One Night Stand

God the Father compels you.

God the Son compels you.

God the Holy Ghost compels you.

God to all martyrs and the pious compels you.

The blood of Christ compels you......

The Holy water scored her moldering flesh yet the demon defiantly gnashed her rotting, green teeth and fired her eyes at the exhausted priest.

'Is that the best you got father?' she growled in a hollow rasp.

Father Timothy refused to be swayed.

'By what name are you called, demon?'

'I have been known by many names over thousands of years father. From Abraxas to Zaza and countless in between. At the time of the black plague I was called Danag, I was known as Tanic through the crusades and during the holocaust - Bachbakuala Nuksiwae but father, I come to you as Cheryl.’

The priest’s eyes widened as he took a backward step. ’ Cheryl, in the name of God the father and the holy trinity leave now, the body of his beloved servant Heather. In his name I cast you back into the fires of hell.'

The room shook with the violence of the demon’s will.

Demonic eyes blazed with blinding yellow light, illuminating the gloom of the interior as she expelled a guttural howl that caused furniture and oddments to cascade in a ferocious whirlpool. Father Timothy raised both arms to shield his face but maintained his gaze on the grinning entity. After what seemed like an eternity all motion abruptly ceased - the room’s contents hung suspended in mid air as if captured in a stuttered frame of a ghostly snapshot.

The priest had barely caught his breath when at the next moment the air seemed to explode throwing all against the floor and walls of the bedroom, splintering and shattering in a dramatic crescendo.

Father Timothy had been engaged under orders from the Vatican to carry out the exorcism after Heather had been pronounced 'possessed' following a two month investigation by the Catholic church, he had traveled across six states to attend.

The priest was a seasoned veteran of sixteen prior exorcisms, his most infamous case was some 6 years back, that of a mid western socialite named Julia Upton.

Upton was possessed by 34 separate demons which she had summoned, through a Ouija board at a party. The father conducted sixty three separate sessions over a period of ten months and had eliminated all but one of the entities. The demon known as Baal.

Before he could extract the demon, Upton died of starvation. Her family took the church to court but a deal was struck betwen the Church and the family.

Father Timothy was given a year off while the dust settled.

Cheryl’s arms and legs were bound in heavy chains around the bedposts. She raised her crusty, pock marked face and glared deeply into the eyes of Father Timothy.

'You look worn out priest, maybe you need some fresh air' She quipped.

The bed hit him hard in the midriff.

Glass and wood shattered in all directions as he toppled backwards through the third story window.

Father Timothy's body hit the concrete of the driveway with a dull thud.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Charles finally summoned the courage to raise his head. He was slouched between the mahogany wardrobe and the bedroom door as he could barely look at the bizarre and horrifying events as they had unfolded.

The priest had met his match with Cheryl and now with him gone Charles felt overcome with unfettered fear and raw volubility.

His eyes were slowly starting to focus as the settling dust cleared to reveal the devastated landscape of his bedroom, the bedroom he had shared with his wife Heather.

As with the rest of the house, Heather had agonized for months, scrutinizing and selecting the most correct furniture, paint colors, bed linen, scatter cushions, throw rugs etc.

The room had been an aesthetic manifestation of Heather’s preciseness and love of the classical.

There was no warmth in her coordinations or the spareness of her decor. Most of the time Charles had felt guilty for allowing himself to sit or lounge anywhere in the house.

As he surveyed the rubble and remnants left over from the demon’s destruction he almost felt a relief that he hadn’t been the one to cause it.

Charles gazed upon the possessed body of his wife of 26 years, chained to their bed - she was sitting upright, her head cocked to one one side with smoke billowing from matted hair. She was looking quizzically and playfully at the disheveled man, as he gingerly brushed debris from his plaid dressing gown in an self conscious attempt to regain his composure. With a shaking index finger he pushed his black rimmed glasses to the bridge of his nose and wiped a strand of peppered hair from his forehead.

He could barely maintain his gaze as he felt the demon's yellow irises burning holes into his flesh.

'Hey Chucky why don't ya’ll come over here and sit with me a spell darlin’?' She cooed in an exaggerated Georgian accent.

'But....Heather....’

'Heathers not here Charles. Just little ol' Cheryl, besides I'm infinitely more interesting than your frumpy, asshat of a wife.’

He was frozen - melded to the floor but the jello of his flesh was now hers to command. Charles remained frozen as the mass of his body was lifted into the air and thrown brutally against the foot of the bed.

'Thats my boy' as she motioned beside her.

Charles slid involuntarily to the spot.

'You wanna know a little secret Charlie horse?' As she flicked back an oily wisp of smoldering hair.

‘My name isn’t really Cheryl. Do you really imagine that a demon as powerful as I would be known as Cheryl?’ She scoffed.

‘No Charles, that was for comedic value only.’

‘Just a little diversion, a little inside joke between me and the Priest.’

‘You see, in his first posting, Father Timothy had a sexual relationship with a married woman named Cheryl Turner.’

‘The good father ended up having a twinge of conscious well into it and pulled the pin on it. Cheryl killed herself, leaving behind a husband and three children and the priest confessed his sins and moved on.’

‘My only purpose here today was a reconciliation. A balancing of the books if you will.’

‘The death of that priest was my only motivation for inhabiting your ridiculous wife and now my work here is complete.’

‘Having said that, do you want to know something else Charles?’

Charles had barely processed anything the demon had said but upon hearing his name let out a muted ‘ehh’.

'Nothing gets my black juices pumping quite like a good exorcism and right now Cheryl has a hellfire in the hole that only mortal meat can quell'

He looked into the vacuum of her pus filled eyes as all semblance of free will deserted him.

Charles found himself straddling the demon her eyes laughing as her flaking, colorless lips pouted, cooing as she thrust her pelvis into him as he mounted her.

His cock burned hard against her squirming form with pre cum oozing to wet his pajama pants.

Charles gave himself over to his mistress as he lowered himself and laid his head against her breasts, heaving under the dirty pastel house dress. Her heart barely beating yet her body a quivering current of raw power and pulsing nerve endings.

‘Please remove me dress guv’nor’ She spoke in a cockney accent.. ’

Charles dutifully started to unbutton the dress only to be reprimanded.

‘Fookin’ rip it off ya stupid coont!’ Cheryl bellowed like a Welsh miner.

He tore the dress from top to bottom, exposing her grey, dying skin. Her ribs were almost sticking through decaying flesh and her breast like empty sacks falling away from her.

‘Now lick me Charles, I want you to lick me good, I’m a very, very dirty girl.’

He worked from her neck, manufacturing saliva as his tongue was ripped by the coarseness of her dry pores - the metallic taste of her burnt his mouth yet his hunger grew.

Tracing down her collar bone he rested for a moment as he again laid his head against her chest.

With a hand wrapped around each breast, Charles made a beeline down to her belly with his tongue.

He inserted the tip of it into her navel as Cheryl arched and moaned.

‘Your talents were wasted on that frumpy twat muppet Charlie, you certainly know your geography. Now park it downtown boyo’

He traced a line to a matted clump of pubic hair. Parting her lips with his fingers he worked his tongue inside the demon’s cooch flicking and exploring.

The stench and taste of her overcame him. Cheryl was squirting herself into his mouth as Charles gagged and choked on the bile.

As if in empathy Cheryl beckoned him upright. Charles undid the buttons of his pants. His angry erection leapt towards her gaping cunt.

'Fuck me to hell'

'Fuck me to hell'

'Fuck me to hell'

'Fuck me to hell'

He nosed the head of his penis into her wet hole. The heat from her overpowering him, yet he instantaneously thrust deep inside.

Cheryl cackled and spurred him on as he lost even more control.

It was all a blur to him. Visions of animalistic gratification overtook him. Visions of death and squalor controlled his every response. Charles’ body chimed in symphony to the demon’s insatiable will.

The shaft of his penis glistened golden red as his plunged it deeply into the demon’s being.

His pettiness dissolved into her marrow.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of feeding Cheryl's insatiable lust, her tongue oozed from it's grotesque lodgings, slithering the distance between them to bury itself into Charles' watering, gaping mouth.

He exploded his seed with massive force into the beckoning Succubus.

The last thing he remembered was the cackling laughter as she arched her back in thunderous release.

Charles was thrown off her immediately, his head hit the bedpost.

Losing consciousness he fell into the deepest of sleeps.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

'Charles.......Charles.......wake up.'

'Whats happening and why am I chained to the bed?'

'Answer me Charles!'

'Charles!!'

He stirred into semiconsciousness.

'Cheryl..........I........'

'Cheryl???!!!'

'Who's Cheryl you bastard??!!'

'Charles, who is Cheryl???'

'I don’t know’

Charles stared into the confused and angry eyes of his wife as he fought to regain his senses.

'Answer me Charles..... and what in God's name is that green slime doing all over your face?'

With a newfound stillness he spoke.

'I guess we are now left with only two options Heather.'

'Either a divorce or a Ouija board.'

'Are you mad Charles? What are you talking about? Whats going on and what happened to my bedroom?'

'But quite frankly dear, I'm leaning more toward the Ouija.' He grinned.

'Charles I have no idea what you are on about or who this Cheryl person is but.....'

He reached a hand into his shorts. The demon's juice was still moist upon his cock.

Charles took the glistening tip of his forefinger and encircled Heather's mouth with it.

With lips pursed he whispered into her ear 'shhhh'