The XXXorcism of Scarlett Foxett

Story Originally Written: January 2024

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A mundane, run-of-the-mill cul-de-sac had found its typically tranquil, monotonous nature in shatters. Following the death of one of the residents, some time had passed before her home was sold, and the new homeowner had slowly been getting settled into their new home. The former homeowner had no executor, no next of kin, and no known family, so her possessions had been auctioned off by a local auctioneer, however not all the items sold. Whatever wasn’t sold was returned to the home, right where it was left by the former owner, which mostly consisted of décor of questionable taste – countless pieces of erotic art.

All had been well for Scarlett – the new owner – for the first few weeks as they got moved and settled in until things had taken a turn for the strange. Items had been found in places she didn’t remember leaving them, cupboards and doors seemed to be opening of their own volition despite their being no draught, and she had been hearing unusual noises – particularly at night – which had been getting increasingly more frequent and louder. She was also sure she had even seen something move by itself and sometimes had the eerie feeling that she was being watched.

Scarlett had befriended her next-door neighbour and told them about what had been going on, just to be sure that someone knew about it in case anything drastic happened – which, on this night, it did. This night, quiet up until this point, was pierced by a blood-curdling scream originating from Scarlett’s house. That friend, who was fortunately home at the time, heard the scream and instantly dropped what they were doing, and sprinted out their front door. Their door crashed against the frame, swinging back closed behind them, and they ran across their front lawn and leapt over the picket fence separating their property from Scarlett’s, and made a beeline for her door, and there were more screams before she got there.

Scarlett herself had not long gotten home from a quick trip to the grocery store, and she had not locked her front door yet, something her friend took advantage of. The screaming continued as they barged through the front door, following the sound of the shrieks up the stairs and then into Scarlett’s bedroom, where they found her. She was in a frenzy, aggressively convulsing and throwing her body around the room, on and off the bed, and her friend tried her utmost to communicate with her.

“Scarlett?!” they said loudly, though she did not respond. “Scarlett!!!”

They shouted louder, and suddenly Scarlett stopped her turmoil and looked toward her friend. Her friend looked back at her and into her eyes, and what and who they saw was not their friend, was not Scarlett. They took a step backwards subconsciously, their mind telling them that it wasn’t safe for them to be in here with her, then they retreated out of the room, swiftly closed the door, and barricaded it shut. This wasn’t something they could do alone.

The friend ran back down the stairs and out of the house and made their way around the rest of their neighbours to get help, banging on their doors and getting anyone who was willing to help to come along with them. After a few neighbours willingly followed and more shut and locked their doors in their faces, the small group ran back to Scarlett’s house, in through the open door, and up the stairs to the barricaded bedroom. They moved the makeshift barrier out of the way, then tentatively opened the door to Scarlett’s bedroom.

They stepped inside, finding Scarlett hunched over in the corner, whimpering, her clothes no longer upon her body and instead in a pile beside her. “Scarlett…?” her friend attempted to communicate with her calmly, “It’s Zoe, we’re here to help you.”

Scarlett’s whimpering stopped, then she slowly turned around and looked at her friend, and still, in her eyes, there was no sign of Zoe’s friend.

“Scarlett?”

She didn’t respond and, a moment later – almost in a flash – Scarlett lunged over the bed and at her friend. She pounced upon Zoe like a wild animal, clawing at her, and the rest of the group immediately jumped in to restrain the mad woman. Scarlett was staggeringly strong – her strength seemingly amplified by whatever was going on – not to mention fierce, and despite their greater number, the group struggled to overpower her. But, after a short struggle, overpower her they did. Two of them managed to get her onto the bed and hold her arms down, while the other two – including Zoe – found whatever they could to restrain her.

They rummaged through her drawers to find whatever would work, eventually finding things that would suffice, and they frantically tied Scarlett to the bed by her wrists, binding them to the bedposts at the top end of the bed, leaving her unable to get free. The group panted as they caught their collective breath as Scarlett struggled against the restraints keeping her bound before one of them let their feelings be known.

“What the fuck?!” the man exclaimed, still wheezing, “What the fuck was that?!?!”

Scarlett snarled at them, writhing in place on the bed, the restraints doing their job.

“Somebody go grab a blanket or something,” said Zoe, and one of the group set off in search of one, ransacking a couple of cupboards on the landing and finding one quite quickly. They came back into the room, unfurled the blanket, and then placed it over the naked Scarlett because while they were protected from her thanks to the restraints they’d put on her, her modesty wasn’t protected from them. “Thank you,” Zoe expressed before the group’s attention turned to her.

“Care to explain just what the fuck that was all about?” one of them asked their unelected but designated ringleader, with more than just a hint of exasperation in their tone, though Zoe couldn’t really give them a straight answer.

“I…” she started, herself unsure what was going on, though having an idea of what it might be even if it sounded unbelievable, “…I don’t know.”

“You’re her friend,” one of them commented, “You know her better than we do – just what have you two been up to?”

“Nothing!” Zoe defended herself, “I’ve just been helping her settle in and feel more comfortable in her home, and been someone to support her.”

“What has she needed support with?” one of them probed, curious just what the two had gotten up to since Scarlett moved in, suspicious that it was something illegal.

“Well…” she started, “Ever since she moved in, she’s been experiencing weird things around the house…” explained Zoe.

“What sort of weird things?” another one of the group asked.

“You know, the sort of things you see on TV – hearing weird noises, objects moving on their own, doors opening on their own, feeling like you’re being watched…”

“So, you’re telling us that this house is haunted? That there’s a poltergeist?”

“I don’t know,” said Zoe, “All I know is that it had not just been getting more and more frequent over the past few days, but worse too. Yesterday, Scarlett told me that she was sure she saw something…”

“Saw ‘something’?” one of them queried.

“A figure,” answered Zoe.

“What, that of a person? Like a shadow?”

“Yeah,” continued Zoe, “It’s been freaking her out ever since she moved in, and she told me that she thought the house was haunted.”

“Are we sure she’s not just superstitious and imagining these things?” one of them tried to think of a scientific explanation.

“I don’t think so, because I’m sure I’ve heard some things too, coming from her house,” Zoe revealed, “Things I’ve not heard before.”

“Are we suggesting that she has been, you know, possessed by this figure, by this spirit?”

“I don’t know how else to explain it,” reasoned Zoe, “I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

The group looked at each other, and then at Scarlett – the bound woman still scowling and sneering at them – and they all saw something in her eyes that convinced them they were right.

“What do we do?” one of them questioned, none of them having been in such a situation before; it was the blind leading the blind.

“What can we do?” another asked, which was perhaps a more pertinent question. This was beyond any of their expertise, and anything more they did other than simply tie Scarlett to the bed could have dire consequences for all they knew – they dared not even try and communicate with Scarlett or the spirit that had seemingly possessed her. What little they knew about how to manage and deal with a possessed person came from Hollywood, and the accuracy of what was depicted in such media was likely dubious at best.

Furthermore, only a couple of them were religious, and neither of them really practised it all that much, so there was every chance that their faith wouldn’t be strong enough to… do whatever it was they needed to do, and they didn’t know what that was. So, anything they had that even resembled a fleeting idea was a non-starter.

“Didn’t one of the priests at the local denomination perform an exorcism once?” asked one of the semi-religious two to the other.

“Oh yeah; Father Tom,” they replied with acknowledgement, “More than just one, if I recall – they claimed to be a specialist of sorts.”

“Can you get in contact with him?” Zoe probed, confident that this was the only logical course of action.

“Not directly,” said one of the holier pair, “But I can see if I can get his details from my priest.”

Said pair left the room to make a phone call, and after a couple of minutes, they returned.

“Well?” queried Zoe.

“We managed to get his phone number,” said one of the pair that had just returned.

“What did you say?” queried Zoe.

“Not too much, we just gave our priest some spiel about a relative knowing him and trying to get in touch,” they said, “I’ll go to confession on Sunday to be absolved of lying,” reassuring themselves that the sin was justified on this occasion. “Do you think we should call him?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Scarlett’s friend, “It’s our best shot”

The group huddled around the phone, and they dialled the number, then pressed ‘Call’. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, for much longer than they’d have liked, but, eventually, their call was answered.

“Hello?” a self-assured but well-mannered voice greeted them.

“Hello,” Zoe spoke up, “Is that Father Tom?”

“Speaking,” he confirmed, “And who might this be?”

“Hello, Father Tom, my name is Zoe, and I need your help.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, Zoe briefly explained the situation to Father Tom, who listened intently, and gave him the address they were at – 666 Tombstone Grove. Perhaps the number of the house and the name of the street it was on should have raised some red flags to the new owner when they were buying it, and maybe it would have to the superstitious among us…

“I’ll be there soon,” said the man on the other side of the phone, “Don’t let her out of your sight until I arrive.”

*Click*

The phone line went dead, and the group turned their attention to Scarlett, and then they waited attentively. Their gaze occasionally jumped out through the bedroom window to the street below in search of a car, eagerly awaiting the priest’s arrival, but otherwise they were locked onto the still-snarling Scarlett. Several cars passed by, but none stopped, and the group’s anxiety grew with each vehicle that came and went that didn’t have Father Tom behind the wheel.

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In time, the vehicle they’d been waiting for arrived, pulling up on the curb and crawling to a stop right outside Scarlett’s house. Zoe looked out of the window at the man who looked like a priest, stepping out of his car. “He’s here.”

Their collective mood lifted with his arrival, and Zoe ran downstairs to meet him. “Father Tom!” she shouted, “In here!”

Zoe ushered him into the house, the priest barely having time to bring his rosary beads and pocket bible with him, and directed him up the stairs, and he made haste to the room with the open door.

Zoe followed in behind him, and the group stood aside, relieved that there was now someone here who – supposedly – knew what to do, yet they were ready to help however they could. “If what you told me over the phone is true, then it is not safe for you to be here,” Father Tom told the group, implying that they should leave.

“What do you mean it’s not safe for us?” one of the group questioned, wanting to stick around and help, but also wary of the danger the priest informed them they were in.

“If what you say is true,” he reaffirmed, looking into Scarlett’s eyes returning him a look he both did not like and had seen before, “Then Scarlett has been possessed by a spirit – or worse, a demon.” The group looked at each other in silence, processing what he had said. “I do not yet know what their intentions are or what it is capable of – it is not safe for you to be here.”

“But, Father, we can help,” interjected Zoe, not wanting to leave her friend, and not wanting to leave Father Tom alone with this dangerous entity.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured them, “I’ve done this before – you haven’t. Now, take your leave, and barricade the door behind you. You’ll know when I’m done.”

Like she had ushered the priest into the house, Zoe ushered the group out of the bedroom, closing the door behind them and barricading it. The group looked at each other, now even more powerless than they were before, then they made their way downstairs, occupying the living room, and there they waited. On the floor above them, Father Tom got to work.

“What are your intentions here, spirit?” he said, looking at Scarlett but directing his words to whoever was inside her. Scarlett – or rather the spirit inside her – looked back at Father Tom, still snarling, almost smirking, but didn’t answer him. The priest paced from side to side, Scarlett’s eyes following his every move, and he repeated his question, this time with a sterner tone in his voice. “What are your intentions here, spirit?”

Still nothing.

This wasn’t unusual, as spirits could sometimes be stubborn and would need to be forced to communicate. Holding up his rosary beads, complete with a cross, Father Tom implored the spirit to answer him. “By the power vested in me by God, I command you to answer me,” he bellowed, and Scarlett began to struggle and writhe on the bed, the spirit within her fighting the higher power the priest was using to get them to talk, but their fight was in vain.

“Hello, Father…” the spirit finally greeted him, and now that they were on speaking terms, Father Tom could learn more about who they were and what they wanted.

“Who are you?” he asked the spirit, and this time they answered.

“I am the former owner of this house,” they said, which made sense. The former owner had not long passed away, and within this house too, so it was logical that was who’d possessed Scarlett. Usually, when the spirit lingers in a house, there is something they want or are waiting for before they move on, and until they get it, they are lost in a state of purgatory. Occasionally, spirits could be banished without fulfilling this want, and that was what Father Tom was going to try to do.

He began to recite a prayer, now holding both his rosary beads and his pocket bible aloft, to try and drive away and expel the spirit not only from Scarlett’s body, but also from the limbo it had found itself in. Scarlett began to thrash as much as the restraints would allow her to, and at one point, Father Tom feared that they were going to give way. But hold they did, and he continued reciting his holy word, Scarlett still battling the ties, until the prayer was finished. “The power of Christ compels you!”

Scarlett fell limp, her struggling ceased, and Father Tom spoke to her.

“Scarlett?” he queried cautiously. “Miss Foxett, is that you?”

Scarlett smiled deviously, then looked at Father Tom. “Your prayers aren’t going to help you here, Father!” the demonic presence exclaimed, laughing, not at all compelled by anyone’s power, causing the priest to take a step backwards. “I am not going anywhere until I get what I want – only then can you have your precious Scarlett back…”

The prayer sadly hadn’t worked, meaning that the clergyman was going to have to investigate what they wanted. “What are your intentions? What do you want here? What is keeping you here?” he asked them, again with a stern tone in his voice, yet his demeanour was calm.

“You’re not going to like this, Father…” the fiend said gleefully, “But I most certainly am.”

“Speak plainly,” Father Tom beseeched, and the spectre obliged him.

“I’m not going anywhere unless I get fucked one… last… time – what I want is a good, hard, fucking.”

The priest fell silent, now aware of the type of entity he was dealing with – that of a wantonly lustful spirit. These spirits were usually – if not always – those of people who were sexually liberal, even if only with themselves or their partners. They were people for whom their sexuality was an important part of who they were, and people who loved all things sex.

When these people passed away and their souls journeyed to the afterlife, those who weren’t totally sexually satisfied in life often refused to pass on, unless they could be satisfied one final time. This, of course, was out of Father Tom’s remit, being a priest and all, however, he could find someone else to perform the ritual. “I can’t do that,” he explained to the spirit, “But I can find someone who can.”

He took a step away from the bed and toward the door before the demon stopped him in his tracks.

“No no no, Father Tom…” she said, “I want it to be you… it has to be you…”

Father Tom froze and then looked at Scarlett. The look in her eyes had turned from one that was crazed, to one that was crazily horny. “I told you, I can’t do that – I am a man of the cloth, you know what that means.”

“Oh, I know, that’s what’s going to make it all the more fun, debauched, and taboo…”

“And what if I refuse?” queried the priest, assessing his options.

“Then poor little Scarlett here is going to be mine until she joins me in death.”

The priest was between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, he had sworn an oath of celibacy when he became a man of the cloth, and doing what the spirit wanted would mean breaking his oath, and perhaps lead to exile from the church. On the other hand, the life of an innocent woman was on the line, a life which he had the power to save, and if he didn’t save it, then would he have blood on his hands? By his very nature and by the word of his Lord, the right thing to do was the selfless thing, and so his mind – while not happy about it – was made up. He was literally going to have to fuck the hell out of her.

He looked at the naked woman on the bed, her modesty saved only by the towel that was covering her torso and upper half of her legs, and the ghoul attempted to coax him in further. “Why don’t you remove this towel and take a look… see if that doesn’t help persuade you? This Scarlett is quite something…” the demon said, licking her lips menacingly. Father Tom took a step closer toward the bed and Scarlett, and the spirit did not relent. “You’re going to love what you see, I promise…”

Father Tom gulped, having not seen a naked woman in the flesh for countless years, and not sure about the morality of seeing the naked body of a woman who maybe didn’t want him to see that. However, Scarlett herself had no say in the matter, and Father Tom was doing this to spare her life – it was in her best interests. The priest grabbed a hold of the corner of the towel and slowly tugged it off Scarlett’s body, slowly revealing the nakedness beneath it, until the towel was out of the way and Scarlett was on full display.

Scarlett – or rather the spirit inside her – spread her legs open, thankful that they hadn’t also been bound to the bed, and stirred her hips suggestively. “Look at me, Father Tom,” she teased, “Don’t tell me I’m not sex-on-fucking-legs…”

The clergyman looked Scarlett up and down and gulped nervously. He couldn’t help but admit that she was stunning… Her breasts and her nipples upon them were perfect, her abdomen was slender, and even her armpits were sexually suggestive and attractive to him…

Farther down, the hole-iest of beauties awaited his gaze, past the garden that put Eden’s to shame, and once he laid his eyes upon it, he struggled to take them away. Scarlett’s pussy was a mess. Not because of its appearance – it was beyond beautiful – but because it was practically frothing with arousal with cum oozing out of it, rendering it just as wet on the outside as it was in. Father Tom had never seen anything like it, not even in his adolescent days before finding God when he was naturally curious about such things; his forays on the internet had feigned to show him anything quite like this.

Beyond that were her legs – parted and toned – waiting to welcome him, and he looked back up into Scarlett’s eyes after studying her body, and the ghost knew that, if he hadn’t made his mind up before, he certainly had now. “Told you,” they commented, acknowledging that they’d struck gold with the vessel they’d commandeered. Something on Father Tom’s body was telling him the same thing. Too preoccupied with Scarlett’s transfixing beauty, he had not noticed his own body reacting to the sight, but it wasn’t something that escaped the spirit’s notice.

“I can see that you want to,” Scarlett nodded down at his crotch, bringing the priest’s attention to it. He looked away, aghast, but it was a necessary development given the task at hand. Sheepishly, Father Tom unbuckled his belt, undid his trousers, and took them off, leaving his underwear the last line of defence between him and sin. The fiend looked on eagerly, anticipating seeing what she wanted, and what would hopefully compel her to move on once she had been satisfied by it, waiting to be blessed by Father Tom.

As much as he didn’t want to take them off, they had to come off, so come off they did. Father Tom made no scene of it, unceremoniously taking off his trousers, but it made no difference to the woman on the bed – she was in awe. “You’re in the wrong profession, Father,” said the possessed Scarlett, looking at Father Tom’s cock standing proudly tall.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“With a cock like that,” she gestured, licking her lips again, “You should work in porn.”

The priest blushed.

“Don’t be shy,” she said, “Now, come here and stick that big cock inside me.”

Father Tom closed his eyes hearing her say that, the idea of him doing that only getting more and more real with each passing second, with each naughty word that was said, and everything the demon said rubbed his ego. He wasn’t doing this because he wanted to, he told himself, he was doing this because he had to – there wasn’t a choice to be made. Climbing onto the bed caused the haunted Scarlett to smile gleefully and stir her hips fervently, awaiting that oh-so-special feeling that she knew and loved.

Father Tom shimmied up to her, between her legs, and his hard cock was so close to Scarlett’s sodden pussy that the ghost could practically feel it. “It’s… been a while since I did this…” he said to her, suddenly wary of what might be a lacklustre performance on his part.

“Don’t worry yourself, Father Tom,” they reassured him, “You’re my divine intervention…” He edged himself closer toward her, between her splayed legs, until the tip of his cock was mere millimetres away from Scarlett’s hungrily awaiting pussy. “Do it…” the demonic presence begged him, and, moments later, Father Tom broke his oath.

The spirit moaned deeply, groaning with gratification as the priest’s plentiful dick stretched and filled her and her host’s pussy. Deeper and deeper it slid, all the way in, Scarlett throwing her head back and pulling against the restraints binding her to the bed as she processed the feeling of this holy cock, blessing her with its divine girth and length. Father Tom made his way backward, such was the act of coition, and then back in again, bringing forth a new take on the term ‘holy communion’.

It was warm, and gushy, just how he remembered it being, and Father Tom groaned with acknowledgement at how undeniably wondrous it felt. No wonder Adam couldn’t resist Eve. But Scarlett’s forbidden fruit knocked Eve’s out of the park, and Tom used every inch that his God had blessed him with to try and satisfy this ghost, and she willed him to and hungrily ate up every inch. “Put your back into it!” she ordered him, telling him to fuck her faster and harder. “Harder!”

Father Tom was rather out of practise, yet did his best to appease the demon, working up a sweat as he worked up into a faster tempo.

The group downstairs could hear wood creaking and what sounded like Scarlett moaning indistinctly, and they feared what might be happening to her. They truly had no idea. “That’s more like it,” Scarlett encouraged the priest as he fucked her harder, and harder, and harder, and her pussy squished with one of the naughtiest substances and caked his cock with it too. Father Tom looked down between Scarlett’s legs to see his cock piercing and plunging into her perfect pussy, her swollen, pink lips wrapping around and gripping it tightly, her clit bulging out from beneath its hood.

One level of his resolve had broken when he decided to go ahead with this, but there was another level of resolve which he was trying his utmost to maintain at this moment. He did not know when he last had an orgasm, as he not only abstained from sex, but also from masturbation in his capacity as a clergyman, and the sight before him was making it tremendously difficult to abstain for much longer. He needed Scarlett and the ghost to cum before he did. He kept on thrusting, hoping that Scarlett was closer than he was, and as he thrusted, he prayed to his God who he hoped was still listening.

Scarlett’s pussy gushed and creamed, the contents of it leaking out from around the seal it had created around Tom’s girth, her pussy overflowing with her juices so much that it broke said seal, and this spirit was showing Tom what he had been missing out on all this celibate time. It didn’t make maintaining his resolve any easier, and he tried to put into his mind that this was a test from his Lord and that he had to pass it, though he was desperately close to failing. Just when all hope seemed lost, it appeared as though He had heard his prayers.

“Oh…” Scarlett moaned, “Yes… I’m gonna cum… don’t stop…”

Father Tom heeded her words and didn’t stop, wanting her to cum and wanting this to be over with as soon as possible, and before he came himself, as he felt like he might still be able to be absolved of his sins if he abstained from ejaculating. Scarlett’s body tensed up, then suddenly erupted with sexual release, her arms again pulling against the restraints, the ghost screaming and writhing no longer with torment, but with pleasure.

Her pussy spasmed into action, convulsing and contracting powerfully around Father Tom’s cock which was still pumping into her, massaging it even more than it was before, squeezing it lovingly, and the priest took a sharp intake of breath before he himself began to shudder. “Oh no…” he gasped, then experienced that which he was desperately trying to avoid. His cock twitched violently, expending years upon years of pent-up sexual frustration and orgasms that never were, shooting his considerable load deep into the possessed woman and the demon.

He groaned, unsure how to feel about it, unable to disregard how fucking good it truly felt, until he could thrust no more. Father Tom fell limp over the naked Scarlett, breathing heavily, his resolve well and truly in shatters. “Father Tom!” the ghost exclaimed, “Did you just cum deep inside my pussy? Mmm, thank you,” Scarlett’s host stirred happily, not only getting fucked and getting to have an orgasm, but getting to be filled full of cum, too.

The phantom gasped as Father Tom retreated out of her, leaving her pussy gaping, the pink slowly turning to white as what was deposited inside her rose to the surface. “Are we done?” the priest breathed heavily, thankful that it was over, his mind all over the place.

“Done?!” the ghoul snapped at him, “You think that’s satisfied me?!”

Father Tom looked on in disbelief. “I’m not going to be satisfied until you fuck my arse!”

“No…” he shook his head, “I’m not doing that.”

“You can, and you will,” the demon barked, “Lest you want pretty little Scarlett here’s last memory to be that of getting her pussy pumped full of a priest’s jizz.”

The wraith’s mouth was as dirty as its mind, and they had quite a way of wording things. Still, they were right. Father Tom had already come this far, so it didn’t make sense to stop now – he was so close to completing the exorcism. “How do you propose I do that?” he asked, dejection in his voice.

“Do what?” the ghoul replied, “Fuck my arse? You’re going to have to untie me.”

Despite what they said being logical, Father Tom looked at them quizzically. “Untie you? Seriously? You know I can’t do that – it’s too dangerous.”

“I promise I won’t do anything,” reasoned the ghost, trying to quell Father Tom’s reasonable distrust, “You already know what I want – why would I deliberately sabotage that? Do you think I’m happy being stuck in this purgatory?!”

As rational as the priest’s wariness was, what the demon said did make sense. They wanted to be out of here just as much as he wanted them gone, so they’d have to work together to ensure that eventuality. As much as it went against everything he’d ever done at previous exorcisms, Father Tom knew he had to untie Scarlett.

“And when that’s done, you’ll leave?”

“Yes,” answered the spirit, with more than a sense of sincerity in their voice.

“Okay…” he sighed. Father Tom, on his knees, shuffled over to one side of the prone Scarlett to untie her from the bed, but before he did that, they interrupted him.

“Before you untie me and stick that up my arse, bring it here,” they said, talking about his cock, of course, wanting to suck it, taste his cum, and taste Scarlett’s cum at the same time. To get it over with, he wasted no time.

Diverting his route away from the corner post and to Scarlett, Father Tom stuck his beautiful, hard, divine, cum covered cock in her face, and she did the rest. Leaning forward, she took it into her mouth and suckled on it, taking it almost as deep as she had in her pussy, licking, sucking, and cleaning the cum off it as she went. “That…” they moaned, “…Is fucking delicious…” licking specks of cum off their lip where it had gotten caught. “You taste great, but Scarlett? Scarlett tastes fucking incredible…”

The fiend was a glutton for cum, both of men and women, and if the last person’s cum they were going to taste was to be Scarlett’s, then they couldn’t have wished for a better final meal.

Father Tom was again caught in two minds; having this spectre – in the form of the unbeatably sexy Scarlett – suck his cock was heavenly, but it was, of course, sinful – perhaps more sinful than he needed to be. He let her have her way with his dick, and she wasn’t finished until it was practically clean. “Now…” she said, licking her lips once more, “For my arse…”

The priest turned his attention back to the restraints keeping her tied to the bed, undoing one from one wrist, before shuffling around Scarlett and undoing the other.

When he undid the second restraint, he looked at her with trepidation, wary that he had just freed a demon, and for a second, he thought that he had made a grave mistake. They sat up, looking at him, and got onto her knees, and he mentally prepared for a physical fight. However, they simply turned around, turning her back to him, and leant forward so she was on all fours, presenting herself to him. He gulped and blinked nervously as the sense of danger all but abated, leaving him with a sight that he had not yet seen – that of Scarlett’s bare arse.

As he had before, Father Tom shuffled up to Scarlett, this time behind her, and he looked down at her. Her back was arched beautifully, her slender body giving her the shape of an hourglass, and the temptation to take hold of her by her hip was almost overwhelming. He couldn’t deny that her arse was utterly glorious and that her arsehole was oh so inviting… perhaps the fact that it wasn’t designed to be penetrated was what made it all the more alluring? Fucking her pussy again, in this position, would be wondrous enough, and it certainly looked as though it wanted to be fucked again, but the spirit had told him what it wanted.

He looked at his hard cock, then looked at Scarlett’s tight arsehole, and was unsure. Would it even fit? The spirit reached her hands back around to her arse and used them to pull Scarlett open, spreading not only her pussy by extension, but also her arsehole. That would certainly help, as would the cum that remained on his cock, which he massaged in to ensure his whole dick was lubricated. “Please,” the ghost pleaded, out of character, “Please, fuck my arse… I need it…”

Indeed, she did, and Scarlett herself needed it to be released by the demon that possessed her, so needs must.

Father Tom guided his head toward her awaiting arsehole, then pushed, gently and slowly. It made a little bit of headway, then he went backwards, then slowly forward again, edging himself farther each time as Scarlett’s arsehole acclimatised to what was trying to enter it, and she moaned with a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Even so, the priest wasn’t sure it was possible. “I don’t think it’s going to fit…” he said.

“It’ll fit…” said the spirited spirit, “The head is almost in – that’s the hardest bit. Once that’s in, we’re golden…”

He continued as he had been commanded by the stubborn ghost and, in time, he discovered that what they said was indeed true. With a few more forays slowly and shallowly in and out, Scarlett’s arsehole yielded, relaxing enough to stretch around the head of Father Tom’s cock, then quickly tightened around it. She let out a deep, hearty groan, and at once all the discomfort was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure. Once his bulbous head was in, it was much easier for it to delve deeper, and his shaft followed it inside, until his entire cock was in her arse.

Scarlett taking his entire length in her pussy was one thing, but to take it in her arse? It was unspeakable. Like the phantom had and was moaning deeply, Father Tom joined her in song. Her pussy felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before, but her arse was a wholly different feeling altogether. It was so much tighter, and by its nature it felt so much more taboo, and he discovered that anal sex was on a level playing field with vaginal sex, with both being a complete delight with their own qualities.

He didn’t know the ins and outs of anal sex, or what felt good about it for the recipient, or whether it was even possible for them to orgasm from it – he merely had to trust the demon that they were getting what they wanted out of it. Truly, Father Tom had no idea just how good it felt, or just how wondrous the orgasms were that came from it for the recipient. Or the giver, for that matter, and he was again torn between not wanting to orgasm again, and wanting to find out just how pleasurable this life could be.

He wasn’t a hedonist or certainly hadn’t been up to this point in his life, though he was quickly learning why those who were hedonists, were hedonists. Scarlett – or more accurately, the spirit within her – had clearly been one, and they were showing him what he’d been missing out on. Father Tom slowly worked himself up into a rhythm, his hands holding onto Scarlett’s hips, barely resisting the urge to move around and find out whether her arse felt as good as it looked. And yes, Father Tom, it most certainly did.

His tempo increased and he looked down to see Scarlett’s arsehole inexplicably stretched around his cock, and as he thrust in and out of her, cum pumped out of her pussy every time the priest’s cock plunged deep into her arse – both Scarlett’s own and that which he himself had left there. Her pink hole was gaping, her body making room to accommodate his cock up her arse, and because her pussy hungered for what her arse was greedily accommodating despite already having been blessed by it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” the possessor moaned loudly, “Just like that – don’t stop, don’t stop…”

Her breasts swayed back and forth as Father Tom’s body clapped against her arse time and again, moving not only the possessed woman but also the possessed woman’s bed, turning Scarlett into a complete anal whore. The light fixing on the ceiling of the room below them began to shake, and the group looked up at it and heard both the banging sounds, and the sounds of Scarlett experiencing what they could only assume was pain, and they crossed their fingers hoping for the best. The two semi-religious members of the group prayed.

“Fuck…” the priest inadvertently cursed, unable to stop and think before he spoke, expressing his realisation that another orgasm was upon him. The timing was written in scripture as he discovered that, indeed, people could in fact orgasm from anal penetration, and the fiend demonstrated just how hard one could cum from having their arse pounded with a gorgeous cock, and demonstrated just how hard one could cum by fucking an arse with their gorgeous cock. Father Tom erupted in another explosive orgasm, filling Scarlett’s arse with his cum like he had her pussy, spurt after spurt shooting out of him and deep into her as her own orgasm engulfed her, fuelled by cock and cum.

Her hands tightly gripped the bedding as she rode it out, with not only her pussy spasming and contracting, but also her arsehole, and it made Father Tom’s cock feel so much bigger inside her as he filled her up with more than just his cock. The spirit could not have wished for a finer swansong, indulging herself with decadence and debauchery in life one final time, unsure but hoping that the afterlife would provide her with all she could ever want. If it didn’t, then at least she had made her last time a memorable one.

Scarlett’s head rested against the bed, her arse still sticking up in the air, and Father Tom backed himself out of it. Cum oozed out of both her stretched, gaping, satisfied holes, and if he wasn’t exiled from the clergy for his misdeeds today, then he’d do well himself to remain a celibate man of God from this point on after fucking the hottest creature his God had put on this Earth. He had seen the light, and it felt a shame to only fuck Scarlett once… The feeling in the room changed as the spirit held to their word, satisfied, and quietly took their leave, moving onto the afterlife, returning Scarlett’s body to her.

“I’m so, so sorry,” the priest apologised to Scarlett herself, who was now back in control of her own body, begging for her forgiveness, “I had to…”

Scarlett’s body fell limp on the bed, breathing heavily, and after a few moments, she turned onto her back to address the priest directly. He looked down at her, the look on his face one of remorse. Scarlett was in a bit of shock but, to his surprise, didn’t look mad at him.

“Can I confess something to you, Father Tom?” she said with weariness in her voice.

“Of course, my child,” he responded compassionately, prepared to comfort Scarlett and support her however he could.

“I fucking loved every second of that…”