The Curse

By Razor Blade

Aiden Fisk is a freelance adult website photographer who sells his work to high end distributors, but when his buyers dry up he turns to a demon to help him get back on track. With the aid of a tag along named Brianna, he tries to avoid the authorities when a shoot goes bad and a model turns up dead. The story contains both supernatural and murder suspense elements along with a background in the porn industry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Razor Blade
• Release date: Nov 4, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370131563

Razor Blade

My first book was published 20 years ago and is on this site. It is called Morning Star. My style is over the top absurd and crazy, I can't write a boring book. I have explored many types of genre's and like to explore different ideas. My favorite subjects are religious in nature and often use God, angels and Demons as characters. I don't write cookie cutter books and I don't really read all that much. I am a creator more than a consumer. I know what I like and I don't feel I need to read other's works in order to plagiarize their themes and ideas. I don't agree that you have to be a reader to be a good writer, you just need talent and good imagination.

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The Curse

Copyright 2014 Razor Blade

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Chapter 1

Sister Mary

Sister Mary heard the door to the shower open, turned and was shocked to see Sister Anne standing behind her nude. The shower stall was small and the spray bounced off Mary’s back pelting Anne in the face. Anne raised her hand to block the water from hitting her in the eyes and reached up to the shower head to adjust the spray down.

Sister Anne, what are you doing here? Mary asked looking upon the naked woman rubbing her breast to breast.

Anne said nothing, but reached around Mary’s wide hips and pulled her close. Close enough the two women squeezed together and slid around in the hot spray from the shower. Anne took soap from the tray and rubbed it on Mary’s chest and watched the foam slide down between her firm round breasts. She then looked up at Mary and moved in for a kiss.

No! This is wrong! Mary yelled. Anne had been at the Church of St. Andrew for years and had been there for longer than any other sister in the last thirty years. She ran the church and everyone knew it, not even the priest had as much power as she did. No one told Anne what to do, and Mary felt powerless.

You will do as I say, without question, Anne replied cupping the other Sister’s breast in her hand. Mary had only been at this church for a few months, and at one other church since becoming a sister and never met anyone like Anne before. Anne moved in close and licked Mary’s neck, sliding her tongue up to her ear where she put it inside and rolled. She could feel the goose bumps on Mary’s back where her other hand was placed and it turned her on.

This can’t be right, Mary said spitting water from the shower out her mouth.

Oh, it’s more than right, Anne said whispering back into Mary’s ear and sliding her hand down between Mary’s legs.

Mary leaned back against the shower wall and gave in, she knew she couldn’t stop Anne from what she was doing so she let go and allowed her to do to her what she wanted. Then it stopped. Anne pulled her finger out of Mary and leaned back looking her in the face.

I have something for you, something very special, Anne said. I want you to dry off and meet me in the bedroom. Anne stepped out of the shower and toweled off leaving Mary to finish her shower. Freaked and scared, Mary took her time, thinking about what Anne had planned.

Mary stepped into the bedroom wrapped in a towel. She immediately saw Anne lying on her back on the bed fingering herself holding what looked like a candle in her hand.

On the bed, Anne commanded, and drop the towel.

Mary slowly crawled onto the bed keeping an eye on what Anne had in her hand. Where did you get that? she asked.

From the altar, Anne replied. Lay on your back and bend your knees, she commanded.

Mary scooted over so she had plenty of room and laid on her back. Anne spread Mary’s legs apart and got into position to insert the candle.

Don’t do this, please, Mary plead.

Anne paid no attention to the plea and lined up the tapered end of the candle to Mary’s vagina. She pushed to enter it inside, but she was dry and had a difficult time getting it to enter. She then pulled the candle out, placed the tip in her mouth to get it moist and then tried to enter it in Mary again. This time it slid in easily. Once inside, Anne began to masturbate Mary pushing and pulling the candle in and out in a rhythm. Mary lay on her back with her eyes closed pretending nothing was happening, trying to ignore what her fellow Sister was doing to her.

How do you like that? Anne asked.

Mary refused to answer.

Answer me or I’ll make it hurt.

It already does hurt, Mary replied.

I bet it does, Anne said with a smile. Give it some time, you will come to enjoy it. I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve had something down there. A finger maybe? Anne asked with a chuckle.

No, I’ve never touched myself, ever, Mary replied.

That’s too bad, what a waste, Anne said as she continued to stroke the candle in and out.

I don’t want to talk about this, just get it over.

We have all night.

Mary grit her teeth and kept her eyes closed as the other Sister continued to molest her with an altar candle. As minutes went by all she could do was pray that the act would end. Then she felt Anne’s lips wrap around her nipple and began to suck. Her tongue spun around the tip of her nipple and then expand outward. Then she stopped sucking her tit and raised her head to look at Mary who was in what looked like a trance.

Look at me, Anne said.

Mary ignored her.

Angry, Anne shoved the candle in deep and got the reaction she was looking for. Mary opened her eyes in shock from the pain.

Don’t ignore me, Anne said pulling the candle from Mary’s vagina. Anne took the candle and placed it in her mouth sucking off the juice covering it.

Must not have hated it that much, Anne said with a grin. Tastes like me when I use the candle.

Please stop, Mary asked knowing the answer she’d get. She was too scared to get up and run away, she felt the pressure from the woman who was her superior and knew it would be difficult to prove to anybody that Anne would do anything wrong. She had been there too long and had too much power. Powerless, Mary had to give in and let this other woman do to her what she wanted. She knew the priest would do nothing, he was a scared, timid man who only seemed to go through the motions of his calling. Or was it a calling anymore?

Then a male voice spoke up from the doorway, Sister Anne, is that a candle from the altar? he asked.

Mary looked over and to her shock and horror, it was the very man she was thinking of. It was Fr. Daniel, dressed in his black suit and wearing his collar. She spun around and faced away from the Father trying her best to cover her nude body from his view. She knew she would be in trouble now and began to shake in fear.

Yes father, it is, Anne replied.

Make sure you put it back when you are finished, Fr. Daniel replied.

Mary heard his reply and turned her head back to face the Father. Put it back? Is that all you have to say? Mary asked.

The Father stepped into the bedroom and looked down at Mary who was lying on her side, covering her breasts with her arms and curled up in a fetal position trying to keep from showing her nude body. Yes, I don’t want to get out a new one if I don’t have to, they cost twenty dollars for a set of twelve.

Are you blind? Mary asked. Can’t you see what’s going on here? What she’s doing to me?

Yes, I’m well aware of what’s going on here, the Father replied.

Are you going to do something?

Anne got off the bed and walked over to the priest and stood behind him. What do you want him to do? He likes boys. Anne replied with a smile.

That’s not completely true, Fr. Daniel replied.

Do you want to have her? Anne asked. I’d love to watch.

Maybe, I’ll have to pray on it first, the Father replied. In the meantime, you can have her.

Yes Father, Anne said. She stepped around the priest and got back on the bed, This time she mounted Mary from the top and forced the other sister to lay on her back. Anne placed her left hand around Mary’s neck and pushed her down on the bed just firm enough to pin her down but not obstruct her breathing. She slid her other hand down between her legs and began to masturbate her. Anne looked over to the priest who was now sitting in the corner on a chair watching.

Are you praying Father? Anne asked.

Yes, the priest replied, his eyes glued to what Anne was doing.

Is there anything you would like me to do?

Taste her, the Father replied.

Willing to please, Anne crawled off of Mary and spun around mounting her in reverse. She laid down upon Mary and placed her mouth firmly on Mary and began to lick. Mary closed her eyes again.

For what seemed like hours, Anne raped Mary for the pleasure of the priest. Then the priest spoke up, It's time, he said and approached the bed in the nude. Neither of the women noticed him strip, but now he was at the side of the bed, with a full erection.

Anne slid off of Mary and allowed the priest to get on the bed. On all fours, like a dog, the priest said to Mary. Mary complied, slowly, but managed to get up and hang her head down in shame. The priest got into position from behind and penetrated Mary. She gave out a scream of pain. Mary wasn’t ready for size of the priest who was now pounding away at her huffing and puffing as he went.

Mary did her best to keep quiet praying this would end soon, and for her sake it did as the priest let loose his load inside her and pulled out. It didn’t take but a few minutes, and the priest was back in his chair, still nude, wiping off his cock with a towel from the bathroom.

Mary lay on the bed, in tears, not knowing what to do. Everything she ever knew was wrong. All the bringing up, the life she had hoped for gone in a few minutes as she watched the man who ran her church drop a towel on the floor.

Anne walked around the bed and looked down at Mary who was now lying in a ball shaking. Take another shower, you don’t want that stuff sticking to you.

Mary heard what Anne said but didn’t react to her.

Did you hear me?

Yes Sister.

Get in the shower now, you don’t know what I will do to you next time if you don’t.

Mary crawled to the side of the bed and sat with her head down at her knees. She didn’t want to stand naked in front of the two authorities who had just raped her. Then she heard a voice she didn’t recognize coming from the Father.

I have sat idle for too long, the voice said. It came from the nude priest sitting in the chair, but it wasn’t his voice. I have stood by and watched you make a mockery of your God for too long and now I have come to intervene.

Who are you? Anne asked in shock. What happened to the Father?

The priest has gone nowhere, the voice replied. Are you too blind to see with your own eyes?

Anne stood confused. Then answer my first question, who are you? Where did you come from? Are you an angel? A demon?

I am both, and neither, the voice replied. It is no matter to you, I am here to make right what you have made wrong.

You said, Your God, why do you care about my God?

You are a hypocrite, and you will pay for you hypocrisy. I could care less about your God, I do care about those who make a mockery of their word for their own benefit.

What are you going to do? Anne asked.

I have come to curse you, to make you pay for the sin you have committed, the voice replied.

Sin? Are you a God?

The voice laughed and replied, No that is absurd, I would never sink to the level of a God.

With a lump in her throat, and sweat pouring off her body, Anne asked. What do you mean? What curse?

From this time onward, you will live with three curses. The first will be short life, the second, intolerable illness and the third, great power, power you can’t control.

Chapter 2

40 Years Later

Thursday evening at Our Lady of the Sacred Heart church and Fr. Graaf had been hearing confession for three hours with one hour to go. Listening through the window to a parishioner, he was stunned after his door swung open to see a man he didn’t recognize standing outside looking down upon him.

Excuse me, I’m taking confession, you can sit in the gallery until I’m finished, Fr. Graaf said politely but firmly. He was a tad pissed.

The man stepped in close and said, Get up.

Fr. Graaf looked up at the man like he had just said the most absurd thing he had ever heard. I told you I’m busy, I’ll get to you when I’m done, he snapped back.

This is more important than listening to bullshit, the man said.

More important than confession? the Father asked. Who are you? he asked.

Aiden Fisk, the man replied. Not sure why that matters, now get your ass up before I drag you out.

Calm down my son.

Calm down? Are you shitting me? And what’s up with this Son Shit, I said get your ass out now. You have to the count of three.

Fr. Graff gave Aiden the look of a parent who was scolding a child. No, I won’t, and you have to leave before I call the police.

Fuck you, Aiden said and pulled a pistol from behind his back. He aimed the gun at the Father and said, One.

The Father was shocked, but kept his cool. This won’t get you anywhere.

Two, Aiden said firmly, gritting his teeth and pushing the gun in closer.

What purpose will shooting me solve?"

Aiden turned the gun towards the confession window, towards the parishioner that had been listening quietly on the other side of the partition. Three, Aiden said and pulled the trigger shooting the person sitting on the other side through the thin wall.

What are you doing? Fr. Graaf yelled.

Aiden pointed the gun back at Fr. Graaf and said, Now you getting up?

Fr. Graaf held up his hand as if to block any bullet that might come his way. Yes, I’m coming, he said and stood up. What about her? he asked looking at the bullet hole.

Aiden aimed the gun back at the wall and shot two more times, then he heard a thump as if a body had just