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 Note: The following is fiction.  The characters in this story have been
made up.  The content of the story is not representative of the writer's
beliefs, opinions or attitudes.  This is story is intended for adult
entertainment only.
I would like to thank by friend, Loni, for the idea behind this story -

great inspiration.  Thanks.

   Codes: GLBT themes, Cohesion, Corruption, Lolita, NC, Rape, Bondage,
Sadism, WS, Drug use, MC, Religious Themes, Devil Worship.

   THE CURE - CHAPTER 1 TO 6 - SYNOPSIS

   Most Christians believe that homosexuality is a disease.  Some of them
think of it as a mental disorder, while others see it is actually a
manifestation of sexual demons - like a form of demonic possession. 
Whatever their understanding of homosexuality, they all denounce homosexual
behavior, male, female, bisexual or transgender as something that is
against God's laws, against the natural laws as described in the Holy Bible
- which to them is God's word.

   This is not something new; in fact Christians have been trying to cure
gay boys and girls, and men and women since the time of Sodom and Gomorrah.
The Sodomites are cursed to damnation for their perverted behavior.  They
have used various methods to assert 'heterosexual desires' in the minds of
those who have strayed from the so-called righteous path.  They have used
conversion therapy, also known as reparative therapy; they have employed
chemical castration with hormonal treatment; aversive treatments such as
the application of electric shock to the hands and/or genitals; and
nausea-inducing drugs, administered simultaneously with the presentation of
homoerotic stimuli for masturbatory reconditioning.

   This is the basis of this story.  One of our two victims is Richard
Collins.  He was born a health young boy, maybe a little shorter than
average and possibly not the star athlete of the school either, but never
the less a happy individual who enjoyed creativity and close friends.  The
other victim is Lori Walters.  She was a bright-eyed young girl who also
was a little late in the development cycle, with a petite frame and pretty
and gentle face.  Her complexion was always pale as she was not the
outdoors type.  Enter the two protagonists; Dr.  Alex Falkner, an East
German psychoanalyst and innovator of a revolutionary new treatment called
the A.N.G.E.L therapy; and the Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton of the
Black Cross Ministry - both famed for their convictions to purge the world
of the gay plague.

   THE CURE - CHAPTER 5 (RICHARD'S STORY - 2,464 WORDS)

   The priest swallowed hard and made the sign of the cross.  He almost
shook from watching the whole depraved process.  He knew it was wrong, but
there had been some kind of perverse enjoyment he had felt watching the
analysis.  His cock was still throbbing and was fully erect beneath the
folds of his priestly gown.  He hoped that nobody else had noticed his
arousal.  His loins seemed to have a mind of their own that worked in
contradiction to his priestly duties.  He felt the ignition of a strange
desire - an unexpectedly predatory feeling, a lewd and wantonness.  These
were not wholesome thoughts and that gave him cause for grave concern.  He
was supposed to be there as Little Dicky's as his spiritual advisor - he
had a responsibility to his parents.

   "You do not look so well Brother William?" Remarked Dr.  F.

   "I am feeling rather disorientated.  Maybe my presence here is
disruptive to your important work?" He answered, as to give himself an
excuse to slip away from the carnal temptations that seemed to have
suddenly gripped him.

   "Quite the contrary Brother William.  I feel you are a kindred spirit -
an new ally to our program."

   "I am not sure what you mean?" Replied the priest.  He felt that Dr.  F.
could see through his mask of philanthropy.

   "While one of my assistants makes the preparations for the patient in
Room `N', let me take you through to Room `L' - where you will see some of
our more advanced patients.  That way you will have a better appreciation
of the entire process."

   Brother William felt his face burning with guilt, but pretended that his
flushes were from some unrelated disorder.  When the doctor said nothing
further about it - the priest felt a sense of relief, especially since his
painful erection had begun to subside.

   From the long corridor, Dr.  F.  and Brother William entered Room `L'.
There were six young boys all dressed in short little shirts and wearing
high heel shoes.  Sitting around in the windowless room painted in pale
blue that smelt of baby powder.  Their obvious feminisation started to
bring back the priest's unwanted arousal.  On closer inspection he noticed
how all the children had the same blank expression and vacant look about
them - as if they were there in body, but not in spirit.

   "See how docile they have become.  By the time they reach Room `L', they
are almost ready to rejoin society." Noted the proud doctor.

   "They look drugged - almost zombie-like?"

   "Yes, a side effect of the A.N.G.E.L.  therapy can leave some patients
listless.  But they are more malleable, meek and no longer capable of
committing random acts of homosexuality.  They have been cured Brother
William - isn't that the whole point of the exercise?"

   "Well, um...  is this what will happen to Little Dicky?"

   "It's hard to tell.  The exact response to treatment is very individual.
But let me tell you a secret.  I have engineered their behavioral change,
such that I can elicit a very different response from these young children.
You said that they are like zombies ...  well, with the use of a secret
trigger word - each and every one of these meek and docile feminized young
boys will be beautifully transformed...  into the most delightful of sexual
deviants."

   "Beautifully transformed?  Sexual deviants?" Her terminology disturbed
him greatly...  but echoed an unraveling of his own corruption.

   "Go on.  No need to be coy in front of Dr.  F.  - I saw you in the `A'
Room...  staring at him through the two-way mirror.  You were gloating at
him all naked and excited - you wanted him so much!  I know what you are
Brother William, even if you didn't know yourself."

   "You're...  you're mistaken...  none of that is true!" Stuttered the
hapless priest.

   "Dr.  F." She laughed.  "The little ones sometimes call me Dr.  Fuck. 
Especially when I beat them with my riding crop!  You must realize by now
that there is no cure here.  I maybe a doctor...  but I am no real
Christian...  and, I am certainly no real woman..." Dr.  Fuck unbuttoned
her laboratory revealing her pale nakedness beneath.  The priest's eyes
trailed down her long white neck, over her flat bony chest, exposed ribs
and hollow stomach and down her pubic bone to the hairless male-like
genitals below.

   "Oh my God.  The devil is...  transgendered..." He muttered.

   "Before the iron curtain finally fell, like many others at that time,
during the sexual revolution against the bourgeois society that controlled
sexuality - radicals, like me, were free to explore our sexual preferences
for young feminized boys - it was thought to be `progress' to encourage
sexual encounters with young children and adults.  Brother William, we
could exploit them, use them, to sate ourselves in all the perverted
pleasures that we desired.  With political change, came other changes, but
I saw am opportunity to relive these glory days of endless pre-teen orgies
and my beloved sexual tortures.  Yes, they could all be revived.  The
church and state wanted a cure for the homosexual plague...  so I gave them
one; and the combination of my cocktail of drugs and psychotic treatments
produced a whole army of young boys and girls eager to please my kind ... I
mean, our kind Brother William."

   "You are crazy!" Blurted the priest.

   "Indulge me this whim."

   Dr.  Fuck removed her gown completely.  She stood naked in her
thigh-high stiletto boots.  She donned a peeked black cap that appeared
similar in design to that of German SS offices of the Second World War. 
With a short riding crop in her hand she whispered in the ear of two of the
docile young boys, both between ten and eleven years old.  Their faces lit
up immediately.  The carnal change was like a light being switched on
inside their lusty little minds.  They both immediately knelt before Dr. 
Fuck, each taking turns in sucking her flaccid white organ.  Dr.  Fuck
looked over at the priest and grinned broadly.  It was a victorious grin.
The priest was already highly aroused watching their boy-cocks stiffen and
poke upwards from beneath their short girlie-shirts.  Both boys eagerly
begun to masturbate themselves, their little pink tongues flicked out of
their open mouths at the exposed red knob of Dr.  Fuck's thickening cock
that was already pointed upwards toward the ceiling.

   Dr.  Fuck laughed insanely.  "Don't be shy Priest...  You want what I am
getting?  You want a nice white little cherub to suckle that nasty fuck
meat of yours?" Cried Dr.  Fuck.  Her long bony fingers pressed one of the
boy's head closer, so that she was now violently fucking his open mouth -
her long thin she-cock throbbed with distinctive bluish veins that now
pulsing with the blood of her perverted arousal.  The priest watched and
drooled.

   xxxxx

   Little Dicky recognized the totally black decor from Room `N' - it was
the same room in the sexy videos that he had been shown during his first
session.  He was not alone.  There were already two boys about his age
waiting.  Like him they were unclothed.  They both had their knees drawn up
close to their chests as they sat still on the black padded floor.

   "Sit here." Ordered the Assistant, who turned on her heals and reversed
direction.

   The two boys looked nervously at him.  Little Dicky felt very nervous
too, but ventured the first words.

   "What are they going to do to us?" He asked.

   "Not sure." Mumbled the first boy.

   "It's what they expect us to do to each other I think." Said the second.


   "What do you mean?" Asked Little Dicky.

   "They...  they will tell us to do, you know, sex stuff with each other."
Stated the second boy.

   "Sex stuff?" Asked Little Dicky, his flaccid little cock twitched at the
prospects (his mind was still deeply aroused by the video show).

   Just then assistant returned with some strange looking props.

   "We're going to play a game." She said.  "You like playing games right?"

   "Yes." Ventured Little Dicky while the other two remained silent.

   "One of you gets to play as Devil-boy and the others get to be his
worshipers."

   "I don't like this stupid game!" Announced the second boy.  His face was
red and flushed with panic.

   "Well then, you don't get a turn at being Devil-boy." The assistant
looked annoyed.  She stepped forward and slapped the boy's face so hard it
sent him backwards.  Turning to Little Dicky and the first boy, she said.
"Now, which one of you too would like being Devil-boy?" Little Dicky's hand
shot up straight away.  He thought about what Brother William had said
about the `devil being in his loins' and how he first discovered how he
loved to do the `devil-dance' whilst he masturbated naked in front of the
dressing mirror.  He wanted to be Devil-boy more than anything else.  His
cock was already stiff as a board and dribbling with clear fluids.  The
assistant smiled at his enthusiasm for her perverted sex game.

   "Ok, you will be Devil-boy.  Now put on this costume."

   She gave Little Dicky a black latex mask with zippers for eyes and
mouth, small nose holes, and two quaint little horns that stood upright on
either side of the head.  He put the mask on.  The latex smelt funky but he
liked it.  Next she gave him an anal dildo that started off very thin but
tapered down in circumference, so that the base was shaped like a butt plug
with a small forked tail hanging below - he pushed it up his rectum until
the butt plug was secure and swayed back and forth - admiring his new tail.
The anal dildo immediately heighten his arousal as it pressed upwards
rubbing against his prostate.  She then gave Devil-boy a pair of black
stiletto shoes to wear that made him stand at least four inches taller.  He
liked wearing girly high heels - it made him feel very sexy.

   "That's it.  You make a pretty Devil-boy!" Affirmed the assistant, as
she removed her laboratory coat.  Devil-boy liked her better when she was
naked, as he could see that she was no longer a real girl, as her girl-cock
stood out as hard as his did.  Another assistant who carried a professional
looking video camera joined the first - she smiled at Devil-boy's obvious
arousal at the sight of their feminine cocks.  The first assistance pressed
the play button on a small music box and the sounds of native drumming
filled the air - it reminded `Devil-boy' of those National Geographic
videos that he liked with the near naked niggers of the Dark Continent,
dancing around their stone idols.

   "I don't want to play this game anymore." Said the second boy (obviously
this was not his first time) and he started to cry.  The first boy smiled
at Devil-boy...  his little pecker was also very hard.

   "I like to worship Devil-boy." He said.  The first boy then knelt in
front of Devil-boy and began kissing his erection as Devil-boy thrust back
and forth to the beat of the native drums.  Devil-boy loved doing his
little `devil dance' whilst being worshiped by other young boys.

   "See." Said the first assistant who knelt down too next to the first
boy, taking her turn to kiss the Devil-boy's hard little cocklet as the
other assistant caught the cock dance all on high definition video. 
Turning to the second boy, she added.  "If you don't want to worship
Devil-boy willingly, that means that we must force you!"

   "I don't want to.  Just leave me alone!  Go away!"

   "What shall we do Devil-boy?" Asked the first assistant playfully, as
she kissed and licked around his tight little scrotum.

   Devil-boy thought for a moment.  "We should make him change his mind."

   "And how do you think we should do that Devil-boy?"

   "The Devil-boy thinks we should fuck his face and piss in his mouth.  If
that doesn't work, we should hold him down and fuck him hard in his
bottom-hole!"

   The assistant laughed.  "Excellent.  You make a wonderful Devil-boy. 
Let's do just that!"

   xxxxx

   Dr.  Fuck and the priest returned to Room `N' to see that her assistants
had advanced the next stage.  Brother William discarded his priestly robes,
giving up any pretense of his so-called godliness.  His cock was already
drooling at the sight of the naked assistants and the three boys - so much
delicious cock to suck.  A lifetime of pent-up sexually had been released.
He was pleased to see that the slender long haired assistance was half
girl, half boy.  His thought about the DEVIL IS TRANSGENDERED was foremost
in his mind, as Dr.  Fuck had revealed her mixed gender identity.  He knew
he was in the company of sexual demons - now as the game was playing out,
the young boy, who he recognized as Little Dicky, was dressed in a strange
mask.

   "Devil-boy." Said Dr.  Fuck.  "It's a game we love them to play.  It
breaks down the sexual inhibitions and introduces them to some of darker
aspects of an eternity of debauchery."

   The priest smiled.  He did not miss the secret meaning of eternity - his
cock was desperate for release.  "I understand." Replied the priest as he
now shamelessly stroked himself.  "And when this game is over...  what
happens next?"

   "Next, I think you want a couple of Devil-boys all to yourself...  as
you have some sex demons of your own to appease?"

   "That would be an understatement!" The priest simply grunted - his
attention was centered on the sexy five-some.

   xxxxx

   The boy that had refused to cooperate had already been overwhelmed. 
Collectively, the three of them had pinned him down on the padded floor. 
The assistant held his legs wide, whilst the first boy held his arms aloft
behind his head.  Devil-boy swayed back and forth to the insistent beat of
the native drums as he danced above the boy's heaving chest.  The boy
grimaced and struggled to break free from his oppressors but he simply did
not have the strength.  Devil-boy was laughing and slapped the boy hard in
the face several times until he stopped struggling beneath him.  The first
assistant goaded Devil-boy to force the boy to suck his hard little cock.

   "Please me...  and we will let you go." Promised Devil-boy.  He had no
intention of keeping that promise.  This was just the beginning of the
adventure.  Devil-boy's bladder was full and was in urgent need of being
relieved.  He wanted desperately to piss - and he was going to do it down
the boy's throat; maybe drench the boy in hot salty pee; then fuck his face
and bum-hole until his `white-stuff' came out.  The beat thumped loudly. 
YES!  YES!  YES!

   THE CURE - CHAPTER 6 (LORI'S STORY - 2,627 WORDS)

   Sister Maria looked down for a moment and prayed in silence.  She called
upon the strength of her beliefs.  She thought of Laura and Martin in pain
for the wrong doings of their daughter.  She thought of the trust that they
had instilled in her.  She felt compelled to help this poor girl.  To
witness first hand the exorcism for herself - to be sure that Lori was
cured.  She had to see this through, whatever that meant.

   "Reverend Mother, I am committed to this course of action.  I want to
help this young girl...  and others like her.  These demons most be purged
from her soul.  Please allow me to participate in the exorcism.  I am
willing to become a Sister of your order and will submit to whatever you
believe is necessary..."

   The crippled Reverend Mother did not address Sister Maria right away,
instead she instructed Sister Agatha on what to do next.  "Call Sisters
Cassandra, Rita, Joanna and Sophia.  Make preparation `The Room of Sin'."

   "Yes Reverend Mother." Answered Sister Agatha leaving immediately to
gather her sisterhood in accordance with the Reverend Mother's wishes.

   Turning back to Sister Maria, the Reverend Mother pushed her wheelchair
around, so that she faced the younger nun.  She took Sister Maria's hand in
her ice-cold fingers.

   "Though it pleases me to see such commitment...  before you take this
path, I must explain what we do here - it may change your mind before it's
too late.  We the Sisters of the Black Cross Ministry, and we cure those
who have strayed from God's righteous path - those who have become infected
with sex demons and want only to do the Devil's wickedness.  WE DO THIS BY
CONSUMPTION.  The only way to atone these sins is for us to trick these
demons to leave their young hosts and it is through the process of exorcism
that we absorb them into ourselves.  This is not an easy task and there is
a grave price that we MUST pay.  Are you ready for that?"

   "Yes Reverend Mother I want to help Lori.  I want to help those
unfortunates that have fallen!"

   "It will be shocking.  It will test your belief to the extreme!"

   "I am ready."

   "Then we shall proceed.  Bring this girl and I will lead the way."

   With those last words the Reverend Mother's strong arms pulled her
wheelchair around to face the doorway.  In her lap was Lori's perverted
diary.  Sister Maria helped the sobbing girl to her feet and followed the
Reverend Mother to the `The Room of Sin'.

   xxxxx

   `The Room of Sin' was a darked elongated space with high lofty ceilings.
The plain walls were plastered from floor to ceiling in an obscene
wallpapering of pornographic images - they seemed to have been attached to
every vertical surface.  Above the bed suspended against the furthest wall
was an inverted black cross - Jesus hung naked, erect and upside down - his
penis seemed to be so long that it reached his open mouth.

   In the middle of the room there was a low narrow bed covered in a simple
black sheet.  The four edges of the low bed had long curved wooden
phalluses that protruded from the wooden base and pointed upwards on all
four sides.  The room itself was light with fat black candles that lined
the pornography gallery walls.  Sisters Agatha, Cassandra, Rita, Joanna and
Sophia were already awaiting the arrival of their Reverend Mother.  They
all knelt around the bed frame praying in absolute silence.

   As the Reverend Mother entered `The Room of Sin' Sister Agatha stood up
and indicated that Sister Maria should take her place joining their bedside
vigil.  Sister Agatha and Sister Cassandra stripped Lori of her gown and
brought her to the low bed.  They forced her to lay naked across it and
secured her, by the wrists and ankles, binding her with crude ropes to the
four phallic bedposts.

   The Reverend Mother pushed her wheelchair forward until it rested near
the foot of the bed.  As the sisters prayed out loud in strange Latin
verses, Sister Maria remained still, unclear about what would happen next.
She glanced around at the filth that covered every wall - she could see way
they called it `The Room of Sin'.  It felt bizarre amongst these strange
sisters of Black Cross Ministry - which she had now committed herself to.
There was something almost sinister but equally compelling that kept her
remaining steadfast to this course.  See looked across at Lori's naked
spreadeagled body - this was for her own good, she thought; this was to
save her soul from certain damnation.  She must be set free from these
toxic demons.

   "It is time." Said the Reverend Mother.

   The four nuns removed their black habits, leaving only their wimples on.
Sister Maria could see for the first time that the naked sisters had all
been obscenely tattooed, each with the blasphemous face of the Devil
emblazoned upon their groins - Satan's malevolent face etched in all its
wickedness, his horns reaching up over the pubic bone stretching as far as
their midriffs and his obscene open mouth formed from the hairless lips of
their disdained vaginas.

   "See the mark of the Sisterhood, Sister Maria.  We must consume their
inner demons - drawing them out into the open.  We must trick these sexual
demons to leave their host...  IT IS US THAT MUST EAT THE SINS OF WICKED."
Cried the Reverend Mother.

   "AMEN." Chanted the Sisters.

   "I'm her SLUT.  I drink her PISS!" Read the Reverend Mother from Lori's
diary.

   Sister Agatha groaned with glee.  She climbed upon the low bed and stood
directly over Lori's upturned face as she rubbed her self vulgarly.  Her
tattooed vagina was slick with excitement and open, exposing the inner pink
flesh of her urethra; above which her thumb-sized clitoris now protruded
from between her labia - it looked as if the Devil was poking his tongue
out of his ugly mouth.  The other Sisters began to press their Satan-faced
cunts against the long wooden dildos that extended from all sides of the
bed - their obscene prayers had become grunting and groaning as they each
impaled themselves on the thick wooden phalluses.

   Sister Agatha balanced on her hinds, hovering no more that six inches
above Lori's distressed face.  Sister Agatha groaned as she began to
urinate over Lori's face and upper body.  Her dark yellow fluids splashed
over Lori, soaking her face, hair and the thin bedding beneath.  `The Room
of Sin' stunk like a public urinal.  Lori twisted against her bidding, but
found that escape was impossible as the hot salty rain soaked her from
above.  Sister Agatha laughed and squatted lower, forcing her piss-wet cunt
over Lori's mouth.

   "Lick my wet slutty CUNT!" Read the Reverend Mother from the diary.

   Sister Cassandra bent forward gripping Lori's spread legs pressing the
wooden dildo as deep into her cunt as it could and lent over so that her
face was directly between Lori's legs - she began to lick feverishly at
Lori's tight little child-cunt.  Meanwhile, Sister Rita and Sister Joanna
each sucked upon the young girl's budding breasts humping their hot wet
cunts their own dildos.  Sister Sophia knelt upon the dildo at the rear
masturbating frantically as she prayed to summon the sex demons and draw
them from the girl.

   "HAIL LUCIFER!  LET ME STICK THE CRUCIFIX IN MY HOT WET HOLE.  RUB JESUS
HARD AGAINST MY CLIT." Continued the Reverend Mother, raising her voice
louder and louder, repeating Lori's blasphemous words.

   Sister Cassandra wiped the cunt juice from her lips and pressed the long
arm of her black crucifix into the child's little cunt hole.  Pushing the
arm deep enough so that the twisted body of Jesus Christ was pumping up
against the child's tiny clitoris.  Lori screamed into Sister Agatha's
dripping cunt that now covered her face.  Lori felt impaled upon the girth
of the black cross as Sister Cassandra fucked it in her baby cunt, twisting
it in a slow and deliberate movement.

   Sister Maria stood back and watched everything unfold dispassionately.
Her ability to decipher between right and wrong, good and evil seemed
blurred.  It was beyond bizarre.  She felt confused; on one hand she wanted
desperately to save the girl; on the other she gravely feared what this all
meant.  She was truly conflicted.  There had been nothing to prepare her
for this moment and she trembled in anticipation of what would happen next.
She knew that she should be disgusted - but there was something in the back
of her mind that told her that this is what needed to be done...  what had
to be done...  what MUST be done.

   "Undress Sister Maria.  You must join your devoted sisters in tempting
the sex demons.  DO YOU PART SISTER...  TEMPT THEM AND SAVE THE GIRL..."
Commanded the Reverend Mother with a gravelly voice.

   Sister Maria shyly slipped her habit over her head.  She could not
believe that she was going along with this facade.  It was unholy yet
righteous.  Depraved yet divine.  Unlike the other sisters, she also had
undergarment to remove.  Finally standing before the Reverend Mother.  She
was now completely naked - though she had been naked many times before
other sisters of the cloth (mostly for bathing), this felt very different.
She hoped that she could be alluring enough `eat the demons', as the
Reverend Mother had described it.

   Sister Agatha was now riding back and forth, wriggling with obvious
pleasure and obsessed in this deviant activity.  The unfortunate young
girl's cries seemed to be a mixture of pleasure and agony.  The Reverend
Mother pointed a twisted finger towards Sister Agatha's direction, whilst
looking directly at the naked Sister Maria.

   "TAKE HER PLACE.  RIDE HER DEMONS.  DRAW THEM FORTH SISTER!  YOU MUST
SAVE HER!  SAVE HER NOW!"

   Sister Maria looked at Sister Agatha, who had stood up again and held
out her hand to help Sister Maria up upon the piss-soaked mattress.  Sister
Maria did as the Reverend Mother had commanded.  She steadied herself with
Sister Agatha's help above the sobbing girl who begged them to stop.  Her
fingers parted her hairy untrimmed cunt and pressed down upon her bladder
sending a cascade of her warm urine over the girl below.

   "YES!" Cried the jubilant Reverend Mother.

   Sister Maria had never felt stranger...  but there was an unexpected
spark - definitely a strong feeling of sex arousal.  She must be summoning
the deviant demons from within the child, she thought.  This was the
purpose of these depraved acts.  It was her calling to free this young
child.  She was doing God's work - saving the girl from an eternity of
damnation.

   "ARGHHHHHH..." Sister Maria pressed three fingers into her hot wet cunt
and groaned in her public pleasuring.  Having completely emptied the
content of her bladder, she then squatted down as Sister Agatha had done,
pressing her hairy minge over Lori's face, squirming with lewdness at the
sensation of doing such a wicked act.

   "FUCK!  SHIT!  CUNT!  HAIL SATAN.  HAIL THE DEVIL!  PRAISE THE DEVIL! 
GIVE ME CUM!" Read the growling Reverend Mother.

   The deformed Reverend Mother dropped Lori's diary as Sister Sophia
scrabbled forward to help her stand up from her wheelchair.  Awkwardly she
removed her long black habit.

   Sister Maria looked across at the naked Reverend Mother and gasped. 
From the waist up, she looked much younger than her years - pert like any
of the other young nuns, with breasts that defied gravity, firm with long
pointed nipples crowning her coin-sized areolas.  But looking downwards
Sister Maria could see that her deformed legs were not only covered
entirely with long fur-like hair but also ended with hoofed feet.  As she
stood up, Sister Maria could see between her parted thighs hung an ugly
appendage; a long semi-erect penis nestled at ninety degrees upon a pair of
low hanging testicles - its grotesque foreskin began to retract to down its
leathery feral sheath to reveal a wet bulbous head.

   "SEE SISTER MARIA!" Growled the mutated Reverend Mother.  "This is the
PRICE WE PAY FOR THE DELIVERANCE OF OTHERS!  - A terrible price must be
extracted from our blessed sisterhood.  It is us that must consume the
depravity of these sinners; devour the demons of the flesh; drawing them
into us, absorbing their shamefulness, to be trapped within us, to save
their guilty souls!"

   Sister Cassandra had removed the soiled crucifix from the girl's
lubricated cunt and moved aside, to allow the Reverend Mother to take her
place between the child's spread legs.  The Reverend Mother lifted the
girl's lower torso with unnatural strength, so that the child's vagina was
aligned with her bestial sexual organs.  No longer a crippled old woman,
she seemed to move with a feral gracefulness, like a wild and dangerous
predator pouncing upon her stalked prey.

   "Oh FUCK!  Oh FUCK!  Oh FUCK!" Groaned the tranced young girl.

   Sister Maria pressed down harder to smother her noise as she rubbed the
nub of her engorged clitoris.  She felt an electric shock followed by the
warmth of extreme pleasure flood throughout her body.  Was it her
imagination, or did she feel something move between them, like an arc of
electricity leaping between the young child and herself?  The pleasure
continued to intensify - she could see how additive this could become.  It
filled her with a renewed carnal desire that was building faster and
faster. Something seemed to be willing her from within towards a new apex
of debauchery.

   "AARGHHHHHHHHHH..." Screamed the nun.

   At the same time, she felt the child beneath her muffled scream into her
highly aroused cunt as she watched the Reverend Mother plough her demonic
cock deep into Lori's torn vagina, pressing it inwards and upwards, driving
up into her immature cervix.  Sister Maria was on the verge of a colossal
orgasm, but knew exactly what she needed to take her over the edge.  She
crawled forward over the body of the struggling child and turned around so
that her backside faced the goat-legged Reverend Mother.

   "FUCK ME...  FUCK MY DIRTY ASS WITH THE DEVIL'S COCK"

   The Reverend Mother groaned loudly, pulling her she-cock from the young
girl's cunt.  Long strings of bodily fluid poured forward as she withdrew
her obscene sigmoid-like sex organ.  She lent forward against Sister Maria,
pressing it against the younger nun's anal opening.  Sister Maria, felt
possessed with the desire to have the Reverend Mother's deformed
animal-like appendage stuffed inside of her; to have it ejaculate inside
her filthy bowels - to fuck her in the most degrading way.

   Lori and Sister Maria now lay face-to-face as the freakish Reverend
Mother began to sodomize her.  Sister Maria licked at Lori's soiled face,
neck and down over her tiny breast buds.  Her tender young skin was covered
in the combined filth of both Sister Agatha's piss, shit and cunt juices as
well as her own.  Greedily Sister Maria sucked upon the child's nipples. 
She felt the tip of the Reverend Mother's demon-like cock enter her anus -
she pushed backwards against it, forcing its bulbous head inside her itchy
rectum.  As it stretched her poop tube the pain was intense - but the pain
soon gave way to a new intensity, drawing her back towards the evil
orgasmic pleasures that the sex demons trapped inside of her demanded.

   "Arrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Sister Maria screamed.

   All hell seemed to have broken loose as she felt a torrent of juices
exploded deep inside her rear, filling her bowels and intestinal tract. 
Her orgasm was long and hard.  She bucked uncontrollably at the crescendo
of her orgasmic wave - she could feel the sex demons within her as they all
collectively reach their demonic climax and then she passed out.

   THE CURE - EPILOGUE (RICHARD'S STORY - 236 WORDS)

   Dr.  Fuck idly stroked her long white cock with one hand and roughly
rubbed the tip of her finger against her itchy asshole with the other.  As
she dreamed her evil plans the pleasure intensified, her strokes became
firmer and faster as she finger-fucked her prostrate.  She groaned out
loud. Yes, she thought, the corrupted priest was so pleasurable and he
would make a loyal addition to her so-called `research and development'
team.  He was now primed to surely bring her many more `troubled boys' for
their cure.

   The current batch of young boys and girls that had been through the
A.N.G.E.L therapy, were due for reassignment - and she had a number of
interested parties, expressing their perverted willingness to continue
their re-education.  She would need to create the cover stories for their
apparent failures and subsequent need for further treatment.  Some of
course would never be returned to their past lives.  Her assistant had
expressed a great deal of promise in that Little Dicky - the small boy that
Brother William had brought to her.  She said that he had been an
exceptional student and though his treatment had only just begun, she
reported that he would be soon ready for Room `G' where his priest would
most certainly want to get involved directly in his therapeutic journey. 
It was all going well at the `Eternity Institute'.

   THE CURE - EPILOGUE (LORI'S STORY - 249 WORDS)

   It had been two months since Sister Maria's induction into the darker
side of the mysterious Black Cross Ministry.  The shock of everything that
had transpired was still fresh in her mind.  She had learned that the sex
demons could take many sessions to remove - in fact Lori had taken almost a
month of multiple sessions in `The Room of Sin' to cure.  After that young
Lori had spent that time in the infirmary and now Sister Maria had returned
her to her parents - a happy family once again?

   Sister Maria had ceremonially received her vagina tattoo and had
partaken in many more exorcisms of budding young girls - each infected with
sexualised demons; each exorcism had brought her deeper into the fold of
the Sisterhood; and each had infected her with an increasingly strong
demonic libido.  She masturbated almost constantly, as did the other
sisters, in an effort to hold her personal demons at bay.  Sex with the
Reverend Mother and the other Sisters of the Black Cross Ministry had given
new meaning to her life, new purpose for her faith.  She consulted with the
Reverend Mother and they both agreed that the next step was to deal with
this Raven girl.  Sister Maria looked forward to bringing her to `The Room
of Sin'.

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