EVIL UNLEASHED by Amandablonde

Feature Writer: Amandablonde

Feature Title: Evil Unleashed

Published: 26.04.2020 /Ravishu

Story Codes: Supernatural, Rape

Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy.

FAN FICTION:  Thanks Amanda for your fan rendition of my original story “Shemale Succubus” — you can always check out the ORIGINAL TOO

Evil Unleashed

Chapter 1

The leathery black wings of this ancient evil, fold slickly like a shiny wet umbrella as the succubus, silently and gracefully, landed on the veranda. Inside the first bedroom, she could see the curled body of a sleeping preteen girl and through the second bedroom her parents spooning.

In the last room of the isolated house, she could see his shirtless young body, as he lay face up across the ruffled bed linen. He was fast sleep. His eyes flicked back and forth beneath his closed eyelids, as he drifted along in the abyss of REM dreams. The darkness of the night was broken by a low full moon. Its yellowish light created an eerie shadow play, as the net curtains danced back and forth across the walls and ceiling in the warm night breeze.

Tonight Lilith had a taste for the young ones, ripe with innocence. He was young enough not to have yet to have experienced his first orgasm — and to milk him would be such an exquisite delight. Her athletic body navigated the narrow open window with ease as she stepped into his childish room of toys and juvenile games. She would take them all, one-by-one – but there was no rush. She could take her time. She wanted to enjoy her feast. Who said you couldn’t play with your food. Lilith closed the boy’s bedroom door, so that they would not be interrupted.

First, there would a stirring of unfamiliar sexual feelings. Maybe some disorientation or discomfort with his new emotions. An unlocking of unconscious desires and fantasies that would begin quite innocently and curiously — but would quickly build in something more dark and deviant. Soon the corruption of lust that she enjoyed so much would consume his young soul. He would he hers to harvest. But, she was getting ahead of herself.

Lilith skillfully pealed his flannel pajama bottoms down his damp legs, so that the preteen boy was completely naked in front of her. He was delicious — a hot fuck for any succubus. His little plump penis lay to one side as she began to kiss it gently at first and to lick his length until it began to expand involuntarily with a surge of his irrepressible blood flow.

She could feel the precum pooling in the tip of her own succubus cock as it urged for her attention. She longed to sink its veined length into his tight virgin rectum and fuck his filthy little bowels. There would be time for that later, but definitely not tonight. Sampling the smallest amount of her precum with her slender digit, she wiped its bittersweet wetness across the boy’s sleeping lips.

His body stirred as the powerful aphrodisiac penetrated his sleeping mind. His small fingers moved like a sleeping sex puppet, as they began to first touch his own genitals – his thumb and forefinger held his delicate foreskin and then began to slowly draw the soft virgin flesh of his erect penis back and forth across its wet purple head.

She stood back for a second and enjoyed her handy-work. He would make an excellent plaything for a short while. She would induce him into incest with his younger sister. She would enjoy the challenge of turning his parents into cock worshiping pedophiles – all the time she would feast on their perverse sexual energy, feeding her the evil lust she craved.

“Masturbate for me young one. Slowly. There’s no rush now. Stroke your cock for me. We have all night together,’ she whispered across his unconscious ears, “Look at your naked sister at bath time. She wants to show you her naughty pussy lips and how wet they get when she puts her dirty little fingers inside her. Show her yours. Show her how it gets hard when she touches it. Make her wrap her hand around it and stroke it for you. It feels so good when she does it to you. Make her put it in her mouth and make her suck it while you play with her pussy. It’s so much more fun together when mummy and daddy aren’t around. Daddy has lots sexy pictures on his computer. Show them to your sister while to masturbate each other.”

The boy let out an unconscious moan as the succubus softly twisted his tiny nipples and stoked the topmost part of his inner thigh, massaging the sensitive muscle between his balls and his rectum.

“Imagine your young friends. Naked. Their all masturbating like you. Tossing themselves off thinking about the nasty things they can do with each other. Look at their stiff little cocks. Wouldn’t it be fun to do it to each other? Remember tongue-kissing your sister in the mouth after she sucked your cock. You liked the after taste of your own cock in her mouth — imagine how much better it would taste to suck off your boy friends.”

The succubus straddled the animated boy, her thick cock pointed outward across the boy’s perfectly flat stomach. His fingers slid back and forth as he moaned loudly with the onslaught of the succubus dreams. Pointing her cock downward, she urinated over him and his bed-cloths, like dog staking its territory. Bending down across his upper body she could smell her urine on his flesh.

She whispered in his ear, “You’re mine now. And you will call me Goddess. When you are worthy, you will know my true name.”

She pushes his hands aside and took hold of his juvenile penis.

“Call me Goddess.”

His lips move without words, as they subconsciously accept her commands.

“Faster now, that’s it – cum for your goddess. I need your juices. Spray it into my mouth. Show me how much you worship your goddess.”

His tender body convulsed and jerked uncontrollably with his first, but subconscious, orgasm of his life. The succubus greedily eat, rope after rope of clear virgin semen, inhaling the last of his innocent sexuality in an adrenaline-like rush, as her own semen erupted from her untouched cock across the body of her sleeping acolyte.

“Masturbate for your Goddess. Worship your Goddess. Masturbate all night long as a disciple of your Goddess. Don’t stop until your Goddess commands you.”

xxxxx

Lilith had enjoyed her foreplay. Maybe, she had been a little hasty with the boy as her own demonic desires craved for more. Much more. She opened the door to the hallway and with stealth passed unnoticed by the parents, still fast asleep in their over-sized bed. She thought about cuckolding the husband, while she raped and sodomized his wife and kids in front of him. Delicious thoughts.

But, first she desired to put some mischievous thoughts into the mind of the young girl. She wouldn’t do too much tonight. Maybe just begin the process. There was plenty of time. She almost teased herself with the thought of leaving the job half done. But no, she lacked the self-control for that. She could smell the debauchery that she was about to create. She wanted more and knew exactly what to do to get it.

The little girl looked so sweet, curled up against her teddy bear. The succubus sat silently next to the sleeping girl, on the edge of her small single bed and pulled back the light sheet and felt a light coating of sweat that covered her motionless body. She once again inhaled the aroma of innocence – a scent that would unfortunately not last. This was one of her favorite moments. It would be the beginning of a new journey for this family, a journey that would harvest much needed sustenance for the evil succubus. She could feast on them for as long as it took and then move on too her next conquest.

Lilith’s cock was fully erect again and she repeated the process of administering the taste of ancient lust with her oozing precum to the sleeping girl’s lips. Slowly the prepubescent youngster turned in her sleep, wriggling against her teddy bear. The girl ran her pink little tongue long the length of her tainted lips, tasting the bitter sweetness, in a slow and provocative manner. She pushed the soft toy back and forth across her pubic bone petting herself through her thin cotton nighty. Lilith whispered instructions to her second little sex puppet.

“Show me. Show me your naughty little thing. Show me how wet you are becoming.”

Her baby-sized hands pulling the hem of her translucent dress up to expose her wet cummy.

“Take it off and be naked for your Goddess.”

Lilith yearned to impale the little princess down the length of her steamy rod, instead she knelt on the floor and delicately lapped at the child’s tiny labia, like a humming bee over the flower’s nectar.

The nubile child responded by lifted her backside from the bed surface, pushing her fingers urgently into herself. As her tiny hairless pussy enjoyed the dual sexual attack of succubus tongue and her own fingers. Her once innocent little face looked contorted with the growing excitement.

“Rub harder for your goddess my little nymphet. That’s it rub faster. Put more fingers inside yourself. Finger your dirty bum hole and them suck those dirty fingers. Taste your own ass. I want you think about your older brother. Notice how he looks at you when you are naked at bath time – he’s having dirty thoughts about the two of you. Show him, that you want him, to look at you. Hold your vagina lips apart for him. Let him have a good look at your dripping cunt. See how his penis becomes hard when he watches you touch yourself. Put your sticky fingers in his mouth and let him taste your dirty juices. Reach up on your toes and lock the bathroom door, so mommy can’t disturb you both.”

“Lie on the thick bath rug, at opposite ends to each other, so you can suck his penis, while he eats your wet pussy — take it in your mouth and suck it until white stuff comes out.”

The succubus’ evil magic consumes the child’s weak and impressionable mind. She wants to please the goddess unknowing the consequences of her actions.

“Mommy and daddy are both out for the day. Take your naked brother into their bedroom and show him what you can do with the handle of mummy’s hairbrush. Hold your pussy open in her dressing mirror. Push the handle into your vagina for him. Push it in and out and make it wet and sticky. Fuck yourself and watch your nasty little show in the vanity mirrors. Show him what you have found in her bedside table. It looks like your brother’s penis, only much longer and thicker. Notice the smell from its surface. Lick it and taste your mother’s juices. Imagine licking mommy’s pussy — it’s so forbidden, but so delicious.”

The onslaught of perversion is just too much and the young child bucked wildly in her very first orgasm. Satisfied with her initiation. The succubus marked her prey with a spray of foul urine, drenching her and the bed clothing.

“Masturbate for your Goddess. Worship your Goddess. Masturbate all night long as a disciple of your Goddess. Don’t stop until your Goddess commands you.”

Chapter 2

As the two hypnotized children continue to rub themselves eagerly, feeding their goddess with forbidden incestuous thoughts. Lilith’s attention turns to their parents, sleeping in the darkness of the next room. Emboldened by the ease of the corruption of the young ones, she ponders whether to enslave the mother or father first. Both of them sleep quietly – their body stretched out across their king size bed as they struggled against the heat of the night, the bed sheets had been pushed to the base of the bed. The succubus strokes her aching cock drawing pleasure from her evil plans for the two of them. She can see them both as sex slaves, worshiping at the cock temple, eagerly masturbating themselves, while they offering their children to her for human sacrifice in unspeakable sexual acts. Lilith selects the young mother.

The father moaned and moved restlessly. The succubus touched his eyelids and whispers,

“Awake now Roger. You will be able to hear, smell, taste and see everything I do to your wife and family – but will be unable to move. You will obey me and me alone.”

His eyes opened, as if aware, but disbelieving what he could see — accepting it, but expecting to awaken from it at any moment. The succubus stood over him. Her raven black hair was a sharp contrast to her pale white skin. With one hand she continued to rub her hard bullet-like nipples and her dripping cock with the other. His body remained rigid with his back flat on the bed. His eyes bulged, unable to blink, as he shed a single tear that ran slowly down his cheek. The panic had made him lightheaded and his breathing began to hyperventilate on the borderline of unconsciousness, but still he was compelled to obey his cruel goddess.

She turned her full attention to the slim attractive women as she tosses and turns in an agitated hypnogogic state. The temptress slid a sensual hand beneath the woman’s modest night-smock and ever-so-slowly fondled her small pert breasts, making her nipples erect and flushed with blood. Her secret touch vibrated through her sleeping body. Lilith quickly removed the woman’s clothing, before straddling her bare chest. The succubus could feel the woman’s steel hard nipples as they rubbed against the underside of her thighs. Lilith notes the small gold crucifix hanging around her neck, as she holds the tip of her cock to the woman’s open mouth – dripping copious amounts of her potent precum down her new victims throat.

She leans forward pushing the head of her divine cock between the woman’s pouting lips, as she talked, she kept an eye on the woman’s frozen husband.

“Laura. Laura. Laura. Yes. Yes I know your name.”

The woman’s subconscious was quickly mesmerized by the power of the succubus’ sensual voice.

“Laura – you know its wrong to pleasure yourself. You know that all god-fearing women must not pleasure themselves. It invites all sorts of wicked thoughts — thoughts that, in the past, you have denied yourself. But, Laura tonight you feel very different — you can no longer deny your secret feelings and the darkness of your fantasies. Let go now — evoke your sacrilegious lusts that yearn to be released. Feel the sense of absolute freedom of being unbridled and unrepentant in your perverse sexual desires.”

“Imagine, you have been inducted into an immoral and depraved coven of sex witches — a coven of devil worshiping cum sluts. You are naked and wanton beneath your dark velvet gown, surrounded in others dresses as you are. They are all beautiful sensual women like you, seeking to pleasure themselves and each other — liberated in your shameless debauchery. Around your neck you no longer wear a crucifix but an inverted pentagon — a sign of a very different faith, an evil faith that makes you feel alive, excited and highly aroused. There is an hermaphrodite with a goat mask, her breasts are exposed, as is her erect cock.”

Laura’s body had broken into a complete sweat beneath the naked form of the succubus. Her hands freely explored her own breasts, touching and squeezing her puckered nipples. The succubus pushes her cock back and forth, in and out of Laura’s mouth.

“It feels so sensual and forbidden — it goes against everything that you have been taught — but you can’t escape your lustful urge for sex with demons.”

The coven began to chant in the obscure Latin words …

“Iucunditas vestri ego pro Lilith , malum sex diabolus pario virgo vitualamen in constupro orgia , ut may cultus quod persolvo fidelitas ut cornu diabolus liberi combibo quod imbibo sperma ex suus hermaphrodite phallus in veneratio of diabolus deus of phallus.”

[“… in worship of ‘Lilith’ the blasphemous hermaphrodite, your eager fingers explore the depths of your wet vagina, as you dance and masturbate around me in unison with your fellow witches.”]

Laura’s legs parted widely as she hold open her hot labia, frigging herself with impatient digits, moving them faster and faster as she fucked in and out of her sodden hole and taking more and more the succubus’ cock orally.

“Taste your cunt juices Laura — see how lusty you feel as you become a filthy slut for your cock-goddess,”

Feverishly Laura hungrily sucks her slick fingers. Lilith slides her body up and down against the woman’s moist flesh, nipples to nipples, breasts to breasts, stomach to stomach. Her animated body was far from asleep — like a marionette dancing as Lilith pulls her subconscious strings. She positions her succubus cock above her hips ready to fill her with sizzling demon seed.

“Deep down inside your soul, you know that you welcome this dark and licentious seduction. You seek a sexual union with something impure and unnatural. Ever since the Garden of Eden, when Eve first corrupted Adam with the ‘apple of carnal knowledge’ and then sort intercourse with the androgynous serpent — you can feel me deep inside you. You always have. Call to Lilith, the sacred Goddess of Corruption and unabated perversion. Call my name, you fucking whore.”

With this she plunged her serpent-like dick between the woman’s dripping thighs — feeding more and more of her appendage down Laura’s wet fuck tunnel.

The woman sighed and began to mouth the name over and over, almost inaudibly at first, but with each successive inch of succubus cock inside her quivering body, the name becomes clearer and clearer, until the succubus’ balls are against her anus, she chants it loudly in response to her possession, “Lilith, fuck me Lilith, fuck me Lilith,” between broken breadths in rhythm with the vigorous thrusts of the greedy succubus — until her seed pumped spurt after spurt deep into Laura’s guts.

Lilith withdrew her slimy pole, still hard and very excited as she stood up on the bed with legs either side of Laura’s convulsing body. The bed surface seemed to move with a life of its own, rippling like a waterbed.

“Fuck – your soul is mine,” she says as she urinated over the furiously masturbating woman. “Mine to use; and use I will. You will worship me like the temple whores of Sodom — offering me human sacrifice — you will rape and eat your children for me, if it so pleases me. Masturbate for your Goddess. Worship your Goddess. Masturbate all night long as a disciple of your Goddess. Don’t stop until your Goddess commands you.”

xxxxx

The smell of raw sexuality fills the entire apartment. Her extreme hunger still unsatisfied, Lilith turned towards Roger. She traces her sharp fingernails across the delicate area between his anus and scrotum, and then up the underside of his pulsating penis. His cock almost pissed precum in transparent ropes at the very touch of his succubus goddess. She toyed with his foreskin, rubbing the inflamed head between her thumb and fore finger and then pulling the loose flesh back as far as it will stretch. She masturbated him in vigorous hard thrusts.

Lilith leaned across his perspiring chest, as it rapidly rose and fell in an erratic breathing pattern.

Whispering across his ear, she said, “Roger — I know you have been watching us having fun. I hope you have been enjoying your slut wife’s little show. Soon your children will join our little orgy. I promise you tonight is going to be a glorious feast and you are my main course.”

The succubus drew their cocks together, rubbing both in the same slick motion.

“Together at last – soon you will be consumed in your lust for me, willing to do anything for your goddess Lilith. You will yearn for my cock; your only desire will be, for your goddess; and for me to cum in your unworthy mouth or to fill your guts when I orgasm deeply in your sodomized bowels.”

She rubs her precum across the rose-bud of his anus and then inserts a long bony digit up to the last knuckle of the hand. Roger squirms at the painful intrusion. She twists her finger and then adds another. Roger’s eyes winces in unexpected agony and the succubus finger fucks is virgin rectum.

“Soon you will be doing my bidding, sub-consciously and consciously – day and night, you will keep feeding me the evil lust I need. Do you understand Roger? This is not a nightmare. This is not a bad dream that you are able to awaken from and find it is going to be happy-ever-after. You are now my sex slave Roger. You want to serve my every filthy command. You know that slaves are obedient and they must kneel before their Goddess. I want you to kneel before Roger. Make love to your cock as you dream of me. Masturbate for your Goddess. Worship your Goddess. Masturbate all night long as a disciple of your Goddess. Don’t stop until your Goddess commands you.”

At that exact moment Roger did suddenly awaken. In a perfuse sweat of apprehension, he immediately sat up on the bed. His heart felt like it had tried to jump from his chest in total anxiety and his stomach was a knot of nerves. His whole body was drenched in sweat. Day light streamed in through the netted windows and he turned to see his sleeping wife, curled up next to him in the bed. It seemed too real to have been just a lucid dream. He slipped out of the bedclothes and peeped into the their children’s bedrooms — all fast asleep, as if his traumatic experience had been nothing but his own awful nightmare. The words `this is not a nightmare’, seemed to resonate in his mind and the sexually potent images of the succubus brought an immediate dryness to his throat. What could have possibly fueled such a powerfully realistic and extremely upsetting nightmare?

As his family began to stir, he quickly adjusted himself to the realities of normal morning activities and busying himself. The vividness of his dreadful ordeal started to fade back. He could her his wife and kids at the usual breakfast mayhem. Taking a cold shower, Roger let the cooling water cascade across his face and front. He kept sensing glimpses or flashes of disturbingly erotic visions that seemed to merge, focus and blur before he had time to really rationalize these strange feelings.

His cock was very stiff and he couldn’t help but feel extremely horny. He began to masturbate, slowly at first, almost unconsciously rubbing himself to some weird feeling of being watched by a sexual predator — he started to finger is his anus — something he had never done before. As he pushed his wet index finger deep into his rectum, he rubbed his cock harder and faster.

It felt so illicit, but he brought is dirty finger up to his mouth. Actually it felt even hornier because it felt wrong. As he sucked on it, momentarily tasting a disgusting bitterness, the thought of about what it would be like to suck a young boy’s cock after anal sex, he came really hard – his orgasm was so hard that he nearly fell in the shower. It couldn’t remember the last time it had feel this fucking good, as the copious amounts of his cum washed down into the bottom of the shower. Something, almost at a sub-conscious level, was rewarding him for these forbidden thoughts.

Chapter 3

Laura closed the front door quickly. She stood and stared through the net curtains, as her husband’s car pulled out of the gravel driveway. He would drop the two kids off at school on his way to work. She would have to pick them up in the afternoon around 3.30 PM and her husband, if he didn’t work late, would not be back to after 7.00 PM. She thought for a second about the household chores; washing, cleaning, ironing and the worked needed on her daughter’s tutu. She had also planned to meet a church friend for coffee in the village and then to run some errands before picking up the kids from school.

A strange euphoria of filled her chest like a warm heat flowing across her neck and down through her breasts. Her stomach turned somersaults in unexpected butterflies as she watched the car disappear down the road. Her hands trembled as she quickly rang her friend and cancelled their lunch appointment — offering no explanation or excuse. Even as she called on the phone, her hands pressed against her aching crutch through her thin nightgown. She already could feel her slimy fluids running down the inside of her legs. Laura could not actually remember the last time she had felt so fucking horny, as her heart raced at twice its normal speed. She stripped naked immediately in the hallway, tossing her clothing aside — her mind was already filled with the most exquisite and exotic fantasies overflowing with even stranger lovers.

Laura quickly shaved the hairs from her pussy, making it smooth and velvety. It made her feel like a perverted little schoolgirl. She had never done this before and it made her feel even smuttier. Looking in the bathroom mirror, her labia were swollen and red with the rush of self-intimacy. She applied dark eye shadow and black lipstick – she snarled at her reflection, pleased with her gothic-like look — she was not sweet-lovely Laura, housewife and mother, she was her alter ego … a whore and sex slave of Sodom that was bonded to her transsexual cock goddess. From above the mantelpiece, she brought an ornamental cross and from the bedside draw, she brought her family edition of the Holy Bible. She closed the heavy drapes and darkened the room. Laura pulled the mattress across to the full-length mirrors that covered the closet doors. She lit some small tea lights and aromatic oils.

In her head she could hear the faintest whisper of a command. It seemed so quiet, but unmistakably a command to … “kneel before her Goddess’ … Laura got down on her knees in front of the mirrored doors, she watched herself as she rubbed her erect clit with one hand and fondled her small pert breasts with the other. She ripped the gold chain with her cross from around her neck and rubbed it against her anus before discarding it. Laura’s breathing was very sharp, fast and shallow, as she increased the intensity of her self-pleasuring. Looking into the mirror, she was no longer in her bedroom, but could she herself laying across a baroque fainting couch in an ornately decorated grotto, draped in black lace and dark crimson velvet. She was surrounded by a steamy orgy of naked young nymphs, all engrossed in mutual masturbation, frottage or oral sex. All around she could hear the sounds of wet vaginas filled with eager fingers. Two young nymphs sat either side of her, one held the bible and the other the ornate cross, as they tried to rub their nubile young bodies and puffy little chests against her like kittens seeking attention.

Another young girl, no older than her own daughter knelt between her legs and attempted to lap at Laura’s juices as they ran down the inside of her thighs. Laura’s hand grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and pulled her face forward into her steaming shaved cunt. It felt nasty, as Laura began to grind her groin hard against the girl’s open mouth.

Looking beyond her own reflection, Laura could see the dark figure of Lilith, as she stood just behind the back of the fainting couch. Lilith was dressed in a black gossamer-thin vale. Her face snarled with appreciation of Laura’s depravity.

She leaned across it, with one hand fondling her own breasts, says, “Laura, baptize her for me – piss in her mouth darling and let her taste your unholy waters. Drench her in a golden shower of your delicious hot piss.”

Laura watched her reflection as it began to urinate over the young girl, who gagged on the strong heady fluid, but unable to escape the rush of hot fluids as Laura’s grip was too strong for her to pull back from.

“Blasphemous bitch,” laughs Lilith. “Wipe your cunt with the bible. Rub your piss flaps against the fucking pages.” Laura felt she was crossing a line, but did as the goddess commanded. “Now fuck your anus, with the crucifix.”

The two nymphs held the large cross, its length stood inverted beneath her as Laura lowered herself upon it, her anus taking its rounded tip and then slowly allowing its length to slide slowly into her willing rectum.

“Fuck it for your goddess and worship my cock with your mouth, while I empty my bladder.”

xxxxx

School was finally out and the kids returned home with Laura. She seemed to be disconnected and distance — not her usual self — even some of the other waiting mothers had noticed her distraction. As they waved, she ignored their gestures and continued obliviously.

Sian and Pan, giggled and played around in the back seat, and Laura drove them home.

“Bath first and then homework,” she said in a monotone voice, as she unlocked the front door. Laura ran the bath, as she always did — everything today seemed to be autopilot today.

They both followed their mother into the steamy bathroom and stripped out of their sweaty school uniforms. Sian was not quite sure why, but being naked around her older brother, seemed different today. She noticed him, watching her, as she stood naked, waiting for the water to fill.

As it finished, Laura said sleepily, “the house is a bit of mess. Leave everything for now. Remember homework after bath — I must to lie down for a while.”

With that comment, she disappeared into the master bedroom without looking back.

Sian shrugged her shoulders as their mother closed the door behind her – she found herself wanting to look at her brother’s nakedness. As she stared directly at her brother’s penis, it began to stiffen. She felt a very strange excitement building inside her tummy that started as a warm tingling, building to a heat between her legs.

She pushed the bathroom door to make sure it was closed and on her little ballerina tiptoes locked it. A whispering voice, like the wind, echoed in her head,

… “Show him, that you want him, to look at you. Hold your vagina lips apart for him. Let him have a good look at your dripping cunt. See how his penis becomes hard when he watches you touch yourself,” …

The voice was right. Sian’s pussy was dripping wet from this strange excitement, she rubbed herself whilst her big brother watched and she liked it.

Pan made no attempt to hide his throbbing erection and he openly masturbated himself as he starred at his naked sister with hungry eyes.

“Put your sticky fingers in his mouth and let him taste your dirty juices.”

Emboldened by their mutual display of incestuous lust, Sian sucked her juicy fingers in a provocative display. Pan stood next to her, rubbing his erection hard against her thigh. She fingered herself more and then offered her dirty slimy fingers to her brother — who sucked lovingly at her secret sauce. They both moved as if following a dark script, as they laid down on the thick toweling bath mat in a sixty-nine position.

Sian began to suck greedily at her brother stiff little cock while she fondled his ball-sack, as Pan fulfilled his craving to tongue-fuck her wet pussy. Soon his tongue began flickering across her dirty little anus. She initially flinched, but he grabbed her cheeks firmly as he tried to burrow his tongue into her rectum, as the voice inside his head urged him to `fuck her bum hole.’

Chapter 4

By the time Roger arrived home it was already very late. It was already dark, but the moon, that seems to float like a large yellow beacon low on the horizon, lit the night sky. Their house was much quieter than normal. Actually, there was no sound at all. It was as if time itself had stood still. Laura was nowhere to be seen — not waiting for him as she usually did; and it seemed that both the kids are fast asleep. Roger had been feeling disconnected and somewhat bizarre all day. He had had problems simply concentrating on work conversations at meeting and on getting his office work done. His rational thoughts had been sporadically broken with eerie dreamlike flashes of intense eroticism — just glimpses, but it had been enough to keep him in a highly aroused state for most of the day. He remember the unexpected fantasy he had had in the shower, he wondered from where these strange desires had spawn from, that seemed to make his crutch damp throughout the whole day.a

Roger felt hot and frustrated. His cock was rock hard in his pants. He felt that he was fighting a loosing battle with his own lustful cravings — these forbidden desires and evil fantasies streamed through his mind and straight into his penis. He had deliberately not switched on any of the house lights and silently stripping from his work cloths. As he stood naked, rubbing his erection in the hallway, Roger noticed the distinctive silhouette of a naked women standing in the doorway to the garden. He thought it looked like Laura, he wasn’t sure. Then she was gone. Roger followed into the garden. It was warm and being unclothed in the secluded garden was a first for him. He could see Laura leaning against the old twisted trunk of the apple tree at the rear of their property. Her expression was wanton. Her skin looked translucent in the yellowish moonlight. Roger was transfixed as he starred at her as she fingering her freshly shaved pussy.

Laura beckoned Roger to her side. She picked an apple from the old tree and rubbed it provocatively against her juicy vagina. She took a bit from its tainted skin. She rubbed the inner flesh of the fruit against her sticky cunt and offered it to Roger.

“Our Goddess awaits a sacrifice.”

The temptation was too much and Roger ate from the flesh of the forbidden fruit – the door was open for the succubus to cross over.

The garden transformed into the primal birthplace — not the Garden of Eden but its opposite. The rich dark earth smelt of an intoxicating mixture of sexual arousal and human waste. Laura peed over her fingers and offered them to Roger — Roger, in return, pointed his erect cock at Laura and urinated over her – his hot golden piss drenching her in a ritualistic tribute. He directed the flow into her open mouth and she gulped at his salty offering.

What had looked like just like another branch of the old knotted apple tree, began to move, revealing itself as a shiny black snake. As it uncoiled itself from the lower branch of the tree, its inch-thick body slide over Laura’s shoulder and down across her piss-wet breasts.

Laura stroked its hot scaly flesh and holding its weight in her hand. She held the taboo animal across her arms, feeling its wriggling flesh against her erect nipples. As it began to coil itself around her arms – she began to fuck dance, twisting and turning like a snake charmer, with increasingly lewd thrusts of her hips — pushing her cunt back and forth, as if fucking an invisible lover.

She guided its hissing tongue towards her hungry vagina. Laura orgasmed loudly at the serpent’s touch and her body shook with intense sexual pleasure as it began to enter the lips of her gushing cunt. Roger masturbated vigorously and watched as the dark reptile as it began to enter Laura’s cunt until it disappeared, inch by slimy inch, inside his wife’s womb — only to emerge again a moment later, not as a snake, but a long thick succubus cock.

“Kneel slave. Now I am not longer constrained to the land-in-between. You can truly worship your Goddess in the fullest extend.”

It was not the voice of Laura, but that of an ancient evil — a creature that had awaited release from an eternity of sexual frustration — Lilith flexed her new body. It had a been a long time since the forces of evil have coincided so perfectly, allowing her to cross over and though only for a brief while, she intended to take full advance of the situation.

“Kneel my disciple — soon others will join you — as I will expand my physical influence in your world. Obey me now and show your devotion with a young blood sacrifice.”

xxxxx

Lisa arrived at the house. She parked her car down the bottom of the driveway and walked across the gravel. She was concerned when Laura cancelled her lunch appointment with her. She had hoped all was all right, but from the abrupt phone call, it was hard to tell. A weird thought crossed her mind, a quote from her bedside bible, Hebrews 10:26, that she had read the day before, but only now took some shape in her consciousness, `for if we go on sinning deliberately after receiving the knowledge of the truth, there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins’ — Lisa shook her head, trying to dispel an unwanted, but deeply felt emotion that she had feared all her adult life. She acknowledged it and then tried to ignore it. She felt that to sin against God was go against all that she had be taught and held dear to herself.

“Forgive me for my impure thoughts, Father,” she said under her breath as she did the sign of the cross, as she hesitantly knocked on Laura’s front door.

The phone had been left of the hook, and Lisa needed to know that her dear friend was all right – she was sure that Laura would not mind her dropping in unannounced, in light of these unusual, but somewhat convenient, circumstances.

She knocked a second and then a third time. Her heart beat a little faster than she expected. What was she thinking? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea? Finally the door opened slowly. Standing in her loose housecoat was Laura. Her hair was immaculate and Laura’s attractive face seemed to draw Lisa forward. She noticed her beautiful bare feet, so dainty, so elegant. She had imagined sucking those toes and masturbated at the thought of pushing them into her wet pussy.

“Lisa.”

Her attention refocused on Laura’s face. Lisa was flushed and speechless for a second as she tried to collect her thoughts.

“Lisa – are you all right my dear? I was not expecting to see you so soon.”

“Yes-s-s. I’m sorry to drop in on you Laura. I was just worried about you.”

Making sentences seemed to be hard for Lisa at that very second. She also noticed, when Laura moved, that beneath the housecoat, she was completely naked. Had she flashed her deliberately? Lisa’s mind was moving fast, unable to decode the situation. Did Laura suspect her sexual tendencies? Oh my God — forgive me, forgive my thoughts — Lisa was swimming in a pool of uncertainty and blasphemous remorse.

“Come in darling. I am so glad you came.”

Lisa did notice something different about Laura’s demeanor — something she felt she must have missed in past encounters — her voice sounded more like a command that a suggestion. Her voice also sounded slightly more raspy and deeper than normal. She thought it sounded even more alluring. Lisa loved the idea of a dominant lover — to force her against her will and strict beliefs to perform perversities — she wanted to obey Laura. Lisa could feel her face still flushed with blood from their encounter and felt like a soul was bare for Laura to see.

Laura indicated for Lisa to step into their lounge, and as she moved forward, she felt Laura’s eyes burning into the back of her head.

“Relax Lisa. Relax. There is no need to worry — but you seemed to be troubled by your own dilemma? — We are friends and your secrets are safe with me darling.”

They had not yet even sat down and Lisa felt like Laura was making a move on her? She simply couldn’t believe it. She had done nothing for weeks, but fantasize about this married woman, wanting all kinds of carnal sex with her – to be totally wet and dildo-fucked, piss wet – urination was definitely one of her weaknesses; she had been imagining a threesome with her sexy husband too. In a weak moment, she had even could herself fantasizing about the two of them having sex with her kids.

“Lord forgiven me, the flesh is weak — forgive this evil sinner.”

Laura stood behind Lisa, as if to take her jacket from her shoulders and as she did so, she leant forward against Lisa’s hair and whispered into her ear.

“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in their heart — Matthew 5:28.”

It was a whisper. Only a soft whisper – that made Lisa’s heart feel like it was going to explode. At that very moment Laura’s hand snaked beneath Lisa’s blouse and bra, cupping Lisa’s aroused breast, while the other hand drew her backward against Laura’s body. Lisa panted openly.

She stood very still, as if in a state of complete shock – as if waiting for a moment to pass and that everything in the room would suddenly revert to the way it should be. But it didn’t — as Laura’s hands roamed across Lisa’s shaking body. Laura pressed her hand against Lisa’s wet crutch through her shirt – rubbing hard against her pussy lips.

“You want me Lisa, don’t you? You want to fuck me? Don’t you? Even though we both know it is a sin against God – even though we will burn in hell for eternity these sinful thoughts alone. Doesn’t it turn you on to know that we both worship sex? I think, we should not worship this god, who does not recognize nor appreciate the love you have for one another.”

Lisa’s hands pulled at her own skirt and underwear — to give the succubus access to her aching wet cunt. Laura began to bit and suck on Lisa’s perspiring neck.

“Yes Laura, you are right – I love you. Oh, it feels so good to say that out loud. I love you Laura. I want you.”

Lisa panted as the succubus pushed finger after finger between Lisa’s horny labia. The succubus knew she was close to orgasm.

“And I love you — I love you to obey me. Will you obey me?’ whispered the evil succubus and she toyed with her pray.

“Yes Laura, I would do anything you ask.”

The succubus ripped the buttons open on Lisa’s blouse and brought her sticky fingers to her mouth — tasting Lisa’s slime, and then pushing them into Lisa’s own mouth.

“I want us both to make love to a different God. A God who wants us to celebrate our blasphemous sexual lust for each other. Obey me Laura. Worship lust with me. Worship the God of Sex — John 5:19 — ‘The whole world lies in the power of the evil one.’ Let us dedicate our sex to the evil one. He doesn’t reject us, he rejoices in our perversity. Doesn’t it turn you on to imagine having sex with a demon?”

The succubus had brought Lisa to the very brink of the most powerful orgasm of her life — every muscle in her body, every conscious thought in her mind screamed out for fulfillment.

“You make feel so fucking slutty Laura. I want to be a whore for you, obeying your every degrading command. I would to be depraved and immoral. I want to fill my soul with your wickedness and debauchery. I want to worship with lust for the evil one,”

Discarding the rest of her cloths, Lisa kneels naked and shaking before her succubus lover.

“Then it shall be so – drink from my pissing cunt, eat from my stinking bowels Lisa and worship your she-devil Mistress.” Commands the Succubus as she ground her pissing pussy against Lisa’s open mouth.

xxxxx

Lisa crawls across the warm stone floor on all fours to follow her evil Mistress into the bedroom. At the open doorway, she gasped at the enclave of debauchery the affronted her – the bedroom was no longer a bedroom as it had been transformed into a demonic temple, complete with huge pagan deity, an arcane idol of androgynous perfection. The Baphomet filled one end of the darkened interior – its enormous erect cock and naked breasts made Lisa piss with shear excitement. Her mouth drawled at the site of the walls that were adorned with the most perverse images of she-demons raping and consuming bound human sacrifices.

The pungent smoke of black candles made from the fat of sacrifices babies burnt and intermingled with the smell of human feces and heavy aroma of sexual discharges and spent semen. Tied between two vertical cock poles was a young naked girl that Lisa recognized, as Laura’s daughter, Sian, her outstretched arms and legs left her vulnerable and defenseless. Her thin tiny body twisted and pulled against the restraints, as she thrust her hips back and forth in complete sexual frustration – Lilith had transformed her into a cock-worshiping demonette.

Fornicating in his own private sinful initiation, in front of the Sabbatic Goat, was Laura’s husband. He groaned loudly and eagerly sodomized the backside of his kneeling son. His hands held his young victim firmly in position, as Lisa watched Roger’s cock pistoning in and out of the small boys guts. Young Pan masturbated his tiny penis and pushing backward in unison to meet the desperate thrusts of his incestuous father.

As Lisa turned around, she was just in time to witness her lesbian lover as she began to transform. Laura’s vagina opened like a flower, and what first appeared to emerge as a ropy protrusion, quickly became a huge snake-like appendage emerging slowly from between Laura’s gaping labia – it was dark and thick. Its phallic tip oozed with slimy pre-cum as it moved with a mind of its own.

Laura pointed to Lisa, as she shook between thrill and complete panic. “Offer yourself to me for you will find eternal perverse bliss; scream loud the gospel of Satan; eat the fecal offerings to Belphegor; dance to the lighted fires that burn with human sacrifices to Moloch; copulate and fornicate with the androgynous nymphs of Baal.”

Laura looked almost drunk on the saturation of perverse energy that filled her evil succubus heart.

Sticky cunt juices flowed down the inside of Lisa’s legs. She felt on fire from the inside of her groin. She had never in her life felt so wanton and eager to join in the satanic ritual that was playing out before her eyes.

Chapter 5

The Pastor shook his head in complete disbelief. It had been a long night and his fatigue showed in his face. How could such a tragedy have befallen upon this poor family and upon his pristine community? In all his years as the local Pastor, nothing like this had ever happened. He wanted to console the young attractive mother who clung to her tiny daughter as they stood together dressed only in their nightgowns. He watched as world seemed to be whirling around them, as they patiently waited for answers that probably would not be forth coming.

Under his breath he recited:

“They feed on mankind like vampires. Knowing no care, they grind the land like corn, Knowing no mercy, they rage against mankind, They spill their blood like rain Devouring their flesh and sucking their veins. They are demons full of violence.”

Their family home had been completely decimated. The crime scene had all the hallmarks of satanic sex abuse — a demonic ritual that had cumulated in the human sacrifice of a father and son. It was incomprehensible. No, it was absolutely horrific. Who could have done such a heinous thing? The Pastor wiped his brow with his handkerchief. It had been a long night and there was still a lot to do. He sensed a presence there – something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Ever since he arrived upon the scene, it had been a nagging feeling that he could not rationally explain. He could almost smell something evil lurking around them. His mind was filled with the burning image of seeing the torn naked bodies tied up, before being cut down and laid across the bedroom floor for the body bags.

Siren continued to wail into the night. Emergency services and police lights flashed. The city coroner had taken the broken bodies of Laura’s husband, Roger, and her son, Pan, for a full autopsy, as the detectives combed the house for clues to the identity of the victims’ assailants. It was all to no avail. There were theories. Some even looked at Laura, with the blood and semen stains over her clothing, but her church colleague, Lisa, had been with the two of them for the entire evening as they had been meeting for religious prayer on the other side of town.

The Pastor approached the weeping women.

“Now is probably not a good time to talk, but I wanted to extend the love and full embrace of your community to you and the little one. We can’t begin to imagine your feeling of grief you would be experiencing over the loss of your husband and son. If there is anything we can do, please let us know.”

Laura looked blankly at the Pastor, as an ambulance arrived to take them to the local hospital.

“And if brings you any solace, my wife, Collette, and I have a religious retreat planned over the next few weeks. Once you are discharged, I could you bring you both with us. It is up in the mountains, away from all this chaos. You would have time to rest and reflect and you would be amongst others who seek the sanctuary of a sacred place, where it is said that one of the nuns had had a vision of the Holy Virgin Mary.”

Still Laura did not even blink, she continued to stare off into the distance. The Pastor placed his hand over Laura’s.

“I understand my child that you are in a state of severe shock. I will check on you tomorrow morning at the hospital. The Lord be with you.”

The both sat holding each other in the back of the ambulance; but as the ambulance door closed behind the mother and daughter, their embrace changed, as they quickly took a moment to passionately kiss each other’s mouths. Laura’s tongue eagerly searched deep into Sian’s willing mouth; and Sian’s hand snaked beneath her mother’s dressing gown fondling her newly formed cock that stiffened against her small fingers, as they both recalled the climatic orgy that had just transpired.

Their bedroom glowed with an eerie reddish light, as if the flames of hell were licking the very walls. The demon Lilith had transformed both Laura and her daughter, in her own androgynous likeness, and between their legs hang enormous appendages that were never sexual satisfied. Both her husband and son had been released from Lilith’s sexual spell, only to find them selves dripping with perspiration, each rope-bound and stretched between two vertical cock poles – they were to be offered as human sacrifices to Satan himself. The black magic called for their lives to be taken, to secure the embodiment of Lilith, inside of Laura.

Laura/Lilith rubbed the throbbing head of her precum soaked cock against her own young son’s tiny anus. In fear and confusion, he cried and pleaded with his mommy to let him down and then opened is bowels in complete fear as she started to push forward holding his hips firmly with her hands. The foul stench of his fresh fetal matter filled the room. His pleads for mercy, were music to the ears of the perverse demon that laughed out loud, as she began to push the bulbous head of her cock against the delicate flesh of his tight hole. Lilith and Laura were soon to be one of the same and quenching her thirst for sexual depravity was all she felt.

Roger had screamed at his wife as he watched the demon begin to impale their naked son upon her impossibly enormous cock. Its girth and length were something the youngster would not be able to accommodate. As he had only a very vague notion of what had transpired earlier, he was in total disbelief and unable to comprehend the situation. He could still see Laura — not understanding the demon’s grip over her soul.

The demon’s cock was far too thick and far too long, and in her increasingly vigorous fucking, Pan had been thrashing around like a limp rag-doll as her stake-like phallus had torn through his rectum and had penetrated deep into his guts. She moaned lewdly in approaching ecstasy as she thrust back and forth enjoying the destruction of the boy in the process.

Suddenly, Pan’s body went completely limp as it finally succumb to the sever internal cock pounding. At that moment, the head of Laura’s demon cock finally burst right through his open mouth, completely skewering him on its veined length. Laura gasped in evil delight as her hot demon cum sprayed upwards like the lava fountaining from an erupting volcano from his dead and gaping mouth.

Roger sobbed for a moment. It was a complete shock to his system. Lilith took a long leather strap and belted Roger back into the moment. The lashing left huge welts and his back quickly became bloody. Each lash extracted a scream for mercy. But none came. Soon, he screamed even louder, as his evil wife subjected him to the same fate as his son. His body eventually, unable to also take the dimensions of the demon’s cock as she literally fucked her husband to death.

Sian watched her demon mother sacrificing the man and boy as the black magic poured forward to bind their minds together. Sian masturbated furiously – spurting ropes of cum after cum across their bloody corpses.

xxxxx

Pastor John and his wife, Collette, warmly welcomed Laura and Sian to their hillside retreat. He had thought of nothing else, since the whole community had been shocked by the unexplained events that had left much conjecture over the so-called demonic activities. Matters concerning these events were just not right, and Pastor John’s own feelings left him chilled at their implications. For now, he would concentrate on the survivors and help them both find some peace in God’s grace.

The mountain retreat would be the perfect place for this. This was the home for a reclusive order of nuns and priests that were charged with preserving the Secret Vision of the Holy Virgin. It was also away from all the distractions of big city life, and would bring some calm to the chaos of their lives. Pastor took young Sian with the other young children out into the fresh mountain air to play in the closed courtyard, while Collette tried to connect with the solemn and distant Laura.

She had not said a word since her arrival and Collette helped her with her bags and took her to her quarters in the old monastery. It was simple, but private. She lead Laura, whose detachment, Collette took as quite understandable under the sever circumstances. She felt sorry for the young mother, thinking her loss as almost insurmountable. The Pastor’s wife could help but notice the young women’s physical attractiveness. As her husband had said ‘she is easy on the eye’. But there was still a subtle undercurrent that Collette feel unsettling. She couldn’t understand it, but she felt it at an almost subconscious level. Maybe it was because of the violent and bizarre nature of the tragedy.

Collette guided Laura to the bedside and put her bag on top of the set of draws. She closed the heavy wooden door and sat the young mother on the corner of the bed facing the small window that overlook the valley beneath the mountainside.

Laura still said nothing and continued to stare into the empty space in front of her. It was going to take some time to heal the pain, to allow such blasphemous events to distance themselves in her memory. Collette would pray for this young woman, as a strong faith in God would help her through these difficult times.

As Collette swept some stay hair, from across Laura’s sallow face, their eyes met for an instance. It was a strange and uncomfortable moment for Collette. It was not like watching someone as they slowly gain awareness of their surroundings, but more like a bird of prey about to devour your young. Collette quickly dropped her hand from Laura’s face and was about to move back, but Laura’s hands grabbed hers and held it close to her heaving bosom, not allowing Laura to move away.

“Help me,” whispered Laura/Lilith.

Collette heart skipped a beat and her throat turned instantly dry. It was a freakish feeling and she felt anxious at Laura’s strange demeanor. Of course she wanted to help the young woman, which is way her husband and her had brought them to this sanctuary. But she knew at that instance, that that was not exactly what Laura had in mind.

“Yes my dear,” stuttered Collette, “we’re all here to help you Laura.”

She felt short of breath, as if the air was being sucked from her lungs. She tried to move, but Laura’s grip was very firm.

“Offer yourself to me. Kneel naked before me,” whispered Laura/Lilith.

Collette’s mind was confused. She felt a strange and inappropriate rush of adrenaline as she considered this request. How could she consider something that ran contrary to all that she believed in and was dedicated too; but still there was a compulsion to comply completely without further hesitation.

Why was she shaking? Why was she afraid of this young woman, as if her subconscious was telling her that she had something to fear? But then, why was she so highly excited at the same time?

Collette’s heart beat faster and faster. A sudden cascade of sexual wetness quickly erupted between her legs as she found herself kneeling on the floor before this estranged young woman. Her clumsy hands struggled with the buttons of her conservative blouse.

“We will sin tonight, and ask for forgiveness tomorrow. That is the beauty of our faith my slut Sister.”

Lilith licked her lips and smiled wickedly at the woman’s absolute compliance. She would do anything that the evil diva could ask. She looked down upon her as she nervously bared her milky white breasts. Collette’s blush response and fully erect nipples betrayed her secret need to serve this evil demon.

“Collette, you must let go. I have seen your dark feelings. You must release your inner demon; the one that you have denied for too long. You are truly a satanic witch, a priestess of Satan – you always have been. All those inhibited desires — you have called for Satan and he has answered your offering. All the guilt you have felt towards self-pleasuring and to be denied the exotic sex partners you long for. I have seen you deprived of oral sex and analingus from the Pastor — how he scorned you for suggesting sodomy, saying it was the consummation of the devil. I have seen your lust for the small ones in your Sunday school class and how you longed to sadistically rape them one-by-one.”

Lilith’s mouth closed over Collette’s quivering lips. Her hot succubus tongue quickly filled her mouth – thrusting in and out like a small cock. Lilith’s hands wasted precious little time in groping the Pastor’s wife’s lily-white breasts, squeezing them hard and pulling at her erect nipples.

“Masturbate Sister — Masturbate with this crucifix. Thrust it into your wet hole, so I may watch. That’s it fuck it like a cock Sister. Say it loud, these blasphemous words that you have longed to say — fuck me Satan  — Say it. Fuck me Satan. Fuck me Satan.”

Collette’s fingers grasped the slippery wooden crucifix and she pushed it in and out of a dripping cunt. Her lips mouthed the words, but no sound could escape. Lilith kissed her open mouth, encouraging her blasphemous masturbation.

“Say it bitch. Say it you slut whore.”

“Ohhh, fuck me Satan,” whispered Collette apologetically. Lilith rubbed her breasts and sucked her hard nipples. “FUCK me Satan. FUCK ME SATAN! FUCK ME SATAN!”

She began to scream as she felt the release from the powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

Chapter 6

In the courtyard the dozen or so young children played, running, chasing and romping carefree. The Pastor hoped that Sian was going to be all right. As he watched the other children laugh loudly and muck about — but Sian still seemed very distracted and detached. Instead of joining in with the other kids – she just watched they play without a word. The Pastor observed her deep set eyes that had a glimmer of control. It brought a shudder to his spin, as if she was stalking her prey. He shook the thought from his head.

It was beginning to get dark and soon it would be time for them all to get some needed rest. He would put Sian in the children’s dorm and give her mother some time to herself.

Sister Gina greeted the Pastor with a nod and put her arm around the quiet girl. She smiled to her face, hoping to solicit a response, but there was nothing, just a dull and painful stare.

“The poor thing, she looks so tired. How is the mother?” said Sister Gina to the Pastor.

“The same I am afraid. I was worried that they both would be catatonic. They said at the hospital that the young one seems to be suffering from terrible nightmares. She maybe troubled with demons within. My hope is that we will be able to reach them both through the `Grace of God’ and the peace of this holy place, Sister,” replied the optimistic Pastor.

“My wife is helping the mother settle in and then bring her to the mass this evening. I don’t think this will be an easy task, but the Sisters and Brothers of the Order have helped many others in the past but I feel this is different. I can’t put my finger on it, but there seems something untoward in these circumstances. I sense something unnatural about this one Sister — I hope it is only my imagination, but it feels like demonic forces have been at play.”

“It will just takes time. God will find the way. ‘Ask and you will receive,’ said the Lord. You must be very patient Pastor John. Let’s pray tonight — the Reverend Mother will know what to do. Let’s get these young ones inside the warmth of the Cloisters, the temperature is dropping and it will be dark very shortly.”

The Sister called to the children to follow her. She took Sian by the hand and led her and the others back into the secluded Cloisters.

Darkness fell quicker than normal. Sister Gina felt a shiver down her spine, as if someone had walked across her grave. For some unexplained reason, he felt drawn to this young girl. She thought I could be out of pity for her traumatic experience, but it was more than this. As she held her hand, she felt the young girl curling up to her body warmth, her small hands stroked the Sister’s bare arm as the continued to walk. In an instance flash, she saw herself masturbating on the girl’s upturned face. She urinated into the child’s open mouth as her tongue eagerly explored the nuns dripping cunt and the rose bud of her dirty anus. It was a disgusting and unwelcome thought, but the vision made the Sister’s sex immediately flush with sticky wetness and open like a blooming flower as she felt herself using the child as a perverse sex toy.

Sister Gina was jolted back, as the Reverend Mother caught her attention at the doorway to the Cloisters. Other young children ran past them both, to warm up by the large open fireplace.

“Sister Gina, is this the young girl that Pastor John talked about?” asked the wise old Reverend Mother.

“Y-yes Reverend Mother,” stuttered Sister Gina.

Her face was flushed with an unexpected feeling of embarrassment of being caught in a sexual daydream. She was breathing erratically as her erect nipples rubbed painfully and pleasurably against the course fabric of her habit. She looked down at Sian. She had the face of a complete angel.

“I-I was taking her up to the dorm. She needs a bath, change of cloths and lots of rest.”

Addressing Sian, the Reverend Mother said, “Hello Sian. You are safe here my dear. Your mother and you are welcome at our humble monastery. The Sisters and Brothers of our Order are here to serve.”

There was no reaction on Sian’s part.

“Thank you Sister Gina, I know they are both in good hands. We will pray for the both of them. I will save a pray for this poor girl. I want you to keep an eye on her tonight. Stay in the dorm for the night, if there are any special orders, I will send word via your trusted sisterhood.”

“Y-yes Reverend Mother,” answered the hesitant Sister.

They parted company and Sister Gina steered the young helpless girl up the wooden staircase to the dorms. The Reverend Mother looked back across her shoulder. She felt pity for them, but also felt ill at ease with one so young witnessing such wickedness and immorality. This would need her personal involvement — she had faith in God’s judgment and in the love of her fellow Sisters and Brother of the Order, but the younger nuns had no direct experience with such evil and her experience in these matters may need to be called upon.

A prickly feeling crossed the Reverend Mother’s mind as she remembered her commitment to the Secret. The circumstances were certainly extreme enough.

xxxxx

The long row of wooden beds filled the old dormitory. All of the children were already their beds. Sister Gina was about to help Sian out of her cloths, when Sian pulled short of removing her undergarments. Sister Gina shook with a new nervousness that she had never felt before — a perverse wanton feeling. She didn’t want to help this young girl at all. She wanted to molest her.

The Sister shook her head and reluctantly handed her the simple one-piece nightshirt and stepped back.

“In your own time my love. You have been through things many will not understand. Why don’t you change in the bathroom — it’s a little more private.”

Sian did not say a word; she accepted the clothing and disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

“Lights out in ten minutes,” said the nervous Sister. She gingerly knocked on the bathroom door, “Everything OK?’

The door reopened almost immediately and Sian, changed into the long nightshirt, walked to her bunk. As she climbed into the bed as the lights dimmed. As Sister Gina leaned across the bed clothing to kiss the girl’s cheek, Sian turn her head toward the nun and their lips met for a brief second. Sister Gina felt an inner wickedness that she had never experienced in all her life — instead of breaking off the kiss, she continued with her open mouth. Shocked at her actions, the Sister stepped back gasping. What had she done?

In the low light, it was hard to see Sian’s reaction to her digression. She stepped across the dorm and noticed that all the restless young bodies turning in the cots. The nun’s heartbeat slowed a pace or two. She went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The darkness of the dorm wrapped around little Sian. She could hear it whisper to her and she sensed the restlessness in the dorm. Sian felt at ease in the dark. The shadows were her playground. They welcomed her. At last she felt she could be herself again. She could taste the naïve Sister on her lips. She wanted more. Beneath her nightshirt she could feel a pulse in her groin growing. As she lay beneath the bed sheet, her little hands lifted the nightshirt up around waist, so that she could touch herself in the way that her demon mother had taught her — she moaned quietly as her fingertip brushed across the delicate head of her stiffening cock.

She brought the moistened tip of her finger back to her mouth, so that she would be able to taste salty sap. She knew that the Sister would be back soon – it was exactly as her mother had said it would be. The thought of her consumption made her evil heart thump loudly in her small chest as her rigid cock screamed to be pleasured as it streamed with precum at just the power of the thought of these perverted possibilities.

A memory cross her mind of the first time that Lilith had opened her eyes to how delicious corruption could be. She had been preoccupied with childish thoughts, content with playing games, until she felt the divine bliss of self-pleasuring – the orgasmic delights that had been the first gift from her goddess. From that moment on, it seemed her mind had been in a roller-coaster of escalating depravity.

She remembered the delicious sin of incest with her brother. The goddess had told her how much more pleasurable it would be knowing that it was sinful — and it was. She wanted his cock so bad. Her rectum longed to be filled. How she had enjoyed sucking her brother’s cock for the first time, the taste of his ejaculation and how she got a sharp thrill from licking the tangy brown ring of his filthy anus.

She only caught glimpses of the corruption of her family, but what was very clear, was the power of her orgasms, that had increased in their magnitude with every evil thought. Fresh in her memory was the excited wickedness of watching her mother transform into the reincarnation of the androgynous succubi, Lilith, and how they had offered her father and brother to her Lord Satan.

Sister Gina was still shaken from the shear iniquity of her actions. What demon had possessed her to think such impiety — and after all that this young one had been though already. But despite all her rationalization, the excitement of her transgression drew her back to the girl’s bedside.

At first she just watched the young one with her hand rubbing herself through the thick material of her habit. She noticed the girl’s erratic breathing – the sharpness of her intact, coupled with the rapid movements of the girl’s hand beneath the bed clothing, excited the poor nun beyond her wildest imagination.

Following Lilith’s dark script, Sian looked directly in the eye of the voyeuristic nun and pulled back the bed clothing as she continued to stroke her unnatural demon cock.

`Holy Mother of Christ. What is that?’ said the nun almost without any breath to speak. Her eyes cast over the veined length of these evil demon’s cock and all she could think about was how much she wanted to impale herself upon its ribbed length.

Sian stood in front of the shaking nun, and without a word, Gina knew what she was suppose to do. Kneel.

All around the dormitory was the sound of masturbating children. The nun looked anxiously around, thinking that she may have been exposed for her unclean thoughts. As her eyes cast around the dorm in the eerie semi-darkness, she saw all the children pull back the bed clothing to expose their completely naked bodies as they all masturbated furiously to the silent commands of the devil child, Sian.

Chapter 7

The corruption of the Pastor’s wife was complete as she eagerly continued to masturbate herself with the shaft of a thick wooden crucifix, reaching an orgasm every few minutes, each more powerful than the previous. With arched back, she eagerly sucked her dirty cunt flavored fingers, whilst kneeling at the feet of her demon mistress.

Collette stared upwards into the eyes of the fallen angel — she was mesmerized by her piercing glare that looked into the darkest parts of her soul, seeing all her repressed depravity.

Lilith’s cock raged beneath the hemline of her skirt. She would enjoy the tipping point, taking this god-fearing woman and turning her into a complete satanic whore would be so delicious. Lilith leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Lilith lifted the hem of her dress as her obedient naked slave awaited her next command. Her thick cock pressed upwards in a demonic salute.

`Collette, you must choose between the life of servitude to a dead and meaningless god; or to worship with me the true god that will bring all you an eternity of sexual bliss. As you kneel before me, as an angel of darkness — make your decision and pleasure my cock with your hands and mouth, before it fills your ass with a fucking that only a succubus can bring!’

Collette hungrily descended upon Lilith’s cock, as she gripped its girth with both hands, her ravenous mouth went to work on its angry red knob, lapping up any secretions from its tip and trying to get as much of it into her face as she was physically able to achieve.

“Then it is decided,” exclaimed Lilith, “Before I consummate you for Satan. You will need to do something for me. You shall pour this potion and taint the holy water in the chapel’s old stone font. The potent mixture of my body fluids will liberate your sisters and brothers from their bounds of their chastity. Tonight they will all bow to Lilith and serve the evil that will bring us all the debauchery we desire. Make sure that your husband, the Pastor, does not partake — I want him untouched as you will offer him to me in ritual sacrifice, as they all stand witness to a new vision of the unholy libertine.”

xxxxx

Her cunt was hot and wet and she longed to sink her fingers back in between her legs — but there was something important that she was compelled to do. Collette took the vial and shuffled off to the monastery chapel, to do her new mistresses bidding. When she arrived the chapel was still empty.

The Sisters and Brothers of the Order always changed out of their working habits into their more ceremonial gowns for the evening prayers at the chapel. They would cleanse and purify themselves as this was the way of the Order — their traditions dated back many centuries, when it was first recognized that the Holy Virgin Mary had blessed the waters of the mountain by appearing to a young nun and telling her of miracles that where yet to come. The legend foretold a time of great challenge that that the sacred waters were to be protected by the Order.

Collette knew their orthodox practices well. She had been shocked at their strict abstinence and uncompromising attitudes toward the changing world around them – this included marriage within the church. She knew that they tolerated her, but did not approve of the Pastor’s wife. Sexuality of any sort was not allowed and specifically masturbation was severely punishable by the Reverend Mother herself.

She kissed the small glass container, poured half its contents into the font and the remaining half into the holy water kept at the chapel altar. She watched as it fizzed and bubbled and then quickly dissolved into the clear liquid.

As the Sisters and Brothers began to arrive, Collette quietly returned to Lilith, to bring her to the chapel, just as she had been instructed.

The chapel itself was very old. The old wooden piers had been there for centuries. The drab grey walls were decorated in elaborate tapestries, depicting lavish scenes from various scriptures. In the daylight the stained glass windows were quite magnificent — but in the darkness, their glory remained hidden.

Dressed in their ritual finery, the Sisters and Brothers of the Order, walked in single file they each dipped their fingers into the tainted holy water, making the sign of the cross upon their foreheads. Collette watched as each repeated the process as they moved into the chapel. They each took their respective places inside the chapel as they prepared for the usual hymns, prayers and some words of wisdom from the Reverend Mother.

The Reverend Mother was one of the last to arrive. She stopped and filled the chalice with holy water. She worn a robe of brilliant white with gold trimmings that radiated a glow all of its own. She nodded in recognition of her congregation.

“Peace be with you,” she said.

“And peace be with you,” responded the congregation.

By that time, Collette had returned with Lilith and them turned around to find her husband, the Pastor, as Lilith had instructed. Lilith continued to walk her slowly between the aisles until she reached the first pew, where a place had been left for her. Lilith’s head was bowed, her eyes cast downwards and she walked as if with heavy burden. The Reverend Mother looked up from the passage she was about to read from the bible and addressed the two of them.

“Sisters and Brothers of the Order, we welcome tonight to our mass, a mother that has recently suffered a terrible loss. I acknowledge her loss and want you all to join me a welcoming prayer – that being amongst us all, will bring her strength, faith and renewed purpose. Amen.”

The congregation bowed their heads.

“God move in mysterious ways and ours is not to question his holy motives, but to be true to our promise of faith in him,” said the Reverend mother, “Proverbs 16:4 ‘The Lord has made everything for his own ends, even the wicked for the evil day’. Amen.”

“Amen,” replied the congregation.

As the Sisters and Brothers began to sing in joyous hymn to praise the Lord, the Reverend Mother consumed the host and holy water. She then made ready for the congregations’ communion. As the powerful aphrodisiacal coursed through her narrow veins the Reverend Mother broke sweat. At first she fought against the unfamiliar urges and a flush take over her entire body. As she looked up, her eyes met with Lilith’s.

The Reverend Mother’s wide-eyed expression and astonishment was clearly evident that she experiencing a volatile reaction combining the poison and the awareness of whom Lilith really was.

Shaking, the Reverend Mother continued as if all was normal and began the process of Holy Communion. Each of the Sisters and Brothers of the Order, took the tainted water from the Reverend Mother and then returned to their pew to resume their solemn prayers.

“Sisters and Brothers this is divine providence,” said the Reverend Mother, her voice was quivering and shuddering, as she fought to control herself. “Brothers and Sister of the Order, as fable tells us, our vision of the Holy Mother gave our founding Sister a prophesy. Each successive Reverend Mother that has overseen the Monastery has closely guarded this vision. Tonight the power of that vision is very strong; and the time has come to share the prophesy with my flock. Over the centuries there had been many rumors about our Order and to the Secret that we have kept. This very chapel itself was founded to protect the faithful from a great evil that once stood where we do now. Hundreds of feet below us in the dark underworld of this monastery, that evil is contained. We are the protectors and gatekeepers of this ungodly force. Tonight, we must open the Labyrinthine Temple to consummate the seal and in doing so continue our vigil.”

The Reverend Mother retrieved a heavy metal key from around her neck — it’s distinctive cross shape almost glowed. The Reverend Mother kissed the large heavy object and held it aloft.

“My Brothers and Sister of the Order, I have been given a sign that was told to me when I first became Reverend Mother, from my predecessor, as it was told to her by her predecessor. We unlock the crypt and prepare for the secret dark ritual that must be performed.”

xxxxx

The Pastor watched the sunset over the distant mountain peaks. The sky turned from blue to a dark crimson before it became completely black. A chill passed through his spine. He thought at first that it was just the cooling night air — but he sensed it was something else. Unexplainably, this remote place of eternal peace and tranquility suddenly felt unsafe. It was as if a doorway had been opened; a doorway for which something fundamentally evil would pass — and despite the enormous strength that he drew from his absolute faith, the feeling left him helpless and vulnerable.

He shock his head vigorously, trying to dismiss the thought as just a creepy feeling brought on by the events of the past few days. He had to be strong. He had to help this poor mother and child to find their way back to the land of living, and away from the limbo of purgatory.

The chapel bell chimed calling the Sisters and Brother of the Order to their sacred evening mass. He was about to join them when his wife, Collette, appeared in the doorway.

“John, I need your help right away in the rectory, the young mother seems to be slowly coming out of her catatonic state. I think she has been having extreme nightmares and we need your council,” asked Collette.

“Of course I can my dear. It sounds very encouraging,” replied Pastor John as he joined his wife on the short walk to the rectory.

Collette hoped the Pastor would not notice the smell of sexual secretions that flowed freely from between her legs. She let her husband lead the way and as he entered the empty rectory, before he turned around, she picked up and stuck him hard across the back of his head with the wooden crucifix that she’d used to masturbate herself with. The impact was strong and it knocked the unsuspecting Pastor out cold. As he lay strewed on the refectory floor, his wife turned him over and stood over his face. She slowly lifting her skirt up around her waistline, and kneeling down without any underwear on, she rubbed her itchy cunt, back and forth, across her husband’s unconscious face.

“FUCK ME SATAN. FUCK ME SATAN,” she screamed over and over.

THE END