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When an former nun leaves the convent she finds herself chosen as the next virgin sacrifice to evil...
Amelia by jules © 2002
Sister Amelia sat pensively in the hard pine chair as she waited for Mother Superior to come in. The midday sun was beginning to wan, but its glare was shining brightly in her eyes. She would have loved to pull the blinds closed. However, she knew that Mother would be upset if she changed anything in her office.
Just as her fingers started drumming a Nine Inch Nails song, the hinges on the door made a loud creaking sound. Amelia jumped up.
"Good afternoon Sister Amelia."
"Good afternoon Mother."
"I guess this is the last time we will be having a conversation like this. Won't it?"
"Yes Mother. I received my paperwork today, I'm no longer a sister. But I'm sure you already know that."
"I know. I just wanted to call you that once more. Your bags are packed and waiting in the hallway, will you be leaving us this evening?"
"Yes Mother, as soon as we are done here, I 'll be leaving."
The older woman opened her arms and Amelia ran to her. Mother Superior held her tightly and kissed the younger woman's forehead and said, "God's speed and his love to you."
Amelia then ran out of the room with her tears flowing. She had to leave while she still had the nerve to do so.
The handy man of the convent put her luggage into the trunk of her rental car. She quickly thanked him and jumped behind the driver's seat. Amelia started the engine and peeled rubber out of the wrought iron gate.
For the first time in her adult life, she was free to be and to do whatever she wanted to do. The day after she had graduated from high school she had entered the life of the convent. With a marketable degree, she should have no difficulty finding a job, and then she would worry about finding somewhere near work to live.
The sun had set and the full moon was rising. Amelia was traveling down the bay highway with the windows down to enjoy the liberating scent of the salt ocean. She noticed however that it was rapidly getting cooler since sunset.
It seemed rather odd that on such a lovely evening there was so little traffic sharing the road with her. The more she thought about it the more she looked to see another vehicle, but there was no one. For miles and miles, she went and there was no other person, car, truck or bus to be located.
Amelia started getting sleepy and was rather perplexed that she couldn't find the exit for the motel that she had made a reservation with. For that matter the more she looked the more she noticed there were no exit makers.
Fear was gripping her from the bowels up. Her sweaty hands were sliding on the steering wheel and beads of perspiration were starting to roll down her temples.
Think clearly Amelia. When you started driving this afternoon, you got on the correct highway. She thought it through and remembered the visual clues that verified this to her analytical mind. Nevertheless, if I got on the correct highway and I made no turns... "Where in the hell am I?"
Just as she was about to grind her teeth flat she saw a street light up ahead shining on an exit sign. It was her exit marker "I can't believe it. I've been saved."
She turned on her blinker and veered into the exit lane. Several convenience stores were open as well as restaurants that all looked to be doing a good business and the area well lit.
A sense of relief filled her and she let out an audible sigh. The sign for her motel was off to the right and she turned into the parking lot, again feeling like a million bucks.
Bells chimed as she opened the door to the manager's office. The room contained the oddest assortment of men and women she had ever seen in one spot. Again, the hair on the back of her neck started to rise.
"Amelia, come sign the guest book. We were beginning to worry about you. It's getting late and you know it's just not as safe as it use to be for a lovely lady like yourself to be traveling alone. You never know just what you might run into."
"How do you know my name?" Amelia was startled and scared that the pasty looking man with greasy hair knew her name.
"Why you're the only one we have registered for this evening. You're are guest of honor."
"Wait a min... What are you talking about?"
"We've been expecting you for a long time now dear."
She ran for the door and gave the knob a hardy turn, but it was no use, the door was locked. She quickly turned and saw the assortment of oddities were now out of their seats and moving toward her. Her hands rose to her face and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Then she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
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Her eyelashes were fluttering as her body thrashed from side to side in the bed.
"Be still child, you have nothing to fear."
Amelia opened her eyes and tugged at the restraints that she found binding her wrists and ankles. A piece of cloth was balled up, shoved in her mouth, and covered with duct tape. She was unable to utter the screaming that she was hearing in her head.
The room was black except for candlelight. It looked as if a thousand eyes were staring down at her. Again she tried to break her bondage, but it was to no avail.
"Do not fight. It will serve you no good. You have been chosen and you must accept your fate."
Her eyes implored him for an explanation to what he said and what was happening to her. It was then that she realized that she was lying naked before all of the staring eyes. Again, she tried to scream but she was the only one who heard it.
"Our master has waited a very long time for one such as yourself. You should feel very proud and honored that he has chosen you." The pasty little man reached down and pinched Amelia's already hard nipples. He made a rather lecherous smile as both hands now pinched her breasts and nipples.
She tried to fight but there was nothing she could do. She was totally vulnerable and defenseless.
His greasy hair fell across her face as he leaned over and bit at her neck while his fingers made their way to her hairy black pussy. Reaching it he dipped his fingers in roughly when...
"STOP."
"Lord, I was just testing to see if she was really a virgin for you. I wouldn't want anyone to try and hoodwink you."
"Then stop trying to hoodwink me. You fat old goat." He no sooner said the words then the pasty man turned into a four legged, fat, old goat. It squealed wildly as it ran out of the room.
Amelia was beside herself with relief. She had no idea who that handsome stranger was but he had saved her from that wicked man. Her eyes looked up to him and motioned to her restraints.
"No Amelia. I did not stop him to rescue you. I stopped him because you are mine." A terrifying and horrendous laugh rolled off his tongue. The sound of evil filled the room and his handsome mask disappeared. His true appearance was morphing before her eyes.
Amelia couldn't look. It was he, evil incarnate himself.
"Yes Amelia, that's right look away from me. She who is pure of heart, mind, and soul will burn instantaneously should she look into my eyes.
No longer young and attractive he now reeked and smelled of his own middle name, evil. Standing more the six feet tall, his body covered in scales with ooze leaking out around them. His fingernails looked more like claws and his tail was long and wound around his leg.
"You think I'm Satan don't you? However, I am not. I am in actuality his much lesser known son, Zertan. My father was not pleased when he found out he had an offspring. In fact, he was rather pissed to put it mildly. So to appease him I must fuck and sacrifice a virgin every one thousand years. Not your lucky day Amelia."
Tears were flowing freely and she twisted and turned on what she now knew to be an altar.
His claw touched her skin and burned her flesh. She tried to move away but there was no place to move. Slowly he dragged the claws down her torso and then her thighs. "What a delightfully perfect body you have my dear."
Zertan's claw ruffled her black curly pubic hear, and he smiled. He moved closer and with his nose right above her thighs, he savored the scent of her muskiness.
"What a joy it will be to split you with my organ," he said as he unwound what she thought was his tail from around his leg. He climbed the altar, preparing to straddle her when...
"STOP."
"Who dares-father?"
"Yes, your father dares."
"But father I was just going to make ready your sacrifice."
"No, you can't use this one. She is an imposter."
"But she left the convent just today father."
"Yes, but she left because she had a lover. She is not pure of heart, mind or soul."
The room filled with disappointed sighs. None of which were louder then Zertan's.
"Be gone all of you. I will handle this matter from here."
The spectators left in a flash and just Amelia and him remained in the room. His arrival had done nothing to dissuade her fears as she continued to pull at her binding.
The imposing figure dropped his robe to the floor and climbed the altar. He straddled her loins and pushed his great cock into her seeping wet slit. His hands reached up and pulled hard on her nipples.
Her pelvis lifted to meet his shaft. Her eyes rolled back as he pinched and twisted her hard nipples.
His hips move back and forth into her bucking sex. Her juice was coating his meat and the wet slushy sound of their sex filled the empty room. Again he rammed into her hard and then began to tremble. His body went rigid and he voiced an incredible growling noise before he filled her with his terrible seed.
He then moved off the altar and removed her gag. However, before she could make a sound his cock had replaced the ball of cloth. He grabbed her hair and pumped his semi-hard cock back and forth into her dry and aching mouth.
"I do enjoy fucking the whore's mouth. Take all of me and make me shoot my seed down your throat."
She sucked as he pulled her face so close to him that her nose pressed against his groin. His cock buried deep in her throat. He wiggled his hips and rotated his cock in her oral pussy. "Yes," he cried aloud as he again shot his cum inside of her.
When he again could stand he removed the shackles from her wrists and ankles, and helped her to stand.
She dropped to her knees and said, "permission to speak sir?"
"Yes pet."
"Thank you master."