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 © 2017 LITTLESALLY666
STORY CODES: LGBT themes, Incest, WS, Scat, Cohesion, Corruption, Lolita, NC, Rape, Bondage, Blasphemy, Sadism, Snuff, MC, Black Magic, Devil Worship, Demons, Evil themes
SECRET MEANING OF THE PRIESTESS
The High Priestess is a very spiritual card – often with highly perverted sexual overtones. It can mean that the querent is in a phase where he or she is going to be much more physically attractive to others, open to encounters both heterosexual and homosexual. The High Priestess is tied to the moon, to femininity, to wantonness, and to the inspiration of new sexual experimentation. Give into the High Priestess in you; let her rule your day and you will find that your narrow and limited viewpoint on sexuality can expand beyond your current desires. What do you want from your sexuality? What have you been missing out or deigning yourself? Are you truly who you think you are, or is there a secret pervert longing for the freedom to explore your deepest deviance? The High Priestess is a psycho-sexual religious figure. On one hand there is divine piousness and abstinence; on the other their is devilment and sexual obsession… which force rules you?
THE PRIESTESS – SYNOPSIS
They say that evil has no substance of its own, but is only the defect, excess, perversion, or corruption of that which has substance. But that is ignorance. Evil has form. Pure evil exists.
The once glorious City of Malum had plummeted into a vessel of extreme inequalities. At one end, violent crime was riff and life was cheap among the cesspool of decay, disparity and human depravity; at the other, the wealthy, privileged and religious, lived a life of opulence, over-indulgence and excess.
Reverend Angela Greenway was one of the religious elite and yet a very popular preacher among the poorer city folks. Her TV gospel, ‘God Talk’, was broadcasted over the Internet on a daily basis. The crown jewel of her private empire, the Cathedral of Hope, the home of Holy Justice Ministry, was a Gothic monstrosity located at the main intersections of the city’s highways.
It appears that the Reverend Angela, by the grace of God, has saved a young woman from a fate worse than death by pulling her soul back from the brink and in the process had transformed a satanic priestess into another warrior of the faithful and Holy Justice.
Born into the satanic church, the girl only known to us as Rebecca had had a lifetime of indoctrination in satanic beliefs. Had she completely relinquished the dark powers that she was purported to have? Could she really have moved objects without touching them and moved people against their will?
A suspicious mind may presume the worse that in fact, maybe nobody has been saved at all. Could it be that Reverend Angela, her Ministry and those they seek to influence for God’s crusade against Satan are the ones in grave danger from this unassuming young woman?
THE PRIESTESS – PART NINE (1,810 WORDS)
“Defraud ye not one the other, except it be with consent for a time, that ye may give yourselves to fasting and prayer; and come together again, that Satan tempt you not for your lewd thoughts and perverse sexual desires. [1 Corinthians 7:5] What say I then? That the phallic idol is any thing, or that which is offered in offering child sacrifice before the genital gods is any thing? But I say, that the things which their perverted priests and priestesses sacrifice, they sacrifice to sex devils, and not to God: and I would not that ye should have fellowship with Satan. [1 Corinthians 10:19-20]
Inwardly I hated her. Marinette, the transgendered vodou priestess, was just another nigger to me. I took offense that she saw herself as my equal, it ran against everything that I knew and felt. The Ministry prided itself on racial harmony, but that did not make me feel any different about the subject.
Relaxing upon one of the large plush leather couches, I felt the soft smooth fabric against my naked body. I absentmindedly turned on the widescreen television and pushed the volume up louder. The sound and flickering screen of commercials filled the silence of my private suite – the Ministry was generous to its ambassadors.
The familiar choric jingle of ‘God Talk’ told me that I was on the right channel.
“… And welcome to Wednesday night on ‘God Talk’. I am your host, Judith Marsh. Tonight we discuss possession and sexual spirits. Joining me tonight, is the most honorable Reverend Angela Greenway of the Holy Justice Ministry… Good evening Reverend.”
“Thank you for joining us once again Reverend. I know we have talked before about this topic, but I have received so many replies to our last interview regarding this, and thought this to be an opportunity to address some of their unaddressed concerns.”
“Well Judith let me start this evenings show by quoting Psalm 23… The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
“For many our viewers out there, Judith, its important to know that we are not talking about a philosophic issue here. Sex demons are real. They can infect our friends and family, our loved ones… even our children can become victims.”
“I know you mentioned it before, but how do these… sex demons attack our loved ones?”
“Well lets say that they’re very cunning Judith, the simplest way is obviously through the sin of fornication. Demons move between human during sexual interaction.”
“But, Judith… even the sin of sexual thoughts can trigger an attack.”
“Yes, Judith. Masturbation makes it easy for these sexual predators to open the doors through illicit desires.”
“I have heard that these sexual demons give their hosts sexual pleasure and orgasms of a magnitude that no other human can give… that through devil worship these licit pleasures are shared in abundance?”
“I don’t dispute their abilities Judith! But god forbids this and giving one’s self to illicit pleasure is only a pathway to evilness and darkness.”
“Well… one viewer writes in saying that ‘when she was first inflicted by a sex demon, she was afraid, terrified in fact. She prayed to God Almighty, but nothing could stop this insatiable evil. It seems that her demon kept bringing her to involuntary orgasm over and over every night. She would awaken weak and exhausted from the illicit attacks. One night the demon just stopped. She began to think it was over. She actually became was filled with remorse and started to pray… but instead of praying to God Almighty. No. She prayed Satan to bring back her demon. To her absolute delight, once again her demon brought her the illicit pleasures, but what was different, was that this time she participated fully; enjoying every sexual perversion that her demon brought!”
“Well Judith, that is an interesting story. Obviously the viewer should not have enjoyed these sexual pleasures. God doesn’t want us to experience such corrupt and wicked things. Inviting demonic sex partners into your life is not the way of the Lord Almighty. Abstinence is the only way!”
“After we come back from commercial break, we will be discussing another viewer who writes about how he summoned a sex demon by molesting his younger brother.” Continued Judith breathlessly.
I looked away from the flickering picture and sipped upon my sparkling beverage. Marinette, the vodou priestess, would join me shortly. She had mentioned something about an artifact, a dark relic of unknown power.
The familiar jingle signaled the end of the commercial break.
“Welcome back. If you’ve just joined us on God Talk… I am Judith Marsh and I talking with Reverend Angela about the controversial subject of demonic sex partners. Just before the commercial break, we were talking about two brothers and their incestuous wickedness.”
“Yes… its atrocious! Scandalous!” Reverend Angela looked visibly shaken.
“Well, it seems that the younger brother was complicit, Reverend.” Stated Judith, who seemed energized by the conversation… even with a hint of excitement.
“Complicit? How can that be?” Reverend Angela shook her head in despair.
“The viewer saying that his pre-teen brother accepted his advances, in a ritual that they dedicated to the worship of a particularly sickly character called Balphegor.”
“Idolatry. Yes… I think I have heard of these evil villainous demon.”
“They say that he is the demon of excrement. That’s rather interesting don’t you think?”
“Well Judith, the use of the word ‘interesting’ in this context is definitely questionable, as the worship of any demon is totally unacceptable. Incidentally for our viewers information, the name Belphegor is a corruption of the biblical name Baal-Peor, who was the god of the Moabites. “They joined themselves also to Baal-Peor, And ate sacrifices offered to the dead.” That’s taken from Psalm 106:27-29 … this demon was depicted as an erect phallus. As Baal-Peor, the demon was also androgynous and as Chemosh, he would have been worshiped by King Solomon himself.”
“Reverend… It seems that this demon, Balphegor has made his mark in the Holy Bible?”
“Yes, they claim that he must be worshiped on a toilet, with offerings being the residue of ones’ digestion. Can you believe that? This has led some to conclude that Balphegor is the ‘God of Feces’… and while human victims are to be offered to him, his priests partake of their flesh.”
I turned off the television. Contemplating the corruption, it seemed to her that it had risen now to epidemic proportions. Evil! Delicious EVIL was everywhere. There seemed to be no stopping the onslaught and the Ministry itself seemed to have become a magnet for abject perversity and a beacon of demonic solicitation.
A sharp knock on the heavy oak door surprised me. It was Marinette. She entered carrying over a small treasure chest-like box and laid it on the low glass coffee table in between the couch and the television. She silently close and locked the chamber door behind her. In a flood motion, her habit fell from her ebony body into a pile around her ankles. She stepped out of the fallen garment – naked and very erect.
“Priestess – see for yourself.” She said in her heavy Creole ascent.
I hated the filthy nigger. Her presence affronted me. But the sight of her hard dark meat made my cunt juices flow.
I hand ran along the curious and exquisitely carved exterior. Its viral wickedness seemed alive, almost vibrating against her fingertips with satanic black energy. Gingerly, I opened the latch of the evil box to reveal its carefully packaged contents and a letter of explanation. Arranged among crushed red velvet was a solid metal crucifix that had been formed such that each of the crosspieces was phallic in shape, with the sculptured form of the Nazarene standing in relief at the center of the cross. I retrieved the letter.
I carefully examined the highly decorative and vulgar carvings. They could have been middle-eastern, Indian or even from earlier occult civilizations. Whatever its origin, I had no doubt about its evil contents, as the intricate carvings depicted demonic sexual abuse, rape and ritual human sacrifice of young children – thought of which heightened my excitement.
It made me wondered how the Ministry had acquired such a sacrilegious artifact? The letter did not explain how it had arrived or where it had come from. The cursive note referred to the phallic cross as The Spear of Destiny. I grabbed hold of the blasphemous object and rubbed it hard against my juicy wet cunt as Marinette looked and stroked herself. Filthy nigger slave!
The penned letter went on to divulge that it had been famed as being originally created by no other than Adolf Hitler himself, as a gift for his perverse mistress, Eva Braun. The sacrilegious dildo was said to have strong occult properties and be of phenomenal talismanic power, as the very metal that it was shaped from had been melted down from an ancient relic of the same name that had been stolen by the Nazis, from the Hofmuseum, during their occupation of Vienna. Mentioned in the Gospel of John, the original relic had also been called Holy Lance or the Lance of Longinus. Longinus, being the Roman centurion, that had used it to penetrate the side of the dying Nazarene at the time of his crucifixion. The Vatican had claimed that the Spear of Destiny still rested under the statue of St Longinus by Gianlorenzo Bernini – this had been a lie to cover up the truth.
According to legend, possession of the Spear would bring its owner the power to conquer the world, but losing it would bring immediate death. The relic had been owned by a succession of powerful European rulers down through the centuries before it had been re-crafted by Hitler. Its very creation was an affront to the Roman Catholic Church. After presenting it to his mistress, Hitler confided to her that the first time he held the Spear he had witnessed extraordinary visions of his own destiny unfolding before him – that it had been the Devil himself that had instructed its creation.
The metal surface felt hot to the touch and as I pushed it inside myself a shock wave of wantonness overcame me and without warming, I suddenly gasped in complete orgasmic delight.
“AAAHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHH! FUCK ME HARDER SATAN!!!!” I screamed as I bucked uncontrollably with the dildo firmly lodged deep up my steaming carnal hole.
THE PRIESTESS – PART EIGHT (1,956 WORDS)
“For the spirit of whoredoms, of harlots and demons hath caused them to become sexually perverse, and they have gone a whoring from under their God, praising the devil for more licit pleasures.” [ Hosea 4:12] “What? Know ye not that he or she fornicates with a sex demon of Satan, for one body becomes one with it. For two, saith he or she, shall be one flesh of evil. [1 Corinthians 6:16]
In an instant my mind was filled with a macrocosm of wickedness… I could clearly see The Spear of Destiny as hooded figures sexually abusing little girls and boys’; new born babies being sacrificed by being impaled upon it; red and black featured prominently; copious amounts of blood were present; there were snakes, spiders, children in cages, altars, daggers, goblets and skulls… a priest holds it aloft as other perform sodomy on long stone altars; chanting; wearing of robes; use of black, white and red candles; ceremonial and ritual murder with cannibalism of the sexual organs; pentagrams; the collection of blood, urine and semen in goblets for drinking; elaborate preparation of the victim before rituals; and murder of the victims at the point of orgasm; a high priestess, obsessed with sex, naked as she masturbates with The Spear of Destiny and taking charge of the evil rites and profane ceremony… idolatry to the cherub Azazel, Ba’al, Molech and the phallic Baphomet; the energy that was invoked when a child sacrifice ritual was occurring, was called fear and trauma: the frequency of the energy vibration of someone who was being demonically possessed that synchronized with that of the sex demons unleashed from the blasphemous artifact.
I gasped for breath and quickly pulled the artifact from my vagina. I was still convulsing and my dripping cunt continued to spasm uncontrollably from the sheer power of the demonic orgasm.
I thought long and hard about my so-called rebirth… the moment that I was to be saved from sin through baptism. My savoir had been Reverend Angela Greenway, a charismatic preacher from the famed City of Malum. Saved from the eternal darkness and brought into the Lord’s holy light. The almighty power filled me with joy and elation. They say that I am free at last. Her words had filled me with awe.
“Either you give your heart to Jesus NOW or your soul to Satan FOREVER? Do not fear! Just say his name ‘Jesus’ as you relinquish all power to YOUR NEW God!”
But looking back at everything that I had experience since, I was not so sure about being saved or about the motivations of my savior. From the pervasive infiltration of evil and sinfulness that seemed to be omnipresent in every aspect of the Ministry of Justice… piousness, goodness and even godliness seemed to be replaced with the need to compromise its values in its quest to fight evil with an even greater evil – one that lay beneath and concealed in a veneer of righteousness and morality.
Despite all that I had been through, I still had exploited its weaknesses and had rediscovered my love of evil things. The dark side of me had been reignited to an even greater passion than ever before. My desire to corrupt and pervert had gained such a velocity as I planned the impending demonstration for the Reverend’s beloved Beneficiaries – was the great Soldier of Christ, so blind not to see the evil that she perpetuated in her war against Satan and his sexual demons? What was wrong with this picture? It all seemed warped and misaligned.
I guess she and her cronies were all in for a surprise. My plan was to subvert the Reverend’s clergy at their most venerable point… if they were prepared to make sacrifices… there would be sacrifices… many of them. I would push it to the point that nobody, including the Beneficiaries, could deny their baser instincts… that their sinful desires were no different from the Satanic church… that they needed to acknowledge that they had well and truly crossed the moral line… using the unwanted children of Malum as a means to an end, was also be the end of their own morality. They all wanted what I wanted… they were just not prepared to openly acknowledge their allegiances to dark sexual desires.
I closed my eyes, touched myself and could smell the debauchery – lust, sin and the unbridled desire of the Church of Satan. In my minds eye I could see my evil ritual unfold… Marinette, the androgynous goat dancer, perched upon a thin phallic pedestal as black robed figures with bare feet chanted as they paced anticlockwise around her, each carrying a large lit black candle. Recognizable by her shinny dark flesh, Marinette’s face was covered by a skull-like mask that paid homage to the Goat of Mendes with curved horns extending upwards. A necklace of recently severed and bloody penises huge over her small exposed breasts and from between her splayed legs, her huge erect cock stood completely upright.
“Defanatus verpa, perversa verpa, Satanas muniat adoramus.
Oramus masturbari ac Satanas, fornicemur est diabolus.”
[“Unholy cock, perverse cock, we worship the tool of Satan.
We pray and masturbate to Satan, we fornicate for the Devil.”]
The chanting worshipers, place their candles in a loose circle around the phallic pedestal, then remove their dark robes to reveal the nubile bodies of twelve young effeminate boys each with his own set of demon horns. The twelve fair-skinned children all began to furiously rub their little hairless erections as they knelt around the feet of the goat dancer. In the iridescent light of their ritual candles, the goat dancer stroked her enormous black flesh pole, swaying back and forth, thrusting her narrow hips in masturbation dance to the pagan beat and her worshipers cries of their perverted and blasphemous prayers summon.
“Defanatus verpa, perversa verpa, Satanas muniat adoramus.
Oramus masturbari ac Satanas, fornicemur est diabolus.”
“Benedictus urinam,” [“Blessed urine”] she screams back at them, as the goat dancer performs the Devil’s Eucharist, baptizing them in the Sacrament of Urine, pissing wildly over the young boys, soaking them in the process. They begin to fight with each other as they try and capture a mouth of her hot salty piss.
The goat dancer grabs one of the smallest of the young boys, lifting him, as he was weightless into the air above her chest. She positions his anal opening over the wet bulbous head of her black thick cock. The boy struggles momentarily, but his efforts to escape are hopeless.
“NO! NO! It’s too big!!” He screams. “ARRrrrrrgHHHHHHHH!”
I dig my fingers deeper into my hot cunt at the thought of the young boy’s screams in abject agony as the nefarious goddess impales him upon her iron hard cock.
I groaned out loud and my fingers moved faster and faster, playing with both my clit and cunt, as my mind turned to another even darker and more nefarious fantasy.
It played out as a depraved parody of the birth of the Christian Messiah. I first imagined a morbid nativity-like rural scene set in a putrid stable of the inn that stank of animal feces and the snake-filled manger surrounded by huge inverted crosses crudely formed from heavy wooden hammer beams each with a naked and bloody pregnant teen nailed to them. This was no Neapolitan Baroque nativity scene. No angels bathed in heavenly light could be seen – in their place black-skinned demons masturbate themselves as they reside over the moans of agony that filled this unholy enclave. The lies the bastard Nazarene were to be exposed… the Holy Ghost fucking the Son of God into a virgin bride… let the fucking of the innocent begin with the end – birth and crucifixion as one.
Enter Brother Peter and the very pregnant Sister Ruth, posed as if Joseph and Mary-like characters, dressed in the traditional clothing of the period.
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