End of Days: The Temptation of April, Part 7

END OF DAYS:  THE TEMPTATION OF APRIL
by UCIBOY

BEGIN PART VII

April was exhausted as she stumbled into her home later that evening.  As the
message light blinked on the phone, she knew it must be her mother calling to
find out why April never showed up for work at the restaurant.  "I'll deal
with you later, mother dear," April said to herself.  She walked down the hall
to check on her sister who was asleep on her bed, the pack of Virginia Slims
that April had given her earlier now empty as it lay on the nightstand.  April
smiled at her handiwork and turned to go into her own bedroom where she gazed
longingly into the dresser mirror.  "The new me," she said as she pulled her
cigarettes out of her pocket and placed them on the dresser top.  Her mother
would be home soon, and April looked forward to their encounter, but for the
moment she was so tired.  Being so wicked can take a lot out of a person.  She
laid down one the bed and closed her eyes.

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Within moments, a soft drum beat began to play in the distance and was soon
accompanied by electronic music, both of which grew louder and louder and
wilder until April felt the entire music had completely surrounded her.  When
she opened her eyes, she found herself and the bed out in the middle of a
star-lit prairie surrounded by thousands - no, hundreds of thousands - of
people dancing under a moonless night, their eyes glowing as orange as the tip
of a freshly lit cigarette.  She had grown accustomed to strange dreams since
meeting Jezzie, but this was the strangest yet.

The dancers were practically shoulder to shoulder, moving their bodies against
one another rhythmically in a sexual motion, and taking long and pleasurable
drags on the cigarette each dancer held between their fingers.  April got up
off the bed and began to sway her body slowly to the music as she moved
through the crowd.  She pressed her pelvis up against one young dancer her
age, and she brought his hand up to her lips to take a deep puff on his cork
tipped 100.  As she tilted her head upwards and began to slowly exhale, she
noticed Jezzie a few feet away dancing with a teenager who had a multi-colored
mohawk and an earring pierced through his cheek.  Jezzie - the only one in
addition to April whose eyes were still normal - was dressed to kill in her
sleeveless black leather shirt and tight black leather skirt.  She took
cheek-hollowed drags on her VS 120 as the teenager with the mohawk drilled his
pelvis into her ass.

"Jezzie," April shouted over the music as she continued to dance.

Jezzie looked up and gave a broad smile at April as a wave of smoke curled up
her face and into her nostrils.  "Hey girl friend!  Isn't this great?!"

The music was so loud April thought her eardrums were going to burst; but at
the same time, the music was so entrancing that she continued to let her body
sway close to her companion who moved his hard dick inside his pants up and
down April's thigh.

"What is all this?" April yelled to Jezzie.

"It's a celebration!" Jezzie yelled back, immensely pleased at the grinding
motion being made into her own backside.

"A celebration for what?"

Jezzie continued to dance wildly as she yelled back, "The end of days!"

April suddenly stopped dancing.  She recognized those words from Father Ken's
numerous sermons.  April pulled Jezzie by the arm away from the teenager so
that they could talk without shouting.  

"I think that guy likes me," Jezzie said in a girlish tone to April with a
wink.  "Isn't he totally hot?"

"What do you mean the 'end of days'?" April asked with concern.

Jezzie ignored the question as she threw her three-quarters smoked VS on the
ground and pulled out her pack.  "Oh, girl, I have to hand it to you.  You
have absolutely surpassed my expectations.  That little move you made with
Victoria this evening at the mall:  just outstanding!  But then you topped
even that at the diner tonight; very, very impressive."  Jezzie paused to
light a fresh cigarette and said with smoke pouring out of her mouth, "You
still have one more test, but I have no doubt that you're going to pass it
when it comes."

April was beginning to wonder whether this was actually a dream or not.
Everything seemed so real - the music, the dancers, the smell from Jezzie's
cigarette.  "Jezzie," April said growing more worried by the minute, "what's
happening?  Why am I here?"

"I told you, silly.  It's a celebration!  Well, a pre-celebration for what's
to come.  But I know it's coming."

April now felt panic start to move through her body.  "The end of days is
coming?" she asked with concern.  "You mean...?"

"That's right, girl friend," Jezzie said with a wicked gleam in her eye,
"Armageddon."

"No," April said as she turned to walk away, "I don't believe it."

"Oh, you believe it," April said before bringing her VS 120 up to the side of
her mouth for a slow puff.  Then in her exhale she said, "Deep down, you know
it's true.  You're helping to bring it about.  Well, you and those like you.
There are still so many others I have yet to encounter, but I have no doubt
they will be as eager as you to join my army."

"Your army?" April asked in disbelief?

"The forces of darkness!" Jezzie replied as though it were obvious.  "Hello?!
Jezzie - Jezebel?  Do I have to spell it out for you?"

April turned around to face Jezzie.  "You used me!"

"Used you?" Jezzie replied incredulously.  "I only gave you the power.  I
never forced you to use it.  It's all about free will, girl friend.  Remember
my warning?  Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

Jezzie moved closer to April and began to whisper in her ear.  "Look around
you," she said softly.  "Am I forcing any of these people to follow their true
desires?  Are they not all God's creatures with the same free will that you
have?"  

April scanned the dancers in front of her, all of whom had grown more wild
since her arrival.  No longer were these dancers just moving their bodies
close to one another; they had progressed now to sexual intercourse as the
males inserted their hard cocks into their female partners, all of whom
screamed out with smoky delight as their cunts and asses were pumped full of
creamy cum.

"Can't you feel the pleasure emanating from all around you?" Jezzie whispered
seductively.  "Even in your anger at me, I know you want to join them."

Jezzie was right.  April wanted to lose her virginity right there; to have
every orifice in her body fucked over and over while she breathed in the power
of the smoke.

"No," April said trying to control herself, "this is wrong."

"Of course it is," Jezzie said with a smile.  "That's what makes it feel so
good."  In fear, April watched Jezzie's eyes turn a deep red.  "But now comes
the best part."

April could hear a rumbling build from below her feet until the noise began to
drown out the music.  The screams of pleasure that surrounded her had now
turned into screams of horror and anguish as the ground itself opened up and
hell fire shot up through the cracks, consuming the thousands of young people
around her.  

"I won't forget your services, April," she heard Jezzie say.  "But remember
that you have one more test."

Terror filled April as the wall of flame moved closer to her until finally
devouring her entirely.  The heat was incredible as she felt her body light up
like a torch, and she screamed like she had never screamed before.

Then within an instant, the walls of flame were gone and she was sitting up on
her bed panting.  Cold sweat dripped down from her forehead onto the sheets
below.  She jumped off her bed and ran to her bedroom mirror and was relieved
to see that her physical appearance had not changed.  "It was just a dream,"
she said in an effort to calm herself.  But she knew that this was more than a
dream - and she wondered if it was possible that her actions that day could
actually bring about Armageddon.

She looked down at the pack of Virginia Slims on her dresser and desperately
wanted to light one, to feel the power of the smoke once again fill her lungs;
to use her power over and over to keep herself looking thin and beautiful.
But her flesh still tingled from her brush with the fires of hell - and she
thought about what Jezzie had said:  one more test.  But what could it be?  If
she refused to participate any further, could she prevent the end of days from
coming?  Was she so important that the survival of humanity depended on her?

So many questions.  How nice it would be to calm her mind with a delicious
Virginia Slim.  Just one last cigarette, she thought, as she picked up the
pack and began to slowly slide out one the long 120s.  "It will be my last
one," she told herself, "and then I'll quit forever."  She looked into the
mirror at her reflection as she brought the white cigarette up to lips.  How
beautifully sexy she looked; how absolutely wicked.  She lit the flame of her
lighter and began to move it close to the tip, her eyes turning as red as
hellfire.

"Yes," Jezzie's voice echoed in her ears, "light it.  Feel its power.  Enjoy
the pleasure of the smoke."

Jezzie's words sent a jolt of reality through April.  "NO!" she shouted as she
threw down the lighter and ripped the cigarette from her mouth.  "I won't do
it!" she shouted into the mirror, and the red eyes she had a moment ago
returned to their normal state.  "If I have free will, then I choose not to
play your game!"  She took the pack in her hands and ran into the bathroom
where she threw the cigarettes into the toilet and flushed.  She felt a sense
of accomplishment as she did this, and she looked into the mirror, proud of
her strength to fight the temptation.  But as she continued to look at her
reflection, her face began to tingle.  Within seconds, several pimples
appeared on her forehead, and then on her cheeks and her chin.

"No," she whimpered as she placed her hands on her face.  "Not again."  Her
eyesight was blurring and she could feel the new skirt she was wearing growing
tighter around her waist.

She could hear Jezzie's echoey laughs in her ears.  "We all make choices, girl
friend."

April began to cry as she didn't know where to turn.  How could she fight such
temptation.  She didn't have the strength.  But perhaps there was one person
who could help her.  Yes, he would know what to do; he would tell her how to
fight Jezzie.  She would go see Father Ken.

END PART VII

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