An hour later, two policewomen came in the door. They saw stone statues on the ground, and a pool of blood. They saw my mom dead on the floor. I was naked. I was not crying. I was stabbing my mother.
The policewomen put me in cuffs. The only thing they said was that it was so sad.
The press was outside taking pictures of me. The policewomen tried to cover my nakedness.
I was not afraid. I knew Lucifer had more work for me to do.
The press was in a frenzy, saying that mum was a Satanist and I was lucky that I survived the cult. It made me smile that the truth was too much for the media. They said I was brainwashed as a Satanist and I was abused and raped over and over. I am sure millions of people were crying when they read this. At the same time, I was sure that millions had me in their dreams, wishing they had a chance to rape me. Even without trying, I was corrupting more and more people.
I tried to set things right at the court hearing. I told them I gave my soul to Satan and he adopted me. I told them my job was to corrupt the world. I seduced people and killed my own mother after she did not respect my father. I told the judge that my dad was Satan. The judge said to strike that from the record. The judge told people that I have been traumatized by my mom and the cult and have been brainwashed.
Just as the judge was to give his judgement, a priest started shouting to kill Satan’s whore. He took out a big huge golden knife and waved it around while he ran towards me. I looked at the prosecuter and looked straight in his eyes while I spread my legs. I whispered to save me. The prosecutor looked very confused and I could see he started sweating. I kept repeating the words “save me,” as the prosecutors eyes went blank and the mad priest was coming closer. The prosecutor was in a daze as he sprang in front of the golden dagger and fought with the priest. The priest stabbed the prosecutor, but this gave the security guards a chance to capture the priest.
I smiled as I knew he would spend his life in a padded cell. I bet God was stamping his feet.
After the commotion, the judge said I was a victim and a sad case. He ordered me to stay at a secure children’s home until it was determined that I was safe for society. I suddenly realized that they were going to lock me up and throw away the key. It was like the innocent girl I once was burst through and I started to cry. I begged mom to forgive me. The guards pulled me away and led me to the secure house. When the nun there saw me, she sighed, “Is this the Satanist girl? She does not seem so dangerous. The poor girl is crying. Do not worry child, God lives here and he will protect you. Remember to pray!”
I walked into my room and the nun closed the door, advising me to get unpacked and used to my new home. There was a bed, a wardrobe, a small desk and a wooden cross. I flopped on the bed and cried. I missed my mom. I couldn’t believe that I killed her. Was I crazy? I looked around to see if my mom would appear.
There was nothing.
But a knock at the door… mommy?
It was a skinny young woman that begged to come in. She told me she snuck in and begged me not to scream- she was a journalist and just wanted to talk to me. She sat on my bed and saw tears in my eyes. She told me I did not look like a Satanist. I explained that it was like the devil was in my head. He told me what to think and what to do. He was the one that made me do evil things. I hoped he would never come back again.
There was a noise behind us and we turned around to see the cross fall, so now it was upside down. A voice came in my head, telling me that I have given my mind, soul and body to him. He told me it was cute I was fighting it, but it was too late. I was his and always will be, as with my offspring. I could feel the little girl voice in me screaming and calling her mother. I told her to shut up and remember that she killed her mother. I stared at the upside down cross as I felt my brain become darker. Satan was calling me back to him.
“Yes Master.”
The journalist asked me what I said. I looked down in my hands and suddenly there was a a black crayon in it. I looked at the woman and told her to go, she was wasting my time. She hestitated and I whispered, “If I was you, I would rush home, as your boyfriend is about to fuck the paperboy.”
She called me crazy. She called me brat.
When she was gone, I drew a picture of Satan on the wall with the black crayon. I usually could never draw amything, but it’s like someone was telling my hands where to draw. At the end, the drawing looked just like the old statue I used to adore at home. I went on my knees, adoring the image of Satan and listening to his commands as my mind went more and more blank. The girl’s screams could no longer be heard. The old me was now dead as well.
I went to explore the house. The doors were locked and the windows were barred. I went to the TV room where three boys and two girls was watching some cartoons. The boys started teasing me, saying that I was Satan’s bitch. They asked things like whether I really had sex with my teacher. They continued by saying I probably spread my legs for Satan. If they wanted me to cry, then they were going to be disappointed.
I went in front of the largest boy, and asked if he was afraid of me. Everyone stopped teasing me as I lowered myself to my knees and fished out his teen dick. They stared as I whispered and admitted I was Satan’s whore and that I would now make him happy, because Satan loved him. I spent the next 5 minutes with his small dick in my mouth. The others were in shock, telling me this was against rules and I was a slut. I didn’t mind; his dick tasted good and it was not dangerous. I was a good cocksucker and getting better. The boy enjoyed it a lot and after a bit was praising Satan. I smiled as he realized this was a gift from Satan, and the gift I got was his cum in my mouth. I left him sitting on a chair in a daze.
I was leaving the room as I heard another boy asking one of the girls for a blowjob. They both shouted no and said it was evil and disgusting.
I sighed and went back on my knees.
My stomach was now full of teen baby juice, so I walked back to my room. I wanted to tell my dad, Satan, what I done and see if he was proud of me. I was so shocked when I saw the janitor there. He was washing the picture of Satan off the wall. I started yelling and crying and he took me and lifted me on the bed. He explained that he was told to wash it off, and we were not allowed to draw on the walls.
I sat beside him on the bed an told him he had a sad life. He was not respected at work. He owed lots of money because he gambled. He had on big secret and that was that he was in love with his sister and maybe it’s a punishment from God that their daughter was handicapped.
The janitor looked at me with a strange expression of surprise and fear. He obviously wanted to know how I knew his best kept secret.
I used the next half hour to tell him that no one should judge him. Years of being judged and trying to keep a secret has made him weak. There was no such thing as sin, as sin was a man-made invention to surpress others. I told him that Satan was the one that loved him and wanted him to be in his family. I don’t know what the janitor was thinking. I could see that he was listening and staring into my eyes. A whisper said to me that his mind is being cleansed and he was starting to accept who his new manager was.
He asked how he could please Satan.
The drawing that he washed off the wall started to come back. The janitor was amazed and said he will give his soul, body and mind to Satan.
He then looked at me and muttered, “There is no such thing as a sin.” He quickly took off my clothes and started feeling me all over. I looked at the drawing of Satan and nodded my head. The fact that the janitor was about to use my body was his baptism. He lifted me on his lap and started kissing me. To be honest, I was tired after sucking all the boys, but this was a deal for Satan that had to be completed. He moaned as his eyes and hands devoured my naked body. He praised how smooth it was as well as how he liked I was nowhere near puberty. He lowered me to my back and spread my legs. He remembered the first time that he started molesting his sister, when she was a little girl.
Now he had me. The difference is I came with a price: his soul!
He started licking my pussy and I smiled and moaned as this always gave me great feelings. Then he put a pillow under me and took his cock out. He jabbed my pussy several times with his dick, but seemed not to get in. He tried to make an excuse, saying my pussy was small. Of course it was, I am a child. He spread my legs as far as he could and finally he was able to put it in. He pushed it with a huge moan. I smiled as I felt his stiff cock going in me. I knew that he now made a choice of who he would follow. The bed creaked as he kept pumping me and filling me more and more. I started to moan and groan and beg him to fill me with seed. We were both sweating when he let out a huge moan and I felt his warm baby juice fill me up.
He didn’t look at me but started putting his clothes on. He told me he never felt so alive, so powerful…. And now he would go home and molest his handicapped daughter.
I didn’t move. I put the pillow over my head and tried speaking with my mum. Why did she give me to the devil? Why did I have to corrupt everyone? What about his daughter? She would be hurt when he molested her. I was in tears but quickly became frightened when the room started shaking. I sat up in the bed and stared at Satan on the wall. I heard a voice, “Why is it so hard for you to let me do the thinking for you? You are the chosen girl. You will go down in history. You have agreed to this. Give your mind to me. Admit what you are.”
I was in a daze when my cell phone rang and I picked it up and said, “I am the devil’s angel, his whore.”
It was the journalist; she told me her name was Neveah. She said she wanted to know how I knew her boyfriend was screwing the young newspaper boy. I didn’t answer. Then she told me that she left him and now she wanted to help me. I did not answer. She continued and said she wanted to help me. It was time that I stopped believing in Satan and believing I was his sex toy. She asked a priest to come by and speak with me. I sighed and told her it would not help. But she could visit me in two days, the priest will be there.
I hung up. I may have been in doubt but Satan controlled me and even the way I thought. I went to sleep.
The next day, I was eating breakfast with the others. The boys were treating me like I was some celebrity. They wanted to sit next to me and tried to make me very happy. Of course I knew what they wanted. They wanted me to please their dicks like I had done the day before. The girls on the other hand were treating me like I was some disease. They thought I was a slut and a whore. There was only one answer to this: the voice in my mind was saying to make them the same.
We had some classes and they were allowed outside to play. The boys thought I would take them into the bush and take care of them there. However I had other business to attend. I went over to where the girls sat. They were talking about some teen idol and how sexy he was. When they saw me, they became very quiet.
I started to speak with them and tell them that I knew what they thought of me. I admitted I was a whore and a slut and even a cum dump. This caused their jaws to drop as I told them there was nothing wrong with letting boys and men play with you. I asked them if we were not born to please men, then why were we born with pussies and sexual feelings. After all, they were just saying how sexy a teen star was. I told them it did not hurt to have sex and was quite fun. I shut my mouth and let it sink in.
Then one girl whispered she wanted to hear more. I told them to follow me.
The two girls were in shock when they saw the drawing of Satan on my wall. One of the girls said it moved. Then they both were staring at Satan. I knew that it was time to brainwash them. I told them that Satan is real and he was not weak. God was very weak, in fact so weak that he no longer wanted to help the world. I asked them how God could be so mean in the old testament and so nice in the new one. I told them that Satan wants to take care of them and if they accepted him, they would be on the powerful team.
As I was saying this, I heard a knock on the door. It was the priest. It seemed like he heard everything I was saying. I told the girls to go out and think about what I said.
The priest’s name was Father Christopher. He sat down on my bed and looked at the picture and sighed. He told me I was playing a very dangerous game. He explained that God was very alive and he wanted us in his family. He wanted me back and he wanted me to do good in this life, to help others.
I looked in Christopher’s eyes and made sure my legs were spread so he could see my panties. I asked him if God wanted to be my friend, why he did not come himself? Why did he send some low ranking priest? The only comment the priest made was that he could see I was very mature.
I told him that following Satan was not bad, since when people followed God, they were worried if they did something right or wrong. Their conscience destroyed their lives. Satan did not believe in sin. The only evil was when people hurt others for no reason. Life was a gift and should be enjoyed. The priest was silent and looked at the drawing more closely. It seemed like he was speaking with the statue because he nodded once in a while.
He then told me he had to go, but asked when would be a good time to see me. I gave him a kiss on the nose and told him that he had seen the light. I told him Satan would help him to become the Pope. I also said that he wouldn’t have to listen to God. He could think that the altar boys were cute and even give them his own holy seed. I then whispered in his ear that my mom had sex with a priest who was a bishop now. I told him that if he wanted to use my body, he could. However it could not be now as the nuns here were walking about. He could visit the next day.
He slowly went towards the door and looked back. I nodded my head without him even asking a question and told him there were three sexy boys here. He would also meet them. He told me he doubted he would come back and whispered that I needed an exorcist.
The next day everything was normal. After supper, I washed the dishes. I went back to my room and found the other children there. They were staring at Satan on the wall. It was a beautiful sight, as I could see that they were all smiling as if they were speaking with him. The older girl told me that they all have devoted themselves to their new master, and they all knew what they had to do. The youngest boy said he was not gay, but he knew what he had to do.
The janitor was at the door and entered. He asked what they were waiting for. The children took his clothes off and started playing with him, and letting him play with them. It must have been strange for the janitor to have sexy children all over him.
He was taking the younger girl’s virginity when we heard another voice. It was Father Christopher. He was taking his clothes off and he said this was a lovely sight. Within no time, my bed was full of two men exploring all our bodies. The older boy was taking special care of the priest’s dick, and yes, the priest took the boy’s virginity.
Then we heard some screaming and shocked voices. It was the three nuns. They just looked at their priest, with his cock up a young boy’s bum. The priest told them to join the celebration of life and take off their clothes. The nuns were in shock and stood there. They were soon in a daze when their eyes were drawn to Satan on the wall. Two of the nuns took off their clothes and one nun ran.
I had never felt so many hands over me. There was no room on the bed, and people were now using pillows on the floor. The priest sounded a small bit worried, and he asked if the nun ran away to call the police. His holy juice was now in the boy’s bum. The nun came back. She was naked, but had a strap-on cock.
The orgy continued for an hour, however it was stopped when there were a few flashes in the window. It was Neveah, the journalist. She took a picture as the priest was fucking me and I had the younger boy’s cock in my mouth.
The next day, the children’s home was front page news. The Catholic church was once again in a sex scandal. Nuns and an unnamed priest were involved in the abuse of six children. The country was in an uproar and felt sorry for the children, especially me, who people remembered had a Satanist for a mum.
The children were put in a very strict child jail. I was kept in isolation most of the time. I knew they were afraid of me. I hated being in there and asked my master if this is what he planned for me.
The janitor was arrested and would be spending life in jail. He would no longer see his daughter. This was something she did not understand, as she was not mentally there. It was a huge news story, since it was shown he married his sister. People called him a pevert. He molested his sister, his daughter and us. I am sure his bum was used a lot in prison.
The Catholic church was in a panic. They moved the nuns to some secluded convent in Asia. They would spend the rest of their lives in a nun’s cell praying for forgiveness, while remembering how good it was.
Father Christopher was moved to another country and parish. No one there knew who he was. The experience changed him. No altar boy would ever be safe again and he was moved and moved.
The other children were sent to foster homes, but when potential parents heard about my past, they ran the other way. People were afraid of me. Some knew I killed my mum, others could see my black heart.
Was there any hope?
One day while I was asking my master to help me, a guard came and told me to follow. There was an old man and an old woman standing there. I was told they were my grandparents. So these were the people that disowned my mom when she became pregnant and refused to help her when we were homeless.
I was told I would now be living with them. It couldn’t be all that bad. Grandmother was smiling as she took my bag.
Grandpa didn’t smile; he told her I could carry my own bag.
