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A/N: I am back! I’m working on an original story I intend to publish in paperback at some point but I go more for OG works nowadays. The Doctor and Ghostbusters stuff is all on hold as I would never say that I wouldn’t go back. Life gets crazy sometimes.
Life had gone back to normal after those spooky things happened back in the springtime. Now one year later I was working as liturgical coordinator, both the priests Robert and Arthur were supportive of me and I’d even made an appearance in the local playhouse doing some acting. Recently I’d just wrapped up a successful run playing Lucy Westenra in Dracula. I loved it; I played at my vampire best, donning the fake fangs, the blood red lipstick, being the sick invalid. I got to let out a blood curdling scream as they staked Lucy and it was just great.
That was the fall run for the theater season. Dracula wound up production in the first week of November, making way for all the kids’ production of various stories like A Christmas Carol, singalongs, etc. I’d never been too great at directing or helping them sing as my piano skills were rusty but I stayed on as a technical consultant and lighting director.
The Christmas season came and went. I wasn’t too keen on attending many events which Robert acknowledged, knowing that it wasn’t my thing but he did seem surprised to see me at the lessons and carols. Even though I did not sing them I enjoyed the music very much there was no reason for me to join in and possibly make everyone sound worse. He winked at me from where he was as the bishop blathered on, sounding like an emphysemic old fart who needed to be retired from active service. The pope was working on it we were all sure of that.
On Christmas day, having nobody else to share it with, I took my newest acquisition, an exercise bike, set it up in front of the living room TV and binge watched some Amazon Prime all day long. Supper was simple; I had the basic fare that I always liked and went to bed. It was a horribly understimulating Christmas experience like I’d always had though I did live stream in the services on Christmas Eve and day. Father Robert was in full voice then, talking about the holy family, what family really meant, etc.
Truth be told I was having problems with attending mass so I always worked instead. The 12:15 mass I was working, the Saturday vigil mass I worked, Sunday all day I worked so I wasn’t going to mass at all. Due to work I avoided the whole spectacle as much as possible. Nobody seemed to notice it which relieved me a little bit but I knew Arthur would say something at some point in the future. He wasn’t the type to let this slip by unnoticed.
The Saturday mass was the one that I preferred greatly but people kept bringing their kids to it. I was greatly irritated to say the least as the kids were badly behaved. There was horrible screeching which made the place sound like a barn, on top of that Robert and Arthur kept getting overzealous in their homilies, shouting like mad and going way over the time limit. To add to that there was the incessant organ music with the volume jacked up way too loud. It was a freaking perfect storm for my sensitive ears.
Last time I attended a Sunday mass I erupted out of the door before 5 PM as Arthur had gone on for way too long on his homily and I was furious. The entire atmosphere was so overwhelming I couldn’t do it anymore so I haven’t set foot in mass since. Rather cleverly I had adjusted my days off to Thursday and Friday so I could work on the weekend under cover so I could avoid both busy days of mass. A little finagling had tweaked my schedule a bit so I was happy with the new arrangement. On Wednesdays I got the bulletin for the next week out and we were all happy with that. Hump day was the mid week lull and not much was able to be done anyway.
January was the epiphany which I did not attend because working, the same for that Sunday. Now I needed to keep myself busy so I took myself out for a walk in the adjacent cemetery that the bishop owned. Last spring we’d had a hell of an adventure, finding out that a band of cultists had essentially cursed the cathedral and caused some unholy hell to erupt on the anniversary of its completion. I’d gone down into the darkness armed with my phone and tarot cards then the others had followed me.
Robert couldn’t give me an explanation of why he followed me, nor could he account for how he knew where I was. I knew that the two of us had an unlikely psychical connection which was for life. When I had been in a fender bender in September he’d already known about it. Robert had seen me walk into the cathedral after the police report had been filed, all battered with a bruised forearm, and thought that someone had attacked me. I’d sat at my desk, put an ice pack on my right arm, then told him that I had gotten into a little accident. Jerk running a stoplight because he was too busy texting on his phone than pay attention.
I’d never seen Robert look anxious like that before. He was a little altered over the course of the year-he was a little taller than me, he had gained a little weight but he was still slim enough, his hair had turned gray and was receding at an alarming rate. Arthur was still slim, a little shorter than me, but he still had blonde hair and brown eyes. It was plain now that Robert thought of me like a surrogate daughter but the age gap between us was only about five years so I’d have to change my train of thought to sister. Surrogate sister sounded better anyway; it meant that we were equals.
“Did you get checked out?” he demanded after I hung up my coat in the office, sitting in my chair. Robert and Arthur’s offices were connected to mine by a door which we usually left open so I didn’t have to get up and start barking at them.
“Yes I did, Robert. I had a paramedic take a look at me. I have no concussion symptoms at all-I wasn’t even knocked on the head. All I have is a bruised arm and some bruised ribs.” there were a few bruised ribs on my right side as it was lucky I’d managed to escape. My car had been a write off, it was towed to the boneyard.
That incident really stood out as it demonstrated that Robert did care about me. He didn’t demonstrate it a lot but I’d come to know his mannerisms quite well. The priest tended to go soft in his voice if he was thinking about something that bothered him, he developed a habit of coming up behind me but putting a hand on my shoulder gently to let me know that he was there. He’d gotten fond of me and I was fond of him too.
Walking along the rows of tombstones I didn’t see any that were particularly interesting. It was still the first week of February, it was freezing cold outside and darkness fell very early. It was barely 4 PM but twilight was setting in fast. Robert would want to touch base with me at the end of the day just to check in with the workload so I started back, my breath condensing in the frozen air. Walking among the stones was good exercise; I did it every day and often twice to make sure my circulation was still good to go.
Something came over me near the stone bench near the exit. I didn’t know what it was but I felt like I wasn’t in control of myself at all. Like I was on autopilot I went over to the bench, completely cloaked in blackness now, my inner primitive female mind was engaged and very rapidly I got quite horny. What was that about? It took a long time to get that part of my mind receptive-there was no way I could get randy that quickly!
What was I all hot and bothered for? There was the question. It seemed that some person didn’t want to come out of the blackness but I could sure feel hands all over me, unbuttoning my jacket, opening up my shirt, warm breath all over my chest as my breasts were fondled sensually. There was quite a sensation growing in my crotch which the other person seemed to sense with ridiculous ease. My pants were pulled down along with my underwear, letting all that cold air smack me in places that I didn’t want to show to anyone.
What was going on here? That invisible hand steered me over to the bench, made me lie down on it, then my body was on fire as I saw black but could feel all of it. More attention was paid to my chest, something, a finger perhaps, was slipped into my inner lips down below, then I heard a giggle. Damn, if I was going to get fucked I wanted it properly done! No finger banging here! Eagerly I bucked up my hips, looking for the right tool for the job.
Another giggle, then I could feel a good solid at least average length of a rock hard penis slide carefully into me. The guy was hot like he was on fire and it was almost like he’d introduced a glowing torch into my birth canal. It was very hot but it tapered down after a few seconds then I was supported by the unseen man as we moved together as one. With me sex never lasted very long as I was quite quick and the guy seemed to appreciate that. He came first, I could feel him going very deep, unleashing his semen inside me.
His spunk was quite hot too but my inner vision was filled with pictures I’d seen from biology class-his semen invading my womb, finding an egg, fertilizing it, the egg implanting into me then images of embryonic growth all sped up until it looked like a ten week old fetal being. Was this guy trying to scare me?
“Nice try but I’m too old. It takes more than once to-” his pelvis slammed into mine again, more semen shot inside of me. Wisely I thought it was best to shut up before I got into more trouble. He gave me a few more pumps, shot a third batch in then he pulled out with a sucking sound. We’d gone at it pretty hard if I was so slick we could make that kind of noise! I’d been celibate more or less for a long time and I’d never given birth.
A little whine escaped my lips as he pulled out, knowing that was probably the last time I’d ever have sex again. I could hear another giggle and somewhat of a gentleman he tugged my underwear and pants back on while I buttoned up my shirt. When I stood up, fixing my shirt and coat, the five minute lover had disappeared completely which made me a little mad. I’d never even gotten a kiss!
It was a miracle nobody noticed us-the cemetery and the cathedral were near a major intersection. I closed and locked the gate, walked into the cathedral offices then picked up my wallet on my desk. Robert came in behind me then stood to one side, seemingly able to sniff out what was going on like a dog. “Where did you go? I was looking for you.”
“I got shanghaied,” having sex on the job definitely wouldn’t go over well. “out in the cemetery.”
“By who?”
“I don’t quite know-he was in the shadows,” I admitted truthfully as a pain started to blossom in my womb. A mental image of a fertilized egg embedding itself deep inside of me floated up but I had to banish it. Robert noticed me put a hand to my pelvis and he heard my little gasp of pain. “my mind’s all confused but I think he sexually assaulted me.”
“You need to file a police report then. We don’t want someone like that running around.”
“How could I do that?” I asked him as Robert put his hand on my arm. “I never saw him, I can’t describe what he looks like!” my womb contracted fiercely. “Oh shit that hurt!” I had to sit down with my hand on my pelvis. “I don’t know what he looks like all I know is that I’m in a lot of pain here! I need to contact my OB and get in to see her.”
Robert couldn’t say much to that. He knew that I didn’t want to get to the ER and have a rape kit done but I couldn’t tell him that I had wanted to have sex with whoever it was. The priest took me downstairs and walked me out to my car. “You hang tight until the morning. Where does it hurt the most?” his gray eyes studied me as I slid into the car, my hand still on my pelvis.
I got into my new RAV4(scored at a clearance sale) and gave him a look. “My womb-feels like it’s on fire. I hope I don’t have another fibroid in there.”
“Sure you’re not miscarrying again?” his eyes cut to my hands massaging my pelvis then back to my face.
“No. Believe me, I’m not. I’m a celibate girly,” I started up the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow though I might be late.”
“That’s fine. I’ll pray for you.” I could see the lines-the worry lines on his face as he clasped my good arm in a comforting gesture then we broke apart as I drove home.
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On the way back to the rectory Robert thought about Cecelia and her sudden pain. He did hear a little bit of commotion going on in the cemetery but he hadn’t stopped to think of it at the time. As much as he liked Cecelia he knew she had a wild streak but it didn’t seem likely that she would sneak a quick one in right under his nose. As wild as she had been previously there was no way she would be able to fake the pain that she was in now just to get out of his interrogation.
It didn’t make sense at all. Robert knew that Cecelia was not seeing anyone and that cemetery’s gates were locked except for staffers. He flushed a little, thinking that whoever it was certainly had balls to put his staffer under some kind of influence to have sex like they did. Cecelia had been acting a little strangely so he wondered what it was she’d been duped into taking like a date rape drug.
The two of them had gotten closer over the year she had been working for him and Arthur, organizing liturgies and events, getting the bulletin out and keeping their supply stocks accurate. Cecelia liked to be organized and would bitch them out if they were not. She streamlined all the procedures to make them more accurate, nitpicked a little but she kept them sharp and honest. Robert knew that attending events wasn’t her thing but he had picked up on the fact she had not been attending mass recently. According to the church that was a mortal sin and he’d have to intercede for her own soul.