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Fiction by Krueler.
Introduction
"Just another day."
The Priest checked his face in the mirror by the door. The lines of age just starting to form at his eyes caused a slight frown to shadow his demeanor. His full head of hair was graying nicely at the temples with small streaks throughout giving him that salt and pepper look people claimed was "distinguished". He had also begun to notice a few gray strands in his goatee. His hair reached a little past his shouldlers and he flicked it back with a smile playing across his mismatched eyes. It took a second look usually, but the hazel green of one eye and the blue of the other was always striking when people noticed. Another flick of the hair made sure it didn't cover the collar of his chosen profession. The warm smile played again with a slight shake of the head.
"Vanity...I beg forgiveness in advance, but I know I need to look the part." He mumbled
The Priest walked on down the hall, whispering in low tones. The canvas bag holding his gear bounced heavily against his leg as he shifted it from the right hand to the left. He then extended his now free right hand in the usual greeting as a warm inviting smile lit up his face.
"Good evening, Mr. Fogarty. I'm Father Krueler. I was informed that you are in need of...specialized attention for your daughter?"
Mr. Fogarty accepted the offered firm handshake with a relieved smile. The nervous family had called him to perform an exorcism upon the daughter recently returned from college. Mr. Fogarty nodded and pointed at the stairs leading up to the second floor of the home.
"Yes, Father. She's up in her room. She hasn't been the same since she returned from college. We're sure that an unclean spriit has taken possession of her. She was the sweetest little thing before leaving for college. Always obedient, kind, cheerful and bright. Now there is a demon in her body. She's always angry, rebellious...violent and confrontational with streams of obscenities. That's not our daughter at all."
Father Krueler smiled his confident smile once again and patted the distraught father on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, sir. If I find a true possession here, I'll deal with it in the manner in which I've been trained. First, we need to establish some important ground rules, you and I. I work in a very specific manner and I work alone. I will not be responsible for the safety of you or the rest of your family if you chose to disobey my rules. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Father Krueler."
"Good. Now the rules are very simple and very explicit. First and foremost under no circumstances, no matter what you hear or experience are you to open the door to your daughters room once I enter. My appearence is bound to encite all manner of screaming, wailing, begging and violence from the possessed but you must NEVER interfere. I am well equipped to deal with threats to my person spiritually, mentally and physically if needs be. I am also well aware of the consequences if this goes poorly. In such a case, I risk only myself. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father Krueler."
"Second, I require no interruptions from outside the room. No knocking. No asking questions. No ringing phones. No distractions of any type once I close the door behind me. It is crucial that I keep my full concentration on the matters at hand. Send the rest of your family to a hotel if you feel it's needed to keep them from bothering my work. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father Krueler."
"Finally, if you feel you cannot control yourself, leave this house. I would prefer it if you remained in case I have need of something but I will not have you breaking the first two rules above all else. If I have need of something I do not have with me, I will call out for you. Otherwise remain downstairs. If you do not answer, I will simply do without. Do you understand?"
"Yes...she will be alright after this, Father?"
"It is my hope that I can cure her, Mr Fogarty but it may require more than one session. I cannot offer you false hope but I will do my best to see that she is returned to obedience and discipline. I may have to return here to continue my work if one session is not sufficient. In such a case, I caution you not to believe whatever lies the demon spews about me to make you keep me from returning. The possessed are quite...imaginitive in the lies they will use to keep a priest away. Now, I think it's time I go up and introduce myself. Stay here, please."
The priest ascended the stairs slowly and opened a side pocket in the canvas bag to remove a faded stained washcloth and a bottle of liquid. He knelt by the door and doused the rag with the liquid before placing the bottle back and zipping the bag closed. Knocking once, he waited. The angry stomps coming to open the door signaled the approach of Emily Fogarty.
"I thought I told you to leave me ALONE! I'm doing something...im..port...ant?"
The voice trailed off and the door came open with a whooshing sound to revel a woman just out of her teens with flashing angry eyes and a confused look that was to be expected at the sight of a priestly stranger when you are expecting someone else.
Father Krueler didn't give the woman time to collect her wits before he stepped into the room and snaked behind her, wrapping one arm around her to hold her tight while the rag came up to clamp firmly in front of her mouth and nose.
"Shhh. Don't worry, my pet. Everything will soon become clear. I promise."
When the young miss Fogarty awoke, she found herself tied and bound in the nude to her bed. She sucked in air to scream then noted the thick gag that silenced her cry before it even began.
The priest walked into her line of vision and leaned in to examine her now naked body. He spoke in a soft but powerful resonating voice that caused her a strange tingling and she gave up struggling to listen.
"Well, pet, it appears that you are possessed of a rebellious nature that your family cannot endure. The have called me an asked my assistance in dealing with your impudence. I have promised them that you will learn discipline and obedience again, and I WILL see to it that such occurs. My methods may seem rather unchristian to you as you lie there completely under my control. I can only remind you that the Spanish Inquistion was a very christian piece of history. I have only found a way to put ancient techniques to a more... positive outcome. Don't worry, pet. I give you the same promises I give everyone I save. I promise you just as much pain as you can take, and no more. I promise you just as much punishment as your impudence requires, and no more. I promise you just as much reward as your obiedence deserves and no more. I promise you just as much discipline as your rebellion brings and no more. I promise you just as much pleasure as your body can stand...and much more."
Father Krueler stepped back from the bed and went over to open the canvas bag he had placed on a nearby dresser. From it he pulled a blindfold and two medium length floggers. He began flipping the flogs back and forth in unison to warm up. After a moment of that, he placed them at the foot of the bed and moved to place the blindfold on his new friend.
Emily Fogarty even lifted her head slightly to accept the blindfold, bringing that warm comforting smile to Father Krueler's face. He picked up the floggers again and let them slide across her naked body, enticing a shiver from the prone woman.
"So, my little pet...let us begin."
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