Chapter 6: Two Vignettes

Ms. Johnson walked down the empty halls of the parochial high school, relishing the silence. I retire in a few months, and the first thing I will do is get drunk. I get to be free from all the noise and tension those young reproducers generate. She had been a novice nun years before but had never taken her final vows. She realized how much she valued being celibate and only ever had a single cat at any given time.

She was almost to her car when she realized she had forgotten something. Oh well, it’s good for me to get in as many steps as possible. She entered the school in her nursing shoes and heard noises from the principal’s office. She stepped closer to the office, hearing the sounds of people having sex. Is The Principal having sex with a student? Just what we need: another scandal!

A small perverse thrill went through her as she stood listening. Animals, she thought. The heavy wooden door with the frosted glass was ajar. Animals. She crept over to the door and peeked inside, stifling a gasp. The Principal was fucking his daughter, The Prom Queen!

The big-titted blonde was bent over the desk, her school blouse open and her bra unclasped. Her plaid skirt was up over her hips, and The Principal was driving into her from behind, leaning over her back, pawing her meaty, young breasts.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! That feels so fucking good, Daddy! Ah! Ah! Fuck, yeah,” she encouraged, her mouth open, panting as she pushed back against the welcome invader. “Fuck! I’ve been waiting for this all fucking day! Oh! Ooh!”

The Principal’s face was a mask of handsome, middle-aged lust as he pounded into his daughter’s teen pussy. “Yeah, princess! I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day! Waiting to get my dick inside that hot young snatch! I’m gonna pump you full of daddy-jizz! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

Ms. Johnson was in shock. The Principal twisted The Prom Queen’s long blonde hair in his fingers and pulled. The prom queen turned her gorgeous young face so they could lick tongues together as they panted and glared at each other with animal lust.

Ms. Johnson’s hands shook as she took her cell phone out of her purse and aimed the camera to record the depraved act. Moral turpitude! Incestuous depravity! Ms. Johnson knows the audio will record the perverse slapping sounds of their forbidden organs slapping together.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy!” The Prom Queen gasped, pulling her mouth off The Principal’s. She braced against the desk, her young face twisting with extreme sexual pleasure, her body spasming. “Oooh! Ahhh! Daddy! Daddeee!” She squealed and screamed her animal release.

The Principal gripped The Prom Queen’s hips as he held her tight against him. “Take it, you hot fucking slut! Daddy’s cumming inside his little girl’s fucking pussy! Uh! Uh! Uh!” He grunted like a beast as he unloaded inside her.

Ms. John felt burned with moral indignation. She did not know what she would do with this recording, but she had to do something! Force them to get therapy?

Ms. Johnson frowned as the perverse couple climaxed together for an inordinate amount of time. She almost dropped her phone when The Principal pulled out of The Prom Queen, revealing a prodigious cock that spewed unnatural amounts of semen all over the girl’s back and hair.

This is inhuman! Ms. Johnson recorded in disbelief as The Principal shoved his bloated glans inside The Prom Queen’s mouth and continued ejaculating!

“Yeah, incest is the way of life for us now, little girl,” The Principal growled as The Prom Queen swallowed his ejaculate, her big eyes burning into his with lust and hunger.

“Now you have to fuck my ass, Daddy,” The Prom Queen smirked, lying on her back, spreading her long slander legs. “You know we both need it!”

This is impossible! Ms. Johnson could not reconcile what she saw to what she had learned. This is not human! Even adult actors needed breaks. Are they possessed?

“Goddam! Ooh! That feels sooo fucking good, Daddy,” The Prom Queen groaned as The principal pushed inside her. “Fuck! I love these fucking bodies, Daddy! Oooh, sooo fucking good!”

“Goddam, princess,” The Principal grunted, shoving inside her. “These mutated human bodies are the fucking best! Uh! Uh! Uh!” He grunted, sodomizing her as he pawed her teen tits.

Ms. Johnson recorded in a state of numbness, ‘mutated human bodies’? What are they?

The Prom Queen rubbed her clit hard and fast as The Principal drove into her ass tunnel, playing with her nipples and tits. They grimaced and glared at each other, reveling in the wickedness of their perverse act.

Ms. Johnson felt as if she were in a state of suspended animation as she recorded the incestuous sodomy. A theological question posed itself. If they are no longer human, is it a sin? She would have to study the theology of possession. The beings possessing them knew it was morally wrong and reveled in it. If they are possessed, can they be exorcised? How did they become possessed? Her speculations were interrupted by a sudden outburst from The Prom Queen.

“I’m cumming, Daddy! I’m gonna fucking cum! Ahhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The Prom Queen squealed as she rubbed herself, squirting the front of The Principal’s dress shirt. “Aggghhh! Jesus fucking Christ! Uggghhh!”

The Principal could not articulate as he shot his cumloads inside his daughter’s ass. All he could do was yell and grunt like a filthy lower animal.

They kissed sloppy and loud after they committed their filthy act. “Bobby’s home from the U,” The Prom Queen sniggered. “I bet he’s fucking Mom’s brains out,” she giggled.

The Principal chuckled and sucked a young nipple into his mouth as The Prom Queen moaned.

Ms. Johnson had seen enough. The entire family was possessed! She turned and began walking away. She saw a bearded older man with a pot belly in a custodian’s uniform mopping the hall. He smiled at her as she approached. “They ain’t human,” he said, his eyes bright blue against his dark skin. “God made them, too, just like you and me. Maybe a little different, is all.”

Ms. Johnson walked past him, regarding him with trepidation. She turned around at the end of the hall, and he was gone. She sat in her car, shaking. She rewound the recording to the beginning and hit play. Nothing. She pressed fast forward. Nothing. Her hands shook as she started her car. “I’m going home and getting drunk,” she said aloud.

Lola sat in the comfortable church pew, looking around, puzzled. She had worn her sluttiest Goth outfit. A sleeveless top, a micro mini skirt with fishnet stockings, and black platform boots. She had applied even more makeup than usual, including black lipstick. She’d gotten a few glances, but none critical, and everyone greeted her with acceptance.

It was a huge annoyance that phones were not allowed in church, but the upholstered pews were very comfortable. There was a camelback sofa between two loveseats on the stage at the front of the church. Strange, she thought.

She knew no one from school, but the church was well outside the city, surrounded by trees and empty farmland. The congregation consisted of entire families and some single parents. All of the offspring were adults. The parents chatted with their kids rather than other parents.

She brushed a strand of black hair with purple highlights behind an ear with multiple piercings. She knew she was a handful for her father. A single parent. She was too young to remember her mother, who had left when she was very small. She wondered if she had gotten her wildness from her.

She looked at her dad as he read the church bulletin. A successful businessman, he was middle-aged and handsome. Shaved head, a trimmed full beard, and he went to the gym daily. He was a good man. She wondered why he never dated anyone and assumed his wife, her mother, had caused him too much pain to consider a relationship.

The main reason she was even inside a church was because her dad had gotten a flyer in the mail and had a dream. “Dad,” she said, interrupting him. “You never told me what the dream was about.”

He rubbed his beard and smiled, his blue eyes shining. “It’s the kind of thing I have to show you. Soon, princess.” She loved the mystery about the dream and what it meant to him. She had never seen him so intense about anything before, and it made her want him to explain the dream to her.

She had always been attracted to the occult. She and her friends had Ouija boards and dabbled in Tarot and Astrology. She loved horror movies and weird science fiction. She loved watching porn with her boyfriends and sometimes her girlfriends as they got each other off.

He always called her princess. Even when she was being a total bitch. A chime sounded, and everyone took a comfortable seat. She had tried to make eye contact with some of the cute boys, but they seemed more interested in their mothers and sisters. Fuckin’ weird, she thought. She noticed that all the families gave the other families space away from each other in the pews.

A dapper, middle-aged man entered the stage from the side, followed by a very attractive woman and two young adult girls in form-fitting long dresses. A handsome, athletic-looking young man in a casual suit and trimmed goatee stood by the woman as the girls stood on either side of the dapper man.

“Praise the Lord!” The Pastor said, not needing a microphone.

“Praise the Lord!” the congregation responded, including her dad.

Lola noticed how flushed the congregants were, their faces flushed. What’s the big deal, she thought.

“Please pass the communion trays, and wait until I say ‘Praise God for family’,” the Pastor said. “You know we always have new visitors, and we don’t want the party to get started before everyone is getting their new skins, praise God!”