The aplomb cinch sent short leaves rustling across the courtyard. The sun had disappeared below the horizon many hours ago. Primitive lamps hung from the front of various buildings, lighting the thoroughfare of the menial, countrified town. Scattered members of the community were still out and about, concluding their business. Some were closing their shops. Others were saying good day to neighbour after a bountiful harvesting repast. The streets would empty by the witching hour. It was All holler 's Eve and soon stamping ground and demons of the Hades would have liberate reign over the Earth.

Joseph marched across the town square with aim, his mind and spunk in turmoil. He pulled his cloak around him tightly as his kicking squished against mud and stone. The last few Day had been trying, though he 'd done his upright to cover his put out state from his dutiful wife. How could he tell such a double-dyed fair sex of the dreaded things he 'd seen ? Of the disgraceful matter he 'd done in his own idea 's eye !

Theirs was a bare town and a simple people. They 'd turned away from all New things to live a sprightliness of hard body of work and religious belief. Their community consisted of a church service, a tap house, a few shops, many farms and piddling else. Their days were spent in piety and reverence for all creation. This made the visions plaguing Joseph that a good deal harder to bear. It was a mockery of their custom. An affront to their entire way of life.

For three prospicient nights, Joseph had not known peaceable slumber. Many times he 'd been tempted to spill his seed while confection Cordelia slept just inch from his trembling body. The visions drove him to lustful madness. Each night it grew more difficult to ride out his hand.

Joseph could, at any time, have woken her to engage. Intercourse within the matrimony bed was sanctified and his right field as husband and man of the house. And yet, that was as far from his desires as Lucifer stood from the throne of God. His nervous impulse had turned licentious and unholy. What he now craved was an execration unto the lord.

He hoped the Village priest could help chase away these fiendish materialisation. At his cobbler's last sermon, Father Raymond had said, very specifically, that he would be available for confession later than common on this night. It was not uncommon for men or woman to contend with demon on the eve of All ideal 's Day.

That 's how Halloween had come to be known, after all, though no one in the hamlet called it that. There were no glowing Cucurbita pepo. No candy or costumes. Only low voices and dim lights as Chief Joseph closed the space to the Christian church. He thanked God as he witnessed candle light glowing from the cathedral 's multicolored windowpane. Father Raymond was faithful, as always ; a beacon of forgivingness and wisdom in a macrocosm growing ever darker.

He opened the large wooden room access and stepped into the hallowed hall. Chief Joseph pulled the hood from his drumhead as he entered the noble 's sign of the zodiac ; showing proper respect. Candles lit his way as he proceeded down the wrangle of church bench. He continued to the front line of the communion table before turning and heading to the confessional. As expected, standard candle were lit outside the boastfully, carved wooden booths. Joseph was please to see the curtain of the sinner 's stall was open. He was in no modality to wait.

He stepped into the booth eagerly and closed the heavy drapery behind him. Sure enough, he could see a coloured flesh sitting on the early side of meat through the latticed opening in the center. He was surprised that father Raymond had no lamps or candela lit within. That would seem prudent on so dark and ill a night. His figure could only be deciphered by the residuum glowing of the candles outside.

"Good even, Father."

"Good evening, my son. What troubles you ?"

"Is it not very coloured in these stall ?"

"It is sound to reside in duskiness from time to time. To know darkness and solitude is to truly know one 's mentation. To strip strip the soul and see what lies at its core."

"Indeed, Father, you 've struck the root. I fear that is precisely why I sit before you tonight."

"Speak the words and unburden yourself, my son."

Chief Joseph took a deep breath and sighed. He raised his right hand and made the sign of the cross over his font, thorax and articulatio humeri as he began."Bless me founder, for I have sinned. It has been two week since my last confession. In that time, I have transgressed on each and every day, but it was not until these last few nights that the weight of my hell became unbearable."

"Of what sinfulness do you speak ?"

"Impure thought. hellish visions. Lustful yearning for cheating impropriety."

Father Raymond shifted in his electric chair and Joseph heard the creak of woodwind instrument as he re-positioned himself."Demonic visions you say ? Then, these urges you 're experiencing are intense ?"

"Very vivid, Fatherhood, and the woman in these ... hallucinations resort me endlessly. She mocks, teases and seduces me into flagitious acts of debauchery."

"They may be more than hallucinations, my son, but before I judge, recount me more. Describe this adult female who haunts your thoughts and dreams."

Chief Joseph paused a few moments, reluctant to go into point. It would be embarrassing to contribution such thing, but he knew if there was to be any cure for his unwellness, he must be forthright."She is a fair shin woman with markings all over her physical structure. Some kind of scars or tattoos. Taller than nigh men and always dressed in sinful garb. The color of her hair is different each time. Sometimes she has horns at her temple, a cloven fag end or even wings."

Church Father Raymond waited, expecting more, but the John Wilkes Booth remained soundless."Is that all, my son ? Have you left nothing out ?"

"She also has ..."

"Has what ?"

"... a large .... phallus."

The word hung in the air and it was the priest 's turn to pause before speaking.

"Chief Joseph, I 'm deplorable to recite you this, but it 's critically important that you know ... You are in good danger."

"What do you mean, Father ? What kind of danger ?"

"I have seen this phenomenon before. Too many times, unfortunately. The forces of iniquity seek to corrupt our village with stunning geometrical regularity. All Hallow 's Eve is a common separation for such acts. Thankfully, it has prepared me with the knowledge to contend with such threats. You must take heed to me carefully and do exactly as I say."

"Instruct me, Father, please."

The wooden seating creaked again and Joseph could find out the old man leaning forward in his chairwoman. His darkened typeface grew closer to the partition between them.

"This means a adult female in our settlement has been possessed. That womanhood has cast a go on you. You 've heard her calling to you, yes ? Beckoning for your companionship ?"

"I have."

"Your anguish will only grow until you meet with her. If you wait in the square, tonight, you will no dubiety find her. Your sins will be many, but you must surrender to her and do what this womanhood commands. You must follow her, obey her and sate her every thirst on this night."

"What ? ! ? But that 's ..."

"I know, my son, but if you do not, you will deteriorate until your nous is gone."

secrecy permeated the booth as candlelight flickered outside. vestige danced left and right as Joseph considered what he should say.

"I suppose I have no option, then."

"I 'm afraid not. You must do this and then take back to me tomorrow night. Fear not, for I will absolve you of all wickedness."

"Will I return to normal ?"

"I hope so. Let us kneel and pray."

The chairs creaked as both Chief Joseph and Father Raymond stood. Each lowered themselves onto the small riser pipeline near the nub. They knelt just in presence of the bulwark of cross-shaped maw that formed the divider. Both bowed their head in prayer as the priest spoke.

"lord God, please clean the somebody of your servant and forgive his many hell. long pillow thy son, Chief Joseph, against this malefic plot. Protect him from the harlot and all her wicked machinations ! Let him face this swearword bravely and with stalwart faith. See him through this dreadful Devil 's Night ! Amen."

"Amen."

"Go, now, my son. Do not keep on her waiting. I will pray for you while you face this ordeal."

"Thank you, father."

The curtain rattled open and Joseph made a precipitant exit. Although grateful for his row, the prayers of Father Raymond had failed to soothe his conscience. His footfall echoed through the holy chamber as he headed for the entranceway with much trepidation.

* * * * *

Joseph leaned against the outer wall of the darkened general store, waiting with an anxious warmness. After fifteen arcminute in the townsfolk square the frigidity was setting into his organic structure. He was about to withdraw a pipe from his scoop and light up when a hooded figure walked into the dim light of the court. This person had the figure of a woman, but was considerably tall than any woman in the Greenwich Village. It had to be her.

She zeroed in on Joseph, stalking towards him directly. Her identity was concealed under a thick, brown cloak. As she drew closer, her footwear gave her away. Her iron heel were showy blackened with high heels. No one in the community owned such things. Or so he thought, until now.

As the mysterious adult female came within a few paces, she raised her arms and lifted her hood. Chief Joseph saw a familiar look and gasped.

"Elizabeth I ! Is ... is that you ? ! ?"

Her sultry lips and seductive, weak gray oculus were the Same, but much of her had changed. Her yearn hair had taken on the color of cerulean amobarbital sodium. Her boldness was covered in the strange, fiendish marks he 'd seen many times in his visions. Her taller stature could not be attributed solely to the stilettos of her iron boot. She was significantly magniloquent and hard than she 'd ever been.

"It is, but you will not use that name tonight."

Chief Joseph swallowed."Then how should I address you ?"

"Mistress"she stated flatly with a inhuman gaze.

Elizabeth II opened her robe and revealed her full-of-the-moon, curvy physical structure. Chief Joseph 's eye went wide as he drank in an incredible wad. Shiny blackness leather crept up her legs to mid-thigh. Garters trailed upward to the black rubber corset that barely held up her massive tit. In the midst of it all was a retentive, thick, untrimmed prick. The still, massive appendage looked Sir Thomas More fit for some beastly creature of legend than a human being. A safe dangled from her weighty spear, the tip filled to bursting with viscous semen.

To his endless shame, Joseph was not repulsed by this. His mouth went dry as the beating of his warmness quickened. His phallus stirred below as his body was overcome by lust. He desired to lay with this woman, as he 'd counter many times. Their extraordinary relation was the subject of his daydreams and nightmares alike.

"I grew tired of waiting, so I started without you"she said with a haughty grin. Elizabeth II reached down, pulled the rubber-base paint sleeve from her glistening rod and tossed it aside. It hit the sett with a splatter of creamy spunk.

Joseph had many interrogative sentence, but just as he moved to pose them, she silenced him with a command.

"Follow me."

Elizabeth closed the robe around her dead body and started down a quietly back street. Joseph followed her, his curiosity beckoning him as much as his libido. He 'd always thought Elizabeth was beautiful, but she was married and so was he. A virgin man would not look on her covetously. But man is sinful and the joy of the flesh forever weigh upon his mind. It was almost try-on she 'd transformed and seduced him in sinister fashion. One would hardly call a sexual affair penalisation, but given her size and posture, Joseph suspected he would soon reconsider.

The towering woman led him into the darkness. They passed behind many of the main street 's buildings before rejoining the central road and walking into the gloomy countryside. The waning light of the Lucifer 's moon lit their path as they approached an abandoned barn. The complex body part had belonged to an old yoke who 'd passed away many seasons hence. It had not yet been repurposed.

They proceeded to the side entrance where Elizabeth opened the door and entered. He followed her in and the door was swiftly closed and latched shut. They were in pitch inkiness a few consequence as Chief Joseph heard her thrill squelch through the gunk. An oil lamp blazed to life and the boastfully b was illuminated in light orange.

Elizabeth disrobed and tossed the long, brown garment over the side of a stall."Remove your apparel"she instructed curtly.

Joseph set to the undertaking, removing his hat and cloak and finding a lieu to hang them. The rest of his clothes joined them as Elizabeth strutted to his incline and watched him get naked in the eerie spark. Her smile was devious.

She grasped her stopcock and began stroking the heavyweight hose of chassis up and down lewdly."You want this, do n't you Chief Joseph ?"

"Y-Yes ..."he admitted, cursing himself for how eagerly his reply was given.

"Then you 'd break get it nice and strong. This is your responsibility now."She chuckled before releasing her dick and turning her binding to him. Her large, round keister was presented to him just above her latex-clad thighs.

"On your stifle where you belong and put your glossa in my ass, you filthy pig !"she spat over her shoulder.

Joseph shuffled forward, his spare foundation squishing in the goop until he was just behind her. He knelt down, his knees pressing into the vulgarism as he pushed his face into her copious ass cheeks. He put his tongue to act upon directly, gliding up and down her crack and probing her rosebud with quick, wet physical body. Joseph was astonished by how naturally it came to him. He took handle of her large, supple second joint to steady himself.

"Oooh, I should penalize you for that ! Touching without permission is a no-no. But I 'll let it go this time, since you 're new at this. Would n't know it from your proficiency ... You 've licked a lot of asses, have n't you ?"

Joseph moved to pull his face and dissent. She grabbed him forcefully by the hair and kept him sealed in her ass."I gave you no permission to mouth, you lech ! Besides, your spit is talking plenty ..."

He speared his moist bod into her soft ruck repeatedly. In between prolonged series of tongue-fucks, he glided his human face up and down her increasingly sloppy crack with thirsty groan. Blood rushed to her massive unit and Elizabeth I 's cock stiffened rapidly. Her dense orb dangled below, churning with seed and aching with primal lust.

"What a holy man you are !"Her irony dripped between panted hint."Licking a woman 's ass in a muddy barn ! About to get fucked up the ass ... Do you believe your wife will ever be able-bodied to please you again ?"

Joseph groaned from the depths of her derriere. He hated her words, but his solidifying cock attested to their truthfulness. In this import, he wanted goose egg but to be used and degraded by this demonic succubus. The mentation of loving affaire in the marriage bed was revolting to him, now.

He worshiped her ass until Elizabeth 's enormous rod jutted out at replete attention. Satisfied, she pulled his head free from her unemotionality slathered cheeks."Get up !"

Joseph was pulled, by the hair, to one of the nearby barn stalls. In it was a prominent, stave Basel of hay and some barn equipment ; presumably leftover from the former owners. It was all too neatly arranged for it to throw been conjunction, though. It seemed that Elizabeth I had used this area to think about before.

She bent him over the slurred seat of stalk and kicked his legs apart. Chief Joseph heard the doggerel of metal rings and buckles. Within seconds, he was presented with an old horse bit.

"Open."

He obeyed and the musty, leather bit was strapped into his mouth. The harness was n't made for a human drumhead, but his new schoolma'am made do. She fastened the buckles and straps tightly until the metal doughnut stretched his cheeks and the leather thermionic valve was pulled painfully into the back of his mouth.

"I 'm going to enjoy making you screech, but I 'd rather you not awaken up half the village."

She pulled his blazonry behind him roughly and tied them together with thick rope. Soon Chief Joseph was bound over the magnanimous hay bale. His leg were open widely and his bare feet sank in the gripping, sloppy sludge.

Elizabeth II stroked herself smoothly as she groped his ass with her spare hand. She gazed down at his bound and gap eagle form, relishing the moment of conquering."facial expression at you ... A proper mare ready to be bred. And I have just the cock to do it ! Sadly, for you, there 's no lubricating substance for sales agreement in this backwater shithole."

She shoved the fat head of her cock into his satiny starfish and rammed it home.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ! ! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some balmy form of lubrication as inch after inch of her humongous cum tube tunneled into his warm, heavy walls. Elizabeth I seized his pelvic arch with an branding iron grip as she guided her bulging missile of flesh into his moist depths.

"Nnnnnggggghhhhhhhhh ... OH FUCK ! ! ! YES ! ! !"

Claiming a virgin ass was the best flavour in the world to Elizabeth now. She wanted it every day. No, every hour ! She would get her wish eventually. Soon she would learn the illusion that made a loosened anatomical sphincter tight again. Her new companions had promised to teach her.

Pain and a brutal fullness Chief Joseph did n't sleep together was possible tore through his helpless cakehole. Elizabeth bucked into him and stretched his pucker without mercy. teardrop streamed from his eyes as he wailed into his gag. And yet, even at this afflictive other leg, the soaring of fat, glossy stopcock into his profoundness brought with it a hint of unexpected delight. He yanked on his tight bail and was surprised to feel the unavailing motion thrilled him in an usual fashion. It made him feel giddy.

Elizabeth II emitted a devious chuckle as she began sawing her incomparable member in and out of his unhallow rectum. She plowed in a little farther with each sloppy insertion, her prodigious pre-cum lubricating the way for her full interpolation."Admit it, you little cunt ! You 're enjoying this !"

"NNNRRMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"Joseph shook his chief from side to side. He 'd line up some tiny scrap of pride left at the bottom of his stain soul. He clung to it, stubbornly, even though it was too of late. There was no denying she was right.

"Pffft ... I may accord with demons, but at least I 'm not a liar. Now you have another sin to concede !"

*SMACK*

She belted his ass with the medal of her hand before increasing the yard of her plowing. She railed him fast and hard as air and pockets of pre-cum escaped from his stretched pucker. Her cock dove deeper with every jab until her massive ball slapped against the hay. Elizabeth had drilled all the way in and her climax was loyal approaching.

Joseph sputtered into his gag as the pain sensation faded into pleasant reaming. A strange sensation flooded him with fag pleasure as his prostate hummed for the first off time in his life. Elizabeth II grunted and moaned blissfully as she rutted like an animal. She fucked him mercilessly, plowing through his tight, squishy entrance with every poke of her hips.

As her rallying cry of ecstasy grew louder, black horn sprouted from her temple and dismal annexe erupted from her rachis. A tail formed from the base of her spine, the end turnout into a black spade. The unholy appendages stretched from her soundbox as she pounded her newest slave. Each of her demonic features grew heavy and foresighted than the last time she 'd claimed a man 's anal virginity. Her thrust became needy and frenzied as her hips and scrotum slammed into Chief Joseph 's bottom painfully.

"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

An sea of hot, corrupting jizzum hosed into Joseph 's insides as she hilted herself in his body and pushed him into the hay. She convulsed over and over, wailing in joy as hot, silky gook flowed from her glans and flooded his packed depths. Joseph could only groan into his gag as his stiff penis shot its encumbrance, firing thick-skulled ribbons of cum all over the hay and the muddy soil below.

Long after Joseph 's force orgasm ended, Elizabeth II continued to moan and murmur as her balls emptied in her cum-dumpster slave. With nowhere else to go, creamy nut splattered from the SEAL of her pulsing cock and his debase ruck. cosmic string of awkward white grime spat all over her body, decorating her lustrous black thigh-highs and drizzling to the stern of her gunked up boots.

When her sexual climax finally ended, Elizabeth II withdrew herself with a wet slurch. midst rope of pungent seed connected her glans to his gaping hole. A truelove stream of warm, glue-like touchwood dribbled from Joseph 's blown-out bottom as he lay, locked in bondage, and groaned.

Delighted to see that her satanic adornments had grown once again, the siren laughed wickedly and seized a horse whip from the slope of the stall.

*CRACK crack pass CRACK CRACK CRACK snap CRACK*

The thick leather ripped into Chief Joseph 's cum-caked nerve. Elizabeth cackled and enjoyed the afterglow of a hefty climax with yet more mastery. Flecks and fibril of cum flew everywhere as she beat his ass. White filth coated the whiplash and splattered from Chief Joseph 's jolting humble body with each forceful flaying. The reddening bar across his ass grew deeper each time his flesh was kissed with the fleshly contact of raw hide.

Joseph 's eyes bulged, half from the pain and half from the realization that he was somehow enjoying this intervention. He knew, in that moment, that he would beg for more if not for the phlegm-drenched bit holding down his glossa. His hands twisted in the thick rophy pinning his arms behind him. He secretly wished she would never untie them.

When his ass was lashed to brutal, reddened inflammation and Elizabeth was satisfied, she tossed the whip on the ground with a slow clunk. She placed one cum-strewn, muddied boot on his rachis as she leaned down and began unstrapping the horse cavalry harness from his edge head.

"First, you 're going to clean the filth from my cock with that slutty rima oris of yours. Once you 've tasted the second helping of my seed, you will lick my rush until they shine ! Understood, slave ?"

Joseph drew a deep breathing place as the bit was pulled from his oral fissure. The words that followed were perhaps the most heartfelt he 'd spoken since his nuptials day.

"Thank you, schoolma'am !"

* * * * *

Father-God Raymond sat in the confessional, deep in meditation. It had been a long service for All Saint 's Day, but he was happy to stay longer and furnish much needed assist to his flock. He waited in the wickedness, patiently, until the auditory sensation of footsteps reverberated through the entrance hall. He peeked out into the chapel and smiled. Joseph had returned and looked no worse for wear.

He waited until the man stepped into the opposite booth and the curtain rattled closed. Neither of them said anything at first and Raymond attempted to approximate his disposition. He was most probably confused by his experience, but Father had talked many men through this tribulation before.

"You 've returned."

"I have, Father."

"Did the fancy woman find you in the Nox ?"

"She did."

"So, now you 've known admittedly nefariousness. You 've felt the cruel flaying of unholy lust upon your figure. You 've seen the accuracy of animal sin."

"I have."

"And you slept well last dark, did you not ?"

"bettor than I have in weeks."

"There are no Thomas More visions ? No more terrors in the day or nighttime ?"

"None, Father."

"All infernal enticement has been purged from your heart ?"

"Yes"he lied.

"God Almighty God and all the paragon above, carry on us all as you have sheltered Joseph in his clock time of need ! Bless and maintain your son as he has kept faith in you ! Forgive his sin and let him move forward, basking in the trueness, the light and the love of the holy Trinity. Amen !"

"Amen."

"Go home, Joseph, and buss your wife without apprehension. Your lips are pure once more."

"Thank you, Father."

The curtain jibe open and Joseph stomped out of the booth. Swift footfalls echoed off the far walls and vaulted ceiling as he made a precipitant exit.

Father Raymond watched him leave ; a broad grin spreading across his face. His optic twinkled in the blue seclusion of the confessional.

Elizabeth had chosen well. Joseph was a tower of the residential district, but not for much longer. He would never be the same after this. He would always crave another hellish sexual union. Always long for more. And Elizabeth would put up it, for now. She was quickly becoming an police officer of deservingness in the darkness Divine 's regular army. A succubus that loved her study and relished her powerfulness over men.

The putrefaction of the town was proceeding apace. When Father Raymond had gathered all the needful materials and the moon was in its proper phase, the ritual would be performed again. Another cleaning lady would be transformed and a new succuba would be born. Cordelia would be next.

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