"In the summer of 1970, a small team of student archaeologists have a field trip for ten days to the ruins of Hobbs Abbey; an ancient place steeped in legends and tales of the paranormal; mostly about the Devil and his demons. Local folklore has whispered for centuries, that the Monks of Hobbs Abbey were always specially selected; to guard a terrible secret hidden about the Abbey grounds. But this summer is special: It is the 666th Anniversary of the Abbey's founding and has something sinister come to celebrate? Alex discovers young archaeologists can be as horny and their professor is the worst of them! "  |
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EPISODE WARNINGS:
SMOKING - ALCOHOL USE - VIOLENCE [INCLUDING SEXUAL VIOLENCE, BDSM] - STRONG LANGUAGE - GRAPHIC HARD SEX REFERENCES & DIVERSE SEXUAL PRACTISES.
This episode has a reading time of approximately 60 minutes.
This story can be found in "The adventures of Alexandra" BOOK SERIES 4 - Episode 3.
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Clare started to brake slowly as the blue flashing lights appeared to grow larger in her extended, driver’s side door mirror, [fitted because she was towing a caravan] and Dave peered out the passenger side window, but couldn’t see past the drab, olive coloured caravan. He called up the other two cars on the crackling 'walkie-talkie', telling them about the police vehicle. "I think the bloody batteries need changing." Dave muttered and wondered where they could find a plug socket in the middle of nowhere. At least they had purchased extra batteries from the Army Surplus store in York before setting out.
“I’ve been around here all my life, born in Hempstead village, some ten miles down that road, and I wouldn’t dig around those ruins for a gold-plated bed!” The old policeman shook his head and rubbed his chin as Dr. Shaw asked for the quickest way to the ruins. Constable Jones sighed and shrugged his shoulders; “You know the stories about that place and so it’s on your own heads.” He then gestured down a dark, leafy lane that forked left by the rusting bus stop.
“That’s Bell’s Lane, run down that for a couple miles and you’ll come to Hobbs Wood. Beyond that lies the Abbey, There’s good ground north of the ruins for your cars and the caravans. But if you take my advice, you’ll head back home now and forget about all this.” He advised with clear reluctance in his voice.
The ruins of the old Abbey dominated the skyline, and it looked quite beautiful in the evening sunshine. Clare grabbed a couple of her camera’s and snapped away, then slowly she lifted her eyes from the camera and stared across at the Abbey. Dave caught the strange look upon her face and tapped her shoulder: “What’s up?”
Clare lowered the camera and looked puzzled; “I thought I saw someone standing by that old wall – where the remains of that gateway are - but there’s nothing there.” Dave turned to Dr. Shaw and asked if she knew where the gateway went.
Dave peered in and
shook his head; “Why did you bring the damn cat?” with some puzzlement in his
voice. Clare sighed and reaching in, stroked the big cat gently; “My neighbours
are on holiday in Scotland, and they normally take him when I do field trips,
so he’s having a field trip of his own this time!”
‘Little Mickey’ was dumping the digging gear, surveying equipment and canvas covers upon the ground, heaving them from the back of his van with little effort. Doctor Shaw was checking them over with a careful eye and penciling items in her little red notebook. The professor had lit his pipe and stood watching the last of the day’s sunshine playing upon the Abbey ruins.
Maxwell Richard Alexander Victor Halls-Canton was the second son [the spare one] of the 9th Duke of Sommerton and looked and dressed like a penniless hippie. The fact was, Max normally didn’t have a penny to his name for most of the month [until his father’s allowance cheque cleared at the Bank] then he was flush and very generous to his mates for about a week. Then back to student poverty and handouts from friends. But the cheerful and helpful Max was well liked by all that met him, and he could certainly be described as ‘a character.’ Women certainly liked his rugged charm and good looks, not to mention his sense of humour. Max just naturally seemed to say all the right things to them.
The group had piled into the now partially empty van and ‘Little Mickey’ took the happy crowd to the ‘King’s Head’ for Sheppard’s pie and Guinness. ‘Little Mickey’ always did the driving on pub and party runs simply because he was ‘Tea-total’ – he had never touched the stuff since - as a child, he watched his father disappear into bottles of whisky and emerge a monster; a big, abusive and violent monster.
2. UNEXPECTED VISITORS.
Wilson turned the wheel slowly on the van and reversed the big caravan perfectly into a space between the trees. Jericho and Owen leapt out and helped him push it into position and Wilson wound the legs down. “You must have a been a boy scout.” Alex said, admiring the big man’s efforts. He just grunted, “Well, now our temporary home is in position, you can jump inside and get the coffee on sweetie.” And wiped his face with the bottom of his t-shirt, revealing his torso and tight muscles. Now that did make Alex smile and so, without moaning, stepped into the luxury caravan [for 1970!] and put the kettle on. Owen stuck his head through the door, “We’re setting up the photography equipment, the lights and windbreaks, not that we need them, the bloody weather is glorious.”
Alex, filled the cups with instant coffee [that would make Wilson moan, he really didn’t like British instant coffee from a jar] she smiled a little, “You put them up, just in case a breeze springs up. I don’t want to freeze my bloody naked arse off if it does. Why the hell did Jericho decide to make us a photographic shoot team? Why couldn’t we be archaeologist's too?” Owen shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe he wanted to see you naked. Who knows how our inscrutable leader thinks.” He turned to go, then stuck his head back in, “Two sugars in mine, otherwise I can’t drink that stuff. Really looking forward to seeing you naked and cavorting about the ruins and the woods.” He grinned and disappeared, as Wilson shouted for him to help empty the van out. She made the coffee’s and found a tray, taking them out to her colleagues who were actually working hard to set the show up. They wanted the scene to look as professional as possible for the young students and their teaching staff.
Alex sipped her coffee and asked Owen where the students were and he chuckled, “Where you expect students of the 1970’s to be. In the bloody pub!” Adding, ”I love those shorts, your bloody arse cheeks are hanging out and it’s a wonderful sight when you walk.” Alex slapped his arm but gently, “They are called hotpants and are all the rage this year.” Owen grunted, “I can see that, they make most men hot and panting!” She actually chuckled at that, and pulled them down a little, which made no difference whatsoever, her beautiful bum cheeks still hung from them, like a perfect peach in a small, tight net string bag.
By the time Jericho finished organizing the arrangements to impress the students and make their cover story believable, Owen had knocked up a very good chicken curry and rice, with some assistance from Alex who stirred the pot on occasion. She concerned herself with opening the brandy bottle and cleaning the glasses. [no surprise there] Then she made up her bed, the caravan had two separate bedrooms, one large and one small. She had the small one and Owen & Wilson would share the big one. For once Jericho hadn’t claimed it! He appeared happy with the pull out beneath the big front window. They sat at the table and enjoyed their meal, all complimenting Owen on his cooking skills. Wilson was intrigued and asked how a bloody medieval novice monk acquired them. Owen just smiled, “Cooking medieval food teaches you to cook anything, and I mean bloody anything!” They sat about the seats beneath the large window and watched night descend, drinking brandy and chatting.
Alex commented On how
beautiful; the ruins were by moonlight and declared it quite romantic. Jericho
sipped his brandy and just grunted, “You won’t say that if a bloody demon pops up.
Operational Intelligence informs us it’s the 666th anniversary of
the last time one put in an appearance, and they’re pretty sure that our
favourite prince [David, the Dark prince] will celebrate the fact someway. And young,
innocent student souls are a real bloody temptation.”
Wilson chuckled, “Somehow student and innocence together in a sentence sounds wrong somehow.” Owen helped Alex clean and tidy up, then assisted Jericho to put up his bed, with Alex making it with sheets and a blanket from one of the many storage cupboards, scattered about the caravan. The team retired for the night, with Jericho setting his mirror to alarm at any demonic presence nearby. At least they could sleep soundly with his mirror on watch.
Jericho awoke and pulled the curtains back a little, there were headlights appearing and guessed the students had returned from their pub trip, he was about to settle back down, when he heard the shouting. Wilson appeared in the doorway of the big bedroom, just in his white boxer shorts, and asked what was going on. Jericho checked his mirror and found no demonic presence recorded. He sighed a little with relief and slipped from the bed, “Come on, let’s find out what the hell they are shouting about.” Owen appeared behind Wilson in his striped pajama’s, scratching his crotch and moaning about being woken up. Jericho unlocked the caravan door and grabbed the hand torch by the sink. He stopped and sighed, “For Christ sake Alex! Couldn’t you have worn pajama’s for once.” Wilson and Owen turned and really smiled. Alex was standing in her doorway, wearing a ‘Baby-doll’ nightdress that was almost transparent. At least she had a pair of white panties on. She shrugged her shoulders, “You should be grateful, I nearly always sleep in the bloody nude.”
“Well, put a damn coat on or something.” Was all Jericho replied and opened the door, followed by the others. As the van pulled back onto the camp site, Dave pointed out the side door window; “Hey! There’s torchlight in the ruins!” Everyone could see a yellowish white glow coming from the Abbey and Mickey pulled the van up by the caravan’s and the van’s headlights showed open door’s, lights on and contents strewn about the grass.
“We’ve been fucking
robbed!” Dave exclaimed and everyone emptied from the van with Clare running
towards her caravan shouting; ”I don’t give a shit what they have nicked, as
long as they didn’t hurt Jester; I left him asleep on the bed!”
Clare leaped through her open door and found the inside a complete mess; but a big fat cat sitting on the oven – safe and sound - She grabbed the cat and cuddled him. “The buggers don’t appear to have taken anything; they even left this behind.” The Professor held up a large brown envelope stuffed with Pound notes – the expense money for the trip - Max joined them and reported none of the dig’s expensive equipment appears to be missing. That’s when the professor pointed to the other caravan and van parked in a clearing in the woods and the little group of people heading for them. “We appear to have company, maybe they know what the fuck is going on.”
Jericho introduced himself as ‘Jerry James’ the photographer, here to shoot a portfolio for a fashion model studio. He introduced his team, Wilson Walker his lighting man, ‘Owen Oliver, scenes assistant and the team’s model, Miss Alexandra Atherton. The professor [and all the other males] couldn’t take their eyes off Alex in her ‘Baby Doll’ nightie. Only Clare was staring at her for another reason: they looked like sisters!
Everyone could see the strong resemblance between the two girls and Jericho jumped in quickly, “Well, Miss Clare, have you ever thought of modelling? The studio pays really well for the right model, and you already have a foot in the door!” he gestured to Alex and a little ripple of laughter passed amongst the group: the ice had been broken. Jericho admitted that no-one saw or heard anything, but they were some distance from the Archaeologist’s camp.
Clare wondered if it was local kids having a laugh at their expense, but it was little Mickey and Dr. Shaw’s shouts that pulled them outside; they were coming back fast from the ruins; their torches swinging wildly in the dark. The pair joined the group panting and shaking, finally Dr, Shaw gathered her wits together and spoke quietly with clear emotion in her voice; “Someone has dug up the old Monk’s burial ground!” Everyone looked about and the Professor shook his head; “That’s impossible; we’ve only been absent for a couple of hours.” But Dr. Shaw insisted, and the entire group headed for the old Monk’s burial ground and shone their torches over the graveyard. They stood in silence until Clare said quietly; “They look like mole hills.”
Jericho rubbed his chin and gathered the team around him, “We need a closer look at this. Alex and I will take a little look when everyone are in bed.”
“They also trashed the old Monk’s graveyard.” Max said unsmiling, as the Professor clapped his hands together; “It’s been quite a night, so let’s get our heads down and start early in morning.”
Rollo was introduced to the photographers team, and everyone noticed how he and Jericho chatted together: like a pair of old friends. Owen saw the look on Alex’s face and gripped her arm, whispering, “Who does he resemble Alex?” She smiled and said softly, “My son Phillipe. Same eyes, hair and built. A handsome man, and I’m not being biased.”
Everyone returned to their caravan’s; except Mickey and Dave who crashed out in the van. Dr. Shaw was sharing with Clare and, of course, Jester the cat. Whilst Max and Rollo shared the smallest caravan; the Professor had one all to himself – he was a professor after all - and no-one else could fit in with all his books, maps and manuscripts. Not to mention the damn smell of his big pipe!
As lights went out amid shouts of ‘goodnight’, a quiet darkness descended upon Hobbs Abbey ruins. But deep within its fallen stones, broken gargoyles, silent Angels and empty doorways; something was moving.
3. A GRAVEYARD DEMON.
Jericho walked quietly over the broken earth, squatting down by the old Monk’s burial ground wall and examined the heaps of soil thrown up. He glanced around and saw Alex a few paces behind. He had to chuckle; she clearly wasn't dressed for messing about in an old cemetery - late at night - but it did make him smile; Alex had a mini-dress on and a flowery white lace blouse. "Alexandra, if that skirt was much shorter, you would be wearing just a belt. But I do like the bright red Wellington boots.” Jericho gestured to her footwear and just had to grin.
She stared at her boots and shrugged her shoulders; “I thought they were perfect for wandering around a graveyard in the middle of the night. If I fell into a bloody big hole; I could use them to signal for help!” Alex grinned broadly and joined Jericho peering into one of the holes.
After a few seconds, Jericho rubbed his chin and nodded to himself; “Ceebrus.” He and Alex held their mirrors over the hole. “What would bring such a Minion of the ‘Dark one’ to this place?” She asked looking about the ruins of the old Abbey. “It’s not exactly a cornucopia of human souls ready for stealing.” She added and looked towards the vehicles and caravan’s parked north of the Abbey.
Jericho nodded and pulled a small glass orb from his coat pocket and held it out; he watched little red streaks appear around its circumference and sighed; “Quite a strong signal Alex: It’s a Minion that could take Souls and Ceebrus fills the bill.”
Alex nodded her agreement and shone her torch towards the Abbey ruins; “Quite beautiful, it must have been something special in its heyday; apart from when the devil dropped by.” Jericho had to agree with that.
“Probably; back to the caravan for now I think, we may have to ask for a Guardian on this one; if not a Knight.” Jericho operated his mirror out and the pair vanished.
Father Rollo Cappanni gently pulled open the caravan door and eased himself inside, pulling off his jumper and loose boots, he lay on the small sofa that doubled as a bed and lit a cigarette. He smoked for some minutes before extinguishing it and then pulled his thick, red notebook from his discarded coat pocket and started to scribble notes with a half pencil.
Rollo had a pretty good idea that the Devil’s Minion; Ceebrus was abroad and quite possibly, was using the Abbey for his own evil ends. Father Roland Cappanni worked for [in secret] a small department of the Vatican called ‘The Prayer of Liberty’ – he was an Exorcist and investigator of the Paranormal - that concerned the Church. Rollo had been dispatched to watch over the Abbey ruins during the excavations by the student Archaeologists; the place was well noted in Vatican records.
But he wondered who the young couple were and why are they poking about the Abbey ruins in the middle of the night; had they trashed the caravan’s and for what purpose? He didn’t recongnise Jericho and Alex because of the darkness. He just saw shapes. The thoughts swamped his head, but no conclusions were reached because he fell asleep where he lay, clutching the precious notebook bound by a thick rubber band. He had a troubled and dark dream, and it was Max moving about the small room, that woke Rollo from his disturbing sleep. “Come on Rollo; Clare’s knocked up some breakfast and we’re invited!” Max was combing his long hair and smiling with anticipation of tea with bacon and eggs. Rollo blinked at the sunlight streaming through the large window and realised he had slept for nearly five hours. He coughed loudly and made for the small bathroom, telling Max that he would join him at Clare’s caravan after he had a ‘wash and brush up’.
Rollo squeezed through the small door and was greeted by Clare who kissed him with a big smile; “Good morning big brother; tea or coffee?” She asked as the large priest eased into the seat next to Max. He asked for coffee and accepted a plate of bacon, eggs, beans and a large sausage, with two thick slices of bread; well buttered.
She almost poured hot coffee over Max and had to take a minute to recover. The model Alex simply had to be related to the Cappanni family she thought and would try and ask the woman about her family history. Clare knew where her enormous sexual libido came from, if only a half of the stories about her infamous ancestor was true! Her mother and grandmother both ‘blamed’ the countess for their problems caused by being sexually liberated long before it was acceptable for women. At least Clare lived in a time when there wasn’t much condemnation of such women. The 1960’s and 1970’s were the real start of sexual liberation and Clare had to admire a woman in the 1790’s who stood up for her natural ‘rights’.
Rollo commented on the election of Mr. Ted Heath as Prime- Minister and Clare pointed out that Mr. Heath was one of just a handful of British Prime-Minister’s that were bachelors. Dave [being a die-hard Labour supporter] expressed his opinion that Heath was as sexually attractive as a “Toads arse” – So little wonder he was still single – even Clare chuckled at that; but the conversations were ended by the arrival of Professor Hemmings to brief them on the day’s activities.
Clare smiled at the professor, and he sat down shuffling some papers he was carrying, and his hand brushed hers as she handed him some toast. “I’ll pop by later and give your caravan a quick clean sir.” She said quietly and the professor removed his glasses and wiped them. “That will be very nice Clare, about three?” Clare nodded, another clandestine assignation was on.
Oh yes, young Clare was a real chip off the block of ‘Cappanni women’. If one was ungenerous, you could say that Alex had passed a form of nymphomania down the generations of Cappanni women or if generous: the yearning to be free of men’s preconceived perceptions of what women should expect sexually.
Alex probably had a
lot to answer for! God bless her!
4. THE PHOTO SHOOT.
Max and Dave walked over to the orographer’s caravan and watched the first scenes being set up. Owen stood adjusting a windbreak and smiled at the pair; “This morning is just some topless shot’s for that very popular newspaper and it’s page three!” Max and Dave exchanged a glance and immediately volunteered if they could help. That made Own Chuckle and he had them setting up the two big windbreaks either side of a huge oak tree. Jerry shouted ‘Thanks’ to the pair and fussed around his two tripods.
Wilson looked the part, walking around with a ‘light-meter’ and cussing occasionally, holding the thing up and moaning about the shifting clouds. Jerry shouted at the caravan for Alex, they were ready for the first shots. Dave and Max stood arms folded, watching carefully as Alex emerged smiling from the caravan, wearing a small pair of red shorts that were so tight, they looked like they were painted on. Her top half was wrapped in a big red cardigan, and she walked – barefoot – to the tree where the photographer chatted with her, about what he wanted. They were in fact, discussing Alex’s descendants and how to handle the situation. Then Jerry called for quiet and no movement and then shouted at Alex to pose as she liked with the tree as a prop and a background.
Alex pulled her cardigan off and smiled at Dave and Max, “Enjoy the views boys!” She shouted and stood, arms on hips, with her magnificent breasts exposed. The nipples standing up, fully erect.
Max managed to mumble, wiping his face, “What a fucking woman.” While Dave grinned and said quietly, “Nipples like a blind cobbler’s thumbs.” They agreed that Alex’s tits were probably the best they had seen in real life. Their student flat [Dave, Mickey and Max shared] was strewn with nude magazines and pornography so, that was a real compliment! Alex leaned against the tree, back to Jerry’s ever-present camera, and bent right over, showing her peach shaped arse and allowing her firm large breasts to hang. She smiled broadly at Max. Dave slapped his arm and grinned, “Fuck Max! I think she fancies you!” Max just shook his head, “Since when do Goddesses pick poor mortals? She’s just posing for Jerry’s camera.” Dave stared at him, “Yeah right, she fucking fancies you man, do something about it!” Max slowly nodded. Oh, yes, he would do something about it.
When Alex nipped in the caravan for a quick ‘break’ [she needed a pee] Max and Dave asked Owen about the model. He mischievously smiled and said that Alex was a very liberated woman who didn’t follow too many social conventions and was a free spirit, sexually. He loved the look on their faces and laughed about it with Wilson, who just shook his head, “She’ll have your balls baby brother.” Then chuckled and threw a gaudy coloured blanket on the ground, moving the windbreaks around it, bar away from the blanket so that they wouldn’t show in the photographs. Alex reappeared and Max really did smile: she was wearing a flowing cotton summer dress that reached her ankles and a straw hat. Owen called him over to hold one end of the windbreak and Alex took her position on the blanket. Dave stood – really annoyed that he hadn’t been asked – but couldn’t see past the windbreaks. Jerry the self-proclaimed camera king appeared, and the shoot continued.
Alex sprawled across the blanket with the top of the dress unlaced, her massive tits on display. She pulled the dress up with both hands and posed seductively, smiling at Max and not the camera, showing the smallest white cotton panties that Max had ever seen. The outline of her vagina was obvious and when she rolled over, he was given a spectacular close up of her bum, again with her vagina below, hanging in those tight panties. He could feel stirrings in his trousers and knew that she was teasing him.
Jerry called a stop and stood talking with Wilson, while Owen disappeared in the caravan to make lunch. Alex had laced herself up and walked to the tree line, shouting to Jerry that she was taking a walk in the woods. Under Dave’s encouragement, Max followed, running to catch up with her and they walked together, chatting about anything and everything. It would have been clear to any bystander that the pair fancied each other, and Alex rarely held back when she discovered a man she wanted. And the charming and handsome young Max was that man. And true to form, she didn’t hold back!
They stopped by a big ancient oak tree and Alex leaned against it, smiling at Max who asked if she was little afraid of the dark forbidding woods. Alex smiled and she ran a gentle finger down his big chest and admitted she wasn’t afraid because she had a big strong man to protect her. He took the hint! Max pulled her to him, and the pair kissed quite passionately for their first time together: sexually. He didn’t even realise that it was Alex calling the shots in this particular meeting, not that he would have cared, exploring her body under that flimsy dress. He wanted her above anything else – for now – and she was more than willing for him to take her: for now and under her terms.
He slowly kissed her lips, neck and shoulders while his eager hands took possession of her supple body. She responded by placing her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close, responding to his delicate kisses. Their mouths came together, and the passion level crept up, with his hands finding her bum and breasts which Max caressed slowly, gently, yet firmly. Alex dropped a hand, and it ran over his crotch, being delighted at what his tight jeans were hiding: for now. They whispered and kissed with growing passion, their tongues now saying ‘hello’ and Alex expertly unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zipper, giving the cue for the love making to start.Now behind the big tree, they frantically pulled off each other’s clothes, totally uncaring if a football crowd was watching their sexual antics. Max tugged down Alex’s white panties as she lay on the grass, smiling at him, and his head was between her legs tasting what he lusted for, while she firmly massaged her breasts and especially her now fully erect nipples. Alex threw back her hair and groaned a little, the young man clearly knew what his tongue and fingers were for. He set to the task with enthusiasm and skill, betraying his experience with a woman which Alex was now benefiting from. She gripped his head and moaned a little louder, feeling every exquisite movement of his hands and tongue. She whispered to him, and he stood as she knelt before him and her mouth took possession of his handsome big cock and easily matched his skill in the oral sex game.
Max glanced about, totally ‘turned on’ by the prospect of fucking her in a public place. Then groaned loudly as her moist tongue worked the tip of his cock for some minutes, before her mouth progressed down the shaft until her nose touched his belly, then she retreated back to the tip. This was repeated several times before he pushed her back onto the grass and pulled open her Legs, whispering that he didn’t have a bloody condom and was she taking precautions. Now that did make Alex smile, he was one of the few men that ever asked her that! She just told him to mount her, and he did. Slowly and gently at first, until she was filled, with Alex lifting her legs, opening wide to accommodate him. He speeded up, thrusting rhythmically as she gripped his head and pulled his mouth to hers. Now the passion really did explode between the lovers, with tongues filling mouths almost desperately. She now gripped his shoulders and he started to fuck her with real strength and depth. They groaned and moaned together as the lust and animal passion took over their bodies. They were now fucking intensely, and it would have taken aa lightning bolt to separate them.
They swapped to the ‘doggy’ position and Max now gripped her big swinging titties with some delight as he drove his cock into her, his thighs slapping her quivering arse. Alex groaned loudly and felt the first orgasm on the way, her fingers digging into the soft grass as he fucked her hard and fast: the way she loved it. Her orgasm put in an appearance, and she actually cussed as her body shook under the delicious pounding she was receiving at his hands. They quickly changed position and Alex sat in his lap, arms around his shoulders and legs wrapped around his sweating body, as they kissed frantically, With Max gripping her hips and arse pulling her close. They were soon back in Alex’s favourite position: the missionary, and both were sweating openly in the warm sunshine and their heaving bodies had patches of dirt and grass sticking to them. But they didn’t care, sheer sexual passion and satisfaction was all that concerned them. They rolled in the grass and dirt like rutting dogs until finally Max couldn’t hold on anymore and with some calls to the ‘almighty’ he came in Alex, trigging a matching orgasm form her.
They lay panting and gasping, kissing and whispering, already tired from their erotic exertions on this warm sunny day, but both were happy with each other’s performance and said so, laughing about it. Alex really giggled when Max kissed her eyes, nose and mouth, asking if she would kindly put that in writing!
They really didn’t want to separate, but they both heard voices and their names. It was Owen shouting that Jericho wanted Alex. Max looked a little concerned as he saw Owen approaching through the tree’s, but Alex smiled, whispering that her and Owen were really close friends, and he would never, ever betray her. Max strangely enough, felt a little jealous of that precious relationship, but nodded. They parted and quickly dressed, trying to wipe off dirt and grass at the same time. Alex said they should separate and re-appear back at the ruins, separately to give no-one evidence for any gossip. Max agreed and stole several kisses before he departed.
Owen found Alex pissing behind the tree and chuckled, “I see the flame caught another moth.” Alex just smiled and smoothed down her dress after pulling up her panties. “Well, if it did, it was a bloody great moth who knew how to fuck!” She pushed her arm through his and the pair walked back to the caravans together, talking quietly: Owen wanted to know all the delicious details of the fucking she had just received, and Alex was delighted to tell him.
5. DEATH ON A SUNNY DAY.
Rollo stood outside in the warm morning sunshine and smoked slowly, half listening to Dave and Max discussing the ample charms of the model, when the radio news started playing on the transistor that Max had switched on. He held up his hand to silence the chatter and everyone listened to the news, including Clare and the Professor. But no-one could see the professor’s hand up Clare’s short skirt handling something he really enjoyed. She just sat sipping her tea with a little smile on her face.
The local news stated that a dead body had been found in Catcall Lane was being investigated by Police; Dave rubbed his chin and pointed south of the Abbey; “I think Catcall Lane runs at the rear of the bloody abbey!” He shouted and everyone started to head for the Abbey ruins and the small road which lay behind it.
But the little group came to a stop as Mickey’s van appeared from Bell’s Lane, followed by a black Police van which in turn was followed by a dark blue Ford Zephyr Mark IV. “CID.” Max said simply and Father Cappanni started to walk to the vehicles with the Professor. Clare gripped Max’s arm and whispered; “You don’t think the body and the raid on our caravans are really connected?” Max nodded; “Yeah, and I bet the coppers think that too.” Little Mickey jumped from his van and walked over to Clare, Max and Dave, leaving the Professor, Dr. Shaw and Father Cappanni to speak to the two CID officers. “What’s up big man?” Max asked quietly and the visibly shocked Mickey spoke quickly and softly.
They [him and Dr. Shaw] had been stopped by Police officers as they turned down Bell’s Lane and questioned about the body lying in a small rainwater ditch, near the roadside. Apparently, the old Policeman had recognised the dead man as a local farmhand come poacher; who had been savagely attacked and killed; despite carrying a loaded shotgun!
“They think it could be some escaped wild animal; the poor bastard was torn up badly.” Mickey added and accepted a cigarette from Dave, who wondered why the dead poacher hadn’t given the unknown beast both barrels of his shotgun.
Wilson and Alex stood by the old wall of the Monk’s burial ground and watched the police activity; “The Collector put the call in this morning – that poor bugger wasn’t supposed to die for another three years - and of course; no Soul was found to collect.” Wilson pushed the mirror back into his jacket pocket and folded his arms. Alex nodded and said softly; “Ceebrus, he’s been released again. Demon Ingress states he often takes the form of a burrowing lizard, hence all those bloody holes!”
Wilson nodded, “Little wonder the poacher didn’t have time to use his shotgun, probably came straight out the ground and caught him unaware. It would have been over in seconds, poor bastard.”
Jericho called demon Ingress and asked for a Guardian. He [and the team] were delighted to find that little Oscar was on his way. Jericho would explain the presence of the dwarf by saying he was a model for some of the scenes being shot. Oscar chuckled and took a swig from his hipflask: "Well, I've tangled with old Ceebrus a couple of times over the centuries, but never did discover where the bugger made his home." Oscar the Guardian gripped his staff and followed Alex and Wilson into the old Monk's cemetery. The little glass orb he held out immediately showed small red streaks. "He's about somewhere." Oscar muttered and then smiled, as Jericho and Owen appeared through the gateway and joined them at the edge of the cemetery.
Oscar greeted them both with real affection; Jericho had been his old temporal Inspector, when Oscar was a sergeant in the Temporal Directorate. "I've borrowed Inspector Ali's local human agent; he knows Ceebrus only too well and he'll assist us." Jericho informed the group and pushed his mirror into his coat pocket, adding; "We'll meet him at the gateway in the old South wall."
As the group headed for the south wall, Owen spoke softly to Alex and Wilson, about being privy to the conversation between their Jericho and Inspector Ali; regarding the local human agent. "He's well experienced in demonology, the 'Dark One' and most things supranational; well, supernatural to living humans anyway!" Wilson chuckled at that and jerked a thumb to towards the gateway; "Looks like he's here." Then smiled at Alex; "Could this be called a family reunion?"
Father Rollo Cappanni stood in the old gate way and watched the group of Temporal Detectives approach, he extinguished his cigarette and threw the butt down. Inspector Ali had told him about his ancestor; Lady Alexandra Mary Cappanni and he smiled, she was easily as beautiful as her portrait showed; the artist had certainly painted what he saw. He now knew that the naughty stories and gossip passed down about her was probably actually true!
Jericho shook his hand firmly; "Do I call you father or Rollo?" He asked and Rollo just smiled; "Rollo will do nicely Mr. Tibbs." Jericho introduced his team and Rollo gripped Alex's hand and grinned; "You certainly are as beautiful as family legend always described. I can see a lot of you in my kid sister Clare; she's considered very pretty." Rollo wondered if Clare had also inherited her sexually liberated attitude – if the stories were only half truths about their ancestor – and was surprised when he thought about that: he didn’t disapprove as a priest should!
Alex kissed him on both cheeks with real affection; "You certainly have inherited the male side of the family; it always produced big, strapping handsome boys and men. I am so pleased to meet you. I would love to meet Clare and tell her who I really am, but they both laughed, and Alex gripped his arm firmly; Yes, she could indeed see her oldest son Phillipe in the big man. Same eyes, smile and same dedication to what he believed. Seeing Father Rollo bought back the unhappy thought that her all her children had been dead for many, many years. But she still smiled at the priest. The pair exchanged a real odd look that passed un-noticed by everyone , except Jericho. The astute Inspector missed very little. He believed that Rollo – through his historical investigation skills – knew more about the infamous ‘English Countess’ of Cappanni than he would ever reveal.
Rollo turned to Jericho; "I have researched the Abbey thoroughly. In pagan times this was a site for pagan rituals; including human sacrifice. The church, as usual, to show dominance over false gods raised a house of God here. But this Abbey was special. Local legend tells that the devil himself charged one of his minions; Ceebrus to watch over the old sacred ground. It is said that God sent a Knight to slay the beast and that he drove it underground." Father Rollo coughed into his hankie and Alex [being a doctor] knew that sign was bad; she had glimpsed fresh spots of blood on the cloth.
He continued; "The Abbey was supposedly built where this divine battle took place and to secure the ground for God - for good. But the devil is a cunning foe and he allowed Ceebrus to remain hidden in a special place and made the promise, to allow him free reign when six hundred and sixty-six human years had passed. That anniversary came about this very year of our lord 1970." Everyone nodded; they now knew why Jericho had borrowed this priest from Inspector Ali's human team.
"It's also part of the reason; we have the legend of Saint George and the Dragon. That story is made up from various fights between Knights of God and the forces of darkness over the centuries." Owen added and Wilson patted him on the shoulder; "Spot on baby brother."
Rollo waved a hand at the Abbey ruins; "Over the centuries everyone believed that Ceebrus lay hidden within the confines of the Abbey, but my research points to somewhere very different, simply because Ceebrus was worshipped as a pagan deity – a tree spirit - that’s what he's called in old manuscripts and texts. I’m surprised he didn’t make a re-appearance earlier, once the Abbey fell into disuse. Maybe the Dark Prince does keep his word."
"So where is the little bugger?" Oscar asked and gripped his Staff of Moses. Rollo smiled and turned a full half circle and pointed to Hobbs Wood; the ancient forest that was protected by law. "He's in there – somewhere - That's how come the poacher fell victim to him so easily. The man walked straight into his lair. That is the true Devils Graveyard." Everyone stared at Hobbs Wood; dark and foreboding.
"Then, that's where we have to go." Jericho looked quite grim and consulted his mirror. Rollo coughed again; "I think it would be very unwise to march into the demons lair, where it is fully prepared and waiting. There is a better way to tackle the monster I think." Father Rollo explained his plan to an astonished - and a little surprised - audience. Alex was going to be a human female sacrifice to the beast!
6. ALEX ALWAYS HAD A SOFT SPOT FOR ACADEMICS!
Alex had been invited by Professor Hemmings to his caravan to inspect his manuscripts and books, detailing the history and development of the Abbey, the narrative really ended when King Henry VIII closed it down and sold it to local landowners. Then from the 1560’s the legends and stories about the old place started to appear. The professor cleaned his spectacles and smiled, “I think most were started by the landowner, who wanted to attract late period medieval pilgrims and tourists to the site, to generate income, he had paid the late king a lot of gold for the site. But he, and subsequent owners failed to maintain it, and after the disastrous fire in 1589, the place really fell into disrepair. But there is one persistent story or stories, that concern a strange figure in black – how surprising – that still appears today. He or it, appears now again, sometimes many years apart and disappears, the phantom appears to be searching for something. Obviously, he has never found it, because he has returned, time and time again, for almost over four hundred years.”
Alex was now not only interested in the professor but his incredible knowledge of the site. To her, the figure in black, could easily be a time traveller, which means there could be a time portal somewhere in or near the Abbey. That didn’t surprise her, and Jericho would be really interested in the story. She would check her mirror for breaches of the timeline for the Abbey, but that can wait, she had other things to do, and the professor was one of them!
Trying to look at a map, the professor fetched a magnifying glass from the front of the caravan and found Alex bent right her his little desk. She was wearing those shorts again! He stood gripping his magnifying glass and staring at that those incredible bum cheeks with his mouth open a little: Professor Hemmings was an old-fashioned tits and arse man, and her tits and now, beautiful arse was too much for him. He walked slowly up behind her and pressed against Alex, leaning over to point to the map. Alex turned a little and smiled; “I say professor, is that your magnifying glass pressed against my butt?” With a rueful smile, the professor held up the glass in answer. Alex now touched his happy face. “Oh, you’re a very naughty professor!” and he was!
He fumbled so much at getting his clothes off, Alex actually had to help him and found her reward in his bright red ‘boxer’ shorts [bright red?] She gripped his wonderful big cock and was more than happy to suck it like a vacuum cleaner turned up to turbo. As she swallowed down his prick, he managed to pull off her T-shirt [she was bra-less] and fondle those magnificent big titties. After a few minutes, he said softly, “Now it’s your turn my dear.” He simply swept an arm across the table, spilling the maps and books on the floor and with hidden strength, lifted Alex and placed her on the table, pulling her shorts down and off. He was quickly between her legs and went to work on what he loved: A tasty wet open fanny.
If professor Hemmings was an acknowledged medieval expert, then his other true vocation would be eating vagina’s. Alex’s eyes actually rolled at one point: he had hit her ‘spot’ almost instantly and worked it expertly. She gripped his head and groaned, “Fucking hell, you didn’t learn this from no book!” He came up for air and grinned, “No my dear, I did a lot of field work when I was a freshman!” and dived back into her honeypot and Alex had an orgasm under his superb mouth and finger work. Her legs shook a little and rubbed his ears, which - strangely enough – he didn’t mind. Finally Alex gasped, “Fuck me! Please fuck me now!” The professor finished eating and stood, pushing his big cock into her and smiled a little, “I take it my dear, by your request and demeanour, you want to be fucked hard and fast?”
Alex nodded vigorously, feeling every inch of his cock filling her up. Little wonder he was a respected man amongst his peers: his depth of perception and anticipation was top class. So was his fucking, Alex had demanded hard and fast and that’s exactly what she received, with the added bonus, he went deep and didn’t stop. The good professor fucked her brains out on the table, on the floor, against the kitchen sink, on the fold- away sofa and finally on the bed which was also covered with books, maps and manuscripts. But Alex didn’t have time to read any, she was busy having some classic orgasms. She spurted [hard] groaned and moaned, at one point ramming a small notebook into her mouth to bite off some real screams. And still the horny academic pounded her!
They were in the missionary position when Alex dragged his head down and kissed him, the bloody sparks flew, and Alex was really surprised: he was old enough to be her father! Then the French kissing started, and their tongues collided releasing hot sensual, unbridled passion which surprised both of them. They rolled around the bed locked in an animal like embrace, and Alex – unusual for her – found she had bitten his shoulders and neck with released passion. He responded by her marking the base of her neck and she loved it. Finally, with few sounds made, he came inside her and like his incredible fucking, he just kept coming. It ran from her cock stuffed cunt, down her thighs and legs in little streams. It triggered an enormous orgasm for Alex, and she lay back, panting, crying a little and shaking from breasts to toes. He propped himself up on one elbow and took several breaths, running a hand over her heaving breasts and stomach. “Alexandra darling, I do hope you don’t mind, but can I indulge in seconds please?” and took her hand and placed it on his erecting cock.
She just stared at it, stiffening before her eyes, and whispered, asking him what he now wanted. He smiled and rubbed his chin, then ran his hand down her bum cheek and patted it, “I would love to try some Greek love with you, if you don’t mind.” Alex took a breath and said softly, “You mean poke my bum hole?” He nodded, “Well, that’s one way of putting it.” They both laughed a little and Alex rolled over, putting her hands upon the cheeks of her arse, and gently pulled them apart. “Go on pervy professor!”
He mounted her gently and skilfully, then pulled up her hips so she was in the ‘doggy’ position, patted her bum, then fucked her arse like they only had ten minutes to live between them!
Alex found she was spurting again, gripping the small headboard, and chewing his pillows, then they changed to Alex sitting in his lap, with her back to him and he gripped her tits like a mountain climber hanging from a ledge. She placed an arm around his neck and leaned back with his cock buried in her back passage and they French kissed again. It was atomic explosion number two and – shocked – they both realised what was happening to them and their entwined bodies. They finally ended up back in Alex’s favourite position: the missionary with her legs right up past her head and the professor poking her bum hole [as Alex indelicately put it earlier] with their mouths locked together. She was utterly surprised – and amazed – when he finally came again. It filled any space left in her back passage and when he finally – and reluctantly – withdrew, it poured from her like a watering can tipped on flowers.
They now collapsed together and just lay, slowly running their hands over each other’s sweaty exhausted bodies. Alex stoked his face and kissed his lips, they said nothing because there was nothing to say; their bodies had done all the talking needed. He finally said, kissing her ear, “If you want my dear, I can go again, but it would need a little help from that adorable mouth of yours.” Alex just stared at him and smiled, she was about to answer when there was a loud knocking coming form the front door and it opened with Clare shouting for the professor! They both stared at each other, and the professor cursed, “So sorry my darling but Clare is also very demanding….” He didn’t finish because Clare was standing in the open doorway, in just her pink panties, pulling her T-shirt over her head. “Darling, I’m so bloody horny watching that Alex nearly naked, my cunt is already wet…” She dropped the T-shirt and stared at the pair on the bed. There was a silence for a few seconds and Clare said softly “You really are a dirty old, perverted professor….no wonder I love you!” She tied the little white apron on and gestured to Alex; “Should I start the cleaning with Alex? I’m sure you’ve left a mess that needs to be cleaned. Should I use my tongue?”
He grunted, “Yes, clean that up my dear, but naked I think for now.” Alex then looked down and saw that the professor was bloody erect again! Clare slowly pulled down her panties, and tore off the apron, revealing a thick hairy fanny and slipped onto the bed, “Hi Alex, do you like other girls?” Alex managed to nod, and Clare smiled. “Terrific! He can fuck me up my shit box and you can enjoy this.” She patted her fanny. The professor, gripping his new erection, and just sighed, “I do spank her if she doesn’t keep a decent tongue in her head.”
Alex watched as she knelt in front of him, and he scooped a thick book from the pile on the floor and proceeded to slap her pink quivering arse with it: really hard. Clare loved it and so did Alex when it was her turn. But first Clare had her ‘cleaning’ to do and was quickly between Alex’s legs, licking clean the mess the professor had left there, while Alex stroked her long hair and sucked the professors new erection. He commented how the girls really looked similar, especially when they were kneeling in front of him, while he took turns with their arse’s, as they French Kissed together. Clare’s darting tongue explored every inch of Alex’s moist and willing mouth while the professor fucked her from behind ‘up the shit box’ as she had graphically described the act. Alex dismissed any thoughts about ‘incest’ because there was almost a two-hundred-year gap between them! Besides, she treated it like they were second cousins or something similar.
Alex and Clare had some pretty hard lesbian play while the professor watched: at one-point young Clare was rimming Alex, inserting fingers deep into her anus and licking them. She left Alex a little speechless and frankly shocked, when she whispered into her ear, that Alex could crap on her tits in the small toilet! For once, Alex really couldn’t find it in herself to say ‘yes’ to that particular sexual request. But the pervy professor would certainly volunteer to fulfil that ‘unusual’ challenge without batting an eyelid.
But their little threesome was broken up by knocking at the caravan door. It was Dr. Shaw, and she wanted the professors advice on some pieces of foundation stone found in an odd place and she would wait. The professor groaned and kissed both ‘his girls’ and dressed quickly, cussing a little under his breath.
Alex had to go too, she had been away from the photo shoot far too long and told Clare that her ‘boss’ Jerry would start asking too many questions, so with a promise of the threesome restarting soon, Alex left and headed straight for the caravan and a hot shower: she stank of sex and was covered in sweat and cum. She had also escaped – for now – any awkward questions about the mysterious ‘English Countess’ of Cappanni of the 18th century who Clare and her, ‘resembled’ so much. Besides, she had a demon to lure out of his lair.
7. BLOOD SACRIFICE.
"You alright with this Alexandra?" Jericho asked – again - she smiled; "Well if it brings that bloody monster out into the open, then it has to be done." Wilson checked his orb and lowered himself behind the thick clump of bushes and watched the dark forest carefully; "No sign of the bastard; yet." He smiled broadly at Alex, as the group all hid behind the small trees and bushes, saying "You OK Alex?"
"I'm bloody stark naked under Jericho's frock coat, apart the flowers around my head. No, I'm not really alright, but if it lures him out, then it’s worth it." Both Jericho and Wilson smiled broadly; Alex was one of a kind, brave and willing to face real danger; if needs demand it. Father Rollo flicked through his little notebook, reading with a small torch. "We'll start over there; by that old oak tree stump. We'll light a small fire and put lamps around it." He rummaged in his coat pockets and produced a dagger and a small gold chalice - he had borrowed that from the local church - but the old dagger was his own.
He also produced a small flute and blew a couple of notes, then coughed again. "Alex, dance around the tree stump with plenty of waving arms, like we practiced this afternoon. I'll keep time with the flute." He produced a dead rabbit from his canvas bag which made Alex grimace, he smiled at her; "Blood is blood to a demon. That dead poacher had it in his bag and I sort of borrowed it from him." He slit open the dead animal and squeezed blood into the chalice; apologising to God as he did so.
Owen was sulking a little; he had been designated as 'back-up' and would be the only one carrying a mirror. He would locate a little away from the group, should things go badly wrong. "I won't be able to see the dance or anything interesting." He grumbled and Wilson slapped his back; "None of us can carry a mirror out there, so we have to depend on you, my little pervert. That beast can practically smell them and we've nowhere to hide the fuckers!"
"We won't be disturbed by the students. They have all gone to the pub in the next village. I told them I would watch the caravans and do some urgent letters to Rome. I gave Clare a couple of quid to buy some drinks. They won't be back till well after midnight."
"It may come as a shook to your kid sister to find her big brother - a priest - stark naked and performing pagan rituals in the middle of the night." Wilson chuckled and asked Owen the time. "Ten minutes to midnight." He said simply and made for his hiding place: reluctantly. Everyone looked at each other and Jericho grinned; "Well, let’s get it done."
Oscar chuckled; "first time I've tackled a demon in the buff with only my staff for cover." The group of five then removed their coats and headed for the ancient tree stump. Alex was actually well surprised by Jericho's physic; he must work out in secret, she thought and then glanced at Wilson. Her eyes looked at one part of the big man and wouldn't look away; until Jericho started the fire.
"Bloody hell Wilson; have you a license for that?" She giggled and took up her position in front of the stump. Wilson just smiled and shrugged his shoulders; "My wife Rosie always said it was the best part of me." Alex had to agree with that; she had been one lucky woman!
Father Rollo set up the 'black alter' quickly, he looked up at the full moon and whispered; "Let’s start, it’s almost midnight." He started to play the flute, whilst Jericho, Wilson and Alex joined hands and began to dance slowly around the stump. Oscar held aloft the chaise and dagger. In monotonous tones he started to praise the 'Dark Prince'; reading from Father Rollo's little book by a small, flickering lamp.
“Everyone kneel, but you keep on dancing Alex; remember he is a male demon, and you need to show him what's on offer." Father Rollo whispered, and everyone obeyed. Ceebrus was in human form, but with some scales on his legs and torso. He had the human body of an athlete and was nearly seven feet tall. He stood at the edge of the forest; watching Alex dance.
"A bloody demon with a six pack and looking like a young Apollo." She whispered to herself, as she squatted and turned on the damp grass, lifting her bum to him and wiggling it quite provocatively. "It’s working; he's erect." Father Rollo spoke softly, between blowing on the little flute. "He wants her; he's accepted the gift."
Oscar had his staff close to his hand - covered with thick, smelly foliage to prevent Ceebrus from detecting its presence - as he knelt and watched carefully the approach of his old adversary; "You’re in a for a surprise you little bastard."
Ceebrus stopped some yards from the fire, and everyone could now see him fully. If he was human, he would be a magnificent specimen with a handsome rugged face and dark black eyes. Most human women wouldn't think twice about jumping into bed with him. He watched as Alex rolled over onto her front and lifted her bum into the air, pulling the cheeks of her arse apart - as Father Rollo had suggested - Rollo knew that the demon simply wouldn't be able to resist an offer like that.
Ceebrus groaned loudly and pushed both hands through his long dark hair which was piled around his broad shoulders. He spoke in the ancient tongue; Aramaic. "I accept this woman as a gift to our Master and will take her fully. Place her upon the tree alter." He pulled the little golden loin cloth off, exposing his large erect penis. Jericho and Wilson lifted Alex and placed her face down upon the stump; she again lifted her bum to him.
The demon smiled and gripping his penis made for the stump slowly. "Now Oscar!" Was all Father Rollo shouted and threw the dagger into the torso of Ceebrus. He grabbed up his notebook and began to read aloud; the incantation for throwing demons back to hell. Oscar jumped over both the stump and Alex, his staff gripped in both hands.
"You’re gonna get fucked old friend, but not the way you hoped!" Oscar shouted and the two squared up, whilst Wilson grabbed Alex and the pair ran for the little clump of tree's, where their clothes were and more importantly, their mirrors lay.
Father Rolland had never actually seen a demon and a Guardian of God fight - few living humans would had done so - It was violent and vicious, but Oscar had the upper hand; his staff had been supplied by the 'BOSS' [God] himself and the demon had no answer to it. Had the demon been a Tier One - the outcome would have been very different - only the Knights could tackle them and 'Dark Angels'. But Oscar was well up to this task and Ceebrus disappeared; back to his master to lick his wounds.
They joined Alex and Wilson back at the clump of trees and pulled on their coats. Owen joined them; grinning broadly; "Now that's what I call a job well done." He congratulated his colleagues but was disappointed that Alex had Jericho's coat firmly wrapped around her.
"It’s not over yet, we need to find his lair whilst he licks his wounds and destroy it. He won't be able to return; ever." Father Rollo spoke quietly, and everyone nodded. "But that can wait until morning." He smiled and the victorious little group headed back to the caravans, where Jericho arranged to meet Father Rollo at the south gateway again; in the morning. Rollo fell into his caravan and swallowed down some whisky and drifted off to sleep - still partly dressed - on the small bed.
8. ALEX KEEPS IT IN THE FAMILY [SORT OF….]
He was woken by movement in the caravan, and he knew it wasn’t Max who he shared with. It was Alex, and she sat on the bottom of the small bed and explained that she knew about his serious ill health. She reassured him that his soul was safe and that almost certainly, he would be offered a position in the Temporal department. Rollo and Alex chatted for some time before Alex finally asked if she could do anything for him, and that was anything. She wanted to offer comfort before his short journey into the darkness, then return to the world of the almost living. They sat holding hands and he didn’t have to think long, looking at her big breasts barely restrained by her T-shirt, or those long legs hanging from those very short, shorts. He whispered in her ear, and she smiled, “Certainly Rollo, it would be the least I could do for you.” She stood and pulled off her T-shirt and dropped in on the floor, Rollo was quick to his feet and took possession of her large pert breasts, caressing them with his mouth and hands. Rollo now knew that the Churches rules were not sanctioned by God and made up by other men, he didn’t feel guilty or concerned about having sex or remaining celibate until his time of passing. And Alex was more than happy to help him out with his wishes! [It is generally believed that the ‘celibacy’ rule was introduced to prevent church properties being handed down from father to son, refusing a priest the right to marry or have sex ensured the properties remained secure. It was apparently, a rule made by men to control other men.]
Alex wanted him to enjoy a woman’s body and so, she slipped down her shorts and he viewed her, in all her feminine splendour, and she helped him take off his clothes. When both were naked, she insisted that he lay back on the bed, arranging the pillows behind his head, then spat on her hand and rubbed her fanny before slowly mounting him, guiding his adequate cock into her waiting vagina. She rode him slowly at first, rocking back and forth while he held her hips and watched carefully. She then speeded up – much to his delight – and leaned over him, so that he could continue to enjoy her big heaving tits. And he did.
Rollo’s inexperience with women soon became apparent when he ejaculated in her quite quickly, long before an orgasm manifested itself for Alex. But she wasn’t unhappy about that [unusually for her] and pulled off him and set to work getting him erect again. She used her extensively skilled and experienced mouth, tongue and fingers on his flaccid cock and soon had it ready again. She forsakes her favourite position – the missionary – so that he didn’t have to exert his ill body and climbed back on him. Soon she was bouncing happily on his new erection and this time, she introduced the happy priest to French kissing. He struggled – at first – to get the timing and co-ordination right, but then it all clicked, and the pair kissed with some passion. Now their bodies were really talking to each other, and pure sexual enjoyment took over and he turned her gently onto her back and started to thrust with real hidden strength and determination to please.
Alex sensed his wishes and gripped his shoulders, still locked in a passionate embrace. For a novice, he did really well, and Alex felt a little orgasm bubble up and escape. She pushed up with her hips and arse, as he thrusted down and soon, they were fucking in almost perfect co-ordination. To ensure he didn’t tire himself out, Alex changed position again, sitting in his lap, legs folded around him, pushing herself up and down while he enjoyed her big tits: again. She offered him the chance to try her arse, but he was more than happy with what he was getting and so they fucked to a finish. He came in her, moaning a little and they lay together kissing and talking quietly. Alex – for once – didn’t mind not being fully sexually gratified, but she took real pleasure in the look on Rollo’s face as they lay together.
She left the priest sleeping and slipped from the caravan before Max returned and Rollo really slept well, for the first time in months it should be noted. Alex’s little ‘gift’ had worked wonders on the tired, ill and demoralized man. As the great Marvin Gaye song ‘sexual healing’ had proclaimed, that was exactly what Alex had achieved!
9. THE DEMON'S LAIR.
The team assembled by the old Monk's graveyard; just as the sun was rising and Jericho checked his mirror as everyone stood about chatting and sipping hot coffee from plastic cups. Oscar had returned to the Demon Ingress Office to fill out his report; but he did have an invitation to dinner. Wilson was teasing Owen about missing a naked Alex, while he hid in the bushes. Alex made the pair laugh, as she re-enacted some of the moves, she had to perform to lure the demon out.
Father Rolland joined them, smoking and reading his notebook, he could not see that Clare, Max, Dave and Micky were all watching him from the North wall. They couldn't, of course, see the temporal detectives who were cloaked by their mirrors for now and were most concerned to see Father Rollo apparently talking to himself; complete with gestures and pointing!
Well, everyone except Clare was quite concerned. She just stood and stared in total silence. Max turned to Clare and sounded quite puzzled; "What the fuck is Rollo doing?" Dave sucked on his cigarette and coughed; "It looks like his having a conversation with himself - the poor old buggers finally gone mad - I put that down to too much celibacy."
Micky folded his arms and stared at the priest; "What's being famous got to do with it?" Everyone just laughed, except Clare and she turned to the others and spoke quietly; she would have a word with her brother - and she really did sound concerned - now. "He's been coughing a lot and I'd swear that I saw specks of blood on his hankie." She confided to Max. They watched as the priest made off towards to Hobbs Wood - deep in conversation with himself - apparently. "Come on Max." Clare said softly, and the pair set off for Hobbs Wood as well.
Father Rollo stopped by an ancient looking tree and started to pull away the undergrowth around its base; Wilson and Owen helped. Everyone was a little astonished to see the carving that was revealed; a dove. "Little bit of a joke by the 'Dark Prince’s' minion; a dove - the symbol of peace covering the lair of a demon. I always thought that the dark bugger had a real sense of humour." Rollo muttered and they stood back; looking at the magnificent old tree.
Alex looked about and saw Clare and Max approaching; she smiled broadly; her descendant really could pass as her sister and of course, she had the same sexual appetites! Owen tapped Alex's shoulder; "Jesus Alex, she's certainly inherited a large chunk of your beauty." Wilson and Jericho nodded their agreement with that. Rollo turned and hastily pushed his notebook into the folds of his coat. "I'll deal with them; you know what is required." Jericho nodded and the team disappeared into the lair that was contained in the old tree. They found a stunning cavern with tapestries, pictures and priceless furniture; Ceebrus had lived well in his little lair, for centuries. Owen found a gold box containing many bones and Alex identified them; as all being from the little finger of numerous human hands; each finger from a separate human. Jericho closed the box slowly; "The little finger from each of the female sacrifices he was given. He fucked them and then killed them; no doubt they were souvenirs."
Owen, quite unintentionally, broke the grim mood; "Christ, why didn't the bugger just collect dirty panties, like normal men." Everyone chuckled and Wilson slapped him on the back; "Right up to your usual standard, my little perverted brother."
Alex stared at the gold box and shuddered at the thought; considering how she had danced to attract him. The terrible thought, of all the previous young girls and woman given up to the beast over the centuries, made her feel sick. She pulled her hipflask out and took a good swig. "Bastard." Was all she whispered. She straightened up and started to look around the demon's abode. That's when she noticed the ornate, gilded writing desk. She rummaged through the papers scattered over the desk and pulled up a yellow parchment; it contained a list of names - written in blood - Alex called everyone over and they gathered around the desk. Jericho read the document carefully and did not smile at what he found. "It appears to be a current list of our friend's followers and some of them are interesting." He looked up and passed the sheet around. "A local policeman, a Magistrate, the fucking local Liberian; a Miss Ester Rands, two wealthy farmers, some girls from the local school - and their dad's - and...." Owen stopped speaking and showed it to Alex; "Isn't that the archaeologist running this dig?"
Alex nodded; Doctor Janet Shaw. Little wonder that Father Rollo had been dispatched by the Vatican to oversee the dig. Dr. Shaw would have made sure that nothing interfered or threatened her master - but she hadn't counted on Temporal Detectives being assigned to the case - and a Guardian of God turning up.
Wilson handed Alex another piece of paper and spoke solemnly; "The date and time of another gift for the demon; to mark the 666th anniversary of the Abbey. Dr. Shaw wanted him to be very happy with the choice and she chooses her team here with great care." Alex stared at the paper; the human sacrifice was named as Miss Clare Cappanni. She swallowed hard; the date was tonight.
Wilson smiled; "Talk about going to the wire. The bugger must have wondered why the ceremony was a day early. If it had reservations about turning up to our little party, he soon forgot about them; when you offered your arse to him. Father Rollo was right, he simply couldn't refuse the chance to fuck it - most men or demons - couldn't resist that." He smiled again and joined Owen poking about the Gothic fireplace.
Jericho spoke directly to Alex; "I have no doubt that one of Doctor Shaw's devil worshipping friends trashed the caravan's; but what were they looking for? They had to trash all the caravans, but I suspect whatever they were after, was in Father Rollo's or the Professors caravan; but what?" He rubbed his chin and wondered what they were after. Still, it didn't really matter now that the demon was vanquished, and they had hard evidence against a cell of Devil Worshippers.
Owen called them over to the fireplace. Wilson had found what they were looking for; a small, ancient wooden chest and Jericho nodded that this was what they had come for; they left the ghastly place for the world of living humans.
10. UNWANTED REVELATIONS.
"I know who they are...I've seen the woman before; in a painting at Cappanni Palace." She spoke quietly and turned to Max; "Please let me and Rollo have a few minutes, in private please Max." He nodded and made for the edge of the old wood and waited. "You know who they are now Clare." Rollo sounded quite pleased by this revelation. She had understood completely what he had said about them, and she believed him. Clare nodded; "The woman looks like our ancestor; Lady Alexandra Cappanni; the 'English Countess' as she was known. She died in 1801, so how the hell is she standing here if they are not who you said!"
Rollo looked back to the tree; the Temporal Detectives had returned; Wilson was holding a moldy little wooden casket, no bigger that a cigarette case, gently in his big hands. "We have it." He said simply. Clare nervously whispered; "Rollo, are you going to introduce me to your strange new friends who are not bloody photographers or models."
Jericho smiled and removed his hat; "Good morning, Clare, I'm Jericho Tibbs and these people are all members of my team." He gestured to each in turn and introduced them to the young woman; he left Alex to last – deliberately - Clare managed a smile; "It’s nice to meet, a quite famous ancestor - in the flesh, so as to speak - Lady Alexandra, I have read quite a bit about you and your husband; you were also my mum's favourite. A real character and a brave woman for the times you lived in."
Rollo took the Detectives to one side as Alex and Clare chatted and asked to see the casket. Very carefully, he instructed Jericho to prise it open - no living human could open the casket - and survive. Finally, with great care, Jericho lifted the lid, and everyone stared at what lay inside; apparently wrapped in a piece of shrivelled human skin.
"What the fuck is that?" Owen looked bewildered and Wilson said nothing but stared at the strange little thing. Jericho sighed; "It’s a piece of the 'Dark Princes' fingernail; just a tiny shred of one of his fingernails and yet it was powerful enough to manifest a living demon, here in these woods for thousands of years. So just imagine what an entire fingernail could do?"
Rollo instructed that the casket should be consumed by fire and keep well away from it; whilst it burns. Clare gripped her brother’s arm and asked to speak to him alone. Rollo knew it was time to impart his terrible secret to his young sister. The Temporal detectives said their goodbyes and left.
The team assembled in the Dining Room; Mrs. Harris had prepared the boys favourite; hot beef curry with all the trimmings. Alex sighed but did enjoy her meal - as she always did - Oscar was greeted warmly by his old colleagues and loved the curry, but not as much as the company he now enjoyed. The dinner conversation turned to Father Rollo and young Clare. Alex was a little sad to find that Father Rollo had passed over just four months later. But had already been accepted for training as a Temporal Detective. Wilson commented that Jericho had sung his praises to Angel Margret; so no-one should be surprised by that.
Jericho switched the conversation to the disposal of the casket, and everyone enjoyed their meal. Alex noticed Jericho kept glancing at her and asked him if anything was wrong. He simply smiled; "No Alexandra, nothing is wrong." But Alex had the feeling that was not true.
Having drinks in the study after dinner, Wilson made everyone laugh - including Alex - by showing his dance moves to attract demons. Oscar was almost crying with mirth and joined in. Owen, seeing that Alex was now happy and relaxed, decided to act upon the thoughts that had bothered him for so long, he joined Alex by the fireplace and spoke softly to her.
What he asked, made her laugh out loud and she tapped his face lightly; "I'll think about it." She managed to utter; between giggles. She smiled broadly at Wilson and some little erotic thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind; for now. She saw Jericho looking at her as he sipped his wine and spoke softly to Mr. Harris – she believed that he had uncovered her little secret – but how long had he actually known and why no action?
Jericho smiled broadly at her and raised his glass; "Everyone, a little toast to our much respected and loved colleague Alexandra; The lady who will even dance stark naked, in a cold muddy field, to get the bloody job done!"
Everyone cheered at that statement and raised their glasses; "To Alex!" they shouted and started laughing - Alex felt much better and glanced at Jericho - she would really love to know his story totally and sipped her brandy quietly, as some really odd thoughts about the young man tumbled through her mind. Did she really have such feelings about him?
CHARACTERS
Dave Williams never finished his Archaeology course at the University; he dropped out and became the drummer of the Rock band 'Stay Dead' and toured Europe and America for some years. He was found dead in a cheap New York hotel from a heroin overdose: he was 25. His younger sister didn't bother to attend his funeral. His soul was collected and processed.
Professor Theodore Hemmings continued to have many field trips over his
years as Professor of Archaeology and wrote several books on the subject of
English history. He retired from the University in 1983 and died in January
1992 after having a stroke. His soul was collected and processed.
Doctor Caroline Shaw resigned from the University and became a TV presenter;
covering Archaeological digs around the UK for a local station. She remained a
'Devotee' of the Dark Prince and became the subject of an investigation by Team
62 and Temporal Inspector Dawn Daniels. She died in 1981 - in a strange car
accident - and not surprisingly; there was no soul to collect. It remains missing
to this day.
Michael O'Cardell - ‘Little Mickey’ - didn't complete his university
course and dropped out. Working as a farm hand for many years. Finally, he
moved to Canada and became a recluse, living in the mountains. He simply
disappeared from his log cabin and no trace of the 'big man' was ever found,
including his soul. Temporal detective Inspector 'Doc' Underhill has been
assigned the case; it remains unresolved to this day.
Maxwell Richard Alexander Victor Halls-Canton - Max - completed his course and became the Principal Archaeologist at a big Scottish University. He wrote many books on the subject and even fronted several TV shows on British Archaeology. He was made a professor at a very young age and travelled the world lecturing. He died at the grand age 0f 93, surrounded by his children and grandchildren. He had a very good life. His soul was collected and processed.
Constable Frederick Jones was an ardent follower of the Dark Prince and was the High priest of the local Devil Worshippers. it is known that he was involved in two ritualistic human sacrifices [murders] and had abused several young girls in the name of his 'Master'. One of the girl’s father's took matters in his own hands, when his accusations against Jones were 'whitewashed': he stabbed the now retired Jones, several times. Jones died in 1992 and no soul was collected. Temporal Inspector Ali Khan and Team 59 are assigned to the case.
Father Rollo Cappanni succumbed to his illness, just months after assisting Jericho and Team 74 at Hobbs Abbey. His stepsister Clare nursed him constantly through the last hard, awful days of his life. Jericho and Alex attended his funeral. His soul was collected and processed. He is now a Temporal Detective Trainee attached to Team 14.
Ceebrus - the Demon - never returned to Hobbs Abbey or his home in the Devil's graveyard. It is understood that he has become a 'Mentor' for new demons and enjoys the privileges afforded by his position, on the personal staff of the Dark Prince. He has been promoted to a Tier 1 Demon. He was to meet team 74 again under some very strange circumstances! [See episodes 'Jericho Tibbs and the tablet of creation.' in the 'THE TEMPORAL DETECTIVES' Series.]
