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Ducky the Demon Hunter!

By: stubborn_dreamer



 WARNING! Contains satirical themes of religion. Some references will be lost if you have never listened to Led Zeppelin's song "Stairway to Heaven." Thank you!

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Chapter 1: Stairway to Heaven

The soft sounds of guitar strumming and wooden flutes invaded her mind. Stairway to Heaven, that was the name of the song. It played vibrantly as she watched the black shadows that tried to flee from her. She could hear the curses, foreign and English in grating hissed voices. She was closing in. There were three, a red flame demon and two blue lesser flame minions slightly behind. 

She licked her lips, anticipation zipping through her veins. She couldn't wait. She was herding them toward the pier. It was a commonly known fact that sweet little flame demons could not swim. She sped up and jumped down from the building rooftop as the demons stopped short, seeing the dead end. They blanched at the black ominous water and turned only to see her blocking them in her sinuous crouch. She lifted her head and gave them a sweet smile. The beam of a single lamppost kept them from the darkness.

Glorious, the red flame demon was glorious. 

He was naked as most demons were when in their true form. His cherry colored body was molded like a Greek statue. His arms and thick thighs were corded with sinewy muscle. Thick black hair that shone with red and metallic accents stood unruly at the top of his head. And most importantly, his penis was red, thick with an orange head and angry pulsing veins, rigidly erect. It was not because of his arousal, but because most flame demons never went flaccid. The creatures were naturally excitable and temperamental, so their dicks were always "enflamed." 

Ducky giggled at her inward musings and slid up from her crouch. 

The demons looked at her with a measure of anger and fear. They would never have expected this to be the one chasing them. They had sensed a demon hunter of considerable power. She stood before them in all black wearing a cross between a nun's habit, a shinobi shozoko, and a boy Lolita. Her long black combat boots had black garters that led to a puff pair of black bloomer styled shorts. Long tattered bandages peaked out of her boots and wrapped around her arms, even under her fingerless gloves. If they had looked on closer they could have seen the kunoichi top she wore that hung to her generous curves. She topped it all off with her cloak, the nun's band and collar were white, glowing eerily in the darkness.

The red flame demon growled at her. Fire spewing from his mouth illuminated his face horribly for just a second. 

"Harlot wench! What is thine purpose?" 

Ducky braced her guns by her hips and gave them a cheesy smile as she stretched onto her toes. 

"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now."

They looked at her with a measure of confusion and horror.

"Speak plain witch, dost thee tarry? Test not mine mercy."

Ducky tilted her head and pouted before she smiled at the blue demon to his left. 

"It's just a spring clean for the May queen."

It was a flash even to their eyes. She had closed in so quickly. One minute she was yards away speaking in riddles, the next she was under Xxkuvjkl's chin with her gun. She grinned at him before a loud shot resounded. Twenty-two years of demons usually gave a gal the upper hand. He burst into flames and fell to his knees as she turned fluidly to the next blue demon. He shrieked, like a banshee running from her.

"Mercy! Ple..."

She shot again, right between his eyes. He looked at her in shock and she shot him again as he charred and flaked into nothingness. The red demon stood on his hackles and let out a monstrous roar. 

Oh boy, someone's going to have a headache tomorrow. 

Arching his back in fury, he wretched forward as he blindly charged at her. She jumped up just as he reached the place where she had been. Falling behind him she reached back and put him in a headlock. Using her landing momentum she tossed him over her shoulder and flat onto his face. He groaned, red blood pouring from his temple and lifted only to feel his head tap against the barrel of her gun. He waited for her to kill him but she was unnervingly quiet. Looking up he saw she was amused.

"Why dost thou tarry?" he growled. "Be done!"

She giggled bending down beside him. "Your head is humming and it won't go." 

With surprising ease she flipped him over onto his back. "In case you don't know."

The naturally angry demon had become even angrier, the ground beneath him burning, yet none touching the smiling woman. 

"Thine mouth ist a den for liars! Thee speak no truths with thine cryptic lies!"

The girl sighed heavily as though he was scolding her. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just...I love that song!"

He watched her unable to hide the disgust and unsettlement he felt. She cocked her head quizzically. 

"You know, Stairway to Heaven? Led Zeppelin? Eight minutes of pure awesome?"

He looked at her blankly. Obviously she had been harmed as a child. 

"Why, dropped maiden wouldst heaven durst interest me?"

She huffed seemingly disappointed. "You mean I've been making well timed references all to myself? And you gave me the best pauses too! I thought we were playing a game!"

He started as she leaned her body over his, her lip quivering.

"I thought we were in this together."

His eyes widened as her thigh brushed his manhood and his fire roared again, the heat tossing her away. He lifted to stand but found he could not. He was in a keeper's circle. She had him trapped and he found he could not even move his fingers. She positioned herself to sit cross legged as he blazed himself into a tantrum cursing her and all the high heavens. 

She watched his dick with eagerness, loving how it twitched and seemed to harden even more the angrier he got. He tired himself out pretty soon and looked back at her to see her watching him intently. When he realized where her attention laid he gritted his razor sharp teeth, making the noise of nails going across a chalk board. 

"That's really rude," she protested covering her ears. "Now I'm definitely going to have a headache you jerkface!" "Consider thineself lucky witch! If ever wast I to enter thine service, torture would await thee."

His red eyes glinted as he gave her his own twisted version of a grin. "I'd lie in wait for thine demise. I'd bind thee with barbs and torture thee, ripping screams from thine bloodied lips."

She rolled her eyes, pretending to yawn. "Nothing I haven't heard before my predictable love."

He gritted his teeth again in response as flames began to course around him. He flew into another rage, the heat actually causing Ducky to shield her face. 

"I'D RIP THINE TENDEREST FLESH! THEE WOULD BEG FOR DEATH! RAPE WOULD BE THINE ANSWER! JUST AS TWAS THE RAPE OF THE OTHERS! RAPING THINE BODY AND SOUL UNTIL THEE ART BUT A SOULLESS SHELL!" 

After his rant he went out like he had been doused by water, the last of his flame wasted by his anger. He heard a silence then a series of jingles, before something hit the ground. Looking up he saw the woman had taken off her belt. With it were a series of weapons he wished to not look upon. Before he could speak she straddled him, her hips right above the nest of his sex. He sniffed and froze as the smell of lust permeated the air.

"Yeah?" she asked huskily. "You'd rape me?"

She lowered her upper body to his, one gun still in her hand. He could feel her hardened nipples through her blouse. 

"You'd fuck me with that big rugged cock?"

He felt her tongue trace his ear before she gently nibbled on the earlobe. An involuntary shiver went straight to his groin. He shook his head angrily. It was a ploy. He was alive so she obviously wished to bind him. She was luring him in with her sex.

"I do not fear thee witch! Thou canst not bend me to thy will! 

She ground against him like a dog in heat, ignoring his muffled protests. She could feel herself growing wet, and like usual she was wearing no panties. 

"You're so warm," she moaned snuggling into his chest. "You feel so good, you're making me wet."

He looked down at the girl unable to fight off his demonic pride in able to entice even a demon hunter. 

"I am a fire demon. The pleasures I have thee surely could not imagine!"

She chuckled and traced a hand down the contours of his chest. Dark maroon nipples started to harden under her scrutiny and she licked one. He raised his hips upward, somehow able to do that simple motion and the wave of his body gave her chills. She leaned back and tossed off her cloak. 

There the demon saw she had a fine form. Well shaped full breasts, a thin waist, and thick strong hips. Her darkened eyes shone with lust and she licked her full lips like she was hungry. Despite himself he was quite pleased with her. Perhaps if he pleasured her enough he could make her his thrall slave. Then after a few fucks, he could kill her.

"Dost thee seek pleasure from me witch?"

She smiled unzipping a zipper that was conveniently located between her legs. She spread the open folds he saw it revealed her unprotected pussy. It was already sopping wet and he felt the urges inside him stir. 

His voice was raspy and deeper than before as he spoke. "Come hither witch. To mine mouth. I shalt give thee thine pleasure."

She could see that he was acting on instinct, his thoughts on freedom secondary to his thoughts of lust but it probably wasn't smart to put those teeth near her puss. 

"Witch?"

Fuck it, she wasn't that smart anyway. 

She hooked the fabric of her shorts into her garters so that the insides of her thighs were also visible. Slowly, gun in her hand she sauntered over. She though briefly of making him suck her gun for sport but decided against it. That was for another depraved day. 

"Bite me and I will sever your ties to your forefathers," she said breathlessly. "Then I'll let your ancestors kill you." To a demon such a fate would be worse than death. They would die and go nowhere, vanishing into the nothingness.

He looked at her with a bit of alarm but as her groin neared his face his lust took dominance. She raised herself above him on her hands and cried out when his tongue stretched up to drag along her slit. It was reptilian, tapered like a snake and bumpy like a dog's. He dragged the ridges against her clit and she arched and bit her lip. 

Underneath her the fire demon smirked in glee. She was so wanton, so easy. He doubted he'd need to do much more to enslave her. He slid his thick wiggling tongue into her pink moist warmth and she clenched down moaning. His undulating tongue bounced against the walls of her pussy, stretching into her G-spot and making her whimper with delight. She reached and squeezed one of her nipples. Looking down at him with glazed over eyes she saw his eyes narrow and felt his low rumble inside her. The feel of his growl inside her was her undoing. 

She shouted as the pleasure racked her and she felt forward fully in reach of his mouth and he sucked her sensitive clit. She shook and gasped until she could take no more. Jumping up she positioned his cock under her slit. It pulsed and throbbed in her hands. Bending over his waist she slowly began lowering herself on him. Just the head of his hot steaming cock nearly made her cum again but she restrained herself as she filled herself inch by inch with his meat. 

The red demon's eyes were slits as he watched the female impale herself on his massive shaft. She continued to lower herself seemingly with no intention of stopping. 

Surely she wasn't...yes, she was going to take him in, all of him. 

When she finally bottomed out the loud squelching of her juices slipped over his tight orange balls. 

"Yes...yes...Fuck yes!" 

She was so full. Her pussy quivered around him like it was trying to escape, or maybe speak. 

What's that pussy? You want more? Of course darling, eat up! 

She rubbed her hips against hot thighs as she accustomed herself to his size.

"So tight female..." he rumbled. 

She panted as she lifted herself up off of him until just the orange head remained in her. Then she dropped her hips.

"Female..." she lifted again, "Witch..." she dropped, "Harlot." She grinned at him as she developed a slow steady rhythm. "You and all these pet names."

He rumbled in satisfaction and began to lift his hips to meet her thrusts. 

"Yes...thee shalt be mine pet. I will delight in thine depravity, and stretch thee so no other creature might find pleasure in thine loosened folds."

She giggled and moaned reaching up to rub a breast. All these demons had this really strange obsession with stretch a girl's who ha until it was loose and flappy. 

Fricken weird really. 

"You won't be the first to try." She purred, running her teeth along her plump lip. He ached to touch her when he realized he was still trapped.

"Free me pet. Unimaginable pleasure shall be yours."

She increased her pace as she felt the member inside her twitch and burn inside her. Steam started to rise between them as his heat and her wetness collided. She thought about making a pun about steamy sex but controlled herself. 

"Pet....Pet! Obey me. I am master of..."

She opened one eye to look down at him. "Oh yeah that reminds me." 

His eyes widened as the barrel of her gun lined underneath his chin. She had closed her eyes and was shivering as she thrust into him.

"You...said...you'd rape me." 

He watched as she smirked, her ample ass smacking harder into his hips. He could feel his balls tightening and he growled. She shrieked as his hips jerked up harder at her and her tongue stretched out of her mouth as she panted.

"God you're delicious!" She moaned and clicked the safety off her gun.

His lust and self preservation battled as he tried to still his hips but found that he could not. His first instinct had won. Looking into her crazed eyes, he knew that was her plan all along.

"No witch! I canst give thee more! I shalt be thine slave. Mercy!"

"I'm sorry," she said unapologetically. "You turned me on, but I just don't like rapists." Her smile was merciless and cruel. "It's not hot fun if ya don't want it ya know."

Then she dug the fingers of her free hand into his hair and rode him through his roars. She could feel her destructive orgasm crowning and his bouncing hips bucked her like a bull. She threw her head back and screamed incoherently until she began to moan lyrics. 

"If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now..." He watched as her trigger finger twitched.

"Stop!"

"Mm...yes. Ugh. It's just a spring clean for the May queen!" 

She was shrieking now, the sound harsh and awful. "YOU HEAD IS HUMMING...AND IT WON'T GO! IN CASE YOU DON'T KNOW!" 

He felt her pussy contract against him and true fear leaking into his unresponsive body.

"STOP!"

"Oh! OH! THE PIPER'S CALLING YOU TO JOIN HIM!"

With a final scream she came, her trigger finger pulling as she clenched over the demon's cock. The cry had set him off; his hot scalding cum filled her pussy. His hips fell to the ground and she shivered as she watched him smolder away. From his feet up he burned, his cock falling out of her as he stared at her with sated calm eyes.

"Not a bad send off right," she remarked with a sated smile.

He grinned at her, his teeth blackening as the curse burned his neck.

"...another...life maybe..." 

Then he was gone. 

Ducky looked at the darkened spot with just a twinge of remorse. 

"Yeah, maybe we'll meet again in another life."

Her communicator started ringing inside her belt and she crawled over to it. The white cross flipped open when she pressed the center circle.

"Yes?"

"Is it done?"

"Yes."

"Good. Head back to headquarters."

"Yes Maam."

She closed the communicator and fastened back on her belt. Then she realized she was still leaking demon cum. Oh and she hadn't gotten the dust for the contract! She needed the DNA of the demon to prove he and his minions had been successfully slain. What was she...?

Grinning she pulled out the contract vial from her belt and filled it with the fluid between her legs. Once it was half filled with the orange fluid she capped it and put it in her belt. It'd be less worse than making Father angry over her carelessness. Not to mention it would suck to work for free. She washed herself with the pier water and said a simple prayer so that the demons would not roam as evil spirits. Then she headed off, humming to herself. 

"And she's buyyying the stairway to...heaven."

The Church of Saint Modesta was an imposing building with gothic architecture. Long winding steeples and gray weather worn angels perched over the top of the roof as though guarding it from evil. The night was black, the new moon had made it so. Shaking herself she went to the giant double oak doors. The church was supposedly closed. She took the golden ring knocker into her hand and struck it against the oak three times. Each time resounded deeply within the hollows of the supposedly empty church. She waited but a moment before the door creaked open and she walked inside. It closed behind her automatically and she turned to look at the man whom had opened it for her.

"Father," she said as glee filled her heart. 

"Yes my child," he responded. 

She smiled at him and he gave her a small smile as well. Realizing what he was doing her promptly frowned and beckoned her towards the inner sanctum of the church. 

"Anyone here tonight?" she asked happily.

The serious priest nodded. "Yes, your mother."

Running past Father she saw her mother bent over in one of the first pews. She appeared to be praying. When she reached next to her, her mother gave her a wide smirk. She was actually in the process of sharpening a dagger.

"What took you so long sweetie pie? I thought I was going to have to come after you."

Ducky pouted. "There were three of them Mom!"

"So?" 

Raven Dumphrey knew her daughter's abilities more than anyone else. She also knew her daughter had inherited certain...peculiarities from her. She gave her a knowing look but then glanced at Father who was approaching them. 

"We'll discuss later."

"Do we have to?"

"Have to what?" Father asked pointedly as he looked at her mother with disdain. 

Father was a tall lean man with an unknown quantity of years. He was probably in his mid-forties, but his face held a youthful countenance that matched someone in their late twenties. He had steely green eyes, severely straightened honey blonde hair and porcelain white skin from staying in the church all day. 

Her mother was the complete opposite. She was as dark as the night with beautiful long black hair that was currently in a French braid that ended by her butt. Her eyes were startling, an amber brown that struck the soul. A dark maroon color stained her full lips and mischief quirked just by the side of her mouth. 

"Girl talk. Vaginas and stuff." She gave Father a devilish grin. "Things you would never be interested in." 

Father scowled at her, controlled his urge to cross himself in her presence and redirected his attention to Ducky. 

"Do you have the contract?" 

She nodded taking the vial out of her belt. He looked at the orange vial suspiciously.

"What...is that?"

"It'll work."

Father's frown deepened if possible, and he beckoned her to hand over the vial. She did so nervously. He procured the contract paper from his robes, a white scroll of papyrus. It floated up in front of them and unfurled. Uncapping the vial Father recoiled, coughing as the smell of sex and burning assaulted his nostrils. He looked at Ducky furiously but she gave him a smile. 


Ducky the Demon Hunter! Ch. 02



By the time Ducky was done with Father's prayer gauntlet she knew she would never use demon cum as a contract confirmation again. 

That was probably Father's goal. 

She went home, stripped, and crashed without a second thought on her couch. When she awoke it was afternoon. She luxuriated in a long bath, soaking her soreness, headache and fatigue away before running to her kitchen to grab some food. She had fruit, bacon, and cereal, which she munched on as she towel dried. Her amber colored eyes took in the news irritatedly. Somber lack luster tales of murders, heroes, and villains aired repetitively. Boring, if she wanted heroes and villains... 

Changing the channel she found a cartoon of Batman. 

Yes! This is what she lived for, those rare moments when things worked out. Half way in to the Batman chasing down the Riddler she heard a ringing. She started to head for her belt when she realized it was in fact her cellphone. Laughing she picked it up off the kitchen table. 

"Duck baby. Talk to me."

"Hey babe are you dressed?" a rusty but sweet voice asked. 

"Heck no Diamond. It's my day off."

"Well get dressed. You, me and Ezekiel have been summoned by the boss man."

"Aw..."

"Hey, we'll get ice cream after."

"Zeke paying?"

"You bet."

"See you there."

Ducky raised up, sighing as she turned off the TV. "Bye Batman." 

Thinking about what she had to do, she realized she had forgotten about Harold.

"Harold? Harold sweetie where are you?"

She sensed the presence behind her before the mass came down to tackle her. Looking up she saw the lean orange colored tabby cat was mid air aimed toward her head. She caught him right before he landed on her face and swung him about.

"So close my bay-bee!" she said with gushy baby talk inflections.

The cat meowed happily as she rubbed its head. 

"You tried to catch mama didn't you? Didn't you!"

Harold had been a stray with a nasty habit of surprise attacking anyone and anything that had ventured into his alley. At first the attributes seemed too intelligent so paranormal activity had been thought up. People thought he was a changeling. When she had come to investigate, lovable Harold had jumped off the roof towards her. She was about to shoot him on instinct, but his cute amber eyes that reminded her of her own had stopped her. So, she took him purring and docile to St. Modesta's. Later, it was concluded he was just a really strange cat. That being said, unless he was headed to the pound, he was headed home with Ducky. 

She carried him into the kitchen where she cut up pieces of chicken and put them on top of his cat food. She filled his water bowl and smiled, washing her hands. 

"Mama will be back soon baby. Behave okay?"

Harold meowed at her like he was actually responding and she rushed off to put on some clothes. It was light out so she couldn't wear her usual get up. Instead she wore a plain fitted black shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She put on a pair of black shades and threw on her motorcycle jacket. Slipping on her combat boots she gave herself a quick look in the mirror. Her hair was a red brown, very red when the sun's rays fried it enough. She slipped a hand through the unruly bits that stuck up from the collection of bits that consisted of her hair. 

She could thank a wind demon for the new style. That cheeky bitch really did not take her capture and deliver contract well. For the time being she tried not to think about her lost luscious locks. Shoot, she wore a hood most of the time anyway. 

Her sleek mode of transportation was a black Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14. The sweet ride had been an upgrade from her previous ride to reward herself for a successful slew of bounties. Of course it had a couple of handy modifications like the break on the speedometer so that the bike could actually max out its speed. Oh her tires were bullet proof. She put on her "safety" helmet without laughing, a feat on its own, and headed to St. Modesta's. As she expected there was a bulletin outside indicating that the church's "private prayer session" was out back in the garage. 

Ducky wheeled her bike into the vast garage that lay behind the formidable building and recognized Diamond's red Ducati. She put the kick stand down and proceeded to walk towards the first set of doors. Passing the metal detector, she raised her hands for her pat down by two Men in Black looking studs, and then went through a retinal and hand print scan. Then she went inside. 

The room was dark like night. Pretty much everyone was wearing black. Diamond stood out like a nun in a strip club. Her hair was a rainbow of colors, some Ducky was sure she had made up. It was like the reflective prism of a diamond. Thus the name. She was sitting at what appeared to be a bar, but was actually just a random long table with stools. Diamond spotted her and excitedly waved her over. 

Beside her next to her left was a six foot seven man with dark chocolate skin. He wore shades much like Ducky's and his body was a carved masterpiece. Each muscle was lean but defined. You could tell just by the way he sat he could pack a mean punch. 

"Duck baby how's it hanging?" Diamond said giving her a very unprofessional hug. 

The others around them didn't say a word, knowing that with these two hunters appearances were deceiving. Hunters were naturally suspicious loners, but the others made it a habit to avoid Ducky and Diamond like the plague. 

Ducky had the highest success rate in the history of The Church with the exception of Cross and another hunter named Smite that was several years her senior. Diamond had the highest accuracy for long distance kill shots. Most of the time she took out her targets without them ever seeing her face. 

"I don't want them to recognize me in hell," she had told Ducky once. 

She had laughed. 

Diamond prayed more than she did, granted Ducky wasn't bound to a demon. Somehow the two of them had gotten hitched in an open kind of "at the end of the day you're mine," sort of way.

Back to the hanging question. 

"Don't know," Ducky responded giving Ezekiel a lecherous gaze. His human form was ever so delicious. 

"Why don't we ask Zeke? Zeke, how's it hanging?"

He grinned, betraying his true nature with a row of sharp teeth. 

"Wouldn't you like to know Kitten?"

"Yes. That is in fact why I'm asking."

He turned and looked at Diamond. "Ask her, she felt it all last night. How was it hanging?"

Diamond blushed, her pale unmarred skin splotching with red. Ducky was sure she saw a few hunters clench their fists. Oh yes, that was another reason they were disliked, they fraternized with the enemy. With rumors about how far Ducky fraternized and Diamond's known bo, they were practically infamous. Lucky for them the big boss didn't care. 

Ezekiel gave her another look and pointed to his hair giving her a quizzical look. Ah yes, he could probably see perfectly in here. She shook her head in dismissal. It was just a stupid awful story. 

Suddenly the wall in front of them started to illuminated with light. The room began to hum and glow in a particular pattern that checked for any spies, unfamiliar magic, and anyone who had no right to be there. After the room was satisfied a symbol of a cross appeared in front of them.

"Children," the voice boomed. 

It was the raspy war hardened voice of Cross, the leader of The Church. 

"Yes Father," they all answered dutifully. 

He seemed to take a count of all the voices he heard before continuing on.

"You have been summoned here solely because your records indicate that you are qualified to be part of the selection process of a life bound contract." 

A gasp sounded in the room.

Lifer contracts never expired. Usual contracts had a time frame and if the hunter did not complete it during the allotted time it would be recycled into the network until someone did. The bounty went up with each incomplete until the level of danger rose. For lifers, once they were accepted they were usually never passed on until the hunter died. Sometimes they even passed on to a fellow hunter family member. A whole bloodline could be bound to a contract! 

They turned you into an Ishmael to your Moby Dick, the Van Hellsing to your Dracula. The Fat kids to the McDonalds. 

In short, they made you legendary. 

In the history of the Church, excluding Van Hellsing, there were 3 life bound contracts ever made. 

"Your mission will be a Level AA mission." 

Another gasp resounded. 

"I want that man removed."

To their shock a burly man was escorted out of the room by the studs who were guarding the door. Zeke put his hand over Diamond's mouth as she tried to keep her laughter in. She put her own hands over his and Ducky put hers as well. A laugh and Diamond would be kicked right out. Cross cleared his throat before continuing on. 

"Due to the danger of this mission it is to be expected that you will tackle this problem in teams of two. Those teams selected will be those of you whom show interest. Based on the strengths and weaknesses of your combined and individual skills the strongest team will be sent. Your records will remain under scrutiny henceforth. Should you fail to complete a mission during deliberation you will be disqualified. The chosen team will receive full details. A monthly stipend for a continued pursuit of this assignment will be rewarded as long as progress is clearly exhibited. The bounty will be separate from this. They are as follows."  

The screen dimmed to show the amount of money they would be receiving. Zeke struck out like viper and covered both their mouths as gasps tried to escape them. They were't the only ones, several gasps were heard. Ducky didn't know such numbers could exist. With that many zeros she thought she'd get a math problem equaling X! A dreamy sigh escaped her. 

Looking over Zeke saw Ducky in what appeared to be the throes of actual physical pleasure. 

My kids would be set. My kid's kids, my who damn line! Gosh...am I drooling?

They seemed to catch themselves as Cross made the figures disappear. 

"I will have results in a month. Those who accept this offer write your names on the scroll in front. You are dismissed." 

The room faded back to dark and no one moved. Slowly the hunters looked up at one another seeming to size each other. Zeke released them and Ducky gave Diamond a pointed look. Diamond smirked at her. Walking forward she watched as the hunters watched her walk forward, her boots resounding through the floor. Grabbing the quill with its black ink bottle she wrote her name in big curvy scrip at the top of the scroll. Oh these old school cats.

S."Ducky" D. 

There, it was done. Her first initial, code name, and last initial. 

Behind her Diamond waltzed up and she handed her the quill. Diamond scratched in her name and replaced the quill before she was halfway down the row. She watched the other hunters through her black shades as they examined her as well. She had no doubt what would happen now. They would try to separate them, suddenly locating their numbers and addresses. Instantaneously they would become invested with their lives and possibly offer bribes. Some would be more honorable and state they clearly wanted business. Either way, they were about to become a hot commodity, even if they were normally avoided. Linking arms with Diamond she walked out, Zeke tailing behind them, his red eyes peeking threateningly at their competition. 

"A lifer Duck?" Diamond said sighing as she sat on the back of her Ducati. 

"You regret it?" Ducky asked as she straddled hers.

Diamond scoffed. "Hell no. You see their faces? Priceless."

Zeke climbed in front of the Ducati, kicking up the stand without so much as stirring Diamond. Shoot, she was sure he could lift that bike over his shoulder, and if he could do that...he could do so many other things. Seeing her heated gaze she smirked and hit the ignition. She followed them, to a cute little ice cream parlor that made authentic curl your toes 1970's sundaes. Ducky parked her ride at the curb and ran inside. She ordered a classic vanilla hot fudge sundae and stood rocking on her heels in anticipation before Zeke opened the door. He held it open for them and Ducky giggled. 

"How chivalrous."

Diamond laughed and joined her. "Lots of training. Want to see him roll over?"

Zeke cleared his throat but they only kept giggling. Ducky put her shades in her hair while Diamond and Ezekiel ordered. Diamond turned to her before her face contorted in horror.

"God girl! What happened to your hair?"

Ducky sighed. What a delayed reaction. 

"A pissed off Level C."

"Fire?"

"Wind. Bitch didn't like her cage."

"Ouch, you should've capped her in a box."

"I should've knocked her ass out."

They sat down at a booth, knowing that Zeke would bring over their sundaes for them. Especially since he was already roped into paying. Ducky watched his muscled ass and thighs and wondered what it'd feel like to have a Shadow demon give it to you good. She was sure he knew all the dark places she...

"Ducky. Stop. I can smell your foul intentions from over here," Zeke said without turning in a mildly irritated voice. 

Damn those demons and their dog like abilities to sense and smell emotions like, lust for example.

"Who told you to have a rock hard ass?" she mumbled.

Diamond laughed, used to it by now. She was wholly unaffected. Ducky had been one of the core reasons they had gotten together in the first place. 

"You can join the party if you bring a friend you know," Diamond whispered, leaning over to her. 

Ducky grinned widely. "Anything you like baby and I'll have it tied and face down on your comforter."

Diamond giggled and noticed Zeke sparing them a few suspicious looks.

"He is hot though," Ducky said dreamily."Especially in his demon form."

In Ezekiel's true form his skin was pitch black like the night. His eyes were of course red, but his currently black hair would turn red too. His nails would grow and so would...another already ample part of him. She knew how ample it got too. Her first meeting of him he had been as naked as a jay bird, demonic and all. How much she wanted to stick that beastly cock...

"Ducky. Control yourself," Zeke hissed viciously. 

He too was affected by the first instinctual commands of demons. If she wasn't too careful he'd fuck her in the diner. She wasn't sure if she should stop when Diamond gave her a meaningful look.

"Easy tiger. We'll play spades someday."

"I wanna play now," she pouted like a child.

Zeke walked over, handsome, buff with a tray full of ice cream and fries. 

"Don't we all," Diamond said huskily.

Zeke's eyes shot to hers as he placed the tray down. Gingerly he sat beside her, a feral gaze pining her down. Like that red flame demon, he too was controlled by his baser instincts. Then he turned to glare at Ducky.

"You're a bad influence on her."

"Like you should talk!" Ducky scoffed, taking her sundae. She dipped a hot salt fry in the sweet whipped cream and moaned as the delicious combo entered her mouth. 

"Mm..." 

She took her spoon and shoved ice cream into her mouth. 

"This is what I live for."

"You live for everything. You say that all the time," Zeke replied, rolling his eyes.

"Exactly," Ducky said blowing a kiss. She smacked her lips and pointed her spoon at him.

"You know? One of these days I'm going to fuck you."

He shook his head, eating a spoon of his own sundae. "I know."

"Like really fuck you. Mach truck fuck you."

"I know."

"And you're going to like it."

He sighed heavily. "I know Kitten, but today is not that day. Mach truck and all."

Ducky pouted as Diamond laughed in response.

"Don't worry Ducky. I'll slip him some melatonin one of these days and call you over." 

Ducky grinned kissing her cheek. "You rock."

Zeke put an arm around Diamond and raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"What? I owe her one, and it's not like she's ugly...or I don't need a break."

She leaned over to Ducky gesturing over her shoulder. "When he's in heat he leaves me bedridden for days."

"Sounds awesome."

"Females," he hissed tiredly.

"Males!" they shouted back, holding their spoons like Napoleon. They all started laughing as the depth of their genuine bonds showed through. She truly cared about both of them. Ducky turned to Zeke pointing her spoon threateningly.

"And it's Duck, not Kitten Ezekiel! Get your animals right!"

Zeke lowered his glasses so she could see the tops of his red eyes and grinned seductively. 

"You know why I call you Kitten, Kitten." Ducky blushed. Of course he went there. 

"Yeah well...shut up you jerk. We swore not to speak of that again."

"Aw...you've embarrassed her," Diamond cooed as she licked her spoon.

"Impossible. That requires shame."

"Shut it shark face! That's it, you're not my friend."

"I am your friend," Zeke's low voice quipped forcefully. Bonds were not easily broken in the demon world and he'd probably torture her to death before he let her renounce their friendship. She just said things like that to get him going.

"No, you're not. Diamond is. We're not friends anymore starting from now."

"Why?"

"Because you're mean."

"So? You're childish."

"And evil."

"What's your point?"

"And you don't care about me."

Zeke gave a long sigh. He put a hand on her head, rustling her chopped up strands. His face showed amusement but at her childish ways, but he was sincere. "I care about you little kitten. More than you'd ever know."

"Yeah?" She looked up at him, making her eyes wide and sweet.

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Then, um...fuck me like a whore."

Diamond choked on her sundae. He laughed, pulling his hand off her head as her eyes went back to their normal lusty narrow.

"In due time kitten. In due time."

By the time Ducky, Diamond, and Ezekiel had finished clowning around it was nighttime. With laughter in her heart Ducky practically skipped into her apartment to eat some well deserved take out with her dependent Harold. 

"Harold baby! Where are you num nums?"

"We're over here."

On instinct Ducky rolled to her coat stand, retrieved two guns and had them pointed toward the intruder in seconds. Her murderous intent vanished when she saw the lesser water demon sitting on her couch. He was an almost translucent light blue. The texture that made up his skin also made his hair. It was styled in watery spikes above his head per usual. He wore a leaf where his crotch would be, though clearly he had pushed his equipment in for the moment. He had pale blue eyes and as far as demon builds went, he was a wimpy. He was long and lean like ballet dancer, but with very little of their muscle.

"Aquiius, what are you doing in my apartment?" Ducky groaned, lowering her guns. A cat that looked like Harold purred in his lap. 

"You put down your guard so soon Miss Ducky?"

"You're too damn worthless to kill."

"Aw Miss Ducky. That hurts!"

Ducky gave him a sadistic smile. "Trust me Aquiius, it doesn't. Now get out."

Aquiius petted "Harold" and the cat playfully licked his face. 

"But Ducky, Harold wants me to stay. Don't you Harold?"

The cat meowed on cue. That reminded her, where was her cat?

She looked around, stomped into the kitchen and back before frowning at him.

"Where's my cat Aquiius?"

He pretended to be dumbfounded. "But, Miss Ducky. Harold's right..."

"My cat fucking hates you Aquiius. He can sense a leech from a mile away."

She went into her room and saw he had bound her angry hissing cat inside of a sound proof level 1 cage. She looked up at Aquiius angrily as he made the fake Harold dissipate. She growled, releasing her cat with a quick mantra. He jumped into her arms and snuggled her shooting a dirty look at Aquiius over her shoulder. Wriggling out of her arms he disappeared down the hallway. Knowing Harold, he would be perched on the highest piece of furniture he could climb to, silently waiting for his revenge. Looking at Aquiius in disgust, she grabbed him by his scrawny little neck and dragged him into her living room. Throwing him down on the couch she towered over him as he looked at her with reproachable eyes.




Ducky the Demon Hunter! Ch. 02



"Give me one reason why I don't toss out your skinny butt now?"

He wrung his cerulean hands, nervously avoiding her gaze.

"Aw Miss Ducky. I...I was just coming to see you. I haven't seen you in such a long time."

Great, we have to go through this. She grabbed his hair and forced his head backward to look her in her eyes.

"For what Aquiius? You're pissing me off. What do you want?"

He tried one last con, putting on a face that was highly offended.

"Can't friends just visit friends?"

She hardened her gaze and he finally faltered. She could see the mental break inside of him. Soon the actual truth would come out.

"I need hel—"

"You need help! I know!" 

Ducky released him and went to her fridge in annoyance. Where was a cold one when she needed one? She rummaged about and found a case of wine coolers. Oh yeah, she didn't like beer. She really needed to stop being such a cheap person and buy a decent bottle of wine. By the time she got a buzz out of those wine coolers Harold would have fucked up Aquiius and she'd have missed the whole thing. She looked at Aquiius who was watching her warily from the sofa, and didn't even bother selecting one. 

She had first met him around 19. It seemed in her late teens she had done all her major f-ing up. She had the werewolf friend to prove it, but that was another story. Anyway, she had met Aquiius all alone and outside the church one day. It was raining heavily and the church was closed, for real. People drove in cars, not bothering to look around them. He had camouflaged into the wetness anyway. She had been passing it by with her umbrella when she saw the faint outline of a person hugging their knees next to the church steps. She had just finished a mission, the scent of demon blood still hung to her. 

Lightning cracked and illuminated his bright blue eyes. He looked upset, scared, lost. She had walked over to him and noticed he was shivering. Apparently even water demons got cold in the rain. 

She thought about lifting her gun. A demon coming to the church could only be coming to ask for an end to their misery and prayers for a new rebirth. Then he looked up at her, with those soulful eyes, and she melted. He flinched from her, obviously smelling the blood on her, but she gave him a sincere smile. 

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you lost?" He shook his head, looking like a small child. He had been the first underage demon she had ever seen. He didn't say a word, just stared at her. 

"Do...you need help?"

He slowly nodded. She reached out her hand and felt his cold hand embrace hers and he rose. The solid hand was soft, smooth and his face was handsome in an androgynous kind of way. He stood about her height, seemed around her age and was wearing only that leaf. She assumed he was male but thought he had no genitalia, much like a ken doll. 

She took him home, to the home she still had now. She had lived alone for a long time. He obviously couldn't dry off so she had asked him what she could do. He was still mute but pointed to her shower. She led him there and turned it to a scalding hot where he sunk underneath it without hesitation and let out a moan of satisfaction. She poured him a glass of water, since that made the most sense. When he emerged he seemed revived. He wasn't wet, but when their fingers brushed as she handed him the water they were warm. She smiled at him.

"I'm going to take a shower, be right back." 

She felt his eyes on her as she went into the bathroom and started to disrobe. She had left the door open, something she normally did since no one was there but her. She closed the door only when she was in nothing but her underwear. But he had seen her soft supple skin, he knew about her curves. Thinking on it now, it seemed like she had naively led him on. She was under a less steamy showerhead when she felt hands behind her. She gasped but didn't fight when the light warm touch caressed her waist. His hands drifted down past her bottom, rounding the soft mounds until he knelt next to her feet. He turned around and ducked under her legs so his face, faced her pussy. She moaned and put her moist hands on the slippery tile. 

Then she felt it, his mouth as he rose his soft lips up and sucked on her opening. His arms rounded her thighs and he squeezed her ass as he flicked her clit with his tongue. She had lost her balance then, but he had slid up instantly and cushioned her with his body. With shining jewels of blue eyes he gently laid her down under the spray of the shower and reverently sucked, licked, and fingered her pussy. Warm fingers tweaked her nipples, he sucked her breasts rubbing his knee against her groin. She was wet, but she wasn't sure from what. 

Shower sex is funny that way. 

Then with strength that didn't correspond to his frame he lifted her up and braced her against the cold tile. The condensation on it made her constantly slip down. He used this, putting his cock right where she was headed. With a cry she sunk down onto him. He wasn't terribly large, but he had filled her pretty good then. With care and practice he began pumping into her pussy, rubbing his body against her throbbing clit. Her breasts squashed against his chest. 

He was so translucent it looked like she was fucking a ghost. 

She watched dizzily as his cock entered her and his ass muscles tightened to thrust. Each stroke brought her higher and higher until he suddenly pulled out and turned her around. Pressing her tits into the cold tile he shoved his cock up her pussy again, slamming against her bouncy ass, crushing her and her pebbled nipples against the tile. The slap reverberate on the walls driving her mad with lust. It was gentle though, too gentle to be rape. He was fucking her because she wanted him to. They both knew who was in control and it made her cum even harder.

After they came a few times and Ducky was dressed he started talking. He explained that he was being hunted down by full fledged water demons because his parents were both bonded demons to one successful demon hunter. The paternal and maternal instincts of water demons are limited, and after his first aging they left him on his own. Currently he had no bad record, no family, and was lost without a community to go home to. She had felt for him then. She related to him, understood what it was like to see your parents and know you could never be a family. So she had done what the oxytocin, aka the happy hormone of the good sex told her to. She had pledged herself to be his protector. 

He seemed overjoyed, called her Miss, showered her with supposed devotion and promised to make her breakfast in the morning. Problem was, he didn't. This was because he was gone. The dirty scamp bastard disappeared without a trace for 3 months. That was when he showed up at her doorstep with a threat from a Level C demon who wanted really badly to take his life. She wanted to refuse, wanted to kill him in fact but it was not possible. 

It was that damn pledge. 

If the protectee failed to protect the protector when asked they would get cursed. If the protector killed the protectee, then the Fates would come in and it'd be messy. She had no time for it. So she helped him, again and again as he showed up to her doorstep. His over exaggerated sob story was no more than a ploy. His folks were good respectable church approved water demons that were allied with St. Modesta. He was the bad egg that thought his folks were crazy to deny their true natures. So dumbo went off to wage war on the humans with the other demons, only to realize he had no bite in his bark. 

Fun fact about water demons, even mature they're weak as shit. That's the only reason a demon would side with a human. 

So after a few bad encounters and having his mouth piss off a few big wigs he played Ducky for her protection. She bet he was still messing around with the dark crowd.

She looked at the miserable lump of weakness on her couch. She really hoped he'd get mauled in a freak accident.

"So who'd you piss off this time?" she asked.

"Keilkin the Skin Eater."

"Sounds fantastic. What Level?"

"Level B."

"You asshole!"

"What? I didn't know I was playing him when I cheated!"

Ducky calmed herself, counting to ten before she blasted a hole through his head. Then she gave him a diabolical smile.

"Fine Aquiius.Fine!"

She went over to the couch and straddled his lap as he watched her with wide eyes. He was still maturing, but luckily he had gained control of the only part of him worthwhile.

"You are going to clean my house and do my laundry for the next 10 months." 

She pressed her breasts into his chest, both to distract and trap him beneath her. He gazed at her with trepidation. 

"Cleaning will be as needed, could be twice a week or twice a day. Laundry once a week on Fridays and if you mix my colors and whites, or something bleach stains, I'll tack on another month for each article of clothing."

He gulped, frowning heavily.

"You're gonna be my cat's slave. You will keep Harold's litterbox cleaner than a stripper's vag. Make sure he gets fresh food with his dry food once a day, and you will not fight against him should he attack you. No cages, you take your beat down like a man."

"Ducky, please—"

"Shut up! And last but not least, I am not to see you. You will brush though here, do your duties unseen and keep your nose out of my stuff. You will however come whenever I call you and I know you can hear me because this little deal you struck with me. Failure to do anything I ask of you will result in the termination of our protectorate agreement."

A blue swirl went between both of them, finalizing her words. The upside to her deal with Aquiius? He was in essence her slave. 

"I want well done steak with a side of red russet mashed potatoes, stir fried string beans and a bottle of red wine for diner. Oh and give Harold a lightly seared chicken fillet." He bowed his head, dreading this part of the arrangement. She had once trapped him for 2 years hoping it would dissuade him from coming back. Didn't really work out apparently, but he did vanish a bit after. It also helped him keep his nose clean. Shuffling off to find the stuff she requested she smirked as she watched him retreat.

"Aquiius!"

He turned looking at her with disdain.

"Before you do any of this I want you to come with me into my shower. You are to wash and fuck me thoroughly. Oh and make your penis 9 inches flaccid. You better hurry if you intend to get me tucked into bed before I ask for more things."

He all but picked her up, murmuring a quick, "Yes Mistress."

She chuckled in evil delight. 

This was what she lived for. 



Ducky the Demon Hunter! Ch. 03



Chapter 3:

Ducky lay on her stomach. 

The cold cement pressed into her skin and the rough frigid rock sweeping the heat from her veins. She was in full gear, nun's habit and all, waiting for the time when adrenaline would push the chill from her blood and her pumping heart would race into action.  

The thought filled her with excitement.

"Ducky, do you read me? I repeat, Ducky do you read me?"

Duck adjusted her earpiece, disliking its cumbersome weight; the weight of unwanted comrades.

"Yeah Zoo, I hear you loud and clear."

Man she hated team missions. Currently she was invading private property, punishable by fines that would cut straight into the funds allocated towards Ducky's food money. Normally she'd be wary of such private perches, but this was different. This property, though under the name of a human businessman, was run by demons.  

After some digging into Keilkin, Ducky had found not only did he have an outstanding warrant, but The Church had been considering cancelling his contract and leaving him alone.  He was after all only a Level B which while formidable was a gnat in the greater scheme of things. Little Keilkin had somehow managed to assumed the identity of Kyle Herman, a thin waifish man whom had mysteriously disappeared three months ago. Upon a thicker more muscular Kyle's return and a diagnosis of repression based amnesia, Kyle was put back to work as owner of the large corporation L-DECT.  

Ducky had an inkling that Keilkin the Skin Eater didn't just eat skin, he wore it. Level B demons had all sorts of nasty talents, and eating the skins he wore could easily be a way to cover his tracks. What L-DECT did was inconsequential. What mattered was what Keilkin was doing with it. 

A white van pulled up by the metal garage doors that housed the back of the brick L-DECT warehouse. The doors slid up, illuminating a grungy line of abnormally shaped shadows. Level C and D demons walked out, some in their true forms, others poorly masked. The van popped open and a male earth demon came out with a cord of rope in his hands. On the end of that rope was a woman...no two. 

She adjusted to scopes of her night visor.  There were actually 10 women, all tied to the same rope in nothing but bikinis and heels. They ranged in race, age, and body type but all held the same unbelievably worn, haggard, and forlorn look on their faces. One girl at the back was openly sobbing. Ducky could see a few had noticeable bruises on their faces, no doubt rewards for trying to escape.  

A female earth demon slunk forward, her green breasts bared with vines that slithered down her thin form, barely covering her mossy sex. She walked up to an Asian woman with sleek black hair and angry eyes. Smiling with brown pointy teeth she pressed herself against her.  

"I wanna be this one." 

Her voice was like a babbling brook, an irritating pitchy gurgle that made the Asian woman flinch. The demoness hissed in response and gripped the girl's face with a green taloned hand.

"Stop that! It's unattractive. You'll crease my skin."

Ducky felt cool rage seep into her. So that was his business, outfitting lesser demons in human guises so they could wreak havoc. They'd take their whole lives, and no one would even know their loved one had been killed. Oh, and on the side he worked over idiotic Level C's and D's who had no business messing with his caliber of evil, like Aquiius.

"Zoo, Tank, you seeing this?" she whispered softly.

"Clear," Tank's gravelly voice boomed. "Are we moving in or outside?"

Finding Keilkin had not been easy.  She had found his contract to be taken by not one but two hunters. They were fairly novice despite believing otherwise and they were higher in age than Ducky. That age difference always made for pride problems and battered egos. Ducky could hear the blather now. Since Ducky had to bust a whole organization with several demons, Father had forced her to request a team up. To her regret it went through. There were only two driving forces that caused teamwork, boredom or money. Keilkin had an attractive amount on his head and Zoo and Tank were tired of having an outstanding bounty. It made them look bad. Ducky hadn't even seen them at the church meeting when they offered the Level AA contract. They were probably not invited. 

She zoomed in the visual on her night goggles so that her team could see the faces of the women on their monitors. They each held a different vantage point. Their standard issue "specs" gave a panoramic view complied of what each of them saw.

"Zoo, what do you got?"  

Ducky grit her teeth as she looked at the demons.

"I got a creeper, a wing, and a die." He responded. 

"What are you thinking?"

Unofficially Ducky had taken the lead on this little project. Zoo was decent enough to pretend not to mind, Tank did a great deal. She pulled to an individual spec setting and examined the garage. It was clearly some kind of bullet proof alloy. Once closed it was designed to stay closed. With earth demons on his side Keilkin would be gone before they could blow the door. The ground would no doubt be left untiled.

"We split the team," Ducky decided."Zoo you take the creeper, Tank you get the wing. I'll take the die."

There was silence on the com Before Zoo said, "Duck that's a bit risky."

"I'll be fine," she assured him confidently.

There was silence once more before he said, "Fine. Don't flip the kill switch until completely necessary, and Ducky, don't you fucking kill my pet."

"Done."

Ducky heard a bit of shuffling but could see Zoo releasing his creatures to follow orders. She pulled back from the roof's edge in time to see a cute little animal waddle over to her. Standing about two feet tall it walked on its hind legs.  Once it reached her it went back on all fours.  It was fat and quite cute and cuddly looking. Its fluffy crimson fur was marred by a small white patch on its tummy. Large black eyes that shone even in the dark peered at her with curiosity. It also appeared to be mouthless.  In truth, it looked at bit like a red fuzzy penguin; which was of course mouthless and had clawed hind legs instead of wings.

"You never answered my question Duck," Tank rasped impatiently.  

Right the plan, she thought ruefully. I have to share it.

"Tank, I want you and the wing to take out the prisoner's guards. Then Tank, I want you to stuff those girls in the van and drive like a bat outta hell. Then the wing should pick me up. Zoo, you and the creeper need to take out the lights and the rigs on the gate. Preferably before big man here starts the drive."

"What will you do?" Tank asked.  

She could tell by his voice that he wasn't sure if he was angry or thankful that she had saddled him with the job of driving off with the half naked women.

"Die and I are going in the gate," she said gleefully.

"You cannot go alo—"

"I'll leave it open Zoo. We need to be discrete."

She heard silence before a gruff, "Ok," confirmed his acceptance.  She was glad, arguing made her angry. 

She beckoned the Die over to her and it waddled over obligingly. Ducky wrapped her left arm around it in a quick squeeze and placed a kiss on its forehead. The Die, apparently male appreciated the gesture and smiled for her.  She winced. Dies were so cute it almost made you forget what they were. 

The grind of gears turning against stone and rust put Ducky back on task. The warehouse was opening. Ducky watched as a pale bleach colored man walked out of the warehouse. He was all shoulders it seemed and he wore a crispy pressed black suit. His black sunglasses covered his eyes and he carried about a black topless cane, though he wasn't actually leaning on it. He was frigidly stolid until he came face to face with the frightened women. 

As soon as they saw him they began to shriek. He smiled then and Ducky wondered how his mouth could hold such a sight. His teeth looked like black shards of splintered glass carelessly arranged in his mouth. It looked painful, like the black tint was the result of the stained blood he shed every time he closed his mouth. It was awful, but Ducky had seen worse. The human women however were obviously not of the same upbringing.  

Smiling harder he raised his hand up and began to sway it back and forth between the women. Some cried the moment he hesitated too long, others closed their eyes and prayed. Eventually he settled his finger to point to a small wispy red headed woman with a pixie cut. Her big watery green eyes looked at him with fear but also a teaspoon of defiance. It was that teaspoon that set her apart.

"I will taste her flesh," he breathed quietly.  

His voice sounded like sand scattered by the wind, a rasp of a whisper that assaulted the ears. Ducky frowned in irritation. She couldn't wait to kill that thing.  

Two Level D's came forward and untied her. On her first step she wobbled. Apparently wherever they had stolen her from she wasn't accustomed to wearing heels. The Level D's became irate with her newborn pace, and simply lifted her up on each side. They led her back towards the garage her toes dangling near the floor and Keilkin leisurely followed. 

The earth demon cackled and pointed to her lackeys to open the door of the van. One by one the women were pushed head first through the doors.  

"You should have looked more appealing," the earth demon snickered to them. "If he had chosen you, you could have lived another day."

Ducky had heard enough. Obviously that earth bitch and the air bitch were of some relation, and to be honest it would be a consolation to her new haircut to shut the woman up.

"Tank..."

"Ready." 

Ducky bent into a crouch and fingered the holster of her gun. It wouldn't snag, but the weapon would not fall out either. That was good enough for her. The Die climbed onto her back and fastened on. She could feel the presence of the thin pinching claws through her armor. 

"Zoo?"

"Ready."

When the last girl got into the truck Ducky pulled the gun from her the holster. It twirled in the air before she caught it and aimed.
The van door closed.

"RAWR!"

The demons looked up in shock as a 300 pound Tank came plummeting down with what looked like a pterodactyl on his back.  

"DIE!" he growled as he let a rain shower of blessed bullets on the lesser demons. Squinting Ducky took a careful shot at the driver's seat.  The tiny hole in the window followed the demon's slump. Good and dead.  

Zoo lurched over the building now, riding on the back of a salamander dragon crossbreed that scaled down the walls like Spiderman. Defying gravity he shot the demons that had tried to run towards the warehouse on the 90 degree angle.  The wing released Tank and he landed on the roof of the van. Girlish shrieks were heard from inside of it and Tank rolled off, leaving a sizable dent in the top.  

Smirking he jumped into the driver's seat and peeled away.

Now it was her turn. Raising a hand into the air Ducky jumped up, pushing one leg to launch the other and stretch her body upward. The wing cried out and grabbed her arm. Sucking in air as her muscles began to quake she swung back and forth as it carried her towards the garage door. Zoo and the creeper had already shot the control box, but they hadn't counted on the emergency switch on the inside of the gate. A tiny demon had escaped through the bottom and pressed it before he had been shot. Right now the only thing keeping the gate open was Zoo's continual stream of bullets. He had to alternate between the gate and the demons that refused to die quickly. With the holy substances embedded in them they were already dead, but they wanted a few more seconds to avenge themselves. Death was lonely and demons had a very common, "grab a buddy" philosophy. Demon hunters called this sick selfishness the "pack rule."  

On the downswing of her rocking, the wing released her. She tightened her body and armor for impact. The Die crawled onto her stomach. Her landing was pretty smooth and her cloak hissed as she slid on the concrete. She could smell it burn but knew it would hold. Ducky knew she was lucky that wasn't her skin.  

The slide carried her past the closing gate and into the warehouse.  Ducky pressed her gloved palms to the ground to slow herself down before she crashed into something and alerted the demons. 

Standing up she angled a shot at a demon that was trying to bite the creeper's tail. 

"Zoo, get out of there," she demanded, once inside.

"Hold open the gate!" he shouted.

She looked side to side to find something to hold it before a though occurred to her.  What was she doing? 

A devious smile spread to her lips. 

"No offense Zoo, but you'll only slow me down.  You should purify the area before we have an outbreak of vengeful souls."

Tank who was still on their wireless feed let out a furious growl. 

"What? Are you double crossing us?"

"You'll get your cuts," she snapped. "Just don't interfere. Thanks for the backup."

She shut her com off and smirking pulled the gate down the rest of the way. She heard Zoo curse at her and then hear the commotion move. He was getting out of dodge, good boy.

For the most part the job next phase was much easier. Keilkin would have himself and a few guards. The demon syndicate he had made wouldn't be fully present, they'd be out at the locations he sent them to for business reasons. Right now Keilkin would be unwinding. The largest group of demons were now being purified by Zoo. If he had any value that was. Sighing inaudibly she checked her ammo. She had no idea how many she'd been dealing but she knew she moved a lot better with more space. Maybe it would be best to utilize a disguise. Slinking against the wall she began to inch forward. 

The lighting was a pale red.  As the light became more glaring she could hear the soft cries of a woman in the far room. She slunk into the shadows and followed it carefully. Leaning back against the wall she felt a pinch and remembered that the die. He had moved to her back. Easing up she looked over the corner of the wall and increased the shadow. She squinted.  

What was Keilkin was up to?  

He had about 4 guards facing away from him in each direction, making a grim square. They were monstrously huge, but no more than level C's. In the center of the circle the red headed girl was bound in a stockade. Her head and arms jutted from the front of it. Her heels were still on, but her bikini bottom had been discarded and her breasts pressed painfully against the polished wood. Keilkin stood behind her. His suit jacket and pants had been discarded in a messy pile on the floor. 

His fingers dug into her backside and Keilkin fucked her ruthlessly with his veiny colorless cock. Ducky watched the woman jerk forward and whimper as Keilkin shoved her onto her tiptoes with his massive thrusts. She offered no resistance, not that she really could. Her fingernails scratched at the wood, as though enduring the thrusts would put less of a meaning on the act being committed against her. 

Keilkin grinned boyishly as he held her hips and worked her over. Grunting as the smacks against her bottom became sloppier sounding she realized that Keilkin didn't just seek to fuck this girl, he wanted to humiliate her.  He reached under and rubbed at a bruised nipple and she let out a wail. One more point of pleasure and it would be a moan. He wanted her to cum for him. No doubt he'd fuck her ass next, and knowing his type he'd start talking.

"Do you like how I fuck you Ms. Yarison?"

Gosh these demons were so predictable.

"Were you lying when you said you'd rather die than ride my cock?"

He squeezed her nipples and took deeper more powerful thrusts.

"Well," he huffed breathily.  "You're riding it now my sweet, you're pussy drips for me. Your pussy clenches for me. And you'll take me until cum drips down your thighs. My cum."

Really? Ducky thought it's be Big Bird's cum.

Moron. 

Ducky wanted to save her at that moment, she really did, but she turned away.  She was too close to him. With teeth like his Keilkin would go straight for the demon pack rule and kill her before she could stop him. Not to mention if she timed things wrong a demon hunter gangbang could always ensue. Demons loved those. Actually, under the right circumstances Ducky didn't mind them either. The thoughts pooled a familiar heat between her thighs when a shriek from the girl snatched back her focus. The women wailed and she heard Keilkin laughing happily.

"What did I tell you?"

Shit, she had cum for him. Keilkin's dick looked like a bleached corn husk and was thick and glistening with her juices. So he did know how to make a woman cum. He was ugly, but at least he could do that. She only wished that girl could see things how she saw it.  

Sex was certainly a weapon, but women seemed to forget that they had power to wield it. An orgasm, even from a creep like Keilkin was a beautiful thing, and there was one thing men liked more then they admitted, giving a woman one. Of course it also gave some men the idea that they were now free to go to town. And Ducky wasn't a fan of rape either way.

"Now, for your...other pussy."

Were demons all born lame or were they made that way?

Taking his slick penis he began easing it into her butt. Ducky bit her lip.  The first time was definitely not a...to her surprise the dick slipped right in.  Keilkin seemed to be surprised as well.

"So...you're not as innocent as you seem?" he mused.  

She didn't respond, instead blushing all the way to the tops of her chest. 

"Oh yeah," Keilkin moaned, thrusting wildly into her. "I like it better when the girls are broken in."

The redhead was mute, but didn't seem to be in any pain. In fact from her face, she seemed...well it wasn't happy, but it wasn't bad off, whatever that emotion was. To Ducky this meant she had time to figure things out.

If she let the die's kill switch off he'd kill everyone, including the girl. He had no way of directing his attacks. Her first course of action would be separating the girl from him. All she would need was one of those demons. Sighing she stripped down naked and hid it with shadow. All she needed was a multipin and a tonic. Grabbing these things she tapped the Die and he released her. Landing in front of her with squinted eyes she realized he was staring at her sex. 

"No," she scolded.  "Not for you."

He looked back at her with the appearance of a pout. 

"I need you to climb up to the roof and stay on the beams okay?"

He only looked at her.  Rolling her eyes she picked him up and rubbed him against her breasts. Throwing him down before his claws could dig into her she pointed at the room.

"Now go!"

It smiled again and began to waddle.
Ducky shook her head.  Of course Zoo would have a perverted Die.

Breathing deeply she knocked over a box. She heard the other room freeze and hid slightly behind it.  

"I will go check it out."  

One bodyguard went out, the biggest one of course. He had red glowing eyes. As he neared the box she gripped the tonic tighter in her hand.  He lifted the box out of the way and she sprung. Clasping a hand on his mouth she wrapped her legs around his waist and stabbing it into his neck.  A naked woman on him was enough of a startling event, but with her agility he hadn't stood a chance.  Holding on to his strong frame she made sure to drain the needle and waited for his eyes to haze and refocus.  

A mixture of brimstone, silver shavings, and ammonia with grave thistles had the power to control a lesser demon for a time. When he came to he held her waist to help support her.

"Whisper," she commanded.

"What do you ask of me master?"

She smiled. "I need a bikini and heels, and I need you to do exactly what I say."




Ducky the Demon Hunter! Ch. 03



Moments later her Die was hidden on the beam on the ceiling.  He was very stealthy, despite his odd way of getting around. 

The other guard was about to investigate when her guard came in, holding her firmly in his hands.

"Sir," he said militantly.  "There was a slave 
that managed to hide. I found her trying to open the gate."

"Really?" Keilkin asked.  

He was cleaning his dick off with a cloth. The redhead lay limply on the stockade, no doubt passed out.  She was obviously played and done with. 

"How?" he said humorlessly. "Are you saying that we have an incompetent moron among us?"

He looked her up and down and she stared at the floor.

"Find out where she belongs and deliver her," he ordered.  

"Yes sir," the guard was pivoting when he added.

"Oh, and when you find out who missed her, kill them."

"Yes sir."

They were turned towards the doorway when Ducky said in a very harsh whisper,

"Ugly fuck."

Like clockwork Keilkin stopped them.

"Wait."

The guard turned them back and he stalked up to her.  

"What did you say?" he dared.

As though getting some wellspring of powerful moxie Ducky glared at him with fire in her eyes.

"You...you heard me! I called you an ugly fuck! You're a monster, a horrible monster!"

"Oh? You think so?" Keilkin's dick began to gain life right I front of her.  

"I could cut out your heart right now," he threatened grin.

"Then do it," Ducky dared pretending to wrestled against the guards arms.  Really he wasn't holding her much at all.  

"I'd rather die! Look what you did to that poor girl. With that...that evil between your legs!"

If possible Keilkin's grin grew wider. "It's evil now?" he lulled musically.  "Well then..."

He pressed his nose against hers and glared into her eyes with madness.

"...how would you like a taste of evil?"

Ducky's eyes widened and she sputtered. "I- I never! I'd bite it off at the root!"

"Then shall I put some evil inside of you?"

"No! You mustn't! My boyfriend..."

"Your boyfriend?"

For Keilkin that had sunk the deal. Before she could blink she was in a stockade of her own trying to keep the grin off her face. Oh gosh, she couldn't wait to tell Diamond about this one. This was just too good.

She settled on cursing up a storm as her guard secured her.

"She has a very bad attitude Sir," he said frowning. "I think she needs to be skinned immediately."

Keilkin laughed. "Let's not be so hasty. She just requires some breaking in."

A man like him liked a challenge. Broken women did nothing for him. No, Keilkin liked to break his women. 

She had to remind herself to stay still. On her cue he slipped her the key and stepped back.  Ducky shrieked for help much to Keilkin's enjoyment.  

Deliberate footsteps circled around her and knew the guards were taking their positions.  Keilikin's footsteps were different. They were insidious, calculating, stalking. He was studying her like she was a prize pony.  

"I don't remember her," he mused to no one in particular. "I would think I would remember her," he said taking a step. "With that big round ass."

"No! I'll kill you! I swear!"

Her rant was silenced with a hard smack on her ass. She yelped and he smacked her other cheek. 
Keilkin had a pretty broad hand and to her surprise he caressed her stinging curves. She held her breath as the touch became more sensual.   

"Be quiet now," he said raspily. "You've lost. If you keep threatening me..." he let the threat linger and she knew that he was smiling his dreaded smile. 

The hairs on the back of her neck rose. His hand coasted up the plane of her back.

Keilkin's intent was different now.  His demon lust was surfacing and it left no time for games. She felt his touch lower and was not surprised when he ripped off her panties. She felt Keilkin's dick poke lightly at her hip, slick with Red's juices. 

The lazy fuck probably wouldn't even try to work her up.  Sure enough she began to feel him rub the dick up and down her slit. She was actually lucky. That way he wouldn't noticed how wet she already was. She couldn't stand hearing him gloating. Despite her body's response an evolved part of Ducky was disgusted by this man. Thinking about the possibility of having standards started to hamper her arousal.  

Instead she thought about how nice dicks in general were, and decided that having the sense fucked out of you in a bondage situation by a thick dicked demon was not the worst thing in the world. In fact if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was the fire demon. Oh that Shakespearean sap, she was going to miss him.  

"Any last appeals my attractive runaway?" he asked giddily.

"Please don't do this," she pleaded.

"Oh that's so cute. Another."

"I beg of you."

"Oh quiet, you're very lucky," he said, spreading her pussy lips apart. "Someone could be wearing you right now. Oh, wait..."

With brutal force he shoved himself inside her. "I am."

Ducky didn't need to fake her scream. Keilkin was a big boy. She scratched at the wood as he squeezed her ass and chuckled.

"Are you a virgin runaway?"

He pulled out of her and thrusted, eliciting another shout.

"You're very tight."

She couldn't speak, she could only let herself endure Keilkin's abuse.

"Has the fight already gone out of you?" Keilkin snickered, turning his dick in circles so she could feel him. She resisted the urge to moan.

"You...bastard."

"You feel wet and tight despite your words," Keilkin teased. "I think I shall enjoy making you cum."

"Like... you could...you...vampire wannabe pussy!

"I will enjoy cumming in your mouth as well," Keilkin said viciously. "It should keep it busy."

He thrusted in a place that made her moan and she squeezed hard around his pumping dick.

"Lovely," he grumbled and began to fuck her hard and deep.   

Ducky panted, trying to keep up the role of a stubborn girl being taken advantage of, but the situation was too erotic for her and she wanted more.

"More," she whimpered.

"What was that?" Keilkin asked astonished.  

She knew he was grinning from ear to ear.

"More!" she shouted, pressed back against him. "Harder harder!"

"Yes! You slut," he said in a congratulatory voice. "Beg! Beg for me!"

"Shove that dick inside me! Make me cum you papery bastard! Oh..."

True to his word Keilkin began pounding her like she had stolen from him. She shivered as her orgasm slithered up to her. She cried out, turning her wrists over so that she could accomplish her next feat. 

Stockade be unlocked. 

When her orgasm burst inside of her, tears came to her eyes. Goodness, for all his crap Keilkin's dick was a gem. The spasming of her muscles caught Keilkin's dick in a massage that sent him over.  Groaning like he had been punched he emptied himself inside of her. 

"Ah..." he rasped. "You're fantastic! You will be...one of my prized sex slaves. I will use you...until your skin is loose enough to peel off."

Wow. He could really fuck up a compliment.

She trembled in her aftermath, catching her breath.

"Really?" she said mockingly. "You think I'm good enough?"

He didn't catch her sarcasm and pulled out of her with a grin.

"You will be. I will use you until you crave for nothing but me. You will die without me."

Ducky felt him spreading her ass cheeks. Okay, now that was just rude. Kicking backwards she caught him in the face.

He stumbled back in shock and she kicked off her heels.  Sliding out of the open stockade she perched on her toes on the top of it.

"How about you die without me?" she suggested with a smile. She jumped up towards the wall and jammed the multipin inside of it.  Yanking herself higher she kicked off the wall and hung onto the rafter of the ceiling.  Her die looked at her with curious eyes.

"Kill her!" Keilkin screamed, red veins bleeding angrily into his cheeks.

"Now! she shouted. Her guard scooped up the discarded red head and ran towards the back entrance.

The betrayal of their fellow demon distracted them.

"MORTOS!" she screamed.  

The die froze and without warning dropped to the ground. The white patch on its stomach began to bleed red and it grew in size, its razor sharp claws lengthening to the size of a head. The demons shook their heads in horror.

"No..." Keilkin yelled. "No!"

They ran to the doors but Ducky blocked the exits with shadow. There was no where to run.

"Kill it!" he shouted, running behind a body guard, but they all knew it was no use. The die was from their realm, it could not be stopped.  As its bones popped and stretched into place, the creature opened its mouth. The skin of his face pulled wetly apart to reveal seven rows of teeth that cut just by looking at them. Just like the seven circles of hell in the ice realm where Keilkin and his kind were born. Feeling a knick on her finger Ducky closed her eyes. She needed to stop looking.

The die let out an awful roar that made her shiver and she uttered a silent prayer. She would never get used to that sound. Gun shots were heard but no earthly weapon could pierce the Die's skin. The next sounds she heard were cries, gurgles, bones being broken and the constant spattering of blood.

Then she heard him growl in her direction.
In its rage the Die could not tell the difference between friend and enemy. He shook the ground, unable to jump because of his form but hoping she would fall. She held on. A few minutes later she heard the bones cracking again. He was reverting back into his other form.  Ducky waited until she heard silence, then she opened her eyes.  

Looking around her she saw the room was painted from wall to wall in red blood. There was no sign of any of the men anywhere.

Frowning she jumped down, her feet landing in a spatter.

"You ate them all?" she asked angrily.

The Die burped in response. Sucking her teeth she released the shadow and went back to her things. She dressed, much to the Die's dismay and took a vial for the contract.  Lying it in the blood she waited for it to fill. When it did she ushered that the Die follow her out. 

Right before the door was the demon, cradling the red head like a baby.

"Are you alright my master?" he asked.

"Fine," she said smiling. "Is red alright?"

"Yes, the woman in merely sleeping."

"Fantastic."

With a quick move of her wrist, Ducky slit his throat with a blessed blade.  Wide eyed he withered into ash, flaked landing on the naked woman's bruised body. Kneeling Ducky checked her vitals and made sure she had her eyes and her teeth.  Then she wrapped her cloak around her and placed her on her back. The woman didn't stir. 


Walking through the back she wasn't shocked to see Zoo waiting there.  His gun was pointed at her.

"Where's the vial?"

"We really got to do this right now?" she asked huffing. "I'm kind of busy."

"Yeah, we gotta do this," he said ushering that she put the woman down.

Sighing she laid her to the ground and put the hood over her face. 

"Where's the vial?" Zoo asked again.

"And here I thought you were the good one," Ducky said with a pout. "On my person. Where's Tank?"

"Left with the girls, never came back. Turned off his mike an hour ago."

"I see."

She snickered. Tank was rough, but he would never force a woman. He was also sort of handsome in that "I've been to war, broken my nose a couple times, and I'm three times your size," kind of way. One girl at least would want to show her gratitude. Get nookie when you could was a decent policy when hunters lived solitary lives. At least she and Tank had that in common.

"So," Zoo said, hefting his gun to line up with her forehead. "Are we going to have to do this the hard way?"

"Trying to cut me out of the deal?" Ducky asked casually.

"Trying to make sure you honor it," he corrected, ushering the Die to return to him.

The creature didn't move, accenting it's preference by crawling up her leg and clinging to her back.

"I will honor it," Ducky said firmly.  "I give you my word."

"Great. Hand it over."

"...are you going to turn it in?"

"Of course. Now give it to me."

Staring at Zoo she noticed a slight tremor in his body. His eyes were a bit too focused. He was trying too hard to keep a straight face meaning, Zoo was lying.

"You know I could kill you quite easily, right?" Ducky said grinning. "The only reason I took on this low level pile was to help a very stupid friend of mine. I didn't mind sharing, but now..."

She petted the Die behind her and he smiled, red blood dripping down the side of his mouth.

"Now I'm starting to wonder whether I should share at all."

"Give me the vial!" Zoo demanded extending a hand.

"Or what?"

His lips twitched in worry as she glared at him with otherworldly fury.

"I...I need that money Duck."

"You'll get your cut."

"Last chance."

"You're pathetic."

"...MOR—"

The gun shot whipped through the night like lightning.
Zoo gasped and fell to the side.

"You shouldn't have tried to do that," Ducky chided, putting her gun back in her holster. She shook her finger. "Tsk tsk, you know I'm a dangerous bitch. You wanted me to do all the work along right?"

Zoo gurgled, holding the spot in his chest. Ducky rolled her eyes.

"Oh stop it. You're not dying. You just might want to rest for the next...couple of...just rest. Consider sending out your resume for more docile work."

She whistled to the Die and pointed to Zoo. 

"Go back to your master, Go on."

She would have kept him, but Dies took flesh and blood as its sustenance. She didn't want to have a pet that could potentially munch on company. Or her baby Harold.

The Die purred reluctantly but it eventually obeyed.

"Cheer up," she said to the gloomy creature.  "If he dies you can eat him."

"You're...going to...ugh, leave me like this?" Zoo panted. "What if...the demons come back?"

"Well," she said smirking. "You can always use the Die. Pack rules and all."

"Mor..."

She raised an eyebrow, hoisting the girl on her back.

"Go on say it. I dare you."

There was only one way to kill a Die and Ducky knew how.

Zoo glared at her then laid his head to the side.
They both knew he was too much of a coward.

Laughing, she turned her back on him and gave a jovial wave. The woman draped on her like a child.

"Bye bye Zoo. I'll honor our agreement. The money can go straight to your medical expenses!"

Then she found her bike and sped off. She put the girl on the front and strapped her to handlebars. Ducky needed a hot scalding shower. The blood caked to her feet was freaking her out, but she headed to the Church.  Father was waiting for her with the contract.

Sighing she lifted the girl up and carried her inside the church.  Standard hunter medics greeted her by the door and took the girl from her.

"Make sure she's wiped and returned home," she said firmly. The girl didn't need to remember this.

She placed her down on a cot and her eyes opened in slits.  Ducky frowned as she tried to focus in on her.

"..ah..."

She put a finger on her mouth and closed her eyes.
The woman went back to sleep. Then she went into the church.

Father was waiting, pacing in a pew.  When he saw her he stopped.

"Are you alone?" he asked stoically.  

"Yes."

"Is it now a solo contract?"

"This contract was honored by two others. Zoo and Tank."

"I see." Father produced the scroll and encanted the portal for payment. They poured the blood over the original and another ancient voice rose up and accepted the payment. Sighing heavily she watched the vial burn with relief.

"Rough night?"

She looked up at Father who was attempting to make small talk. She nodded, giving him a smile.

"Nothing a bath and some ice cream won't fix."

"I see..." he said firmly. "Do you...need anything?"

Ducky looked at Father wide eyed. 

"Um...no. I'm fine...thanks."

"You are welcome," he said, stiffly heading back to the altar. "May God be with you."

"You as well father," she said sighing. Then she headed home.   

_______________________________________________

Happy New Year.

-Stubborn Dreamer



Ducky the Demon Hunter!



"What? He was a fire demon. You know how they're always...ya know. The wind was too fast for me to get the ash, so I just picked this up." 

 With my vagina. 

He looked at her unconvinced but somehow was comforted by her half truth. He could tell if she was fully lying. He turned to the contract and spilled the contents onto the paper. The paper absorbed it and paused before a red line went through the red demons' name. 

A deep ancient voice echoed through the parchment. No doubt it was the person whom had struck the hit. 

"Contract honored...by?"

"Ducky, sir."

"Payment will be granted." The paper seemed to hum before the voice asked. "Casualties?"

Ducky blinked. "No, why?"

"Traces of female human in contract tribute."

She could feel Father's holy rage burning holes into her heart. 

She giggled rubbing her head.

"Oh well, they reached the pier before me. There was no human blood on scene. The red demon did threaten me with rape, and he did mention that he had raped others in the past."

The paper hummed as it checked the red demon's file. "...Confirmed," he said at last. "History of nonconsensual intercourse. Contract ended."

The paper shimmered away and Ducky forced herself to look up at Father. He looked at her sternly, still strangely appeased. 

Poor guy, he would hold on hope for just about anything to ignore what was right in front of him. 

"Very well," he finally said. "You have done well."

"Thanks," Ducky said letting out a small relieved sigh. "I'm bushed." She was; demon cock was mighty.

"Good," he said nodding. "But first, let us pray."

She wanted to pray in the comfort of her bed, but knew there was no arguing with him. She, her mother and Father knelt in front of the giant cross that lay against the backdrop of the altar.

"Let us give thanks for your victory and safe return," he said in his lifting spiritual voice.

"Yes Father," she intoned.

Thank you Lord for granting me strength and—"

"Let us pray for your continued success in the future..."

"Okay." Lord, may I have success in—"

"And let us pray for the woman whom was ravaged tonight."

She paused, looking up at Father. 

His eyes were closed and his hands were still folded in prayer, but she could feel the intent of his words. Her mother was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

"Let us pray for this poor, lost troubled woman, whom was subject to virtue-less, unholy carnal desires. So that she may be spared from evils in the future and never become victim again."

"...yes Father."

"Let us pray for her, ten times."

She held back a sigh. 

"...yes father."