Child Of The Dark God by Ray

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity as 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. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Writer: Ray

Subject: Child Of The Dark God

Link: LS666 Comments / 21.10.2024

Child Of The Dark God

I was about to take off and pick up my daughter, Cherry, from her school. I got a phone call from Sister Teresa asking if it’s okay if Cherry stays after school to help out on the Halloween display.

“I will be for about two hours for three nights a week, for two weeks for about two hours. Is that okay Miss Williams?” she asked.

“Well, I guess so. If she’s okay with it?” I answered.

“Yes,” replied Sister Teresa, “She wants to do this. She’s loving doing this. She’s perfect for this Halloween display we’re doing — let’s say, she’s born to do it!”

It all sounded a little bit odd to say, I thought to myself.

“I’ll pick her up around six,” I said.

“Yes, that would be perfect, Miss Williams,” said Sister Teresa, “And thank you for the use of your sweet little daughter.”

So at six, I went to get little Cherry from school. I picked her up but she seemed out of it for some reason.

“Sweetie, are you feeling okay?” I asked her.

“Yes, Mommy. I’m fine. I just want to take a bath if that’s okay?”

“Well sure honey. I’ll draw you a bath when we get home.” I answered.

“Thanks, Mommy!” she said.

“Are you sure you want to keep helping at the church, baby?”

“Yes, Mommy. I have to!”

“Well honey, you don’t have to — if you don’t want to,” I stated.

“Mommy, I’m ok with doing this.”

“Okay, sweetie!”

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Well, the next day was the last day helping out at the church. I got there a little early, I went to her classroom and knocked on the door. But there was no answer. I walked around the school and no one was there. I finally ran into the janitor and I asked if he knew where my daughter might be.

“She’s been working with Father Damien and Sister Teresa on the school’s Halloween display,” I suggested.

“Well, they’re not in the school,” replied the Janitor, “I believe they’re in the old church.”

“Where’s that?” I asked.

“The old church is behind the cemetery,” he informed me, “There’s a dirt road … over there. It will take you there.”

“Okay, thanks,” I said.

What’s going on? I thought. I followed the dirt road around to the old church. I knocked on the door but it was locked. I knocked again but still, there was no answer. So, I walked around to the back to see if anyone was actually in there.

So, I got to the back of this old rundown church. I pulled on the door and it opened. I walked in really quiet and looked around. I heard something down this rather dark, smelly, hallway. It stinks of stale urine and mold.

Finally, I came to this huge wooden door with a crucifix on it. But, for some reason, the crucifix is upside-down. It had the numeral “666” on it. I put my ear to the huge wooden door to hear inside. Faintly, I could hear some strange chanting. I slowly open the huge door. Inside the room beyond, it was dark and there were lots of candles …. yes, black candles everywhere.

Inside, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the lighting.

I froze. I couldn’t move. There was my little girl, Cherry. She was completely naked on the lap of this grotesque beast. I could see its deformed cock moving in and out of her tiny pussy … she had horns growing out of her skull, a goat’s tail hanging out of her ass, and she was pumping up and down on the beast with her legs spread wide. I could even see her little ass cheeks opening and closing with each pump …

Father Damien and Sister Teresa were both naked. They were fucking other little girls and boys, even younger than my Cherry. There were other unholy demons in the old church. They all had erect cocks waiting for the beast, that was fucking my little Cherry, to finish so they too could breed my daughter.

That’s when Cherry turned and looked at me. Her voice wasn’t her own. It was a satanic voice …

“Now you know what I am!” she growled evilly, “I’m the Wife of Satan. I’m the Mother of Hell. I’m the Child of Filth. I was born to serve the Dark Lord and all his demons, Mommy …”

Cherry climbed off the huge beast. The beast’s semen was draining from her ass and cunt. Her eyes were burning red. There was glowing fire coming from them.

She was truly an unholy thing to behold. Standing right in front of me, she opened her legs and grunted hard as a demon fell out from between her open legs. Her vagina gaped. The little beast fell out on the floor, complete with horns, hooves, and a tail. It had a slithering tongue that licked at my daughter’s oversized nipples as if it needed her to breastfeed it.

I was transfixed. I couldn’t look away. That’s when I noticed that there, between her legs, was a huge serpent hanging out. It slithered back and forth between her ugly, deformed cunt lips like an enormous clitoris — that was longer and fatter than a man’s cock.

“Take off your clothes, Mommy,” she barked at me, “Get on the floor, Now! Open your ass, Mommy. Take the serpent between my legs. Worship our Dark Lord, Satan, from now until eternity Mommy …”

I was no longer in control of myself. I found myself on all fours. I grabbed Cherry’s ass-cheeks, spreading them wide. I let the beast serpent inside of me even though I knew it would destroy me — infecting my mind and soul forever!

THE END?