This story involves death, suicide, and frankly,
eternal damnation.
This is the story of how it all happened. How the
dark forces won the world, and how everyone welcomed it.
Before this, the world was a grey world. A world where
there was good and evil. There was a constant fight
between this darkness and light. Most people wanted the
light to win. It was frowned upon when people did bad
things. Despite this, the dark side was present. There
were thousands of laws to keep people happy and good.
I lived with my mother. Her name was Lizzy. She was a
devout Catholic. She prayed more than the pope himself and
knew everything that was good and what a Catholic should
do. She had me when she was 15. My dad was a priest, who
abused and raped her. My Mom did not get an abortion, as
it was against her religion. However I ruined her chances
of being a nun and dedicating her life to God.
I am Beth, and considering my dad was a priest, then I was
made by holy seed. Mom used to call me an angel because of
this. She raised me in the catholic faith and I did
everything that I was supposed to do. We lived alone, and
mom had several jobs, and we were dirt poor. But we were
happy. Mom got no help from her parents. They hated her
after she was pregnant at 15 and did not believe a priest
done it. They wanted her to live in a kennel. My mother
prayed until she finally ran away.
Satan himself found my mother, and he knew that I was a
product of holy seed. He slowly started to influence my
mother, by doing small things. He kept on asking her if
she would give herself to him. Mommy was a good Catholic
and said never. He tried this until I was 9, offering
everything to her, but she said no every time. God must
have been proud. Mommy was a good Catholic and was
winning. Fame nor money could not corrupt her.
When I was 9, Lucifer did something that meant Momma lost
her job. This means we were living off of nothing. Mommy
did what she could to get us something to eat and pay the
bills for the house. She even asked her own parents. They
told her she could come home and work on the farm, but she
was not allowed to take me. We ended living in a car. The
worst came when mom was told a social worker would be
coming to take me away from her.
Satan must have been smiling, because he came and spoke
with mom. He teased her a bit about living in the back of
the car and that I would be taken away by some social
worker. Mom looked at him and then she must have gone
crazy, “Remember you offered me wealth if I gave myself to
you?” she said as she moved closer to Satan. He just
laughed and told her it was too late. She tried to snuggle
against him and even reached out for his cock. I don’t
understand why. He had the body of a man, but his legs
were hooves and his head looked like a horse’s head, with
horns. He also had a tail. His cock was huge and red. I
was tired so I closed my eyes. But I could hear the devil
speaking with Mommy.
“I do not want you. I want your daughter and her child.”
“I can’t give her to you!”
“Well, in fact you can. You can give me permission to try
and get her soul and make her mine. I want her to be my
whore. I want her to work for me. I want her to beg me to
take her soul.”
“You want my 9 year old to be a whore? How can I ever
allow that? How could I ever allow her to give her soul to
you?”
“That is up to you. She will be a whore at some stage. She
will learn how to love cock. She will learn what her body
is for. You do not have to agree, however this means she
will just be taken from you. The alternative is that you
will never have to worry about money again, and you can
keep her.”
“I- I agree.”
Of course, I slept through all this. Even if I listened, I
wouldn’t have understood a word of it.
The next day, I woke up and I found myself in a bed. This
was strange; how did we get from a car to a bed? I got up
and walked around the house. I was only wearing panties.
The house was an old Victorian house. It looked old. It
was a bit weird as there were crosses that were upside
down. There was also a statue of a strange goat man that
was in the car. This statue also had a huge boy’s thing
sticking out. I walked in front of the statue. There was a
kneeling thing before it. I didn’t kneel but looked at the
statue. He looked powerful and strong. It was like he was
speaking to me to be his. I reached out to touch his long
thing, but at the last minute, I took my hand away. It was
too rude to do.
Mommy told me that he is the devil. Lucifer himself. She
no longer prayed to God, but prayed to him. I didn’t think
much about this except when I heard at school he is
supposed to be so evil. Mommy said that this was not true,
as look at what he has given us. I could see her point.
When she prayed to God, we lived in a car. Some things
they say at school were a bit weird. Like they said that
women that had sex with many men were whores, and that was
a sin and bad and what not. Mom was a whore as she had men
every night that paid her. She was happy and so were the
men that visited her. No one was hurt.
A year later I was a happy girl. I was now 10. I didn’t
mind praying to Satan and being a whore. There was
something magical about the statue of Satan. Every time I
saw him I felt like I was changing, like my mind was
changing. I didn’t want to but at the same time I did.
One night, I was trying to sleep. I never really prayed
anymore. I was turning around in the bed looking for a
good position. Then I heard this voice, “It is time we
train you. Your mother promised that I can train you. Of
course you may not like it. That makes no difference. I
think you are the sexiest 10 year old I have seen. I think
you will love serving me and you will even end up offering
yourself to me and want to have my baby.”
I looked around and could not see anyone. I banged my head
a few times with my fists. I thought I was going crazy.
The voice continued, “Your mother is a whore. She opens
her mouth and pussy and ass for men. They pay her to cum
in her. In doing this, they are paying homage to me. You
will now be a whore for me. You will open your mouth, your
pussy and your ass for men. Society forbids this… for now.
In sperming in you, they will move closer and closer to
me. You will make the world a better place for
paedophiles. I think at the end, you will love cocks and
even crave them. You will be my mistress. Until then, get
used to what you are… a whore.”
I was no longer stupid. I knew exactly what he was talking
about. I should have felt disgusted, but I felt weird
sensations through my body. I reached below, feeling my
hairless pussy, and ended up sticking a finger in. Satan
said I was to be a whore. I felt weird sensations going
through my body as my finger ploughed in and out. I
wondered if it felt like this when I was a whore. If it
did, I shouldn’t fight against it.
A few days went by after this dream. I looked at all of
Mommy’s men coming in to use her holes. I was waiting for
men to come to me. The thought made me often shake. Would
it hurt? Would I like it? Would God kill me? Did I care if
God cared? Did I have to do what Satan wanted? I could
have been God’s angel. I went out and looked at the statue
of Satan and I suddenly felt better. I didn’t have to
think and it felt like I was on a cloud.
It was a Friday. I was finished at school. No one really
liked me at school, because they thought I was too
provocative. Mommy liked me to have clothes that showed
lots of skin. Most of them showed my belly, and I had
shorts that were shorter than panties. Most of my clothes
were tight. I looked like a slut. I have been called it
enough times that I knew what it meant. I never thought
about the clothes I wore. Momma wore them too, so why
should it be bad?
On my way home, I went for a walk through the church. I
looked at the cross on it and wondered if God was more
powerful than Satan was. Then I wondered why there were so
my bad things. Why did we have to sleep in the car? I
looked at the cross and understood why mum prayed to
Satan. Most likely it was Satan that was good and God that
was bad. Imagine all those people praying to a god that
only wants to screw them.
We were not allowed to go through the woods behind the
church. They said it was haunted. I heard this voice in my
head tell me it was time to be trained. So I walked in the
forest. It was very dense. A lot of the plants looked like
vines that were growing all over the place. The trees were
mega tall, so you could not see the sunlight. I think many
of the girls would have been afraid. I wasn’t afraid. I
slept in a car once; what can be scarier than that?
As I was looking around, I felt these vines wrap around my
legs. They dragged me to the ground. I was on my back as
some more wines held my hands. I was struggling to get
free but they were too strong. More vines appeared and
they started ripping my clothes off. I was afraid now. I
was in the middle of the woods and I was naked. I started
screaming but knew no one would hear me. A large vine
appeared and I could see that it looked like a huge dick,
especially the top. I started screaming again, but the
dick vine just plunged down in my mouth. My lips were
stretched as it filled my mouth. It started going in and
out and I could hear this voice saying not to use my teeth
and to play with it with my tongue. I started doing this,
and after a few minutes I didn’t mind it being in my
mouth.
The voice kept on calling me a cocksucker and saying it
was time to lose my virginity. I saw another dick vine
appear and it suddenly dived into my pussy. It hurt at the
start; I wanted to scream but I had this dick thing in my
mouth. I felt like the plant was splitting me into two! I
begged for the vine to stop, but it just started going in
and out. It was hard to think as the dicks were in my
mouth and pussy. Then the dick in my mouth suddenly
stopped and it flooded my mouth with its baby juice. I
choked and spit it out. I could hear the voice sighing and
saying I should not spit it out. I was now breathing hard
as I felt the plant’s cock come back in my mouth. This
time I was used to the taste, but it hurt my jaw still and
my mouth felt numb as it kept going in and out. I felt a
pain and wanted to scream but I was plugged. My mind was
going numb and this voice asked me if I would devote
myself to Satan, and give him my body and soul. As the
plant’s sperm flooded my body from all sides, I said yes
to Lucifer.
When I came home, Mom saw the mess that I was in. She was
upset and mad. She shook me and told me that I was an
angel and God’s angel. She tried lifting the statue of
Satan, but couldn’t. She screamed that it had to go, as it
was controlling my mind and corrupting it. She couldn’t
lift the statue. She collapsed to the floor. She was
crying, “It is my fault; I gave you to Satan. Now he
controls your mind and your body. He has brainwashed you.
He has groomed you!”
I got mad, and went to my room. I decided that I would
give myself to Satan. He did not control my mind, or groom
me. I know what you are all thinking. How could I be so
stupid and not see it. Would you?
The next day, I was at school. I was wearing a miniskirt
and a crop top. I was about to go to school when I looked
at the statue of Satan. I went into a daze and just stared
at him. I heard a voice saying, “Teacher… first victim…
seduce and damn him.”
The statue must be talking about my teacher. He was new
and had just earned his teaching degree. He was young and
quite cute. I saw him in the hallway and was proud that he
would give his soul to Satan. The whispers of the statue
went through me. I was not going to be a slut and throw it
at the teacher. I was smiling and hoping I would please my
new master. I didn’t even realize that the other children
were calling me slut and whore. At least until the teacher
told them there was nothing wrong with me.
After class, he told me to stay behind. He told me that
the other children teased because I showed too much skin.
I liked the way he stammered and blushed when he said
this. I looked straight in his eyes and whispered that he
liked me this way. I knew what he wanted and he could have
it. He just stared at me as his hands started going up my
thighs. He told me that his mind was going blank. I smiled
as I knew my body was taking over his mind. He stripped me
naked and told me to suck his dick. I got on my knees and
slowly put it me, making sure it got lots of licking and
kisses. I then started moving back. I heard him moaning
more and more and he was complaining that I was a witch
and brainwashed him. I wanted to giggle thinking it was
too late, his dick was in my mouth and his soul was now
mine. I gagged a bit when he started cumming in my mouth.
He called me a cocksucker and told me to get out. I smiled
as I looked back and saw his head on the desk, crying.
When I came home my mother was holding rosary beads and
she said she could see I was doing the devil’s work. She
told me to repent. The statue looked at her and whispered.
“You’re daughter slut was born innocent. It was you that
sold her and allowed me to mould her mind. It is too late
now!”
It was the weekend and I thought that I could relax and
see if I could seduce the teacher the following week.
However the doorbell rang. Mom called me down to the
sitting room and told me that this policeman wanted to
speak with me.
I went down wearing hot pants and a trainer bra, even
though I was very flat. I skipped out and saw a policeman.
He was wearing an old suit and it was wrinkled. He wasn’t
shaven. I bet he was a lonely man that needed some sex. I
heard the statue’s voice telling me he was next. The words
kept going around in my head and were becoming louder and
louder. It was only when I said yes that the voice calmed
down.
The policeman opened his pad, and explained that there was
someone at the school that saw me sucking a teacher. He
gave a small speech about this, saying how bad it was for
a teacher to have me suck him. He warned that the teacher
would be punished but he needed me to confirm this. I rose
up and walked over to him, stripping as I walked slowly.
By the time I reached him, I was naked. I told him the
teacher loved my body and wanted to join Lucifer’s family.
The police officer was now sweating and whimpered that’s
all he needed to know. I was a bit surprised when my mom
asked if he wanted to fuck me. I looked at her and could
see she was blank and I knew Satan was controlling her
mind.
The police officer did not say anything. He lifted me on
the sofa and took down his trousers. I smiled as his cock
was already big. He didn’t say a word besides telling mom
that her daughter was a slut. He bent down and started to
lick my pussy. It felt so good; it was like electricity
was hitting my body. Then with a grunt, he pressed his
cock in my pussy. I let out a yelp and looked at the
ceiling when he pounded in and out. I looked towards the
statue. The man was grunting and I was moaning. The statue
was smiling. I knew that Satan was happy. The policeman
spermed in me and then sat in the sofa.
I was exhausted. He looked at mum “You are just as bad as
me. You let your daughter be a slut.” Mum was crying as
well, and for the first time in a while, she was praying
to God. I sighed and told her it was too late for that and
went over and kissed Satan on his dick.
I found out later that the policeman committed suicide.
The next week I had sex every day. It was part of my life
now. The teacher was arrested and everyone knew why. This
meant the other girls knew I was a slut. The older boys
liked it and wanted to have sex with me. I only allowed
them if they hailed Satan and promised to be one of
Lucifer’s children.
I even had sex with the principal. His dick was small. He
started by telling me I was brainwashed and something is
controlling my mind. Then I started preaching about Satan,
and how he wanted us to be free. Sin was man-made, not
natural. Sex was not bad. God was so weak he never allowed
us to do anything. We ended up having sex. If you walk in
his office now, you will see a small upside-down cross
behind a plant.
Mom cried every time she saw me. Once when I came home,
she told me to repent for my sins and be God’s angel
again. She reminded me that my dad was a priest. I was
made from holy sperm. I just went over to the statue and
once again worshipped it by kissing its dick.
This must have made my mom angry. She gathered all her
strength and this time, she managed to knock the statue to
the ground. It broke into 1,000 pieces. I was mad for a
few seconds but as I saw the statue in pieces, I felt
something in my mind leaving me. I started to cry as I
realized that I allowed myself to be a whore of Lucifer. I
cried as I remembered all the people I corrupted and had
sex with. I was only 10! God would never forgive me.
There was some black smoke rising from the statue pieces.
Mom was happy as she saw she seen her angel back. The
melted statue now looked like the plant I had seen in the
woods once. It was a cock plant. The vines of the plant
pulled my clothes off. Some vines held mom. I cried as I
saw the dicks. I asked mom to help me. I told her I loved
her. I asked God to help me.
15 minutes later, one of the dicks exploded in my pussy
and the other dick squirted in my mouth. The plant’s sperm
was black. Mom screamed as she saw my veins go black. She
told me that the devil is taking my body and will control
how I act and think. She said my eye irises were no longer
green, but black.
I was back. I looked at the pieces of the statue and said
I would no longer be weak. There was a broken stone there
that looked like a knife.
I looked at my mother and told her she was no longer
needed. I asked why God did not help us. Is it because he
is too weak or he does not care? I raised the knife as my
mom reminded me I just said I loved her. It was too late.
I mumbled some words worshipping Lucifer and saying I
would sacrifice my mum for him.
I plunged the knife in her.
13 times!
Mum died and a light came from her body. She stood above
me as an angel. She had tears in her eyes. “You have been
adopted by Lucifer. Fight and set yourself free. Repent.
God will forgive you. You have murdered me. I want you to
know I forgive you!”
I stabbed my dead mom over and over.
An hour later, two policewomen came in the door. They saw
the broken stone 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 police women 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.
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