Sam awoke to find young Hazel scooping armfuls of poo off her legs. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed.
Hazel jumped back, startled. “I’m s-sorry, Madam President,” she stammered, “I was just…”
Sam put a hand to her bewildered head. “It’s not you, Hazel,” she said. “I … I just had this really weird dream. Unless … unless this is another dream. But why would it be? The nightmare’s over … isn’t it?”
“I don’t understand,” said Hazel, looking worried.
Sam sighed. “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Thanks for keeping me from drowning in poo. You may go and get some sleep now, both of you.”
“Thank you, Madam President,” said Hazel. She and Sarah, who had been keeping Vicky relatively clear on the other side of the bed, scurried quickly out of the room.
Sam nudged Erin. “Hey,” she said.
Erin awoke with a scream, then she burst into tears. “Oh Sam!” she said. “I dreamed that you were torturing me in Hell! I begged you to stop, but you just laughed as you cut off my breasts and fed them to the dogs that were raping me…”
“Hush,” said Sam, stroking her hair. “Poor baby.”
Erin smiled through watery eyes. “Hey, we’re getting married today!” she said, brightening.
Sam grinned. “Yes we are!” she said. Then her smile faded. “I’m so sick of these mind-fuck dreams, though. I dreamed that I was taken to Satan, and he had God in a cage, and then God got rescued by a bunch of angels, and he sent me back … and then I woke up, and I was back in a meeting we had two weeks ago last Friday, and I thought … I really thought, Erin, that I had just woken up from a dream which had encompassed these past two weeks! You weren’t my lover, and Mr Howell wasn’t really a pervert, and your sister Laura was actually a slim distance runner, and there wasn’t any kind of gateway to Hell in my apartment…”
“Woah!” said Erin. “Must have been confusing to wake up from that…”
“Yes!” said Sam. But then she smiled at Erin. “I wouldn’t go back to that, though,” she said, “if given the choice.”
“Why not?” asked Erin.
“Because you wouldn’t be my lover,” said Sam.
Erin smiled up at Sam as she worked her fist into Sam’s vagina. “I’m glad this is real,” she said. “Crazy as everything is, I couldn’t bear to lose what we have.”
Sam parted her legs and closed her eyes. “Neither could I,” she said.
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As the organ struck up with “Here Comes the Bride”, Sam, Erin and Laura began to walk sedately down the aisle, one after the other, and followed by Millie and Melissa, Candy, Vicky, and Danielle – a friend of Laura’s from school. All of them were naked, and some were pooping. Sam and Erin were laying the most impressive tails of poo, though Erin’s stopped when she was halfway towards the front of the church. Sam’s poo was coming out so fast that she was leaving not so much a trail of poo as a very long pile.
Sam’s escort was her father, Julian, who had flown in that morning from Cleveland. John Moss was escorting Laura and Erin, and he could not have looked more proud. Sam, for some reason, was feeling a little uneasy around her father – he seemed different somehow … there was something about his eyes.
Suddenly Laura was pulled out of the aisle and into one of the pews. She shrieked and struggled, but Josh and a few of his grinning friends were determined to have another crack at the bride-to-be. A couple of Sam’s security guards started forward, but Sam waved them back. Laura could take care of herself.
When Laura struggled back out into the aisle, five minutes later, the accumulated green semen of five different boys was leaking from her vagina and anus. “Sorry about that!” she muttered as she trotted up to the front of the church, where Sam and the others were waiting patiently.
“We are gathered here today,” said Trudy Sharp, smiling around at the congregation as she stood, naked, at the front of the church, “to witness the joining together of these two women, and of this boy and this girl, in unholy matrimony. We will skip the usual formalities and get right to the good part. Samantha Frances Potter, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”
“I do,” said Sam, smiling lovingly at Erin.
“Do you promise to treat her as a sex toy, and degrade her, and foul her body, and sexually humiliate her in public, and ensure her frequent impregnation so that she births creatures of demonic origin?”
“I do,” said Sam with a happy sigh.
“And do you, Erin Elizabeth Moss, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife?”
“I do,” replied Erin happily.
“Do you promise to love her, and serve her, and act as her toilet, in public if she desires, and obey her every trivial desire, no matter how disgusting or humiliating it is?”
“I do,” said Erin, gazing adoringly into Sam’s eyes.
“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you wife and wife,” said Trudy. “You may kiss the bride – both of you!”
Cheers erupted from the congregation as Sam and Erin tongued each other’s mouths. Erin, reaching behind Sam’s buttocks, grabbed a large handful of poo and brought it up to her face. She stuffed her mouth full, and then locked lips again with Sam, who stuck her tongue deep into the poo in Erin’s mouth. Then the two women sank to the floor, where they entwined their limbs around each other and started stuffing poo into each other’s cunts.
“Daniel John Moss,” said Trudy to Danny. “Do you take this girl to be your lawful wedded wife?”
“I do,” said Danny, smiling.
“Do you promise to treat her as a sex toy, and degrade her, and foul her body, and sexually humiliate her in public, and ensure her frequent impregnation so that she births creatures of demonic origin?”
“Oh yes, I definitely do,” grinned Danny.
“And do you, Laura Jessica Moss, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?”
“I do!” said Laura, her eyes shining.
“Do you promise to love him, and serve him, and act as his toilet, in public if he desires, and obey his every trivial desire, no matter how disgusting or humiliating it is?”
“I do,” said Laura again, feeling as happy as she could possibly be.
“Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife,” said Trudy. Then she said to Danny, “You may fuck the bride, or, if you prefer, give her to someone else to fuck.”
“I think I’ll pick that guy,” said Danny, pointing out Jim, the old homeless man, who was sitting in the third row from the front. “Come on up here Jim!”
Looking highly excited, the old man shuffled past three or four members of the extended Moss family, and then he advanced on Laura.
“Oh Danny,” said Laura reproachfully. “I did hope you would at least be the one to fuck me at my wedding.”
“Sorry sweetheart,” said Danny with a smile. “It turns me on more to fuck Candy while Jim fucks you. Candy, come here.”
Candy looked very pleased with herself as she bent over the altar rail and took Danny’s huge penis up her rectum. She grinned at Laura, whose cunt was being vigorously fucked by Jim.
“The signing of the registry can wait,” announced Trudy, “for we have another ceremony to perform here today. As the ladies and young girls entered the church earlier, their names were all placed into a hat, and it is my happy duty to reach into that hat now, and draw the name of the woman or girl who is to be sacrificed to the great lord of Hell.” She held up a rather ordinary-looking ladies’ hat.
A ripple of concerned muttering ran through the congregation. Who would it be? Every woman and girl in the church crossed her fingers, hoping desperately not to hear her name.
Trudy turned towards the altar, threw up her hands, and said, “Open!”
The altar split in two, and reddish-purple light poured from between its disconnected halves. The gap widened, and the staring congregation now saw that beyond it yawned a flesh-lined gateway into Hell. The tunnel beyond led steeply downward, and from it emerged two huge fire-blackened demons, each bearing in its left hand a brutal-looking whip. They advanced until they stood either side of Trudy.
“I shall now draw the name,” said Trudy, turning back to face the congregation. She put her hand into the hat, rummaged around for a moment, and then drew out a small piece of paper. Silence fell upon the congregation as Trudy unfolded the paper and looked at it. Smiling, she raised her face to the anxious onlookers and said, “It’s Laura Moss.”
Laura’s stomach seemed to drop out of her torso. “No,” she whispered. “No!”
“Damn!” said Danny, looking annoyed. “My new bride! Can’t the brides be exempted from this, Trudy?”
“No, they can’t,” said Trudy. “Even Sam’s name was in here.”
“It was?” asked Sam, stunned.
One of the demons flicked its whip, and Laura gasped as the end of the whip looped around her neck. “No!” she screamed. “Please!”
“Not Laura!” cried Allie Moss, distressed. She started to get out of her seat, but was pulled down by those either side of her.
“Ohhh!” gasped Jim, as he poured his semen deep into Laura’s womb. Then he withdrew.
The demon pulled hard on the whip, dragging Laura towards him. She staggered to her feet, and tried to run, but he continued to reel her in. Pulling at the whip around her neck, she finally managed to get it off, but by that time she was within grasping distance of the nearest demon. It grabbed her around the wrist, turned, and marched to the mouth of the tunnel. Behind them, the second demon lashed at Laura’s back with its whip, causing her to scream with pain and terror.
Laura and her captor disappeared down the tunnel, and shortly afterwards the second demon, still cracking its whip, also vanished from sight. The gateway closed up, and the two halves of the altar came back together.
Trudy turned to face the shocked congregation. “Well!” she said with a smile, “who wants wine?”
A small army of naked girls from the local girl scouts now emerged from the vestry, bearing food and drinks. As they started passing trays around, Melissa Frobisher sank to the floor. “I can’t hold up this weight any longer!” she gasped to Millie. “Mil – I think I’m really about to explode.”
“Don’t do that!” said Millie in distress, crouching down next to her sister. “I’ll get the grapefruit out!”
“Sam would be upset,” whispered Melissa. “Oh God…”
“Mel!” cried Millie, tears running down her cheeks.
“If you want Sam to change her mind,” said Melissa faintly, “you’d better … put that pinworm stuff in her drink … quickly…”
Millie nodded, and jumped to her feet. She had two pills stuck inside her anus, but it would be easier perhaps to get one from Chelsea. She hurried over to where her big-boned friend was sitting. “You got them?” she asked in a whisper.
Chelsea glanced warningly to each side, then she said, “Reach into my panties.”
Millie raised an eyebrow, but then she nodded and slid her hand into the front of Chelsea’s panties. Her fingers sank into a great thickness of poo, but after feeling around briefly, she discovered a bottle of pills. Opening it with one hand was tricky, but somehow she managed it.
“Oh baby!” said Chelsea. “That feels so good!”
Millie managed to retrieve a couple of pills. “Sorry to love you and leave you,” she said. “Hi professor.”
“Hi Millie,” said Marion.
Millie straightened up, and turned. In front of her was Donnie, holding a couple of glasses. “A toast?” he said. “To the mission’s success?”
“I haven’t time,” said Millie. “The mission hasn’t succeeded yet.”
“Here,” said Donnie, giving her one of the glasses. “It’s dosed already. Offer it to Sam.”
“Oh! Thanks!” said Millie. “I will.”
“But Millie,” said Donnie, “you’re shaking like a leaf – she’ll be suspicious.”
Millie realised this was true, and she took a deep breath to calm herself down.
“Here,” said Donnie. “This will steady your nerves.” He gave her the other glass.
“Thanks,” she said. She took a long swig. “Wish me luck?”
“I hardly think you’ll need it,” said Donnie, smiling.
Millie did not like that smile. She stared down at the glasses in her hand. “Donnie – are you … infected?”
“It’s a better way to be,” he said with a smile. “You’ll see.”
Millie turned away from him and hurried towards the front of the church. As she walked, she raised her right hand to her mouth, and grasped between her lips one of the pills she had palmed. Biting it in half, she swallowed one piece and then crunched up the other. Working a few tiny pieces between her lips, she blew them into one of the glasses she was carrying. Then, for good measure, she blew a few more bits into the other glass.
She found Sam still making love with Erin, though she was taking occasional breaks to say hello to family members and well-wishers. She waited for her opportunity, and tried not to fidget.
“Millie, isn’t it?” said a voice behind her.
She turned, and her eyes widened at the sight of Sam’s father, Julian. “Um, hello Mr Potter,” she said. She did not like the look of his eyes – they seemed strangely dark, somehow.
“I think you have a little secret,” said Julian with a smile, gently taking one of the glasses Millie was carrying.
Millie swallowed. “Uh … I don’t know what you mean,” she said.
“I think you do,” said Julian. “You know, I’m very surprised at my … daughter. She should have noticed by now that your pregnancy has not advanced the way it should. Of course, she has had other things on her mind.”
“How would you know…” began Millie.
“Oh, I know a great many things,” said Julian, smiling broadly. “I know, for instance, that your sister’s belly will indeed explode, in approximately six minutes’ time.”
Millie gasped and turned to stare at Melissa, who was writhing around on the floor and moaning in pain while clutching her vastly distended belly. “Mel!” began Millie, but Julian put his finger to her lips.
“There is nothing you can do,” he said. “She would not want the grapefruit removed unless the president wished it removed … and the president is secretly looking forward to seeing your sister explode.”
“But that’s horrible!” wailed Millie. “Please – I beg you – talk to your daughter – tell her to let Melissa take out the grapefruit!”
Julian chuckled. “I’m quite looking forward to the explosion myself,” he said. “It should be interesting.” He took a swig from the glass of wine. “Five minutes now – I must say I’m quite aroused. This body’s functions are intriguing…” Then he stopped, and his eyes bulged. “What the…” he began. Then he stared at the glass. “What was in here?” he demanded, his voice turning into a rasp as he sank to his knees.
Sam extricated herself from Erin’s embrace, and jumped to her feet. She rushed forward, staring at Julian. “What happened?” she asked.
“She … poisoned … me!” gasped Julian, pointing at Millie.
“I didn’t!” said Millie, backing away. “At least – it’s not poison…”
Sam looked from Millie to Julian, and then back. “I think,” she said, “that this guy is not really my father. I think this is Satan himself. What did you give him? Answer me!”
“It’s pinworm medication!” said Millie wretchedly. “It cures the infection!”
Sam took the second glass from Millie and stared into it. “This one too?” she asked.
Millie nodded. Then she gasped as Sam raised the glass to her lips and took a swig. “Madam President!” she exclaimed.
“I want this to end,” said Sam. “If this kills me … well, I don’t care any more. But I’m damn well going to die on the right side. God! If you’re out there, and not still caged in Hell or something, I want to repent! I renounce Satan!”
Suddenly, the flow of poo from Sam’s anus stopped. She turned and bent down next to the astonished-looking Erin. “If you love me, my sweet,” said Sam, “drink this.”
Erin drank.
Sam got to her feet again. “Listen up, everyone!” she said. “I have a new decree to announce. Everyone is to uninfect themselves, on pain of death!” She turned to Millie. “What’s the stuff?”
“It’s called Anti-Pin,” said Millie. “It’s for pinworms.”
“I want everyone to go to their nearest pharmacy,” said Sam, “and open up a bottle of a pinworm medication called Anti-Pin. Take one pill – it will be enough. If you have other family members who are infected, take one home and give it…”
“Enough!” said a commanding voice. “Do you honestly think I would let that happen?”
Millie turned to see Stanley walking towards them down the aisle, his face white with fury. “Don’t think you can’t be re-infected, Samantha!” He glanced down at Julian, who was now either unconscious or dead, but did not even break his step. “You achieve nothing by repenting – nothing!”
“We seem to have killed your dad,” said Sam, trying not to look afraid.
Stanley waved a hand irritably. “A temporary inconvenience,” he said. “You can’t kill Satan, Samantha, don’t be absurd.”
Millie saw Chelsea quietly get up and sidle to the end of her pew. Taking a deep breath, the big girl, naked but for her poo-filled panties, began to charge towards Stanley as silently as she could, her bare feet making hardly any noise on the red carpet.
Stanley, however, had sharp ears. He turned and gestured sharply at Chelsea.
“No!” cried Sam, who had seen what Stanley could do to a person with such a gesture.
But nothing happened. Stanley’s expression turned from one of irritation to one of panic – just before Chelsea barrelled into him at her top running speed. The two of them crashed to the floor together. Millie, seizing her chance, jumped on top of them and pushed her last pill into Stanley’s mouth. He quickly snapped his jaws shut, but too late – the pill was already between his teeth. “Aaaghh!” he yelled through his teeth, and he tried to spit the pill out, but Chelsea by now had him in a vice-like headlock and he could not even open his jaws. He began to convulse, and clutched at his throat, but Chelsea kept a tight hold of him until his thrashing had subsided and his eyes had rolled back in their sockets.
Trudy nervously came forward. “I … I wonder,” she said. “Do you have any more of those pills handy?”
“I do,” said Chelsea, pulling the bottle out of her panties. She wiped some of the poo off it, and then opened it. She handed Trudy one of the pills, and Trudy popped it into her mouth.
“Sam!” said Millie urgently. “Please would you give Melissa permission to remove the grapefruit!”
“Oh my goodness!” said Sam. “Yes – Melissa – you may take it out now.”
With a cry of relief, Melissa spread her legs wide and bore down. Her vagina distended obscenely, the grapefruit bulging outwards further and further … and then it popped free, and a soft, thick cylinder of poo started oozing out of her overstretched opening. Millie sank down next to her and cried with her sister as an enormous mound of poo built up between Melissa’s legs, and her gigantic belly slowly began to subside.
Trudy sat down heavily on the step that separated the nave from the currently unused choir section. “I am so sorry about your sister,” she said to Erin, who was weeping into her hands. “You probably want to kill me. If you do, I understand.” But Erin did not respond, so Trudy got to her feet. “May I have some more of those pills?” she asked Chelsea.
Chelsea frowned, but she tipped a few out into her hand and gave them to Trudy, who took them over to a table on which sat a large bowl of punch. Crumbling the pills into the bowl, she turned back to the congregation. “I think,” she announced, “that it’s time we all took communion.”
Half an hour later, the entire congregation was uninfected. Danny, who had been cuddling with Candy, now pushed his cousin away. “Trudy,” he said, getting to his feet, “can you open up that gateway again?”
Trudy looked up at him in surprise. “I … I don’t know,” she said.
“Try,” said Danny grimly.
Trudy got to her feet. “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said. “Who knows what might come through?”
“I don’t care,” said Danny. “I want my sister back.”
“She could be anywhere,” said Sam. “I feel your pain, Danny, but there’s really not a lot we can do. You haven’t been in there – I have. It’s a maze, and it could well be bigger than the Earth itself.”
“I have to try!” shouted Danny.
Trudy sighed as she turned to face the altar. “Open!” she said, throwing her arms wide.
Nothing happened. Danny growled in annoyance, and marched up to the altar. Grabbing hold of one side with both hands, he pulled hard on it, causing it to fall sideways with a crash. The other half, unbalanced, also fell. Danny hefted it aside, and then studied the crack in the wall beyond. It was closed, but when he pushed his hand into it, the soft flesh yielded.
Taking a deep breath, Danny pushed his entire arm into the crack, followed by his head and upper body. It was a struggle, but there was room enough, and soon he was through. The light in the tunnel beyond was sufficient for him to see, and what he saw he did not like, but he plucked up his courage and marched off down the tunnel, yanking his trailing foot free with each step. He soon lost his shoes, and his socks, but he did not care.
About a mile down the tunnel he found her, walking towards him. “Danny!” she exclaimed, and she started to run.
They embraced, and both of them cried. “What happened?” he asked her, when they had both calmed down a little. “How did you get away from them?”
“They died!” she said simply. “One minute they were dragging me off to God knows where, and whipping me … and then suddenly they both dropped to the floor and died. I couldn’t understand it, but I wasn’t about to hang around and ask questions. I just turned and ran back the way they had brought me.”
“Well thank God you’re alive and well!” said Danny, wiping his eyes.
“Oh Danny,” she said with a smile. “Thank you for coming after me.” She pressed her lips against his, then stared at him as he recoiled. “What’s the matter?”
“Laura,” said Danny uncomfortably, “I’m … I’m uninfected.”
“What?” asked Laura, wide-eyed. “How?”
“Millie Frobisher and Chelsea Barnes from school had some pills – they uninfected Sam and killed Sam’s dad, who they seem to think was Satan himself.”
“I wonder if that was when my two demons died,” said Laura.
“Quite possibly,” said Danny. “Anyway, the whole congregation took communion – well it was really just the punch, which had been dosed with this medication. So now all of us are uninfected – and when we get back, we’ll have to uninfect you, too.”
Laura looked distressed. “But Danny – does this mean you don’t … you don’t … love me any more?”
“Of course I love you!” said Danny. “I came to find you, didn’t I?”
“But you don’t want to kiss me…”
“Well … part of me does,” admitted Danny. “But the other part knows it’s wrong, and I’m sure you’ll feel the same way once you’re uninfected.”
“Maybe I will,” said Laura sadly. “But … couldn’t you please just make love to me, one last time?” She looked at him with pleading eyes, and his heart went out to her.
“Okay,” he said gently. “For old times’ sake. But, um…” He coughed, embarrassed. “I seem to have … shrunk a bit…”
Laura laughed. “Oh Danny,” she said. “It’s not for the size of your penis that I love you, silly!”
Danny smiled. “All right then.”
He unzipped his jeans, and on the floor of a tunnel of Hell, he fucked his sister’s rectum for what he guessed would be the last time. When he came, he spurted white sperm into her bowels.
There was much rejoicing when the two of them pushed their way through the gateway and back into the church. Many hugs and kisses were exchanged, and then Laura drank her share of the punch, and was finally uninfected.
“Now what?” asked Erin of Sam, as they left the church.
“I expect trouble,” said Sam. “It’s not going to be an easy road. Possibly the death – if death it was – of Satan will have dulled people’s enthusiasm for being infected, but nevertheless I expect some resistance to my plan of uninfecting the world. But hey,” she added with a smile, “I’m still the most powerful person on the planet. I’m sure it can be done.”
Erin nodded, then shivered. “I feel so naked!” she said.
“Me too,” said Sam, who had been walking with her arms folded across her breasts. “But I don’t want to get lynched for putting clothes on. Baby steps, Erin, baby steps.”
They walked together in silence for a while, then Erin said, “Sam? What if this is a dream? Today, I mean – the whole church thing.”
Sam shrugged. “I suppose it could be. That’s been on my mind, too. When I go to sleep tonight, where will I wake up? And when? Will it be the morning of my wedding? Or will it be two weeks ago – Saturday morning – and none of this actually happened?”
“Well – I think it really happened,” said Erin.
“What makes you say that?” asked Sam.
“Because, well, I’m pretty damn sure I’m not just a figment of your dream, Sam.”
Sam chuckled. “I’m sure that even if you were, you’d say that. But I take your point.”
“So … do you still fancy me?” asked Erin. “Now that you’re uninfected?”
Sam smiled at her. “Yes – yes, I think so,” she said. “Almost everything feels different now … but I’m still in love with you. That hasn’t changed.”
Erin nodded. “Good,” she said. “Because I still love you too, Sam.”
Smiling, the two women joined hands, and walked together back to the helicopter that would return them to the White House.