The Enlightenment of Hanna

Hanna startled awake to find Haley propped up on an elbow, watching her intently. Feeling unusually alert for having just awoken, Hanna couldn't help but take notice of the knowing grin on the teen's face.

"What?" Hanna asked innocently.

Haley let out a laugh, "Please, spare the innocent act for the church crowd. You just totally fucked Damian in your dream, didn't you?"

"I...no...what?" Hanna stuttered out in a world-class lousy attempt at denial.

Haley's eyes got even more comically large as she pointed her finger in accusal. "Oh, you so did, slut. I bet if I looked at your pussy lips right now, they would be all swollen from where he pounded them with his huge black cock."

When Hanna secured the sheets covering her lower extremities to prevent any such inspection, that sent the teen into a cackle followed by another round of slut-shaming, feeling embarrassed, Hanna collapsed into her pillow and covered her head in humiliation.

"It's not like he really fucked me," Hanna said with a pout, "it was just a stupid dream.

"Ha," Halley scoffed at her. "Seventeen times, Hanna. You came seventeen times."

It was Hanna's eyes that bulged this time. "How..."

"You woke me over an hour ago, moaning like a hooker after the fleet has come in. I counted each glorious one and watched your body shudder, shake, and quiver through them all. I felt like a peeping tom watching, but hey, it was kind of hot," Halley giggled evilly, knowing the torture she was dragging Hanna through.

Hanna could only grin back at her and shake her head. "You used to be such a nice little girl," was the best retort she could come back with on short notice.

Halley wiggled her eyebrows and said, "I'd say we were both considered a lot more respectable before Damian rode into town."

Hanna sighed. She had to admit; the young woman had a point. "So, what is it with these dreams? In them, it seems so real, and apparently, my body reacts to them like it's really happening. I woke Curtis up twice in mid-orgasm. The second time was the first time that Damian every fucked me in one. And when I made it into the bathroom to clean up, it was like you said, my labia were red and swollen, and I was actually sore down there. I don't even have to look down there right now to tell you I'm in the same condition. I can feel it."

Haley held up a finger and smiled. "Bear with me on this. I've given this some thought since the night he came to me in a dream before I agreed to serve him."

Hanna perked up at that news, but the teen held a hand up and said, "Wait, just let me explain. As you know, Meghan came back to town with them, and I was anxious to see her. When I found out from her parents that she wasn't living at home, I started asking around to see if anyone knew where she was living."

"You're little lesbian love crush came right back to life, hearing she was back in town, huh?" Hanna teased.

Hardly phased by her dig, Haley smiled and said, "Yes, just like the one I have for you has never died. But back to my original point. Meghan heard that I'd been looking to see her. She snuck in and found me after the Sunday morning service I covered for you while you and Curtis were on your honeymoon. We sat and talked for a few minutes, and I actually thought Meghan flirted with me once or twice. Then she gives me her cell number and tells me to call her later when I get the chance. She said that she might know of a job I'd be perfect for."

"Okay," Hanna said, "I'm with you so far."

"I couldn't call her from home with the parents hovering, so I waited until Sunday night and called her from down here in the Children's ministry. She went into detail about the job, and I couldn't believe it. Everything I needed to free myself from my parents and this oppressive town was within my reach. I just knew I had to have this job. I had to. Meghan told me her boss would do a background check on me, and if I passed, he would contact me about an interview."

"Which, of course, you passed the background check, you being you," Hanna said.

Halley smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I did, but he didn't contact me by phone. He came to me in a dream that Monday night." the teen said, a shiver passing through her body.

Hanna grasped her hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm alright. It's just the memory of the way that dream affected me that night. I don't think a man had ever had that kind of effect on me before. Like I told you, I'd started to firmly believe I might be a lesbian or at least bisexual with a strong leaning towards women," Halley explained.

Hanna squeezed the teen's hand and said, "I think Damian's magnetism might almost transcend sexuality. I mean, we are talking about Lucifer here."

Haley shrugged, "I guess, but it freaked me out all the same. I mean suddenly here I am in a strange room with a man I've never met before. And my body is reacting to him in ways I've never had it respond to a man, at least not that level. Not even close. To top that off, he's black as night, and in my household growing up, that was considered a big no-no."

Hanna laughed, "Yeah, I thought so too, but not so much for one of my parents." Seeing the look of confusion Haley gave her, Hanna waved it off and said, "Nothing, go on with your story."

Haley seemed to ponder on Hanna's reference to her parents for a brief second before moving on.

"Anyway, I'll skip all the gratuitous and embarrassing sex stuff from the dream, which by the way, left my little ripe peach sore and puffy..."

"Peach?" Hanna asked, her brow furrowed.

Haley giggled, "Yeah, it's from a stupid joke Meghan told me about how a ripe peach and pussy are a lot alike. Because you can't eat either without finishing with their juices all over your chin."

"Ahhh..." Hanna said with a shy grin.

"But at the end of the dream, Damian tells me than in two days a woman would contact me in person. If I were still interested in interviewing for the job at that time, she would fill me in on the details. He didn't give me her name. He just said that she would be tall, beautiful, and have long red hair and emerald green eyes..."

A sudden realization hit Hanna. "That's why you reacted so strangely to Scottie that night at the church."

Haley nodded her head and said, "Yeah, at least partially. I had gotten kind of freaked out by the dream and started to convince myself that maybe it was all too good to be true and that there was something weird going on."

"Understatement of the year, I think," Hanna laughed.

Haley smiled and said, "Maybe so, but, whatever way you want to classify it, I was ready to take a hard pass."

"What made you change your mind?" Hanna asked.

Haley bit her lower lip and looked down at the pair's intertwined fingers. Looking back up at Hanna, she said, "Scottie told me about you. She made it clear that this was my chance to be with you. Be with you always. As a nanny and assistant and as your... as your lover."

Hanna felt her face flush. She looked at the teen across from her. The girl had never looked more beautiful to her than at that moment. She'd always considered Haley pretty, but the vulnerability of her admission seemed to amplify it tenfold. Hanna desperately wanted to lean across the expanse between them and kiss her soft lips.

The other side of the coin kept Hanna in her place. She wasn't naive enough to believe Haley had given up her eternal soul just to be with her. She knew that Damian and to a lesser degree Meghan and maybe even Scottie had played a role in the decision. But Hanna knew she had played a part in the decision too, and she wasn't sure how she felt about that.

Realizing she owed the teen a reaction to her admission, Hanna said, "I want that too, Haley. You have no idea how much the thought appeals to me. I wish I could tell you one hundred percent right now that it's going to happen, but I can't. When I'm with Damian or you and Scottie, it seems the easiest decision in the world. But it's in the quiet moments when I'm alone that I still have my doubts. And until I can find peace about it in those moments of solitude. I can't give Damian an honest answer."

Hanna could tell that wasn't the answer the teen was looking to hear. The disappointment on her face was evident and painful for Hanna to see. As much as she wanted to give Haley what she wanted, the decision had to be for her. This was Hanna's eternal soul, and once she'd given it to Damian, she knew she wouldn't be getting it back.

Gathering herself, Haley said, "Yeah...well, I was making a point about the dreams when Damian comes to us. What if it's like in the bible where Jacob is camped alone by the river and encounters the angel he wrestles with until dawn. Most biblical scholars believe the angel that changed Jacob's name to Israel came to him in a dream. Considering Jacob's hip was broken following the ordeal, it obviously had a physical effect upon him. So what if that's one of the gifts angels have? And Damian is a fallen angel..."

******

Later that morning, Hanna stood down onto the back stoop with a cup of coffee and the box of cigarettes Scottie had given her in her hands. She settled down on the bench and sadly made notice of the fact that she still hadn't planted anything into the expensive beds that Damian had put in just for her. Hanna stepped back inside the house and retrieved a notepad and pen and began making notes on what could be planted at that time of year.

As she did, she smoked and studied the list she'd made. Hanna had been forced to limit what she wanted to do by the knowledge her funds were limited. The chances that Curtis would be very forthcoming with any extra funds were likely slim and none under their current circumstances.

Hanna was just lighting a second cigarette when she heard a noise and saw a figure step from behind the Southern Magnolia tree to the far left of the backside fence. She watched as Meghan made her way up the hill towards her, smiling as she came.

"Checking up on me for your boss?" Hanna teased as she exhaled a long stream of smoke off to her side.

Meghan rolled her eyes as she pointed to the bench next to Hanna. The blonde picked up her things and indicated to the pastor's daughter that she should sit.

Reaching to take the cigarette from Hanna's hand, Meghan brought it to her mouth and inhaled deeply. Hanna watched as the teen let the smoke escape from her nose.

"I hear these things are terrible for your health," Meghan joked as she took another long drag before handing the cigarette back to Hanna.

The blonde handed Meghan the box and lighter and, with a smile, said, "To your health."

"Speaking of which," Meghan said as she took the items from Hanna's grasp, "Haley said you only ate a piece of toast for breakfast this morning. Damian said you'd hardly been eating at all in the last week. You don't have the type of frame that will hold up well to being starved."

Hanna exhaled smoke into the sky and shrugged her shoulders. "It's not like I'm purposefully trying to harm myself. My appetite is just gone, for obvious reasons. My entire life and belief system has been thrown upside down. My brand new marriage and what I'd long expected to be my future has proven to be a farce. The devil himself wants to take me as his bride to sit at his side and help him run his empire, whatever all that entails. Oh, and I also get to oversee his ever-growing concubine of women. All of which would probably kill to be in my position.

"I don't know about the killing part, but I'm damn sure envious of you. Then again, I always have been." Meghan said as she brought her cigarette to her lips.

Hanna laughed, "Why would you ever have been envious of me before now? You're beautiful. You were the pastor's daughter in a town where that's almost perceived as being royalty. You've lived a lot more exciting life than I have despite being a full year younger."

Meghan shrugged her shoulders. "All those things you mentioned sound great until you're the one living them, and you know the truth of the matter."

"Which is?" Hanna asked although she was reasonably sure that included the visions Damian had shown Haley.

Meghan shrugged her shoulders. "Where to begin. Let's see when I was thirteen, and I went rummaging through my mother's closet, looking for a skirt I'd bought for school. Her and my father, in their infinite wisdom, had taken it away from me because it was too revealing. I didn't find the skirt, but I did find their bondage gear. I didn't know what it was at the time. But I knew it was something they didn't want people knowing about themselves. It was locked away in a massive chest stuffed in the back of their closet. I had to search their room for the key, but finally found it hanging on a nail attached to the back of my mother's armoire."

Wincing, Hanna asked, "What kind of stuff are we talking about?"

Meghan gave a self-deprecating laugh and said, "Oh, ball gags, face masks, leather cuffs, and bindings. A riding crop or two and a flogger. There was even this little wheel with spikes on it that I later found out is called a Wartenberg wheel. It was initially some archaic medical device that doctors used to determine nerve conduction in affected areas of the body. I tried it on myself, though, and the sensations it produced were anything but pleasant."

"Wow," was all Hanna could think to say.

"Yeah," Meghan replied. "And you haven't lived until you've seen a pair of assless chaps made especially to fit your fat father."

"Oooh," Hanna said with a pained expression as she pictured the obese preacher standing at the pulpit in such an outfit. "I could have gone my entire life without picturing that."

Meghan laughed as she stubbed out her smoke on the bench, instantly reaching for another. "Yeah, tell me about it. But what got me were the butt plugs and cock cages in different varieties."

"Wait... the what?" Hanna asked, startled by Meghan's revelation.

"Ah, yes," Meghan said with a roll of her eyes. Pulling out her phone, the girl did a quick internet search and brought up pictures of the implements in question. Hanna stared in awe at the tapered, bulbous plugs. But it was the penis-shaped cages that perplexed her.

"Why would your Dad want to wear such a thing," Hanna asked in awe of the idea.

"Well, it took several years for me to figure it out. Twice a month, my parents would go away to a pastors fellowship retreat that the church paid for out of congregation donations. I started to get suspicious that the event wasn't what was being advertised when I checked the chest each time they went to the event. It would be half empty, with various pieces missing."

"What did you do?" Hanna asked.

"I was only sixteen at the time and couldn't yet drive. My parents wouldn't let me get my license, I think because it helped them keep control of me. Of course, there were plenty of guys that were willing to drive me where I wanted to go. Teenage boys will do anything for you if they think it might increase their chance to get in your panties." Meghan said with a wink.

"Slut," Hanna said teasingly.

Meghan grinned and cocked her head down to her right shoulder, batting her eyes. "I didn't say I gave it up. I just inferred I might have led them to believe it might help their chances. So prick tease might be a better derogatory remark on your part."

Hanna laughed, "I stand corrected. So I assume you used your goodies to entice some horny young man to get you where you needed to be."

"Maybe," Meghan said with a coy smile. "To tell the truth, it wasn't a teenage boy at all. It was Pastor Jeff, the youth pastor before Curtis, that filled me in on what was happening. It turned out that he and his wife Sasha were into the scene too."

"The scene? Hanna asked, sounding confused. "I remember Haley saying something about Damian showing her in a vision how Jeff was into watching Sasha get done by black men."

"Yeah, that's part of it. Sasha got off on cuckolding her husband, and apparently, Jeff liked it too. He told me she would say to him how small his cock was and tease him about how unsatisfying he was as a lover. Jeff said sometimes she would sneak down to Swamp Town and let two or three black guys with big cocks fuck her senseless. They would film the entire thing on her phone, which she would take home and make Jeff watch while she straddled his head and made him eat their cum out of her pussy."

With her eyebrows raised in disbelief, Hanna asked, "And he got off on that?"

Meghan laughed, "Yeah, he did. He said if he did an outstanding job of cleaning her up, she would let him "reclaim" her pussy by fucking her afterward and coming in her. Of course, the entire time he was doing it, she'd be telling him how much better those big, black cocks she just had were than him."

Hanna just shook her head, "I don't get the appeal myself, but if you say so."

Meghan shrugged, "It's like all kink, I guess. Unless you're into it personally, it can be hard to grasp. Anyway, it was Pastor Jeff that told me my parent's particular kink was that my mom completely controlled their sex lives. She made him wear the cage to prevent him from being able to touch himself. He was only allowed to cum when she permitted him to do so and even then only by his hand. Jeff told me my Dad got off on being spanked and humiliated by my mother. He said when they went to these retreats, she would lead my father around on a leash like he was her personal property. My mother would make him sit by the bed on his knees and watch while she had sex with other men. To add insult to injury, when the men got ready to come, she would have them come all over my kneeling father. He would then thank them for pleasuring his wife."

"How did Jeff know all this?" Hanna asked.

"He and Sasha were a part of the same group. They used to attend the retreats too." Meghan replied.

"Wait," Hanna said, confused, "I thought Haley said Jeff and Sasha were asked to leave because the church leadership found out about her trips to Swamp Town."

"Oh, they did. But the pastor's counsel only asked them to quietly leave town after Sasha got knocked up by one of those big, black dicks during one of her excursions there. They couldn't have the youth pastor's wife having a mixed-race baby. That would have been hard to explain to the congregation, don't you think?"

Hanna sighed, "I guess, but where's the love in these relationships? It just sounds to me like two people using each other."

A bit shyly, Meghan said, "You know, it's not that much different than what Scottie and her husband do. Only he's a total cuckold like my Dad and doesn't even get the pussy anymore."

"You mean her ex, right?" Hanna asked.

"That's what she calls him, but in truth, the two of them are still married. They even sleep together but only on nights when Scottie has had sex with Damian. Scottie gets off on the thought of him humiliating himself by eating Damian's cum from her pussy. She says it shows he still loves her, and the strange thing is, I think she still loves him too."

Hanna thought back to how Scottie had stared fondly towards Bruce as he stated his preferences for being in servitude to Damian. As long as it allowed him to be close to Scottie and he knew she had what made her happy, he claimed to be all for it. And that had seemed to please the redhead.

"Yeah, she told me they were still married," Hanna said as she lit another cigarette. "But I wasn't sure whether she meant it as symbolically or legally. It all seems like such a strange arrangement to me. I can see the wife getting a thrill out of the power it gives her over her husband, but I just can't see what he gets out of it."

Meghan stood to stretch her legs and back. Raising her arms high as she arched her back muscles, Hanna could see strong hints of the figure that had graced one of Atlanta's more upscale strip clubs. The sight sent a tingle of desire straight to her core.