8 comments/ 34660 views/ 6 favorites The Devil's Sin By: amar7112002 Jen entered the Church, dipped her hand in the Holy water and made a sign of the cross. She took a deep breath and headed towards the confessional. Before she went she took one last deep breath. Although at 37 yrs old, she has done this many times before it always made her anxious. She entered the confessional and knelt down on the kneeler. A screened window opened in front of her and she heard his deep voice that commanded attention. "Bless me Father for I have sinned." Jen whispered, " It has been four months since may last confession." "Tell me your sins child." The Priest said. They both knew the game very well and both played their parts perfectly. She had met the young Priest during marriage counseling. She ended up going to most of the sessions alone, as her husband at the time had no desire to talk to some priest who had no idea about sex and marriage. After one such session Jen found herself locked in the arms of this priest and both were kissing the other passionately. As the priest listened to her confession he was becoming more aroused by the second. When Jen finished she asked for forgiveness. "Please forgive me Father.' Jen said. "My child, forgiveness is earned not given. Proceed up to the alter and remove your clothes. Lay yourself face down with your feet remaining on the floor." The Priest commanded. "Yes, Father." Jen replied meekly. As she headed for the alter she could feel her moistness building. She had added a few extra sins to her confession that were more provocative than usual. Sins such as anal sex and multiple partners. When Jen reached the alter she genuflected and made a sign of the cross. She stood and began to remove her dress. As the dress fell to the floor she removed her bra, then finally her panties. Reluctantly she bent over the alter as instructed knowing full well what was about to happen. She lay on the cold marble of the alter for what seemed like hours but was a mere moment or two. The next sound she heard was that of the priests belt whistling through the air then striking her on her bare bottom. She let out a yelp but as it was late at night the only people to hear were Jen and the priest. The priest whipped her on her bottom and back of thighs over and over again each time making Jen cry out louder. "You will earn your forgivness this night my dear child, that I promise you. After which you will be offered the love of the Lord." The Priest preached. Finally after close to a hundred lashes with the belt he had stopped. He strolled over to one of the lit candles and removed it from its holder. "Lay face up on the alter my child as we continue to cleanse you of your sins." He said rather calmly. Jen did as she was told. The coldness of the marble and the coolness of the air in the church combined to make her nipples as hard and erect as he had ever seen them. Slowly, he dribbled a small amount of hot wax on Jen's nipples. She drew in a long deep breath as each nipple was assaulted with the hot wax. The priest returned the candle to its holder and returned to Jen. "Bend over the alter once more." The priest instructed. Jen obediently complied. As she once again bent over the alter she could feel the priests fingers probing her wetness. Electric shock waves flowed through her as the priest found her cliterous. She could feel her orgasm quickly building as the walls of the church echoed with her moans of pleasure. Suddenly she screamed out in ecstasy as a release of pleasure flowed from her. Her body shuddered from the orgasm. Her moans reverberating off the walls and ceiling of this Holy place. When she had settled down the priest sat himself in the large cushioned chair he uses during certain points in the mass. He removed his hardness and instructed Jen to kneel before him. "Are you ready now child to accept the Lords love?" the priest asked. To which Jen replied, "yes Father." Jen kneeled and took the priests hardness into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. Her tongue licking the tiny opening where the Lords love would come. Within minutes she felt the first taste of what was to come. She eagerly took all the priest had to offer her, swallowing all of the love. When she had finished the priest removed his limp member from Jen's mouth and told her to dress and go. "The love of the Lord is now within you child. Go and serve him well as you have served me." Proclaimed the priest. Jen quickly dressed, genuflected at the alter and made a sign of the cross and left the church, knowing full well that the love of the Lord was not in her but the Devil's sin. The Devil's Slave *This story has some disturbing elements to it. Not for the faint of heart* **I am submitting this for the Halloween Contest. If you like this story, please vote and comment** Mona sat on her bed, browsing a dating website dedicated to kink on her lap top. She had issues finding someone that was a good fit for her. Most of the so-called 'Dominants" she had encountered were nothing more than fakers who were either looking to cheat on their wife or girlfriend or pretending to be keen in the world of bondage and kinky sex. The reality of it was, half of the guys she engaged in conversations with didn't even know what a flogger was. Most of the guys were just looking for the easy lay and that's not what she was about. Mona was attractive in a dark and gothic way. She mostly wore black everything. She was short and slender. Her hair was jet black and very long, reaching past the middle of her back. Her favorite garb would include black flowing skirts, a black tank top with some sort of ritualistic logo on it, fishnet stockings and high-heeled boots, black of course. Her skin was pale and her eyes were dark as well. She didn't usually wear black eye shadow and lipstick though. She always felt that would've been a little too much. Under the garbs, she had perky, B-Cup breasts with pierced nipples. She also sported a couple of well-placed tattoos. Appearances aside, she did have one thing that she felt turned a lot of guys off. She was a devil worshipper. She read about it. She joined a couple of friends and they meddled a bit. It was more of a small cult group than anything else. They always restricted themselves from going too extreme. They never sacrificed domestic animals. They did most of their incantations based on popular things they read online. She was very open and proud to call herself a devil worshipper even if, in reality, she wasn't doing it right. She always felt this was the reason she was never popular. Devil worship seems to scare people away, or attract those who looked at this as an easy target. Her profile on the kink dating site states her devil-worshipping ways upfront to avoid confusion or surprises later. The last "dominant" she actually met up with turned out to be the worst of them all. Mark was his name and he talked himself up really well and she took a genuine interest in him. In the end, Mark was as fake as they came. The self-proclaimed experienced Dom showed up with a starter bondage kit. He was clumsy and awkward. He gave her no pleasure. And to top it all off, he had a well below average sized penis. Mona had only slept with three guys in her life prior to Mark, and while they weren't well-endowed, they were at least average sized. One may have been slightly more than average. Mark, however, didn't have much to speak of. What was it he claimed? 'I'm going to fuck you into submission with my huge cock.' After a hard and ineffective spanking that succeeded in only making her uncomfortable, he finally 'fucked her into submission' like the true minute man that he was. Snickering to herself and shaking her head, she continued through her inbox. There was one good thing that did come out of her meeting with Mark. She made the acquaintance Phillip, a friend of Mark's on the site. She found him enjoyable to talk to. He was open about learning to be a Dominant. Everything about him was very genuine. He didn't claim to be something he wasn't. He wasn't very attractive though. He was tall and very skinny. He wore glasses and didn't have much of a sense of style. Still, she found him interesting. He always seemed to keep the conversation going and he was somewhat interested in knowing about her devil worship. She saw a new message from him amidst the many lame messages which were nothing but lamer pick-up lines. Why did men think that they could message her and immediately talk to her like she was their sub? She read the short message from Phillip. He wanted to meet up and hang out. She pondered a moment, and then decided she would take him up on his offer and invite him over. After hitting send and closing her laptop, she pranced to her bedroom to get ready, picking out a sexy pair of lace black thongs and a matching bra. He may not be the hottest guy in the world, or have that strong dominant personality, but she was going to be as enticing as she can be. Phillip arrived that night dressed in his usual style-less clothing. He didn't bring a duffle bag full of toys he didn't know what to do with. It was just him. She had a bottle of wine and they shared glass after glass. They talked and they laughed and enjoyed conversation. He was quite funny and she was starting to warm up to him. Little by little, she found herself touching his hand and inching closer to him, among other subtle flirtations. He was geeky but she found herself starting to feel a little attracted to him. They were both also feeling a little tipsy as they put an end to the bottle of wine. The conversation eventually found its way to talking about her interest in devil worship. She broke it down and told him the things she does. She decided she was going to let him in on a little secret. She told him about a talisman she found one day while she was walking along a trail in the woods on her way home. It was gold and with a clear crystal-like jewel in the center. She thought it might be worth a lot of money. She decided to keep her discovery a secret from everyone, even her devil-worshipping pals. Currently, she has it enshrined in her room and is the centerpiece to all of her dark work. Under the influence of the wine, she decided to invite him to see it. In her room, Phillip looked around at the décor. There were pictures, jewels, books, and some other symbolic ornaments. He picked up one of her books and paged through it. She stood at her closet door, ready to show him the shrine with the talisman. She eyed him up and down as she was starting to get a little antsy. She decided that after showing him the talisman, she would hook up with him. She wasn't sure she was going to have that true Dom/sub experience. But she was okay having some fun either way. He looked over to her. "Are you ready to see?" she asked. "I'm ready." He responded. She slid open the closet door and flipped a switch. Phillip stepped over and looked inside. The talisman was set up dead center on the back wall of the walk-in closet. It was gold, just as she described. It broke out into seven spiked points and the clear jewel sparkled brightly in the center. It was attached to a small chain with a tiny shackle at the end. There was a white powder in a perfect circle on a shelf right below the talisman. The tiny shackle rested in the center of that circle. The closet lighting glowed a mix of orange and red. The walls were upholstered in red felt and was lined with more sinister looking décor including upside down crucifixes and small very real-looking bones aligned in a sort of ritualistic pattern. "So, what do you think?" she spoke seductively proud. She stared at him, part of her wondering what was going through his mind, and part of her wondering how quickly she can get him out of those hideous clothes. Phillip stepped into the large closet, not answering her. He seemed awestruck at what he was looking at. Behind him, Mona smirked as she removed her shirt and her bra, freeing her perky little breasts and exposing her pierced nipples. She hiked her skirt up and removed the pair of black panties. She was getting turned on at the fact that her choice to be a devil worshipper wasn't chasing this guy away, but seemed to be enticing him more. "So?" she asked again, waiting for him to turn around to see what she had in mind. Phillip just stared around the room. He seemed lost. Mona started to wonder if he wasn't getting a little freaked out. Suddenly, Phillip dropped the book. He immediately grabbed his chest and dropped to his knees. "Ahhhhh." He yelled. "Phillip? What's wrong?" Mona asked. Phillip convulsed while kneeling before the talisman. His glasses flew quickly off his face and shattered against the wall. "What the hell? Phillip?" Mona asked growing more concerned now. "Ahhhh....Ahhhhhh." he began to scream. He doubled over, thumping his head on the floor. Mona looked up at the talisman with wide eyes. The clear jewel started to flicker as a flame started to form inside it. The chain and shackle started to move in a circular motion along the perimeter of the white powder. Mona looked on, very confused. She shook her head but couldn't take her eyes off of the talisman. The flame burst through the jewel, shattering it. Phillip leaned back up onto his knees. He bent backwards until he was laying on the floor. His eyes opened and he stared at Mona but he saw nothing. He clenched his fists and reached for his shirt, tearing it violently from his body. Mona looked down at him. He was grunting and growling. His body was tensing and twisting. She looked back up to the talisman and it was spinning. The chain was circling very quickly now. The upside down crucifixes began to shake. Blood started to drip from them. Each drop landed on Phillip's shirtless body, bubbling and sizzling on contact. The red and orange lights went out, leaving the closet in pure darkness. Mona looked on, not knowing what to make of it. The lights flashed on and off again like a strobe. Phillip stood up. Mona looked relieved. Phillip stepped out of the closet. His pants were unbutton and unzipped. His eyes were empty sockets of black. Mona wanted to scream but could only stare in a mix of fear and disbelief. Phillip took a few steps and he reached out, gripping Mona by the throat. He lifted her and slammed her into a nearby bookshelf, shattering the shelves and sending the books tumbling to the floor. He held her by the throat with one hand. She stared at him wide-eyed. With his other hand, he tore the skirt from her exposing her neatly trimmed bush and young sex. Phillip, or whatever was left of him, breathed in deeply. "Ah Yes." A growl escaped him. He used his free hand to rip his pants and boxers off. He then placed his second hand on the side of her face. He released her throat and placed it on the other side of her face, holding her suspended against the wall. She wanted to cry but she was frozen in shock. "Mona." A loud, growling voice called out. "You've been a loyal servant. You will now be rewarded. I give to you everything you've been looking for." In her shock, Mona was able to realize that Phillip's mouth hadn't moved. The voice came from some sort of incorporeal presence. A second, unseen pair of hands reached out, each one taking a wrist and pinning them to the wall. The hands quickly locked and she felt metal as they changed into medieval style shackles. She felt another pair of hands grab her ankles. They lifted her legs and spread them wide, pinning them to the wall just below her hands. The folds of her sex parted and she was spread very open in this position. These hands also made the change into shackles, mounting her to the wall. He released her face with his actual pair of hands and stood before her, seemingly admiring the work of mounting his servant to the wall. Mona did not know what to expect. This was a level of devil worship she never expected to reach. She now questioned whether or not she even wanted this to go this far. The lifeless presence of Phillip stood before her. Another unseen hand reached out and gripped her throat, pressing her hard against the wall before transforming into a larger shackle locking around her neck, bounding her to the wall. The shackle didn't choke her, but immobilized her. In this position, her sex and her anus were both open and very vulnerable. She felt another pair of hands grasp her breasts. She was unable to see where these hands were coming from. She shut her eyes tight as the hands kneaded her breasts and tugged roughly on the nipple rings. "Open your eyes." The booming voice growled. Her shut eyes opened and looked at the figure that was once Phillip stand before her. His eyes were black, empty holes. It was just a body. There was no life, no soul, in the man that was in front of her. Another pair of hands gripped her buttocks and pulled them apart, spreading her and exposing her asshole even more. Suddenly, she felt what she could only speculate was the head of a penis brushing along the spread entrance to her sex. It felt real except it was very warm, almost hot. She gritted her teeth as the member slowly pushed into her. It very deep, much more than she had ever had in any of her past sexual experiences. But Phillip never moved. This demonic member that had entered her, snaked its way into her from some unknown place. It slithered deep into her, reaching a depth that almost entered her womb. The member didn't thrust in and out, but rather remained still and burrowed in her. Her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. It didn't even look like her room anymore. The closet looked like some sort of portal with the talisman now in flames. The orange and red lights continued to strobe violently. The temperature seemed to be rising. She felt sweat start to form all over her body. She was mounted to the wall very securely so she was unable to move her head to observe anything that wasn't in her direct view. Suddenly she grunted as something happened between her legs. The embedded member began to swell and expand within her, like a long balloon being inflated. It reached an inhumane girth, stretching her sex far beyond the limits of normalcy. A protrusion from the member began to massage her inner vaginal wall. Despite the circumstance, and the fear that accompanied it, her body betrayed her and an orgasm quickly rushed from deep within. Weak and immobile, Mona couldn't even tense up as the orgasm built and built and built some more, refusing to release. Her eyes became weary as she looked past the corpse in front of her to her closet. The talisman was now the size of a statue and the chain was large and the shackle was full-sized. The enlarged talisman now took up the entire entrance to the closet. Fire shot out in bursts from the closet behind it. Each burst of flame drew closer and closer. Finally, she was able to close her eyes. Mona opened her eyes at the feeling of a cool breeze on her face. She was on her bed, her hands bound to the bedpost. Her legs were pushed back and spread, bound to the post near her wrists. She looked up and Phillip hovered over her. His member glided gracefully in and out of her. It felt great. He was surprisingly quite sizeable, much more so than any previous partner, and well above average. "Uhhhhhh....Uhhhhhhh." she moaned out loud as a strong orgasm released from her. Phillip stared down at her, a satisfied smile on his face. He continued his steady thrusts in and out of her tight vagina. His hands massaged her small but perky breasts and tugged on her pierced nipples. "Oh Yes...Ohhh." She continued as her orgasm seemed to never end. "That's what I like." "Oh yea, baby. You like that? You like me taking your body like this?" he said. "Yeah. Ohhh Phillip." She cooed "I love your tight, sexy little body." He continued. "You like me taking your body? Taking it for myself?" "Yes Sir. My body is yours." She obliged, shutting her eyes tight as her orgasm continued. "You belong to me now, servant." His voice was now that familiar demonic growl. She gasped as suddenly. She felt a warm blast and the setting changed. She was back on the wall, mounted like a stuffed animal. Phillip was back to being his corpse being. The orange and red strobe was back and the expanded, snake-like member withdrew from her, ending the invasion and leaving her gaped. Mona's orgasm leaked and dripped from her. The member lowered a mere inch or so and started to press against her anus in its swelled state. She was back to being unable move, react, or talk. She stared past Phillip at the statue of her talisman. The chain and shackle were horizontally straight and pointed right at her. "unnnnnnn." She grunted as the ungodly thick member pressed into her virgin ass. She felt like she was being split open, but the member slithered its way deep inside her ass, again, just burrowing itself in her without thrusting in and out. Mona's eyes were nearly closed now. The pain she couldn't even express had her to the point of nearly fainting. "You have brought me here, Mona. Your service will continue to be rewarded." The demonic voice boomed from everywhere in her room. Her eyes closed outside of her control. They fluttered back open a moment later. She was back in her bed, still bound and spread for Phillip. He slowly and easily pushed in and out of her ass. She looked into his eyes. "This is okay, right?" he whispered to her as he continued his sodomy. "Yes Sir." She responded in a breathless wimper. "Good Girl." He stated, pleased that she was complying. "Ooooh." She quivered a moan as this was the first time anything had ever entered her ass. "You're okay, baby. You're being a very good little girl." He spoke softly. She nodded and closed her eyes, thinking of how sexy he had suddenly become. He didn't act like anything special but this was working out well. She felt another heat blast. She quickly opened her eyes and she was back on the wall. The extraordinarily thick member exited her, leaving her anus stretched open. "You will worship this man, as you have worshipped me. You will serve him, as I am he." The devil instructed. "This is my gift to you, Mona. I give you me, in the form of Phillip. You will obey him as you will obey me. You will belong to him as you now belong to me. You will make yourself available to him as you will have made yourself available to me. You will never defy him as you would never defy me." Mona could only stare with her tired eyes, seeing everything and nothing at once. The engorged member slithered up her body to her neck and eventually her chin, the tip brushing against her lips. Involuntarily, the lips parted and the member pressed itself into her mouth, expanding it beyond normal capacity. It slinked and slithered to the back of her mouth and down her throat almost into her chest. Her tired eyes closed and she was near unconsciousness. She opened her eyes again and she was back on her bed. Phillip straddled her chest, resting his knees on her shoulders. One hand cradled the back of her head and the other caressed her face and ran through her hair. He smoothly slid his member in and out of her mouth, going deep into her throat with each insertion. "You have such a sexy mouth. Do you enjoy feeling my cock in your mouth?" he said with a hint of ease and knowingness. "Un Hun" she muffled He reached a hand back behind him and furiously massaged her clitoris, masturbating her to an orgasm so quickly she began to twitch within the restraints. He increased the speed of his thrusts as he was ready to release his orgasm. "I'm going to cum in your mouth baby. That's okay, right?" he asked but in a sure of himself sort of way. He withdrew his erection and rested it on her mouth. "Ahhh....Yes. Cum in my mouth Sir." She practically begged. He guided his hard penis back into her mouth and following a few rough thrusts, released his semen. "Uhhh...Ohh. Oh Yea." He grunted as stream after stream of his cum splashed the back of her mouth and dripped down her throat. He pulled out and she coughed a few times, a few light droplets splattering onto her chin and cheeks. She swallowed the heavy load that was released before letting out a gasp and a satisfied moan. The Devil's Slave Phillip unbound her ankles and wrists from the bed post. Mona fell slack onto the bed, exhausted and sweaty. Phillip lay next to her. He kissed her on the cheek. "You were a good girl." He said with a smile. She returned the smile and watched as he left the bed and the room. She glanced over at her closet. The door was closed. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. Was she going crazy? Did she imagine the whole thing? Was it Phillip getting into her head? She stood up and approached the closet without even getting dressed. She stood at the closed closet, afraid to open the door. Finally, she slid it open and switched on the light. The talisman was in its usual spot, as was the chain, the white powder, the felt walls and upside crucifixes. The closet didn't smell different. It didn't look different. It was just as she had set it up. Not a single thing was out of place. "It had to be my imagination." She whispered to herself. She reached out and touched the talisman. She giggled to herself and turned around. Phillip stood in front of her. His eyes were empty black sockets. The talisman grew behind her. The shackle at the end of the chain grew to full size and clamped around her neck from behind. The chain raised, suspending her in the air. Four more shackles emerged from the talisman and locked over both wrists and both ankles. Slowly, the shackles pulled her arms and legs and opposite directions, bounding her spread eagled. The snake-like member slithered up her leg and inner thighs, reaching her now, open sex. Without warning, it shot upward and into her. The closet echoed with the familiar demonic laugh and the door slammed shut. The Devil's Spawn There are no graphic sex scenes in this story. Sorry, please look to other authors for that type of reading. The events depicted in this tale are based on true life. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have taken some literary license to tell this story. I dedicate this story to KK from Texas. The explanation for why is given at the end of the story. As usual, comments are requested and welcome. Thanks for reading my story. Enjoy. * Recent events have led me to believe that women are the devil's spawn. I know that I won't always feel this way, but for the foreseeable future that will be my mantra. This is the story that brought me to this point. My name is Mark Reynolds. I am a pretty normal guy. At 6 feet 2 and 215 pounds, I am a little bigger than average. My mom and my sister have always told me that I am a good looking guy. Of course they have to say that, we're family. They must be right though, because I have never had any problem getting young women to go out with me. The significant other in my life is Marcie Williams. Yeah, it's Mark and Marcie. She is blond, 5 feet 9 and about 140 pounds and very pretty. Marcie has a voluptuous body more like a young Pamela Anderson (before all the implants) instead of like a skinny fashion model. She is also somewhat self-centered. But what the hell I love her. We met in college, but didn't start dating until our senior year. I was a business administration major with a minor in accounting. Accountants have a stereotype of being mild mannered, sedate, and not much fun. I am the exception to that rule. I studied hard and got very good grades because I wanted a good job after school. But as hard as I studied I would party even harder. Week nights were for working on my classes, but the weekends were for parties. Marcie was majoring in one of the fuzzy sciences, Psychology. She took those classes not because she wanted to help people, but because they were basically easy classes. Her dad was footing the bills and she had to maintain a decent GPA so Marcie took the easy road. Her daddy was very well to do, let's face it he was stinking rich and she didn't really expect to work after graduation. A husband or daddy would support her so she could do more important things, like shopping and going to all the right parties. I know I should have run away, but like I said I was in love. After graduation Marcie and I decided to live together, maybe to practice for marriage. I was making pretty good money as an assistant business manager for a large construction company. Sitting at a desk was causing me to go soft, so I joined a gym to work out. My personal trainer was a former Marine DI and really put me through my paces. It took a little while, but soon I was hard and lean. Marcie and I had been living together for almost two years and she played at working at a boutique while I paid all the bills. Marcie didn't make very much money, but her father supplemented her income. Daddy seemed to very happy not to have Marcie living at home. He and Marcie's mother were divorced because her mother had been caught being more than a little friendly with her tennis coach. Neither Marcie nor her dad knew where the ex-wife is. He had remarried a woman about five years older than Marcie, so a grown daughter at home would put a crimp in their lifestyle. So he bought Marcie off. I was beginning to think it was time to make our relationship more permanent. Marriage was on my mind. When I asked Marcie to marry me, she was very happy, jumped into my arms, and accepted. We celebrated in a very private way in our bedroom. While relaxing after our sexual marathon, Marcie said we could plan the wedding when she got back at the end of the summer. Wait a minute, after she got back at the end of the summer? Where was she going? Did she plan to be gone all summer? What the hell was going on? These were all questions that I asked Marcie. Her being gone for the summer plan was a surprise to me. It seems Marcie had been talking to a college classmate, Sally. Sally was running a kids summer camp and she suggested Marcie join her at the camp as a counselor. It would be a chance to make some money and put her college degree to work. Marcie decided that would be a great idea. "Did you even think about discussing this with me? I mean, I am your fiancée," I asked her. I wasn't a happy camper. (No pun intended) "I didn't think you would mind. It will give you some time to do things you have been missing. It really is a good opportunity and the money is really good." "How long would you be gone to this camp? Is there anyone beside Sally going that I know?" You can see by my question that I thought we were still discussing whether she was going or not. Silly man, it had already been decided. I just didn't know it yet. "Well you know Sally, Linda, and Judy. All girls from my psych classes, you met them at school." The next two names she sort of mumbled and I didn't think I had heard her correctly. I hoped I hadn't heard her correctly. "Who was that, the last name you said?" "Roger and Allen are going also but I don't think you ever met them. They were both in some of my earlier classes," she answered. Marcie wasn't as outspoken about these two names as she had been about the girls. I had never met Allen, but I had met Roger. You see, Roger had dated Marcie in college for several months. He broke up with her and shortly after that she and I started to date. Roger wasn't very happy that I was dating Marcie; he thought she would just wait for him while he fooled around a little. Roger and another guy stopped me outside of a bar one night, maybe that other guy was Allen. Roger sort of ordered me to stop dating Marcie. One thing I neglected to tell you about myself is my dislike of being ordered to do anything. That was the one thing that kept me from enlisting in Marines when I was younger. I told Roger that Marcie was no longer any of his business. Basically I told him to do something sexual to himself that is physically impossible. My response to his order put an end to the discussion I guess because Roger threw a punch at me and I in turn broke his nose. Blood was everywhere. The other guy had never said a word and helped Roger back to his car. That was the only time I actually met Roger. "Marcie, I know who Roger is and we've met. I also know that you and Roger dated from a long time in college," I surprised her with my statement. "I didn't know that you had met him. When did you meet Roger?" "He and a buddy confronted me one night shortly after you and I started dating. He ordered me to stop dating you and took a swing at me. I broke his nose and never heard from him again. I guess he didn't think you were worth fighting for. Never mind that, you're not being truthful with me and I don't like it." "Mark, I didn't tell you about the guys because I thought you would get the wrong idea. Roger and I did date, but we have both moved on. He has a girlfriend and I have a fiancée." She smiled at me when she said that. "Bullshit Marcie, don't piss down my back and tell me it's raining. You didn't tell me because you were afraid I wouldn't let you go if I knew you were going to spend the summer with your old boyfriend. And you were right. You're not going." "Please Mark; I really want to work at the camp this summer." She hesitated for a little and then said, "I know let's go to dinner with both Roger and Allen. They will bring their girlfriends and you can get to know them. You'll see that Roger is just an old friend." Marcie was planning. I didn't like the idea but after another hour of talking, I agreed that we could meet them for dinner. The next Saturday we met the other couples at a bar and grill. The place had good food and a relaxed atmosphere. It was perfect for our get together. Meeting Roger, Allen and their ladies didn't put my mind at ease. There was something off. I didn't know right then what was wrong, but I could feel that something wasn't right. After the introductions and we sat down Roger said to me, "I know the last time we met didn't go too well and I want to apologize for my actions. Marcie had broken up with me and my pride was hurt. I took it out on you and I'm sorry. The more Roger talked the more my bullshit radar warned me about him; I just had a bad feeling about him. In the old west Roger would have been a snake oil salesman. There was something sleazy about him. His friendly facade and the over the top we are comrades act sat my teeth on edge. "You were the one that got the broken nose, so I really didn't have anything taken out on me Roger. That was a long time ago, just forget it," I told him. Roger's smile got a little strained at that point, but he let my crack about his nose go by. The rest of the evening didn't do anything to ease my mind about Roger and Marcie spending the summer working together. Roger and his girl were supposed to be a hot item, but there was no sign of love or romance. They hardly spoke to each other and almost never touched like lovers would. Allen was supposed to be living with his girl and again the spark just wasn't there. When we got home Marcie said, "See I told you, the guys are just old friends. They both have their own girlfriends so there is no need for you to worry Honey." "Something isn't right here Marcie. Roger and Allen are both too concerned about you going to this camp. Why should they care one way or another? I don't want you to go Marcie. This could cause trouble between us." "Don't be silly, I will be back at the end of the summer and we can get on with our life together. I just want to do something useful before we get married. We will be fine," Marcie tried to reassure me. I wasn't reassured. Sally would pick up Marcie on Saturday morning. It was about three hours driving time to the camp. They would get the camp ready for the kids over the weekend and the kids would arrive on Monday. Friday night Marcie and I went to dinner and finished the evening at a club where we could dance. That evening we made love very tenderly. I still had a bad feeling about her leaving, but I couldn't order her to stay home. We weren't married yet and I wasn't sure if she would follow my orders anyway. Saturday morning we were saying good bye while Sally was in the car waiting. As Marcie started toward the door she stopped, kissed her engagement ring and handed it to me. "I'm going to be out in the woods and doing crafts and other things. I don't want to lose it or get it scratched. Hold on to it for me please," she requested. Then she left before I could say any more. Being a man I don't know that much about women and their jewelry, but my mom never takes off her rings. Maybe when she takes a bath or something she will remove them but I have seen her painting a room, scrubbing pots, and all kinds of things and yet she never takes her rings off. It really bothered me that Marcie would leave her ring at home. Marcie called me when she and Sally got to the camp. She said she missed me already and would call every two days or so and not to worry about her. I got her next call on Monday evening. She was all excited that the kids were in camp. Marcie had a group of 12 and 13 year old girls that she was in charge of and she seemed to be enjoying herself so far. So it went for about 3 weeks. Marcie would call on Mondays and Thursdays. I went up to the camp every other Sunday to see Marcie and we would spend the day together reconnecting. She had lost a few pounds working with the kids, hiking and the other physical things around camp. Damn she looked great. Marcie told me that now that things were organized, the counselors took turns being on call on Saturdays and supervising the children. I suggested that on the Saturdays she was off that I come up and we could spend the whole weekend together. "Oh, I couldn't do that Mark. The Saturdays that I'm not on call I help get supplies from town and do little maintenance jobs around the camp. In fact I'm going to help do some painting this Saturday. So we will just have to be satisfied with our Sundays. It was a nice thought though." Our conversation took place on Thursday night. She was going to be off this Saturday so I planned to go to the camp anyway, as Friday was our two year anniversary. I called Sally to explain what I wanted to do and to see if Marcie could have the weekend off. I called the camp office on Friday morning. "Cripple Creek Camp, this is Sally. May I help you?" "Hi Sally, this is Mark Reynolds. I need to ask you for a favor." "Hello Mark. It's nice to hear from you. What can I do for you?" "I know that Marcie doesn't have the duty tomorrow and I was hoping I could get you to let her have the full weekend off. Could you get someone else to go get supplies and do the other things she does on Saturdays?" "It's good to hear that you two are trying to back together. You guys are really good together. I don't know what you mean about getting supplies. We have a maintenance man and driver that gets the supplies, at least the ones that aren't delivered. He also does painting, gardening and just about everything else." "Wait, what do you mean about Marcie and me getting back together?" Something wasn't right. "I know about you guys having some problems and it's nice to hear that your relationship is getting better," Sally answered. "What makes you think we are having problems, Sally." "When Marcie got into the car to come up here, I noticed she didn't have her engagement ring on. I asked her if she had forgotten it and she said you guys had postponed the engagement and decided to give each other some space for awhile. She told me that's why she took this job." Now the bad feelings I had when I met Roger and Allen came rushing into my head. If Marcie didn't have to do anything work wise on her Saturdays off, what was she doing? And why didn't she want me to come to the camp to be with her on Saturdays? Something was going on and I don't think I was going to like it. Sally confirmed my thoughts with her next statement. "It's nice that Marcie has her friends Roger and Allen to spend time with. On their days off they go on hikes, picnics, and drives around the country side. Their company really seems to make her feel better," Sally told me. I'm really surprised that I could think so quickly at that moment. But I came up with a plan. "Sally, I'm going to come up on Saturday but please don't tell Marcie. I'm bringing the engagement ring and want to surprise her." "It will be a nice surprise. I won't tell Marcie, but you guys have to invite me to the wedding, okay." Sally hung up laughing. After hearing about all the time Marcie was spending with Roger and Allen, I didn't think there was going to be a wedding. Unless there was some explanation as to this situation with the three of them, our relationship was toast. Saturday morning about 9:00 I parked my truck in front the office at Cripple Creek Camp. I went into the office and found Sally at her desk. She saw me and smiled. "This is going to be a great surprise for Marcie. I think it's so sweet," Sally told me. "Where is Marcie? I didn't see her when I drove up." "She and the guys decided to take a drive around the lake. They left about an hour ago. I couldn't stop her without giving away your surprise. I did tell them to be back by 10:00 though. You won't have long to wait." I told Sally that I was going to move my truck so that Marcie wouldn't see it when they came back. Marcie and I had driven around the country side when I came up to see her so I knew the area pretty well. I had an idea where they would be, if anything was going on. Marcie had showed me a spot down by the lake that was very private. The place I was going to was on the far side of the lake and that's where I headed. I was really driving too fast for these country roads, but I guess my anger over rode my good sense. As I got close to private spot, I slowed down and finally stopped about a quarter mile from it. I walked in from there. I did my best Indian impression and tried to sneak in. I could have stomped and beat a drum, they were too busy to notice. If they had just been sitting on a blanket talking, I still would have been a little upset. They were doing a lot more than talking. They were all nude. Marcie was riding her "just friend" Roger like a cowgirl and Allen her other buddy was kissing her and playing with her breasts. I must have gotten there just as Roger finished because Marcie stopped and Allen changed places with Roger. So she was doing them both. I'm not a wimp and I could have rushed in to stop them, but it was obvious that this wasn't the first time. I crept closer through the pines and took some pictures with my camera. When I planned to come up this Saturday I thought some pictures of us would be nice to put in our album. Now, I thought some proof would be nice when I confronted Marcie. There was no need to be quiet leaving, because Marcie was making a lot of noise. I returned to the camp and went into the office. There was a computer there and I asked Sally if I could print some pictures of wild life that I had taken. I told her that Marcie would enjoy them. Sally told me to go ahead, that she had some things to check out and would be back shortly. I downloaded a couple of the photos and then printed them. I was sitting on the hood of my truck when the terrible trio got back. They had come in the back way and drove around to the front of the office building. Marcie didn't see me until they rounded the corner. Even at that distance I could see her surprised look and read her lips, she said. "Oh shit." She was trying to straighten her clothes as they pulled up next to me. She dropped her bra and panties behind the truck tire as she got out of the truck, trying to hide them. It really didn't matter, her blouse was buttoned crooked and she had to close the snap on her shorts. She pushed Allen out of the truck and ran over to me. "Hi Honey. What are you doing here? I thought I told you I had work to do today. We just got back from running an errand," She lied to me. Marcie had no idea how much shit she was in. She was trying to bluff her way out of it. "I don't call parking at the lake with these two assholes work, do you? What errand were you running that took you to that private spot at the lake?" I waited to her how she would try to squirm out of this. Roger took a couple of steps toward me and said, "Who are you calling an asshole? I don't think I like that and demand you apologize to Allen and me." "Remember what happened last time that you demand that I do something Roger. If you are smart, you'll stay out of this. If not step up and I'll kick your ass again. Your choice." Roger stepped back, maybe he did have sense to get in out of the rain after all. "Marcie, I'm waiting for an answer. What were you doing out at the lake with these two?" "Nothing Mark. We just stopped to cool off and kick back before we got back to camp," she was still trying to lie her way out of this. How do you know we stopped at the lake anyway?" "I came to look for you and these two dumb shits. I parked up on the road and walked down to the lake. You know I saw some wild life that was so strange that I just had to take a couple of pictures. Since you've been up here longer than me maybe you can tell me what I saw." I handed Marcie the pictures I had printed. When I told her that I had followed her, she started to shake a little. She looked at the pictures and her face went white. Marcie realized that she was busted. She looked at me and started to speak. "Mar, Mar, Mar," she stuttered. "Don't bother you bitch. I don't want to hear that it didn't mean anything, that it was only sex, or that I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't want to hear all the typical bullshit that cheaters spout when they get caught." The Devil's Spawn "But Mark, I only..............." Marcie began. "SHUT UP YOU SLUT, I shouted. "What part of I don't want to hear it, don't you understand? There is nothing you can say that will excuse what you did. I brought the engagement ring with me but I don't think you'll be getting it back." Marcie had started to cry now. Roger walked over to put his arm around her. "Roger stay the hell away from her, at least while I'm still here. If you don't, what I did to you last time will seem like a love tap. Get away from her, she is on her own," I told him. He stepped back again and I continued talking to Marcie. "This whole scheme of yours just shows how little you think of me. You lied to me about the reason for taking this job, you lied to me about your relationship with this ass, and you lied to me so you could spend more time with these guys. I still can't believe that you were doing both of them. You are a prime; grade A, number one slut." "No honey, that's not true. I do love you," Marcie said. "Bullshit Marcie, you don't do those things to someone you love. You don't screw two guys at once if you love someone." I had to stop for a minute. The anger was getting out of control and I needed to back off. "Don't bother coming back to the apartment Marcie. I'll pack you stuff and you can send someone to pick it up. I wouldn't send either of these guys; they won't like the outcome if I ever see them again." Allen spoke up for the first time. "Hell Mark, all I did was take what was offered to me, she came after me. You would have done the same thing in my shoes." "You know I thought you were the smart one of the group. When you didn't say anything I thought, well he knows the score. I was wrong, you're dumber that Roger." Allen bristled at this and stood up a little straighter. "Don't do anything stupid Allen. I would love to mix it up with either or both of you. I wouldn't have done the same thing you did. You knew Marcie was engaged but you jumped her bones anyway. That makes you as big a shit head as Roger. You all make me sick." Remember don't come back to the apartment Marcie. Send someone for your stuff. I'm done." As I turned to leave Marcie said, "You can be a hard and unforgiving person, Mark." She was still crying. "No, I'm not. I'm just hurt and disappointed. You broke my heart Marcie. I'm may not be hard because this is killing me, but I am unforgiving. I've had enough of all of you. Rot in hell Marcie." I climbed into my truck and started to leave. Marcie slumped to the ground crying and watched me pull away. As I got to the gate, Sally was there and flagged me down. I was going to drive right past her, but thought she deserved better. I stopped and looked at her. "Mark, I'm so sorry. I didn't know that they were screwing each other silly until I saw the pictures on my computer. If I had known that was what Marcie planned, I wouldn't have hired her," Sally told me. "I know Sal. It's not your fault that Marcie is a round heeled slut. That's all on her. Thanks for trying to help, but I need to get out of here while I still have control. It wouldn't be pretty if I went off on those three. Good bye Sally, give me a call when you get back to the city and we'll have lunch or something." I drove back home, thinking the whole way about Marcie and those two. I couldn't believe that she had would do what she did. I mean not just screwing one guy but doing them both. I was right, she is a slut. It didn't help me to know that though. I still hurt big time. I wasn't worth much at work on Monday or Tuesday. Everyone could tell something was bothering me. Maybe it was the shouting I did when something went wrong. The rest of my work week wasn't any better. My weekend was spent in a drunken stupor; unfortunately when I sobered up, my pain was still there. I decided no more trying to drink Marcie off my mind. It didn't work and cost a lot of money. The next Tuesday evening, fate or the devil or whatever, decided they weren't done inflicting pain and shitting on me. Marcie and her dad come to pick up her stuff. My bell rang and standing at the door was Marcie and her dad, Mr. Williams. I looked at Mr. Williams and said, "She's not welcome, but you can come in Mr. Williams." He told Marcie to wait in the car and came in. Mr. Williams had always been nice to me. The few times we met, he had treated me with respect and was friendly. I didn't know him well enough to like him, but I did respect him. "Mark is there any way that you and Marcie can get back on track. I know you had a fight, but hasn't your pride stood in your way long enough?" Something told me that Mr. Williams didn't know the whole story. The way he phrased his question told me that Marcie hadn't told him everything. "What did Marcie tell you sir?" "She said that she was by the lake at the camp with another guy and you misunderstood what was going on. Marcie said you saw this Roger give her a friendly hug and you thought there was more to it than that. She said you broke your engagement and took back the ring. She is really sorry Mark." Mr. Williams was a little surprised when I started to laugh so hard that I almost fell off my chair. "Mr. Williams, she lied to you just like she did to me. As usual it's never Marcie's fault. It's more than just a misunderstanding sir." I told him the entire story. Marcie's scheming to get me to allow her to go to the camp for the summer. How she lied to me and mislead me. I told him that she had left the engagement ring and why she wanted to leave it. During the story, he started to shake his head and when I finished he was really angry. I also told him I had pictures of her with both of the men. "That stupid bitch! She's just like her mother was. My second wife doesn't get along with Marcie because of it. That's why I have always paid Marcie's way so she didn't have to come home much. I'm sorry for coming here and bothering you with this shit, I didn't know everything. For what it's worth, I thing you did the right thing in kicking her to the curb. Good luck Mark." With that he left and took Marcie with him. I could see him yelling at her as they drove away. For the next few days Marcie called me several times a day. As soon as I heard her voice I would hang up. If she called on my cell and I saw it was her, I wouldn't answer. I didn't want to talk to her. Her father had sent one of his men over to get her stuff and Marcie and I were quits as far as I was concerned. During the second week after our break up, my boss came into my office and closed the door. Oh shit, what did I do now, I thought. Mr. Kelly, my boss, told me that Marcie was calling me at work three or four times a day. Our receptionist Julie was getting stressed out keeping Marcie from talking to me. He told me that my personal life was my own, until it started to affect the work place. Marcie's calls were disrupting. Mr. Kelly asked me to talk to Marcie and get her to stop calling. I told him I would solve the problem that night. Sally had fired Marcie, Roger and Allen the same day that I confronted them at the camp. She said that the three of them were a bad example to the kids. It was just an excuse, Sally didn't like what Marcie had done. Marcie had moved back in with her dad for a little while and I'm sure that household was tense. I called Marcie at her father's that evening. She was very glad to hear from me, at least at first. "Marcie you have to stop calling me at work. You are getting me into trouble with my boss. I will meet you at Tony's place (a local bar) tomorrow evening a 7:00. You can tell me whatever you have to say then." "Thanks Mark, I'll be there. I just want to say that........" "Save it for tomorrow night Marcie. I don't want to listen to this shit more than once. See you at Tony's." The next evening I walked into Tony's at 6:55. Marcie was already there in a back booth. Marcie smiled when I walked up to the booth and stood up to hug me. I stopped her and sat down. "I thought we could order some dinner and then talk Mark," Marcie said. "I'm not here to socialize or have dinner with you, Marcie. I'm here to put a period to this relationship and get you to stop calling me at work. Say what you need to say and let's get it over with." "That's not fair Mark. You need to listen with an open mind," Marcie said. "FAIR? FAIR?" I said raising my voice a few hundred decibels. "Do you really want to talk about what's fair girl?" I really didn't expect an answer. "If you want to talk you better start, I've got another appointment for dinner. Get on the stick, Marcie," I wasn't going to cut her any slack. "That thing with the boys was just sort of a last fling. They don't mean anything to me. As you know Roger and I used to date and when we broke up it left something incomplete. I used the time at the camp to get rid of any feelings or issues I might have still had for Roger." Marcie looked at me as if I was supposed to agree with her reasoning. "Okay, that explains Roger, at least in your mind. What about Allen? Did you have issues about him too?" "No, I admit Allen was a mistake. He watched Roger and me the first time we were together at the lake. Allen was very worked up and begged me to at least give him a blow job. I did it just to shut him up. Just before he climaxed he pulled away, grabbed me, and flipped me over onto my back. Before I knew it he was screwing me." "When I watched you three it didn't look like it was the first time that the two of them used you. What about that?" "Well after Allen surprised me that first time, I really didn't see any harm in continuing. The damage had already been done, so why cause a situation. I was afraid Allen would tell Sally or someone if I didn't take care of him too," Marcie answered. "El Toro Poo Poo Marcie," I said. "What does that mean?" "That's Tex-Mex for bullshit Marcie. That is as big a lie as all the others you told me. You did Roger and decided to try Allen too. It was your last fling and you decided you might as well make it a good one." Marcie sat for a minute collecting herself. The she said, "Mark I want to come home. I told you Roger and Allen don't mean anything to me. It was just a last fling before I got married. When we get married I'll be all yours again. Please Mark." "We don't have a home Marcie. I have a place where I live, but you can't go there. All your scheming, lying, and playing the slut killed any feelings I had for you. Even if I could forgive you, I couldn't forget. I can't trust you anymore Marcie. Maybe I never could, there may be others that you had flings with while we together. I don't know, but I would always wonder if there were." She was sitting in the booth and for the first time realized that she wasn't going to get her way this time. I think that fact bothered her as much as our broken engagement. "Marcie, you are a spoiled brat. You're so beautiful that everyone always gave you what you wanted. Not this time. You have "Center-of-the-Universe Syndrome", everything has to revolve around you. Well take that mentality and go home to daddy. Maybe he can buy you some honesty and character, but I doubt it. I don't want to see you or talk to you or even hear about you again. Good bye." I threw some money on the table and got out of there before Marcie could see me crying. She had no idea how much she had hurt me. I had got some things off my chest and maybe I could start to heal now. Things at work were easier without Marcie calling every couple of hours. Julie even came to my office and thanked me. My boss told me good job and things settle down a little. I still yelled at my computer or at a spread sheet sometimes, but things were getting better. I don't know what it is about a single man that bothers a married woman. Maybe they can't stand to see a guy happy without a ball and chain to answer too. It's a mystery. My secretary told me that she knew a nice girl that would be perfect for me. She wanted to invite me to dinner with her husband to meet this nice girl. "Sarah, I admire, respect, and even love you a little bit. You may be the exception but women are the devil's own. The devil actually made Eve to torment Adam. Adam wasn't driven out of the Garden of Eden; he ran like hell trying to get away from that spawn of the devil, Eve. Women were invented to screw men up and to ruin his life. So no thank you, I don't want to date anyone. Even your nice girl. Leave it alone, okay." A month and a half after the fiasco at the camp, I received a phone call that surprised me. Sally called and said she was ready to get that lunch I had promised her back on that horrible day at her camp. I was really busy on a project right them and wasn't taking a lunch so I suggest dinner on Friday night. We would met at a steak house we both liked. I know, I said women are the devil's torture for men. Sally wasn't like that and we didn't have any feelings but friendship for each other so maybe I was safe. I met Sally at the steak house and we had a very nice dinner. After wards we went into the lounge for a drink and to talk. "Mark I want to tell you again that I didn't know anything about Marcie and those two until you showed them those pictures," Sally told me. "I know Sally. You already told me that and I believe you. Especially after you fired all of them that same day. Don't worry, I know you weren't involved," I responded. "But I feel I should have known something wasn't right. When you came up to see Marcie, you guys were so loving with each other. I should have known that Marcie lied to me about you guys taking a break from each other. In hindsight, it just didn't add up." Sally was really bothered that she didn't see what was going on. "Just forget it, girl. Let's have another drink and listen to the music and chill." "Mark how are you? I mean I know it had to be a shock. Are you okay?" Sally showed her concern. "No, I'm not alright, but I will be. It will just take some time I guess," I answered. We finished our drinks and I walked Sally to her car. I hugged her and she kissed me on the cheek as we said good night. As I walked back to my car, I thought that Sally was a good person. She seemed to really be concerned that I was okay. It's nice to have friends like that. Three weeks later Sally called me. She wanted me to go to a function put on by the foundation that funded her camp. "I need someone to be with me and I don't want to have to fight off some wolf all night. How about you being my knight in shining armor?" I agreed to go with her and I actually enjoyed myself. A month after that I called her and ask her to go to my company's party. "I want a friend there that won't get upset if I try to do a little networking with some higher ups." Sally agreed to go with me and again I had a good time. A short time later we went to an art exhibit, then to a book signing, then to a play and pretty soon we were going out at least once a week. I don't know when it changed from friends doing things together to something more. I do know when I realized how much Sally was beginning to mean to me. Sally wasn't available for another function for my company and I went by myself. Half way through the evening I found I wasn't have a good time and realized that I was missing Sally. Not missing a date, but missing Sally herself. Sally and I met at our favorite watering hole the next night. She apologized for not going with me and I told her about the previous night. Then I took what I felt was like a giant step. "Sally, I know how I have talked about women in general since Marcie, but I'm changing my mind about one woman." "Oh, anybody I know Mark?" She asked with a smile. I was too dense to see that she already knew where I was going. "Yes Sally you know her. It's you I'm talking about. I like you a lot and want to know if there is a chance for us to be more than friends. What do you think?" "Mark, I have been waiting for the last month for you to realize that we have a relationship. I like you very much and would love to see where we can go." We become a couple but took things slowly. It was eight months before we moved in together. And that is where we are now. Maybe Sally isn't the devil's spawn, maybe she's my angel. We will see. Quote: Life goes on. * The phrase "Center-of-the-Universal Syndrome" that I used to describe Marcie was basically stolen from KK in Texas. He used that phrase in his comments about one of my other stories. I thought it was a great saying and took it for my own. I didn't have an email for him to ask for his ok to use it. So this story is dedicated to KK from Texas. Thanks for the line and I hope you don't hate me for stealing it. Woodmanone.