Samantha’s mouth popped off his cock. “I did it,” she moaned, her eye squeezing shut, her cheeks flushed. “Yes, yes, Joy, I did it.”
“Now you get to cum, slut,” purred Joy.
The sluts kissed as Samantha orgasmed. She moaned into Joy’s lips. Samantha shivered and her back arched. She broke the kiss, tossing back her head to scream out her pleasure. Her voice echoed through the van.
Father Augustine planted, his body buzzing with bliss as he focused on the road. Chicago’s downtown approached, looked over by Faust Tower. It dominated the Chicago skyline, rising taller than Willis Tower.
The feminine voice whispered. Damien and Abigail would come to the tower. He had to start his mission from there. Faust was in danger. It was his holy mission to protect it. I’ll protect Faust and cleanse the world of Damien and Abigail.
The feminine voice laughed. And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure.
“Amen,” groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his words.
His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city.
Father Augustine’s instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely could be this effective. Fear laced the air. The priest’s forehead furrowed.
The feminine voice soothed away his concerns. Do not worry. Just follow my commands, and I shall continue to bless you.
“I will.”
“Will what, Father?” asked Donna.
“Protect Faust and follow our holy mission.”
“Amen,” breathed Samantha.
The feminine voice’s whispered instructions guided Father Augustine. He turned into the parking garage’s entrance, driving down a ramp to a heavy, metal gate blocking the entrance. Electric engines whirled and the gate rose, the metal clinking. The priest drove into the garage, lit by harsh yellows, while the gate dropped down behind them. He drove the van through the near empty garage.
Three men waited by the elevator. A limousine was parked nearby. Augustine pulled into the nearest parking spot and examined the three men. All were fit, strong men, trained and carrying handguns beneath their suit jackets. One was Black, the other two White.
“Be on guard,” Augustine said.
We will, Father, answered Joy, her voice cold, calm. In the rear view mirror, Augustine observed the subtle change cross over each woman. The communion he had given them strengthened their bodies and sharpened their reflexes.
Father Augustine climbed out and faced the men. The van’s side door rasped open and then closed. His women appeared surrounding the priest as his guard. The men at the elevator tensed, recognizing the danger the women presented.
“Faust is expecting you,” a guard said in a Texan twang. “You must be something special to get him to leave a party early.”
“I’m here to protect him,” Father Augustine answered.
The blond guard snorted. In a German accent he said, “We protect the boss.”
“Not from the threat that faces him. I know how to fight and kill vampires.”
“So do we,” rumbled the Black man.
“Faust wants to see ’em,” the Texan said with a shrug. “Ain’t really matter beyond that.”
The Black man grunted then hit the call button on the elevator. He motioned inside. “Let’s go. Faust’s waiting.”
Father Augustine and his whores stepped into the elevator. The three men followed and hit the 112th floor. The top floor. Augustine wasn’t surprised that one of the richest and most powerful man in the world had his office all the way at the top of the tallest building in America.
The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores.
His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores’ holes. Britney’s cunt. What a sweet delight it will be to watch mother lick my seed from her slattern daughter’s cunt.
The elevator doors opened.
Signs in the lobby pointed right for the public observation deck and restaurant. To the left was a set of double doors made of rich mahogany and locked by a card key entry system. The German produced a card key, swiped it, and the doors slid open on silent actuators. The doors were thick, the mahogany hiding reinforced steel. Beyond lay a spacious and well-furnished reception area, Faust’s executive assistant’s desk empty at this early hour. A set of frosted, glass doors had Faust Crespo, CEO written in gold lettering.
The German led Augustine and his women across the room to the glass doors. The other two bodyguards brought up the rear. The ecstatic tremble of the feminine voice shook the priest. He drew in a deep breath, eager to meet the reclusive billionaire who was said to suffer from porphyria and could not expose his skin to sunlight.
The doors opened. Faust stood at the large windows, looking out at the slumbering city of Chicago. He was a tall man with a powerful presence. He turned, dressed in a tailored, black, Italian suit and blood-red tie, a glass held in his hand. A red, thick liquid brimmed in it.
Shock hit Augustine as Faust drank not a rich, red wine but blood. Vampire.
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The demon Jezebel had prepared for this moment. Father Augustine hadn’t accepted the truth of his situation. He would. Remember the rewards. He has to be protected, and the rewards will be so worth it. Young, hot cunt on your dick. Busty MILFs sucking on your cock behind their husbands’ backs. You just have to have faith in me. Relax.
But…
She flooded his mind with fantasies of mother and daughter sixty-nining, licking his cum out of each other’s taboo cunts. This will be yours. Trust me. Serve me, and you shall experience delights only the most perverse could imagine.
Lust flooded the priest. He wanted that perverse delight. His corruption outweighed his conscience. Yes. I will do anything for that.
Good. Now let me speak to Faust.
The priest didn’t fight as she seized control of his body. Her full possession wouldn’t last long. Augustine was too much of a free agent for that. But, it would be enough for her to speak directly to her client and warn him of the danger. As she took control, the priest’s posture shifted and changed as her feminine demeanor took over. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips.
“Well, you are still doing well for yourself, Faust,” Jezebel purred through the priest’s baritone. She strode from the priest’s sluts. They gasped and whispered awed prayers, no doubt believing the Holy Ghost had possessed their priest.
Useful idiots.
“Yes, our bargain has been more than satisfactory.” He held up his glass of blood to her.
Jezebel shook her head. “It would only make my host vomit when I released control.”