FORCED CONVERSION by SatanWorshipper

Feature Writer: SatanWorshipper

Feature Title: Forced Conversion

Published: 04.12.2022

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Author’s Notes: Christians throughout the centuries have forced millions of people — most egregiously we Satan lovers — to convert to their despicable religion through brutality, torture and murder — now it’s our turn. Payback.

Forced Conversion

My wife Lilith and myself, Damien, both devout theistic Satan Worshipers, began attending St. Michael’s Catholic Church a few weeks ago, posing as committed believers in Jesus Christ (curse his name), even wearing vile non-inverted crucifixes.

Methodically scouting the attendees, we finally came upon the perfect nuclear family for our wicked plans: parents in their early forties, a son and a daughter in their late teens. The entire family looked fresh-faced, wholesome and very, very innocent.

Perfect for corruption.

We befriended them, eventually sitting with them through weeks of, “Sinday,” morning services, pretending to listen with rapt attention to the sermons praising their foul, abominable Jesus, their Judeo-Christian, “God,” and their, “Holy Ghost.”

Fuck, we even gathered the strength to sing their idiotic hymns. It quite literally made us sick to our stomachs.

The only thing that enabled us to make it through the services without vomiting right there in the church were the inverted crosses we wore under our clothes and our silent prayers to Lord Satan, the true God, the only God.

Finally, we picked one particular Sunday to strike and to reign down Satan’s hell fires upon these Christian vermin.

After morning services, the six of us came back to our house for lunch. As nauseating as it was for us, we even decorated our residence with a few upright crucifixes on the walls and a few bibles properly displayed on stands. Like our Dark Lord, we are such skilled deceivers. After spoken prayers of gratitude to their lord, Jesus and their, “Holy Spirit,” (Lilith and I were silently blaspheming them), we served lunch.

The parents (named after their beloved fictitious biblical characters) – Luke and Mary – forbid their children – Adam and Eve (how cute) – from drinking alcohol, but they allowed themselves one glass of red wine a week after services. We served the kids iced tea.

What none of them knew was that we had spiked their drinks with one of the most effective date-rape drugs, GHB. They toasted Jesus and then started drinking, getting woozy in seconds and then blacking out.

DAY ONE

A few hours later, we had them tightly bound to chairs, naked, in the pitch dark in our elaborate Unholy worship space thirty miles away, deep underground in isolated woods. Demonic Binaural Mantra music playing softly in the background.

They soon came to, groggy and disoriented, not knowing what had happened to them or where they were. At that moment, we turned on dim lighting so they could see where they were: our large blasphemous space painted black and red, adorned with inverted crucifixes, 666s and pentagrams.

Mary shrieked. The rest of the family trembled with fear. We entered the worship dressed in black robes, wearing numerous large, inverted crucifixes and pentagrams around our necks and on our faces, Belial Devil masks with horns. The masks only covered parts of our faces so that our captives could, if they took a moment to comprehend, clearly see who we were.

“Damien?” Luke asked, bewildered, “Lilith?”

Instead of answering, we – standing mere inches away, towering over them – loudly proclaimed,

“Hail Satan! Fuck Jesus Christ! Fuck God! Fuck the Holy Spirit!

“Satan is Lord!”

Shocked, Mary screamed, demanding, “Who are you people?! We thought you were fellow believers in Jesus. We thought you were our friends.”

Lilith and I laughed cruelly.

“We are disciples of Lord Satan,” I replied, “We love, adore and worship Him.

“And you will too soon,” Lilith added.

“Never!” they all defiantly yelled, “Jesus is Lord.”

“Let us go now,” Luke said, “Or we’ll call the police.”

I explained to them their situation: they were fifty yards underground in an extremely remote area. We had even sound-proofed our space. They could yell and scream for the police all they wanted to, but no one would hear them.

“We will let you go right now, with one condition,” I said.

“What’s that?” Luke replied suspiciously.

“Reject Jesus Christ and give your soul to Satan for eternity,” I said.

He became outraged.

“We will never, ever do that!” he said, struggling in vain to free himself from the ropes that tightly bound him his chair, “Jesus is our Lord and Savior!”

“You may want to think long and hard about that,” Lilith said.

And with that, we left the space and turned off the lights so that they were once again in pitch blackness with only the Demonic prayer mantra to listen to, but this time at maximum volume.

They would have no food and no water. And because we had secured steel rods into the males’ urethras (a common BDSM practice) and fat steel plugs in the bitches’ cunts and deep inside all of their assholes, they would not be able to relieve themselves of urine and shit, which would back up inside them.

They would stay that way for the next twelve hours, locked inside, praying to Jesus, who of course would do nothing to help them.

DAY TWO

The next morning, we re-entered the space and turned on the lights. The family all looked miserable and in great agony – just like Jesus on the cross – from lack of food and water, but especially from not being able to relieve themselves. Their will was starting to break.

“Please,” Mary said, “Please let us go to the bathroom.”

“Absolutely,” I replied, “As soon as you commit your souls to Satan for eternity.”

This time, they didn’t defiantly say no. They just sat there with their heads slumped onto their chests. They didn’t say yes, but they didn’t say no.

“I see you need further motivation,” I said.

And with that, we unbound the barely legal daughter, Eve, attached her to a large black inverted cross in front of the parents and began flogging her back hard, just like the Roman soldiers had done to Jesus.

She screamed in shock and terror and pain, and the parents begged us to stop. Filled with demonic lust, we ignored their pleas and started flogging her harder and harder, bloodying her entire back, laughing with glee, enjoying the pain we were inflicting on her. And the tormented emotional pain we were inflicting on the parents.

A weeping Eve screamed and screamed and screamed at the top of her lungs for us to stop. We ignored her. The fun had just begun. We took the virgin bitch off the cross – she was barely conscious at this point – removed the plugs from her pussy and ass, and started raping her with evil delight.

“We hate you you little Christian cunt,” Lilith told her.

I pounded her pussy, roughly stretching it to the breaking point, while at the same time Lilith destroyed her tight little asshole with a fifteen inch black strap-on the shape of a horse’s cock.

Out of her mind with trauma and still screaming at the top of her lungs, Eve again tearily begged us to stop, but that only inspired us to new depraved levels of unholy depravity. We started pounding her even harder, her cunt and asshole by this point nice and bloody.

It felt so good. We fucked her like animals, grunting and growling like the demons inside us, faster and faster and faster, even after the little bitch had passed out.

The mother, Mary, was reduced to soul-wracking sobbing at this point, begging us to stop.

“Please, please, please, I beg you,” she said.

We laughed cruelly and kept up the violent assault on the daughter until I finally shot a thick load of hot cum all over her unconscious face while screaming, “Hail Satan! Fuck Jesus!”

We tied the little traumatized cunt back into her chair – butt and pussy plugs back in – and left all four of them in darkness once again, this time with black metal cranked to ear-splitting levels.

Again, no food, no water, no bathroom for the next twelve hours. We slammed the entrance door loudly behind us, locking them once more.

DAY THREE

The next morning, they were only semi-conscience, close to death. We again gave them the chance to piss and shit, but only all over the bibles we had placed under their toilet-like chairs through which their asses and genitals hung. This time, to our pleasure, they hesitantly agreed. We removed all the plugs and rods from their holes.

“We’re sorry Jesus,” Mary weakly said, weeping, “So sorry. But we’re weak and don’t deserve you. Please forgive us.”

And then they defecated and pissed over the bibles.

Lilith and I howled with glee.

“Do you now accept Satan as your Lord and Savior?” I asked them.

No one answered.

We grabbed the son, Adam, untied him, and started raping him too. Lilith again put on her horse strap on and violently went to work on his virgin asshole, plunging all fifteen inch dildo in on the first try. He screamed out in pain. Lilith didn’t care. She kept on going with a violent, hell-like fury.  At the same time, I face-fucked him, gagging him with my stiff cock deep down his throat until he too almost vomited.

The parents were too far gone to even protest.

“What kind of parents are you to let your children endure such abuse?” I asked them.

“This can all be over in a second if you merely commit your souls to for eternity,” Lilith said.

And with that, we once again left them alone in the dark until the next morning. This was so much fun.

DAY FOUR

On the fourth day, we entered and found them broken.

“We will do as you ask,” Luke said, utterly defeated.

“Get on with it then,” I said. “In unison.”

“Father Satan, we accept you as our Lord and Savior for eternity,” they said, “We commit our souls to you and we reject the false prophet Jesus Christ.”

“Excellent,” Lilith said, wickedly smiling, “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?”

We then untied them and let them have water and food for the first time in four days. We exited the room and locked them in once again, but this time, they looked slightly different somehow. That was a good sign.

THE FINAL DAY

The next morning, we once more entered the chamber and – Praise Satan – were delighted at what we saw: the whole family was now possessed by Lust Demons. They were was engaged in depraved, incestuous sex with wicked animistic grunts and growls, their eyes having turned an unholy red.

Luke was brutally fucking his daughter Eve’s cunt. Mary was tearing into her son’s asshole with our giant horse cock strap-on. The son and daughter were fisting each other’s throats, causing them to vomit all over the inverted crosses beneath them.

They all were loving it.

Luke came on Eve’s face and Mary squirted all over Adam’s. The brother and sister licked the hot juices off each other’s countenances, then spit them into each other mouths. They immediately started fucking again, this time Eve fucking mom’s cunt with the strap-on and Adam ramming his father’s ass with his stiff cock.

“Hail Satan,” they all yelled with evil animistic glee over and over and over. “Satan us God! Fuck Jesus Christ!”

We again left the room – this time with the door open. They were free to leave and start spreading Lord Satan’s message of lust and sin. But for the time being at least, they kept their sick incestuous orgy going. Mission accomplished. Satan was very, very happy with us. But our work was not done. We have already befriended another family at another church …

THE END