Bad Habit III:
Sisters of the Blood of Christ
by Alex Severin

Father Dominus and the newly ordained Reverend Mary Magdalen left their carriage and immediately heard ecstatic noise pouring from inside the Elgise de Sacre Sang - Church of the Sacred Blood.

They fought their way through the rabble of spectators; Dominus scolded them all and sent them on their way. The crowd moved slowly, unwilling to miss a moment of the blasphemy they had been drinking in, getting drunk on.

Dominus stood transfixed as he gazed through the broken stained glass window and into the church; even from this distance he could smell blood and pussy.

Naked nuns cavorted around the proiress of the convent, Sister Jean-Baptiste, who stood perfectly still at the centre of the commotion, arms outstretched in a Jesus Christ pose.

A scarlet torrent gushed from the Mystical Stigmata marks on her body; the nail entries on her wrists and feet, the gaping Spear of Destiny gash in her side, the torn flesh on her forehead from the painful crown and deeply gouged lash marks on her back. Her disciples writhed at her feet, faces smeared with the hot red that ran from her.

Those who could not get close enough to taste her sacred flesh prostrated themselves on the floor lapping at any drop they could find on the cold cobbles. Some pulled the others away from Jean-Baptiste and thirstily licked the blood they believed to be Christ’s blood from their sisters’ ruddy skin.

Ecstatic mouths moaned their delight and held tongues which tasted blood-rouged lips and licked at rigid nipples like bleeding rosebuds.

Dominus was wide eyed as the nuns began a whispered chant of ‘Messiah, Messiah, Messiah,’ over and over in a monotonous mantra; the snake-like sibilants sounded sinister.

Mary Magdalen ignored Dominus, even although she knew he was looking at her. To Dominus her expression was utterly inappropriate for what she was witness to; she seemed to be looking at nothing, her demeanour passive until he detected a grin spreading across her full, red lips.

Father Dominus had no idea of the evil present, evil so foul the church reeked like rotten corpses. Her grin evolved into a genuine smile, eyes shining like jewels as she realised who was here.

They entered the church and stood just inside the doorway, their presence making no impact on the frenzied Brides of Christ.

Dominus’ instincts told him that what was afoot here was more than the indulgences of sexual deviants like himself, more than the hysterics of a few severely repressed nuns. This was different. It felt different.

What disturbed him most about the scene was the lack of madness in the eyes of Sister Jean-Baptiste. What he saw in her gaze was not the familiar glint of insanity that he knew so well and had come to expect but lucidity, and challenge.

The Reverend Mary Magdalen smirked at the obvious unease of her companion; Dominus was out of his depth. She knew that Dominus had not yet encountered a genuine case of demonic possession. Mary Magdalen knew that was what she was looking at.

A low, guttural, unnatural voice fell from the lips of Sister Jean-Baptiste.

‘Ah, the infamous Father Dominus.’ the demon announced, paying no heed to the nuns still writhing at his feet, feeding on the scarlet ambrosia gushing from the wounds he had made on his host’s flesh. As the demon spoke, the light inside the church seemed to darken, the air seemed to chill. The skin on the priest’s arms goosed and the hair on the back of his neck stood to attention.

‘Name yourself, nefarious one!’ Dominus blurted, amusing Mary Magdalen who snorted a laugh down her nose at him.

‘You do not recognise me, Father? You do not know me, the one who died so that you may sin your way though your life and repent upon your deathbed? Look more closely. See? The five marks of the Mystical Stigmata bleed upon my sacred flesh once more.’

‘Silence! You are not Jesus Christ! Dominus was screeching, panic holding his vocal chords in a vice-like grip.

‘Are you certain of that, priest?’

‘Yes! Of that I am certain!

Mary Magdalen was standing back, watching, thoroughly amused by Dominus quaking in his frock. The role reversal was fitting; she knew how much pain and suffering he had inflicted supposedly in the name of God and the fear he had instilled in so many. It pleased her that he was now conversing with one who had truly fallen from the grace of Heaven.

‘And how is it that you can be so sure? Is it because you believe neither in God or Christ? If they do not exist, Father, then neither does the demon you fear I am.’

The demon turned his attentions from the shocked and quivering Father Dominus to the Reverend Mary Magdalen. ‘Mary Magdalen, we meet once more.’

Dominus looked on in horror. The riot of hot gray matter inside his skull felt as if it was being raped by the evil claws he was sure the demon would have in his true form.

‘You knew.’ He told his companion, much more statement than question.

‘Of course I knew, Dominus, you buffoon! From whence do you imagine the power came to influence the Pope? Is he a complete imbecile? True, he is not the brightest spark in the pyre but he is not so dim that he would ordain a known witch as a priest without a little coaxing!’ Mary Magdalen laughed at Dominus who kept looking at her, then at the demon, then at the vampiric nuns.

Dominus was aghast. In the last five minutes he had been given the knowledge that God existed, the Devil existed and that the Lord’s own emissary on earth had been influenced by the minions of Abaddon.

His sight became colourless, the gleaming gold and silver of the chalices and the candlesticks on the altar became dull and gray. The vibrant rainbow of hues on the exquisite stained glass windows became nothing more than a pool of black ink. His head swam as he fought against the dark tide behind his eyes that threatened to steal his consciousness.

‘Father Dominus.’ Magdalen called to her companion, pulling him from his dark fugue. ‘This is Carnivean.’

Dominus searched his shivering memory for the demon’s unholy purpose. He remembered back to his days at the seminary; they would all stand before the priest, chanting the Nine Orders of Angels, reciting the hierarchies, each angel and its unholy adversary.

‘Tempter of Men to Obscenity and Shamelessness. Adversary of John the Evangelist.’

‘At your service, Father.’ The demon bowed theatrically and laughed. ‘Very good, Father. You paid attention in class.’ The demon grinned at him with Sister Jean-Baptiste’s mouth. ‘Join us? The Revered and I are about to become, ah…reacquainted.’ Magdalen grinned back at Carnivean and shed her cassock in one swift movement. She was ready and willing for another demon-fuck.

She stood before her hellish lover in all her feminine glory; her devastating curves, huge, round breasts and wet pussy waiting expectantly for Carnivean to take on his true form.

The demon disengaged his control of the nun’s mind. Sister Jean-Baptiste howled in agony as the demon’s gigantic cock took her virginity from the inside, shredding her hymen as it shot out of her cunt and split her open.

She stopped screaming and watched in fascination as the wet, red contents of her body escaped and landed on the cobbled floor at her feet.

Dominus sank into a pew, his legs giving way beneath him as the nun looked up at him. Dominus watched the light go out from her eyes as she died without making another sound. His gorge rose; he fought back burning vomit searing its way up his throat and clutched at his belly in an attempt to calm the maelstrom that thrashed inside his guts and threatened to paint the church floor with his disgust.

Carnivean touched the dead nun’s fingers to the crimson cascade that ran down her own thighs; he offered the ruddy delicacy to Mary Magdalen’s lips. She looked deep into the nun’s eyes and gasped as Carnivean allowed her a flash of his own, eyes she had looked into before. She moaned as she sucked at the dripping red fingers, licking them clean, tasting the hot sweet life of Sister Jean-Baptiste. Mary Magdalen felt her cunt tighten and her juices begin to flow.

The rest of the Sisters of the Blood of Christ ran around the church like blind vermin, scurrying to and fro. They were suddenly holy again; begging for their Lord to come to their rescue, prayers dripping from their lips as the blood of their Sister had done moments before.

Carnivean restored his own body to full size, splitting his host in two; her body still clung to him and he shrugged it off as if he were removing a rain-soaked overcoat. He ran powerful fingers through his long midnight hair removing pieces of brain matter from his locks. With a casual wave of his hand his body was rid of the nun’s visceral residue.

Carnivean growled; his dalliance with the nuns was over. He wanted Mary Magdalen now, wanted to taste her again, all but devour her full round breasts and almost eat her soft, sensuous curves; her wickedness tasted like Heaven.

Mary Magdalen’s breath quickened as she saw the hunger in Carnivean’s eyes. She shuddered involuntarily as she remembered the insane orgasms he’d given her before.

She drank him in; he looked as if he were sculpted from shiny black metal; his hard, rippling muscles barely moved as he approached her.

She’d been surprised the first time she’d encountered a demon; she expected them all to be hideous beasts but, in fact, most of them were beautiful. But Carnivean was the most beautiful. He had high cheekbones and a strong, sculpted jaw. His flowing hair was so black it seemed to be weaved from strands of darkness. His eyes had no whites, no discernible irises but two orbs of obsidian set deep in their sockets. He was a Dark God to her. She wanted him and whimpered as he scooped her full body effortlessly up into his arms.

Dominus, despite still shaking with fear felt his cock harden as he watched Mary Magdalen and the demon Carnivean begin to fuck.

Carnivean lay Mary Magdalen down on the wet remains of Sister Jean- Baptiste. She arched her back as he rubbed the dead nun’s offal over her naked body and licked it clean again. He sat back on his haunches and smiled; he let his enormous, lizard-like tongue snake out of his mouth and flick over Mary Magdalen’s throbbing clit, making her thrash around wildly, gasping and moaning. Then he put it inside her, wriggled it around frantically, tasting the depths of her spasming cunt and sending her into near madness with pleasure. They both looked up as Dominus moaned loudly, his hand stroking the length of his rapidly swelling member.

He stared in awe at the demon and wondered what it felt like to be touched by him. He wondered what it felt like to be caressed by those huge, powerful hands and what it would feel like to be impaled on his huge cock.

‘Come and see, Father Dominus.’ The demon said with a huge grin, which made his face beautifully menacing. Dominus gasped, momentarily affronted that Carnivean had heard his thoughts.

‘Come, Father. Don’t be shy. Join us.’

Dominus hesitated for no more that a heartbeat, the screaming, flailing nuns now of no consequence to him as he approached the witch and her demonic companion, writhing together on the remains of the Sister Jean-Baptiste.

Mary Magdalen howled as the demon thrust his monstrous dick inside her. He could control the dimensions of his body and so narrowed and shortened his cock so as not to do the good Reverend any damage. But she liked them big, liked to feel them fill her up inside, loved to feel the hard rub against the soft, warm walls of her sex.

Father Dominus kneeled beside the fucking couple; Mary Magdalen opened her mouth to take him in but the demon said, ‘No, it’s Father Dominus’ turn now.’

Dominus was shaking, he’d never been fucked up the arse before, never mind by a demon with a foot long cock. He got on his hands and knees between Mary Magdalen’s legs with the demon behind him. He felt something warm and wet slide down between his buttocks. ‘A little lubrication, Father.’ The demon parted the priest’s cheeks and again spat on his tight bud. He pulled the priest to him.

Carnivean eased himself inside Dominus, lulling him into a false sense of security then thrust hard into him, making the priest squeal like a stuck pig. Dominus’ eyes bulged and saliva dripped off his lower lip and onto Mary Magdalen’s belly. She studied Dominus with wide eyes, knowing the pain he was feeling. She smiled up at him while she rubbed her clit and finger-fucked herself with her other hand. She was waiting for his expression to change, anticipating the pleasure she knew would register on his face any moment.

And then it came; Dominus’ head sprang up, his mouth hanging open and spilling gasps into the church, his pleasure echoing off the walls and coming back to him. The demon drove faster and deeper, harder and reached around to masturbate the priest’s cock, which was so hard it lay flat against his body.

Carnivean extended his tongue to reach Mary Magdalen’s needy pussy. He altered its dimensions and turned it into a phallus; she impaled herself on it, bucking her hips frantically as the tongue plunged in and out of her drenched, twitching cunt. She screamed and pulled at Father Dominus’ hair, the pleasure almost too much to bear as she convulsed and ejaculated so hard the clear fluid spurted onto the priest’s face.

The Sisters of the Blood of Christ had stopped screaming and watched the unholy trinity writhe together on the floor. Their prayers had dried up, their tongues silent. They spoke with a different voice now; wet virgin cunts called out to the demon with one voice, begging him to break their sacred seals.

Carnivean grinned at the collective lustful yearnings of the Sisters and of course obliged them. The demon stretched out his arms and splayed out the long, sharp-nailed fingers on his huge hands. The nuns gasped as Carnivean morphed his fingers into ten cocks. Each cock had a gaping maw on the end and a snaking tongue smacking the pouting lips, sniffing the air for untouched pussy.

The finger cocks each grabbed hold of a nun around the waist; each sister was fascinated and immediately touched their fingers to the pulsating veins on the phallus that held her fast. Each of them lay down, spreading their legs in the air in one fluid, unison motion. Carnivean mercilessly ploughed his way into their tight holes, each one of them screaming with erotic pain and began to buck their hips and frantically fuck the huge manhoods stretching them to tearing point, the cock-tongues drinking in the virgin stains.

The demon moaned at the heady aroma of sweet ripped hymen blood and darted his tongue over to lap at the scarlet flows gushing from each Bride of Christ.

The demon ejaculated as the rest of the orgy orgasmed; his booming cry shook the church as if the bricks and mortar themselves were in the throes of a shuddering climaxing; he fired his black seed deep into the bowels of Father Dominus whose eyes rolled up into his head as the torrent of hot ecstasy from Carnivean made him cum harder than he could ever have imagined.

As they all lay spend and sated, gasping, bloody, with spasming bloody wombs and dripping cocks, Carnivean smiled at another successful corruption.

Father Dominus was changed; he had tasted the very seed of evil, felt it pulse deep inside him and knew that it had touched the blackness there that was perhaps once a soul.

He knew now that there was a word to be spread, spread across the land, spread across the world and now he had a new hellish companion to help him deliver that message.

He knew that he and Mary Magdalen would meet with Carnivean again on another adventure to bring the teachings of his new God to a million new disciples.

© 2001 Alex Severin

Alex Severin is an author, editor, webmistess and hell-bound blasphemer, apparently. She has been published extensively on the web including at Short, Scary Tales, Death Grip, Suspect Thoughts, House of Pain & Bleeding
Minds.

'Bad Habit II - The Redemption of Mary Magdalen' appears in the debut edition of Peep Show erotic horror print magazine from SST Publications. Her short stories 'Bad Habit' & 'The Surrogate were both recommended for the HWA Bram Stoker Award.

Alex is webmistress and editor of Switcblade Kiss and Shadow of the Marquis webzines.
Exodus Erotica - The Official Alex Severin Website

BROKEN - Twisted Goresoaked Tales of Sex, Death and Pain
A collection by Alex Severin, Hertzan Chimera & Wrath James White
from www.mediumrarebooks.com ISBN: 0-9711162-2-9