The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Man Of Sin: Chapter 4

... A NICE DAY AT SCHOOL -----That son of a bitch. -----“Good morning, Helena. Oh… wow, are you ok?” -----Helena had arrived at the usual spot where she ate with her friends, and they immediately noticed how flushed her face was. It had taken a lot of courage to leave her room. Her clothes didn’t show the invisible ropes on her body, confirming for her that it was really the black lines on her skin that were binding her. Getting dressed had been difficult and going down the stairs had been even worse. The ropes weren’t chafing or leaving any marks, it was more like she was feeling intangible pressure and her nerve endings were being tricked into thinking they were really there. -----“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” -----She sat down at the table, trying not to wince from the feeling of the rope grinding against her slit. The longer she was bound, the more sensitive she was becoming. -----“Hey, look over there. It’s Thane. I heard he’s been missing a lot of classes.” -----Helena looked to where her friend was pointing, spotting the disheveled student. -----“So what?” -----“If Thane is missing class, it means he’s busy, and considering the work he does with the priests, it’s important. He’s an exorcist after all. Rumors say he’s been snooping around the school, looking for some kind of demon or something.” -----Helena stared at him with wide eyes. -----‘Wait, he’s looking for a demon? Is it possible that he knows Xavier is here? Maybe he can help me!’ -----Father Hauser sat in ...

... the waiting area by the entrance to the tabloid building. He had managed to convince the chief of the magazine to see him, and hopefully he could get more information on the suicides. Behind her desk, a receptionist got a call through her intercom. -----“Father, he’ll see you know.” -----He nodded in gratitude and walked over to the closed office door, which had a window of blurred glass with the chief’s name and title. He stepped into the office, the walls lined with framed headlines from the magazine. Working at his computer was the chief, an overweight balding man. He stood up and shook Hauser’s hand. -----“Ah, Father Hauser, what can I do for you?” -----“Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Elan. I’m here because I wanted to ask you about the story you posted last week, about the three boys who killed themselves.” -----“Father, I’m sure you know I can’t give up my sources, even to a man of the church.” -----Hauser sighed. -----“Well then I was hoping you could tell me any other pieces of information you might have. I’m worried that there may be something going on with these deaths.” -----“Oh please, you think you’re the first? We weren’t the first paper to say they were doing Devil worship. Every media outlet is being hounded by zealots.” -----“Well what I’m curious about is the fact that they were coming from a hospital. Can you at least tell me what you know about that?” -----“Well from what we heard, they got assaulted that morning.” -----“Wait, do you know by who?” ...