The Exorcism Pt. 02

This is a work of fiction. BDSM should only be practiced with enthusiastic consent and safewords.

2.

The priestess took one more swig of water then dumped the rest over her head. It was the middle of the night, yet the room was as hot as summer. Her shirt was heavy with sweat, and it pulled down on her tits, making it hard to breath. She yanked it over her head, letting her breasts swing free, and took a deep, much needed breath. Her skin was itchy, and her nipples sore from where they had rubbed the fabric. She brushed them with her fingertips and winced. Hard as diamonds, and my oh my they were sensitive. Her eyes crept to the table and the bowl with the silver gel, and she quickly spread some over her chest. The relief was immediate as the cooling gel soothed her boobs, and she sighed, happy that they were no longer crammed in that awful fabric.

They had been there for a long time. So long, in fact, that the candles needed changing. As the priestess lit new ones she glanced down at Rebecca, who seemed to be in a trance. It seemed mere moments ago that she had been awake and alert, crying softly at each stroke of the paddle, each strike of the crop. The edges of her mouth were lifted -- she had been as liable to laugh as she was to scream, finding joy in the pain. Whether it was Rebecca or the demon inside her that took to the punishment so eagerly was impossible to say. But that's what they were there for, and the priestess had shown her no mercy.

They had begun with her breasts. Banded tight as they were they had grown plump and red with blood, her nipples so hard it seemed they might burst. They must have ached terribly, and the priestess set to remedy that. Grabbing a thin wooden cane from the table she rubbed it across the bound woman's thighs. "Do you know what this is?" Rebecca shook her head, and the priestess responded by striking her above the knees. Rebecca screamed and pulled at her bonds. "Don't worry," the priestess said, pinching Rebecca's left nipple, "it isn't for your legs." Rebecca seemed to understand, and she cried as the priestess lifted her nipple and began caning the underside of her boob. A sort of rhythm was established: ten easy strokes followed by five harder ones, then a really hard one at the end. Move a few inches, and repeat. It took some time. She circled each breast carefully, lifting and pulling each nipple in all directions to make sure every square inch of Rebecca's tits received the same level of treatment. By the end Rebecca was sobbing. Deep red lines covered her chest, but there was no broken skin.

Ready to move on, but wanting to keep her captive's mind on her tits, the priestess pulled off the rubber bands. Rebecca took deep steadying breaths, but these turned to moans as the clamps bit down on her swollen nipples. The priestess ignored her screams as she tightened the clamps as tight as they could go. They were heavy and large, gripping the skin with a small row of barbs, but you could never be too careful with a demon such as this at your fingertips. A thin chain ran between each nipple, and was pulled so tight a mouse could walk across it. The thought pleased the priestess, and she stored it in the back of her mind for later, should it be needed.

She walked to the foot of the bed and snapped each of the bands on Rebecca's feet. But the priestess wasn't there for feet: a changing of the guard was in order for the woman's rear. Her legs were lifted, and the priestess slowly removed the rod from Rebecca's ass. It came out steadily, and Rebecca sighed as it did. Then the priestess picked up another toy from the table. Blinded as she was Rebecca could not see what it was, but she could feel its smooth glass surface rub against her pussy and alongside her clit. Her vagina flexed, trying to pull the object in, but her front hole was not its destination. The priestess rubbed some gel on the first anal bead, which was as small as a pea, and slipped it into Rebecca's ass. Loosened as it was from the rod it went in without issue, though Rebecca tensed as she realized what was coming. The next two beads swiftly followed suit. Then the priestess took a candle and held it below the forth bead, this one as wide as a quarter, before pushing it in. Her captive squealed, and the next two entered in a similar fashion. The last one was the size of a plum, and this was pushed in without ceremony. It hardly needed the help. Rebecca's asshole was slick with soothing gel, and cum from her leaky pussy, and the final bead popped in without complaint, though the moans that came through the gag suggested the ass's owner might not have found the process quite so easy.

As the priestess lowered Rebecca's legs, she couldn't help but notice how remarkably unblemished her stomach was. After tying her ankles to the bed posts, sprawling the young woman out like a starfish, she went to the table to find something with which to rectify the situation. As she looked over her instruments the candle in her hand slipped, and a glob of melted wax landed on her hand. The priestess hissed in pain. The wax burned, and the feeling was not swift to depart. Then she realized: she had exactly what she needed for Rebecca's stomach.

The first few drops were met with a steady groan, which only grew louder as more and more wax was dripped onto her body, and turned to screams when a few drops somehow landed on her newly exposed cunt. But there was something different to the woman's cries. They were harsher, more guttural, and deeper in tone. They were unlike anything the Priestess had ever heard, even during other exorcisms. There was no trace of humanity in them.

They were close now, very close. More than once the priestess had brushed a hand over Rebecca's vulva -- once to reapply the gel, a few more times to give it a hearty smack -- and been amazed by what she had felt. The heat it gave off was incredible. Her lips and folds were swollen and soft. The stench of it was strong, but it wasn't only Rebecca's groin that filled the air with its scent. The priestess had been absentmindedly playing with her pussy, and when she sniffed her fingers, she realized that her smell was as strong as Rebecca's. It was no great surprise: her pussy had soaked through her undergarments and left a trail of juice running down her leg. Something deep inside her was greatly pleased by the situation, and her body was happy to express it. She slipped out of her panties and tossed the sopping rag in the corner. Being naked brought a new sense of intimacy to the exchange, and this only aroused her further.

It was time. She had Rebecca in a subspace, floating free and empty, connected to the world only through her vagina. This tortured soul was as close to Goddess as she was liable to get. "Listen to me," the priestess said, leaning in close. "The demon is at the very edge of your being. I can see it moving beneath your skin. It wants to come out, and we're going to help it. Be strong, Rebecca. The end is nigh." Rebecca moaned in response. Or rather, something moaned through her. Something big. Something scary. The priestess sat at the foot of the bed and leaned in towards Rebecca's vagina, marveling at its significance. Buried in those lips was Her gateway into life, the epicenter of Her Grace. That opening was blocked by a demon. And she was going to get it out. But first...

A short wooden rod lay under the bed. The priestess grabbed it and brought it into the candlelight. The shaft ended in a hunk of rubber in the shape of a man. Not a large man, but certainly an excited man. The priestess blushed at the thought of what she might like to do with such a man. Men were by no means exempt from demonic possession. She had more than a few bound before her in her time, and she had used her hips to exercise their demons and bring them back to Goddess. It was a duty she relished, and she yearned to feel a cock, even this rubber one, pressing into her.

But that was not what they were here for. For now, she placed the tip of it at the entrance to Rebecca's vagina and began pushing it in. Unlike the objects in her ass this one entered her slowly, and with great care. Rebecca's hips bucked. She let out a cry louder and longer than any produced by the cane or crop, only this time there was no pain in it. Well, perhaps a little, but only that of a hard stretch, one that soon loosens and gives way to pleasure. The priestess helped it along by spinning the cock in tight circles, pushing it in and out of her, and as Rebecca's pussy relaxed the priestess moved it faster, harder, faster, harder, fucking Rebecca as hard as anyone could ever dream of, and then harder still. With each thrust the priestess felt herself go deeper into the mind of her prisoner. She imagined herself in her place, felt the ropes on her wrists and ankles, the pinching on her tits, the feeling of a cock beating against her insides. With Rebecca's holes so thoroughly filled her own felt tragically empty. What a marvelous sensation that must be, to be penetrated like that. Rebecca's toes curled and her hips thrust forward as if to bury the implement even deeper inside her. The priestess happily obliged, shoving the dildo into Rebecca's cunt as far as it could possibly go, pinning her to the bed. Rebecca screamed and laughed and screamed some more.

Now.

The priestess pulled out the dildo. She slathered her hand in silver gel all the way up to her wrist. Rebecca's pussy was pulsing, opening and closing as if trying to pull something in, and taking a deep breath the priestess reached forward to feed it her fingers. She was shocked how easily the first three went in. Even when she added the fourth Rebecca's pussy lapped it up. She tucked in her thumb, and it went in after the others. It was only now that she had to push. She felt her hand stretching Rebecca's vagina, opening it wider than it had ever been before. Then suddenly -- pop.

Rebecca threw back her head and screamed through her gag: "Oh Goddess! Daddy above! Yes, priestess! Yes! Yes! Just like that! It's coming! It's coming!" The priestess didn't stop. Over and over she thrust into Rebecca, working the woman's cunt with her fist until her wrist ached. Then, when it seemed the priestess could not possibly reach any further into her, Rebecca came. Her pussy contracted, and she screamed as she pushed the priestess's hand clear out of her. There was a clap of thunder. Every candle in the room went out, and Rebecca fainted in her bonds as the priestess fell to the floor.

There was a moment of still. The woman on the bed was quiet, as was the woman on the floor. There was nothing to be seen, not a single morsel of light to be savored in the dark. Then came the snap and hiss of a match. A light bloomed. The priestess stood at the table, hands shaking as she attempted to light a candle. The wick caught, and the room was bathed in its warm, soft glow. The priestess took a deep breath and looked over at Rebecca. The woman lay peacefully on the bed, and for a moment the priestess couldn't help but notice how they were not so unalike, despite their respective roles. Both had lost all of their clothing. Both were soaked with sweat, spit, any bodily fluid that might emerge from their parts. And in this new light the priestess took in the person on the bed. Panting quietly in her ropes was not a vessel for a demon, but a woman. Sweating, bruised, trembling from all her body had been put through...a real, honest to Goddess woman. And she was alive.

The priestess approached the bed and carefully undid the gag. "Rebecca?"

"Yes..." Rebecca's voice was quiet and clear. It no longer sounded of the underworld. It was high and sweet, exhausted, but light, and most definitely human. She smiled. "I am here, priestess."

"Are you well?" The question slipped out before the priestess even felt it on her tongue. The thought that her work would be recalled as nothing but pain terrified her. She dealt in pain, certainly. But she dealt in it for the purpose of healing, and fervently wished to be remembered for what she achieved rather than how she achieved it. Other exorcisms had ended with men and women holding her, crying with joy and relief, thanking her for what she had done. Her reputation was sound. But it concerned her, nonetheless.

"More than ever, priestess." Rebecca smiled, and a soft laugh escaped her. "Goddess, I have never felt so close to you..." She looked towards where the priestess stood hovering over her. "Thank you, priestess. A thousand times, thank you." The priestess cupped Rebecca's face in her hands and kissed her forehead. "It was my pleasure." She kissed her again. "Anything to serve Goddess."

"Yes," Rebecca said, and she sighed into the priestess's chest. "Priestess...may I please look upon you? I haven't seen anyone since they took me away. I want you to be the first person I see with new eyes."

The priestess moved her fingers to the back of Rebecca's head and undid the knot keeping her blind. The exorcism had been a success. They were safe, and the priestess wanted the same as Rebecca: to look into her eyes, and remember the beautiful moment they had shared. The blindfold fell away, and the priestess looked into Rebecca's soul. She looked and looked and looked...

And saw nothing. She blinked and pulled back a little. Still nothing. No sparkle or a shimmer lay behind Rebecca's eyes. The priestess pulled back a little more and noticed Rebecca's smile. It had grown wide, and sharp. The priestess went to push herself away but found she could not move. "Oh priestess..." Rebecca said, "you have no idea how happy you have made me."

A piercing light went off in the back of the priestess's head, and she screamed. She tried closing her eyes to the light but they would not shut. They began to burn as Rebecca looked up at her with empty eye and a crooked smile. "The pain can go away, priestess. You only have to undo my bonds."

I can't! the priestess wanted to scream, I can't move! I... But as she tried once more she was amazed to find that she could move, and she gently lowered Rebecca's head to the pillow. As she did the light inside her skull faded, and the burning in her eyes began to pass. She paused, relishing the relief, only to have the pain return worse than before. Moving quickly the priestess flew to the bed posts and worked at all the knots, pulling and tugging to undo the blinding pain that had enveloped her skull. One by one the knots gave, and the pain retreated, and soon Rebecca was free from the ropes. The priestess barely noticed. The piercing light behind her eyes had faded completely, and the absence of pain was all she could comprehend. Then the numbness went away, and her thoughts returned, and she realized that Rebecca was standing right in front of her, so close that their nipples brushed together. Even with everything that was happening the priestess couldn't help but feel that brush. It felt good.

Rebecca leaned in until the priestess could feel her breath on her cheek. "Lie down, priestess," Rebecca whispered. The priestess tried to resist, tried to pull away, but as she did the light returned, stronger than ever, and it was only when she took a step towards the bed that the pain behind her eyes faded. She lowered herself onto the mattress. "Hands up, priestess." She raised her hands above her head, and felt the bonds that had held Rebecca slide around her wrists. "Now your legs." She hesitated, and the light shot through her skull, blinding her. She cried out and lifted her legs as high as she could. Rebecca took each ankle and bound them to her wrists. The priestess was now tied to the bed, arms and legs spread wide, her naked sex lifted high in the air. Now that she was here the light faded completely, lifting the fog that had settled on her mind, and as she realized where she was and what was going to happen the priestess began to cry.

"Oh, priestess," Rebecca cooed from beside the bed. "You have nothing to fear. I'm going to help you, the same way you helped me." She leaned forward and ran her hands down the priestess's body. The priestess gasped: as hot as the room was, Rebecca's hands were freezing cold. They grasped her breasts, entombing them in a prison of ice. "You have saved me, priestess," Rebecca said, squeezing and massaging her tits. "You have brought me out, given me new life. And now you will be rewarded. Oh yes... Every favor you have done me this evening will be paid back in full."

Rebecca walked over to the table and ran her hand over the instruments atop it. The priestess tried to speak. "Wait! Rebecca! You don't have to do this. Fight it! Don't...aagh!" The rest of her words faded into a shout as the light returned. "Don't speak," the demon said. Its gravelly voice had returned, the girlish ruse sliding away to reveal the siren's breath beneath. "Rebecca is gone. Don't worry though: I made sure she felt every bit of Goddess's love that you had to give. And while Rebecca is no more, I believe I shall keep her name. It was one of the many things she gave to me, along with her soul. I'm sure I'll have yours in good time." She selected a wide strip of leather from the table. It flopped about innocently, yet when she brought it down on the table it made a smack so loud that the priestess jumped in her bonds.

The demon made her way to the foot of the bed. "Now we will..." She paused. "Actually, I think we could do without all this light. I find it rather distracting, don't you?" She went to the candle on the table. The last thing the priestess saw before light went out was Rebecca at the foot of the bed, naked, covered in sweat and striped with red marks she herself had inflicted. The demon smiled at her. "Good night, priestess." Then she blew out the candle.

The room descended back into darkness. The priestess couldn't even see her chest rise and fall before her eyes. Only her heavy breathing gave any indication of life in the room. There was a sharp whistle, followed by the crack of a leather striking the mattress. It hit the base of the bed, dead in the center. The strap struck again, a few inches higher this time. The priestess could only listen as it inched its way towards her outstretched pussy. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes to the dark. She would get through this. This was a moment of darkness in her life, but she would get through it without forgoing her soul. She had the power of the almighty on her side: Goddess was with her, as she was with everyone. As she had certainly been with Rebecca, until the pain had become too great, and she had surrendered and been taken by darkness. The priestess would not let that happen. She would be strong. She would not let Goddess down.

Then the strap struck, and the priestess knew no more of this world.