Taking Carrie's Soul Ch. 08
When we reached home, I was eager to check on the ladies from the missionary journey. I imagined them seated in the pews with their dejected husbands, black kids, and breasts full of milk, something I had longed for quite some time. I was curious about how the adoption agency led by Alfred and Carrie had prospered, especially with the plethora of stunning livestock at their disposal.
Alas, it was not the case. It appeared the pompous jerks couldn't fathom accepting their wives once they bore black babies, considering them suitable vessels for breastfeeding unwanted black kids. They all opted for divorce, except for Laura, the lovely red-headed woman. Her spouse had left her, yet she remained within the church, though not singing in the choir anymore, now seated at the back seats instead. As the congregation was about to leave, I stopped her and inquired about her well-being. She was thrilled to encounter me, inquiring if I could reach Atu, father of her child, and inquire whether she could reunite with him to marry. For him, she meant more than her soul; he owned her body and mind.
Upon receiving her address and contact info, I promised her that I would do what I could. I rejoiced in the memory of the exhilarating throat and esophagus sex I had indulged in with her and how spectacular she seemed as Atu held her slender legs, lodging his gigantic penis in her ass. I fervently imagined spending some time reacquainting myself with her, making her believe she was regaining Atu's affection under my command.
Upon inquiry, I discovered Brenda had no idea where Alfred and Tanya had vanished to alongside their twins. She disclosed that she finally revealed everything that transpired to her husband, Joel. After undergoing an extended period of separation and marriage counseling, Joel had been persuaded Brenda had done all this to safeguard him and their ministry.
I reminded her that I still possessed her soul and could demand her services at any moment. I inquired if she had divulged this to Joel. She mentioned she had, while lowering her head, softly mentioning that she still harbored dreams of the orgasms we shared and had attempted but in vain to forget them. I provided her a hug and asserted, "Don't fret, baby, we'll share more of those moments."
With Joel standing behind us, glaring angrily but visibly crushed, Brenda hugged me tightly and whispered, "Oh God, grant me release soon; I yearn for those sensations so desperately." I kissed her cheek and replied, "Soon, baby, soon."
I eventually tracked down where Carrie resided and visited her. When she opened the door, the dread on her face was striking. Upon a trickle of tears descending her cheek, she uttered, "I assumed you were gone for good and could restart my normal life." I chuckled loudly and raised her chin upward, gazing into her eyes and declaring, "You're mine, you're a whore, we have many good times ahead; let's see how your ass fares, let's have sex!"
After a few hours of ravaging Carrie's body, we lay in bed, discussing how our liaison commenced, the lunch breaks, the company trips, her romance with her daughter-in-law Stephanie. With a vacant stare, she locked eyes with me and shared how much she detested me and how she survived wholeheartedly anticipating my demise.
I disclosed to her there was a way to restore her soul back to her and withdraw completely from her life, but it'd be her decision. She'd need to find and arrange her substitute. A pure angel as she was when I initially abducted her, I mentioned how I considered Renea might be the one, though her husband's affection remained robust, at least so far. As soon as I located the appropriate woman to form a family with, I'd establish her sovereignty, returning her soul.
A week later, I ensured Bryan and Renea attended our weekly church service. There we sat on the second row, me, Renea, and Bryan with my black infant positioned between them alongside Renea's bulging midriff harboring her baby propelled by Bryan. The comments about her expecting Bryan's or his baby instigated satiety. The congregation's whispers and jabs as they hinted, "I wonder if she's pregnant with Bryan's or his baby?" were entirely satisfying.
The day arrived for Renea to give birth to Bryan's child. Bryan was overjoyed, he inquired if they could adopt my child and proceed with their life together. I contemplated this, even offering to take my son back to my village with Renea and allow Bryan to raise his own child alone. But Bryan refused these conditions.
The nurse reappeared after a short time, informing us that Renea was in labor. She inquired if Bryan desired to attend the delivery. It did not take long for Bryan to emerge carrying the freshly born baby. It seemed we had waited too long to allow Bryan to climax inside Renea, when I pulled the blanket away, Renea had birthed a Black baby, clearly my offspring.
Bryan handed me the baby and in a daze, he slowly exited the room, muttering, "That's it, I'm done, she's all yours, tell her I'm finished." Upon opening her eyes, Renea inquired after Bryan, only to find myself holding her newborn Black infant. She broke down, screaming, "Oh, no, please, no! This can't be, where's Bryan?" Upon relaying Bryan's words and actions, Renea fell apart, and bawled, "Go to hell, why? How could you do this?"
I explained to her my yearning for a different outcome, I wanted to spend my life with her in my native village, but it was not meant to be. I, too, felt done with both Renea and Bryan. I informed her I could assist in her return to the village and make arrangements for her to serve the elders or young men her age. As her body grew useless to me, her sagging breasts, loose and broad shoulders, used-up vagina, even her face was unappealing. She was just another ravaged sexual partner.
Dejected, I phoned Brenda, requested she meet me at the Starlite Motel as soon as feasible and if Joel saw her, he could join if he believed she would be safe and maintain her position in his life. If not, he should be notified she might be out of touch for a day or two, and I required her support to regain my focus and determine how much of her body I would need for that.
Brenda arrived with an overnight bag at the Starlite Motel; to my amazement, Joel accompanied her. He slowly approached me, tenderly stating, "I know you're a repellant individual, and I've prayed for you to leave us alone but I cherish my wife, and if she requires someone like you to fulfill her sexual urges, I will participate in any way conceivable to ensure her safety and keep her close to me."
I gazed into his eyes and stated, "No uncertainty expressed, I wish you strength for this. I'm about to show you what you'll experience when you witness what happens to your wife." I instructed Joel to strip Brenda gradually, caress her supple hot body, and accompany her to the bed. Then, I commanded him to undress himself and take a seat in the corner. I observed Joel increasing in anger but shifted towards Brenda and asked, "Is this what you crave?"
Tears in her eyes, she expressed, "No, but it's what I need." I did not make her wait, I proceeded to kiss her feet's base, massage and lick the within and culmination of her legs while firmly tipping her hips and buttocks. Brenda was becoming sated, her moisture evidenced on my contact with her vagina and tongue play on her clitoris. When I started licking her vagina containing my tongue and sucking her clitoris into my lips, she completely ceased control and spasmed, bellowing out as she achieved a heightened orgasm. Still quivering and outstretched on the bed, she breathed unevenly, enveloping my face in her lube. Before rising to view Joel, I discerned him breathing out heavily and moaning deeply. Brenda and I both looked at him, sitting naked in the chair with an astonished look as Brenda stretched out on my bed and requested, "Please kiss my vagina and utilize your tongue to create a different orgasm like before."
I did not withhold from her, I began kissing the base of her feet, rubbing and licking the interior and backs of her legs while tampering her hips plus buttocks. Brenda was becoming highly moist, as when I kissed her vagina and played with her clitoris using the tip of my tongue, she thrashed and shivered, moaning loudly. I spared a glimpse at Joel and observed his cock hardening significantly.
Once I intensely probed her vagina using my tongue and sucked her clitoris in and out between my lips, she succumbed to complete control, jerking and collapsing onto the bed. With deep labored breaths, she covered my face in her lube. Before ascending to observe Joel, I witnessed him emitting a potent breath and loudly moaning. Brenda and I looked in his direction, lifeless in the chair, his hand still hectically messaging his diminishing erection.
Brenda gently inquired, "Sweetheart, you okay?" He didn't respond, just gazed back at us with a vacant expression. I declared, "Alright, that's enough for today, get dressed and take him home." Brenda sat on the bed's edge, cleaning herself up, and entreated, "Please, not now, I want to taste your cock and experience you filling my mouth with cum."
Gazing at Joel, I joked, "Hey, preacher man, pay attention; you're going to want to see this!" I sat up on the bed, spreading my legs, and my slightly soft cock just rested delicately across my thigh. Brenda slid between my legs, rubbing and licking my balls. She moved her lips up and down my hardening cock, then wrapped her mouth around it. Gradually, she engulfed more and more of my member, working it in and out.
I glanced over at Joel, who was observing and stroking his rapidly erecting cock in tandem with Brenda's mouth sucking my cock. As I moaned, he paused stroking and tightened his grip, anticipating my imminent release. I could see disbelief in Joel's eyes as Brenda's lips stretched, her face contorting with each attempt to accommodate more of my cock. She managed to swallow the head with each snap of her lips, the act repeated methodically.
This continued until I allowed Brenda to speed up, eventually releasing my sperm-filled testicles into her esophagus. With my voice trembling, Joel shouted and sprayed a large quantity over his chest and hand, continuously jerking off until Brenda consumed the final drops. Brenda, still sucking my cock, rested her face on its base, as I slowly slid my arm around her shoulder and nuzzled my face against her head.
Brenda and I cuddled under the covers beside Joel, and all three of us drifted off to sleep.
The following day, I discussed my intentions with them. I explained my circumstances and how I desired to retire, find a special woman, and spend the rest of my life with someone I could trust and control. I informed them about my promise to Carrie and her role in assisting me in locating my next host.
Joel inquired, "If we aid you, will you release Brenda?" I chuckled and stated, "Consider it; Brenda might even be the woman I'm seeking!" Joel argued that we couldn't break up as our ministry, the wealth we'd accumulated were contingent on their partnership.
I said, "Ponder it, but watch this!" I instructed Brenda to return my erect penis to her mouth. She begged, but had no choice but to obey my command. Soon enough, Brenda reestablished my hardness, and I directed her to straddle me. She lower her wet vagina onto my hard penis and began thrusting enthusiastically. As her breasts swung above my face, I had the opportunity to squeeze and suck her nipples, causing her to convulse and bear down more aggressively onto my erection.
As I neared climax, I whispered to Joel, "Imagine this -- the way she surrenders to my cock and pleads for more, yearning for more sensation." As I assured him that not even Joel could match her reaction when I filled her with my pulsating cock and ejaculated into her rectum, I began to release my load to her vagina. When Brenda felt my cum filling her pussy, she screamed loudly as her orgasm engulfed her, collapsing on my chest.
After moments had passed, I deflated, allowing my semen to seep from her contracting pussy. Unaware, Joel continued to watch, bewitched by the viscous liquid leaking from between his wife's thighs. I questioned, "Do you believe you could ever satisfy her like that?" I explained that what he had witnessed was merely the prelude to a much grander display.
Having ensured Brenda was comfortable, I lubricated her rectum by carefully working my cock in and out of her vagina. I began pushing gently, only allowing the head of my partially soft cock into her ass while she murmured her desires and implored me to take her. With her proclamations of "Oh yes, this is what I've longed for, please, please take me!", I delved deeper into her anus.
As she started rocking her hips, swiveling, rubbing, and groaning, my erection became stiffer and stiffer, while Joel just looked on in astonishment. Soon she was flinging her head back in complete uncontrollable intense pleasure, pinching her nipples and regressing. Shoving her body harder and harder onto my now solid, throbbing erection, she started convulsing and shivering all over. It was as if she had been possessed by the demon, she began having convulsion-like orgasms, cum running down her legs as she was squirting all over us both and soaking the bed.
As I sensed my cock beginning to erupt inside her, she pushed back pressing my erection as deep into her ass as it could possibly go and simply remained there, screaming and weeping, "Oh fuck, don't stop, fill me with that hot cum!" Each time my cock flickered, she pushed herself onto my erection even harder until I eventually ceased flooding her bowels with cum.
She froze for a moment before falling forward, causing my still hard cock to exit her rectum with a popping sound as she appeared to collapse on the bed covered in sweat. My semen gushing out of her anus in large gooey clumps and pooling between her tightly pressed legs and buttocks.
Joel just sat there as if he had just witnessed an exorcism. Eyes wide open and gasping harder than Brenda, he softly stammered, "Oh my gosh, I had no idea, I can't believe that's the same woman I've known my whole life and spent so much time with." He wondered, "Will she be alright, what should we do now?"
I told him to take it easy, go get some wet rags and some dry towels, and tidy up this mess. Once she wakes up and takes a shower, we'll go grab breakfast and discuss the future. I planned for that conversation to happen in a crowded public restaurant so things wouldn't get out of hand.
Following breakfast, I shared my plan for the future. They live in a large mansion, just the two of them, a massive pool, meticulously manicured gardens, and a garage filled with luxurious automobiles. I'm moving in with a loft overlooking the pool. I'll manage the house's maintenance and care and the upkeep of their cars. Before Joel could speak, I mentioned to him and Brenda what the alternative would be.
You two can keep up your deception and maintain your way of life without anyone knowing the secret we share. I'll keep out of your affairs, and you'll keep out of mine. When either Brenda or I need sexual gratification, we'll take care of it independently in one of the spare bedrooms. Joel, you can always join us or simply watch; it's up to you.
Just one final thing, I have a responsibility to help Carrie return her soul and set her free. Joel, this is where you can assist and redeem all your previous pledges to your devotees. You can finally save a life while also returning a soul. Here is how:
To take Carrie's soul, she had to still be in love with her spouse and ask me to engage in anal intercourse three times. I'll invite her to our home and have anal intercourse with her. While my penis is firmly embedded in Carrie's ass, you'll request my permission to have anal intercourse with me! If we're fortunate, we'll all reach our climax together. When she achieves orgasm during the third time, her soul will be restored, and she'll be free at last.
Joel stared at me with utter disbelief and said, "Are you asking me to do more than just participate in anal sex but also practice homosexuality and request it?" "Have you lost your mind?" "I'm a minister; I can't possibly disclose these sins to my flock!" "But I've taken Brenda's soul, not yours!"
I informed him to keep his composure, and I'd go back to option B. I'll still have your wife, who will inherit half of everything you possess, once the videos of the three of us taken last night are released. You'll be ousted as a minister, lose all your followers, and endure public embarrassment - all fine by me. I'll come up with a different solution to honor my commitment to Carrie.
The moment I started getting up to leave, Joel begged me to take my seat once more. "My God, you're an evil individual, how do you manage to sleep at night?" I gazed into his eyes and said, "Easily, knowing individuals like you are in charge of my happiness."
Joel dipped his head and said, "Okay, but just three times, and as promised, you'll stay clear of our affairs, and we'll stay clear of yours, permanently," I told him, "Most definitely, I'll call Carrie to arrange this. Relax Joel, you might discover you enjoy it!"
I went to visit Carrie, but at first, she wasn't willing to let me in. I told her about a plan to free her soul, making it possible for her to leave me for good. In exchange, I asked for just one thing: after we're done and she's liberated, could she lay with me one last time? I wanted to experience what it's like to make love to her willingly, instead of forcing her.
She hesitated, saying it might be difficult to make love to someone she'd hated for so long. She was aware of where Brenda and Joel's mansion was located, and promised to meet me there later that night.
As we came together, I was a mix of anxiety and nervousness. Losing Carrie forever was a kind of fear I'd never felt before. I wasn't looking forward to being anally penetrated, and uncertainty about Joel doing the deed weighs on my mind.
We assembled, and Brenda said she couldn't witness me with another woman in her own home. Even hearing what Joel had to do — sodomizing another man — wasn't something she could accept.
Carrie intervened, asking what the plan constituted, as she thought it revolved around freeing her soul. When I explained the plan, Carrie queried if both Brenda and Joel would truly do it all for her. She asked me to speak to her privately, where she guaranteed that if I was willing to go through with this, she'd reciprocate by making love to me after being set free.
In the hallway, Carrie stripped, ready to receive me. She ordered I accompany her. With a strange sense of determination, she revealed, "If you're going to do this, I'll make love to you after it's done."
Slowly undressing Carrie, she sat comfortably on the ottoman prepared for my member. Calling Joel over, he was told to ask for my permisson before sodomizing me. At first, Joel hesitated, but eventually muttered "Can I have anal sex with you?" Carrie's response: "Joel, please come here. I think I can help you." She took Joel's flaccid penis in her mouth, nursing him to arousal. She looked up at me and remarked, "Let's start, it won't take him long to get ready."
I found Carrie's upturned backside, positioned my cock in her back door and filled her to the max, while settling my ass for Joel's commitment. Carrie's words proved true: within seconds, Joel erected and drove his little girthy member into my anus.
The three of us fell still, as Carrie's quivering was noticeable, signaling an orgasm. Not long after, Joel withdrew with a sigh, leaving to shower.
The following day, Brenda and Joel went to work. In the meantime, Carrie and I had breakfast and relaxed by the pool.
When Joel came back, he demanded we immediately proceed with our objective. He seemed reluctant, stating "Let's just get it over with." As Carrie prepared on the ottoman, I inquired what Joel intended to do. He froze, unsure how to continue.
Joel then requested permission to have anal sex with me. After securing permission, Joel once more took position behind me and alternated between tender and forceful thrusts, causing my body to quiver. Eventually, Joel reached a climax, shooting his fluids into my bowels, inducing me to climax just as well. Carrie's sensitive body tightened in response.
Before leaving, Joel inquired about when I'd been cleaned. Noticing Carrie complementing his post-sex care the night before, he asked if she could finish the job. With her meticulous grooming skills, my member was left gleaming.
The distinctions in Joel's demeanor were evident — from Carrie's blowjob to his newfound delight in anal sex. Retrospectively, it seemed he'd enjoyed the experience.
We gathered around the dinner table later, engulfed in a chilling silence. Breaking the silence, Brenda inquired when this ritual would come to an end. Joel merely replied with a soft whisper: "Soon, very soon," before finishing his meal.
The following day, Carrie and I awoke to find Brenda and Joel standing at the foot of our bed. Brenda shared that Joel had called in sick for them both, requesting that she participate in the completion of the ritual. She had heard about Joel's encounter with me the night before, so it was now her turn.
My feelings were mixed - a sense of sadness for potentially losing Carrie and my sore ass from the previous night combined with a tense anticipation. I mutters, "Let's just get it over with," as Carrie readied herself on the ottoman. Joel took a little longer to get an erection than I did, which was unusual. Brenda retained her clothes and sat near us in the chair, trying not to watch.
Carrie took on the role of guiding my cock into her anus, while Joel seemed anxious and interjected by addressing Brenda, only stopping briefly to breathe deeply, swallows, and ask, "Can I have anal sex with you, please?"
As soon as Joel entered me, I sensed a tighter and hotter sensation compared to my own experience. He grabbed hold of my glutes and began pounding into me forcefully, forcing me deeper into Carrie. Carrie took control, bucking and thrusting herself onto my cock, increasing the intensity. I perused Brenda, who displayed her breast and fondled her nipple while penetrating herself with her fingers.
When Joel began ejaculating into my anus, I heard Brenda let out a gasp, which prompted a shriek from Carrie and an outpouring of fluids from her. She bucked convulsively, and I experienced a massive release. Carrie was now free from her vexing possession, and Joel seemed proud to have completed his mission to release her soul from her demonic body.
Afterward, we sat silently for a while, cleaning ourselves up and quietly chatting about what had transpired. I requested that Joel and Brenda leave Carrie and me alone. Carrie and I engaged in conversation, and out of curiosity, she inquired me if I could command her to perform an action to determine if she was now able to resist.
The ritual had worked; Carrie regained control of her body. Joel expressed his contentment, having successfully delivered Carrie from her perceived demonic form. As everyone cleaned up and started to converse, I asked Brenda and Joel to give us some privacy.
Carrie and I conversed for a short while before she began stroking my erect penis, looking into my eyes and whispering, "Make love to me one last time." She commenced sucking my penis until I became fully erect; guided me onto the bed, and instructed me to lie on my back. Carrie then commenced pressing her vagina against my penis.
Her vagina was extremely wet, and she began to grind and rotate her hips, speeding up as she went. She would alternate between engaging my cock with her vagina and then retreating it, slowly inserting it further followed by a rapid insertion, eventually plunging it in as deep as possible. Carrie's efforts paid off, as I reached the point of climax and was about to ejaculate. However, at the climactic moment, Carrie sprang off and called out, "I'll let you cum in your palm this time, while you remember the one experience you can never have again!"
Exasperated, I grabbed my engorged penis and began masturbating myself, spilling my semen all over my body, face, hand, and legs. My orgasm finally subsided, and I was filled with a profound sense of loneliness. I heard the door slam and Carrie's car pulling away. I reflected on the remarkable experience I had with Carrie, understanding that it would forever stand as the most complex and powerful incident of my life. She had been my first, my best, and the most complete soul capture, and I would never see her again.
I suppose I'll need to learn how to enjoy my new life in my luxurious mansion with all those fancy cars and millions of dollars at my disposal. Gorgeous Ms. Brenda will satisfy me, while her ignorant husband ensures I'm well-cared for and content. It's going to be difficult, but I'll manage somehow. The next time you encounter a smooth-talking TV preacher flanked by a beautiful, curvaceous wife, you'll ponder what hidden secrets they're concealing, what's truly behind those bogus smirks.
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