The Cursed Cunt Ch. 03

"Whenever the actions of any curse-bearer impinge upon the curse, in this instance through sexual intercourse, then either party may suffer the consequence, but the curse will subsist in the survivor. Only if both are in a state of grace, and ready to embrace eternal life, will the chain end... That is why Vicky is here."

Jane stared aghast at the nun, so placid and soft-faced, yet apparently so clinical in her dissection of life and death. "So you mean that...?" She gestured surreptitiously toward Vicky, who was still sitting some distance away, looking out over the car park, chain-lighting a new cigarette with the butt of her previous one.

"Yes," said the nun, without emotion. "She knows this is necessary. And she wants this -- to expiate her guilt in bringing about the death of her best friend."

Jane had had quite enough: she stood up in frustration, as her contempt boiled over. "This is insane, Mariana. Whatever you say, this is utter bullshit. You're setting up these two damaged, confused individuals to... to what exactly? Fuck each other at some stone circle in the middle of nowhere, because of some crackpot notion you have about a non-existent 'curse'. Surely even for a Catholic, this is beyond the pale -- what the hell?!"

"Sometimes the elephant's bottom is so big," smiled Sister Mariana, "that not just the flea, but the entire world, can't see around it. Wait and see, Inspector."

Jane wanted to respond, but did not have time to before Vicky, having finished her cigarette, returned, quietly taking the nun's hand and squeezing it. "Don't worry, Inspector", said the blonde. "I told you, none of this would have happened if it hadn't been for me. Mariana has explained it all. I am ready to be set free, and to be reconciled to Bernie, and to Father Jim: it's the right thing to do."

Jane McCann shook her head in dismay and disbelief.

~~~~~

Eighteen-year-old Miss Jennifer Boldacre giggled as she reclined naked on the king-sized bed, her back propped up on pillows, her long black hair draped around her full breasts. Her legs were splayed wide to expose her pink cunt, hairless apart from a thick but neatly trimmed bush poised on its north face. Beneath her blindfold, she blushed as she heard a man's voice saying: "Play with yourself for me, Jenny."

Jenny hesitated, pouted her lips sheepishly, then curled one finger into her pussy. She withdrew it and licked it, savouring the pungent sweetness, and giggled again. "Is that how you like it, baby?" she mewed, holding out her arms awhile as if to beckon the man to join her on the bed. But there was no answer, and she could see nothing. Uncertainly, she began to slide two fingers in and out of her cunt, pausing every now and then to rub her clit. She asked again, "You like that, babe?"

"Good, Jenny. But I like it dirty. Really dirty. You want me, you'd better prove how fucking filthy can you be."

Jenny wasn't entirely sure what kind of "filthy" was required, but she decided to collect some of her warm fuck-slime, reach further around her perineum, and paint some of the juice on the pucker of her own arsehole. She gently pushed her middle finger inwards, gasping as her sphincter clenched in surprise.

This time, she heard a chuckle of approval. "Good, Jenny, good. Go on, play with your arsehole and cunt for me."

Jenny felt relieved to receive the vote of approval. She used two fingers of one hand to stretch her cunt wide open, displaying the full glory of her glistening pink fuck-flesh, even as the middle finger of the other hand continued to probe deeper into her arse.

"Good, Jenny. Keep doing that. But talk to me. I want to hear some filthy shit coming from your mouth."

Filthy perv, groaned Jenny inwardly.What is it about men? But she was a trooper, and knew the prize she was after, so she girded her loins (metaphorically speaking), and spat out: "Oh yeah, I'm gonna frig both my holes for you, baby. You like watching that, don't you, you fucking perv?"

The man laughed. "I like watching a filthy slut play with herself," he replied breathlessly. "Especially dirty fucking church sluts like you."

Success, thought Jenny: she was clearly on the right track here. She giggled again, as she continued to slide one finger in and out of her arsehole, while the other hand frigged her cunt, and the thumb of that same hand rubbed her swelling clit. "I like frigging both my slut holes, baby. 'Cause I'm a dirty blindfold fuck-bitch, ooh yeah --" A shiver spread through her body, as she felt her pleasure build.

"Good, Jenny, I knew a well brought-up church-going whore like you would be good at this," replied the voice. "Rub yourself off for me, show me what you're like when you come all over your fucking fingers. Show me what you do when you jerk off in the back row at mass."

"Oh yeah, you want to watch me fucking come, babe?" Jenny squealed, picking up the pace of both her cunt-frigging and her dirty-talk. "Watch this filthy fucking Catholic Alpha slut come for you then. Watch me Nicky Gumbel my fucking cunt, till I come all over my fucking fingers, baby! Watch me come with my finger stuck up my holy fucking Christian arsehole, fuck yeaaahhh!" Soon her cunt spasmed and squirted, and she felt her bottom-hole pulsate around her finger as she screeched in pleasure: "Oh yeah, oh fucking Jesus, watch me fucking cummmm...!"

As her ecstasy subsided, Jenny licked her fingers, tasting the fragrance of both her holes, before giggling, "Was that good, bad boy? You gonna fuck my nice Catholic throat with that big dick now?"

She heard her interlocutor approach the bed, felt his cock nudging gently at her face, pre-cum smearing onto her cheek. Jenny stuck her tongue out to taste the pungent shaft, then licked her lips before asking, "We won't be interrupted though, will we, babe? Vicky not coming back today then?"

Giles Byard-Jones gently pulled off Jenny's blindfold, before replying: "No, I don't think Vicky's ever coming back, Jenny. Now suck my cock like a good whore."

~~~~~

Evening was approaching at theSecgan Ring, as Father James Wright knelt in prayer before the low stone altar, facing the rough-hewn stone cross, approximately six feet tall, which stood at its head. His heart was stilled now, his brow unfurrowed, for he knew what must be. And as he knelt, he caught sight of a party of four cresting the hill and approaching along the ridge. He knew who they were. And he closed his eyes and prayed with joy:

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me throughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.

It did not seem long before he heard a voice saying softly, "Are you ready, Jim?" Jim recognised who it was by the accent.

"So good of you to come, Mari. God bless you," said the priest, lifting his head to see the nun smiling at him, with a man and woman he didn't recognise standing back by one of the menhirs, watching.

"I've brought a couple of police officers, I'm afraid," said the nun. "But I don't think they'll interfere."

"No... it's not as if I've committed a crime as such, is it?" chuckled the priest sheepishly. "Oh Mari, you must think so ill of me; I am so sorry to put you through this."

"Friends, Jim. That's what we're for, no? But... I've also brought Vicky."

Jim started. "Vicky?!" He frowned, thought, and then realised. "Oh no, is that necessary? Surely she can be spared!" He stood up swiftly.

"I think we have no choice, Jim," said Mariana, as she waved to Vicky and beckoned her forward. "Someone has to, or the curse cannot end."

"I am so sorry, Vicky," said Jim, once the blonde girl had joined them. "I have been such a fool."

"Us both, Father. But the important thing is that we can end this. Mariana, will you hear our confessions?"

Phil and Jane stood in the background watching as fallen priest and fallen woman knelt before the nun. "What the fuck is going on, Jane?" asked Phil impatiently. "Aren't you going to arrest him -- or at least question him?"

"Wait, Phil, wait. I don't understand what's happening either. But Mariana thinks she can bring this to a close. Let her speak with them. If all else fails, we can pull him in afterwards."

"After what? What are they going to do?"

"Sh -- just wait..." said Jane, watching as both Jim and Vicky continued to kneel side by side on the rough ground facing the cross, the setting sun casting their shadows lengthwise up the altar. Mariana stood facing them, her arms stretched out, almost cruciform, and began to recite:

And the scribes and Pharisees brought unto him a woman taken in adultery. "Master, this woman was taken in adultery, in the very act. Now Moses in the law commanded us, that such should be stoned: but what sayest thou?" But Jesus said unto them, "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her."

"This is ridiculous!" grumbled Phil. What are they going to do -- have a whole fucking religious service whilst we stand here watching?"

"If only, Phil," replied Jane quietly. "But I think even we are about to be shocked," she added, as Mariana continued:

And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst. When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, "Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?" She said, "No man, Lord." And Jesus said unto her, "Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more."

Mariana lowered her arms, clasped her hands over her abdomen, and began to walk back along the east ridge, the route by which they had originally approached the stone circle, beckoning to Jane and Phil to go with her. Puzzled but compliant, they followed, as Mariana continued to recite:

Remember, I have formed thee; thou art my servant. O Israel, thou shalt not be forgotten of me. I have blotted out, as a thick cloud, thy transgressions, and, as a cloud, thy sins. Return unto me, for I have redeemed thee.

When they reached the crest of the east ridge, Mariana turned -- and so did Jane and Phil. Straining their eyes against the setting sun, Phil and Jane gasped -- for Jim and Vicky were now naked, lying together atop the stone altar. The setting sun had burst through the dark Cumbrian clouds, so that only their two silhouettes could be descried in the distance -- but now joined as one flesh. "My God, they're fucking!" exclaimed Phil, as they watched Jim and Vicky embracing, their outline of their bodies turned by the setting sun into a twisting, curling, rolling, writhing black cut-out, overseen by the rough silhouette of the cross. Mariana's arms were outstretched again, but now lifted up towards the sky, as she called out across the hilltop:

Sing, O ye heavens, for the Lord hath done it: shout, ye lower parts of the earth; break forth into singing, ye mountains, for the Lord hath redeemed you, and glorified himself in you.

"Jane, what the fuck?!" whispered Phil. "Did you knowthis was going to happen?"

"No, but... just let it go, Phil, let it go," she said. "See, it's like you and me are fleas on the backside of an elephant. The universe is moving around us in ways which are beyond the reach of our vision. I think Mariana can see just a teensy bit further than we can; let her get on with it."

The nun was doing just that, as she continued to call:

"I am the Lord that maketh all things; that stretcheth forth the heavens alone; that spreadeth abroad the earth by myself; that frustrateth the tokens of the liars, and maketh diviners mad; that turneth wise men backward, and maketh their knowledge foolish."

The sun was touching the horizon now, its broad red glow spreading horizontally, making the writhing, wriggling, curling silhouette on the altar stand out with black-and-white clarity. Intermittently, Jane could make out the curvaceous buxom form of Vicky, her full round breasts and buttocks bouncing and jiggling; Jim's shape, older, straighter, but, divested of his clerical garb, lithe and energetic, his stiff penis forming a bridge between their two bodies; and then, best of all, the two of them joined, multiform, flexible, stretching, lunging, combining and recombining, as if their ecstasy were straining to touch eternity.

Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word. For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people...

The sun was beginning to disappear beneath the horizon. "Wait," said Phil to Jane, "you can't just leave them out there in the dark. He might escape again. And we need to take Vicky home, don't we?"

Jane paused and sighed. "I don't think they'll be coming home, Phil," she said, shaking her head. "Will they, Mariana?"

Barely noticeably, and still praying out loud, the nun shook her head. The flexiform black silhouette on the altar was more animated than ever now -- writhing, stretching, rising and falling, one flesh seemingly undivided. From the setting sun beyond came a shaft of light which passed through a cleft in one of the standing stones, creating the effect of a pillar of fire which appeared to hover above the altar and envelop the outline of the two penitents joined. Mariana lowered her hands, put her palms together, and knelt, as she said, more quietly now:

Into your hands, Father of mercies, we commend our brother and sister, in the sure and certain hope that, together with all who have died in Christ, they will rise with Him on the last day.

Phil gasped, and clasped his hand over his mouth in belated horror-filled realisation, as Mariana continued to pray:

Merciful Lord, turn toward us and listen to our prayers: open the gates of paradise to your servants and help us who remain to comfort one another with assurances of faith, until we all meet in Christ and are with you and with our brother and sister for ever.

Jim and Vicky, still copulating, rose as one, the full length of their bodies pressed against each other's, arms stretched wide. Their joint silhouette found that same cruciform outline, and now they appeared to be subsumed into it, so that nothing was visible but the cross, yet seemingly writhing, twisting and pulsating, enveloped by its pillar of fire.

Sound an alarm in my holy mountain. Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for behind them a flame burneth. I will shew wonders in the heavens and in the earth, blood, and fire, and pillars of smoke. The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood. And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be delivered.

A new dark cloud scudded across the corner of that small part of the sun which remained visible over the horizon. There was a deep rumble of thunder which seemed to envelop the whole mountain, and in an instant the pillar of fire became a pillar of cloud, darkness fell, and stone circle, altar, cross and Jim and Vicky's writhing silhouette disappeared from sight. High above there shone a dark red moon, across which flew momentarily the outline of a large white dove. Then that too disappeared behind black cloud -- and there was darkness over the land.

Out of that darkness could be heard Mariana's voice:

May the Angels lead them into paradise; may the martyrs receive them at their coming, and lead them into the holy city, Jerusalem. May the choir of angels receive them, and with Lazarus, who once was poor, may they have everlasting rest.

Amen.

"Amen," muttered Jane.

"Fuck," said Phil.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, some three hundred miles south-southeast, Miss Jennifer Boldacre screeched in triumph, as Giles Byard-Jones emptied his balls deep into her hot gaping rectum. Not far away, Bishop Kieran Conway chuckled, as he kissed Mrs Amanda Hutchinson full on the lips and slid his penis into her vagina.

None of them noticed that the very weft and warp of the Universe had changed. But then -- as Sister Mariana might have said -- fleas don't notice things like that.

THE END