Going South by Destiny1961

Writer: Destiny1961

Subject: Going South

Link: LS666 Emails / 12.11.2023

Going South

I am driving the back roads of the South as have just lost my mate.

I tried to be that straight Christian man for her but fell short. We moved South to the bible belt to get away from the sin of the North. I am coming from a service and intervention with a preacher to help get my head straight. I find myself in that part of town that is lost in time.

It looks like what would be a stereotypical hick town for rednecks. As I hit some bumps I feel my small boobs bounce from the hormones I took. It brings me back to those nights in my basement. I was stuck between light and dark. I could picture myself reading my bible — then the satanic bible and watching porn. I took pills and watched sissy videos as I tried to become something — shall it say —different.

I started to hurt from kidney stones. I popped a pain pill. I think about the preacher talking about the future. He talked about how good will become evil, evil become good, and how men will become women. He mentioned the new world where Satan will rule and be on the throne as it starts to rain. I start to feel the pain pill kick in and figure I should stop for the night.

I see a dimly lit motel ahead and pull in.

What a night, first this stereotypical hick town and a dimly lit motel that looks out of a horror movie, complete with lights going on and off. If that’s not enough the sign says it is Motel 66 and someone painted another six under to make it “666”. It looks like even a few rooms are boarded up.

The sound of the rain and the effects of the pill hit me. I started to fade. I hear a knock on the window and roll it down to see these massive breasts. Like a wet t-shirt contest. I see her nipples trying to break through what looks like a bustier. Fishnets and all. For a minute I swear there is a bulge in her skirt, but the silence is broken.

“Are you okay?” she asks, “Hey, let me take you inside.”

I hop out and she guides me to an office. The lights flicker as we go inside.

“Son? Can you come out here,” she calls from the back.

Her son looks like a typical redneck. He comes out and gives his Mother a kiss on the lips. I figure that he’s about twenty years of age. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants as if, before our arrival, he’d been looking at porn.

“Check on the girls and get this guy a room,” she asks her backward son.

He snickers as his mother mentions the word “girls”.

“We have one room left,” he says, “ I must apologize in advance. The rooms next door are already taken. One side is taken by two girls that call themselves sacred prostitutes — they’re pretty good if you like “those” types of girls. On the other side are two gay guys — they can get loud. Anyway, it must be your lucky night as you’ve got room number seven. I reckon that number is lucky, right? I think it means completion … like in the bible,” he giggled.

He got me the key and walked me to my room. As we pass Room number six, I notice that it’s actually numbered“666”. Just then, his Mother and the two women walk out.

“Please forgive the noise. We’re just worshiping,” one of the women says.

The two look mesmerizing. I partially see inside as the room is lit by red light and see a statue on the dresser of Baphomet. I get a sharp pain from my kidney stone. They notice my pain and one of the two women walks into her room and comes out with a pill,

“This will help with the pain.”

She makes me feel bad until I take it. We move on. As we start to unlock my door the two men come out from room eight, which is written as “Room Ate” and the guys giggle.

“Yer, once you get eaten, you’re in heaven,” he says.

Lightning flashes and the lights flicker out, but the son has a flashlight. He opens my door and we go in.

“I will try and get the generator up,” he tells me as he lights two candles that have a bible between them.

“Are you a cop?

I shake my head. Then I find out why. He opens the drawer right under the bible and there inside is weed, poppers, and whiskey.

“Just in case … you need some,” he says, just as the lights flicker back on and mine goes out. He looks in the closet for a bulb but doesn’t have any luck.

Only a black light bulb, but it’s light. The TV pops on and it is porn.

“Errr, sorry about that,” he apologizes.

“Hey, no worries. I am going to just crash out.

“Well,” he says in a weird way, “I will be in my back room if you need him.

I now am in just my briefs and take another pill as it seems what the woman gave me is making me feel weird.

I look down. The Bible is open to a passage about the new world and how Satan is king and I then hear them. The two guys are having sex as I hear satanic ritual worship from the women. I hear the rain coming down as I pull open the drawer and grab the bottle. It does not say what it is but maybe will put me to sleep. The crashing of thunder mixed with the others I figure maybe I can reason with them. I walk next door in a driving rain, almost as if it was called upon. I knock and the door is open and I think about that verse.

There she stands, this hot redhead dressed to kill. She giggles as if my head says, “Knock, and the door shall be opened, ask and you shall receive.”

“Can hold it down a little,” I ask as the other woman comes out from the bathroom

“Daddy has told us that you were coming. Just sit down and relax.”

It was then that I realized that I was still in my briefs. The other woman, with jet-black hair and ruby lips, stood in front of me. She reached out and touched my chest.

“Nice boobs,” she says as I blush.

Then they handed me a drink.

“Let us take care of you. No charge. We just want to show that we’re sorry.

“Do you still dress?”

I was a little caught off guard. They hand me this pipe.

“This will help you sleep and more.”

I am sitting here in Motel 666, in a room where the two rooms next to me have nasty-looking faggots, and am sitting here with two gorgeous women who could be succubi for all I know. They could even have cocks hidden under their skirts for all know.

I take a couple of hits from the pipe gag and start to get a hard-on. They lay me back and start to give me a nice massage as they start to use some sort of incantation. One of the girls gets on top and rides me as the other kisses me and I explode and feel weird as I do. Then they switch places. I never can go again that quick but something in that pipe and as the other hops on me, I explode again.

“Your spirit is now free,” she tells me.

I go back into my room. I walk in and the blacklight flickers like a strobe on the tube seems to be some sort of heavy metal music. But it is more a death metal and the female singer has this dark voice. I hear her introduce the band as the “QOH” and then the members as Herself, Lilith, and the others who are all named after the “Four Queens of Hell.”

“We will change the world,” she says, “All our groupies are men … and not women.”

I look down and by the candles, there’s a Satanic bible and the party favors. It is like she is talking to me, as I take a drink and another pill and lean forward.

“Open the poppers,” she tells me and so I do. I take a few hits as she starts to sing in what seems to be many languages.

I do not know them but understand as she sings about change. As she sings a groupie drops to his knees and begins to eat her, she grabs his head and pisses in his mouth and on him. But he starts to grow breasts. I watch as the bass player slides under her ass. He also grows breasts but his face even turns feminine though his penis remains. She sings about the time for change as I feel like something guiding me back to the bed.

I begin to sniff the poppers as it feels like I am being seduced by the music seems to be going forever my door opens and the two women walk in. They walk to the bed stand me up and get me to my knees. One sits at the edge of the bed and lifts her skirt to show her semi-erect cock.

The others knelt behind me and reached around and grabbed my tiny moobs. I hear what sounds like someone lubing as she leans into me and guides my head down to her sister’s cock. As I take her in my mouth I feel the other’s wet cock slip between my cheeks. They do some sort of incantation and she pushes into me. They both explode and flood me and then they lay me down.

They switch as one mounts my face and the other lifts my legs. They both enter me again and as they fill me the boy’s mother walks in. They finish and she then mounts me and takes me in her sloppy wet and sticky cunt.

“My son was nice enough to lube my insides,” she says.

The other two stand by the bed and they hold hands and incant as she rides me. Just before I explode she lets go and grabs my moobs and it’s like she extracts my semen.

I explode many times until am worn and then a knock. The two gay men walk in.

“Hey, it’s snack time,” one of them says.

They stand there as the three put some female stuff on me. Once I am dressed in the skirt and top, I kneel and the two guys take turns feeding me their cocks, cum, and piss.

Then I hear a sort of command. I get up walk to the office and look into the boy’s room. As I open the door smoke billows out as he is hitting the clouds. I look as the room is full of symbols and he turns his chair and I see his massive cock.

“Mommy saved some for me,” said the boy.

It’s like watching myself from inside.

“Well, they ain’t going off by itself,” he says and hands me poppers.

I take two big hits and the lights go out and then the secondary lights come on, very dim and red as my body grows weak from the poppers and he takes hold and guides me down. I am sitting with him not fully in me when he looks me in the eyes.

”Time to change to world bitch,” he says.

He shoves straight up into me. I find myself bouncing on his cock as he tells me it could be a while. After a bit he slides me up off him and to his bed that is set up ritualistic and lays me down. I now realize they are all watching as he fucks my face and ass filling them over and over with cum and piss. Finally, as my holes are oozing he tells them to take me to my new room as paying guests are waiting.

We go to a room far in the back and there are what looks like a group of dirty bikers there. Mom tells them just a minute as they lay me on the bed inside. Then I hear her say to the group.

”Remember, share, and share alike.”

They start to pour in, get naked and use me. I realize they are a satanic group and with each time one fills me he gets power and I go deeper into being a satanic prostitute. Was it a wrong turn or did we find our way home?