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Speaker 1: tonight's show. She ran through the market, her heart pounding
Speaker 1: so hard it echoed in her ears, her lungs burning
Speaker 1: as they pressed against her ribs. Gasping, she turned to
Speaker 1: see if she had escaped. For folk's sake, she gasped
Speaker 1: as she sees the strange woman still there, not one
Speaker 1: hundred feet behind her. That woman's not even running, How
Speaker 1: the fuck is she keeping up with her? Turning to
Speaker 1: start again, straight into a woman with silver hair grabbing
Speaker 1: her by her shoulders. She pleads, help me, please. That
Speaker 1: woman is chasing me. She's trying to kill me. Her
Speaker 1: panic is reflected in the woman's eyes as she points
Speaker 1: toward her pursuer. Fuck cough, junkie. The woman snarls there's
Speaker 1: no one there, before pushing her away, aggressively, gasping her legs,
Speaker 1: burning through the exertion, fear pushing her on, motivating her
Speaker 1: Who the hell is this woman? What have I done
Speaker 1: to her? The thoughts echoing in her mind. With a
Speaker 1: veil of panic covering her, she finds it impossible to
Speaker 1: think clearly, to remember anything. Is this all just a
Speaker 1: bad dream? I'm going to wake him from any moment.
Speaker 1: Pushing forward between the market stools, out leaving the market
Speaker 1: behind her, a vision of a church appears, injecting much
Speaker 1: needed hope into her heart, a possible sanctuary. Whoever this
Speaker 1: demon of a woman is. She can't follow me into
Speaker 1: a church right, Drawing desperately on her last reserves of energy.
Speaker 1: Every movement of her legs agony as she runs through
Speaker 1: the gates, barely noticing the St. Joseph's signed that she
Speaker 1: stumbled towards the white doors. Glancing over her shoulder, the
Speaker 1: woman is still there, but seems to be hesitating at
Speaker 1: the church gate. Maybe she really can't come into church Land.
Speaker 1: Banging on the door as her body collapses against it
Speaker 1: for support, Gasping frantically, the door swings open as she
Speaker 1: falls inside, her body, finally submitting to the torment she
Speaker 1: has experienced. Her mind becomes shrouded in darkness and brief
Speaker 1: moments of confused consciousness, plague with vague sensations of a voice,
Speaker 1: a man's soothing voice, the sensation of being carried, the
Speaker 1: feeling of resting on a soft bed, the perspiration on
Speaker 1: her brow being wiped away with cold water, strong arms
Speaker 1: holding her, strange words echoing through her mind, the welcome
Speaker 1: caress of old water on her lips. It might have
Speaker 1: been ours, it might have been days before. The fall
Speaker 1: on sort of consciousness cascaded through her body, the panic
Speaker 1: returning with a jolt, filling her so completely that she
Speaker 1: sat bolt upright on the bed, Her eyes frantically dancing
Speaker 1: around the room to get a sense of where she was,
Speaker 1: the strange walls adorned with religious pictures with crosses. Suddenly
Speaker 1: feeling safe, she collapsed back on the bed, her mind
Speaker 1: slowly recovering had it been a dream? The door in
Speaker 1: the corner of the room glided open silently, a man
Speaker 1: walking in, obviously trying to remain quiet and not disturb anybody.
Speaker 1: Seeing her sat up in the bed, he said, oh,
Speaker 1: you're awake, an easy smiled, gently moving across his lips.
Speaker 1: I was a bit worried about you for a while.
Speaker 1: Walking over to the bed, Ignoring her shocked looked, he says, well,
Speaker 1: let's give you the once over now you're awake, his
Speaker 1: strong hand cradling her face as his thumb firmly draws
Speaker 1: her lower eightlid down. A flash of an image, a
Speaker 1: memory shoots her mind. Rough hands over her breast, pinching
Speaker 1: her nipples painfully, an electrifying bliss remaining. As those hands
Speaker 1: release her throbbing nipples, she moans involuntarily as a warmth
Speaker 1: grows between her thighs, a familiar yet strange desire burning
Speaker 1: through her. His hands moved down the back of her neck,
Speaker 1: pressing firmly along her muscles and shoulders, grows loudly as
Speaker 1: another image sparks in her mind, hands pulling tight on
Speaker 1: her hair, pulling her shoulders back as she feels a
Speaker 1: hard erection pressing deep inside her pussy, her hips moving
Speaker 1: in symphony with the memory desire dripping down her thighs.
Speaker 1: You took quite a bang there when you fell through
Speaker 1: the door, but I can't feel any real damage, perspiration
Speaker 1: dripping down her forehead as a burning desire moves through
Speaker 1: her body. Seeing the moisture, he raises a hand to
Speaker 1: her head, brushing her hair back, forcing an image into
Speaker 1: her mind of hands around her bound wrists, naked and vulnerable,
Speaker 1: the warm wood of a crucifix pushing along the length
Speaker 1: of a body. As a firm stroke of hand crashes
Speaker 1: across her naked ass, the initial sting of pain subsiding
Speaker 1: into a beautifully erotic sensation of glowing walls between her thighs.
Speaker 1: That hand sliding between her thighs, massaging her damp lips, slowly, painfully,
Speaker 1: slowly caressing her wet folds, before another crash of the
Speaker 1: hand across her ass. Her thighs tense and anticipation. Somewhere
Speaker 1: in the vision of voice whispers are you hot? Desire
Speaker 1: fills her body as her core clenches, overpowering any fear
Speaker 1: or any sense, opening her eyes the man's sensual gaze,
Speaker 1: watching her inquisitely as he repeats, are you hot? I
Speaker 1: can turn the thermostat down if you like. Smiling weakly,
Speaker 1: she just replies no, I'm fine. Suddenly remembering why she
Speaker 1: ended up here, she asked quickly the woman that was
Speaker 1: chasing me? Has she gone? Looking at her? He smiles calmly,
Speaker 1: there was only you at the door. Breathing a heavy
Speaker 1: sigh of relief, she sinks back into the bed. Are
Speaker 1: you okay? Yes, his words, concerned and natural. Yeah, yeah,
Speaker 1: I'm fine, Just struggling to remember some things. Something about
Speaker 1: his voice redated with a memory. She was trying desperately
Speaker 1: to recall something about him she felt she should remember,
Speaker 1: but just beyond her touch, so frustratingly close, and yet
Speaker 1: she couldn't. What are you struggling to remember? Maybe I
Speaker 1: can help. Concentrating for a moment, she suddenly felt like
Speaker 1: her whole life had started with her running across the
Speaker 1: market away from that evil woman who obviously wanted to
Speaker 1: kill her. Well, my name, for a start, and who
Speaker 1: the heck I am? And where that woman was chasing me?
Speaker 1: She laughed, mirthlessly. Standing by the side of the bed,
Speaker 1: his hands reached out for hers, placing her hand in his.
Speaker 1: A storm of images cascade into her mind, her eyes
Speaker 1: focusing on the throbbing erection inside his pants. She was
Speaker 1: there in front of an altar, a wall of green
Speaker 1: behind her, on her knees in silent prayer, as she
Speaker 1: slid his zipper down, his firm cock pushing into the air.
Speaker 1: She could taste his shaft on her lips as she
Speaker 1: slid them up and down his length, dragging her teeth
Speaker 1: along his throbbing erection. And then another hand, a woman's
Speaker 1: hand caressing his bulls as her tongue dances around the
Speaker 1: tip of his cock. The excitement of having him on
Speaker 1: the edge of her mouth and throbbing violently exciting her
Speaker 1: even more. Feeling his hand lift her, she rises from
Speaker 1: the bed, the comforter falling to the floor. A cold
Speaker 1: breeze caresses over her naked body. Fuck, she was naked,
Speaker 1: How the hell did that happened? You undress me? She
Speaker 1: asked nervously, suddenly feeling very self conscious. Laughing gently, he said, no,
Speaker 1: not me, my housekeeper. Your clothes needed a little attention,
Speaker 1: his eyes gently caressing over her body, somehow fueling the
Speaker 1: desire already there, her nipples painfully raising to his gaze,
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching and anticipation of well, she just didn't
Speaker 1: know what. Please. You have nothing to fear with me.
Speaker 1: Adam and Eve were perfectly naked in the garden of Eden,
Speaker 1: and that wasn't an issue until they felt ashamed by it.
Speaker 1: Still unsure, she nevertheless followed his lead as he led
Speaker 1: her to a large mirror in the corner of the room.
Speaker 1: Just look in the mirror, tell me what you see.
Speaker 1: Standing in front of the mirror, her naked body tense
Speaker 1: with self consciousness, throbbing with an unknown desire, she looked
Speaker 1: up and down herself from head to foot, her eyes
Speaker 1: settling on the eyes in the mirror as she whispers,
Speaker 1: it's just me. Gently, the warmth of his breath is
Speaker 1: her ears as he whispers it is will look harder.
Speaker 1: Maybe you're not seeing everything. Looking again, staring harder, there
Speaker 1: was something something just over her shoulder, something in the
Speaker 1: shadows in the corner of the room, almost a smile
Speaker 1: materializing out of the darkness. An image of Alice in
Speaker 1: Wonderland and the Cheshire Cat flooded her mind, the grin
Speaker 1: becoming attached to lips, a face, her face grinning ominously
Speaker 1: in the shadows, turning quickly, panic flooding her mind. But
Speaker 1: there is nothing there, just the shadows. You do see yourself,
Speaker 1: don't you, Beth? Beth, her name is Beth. How do
Speaker 1: you know my name? Do I know you? She stutters,
Speaker 1: her fingertiped touched with sanity, vanishing with every passing moment.
Speaker 1: You could say that you came to me a little
Speaker 1: time ago for help on a personal matter. You stayed
Speaker 1: for a while so we might explore it and help
Speaker 1: you find a resolution. He smiled, that smile that seemed
Speaker 1: to caress Beth from the inside out, that smile that
Speaker 1: brought flashes of a memory to her mind. Him over her,
Speaker 1: grasping her wrists as he pounded into her, his eyes,
Speaker 1: holding her gaze, smiling as thrust after deliciously powerful thrust
Speaker 1: hammered into her pussy, the tip of his cock pushing
Speaker 1: hard along the inside. That smile as his cock swelled
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching at him desperately, needly. She gasped loudly
Speaker 1: as she felt him erupt inside her, her own body,
Speaker 1: climaxing in beautiful sinchronity. As a memory dimmed, the sensations
Speaker 1: just grew stronger, the aching in her body undeniable. Who
Speaker 1: are you, she whispered, I'm father Simon. You do not
Speaker 1: remember me, at least, he said, raising her hand to
Speaker 1: her face, his finger tipped gently, caressing her skin. Electricity
Speaker 1: flooded through her body as his touch. Feeling desperate need
Speaker 1: to turn her face into his hand and suck on
Speaker 1: his fingers, to fall to her knees and submit to
Speaker 1: his desires. I doubt if I'm honest. Okay, come with me.
Speaker 1: Don't worry about being naked. There is no one else
Speaker 1: here and the doors are locked, his hand reaching out
Speaker 1: and finding hers, leading her gently through the door into
Speaker 1: the knave of the church. The ceilings rising high above
Speaker 1: her head, the sunlight beaming through stained glass windows, the
Speaker 1: colors dancing across the stone floor, beating her across the church,
Speaker 1: the cold air biting at her body, stimulating the rising
Speaker 1: desire moving through her further. Stopping at an old font,
Speaker 1: he says, put your hands on the font and look
Speaker 1: into the water. Obediently, Beth hands grasped the side of
Speaker 1: the font. Looking into the water, she feels a sudden
Speaker 1: urge to push her ass out, as if she could
Speaker 1: feel Simon's hands upon her hips, pulling her hard against him,
Speaker 1: as his swollen cock teases at her pussy, and as
Speaker 1: she feels out first thrust, stretching her lips as he
Speaker 1: fucks her deep and hard, the tension and her body grows,
Speaker 1: the passion burning between her thighs turning into a wildfire
Speaker 1: as she watches the waves of pleasure moving over her
Speaker 1: face in the watery reflection, her pussy clutching frantically a
Speaker 1: disthrusting cock, her own wet pleasure dripping down her thighs
Speaker 1: at the font, she can feel an orgasm rising, the
Speaker 1: expression of pleasure changing her face, her expression as if
Speaker 1: she was possessed by her own desire, her own lust.
Speaker 1: Staring hard into the face in the font, that look
Speaker 1: that woman's face looking back at her from the still water. Shocked,
Speaker 1: Beth pushes herself away from the font, leaning back over
Speaker 1: slowly as if she expects the water to explode in
Speaker 1: her face. Nothing but her nervous gaze looking back. What
Speaker 1: just happened, she asks, turning to face Simon. Just memories
Speaker 1: coming back. I'm sure now you know you always love
Speaker 1: the altar, he says, leading her to the green copped altar.
Speaker 1: The green walls a perfect backdrop to the golden crucifix
Speaker 1: that hangs there. Watching Simon move in front of the altar,
Speaker 1: as he turns to face her, his sum caresses her forehead,
Speaker 1: her knees buckled, the urge to fall to her knees
Speaker 1: overpowering as her gaze fixes on the erection, tenting his
Speaker 1: pants and desire, the need to taste him swamping every thought,
Speaker 1: the memory flooding her senses, her fingers grasping as stiff
Speaker 1: cock as she eases her lips over the end, tasting
Speaker 1: that delicious hint of his desire, as her tongue swirls
Speaker 1: over his tip, exploring him, enticing him as he thrust
Speaker 1: deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips as he threatens
Speaker 1: her throat, his fingers grasping her hair, pulling her tight
Speaker 1: onto his cock, and then from nowhere, another mouth moving
Speaker 1: deftly over his bulls red lips, sucking them into her mouth,
Speaker 1: forcing his cock to swell even harder in Bath's mouth,
Speaker 1: the first drop of pree come trickling over her tongue
Speaker 1: as she sees those eyes that face her face right
Speaker 1: next to hers, her eyes staring at hers as she
Speaker 1: takes its cock deep into her mouth. Shocked, Beth opens
Speaker 1: her eyes, chattering the memory into a thousand pieces, even
Speaker 1: more shocked to find herself on her knees, her arousal
Speaker 1: burning like a wildfire as she eyes the bulge in
Speaker 1: Simon's pants, the desire to taste him, to feel his
Speaker 1: seed exploding in her throat, to satisfy his desires, and
Speaker 1: then to feel her pussy full of his hard passion.
Speaker 1: As he pushes inside of her, pushing his hand through
Speaker 1: her hair, lifting her their eyes meeting their lips just
Speaker 1: inches away. Beth can taste the warmth of his breath,
Speaker 1: feel the heat of his desire pressing against her stomach
Speaker 1: as he whispers, you know there was one room you
Speaker 1: absolutely loved. How about that will bring your memory back,
Speaker 1: before taking her hand and leading her briskly to the
Speaker 1: door at the back of the knave. Taking a key
Speaker 1: from his pocket, he unlocks the door and steps aside.
Speaker 1: With a sweeping motion of his hand, he says, you
Speaker 1: open it please. It is your room and certainly a
Speaker 1: place where ladies always come first. Nervously, she places her
Speaker 1: hand on the door handle, turning it, pushing the door
Speaker 1: and standing back. Panic feels her as she stares through
Speaker 1: the open door at the site before her. So well,
Speaker 1: I hope you've enjoyed that. Part two next week so
Speaker 1: you'll have to see what's in the room and what's
Speaker 1: going to happen and who is that strange woman hanging around? Yes,
Speaker 1: this is a two parters, so you can tune back
Speaker 1: in next week when we can get wild in bed
Speaker 1: all over again. But until next time, and always with
Speaker 1: your pleasure in mind, this is Devil and Wild, wishing
Speaker 1: you salacious dreams. Empt