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Ascension: Do you want me now?

It is a story from Brawna.org but does anyone here have it in their harddrive? Cause the author of the story pulled it out and I can't seem to find another website that have kept the contents.
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Re: Ascension: Do you want me now?

This story was inspired by Crazyfck?€™s ?€œOhlos Ventras?€? and he has given me permission to play in his world. While I have followed the same basic story line of events, I tweaked and changed the characters a bit. The characters are all older, and the main character, Ms. Quintada, is a live in maid unrelated to the other characters. This is my first time writing a fiction story so there may be some mistakes in structure. If there are, my apologies. I finally wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoy. Please remember that there are graphic descriptions that are unsuitable for reader under the age of 18. Please be aware of your local laws before reading.
P.S. If you?€™re religious, please remember that this is a story in the tradition of a writer?€™s imagination.
Ascension: Do You Want Me Now?
In a small village on the outskirts of, Rio De Janeiro, 49 year old Ms. Quintada, a lonely housekeeper for the affluent Esquibel family, entered a small, rustic church. Ever since she was a small child, Ms. Quintada had come to the church twice daily, once in the morning for church service and a second time in the evening for solitary prayer. Her faith was everything to her.
For the last decade, Ms. Quintada had a lived a solitary existence. An only child, she had lived all of her 49 years in the small village and had dedicated her life to caring for her parents who had become ill while she was in her mid-twenties. While others she had grown up went to college, into business, and followed their dreams, she had stayed out of duty to family. When her parents passed away a decade ago, Ms. Quintada had become the live in maid for Marcus Esquibel, a rich pharmaceutical developer. Caring for his estate and ground had given her a semblance of home and a purpose. With her parents long since gone, her position with Mr. Esquibel was all that she had left.
Being a woman of tremendous faith, she often came to church to pray and reflect upon the state of the world and the various stresses and problems going on in her life. Today, her primary source of stress centered around the annual summertime ?€œall-men?€? family reunion of Mr. Esquibel?€™s grown nephews. Mr. Esquibel, having no children of his own, had watched over his nephews since his only older sister had passed away twelve years ago.
Like every visit, Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews, now in their 30?€™s, stayed on the Esquibel Estate. The estate was a miniature version of the court of Versailles complete with a huge central mansion, several quest houses, gardend, fountains, and rich and lush vegetation spread out on thirty-five acres of land. Mr. Esquibel, due to his high salaried work, had bought his palatial home ten years ago after becoming the caretaker of his nephews. Ms. Quintada had been one of his first hires.
For Ms. Quintada, she found Mr. Esquibel?€˜s nephews to be very tiresome, greedy, selfish, faithless, and their basic sinful nature centered around fast cars and fast women appalled her. The mere thought of Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephew's trespasses gave her shock and anger. It was always a very stressful situation when they came to visit.
Kneeling in the pews, she silently whispered, "Give me strength, Lord. Give me strength," in a repeating mantra.
Although Ms. Quintada, had never had any children of her own, over the last 10 years, with the Esquibel family, she had watched Mr. Esquibel?€˜s nephews, Peter, James, Andrew, John, and Batholomew slowly emerge into the disconcerting men they had become. She remembered how the twenty something boys, once full of humility, faith, and familial duty become tainted the more successful they became. Only Philip maintained his religiosity and duty. For Ms. Quintada, she couldn?€™t fathom how they had abandoned their faith when God had given them so much.
Last night, Ms. Quintada had viewed firsthand how far they had fallen.
Peter, the oldest of Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews, now at age 35, had always lead the revolt against going to Mass every Sunday for as long as Ms Quintada could remember. Mr. Esquibel had made it a priority for his family and close staff to go to church. As they got older, his nephews grew more resistant to faith. For the family, one of the richest in the village/parish, Ms. Quintada felt it was a shame that they had become such bad examples.
?€œGive me strength to fight the sinful minds of Mr. Esquibel?€™s charges, Lord,?€? she thought reflecting on Mr. Esquibel?€˜s family. It was all that she could think about since Peter?€™s proclamation at dinner.
At a lavish feast, which Ms. Quintada had prepared and served, Peter began to rant, ?€œUncle, I?€™m not going to Church anymore. I refuse to go! What has faith ever done for me??€? he said with a haughty voice, ?€œI don?€™t want to go anymore.?€?
Mr. Esquibel, dropped his fork and stared at his nephew, ?€œWhy won?€™t you go??€?
Peter, met his uncle?€™s gaze and said defiantly, ?€œIt?€™s all fake. It?€™s opium for the Masses and a way to control others. I don?€™t believe in God Uncle. Besides,?€? he chuckled arrogantly, ?€œeven if God were real I?€™ve given so much money to the community that I?€™d surely find my way to heavenly reward after death. I?€™m not a child anymore who is worried about the trappings of tradition. I will no longer go with you on Sunday.?€?
Ms. Quintada, was shocked at Peter?€™s defiance and felt a flare of anger ball up inside of her. Heavenly host! What impudence! she thought.
Philip, Peter?€™s brother responded, ?€œAre you serious? Don?€™t you believe in God? Why would you not go??€?
Peter looked at him, ?€œI?€™m not a boy anymore Philip. Just because you have always been a good son and followed the trappings of tradition doesn?€™t mean that I will.?€?
Mr. Esquibel, a youthful looking 47, (his sister was a twelve years older than him when she died 10 years ago) looked at his nephew sadly and responded softly, ?€œIt was your mother?€™s last wish?€??€?
?€œI don?€™t care!?€? Peter cut in angrily. ?€œShe always knew that I hated going. She also knew how I felt about the whole thing. I pretended. I won?€™t go. Forget family tradition,?€? He said as he folded his arms in defiance.
?€œVery well,?€? Mr. Esquibel said as the rest of the family looked on. His eyes met Ms. Quintada?€™s, and she blushed. Ms. Quintada, turned her head and looked at Peter with a flash of annoyance clouding her green eyes. I must talk to the Padre and tell him of this! she thought to herself urgently.
That evening after dinner, Ms. Quintada went and spoke privately with Padre Eurico. While she spoke, her voice was raised with anger and righteous indignation, Padre Eurico silently listened. When she was done he spoke. ?€œThe flock will always return to the pasture,?€? he said to Ms. Quintada?€™s dissatisfied look. ?€œGive them time, they?€˜re dissatisfied. Obviously the Lord has blessed them and will continue to do so regardless of whether they come or not. It?€™s not a big worry.?€?
?€œNot a big worry?!?€? Ms. Quintada said exasperatedly, ?€œI have always come to church and shown my faith even on my worst days. I came even when I lost everything! When I had nothing! His nephews have lost their purity and faith. They should show the Lord reverence. They must be saved!?€? she ended, her voice shrill in the quiet church.
?€œMs. Quintada, they are not your children. They are grown adults. Perhaps you should be more tolerant. After all we live in a changing world and?€?.?€?
Ms. Quintada, seethed in anger and stopped listening to the Padre. She folded her arms and turned her back on him as she quickly strode to the exit. ?€œThis is absurd! God will judge you and them for this!?€œ she yelled loudly one last time as she left the church..
************
This brought her to today. If the Padre won?€™t help me and give me guidance, then God must, she thought to herself as she entered. Striding with purpose in the deserted church, she walked over to the votive candle stand at the foot of a large, heavy, crucifix, and kneeled down on a small bench. Once there, she lit a few candles and continued her mantra. ?€œGive me strength Lord. Give me strength,?€? she whispered fervently.
As she prayed, her mind raced back to the incident and Mr. Esquibel?€™s sad face and broken heart. She had always been attracted to him since his wife had passed away , leaving him without children. She had even expressed her feelings toward him at one point. She remembered how he had looked upon her sadly, and his soft voice as he gently rebuffed her overtures. That night, tears streaming down her face, she had stared into the mirror at her short frame and her unattractive face and thought about how things may have been different if she had been more attractive. Perhaps if she had had more faith in God, God would have blessed her with better things in her life. Family, children, and Love, it seemed had all been denied to her. That night, she had cried herself to sleep while whispering the mantra that she had always whispered, the one she whispered now as she knelt on the alter, ?€œGive me strength Lord. Give me strength.?€?
As she repeated this quietly, she heard a noise behind her. Turning around quickly she could see that she was still alone. Must have been a breeze, she thought.
Hearing a noise, she tilted her head upward and looked at the large cross. Did it just move?she thought. Standing up to get a closer look, she heard a creaking noise followed by a small ping, then another a few seconds later.
Ping Ping! Ping Ping! the church echoed as the restraining bolts holding the cross on its restraining cables began to pop out. The crosses weight was now distributed on one last restraining cable and Ms. Quintada looked up in shock.
PING!
The last Ms. Quintada saw in the candle lit church was the cross falling towards her and a sharp flash of pain and weight before she blacked out.
**********
Waking up in the ICU, Ms. Quintada found herself in a white room with a doctor standing over her. Feeling sedated by pain killing drugs, she heard a slight hiss as a respirator mask fed her oxygen. She looked at the doctor and weakly asked ?€œWhat happened?
The doctor, a young woman in her thirties looked down at Ms. Quintada and smiled. ?€œOh you?€™re awake. Good. You had a little accident. The cross fell on you at the church. You have a concussion, a broken leg, a broken pelvis, two broken arms, and a small fracture in your skull. It sounds bad but you?€™re a very lucky woman. That cross could have killed you. God was watching over you today,?€? she smiled. ?€œTry and rest.?€? With that, Ms. Quintada slipped into sleep.
That night, Ms. Quintada had a restless slumber marked by moments of vivid dreams and small moments of wakefulness. Still sedated, she would see visions when she woke up and looked around the room. Shortly after 2:00 AM, she woke momentarily. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a figure standing in a darkened corner of the room. As she watched she noticed that the figure was tall but indistinguishable. Over the course of a few seconds, the figure began to glow in bright light which ate the darkness in the room.
Is that an angel? she thought to herself in her daze. A demon? What is that? The glowing shape moved slowly across the room to the side of her bed and touched her. ?€œPOWER,?€? it whispered. Slowly, Ms. Quintada felt warmth flow through her body. Then the being vanished and Ms. Quintada, slipped back into unconsciousness.
When she awoke the next morning she wrote it off as being the consequence of a drug induced dream.
***********
A month later, after a prolonged stay and visits by Mr. Esquibel and his visiting family, the doctors finally took off the plaster forms that had been put around her body. After a week of therapy, Ms. Quintada was finally fit enough to leave the hospital and return to her duties at the Esquibel estate. The day before her release, Mr. Esquibel stopped by and told her he was leaving on a business trip for the next two months and that she should watch over things at his estate.
Now that I can kneel again, the first thing I will do is pray and thank the Lord that I?€˜m alive!she thought excitedly as she exited from the hospital doors. In the east, the first rays of sun were coming over the horizon.
After praying silently at the church, Ms. Quintada made her way back to the Esquibel estate. By the time she got there, it was 8 AM in the morning and the estate grounds were quiet and empty. Everyone?€™s either at work or out. I guess I better get to my duties, she thought as she pulled out her cleaning supplies. Making her way down the broad and lavishly adorned hallways, she entered the room of James, Mr. Esquibel?€™s 33 year old nephew.
As she opened the door, she saw James on his bed, pleasuring himself to an American adult magazine. As she entered, his jaw dropped in shock, ?€œWhat are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospit?€?.?€?
Angry, Ms. Quintada rushed toward him and grabbed the magazine from his hand and hit him with it. ?€œWhat is this?! Don?€™t you know this is a sin! What is up with you people! Get dressed and get out of here!?€? she screamed.
James, his face red with embarrassment, grabbed his jeans off his nightstand and rushed to put them on. As he did, something ignited in Ms. Quintada and she felt compelled to grab him by the ear. She twisted it harshly. James cried out in agony as she yelled at him ?€œYou will pray fifty Hail Mary?€™s! You will repent and ask for forgiveness. Do you understand?!?€?
?€œY.. ye.. Yes,?€? he said in pain.
?€œDo them! You?€™re not leaving until you do!?€œ She said as she forced him down to his knees, the strength in her arms surprised her. This feels good, she told herself, I am dispensing the Lord?€™s justice.
James, his shoulder in pain from her strong grip, was surprised at her strength. How is she doing this? She only 5?€˜3! he thought as her unyieldingly strong grip made sure he complied with her demands. As he prayed his fifty ?€œHail Mary?€™s?€? he was merely going through the motions. All he could think about was Ms. Quintada?€™s aggressiveness and her strength. After his fifty prayers were said, Ms. Quintada released him. With a look of horror on his face, he tripped over himself as he left the room.
Ms. Quintada, stood there and reflected over her actions. Where did that come from? she asked herself confusedly. As she played the incident in her mind she hardened her resolve.No matter. The sinner got what he deserved, she thought as she reached down and picked up the magazine he had dropped. She examined the pages of beautiful women and a mixture of disgust and curiosity filled her thoughts. They look so beautiful, she thought wistfully, longingly, her eyes misting over. Why was I born the ugly duckling? Anger rose in her again.Whores!, she scoffed and then threw the magazine into the garbage container on her cleaning cart. Then she began to work.
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Strangely, over the next few weeks, Ms. Quintada, stumbled upon several more sinful incidents concerning Mr. Esquibel?€™s visiting nephews. Prior to each sinful discovery, her stomach would knot up and she felt as if an unseen force was guiding her to the location of these sinful acts. Every time she arrived, she would find one of Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews perpetrating some type of sin.
One day she found Andrew over eating in the sin of gluttony. Another incident, involved John, a stock market trader, who was screaming in his phone to his employees, about money and the virtues of greed. Lastly, Bartholomew, a married man, was caught in the small guest house with another woman and Ms. Quintada dealt with the situation. Regardless of the sin, Ms. Quintada, acted quickly by raising her voice, and physically forcing Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews, and anyone involved, to pray and repent their sins. The worse the sin, the stronger the prayer.
The perpetrators, taken by surprise by Ms. Quintada?€™s actions, were so shocked and intimidated by her that their thoughts and worries, were focused more on her as they said the prayers she demanded to hear. After each incident, Ms. Quintada became more confident and self righteous. This is right! She thought to herself, I must save them and bring them closer to God?€™s grace!
After a busy day of work and two more punishments meted out to Mr. Esquibel?€™s grown nephews, Ms. Quintada retired to her room to relax.
She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water to enjoy a nice evening soaking in a warm bath. As she passed the mirror, she noticed a slight change to her appearance. At 49 years of age, Ms. Quintada had never been an attractive woman. She had a unattractive face marred by a few unsightly moles, thin lips, age lines, thick, black framed glasses, and a permanent dour expression. The one thing she loved was her luxurious, thick, black hair which had become increasingly spotted with silver as she entered her late 30?€™s and early 40?€™s.
She frowned as she looked at herself. Still the same old me, she thought to herself in the mirror. When she was younger, she had possessed a trimmer body for her 5?€™3 tall frame and perky breasts but had never managed to ?€œfind the right one?€? because of her fierce religiosity, poor social standing, and somewhat unattractive face. Over the years, and through bouts of depressions, her body had become padded with a layer of fat around her mid-section, butt, hips, and under her arms. Her breasts, she knew, at the age of 49, had begun to sag. Sighing she took off her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror.
What she saw surprised her.
Is my stomach smaller? she thought as she posed in the mirror, turning slowly. My butt and arms look a little firmer too, she thought as she flexed a small bicep. ?€œIs the strength that I asked God for??€? she gasped, suddenly remembering her drug induced dream. As she did, a small swell of hope grew in her chest. ?€œI swear to God if it is, I will do everything to save Mr. Esquibel?€™s family and get them to heaven!?€?
*******************
Over the next month, Ms. Quintada became more aggressive and fervent in stopping sin. She came to realize that the uneasy feelings she once felt were a sixth sense which focused on acts of sin emanating in the household. Feeling self righteous, she searched out the offenders and used her new strength to intimidate them into prayer for their trespasses. At the end of each prayer session, she felt invigorated. She could feel new energy flowing through her and she was excited to be doing God?€™s work.
Every morning, she would examine herself in the mirror and witness new changes to her body. As such, she felt compelled to wear longer and longer garments to hide her rapidly changing figure. I must not let them lust, she thought. I must be pure. Stripping down in front of the mirror, she saw that her stomach was now flat. Running her eyes over her body she saw that her buttocks had begun to take on a toned shape. Looking upward, her green eyes focused on the small of her back which was now tapered and free of excess fat. Slowly, she placed a hand there and began to move it downward, tracing the smooth curve of her buttocks, down to her increasingly toned thighs, and further to the small bulges of her emerging calve muscles. Moving back up, she straightened her arm, fingers splayed open and palm facing downward, and did a small triceps flex. A small dimple in her triceps appeared. I look like I?€™m 35 again. It?€™s a miracle! she thought. I feel so sexy, she mentally purred, And powerful! Her hands ran over her toned arms as guilt rose within her causing her to slouch slightly and frown in the mirror. I must not think like that. I will not sin.
She prayed.
************
At the end of the month, Mr. Esquibel returned from his trip. That night he planned a large dinner with twenty or so friends and his visiting family to discuss his recent trip. As he spoke he looked haggard and tired. In his weariness he didn?€™t seem to notice Ms. Quintada as she served another exquisite meal. As he spoke about his trip his nephews and guests asked him questions.
Poor devil, she thought, he?€™s such an attractive man. I know he?€™s lonely. He could use someone in his life. I could be that person. Why doesn?€™t he notice me? She watched him speak and focused on the features of his handsome, yet solemn face. As she did she began to fantasize, thoughts of sex fluttering through her mind. I long to be a with a man! her thoughts demanded. Notice me. Notice me?€? she thought seductively, her right hand was unconsciously, and slowly, moving down under the table to touch herself. Her thighs were scissoring, lightly rubbing against each other. Her face was becoming warm. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, and inwardly chided, I must not think those thoughts! They are impure! Her hand returned to the table and she looked down, focusing on her food.
As she fought to compose herself, she looked upward and felt the attention of James who focused on her in between bits of conversation. With her face still flushed with warmth, her newly developed sixth sense turned on and she felt her body tingle. He was staring at her! Why was he staring at her! She looked downward at her food again and as she did she could hear a small voice whisper at the back of her mind. At first it was inaudible but it became louder and as it did so it identified the nature of James?€™ fascination with her.
Lust?€?, the voice whispered.
Lust? He?€™s attracted to me? No! As the thought entered her mind, she felt a small tingle of energy flow into her, threatening to bring her to arousal. Lust.. Lust.. LUST, the voice whispered. Not able to take any more, she stood up quickly and bumped the table, causing her plate and glass to rattle jarringly.
?€œMs. Quintada are you feeling okay??€? Mr. Esquibel asked calmly and dispassionately, his brown eyes boring into her.
?€œI?€™m fine sir,?€? she said uncertainly. ?€œI just remembered that I?€? left the stove on.?€? Out of the corner or her vision, she saw James?€™ eyes fall upon her small chest. His eyes glazed over and he licked his dry lips. The words LUST?€? LUST?€? LUST.. continued to whisper loudly in Ms. Quintada?€™s mind. Her arousal grew. ?€œI must take care of it,?€? she said, grabbing her plate, silverware, and glass to take with her.
Struggling to move quickly out of the room, she tripped over her chair and her plate and glass fell out of her hands and onto the floor. She blushed and bent over, not realizing that her heavy skirt was clinging to the increasingly sexy curvature of her hips. As she stood up again, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and she could feel the eyes of Mr. Esquibel?€™s other guests focus upon her as she made her way around the room. Watching from the corner of her eyes, she could see their eyes dart vaguely to her hips in short appraisal. NO! I?€˜m trying to hide my body! she thought, I will not perpetuate sin!
From deep inside, her subconscious whispered to her, Let them look upon you. This is what you want, the voice said seductively. You want them to desire you. You NEED it.
As it spoke, she felt several new tingles of energy lock onto her, making her more aroused. As her thighs moved past each other while she strode through the room, the warmth of their friction traveled up her legs and to her erogenous zone which was becoming hypersensitive, causing waves of pleasure to race to her brain.
My body is on fire! she thought. With it more voices whispered LUST in her head mere seconds after the thought. It was almost as if the men around the table, with the exception of Mr. Esquibel and Philip, had become drawn to her when she focused on her inner desires. It was as if they had heard her inner desires and were responding to her thoughts.
Absurd! she thought. Her subconscious voice spoke to her, almost seductively, Is it? She looked around the room one last time, her hands shaking slightly as she struggled to maintain control. Several eyes were still locked onto her. She stumbled through the swaying door leading to the kitchen and out of the room.
?€œWhere were we??€??€? Mr. Esquibel said.
**********************
Making her way upstairs, Ms. Quintada could feel strings of energy flow into her as she laid down on her bed and stripped off her clothes. Her hands began to wonder over her supercharged body. The slightest breeze sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body.
Touching herself gently, she ran her hand over her bronzing skin, beginning first at her neck and then moving slowly downward over her smooth, yet small, breasts. She cupped them momentarily, and felt her nipples grow with arousal. ?€œAhhh?€? so good! Mmmmmm?€?.?€? she moaned and then ran her hands down and across her now smoother and flatter stomach. As her hands moved downward, the more sensitive her body became causing her to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. ?€œOhhh wooow..?€? she panted, ?€œthis is..mmmm.. incredible. I have so much energy!?€? she cried out pleasantly as her hands finally reached down to stimulate herself.
As her fingers worked downward she could feel a slight pulsation which matched her heartbeat as blood flowed due to her aroused state. She could feel waves of sensitivity rush through her body to the pleasure centers of her brain and she moved her fingers further downward. Finally, she found her clitoris, dripping wet with moisture. When she touched it, she cried out in shock and in increasing pleasure, ?€œIs it larger? I?€™ve never been this aroused before?€?mmmmm.. It's definitely more sensitive.?€?
Fighting the sensations, she fought to regain control. Must?€? not. It?€˜s a sin, she thought as a wave of energy rolled over. ?€œMmmmph! Oh my goodness!?€? she moaned as her fingers worked harder on the glans clitoris. She bent the knee of one leg, her hand still rubbing herself gently as she writhed and undulated over the bed. With each movement of her fingers and hands, energy flowed into her. ?€œThat feels so?€??€? she panted again rubbing faster, ?€œSo?€?IEEEEEEEEE!!?€??€? she screamed in pleasure as she was brought to orgasm.
Then she fainted.
The words LUST whispered in her mind as she blacked out.
***********************
Over the next week, she noticed people around town staring at her as she went about her daily tasks. Men would look at her as she walked by, looking at her body but avoiding her face. Each night, Ms. Quintada would review herself in the mirror to see how her body was transforming. As she stood in front of the large mirror, in a long night gown, she could see newly defined shoulders and arms outlined by small striations of muscle. Her breasts, slightly larger, had tightened up and a small striations of muscle definition had begun to show slightly at her cleavage point. Turning to the right, she lifted her leg, balancing on the other foot, and bent the knee of the raised leg as she ran her hand over her tight buttocks. She puckered her lips seductively in the mirror, noticing that they had become slightly fuller along with the increasingly smoother contours of her face. She then lowered her leg and lifted the night skirt to reveal defined quads. They looked fantastic in the golden hues of the soft light. Smiling again, she stood on her tiptoes, first flexing her calves and then flexing her toned thigh. She saw the muscles bunch up as she twitched them slightly.
I look fantastic. I?€™m so sexy, she thought. No! This is sin! I?€™m a temptress! and then she frowned and looked into her luminous green eyes. ?€œI need a new wardrobe. I must hide my changes.?€?
Turning away from the mirror, she could feel the slight whispers in her mind which were running constantly now. She had learned that the whispers identified the various types of sin which people were committing. Over the last week, she could sense sin from greater and greater distances from those people she knew.
She knew when they blasphemed, when they had adulterous thoughts or actions, or when they pleasured themselves in an improper manner. A few times, she had even confronted a few of the people in the village. Each time she did, she forced them to pray. Unknowingly, they focused more on her and calming her wrath than on the prayers themselves. The sin continued which aggravated Ms. Quintada to no end. It?€™s almost like they enjoy sinning,she thought.
As she was getting ready to sleep, she felt an old uneasiness in her stomach related to Andrew, Mr. Esquibel?€™s third nephew who was an accountant for the pharmaceutical company. He was working late tonight at his office across town but she could feel sin closing in on him. Ms. Quintada, alarmed, pulled on some clothes and hopped in the car to his office. When she pulled up she waited for a few minutes outside his office and then got out,hiding herself in the shadows of a nearby alley as a woman appeared.
A prostitute?! She thought as she saw the attractive woman walk up to security phone and call Andrew?€™s name. This will not stand! She thought as she walked quickly over to the woman and tapped on the shoulder.
"You will NOT do this to Andrew!?€? She said looking angry at the prostitute.
"I do not know what you are talking about you ugly bitch. Who are y?€?" . She was silenced as Ms. Quintada grabbed her arm and squeezed. She screamed into the empty streets, ?€œHelp me! She?€™s hurting me!?€œ as Ms. Quintada?€™s strong hand squeezed harder.
"If you scream again I will punish you, do you hear me??€? she whispered forcefully with her increasingly strong grip, pushing the young woman down to her knees. When the woman was on her knees, Ms. Quintada bent down and whispered again into the woman?€™s ear, ?€œYou will repent for your actions. You are a whore and you have broken hundreds of families and impacted thousands of lives through your adulterous actions. Now pray. Repent for your sins and of those who participated in your unions.?€?
The woman looked up, fearful tears in her eyes, and looked at Ms. Quintada as she prayed. Ms. Quintada, lost in the prostitutes eyes, felt a rush of adrenaline and the familiar tingles of energy flowing into her. Doing God?€™s work has never been more rewarding! her mind echoed. I?€™m changing lives!
When the woman was done, Ms. Quintada released her iron like grip and let her climb to her feet. Tears were streaming down the woman?€˜s face. "If you tell anyone about this, I, and the power of Heaven will find you. Now go. Every time you pray, remember this moment." Looking at Ms. Quintada one last time, the woman sprinted away. Ms Quintada laughed as the woman was lost in the darkness of the quiet streets.
Turning, her job now done, Ms. Quintada began to walk back to her car. Feeling invigorated, she decided to cut through a dark alleyway as a short cut. As she got halfway through, a tall figure emerged in front of her. The figure, which appeared to be a 6?€™4 man, was dressed in a long, dark trench coat. In the shadows, his skin appeared to be a pale, pale, white. His face, looked scarred and tired with sorrow. His forehead, adorned was stress lines, was topped with white hair. However, it was his eyes which caused Ms. Quintada to gasp in alarm. They were pure white.
Seconds, which seemed like years passed. Finally the man spoke in a whisper, the voice of thousands speaking at once. ?€œMs. Quintada, I bring you a warning.?€?
?€œA warning??€? she cringed.
?€œGod requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe. The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to act upon the hearts of men and influence the world. You have been chosen. You have been given the keys to the heavenly kingdom to further his will, yet you are walking a dark path?€?
?€œWhat are you talking about?!?€? she cried. ?€œWho are you?!?€?
?€œI serve the Heavenly host?€??€? he looked down at her.
?€œAre you an angel??€? she asked. He nodded.
She looked at the being?€™s face. He doesn?€™t look like an Angel, she thought. He actually looks demonic. He can?€™t be an angel. I know what an angel is. He must be a demon! she thought as her heart raced. ?€œYou?€™re a liar! You?€™re trying to mislead me from God?€™s path. I,?€? she pointed at herself, ?€œServe God. I will return them to heaven by God?€™s command. You be gone!?€? she screamed.
The man buckled at her command and fell to one knee. He looked up at her weakly, ?€œYou have been given free will to do either good or evil and the power you have been given cannot be taken once given. You must choose how you use the power and your faith. That is the law that the creator bound himself with at the hour of creation. It cannot be broken by his hand. Know this, you threaten the Kingdom. Choose wisely.?€?
?€œBe gone. Demon. I reject your presence,?€? she said forcefully. The man began to flicker in and out of existence and fell to both knees. Holding his chest in pain, he looked up, ?€œLord! She was the wrong choice?€? the wrong choice!?€?
?€œBE GONE DEMON! I REJECT YOU!?€? she screamed, righteous fury and anger strengthening her command. The being thrashed on the ground and lifted his hands to his ears and screamed an unholy howl before elemental forces tore him to shreds in a fury of light. His molecules exploded.
Ms. Quintada stood, her heart racing. It was a demon! A demon! I am doing God?€™s work. I have no doubt of it now. I will not be deterred!
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When she arrived back home later that night, she headed toward her room. On the way up, she walked past Mr. Esquibel?€™s room and could hear him breathing gently in his sleep. As she moved, she could feel every curve and every movement of her new body. She could feel her taut arms and thighs glide over the thick concealing fabric of her clothing.
Stopping in the hallway, she looked down at her hand and forearm and flexed, staring at the hypnotic quality of the swelling muscle. Her body was a force, a force to perpetuate the holy word of God. I destroyed a demon tonight, she mused, This body is proof of God?€™s faith in me. Standing there, she could hear Mr. Esquibel?€™s gentle breathing. She decided to quietly check on him.
Tiptoeing, she could feel her new calve muscles bunch and flex as she moved into the room with a catlike grace and stealth. Approaching the bed, she looked down at Mr. Esquibel, smiled, and then sat down gently on the side of the bed, readjusting her long black skirt as she did so. As she relaxed her posture, she could feel part of her bland, black, blouse rip across her muscular back. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Damn! That was my last blouse.After a quick appraisal, she then looked down at the sleeping face of Mr. Esquibel.
?€œSomeday.. someday, you?€™ll love me,?€? she sniffed, a heartfelt tear welling in her eye. ?€œSomeday you?€™ll worship me and desire me the way I deserve, the way I?€˜ve always wanted,?€? she whispered. Then, wiping a tear from eye, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned quietly in his sleep, a hint of longing in the sound. She smiled down at his sleeping form and then she left.
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The next morning, she sat in the sun room reading a newspaper. Mr. Esquibel had left before dawn on another four month trip. As she read, she could feel the whispers of sin growing around her but she was learning control. She felt a new sensation at that moment. An animalist drive to urinate and then a shameful, formless, primal thought of shame. Did I just sense the dog urinate? She got up to investigate and the dog looked at her in shame. A wet spot was present on the kitchen tiles. My powers are growing! I can feel shame in animals!She looked at the dog in judgment, and it fled.
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She continued to enforce her will every time she detected sin. She made sure that the offenders said their mandatory prayers. The offenders focused on her as they prayed, staring deeply into her green eyes, only to repeat the same sin a few hours later as if it had never happened. For Ms. Quintada, it would anger her righteous fury into action. She began leaving instructions that they should pray every time they sinned or even thought that they had. She told them that if they failed to do so, she would return. More and more people, afraid of being confronted by Ms. Quintada, began to offer up prayers. Every one them thought of Ms. Quintada returning to mete out punishment if they didn?€™t abide.
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One afternoon, as she was cleaning the mansion, she felt this tremendous energy flow throw her and her body began to twitch in pain as she doubled over. ?€œLord! What?€™s happening to m.. ma?€?meee?€?.?€? she cried only to stop when a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly her body started to grow and she could feel muscle begin to bubble and then bulge as she increased in height from 5?€™3 to 5?€™4. ?€œOh my Lord! Yes! Yessss!?€œ she moaned as she grew. ?€œReward me! Let me grow mooorrrrrreeeeeee!!!!"
Within minutes of intense prayers, she had gained five pounds of muscle, giving her body an increasingly sexual allure. ?€œThat was wonnnnderrrful?€? she purred. She flexed her body in a lazy stretch and then went to the nearest mirror. I look fantastic. My skin is glowing a healthy bronze, she thought excitedly and then noticed that her clothes now no longer fit her comfortably. This means I need new clothes. She sighed, Again.
She drove into town to buy clothes from the place where she had bought her concealing blouses and skirts. Getting out of her car, she walked along the busy streets in front of the various shop faces which adorned the boulevard. As she walked, she began to notice the various women who were walking around in high heels, tight skirts, and tight blouses in the Brazilian heat.
How can they parade around like that?, she thought in disgust. You could be like that, her subconscious said, You could be desired and wanted. Think of what you could have. Think of Mr. Esquibel, it tempted her. Why not?
Unconsciously, and suddenly she stopped in front of a fashionable clothing store. She stared at the seductive clothing items on display in the window. Perhaps something shorter on the thigh? she mused wickedly as she stepped into the store.
?€œHi can I help you??€? a young, blonde, and athletic, twenty something woman asked. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a firm and toned body which screamed I can get anyone I want, losers need not apply! The young woman paused when she looked at Ms. Quintada?€™s baggy and bland clothing and sneered slightly. Her eyes possessed a contempt for Ms. Quintada which said, Look at this old broad. You have got be kidding me!
Ms. Quintada smiled. ?€œWhy yes, I?€™d like to buy something new.?€?
The young woman looked at Ms. Quintada appraisingly and said, ?€œFollow Me.?€? The young woman then made her way over to a rack of clothes designed for slightly older people.
Ms. Quintada laughed gently. ?€œUh, I was thinking that maybe I could try something on more like that,?€? she said pointing at the more sexy wares, ?€œYes. Definitely that.?€?
The woman snickered outwardly. ?€œSure. Okay. Whatever. The dressing rooms are in the back. Try on whatever you?€™d like.?€?
?€œThanks, but these will be all that I?€™ll require,?€? she said picking up a black, body hugging, mid thigh length skirt, black stalkings/panty hose, a long sleeved, button up, black blouse, and a pair of black pumps. ?€œBe back in a few.?€? she said as she turned her back on the young woman.
Standing in the dressing room, she took off her heavy garments and slowly put the new ones on. Rolling the black pantyhose up her thigh, she marveled at how nicely the darker hose shaded her skin. Extending her leg out, she slowly rotated her leg and loved how the darker tones gave her muscular thighs the appearance of higher peaks and deeper valleys. Standing up, she slipped her feet into the black pumps and her calves flexed seductively. Taken all together, the combination of the mid-thigh length skirt, black blouse, and pumps gave her the sexiest pair of legs within a hundred miles of Rio De Janeiro, a city known for beautiful Brazilian women. Breaking a small piece of wood off the wooden hanger, she collected her luxurious black hair on top of her head in a sexy bun. While her face was still in the process of reaping God?€™s rewards through younger skin, fewer blemishes, and sexier lips, her thick, black rimmed glasses gave her an added touch that screamed ?€œsexy librarian.?€? She puckered her lips in the mirror.
I LIKE this, she thought and then sighed. Alas, I have a duty to God, she frowned.
Screw it!, her mind said, Live a little. You can have both. Embrace it. Let yourself be desired, loved, and beautiful. She moaned at the thought. It was then at that moment that she decided that she no longer cared. Even though at times she felt guilty for her potential to cause others to sin, she was becoming indifferent. After all, she wasn?€˜t the one sinning, she reasoned, they were. She had always longed to be adored, had always longed to be beautiful. So what if a sexy body fed sin? Sin could be dealt with through prayer. After all, she thought greedily, their prayers brought them closer to God. God rewards her with her changing body, this sexiness, this STRENGTH that she had prayed for.
And I LIKE it, she thought deviously.
That strength was on display now. She knew she was different. She was evolving. Changing, and with that change and evolution, Ms. Quintada decided to use her first name. Esmeralda, named for the glowing emerald eyes she possessed, the eyes which her parents named her for. With her changes, they were more radiant than ever. She felt reborn.
She stepped out of the dressing room and called out to the young woman. ?€œMs! Ms! I need these items in some larger.. um?€? sizes.?€?
?€œJust one minute Ma?€™am. I?€™m on the phone,?€? the younger woman said, one hand on the speaker of the phone as she responded to Esmeralda. I?€™ll bet you need some larger sizes. Old hag, she thought. ?€œYes. Uh hum. We have that item. Sure I can hold it for you. Just come on in. You have a good day too. Goodbye.?€? She hung up the phone, and turned around with her eyes closed, breathing slowly. She let her head slump forward and then opened her eyes.
When she opened them, she saw a black pump in her field of vision and a shapely foot adorning it. She could see the definition of a woman?€™s Achilles tendon and the muscles which flared outward above it as her eyes moved slowly upward to the calve muscle?€™s soleus. While she stared, the woman in front of her shifted slightly and the calve muscle bunched up and created a muscular indentation, which was overhung by a meaty muscle. Moving her eyes higher, the store clerk?€™s gaze moved upward past toned quads and hamstrings which became concealed by the mid-thigh length skirt. The skirt clung snugly to perfectly shaped hips which tapered to a tight waist until the skirt was lost by the lose fitting blouse. Continuing upward, the clerk saw small mounds of cleavage from the partly unbuttoned blouse which gave her an incredible view of firm breasts supported by muscle tone. Then she saw the face of the woman she once snickered at.
?€œHello again,?€? Esmeralda smiled, ?€œI like these. Do you also have some in larger sizes??€? she said, turning slightly in appraisal.
The young woman was lost for words. ?€œI uh?€? I?€? have some more in the back.?€? Her eyes appraised Esmeralda again quickly and blood rushed up to her cheeks.
Esmeralda began to hear whispers repeat in her mind. ENVY?€? ENVY?€? ENVY?€? With the whispers, Esmeralda felt the familiar tingle of energy flow into her and her heart began to race. This woman is sinning, she thought. I must enforce God?€™s will.
Esmeralda smiled, ?€œThey?€™re in the back? Mind if I take a look with you? We?€™ve got some things to discuss about the power of prayer.?€?
Watch out sinners. Esmeralda is coming.
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As Esmeralda slept, she increasingly found her nights full of erotic dreams. Tonight, in her dream, she could hears whispers of committed sins and the silent prayers of people she had once encountered. As they did so in her dream, she would scream out in ecstasy and pleasure which was so intense that she was forced out of her sleep.
Breathing heavily, her body sheathed in sweat, she propping herself up in bed. She looked down at her naked form and saw her that her erect nipples glistened with a small droplet of sweat which shown in the moonlight. She was also moist. They?€™re continuing to pray, and the more they pray, the more strength God gives me. The faster the changes and his reward come, she thought. And I?€™ve grown again, she smiled as she ran her hands over her sleek muscles. Unable to sleep, and out of habit and fascination, she put on her nightgown and then went to stand before her bathroom mirror.
Turning slowly in the mirror, she noticed that her muscles had grown slightly larger in her sleep. She began to flex and as the blood rushed into her fitness sized arms, they began to occupy the extra space of the night gown's sleeves. Wonderful! she thought ecstatically,Grow for me! She opened up the gown and saw small liner divisions in her abdomen that were the beginnings of a six-pack. Her breasts were firm and had grown another cup size over the last month. Deeper lines of muscle could be seen on her upper chest, which had uplifted her once sagging mammaries. If this continues, I won?€™t have to wear a bra anymore, she mused. Then she touched her glans clitoris again and a small exasperated sigh escaping from her lips as she did so. It?€™s a little larger and more sensitive now. How much more will I change?
She giggled and then began making various faces in the mirror. The blemishes on her face were fading and her hair was now completely untouched by silver. It was thick and dark she noticed as she ran her strong fingers through it.
She smiled as she flexed and hummed a James Blunt tune, supplementing her own lyrics. "These are my legs, they are large and strong, they are beautiful, they?€™re beautiful, they?€™re beautiful it?€™s true ..."
Suddenly she stopped. She could feel sin. It was close by. She turned and looked behind her. She saw a face eying her from the slightly ajar door. As with other times when she felt sin, her self righteous feelings welled within her. "You perv!" she yelled as she nearly tore the door handle off and grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. It was Peter, Mr. Esquibel?€˜s 35 year old nephew. His night pajamas were bulging at the crotch.
She softened her grip. ?€œYou LUST after me?! You are engaged! You will pray three-hundred Hail Mary's now!?€? She forced Peter to the floor. ?€œLOOK AT ME WHEN YOU DO IT!?€?
He looked in her eyes, and uttered the prayer. ?€œGood,?€? Esmeralda said, ?€œcontinue.?€?
Ms. Quintada, his former housekeeper, now Esmeralda the hand of God, could feel her holy body, becoming increasingly powerful. She felt the feverish energy as he prayed. She could feel his lust and arousal funnel into the prayer and thus into her.
I want more. More. MORE!!! she thought feverishly.
Their prayers for forgiveness gave her more power and strength. As it did, her mind slowly expanded as a new reasoning and purpose dawned on her. This was her true mission on Earth. Through faith and miracles she understood that she was now made to confront sin. I am important, she thought. I?€™m more than a tool of God?€™s will. I may be the most important person in 2,000 years! I am a Prophet. A new messiah!
Her heart was pounding as Peter?€˜s continued prayers had become a dull noise in the background. Closing her eyes, she opened her mind and she could sense the energy and direction of Peter?€™s prayers. She could feel his concentration as he kneeled before her and she noticed how hard he was working to stay focused on his prayer rather than on the thigh muscles of his housekeeper.
Yesss, Peter, she thought to herself, I am beautiful. She flexed her thigh muscle which contracted upward creating a small valley of shadowed muscle. As she did so, she could hear Peter?€™s voice crack slightly and she saw small glimmers of sweat condense on his forehead.
Esmeralda smiled and then, emboldened in her purpose, forcefully told Peter to continue his prayers before leaving to wake up the six other member?€™s of Mr. Esquibel?€™s family.They have sinned. They must repent. They must do it now. I must lead the way.
One by one, she went into each of their rooms. Using her tremendous strength, which was growing steadily from Peter?€™s focus, she woke each of them and forcefully drug them downstairs. Commanding each of them to kneel and forcing those who disobeyed. She looked at them. ?€œYou will pray! 600 hundred prayers for your sins! Now!?€?
?€œWhat are you doing?! Pray at this time of night? Ms. Quintada what?€™s happened to you? Have you gone crazy? We haven?€™t done anything!?€? Philip said.
Esmeralda sat for a moment, thinking about his words. Out of all of Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews, Philip had remained the most religiously devout and had not been exposed to Esmeralda?€™s intrusions.
I?€™ll change that, she thought as her zeal overcame her.
Esmeralda stood over Philip, her foot in front of his face, her calve muscles protruding outwardly, ?€œWhat about lust? I know you lust Philip,?€? she said.
?€œI?€?.I?€??€? he stammered, ?€œI?€™m not like my brothers. I?€™m married and my wife is?€??€?
?€œReally Philip?," she cut him off. "You?€™ve always been a good boy but surely you?€™ve sinned??€? She said, brushing her hands up her thighs and the smooth contours of her body as she stretched sensuously. Reaching the top of her movement, her hands were extended overhead forcing her breasts outward. She held them there for a moment, smiling seductively. From Philip?€™s position he could see the definition of her triceps as her arms reached full extension.
?€œEverybody sins Philip,?€? she said sexily as she strode over to him kneeling on the floor. As she moved her shapely legs and calve muscles moved sensuously as she model walked across the floor. She smiled as she noticed how intense his eyes were fixed on her. ?€œOh Philly,?€? she pouted, her luscious lips puckered, ?€œdoes your wife have a body like this??€? she said flexing her bicep. ?€œHere, touch my leg.?€?
He looked at her timidly, slowly raising his hand uncertainly.
?€œGo ahead Philly, it?€™s okay. Here, let me help you.?€? She reached down slowly to her skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing her fitness sized and shaped leg. She then bent one knee slightly and extended the other leg out with a ballet dancer?€™s grace. Her flexed calve muscle and thigh slowly began to highlight various muscles in the shadows. ?€œTouch it..?€?
Philip's hand, now trembling, ran along her smooth skin and a moan escaped from his lips. ?€œOh my. Ms. Quintada...?€?
Instantly, as if on queue, she could feel Philip?€™s fascination with her leg and the familiar pulse of his growing sin as he looked upon her. The others, fascinated with her power, began to sin as well. She could hear whispers of LUST in the back of her mind which strengthened as Philip's sin joined the chorus. ?€œAhh, ah, ah, Philip,?€? she said with a playful voice, ?€œyou?€™re lusting. You must pray like the others.?€? She quickly pulled her leg back and let her skirt down again. ?€œDo it! Now!?€?
As they prayed, she could feel their energy flow into her. She felt it run along her body. She could feel the small hairs of her arms raise and stand up as if touched by static electricity. For her muscles, it felt as if someone was massaging them as they twitched slowly. She felt her purpose. I will be a prophet! I will do God?€™s work his will! I will be more important than anyone!
As she stood, she ran her hands over her body and writhed in pleasure as she felt muscles grow slowly around her body. The higher the level of the prayer, the more powerful she became. With more power, the more her mind opened up and the better she could feel the sins around her.
Her mind wandered as she closed her eyes, the prayers of Mr. Esquibel?€™s nephews faded out. There! A man cheating on his wife. Sinner! There a woman doing the same. Sinner! She saw a man rob a convenience store. Sinner! A man cheated at a card game, smiling at his greed. Sinner! I can feel them! her mind cried, They must all repent!
Opening her dazzling green eyes, she flexed her left bicep. With her right hand she reached up and touched it. She could feel the smooth skin under her finger tips. She traced the pulsating vein, felt the hard peak, and she smiled. She looked down at her bicep, now the size of a baseball and it was good. She had also grown another 2 inches in height. She was now 5?€˜6.
Peter, still praying, was becoming nervous as he saw Ms. Quintada grow. It was surreal. He had to get away. He had to run away and stop feeding her. She?€™s growing! She?€™s not human and she?€™s becoming too powerful, he thought nervously, sweat gathering on his forehead through his lust, I have to get away!
As if she sensed his thoughts, Esmeralda walked toward him and grabbed him by the arm, the veins on top of her hands pulsating as her body continued to transform. Peter cried out in pain. ?€œYou can?€™t escape me! None of you can! Don?€™t you see what?€™s happening??€? she whispered into his ear ?€œI?€™m becoming God?€˜s sole messenger on Earth. I will ALWAYS be one step ahead of you and you will not escape my judgment. Now pray,?€? she laughed maniacally.
She walked over to a mirror and looked down at her leg. She saw her muscle ther grow, larger, more muscular, stronger. Yes! She moaned. ?€œAaaaaa?€?.?€? she moaned as she ran her fingers downward to the growing area of moisture between her legs.
Suddenly she realized that James had stopped praying. She turned to him and he pleaded with her, telling her that he done his quota. FALSE WITNESS whispered in her mind. ?€œLiar!?€? she said. ?€œGod knows! He knows that you?€™re a liar. I know that you?€™re a liar.?€?
?€œH..ha..howw??€? James stammered
This is how sweet James, a voice whispered in the heads of everyone in the house, God has granted me powers to enforce Heaven's will. I have telepathy and I can see and hear everything that comes from you. You can not hide anything from me, or commit any sin. I am seeing into each one of you, and ?€?my God! she gasped as a new realization dawned on her.
Flipping through their minds, Esmeralda could see every sin that that they had ever committed. And now they will pay for them. ?€œI can hear your thoughts,?€? she said aloud. ?€œFrom now on, you will all have daily quotas. You will pray four hours a day to pay for your sins.?€?
As they prayed before her, and her powers grew, she realized, for the first time, why and how her body was transforming. There was energy flowing directly into her, not from God as she had once believed. Directly into me?, she thought. The energy was not from God? As it flowed into her, her conversation with the angel resurfaced in her mind.
?€œGod requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe.?€? What does that mean? God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue? His power?, she questioned while other snippets arose in her mind.
?€œYou hold the keys to his Kingdom. You have free will,?€? he had said. Keys? Free will?
she thought, He granted me the power to do his will against sinners and save them for HIS kingdom!
?€œThe sins of unbelievers weaken his power to influence the hearts of man.?€? Power? Sin?
?€œYou threaten his kingdom. Choose Wisely.?€? Choose wisely?
Suddenly it hit her. Power, Free Will, Faithful, Sins, and KINGDOM, she thought ecstatically,The power of God comes from the Faithful of his Kingdom. The faithful have free will and their sins erode the power of his kingdom. Take all that away, give someone else the keys to the Kingdom and.., she gasped and then looked down at those who were praying, smiled wickedly as she did so.
?€œFurthermore you will also have a NEW prayer.?€? She raised her hands, palms upward "Let us continue to grow within the mother, give her the wisdom, the power to punish those who sin." She then she said forcefully, meeting their gazes, ?€œYou will. each repeat it three hundred times every day.?€?
NOW, we will see true justice done.
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Over the next few days, the prayers generated new strength for Esmeralda. Now she could read minds of anyone close by and read their sins. Her face was becoming more beautiful and she displayed her body whenever she went out. Everyone knew that she had become a physically powerful woman. She was getting more stares everyday.
When her clothing could no longer sustain her growing form, she saw a local seamstress in the city. Esmeralda, finally decided that her body was worth worship and had the seamstress create an extravagant dress that hugged her body. The dress, simple black colored v-neck with long sleeves which covered her arms, exposed the large muscles which lied under her firm and large breasts and then slowly descended to her trim waist. Skin tight, the dress followed the curve of her tight body, over her smooth hips, and to her thighs and lower legs which were revealed by slit in the skirt to facilitate movement. Whenever Esmeralda moved, the dress exposed her thighs and the bulging muscles there. Yes, that?€™s right. Desire me. And after you have sinned, you will pray.
As she left, she could feel people?€™s stares upon her and their growing obsession. She thought to herself, What I have, they desire for themselves. I have the power and they secretly desire one such as I. But they are not humble enough. They are not worthy to be able to look upon such light. With that she began walking toward the church, the streets quiet and empty.
Rounding a corner, she saw three men approach her. They each had the same pale white skin, white hair, and trench coats that the ?€œdemon?€? had possessed. This should be interesting.
When they neared her, they appeared gaunt and sickly. Almost as if they were losing their famed powers. The leader raised his hand, and with the voice of thousands speaking as one he addressed her. ?€œEsmeralda, you must stop this course of action. You were not meant for this power. You were supposed to use your heart for good to do the will of God. Not usurp it.?€?
She put her hands on her hips, with one hip cocked to the side. ?€œI have given your God my faith my entire life, and in return I was left with nothing. I was unattractive, my parents were sickly and died, and I never did anything with my life. Where was he then??€? she said defiantly.
?€œSurely you don?€™t mean that God was always wit?€??€?
?€œDon?€™t tell me what I mean!?€? she screamed. ?€œI?€™m going into that Church to talk to MY,?€? she laughed sexily, ?€œyes, MY congregation about faith. Stop me if you can, but one way or the other, I,?€? she pointed at herself, "will become the master of all that there is. When I do, I won't abandon my subjects. They will desire their God and I will provide for them." She said as she folded her arms across each other, her large biceps straining the material of her dress.
The angel, looked weak as her words drained him. ?€œWe cannot stop you. This village has lost their faith and with it our power and God?€™s ability to work here has nearly vanished.?€? he said sadly. ?€œAlas, the world has lost it?€™s faith which has impacted the Heavenly host?€™s powers.?€?
?€œThanks for telling me that,?€? she smiled. ?€œIt will make my ascension?€?.?€? her tongue licked her luscious lips sensuously and she flexed a bicep, tracing it's contours with long and shapely finger from other hand, ?€œEasier. ..Now be gone!?€? she yelled only once. The beings screamed in terror and then burst from within with flickers of light.
She headed toward the Church.
When she arrived, the church was packed with people. Ever since she had started her Crusade, attendance had gone up. The irony was, is that when people came in the Church, they weren?€™t thinking of God, they were thinking of her. As she walked in, people stared at her. She smiled.
?€œAs you know, I?€™m Ms. Quintada but you can all call me Esmeralda. If you can?€™t tell, I?€™ve gone through some?€??€? she smirked, ?€œchanges recently which have been given to me by a.." she touched her lips with her fantastic sculpted index finger, now adorned nail polish colored a deep red, "Higher power shall we say.?€?
Everyone remained silent. Her body, now 6?€™ foot tall, was hypnotic. Strong muscles graced her every curve and her tight clothing drew attention to her large, shelf, like breasts. Her nipples could be seen pressing up against the fabric of her dress. She paused for effect, ?€œI am here because you?€™re all sinners.?€?
The Padre raised his hands and yelled at her ?€œGet out of here Esmeralda! This is a house of God and you?€™re disrupting his word!?€?
?€œHis word? HIS word?!?€? she sneered. ?€œWhat do you know of HIS word? HIS word is a lie. God is a woman!?€? Or at least she will be, she mused. ?€œMany of you have felt her impact on your lives and know the truth!?€? Implanting the thought that God was woman would further erode their faith to HIM, she knew.
Meeting the eyes of the church goers she saw people, looking downward in shame as they remembered the prayers they made with Esmeralda as their unwitting focus. ?€œAnd You!?€? she said pointing at the Padre, ?€œwere willing to have your flock go out and sin. You don?€™t possess the word of GOD. I do!?€?
?€œGet her out of here!?€? the Padre shouted as five men from the back row walked up behind Esmeralda to grab her. As the first one reached for her she read his thoughts and saw where he was going and she grabbed his arm. Pulling it past her, she struck his stomach, driving the air out of him. He collapsed as he sought to suck in the air he had lost.
?€œYou don?€˜t!?€??€? she threw the next person to the ground.
?€œSpeak?€??€? she backhanded the third guy, sending him flying.
?€œFor?€??€? She crouched quickly, threw out her right foot, and swept the footing out from under the person to her right. Rising quickly, she reached for the last attacker, grabbed his arm, and used her flaring biceps and her tremendous strength to bend his arm behind him. Holding the man, who was grunting in pain, she walked him up to the altar.
?€œGOD!?€? she yelled as she put her foot in the man?€™s back and shoved him flying toward the Padre.
?€œI DO!!?€? she screamed, turning to the congregation which was now frozen in fear. ?€œYou will all pray for your sins. Kneel!?€? she commanded.
A man, desperate to escape, ran toward the door. As he approached it the wooden latch slammed down as if moved by an unseen force. He turned back and looked at Esmeralda, her right arm extended. Her green eyes were glowing beneath her thick framed glasses. ?€œSit. All of you. I need more people praying for me. Repeat after me: "Let us continue to grow within the mother. God give her the wisdom, and the power to punish those who transgress HER word." The people began to pray?€?
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As the church service continued every Sunday, Esmeralda became a permanent fixture on the altar. As prayers were uttered, Esmeralda grew inch by inch every week. The process was always the same. As they prayed, she would stand on the alter and unashamedly absorb their energies as her muscles stretched and grew. Behind her, the church goers, silently uttering their prayers, could see her tailor-made dresses rip in a v-shape down her back as her lats expanded.. When she turned, they got a view of her legs as small tears in the fabric raced up her skirt as her hamstrings and quads grew. To the church goers, it sounded like a zipper opening.
Her back, now uncovered, rippled in oceans of giant muscles and her lat showed striations of thick, corded muscle. When her clothes ripped, a sigh of pleasure escaped from Esmeralda?€™s lips.
None of Esmeralda?€˜s garments lasted more than a week and the people of the church began to openly LUST after her. I?€™m not so foolish as the current God, she giggled inwardly, I will draw my power from both faith and sin. One will feed the other and feed me my power.
She looked out across the praying crowd. The men will lust after me and the women will be full of envy. Look upon me and see the power of God! her thoughts whispered in their minds.
She didn?€™t care. Sin fueled prayer. Prayer gave her purpose. She wanted them to know that she was different. She wanted them to know that she was unique. She had power and a body to go with it but she wanted so much more. She wanted to grab the power of the Kingdom of Heaven so that her subjects basked in the glory of HER universe.
Soon, she thought. Very soon.
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Over time, Esmeralda started to develop greater powers which she reveled in. Following the church service, frightened people would approach her with sick loved ones for healing and Esmeralda healed them all with a touch. Her only requirement was that they pray to her as a living saint/ prophet and spread her new faith to others. Her flock grew, and more people from the surrounding areas packed into the church, drawn by some powerful need to see her. It no longer mattered to them that it was no longer a Christian church. Pilgrimages to see Esmeralda were preached in the countryside and thousands came to seek her blessing.
Every Sunday, as her body transformed slowly to perfection, her mental powers also grew and her mind was blossoming with new abilities. ESP, telekinesis, immense intelligence, super hearing, and increased speed and reflexes, were now hers to command. No one could oppose her and her words became law in the village and surrounding countryside.
At her command, the old cross was taken down and a throne was placed at the head of the Church for Esmeralda?€™s use. She now commanded so many people that she no longer cared about using the trappings of traditional faith to cover her ambitions. Her followers would only focus on her and her alone. There is only me now, she thought.
During the masses, as the power and energy of thousands flowed into her, she felt a burning desire for more. I want to become all powerful.. she thought. I want to be supreme! I will have it but it's taking too long! Focused on that thought, she began to funnel the tremendous energies stored in her body and the energies from the praying congregation to slowly probe and hopefully break the barrier between mortal and immortal. As the congregation prayed, Esmeralda focused the energy in search of new weakness in the barrier. When she found them, she chipped away at them, bringing her closer and closer to what she desired. Everyday new abilities flowered in her mind as she could now begin to pierce into the quantum levels of creation. She felt that her ascension to omnipotence was near.
Her followers, enraptured, began to write new prayers under her guidance to further her ambitions. "We pray that the strength of our mother continues to grow to the infinite. We pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know. "
She was now 6?€™6 and 230 pounds of muscle. She could now hear thoughts from miles and miles around and feel their sin. They lust after me, she thought, I am becoming a goddess to them. I am becoming a goddess in power myself but I must have MORE. This is not going fast enough! She thought, frustrated.
Esmeralda, looked into the mirror and saw her face. She was no longer ugly but beautiful. Flawless, ageless. Her long dark hair, glowing green eyes, full lips, and bronzed skin were flawless. She flexed her muscles in the mirror and could see the now near limitless power there. Her breasts, now FF?€™s were firm and inch long nipples shone through the fabric of her black dress. With a word she could drive anyone to sin. She could turn her pheromones on and off at a moment?€™s notice. But she needed MORE.
The next day she approached Padre Eurico. She could tell that he had pleasured himself to her image and she could feel the sin roll off of him. As she approached him, her glorious body, the depth of her breasts, and the striation of her muscles, sent him into a frenzy. LUST LUST LUST her mind whispered.
She smiled down at him. ?€œMorning Padre. As you know, our congregation has grown as word spreads.?€? She said as she folded her arms, her huge biceps protruding through the fabric of her dress. ?€œI want to go global. I want you to contact the media and set something up.?€?
?€œYes, we can do that. We can set something up Esmeralda,?€? he said, transfixed by her green eyes as he looked up into them.
?€œExcellent,?€? she smiled. ?€œNext Sunday then.?€?
?€œYes Esmeralda,?€? he said in rapture, pleading silently for a reward.
?€œYou may cum for me now Padre,?€? she whispered. Instantly, his body released his pent up sexual energy, causing him to moan as he fainted due the overflow of eroticism present in her simple command.
"Don't forget to pray Padre," she smiled, turning her back on form. She knew he would.
?€œAll too easy,?€? she whispered as she walked out of the church.
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Esmeralda, left the church and walked home to Mr. Esquibel?€™s estate. While she did, people stared at in awe but none had approached her. A few days ago, Esmeralda had lost control during an intense energy filled transfer and her pheromones had driven everyone into a sexual frenzy for miles around. People, acting primal, trampled over themselves in their attempts to reach her. Sensing the pain and misery of those around her, she had to project herself into their minds to stop people and calm their sexual lust. Ever since then, she had radiated waves of calm from her super-evolved mind. In the end, they could look, but they couldn?€™t touch and their greed, lust, and envy, were funneled back into their prayers at night.
As she walked past a small coffee shop, she heard her name on the Television. She stopped. An American news outlet flashed her picture which the paparazzi had captured two days ago. After a short introduction, the news pundit went into a split screen featuring talking heads. Below them, a ticker ran under their conversation: Brazilian Priestess to Hold Televised Mass next Sunday?€? Religious groups around the world are criticizing the event?€?
Yes, she thought, give me free advertising.
The pundit, an older man in a well pressed suit asked, ?€œDr. Jannison, can you explain the growing numbers of people who are having dreams about this woman at night? Is this just some mass consciousness thing going on? I mean, clearly she?€™s a beautiful woman and all, but what?€™s the fascination? Can you tell me??€?
Dr. Jannison, dressed in a red blazer, was an attractive blonde haired woman with deep blue eyes. ?€œWell Will, you partly answered the question. First off, Ms. Quintada is a celebrity in the southern hemisphere. She?€™s had a profound affect on the way people down there view faith and religious worship. As you can see from these photos, she?€™s also a very attractive woman who has broken the Hollywood ?€œwaif?€? barrier of physical attractiveness..."
Will O?€™Ridley interrupted her, ?€œYeah, yeah we see that doctor. She?€™s very powerfully built and women around the world have begun to lift weights to emulate her look. Get to the dream part.?€?
Dr. Jannison smiled, ?€œWell, that?€™s part of the effect Will. Since she has become an icon, she has also become the subject of people's projected fantasies on an unconscious level. This unconscious level is exacerbated when people gather around the proverbial "water cooler" the next day to talk about a wild dream they had involving her. When the other people hear the story, see the photographs, and read the news about her, they begin to unconsciously think about her and this influences their dreams. They then dream, and pass their experiences onto the next person and so on, and so on. To put it simply, it?€™s a heard mentality playing out on a conscious and unconscious level. Of course, we?€™ve never seen it on this level focused solely on one person.?€?
Esmeralda smiled and muttered quietly, ?€œIf only you truly knew. As I continue to change, you?€™d be surprised how much influence I have over reality,?€? she giggled.
Will balked at her, ?€œCome on Doctor Jannison, that?€™s absurd for them to dream of her to the erotic extent that they do.?€?
Dr. Jannison smiled, ?€œIs it? What about you Mr. O?€™Ridley? Have you ever dreamt of her??€?
He swallowed visibly, his face was red. ?€œWell.. uh.. .Doctor.. I... oh look, we must go to a commercial break. Thanks for coming on the show.?€?
Esmeralda smiled as they went to a commercial and then used her mind to change the channel again. The channel went to another station of talking heads.
This time the ticker read ?€œReligious Groups Rally to Protest Brazilian Priestess?€™ Televised Event next Sunday. Spokesman of the various Churches have been unable to rally numbers en masse?€??€?
Another pundit, this one a man in his early 50?€™s and sporting grey hair and coffee house reading glasses was surrounded by a round table of religious representatives from various faiths. He turned to one of the representatives and asked, ?€œWhat do you think about this Brazilian Priestess?€™ church? She has clearly gathered a very large following but her followers closely monitor and restrict the information about the service itself. Knowing that, do you really believe that this new Church is a threat to established faith??€? he giggled, ?€œShould I put her on my worst person in the world list??€?
A heavyset man, wearing a Reverend?€™s collar answered, ?€œNo need for that Mr. Olderman. I think it?€™s pure idolatry and hype. As you said, we know virtually nothing about this service. The people in the surrounding area have kept it a closely guarded secret. That concerns us, we?€™ve all,?€? he waved his hand to the circle of other religious leaders, ?€œtried sending people there to discover the story. They either faint with no recollection of events only to end up back in their hotel rooms unharmed, or they come back changed people, brainwashed. Do I think this church represents a challenge to our Faith in the long run? No, I don?€™t.I think it will be exposed. Are the followers of this new church dangerous? Yes. Very dangerous.?€?
Mr. Olderman responded, ?€œWell, I don?€™t think she?€™s as dangerous as you all say and I really doubt that her popularity surpasses the President?€™s. I mean after all, our President is absolutely fantastic and can do no wrong. I along with Mr. Chris Mayhews get a tingle running down my leg every time I see him. A lot of people find him very attractive and I can?€™t imagine anyone not listening to him and his voice and?€??€? he stopped, his eyes glazed over, as he realized he was rambling a bit too affectionately about the leader of the free world and getting off topic. The others at the table, and those at home, looked at him quizzically, confusion marring their expressions. He blushed.
?€œUh?€? my apologies. And what do you think of Obam...er.. Ms. Quintada or Esmeralda as she calls herself? She?€™s clearly an attractive woman,?€? he added jokingly.
Are you serious? Esmeralda thought. That newscaster has an unhealthy fixation, a mancrush, on his political leader. What a douche! she laughed.
The Reverend?€™s face went red, ?€œWell uh.. I?€™m a married man and a man from God?€™s true Church. I would never ever succumb to sinning or fantasizing, especially about a woman like Ms. Quintada. The good book says Thou shall not covet?€??€?
Esmeralda laughed. ?€œWe shall see about that.?€? She then closed her eyes and reached out her mind and focused in on the studio 5,000 miles away. Her mind raced across time and space in an instant and through the studio, zipping through halls, over keyboards and computers until it found the large television screen situated behind Mr. Olderman?€™s guests.
There was a flicker of light and the Reverend stopped his monologue. ?€œWhat was that??€? he said as the men turned and looked around the room, their gaze stopping at an image of Esmeralda stretching luxuriously in her bed on the big screen behind them. Her arms were above her stretched above her. Her dark hair was free and splayed wildly in dark halo around her head on the dark red bedsheets. She had one leg straight, the muscles of her calves and quads flexed while her other knee was bent upward.
?€œAs I said I would never lust after anoth?€? uh?€? Oh Wow..,?€? he said softly transfixed at the image. ?€œShe?€™s so beautiful. So...so.. Sexy.?€? Sweat gathered on his forehead and he reached up a hand to loosen his Reverend?€™s collar. ?€œIt?€™s almost like I can hear her calling to me as if she wants me to..?€? he said absently. His hands reached downward beneath the table as the microphones picked up the sound of a zipper. He, and the others started to moan.
BEEEEEEEEP?€?.. A noise flashed across the screen followed by a network logo. ?€œWe are experiencing technical difficulties. Please standby.?€?
Esmeralda laughed as she left the coffee house.
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When Esmeralda came home to Mr. Esquibel?€™s estate, the familiar scents of his grounds awoke something in her. She realized that, after all of this time, in all of her life, she had never been with a man sexually. She pondered this problem. Why do I need this? her subconscious responded, If you?€™re to become a goddess who will sit in judgment, you must understand the sins that comes with the pleasure of the flesh. You must experience it while still mortal.
She looked down at her body. Since garnering her glorious power and irresistible body, Esmeralda had experienced a sexual awakening. Up till now, her awakening was limited to her erotic dreams and growth during church service and prayers. However, even with all of the pleasure of growing she had experienced recently, she still possessed a sexual energy, dammed up for years, that demanded she take a lover to bed. It begged for release even as it flowed into her new body and muscles.
As she thought about it, she unconsciously began to reach down to pleasure herself when she stopped. What am I doing. I can have anyone! she thought. I have the energy of a sexual goddess at my command, and the body to go with it. I MUST have sex! she cried.
Her thoughts flew to Mr. Esquibel who was away. She had always been attracted to the man and she wanted him desperately. It?€™s a sin, she thought. Oh but what fun. She looked at the calendar. Mr. Esquibel would be home today.
That night, Mr. Esquibel, only 47 years of age, slim, fit, and dark haired, arrived to an empty house. ?€œMan it?€™s hot in here,?€? he said to himself as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. ?€œWhere is everyone? Anyone home??€? he said to silence. Strange, he thought, and then proceeded upstairs with his luggage. When he entered his darkened bedroom he saw a tall, curvy, shadow in the corner. It startled him.
?€œHello Mr. Esquibel,?€? a sexy voice dripping with femininity and power whispered, sending shivers up his spine, ?€œWelcome home.?€?
?€œWho are y?€?.?€? he was cut off as he was lifted into the air by an invisible force and floated over toward the shadow and into Esmeralda?€™s waiting arms.
Why, it?€™s me Mr. Esquibel. Ms. Quintada. He heard in his mind as she reached down with her strong hands and tore off his shirt. Her pheromones oozed off of her and she gave him the full brunt of it. She kissed him. Her tongue and lips moving seductively.
He responded instantly. His member rose and his body was flushed with heat in the already muggy night. She disengaged from the kiss and used her power to float him toward the bed. ?€œWha.. Are you doing??€?
Relax. You are mine. He heard in his mind again and saw two flashes of green glow in her eyes. He landed softly on the bed.
I have always loved you Mr. Esquibel. Tonight I will you take to a place beyond your wildest imagination, she thought as she walked toward his form on the bed. He looked up at her glowing green eyes and felt a small tug on his belt. He looked down and saw his belt and zipper undo themselves, moving by an invisible force. He looked up at Esmeralda in fear. ?€œHow?€??€?
?€œShhhh,?€? she said bringing a sensuous finger to her lips. She bent down, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, as she moved her mouth downward to his erect member. She looked into Mr. Esquibel?€™s eyes, smiled, and then puckered her lips slightly to blow softly on his member. Has she did, he squirmed in pleasure has he realized that she had increased the number nerve endings, making him more sensitive.
She smiled at his response, stood up again turned around, and then flexed her muscles, causing her dress to rip to shreds. From her head to her toes, her tight body glistened in the moonlit shadows. Rivulets of sweet ran slowly down sculpted traps. Turning back around, Mr. Esquibel could see glistening sparkles of sweat run on her smooth breasts, now protruding from her body and made perfectly firm by the slats of pectoral muscle laying underneath. Her midriff and stomach also glistened as tiny rivulets ran down her rippling six pack, and continued down to her female erogenous zones. In the shadows, he could see her clitoris, the size and circumference of a small strawberry, and her mound swollen with arousal and moist with yearning.
She leaned down and kissed him again and then she moved down his body with her mouth, her strong hands trailing behind as she used her luscious lips to tease him. After tingles of pleasure, she took her luscious lips and put them over his member. Mine. Forever! she whispered in his mind as she started to pleasure him. Her mouth and tongue worked over him, sending incredible impulses into his mind from the new nerves she had given him. However, she paced her mouth and tongue to keep his ultimate release just out of reach.
It was agonizing. ?€œEsmeralda?€??€? he panted, ?€œit?€™s so incredible. Pla.. Please let me ca..cum.?€? he stuttered aloud.
Yes. It is incredible. I?€™m going to be a goddess soon.
You are? he thought back.
Yes. Soon I will have power over all things. My time has come.
?€œI?€? I don?€™t believe you,?€? he managed to get between breaths ?€œYou look like you?€™re 25 years old. What have you done to Ms.. Ms.. Quintada??€?
She stopped her fellatio and moved away from him and she could feel his disappointment and longing. When she was five feet away she clamped her hand, making a circle with her fingers, and then pumped her fist in the air in a jerking motion. I am Ms. Quintada, now Esmeralda, and soon to be a goddess. I can do whatever I want to you Mr. Esquibel. You. Are. MINE.With the word "mine" Mr. Esquibel shivered in ecstasy has he orgasmed.
She then walked back over to him and crawled onto the bed, her giant frame moving with a surreal grace for her size. She ran her lips over his body and then when she had gone far enough, she propped herself up and threw her muscular thighs over his body to straddle him. Her opening hovered over his manhood. Do you want this?, he heard her voice in his thoughts.Do you want me now?
He looked at her and as he did, he could see her lower abs moving as she breathed with sexual intensity. He could see her feminine mound moving and pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat as blood flowed down there from her arousal. He could also see incredible muscle contractions and her fine motor control as she flexed hidden muscles causing her labia to move, contract, and loosen on command with smooth, controlled motions. Looking at her enlarged clitoris, he watched with wonder as another series of muscle contractions appeared to readjust it slightly downward as if it was positioning for contact with his shaft.
That?€™s not possible!, he thought. Women can?€™t do that!
?€œI can Mr. Esquibel. As I changed I made certain?€??€? she smiled mischievously, ?€œAlterations to my body and musculature.?€? She contracted her muscles again, forcing her clitoris and labia to move in small, erotic, undulations and contractions.
Do you want me now?, she projected again.
?€œYes,?€? he whispered.
Her eyes flashed green again and then she slid down upon him. His mind was lost in pleasure as she began to rock her hips slowly. She used her inner muscles and contractions to control his ability to orgasm.
Pray to me, she projected into his mind. Make me more powerful.
He began to pray to her as she rode him. The pleasure was intense as warmth built up in his body. He finally orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy with the most powerful orgasm of his life while she moaned in pleasure. ?€œYessssss?€??€? give me evvverrrryyything,?€?.?€? she purred as her inner muscles milked him for all that he was worth. She then laid her head on his chest.
You will love me forever. she projected into his mind as he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.
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That Sunday, millions upon millions of people tuned in to watch Esmeralda?€™s service. Hyped, news outlets around the world did specials about the event. Newspapers and magazines ran with her picture on their covers with headlines such as ?€œIs she the second Coming??€?, ?€œAngel or Demon??€? or ?€œIs this God?€™s TRUE Church??€? Her popularity grew.
The day of the broadcast, curious onlookers tuned in to see, what many called, the most beautiful woman in the world. Across the globe, on the screens of Times Square, in Beijing, London, Paris, and Moscow, large screens had been put up for the event. Governments, laughed at the event but decided to show it anyway to their various constituents to show the watchers that it was a hoax. No one under the age of 18 was allowed to the event and parents were given parental warnings not to watch. With that, various religious groups protested the telecast as heretical.
Within the church itself, there was little security. The people sat in their pews, thousands more sat outside, their heads bowed down in silence. From behind a curtain Esmeralda appeared in her stunning form fitting dress, her green eyes sparkled into the camera.
?€œPeople of the world, thank you for watching.?€? She closed her eyes and added a sliver of power to her voice, ?€œIf you are a parent, turn the television off NOW,?€? she commanded, and the millions who watched and were affected by her command did so. She smiled as her mind felt her command instantly obeyed. That is nothing to what power I?€™ll soon have.
She opened her eyes and looked into the camera ?€œYou are about to witness an amazing act of faith. Five months ago, I was nothing. But through my unwavering faith, God has granted me strength and purpose to save sinners through prayer and bring them closer to salvation. Many of you are wondering why there is no cross at this church. The religion you know is a lie. A two thousand year old cover up. The true God only needs your faith. She needs only your prayers. Let me guide you to it,?€? she smiled kindly. ?€œPlease join us.?€? She then sat down regally in her chair.
?€œBegi?€?.?€?
?€œYou must die!?€? a man shouted in the crowd. He had smuggled a gun into the service to kill her. Running up on the altar, he fired his entire clip into Esmeralda?€™s chest. The slugs tore through muscle and bone as blood splattered across the altar. Esmeralda?€™s eyes went blank and her body slumped.
The man, looked upon Esmeralda and her supreme beauty, ran out of the church and then shot himself.
Across the globe, people watched in shock. Aghast at the horror which had just played out on their screens. How could this happen?! her believers cried. See, she wasn?€™t really anybody, doubters claimed, Just another whacked out cult leader who used her beauty to swindle people, they thought. The heretic is dead! opposition groups cheered.
Suddenly, the color returned to Esmeralda?€™s face and the drops of blood slowly flowing down her breasts and her body reversed course and ran back into the wound. At the same time the other displaced matter from her body also reversed their course and begin to close the gunshot wounds which adorned her torso. As it did, pieces of lead emerged from her body and dropped into her lap.
Esmeralda, gasped loudly, color returning to her face and light to her eyes. She turned to the camera and smiled. ?€œDo you see what a little faith can do? Join us and pray for your sins,?€? she said sexily. She then rose from her chair, and kneeled down, her breasts becoming more exposed as she changed angles as she bent down. The cameraman covering the event zoomed in on her flawless skin and broadcast it to the world. The camera picked up every detail as she bent over in front of the camera. Her strong traps flaring from her neck were defined, small striations of muscle flowed across her upper chest and met in the center where her cleavage began, making her breasts more defined. On either side of her defined cleavage, her perfect breasts rested, a small hint of dark red areola from her nipple exposed due to the effect of gravity upon her shirt from her bent over form.
Her eyes sparkling naturally in the light, she smiled, seductively into the camera. She knew that her gesture would unleash unbridled envy and lust from all of those watching. Do you want me now world?, she thought inwardly to herself. Then she touched the altar and within seconds the gore from the violent encounter disappeared. Audiences around the world gasped.
Savoring the moment and her well calculated movements, she closed her eyes and stretched her mind out. As she did so, she could feel the sins of the audience flare up. With that came the whispers touching upon her mind. GREED, LUST, ENVY came the whisper from millions.
?€œI see that we are ready,?€? She said as she sat down. She crossed one leg over the other. Her quads and hamstring muscle spilled forth from the long parting of her black dress. Her calve muscle bulged where it was crossed over the other leg. ?€œBegin.?€? She whispered like thunder.
The crowd began, ?€œWe pray that her power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€?
Esmeralda whispered, ?€œLouder. You all sin.?€?
?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€? The said louder this time.
Esmeralda writhed in the chair as the familiar tingles of energy flowed into her. She panted slightly, her face flushed with red as she began to grow.
?€œLouder.?€œ She spoke softly.
.?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€? The said still louder this time.
Esmeralda, began to cup her breasts as the energy flow into her body increased. Her biceps pushed upon the fabric of her dress. She moaned. ?€œLouder?€? aaaaaaa?€? Fasssster?€? she purred as she tried to control her words.
?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€? the congregation spoke louder. As they did, viewers from around the world, attracted to Esmeralda?€™s transformation, began to pray as well.
Stammering in ecstasy, she reached out her mind to power her words, "You will dedicate yourselves to me. You will believe and help the power of God grow. You will help ME grow. Your sins will be answered by prayer. Your prayers will bring you closer to God?€? to ME."
Her muscles pulsated with growth and uncontrollable contractions as her dress started to rip. ?€œYou who doubt, look upon me! Am I not beautiful to behold? You desire me. You lust after this perfect body!?€? she said, ripping her black sleeves as she flexed her biceps. With her flex, millions more began to lust and envy uncontrollably, unconsciously adding their voices to her prayer, making her more powerful.
?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€?
?€œAaaa?€? Ohhhh yess!.. Morrre?€? she moaned. ?€œLouder?€?. Louder...?€? Esmeralda cried, her muscles began to pulsate, contract, and stretch rapidly as more small tears began to appear on her garments. ?€œGive me mooorrreee.. Pray to Me...?€?
?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.?€? They cried, voices raising.
Esmeralda, now in ecstasy, ran her hands down her body, across the ripping fabric of her dress, and touched herself. ?€œLouder!?€? She cried. ?€œGive me MORE!!! Grow.." she urged her body. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....?€?
?€œWe pray that Esmeralda?€™s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know!?€™?€? millions cried.
Various TV stations around the world, who didn?€™t air the event, patched in live feeds, changing their broadcasting. Prior to going live, they ran Esmeralda?€˜s power induced warning to parents who instantly shut of their TV sets. They then went to the live feed. ?€œUnnngghhhhh! !?€? she moaned sensuously, ?€œI?€? I?€?feel more and more of you?€??€? she gasped, ?€œDo you?€? do you?€?.. unnnngghhh!! I?€˜m growwiiiinnng,?€? she panted and then continued?€?. ?€œFeel your sins?€??€? she whispered. ?€œMmmmm...ah..ahhh...unnnnnnnn..oh yes...yesssss...!!?€? she cried in more ecstasy as more muscle grew on her body. She was getting taller as well. ?€œYou want this body?€?.. unnnggggh?€? she orgasmed for the first time and millions came with her. ?€œMan and Woman?€??€? UNGGGHGG!!!?€? she panted heavily, rubbing herself vigorously, moisture dripping between her strong fingers. ?€œI feel your sin! REPENT!?€? she trembled?€?
?€œI?€? I?€?.. ahhhhhhh,?€? her green eyes glowed, ?€œungggghhh!..Am your salvay?€? salvay?€?mmmmm?€?. salvation...?€?
Around the globe, billions lusted, millions where physically enthralled and sinning in lust as she shot up to 8 feet in height. She moaned again, hips bucking back and forth on the throne in the church, her clothes now shredded showing the glorious bronzed body, now covered in glistening sweat beneath them, ?€œOh the pleasure Aaaaaaeiiiiieeeeeeee,?€?..Show me your faith! Pray! Pray to me!?€? Her strong forearms flexed, strong cords of muscle jumped as she moved her hands along her labia and glans clitoris.
Esmeralda felt the energy of billions flow into her. Every time one person repented, three more sinned. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. The whispers flowed through her mind. Her hands rubbed her clitoris vigorously, her hips sensuously pumping up and down.Her dress was now in tatters. Her tan body was glistening in sweat. Her abs rippled smoothly as she moved her knees against each other in the chair. One of her nipples, now uncovered, was erect and was glowing, surrounded by a nimbus of green electric bolts.
Where her hands rubbed herself, a small glow began to emerge washing out physical features. As the glow increased and she kept rubbing, her body buckling to wave after wave of erotic energy, she began to levitate in a nimbus of green energy. Her muscles moved sensuously as she absorbed the energy of the faithful.
She screamed. ?€œI CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! PRAY TO ME! REPEAT AFTER ME?€? UNNNNNNNNGH?€?" muscle grew, as the church filled with a green mist full of energy and swirling around Esmeralda. "OH THE POWER?€? FEELS.. SO?€? GOOOOD! MY BODY?€?
MMMA..MAA.. MMUSCLESSSS.. DO YOU.. DO YOU.. MMMMM.. WANT ME NOW?!?€? she sidetracked, breathing heavily as she continued to rub herself.
?€œPRAY TO ME!?€?.ESMERALDA IS THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. SHE CREATED THE UNIVERSE AND SHE HAS NO END. SHE IS?€? UGGGHHH!!,?€? she screamed loudly, her body now completely nude to the world. Green energy now cackled around her, flowed through her and she could feel the universe flow through her body. Her body was flawless, indestructible, indescribable, and irresistible. She was Perfect.
?€œALMOST THERE.. AAAAHHH!!?€? she screamed as her mind and powers battered the walls where the ultimate power of creation sat waiting. ?€œSHE IS... UNNNGHHH!!!?€?" she orgasmed again, her pleasure was shared with billions as she projected it out upon them. "SHE IS..UNGGGGHH!.. IS..." the glow intensified.
"GOD!?€?
?€œESMERALDA IS GOD!?€? billions cried out. With that, Esmeralda?€™s glowing form let out a burst of green energy which circled around the Earth in an instant and then boomed out into space across the Universe. Billions around the world felt their bodies flood with sexual energy causing them to convulse with pleasure and sexual release as Esmeralda finally tore through the barrier and ascended to Omnipotence.
"THIS UNIVERSE IS MINE!" She whispered with ecstasy, her image was projected into everyone, into every language, and alien mind ?€œYou will service ME. You exist at my mercy. I can unmake creation with a thought and I can create without a word.. I can do.... anything."
"Now come to me?€? desire me, WORSHIP me. I will provide for all. You shall all be mine?€? FOREVER.?€?
Epilogue:
6 months ago.
Hiding herself from the weaker Supreme Being of this time, Esmeralda, walks invisibly through the doors of an old church on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. The church is empty save for one occupant, an older woman kneeling before a candle lit alter beneath a large cross. As Esmeralda watches invisibly in the back of the pews from the shadows, she can hear the woman?€™s quiet prayers and simple words, ?€œGive me strength Lord. Give me strength.?€?
Esmeralda smiled and looked up at the heavy cross.
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Evil Eye can you make this into some word document? Its better for reading purposes rather than listing it on here?
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Evil Eye can you make this into some word document? Its better for reading purposes rather than listing it on here?
Ha, yeah, no kidding.
The whole thing is twenty-seven pages unedited.

I'm working on it right now; "chapter one" as such took three hours to sort out.

The imagery is fantastic, but the prose can use some work.

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For the record, twenty chapters, plus Foreword and Epilogue.
33 pages after chapter divisions.
50+ pages once editing is done.

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Chapter 1: DONE - Words In: 1211; Words Out: 1194
Chapters 2 - 20: PENDING
Epilogue: DONE - Words In: 94; Words Out: 87

I think character count is up on those words, though; I'm trying to go more for descriptive than wordy, while fixing the passive voice issues prevalent in the text.
I'd love to see things like the Estate in greater detail, but I realize that'd detract from the more adult goal of this text.

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Hrm, then I'm guessing that it will be a good while until it is reposted on Brawna.org. But really thanks for placing the story on here, even if it was a bit harder to read.
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Hrm, then I'm guessing that it will be a good while until it is reposted on Brawna.org. But really thanks for placing the story on here, even if it was a bit harder to read.
Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm not the original author.
It's a pain-in-the-ass to try to edit someone else's work to paint a more accurate picture, without taking too much of their "flavor" out of the text.
I think I'm doing a good job of it so far, but I won't know for sure until I'm finished.
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Here you go. With a little extra.

P.S. If you’re religious, please remember that this is a story in the tradition of a writer’s imagination.


In a small village on the outskirts of, Rio De Janeiro, 49 year old Ms. Quintada, a lonely housekeeper for the affluent Esquibel family, entered a small, rustic church. Ever since she was a small child, Ms. Quintada had come to the church twice daily, once in the morning for church service and a second time in the evening for solitary prayer. Her faith was everything to her.

For the last decade, Ms. Quintada had a lived a solitary existence. An only child, she had lived all of her 49 years in the small village and had dedicated her life to caring for her parents who had become ill while she was in her mid-twenties. While others had grown up and went to college, got into business, and followed their dreams, she had stayed out of duty to family.

When her parents passed away a decade ago, Ms. Quintada had become the live in maid for Marcus Esquibel, a rich pharmaceutical developer. Caring for his estate and ground had given her a semblance of home and a purpose. With her parents long since gone, her position with Mr. Esquibel was all that she had left.

Being a woman of tremendous faith, she often came to church to pray and reflect upon the state of the world and the various stresses and problems going on in her life. Today, her primary source of stress centered around the annual summertime “all-men” family reunion of Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews. Mr. Esquibel, having no children of his own, had watched over his nephews since his only older sister had passed away twelve years ago.

Like every visit, Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now in their 30’s, stayed on the Esquibel Estate. The estate was a miniature version of the court of Versailles complete with a huge central mansion, several guest houses, fountains, and rich and lush vegetation and gardens spread out on thirty-five acres of land. Mr. Esquibel, due to his high salaried work, had bought his palatial home ten years ago after becoming the caretaker of his nephews. Ms. Quintada had been one of his first hires.

For Ms. Quintada, she found Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews to be very tiresome greedy, selfish, and faithless. Their basic sinful nature centered around fast cars and fast women which appalled her. The mere thought of Mr. Esquibel’s trespasses brought her shock and anger. It was always a very stressful situation when they came to visit.

Kneeling in the pews, she silently whispered, "Give me strength, Lord. Give me strength," in a repeating mantra.

Although Ms. Quintada, had never had any children of her own, over the last 10 years, with the Esquibel family, she had watched Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews, Peter, James, Andrew, John, and Batholomew slowly emerge into the disconcerting men they had become. She remembered how the twenty something boys, once full of humility, faith, and familial duty, become tainted the more successful they became. Only Philip maintained his religiosity and duty. For Ms. Quintada, she couldn’t fathom how they had abandoned their faith when God had given them so much.

Last night, Ms. Quintada had viewed firsthand how far they had fallen.

Peter, the oldest of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now at age 35, had always lead the revolt against going to Mass every Sunday for as long as Ms Quintada could remember. Mr. Esquibel had made it a priority for his family and close staff to go to church. As they got older, his nephews grew more resistant to faith. For the family, one of the richest in the village/parish, Ms. Quintada felt it was a shame that they had become such bad examples.

“Give me strength to fight the sinful minds of Mr. Esquibel’s charges, Lord,” she thought reflecting on Mr. Esquibel‘s family. It was all that she could think about since Peter’s proclamation at dinner.

At a lavish feast, which Ms. Quintada had prepared and served, Peter began to rant, when the topic of conversation turned to faith, “I find faith and religion to be a silly and antiquated notion. I have washed my hand of it. Besides, what has faith ever done for me?” he said with a haughty voice.

Mr. Esquibel, dropped his fork and stared at his nephew, “Is that so?”

Peter, met his uncle’s gaze and said defiantly, “It’s all fake. It’s opium for the Masses and a way to control others. I don’t believe in God Uncle. Besides,” he chuckled arrogantly, “even if God were real I’ve given so much money to the community that I’d surely find my way to a heavenly reward after death. I’m not a child anymore who is worried about the trappings of tradition. I will no longer go with you on Sunday.”

Ms. Quintada, was shocked at Peter’s defiance and felt a flare of anger ball up inside of her. <em>Heavenly host! What impudence! </em> she thought.

Philip, Peter’s brother responded, “Are you serious? Don’t you believe in God? Why would you turn your back on the Church?”

Peter looked at him, “I’m not a boy anymore Philip. Just because you have always been a good son and followed the trappings of tradition doesn’t mean that I will or be forced to so as a man.”

Mr. Esquibel, a youthful looking 47, (his sister was twelve years older than him when she died 10 years ago) looked at his nephew sadly and responded softly, “It was your mother’s last wish that I ensured you remain faithful…”

“I don’t care.” Peter cut in angrily. “She always knew that I hated going to Church. She also knew how I felt about the whole thing. I pretended. I‘m done with it all. Forget family tradition,” He said as he folded his arms in defiance.

“Very well,” Mr. Esquibel said as the rest of the family looked on. His eyes met Ms. Quintada’s, and she blushed. Ms. Quintada, turned her head and looked at Peter with a flash of annoyance clouding her green eyes. <em>I must talk to the Padre and tell him of this! she thought to herself urgently.</em>

That evening after dinner, Ms. Quintada went and spoke privately with Padre Eurico. While she spoke, her voice was raised with anger and righteous indignation, Padre Eurico silently listened. When she was done he spoke. “The flock will always return to the pasture,” he said to Ms. Quintada’s dissatisfied look. “Give them time, they‘re dissatisfied. Obviously the Lord has blessed them and will continue to do so regardless of whether they come or not. It’s not a big worry.”

“Not a big worry?!” Ms. Quintada said exasperatedly, “I have always worshiped at this church and shown my faith even on my worst days. I came even when I lost everything! When I had nothing! His nephews have lost their purity and faith. They should show the Lord reverence. They must be saved!” she ended, her voice shrill in the quiet church.

“Ms. Quintada, they are not your children. They are grown adults. Perhaps you should be more tolerant. After all we live in a changing world and….”

Ms. Quintada, seethed in anger and stopped listening to the Padre. She folded her arms and turned her back on him as she quickly strode to the exit. “This is absurd! God will judge you and them for this!“ she yelled loudly one last time as she left the church.

************

This brought her to today. If the Padre won’t help me and give me guidance, then God must, she thought to herself as she entered. Striding with purpose in the deserted church, she walked over to the votive candle stand at the foot of a large, heavy, crucifix, and kneeled down on a small bench. Once there, she lit a few candles and continued her mantra. “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength,” she whispered fervently.

As she prayed, her mind raced back to the incident and Mr. Esquibel’s sad face and broken heart. She had always been attracted to him since his wife had passed away , leaving him without children. She had even expressed her feelings toward him at one point. She remembered how he had looked upon her sadly; his soft voice as he gently rebuffed her overtures. That night, tears streaming down her face, she had stared into the mirror at her short frame and her unattractive face, and thought about how things may have been different if she had been more attractive or more successful. Perhaps if she had had more faith in God, God would have blessed her with better things in her life. Family, children, and Love, it seemed that all had been denied to her. That night, she had cried herself to sleep while whispering the mantra that she had always whispered, the one she whispered now as she knelt on the alter, “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength.”

As she repeated this quietly, she heard a noise behind her. Turning around quickly she could see that she was still alone. <em>Must have been a breeze,</em> she thought. She tilted her head upward and looked at the large cross. <em>Did it just move?</em> she thought. Standing up to get a closer look, she heard a creaking noise followed by a small ping, then another a few seconds later.

<em>Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, </em> the church echoed as the restraining bolts holding the cross on its restraining cables began to pop out. The crosses weight was now distributed on one last restraining cable and Ms. Quintada looked up in shock.

<em>PING! </em>

The last Ms. Quintada saw in the candle lit church was the cross falling towards her and a sharp flash of pain and weight before she blacked out.

**********

Waking up in the ICU, Ms. Quintada found herself in a white room with a doctor standing over her. Feeling sedated by pain killing drugs, she heard a slight hiss as a respirator mask fed her oxygen. She looked at the doctor and weakly asked “What happened?

The doctor, a young woman in her thirties looked down at Ms. Quintada and smiled. “Oh you’re awake. Good. You had a little accident. The cross fell on you at the church. You have a concussion, a broken leg, a broken pelvis, two broken arms, and a small fracture in your skull. It sounds bad but you’re a very lucky woman. That cross could have killed you. God was watching over you today,” she smiled. “Try and rest.” With that, Ms. Quintada slipped into sleep.

That night, Ms. Quintada had a restless slumber marked by moments of vivid dreams and small moments of wakefulness. Still sedated, she would see visions when she woke up and looked around the room. Shortly after 2:00 AM, she woke momentarily. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a figure standing in a darkened corner of the room. As she watched she noticed that the figure was tall but indistinguishable. Over the course of a few seconds, the figure began to glow in bright light which ate the darkness in the room.

<em>Is that an angel?</em> she thought to herself in her daze. <em>A demon? What is that?</em> The glowing shape moved slowly across the room to the side of her bed and touched her. <em>“POWER,”</em> it whispered. Slowly, Ms. Quintada felt warmth flow through her body. Then the being vanished and Ms. Quintada, slipped back into unconsciousness.

When she awoke the next morning, she wrote it off as being the consequence of a drug induced dream.

***********

A month later, after a prolonged stay and visits by Mr. Esquibel and his family, the doctors finally took off the plaster forms that had been put around her body. After a week of therapy, Ms. Quintada was finally fit enough to leave the hospital and return to her duties at the Esquibel estate. The day before her release, Mr. Esquibel stopped by and told her he was leaving on a business trip for the next two months and that she should watch over things at his estate. <em>Now that I can kneel again, the first thing I will do is pray and thank the Lord that I‘m alive! ,/em> she thought excitedly as she exited from the hospital doors. In the east, the first rays of sun were coming over the horizon.

After praying silently at the church, Ms. Quintada made her way back to the Esquibel estate. By the time she got there, it was 8 AM in the morning and the estate grounds were quiet and empty. <em>Everyone’s either at work or out. I guess I better get to my duties, </em> she thought as she pulled out her cleaning supplies. Making her way down the broad and lavishly adorned hallways, she entered the room of James, Mr. Esquibel’s 33 year old nephew.

As she opened the door, she saw James on his bed, pleasuring himself to an American adult magazine. As she entered, his jaw dropped in shock, “What are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospit….”

Ms. Quintada paused, eyed James’ magazine induced hard on, and blushed. She quickly shook her head as anger rose to the surface. Ms. Quintada then rushed toward him and grabbed the magazine from his hand and hit him with it. “What is this?! Don’t you know this is a sin! What is up with you people! Get dressed and get out of here!” she screamed.

James, his face red with embarrassment, grabbed his jeans off his nightstand and rushed to put them on. As he did it quickly, Ms. Quintada’s eyes were fixed on him when suddenly something ignited in Ms. Quintada and she felt compelled to grab him by the ear. She twisted harshly and James cried out in agony as she yelled at him “You will pray fifty Hail Mary’s! You will repent and ask for forgiveness. Do you understand?!”

“Y.. ye.. Yes,” he said in pain.

“Do them! You’re not leaving until you do!“ She said as she forced him down to his knees, the strength in her arms surprising her. <em>This feels good, </em>she told herself, <em>I am dispensing the Lord’s justice.</em>

James, his shoulder in pain from her grip, was surprised at her strength. <em>How is she doing this? She’s only 5‘3! </em>he thought as her unyieldingly strong grip made sure he complied with her demands. As he prayed his fifty “Hail Mary’s” he was merely going through the motions. As he prayed all he could think about was Ms. Quintada’s aggressiveness and her strength. After his fifty prayers were said, Ms. Quintada felt her heart beat increase slightly and her breath become shallow. When James reached his fiftieth Hail Mary, she released him.

With a look of horror on his face, he tripped over himself as he left the room.

Ms. Quintada, stood there and reflected over her actions. <em>Where did that come from? </em>she asked herself confusedly. As she played the incident in her mind she hardened her resolve. <em> No matter. The sinner got what he deserved, </em> she thought as she reached down and picked up the magazine he had dropped. She examined the pages of beautiful women and a mixture of disgust and curiosity filled her thoughts. <em>They look so beautiful, </em> she thought wistfully, her eyes misting over. <em>Why was I born the ugly duckling? </em>Anger rose in her again. “Whores!” she scoffed and then threw the magazine into the garbage container on her cleaning cart. Then she began to work.

****************

Strangely, over the next few weeks, Ms. Quintada, stumbled upon several more sinful incidents concerning Mr. Esquibel’s visiting nephews. Prior to each sinful discovery, her stomach would knot up and she felt as if an unseen force was guiding her to the location of these sinful acts. Every time she arrived, she would find one of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews perpetrating some type of sin.

One day she found Andrew over eating in the sin of gluttony. Another incident, involved John, a stock market trader, who was screaming in his phone to his employees, about money and the virtues of greed. Lastly, Bartholomew, a married man, was caught in the small guest house with another woman and Ms. Quintada dealt with the situation. Regardless of the sin, Ms. Quintada, acted quickly by raising her voice, and physically forcing Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, and anyone involved, to pray and repent their sins. The worse the sin, the stronger the prayer.

The perpetrators, taken by surprise concerning Ms. Quintada’s actions, were so shocked and intimidated by her that their thoughts and worries, were focused more on her as they said the prayers she demanded to hear. After each incident, Ms. Quintada became more confident and self righteous. <em>This is right! </em> She thought to herself, <em> I must save them and bring them closer to God’s grace!<em>

After a busy day of work and two more punishments meted out to Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews, Ms. Quintada retired to her room to relax.

She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water to enjoy a nice evening soaking in a warm bath. As she passed the mirror, she noticed a slight change to her appearance. At 49 years of age, Ms. Quintada had never been an attractive woman. She had a plain face marred by a few unsightly moles, thin lips, age lines, thick, black framed glasses, and a permanent dour expression. The one thing she loved was her luxurious, thick, black hair which had become increasingly spotted with silver as she entered her late 30’s and early 40’s.

She frowned as she looked at herself. <em> Still the same old me, </em> she thought to herself in the mirror. When she was younger, she had possessed a trimmer body for her 5’3 tall frame and perky breasts but had never managed to “find the right one” because of her fierce religiosity, poor social standing, and somewhat plain face. Over the years, and through bouts of depression, her body had become padded with a layer of fat around her mid section, butt, hips, and under her arms. Her breasts, she knew, at the age of 49, had begun to sag. Sighing she took off her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. What she saw surprised her.

<em>Is my stomach smaller? </em> she thought as she posed in the mirror, turning slowly. <em> My butt and arms look a little firmer too, </em> she thought as she flexed a small bicep. “Is this the strength that I asked God for?” she gasped, suddenly remembering her drug induced dream. As she did, a small swell of hope grew in her chest. “I swear to God if it is, I will do everything to save Mr. Esquibel’s family and get them to heaven!”

*******************

Over the next month, Ms. Quintada became more aggressive and fervent in stopping sin. She came to realize that the uneasy feelings she once felt were a sixth sense which focused on acts of sin emanating in the household. Feeling self righteous, she searched out the offenders and used her new strength to intimidate them into prayer for their trespasses. At the end of each prayer session, she felt invigorated. She could feel new energy flowing through her and she was excited to be doing God’s work.

Every morning, she would examine herself in the mirror and witness new changes to her body. As such, she felt compelled to wear longer and longer garments to hide her rapidly changing figure. <em> I must not let them lust, she thought. I must be pure. </em>

Stripping down in front of the mirror, she saw that her stomach was now flat. Running her eyes over her body she saw that her buttocks had begun to take on a toned shape. Looking upward, her green eyes focused on the small of her back which was now tapered and free of excess weight. Slowly, she placed a hand there and began to move it downward, tracing the smooth curve of her buttocks, down to her increasingly toned thighs, and further to the small bulges of her emerging calve muscles. Moving back up, she lowered her arm, fingers splayed open and palm facing downward, and did a small triceps flex. A small dimple in her triceps appeared. <em> I look like I’m 35 again. It’s a miracle! </em> she thought. <em> I feel so sexy, </em> she mentally purred, <em> And powerful! </em>

Her hands ran over her toned arms as guilt rose within her causing her to slouch slightly and frown in the mirror. <em> I must not think like that. I will not sin.</em>

She prayed.

************


At the end of the month, Mr. Esquibel returned from his trip. That night he planned a large dinner with twenty or so friends and his visiting family to discuss his recent trip. As he spoke he looked haggard and tired. In his weariness he didn’t seem to notice Ms. Quintada as she served another exquisite meal. As he spoke about his trip his nephews and guests asked him questions.

<em>Poor devil </em> she thought, <em> he’s such an attractive man. I know he’s lonely. He could use someone in his life. I could be that person. Why doesn’t he notice me? </em> She watched him speak and focused on the features of his handsome, yet solemn face. As she did she began to fantasize, thoughts of sex fluttering through her mind.

<em> I long to be a with a man! </em> her thoughts demanded. <em>Notice me. Notice me… </em> she thought seductively, her right hand was unconsciously and slowly moving down under the table to touch herself. Her thighs were scissoring lightly against each other, and her face was becoming warm. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, and inwardly chided,. <em>I must not think those thoughts! They are impure! </em> Her hand returned to the table and she looked down, focusing on her food.

As she fought to compose herself, she looked upward and felt the attention of James who focused on her in between bits of conversation. With her face still flushed with warmth, her newly developed sixth sense turned on and she felt her body tingle. He was staring at her! Why was he staring at her! She looked downward at her food again and as she did she could hear a small voice whisper in the back of her mind. At first it was inaudible but it became louder and as it did so it identified the nature of James’ fascination with her.

<em> Lust…., </em> the voice whispered.

<em> Lust? He’s attracted to me? No! </em> and as she thought this she felt a small tingle of energy flow into her, threatening to bring her to arousal. <em>Lust.. Lust…LUST, </em> the voice whispered. Not able to take any more, she stood up quickly and bumped the table causing her plate and glass to rattle jarringly.

“Ms. Quintada are you feeling okay?” Mr. Esquibel asked calmly and dispassionately, his brown eyes boring into her.

“I’m fine sir,” she said uncertainly. “I just remembered that I… left the stove on.” Out of the corner or her vision, she saw James’ eyes fall upon her small chest. His eyes glazed over and he licked his dry lips. The words <em> LUST… LUST… LUST </em> continued to whisper loudly in in Ms. Quintada’s mind. Her arousal grew. “ I must take care of it,” she said, grabbing her plate, silverware, and glass to take with her.

Struggling to move quickly out of the room, she tripped over her chair and her plate and glass fell out of her hands and onto the floor. She blushed and bent over, not realizing that her heavy skirt was clinging to the increasingly sexy curvature of her hips. As she stood up again, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and she could feel the eyes of Mr. Esquibel’s other guests focus upon her as she made her way around the room. She could see their eyes dart vaguely to her hips in short appraisal. <em>NO! I‘m trying to hide my body! </em> she thought <em>I will not perpetuate sin! </em>

From deep inside, her subconscious whispered to her, <em>Let them look upon you. This is what you want, </em> the voice said seductively. <em>You want them to desire you. You NEED it. </em>

As it spoke, she felt several new tingles of energy locked onto her, making her more aroused. As her thighs moved past each other, the warmth of their friction traveled up her legs to her pelvis and her erogenous zone which was becoming supersensitive, causing waves of pleasure to race to her brain.

<em> My body is on fire! </em> she thought and more voices whispered <em>LUST </em> in her head mere seconds after she uttered the words in her head. It was almost as if the men around the table, with the exception of Mr. Esquibel, had become drawn to her when she focused on her inner desires. It was as if they had heard her inner desires and were responding to her thoughts.

<em>Absurd! </em> she thought. Her subconscious voice spoke to her, almost seductively, <em> Is it? </em> She looked around the room one last time, her hands shaking slightly as she struggled to maintain control. Several eyes were still locked onto her. She stumbled through the swaying door leading to the kitchen and out of the room.

“Where were we?…” Mr. Esquibel said.

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Making her way upstairs, Ms. Quintada could feel strings of energy flow into her as she laid down on her bed and stripped off her clothes. Her hands began to wonder over her supercharged body. The slightest breeze sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body.

Touching herself gently, she ran her hand over her bronzing skin, beginning first at her neck and then moving slowly downward over her smooth breasts. She cupped them momentarily, and felt her nipples grow with arousal. “Sooo.. Good… Mmmmmm….” she moaned and then ran her hands down and across her now smoother and flatter stomach. As her hands moved downward, the more sensitive her body became causing her to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. “Ohhhh…wooow..” she panted, “this… is.. incredible. I have so much energy!” she cried out pleasantly as her hands finally reached down to stimulate herself.

As her fingers worked downward she could feel a slight pulsation which matched her heartbeat as blood rushed to her there due to her aroused state. She could feel waves of sensitivity rush through her body to the pleasure centers of her brain and she moved her fingers further downward. Finally, she found her clitoris, dripping wet with moisture. When she touched it, she cried out in shock and in increasing pleasure, “Is it larger? I’ve never been this aroused before…”

Fighting pleasure, she fought to regain control. Must… not. It‘s a sin, she thought as a wave of energy rolled over. “Mmmmph! Oh my goodness!” she moaned as her fingers worked harder on the glans clitoris. She bent the knee of one leg, her hand still rubbing herself gently as she writhed and undulated over the bed. With each movement of her fingers and hands, energy flowed into her. “That feels so…” she panted again rubbing faster, “So…IEEEEEEEEE!!…” she screamed in pleasure as she was brought to orgasm.

Then she fainted.

The words <em> LUST </em> whispered in her mind as she blacked out.

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Over the next week, she noticed people around town staring at her as she went about her daily tasks. Men would look at her as she walked by, looking at her body but avoiding her face. Each night, Ms. Quintada would review herself in the mirror to see how her body was transforming. As she stood in front of the large mirror, in a long night gown, she could see newly defined shoulders and arms outlined by small striations of muscle. Her breasts, slightly larger, had tightened up and a small striations of muscle definition had begun to show slightly at her cleavage point. Turning to the right, she lifted her leg, balancing on the other foot, and bent the knee of the raised leg as she ran her hand over her tight buttocks. She puckered her lips seductively in the mirror, noticing that they had become slightly fuller on her the increasingly smoother contours of her face. She then lowered her leg and lifted the night skirt to reveal defined quads, which looked fantastic in the golden hues of the soft light. Smiling again, she then stood on her tiptoes, first flexing her calves and then flexing her toned thigh. She saw the muscles bunch up as she twitched them slightly.

<em> I look fantastic. I’m so sexy, </em> she thought. <em>No! This is sin! I’m a temptress! </em>and then she frowned and looked into her luminous green eyes. “I need a new wardrobe. I must hide my changes.”

Turning away from the mirror, she could feel the slight whispers in her mind which were running constantly now. She had learned that the whispers identified the various types of sin which people were committing. Over the last week, she could sense sin from greater and greater distances from those people she knew.

She knew when they blasphemed, when they had adulterous thoughts or actions, or when they pleasured themselves in an improper manner. A few times, she had even confronted a few of the people in the village. Each time she did, she forced them to pray. Unknowingly, they focused more on her and calming her wrath than on the prayers themselves. The sin continued which aggravated Ms. Quintada to no end. <em> It’s almost like they enjoy sinning, </em> she thought.

As she was getting ready to sleep, she felt an old uneasiness in her stomach related to Andrew, Mr. Esquibel’s third nephew who was an accountant for the pharmaceutical company. He was working late tonight at his office across town but she could feel sin closing in on him. Ms. Quintada, alarmed, pulled on some clothes and hopped in the car to wait for him outside his office. After getting out of her car, she pulled herself into the shadows of a nearby alley as a woman appeared.

<em>A prostitute?! </em> She thought as she saw the attractive woman walk up to security phone and call Andrew’s name. This will not stand! She thought as she walked quickly over to the woman and tapped on the shoulder.

"You will NOT do this to Andrew!” She said looking angry at the prostitute.

"I do not know what you are talking about you ugly bitch. Who are y…" . She was silenced as Ms. Quintada grabbed her arm and squeezed. She screamed into the empty streets, “Help me! She’s hurting me!“ as Ms. Quintada’s strong hand squeezed harder.

"If you scream again I will punish you, do you hear me?” she whispered forcefully with her increasingly strong grip, pushing the young woman down to her knees. When the woman was on her knees, Ms. Quintada bent down and whispered again into the woman’s ear, “You will repent for your actions. You are a whore and you have broken hundreds of families and impacted thousands of lives through your adulterous actions. Now pray. Repent for your sins and of those who participated in your unions.”

The woman looked up, fearful tears in her eyes, and looked at Ms. Quintada as she prayed. Ms. Quintada, lost in the prostitutes eyes, felt a rush of adrenaline and the familiar tingles of energy flowing into her. <em> Doing God’s work has never been more rewarding! her mind echoed. I’m changing lives! </em>

When the woman was done, Ms. Quintada released her iron like grip and let her climb to her feet. Tears were streaming down the woman‘s face. "If you tell anyone about this, I , and the power of Heaven will find you. Now go. Every time you pray, remember this moment." Looking at Ms. Quintada one last time, she ran away. Ms Quintada laughed as the woman fled into the darkness of the quiet streets.

Turning, her job now done, Ms. Quintada began to walk back to her car. Feeling invigorated, she decided to cut through a dark alleyway as a short cut. As she got halfway through, a tall figure emerged in front of her. The figure, which appeared to be a 6’4 man, was dressed in a long, dark trench coat. In the shadows, his skin appeared to be a pale white. His face, looked scarred and tired with sorrow. His forehead, adorned was stress lines, was topped with white hair. However, it was his eyes which caused Ms. Quintada to gasp in alarm. They were pure white.

Seconds, which seemed like years passed. Finally the man spoke in a whisper, the voice of thousands speaking at once. “Ms. Quintada, I bring you a warning.”

“A warning?” she cringed.

“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe. The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to act upon the hearts of men and influence the world. You have been chosen. You have been given the keys to the heavenly kingdom to further his will, yet you are walking a dark path”

“What are you talking about?!” she cried. “Who are you?!”

“I serve the Heavenly host…” he looked down at her.

“Are you an angel?” she asked. He nodded.

She looked at the being’s face. <em> He doesn’t look like an Angel, <.em>she thought. <em>He actually looks demonic. He can’t be an angel. I know what an angel is. He must be a demon! </em> she thought as her heart raced.

She backed away. “You’re a liar! You’re trying to mislead me from God’s path. I,” she pointed at herself, “Serve God. I will return them to heaven by God’s command. You be gone!” she screamed.

The man buckled at her command and fell to one knee. He looked up at her weakly, “You have been given free will to do either good or evil and the power you have been given cannot be taken once given. You must choose how you use the power and your faith. That is the law that the creator bound himself with at the hour of creation. It cannot be broken by his hand. Know this, you threaten the Kingdom. Choose wisely.”

“Be gone. Demon. I reject your presence,” she said forcefully. The man began to flicker in and out of existence and fell to both knees. Holding his chest in pain, he looked up, “Lord! She was the wrong choice… the wrong choice!”

“BE GONE DEMON! I REJECT YOU!” she screamed, righteous fury and anger strengthening her command. The being thrashed on the ground and lifted his hands to his ears and screamed an unholy howl before elemental forces tore him to shreds in a fury of light. His molecules exploded.

Ms. Quintada stood, her heart racing. <em>It was a demon! A demon! The devil’s minions are trying to stop me from doing God’s work. I will not be deterred! </em>“I will not be stopped! Do you hear me? I will not be stopped!”

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When she arrived back home later that night, she headed toward her room. On the way up, she walked past Mr. Esquibel’s room and could hear him breathing gently in his sleep. As she moved, she could feel every curve and every movement of her new body. She could feel her taut arms and thighs glide over the thick concealing fabric of her clothing.

Stopping in the hallway, she looked down at her hand and forearm and flexed, staring at the hypnotic quality of the swelling muscle. Her body was a force, a force to perpetuate the holy word of God. <em>I destroyed a demon tonight, she mused, This body is proof of God’s faith in me. </em> Standing there, she could hear Mr. Esquibel’s gentle breathing. She decided to quietly check on him.

Tiptoeing, she could feel her new calve muscles bunch and flex as she moved into the room with a catlike grace and stealth. Approaching the bed, she looked down at Mr. Esquibel, smiled, and then sat down gently on the side of the bed, readjusting her long black skirt as she did so. As she relaxed her posture, she could feel part of her bland, black, blouse rip across her muscular back. She rolled her eyes and sighed. <em>Damn! That was my last blouse. </em> After a quick appraisal, she then looked down at the sleeping face of Mr. Esquibel.

“Someday.. someday, you’ll love me,” she sniffed, a heartfelt tear welling in her eye. “Someday you’ll worship me and desire me the way I deserve, the way I‘ve always wanted,” she whispered. Then, wiping a tear from eye, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned quietly in his sleep, a hint of longing in the sound. She smiled down at his sleeping form and then she left.

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The next morning, she sat in the sun room reading a newspaper. Mr. Esquibel had left before dawn on another four month trip. As she read, she could feel the whispers of sin growing around her but she was learning control. She felt a new sensation at that moment. An animalist drive to urinate and then a shameful, formless, primal thought of shame. <em> Did I just sense the dog urinate? </em> She got up to investigate and the dog looked at her in shame. A wet spot was present on the kitchen tiles. <em>My powers are growing! I can feel shame in animals! </em> She looked at the dog in judgment, and it fled.

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She continued to enforce her will every time she detected sin. She made sure that the offenders said their mandatory prayers. The offenders focused on her as they prayed, staring deeply into her green eyes, only to repeat the same sin a few hours later as if it had never happened. For Ms. Quintada, it would anger her righteous fury into action. She began leaving instructions that they should pray every time they sinned or even <em>thought </em> that they had. She told them that if they failed to do so, she would return. More and more people, afraid of being confronted by Ms. Quintada, began to offer up prayers. Every one of them thought of Ms. Quintada returning to mete out punishment if they didn’t abide.

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One afternoon, as she was cleaning the mansion, she felt this tremendous energy flow throw her and her body began to twitch in pain as she doubled over. “Lord! What’s happening to m.. ma…meee….” she cried only to stop when a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly her body started to grow and she could feel muscle begin to bubble and then bulge as she increased in height from 5’3 to 5’4. “Oh my Lord! Yes! Yessss!“ she moaned as she grew. “Reward me! Let me Grow! Ughhhh!…. Mooorrrrrreeeeeee!!!!“

Within minutes of intense prayers, she had gained five pounds of muscle, giving her body an increasingly sexual allure. “That was wonnnnderrrful” she purred. She flexed her body in a lazy stretch and then went to the nearest mirror. <em>I look fantastic. My skin is glowing a healthy bronze, </em> she thought excitedly and then noticed that her clothes now no longer fit her comfortably. <em>This means I need new clothes.</em> She sighed, <em>Again.</em>

She drove into town to buy clothes from the place where she had bought her concealing blouses and skirts. Getting out of her car, she walked along the busy streets in front of the various shop faces which adorned the boulevard. As she walked, she began to notice the various women who were walking around in high heels, tight skirts, and tight blouses in the Brazilian heat.

<em>How can they parade around like that?,</em> she thought in disgust. <em>You could be like that, </em> her subconscious said, <em>You could be desired and wanted. Think of what you could have. Think of Mr. Esquibel,</em> it tempted her. <em>Why not? </em>

Unconsciously, and suddenly she stopped in front of a fashionable clothing store. She stared at the seductive clothing items on display in the window. <em>Perhaps something shorter on the thigh? </em>she mused wickedly as she stepped into the store.

“Hi can I help you?” a young woman, blonde and athletic, twenty something asked. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a firm and toned body which screamed I can get anyone I want. Losers need not apply! The young woman paused when she looked at Ms. Quintada’s baggy and bland clothing and sneered slightly. Her eyes possessed a contempt for Ms. Quintada which said, <em>Look at this old broad. You have got be kidding me! </em>

Ms. Quintada smiled. “Why yes, I’d like to buy something new.”

The young woman looked at Ms. Quintada appraisingly and said, “Follow Me.” The young woman then made her way over to a rack of clothes designed for slightly older people.

Ms. Quintada laughed gently. “Uh, I was thinking that maybe I could try something on more like that,” she said pointing at the more sexy wares, “Yes. Definitely that.”

The woman snickered outwardly. “Sure. Okay. Whatever. The dressing rooms are in the back. Try on whatever you’d like.”

“Thanks, but these will be all that I’ll require,” she said picking up a black, body hugging, mid thigh length skirt, black stalking, a long sleeved, button up, black blouse, and a pair of black pumps. “Be back in a few.” she said as she turned her back on the young woman.

Standing in the room, she took off her heavy garments and slowly put the new ones on. Rolling the black pantyhose up her thigh, she marveled at how nicely the darker hose shaded her skin. Extending her leg out, she slowly rotated her leg and loved how the darker tones gave her muscular thighs the appearance of higher peaks and deeper valleys. Standing up, she slipped her feet into the black pumps and her calves flexed seductively.

Taken all together, the combination of the mid-thigh length skirt, black blouse, and pumps gave her the sexiest pair of legs within a hundred miles of Rio De Janeiro, a city known for beautiful Brazilian women. Breaking a small piece of wood off the wooden hanger, she collected her luxurious black hair on top of her head in a sexy bun.

While her face was still in the process of reaping God’s rewards through younger skin, fewer blemishes, and sexier lips; her hair and thick black rimmed glasses added a touch that screamed “sexy librarian.” She puckered her lips in the mirror.

<em> I LIKE this, </em>she thought and then sighed. <em>Alas, I have a duty to God, </em>she frowned.

<em>Screw it!, </em> her mind said, <em> Live a little. You can have both. Embrace it. Let yourself be desired, loved, and beautiful. </em>She moaned at the thought. <em>Yes! You deserve this. You deserve it! </em>

It was then at that moment that she decided that she no longer cared. Even though at times she felt guilty for her potential to cause others to sin, she was becoming indifferent. After all, she wasn‘t the one sinning, she reasoned, they were. She had always longed to be adored., had always longed to be beautiful. So what if a sexy body fed sin? Sin could be dealt with through prayer. After all, she thought greedily, their prayers brought them closer to God. God rewards her with her changing body, this sexiness, this STRENGTH that she had prayed for.

<em>And I LIKE it, </em> she thought deviously.

That strength was on display now. She knew she was different. She was evolving. Changing, and with that change and evolution, Ms. Quintada decided to use her first name. Esmerelda, named for the glowing emerald eyes she possessed, the eyes which her parents named her for. With her changes, they were more radiant than ever. She felt reborn.

She stepped out of the dressing room and called out to the young woman. “Ms! Ms! I need these items in some larger.. um… sizes.”

“Just one minute Ma’am. I’m on the phone,” the younger woman said, one hand on the speaker of the phone as she responded to Esmerelda. <em>I’ll bet you need some larger sizes. Old hag,</em> she thought. “Yes. Uh hum. We have that item. Sure I can hold it for you. Just come on in. You have a good day too. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone, and turned around with her eyes closed, breathing slowly. She let her head slump forward and then opened her eyes.

When she opened them, she saw a black pump in her field of vision and a shapely foot adorning it. She could see the definition of a woman’s Achilles tendon and the muscles which flared outward above it as her eyes moved slowly upward to the calve muscle’s soleus. While she stared, Esmerelda shifted slightly and the calve muscle bunched up and created a muscular indentation ,which was overhung by a meaty muscle. Moving her eyes higher, the store clerk’s gaze moved upward past toned quads and hamstrings which became concealed by the mid-thigh length skirt. The skirt clung snuggly to perfectly shipped hips which tapered to a tight waist until the skirt was lost by the lose fitting blouse. Continuing upward, the clerk saw small mounds of cleavage from the partly unbuttoned blouse which gave her an incredible view of Esmerelda’s firm breasts which were supported by muscle tone. Then the clerks eyes moved to Esmerelda’s face, a face she once snickered at.

“Hello again,” Esmerelda smiled, “I like these. Do you also have some in larger sizes?” she said turning slightly in appraisal.

The young woman was lost for words. “I uh… I… have some more in the back.” Her eyes appraised Esmerelda again quickly and blood rushed up to her cheeks.

Esmerelda began to hear whispers repeat in her mind. <em>ENVY… ENVY… ENVY… </em>With the whispers, Esmerelda felt the familiar tingle of energy flow into her and her heart began to race. <em>This woman is sinning, she thought. I must enforce God’s will. </em>

Esmerelda smiled, “They’re in the back? Mind if I take a look with you? We’ve got some things to discuss about the power of prayer.”

<em>Watch out sinners. Esmerelda is coming.</em>

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As Esmerelda slept, she increasingly found her nights full of erotic dreams. Tonight, in her dream, she could hears whispers of committed sins and the silent prayers of people she had once encountered. As they did so in her dream, she would scream out in ecstasy and pleasure which was so intense that she was forced out of her sleep.

Breathing heavily, her body sheathed in sweat, she propping herself up in bed. She looked down at her naked form and saw her that her erect nipples glistened with a small droplet of sweat which shown in the moonlight. She was also moist. <em>They’re continuing to pray, and the more they pray, the more strength God gives me, the faster the changes and his reward come, </em> she thought. <em>And I’ve grown again,</em> she smiled as she ran her hands over her sleek muscles. Unable to sleep, and out of habit and fascination, she put on her nightgown and then went to stand before her bathroom mirror.

Turning slowly in the mirror, she noticed that her muscles had grown slightly larger in her sleep. She began to flex and as the blood rushed into her fitness sized arms, they began to occupy the extra space of the gown’s sleeves. <em>Wonderful! </em>she thought ecstatically, <em>Grow for me! </em>She opened up the gown and saw small liner divisions in her abdomen that were the beginnings of a six-pack. Her breasts were firm and had grown another cup size over the last month. Deeper lines of muscle could be seen on her upper chest, which had uplifted her once sagging mammaries.

<em>If this continues, I won’t have to wear a bra anymore, </em>she mused. Then she touched her glans clitoris again and a small exasperated sigh escaping from her lips as she did so. <em>It’s a little larger and more sensitive now. How much more will I change?</em>

She giggled and then began making various faces in the mirror. The blemishes on her face were fading and her hair was now completely untouched by silver. It was thick and dark as she ran her strong fingers through it.

She smiled as she flexed and hummed a James Blunt tune, supplementing her own lyrics. "These are my legs, they are large and strong, they are beautiful, they’re beautiful, they’re beautiful it’s true ..."

Suddenly she stopped. She could feel sin. It was close by. She turned and looked behind her. She saw a face eyeing her from the slightly ajar door. As with other times when she felt sin, her self righteous feelings welled within her. "You pervert!" she yelled as she nearly tore the door handle off and grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. It was Peter, Mr. Esquibel‘s 35 year old nephew. His night pajamas were bulging in the crotch.

She softened her grip. “YOU LUST AFTER ME?! YOU ARE ENGAGED! YOU WILL PRAY THREE HUNDRED HAIL MARY’S NOW!” She forced Peter to the floor. “LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU DO IT!”

He looked in her eyes, and uttered the prayer. “Good,” Esmerelda said, “continue.”

Ms. Quintada, his former housekeeper, now Esmerelda the hand of God, could feel her holy body, becoming increasingly powerful. She felt the feverish energy as he prayed. She could feel his lust and arousal grow.

<em>Why is he not stopping?! </em>she thought, her mind racing. The words <em>Lust.. Lust.. Lust…LUST… LUST!!! </em> began to boom in her mind like a title wave. Esmerelda felt her knees weakening as power surged through her.

Her hands gripped the door frame tightly, wood creaking with her strength, as she breathed heavily. She forced herself to look at a Peter as the sweat ran down her face. She noticed that he sat there, transfixed as he watched Esmerelda’s body quake. Her bosom heaved beneath her night gown as another title wave hit her. Peter was moaning as his hard-on pulsated with blood.

<em>Yes! Yes! I want more. More. MORE!!! </em>she thought feverishly.

She grabbed Peter once more and forced him to kneel. “Pray!” she screamed, “PRAY!!”

As Peter began his prayers, more energy flowed into her and gave her more power and strength. As it did, her mind slowly expanded as a new reasoning and purpose dawned on her. <em>This </em>was her true mission on Earth. Through faith and miracles she understood that she was now made to confront sin. <em>I am important, </em>she thought. <em>I’m more than a tool of God’s will. I may be the most important person in 2,000 years! I am a Prophet. A new messiah! </em>

Her heart was pounding as Peter‘s voice continued praying, now a dull noise in the background. Closing her eyes, she opened her mind and she could sense the energy and direction of Peter’s prayers. She could feel his concentration as he kneeled before her and noticed how hard he was working to stay focused on prayer and not on the thigh muscles and exquisite body of his housekeeper.

<em>Yesss, Peter, </em>she thought to herself as she continued breathing heavily, <em>I am beautiful. </em>She flexed her thigh muscle which contracted upward creating a small valley of shadowed muscle. As she did so, she could hear Peter’s voice crack slightly as small glimmers of sweat condensed on his forehead.

Another flow of energy nearly overcame her as she went down on one knee beneath the pleasurable onslaught.. <em>Yes God! I’m dong your will! Reward me!</em>

Esmerelda smiled weakly as the flow subsided for a moment, and then, emboldened in her purpose, she slowly got up and forcefully told Peter to continue his prayers before leaving to wake up the six other member’s of Mr. Esquibel’s family. <em>They have sinned. They must repent. They must do it now. I must lead the way. /em>

Slowly she moved down the hall, as Peter’s prayers hit her, causing her to walk hesitantly.

One by one, she went into each of their rooms. Using her tremendous strength, which was growing steadily from Peter’s focus, she woke each of them and forcefully drug them downstairs. Commanding each of them to kneel and forcing those who disobeyed. She looked at them. “You will pray! 600 hundred prayers for your sins! Now!”

“What are you doing?! Praying at this time of night? Ms. Quintada what’s happened to you? Have you gone crazy? We haven’t done anything!” Philip said.

Esmerelda sat for a moment, thinking about his words. Out of all of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, Philip had remained the most religiously devout and had not been exposed to Esmerelda’s intrusions.

<em>I’ll change that, </em>she thought as her zeal overcame her.

Esmerelda stood over Philip, her foot in front of his face, her calve muscles protruding outwardly, “What about lust? I know you lust Philip,” she breathed heavily. “Uhhh!” she moaned as she kneeded her breasts from another wave of energy.

“I….I…” he stammered, “I’m not like my brothers. I’m married and my wife is…”

“Really Philip?” Esmerelda licked her lips, “You’ve always been a good boy but surely you’ve sinned?” She said, breathing heavy. She then brushed her hands up her thighs and the smooth contours of her body as she stretched sensuously to another power surge. Reaching the top of her movement, her hands extended over her head. She held them there for a moment and from Philip’s position he could see the definition of her triceps as her arms reached full extension.

<em>I’m slowly getting control of this. </em>She thought as she was able to minimize the effects of Peter’s prayers.

“Everybody sins Philip,” she said sexily, huskily, as she strode over to him kneeling on the floor, her shapely legs and calve muscles moving sensuously as she walked slowly over to him. She could feel the burning in her calves with each step. She smiled as she noticed how intense his eyes were fixed on her. “Oh Philly,” she pouted, her luscious lips puckered, “does your wife have a body like this?” she said flexing her bicep. “Here, touch my leg.”

He looked at her timidly, slowly raising his hand uncertainly.

“Go ahead Philly, it’s okay. Here, let me help you.” She reached down slowly to her skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing her fitness sized leg. She then bent one knee slightly and extended the other leg out with a ballet dancer’s grace. Her flexed calve muscle and thigh slowly began to highlight various muscles in the shadows. “Touch it….”

His hand, now trembling, ran along her smooth skin and a moan escaped from his lips. “Ms. Quintada…”

Instantly, as if on queue, she could feel Philip’s fascination with her leg and the familiar pulse of his growing sin as he looked upon her. The others, fascinated with her power, began to sin as well. She could hear whispers of <em>LUST </em> in the back of her mind which strengthened as Peter‘s joined the chorus. “Ahh, ah, ah Philip,” she said with playful voice, “you’re lusting. You must pray like the others.” She quickly pulled back her leg and let her skirt down again. “Do it! Now!”

As they began to pray, she could feel the energy flow into her. She felt it run along her body once again. She could feel the small hairs of her arms raise and stand up as if touched by static electricity.

“Ah..ahhh!” she yelped as she moved her back against the wall as the energy from Phillip’s thoughts flowed into her. Her hands moved along the inside of her thighs, as her silk nightgown revealed tan and taut muscles.

She slid to the floor.

Her muscle felt as if someone was massaging them as they twitched slowly. She squirmed rhythmically.

She felt her purpose! <m> I will be a prophet! I will do God’s work his will! I will be more important than anyone! </em> As she stood, she ran her hands over her body and writhed in pleasure as she felt muscles slowly grow. Around her body. The higher the level of the prayer, the more powerful she became. With more power, the more her mind opened up and greater she could feel the sins around her.

Her mind wandered as she closed her eyes, the prayers of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews faded out. There! A man cheating on his wife. Em>Sinner! </em> There a woman doing the same. <em>Sinner! </em>She saw a man rob a convenience store. Sinner! A man cheated at a card game, smiling at his greed. <em>Sinner! I can feel them! </em>her mind cried, <em>They must all repent!<em>

Opening her dazzling green eyes, fighting against the surge of power rushing through her on the floor, she flexed her left bicep. With her right hand she reached up and touched it. She could feel the smooth skin under her finger tips. She traced the pulsating vein, felt the hard peak, and she smiled. She looked down at her bicep, now the size of a baseball and it was good. She had also grown another 2 inches. She was now 5‘6.

Peter, still praying, was becoming nervous as he saw Ms. Quintada grow. It was surreal and regardless of his lust and fascination he had to get away. He had to run away and stop feeding her. <em>She’s growing! She’s not human and she’s becoming too powerful, </em>he thought nervously, sweat gathering on his forehead through his lust, <em>I have to get away! </em>

As if she sensed his thoughts, Esmerelda crawled toward him and grabbed him by the arm, the veins on top of her hands pulsating as her body continued to transform. Peter cried out in pain. “Na…na…no..“ she forced out between breaths, “You can’t escape me! None of you can! Don’t you… don’t you see what’s happening?” she pulled him close with her strength and whispered into his ear “I’m becoming God’s sole messenger on Ear… oh yes!… Earth. I will ALWAYS be one step ahead of you” she moaned erotically, “and you will not escape my judgment. Now pray!”

As before, Esmerelda adjusted to the flow of energy and regained control enough to stand.

She walked over to a mirror and looked down at her leg. The silk stockings she wore began to rip as her legs grew, larger, more muscular, stronger. Yes! She moaned. “Aaaaaa….” she moaned as she ran her fingers downward to the growing area of moisture between her legs.

Suddenly she realized that James had stopped praying. She turned to him and he pleaded with her, telling her that he done his quota. <em>FALSE WITNESS </em>whispered in her mind. “Liar!” she said. “God knows! He knows that you’re a liar. <em>I </em> know that you’re a liar.”

“H..ha..howw?” James stammered

<em>This is how sweet James,</em> a voice whispered in the heads of everyone in the house, <em>“God has granted me powers to enforce God’s will. I have telepathy and I can see and hear everything that comes from you. You can not hide anything from me, or commit any sin. I am seeing into each one of you, and …my God! " </em> she gasped as a new realization dawned on her.

Flipping through their minds, Esmerelda could see every sin that that they had ever committed. <em>And now they will pay for them.</em> “I can hear your thoughts,” she said aloud. “From now on, you will all have daily quotas. You will pray four hours a day to pay for your sins.”

As they prayed before her, and her powers grew, she realized, for the first time, why and how her body was transforming. There was energy flowing directly into her, not from God as she had once believed. <em>Directly into me?,</em> she thought. <em>The energy was not from God? </em>As it flowed into her, her conversation with the angel resurfaced in her mind.

“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe.” <em>What does that mean? God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue? His power?,</em> she questioned while other snippets arose in her mind.

“You hold the keys to his Kingdom. You have free will,” he had said. <em>Keys? Free will? </em> she thought, <em>He granted me the power to do his will against sinners and save them for HIS kingdom! </em>

“The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to influence the hearts of man.” Power? Sin?
“You threaten his kingdom. Choose Wisely.” Choose wisely?

Suddenly it hit her. <em>Power, Free Will, Faithful, Sins, and KINGDOM, </em>she thought ecstatically, <em>The power of God comes from the Faithful of his Kingdom. The faithful have free will and their sins erode the power of his kingdom. Take all that away, give someone else the keys to the Kingdom and…, </em> she gasped, and then looked down at those who were praying. She smiled wickedly.

“Furthermore you will also have a NEW prayer.” She raises her hands, palms upward "Let us continue to grow within the mother, give her the wisdom, the power to punish those who sin." She then said forcefully, meeting their gazes, “You will. each repeat it three hundred times every day.”

<em>NOW, we will see true justice done.</em>


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Over the next few days, the prayers generated new strength for Esmerelda. Now she could read minds of anyone close by and read their sins. Her face was becoming more beautiful and she displayed her body whenever she went out. Everyone knew that she had become a physically powerful woman. She was getting more stares everyday.

When her clothing could no longer sustain her growing form, she saw a local seamstress in the city. Esmerelda, finally decided that her body was worth worship and had the seamstress create an extravagant dress that hugged her body. The dress showed the large muscles which lied under her firm and large breasts and slowly descended to her waist. Then, skin tight, the dress followed the curve of her tight body, over her smooth hips, and to her thighs and lower legs which were revealed by a slit in the dress. Whenever Esmerelda moved, the dress exposed her thighs and the bulging muscles there. <em>Yes, that’s right. Desire me. And after you have sinned, you will pray. </em>

As she left, she could feel people’s stares upon her and their growing obsession. She thought to herself <em>What I have, they desire for themselves. I have the power and they secretly desire one such as I. They are not humble enough .. they are not worthy to be able to look upon such light.</em> With that she began walking toward the church, the streets quiet and empty.

Rounding a corner, she saw three men approach her. They each had the same pale white skin, white hair, and trench coats that the “demon” had possessed. <em>This should be interesting.</em>

When they neared her, they appeared gaunt and sickly. Almost as if they were losing their famed powers. The leader raised his hand, and with the voice of thousands speaking as one he addressed her. “Esmerelda, you must stop this course of action. You were not meant for this power. You were supposed to use your heart for good to do the will of God. Not usurp it.”

She put her hands on her hips, with one hip cocked to the side.

“I have given God faith my entire life, and in return I was left with nothing. I was unattractive, my parents were sickly and died, and I never did anything with my life. Where was he then?” she said defiantly.

“Surely you don’t mean that God was always wit…”

“Don’t tell me what I mean!” she screamed. “I’m going into that Church to talk to MY,” she giggled sexily, “yes, <em>MY </em>congregation about faith. Stop me if you can,” she said as she folded her arms across each other, her large biceps straining the material of her dress.

The angel, looked weak as her words drained him. “We cannot stop you. This village has lost their faith and with it, our power and God’s ability to work here has nearly vanished,” he said sadly. “Alas, the world has lost it’s faith which has impacted the Heavenly host’s powers.”

“Thanks for telling me that,” she smiled. “It will make my ascension….” her tongue licked her luscious lips sensuously and she flexed a bicep, a long and shapely finger from other hand ran over it in a soft caress, “Easier. ..Now be gone!” she yelled only once. The beings screamed in terror and then burst from within with flickers of light.

She headed toward the Church.

When she arrived, the church was packed with people. Ever since she had started her Crusade, attendance had gone up. The irony was, is that when people came in the Church, they weren’t thinking of God, they were thinking of her. As she walked in, people stared at her. She smiled.

“As you know, I’m Ms. Quintada but you can all call me Esmerelda. If you can’t tell, I’ve gone through some…” she smirked, “changes recently which have been given to me by a higher power.” Everyone remained silent. Her body, now 6’ foot tall, was hypnotic. Strong muscles graced her every curve and her tight clothing drew attention to her large, shelf, like breasts. “I am here because you’re all sinners.”

The Padre raised his hands and yelled at her “Get out of here Esmerelda! This is a house of God and you’re disrupting his word!”

“His word? <em>HIS </em>word?!” she sneered. “What do you know of HIS word? HIS word is a lie. God is a woman!” <em>Or at least she will be,</em> she mused. “Many of you have felt her impact on your lives and know the truth!” Implanting the thought that God was woman would further erode their faith to HIM, she knew.

Meeting the eyes of the church goers she saw people, looking downward in shame as they remembered the prayers they made with Esmerelda their unwitting focus. “And You!” she said pointing at the Padre, “were willing to have your flock go out and sin. You don’t possess the word of GOD. I do!”

“Get her out of here!” the Padre shouted as five men from the back row walked up behind Esmerelda to grab her. As the first one reached for her she read his thoughts and saw where he was going and she grabbed his arm, pulling it past her as she struck his stomach, driving the air out of him, causing him to collapse.

“You don‘t!…” she threw the next person to the ground.

“Speak…” she backhanded the third guy, sending him flying.

“For…” She crouched quickly, threw out her right foot, and swept the footing out from under the person to her right. Then she reached for the last attacker, grabbing his arm and with her biceps flaring, used her tremendous strength to bend his arm behind him, to hold him captive. She walked him up to the alter.

“GOD!” she yelled as she put her foot in the man’s back and shoved him flying toward the Padre.

“I DO!!” she screamed, turning to the congregation which was now frozen in fear. “You will all pray for your sins. Kneel!” she commanded.

A man, desperate to escape, ran toward the door. As he approached it the wooden latch slammed down as if moved by an unseen force. He turned back and looked at Esmerelda, her right arm extended. Her green eyes were glowing beneath her thick framed glasses.

“We won’t yield to you!” A man shouted from one of the pews.

“Will you not Andrea?” She said absently.

The man’s face dropped in shock. “How do you.. How?”

“I know all of your sins Andrea. Like today, you stole a”

“Sit. All of you. I need more people praying for me. Repeat after me: "Let us continue to grow within the mother. God give <em>her </em>the wisdom, and the power to punish those who transgress HER word." The people began to pray…

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As the church service continued every Sunday, Esmerelda became a permanent fixture on the altar. As prayers were uttered, Esmerelda grew inch by inch every week. The process was always the same. As they prayed, she would stand on the alter and unashamedly absorb their energies as her muscles stretched and grew. Behind her, the church goers, silently uttering their prayers, could see her tailor-made dresses rip in a v-shape down her back as her lats expanded.. When she turned, they got a view of her legs as small tears in the fabric raced up her skirt as her hamstrings and quads grew. To the church goers, it sounded like a zipper opening.

Her back, now uncovered, rippled in oceans of giant muscles and her lats showed striations of thick, corded muscle. When her clothes ripped, a sigh of pleasure escaped from Esmerelda’s lips.

None of Esmerelda‘s garments lasted more than a week and the people of the church began to openly LUST after her. <em>I’m not so foolish as the current God, she laughed inwardly, I will draw my power from both faith</em> and <em>sin. One will feed the other and feed me my power. </em>

She looked out across the praying crowd. <em>The men will lust after me and the women will be full of envy. Look upon me and see the power of God!</em> her thoughts whispered in their minds.

She didn’t care. Sin fueled prayer. Prayer gave her purpose. She <em>wanted </em>them to know that she was different. She <em>wanted </em> them to know that she was unique. She had power and body to go with it but she wanted so much more. She wanted to grab the power of the Kingdom of Heaven so that her subjects basked in the glory of <em>HER</em> universe.

<em>Soon, </em>she thought. <em>Very soon.</em>


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Over time, Esmerelda started to develop greater powers which she reveled in. Following the church service, frightened people would approach her with sick loved ones for healing and Esmerelda healed them all with a touch. Her only requirement was that they pray to her as a living saint/ prophet and spread her new faith to others. Her flock grew, and more people from the surrounding areas packed into the church, drawn by some powerful need to see her. It no longer mattered to them that it was no longer a Christian church. Pilgrimages to see Esmerelda were preached in the countryside and thousands came to seek her blessing.

Everyday Sunday, as her body transformed slowly to perfection, her mental powers also grew and her mind was blossoming with new abilities. ESP, telekinesis, immense intelligence, super hearing, and increased speed and reflexes, were now hers to command. No one could oppose her and her words became law in the village and surrounding countryside.

At her command, the old cross was taken down and a throne was placed at the head of the Church for Esmerelda’s use. She had commanded so many people that she no longer cared about using the trappings of traditional faith to cover her ambitions. Her followers could only now focus on her and her alone. <em>There is only me now,</em> she thought.

During the masses, as the power and energy of thousands flowed into her, she felt a burning desire for more.<em> I want to become all powerful,, </em>she thought. <em>I want to be supreme! I will have it! </em> Focused on that thought, she began to funnel the tremendous energies stored in her body and the energies from the praying congregation to slowly probe and eventually break the barrier between mortal and immortal. As the congregation prayed, Esmerelda focused the energy to probe and search for new weakness in the barrier. When she found them, she chipped away at it, bringer her closer and closer. Everyday new abilities flowered in her mind as she could now begin to pierce into the quantum levels of creation. She felt her ascension to godhood grow.

Her followers, enraptured, began to write new prayers under her guidance to further her ambitions. "We pray that the strength of our mother continues to grow to the infinite. We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know. "

She was now 6’6 and 230 pounds of muscle. She could now hear thoughts from miles and miles around and feel their sin. <em>They lust after me, she thought, I am becoming a goddess to them. I am becoming a goddess in power myself but I must have MORE. This is not going fast enough!</em> She thought, frustrated.

Esmerelda, looked into the mirror and saw her face. She was no longer ugly but beautiful. Flawless, ageless. Her long dark hair, glowing green eyes, full lips, and bronzed skin were flawless. She flexed her muscles in the mirror and could see the now near limitless power there. Her breasts, now FF’s were firm and inch long nipples shone through the fabric of her black dress. With a word she could drive anyone to sin. She could turn her pheromones on and off at a moment’s notice. But she needed <em>MORE.</em>

The next day she approached Padre Eurico. She could tell that he had pleasured himself to her image and she could feel the sin roll off of him. As she approached him, her glorious body, the depth of her breasts, and the striation of her muscles, sent him into a frenzy. <em>LUST LUST LUST </em> her mind whispered.

She smiled down at him. “Morning Padre. As you know, our congregation has grown as I do good works.” She said as she folded her arms, her hug biceps protruding through the fabric of her dress. “ I want to go global. I want you to contact> the media and set something up.”

“Yes, we can do that. We can set something up Esmerelda,” he said, transfixed by her green eyes as he looked up into them.
Padre,” she whispered. Instantly, his body released his pent up sexual energy, causing him to moan as he fainted due the overflow of eroticism present in her simple command.

“All too easy,” she whispered as she walked out of the church.

“Excellent,” she smiled. “Next Sunday then.”

“Yes Esmerelda,” he said in rapture, pleading silently for a reward.

“You may cum for me now
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Esmerelda, left the church and walked home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate. While she did, people stared at in awe but none had approached her. A few days ago, Esmerelda had lost control during an intense energy filled transfer and her pheromones had driven everyone into a sexual frenzy for miles around. People, acting primal, trampled over themselves in their attempts to reach her. Sensing the pain and misery of those around her, she had to project herself into their minds to stop people and calm their sexual lust. Ever since then, she had radiated waves of calm from her super-evolved mind. In the end, they could look, but they couldn’t touch and their greed, lust, and envy, were funneled back into their prayers at night.

As she walked past a small coffee shop, she heard her name on the Television. She stopped. An American news outlet flashed her picture which the paparazzi had captured two days ago. After a short introduction, the news pundit went into a split screen featuring talking heads. Below them, a ticker ran under their conversation: <em>Brazilian Priestess to Hold Televised Mass next Sunday… Religious groups around the world are criticizing the event…</em>

Yes, she thought, give me free advertising.

The pundit, an older man in a well pressed suit asked, “Dr. Jannison, can you explain the growing numbers of people who are having dreams about this woman at night? Is this just some mass consciousness thing going on? I mean, clearly she’s a beautiful woman and all, but what’s the fascination? Can you tell me?”

Dr. Jannison, dressed in a red blazer, was an attractive blonde haired woman with deep blue eyes. “Well Will, you partly answered the question. First off, Ms. Quintada is a celebrity in the southern hemisphere. She’s had a profound affect on the way people down there view faith and religious worship. As you can see from these photos, she’s also a very attractive woman who has broken the Hollywood “waif” barrier of physical attractiveness.”

Will O’Ridley interrupted her, “Yeah, yeah we see that doctor. She’s a very powerfully built and women around the world have begun to lift weights to emulate her look. Get to the dream part.”

Dr. Jannison smiled, “Well, that’s part of the effect Will. Since she has become an icon, she has also become the subject of peoples projected fantasies on an unconscious level. This unconscious level is exacerbated when people gather around the proverbial water cooler the next day to talk about a wild dream they had involving her. When the other people hear the story, see the photographs, and read the news about her, they begin to unconsciously think about her which influences their dreams. They then perpetuate it to the next person and so on, and so on. To put it simply, it’s a herd mentality playing out on a conscious and unconscious level. Of course, we’ve never seen it on this level focused solely on one person….”

Esmerelda smiled and muttered quietly, “If only you truly knew. As I continue to change, you’d be surprised how much influence I have over reality,” she giggled.

Will balked at her, “Come on Doctor Jannison, that’s absurd for them to dream of her to the erotic extent that they do.”

Dr. Jannison smiled, “Is it? What about you Mr. O’Ridley? Have you ever dreamt of her?”

He swallowed visibly, his face was red. “Well uh Doctor.. I… oh look, we must go to a commercial break. Thanks for coming on the show.”

Esmerelda smiled as they went to a commercial and then used her mind to change the channel again. and it changed the channel to another station of talking heads.

The ticker read “Religious Groups Rally to Protest Brazilian Priestess’ Televised Event next Sunday. Spokesman of the various Churches have been unable to rally numbers en masse…”

Another pundit, this one a man in his early 50’s and sporting grey hair and coffee house reading glasses was surrounded by a roundtable of religious representatives from various faiths. He turned to one of the representatives and asked, “What do you think about this Brazilian Priestess’ church? She has clearly gathered a very large following but her followers closely monitor and restrict the information about the service itself. Knowing that, do you really believe that this new Church is a threat to established faith?” he giggled, “Should I put on her my worst person in the world list?”

A heavyset man, wearing a Reverend’s collar answered, “No need for that Mr. Olderman. I think it’s pure idolatry and hype. As you said, we know virtually nothing about this service. The people in the surrounding area have kept it a closely guarded secret. That concerns us, we’ve all,” he waved his hand to the circle of other religious leaders, “have tried sending people there to discover the story. They either faint with no recollection of events only to end up back in their hotel rooms unharmed, or they come back changed people, brainwashed. Do I think this church represents a challenge to our Faith in the long run? No, I don’t. Are the followers of this new church dangerous? Yes. Very dangerous.”

Mr. Olderman responded, “Well, I don’t think she’s as dangerous as you all say and I really doubt that her popularity surpasses the President’s. I mean after all, our President is absolutely fantastic and can do no wrong. I along with Mr. Chris Mayhews get a tingle running down my leg every time I see him. A lot of people find him very attractive and I can’t imagine anyone not listening to him and his voice and…” he stopped, his eyes glazed over, as he realized he was rambling a bit too affectionately about the leader of the free world and getting off topic. The others at the table looked at him quizzically, confusion marring their expressions. He blushed.

“Uh… my apologies. And what do you think of Ms. Quintada or Esmerelda as she calls herself? She’s clearly an attractive woman,” he added jokingly.

The Reverend’s face went red, “Well uh.. I’m a married man and a man from God’s true Church. I would never ever succumb to sinning or fantasizing. The good book says Thou shall not covet…”

Esmerelda laughed. “We shall see about that.” She then closed her eyes and reached out her mind and focused in on the studio 5,000 miles away. Her mind raced through the studio, zipping through halls, over keyboards and computers until it found the large television screen situated behind Mr. Olderman’s guests.

There was a flicker of light and the Reverend stopped his monologue. “What was that?” he said as the men turned and looked up at an image of her standing in her dress with her arms folded.

“As I said I would never lust after anoth… uh… oh wow,” he said softly transfixed at the image. “She’s so beautiful. So…so.. Sexy.” Sweat gathered on his forehead and he reached up a hand to loosen his Reverend’s collar. “It’s almost like I can hear her calling to me as if she wants me to…” he said absently has his hands reached downward beneath the table as the microphones picked up the sound of a zipper. He, and the others started to moan.

BEEEEEEEEP….. A noise flashed across the screen. “We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please standby.”

Esmerelda laughed as she left the coffee house.

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When Esmerelda came home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate, the familiar scents of his grounds awoke something in her. She realized that, after all of this time, in all of her life, she had never been with a man sexually. She pondered this problem. Why do I need this? her subconscious responded, <em>If you’re to become a goddess who will sit in judgment, you must understand the sins that comes with the pleasure of the flesh. You must experience it while still mortal.</em>

She looked down at her body. Since garnering her glorious power and irresistible body, Esmerelda had experienced a sexual awakening. Up till now, her awakening was limited to her erotic dreams and growth during church service and prayers. However, even with all of the pleasure of growing she had experienced recently, she still possessed a sexual energy, dammed up for years, that demanded she take a lover to bed. It begged for release even as it flowed into her new body and muscles.

As she thought about it, she unconsciously began to reach down to pleasure herself when she stopped. <em>What am I doing. I can have anyone! </em>she thought. <em>I have the energy of a sexual goddess at my command, and the body to go with it. I MUST have sex! </em>she cried.

Her thoughts flew to Mr. Esquibel who was away. She had always been attracted to the man and she wanted him desperately. It’s a sin, she thought. Oh but what fun. She looked at the calendar. Mr. Esquibel would be home today.

That night, Mr. Esquibel, only 47 years of age, slim, fit, and dark haired, arrived to an empty house. “Man it’s hot in here,” he said to himself as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Where is everyone? Anyone home?” he said to silence. Strange, he thought, and then proceeded upstairs with his luggage. When he entered his darkened bedroom he saw a tall, curvy, shadow in the corner. It startled him.

“Hello Mr. Esquibel,” a sexy voice dripping with femininity and power whispered, sending shivers up his spine, “Welcome home.”

“Who are y….” he was cut off as he was lifted into the air by an invisible force and floated over toward the shadow and into Esmerelda’s waiting arms.

<em>Why, it’s me Mr. Esquibel. Ms. Quintada. </em> He heard in his mind as she reached down with her strong hands and tore off his clothes. Her pheromones oozed off of her and she gave him the full brunt of it. She kissed him, her tongue and lips moving seductively.

He responded instantly, as his member rose and his body was flushed with heat in the already muggy night. She disengaged from the kiss and used her power to float him toward the bed. “Wha.. Are you doing?”

<em>Relax. You are mine.</em> He heard in his mind again and saw two flashes of green glow in her eyes. He landed softly on the bed.

<em>I have always loved you Mr. Esquibel. Tonight I will you take to a place beyond your wildest imagination,</em> she thought as she walked toward his form on the bed. He looked up at her glowing green eyes and felt a small tug on his belt. He looked down and saw his belt and zipper undo themselves, moved by an invisible force. He looked up at Esmerelda in fear. “How…”

“Shhhh,” she said bringing a sensuous finger to her lips. She bent down, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, as she moved her mouth downward to his erect member. She looked into Mr. Esquibel’s eyes, smiled, and then puckered her lips slightly to blow softly on his member. Has she did, he squirmed in pleasure has he realized that she had increased his nerve endings.

She smiled at his response, stood up again turned around, and then flexed her muscles, causing her dress to rip to shreds. From her head to her toes, her tight body glistened in the moonlit shadows. Rivulets of sweet ran slowly down sculpted traps. Turning back around, Mr. Esquibel could see glistening sparkles of sweat run on her smooth breasts, now protruding from her body and made perfectly firm by the slats of pectoral muscle laying underneath. Her midriff and stomach also glistened as tiny rivulets ran down her rippling six pack, and continued down to her female erogenous zones. In the shadows, he could see her clitoris, the size and circumference of a small strawberry, and her swollen mound, engorged with arousal and moist with yearning.

She leaned down and kissed him again and then she moved down his body with her mouth, her strong hands trailing behind as she used her luscious lips to tease him. After tingles of pleasure, she took her luscious lips and put them over his member. Mine. Forever! she whispered in his mind as she started to pleasure him. Her mouth and tongue worked over him, sending incredible impulses into his mind from the new nerves she had given him. However, she paced her mouth and tongue to keep his ultimate release just out of reach.

It was agonizing. “Esmerelda…” he panted, “it’s so incredible. Pla.. Please let me ca..cum.” he stuttered aloud.

<em>Yes. It is incredible. I’m going to be a goddess soon.</em>

<em>You are? </em>he thought back.

<em>Yes. Soon I will have power over all things. My time has come.</em>

“I… I don’t believe you,” he managed to get between breaths “You look like you’re 25 years old. What have you done to Ms… Ms…. Quintada?”

She stopped her fellatio and moved away from him and she could feel his disappointment and longing. When she was five feet away she clamped her hand, making a circle with her fingers, and then pumped her fist in the air in a jerking motion. Immediately, he orgasmed. <em>I am Ms. Quintada, now Esmerelda, and soon to be goddess. I can do whatever I want to you Mr. Esquibel. You. Are. MINE.</em>

She then walked back over to him and crawled onto the bed, her giant frame moving with a surreal grace for her size. She ran her lips over his body and then when she had gone far enough, she propped herself up and threw her muscular thighs over his body to straddle him. Her opening hovered over his manhood. Do you want this?, he heard her voice in his thoughts. <em>Do you want me now?</em>

He looked at her and as he did, he could see her lower abs moving as she breathed with sexual intensity. He could see pubic mound moving and pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat as blood flowed down there in her arousal. He could also see incredible muscle contractions and her fine motor control as she flexed hidden muscles causing her labia to move, contract, and loosen on command with smooth, controlled motions. Looking at her enlarged clitoris, he watched with wonder as another series of muscle contractions readjusted it downward as if it was positioning for contact with his shaft.

<em>That’s not possible!,</em> he thought. <em>Women can’t do that!</em>

“I can Mr. Esquibel. As I changed I made certain…” she smiled mischievously, “Alterations to my body and musculature.” She contracted her muscles again, forcing her clitoris and labia to move in small, erotic, undulations and contractions.

<em>Do you want me now?, </em> she projected again.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Her eyes flashed green again and then she slid down upon him. His mind was lost in pleasure as she began to rock her hips slowly. She used her inner muscles and contractions to control his ability to orgasm.

<em>Pray to me, </em> she projected into his mind. <em>Make me more powerful.</em>

He began to pray to her as she rode him. The pleasure was intense as warmth built up in his body. He finally orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy with the most powerful orgasm of his life while she moaned in pleasure. “Yessssss…… give me evvverrrryyything,….” she purred as her inner muscles milked him for all that he was worth. She then laid her head on his chest.

<em>You will love me forever. </em> she projected into his mind as he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

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That Sunday, millions upon millions of people tuned in to watch Esmerelda’s service. Hyped, news outlets around the world did specials about the event. Newspapers and magazines ran with her picture on their covers with headlines such as “Is she the second Coming?”, “Angel or Demon?” or “Is this God’s TRUE Church?” Her popularity grew.

The day of the broadcast, curious onlookers tuned in to see, what many called, the most beautiful woman in the world. Across the globe, on the screens of Times Square, in Beijing, London, Paris, and Moscow, large screens had been put up for the event. Governments, laughed at the event but decided to show it anyway to their various constituents to show the watchers that it was a hoax. No one under the age of 18 was allowed to the event and parents were given parental warnings not to watch. With that, various religious groups protested the telecast as heretical.

Within the church itself, there was little security. The people sat in their pews, thousands more sat outside, their heads bowed down in silence. From behind a curtain Esmerelda appeared in her stunning form fitting dress, her green eyes sparkled into the camera.

“People of the world, thank you for watching.” She closed her eyes and added a whisper of power to her voice, “If you are a parent, turn the television off NOW,” she commanded, and the millions who watched and were affected by her command did so. She smiled as her mind felt her command instantly obeyed. <em>That is nothing to what power I’ll soon have. </em>

She opened her eyes and looked into the camera “You are about to witness an amazing act of faith. Five months ago, I was nothing. But through my unwavering faith, God has granted me strength and purpose to save sinners through prayer and bring them closer to salvation. Many of you are wondering why there is no cross at this church. The religion you know is a lie. A two thousand year old cover up. The <em>true </em> God only needs your faith. She needs only your prayers. Let me guide you to it,” she smiled kindly. “Please join us.” She then sat down regally in her chair.

“Begi….”

“You must die!” a man shouted in the crowd. He had smuggled a gun into the service to kill her. Running up on the altar, he fired his entire clip into Esmerelda’s chest. The slugs tore through muscle and bone as blood splattered across the altar. Esmerelda’s eyes went blank and her body slumped.

The man, looked upon Esmerelda and her supreme beauty, ran out of the church and then shot himself.

Across the globe, people watched in shock. Aghast at the horror which had just played out on their screens. <em>How could this happen?! </em> her believers cried. <em>See, she wasn’t really anybody, </em> doubters claimed, <em>Just another whacked out cult leader who used her beauty to swindle people,</em> they thought. <em>The heretic is dead! </em> opposition groups cheered.

Suddenly, the color returned to Esmerelda’s face and the drops of blood slowly flowing down the shelf of her breasts and her body reversed course and ran back into the wound. At the same time the other displaced matter from her body also reversed their course and begin to close the wounds. As it did, pieces of lead emerged from her body and dropped into her lap.

Esmerelda, gasped loudly, color returning to her face and light to her eyes. She turned to the camera and smiled. “Do you see what a little faith can do? Join us and pray for your sins,” she said sexily. She then rose from her chair, and kneeled down, her breasts becoming more exposed as she changed angles as she bent down. The cameraman covering the event zoomed in on her flawless skin and broadcast it to the world. The camera picked up every detail as she bent over in front of the camera. Her strong traps flaring from her neck were defined, small striations of muscle flowed across her upper chest and met in the center where her cleavage began, making her breasts more defined. On either side of her defined cleavage, her perfect breasts rested, a small hint of dark red areola from her nipple exposed due to the effect of gravity upon her shirt from her bent over form.

Her eyes sparkling naturally in the light, she smiled, seductively into the camera. She knew that her gesture would unleash unbridled envy and lust from all of those watching. <em>Do you want me now world?, </em> she thought inwardly to herself. Then she touched the altar and within seconds the gore from the violent encounter disappeared. Audiences around the world gasped.

Savoring the moment and her well calculated movements, she closed her eyes and stretched her mind out. As she did so, she could feel the sins of the audience flare up. With that came the whispers touching upon her mind. <em>GREED, LUST, ENVY </em> came the whisper from millions.

“I see that we are ready,” She said as she sat down. She crossed one leg over the other. Her quads and hamstring muscle spilled forth from the long parting of her black dress. Her calve muscle bulged where it was crossed over the other leg. “Begin.” She whispered like thunder.

The crowd began, “We pray that her power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.”

Esmerelda whispered, “Louder. You all sin.”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said louder this time.

Esmerelda writhed in the chair as the familiar tingles of energy flowed into her. She panted slightly, her face flushed with red as she began to grow.

“Louder.“ She spoke softly.

.“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said still louder this time.

Esmerelda, began to cup her breasts as the energy flow into her body increased. Her biceps pushed upon the fabric of her dress. She moaned. “Louder… aaaaaaa… Fasssster” she purred as she tried to control her words.

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” the congregation spoke louder. As they did, viewers from around the world, attracted to Esmerelda’s transformation, began to pray as well.

Stammering in ecstasy, she reached out her mind to power her words, "You will dedicate yourselves to me. You will believe and help the power of God grow. You will help ME grow. Your sins will be answered by prayer. Your prayers will bring you closer to God… to ME."

Her muscles pulsated with growth and uncontrollable contractions as her dress started to rip. “You who doubt, look upon me! Am I not beautiful to behold? You <em>desirrre </em> me. You <em> lusssst </em> after this perfect body!” she said, ripping her black sleeves as she flexed her biceps. With her flex, millions more began to lust and envy uncontrollably, unconsciously adding their voices to her prayer, making her more powerful.

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.”

“Aaaa… ohhhh yess….. Morrre” she moaned. “Louder…. Louder….” Esmerelda cried, her muscles began to pulsate, contract, and stretch more rapidly as more small tears began to appear on her garments. “Give me mooorrreee….Give to Me…”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” They cried, voices raising.

Esmerelda, now in ecstasy, ran her hands down her body, across the ripping fabric of her dress, and touched herself. “Louder!” She cried. “Give me MORE!!! Grow….mmmmmmmm.”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know!’” millions cried.

Various TV stations around the world, who didn’t air the event, patched in live feeds, changing their broadcasting. Prior to going live, they ran Esmerelda‘s power induced warning to parents who instantly shut of their TV sets. They then went to the live feed. “Unnngghhhhh! !” she moaned sensuously, “I… I…feel more and more of you…” she gasped, “Do you… do you….. unnnngghhh!! I‘m growwiiiinnng,” she panted and then continued…. “Feel your sins…” she whispered. “Unggggghhh!!” she cried in more ecstasy as more muscle grew on her body. She was getting taller as well. “You want this body….. unnnggggh” she orgasmed for the first time. “Man and Woman…… UNGGGHGG!!!” she panted heavily, rubbing herself vigorously, moisture dripping between her strong hands. “I feel your sin! REPENT!” she trembled… “I… I….. ahhhhhhh,” her green eyes glowed, “… am your salvay… salvay…mmmmm…. salvation!”

Around the globe, billions lusted, millions where physically enthralled and touched themselves, sinning in lust as she shot up to 8 feet in height. She moaned again, hips bucking back and forth on the throne in the church, her clothes now shredded showing the glorious bronzed body, now covered in glistening sweat beneath them, “Oh the pleasure Aaaaaaeiiiiieeeeeeee,…..Show me your faith! Pray! Pray to me!”
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Esmerelda felt the energy of billions flow into her. Every time one person repented, three more sinned. <em>Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting.</em> The whispers flowed through her mind. Her hands rubbed her clitoris vigorously, her hips sensuously pumping up and down. Her dress was now in tatters. Her tan body was glistening in sweat. Her abs rippled smoothly as she moved her knees against each other in the chair. One of her nipples, now uncovered, was erect and was glowing, surrounded by a nimbus of green electric bolts. Where her hands rubbed herself, a small glow began to emerge washing out physical detail. As the glow increased and she kept rubbing, her body buckling to wave after wave of erotic energy, her body began to levitate in a nimbus of green energy. Her muscles moved sensuously as she absorbed the energy of the faithful.

She screamed. “I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! PRAY TO ME! REPEAT AFTER ME… UNNNNNNNNGH… OH THE POWER… FEELS.. SO… GOOD! MY BODY…
MMM….MUSCLESSSS!” she sidetracked, breathing heavily as she continued to rub herself. “PRAY TO ME!….Esmerelda IS THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. SHE CREATED THE UNIVERSE AND SHE HAS NO END. SHE IS… UGGGHHH,” she screamed loudly, her body now completely nude to the world. It was flawless, indestructible, indescribable, irresistible, perfect.
“ALMOST THERE.. UGGNNGH” she screamed as her mind and powers battered the walls where the ultimate power of creation sat waiting. “SHE IS…. UNNNGHHH!!!…

GOD!”

“Esmerelda IS GOD!” billions cried out. With that, Esmerelda’s glowing form let out a burst of green energy which circled around the Earth in an instant and boomed out into space across the Universe. Billions around the world felt their bodies flood with sexual energy causing them to convulse with pleasure and sexual release as Esmerelda finally ascended to omnipotence.

<em> THIS UNIVERSE IS MINE!</em>

She whispered with ecstasy, her image, projected into everyone, into every language, and alien mind “You will service ME. You exist at my mercy. I can unmake creation with a thought and I can create without a word.. I can do……. <em>anything. </em>

Now come to me… desire me, worship me. I will provide for all. You shall all be mine… <em>FOREVER.</em>“


Epilogue:

6 months ago.

Hiding herself from the weaker Supreme Being of this time, Esmerelda, walks invisibly through the doors of an old church on the outskirts of Rio de Janeiro. The church is empty save for one occupant, an older woman kneeling before a candle lit alter beneath a large cross. As Esmerelda watches invisibly in the back of the pews from the shadows, she can hear the woman’s quiet prayers and simple words, “God give me strength. Give me strength.”

Esmerelda smiled and looked up at the heavy cross.

PING! PING! PING!
<em>Do you Want Me Now? </em>



Do you want me now? (NSFW! Graphic Sexual Situations)

Author’s note:

This story was inspired by Crazyfck’s “Ohlos Ventras” and he has given me permission to play in his world. While I have followed the same basic story line of events, I tweaked and changed the characters a bit. The characters are all older, and the main character, Ms. Quintada, is a live in maid unrelated to the other characters. This is my first time writing a fiction story so there may be some mistakes in structure. If there are, my apologies. I finally wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoy. Please remember that there are graphic descriptions that are unsuitable for reader under the age of 18. Please be aware of your local laws before reading.

P.S. If you’re religious, please remember that this is a story in the tradition of a writer’s imagination.

Do You Want Me Now?

In a small village on the outskirts of, Rio De Janeiro, 49 year old Ms. Quintada, a lonely housekeeper for the affluent Esquibel family, entered a small, rustic church. Ever since she was a small child, Ms. Quintada had come to the church twice daily, once in the morning for church service and a second time in the evening for solitary prayer. Her faith was everything to her.

For the last decade, Ms. Quintada had a lived a solitary existence. An only child, she had lived all of her 49 years in the small village and had dedicated her life to caring for her parents who had become ill while she was in her mid-twenties. While others she had grown up went to college, into business, and followed their dreams, she had stayed out of duty to family. When her parents passed away a decade ago, Ms. Quintada had become the live in maid for Marcus Esquibel, a rich pharmaceutical developer. Caring for his estate and ground had given her a semblance of home and a purpose. With her parents long since gone, her position with Mr. Esquibel was all that she had left.

Being a woman of tremendous faith, she often came to church to pray and reflect upon the state of the world and the various stresses and problems going on in her life. Today, her primary source of stress centered around the annual summertime “all-men” family reunion of Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews. Mr. Esquibel, having no children of his own, had watched over his nephews since his only older sister had passed away twelve years ago.

Like every visit, Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now in their 30’s, stayed on the Esquibel Estate. The estate was a miniature version of the court of Versailles complete with a huge central mansion, several quest houses, fountains, and rich and lush vegetation and gardens spread out on thirty-five acres of land. Mr. Esquibel, due to his high salaried work, had bought his palatial home ten years ago after becoming the caretaker of his nephews. Ms. Quintada had been one of his first hires.

For Ms. Quintada, she found Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews to be very tiresome greedy, selfish, faithless, and their basic sinful nature centered around fast cars and fast women appalled her. The mere thought of Mr. Esquibel’s nephew's trespasses brought her shock and anger. It was always a very stressful situation when they came to visit.

Kneeling in the pews, she silently whispered, "Give me strength, Lord. Give me strength," in a repeating mantra.

Although Ms. Quintada, had never had any children of her own, over the last 10 years, with the Esquibel family, she had watched Mr. Esquibel‘s nephews, Peter, James, Andrew, John, and Batholomew slowly emerge into the disconcerting men they had become. She remembered how the twenty something boys, once full of humility, faith, and familial duty become tainted the more successful they became. Only Philip maintained his religiosity and duty. For Ms. Quintada, she couldn’t fathom how they had abandoned their faith when God had given them so much.

Last night, Ms. Quintada had viewed firsthand how far they had fallen.

Peter, the oldest of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, now at age 35, had always lead the revolt against going to Mass every Sunday for as long as Ms Quintada could remember. Mr. Esquibel had made it a priority for his family and close staff to go to church. As they got older, his nephews grew more resistant to faith. For the family, one of the richest in the village/parish, Ms. Quintada felt it was a shame that they had become such bad examples.

“Give me strength to fight the sinful minds of Mr. Esquibel’s charges, Lord,” she thought reflecting on Mr. Esquibel‘s family. It was all that she could think about since Peter’s proclamation at dinner.

At a lavish feast, which Ms. Quintada had prepared and served, Peter began to rant, “Uncle, I’m not going to Church anymore. I refuse to go! What has faith ever done for me?” he said with a haughty voice, “I don’t want to go anymore.”

Mr. Esquibel, dropped his fork and stared at his nephew, “Why won’t you go?”

Peter, met his uncle’s gaze and said defiantly, “It’s all fake. It’s opium for the Masses and a way to control others. I don’t believe in God Uncle. Besides,” he chuckled arrogantly, “even if God were real I’ve given so much money to the community that I’d surely find my way to heavenly reward after death. I’m not a child anymore who is worried about the trappings of tradition. I will no longer go with you on Sunday.”

Ms. Quintada, was shocked at Peter’s defiance and felt a flare of anger ball up inside of her. Heavenly host! What impudence! she thought.

Philip, Peter’s brother responded, “Are you serious? Don’t you believe in God? Why would you not go?”

Peter looked at him, “I’m not a boy anymore Philip. Just because you have always been a good son and followed the trappings of tradition doesn’t mean that I will.”

Mr. Esquibel, a youthful looking 47, (his sister was a twelve years older than him when she died 10 years ago) looked at his nephew sadly and responded softly, “It was your mother’s last wish…”

“I don’t care!” Peter cut in angrily. “She always knew that I hated going. She also knew how I felt about the whole thing. I pretended. I won’t go. Forget family tradition,” He said as he folded his arms in defiance.

“Very well,” Mr. Esquibel said as the rest of the family looked on. His eyes met Ms. Quintada’s, and she blushed. Ms. Quintada, turned her head and looked at Peter with a flash of annoyance clouding her green eyes. I must talk to the Padre and tell him of this! she thought to herself urgently.

That evening after dinner, Ms. Quintada went and spoke privately with Padre Eurico. While she spoke, her voice was raised with anger and righteous indignation, Padre Eurico silently listened. When she was done he spoke. “The flock will always return to the pasture,” he said to Ms. Quintada’s dissatisfied look. “Give them time, they‘re dissatisfied. Obviously the Lord has blessed them and will continue to do so regardless of whether they come or not. It’s not a big worry.”

“Not a big worry?!” Ms. Quintada said exasperatedly, “I have always come to church and shown my faith even on my worst days. I came even when I lost everything! When I had nothing! His nephews have lost their purity and faith. They should show the Lord reverence. They must be saved!” she ended, her voice shrill in the quiet church.

“Ms. Quintada, they are not your children. They are grown adults. Perhaps you should be more tolerant. After all we live in a changing world and….”

Ms. Quintada, seethed in anger and stopped listening to the Padre. She folded her arms and turned her back on him as she quickly strode to the exit. “This is absurd! God will judge you and them for this!“ she yelled loudly one last time as she left the church..

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This brought her to today. If the Padre won’t help me and give me guidance, then God must, she thought to herself as she entered. Striding with purpose in the deserted church, she walked over to the votive candle stand at the foot of a large, heavy, crucifix, and kneeled down on a small bench. Once there, she lit a few candles and continued her mantra. “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength,” she whispered fervently.

As she prayed, her mind raced back to the incident and Mr. Esquibel’s sad face and broken heart. She had always been attracted to him since his wife had passed away , leaving him without children. She had even expressed her feelings toward him at one point. She remembered how he had looked upon her sadly, and his soft voice as he gently rebuffed her overtures. That night, tears streaming down her face, she had stared into the mirror at her short frame and her unattractive face and thought about how things may have been different if she had been more attractive. Perhaps if she had had more faith in God, God would have blessed her with better things in her life. Family, children, and Love, it seemed had all been denied to her. That night, she had cried herself to sleep while whispering the mantra that she had always whispered, the one she whispered now as she knelt on the alter, “Give me strength Lord. Give me strength.”

As she repeated this quietly, she heard a noise behind her. Turning around quickly she could see that she was still alone. Must have been a breeze, she thought. She tilted her head upward and looked at the large cross. Did it just move? she thought. Standing up to get a closer look, she heard a creaking noise followed by a small ping, then another a few seconds later.

Ping, Ping, Ping, Ping, the church echoed as the restraining bolts holding the cross on its restraining cables began to pop out. The crosses weight was now distributed on one last restraining cable and Ms. Quintada looked up in shock.

PING!

The last Ms. Quintada saw in the candle lit church was the cross falling towards her and a sharp flash of pain and weight before she blacked out.

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Waking up in the ICU, Ms. Quintada found herself in a white room with a doctor standing over her. Feeling sedated by pain killing drugs, she heard a slight hiss as a respirator mask fed her oxygen. She looked at the doctor and weakly asked “What happened?

The doctor, a young woman in her thirties looked down at Ms. Quintada and smiled. “Oh you’re awake. Good. You had a little accident. The cross fell on you at the church. You have a concussion, a broken leg, a broken pelvis, two broken arms, and a small fracture in your skull. It sounds bad but you’re a very lucky woman. That cross could have killed you. God was watching over you today,” she smiled. “Try and rest.” With that, Ms. Quintada slipped into sleep.

That night, Ms. Quintada had a restless slumber marked by moments of vivid dreams and small moments of wakefulness. Still sedated, she would see visions when she woke up and looked around the room. Shortly after 2:00 AM, she woke momentarily. As her eyes fluttered open she saw a figure standing in a darkened corner of the room. As she watched she noticed that the figure was tall but indistinguishable. Over the course of a few seconds, the figure began to glow in bright light which ate the darkness in the room.

Is that an angel? she thought to herself in her daze. A demon? What is that? The glowing shape moved slowly across the room to the side of her bed and touched her. “POWER,” it whispered. Slowly, Ms. Quintada felt warmth flow through her body. Then the being vanished and Ms. Quintada, slipped back into unconsciousness.

When she awoke the next morning she wrote it off as being the consequence of a drug induced dream.

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A month later, after a prolonged stay and visits by Mr. Esquibel and his visiting family, the doctors finally took off the plaster forms that had been put around her body. After a week of therapy, Ms. Quintada was finally fit enough to leave the hospital and return to her duties at the Esquibel estate. The day before her release, Mr. Esquibel stopped by and told her he was leaving on a business trip for the next two months and that she should watch over things at his estate. Now that I can kneel again, the first thing I will do is pray and thank the Lord that I‘m alive! she thought excitedly as she exited from the hospital doors. In the east, the first rays of sun were coming over the horizon.

After praying silently at the church, Ms. Quintada made her way back to the Esquibel estate. By the time she got there, it was 8 AM in the morning and the estate grounds were quiet and empty. Everyone’s either at work or out. I guess I better get to my duties, she thought as she pulled out her cleaning supplies. Making her way down the broad and lavishly adorned hallways, she entered the room of James, Mr. Esquibel’s 33 year old nephew.

As she opened the door, she saw James on his bed, pleasuring himself to an American adult magazine. As she entered, his jaw dropped in shock, “What are you doing here? I thought you were in the hospit….”

Angry, Ms. Quintada rushed toward him and grabbed the magazine from his hand and hit him with it. “What is this?! Don’t you know this is a sin! What is up with you people! Get dressed and get out of here!” she screamed.

James, his face red with embarrassment, grabbed his jeans off his nightstand and rushed to put them on. As he did, something ignited in Ms. Quintada and she felt compelled to grab him by the ear. She twisted it harshly. James cried out in agony as she yelled at him “You will pray fifty Hail Mary’s! You will repent and ask for forgiveness. Do you understand?!”

“Y.. ye.. Yes,” he said in pain.

“Do them! You’re not leaving until you do!“ She said as she forced him down to his knees, the strength in her arms surprised her. This feels good, she told herself, I am dispensing the Lord’s justice.

James, his shoulder in pain from her strong grip, was surprised at her strength. How is she doing this? She only 5‘3! he thought as her unyieldingly strong grip made sure he complied with her demands. As he prayed his fifty “Hail Mary’s” he was merely going through the motions. All he could think about was Ms. Quintada’s aggressiveness and her strength. After his fifty prayers were said, Ms. Quintada released him. With a look of horror on his face, he tripped over himself as he left the room.

Ms. Quintada, stood there and reflected over her actions. Where did that come from? she asked herself confusedly. As she played the incident in her mind she hardened her resolve. No matter. The sinner got what he deserved, she thought as she reached down and picked up the magazine he had dropped. She examined the pages of beautiful women and a mixture of disgust and curiosity filled her thoughts. They look so beautiful, she thought wistfully, longingly, her eyes misting over. Why was I born the ugly duckling? Anger rose in her again. Whores!, she scoffed and then threw the magazine into the garbage container on her cleaning cart. Then she began to work.

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Strangely, over the next few weeks, Ms. Quintada, stumbled upon several more sinful incidents concerning Mr. Esquibel’s visiting nephews. Prior to each sinful discovery, her stomach would knot up and she felt as if an unseen force was guiding her to the location of these sinful acts. Every time she arrived, she would find one of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews perpetrating some type of sin.

One day she found Andrew over eating in the sin of gluttony. Another incident, involved John, a stock market trader, who was screaming in his phone to his employees, about money and the virtues of greed. Lastly, Bartholomew, a married man, was caught in the small guest house with another woman and Ms. Quintada dealt with the situation. Regardless of the sin, Ms. Quintada, acted quickly by raising her voice, and physically forcing Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, and anyone involved, to pray and repent their sins. The worse the sin, the stronger the prayer.

The perpetrators, taken by surprise by Ms. Quintada’s actions, were so shocked and intimidated by her that their thoughts and worries, were focused more on her as they said the prayers she demanded to hear. After each incident, Ms. Quintada became more confident and self righteous. This is right! She thought to herself, I must save them and bring them closer to God’s grace!

After a busy day of work and two more punishments meted out to Mr. Esquibel’s grown nephews, Ms. Quintada retired to her room to relax.

She walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water to enjoy a nice evening soaking in a warm bath. As she passed the mirror, she noticed a slight change to her appearance. At 49 years of age, Ms. Quintada had never been an attractive woman. She had a unattractive face marred by a few unsightly moles, thin lips, age lines, thick, black framed glasses, and a permanent dour expression. The one thing she loved was her luxurious, thick, black hair which had become increasingly spotted with silver as she entered her late 30’s and early 40’s.

She frowned as she looked at herself. Still the same old me, she thought to herself in the mirror. When she was younger, she had possessed a trimmer body for her 5’3 tall frame and perky breasts but had never managed to “find the right one” because of her fierce religiosity, poor social standing, and somewhat unattractive face. Over the years, and through bouts of depressions, her body had become padded with a layer of fat around her mid-section, butt, hips, and under her arms. Her breasts, she knew, at the age of 49, had begun to sag. Sighing she took off her robe and stood naked in front of the mirror. What she saw surprised her.

Is my stomach smaller? she thought as she posed in the mirror, turning slowly. My butt and arms look a little firmer too, she thought as she flexed a small bicep. “Is the strength that I asked God for?” she gasped, suddenly remembering her drug induced dream. As she did, a small swell of hope grew in her chest. “I swear to God if it is, I will do everything to save Mr. Esquibel’s family and get them to heaven!”

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Over the next month, Ms. Quintada became more aggressive and fervent in stopping sin. She came to realize that the uneasy feelings she once felt were a sixth sense which focused on acts of sin emanating in the household. Feeling self righteous, she searched out the offenders and used her new strength to intimidate them into prayer for their trespasses. At the end of each prayer session, she felt invigorated. She could feel new energy flowing through her and she was excited to be doing God’s work.

Every morning, she would examine herself in the mirror and witness new changes to her body. As such, she felt compelled to wear longer and longer garments to hide her rapidly changing figure. I must not let them lust, she thought. I must be pure. Stripping down in front of the mirror, she saw that her stomach was now flat. Running her eyes over her body she saw that her buttocks had begun to take on a toned shape. Looking upward, her green eyes focused on the small of her back which was now tapered and free of excess fat. Slowly, she placed a hand there and began to move it downward, tracing the smooth curve of her buttocks, down to her increasingly toned thighs, and further to the small bulges of her emerging calve muscles. Moving back up, she straightened her arm, fingers splayed open and palm facing downward, and did a small triceps flex. A small dimple in her triceps appeared. I look like I’m 35 again. It’s a miracle! she thought. I feel so sexy, she mentally purred, And powerful! Her hands ran over her toned arms as guilt rose within her causing her to slouch slightly and frown in the mirror. I must not think like that. I will not sin.

She prayed.

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At the end of the month, Mr. Esquibel returned from his trip. That night he planned a large dinner with twenty or so friends and his visiting family to discuss his recent trip. As he spoke he looked haggard and tired. In his weariness he didn’t seem to notice Ms. Quintada as she served another exquisite meal. As he spoke about his trip his nephews and guests asked him questions.

Poor devil, she thought, he’s such an attractive man. I know he’s lonely. He could use someone in his life. I could be that person. Why doesn’t he notice me? She watched him speak and focused on the features of his handsome, yet solemn face. As she did she began to fantasize, thoughts of sex fluttering through her mind. I long to be a with a man! her thoughts demanded. Notice me. Notice me… she thought seductively, her right hand was unconsciously, and slowly, moving down under the table to touch herself. Her thighs were scissoring, lightly rubbing against each other. Her face was becoming warm. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped herself, and inwardly chided, I must not think those thoughts! They are impure! Her hand returned to the table and she looked down, focusing on her food.

As she fought to compose herself, she looked upward and felt the attention of James who focused on her in between bits of conversation. With her face still flushed with warmth, her newly developed sixth sense turned on and she felt her body tingle. He was staring at her! Why was he staring at her! She looked downward at her food again and as she did she could hear a small voice whisper in the back of her mind. At first it was inaudible but it became louder and as it did so it identified the nature of James’ fascination with her.

Lust…, the voice whispered.

Lust? He’s attracted to me? No! As the thought entered her mind, she felt a small tingle of energy flow into her, threatening to bring her to arousal. Lust.. Lust.. LUST, the voice whispered. Not able to take any more, she stood up quickly and bumped the table, causing her plate and glass to rattle jarringly.

“Ms. Quintada are you feeling okay?” Mr. Esquibel asked calmly and dispassionately, his brown eyes boring into her.

“I’m fine sir,” she said uncertainly. “I just remembered that I… left the stove on.” Out of the corner or her vision, she saw James’ eyes fall upon her small chest. His eyes glazed over and he licked his dry lips. The words LUST… LUST… LUST.. continued to whisper loudly in in Ms. Quintada’s mind. Her arousal grew. “I must take care of it,” she said, grabbing her plate, silverware, and glass to take with her.

Struggling to move quickly out of the room, she tripped over her chair and her plate and glass fell out of her hands and onto the floor. She blushed and bent over, not realizing that her heavy skirt was clinging to the increasingly sexy curvature of her hips. As she stood up again, a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead and she could feel the eyes of Mr. Esquibel’s other guests focus upon her as she made her way around the room. Watching from the corner of her eyes, she could see their eyes dart vaguely to her hips in short appraisal. NO! I‘m trying to hide my body! she thought, I will not perpetuate sin!

From deep inside, her subconscious whispered to her, Let them look upon you. This is what you want, the voice said seductively. You want them to desire you. You NEED it.

As it spoke, she felt several new tingles of energy lock onto her, making her more aroused. As her thighs moved past each other while she strode through the room, the warmth of their friction traveled up her legs and to her erogenous zone which was becoming hypersensitive, causing waves of pleasure to race to her brain.

My body is on fire! she thought. With it more voices whispered LUST in her head mere seconds after the thought. It was almost as if the men around the table, with the exception of Mr. Esquibel and Philip, had become drawn to her when she focused on her inner desires. It was as if they had heard her inner desires and were responding to her thoughts.

Absurd! she thought. Her subconscious voice spoke to her, almost seductively, Is it? She looked around the room one last time, her hands shaking slightly as she struggled to maintain control. Several eyes were still locked onto her. She stumbled through the swaying door leading to the kitchen and out of the room.

“Where were we?…” Mr. Esquibel said.

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Making her way upstairs, Ms. Quintada could feel strings of energy flow into her as she laid down on her bed and stripped off her clothes. Her hands began to wonder over her supercharged body. The slightest breeze sent tingles of pleasure throughout her body.

Touching herself gently, she ran her hand over her bronzing skin, beginning first at her neck and then moving slowly downward over her smooth, yet small, breasts. She cupped them momentarily, and felt her nipples grow with arousal. “Ahhh… so good! Mmmmmm….” she moaned and then ran her hands down and across her now smoother and flatter stomach. As her hands moved downward, the more sensitive her body became causing her to glisten with a slight sheen of sweat. “Ohhh wooow..” she panted, “thisis.. incredible. I have so much energy!” she cried out pleasantly as her hands finally reached down to stimulate herself.

As her fingers worked downward she could feel a slight pulsation which matched her heartbeat as blood flowed to there due to her aroused state. She could feel waves of sensitivity rush through her body to the pleasure centers of her brain and she moved her fingers further downward. Finally, she found her clitoris, dripping wet with moisture. When she touched it, she cried out in shock and in increasing pleasure, “Is it larger? I’ve never been this aroused before…”

Fighting the sensations, she fought to regain control. Must… not. It‘s a sin, she thought as a wave of energy rolled over. “Mmmmph! Oh my goodness!” she moaned as her fingers worked harder on the glans clitoris. She bent the knee of one leg, her hand still rubbing herself gently as she writhed and undulated over the bed. With each movement of her fingers and hands, energy flowed into her. “That feels so…” she panted again rubbing faster, “So…IEEEEEEEEE!!…” she screamed in pleasure as she was brought to orgasm.

Then she fainted.

The words LUST whispered in her mind as she blacked out.

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Over the next week, she noticed people around town staring at her as she went about her daily tasks. Men would look at her as she walked by, looking at her body but avoiding her face. Each night, Ms. Quintada would review herself in the mirror to see how her body was transforming. As she stood in front of the large mirror, in a long night gown, she could see newly defined shoulders and arms outlined by small striations of muscle. Her breasts, slightly larger, had tightened up and a small striations of muscle definition had begun to show slightly at her cleavage point. Turning to the right, she lifted her leg, balancing on the other foot, and bent the knee of the raised leg as she ran her hand over her tight buttocks. She puckered her lips seductively in the mirror, noticing that they had become slightly fuller along with the increasingly smoother contours of her face. She then lowered her leg and lifted the night skirt to reveal defined quads. They looked fantastic in the golden hues of the soft light. Smiling again, she stood on her tiptoes, first flexing her calves and then flexing her toned thigh. She saw the muscles bunch up as she twitched them slightly.

I look fantastic. I’m so sexy, she thought. No! This is sin! I’m a temptress! and then she frowned and looked into her luminous green eyes. “I need a new wardrobe. I must hide my changes.”

Turning away from the mirror, she could feel the slight whispers in her mind which were running constantly now. She had learned that the whispers identified the various types of sin which people were committing. Over the last week, she could sense sin from greater and greater distances from those people she knew.

She knew when they blasphemed, when they had adulterous thoughts or actions, or when they pleasured themselves in an improper manner. A few times, she had even confronted a few of the people in the village. Each time she did, she forced them to pray. Unknowingly, they focused more on her and calming her wrath than on the prayers themselves. The sin continued which aggravated Ms. Quintada to no end. It’s almost like they enjoy sinning, she thought.

As she was getting ready to sleep, she felt an old uneasiness in her stomach related to Andrew, Mr. Esquibel’s third nephew who was an accountant for the pharmaceutical company. He was working late tonight at his office across town but she could feel sin closing in on him. Ms. Quintada, alarmed, pulled on some clothes and hopped in the car to his office. When she pulled up she waited for a few minutes outside his office and then got out,hiding herself in the shadows of a nearby alley as a woman appeared.

A prostitute?! She thought as she saw the attractive woman walk up to security phone and call Andrew’s name. This will not stand! She thought as she walked quickly over to the woman and tapped on the shoulder.

"You will NOT do this to Andrew!” She said looking angry at the prostitute.

"I do not know what you are talking about you ugly bitch. Who are y…" . She was silenced as Ms. Quintada grabbed her arm and squeezed. She screamed into the empty streets, “Help me! She’s hurting me!“ as Ms. Quintada’s strong hand squeezed harder.

"If you scream again I will punish you, do you hear me?” she whispered forcefully with her increasingly strong grip, pushing the young woman down to her knees. When the woman was on her knees, Ms. Quintada bent down and whispered again into the woman’s ear, “You will repent for your actions. You are a whore and you have broken hundreds of families and impacted thousands of lives through your adulterous actions. Now pray. Repent for your sins and of those who participated in your unions.”

The woman looked up, fearful tears in her eyes, and looked at Ms. Quintada as she prayed. Ms. Quintada, lost in the prostitutes eyes, felt a rush of adrenaline and the familiar tingles of energy flowing into her. Doing God’s work has never been more rewarding! her mind echoed. I’m changing lives!

When the woman was done, Ms. Quintada released her iron like grip and let her climb to her feet. Tears were streaming down the woman‘s face. "If you tell anyone about this, I, and the power of Heaven will find you. Now go. Every time you pray, remember this moment." Looking at Ms. Quintada one last time, the woman sprinted away. Ms Quintada laughed as the woman was lost in the darkness of the quiet streets.

Turning, her job now done, Ms. Quintada began to walk back to her car. Feeling invigorated, she decided to cut through a dark alleyway as a short cut. As she got halfway through, a tall figure emerged in front of her. The figure, which appeared to be a 6’4 man, was dressed in a long, dark trench coat. In the shadows, his skin appeared to be a pale, pale, white. His face, looked scarred and tired with sorrow. His forehead, adorned was stress lines, was topped with white hair. However, it was his eyes which caused Ms. Quintada to gasp in alarm. They were pure white.

Seconds, which seemed like years passed. Finally the man spoke in a whisper, the voice of thousands speaking at once. “Ms. Quintada, I bring you a warning.”

“A warning?” she cringed.

“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe. The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to act upon the hearts of men and influence the world. You have been chosen. You have been given the keys to the heavenly kingdom to further his will, yet you are walking a dark path”

“What are you talking about?!” she cried. “Who are you?!”

“I serve the Heavenly host…” he looked down at her.

“Are you an angel?” she asked. He nodded.

She looked at the being’s face. He doesn’t look like an Angel, she thought. He actually looks demonic. He can’t be an angel. I know what an angel is. He must be a demon! she thought as her heart raced. “You’re a liar! You’re trying to mislead me from God’s path. I,” she pointed at herself, “Serve God. I will return them to heaven by God’s command. You be gone!” she screamed.

The man buckled at her command and fell to one knee. He looked up at her weakly, “You have been given free will to do either good or evil and the power you have been given cannot be taken once given. You must choose how you use the power and your faith. That is the law that the creator bound himself with at the hour of creation. It cannot be broken by his hand. Know this, you threaten the Kingdom. Choose wisely.”

“Be gone. Demon. I reject your presence,” she said forcefully. The man began to flicker in and out of existence and fell to both knees. Holding his chest in pain, he looked up, “Lord! She was the wrong choice… the wrong choice!”

“BE GONE DEMON! I REJECT YOU!” she screamed, righteous fury and anger strengthening her command. The being thrashed on the ground and lifted his hands to his ears and screamed an unholy howl before elemental forces tore him to shreds in a fury of light. His molecules exploded.

Ms. Quintada stood, her heart racing. It was a demon! A demon! I am doing God’s work. I have no doubt of it now. I will not be deterred!

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When she arrived back home later that night, she headed toward her room. On the way up, she walked past Mr. Esquibel’s room and could hear him breathing gently in his sleep. As she moved, she could feel every curve and every movement of her new body. She could feel her taut arms and thighs glide over the thick concealing fabric of her clothing.

Stopping in the hallway, she looked down at her hand and forearm and flexed, staring at the hypnotic quality of the swelling muscle. Her body was a force, a force to perpetuate the holy word of God. I destroyed a demon tonight, she mused, This body is proof of God’s faith in me. Standing there, she could hear Mr. Esquibel’s gentle breathing. She decided to quietly check on him.

Tiptoeing, she could feel her new calve muscles bunch and flex as she moved into the room with a catlike grace and stealth. Approaching the bed, she looked down at Mr. Esquibel, smiled, and then sat down gently on the side of the bed, readjusting her long black skirt as she did so. As she relaxed her posture, she could feel part of her bland, black, blouse rip across her muscular back. She rolled her eyes and sighed. Damn! That was my last blouse. After a quick appraisal, she then looked down at the sleeping face of Mr. Esquibel.

“Someday.. someday, you’ll love me,” she sniffed, a heartfelt tear welling in her eye. “Someday you’ll worship me and desire me the way I deserve, the way I‘ve always wanted,” she whispered. Then, wiping a tear from eye, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. He moaned quietly in his sleep, a hint of longing in the sound. She smiled down at his sleeping form and then she left.

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The next morning, she sat in the sun room reading a newspaper. Mr. Esquibel had left before dawn on another four month trip. As she read, she could feel the whispers of sin growing around her but she was learning control. She felt a new sensation at that moment. An animalist drive to urinate and then a shameful, formless, primal thought of shame. Did I just sense the dog urinate? She got up to investigate and the dog looked at her in shame. A wet spot was present on the kitchen tiles. My powers are growing! I can feel shame in animals! She looked at the dog in judgment, and it fled.

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She continued to enforce her will every time she detected sin. She made sure that the offenders said their mandatory prayers. The offenders focused on her as they prayed, staring deeply into her green eyes, only to repeat the same sin a few hours later as if it had never happened. For Ms. Quintada, it would anger her righteous fury into action. She began leaving instructions that they should pray every time they sinned or even thought that they had. She told them that if they failed to do so, she would return. More and more people, afraid of being confronted by Ms. Quintada, began to offer up prayers. Every one them thought of Ms. Quintada returning to mete out punishment if they didn’t abide.

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One afternoon, as she was cleaning the mansion, she felt this tremendous energy flow throw her and her body began to twitch in pain as she doubled over. “Lord! What’s happening to m.. ma…meee….” she cried only to stop when a wave of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly her body started to grow and she could feel muscle begin to bubble and then bulge as she increased in height from 5’3 to 5’4. “Oh my Lord! Yes! Yessss!“ she moaned as she grew. “Reward me! Let me grow mooorrrrrreeeeeee!!!!"

Within minutes of intense prayers, she had gained five pounds of muscle, giving her body an increasingly sexual allure. “That was wonnnnderrrful” she purred. She flexed her body in a lazy stretch and then went to the nearest mirror. I look fantastic. My skin is glowing a healthy bronze, she thought excitedly and then noticed that her clothes now no longer fit her comfortably. This means I need new clothes. She sighed, Again.

She drove into town to buy clothes from the place where she had bought her concealing blouses and skirts. Getting out of her car, she walked along the busy streets in front of the various shop faces which adorned the boulevard. As she walked, she began to notice the various women who were walking around in high heels, tight skirts, and tight blouses in the Brazilian heat.

How can they parade around like that?, she thought in disgust. You could be like that, her subconscious said, You could be desired and wanted. Think of what you could have. Think of Mr. Esquibel, it tempted her. Why not?

Unconsciously, and suddenly she stopped in front of a fashionable clothing store. She stared at the seductive clothing items on display in the window. Perhaps something shorter on the thigh? she mused wickedly as she stepped into the store.

“Hi can I help you?” a young, blonde, and athletic, twenty something woman asked. She had beautiful blue eyes, and a firm and toned body which screamed I can get anyone I want, losers need not apply! The young woman paused when she looked at Ms. Quintada’s baggy and bland clothing and sneered slightly. Her eyes possessed a contempt for Ms. Quintada which said, Look at this old broad. You have got be kidding me!

Ms. Quintada smiled. “Why yes, I’d like to buy something new.”

The young woman looked at Ms. Quintada appraisingly and said, “Follow Me.” The young woman then made her way over to a rack of clothes designed for slightly older people.

Ms. Quintada laughed gently. “Uh, I was thinking that maybe I could try something on more like that,” she said pointing at the more sexy wares, “Yes. Definitely that.”

The woman snickered outwardly. “Sure. Okay. Whatever. The dressing rooms are in the back. Try on whatever you’d like.”

“Thanks, but these will be all that I’ll require,” she said picking up a black, body hugging, mid thigh length skirt, black stalking, a long sleeved, button up, black blouse, and a pair of black pumps. “Be back in a few.” she said as she turned her back on the young woman.

Standing in the room, she took off her heavy garments and slowly put the new ones on. Rolling the black pantyhose up her thigh, she marveled at how nicely the darker hose shaded her skin. Extending her leg out, she slowly rotated her leg and loved how the darker tones gave her muscular thighs the appearance of higher peaks and deeper valleys. Standing up, she slipped her feet into the black pumps and her calves flexed seductively. Taken all together, the combination of the mid-thigh length skirt, black blouse, and pumps gave her the sexiest pair of legs within a hundred miles of Rio De Janeiro, a city known for beautiful Brazilian women. Breaking a small piece of wood off the wooden hanger, she collected her luxurious black hair on top of her head in a sexy bun. While her face was still in the process of reaping God’s rewards through younger skin, fewer blemishes, and sexier lips, hair thick black rimmed glasses gave her an added touch that screamed “sexy librarian.” She puckered her lips in the mirror.

I LIKE this, she thought and then sighed. Alas, I have a duty to God, she frowned.

Screw it!, her mind said, Live a little. You can have both. Embrace it. Let yourself be desired, loved, and beautiful. She moaned at the thought. It was then at that moment that she decided that she no longer cared. Even though at times she felt guilty for her potential to cause others to sin, she was becoming indifferent. After all, she wasn‘t the one sinning, she reasoned, they were. She had always longed to be adored, had always longed to be beautiful. So what if a sexy body fed sin? Sin could be dealt with through prayer. After all, she thought greedily, their prayers brought them closer to God. God rewards her with her changing body, this sexiness, this STRENGTH that she had prayed for.

And I LIKE it, she thought deviously.

That strength was on display now. She knew she was different. She was evolving. Changing, and with that change and evolution, Ms. Quintada decided to use her first name. Esmerelda, named for the glowing emerald eyes she possessed, the eyes which her parents named her for. With her changes, they were more radiant than ever. She felt reborn.

She stepped out of the dressing room and called out to the young woman. “Ms! Ms! I need these items in some larger.. um… sizes.”

“Just one minute Ma’am. I’m on the phone,” the younger woman said, one hand on the speaker of the phone as she responded to Esmerelda. I’ll bet you need some larger sizes. Old hag, she thought. “Yes. Uh hum. We have that item. Sure I can hold it for you. Just come on in. You have a good day too. Goodbye.” She hung up the phone, and turned around with her eyes closed, breathing slowly. She let her head slump forward and then opened her eyes.

When she opened them, she saw a black pump in her field of vision and a shapely foot adorning it. She could see the definition of a woman’s Achilles tendon and the muscles which flared outward above it as her eyes moved slowly upward to the calve muscle’s soleus. While she stared, the woman in front of her shifted slightly and the calve muscle bunched up and created a muscular indentation, which was overhung by a meaty muscle. Moving her eyes higher, the store clerk’s gaze moved upward past toned quads and hamstrings which became concealed by the mid-thigh length skirt. The skirt clung snugly to perfectly shipped hips which tapered to a tight waist until the skirt was lost by the lose fitting blouse. Continuing upward, the clerk saw small mounds of cleavage from the partly unbuttoned blouse which gave her an incredible view of firm breasts supported by muscle tone. Then she saw the face of the woman she once snickered at.

“Hello again,” Esmerelda smiled, “I like these. Do you also have some in larger sizes?” she said, turning slightly in appraisal.

The young woman was lost for words. “I uh… I… have some more in the back.” Her eyes appraised Esmerelda again quickly and blood rushed up to her cheeks.

Esmerelda began to hear whispers repeat in her mind. ENVY… ENVY… ENVY… With the whispers, Esmerelda felt the familiar tingle of energy flow into her and her heart began to race. This woman is sinning, she thought. I must enforce God’s will.

Esmerelda smiled, “They’re in the back? Mind if I take a look with you? We’ve got some things to discuss about the power of prayer.”

Watch out sinners. Esmerelda is coming.

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As Esmerelda slept, she increasingly found her nights full of erotic dreams. Tonight, in her dream, she could hears whispers of committed sins and the silent prayers of people she had once encountered. As they did so in her dream, she would scream out in ecstasy and pleasure which was so intense that she was forced out of her sleep.

Breathing heavily, her body sheathed in sweat, she propping herself up in bed. She looked down at her naked form and saw her that her erect nipples glistened with a small droplet of sweat which shown in the moonlight. She was also moist. They’re continuing to pray, and the more they pray, the more strength God gives me. The faster the changes and his reward come, she thought. And I’ve grown again, she smiled as she ran her hands over her sleek muscles. Unable to sleep, and out of habit and fascination, she put on her nightgown and then went to stand before her bathroom mirror.

Turning slowly in the mirror, she noticed that her muscles had grown slightly larger in her sleep. She began to flex and as the blood rushed into her fitness sized arms, they began to occupy the extra space of the night gown's sleeves. Wonderful! she thought ecstatically, Grow for me! She opened up the gown and saw small liner divisions in her abdomen that were the beginnings of a six-pack. Her breasts were firm and had grown another cup size over the last month. Deeper lines of muscle could be seen on her upper chest, which had uplifted her once sagging mammaries. If this continues, I won’t have to wear a bra anymore, she mused. Then she touched her glans clitoris again and a small exasperated sigh escaping from her lips as she did so. It’s a little larger and more sensitive now. How much more will I change?

She giggled and then began making various faces in the mirror. The blemishes on her face were fading and her hair was now completely untouched by silver. It was thick and dark she noticed as she ran her strong fingers through it.

She smiled as she flexed and hummed a James Blunt tune, supplementing her own lyrics. "These are my legs, they are large and strong, they are beautiful, they’re beautiful, they’re beautiful it’s true ..."

Suddenly she stopped. She could feel sin. It was close by. She turned and looked behind her. She saw a face eying her from the slightly ajar door. As with other times when she felt sin, her self righteous feelings welled within her. "You perv!" she yelled as she nearly tore the door handle off and grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. It was Peter, Mr. Esquibel‘s 35 year old nephew. His night pajamas were bulging at the crotch.

She softened her grip. “You LUST after me?! You are engaged! You will pray three-hundred Hail Mary's now!” She forced Peter to the floor. “LOOK AT ME WHEN YOU DO IT!”

He looked in her eyes, and uttered the prayer. “Good,” Esmerelda said, “continue.”

Ms. Quintada, his former housekeeper, now Esmerelda the hand of God, could feel her holy body, becoming increasingly powerful. She felt the feverish energy as he prayed. She could feel his lust and arousal funnel into the prayer and thus into her.

I want more. More. MORE!!! she thought feverishly.

Their prayers for forgiveness gave her more power and strength. As it did, her mind slowly expanded as a new reasoning and purpose dawned on her. This was her true mission on Earth. Through faith and miracles she understood that she was now made to confront sin. I am important, she thought. I’m more than a tool of God’s will. I may be the most important person in 2,000 years! I am a Prophet. A new messiah!

Her heart was pounding as Peter‘s continued prayers had become a dull noise in the background. Closing her eyes, she opened her mind and she could sense the energy and direction of Peter’s prayers. She could feel his concentration as he kneeled before her and she noticed how hard he was working to stay focused on his prayer rather than on the thigh muscles of his housekeeper.

Yesss, Peter, she thought to herself, I am beautiful. She flexed her thigh muscle which contracted upward creating a small valley of shadowed muscle. As she did so, she could hear Peter’s voice crack slightly and she saw small glimmers of sweat condense on his forehead.

Esmerelda smiled and then, emboldened in her purpose, forcefully told Peter to continue his prayers before leaving to wake up the six other member’s of Mr. Esquibel’s family. They have sinned. They must repent. They must do it now. I must lead the way.

One by one, she went into each of their rooms. Using her tremendous strength, which was growing steadily from Peter’s focus, she woke each of them and forcefully drug them downstairs. Commanding each of them to kneel and forcing those who disobeyed. She looked at them. “You will pray! 600 hundred prayers for your sins! Now!”

“What are you doing?! Pray at this time of night? Ms. Quintada what’s happened to you? Have you gone crazy? We haven’t done anything!” Philip said.

Esmerelda sat for a moment, thinking about his words. Out of all of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews, Philip had remained the most religiously devout and had not been exposed to Esmerelda’s intrusions.

I’ll change that, she thought as her zeal overcame her.

Esmerelda stood over Philip, her foot in front of his face, her calve muscles protruding outwardly, “What about lust? I know you lust Philip,” she said.

“I….I…” he stammered, “I’m not like my brothers. I’m married and my wife is…”

“Really Philip?," she cut him off. "You’ve always been a good boy but surely you’ve sinned?” She said, brushing her hands up her thighs and the smooth contours of her body as she stretched sensuously. Reaching the top of her movement, her hands were extended overhead forcing her breasts outward. She held them there for a moment, smiling seductively. From Philip’s position he could see the definition of her triceps as her arms reached full extension.

“Everybody sins Philip,” she said sexily as she strode over to him kneeling on the floor. As she moved her shapely legs and calve muscles moved sensuously as she model walked across the floor. She smiled as she noticed how intense his eyes were fixed on her. “Oh Philly,” she pouted, her luscious lips puckered, “does your wife have a body like this?” she said flexing her bicep. “Here, touch my leg.”

He looked at her timidly, slowly raising his hand uncertainly.

“Go ahead Philly, it’s okay. Here, let me help you.” She reached down slowly to her skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing her fitness sized and shaped leg. She then bent one knee slightly and extended the other leg out with a ballet dancer’s grace. Her flexed calve muscle and thigh slowly began to highlight various muscles in the shadows. “Touch it..”

Philip's hand, now trembling, ran along her smooth skin and a moan escaped from his lips. “Oh my. Ms. Quintada...”

Instantly, as if on queue, she could feel Philip’s fascination with her leg and the familiar pulse of his growing sin as he looked upon her. The others, fascinated with her power, began to sin as well. She could hear whispers of LUST in the back of her mind which strengthened as Philip's sin joined the chorus. “Ahh, ah, ah, Philip,” she said with a playful voice, “you’re lusting. You must pray like the others.” She quickly pulled her leg back and let her skirt down again. “Do it! Now!”

As they prayed, she could feel their energy flow into her. She felt it run along her body. She could feel the small hairs of her arms raise and stand up as if touched by static electricity. For her muscles, it felt as if someone was massaging them as they twitched slowly. She felt her purpose. I will be a prophet! I will do God’s work his will! I will be more important than anyone!

As she stood, she ran her hands over her body and writhed in pleasure as she felt muscles grow slowly around her body. The higher the level of the prayer, the more powerful she became. With more power, the more her mind opened up and the better she could feel the sins around her.

Her mind wandered as she closed her eyes, the prayers of Mr. Esquibel’s nephews faded out. There! A man cheating on his wife. Sinner! There a woman doing the same. Sinner! She saw a man rob a convenience store. Sinner! A man cheated at a card game, smiling at his greed. Sinner! I can feel them! her mind cried, They must all repent!

Opening her dazzling green eyes, she flexed her left bicep. With her right hand she reached up and touched it. She could feel the smooth skin under her finger tips. She traced the pulsating vein, felt the hard peak, and she smiled. She looked down at her bicep, now the size of a baseball and it was good. She had also grown another 2 inches in height. She was now 5‘6.

Peter, still praying, was becoming nervous as he saw Ms. Quintada grow. It was surreal. He had to get away. He had to run away and stop feeding her. She’s growing! She’s not human and she’s becoming too powerful, he thought nervously, sweat gathering on his forehead through his lust, I have to get away!

As if she sensed his thoughts, Esmerelda walked toward him and grabbed him by the arm, the veins on top of her hands pulsating as her body continued to transform. Peter cried out in pain. “You can’t escape me! None of you can! Don’t you see what’s happening?” she whispered into his ear “I’m becoming God‘s sole messenger on Earth. I will ALWAYS be one step ahead of you and you will not escape my judgment. Now pray,” she laughed maniacally.

She walked over to a mirror and looked down at her leg. She saw her muscle ther grow, larger, more muscular, stronger. Yes! She moaned. “Aaaaaa….” she moaned as she ran her fingers downward to the growing area of moisture between her legs.

Suddenly she realized that James had stopped praying. She turned to him and he pleaded with her, telling her that he done his quota. FALSE WITNESS whispered in her mind. “Liar!” she said. “God knows! He knows that you’re a liar. I know that you’re a liar.”

“H..ha..howw?” James stammered

This is how sweet James, a voice whispered in the heads of everyone in the house, God has granted me powers to enforce Heaven's will. I have telepathy and I can see and hear everything that comes from you. You can not hide anything from me, or commit any sin. I am seeing into each one of you, and …my God! she gasped as a new realization dawned on her.

Flipping through their minds, Esmerelda could see every sin that that they had ever committed. And now they will pay for them. “I can hear your thoughts,” she said aloud. “From now on, you will all have daily quotas. You will pray four hours a day to pay for your sins.”

As they prayed before her, and her powers grew, she realized, for the first time, why and how her body was transforming. There was energy flowing directly into her, not from God as she had once believed. Directly into me?, she thought. The energy was not from God? As it flowed into her, her conversation with the angel resurfaced in her mind.

“God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue to be done in the Universe.” What does that mean? God requires the prayers of the faithful so that his will may continue? His power?, she questioned while other snippets arose in her mind.

“You hold the keys to his Kingdom. You have free will,” he had said. Keys? Free will?
she thought, He granted me the power to do his will against sinners and save them for HIS kingdom!

“The sins of unbelievers weaken his power to influence the hearts of man.” Power? Sin?

“You threaten his kingdom. Choose Wisely.” Choose wisely?

Suddenly it hit her. Power, Free Will, Faithful, Sins, and KINGDOM, she thought ecstatically, The power of God comes from the Faithful of his Kingdom. The faithful have free will and their sins erode the power of his kingdom. Take all that away, give someone else the keys to the Kingdom and.., she gasped and then looked down at those who were praying, smiled wickedly as she did so.

“Furthermore you will also have a NEW prayer.” She raised her hands, palms upward "Let us continue to grow within the mother, give her the wisdom, the power to punish those who sin." She then she said forcefully, meeting their gazes, “You will. each repeat it three hundred times every day.”

NOW, I will see true justice done.

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Over the next few days, the prayers generated new strength for Esmerelda. Now she could read minds of anyone close by and read their sins. Her face was becoming more beautiful and she displayed her body whenever she went out. Everyone knew that she had become a physically powerful woman. She was getting more stares everyday.

When her clothing could no longer sustain her growing form, she saw a local seamstress in the city. Esmerelda, finally decided that her body was worth worship and had the seamstress create an extravagant dress that hugged her body. The dress, simple black colored v-neck with long sleeves which covered her arms, exposed the large muscles which lied under her firm and large breasts and then slowly descended to her trim waist. Skin tight, the dress followed the curve of her tight body, over her smooth hips, and to her thighs and lower legs which were revealed by slit in the skirt to facilitate movement. Whenever Esmerelda moved, the dress exposed her thighs and the bulging muscles there. Yes, that’s right. Desire me. And after you have sinned, you will pray.

As she left, she could feel people’s stares upon her and their growing obsession. She thought to herself, What I have, they desire for themselves. I have the power and they secretly desire one such as I. But they are not humble enough. They are not worthy to be able to look upon such light. With that she began walking toward the church, the streets quiet and empty.

Rounding a corner, she saw three men approach her. They each had the same pale white skin, white hair, and trench coats that the “demon” had possessed. This should be interesting.

When they neared her, they appeared gaunt and sickly. Almost as if they were losing their famed powers. The leader raised his hand, and with the voice of thousands speaking as one he addressed her. “Esmerelda, you must stop this course of action. You were not meant for this power. You were supposed to use your heart for good to do the will of God. Not usurp it.”

She put her hands on her hips, with one hip cocked to the side. “I have given your God my faith my entire life, and in return I was left with nothing. I was unattractive, my parents were sickly and died, and I never did anything with my life. Where was he then?” she said defiantly.

“Surely you don’t mean that God was always wit…”

“Don’t tell me what I mean!” she screamed. “I’m going into that Church to talk to MY,” she laughed sexily, “yes, MY congregation about faith. Stop me if you can, but one way or the other, I,” she pointed at herself, "will become the master of all that there is. When I do, I won't abandon my subjects. They will desire their God and I will provide for them." She said as she folded her arms across each other, her large biceps straining the material of her dress.

The angel, looked weak as her words drained him. “We cannot stop you. This village has lost their faith and with it our power and God’s ability to work here has nearly vanished.” he said sadly. “Alas, the world has lost its faith which has impacted the Heavenly host’s powers.”

“Thank you for telling me that,” she smiled. “It will make my ascension….” her tongue licked her luscious lips sensuously and she flexed a bicep, tracing it's contours with long and shapely finger from other hand, “Easier. ..Now be gone!” she yelled only once. The beings screamed in terror and then burst from within with flickers of light.

She headed toward the Church.

When she arrived, the church was packed with people. Ever since she had started her Crusade, attendance had gone up. The irony was, is that when people came in the Church, they weren’t thinking of God, they were thinking of her. As she walked in, people stared at her. She smiled.

“As you know, I’m Ms. Quintada but you can all call me Esmerelda. If you can’t tell, I’ve gone through some…” she smirked, “changes recently which have been given to me by a.." she touched her lips with her fantastic sculpted index finger, now adorned nail polish colored a deep red, "Higher power shall we say.”

Everyone remained silent. Her body, now 6’ foot tall, was hypnotic. Strong muscles graced her every curve and her tight clothing drew attention to her large, shelf, like breasts. Her nipples could be seen pressing up against the fabric of her dress. She paused for effect, “I am here because you’re all sinners.”

The Padre raised his hands and yelled at her “Get out of here Esmerelda! This is a house of God and you’re disrupting his word!”

“His word? HIS word?!” she sneered. “What do you know of HIS word? HIS word is a lie. God is a woman!” Or at least she will be, she mused. “Many of you have felt her impact on your lives and know the truth!” Implanting the thought that God was woman would further erode their faith to HIM, she knew.

Meeting the eyes of the church goers she saw people, looking downward in shame as they remembered the prayers they made with Esmerelda as their unwitting focus. “And You!” she said pointing at the Padre, “were willing to have your flock go out and sin. You don’t possess the word of GOD. I do!”

“Get her out of here!” the Padre shouted as five men from the back row walked up behind Esmerelda to grab her. As the first one reached for her she read his thoughts and saw where he was going and she grabbed his arm. Pulling it past her, she struck his stomach, driving the air out of him. He collapsed as he sought to suck in the air he had lost.

“You don‘t!…” she threw the next person to the ground.

“Speak…” she backhanded the third guy, sending him flying.

“For…” She crouched quickly, threw out her right foot, and swept the footing out from under the person to her right. Rising quickly, she reached for the last attacker, grabbed his arm, and used her flaring biceps and her tremendous strength to bend his arm behind him. Holding the man, who was grunting in pain, she walked him up to the altar.

“GOD!” she yelled as she put her foot in the man’s back and shoved him flying toward the Padre.

“I DO!!” she screamed, turning to the congregation which was now frozen in fear. “You will all pray for your sins. Kneel!” she commanded.

A man, desperate to escape, ran toward the door. As he approached it the wooden latch slammed down as if moved by an unseen force. He turned back and looked at Esmerelda, her right arm extended. Her green eyes were glowing beneath her thick framed glasses. “Sit. All of you. I need more people praying for me. Repeat after me: "Let us continue to grow within the mother. God give her the wisdom, and the power to punish those who transgress HER word." The people began to pray…

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As the church service continued every Sunday, Esmerelda became a permanent fixture on the altar. As prayers were uttered, Esmerelda grew inch by inch every week. The process was always the same. As they prayed, she would stand on the alter and unashamedly absorb their energies as her muscles stretched and grew. Behind her, the church goers, silently uttering their prayers, could see her tailor-made dresses rip in a v-shape down her back as her lats expanded.. When she turned, they got a view of her legs as small tears in the fabric raced up her skirt as her hamstrings and quads grew. To the church goers, it sounded like a zipper opening.

Her back, now uncovered, rippled in oceans of giant muscles and her lat showed striations of thick, corded muscle. When her clothes ripped, a sigh of pleasure escaped from Esmerelda’s lips.

None of Esmerelda‘s garments lasted more than a week and the people of the church began to openly LUST after her. I’m not so foolish as the current God, she giggled inwardly, I will draw my power from both faith and sin. One will feed the other and feed me my power.

She looked out across the praying crowd. The men will lust after me and the women will be full of envy. Look upon me and see the power of God! her thoughts whispered in their minds.

She didn’t care. Sin fueled prayer. Prayer gave her purpose. She wanted them to know that she was different. She wanted them to know that she was unique. She had power and a body to go with it but she wanted so much more. She wanted to grab the power of the Kingdom of Heaven so that her subjects basked in the glory of HER universe.

Soon, she thought. Very soon.

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Over time, Esmerelda started to develop greater powers which she reveled in. Following the church service, frightened people would approach her with sick loved ones for healing and Esmerelda healed them all with a touch. Her only requirement was that they pray to her as a living saint/ prophet and spread her new faith to others. Her flock grew, and more people from the surrounding areas packed into the church, drawn by some powerful need to see her. It no longer mattered to them that it was no longer a Christian church. Pilgrimages to see Esmerelda were preached in the countryside and thousands came to seek her blessing.

Every Sunday, as her body transformed slowly to perfection, her mental powers also grew and her mind was blossoming with new abilities. ESP, telekinesis, immense intelligence, super hearing, and increased speed and reflexes, were now hers to command. No one could oppose her and her words became law in the village and surrounding countryside.

At her command, the old cross was taken down and a throne was placed at the head of the Church for Esmerelda’s use. She now commanded so many people that she no longer cared about using the trappings of traditional faith to cover her ambitions. Her followers would only focus on her and her alone. There is only me now, she thought.

During the masses, as the power and energy of thousands flowed into her, she felt a burning desire for more. I want to become all powerful.. she thought. I want to be supreme! I will have it but it's taking too long! Focused on that thought, she began to funnel the tremendous energies stored in her body and the energies from the praying congregation to slowly probe and hopefully break the barrier between mortal and immortal. As the congregation prayed, Esmerelda focused the energy in search of new weakness in the barrier. When she found them, she chipped away at them, bringing her closer and closer to what she desired. Everyday new abilities flowered in her mind as she could now begin to pierce into the quantum levels of creation. She felt that her ascension to omnipotence was near.

Her followers, enraptured, began to write new prayers under her guidance to further her ambitions. "We pray that the strength of our mother continues to grow to the infinite. We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know. "

She was now 6’6 and 230 pounds of muscle. She could now hear thoughts from miles and miles around and feel their sin. They lust after me, she thought, I am becoming a goddess to them. I am becoming a goddess in power myself but I must have MORE. This is not going fast enough! She thought, frustrated.

Esmerelda, looked into the mirror and saw her face. She was no longer ugly but beautiful. Flawless, ageless. Her long dark hair, glowing green eyes, full lips, and bronzed skin were flawless. She flexed her muscles in the mirror and could see the now near limitless power there. Her breasts, now FF’s were firm and inch long nipples shone through the fabric of her black dress. With a word she could drive anyone to sin. She could turn her pheromones on and off at a moment’s notice. But she needed MORE.

The next day she approached Padre Eurico. She could tell that he had pleasured himself to her image and she could feel the sin roll off of him. As she approached him, her glorious body, the depth of her breasts, and the striation of her muscles, sent him into a frenzy. LUST LUST LUST her mind whispered.

She smiled down at him. “Morning Padre. As you know, our congregation has grown as word spreads.” She said as she folded her arms, her huge biceps protruding through the fabric of her dress. “I want to go global. I want you to contact the media and set something up.”

“Yes, we can do that. We can set something up Esmerelda,” he said, transfixed by her green eyes as he looked up into them.

“Excellent,” she smiled. “Next Sunday then.”

“Yes Esmerelda,” he said in rapture, pleading silently for a reward.

“You may cum for me now Padre,” she whispered. Instantly, his body released his pent up sexual energy, causing him to moan as he fainted due the overflow of eroticism present in her simple command.

"Don't forget to pray Padre," she smiled, turning her back on form. She knew he would.

“All too easy,” she whispered as she walked out of the church.

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Esmerelda, left the church and walked home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate. While she did, people stared at in awe but none had approached her. A few days ago, Esmerelda had lost control during an intense energy filled transfer and her pheromones had driven everyone into a sexual frenzy for miles around. People, acting primal, trampled over themselves in their attempts to reach her. Sensing the pain and misery of those around her, she had to project herself into their minds to stop people and calm their sexual lust. Ever since then, she had radiated waves of calm from her super-evolved mind. In the end, they could look, but they couldn’t touch and their greed, lust, and envy, were funneled back into their prayers at night.

As she walked past a small coffee shop, she heard her name on the Television. She stopped. An American news outlet flashed her picture which the paparazzi had captured two days ago. After a short introduction, the news pundit went into a split screen featuring talking heads. Below them, a ticker ran under their conversation: Brazilian Priestess to Hold Televised Mass next Sunday… Religious groups around the world are criticizing the event…

Yes, she thought, give me free advertising.

The pundit, an older man in a well pressed suit asked, “Dr. Jannison, can you explain the growing numbers of people who are having dreams about this woman at night? Is this just some mass consciousness thing going on? I mean, clearly she’s a beautiful woman and all, but what’s the fascination? Can you tell me?”

Dr. Jannison, dressed in a red blazer, was an attractive blonde haired woman with deep blue eyes. “Well Will, you partly answered the question. First off, Ms. Quintada is a celebrity in the southern hemisphere. She’s had a profound affect on the way people down there view faith and religious worship. As you can see from these photos, she’s also a very attractive woman who has broken the Hollywood “waif” barrier of physical attractiveness..."

Will O’Ridley interrupted her, “Yeah, yeah we see that doctor. She’s very powerfully built and women around the world have begun to lift weights to emulate her look. Get to the dream part.”

Dr. Jannison smiled, “Well, that’s part of the effect Will. Since she has become an icon, she has also become the subject of people's projected fantasies on an unconscious level. This unconscious level is exacerbated when people gather around the proverbial "water cooler" the next day to talk about a wild dream they had involving her. When the other people hear the story, see the photographs, and read the news about her, they begin to unconsciously think about her and this influences their dreams. They then dream, and pass their experiences onto the next person and so on, and so on. To put it simply, it’s a heard mentality playing out on a conscious and unconscious level. Of course, we’ve never seen it on this level focused solely on one person.”

Esmerelda smiled and muttered quietly, “If only you truly knew. As I continue to change, you’d be surprised how much influence I have over reality,” she giggled.

Will balked at her, “Come on Doctor Jannison, that’s absurd for them to dream of her to the erotic extent that they do.”

Dr. Jannison smiled, “Is it? What about you Mr. O’Ridley? Have you ever dreamt of her?”

He swallowed visibly, his face was red. “Well.. uh.. .Doctor.. I... oh look, we must go to a commercial break. Thanks for coming on the show.”

Esmerelda smiled as they went to a commercial and then used her mind to change the channel again. The channel went to another station of talking heads.

This time the ticker read “Religious Groups Rally to Protest Brazilian Priestess’ Televised Event next Sunday. Spokesman of the various Churches have been unable to rally numbers en masse…”

Another pundit, this one a man in his early 50’s and sporting grey hair and coffee house reading glasses was surrounded by a round table of religious representatives from various faiths. He turned to one of the representatives and asked, “What do you think about this Brazilian Priestess’ church? She has clearly gathered a very large following but her followers closely monitor and restrict the information about the service itself. Knowing that, do you really believe that this new Church is a threat to established faith?” he giggled, “Should I put her on my worst person in the world list?”

A heavyset man, wearing a Reverend’s collar answered, “No need for that Mr. Olderman. I think it’s pure idolatry and hype. As you said, we know virtually nothing about this service. The people in the surrounding area have kept it a closely guarded secret. That concerns us, we’ve all,” he waved his hand to the circle of other religious leaders, “tried sending people there to discover the story. They either faint with no recollection of events only to end up back in their hotel rooms unharmed, or they come back changed people, brainwashed. Do I think this church represents a challenge to our Faith in the long run? No, I don’t.I think it will be exposed. Are the followers of this new church dangerous? Yes. Very dangerous.”

Mr. Olderman responded, “Well, I don’t think she’s as dangerous as you all say and I really doubt that her popularity surpasses the President’s. I mean after all, our President is absolutely fantastic. I along with Mr. Chris Mayhews get a tingle running down my leg every time I see him. A lot of people find him very attractive and I can’t imagine anyone not listening to him and his voice and…” he stopped, his eyes glazed over, as he realized he was rambling a bit too affectionately about the leader of the free world and getting off topic. The others at the table, and those at home, looked at him quizzically, confusion marring their expressions. He blushed.

“Uh… my apologies. And what do you think of Obam...er.. Ms. Quintada or Esmerelda as she calls herself? She’s clearly an attractive woman,” he added jokingly.

Are you serious? Esmerelda thought. That newscaster has an unhealthy fixation, a mancrush, on his political leader. What a douche! she laughed.

The Reverend’s face went red, “Well uh.. I’m a married man and a man from God’s true Church. I would never ever succumb to sinning or fantasizing, especially about a woman like Ms. Quintada. The good book says Thou shall not covet…”

Esmerelda laughed. “We shall see about that.” She then closed her eyes and reached out her mind and focused in on the studio 5,000 miles away. Her mind raced across time and space in an instant and through the studio, zipping through halls, over keyboards and computers until it found the large television screen situated behind Mr. Olderman’s guests.

There was a flicker of light and the Reverend stopped his monologue. “What was that?” he said as the men turned and looked around the room, their gaze stopping at an image of Esmerelda stretching luxuriously in her bed. Her arms were above her stretched above her. Her dark hair was free and splayed wildly in dark halo around her head on the dark red bedsheets. She had one leg straight, the muscles of her calves and quads flexed while her other knee was bent upward.

“As I said I would never lust after anoth… uh… Oh Wow..,” he said softly transfixed at the image. “She’s so beautiful. So...so.. Sexy.” Sweat gathered on his forehead and he reached up a hand to loosen his Reverend’s collar. “It’s almost like I can hear her calling to me as if she wants me to..” he said absently. His hands reached downward beneath the table as the microphones picked up the sound of a zipper. He, and the others started to moan.

BEEEEEEEEP….. A noise flashed across the screen followed by a network logo. “We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please standby.”

Esmerelda laughed as she left the coffee house.

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When Esmerelda came home to Mr. Esquibel’s estate, the familiar scents of his grounds awoke something in her. She realized that, after all of this time, in all of her life, she had never been with a man sexually. She pondered this problem. Why do I need this? her subconscious responded, If you’re to become a goddess who will sit in judgment, you must understand the sins that comes with the pleasure of the flesh. You must experience it while still mortal.

She looked down at her body. Since garnering her glorious power and irresistible body, Esmerelda had experienced a sexual awakening. Up till now, her awakening was limited to her erotic dreams and growth during church service and prayers. However, even with all of the pleasure of growing she had experienced recently, she still possessed a sexual energy, dammed up for years, that demanded she take a lover to bed. It begged for release even as it flowed into her new body and muscles.

As she thought about it, she unconsciously began to reach down to pleasure herself when she stopped. What am I doing. I can have anyone! she thought. I have the energy of a sexual goddess at my command, and the body to go with it. I MUST have sex! she cried.

Her thoughts flew to Mr. Esquibel who was away. She had always been attracted to the man and she wanted him desperately. It’s a sin, she thought. Oh but what fun. She looked at the calendar. Mr. Esquibel would be home today.

That night, Mr. Esquibel, only 47 years of age, slim, fit, and dark haired, arrived to an empty house. “Man it’s hot in here,” he said to himself as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “Where is everyone? Anyone home?” he said to silence. Strange, he thought, and then proceeded upstairs with his luggage. When he entered his darkened bedroom he saw a tall, curvy, shadow in the corner. It startled him.

“Hello Mr. Esquibel,” a sexy voice dripping with femininity and power whispered, sending shivers up his spine, “Welcome home.”

“Who are y….” he was cut off as he was lifted into the air by an invisible force and floated over toward the shadow and into Esmerelda’s waiting arms.

Why, it’s me Mr. Esquibel. Ms. Quintada. He heard in his mind as she reached down with her strong hands and tore off his shirt. Her pheromones oozed off of her and she gave him the full brunt of it. She kissed him. Her tongue and lips moving seductively.

He responded instantly. His member rose and his body was flushed with heat in the already muggy night. She disengaged from the kiss and used her power to float him toward the bed. “Wha.. Are you doing?”

Relax. You are mine. He heard in his mind again and saw two flashes of green glow in her eyes. He landed softly on the bed.

I have always loved you Mr. Esquibel. Tonight I will you take to a place beyond your wildest imagination, she thought as she walked toward his form on the bed. He looked up at her glowing green eyes and felt a small tug on his belt. He looked down and saw his belt and zipper undo themselves, moving by an invisible force. He looked up at Esmerelda in fear. “How…”

“Shhhh,” she said bringing a sensuous finger to her lips. She bent down, her long dark hair falling over her shoulders, as she moved her mouth downward to his erect member. She looked into Mr. Esquibel’s eyes, smiled, and then puckered her lips slightly to blow softly on his member. Has she did, he squirmed in pleasure has he realized that she had increased the number nerve endings, making him more sensitive.

She smiled at his response, stood up again turned around, and then flexed her muscles, causing her dress to rip to shreds. From her head to her toes, her tight body glistened in the moonlit shadows. Rivulets of sweet ran slowly down sculpted traps. Turning back around, Mr. Esquibel could see glistening sparkles of sweat run on her smooth breasts, now protruding from her body and made perfectly firm by the slats of pectoral muscle laying underneath. Her midriff and stomach also glistened as tiny rivulets ran down her rippling six pack, and continued down to her female erogenous zones. In the shadows, he could see her clitoris, the size and circumference of a small strawberry, and her mound swollen with arousal and moist with yearning.

She leaned down and kissed him again and then she moved down his body with her mouth, her strong hands trailing behind as she used her luscious lips to tease him. After tingles of pleasure, she took her luscious lips and put them over his member. Mine. Forever! she whispered in his mind as she started to pleasure him. Her mouth and tongue worked over him, sending incredible impulses into his mind from the new nerves she had given him. However, she paced her mouth and tongue to keep his ultimate release just out of reach.

It was agonizing. “Esmerelda…” he panted, “it’s so incredible. Pla.. Please let me ca..cum.” he stuttered aloud.

Yes. It is incredible. I’m going to be a goddess soon.

You are? he thought back.

Yes. Soon I will have power over all things. My time has come.

“I… I don’t believe you,” he managed to get between breaths “You look like you’re 25 years old. What have you done to Ms.. Ms.. Quintada?”

She stopped her fellatio and moved away from him and she could feel his disappointment and longing. When she was five feet away she clamped her hand, making a circle with her fingers, and then pumped her fist in the air in a jerking motion. I am Ms. Quintada, now Esmerelda, and soon to be a goddess. I can do whatever I want to you Mr. Esquibel. You. Are. MINE. With the word "mine" Mr. Esquibel shivered in ecstasy has he orgasmed.

She then walked back over to him and crawled onto the bed, her giant frame moving with a surreal grace for her size. She ran her lips over his body and then when she had gone far enough, she propped herself up and threw her muscular thighs over his body to straddle him. Her opening hovered over his manhood. Do you want this?, he heard her voice in his thoughts. Do you want me now?

He looked at her and as he did, he could see her lower abs moving as she breathed with sexual intensity. He could see pubic mound moving and pulsing in rhythm with her heartbeat as blood flowed down there in her arousal. He could also see incredible muscle contractions and her fine motor control as she flexed hidden muscles causing her labia to move, contract, and loosen on command with smooth, controlled motions. Looking at her enlarged clitoris, he watched with wonder as another series of muscle contractions readjusted it downward as if it was positioning for contact with his shaft.

That’s not possible!, he thought. Women can’t do that!

“I can Mr. Esquibel. As I changed I made certain…” she smiled mischievously, “Alterations to my body and musculature.” She contracted her muscles again, forcing her clitoris and labia to move in small, erotic, undulations and contractions.

Do you want me now?, she projected again.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Her eyes flashed green again and then she slid down upon him. His mind was lost in pleasure as she began to rock her hips slowly. She used her inner muscles and contractions to control his ability to orgasm.

Pray to me, she projected into his mind. Make me more powerful.

He began to pray to her as she rode him. The pleasure was intense as warmth built up in his body. He finally orgasmed, screaming in ecstasy with the most powerful orgasm of his life while she moaned in pleasure. “Yessssss…… give me evvverrrryyything,….” she purred as her inner muscles milked him for all that he was worth. She then laid her head on his chest.

You will love me forever. she projected into his mind as he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

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That Sunday, millions upon millions of people tuned in to watch Esmerelda’s service. Hyped, news outlets around the world did specials about the event. Newspapers and magazines ran with her picture on their covers with headlines such as “Is she the second Coming?”, “Angel or Demon?” or “Is this God’s TRUE Church?” Her popularity grew.

The day of the broadcast, curious onlookers tuned in to see, what many called, the most beautiful woman in the world. Across the globe, on the screens of Times Square, in Beijing, London, Paris, and Moscow, large screens had been put up for the event. Governments, laughed at the event but decided to show it anyway to their various constituents to show the watchers that it was a hoax. No one under the age of 18 was allowed to the event and parents were given parental warnings not to watch. With that, various religious groups protested the telecast as heretical.

Within the church itself, there was little security. The people sat in their pews, thousands more sat outside, their heads bowed down in silence. From behind a curtain Esmerelda appeared in her stunning form fitting dress, her green eyes sparkled into the camera.

“People of the world, thank you for watching.” She closed her eyes and added a sliver of power to her voice, “If you are a parent, turn the television off NOW,” she commanded, and the millions who watched and were affected by her command did so. She smiled as her mind felt her command instantly obeyed. That is nothing to what power I’ll soon have.

She opened her eyes and looked into the camera “You are about to witness an amazing act of faith. Five months ago, I was nothing. But through my unwavering faith, God has granted me strength and purpose to save sinners through prayer and bring them closer to salvation. Many of you are wondering why there is no cross at this church. The religion you know is a lie. A two thousand year old cover up. The true God only needs your faith. She needs only your prayers. Let me guide you to it,” she smiled kindly. “Please join us.” She then sat down regally in her chair.

“Begi….”

“You must die!” a man shouted in the crowd. He had smuggled a gun into the service to kill her. Running up on the altar, he fired his entire clip into Esmerelda’s chest. The slugs tore through muscle and bone as blood splattered across the altar. Esmerelda’s eyes went blank and her body slumped.

The man, looked upon Esmerelda and her supreme beauty, ran out of the church and then shot himself.

Across the globe, people watched in shock. Aghast at the horror which had just played out on their screens. How could this happen?! Her believers cried. See, she wasn’t really anybody, doubters claimed, Just another whacked out cult leader who used her beauty to swindle people, they thought. The heretic is dead! opposition groups cheered.

Suddenly, the color returned to Esmerelda’s face and the drops of blood slowly flowing down her chest and her body reversed course and ran back into the wound. At the same time the other displaced matter from her body also reversed their course and begin to close the gunshot wounds which adorned her torso. As it did, pieces of lead emerged from her body and dropped into her lap.

Esmerelda, gasped loudly, color returning to her face and light to her eyes. She turned to the camera and smiled. “Do you see what a little faith can do? Join us and pray for your sins,” she said sexily. She then rose from her chair, and kneeled down, her breasts becoming more exposed as she changed angles as she bent down. The cameraman covering the event zoomed in on her flawless skin and broadcast it to the world. The camera picked up every detail as she bent over in front of the camera. Her strong traps flaring from her neck were defined, small striations of muscle flowed across her upper chest and met in the center where her cleavage began, making her breasts more defined. On either side of her defined cleavage, her perfect breasts rested, a small hint of dark red areola from her nipple exposed due to the effect of gravity upon her shirt from her bent over form.

Her eyes sparkling naturally in the light, she smiled, seductively into the camera. She knew that her gesture would unleash unbridled envy and lust from all of those watching. Do you want me now world? she thought inwardly to herself. Then she touched the altar and within seconds the gore from the violent encounter disappeared. Audiences around the world gasped.

Savoring the moment and her well calculated movements, she closed her eyes and stretched her mind out. As she did so, she could feel the sins of the audience flare up. With that came the whispers touching upon her mind. GREED, LUST, ENVY came the whisper from millions.

“I see that we are ready,” She said as she sat down. She crossed one leg over the other. Her quads and hamstring muscle spilled forth from the long parting of her black dress. Her calve muscle bulged where it was crossed over the other leg. “Begin.” She whispered like thunder.

The crowd began, “We pray that her power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.”

Esmerelda whispered, “Louder. You all sin.”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said louder this time.

Esmerelda writhed in the chair as the familiar tingles of energy flowed into her. She panted slightly, her face flushed with red as she began to grow.

“Louder.“ She spoke softly.

.“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” The said still louder this time.

Esmerelda, began to cup her breasts as the energy flow into her body increased. Her biceps pushed upon the fabric of her dress. She moaned. “Louder… aaaaaaa… Fasssster” she purred as she tried to control her words.

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” the congregation spoke louder. As they did, viewers from around the world, attracted to Esmerelda’s transformation, began to pray as well.

Stammering in ecstasy, she reached out her mind to power her words, "You will dedicate yourselves to me. You will believe and help the power of God grow. You will help ME grow. Your sins will be answered by prayer. Your prayers will bring you closer to God… to ME."

Her muscles pulsated with growth and uncontrollable contractions as her dress started to rip. “You who doubt, look upon me! Am I not beautiful to behold? You desire me. You lust after this perfect body!” she said, ripping her black sleeves as she flexed her biceps. With her flex, millions more began to lust and envy uncontrollably, unconsciously adding their voices to her prayer, making her more powerful.

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.”

“Aaaa… Ohhhh yess!.. Morrre” she moaned. “Louder…. Louder...” Esmerelda cried, her muscles began to pulsate, contract, and stretch rapidly as more small tears began to appear on her garments. “Give me mooorrreee.. Pray to Me...”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know.” They cried, voices raising.

Esmerelda, now in ecstasy, ran her hands down her body, across the ripping fabric of her dress, and touched herself. “Louder!” She cried. “Give me MORE!!! Grow.." she urged her body. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....”

“We pray that Esmerelda’s power grows so that she may come to have dominion and power over the universe and everything we know!’” millions cried.

Various TV stations around the world, who didn’t air the event, patched in live feeds, changing their broadcasting. Prior to going live, they ran Esmerelda‘s power induced warning to parents who instantly shut of their TV sets. They then went to the live feed. “Unnngghhhhh! !” she moaned sensuously, “I… I…feel more and more of you…” she gasped, “Do you… do you….. unnnngghhh!! I‘m growwiiiinnng,” she panted and then continued…. “Feel your sins…” she whispered. “Unggggghhh!!” she cried in more ecstasy as more muscle grew on her body. She was getting taller as well. “You want this body….. unnnggggh” she orgasmed for the first time and millions came with her. “Man and Woman…… UNGGGHGG!!!” she panted heavily, rubbing herself vigorously, moisture dripping between her strong fingers. “I feel your sin! REPENT!” she trembled…

“I… I….. ahhhhhhh,” her green eyes glowed, “ungggghhh!..Am your salvay… salvay…mmmmm…. salvation...”

Around the globe, billions lusted, billions where physically enthralled and sinning in lust as she shot up to 8 feet in height. She moaned again, hips bucking back and forth on the throne in the church, her clothes now shredded showing the glorious bronzed body, now covered in glistening sweat beneath the tattered pieces. “Oh the pleasure Aaaaaaeiiiiieeeeeeee,…..Show me your faith! Pray! Pray to me!” Her strong forearms flexed, strong cords of muscle jumped as she moved her hands along her labia and glans clitoris.

Esmerelda felt the energy of billions flow into her. Every time one person repented, three more sinned. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. Envy, Greed, Lust, Coveting. The whispers flowed through her mind. Her hands rubbed her clitoris vigorously, her hips sensuously pumping up and down. Her dress was now in tatters. Her tan body was glistening in sweat. Her abs rippled smoothly as she moved her knees against each other in the chair. One of her nipples, now uncovered, was erect and was glowing, surrounded by a nimbus of green electric bolts.

Where her hands rubbed herself, a small glow began to emerge; washing out physical features. As the glow increased and she kept rubbing, her body buckling to wave after wave of erotic energy, she began to levitate in a nimbus of green energy. Her muscles moved sensuously as she absorbed the energy of the faithful.

She screamed. “I CAN READ YOUR THOUGHTS! PRAY TO ME! REPEAT AFTER ME… UNNNNNNNNGH… OH THE POWER… FEELS.. SO… GOOD! MY BODY…
MMMA..MAA.. MMUSCLESSSS!” she sidetracked, breathing heavily as she continued to rub herself.

“PRAY TO ME!….Esmerelda IS THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA. SHE CREATED THE UNIVERSE AND SHE HAS NO END. SHE IS… UGGGHHH,” she screamed loudly, her body now completely nude to the world. Green energy now cackled around her. Her body was flawless, indestructible, indescribable, and irresistible. She was Perfect.

“ALMOST THERE.. UGGNNGH” she screamed as her mind and powers battered the walls where the ultimate power of creation sat waiting. “SHE IS... UNNNGHHH!!!…" she orgasmed again, her pleasure was shared with billions as she projected it out upon them. "SHE IS..UNGGGGHH!.. IS..." the glow intensified.

"GOD!”

“Esmerelda IS GOD!” billions cried out. With that, Esmerelda’s glowing form let out a burst of green energy which circled around the Earth in an instant and boomed out into space across the Universe. Billions around the world felt their bodies flood with sexual energy causing them to convulse with pleasure and sexual release as Esmerelda finally tore through the barrier and ascended to Omnipotence.

"THIS UNIVERSE IS MINE!" She whispered with ecstasy, her green eyes glowing. Instantly, her perfect body and image was projected into everyone, into every language, and alien mind “You will service ME. You exist at my mercy. I can unmake creation with a thought and I can create without a word.. I can do……. anything.

Now come to me… desire me, WORSHIP me and we will exist together in endless pleasure. I will provide for all. You shall all be mine… FOREVER.”

Epilogue:

6 months ago.


Esmerelda, invisibly entered the dark, candlelit church on the outskirts of Rio de Janiero. The church was empty save for two occupants, an older woman kneeling before a candle lit alter beneath a large cross, and an intense, attractive middle aged man in a black suit who was sitting quietly in the pews watching the older woman as she prayed.

“Hello,” Esmerelda whispered as she sat down next to the attractive middle aged man.

“Wha.. How.. Who are you? How did you get past me? I’m omniscient. There is not a being in all existence that I know not of. ” The man said calmly as Esmerelda’s sexy, muscular body slid into the pew next to him.

“Oh,” Esmerelda offered her hand, “My name is Esmerelda, and you are…”

“How..?”

“God.” Esmerelda smiled.

“Yes, I’m God.” He said calmly and politely. “How is this possible? How are you unknown to me?” He looked at her body. “I who know all things, I created all things that were and that will be. Hmm..stand up please and follow me.”

“Certainly,” Esmerelda smiled as she stood up, stretched her muscular arms over her head which caused her chest to swell out as she stretched sensuously, and followed God through the wall of the Church and outside.

God stared at her appraisingly, like a scientist examining an experiment. “Flex for me please.”

Esmerelda flexed.

“Remarkable. Your body is absolutely flawless, even by my own standards. However, in every species I genetically designed and encoded for evolution both in the past and the future, none of them are them encoded to ever obtain this amount of perfection. The question remains, who are you?”

Esmerelda smiled.

God, angry at his inability to omnisciently identify Esmerelda, felt power surge into him. His eyes burned with white hot energy. “Make yourself known to me!” He thundered as his powers instantly lashed out to probe Esmerelda’s mind.

“Ah.. Ah, ah.” Esmerelda tisked him with her perfectly formed hand. “You keep on knocking but you can’t come in.”

“Impossible…” God said angrily.

“Actually, it’s not. I know all about you God. I prayed to you, worshipped you, gave to you all of my life, and all it brought me was sorrow and misery.”

God reared back his hand and threw a thunderbolt made of primal universal essence at Esmerelda. Esmerelda held out one palm and absorbed the power. She then squeezed her hand and the energy formed into a small blue ball in her hand which floated above her palm. She laughed sexily.

“You don’t know me because I’m blocking your memories.” She said matter of factly.

“How? I’m God.”

“Correction, you were God, or will not be in the future.” Esmerelda sighed as she dismissed the ball of cosmic energy. “I know all about how your system of free will works, your rules which even you, have made inviolate. I also know that now, even if you wanted, you don’t have the power to undo that which you have done. The ol’ batteries just aren’t charged the way they once were when you set the rules of the universe all those billions of years ago.” She crossed her massive arms on her chest.

God looked at his feet, his expression weary. “Yes. This is true.” He said sadly, “But how have you come to know this?”

Esmerelda smiled seductively, “Because I’m God.”

“Impossible!” God threw another cosmic thunderbolt at her which struck Esmerelda in the chest. The energy caused her muscle to swell slightly as she moaned in ecstasy.

“Mmmmmm” Esmerelda moaned. “So nice,” she whispered as she flexed her bicep. “Keep trying.”

God angry focused hard on caging her in Tartarus, banishing her from existence. He tried to unmake her with a thought.

“That tickles!” Esmerelda giggled as her nipples slowly expanded. “I’m still here. I’m the Alpha and the Omega, I have no beginning and no end. I’m God.”

“Then what am I?” God asked.

“Who are you?” Esmerelda laughed, tilting her head back. “Oh, you’re still God, but only for a limited time. Your heyday off of feeding on free will is over. People have lost faith in you. As they loose faith, you lose influence and power, and the more power you lose the less you can make yourself known. It’s all a vicious circle really.”

“What are you doing here then. What do you want from me?”

Esmerelda walked sexily toward him. “Me? Well, I’m here to set things in motion. I’m here to revel in my victory if you will. It’s more fun meeting you here, now, and letting you know what awaits you. It’s so satisfying knowing that I’m the one that lead you to this and that you willingly let me.”

She cupped one hand under his chin as God shuddered at her touch.

“You see, over the next upcoming months, you WILL come to know me but you will be powerless to stop me. I only wanted to set you on the path.”

“Well, if what you’re saying is true, what if I refuse?” He said has he squared his shoulders, mustering his thoughts from Esmerelda’s touch . “What if I refuse and deny you the pleasure?”

“You won’t.” Esmerelda whispered into his hear as her finger mused playfully with his hair. “The fact that I’m here, now, is proof.”

“Ha!” God took a step back and laughed. “Then you lose. As you said, I set the rules of the game, and even I have free will. You can’t take that away from me or force me. You lose.”

“This is inevitable.” Esmerelda smiled as she ran a hand down his chest.

“No, it isn’t. You lose.” God said sternly looking upward and away from Esmerelda’s green eyes and muscular frame.

Without any disturbance, Esmerelda was suddenly in a chair. She crossed one leg over the other. Her muscular arms were bared in her black dress. Her breasts, hung perfectly, tiny striations of muscle on her clavicle revealing the power of her body.

In an instant, the Earth fell away and they were both in the center of the universe. “Look around you. Isn’t it wonderful? You made all of this. The beauty and wonder of a living universe.” She pointed, “There, a nebula glows in the endless night. There! The world of Quixoticmal, a planet inhabited by beautiful, crystalline avian creatures who live and die in a world of night and bioluminescence. And over there,” the stars zoomed past them to a glowing blue world of water, “a planet of aquatic mammals whose songs echo among the seas.”

“Yes. What’s your point?”


“My point?” Esmerelda switched her legs, and recrossed them, her muscular thighs flaring with perfection. “There are trillions of worlds you’ve created with such creatures and out of all of that, you only made the angels and humans in your image. Why?”

God paused silently for a moment in contemplation. “Because, out of all of the beings, you are my greatest creation. Sure there are beings, like the Grays, who marvel at technology and can travel the universe with faster then light engines, and yes, there are the incorporeal Litminaki who roam the universe with their vast intelligences. They all have free will but humans are special.” He appeared in a chair opposite Esmerelda.

He continued, “Out of all of existence, they have a frailty, a creativity, a spark which manifests itself in anger, laughter, sadness, doubt, exultation, fears, courage, hate, lust, and love, in such a mixture. You are wonderfully complicated, and thus, they are my greatest creations. You have infinite capacities. You are all beautiful. More beautiful and priceless beyond all of the stars, all of the mysteries of the universe. Nearly perfect in thought and form. When I set the rules of the universe and free will as the fundamental rule, I did so with you as the battery because of those things I‘ve just mentioned. Only humans exhibit them in such capacity. Their love, adoration, and need of me, offered freely of their own free will, and fueled by with such energies, was the only thing which made existence, my existence, truly worthwhile.”

Esmerelda smiled. “And form.” She leaned forward. “Am I not beautiful? Am I not the ultimate in human perfection?” Her breasts, pressed against her dress. With a slight movement, she extended her arms straight out before her, causing her muscular chest and breasts to push against each other, her triceps extended in a beautiful pose.

“This is absurd.” God turned away. “You’re trying to seduce me? Absolutely absurd.”

“Look,” Esmerelda, smiled, leaned back in her chair, then seductively stood and turned and stand near two gas giants glowing in the night. Their mutual gravities pulling each others gaseous elements in a picturesque scene. “The Torovian pair. Look at the wonder, the forces of gravity as they pull upon each other. Incredible.”

God looked up. “Yes.”

“Now look at me. I’m perfect.” She put one fist on her hip. The hip showed off her muscular buttocks and thighs and her other hand rested on her knee in a showing poses which dropped her cleavage down before God’s field of vision.

God looked away. Esmerelda continued, whispering softly, “I have all of those energies. I have the passion, the anger, joy, sadness, misery, ambition, and love that you spoke of.” Esmerelda reached for his hand. “I worshipped you, needed you, and adored you. I stayed faithful my entire life….”

The stars faded and once again Esmerelda and God sat invisibly in the empty pews of the church where the woman knelt and preyed. The only sound in existence at that moment were the woman’s quiet prayers and simple words, “Lord give me strength. Give me strength.”

“And all I ever received from you, was silence. Rejection.” She looked him in the eyes. “I gave you everything.” Esmerelda whispered.

“Esmerelda Quintada?” God said slowly.

Esmerelda nodded. “And now, look at me. Look at my body, more perfect then you ever created or imagined. All fueled by the human condition. ” She stood and ran her hands down her body past her perfect breasts and erect nipples, past her chiseled midsection, her muscular buttocks, down to the muscular thighs which flared with shapely muscle.

“My body, created in your image, furthered beyond anything in you imagined. Tender, soft, powerful, sensual, mmmm....” she moaned. Her hands traveled down her navel to her thighs. “Erotic. My muscles capable of destruction, or seduction for the purposes of creation.” Her hands slowly moved back up as she curled her bicep. “My body is a temple which houses all of those human traits you find beautiful and gives them outward expression. More powerful then even you. Have you ever imagined something like me in such a combination? In such Ascension?” She smiled seductively .

God stared in disbelief and Esmerelda heard the familiar whisper, Lust, Lust, Lust, Lust, Lust… God reached out a trembling hand as his free will eroded and became hers.

“No.” God’s hand ran along her bicep. “Never.” He whispered lustfully.

“Now, let yourself go. Worship my beauty. You know you want to. Pray to me.” Esmerelda smiled. “And after that you will give Ms. Quintada over there the keys to your kingdom beginning with that cross.”


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Alone in the church, a woman kneeled. With quiet prayers. “Lord give me strength. Give me strength.”


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Aww I was hoping that this gets continued as she grows even more.
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Hrm this should get a comic I bet:3
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