Hey folks, happy Halloween.

This story is a little bit of this and a little bit of that. It’s based on the song “Torture” by the Jacksons. There’s also a quick cameo by the host of my favorite pod cast (there’s no place like Terra) which is insanely funny. But the main theme of the story is to push the nuns forward into their future and towards unification with my hopefully soon to be done book. It also fleshes out some of the characters that I’ve been teasing for a couple of years and delves further into the purposes of the sisters. So, for all of you SOF fans, this is your Halloween present. For everyone else. I promise the next one will be more along the standard story lines. Since it is Halloween, there are a few werewolves in the story, a stray demon, a vampire and a very unsaintly saint. Enjoy ... I hope. SS06

One question before we get started ... I mean ... one God damned question. It’s the thing that I kept asking myself after all. “WHAT ... the FUCK ... was I ... doing here?”

This is not the kind of thing I do. I mean I’m no slouch. I can make a computer dance, sing and sit up on its hind legs and beg. I can secure or break into a network ... and I mean ANY network ... with the greatest of ease. No information on this fucking planet is safe from me.

With the possible exception of that girl Callie that we hired last year ... I’m my team’s most valuable support asset. I can’t even remember all of the times I’ve saved the day. I am the incredible Myron Sanders.

You’ve read about me lots of times. Once or twice, I’ve even been mentioned by name. I hate that though. My anonymity keeps me safe. I’m in a very dangerous God damned business. I’ve probably helped my team save YOUR ass more than a few times. But going out into the field and facing down who knows what, isn’t what I typically do. It’s just not in my nature.

I guess maybe I have nurture to blame. It’s kind of an exposure thing. The more you’re around something or someone, the more you begin to believe that you can do the kinds of things they do.

As I consider it more, I really think that this is all Jason’s fault. I mean think about it ... The women I work for may as well be God damned ... make that God blessed ... superheroes. For years nothing stood in our way.

We worked on a mandate sanctioned by the Pope. Anywhere in the world, threats to the church or the faithful, of a supernatural nature was our turf. Of course, the church is a big organization. They have all kinds of special groups to handle different tasks.

I have connections, due to my facility with IT systems. I interface and communicate with people all over Christianity, from common clerics who can’t or have trouble logging into the Vatican network, to Bishops and even Cardinals. Some of those old guys are notorious for losing and forgetting to change their passwords and get locked out of the system almost monthly.

And some of them have allowed me to see the Vatican’s stance on us. A lot of the higher ups, see my team as a necessary evil. I mean not that we’re actually evil, they just wish that we didn’t exist. But they realize that if we didn’t, some of the things we take care of could cause major problems.

But getting back to me and my issues ... you can’t be around people like that for very long and see them do so many amazing God damned things without thinking that you yourself could handle some of the simpler things they do.

It’s like being a little kid and seeing your first Kung Fu movie, then running around kicking trees and thinking that you know Kung Fu. A couple of trips to the emergency room taught me that I didn’t.

As I said before ... this shit is all Jason’s fault. After years of being around Patience, Penance, and Prudence, I was simply amazed at the things they can do.

But when we ran into Jason, my fuse was lit. Not only was he NOT super ... but I considered him to be kind of a loser. He was just an ordinary guy. Okay, so yeah ... he’d been practicing with swords since he was in short pants, but everybody has to have hobbies ... right.

Let’s get back to him being ordinary or even sub-ordinary. How did we come into contact with Jason? His wife was cheating on him. And not once either. She’d apparently done it with several guys and he didn’t have a clue. How NOT God damned super is that?

Anyway ... Jason finally got his head out of his ass when she hooked up again, but this one turned out to be a vampire. And not just your run of the mill brainless, blood sucking, creature of the night. This one was a very old, feral, animalistic, powerful one.

He met my team when they ... yeah, I mean “THEY,” not “WE.” I was back in support where I could be the most beneficial to my team. And all of you guys laughing at me don’t have a clue. Most of you would piss your shorts if you came face to face with a vampire. I know, I have and I did.

But any way, they came face to face with that bloodsucker in an alley, because Jason, who didn’t know what it was, had followed his cheating whore of a wife. And once he saw the guy or thing ... he confronted him or ... it.

Like I said. He didn’t have a clue. Guess what his weapon for attacking one of the strongest vampires we ever saw was... ? The idiot used a fucking rock that he picked up from the alley.

He hit it full in the face. A blow that would have snapped the neck or crushed the skull of any living man and Jason just stood there watching it recover. When it did, that vamp went ape-shit on Jason.

Luckily my team was there to save him. The vamp got away though and proved how ruthless and resourceful it was. It followed Patience and Penance back to our home base and killed or injured everyone there.

Yep, I was there. I proved my superiority by hiding. The things I heard are still lodged in my mind today. Hiding was a smart move. Remember how I said it killed everyone... ? Well I’m still here talking to ya!

Later ... after the carnage was over, Prudence found me and got me out of there. I was sure that with most of our support staff killed or injured, we were getting the hell out of there.

Prudence had other ideas. She took us to Jason’s house. I heard them arguing about pulling a civilian into the situation. It was a big no-no.

But Prudence was dead set on it. It was almost as if she simply couldn’t stay away from a man she’d just met.

Prudence set her entire strategy towards making sure that Jason was safe. She even used his wife as bait, to go after the beast herself.

That didn’t work out well. Prudence was captured. And that didn’t work out well for the beast. Jason went after her. And in the end, it was Jason who took the beast down. He slammed a car into it, pinning it to a wall and then took its head off, with his sword.

After the case was over, the higher ups determined that captivity by a creature of the night meant that Prudence was tainted and could no longer serve. She also had a tiny scratch, that they thought was proof.

It seemed crazy to me. But the decision was made. From what I’ve heard Prudence, probably the bravest, strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, declined the chance to go through the purification ritual that could have kept her on the team. She actually seemed okay with giving up her life’s work. It was crazy.

Some said that she’d lost her nerve. We were in shock. Until about a year later we ran into her. She was of course with Jason. Seeing her in action made us all realize that Prudence, was just as skilled, just as fast and just as strong as she’d ever been. It also turned out that Prudence had never been tainted and she’d made the scratch herself.

A mock battle proved that her replacement, was nowhere near as good. But there was no conflict. Prudence didn’t want to come back. She hadn’t really lost her nerve ... she’d found her heart.

It made no sense to me. Prudence is a goddess. How the hell could she end up with a guy who couldn’t keep his first wife?

But studying them made me realize that whatever they had, worked.

I wanted in on it. So ... I went out and got myself a woman who looks exactly like Prudence. Okay, not quite exactly. Prudence is like 5’ 11 and 3/4” and Wendy is about nine inches shorter. Wendy is also a bit chunkier than Prudence. Wendy’s boobs aren’t as nice, and her ass is both wider and flatter than Prudence’s.

And to be truthful, Wendy’s hair isn’t as long or as full as Prudence’s, or the same color, and she’s not as pretty. She also has no skill with a sword and she’s scared of almost everything ... but except for those few tiny differences ... they’re twins.

So, Wendy and I settled in to live life. But about three weeks ago I noticed a change in her behavior. She’d become kind of distant sometimes. At other times, she was so clingy that it was just weird.

A couple of nights ago, though, it all became clear. Wendy, was always parading her chunky little body around in front of me. She even slept in the nude.

For some reason, Wendy, who slept with a window slightly open, even in the dead of winter, came to bed wearing a robe. When I looked at it, and I hadn’t said a word, she bit my fucking head off.

“Myron, is that all you ever think about?” she hissed. “For your information, I just got back from a really tough day at work, remember. I’m tired, I’m cranky and we are not having sex tonight. If you continue to pester me about it, it might be a long time before we EVER do it again, period!”

“Wendy, I wasn’t even thinking about that,” I lied. “I was just wondering why you’re wearing a robe. I’ve never seen you wear one. Forget about it.”

“Myron ... I’m ... I’m sorry,” she said. “It was a rough day. I’m cranky, I’m tired. I probably picked up something, maybe the flu. I didn’t get a flu shot yet.”

I just nodded and started to leave the room. “Honey, where are you going?” she asked.

“I think I’m gonna go out into the living room for a while,” I said. “I thought I was sleepy, but I’m really not. I’m gonna play my new game for a while.”

She looked hurt. “Not too long, okay?” she asked.

My new game was Soul Calibur 6. And in that game, I could do anything with a sword that Jason could do. In that game I was invincible.

As I played the game I lost track of time. It was way after midnight when I headed up to bed. As usual Wendy was a ball of confusion. She hadn’t taken that stupid robe off, even when she got into bed, but she’d kicked her covers off and the robe was untied and open.

The light from the hallway, lit up Wendy’s pale thick legs and made a certain part of my anatomy twitch.

What a pervert, I thought. Standing there staring at your own girlfriend. But then I realized, I was supposed to perve over Wendy. She was after all mine. And normally, she loved it when I did. Then I noticed a bruise, halfway up her thigh. I got closer and discovered that the insides of both of her legs was covered with small and not so small bruises.

It looked almost as if she’d been riding a horse ... or maybe a horse had been riding her.

The robe was already mostly open. I pulled it open further and as I suspected not only did the bruises go all the way up to her vagina, it too was red and angry looking.

Even her breasts were covered in bruises and what looked like bite marks. There was no doubt about it. Wendy was fucking another guy.

I guess this is the point where Jason would have awakened her, slapped the shit out of her, and then thrown her cheating ass out in the rain, wearing that same dumbass robe she’d worn to cover up her cheating.

Jason probably would have probably beaten the cowboy shit out her and then fucked her ... bruises and all, one more time for the road. Jason would...

Jason wouldn’t have done any of that. I remembered suddenly how Prudence had joked about him, barely able to keep the tears out of his eyes, even after realizing that his first wife had cheated on him with multiple guys, just for the fuck of it, before succumbing to a vampire. In fact, she’d probably been looking for yet another guy when she met the vamp.

And for some reason, Jason had been following her. I guess he was trying to get proof. I guess he wanted to catch her red-handed or at least see it with his own eyes.

It made sense. How stupid would I be if there was after all an explanation for this? There were a lot of reasons for Wendy’s condition. Maybe she’d test driven a motorcycle. The vibrations from the engine could have bruised up her legs, and her cooter too. And uhm ... donkeys could fly out of my ass at any second.

I have no idea why, but I decided to follow Jason’s lead. I wanted to catch her in the act.

The next morning, I awoke and got ready for work. Wendy got up and saw me just as I was walking out the door.

“Myron, where are you going?” she asked.

“To work,” I said.

“Without kissing me goodbye or even saying anything?” she asked.

“I didn’t want you to think I was after you for sex or anything,” I said.

“Myron, I told you that I was cranky last night,” she said. “I’m sorry. I love you Myron. I’m just going through something, right now. Please be patient with me.”

I nodded at her and closed the door.

I really didn’t have to be at work at any particular time. If there was a problem with the computers, the system or an immediate need for research, I’d have gotten a call or a text. I was leaving because, I felt like shit. I didn’t trust Wendy anymore and for the first time since we met, I didn’t want to be around her.

I really wish my timing was better. Jason and I were both just regular guys who worked regular jobs. It was all just a matter of luck, timing and being in the right place at the right time.

I was relatively lucky, and I was around my bosses more than almost any other man. So, if my timing had been right, I could have ended up with Prudence and Jason could have either kept his cheating wife or maybe ended up with Wendy.

Following Wendy really wasn’t difficult. She was a receptionist, so she was always at her desk. The office she worked in was on the first floor, which meant that I could just look at her through the windows from the internet cafe across the street.

Watching her wasn’t difficult. Staying awake while watching her was. She wasn’t doing ANYTHING.

After watching her for a solid week, I’d come up empty. I was beginning to think that maybe I’d been mistaken. But I knew what I’d seen.

On the other hand, Wendy’s bruises had all but disappeared and she was starting to get frisky again. For more than a week, she got agitated every time I even looked like I was thinking about sex as a concept. It didn’t even have to be sex between us. Just the idea that I had vaguely considered the fact that some people, in some places, on some planets fucked, would send her into a fit.

Then all of a sudden, she flipped the God damned script and started following me around like a cat in heat.

“It’s been more than a week Myron,” she crooned.

“What’s been more than a week?” I asked.

“You know ... we haven’t... ?” she shrugged her shoulders several times.

“Haven’t what... ?” I asked.

She just looked at me crazily and then smiled and held her hands up at me in a gesture that I knew only too well.

“We haven’t rubbed one of our fingers inside of a closed fist... ?” I asked, feigning confusion.

“Don’t act stupid, Myron,” she hissed. “You know what’s going on ... or what’s not going on.”

“Look, Wendy,” I said. “I’m sorry, but I’m a little down. I’m trying not to be cranky about it, but I think I picked up whatever bug it was that you had. I’m trying not to give it back to you, because we don’t need to go back and forth re-infecting each other.”

“Bullshit!” she said. “You don’t have PMS, Myron. Try something else. I’m beginning to think that you don’t find me attractive anymore. Do I need to go out and buy a leather outfit to get you interested? What the fuck is going on? Last week you were dying to get some, and now when I’m ready... ? What’s wrong Myron?”

I shrank back. Not because I was hurt, affected or bothered by anything she’d said but because my hackles were up. Wendy had without realizing it, let me know that something was fucking going on.

Wendy didn’t have a clue of what I did for a living. She knew that I worked in IT. She also knew that I worked for the church. But as far as she supposedly knew, I managed the computer network and ran the website for the local Catholic Church association.

She supposedly didn’t know anything about my leather clad bosses. Very few did. Even the priests at the church we worked out of had almost no information on what we did. So, where the fuck did that quip about leather outfits come from?

That told me more than anything else that there was something rotten around here besides Wendy’s gang-banged vagina. It made me even more determined to get to the bottom of things.

“Wendy ... you made it seem like ... in fact you actually said ... that I was pestering you about sex. So, I ... Wendy you hurt my feelings ... So, I decided to give you a break and not pester you.”

“Myron, a couple of days is a break,” she said. “A whole week is more like a divorce ... and we’re not even married yet.”

“But you said... ?” I began.

“Forget about what I said,” she snapped. “That was a week ago and right now I’m saying something else. Myron, I love you. But I’m not with you for your looks, your computer skills, or your jokes. If you can’t give me what I need ... I may have to find someone else wh...”

“I thought you already had!” I spat. Her face, her expression and even her demeanor immediately changed.

“Myron, what do you mean?” she asked. Her voice had gone from demanding to almost a whine. “There’s no way!” she said.

“Myron you’re the only...” she began. “Honey, we need to really talk about this. I have to go to work, but we need to talk.” As she left, I could see how shaken up she was.

She called me during the day, unaware that I was right across the street from her office watching her talk to me. She was nervous and fidgety, not calm and relaxed as she should have been when talking to the man she slept with every night.

“Myron, Baby ... we really have to do it tonight,” she said. “Tomorrow ... I ... I have to work late and my period starts and I don’t want to have to wait until...”

“So, you’re having two periods a month now?” I asked. “You just got over one ... remember the PMS thing. And shit they’re coming only a week apart!”

“Myron ... you...” she said, before I cut her off.

“And why would you have to work late, Wendy? You’re a receptionist. Who the hell are you receiving after work hours?”

“Myron ... we’ll talk when we get home. I have to go,” she said.

I knew that what she really had, was a need to get her lies straight. I also knew that whatever was going on would happen not that evening, but the following one.

So that evening, last night, I got a lifeline from a friend. When Wendy came in, I did all of the corny bullshit that women find romantic.

I had incense, wine and candles ... like it was a fucking Rick James song. I was making a salad as she came in the door. I grabbed her, and steam rolled her.

I had her sweater open, along with her blouse and was kissing her intensely as I unsnapped her bra. Checking my watch, I knew I needed to stall, so I grabbed two handfuls of booty and started grinding against her.

Just as I reached for her pants covered pussy, my phone rang.

“Don’t answer it,” she said breathlessly.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s my work number. Probably just a priest who forgot his password.”’

I dipped a finger inside of her bra as I answered the phone.

“Yep ... No ... EVERYTHING?” I gasped. “Shit ... oops ... sorry Father ... I’ll be right there!”

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“The entire God damned network is down,” I said. “I have to go.”

“Can’t someone else figure it out?” she asked. “You seem to be more interested in my boobs anyway so...”

“Wendy did you know that you have a slight bruising on your left...” I began.

“My boobs are growing,” she said quickly. “My bra is too tight. You’d better go and fix that network,” she gushed. “We’ll finish when you get back.”

I spent the evening and the most of the night into the deep wee hours, playing video games with the friend who’d made the emergency call to spring me.

By the time I got in Wendy was asleep and wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants. She was even sleeping with an angry look on her face.

I woke up the next morning and launched a pre-emptive apology with bonus points for giving her a valid reason for coming home late.

I launched into it as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, robbing her of the chance to dig into me.

“Sorry about last night, Baby,” I said. “It took a lot longer than we thought. We’ll be exchanging and re-configuring a lot of hardware over the next couple of days. But you know ... while I was working, it gave me a chance to think and I figured it out. I know what’s going on with you tonight.”

“Huh?” she asked.

“It makes perfect sense,” I said. “You’re trying to move up in your company. You don’t intend to be the receptionist forever. So, by helping out, and taking on more responsibility, you’re going to try to move up. I’m proud of you.”

“You are?” she gushed. I nodded.

And after taking most of the afternoon to prepare, and renting a car to keep Wendy from recognizing my Chevy Volt, here I am.

And for once, I’m doing something that Jason couldn’t do ... or at least didn’t do. It’s the car. I’m driving a Toyota Prius.

Besides being a far more modern and environmentally viable car. The Prius is nondescript enough to be invisible.

Jason drives a high powered, way too visible, fire breathing Mustang GT. And apparently, driving one wasn’t enough for him, he bought Prudence one and she loves it.

Prudence and I both had Volts, until Jason destroyed hers. Sure, he did it to save her life and to take down a vampire, but he could have bought her another Volt.

I know why he did it too. He was jealous of Prudence and me having something together. We had a thing and Jason was afraid of what it could have become.

And now it will probably never be, because he married her and got her pregnant and they have a kid together and love each other and all of that crap.

And ohhhhhh shit! This is where I was when you started reading this.

What ... the fuck ... am I doing here? Why would Wendy come here?

As I looked around the area I was afraid to even get out of the car. My brain said get the fuck out of here.

Wendy got out of her car and went into a dark, run down looking single story building.

It was on a street so evil, so dark that even hell disowned it.

Every single step was trouble ... for the fool who stumbled on it.

Eyes within the dark were watching. I felt the sudden chill of danger

Something told me keep on walking.

Told me I should not have been there.

So okay, I turned off the radio and stopped singing along with the Jacksons so I could follow Wendy.

But the street I was walking along, really was scary as hell. I began having second thoughts. That was the very last place I wanted to be. But on the other hand, I really needed to know what was going on. And I also couldn’t back down because Jason had done it.

What was the worst thing that could happen? Maybe I’d be mugged or robbed. Shit, Jason had faced down a real live God damned vampire.

I crept around the corner looking from window to window until I finally saw her. She was in a room in the back of the place. I was so busy looking in windows that I hadn’t noticed I was in a dark filthy alley.

There were several pairs of eyes staring at me hungrily, but I hadn’t yet noticed them.

Inside of the room, Wendy was sitting on the edge of a sofa of some sort. It had no back and no arms. So maybe it was some sort of extremely small bed.

But there were no sheets on it and I swear you could almost see bacteria crawling on it. Normally Wendy would never have gone into that room, let alone sat down on that funky sofa.

Yet there she sat with a blank look on her face. All kinds of things went through my mind. The one that forced itself to the forefront of my consciousness was drugs of some sort.

Wendy was addicted to something and this was the only place she could get it. It made sense. It was probably some form of opioid addiction. Another reminder that Donald Trump had yet to do anything about the drug problem.

A huge guy came into the room. He told Wendy to stand up and she did. She was moving more like a robot than herself.

He ran his hands over her and started pulling her clothes off. I went into shock even though Wendy didn’t. My mind was all over the place. I had a thousand thoughts all at once.

I was angry. I was hurt. I was confused, all at the same time. I wondered who the hell the guy was. I wondered where she met him. Was he the one she got the drugs from? Why the hell was she letting him do that?

Did she love him? Did she love him more than she loved me? Did she even love me at all?

What about all the things she’d told me. Was any of it ever true?

While I stood there with my body stock still and my mind moving at the speed of light. He was busy.

He’d removed her top completely and he yanked her bra off of her. That bitch had better not start whining to me about needing more underwear.

It was a strange position to be in. Most of the time when we look at our mate’s body, we’re close enough to them that we don’t get a true prospective. We’re also usually sexually charged and too ready to go, for rational thought.

As I watched, I noticed several things that I’d never paid any attention to before. For one thing Wendy’s boobs were neither proportionate or symmetrical. The left one was almost noticeably bigger. And they were slightly small to be truly proportionate to her frame.

Her tummy also stuck out a bit and I’ve already mentioned that her ass was wider and flatter than optimal. But none of that mattered, Wendy was mine. At least she always claimed to be.

And if she WAS mine ... why the hell was she letting this guy suck on the boobs she’d supposedly given me?

A battle was brewing in my head then. I thought about it and realized that I should do something. Jason would have already gone in there and fucked this guy up. There was no way that Jason would give Prudence up without a fight.

Shit ... if it was Prudence in there, I’d probably be in there fighting too. No, I wouldn’t, I realized.

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn’t Jason. It was okay for me not to be Jason. We all had our roles to play. Jason is a fighter, I’m a researcher. The world needs us both.

The guy was over six feet tall and covered in muscles. He had long, ratty hair and a scruffy beard. The guy would probably mop up the floor with me without breaking a sweat.

And there was something off about him. He seemed more feral than human. He yanked his pants down and started shaking a dick that had to be a foot long and as thick as my wrist, in Wendy’s face.

Wendy opened her mouth as wide as she could, but she couldn’t get the head of that monster in her mouth. So, she started licking her way around it. A small part of me died as I watched Wendy licking that guy like an ice cream cone.

For some sick reason, I couldn’t look away. Then I noticed that while she licked him he had a couple of fingers working their way in and out between Wendy’s legs.

Her pelvis began tilting and rocking in time with those fingers. He pushed Wendy back onto her back and without any hesitation, mounted her. Wendy screamed louder than I have ever heard her.

I had no idea whether she’d screamed out in pleasure or in pain from that giant dick ripping her in half. But he was neither concerned nor listening to her. He started pounding Wendy like a drum. And not like his own drum that he needed to take care of in order to advance his career as a professional percussionist.

He pounded Wendy like a cheap, rented drum that he had no intention of paying for. I seriously expected that sofa or whatever it was to collapsed under them.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I was somehow both disgusted and fascinated at the same time.

Wendy’s pelvis began thrusting back at him and her hands snaked around his waist driving him even faster and harder. Her body was totally into it, yet strangely, her face remained robot-like.

Then the door opened and another guy as big as the first went into the room.

Wendy was flat on her back, with her boobs heaving and her ass thrusting. The new guy knelt over her and dangled his equally huge dick over her mouth. Wendy started licking him too, but he wasn’t having it.

He forced his dick into her mouth and kept pushing. After a while Wendy’s jaw seemed to relax and she started lifting her head and bobbing it to suck him. Anger burned anew in me.

Wendy and I didn’t do oral. She always urged me to swab her deck, but told me that modern women didn’t perform any demeaning acts as a part of something that was supposed to be an expression of love.