The cool zephyr sent stagnant leaves rustling across the courtyard. The sun had disappeared below the horizon many hours ago. Primitive lamps hung from the front of assorted buildings, lighting the thoroughfare of the humble, countryfied town. Scattered fellow member of the community were still out and about, concluding their business. Some were closing their store. Others were saying adieu to neighbors after a bounteous harvest meal. The streets would discharge by the witching hour. It was All holler 's Eve and soon haunts and demons of the Hades would have liberate sovereignty over the Earth.

Joseph marched across the town second power with purpose, his nous and nerves in agitation. He pulled his cloak around him tightly as his kick squished against mud and Edward Durell Stone. The finale few days had been trying, though he 'd done his honorable to hide his tumultuous DoS from his dutiful married woman. How could he tell such a pure fair sex of the awful affair he 'd seen ? Of the scandalous things he 'd done in his own creative thinker 's eye !

Theirs was a simple town and a simple people. They 'd turned away from all modern things to live a life of backbreaking work and organized religion. Their community consisted of a church, a tavern, a few shops, many farms and little else. Their Clarence Day were spent in piousness and awe for all creation. This made the imaginativeness plaguing Joseph that much arduous to bear. It was a mockery of their custom. An affront to their intact way of life.

For three farseeing nights, Joseph had not known peaceful slumber. Many times he 'd been tempted to spill his seed while sugared Cordelia slept just in from his trembling body. The visions drove him to lustful craziness. Each dark it grew more difficult to stay his hand.

Chief Joseph could, at any metre, have woken her to engage. Intercourse within the marriage bed was sanctified and his right as husband and man of the planetary house. And yet, that was as far from his desires as Lucifer stood from the commode of God. His impulses had turned licentious and infernal. What he now craved was an execration unto the lord.

He hoped the settlement priest could avail dissipate these hellish demonstration. At his last sermon, Father Raymond had said, very specifically, that he would be available for confession later than usual on this Night. It was not rare for men or women to repugn with ogre on the eve of All Saint 's Day.

That 's how Halloween had come to be known, after all, though no one in the settlement called it that. There were no glowing pumpkins. No candy or costumes. Only low voices and dim visible radiation as Joseph closed the distance to the church service. He thanked God as he witnessed candle light glowing from the cathedral 's painted windows. forefather Raymond was faithful, as always ; a beacon of forgivingness and wisdom in a world growing ever darker.

He opened the large wooden door and stepped into the hallowed hall. Joseph pulled the hoodlum from his head as he entered the lord 's house ; showing proper respect. taper lit his way as he proceeded down the rows of church bench. He continued to the front of the Lord's table before turning and heading to the confessional. As expected, candles were lit outside the large, carved wooden Booth. Joseph was pleased to see the curtain of the sinner 's stall was afford. He was in no mood to wait.

He stepped into the booth eagerly and closed the heavy curtain behind him. Sure enough, he could see a obscure figure sitting on the other face through the fretted possibility in the mall. He was surprised that Father Raymond had no lamps or candles lit within. That would seem prudent on so non-white and sinister a nighttime. His figure could only be deciphered by the residual luminescence of the cd outside.

"Good even, Father."

"trade good evening, my son. What troubles you ?"

"Is it not very glum in these booths ?"

"It is good to domiciliate in darkness from prison term to time. To sleep together wickedness and solitude is to truly know one 's opinion. To strip publicise 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 crown of thorns over his face, pectus and berm as he began."Bless me Padre, for I have sinned. It has been two workweek 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 free weight of my sins became unbearable."

"Of what sins do you speak ?"

"Impure thoughts. Demonic visions. lusty yearning for adulterous impropriety."

begetter Raymond shifted in his electric chair and Chief Joseph heard the creaking of Sir Henry Joseph Wood as he re-positioned himself."Demonic visions you say ? Then, these urges you 're experiencing are intense ?"

"Very intense, Father, and the adult female in these ... hallucinations haunts me endlessly. She mocks, teases and seduces me into heinous acts of debauchery."

"They may be more than hallucinations, my son, but before I judge, tell me to a greater extent. Describe this adult female who haunts your mentation and dreams."

Joseph paused a few mo, reluctant to go into detail. It would be embarrassing to share such things, but he knew if there was to be any cure for his malady, he must be forthright."She is a fair skinned woman with markings all over her body. Some kind of scrape or tattoos. Taller than most men and always dressed in wicked attire. The color of her tomentum is dissimilar each sentence. Sometimes she has saddle horn at her temple, a cloven hind end or even wings."

father Raymond waited, expecting more, but the booth remained silent."Is that all, my son ? Have you left nothing out ?"

"She also has ..."

"Has what ?"

"... a heavy .... phallus."

The news hung in the air and it was the priest 's tour to hesitate before speaking.

"Joseph, I 'm dingy to narrate you this, but it 's critically important that you know ... You are in serious danger."

"What do you have in mind, Father ? What kind of danger ?"

"I have seen this phenomenon before. Too many clip, unfortunately. The force of darkness seek to corrupt our village with stunning regularity. All Hallow 's Eve is a common time interval for such acts. Thankfully, it has prepared me with the knowledge to cope with such threats. You must heed to me carefully and do exactly as I say."

"Instruct me, Father, please."

The wooden seating creaked again and Joseph could hear the old man leaning forward in his chair. His darkened look grew faithful to the partition between them.

"This means a cleaning woman in our village has been possessed. That woman has cast a turn on you. You 've heard her calling to you, yes ? Beckoning for your company ?"

"I have."

"Your torment will only get until you meet with her. If you wait in the square, tonight, you will no doubt find her. Your sinfulness will be many, but you must cede to her and do what this charwoman commands. You must travel along her, obey her and sate her every hunger on this night."

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

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

Silence permeated the booths as candlelight flickered outside. Shadows danced left and right as Chief Joseph considered what he should say.

"I suppose I have no choice, then."

"I 'm afraid not. You must do this and then return to me tomorrow night. care not, for I will shrive you of all wickedness."

"Will I return to normal ?"

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

The chairs creaked as both Joseph and Father Raymond stood. Each lowered themselves onto the small-scale riser pipe near the nerve centre. They knelt just in straw man of the bulwark of cross-shaped holes that formed the divider. Both bowed their head in prayer as the non-Christian priest spoke.

"Lord God, delight cleanse the soul of your servant and forgive his many sins. Bolster thy son, Joseph, against this evilness patch. Protect him from the woman of the street and all her wicked machinations ! Let him face this condemnation bravely and with sturdy faith. See him through this dire daimon 's Night ! Amen."

"Amen."

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

"Thank you, father."

The drape rattled open and Joseph made a hasty way out. Although grateful for his words, the prayers of Father Raymond had failed to soothe his conscience. His footstep echoed through the holy sleeping room as he headed for the entrance with a lot trepidation.

* * * * *

Joseph leaned against the outer wall of the darkened universal storage, waiting with an anxious affectionateness. After fifteen mo in the townsfolk square the coldness was setting into his body. He was about to withdraw a pipage from his pocket and light up when a hooded frame walked into the dim light of the court. This soul had the shape of a womanhood, but was considerably taller than any woman in the 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 boots were glossy black with high heels. No one in the community owned such matter. Or so he thought, until now.

As the orphic char came within a few paces, she raised her weapons system and lifted her cowling. Chief Joseph saw a familiar typeface and gasped.

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

Her sultry lips and seductive, lightly gray eyes were the same, but much of her had changed. Her long hair had taken on the color of Azure blue. Her face was covered in the strange, fiendish cross he 'd seen many times in his visions. Her taller height could not be attributed solely to the stilettos of her iron boot. She was significantly taller and stronger than she 'd ever been.

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

Joseph swallowed."Then how should I direct you ?"

"Mistress"she stated flatly with a cold gaze.

Elizabeth opened her robe and revealed her to the full, busty physical structure. Joseph 's eyes went wide as he drank in an incredible visual sense. Shiny disastrous leather crept up her legs to mid-thigh. Garters trailed upward to the blacken rubber stays that barely held up her massive breasts. In the midst of it all was a long, thickly, uncut peter. The unruffled, monumental outgrowth looked more fit for some beastly creature of legend than a human being. A condom dangled from her weighty shaft, the tip filled to bursting with viscid semen.

To his eternal shame, Joseph was not repulsed by this. His sassing went dry as the thrashing of his heart quickened. His member stirred below as his body was overcome by lustfulness. He desired to lay with this woman, as he 'd foreseen many multiplication. Their sinful sexual intercourse was the subject of his daydreams and nightmare alike.

"I grew tired of waiting, so I started without you"she said with a haughty smiling. Elizabeth I reached down, pulled the latex paint sleeve from her glistening rod and tossed it aside. It hit the cobblestones with a sputtering of creamy spunk.

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

"Follow me."

Elizabeth closed the robe around her body and started down a tranquillise alley. Joseph followed her, his oddment beckoning him as much as his libido. He 'd always thought Elizabeth was beautiful, but she was married and so was he. A pure man would not count on her covetously. But man is sinful and the pleasures of the flesh forever weigh upon his mind. It was almost fitting she 'd transformed and seduced him in sinister way. One would hardly call a intimate function penalty, but given her sizing and strength, Chief Joseph suspected he would soon reconsider.

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

They proceeded to the incline incoming where Elizabeth I opened the door and entered. He followed her in and the doorway was swiftly closed and latched shut. They were in delivery total darkness a few moments as Joseph heard her iron boot squelch through the guck. An oil lamp blazed to liveliness and the large barn was illuminated in clear orange.

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

Joseph set to the task, removing his hat and cloak and finding a billet to give ear them. The rest of his clothes joined them as Elizabeth strutted to his side and watched him get naked in the eerie light source. Her grinning was devious.

She grasped her cock and began stroking the giant hosiery of form up and down lewdly."You want this, do n't you Joseph ?"

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

"Then you 'd improve get it nice and hard. This is your responsibility now."She chuckled before releasing her shaft and turning her backrest to him. Her expectant, round tooshie was presented to him just above her latex-clad thighs.

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

Joseph shuffled forward, his naked understructure squishing in the muck until he was just behind her. He knelt down, his knees pressing into the filth as he pushed his brass into her ample ass nerve. He put his tongue to solve directly, gliding up and down her crack cocaine and probing her rosebud with warm, wet soma. Joseph was astonished by how naturally it came to him. He took detention of her large, limber thigh to steady himself.

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

Joseph moved to extract his brass and protest. She grabbed him forcefully by the fuzz and kept him sealed in her ass."I gave you no license to speak, you lech ! Besides, your tongue is talking mountain ..."

He speared his moist build into her soft pucker repeatedly. In between lengthy series of tongue-fucks, he glided his face up and down her increasingly slapdash crack with hungry moans. Blood rushed to her massive unit and Elizabeth 's cock stiffened rapidly. Her heavy balls dangled below, churning with seed and aching with key lust.

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

Joseph groaned from the depths of her derriere. He hated her news, but his curing cock attested to their truthfulness. In this second, he wanted nada but to be used and degraded by this fiendish succuba. The intellection of loving intimacy in the married couple bed was revolting to him, now.

He worshiped her ass until Elizabeth 's enormous rod jutted out at fully aid. Satisfied, she pulled his top dog relieve from her sluggishness slathered impudence."Get up !"

Chief Joseph was pulled, by the haircloth, to one of the nearby barn stalls. In it was a large, pear-shaped Basle of hay and some barn equipment ; presumably leftover from the previous possessor. It was all too neatly arranged for it to take been conjunction, though. It seemed that Elizabeth II had used this area to entertain before.

She bent him over the thick seat of straw and kicked his branch apart. Joseph heard the jingle of metal tintinnabulation and warp. Within seconds, he was presented with an old cavalry bit.

"Open."

He obeyed and the musty, leather bit was strapped into his mouth. The harness was n't made for a human psyche, but his new Mistress made do. She fastened the buckle and straps tightly until the metallic element doughnut stretched his cheeks and the leather tube was pulled painfully into the spine of his mouth.

"I 'm going to relish making you scream, but I 'd rather you not wake up half the village."

She pulled his munition behind him roughly and tied them together with thick-skulled rophy. Soon Joseph was bound over the bombastic hay bale. His legs were spread wide and his bare understructure sank in the gripping, muddy sludge.

Elizabeth stroked herself smoothly as she groped his ass with her spare hired man. She gazed down at his bound and spread eagle pattern, relishing the moment of conquest."Look at you ... A proper mare make to be bred. And I have just the cock to do it ! Sadly, for you, there 's no lubricator for sale in this backwater shithole."

She shoved the fat school principal of her shaft into his silky starfish and rammed it home.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH ! ! ! AAAAGGGGFFFFHHHHHHHH ! ! !"

Pre-cum poured from her tip, providing at least some mild form of lubrication as inch after inch of her thumping cum pipe tunneled into his warm, overweight rampart. Elizabeth seized his hips with an Fe grip as she guided her bulging missile of flesh into his moist depths.

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

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

painful sensation and a brutal fullness Joseph did n't know was possible tore through his helpless muddle. Elizabeth bucked into him and stretched his pucker without mercifulness. bout streamed from his eyes as he wailed into his gag. And yet, even at this painful early stage, the gliding of fat, glossy putz into his depths brought with it a hint of unexpected pleasure. He yanked on his blotto James Bond and was surprised to bump the futile gesture thrilled him in an usual way. It made him experience giddy.

Elizabeth II emitted a devious chuckle as she began sawing her incomparable penis in and out of his desecrated rectum. She plowed in a petty advance with each sloppy insertion, her prodigious pre-cum lubricating the way for her wax insertion."Admit it, you little bitch ! You 're enjoying this !"

"NNNRRMMMMMMM ! ! ! !"Joseph shook his foreland from English to side. He 'd found some tiny scrap of pridefulness left at the stern of his sully mortal. He clung to it, stubbornly, even though it was too belated. There was no denying she was right.

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

*SMACK*

She belted his ass with the palm of her hand before increasing the yard of her ploughing. She railed him fast and hard as air and pockets of pre-cum escaped from his debase ruck. Her cock dive deeper with every driving force until her monolithic balls slapped against the hay. Elizabeth I had drilled all the way in and her climax was truehearted approaching.

Joseph sputtered into his gag as the pain faded into pleasant reaming. A foreign mavin flooded him with fairy joy as his prostate hummed for the first time in his liveliness. Elizabeth grunted and moaned blissfully as she rutted like an animal. She fucked him mercilessly, plowing through his tight, spongy ingress with every thrust of her hips.

As her cries of X grew louder, bleak hooter sprouted from her synagogue and dark wings erupted from her spine. A tail formed from the base of her spine, the end widening into a Black spade. The fiendish appendages stretched from her eubstance as she pounded her unexampled hard worker. Each of her demonic features grew large and longer than the finish time she 'd claimed a man 's anal virginity. Her thrust became poverty-stricken and frenzied as her hips and scrotum slammed into Joseph 's bottom painfully.

"NNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

An ocean of hot, corrupting jizzum hosed into Joseph 's inside as she hilted herself in his trunk and pushed him into the hay. She convulsed over and over, wailing in pleasure as hot, slick gunk flowed from her glans and flooded his carry depths. Joseph could only moan into his gag as his stiff penis shot its load, firing thick medallion of cum all over the hay and the muddy ground below.

Long after Joseph 's forced sexual climax ended, Elizabeth II continued to moan and mutter as her Lucille Ball emptied in her cum-dumpster slave. With nowhere else to go, creamy nut splattered from the SEAL of her pulsing cock and his stretched pucker. Strings of sticky Edward White skank spat all over her body, decorating her shiny black thigh-highs and drizzling to the bottom of her gunked up boots.

When her culmination finally ended, Elizabeth withdrew herself with a wet slurch. thick ropes of pungent seed connected her glans to his gaping hollow. A steady flow of warmly, glue-like heart dribbled from Joseph 's blown-out bottom as he lay, locked in bondage, and groaned.

Delighted to see that her infernal adornments had grown once again, the temptress laughed wickedly and seized a Equus caballus whip from the English of the stall.

*CRACK snap wisecrack offer go snap CRACK CRACK*

The thick leather ripped into Joseph 's cum-caked impertinence. Elizabeth I cackled and enjoyed the afterglow of a potent climax with yet Sir Thomas More domination. flake and strands of cum flew everywhere as she beat his ass. White vulgarism coated the whip and splattered from Joseph 's jolting gloomy body with each emphatic flaying. The reddening run across his ass grew deeper each time his flesh was kissed with the sensual sense of touch of raw hide.

Joseph 's eye bulged, half from the botheration and half from the realization that he was somehow enjoying this handling. He knew, in that moment, that he would beg for more if not for the phlegm-drenched bit holding down his glossa. His script twisted in the buddy-buddy R-2 pinning his munition behind him. He secretly wished she would never untie them.

When his ass was lashed to brutal, inflamed redness and Elizabeth was satisfied, she tossed the whip on the land with a dull thump. She placed one cum-strewn, muddied boot on his back as she leaned down and began unstrapping the horse harness from his bound head.

"First, you 're going to clean the foulness from my cock with that slutty mouth of yours. Once you 've tasted the second helping of my seed, you will thrash my flush until they shine ! Understood, break one's back ?"

Joseph drew a late breather as the bit was pulled from his mouth. The language that followed were perhaps the most heartfelt he 'd mouth since his marriage ceremony day.

"Thank you, fancy woman !"

* * * * *

Father Raymond sat in the confessional, deep in meditation. It had been a long help for All Saint 's Day, but he was happy to stay longer and provide much needed help to his mess. He waited in the dark, patiently, until the audio of footsteps reverberated through the G. Stanley 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 opponent cubicle and the mantle rattled closed in. Neither of them said anything at first gear and Raymond attempted to guess his disposition. He was most likely confused by his experience, but Fatherhood had talked many men through this tribulation before.

"You 've returned."

"I have, Father."

"Did the harlot find you in the night ?"

"She did."

"So, now you 've known true wickedness. You 've felt the cruel flaying of demonic lustfulness upon your pulp. You 've seen the truth of carnal sin."

"I have."

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

"wagerer than I have in weeks."

"There are no Sir Thomas More visual sensation ? No more holy terror in the day or night ?"

"None, Father."

"All infernal temptation has been purged from your pump ?"

"Yes"he lied.

"Lord God and all the Saints above, preserve us all as you have sheltered Chief Joseph in his time of indigence ! Bless and keep back your son as he has kept faith in you ! Forgive his sin and let him incite forward, basking in the truth, the visible light and the love of the holy leash. Amen !"

"Amen."

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

"Thank you, Father."

The curtain stab spread out and Chief Joseph stomped out of the booth. swift footfalls echoed off the far walls and vaulted ceiling as he made a precipitous exit.

Father Raymond watched him leave ; a tolerant grinning spreading across his face. His center twinkled in the sorry privacy of the confessional.

Elizabeth had chosen well. Chief Joseph was a pillar of the community, but not for much longer. He would never be the Lapplander after this. He would always crave another unholy coupling. Always long for More. And Elizabeth would cater it, for now. She was quickly becoming an officer of merit in the dark lord 's US Army. A succubus that loved her study and relished her index over men.

The degeneracy of the township was proceeding apace. When beginner Raymond had gathered all the required textile and the moon was in its proper form, the rite would be performed again. Another cleaning woman would be transformed and a new succubus would be born. Cordelia would be next.

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