DISCLAIMER: The following is fiction. The characters in this story have been made up. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions or attitudes. This is story is intended for adult entertainment only. All Rights Reserved © 2018 LITTLESALLY666.

AUTHORS NOTES: This is a story I wrote for ‘Sandra in Hell’ – It’s based on a script that she outlined. I hope you like it Sandra. Kisses.

STORY CODES: Blasphemy, Young, Supernatural, Satanic, Abuse, Incest, Evil, Devil Worship, NC, Retards, Sexual Sin, Sex Demons, Murder (Human Sacrifice).

CREATED: 20.11.2018 (V9)

BELZEBA IN HELL – SYNOPSIS

Belzeba’s a very naughty little girl. She’s pretty and has just turned twelve. She has a completely flat chest with big puffy and sensitive nipples. Her body is perfectly hairless and her smooth skin and slender legs make her a perverts delight. She smiles warmly with sweet breath and saliva, while thinking evil thoughts while watching herself in the dressing mirror. She can’t help herself. She lightly brushes up against her protruding pussy lips and erect little clitoris. No, she’s not fantasizing about the handsome young boy next door. Far from it. She adores the sick and twisted that pollute her tiny young soul with thoughts of goading old hags that force her to lick their disdained, wet and saggy labia. She masturbates obsessively as she prays to Satan and dreams of cemeteries, tombs and sex with cadavers. Belzeba’s private world is about to change. First through her incestuous seduction of her own father; and then a chance encounter with Beauvoir, a so-called Vodou priest from Haiti, who promises her a pathway to serve Satan through the rape and abuse of retards. Yes, Belzeba’s a very naughty girl and she going to do many nasty and evil things…

 

BELZEBA IN HELL – CHAPTER 3 (2,498 WORDS)

Belzeba draws a picture of a monk and a black man fucking a screaming retard girl. She masturbates as she illustrates the saga of her visitation to the asylum – a place of fornication and sin that she knows is run by the corrupt and wicked brotherhood. She imagines herself as their Queen of Perversity… she sees herself as a young succubus in the making. She prays to Satan to grant her this special wish. 

I wasn’t sure at first. I mean, I’ve seen it, while watching sadomasochistic sex videos of people whipping one another – where the darkly cladded Dom beats the naked submissive with a riding crop. Do they scream in pain or pleasure? I’m not sure. I was apprehensive, but still my little baby cunt was wet and open as I even fingered myself and I contemplated my actions. The mongoloid girl was crying or maybe more accurately, sobbing deeply – sometimes sounding even out-of-breath from the deepness of her wallows. She seems to have no real understanding of what is truly happening, only, like a very young naive child, she wants to avoid the pain and conflict.

Brother Gabriele said that the reason that they were in the cells in the first place, was because of their propensity to be repeat offenders – but this retard girl showed no animosity or unruliness. Beauvoir said something about ‘doing it’. So, what the fuck? I thought. She’s a fucking stupid retard anyway. Who the fuck cares. Satan needs the retards to suffer. They all need to feel pain!

I cried ‘Hail Satan’ and brought the long-handled riding crop down against the small girl’s waifish white buttocks.

WHACK!

The sound was very satisfying. Mmmm. The retard yelped and her entire body stiffened. Where I had made contact across her pale butt cheeks, there was a thin red line. It was already welting. Maybe bleeding. Mmmm. My naughty fingers got busy between my legs. My sex juices were flowing like a fucking waterfall. The fucking little retard sounded hysterical, trying to cry out but at the same time she’s kind of hyperventilating. Like a scream without any sound, more like a gulping fish out of water. OHHHHH… FUCK YER! It made me feel very powerful. Belzeba was in control.

WHACK!

I brought the whip down again. Was this what it felt like to make others suffer in Hell? A dream. A fantasy. To be a sex demon? Oh fuck yes! I liked the feeling of this. I’d jammed three fingers inside my needy cunt and I noticed Brother Gabriele furiously masturbating is circumcised cock. They were both goading me to do more. I ran my hand over the retard’s back and down over her scrawny little ass. Fucking retard. Fucking stupid retard. I lightly flicked the end of the whip across her neck, shoulder blades and the curve of her back. She whimpered and groaned unintelligibly.

WHACK!

I hit her again. OH FUCK… I loved this. My cunt was on fire! I hoped that Satan was watching.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Three times more. I was so close to cumming now. Fuck I loved hurting this stupid retard bitch, but then her body suddenly just went limp. The regard girl just seemed to slump against the wall. Her naked weight dangling unconsciously in the heavy metal manacles.

She must have passed out?

Brother Gabriele throw a pale of icy water over the retard and she seemed to reanimate. She was now delirious. Her guttural sounds were that of some kind of animal… an animal that needed to be punished before my Dark Master.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

OH FUCK, SATAN! I screamed as my orgasm shuddered from head to toe. My upper thighs were drenched and I was shaking all over from the intensity of my cum. OH, CHRIST BE FUCKED! It was beautiful. I licked my cunt juices from my fingers. I was thinking about fucking Brother Gabriele’s skinless sausage. Maybe I could have the both of them fuck me, from front and the back….

No, I wanted to see more of this wonderland.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

She was now kind of bloody. A bloody mess. HAIL SATAN…

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The Benedictine Temple looked like something straight out of classic horror story.

Black, red and gold. The central chamber was darkly appointed with all the ritual trappings and insignia of satanic lust. Every cornice was embellished with gargoyled sex demons with impossibly elongated cocks. Torch-fires cracked and burned, illuminating the Gothic vaulted interior with an aromatic oiliness that filled the air with something that stroked my already overactive libido. Fuck Christ Almighty, I was so fucking horny. My cunt was dripping with my girl-juices. As we all striped naked, I tried to control myself, but the evil sensations made me want to hump against anything and everything. My hips pumped first the air and then against my eager fingers and palm. Mmmmm. I wanted to filled with the Devil’s phallus.

As we moved further inside the Benedictine Temple, we noticed that there was already a large gathering. A throng of horny monks, both male and female. They all sang perverted hymns as they masturbated themselves in praise of their Devil God. The monks were all naked and like Brother Gabrielle all were malnourished in appearance – the females especially looked gaunt as their breasts were either very flat and small or loosely sagging with the lack of fleshy substance. Their Benedictine faces and shaven heads were covered in a blackish muslin material that pulled their noses almost flat (as if covered in black nylon stockings), with only a slit cut for their mouths. Upon their heads they all wore a black crown with horned attachments to complete their demonic attire.

Brother Gabriele guided Beauvoir and I to take a seat along a semicircular wooden pew that lined the outer perimeter of the Temple proper. At each seating space there was a small protrusion, a penile projection intended for prostate masturbation and anal penetration. Of course I don’t have a prostate, but still enjoyed having the smooth wooden phallus up my rear.

We had an excellent view of the debauchery that was about to begin. Brother Gabriele and Beauvoir, sat either side of me. I immediately lent forward to suck Brother Gabriele’s thick cut cock. My eager fingers held it upright as I licked and sucked it like a lollypop. His hips raised and fell as he fucked both my mouth and the wooden phallus that was now deep in his ass.

Brother Gabriele’s cock tasted distinctly of anus – that nasty bitter chocolate taste of shit slime. I lapped his length, savoring the perverted flavor, while I toyed with his heavy sweaty balls. He grunted in pleasure, groaning and let out a long whole string of blasphemous praises. He was obviously enjoying my oral efforts until Beauvoir said that I should sit up and watch – he didn’t want me to miss the impeding ritual. Reluctantly I did as he said but continued to masturbate the bucking monk.

I counted over thirty naked young Benedictine monks (half male and half female) as they all danced before their Demonic idol in the circular central area of the Benedictine Temple. Hail Satan. The male monks all had hard cocks (and black cock rings like Brother Gabriele). I wanted to fuck each and everyone of them. I wanted a delicious Benedictine cum bath before the looming idol of the evil Baphomet. Hail Baal. Hail Baphomet!

Brother Gabriele explained that the Benedictine Order were about to perform, what he called, a nocturnal necromancy. This was a special event that even Beauvoir hadn’t previously witnessed. Beauvoir said that it was a great honor to be present. Necromancy. I had never heard that word before. He explained that the priestly necromancers would summon evil sexual spirits to fill the bodies of the recently deceased – to cross over from the domain of Hell to our earthy world for the duration of their satanic orgy ritual. He said that demonic resurrection brought about a new level of power into their individual life forces – the sheer presence of these sex demons created the most powerful orgasms he had every experienced. He said it was hard to describe exactly… something like cumming over and over for hours!

Brother Gabriele pointed to a naked well-endowed young boy that they had restrained before the looming demonic idol. He added that, by the recently deceased, he meant that they would kill a retard boy, so that the spirit of the sex demon would enter him and occupy his physical body – be it only for a while, but this high moon ritual would change everything I’d every imagined.

While both Beauvoir and Brother Gabriele masturbated furiously, my cunt oozed a miniature river of girl cum as my digits were busy fingering my hard little clit. My eyes focused on the naked retard boy that they were about to sacrifice through suffocation. There were monks taking turns in sucking the retard’s erection as their Grand Bishop entered. The Grand Bishop was naked besides wearing a black, satanically signed, stole. Upon his head, he wore a black miter adorned with a bright red-colored inverted cross.

As the Grand Bishop advanced toward the center of the Benedictine temple, I noticed his phallic staff. He knelt before the Demonic idol, kissing it’s erect penis, lavishing it with passionate tongue kisses. The Benedictine brothers and sisters looked on anxiously. The Grand Bishop then took his position behind the sacrificial offering. By this time the retarded boy was frantic and successive monks continued his pleasuring. The boy’s penis was enormous for his body size. It looked about ten or eleven inches long and as thick as my ankles. The Grand Bishop pressed his erect cock against the retard’s anus. A virgin. The other Benedictine monks were all furiously masturbating, as we were too as the Grand Bishop prepared to suffocate him.

At the appointed moment, the Grand Bishop, who was by now sodomizing the retard, began to suffocate him from behind. He squeezed the young boy’s windpipe that was wrapped in his black stole. The retard thrashed about, but the other monks prevented his movements, and soon he was overcome and his body hung lifeless on the rock hard cock of the Grand Bishop – the retard’s cock shriveled and wilted. I think I must have already cum three or four times by then – my fingers moved like a blur. My body convulsed. Fuck! Satan be praised! Somehow, I managed to gain control of myself enough to watch the incantations of the Grand Bishop, who’s cock was buried deep in the retard’s bowels.

There was a brief moment of nothingness. Almost disappointment. But then, without warning the lifeless body of the strangled retard began to move again. It was no longer limp and lifeless. It became vigorously reanimated. The retard screamed and while in this disturbingly agitated state, the Grand Bishop seemed to be close to orgasm whilst his cock was buried deep inside the dead retard’s shitter. Yes, the incubus that they had summoned, seem to buck against his anal rapist, as the retard’s body pressed backwards to meet the frenzied thrusts of the Grand Bishop, in his efforts to cum. The dead retard’s cock rose again, hard and dripping with pre-cum. It looked even bigger, stiffer and pulsed as they danced back and forth, joined through satanic sodomy. Incubus and Bishop. As the Grand Bishop reach climax, so did everyone else, including me… I screamed loudly… uncontrollably… my orgasm was so powerful, I fell to the floor, squirming around, squirting girl cum as both Brother Gabriele and Beauvoir also lost control.

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Belzeba draws a coffin. It’s her father’s coffin. It’s been three days since the funeral and she now lives with Beauvoir who fucks her five or six times a day. His thick, long nigger cock is always hard for her tiny white holes. She writes in her diary…

It’s been three days since my father died.

Everyone at the funeral was very sad with the exception of myself. Of course I didn’t anyone else know that – as they may get suspicious. So I pretended to cry and be the ever-faithful grieving daughter. Truth be known, I will missed humiliating him. Towards the end, I gave him no pleasure. I forbid him to ejaculate. Incest Daddy looked hungry and tortured by his lack of sexual gratification.

There were relatives that I have never met before. They all looked gloomy and dressed in their black attire. I was dressed in black too.

They made me lay flowers on Incest Daddy’s coffin. I guess my relatives all got their monies worth. They sold the house and all my families stuff – none of them wanted to look after me. They said that I’m an awfully weird child that should be in a home. But they were all surprised when Beauvoir arrived and announced that he was my legal guardian (I got Incest Daddy to sign my guardianship before he died). I think they were all relieved of the responsibility – they never gave a fuck about me before my father’s death and they sure weren’t going to start after he passed away. Fuck my stupid family.

I haven’t told you about the death of my father. The police said something about a breaking-and-entering gone horribly wrong. There had been blood everywhere. I mean the place looked like a butcher’s shop. How my father ended up dead and castrated, they were not sure of the exact circumstances, but blood loss would have been obvious… maybe even shock. But they ‘rescued’ a young girl (who had hid beneath a blood-soaked bed). She was frozen in fear. They said that it must have been a nightmare – and they where not surprised at my ‘catatonic’ state of silence.

The police never found his genitalia.

After the autopsy and inconclusive investigation had ended. My father’s body was finally released for burial. It was Beauvoir who had made special arrangements with his ‘friends’ at the funeral home to have my father’s casket to be delivered to the three black witches at the catacombs of the abandoned church; and an empty coffin was lowered into the cold hard ground as his grieving family gathered around.

I recognized the gaunt-looking priest, that presided over the burial as our very own Brother Gabriele. He came over to console me as I cried. His cock was very hard and I pressed myself against him, so that I could get the thrill of his arousal rubbing against me in front of all my grieving family. Hail Satan. Brother Gabriele whispered that the Benedictine monks would soon have another necromancy ritual – and that I should come along again with Beauvoir. He knew that it would cheer me up, to see another retard die at the hands of their evilly perverted Bishop.

 

BELZEBA IN HELL – CHAPTER 4 (2,200 WORDS)

Belzeba draws a brightly colored coffin. It’s her father’s coffin. It’s the coffin of Incest Daddy. It has been three days since the funeral and she now lives with Beauvoir who fucks her five or six times a day. His thick, long nigger cock is always hard for her tiny white holes. Whether it’s oral, vaginal or anal she is always very needy. She loves to be cum soaked in nigger semen. She acts like a little child, cute and excited, sometimes just to get his attention – but inside she knows that she’s using him to get her own dark and perverted forms of satisfaction. She loves Satan. She love evil. And she knows, in her wicked heart that she has no limits… She writes in her diary…

It’s been three days since my father died.

It was a gloomy day. Overcast. It even rained for a while as we all stood there in the bleakness. Everyone at the funeral ceremony was very sad with the exception of myself. Well, they appeared to be sad. I guess it’s a mask they all wear to hid their own fear of mortality. Fear of their fucking God. Their unforgiving God. One who punishes pleasure and sexuality. It makes me sick. My sinning father has gone to hell. He now belongs to the Devil.

I smile inside. My demonic joy flows through me. Wickedness is so invigorating. Of course, I didn’t anyone else know that – as they may get suspicious. So I continue pretending – pretending to cry and be the ever-faithful grieving daughter. Truth be known, I will missed humiliating him. Towards the end, I gave him no pleasure. I forbid him to ejaculate. Incest Daddy looked hungry and tortured by his lack of sexual gratification.

There were relatives that I have never met before. They all looked somber – dressed in their black attire. I was dressed in black too (but that is because black is Satan’s color).

They made me lay white flowers on Incest Daddy’s coffin.

I guess my relatives all got their monies worth. They sold our house and all my families stuff – none of them wanted to look after me. I was more of an inconvenience. They all said that I’m an awfully weird child that should be put in a home. But they were all surprised when Beauvoir arrived and announced that he was my legal guardian (I got Incest Daddy to sign my guardianship to Beauvoir before he died). I think they were all relieved of the responsibility – they never gave a fuck about me before my father’s death and they sure weren’t going to start after he passed away. Fuck my stupid family. Fuck them all.

I haven’t told you about the death of my father.

The police said something about a breaking-and-entering gone horribly wrong. There was blood everywhere. I mean the place looked like a fucked up butcher’s shop. How my father ended up dead and castrated, they were not sure of the exact circumstances, but blood loss would have been obvious… maybe even shock.

The local newspaper had reported that the police had ‘rescued’ a young girl (who had hid beneath a blood-soaked bed). Hey said that she had been found, “frozen in fear”. They even used that as their headline. The police had commented that it must have been a nightmare – and they where not surprised at my ‘catatonic’ state of silence.

The paper never reported that the police never found the victim’s genitalia.

After the autopsy and inconclusive investigation had ended, my father’s body was finally released for burial. They had lots of theories about the motive but nothing proved substantive, so the murder remained unsolved.

What the authorities did not know was that, Beauvoir had made special arrangements with his ‘friends’ at the funeral home to have my father’s casket to be delivered to the three black witches at the catacombs of the abandoned church; and an empty coffin was lowered into the cold hard ground as his grieving family gathered around.

The next day, it seemed, the story had already lost its gory appeal – something new had taken its place in the local tabloids.

I recognized the gaunt-looking priest, that presided over the burial as our very own Brother Gabriele. Brother Gabriele came over to console me as I cried. Secretively, he whispered his love of wickedness. Hidden beneath his long black cassock, I could feel that his cock was very hard. I pressed myself against him, so that I could get the thrill of his arousal rubbing against me in front of all my grieving family. Hail Satan.

Brother Gabriele whispered that the Benedictine monks would soon have another necromancy ritual – and that I should come along again with Beauvoir. He knew that it would cheer me up, to see another young retard die at the hands of their evilly perverted Grand Bishop.

He was right, of course.

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Belzeba draws a picture of naked father. In her drawing, it is clear that her deceased father has taken on a more morose zombie-like appearance of the dead reanimated – but there is another detail that is obviously anatomically incorrect… as his penis is fully erect and extremely long and thick, nothing like the pathetic endowment of her actual murdered father.

The mambo witches are ecstatically pleased with my gifting to their hounfo.

The three ugly old hags had tirelessly prepared my father’s corpse for their special Vodou Petro rite that will resurrect my father’s spirit from beyond the grave. To reanimating his cold cadaver to make him into their zombi lover. Or at least for the duration of their Vodou carnival orgy.

That’s not all, with the assistance of Brother Gabriele, the mambo witches had possession of the body of the dead young retard that we’d witnessed being suffocated at the Benedictine Temple and had subsequently been host for the presence of the summoning (the sex demon that had been brought forth from the depths of Hell to preside over their orgy of necromancy).

The witches call them their Petro – these Vodou devils ‘mounted’ the living and more profoundly, the recently deceased to cross over into our world.

The mambo witches use their sacred knowledge as they magically conjoin the boy’s enormous penis to the empty pelvis of my castrated father. Incest Daddy is now restored to a new kind of sexual prowess and they give him a new name. The new name is Legba, the gatekeeper of the underworld who is renowned among the witches for his enormous phallus.

I was to be their hounsis, or initiate, at this new and exciting ritual.

The black mambo witches tell me all about their beloved Petro and their banda ritual dance. They say that the dancers’ eyes are open wide when the Petro is in their minds. The spirits will assume control of their bodies. As a hounsis, I must serve the Petro.

They also say in some forms of voodoo that the banda dance is not intended for sexual stimulation; that, in fact, the men and boys are supposed to avoid erection while deep in this trance and that the women and girls are to avoid any form of masturbation.

The witches laugh and tell me that in their form of demon worship that this is completely untrue; and that the Petro that the black mambo witches worship, not only encourage sexual promiscuity, but insist upon acts of extreme obscenity, wantonness and sexual perversity. I truly cannot wait. My little cunt was a waterfall of cunt juices. They went on to add that the more perverse – the better! I can see that the black mambo, even though they are themselves reincarnate, they truly do their Devil’s work between our world.

Beauvoir smiles. He lounges naked, hot and sweating profusely; as he leisurely strokes his long black cock flesh. His heavy black-skinned body smells of sour vinegar and nigger sweat.

I look into the coffin. The naked body of my father lays listlessly against the wooden deathbed. The witches beckon me… It’s time that the banda sex dance begins and they guide me to step into the open coffin. There really isn’t much room inside, but with my leg straddled above the shoulder’s of Incest Daddy’s corpse.

I close my eyes momentarily and feel the throbbing beat. I start to gyrate and thrust back and forth as the witches instruct me. The beat is strong. The Vodou chant and rhythm are as one. I balance myself and let the wicked beat fill my evil soul.

The witches chant louder, their ugly naked bodies sway back and forth, as they gather around the open top coffin. The drum beat gets louder and louder. It’s building towards a crescendo. The witches look agitated as they chant strange words that I believe are in Creole; maybe they aren’t words of this world. My body too, dances to this strange rhythm – my hips thrust back and forth as I finger my overheated cunt to the encouraging grunts of Beauvoir and Brother Gabriele. Faster and faster. My heart is thumping in my chest. My juices pour forth over Incest Daddy, as I dance directly over his corpse. My thrusts match the beat. Yes! Faster. Faster still…

“Arise! Arise!” The mambo witches scream as they masturbate upon their long white bone phalluses.

I’m dripping like a cunt fountain. My sexual juices soak my Incest Daddy’s face and neck. The corpse is now soaked, but still the beat urges me on. Yes! Fuck! Unholy Fuck! It’s happening. Incest Daddy begins to move. He begins to rise. His body is still pasty and death grey… but it’s alive.

I step back, out of the coffin.

Brother Gabriele and Beauvoir join in the witch’s in their insane chanting.

“Arise! Arise! Arise Evil One!”

Incest daddy sits upright. His skeletal facial features are as a kind of death mask soaked in my cunt juice. I notice that his head has small horns protruding from his broken forehead. A demon. His eyes open for the first time. His dilated red pupils stare out at me from yellowish eyeballs. He sees his killer. He sees his liberator. Incest Daddy grins evilly back at me with his demonic sharp teeth.

The wickedness of the mambo witches magick sizzles and crackles as they pull Incest Daddy forth.

“Arise! Arise! Arise Evil One!”

He stands up and his cock is pointing upwards towards the ceiling in obscene salute. They take turns in sucking his cock and Incest Daddy groans in enjoyment of their oral slaving – but all the time, his carnal eyes burn, as they transfix on my lilt form. He wants me. Even from beyond the grave. My Incest Daddy wants to fuck his baby child.

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Belzeba pricks her thumb. She squeezes it and then smears the blood onto the pages her demon’s diary – she draws first a vertical line and then a horizontal one, forming the shape of a blasphemous inverted cross. Her fingers continue to play with her baby cunt lips… teasing herself as she writes in her perverted journal…

Hail Satan! Hail Lilith! Hail the Host of Hell.

Oh, I’ve just realized, I haven’t told you the story about how Incest Daddy dies.

Well, the police offices found me at the murder scene. I was covered in blood – my father’s blood. His dead body lay naked and stretched across my bedding. His wrists had been handcuffed to the bedpost above his head. He’d been castrated.

It wasn’t exactly an orgy of evidence. No. There were signs of a struggle and of forced entry. But nothing that made the scene look staged. And of course… there was a catatonic girl curled up in a fetal positioning under her bed.

They tried to interview me. They asked many questions. But I just stared straight ahead and sometimes I just cried. They eventually stopped trying to get me to say anything and I was taken under care at the hospital, until my relatives could be found.

Just a few short hours before the police arrived (they got some kind of anonymous tip off) – I lure Incest Daddy into my bedroom with the promise of a fist-job. He just loves it when I bring him off. His cock is hard and his hips jerked back and forth in anticipation of his impending pleasuring. He’d been denied any gratification for several weeks; and was besides himself as I dance naked and provocatively before him. I love exposing my baby cunt and rubbing the puffy lumps that are my breasts.

To increase the tempo I touch myself between my legs, rubbing my fingers up and down, and then in between my oily slit. I stop and suck my dirty little digits before his hungry eyes. I can see his evil thoughts and lecherous desires. The father-daughter incest game is still exciting to him. But alias, I’ve grown tired of my toy. It’s time for something new. As I continue getting him all steamy, his pathetic cock is dribbling a river of pre-cum. Still he dared not masturbate himself despite his extreme arousal – whilst watching my perverted little sex show.

I point to my stripped bed and he wastes no time, laying naked across it with his legs apart. I indicate that he is to place his hands above his head, placing his upward facing palms against the metal frame of my bedhead. He follows my commands and I handcuff him tightly. It feels go to be in complete control. His hips raise and fell and he bleats like a hapless goat (awaiting ritual sacrifice… which, ironically it’s not so far from the truth).

I now climb onto the mattress, between his open thighs. The devil is in me. I feel his wantonness… his demonic lust.

Incest Daddy can smell my dirty little unwashed cunt. His pathetic little cocklet twitches before me, eager for my vulgar touch… eager for me to bring him to a mind-numbing, cum-blasting orgasm. But tonight, it isn’t going to happen. I smile wickedly and secretly enjoy this evil moment. I begin to rub him… very slowly and deliberately. I draw the foreskin of his cock back and forth.

Precum flows across the tips of my fingers as I continue teasing him. His little organ throbs between my slender fingers. I rub it’s length (what there is of it). Oh, he’s groaning, gasping and professing his love. He wants me so much. Fuck you – I don’t want your stupid fucking love. Fuck that!

I take the ivory-handled knife that Beauvoir had given me. It’s a satanic ritual blade with a handle that is shaped like a curved cock. With the blade still in its blasphemous scabbard, I put the phallic handle into my mouth and suck provocatively and then stick it into my pubescent cunt. I’m so fucking wet. It feels so good. I begin to chant to Satan as I masturbate on the knife scabbard as I stand over my hopeless and inpatient Incest Daddy.

His eyes look at me. They seem to be wider in his curiosity. He still thinks its another of our many incest game. Oh, oh, oh! I get closer to the edge. I fuck myself on the scabbard, faster and faster… my sexual juices flow down the evil phallus, lubricating my insanity. Evil is so fucking delicious. He can clearly see my private enjoyment. My orgasm is moving rapidly closer. I must not cum yet. Oh Satan. Oh Satan. My cunt juice drips onto his pathetic little penis. Oh, yes, fuck yes… i’m at the edge. I am also cumming.

I suck my juices from the ritual knife cock and wipe it down on the bed sheet. I pull the knife from its ivory scabbard and expose the evil curved blade. Incest Daddy recoils, as he sees where my nasty little game is going. He tries to pull away, rattling noisily against the secured handcuffs, but they hold strong.

Oh Incest Daddy! Oh Incest Daddy! I call his name over and over as I take hold of his cock and scrotum. The blade is so sharp, he doesn’t feel it immediately. The blood pours forth like a wine-red waterfall. His severed genitals are in my hands. He screams and I cum so fucking hard.

Aaarrrrghhhhhhhhhhh!

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