Neither Protection Nor Salvation

It was an unlikely couple standing opposite each other in the wide nave. Here was the small abbess, clad in her black habit, her face etched with the marks of a long, fulfilled life. There, the towering demon, almost naked and brimming with power and malice. Unsatisfied greed lay in its grimace, distorted into a frozen laugh.

With the courage and strength of her faith, the old nun straightened up, held out her silver cross to him and called out: "... yield ..."

He didn't let her finish the sentence. With a disinterested swipe of his arm, as if to shoo away an annoying insect, he flung the woman aside. Then he took a long step forward and grabbed one of the sisters, who was trying to hide from him, with his huge paw. He effortlessly tore her robe to shreds. Suddenly naked, she screamed in terror and kicked her arms and legs, but was completely helpless in his grip.

With a slight tug, he undid the ribbon that had held his loincloth, revealing the large and bulging pleasure pole, its thick glans glistening wetly. Like a doll, he lifted the nun, who was only wearing her veil, and positioned her over the tip of his iron hard-on. Without hesitation, he lowered his captive and thrust his hips forward at the same time. A deep, rumbling “Aaaah” escaped his throat. The woman screamed like a banshee. The giant placed his feet firmly on the stone floor and fucked his victim hard and fast while standing up. Her voice sounded ever higher and more ****. Soon she was panting soundlessly to the rhythm of his merciless thrusts. And then she made noises that should never cross the lips of a bride of Christ.

“Yes, yes, yes! More!” she shrieked and ”Oh, God! Yessss!” as the demon pumped his potent seed into her unprotected womb.

Then he let her slide to the floor like a used toy. She sank down with fluttering eyelids, moaning in pleasure and wallowing in the aftermath of her first and earth-shattering orgasm.

His eyes narrowed as he looked around. The nearest nun was crouched just a few steps away, looking fearfully at him, a wordless and useless prayer on her lips. She fared little differently from the first. The giant bent her forward over a church pew, tore off her dress and took her from behind like a bitch. She clawed at the smoothly polished wood and silently let him have his way with clenched teeth. But soon she too paid tribute to the relentless penetration and overpowering stimulation of her most sensitive regions. Surprised, she felt herself flying towards the unexpected and yet deliciously bittersweet climax. Then the dam burst and she drowned in a sea of conflicting emotions. Panting hoarsely, she rode a never-ending wave until he came too and made her his wife.

His superhuman stamina allowed him to continue indefinitely. He grabbed one nun after another and had his way with them, leaving behind an ever-growing harem of exhausted, moaning, completely satisfied slaves in bondage to him.

Dorothee clung to the altar, although she knew that it could bring her neither protection nor salvation. She heard the screams but did not turn around. Even so, she knew what was going on behind her. And she knew it wouldn't end until the demon had ravished and impregnated every single one of her sisters.

All of them, except her.

She would never belong to this newly emerging community of unbridled lust, abysmal depravity and reprehensible decadence. For she had unleashed the demon and let it loose on the world. Her punishment was that she had to witness everything, as an outsider and in the knowledge that she was to blame for what was happening.