<i>No. No no..no noooo</i>….. Hillie shook her head, her hand clutching her cross so hard it pierced her skin, bruising her painfully and bleeding. “Not that, not that…I’ll do what you ask, but not that.”<br/><br/>Pelle’s face broke into a rictus of mirth, an expression so not Pelle, that it looked as though it was controlled much like a puppet. She wondered if Pelle heard and saw all of this, if he sensed what the demon sensed, saw what thoughts the demon summoned in her mind, felt the demon’s hand clasp an organ which seemed incongruously large in Pelle’s slender, and bony hand.  He let go of his erection and held out an imperious hand, demanding his tribute. But Hillie shook her head.<br/><br/>“I cannot do this. I cannot desecrate Christ this way. I…” A slender hand fell on her shoulder and she turned to see Sylvia.<br/><br/>“I could not abandon my son and came back,” she said to Hillie  “do what it asks. Do it for me. Do it for him, you owe me that.”  Sylvia’s face was contorted with pain, and anger, with sadness, and sheer terror for her son.<br/><br/>With tears streaming down her face, Hillie silently handed the bloodstained cross over to the beast in Pelle’s body.<br/><br/>Her vows, her vow of chastity, her vow of obedience to the Church, those had been her life, her existence, her peace and happiness. And now? Now she handed her cross over and watched this monster defile it by binding the penis and testicles of her nephew with the chain.  “Please don’t, I’ll do as you asked, but don’t do that… it means everything to me,” she whispered again, wringing her hands, rubbing her face, the blood staining her pale cheek like a cheap hooker’s make up.<br/><br/>And still, if it meant that she could talk to Pelle, if it meant the demon would give him a little respite…she would do just about anything.<br/><br/>“You already know of my sins,” she whispered as the darkness swirled around her with renewed vigour, coating her nose and tongue with a taste so familiar, and yet so strange. It tasted like the richness of a woman’s slicked arousal, of release and want, and at the same time of a man’s salty dew drops, and it tasted like thick ropes of pearlescent release… It made her weak with a desperate, long denied need, a need to be taken with a ferocity which was matched only by the last time Pelle’s father had taken her. She shook her head, to clear herself of he image, but it was as though the demon had hit the pause button on her mind and frozen in time was the image of Joe’s lithe body, tensing, his hips slammed into her thighs, his face clenched as he released physically and emotionally into her. She saw her face, tear streaked from sadness, and pain, thighs wide apart, one breast painfully, bruisingly grasped by one hand, and her body arched as she received and shared his orgasm.<br/><br/>“Stop it,” she whispered, “stop it stop it stop it!” And the image vanished even as another came to mind and then another and another. Faster and faster the images came, men and women fucking her, using her body, sometimes two at a time, using her filling her. What was it that had made her so? She realized she had felt empty, and that the source of fulfillment only came years later when she took her vows. And now this beast would take this from her again.  Forever.<br/><br/>She glared at the black eyes, with not much green left in them. “Your point ? I know what I did, what I was, so what?” She was on her knees before his bound organ, the binding having increased it’s girth, and she shuddered, was she really on her knees in front of her nephews erect penis , her cross resting on his testicles on his birthday?  She looked up at Pelle, and saw in the increasingly green eyes that the demon had allowed him to be partly there to enjoy the show.<br/><br/>“Oh Pelle,” she sobbed, tell the demon that you don’t want this, tell him you…”  her voice faltered, as she realized that a smile had appeared on Pelle’s face, and the disturbing reality that the smile was his, not the charade put out by the demon.<br/><br/>“You made a deal demon,” she snarled, her voice angry now,  “I please you and you give me what you agreed to.” Her nephew was being corrupted by this thing.<br/><br/>“I do this to save my nephew, Oh Lord,” she prayed loudly before she slid the glistening organ into her mouth. She was vaguely aware of her sister gasping and moaning when she felt the tip of the cock being pushed past her tongue into her throat and she gagged trying to pull back to breathe.<br/><br/>And in the moment of her brain fighting for breath, a realization. Her nephews corruption<i>was </i>what allowed the demon entry…