When Hanna finally came to, she found her head resting in someone's lap. As her vision cleared, she saw the smiling face of Haley looking down at her.
"Are you okay, Hanna? When you fainted, Damian called for me. He couldn't come to you because you obviously weren't ready yet," Haley's sweet voice said as the teen stroked her hair.
"Damian, he's the devil, isn't he?" Hanna asked, her voice weak.
Haley caressed her cheek softly and nodded her head. "Yes, it was a shock to me, too, when I first found out. I didn't faint, but I did nearly have a panic attack. He did this thing when he touched me, which made me see things in my head. Visions of people that had always hounded me and preached down to me. The visions showed me what they were like when they thought no one was looking. These supposedly pious people doing things that I'd heard screamed down from the pulpit since I was a child. Not just things that we were told was immoral, some of the things were illegal."
Hanna tried to sit up but felt the room sway. Instead, she leaned back against Haley.
"Whoa, honey. Don't get into big a hurry. Damian wants me to get you resting in the bed. He said I have to get you to eat something. He thinks what you learned combined with the fact you haven't eaten in days is why you fainted," Haley said with concern. Hanna could hear her admiration and worship of Damian in every word she spoke.
"You did it," Hanna asked, "you pledged him your soul, didn't you."
Haley leaned in and kissed Hanna's temple. "When he first told me the things he knew about me, private thoughts I'd never told a living soul. Some were thing's that I thought would die with me. That was when I panicked. Then he touched me and showed me a vision of my father as he gambled away my college fund playing online poker. My parents told me the money was lost in an unfortunate investment in the stock market. My mother is no less hypocritical. This woman has been rabidly anti-homosexual my entire life. But Damian showed me how her Saturday night bridge games with the girls are actually little lesbian orgies. The hypocritical bitch licks pussy all Saturday night, and then gets up on Sunday mornings and goes to teach Sunday School using that same tongue."
Hanna waited, she knew that Haley was working her way to the answer. As hard as this had been on her, she could only imagine how an eighteen-year-old had felt.
"Pastor Robert likes to wear a collar and be disciplined by his wife. She makes him wear a cage on his tiny cock twenty-four-seven. Of course, he has to lift that fat belly before you can even see it," Haley added with a little giggle.
"Then you have the Davis brothers. The two guys that have been greeters and helped take up the offering for as long as I can remember. Those two cook meth in an old trailer on the back of their property. The two high school sophomore girls from the public school that overdosed did it on the Davis brother's meth," Haley said with both sadness and disgust in her voice.
"And the little Cabot boy that supposedly fell down the stairs and broke his arm so severely they had to put all those pins and rods in it? It really happened because his mom got tired of him one morning and twisted it, so roughly, she caused spiral fractures."
"Pastor David, the guy that Curtis replaced. They told us he and his wife took an offer at another church because she wanted to be nearer her family. But the truth was, he liked to take her down to Swamp Town on Saturday nights and let her cuckold him with every black cock she could take. She must have forgotten to take her birth control pills one day because she got pregnant. It got back to the senior staff, and they quietly asked them to go elsewhere," Haley said in almost a whisper as if she was afraid she would be overheard.
"So, to answer your question. Yes, I gave the Devil my soul. Judging from all those visions I saw, the people who'd been preaching to me my whole life had done it a long time ago. I had been a good girl. A miserable good girl but good all the same, and all it had ever gotten me was heartache and loneliness. So I guess I was late to the party. The things Damian, which he prefers we call him, has promised me have given me a whole new outlook on life," the teen said almost defiantly.
Hanna could see strength in the girl she'd never seen before. Confidence that had been missing from her the entirety of her life. She had known Haley since she wasn't much more than a toddler and had worked with the girl in the children's church since she was barely a teen. This was a different creature altogether. She still had those child-like qualities she'd always had, but she was all woman now.
"I think I might be able to make it to the bed now," Hanna said once Haley seemed to wind down. She still had plenty of questions for the teen. But the floor was starting to cause plenty of aches in her lower body.
When they had her settled in bed, it occurred to Hanna for the first time that she had been dressed only in her panties since she'd woken up. She could still smell her own arousal, remembering how soaked she'd been before passing out. Embarrassed by what Haley must think of her, the blonde carefully sat up on the edge of the bed and cautiously stood to make sure her legs would hold her.
Haley had gone downstairs to find something for Hanna to eat. It was the last thing the pretty blonde felt like doing, but she doubted Haley would be willing to take no for an answer. Not after she'd promised Damian to see to it that Hanna would eat.
Once she felt steady, she made her way over to the dresser and retrieved a clean pair of panties and the gown she'd dropped on the floor earlier that night.
Hanna was in the bathroom, cleaning herself up when the door opened. She had been bathing herself down below with a washrag. Her thighs had been caked with her leakage, and the poor panties she'd worn might never be the same.
Hanna covered herself modestly and blushed, which seemed to tickle her young protege. The irony struck Hanna that it was her inexperienced student Haley, who was now the worldly teacher for once.
"You don't have to be shy with me, Hanna," Haley said unabashedly. "I saw most of your goodies while you were passed out, and I was holding you. And as for the other, he has that effect on me too."
Despite still being self-conscious about being naked in front of Haley. Hanna forced herself to drop her hands. Using a hand towel, the beautiful blonde dried herself off and slipped her panties up one leg, wobbling a bit as she did.
Haley was right there to grab her arm. "Let me help you, Hanna, please? Damian would probably be so unhappy with me if I let you hurt yourself again."
Hanna watched as the teen dropped to her knees and grasped the panties with one hand. With the other, she helped gingerly lift Hanna's left foot and slide it into the opening. With that done, Haley slowly slid them up the length of her legs. Hanna couldn't help but notice how Haley chewed at her bottom lip as she eyed the still somewhat damp pussy before her. Hanna briefly imagined her young charge sliding her tongue between her saturated lips. What would it feel like?
The moment was broken as Haley stood to bring Hanna's undergarment the rest of the way up. The teen then handed Hanna her nightgown and turned to walk out of the room, saying, "I'm not much of a cook. But I did find a can of tomato soup in the pantry, and I made you a grilled cheese."
Hanna exited the bathroom and found Haley waiting with a tray holding the food and a glass of apple juice. She smiled at the girl and settled into the bed, accepting the platter of food, and resting it on her lap.
Haley made her way around to the opposite side of the bed. The one that Curtis usually slept on. Hanna marveled at how far removed she now felt from a man who had married her in front of a church full of people just ten days earlier.
