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Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Bernard was starting to shake as he rolled down her stockings one leg at a time, going slowly so as not to aggravate the wound. He knew he was doing what needed to be done, but also that he was seeing far more of Moira's body than he or any man should be seeing, and now he would be touching it. He'd already become aroused at some point, and had had to adjust himself once she'd turned her back to him. He told himself that he needed to be strong for her sake. He could see she was scared as well, terrified of being too far gone. She needed him to be confident. He'd finished the first stocking and had started on the second when she stopped him. He jerked his hands away, his heart beating faster, suddenly afraid. He stopped breathing for a moment, frozen, eyes wide, waiting for it all to end. It wasn't until she said to go on that he resumed breathing, deep, heaving breaths as his body caught up. Yes, he said in between breaths. Of course, my child. His hands were less steady unrolling the second stocking, his mind more aware of what was being exposed, but her being bent over the desk meant she wasn't looking at him. That's better, he said as she bent over. Thank you. The second stocking was rolled down now, and he dipped two fingers from each hand into a jar of anointing oil, which he'd read could counter the unholy infection of a demon's claw. He felt and saw her shiver, thinking her flinching from his touch. You are safe, Moira. I am not going to hurt you. I am here to help. Please do not fear me...I come in the name of the Lord, and my cause is His own. He ended by quoting a passage, hoping to relax her with His word. That's right, my child. His breathing had normalized, the scripture succeeding in centering him, if not her. I want to rid you of the demon's marks, of its unholy influence. I know you are scared, but you need to accept this help, to want to be rid of it as well. I need you to want this, Moira. I know you do, because you sought me out. Your heart is good, and God knows it. The oil will help, but it is your heart that must allow His grace. Do not be afraid to accept it. Say to me, to the heavens, you want it.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Some deep, dark, unconscious part of Moira, the part where the demon sat, knew that every word they exchanged was laden with innuendo and lust. But to her conscious self she saw only the failing in herself and tried to hide it. As his fingers slid over her skin she chewed her tongue gently, trying to think purer thoughts than how handsome the priest was and how his fingers felt on her thighs. I'm not afraid, she declared, her voice quavering nonetheless. She wasn't afraid, although she knew she should be...she was in the grips of sin. Taking a deep breath, she crossed herself and pushed her hips back slightly, spreading her legs an inch or so to allow him better access to her wounds. I'm not afraid, Father. I want this. I want God's grace and His forgiveness, I want to be healed. I want no trace of this pestilence upon my flesh. Please Father give me His grace! Make me new and whole again! Her voice raised in her religious fervor, but the walls and door of the sacristy were thick enough to assure that no one in the chapel beyond heard. O Lord be gracious to me heal me, for I have sinned against you, she quoted Psalms, finding that focusing on her words gave her no time to focus upon her thoughts. But she couldn't sustain that for long. Moira quickly ran out of Bible passages about healing to mull over and again her mind returned to his fingers, which were drawing dangerously close to her warm, wet center. Our Father, who art in Heaven, Moira said shakily, for once her heart not truly on her prayers, hallowed be Thy Name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For the Kingdom, and the Power, and the Glory are yours, now and forever. Amen. She knew that this wasn't proof that the demon no longer had a grip on her demons, she'd found, knew scripture better than almost any priest she'd ever met. But it had often given her comfort...until now. Lead us not into temptation. Was this what true temptation felt like?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Yes, my child! He praised her vehemently when she asked for His grace. Your faith is strong and your heart good. I can feel your goodness...your warmth. The last part was truer than he wished. As she pushed back her hips and spread her legs to aid him in his task, he could feel a warmth from her. Choking back a combination of guilt and lust, he began sliding his fingers back up her inner thighs. He joined her in saying the Our Father, taking small comfort in the words as it became impossible to look at his fingers without looking at so much more. Finally, the prayer ended, and Bernard reluctantly pulled his fingers away, lowering his head in shame. Well done, Moira. You did well. He meant it. She had given herself over to God's love, had occupied her mind with virtuous thoughts, and led him, Father Bernard, in prayer. She deserved his praise as much as he deserved his shame. He had finished the task, but he would need to confess his sinful thoughts. He stood up, the best way to rid himself of the impure view. We will need to treat the burn on the front of your leg, but I think it would be best to attend to it on another day. He hated how weak he was, but he needed to not look there any more until he had prayed and confessed. He tried to adopt a business-like tone. I will need you to keep a log of the scars, and note if they recede or...not. When I visit you again, I shall look them over. Can you do that?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira sighed when it was over. Her need wet her thighs and glistened in the lamplight along with the oil on her skin. Although she basked in his praise she still didn't think she deserved it. Her lips had been virtuous but her thoughts were sinful. She felt Father Bernard raise and step away, but she didn't step off the stool. Instead she straightened herself, then turned and covered her sex once more. Her eyes were full of tears once more, feeling for all the world as though he were wrong...she was already damned to Hell. But still she could try her very best to strive for salvation. And my back? she asked. Can...can you fix that? Or try? She stood, shivering from her nerves. Or shall I go to confession and come tomorrow?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Bernard nodded to her and let out a sigh. Her back. He knew she meant more than that. The glyph between her shoulder blades was a simple enough task. He could wet a cloth in holy water and apply it to the mark. It would fade from that. The other scar, the lower one, that would be a different matter. That would require holding a crucifix against it, which Moira, with the lingering influence of the demon, would try to escape. He would have to hold her close to prevent it, and keep his hand on the crucifix, keep his hand on her rear. Yes, he said at last. He stepped back closer to her, his eyes solemn. Moira, the next step will be difficult, and I fear I have asked too much of you already. Seeing the tears in her eyes he grabbed a cloth and handed it to her, for a moment not thinking of desire. There was some fear in his mind, namely the thought of her confessing and admitting that he left such dire wounds unattended. Failing to combat the influence of Satan was unacceptable. He took a breath and continued. I am going to need to touch a crucifix to the wound. The demon's influence will compel you to avoid it, to run, to push me away. You will have to fight that. I...I think it will be easiest to deal with both at the same time. I can hold you against me so you won't be able to feel, but I have to ask you not to fight me. I know this is a lot to ask of you.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira took the cloth in her free hand and dabbed at her eyes, trying to put on a brave face. Nothing is too much in service of the Lord, she said solemnly. Father Bernard explained what was going to happen and that it would compel her to try and flee and she nodded. I can do it, she promised. I want this, all of it, gone. I can do it to return to God's grace. She waited patiently for him to prepare the cloth and select the appropriate crucifix, holding the cloth she had taken from him over her most intimate areas. Finally he held his arms open to her and she embraced him as he pressed the holy artifacts against her skin. She hissed in pain as they burned her and she gripped his vestments as she clenched her fists. With a whimper she leaned her forehead against his shoulder and tried not to pull away. It hurts, Father, she whimpered. It burns like the flames of Hell. God preserve me... Moira pressed her slender body closer to his, every part of their bodies touching as she stood on the first step of the stool so that they were chest-to-chest. Heal me, Father, she whispered in his ear, pleading sincerely with him. Make my body whole again and cast out the lingering remnants of the serpent. Moira clung to the priest as though her life depended upon it--and it did, really--and buried her face in his neck, squeezing her eyes shut against the pain and trying to ignore the pleasure of their bodies pressed together.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Well spoken, my child. Nothing is too much. He thought of the tests that the Lord had placed upon others in the Bible, such as the near-sacrifice of Isaac, or how Satan had brought such grief to Job. He must keep his faith, his willingness to serve. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a crucifix about the size of his palm. He wiped the lint off of it with his thumbs, then closed his eyes, standing before Moira a moment in silent prayer. He crossed himself and placed the crucifix on the desk behind her, reaching around her to do so. He then walked across the room, grabbing a small basin of holy water and placed that on the desk as well, the cloth he intended to use beside it. Are you ready, my child? He waited for acknowledgement and stepped closer, their bodies nearly touching and his arms on either side of her. His right hand grabbed the crucifix, his left dipping the cloth into the water. The pain will be cleansing. Believe in His grace, His love. With that, he leaned in against her, leading with his left hand to place the soaked cloth between her shoulder blades. That one would sting, but would not be the truly painful one. With the crucifix in the palm of his dominant hand, he brought it to the swell of her behind, pressing the symbol into the furrows, his fingers splayed across her flesh. His body was ready to receive hers, his arms closed tightly around her, the bulge she pressed against impossibly firm. Lord, I ask of you to remove Satan's influence from this child. She has come here today, sought out your aid, your glory. She surrenders herself body and soul for your love. She wishes only to be made whole in your image, and will give whatever service is required. Please, let her be your servant. As he spoke, he pressed in with both hands, pushing her body against his, and arching his back to meet her body with his own.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Father Bernard was shown into the parlor where Mrs. Canton waited with Moira. They both smiled at his appearance, and Mrs. Canton rose and crossed to greet the priest, shaking his hand warmly. It was altogether a more cheerful meeting than their first one. Thank you for coming, Father, Mrs. Canton said sincerely. Moira told me that you're helping her to recover further from her ordeal and I can't tell you how grateful we are for you. We ask the Lord every day to bless you, you know. The righteous shall have their reward, and God bless the day you take your rightful place in the canon, I say. She knew that it would be blasphemy to call him Saint Bernard already, but Margaret practically glowed as she heaped praise upon him. My niece says that your work is best done in solitude, so please... She gestured toward the stairs, entirely trusting of the priest alone with Moira in her bedroom. Moira led the way up the stairs, glancing shyly over her shoulder back at Bernard before turning and showing him to her room. With the door closed and his tools laid out, she stood in front of the bed and slowly, shyly, unlaced her dress as she had the day before and let it pool at her feet so that she once again stood in her bloomers, stockings, and corset. How would you have me, Father? she asked innocently, standing and waiting for him to instruct her on what to do.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Bernard walked inside with as much dignity as he could muster despite his trip over being racked with guilt and attempts at rationalization. He managed an awkward attempt at a comforting smile to Mrs. Canton, taking her hand gently. His smile to Moira was a bit less confident. He nodded at her thanks, inserting a quick word on the importance of doing one's duty, before she turned up her praise considerably. The words made him feel even more ashamed of his weak thoughts the previous day and night, as well as the occasional flight of fancy this morning. The guilt was replaced by a genuine shy discomfort at the boldness of her praise. Thank you, Mrs. Canton. You are very kind. He was actually relieved when she gestured for him to see to Moira, the anxiety of facing the young girl's temptations temporarily less stressful than hearing the continued praise of Mrs. Canton. With a final nod, Bernard followed Moira up the stairs, responding to each glance back with a nod confirming their continued ascent. Once the door was closed, he took a deep breath and began going through his bag, largely to avoid staring as she undressed. Her question, or perhaps the specific way it is worded, left him speechless a moment. Yes, he said eventually, not answering her question at all. We have much to tend to. There were some areas neglected yesterday, and I will wish to see how...the other areas responded to treatment. We should, perhaps, attend to that first. I apologize for asking, but I nee...will require you to...render the affected areas viewable. He took another breath and stepped toward a lantern. Did you measure the wounds this morning?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira took a shuddering nod when Father Bernard asked her to make her wounds viewable to him. They both knew what this meant, and she turned around to face the bed so that he wouldn't see her half-naked form from the front. Slowly, nervously, she pulled down her bloomers and bent over as she guided them to the floor. Next were her stockings, first one then the other, slowly rolled down and carefully placed with the bloomers. The back of her corset dipped low enough that he would be able to see the glyph without her removing it. In an attempt to make things go more smoothly and to be helpful, Moira climbed up on the bed and knelt on all fours with her knees at the edge of the bed, slightly spread, to present her scars to him. I measured them as best I could, she replied, but these ones-- she gestured vaguely toward her rear, unable to name the body part aloud, were difficult to get and I couldn't get my back at all. The ones on my...on my thighs, she said the word very quietly, are somewhat smaller it seems. But the long one that looks like a burn, the one you didn't treat yesterday, seems a little longer than before. It's almost to my knee now. She waited patiently for him, trying very hard not to sin as she presented herself her wounds to him. She flinched slightly at his touch, but took deep breaths and relaxed as he went about the same business he had yesterday. In an effort to break the silence she glanced over her shoulder at him. Do you think they'll ever go away, Father Bernard?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

As before, Bernard noticed that Moira kept her back to him whenever she disrobed. He felt conflicted about it. On one hand, he was grateful that she couldn't see the combination of shame and rapt attention on his face. He was also relieved she was spared the sight of the shameless rapt attention that would inevitably follow below, but her unwillingness to show him her mound only made him feel both guilty and insulted, as though he couldn't be trusted. He stared without any form of disguise as she climbed up the bed, presented with the clearest view of her young flower possible. It took him a moment to even think to say anything. I am glad we are doing this here. This looks...more comfortable for you than in the sacristy. He stepped closer, setting his bag on the bed next to one of her knees, and listened, idly noting that the wounds on her ass appeared the same as yesterday, possibly paler in color, but that could be attributed to lighting or poor memory. It was darker in this room, after all. The next piece of news, however, changed everything. Truly? He stepped even closer and crouched down, for the moment not even caring about their proximity to one another. Let me see! He began to laugh as his eyes confirmed her words. Dear Moira, this is the sign! He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the back of her thigh, only raising it when she asked if the scars would be permanent. They will go away, Moira. You were right to bring them to me, to show me, to overcome the teachings of modesty. Your body belongs only to God, and He is rewarding us for being strong enough to fight Satan despite the social norms that would have forbidden it. And we will keep fighting, ever more fervently.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira squeaked, scandalized when he leaned his head against her thigh, but didn't say anything. She tried to breathe in relief when Father Bernard informed her that her scars would all eventually go away, but could only quiver as he praised her for being strong enough to fight Satan. Wasn't God the source of authority on modesty? Were they not defying Him by ignoring the teachings of modesty in the Bible? She wanted to ask him these questions, but something stopped her voice. Instead she glanced over her shoulder at him. Then shall we fight together? she asked timidly. We...we can work on these...and then maybe on the big ones? The salve and the holy water were both cool on her skin and she tried not to squirm. They burned on her marred flesh. Have I been a wicked girl, Father? she asked as his hands slid from her rear to the insides of her thighs. Is that why this is happening to me? You've said that Bishop Abernathay is ill but...but may I make my confession to you? I feel as though confessing my sins might help.
Thread: He's Back [Potter-Kun x Limerence]

Michael's life had been an odd one, for sure. He had a brilliant mind and was well liked by many people. He currently lived in a rather nice 2 bedroom loft in New York City. Even though he was only 26, he was already a professor of history at one of the universities in the city, who paid for his room and board. He was tall, slim and fit, with short brown hair, slightly tanned skin and hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He was well like by students and faculty alike, and no one thought ill of him. That is why people would find it rather odd that he had a young woman bound, gagged and blindfolded in his guest bedroom...it would certainly upset the image he had built up. He had fallen for Kaname hard when he was younger, and even he had admitted to himself that he had been obsessed with her. Thought he hadn't gone after her when she moved. It just happened to be fate that brought them back together. He had noticed her on campus one day, and knew at once it was her. His access to student records made it easy to find where she was living now. He quickly learned she was dating someone and began to do some research on him as well...only once he had ample evidence did he decide to enact his plan. He walked into the bedroom Kaname was in and pulled out a small syringe. It was a sedative, to help calm her down and keep her sedated. It was mixed with a slightly aphrodisiac that would help make her feel better as well. The perks of having a chemist as a friend. He gently stuck the syringe in Kaname's arm and injected her. With how worried she was with other things, she likely wouldn't even notice. I'm going to removed the blindfold and gag....don't bother screaming, okay? He stated calmly, hoping the drug had done its job as his hands moved swiftly, undoing the blindfold so the girl could see. The room was nice, decorated with bookshelves full of books and busts and prints of historical art. She could look out the window and see they were rather high up....as she had a good view of the New York skyline. Now.....if you are calm, I'll removed the binds too so you can walk around, okay? He asked, waiting to see if she was calm and compliant enough to obey.
Thread: He's Back [Potter-Kun x Limerence]

Kaname had grown tired from trying to scream, her throat becoming itchy and sore. Her eyes felt gritty from crying so much, the tears beginning to feel like little needles pricking at the sensitive orbs of her jade irises. Her wriggling body was starting for feel sore with her shoulders and wrists feeling raw from the constant attempts at trying to remove the tight binds from her limbs. She didn't stop though and tried pulling her hands from the stiff fabric, feeling it scratch her creme soft skin, turning it into an irritated red. She had heard the sound of a door opening over her labored breathing, and she froze. She followed the sound of her captor's footsteps, hearing them get closer to her. The hourglass shaped girl pushed herself back, struggling to get far away from him. Her back hit the headboard of the bed and she winced, feeling a throbbing pain in her elbow. Kaname then felt a small prick in her arm. It was nothing painful, but the sensation felt similar to that of a needle prick. She wanted to speak, to tell him to let her go and leave her alone. She wanted to curse at him and scream so someone could find out that this bastard had taken her hostage. A sense of calmness flooded her system, the injection quickly taking affect inside of her quivering body. She no longer felt as jittery as she once did, but the reality of being hostage still weighed heavily on her mind. Then a calm male voice rang out. Kaname had never heard his voice before despite him calling her hundreds of times when she was a teenager. Her vision suddenly then came back to her, making her wince and shut her eyes immediately. Pain was pulsating in her eyes. She had gotten used to the darkness of the blindfold, so she didn't react well when a lighter environment was introduced to the frightened young woman. It took a little while for her to be able to completely open her bloodshot eyes, and she looked to her side to see her captor. Kaname could finally see who her torturer was, and he wasn't what she expected. She was expecting to see an ugly older man, but her kidnapper was completely the opposite. He was young and attractive, adorned with brown hair and hazel eyes that were framed by glasses. He calmly told her that he would remove her gag and binds if she remained silent. Kaname could only nod, she didn't have the energy to scream anymore. Her throat was too sore and dry, and Kaname didn't want to hurt herself anymore. She didn't want to be gagged or blinded anymore either, so the noirette complied. Mmmhmm, Kaname muffled out, her jade eyes looking up at her captor with a tired and fearful fog in her irises.