Back at Magnolia Grove, Gus fitfully struggled against his bonds, his whole body dripping in sweat. Tense, his ass was lifted off of the bed and his toes were curled as he hovered right on the edge of orgasm, the black undulating mass now flowing all over his body. Teasing and tickling his shaft, the warm black ooze felt like velvet on his overly stimulated manhood.
For hours Gus had drifted, like a feather tossed on a warm spring breeze, up to but not beyond the point of release. The Mass, swirling and bubbling in its liquefied state stroked every inch of his body, consistently keeping his cock hard but his balls full. Shaking and shuddering, his whole body tense, he begged pitifully for release. "Please, Dear GOD PLEASE!"
Laughing, the Demon would not relent, and as yet another tiny bud of precum formed on his glistening dark red cockhead, it pulsed with energy and it swirled into a tube and lapped up his essence before ceasing all touch in order to have his body come back from the edge. So close to cumming, Gus pumped wildly into the empty air, desperate for one lone lick to release him. After twenty minutes, he collapsed onto the bed, his body aching both from exhaustion but defeat. Once lying flat and seeing that his cock began to soften, the warm dark misty form began to stroke him to full erection again.
Groaning and panting like mad, his mind felt like mush as he hovered on the edge of insanity, locked inside a nightmare from which he could not awake. Not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, the mass reached out tendrils which appeared to be a tongue and began gently nibbling at his nipples and ear lobes. Whispering into his ear, its hot breath scorching his face, it cackled "Oh yes, dear Antoine, yes. A fresh young body is on her way! I cannot wait to squeeze inside her and feel you finish your business in my snatch."
Over at the Cathedral, the sanctuary was empty, morning mass having ended hours earlier. Father Aviles was dressed in his purple stole and vestments, both for the upcoming exorcism but also for this emergency baptism. Holding his hands over the surface of the water in the font he spoke.
"I bless this water in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Crossing himself, Father Aviles turned to Jasmine.
"Do you renounce Satan and all of the works of the Devil?"
"I do" she answered.
"Do you accept the gift of Holy Baptism, devoting your life to Christ?"
"I do."
"Then by the power of the Holy Ghost, I Baptize you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost." He continued as he poured the sanctified water over her forehead. Making the sign of the cross below her bangs, he applied the holy oil and completed the ceremony. "With this oil you are sealed by the power of God and entered into the book of life."
Zeke, watching from the corner of the dark candle lit chapel felt his stomach flutter. A cynic for so long, being thrust back into the world of religion was jarring to him but seeing what he had seen, and knowing the stakes, his heart swelled as he felt a power surge within him. Jasmine, her hair wet from her Baptism now shook lightly as her body was filled both with fear but also a renewed sense of purpose. Standing in silence, she waited for Father Aviles to announce their plans.
Opening his black case, Father Aviles pulled out two empty plastic bottles and filled them with Holy water. Handing one to Zeke and the other to Jasmine, he spoke. "Take this. Once our work begins at the house, we are going to need as many weapons in our arsenal as we can muster."
Looking out over the empty church, Father Aviles felt his stomach roil. The afternoon sun was streaming through the darkened nave, and casting gorgeous colorful patterns on the marble floor from the stained glass. This was always his favorite time to be in the church, especially if he was alone. Seeing the enormous golden Crucifix hanging over the main altar, and noting the reflections on the floor, he knew it was getting to be late afternoon. They would have to hurry now, as to fight the demonic forces at Magnolia Grove at night would be far more difficult than in the day. Rushing out of the Cathedral, the three of them got into Zeke's truck and began driving towards the garden district.
Thirty minutes later, they all sat in Zeke's truck across the street from Magnolia Grove and said nothing. The tension in the car was palpable and each one of them knew that what was about to happen was going to test them all to their limits. Looking into the driveway, Jasmine saw Gus's car was there.
"Well, it looks like he is home" she said, her voice quivering. Pulling out her cellphone she once again tried his number, but once his voicemail message started she hung up. "He is still not answering. God in Heaven I hope he is ok."
"Me too, Jasmine. Me too." Father Aviles spoke in a calm reassuring tone. Stepping out of the cab of the truck, they all slowly walked up to the porch, their steps growing slower and slower as they all felt a wave of dread flow over them. Zeke felt his palms sweat and for the first time since his service in Vietnam he had that electrical surge rush through his neck that always alerted him to danger. Jasmine felt equally scared but also terribly worried. Her eyes filling with tears she hoped that her last conversation with Gus would not be their fight. Father Aviles was different. Although as equally concerned and nervous as the others, he felt invigorated, like a prize fighter entering a ring for a championship bout. As they reached the bottom step of the marble mansion they all jumped as a loud noise startled them all.
Barking loudly and frantically, Angeline rushed up to Jasmine and began whining and pawing desperately at her leg.
