High Stakes

The new Catholic school in Dorchester had still not been developed, despite Sister Eunice O'Malley's best efforts at fundraising at the mere age of 21. Sister Eunice was an extremely industrious figure in the Dorchester Catholic community, having organized several bake sales, several sporting events, and having arranged several concerts to raise funds for the new parochial school for children.

None of this, however, was sufficient to acquire a property by the end of October 2026, and Sister Eunice was particularly frustrated. To this effect, Sister Eunice had collected all of the scrap metal from the parish's recent renovation, and she had gathered it all in shipping containers to be sold to the highest bidder.

One of those potential purchasers was a shipping magnate by the name of Logan Ruthven, and his wife, Lilith Ruthven. Today, Sister Eunice had been invited to their penthouse for a meeting at 8pm, although she would have preferred a meeting in his Ruthven Nauthical Resources headquarters during the daylight, since despite the fact that it was taking place at a condo near the relatively affluent waterfront, Sister Eunice did not want to be targeted as a biracial woman by a common criminal or a hate criminal. Nevertheless, Sister Eunice made her proposition.

"You see, Mr. and Mrs. Ruthven-"

"Our names are Logan and Lilith, Sister Eunice," insisted Logan, an alabaster complexioned man with midnight black hair and amber eyes. "Please address us as such."

Sister Eunice didn't usually like it when strangers insisted on calling them by their first names as if they had a personal relationship with her. It certainly wasn't like she was God, who had a personal relationship with all his children and knew all their names. Even so, she accommodated their request, since she found them more charismatic than she felt she should. Eunice responded as smoothly as she could, trying to restrain her Dorchester Cadence.

"You see, Logan, Lilith; this is supposed to be a mutually beneficial agreement. You get supplies you can ship, we get the requisite funds for our property, and more children get a wicked big chance to earn their way into the Kingdom of Heaven by following in the ways of Jesus Christ, like I wish I would have when I was a child instead of thinking that I was talking to an imaginary friend named Mr. World."

Lilith, a woman with dark cherry hair, amber eyes and a porcelain complexion, grabbed her husband's hand so they could discuss the matter privately. Logan seemed to raise his voice slightly. The word "indiscretion" came out of his mouth, along with "not a young professional".

When the couple had returned from the study, Logan leaned in towards Sister Eunice, running his fingers through her sugar blonde hair under her black clerical veil, while Lilith rubbed her neck, causing her caramel complexion to flush, and her teal eyes to water slightly. Lilith whispered into Eunice's ear.

"My husband Logan would like to propose a counter-offer on my behalf, and it's in your best interest to listen."

Eunice hyperventilated slightly as Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his waistcoat.

"I suggest that you perhaps enjoy our hospitality on top of the deal we already made. My wife Lilith finds your story particularly fascinating, and would like to discuss it more privately."

Sister Eunice understood from the words "enjoy our hospitality" that Lilith and Logan had decided to acquire her in addition to the scrap metal. Normally, Eunice would be offended that she was being reduced to an acquisition regardless of her own demographic, but if Eunice was being honest with herself, she had taken her own loyalty to the Church and to God for granted, when they had warned her several times about the temptation of Satan, and that he (or she, for that matter) would present as attractive. Eunice had wanted to believe she could withstand Satan's temptation, but when Satan was presenting as an attractive couple--a dark cherry-haired woman with a porcelain complexion and an hourglass figure in a strapless silver silk dress and blue suede t-strap stiletto sandals, as well as a suave midnight black-haired man with an alabaster complexion and trapezoidal figure, a charcoal grey three-piece suit, a navy shirt, and suede oxblood brogues with a matching belt--Eunice found herself surprisingly pliable to his charms. Lilith continued to rub Eunice's shoulders.

"I suggest you get into something more comfortable, Sister Eunice. You're going to be here a while."

...

When they got to the primary penthouse bedroom, the couple started to slowly remove Eunice's habit from her pear shaped figure, from her black monk strap shoes and her stockings to her black clerical tunic and her matching veil, at the same time encouraging Eunice to remove Lilith's dress and lingerie, as well as Logan's suit and undergarments respectively. The couple shared a kiss before unclipping Eunice's sugar blonde hair, letting it fall around her shoulders.

The lyrics to that song about wealth went through Eunice's head, particularly the idea that she'd never be royal, because it didn't run in her blood, even if she was caught up in this love affair.

Once Eunice was fully exposed, Lilith placed Eunice in a chair, where Eunice spread her legs for Lilith's tongue as it circulated Eunice's vulva like the Serpent herself presumably circulated Eve in the Garden of Eden while tempting her towards the forbidden fruit of the tree of knowledge. At the same time, Logan rubbed Lilith's vulva and started to penetrate her moisture with his erection from behind like the Serpent's own words had penetrated Eve's mind, leading her and her beloved Adam's minds astray. As Lilith went down on Eunice between Logan's thrusts, she thought about how she and Logan had successfully lured her sugar-haired Odysseus to her doom, and there was precious little Penelope--whether in the form of the Catholic Church, or in the form of "Mr. World" himself--was necessarily going to do about it.

While Eunice continued receiving pleasure, she marveled at the cruel irony that of all the people she could be abrogating her vows for and losing her virginity to, she had chosen to sacrifice her own virtue for the purpose of helping children like the one she once was find God, to people who likely didn't care what God thought. If this were the olden days, thought Eunice, I might be considered a Saint. Then again, I could just as well be a sinner trying to convince myself that I'm not.

Subsequently, after jizzing in his wife's moist slot, Logan beckoned Eunice towards him.

"You have received 'God's word' since before you were old enough to drink. You're about to receive something very different now."

Logan spread Eunice's caramel-complexioned ass as wide as he needed to after lotioning his dick before inserting himself into her nave to desecrate it, while Lilith tribbed Eunice's slot. Eunice hadn't felt so mortified by her own feelings of pleasure as those throughout the exchange since she had first touched herself in the bathroom at the parish while thinking about the postal delivery worker her age one year prior who seemed to have a crush on her.

By the time the whole exchange was finished, Eunice had collapsed, exhausted in an unfamiliar bed.

...

The affair would repeat itself multiple times a week for several weeks, with Lilith and Logan pleasuring Eunice and each other in ways that Eunice would not have thought possible.

Each and every time she would have an encounter with the couple, however, she found herself inexplicably exhausted the next day. Eunice initially chalked this up to the stress of living a double life while doing work for the parish, something she would not mention to Father McKenzie, lest he go full fire and brimstone on the Ruthvens like he did last time he criticized the Diocese in 2002 over "hiding Satan in a Frock Coat". However, on the final day of October, as Eunice was about to leave the penthouse after the documents were signed, she noticed some apparent pin marks on her neck, and when she realized they may, in fact, be teeth marks, she realized that while she may have sold her soul, the nocturnal predators who had taken her had likely gotten the far better end of the deal. As Eunice glanced at the deed on the desk, she realized that a rival divine servant called "Satan" had allowed her to sabotage herself and prove her herself unworthy. However, while Satan might have allowed her to make her own choices, Eunice decided that for the good of the parish, she was not going to run.