For the past few days, I noticed that Father Stoic has been wearing his smile fewer and fewer times, ever since the 'higher ups' came by the church to do an inspection. He even stopped going to the study to entertain himself in his usual hobby. For some reason, I found myself being struck with an unusual sadness.
Today, I only saw Father Stoic once during the morning and that was it. I found myself worrying over Father Stoic's health, for no discernible reason as I dust the bookshelves. I started with top shelves with my feather duster, and I gently swayed the feathers back and forth, sweeping them over the extensive collection of books. I wondered if Father Stoic received some bad news from the 'higher ups.' I found myself guessing at any number of possibilities, from him hearing that the churches funds will be cut, or that someone nearby has died. From my observation, people are sad when someone dies. We have hosted three funerals since I started my life here with my new family, and people had grim looks and tears every time.
With my thoughts keeping me preoccupied, I noticed that my work with the shelves had finish, so I walked toward the door leading out of the study and placed the feather duster on the table on my way out. The short walk to my room seemed even shorter with my thoughts elsewhere. I quickly opened the door to my living quarters and let myself inside while shutting the door behind me. I stepped into the middle of the room, as per usual, and started of remove my clothing as my thoughts returned to the days of when I first arrived here under the guidance of Father Stoic. He was so kind, and always smiling at me, I felt a great warmth from him that I felt from nobody else.
As I stepped out of the clothes on the floor I walk over to the mirror and find that I can't see anything. I look about the room and I notice that I am doing things out of order, how strange of me. I hurriedly stepped toward my clothes and removed the flint and steel from my pockets as I searched the clothing. Finding the items, I dropped the clothes back on the ground and move over to the torch on the wall. One Spark, fizzle. Two sparks, fizzle. On the third strike, the sparks lit the oil covered rag bound to the sick of wood ablaze. It is getting harder to light this torch, I may need to replace it, or maybe something is off with the oil.
I turned around to pick up my clothing, while picking up the clothes, I remembered that laundry day is in two days, I think I missed the laundry day today. Ah, oh well. I picked up the skirt as the last piece and moved toward my bed. My eyes were cast toward the ground, with my head spinning from all the thinking I have been doing today. I throw the pieces of clothing on the bed and pick one up at a time gently folding them and setting them into a nice and neat stack, I then picked up the stack and walked over toward my dresser where I opened a drawer and placed the stack near the another stack of clothing.
I was about to turn around and go to the mattress but I remembered that I have yet to do my self health check. I walk over to the mirror again, and stared into the eyes of the brunette that I always greeted me every night, but this time there is a different look in her eyes, she looks concerned. That is strange, that girl is me, but why am I concerned? Is it because of Father Stoic? I think it maybe. I look over my face and I quickly see the knot on my forehead is finally gone from when I hit my head on the cooking kettle the other day. Truly an embarrassing moment.
My gaze then fell to my shoulders and I admire the glossiness of my skin once again. It really is beautiful, I had no idea that my skin could become so beautiful a few months ago. I turned slightly to the right to see my silky hair once again. I idly run a hand through my hair to feel the gentle silkiness on my hands. I then faced toward the mirror again and I looked down toward my breasts. I gently glide my rough hands ever so slightly over the mounds of flesh, and I close my eyes as the roughness of my fingertips tickles my nipples, pleasure ripples through my body again. I open my eyes and look over toward the mirror, only to have my heart leap into my throat, there was someone standing directly behind me. I was so preoccupied by my thoughts that I had not noticed the intruder.
I was about to let out a scream, but I found that a hand quickly covered my mouth. The hand was huge and threatened to crush my mouth into my head, then a familiar baritone voice softly whispered in my ear, “Shhh. Come now, no need to be hasty. I noticed you were having a little fun just now, why not let me join in on the fun?” Father Stoic? Why?
Why are you in my room? Why were you holding my mouth shut? I desperately wanted to know these answers. I couldn't turn my head to see him directly, so I shifted my gaze toward the mirror, that is when I saw his face, the torch light was casting shadows on his face, but on his face I saw an emotion that I had not seen on him before. His face had an animal like hunger in it. His gaze shifted from staring back at me to glancing at my entire body, his eyes greedily drinking all that he could from the mirror, while he held me closer to himself. He towered over me, so he craned his head over the spacing between my head and shoulder. He then inhaled deeply while closing his eyes seemingly to smell my fragrance. After opening his eyes, he then looked down out my breast and with his free hand, he brought them up to my chest and began to fondle me.
The roughness of his hands were like mine, but unlike me he didn't gently touch me that felt pleasurable, he held me with breast with a firm grip as he began to slowly rub his hands roughly around my chest. His breathing started to become heavier, “You know... I often see you staring at... me. It makes... it difficult to concentrate. I have come to... realize that... this is... the will of Icaldir.” He said as his breathe began to shake. What are saying, Father Stoic? Please stop, and act normal. Please, give me that smile, tell me everything will be alright. Please.
I felt a shiver run through my body, to which, he responded, “The higher ups... they think our love is... forbidden, but I say Icaldir wills it! So... they are sending me... to a monastery, for rehabilitation. Ooh, are you starting to feel it? Come on give me more reactions! I want to see you moan... Give Icaldir your love! Give our family your love! Give me your love!” His breathing had turned ragged.
He then picked me up and released his hand from my mouth just as I was about to speak, his lips fastened around mine. I felt a kind of intense heat coming from his body, and from this kiss. Shortly his slippery tongue invaded my mouth and snaked its way around mine. He seemed to want to pull my tongue out with his own, and in order to accommodate his wish, I complied. My tongue was pulled away from my mouth and into his, where I tasted fermented grapes, was this alcohol?
I felt the pressure of his teeth coming down on my tongue, sending on odd sensation to my head. I hadn't noticed that we had been moving at all, but suddenly he placed me on my bed with his body over mine. He removed his mouth from mine long enough to start removing his clothing, I was in such a daze from the sudden events that I couldn't speak or move, I was bound to this spot. When his shirt came off, I was met with rippling muscles that sported minor scars here and there, much my hands and body. I found myself gazing at those scars that it was too late that I noticed he also removed his pants.
What is that? It looks abnormal, it is like a pillar of flesh between his legs, almost mushroom like in appearance. I know that men and women are different, but do all men have these. I was staring again, I then felt a hand glide over my mouth once more, and my hands bound in his other hand, while he situated himself between my legs, he had me pinned, unable to move. Why? What is going on? I do not feel comfortable with this? Please, Father Stoic, stop this. Somebody help me. I felt a single tear slide down my face, it felt like my eyes were on fire and face was burning up. I just want this to be over.
“Don't cry, I promise to make... you feel good, just give me a moment,” he said as he stared down at the pillar of flesh between us. I watched it as well, as it drew closer and closer to me, I got a bad feeling about this, so bad that I wanted to throw up. Closer it came, until he placed it on the center of pink flesh between my legs. His flesh felt blazing hot against my own. He pressed on, seemingly to push that thing into me. I tried to move out of the way, to get anywhere but here, but I couldn't move a muscle other than my legs.
Eventually he pressed in hard enough that it found its way passed the entrance to the hole in the pink flesh, only to be stopped there. It hurts! I don't know what this is but it hurts, please take it out, please. I felt more burning tears escape my eyes.
He let out a small huff of air before he thrusted his hips forward. As he did, I felt a pain that ripped through my core. It was a sharp pain that was mix between a burning sensation and being pierced by a blade. Take it out, take it out, take it out, take it out.
Please, just stop already. After he was inside me, he started to pull out bit by bit. It continued to hurt but I was glad that he was finally going to stop, he then thrusted forward again, and again, the pain came rolling over me in tides as he kept ramming his thing inside of me over and over again. He made little grunting sounds every time he did, as to put an effort into hurting me. For a moment, he stopped as his posture bent, and his face was now breathing on my breasts, he then continued thrusting into me while he started licking my breasts and suckling them like a babe. He then resumed thrusting his hips forward, the pain that accompanied the thrusting started to abate a little at a time, but the stinging in my heart and the burning tears in my eyes did not stop.
I glance over to the door and I found myself desperately wishing for someone to help me. Please, please, please, please, someone save me. I felt more tears run down my damp cheeks and I noticed that Father Stoic getting a little rougher with his movements that brought more pain rippling through my inside once more. Then to my surprise, the door opened, I saw the face of a girl from behind it. Cassette! Cassette! Thank you, thank you! Please help me, please save me. Save me.
What? What are you doing? NO! Don't leave me, comeback, please. Please. No. I felt like I had been abandoned again. I just wanted someone to come to me, and save me from Father Stoic. Why did Cassette leave? Why is Father Stoic doing this to me. I felt the small pit in my stomach becoming unbearable and I felt nauseated and weak as my body rocked from the motions of Father Stoic. The rising pressure in my stomach, made it hard to keep the contents of my stomach down.
The churning of my belly, the taste of bile in the back of mouth made the inside of my mouth very sour, I started to gag and the slow movement of vomit made its way into my mouth and tried to push back from the hand that restrained me but to no avail. My head started to spin and the heat from my forehead started to rob me of my consciousness.
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I awoke to an intense feeling of pain in my head and lower abdomen. There was some shouting in another room, and there was rays of light pouring into my room, indicating morning. I looked down at my body and the bed of which it laid. I saw a small reddish brown stain of blood on the bed. Last night was not a horrible nightmare but was real. I curled myself into a ball to contain the feeling of emptiness in within my body. I pulled my knees into my chest and I began to weep. The feeling of tears was painful as my eyes began to slowly shed them. My eyes stung more from the crying, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of dirtiness that I felt. I grabbed some clothing and dressed myself, I immediately left for the bath.
I met not a single person on my way to the bath, but passing the study, I noticed that it was the room with the shouting was occurring. I paid no attention to it until I heard my name.
The huge voice that sounded like as deep as a massive animal's growl, shouted, “...took it too far this time, Father Stoic! You laid your hands on this girl, this Sister Maddison. You have defiled her and you still wish to maintain your status as Father within this Church?!”
I heard the same baritone voice as last night, “Now, Father Ren, I have been diligent in my duties and I have made generous donations in the...”
Father Ren interrupted, “This is the reason we wanted have rehabilitated before something like this would happen, now we have to make this poor girl disappear to keep up the image of Icaldir. You are to blame!”
The shouting continued, but it all faded into the back of my mind as I continued to the bath. Closing the door behind me, I wanted to cry, to shout out the unfairness to the world. I wanted to disappear, as Father Ren said. I found myself unable to produce a single tear from my exhausted eyes. Losing the will to care anymore I removed the clothes that I loosely put on and I turned the water of the bath to the hottest I could possibly stand it. As I waited for the bath to fill with water, I walked over to the mirror for morning health examination.
I found it very difficult to look myself in the eye, as I finally mustered the strength to look up at myself, I saw a girl that I couldn't recognize. She wasn't beautiful, she was dirty. Her face was warped and the flaws only seemed to outlined by the filthiness. I don't understand, wasn't I beautiful? Didn't I have beautiful skin and silky hair? I only saw a filthy girl, but what was this strange, dirty girl was me. I felt a lump form in my chest, and I could no longer hold the eye contact with the figure in the mirror. I returned to the bath and I set myself into it with the stinging waters rising over my body. I grabbed a rag and started to scrub every inch of my body, but I couldn't understand why the dirty feeling wouldn't go away. Why won't go away, please just go away. Go away. I scrubbed and scrubbed, but nothing changed.
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“What are you doing?! Please stop it, Sister Maddison.” I was shocked to see Sister Cassette in the door way with a worried expression on her face. She was staring at something with a horrified face, I followed her gaze to my arm. It was bleeding and the water was now dyed slightly pink. I heard the scrambling of footsteps and I felt the rag being ripped from my hands. Cassette then help me up dry off from the water. She then wrapped a bandage around my arm, which slowly turned red.
Cassette quickly threw clothes on me and ushered me out the door while looking hastily around her surroundings. “Come now, we must be quick about this. Father Stoic and Father Ren are upstairs determining your fate. They want to silence you, forever. I did not help you when you last night, but I will repent by helping you now. I may not ever receive your forgiveness or that of Icaldir, but I promise I will help you now. I paid off a driver to transport you to a far off place, it is up to him to decide. Please, please, by Icaldir, let him be there.” She prayed this as she opened the door. As she did so, we were met with a man with a fair set of clothes that were padded in a quilt like pattern. Behind him was a red mare drawn wagon with many wares inside. He must be a traveling merchant.
Cassette then practically threw me at him with a forceful shove. “Make sure she is safe, I paid you good gold, and by Icaldir, you better hold your deal of the bargain, Seap.” She gave a glaring stare toward this man she obviously knew. The man only nodded and then turned around and ushered me toward the cart. I looked back at Cassette as she gave me a worried glance before attention was drawn back to something within the Church. She closed the doors, and with it her figure disappeared.
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We have traveled for many weeks it seems. This man named Seap, seems to make things only business like, providing me with food that says will come out of the budget left by Cassette. However, I refused most of the meals, if only it meant that I could go further. He asked no questions, other than when it was necessary, and I didn't speak, unless spoken to, making this trip very silent. The only sounds that I listened to were the sounds of the wheels grinding against the pebbled path, and the sounds of red mare hooves digging into the same ground. There were the occasional city we would pass by, this would provide all new sounds to our journey, sounds of the hustle and bustle of people and their daily activities.
It wasn't until we passed a city that the driver named Castor. We were quite away from the city when he made an announcement to me, “This is as far as the lil' miss's coin will take you.” He stared at me, of which I just stared back. Neither of us moved for a moment, but he broke the silence, “Lil' miss told me your circumstances. I am willin' to take you to the Capital of Drayasil, Starwind City. That's as far as I take you. That dukedom has some laws, helpful to us human folk. Now, I must part with you there.” He flicked his reins and the carriage started to move again.
It moved north, from what I learned back at the Church. I noticed the temperature started to drop and the carriage started to go up on an even slope and then up the twisting paths of a mountain range. Eventually, we arrived at a plateau at a great elevation and low temperatures. The dark buildings stood in contrast with the white snow that littered the place. It hardly snowed in Lumberton, but it looked like the snow is here to stay. A violent chill ran through my body as the wind pierced my clothes.
The carriage slowed at a gate guarded by a man with green feathered wings, an Air Demon, “Business.”
Seap then spoke, “I come ta sell my wares. Nothin' more, nothin' less.”
The guard then focused his gaze at me, “The girl?”
Seap stole a glance at me then spoke, “The girl here intends ta stay. She has been kicked from her home, exiled.” I look at the guard to gauge his reaction.
The guard kept his stone like face and gestured me to get off the carriage, he then looked at Seap, “Good day to you sir.” He glanced at me next, “You follow me.”
We trudged through the snow, and the shivers I was experiencing got more violent. I felt my toes going numb, along with my fingers and nose. At last we entered a building. The guard then made his way toward a wardrobe near the door. From it, he produced a thick shirt and coat, of which he threw toward me, “This is yours now. New laws have been passed in this Duchy, named the 'Alexander Equal Rights' and the 'Betterment of Minority Races'. One of these laws promotes the minority and welcomes your race to the city, with warm clothes and a room in a tenant building, four months free of charge, to encourage you to make a living here, and find a job.”
I will have place to stay, while I look for a job? I am grateful, and I have an opportunity to find a job in a demon city as well. I changed into the thicker clothing and walked into the snow with directions to the tenant buildings.
Upon arriving at the doorstep of the tenant master, whom had skin like rocks and dirt, an Earth Demon, I was shown a room of which I could reside. The room had a person already inside, she had slick bluish skin that seemed to have scale like patterns, her fingers were webbed, a Water Demon, I've been told have these characteristics. She looked at me and welcomed me into the room, of which there were two beds and a single wardrobe. There was another door on the other side of the wall, I guess a toilet would be there.
A tenor like voice greeted me with a glossy smile, “Welcome, you must be new here. My name is Carina Floodseed, I am your roommate from today onward. Though in a few months to a year, I'd wager that I have accumulated enough to buy my own house. Oh, I forgot, what is your name?”
I open my mouth to answer her question, “My name is Maddi-” I was interrupted.
“Maddie? Weird name, I like it. You and I shall be best friends, the best of friends. I tell you what, as my new best friend, I will give you a recommendation to the place where I work, 'Renner's Butchery'. Surely Old Ren is willing to give you a go.” Ren? Like Father Ren, that is a strange coincidence, but I soon forget about it as Carina started babbling again. We moved the conversation to the beds, where we sat across each other. This girl is a chatter box, but listening to her ramblings made me soon forget the troubles I've had, even the world seemed far away in this small room we shared. Eventually, her speech faded from my ears as my eyes became heavier. I no longer could resist the lull of sleep. Forgive me Carina, I couldn't make it through you story of a pet you had.
I was awoken to my body suddenly being shaken by a slender arm, belonging to a rather excited Carina, “Morning sunshine! It is time for work, please get ready, well I suppose you are ready with those being the only things you own. Let me fix your hair, it is hard fix ones hair without a mirror.” Even though we had just woke up, she is already chatting me up on the stories from last night, asking for my opinion on them without giving me time to answer. She did this while running her fingers through my hair. “All right my turn! Don't make me look bad!” She delightfully smiled and sat down next to me, expecting. I stood up and I ran my fingers through her hair and I very nearly gasped at how different it was.
Her hair was like the rough yet smooth surface of lake plants. Also thick and flat, unlike the thin and round human hair I have. It was black, and reminded of the plants that grew in the water, for some reason, I became jealous of her hair. The reason was foreign and well beyond my understanding. After a small one sided conversation, we left the room and I had my consciousness brought to full attention with the bright and bitterly cold outdoors. I do not think, I have been this awake in quite a while.
“Come, Come! To breakfast! I think some singed pork with fried pleasant hen eggs are in order!” She practically sang this to the world.
“Pork? What is that?”
“Pork, from the six legged pig? Have you not had pork? You must try it, it is simply to die for. I will treat you this time, but you will treat me when you get the job, deal?” I could only nod my head before she took off in another rambling, this time about the sweet and savory meat from 'Renner's Butchery'. By the time we had got to the Commercial District, I noticed many bizarre looking people that looked far from human, much like the guard, tenant master, and Carina.
We then walked in to a shop that had a strange animal that had been cooked as its sign. It had three legs that were visible in this drawing, so this must be the six legged pig. Strange. I was then tugged into the store by Carina.
Carina then burst into a happy song, “Renner, Old Renner. Please bring me some dinner!”
A man came out the doors from behind the counter, with a plate of some cooked meet and two cooked eggs. In a gruff voice the old man looked at us and said, “Carina, I almost thought that you would be late, but knowing you, I don't think you would ever be late, just to give me an ear full. Here is your BREAKFAST, not dinner. I would appreciate it, if you didn't sing. Anyway who is this.
Carina than sang while improvising her lines horribly, “Renner, Old Renner. Please bring her some dinner. Maddie be her name, and please... treat her the same?” her voice trailed off, I had to stifle a giggle. What was this horrible singing? I felt a smile float to my lips.
The old man shook his head and went behind the doors and returned with another plate of the same meat and eggs. He sat it at a small table that Carina had sat down at. “Carina, I assume you are treating this girl, as she looks new. So I will take the charge out of your pay is this fine?”
Carina vigorously nodded and choked down the mouthful she had in her mouth, “GAH, ooh, I almost died there. Anyway, Renner, what do you say you give this fine human a job? She is my roommate after all, and I am willing to recommend her. You know my word is good, what do you say?”
To which the old man replied, “I think you have many words and that they are more annoying more than they are good.” With that he shook his head while looking at me with an apologetic gaze, “I am sorry though, we have the most employs we can handle at the moment, not because you are human, but because business is tight. Since Carina gave me recommendation for you, I will give you a recommendation to the owner across the street. His business is new, so he will probably hire you on spot. Eat your breakfast, then see if you can catch him.” He then left for the double doors again.
“Stingy Ren, I am sorry that I couldn't secure you a job, but don't be sad, you have four months and this is booming period in Drayasil, so you find one in no time.” I listened to her as I bit down into the Pork. The flavor of the meat was savory and every bit as tasty as Carina had described, it coupled really well with the eggs that seem to have been cooked in the oil of this pork. It tasted rather well, and the texture of this meat was rough and kind of chewy at the same time, but the soft squish of the meat felt really pleasant as well.
After finishing the breakfast and saying farewell to Carina I walked across the street to a rather small building labeled, 'A Noble Treat'. There was a rather young man with purple glossy skin, that reminded me of glass or smooth marble, I was not familiar with his race.
He was rather young, and stood just bit shorter than I. He was currently behind a stand with some meat on sticks. The sign above him said 'Grand Opening; Free Samples'. The sizzling meat had some weird black and orange things on them, I assumed these were spices, but I never seen any like these. There was this yellowish juice that glazed over the meat and made it very appealing to look at. I try to breathe in a bit to shake the temptation but that proved to be a mistake, as the very smells of this fragrant meat filled my head and my stomach start growling. I had physically remove the drool on my chin. I had just eaten, why do I feel starved, an why is this meat enticing me so? I want it inside me right now. I want to taste it and all of the juices that come from it, I want it, I want it, I want it.
“Would you like a kebab? It is free you know, I made it myself.” He lifted a stick that had two pieces of meat placed on it and offered it to me. Gingerly, I took the stick of meat and I gently slide a piece of meat off the stick and threw it into my mouth. There was an oily feeling on my fingers, but I could not pay attention to this as I feel like my stomach and throat were jumping for the chance to contain this meat and all of its savory goodness. It also had a bit sweetness that sent my tongue on an upward journey of deliciousness. The taste of the heavens quickly faded as I swallowed the meat, so I quickly grabbed another piece of meat and the feeling of fulfillment was bestowed upon me once again. My mouth, throat and stomach are grateful to me, and I am grateful to them for letting me experience this thrilling ride. The feeling started to fade again, and so I reached for another piece from the stick I was given to find that there was no more meat. I was left disappointed, but the taste in my mouth didn't completely fade, I still had the faint taste of the oil the meat had inside it.
“You are my first customer, I just opened. I have to say that was an intense reaction. I would give you another sample, but I only limit myself to giving one free sample per person.” He said with a smile.
“The owner, can I speak to him.”
“Speaking. Are you wanting a job? I can give you one, but I warn you, we will be extremely busy, but you can all that you want when we take off in business.” He then flashed a smile that radiated with a kindness that reminded me of Father's Stoic's smile, immediately I wanted to vomit. I clasped my hand over my mouth as I squat to contain myself from breaking down. I failed to keep tears in my eyes.
I then felt a hand on my shoulder and I look up to find this man with violet skin looking down on me, “I thought there was something wrong with the meat, but looking at you now, I feel as though you have been wronged. I know not your circumstances, but know this: If have been wronged, know that I will treat you right. Even if you have lost faith in your god, have faith in me, for I will make sure that with everything within my power, that nothing wrong befalls my employees. So what say you? Are you ready to work for me?”
I do not know came over me but more tears fell from my eyes and I launched my self at this strange man. I hugged tight and I prayed with all my might that this will not be a dream. Praying, praying, to whom, I drew back from him to see his face, smiling at me. I guess he will do.
“My name is Alexander Phendahl, and you are?”