Hello again, another note before the story starts. Thank you to Darth_Aussie and the crew again for the inspiration to continue working on this tale of mine.
Another special thanks to JasonT and paladianheart for all the hard work they have put in helping me getting this ready for all you readers.
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And to the readers of this part of the tale
This story does contain futanari and will continue to do so. If that's not your thing I apologise but it will be a recurring part of this tale.
This part of the story is the longest yet, surpassing what I managed in Part 2. There is a lot of story here before you get to the fun parts, and I hope you enjoy what I have done to try to expand upon the world this story takes place in and my characters within it. I've once again tried new things that I've never written before and experimented with the story, so I hope it's good enough for you all.
This part of the story has some death and violence and generally not very nice things happening as part of the plot so if you don't want to read that kind of thing, I would suggest skipping this part of the tale.
This part of the story also includes Lesbian Sex, Bondage and Mind Control.
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Part 3
Dark grey clouds hung low and heavy in the early morning sky, their brooding presence hiding away the brilliant glow of the dawning sun and their imminent threat of rain casting a sense of apprehension across the mighty stone walls and gardens of The Abbey of Saint Avacine.
Sara McCallister, newly revealed last of her name, thought the weather fit her mood perfectly.
She was standing amongst the verdant gardens, rigid and uncomfortable on the edge of one of the many small ponds that dotted the abbey's estate. She was studying her reflection in the dark still water.
Pale, snow white skin, long midnight coloured hair that stood in perfect contrast to her skin, a slightly curved waist, firm tits just the right size to get a handful of, killer legs and though she couldn't see it in the reflection, a truly miraculous ass.
Sara knew she was beautiful, knew that she was sexy even, she had used that fact mercilessly to get what she had wanted plenty of times in the past. Now though. Now it was different. When she studied that body, met those cool emerald eyes that stared right back at her, she didn't see beauty or power. All she could see was a monster waiting to get out.
Three days ago, on her 21
st
birthday, the dark curse that slumbered in her blood and had doomed her ancestors had awoken and the monster had been unleashed.
She and her best friend Audrey had fallen to it and spent the entire morning drowning in pleasure, lust, and each other. Sara couldn't help but still blush when she thought about it now.
They'd been ambushed by a succubus calling herself Rose, then saved by her very own guardian angel Gabrielle. Gabrielle had helped them, guided them, and shown them to this sanctuary she now stood in.
Sara smiled wistfully. That had been the end of her normal life. Arriving in the abbey, they had been presented to the abbess and given a crash course in McCallister history, curses, and the real hidden histories of the great families of Steelhaven. All of them held secrets in their blood. All of them wielded magic.
It had been too much.
Too much horror, too much disgust. The curse was a terrible, vile thing. Sara could feel it now, a parasite in her veins, living within and trying its best to corrupt her. The need was her constant companion now. The need to fuck, to subdue, dominate and consume. It was like fire beneath her skin, an ocean of lust attempting to drown her, a constant whisper in her brain and an unending heat between her legs.
Sara already knew why her ancestors were gone. It had barely been 2 days and she knew that without Gabrielle she would have gone mad. The curse ate at you, demanded you feed it, that you give in to the need. Only Gabrielle's divine presence gave her any solace. Her heavenly touch soothing her ragged thoughts and easing the raging sensations of her body. Her holy powers banishing the curse to the dark depths of her mind. Subdued but not beaten.
That was part of why she was outside now, secluded in the beautiful sprawling gardens of the abbey even though it was barely past dawn. Being alone helped somewhat. There was no temptation, no one she could hurt if she were by herself. Not that anyone would come near her anyway. Not while Gabrielle was outside the abbey trying to get them proper help.
Sara couldn't blame them. Not really. Not after what had happened that first night in the abbey. Not after what she had done. What she had enjoyed.
She had dreamed and her powers and her curse had run wild. She had taken Audrey. Possessed her mind and her body. Broken her friend with pleasure and made her a slave. Sara had loved every minute of it, the thought of it now still caused her to squirm, arousal flooding her as she pictured Audrey's perfect flushed face contorted in pleasure as her cock plundered the bound blonde's body.
Shame mixed with her lust, a confusing cocktail of emotions to wreak havoc on her already taxed mind. She had pulled the lovely Sister Talia in as well. Ripping away the veil and replacing it with the dark desires she had hidden away so fervently.
Talia, her habit gone, a tight latex suit befitting a bondage queen covering her fit form. Her soft crooning as she used Gabrielle to torment Audrey. The image was burned into Sara's mind, a sordid sight she would never forget.
Sara wrapped her arms around herself, a futile gesture, as if the physical tightening could somehow repress the turmoil within. She sighed heavily. She wished Gabrielle would hurry up and return. She needed relief from this torture.
Gabrielle had become her only real companion since the incident, a near constant safety net for her and the others. The angel only away from her side during these short jaunts to speak to other church contacts, she even stayed in the room as Sara slept, a barrier between her dreams and everyone else.
It had been the angel who had woken her the earlier morning, her holy touch dispelling the dream and breaking its hold on them all. Sara had been horrified, the guilt instant. She had cried her heart out as the angel held her softly in judgement free arms.
When the tears had dried up, she had wanted Audrey. To see her friend, so say sorry, to apologise and beg forgiveness, to say that she hadn't meant any of it even though she knew deep down that it would be a lie. Audrey was her friend; Sara owed her her remorse.
Gabrielle had warned her against it, that seeing Audrey wouldn't help, that her friend would want and need, time and space. Sara hadn't listened of course. She should have listened to wiser heads then her own.
Audrey had been in the hall outside her own little cubby sized room, leaning against the cool stone walls for support, she had seemed in a daze, her eyes wild and unfocused.
Sara had run to her, anxious for her friend, wanting to make sure Audrey was ok. The moment Audrey noticed who was running towards her, the confusion in her eyes had disappeared. Those wonderous blue eyes had turned to steel. Sara didn't even get to say anything. As soon as she stopped next to her friend, Audrey had struck.
Sara hadn't seen the blow, only felt the pain and shock as her head cracked back, Audrey's palm connecting with her cheek with a staggering force.
Her eyes had been filling with tears, a fresh flow re-treading recently dried paths when they met Audrey's again. Those beautiful blue orbs were brimming with unshed tears of her own, a deep pain and betrayal shimmering within.
Sara hadn't known what to do, what to say. So, she stood there, stunned, and dazed as Audrey turned her back and fled from her.
She hadn't seen Audrey since then. The blonde closeting herself away from Sara and the world in one of the things she loved most - Books.
Gabrielle had told her Audrey had fled to the abbey's library and hadn't left. Food went in, empty dishes came out. She had even slept in there. Not trusting enough to be any closer to her then necessary.
Talia had been squirrelled away as well. Sara hadn't seen her in person since the incident at all. All Constance would say on the matter was that she was getting the help she needed.
Sara sighed again and hugged herself tighter. She really wished Gabrielle would return soon with or without help. She just wanted some company, and to be free of this damnable lust and curse, even if it was only for a moment.
She gazed around the gardens, the tranquil beauty of the perfect lawns and blooming gardens doing nothing to soothe her mood. The still quiet pond reflecting nothing now but the clouds overhead as she moved away to tour the grounds in another fruitless attempt at distracting her mind.
Sara was crossing the main lawn, just passing by the high arched doors of the abbey's great hall when she thought her wish had been granted. A brief flash of golden light, the signal Sara had come to associate with the imminent arrival of Gabrielle, sparkled in the corner of her eye.
Confusion reigned for a brief second as her angelic companion failed to materialize, instead the golden steak continued its blur before it connected with the solid stone of the abbey above her head.
The crash was thunderous, the impact cracking the walls and shaking the building, the enormous bells of the abbey tower rocked enough to begin their heavy tolls. Small chips of stone cascaded down to pepper the ground as Sara looked up aghast, her arms raised in an attempt at protection, cowering from the noise and the threat of falling stone.
"Oh fuck," she gasped softly as the dust cloud cleared and she could see what had happened.
She was right, the golden flash had been Gabrielle. The angel was not looking good. Her clothes were torn and ripped, the feathers of her wings crumpled and the perfect skin around her right eye was now purple and brown, the bruising looking even more startling upon the angels usually pristine visage.
The angel was spread eagled against the stone, the impact creating a crater around her body, and she was shaking her head as if trying to clear it.