DAISY, THE SATANIC, FILTHY, TEEN HOOKER SPEAKS by Mick

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story 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 such as is 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 that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Mike

Feature Title: Daisy, The Satanic, Filthy, Teen Hooker, Speaks.

Published: 22.04.2024

Story Codes: Young, Satanic, Blasphemy

Synopsis: A tell-all summary of Daisy’s (and her boyfriend, Mike) philosophy of life.

Daisy, The Satanic, Filthy, Teen Hooker, Speaks.

“It was reported to Judah, “Your daughter-in-law Tamar has turned to prostitution! And look! She’s pregnant because of it!” “Bring her out,” Judah responded, “Let’s burn her to death!” — Genesis chapter 28, verse 34

“Profanes herself by engaging in prostitution, she is profaning her father. She must be burned to death.” — Levicutus chapter 19, verse 29

“Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived; neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor homosexuals.” — 1 Corinthians chapter 6, verse 9

On bodily hygiene: “Neglecting one’s body, Paul says, is a sin of defiling what is holy, and God will punish for it.” — 1 Corinthians chapter 3 verses 16 to 17

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Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own. I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.

“Fuck Jesus!” Daisy said, “Fuck the Kingdom of God. Who wants that? I fuckin’ don’t! I want to inherit the kingdom of Satan, not god! Jesus wants our body and mind to be cleansed of filth, to be free of drink, and drugs, cleansed of evil thoughts and open to him. I want my body and mind to be filled with filth, drink, and drugs and open to my lord, Satan!”

I am Daisy. I am a Scarlet Harlot. I love the pleasure that following him brings me. I am a soul-less witch, spreading depravity and blasphemy for Satan’s pleasure for I believe he looks down on me and masturbates watching me give myself to drink, drugs, prostitution, and filthy fornication. I am his disciple, diving ever deeper into the abyss of perversion and loving the adventure.

My boyfriend (Mick) and I, practice rituals invoking and inviting demons to use us as they see fit, opening our minds and bodies for possession by Him, fueled by booze and drugs. We are pure gutter trash, filthy dope whores who spread bareback for any men who get us drunk or spun. Our ultimate aim is to find Christian men, pervert them, and make them weep with shame and we succeed a lot! Christian men, married with their Christian wives and Christian kids look at us when we’re out on the trawl for punters and we see the lust in their eyes.

The men stare at us walking the shopping streets in the daytime and can almost hear them thinking— “She’s a hooker! Look at her bare, tatted belly, look at the length of that skirt — it flashes her knickers from the front and (turn to look) her ass cheeks as she walks. And her boyfriend — skintight low-rise filthy stretch jeans showing the bulge and outline of his cock and balls. Fuck! What I’d do to have a night with them instead of a fucking bible study and cocoa when we get home.”

Our dream is to corrupt a priest or church minister with temptation using our fit bodies and lascivious behavior and clothing. To bring him to our home and fuck him all night, giving him all the filthy pleasures he must surely dream and masturbate about.

We live in a trailer, as filthy as our minds. The place stinks of stale piss and dirty sex. The black sheets on the beds and couches are streaked with bodily filth — cunt-spew, dried cum, and streaked trails of smegma where dirty cocks have smeared on their way to my cunt or mouth or Sam’s mouth or asshole. There are empty liquor bottles strewn about, along with roach ends and used needles. We have a bucket into which we throw the used condoms we find in the back alleys and male urinals, we save them to use in our private worship of Satan. And we mock Jesus when we use them.

At the end of our bed is a huge, floor-to-ceiling, poster. It shows Satan, himself, sitting on a throne. Snakes and vile insects are crawling all over him. He has a huge cock, slimy as fuck, and a little six-year-old girl has her mouth on it.

Oh! How I yearn to smell and lick that beautiful Satanic cock someday! All around the throne there are dancing kids of all ages. The young boys have little tunic skirts that aren’t long enough to cover their cocks and balls and they all have erections — big erections for little boys.

The girls also wear the skirt-things and it’s their cunts on display. The older girls and boys have groin hair. All the kids are dancing together, some rutting against each other. Some of the six and seven-year-old boys are clutching girls of the same age and fucking as they dance.

Some of the older girls are sucking the cocks of the little boys and some more of the older girls are pressing the faces of the little preteens into their cunts. The cunts have stuff drooling out of them, plastering their cunt-hair and clinging to their thighs. Some of those older girls are wiping the little kids’ faces right in there, grinding their hips on those not-so-innocent sexualized, and Satanized little kids. The lewd grins on the kid’s faces show the pleasure they are getting from being used as objects of sex.

Small kids are crawling all over Satan himself. It looks like they are taking it in turns to wipe themselves on His drooling groin area. To both sides, there are devils fucking little kids, boys and girls. The kids have their legs spread open wide and the devil’s cocks are deeply embedded up the girl’s cunts and up the boy’s assholes. All the kids have lewd grins on their faces, showing the enjoyment they are getting from this vile fornication — they are enjoying it because they have Satan controlling their desires.

One teen stands, legs played wide. A slimy-black serpent has invaded her lithe, sweating body. The tail of the thing is hanging out of her cunt, whipping between her splayed thighs. Its body has invaded hers, the head of it is hanging out of her mouth, an evil shine to its jet-black eyes as its snake-tongue licks the teen’s filthy tits.

This is the image we pray in front of every night, masturbate in front of every day, fuck in front of every drug-fueled night. Satan is our lord and master who, we believe, is looking down on us and taking pleasure in the slaves we have become.

Jesus? We hope and believe he looks down on us and fucking weeps! We have no self-value, nor worth, except in the loads of cum we regularly take from anonymous guys recruited from the innocent streets and back-street drinking bars of the city in which we live. I tell guys, why should they care about me if I don’t?

We don’t matter. We are nothing. Me? Nothing but a good pair of tits, a filth-craving mouth, a cunt always hungry for cock, and an asshole equally hungry. Mick? A lithe, fit, dirty body with an asshole open to all, opened by all!

We are objects to be used and thrown back in the gutter like the filthy trash that we are!

I am a public teen hooker cum dump, regularly fucking anonymous men from the seedy drinking bars and clubs in the city. Me and my boyfriend have even befriended young homeless guys and brought them home to our caravan where we use coke and booze to get stoned together and have a night of filthy-stinking fucking.

This is what we are, this is what we were born to do. I get off on high-risk sexual Russian roulette, I love knowing that it’s a game I am going to lose and the excitement when I feel some anonymous guy’s filthy cock banging up my cunt is immense. Or sharing a joint or a needle with some junkie I don’t know anything about — not even his name.

I sell myself cheap, to any guy who likes his cunts to be filthy-stinking gutter-trash. My tattoos are all deviantly sexual. Images of Satan himself. Lewd images of cunts and cocks, hairy cunts with slimes of jizz hanging out of them, cocks with their heads slimed with smegma.

THE END