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The Devil In The Convent
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Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
but it is Luna's home..................I'm only a honorable gueston this site
You are all welcome friends, the house is for all of You!
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
and that's what happens to poor Luna when she's in her own home!
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Devil in the Convent 39
39
But who are those two, sitting there at the table in the recovery room, writing, writing all the time? They’ve got green gowns on like the nurses, but a lighter green, and they’re wearing trainers, not ergonomic footwear like the doctors and the nurses do.
He have athletic bodies, muscles carved out of rock, she can bend a steel bar, blonde hair, icy expressions – they trouble me.
The Doctor enters, the one who escorted the Magistrate and the Police Officer, he approaches me and asks:
Doctor- 'Doctor Lucy, where did you buy the pasties that were on your desk?'
Luna- 'At the bakery on the corner of Spaccanapoli and San Gregorio Armeno.'
The blonde women joins us.
Blonde- 'Are you sure Doctor? '
Luna- 'Yes, I always buy their pasties, it's the oldest bakery in Naples, their desserts are the best in town.'
Doctor- 'On one of the pasties, the one you were eating, but not on the other, there was found a concentration of mycotoxins that could kill a horse, only without phalloidin, and perhaps that’s the reason you’re still alive.'
Luna- 'I put it in the microwave and then I started to eat it, but then I wasn't feeling well and I made a cup of tea...'
Blonde- 'This, Doctor, supports the hypothesis of attempted murder!'
Blonde- 'Doctor Lucy, don’t worry, we are two officers of the Police Special Anti-Crime Team, responsible for protecting people who are in danger when they’ve been subject to an assassination attempt. We’ll be your guardian angels until the case is solved!'
Luna- 'You frightened the devil too!'
Doctor- 'Doctor Lucy, you will remain at least a couple of days in Intensive Care, then we’ll be moving you to a special department for complete detoxification. The agents will be with you on guard 24 hours a day.'
Luna- 'I don't know if martial arts and guns will protect me!'
Blonde- 'Don’t worry, no-one will get near you, doctor, without getting past us!'
The days pass, on the fifth day they give you permission to come and visit me.
Eulalia- 'Little Luna, how pale you are! I was afraid of losing you, my own - fortunately you called, even though I didn’t understand anything of what you were saying I immediately called 118 (ambulance) and rushed to your house to unlock the door. You were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, eyes streaming, lost in oblivion, seized with violent convulsions, your arms and legs trembling and shaking, not responding, it was a terrible scene ... '
Luna- 'Eulalia dear, thank you for your love, you've saved my life, but to be honest I don’t remember calling you on the phone.
I was at work at the computer, and in front of me everything had changed color, there were flashes of light, figures that kept changing shape, colorful swirls, trees, yellow, blue, red, full of light, bright colored rays, clouds of sparks, animals and birds flying in the sky.
I was flying myself, my mind was lost in a gust of wind dragging everything upwards, the walls of the house were swaying, distorting, the windows flew open, the curtains were waving, the sound of the wind was like an organ or an electric guitar amplified to maximum volume, a sound of horns like a rock concert at its final climax.
I felt like I was being shot through by an electric charge to the rhythm that was being played. I suffered hallucinations, unimaginable aural, visual and psychic sensations.
I was completely disrupted from reality, transported into a fantasy world, both exhilarating and terrifying.
It was as if my body was changing shape, my limbs stretched out, my fingers grew twisted like branches on a thorn-bush, and all at an astonishing speed.
My head was peeling off my body like a ball that kept changing shape, a kind of soap-bubble that vibrated in the air to the rhythm of the psychedelic music.
I was utterly terrified at not being able to control what was happening to me... I’m sure all this is something that really happened, it’s imprinted in my mind as a indelible memory.'
Eulalia- 'Had you taken the acid?' (LSD)
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But who are those two, sitting there at the table in the recovery room, writing, writing all the time? They’ve got green gowns on like the nurses, but a lighter green, and they’re wearing trainers, not ergonomic footwear like the doctors and the nurses do.
He have athletic bodies, muscles carved out of rock, she can bend a steel bar, blonde hair, icy expressions – they trouble me.
The Doctor enters, the one who escorted the Magistrate and the Police Officer, he approaches me and asks:
Doctor- 'Doctor Lucy, where did you buy the pasties that were on your desk?'
Luna- 'At the bakery on the corner of Spaccanapoli and San Gregorio Armeno.'
The blonde women joins us.
Blonde- 'Are you sure Doctor? '
Luna- 'Yes, I always buy their pasties, it's the oldest bakery in Naples, their desserts are the best in town.'
Doctor- 'On one of the pasties, the one you were eating, but not on the other, there was found a concentration of mycotoxins that could kill a horse, only without phalloidin, and perhaps that’s the reason you’re still alive.'
Luna- 'I put it in the microwave and then I started to eat it, but then I wasn't feeling well and I made a cup of tea...'
Blonde- 'This, Doctor, supports the hypothesis of attempted murder!'
Blonde- 'Doctor Lucy, don’t worry, we are two officers of the Police Special Anti-Crime Team, responsible for protecting people who are in danger when they’ve been subject to an assassination attempt. We’ll be your guardian angels until the case is solved!'
Luna- 'You frightened the devil too!'
Doctor- 'Doctor Lucy, you will remain at least a couple of days in Intensive Care, then we’ll be moving you to a special department for complete detoxification. The agents will be with you on guard 24 hours a day.'
Luna- 'I don't know if martial arts and guns will protect me!'
Blonde- 'Don’t worry, no-one will get near you, doctor, without getting past us!'
The days pass, on the fifth day they give you permission to come and visit me.
Eulalia- 'Little Luna, how pale you are! I was afraid of losing you, my own - fortunately you called, even though I didn’t understand anything of what you were saying I immediately called 118 (ambulance) and rushed to your house to unlock the door. You were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, eyes streaming, lost in oblivion, seized with violent convulsions, your arms and legs trembling and shaking, not responding, it was a terrible scene ... '
Luna- 'Eulalia dear, thank you for your love, you've saved my life, but to be honest I don’t remember calling you on the phone.
I was at work at the computer, and in front of me everything had changed color, there were flashes of light, figures that kept changing shape, colorful swirls, trees, yellow, blue, red, full of light, bright colored rays, clouds of sparks, animals and birds flying in the sky.
I was flying myself, my mind was lost in a gust of wind dragging everything upwards, the walls of the house were swaying, distorting, the windows flew open, the curtains were waving, the sound of the wind was like an organ or an electric guitar amplified to maximum volume, a sound of horns like a rock concert at its final climax.
I felt like I was being shot through by an electric charge to the rhythm that was being played. I suffered hallucinations, unimaginable aural, visual and psychic sensations.
I was completely disrupted from reality, transported into a fantasy world, both exhilarating and terrifying.
It was as if my body was changing shape, my limbs stretched out, my fingers grew twisted like branches on a thorn-bush, and all at an astonishing speed.
My head was peeling off my body like a ball that kept changing shape, a kind of soap-bubble that vibrated in the air to the rhythm of the psychedelic music.
I was utterly terrified at not being able to control what was happening to me... I’m sure all this is something that really happened, it’s imprinted in my mind as a indelible memory.'
Eulalia- 'Had you taken the acid?' (LSD)
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LittleSiss
Sorceress
OMG.
Love the GIF, too!
Love the GIF, too!
RacingRodent
Consul
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Its like an angel furling its wings
Oh the story is really, really good too
The original gif name is birth of a phoenix.
RacingRodent
Consul
What one that tries to poison your morning pastry? Luna's makes HAL 9000 seem socially well adjusted
What one that tries to poison your morning pastry? Luna's makes HAL 9000 seem socially well adjusted
But 'interesting', though! We need PCs with personality
'...you will remain at least a couple of days in Intensive Care, then we’ll be moving you to a special department for complete detoxification. The agents will be with you on guard 24 hours a day.' -Luna
The mere thought of this terrifies Tree!!!
T
The mere thought of this terrifies Tree!!!
T
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
I wish I had a computer like yours, Luna
What one that tries to poison your morning pastry? Luna's makes HAL 9000 seem socially well adjusted
But 'interesting', though! We need PCs with personality
Wait a moment, everything will become clear in the next episodes with amazing surprises!'...you will remain at least a couple of days in Intensive Care, then we’ll be moving you to a special department for complete detoxification. The agents will be with you on guard 24 hours a day.' -Luna
The mere thought of this terrifies Tree!!!
T
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Devil in the Convent 40
40
Luna- 'No! I only ate half a pasty and drank a cup of hot tea. '
Eulalia- 'So you made tea with coca leaves? What you describe is an experience of hallucination from a heavy dose of drugs – don’t the tests show up the presence of any hallucinogenic substances in your body?'
Luna- 'No, there is no suggestion of drug-taking, the results of my liver tests show poisoning with unknown substances, and even on the piece of pasty I put in the microwave they’ve found various mycotoxins.'
Eulalia- 'But who’d have put them there?'
Luna- 'That’s the mystery!'
Luna- 'But there's more to it. I never actually completely lost consciousness. I saw people coming into my house dressed in red, devils that took hold of my arms and legs, and tied me onto a pair of beams. They took me away into a room full of light,
a hundred hands were touching my body, fingers were exploring my pussy, a penis was introduced into my arse and my throat, it was cumming rivers of cum inside me ...'
Eulalia- 'But you were fitted with life-support tubes, and then you were taken away on a stretcher into the ambulance and off to the hospital, you were completely full of drugs ... your stomach was pumped out!'
Luna- 'It’s all a mystery, no drugs have been found, neither in my blood, nor my urine nor anywhere else.'
Eulalia- 'Truly it’s all most strange ...'
Eulalia- 'When you were taken away I couldn’t accompany you to the hospital, a police officer asked me to stay while the group of the Scientific Police were searching every corner of the house.
They seized the computer to do a forensic investigation on its content, they rummaged everywhere - even in the middle of your panties! And they opened the store-cupboard door and cleared it out looking for anything, they only found a box full of carpenter's tools and plumbing, nothing of what you told me you’d found when we were in Capri.
I’m beginning to doubt your mental health, I'm afraid you're schizophrenic.'
Luna- 'They’ve taken away my computer? They’ll find the photos of the manuscript!'
Eulalia- 'No, nothing only drawings of the plants in your yard. They returned it to me yesterday, I took your computer to your home and placed on the desk.'
Luna- 'I’m amazed, I’d done almost a thousand photographs, and the file conversion pages with the Cyrus’s software may have all gone?'
Eulalia- 'There never was anything, what you’re saying is all in your sick little head! Now we have got problems, you’ll need to be taken care of.
In the old days, you’d have been locked up in a mental hospital forever as completely crazy!'
Luna- 'If I didn’t know you loved me, I’d be very hurt by what you’re saying - but maybe you're right, maybe I am going crazy, how could it be otherwise, with all that has happened to me since that day?'
Eulalia- 'Don’t be hurt Luna, you know I love you, I had to shake you, to bring you back to reality ...'
I let you kiss me tenderly on the lips, our tongues meet, my hands seek you, you embrace me, my body’s shaking, I feel your breath, a shiver of desire runs through my back, down from my throat to my armpits, to my breasts, my nipples swell, a shudder thrills through my ovaries, pubis, clitoris, almost an orgasm...
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Luna- 'No! I only ate half a pasty and drank a cup of hot tea. '
Eulalia- 'So you made tea with coca leaves? What you describe is an experience of hallucination from a heavy dose of drugs – don’t the tests show up the presence of any hallucinogenic substances in your body?'
Luna- 'No, there is no suggestion of drug-taking, the results of my liver tests show poisoning with unknown substances, and even on the piece of pasty I put in the microwave they’ve found various mycotoxins.'
Eulalia- 'But who’d have put them there?'
Luna- 'That’s the mystery!'
Luna- 'But there's more to it. I never actually completely lost consciousness. I saw people coming into my house dressed in red, devils that took hold of my arms and legs, and tied me onto a pair of beams. They took me away into a room full of light,
Eulalia- 'But you were fitted with life-support tubes, and then you were taken away on a stretcher into the ambulance and off to the hospital, you were completely full of drugs ... your stomach was pumped out!'
Luna- 'It’s all a mystery, no drugs have been found, neither in my blood, nor my urine nor anywhere else.'
Eulalia- 'Truly it’s all most strange ...'
Eulalia- 'When you were taken away I couldn’t accompany you to the hospital, a police officer asked me to stay while the group of the Scientific Police were searching every corner of the house.
They seized the computer to do a forensic investigation on its content, they rummaged everywhere - even in the middle of your panties! And they opened the store-cupboard door and cleared it out looking for anything, they only found a box full of carpenter's tools and plumbing, nothing of what you told me you’d found when we were in Capri.
I’m beginning to doubt your mental health, I'm afraid you're schizophrenic.'
Luna- 'They’ve taken away my computer? They’ll find the photos of the manuscript!'
Eulalia- 'No, nothing only drawings of the plants in your yard. They returned it to me yesterday, I took your computer to your home and placed on the desk.'
Luna- 'I’m amazed, I’d done almost a thousand photographs, and the file conversion pages with the Cyrus’s software may have all gone?'
Eulalia- 'There never was anything, what you’re saying is all in your sick little head! Now we have got problems, you’ll need to be taken care of.
In the old days, you’d have been locked up in a mental hospital forever as completely crazy!'
Luna- 'If I didn’t know you loved me, I’d be very hurt by what you’re saying - but maybe you're right, maybe I am going crazy, how could it be otherwise, with all that has happened to me since that day?'
Eulalia- 'Don’t be hurt Luna, you know I love you, I had to shake you, to bring you back to reality ...'
I let you kiss me tenderly on the lips, our tongues meet, my hands seek you, you embrace me, my body’s shaking, I feel your breath, a shiver of desire runs through my back, down from my throat to my armpits, to my breasts, my nipples swell, a shudder thrills through my ovaries, pubis, clitoris, almost an orgasm...
...Save her from an asylum... Burn her at the stake...
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Devil in the Convent 41
41
Luna- 'Hello Ciro! Now I'm back home, I need to see you, to talk to you urgently. Please come this evening, please don’t say no, only you can help me!'
Ciro - 'I'll be right over Luna, I was expecting you to call!'
In a few minutes he arrives.
Ciro - 'Luna, my dear Luna! I have to apologize for failing to prevent what happened to you, I wasn’t able to foresee this game of chess with the murderess who was trying to hurt you.
I knew you were under attack, I’ve done something now that I'll explain, but I missed the right moment for action ... '
Luna- 'Ciro, what are you talking about? Come on, let's sit here on the couch. Why are you beating yourself up about this?'
Ciro - 'Luna, listen. That evening when I came here to fix your computer, I felt the presence of something that could threaten you. I hoped I’d resolved the situation by focusing on the problems that had occurred on your computer.
In reality, I have to confess that I did much more than I led you to believe. When I opened communication between my computer and the cloud network, I made big changes on your computer.
I transferred all the files related to the manuscript to the cloud, downloading them from the memory of your hard drive. I copied onto a USB memory-stick on which was written the software for interpreting an additional series of commands, so that when you inserted the key in reality you were connecting to an area network and I could watch you.
Then, the next morning, before leaving your home, I stole the keys, the second set that you keep hanging near the door. I immediately made a copy, and as soon as you went off to the office I went back to your house.
I arrived in a truck that belongs to a friend of mine who does a little maintenance, repairs, plumbing, carpentery... I came dressed in working overalls so as not to raise any suspicion if I met anyone, carrying a toolbox on my shoulder. I opened the door of your appartment, put your keys back on the key-hook the door.
I checked the famous box that you found in the secret passage, removed everything that was in there, and I put the tools in your box, that’s what the Police officers found.
The manuscripts and other things from the chest I put into my toolbox and took them away from your home. Forgive me for committing theft, but those things were a threat to you, I couldn’t leave them there, they were the link between the damned soul of the Notary and you, he was trying to steal the manuscript and the instruments of torture, stuff that had belonged to him, and that stank of sulphur like the devil.'
Luna- 'I'm shocked that you came and burgled my house, but still I have to thank you for doing it, for trying to save my life - but how, as I now understand it, did the damned soul manage to poison me? And where are the manuscripts and all the rest of the stuff?'
Ciro – ‘All under control. My tool box with things I stole I took to the cemetery and hid it in an ossuary (niche for bones) in the chapel of the family that adopted me, then shut it in with a sheet of lead that I welded to the edges of the frame around the niche. It can’t get out of there, more than anything else because the cemetery is hallowed ground and damned souls are like prisoners within that sacred enclosure.
As to the poisoning, unfortunately the trap had already been set, it could strike at any time, and it hit you when used the microwave to warm your pasty, a stream of particles, mycotoxins that would have tasted sweet were projected onto your food through the electromagnetic waves in the oven.'
Luna- 'I’m going weak at the knees with fear, Ciro, but how did you understand all these things? '
Ciro - 'I couldn’t prevent everything, because I only focused on a number of specific aspects. To see something, you need to keep the right distance, so you can read through the lies and cruelty - you have to live on the edge, experiencing the nightmare at first hand.
As a child I suffered the unimaginable, held captive in an orphanage where I was brought up to the sound of the whip by religious sadists, where they used us for experiments with drugs intended for autism.
To see the unthinkable and the invisible you have to look askew, sideways, you have to be wounded, just as no-one but a blind genius would dare to describe the Gods of Olympus. Characters that are broken, split, fragmented, they are the ones who can see the world as equally disintegrated, they can’t play the victors, they can’t live in a dream world.
I have in my mind an archive of lost time, where I collect the unwritten history. I have this need to touch it, see it, hear it, otherwise I can’t understand why a person laughs, because it entails a certain discernment. I don’t know what makes us what we are, but part must be our memories, even the trivial ones. It’s the wound, the twisted look, the distorted vision that prevents the moves of the killers, you have to have experienced the vertigo of the nightmare.. But something has escaped me, the damned soul, the devil will always know a little more about us. '
Luna- 'Now everyone thinks I'm crazy, drugged, my head only contains a mass of dissolved brain, but what you say leaves me amazed. I didn’t imagine, in my naivety, as someone who’s lived a normal life, at least until this disaster burst in on me, that such things could exist.'
41
Luna- 'Hello Ciro! Now I'm back home, I need to see you, to talk to you urgently. Please come this evening, please don’t say no, only you can help me!'
Ciro - 'I'll be right over Luna, I was expecting you to call!'
In a few minutes he arrives.
Ciro - 'Luna, my dear Luna! I have to apologize for failing to prevent what happened to you, I wasn’t able to foresee this game of chess with the murderess who was trying to hurt you.
I knew you were under attack, I’ve done something now that I'll explain, but I missed the right moment for action ... '
Luna- 'Ciro, what are you talking about? Come on, let's sit here on the couch. Why are you beating yourself up about this?'
Ciro - 'Luna, listen. That evening when I came here to fix your computer, I felt the presence of something that could threaten you. I hoped I’d resolved the situation by focusing on the problems that had occurred on your computer.
In reality, I have to confess that I did much more than I led you to believe. When I opened communication between my computer and the cloud network, I made big changes on your computer.
I transferred all the files related to the manuscript to the cloud, downloading them from the memory of your hard drive. I copied onto a USB memory-stick on which was written the software for interpreting an additional series of commands, so that when you inserted the key in reality you were connecting to an area network and I could watch you.
Then, the next morning, before leaving your home, I stole the keys, the second set that you keep hanging near the door. I immediately made a copy, and as soon as you went off to the office I went back to your house.
I arrived in a truck that belongs to a friend of mine who does a little maintenance, repairs, plumbing, carpentery... I came dressed in working overalls so as not to raise any suspicion if I met anyone, carrying a toolbox on my shoulder. I opened the door of your appartment, put your keys back on the key-hook the door.
I checked the famous box that you found in the secret passage, removed everything that was in there, and I put the tools in your box, that’s what the Police officers found.
The manuscripts and other things from the chest I put into my toolbox and took them away from your home. Forgive me for committing theft, but those things were a threat to you, I couldn’t leave them there, they were the link between the damned soul of the Notary and you, he was trying to steal the manuscript and the instruments of torture, stuff that had belonged to him, and that stank of sulphur like the devil.'
Luna- 'I'm shocked that you came and burgled my house, but still I have to thank you for doing it, for trying to save my life - but how, as I now understand it, did the damned soul manage to poison me? And where are the manuscripts and all the rest of the stuff?'
Ciro – ‘All under control. My tool box with things I stole I took to the cemetery and hid it in an ossuary (niche for bones) in the chapel of the family that adopted me, then shut it in with a sheet of lead that I welded to the edges of the frame around the niche. It can’t get out of there, more than anything else because the cemetery is hallowed ground and damned souls are like prisoners within that sacred enclosure.
As to the poisoning, unfortunately the trap had already been set, it could strike at any time, and it hit you when used the microwave to warm your pasty, a stream of particles, mycotoxins that would have tasted sweet were projected onto your food through the electromagnetic waves in the oven.'
Luna- 'I’m going weak at the knees with fear, Ciro, but how did you understand all these things? '
Ciro - 'I couldn’t prevent everything, because I only focused on a number of specific aspects. To see something, you need to keep the right distance, so you can read through the lies and cruelty - you have to live on the edge, experiencing the nightmare at first hand.
As a child I suffered the unimaginable, held captive in an orphanage where I was brought up to the sound of the whip by religious sadists, where they used us for experiments with drugs intended for autism.
To see the unthinkable and the invisible you have to look askew, sideways, you have to be wounded, just as no-one but a blind genius would dare to describe the Gods of Olympus. Characters that are broken, split, fragmented, they are the ones who can see the world as equally disintegrated, they can’t play the victors, they can’t live in a dream world.
I have in my mind an archive of lost time, where I collect the unwritten history. I have this need to touch it, see it, hear it, otherwise I can’t understand why a person laughs, because it entails a certain discernment. I don’t know what makes us what we are, but part must be our memories, even the trivial ones. It’s the wound, the twisted look, the distorted vision that prevents the moves of the killers, you have to have experienced the vertigo of the nightmare.. But something has escaped me, the damned soul, the devil will always know a little more about us. '
Luna- 'Now everyone thinks I'm crazy, drugged, my head only contains a mass of dissolved brain, but what you say leaves me amazed. I didn’t imagine, in my naivety, as someone who’s lived a normal life, at least until this disaster burst in on me, that such things could exist.'
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AnimaSinistra
Governor
Beautiful and moving! Where did you find those photos?
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Thank you Anima, the pics are from deviantart but I don't remember the author.
Velut Luna
Sibilla Cumana
Devil in the Convent 42
42
As I say these words to you in the tone of a sulky child, I sit curled up in a foetal position next to you, I holding to my chest a shapeless rag doll, worn threadbare when I was a little girl, with my head resting on your shoulder, your arm around my shoulders and your hand caressing my breasts beneath my linen tunic.
Ciro - 'You didn’t call Eulalia. I was watching your computer on the network and I realized, from the mistakes you were making typing the commands that you were under attack, you were in danger.
At that moment I realized the demon was in action, I sent a simulating the call forwarded from your phone, in a hoarse, broken voice I called for help.
Luna, you're not crazy, you're living your own nightmare, but you're one of those rare people who can see beyond the confines of time, you have a strong evocative capacity, you're immersed in a kind of quadrophenia - the Moon-Goddess, Cynthia, Mother Lucia, now you, now ... '
Seized by a fit I throw away the doll, leap astride your thighs, grab your hair with my right hand, put my left hand below your belt and grab the shaft of your hard cock. Biting your lips with a fiery kiss, I look straight in your eyes reading your soul ...
Luna- 'Why did you sentence me to death? Why poison?'
I kiss your lips again, biting you so you can’t reply, clenching your burning cock between my fingers, almost sinking my nails into it...
Luna- 'Crucify me! Crucify me, Alfonso Carafa! Inquisitor of the Holy Roman Church! Do as you wanted to do when I was naked, wet, kneeling in front of you after you tortured me, when your eyes pierced my heart, overthrew my mind, when you tore my soul from the clutches of the devil! Crucify me! It's the punishment I deserve for my sins, that will save my soul, not poison ...'
I tear off my linen tunic, I’m stark naked for you, ready for my sacrifice.
Grabbing me by the wrists you lead me into the middle of the living room, I follow, a docile, resigned victim. You tie my wrists behind my back with the belt of my robe, force me down on my knees.
Now you’re naked too – you grab me by my hair, force your cock to the back of throat, I suck, gasping, I hold my breath, breathe again, then lick, suck. I’m reeling in a fellatio that’s never-ending, your muscles tense with effort, there’s a jet of fire in my throat, I gulp all your cum up to the last drop, licking my lips, it’s a taste of the potassium salt, almond and inner of peach stones, salty, bittersweet, sticky poison.
Now I’m kneeling with my forehead to the ground, you sink your member into my arse, raping me with violent sodomy, possessing me, driving me back and forth with superhuman strength, inside, outside, while my sphincter is dilated anticipating the next lunge - you're destroying your victim even before you sacrifice her!
Exhausted, on the floor, abandoned, from my pussy dripping my juices are dripping from violent orgasm, it’s as if an earthquake has shaken my limbs. From the rings fixed to the window-frames, you detach the dark red silk cords that hold the blinds. You weave one and set it on my head like a crown, then fold the other to form a scourge.
I’m dragged against the pillar, trembling, waiting for the blows that fall inexorably onto the softness of my flesh, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, then I’m turned to be beaten on my back, buttocks, legs, reddened by the swingeing, flagellating bundle. With each lash, a stifled cry, every stroke a thrill of pain and pleasure. Your naked victim tries to dodge one part of herself away from the scourge, but has to offer her opposite side. Your hands grasp lustily at the throbbing flesh burning under the blows and burns, your claws dig into my anatomy, exploring, tormenting, urging my lust to an apex of ecstasy.
From the terrace you bring two planks on which my vases of flowers were standing. Poking around in the toolbox you find four chisel-ended spikes and a hammer. Carefully, you tie the upright to the beam using a pair of tent-cords.
The scaffold is ready, I look at it with horror and desire, what scares me the most are the spikes that you’re going to use as nails.
The beam is on the ground, the upright over it. This cross is the altar on which I must lay down my body, spread wide my arms, my heart beating wildly. With two of the chisels you trace a path of pain on my skin, from my hands to my breasts, pressing the areoles firmly with the tips, arousing pain and pleasure that vibrate every sinew of my body.
Two twists with silk cords around my wrists, not very tight, a chisel-spike between each rope and wrist. You twist them, tightening the ropes. Kneeling, you position the tip against the wood, give it a hammer-blow, the tip sticks into the wood. You haven’t pierced my hand with the nail, every stroke of the hammer now brings a gasp of pleasure. I relish hearing the ringing of the bars under hammer-blows, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy infinitely.
You repeat for the other wrist. Now from my pubic bone down to my feet you draw figures with the chisel-tips in flowing blood on my skin. The rope binds round my ankles, it’s twisted, nailed to the cross. My vagina is dripping with juice, intense pleasure comes over me.
You raise the trophy, resting in the arms of the cross in the angle between two walls, I’m suspended a small height above the floor, my weight stretches my arms, my legs are flexed just enough for you you'll to push apart my thighs, reach my vulva with your mouth, kiss, lick, suck, bite my swollen lips, my clit experiencing spasmodic pain and pleasure.
Three fingers in my ass make a 'cornu', I’m driven crazy with perverse lust. Then stab me with your cock, divinely raping your cross-nailed victim. I squirm with pleasure, a magical dance, a pagan ritual, possessed by mystical visions of light, swirling in a whirlpool of my senses, in agony, in ecstasy, like a Bacchante seized with erotic frenzy. I’m at the mercy of your fury, a piece of bare flesh nailed to the cross, the sacrificial victim of this initiation rite.
You lay me on the ground, kissing every bit of my skin, massaging the muscles of my stretched arms, my wrists, ankles, and feet, revivifying your crucified doll, the faithless nun you’ve punished. And we continue our lustful games of torture, fantasy suffering, real enjoyment, in a continuous vortex, a tangle of interpenetrating bodies, merging matter, in a paroxysm as if driven by a storm in a pit of hell.
42
As I say these words to you in the tone of a sulky child, I sit curled up in a foetal position next to you, I holding to my chest a shapeless rag doll, worn threadbare when I was a little girl, with my head resting on your shoulder, your arm around my shoulders and your hand caressing my breasts beneath my linen tunic.
Ciro - 'You didn’t call Eulalia. I was watching your computer on the network and I realized, from the mistakes you were making typing the commands that you were under attack, you were in danger.
At that moment I realized the demon was in action, I sent a simulating the call forwarded from your phone, in a hoarse, broken voice I called for help.
Luna, you're not crazy, you're living your own nightmare, but you're one of those rare people who can see beyond the confines of time, you have a strong evocative capacity, you're immersed in a kind of quadrophenia - the Moon-Goddess, Cynthia, Mother Lucia, now you, now ... '
Seized by a fit I throw away the doll, leap astride your thighs, grab your hair with my right hand, put my left hand below your belt and grab the shaft of your hard cock. Biting your lips with a fiery kiss, I look straight in your eyes reading your soul ...
Luna- 'Why did you sentence me to death? Why poison?'
I kiss your lips again, biting you so you can’t reply, clenching your burning cock between my fingers, almost sinking my nails into it...
Luna- 'Crucify me! Crucify me, Alfonso Carafa! Inquisitor of the Holy Roman Church! Do as you wanted to do when I was naked, wet, kneeling in front of you after you tortured me, when your eyes pierced my heart, overthrew my mind, when you tore my soul from the clutches of the devil! Crucify me! It's the punishment I deserve for my sins, that will save my soul, not poison ...'
I tear off my linen tunic, I’m stark naked for you, ready for my sacrifice.
Grabbing me by the wrists you lead me into the middle of the living room, I follow, a docile, resigned victim. You tie my wrists behind my back with the belt of my robe, force me down on my knees.
Now you’re naked too – you grab me by my hair, force your cock to the back of throat, I suck, gasping, I hold my breath, breathe again, then lick, suck. I’m reeling in a fellatio that’s never-ending, your muscles tense with effort, there’s a jet of fire in my throat, I gulp all your cum up to the last drop, licking my lips, it’s a taste of the potassium salt, almond and inner of peach stones, salty, bittersweet, sticky poison.
Now I’m kneeling with my forehead to the ground, you sink your member into my arse, raping me with violent sodomy, possessing me, driving me back and forth with superhuman strength, inside, outside, while my sphincter is dilated anticipating the next lunge - you're destroying your victim even before you sacrifice her!
Exhausted, on the floor, abandoned, from my pussy dripping my juices are dripping from violent orgasm, it’s as if an earthquake has shaken my limbs. From the rings fixed to the window-frames, you detach the dark red silk cords that hold the blinds. You weave one and set it on my head like a crown, then fold the other to form a scourge.
I’m dragged against the pillar, trembling, waiting for the blows that fall inexorably onto the softness of my flesh, my breasts, my belly, my thighs, then I’m turned to be beaten on my back, buttocks, legs, reddened by the swingeing, flagellating bundle. With each lash, a stifled cry, every stroke a thrill of pain and pleasure. Your naked victim tries to dodge one part of herself away from the scourge, but has to offer her opposite side. Your hands grasp lustily at the throbbing flesh burning under the blows and burns, your claws dig into my anatomy, exploring, tormenting, urging my lust to an apex of ecstasy.
From the terrace you bring two planks on which my vases of flowers were standing. Poking around in the toolbox you find four chisel-ended spikes and a hammer. Carefully, you tie the upright to the beam using a pair of tent-cords.
The scaffold is ready, I look at it with horror and desire, what scares me the most are the spikes that you’re going to use as nails.
The beam is on the ground, the upright over it. This cross is the altar on which I must lay down my body, spread wide my arms, my heart beating wildly. With two of the chisels you trace a path of pain on my skin, from my hands to my breasts, pressing the areoles firmly with the tips, arousing pain and pleasure that vibrate every sinew of my body.
Two twists with silk cords around my wrists, not very tight, a chisel-spike between each rope and wrist. You twist them, tightening the ropes. Kneeling, you position the tip against the wood, give it a hammer-blow, the tip sticks into the wood. You haven’t pierced my hand with the nail, every stroke of the hammer now brings a gasp of pleasure. I relish hearing the ringing of the bars under hammer-blows, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy infinitely.
You repeat for the other wrist. Now from my pubic bone down to my feet you draw figures with the chisel-tips in flowing blood on my skin. The rope binds round my ankles, it’s twisted, nailed to the cross. My vagina is dripping with juice, intense pleasure comes over me.
You raise the trophy, resting in the arms of the cross in the angle between two walls, I’m suspended a small height above the floor, my weight stretches my arms, my legs are flexed just enough for you you'll to push apart my thighs, reach my vulva with your mouth, kiss, lick, suck, bite my swollen lips, my clit experiencing spasmodic pain and pleasure.
Three fingers in my ass make a 'cornu', I’m driven crazy with perverse lust. Then stab me with your cock, divinely raping your cross-nailed victim. I squirm with pleasure, a magical dance, a pagan ritual, possessed by mystical visions of light, swirling in a whirlpool of my senses, in agony, in ecstasy, like a Bacchante seized with erotic frenzy. I’m at the mercy of your fury, a piece of bare flesh nailed to the cross, the sacrificial victim of this initiation rite.
You lay me on the ground, kissing every bit of my skin, massaging the muscles of my stretched arms, my wrists, ankles, and feet, revivifying your crucified doll, the faithless nun you’ve punished. And we continue our lustful games of torture, fantasy suffering, real enjoyment, in a continuous vortex, a tangle of interpenetrating bodies, merging matter, in a paroxysm as if driven by a storm in a pit of hell.