Darla The Demon Smotherer

[Erebus]

Here’s a little something I knocked out this afternoon. It’s not up to much, certainly not in the same league as Cactus Rider, Dark Juggler or Canadian Doc. I wouldn’t waste your time, frankly. See if there’s something good on the telly, that’s what I’m going to do. Ooh! Alan Titchmarsh!


DARLA THE DEMON SMOTHERER

By Erebus (Gentleman, scholar, and man-about-town; references available on request)


A mad, medieval tale of lust, sorcery and domination… (in two parts only because one won’t fit!)


IN THE BEGINNING…

Father Krayle examined the young girl closely. She was eighteen years old, a fraction over five feet in height, and, most delightfully of all, completely naked. Her cloudy brown eyes were hooded demurely, her full red lips closed. With her head bowed forward, her long blonde hair fell around her face, curling over her shoulders. Her flawless neck swept down to the upper curves of her large melon-shaped breasts. A narrow waist served to emphasise the fullness of her bosom, while offering a striking contrast with her broad, womanly hips. The slit at the top of her thighs was long, fat and hairless. Its outer lips shone with sweat and the old priest felt his penis stiffen under his robes.

‘Turn around, please,’ he said, in a voice that bristled with emotion. Darla did as she was told, presenting the long expanse of her back, and the plump, flared canyon of her arse. He sighed audibly and stretched out an arm, cupping one cheek in the palm of his hand. The flesh was firm, yet melted at his touch. Exquisite. Utterly exquisite.

Sliding his hand down, he pushed two fingers into her crack, searching for her anus. He was not surprised to find the muscle warm and sticky. The girl tottered a little and drew a sharp breath.

‘Does this excite you, my child?’ he inquired. ‘Be truthful now.’

‘Yes, Father, it does, I’m sorry, forgive me for I cannot help myself.’

‘There is nothing to forgive,’ he replied. ‘This is a sign from heaven. It shows you are the Chosen One.’

He felt her buttocks tremble around his fingers. ‘I do not understand,’ she said.

‘What is the Chosen One?’

‘It is written in the Book of Ma’al. “And one day a woman shall appear, and she will have the devil in her”.’

‘The devil!’ squealed the girl. ‘Oh, Father, no, say it is not so!’

‘Listen to me, child, for all is not lost. “Though she has the devil in her, a holy man shall draw him out, and from thenceforth she shall be as one with the angels and save the souls of men from Satan”.’

Darla raised one hand and swept back a mane of hair. ‘Am I that girl?’ she breathed. ‘Surely not…’

‘These feelings that you have when touched in a wicked place, they show that Satan is inside of you.’

‘Help me, Father. Save me from the Lord of Darkness, please, I beg you!’ Her voice shook, and was full of misery.

‘Hush my child. All is not lost. Bend forward now, so that I may continue my examination.’

‘I am ashamed, Father,’ she said. ‘If I do as you ask, I will expose my darkest secret to you, that hole no man should ever look upon.’

‘I understand your reticence, my child,’ continued the old priest. ‘Your modesty does you proud. But it is through that tiny opening that Satan enters your body. I must satisfy myself that he dwells within. Only then can I drive him out.’

The girl stiffened. ‘Your eternal soul is at stake,’ he reminded her. ‘You must expose your special place to me.’

For a moment or two she remained stock-still. Then, bowing her head, she reached towards her feet, taking a firm grip on each ankle. Her buttocks lifted sharply, the big, milky globes of her arse parting to expose her ring.

Father Krayle let out a moan of delight as he fixed his eyes on her nut-brown hole. A dusting of fine, almost invisible hairs sprouted from the rim of her tiny crater. He spread his hands, and cupped each cheek, savouring the warm, solid touch of her flesh. His heart thumping, he lowered his face into her moist divide, pressing his nose into the well of her anus. Darla shuddered, whether from fear or excitement, he could not tell. But he didn’t care; his entire universe was focused now on her taut, quivering hole...

[Erebus]

OK - possibly three parts!

DARLA THE DEMON SMOTHERER

IN THE BEGINNING … (continued)

He drew a deep breath, through both nostrils, and nearly swooned. Darla sensed his distress and said, ‘Are you all right, Father? Is anything wrong?’

The old man recovered himself quickly. Her aroma was exquisite: warm and pungent, like damp earth. He wanted to force his head into her back passage and remain there forever. ‘Don’t worry, my child,’ he told her. ‘I was sniffing for the devil, for he has a particular smell that gives him away.’

Darla shuddered tightly. ‘Is he within me, Father?’ she asked. ‘Is the devil in my bottom?’

Father Krayle took another deep breath before responding. ‘He is, my child,’ he answered her quietly. ‘You are possessed by Satan.’

‘Then I am lost!’ she cried, and he felt her body convulse with fear.

‘Not so!’ he reassured her. ‘There is a way to save you, though I hesitate to even mention it.’

‘What is it, Father? Oh, please, Father, help me, I don’t want to go to hell!’

‘I must kiss you on your bottom-hole,’ he whispered, his lips trembling around the words, his heart racing fit to burst. ‘And in doing so, it may be possible to suck the devil from your loins.’

‘Oh, Father!’ she cried. ‘You would do that for me? You would kiss me on my hairy little mouth?’

‘I would, my child. To save you from eternal damnation!’

‘You are a saint, Father. I do not believe there is another man alive who would offer to suckle me in such a fashion.’

‘Doubtless you are right!’ he agreed. ‘Now prepare yourself!’ he continued, adjusting his grip, and positioning his mouth over her hole. He took one last sniff, and heaved with pleasure. Then he extended his tongue and flicked at the rim of her anus. She sighed and he felt her wobble.

‘I am sending in my tongue to seek him out,’ he explained. ‘The devil cannot abide to be tickled. It will weaken him considerably.’

‘I am not afraid,’ she answered. ‘Enter me, Father, and drive out our eternal foe!’

‘I will! I will!’ he cried and closed his mouth around her ring. Pushing his tongue into her arse was no easy matter, for with each thrust her rectum closed against the invader. But little by little he eased himself home, until he was lodged as far as he was able, her anus impaled on his tongue. He tried to wriggle inside her, but it was impossible, so instead he suckled gently, chewing on the engorged crater of flesh.

Releasing her buttocks, he slid his hands round to her cunt, his fingers stroking up and down her sex, grazing the slit, feeling for her clitoris. Finding it, he rolled her nub with the pad of his thumb. She closed her thighs and whimpered feebly.

‘Oh, Father,’ she moaned, ‘What is happening to me?’

With his mouth full of arse, he was unable to respond, though he knew the answer well enough. She was close now, very close, and reluctantly he pulled himself free, his face drenched in sweat and saliva.

‘We must hurry,’ he told her, easing himself onto the floor and stretching flat out.
‘The devil is on his way!’

Darla had fallen to her knees and was shuddering. ‘My hole is on fire,’ she moaned.
‘What is happening to me?’

‘Satan plans to exit from your cunt and arse,’ he told her. ‘Your body feels pleasure because it is ridding itself of evil. But we must not let him flee, we must capture him.’

Darla’s head was swinging left and right, and there were tears running down her face. Her breasts wobbled freely and her bottom shook . ‘How, Father,’ she whimpered, ‘How – how shall we capture him?’

‘You must sit on my face, child, and wriggle as you have never wriggled before. At the moment of your explosion, you must force both holes inside my mouth, or as much as you are able. I will take the devil into my body and hold him captive.’

‘But he – he will destroy you, Father – he – he is too strong…’

‘I will change his substance,’ explained the old man, ‘and render him helpless’. Father Krayle yanked up his robe, exposing his fully erect cock. ‘Behold the rod of life!’

‘Oh, Father!’ squealed Darla, delving between her legs and rubbing at her clitoris. ‘You are so big!’

‘It is the weapon with which we shall vanquish the hornéd beast!’ he announced triumphantly. ‘You must sit on my head and milk me as you would a cow. Satan will emerge in the form of a white cream. It is nothing to worry about. It will rob him of his power and we shall both be saved.’

‘Can it work?’ asked Darla.

‘It must!’ yelled Father Krayle. ‘Now get a move on, girl, or we are doomed!’

[Erebus]

Let’s hope this is the end!

DARLA THE DEMON SMOTHERER

IN THE BEGINNING … (continued)

‘You are a brave man, Father!’ breathed Darla, as she swung her legs either side of the priest’s head and lowered her rump onto his face.

‘Indeed I am!’ he agreed. ‘Now waste no more time. Mount me with your naked arse and smother without mercy!’

‘I will, Father!’ she cried. ‘And I shall offer Satan no quarter!’

And with that Darla dropped her backside onto the old man’s face and began to wriggle fiercely. Such was her pleasure as she ground her sex across his nose and mouth that she quite forgot, for several seconds, the need to milk her mentor’s shaft. Remembering belatedly, she closed her fist around his cock and squeezed gently. His body leapt beneath her, legs splayed, hands clawing at the stone flag floor.

‘Come out, Satan!’ she cried. ‘I know you’re in there!’

And then she erupted, her pussy lips convulsing strongly. She tightened her thighs and bore down hard on the old man’s face. Darla was only vaguely aware of flooding his mouth, and not at all that he was out of breath and choking on her engorged slit. Breaking through the trance-like state into which she had fallen, she focused on his cock, tugging it up and down, stroking rapidly. His penis went still for an instant, then jumped sharply, once, twice. A moment later, gobbets of white hot spunk jetted from the eye of his glans, splattering his belly.

Now that she could see her foe, Darla pumped the old man’s cock for all she was worth, fearful that even the smallest drop of devil’s milk might remain behind and infect the priest. He for his part continued to thresh wildly under her arse, unable to breathe, suffocating slowly, and enjoying every moment.

Only when his cock refused to give up any more fluid, and jerked uselessly in her hand, did the young girl finally release her grip on the priest’s head. A thunderous roar broke from between her buttocks as she rose, the old man wheezing as he gulped down lungfuls of air.

As for Darla, she collapsed in a heap, hugging herself and weeping softly.

‘Did we defeat the Lord of Darkness?’ she asked, when both had recovered their breath.

The old man nodded, cleaning his belly with straw. ‘The devil has gone,’ he answered in a shaky voice. ‘And your power has been confirmed.’

She looked puzzled, sitting in front of him, with her knees drawn up under her chin, still naked, and trembling a little.

‘You are the Chosen One,’ he reminded her. ‘She who was first possessed by Satan and who, having had him expunged from her loins, will banish him from the bodies of others.’

‘How shall I perform this miracle?’ she inquired.

‘As you performed this one,’ answered the priest. ‘Whenever a man is possessed, it is your sacred duty to sit astride his head – whether he likes it or not – and drive the devil into his penis. There, with rapid strokes, you will expel the Dark Lord from his victim’s shaft.’

‘And this is holy work?’ she queried, still looking somewhat bemused.

‘Without a doubt,’ said the priest. ‘Of course, should you refuse the challenge…’

‘No!’ The girl’s face filled with colour. ‘This is sacred work, and I will not shirk my duty.’

The old man staggered to his feet. ‘Stand up,’ he told her, and sighed as the young girl’s limbs unfolded effortlessly. She stood before him, naked, with her legs apart, hands on her hips, looking every inch the warrior he had hoped for.

‘You must recite your sacred oath,’ he told her, racking his brains for a suitable form of words.

‘I will,’ she answered.

‘Then place one hand over your woman’s cunt,’ he commanded, ‘and the other between your buttocks. A finger in your hole, if you can manage it.’

‘Any finger?’ asked the young girl.

The old man’s knees turned to jelly. ‘Any finger,’ he repeated feebly. ‘These are symbols, as it were. You close both your cunt and your arse to Satan. Now repeat after me: I, Darla…’

‘I, Darla…’

‘Swear before God that I will use my body for its sacred purpose.’

She did.

‘Whenever the devil has entered a man’s soul, I will sit on his head and expel the Lord of Darkness through the eye of his cock.’

She did.

‘I will never allow myself to be shifted until I have completed my sacred work.’

She did.

‘And, furthermore, I will accept Father Krayle as my adviser, bowing to his judgment in all matters.’

She did.

‘Then I think we are almost done.’ He coughed. ‘As a sign of your fealty, you may now kneel down and pay me homage.’

Her frown told him that she did not understand, so he lifted up his robe and presented his cock.

‘In times of need,’ he explained, ‘you may draw comfort from my shaft. Now that Satan has been driven from me, my milk is like manna from heaven and will refresh and strengthen you.’

Darla beamed. ‘I am tired now, Father. If it is not too much of an imposition, might I go down on you?’

He shrugged. ‘Of course, my child. Never be afraid to ask. My cock will always be here for you.’

Her mouth puckered sweetly. ‘You are so kind, Father. I know it must weaken you, and yet you do not deny me. You are a good man.’

He waved his hands expansively. ‘I am here to serve.’

Darla said nothing, but instead dropped to her knees, placed her hands on his hips and closed her mouth around his penis. At once, the limp muscle unfurled and rose into a column. He rested both hands on her head, curling his fingers through clumps of her hair.

Soon they would begin her training, and for both of them it would prove arduous in the extreme.

But just for now, it was time to relax…

[snow_straddle]

Absolutely great story Erebus! I think I may be possessed:D

[Canadian Doc :-)]

Erebus you crazy bugger. What cam I say about this little pice of work other than as usual, it made for a great read. Thanks

[mrbig39_99]

great story man I think Im I need her help the devil has got me.That was a great story:2guns: :2guns: :2guns:

[Slackjaw]

Your name may go down in history as one of the great facesitting story writers. Please write more!

[Rich]

That story made me laugh out loud. :D It's just great. I plan to share it with my friends that can deal with such things. Please write more! You have a talent. :thumbsup:

[Pete96uk]

Great story.

Rich's reply is spot on.

I'm hooked! Definately, more please.


Peter.

[wings]

erebus..That was a great story! Very entertaining! You Have some talent, and I hope you will post more stories in the future in a similer style. Thanks

[BERTS]

I would like to echo all the previous writers' remarks. Great please keep them coming.

[Erebus]

I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's been kind enough to post a comment. I appreciate it.

Can't say when I'll write another story, but it's nice to know that, if I do, there are a few people out there prepared to read it. What worries me is that there have, so far, been over 1900 views. Does that mean at least 1900 people hated it?

Yikes!

Thanks again.

E

[andyc]

Great stuff !!

As to the 1900 it tells you something about participants and lurkers........

[al-uk]

Hey Erebus,
Its great to see you here- you really gave style to the old board - any idea where old doc is these days?

Cheers Al-uk

[fazzrap]

I think anyone into facesitting in the least bit probably loved the story. (I know I did.) But, I think a lot of people don't reply cause they think everyone has already said "Great Story", "Keep up the great work", etc. I am sure it takes a lot of time and effort to produce something like this. I wish I had the talent to do it, but when I have attempted it, it sounded like it was written by a 10 year old. Please don't let peoples' silence deter you from writing more.

Write on, Erebus!!

[Erebus]

Thanks again for the friendly and encouraging replies. As I said before, I appreciate it.

Al - you should be able to find Doc on the other board. Like me, he's been keeping a low profile of late but, just like me, has recently re-emerged.

Always good to know you're around - the life and soul of the UK f/s scene. I always enjoy your updates and pics. Keep up the good work. If they ever decide to strike a medal for services above and beyond the call of duty, I can't think of anyone who deserves it more!

And as I say, thanks again - to everyone.

E

[al-uk]

Hi Erebus,
Not sure where I would pin the medal, but its a nice thought! When you say 'the other board' could you be more specific- or is it dangerous to mention it here?

Great to be back in UK!

Cheers Al

[UncleD]

Unbelievable story Erebus!!!! Well done!! I like that you wrote it without using excessive swearing, typical vulgar porno talk, love the creative style.

Give me a shout via email or icq, I'd love to post your work on my new http://www.smotherme.com site and my main site http://www.touchyourtoes.com site

[UncleD]

Unbelievable story Erebus!!!! Well done!! I like that you wrote it without using excessive swearing, typical vulgar porno talk, love the creative style.

Give me a shout via email or icq, I'd love to post your work on my new http://www.smotherme.com site and my main site http://www.touchyourtoes.com site

Give me a shout on email uncled @ touchyourtoes.com

or icq 55040221

[Logan]

Well done Erebus, it is a welcome change of story from the norm



Logan

[Erebus]

Logan, as always, thank you for your kind remarks. Thanks, too, Uncle D. I'm about to email you as asked.

All the best, guys.

E

[REBJava]

Thats gonna be a great story Erebus. It already has a fantastic start. And I do thnk you are close to being on par with CJ and Dark Rider.

Perhaps the girls ends up making a deal with the devil and goes back to even the score with Father "K"

That would be an interesting twist.

Thanks again

[theboysavage]

Hello E.

Quite brilliant as usual - You are without equal!! - I Hope you don't mind, but I've downloaded this one for my old (even older!) age reading club at the mission. You see, we take it in turns and old Ezra says that he would like a change from Homer`s good book.......He`s still waiting for Marge to appear and I don't have the heart to tell him!

There is a double thank you from this end - DocetteJ would like a signed copy please.

Hello Al. If you read this - I am still around, watching and keeping my eye on you. I`ve been absent during my move to a remote part of these Isles. I have however managed to find a steam powered modem, that when combined with a suitable length of metal coat-hanger, allows me look at the naughty pages again. Keep flying the flag on the UK FS front - You ARE our hero :-).

My sympathy for all you North London and Mancunian followers out there, but as the man said - He is the special one. I'll crow now and make the most of it. Last time this happened (1955) I was a mere youth of 61.



Best wishes to you all, and thank you for allowing me to view this quality board,

Best wishes,



Doc

[al-uk]

Hey Doc,
Great to hear from you... I think I last saw you somewhere on Mistress Sitters board... but its really great that you are back here posting... look forward to hearing your comments...

cheers and all the best

Al

[Erebus]

I'm an old man now and don't keep up with my post as I should. So a belated thanks for the comments.

'Theboy' lives! This is excellent news. I feared you might have been taken over by a Russian billionaire and forced to win the European Cup - or something of that ilk.

REB - I've toyed with writing a sequel, in which Darla continues to make the world a safer place by sitting on as many heads as possible - whether they deserve it or not. It's just a matter of finding the time. (Of course, if she can make the effort, I really should, too.)

Should any women on the board wish me to continue, have yourselves bathed in oil and round to my tent by midnight.

Till next we meet...

E :)

[editor]

That is a great story! Aren't you btw the guy who posted a while ago those cartoon-strips with a girl in a chair while smothering someone(i remember the truck-scene)

[Erebus]

Hi, Editor - and thanks for your kind words.

As for the cartoons - if only! That was Aengus. I wish I had his ability with the pencil, I'd abandon the scribbling in favour of art. Just think of the pics you could come up with!

Thanks again - all the best,

E