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"The Maldar"
This series starts in a very controversial scene where a woman is being raped by a Demon. This is the first episode and set's the stage for the incredible action and horror to come! Hope you enjoy reading it and thanks again for taking time!
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"The Maldar": Episode One
Sounds, an enemy of the quiet solitude protected behind mortar and plaster built in the name of the all omnipotent God. Not all noise pierces the ear like something out of place, such as moans of ecstasy in the house of the Lord himself. The walls seemed to scream even more than the vocal chords of the virgin being penetrated behind the locked door. Polished wood seemed to play the moans like the touch of fingers on a harp.
Silence, now broken fell on sanctimonious ears. All who had ever dared to think it, those who couldn’t help but dream it and even the few that had tried it put on their façade of shame. They hurried through the hallways of the monastery searching for the room of the immortal bliss.
First, just the two sisters listened, eyes wide and ass's clinched tight from the sound of the unearthly ecstasy coming from within the room. Their nipples hardened and the light between their legs flickered as if electricity were connected to their bodies. They wanted to knock and stop the actions which secretly drove them to unthinkable places. The drew contempt of what was happening, but they couldn’t as hard as they tried to bring themselves to interrupt. They approached the door and placed their hand upon the massive wood frame. Energy from the room filled their mind and she began to tremble. She broke away from the power and bent over holding her midsection trying to rid her mind of the power that had overtaken her.
The rhythm of the bed creaking and the sound of flesh upon flesh pounding together was too much. They broke into prayer as always to cleanse their minds and to make them strong. Passion was a gift given by God and exploited by Satan. The nuns prayed for strength and forgiveness as screams of ecstasy came from inside the room.
Once again, the mouths of the mothers fell open as the surge of sexual intercourse surged through their nerves unearthing feelings which had been buried for years The sound of keys jingling and the clattering of hard leather shoes hitting the hard tile brought them to their senses.
“Sisters, remove yourselves from the doorway,” the monsignor yelled. The sisters reacted slowly as they came back from the dark place in their minds. Father Bonelli slammed his fists on the door.
“Open this door. Open this door immediately.” He hesitated to listen for voices but heard nothing but the sound of slapping skin against skin and the moans of lust. He turned the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. None of the doors inside the building had locks. It was as if the door had been intentionally jammed.
“Sister Anna, open this door. Her groans became louder as her excitement built. Lights within the building began to flicker. Her screams were now from fulfillment. Light under the threshold of the door flicked like the combination of candles and electricity. The bed was slamming against the wall loudly. Growls from a wild animal bellowed from the room and echoed in the hallways of the cathedral. Father Bonelli stepped back from the door horrified. The air around the door turned cold and his breath was a mist as he exhaled. Chills formed on his arms and ran down his back. It wasn’t from the cold. He looked at the door as if it had some evil part of a diabolical plan that was being played out in his domain.
“Anna, Open the door, Anna.” The sisters listened to the inflection in his voice and knew it had more than a casual concern. It carried familiarity. His demeanor had now turned to anger and his fear to rage. He lowered his shoulder and slammed into the door. The nuns screamed as the show of force scared them.
The priest was a dark haired man in his early forties. His virility was still intact and his hormones were still at their peak. A lifetime of restraint all came together to fuel his strength. His plans were now foiled by another, just beyond the door. He slammed the door again and the frame splintered but the door somehow still held shut. He kicked the door again.
Inside the room, Anna screamed from pain or from the ecstasy of the beast removing himself from her body. The growl of the beast reached a climax and her desire was satisfied. Another slam of the door was unnecessary. He turned the handle and the door opened with ease.
Father Bonicelli ran into the room followed slowly by the Nuns who eased inside very slowly. Anna’s eyes were open, her mouth hung loosely as if she had no control of her muscles. Saliva fell from the slight opening onto her exposed body. Her gown was pulled up to her waist and her naked body was exposed. It was torn off of her shoulders and her nipples lie open with the aurora pink from the flow of blood. Her legs were spread with both knees still folded back.
Father Bonicelli ran past her opening closets and looking under the bed ignoring the state of shock which possessed the young nun. The two women gasped as they saw Anna still wide open from the penetration. They couldn’t move and only stared at the sight of her. They whimpered with a shortness of breath and their bodies pulsed longing for the feeling. They couldn’t help themselves for the musk of Lucifer is strong and will convolute the mind of even the strongest persuasions.
The priest all but tore the room apart looking for her partner but found nothing. There was still no response from Anna who lay there motionless. Her breathing was shallow and there was no sign of consciousness except her eyes looking out into a bottomless void. Father Bonicelli ran over and shook her voraciously.
“Who was it? Who took you? You Whore!” he screamed. The two nuns snapped out of their hypnosis shocked by the actions of the Monsenior. He reared back his hand and began to slap her across the face then turned to the two women.
“Get out of here now. Leave this room,” he yelled. The nuns ran out in hysterics, frightened by his actions and overwhelmed emotionally by the entire event. The man, now consumed by rage and empowered by the extreme pheromones in the room stood up and slammed the door. The monastery was once again quiet except for the sounds of the priest now taking what was his, what he had been waiting for since she was dropped there sixteen years ago as an infant.
The nights he waited thinking about the right moment to make his move, taking his time to groom her for what? This, the abomination of her allowing someone else to take her after he had opened her mind to what they could do. He slowly had been coaxing, feeding her mind with sexual thoughts, bringing out her libido and now it was given to another. The
moans of sexual anger drummed through the hallways as he took his vengeance. A tear fell from the statue of the Virgin Mary at the end of the grand hallway.
