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

Galway 1873 Moans and whines were audible even through the heavy oak door. On the large fourposter a teenage girl was tied to the posts with thick rope, though the person who had tied her there had been considerate enough to line her wrists and ankles with thickly folded cotton. Sweat dripped down her forehead and onto the sheets. The mattress beneath her was soaked, the sheets stained with sweat and filth, and sweat soaked her nightgown, causing it to cling to body. She moaned as she tossed and turned, arching off the bed and falling back down again, crying out at intervals and breathing heavily as though she had been running despite being tied to this bed for the better part of three days. Downstairs the bell rang. A servant showed the priest into the parlor, where he was met by a distraught older woman who rushed to him and took his hand. Lines of concern creased the corners of her eyes and around your mouth. Father, thank God you're here! Margaret Canton cried, wringing his hand. She's upstairs in her room. I...I didn't know what else to do... Chewing on her lip worriedly, she led him upstairs. Oooh I see, Moira McGann snarled with a laugh, sounding nothing like her usual self. Oh Maggie how trite. Did you really think this would work? Her bright gaze turned to the priest, lips curled in a snarl. Did you rush right over Father? When you heard of a nubile little girl in need of a firm hand? I know you regret those vows already She squirmed against the mattress and bent her knees, the nightgown sliding down her thighs nearly to her hips. Get a look, she invited sinisterly, send Auntie out and maybe she'll suck your cock while you're at it. Mmmm...she wants to you know, the cockhungry little slut! Help me Father! Moira's face twisted with pain and her body twisted in painful-looking ways, inasmuch as it could while bound. Please, she sobbed, don't let it make me do these things! Tears and sweat poured down her face. I don't...I can't...please Father!
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Father Bernard wasn't sweating as much as the girl he'd been summoned to come see to, but beads of sweat were apparent on his forehead, and only the multi-layered robes he wore prevented the sweat from his torso and underarms from being as visible. It was true that he had hurried to prepare, the exertion contributing to his current state, but he had traveled to the estate via carriage. Bernard had spent a great many years as a man of the cloth, and had, in his time, participated in multiple exorcisms, though this time, so much was different. Normally, he arrived as one of many priests to attend to the situation. One would see to the vessel, and others to various rooms of the house, to prevent an exorcised demon from hiding and reclaiming the vessel years later once it had recovered its strength. Not only did the presence of multiple priests provide more force for the procedure, but it also meant plenty of experience to call upon. And while Bernard was technically an experienced priest, he certainly didn't feel experienced enough to deal with a demon capable of mental and physical control of the vessel. Still, he needed to calm the family, even if he wasn't calm himself. Of course, Mrs. Canton. I gathered the necessary materials and came as soon as the courier came by. He gestured for her to lead the way, and followed her upstairs to the girl's room, crossing himself as he saw the condition she was in. He set his papers and Bible on the dresser and grabbed a lamp, approaching the girl to inspect her skin for discoloration. We're...I'm not too late. It wasn't common knowledge, but sometimes cases were serious enough to be taken back to the cathedral for long term care. It was a nice way of saying it was too late. This was not one of those cases, even if the demon did appear to be a potent one, capable of overt control. I hurried to help you, Moira. He knew it wasn't Moira that asked, but he wouldn't respond to the demon. That was a mistake that gave it more control. Having inspected her skin, he set the lantern back on the dresser and retrieved his belongings, re-approaching the girl as her center was displayed to him. He took a steadying breath and averted his eyes, walking to her side, his movements quickening as Moira spoke. I'm here, Moira! Mrs. Canton, take her hand. Contact with a loved one helps keep the demon subdued. He paged quickly to the relevant section.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Get your hand off of me slag! she hissed to Margaret as she took her niece's hand. Margaret teared up but didn't let go. The demon turned its attention back to the priest. Oh sure send me out, it conceded, but if you wait a minute we can have a nice little merry-go-round on little chippy here. You were seduced, it wasn't your fault. Using Moira's face it put on a mockery of innocence and shock before snarling and laughing again. Fuck her or fuck off, Bernard, it spat. I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes, in your heart. Stop it! Stop it! Margaret cried, holding her nieces hand with both of hers. No need to get jealous just coz you want him for yourself, the demon snarled, turning to Mrs. Canton. Just leave her here and let her die. She makes you feel old and unwanted with the way all the boys look at her, the way they used to look at you. Just let her die you shriveled old hag and you'll be free of the life-sucking little leech! Please Father Bernard, Mrs. Canton begged. Please get it out of her! Like you could, it laughed before hissing and growling in pain as the crucifix touched Moira's forehead. She writhed and moaned, snarling in pain and yelling obscenities above Father Bernard's rhythmic Latin, trying to get away from the crucifix. His exorcism prayers reached a fever pitch and so did the demon's howls. Moira arched off the bed, bending her back in an unnatural way and screaming and shaking. Finally the demon appeared to release its grip on her and she fell back to the bed, shivering uncontrollably. Au...Auntie...? Moira sounded small as her eyelids fluttered and she looked around to her only surviving family. Her breast heaved as she tried to catch her breath and her grip, weak though it was, tightened a little on Margaret's hand. Auntie I think...I think it's... She was unable to complete her sentence as she passed out.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Don't let go! Moira needs to know she is cared for and will be fought for. With the right page marked, he held the book open with his left hand, placing his right hand on her knee. With his unsure gaze he looked Moira in the eyes. I am here for you, Moira. As before, he didn't address the demon, though this time it was a relief. After all, even though he knew that demons would say hurtful andor tempting things, but he feared it was right all the same. He had looked at the young girl's exposed legs more than once, and he was very aware of how the nightgown clung to her young body. At the plea from Mrs. Canton, Bernard focused on his task. He looked back to the page, took a deep breath, and began reading out loud. Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus, omni satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomini et virtute Domini nostri Jesu Christi. As he spoke, he clutched the crucifix in his left hand, bringing it to Moira's head. He repeated the words multiple times, his hand slipping off of her knee as she began to writhe and arch, sliding up her sweaty thigh and clenching it. When the demon finally appeared to let go, he took the crucifix off her forehead, resting it and his hand on the pillow, his hand still resting on her thigh. When she asked for her auntie, Bernard almost doubled over in relief.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira was untied and left to rest in bed. Father Bernard was escorted from the house with many thanks, Mrs. Canton still weeping and pressing cash into his hand, a hefty donation to the church. Margaret was at mass the following three weeks, but Moira was kept cloistered and took a private mass while she recovered. Every Sunday Mrs. Canton made sure to come up to Father Bernard after mass to thank him again profusely and give him news of her niece's progress and recovery, regardless of whether he asked for it or not. Nearly a month after the exorcism Father Bernard was alone an hour or two after Wednesday mass when Moira appeared in the aisle. She was fully-dressed and looking radiant when he finally turned to spot her with her hands behind her back and biting her lip excitedly. Father Bernard, she said with the air of one trying to keep their composure in a state of excitement. She didn't remember her exorcism and only had flashes of memory of her possession, but she'd heard about what he'd done for her. She hurried up the aisle, stopping to kneel and respectfully cross herself before the altar, before jumping back to her feet and up the steps to Bernard and holding out an envelope. This is for you, she informed him. The Conlans have a Christmas party every year. Auntie and I were visiting and you came up and...well...I volunteered to bring your invitation over. Moira beamed as he took it. I uh...I heard about what you did for me, she said after a few moments' pause. I don't remember it, but I just wanted to thank you. For everything. She smiled nervously again and rocked onto the balls of her feet before falling back to her heels. Um...I'm sorry for anything I might've said that was, ah... inappropriate. You know, I hope, that that wasn't me talking? She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and glanced up at him. There was something behind her eyes, as though there was something she wasn't saying.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

It took many hours, and just as many glasses of water, before Bernard had been able to sleep that night. Between the adrenaline of the evening, soreness in his throat from repeating the words so many times, and the rather vivid images in his mind regarding young Moira, no part of his body had been ready for rest. The images, and thoughts associated with them, had been somewhat more persistent than the other issues. Adrenaline had been replaced with fatigue, soreness with relief, but his imagination had found no such remedy. Once the night passed, however, life began to improve rapidly. Word traveled within the church of his performance, giving him some needed credibility as a new arrival in the town, and the weekly updates from Mrs. Canton cheered him at first, though he began to worry that it was taking longer than normal, though having been unfamiliar with the town, he didn't know how her health had been prior to possession, and did not wish to trouble Mrs. Canton with questions on the matter when her charge seemed to be improving. Moira! Thank God you are well! he said with genuine warmth, walking briskly to her. It was a bit more spirited than intended, but the saving of one of God's children warranted rejoicing. As he neared, he placed a hand on her upper arm, his smile briefly fading as he looked in her eyes for any signs of lingering possession, but found none. His good cheer returned, he took the offered envelope. Thank you, Moira. This is very kind, and I shall be pleased to attend. He hesitated as she mentioned the night, other than to stammer out that he was, of course, happy to have helped. Yes. He wasn't sure how to approach that. In his past exorcisms, he'd witnessed lewd behavior, though never that aggressive. Perhaps, given the circumstances, we could speak about that in private?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

I'll let them know, Moira returned when Father Bernard said he would be attending the Christmas party, before thanking him and apologizing for any sort of inappropriate behavior. He suggested that they speak in private about the exorcism and she glanced around. The church was silent but for their low murmurs, and a few worshipers knelt or sat in pews. His hand was warm on her arm as they stood close together...inappropriately close, she knew, but she felt a special connection to him since the exorcism. He was her savior, after all. Well, after their Lord Jesus Christ, of course. As she looked around she chewed her lip, then looked back up at the priest. May we speak in the sacristy ? Now? she asked. I know I oughtn't, but I must show you something. It's...it's very private. Moira blushed and avoided his gaze, but took his hand and, glancing over her shoulder to make sure the handful of worshipers were too busy reflecting or praying to pay attention to them, led him through the sanctuary to the door behind the altar which led to the vestry. The sacristy was a smallish room where the altar linens and holy vestments were kept in a wardrobe to one side, and the communion chalice on a shelf on the other side. There was a desk in the back of the room, in front of the dark stained glass windows, in which the parish records were kept and which served as Father Bernard's office. The bishop's office was in a quiet outbuilding near the cathedral. Moira locked the door behind them and made sure that the stained glass could absolutely not be seen through before turning to her priest. It left its marks on me, she declared, eyes full of fear. A wild notion, one that would not have normally entered her mind, caused her to impulsively pull up her skirts and pull down her bloomers to show him. Moira was a pretty girl in the blossom of womanhood, a not many months older than fifteen. Her breasts were filling out nicely, with implicit promise of more to come, and she'd grown in height in recent years, giving her long, shapely legs and a firm, round rear. Her garters stretched over creamy thighs to hold up her stockings, but as she pulled her skirts up and turned around it was plain to see that her smooth skin had been marred. She stuck her hips out to keep her skirts gathered on the small of her back and put her hands on the desk to display her rear, where four deep red furrows were still healing and had become mostly scar tissue. Around the insides of her thighs as well were angry red scars which looked like claw marks. At her hip it looked as though some animal had bitten her. There are more, she informed him tearfully, hand still on the desk as she held still for his appraisal. I could show you, but I would have to be... indecent. Moira bit her lip and hung her head. It's gone, but it feels like it's too late, that it corrupted me. I...I think and do awful, sinful things, Father, that I never used to. Finally she let her skirts fall and turned to face him, a few tears tracking down her cheeks as she stepped back up to him and took his hands tightly in her own. Am I damned, Father? Am I lost to God?
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

When Father Bernard assured her that she hadn't fallen from God's eye, Moira cried and fell to her knees, holding his hands pressed to her lips. When he told her that he would have to record her wounds she looked up at him from her place on her knees in front of him with wide eyes, then nodded and stood. She hoisted her skirts again and turned, her legs shaking a little as he knelt down behind her and occasionally pressed his fingers to her skin. After a few moments he pulled a stepstool over and she stepped up on it and put her hands back on the desk, ass in the air for him to examine her. I...it...it touched me there, she said shakily as he sketched and made notes. It...it bit me...and licked me... Moira sniffled and hung her head, ashamed of how she had enjoyed the touching and licking, though had vague memories of how she'd screamed at the pain of its fangs and claws. It told me things...the ways of men and women...defiled me in all but deed. I am so sorry you have to go through so much, Moira, Father Bernard sympathized. Is this one...the worst of them? She sobbed and shook her head. Straightening, she unbuttoned her frock and let it pool around the stepstool and stood in her corset and stockings. With her back turned a healed-over, livid white scar in the shape of some sort of demonic glyph on her spine, centered between her shoulder blades, amongst other angry red scratches. She turned, averting her gaze and blushing furiously and covering her sex though not her decolletage which had been bitten badly by whatever had bitten her hip. Near her sex, along the front of her thigh, was an acrid burn where the demon's forked tongue had slid along her flesh. Please help me, Father, she begged, tears dripping from her chin to her breasts as she stood covering her most delicate parts. Save me from this sin. Still protecting her modesty, she stepped off the stool and knelt at his feet again, grabbing his hand with her free hand and pressing it to her lips again. Tell me what to do to recover fully from this demon, to cast off the cloak of sin it left around my shoulders. She sobbed and hung her head, leaning her forehead against his hip. I'm so afraid of it coming back. Please tell me what prayers to say, what penance to do, I'll come to mass three times a week, every day services are held. Just please Father...don't let it do this to me again. She bit her trembling lip and sniffled before looking up at him again with wide, watery eyes. Please.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

It only touched you here? Moira, the scar here seems worse than where it bit you. He went back and forth inspecting the claw marks on her rear and the bite marks on her hip, occasionally bringing his hand to her hip as he would begin to twist her before realizing what he was doing and pulling his hand away. He didn't have a response for her being told the ways of women and men. He wanted to ask what she knew, how it made her feel, but he knew such questions were unwise. Instead he had simply expressed sympathy, and asked what had seemed to be a simple question. Surely the one on her rear would have been the worst. But instead she shook her head. As she began unbuttoning her frock, he stood up with her, looking her sadly in the eyes. The thought of there being not just other scars, but scars worse than this? He watched her disrobe in a combination of fear and excitement, filling the silence with what he hoped was a reassuring you're safe, Moira. When she showed him the glyph-shaped scar on her back, he actually sighed in relief. That was the kind of scar he expected, the brand of a demon that had once been in control but was no longer. This isn't bad, Moira. These are common in victims of possession. All it needs is a little more time and blotting with cloth dipped in holy water. Then she turned to face him, revealing her cleavage. Seemingly smaller bite marks littered the area. He went to the paper where he had sketched the claw marks and made a quick note. All right, he began, preparing another explanation of how the bite marks appeared to be healing well and supressing a comment about how she seemed to be developing well, when something about her posture indicated he should look down. Thankfullyregretfully, her sex was covered by her hand. What wasn't covered, though, was a burn adjacent to her sex. Once again, he knelt down, this time in front of her. It was such a long scar, from almost all her knee to her hipbone. His mind alternated between considering how to treat it and whether he could move her other hand. Her plea broke him out of his mind and he watched her face as she knelt by him, looking up at him. He squeezed her hand, using the other to run through her hair as he stood, not wanting to admit that he didn't know what to do. He felt her forehead against his hip and looked down, only to discover that he was visibly aroused. He hastily reached down and helped lift her to her feet. We just need to treat your scars, Moira. We can do it. Here. Sounding and acting decisive, he gestured back to the step stool and had her face away, adjusting himself once she'd done so. Okay, let's start with the scars on your inner thighs and we'll work from there. He began rolling down her stockings.
Thread: Lead Us Not Into Temptation [kckolbe and Madam Mim]

Moira did as she was told, stepping up onto the stool and turning so she was no longer completely indecent in front of him. He began rolling down her stockings and they were to her knees when she was overtaken with an unaccountable shyness. This was a man of the cloth and she trusted him implicitly, but the idea that he might be touching her there...where the demon had touched her... Wait! she blurted, clenching her hands into fists. Moira took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes, then shook her head and slowly bent over again to grip the desk. I'm sorry Father. I'm just...nervous. Please go on. The girl jumped when she felt Father Bernard's fingers touch her skin. The holy oil made his fingers slide smoothly over her marred skin and she shivered. Goosebumps raised on her arms and she gripped the edge of the desk more tightly, closing her eyes against the feeling of a man touching her thighs. This was sin. These feelings were sinful and it was made all the worse by the fact that he was a holy man, a man who had given himself to God. Even so, his fingers traced the same paths the demon had in its least agonizing moments, the ones she had allowed herself to remember...the ones that had made her touch herself in the dark of night when no one would hear her moan. Moira bit her lip and tried to stop wishing his fingers would slide higher to touch her. And this...this will make them go away? she asked to distract herself, unable to hide the tremor in her voice.