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The Damned

Chapter 1

By William W. Kelso

Veronica pulled over to the side of the road with a frustrated hiss, and grabbing the roadmap in anger unfolded the waded up mess and looked at it again. Where in the fucking Hell am I?? She thought. She'd tried to take a short cut to avoid the heavy traffic in the more built up area around the city and was now totally, completely, lost. And the stupid map was useless! First she'd run into road construction, taken a detour, and ended up on some shitty little country two lane that finally petered out into a rutted gravel road. It had been raining, and she hadn't dared try to turn around as she was positive she'd get her nice new beamer stuck in the muddy bar ditch, and God knew when someone else would come along, and with her luck it would be Freddy Krueger. So she kept driving down the crappy road nice and slow, trying to see in the pouring rain. She hadn't seen a road sign or anything for miles, and couldn't even find the dirt road on the stupid map anywhere. For all she knew she'd driven off the area covered by the map anyway. She wadded it up again to vent her anger, and chucked it back on the floor. Biggest waste of $5.00 she'd ever spent. Stupid fucking USELESS map! Plus her roommates directions had been utter CRAP too. She was really regretting her decision to accept the offer to spend the holiday weekend at her roomies house. Betty's parents were gone on holiday, so it would have been fun, IF she could find the dump. But she had a feeling she was nowhere near it.

She jumped and squealed as a wicked flash of lightening lit up the area, and the following crack of thunder hurt her ears. But in the brief light she saw an old weathered sign "Duncanville, Pop. 150, 2 miles". Well, at last! She could get directions there. So she pulled out onto the lousy so-called road again, and drove carefully through the pouring rain, her headlights barely illuminating the dark woods bordering the road. All of a sudden something big ran across the road, and she slammed on the brakes. Shit! What the Hell had that been! It had been an animal, she'd seen the fur, but she swore it was standing on its hind legs!! And the large eyes had reflected the light, almost like they were glowing. Creepy! She started driving again, a little faster. She didn't see the figure walk out into the road and stare after her dwindling tail lights, eyes glowing, water dripping from its fur.

Slowly the road gave away to asphalt again, but it was potholed and looked like it hadn't been maintained in years, except for maybe some gravel thrown in the worse holes. Driving on it was worse than the gravel road had been. Veronica winced as a tire dropped into another hole with a loud 'thud', crap, she thought; that can NOT be good for the suspension! Suddenly her headlights began to illuminate buildings in the now drizzling rain. She felt her hopes plummet, most looked abandoned, windows vacant and gaping, doors boarded up or even missing. Great, I've managed to find the only ghost town in the whole damn state! She drove slowly down the dark street, but finally saw a dim light up ahead. Driving past a large old fashioned courthouse or municipal building of some kind she saw the light was coming from a flickering neon sign that read "Duncanville Diner, Open 24hrs". There were a few older model cars and some really beat up looking pickups in the parking lot. Well, she thought, looks like I've found the local hot spot, NOT.

As she looked at the rather unpromising diner she didn't see the huge pothole in the road, and with a loud 'bang!' one of the car's tires slid into it, and when it came out; as she tried to hold onto the wheel, the tire was noticeably leaning and wobbling. Oh fucking fantastic!!! She thought, a perfect ending to a perfect day! This just gets better and better, who the Hell did I piss off?? She managed to pull the car into the diner's parking lot, and getting out crouched and looked at the most definitely messed up tire. Well, at least it had happened in a town, and not the middle of nowhere. She looked around, and did a reassessment; this WAS the middle of nowhere. With a weary self-suffering sigh she straightened up, and entered the diner.

As Veronica entered the diner there was sudden silence, and the few occupants all turned to look at her, and their looks weren't exactly...friendly. She'd thought the place had no windows it had been so dark; other then the sign, but now she realized they had been covered with dark paneling. Weird. And the people were...weird too, as in kind of scary. Most were men, and everyone one was wearing old fashioned looking clothes. The woman had on honest-to-God bonnets or scarves, dull dark colored long skirts and blouses, and the men wore dark pants and white long sleeve shirts and most had beards. Oh my God, Veronica thought, they're Amish, somehow I've ended up in Pennsylvania, boy am I lost!

Finally one woman; obviously a waitress, gave her a big fake smile, and said, "Hi Miss, welcome to the Duncanville Diner, what can I get you?"

"Well, Veronica said, coffee would be nice, and a menu. And do you have a garage or repair shop around here? I think my car is broken."

"Well, the waitress said, there's Sam's, but he's closed right now. But as luck would have it he's here right now having the usual blue plate special. Sam!! Lady has a problem with her car!"

Veronica watched as one of the biggest men she'd ever seen slowly got up and came over. Jeez, she thought, he looks like Lurch! She half expected him to say 'You rang?'

"What's the problem Miss?" The huge man asked, and she didn't care for the way he looked at her, like she was naked or had two heads. Veronica realized that by local standards she was pretty immodestly dressed, with her shorts and skimpy top. Probably giving all the local yokels a real thrill, she thought. They're probably never even seen their wives boobs.

"I hit a big pothole and my right front tire is missed up, Veronica said, my beamer is parked out front."

"Beamer?" The man said, puzzled.

"You know, BMW, made in Germany." Veronica replied. Duh.

"Oh, one of them foreign ones, not many of them around here, the man said, I'll take a look, see if I can do anything."

"Thanks, Veronica said, here are the keys."

About that time the waitress returned with her coffee and a rather limited menu. "Mmm, Veronica said, good coffee."

"Fresh ground, the waitress said, we don't like that instant stuff around here. Sam will fix up your car just fine, he's a good smithy and mechanic. Now, what'll you have?"

Smithy?? Veronica thought, jeez, they really must be Amish or something. But at she hadn't seen any wagons out front. "Oh, I'll just have a burger and fries, and chocolate milk." She told the waitress.

"Sure thing, the woman said, you want tomatoes and onions on your burger?"

"Sure, load it up." Veronica replied.

As she waited for the food Veronica tried to ignore the rather blatant and obvious stares some of the men were giving her. About all they weren't doing was drooling. When the waitress brought her milk, she asked.

"Pardon me, but are you folks Amish or Mennonites?"

The woman gave an amused snort, and said, "Oh, Hell no honey, we just like things nice and simple. Hear that folks, she thought we were Amish!!" Which resulted in a round of laughter and snickering. At least it seemed to break the ice a little, and most of the people turned back to their meals.

Har de har, har, thought Veronica, creeps. They looked like they all got their clothes at the local Boutique and Farm Supply. About that time Sam came back in, dripping wet, and said,

"Yup, your front tire is messed up good, looks like the struts are bent, and maybe the ball joint too. I'll need to take it to the shop, but can't until tomorrow. It's pouring again like a sum-bitch."

"Now Sam, you watch language!" The waitress said, and then said to Veronica. "Sorry about that, he's a bit rough around the edges, but he'll fix your car up, don't worry about that."

"Well, thanks." I guess, Veronica thought. "Is there a hotel where I can spend the night?"

"Only place is Eleanor's, the waitress said, but it's more of a boarding house. But I'm sure she can fix you up for the night. I can run you over to her place after you finish eating; I'm getting off about then."

"Well, OK", Veronica said, not exactly enthusiastic. Boarding house?? Beat sleeping in the car though. Beamers might be classy, but were low on creature comforts. About then the waitress brought her dinner, and she realized just how hungry she was as she started to stuff her face. It was good too, the burger was huge. When she was done she left a big tip, the food had been surprisingly good, and the bill was cheap. After clearing the table the waitress came back for her, and said,

"Come on, I called Eleanor and she has a room you can have for the night for $15.00. That OK?"

Bet it's a dump, Veronica thought. "Sure", she said.

"You ready?" The waitress asked.

"Anytime." Veronica replied, getting up to follow the woman. Sam had been right, it was raining like a 'sum bitch'. She was drenched by the time she got her bag out of the beamer and they reached the waitress's car, a very beat up old Fold LTD. At least it ran good though, and the heater worked. Eleanor's 'boarding house' wasn't far, and she could have walked there in ten minutes on a nice night. As she ran to the front entrance she got drenched again. Once she got there she turned and waved to the waitress, but she was already gone, her cars tail lights fading into the rain, one not working. Well, thanks, I guess, she thought.

She knocked on the door, and was starting to think she'd been dropped off at the wrong place as it took forever until the door finally opened. It was opened by a rather rotund older woman, who looked at her disapprovingly. "You the one Alice called about?" She asked.

"Alice? Veronica said, oh, the waitress from the diner! Yes, she said you had a room for me."

"Yep, that Alice, the woman said. Sorry to keep you waiting, I was getting the spare room ready. Come on it, ain't a fit night out for man nor beast."

Or a woman, Veronica thought, as she entered what looked more like an old mansion or something other then a 'boarding house'. It sure didn't look like a motel. The interior reminded her of her grandparent's old place. Kind of run-down, but comfortable. But at least it wasn't the 'Bates Motel'.

She followed the large old woman down a hallway, and the woman opened a door and said, "Here it is, all I've got right now, but has its own bath. I put fresh linen on the bed, and clean towels in the bath. If you like it that'll be $15.00, cash."

Well, Veronica thought, not bad at all. The furniture all looked antique, but was in good shape, and the bed was huge and soft looking. Sure beat a Motel-6 for $100! She gave the lady a twenty, and the old woman promised to have her change in the morning. Then shut the door as she left.

Veronica put her bag on top of chest of drawers and opened it. She hadn't planned on spending the night anywhere but her friends, so hadn't brought a whole lot with her. Clean shirt, socks, couple changes of bras and panties, and basic toiletries. She stripped off the soaking clothes she was wearing, hanging them on hangers in the large closet to hopefully dry out with only minor wrinkling. She hung up her bra and panties too, even they were wet. Then she went into the bathroom, time for a long HOT shower! She brushed her teeth first, and then looked at her naked body in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

Not bad, she thought, her breasts were a nice size, firm and pert, and she had a slim figure, and a nice mons, her vulva well developed and shaven. She turned and looked at her narrow waist and nice tight ass. Looking good! She thought, then slipped into the shower which had finally gotten nice and hot. The shower didn't last as long as she wanted though as the hot water started to run out, and it was barely warm by the time she finished rinsing her short hair. They need a new water heater, she thought.

Then it was bed time, and since she had forgotten to bring any jammies she just slipped into a pair of panties, and then slipped into the bed. It was as soft as it looked, and was huge, a king size at least. She rolled around until she got comfortable, the clean sheets felt lovely rubbing against her large nipples, and she thought about a little bit of self pleasure, but fell asleep while she was thinking. It had been a long day, and she was exhausted. She slept deeply, and never stirred when the light under her door suddenly darkened, and there was a soft snuffling sound, but after awhile her nocturnal 'visitor' left; and nothing else happened. She even slept through the muffled altercation that followed.

"Git, you abomination! Eleanor said, She belongs to the Master, you know that! But you'll have her soon enough. Now git, you know you're not allowed in town unless we call for you! Go back to the others, you don't belong here! Foul thing! Begone!"

Then came a thud, a low whine, and the sound of a door shutting.

Eleanor watched as the shape faded into the night. She'd have to tell the Preacher one of them had strayed into town again, they weren't supposed to that. It wasn't right, foul things. She picked up the phone, and dialed a number on the old rotary phone. When the other end was picked up, she said,

"Preacher? Yes your reverence, it's Eleanor. Oh, you heard? Yes, a young woman, she's staying here. Yes, she's pretty, but a shameless hussy. You should see how she's dressed! Might as well be naked, the slut. Yes, yes preacher, the Master should be pleased. We've needed an offering for some time, but providence has provided. When will the ceremony be?? Yes, that soon?? Good, good, it has been so long. Yes, I can do that preacher. When do you want to collect her? Uh-hmm. I'll see to it, it's an honor to serve the Master! Good bye preacher."

Veronica woke up later in the morning, she'd really slept in. She'd been worn out from her 'adventure' the day before, and the hot shower and soft bed had conspired to make her sleep much later than usual. Not that she had anything to do anyway, so that was OK. She was stuck in this fly speck of a town until her car was repaired. And thinking about it, she decided to head on over to 'Goober's Garage' and see if 'Lurch' had gotten anything done. She took another quick shower, cleaned up, put on her most 'conservative' clothes, basically long jeans and a blouse, and went to find her 'hostess'. She realized the 'boarding house' was exactly that, someone's house where they rented out rooms, but she appeared to be the only tenant. She found the old lady sitting in a chair in the large front den, or sitting room, or office, or whatever it was. The lady wasn't exactly unfriendly, but certainly wasn't overjoyed to see Veronica either. Reserved and courteous was the best was to describe it. She gave Veronica her change from the night before, and told her how to get to the gas station, which was only a few blocks away, and then pretty much ignored her. Well, thanks very little, Veronica thought as she left the 'Boarding House'.

As she walked down the street the few people she passed; or that drove by, all stared at her rather rudely. It creeped her out, she almost felt like she was naked. If she had been she doubted the stares would have been much different. Creeps, she thought. Probably all have the same last name, bunch of inbred rubes. She found "Samuel's Filling Station and Garage' fairly easily, except for a general store and diner it seemed to be the only business still in business. The rest of the small downtown area seemed to be pretty much dead, and buried. And other then the police station/courthouse that was pretty much it. Bet this place really jumps on Saturday nights, she thought as she entered the rather dilapidated Garage.

"Hello??" Veronica called, letting the door close behind her. The place was pretty tidy, but from the dust looked like it was abandoned too. The calendar on the wall was ten years old. "Hello, anyone here?" She jumped when a voice replied,

"I hear your woman, no need to yell, ah ain't deaf."

Veronica squeaked in surprise, she still didn't see anybody. "H-hello?"

"You blind woman, I'm over here!" The voice came again.

Veronica moved to the counter, and to her amazement a very small little old lady was sitting in a worn out easy chair on the other side. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall, if that, and reminded her of 'Granny' from the old Beverly Hillbillies show. The old lady looked back at her, eyes squinting, and said,

"You're that city lady whose car Sam brought in, ain't ya?"

"Um, yes Ma'am, has he had any luck with it?"

"Hell if I know, the old lady said, then hollered, SAM, you get in here boy, we got a customer!"

A door opened and the tall gawky man Veronica had seen the night before came shuffling in. He looked even more like Lurch in the daylight. Geez, she thought; a giant and a midget. Where were the fat woman and the dogface girl? She wondered if maybe this was some sort of town where Carnie's wintered or something, but she thought they were all in Florida.

"Oh, hello, Sam said. I looked at your car and the tie rods are bent, plus the ball joint is shot. I can't do nothing right now, gots to order the parts. Be a couple of days."

Well, crap, Veronica thought. Scratch her weekend getaway, looks like she was stuck in Wonderland for the weekend, whoop-de-doo. Well, at least the food at the local greasy spoon was good, and her room at the boarding house was cheap and fairly comfortable, if a little Spartan. Didn't even have an outlet for her laptop!

"Well, thanks, Veronica said. I'm staying at the boarding house, just call when my car is ready. See you later."

"Take care dearie" the old woman said as Veronica left, while Sam just stared, his expression unreadable. If she'd looked in the bay her car was in she'd have noticed that the wheel was still on, and it hadn't been touched.

"She's perfect, the old lady said, the Master will be most pleased, praise his name." Sam still didn't say anything, just stared after the girl.

Not really wanting to go back to her room, Veronica decided to take a look around and see the local 'sights', or lack thereof. She'd seen plenty of small dying towns before, but this one was pitiful. The only building that looked fairly well maintained was a large white church, the paint fresh and clean. There was something a little 'off' about it, but she couldn't quite pin it down. As she walked by a slender man dressed in dark clothes watched her from one of the windows, and he nodded in satisfaction. Yes, she would do most nicely. He had almost had to choose from amongst the brethren for the offering, but the Master had provided.

Veronica soon tired of her 'tour' of the downtown area, the place was making her depressed. The few people she'd seen had been downright skittish, and the even fewer children had run when they saw her. Jeez, you'd think I had leprosy or something, she thought. And the one or two people she'd tried to talk to had been rather rude; one lady had just stared at her like she was from outer space. She had a feeling if she'd said 'boo' the lady would have screamed and ran. Once a patrol car had driven slowly by, it was about fifteen years old, and the officer behind the wheel had looked at her from behind dark sunglasses. She had a feeling he was just itching to 'run her in'. Maybe being from out of town was a crime around here. This place sucks, she thought, then headed back for the boarding house. But first she'd stop at the diner for a late lunch. She could go for another burger.

The same waitress, her name really was Alice according to her nametag, escorted her to a booth and brought her food. The place was 'packed', there must have been almost eight people there. There was an old jukebox, but it was dusty and looked unused. The only sounds were those of cutlery and some smacks and slurps as the people ate. She was busy eating her own food and didn't notice at first when the door opened, and the place suddenly became very quiet.

Alice looked up as the door opened, and blanched. It was the Reverend! With a shaky smile she greeted him,

"Reverend, what an honor, what can I get you?"

The man smiled; but it never reached his eyes, and said, "Nothing, thank you Alice, I'm just here to greet our...guest."

Alice just smiled some more, and gave a nervous little bow, and gestured at the booth in the back of the diner. "She's over there, Reverend."

"Yes, I noticed, thank you." The man said, and then ignoring Alice he walked over to the booth, and looked down at the woman, who had yet to notice him. Yes, he thought, she is much nicer than most of the other offerings had been. The Master would indeed be pleased.

Veronica finally noticed the quiet, and looking up almost choked on a French fry as she found a man standing there and looking down at her. Where the fuck had he come from?! The man was dressed in a dark suit with a white collar, and looked like a Catholic priest. While nominally a Catholic herself, Veronica hadn't been to mass since she was about thirteen.

"Ulp, gag, S-sorry Father, didn't see you standing there!" Veronica finally managed to choke out.

"It's Reverend, child, the man said, are you all right?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, Veronica replied, bit of food just went down the wrong way. Don't you hate it when that happens?"

"Indeed, most unpleasant", the man said, staring at Veronica with an intensity that bordered on blatant rudeness, she felt like she was under a microscope. What IS it with these people, she thought?

"Um, what can I do for you Fath...Reverend?" Veronica asked.

"Oh, forgive me, the Reverend said, I just wanted to greet you personally, we don't get many visitors way out here. May I ask what brought you to our rather backwards little community?"

"No particular reason, Veronica replied, I got lost in the storm, the road map made no sense, and my car broke down. Pretty common occurrence I guess."

"Well, welcome, the man said, we are glad to see you. Sam is a talented mechanic, I have no doubt he will have your vehicle repaired and good as new in the near future. Now I have duties to attend to, enjoy your stay. Good day."

Veronica watched as the man left, and as soon as the door closed the people went back to their meals, all avoiding looking at her. She realized it had been totally quiet the whole time the man had been in the diner.

"Who the heck was that?" She asked Alice as the waitress refilled her glass of tea.

"Him? Alice said nervously, that was the Reverend Wright, he's our...spiritual leader."

And I'll bet he burns people at the stake if they miss Sunday School; Veronica thought, but didn't say it out loud. The man had given her the heebie-jeebies, she'd felt, well, dirty, when he was staring at her. It was like he could see right through her, nothing was hidden from that gaze. He was a handsome man, but dark and gaunt, and his eyes, uh! They had the burning intensity of a fanatic. She wondered what denomination his church was, bet it was the 'Church of St. Looney' or something. She had not liked the way he looked at her, but he had been courteous enough. In fact she didn't like the way ANY one in this burg looked at her. She felt like the only black person at a KKK rally.

As the Reverend Wright entered his church he approached the large altar and bowed his head. "Master, we have an offering for you." He said reverently.

"Yes, I noticed, a sibilant voice said out of the thin air, she is quite nice. Bring her to me on the morrow's eve. Have the faithful gather for the ceremony of cleansing."

"It shall be as you say, Master." Reverend Wright replied, and he began to make the preparations. The altar must be clean and spotless, the trappings and other ceremonial adornments perfect. Otherwise the consequences could be...unpleasant.

Veronica, tired of the sights and friendly people of Duncanville, decided to go back to her room at the boarding house; at least it was comfortable and private. She could catch up on some work on her laptop. Beat wandering around this dump, if a bunch of zombies showed up it wouldn't surprise her, but how would she tell them from the 'normal' folks? She wasn't looking forward to spending Sunday here either, Saturday had been a total loss, but hopefully her car would be ready by Monday. Then she could go home and dump on her friend for her shitty directions. She messed around on her laptop, before finally cleaning up and going to bed, and slept peacefully. There was no midnight visitor that evening.

Sunday morning came and she slept in late again, no reason not to, but finally dragged herself out of bed for a late breakfast, or early lunch, take your pick. The diner was open, so she had a big plate of eggs & ham, waffles, and OJ. As she walked back to the boarding house she noticed there were a lot more cars parked around town, and the church seemed to be open for business, people coming and going. Well, it was Sunday after all. She endured the rude stares again as she walked back to the boarding house, and was have tempted to flip the bird at a few of the more blatant oglers, but they'd probably have heart attacks. Jerks, she thought.

Reverend Wright surveyed his preparations. Yes, everything was ready, it would be dark soon, and it was almost time. He turned to a group of men, who had been watching, and said,

"Bring her to the temple in an hour's time, and as soon as the brethren have all assembled we shall began the cleansing." The men nodded solemnly, and left immediately.

As Veronica entered the boarding house she didn't see the watcher in the woods across the road, its eyes fixed on her. It wanted to go to her, warn her, but knew it dared not, so it just watched with resignation. After she entered the house it turned and disappeared back into the still dark woods.

Veronica looked up in surprise as the door of her room suddenly burst open and several men entered.

"What the Hell do you want?" She asked, standing up from where she'd been working on her laptop at the table.

"You're coming with us slut, one man said, the Reverend wants to see you."

"Like Hell, she replied, fuck you AND the Reverend! Get the Hell out of my room you assholes!"

"Blasphemy! Hold they tongue, wretch!" One of the men said, as they moved forward.

Veronica kicked the man who'd spoken in the nuts with a snap kick, and he went down with a very startled; and pain filled, look on his face. But despite her self defense training there were too many of them, and she was soon securely held between two of them as they dragged her from her room, two others helping the first man, another nursing a busted lip. She'd gotten in a few more good licks. As they dragged her out of the house she saw Eleanor, and yelled,

"Call the police, help me!!" She was shocked when the old lady walked up to her, and slapping her brutally, said,

"Hold your tongue harlot, do not speak to decent people! You must be chastised!"

What the...?? Veronica thought, as she was dragged out the front door of the house, to find a large crowd of people waiting. They stared at her with an intensity that terrified her; it was the blank mindless stares of fanatics. The crowd followed as she was taken towards the church, and she saw the 'Reverend' waiting on the front steps. As they neared the church a police car pulled up and parked, and the same cop she'd seen earlier got out.

"You're a policeman, she yelled, for God's sake HELP me, these people are crazy!"

His only response was to punch her in the stomach, knocking the breath out her in a painful wheeze, leaving her gasping. "Be quiet, bitch." The cop snarled.

"Now, now Officer Conrad, the Reverend said, while I admire your zeal we don't want to damage her, the Master would not be...pleased."

The cop visibly blanched, and stuttered, "S-sorry Reverend, I got carried away."

"That's OK Conrad, no harm done. The Reverend replied, and then said to the men holding the woman, take her inside and prepare her."

Veronica was still trying to get her breath back as the men dragged her up the steps and into the church. Inside it was dim, the only lighting being provided by candles and hooded lanterns. She gagged a little bit, and raised her head to look around. At first it looked pretty much like any country church, a large rectangular building, pews with an aisle down the center, and a raised dais with an altar at the front with a podium flanked by tall glazed windows. As they got closer she noticed a couple of things that were different however. The first was, there was no cross, and the second was, the 'altar' was a large slab of stone etched with strange looking runes. She was dragged up to the altar, and while the men held her others stripped her naked despite her frantic struggles and vocal protests.

"Mother fuckers, you let me GO!! God damned perverts!!" Veronica shrieked as her bra and panties were ripped off by eager hands, and more than a few copped a feel.

Next they forced her to bend down over the altar, and her wrists and ankles were secured by heavy manacles, her legs spread with her arms stretched out in front of her. The cold stone of the altar felt greasy, and her naked skin cringed from the contact with it.

"Let me GO!!" She pleaded, terrified. She lifted her head and watched as the "Reverend' approached the altar, and stepped behind the podium. He looked at her, and said,

"Do not worry, you are about to experience a great honor, your sacrifice will not be in vain."

S-sacrifice?? She thought, "Please, please let me go!" But the Reverend just ignored her.

Veronica watched helplessly as the church began to fill up with silent, but excited looking, 'worshippers'. She didn't bother to plead anymore; she knew it would do no good. Her neck was getting tired, so she lowered her head again, and as she did she caught sight of something painted; or inlaid, in the floor around the altar. She looked up again as several men walked up to onto the platform and put holders containing large black candles in five locations around the altar. Oh my God, she realized, it's a pentagram!! These nut jobs are Satanist's!! They're going to sacrifice me to the devil! She turned her head and looked at the Reverend Nutjob, who was flipping pages in an old worn looking book.

"Please, Veronica begged, you can't do this, can't sacrifice me, its murder! You people are insane!"

"Hush wretch, we do you a great honor, the Reverend replied, your sacrifice will be of great benefit, but do not worry, you will not...die. Now be still, or I will have you gagged so as not to disturb this sacred ceremony."

When Veronica let him know what she thought about his 'sacred ceremony' and where he could stick it, he grimaced and gestured at one of the men, who came forward and slipped a gall gag over her head.

"Umpff, mthrfkrs, ummppffff!" Veronica squealed, staring at the 'worshippers' in contempt, but inside she was utterly terrified. She felt horribly exposed at being naked in front of so many people, her legs spread wide.

"Thank you Samuel, the Reverend said, as usual the outsider cannot appreciate the great honor we are doing her. Now let us proceed brethren, and summon the Master, it is time for a cleansing. Let us hope he will be pleased by our offering."

"All praise the Master" the worshippers intoned.

Veronica squirmed helplessly as the 'ceremony' went on, the Reverend speaking what sounded to her mostly like gibberish. But when the black candles lit by themselves and began to burn brighter and brighter she redoubled her useless efforts to get free. The Reverend started speaking the same phrases over and over, echoed by the people watching from the pews. She heard one word repeated over and over, it sounded like 'Antoc'. The Reverend suddenly started getting louder and louder, and suddenly yelled in a loud voice, echoed in equally loud voices by the worshippers,

"ANTOC, LORD AND MASTER, HEAR THE PLEAS OF THE FAITHFUL, SHOULD IT PLEASE YOU, ATTEND US AND ACCEPT OUR OFFERING, OH GREAT ONE!!"

Veronica gave a muffled shriek as the black candles suddenly flared, and a strong musky eye watering stench filled the air, and raising her head gave a muffled scream as she saw the large creature standing by the altar, looking down at her with a rather pleased look on its bestial muzzle.

"ANTOC!! WELCOME MASTER!!" The Reverend and the faithful moaned in joyous rhapsody, all bowing their heads, some falling to the floor.

"Greetings, the beast said in a rather deep sophisticated sounding voice, is this lovely female my offering??"

Veronica stared in horrified revulsion at the great beast, she wasn't very religious having never been to church since she was a child, and had never thought much about heaven or Hell, but there was no mistaking this...thing for anything but a demon. Like illustrations she'd seen; both in religious texts and cartoons, it was part man and part goat, with maybe a little lizard thrown in, and entirely bestial. It's head was goat like with horns, but it had the fangs of a carnivore and the forked tongue of a reptile, the upper body was human in form and well muscled though it had a coating of thin fur and what looked like small scales, and it's lower body, from what she could see, was covered in lank shaggy fur and it was very obviously male; hugely so, but she couldn't see its feet, or whatever it had. The large bat wings completed the demonic appearance. When it moved it clopped, so she assumed it must have hooves.

"Yes Master, the Reverend said, we hope she will meet with your approval, and is acceptable, and that you will prepare her for the cleansing."

"Hmm, yessss, the thing hissed as it ran a large clawed hand over Veronica's back and rump as it inspected her, yesss, she is certainly no virgin, but otherwise will do nicely. She is much nicer than the usual offerings, I must admit. Yes, I am satisfied with your offering. Let the ceremony continue my faithful."

"ALL PRAISE THE MASTER!! PREPARE YOURSELVES!!" The Reverend intoned, echoed by the faithful, "WE HEAR AND OBEY!"

The beast crouched down and looked Veronica in her wide terrified eyes, and licked her face with its long sinuous tongue, slurping wetly. "Greetings my dear, it said, you and I are going to have so much fun, I will give you so much pleasure!"

"NUUHHHH, Veronica squealed through the gag, NUUHHH, DNT, LEBMLE ALUN!! GWAY!!"

The demon stood up and ran his hand down her body again, and said, "Soon you will be making sounds of pleasure my pet, it has been too long since I have coupled with a mortal female, I shall enjoy this immensely. If you but give in so shall you, but that matters not to me. Now let me have a closer look at what you have to offer your Master, my cock aches for you."

Veronica bucked helplessly as the creature's hands moved over her body, sliding under to fondle her firm breasts, cupping her butt cheeks, running over her back and stomach in gentle caresses that only terrified her even more then if they had been brutal pawing. Somehow such a beast being so gentle was just wrong, and she had a feeling that would change.

Antoc smiled in satisfaction as he finished his inspection of his new slave, and was pleased. She was indeed more pleasing then many of the offerings he received from these idiots, especially the male offerings. Crouching down he spread her ass cheeks with his clawed hands to better reveal her sex, her scent filling his nostrils as he flared them. So pure, so sweet! With an eager slurp he ran his tongue over her pussy, spreading the pink lips as it slid inside, and he smiled as she gave a muffled shriek and bucked. He reached down and rubbed her clitoris between two of his fingers, and her sounds became even louder. No matter how she resisted, he knew her own body would betray her and give him what he wanted. They always did. He ran his tongue in deeper, pressing his muzzle against her mound as he slurped and lapped at her lovely sex.

"Ummfffff, nuuuu, uh uh, nuuugg!!" Veronica gasped into the gag, oh God, what was he doing back there!! He...his tongue was INSIDE her!! This couldn't be happening! Thing like him didn't EXIST! She squealed as he tweaked and rubbed her clitoris, and grunted helplessly as he ravished her with his tongue, "Unngghhh, uh, oh, nuuuhhh, mffffff!"

As Antoc slurped happily at his treat the people in the church began to strip, and soon there was an orgy going on as they released pent up desires and their dark needs with one another, every female with one or more partners, shrieking and moaning in pleasure as they rutted like animals, their eyes on the 'couple' at the altar as the atrocity continued. A young woman crouched in front of Reverend Wright as he took her brutally, grunting, and she squealed in pain and pleasure as he lunged into her again and again.

When Antoc tired of orally pleasuring his new slave; as delightful a treat as it was, and stood back up he was fully aroused and hard, his penis jutting and rampant with need, thick oily pre dripping from the head. With a snarl of anticipation he positioned himself, seating the head of his cock against the woman's wet swollen sex; his tongue had prepared the way nicely, his drool helping to both lube and relax her muscles so she could accommodate him. That was necessary; and enjoyable, as otherwise his huge cock would have torn her sex open. But even so it would be a delightfully tight fit, and it would take some doing to hilt in her, which he was very much looking forward too. He looked at the mindlessly coupling humans, and smiled. Fools.

Veronica tried to ignore the intrusion into her body, the degrading violation of her sex, but what the demon was doing felt so...good, so horribly good, and she could feel her juices flowing as she became more and more aroused no matter how much she fought against it. She was no blushing virgin; and had oral sex before, but this...this was obscene. She moaned as she rested her head on the altar, trying to ignore the wet slurping sounds coming from between her legs as the beast ravished her with its tongue, and watched through a daze of growing pleasure as the worshippers began frenziedly fucking each other in a disgusting orgy as bestial as what was happening to her. Some of the women had more than one partner, eagerly sucking a cock as another plunged into their pussies or asses. It was revolting; there was no love or tenderness about it. It was like they were releasing their pent up sexual needs after years of abstinence. She gasped as the slick tongue suddenly slid from her sex, and then moaned in despair as she knew what was coming next. But it had felt so good, so incredibly good! His tongue had left her sex wet and quivering, her lips swollen and ready.

Veronica tensed as she felt the head of the beasts penis press against her nether lips, but he was just teasing her, and with a deep chuckle he moved down the side of the altar; trailing his claws gently across her body, his hooves clopping hollowly on the wooden floor. She whimpered when his bobbing penis came into view, it must have been at least a foot long, maybe more, the thick massive phallus bestial and inhuman, large black slick balls hanging low between his thighs, and she could smell his thick male scent.

"Well my pretty, the creature said with an evil smile, you are nice and slick, ripe and ready, thanks to my administrations, do you not think it only fair that you return the favor?" And he thrust his penis into her face, pre dripping from its tip.

Veronica tried to turn her head in disgust, but the creature grasped the back of her head and held her steady, pushing the head of his slick member against her lips.

"Open wide, said the demon, and if you bite, well, so do I." And as he said that he held her nose shut with his other hand, and when she finally opened her mouth to gasp for breath he quickly thrust his cock past her lips. "Ahhh, yessss!" He chortled.

Veronica did try to bite, but the cock was so large in diameter that it quickly stretched her jaws painfully wide and she could get no leverage, and gagged as the slick oily feeling cock slid into; and down, her throat.

"Ah, good girl, Antoc said, and your jaws haven't even snapped yet, how nice! You have a big mouth, which as you can see is coming in handy. You should see your throat bulging, what a turn on!"

"Uggghh, agghaaakk" Veronica choked as the cock pushed even deeper down her throat, impossibly so, and she could feel it sliding deeper and deeper with every thrust. Oh God, she thought, it's so big, I'll suffocate!! And she flared her nostrils as she desperately sucked in air.

Antoc continued to force his cock into the woman's mouth until he could tell she'd taken him in as far as she could, a very impressive ten inches. With a grunt of pleasure he began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, and she helplessly tongued and sucked at him as she tried to breath. He gave a snarl of pleasure, yes, this was very nice. He decided to 'reward' her by cumming in her mouth first, her pussy could wait, he had plenty of cum to 'go around'. He thrust awhile longer, and then with a deep guttural bleat he climaxed, his hips thrusting wildly as he filled her stomach with his cum.

Veronica felt like she was going to be sick, but that was impossible with the huge cock plugging her mouth, if she did she'd probably choke on her own vomit, so she fought down the reflex to puke. Suddenly the grunting creature sped up, and she realized with horror...NO, he's going to CUM!! Then she felt the cock filling her mouth throb and pulse as hot fluid poured down her throat and into her stomach, where it churned and seethed like it was alive, and a nauseating warmth began to spread from her stomach throughout her body.

"Ugh, uggghh, nu-uhhh, gakkk!!" Veronica squealed as the cock pumped and pumped, and she sucked helplessly, and he kept cumming and cumming!

With a hiss of pleasure Antoc finally pulled his cock from the girl's mouth, still dribbling cum. "Good girl, he said, you didn't spill a drop! I'm pleased; and I hope you enjoyed your treat. And now that we're both nice and lubed, on to some serious fucking!"

"No, please don't, please..." Veronica sobbed as the demon moved behind her again, the taste of his bitter sweet cum filling her mouth, her stomach roiling.

"Do not fret girl, the demon said, I will pleasure you most thoroughly, you will scream in ecstasy."

"NO, NO, I.....AAAHHHIIIEEEEE!!" Veronica screamed as the huge cock brutally slammed into her sopping wet pussy, and she soon felt its head pushing against her cervix as the demon began thrusting powerfully. "NUUHHH, NO, OH-OH, PLEASE STOOOPPPP!!"

Antoc grunted and bleated in pleasure as he took the girl like he would an animal, the church echoing to his; and his 'followers', sounds of lust. His cum filling her belly; as well as the cum still on his cock and his pre, soon had the desired effect and he could feel the girls cervix loosening and stretching to allow him to penetrate her even deeper. "Ahhhhh, yesss, baa-aaaa!" He grunted as he slid another inch or two into her, soon he would hilt, then the real fun would begin.

Veronica drooled onto the altar as the beast coupled with her, his furry thighs slamming into her rump now as he had been hilting for some time; and somehow he had managed to get that huge cock into her without tearing her in half. It had hurt horribly at first, and she had screamed, but now she just moaned and slobbered. The pain was gone, and in its place was a strange kind of almost euphoria, an intense but sickening pleasure, and she could feel the cum sloshing in her belly seeping into her. There wasn't true pleasure, but at least the horrible tearing pain was gone, her impossibly stretched pussy accommodating the huge male beast now as he serviced her with rapid powerful thrusts.

"Nuuh, uh-uh-ohhhhh, Vernonic moaned, please, stop, nuh, ohh, please, ohhh, it...it...uhhhhh."

Slowly Antoc sped up his thrusts, thighs slapping against her soft rear, his heavy balls swinging in rhythm with his thrusts as they smacked pleasurably against the side of the altar, and with a guttural grunting bellow he orgasmed, and groaned in ecstasy as his balls clenched and strained, blasting cum through his pulsing cock and into the girl's womb. He thrust and thrust as hard as he could, hilting each time as he snarled in pleasure. Yessss!! Such pleasure!

Veronica screamed in agonizing ecstasy, her own orgasm triggered by the flow of hot cum into her pussy, the thick fluid filling her and spurting from her sex as the demon kept lunging into her as he squealed and grunted in pleasure, his claws digging painfully into her ass cheeks as he spread them.

Veronica could feel the hot fluid in her womb and sex seeping into her, helping spread the strange warm sickening sensation even more, her nausea growing. She wanted to vomit, empty her stomach of the horrible fluid filling it, but was unable to do more then make weak retching sounds. She sobbed as the beast pulled his cock out of her ravaged sex; oh thank God, was it over?? "Ohhhh, ahhhh", she moaned.

The demon paused as he stared down at her gaping pussy, cum leaking from it, her labial lips slowly closing after he pulled out. He grinned, one more hole to go! Must be thorough! He pressed his cock against the tight pucker of her anus, and with a bleat of pleasure, begin to push.

"NOOO, Veronica squealed, NOT THERE, PLEASE DON'T, UGGHH-AAAHHHHH!!" writhing helplessly as the thick shaft slowly forced its way deep into her bowls despite her desperate clenching.

"Ugggh, nice and tight, the demon chuckled, you're a virgin there, aren't you? Well, we'll take care of that, now, won't we? No need to thank me. Hiss, hiss, hissss!"

Veronica moaned in pain until it too faded to be replaced by a sickening pleasure that felt horribly wrong, but her moans changed to those of something close to pleasure as the demon hilted in her ass, then began sodomizing her with fast powerful thrusts.

"Uh, uh, ohhhh, mmmm, ah-ah-ahhhhh!" Veronica gasped, the horrible pleasure slowly growing.

Antoc took his time, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could, but he knew he must finish soon so his followers would have time to finish the so-called 'Ceremony of Cleansing'. He still felt like making it last longer; he could fuck her for hours, but gave a resigned bleat as he had an agreement with the idiots. So he sped up his thrusts, and then gave a satisfied hiss of pleasure as another wonderful orgasm racked his loins and filled her bowels with his hot spunk, it always felt so good to rape a mortal! In ALL her holes!

Veronica gave a sobbing moan as she felt the hot pulses of cum deep in her guts, the new dose of demon cum causing the horrible churning nausea to increase even more. Then she gasped as the huge cock was pulled from her ass, and her sphincter slapped closed, sealing the thick fluid inside her.

"There, all done! Antoc said, wasn't that fun? I must admit you gave me much pleasure girl, it's a shame we can only do this once. And now I must leave you to the tender mercies of my loyal followers. Reverend Wright, I am finished, you may close the pentagram any time, she is yours to do with as you will!"

Veronica was vaguely aware as the black candles flared, then went out with hisses, smoke spiraling straight up from the wicks. It's over, she realized, and I'm still alive! But she felt so sick, nauseated, and dirty, despoiled, foul, and could feel the demon's cum as it flowed through her body, her stomach and intestines churning.

"Uhhhhh, ugggghhhh, ukk" she gasped, wondering why she wasn't being violently ill from the horrible feeling and utter horror of the inhuman violations of her body. Suddenly she moaned as he felt a penis slide into her vagina, and with a sob raised her head to see the sweat drenched face of Reverend Wright as he mounted her and started fucking her, veins pumping in his neck as he grimaced in pleasure. Behind him other men were lining up, their cocks rampant.

"Nooo, noooooo!" Veronica sobbed, then laid her head back down, exhausted, as man after man raped her in an unending stream. And as they emptied their loins into her ravaged body she felt the sickening nausea getting worse, growing and peaking, and began to feel stranger and stranger, and shakily raising her head watched in horrified disbelief as thick greasy lank fur began to sprout from her skin, and felt her stomach and insides churning even more as they begin changing as well. She shrieked and sobbed, watching as her fingernails lengthened into thick black claws, her smallest fingers growing together, scales now showing under the thinner layers of her still growing fur. She snarled and snapped as her jaws begin to stretch and push out, and still they gang-raped her, and she was orgasming now, each one agonizingly intense and without pleasure, causing her to scream shrilly as she writhed and struggled.

The Reverend; having finished with her long ago, had mounted the podium and was encouraging his brethren to "Chastise the foul temptress, the vile outsider, the nonbeliever! Fill her with your lust and sins as you take your pleasure and render homage to our Master!"

Veronica moaned as she felt her spine push out as a tail grew, reptilian, thick and prehensile, one of the men holding it out of the way. Then she groaned as she felt a sudden strange feeling in her crotch, felt something start to form there, an unusually pleasurable sensation she had never felt before, noticeable despite the ongoing brutal assault to her vagina as cock after cock lunged in her. Some of the men took awhile, but many came after only a few thrusts, and every time the horrible nausea and feeling of her body flowing and taking on a new from grew stronger, the unwanted stimulation sickening pleasurable. Then suddenly it stopped, the last man grunting as he spurted inside her ravaged sex, before pulling out with a final grunt of pleasure. She gasped and squealed as the horrible violations ended, resting her head on its side, staring down a long snout in confusion and incomprehension. With a hiss she turned her head to face the crowed of 'worshippers', and some backed up as they saw the intense hate in her inhuman eyes.

Veronica moaned and gurgled from the sickening nausea as it continued, and was unable to resist as the men undid the manacles, but then they threw her up on the altar and she found herself lying on her back as they restrained her again, eagle spread and helpless. With a slobbering hiss she raised her head and froze, shocked at what she saw. Her body wasn't hers anymore; it was the body of a beast. Fur covered it with patches of scales peeking through, a long tail whipping back and forth between her legs until it was grabbed and secured. But worst of all, a very large penis jutted up from between her legs where it emerged from between folds of skin, the shaft pointed and headless, fairly narrow at the tip, but tapering to a thick base, and she could feel testicles, but not see them, they were inside her! But the thing was, she was still female too!! She could still feel see and feel her vagina, but it was different now. Her breasts were still full and firm, though her nipples were much larger, and they were covered in fur and scales! She shrieked in horror and snapped her fang filled jaws in rage, trying to bite anyone who came close, until someone grabbed them and wrapped a belt around her snout.

"Come sisters, the Reverend intoned, the beast is ready for you! Come rid yourselves of your burdens of sin and lust!!"

Veronica writhed and hissed through her tightly bound jaws as woman after woman climbed up on the altar, and then lowered themselves onto her aching erection and rode her to orgasm after orgasm, driven almost mindless from the sensation of her penis sliding into slick wet vagina's, her mind unable to accept what was happening, what she was feeling. And every time she orgasmed as a male she felt something flow into her in return, her nausea growing and growing despite the agonizing pleasure as her aching straining cock ejaculated again and again, her hidden balls throbbing and pulsing.

"Ssss, urrrgghhh, urk, urk, grrllllll, urrgggg!!" Veronica gasped and moaned, her screams of pain and horrible ecstasy muffled and illegible, her sounds those of a beast. She wanted to tear her tormenters apart, sink her fangs into their flesh. She moaned and writhed in helpless agonizing ecstasy as woman after woman raped her, their sweat stained breasts bouncing and jiggling as they rode her to orgasm after orgasm.

And it went on, for hours, until every woman had taken their turn on the altar atop the quivering desperately bucking creature bound there. And then it stopped, and some men stepped forward and undid the manacles from around the ankles and wrists of the now still and seemingly unconscious creature that was all that remained of the once beautiful young woman. The manacles were stained with a dark and reeking blood where they had dug deeply into the creatures flesh as it had struggled. Slowly the still nude people formed two lines, one on each side of the center aisle, and continuing out the door, and down the steps. Then they waited.

Veronica stirred, vaguely aware she was free, and with a gurgling squeal rolled on her side and vomited, vile black ichors spurting from her mouth as she voided herself of the foulness and vileness her new body could not absorb as she was already thoroughly saturated and incapable of holding anymore. Then; moaning, she raised her head; black slime still drooling form her fang filled mouth, and stared around in a daze of confused horror as she looked at herself. No, No, NOOOOOO!!! She threw her head back on its long neck and gave a hissing wail of utter despair. NOOO, this can't be!

"Brethren, Reverend Wright spoke, drive the beast from our presence, from this house of worship!! Drive it forth with your righteous indignation! Let it feel your wrath and contempt! Drive it forth into the wilderness to dwell with the other unclean beasts!"

Veronica screeched as a heavy rock suddenly bounced off her furry scaly hide, it really didn't hurt so much as startle her back to reality. She raised her head and hissed in anger, and a stone bounced off her snout. She felt rage, and wanted to attack and savage her tormentors, but somehow she knew that was...forbidden. With a another screeching snarl she jumped off the altar and ran a gauntlet of thrown rocks and flailing clubs until she had passed through the corridor of naked screaming jeering people, and fled into the welcome darkness just as dawn was slowly approaching.

She ran through the night and down the dimly lit streets and into the woods, not really understanding what had happened, running in mindless terror and the need to escape, to find a dark, safe, place. She ran with long distance eating strides; body low to the ground, until finally she could run no more, and collapsed in exhaustion, oblivion claiming her.

Reverend Wright watched as his flock sorted out their discarded clothes and put them on. It was done, the cleansing was over, and as always he felt refreshed and renewed, a great burden lifted from his shoulders. He could tell the brethren felt the same, and they smiled and nodded respectfully as they left. The ceremony had been a good one, the sacrifice strong and able to endure much. They would not need another offering for some time. Yes, it had gone well. And best of all, the Master had been pleased.

Veronica kicked her legs as a formless nightmare ravaged her dreams, and woke with a shrieking hiss of horror. "Noooooo, Sssssss!" she moaned as the nightmare faded. Then she froze, and looked down at herself. "NOOOOO!", she sobbed, it HAD been real, after all! The demon, the altar, the people, but most of all the horrible aching nausea as she had changed. She whimpered, hissing softly, as she examined her new body in the dim shade of the thick trees. She staggered to her feet, and found she now had a permanent crouch, her legs digitigrades, bending in the wrong places as she balanced on the 'balls' of her reptilian feet. Her once tanned and soft skin had been replaced by small scales and thick patchy black fur that was lank and greasy looking, thin on her breasts and belly, but thicker on her sides, legs, arms, and back. And turning her head impossibly far on a long neck she found she had spines running down her back from her head to the tip of her long thick tail, the tip whip like and prehensile as it coiled and twitched. Her once soft and silky hair had become a bristly tangled mess that continued down to the middle of her back like a mane of some kind.

"Noooo, oh, Ssssss, please, noooo!!" she moaned, what's happened to MEEEEE, Ssssss?!?" Her lower body was much thicker and more muscular, as were her arms, her now longer and thicker fingers ending in razor sharp black claws, and she only had three fingers on each hand. She raised her hands to her muzzle, and ran her claws over the long tapered snout she could see, covered in fine scales, her lips narrow and hard, jaws filled with sharp fangs, and as she licked them could see her tongue was much longer, the tip forked like a reptiles, she could smell with it, and she was drooling constantly, a thick slimy mucus. Lying back down on her side she lifted a leg and examined herself, and as she had known she would she found two slits protected by folds of tough hide, one larger than the other, the lower slit containing whatever she had for a vagina now, leathery lips slightly protruding from it, and it was also oozing a thick pungent fluid. I...I look like some sort of giant lizard, she thought, but I have fur, AND breasts too!? What the HELL am I!?! But the worst was...she reeked, her very scales and fur oozed and sweated a thick oily foul smelling vileness, a greasy black ichor, but at least the horrible nausea was gone, or perhaps she was just used to it now. And she was thirsty, so thirsty!!

Following her snout and flicking tongue; her sense of smell was incredible, Veronica soon found a small flowing, stream, fresh and clear. As she bent over to drink she froze as she saw her reflection. A narrow tapering snout, reptilian in appearance with scales; but also with a scattering of fur on the head, looked back at her with emotionless dark green eyes with narrow vertical red pupils under protective brow ridges. The jaws fell open in horror, a long forked tongue lolling over razor sharp fangs; two rows of them, thick drool dripping from them, as the thing looking back at her shrieked in anguished horror and despair. Nooo, noooo, that...that THING can't be me!!! She threw her head back and shrieked and moaned, trying to deny what she knew was true. Nothing human remained; nothing! She was a hideous monster!

Finally; her thirst returning tenfold, she lowered her snout and took a good long drink of the delicious cool and clean water, and afterwards felt somewhat better. And when she raised her head she wasn't alone. With a guttural snarl she crouched and hissed at the creature sitting on a rock on the other side of the stream.

"Welcome sssister", the thing hissed.

It looked something like her, but its fur was thicker and it had more spines down its back, but it was still a combination of reptile, mammal, and other things. It cocked its head are her, and said,

"No need to fear me sssister, we are the same, you and I."

Veronica hissed again, her claws spread, "What ARE you!?! What are WE!??" she hissed, and snapped her jaws, strings of mucus flying.

"WE? Ssssss, the thing hissed, we are The Damned. Welcome to Hell on Earth sssister."

"Nooo, Veronica moaned, that's...crazy! What do you mean?? I'm not dead! I wasn't a bad person! How can I be damned!?"

The other thing hissed softly, and said, "We did not damn ourselves, we were damned by those sanctimonious bastards, it matters not if we were good or not, it just is. The minute that demon touched us we became what we are now."

"But, Sssss, that's not right, it's not fair! What...what ARE we!!!??"

"Come with me sssister, let me show you a few things. It will explain a lot."

"Who ARE you, anyway??" Veronica hissed.

"My name matters not, but once I was called Thomas, the thing replied, but things such as we have no names, after all we are but beastsss. Now come."

Veronica watched as the other thing hopped off the boulder, and turning disappeared into the forest down an almost impossible to see trail. She looked around nervously, but couldn't scent or sense anything else nearby, so hopped across the stream and followed 'Thomas'. He had waited for her to catch up, and she followed him a few yards behind, keeping an eye on him. She wasn't quite ready to trust something that looked like him; them, yet. But still, she sensed he meant her no harm.

They exited into a small clearing and there was an old tumble down rockwall fringing it. Inside its perimeter she could see a few old tombstones, many fallen over or otherwise damaged. It was obvious the old cemetery had been abandoned for a great many years. It was a quiet, peaceful place, but for some reason made her feel nervous and uncomfortable. Thomas beckoned to her with a clawed hand that was more paw, and pointed at an opening in the wall.

"Put one foot inside the opening." He hissed.

She looked at him questioningly, and stepping forward took a step inside as he had indicated, and shrieked with pain as her foot/paw began to smoke! It felt like it was on fire! With another shriek she pulled her foot/paw back, and holding onto it started hopping around on one leg.

"What the FUCK was that! She screeched, you could have WARNED me, you asshole! SSSSSSS!!!"

"It isss best if you experience it first hand, he hissed, it makes a more lasting impression that way."

"No SHIT!! Veronica said, leaning against a boulder and examining her foot with a whimper, it seemed undamaged, but still hurt. It had three long thick toes tipped with hooked claws, and one where her heel had been. It looks like a chicken's foot, she thought. With an angry hiss, she said "What WAS that, anyway?"

"Consecrated ground, Thomas said. It is anathema to such as us, deadly to the touch. We cannot enter a church, or a graveyard, nor stand the sight of a cross wielded by a true believer."

"But, but that's crazy! Veronica hissed, I'm, or I was, at least a nominal Catholic, though I hadn't been active."

Thomas hissed, "You are not that now, nor am I, we cannot enter Holy, blessed, or consecrated places because they are forbidden to such as us. We are damned."

Veronica shook her head, "But, but...why??"

"You still do not understand, Thomas hissed, come here, let me show you something." Then he gave a kind of croaking hissing laugh when Veronica gave him an 'I don't think so, you're not tricking me again!' kind of look. "I will not ask you to harm yourself again, just watch what I do."

He walked over to a nearby bush, and Veronica approached him leerily, she still wasn't sure what to make of this creature that said he was like her. She watched as he reached out and touched the bush, and as he did the leaves on the branch wilted and turned black. He pulled his hand back, and said,

"If I had touched it much longer the whole plant would have died, we are deadly to all things living, our touch is death. We can touch nothing without bringing death and decay. When we walk through the woods everything we step on dies, and we leave a blighted trail behind us. Have you noticed the silence?? All living things that can, have fled our domain, or died from our mere presence."

With a shaking hand/paw Veronica reached out and touched another branch of the bush, and it wilted before her eyes in seconds. Nooooo, she thought, it can't be true!

"I...I...what AM I???" She moaned.

"As I have said, sssister, Thomas replied, one of The Damned, a creature of Hell, just like our Master the demon Antoc, whose slaves we both are."

"NOOOOO!!! SssSSSSS" Veronica shrieked in horror, and turned and ran into the woods as fast as she could, she had to get away from this horrible place. She had to find help!!

Thomas watched her go, hissing softly, then followed at a slower pace a short time later. It was harder for some, but he didn't mind, he had plenty of time. Besides, he understood what she was feeling all too well.

Veronica ran for what seemed like hours, fast and low to the ground, her long legged gait more like that of a bird than anything else. Finally she stopped in a small clearing, surprised to find she wasn't that tired. But I must have run for miles!! She thought. It was quiet, eerily so, and she reached out and touched a small sapling, and it blackened and died in seconds. She hissed in dismay, it must be true; she was some sort of horrible unnatural THING now. She heard a sound behind her, and turned as Thomas entered the clearing.

"I'm sorry, Thomas hissed, it is hard to accept, for all of us. I have been this way for a...long time, and even I still find it hard to grasp at timesss. I will answer what questions I can, to the besst of my abilities, sssister. But know thisss; for what it isss worth, you are not alone."

Veronica gave a soft hissing moan, "I'm sorry I ran Thomas, it was...rude of me when you're been so, well, kind. But why do you call me sister, if you haven't noticed yet I have a...a penis now, as well as my vagina."

"We are all hermaphrodites, Thomas said, so we can better 'serve' our Master as his slaves. But we are not all the same, look at me." And he reared up so Veronica could have a better view of his lower body.

Veronica had been aware from his scent that he was different from her, but hadn't been sure why as she'd somehow known he was also double sexed as well, but she soon saw the main 'difference', other this his lack of breasts, in fact he didn't even have any nipples. While they were indeed both hermaphrodites, her vagina was under her penis in the 'usual' place, whereas 'his' vagina was above the penis. She shook her head in amazement.

"That is...is just...weird." She hissed.

"Yess, Thomas said, it is how we know what our original sex was before we became the things we are now. We consider those sexed as I am male, and those like you female, as most of us still think of ourselves as one or the other. Old habitss die hard. But both our sexesss are fully...functional."

"But...but WHY? Veronica hissed, WHY create...things like us?? Are we dead? What purpose to do we serve?? And how can we be, well, up here, if we're creatures of...of Hell??" She paused and hocked up a large glob of snot like mucus, and still it oozed from her mouth. "And what IS it with this slobbering!!" She'd noticed he was doing it too; in fact his whole body was slick and almost slimy looking, just like hers. It was, well, revolting. If they stood in one spot for very long black slimy goo began dripping from their bodies.

"Good questions, Thomas hissed. Let me see. No, we are not dead, at least not in the way you think. As for the slime, being what we are we have no control over it, it is pure evil, vileness. Some of us do it more than others, some not as much. As to why? Since when does a demon need a reason to inflict torment on others? But it is more than just that, do you know what a 'Sineater' is, sssister?" When she shook her head, he continued, "A Sineater is one who takes on the sins and crimes of someone else through a kind of ritual feast, and then the person goes to Heaven free of sin. What happens to the Sineater I know not. It was very popular once in Europe, mainly in the UK. We appear to be Hell's version of a Sineater, only in our case we were not willing, and the sins of the 'faithful' were passed into us while they raped us, and we soaked up their foulness and corruption like a sponge, leaving what you see now. With so much pure evil flowing into our bodies we could no longer remain human, so we became the wretched things we are now. We are corruption, pure sin and evil. Once every so often; at least once every five years, Antoc's followers perform this 'ritual cleansing' with some poor unsuspecting soul, and they join us in our purgatory, as you have, sssister."

Veronica leaned against a small tree and hung her head in horror, noooo, this was so wrong! She didn't deserve this!! NO one deserved this!! She started hissing in sadness, unable to cry, and held her head in her clawed paws. "Noooo, please!" she wailed softly. She started when she felt something touch her shoulder, and looked up to find Thomas standing close to her, his reptilian eyes emotionless, but his voice was gentle,

"I am sssory for you ssister, it is a horrible thing to lose ones humanity in such a vile manner. For what it is worth you are not alone, others share our misery. We take care of one another; as best we can, for no one else cares. Even our Master seldom bothers with us. Sssss." He leaned a little closer, and ran his claws down her back. "You are very pretty."

"P-pretty? Ssss?" Veronica hissed in disbelief.

"To one such as us, yesss, Thomas replied, very pretty." And he rubbed his snout against hers, his long tongue licking over her frozen countenance, and she found herself licking him back.

She had been aware of his scent from the start, and had been...interested, and despite the horrors of the previous night she felt strangely aroused. She licked him again, and he pressed his snout against hers and ran his tongue into her mouth, the slippery organ wrapping around her own tongue in a delightful way, and to her surprise she was enjoying it, slime or no slime. And there was plenty of that, they were drooling all over each other, the slime tingling as it dripped on her breasts, and where it dripped on the ground the grass died, smoking. She gave a deeper hiss, and pressed her snout against his even harder, her claws gently rubbing his scales.

As he roughly fondled and kneaded her breasts Veronica felt an intense lust unlike anything she'd ever experienced wash over her, and with a hissing snarl she pulled away from the male, and spinning she dropped to all fours and lifted her tail and presented herself, and Thomas wasted no time in accepting her offer. With a loud hiss he mounted her, but took her only in her vagina with his penis, even though her own penis was fully extended and rampant, and the lips of his own female sex were wet and swollen.

The coupling was fast, brutal, and wholly bestial. He serviced her as hard and as fast as he could, both of them shrieking and hissing from their horrible unnatural lust and need. And when they simultaneously reached their release there was as much pain as pleasure and their cries became even louder. As soon as his orgasm faded Thomas dismounted with a final grunt, and Veronica staggered to her feet, horrified and shocked by what had just happened. It hadn't been making love, it had been rutting.

I just mated, as an animal, she realized in despair. There had been nothing human about the coupling, it had merely been one animal servicing another. And it wasn't enough, she also realized, staring down at her rampant penis, the pointed tip drooling thick pre, throbbing with need.

"I... I've never done anything like that before!" Veronica stammered, ever as she eyed Thomas hungrily. She wanted him inside of her again.

"It is normal for us, Thomas said, we are not human, and not animal, but instead both, beasts, with the needs of both our natures. That coupling slaked the lust of the animal in us, now we can be more...gentle with one another."

Even as Veronica 'kissed' him again, hissing in pleasure as his hands explored her breasts, part of her was mad he'd just assumed she'd let him fuck her again, but she knew she would, and that he needed what she had to give as much as she needed what he had to give. Finally, with a hiss of anticipation, she let him 'force' her over onto her back, and she found that her spines could fold flat, which was convenient. She spread her legs wide as he positioned himself, and lifting her head, watched as he mounted her as both male and female, guiding his penis into her vagina even as he guided her penis into his. He lowered himself until they both hilted, and clutching one another and shuddering in pleasure they begin to move together, him thrusting down as she thrust up, and she gave a thin wail of utter ecstasy as she clawed at his back.

Veronica had never felt anything like it, having sex as both male and female at the same time. Her strange new sex; aching and hard, sliding in and out of the smooth slick embrace of a vagina, her own pussy filled to the hilt with a rock hard cock, bodies undulating in perfect harmony, her sensitive rubbery nipples rubbing against his hard scales and soft fur. She clasped her powerful legs around his body, clawing at him with her hands; and it was a good thing the thick scales on his back were so tough as in her passion and ecstasy she would have torn a normal man to shreds. And their whole bodies were lubed by the thick slime they sweated, and it puddled on the ground under them, the ground turning black and blighted. But they didn't notice, having eyes only for one another as they gave each other what each so desperately needed. Not only pleasure, but comfort as well.

Veronica threw her head back and gave loud hissing screeches of sheer ecstasy as she orgasmed in both her sexes at the same time, Thomas's own sounds of release as loud as hers. She kicked her legs wildly, claws slashing the air, as her cock throbbed and spurted its hot cum, and her quivering pussy was filled equally well. As they slid free of one another and Thomas stood up she could only lie there, panting and totally spent. She'd never known such agonizing ecstasy, for there had been intense pain as well as pleasure, but it had felt...right, even the pain had been pleasure of a kind. Finally, with a tired hiss, she got up and looked at Thomas. He looked back at her, his eyes as emotionless as ever, but he no longer seemed so strange, or menacing.

"Thank you." Veronica hissed softly. She had needed that so badly, had needed the pleasure, release, and...acceptance, that someone still found a thing like her...pretty.

Thomas leaned forward and licked her snout affectionately, "That is one of the few pleasures allowed us, he said, and thank you as well. For us it is never a one sided pleasure when we couple with one another. Now come, it is time you met the others."

Veronica followed him as he entered the woods; what else could she do, and found herself paying more attention to the way his hindquarters swayed, and his tail wove back and forth, as they walked. He has a nice butt, she thought, it not even occurring to her how she could even consider such a beast so attractive. She hurried up to walk next to him, brushing her flank against his; slime or no slime, and he gave a hiss of pleasure.

"How many thi....creatures like us are there?" She asked.

"Counting you, thirty, Thomas replied, there was one more, but...she couldn't take it any longer, and left us."

"You can leave??" Veronica hissed, hopes rising.

"No, not really, Thomas said sadly, but you can escape."

"I don't understand." Veronica hissed in confusion.

Thomas paused, "How many miles do you think you ran??"

"I don't know, Veronica said, a lot. We should be miles away from that horrible town."

Thomas turned and moved into woods, leaves and branches withering as he brushed against them, and she followed him. They climbed a short rise, and she hissed in surprise as she saw the town spread out below them in the near distance.

"But...how..??" She said.

"We can never leave this place, Thomas said, no matter how hard we run, no matter how far we think we've gone, it's always over the next hill. We are bound here forever, the farthest we can go is about two miles as near as we can figure. After that all trails lead back here. This is our...home, like it or not."

"But, you said we could escape!" Veronica insisted; that one of us got away!

"You'll understand soon enough, Thomas hissed as they neared the old cemetery again. As they entered the clearing he walked to the entrance, and said, "Come here."

Hesitantly she approached, being careful not to get to close to the tumble down rock walls, not knowing how far the consecrated ground might extend. She remembered what that pain had felt like. He pointed inside the cemetery, and she looked.

"See that spot on the ground, by the broken plinth?" Thomas asked.

Veronica looked closer, and could see what looked like a burned patch of ground, the grass around it dead and brown, the center black and greasy looking. "The burnt spot?" She said.

"Yesss, Thomas replied, that is all that is left of a sssister, she could stand it no longer and went into the graveyard. We all felt her die, and by the time we got here all that was left was a smoldering spot. She was the youngest of us all, just a girl when they used her in the ritual, and she never was quite right afterward, not that any of us are anymore. But they killed her fiancé first, and she just couldn't stand what she had become. We can only hope her soul found peace somehow, if we still even have one. So, yesss, you can escape, but never leave.

Veronica stared at the spot in horror, how long had it taken the poor thing to die, to burn down to a grease stain?? She remembered how it had felt just to step on the Holy ground, and shuddered. She looked up as Thomas touched her arm.

"Come, he said, it's time to meet the others. They are most anxious to...greet their new sssister."

The End

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