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Writer: Lilith’s Bitch
Subject: The Occult Shop 3
Link: FetLife / 19.08.2024
Author’s Notes: I was most encouraged by the response to part one of the story I must say. Here is part two. If the comments are equally positive I have a plan for chapter three. I appreciate you may need to amend and make minor updates to the story — It was a sign that Satan was calling me while taking Halloween pictures.
The Occult Shop Initiates 3
Once upon a time, I was more gay than transsexual. Also, I had not heard Satan calling me to him, so unlike now, I was not a Satanist. I was staying at a rented house. It had a garage that was sometimes used as a photography studio. There were a couple of flash units, a remote shutter release, and a DSLR on a tripod. The results could be surprisingly good.
It was Halloween. I wanted to post some Halloween-themed, nude images, of myself but had not bought a costume yet. It was all a bit last minute and unplanned. So there I was, standing in front of the camera, without a clue as to what to do. Looked around, I noticed that I had some white chalk sticks and some candles.
It was the work of five minutes to chalk a pentagram on the concrete floor. I added a few made-up symbols, and put lighted candles at the five points of the star. I stripped naked feeling the cold concrete under my feet and walked to the center of the circle. I took some naked photographs of myself with a hard-on standing in the center of the circle — and was pleasantly surprised by how aroused I was.
Something in me was responding to the occult elements of the shoot. My erection was rock hard. I ended up stroking myself off for the camera and had a good solid orgasm which was a mild surprise. I posted the photos online and got an unexpected response. Some disliked them. However, someone told me that they got off on them.
Then there was one very different email. The email said I should be careful dabbling in things I did not understand, and that I not use the power of magic again without being more experienced. There was more about burning sage and black salt but I dismissed it all as nothing.
I didn’t follow up on the email or do any more Satanic photos as the negative response put me off posting more. However, a few days later I was trying to brush away the chalk and was about to use a bucket of water. For some reason it looked as if the symbols had changed — then I felt strangely aroused. I didn’t know why but suddenly my nipples felt very sensitive against my t-shirt. So, I took off my t-shirt. And then the rest of my clothes. It felt so right to step into the center again. This time it was for me, not others.
Looking back it was for others but not ones in this astral plane. Standing there nude it was very natural but I got the sense I was being watched — as if, I had been transported to a different place somehow — there were people around me, candlelight and I was transforming. Not quite a ritual sacrifice but certainly the very willing victim of someone else’s plan.
I closed my eyes and imagined hands, lips and tongues all over my body. Forceful hands pushed me onto my hands and knees and spread my legs. Then I felt what could only be a cock but a bigger thicker cock than any man possessed. It penetrated my ass deeply and powerfully.
I felt myself growing large breasts that swung in front of me. My hair was longer. My balls were being sucked up into my body, and I had a slit appearing, where my ball-sack used to be. The slit was increasing in size and lips growing at the edges — I was developing a pussy.
Unseen fingers held my new cunt apart and slowly it felt as if a cock was entering my virgin pussy! I was being fucked in the cunt, and ass, and was transformed into some Demon bitch whore enjoying being fucked by Demons — I felt cum pump into my ass and cunt — there was so much cum, it flooded out and down my legs. I reached down with my hand and found my new clit. It took only a few seconds of gentle stroking of the erect clit, for a massive orgasm to rip through my body.
Suddenly it all stopped and I was left back in the pentagram lying on the concrete confused but strangely satisfied. I felt scared by what I had just dreamily seen or even summoned as I tried to wash away the pentagram — was it a vision of a past or future event — I did not know — however, it left an invisible mark on me. Was I ready to accept my true nature erupted out of my subconscious dramatically?
Several years later, I have undergone powerful Satanic rituals with others. I had surrendered to the dark. I had found the original pics on a damaged memory stick. The symbols that I thought I had just made up, did exist. Now, I am more experienced and would never use them as they would invoke a hard-core demon.
Was there some repressed memory involved? Did this memory enable me to draw the symbols back then? Did my fake ritual do something to me? Did it begin my Satanic journey? I just do not know but I do wonder sometimes.
THE END OF CHAPTER THREE