Feature Writer: gcharis
Feature Title: Sister Joan and The Devil’s Weed
Published: 07.02.2017
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: A sister sinks into depravity
Sister Joan and The Devil’s Weed 2
“Mary? Sister Mary? Is that you?”
Mary bumbled at the door deadbolt with her long black nails but finally succeeded and looked back at her expectant sister.
“MOTHER OF GOD!” Sister Joan cried out.
“HARDLY!” Mary answered, as she revealed her pale, newly horned, upside-down pentagram-ed face then opened her robe and rubbed her naked, slick, black pussy in front of her sister.
Sister Joan fainted on the spot.
Sister Joan woke up with a headache an hour after Mary fled. What was that? She looked like Mary but she must have been possessed by… some demon… Why did I look for Mary down here anyway? Sister Joan pondered to herself. Then, she decided to retrace Mary’s steps. She entered the shop room where Mary left her candle, matches and the Devil’s weed joint on a work bench set up against the foundation of the convent. The practical nun knew enough about weed from the days of her youth, but this, she suspected was of the Devil and should be treated as such. She placed the candle and matches into a small plastic bag, then she wisked the joint and it’s ashes into another bag with a piece of scrap paper. Next, she went to Mary’s room and bagged her black tear stained pillow and pillow case. And where is the stone on the floor that Mary said she stepped on? Joan shook her head in pain and disapproval as she asked herself. With all the evidence she could find she ran to her room while the other sisters were still at prayer and contemplated how she was going to explain the morning’s events.
It turned out that there was no need to explain. As far as the nuns reckoned, they knew Sister Joan looked for Mary in her room … twice. They never dreamed she’d look for her in the cellar. Also, while Sister Joan was out cold someone “representing” Sister Mary contacted the convent and told them that Sister Mary had left on a spur of the moment to visit her dying, hospiced mother in the next town over. Also, with a sizable inheritance on the horizon to manage, the mysterious caller informed the sisters that Sister Mary would leave the convent for good. It was best for her to serve God at home. This was all very acceptable and concluded the matter nicely. However, the sisters did want to know why Sister Joan had missed morning prayer.
“I had diarrhea and was stuck on the toilet.”
“Then why didn’t you go to the infirmary?”
“The nurse was at prayer … the bathroom was closer and I got stuck there.”
“Very well Sister. If you have that problem again you must report to the infirmary at once!”
“Yes, Mother Superior! I shall”
One failure to tell the truth … then one, two, three … bold faced lies! Lord forgive me! How I wish this never happened!
But, it did happen and Sister Joan had to live with it … to somehow make sense of it. Sister Joan had to find out what really happened to her sister and friend. So she tested the main suspect … the black joint. It wouldn’t cut, it wouldn’t peel apart, it wouldn’t release any of it’s secrets. You know, you could burn it!
“Oh no … that’s OUT of the question!” Joan answered her thought barely audibly. “However, I will study this joint under a microscope!” she mouthed to herself with a smile.
“Whatever happened to Sister Mary is not going to happen to me!”
So she placed it under a microscope and immediately got an eyeful. Obviously, this material is of the devil because it’s made up of … microscopic Satanic pentagrams! I knew it! Now for a closer look! Oh my God! The pentagrams are made up of genetic material… this joint changed Mary! It wasn’t a costume! Sweet Sister Mary had been corrupted from the inside out by THIS THING! Well, as long as I don’t smoke it I should be alright… Joan thought to herself with relief. Then her mind flooded with images… the pentagrams, Sister Mary’s demonic face with her brazen attitude … but what thrilled Sister Joan the most were Mary’s black fingers and nails on her sexy, juicy, corrupted, black shiny pussy and the impudent sexy smirk on her black lips … NO! I must not think of these things!
But night after night she DID think of these things…
“Mary? Sister Mary? Is that you?”
Mary bumbled at the door deadbolt with her long black nails but finally succeeded and looked back at her expectant sister.
“MOTHER OF GOD!” Sister Joan cried out.
“HARDLY!” Mary answered, as she revealed her pale, newly horned, upside-down pentagram-ed face then opened her robe and rubbed her naked, slick, black pussy in front of her sister.
Sister Joan fainted on the spot …
Like a bad movie, the scene replayed itself over and over … I must keep busy to hold at bay these thoughts!
But, Sister Joan’s daily practical religious busy duties were also affected by this incident. As she walked downtown, every pentagram she eyed called for her attention. It seemed the city was now full of them, from graffiti to window shop dresses to goth girls passing by. She was drawn to the symbol. Good thing I didn’t smoke that joint Mary left behind … of course, I still could… NO! What am I thinking?
But what caused her grave concern was the paranormal activity that seemed to follow her everywhere. As she drove the convent station wagon to the soup kitchen she turned the Catholic radio station on. The tune that began to play was “Spray it Black” by the Rolling Rocks, only it was presented in the Catholic music style. When she changed the station, “Spray it Black” came on again, but again, in the style of that station… bluegrass “Spray it Black”, soul “Spray it Black”, big band “Spray it Black”, finally metal “Spray it Black”. By that time, Sister Joan was getting into it, bobbing her head to the music and tapping her foot. When she formed the devil’s horn sign with her hand she knew she had to get help.
“Knock Knock”
“Come in! You must be Sister Joan!” Father Blackwell exclaimed as he opened the door.
“Yes Father, I need counseling in your line of expertise!”
“You’re inquiry stated that you’ve been haunted by demons?”
“Yes, Father … excuse me Father, but have we met before?”
“No, I don’t believe so … but, continue please!”
“Yes, I’ve been plagued by demonic activity since my friend and colleague Sister Mary disappeared from the convent.”
“Your submission for counseling spelled all of that out Sister … specifically, what do you want to know? And I must say, you are quite composed for one whose been ‘plagued by demons’.” Father Blackwell noted as he stroked his greying beard.
“Thank you Fa…”
“No, no, that is not a compliment … it shows me that you’ve become somewhat complicit with your assailants”
“No, that’s not true, I’m here, for help!”
“I think you need a sabbatical Sister Joan!”
“No, I need to keep busy!”
“No, Sister Joan, you need time off to consider your true feelings!”
“But what about the evidence, don’t you want to see the evidence?”
“No, that won’t be necessary … I’ll fill out the proper forms and submit them to your superiors. I’ll see you in six months Sister, for a review!”
“Oh! You’re just another WORTHLESS bureaucrat!” Sister Joan blurted out as she left Father Blackwell’s office in tears.
Sister Joan went back to her home town and took an apartment. She grew up in the same town that Sister Mary did so she thought she could meet up with her old friend, that is, if the official story was true that she was at home now caring for her parent’s estate. But Mary’s family’s old mansion was recently bought by the state to be used as a public park. Sister Mary would have absolutely nothing to do with it. Mysteries, more mysteries ... Sister Joan went to her apartment and started to cry. This is hopeless, no one believes me yet there’s the evidence! Mary is who knows where …
Sister Joan decided to comfort herself with television. “BLACK EYE PLAGUE ON STONERS” the opening local news story announced. Oh my God! This is it! This is what happened to Mary! She called Father Blackwell’s office immediately, “Father Blackwell have you seen the news? What ever happened to Mary is happening to these kids, this is what I saw! I’m not crazy, I’m not complicit… please hear me out!”
“No, Sister Joan, I’ll see you in … twenty-three weeks!” Father Blackwell answered the distraught nun as he hung up on her.
“OH, THIS IS MADDENING!” Sister Joan exclaimed to herself. You could smoke that joint … it would calm your nerves … maybe give you a laugh … “NO!”
Joan decided to take a walk. Maybe some fresh air will help … she thought to herself. As she turned the corner downtown in her hometown, she saw something that caught her eye. “XXX SUPERSHOP!” Oh no … is there no escape from the corruption? As Sister Joan sadly questioned herself, she saw a big boobed, protruding nippled, silver mannequin in a shiny black latex nun’s habit. Oh, how luscious! she thought to herself then she blurted out, “NO, I AM NOT COMPLICIT!”
“Can I help you Sister?” the shop proprietor asked her as he was startled out of his cigarette break by her abrupt outburst.
“No, no, no thank you!”
“I’m sure we have one of these in your size …”
“Shame on you! I’m a devout …”
“Sister … you’re drooling…”
“May God forgive … oh, I have to get out of here!”
Sister Joan started to run home when she bumped into a beautiful goth chick. The neon blue haired beauty sported a shiny new upside down pentagram tattoo on her left upper arm. She slowly drew down her black cat’s eye glasses and looked at Sister Joan. Then she pointed at her tattoo and said, “Oh Sister, you need one of these right … there …” she pointed to Joan’s forehead as she formed a smile on her black painted lips.
“No, no, thank you!” Sister Joan walked away disoriented.
“I can make you an appointment …” the goth chick called after her. “I’ll buy!” she exclaimed and giggled while the Sister fled out of her sight.
Joan somehow made it home and began to pray. While on her knees she imagined her blackened hands with long, black nails clasping together in prayer to her Father Satan. “NO!” she cried aloud. I can’t even pray without the devil’s influence! Stop it STOP IT!
“You are complicit!” Father Blackwell accused her in her mind.
“NO!”
“I’ll see in you in six months so that you can know your true feelings!”
“THESE ARE MY TRUE FEELINGS!” she cried out, abruptly stood up and threw open her clothes closet. “NO!” Sister Joan opened her closet to find not her dull habit and rosary but the XXX shop’s shiny black latex habit coupled with an upside-down pentagram ‘rosary’ hanging from the center of the hanger. “I’m going mad!” she quietly proclaimed to herself in resignation and passed out.
While Joan was asleep she dreamed that Sister Mary visited her. Her former colleague was completely naked and black as coal with horns, hooves, wings and tail. Her forehead was scarred with an upside down pentagram and an open, aware, completely black eye was centered in it. Mary had a long, black, lit joint between her left clawed black fingers.
“Oh Sister Joan, won’t you join me? I hate to toke alone!” Mary spoke with her full pouty lips and drew the joint to her mouth while her other hand began to play with her wet black pussy.
“Oh Sister … it’s so GOOD!” she exclaimed before she inhaled. As she exhaled in Joan’s face she spoke, “You know you want this …” then she pulled her wet fingers up to her black forked tongue and licked them, “and this…”
“Yes, I want this … I want you Mary … I want to be like you … Mmmary … I want to be free … I want you … Satan …” Sister Joan spoke in her half sleep as she woke up.
“I need to call Father Blackwell!”
“Father Blackwell, I confess I AM complicit, I WANT what Mary had … I … I guess this means I have to leave the convent for good …”
“Now, now Sister Joan, calm down, I have an opening at 8:00, why don’t you come over and we’ll talk”
Sister Joan looked at her watch … ‘7:45’! I have to get over there now! Sister Joan opened her closet, sheepishly looked in with a sign a relief and grabbed her plain habit and dressed. Hurry! I must hurry!
“Close the door, Sister Joan. Lock it please!”
“Yes, Father Blackwell”
“So, you admit to being attracted to and complicit with the demonic forces that are haunting you?”
“Yes”
“Would you be open to help from these demons?”
“Yes! But… how? They scare me…”
“So you say… yet, they desire your fellowship because they see something in you that you’ve refused to see… until now, of course” Father Blackwell stroked his beard as he got up from his chair and sat on his desk in front of Sister Joan. “I need to see just how complicit you are Sister Joan” Father Blackwell stood up, unbuckled his belt, unfastened his black pants and pulled them down letting them fall around his feet.
“What are you doing?”
“A test, Sister Joan, I can’t help you unless you … suck my cock …” he calmly stated as he pulled down his underwear.
“Father … I can’t do this …”
“You can and you will Sister! Get down on your knees! NOW!”
Sister Joan complied and stared at Father Blackwell’s dick as he stroked it long and hard.
“Now Sister, let me help you …” Father Blackwell moved a little closer to the front of the tempted nun, wrapped his hands around Sister Joan’s covered head, leaned back against his desk and and drew her to his cock.
“That’s it Sister, wrap your lips around my cock and worship it!”
How is this going to help … mmm”
“Simple, Sister Joan, this act confirms your base desires and welcomes the demons you’ve been shunning to your immortal soul”
How does he know what I’m think…
“Oh silly Joan, you will find out soon! In the meantime, you should concentrate on taking my whole length … that’s it! Concentrate!”
“Mmm … ughhh!”
“Very good Sister, see you’re a natural at this! Now… mmm… oh fuck!
I LIKE THIS!
“Of course you do and so do I! Ohhhh … Now for help … you witnessed your friend’s conversion to a weed demon …”
Oh my god! YES! “Yes Father you believe me!” Sister Joan exclaimed as she stopped sucking and looked at Father Blackwell.
“Concentrate on SUCKING Sister Joan!”
Is his voice higher? Where is his beard?
“All will be revealed, now, suck my whole length! CONCENTRATE SISTER!”
“Mmyesss … ulgh!”
“So you were taken by Sister Mary’s blackened pussy, yes?”
“Ulgh… y’ ulgh…” His voice is higher! And his cock is … shorter!
“Yes, yes, so you were taken by Mary’s rebellious attitude and lustful hunger!”
“Mmmm…”
“And you have your own now don’t you? But what sets a weed demon apart from a lust demon is…”
“Oh god!” Sister Joan quickly stopped sucking and with his dick in her mouth, took a peak at Father Blackwell over his ample, pointy breasts under his priest’s garment. Oh my god! MARY! She screamed in her mind as she saw the familiar yet rapidly changing demonic face of her friend.
“Well done, ‘Sister’, but I insist that you finish me off!” ‘Father’ Mary ‘Blackwell’ clenched Joan’s head harder and forced her mouth over her shrinking dick and climaxed her black seed down her throat.
“Mmm … agh … ulgh … ” LET ME GO YOU’RE HURTING ME! Sister Joan screamed to herself as she felt Mary’s growing claws began to pinch the top of her head.
“As you wish dear!” Mary let Joan’s head free. “Sorry! I”m still not used to having a dick, even if it is temporary!” Mary said with a playful smirk on her black lips. By now she looked like coal made flesh, a horned demonic ‘priest’ with her pointy breasts straining her black shirt and her dick was shrunken down to a wet black clit over a black wet, pussy shining like a wet buoy in a calm sea of black. “So, as I was saying, weed demons like to cut themselves and lace regular weed with their blood… not much is needed… as you saw in that joint I left behind… Satan’s symbol replicates quickly…” Mary laughed. “You might have been tempted when you saw me, but your fate was sealed when you looked at those symbols! After all, that is it’s power over weak minds.. like ours”
“Thank you… thank you Mary…” Sister Joan answered Mary as she wiped the black cum from the corners of her mouth and looked at her blackening fingernails. “It all makes sense now…”
“Yes, and that’s why I can’t leave you without converting you completely … and quickly …”
“Your joint… I didn’t bring your joint!”
“Silly Joan! I am your joint in more ways than one!” Mary exclaimed with a wink. Then she motioned for Sister Joan to stand up. She drew near Joan’s mouth as smoke wisped out from her opening black, full lips. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her.
Sister Joan inhaled.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO