The Enlightenment of Hanna Ch. 10

Hanna knew that Damian's seed was the last ingredient needed to seal the bond between Kate and her cuckold. Her caustic threats had really only been made to prevent him from balking in that very moment at what was about to happen. She knew that by the time this night was over, William would be hopelessly bound to his black cock loving wife, and therefore, Damian.

Sure enough, William whispered to his wife of how sexy she had looked with Damian's manhood inside her, spreading her muff as he'd never seen it before. He promised her that she'd never looked more beautiful than when she'd been cumming on his big, black cock.

Hearing his every word in her mind, as well as Kate's ebullient reaction at hearing them, Hanna knew that her task was complete.

The remainder of the night was made up of an amalgamation of lustful pursuits. All of which further cemented the bond between Damian, Hanna, and their new consorts. Haley finally got to live her fantasy as the Duchess of Cambridge sucked libidinously at her cunt while Damian plowed the future Queen-Consort from behind.

William watched his wife's new sexual proclivities with rabid interest, especially when she sucked a load of Damian's cum from Hanna's freshly fucked pussy. Hanna could see in his mind that he knew that meant his wife would soon visit him to share her tasty treat. And when she did, Hanna couldn't help but notice how eagerly the future King accepted it. She also couldn't help but smile at Williams's thoughts as he tasted her flavor on his wife's lips. Looking down, Hanna could see how his little member strained at its cage, the head an almost plum shade of purple.

The night had ended with Kate removing the key from around her neck and unlocking the cage surrounding her husband's penis. It's once brilliant diamonds were now crusted with a dull coating of the near-continuous flow of pre-cum that had secreted from William's little man during the night. As Damian thrust into her from behind, giving her one final taste of his black magnificence, Kate took her husband's diminutive erection in her mouth and sucked on it lovingly. She probably hadn't bobbed her head a half-dozen times when William sighed as he squirted his load into her mouth. Though Hanna could read the disappointment in Kate's mind at her husband's flagrantly quick ejaculation, she'd still lovingly cleaned him up as Damian pounded her to another screaming climax.

When they'd flown out the next day, they had done so knowing that when the time came for William to be crowned King, his influence would be available to Damian whenever it was needed.

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Though she hadn't laid eyes on her former husband in close to a decade, Curtis had never been far from Hanna's mind. The way she'd lain waste to his life by divorcing him and destroying the homogeneous bubble in which he thrived in Clayton had never sat well with her. Even then, she'd known that Curtis would struggle to find an equilibrium without the church to anchor his life.

At first, her father had kept Hanna abreast of the goings-on surrounding her ex. It was easy enough for him to do with her former husband living in his house,

Hanna's hopes that Curtis would find someone else in town to love had been short-lived once her mother had forced her hand regarding the divorce. Hanna's plague of black cocks had decimated the city and surrounding area of any realistic options for Curtis to avail himself of. Not unless he was willing to marry into a cuckold lifestyle that is.

Once he'd moved on to Houston, Hanna had employed one of Damian's followers to keep track of her former husband. The man had embedded himself in the community and even gotten to know Curtis casually, making it much easier for him to keep Hanna up to date on her former husband's life.

Curtis seemed to be doing okay within his day to day life, but her emissary reported that he seemed lonely.

Hanna approached Damian and reminded him of his promise to see to it that her former husband had someone appropriate to love. Damian had caressed her cheek and promised that he hadn't forgotten. He then explained that Curtis was not yet ready to meet his mate and that he still had ample road left to travel before he reached the point in his life he would be accepting of the relationship.

Of course, it was Damian and Hanna who'd tipped off the paparazzi about Tyler Bevins being present in the Greek Isles. After the pair had seduced the young ingenue, letting her feed on Damian's cum straight from Hanna's well-fucked pussy. The gorgeous blonde had engineered the scene in the fountain that had set off the media feeding frenzy over the former Disney princess.

Hanna hadn't given a second thought to how the event might affect her former husband. But when she did get the call telling her that he'd been let go from his job, she couldn't help but feel guilty.

No soul didn't equate to no conscience. At least not when it came to the ones she cared for.

Hanna had again gone to her lover, but Damian had reassured her that Curtis's heart wasn't yet ready.

As she lived her life of extravagant travel, decadent prosperity, and hardcore sex, it was hard on Hanna to read the reports she received on Curtis as he faltered further. The sexy blonde temptress couldn't imagine her former husband as a day worker with a slowly increasing alcohol problem, but detailed updates painted just that picture.

After receiving news of him receiving a second beating, Hanna had dispatched a security team to shadow the former pastor and ensure that he wasn't harmed any further. Damian had handpicked the men in question, telling her that they each had particular skills that would serve her former husband in time. He didn't offer details but didn't have to. Hanna trusted his words to her implicitly. The father of all liars would never lie to her, he knew he didn't have to.

Hanna ensured there was always someone in the area that was willing to hire her former husband for cash doing simple jobs. He was mostly unskilled, so it limited his options to things of a manual labor type nature.

The night he was mugged, the criminal in question would have killed him had it not been for the security men that Hanna had sent. The nineteen-year-old mugger had murdered his last two targets after being forced to serve time when a victim had identified him in a police lineup. Eighteen months in jail had done little more than teach his anti-social mind that it was unwise to leave the people he robbed alive.

Under the guise of a homeless man, the security specialist whose talents included, among many, the gift of blending into any environment, had surprised the criminal and scared him away before any permanent harm could befall the former pastor.

Under orders from an enraged Hanna, a small team was dispatched to track down the criminal. Once he was located, they took him as he surveyed the street for a new victim. He soon found himself hogtied in the back of a rented panel van as the group drove north.

Whatever horrors the young man had been expecting during the long drive, he seemed vastly relieved when he was brought before a beautiful and lithe blonde inside what was obviously an empty warehouse.

As sexy as the blonde was, the dark-headed Amazon beside her had an air about her that was hard enough to shake even a hardened criminal.

Though his captors surrounded him, the young murderer and potential serial killer decided now wasn't the time to act afraid. Whatever these people had in store for him, he didn't plan to show them fear.

That didn't last very long.

Later that night, police were called to a local hospital where an unknown man had been dumped outside the hospital. He had been sodomized repeatedly and had his hands, eyes, and tongue removed.

The sodomy hadn't been a part of the plan. At least not until Curtis's attacker had exposed what turned out to be a really substandard black cock and informed Hanna that he knew what she needed and explained that he was just the man to give it to her.

Bad move. It turned out that Hanna's big, black cock was much more impressive.

His hands were removed to prevent him from being able to ever apply his trade again. His eyes? Well, Hanna was a well-known face by then, so after it had been ascertained that he was unaware of who she was, they were taken to prevent him from identifying the beautiful blonde.

And his tongue? Well, there are just some things one shouldn't say to a lady. Lilith later had the offending oral appendage tanned and strung on a necklace. She wore it to send a message to all who heard the myth that sprung up around the case.

Hanna had wanted Curtis closer to her home after that. Somewhere that was a bit more open to the homeless lifestyle he was currently living.

It was one of her operatives that had whispered repeatedly in Curtis's ears about the relative safety and acceptance in San Francisco when it came to the homeless population, at least compared to Houston.

Another had provided Curtis with enough work that he could save to make the trip northwest. There had been two of her operatives making the trip north with Curtis once he boarded a Greyhound bus wearing the only clean outfit he owned.

Hanna felt strangely better having her former husband just a short plane flight away. Rotating bands of security specialists kept a web of protection around the ex- children's pastor. They did so in various guises. Sometimes they were dressed as sanitation workers, police officers, or park workers. There was even one man who lived the vagrant lifestyle within the same encampment that Curtis called home.

Though the two never interacted, he was Curtis's guardian during the long and dark nights sleeping in the park.

His guardian, a man named Reggie, was the one who rescued Curtis the night he overdosed. It had been a near thing. The private medical team he'd called had nearly lost the former youth pastor two times on the way to the medical triage Hanna had set aside in the event of an emergency.

So it was that four days later, a very poorly aged and worn-down version of the man Hanna remembered was brought to the Trousdale compound. He was confused though otherwise healthy. The medical team had treated him for several conditions that were a direct result of his homelessness. Other than a borderline case of pneumonia and a severe case of malnutrition, Curtis had several infected cuts and scratches on his body that had to be treated. Thanks to the local needle exchange program, Curtis had avoided more threatening health issues like HIV.

Despite the food prepared by a licensed nutritionist and chef that he'd been fed over the last four days, Curtis looked like he weighed less than his former wife. His once thick hair had thinned, and Hanna could just see wisps of gray starting to prematurely form at his temples.

Though he was now thirty years old, Hanna thought Curtis looked fifteen years older than that. Hanna might have been missing her soul, but Curtis's eyes were the ones that were empty and soulless.

For Curtis, seeing Hanna for the first time in a little more than a decade was like having a flash from a past life. Something about her was unnerving, but Curtis couldn't quite put the finger on what it was.

Hanna sat by the pool at a covered table as she reclined in a high back lounge chair. Across from her was a redhead that looked vaguely familiar to the former pastor. The memories of his time in Clayton were a bit hazy, perhaps a result of his drug use, or maybe because he wanted to forget because it was too painful to remember all he'd had and lost.

Curtis followed the maid who'd answered the door as he was let in the house. She led him to a chair that had been placed so that it faced Hanna.

Hanna stood to greet her former spouse. She had felt sad for her former husband all these years. She'd never understood him, not really. There had always been some part of himself that he'd kept hidden away from her. Something inert yet essential he'd strove to keep hidden at all cost.

Be that as it may, and regardless of the poor job he'd done as her husband, Hanna knew Curtis to be a gentle person who cared about those around him. Hanna had always assumed his many shortcomings, and there had undoubtedly been many, were a direct result of her mother's manipulation. But now, she could see that wasn't totally true.

Hanna's gift, while substantially more potent than Scottie's or Haley's, paled in comparison to Damian's. Her lover's ability to know a man's mind was omniscient. From halfway around the world, Damian could focus on a man's mind and know his heart and what it coveted.

For Hanna, it was different. Her powers were more line of sight, at least initially. It was like her humanity dampened the gift in comparison to Damian's. She had to be in the presence of a person at least once before she could know their mind. It was like she needed that proximity so that her mind could synch to theirs.

This was her first time being near Curtis since the night she'd left him, the night she'd first been with Damian and gained her abilities.

And it was enlightening.

"Hanna?" Curtis asked as if he thought she might be an apparition.

Hanna stood in front of her ex-husband, taking in his visage and reading his mind. There was very little left of the man she'd known inside him. It was as if almost everything her mother had poured into him had been emptied out and in its place was despair.

Hanna placed a hand on each of his shoulders and gently pulled the frail man in, placing a kiss on his cheek, much like the night she'd left him.

Reaching up, Hanna dragged a finger across his cheek, wiping away the traces of lipstick she'd left there.

"You look like shit, Curtis,"

"What do you want, Hanna? Why am I here?"

Hanna turned and walked back to the table, sitting in her chair and motioning for Curtis to have a seat. When he'd complied, Hanna informed the two security guards who'd been flanking him, that they were no longer needed.

When they were alone, Hanna motioned her head towards the woman sitting across the table and said, "Curtis, you remember Scottie, right?"

The gorgeous redhead looked up from the magazine she'd been reading and smiled, "Good to see you again, Pastor."

Curtis merely tilted his head, nodding slightly at Scottie. He remembered her now. She was the woman that Hanna had befriended, the one that had helped steal her away from him.

No, that wasn't actually true, Curtis knew that now; he'd maybe even known it back then. She'd never really been his in the first place because he'd never wanted her. Oh, at first it had hurt when she'd abandoned him, but later he'd come to recognize it for what it really was.

An escape.

Hanna hadn't been his wife. She was his hostage. Maybe not literally, but it had amounted to as much. He knew that now though even a decade removed from the events, it was still hard to admit. Had she stayed with him, Curtis knew that in time she would have grown to hate him. She would have been a beautiful flower that withered on its stem.

That thought jarred something in his mind. The thing that had unnerved him when he first saw Hanna sitting there in that chair like she hadn't a care in the world.

She didn't look like she'd aged a day since he last saw her.

Her hair was different, for sure. Lighter and a bit shorter than how she'd worn it back home and certainly more stylish. Her flashy nails and the piercing in her belly button were new as well. A flashy red stone, a ruby perhaps, glistening in the sun as it covered her innie. One of the few things that he remembered about her body.

Of course, it was all on display now. The country girl with simple tastes and modest values was no more. The bikini she wore could hardly qualify as wholesome, it's limited material, some kind of sheer yet sparkly manmade fabric he didn't recognize. It hugged her body as if it had been made explicitly for it, which judging from the house she now called home, it likely was.

Her skin was still smooth and unblemished, and though he knew she'd had a child in the decade since they'd parted, there was no sign of it. Her exposed stomach was still taut and toned with no stretch marks or scars.

When they'd cleaned him up in the hospital, Curtis had taken a look at himself in a mirror for the first time in years, and what stared back had not been a pleasing sight. Gone was the babyface of his youth. His skin had been prematurely aged by his life on the streets and the various chemical abuses he'd heaped upon it. Though they'd washed and trimmed his hair where they'd been keeping him, it still lacked the health and vitality of his youth, now appearing thinned and a bit stringy.

And while life since his marriage to Hanna had robbed him of all the baby fat he'd carried through his younger years, the picture that had stared back at him in the mirror had hardly been one of health. His second day in the triage where they'd kept him, the nutritionist had told him he weighed in at a gaunt one hundred and fifteen pounds.

For him, Curtis knew that time had advanced at an accelerated rate, but it seemed to have stopped altogether for his former wife.

"You look... I can't believe..." Curtis sputtered, unable to articulate what he wanted to say, he was so stunned by her appearance.

Finally, he simply asked, "How?"

Reaching for a pack of cigarettes sitting on the table, Hanna grabbed one out and picked up a silver lighter, lighting it. Exhaling the smoke away from where he sat, Hanna smiled at her former husband, totally seeming to understand what had him so flummoxed.

"Just good clean living, I guess," Hanna said as she brought the cigarette to her lips once more. Her words drew a laugh from Scottie across the table.

Any response Curtis could formulate was cut off by the sound of childish laughter. Turning his head, he saw a young teenage girl lead two younger kids out into a grassy area on the other side of the pool. One of them was a boy, who although obviously more youthful than the teen girl, was almost her height.

"You guys don't get too rough!" Curtis heard a feminine voice call out. Turning his eyes back towards the door, he was again shocked into his past by a surreal sight.

Haley approached their table, a smile on her face as she looked his way. He was almost taken aback as she unabashedly approached him and bent to envelop him in her arms.

"It's so good to see you again, Curtis. I'm so pleased to hear you're doing better."

"Haley?" he asked as he again felt himself almost swoon in the knowledge of how unchanged she was. Even after his ordeal, Curtis's mind was clear enough to reason that his former youth worker was in her late twenties. Yet she still looked like she was barely out of her teens.

Haley just smiled back at him.

The sounds of squeals and arguing reached them from where the kids romped around, kicking a soccer ball over in the grassy area.

Nodding her head in their direction, Haley said, "I'd better run so I can go officiate. If I don't, the girls will eventually start teeming up together on their brother, and all hell will break loose."

As the sexy brunette walked away, Hanna read the jumble of confusing thoughts rampant in Curtis's mind as he tried to make sense of Haley's words.

"The oldest girl is Scottie's daughter. You might vaguely remember me staying with her one night after class and waiting on her momma to finish with a late-night work meeting."

Curtis searched his memories and vaguely recalled the night in question. He'd gone home that night and done a search on the redhead and her boss. He felt himself blush at the ignorant conclusions he'd drawn from what he found on the internet.