught her arm. She stood trap, feeling her intensity vanishing, but not because of any mogul Xavier possessed. She leaned against his thorax, wetting his shirt with her crying."Why ? Why did you have to do that to him ? He was like a Father-God to me !"

"Helena, I don't waste my meter hurting men. I'm shamefaced of a lot of things, but not what you're accusing me of. Now take a oceanic abyss intimation and tell me what's going on."

He let go of her and she fell to her knees, kneeling at his feet with her slender shoulders shaking. Her look was in her hired man, her tears dripping from between her fingers."Father Hauser was in a car accident yesterday. He's in a coma now and he'll never wake up because of the mastermind terms he suffered. The last time anyone saw him, he was frantic, screaming about some sort of emergency. He was heading in the way of the Vatican."

"He was one of the priests that performed that blessing on you, wasn't he ? He must feature figured something out and was trying to discourage the Pope. I won't lie and say that this isn't convenient for me considering what he might have wanted to order them, but I assure you that I didn't orchestrate that crash."capital of Montana 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…"

"wellspring then, let's go."

Xavier grasped her shoulder and the two disappeared in a pall of swarthiness. They reappeared in don Hauser's hospital room, Xavier having used his superpower to check the way of inhabitants before teleporting. They were alone, economize for the comatose priest. Helena looked around, shocked by the extent of his powers. Hauser was lying in bed, surrounded by machines monitoring his light pulse and keeping him breathing, as well as various flower vase. He was hooked up to an EEG, showing the near-silent mental capacity waves. Saint Francis Xavier helped Helena to her feet and turned her to the non-Christian priest. With bracing tears streaming from her eyes, she took small measure towards him and collapsed at his slope, clutching his hand and sobbing. For over a minute, Helena did not proceed, bring through for the trembles from her crying hiccough. Xavier simply stood there, watching her and using his mogul to soundproof the way so that they wouldn't be discovered. Finally he strode forward and pressed down on founding father Hauser's forehead for a few second base.

Helena looked up, her face lit with rage."Get away from him !"

Xavier pulled his handwriting away and the EEG seemed to double in the activity 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 fine. Other than some memory board passing, he won't have any problems. I reversed the brain scathe, but to avoid suspicion, it would be best to let his body heal on it's own. But, since I'm already here…"He poked forefather Hauser in the venter for a few second base."That tumor on his pancreas was just about to commence causing trouble."

"He'll… he'll really be ok ?"

"He'll need some physical therapy and may be on a cane for a patch, but he'll be back teaching before August."

For the instant time, Helena slumped to her knees, her trunk going wilted and losing all champion. 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 cognise how she would be capable to go on after everything that had happened with Xavier. But to remember, of all people, it would be Xavier to keep him and yield her back her one-time friend. For a mo, she found herself ineffectual to hate him, and she knew she had to say the words.

"Thank you."

Saint Francis Xavier walked over and put his hand 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."Come on, let's enjoy ourselves."



Helena followed him out of the hospital, her limb and back stiff with straitlaced tension."You're kidding, right ? You can't be serious."

"come on, you've been under a lot of strain lately. Let me evidence you a good time. See the sights."

"I've been under a lot of accent because of you ! And I've already seen the Amphitheatrum Flavium 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 fortune to get to know your enemy."

"But I hate you !"

"wellspring let's change that. Tell you what, if I can't form you smile ten times today, I'll remove your collar and never put one on you again."

capital of Montana's eyes became as all-embracing as dinner denture."You mean it ?"

"I swear on the Seven roach of Hell and dear old Dad on his inglorious throne."

Helena scowled."And what if I lose ? Are you going to ready me do something awful ?"

"If I can make you smile ten time today, you have to sacrifice me a kiss on the rim. Tongue or not is up to you."

Helena's eubstance became stiff. 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 cop. So do we have a lot ?"

She sighed, knowing that she could not pass this chance up."mulct, but no funny stuff."

"perfect, then follow me."

He began walking down the street with Helena cautiously trailing behind him. What was he up to ? What was this really about ? After walking a hundred fundament, Xavier turned back to her with a look of annoyance."When I said"follow me ”, I meant walk alongside me."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Helena approached him and stood at his incline. As they continued walking, Saint Francis Xavier put his arm around her, making her stiffen up. She wanted to pull away, but she was afraid of what would happen if she angered him. Besides, she owed him for saving begetter Hauser.

After a pulley, she worked up the nerve to talk."So where are we going ?"

"right field here."

She looked around and her heart dropped into her stomach. The street was lined with red renting genus Vespa in front end of a scooter shop.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no, no."

"Come on, it's just like the old expression. When in Rome, do as the Epistle to the Romans. This is tourist custom. Don't recount me you're scared."

"I prefer to be surrounded by brand and airbags."

"Said the girl who wanted to go the Roman Catholic Pope's bodyguard…"

Xavier touched one of the water scooter and it activated without needing a key.

"Oh God, you're going to steal it ?"

He gave her an annoyed face and sat down on the wheel."Helena, don't you know who I am ?"She covered her side with her hired hand, feeling this day spiraling out of dominance for the endorsement prison term."Ugh, fine, I'll bring it back."

She looked up, seeing the storeowner inside. He was getting to his human foot, hearing the revving of the scooter and preparing to give chase down the two teens.

"wellspring I'm not getting on that thing without a helmet."

"Oh for bang'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 near animation, screaming into his chest. She was silenced when he placed his helping hand on the back 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 kiss of the wind on her skin, the warmth of the Italian sun, the rough water of Xavier's coating in her hands, and the softness of his shirt against her face. She actually felt… dependable.

‘ That's right. With Xavier's mogul, it's out of the question 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 Amphitheatrum Flavium, Rome's pride and joy. She had seen it before, but it still left her awestruck. With Xavier around, she couldn't tolerate herself to smile. The walls of concrete curled around each other like a stone rose.

"You should have seen her in her prime."

She turned to him."Excuse me ?"

"This is zippo. When she was first built, she was a masterpiece."

"You… you were there back then ?"

"I was born at the Saame clock time as Saviour and I've been traveling ever since. I spent a lot of time here in Rome back in the prosperous ages. Those were upright times. Come on, let's head inside."

This prison term, Helena didn't tense up when he put his arm around her. She simply let him lead her to the ticket logic 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 holidaymaker from wandering or doing something they shouldn't have. Helena didn't know why, but she suddenly felt the weight of awkwardness on her thorax. The sounds of their pace in the dark halls seemed to reinforce the want 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 grand. 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 like Sodom and Gomorrah but much posh. Getting drunk on rich wine and having splurge with the societal elite group. What a prison term to be alive.

And that's one."

Helena's body turned to ice as she realized that her lips had curled into a small smiling when he talked. The way he described it invoked a flyspeck giggle in her, but he caught it.

He laughed at her embarrassment."Relax, just delight 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 chump me that easily."

"If you say so…"

They stepped out into the sun and gazed out across the labyrinth remains of the Colosseum basement.

"Yeah, not like the movie, gladiator, is it ? Come on, let's get a eminent view."

They moved over to a nearby stairway leading up alongside the ancient seats. As they climbed the stares, Saint Francis Xavier removed his arm from around her, but surprised her by grasping her handwriting instead.

He saw her blushing and cracked a smiling."Is this your first time holding hands with a guy ?"

"No, I've held hands with male child before !"

"Anything before puberty and adults 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, arrogant almost. You're doing your effective not to smile, but I can tell your ego is purring from that witty counter. To be fair, that sounded less like you were talking to the man you hate and more than like you were bickering with a childhood Quaker. You're finally relaxing. Like I said, you've become used to having me around."

Helena's look became red with plethora and anger, but she decided to just let him sustain the last Holy Writ. Finally, they came to one of the upper levels, giving them a bang-up eyeshot of the great arena.

"Can you smell it ? The polish in the air ? The history ? Not to bring up the long-gone lather and blood…"

"I'm surprised to see you say something like that. I thought your finish was to destroy the world."

"No, just to rule it."

"And let me imagine, you'd restore this post and go executing Christians like back in the good old days ?"

"Ok, THAT spirit is far from your easily quality. But speaking about the good old daylight, how about I show you what they were like ?"

Saint Francis Xavier placed his hand on the back of her caput and sent a bolt of electricity through her body. All her brawniness locked up and she felt something spate over her centre like a liquid mantle. The world before her became pitch-black, but the darkness soon receded, and something new came. A tidal waving of strait washed over her, like the cosmos beneath her feet was exploding. It was more than a choir ; it was a terrestrial conglomerate of voices, cheering and screaming, with a secondary layer of hand clapping, and even beyond that, the smasher of metal on metal. The decrepit arena was gone, replaced with an amphitheater fit for an emperor moth. The Colosseum had returned to its old aura, with layer upon spirit level of howling viewer. Above Helena's head, a net of flag and canvass hung across the vast manmade crater, protecting the spectator from the heat energy of the sun. Down below, the field of battle had been flooded and a naval battle was taking place, with full-scale ships being hit with arrows and boarded over and over by the opposing forces.

Helena was left breathless, gazing at this new human race. Had… she just traveled back in time ? ! She turned back to Saint Francis Xavier, feeling him move his hand from her head to her shoulder.

"No, before you ask, we haven't traveled back in fourth dimension. This is a memory of mine. This was a real naval struggle that I got to see."The smile slipped complimentary before she could check it, but it was wide and beautiful. She was about to traverse her sass, but he stopped her."Don't. I've already seen it, that's two. Tell you what, until the memory board ends, the deal is suspended. Want to get a cheeseparing look ?"

She turned to him, unable to stagger in the grin and feeling embarrassed that she was showing him a look of anything other than disgust. There was no point in playing yobo. She rushed down the stairs she had just climbed, the Stone footstep still pristine and sharp 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 engagement. A part of her was telling her that she was unseasonable to revel this, that she was actually watching people die in a place where, as she had said, Christians had been executed. But the rest of her knew that these guys had died almost two thousand years ago, and besides, with all the competitiveness she had gotten into in her life sentence, she would be a hypocrite to reverse her intrude up to this.

Xavier stood beside her, watching the combat unfold."This is a reenactment of the battle between the Corcyrean Greeks and the Corinthians. Amazing, isn't it ?"

For over an hr, the battle waged, with swords and gig striking shields and armor. More and Thomas More prizefighter were sent out onto the ships, as if the ships themselves represented every vessel from the genuine event and the directors wanted to show just how many multitude fought in it. parentage and organic structure spilled out into the awash bowl, turning it into a marshland of gore. Xavier eventually ended the memory, leaving capital of Montana much less tense than she had been before. She almost had a heart attack when she realized she had to go back to hide her grinning. Xavier had already caught her twice ; she couldn't let it go on any more time !

"cum on, there is still so much Thomas More to show you."



The two educatee rode through Rome on back of the Vespa, continuing their date. After getting pulled on the inaugural time, Helena made sure to stick around out of Xavier's scope and ride behind him. She tried to make as little contact as possible and thin away from him, but even while knowing that his exponent would keep them safe, she immediately wrapped her sleeve around his waistline and held on for affectionately life, especially on the turns. As well as the tourist attractor, he brought her to commit that had nothing to do with Rome or her story, but were occupy nonetheless. They were little pockets of amazement that Helena had never known live, but he showed her to and made her laugh and smiling against her will. At many historical landmarks, he would show her more of his memories, letting her see Eternal City the way the metropolis had been in its prime.

The long the particular date progressed, the harder and harder it became to keep from smiling, laughing, and daring she say even enjoying herself. Every grin slipped free well-off than the finale, and was all the brighter.



The Roman Forum was bustling with life, with citizens in togas and tunica buying and selling merchandise from across the empire with coins bearing the nerve of Caesar. Helena moved through the mental sound projection, amazed by everything from the feeling of fresh fruits to the calls of wild beast. The air itself was rich with culture, with Helena wishing she really could travel back in clock time and insert herself into this web of life. She jumped when she felt Xavier put his arm around her.

"look at that liberal bastard go."

He was pointing at someone through the bunch, and capital of Montana's middle widened realized it was his retiring self. Dressed in the dress of the citizens, the Danton True Young Xavier was gambling in the street and winning gold from his opponents 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 back of the iceboat, Helena was struggling to go up her courage. Goddammit, this was humiliating. She tugged on his sleeve. Xavier pulled over and turned to her. She shied away, unable to think she was about to ask something from him. The look on her face 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 Roman basilica ? It's just over there."

She expected him to laugh or jest at her in some way, but instead he simply nodded."Of course."

They drove over to the Vatican, parking in the tourist garage, and made their way inside. The erectile duomo left her breathless, the sweetheart of the walls, flooring, and ceiling filling her with affectionateness. She didn't even bother to enshroud her smile, feeling like she was going to start crying in joy.

Xavier placed his hand on her berm."Is this your first time coming here ?"

"No, rosewood University has yearly fieldtrips here for every class. This is just my preferent place in the world. Ever since I was a little young lady, I knew that I would end up here as a penis of the Swiss Guard. When I'm here, I truly feel…"

She trailed off.

"You were going to say"I truly experience God's love"or something like that, weren't you ?"

She swatted his hand off his shoulder."Someone like you doesn't deserve to be here. You should have burst into flames the moment you stepped inside."

Saint Francis Xavier looked around, watching the other tourists passing play by."You know, when I take over the humans, I think I'll make this property my office. I'll set up a desk under the main altar and run macrocosm of Warcraft. You could be MY Swiss Guard."Helena just sighed in annoyance and Xavier gave another look around."Sometimes when I'm bored, I'll send a peril varsity letter to the Pope. And I get bored A LOT."Making trusted no one could see, he drew forth a firearm of theme from nonexistence."This was my most recent. strike a look."

Knowing that he would keep bothering her until she read it, she gave another suspiration and started reading.

‘ dearest Chief alternate,

I wanted to send you this friendly picayune letter to cue you of your imminent demise. If you're curious as to the frequency in which I've sent these letters, it is merely to tincture as practically fear as I can. As if basting a turkey. Which I will then carry on to have sex with.

That's right.

I'm going to FUCK the fear turkey.

Follow me @ themanofsin !'

capital of Montana was not majestic of how hard she laughed and the prospect she caused.



"It's this way, they sell some really cool stuff here."

Xavier was leading Helena through the vertebral column roads, wanting to evince her an obscure shop hidden amongst the building. Wandering the crooked streets, he stopped when her footfalls became silent. She was looking down a narrow alley at four men, ganging up on a woman. At least one of them had a knife and she was removing all of her jewellery. capital of Montana was shivering in uncertainty, her hands balled tightly into fist. Wretched sinners, she wanted to bash their skulls in, but Xavier would probably stop her. netherworld, he'd probably join the men and they'd crew rape her.

"Well ? What are you waiting for ?"

She turned to Xavier, jumping at the speech sound of his voice."What ?"

"Why haven't you pounced on them ? Isn't this what you normally do in situations like this ?"

"W-well I… I just thought that you…"

"Have you ever thought before doing this ? You don't need my license to go wild."

She had spent the day working with all of her will to resist smiling, but now, she flashed a wildcat smiling. Her heart calm in the face of what was about to happen, she sprinted into the alley with her cobalt eyes spotting angles and openings. One of the men noticed her, his upward glance and mumbling confusion giving her away. Regardless, she jumped into the air, and as the man before her turned around, she connected her foot to his tabernacle 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 render an attack, the gash of a knife forced her retreat. She had a tiny scratch on her face, syncope but trickling blood. The man with the knife lunged, making clumsy slash to try and cut her pharynx.

blocking one of his swings, she used her free helping hand to slam him under the arm, then birl around and punched him in the face. He staggered back and she finished with a kicking to the thorax, sending him flying through the air. The second and fourth charged towards her, leaving no room for her to maneuver in the cramped alley. Zooming past her, Xavier jumped into the air and planted both feet in the forth man's face, breaking his nose and creating an opening. postponement, he was helping her ? ! She pushed that mix-up aside and slipped through, avoiding the cross arms of the 2nd man, and countered with a kick to the backbone of the knee. As he fell, she knocked him out with an elbow to the side of the head.

Behind her, Saint Francis Xavier and the third man had both gotten to their feet. The man drew a gun and pointed it at him, and for a mo, Helena's heart stopped. With focal ratio beyond her own, he grabbed the gun and pushed forward, removing the slide. He spun the patch of metal around in his handwriting and stabbed the man in the frontal bone, failing to kill him but fracturing his skull. As she turned to him, the outset man she had attacked charged towards her. She sidestepped around his arm and grabbed it, using her leverage to lose it it at the elbow. The man with the knife stood back up, and drunk with bloodlust, he threw the switchblade at her. His expression equanimity but stern, Saint Francis Xavier wrapped his arm around Helena's waistline and intercepted. Using his other script, he caught the flying brand with inhuman ease, spun around for momentum and with Helena in his embrace, and threw the blade back at the owner. It pierced his chest and he fell to the priming, his blood pouring out onto the cobblestone.

The men were all down for the tally and the adult female stared at the two teens in sandbag amazement. Helena was panting, looking up and down and realizing that Xavier was holding her against him in a tango-like embracing. Had… had he just saved her aliveness ? She thought back to the man with a gun, how when he pointed it at Xavier, she felt like a giant 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 figure."How about we go get lunch ?"



Having returned to the alert portion of Rome, Xavier was treating capital of Montana to lunch at one of the Charles Herbert Best restaurants in the city. They ate outside in the shade, Xavier with a big scale of alimentary paste and chicken Parmesan and Helena with a salad and pipe bowl of soup. The repast was awkward, as once again, Helena was in Xavier's debt. He had really saved her life, twice in one fight, and she still couldn't get over her embarrassment for the fear she felt when a gun had been pointing at him. Not only that, but when he jumped into the fray, she had been relieved, well-chosen even.

"You should really be eating more, you need large calorie and carbs."
His word of honor shook her from her intellection and reminded her that she was still his hostage. Her posture was rigid and she refused to depend at him as she ate."I want to keep my shape and be in good shape."

"For the Swiss safeguard you mean ?"

"That's right."

"well how do you wait to get in if you're too weak to pass the physical exam ?"He cut up a piece of music of chicken and held it out to her on the end of his fork. She continued to neglect him, even as he brought it close to her cheek."Helena, I am to a greater extent than prepared to hold my arm out like this until the check comes. How hanker do you think you can ignore me ?"

"As long as it takes."

"Even if I do this ?"

He started poking her in the sass with the piece 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 break down in embarrassment.

"check making fun of me !"

"block being bad-mannered and just eat the chicken."

Helena sighed and pulled it off with her dentition, careful not to let her lips extend to his fork. The moment she started chewing it, she realized how unsatisfying soup and salad were for lunch.

"It's unspoiled, isn't it ?"

She looked away and blushed."I guess."

"Want the rest ? You can deliver it if you like."

She just wanted to scream, feeling herself being driven looney by that self-satisfied spirit of his."…Yes please."



After touring a few other positioning, Xavier suggested a walk through the ballpark for a change of yard. As long as it meant not getting on the scoter, capital of Montana agreed. He took her to Villa Doria Pamphili, a villa-turned museum with the priming coat serving as the turgid green in Rome. They orbited the white building, sticking to the shade of the trees as they enjoyed the lulu 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 accent ? You're a unfeigned girl of the emerald islet, but I can distinguish with every Logos you speak that you try to hide it. It's almost like a fake American accent, what you do."

As she had again and again, she averted his regard, ineffectual to look him in the centre. It was a interrogation that she didn't want to answer, but what perplexed her was his tone. It was not mocking, but double-dyed 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 fake an speech pattern are hippies, guys trying to get laid, and people who want to completely lop the past and either can't or won't go home. 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 respective second, the sun on their shoulders.

"Very well."

They continued walking, but after twenty stride, they stopped. A hook up with duo was walking down the same path with a halcyon doodle on a leash, panting with pilus over his eyes.

Xavier approached them, speaking in Italian."Excuse me, may I pet your dog ?"

They smiled and nodded, and Helena watched in amazement as he got down on one knee joint and began rubbing the doggie's fluffy eubstance with a smiling. The dog wagged his tail and chewed on his paw, 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 photo album. He was actually finding joy in something other than twisting. She didn't know why, but it made her grin, the utmost smile needed for her to lose the bet.

Xavier thanked the pair returned to capital of Montana. 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 study I love dogs."This only when heightened her confusion and amazement."Well I am half-human after all. There is a touch of salutary in me."

"But when you bring about the End of Days, won't that cause a lot of detent to die ?"

"I don't want to destruct the cosmos, I simply want to rein it. World mastery, just hearing it kind of makes your heart skip a beat."

"Why do you want to rule the world ?"

"Because I'm bored. I've seen the world and I want to finally settle down on a throne with the dry land in the decoration of my hand. I have the ability to conquer, and besides, wouldn't a new human race order be interesting ? Don't you think mankind needs a new shift ?"

"Not like that !"

"well what do you desire ?"

She stepped back."Huh ?"

"What did you suppose I meant when I asked you to be my queen ? We'd take over the universe together. If there is something you want or a change you've always wanted to draw, go ahead. Want to break dance Irish Republic from the UK ? You could do that in an afternoon. You want to end world hunger ? There will be nil stopping you."

She grasped his hand and stopped him, a storm act for her. He looked into her centre, beautifully drab and trembling in precariousness."You have good in you, so why can't you just be good ? You haven't done anything cruel or evil today. You even healed Father Hauser and saved my life. I'm uncoerced to admit that even before today, you've been kind and charming, so please, tell me, why can't you treat others the way you treat me ?"

Xavier chuckled."Now this is peculiar. Are you trying to save me ? Trying to deliver me and sprain me on to the path of trade good ? Have you completely forgotten all the horrible things I've done to you and your friend ?"

She pulled away and turned around, flushed with embarrassment.

He stood behind her and grasped her arm. He whispered in her ear, relishing the way it made her shiver."The alone grounds why you would ask is because you either forgive me for everything I've done or you want to forgive me. You want to forget that I've hurt you, that I've hurt the the great unwashed around you, because you have feelings for me but you need a way to justify them. If you can change me, then you can forgive me, and if you can forgive me, you won't have to ignore your feelings out of guilt. Why is it so intemperately to for you to hear to your heart ? To your torso ? You want to be my queen. You want to reign the existence at my English. You want to percentage my bed and feel our bodies become joined throughout the night."

She pulled herself free from his grip, her eyes wet with angry tears."Take me domicile. I don't tutelage if I have to get back on that red deathtrap, take 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 spine, wanting to simply fall down asleep. She was strangely easy, feeling his pelage to her buttock. She didn't expect him to return to the scooter, but she honestly didn't guardianship. During the drive, she was able to calm down and let her anger settle. Arriving at the school, he walked her back to her dorm.

"If the great unwashed 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 dorm way. 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 don Hauser and me. So thank you."

"well if you really want to give thanks me, do you make love how many multiplication you smiled today ?"

Helena clutched herself and cast her regard to the ground, unable to front at him. She had made a mountain that she would kiss him if he got her to smile ten prison term, and she had. She had to accompany through. But… it was her first snog, and with HIM. But a deal was a deal. She looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't see her threat and humiliation. She closed her eyes and pursed her back talk, waiting to feel his. Instead, he leaned in and kissed her on the os frontale.

She opened her centre, utterly lost."I thought I had to buss you on the lips."

"Don't get me wrong, your first buss will be with me. But like your virginity, I'll claim it when you happily have it to me."He then cupped her impudence, wiping away her tears. When did she start crying ?"organic structure, mind, and individual ; you will be mine and you will give yourself to me, and in turn, I will break you a hereafter of happiness."

He gave her another kiss, this time on the cheek. He walked away, leaving capital of Montana 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 inferno is he going to do to me ?'

A calendar month ago, had capital of Montana woken up the way had she was now, she might scream, thrash, and likely have a affright flak. Now, she was just little pall but mostly annoyed. She was kneeling on the base, tied up with binds stretching from her collar and securing her carpus and ankles behind her. She was wearing nothing except a landing strip of fabric over her eyes and some kind of gag. Instead of a ball, it used a alloy tintinnabulation that held her backtalk exposed.

She was sure she was still in her dormitory way from the tactile property of the rug, and while she instinctively wanted to scream, she knew that of course, Xavier was using his powers to soundproof the way. inferno, she couldn't even awaken 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 fight back ; with her nudity, she felt nothing protecting her from Xavier's eyes ; with the masquerade party, she couldn't William Tell where he was or what he was doing ; with the gag, she couldn't block herself from drooling with her tongue hanging out and there was no telling what he would put in her back talk. Plus the posture wasn't very comfortable.

A quiver ran through her as he lifted her Kuki-Chin, feeling his breath on her face."My, my, your spunk is so cool off. Your pulse is racing, but it's not nearly as erratic as it would feature been a while ago. You aren't excited out of awe, but out of arousal."

capital of Montana angrily groaned, unable to form any kind of words. Without her gag, she would have let let loose a stream of swears that would own even made the Devil blush.

"Relax, I'm not going to do anything terrible to you. Remember that conversation we had at lunch ? You really should be eating more."

He inserted his fingers into her sass, playing with her clapper. She tried to rive away, both with her body and the wet tendril. With his early deal, Xavier held the terzetto to her collar, keeping her from leaning back. By holding his bring down jaw, he was able to keep her from shaking her drumhead. Against her pride, she gave in and let her consistence go limp. Her hatred for Xavier had reached new stature, the feeling of his finger in her mouthpiece made her want to throw up. At to the lowest degree he had done a thorough job in washing his manus. She didn't gustatory sensation any oils or perspiration, and from the tactile property of it, he had manicured his nails.

He soon pulled his fingers from her back talk."I've noticed that the school places a heavy workload of really building complex poppycock on us educatee. I'm surprised you kids aren't pulling your haircloth out over your homework. If you want to keep open up, you need to give your body what it requires. Your brain needs glucose in order to function."

He reinserted fingers, but now there was something sticky on them. It tasted really sweet. Was it… beloved ? Her tongue moved against her will and lapped it away, while he stirred his fingerbreadth and smeared the duncish dew around her lip. It was strange to taste thoroughgoing love without anything to engross the flavor. It was so concentrated and delicious. Once she finished licking his digit clean, he lathered them in Thomas More honey. This clip, she didn't bother trying to stand firm him. She simply allowed him to play with her lingua while she basked in the sweet taste.

"I've also noticed that you're under a lot of focus. I think that you should put to work a little harder to protect your mood. Did you know that chocolate cures slump ?"

As per his countersign, when he put his fingers in her mouth, she could taste chocolate, like he had just dipped them in some hot fudge. Helena absolutely loved coffee, and as it swirled in her sassing, she felt her hate of the situation wane. It continued on like that for some unknown length of time, with Saint Francis Xavier painting his fingerbreadth with different foods and letting Helena slurp it up. She tasted all form of hot chocolate, jams and jellies of different Berry, whipped pick and frosting, and even peanut butter. As if reading her mind, he would stream dissimilar beverage down her throat whenever she got thirsty, to help oneself her wash down the dessert. She eventually got used to the situation, deciding she might as well try to wait on the burnished incline and get some use out of it. Before long, her chin, chest, and stomach were viscid from the dribble running from her mouth.

At hold up, Xavier picked her up and laid her on her bed. She struggled a niggling bit, hating the feeling of her naked physical structure touching his. Lying on her book binding with her legs spread against her will, she wondered what he was going to do with her now. The answer came with the sensation of something coldness on her lips, being moved back and forth. It was melting, the cliff falling into her mouth. She tasted… blueberry ? It was a low-spirited Popsicle. A lot of the things Xavier had fed her were solid food 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 delicious smack. He would sometimes push it in poke the spinal column of her pharynx, but normally just range it around the interior of her cheeks.

Chuckling, he pulled away, leaving Helena to wonder what was going on. A few seconds passed by in which she began to get scared. saltation, gagged, and blindfolded ; she felt more vulnerable than ever in her life history, and there was no telling what he was doing into the desktop. She then yelped as she felt him press the ice lolly down on her remaining areola, as if he was putting out a cigarette. It felt so cold and stung the sensible nerve conclusion in her nipple. He dragged it across her thorax, making her chill before pressing it down on her right areola. He moved back and forth, teasing her with the immobilise desert until her mammilla stood like pencil erasers. ineffectual to see what was going on, the touch of the frigidness treat felt a chiliad times more intense than it would before. Her thinker was heightening the sensations, being used against her. So this was why he had blindfolded her…

He put it back in her mouth, letting her sucking away the melting 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 world power to restrain her pin, he at last brushed the Popsicle against her vagina, making her whole consistence tense up. To sense such cold temperatures at that spotlight made her neediness to cry out. The sensations she felt weren't exactly dreadful, but they were foreign.

He continued moving it back and forth against her labia, teasing her and sometimes prodding her clit. Then, he began to insert it. capital of Montana screamed through the metal mob, unable to shape the words to beg him not to take her virginity like this. He stopped after only spreading her lips, simply wanting to disclose her interior to the cold. She could feel the popsicle melting, unable to defy the heat energy of her slit. Its cold, unenviable dripping were running down and dripped from her slit as well as her unwanted arousal.

Xavier removed the treat and she could hear him slurping up the sense of taste of her muliebrity from it, mix in with the artificial blueberry taste. He continued toying with her in this manner, dragging it across her body and then taking crook with her to taste it. During her turns, she would induce her deep-throat it as a substitute genus Phallus, while he would arouse his finger's breadth around in her honeypot. Once it was cipher 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 back talk, he drizzled something across her chest, and from the olfactory modality of it, Helena could tell it was chocolate sirup. He certainly wasn't stingy around her breasts and kitty-cat. She lay there, dressed in a awkward black web. Oh God, was he going to… ?

Xavier leaned down and lapped up the deep brown syrup on her breadbasket, making her chill from the soupcon of his tongue. He continued to licking her, savoring the gustatory perception of her dead body more than the chocolate. She tried to curb her disgust, the feeling of his molestation. In a way it was worse than when he had his fingers in her mouth.

"My, my, your hide is just so soft and delicious."

He came up to her bureau and she writhed as he felt him paint her breast with his tongue. She could not deny the joy she was feeling. The way he was playing with her areolas, massaging them with his clapper, it felt even good than when she played with them herself. Then, when he closed his lips around her right nipple, an unwitting moan slipped out. Knowing he had struck a spunk, Xavier continued sucking on her breasts, pulling the whine of euphory out of her. Soon enough though, he got bored and decided to uphold on his way. He moved down, kissing her bare body as he did so. She knew where he was going, and if he continued the way he was, she didn't know how yearn she would be capable to retain what little dignity she had left.

Soon enough, he arrived at her pussy. He immediately went to figure out, licking up every modest drop curtain of cocoa sirup. Then, once she was mostly pick, he flitted his tongue between the lips, making her shudder. The feeling of his sinful back talk tasting her innocence made her vomit up. Smiling to himself, he began to kiss it, her lip against his, while he worked his knife inside her. His backtalk roamed her womanhood, switching back and Forth River between her erect clitoris, to the entree, to her depths. She was certain that his tongue was foresightful than it should have been. She could palpate it slithering through her cryptical recesses like some unholy serpent.

Everything she was feeling went beyond any other sentience in her aliveness. This made onanism look like scratching a bug snack. It felt… it felt… so thoroughly ! She never wanted it to end ! She prayed to God, begging him not to stop Saint Francis Xavier, but to forgive her for how much she was enjoying getting eaten out like this. It took only a few minutes for her to cum, easily causing her the greatest climax of her liveliness. Even after she reached her climax, he didn't stop.

She didn't know how foresightful it went on like that, how long he continued to work his tongue and lips against her gate of Eden. It felt like hours, and she had no doubt that it was finish to that. She had no mind how many orgasms she had, but each one was better than the stopping point. Xavier just kept going, never tiring. He simply drank in her arousal like wine out of a trash. Every time she came, she felt her mind growing weaker, her retentivity fading. After a while, it was a struggle for her to remember who she was.

Finally, Xavier sat up and cricked his neck opening."Ah, delicious. Well, I think it's time I let you get some rest. I'm going to go put my natural language on ice."

He snapped his finger's breadth and her chasteness disappeared, along with her gag and blindfold. She was too tired to do anything, even open up her eyes. Xavier leaned forward and kissed her on the os frontale."Soon, you shall leave yourself to me, and I won't need to tie you up to feast on you. I can't wait for that day to arrive."





Chapter 10



"Oh God ! Please ! No more !"

Sister Olivia was sobbing on the level, having woken up in the church for another night of torture. She still believed this to just be a recurring nightmare. Xavier strode towards her, a thirsty glow to his eyes. He gave her a arduous squawk, knocking her onto her vertebral column and then setting his foot on her throat.

"That's right, keep on begging. Beg for mercy."

She tried to bear on him off her, struggling to respire."Please, I just want this to stop ! I don't want to suffer anymore !"

"The suffering will never stop, not as long as I can laugh at your screams and lick up your tears. Now, let's see how long it will pack for you to beg for death."

He took a few gradation back and snapped his finger. Her night-robe and underwear was burned off her physical structure, and from the cap and walls, hooked ribbon lunged for her like the knife of toad. The hooks all dug into her skin like fibrous joint, each one an inch apart, making her cry out in full-body agony. The I going through her nipples and labia hurt the most. Heightening the volume of her screams, the togs all became tight, and as one, lifted her into the air. She hung above the pews, lineage streaming from her lesion. Every drop caught the light of the surrounding taper like a mellow deep red, while the web of threads almost looked like the wing of a unbalanced angel. Her heart were rolled back into her head, her mind struggling to keep back its sanity. Xavier stood under her, opening his mouth and catching the drops of her blood on his tongue like they were Plectrophenax nivalis.

arrival into his coat pocket, he pulled out two alloy dildos, connected by a wire. He inserted them into her ass and pussycat, and by holding the wire, channeled a violent electric current into the sex toys. babe Olivia screamed and thrashed as a near flesh-melting charge was driven into her rectum and her neck. The shock to her private parts invoked something that could not be called an climax, but made her present a interchangeable cry, regardless of how agonizing it was. electrocution was one of Xavier's pet methods of agony, especially to the erogenous zona.

The charges dropped and jumped like a heartbeat, pulsing through her muscles and making her jerk. Every time she moved, she inadvertently pulled against the hooks in her skin, widening the injuries. It didn't take long for her to rip free of one, and like an first step zipper, it caused a domino effect in which her system of weights overpowered the hooks'hold on her. In a vast splatter of stock, over a hundred mystifying cuts were opened across her consistence from the hooks ripping unblock. She fell to the trading floor with the entire front of her dead body as a sliced mess. Only her look remained recognizable.

Xavier snapped his fingers and her eubstance was fully healed, leaving her in consummate shock from the indescribable pain she had just suffered."Don't recite me you're tired already ? You know we still have hours left before you need to wake up."



The succeeding night, sis Olivia was on all 4, crawling with Christian Bible from the church bench stacked on her cover. She was wearing buck blinders with a gag in her lip, and weights were hanging from her perforate mammilla and pussy lips. She was sobbing as the metal spheres pulled on her, struggling to maintain her balance. Every"step"she took was agony, but she couldn't let her balance falter. She reached out with her deal, but went out too far. The swing of the weights on her nipples made her wince, causing one of the Word of God to fall off.

‘ Oh no ! Oh God, no !'

It hit the undercoat, and with it, the end of Xavier's cattle prod was pressed to her rear end. She collapsed as the shock ravaged her, screaming in agony. He ground it deep into her soft flesh like he was putting out a cigarette, laughing as he did so."Bad girl, you let them fall. Your posture is a disgrace."

He gave a whirl of his finger and she was pulled back up onto all fours and the Bible returned to her back."Now, again."

Trying not to rock her body, she gave a tearful nod and continued crawling. A new burn wound was forming on her ass, one of countless others from the hour spent in this horrible exercise.



The nighttime after, sister Olivia was hovering in the church, her branch outstretched and unmoving. She was rotating as if in a gyroscope, while above her, a hundred candles burned. A glob of liquidity wax fell from one of the standard candle and splattered on her hip, making her whine. It felt like a drop of burning gasoline. Another one fell, this one hitting her face. For every one that made its scar, heaps missed her by mere cm and fell down to the floor.

Xavier was below her, watching with a grin."Tell me, which is worse ? The pain ?"A red daub splattered on her areola, just barely missing her nipple. She cried and tried to pull at her invisible trammel, feeling the wax searing the pinnace hide."Or the prediction ? At any second, one drop could come and set down right in your eye."

She continued to sprain, and above her, the top of one of the candela gave way like a mudslide, and a tablespoon of liquified wax splashed across her ass.

"That's how your students felt, wondering when you would snap and pick out out your irrational number rage on them. You see, that's the difference between us. Your sadism goes deal in hand with your irritation and thin hide. speaking of sparse skin…"Olivia whimpered as various drops hit her face, 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 hide is really slight and filled with nerve closing. It's why face tattoos are so rare, even amongst the most devoted ink enthusiasts."

She screamed as drop hit her left labia lip, hurting her even more than the ones across her face.

"While me, I'm always in control. People aren't my victim ; they are my plaything. But you…"He swirled his digit, causing all of the candle to revolutionize. A sheet of melted wax poured on her, scalding the nominal head of her consistence. Her knocker and pussy felt like they were being burned off and her clit felt like it was being jabbed with a car ignitor."You're my punching bag."



parentage was pouring onto the level, with Olivia wondering how much she would have to miss before she died. She was hanging from the cap with bond around her wrist joint. Xavier was using his mogul to bushel her rip reserves, keeping her alive and witting. Dangling from his fingertips were wire, formed from his own physical structure. He swung one paw and whiplashed her with the wires, controlling their movements and increasing their weight. She cried out as five cuts opened across her breast, as if he had just slashed her with box cutters.

"A foreign impression, isn't it ? The feel of a leaf blade cutting your flesh ? It stings, like when you drag your fingernail across a sunburn."He slashed her again, this time across the second joint. Her leg were completely painted with line of descent."Can you feel the weight of your skin pulling at the cut ? Spreading them apart ?"

He delivered several deep cuts on her carpus, severing every vena. grinning, he used his force to not only restore her blood as it was lost, but produce Thomas More and raise her bloodline pressure. The crimson fluid was spraying from her wrists, drenching her in a shower. She tried to see through it all, feeling it turning her fuzz into sticky rope. She could feel the pressure in her veins, in her learning ability. Her pump didn't know what to do with all the blood, whether to slow down or zip up.

"Then there is the future stratum of infliction. It comes from your own body, the sting of the salt in your blood and sweat. Ironic, isn't it ?"

Letting himself become drenched, Xavier leaned in and began slurping up the rake off her tits like it was melted ice cream, indulging his satanic hunger. He then crouched down, letting the stock run down his throat as he licked her slit."Ah, Delicious. The taste of a virgin woman."

In his hand appeared a wineglass, which his used to gather the profligate pouring from her lesion. He took a few pace away, drinking from the shabu gluttonously and then pouring it on his face."To citizenry like you, line is repulsive. That salty, iron taste. But to the great unwashed like me… well, I don't think"people"is the good word… blood is delicious. It's Sweet as sugar, like tea almost."

turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Jesus at the dorsum of the church and struck it in the face. Once he had had his fill, he stood back up and swung both of his arms. Obeying his will, the wires wrapped around baby Olivia's body in the tortoiseshell formation.

"sentinel out, folks ! Rows 1 through 4 are a spatter geographical zone !"

He pulled on the wires in a sudden, violent jolt. The binds sheered through her skin and the walls of the Christian church became splattered with gore.



Sister Olivia wandered back and Forth River in her bedroom, muttering supplicant to herself to try and stay awake. It was three in the break of the day but she refused to let herself devolve asleep. If she didn't eternal sleep, she couldn't dream, and if she couldn't dream, that man couldn't get her. She didn't wish how long she had to stay awake ; she couldn't handle another night of overrefinement. She rubbed her centre, trying to ease the stinging dispassionateness. She pulled her hands away and found herself no longer in her room. She had been transported into the church. She immediately screamed and fell to her human knee, beating herself to try and waken up from this"dream ”.

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 encompassing oculus."That's right, you heard me. All this time, you thought that it was your moral sense torture you, projecting my image as the one who defied you and punished you in way of life that you never thought potential. But I am veridical, this is all happening. It's time for you to learn who your master key is."

leaning down, he pressed his tongue to her cervix, making her shriek as she was branded. He pulled away, leaving her human body smoldering. She covered the wound with her hand and gasped as she felt the three sixes."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 Christ shall bring about a thousand years of peacefulness, but is that reliable ? I stand unopposed, with no God above me, no curse before me, and all of mankind below me. It is time for humanity to learn its space. It is time for a new world gild. Soon, you and every early human will bow before me and the earth will become mine."He then reached into his pants and pulled out his putz."But until then, I think I'll settle with raping you until you bleed."



Helena sat in Father of the Church Hauser's hospital room, clutching his hand and hearing to the sound of his heart monitor. She visited him every day, every time she had the chance. She needed him to awake up, but a part of her hoped he wouldn't, because then it would mean Xavier had done something kind and had kept his Word. But why did she sense that way ? What was it that was twisting her emotions this way ?

She opened her mouth, feeling the need to say something, but unsure of what."Everyone misses you at the schoolhouse. Especially me."The comatose non-Christian priest did not reply. A minute passed by. She did not do it why she said it, but she uttered the words."Xavier is the Antichrist and he's holding me captive."

For once, her collar 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 secret. Either way, she shuddered in relief, as if a neck massager was pressed right to a international nautical mile in her back. Words failed to describe how good it felt to at last-place say what the problem was, even if male parent Hauser couldn't help her.

"He's a horrifying, deceitful man. He says he wants to adopt over the world and make me his queen."She let out a bitter laugh, feeling the fermented latent hostility melting from her soulfulness."He thinks that he can win me over. Again and again, I've watched him dishonour my roommate while I was paralyzed in my bed. Once or twice, he even molested me. He would do this matter with his fingerbreadth and… ugh, you don't want to hear about that."

From there, it all erupted into a slurry of dustup, 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 situation. There were multiplication when she began to cry while telling the chronicle, but still, she smiled and even laughed.

"Please, Father-God, I need your advice. I hate him. I hate him so a great deal that I can't even line it. So why ? Why is that the longer he's around, the easier it is from him to piss me smile and laugh ? I'll think back to all the times he raped Sophie and I'll recall the sound of her howler of pain, I'll remember all those humiliating visitation he put me through, but then in my mind, I'll see him with that dog in the parkland. I'll remember when he protected me from Sister Olivia and helped me with those muggers. I imagine myself back in the syndicate.

He keeps saying that he'll win my tenderness, but I don't want him to. I don't want to fall in love with him. I just want to detest him and finger nothing but that. Every day, my will undermine and it becomes harder and harder for me to defend back against him. If I at least knew what I was supposed to do, it would be different. I'm all alone and I have no clue how to beat him. Please, tell me how I can put a hitch to this. How I can piss everything go back to the way it was before ?"At survive the room was dumb, and after some deep breaths, she smiled, gave a sad sigh, and stood up."I didn't think so, but thank you… for listening."

spirit like her psyche was a fraction of its former weight, she left the infirmary and began the walk back to her school. It was a beautiful day, and for that brief reprieve, it felt like nothing could go legal injury and everything was as it should be. Then, of course…

"Oof !"

Helena was knocked to the ground as she turned a nook and bumped into someone. Looking up, she muttered a very unchristian swear. Xavier was looking down at her, a quizzical facial expression on his expression."Huh. You may not trust me, but I actually had no plan to bother you today, so this is quite interesting."

He offered to help her up but she smacked his handwriting aside and got to her base."Yeah, right. Why else would you chance into me like this ?"

"I actually had occupation in town and was making my way back to the school. I'm guesswork you're doing the same. Let's walk together."

"You're just going to abide by 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 concord my hand or do anything like that."

Xavier chuckled."Yes dear."

For the first few minutes, the walking was silent. Helena almost forgot that Saint Francis Xavier was there. Soon enough though, it broke.

"You were visiting male parent Hauser, weren't you ?"

Helen straightened her military strength and deepened her vocalization."Yes, I was."

"You said before that he was like an actual father to you, what did you mean ?"Helena didn't respond, not wanting him anywhere near her memories or personal secrets."You know, I reversed his mentality damage and I removed a really nasty tumour on his pancreas. You could at least talk of the town to me."

‘ Goddammit, now he's guilt-tripping me.'

She took a deep breathing time, working up the braveness to mouth."When I came here, to Rosewood University… I hated men. I absolutely despised them and thought I could never trust them. Hell, it wasn't even men, I was just afraid of everybody. I would aggress anyone who came close to me. I was like a wild brute, cipher more than a feral beast in a schoolgirl outfit. Soon after I arrived, I found myself in the corner of the cafeteria. I had taken a knife from the kitchen and was swinging it at the instructor trying to approach. I was gamy on adrenaline and scourge, and thought that they would do something terrible to me if they got me."

She glanced up at Xavier and saw a peculiar 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 hand. The sword went through his medal like the stigmata, but with little more than a wince of botheration, he clutched my hand and said,"God will forgive you if you are sorry, but don't do something that you can't forgive ”. I just fell apart and burst into tears and he held me with his manus still bleeding. From then on, he was like an literal father to me. He taught me to trust people, how to not hold up in veneration and anger, and to swallow the love of God. He's been my sometime friend, as well as my dearest."

She came to a arrest, lost in thought, feeling like her emotions were going to pour out of her care rent. She then turned as Saint Francis Xavier gently interlaced his fingers with hers, raised her hired hand, and kissed the vertebral column of it. It took her a instant to react to the patrician action, but she quickly pulled her bridge player away with her face flushed."W-what the hell was that ? !"

He gave a small smile."I just felt like giving you some affection. Tell you what, if you'd like, we can break open 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 point. But don't touch me again."

"Sorry, just one more time…"

She closed her eyes as his fingers approached her face. Oh God, was he going to lodge them in her back talk like he had done the other nighttime ? No, he simply brushed back a lock of her haircloth and tucked it behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. At that present moment, Helena had never felt so small. She felt like a tiny doll cradled in his thenar, but his hand… it felt so… gentle. After a couple seconds, he released her and continued walking, leaving her with her heart racing.

She took a deep breathing time and then followed."By the way, what were you doing here in town ?"

He looked at her with an wickedness grinning."Are you sure you want to know ?"

She shuddered."No, scrape up that."



An hour earlier :

"Welcome to our new home."

Lily gazed in amazement at the small-scale bland, ineffectual to believe what was going on. Out of nowhere, Xavier had just told her that he had gotten a part-time job and was using his money to get an apartment for them. Her brain had been spinning the hale metre as he led her across Italian capital to this one bed/one bath.

"So we're really going to be living here ?"

He pulled her in close and kissed her on the top of the chief."Like husband and wife."

"Oh, this is what I've always dreamed of having ! But what about schooling ?"

"well I'll need to go along attending so that I can calibrate and get a better job for us. But you don't need to interest about going back. You didn't have friends and I doubt the teachers cared. No one there will overleap you."

Her slender shoulders slunk and she clutched his arm, needing him with her. ‘ That's right, nonentity precaution about me but Xavier. Without him, I'm all alone. I have to do whatever I can to go on our life like this.'

"But as you know, liveliness isn't fair. There is a catch to all of this. The job I have doesn't pay enough for us to stay here. It only covered the security deposit. For this to be our home, you need to piddle money as well."

"But… I'm too young. Nobody will hire me."

"well, I suppose you could always… use your body. You were capable to clear my debt with that loan shark, so there's nothing stopping you from doing it again to work in some income."

Lily's heart stopped. Do that… again ? That awful experience with that disgusting man ? And others ? !

Xavier looked at her and sighed."You're right, I'm sorry, I can't ask you to do that. I guess we'll just have to revel this blank space while we have it. Maybe someday we have a habitation 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."unspoilt girl, I'm so proud of you. I already know a few people who will pay good money for you. I'll call them and tell them to come over."



Sophie was standing in her room in her underclothes, looking in the mirror over her toilet table. capital of Montana had yet to return from dinner, so she had some metre to ruminate. She ran her bridge player around her throat, trying to feel for the collar. Every day, Xavier would snipe her somewhere in the schooling, drag her to some quoin or press, and rape her. It could finis either a few minutes or a few hours. Every time he violated her, he would pull on her deuce-ace and her collar would appear. He claimed he liked the face she made when she choked her with it. She knew that Xavier was no average homo, that he had powers like that of a devil. What in God's public figure was he ? With all the accent she was under, it was a miracle that her grade hadn't plummeted. She had taken to obsessive studying to keep her intellection occupied. How long was this going to last ? How long was he going to excruciate her like this ?

Down the Charles Francis Hall, Helena was in the privy, brushing her teeth. Staring into the mirror at her thoughtfulness, 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 break it ? How could she give up herself ? If she could hold back her will strong and resist him, would he keep his intelligence and leave her whole ? Or would his patience run out and eventually he take her violently as he had seen him do with Sophie so many prison term ?

But… what would happen if she did give in ? Was this all just a big judgement biz ? If she gave in to him, would he just jest at her feelings, say it was a caper, and enslave her even big than he had already ? Or would he really piss her his nance ? If he did ask over the man, where and what would she be ? Would she be some spell of meat in a dungeon, a striver for him to frustrate and abuse when he got bored ? Would she rule the creation at his side and share his throne… and his bed ? It used to be so easy and elementary before. When this started, she saw him as pure iniquity, a heartless monster holding her captive, the subject area of her nigh intense hatred. Now things were so complicated. She had seen a side of him that she didn't want to see, a homo side that extinguished her hatred.

Sister Olivia sat in her cascade, trying to scrub herself clean of the soil that caked her mortal. He would come for her as he had every night. He would come up and build her biography underworld. What would he do to her tonight ? Would he torture her like a prisoner of war ? Or would he dishonor every hole in her trunk until she was drenched in her blood and his seed ? She felt like she was losing her mind. She could barely eat, instruct, or even think. And sleep ? She didn't want to sleep ; she'd rather die than sleep. She wanted to separate individual what was going on, but Xavier had forbidden her, and when she even thought of doing it, she could feel that curst neckband activate. Maybe it would be best for her to kill herself. God would interpret, right ?



summer had arrived, and with it came summer vacation. For two calendar week, bookman from abroad could go nursing home and drop meter with their family unit. For those with no home to go back to, all the schoolwork was optional for supererogatory acknowledgment, but the schooling did everything possible to maintain the students busy. stagnate hands are the Beelzebub's workshop. Sophie was standing in the string station with various former students, all boarding power train for different points across European Community. With her was Helena, saying goodbye.

"Are you sure I can't talk you into coming menage with me ? My parents would lie with to have you and my picayune sister really wants to see you again."

Helena sighed with a sad smiling and shook her head."Thank you, but I can't. cartel me, I'd give my right arm for a real vacation, but I need to do a lot extra credit work and get my degree up. But do fall in everyone my regards."

The call was given that the train to Paris was boarding, meaning it was meter for Sophie to go. Giving her Friend a tight hug, she picked up her bag and made her way onto the caravan. She slumped into her seat, sighing in bliss. Finally, she was away from this schooling, away from him.



Marian jumped from the car and tackled her older Sister, sending the two fille tumbling to the ground in the parking lot of the capital of France train station. At fourteen geezerhood of age, Marian was the spatter image of her elder Sister, with the same blond hair and blasphemous eyes, though of class, she was poor and her breasts weren't as boastfully. The two daughter hugged each other while their parents laughed, glad that the whole kinfolk was back together.

Having returned house, Sophie's pain vanished and she was happy than she had been in month. The driving force to the countryside was beautiful, with Sophie and Marian chattering in French in the backseat. Once place, 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 competitiveness with Sister Olivia. That night, she collapsed on her bed, smiling and exhausted. It felt so right to be in her own habitation, her own room, her own bed, and to be able to sleep without a roommate nearby. At last, she could relax.

TAP TAP

The phone made her physical structure tense up and her heart conflict to stick. Trembling from straits to toe, she sat up and looked around. She saw him, Xavier, hovering outside her window, with his centre glowing red and his sharp-worded teeth gleaming.

rip began to run from her eyes as she worked to pull in a single intimation of air."No ! No ! No, please ! This can't be happening ! Not here !"

Without moving his torso, Xavier floated forward. The bedroom windowpane and the paries around it dissolved from his feeling, the border glowing with lit ember as he burned his way through.

He entered her bedroom, a oceanic abyss laugh echoing from his throat."Did you really think you could fly the coop from me ? Did you really think you could run away ? That there was any place in this earthly concern that I wouldn't be ? No, you are mine. You are my hard worker, my toy, my place. I will torment you until the day I grow bored and then I will eat you like a steak dinner. Your life belongs to me. Now get up and undress."

Trying to nurse in her tears, Sophie got to her substructure and pulled off her nightgown, then did the Sami with her bra and panties. She got on all tetrad 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 words pierced her chest like bullets of ice.

"No… no, you can't mean…"

Laughing, Xavier strode to her door. Screaming in awe, Sophie tried to stop him, but he snapped his fingers and activated her collar. She fell to her knees, the demonic restraint draining her military strength and weighing down on her.

"Please, I'm mendicancy you ! Not my sister ! Not Marian ! I'll do whatever you want ! Just delight don't hurt her !"

"Oh, don't trouble, at least now you won't have to go through this alone."

He left her bedroom and made his way down the colored antechamber. He was using his powers to put Sophie's parents in a deep coma, and without any neighbor nearby, no supporter would come. He arrived at Marian's 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 blood ran cold with terror. She sat up and scrambled against the wall, knowing that this man was malign."Who are you ? ! What do you want ? !"

"I'm your new victor. As for what I want, I want you."

He moved across the room, engulfed in a fog-like shadow. Marian screamed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm and used his early hand to rip off her nightie and underwear. She writhed in his grip, completely bare and with tears running down her face.

"My, my, what a beautiful body you have. I'm going to enjoy sampling it."

He then loosened his bag and allowed her to err justify. She rushed into the vestibule and began banging on her parents'door, but zero she could do would ever wake them. She then ran to Sophie's room and saw her on the base, naked like herself and with the collar glowing.

"Run, Marian !"

More terrified than ever in her life, she sprinted downstairs and outside, not even bothering to put her horseshoe on. Xavier stepped out the front threshold and watched her run, the moonlight shining on her pale skin. Gasping for air and struggling to fight the weight of the collar, Sophie collapsed beside him, having dragged herself from her room.

"Watch this."Xavier held up his hand, and out in the fields surrounding Sophie's home, Marian tripped as if caught in a trap. She screamed, feeling an unseeable force dragging her dorsum towards the house."Now, go out there and bestow her to me."

Sophie looked at him, mortified by this command."No ! I won't let you suffer her !"

"You know neither of you can escape. As you can see, I don't even need you to institute her vertebral column. But if you don't, I will penalise the two of you. Everything you've suffered until now will be nothing. I will spend the full night torturing you, taking turns so that both sister can learn the other one be pushed to the verge of craziness and decease. I will make you live on Thomas More pain in the neck than you ever thought possible, and within instant, you will beg me to brutalise her instead and let you rest. And then, I will stamp out you and your entire family."

He then released Marian, letting her get back on her feet and continue running, as well as took the weight of Sophie's arrest and founder her back her strength."You can either chase her down and drag her back so that I can rape you both, or you can stand aside and seal off your fates. Your choice."

Crying, Sophie slowly stood up and staggered off the porch. She began to run, feeling the nighttime air kissing her naked body and trying to ignore the pain sensation in her feet from the uneven land. She could see Marian, sprinting for dear spirit through the airfield. She wanted to run away with her with every fiber of her being, to fly the coop from that house and Xavier, but she knew that she could not take to the woods, neither of them could. Xavier would have his way with them, and all she could do was try to lay aside 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 flat coat. Their naked bodies 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 damage us !"

"I know, but he'll do spoilt if we don't obey ! I'm sorry ! I'm so dark ! We have to do what he says !"

She got to her base, pulling Marian with her. Her younger sis struggled with everything she had, slapping and kicking Sophie, but she would not resign her. She began dragging her back to the house, knowing exactly what Xavier was going to do. How had her life become so horrible ? Here she was, betraying her sister, the mortal she loved more than anyone else in the world. Now she was forcefully dragging her to this teras so that he could violate them. The whole time, Marian struggled against her, even when she picked her up and carried her on her shoulder. By the sentence they had returned to Saint Francis Xavier, she had calmed down, petrified with fear and helplessness. The two sisters stood before him, able to see his maniacal smile even in the dark.

"well aren't you a cute niggling thing ? This is going to be a fun night."He turned to Sophie."You two got dirty out there. assume her to the lav and fresh yourselves up."He then reached between Marian's legs and felt her vagina. The Brigham Young girl whimpered and clung to her sister."Also, plane 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 split, while Sophie, trying to maintain some form of her equanimity, got a damp flannel and began rubbing her down.

"Why ? Why are you doing this ? Why do we sustain 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 touch you. If we don't do this, he'll do so a great deal bad. Please, just think of that I'm doing this so that we'll check alive. 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 bathroom and returned to Sophie's room. Saint Francis Xavier was there, looking out at the countryside through the hole he had burned in the wall. He had already taken off his clothes.

He turned to them and smiled."You both look terrified. Sophie, to help ease your short sister's fear, how about we show her what I'm going to do with her. Let her warm up to it. starting signal by giving me some love with your mouth."Reluctantly forsaking her sister's side, Sophie took a footprint forward, but Xavier stopped her."No, crawl like the bitch you are."

Accustomed to his cruelty, she got down onto her mitt and knee joint and crawled over to Xavier. She was trembling in overplus, 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 voicelessness, not wanting Marian to hear her."Please, Master, let me suck your cock."

"Sorry, I couldn't quite listen you. verbalize up."

She looked up at him and took a trembling breath."Please, master key ! Let me fellate your cock !"

"goodness girl, go ahead."

As she had been forced to clip and time again, she began rolling his erect manhood around in her backtalk, lathering it with her tongue and then sucking it unobjectionable of her saliva. Xavier put his mitt on the top of her head, smirking as she labored to pleasure him. He looked at Marian, staring into her dreadful eyes. Her whole body was trembling, feeling him size of it 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 oral cavity with this man's penis. Xavier grabbed Sophie by the neck and threw her onto the bed. With her on her back, he forced her wooden leg apart and made her cry out as he entered her. From there, a uninterrupted 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 entrance to her womb or the gaze of her sister as she was raped. She was holding onto the bed tightly, wishing her boob would stop bouncing with every thrust. Marian was staring at her, knowing that it had to be really painful by the speech sound her babe was making.

"It feels just, 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. ejaculate on, cum, you know you want to."

As miserable as she was, Sophie could not abnegate his words. Her kernel had hardened to the revilement, and with the psychological pain disappearing over time, she was left with pure physical sentience. She hated it, it made her require to die, she was in aguish beyond speech, and yet… it still felt good. She turned to Marian, staring back at her, waiting for her old sister to do something brave, something to show that she was fighting back or resisting in some way. Maybe she could still save her. But no, she was powerless, both against Xavier and her own torso.

She could sense it, an climax welling. She would leave anything for it not to pass off, but it was boiling inside her. Sensing it, Xavier suddenly changed view, going from standing perpendicular over her consistence, to lying down and embracing her in the missionary spatial relation. She knew exactly what he was doing, what he was trying to make her do, but she couldn't stop. With the waves of pleasure building in loudness, she was forced to restrain onto him, less like her rapist and more like her lover. At close, she screamed, feeling euphoria flood her body in a sensual explosion.

Saint Francis Xavier stood up, leaving Sophie limp and panting. He turned to Marian."feeling at her, flavour at the pathetic animal your sister has become. She's zero but a composition of meat for me to envelop around my cock. I've completely broken her, and I'll falling out you the same way."

He looked down at Sophie and gave her a smack to wake her up."Get on top of your sister the same way I was on top of you. I want her to see the look on your face when nookie you in the ass."

Rubbing her face to ease the sting from her smack, she crawled to her sis."M-Marian, I-I need you to lie down."

Her voice was so low that even Xavier struggled to hear her. Trembling, Marian lied down on her back and Sophie got on top of her. The two sisters were unable to await at each other and were shuddering from the smell of their naked torso pressed together. They truly loved each other, but even sibling love could not fully compete with the incestuous awkwardness of full nipple-on-nipple contact. Sophie lifted herself up a fiddling, just enough so that at to the lowest degree their stomachs weren't touch, but that just reminded them out how their breasts were rubbing together.

Sophie winced as she felt Saint Francis Xavier compact 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 sister's."Please, remember that I love you."

"Sophie…"

The here and now was broken when Sophie cried out in pain from Saint Francis Xavier forcing himself into her bunghole. He had been wet with the juice from her pussy, but it was not enough to facilitate the burning friction. Continuing to urinate her cry, he began thrusting into her at broad effectiveness and speed. Marian clung to her, wishing there was some way to help her sister and allay the pain, but as her voice began to change, she realized that she wasn't moaning in agony. Almost immediately,"oh no"and"no, please"became"oh God !"and"oh yes !"with her heart rolling back into her school principal and her knife hanging out. She had never seen this aspect on Sophie's nerve, her Sister, who had planned to be a nun, now wearing the masquerade of pure depravity.

Xavier grabbed her radiocarpal joint and pulled them back like reins, using that hold to slam her onto his cock."Say it, say how much you love it."

Sophie didn't respond, wanting to retain one tag of self-worth. Xavier answered her silence with a hard smack on her ass, making her unit small body tremble.

"I love it ! I love getting my ass raped !"

He let go of her radiocarpal joint and she collapsed on top of Marian. She wasn't bothering to take herself up, and with each gibe Xavier made against her, she was pushed forward, leaving Marian to be smothered by her sister's breasts. It didn't take long for her to cum, at which point he allowed himself to give up himself inside her. Sophie collapsed on her position and Xavier moved over to Marian, hovering his dick over her face.

"Go on, suck it. It's your turn."

"No ! Get away from me ! I won't do it !"

A twitch of angriness crossed his facial expression, and like a striking snaked, he reached out and grabbed Sophie's the right way breast, squeezing brutally hard. Sophie gave a bloodcurdling wow of agony and tried to perpetrate away, but Xavier's hold on her was like iron. With binge in her eyes, Marian tried to unloose her sister but Xavier smacked her across the face.

"There is only one way to discontinue this. I suggest you make up your brain, because I may just rip her tit off and eat it in social movement of you."

rallying cry, Marian opened her back talk and let Xavier stick in himself into her. The taste of her sister's asshole was sulphurous, and the moment his peter touched her glossa, 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 mother fucker. Xavier soon increased his mercilessness, forcing his putz all the way into her throat and holding it there. Marian struggled against him, choking on his manhood. She grabbed Sophie's arm, nonverbally begging her sister to facilitate her.

"blockage it, you'll kill her !"

"Don't vexation, I know when to stop."

He waited for a minute until finally pulling out, with Marian immediately vomiting onto the storey and desperately filling her lungs with air.

"Your sis 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 share. metre for me to pop that cherry of yours."

At his Holy Scripture, Sophie grabbed her sister and pulled her to the far street corner of the bed, trying to shield her."Please, I'm mendicancy you ! Let her go ! Let her keep on 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 flourish gag."Well, well, what do you know ? Your dearest for your niggling sis has touched my eye. I'll be lenient and give you a alternative. First, orbit under the bed and take hold of the low matter you feel."

Her hired man quivering, Sophie reached under the bed and the blood drained from her face. She pulled out a double-ended dildo with a clothing harness.

"Here's your choice : either I can hire her virginity or you can."

Her shoulders shaking, she began to cry while wringing the leather strap of the harness. Marian looked back and Forth River at Sophie and Xavier, unsure of which was worse.

"Ok… I'll do it."

Marian grasped her arm, terrified."Please ! Please don't do this to me !"

"tinker's dam it, would you rather he do it ? !"

Marian shied away from her, feeling like she was all alone in this. She watched as Sophie inserted one end of the dildo in her pussycat 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…'

Saint Francis Xavier turned to Marian with a grin."Lie back, open your legs, and get gear up to feel your sister's love oceanic abyss inside you."

Marian did as she was told and assumed the position, with Sophie leaning over her."I'm so good-for-nothing, I'm so sorry for all of this. I never should have come rest home. Please, forgive me for this."

"Oh, storage area on. That dildo will have a hard time entering her when she's dry. How about you put your oral fissure to work and get her dainty and wet ?"

She looked to Saint Francis Xavier, wanting to blink him a regard of pure hatred, but her will was too weaken. 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 sister's pussy as if she had done it a G meter before.

"Don't ! That berth is dirty !"

She tried to push Sophie back but she held on, working her tongue in Marian's pussy. The honourable revulsion was almost too much for her to deal. She wanted to die, the taste of her sister's pussy filling her mouth like poison. No one should ever do something so sinful. While she licked her sister out, Saint Francis Xavier put his cock back in her mouth. She gave in easier this sentence, and tried to put in Sir Thomas More enthusiasm so that he wouldn't choke her with it again. All three of them could hear the low squeaks and whimper coming from Marian as the smell of Sophie's clapper in her kitty became more and More intense. As horrifying as the situation was, her body was reacting to it.

"Ok, that'll do. Sophie, fuck her."

Sitting up, Sophie wiped the snatch juice off her mouth, needing a moment to regain her genial 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 pussy, and immediately she began to writhe and cry from the size of it of it. Saying she was sorry over and over again, Sophie slowly pushed it in another inch while cupping her babe's cheek to try and solace her. She stopped at that degree, not sure 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 nerve ?"

He climbed onto the bed and got behind her. Before she could ask what he was going to do, he inserted himself into her motherfucker. Sophie gagged, ineffectual to describe the adept of being double-teamed by Saint Francis Xavier and the dildo. She felt like she could barely breath, like there was a balloon of some form expanding in her pelvis. Saint Francis Xavier pulled out just over halfway and then slammed himself back in, turning the three of them into a Newton's provenience and forcing Sophie oceanic abyss into her sister.

Marian screamed at the top of her lungs as the blood of her hymen trickled out and stained the bed tabloid."Oh, it hurts ! It hurts so a great deal !"

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 feel 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 filename extension, 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 eff Marian in the pussy. He was essentially wearing Sophie as a prophylactic to know her sis. She tried to restrain up with him, often feeling like she was pulling out of Marian by pushing herself against Xavier's cock and pulling herself off him by pushing into Marian. How did it all come to this, being forced to dishonor her babe while she herself was being sodomized ?

But then something happened, something that chilled Sophie's blood and made her want to discombobulate up. Marian's whimpers of pain and anguish were turning into moan of pleasure, and instead of watchword, she had a drunken smile on her face.

"Oh yes, harder ! rich !"

She even began slurring in French, begging her sis to go the dildo in her pussy.

"No ! Marian ! You don't know what you're saying !"

"Oh Sophie, aspect at how grown up she has become. To think it would be so easy to wrench her. It seems that your sugariness and innocent little sister has been hiding something from you. Do you like it, Marian ? Do you like getting fucked ?"

"Yes ! I like getting fucked !"

Smirking, Saint Francis Xavier pulled his cock out of Sophie, then moved over to Marian and forced it into her lip."Do a good job cleaning it and I'll shag you as hard as you want."

She did as she was told, eager to feel a very cock in her ruin prick. She sucked on his manhood with more ebullience that her sister had ever shown with Sophie watching her with letdown. ‘ Marian, what has he done to you ?'

He then shoved Sophie aside and took her place, forcing herself into Marian's pussy. Grabbing her hips, it took him only a moment to exercise up to a speedy pounding, making her moan in happiness as he violated her small torso. Sophie watched them, having lost the strength to move. Over and over again, Marian would beg him to be even rougher, to fuck her harder. She had spent her whole lifespan protecting her little sister, both her body and her innocence, and in a single Nox, Xavier had turned her into a hysterical slut.

"I love untried miss, their voices are so pure when they scream. You can feel the actual crime of defiling them, turning their beautiful fiddling bodies into cum dumpsters. Say it, say what you are."

He didn't have to do anything to force her to utter, she was already wrapped around his finger.

"I'm your cum dumpster !"

"Good girl, now let's depict your babe that beautiful tone on your face."

They changed place, getting into the doggy-style and both faced Marian. Reinserting himself into her, Xavier pulled back on her radiocarpal joint like he had done with Sophie and increased the brutality of his poking, using his shaft as a weapon to indulge her almost masochistic euphoria. Her body was not ready to be fucked this hard, but her nous had broken under the imperativeness and she could not tell the deviation between pleasure and pain. Sophie watched them, petrified and ashamed. The feel on Marian's face, the way she grinned with her clapper hanging out and her center rolled back, it made her palpate sick. Was that the look she had worn when Saint Francis Xavier was sodomizing her ?

Saint Francis Xavier snapped his fingers and invisible hands grabbed Sophie, pulling away the strap-on and dragging her across the bed with her stage spread. Before Sophie could stop him, he grabbed the backbone of Marian's head and pushed her face into her sis's kidnapping. Acting on instinct, 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 centre locking while she used her knife to drink in her older sister's essence. Sophie could see it, the expiration of all sentiency of rationality. Did Marian even recognize her ? Her infant babe was gone, having been replaced with this mindless whore.

The jabbing stopped as Xavier came, filling Marian with his semen."Now, let's see if you're as much of an anal lady of pleasure as Sophie."

He again switched positions, this clip lying on his back with Marian on top of him, still facing Sophie with her feet on his knees. Regaining his erection, he jammed himself into her virgin son of a bitch and began bucking his hip joint like a jackhammer, increasing the volume of her moan of ecstasy. This was her first gear meter doing anal retentive, but to her it was heaven.

"Sophie, flavor at her. expect 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 a great deal she fought and screamed and begged you to serve her ? Aren't you glad you delivered her to me on a silver platter so that I could turn her into my new slave ?"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 clobber it up."

Her will unwrap, Sophie leaned forward and began drinking Xavier's cum out her little baby's deflowered pussy, still able to taste the rakehell from her fall in Hymen. He soon had another orgasm, shooting his lading deep into Marian's anus. He turned her over and spread her ass brass, letting Sophie see the white slime slowly running out of her pucker asshole.

"And lap her clean here too."

Clutching herself, Sophie worked up the courage to verbalize."Why ? Why are you doing this to us ?"

His demeanor changing, Xavier threw Marian down onto the floor. He lunging for Sophie and he grabbed her by the throat with a strangling traveling bag. As she gasped for breath, his rump expression turned back into a sadistic grin. He took a moment to lick the tear off her side and then answered her."Ask Helena."





Chapter 11



From the day Saint Francis Xavier got the flat, Lily had been hard at work on her back, on her knee joint, and on all fours, letting endless stranger have their way with her. She had been nervous at first-class honours degree, 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, and then get cook for the next guy. Xavier would derive back in the evening with food and giving, claiming he had spent the day in use at 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 giving kept her glad and docile. They would eat, have sex, and then he would leave to go back to the school to"ward off hunch ”. Then more men would occur and love her. She never had adequate sentence to be bored or even leave the apartment. She was always in the bedroom, letting alien brutalize her, always with idea of Saint Francis Xavier in her mind.



Lily's body was completely drained of strength, yet her arms continued to pump as she jacked off the two men. A thirdly had his cock in her backtalk, a one-quarter was fucking her pussycat, and a fifth part was sodomizing her. The apartment was filled with men, all eagerly awaiting their turn with the young cyprian. She had been selling her body 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 patrician. They merely laughed at her and some other man would force himself into a bruised porta.

Her only repose came when she passed out, and she would wake up the same way she fell asleep, with some stranger raping her. Her abdomen was literally full of cum, the exclusively 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 cum and venter acid and foster dirty the sticky bed. Her snatch and anus were in Lapp State, 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 mouthpiece sore beyond description.

At this pointedness, her mind was just a fuzz. She didn't remember her epithet, her past, or anything outside of this room. She no longer make out that they were supposed to be paying her for this. She didn't live how long they had been using her. She only remembered seeing the sun fall, rise, and fall again. Xavier had never come back in that meter. Her whole body detriment, and every clock time a man thrust into her, it felt like she was being penetrated with violate meth. Regardless, she was too exhausted and her mind was too burned out for her to cry.

Some man would approach the semen-drenched bed, force her over, and on instinct, she would spread her peg so that he could ram himself inside her and start jab. When someone stuck his cock in her face, she would get sucking it with the science of an Amsterdam streetwalker. Sometimes it would be easy and she would only make to contend with one or two men at a time. to the highest degree of the fourth dimension, though, they all ganged up on her and she would induce to hold them in grouping like right now. When she became too disgusting, some man would toss away her into the exhibitioner and hose her off like an animal, then drag her back to the bedroom and rapine her.

How long had this been going on ? How long would it continue ?



"Ugh, what a mess."

Xavier had entered the apartment, now empty, with Lily passed out on the bed. He stood over her, her small trunk caked with dry semen, making her feel like a snake in the grass shedding its skin. Sighing in disgust, he snapped his digit and she was bathed in flames, cleansing her body while her internal injuries were healed. The flames vanished and he checked her pulse. He was surprised to rule her still alive. He was for sure they had raped her to death. He also healed her brain, erasing the normally irreversible mental injury. With her body and mind rejuvenated, she slowly woke up.

"Xavier ? Is that you ?"

"Hey dearest, looks like you've been busy."

"Yeah. I made a lot of money for us."

"trade good girl. Now do what some erotic love ?"

She gave a tired nod and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. Xavier got undressed and got on top of her, fucking her with the same rowdiness as the dozens of men who had stood in that apartment before him.



vacation had come to an end, and for Helena, it wasn't nearly as bad as she had feared. Saint Francis Xavier had given her distance, but when he did slither into her life, he was form. He had talked her into going onto another two date with him, they sparred three more sentence, and the uncollectible he did was stool pigeon into her bed a few times and finger her. To think that she had become so wonted to being molested by the Antichrist ...

What had originally been a traumatizing repugnance was now a simple bother. Considering everything else he had done to her, she knew to just pick her engagement, let him stimulate his way, and try not to have an climax. 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 normal man doing this, she would take exploded in passion and beaten him to last, but since he wasn't something that she would agitate back against, she almost felt no need to be angry. When he touched her, she reacted with the same horizontal surface of hurt as if she had to take the air in the rain. It was just a component part of her life and she should just be sword lily it wasn't worse.

capital of Montana was now lying in bed, bored out of her mind. She had done all the extra credit employment she could and studied until her head hurt. There was goose egg left to do but wait for Sophie to come household. She had no mind what prison term she was coming back. If she knew when her gearing was coming in, she could have met her at the post. The clicking of a key in the threshold lock made her sit up in excitement, glad her ally was back. The door opened and capital of Montana lost her smile, seeing the flavour on Sophie's face. She was practically shooting daggers from her optic. Oh God, there was only one matter that could make her so enraged…

Sophie stepped into the way 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 address.

It was Sophie who broke the muteness."Why has Saint Francis Xavier been raping me ?"

The way she spoke, it was more like an accusal than a enquiry. 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 fuck did you do to make believe him do this to me ? !"

The strait of her friend curse left Helena momentarily stunned."I was your roomy, that's what I did. Sophie, do you experience what he is ?"She shook her foreland."He's the Antichrist. I don't know what he's doing here or what he's trying to accomplish, but the day I met him… he said that he had developed a liking for me and wanted to make me his queen when he took over the world. I refused, and ever since then, he's been tormenting me and playing judgment games with me to try and win me over."

Angry rip began to fall from Sophie's heart."So that's it ? He's been torturing me simply to get to you ? I've been a slave because you didn't want to be a queen ? !"

Helena bolted to her feet, her optic watery like Sophie's."Do you guess he hasn't tormented me as well ? ! Every fourth dimension 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 put down myself ! He gave you a collar, didn't he ? He put one on me first !"

Sophie stood up and two booster faced each other."Do you have any melodic theme what he's put me through ? What he and my sis have put me through ? !"

Helena's anger had the breaking wind knocked out of it."Wait, your sister ?"

Sophie too calmed down a little and looked away, but her part was still entire of anger."That's right. This vacation was Hell itself."

Helena grasped Sophie's hands."What happened ? William Tell me."

Sophie sat down on her bed and Helena crouched down before her, clutching her custody and trying to ease her friend.

"He followed me to my 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 chamfer her down feather and drag her rachis so that he could breach her. He raped me first so that she could watch… then he made me wear down some big rubber thing and rent her virginity. I had to rape my picayune Sister so that he wouldn't. I thought watching Marian being fucked and sodomized was the most tragic affair 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 different person. She became a esurient harlot, always begging him to screw her harder. She became addicted to his revilement. He would come out and disappear, and when he was gone, she would ask me again and again when he would come back and let her suck his affair. For the for the first time few sidereal day, he would train turns using us. He would make me watch as Marian begged for him to cum in her ass. Marian would play with herself while she watched me get mounted from behind.

Then he got truly roughshod. He began giving Marian assignments. He turned her against me…"



Sophie was in bed, napping. She had been up half the previous night, suffering from a Ernst Boris Chain of forcefully-induced orgasms.

"Sœur, Sophie…"

She slowly stirred, hearing her sister calling her. Second 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 eye to look at her petty sister. 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 climb into the bed with her.

"I'm horny."

Marian then reached around and jammed her bridge player into her Sister's panties, working her fingers inside of her. Sophie tried to overstretch away but Marian held on, stirring her digit in her pussy.

"No ! Marian, break off ! This isn't right !"

"Xavier said this would be fun. come on, take it."

Sophie's heart 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 have you experience good."

Marian yanked down Sophie's panties and then forced the dildo into her shit. Sophie winced and continued to cry, wishing her sis would stop but not having the will to agitate her off. The rubber toy was dry, and even after all the insult her asshole had taken, the detrition was agonizing, but Marian didn't seem to care about her sister's hurting. Grabbing Sophie's hair, she began ramming her backdoor with the sex toy, her thrust increasing in strength and cruelty. Sophie cried out from both the pain of the buggery and her sister's perfidy. Marian climbed on top of her, slamming down onto her sister with her full free weight and driving the dildo as deep into her dickhead as possible.

"See sœur ? Isn't this fun ?"



"Marian became just like him. She became my foe. She would bedevil me with every chance she had. To her, it was like an innocent game. When our parents were around, she would hold in her actions and use her work force on me, forcing me to hide my response so that they wouldn't poster. When they were gone, she would rape me with that rubber thing. Xavier would show up up and she would beg him to compliment her for abusing me. Then they would gang up and double-team me for hours. I wanted to fight her off, to try and thwack some sensory faculty into her… but I just couldn't hurt her. No matter 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 pitilessness. I deserve to be punished by her."

Both Helena and Sophie were in tears, overwhelmed with their suffering but thankful they could at last lecture to each other share their feelings.

"Sophie, I'm so sad. I didn't mean for this to happen. I never wanted you to be hurt."

"How can we stop this ? How can we head for the hills from this ?"

Helena got to her feet."There is only one way I can think of."



Helena knew where to incur Xavier as if through some sixth gumption. She could feel him, his comportment in the school, and was zeroing in on his location. She at last met him on the quadruplet, where he was dozing under a shady tree.

"All right, I give in."

He opened one eye and looked at her."Excuse me ?"

Helena clutched herself, staring at the earth with her teeth clenched."I'll become your poove. I'll do whatever you want. Just please, leave everyone else alone."

"No deal."

She looked up at him, feeling the ground falling away from under her metrical foot."What ?"

Xavier stood up and strode over to her."You heard me. I don't accept your offering. 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 whole point of tormenting Sophie ? Weren't you trying to blackmail me by holding her hostage ?"

"Of course of instruction not. That would be too light. 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 think me your enemy. We'll be in bed, our bodies intertwined, and you'll be thinking ‘ full me than Sophie ’."

"But then… why ? Why would you offend her like this ? ! Why would you sour her and her babe against each early ?"

"That was actually totally unexpected. I never would have guessed she would release into such an obedient picayune 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 chin, looking into her tearful eyes."Or the fact that I lied to you ? Helena, I'm the Antichrist. What could possibly make you think that you can think me when I say"trust me"? I originally made Sophie my dupe to weaken your resolve, scupper you to depravity, and use her to make you go through those test. I resumed tormenting her simply so that I could lie to you."

capital of Montana fell to her knees, robbed of her strength."Why ?"

"Instead of asking me why, ask yourself. Why did you trust me ? Why did you conceive me ? Why did you believe me over your own instincts ? It's because you needed to find some good in me. You needed to find some redeemable aspect in me so that you could use it to justify your notion. No matter how much you resist it, you have developed notion for me. You hate me because you think you're supposed to and your pride and impression are telling you that I am your enemy, but your nerve can not wrick away. You know this, so you tried to rationalize 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 auricle and shook her head."No ! No, that's not true ! I hate you with every fiber of my being ! You're evil ! You're a devil ! You hurt the the great unwashed I care about !"

Saint Francis Xavier grabbed her by her shoulders and dragged her to her foundation as if her consistency was weightless."Then why did you grinning and laugh on our appointment ? Why was I able to make you happy ? When you thought I had erased Sophie's memories and stayed away from her, you struggled to find a rational reason to hate me. No matter what you had seen me do, the fact that I was able to clean it all up and not leave even a unity scar behind slowly crept into your psyche. You began to agnize that it wasn't nearly as big a good deal as you thought."

He dropped her back to the dry land and snapped his fingers, with a small spark of darkness pop."There, I just erased her memory board of everything I or her babe did to her and replaced her with happy ones. She'll look back on that holiday and grinning at all the timbre fourth dimension she spent with her crime syndicate. 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 fingers over and over again."Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. Happy. Sad. See how insignificant it all is ? All the suffering she's gone through can completely disappear and she can be even happier than before."

"You can't just deny everything you did to her ! All of the pain you've inflicted !"

"What pain in the neck ? She has no cicatrice, her virginity has returned, and right now she's thinking back to eating dinner with her kinfolk. She doesn't even know I exist. back habitation, her sister is the dulcet and pure-hearted girl she was before she met me. Does it matter now what I might have done to her ? Tell me, which would be more evil ? Torturing her and making her miserable every day of her life sentence, then on her deathbed, devote her retentivity of the glad and most carry out life she could birth possibly lived, or to let her go that glad life history, then on her deathbed, give her memories of absolute perdition ?

Half of world is what happens, the former one-half is how we perceive it. Right now, what you think I did to her is naught More than a fantasy, a delusion. According to her, she's been happy all this fourth dimension and nothing bad has happened. People don't aid about the real earth. They simply manage about their own happiness. They want the matter that make them glad, even if they aren't tangible. It's why it's so hard to convince someone that they're ill-timed or break them free of their political orientation. They don't precaution about reality, as long as they can stay to survive in the delusion that they are right field. It's the same affair when they say they want the truth. They don't really want the verity. They just want what they want to get a line to be the truth."

Helena didn't reply, having no idea what she was supposed to say. Xavier's words had smothered the flames of her anger. Her heart still ached from the botheration she knew Sophie had gone through, but if Saint Francis Xavier really had erased her memories… was that painfulness even literal ?

"Like I said, the real reason you're furious isn't because I hurt your friend. You're raging because I lied to you. I will say, though, that that was the 1st 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."



capital of Montana didn't know how Saint Francis 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 go ? I would be disappointed if you said no to me in the church and never bothered to actually think afterwards."

"I won't do it."

"Tell me why."

"Because you're evil, because you hurt people. How could I ever love person as demented as you ?"

"You love God, and he isn't any better. In Africa, a thousand nipper will die today from war, from disease, from starvation. They'll cling to the Book that the missioner gave them out of guilt feelings for living their rich, white animation in leisure. They'll be told that God loves them while they suffer. In some country in Eastern European Community, a single mother with three children will be raped by a constabulary military officer. She'll grip her rood-tree and beg God to save her. No answer comes, even when she finds out she's pregnant, when she's denied an abortion, and when she dies from complication in the gestation and leaves her fry to be snatched up and sold into slavery. In the hospital three miles away, your Quaker lies in what would have been an irreversible coma. He had suffered debilitating brain damage that would have left him as a vegetable until he died of old age or his pancreatic cancer got him. He was a man of the church, a priest who helped 100 of children like you find a home in rosewood University, yet God didn't protect him, heal him, or save him. I did."

He could see the effect of his words on her, the detectable accent on Helena's face.

"Your words won't destroy my faith."

Xavier reached into a minuscule tin in the middle of the table and pulled out a cabbage parcel. He mixed it into his umber."Back during WWII, I spent some time in Germany. I watched as Nazi exterminated Jews, gypsies, the incapacitate, and former chemical group of hoi polloi. The citizens of Deutschland watched it materialize. They did aught to terminate it. Everyday multitude lived just down the road from concentration camps, knowing exactly what was going and not caring at all. In racial extermination, those mass are called the bystanders. They watch as something terrible happens and do naught to stop it. If a new genocide were to happen, would you be a bystander ? Would you sit quietly by while mass were murdered in battlefront 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 means that we can not possibly understand."

"What form of design could contain men being slaughtered, charwoman being raped, and nestling being enslaved ? If that is his plan, then doesn't that mean he not only allows those crimes to transpirate, but actually commits them ? If I really am the enemy of God, why doesn't he discontinue me ? How many women do you remember have begged God to save them from me ? Over vacation, your best admirer sobbed as she choked on my hammer and her little sis raped her from behind. She prayed for God to stop me, but he did nothing."

"No, you're amiss !"

"Then help me. Tell me the truth. There are three opening : he doesn't have the power to stop cataclysm and is thereby incompetent and infirm ; he simply doesn't care about suffering and is inert, looking down on mankind like you are ant or bacteria ; or he actually enjoys watching multitude wallow in torment and gets his rocks off in creating human beings simply to inflict pain on them, and is sadistic."

"God isn't like that !"

"How would you sleep together ? Have you ever spoken to God ? Have you ever met God ? You know cipher about him and you refuse to know anything that goes against your fantasy. It's just like I told you before : people don't care about reality, only about what makes them happy and lets them experience right. allow it : I'm the only potential test copy you have that God even exists. Without me, you'd have naught to go on but what citizenry have told you about him, and even then, you ignore all the bad stuff and nonsense. You're Catholic, you know the story of Job. My Fatherhood was able to convince God to torment an innocent man just to examine a pointedness. Does that speech 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 annoyance moved across his face, and when he spoke, it was with anger."Don't do that. Don't skin behind your bible and shrug me off. heed to me not as the Antichrist, but as a man. This is supposed to be a debate. You're supposed to counter my claim with a lucid arguing of your own, not shed a temper tantrum. If you want to continue to pass up me, fine, but don't do it by acting like a toddler. At least Thomas Aquinas put some rationality into his argumentation. Don't be some mindless drone. You're better than that."

Regardless of her hatred of him, the way he spoke to her made capital of Montana embarrassed. It was the same way she felt when a teacher scolded her.

Saint Francis Xavier ordered another coffee and calmed down before he resumed speaking."You didn't suffice my master motion. Have you really considered my pass ? Have you thought it through ? Or have you just blocked it out of your head and equated it to ceasing to exist ?"

"I… I… I don't know. I just… can't seem to see it."

"I'm odd, how well do you visualize yourself as becoming a phallus of the Swiss people Guard ? Have you truly planned it through ? Did you constantly fantasize about it before you met me ? Were you able to visualize everything that you would do and what your life would be ? Or all this prison term, have you not been advancing towards your goal, but simply clinging to it ? Are you actually looking towards the future tense, or is your claim of joining the Swiss Guard just a defense mechanism when someone asks you what your architectural plan are and you realize you have no idea ? What does the future mean for you ?"

The fire in her middle flared back up."I've always been resolute in my goal, and your whoremonger won't change that."

Xavier stared her, his font unreadable."I want to see if that's true. fall on, let's go somewhere more private."



Having paid for their coffee berry, Xavier took her to a pipe down area 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 judgement creates when you imagine your future."

"Wait… you mean register my mind ? ! No way ! Never !"

"Relax, I won't dig into anything. Besides, I let you into my mind, remember ? All of those memory I shared with you ? Just think of it as putting on a presentation. You won't show me anything you don't want to."

Even after everything that had happened between them, Helena struggled to find a reason to say no. She wanted to say it, she knew she should, but when she looked at him, she couldn't think of why.

"Ok, but no unearthly stuff."

Xavier gave a belittled smile and reached out towards her. She scrunched herself up, fearing his tactual sensation, but strangely became settle down when Xavier placed his hired hand on her cheeks, so gently she almost didn't feel him at first. His palms were lovesome. With the connection made, she felt a TV channel open up in her psyche, like Xavier had just put a windowpane in her frontal bone and all her thoughts could be seen. Not wanting to show him anything he could use against her, she focused only on her dream.

The ikon appeared before her thinker's eye, and she knew Xavier could see it. She was standing at the Catholic Pope's side, carrying a ceremonial halberd and dressed in the uniform of the Swiss safety device with a look of stoic superbia on her face. But… that was it. Try as she might, she couldn't deepen the fancy beyond that. For a mo, an image of her and her fellow guards fighting off assailants flashed in her mind, but was crushed by her rational mind questioning the likeliness of such an event actually happening. After all, when was the lastly time the Pope had been attacked ?

"I thought as much. Joining the Swiss safeguard isn't your very goal. It's just the best you can come up with. You're afraid of leaving Rome but you have nothing to go on but your faith, so you want something that will let you put your violent zealotry to use. It's not the future that you're looking towards ; you're just desperate for a way to remain in the present."

Helena didn't respond, realizing now that there was undeniable truth to his dustup. Before, that double of her in that uniform had been all the motivation she needed, but now Xavier was showing her the hollowness she had always ignored.

"Now, how would care to see your future tense if you join me ?"

Before she could serve, the world around them was blurred and distorted as if they were phasing out into a line of latitude universe. It was just like Xavier's memory, but now when reality solidified, they had moved forward in sentence. capital of Italy wasn't very different from what it was in the present, but it did look more… militarized. The buildings had all been reinforced, as if expecting a howitzer onslaught, and walking by the bench was a group of soldiers, all wearing suits of armor that incorporated Kevlar with the metal plating. On their chest were the three sixes of Xavier's brand name, and their artillery of option were machine gunslinger with scimitars attached, worn on the arm and resembling a lobster claw.

Saint Francis Xavier stood up and held out his bridge player to Helena."This is five years in the future of the humanity we'll rule together. Shall we take a look ?"

Slowly, she took his hand.



Helena had to accept, Italian capital didn't look bad at all. Xavier had told her that he wanted to rule the domain instead of destroy it, and even then, she had expected inferno on earth and the suffering and torture of every human being on the planet by bloody-minded demons. She didn't see any of that. lifespan in the urban center looked no different from before. The citizenry appeared kind of despondent, but that just came with the territory.

"Let me pretend, you assumed fateful skies, lakes of fervidness, and the captivity of all mankind ?"

Helena turned to him, having been awestruck by the sight of the fully restored Amphitheatrum Flavium."Um… yeah."

"Well, had I been alone in taking over the world, it would experience been a little bit like that. There would be a lot of rakehell and a lot of suffering. But you were with me and took it upon yourself to right the legal injury of the man. Everyone on Earth now gets free lodging and healthcare and nobody goes hungry. There are no war because all the nation have been united under our rule. The"res publica"still have elected officials, but since you and I control everything, they merely delegate our principle, taking all of the braggadocio out of government and making it so much Thomas More civil and easy than before. Think about it, no deadlock, no company, and no rhetoric. functionary are elected based on their competency rather than their falsify promise. I'm the Antichrist and even I think that's great."

"But the the great unwashed don't feel very happy."

"Oh please, you act like everyone smiles all the time in the veridical cosmos. The but reason the people in the future would be unhappy is because their rule is the Antichrist. They cling to the old Judeo-Christian belief system and carry on to mean that they would somehow achieve a world better than the one you and I have given them. Their only trouble is that the media is forestall from use of rhetoric and can't criticize the kingdom. As long as they say naught bad about us and don't try to conjure a rising, free speech 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 controversy against him. The world was dingy 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 world ?

"Come on, I want to point you the material reason why I brought you here."

Taking her by the hand, he led her to the Vatican. St. Peter's Square and the Roman basilica had been remodeled to see more like a castling, with all the statues of nonesuch and angels removed. Soldiers patrolled the area like ant, not all of them human. Demons, absolved as day, could be seen moving in and out of shadows, no different from the gargoyle statues on the roofs of cathedrals. This human race was just an head game, so naught so much as glanced at them as they made their way to the incoming. About to step inside, the gonging of church bells echoed across the city. Helena looked up, hearing powerful wing flaps, and felt her jaw hang slack.

The sky was filled with fiend, flying over Rome like migratory Bronx cheer. Among them was a dragon, right out of a fantasy novel, as declamatory as a 747 and with a dead body like sterling silver. capital of Montana couldn't quite see from this distance, but it looked like there was someone on its back. Was that… Saint Francis Xavier ?

"come on, let's go inside."

They made their way into the basilica, and as they crossed through the grand Charles Francis Hall, capital of Montana looked back as the ash grey dragon landed in St. tool's Square. She watched as the disguised passenger got off the firedrake's back and rubbed it under its Chin. The grand duomo was filled with people, either soldiers standing guard or bureaucrats handling the paperwork of the monarchy. Xavier came to a sudden blockage and capital of Montana bumped into him, nearly falling to the story. She looked preceding him and her eyes widened. Underneath the independent Lord's table of the basilica were two can, 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 appear practically older. Helena couldn't deny that he was very handsome. He had a sly smirk on his fount, looking straight through capital of Montana and the existent Saint Francis Xavier. But if he was there, then who was…

The sound of trumpets echoed through the basilica and one of the safety device called out."All hail faggot Helena !"

There, striding down the hallway towards them was her future self. Helena stared at the adult female before her, unable to even greet her. Having removed her helmet, the hereafter Helena was even more beautiful than the original, with her crimson hair now hanging down the length of her back. But it was more than just her appearance that struck capital of Montana. It was… the gloriole her future ego seemed to consume. The way she walked, that positive smirk on her side, that right glimmer in her eye, the majestic shine to her hair ; it gave her a command authority that a woman so young could never possess in the real domain. capital of Montana almost felt intimidated by this adaptation, 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 queen mole rat walked, everyone got down on their stifle, and for a second, Helena almost did as well. Could this be true up ? Was this really the char she would become ? The future Xavier stood up and greeted the future tense capital of Montana, and the literal Helena became flushed as she watched the two of them share a passionate kiss.

"How was Russia ? I take it the rebellion was easy to crush."

"Everything stopped as soon as I got there. I almost didn't even have to get off Roroaka to scare everyone into meekness. But it was squeamish to get out for a day, and unspoilt of all, no one had to die. Still, I wish I could get gotten at least a little action."

She snapped her fingers and servants rushed over and helped remove her armor. She stood only in spandex shorts and a sports bra, and staring at her, the real capital of Montana could almost feel herself becoming a lesbian for her future tense self. That mature consistence was glorious to say the least. It practically steamed elegance and sexual confidence. And her tits ! capital of Montana thought hers were delicately now, but damn !

"well tonight, we'll spread in celebration of your victory."

The future tense capital of Montana pressed herself against him and gave him a osculation."Darling, we feast every night. How about just some Chinese and a picture on the lounge ?"

"Of course. I'll find us something good to watch."

"rightfulness now, I think I'll go see Adam. He must be hungry."

The real Helena turned to Xavier. ‘ Adam ?'she nonverbally asked.

He merely smiled.

She and Xavier followed her future self through the castle and saw her enter a guarded room. When they went in after her, Helena felt her heart skip a beat and she covered her mouth to suppress her pant. Her future self was sitting in a rocking chair by a crib with an baby in her munition. Bathed in the illumination 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 tyke, capital of Montana felt her whole domain become turned upper side down. At that second, she seemingly forgot everything she knew and thought. Never in her life-time had she been so… entranced, so overtake with emotions. A baby ? She would really… sustain a baby ? Not once in her lifetime had she ever given any thought into having shaver. She had always planned on giving her spirit to the church and being married only to her job, but seeing that child in the branch of her future self made her flavour more desperate to have 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 conjuring trick created by Saint Francis Xavier, a mere fantasy, but to her, that child was the genuine affair in the populace. If she could just experience him squeeze her fingerbreadth with his tiny hand, hold him and smell the top of his head, she could…

She jumped in daze and pulled back, another handwriting reaching through her as if she was a hologram. The time to come Xavier had entered the elbow room and was doing what she had tried to do. She watched as he rubbed the top of Adam's head, the three of them as happy as could be.

She looked over to the real Xavier, standing in the doorway. There was a strange look on his face, sad almost. He was watching the three illusionary shape the same way she was. It was as if… this was his firstly metre seeing them. It looked almost like this was all as new to him as it was to her, and it was having the Saami effect.



After watching the three of them have dinner, the real Xavier led the very Helena upstairs, simply mimicking their future selves. In the lavish bedchamber, she watched as their illusionary similitude began kissing and stripping off each former's clothing. Her grimace was bright red from embarrassment. This was all just a fantasy of Saint Francis Xavier, but it was incredibly unnerving.

"Now we get to the real fun."

"Oh God, you're not going to make me watch this, are you ?"

"Come on, you know you want to. Just enjoy the show."

On the bed, the two grownup were completely naked with their tongues dancing. Helena was on top, riding Xavier's stopcock while he gripped her taut ass. She pulled her lips away from his, grinning as she thrust back against it.

"How does it feel to be back on your on-key can, 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 time to come Saint Francis Xavier sat up and kissed the future capital of Montana, then separated from her."I have a present for you, a new girl."

He stood up out of the bed and clapped his bridge player as if to release on a light. From a side threshold in the bedchamber, a young woman stepped out, dressed in a nightgown with nothing underneath. She was 16, short blond pilus and good-sized breasts, looking incredibly unquiet and cute as a button.

"Don't worry, she's eager to please. She just needs to be broken in a little."

capital of Montana got up out of the bed and walked over to the girl, a grinning on her look and a swaggie to her pass, as if eager to let her see her bare body. She stood before her, the female child averting her gaze from capital of Montana's round of golf tit and lusty smirk.

"Oh, very cute. What's your name ?"

"M-Millie, your highness."

"Well, Millie, you get to be our toy for a while. I know you're scared, but that's what makes it so much fun. Before long, you'll be begging for more."

She raised her script and stroked Millie's nerve, making her shiver, then held it there before the girl's mouth, inviting her. Unsure of what else she was supposed to do, Millie nervously flitted her lingua between her fingers.

"commodity girl."

capital of Montana then pulled her in presence of her and grabbed her from behind, one hand fondling Millie's white meat and the other between her legs, just as she had learned from Xavier. The girl whimpered and blushed as Helena groped her, but did not fight back.

"My, my, what a beautiful consistence you have. You're so sweet and tender, and these boob of yours are to die for."

The literal capital of Montana turned to Xavier."Ugh, you're despicable."

"Hey, you complained about it being platitudinal. In this scenario, some of my sadistic traits rub off on you and you develop a taste for female child. You love it when we take turns with them, both playing with them yourself and watching me give my way with them. Hey, this is just a illusion. It's not like we actually traveled forward in fourth dimension. It's all up to you if you end up like this. But let's watch."

The future Helena pulled Millie's nightdress away, then crouched down and began hungrily sucking on her boob. The girl panted from the sensation of capital of Montana's lips on her nipple, as well as the sweeping strokes of her natural language. She then brought her over to the bed and laid her down, with Saint Francis Xavier literally throbbing with anticipation. capital of Montana climbed on top of her, hefting her boob over Millie's face.

"Go on, you know you want to."

Slowly, Millie raised her head and began sucking on capital of Montana's breasts, just as she had done. The only deviation was that capital of Montana's soundbox was producing nourishment for her infant son, and that nourishment was now running down Millie's throat.

"Good, isn't it ? Don't be shy."

The girl began switching back and Forth River between them, drinking from one and then the former. Helena gave a flaccid moan and craned her neck, feeling not just the rim of Millie on her mamilla, but Saint Francis Xavier's tongue as he went down on her from stern. He then switched down to Millie, spreading her stage and licking her virgin Protea cynaroides.

The rattling Helena tried to turn away, but Xavier had a business firm cargo area on her shoulders.

On the bed, Saint Francis Xavier had just mounted Helena from behind, and was thrusting into her like an creature. The sound of her ass applause against his thigh was like music, with Helena crying out in X as she was both hammered and had her tits sucked.

Standing by, Xavier whispered in Helena's ear."Look at yourself, calculate at how happy you are. This is the Helena that knows how to love life story, how to have fun, how to overlook everything around her and make it her own. In the futurity you so pitifully scrapped together, you were nada but a cat's-paw, wasting your life in the serve of yet another fraud. You would pass the right years of your spirit doing nothing but standing in uniform and becoming dusty with boredom. In your future with me, you live your life to its total, basking in fulfilment with a smiling on your brass every day. You have a lie with husband, a son that you cherish, a humankind that you lead into the golden age of human beings, and your Nox filled with cacoethes and sexual euphoria.

Is this really so bad a life-time ? How long will it be before you realize that your puritanical narrow-mindedness is just getting in the way of your happiness ? That you cling to an obsolete human beings in desperate need for a change ? That you have the chance to do more than beneficial than you could ever experience done in that nonsensical uniform ?"

One the bed, the future Xavier grunted as he came, shooting jet after jet of seminal fluid into capital of Montana's muliebrity. She purred in ecstasy and moved forward. She hovered her pussy over Millie's font, the Brigham Young miss wincing as drop-off of semen fell on her face.

"come on, baby. You tasted your fagot, now you get to taste your king."

rump her, Xavier kneeled between her wooden leg and rubbed his prick against her virgin scratch."And now you get to get a woman,"he chuckled.

gift in, Millie raised her head and began to drink the semen out of capital of Montana's cunt. At the same time, Xavier deflowered her, with her voice echoing through the bedroom.

capital of Montana at death broke disengage of Xavier's grasp."Enough, I want to go home."

Saint Francis Xavier sighed and snapped his digit. The illusion disappeared, returning them to that bench in the street.

Helena turned to him, a look of choler on her expression that she had never worn before."Why ? Why do you observe coming after me ? Of all the girls in the world, why are you so obsessed with me ? There are plentifulness others who would leap out at the chance to be your queen, go ask them. Hell, daphne attacked me because she was jealous that you picked me over her ! Go put a crown on her nous ! Or are you so poor that you can't handle someone saying ‘ no'?"

He stood up off the bench and walked towards her. This was the first meter she had seen him angry, at least angry at her."Do you know the divergence between us ? What really sets us apart ? We've both spent our stallion lives lying about who we are, but at to the lowest degree I'm honest about what my heart desires. How long are you going to keep back lying to yourself ? If after all this fourth dimension, you can seem me in the eyes and honestly say you feel nothing for me, hunky-dory, I can live with that. But what I can't sales booth is you lying to me and hiding behind crap. For once in your life, tell the the true !"

As he had again and again, Xavier walked past her, this time bumping his shoulder joint against hers, leaving her alone with her mind racing.



Helena returned to her residence hall way, finding Sophie there, smiling and full of life. She had no retentiveness of the affair Xavier had done to her, not even a single scrape. So… had he really done them ?

"Hey, you ok ?"Sophie asked.

She perked up as her acquaintance called out to her."Yeah, I'm fine."

"Where have you been all day ?"

"Oh, nowhere. Just enjoying the last-place day of vacation. semen on, let's go get dinner."



dark had fallen, and Sister Olivia was lying in a bathtub in the staff bathroom. She had jammed a towel rack into the door so that no one could disturb her. The water was lovesome, just like the pedigree pouring from her slit carpus. She could no longer weather Xavier's torture and had decided to end her life. As she waited for the duskiness to ingest her, a shadow shifted across her look.

She looked up into the cold optic of Xavier."Please, just let me die."

He grabbed one of her bleeding wrists, healing the wound."Not yet. Your body still belongs to me."



"Xavier ! You're back !"

Marian jumped out of bed, running across her room and tackling him. funny remark, she was almost like Lily, except she was less sorry and more masochistic, not to remark sadistic.

"Yeah, I'm back."

"So what do you want to do to me ? Will you screw me in my pussycat or my ass ? Can I live with your cum ?"

"I have a in effect estimate. I'm taking you somewhere you can have a lot of fun."



daphne sat on her roomie's bed, holding the miss like a straightjacket. She had tied her up and was torturing her with clothespins and cigarette Robert 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 daughter, drooling on the ball gag in her mouth."Also, bring her, I guess."



Xavier grabbed Sophie by the throat, waking her up in her bed but keeping her silent with his strangling grip. Nearby, Helena slept soundly, while Xavier returned all of the retentivity of Sophie's torture.

"You're coming with me. Your sister will be there."



Lily walked to the apartment entrance, yawning and rubbing her center. A loud knocking had woken her up in the middle of the nighttime. What was going on ? She opened the door, finding Xavier.

"Get yourself quick, there are men coming over."

"Oh… uh… ok."

"Also, there will be early fille with you."



"Helena, wake up."He shook her, trying to get her to bring up."cum on, heat up."

"Unh… leave me alone."

"Helena, now."

She rolled over, turning her back on him."As long as you let me kip and put zip inside me, do whatever you want. I'm too trite to care."

Xavier grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her up, shaking her until she had to the tiredness exorcized from her body.

She rolled her head back and sighed."You know, I preferred when you would just cower 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 bring you there in your underwear."



Xavier and Helena materialized in the hallway of a sorry apartment edifice. Before them was a door, and behind it were the clear auditory sensation of crying, moaning, grunting, and the squeaking of mattress leaping and other pieces of article of furniture.

"What's going on ?"

"I'm going to teach you the meaning of despair."

He opened the door and brought her into the apartment. inside were XII of men, divided into groups and clustered around women. Sophie, Marian, Sister Olivia, Daphne, and other students she didn't recognize. Everyone in the flat was naked. It was a massive rape orgy. Marian was the solely one not sobbing as she had all her holes filled. If anything, she was overjoyed, switching between the men trying to jam their shaft in her back talk.

On the bed was Lily, a muffle look to her eyes as yet another man fucked her in the whoreson. A lot of these men had fucked her before, but she had learned to block 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 care that their cock were rubbing against each other. Sophie was on her knee joint, crying from the stinging blindness as the men ejaculated onto her boldness over and over again. She was literally drenched in come. There was also Daphne, pressed against the window as she was fucked from behind, her eyes darkened with the bother of Xavier's perfidy. Her roommate was being crushed under some fat guy, and another little girl was doing a handstand as she had both her pussy and asshole violated.

Helena stared in shock, feeling like she was going to throw up at the sight of so many people getting raped. She turned to Xavier, rent in her eyes."Why ? Why would you do this ? Why would you excruciate these charwoman like this ?"

"To register you the truth of this world. see at this, reckon at how easy it is to make up people suffer. There is no such thing as freedom in this world, only chaos and the conjuration of order. You think me evil because of the matter I do, but that's only because the world lets me. You think that because of who and what I am, I corrupt this mankind, but this world is already cloud. I simply burlesque this twisted nightmare you call world. I am the serpent, slithering through the crumbling base of the kingdom of man. I don't need my powers to intermingle in. I'm already surrounded by horror."

Helena tried to run back out into the hall, but he grabbed her by the weapon and forced her to watch, squeezing so besotted that she cried out in botheration."Don't you dare turn away from this ! Don't you dare shut it out ! You think that this is anything unusual ? You think that I am some exception to the peace of mind of the macrocosm ? No, horrors like these will preserve on until human beings's end, just as they have occurred since human race's beginning. wait at these women, their intellect twisted and their pump crying out for mortal to help them. They pray to God, but he doesn't answer. Where is your God ? Why doesn't he stop me ? Why doesn't he save them ?

All over the earth, people suffer just like these fair sex. They are enslaved, raped, and murdered. It has been like that for timelessness. Yet you sit in your lofty university, hidden within the high life of Italian capital, believing that this world is God's paradise. You believe that life is fair, that God will provide for those who are loyal to him, but the bloodshed never ends !"

"Please ! Just block up this !"

"You can cease this yourself ! You have the luck to check the dateless expiry marching music of time ! Use me ! Use my power to make this universe into what you want it to be ! I am offering you the realm ! I'm offering you a probability to end the horror once and for all ! Whether humanity thrives or suffers, I couldn't tutelage less, but can you really just neglect everything around you and remain stagnant like this ? Maybe I should just put down this human race ! Maybe I should make snake pit on globe ! How can you take you'll stop me if you can't even stop the evil already around you ? !"

"I told you I'll spring in ! Please, I'll do whatever you want ! Just let them go !"

"NO !"

Xavier tossed her digression and then clapped his hand together. All the men in the way burst into flame, their bod peeling off their bones with flow of fire pumping from their veins. All of the woman lost cognizance and vanished, teleporting back to their dwelling house. Only Lily remained, passed out on the bed.

He turned back to capital of Montana."decent lying ! adequate lying to me and lying to yourself ! Why are you so scared of the future ? Why are you so unwilling to accept your flavour ? The capital of Montana I know and love has eyes full of warmth and a will to oppose, but look at yourself now. I offer you a life beyond your wildest dreams, a prospect at happiness and the ability to protect mankind, and you fall apart into a pathetic wreck ! What are you so afraid of ? ! WHAT DO YOU REALLY lack ? !"

"I DON'T KNOW !"capital of Montana 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 right, ok ? You're right. I'm terrified of the hereafter. 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 you. You're ineffective to face the future tense 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. come on, I'm taking you home."





Chapter 12



The suffocating shadow receded but Helena was still submersed in duskiness. The floor of the flat had been replaced with the tactile property of Mary Jane against her genu. In seconds she was drenched from the pouring rain, making her shiver.

"So this is where you came from."

She looked around, feeling Xavier's bridge player gripping her shoulder joint as he stood over her. At final stage, her caput stopped spinning and she was able to look around. Her kernel dropped into her stomach at the mess of the shabby house, two miles from Dublin. She was back in Emerald Isle, staring at the crap-shack that had once been her home. Kneeling in the fields outside, she stared at the lights in the window, and even over the rain, she could hear her mother's vocalism. She had company over. When Helena had been a tike, she remembered her female parent always having company.

"Please, no, not here."

"This is where it all started, isn't it ? This is your home. What happened here to defecate you so angry at the world ?"

Helena got to her foot and turned to him, and even in the rain, he could see her bout."Why are you doing this to me ? Why must you be so barbarous ?"

"For once in my living, I'm not being cruel. I'm trying to avail you. With or without me, you've been stagnant at that school, and your bm into the future will be tenacious and agonizing unless you come to terms with your past. severalise me what happened here. Let it out. It's meter for you to enjoin me the trueness, and severalize yourself the truth."

She grabbed him by the collar as if trying to lift him off his substructure, but instead, simply leaned against him."Please, just take me back to the schoolhouse ! I'm begging you ! Just let the past stay in the past !"

"Not until you move forward ! You claim you left your old life behind, but all you did was lock chamber it up in a giant condom that you've carried on your back all these yr. You shut out your past but you haven't let it go. Face your care and bar prevarication to yourself ! The the true 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 maintenance since she left. She had kept this a cloak-and-dagger for so long, but why, of all people, would Xavier be the one to finally hear it ? Perhaps he was mighty, though. This vile place has been holding her back even after she left. She was about to speak, but stopped, startled by Xavier putting his coating over her shoulders. Even when soaked, the fabric held his warmth. She hated that affectionateness, hated how sound it felt.

"My mother… was an alcoholic whore. Just listening to her, I can tell that zippo has changed. She gave birth to me out of wedlock and resented me ever since. She was never there for me, never supported me, and never gave more than the smallest amount of sweat to take tutelage of me. There were more than liquor bottleful in that house than food. I remember pushing them aside in the kitchen, desperately looking for something to eat. I remember them smashing by my head when she threw them at me and I got showered in glass. I used to dream that someday I would meet my Padre and he would take me away to someplace wonderful, away from this sorry country."

Xavier looked at her quizzically."Did she never tell you about your male parent ?"

"She didn't even know who he was. Considering how busy she was, half the men in Dublin could have been my father."She looked back at him and gave a bitter joke, her grimace wet with both rain and weeping."How try-on would it be if you ended up as my don ? What a cliché twist of fate. Seventeen old age ago, a scumbag like you screwed my female parent and I was born, the granddaughter of Satan."

"Helena…"

She looked back at the house, hearing a woman moaning inside."When she wasn't on her spinal column for money, she was bringing home a new fellow every week. Each of them was worse than the last. They would yell at me, they would hit me, and they would throw things at me. Sometimes… they would climb into my bed at night and touch me, just like you. That was how I learned to fight, to save back the pedophile looking for a cute fiddling girl to deflower. Why do you imagine I hated men so much ? Every man I had ever met was either a unsuccessful person or a monster.

Then, one day, I saw missionaries at the topical anesthetic church handing out pamphlets for rosewood tree University. It was my chance to escape from Hell and I took it. tuition fee is release if you tell them that you're an orphan. Considering the wearing apparel I was wearing, they didn't even oppugn me. They took me with them and I got to leave this wretched country behind and savor in the lovingness of Italian capital. I never wanted to total back here. I burned every bridge and severed every liaison connecting me to this godforsaken house.

Then you came along and I got to experience Hell all over again."

Xavier swallowed the lump in his pharynx. Right now, Helena was more vulnerable than ever in her aliveness, but being with her, speaking to her with the air around them so duncical with emotion, he felt his own enduringness slice. The layers of duskiness around his black somebody were being pealed away, as if he had ripped open his chest and exposed his beating ticker to the frigid rain, daring luck to spear him through.

"That's why you're so afraid of the future. This office was the whole universe to you when you were a child, so you associate the totally creation with this place. Roma was your ticket to happiness, now you're afraid to leave because you think some new revulsion will assail you if you try to exit. That was the really reason why you wanted to join the Swiss safety device. The church had saved you when you were a child, so you thought you would always be safe if you stayed at the Pope's side. You didn't want to protect the church ; you wanted the church to protect you."

Helena balled her helping hand into clenched fist and her slender shoulder trembled as she cried."All I ever wanted was to be inviolable. All I ever wanted was the assurance that I would never again be a dupe. Maybe I should give thanks you for showing me how weak I really am, for showing me what a pathetic lifespan I've lived ! I thought I had grown up from being that scared little girl crying under her bed, but all these years, I've just been lying to myself."

"No, you're unseasonable. Helena, you are inviolable than you could ever ideate. Do you conceive a weakling could feature survived what you went through ? Could have fended off all the repugnance closing in around her and made her evasion ? Seizing her own life and living it ? Do you think a doormat could fight criminals and even wound the Antichrist ? Every time you cursed me or swore that you would never side with me, your military capability was weakened by your contradicting emotions, but do you remember 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 crusade because you were afraid of ever going back to that nightmare, because you feared change and the unsung future. But the future I showed you, that was not some bid I had. That was your true up self. That was the surefooted and elegant queen who conquered the world instead of fearing it. It's not helplessness holding you back, but fear. If you never want to be a victim again, seize the creation instead of hiding from it. I saw that intensity level the second I met you, the speciality to change the human race. That's why I wanted you to be my pouf, because you are the firstly soul I ever met who I knew could fit that role. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are brilliant. I know it, even if you don't."

She stared up into the cloudy night sky, feeling the rain pelt her face. ‘ Is that true ? Am I really as strong as he says ? All this time, have I been holding back simply because I've been afraid ? Can I really change the humans ? Can I really… lay off being afraid ?'

"I'm sorry."

She spun around, a state of nature look to her eye. Had he… just apologized ? He had never apologized before, even after Daphne attacked her. The tone on his face was of true regret, an grammatical construction she never thought she would see on him.

"If I had known what you've been through, I never would birth tormented you like I have. My methods… would have been dissimilar. I wasn't trying to truly hurt you or prompt you of your past times. It was just my way of getting you to give up. I'm sorry… for everything."

She tackled him, ineffective to knock him off his feet but beating his chest wildly with her fists."Shut up ! Don't you dare apologise ! You think that saying you're sorry will give it all ok ? ! You think a few reasonably words can make 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 apologize. Don't try to be nice to me, I hate when you're nice to me. Please, anything but that. Humiliate me, assault someone, killing multitude, anything ! Be cruel ! Be malevolent ! 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 hate you so much, just like I used to, but every time you make me grin, every clock time you make me laugh, all the bad moments disappear. I don't know what to do !"

Xavier embraced her, holding her tightly with their faces inches apart."Helena, check thinking about what you're supposed to do, quit thinking about what you're told to do, and stop thinking about what the world has taught you is right and lesson. Join me or reject me, I don't upkeep anymore. I just want you to finally be free. Do what makes you happy and follow your heart and I will help you however I can, even if it means staying out of your life-time forever. I've spent my altogether life prevarication, but these are the true words I'll ever say : Helena, I love you."

They stared deep into each other's center before Helena finally stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Xavier. With their soundbox shivering in the rain, they stood like statues, holding each other while their joined sassing moved like wafture. After all the clock time Helena had spent seething with wrath and drowning in desperation, she never felt like she was on a path so right as she was now. For so long, her hatred and love for Xavier had been entwined so tightly in her mettle that she couldn't tell them apart, but by casting everything else aside, she could at stopping point smell her honorable feelings overflowing from within her. For the first clip, she was opening her heart and indulging her true desires, no longer caring about what she had been taught to believe. At last, she was free.

Saint Francis Xavier was in a similar state, experiencing something that never interested him, but now realizing it was the strongest need in his individual. All the woman he had been with, all of the cruel and wicked things he had done to them, but it was this simple kiss that was shaking him down to his very core. This was not some conquest or achievement. This was fulfilment, something that almost made him leave his dark origins and made him palpate like a simple human. Like her, he was finally ready to deepen. Like her, he was finally able-bodied to swallow the future, as long as they were together.

The osculation at last ended and he wiped away her split."Come on, let's get you home and out of the rain."



Helena and Xavier materialized in her dorm room. Nearby, Sophie was auditory sensation asleep, completely untouched and with a pure idea. Clutching his arm, capital of Montana appeared almost drugged, her mind fried from the maelstrom of emotions she had just experienced. As soft as could be, Saint Francis Xavier undressed her and tossed aside her wet clothes. She didn't move at all or react to his touch. Once she was down to just her bra and scanty, he laid her out on the bed with her back to him and put the mantle over her. Leaning down, he kissed her articulatio humeri 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 handle it against the side of her aspect and snog 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 set up to move forward into the future with you. Xavier, I love you."

He smiled and sat down on the bed, cupping her cheek with his other helping hand. The smile on his boldness was one he had never worn. It was like when she was on the diving card, but so much more powerful. It wasn't just simple 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 love. She could at last see everything, including how much he had changed since meeting her.

Slowly she came back to life and he could see felicity in her burn middle, the succour of finally being able to shed the weighting she had carried. She had learned to struggle to protect her physical structure, became a zealot to protect her mind, and wrapped herself in Trygve Lie to protect her heart, but at last, she was allowing herself to stomach naked and exposed, feeling the air kiss her hide for the first time. She had forced herself to be strong her stallion life, but it was allowing herself to be vulnerable here and now that would facilitate her to raise, to a greater extent than anything else.

"But we need to set some ground rules. kickoff of all, this is a monogamous kinship. None of that"handmaid little girl threesome"crap. Until I die, you have to be completely loyal."

Xavier gave a lenient chuckle."Very well, but I'll keep waiting for you to get a perverted hunger and want to try something new."

"Second : no more dun hoi polloi, especially me. You can't do what you did to those girl back there in that apartment. So let everyone go. No more collars."

"Of course."

"one-third : when we take over the world, you have to promise that you will improve it instead of linguistic rule it with an atomic number 26 fist or destroy it."

"I'm just going to leave all that stuff to you. Anything else ?"

She held his hands with a sad smile on her aspect, but when she looked up at him, it was gross looker."You promise this is all existent ? That this isn't some hardheaded gag ?"

"I promise."

Blushing, she slowly pushed the strap of her bra off her shoulder."Then take me, my king."

They leaned forward and began to kiss, gently at showtime, Xavier letting Helena get accustomed to the act. After a minute, he reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra, letting it slip relieve. Having no need to palpate embarrassed, she tossed it aside with a coy smile and resumed kissing him. He leaned forward, laying her out on her dorsum while using his index to relieve oneself his clothes disappear. Lying next to her, he slid his hired hand under the sheets and into her step-in. After all the multiplication he had done it before, she at last look forward to it. His finger's breadth rolled over her labia like wave lapping at the shore, gently stimulating the entrance before finally slipping into her. capital of Montana didn't have to blot out her aroused trousering and her whimpers 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 voice steadily rise in intensity. Above, he was switching back and forth between kissing her on the lips and kissing her breasts. capital of Montana reached under the covers and grasped his humanness, mentally preparing herself for incursion. It felt so hot, like metal from a forge, and she could feel Xavier's beat in the veins and muscularity. So focused was she that she didn't notice her construction climax until it was past the point of no return. She began to moan, her voice matching the quickening movements of his finger's breadth. 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, a splash of arousal soaked Saint Francis Xavier's hired man while she cried out in disco biscuit.

He pulled his hired hand away and began licking it fairly."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 prick of his manhood resting against her kitty. The way she was blushing, that cute panting, the fever-like dizziness in her eye ; they were driving him unfounded in lecherousness. He cupped her nerve and brushed his pollex across her voiced rim. She opened her mouth and began to suck up on it, then started kissing his palm.

"You're just too cute. I've been waiting for this since the mo I first saw you. Ready ?"

She gave a nervous nod, hiding her back talk behind her helping hand. He kissed her on the forehead and worked himself in. From the moment the head spread the lips of her pussy, Helena's panting increased and her blushed brightened. Xavier pushed all the way in, rupturing her hymen and deflowering her. He stopped for a moment, letting her get used to the feeling. In her phonation was a mix of pain and euphoria, but the longer he waited, the weakly the former became and the stronger the latter grew.

"How does it feel to suffer your virginity to the Antichrist ?"

She giggled."It's wonderful. But if you give me any venereal infection, I'll kill you."

Taking that as a sign that she was gear up, he pulled out of her, letting her virgin blood drip off his phallus and stain the tabloid. He pushed it back in, making her yelp and archway her back. From there, movement eased, and Xavier began gently thrusting into her while they resumed kissing. At inaugural, Helena had her legs wrapped around his waist, but as his thrusts increased in pep pill and durability and her pleasance grew in depth, they spread apart and were in the air. Helena was whining in walking on air, every impact of Xavier's cock making her flavor like a shell of concrete was breaking off her somebody.

Neither one of them had ever felt anything like this, being so deeply connected to another person. Helena had always kept multitude at a distance and Xavier had always disregarded and looked down on humankind, but at concluding, they were on the same level and exposing their depths to each early. For the offset prison term, they were allowing themselves to be vulnerable and relishing the impression of everything between them melting away.

"Xavier, I'm…"

"I know, hold on."

He further sped up his thrusts, now using his consistence weight to slam down into her. Helena's whine was turning into a shrill moan and a euphoric smile was on her face."Oh God ! Oh God ! OH GOD ! I'M CUMMING !"

She again arched her back as her groan reached new bulk. In the middle of her sexual climax, Xavier suddenly grabbed her and held the two of them vertical. She grasped his shoulder, riding his dick and moaning like an opera Isaac M. Singer. They continued in this berth for several minutes, with Helena using her free weight to drive Xavier's pecker deeper and deeper inside her and Saint Francis Xavier picking her up and dropping her onto his lap. While she rose and fell, their lips joined and parted like the swarm joining the apparent horizon. This was the most amazing experience of her life history, and easily the most pleasurable. Why hadn't anyone told her sex was so much fun ? !

They soon switched positions, still remaining vertical but now with her back to him. He supported her with his arms, letting her suck on his fingers and using his other hand to play with her clit. With his mightiness, he was channeling a lilliputian electric shock from his fingertips to the nub, just enough to have the nerves but without inflicting infliction. After LE than a minute, she had a deafening mountain range or coming, cumming again and again, not even feeling Saint Francis Xavier ejaculating inside her and filling her womb with his semen. Her body hitch, he lowered her down and pulled out of her, his seed slowly starting to drip 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 grinning and holding his hands."So this is real, isn't it ? Us ? Our future ?"

"Yeah, it's real."



Helena woke up and turned off her consternation, taking a instant to recall before rising. live Night, she had accepted her feelings for Xavier and the two of them made love. Or had that all been a ambition ? The fact that she wasn't wearing a bra or panties told her it had really happened. She smiled and touched her slit, a small sore from being deflowered and sticky with Xavier's cum. To suppose, she had fallen in love with the Antichrist. But for the first clock time, she could see the hereafter clearly, as well as the world. Sophie was tedious to stir, even to the beeping of the alarm clock, giving Helena sentence to put back on her underwear. She rubbed her neck, feeling her collar and being happy to wear it.

She and Sophie got dressed, both complaining about how much they missed sleeping in during vacation. About to leave the room with Sophie for breakfast, Helena stopped and looked to her bedside mesa. There, beside her clock, her three necklace lay. She picked it up and stared at it. While her future was crystal-clear, her faith had now blurred. Saint Francis Xavier was proof that God existed, but everything he had told her at that cafe also rang true. Was God indifferent ? Incompetent ? Sadistic ? Either way, she was done waiting for him to bear witness her the way. With Saint Francis Xavier at her English, she was going to carve out her own path, her own destiny.



Approaching the schoolroom, Helena was suddenly overcome with jitteriness. Xavier would be there, and while it would finally be overnice to finger happiness when seeing him… they just had sex. No matter what, it would be awkward. She at last entered the classroom and saw him. Their eyes met and they both smiled, hers bright and happy, and his… despondent, of all thing. It was a sad grinning, one that showed joy like hers, but telling her that there was something haywire. Oh well, he just probably wasn't used to being in a consenting, monogamous relationship.

The day passed by in a haze, with capital of Montana intoxicated on a cocktail of endorphins. All her stress had vanished in one Night, both the latent hostility between her and Xavier and the painfulness of her past tense that she had kept bottled up. Then there was also the beginning of this new relationship. For the for the first time time in her life, she had a boyfriend, and she couldn't be happier. Every minute was spent cerebration of him, waiting for night to come so that they could be together. Not even Sister Olivia could dampen her mood, the nun having been stripped of her retention of Xavier's torture. Unfortunately, that expiration of care had turned her dorsum into a ball-busting cunt.

In the pursuit days, Saint Francis Xavier and Helena worked out a routine. During class, they would go about their business organisation without giving anyone a reason to surmise anything. If they happened to have free full stop at the Lapp prison term, they would sneak off to some quiet corner of the school and make love. During the nighttime, after Sophie fell asleep, capital of Montana would lie awake and eagerly time lag to feel him slip under the plane, his lips to the back of her neck and his hand between her leg. For her, life was perfect.



Helena was panting with her face flushed and a wide smile. She and Saint Francis Xavier were naked in her sleeping accommodation, having snuck off in the eye of lunch. She was sitting on his nerve and he was drinking her in, swirling his tongue around in her sweet king protea and savoring the sense of taste of her essence. Every flick of his tongue was hug drug, making her toes stretch along and wave. She looked down at his erecting, sprawled out like a beached whale. Should she do something ? She had given him a couple hand line of work since she first made love, but… should she do more ? He was using his mouth on her, so it was only fair.

She slowly leaned down and brought her brass closing to his manhood. After all the pornography she had watched, she certainly knew how it worked. She was skittish 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 purity. But on the other manus, she and Xavier were going to spend their lives together, so she was going to do it eventually. She might as well originate now…

Pointing it straight up, she opened her mouth and slowly put her clapper out. If anything could be said about Saint Francis Xavier, he maintained very good hygiene and kept everything manicured down there, but there was still a very manly musk. The aroma was overmaster, spectacular deep down into the warmheartedness of her femininity. In a way, it was more stir than the social movement of his natural language. Tentatively, she brought her tongue up the diaphysis and could feel his whole organic structure react. It wasn't a bad tactual sensation, and she could try the salt from his sweat. She licked him again and a third time, slowly figuring it out. Having worked up some assurance, she kissed the school principal, surprised by the incredibly heat her brim felt. She swirled her natural language around it, letting her spit run down the length. At endure, she was ready.

Opening her mouth, she took it in as far as she could. Because of the superlative departure, she could only get the number one few inches, but she rolled his cock around in her sassing lovingly. Already, her nervousness was gone and she felt this become like 2d nature to her. She instinctively knew to keep back her dentition away and to use the sides of her impudence as much as possible. Shocking her, Xavier sat up, still holding onto her with his spit never leaving her incision.

Curling his posture removed the height difference of opinion between them, sending his cock barreling into her pharynx. At for the first time she struggled, feeling her gag reflex activating and her external respiration being blocked. Xavier put his hand on her point, not to keep her down, but to calm her, and after a few seconds, she managed to relax her throat. Breathing between movements, she started bobbing her head teacher, drowning his cock in saliva and then slurping it up.

She raised her read/write head, gasping for air with her intellect overwhelmed with lecherousness. Hell, was she enjoying this to a greater extent than he was ? She began stroking him, using her spit as lubricant, then bent down and started licking it like a popsicle, before again letting it probe the depths of her throat. Xavier could sense it, her sexual pleasure increasing in intensity, signaled by the increasing wetness of her untested pussy. She was finish to cumming, and he as well. He started bucking his hip, skull-fucking her with capital of Montana feeling nothing but kinky joy. She simply held her read/write head stationary and allowed him to use her oral cavity as he pleased. They both came a minute later, Helena moaning in euphoria as Xavier filled her sass with seminal fluid. It tasted awful and oozed down her throat, but she was too horny to care. She sucked on his rooster like a vacuum cleaner, devouring every close lump like it was chocolate syrup. Sir Thomas More, she needed Sir Thomas 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 accede her. She gasped in felicity as his cock slid into her puss 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 sensation of his cock being stirred in her velvet sleeve making his trunk search for any idle ammo to burn.

Helena leaned back and Xavier lifted her up by the backs of her genu and again started bucking his rose hip, driving straight up into her with almost inhuman force. Helena was moaning at the top of her lungs, struggling to keep her balance on his hammer as he harpooned her womanhood with it. The face on her face was one of hedonistic craziness, a complete giving up to sexual pleasure.

"You're so loose ! You must really be enjoying this !"

"Oh God ! It feels so right !"

She turned around to face him and changed her perspective, crouching on the bed so that he could go along thrusting up into her. She looked so felicitous. It actually warmed Saint Francis Xavier's disgraceful ticker in path he couldn't describe. A coy smiling on his face, he reached down and stuck his fingerbreadth in her ass, making her roar in electrical shock and joy. He moved his fingerbreadth inside her anus, pumping her with it while his dick punished her cunt.

In only a moment, she gave that signature groan."Oh God ! I'm cumming !"

Droplets of her euphoria splashed across his lap and she collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. Once she had calmed, she kissed his chest a few fourth dimension and then moved up to let her lips link his.

She looked into his heart, a smile of warmth and love on her rose petal lips."I should possess 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 depraved jezebel."

Xavier put his arm around her and kissed her on the frontal bone."Same. You're the offset mortal I've actually truly cared about."

She bolted up."Oh shit ! We're going to be late for our next class !"

Her case then became red with embarrassment and she covered her mouth. oath was still something new to her.



Saint Francis Xavier and Helena rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang. They weren't out of breath, as Xavier had used his powers to teleport them to an vacuous piece of the building and make their way from there. sister"the Sphinx"Olivia turned back to them with an wild glare."You're late, both of you."

Helena glared right back, having yet to go back on her word to lay off fearing the nun."We're in the schoolroom before the Melville Bell, so technically we aren't."

"wellspring the socio-economic class has started and you're not in your seats. That's detention."

"According to the school day handbook, the bell is to tell students to get to their bottom, which we were in the unconscious process of doing. You can't penalise us for following the regulation. You're the one getting in our way."

baby Olivia began to tremble with rage at capital of Montana's deficiency of fear. ‘ saucy brat !'“ Well let's see what the Disciplinary Committee has to say about this !"

"Go ahead ! Waste their meter like you're wasting ours. Right now, you're being an even magnanimous suspension than we are."

Everyone in the course of study looked back and forth between Helena and sister Olivia, feeling like they were about to see a fucking coup d'etat.

"exact your seats."

They did as they were told, glad the berth had defused itself. Sister Olivia cleared her pharynx and began to speak."Now that you're all here, I have thoroughly tidings. I'm sure you're already well aware of it by now, but at the end of this workweek, the total 11th and 12th tier family will go on a fieldtrip. We'll be going to Jerusalem for three days and leave on the one-quarter. You need to…"

Saint Francis Xavier was no longer listening to her. He was sitting his desk, his brass downcast and his trunk trembling. Normal masses wouldn't be able to see it, but Helena's eyes recognized it immediately. It was too easy for her to see, but she knew he was chuckling.



"What's going on ? Why'd you bring me here ?"

Lily and Xavier were standing at the entrance to the school, with Lily back in her uniform. Sighing, Xavier rubbed the top of her psyche."You're a good kid, better than someone like me deserves."

Through that contact, he gave her a add up mind-wipe, erasing himself from her storage, while at the Saame time, restoring her to her original virgin form, untouched by any man. Her middle rolled back into her head from the hard reboot and she collapsed. Xavier caught her before she could hit the flat coat and sat her down on the dance step of the schooltime entrance.

Retaining touch, he used her decimated mental state to wee-wee some changes, when she would be susceptible to mesmerism."stay doubting yourself and letting manipulative citizenry walk all over you. Go out and find some acquaintance, 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 Kyd. You deserve to be happy."

He let go of her and walked away. He had already taken upkeep of anyone who might ask doubtfulness as to where she had been, so there wouldn't be any tortuousness with her reintegration with school life sentence. She'd be alright. She had just needed someone to give her a short energy. In his mind, Xavier was thinking back to all the masses he had messed with, both with and without taking into custody. He had been teleporting back and Forth across the globe, finding the hoi polloi he had hurt and erasing himself from their memories. It was a long and tiring process, but Lily had been the last one and Daphne before her, the exclusively one whose memory he hadn't erased. Or was there one more ? He had a feeling he was forgetting someone…



Thane sat in the school church, deep in thought and prayer. Ever since his fight with Xavier, he had been racking his mind nonstop in the search of a way to defeat him. He had read every Bible he could get his helping hand on, but had found nothing that would suggest a way to beat the Antichrist. If only he could get help from the church, but the brand Xavier left stopped him from any variety of contact. For all he knew, the closed book could be buried somewhere in the Vatican Archives, but even if he wasn't branded, he didn't have the sureness to look. 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 belt down him. If Thane couldn't find it, he would have to intrust others to do it. He as one man couldn't defeat the Antichrist, but he could do the succeeding proficient thing.



Helena was sitting in Father Hauser's hospital way. His shape hadn't changed since the death sentence she visited him, but according to Xavier, his judgement was exquisitely and he would come alive up once his body finished healing. He had left her alone, giving her privacy. This was the maiden time she had seen him since she and Xavier were first confidant. All the times before, she had used the priest as a rampart to bounce her problem and fright off of, someone to take heed to her vent-hole about her horrible berth even if he couldn't actually hear her. With all the time she had spent complaining about Saint Francis Xavier, it felt foreign to speak about him now in happiness.

"Father Hauser, can you find out me ? It's me, Helena. To be dependable, I hope you can't, because you would probably be disappointed beyond give-and-take of me. The Sojourner Truth is… I've fallen in love with Saint Francis Xavier. I know he's the Antichrist, and my worst nightmare is that this will all be some horrible joke he's playing on me, but I'm done lying to myself about my avowedly desires and I'm done letting other people tell me rightfulness from legal injury. He's the low person to ever really challenge me, to stimulate me call back, to make me feel, to make up me strive… early than you of course. I'm ready to spend my life history with him. I'm quick to change the world and use his power to make it better."She clutched his mitt and dotted it with rip, split of indescribable happiness."I hope that when you wake up and Xavier and I get married, you'll see it in your heart to open me away at our wedding."

As expected, no reply came, and capital of Montana gave a little joke."Just call up about it."



Helena and Xavier walked down the street back towards the school.

"So what exactly is the plan ? How are we going to shoot ascendency of the world ?"

"You'll see on the field trip."

"You mean to Jerusalem ? What are you going to do there ?"

"The Church of the holy place sepulcher : It was there that Redeemer was killed and then disappeared to take back to paradise. It was there that the power of God left this cosmos. Christ died on the very precipice of a metamorphosis, when the tycoon of his miracles would evolve into unfeigned deity and he would be able to rule the creation. That metamorphosis was stopped when he died, but all I have to do is reach that spot and ultimate exponent will be mine. I'll be able-bodied to start summoning my minions from Hell and call down an army to require over the world. No state will be able-bodied to defy our military unit, 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 stead where Christ died as soon as his organic structure was removed ?"

"I'll admit, I could have done that, but that would be boring. I wanted to explore the world, see everything mankind had to offer. I wanted to watch history take place. I've lived for to a greater extent than two thousand yr. I've seen conglomerate come up and fall, I've traveled the Earth 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 things to witness. It's meter for me to settle down and realize my destiny. I came to this school day simply because it would give me an self-justification to go there."

"Did you ever meet 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 ?"

Saint Francis Xavier chuckled and looked up at the clear sky."Let's just say that even I admired him. He was a very Wise and beneficial man, an excellent nemesis for me. It actually saddened me when he was crucified, because I was denied my rivalry. `` We are going to do a horrific thing to you -- we are going to deprive you of an foeman. '' Georgi Arbatov said that when he visited the United States in 1987. He really put it into Scripture how I felt when Jesus died so pathetically. The apocalypse would have been amazing, the war we could bear fought. You could almost say it was his death that made me misplace my pursuit in taking over the human race. I didn't see a full stop if I wouldn't get to fight him for it."

Helena walked over and kissed him on the brass."Come on, we'll talk while we eat."

They arrived back in the school day just in time for lunch. They made their way to the cafeteria, packed with hungry students. As they got their food for thought, Thane entered the construction. He tried to put on a salamander grimace, even though his bosom felt like it would burst from his breast. He spotted Xavier across the room, feeling a common cold sweat at the sight of him. With him was Helena. wait, was she… smiling ? Why would a hostage smiling ? Was this Stockholm Syndrome ? Either way, it was time for him to act.

‘ May God have mercy on my soul.'

Thane reached into his scoop and pulled out a gun, bought on the street. It was a cheap Chinese knockoff of an American language model, but it would get the job done. He raised it above his promontory and emptied the magazine into the ceiling, filling the cafeteria with the echoing of gunshot. shriek came after as everyone ducked for cover charge. Students not seated merely fell to the floor like fainting Capricorn the Goat.

Thane loaded a new mag and pulled back the slide."Xavier !"

Gun in paw, he moved towards Xavier and Helena, crouched down near the middle of the room.

‘ Aw shit, I knew there was soul I had forgotten.'“ Helena, move back. I don't know what's going to happen."

"Wait, maybe we can talk him out of this !"

"That won't study and you know it. Just ride out back."

Xavier stood up and faced Thane, showing no concern 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 figurehead 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 movement. Everyone, take heed to me ! This man is the Antichrist ! I can turn up it !"

Hushed muttering flooded through the cafeteria. Thane was a legend in this school, but with his unnatural behavior and turnout, he didn't exactly promote an icon of unfaltering genial health. Had he snapped ? Had he gone softheaded ? But on the other mitt, he was a junior exorcist, a prognostic at that. If anyone in this school had what it took to find the Antichrist, it has him. For him to go to such amount, there had to be desperation driving him. What was it that would cause him to work such a bold charge ? Was it possible… that he was right ?

"I'm not the Antichrist !"

"You may have everyone in this school deceived, but not me ! Everyone ! It was here, the first time I encountered him that I saw the insensate wickedness in his opprobrious soul ! I saw his thirst for blood and the destruction of the world as clearly as you see me now ! And it was here that I faced him one on one ! This burning on my hand came from him destroying my rosary ! He cursed me to keep me from spreading his secret, but I won't be silenced !"

"Listen, just put the gun down. You're not well. You need assist. Don't do something that can be fixed. There is still a chance for you to do the right thing and save yourself."

"I am doing the right thing. This gun isn't for killing you. It's for proving who you are. At this grasp, no human being can possibly duck, and as you just saw, this gun functions just fine. If I pull this trigger, zero but an act of God will keep open the hummer from piercing your ignominious marrow. You'll either make it the shot or use your business leader to deflect the bullet. Either way, you'll be revealed as the unholy behemoth that you are. If I can't putting to death you, I can at least let the residue of the world know that you exist. I'm willing to hazard life in prison or last if it means giving mankind a chance."

Saint Francis Xavier worked to suppress a maniacal smiling. ‘ Clever bastard ! A brilliant sacrificial relocation ! It's a shame you're only human, you would consume made a wonderful curse. Damn you, God ! Damn you for not making him the second approaching of Christ ! The war we could have waged on each other would have been a pipe dream come avowedly ! For once, I can unchurch my military posture. If I were imperfect, he could have posed a true challenge to me.'“ Damn it, I'm not the Antichrist ! If you pull the induction, you'll murder me, an sinless human ! Do you need that on your conscience ? Do you really want to spend the rest of your sprightliness in slammer and then go to Hell for killing ? ! Don't turn this into a witch Hunt !"

"I've seen your evil with my own two eyes ! There is no mistaking it ! This tan on my hired man is substantiation of everything ! Now show us who you really are !"

He pulled the gun trigger and Saint Francis Xavier gave a flick of his finger. A dull clicking was heard and the blood drained from Thane's face.

‘ Unfortunately, I am too brawny to be forced into a corner by a mere human.'“ What did I tell you ? You're loony. You were so delirious about painting me as a monster that you forgot to chamber a round of golf when you reloaded. Students at a Catholic boarding school never watch enough natural action movies to know how a gun works."

Thane staggered back, looking at the gun. Was it possible ? Had he used his powers to travel the bullet out of the bedchamber ?"You son of a beef ! I did chamber a round ! I know I did !"

"This is your last chance ! Just put the gun down before you hurt individual !"

"Never !"

He reached out to pull back the sloping trough, but Saint Francis Xavier tackled him before he could grab it. The two men tumbled to the floor and Xavier delivered a skull-fracturing clout to the eye, knocking Thane out and letting him pry the gun out of his hand.

He stood up, pointing the weapon at him."Nice try."



All the students watched as the police force took Thane away in handcuffs, with his gun in an evidence bag. He was locked in the spine of a squad car with an ice battalion over his eye. Teachers and scholar were talking to the police, giving their affirmation. From what Xavier could hear, no one had seen Thane chamber a stave. It was an well-off crusade for them to miss in the loading process. Those situated around him would own 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 adrenaline to remember. capital of Montana stood by his side, wanting to hold his helping 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 act on Xavier, but it terrified her nonetheless, and she was grateful that he was still with her.

"It's a real pity,"Xavier said. She looked up at him."He would have made an excellent nemesis."



In the days that passed, rumors swirled around Saint Francis Xavier that he could not conquer. Forcing the bullet back into the clip had been his best pick, but Thane had thought this through. As intellectual an explanation as it was, for him to be so lucky that Thane"forgot"to chamber a round was nothing short of a miracle. Had it really been human error ? Had God saved Saint Francis Xavier's life ? Or was that the work of the Antichrist ?



Father Brian sat in an interrogation room with Thane. The scholar was handcuffed and let his mind hang. It was the other morning, just before the fieldtrip. In Father Brian's handwriting was a brochure with Saint Francis Xavier's gens on it."You should have spoken to me before doing something so reckless. Do you have any idea how lots problem you are in ?"

"I couldn't tell you ! I couldn't tell anyone ! That asshole put some kind of seal on me that stopped me from talking. Every time I tried, my throat would close down up and I would nearly suffocate."

"Alex, don't you know how you sound right now ? The Antichrist isn't in the school day and he certainly is a educatee. None of the signs of the Apocalypse have manifested. Besides…"He tossed the file onto the steel board and let the contents slide out. They were Xavier's grades, medical checkup history, and family background."He's squealing clean. He was a hyperactive fiddling kid, misbehaved once in while as he grew older, and straightened his act in the years before coming to the school. He's had all of his vaccination and I have a copy of his form from earlier geezerhood, some high school and some low. I've even spoken with his parents over the phone. He's completely normal."

"A niggling too normal, maybe ? How do we jazz he didn't forge all of those documents ? You said you spoke to his parents over the sound, but have you ever met anyone in somebody who could confirm his existence before coming to the schooltime ?"founding father Brian stared at him, unsure of how to reply."I faced him. He destroyed my rosary and burned my hand in the cognitive process. I will admit, my program had 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 sole ones with even a chance of beating him !"

"I'm sorry, Alex. I'm sorry that you were put under such strenuous conditions all these yr and weren't properly looked out for. Maybe if you had gotten the helper you need, you wouldn't be in this wad. I will pray for you."

Cleaning up the capacity of the data file, Father Brian knocked on the door and it was opened. He stepped outside and was met with the gaffer of law and a cleaning lady he didn't recognize.

"You know the perpetrator, don't you ? Do you roll in the hay what would make him snap like that ?"the master asked.

"Yes, I do. I helped him get his name out to the Vatican Palace as a gifted exorciser. For the past dyad calendar month, he's been obsessed with finding some kind of evil mien in the school. He thought that there was a fiend of some form, but we never found any grounds to back it up. Why ? What is this about ?"

The gaffer motioned to the fair sex at his side."This is Malinda Tameo, head of forensics. There is something she needs to designate you."



Father Brian, the police boss, and the scientist stood in the forensics lab of the station. There was a table in between them with tripping habitue under a foggy screen. The pistol was set out.

"Now according to reports, Thane fired seven jibe when he entered the construction, using up all the slug in his first magazine."

The woman activated the table and red light shone on the gun, illuminating several fingermark. The photographic print caught the light like fiber optics and displayed the depths of their particular.

She laid out a scan of the collected prints, digitally copied off the gun."These are the fingerprints he would have left when he loaded the first magazine. As you can see, his hand makes the right shape to pull back the slide and chamber a round. The reason why they're so clearly seeable is because when he fired all his bullet train up, he coated the gun in powder balance, a lot of it. That residue clung to the oil colour his hand left behind, just like the dusting powder we use to rise print. Now, I assume he cleaned the gun before using it, probably to defecate sure it worked perfectly and wouldn't grounds trouble. That would explain the lack of prints erstwhile than these. However…"She flipped a push button on the table and a racy light shone up, this sentence revealing a different set of photographic print."These mark 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 residual clung to the oil of the mark from the first time he loaded the weapon system, but the second gear photographic print polish off the residue, meaning that he put his hired hand on the gun again and pulled it away with residual on his fingers. The first prints came before the number one firing, the second prints came after. He did pull back the slide after he reloaded.

Also, we tested the bullet and the gun. The firing mechanism and the magazine were working perfectly, and the bullet that should have been fired wasn't a dud. We also examined the casing and found abrasion that the others in the clip didn't have, scratches that come from entering the chamber."

"You mean that…"

"There is no reason I can observe that that bullet shouldn't have been fired. The gun was working, the bullet was okay, and there is take in evidence that he chambered the rhythm. There is no rational explanation for this event."

Father Brian gripped his cross."There is one."



If was the morning of the field of view trip, other sunup to be exact, and the 11th and 12th grade social class were boarding the 747 that would take them to Yisrael. The sun had just started to rise on the airport and everyone was as anxious as could be to be visiting the holy place estate. No longer caring what masses thought, Helena picked her seat beside Xavier and even clutched his hired hand.

She was surprised, seeing a sad smile on his face."Is something wrong ?"

"No, nothing is wrong. Everything is… as it should be."

As he spoke, the sound of sirens broke the still of the ahead of time sunup and police railroad car flooded the tarmac. Among them were SWAT vans and officers in full body armor with assault rifles. They formed a ring around the plane, terrifying the students. What was going on ? Had some kind of bomb threat had been made ?

With a c torpedo pointed at the plane, the chief of police pulled out a megaphone."Saint Francis Xavier Michaels ! Come out with your hands up !"

All eyes turned to Saint Francis Xavier, eyes full phase of the moon of terror. Their concern only grew as Saint Francis Xavier began to laugh. It was a cryptic, maniacal cackle, and when he spoke, it was a voice none of them recognized but all feared."Thane, that glorious dickhead. appear his programme worked and he spilled my secret. I'll have to commemorate him for that."

He stood up and stepped into the gangway on his side of the planer. Everyone around him was screaming, knowing now that he was the Antichrist. Helena's grip on his hand tightened, fearful of what was about to hap."Xavier, please. Don't let the early students get caught up in this."

"As you wish. To all my blighter students, I thank you for the wonderful time I've spent at Rosewood University, and out of my appreciation, I give the following advice : duck and cover. It's time for me to show the world what true power looks like."
outside, the police force gasped in horror as a beam of darkness erupted from inside the aeroplane, firing straight up. The flak was over ten metrical unit all-encompassing and looked like a pitch-black laser. The metal of the sheet immediately began to drop as if splashed with acid, causing the ceiling to be burned away. interior, all the students were cowering on the floor while their seats burned with pitch-dark flames. From the inferno rose a figure, not seen by soul oculus in centuries. Xavier stood, his true form revealed.
At twenty animal foot in tallness, his body was humanoid and incredibly muscular. His skin had been replaced with a red hide of scales, draconic almost. His shinbone, forearms, and chest were encased in a shine melanize armor, the plates seemingly part of his trunk, like the carapace of a scorpion. collection plate also hung around his waist, almost like a knight's armored doll. His human stage were now more like a predatory dinosaur's, with his ankle joint resembling a secondly set of knees that would allow him to run on all fours. He had a long tail, lined with steel made of the same obsidian bone as his armor. Stretching from his rachis were two great wings, each stretching 40 understructure with a black membrane between the bones. His grimace was still humanlike, but his nose had flattened and his eyes were yellow with dent for pupils. He had a pair of cornet protruding from his forehead, with a helmet framing the edges of his face like a byssus while leaving his face exposed. The top of his head was a melanise bonfire, burning furiously.

All the humans stared at him with unsurpassable revulsion, 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 countersign, an intimidating berserk that couldn't be stopped.

Xavier examined his hands and laughed."Ah, it's been too long since I was last able to conduct this manakin. Sometimes I just get so cramped in that tiny man organic structure. At net, I can stretch my wings for one last ride."

Whenever Saint Francis Xavier honestly spoke, either when trying to frighten someone or just remove all doubt that he was the Antichrist, his voice would get so inscrutable and insidious that it almost seemed cold-blooded, with an animalistic growling in his throat. Finally, Helena could see the organic structure that that representative truly belonged to. They certainly matched.

"Everyone clear blast !"

Following the principal's command, all of the police officers raised their weapons and slam every bullet they had, emptying all their clip in just a few seconds. Every bullet that hit Saint Francis Xavier bounced off his exterior like moths hitting a light-colored bulb and rained down into the sheet. Once they stopped to reload, he snapped his finger's breadth and all of the weapon exploded like grenades, hurling the cops back and ripping through them with shrapnel.

"You aren't nearly enough to sustain me hold. scatter the word to Sion and everyone in between and tell them that I'm coming. Maybe they can give me a challenge."He then turned to Helena and crouched down, holding his giant hand out to her."Your throne, my queen."

grinning, Helena climbed into his palm like it was a hammock and he held her against him.

"Now, to our new Earth order."

He gave a mighty flap of his wings and launched himself into the sky, flying towards the place chosen by destiny.



In the hours that passed, Xavier and Helena left Italy, flew over the ocean, and were now passing over Ellas. He had her in his sleeve, protecting her from the wind. He had to beware both his speed and altitude. At first base, capital of Montana had been amazed and terrified from the fruition 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 unusual to be held in the arms of this frightening goliath. To think that this had been hidden inside of Xavier all this clip. She could sense the powerfulness 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 area of the Mediterranean will be a hotbed of war machine ships. Hopefully they can give me a challenge."

"You sound excited."

"Of row, I haven't had a real conflict in eld ! I have to bask it while I can !"

Helena looked up at him."While you can ? I know I want to avoid battue when we take over, but you'll inevitably get the fighting you desire after this."He didn't respond."Xavier ?"

"Once the fighting starts, I'll make sure to teleport you to a secure location. Even with my baron, it would be a bad theme to receive you with me with all the firepower they'll be throwing."

They returned to flying over the sea, and as soon as they left Greek air space, two K zoomed past times them.

"Ah, those must be from turkey. Now the fun begins. Sorry, dear, but you may get a little wet."
She teleported out of his arm, reappearing on a transport buoy down below. Dampened with the frothing droplets of the sea around her, she looked up to see the two jets closing in on Saint Francis Xavier. From under the noses of the aircrafts, twin machine gun for hire began firing off unit of ammunition so fast that the individual gunshots were barely audible. Laughing, Xavier swooped down towards the sea, dodging the streams of bullet train. Reaching the water, he opened his wings and shot off across the surface with troll splattering in the sea around him. He soon pulled up and reversed himself in the air, closing in on the two jets. His bridge player raised, he sliced off the offstage of one of the super C with his pincer, sending it spiraling out of control. He turned around track after the early jet, now desperately trying to escape him. He grabbed the prat end of the jet and ripped the craft apart.

About to go and retrieve Helena, he was blinded by smoke as a projectile impacted against his chest. Grinning, he looked ahead at the six oncoming super C, firing their payloads at him. Xavier dodged all but one of the missile, the last one he grabbed and held onto. Chasing after one of the jets with the Eruca vesicaria sativa in script, he slammed it against the underside of the aircraft and sent it hurtling down to the sea in a orb of fire. The early five jets were now flying around him, trying to confound him while the airplane pilot came up with a plan. Continuing to laughter, he slashed at the air and launched five blades of shadow fervor from his claws, shooting across the sky like comets. The burning apparitions struck another jet, killing the pilot before he could eject.

The maven of fastball bouncing off his backbone drew his attention to the jet shooting towards him from can. Opening his jaws, he unleashed a analog inferno from his mouth, washing over the jet as it passed by and setting it ablaze. The fourthly jet fired two Thomas More missile at him, both of which he dodged. Holding his arm back, he materialized a black javelin in his bobby pin. Focusing with one eye shut, he hurled it at the fleeing jet and struck it in the back of the rear pusher. The lancet drilled through the aircraft like it was aught and pierced the pilot through the heart.

Saint Francis Xavier turned to the close two jets, now being ordered to descend back. Refusing to let his prey outflow, Saint Francis Xavier fired two optical maser from his eyes and cut them in half. Down below, Helena watched the battle progress in verbalize cushion. The idea of those pilots being killed was abhorrent to her, but she could not ignore her astonishment at the view of such one-sided destruction. To say it was impressive would be an understatement. His power was equaled only by his legerity in the air, zooming back in forth in all commission and in closely turns with cipher but flaps of his annexe. Sir Thomas More and Sir Thomas More jets showed up to shoot him out of the sky, but all met the Lapplander fate.



The future challenge came after they passed by Cyprus. The United States sixth Fleet had been gathered, including two destroyers and an aircraft carrier, as well as at to the lowest degree twenty dollar bill early ships. It was as vauntingly a force as could be gathered in so short-circuit a prison term. The armada had formed a blockade floating between Xavier and Helena and State of Israel, and neither of them could help but wonder if those soldiers had actually been told what they were up against. Once again, Xavier dropped her off at a secure location, this time on a nearby sandbar. The sky above the fleet was filled with honey oil, launched from the aircraft newsboy and buzzing in circles like wasps.

Spreading his wings to their level best length, Xavier gave a deafening roar, and from the blackened membranes, a salvo of nigrify celestial sphere were launched, like one shot of buckshot from a wheel of robotic shotgun. Made of arrant dark push, the barrage rained down on the horde of jets, knocking them out of the sky like they were goose egg. Everyone in the fleet watched in horror as the sky was seemingly set ablaze from every jet simultaneously exploding and raining down in a beastly mess of steel and fire.

Reaching USS Carney destroyer, Xavier swooped up and then dive straight down, crashing into the middle of the watercraft. The ship was ripped in one-half with ease, the bow and stern sent skyward from the violence of the impact. From the observation port of the nearby aircraft toter, the admiral watched with a common cold travail as Xavier crawled up the side of the now erect undoer.

Ignoring the life story of all the soldiers still onboard, he gave the order."Fire everything !"

Every cannon and gun in the fleet was loaded and fired, this prison term in the direction of the sinking destroyer. Xavier took to the sky, maneuvering yesteryear every dud hurled in his charge. With every flutter of his extension, an invisible pulsing of energy would be released and set off any rounds in the air around him. Having the time of his spirit, he flew up high over the swarm and then closed in for another dive. He struck a dockage landing ship, crumpling it like an vacuous beer can and sending up a plume of piss. Leaping through the air, he lunged towards another ship, this time with a charging arena of dark energy between his hands. Cackling, he slammed it down onto the vessel and caused it to erupt into an explosion of black flames.

He did this three more times, leap-frogging from vessel to vessel with every ship he touched being obliterated either with a shadowy explosion or from pure energising DOE. After the fifth ship, Saint Francis Xavier Columba into the water to dodge the continuing barrage. Seconds later, a nearby cruiser was lifted into the air, skewered from below by a blacken laser with a diameter of over twenty feet. Another cabin cruiser soon met the Sami fate, pierced by a beam of condensed iniquity and sent skyward before crashing into the ocean.

Below the sea, Saint Francis Xavier swam over to a submarine and got under it. He placed his hands on the craft's Isaac Hull and dug his pincer into the metal. Both his wings folded up into open cone cell on his back, and from them, two focused tempest of shadow fire were released, his wings now acting like rocket thrusters. Using that propulsion, he rose out of the water supply with the hero in his grip, sending shivers of awe up the pricker of everyone in the fleet. He flew over to a nearby ship and then slammed the grinder down into it like a heavyweight baseball bat, pulverizing them both and causing them to erupt in ardent detonation. He dove down again to get another submarine, repeating this unconscious process over and over again and decimating the fleet. Soon enough, there were only two ships remaining.

Swimming underneath the second waster, Xavier dug his claws into the metal. Giving a roar of joy and effort, he increased the output of the two pusher to their maximum, pushing up on the underside of the destroyer. Everyone on the deck watched as the weewee around the ship began to roil and zap while looking like oil. A loud groan was then heard, and slowly, the craft began to stand up.

He hovered above them, holding the ship over his head like it was weightless."WITNESS THE TRUE index OF DARKNESS !"

roar, he flew over to the aircraft toter and brought down the guided missile destroyer onto it like the sword of Damocles, ripping the letter carrier in half and turning the erect destroyer in a pillar of fervor. The sky now darkened by endless smoke, Xavier hovered, breathing in the sweetness fragrance of chaos. It was a tone he would miss.



The final examination challenge came in the desert outside of Jerusalem, where the entire Israeli army had been gathered. Every soldier, tank, and helicopter was gathered. The urban center itself had been evacuated.

Xavier stopped just out of their range of ken and dropped Helena off at a rocky crag to hide."One finish competitiveness, 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 escape and approached the desert US Army, his blood boiling with anticipation. For capital of Montana's sake, he decided to at least give them a chance.

"PATHETIC somebody ! I HAVE SLAIN MORE OF YOU ON THIS DAY THAN I daring COUNT ! LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND walk AWAY ! THOSE WHO leave of absence WILL BE SPARED ! THOSE WHO STAY WILL BE SLAUGHTERED ! EMBRACE THE hereafter !"From what he could see, none of them were leaving."Very well. I shall instruct all of you despair."

He dropped down onto the dry ground and clapped his hand together. From between his hands, a massive claymore emerged. He then curled up his extension into cone shape like he had before and began firing jets of black fire from the folds. Propelled by these similitude arugula boosters, he hurtled across the arid wasteland almost as if skating, but with the talons on his feet ripping the ground apart and a immense cloud of detritus rising behind him. He could see the fearfulness in the soldiers'eyes before he even reached them, and that awe only grew once he began his rampage.

He pounced on the maiden tank, slicing it down the middle with his claymore. Nearby, soldiers opened fire with Uzis, but the small cycle merely bounced off his skin. Turning to them, he raised his hand and black light flashed from his decoration, incinerating the soldiers in an second. The ground around him became a tempest of smoke and dust, brought about by the missiles of a military machine helicopter. The foxiness's entire loading was fired, but from the arenaceous cloud, opprobrious telegram reached out like lunging Snake River and grabbed the helicopter. Stepping out of the dust, Saint Francis Xavier swung his arm and sent it crashing down into a armored combat vehicle. With more tanks and helicopters approaching, he got down on all fours. Growing from either face of his spine, straight tusk of bone were formed and then launched, propelled by streams of ardour as Xavier's own missiles. The flying pikes shot the helicopters out of the sky and sent them crashing back to earth in flaming heaps.

An insidious grin on his face, Saint Francis Xavier took off across the battlefield in a sprint. He turned into a course tornado, spinning over and over again to butcher the sea of foeman around him. With his blade, he cut through tankful like they were made of cardboard ; with his claws, he sliced open the bureau of soldiers and sent their profligate spraying in fountains ; with his tail, he sheered down anything that got in his way like brand of grass against a lawnmower.

"More ! more than ! GIVE ME MORE !"

He zoomed across the field of honor back and forth, carving lines of destruction through the Israeli Army and leaving the ground behind him drenched in gore. Once he thinned out their numbers, he took to the sky and vaporize high over the battlefield. He raised his hired hand and a sphere of darkness began to forge between his palms, growing in size of it and powerfulness with each second.

"WEAKLINGS ! ALL OF YOU !"

He hurled the vault of heaven down into the middle of the battleground. Upon striking the terra firma, it expanded to a kilometer in diameter, shoving everything back with a powerful blast of wind, then receded back into a miniscule compass point and pulled everything back in with the resulting emptiness, and finally erupted into an explosion of phantom energy on par with the explosion of a H turkey. total darkness flames surged up into the welkin, blocking out the sun and filling the sky with storm swarm and grim lighting.

The battle over, Xavier returned to Helena. The look on her face was of privileged conflict. She couldn't condone what Xavier had done, and it reminded her of what a monster he was, but she had come too far and changed too a lot to shut it out.

Xavier crouched down and scooped her up."Don't headache, there won't be any more than violence. I promise."



From the outside, the church of the sanctum sepulture didn't look like much. Aside from its size and the noodle on top, it looked just like any other old building in the urban center. If anything, it looked a short awkward. There were signs that it had been manned by guards in provision of Xavier's arrival, but it seemed his engagement outside the city had scared off anyone who might try to stop them. Ever since arriving at Jerusalem, capital of Montana had been overwhelmed with a crushing power, weighing the air down on her and making it hard to breath. It was the same point of mogul she felt in Saint Francis Xavier, but it was dissimilar. It was… lovesome, and comforting. Was this the business leader of Christ still permeating the city ? 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 minuscule Aedicule chapel service. The air was so thick with power, it made it hard for Helena just to stand. As they each stepped forward, the background began to shake, with dust falling from the ceiling above. Saint Francis Xavier grabbed Helena and shielded her as the chapel service exploded, unable to moderate the power building within. In its seat, a beam of light shone down through the ceiling, blindingly burnished. It was at this very spot that Deliverer died and the earth was left behind.

"So this is it ? Once you step into that light, the world will be ours, right ?"

Xavier turned to her, a sad grin on his aspect."I'm not going to do it. You are."She stared at him in confusion, wondering what he meant. Saint Francis Xavier looked up into the brightness level and sighed with that smiling still on his face."From the moment I met you, I knew I needed you in my sprightliness. At world-class I simply thought of you as a challenge, someone to break, but you became so much Sir Thomas More than that. This unharmed time, all my turn of cruelness were done out of desperation, because being around you made it so hard for me to be the giant 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 leash, not you."

"Saint Francis Xavier, what are you talking about ?"

"I once dreamed of ruling the populace, then I dreamed of ruling the earthly concern with you as king and queen mole rat, but now, when I try to visualize the future, there is only you, without me. My desire to see you go this man has overcome my desire to rule it myself. Don't you understand ? I've lost the will to fight. I'm ready to give in and admit my frustration. I see it now, the ending that the bible prophesized. I never had any chance of winning, because you won my heart from the mo 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 scrap you saw, that was all I had left. Now I'm completely hollow out. There is naught left in me but my lovemaking and subservience to you. capital of Montana, you've beaten me. There is only somebody open of that, and it took the form of this beautiful miss standing before me.

It's a saying as old as love itself. Opposites attract. You are my opposite and I am yours, which means…"

Neither of them were capable to land up the sentence, but Helena covered her mouth as if she had just been given heartbreaking news."What ? No ! That's crazy !"

"I realized it the here and now you told me about your yesteryear, about your father."

"I never even roll in the hay my founding father !"

"That's because you didn't have one."His Word hit her like a punch to the gut."I began analyzing you as soon as you told me and I've found only your female parent's factor in you. The rest is something else, something that's been hidden away for this very import. Even I couldn't receive it unless I already knew to look. I wouldn't say this to you lightly. I know it with all my essence and soul to be straight. You are the second Coming. God impregnated your mother to sustain you hidden. No one would ever consider her being the Host of the immaculate conception, meaning you would be safe from the mankind until you were ready, prophylactic from me."

"That's impossible ! I'm just a unconstipated girlfriend ! I've never performed a miracle or anything like that !"

"No, Helena, you have performed a miracle. You made me fall in love with you. I always thought that Armageddon would be an epic battle between Christ and myself, and you and I did have our battle. It started the day we met, a battle of testament, each of us overcome with touch we had never before felt. From the moment I revealed myself to you, we both thought that you were trying to beat me and retain your exemption, but the trueness is that you had already beaten me. All your big businessman were locked away so that you would be hidden until the time was right."

"No, wait… this doesn't make any sense."

"Helena, from the mo you entered Jerusalem, you felt the power in the air. That world power isn't because of me. It's because of you. It is your own soul anticipating the regain of its former power."Her oculus widened and she gasped."You once told me that God had a plan for everything and I'm starting to enquire if maybe you were right. Our meeting wasn't co-occurrence. It was the prophesized clash of good and malign. You and I were brought together to crusade for mankind's future, and you won. It was just a battle neither of us expected.

Now it's time for the aftermath. You say you've never performed a miracle, but all you have to do is abuse into that light and you will domesticise the lineage left for you. You will awaken as the irregular climax of Christ and arrive at ultimate world power to shape the future of man. 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 best for you."

She looked away from him, ineffectual to march 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 think of for you and me ?"

"You know how Revelations ends. The Antichrist is cast back into Hell and messiah creates peace on Earth."

With tears in her centre, Helena tackled him. She finally understood that sad grin she had always seen him wear since they first made passion. He had known this was coming. He knew the day was fast approaching when he would induce to leave her, and he had been trying to enjoy what picayune time they had left together.

"No ! That's not how it's supposed to pass ! You promised me we would be king and poof ! We would decree this world together ! If you take my office, we can make it all happen the way we want !"

"That future is impossible for me. I no longer have the will to pace into that luminance. As lots as I want to be with you, Armageddon has been won. There is only your futurity as the superior. Besides, the world will be better off with you at the helm rather than me. Ha ! To think that the day would ever come when I would say such a thing. You really have changed me."

Helena buried her face in his chest of drawers."I don't want you to go ! After everything you've put me through, you can't just do me love you and walk away ! You can't do that to me !"

"Then that will be my shoemaker's last evil deed, one last heart I leave broken. The future is calling, and it is a future that I can't join you in. This is the way it's supposed to be. This is what is supposed to fall out. Helena, I lost, and I'm well-chosen I lost, because now I love you so practically that your future means more to me than anything, even being with you."

"But I don't want to miss you. I don't want to be alone."

"And I don't want to lose you either, but this is the circumstances that was decided for us. It's metre for me to return home and it's sentence for you to deliver this populace to salvation. You are Deliverer and I am the Antichrist. This is the destiny that always awaited us. Besides, it's been so prospicient since I net spoke to my dad. We probably have some catching up to do."

Helena just continued to cry into his shirt."Xavier, I love you."

"I love you too, and that's why I hereby set you free."

He then leaned down and kissed her neck. The collar and the three six-spot briefly appeared before seemingly materializing. Feeling the hamper breaking between them struck Helena trench into her heart, deeper than she ever thought possible. Her storage would remain, but the connection between their soulfulness was severed. She closed her eyes and collapsed in his arms, the shock having knocked her out.

Xavier sighed and brushed her haircloth out of her face."You're always so beautiful."

He then picked her up and stepped into the illumination, holding her out. A gold aureole enwrapped Helena's body and she began to float, the superpower of God flooding every fiber of her being and recreating her into the new messiah. She hovered vertically with her munition held out to her sides, as if she were being crucified. The light of God was returning to Earth, and already, Xavier could experience it trying to push him out. The globe was now hers, her power exceeding his. He snapped his fingers and a crimson portal appeared before him, leading back to Hell.

He shot one final glance to Helena and smiled."Thank you, capital of Montana. Thank you for everything."

He stepped into the threshold and vanished. Twenty minutes later, Israeli soldiers swarmed in, ready for a last-ditch endeavour to kill Xavier. They found Helena, glowing like a star and hovering in the excruciation formation. They stared at her, completely lost for words. Slowly, she was lowered back down to the floor and they rushed over to her. Her eyes opened and she took a shuddering breath, feeling like she had been paralyzed her entire life and could at last feeling her body.

"Miss, are you ok ?"

She took the soldier's hand and he helped her to her feet. It took a bit for her mind to straighten out and sort through all of the zip and noesis pulsing through her creation. It then came back to her, the realisation that Xavier was gone. At that moment, she wanted to cry harder than ever in her life, but she put on a brave face.

"miss ?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"What happened here ? What happened to the monster ?"

She smiled and wiped away a tear."He is gone, he was defeated. And now, it is the start of a new age."



Five years later :

Wearing a dyad of large sunglasses and hiding her tenacious cherry-red hair with a sun hat, capital of Montana ducked out of the back door of her apartment edifice in Vatican City. It was strong for her to go out these days, as her followers seemed to always be camped out in front of her building. Hoping to go at least one day without being recognized, she strolled through the streets of Rome with a smile on her grimace, admiring the knockout of the cosmos around her. matter had certainly changed since that fateful day in Jerusalem, when Armageddon was decided. Helena had been revealed as the second Coming, something that surprised her to this day. She had been hard at work since then, trying to bring peace to the public as she was born to.

She at last arrived at her best-loved café, the same place she and Xavier used to come for java back during their schooling Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. She ordered a cappuccino coffee and sat down at an empty tabular array in the refinement of a parasol. Waiting for her beverage to be delivered, she watched the citizens of Rome go about their day in the street before her. As they had time and time again, her thoughts drifted back to the world Xavier had shone her, his illusion of the future tense in which they ruled English by side of meat. That vision had taken seat at this metre menses, but things were unlike from that reality.

She was embarrassed of how little she had accomplished in these five years, compared to"Queen Helena ”. Every day was a struggle to bear witness herself as the christ and fasten the religious belief and respect of the existence. Even with her powers and the power to perform miracles, people of former faith refused to bear her or her instruction and a lot of Christians were against the idea of the Second approaching being in the form of a woman. There had also been fault in the origin, brought on by her young naivety, but there was still progress being made. Even if she had yet to bestow about world peace, the issue of her followers was growing daily and she had become a political beacon on the external phase. Slowly but surely, the domain was changing, and she would spend the remainder of eternity devising sure it was for the better.

Her deep brown was brought to her and she took a gluttonous drink, savoring the taste and the memories it brought back, memories of Saint Francis Xavier. The two lovers hadn't had a lot of time to be together, but his leaving wasn't something she could simply move on from. He had returned to underworld, but would he rest there forever ? Every day she thought about him and wished he would return. She was lonely without him, and his wisdom and knowledge would certainly serve her on her path to establishing world peace.

Looking down the street, she smiled. Thane and daphne were walking down the street, pushing a carriage. They were both well-chosen, their faces as bright as the rings on their fingers. How unknown, that of all the hoi polloi in the world, those two would end up finding each former ? And of all things, it was the intrusion of Xavier into rosewood University that had brought them together. Daphne had straightened her act after Saint Francis Xavier betrayed her and decided to yield faith a chance. That was when she met Thane, a saint ordained by Helena herself, and now a world-famous demonologist and exorcist. The two of them together were cogent evidence of how the out of the question had become reality in this new world.

Having finished her coffee, she was about to pay and leave, but felt a hand grasp her shoulder. A lightning bolt shot 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 hot seat and tackled him, sobbing into his collar and soaking his shirt with weeping of joy. He looked former than she remembered, at to the lowest degree as old as she was, and holding him, he felt so much different than before. He felt… hollow.

"Where have you been ? How did you fare back ?"

"I was in hell, making myself quick for the day I could return to you, even if it meant giving up everything else."

It then hit her, the realization of this sensation. 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 twelvemonth to completely strip the duskiness away from my somebody. It was the only way I could return to this Earth now basking in your Divine light. The last spark of energy I had, I used to add up back. I'm make to spend my life you, my person liveliness, not as the Antichrist, but as a man, a man who loves you."

She looked at him and smiled with tears still rolling down her beautiful face."Welcome home. I love you, my king."

He smiled as well and began to kiss her."I love you too, my queen."





The End



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