Giving Myself To Satan By Satansharlot666 – Non-Fiction

I wish I could go back to that night five years ago when I gave myself to my Master. Him coming to me in my room then sneaking out of my bedroom window. Walking down the street in my nightgown with a coat over me absolutely sure I would get caught. My heart racing and palms sweaty. Getting to the cemetery and sneaking through the fence.

Smelling the incense and weed in the air and being drawn like a moth to a flame. Walking through the wet grass and feeling the wetness on my feet until I found the eight men that I knew worshiped there. Hiding behind a tree and watching for a few moments then dropping my coat and walking out before them in my nightgown. It was like they were expecting me. Like they knew I was coming. No words spoken.

Just being surrounded and touched for the first time by hands not my own. My nightgown being ripped off of me and thrown aside. Tongues and fingers in my three holes. Being slapped and spanked. Bitten and spit on. Being dropped to my knees to enjoy their scepters. Devouring meat after meat like a hungry dog while feeling the hot satanic cream oozing down my throat and chin and dripping on my body and then … fuck I want to go back.