LUCIFER’S WHORE

Feature Writer: Wolftras ([email protected])

Feature Title: Lucifer’s Whore

Published: 2015 / This work is copyrighted to the author 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration.

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Pedo, Incest, NC, Violence, Anal

Synopsis: A story of incest and Demonic possession within a family through occult practice and arcane sex magic

Author’s Note: Firstly, this is no attempt at evangelization, this is a third person account of something similar that was experienced and subsequently shared. It has Satan, demons, incest and other taboo facets generally repulsive to the orthodox subscriber of Christian ideology. So if you choose to read beyond this you do so knowingly.

Characters: Melanie and Sean … Sister and brother … Older sister, younger brother / Melanie: average looking girl with soft brown hair, large brown eyes, small and cute pinkish lips. A young body, sleek and firm with its well formed curves, generally encased within ‘proper’ respectable jeans, skirts and dresses. Generally quiet and kept to her 18 year old self. Her closest companion was always her brother, even though they were going through a bit of a rough patch, ever since he hit his teens. He had become moody and temperamental around her. Found it hard to meet her eyes sometimes / Sean: raging hormones at 13, with shoulder length wavy brown hair. He was a relatively inconspicuous child and only the most attentive or observant adult would sometimes notice, an above average degree of observant intensity, coupled with a flash of occasional comprehension that was disproportionate to his age / Seemingly normal every day kids in a seemingly normal every day family. However, things weren’t as normal as they appeared.

Lucifer’s Whore

Matthew 18:2 [He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them.] “I THINK THE DEVIL HAD A SIMILAR.”

Matthew 19:14 [Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”] “THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WASN’T THE ONLY ONE GOING A BEGGING.”

1 Corinthians 14:20 [ Brothers and sisters, stop thinking like children. In regard to evil be infants, but in your thinking be adults.] “CATCH THEM YOUNG, ESPECIALLY FOR ‘EVIL’.”

Melanie was a quiet and introverted young lady who had developed a very serious interest in occult and mysticism many years ago. Tarot, astrology, gems, divination, even Wicca! Most of the stuff she managed to learn and experience was all technique and skill. Nothing that really had a logic or a path or a theology that was completely earthy and tangible. That was until she bumped into an interesting little write up on the Satanic Church in a newspaper clipping.

Without really dwelling on what drew her to it, it suffices to say that the clipping was the start of what was to become her true calling and existence. She researched, she studied, she browsed and she spared no avenue, in her attempts at understanding the darkness within her. The darkness that we all have. The darkness that to her at least, was actually a ‘knowing’. A ‘Knowing’ of a reality if not a truth, that had long been forbidden due to prejudice and societies convoluted evolution.

These studies changed her internally. She saw more. Felt more. Sensed so much more. She knew without needing explanations, that her parents were strained, and that this was normal. She knew her father masturbated to online porn and sometimes to thoughts of her. She knew that at times his thoughts would turn to her, especially on the occasions he’d come into give her a goodnight peck and hug. This was the reality disguised by a veneer of denial, that all mothers, women and daughters struggled to maintain.

She knew her mother was incapable of overcoming her mental barriers. Of seeking relief from her own fingers in the stillness of the night.

She knew her brother was going through a change. She knew he wanted to brush himself against her. She knew he was scared to try it.

She Knew!

And it was the knowing that uplifted her. It was the knowing that came from recognizing ‘the humanity’ in those around her, that allowed her to look past and seek something that was beyond it.

They say the universe listens. It listens to the son who strokes himself against his sheet. It hears his ragged breathing. It listens to the guilty husband, who touches himself while his wife sleeps. It hears the restful breathing, that follows their rapid climax. It smells their musty scent on the sheets and towels that lie in the corner, discarded, yet carrying within them the fruits of cloistered lust.

And the Universe listened here!

Melanie had slowly built around herself, a magnificent ability to be inconspicuous, as well as a devastating ability to make her presence felt if she chose to. When she wanted to experiment with her knowledge she would. She would chose her unsuspecting male victim. Draw him on patiently, encouraging him to willingly allow himself to be used and manipulated. Then she would gently let him loose. The idea was to get without giving herself away. She wasn’t ready yet. But ready for what ? This was the question she knew would be answered someday.

There were the moments in cars in darkened streets. Early hours from four to five. A young man, and old man. It did not matter. The rush and the control was what mattered, what appeased her. The dichotomy of having just purged a raging lustful lonely perverse soul by swallowing a warm and sticky mouth of semen, against the quiet quaint ‘daughter/sister’ oblivious to the havoc her quiet sensuality and subtle feminine aroma was causing in her father and brother.

There was the thrusting against a complete stranger, so hurried that he only managed to rub against her, not even penetrate before he came.

There was the fulfilling moments with a more sensitive creature, a woman trapped in the physical form of a man. Her experiments with transgenderism were deeply revealing into human psyche. But that is another tale.

There was the inhaling of body odors, the sweat, the perfume, the mint, the cosmetic layers. The rancid tangy aftermath of urine and sweat. The musky odor that permeates and engulfs the nostrils from a partners more atypical orifices, where few would care to venture.

She was wild! But not in the sense of a loud and brash person. More like a young snake in the bushes, slithering along, tasting the air. She was of this earth yet moved in the shadows and the dungeons that exist in all our minds. And she accessed them through the doorways of her own sensual soul. Around a month before this was shared with me, Melanie had come across an old and tattered textbook, from a collection of occult books she had stolen from an old librarian. These included rare works of Paschal Beverly Randolph, Ida Craddock and Aleister Crowley among others. The old book was a very large leather bound diary, faded with the years and literally held together by twine.

At first, she didn’t think much of the book. From experience she knew that it would probably be just another journal of little or no consequence. However, late into the night, she awoke with a nagging thought to look at it.

She slipped out of bed, wearing her short and loose T- Shirt and moved towards her locked closet, where most of her private library was secreted away. Moving toward her closet, a sudden sound from outside her room reached her ears. Experience had taught her what the sound probably was, but still, she felt a slight urge to verify her opinion.

And besides, it was how her mind worked. Curious? Willing? Think it over? Do it!

She stepped out off her slippers and into the corridor, making her way to the nearest room her brother’s. The door was as usual (as per house rules) ajar. And from her view, she could quiet clearly make out her brother’s soft and steady movement under his mattress. This didn’t surprise her. It was as it usually was. It was exciting in a sense, but she still had boundaries that needed to be secured before she explored this avenue of sensual interest.

Turning away, she moved towards the master bedroom. This was usually kept shut at night. However, on this particular occasion(as well as on a few others) it was not. So, and as she had on many previous occasions, Melanie peeked into her parents private chambers.

There was her large and hairy father thrusting himself into her mother steadily and powerfully, while she slay spreadeagled on her stomach. He had one hand on the pillow beside her head and the other entwined in her hair.

With every thrust inside her body, he would jerk her head backwards, much as he would a horse. It was crude, it was impersonal, it was purely about release. Her father just wanted to fuck. He didn’t want to see his wife’s face. This was erotic, physically stimulating and completely about him.

But it was obvious that her mother was not altogether unaffected by the thrusting. Her occasional grunts and the way she was kneading the pillow indicated some significant level of pleasure.

Suddenly she sensed a change in her father. He reached down with both hands, cupped his wife’s full breasts and hauled her up to her knees. She was now on her hands and knees in front of him, breathing heavily and looking back. Her full ass pulled taught as she bent forward on her knees.

Melanie could sense the momentary confusion as her mother tried to figure out what her husband wanted. For a few seconds he kept still, stroking her back and her curvaceous ass. Then he suddenly reached forward, placed his hand on her neck and shoved her face in to the pillow before her. This had the effect of amplifying her ass and the physical pleasure on his rampant hard-on.

She heard her father pull himself out with a loud wet sound. She watched him spit onto his hard and raging cock repeatedly, spreading the moisture all over himself. She heard an apprehensive whisper form her mother, followed by a firm slap on her ass, as her father positioned himself. Then for the first time in a long while, something happened that surprised her.

Two things actually.

One: Accompanied by a sudden shocked but muffled shout from her mom, she watched her father simultaneously position and thrust himself into his wife’s ass, in one hard and cruel movement.

Two: He turned and looked towards Melanie!

It came to her as a shock that she had inadvertently taken a position that was not quite hidden. He had seen her. And most astonishingly, he had done what he did; knowing she was looking; wanting her to see it!

He didn’t look away, nor did she.

He just kept thrusting into his wife, while she lay there moaning, unable to move from the pain, as he repeated and cruelly raped her. His moves got faster and faster and she could see he was close to climaxing. As his thrusts grew in their intensity he began to squeeze the plump cheeks before him. Hard and cruelly, digging his strong fingers into their luscious softness, as if to tear their way in.

As sweat poured down his back, he reached up and brought his palm down hard. Grunting hard and never taking his fevered eyes off his daughter, he repeatedly slapped his wife’s ass in rhythm to his movements.

Her mother was no longer whimpering, she was moaning; whether in pleasure or pain was the question. But who cared?

It was obvious that he was close to cumming!

Just as it seemed he was about to come, Melanie simply turned away and left the doorway. She knew instinctively that her leaving would deflate him. He wanted her to see his ultimate display of manhood. She knew it! Knew his desire! And that was all she needed! Her knowledge and awareness was her power!

Turning back to her room, she passed her brothers door. It looked like he had finally drifted off to sleep.

Returning to her room, she felt oddly excited. The activity of the last few minutes had definitely excited her. But rather than calm herself immediately, she decided to channelize herself as she had trained herself to do. Grabbing the old and torn book, she placed it on the bed in front of her and slowly started unravelling the ancient knots.

It was to be the turning point of her life.

From the minute she opened it, she knew she had stumbled on something very powerful. The book had no title and no introduction. It was a hardbound manual, covering a number of different summoning rituals, spells and also what appeared to be a very unusual variation of the Black Mass and a Satanic Baptismal Rite.

She couldn’t take her eyes of the ancient writings and sigils. The pictures, all drawn by hand and terrifyingly powerful in their explicit detail, seemed to speak to her from a different world. They called to her.

She read through the night and she didn’t stop till she had read it twice, before dawn spilt its warm yellow seed onto the cold floor of her room.

It was a Saturday morning, so there was no real need to rush. Her father left early in morning on an out station assignment, leaving Melanie free of any actual weirdness that might have arisen from the previous night’s events.

So she stayed in her room with her curtains drawn, and by the light of her bed lamp she read and read and practiced.

The house was very quiet that day.

xxxxx

Sean just had to know! There was something about his sister that was so different from other girls. He knew it. She knew it. He didn’t know what it was but he knew it had something to do with the stuff she read and kept in her closet.

He watched her. He fantasized about her. He couldn’t stop imagining her in all the ways he had seen his parents from time to time, or in the ways of the magazines and online portals. It was all he could think about.

But she scared him. Every time she looked at him now, it was like she looked through him. Into him.

And the last night, when she stood outside their parent’s room, there was something so cold and distant about her observation. She was so still. And when she went back, he had taken her place. He saw his father take his mother hard and with anger. As if there was something he wanted but couldn’t get, and he was venting his anger.

He heard his mother whimper with pain and yet, he couldn’t look away. There was something so primeval and raw about what he was witnessing. Then he saw his father give one mighty thrust and hold himself deep within his mothers bowels. He knew his father had just cum.

Sean noticed that he had started stroking himself. He wanted to hold on for a little while longer. Then he saw his father pull out and roughly turn his mother over. What happened next surprised him. His father’s hardness had not yet wilted. It was wet and slick.

Positioning himself between his wife’s bent knees, his father started thrusting again. But this time he grabbed one large soft breast in each hand, and using that as an anchor to pull on, he increased his pace. Strangely his mother seemed to have settled down to the rough and ruthless manhandling. She actually appeared to be moving along with her husband’s thrusts.

Sean couldn’t hold on much longer, the sight of the breasts being squeezed the wetness flowing onto the sheets, the animal ferocity all made him turn and run to his room, where he sought the only relief he could possible provide himself with. He stroked himself and within a few short strokes, the pent up arousal of the last half an hour emptied itself on him, his head boards and the sheets.

Then he slept.

xxxxx

Later in the day, after their parents had both left, the father to work and the mother; god knew where, Sean lay in bed wondering about the night before. He heard his sisters door open as she made her way to the washroom.

He knew she would take at least an hour going about her various personal and intimate activities.

Almost as if he was watching a movie, he felt or rather saw himself rise and move towards his sisters room. Why he had no idea. It was as if something was guiding his feet, manipulating his movements.

In her room, lying on the bed and under the covers he saw a large lump. Drawing the covers away, he noticed an old tattered manuscript.

Again, as if on automatic pilot he found himself picking up the book and walking out of the room.

xxxxx

Melanie was lying in her tub, her mind busy with a strange and unusual ritual tucked away in the manuscript. Would she ever have the courage to try it. It was the ultimate test of faith.

Say the words, repeat them, feel them! Place the dagger against your chest where you are most soft. Point it upward towards your mortal beating heart. Say the words, repeat them, believe them! Call the creatures by their names, Pierce your heart so they may gain, A body a place a soul again. And through this passage twixt life and beyond, You will walk immortal, from this day on.

She wanted it, she wanted to feel the beast within. She wanted to be a demons whore. She wanted to be the living gateway, between this world and hell. She had read the chants, but she hadn’t spoken them out. She could feel the vibrations by their mere thought. She was cold and hot at the same time.

She could feel a warmth spreading through her, into her. She could feel the searing lust of unearthly desire pierce her very soul. This was power that was ancient and pure. Yet it needed a sacrifice. A human sacrifice. Could she find the courage to plunge a blade into her heart, chanting the ancient names and words.

She was lost in the moment, time seemed to stand still as she closed her eyes and softly breathed out the words that had seared themselves onto her soul. She spoke them out softly… Closed her and repeated them again, and again and again.

She could feel the power building, knocking against the walls of her heart and soul. She turned to the ancient science of Magick to guide her through this.

Sex magick is a powerful tool when wielded by one who knows how. It gathers your desires, channelizes the pure powerful energy of desire, builds it to a peak until the point of orgasm, and blasts it towards the intended purpose of the ritual.

Melanie started chanting the words from the book, but instead of a knife into her heart, she began to stroke around and into herself. Slowly her arousal grew as did the power of her chanting. First one finger , then two. Then one slipped into her small and tight asshole. One hand stimulated her breasts, while the other kept her at a fevered pitch with her ministrations.

Steadily her pace began to increase, but her mind stayed focused on the chant. It was a delicious and heady feeling. One that only those who have experienced can ever describe. She was oblivious of her thrashing in the tub, oblivious of time. This was a moment in eternity and she intended to pierce the fabric of time itself.

Her orgasm built and built and suddenly she felt it was time to release her will.

In one enormous explosion of sexual outpouring Melanie had the strongest orgasm of her life. So powerful in fact, that she simple fell back against the tub in a deep and lifeless faint.

xxxxx

Sean was seated in his room. He was oblivious to all but the words before him. He could feel a force whispering to him. Its voices growing in intensity and urgency.

Unknown to him, and while he was reading his sister had already started chanting. And something had come in answer to her calls. Something was drawn to her energy. Her sexual beacon had pierced into the realms that separate the world of man from hell.

And realm’s lord sent his minion! It desired a gate way, a soul. It needed a blood sacrifice! It needed the words of power to set it free! It needed a vessel to plant itself! And it could sense the vulnerability of the intense young boy, mesmerized by the Ancient Spell of Summoning, hypnotized by the force of his sisters Magick and tremendously vulnerable to the lust for flesh that lay dormant within his beating heart.

The Creature breathed his command into Sean’s fluttering heart.

xxxxx

Sean reached into his chest of drawers, and withdrew an old double-edged dagger. A beautiful heirloom given to him by an ancient and now dead relative.

His eyes fell upon the pages before him, as his hand tore open his shirt.

The pages had strange stains upon them, old rust colored stains. Had other before him walked this path. Had they too torn open their hearts to let in the power of immortality.

He drew the blade as if in a dream and place it against his heart. As if on their own accord, he began to chant. Little did he know that his chanting was coinciding with his sister’s.

He spoke the words, he felt them. He whispered the chants before him. He believed it.

He repeated them again and again and faster and faster. His grip on the knife tightened more and more and suddenly; in time to his sister’s orgasm, he slammed the knife into his heart.

xxxxx

Melanie opened her eyes and looked around her. The bathroom was a mess of water every where. She knew something had happened, but she didn’t know what.

Slowly she rose to her feet, and stepped out of the tub. She sensed more than heard the door opening, and turned around. She didn’t bother to cover herself.

Sean stood in the doorway. There was hardly any white in his eyes. They were almost entirely black. Like two holes cut into his face. Her eyes traveled down his body. His shirt was gone as were his shorts.

He stood before her naked.

His body was covered in blood. And it dripped from a small wound in his chest. Even as she watched it, she saw it grow smaller and smaller. And then it was gone.

Now she knew! And now she knew even more! Suddenly she could sense the thoughts behind the darkness of the eyes before her.

Yes! She would be his. She was the devil’s whore from this day forth. She knew it.

Whatever was once her brother was now gone. In his place was a presence so powerful and terribly potent. Yet only she would know it. It still looked like him. But only she could see the darkness in the eyes.

Sean stepped forward to claim his prize. This was a beast now. A creature of perversion and lust. A master of material desire. And it wanted ‘pain’. And She was a willing subject.

Melanie watched as Sean reached forward towards her. His fingers encircled her wet hair. His other hand cupped her breast. And then he smiled.

She reached forward to cup his manhood. She felt it grow within her palms, larger and larger. It grew and it grew till she couldn’t encircle it. It jutted out almost 12 inches beyond his body.

She felt herself being spun around and bent over. Just as she had seen her mother the night before. Then with a violence that has no description, she felt her brother slam into her waiting, dripping pussy. She could feel it smash against her womb. She was possessed by more than lust. She was the creatures play thing. It was her power. It would nourish and fill her with its seed. It would carry her to places beyond the boundaries of this life. And she gave herself to it willingly.

The creature that was Sean plundered her depths. He scratched her back. He tore at her breasts, leaving angry red welts that bled in tiny droplets. Again and again he thrust into her. Faster and faster he moved until finally and with a roar of triumph it came deep within her womb. Filling her with his rotten and corrupted seed. It’s semen poured out of her battered pussy, ran down her legs.

Feeling his orgasm, Melanie began to spasm in turn. She started cumming equally hard, squeezing herself around him. With a loud cry the collapsed on the floor.

Sean pulled her towards him again, propped her up onto her knees. She knew what was coming, but was too exhausted to speak or say no; even had she wanted to. Sean spread her butt cheeks, placed his hard and slimy cock against her tight and wet hole, and in one brutal thrust, tore his way through.

The pain was excruciating, the pleasure for her was even more so. As he thrust into her repeatedly, pulling her into him, Sean exorcised all his long pending demons of desire for his nubile sister. His mouth spewed foul words and language as it encouraged her to greater level of depravity.

He plunged himself deeper and deeper into her bowels. She gave herself completely to her new master. Her brother, her summoning. He moved faster and harder while reaching forward and grabbing each breast. Yanking backwards and into himself, he used her breasts as reins to push himself deeper. All the while twisting and tearing at her nipples that were swollen and raw.

Harder and harder until once again she felt him swell and push ferociously inside her butt. She felt his seed pour out of him and wash itself against the walls of her ass.

Not yet content, Sean pulled himself out from her, turned her over and dragged her to her knees.

Cupping her face within hands that had suddenly grown much stronger, her coaxed her mouth open and look deep into her pliant eyes. She knew once again what was coming.

Drawing back, Sean positioned himself against her lips and then firmly started pushing his way into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. Holding her tight, he pushed his way into her, deeper and deeper. He felt her choke on his girth, felt her gagging. But he wouldn’t let go. He thrust harder and deeper while she continued to struggle for air. But she didn’t push him away. Oh no! This was what she desired.

Only at the point of near collapse did he pull back, allow her to gulp in air for a few seconds, before continuing. Melanie started squeezing his large and surprisingly heavy balls, adding to her brother’s pleasure.

Once again she felt the familiar expansion and the cock within her throat prepared to empty itself. Holding her breath she pushed her face all the way forward, ramming the large appendage deep into her throat, just before he began to spasm within her.

The volume was so much that she started to cough and choke, but he didn’t let go, and she hardly pulled back. He came in long powerful spurts, some she swallowed, most flowed out of her mouth and onto her body.

In a few seconds Sean pulled out. Brother and Sister looked at each other. The Creature and it’s mistress.

The door behind suddenly swung open, and there was their mother, staring at her children in shock!

There was a moments silence and then her eyes met her son, then as though hypnotized moved down his young body and froze at the sight of the large, wet, dripping and very rampant penis, that was twitching with renewed anticipation.

The darkness reached out her in a barely heard whisper, that slipped out through lips that barely moved, “Come … kneel … worship!”

THE END