the Cherry Hill Parish

"I swear to God, I'll twist you apart from the inside out," the demon in her belly cursed.

"I really don't think you will. I think that would kill you, too. You need me, don't you," Honey said to the voice inside her. She noticed it was growing stronger than it was before, speaking with an authority and resonance that made her clit tingle.

"I don't think you know anything about it," the voice growled and then it fell into silence.

Katie bounced into the room, wearing a clean cheer leading uniform, lifting the skirt to show Honey she was completely pantiless under the mini-skirt.

"You're wearing that to go meet Father O'Malley?" Honey asked, her pussy starting to weep juice just thinking about the trouble she'd get into in the car ride. "I mean, I'm not complaining, but seriously, girl!"

"It's the only thing I could find that was clean and dry. Laundry day today, Mistress?" Katie giggled to her friend, crossing her ankles and lifting her skirt as she curtsied. Her freshly fucked African snatch was clearly on display, and a web of thick cum appeared from her coal black outer lips to her mocha colored thighs. She sighed as the cum left her cunt and made a mess on her still-sticky thighs. "Fucking A! You must have filled me with a quart of cum!" she giggled some more. She stood up straight and ran a finger along her lips, coating it thickly in her cream pie and lifting the finger to Honey's lips. The blond eagerly sucked her friend's finger clean, loving the taste of her own cum and, as always, the pussy of her best friend and new fuck ****.

Honey let the finger out of her lips with a wet pop and licked her lips seductively, her eyes burning into those of her new pet.

"I guess I better get changed then," she said with a smile twisting her lips.

"I put some clothes out for you, Mistress, I hope you approve," Katie said with another deep curtsy and flash of her still-oozing twat.

"They better, or we'll see you without that skirt, slut," Honey said. She kept a straight face for a few seconds and then burst into a fit of giggling. She took a few steps and realized how hungry she was, and how thirsty.

"Katie, please make us a quick snack, and get me a glass of water with some ice in it, would you?" she said and bounced up the stairs, her firm tits jiggling deliciously, both to her sensations and to Katie's eyes.

Her friend had done well. She'd laid out a stretchy black mini-skirt and a lace top with just enough material to hide her nipples if she didn't wear a bra under it. Of course, the coarse fabric always made her girls hard and her pussy wet, and she couldn't wait to feel what that would be like with her little parasite in her belly. She did note the distinct lack of a thong or bra and her walls clamped down hard at the thought of wandering around in public without them. She toweled off and put the clothes on, completing the look with some 4-inch heeled strappy sandals.

"I need to call you something," she said absently, talking to the demon inside her of course.

"I have a name, bitch. You need to be more polite and fucking ask."

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Honey asked, almost embarrassed that she didn't think to ask before this. Then again, she usually didn't give a shit about the first name of the guy or girl fucking her. But then, this was different.

"Fuck you, you're going to go see that priest," the demon responded.

"Fuck you then," Honey responded and was determined to not listen to it any more today.

She went down stairs and saw Katie standing there, drinking lemon aid like it was going out of style and a glass of water with ice in it next to her. Beside the water lay a plate with a sliced apple and peanut butter spread on it. It was Honey's favorite.

"Thank you sweetie," Honey said and kissed her friend on the cheek.

"No problem. I called Father O'Malley and he said he'd meet us at his parish in Cherry Hill," Katie said with a smile. "I also took the liberty of calling a cab," she continued.

"But we can drive, hello?" Honey taunted.

"The cab is taking us to the bus-station," Katie said with a dirty grin. She closed the distance between her Mistress and herself and ran her fingers up Honey's thigh, up under her skirt and found the bare snatch, dripping, hot, and waiting. "I thought that could be more fun than driving ourselves."