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STORY CODES: Erotic Horror, LGBT themes, Incest, MC, Masturbation, Corruption, WS, Coercion, NS, Rape, Young, Magic, Blasphemy, Devil Worship, Demons, Occult, Satanic Rites
CREATED: 01.05.2025 (Final)
IV – Emperor 3
ABOUT THE EMPEROR TAROT
The Emperor Tarot is the Fourth Card of the Major Arcana. The Emperor represents a willful and dominant lover, who likes to be in control. You may find that the Emperor is a selfish lover, who puts his or her desires first (beware they can be cruel, wicked, and even perverse). Being in a relationship with the Emperor could feel as if you are walking on eggshells since the Emperor will not forgive you if you do something he or she doesn’t like — The Emperor Tarot is about sex with a partner of power and status that will involve your complete submission.
THE EMPEROR (SYNOPSIS)
The old Emperor is dead. The helm of his empire should have been taken over by his eldest son, Felix. The old Emperor was wise, benevolent, and much loved by his people — and Felix was also held with much regard — but now he too lies comatose and close to death. The old Emperor’s second son, Gaius, is arrogant, selfish, and crafty. Some say that he even had a hand in poisoning his older brother so that he could rule instead. Where his father, proclaimed Christian beliefs, upheld the teachings of the Bible, and lived with honor, respect, and civility — his second son is the complete opposite. He indulges in promiscuous sex and every taboo possible. Under the consul of a hermaphroditic witch, named Aelia, he begins to unravel all that is good and decent in the Empire — replacing it with evil and wickedness — something we all need more of.
THE EMPEROR — CHARACTERS
- Gaius (16) – The second eldest son of the Emperor
- Dresus (14) – The younger brother of Gaius
- Lovita (12) – The sister of Gaius
- Felix (18) – The eldest son of the Emperor
- Aelia (28) – A hermaphroditic witch, occultist, and the consul to young Gaius
- Marcus (50) – Aid and advisor to Emperor Brutus, a latent homosexual
- Pricilla (40) – Second wife of the Emperor, mother to his four children
- Abdul Bin Marid (16) – Son of Marid, Shaitan Warlord of the East
- Heliogabalus aka Helios (20) – Ruler of the South, transvestite
- Dikaios (45) – Priest of Priests
“The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.” Edgar Allen Poe
EMPEROR 3 — CHAPTER NINE — THE AWAKENING (2,421 WORDS)
“The awakening of the rightful emperor, Felix, heralded great joy across the empire. It was a time of jubilation and fanfare for most. The eldest son of the eldest son — seen as the reincarnation of his famous father, Emperor Brutus — with strength, vitality, and the promise of good blessings. But not all were so swayed, for Emperor Brutus had gained many enemies over the years of his rule .. they awaited in the shadows to bring back the dark days of unbridled lust, homosexuality, occult orgies, and sexual satanism …” — Extract from the secret journal of Marcus, Aid, and Consul to Emperor Brutus, now deceased.
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Felix sat up. The haze seemed to have left him. Though his limbs felt heavy and infirm.
“Felix! Felix! You’re alive!”
It was his mother’s arms that wrapped around him. He felt her squeezing him tightly. She kissed his face. The dreamlike state lingered only momentarily — it was like being submerged one second and then breaking through the water’s surface in the next — Felix drew in a sharp breath. His consciousness quickly dispelled his lingering nightmares. He was in his bedchamber. Doctors stood around him.
”I thought I’d lost you to the poison!” sobbed his mother.
Poisoning? Felix wanted to ask what had happened to him. How did he end up like this? What had happened while he had been incapacitated? But his vocal cords seemed to still fail him. He still felt so weak and unsteady. The doctors fussed around him, checking his pulse, his eyes, his chest, his temperature.
“Mother,” he finally managed to utter, “Mother …”
“I’m here,” she answered, clasping his hands in hers, “I’ll explain everything in good time. Don’t overexert yourself. The doctors are worried about a relapse. Just relax. Everything is going to be alright.”
Her words reassured him only briefly. But he felt a sense of real danger. His inability to move made him vulnerable. A sitting duck. Whoever had poisoned him would be close by. They would be watching — knowing that they had failed — that could mean they may need to act fast. His survival would depend on his ability to defend himself — not be such an easy target — for those who sought to finish him off.
His father’s death meant his ascendancy to the throne. His enemies were those who sort to oppose him. His family would protect him. His mother’s relief at his survival of the attack had reassured him of her displeasure of the attempt on his life. Did they know who’d done this to him? Maybe the assassin was already in their custody? Where were his younger brothers and sister? He needed to know that they were safe. Surely they would be targets too?
“Your family is all okay,” said his mother, as if she read his thoughts, “There will be time to reunite you all, but now I need you to be strong.”
Something wasn’t right. He felt she was holding something back. Had the assassins already hurt his siblings? He leaned on his elbow, pushing himself upright, and swung his legs off the end of the bed.
“Felix … slow … slow … please …” his mother, Pricilla, said.
She rushed to his side, but Felix was already standing. He held the bed and her arm for support. His room looked more like a hospital than royal accommodation.
“How … long …” he said meekly.
”Too long!”
“Who … did … this?”
“We’re not sure,” she lied, “Most importantly, Aelia found an antidote.”
The second part was true. It had been the witch that had administered the antidote, but it had been the hermaphroditic witch that had caused his poisoning in the first instance. It had been her misplaced loyalty to Flex’s younger brother, Gaius, that had led to this situation. But there had been a new understanding. A new alliance between Pricilla and Aelis — a new sexual relationship — that had bonded the two evil women together.
“Aelis …” Felix said, “Aelis … saved me?”
”Yes, Felix. She saved your life. I thought I’d lost both you and your father!”
Plans within plans. Flex thought of himself as a good strategist. His mind was already considering all the options. Who stood to gain? Who stood to lose? Which kingdoms felt aligned with theirs? Who opposed his father’s strict Abrahamic rule? He considered Abdul Bin Marid — the son of Marid — an aggressive Shaitan Warlord of the Eastern provinces. Then there was Heliogabalus, the pagan pervert who ruled the South. Both had been enemies of his father. He was sure that they would have had a hand in this mess.
“Where is … Marcus? Bring him to … me … immediately!”
“Your father’s aid, and consul, is away. He has been making sure that our kingdom will be in no peril from those neighbours who were disagreeable to your father.”
“We should seek no alliance with those … hellish, heathen perverts!”
Felix began to cough. And the doctors rushed to his aid.
“I’m alright. I’m … okay,” he held his hand up to reassure them of his strength.
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Gaius was livid. He’d destroyed almost everything in his chamber. Smashing things to bits seemed to be the only way he could express his anger.
He’d been double-crossed by his lover. The hermaphroditic witch, Aelis. She had been his partner in crime. It was her, who’d poisoned his older brother in the first place with the explicit purpose of allowing Gaius to rise to his rightful place — as the great Emperor he needed to be — Fuck his dead father, Emperor Brutus. Fucking Brutus. Fucking Felix. They should be both dead by now and he should have the ultimate power.
His anger towards the witch was second to none. She would feel the wrath of his anger. Yes. He would destroy her. Torture and death were not enough for the witch. He wanted her to die but first, she must know it was him that killed her — a blade across the throat was too good for her. Castration. Painfully slow. Genital mutilation. Yes. His cock even hardened at the thought of it.
But he had to be careful that it didn’t come back against him. He could not just come out and accuse her. His mother had declared her the damn hero! She’d claimed it was her who’d found an antidote to save her most beloved son. Saving that fucking Felix. Fuck his mother. Fuck his evil bitch of a mother! She was no angel — her murderous ways were no secret to him.
And Marcus. As far as Gaius was concerned, he was another cunt he wanted to kill. He’d pretended to be his friend. He’d pretended to help him. Well, Gaius didn’t need help. He needed more power. He needed his brother to be dead — one way or another.
He remembered the fortuitous meeting with Helios — the transvestite Queen of the South. The phallic throne that the Queen had presented him with was still located on the royal barge — a sign of her allegiance to his rule — where his father had renounced their culture, shunning their sexual deviancies, Gaius openly welcomed the pervertedness of the Queen’s rule, as well as her sexual advances. Their sex had been so hot!
Then, there had been the visitation from, Abdul Bin Marid, the homosexual son of Marid, the Shaitan Warlord of the East. Their sexual liaison had opened new possibilities awaiting the Shaitan’s imminent death. The possibilities were endless between their two evil kingdoms — opening the door to a truly Satanic paradise!
Right then, he needed demonic sex. His cock was hard and throbbing. Where was his younger sister when he needed her? Where was his younger brother? The frustration was driving him into a frenzy. What he needed was a young lover to abuse, rape, and possibly to kill in the process. He felt a desperate need for a ritualized death. A human sacrifice to his sexual demons. Yes! He needed his cock to bury balls-deep in a cock-slave’s anus whilst strangling him.
He knew where to go. Dikaios, the Priest of Priests, would have such a slave. Yes, he thought to himself, Dikaios would appease his desires. Without looking back at the wreckage of his accommodation he donned a meagre housecoat and made haste to where he knew he’d find the wayward priest.
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Pricilla paced up and down. Her mind was stirred with evil thoughts. Her plan to save her son, Felix, from the clutches of a poisoned death had worked but what would happen next? Was Felix, the boy emperor, of a mind that she could control? Would he be the puppet she needed to do her twisted sexual bidding? She certainly didn’t want to return to Emperor Brutus’ imposing Abrahamic rule that went against everything she desired. No, she would poison him, herself, if she suspected him of turning out to be anything like her tortuous husband.
The Aelis and Felix marriage had already been arranged in her mind. She would bring her son, to her incestuous bed. They need to conjure the “turning” soon. It was only a matter of time. While he recovered and regained his strength and virility, they would need to corrupt his mind. Witchcraft was her craft. Manipulation was her tool. She would take him as her incestuous lover, to be shared with Aelis in their depraved love triangle. She grinned at the thought of it. His cock in her cunt, while Aelis had her cock in her anus. The delights of double penetration from such delicious lovers. Oh, the joy!
How they would enjoy their darkest of rituals. Young ones … so many young ones for her to devour. Human sacrifices. Ritual slaughter. Blood. Semen. Urine. Satan be praised. A cornucopia of sexual perversion without limits. No pleasure would be denied her. And she would be the secret Empress. The real power behind her son … her incestuous fuck puppet. Yes, she loved the sound of it. His cock was in all her holes. Her will would be done.
She reflected for a moment … despite the chaos, while Felix had been comatose, she’d enjoyed her freedom. To her, there was no going back. Only the way forward, into a kingdom where her power was absolute, and there were no limits to her sexual perversity — where abusing, torturing, maiming, and murdering were only the entrees. She would never allow this to change. Never!
Her secret thoughts were abruptly disturbed by a discrete knock on her door. It was Aelis.
“There will be a gathering of the witches tonight,” whispered Aelis, “We need our collective power to begin the turning.”
She watched Aelis, as she made sure that they were alone in Priscilla’s bedchamber, locking the door behind her. There had been so much commotion still the sex witch had brought her son back from the “almost” dead.
”Ah, yes, the turning,” echoed Priscilla, “My son will soon belong to us! And we must offer an animal sacrifice.”
”It has all been arranged! And you will lead us, dear Priscilla,” replied Aelis, “His mind is strong, but we are stronger. The turning will be a beautiful thing. Righteousness to depravity. Virtue to wickedness. Valour to pervertedness.”
”You know how to make my cunt wet!”
Priscilla’s fingers were already between her long legs, fingering her oily cunt, as Aelis began to undress.
“O veneri Satanae (O sexual Satan)” chanted the sex witch, as her cock grew harder, thicker, and longer.
“I cannot wait to bring him to our bed,” said Priscilla, “Incest is such a powerful perversion — how I long for a taste of my son’s semen. The turning will bring such delicious pleasures between our legs.”
”Soon, we will both have his cock between our lips … sharing the fruits of his loins!”
Priscilla sank to her knees, taking the sex witch’s cock into her eager mouth.
”And when he is turned to a servant of Satan — the possibilities for our kind — will be endless!”
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Marcus had returned. He’d heard the news of the miraculous recovery of the Emperor-to-be. His spies had informed him of the coming and goings of everyone in the imperial household. It had been unsettling to think if any blame could have been placed upon him — but such was the game.
The players were all very tense. Mother, sons, daughter, and their significant others, were all in motion. New alliances had been formed. Old alliances lay broken. He would need sleight-of-hand to make sure that his ambitions remained possible, that the sexual Satan was served, and that the darkness continued to flow.
After his pleasurable experiences in the North and his indulgence in the rituals of the secretive, “Bucha Bazi”, he was keen to bring alive the worship of the sexual Satan. To re-establish homosexuality, pedophilia and sexual slavery to their former glory — to openly practice that had been quelled under the strict rule of Emperor Brutus.
Oh, the demon-blessed “Bucha Bazi”. Those devious dancing boys, teasing him with their delicious cocks and sexy anuses, that just begged to be fucked hard. Oh, he loved how they worshiped the sexual Satan. Their ghastly phallic idols … Their perverted priests … that fucked one boy after another — coming in their anuses — filling these children with their hot, sticky cum. Yes, the “Bucha Bazi” … those naked little fuckers … the younger the better … all that semen, piss, and feces! Yes, they had to bring that to the Empire — so that every night would be a pedophile orgy dedicated to the glory of the sexual Satan. He would not be denied his dream — so that his deviant hunger for perverted pleasures would continue to be satisfied.
It would need a push. Felix had idolized his father. He thought of his father as a righteous man, a virtuous man, a follower of the Abrahamic god. Marcus would need to pervert him, corrupt him … make him a believer in the sexual Satan … a cause that he was sure would also be accelerated by his incestuous mother.
Marcus would need to speak with Dikaios, the Priest of Priests. In Emperor Brutus’s time, Dikaios led the churches that now seemed empty and unnecessary. It was a risky strategy, but Dikaios had weaknesses and could be malleable. Maybe he was already in the employ of the sex witches? That would be complicated. But given the right circumstances — like blackmail — he could be the key to bringing the potential new emperor to his knees before the sexual Satan. Marcus thought through the possible scenarios … maybe an alliance with the witches wouldn’t be such a bad thing?
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EMPEROR 3 — CHAPTER TEN — THE EVIL TAKES ROOT (2,531 WORDS)
“You cannot see the world in absolutes. To be black or white is to limit the potential for change. There must be many shades of grey along the path to enlightenment. Though under the rule of Emperor Brutus, we saw only his vision of a world of righteousness. But there are many voices that well up to excite and inspire our ambitions – voices that sometimes may seem in opposition, may be seen as dark, evil, or wicked, but these ominous voices bring the forbidden joy of sexual Satan … ” — Extract from the secret journal of Marcus, Aid, and Consul, to Emperor Brutus, now deceased.
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”Dikaios,” said Gaius without any apology for his interruption, “Dikaios, I need you to do something for me.”
Dikaios, seeing the second son of the dead emperor, immediately bowed before him. He’d always felt a special bond with the young man. He’d fantasied about the filthy things he’d loved to have done to him in his younger years, but of course, had never acted upon these perverted urges in fear of retribution and his wavering belief in the Abrahamic god. The young Gaius had been so pretty. So sexy. Now, as a young man, he’d heard rumors of Gaius’s secret behaviors. Maybe their tastes were not so different. If Gaius wanted something, it was an opportunity for him to gain leverage … dare he say … even an opportunity for pleasure?
”My Lord, your wish is my command,” he ventured.
”Let’s not be coy,” replied Gaius, “I sense a common thing between us. A hideous secret that we both maintain for the sake of who we are. But my thirst must be quenched.”
”My Lord, your secrets are safe with me,” Dikaios ventured, “What thirst may I appease?”
Gaius didn’t answer. Dikaios didn’t trust the effeminate young man but he trusted his instincts. Let him be direct, he thought. With his older brother’s recovery, Gaius would be sidelined but they could still be a secret allies … especially if they were drawn to the same forbidden honey pot of deviant lusts.
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Felix entered the candle-lit chapel. The choir were singing hymns of praise that filled his heart with light and hope. It had been his father’s wish that he ascend to the throne, to lead his people on the righteous path. Emperor Brutus had shared his vision of the golden path with him and him alone. His father had little time for his effeminate brother Gaius, who was always distracted by his homosexual interests — never in the art of statesmanship.
”A great leader must lead by example,” Felix spoke his father’s words, to himself, “Your life must be pure … exemplary … you must follow the Holy scriptures … crush all those that fornicate, worship idols, and do evil things. Don’t be swayed by pagan or heathen ideals of sexual freedom … and as the good book says … never lie with a man as with a woman …”
Yes, his father had prepared him for this responsible role. Was it his burden or his duty?
However, he was aware that many things had changed since his father’s passing. He felt them. There was a weakening in spiritual belief. There was too much focus on the pleasures of the flesh. These were the evil seeds of immorality, vice, and dereliction. He must overcome these. He must rise for his people. They needed him.
He felt that there were dark forces at work. Occult, witches, and black magic … seemed to be in play. What would his father have done? His intolerance had been his strength. There was only one way, the Emperor Brutus’ way. They were certainly big shoes to fill.
In the front pew of the quaint chapel, he recognised the silhouette of Dikaios, the Priest of Priests. His father had always spoken highly of this godly man. What words of wisdom could Dikaios share, that could inspire the young emperor-to-be, as he began his reign?
He sat down next to Dikaios, in the pew that looked directly upon the choral choir as they sang so eloquently.
”Dikaios,” whispered Felix.
Recognizing Felix, the Priest of Priest began to stand, but Felix gripped his arm.
”Please … remain seated … let us both enjoy the songs of praise, together.”
Dikaios smiled warmly at Felix.
”My Lord, what brings you here to my chapel at this late hour?” Dikaios replied in a hushed tone.
”Faith, dear Dikaios. Faith!”
“A good reason … but you look troubled, son?”
“My father used to say that we must crush thy enemies,” whispered Felix, “But I fear the enemy is within!”
“Your father was a wise man, in his time. But this isn’t his time, anymore. It is yours.”
“What do you mean?” asked Felix.
“There may be a need to settle, for the lesser evil?” answered scheming, Priest of Priests.
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It was late when Felix returned to his private chambers. He needed to reflect on everything. The lesser evil. His eyes felt heavy as his recovery had been slow. The poison was still in his system and would take days to dissipate. There were so many troubles — and the Priest of Priest’s words huge heavily in his mind — what was the lesser evil? He knew instinctively that the beginning was a delicate time. He must handle the succession of his father well. It would be a very important time for his people. They needed hope and they looked to him to provide it.
Just as he was about to rest, his mother and Aelis appeared as if they had been waiting for him. They were both dressed in sheer outfits that he knew his father would not approve of. The lesser evil … was this the lesser evil that he must suffer.
”Ah, Felix, you’re back. We had been looking for you earlier,” said his mother, “You remember Aelis, right?”
The woman who saved him. How could he forget? He was thankful … yet suspicious of her … of everyone. Who could be trusted?
Felix immediately found Aelis very attractive. Her beauty and elegance seemed to move him in a way he’d not expected. A darkly sensual way. Subconsciously his hips rocked back and forth in a subtle fucking motion. His head began to swim with incredibly lustful thoughts … thoughts that he would never consider appropriate … the uneasiness of his sexual attraction to her stirred his loins so uncomfortably. These images of lust danced before him, giving him an itch that needed to be scratched. Thoughts of unnatural sexual liaisons … both female and male … he saw naked breasts, open vaginas, erect penises, and anal penetration … bisexual … transexual … naked young cherubs encouraging homosexual fornication … naked bodies engaged in perverted orgies … the worship of the phallus in rituals offered to sexual demons …
”Your Highest,” said Aelis.
She knelt on one knee before him. She gently took his hand in hers and kissed the back of his wrist. Sparks. Electricity. More sparks. He couldn’t help but look down her sheer top at her small, pert breasts. Her nipples looked so erect and aroused. The lesser evil … the lesser evil … yes, the lesser evil … his mind seemed to be turning counter-clockwise. She began to suck his fingers as if they were his cock. Her tongue licked her lips — it was so long — so unnaturally long, more like a lizard than a human.
”My Lord, it’s such an honor,” she moaned.
The sound of her sickly sweet voice reverberated in his foggy mind … “I want to fuck you …” What was that? … “I want you to suck my cock and lick my cunt …” Felix couldn’t move … it was as if time was frozen … “Fuck my mouth, my Lord … cum in my mouth … my anus is yours … you know you want to … stop resisting your perverted urges …” was it one voice or two? The voice of the stunningly attractive young girl … Aelis … “You know you desire me” … the sound seemed to overlap with the deeper voice of his mother, Pricilla …
“I don’t … I don’t … I don’t …”
Whiteness — details burned out of clarity.
He could hear the sound of his voice. Echoing in his hollow world. But his words seemed meaningless. What was he trying to say? Was this some kind of magic at work? Was he under a sexual spell? The lesser evil … He felt eager hands tearing at his clothing. He felt his nakedness. He felt vulnerable as firm hands stroked his flesh. His resistance seemed to only make their efforts more urgent. Molestation. They touched and groped him in his most intimate of places. Sexual insanity. No place to hide. Exposed for all to see. His nakedness showed his obedience to the goddess of lust. The lesser evil … he wanted the lesser evil … He was so incredibly aroused. His cock was fully erect, dripping with precum.
”Stop … Stop … Stop …”
His voice seemed so meek — disassociating itself. Like a voyeur watching his seduction, only his vision seemed so blurred. Things moved around him … moved through him … something wet and warm gripped his erect cock and squeezed his testicles … like a vice … so many hands … they all seemed, hell-bent, on bringing him to the brink of orgasm … every movement seemed elongated … was that one mouth or two … exaggerated sounds of kissing, licking, moaning … almost there … the pleasure intensified … he felt pressed between two naked, sweating bodies. There was the sound of dirty laughter. Wicked words. Blasphemous words. Words of devil worship. Was it the voices of one woman or two? Were they male or female? He felt an erect cock pressed up hard against his cock, fingers gripping and stroking their cocks together, wet with precum, rutting, frotting together …
”Oh yer … fuck yer! Aaaarghhhh …”
Blackness — everything seemed to go dark!
Soft and hard … feminine yet masculine … he felt something hard press up against his rectum. A dull pain … he felt himself ejaculate into the warm receptacle … a mouth or a vagina? Was this the poison? Cunt. A horrid dream. Cock. Nightmarish. Fucking. Time moved so slowly.
“Cum. Cum. Cum … yes, cum!”
His ejaculation seemed to go on forever, his body jerking and spasming uncontrollably, as ripples of sexual energy surged through him like an electric shock. He wanted to scream … but no sound would emerge. His body felt like pulp. Like putty. Melting into his semen. Wet and oily. Sinking in a pool of satanic filth. The lesser evil … the lesser evil …
Greyness — fading … disappearing … his heartbeat was all he could hear. Slower now. Even slower.
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Pricilla lay naked. Aelis lay naked. Sweat covered their wriggling bodies. Their legs were still locked together, after hours of scissoring. Their cunts were still hot and wet with their cum juices. Aelis’s hermaphroditic cock pressed hard against Pricilla’s engorged clitoris. They had fucked, and fucked, and fucked. Their dark magic enhanced their natural proclivities as sexual addicts.
“Did you feel it?” groaned Aelis.
“His resistance, you mean?” laughed Pricilla, “He doesn’t stand a chance. The turning has begun. Our puppet danced so beautifully!”
“I sense our conquest is already underway,” replied Aelis, “He was easier to manipulate than I first guessed.”
”This is only the beginning,” groaned Pricilla, “There is much to do. The fucking Priest of Priests … Dikaios … he’d better stick to his script … my son must obey us … the turning must be completed … and everyone must play their part!”
”Leave him to me …”
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Dikaios watched the young emperor-to-be as he left the chapel. He had been a friend to his father, the Emperor Brutus. Together they had chartered the Christian crusade. His influence had been subtle but effective. How different is this situation? He hated himself for his duplicity.
He’d longed to tell young Felix that his own family were his greatest enemy … that his younger brother was a homosexual pervert who plotted against him, his mother was a manipulative whore and a murderous cunt, and his younger siblings were nothing more than incestuous deviants … that he was surrounded by misinformation and evil … but he couldn’t.
He too, was guilty of duplicity. He’d lied about everything. Right from the start. How had he slipped so far? Once upon a time, he’d believed in righteousness. He’d been committed to the ways of the Abrahamic god. He’d been one of those who’d stood up against those who worshiped the horned god who demanded highly sexual rituals.
Once alone, he left the choir, and the godliness behind, and briskly walked towards an awaiting figure in the shadows of the cloister. He knew that the witch would be awaited him, impatiently. Had he done her bidding? Had he sowed the seed of indifference?
He utterly loathed them. He loathed himself in guilt and shame. But they knew his dark secrets. These were the kind of secrets that could destroy him and his life’s work. He’d talked about the lesser evil — but evil was evil — and he had become what he detested most. A moment of temptation had led to a lifetime of despair. Now he was one of them … How could he ever reconcile this?
“Dikaios, my dear friend,” it was the voice of Aelis, “You look nervous?”
He certainly didn’t consider her a “dear friend” — quite the opposite — more like a pimp that whored him out.
“It’s done. I did as you asked. Now, please leave.”
“Why so hasty? The night is young … and so is the altar boy that have bound naked, and waited for your, Priest of Priests, cock … he’s been crying for his Mommy … don’t you want to stick your dirty little cock in his virgin anus … make his bleed, Dikaios … while I choke him on mine?”
“We’ll burn in hell for this!”
Aelis laughed. She kissed his reluctant lips and her snake-like tongue penetrated his mouth.
“Why do you persist with your ridiculous charade … you serve Satan now. The Abrahamic god is dead here, just like your old emperor. Now it is our time. The sex witches must rise. When the turning is done and you marry me to Felix, I will become the empress … there will be a great orgy … like never seen before … such delicious sexual tortures, mass executions, and endless human sacrifices … you will be my, Priest of Priests, and your cock will be deep in the bowels of as many young altar boys as you wish! Do you understand?”
Dikaios understood. He was shaking … shaking with his secret lust.
”Knee before me. Show your allegiance to one true goddess … the goddess of cock …”
Dikaios knelt. Aelis opened her flimsy gown, revealing her fully erect phallus beneath. Dikaios looked up. Her cock looked juicy and fat. He began immediately to lick her cock shaft and then poked his tongue into her dirty, wet cunt. She was a sexual freak. A sex witch like no other. Yes, he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t resist her demands for deviant pleasure. He too needed dark sexual pleasure. He needed to violently rape young boys, to take their anal virginity, in the name of the sexual Satan. The witches knew his proclivities. After the turning … there would be no turning back … he would be denied nothing … perverted bliss … oh, the joy of it … Was this the lesser evil?
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EMPEROR 3 — CHAPTER ELEVEN — CORRUPT TO THE CORE (3,076 WORDS)
“As a casual observer of the change one can easily be swayed to believe that all is just and proper— this, my friend, couldn’t be further from the truth. The devil, they say, is in the details … and scratching the surface reveals the true nature of the monsters we feed. Greed and power aside, it is those that willfully corrupt, pervert, and pollute, that do the work of sexual Satan … ” — Extract from the secret journal of Marcus, Aid, and Consul, to Emperor Brutus, now deceased.
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It was a huge public spectacle. The fanfare. The parades. The feasts. The celebrations. The empire had not seen a more spectacular series of events. There had been no expense spared as the streets of the city were lined with crowds of people, cheering and celebrating their new emperor — the great Emperor Felix — the new era … led by the virtuous young emperor … who would right all wrongs, repel all enemies, and vanquish all evil.
“Emperor Felix! Emperor Felix! Emperor Feix! …” they chanted.
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In the darkness of the nearby shadows, they celebrated too. It was a secret gathering of the sex witches — twenty or more of them. They were all ceremonially dressed in bright scarlet, hooded gowns, embellished with golden inverted crucifixes … designed more like crossed double-ended phalluses.
It was Dikaios, the Priest of Priests, who resided over their dark witches mass. Their dark chamber seemed to bristle with an evil, occult energy. The candles shimmered as the shadows danced. It was to be a ritual to appease their beloved sexual Satan. Priscilla and Aelis stood on either side of their perverted priest.
The witches brought forth their sacred offering — a large black-haired goat. It was a disgustingly oily beast with large horns and matted hair. It bleated and licked its lips as the witches dragged it front and center. This would be the first of many offerings that would be made over the next few days. The blood of a familiar would be shed as a symbol of sexual hunger, virility, and unbridled animal lust. Before them, the equally ugly phallic idol of the goat god, the witch’s Baphomet, with its large breasts, and huge cock rising from beneath its hoofed legs, loomed over their perverted proceedings.
The goat moved uneasily and began to bleat louder.
“O veneri Satanae — stamus ante aram tuam (O sexual Satan — we stand before your altar),” intoned the Priest of Priests, his erect cock dripping with precum beneath his bulging gown.
“Ave o sexualis Satanae!” Chanted the witches.
The witches all opened their bright red gowns from the front, proudly displaying their nakedness beneath. They all began to masturbate, first with their eager fingers, then, one by one, they climbed onto the back of the black goat, rubbing their oily, aroused genitals vigorously against its dirty matted fur.
One of the witches pulled the goat’s collar, pressing the animal’s snout against her itchy cunt — forcing it to lick upon her hairless hole. Another couple of witches, got down on their knees and began to stimulate the goat’s cock bringing it to an erection in preparation for penetration.
“Ave o sexualis Satanae!” They gasped in taboo pleasure … willing the dark sexual energy, that gathered around them, to increase in its intensity.
Now, only Aelis and Pricilla remained dressed in their ceremonial gowns.
“Innocentiam ob corruptionem offerimus (We offer innocence for corruption),” intoned the corrupt priest as he opened his gown and one of the witches knelt before him, and began to stroke his erect cock, licking frequently at his copious precum discharge.
“Innocentiam ob corruptionem offerimus,” Aelis repeated.
Aelis opened her gown, her hermaphroditic cock looked bizarrely out of proportion to her body, as she began to stroke it vigorously.
“Puritatem pro sordibus offerimus (We offer purity for filth),” the priest chanted, as his hips thrust back and forth, pressing his cock into the witch’s mouth.
“Puritatem pro sordibus offerimus,” the witches repeated.
“Virtutem pravitatis offerimus (We offer virtue for depravity),” he chanted.
“Virtutem pravitatis offerimus,” Pricilla repeated opening her gown.
Aelis saw how her dark magic had transformed the Emperor’s mother as she revealed her abnormally huge clitoris — that stood upright like a sex witch’s wand — it even rivalled the size and girth of Aelis’ hermaphroditic cock. It was Pricilla’s turn to straddle the back of the black goat. She began vigorously rubbing herself against the bleating animal. Aelis got on all fours, positioning herself beneath the hairy belly of the animal as the other witches guided the goat’s cock, firstly into her vagina, coating it in her cunt juices, and then into her anus.
“O sexuale Satanae — malum tuum nobis affer (O sexual Satan — bring us your evil),” the priest chanted making the sign of Satan’s horns with his fingers.
Pricilla momentarily ceased their frottage and raised the shining curved blade of her ritual dagger.
“O sexuale Satanae — malum tuum nobis affer,” moaned the witches, as they danced on their fingers, fucking themselves even more aggressively.
The animal rutted harder and harder against Aelis. It’s cock thrusting deeper into her bowels — eager to reach its ejaculation. At the very moment that the animal began to cum inside of Aelis’ bowels — Pricilla leaned forward and pulled the dagger across the animal’s throat. Blood spurted everywhere. The naked witches went wild — each pressing forward to cover their breasts and vaginas in the bloody mess.
“O sexuale Satanae! O sexuale Satanae! O sexuale Satanae!” they collectively screamed in communal orgasm — their evil spell had been cast!
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It was done. The formalities had been observed. And Felix was relieved that all the pomp and ceremony were finally over. It had been almost overwhelming. And it had taken every bit of his strength, to white-knuckle his way through the entire process.
Now, he thought, he could get down to the real work was ruling his empire — though that also seemed a task beyond comprehension. The empire was vast. Its needs were many. Where would he start? He’d called upon Marcus, despite his trepidations of the master spy’s intentions since the passing of his father. The lesser evil …
He was still spooked by his strange nightly episodes that had hunted him and somehow had become entangled, with thoughts of both Aelis and his mother. A truly disturbing encounter that he couldn’t figure out. His mind was all over the place. These nightmares seemed evil and twisted — but increasingly erotic. Of course, he didn’t think for a moment that any of it could have happened. It was the stress of everything, he thought to himself. It could be the remnants of his attempted poising. He needed rest. And he needed to prevent himself from becoming paranoid. Being guarded was one thing … but paranoia could be dangerous.
The evening advanced and Felix lay down for a moment upon his bedding.
His eyes felt very heavy. Half awake. Half asleep. The feeling was one of floating on air … light and dreamy … the greyness quickly began to darken in his mind … darker … and yet darker … was that lightning seemed to illuminate the blood-red sky with powerful flashes? Soundlessly striking. Was that chanting? He could hear the grunting of human endeavour — overlapping the bestial bleating of a goat — so many strange and unintelligible chanting voices, now moaning and sighing … the sounds of sex … the sounds of wet, slapping flesh … the noises began to get louder dominating his furtive mind, as if Felix was surrounded by them, immersed in an orgy of perverted voices …
”Your Highest,” said a familiar voice from out of the chaos.
He wasn’t sure, but it sounded something like Aelis, the beautiful woman that had saved him.
”Your cock needs a mouth … your mouth needs a cock!”
There was that strange voice again. This time it sounded more like his mother.
“Kneel, your Highness,” the voice laughed at him, mockingly, “On our wedding night … you will get down on your knees before me. You will worship my cock with your hands and mouth! You will pay homage to sexual Satan’s cock. You will become my willing cock-sucker — that’s it — you’ll take it between your unworthy lips, thirsty for my precum.”
Felix struggled against these aberrant thoughts.
“Upon our bridal bed … I’m going to piss down your throat and you’re going to love it. Your goddess-bride’s delicious, hot, salty, piss … it will become the only wine that you’ll ever want to drink. You will be my puppet-lover. You will not be my husband … but merely my obedient sex slave. Just a willing hole for me to fill with my cock … You will do anything I want — grant me anything — no matter how disgusting and vile it is. All you’ll think about is how you want to please me … and how you will pray to sexual Satan to have me fuck you with my demonic shemale cock.”
Felix‘s body seemed to react to these twisted messages. His cock was so hard. His erection leaked with his sexual juices.
Yes. He wanted to see his new bride’s succulent cock hidden beneath her royal wedding gown. He wanted desperately to suck upon it — taste her flesh in his eager mouth. He wanted to worship it as a gift from sexual Satan. He wanted it more than anything else he’d ever imagined … And as this nightmare of his wedding night progressed … he realized that they were not alone … his wedding bed was surrounded by a chorus of naked sex witches, their song, more like screams of ecstasy, watched over their night of nights — encouraging, no insisting, on their unnatural fornication — as his witch bride took him, anally.
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Marcus had arrived to find Emperor Felix in an uneasy state.
Maybe it was Marcus’ presence that broke the witches’ hold over the young man’s mind. Felix rose. He looked visibly shaken from the remnants of whatever happened during his nap. He’d called the young emperor’s name and asked if he should get the doctors. Felix looked flushed but had begun to collect himself together. He didn’t want the doctors. He wanted Marcus’ counsel.
Marcus had mixed feelings about his encounter with the young emperor. Felix had always been “in preparation” in his eyes, and though Marcus had been instrumental in his training, something was unnerving about his ascent to Emperor Felix. Even the sound of it was strange.
Emperor Felix appeared cordial through this brief meeting but there was an underlying restraint regarding trust. Marcus guessed that the young emperor trusted nobody — not even him, his family, or any of his other advisors.
He’d mentioned meeting with the Priest of Priests, Dikaios. Now there was a man of dubious values. He was with the sex witches. He was a secret fornicator, a pervert, and a sodomist. Not so unlike himself, Dikious lived half in the shadows and half in the light. Living a clandestine lifestyle but “hiding in plain sight” — he could be easily manipulated.
What did Emperor Felix think of the diabolical plan to take his life? What would he do to his villainous brother, Gaius? What about the incestuous abuse taken out on his younger siblings, Lovita and Dresus? Did he know of Dikaios black masses? What of the plans of marriage that his Mother had promised the hermaphroditic witch, Aelis? What control did his Mother, Pricilla, have over him, if any?
The conversation had started more about what was yet to come. Emperor Felix had wanted to talk more about the business of running an empire. It required funding, infrastructure, industry, trade, and human resources — and there were rules to be observed. This had been Emperor Brutus’ strength. He set the rules and punished those outside the boundaries … but soon Marcus sensed there was something else, something preternatural, on the young emperor’s mind.
He talked about the stress of it all. Emperor Felix had mentioned that maybe the poison was not completely gone … He complained of feelings that sounded like a kind of psychosis — as if his mind was under attack — causing him to doubt himself, and his reality, clouding his thoughts.
Marcus saw the signs of the sex witches at work. Yes, the poison was there, but it was a different kind of poison. Their evil was twisting this young man, secretly shaping his perception … they would make him their puppet … he saw how Felix would soon belong to sexual Satan. The witch’s insidiousness made his cock stiffen in his pants.
Yes … there were interesting times ahead. But … maybe it was time for Marcus to pick a side.
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Dresus and Lovita had taken a backseat in most of their brother’s ceremonies. With all that was happening, they found themselves drawn together again, as the youngest members of the emperor’s immediate family. They’d both heard the commotion — as Gaius ranted and raved about like a madman. They decided to avoid any conflict, as Gaius was usually mean and selfish, and when enraged, could be very dangerous.
Dresus, though guarded, still couldn’t get their sexual encounter out of his mind — for he still loved his sister, dearly. He’d hoped that he could rekindle their mutual affection … and, of course, their secret lust. But, he was still very mindful of how Gaius had turned his little sister against him.
It had been more than humiliating. And he wasn’t about to trust her fully ever again. Well, not so easily. However, Lovita did seem different. Gaius hadn’t treated her very well. He’d treated her like a common whore, taking what he wanted without any thought for her. It was obvious that he’d seen their affection for one another, and had wanted to spoil it. He’d used her. And then, he’d grown tired of her. But then again, that was Gaius. He was a bastard.
With all the distractions of the new emperor, Dresus and Lovita, had sneaked onboard the royal barge that remained still incomplete. Work had been completely halted, as Gaius no longer had command over such things, and his older brother had no interest in things of this nature. Dresus intuitively felt his older brother’s aligned to that of his father’s leadership — harsh and uncompromising. Felix would make a formidable emperor — crushing all the perverts, sinners, and evil-doers in his wake.
“Dresus,” said Lovita, “What do you think it is?”
They looked at the cargo of half-opened boxes.
“I’m not sure. They look foreign.”
They had been gifts to Gaius from Queen Heliogabalus, the ruler of the South when she had assumed that with Felix on his deathbed, Gaius would ascend to being the new emperor. That now seemed to be only a very distant possibility.
Among these gifts was a strange throne. A large disgusting thing with a curved phallus protruding from the middle of its seat so that the user would be anally penetrated whilst sitting on the throne. There were other equally ugly objects of d’art, obscene statues of phallic demonic idols, and several paintings decorated with scenes of climatic homoerotic orgies where it was difficult to discern between animal and human parts. He immediately thought of Gaius … these were all gifts for his perverted brother … his evil brother! Felix, he thought, would have nothing to do with these repulsive things … once he gained control, he’d have them all burned!
But Lovita seemed to be puzzled by them … even enchanted by their obscenity … she touched them, examined them as if they were truly works of art.
”They’re disgusting!” proclaimed young Dresus.
He watched her fondling the erect penis of one of the life-sized phallic demons … its long black cock reaching up to its reptile chest and dog-like snout. She seemed to be stroking it — as if performing masturbation upon the evil idol.
”Brother,” she whispered, “My cunt is wet! I need your cock inside me …”
She undressed before his eager eyes. There was nothing shy about her seduction. Her body swayed — hypnotically. Like the morning dew, her perspiration looked so delicious to taste. She was so young. So beautiful. Her skin was porcelain white. Flawless. He felt his own body reacting to the sight of hers. His small boy-cock strained beneath his gown. The urgency to touch her was driving him crazy.
”I’m truly sorry for what I said about you. What I did to you. Can … can you forgive me?”
Dresus saw her slyness. Her obvious duplicity. But, he also saw her delicious hairless moans, her soft-coned breasts, capped with pink nipples. How could he resist? He’d wanted her love. He’d wanted her affection. He wanted her lust …
”I need you, Dresus. I need you to pleasure me before these evil idols … it does so excite me … could you take me while they watch … let their wicked eyes see what naughty things I want to do with my brother … let it be an offering to the lust that they inspire in me …”
She sounded like a pervert. What was all this talk about the evil idols? He saw her stroking their cocks, rubbing herself against the evil idols as if they were alive. Was it a strange kind of jealousy? He wanted her to touch his cock … he wanted her to rub herself against him …
”Come Dresus, undress. Be naked with me. And kneel before sexual Satan with me … kiss his cock with me … let me suck you off, while you sit upon the throne of sexual Satan … if you do as I ask … I will do anything you want … anything … no matter how depraved … come … kneel … show me that you love me!”
There was something irresistible about her words. Despite his doubts about her genuineness … he removed his clothing. His cock was hard and already dripping with precum. Lovita smiled tormentingly.
“Yes, brother. We too, can worship demons, and find our true lust. No need to be coy, anymore. Come to me. I’m yours — forever!”
Dresus didn’t believe her for a second. He could see her innocence had been replaced with something darker — more depraved — but, like a moth to flames, he was dreamt to her. She kissed his lips. Her small tongue pressing between his lips, opening his mouth further, as if its penetration signalled his obedience to her. She pressed his shoulders lightly, indicating he should knees before her. He could smell her arousal. A slightly unclean and musky aroma emulating from her cunt.
”Pleasure me, brother.”
She lifted his chin with her fingers, guiding his face towards her tiny, hairless hole.
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THE END?
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