A YOUNG SUCCUBUS NAMED DELICIA by Michel Poulin - HTML preview

CHAPTER 25 – THE PRICE OF SIN

11:06 (California Time)

Saturday, October 28, 1972

Robert Purnell’s apartment, Kelton

Avenue

Westwood, Los Angeles

Robert Purnell, still lying in bed with

the statuesque Sylvia Thorne, admired her while fondling her huge, thick, 30-centimeter-

long cock, concentrating the work of his fingers on its small apple-sized tip, to her obvious pleasure. This was now the second weekend she had been visiting him and she had proved to be a fantastic bed partner, apart from making Robert proud by making other male students who had met them as a couple become jealous of Robert, thanks to her spectacular tits, curved hips, long and shapely legs and truly beautiful face. She was truly the best of both worlds for Robert and had proved as well to be very intelligent and cultured, on top of being an agreeable companion.

‘’You know, Sylvia, you are lucky not to have met Father O’Malley when you were young: he would have loved to put his hands all over your big dick.’’ His words seemed to trigger something in Sylvia, who took hold of his hand to stop his fondling, while she eyed him with utter seriousness.

‘’Tell me more about that Father O’Malley, Robert. Did he abuse you when you were young?’’

Realizing that he should not have broached that subject, Robert tried to dismiss it but Sylvia insisted, making him confess an event that had severely marked him years ago.

‘’Father Oliver O’Malley is a Catholic priest who runs the Saint-Mary’s Orphanage, in Rosemead, in the northeast section of Los Angeles. I spent years as a young boy at that orphanage, before being finally adopted by a decent family. O’Malley brought in his bed at least one boy or girl per week during my time there. He picked me about a dozen times for his fun and did not hesitate to beat or threaten me when I tried to resist him.

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As far as I know, he still runs the orphanage and was never investigated or even publicly accused of pedophilia.’’

Sylvia, aka Delicia, aka Patricia, took a moment to digest that information. The hypocrisy of the Christian churches about sexuality had always grated on her, along with their institutional misogyny. Taking quickly a decision, she looked into Robert’s eyes.

‘’Robert, do you have by chance some picture of that bastard?’’

‘’No! I didn’t want to keep anything that would remind me of him. Wait! Unless…’’

‘’Unless?’’

Robert suddenly got out of bed and walked to the chest of drawers in one corner, opening a drawer and taking out a large souvenir box. Searching inside the box, he grabbed a large black and white picture which obviously dated back many years and brought it to Sylvia. The latter saw that it showed three rows of young preteen boys and girls lined up for the picture, with a man in a priest’s black robe standing behind the children. Robert pointed at the priest.

‘’That’s Father O’Malley, as he was fifteen years ago, at my first communion ceremony. Add a few pounds and gray hair on him and you will have him today.’’ Sylvia looked up in apparent shock at him then.

‘’How old were you when he first abused you, Robert?’’

‘’I was seven. The bastard really liked his boys and girls young. Why do you want to know about him? Accusing him won’t do a thing: the Church will cover him in order to avoid a scandal and the police will probably refuse to even investigate.’’

‘’I may know a more indirect way to get at him. But you are right, Robert: let’s forget him for the moment.’’

Sylvia then took Robert’s hand and pulled him gently back in bed.

01:04 (California Time)

Sunday, November 5, 1972

Boys’ dormitory, Saint-Mary’s Orphanage

Rosemead, Los Angeles

The young boy who was shaken awake in the dark stiffened with fear when he saw the tall, dark silhouette standing over his bed in the obscure dormitory: he knew too well from experience what was to follow. He however did not scream for help or resist

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and obediently got up from bed to follow Father O’Malley. The only time he had tried to resist him had only brought him a cruel flogging, while he still ended being abused that night. Led to the priest’s bedroom, which was lit, the boy was told to shed away his night shirt and lay on the bed. He again obeyed out of fear and closed his eyes as O’Malley took off his robe. Before closing the lights and joining the naked boy in bed, the priest took his 35mm camera equipped with a flash and snapped a number of pictures of the child, some of them from very close and centered on his genitals.

Unknown to both O’Malley and the boy, Delicia, in the form of Sylvia Thorne, was watching and taking pictures of her own through a window of the bedroom, using a high sensitivity film. She had used the priest’s temporary absence from his room to stick in a partially opened position the bottom part of the window’s curtains with a piece of chewing gum. The fact that O’Malley let the light on at first was a boon for her, as it allowed her to take clear pictures of his face as he photographed the naked boy. A couple of her pictures even caught O’Malley as he briefly played with the boys’ penis to make it erect before photographing it from close by. Now having photographic proof of abuse by the priest on one boy and one girl, both preteens, Sylvia crouched down and quietly hid in the bushes bordering the wall of the orphanage. She then waited until O’Malley had finished with the boy and left the bedroom to lead the child back to the dormitory. Silently opening the window, which she had previously unlocked, she removed the piece of chewing gum and fully pulled close the curtains before closing the window and crouching down, her camera held against her chest. Concentrating on a mental image of her home’s lounge, she used a ‘Teleport’ spell and disappeared from the bushes, reappearing instantaneously in her lounge. Straightening up, she smiled while eyeing her camera: the film in it was going to prove quite useful indeed in her fight against hypocrisy.

10:43 (California Time)

Monday, November 6, 1972

News room, LOS ANGELES TIMES newspaper

‘’Hey, Eli, you got mail!’’

‘’Me, mail? I never get mail here!’’ replied the reporter as the office girl dropped a large envelope on his desk, set with dozens of other reporters’ desks in a large open

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office. Curious, Eli Cohen first examined the envelope but found no return address or even postal stamps on it: it must have been dropped by hand at the newspaper’s reception counter. It however clearly bore his name and position. Now intrigued, Eli opened the envelope and extracted a stack of large black and white prints, along with a cover letter. A quick look at the top picture sent blood rushing at once to Eli’s brain: a man wearing the robe of a Christian priest was shown standing near a bed where a young boy lay fully naked. Going through the pile of pictures with growing horror and disgust, he saw that the apparent priest had been photographed, probably secretly judging from the angle of the shots, while sexually abusing a boy and a girl, both preteens, on two separate occasions. Letting out a pungent swear in Yiddish, Eli then grabbed the cover letter and read it: it was short, concise and also damning. The last paragraph in particular struck him, making him read it aloud to himself.

‘’In case you are tempted to hide this scandal by not publishing those pictures, know that six other newspapers and three radio stations around Los Angeles, plus Reuters and France-Presse, have received copies of these pictures and of this letter at

the same time as you did. The L.A.P.D.47 and the local office of the F.B.I.48 have also received copies of them. Do you want to be first or last to publish this?’’ Eli was not surprised to see that the letter was not signed, nor did it bear any logo or address on it. Overwhelmed by this, Eli spread the pictures over his desk to better examine them. Another reporter who was walking past his desk stopped abruptly and backtracked after a glance at the pictures and stood behind Eli to look with him at them.

‘’Jesus Christ! Who is that dirty bastard?’’

‘’According to this anonymous letter that came with these prints, he is a Father Oliver O’Malley, in charge of the Saint-Mary’s Orphanage, in Rosemead. That letter also says that this priest has been abusing his young charges for over fifteen years now. The letter also states that six of our competitors, along with three radio stations, Reuters, France-Presse, the L.A.P.D. and the F.B.I., have also received copies of these prints.’’

‘’Holy shit! We can’t let the others cut the grass from under our feet! Even if some lawyers would rule that publishing those pictures could bring a suit from the Church, there is no way that this is staying quiet, Eli.’’

‘’I fully agree, Bob. Let’s go see the boss at once with this. Damn! This could turn out to be the hottest potato of the year in Los Angeles.’’

47 L.A.P.D.: Los Angeles Police Department 48 F.B.I.: Federal Bureau of Investigations. The federal police for the United States.

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‘’Just in Los Angeles? Make it the whole United States!’’ replied Bob Coleman.

14:29 (California Time)

Saint-Mary’s Orphanage

Rosemead, Los Angeles

The nun who answered the door of the orphanage was taken somewhat aback at the sight of the four stern-faced men, two of them in police uniforms, standing in the entrance.

‘’Uh, what may I do for you, gentlemen?’’

One of the two men in suits presented a police badge to her while answering her.

‘’Detectives Jim Reynolds and Greg Loomis, L.A.P.D. Vice Squad, ma’am. We need to see Father O’Malley, right now!’’

Despite her shock at that announcement, the nun led the policemen in, then guided them to the office of Father O’Malley. Presenting himself to the priest, who was sitting behind his work desk and doing some paperwork, Jim Reynolds saw O’Malley’s face turn white as a sheet at once, while his hands started shaking. ‘The bastard is guilty as sin!’ thought Reynolds before speaking up again.

‘’Father Oliver O’Malley? You are under arrest for suspicion of multiple sexual abuse of minors and sodomy of a minor. Greg, cuff him!’’ Totally mortified, O’Malley didn’t resist and let himself be handcuffed while Reynolds read him his rights. He was then led to a waiting police car while the two detectives went to find the boy and the girl seen on the pictures they had received in the morning.

O’Malley was able to leave the L.A.P.D. central headquarters only six hours later, after a lawyer sent in a hurry by the Los Angeles Archdiocese had paid a huge caution for his release. He was then treated to a very stern interrogation and lecture by no less than Archbishop Manning himself before being allowed to return to his orphanage, with strict orders to stay away from the children and with a bishop delegated to escort him. That was only then that he saw a copy of the Los Angeles Times, with his picture on the front page. Devastated and seeing no way out, O’Mally then fetched the long, thick leather belt he had used so often to flog the children who resisted or didn’t obey him, plus a chair that he set under the big rough iron chandelier of his office. Using the belt

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as a noose, he climbed on the chair and passed his head in the noose before kicking himself the chair from under his feet.

09:50 (California Time)

Wednesday, November 8, 1972

Office of Archbishop Manning

Archdiocese of Los Angeles

The Archbishop of the Los Angeles Archdiocese, His Eminence Timothy Manning, was fuming as his bishops and vicars assembled in front of his large work desk. He and his ecclesiastical staff had been in full damage control mode since yesterday, doing everything possible to save the local reputation of the Church. Unfortunately, the news of the scandal had quickly spread to the whole of the United States and even all the way to Europe by now. The telephone call he had just received from the Vatican had also done nothing to appease his mood. He spoke up once all of his bishops and vicars were in, waiting with grim expressions on their faces.

‘’Gentlemen, I won’t need to tell you how serious the situation is right now for our Church. The despicable conduct of Father O’Malley has smeared all of us and the various public medias are having a field day at our expense. I have now had time to review the confidential personal file of Father O’Malley and found out that he was moved to this archdiocese after being accused of molesting children in another archdiocese. Prior to that, he was moved to the United States from his native Ireland after he was alleged there to have molested children in his charge. Whoever protected that priest only delayed the inevitable, while making more innocent young children fall victim to his perversion. My secretary is now reviewing the files of all our priests and officials, looking for more clerics with a stained past, and has already found four more high-risk cases. This can’t go on! You will all scour your own archives and files and identify to me those who are found with a suspect past, so that I can meet and interview them.’’ What he didn’t tell the men assembled before him was that he was also personally reviewing the confidential files of all of his bishops and vicars, to make sure that no more cover-ups would be attempted. He then delivered the most unsettling news of the day.

‘’Know also that I just received one hour ago a call from the Vatican concerning this scandal. The caller was no less than His Holiness the Pope himself! He urged me to deal at once with utmost decisiveness with the crisis at hand and to ensure that such

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a thing does not happen again. He also informed me that the Holy Office of the

Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith49 is sending us a team of senior clerics to investigate this affair and to find in particular who took those pictures of Father O’Malley and then sent them to the police and medias.’’

‘’The Vatican is sending inquisitors to Los Angeles, Your Eminence?’’ gasped one of the bishops, making Manning nod his head grimly.

‘’That’s right, and they will have full authority from His Holiness the Pope to dig in depth through our archdiocese. Anyone who will obstruct their work or who will try to hide facts from them will be disciplined by the Vatican. Am I clear on that, gentlemen?’’ Once his bishops and vicars had meekly nodded and acknowledged his message, Manning dismissed them. Once they were out, Manning sat back in his high chair, thinking. The team of inquisitors would not arrive still for another day or two, at the least. However, the more time was wasted, the more chance that the trail of whoever took and sent the incriminating pictures of Father O’Malley would grow cold. Something had to be done, right now! After a moment of reflection, Manning buzzed his private secretary, making him present himself in front of his desk.

‘’My dear Willard, I will need you to contact the best private investigator available in Los Angeles and task him to find who took the pictures which incriminated Father O’Malley. The coffers of the archdiocese will be wide open in support of that investigation.’’

‘’I will get on this right away, Your Eminence.’’ promised his secretary, bowing before leaving the office of the archbishop.

To Manning’s fury, another pedophile priest was exposed by anonymously-taken pictures five days later, just as the team of inquisitors from the Vatican was starting its investigation. That second scandal could not be contained either and resulted in worldwide negative attention on the Catholic Church, on top of pushing many past victims of abuse into officially making complaints to the police. The result was a painful loss of face for the Archdiocese of Los Angeles and, eventually, costly legal settlements to the claimants of abuse, legal settlements which hit hard the finances of the Church. Alarmed by this second scandal and by the growing number of claims of child abuse, the team of inquisitors redoubled its investigative efforts, but without any success to report to

49 Holy Office of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith: Modern name of the Holy Inquisition.

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the Vatican after three weeks of work. The private investigator was no more successful in his efforts and could only conclude that some past victim of abuse was now taking revenge on the Catholic Church. However, the sheer number of abuse claimants now popping up only made the investigation more difficult, on top of attracting more negative publicity on the Church. Unbeknown to Archbishop Manning, or to even Delicia, someone else than the Vatican was now also paying attention to what was happening around Los Angeles.