A SINNER’S PARADISE
Everyone thought she was crazy, but Tracy knew she wasn’t crazy. Not at all.
She just needed to do crazy things sometimes.
Like cutting herself.
But, she had to cut herself, because without her tattoos, she felt naked and exposed.
Plus, cutting herself was the only thing that kept the sinful thoughts away.
And, Tracy had a lot of sinful thoughts, especially at night.
She could still feel the devil’s cold cum wiggling around inside of her.
Tracy had been stupid to run away from him.
With him, she could be wild and free.
But, here in the convent Tracy had to be careful, and needed to keep things secret—like the cutting and the sinful thoughts.
The nuns were always watching.
Oh, but the nuns were good to her too. They fed her, and gave her a place to stay, and made sure she was okay.
But it was stifling to be under their watchful eye.
Tracy couldn’t stand it anymore.
She was a strong, independent woman, after all.
And independently she had broken into the library.
And had strong armed the basement door, which had never shut right. Even though the city had promised her, at least a half dozen times, that they were going to fix it.
Tracy also knew, that the basement was where the library kept the books they didn’t put on the shelves.
The banned books.
The forbidden books.
The scary books.
Good librarians never throw away any books, and she had been a very good librarian.
Instead, she had hidden these books away from prying eyes, and soon found the one she was looking for.
A big, black leather bond book that she now clutched to her chest.
The book felt warm, almost hot, and that made her shiver with excitement.
Tracy fled back to the convent.
Now she had to be careful, so that the nuns wouldn’t see.
But, the nus were at Mass, and she thanked God for that.
Tracy was able to hide the book in the cellar, and then rushed to get the items she needed.
A candle, some chalk, a cup, and finally the razor she used to cut herself.
Mass broke up before she was done, but Tracy was proud of herself for being able to hide her excitement.
She had to wait, though. Wait until tonight when everyone was asleep, and that proved to be pure torture for her.
Somehow, she made it until midnight.
Then silently, she crept downstairs into the cellar.
Tracy stripped naked, wanting to be beautiful for him.
She was already wet, so wet between her legs.
Tracy hoped he still liked her. The hospital had shaved her head, in order to get all the window glass out.
Her hand shook, as she lit the candle, longing for his vulgar touch again.
But, her hand remained steady as she drew the symbol on the concrete floor.
Not a pentagram like she would have thought. No, the symbol she drew was of a snake: a snake eating its own tale.
When she had finished the symbol, Tracy cut her arm, letting the blood drip into the cup.
Tracy licked her lips in anticipation, and could already feel a chill in the air, which announced his presence.
“To the Yarca, I offer my flesh,” Tracy chanted. She spread her arms wide. Her nipples were so hard that she couldn’t stand it.
“That I can serve as a vessel to thee. And send to me your humble servant, the Man of Endless Pleasure, that he may teach me your obscene ways.”
Tracy was surprised that the incantation had been so simple.
But, it had the desired effect.
The candle flame shot up .
The cup tipped over, blood spilling onto the symbol.
The snake twisted as it seeped up the blood, and now the chalk outline turned red.
Blue light filled the room. A light so bright, Tracy had to shield her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a dark figure standing in the circle.
Tracy sighed, as a chill ran up her spine.
But on a closer look, she saw that something wasn’t right.
She stepped back, wanting to screamed
Oh god, she thought, what have I done!
Something shot out from the figure, and forced itself into her mouth.
Tracy choked as the snake-like appendage plunged down her throat.
Instinctively, she grabbed at it. Trying to pull it out.
But, the more she tugged at it, the more it throbbed inside her mouth.
Violently, its venom spat out, pouring down her throat.
She coughed as it pulled free of her.
It left her gasping, even as something white and sticky drooled out of the corner of her mouth.
Tracy heard the figure snickering behind her.
And, before she knew what was happening, another snake-like thing forced itself between her legs.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
Then she screamed, as she felt another one of those things take her from behind.
The figure continued to snicker. But, his face remained hidden in the shadows of the flickering candle light.
Tracy had never felt so violated in all her life, as the snake-like things wormed their way deeper inside both her pussy and colon.
Her cries were soon muffled as another snake-like appendage poured into her mouth and down her throat.
An obscene miracle happened then, as she felt herself starting to rise in the air. More snake-like appendages wrapped around her naked flesh, pulling her close to him.
Tracy look down at him, and to her surprise, the figure turned out to be an ordinary looking Asian man. But, his eyes held her gaze. Eyes that looked half crazed and haunted. Not only that, he constantly drooled from the corner of his mouth.
She whimpered pitifully. But he was immune to her cries, and answered with only a shudder.
More of the snake-like appendages wrapped her, and she could feel them throbbing against her naked skin.
But this close to him, she could hear him. Hear him in the back of her mind, and there was a crude intelligence behind his thoughts.
There are woman here, he thought. Lots of woman. But not enough, not nearly enough.
The snake-like things began to batter the insides of her pussy and colon, again, and after that she knew only pure bliss, as she came over and over again.
She was only vaguely aware that he was making his way up the stairs. But very soon, her eyes would be open as she bore witness to an orgy of endless debauchery.
And once upstairs, the screaming began…
TO BE CONTINUED...