The brown haired woman dressed in black watched the church, her
expression grave. 'It doesn't make sense,' Sam thought as she looked out
from the shadows, 'it looks like it's been abandoned for years, not
days.'
The church stood on the corner, on the surface looking much like
it had when Sam had first visited here less than a week ago. But outer
appearances were deceiving. The aura around the place was oddly
sinister, the stained glass windows now empty portals, the doors handing
loose on the hinges. People noticeably detoured around it, some instinct
telling them to avoid it.
"Guess I'd better go in," Sam said grimly. The priest crossed
the street, pausing in front of the door. In a single smooth motion she
drew her pistols from beneath her black coat and shouldered the front
doors open, running in guns raised.
Inside the neglect was obvious, the church had been vandalized
badly. The wooden pews leading up to the altar were firewood now, the
ornate decorations around the church torn down or removed. The altar
itself was bare, the implements of a priest's duties all gone. The smell
of rot filled the stale air, and shit, strong enough to make her eyes
water.
"Defiled," Sam muttered softly, striding down the central
walkway as she slid one pistol away, the other still held ready.
There was a deliberate pattern to the damage, a feeling in the
air of pure corruption. Sam's trained eyes took in the destruction and
came to a simple conclusion: someone had intentionally desanctified the
church. Through acts of deliberate evil they had violated this place,
forever rendering it unfit for any sort of holy sacrament.
'On the other hand, unholy ceremonies,' Sam thought to herself
bleakly, 'will be right at home here now.' She reached the desecrated
altar and fought back a gasp, understanding where the scent of rot had
been coming from.
The nun's body lay sprawled in front of the altar, dressed in an
erotic parody of a traditional nun's garb. The black robes were replaced
with wide leather straps, a few accents of pure white cloth merely
highlighting the nudity, not hiding it. Short blonde hair curled about
an oddly innocent looking face, one that Sam recognized.
"Katherine," Sam murmured sadly, kneeling down beside her even
as she crossed herself reflexedly. The young woman had blood on her bare
thighs, whip cuts across her breasts, it looked like she had been raped
before she died. 'And maybe afterwards,' Sam thought as she reached out
to close those sightless blue eyes.
Katherine's body moved suddenly, grabbing her hand as the scent
of rot intensified. Sam brought her gun around even as Katherine spoke
in a raspy voice, "Anyone can fall from grace, Templar, even one like
this." The corpse leered up at her as it tried to asked seductively, "Do
you still find me pretty. Sam?"
BOOM!
The mingled scent of incense and gunpowder lingered in the air
as the now headless rotted body slumped backwards, the bullet having
splattered it's remains against the altar. It was as if the normal decay
had suddenly sped up, the flesh melting from the bones until tattered
remains of the costume and bare bones lay on the floor.
Sam slid her gun away and knelt there beside Katherine a moment
then softly said, "May God have mercy on your soul, amen."
The black clad woman rose, standing there for a moment studying
her surroundings. She turned, striding down the center aisle and right
out the front door. She looked around, seeing little traffic and no
pedestrians nearby and pulled a small device from her coat. With an
underhand throw she cast it into the building then sprinted away as fast
as she could.
The initial explosion blew the remaining windows out, then the
roof partially began to fall in from the structural damage. The thermite
charge ignited moments later and the remains of the building caught
flame. The fire roared on for minutes, the heat soaring, then the flames
eased off, leaving only smoldering ruins in it's wake.
Sam crossed herself, eyes dark with memory as she looked at the
wreckage. "I don't know who did that to you Katherine," she finally
said, "but I am going to find out." She turned, walking away into an
alley as she added, "And they're going to pay."
**********
Across town in an opulent mansion, the loud crack of a whip was
heard cutting through the near silence, followed by a anguished cry.
Diana reclined in her seat, almost looking like a queen on a throne as
the bosomy blonde watched them eagerly, the emblem tattooed into her
cheek almost glowing in the soft light.
The maid was expressionless as she drew her arm back, dressed in
the traditional garb of her profession. The whip hissed through the air,
the sound of flesh being struck, and she smiled as she heard the painful
cry, her black hair flowing down her back in a wave.
"The first set is done, Lady Diana," the maid turned to say.
Diana slid from her seat, the silken dress she wore whispering
as she walked over to the naked young woman secured from the ceiling.
The slim blonde panted softly, sweat soaking her skin, her back bleeding
slightly from the first set of whip cuts. Her bottom was rosy from the
paddle, her thighs having tasted strikes from the rod.
Diana reached out to draw the woman's face up, looking into her
bright green eyes as she said, "I'm glad you didn't run, Lina."
Lina shuddered slightly, biting back a moan of pain. "I know the
consequences of failure," she managed to get out, her breath coming
faster.
Diana stroked the cheek, smiling slightly. "Yes, you do," she
agreed. She slid her hand down, weighing a breast then grabbing at the
nipple. "And I know how much of a bottom you are," she cooed as she
savagely twisted.
"Ah!" Lina arched her back, pulling at the stripes taken from
her back, savoring the pain as she breast was firmly teased.
Diana leg go, stepping back as Lina slumped, gasping. Clear
fluid glistened on her thighs, the scent of arousal filling the air.
Diana turned to the maid, "Finish the whipping." She turned to walk away
before adding,. "And you can have her, once you're done."
"Thank you, m'lady," the maid bowed, looking over at Lina with
hungry interest.
Diana left the room, hearing the whip and Lina's cries of pain
and pleasure as she walked out into the hallway. She strode down the
hall, her secretary Grace silently falling into step beside her. "Any
progress on the Descent situation?" she asked.
"Descent has cut into our operations by 25% so far," Grace said
crisply, "we're working to compensate by channeling our resources into
activities she hasn't hit so far."
"No," Diana shook her head, "those are simply things she hasn't
gotten to yet."
"Ma'am," Grace nodded, the black haired woman making a note on
her personal organizer.
"Has it been confirmed that the Templar has allied with
Descent?" Diana asked as a waifish pretty boy opened the doors to her
chambers.
"Not yet," Grace answered. Diana glared at her but Grace
remained calm as she continued, "We know that she worked with Descent
against our smuggling operation, but I've had no reports of them working
together after that."
"Understood," Diana pulled her overcoat off, the revealing silk
gown she wore beneath it hugging her every generous curve.
The bedroom was opulent, decorated with the finest furnishings.
A mini-bar waited to be used on one side, nearby it trays of delicacies
to be sampled. The floor was covered by the deepest, most comfortable
carpet, matching the gentle rose that dominated the scene.
Grace completely ignored the whimpering young woman bound to the
center of the bed as she said, "We've had several private contractors
express interest in dealing with the situation."
"Interesting," Grace took her dangling earrings off, setting the
diamond studded jewelry down on an table as she studied the fearful
girl. "They'll need demon slaying experience," she slid glittering
bracelets off, "and no religious affiliations."
"Shall I offer a bounty or subcontract?" Grace asked.
"A bounty," Diana smiled coldly as she slipped her high heels
off, "it tends to encourage competition and speed in these little
situations."
"I'll see to it," Grace bowed, waiting to be dismissed. A wave
of Diana's hand sent her off and she strode away, her mind fully
occupied by the task ahead.
Diana reached up behind her neck, releasing a clasp and letting
her dress puddle around her feet. The girl would have gasped through her
gag, taking in those upthrust breasts, the slim waist and the entirely
unnatural phallus down below.
"It's not real," Diana said conversationally as she climbed up
on the bed beside the naked girl, "though I had it modeled as
realistically as possible." She undid the gag, drawing the damp ball
from the girl's mouth.
"Please...." the girl started.
Diana cut her off, pressing her mouth to hers. The kiss was
gentle at first, almost chaste as Diana pressed herself to her, then she
plunged her tongue home. She grabbed her face, exploring roughly before
drawing back, nipping roughly at her lips and entirely uncaring that she
was drawing blood. Diana slid her hand down, stroking the small breasts
and down to the lightly haired triangle. Fingers slid in carefully then
she smiled.
"Virgin road," Diana cooed in her ear, "just as advertised." She
slid into position between the girl's forcibly spread legs even as she
continued, "I love deflowering virgins...."
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