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The Holy Virgin Convent

By Victor Ramierez

Chapter 1

Bretal was a low level demon, he found himself too low down the hierarchy of demons to even be allowed to torment the murderers, thew most he was allowed was minor acts of mischief to the world above, by spells and incantations, he certainly wasn�t allowed to go the human world. He watched in envy as other demons, higher up the chain, were allowed to burn the sinners and torment them with mind games and other fun diversions, while he had to make some idiot farmer get lost in the dark or allow the gate to the paddock to open so the sheep would wander out, staggeringly boring stuff like that.

In his current form Bretal was like a dark haired humanoid bull, similar to a Minotaur, only smaller, and with a humanoid face rather than a bovine one. If the Minotaur was the professional bodybuilder version of this form, then he was the semi-pro version, not quite on the same level but pretty impressive nonetheless.

His fur was black, matted across his chest, down his back and outer thighs. It rose up over his neck to cover the top of his head, broken on top of his head by the twin points of his short onyx-like black horns, which looked razor sharp and glistened dangerously in the firelight. His spiked tail hung down to his knees, and flicked back and forth like a cat�s, idly counting off the thoughts playing across his mind.

He pulled a small dagger from the waistband of his ratty old loincloth, which looked like it hadn�t even been made from new fabric but recycled from something which had already been hundreds of years old at the time (now covered in dust, blood, food and who knows what else), it hung around his waist tied with a knot to keep it in place. As he made his way along he stabbed at a morsel of food with his fingernail, which was laid out on a platter in front of some man who was being teased by having the food just out of his reach as he starved for all eternity. Bretal grinned at the hapless man and stuffed the chunk of meat happily into his own mouth, smacking his lips in satisfaction as the man groaned with hunger as he turned and wandered aimlessly across the fields of punishment.

Bretal knew his status was never going to change if left up to the normal flow of things, he would need to do something to rise up the ranks, to please his masters or at least make them notice he existed.

He watched as nearby a serial thief was being whipped again, and as they waited for his skin to grow back before whipping him again, he wondered what he was going to do to change things. A moment later he heard the thief shriek again as they resumed the whipping.

Bretal wandered off into the darkened caverns of the underworld, he knew they would not miss him. He scratched his dark skin and hair as he walked and thought.

In the 3^rd level of the corridor he was wandering in, he noticed a thin line in the wall, a crack of light and of fresh air. He almost choked on the foul stench of flowers; it was springtime out there, he thought in agony.

He knew what this was, a portal to the world above. He debated internally if he should do as he had always been instructed, and go fetch a senior possessor to come and deal with it, or should he take the initiative himself. He knew what would happen if he went through and it went wrong, he would end up even lower down the food chain, if that was possible. No one was around so he knew that this rift opening hadn�t been detected. He looked back and forwards along the corridor one last time and decided it was time to take a chance.

Leaping forwards he tore open the hole like parting a curtain, and sailed on through to the human world. Immediately he was surrounded by light, the smells of sickening things like flowers and incense. He staggered back from the assault on his senses and blinking his eyes he waited for them to adjust to the brightness.

Before him, on his knees praying, was a man, an older man from the look of things.

�You there,� he boomed at the man. �Where is this place?�

�France, my Lord,� squeaked the little man in the French language.

The demon nodded his head, he could speak any language he chose and had already been speaking in French from the moment he had appeared without noticing it.

�Why did you call me forth?� he asked, as the man lifted his face to stare up at the shimmering dark face, the eyes flickering with tiny flames reflecting the power within Bretal.

�I am your humble servant, oh Lucifer,� the man bowed even lower, pressing his nose to the stones of the floor, his hands spread out wide from his body in supplication. �I want to declare my devotion and ask for some of your power to reign over mankind in your name.�

Bretal laughed, he was not Lucifer, and this little creature could not begin to understand the true workings of the underworld, to even know who he really was.

Looking down he saw that he was standing in a circle with a pentagram drawn in it, there were candles burning at the points of the star and he could see a book of incantations laid out on the floor next to the human.

Bretal stepped forwards out of the circle and stood looking at the little man, who was visibly shocked.

�How can you leave the circle?� he was sure he�d done the preparations correctly, the spells should prevent the Devil from leaving the circle.

�You think a mere chalk line on the floor can contain my power?� he asked, bluffing the man. Bretal knew full well that if the man had actually been calling him forth, then he would not have been able to leave the circle, but as he had been calling the name of another, one who would never acknowledge one as lowly as this man, this circle of containment would not work on him.

�What place is this?� Bretal asked, waving his arm around at the stone, windowless room.

�It�s the cellar of the old Church.�

Bretal nodded, he did not care about Churches, and their connections to Godly power meant nothing to him. He knew full well that in this day and age the Church was more corrupt than any organisation he had ever seen, and they would only tidy their act up many years in the future, once the advent of science and technology had come upon them. Here in what the humans called the 18^th century, and here in rural Europe, things took a little longer to progress sometimes. He recognised the man�s garb as that of a priest, and he turned his head to look at him, quizzically.

�Why is a priest trying to call forth a demon�s power?�

�I need it to put things right, the world has been darkened, the Church is darkened, and I can tolerate it no longer.�

�Why don�t you pray to your God then?� he almost laughed at the thought of this.

�Our Lord does not always answer us in the way we would prefer, he allows us to go our own way, even if that way is wrong, or evil.�

�Yes, not as much smiting and 40 day floods any longer, is there?�

�Indeed.�

Bretal allowed his form to change slightly, his height, while smaller by demon standards, was still much taller than the man. He shrank in height and his mass decreased accordingly. He now looked like a large, strong, man, but a man rather than a giant. He had copied the priest and had changed his skin from shimmering black to the pinkish white of the humans, but he had left his shiny black hair in place on his head, suitably shortened.

His little horns and his spiked tail were gone, and his eyes had changed from red to emerald green, and they sparkled with mischief in the light.

Bretal followed the priest as he led him up out of the basement to the door at the rear of the ruined building that opened into an overgrown courtyard.

Bretal lifted his head and sniffed the air, he could smell other humans nearby but he could not see where they were.

�This church is abandoned?� he looked around seeing grass and weeds everywhere, and looking back at the church building he could see that the ornate stained glass windows had been removed.

�Yes many of the people of these parts have moved on. Up here in the mountains there is not much work, a lot of the farmers have moved to the city.�

Bretal stepped out onto the grass, he felt the grass beneath his feet as it withered and died from his touch. Realising what had happened, he drew his power inwards and then took another step, finding that the grass remained green and springy beneath his naked feet.

�Grass?� he said in wonder, stretching and wiggling his toes, enjoying the sensation.

�So tell me where you preach then?� he asked the anxious priest, who stood next to the near naked, muscular man.

�We should really get you some clothes,� he nodded to himself. �I attend service up there at the convent of Our Blessed Virgin,� he pointed further up the mountain at an old stone building which looked like a fortress hanging onto the edge of a sheer cliff.

Bretal tried not to laugh at the name, but snorted somewhat at the priest.

�The people from the village and the farmers come to attend service up there at the chapel, and I attend the sick and elderly in their houses below.�

Bretal looked down and could see the rooftops of the scattered houses down below in the village and looking around in the distance he could see farm buildings and houses.

�Here you are,� said the priest as he hustled back from an old storage shed carrying the old musty brown robes of a monk.

Bretal looked down at his simple loincloth and realised that he was underdressed.

With a flick of his hand he expelled the smelly monk�s rags out over the edge of the mountain to let them flutter down in the wind to the houses below, and then appeared before the priest wearing identical robes to the ones that he was wearing.

�What is your name priest?�

�I am Father Antonio, sent from Rome to serve here at the convent.�

�Then who am I?� Bretal asked, giving the human a subtle push with his mind, the human now thought it was a good idea to take the demon along with him.

�We�ll say you�re Father Francisco, you can be a special emissary from Rome, they will not question that.�

�It is agreed then,� nodded Bretal. He grinned, there was sure to be plenty of mischief he could cause here to get some points on his scorecard and climb up the ladder of the underworld.

He promptly followed the man up the winding path to the convent above them.

As he walked he probed the priest�s mind, he could see all of what the old man had seen going on in the world, the corruption and the unrest, the poverty and sickness. Bretal was quite enjoying the imagery when he saw the tale take a different path, somehow Antonio had come into some knowledge and then had found this book in the possession of another who had tried to call forth power from the underworld. It had worked out very badly for that one, and they had been totally consumed by the fire from the underworld. The whole building burned for days before the people could extinguish the fire. The priest attended the scene to counsel the family, and during his investigations he found the book, undamaged in the section of the building which was untouched by the fire, almost like the fire had radiated out from that spot and had not burned the book at all.

Bretal could feel the power in the book, the spirit of a fellow demon inhabited it, was trapped inside it, and the book influenced whomever possessed it. He could sense its influence over the priest, and so the priest had secretly taken the book from the burned ruins and had said nothing of it to anyone.

He saw that the priest had been consumed by curiosity and had begun to read the book, slowly translating the pages and only then, realised what it was. Once he had enough knowledge of the book, Antonio thought that he saw a way he could seize some power to fix the ills of the world. Antonio thought it was only just and fitting that this power for change should come from those who revelled in chaos and death. Bretal smiled, foolish mortal, there was no way he could control the power of the underworld. Bretal almost laughed to himself, knowing that this would end for Antonio in a way that was no better for him than it had for the last man that had possessed that book.

The Father opened the wooden door into the courtyard of the Convent. He reached up and grabbed hold of the rope that hung down inside the thick stonewalls and pulled on it. Above them a bell rang, calling everyone in the convent out to see what was happening.

After several moments one final nun ran in behind them from outside the walls, closing and locking the wooden gates behind her, she ran to stand with the other nuns and promptly vanished amongst their number.

Bretal looked around, he could smell their scent on the air and it made him want to simply devour them all, these sweet little pink human females, so very innocent and so very tasty.

�Sisters, we have an honoured guest,� he pointed to Bretal standing alongside him. �This is Father Francisco and he is a special emissary from Rome, he will be staying with us for� a few days,� the priest was unsure, as he hadn�t actually established with his guest what it intended to do while it was free here on Earth.

�Hello Father,� all the nuns dipped their heads deferentially to him, and kept their eyes looking down at the ground.

�Thank you sisters, I look forward to making your acquaintances,� he grinned, an evil grin, and watched them all run back to their afternoon duties as Father Antonio sent them on their way.

�Show me to my room then,� he smiled at the priest.

�What do you intend to do here? When do I receive my reward?� asked the priest.

�I intend to further our cause here on this world. You will have no reward yet, it awaits you in the hereafter,� he chuckled and looked at the priest.

�No, I need power now! I need to fix things here, fix things in Rome.�

Bretal jumped to his feet and glared at the priest, his eyes turning red with rage.

�You presume to dictate to me? You have no power over me priest, your spell did not work, remember that.�

Father Antonio backed away, finally realising what he had done, he had no control at all over this creature.

�I am sorry, I did not mean to presume,� he bowed humbly.

�That is better,� Bretal felt the rage subsiding slightly, and mentally ticked off another point on his scorecard. He had a priest under his thumb now, who knew how far this could go!

Bretal was enjoying this charade, he moved around the convent, usually with the priest not far behind him, desperate to keep an eye on his every move.

The priest was terrified of what could happen next and was shocked at how easily he had been seduced into allowing this serpent into the bosom of the convent, now he had placed all the sisters and the other staff in danger.

Bretal wandered around, speaking pleasantries to the nuns, he enjoyed feeling the aromas of their bodies flowing around and washing over him, they were intoxicating to a demon. Human female flesh was coveted by any demon worth his salt, and here at his fingertips he had twenty virgins, as well as Mother Superior and a few serving wenches too.

There was also an old stable hand that worked here, looking over at the grizzled old man, Bretal could see in his mind that he was here serving a penance of his own making.

Bretal wandered over to the man, who was shovelling the hay into the stables for the two horses the convent owned. It was almost time to lock them away for the night and he needed to finish preparing their stalls.

Bretal flicked his wrist, issuing a silent command, and immediately Mother Superior ran over to speak to Father Antonio about some imagined concern he had just planted in her head, distracting the priest away from him.

�I know what you are Marcel,� said the demon ominously to the stable hand.

�Your Excellency?� he asked, somewhat taken aback.

�I can see your sins; they are like a stain on your soul. Thief, pickpocket�� he ticked them off one by one, giving the man a little flick on the chest with his finger at the uttering of each charge, and Marcel cringed as each word was uttered. �Oh and let�s not forget� murderer! Very nice indeed,� he grinned as he walked around behind the smelly peasant.

�This will not save you,� he said pointing around at the convent walls. �I know what waits for you in the pits of damnation,� he hissed in the man�s ear like a snake.

�No my Lord, please save me,� he dropped to his knees and held his head in his hands.

�You have only one course of action now,� he stared into the man�s eyes and his own eyes turned red, flashing with power. �Serve me and I will save you from the pit,� he lied, with a friendly smile. He touched his finger to the man�s forehead and immediately Marcel knew that helping the new Father was the right thing, he would follow his every command with full obedience and every bit of ingenuity at his command.

�Yes Father, I will serve you,� he nodded and felt a sharp pain at the back of his head as the priest grabbed hold of his head and pulled it forwards to kiss him on top of his head as he had seen human priests do to end a blessing. If any of the sisters had noticed, they would think nothing of it.

Bretal moved away from Marcel as Father Antonio ran up to him again, having freed himself from Mother Superior.

Marcel reached back to feel his head and on the back of his neck he could feel a wound, it felt the way a fresh burn felt, pain radiating out from it, throbbing. He walked into the stable to get some water to try and cool it down, and vanished from sight.

Bretal sat next to Father Antonio at the dining room table. Their meal was simple, bread, cheese and broth. Antonio stood and gave the blessing, he welcomed their new guest and he congratulated the two new noviates on completing their first month with them. Bretal looked up and stared hungrily at the two younger nuns sitting at the end of the table. They didn�t know why but they shivered slightly as they met his powerful gaze, and smiled awkwardly back at him.

They all quietly ate their food, a necessity before they could return to their duties for the evening. Bretal ate his happily, enjoying the sensation of eating a whole meal, which was not necessary where he came from, food was something they used to torment the damned, not something they required. He enjoyed the quiet as well; this was also unusual where he came from, the air was always filled with the screams of the tormented, but here there were only the subtle noises of utensils and food being chewed.

Marcel became Bretal�s assistant and errand boy. The old man would flit back and forth collecting books from the office, food, and any other items from the convent he wanted to study.

On the third night of his visit, Marcel ushered the Mother Superior into Bretal�s room.

Mother Superior was an older woman, probably somewhere in her fifties, and Bretal found her scent different to the others. He decided that it was because she was not as young and innocent as the others, most of whom were in their twenties, apart from the two eighteen year old noviates who had just joined the sisterhood.

�I am undecided about your role here,� Bretal said suddenly to her as she stood waiting to find out why she had been summoned.

�Father?� she had no idea what was going on.

�I have looked around and the other sisters here are young fresh meat, whereas you are withered and old,� he said cruelly as he stroked his finger along the line of her habit, down her face, knocking her glasses off.

�Please Father! I am needed here, to guide the sisters,� she begged, unsure of what he was likely to do with her if he deemed that she was surplus to requirements, she might be sent back home, or worse, back to Rome where she could do no further good.

�What should I do with you?� he asked as he suddenly took hold of her by the throat and lifted her off the ground, idly walking towards the open window.

She gasped as he was slowly choking her, cutting off her air, and she thrashed and kicked, clawing at the immensely strong hand that held her.

�Marcel,� she managed to shriek, as the man stood and calmly watched her being choked.

The door burst open and Father Antonio thundered into the room, holding the ancient book of incantations. He was reading a verse from it and immediately Bretal dropped to his knees as if in pain, he still managed to hold onto the nun but was no longer choking her.

�You have been here long enough beast; it is time to go before you unleash your foul ways on these people.�

Antonio pressed forwards, again reading the spell to return the demon to whence he came.

Then he paused, he realised he did not know the demon�s name and he needed that to direct the beast to go.

�Tell me your name!� he demanded, going for broke.

Bretal laughed and like a cobra his other hand shot out and grabbed hold of the priest by the throat.

�I was wondering when you�d realise that you couldn�t complete it, I am not the one you intended to call am I?� he laughed as he stood up, towering above them both. �You don�t have my name, names are powerful and I do not throw mine around so easily, Antonio,� he laughed, and the book burst into flames in Antonio�s hands. He dropped it, burning his fingers, and watched in horror as it was reduced to ash. With a screeching wail the spirit within the book was freed and flew around the room like a tornado, throwing items from the shelves and pictures off the wall. Bretal grinned as he watched the chaos, and then he directed the spirit to the open window.

�Go, find someone to possess and enjoy your time here,� he chuckled, then with a rush almost like a vacuum, the spirit was sucked out of the room into the world beyond to find a host. Bretal turned and glared at the priest.

�Fool, did you really think you could control such power, one as weak as you?� he watched as the Father struggled to speak so he tightened his grip.

�Mother Superior,� Bretal said in an almost sing song voice. �I have decided what to do with you,� he held her up to his face as he forced the priest down to his knees with his other hand.

�The Father here is going to sacrifice himself so that you may live, and grant you your youth back.�

�No,� she gasped as he released his grip slightly.

�You could at least thank him before he dies,� the demon taunted as he began to really squeeze the throat of the struggling man. The nun watched in horror as she could see her old friend withering away before her eyes, the life draining from his body into the demon, then with one final snort, the beast released Antonio�s dry, lifeless husk and let it fall to the floor. Then with a flourish he placed her gently on her feet and stood back.

Immediately she realised something was different, she could see properly without her glasses.

�What?� she asked, looking around confused as to what had happened to her.

The demon grabbed her shoulders and directed her towards a mirror; he looked at himself briefly, hissed and stepped back out of sight.

�Do you not see what the good Father has done for you?� he asked.

Yes she could see it, it was literally staring her in the face. Her youth had returned to her, the lines on her face were gone; her eyes were clear and bright. She looked at her hands and could see that the old woman�s hands were gone, the age spots and leathery skin had vanished and she saw a young woman�s hands again. She imagined that if she removed her habit, she would find blonde hair on her head again, instead of the grey hair she had acquired due to the passing of time.

�The Father has given of himself, to return the spark of youth to you. I have made it so,� and very casually, he lifted the weightless dried husk that had once been Antonio, and dropped it out the window where it fell into the treetops below. It would not even provide a meal for the carrion birds, but he could feel his scorecard�s points increasing, corruption of, and then the death of a priest were worth a lot in the eyes of his superiors.

She turned back from the mirror to face him, and he smiled at her.

�Yes very nice, although�� he pointed at her chest, and suddenly she felt her breasts become larger and heavier beneath her robes. �Yes, bigger is better. Consider it a little gift for you, my dear Mother Superior.�

With a flick of his wrist she felt herself slide across the floor towards the bed, like she was on ice skates. She hit the side of the bed with her shins and fell face first onto the bed, her feet still firmly anchored to the floor.

�What is going on?� she wailed at him.

�Quiet my dear, you don�t want the sisters to hear and barge in, now that would be a shame� for them,� he hissed, the threat unmistakeable.

Like a flag on a windy day she felt her robes bellow with wind and flip up to reveal her naked buttocks.

Immediately he was behind her, and she flinched as she felt his touch against her naked skin. He traced the line of her arse cheek up from her thigh to her lower back, enjoying the way her skin flinched and reacted to his touch.

�Are you a blessed virgin too?� he asked her, pressing his head down on the bed near her mouth, enjoying the look of terror on her face.

�Yes,� she hissed, unable to understand what force was holding her bent in half like this, when he was not touching her. Surely this was more of his witchcraft.

�That�s lovely, Mother Superior,� he moved up alongside her on the bed, grabbed her head and held it as he kissed her deeply on the mouth. She felt his tongue force its way into her mouth and begin to play around her own tongue, and for some reason she responded.

�I think it�s time for some changes around here,� he said as he stood up and began to pace slowly back and forth. �Now all of you sisters are married to Christ, are you not?�

She was stunned and answered simply, �Yes.�

�I am a priest, here on his behalf. So, as your husband�s proxy�� he wandered back behind her, where she could no longer see what he was doing. She could hear his robes rustling about and heard them fall to the ground behind him.

She heard him spit and then felt the wetness of his saliva on her private opening. A moment later she felt something touching her sensitive flesh, her outer lips.

�I claim his conjugal rights,� and with a thrust forwards the tip of his large cock slid between her blonde haired lips and into her untouched pussy.

�No!� she gasped; dumbfounded that she was being violated like this. However, her mind couldn�t dispute what he had said, every husband had his conjugal rights and she was indeed married to the Lord. She was so confused, she had always believed that she was meant to keep herself pure, and now she was being told otherwise.

She felt his cock press against her hymen and a second later, with a sharp pain which caused her to gasp and cry out slightly, he had broken through it and was sliding deeper into her.

She sobbed lightly, her mind racing with conflicting emotions as she felt her innards being forced apart by this man�s cock, which he claimed was acting on behalf of the Lord�s.

Bretal enjoyed every second of this, he had heard how fucking humans was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and this was his first time loose on Earth. He had often been given the task of tormenting guilty women, whose punishment was pack rape. So he and many other demons, often hundreds at a time, would abuse their �bodies� but he had never had the sweetness of a real live human woman on his cock.

�Wow,� he slid his cock further in and drank in her confusion and despair. Enjoying the sensation of his cock going in and out of her, her muscles tickling his every inch as it invaded her untouched pussy.

�Father please, stop,� she begged, unable to take the pleasure any longer. She was about to come from both his physical and, unbeknownst to her, mental stimulation.

�No,� he said like a spoiled brat. �I shan�t,� he grinned and continued to thrust into her, reaching down to tickle her clit with his fingers as he held her hips with the other hand.

�No!� she squealed as she came, burying her face in the bed to try and muffle her cries of ecstasy.

�Oh and that�s just the first one,� he laughed. �I�m going to make you come all night, my sweet.�

He slid the length of his cock back into her deeply, and began to shoot his demonic cum into her, flooding her womb and her cunt with his warm sticky, yellow cum.

�No! You have soiled me as well. What will become of a pregnant nun?� she wailed in despair.

�Oh you�ll be pregnant all right, when we shoot, we never miss the egg,� he laughed as she sobbed some more.

He slid his still erect cock out of her pussy, and with a wet splat on the floor, a spurt of his cum slid of her defiled pussy.

He grabbed her and lifted her up onto all fours on the bed.

�What?� she asked, unsure of what was happening now.

�I am just getting started,� he laughed and pressed his wet cock against her arsehole.

With a grunt he shoved forwards and pressed his cock into her defenceless arse.

�Dear God, NO!� she screeched as she felt her arse resiting the large cock as it slowly invaded her backside.

�Remember your sisters,� he warned, so she bit her lip and tried to keep the noise down.

He loved the feel of her arse muscle trying to force him out, she grunted and hissed in pain as he forced his large weapon into her.

He hammered his cock in and out of her arse, stimulating her mind all the while so that she was getting off on the pain he was causing her.

His cock was sensitive and he could feel the orgasm building inside him again. He loved it all and couldn�t wait for more.

He began to spank her white arse as he plunged his cock in, and she squealed in pain and pleasure.

With a deep thrust he emptied his balls again, flooding her arse with his sperm, and with a quick tug, his cock slid right out of her, allowing more of his cum to spurt out of her before her arse closed again.

With a roar of lust, he flipped her over onto her back, his fingers became as claws and with a swift strike he tore her habit right down the front to expose her naked body beneath. He pulled the shredded fabric open, enjoying the sight of her naked breasts and pussy.

He leapt forwards, pointing his still erect cock at her mouth, and after stimulating her mind again, she opened her mouth to receive it.

�Yes, that�s it Mother Superior. Take my filthy big cock, still slick with your arse juices; suck it into your mouth,� he groaned as she worked him over with her tongue.

She couldn�t answer him, but knew the reality was that for some sick reason, she did love this.

A moment later he pulled his cock out of her mouth and slid down a little to straddle her middle, quickly he pressed her tits together and began to slide his cock in between them, forcing her to give him a titty fuck as well.

�You horny little bitch, you love all of this don�t you?� he hissed at her.

She shook her head. �No, stop it,� she wished this were her true feelings.

�When you lie to me it�s a sin, and I can taste the sin on you,� he hissed and licked his tongue up over her nipple, up her throat and again forced it into her mouth to kiss her again.

�Suck me, dirty girl,� he hissed as he pulled her head forwards so his cock head would emerge from the valley of her tits and then slide into her waiting mouth.

�Yes that�s right, suck the tip and get ready for my load,� he grinned at her.

A moment later his next steaming load of cum shot out of his cock into her mouth, she felt it filling her mouth, before sliding down her throat like porridge, the salty taste of it flooding her senses.

He knew he had her now, like a magic potion, once human women tasted demon cum they all became sex slaves, she was now at his beck and call.

She sucked his cock clean and with a wet pop his cock emerged from her mouth.

He slid down to the end of the bed, lying on top of her, enjoying the feel of her erect nipples pressing into his chest.

�I have so many centuries of pent up frustration to relieve, you�re a lucky girl Mother Superior, I can go all night long,� he chuckled as he slid his still erect cock into her pussy again, missionary style this time.

Marcel stood in the corner watching as his new master ravaged Mother Superior. He enjoyed the show, and sat down in the little chair in the corner.

Perhaps at some point he might reap some benefits from this arrangement he thought, admiring her new bouncy tits lustfully.

�No, you won�t,� said Bretal, looking back over his shoulder, reading the man�s mind, and then looked back down at the woman squirming beneath him as he continued to fuck her. �They�re all mine, and it�s going to be fun,� he grinned down at her.

Chapter 2

Bretal sat at the end of the large room, he had re-arranged the furniture and he now had a chair set against the rear wall like a throne. Mother Superior stood to one side of him and Marcel was his manservant, standing nearby at his beck and call.

Mother Superior had called all the ,uns together and they were all now assembled before Bretal�s throne.

He stood up and smiled warmly at the women, who all looked confused.

�As you may have noticed there have been some changes,� he waved his hand vaguely around the room.

�Father Antonio was recalled to Rome, which is why they sent me out to take his place. He had to leave immediately which is why there was no time for goodbyes,� he looked around the room, as the murmur of conversation ran around between them all.

�Now I bring a new message from the Holy See, and some new teachings,� he nodded solemnly. �We have been having immediate results, and as you can see,� he gestured to the rejuvenated Mother Superior. �I have already begun to preach to the Mother Superior and she is enjoying the benefits of this new gospel.�

Mother Superior smiled and the Nuns murmured in shock, when they recognised that the young woman before them was indeed their friend.

�Now, as I don�t know you all yet, I will be sending Marcel to fetch you one by one, to come to my room so I can have a talk in private and learn more about you, how I can help each one of you personally� he sat back on his throne, and smiled in a fatherly sort of way. �I�d like to get to know all of you� intimately.�

�Marcel!� yelled Bretal from his room. Marcel opened the door and looked inside. Bretal was on the bed with his raging erection buried deep inside another one of the nun�s cunts. He liked seeing these high and mighty nuns brought down a peg or two, and this was the fifth one today. She was gurgling incoherently on the bed, he could see the master�s cum leaking from her no-longer-virginal cunt, and he was sure that like all the others, it would be leaking from her arse, and she would have been gargling it too.

�This one is broken too,� he pushed her off the bed as he slid his cock out of her. She fell with a hard thud onto the floor and groaned. Marcel grabbed her up off the floor and helped her to walk very gingerly out of the room, groping her breast as he held her to his body to carry her.

�Back to your room sister,� Bretal yelled at her naked back as they disappeared out the door. �I will call on you again later for more holy study.�

Marcel helped her back to her room, where three other semi-clothed nuns also lay on their beds groaning with multiple loads of demon sperm in and on their bodies.

�Marcel, bring the Mother Superior to me,� he instructed as he laid back on his bed, erect cock pointing at the ceiling. He could feel his strength growing, de-virginising nuns at this rate was gaining him some serious points on his scorecard at home. He would gain some power and prestige now, and he could feel the benefits starting to flow on to him in the mortal realm too.

Mother Superior walked into the room and with a squeal of joy she ran over to the bed, and promptly hiked up her habit and sank her pussy down onto the erect cock before her.

�Good afternoon Mother Superior,� he grinned as she began to work herself to orgasm on his cock. He lay there, enjoying watching her ride his cock and as she orgasmed, he flooded her pussy with his cum one more time, just for good measure.

He pulled her off his cock, and let her slide to the floor alongside his bed.

�I am getting a little bit bored of fucking nun after nun, I want something different. Bring me the two noviates,� he grinned.

Mother Superior grinned back evilly as she stood and turned to head for the door to go and collect them.

�Bring back one of my other new converts too, you may need some assistance,� he grinned, thinking up some fun for the trainee nuns.

Marie and Sophie were unsure of what was going on, they were relatively new to the convent and had only been here for a few weeks under the guidance of Father Antonio. They had seen one nun after another go into the new Father�s chamber and then when they left his quarters they had all then retreated to their quarters for contemplation, and has stayed there for days in some cases.

The two noviates were sitting, practising their needlework when Mother Superior and Sister Rosa came and collected them.

�Father Francisco would like to see you, he has some guidance for you both,� she smiled in a motherly way and directed the two young apprentices to stand and leave their sewing for the moment.

The two young women dressed in their all white uniforms, followed the two older Sisters towards the rooms occupied by the priest.

�Here we are,� smiled the Mother Superior as she opened the door and ushered them inside.

Sophie knelt in the corner praying for Marie and for herself as the Father was doing his best to drive the sin from their bodies. He was working on Marie first.

Bretal looked on in pleasure as Mother Superior and Sister Rosa took turns at lashing the young woman�s buttocks as she thrashed around on the bed. They swung the leather strap with single-minded determination, following his orders implicitly.

Bretal enjoyed the sight of the firm young arse turning red as the belt slapped against it again and again.

�Enough,� he said, his cock threatening to burst. The girl was panting in pain as the two women ceased their punishment.

Bretal was sitting in a simple wooden chair nearby, with no arms. He spread his legs wide and lifted up his robes, revealing his large cock from underneath the tent it was making of his clothes.

�Bring her here and let my divine rod drive the sin from her,� he pointed at his throbbing cock.

The two nuns grabbed hold of her and ushered her over to the chair where Bretal was sitting.

Mother Superior quickly undid the ties at the back of Marie�s neck and allowed her robes to fall to the floor, leaving her headwear as her only clothing.

The young woman was unsure of what was going on, this was an assault on her senses and her beliefs. She had always thought she was meant to stay virtuous, and yet here the direct emissary from Rome was about to take her virtue away, with the help of her superiors.

Before she could think any longer, the two nuns lifted her up into the air, grabbing a shoulder and a leg each, they hoisted her up over Bretal�s cock.

�Sophie get over here and help,� ordered Mother Superior.

Sophie turned to look at the scene, and was stunned. She also did not know what to make of this.

�I won�t ask you again,� Mother Superior said threateningly.

Sophie got up off the prayer cushion and walked over with a questioning look on her face.

�When we lower Marie down onto the Father�s manhood, we need you to open Marie up and guide it in.

The three of them enjoyed the look on her face, as they made her assist in the defilement of her fellow noviate.

She looked from one to the next, almost waiting for them to tell her this was some kind of test and she didn�t have to do it, but no such admission came.

Sister Rosa glared at her and she realised she�d better get moving. Reluctantly she held out her hand to touch Marie�s pussy lips, while the nuns were holding her in the air above the erect cock.

�Hurry up girl, spread those lips apart,� ordered Mother Superior.

Sophie gently spread the lips apart with her fingers, revealing the pink flesh between the blonde haired bush.

The women were starting to get tried from holding Marie in place and were anxious to get started.

�As we lower her down, make sure the Father�s member goes inside her,� Mother Superior glared at her.

�Yes, Mother Superior,� nodded Sophie.

Marie gasped as Sophie moved her hand around, grazing over the top of her little clit.

�Please Mother Superior, Father! Please don�t do this,� begged Marie as the nuns began to lower the struggling woman down towards the rock hard cock waiting to force its way inside her.

�Hush girl, don�t be so silly,� scolded Mother Superior. �You are receiving a gift from the Father here, from the Lord himself, and you fight against it? You ungrateful little wretch!�

Marie sobbed as she felt the tip of Bretal�s cock touch her lips, and as Sophie spread them apart she felt the head of it move inside her innocent flesh. The nuns continued to lower her down onto it, the relentless slide continued as it slowly pressed its way up inside her. After only a few seconds she felt the head of it pressing against something inside her, and it stopped the passage of the cock.

�There it is Sisters,� he hissed as he felt his cock hit against her hymen. �Now get ready, I�ll brace myself and then when I give you the word, press down on her, we need to force our way past her virginity,� he instructed, both women nodded.

Bretal loved this, virgin after virgin impaled on his cock, all that precious virgin blood was worth a lot of credit at home, and it could be used for magical energy here on earth.

He moved his hips from left to right, allowing his cock to wiggle around inside her, and he grinned an evil grin.

�Now!�

With a quick shove, both nuns pressed down on Marie�s shoulders and with a shriek she felt his cock burst through the barrier and slide deeper inside her. The nuns continued to press down until her thighs were pressed against Father Francisco�s. She could feel the hair on his scrotum as it tickled the underside of her thighs too, his member was all the way inside her and the sensation was something she had never dreamed of. The pain, the sense of fullness within her loins, the sense that something that had been missing was now complete, all washed over her. And she was terrified by it all.

�That�s it ladies, all the way down,� he nodded in satisfaction. �Now she can ride it,� he instructed.

The nuns immediately slid her back up almost all the way before sliding her back down onto his cock again. They continued this, making Marie fuck him whether she liked it or not. Up and down she went, feeling strange sensations building inside her.

�Don�t just stand there gawping Sophie,� hissed Mother Superior. �Rub her little button.�

Sophie again reached out and began to rub her fingers back and forth, over and around Marie�s clit.

This hit Marie like a bolt of lightning, her head arched back and her tongue reached for the sky, the sensation was incredible.

�Yes that�s it, now take my tongue,� hissed Bretal as he turned Marie�s head towards him and slid his impossibly long tongue into her mouth, kissing and tonguing her lips.

Sophie was mortified by this scene of debauchery, but dared not stop manipulating Marie�s clit.

�Please,� whispered Marie as she felt her orgasm approaching, unsure of what to do next. She knew this was wrong, but she couldn�t get them to stop either, she was powerless.

�That�s it my little delight, now take my seed,� hissed Bretal as he grabbed her hips and held them down against himself, the nuns stopped lifting her and she felt the hot cum splattering out of his cock into her depths.

Mother Superior and Sister Rosa looked lustfully at each other, grinning as they bent forwards and kissed each other deeply on the mouth. Mother Superior began to grope Rosa�s tits through her robes; they were nice and big now too, thanks to Bretal�s magic.

�Lovely, wasn�t it my dear,� grinned Bretal as he allowed the seemingly lifeless sack that was Marie to slump onto the ground off his lap, with Sophie rushing forwards to help her friend. He had just converted another one and he felt his powers increase again, much to his delight.

Sister Rosa immediately dropped to the floor between the abused woman�s thighs and pressed her mouth firmly against the abused little cunt. She sucked at the pussy and with her tongue she delved into the depths, doing her best to scoop out as much of Bretal�s sperm as possible. A moment later she rose and bent forwards to press her lips against Marie�s. Marie was dazed and felt her mouth being forced open, then the nun�s tongue started pressing the salty come into her mouth, filling her senses with its ungodly scent and taste, the gooey sperm filled her mouth to overflowing and drenched her tastebuds. Rosa sat back smiling, and watched as after a moment Marie began to swallow, the demon�s magic was working on this one too. She was now his insatiable sex slave like the rest of the nuns that he had converted already. Bretal smiled as he saw this and nodded his appreciation to Rosa.

He looked down at Marie, lying on the floor with a dazed lustful look on her face, he admired her firm white breasts as they shone with a light sheen of perspiration..

�Nice, very nice. Still, needs to be bigger,� he pointed at her tits and immediately they grew from an a-cup to a d-cup, expanding as though some unseen force was inflating them before everyone�s eyes.

Sophie jumped back in shock, she had just witnessed her friend�s breast enlargement, an impossible feat, and she had just seen it happen before her very eyes, she was aghast. She did not know what to do; it was witchcraft or something worse.

Bretal slid off the chair and pressed his cheek against Sophie�s, as the girl looked around the room like a terrified mouse caught in a trap.

�It�s ok my little one,� he hissed pleasantly into her ear. �It will be alright, don�t you worry about anything.�

He lay back on the ground, again exposing his erect cock and snapped his fingers.

Before Sophie could react she felt the two women grab hold of her and lift her off the floor, and a moment later she felt her spread legs being lowered over the top of the priest�s cock.

She gave a squeak of pain as she felt the large head force its way between her lips, and she looked down at the evil, lustful looking face before her, sure that she had seen a flash of red in his eyes. She knew something wrong was going on here, but how could she hope to stop it.

The nuns let go of her and she was impaled by her own weight on the cock, and there she sat, not wanting to move in case it moved any further inside her.

�Do you feel that my dear,� he looked up at her, reaching up to grab hold of her tits through the fabric of her robes.

A moment later the robes were gone as the nuns pulled them off over her head.

Her c-cup tits jiggled nicely as the nuns tormented her, slapping and pinching her to get her to move on his cock.

�What lovely tits you have,� he hissed as he cupped them in his hands, and as his flesh touched hers she began to feel her breasts tingle and then become heavier.

Staring down she watched as her tits grew in his hands, before becoming almost as large as melons, e-cups at the very least.

�Oh Lord, what have they done to me!� she shrieked looking down at the massive mammaries now hanging off her chest.

�Hush girl, be grateful for the gift,� said Mother Superior as she gave the nearest tit a hard slap.

With a sudden shove Sophie was forced forwards, pressing her tits into the fabric of the priest�s robes as she lay against his chest. She felt his cock move slightly inside her as she was forced forwards, and it slipped inside her a little further until she felt it pressing against her virginity, she tightened her muscles even more, trying to hold the cock in place and prevent any further access.

�Please no more,� she begged as she pressed her face into his chest. �You have made me into this freak, don�t take my virtue as well.�

�Stop that whining girl,� ordered Mother Superior cruelly as she moved forwards and placed her foot against the noviate�s buttocks. Then with a long hard shove she pressed down forcing the girl�s hips down further onto the cock.

�No!� shrieked Sophie as she felt the cock slowly stretch her wide, moment after moment of nothing but downward force, and then with a sudden snap of pain, she felt her hymen give way and the cock was being forced deeper inside her.

�Now isn�t that better dear,� hissed Mother Superior as she grabbed Sophie�s head and pulled it back to hiss in her ear.

Holding her head back she kissed the apprentice deeply on the lips.

Sister Rosa stood nearby, lust written on her face as she fondled her own pussy through her habit, watching the noviate astride the priest as he started to fuck her for the first time in her life.

�Are you ready Maria?� asked Mother Superior.

�Yes,� came the strong reply from behind Sophie.

Sophie snapped her head around to see what had happened to her friend, she was awake and doing something.

To her horror she saw her friend standing behind her fastening the straps up on some kind of carved, wooden, artificial manhood. Sophie couldn�t believe what she was seeing. Her friend, who moments earlier had been raped and had her virginity stolen from her, was now standing there with this man�s juices running down her thighs, wearing a large artificial penis, and she had the same dangerous look in her eyes as the others in the room.

Sister Rosa grabbed Sophie by the neck and forced her down onto the priest�s chest again, and held her in place as the priest continued to move his cock in and out of her. A moment later Sophie felt her buttocks being spread apart, revealing the lewd scene of the priest�s cock invading her most private parts.

�No, don�t do that,� she begged.

Sophie couldn�t comprehend what was to come next.

She felt something moving between the cheeks of her arse and then a moment later the pain hit her as Marie began to force the wooden cock into her arse. It had been coated in grease from the cooking fire so they wouldn�t completely tear her apart, but it was thick and nature never intended for it to be inside the young woman�s arsehole.

Sophie tried to sit up but was held in place, she felt the laughter rising from the man�s chest as she stared up at him, shrieking in pain as her friend forced the wooden monstrosity into her poor little arsehole.

Marie could feel her lust building, almost like the wooden cock was attached and part of her. She pressed forwards with her hips watching as the intricately carved wooden phallus spread apart the nether hole of her friend, and she loved every second of it. Her clit was tingling now; her pussy was dripping with both Bretal�s cum and her own juices. She found that as she fucked Sophie with the device, she could rub herself on the end of it and it was turning her on more and more.

�That�s it, fuck her you naughty girl!� ordered Mother Superior, as she gave Marie a good hard slap on her naked butt cheek.

Bretal could feel the tears of pain and shame soaking his robes as Sophie sobbed, she was having both of her holes violated.

�So sweet,� he whispered in ecstasy, and enjoyed licking the tears off her cheeks as they rolled down. �Are you ready for it?� he asked her as he fucked in and out of her, gaining speed.

�Here comes your child,� he hissed as he grabbed her arsecheeks and held them down to keep her pussy hard against him, digging his nails into her bouncy butt flesh. As she thrashed about while Marie continued to fuck her arse, she felt Bretal�s cum flooding out into her pussy.

�No, I�m ruined,� she sobbed and let her head rest limply on his chest.

Marie was so turned on by this that she slammed her wooden cock in as far as it would go, pressing her clit against it as hard as she could, to trigger her own orgasm. After a moment she pulled the wooden dildo out of her friend�s arsehole and then stood back with the nuns who had watched from nearby.

�You are not ruined,� Bretal laughed as he shoved the sobbing woman off his lap, and she laid facedown in a heap along side him, the cold floor pressing into her naked chest and face. �We�re just getting started,� he laughed as he rolled over on top of her back and in one quick movement he slid his still erect cock into her abused arsehole. �That hits the spot doesn�t it?� he giggled.

Chapter 3

�We need to go and attend to the villagers my Lord,� bowed Mother Superior. �If we do not, they will become suspicious. We are due to visit them today.�

Bretal sat on his �throne� in the dining hall and looked up at her out of the corner of his eye. She remained suspended in her bow, bent low with her naked tits almost touching the floor. He felt a twitch in his cock, and grinned at her, he had been bored this morning so perhaps this could offer new entertainment.

�Alright then,� he climbed from his chair and a fresh set of clean robes appeared to cover his naked body, then with a wave of his hand the Nun found her clothes similarly renewed. �Take me to this village, perhaps there will be diversions to be had there.�

Bretal walked down the main, muddy street of the village, as people emerged from old wrecks of houses to greet them.

�The public house my Lord, that�s where we meet them,� she pointed at the only large building in the entire village, the Pub.

Bretal knew what this was at once, an alehouse, and he nodded his approval.

�Good, I shall quench my thirst,� he smiled as his acolytes followed him, spreading the word of a new priest from Rome with new ways and new knowledge to help fix all their ills.

Bretal sat, a large tankard of ale in front of him, and he drank from it as person after person attended his table, placed their donation in the collection box and told him their petty human woes. He knew better than to reveal his magic, he would be the laughing stock of the underworld if he were returned home due to the indignity of being burnt at the stake as a witch. Instead he would place his hands upon them and say some words under his breath for effect and he would heal them or offer them a solution to their concerns, as it suited his end.

Some of them had wandered away, amazed by these new teachings which allowed their new priest to access the power within him, granted by God, to help them heal themselves.

Bretal was amusing himself, playing the role of the good preacher. He knew that if he kept these cattle well and happy then it would pay dividends to him later on.

During the time he sat there, Bretal was also distracted, he had his eye on a young serving wench who attended the table. He watched her as she moved around bringing him more food and drinks, returning to the bar where the inn keeper and his wife waited and watched, ordering her around as they did so. She wore simple servant clothing and a cap over her head, covering her hair. Beneath the dress and apron, he couldn�t really tell what her body was like, but it intrigued him. He liked the look of her, and he also liked the look of the wife as he stared at her too. He licked his lips as he gazed at the obviously pregnant redheaded wife as she stepped out from behind the bar; he was going to pay her a visit before he headed back to the convent that was for sure.

�There you are my friend, your arm will trouble you no more,� he smiled and shook the amazed man�s hand. He flexed his hand, trying it out and smiled when he realised the old injury he had sustained years ago in a bullock train accident, was simply gone. His arm was like the other one now.

�Inn keeper,� called Bretal as he waved his hand in the air.

The short, balding man rushed over to see to the needs of his esteemed guest.

�How may I help you Father?� he dipped his head deferentially, wiping his hands nervously on his apron.

Bretal smiled, he could come to like this place a lot.

�I grow tired, all of this work has drained me,� he said with false notes of tiredness in his voice.

�Please come and lie down, we have a spare room available,� he nodded and indicated for the priest to follow him.

�I shall return my friends,� he said as the waiting line of villagers groaned in disappointment. �I must gather my strength first.�

Bretal lay back on the bed, smiling to himself, this morning�s entertainment was going well, and he knew it was about to take a turn for the better.

A short knock on the door and then the door opened slightly.

�Father?� came a quiet voice from outside, and then the wife�s curly mane of red hair popped around the door. �I have brought you some water,� she smiled and entered the room, as she saw that he was awake. She placed the water jug and some glasses down on the small table alongside the bed and then turned to leave.

�Please, sit my dear,� Bretal pointed to the chair alongside the bed.

She returned and sat, smiling at the Priest, the smile lines on her face evident, she was from working stock and her time in the fields had left the sun�s mark on her skin. She was a pretty woman, and he could imagine that she would have been quite the prize amongst the young men before the innkeeper had snapped her up.

�You are with child,� he said as he reached his hand out and pressed it against her belly, he could feel the child, about 4 or 5 months old inside her womb.

�Yes Father,� she beamed proudly at him.

�I would be honoured if you allowed me to place my blessing upon your unborn,� he said to her with a sincere smile.

�Thank you Father, your blessing would be most welcome.�

�So you have not done this before?� he asked her.

�No Father, I have not been blessed with child before.�

�It is slightly different to a normal blessing,� he got up off the bed, and indicated that she should lie back on the bed.

�Firstly I feel for the life force of the child,� he laid his hands upon her belly one at the top under her breasts and one at the bottom just above her pubes. �Your child is a strong one,� he smiled at her as she watched him perform, she was slightly nervous, but totally trusting.

�That�s good,� she smiled at him.

�Yes, it is my dear, now a moment,� he hung his head and began to pray something she could not hear, he was in fact reciting his favourite song at the moment, but it looked good for her benefit.

�Now I anoint you thus,� he reached up and made the sign of the cross on her forehead as she expected him to do, he was snatching bits of information from her mind and from any others he could sense nearby.

�Next I will bless your body so that it may be strong, and give birth well,� and he reached down to grab the hem of her green skirt, and even though he could feel the hesitation in her mind, she allowed him to pull her dress up to reveal her naked belly and nether regions.

�Father�� she said reluctantly.

�It is alright my child, I need to touch your bare skin to perform the rite,� he leaned down and pressed his lips against her naked belly. He enjoyed the warmth of her flesh against his skin, and she quivered as she felt his wet lips touch her flesh.

Again he allowed his hands to roam her belly, stroking it all over as he mumbled false prayers for her benefit.

Leaving her exposed he moved his hands upwards to her breasts and pulled the blouse out from her skirt, lifting it up to reveal her b-cup sized tits.

�Father!� she was shocked by this.

�My child,� he said ignoring her. �I now bless your bosom so that it may provide fine sustenance to your child, to make it fit and strong,� he reached forwards and began to softly squeeze and grope her tits. She was shocked by this, and bit her lip in consternation, she didn�t want him to do this but it was in the Lord�s name so she was lost as to what she should do. She chose to allow him to proceed.

��in the Lord�s name, I ask that this woman suckle her child, and do it well, thusly,� and he bent forwards and took one nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, and then he moved to the other, as she lay there dumbfounded. He sucked on them and squeezed her tits in his hands, moving back and froth from one to the other, they grew in his hands becoming larger and heavier, before suddenly she felt an unusual wetness on her breasts, and with a smile he sat back and squeezed her tit forcefully, sending a squirt of her milk into the air above her.

He stepped back and moved to the end of the bed, smiling down at her as she lay half naked before him, her long red hair a mess over the pillows as she struggled against herself, unsure of what to do.

�Lastly I provide the breath of God to your child so that it is born with a fine set of lungs to carry the Lord�s word,� he waved his hand and suddenly her legs bent at the knees and spread apart, exposing her red haired pussy to his gaze. He quickly slid between her legs and pressed his mouth against her cunt.

Her wind was awhirl with sensations and conflicting emotions. She was sure she had never heard of this blessing, but she also knew that the Father had brought new ways with him from Rome, new and better ways.

She felt his fingers spread her cunny open, and she could almost feel his hungry gaze upon her inner flesh.

�Father, please!� she begged as she could feel the sensations as he pressed his tongue slowly inside her lips. His mouth was rubbing against her clit, and she could feel his tongue inside her, moving back and forwards as he fucked her with it. She was turning red with shame, her white flesh darkening as was being manipulated to orgasm by the Father. She felt his tongue become thicker, almost like a cock, and then he began to press it deeper and deeper inside her. She was sure she was addled from the pleasure as there was no way a normal man�s tongue could reach that far inside her, but she was almost sure that his tongue had gone all the way into her womb. She could feel him fucking in and out of her with his tongue, sliding around inside her canal, sending waves of pleasure through her. Bretal could feel the woman on the edge of orgasm, and with a mental push he forced her over the edge.

With a slight squeak, she threw her hands over her mouth to stop the wail of pleasure she wanted to give.

Bretal�s tongue danced around inside her, he could feel her baby and as he pressed his tongue into her and reached up to the child he began to siphon the life force from it, after a moment he had drained the spark of humanity from the child, and slid his tongue out, leaving the empty shell of the child inside her, her child�s lifeforce was gone and now he intended to replace it with something else.

As she lay there, agog from her orgasm, he lifted his robes and moved forwards, and in one smooth movement he slid the length of his erect cock into her waiting cunt.

�Father,� her head snapped up in shock, staring at the priest who grinned back at her as he was beginning to fuck her. �We shouldn�t be doing this!�

�I am sorry my child but it is the only way now,� he pretended a look of sadness. �When you allowed your wanton lusts to play out while I was innocently providing the breath of God to your child, you have allowed your sin, your lust, to be imprinted on its soul,� he stared at her sternly as he continued to fuck her happily.

�I am now forced to cleanse your womb and your child with my holy seed; it is the only way to wash away your sin. I take no pleasure in being forced to perform this act of the flesh with you; it is a great sacrifice I make for your child.�

She looked a little ashamed of herself; her own sins had forced this man of God to sully himself in this way. Why had she allowed herself to react to him as she had? He was doing the Lord�s work, and there was nothing lustful about that.

He began to ram in and out of her, harder and faster, enjoying the use of her body, it was different from the others he had defiled, as she was with child, her belly was larger and he enjoyed pressing against it as he fucked in and out of her, knowing that soon he would be replacing it with his own child. The last thing he wanted was more stupid humans roaming the Earth, his children would all be higher life forms.

�Thank you Father,� she whispered as he continued to fuck her and she felt another orgasm building.

With a grin from ear to ear, Bretal leant back, arching his back and pressing his hips forward, forcing himself in as deeply as he could, and then began to flood her womb with his sperm, he fucked her some more, listening to the squelching noise her cunt was making as he pushed her over the edge again to another orgasm. He held his erect cock inside her, feeling the last drops of his sperm seep out, and he waited. Some of it dripped out of her onto the bed, and the rest flooded her womb. He could feel what was happening inside her as his sperm surrounded the child�s body, it flooded every orifice forcing the last vestiges of humanity out of its body, the final spark of its soul was forced out as his essence took over, creating a new child, a child of his making not of the innkeeper�s.

He felt the remnants of the child�s soul floating inside her and he used his cock like a straw to simply suck it up inside himself, devouring it, again making him that much stronger, he licked his lips as he enjoyed the taste of complete innocence defiled in this way. This was a new trick he had thought up here and now, and it had not been tried before, so it gave him extra points for originality, and he now found that with his rising score came an increase in power and ability here on Earth.

The redhead lay panting beneath him, well and truly fucked. He pulled his erect cock from her and moved alongside her head.

�As I have done you this service, I require that you tidy me up,� he pointed at his dripping cock. �Open your mouth girl; I�m sure you know what to do.�

She looked at him, dumbfoundedly for a moment and then realised he wanted her to suck him clean. She opened her mouth tentatively and he slid his cock between her lips.

�That�s it suck it all off, clean me up,� he ordered. �Use your tongue too,� he demanded.

She did her best to clean him off, and soon found herself giving him a blowjob. He was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth, pulling almost all the way out of her lips before plunging back in, she felt his cock head tickling the back of her throat as he did so, the priest was much larger than her husband.

He held her head and moved it back and forth, stimulating his cock the way he wanted it stimulated, Bretal enjoyed using these humans for his every whim and he liked to leave them with a final taste of himself. He grabbed hold of the back of her head, running his fingers through her thick long red hair, and pulled her head against him; shoving his cock in as far as he could get it as he began to spray his load of cum down her throat.

Bretal smiled, as he knew now that she hand drunk of his holy communion, she was his plaything forever, just like the others.

Bretal lay next to the redhead; she lay panting on the bed, her dress bunched around her waist, her tits and pussy exposed to anyone who walked in.

�So who is the other woman?�

�My sister,� panted the wife exhaustedly. �She has just come from the country to live with us, there is no work on the farm for her, so my parents sent her here.�

Bretal licked his lips in anticipation.

�I would have her too. Go and get her, tell her I need a drink,� he grinned.

�Sir?� the door creaked open and the younger blonde stuck her head into the room. She saw her sister seated on the stool alongside the bed and the priest was lying back, resting on the bed.

�Come in my child,� he said kindly, smiling up at her.

�I have your drink,� she lifted the tray up for him to see.

�That�s wonderful, bring it here,� he smiled.

She walked into the room and moved over to the bed, her sister stood up and closed the door behind her.

�You have been watching me work, have you not my child?� he said, sitting up to take the mug offered to him.

�Yes Father, it is most interesting how you heal, how you comfort those in need.

He looked her up and down and smiled at her.

�Please, sit. Tell me what you need.�

Cautiously she sat, looking up at her sister, expecting to be reprimanded for not working, but she nodded at her that it was ok to sit. She did and she smiled at the Father, as he took her hands in his.

�I am getting older Father, I will be nineteen years this summer and I must find a husband. Someone to help here or at the farm, and provide children to carry on,� she nodded.

�Of course my child, do not worry. You are a fine looking woman, any man would be happy to have your for a wife,� he smiled at her, with visions of her riding his cock dancing in his head.

�Are you a virgin?�

�Of course Father, who says I am not?� she said offended at the mere thought of it.

�Well there�s been talk, hasn�t there,� he winked at her older sister nearby.

�Oh yes, there�s been talk that you�re not.�

�What! Who says these horrible lies?� she held her head in her hands and began to sob. �No wonder the men stay away, they think I am impure!�

�Now, now my child, it is not so bad. I may be able to set things right,� he smiled at her.

She looked up at him, her face stained with tears, a look of hope flashing in her eyes.

�Please Father, help me,� she begged.

�All right my child,� Bretal smiled benevolently.

�Are you sure this is ok?� she asked, somewhat worried.

�Oh yes, Child, its conclusive proof if I see it myself.�

Reluctantly the girl sat back and pulled her skirt back up into her lap and spread her legs as she had been instructed. Her sister reached down between her thighs to spread her blonde haired pussy apart to reveal her insides to Bretal�s gaze.

�Nice and healthy looking,� he commented as he stared at her.

�Thank you, F...f...father,� she stammered.

Her sister slipped her fingers inside and spread the pussy open wide to reveal the little pink ring of cherry flesh around her fuck hole.

�There it is Father,� the redhead said as she displayed her sister�s hymen to the priest.

�I�m not sure,� he said, looking doubtful. �It could just be a smaller opening than normal. I had better check.�

With a nod from Bretal, he and the sister bundled the girl over to the bed, the sister holding her arms down with her hand over her mouth, and Bretal lay down between her thighs. He pressed his cock against her pussy lips, slipping just inside the opening; he saw the look of shock on her face, as she couldn�t understand what was happening.

He pressed forwards and began to slip inside her cunt.

�Quiet child, I will see if you are a virgin or not,� he hissed at her as she tried to cry out in pain at having this monster cock shoved inside her virgin cunt.

Bretal slid in and was pressing against her cherry; his cock throbbed, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

�You are a pretty one my dear,� he licked at her tears, smiling at her sister as she held her down for him.

�I would see your gorgeous teats,� he whispered to her as he took hold of the top of her dress, cupping her breasts, he pulled against the shoestring which tied the top together in the middle and with a sudden rip, the white material tore away to reveal her naked breasts with large puffy areolae.

�Ahh, lovely and pink, just the way I like my little breast treats,� he sucked one of them into his mouth as he groped the other one with his hand.

Her tits were a b-cup, like her sister, the family resemblance was undeniable, and he buried his head between them, fondling and licking, enjoying the waves of shame he felt radiating out of her.

�I can feel your virtue, it�s pressed against my cock, do you feel it?� he asked her.

With a teary face she nodded, yes.

�Do not worry child, from this day forth I will be able to tell any and all people who ask,� he smiled at her warmly. �That you are not a virgin,� he grunted and pressed forwards with a shove of his cock to break her cherry.

She gave a cry of pain, muffled by her sister�s hand, as though she had just been stabbed through the heart.

�There you are dear, now you�re a woman,� he laughed, and began to slide his cock in and out of her. He was holding onto her tits, mauling them as he fucked her, and each time he slid out, he would use her tits to hold on to and pull himself back. After doing this for a few movements, she realised that each time he did it, that her breasts grew larger. In shock from the pain and the loss of her virginity, she hadn�t noticed immediately, but now she watched in horror as little by little, her tits grew as he fucked her.

Bretal grinned as he saw where her eyes were fixed.

�Do you like my work, I like to see all girls with a good set of udders, don�t worry it will help attract all the lads to your barnyard, my sweet,� he grinned and gave them a squeeze, inflating them slightly bigger. When they were a double d cup he stopped, and admired his work as he fucked her. She was slightly bigger than her sister now, it was only fair as she was the one who wanted to attract a man, and everyone knew that tits were always the best way to attract a guy�s attention.

Bretal collapsed forwards onto her, enjoying the feel of her new tits pressed into his chest through his robe.

He slid both his palms down and grabbed hold of her buttocks from beneath and began to pull her up to meet him as he fucked into her, he enjoyed the feeling of a cheek in each hand as he controlled her totally. He could feel the wanton lust floating around in her mind and he fuelled the flames of it, then as he lifted her hips up off the bed, pulling her hard against his pelvis, he flooded her pussy with his sperm, knowing that she would be with child immediately, no man would touch her now, but in a moment she would not care anyway. Her orgasm rocked her body, her mind racing with the sensations, and she desperately tried to escape the hands of her sister and the depraved priest. They had defiled her body, and she wanted nothing more than to be away from this room.

Bretal slipped out of her and slid up to the end of the bed, swapping places with her sister, holding his hand over her mouth.

�Clean her up,� he nodded at the younger woman�s cummy pussy.

Immediately the redhead dropped to the bed and began to lick up all of Bretal�s cum, cleaning her up as best she could.

Dumbstruck by this, the younger woman did not even think to cry out when Bretal removed his hand and then pressed her sister�s lips to her mouth, allowing her to force the demon�s cum into the restrained woman�s waiting mouth. She tasted the gooey semen on her sister�s tongue, and a moment later she was his slave, just like her sister.

Chapter 4

Bretal looked up in surprise, he was sitting on his throne as one of the nuns was practicing her blowjob skills on him, when the large bell at the front gate had rung.

He sent Marcel down to see who it was, and in annoyance he shoved the nun away from him. He stood and arranged his clothes and waited to find out what was happening.

Marcel entered the room, followed by a dishevelled looking young couple.

�They are travellers your Excellence, they are lost and saw our lights.�

�Why you poor creatures, please come inside and share out fire,� he indicated the fireplace with the large cauldron simmering above it. �We have some soup if you are hungry too.�

They both nodded their thanks and came over to the seats he had moved to the fireplace.

They were a young married couple on their way from the villages in Spain and were heading north looking for work, they had arrived here in France, and eventually they hoped to end up in the city if they did not find work first. They had become lost somewhere along the way and had run out of food a day or so ago, the villages here were poor and they had no work, nor any love, for travelling Spaniards, even ones as pleasant as Jose and Yamilla. So, wandering aimlessly they had finally stumbled upon the convent, and their salvation.

Bretal grinned as he listed to the story, he was taking in the curves of the lovely young brunette wife as she thankfully slurped down her soup to warm her bones, listening to her husband tell the story of how they came to be on the convent�s doorstep

Both he and the Mother Superior sat and listened intently as the couple spoke of their trials, and the both made sympathetic noises at the correct moments.

Eventually when the couple had had their fill of soup Mother Superior brought out the wine and began to give them both glasses of fine red wine.

As they were both very tired, it did not take long for the wine to begin to take effect. Jose began to drift away, his head nodding off into sleep as the priest continued to flirt with his wife.

�Mother Superior, please take this gorgeous young lady to the bath chamber and let her freshen herself up, give her some clean clothes, and then return her so that I may continue to enjoy her charming company,� Bretal bowed low to Yamilla as she stood, smiling at him, as Mother Superior led her out of the room.

Bretal turned to Sister Rosa and smiled evilly.

�Make sure he stays here,� and threw the coil of rope he had pulled from the nearby cupboard to her outstretched hands.

�Your Excellence,� she smiled and turned back with the two other nuns who were nearby and began to tie the man to the heavy chair he was asleep in.

�Here you are dear,� Mother superior pointed to the large metal bathtub in the centre of the room which the serving girls had just finished filling with hot water.

Yamilla looked longingly at the warm bath, the steam rising from it.

�For me?� she asked, not believing that they would go to so much trouble for her.

�Yes dear, now hurry up before it gets cold.�

Mother Superior stood and watched as the young woman began to pull her smelly, dirty clothes off and then climbed gingerly into the hot, steaming water.

Mother Superior snapped her fingers and suddenly there were three other nuns who moved forwards with brushes and soap in their hands and descended upon the tub.

Before she could protest, Yamilla found herself being soaped and scrubbed, hands were roaming all over her body, into every nook and cranny, into her most intimate places. Mother Superior watched as the Sisters carried out their work with zeal, and Bretal, hiding outside the door, watched through the doorway as it had been left slightly ajar for his viewing pleasure.

�Alright, I�d say she�s clean girls,� Mother Superior clapped her hands together. �Time for the purification ritual,� she smiled and the nuns nodded their understanding.

Before Yamilla had any time to think, she was lifted up out of the tub, and carried across to a long bench-like table at waist height, covered in towels.

They laid her down on the bench, and then poured warm scented oil from a nearby flask over her skin.

They began to massage and knead her back, and as they worked out the sore muscles and kinks in her body, she became more and more relaxed, enjoying it thoroughly, never knowing that she could feel this good, and this content.

Bretal was working on her mind, he was lulling her into a false sense of security, she was like a newborn babe in their hands, trusting and complacent, unthreatened and obedient.

They rolled her over onto her back and they poured more oil over her body and she arched her back in pleasure as she felt the sensations from her now highly sensitised skin as the warmth flowed over it. Suddenly she felt hands roaming all over her, hands on her breasts, hands on her thighs, and then hands between her legs.

She looked up, surprised as she felt the fingers moving between her legs, massaging and titillating her pussy. Mother Superior smiled up at her from the end of the bench, as the other nuns worked on her thighs, stomach and breasts.

The nun massaging her breasts was really starting to knead them, working her hands around and around the nice c-cup sized tits, flicking the nipples with her thumbs, and watching the springy flesh bounce back. Her dark brown nipples shone in the light as the oil covered her skin, making her olive skin glisten in the candlelight and the glow from the fireplace.

Bretal licked his lips in anticipation as he watched her getting this oily massage, he loved the way her breasts were wobbling as the nun was working them, her stomach danced as another nun worked her muscles, her thighs were massaged back and forth and Mother Superior worked her magic with her fingers between the young woman�s pussy lips.

Mother Superior was getting her fingers deep inside Yamilla now, and she was beginning to thrash around in pleasure, she felt the experienced fingers dance over her clit, and tease her insides as she was coming closer and closer to orgasm.

The nun massaging her tits got a shock as with each squeeze the breasts grew larger, and with a perverse curiosity, she continued to squeeze, wondering how large they would grow before they stopped, or if they would stop at all.

Bretal had no intention of making this woman into a sideshow freak, so he stopped when she reached a nice e-cup.

The nun grinned at the bigger boobs she now had to play with, and continued to tweak and tickle the erect, rock hard nipples of their new guest.

Yamilla couldn�t believe the sensations coming from her tits, and coupled with what the Mother Superior was doing to her pussy she was on the brink of orgasm, a few more strokes of her fingers and she was over the edge.

All the nuns caressed and fondled her, riding her orgasm all the way down with her.

Then she lay, dazed and satisfied on the bench, in an almost trancelike state.

Mother Superior moved up and gave her a long kiss on the mouth, enjoying the taste of the woman�s lips.

One of the nuns threw the woman�s smelly rags onto the fire and came forth with something new for her to wear.

Then they got her off the bench, draped the fine silk wrap over her naked, oily body, like a large cape, tying it at her throat in a bow. It covered her from shoulders to ankles but was split up the middle, so she could hold it closed and preserve her modesty as she walked back through the convent to the main room where her husband awaited her.

She wandered aimlessly, in her dreamlike trance, until the nuns grabbed her arms and ushered her towards the room.

The nuns directed her in and she stood, placid and still, in front of the fire. Her husband slowly nodded his head back and forth, sensing that something was going on around him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up, to see the nuns standing nearby and his wife wearing a sheer covering, standing in front of the fire, he could see straight through it due to the flickering light behind her, he could see the outline of her legs, and the bottom of her pubic mound between her legs as she stood with her legs apart, staring off into the distance.

�What�s going on?� he mumbled, confused and drunk.

�Our friend is awake again,� said Bretal as he strode into the room and directed Rosa back over to Jose.

Rosa walked over to Jose and stroked his face as he stared at his wife, who was not reacting to anything that was going on.

�What are you doing?� he looked at Sister Rosa, who smiled at him. �What�s going on?�

�Yamilla is lovely,� he purred at him as she bent forwards and stroked his cheek. She reached down and grabbed hold of his crotch, rubbing his cock through his grubby pants.

�What?!� he tried to stand and found he was tied to the chair. �What are you doing? Yamilla!� he called out to his wife and she did not react.

�Quieten down, dear,� Rosa leant forwards and kissed him on the mouth, driving her tongue into his mouth.

He looked up in horror, past the nun as he saw Bretal advance on his wife.

He stood behind her and bent forwards, kissing her on the neck, she moaned and bent her head back to allow him to access her neck more. He slowly wrapped his arms around her and reached up to cup both of her breasts from behind, lifting them up, presenting them to Jose.

�What have you done to her?� he was stunned when he saw her large tits poking out from the thin material.

�She is lovely, isn�t she?� taunted Bretal as he jiggled her tits at him. �She is our sacrifice for the evening, so we have enhanced her.�

Rosa slipped off her robe and sat her naked arse down in Jose�s lap and began to wiggle her naked flesh on his crotch.

�We are going to have so much fun,� she ran her hands through his hair, and kissed him again.

�No, get off me. What kind of place is this,� he was stunned at the pit of debauchery they had stumbled into.

�Now, now!� she tutted at him as she slipped off his lap and undid his trousers, pulling them down over his knees to reveal his naked crotch, and his cock. �There�s no need to be like that,� she reached down and stroked his cock, and grinned when it jerked at her touch.

Bretal walked around in front of Yamilla, stroking her face almost lovingly as he pulled the knot open on her silk robe and let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked body glowing in the firelight.

�Come, my dear,� he said to her as he reached out and took her hand.

She nodded and followed him in her trance, as he walked over to his throne and sat down. He lifted his robe and exposed his raging erection, and gestured to it.

�This is for you,� he said to the nude woman who immediately knew what she should do. She moved forwards and straddled his naked lap, immediately lowering her pulsating pussy onto his cock.

�No!� screamed Jose as he saw his wife lower herself onto the priest�s cock.

�Don�t fuss, it�ll be alright,� whispered Rosa as she bent forwards and sucked his cock into her mouth.

�Please don�t,� he hissed.

She looked up at him from his lap, let his cock slip out of her mouth and smiled at him. �It�s ok, you�ll enjoy it,� she slurped his cock into her mouth and began to suck gently on it.

Jose couldn�t fight it, he felt the sensation from Rosa�s mouth, and the sight of his wife�s naked body was stimulating him, as she rode on the priest�s cock in front of him. He didn�t know why, but he was being turned on by it. He could see his wife�s taut buttocks as they flexed, lifting herself up and down on the priest�s cock. He could see it all from behind as the priest�s shaft moved in and out of her, spreading her dark haired pussy lips around the thickness of his cock, it glistened in the firelight as he could see her pussy juices coating the length of that bastard�s cock as he had his way with her.

Bretal grinned; he was feeding the pleasure sensations into the tortured man�s head, as he fucked his wife in front of him. He felt her passionate lust as he stimulated her deeply too, thrusting his cock up inside her as she rode him. Again and again he thrust up into her and she moaned in ecstasy, reaching up he grabbed her naked breasts, holding and mauling them as she moved up and down on his lap.

She squirmed in pleasure, her mind being driven mad by the sensations he was bombarding her with.

Mother Superior stood to one side, watching the whole scene with unbridled lust. Rosa was slurping the husband�s cock into her mouth, and he was almost ready to blow, as his wife rode her master�s cock and was about to get filled up with his hot semen.

Bretal groaned in pleasure as he began to squirt his hot cum into his guest, and she collapsed forwards onto him, her body wracked with orgasm, shuddering as the pleasure overtook her. She pressed her breasts into his chest and lay there panting.

Jose groaned as Rosa had got him to the point of no return, and moments later she was standing back licking her lips. The nun nearest her dove forwards and thrust her tongue into Rosa�s mouth.

She stood back and groaned. �He tastes good. I want to try it,� and promptly dropped to her knees and began to suck on his semi-hard cock.

Mother Superior moved towards Yamilla, reached down under her cunt and scooped up some of the Master�s cum as it slowly oozed out of her abused hole.

She grabbed the woman�s hair and pulled her head back, her eyes dazed and still in the Master�s lustful trance. She forced her mouth open and stuck her fingers into the waiting mouth, a moment later and Yamilla�s tongue began to hungrily lick the cum off her fingers, she sucked on them and as Mother Superior removed them she groaned in protest.

�She is now one of us Lord,� she bowed to Bretal as he watched her conversion, with mild disinterest. He had chosen well with this Mother Superior, she was a nasty little bitch and she put her talents to good use for him.

Jose groaned from the other side of the room as the other nun had given up sucking on him and had mounted his cock, she had ridden him to orgasm and was now sliding off his clammy member.

The nuns lifted Yamilla off Bretal�s lap and she stood happily with the other nuns as they awaited instructions.

�Did you enjoy watching me take your wife?� he asked Jose, who was now broken physically and mentally.

�She is now my plaything,� he grumbled ominously. �I will take her whenever I please, and she will follow any instruction, debase herself in any way I see fit.�

�You�re a monster,� Jose hissed at him, his eyes bloodshot and his resolve almost totally gone.

�Yes I am, thank you,� he chuckled as he grabbed Jose by the throat and promptly sucked the life right out of him, leaving a husk tied to the chair. �Dispose of your husband,� he snapped his fingers at Yamilla. He was gratified to see that she smiled and happily helped Rosa untie her husband�s corpse and throw the almost weightless body out the window into the trees below, and then returned to her place.

�Sisters, you have a new companion, she is now a member of the order,� he swept his hand to indicate Yamilla, and the others all rushed around the cupboards to find her a habit which fit her, taking every opportunity to grope her, fondle her tits and try to catch any stray remnant of the Master�s cum which might still be left around her fuck hole.

Yamilla giggled happily and followed them out of the room, leaving Bretal to his thoughts.

Mother Superior turned to leave as well and he called her back.

�It is early yet, go and choose a couple of your sisters and return to me, I require some playmates for the evening.�

She clapped her hands together in delight and ran off to find a couple of nuns to bring back to join her in satisfying their master�s needs.

Chapter 5

�So you want to be married, here at the altar?� Bretal grinned at the young couple seated before him.

Fortunately he had finally bothered to explore the church here only a few days earlier and now, at least partially, knew his way around.

He was seated behind a wooden desk and the couple sat before him in small wooden chairs in the meagre office to the side of the altar, these supposedly were his chambers. He was sure he was going to do something about that, there was no way he was going to put up with something this measly, he wanted a more impressive edifice to his grandeur, and he was sure he could convince some people to arrange it for him, at least he would when he got around to it.

�My children,� he smiled at them holding his hand out to clasp each of their hands in his. �We would love for you to honour our convent with this most joyous of occasions, I would only be too happy to perform the service here for you.�

Jean and his fianc�e Suzette smiled at him, happy that they were going to be able to have their wedding here. It would be the talk of the village, his father was the richest man for miles around and her family were landowners and rich as well.

�So why did you father not come and approach me?� asked Bretal, staring at the bride, he knew that her family were supposed to arrange these things.

�We know it has not been the custom to hold weddings here for many years now,� she smiled sweetly at him, flashing her green eyes at him as she batted her eyelashes. �We had hoped that as you�re our new Father, and as this is our local church, and all the village would be there��

�You hoped you could talk me into changing the policy with your sweet words, rather than your father�s bluster?� Bretal nodded knowingly.

She smiled and nodded; he had hit the nail on the head.

�Yes Father,� she said, glad he understood.

�I have decided that a few select weddings, of fine local girls, such as yourself, would be acceptable. What better way to celebrate God�s love than to have some weddings in his house.�

�Thank you Father,� they both said, nodding their gratitude.

�My pleasure,� he smiled an evil smile.

Bretal watched the nervous, dark haired, handsome young man standing before him, his family sitting behind him in the church.

�Don�t worry, she�ll be here,� he said soothingly.

Jean nodded, uneasily, he would be glad when it was all over and done with.

With the creak of wood, the doors at the back were thrown open and a couple of the nuns came in, clearing the way for the bride and her father.

The bride was dressed in white, her veil hiding her face, and had a lovely posy of flowers clasped to her smallish bosom as she made her way down the aisle, accompanied by her father.

When she got to the front of the church, the father lifted the veil up to reveal the beautiful face of his daughter, her long brown hair had been set in curls around her face, and a beautiful silver locket hung down into her cleavage.

They all turned to face the priest, and Bretal smiled at them. He looked at his instructions, which Mother Superior had written out for him, and he began the service.

�Now the only thing left before I pronounce you man and wife, is the test,� he looked down at the expectant couple and saw the surprise on their faces. �Yes the test� of her virginity. This is the Church of the Holy Virgin and we only marry virgins here,� he said this to them like it should be totally obvious.

A round of understanding noises went through the crowd, and he stepped forwards to the front of the church.

�I must ask you all to wait outside whilst I perform the investigation,� he pointed to the doorway at the rear of the building. �The sisters will show you where you can wait,� he indicated the couple of nuns standing at the back and waited patiently while all the guests stood and left the building.

�Now out you go Jean,� he said in a friendly tone. �Go talk to your friends and family and I�ll be outside in a moment.�

Jean looked uncertain about this, and looked at Suzette for inspiration.

�Go, it�s alright, we have nothing to fear, I am pure,� she smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with love for her Jean.

�O� ok then. I�ll just be outside,� he nodded to her and walked down the aisle and outside. Sister Rose closed the door and bolted them shut. Then she came to stand alongside Mother Superior who was waiting for Bretal�s instructions.

�Come along dear, no time to waste,� he smiled at her and took her hand. He led her around the railing up near the pulpit area and then he took her around to the back of the altar.

He looked over the woman�s dress, which was a shiny white almost satiny material, with lace around the cuffs and sleeves, plus there was more around the top of the bodice to hide her neck and cleavage.

�That�s a lovely dress,� he reached out and was fondling the lace around her throat.

�Thank you, it was my grandmother�s,� she smiled as the two nuns came around on either side of them.

Behind the altar was a table, lower in the middle with two higher parts at either end, close enough for someone to sit in the middle and then put their legs up onto either side, if they wished to.

�Help her into place sisters, we haven�t got all day,� he smiled reassuringly at her, and then the two older women stepped forwards and grabbed her by the arms. They lifted her up and sat her down on the table. She was obviously unsure of what to do next.

�Now you just lean back,� he pressed against her shoulder and she lay back, and one of the nus slipped a small cushion under her head as she laid it back on the edge of the altar.

�Next we�ll take a look,� he smiled. He grabbed her dress and pulled it up to her waist at the front, exposing her stockings and naked pussy to his gaze.

�Now one goes up here,� he grabbed her left leg and put it up on the raised bench nearest it. �The other goes here,� and he placed the right one on the right side bench, leaving her spread pussy exposed to his attention.

The two nuns stood looking on, one on each side of her, and watched proceedings with interest.

Bretal reached down and pressed his fingers against her pussy lips and then spread them apart, feeling the rough brown pubic hair beneath his fingertips.

She gasped a little as her inner folds were exposed, and she stared down at her crotch, watching everything that was going on.

Bretal dropped down so that her pussy was on eye level; he spread her open and slid a couple of fingers into her to spread her insides open to his gaze.

He could see her hymen, and licked his lips; he leaned forwards and stuck his tongue out to press against the little ring of flesh, tasting her cherry.

�Wha�? Is it ok?� she asked, surprised by the strange sensations she could feel, but not see what was happening beyond the folds of her dress.

He stood up again and smiled at her.

�Yes my dear, it appears to be in order, only one final check is necessary,� he stepped between her open thighs, pressing his robe-covered cock against her exposed mound.

The nuns sprang into action, Rosa held her hand over the bride�s mouth to silence her and held her shoulder with her other hand. Mother Superior held the bride�s head still, with one hand, and held her down with the other one.

Bretal could see the look of confusion on Suzette�s face.

�You see my dear there�s only one way to be really sure,� he pulled his robes up to expose his large erect cock to her. Her eyes grew wide in surprise and she began to struggle against the women, who were using their demon given strength to hold her down.

�Now don�t struggle so, it will all be over in a minute,� he smiled as he pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. He ran it up and down the slit, but she was in shock and was dry.

He snapped his fingers in the air and almost from nowhere, Marie the noviate, quickly ran to his side, and bowed her head, awaiting instructions.

�Attend to me, she�s too dry.�

She knew what he wanted and quickly she sucked his cock into her mouth, she gave it long sucking strokes as she moved her head back and forth and gave the length of his cock long, slow licks. She got his shaft as wet as possible and then turned her attention to Suzette.

She stuck her mouth over the girl�s clit and began to suck, after a few moments she started to run her tongue up and down the length of the brunette�s slit, and then finally she started to slide her tongue into the depths of her pussy, feeling her tongue press up against the hymen protecting her fuck canal from entry.

�She�s nice and wet now, my Lord,� Marie nodded and stepped to the side. She reached down between Suzette�s thighs and used her fingers to part the lips, giving her master a better view of his target.

�Thank you Marie,� he nodded and then pressed his cock against the pink folds of the bride�s pussy.

He stared at her terrified face, as with a smile, he started to press his cock forwards into her virgin cunt.

She frantically tried to get free, she yelled and screamed but the nun�s hand muffled the cries almost to the point of a whisper. They all held her in place, her hed held up so that she was even being forced to watch as the priest fed his big cock into her sweet snatch.

�There it is,� he smiled at Suzette. �You are indeed a virgin on your wedding day, but not for much longer,� with a lustful grin he pulled all the way back out of her and with one forceful shove he drove his cock into her and tore through her cherry, bursting it in one painful thrust.

Her head arched back in a scream of pain, and they all laughed at her defilement.

�Yes, that�s it, let them all hear you,� he hissed at her and laughed.

She was not sure what to do; she didn�t know if she should alert her family by her screams or avoid the shame by keeping quiet.

�Don�t worry, you�ll still be nice and tight for your husband tonight, he won�t know any difference,� said Bretal. At least not until he told him so in a few minutes when he was done fucking her.

Suzette was trying to look away, but Mother Superior held her head and forced her to see the priest�s thick veiny cock, slamming in and out of her delicate opening.

�Oh yeah you nasty girl, you like that don�t you,� he said mocking her. �Getting fucked at your wedding ceremony while the groom stands outside, unaware he is being cuckolded inside the church.�

She tried to shake her head no, but she still couldn�t move it.

Bretal groped her tits through the wedding dress, feeling her b-cup tits through the dress.

�Here�s a little surprise for you new husband,� he grinned as he used his power to make her breasts swell, growing larger in size. He watched as the dress stretched, pulling tightly against her new bosom. He looked at her for a moment, and then nodded. She was now a d-cup, and he liked the look of the dress on her even more now.

�That fills out the dress in a much nicer way now,� he chuckled, and continued to grope her new tits while he fucked her. He could see the look of utter disbelief on her face, she could feel these strange new breasts of hers pressing tightly into the fabric of the dress, but how had this happened?

�Don�t worry about it, it�s just a little gift from the Lord,� Bretal grunted as he continued rutting away, heading towards his orgasm.

She was terrified, she could feel him deep within her, and she could image what would happen if he left his seed inside her belly.

�I now bring you the gift of life,� he smiled down at her. �A child of love from the holy church,� he grunted as he pressed into her again and began to spurt his cum into her.

She was sobbing as she felt his warm seed spurt out into her; she could feel it flooding her insides, no doubt impregnating her with his child.

He stood there, groping her tits as he felt his cock squeezing out every last drop of his cum. He waited a few moments longer to give it time to get deep inside her, and then with a satisfied sigh he moved back, sliding his erect cock back out of her with a wet slurp.

He stood before her, holding his robes up out of the way, his cock still erect and glistening with the combination of juices and she could see the residue of her virginal blood around the base of it.

He snapped his fingers and pointed at his cock and then pointed at her. The nuns got the message and quickly hauled her up off the table and dropped her down to the ground before him. They had her kneeling before him a moment later, pressing her head towards him as they pulled her veil away from her face. She would not open her mouth and tried to turn her head to avoid it.

�Now you listen to me, either you clean me up and then we can go and have your wedding party with all the village, or I can go out there and tell them that you�re not a virgin, you�re a little slut who just forced herself upon me to try and get me to make a false statement about her virginity. What�s it to be?�

She thought about this for a second, Jean would never forgive her for not being a virtuous girl.

�Well my girl? Is it clean me up with your mouth or am I telling Jean about your lack of virginity?� he asked, pretending as though he was about to walk out of the church to Jean.

�Alright,� she muttered. She screwed her face up, pulled her veil back from where it had fallen near her cheeks to make sure it stayed clean, and reluctantly moved her mouth down over his cock.

She sucked on it as she had heard some of the girls saying to do, and was pleased to see this was right as he groaned happily.

�Yes, that�s it, use your tongue too,� he commanded.

She worked her mouth and her tongue around his cock, cleaning it off, tasting her juice, his cum and a hint of her cherry blood.

He ran his hands down over the back of her head, over her veil, and grabbed hold of her head with both hands. He began to fuck her mouth, slowly at first and then getting faster as he drove the length of his angry cock into her mouth.

She started to gag as she felt his cock hitting the back of her throat but he wouldn�t let up, enjoying the feeling of her throat spasming around his cock.

A few moments later and he delivered a load of hot steaming cum straight into her mouth, spitting out of his cock to hit the back of her throat sand the roof of her mouth.

He held his cock deep into her throat as she gagged and then once he was finished he let go of her and gasping for air she pulled her head back off him.

A strange look crossed her face and then her look of anguish returned before it turned into a lustful grin.

�Thank you, Master,� she said happily.

�Come my dear, your husband awaits,� he helped her to her feet and led her out the door of the church to where everyone else was waiting in the courtyard.

�You are a lucky man Jean,� he said loudly from the top of the steps as he led Suzette out into the full gaze of the group. �Your wife was definitely a virgin on your wedding day!� and as a cheer went up from the crowd he held up her hand above her head, and got her to twirl around so they could see the front and back of her dress, and as she spun they could all see the red bloodstain near her arse on the back of the white dress.

�See here,� he pointed it out for any that had missed it. �Here is your proof, rejoice!�

The crowd were a bit shocked and silent; Jean didn�t know what to say.

The nuns all clapped their hands respectfully, as did several other women in the crowd who had already had previous visits with the priest.

Eventually the peer pressure and the force of Bretal�s mind overwhelmed the others as he calmed them all, making them glad for Jean that he had had a virgin wife.

Jean still didn�t seem to know what to do as Bretal guided Suzette down the stairs to him.

�Give your husband a kiss,� he instructed, and she leant forwards and gave him a lustful kiss.

Jean looked surprised at the passion in her kiss, and blushed slightly.

�Thank you my love,� he muttered. �What is that strange taste on your lips?�

Bretal smiled, he loved weddings.

Chapter 6

Bretal lay across his �throne�, idly watching as a pair of his heavily pregnant nuns were groping, molesting and stripping a young woman who had arrived here to join the convent.

He watched as she struggled against the two women who were tearing her simple clothes from her body, and a moment later she stood naked and ashamed before the priest.

�Why are you doing this?� Isabelle wailed as they forced her down to her knees and forcibly pulled her hands away from her breasts and light brown pubic fuzz which she was desperately trying to cover.

Bretal stood and took hold of her chin in his hand. She was a pretty one, like many of the other new recruits had been. Her long light brown hair shone in the afternoon sunlight, and her pale skin almost glowed, it was so white.

He took one of her smallish a-cup sized tits in his hand and slowly groped it, rubbing the nipple with his thumb as he stared into her eyes, his mind boring into her, almost reading her soul through her brown pupils.

This forceful man dazed her; her mind didn�t know how to deal with this treatment so she stayed there motionless as he manhandled her.

He bent his head forwards and drove his thick tongue into her mouth, kissing her forcefully, hungrily it explored her mouth and with a wet smack he pulled his lips away from hers.

�I think we might keep this one, what do you say sisters?�

�Yes my Lord,� they both curtsied, causing their modified robes to spread open at the front flaps, exposing their naked legs.

�Nipples are nice, but these tits just won�t do,� he began to rub both of her breasts in a circular motion and to her amazement, she stared down as her flesh swelled up and grew beneath his hands, leaving her with much larger breasts than before.

�Much nicer my lord,� one of the nuns said, as she opened a silver case on the table near by. Inside the case was a penile shaped object, it looked like a cross between wood and wax, and the nuns did not know what it was made from, only that he had provided it for their use.

The end of it was fitted into an arrangement of leather straps, which when worn, gave the appearance that the nun was now armed with a man�s weapon.

�You turn today,� he pointed to the one who was opening the box.

�Oh goody,� she clasped her hands together happily; she quickly removed her habit and then began to take the replica penis out of the box and put it on.

�I assume you know the rules here my girl?� he demanded of the woman.

She was snapped out of her stupor and looked up at him, scared and worried.

�Father?�

�You must be a virgin to be a member of the convent. Are you?� he asked her.

�Father!� Isabelle blushed and looked down at the floor. �Of course I am.�

She wasn�t sure why she was reacting like this situation was almost normal, Bretal�s increasing powers were giving him more and more command over the human mind, and he was making her dance to his lustful tune.

�Oh good,� he grinned and lay down on the floor in front of her.

She stared at him as the other nun came over and adjusted his robes to expose the priest�s large, erect cock.

The woman gasped in shock, unsure of what was to come next.

�Well get over here, I don�t have all day to wait for you,� he ordered.

Immediately she knew what was required of her and shuffled forwards on her knees. She straddled his legs and positioned her defenceless cunt over his hard cock, the tip of it pressing against her lips.

�Wait one moment,� he said and snapped his fingers at the attendant nun.

Quickly she bent forwards and sucked his cock into her mouth, she slid it in and out of her lips, moistening it before placing it back at the entrance to the newcomer�s pussy.

�Proceed,� he said and motioned for her to get on with it.

Isabelle looked down at the erect cock and knew what she had to do, so a moment later she eased forwards and impaled herself on it. Slowly she felt it slide up inside her, going between her lips and then pressing against her virginity.

�Ah there it is, a virtuous girl indeed,� Bretal grinned and grabbed hold of her hips, and with a quick yank downwards, he drove himself up into her tearing through her hymen to steal her virginity away.

She gave out a painful squeak as the priest had suddenly taken control and without warning had forcefully taken her cherry.

�That�s so nice,� he almost purred like a cat as she sat on his thighs, the entire length of his cock buried deep inside her. �The first time should always be controlled by the man, a forceful exchange to tear away the trappings of youth, to force a girl forwards into her life as a woman,� he then began to slide her slowly back up his shaft, enjoying the sheen of virginal blood he could see on his shaft as it emerged from her canal.

Then he dropped her back down, driving his cock inside her again.

�It should also introduce you to the way of things, that men are in charge. We will take what we will, and you will give it whether you like it or not,� and with a chuckle he began to slide her up and down on his shaft.

He could feel her pain, the pain of being torn open for the first time, the pain of having his large thick cock invading her nether regions, and the pain of being humiliated like this.

He spun her around on his lap so that she was facing the nuns behind her, and with a quick lift of her buttocks he slid his cock out of her pussy and pressed it against her virgin arsehole.

With a painful grunt from Isabelle, Bretal forced his cock into her resisting arse.

�No my Lord!� she pleaded, the pain smashing through the mental barriers he had implanted in her mind.

�You will learn, my little slut, that you will do anything I want,� he snarled at her as he shoved his cock all the way up inside her. �It is my will that I take your virginity here too, and my will be done!�

Quietly he fucked her arse for a few strokes and then he signalled to the nun wearing the strap-on. She moved forwards and knelt between the open thighs of the woman being abused.

�Do I have your permission, my lord?� she asked as she sat waiting, her pregnant belly almost touching Isabelle�s stomach.

�Yes, proceed,� he grunted as he lifted Isabelle higher on his cock and then allowed her weight to force his cock back inside her.

The nun took hold of the false penis between her legs and guided it forwards into the young woman�s pussy. With a thrust the carved dildo slid into her, and a moment later, Isabelle was fully impaled on the device.

�No!� she gasped as she felt both of her holes being filled at once. Then both of them began to move and she could feel the wall of flesh inside her being pressed on from both sides.

The nun�s pregnant belly was rubbing against the pale flesh of the young woman, as she ravaged the new recruit, welcoming her into the order.

Isabelle could feel the strange sensation building up and as the other nun snaked her hand in between their two bellies she could feel the second nun�s fingers dancing around her privates, playing with the little nub at the top of her opening as her comrade continued to shove the artificial member in and out of her.

Her head rolled forwards as she was overcome by the power of her orgasm and her muscles writhed against the lifeless invader inside her.

Bretal was enjoying the pain and pleasure that were both emanating from her mind, and as she was coming he continued to ram his thick cock into her.

�That�ll do Sister,� he said as he dismissed the nun. She pulled the cock out of Isabelle and moved back to watch the rest of the initiation.

Bretal pushed Isabelle off his cock and slid her onto the floor alongside him. He rolled over on top of her and parted her thighs with his knees, then before she could even realise what was happening, his cock was sliding back inside her pussy again and he began to fuck her for all he was worth.

She groaned, a mixture of despair, desperation, lust and wanton need.

�Yeah, you�re mine now little slut,� he hissed in her ear as he pressed his chest against her nice new breasts, squashing them into her ribs.

His hips were working like a machine, moving up and down between her innocent thighs, thrusting his steel-like rod in and out of her abused cunt. She started to buck underneath him, orgasming again as her pleasure centres were being flooded with sensations from this initiation fuck she was receiving.

�Now my dear, here comes your first child,� he groaned as he felt his cock spasm and begin to squirt out his first load inside this human.

�There you are dear, welcome to the convent,� cooed the nearby nun as she stroked Isabelle�s forehead as she lay still, trying to recover from her orgasm.

Bretal slid along the floor to lie alongside her head and slap his wet cock against her cheek.

�Clean me off,� he ordered, and then opened her mouth sliding the tip of his cock between her rosy lips.

She obeyed and began to suck his cock into her mouth, tasting his sperm and becoming a member of his �flock�.

�You can clean her up ladies, no fighting though,� he laughed as the two nuns jumped to the floor and almost dove between Isabelle�s open thighs to clean up his sticky come as it slowly seeped out from between her pussy lips.

�Another new recruit happily initiated,� he grinned as he felt some point added to his tally.

Bretal sat on his bed, alone for a change, thinking of what he would like to do next. He was considering leaving the convent, going on a pilgrimage, see a bit of the world and convert some new bitches to his flock.

With a crack the wall opposite him split open, and an evil smelling red haze began to waft through.

Bretal stood and stared at it, then looked up at the ceiling.

�No! You can�t take me away, I�m the most successful one ever, no-one has been as good at this as me!�

Immediately Bretal grabbed his head, someone seemed to be trying to crack his skull open from the inside and the pain was incredible.

�Quiet,� a deep grumble raged inside his mind. �You are the most successful, so I will send you some new� assistants. Train them well!�

The pain eased and Bretal could see clearly again. The crack in the wall suddenly exploded inwards and three of his compatriots stepped through, staring around the room as the opening slowly closed behind them.

�Adjust your forms,� he ordered, pointing at himself as an example.

They nodded and immediately they began to shrink down to human size. The three �men� now stood before him. One was a Negro, one was a ginger haired powerhouse and the last was a slightly smaller black haired one like himself that Bretal now recognised immediately.

�Slarn, it is good they have sent you.�

�Hello Brother,� Slarn nodded, he did not seem as pleased to see Bretal though. �Why are we here?� he demanded.

�Did they not tell you?� Bretal grinned. �I am a 12^th level possessor now, and this entire convent of nuns here are my cattle.�

�What?� he stared at his brother in disbelief.

�Let me show you,� he ushered his comrades out into the great hall where the sisters would be ready and waiting for whatever commands he had for them. They were about to experience an orgy like nothing they could ever have imagined.

Bretal grabbed Mother Superior�s shoulders and spun her around to face Slarn. With a quick movement Bretal grabbed hold of her robes and opened them to expose her large naked breasts to their eyes.

�Slarn, this is Mother Superior. She�s a Slut Nun� they all are,� he swept his hand around the room and the three newcomers all began to laugh evilly.

�That�s delightful,� Slarn grinned, and then pointed at her. �May I?�

Bretal nodded, and Slarn sprang forwards knocking her back onto the ground, his now erect cock bobbing between his legs.

�I have heard that human pussy is very nice?�

�You�ll love it,� laughed Bretal as he watched his comrades descend upon the sisters like a pack of hungry wolves. �Delicious.�

Epilogue

Bretal had spent a few more months at the convent training his new acolytes in their duties and then decided it was time to spread his teachings.

He had left Mother Superior and most of the other Nuns and was only accompanied by a handful of sisters, who catered to his every whim.

Mother Superior was well versed in his methods and could show his brother and their �friends� how to go about recruiting new initiates, and how to look after his flock while he was gone. He knew they�d have fun together while he was away.

Bretal looked at the town before him, a larger place than the new village he had just come from. He had departed from there after a week, having left every women of breeding age carrying his child. He was pleased with the work he had performed so far, and he had liked the sound of this city when he had heard tell of it.

There were so many choices here, so many tempting ideas of what he could do next, he was unsure of what to do first, and then he heard a sound, slightly off in the distance. He looked up and saw where it was coming from and he grinned. He walked through the city, directing his pregnant nuns to follow behind him as he strode up to the gates.

He pressed his hand against the metal sign on the wall and rang the bell.

�Here we are ladies, somewhere pleasant to spend the night,� he smiled as a younger nun opened the gates of the convent, as the convent bell high above them rang again calling the sisters all in for the day.

�Good evening Sister. We have been travelling and need lodgings for the night, could you help us?�

�Of course Father, please come in and make yourself at home.�

�Oh I will,� he grinned as he grabbed hold of the arsecheeks of the surprised young nun and gave her am open mouth kiss as he groped her firm buttocks.

�Yes, I think we�ll be very happy here,� he led his nuns inside, past the stunned sister and closed the gates behind them.

�Could you take me to the Mother Superior please?� he smiled and licked his lips, just like a carnivore about to devour a tasty morsel.

�Yes Father, it�s this way,� she turned and hurried off into the complex, her face bright red from embarrassment.

�I think we�ll fit right in here ladies, what do you think?�

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