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PROCRASTINATOR
First bit of a little story I started awhile ago. This isn't the very beginning, but I wanna get some opinions.
A girl agrees, with her parents approval, to be taken down to the basement of a cathedral, by a priest and nun she's known all her life, to be cure of her lesbianism before you she goes off to an all girl college named after a female martyr who, (Yeah, you guessed it) was crucified for being Christian, and may make her way deeper into the story.
Sorry for cluttering the forums with all my unfinished stuff.
Straight to Hell
Bethany was dropped off at the church of Saint Christine’s, where she was greeted by Father Collins and Sister Clare.
They walked down a flight of steps, Father Collins leading the way, than Bethany, with Sister Clare bringing up the rear. Bethany’s bag kept bumping into the wall and nearly sent her into the priest, but Sister Clare steadied her.
They eventually arrived at a small hallway, with a wooden table and no chairs. Before them was an iron gate with steps leading into the catacombs.
“Beth, before we go further you must know that the treatment will require all the strength you can muster. We will do our best to save you but you must know that the demons in you will fight back. Do you wish to be cured of these demonic influences?”
“I do.”
Father Collins nodded in approval. “Your things. You will not need them.”
Bethany chuckled softly. “I didn’t even really want to bring these, mother thought…”
“Please child, put your possessions on the table, you can collect them when you leave.” She slung her bag onto the table, and put her coat down next to it. She unzipped one of the pockets and took out her toothbrush.
“Beth, child,” said Sister Clare, placing her hand on Beth’s. “You are going to be cleaned. When you bath, do you take your toothbrush in with you.”
Beth stopped. “I suppose not.” She said quietly, putting her toothbrush back.
“And do you wear your jacket and skirt, and socks and shoes? Doesn’t that prevent those parts of your body they cover from getting clean?” Asked Sister Clare inquisitively.
“No, but, is it really that kind of cleaning? I won’t be getting wet will I? Aren’t you just talking about a symbolic cleaning?”
“No child, the cleaning you go through will be very real. For it to work, we need you and nothing else.”
Bethany started backing away slowly. “I’m not really comfortable being without my clothes.
“That is Satan speaking with your mouth, trying to inject these thoughts into your brain. He is looking for any excuse to tamper with this treatment. It was so when the serpent tricked the first woman, and in her shame she sought to hide from God under dead leaves. You are in the house of the lord Bethany. You are not in front of your school friends, but in the presence of two of Jesus’s servants. Please child, do not be afraid of the lord. That is what the one trying to corrupt you wants.”
Bethany felt very afraid. She could not trust her instincts, because one of the major authority figures in her life had told her they were wrong. And yet there was a little voice inside her head, whispering “He wants to see your body. He is a man, like any other.” Was it her own thoughts, or was it the fallen angel, trying to destroy her soul to spit in gods face?
“The choice is yours Bethany. It would be pointless to try and help you if you do not want to be helped. But understand that ask we speak, there is a darkness creeping closer and closer into your soul, trying to turn in black, and make you a slave of Satan. You will go through life doing his bidding, spreading jealously and hatred, leading both men and women astray for the amusement of him who defies god, and your reward for this service will be nothing more than an eternity of torture only Hell can provide. There is no evil in this world to compare to what awaits those who have been turned from god, but I will say this. If you were to ask your demonic tormentor to permit you to cover yourself with cotton and silk to make you feel less embarrassed, you would most likely find this request met with vile laughter.”
He didn’t raise his voice. It was a lecture. And yet, Beth’s eyes were becoming misty. The voice was telling her that the old priest was trying to scare her to do what he wanted, but she shut it out. She wasn’t thinking about the fiery torment that awaited those who turned from the true path. She only imagined herself and the terrible minion of the evil one. Each of the seven deadly sins rolled through her head as she thought about how she would go about doing the devil’s desire. And worst of all, the thought of an amused red man with horns coming out of his head in a grotesque way and a pitchfork patting her on the head, as if she were a dog that had pleased his master.
And so, the dress came off. She glanced at Father Collins face, to find that his severe expression had not changed. And feeling guilty about having doubted the man who was going to help bring her back into the light, she went through the rest of the motions as quickly as she could. She unbuckled she shoes, kicked them off, and placed them on the table. Then she rolled down both stockings to her ankles before taking off and setting each into the appropriate shoe. As she reached behind her she felt a gentle hand on the clasp of her bra. And then there was a snap and it came undone. Bethany looked round, and saw the gentle, smiling face of Sister Clare, which gave Beth more pause than reassurance. She let it fall to the ground, leaving her small peaky breast sticking straight forward. And for a long second, she stayed that way. They air around her was making her shiver, and her feet were getting it the worst. She had no idea how she could possible continue walking. The only warmth, came from her thighs, and she thought, ‘Why should I be doing this? Can’t spirit go through material? Can’t they understand that it’s not just about the shame.”
And then she physically shook herself. These were not her thoughts. She was cold. It was just a thought that was put into her by those who would have here resist healing. She grasped for the warmth within the light of god, slid her thumbs through her white panties and pulled down. She picked up her bra and set her last remaining leaves on the wooden table. She looked to her priest. Her arms wanted to move in front of her, but she kept them to her sides. She was still shivering, but it was the devil, fearing her resolution.
Father Collin’s expression did change. It was hard to say what it was, but she was certain it was some form of positive expression. “He tried to stop?” Bethany nodded. “And you rejected him? You, shall I say, shook him off?” Bethany nodded again. And then the man smiled, and she easily accepted it as one of pride and adoration, and rejected the devils suggestion that it was one of lust.
“One more thing Beth. You’re jewelry. It must remain here.” After everything else, Bethany had no trouble taking off her earrings and setting them down next to her underwear. She looked at the priest again. “You have a clip in your hair, have you forgotten?” She had. She meekly apologized and unfastened the clip, brushing her hair out of her face. “There is one more thing child,” Father Collins admonished gently. Bethany felt to between her breast where dangled on a chain a golden representation of her lord and savior, the man for whom this church was built for, hanging on the cross, suffering for the sins of humanity, like herself in a strange way.
“Shouldn’t I be wearing this?” She asked Father Collins.
“Were you born with it Beth?” Replied Sister Clare.
“No, but…”
Sister Clare’s hands gently brushed her neck as she unfastened the chain and set it down on the table next to everything else.
“Jesus does not live in metal child, no matter how pretty a piece of jewelry. He is omnipresent. Do you know what that means?”
“That he is everywhere.”
“He is. He watched us as we fall, and he extends his hand to us so that we may rise back up. We must be able to see it though, and not be blinded by the material world. He will be with you as we treat you, but Satan will try to block him and us. And he will hurt you to make you want to stop. So, I tell you now Beth, after you pass through this gate, the way you were born into this world, we will not allow you to turn back until you have been cured. This is the point of no return. Do you wish to continue?”
Her response was immediate. Satan didn’t even try to dissuade her. “I am ready.” Her hands were in fists at her sides, she was still shivering, but she still tried to grasp for the warmth. Father Collins unlocked the gate with the keys at his waste, and they descended the stairs again. The priest, the naked girl, and the nun.
After Bethany was sure they were halfway to the Earth’s core, they came to a large circular room. Two hoses stood facing two white wooden pillars at the center, about two feet apart. Father Collins stood aside to let Bethany enter the room, and then the priest took her left arm while the nun attached herself to the right, and they escorted her to the center. And once they arrived, they took her wrist and clamped them tightly with metal cuffs that were hanging from the pillars. Bethany’s hands were resting on her shoulders. They next bent down to fasten her ankles with similar chains. She was facing the end of one hose. The other was behind her. And she acknowledged that as she no longer had her arms at her sides, she was shivering from the cold.
‘They are doing this for me,’ she told the demon. ‘They want to protect me from you. They want to banish you.’ Both the nun and priest starting turning a wheel to each side of her and the chains were pulling her arms up, stopping just before her feet were lifted off the ground.
‘They have taken your clothes, your family, and your freedom. You are completely vulnerable and at their mercy. You are naked, chained, and about to be tortured. And you have sanctioned this.’
‘No, it is you they have exposed, you they have chained, and you they will torture. Go from me Satan.’
‘What will happen will happen to both of us, as must have happened to many children at this place, probably a lot of them underage given how low those chains were.’
Father Collins was not in her line of vision, but Sister Clare taking the hose from its stand and looking at her intently. Though her feet were on the cold grate of the drain, and the position of her arms were cramping her and exposing her sides to the cold air, neither was anything to the chill that went down Bethany’s spine. She had never seen that facial expression on a woman before. ‘Especially not Delilah. Delilah saw you for who you really are. That woman is staring at your vulnerability, especially between your legs.’
Bethany had a sudden impulse to lock her knees together, nearly twisted her ankles, and remained exposed. She looked up at the nun, who was fiddling with the end of the nozzle.
‘You seek to poison my mind against those that would help me. It is no use serpent.’
‘I am not a serpent. I am not Satan, or a demon, or a devil, or any kind of darkness. I am you. The real you, who they want to kill, be make you assimilate, to be more like them. I am the you that loves Delilah, and knows that there is nothing wrong with…’
“The hose turned on.”
A girl agrees, with her parents approval, to be taken down to the basement of a cathedral, by a priest and nun she's known all her life, to be cure of her lesbianism before you she goes off to an all girl college named after a female martyr who, (Yeah, you guessed it) was crucified for being Christian, and may make her way deeper into the story.
Sorry for cluttering the forums with all my unfinished stuff.
Straight to Hell
Bethany was dropped off at the church of Saint Christine’s, where she was greeted by Father Collins and Sister Clare.
They walked down a flight of steps, Father Collins leading the way, than Bethany, with Sister Clare bringing up the rear. Bethany’s bag kept bumping into the wall and nearly sent her into the priest, but Sister Clare steadied her.
They eventually arrived at a small hallway, with a wooden table and no chairs. Before them was an iron gate with steps leading into the catacombs.
“Beth, before we go further you must know that the treatment will require all the strength you can muster. We will do our best to save you but you must know that the demons in you will fight back. Do you wish to be cured of these demonic influences?”
“I do.”
Father Collins nodded in approval. “Your things. You will not need them.”
Bethany chuckled softly. “I didn’t even really want to bring these, mother thought…”
“Please child, put your possessions on the table, you can collect them when you leave.” She slung her bag onto the table, and put her coat down next to it. She unzipped one of the pockets and took out her toothbrush.
“Beth, child,” said Sister Clare, placing her hand on Beth’s. “You are going to be cleaned. When you bath, do you take your toothbrush in with you.”
Beth stopped. “I suppose not.” She said quietly, putting her toothbrush back.
“And do you wear your jacket and skirt, and socks and shoes? Doesn’t that prevent those parts of your body they cover from getting clean?” Asked Sister Clare inquisitively.
“No, but, is it really that kind of cleaning? I won’t be getting wet will I? Aren’t you just talking about a symbolic cleaning?”
“No child, the cleaning you go through will be very real. For it to work, we need you and nothing else.”
Bethany started backing away slowly. “I’m not really comfortable being without my clothes.
“That is Satan speaking with your mouth, trying to inject these thoughts into your brain. He is looking for any excuse to tamper with this treatment. It was so when the serpent tricked the first woman, and in her shame she sought to hide from God under dead leaves. You are in the house of the lord Bethany. You are not in front of your school friends, but in the presence of two of Jesus’s servants. Please child, do not be afraid of the lord. That is what the one trying to corrupt you wants.”
Bethany felt very afraid. She could not trust her instincts, because one of the major authority figures in her life had told her they were wrong. And yet there was a little voice inside her head, whispering “He wants to see your body. He is a man, like any other.” Was it her own thoughts, or was it the fallen angel, trying to destroy her soul to spit in gods face?
“The choice is yours Bethany. It would be pointless to try and help you if you do not want to be helped. But understand that ask we speak, there is a darkness creeping closer and closer into your soul, trying to turn in black, and make you a slave of Satan. You will go through life doing his bidding, spreading jealously and hatred, leading both men and women astray for the amusement of him who defies god, and your reward for this service will be nothing more than an eternity of torture only Hell can provide. There is no evil in this world to compare to what awaits those who have been turned from god, but I will say this. If you were to ask your demonic tormentor to permit you to cover yourself with cotton and silk to make you feel less embarrassed, you would most likely find this request met with vile laughter.”
He didn’t raise his voice. It was a lecture. And yet, Beth’s eyes were becoming misty. The voice was telling her that the old priest was trying to scare her to do what he wanted, but she shut it out. She wasn’t thinking about the fiery torment that awaited those who turned from the true path. She only imagined herself and the terrible minion of the evil one. Each of the seven deadly sins rolled through her head as she thought about how she would go about doing the devil’s desire. And worst of all, the thought of an amused red man with horns coming out of his head in a grotesque way and a pitchfork patting her on the head, as if she were a dog that had pleased his master.
And so, the dress came off. She glanced at Father Collins face, to find that his severe expression had not changed. And feeling guilty about having doubted the man who was going to help bring her back into the light, she went through the rest of the motions as quickly as she could. She unbuckled she shoes, kicked them off, and placed them on the table. Then she rolled down both stockings to her ankles before taking off and setting each into the appropriate shoe. As she reached behind her she felt a gentle hand on the clasp of her bra. And then there was a snap and it came undone. Bethany looked round, and saw the gentle, smiling face of Sister Clare, which gave Beth more pause than reassurance. She let it fall to the ground, leaving her small peaky breast sticking straight forward. And for a long second, she stayed that way. They air around her was making her shiver, and her feet were getting it the worst. She had no idea how she could possible continue walking. The only warmth, came from her thighs, and she thought, ‘Why should I be doing this? Can’t spirit go through material? Can’t they understand that it’s not just about the shame.”
And then she physically shook herself. These were not her thoughts. She was cold. It was just a thought that was put into her by those who would have here resist healing. She grasped for the warmth within the light of god, slid her thumbs through her white panties and pulled down. She picked up her bra and set her last remaining leaves on the wooden table. She looked to her priest. Her arms wanted to move in front of her, but she kept them to her sides. She was still shivering, but it was the devil, fearing her resolution.
Father Collin’s expression did change. It was hard to say what it was, but she was certain it was some form of positive expression. “He tried to stop?” Bethany nodded. “And you rejected him? You, shall I say, shook him off?” Bethany nodded again. And then the man smiled, and she easily accepted it as one of pride and adoration, and rejected the devils suggestion that it was one of lust.
“One more thing Beth. You’re jewelry. It must remain here.” After everything else, Bethany had no trouble taking off her earrings and setting them down next to her underwear. She looked at the priest again. “You have a clip in your hair, have you forgotten?” She had. She meekly apologized and unfastened the clip, brushing her hair out of her face. “There is one more thing child,” Father Collins admonished gently. Bethany felt to between her breast where dangled on a chain a golden representation of her lord and savior, the man for whom this church was built for, hanging on the cross, suffering for the sins of humanity, like herself in a strange way.
“Shouldn’t I be wearing this?” She asked Father Collins.
“Were you born with it Beth?” Replied Sister Clare.
“No, but…”
Sister Clare’s hands gently brushed her neck as she unfastened the chain and set it down on the table next to everything else.
“Jesus does not live in metal child, no matter how pretty a piece of jewelry. He is omnipresent. Do you know what that means?”
“That he is everywhere.”
“He is. He watched us as we fall, and he extends his hand to us so that we may rise back up. We must be able to see it though, and not be blinded by the material world. He will be with you as we treat you, but Satan will try to block him and us. And he will hurt you to make you want to stop. So, I tell you now Beth, after you pass through this gate, the way you were born into this world, we will not allow you to turn back until you have been cured. This is the point of no return. Do you wish to continue?”
Her response was immediate. Satan didn’t even try to dissuade her. “I am ready.” Her hands were in fists at her sides, she was still shivering, but she still tried to grasp for the warmth. Father Collins unlocked the gate with the keys at his waste, and they descended the stairs again. The priest, the naked girl, and the nun.
After Bethany was sure they were halfway to the Earth’s core, they came to a large circular room. Two hoses stood facing two white wooden pillars at the center, about two feet apart. Father Collins stood aside to let Bethany enter the room, and then the priest took her left arm while the nun attached herself to the right, and they escorted her to the center. And once they arrived, they took her wrist and clamped them tightly with metal cuffs that were hanging from the pillars. Bethany’s hands were resting on her shoulders. They next bent down to fasten her ankles with similar chains. She was facing the end of one hose. The other was behind her. And she acknowledged that as she no longer had her arms at her sides, she was shivering from the cold.
‘They are doing this for me,’ she told the demon. ‘They want to protect me from you. They want to banish you.’ Both the nun and priest starting turning a wheel to each side of her and the chains were pulling her arms up, stopping just before her feet were lifted off the ground.
‘They have taken your clothes, your family, and your freedom. You are completely vulnerable and at their mercy. You are naked, chained, and about to be tortured. And you have sanctioned this.’
‘No, it is you they have exposed, you they have chained, and you they will torture. Go from me Satan.’
‘What will happen will happen to both of us, as must have happened to many children at this place, probably a lot of them underage given how low those chains were.’
Father Collins was not in her line of vision, but Sister Clare taking the hose from its stand and looking at her intently. Though her feet were on the cold grate of the drain, and the position of her arms were cramping her and exposing her sides to the cold air, neither was anything to the chill that went down Bethany’s spine. She had never seen that facial expression on a woman before. ‘Especially not Delilah. Delilah saw you for who you really are. That woman is staring at your vulnerability, especially between your legs.’
Bethany had a sudden impulse to lock her knees together, nearly twisted her ankles, and remained exposed. She looked up at the nun, who was fiddling with the end of the nozzle.
‘You seek to poison my mind against those that would help me. It is no use serpent.’
‘I am not a serpent. I am not Satan, or a demon, or a devil, or any kind of darkness. I am you. The real you, who they want to kill, be make you assimilate, to be more like them. I am the you that loves Delilah, and knows that there is nothing wrong with…’
“The hose turned on.”
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