Church Of The Damned Chapter 9 The New Orleans Express

Chapter IX The New Orleans Express



Did you like those tales my sweet dark brides? Oh yes, Master! Yes, Master! You're brilliant my Lord! You are so wise and powerful, Mighty One! It is no wonder why so many worship you, Master! 

We have so much work to do, my Priestess Brides! So much work to be done, we must begin our Great Recruitment, raising our Vampir Armies, to defeat our christian enemies, those that oppress all of our people. Leeann, I must continue your training, preparing you for your role as Vampir Priestess, among the rest of our Divine Family. I expect you ladies to help her, or I'll drain your flesh cold, leaving your hallow corpses to rot in wino alleys, where rats will gnaw at your stinking, pungent, sprawled fate! Ha Ha Huh!!! 

You are such a Demon-Lord my Prince! Suckle our breasts Great Master! I shall do more than suckle your breasts. I shall feed upon your anguish and fear, until your hearts cease to beat the warmth through your veins and we are completely covered in the blood of our yearning and craving, while my bed become your outpost, your fortress prison, enslaved and chained to my cock and my fangs for all eternity!!!

Barbara, you shall go over to New Orleans and set up for us, a House of Pleasure, from which we shall open the doors of our Church, to the land and daemons who still celebrate, The Feast of Fools!

A long train shall come and I shall ride upon it, like The Prince that I am. Then upon the night of my arrival, many horns and drums shall be sounded. A multitude of soldiers will be assembled and a secret war take place. 

Prince, is this The Great War? There can only be one Great War, Katherine! At that time, I shall draw each of you into my heart and lock the door forever, and we will never be apart. 

I shall be dressed in my fine Black uniform, wearing a trench and maybe a hat. When I step off the train, there will be a flash in the sky, and you will look up and say, Master! I will have traveled thousands of miles on the creeping train of liberation, which never stops, where I will have met with our allies and prepared for The Judgement Day. Tomorrow night, we shall go on a hunt, and feed upon the mortal's souls, quenching our blood spattering hunger, right Patricia, my Love? 

Indeed Master, and your Divine Cock feels so good between my thighs tender and submissive spread. Great Impaler, your blood is like pure energy and power, sent from the gods, and your cock cutting through our moist entrances, quickly, suddenly, and deadly, like a Soldier's Violent Sword!

Thank you dears, I think I'll tell another tale of my ghostly past adventures. Since you reminded me of The Impaler, this story is called, Vlad's Night Raid!!!