Selina led the priest to the altar by the hand. He was utterly helpless to resist her, lost entirely in his sexually-charged haze. Meanwhile, the former expert cat burglar-turned vampire looked around nervously at the many crosses that decorated the church's vast sanctuary. She hissed out venomously at the holy objects, while maintaining her human guise. Her prior seduction of the priest, as well as the fact that she was a newly-turned vampire, allowed her to approach the holy altar inside the Gotham City Cathedral. Still, she felt a constant pain. Selina Kyle was now a creature of pure evil, and it was clear that this holy place through its divine energy was trying to cast her out.
Still bristling at all of the array of sacred objects decorating the Gotham City Cathedral, Selina grabbed the priest's hand tighter. He groaned out in pain at her vice-like grip and put up zero resistance when she pulled him close. She looked him up and down hungrily with her cold, merciless eyes and saw that his own clothing signified his place amongst God's flock.
"Remove that clerical tab now," Selina hissed. He immediately did as he was told, ripping off the white object from around his neck and throwing it to the ground. Selina wasn't done though. She continued to stare at him with her clear, uncaring eyes that burned into his soul. She continued her instructions, "Before you have me, holy man, I need you to desecrate as many holy objects in the sanctuary as you can. You will do this for me."
"I...I..." the priest moaned out. Selina could tell he was fighting her thrall. It was this place that was limiting her power over him. She bore her gaze into his eyes, and soon, his will was again hers. With tears in his defeated eyes, the priest spoke out in a low monotone, "I will do this for you."
He turned and ran as fast as his older legs could carry him to do as his mistress said. Selina watched the man do as he was told. He moved about the church's interior like a mad thing, tearing immaculately-designed wooden and golden crosses off the wall, as well as tipping over a large wooden cross directly behind the altar. It took all his strength, but he managed to topple the heavy wooden holy symbol over. He then took the decorative cloths that had biblical quotes or symbols on them and brought them to the space behind the altar. The priest cast every piece of fabric on the large cross then hurried to take the many lit candles on their immaculate stands and callously threw them on the pile of holy relics. Soon, a small fire started and Selina could feel the pain lessen more and more. There was still one thing left to do, she thought in her wickedly corrupted mind. Selina reached out with her mind, and commanded him to do one more thing for her.
He paused in his manic revelry and turned to her with big, horrified eyes.
'Yessssss,' Selina hissed in his mind, her husky, hissing voice echoed over and over again, 'Do it. Do it and then you will have me.'
It massaged and calmed his troubled mind once more. The old man took a step up to the raised altar. He tried to fight it, but he took the holy Bible from its place at the center of the shrine. He took The Book that had been passed down through the generations, and had been a gift from the Vatican itself, turned and approached the small fire that had broke out.
"Father, please forgive me," he begged desperately under his breath, before throwing the holiest of holy books onto the fire. The flames jumped the instant the bible reached the flames.
Selina felt like an immense weight vanish from her, and her full, pale lips curled in an evil, triumphant grin. The pain that had been so prevalent before was barely there. The church was being desecrated, and she felt as if she could approach the altar without much holding her back. All that remained inside the cathedral's sanctuary were the stained glass windows. One in particular caught her eye. It was a intricately-designed cross at the center of a large circle. It had been designed in white and blue stained glass and outlined in black. The decorative window rose high above the altar, and the full moon rose high in the Gotham City sky behind it. Its illumination shone through behind it, and Selina gazed spitefully up at it. It was almost as if God himself was shining his holy light down at her, seeking to pierce her undead flesh and to burn her away forever to save this holy place.
It was only the desecration of the interior that allowed her to make her way up to the holy shrine and the awaiting priest. As Selina sauntered her way up to him, she tantalizingly pulled down the front zipper of her latex catsuit to reveal all of her pale breasts. She closed her eyes briefly and lolled her head back, savoring the hellish taint that was beginning to cloak the church. Selina felt her Master's approval from outside the church, and the evil minion basked in it briefly. Still, there was far more that had to be done. Opening her cold, evil eyes, she stared up at the worn out, defeated priest.
In less than a second, she was next to him on the altar. The poor, half-crazed man didn't even have time to jump as Selina pulled him in, and the pair began to kiss passionately. The old man offered no resistance whatsoever as their lips and tongues explored each other's mouths. Selina led him throughout his frenzied kisses over to the altar. Soon, she managed to get the ultra-tight latex garment off her top, before breaking the kiss. She hopped up onto the altar and dangled her legs out teasingly, never breaking eye contact from the frenzied man. She gave him another mental command, and the priest helped her remove the lower half of her latex ensemble. It was hard work for the clumsy, excited holy man but he finally managed it. Selina was now completely naked, and she stared at him for a few seconds, which to the holy man, felt like an eternity.
"You have done all I have commanded," Selina husked out in a low, sinister, yet seductive, tone, "You deserve your reward."
"Please, Mistress," the priest whimpered, his free will absolutely destoyed, "Please say it!"
"Fuck me," Selina commanded.
In an instant, he began to disrobe and soon, he was on top of her. He kissed her, bent down to suckle on her round pale breasts, as his member became rock hard for her. When he finally entered her pussy, Selina felt an intense feeling of pleasure come over her. The pleasurable sensations rolled over her in wave after delightful wave of carnally evil ecstasy, and she moaned out like a wanton whore. It wasn't the pathetic worm that was fucking her that was providing this level of pleasure, but the fact that that in having sex with her the priest had broken his devout vow of celibacy, and on a church's altar no less. The former Catwoman arched her back and continued to wail out in a loud, ear-piercing moans that echoed throughout the large space as she thrust up to meet his groin. As Selina cried out higher and higher and wrapped her legs around his hips in her unholy lovemaking, her already pale skin lost all color and became a deathly white, her clear eyes turned their true crimson and her incisors sharpened and lengthened to long, viperish fangs. She had taken on her true vampiric appearance. When the priest saw it, whatever was left of his sanity was broken, but that didn't stop his frenzied fucking of the vampiric Selina Kyle. He continued to pump into her.
He no longer had a choice. He no longer had a will of his own.
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From the outside of the church, Dracula looked on under the Gotham City moonlight. He too closed his eyes and felt all of the vast divine energy be sapped away into nothingness. It was almost fully defiled so he, the Prince of Darkness, could finally step inside and claim it as his own.
That was then he caught wind of something going on in another part of the church, and he growled out animalistically. He was intrigued. It seemed as if Selina and her pet priest's loud commotion had caused some of the nuns that called the church home to rouse from their slumber from inside their humble bedrooms. A small group of holy women were nervously approaching the church's sanctuary where Selina's whorish moans could be heard. The Mother Superior of the convent made her way to the office to call the police about what she suspected was a break-in.
Dracula chuckled to himself, and reached out to them mentally.