Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent 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 unlawful activity as described 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 portray different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain adults at all times.
Writer: Polaris & Taz / Feedback welcome at: polaris_81@hotmail.com
Subject: SERAPH’S TALE
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Blasphemy, Young Ones, Snuff
Copyright: 2013 Polaris and Taz — http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/
Author’s Notes (Taz): This erotica story features elements very loosely based on some aspects of Christian theology, with a satirical and dark twist. This does not reflect the author’s personal views and should not be taken seriously. It is not meant as an attack or criticism against any religion, religious groups, beliefs, ideologies, or ideas. It is for satirical fantasy entertainment purposes only. It also contains /very/ brief instances of homophobic language, but only to otherwise glorify the homosexual behavior in the context of the story. Obviously, all aspects of this erotica story are entirely fictional … and it should stay that way.
Author’s Notes (Taz): Basically, what Taz says. No religious/anti-religious agenda here. It’s just more ridiculous fiction, like with everything else I’ve ever written in the past. This is a story that I had begun writing in 2007, but remained incomplete until Taz helped me to finish it. The “Lucy” sections were written by me. For the remainder, I supplied the Bea and Samantha characters along with a general outline of what I was shooting for, and Taz handled the rest.
Seraph’s Tale
“Sweet dreams, honey. I’ll see you in the morning,” the woman said, her outstretched hand resting on the knob of the bedroom door.
“Goodnight, Mom. I love you,” the little girl replied.
The woman flipped off the light switch and gently closed the door. It was a quarter till 10 PM, and little nine-year-old Lucy knelt down at the side of her bed with her hands clasped. The girl’s attire consisted of only her yellow nightgown, her cotton panties, and the rosary that hung around her neck. The moonlight shone upon her through her bedroom window as she looked up towards the starry night sky and began to pray.
“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Dear God. Please, bless Mommy, and Daddy, and my teacher, Mrs Swanson, and Kimmy and Donna and all of my other classmates. Amen.”
The child finished her prayer with the traditional sign of the cross and then arose from the floor to climb into bed. She lay there for nearly ten minutes, waiting to drift off to sleep, when suddenly she sensed some light on the other side of her closed eyelids. Lucy sat up in bed and was stunned at what she saw. Standing near her bedroom door was a beautiful blonde woman, wearing a flowing gown, whose body was emitting a gentle, bluish-white glow. But that wasn’t all. Behind the woman, Lucy could see what appeared to be two gorgeous, white wings! The height of these wings nearly touched the child’s bedroom ceiling, as the woman herself stood over seven feet tall.
The visitor smiled warmly at the child, and then finally spoke.
“Hello Lucy. I was listening to your prayer a few moments ago, so I decided that I would come down from Heaven to visit you.”
Lucy gasped, and her eyes grew wide.
“Woowwww. Are you an angel?” the inquisitive child asked.
The woman smiled again.
“That’s right. My name is Evelyn … Saint Evelyn.”
The little girl stirred with excitement upon hearing that. She was actually face-to-face with a real saint! A real angel! Her heart was pounding wildly within her chest.
“Have you been a good Christian?” Evelyn continued, “Have you been praying often, and doing everything that you can to make Jesus happy?”
“Yes, yes! Every night. I love God and Jesus both so much,” the child responded sincerely.
“That’s wonderful!” replied the woman. “If you had the chance to do something that would make God and Jesus love you even more, would you do it?”
“Yes!” the child answered, enthusiastically.
“Come here,” commanded Evelyn.
Lucy slid off the mattress and slowly approached the spiritual being, intimidated by the holy honor. Evelyn caressed the child’s face and hair with her hand for a moment, and then, with her legs apart, pulled up the bottom of her gown. A very thick patch of blonde pubic hair greeted the child’s face as the woman thrust her crotch outward.
“Put your mouth between my legs and lick me.”
The child was stunned. Her parents had always told her that the area between her legs was dirty and immoral, and that if anyone had ever exposed their own nether regions to her, or attempted to view hers, she should get far away from this person. Why did the angel want her to do this?
“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to make God happy?”
“N-no, I mean, yes! I do!” the girl nervously replied, not at all wanting to offend the heavenly visitor.
Lucy gently placed her small hands on the angel’s thighs, moved her mouth onto Evelyn’s cunt and began licking her, as requested.
“Yes, that’s it,” the woman said, “Don’t stop until I’ve told you, now.”
Once her knees had started to buckle, she placed both of her hands on the back of the girl’s head and then roughly pulled the child’s face deeper into her crotch with a vocal, sexual grunt.
“Ugh!”
Lucy was startled by this, but continued her task.
‘Easy, Evelyn,’ the woman thought to herself. ‘You’re going to have to start showing a little restraint one of these days, you know?’
As the girl continued to lick her, Evelyn’s body was becoming hotter. And, as this burning sexual heat increased, her body began to change. Her previously moderate-sized breasts were expanding lewdly, and her abs and thighs were becoming slightly less feminine and more toned. Soon, her clit had begun to grow as well.
‘Ah-ah-ah, not just yet,’ Evelyn tsk’d herself. She then used her willpower to stifle the growth of her clitoris further. The angel’s breasts, on the other hand, continued growing and growing. Tightly clenching the rolled up bottom of her gown at her abdomen, she tilted back and moaned, feeling her tits press against the cloth’s resistance, and then finally burst out through it. She loved the sensation each and every time that happened.
Getting more and more aroused, she grabbed the bottom of the newly-created hole in her gown and pulled it downward, causing the tear to stretch all the way back behind her, until the bottom half had detached completely. When her breasts finally ceased growing, they had reached the size of 30JJ. Her nipples poked out just beneath the ripped cloth of what little remained of her gown, giving her a sexy underboob look.
“Oh yes! … Oh yes! Yes!” Evelyn cried as she neared climax.
She grabbed onto Lucy’s head once more, holding it in place, and then creamed all over the girl’s face and inside of her mouth. Startled for a second time, the nine-year-old coughed and sputtered from the oncoming flood of juices, but the woman continued to hold her steady until the last drop had dribbled out from between her cunt lips.
“Ooooo, mmmmm, ahhhgh,” Evelyn moaned as she moved both her hands and pelvis to smear the child’s dripping face into her pubic hair.
Once Lucy had caught her breath, she looked up at the angel and her new, altered appearance. Her excitement had since dwindled, as the experience had actually been somewhat frightening.
“There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” asked the angel, showing a bit less concern now about whether the child would be reluctant to obey her.
“W-what happened?” Lucy asked; a few blonde twat hairs stuck to her glazed face-flesh.
“Exactly what was supposed to happen (‘you adorable imbecile’),” the angel spoke (and thought).
Next, Evelyn turned away from the child, did a semi-squat, reached back, and pulled her fleshy cheeks apart.
“Now, I want you to put your mouth here. Right on my asshole,” Evelyn commanded.
Lucy gasped. ‘That’s a bad word! I thought God didn’t like bad words.’ Lucy hesitated; her eyes darting from the puckered pink orifice staring at her, to the many visible pubic hairs that reached downward from the woman’s mound.
“What’s the hold up?” the angel inquired, in a passive-aggressive tone.
“I … I don’t think I should,” the child responded, averting her eyes to the side.
Evelyn stood up and turned towards the window.
“Well, I’m very disappointed to hear that. I guess that I’ll have to return to God now, and report to Him that little Lucy doesn’t want to get into heaven after all.”
Lucy gasped in shock at those words. She then looked again at the angel’s beautiful wings and noticed something she hadn’t before. There were, in fact, two other sets of smaller wings behind the original pair.
‘Six wings!’ the girl thought with amazement. She had remembered this detail quite well from her Sunday School studies. This woman was not just any angel, but a seraph — the highest divine being there was, next to God.
“W-wait! I’ll do it, please! I don’t want God to be mad at me!” the child pleaded.
Evelyn bent over once more, and Lucy immediately went towards her ass, spread the cheeks apart, and frantically began tonguing her anus.
‘Ha ha, what a little retard! I’m going to love this,’ Evelyn thought.
“Yeah. Bury that little cherub face of yours between my ass and lick my hole. The hole where all my shit passes through.”
Lucy was growing more and more confused by the second. She didn’t like this at all, but did not dare say it.
Evelyn indulged in the sensations that her rectum was receiving, and then erected her body once more to pull a nearby crucifix off the wall. The cross was thick, nearly a foot tall, and had a very detailed carving of the messiah attached to it.
“Your little friend Jesus looks like he wants to participate.”
With that, the angel pulled open her left butt cheek and thrust the bottom of the crucifix into her anus and began to fuck herself with it.
“Now you do it,” commanded Evelyn, as she moved to free her hand in order to stimulate her labia,
“Come on, show Jesus how much you love him. Grab onto his little arms and push him in and out.”
The child frantically did as instructed.
“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck that dead bastard right into my shitter!” the angel grunted.
Those words sent a chill down Lucy’s spine, and she immediately let go of the cross and backed away. This wasn’t right at all, she thought. This couldn’t be one of God’s angels.
The radiant woman chuckled to herself. ‘Alright, enough messing around. Time for the real fun to begin,’ she thought. Clenching her sphincter, Evelyn squeezed the area of the crucifix surrounded by her anal ring until it splintered into pieces.
The seraph turned to face the child once more and began to change even further. Her muscles became more toned. Her hair changed from blonde to the dark red color of blood, and that went double for her pubic bush, which had now become a thick, ferocious mane. And from this entangled sea of red, after much frustration and anticipation, her clit was finally free to grow … and grow it did. A full sixteen inches from her body.
“I suppose you could call this my genuine form,” the towering seven-foot angel said, smiling, “The body that I greeted you with was my original body, albeit a little shorter, and before I received my wings, of course. But no, this is the form that truly represents me. Magnificent, don’t you think?”
Evelyn roughly grabbed the girl by the throat and, with relative ease, lifted her off the ground until the two were at eye level.
“Let’s get these obstructive rags out of the way,” the angel said, slobbering with lust, as she grabbed onto the collar of Lucy’s nightgown with her free hand.
She then sharply and recklessly clawed her nails down, leaving several deep scratches on the nine-year-old’s chest and belly, which quickly began to bleed. The small girl shrieked and struggled out of Evelyn’s grip, hitting the floor hard. She then crawled over to the furthest corner of the room, where she began shuddering and cowering with fear.
“M-m-mommy! MOMMY! DADDY!” the child screamed, as an involuntary pool of urine formed beneath her virgin slit.
“They can’t help you,” Evelyn said as she stepped towards the child with intentional intimidation, “I slaughtered them before I came in here. They’re both dead.”
“Nooooo! NOOOOOOO! MOMMY! MOMMEE!!”
The angel giggled.
“No? You mean you don’t believe me?”
Evelyn grabbed the child by the ankles and pulled them towards her. She then stuffed one foot deep into her pussy, and then forced the other one back up into her asshole, as if it was nothing. She followed up by clenching both her rectal and vaginal muscles, the pressure of which was so tight that it cracked the bones in Lucy’s legs.
“AAAAAAAGH! MOMMY! MOMMMY! MOMMEEE!” Lucy screamed.
With the child’s lower limbs securely attached to her orifices, Evelyn flapped her gorgeous white wings several times, preparing for flight, and then shot out of the child’s bedroom window, smacking the little girl’s face against the windowsill and breaking her nose in the process. The angel then did a quick U-turn a few feet from the house and blasted through the window of the parents’ bedroom. Still flapping her wings, the woman reached down between her legs and yanked the head of the vertically-dangling girl up by her hair, so that she could get a good view. Lucy screamed from pure horror.
The large king-sized bed was completely drenched in blood, internal organs and severed body parts. The evisceration had been so incredible that it was nearly impossible to tell which remnants belonged to which parent. She could see her father’s large, severed cock snaked through the now eyeless sockets of his skull. And, sticking out of the mother’s naked, dismembered torso was a large, blood-stained broadsword.
“Ah, my blade,” Evelyn said as she reached over.
The sword was nearly three feet long; its handle, pitch black, had been carved into the shape of a naked woman, one with huge breasts that were proportionate to Evelyn’s, whose arms were stretched together above her head, and her calves running down the sword’s edges, as if she were sitting on top of the blade. A sickening ‘squelch’ sound could be heard as the seraph pulled her prized weapon out from the female’s chest. She then took a long, indulgent lick of blood from the blade, and looked down, lustily, at the girl hanging between her legs.
While in this lascivious state, the burning sexual heat that was channeled within the angel’s body was so intense that her insides could reach temperatures close to one thousand degrees. And this moment was no exception. As Evelyn’s pussy and anus began tingling, Lucy’s flesh began to melt.
“Aaaaaaaauuuugghhhhh!!” the angel pleasurably screamed, squeezing and pinching the nipples on her pendulous breasts as she felt the bubbling flesh of Lucy’s ankles being burned away at the gate of each of her two holes.
At long last, the child’s feet were severed – though not at all cleanly – and she dropped onto the hard, shattered glass-covered floor. The girl screamed and writhed and writhed and screamed as the two stumps at the base of each of her calves sizzled and cauterized. The angel then gracefully floated back down to the floor.
“As you can see, I’m able to work quite fast when I want to! Why, it hasn’t even been thirty minutes since both your mommy and daddy were warmly hugging and kissing you goodnight, though I’m sure it probably feels even more recent than that for you!” the radiant murderess stated, grinning widely.
Evelyn bent over and roughly grabbed the child at her elbows, pulling her small hands against her breasts. Lucy cried out as she immediately felt a burning sensation on her palms and fingers, and was even more horrified as she saw that her hands were actually sinking into the lower part of the massive bosoms. After just a few moments more, the angel let go of the girl’s arms. The child’s hands had been completely absorbed into Evelyn’s breasts, with the flesh on her wrist now securely fused with the flesh of the seraph. Lucy panicked and began jerking herself backwards in hopes of pulling herself out, but it was no good. Evelyn simply laughed at her futility in an intentionally mocking fashion.
“You are going to die, Lucy. I am going to kill you, and it will be solely for my own selfish pleasure, but before I do, I’m going to tell you a story.”
Lucy’s face contorted in agony as she screamed. The pain in her wrists was now unbearable. She could feel the flesh and muscle from her hands and fingers being ripped off and dissolving within the breasts. Evelyn stood up straight and demeaningly let the little girl dangle from her massive chest, swaying a few extra times just to worsen the child’s pain. Lucy’s legs began thrashing as she tried to get down, but watching these efforts only stirred more cruel laughter from within Evelyn’s soul.
After a few more moments of fun antagonizing the child, Evelyn firmly grabbed the terrified girl by her shoulders and then pushed her large clitoris out from her body. The glistening pink shaft rose upward into Lucy’s tiny vagina, bursting through her hymen as if it were wet tissue, until the tip was pressed against her womb.
“You may have trouble following along if I just tell the story to you, so I’m going to make sure that you see it as well.”
With that, both of Evelyn’s thick nipples began extending outward. They did so until they were about one foot long, at which point the first five inches of each tip began splitting into many smaller strands, giving the appearance of wiry veins. Lucy quaked with fear from this never-ending nightmare as she watched the pink “tassels” slither up and aim directly at her face. The demonic nipples struck like a viper, as each narrow tendon began to pierce through the vitreous gel of the female child’s eyes until it reached the optic nerves.
Once the process had completed, Evelyn wasted no time in fucking the child with her mighty pink death rod, and then began to speak. Despite her immense torment, Lucy could now see a scene which matched up perfectly with the angel’s words. It was a view of a woman whom she had never seen before, inside a laboratory, which was as crystal clear as if it were right there before her. ..
Time: The future, Year 2XXX — Place: Delilah University
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bea was startled by the violent banging on her door. Was somebody trying to break in? Had her plans been discovered?
“Hey! Come on, open up already! It’s fucking freezing out here!” yelled a female voice from the other side of the door before she continued pounding, completely ignoring the intercom system.
Bea (short for Beatrice) Evans mumbled harshly under her breath (she would never cuss), and unlocked the door.
“Shit, why did you lock the door to the lab?”
“Hey, it’s my lab too, and I can lock the door if I want.”
“Well, yeah, but nobody locks their doors anymore, and besides, you knew I was coming; you invited me here after all.”
Bea sighed, “Yes, but I didn’t know you’d be coming over wearing something as skimpy as… that while it was freezing outside!”
“What, this?” Samantha Perry twirled around in her white tank-top shirt. It was a tight fit against the young woman’s DD-chest. Just below it were a pair of low-cut jean shorts, covering her tight, muscular ass.
The blond girl smiled perkily, showing off her perfect teeth and angelic face.
“You call this skimpy? You should know by now that this is kind of stuff I usually wear. Heck, it’s downright conservative compared to what some of the other sluts around here dress in (if they bother to dress at all). Besides, I was over at Derrick’s when you called; there wasn’t much time to change, and your lab is just across the quad anyway. Plus, in case you’ve forgotten, we’re supposed to be off for the week!”
Bea groaned, “And just what were you doing over at Derrick’s? No, wait, I don’t even want to know. What happened to Adam?”
“Oh, him? Eh, I decided it wasn’t working out. Oh, don’t get me wrong, he’s still a hunk and a good guy and everything, but after a month, he got a little stale; it was time to move on to newer pastures. You know me, once the fun wears off, I’m outta there!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you’ve just got to have your fun.”
“Hey, don’t give me that! It was completely mutual. Besides, if you’d loosen up a little, I bet you could find a boy of your own, even with those frumpy clothes you insist on wearing.”
Bea just sighed to herself. Yes, compared to her friend, she was a bit reserved. She liked to wear long dresses and long-sleeved shirts. She didn’t feel like showing off her body the way Sam did. Of course, her body wasn’t quite as …“feminine” as Samantha’s was. Whereas the modelesque woman had a large chest and a posterior to match, Bea had much more modest A-cups and a relatively flat figure.
Samantha was telling the truth when she said that her dress wasn’t all that ‘skimpy’ compared to most other women’s. Over the past few decades, the trend in society has been turning increasingly liberal, and not just in fashion, but in moral and especially sexual attitudes overall. Sadly, at least from Bea’s point of view, Samantha’s views about sexual promiscuity and loose morals were now vastly the norm rather than the exception. What was once considered taboo was becoming increasingly common.
Bea had a deep and genuine belief in both God and religion. As time marched further and further on, she couldn’t help but notice that the number of people who shared her belief was becoming fewer and fewer. With continued breakthroughs in the theory of evolution and findings from progressive exploration of the universe, she felt that science was, in large part, to blame for this.
But Bea, herself, had a deep love for science as well. It brought her so much joy to see how its developments and refinements had been used to help so many across the globe who were suffering. Growing up, her religious views prompted many cries of ‘crazy’ and ‘nut-case’ from both schoolmates and neighbors. Even after graduating from college, she was deeply saddened to see those within her profession continuously at war with those within her faith. It had been the woman’s lifelong dream, one which she held very dear, to somehow, some way, show the world that both science and religion could coexist harmoniously.
And that was why she had called her friend over tonight.
“So, what’s the big emergency that you had to call me in the middle of the night, on our week off, and have me rush over here? If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think you were up to something fun, but knowing you, it’s going to be another religious lecture of some sort, am I right?”
She rolled her eyes playfully.
Despite her playful nature and sexy looks, Bea knew that it was just a front and that Samantha was, in fact, a very intelligent and analytical woman. Samantha, like Bea, was a permanent resident and part-time professor and researcher at Delilah University. In fact, Samantha was considered one of the crème-of-the-crop, and possibly one of the geniuses of their generation. The other professors and pupils adored her and she had received high marks and much money for her scientific research.
Bea, on the other hand, while also highly intelligent, was known more for her “unconventional” (i.e. crazy) areas of research, which mostly involved scientifically-based theology, a field which garnered her little acclaim and few students, other than the occasional ‘coaster’ searching for what they (mistakenly) thought would be an easy course to pass.
It did, however, earn her a rival in Samantha, who abhorred the university allotting any resources or money, no matter how meager, to such silly notions like ‘proving the existence of a God’, when said money could be used on her research instead. She was especially peeved when the university forced them to share a lab. The two had started out with much animosity, and had many arguments, some even in public, and had even written competing papers and essays. But as they constantly butted heads, they also got to know one another and eventually became friends, even though they were still rivals.
It all boiled down to one thing: Bea couldn’t conclusively prove the existence of God, and Sam couldn’t conclusively disprove the existence of God, and so they basically were caught in a perpetual stalemate.
Until tonight.
“It’s funny you should say that,” said Bea with a smirk, “I wanted to show you my greatest scientific breakthrough yet, and without trying to be boastful, possibly the greatest breakthrough in history … and I emphasize the history part literally!”
With a theatrical flourish, Bea removed a sheet that was spread across a large object in the corner.
“It’s … a metal box?” asked Sam, now a bit weirded out, “Is this what you’ve been working on all week while I was out having fun, a metal box?”
The large metal box was about three meters by three meters, with a remotely-activated door and an assortment of wires and tubes pouring out of it.
“Nooo, it’s the answer to our long-standing rivalry! For once and for all, I, Beatrice Evans, will prove beyond a doubt to you, Samantha Perry, and to the entire world, conclusively and undeniably, that God does exist!”
“… By using a metal box? And a mad-scientist speech?”
Bea growled, “It’s not a metal box! It’s a time machine!”
An awkward silence ensued for a few minutes before Sam turned to her friend worriedly.
“Okay, Bea, now I know you need to get laid! Either those religious beliefs of yours have messed with your head too much, or those conservative clothes are choking off the blood to your brain. Is this some sort of joke?”
“No, it is not a joke! This is an actual time machine! And I intend to use it to prove to you, the ultimate skeptic, that God exists!”
“Bea, maybe you should lie down. Why don’t I call the health services department and …”
“I’m telling you the truth, Sam! Just like I’ve been telling you the truth all along about the existence of God! And now I can prove it to you! Just trust me!”
“Uh-huh. Bea, in case you’ve forgotten your basic physics lectures, the concept of a functional time machine is extremely unlikely.”
Bea smiled, “But, it’s theoretically possible!”
“Yes,” said Sam skeptically, “But I know this isn’t a real time machine because for a time machine to work, it would have to be a sphere about the size of a skyscraper and take up more energy than most countries consume in, oh, say, an entire year! Plus, if you’ll recall, when it was proposed that a time machine might be an actual possibility, no matter how little that possibility actually was, the World Council issued an order forbidding anyone from attempting to build one.”
Sam placed an arm on Bea’s shoulder and continued consolingly.
“What you have here is a relatively small metal cube, with nowhere near enough energy and, most importantly of all, I know for a fact that you would never break even a minor traffic law, much less a direct order from the World Council.”
Bea looked both sheepish and proud at the same time.
“First of all, none of the physical requirements matters once you bypass Polaris’ Law, and secondly, well, I know it’s a bit of an ethical grey area, but I’m convinced that the results will be worth it! If the only way to save all your souls and stop this world from plunging into immorality is by disregarding a law made by men, and not by God, then I’ll gladly suffer the consequences!”
Sam raised an eyebrow.
“You think you found a way to bypass Polaris’ Law?” she asked, seemingly more concerned by that revelation than her associate potentially breaking a high-level law.
Bea just smiled and pointed to a computer display filled with various numbers, equations, and graphs. Intrigued, Sam wearily sat down and began to pore over the display. After about fifteen minutes, with her face going through various stages of increasing astonishment and surprise, all she could do was turn to Bea and mutter, “Humph.”
It wasn’t much, but it was more than Bea had ever gotten out of Sam as far as acknowledgement of her scientific achievements, so she knew that she had impressed her.
“See, I told you!”
“Now wait a minute, I’ll admit that this is impressive, but just because these equations may potentially lead to something doesn’t mean that this ‘time machine’ actually works.”
“Oh, I know it works because I’ve already tested it! I’ll show you! Pick out a random object from this room, any object at all, and put it in the machine.”
Sam, still skeptical, looked around for a moment before deciding to dig through her own purse. She pulled out a tampon.
“Sam! That wasn’t what I meant!”
“What? You said any object. Besides, this is mine, and I brought it here, so this way I know you’re not faking it by using something of your own. It’s too unique.” (Despite recent advancements, Sam was still wary of the hormonal treatments and had decided to go the more ‘primitive’ route by using antiquated tampons).
Bea sighed, but reluctantly grabbed the item (with distaste) and placed it in the machine, all while mumbling about sacrifices in the name of science.
After making a few adjustments to the machine, she sat down at a different console and began entering data. Sam looked over her shoulder in curiosity … which quickly turned to shock!
“Bea … is that the yottabit computer from the technology department?! That’s one of the most powerful computers in the country! How did you get access to that?! They wouldn’t even give me access to it?!”
Bea blushed sheepishly, “Um, well, you know Dr Simmons, who heads the I.T.? Well, he’s kind of had his eye on you for a while, so I, um, may have told him that as your friend, I could put in a good … um, word.”
Despite everything that had happened, Sam looked more surprised than she had all evening.
“You told Dr Simmons that I’d hook up with him if he gave you access to the yottabit computer?! Fuck, Bea, either you really have gone insane, or you really are confident that you’ve perfected time travel!”
“It was the only independent computer I could get access to that had enough computing power for the calculations. If I used the integrated systems, it would have sent up too many red flags. Besides, once I prove that God exists, I think you’ll be concerned with matters a bit more important than going on a date with Dr Simmons.”
“I hear a lot of chatter, but I don’t see my tampon being shoved up a Tyrannosaurus’s back in the Cretaceous,” said Sam in a mocking sing-song tone of voice.
“It’ll be the 1960’s, actually, and it will be Jerusalem … and I most certainly will not be ‘shoving it” into anything!”
“Huh? Wait, Bea, I was just joking about the time part! You know that even with a working time machine, you can’t send anything back to before the point when the machine was built, and it has to come out of the actual time machine itself. How could …”
Bea just pointed at a new line of equations on the display, and Sam studied them, once again registering surprise.
“Fuck! Bea, I always thought you were smarter than your frumpy looks let on, but … damn!”
“Yeah, it’s amazing what you can accomplish when you put your energy and devotion into things other than copulation,” Bea said smugly.
Sam was so overwhelmed that she ignored the remark.
“But why the 1960’s, and why New Jerusalem?”
“The 1960’s was the earliest date that we still have of public video recordings in the city; it was a security camera in the primary transit station. And back then, it was just Jerusalem, not New Jerusalem. Look here …”
Bea brought up a video file from the historical archives on the net. It showed a bustling train station in grainy, pixelated monochrome.
“And now …” She pressed a few buttons, and a whirring noise sounded from the metal machine behind them.
A few seconds later, the grainy image of a tampon appeared on the screen instantly. A pedestrian almost tripped over it.
“Is that proof enough for you?”
Sam ran back to the machine and remotely opened the door. Her tampon was gone. She glanced back at the screen, where the distressed pedestrian was now surrounded by a small assortment of onlookers, and even some police officers, all wearing historical clothing and seeming quite distressed about an ordinary tampon.
“That-that doesn’t prove anything!”
“This is an authentic recording from the archives. See the indicator stamp? We sent your feminine hygiene product back on time. Congratulations!” she said sarcastically. “I’m sure that if you had believed me to begin with, then perhaps you would’ve have sent back something a bit more, shall we say, humble? Or at least inconspicuous?”
“It could still be a trick! Maybe that recording is just simulated! I bet the yottabit computer is powerful enough that it could alter the public records without activating the security protocols!”
Bea just shook her head.
“Oh ye of little faith. But I can’t say I’m surprised. Actually, I was kind of hoping that you’d react like this. Now I can prove you wrong about time travel, and more importantly, about the existence of God, simultaneously.”
Bea grabbed a pair of nearby clothes and threw them towards Sam.
“Here, put these on.”
Sam unraveled them to find a set of very conservative-looking burqa-like coverings.
“Fuck Bea, this is even more conservative than your normal ugly style! Why the Hell would I be caught dead wearing something like this?”
“Because where, or should I say when, we are going, if you wore your usual attire, then you probably would end up dead … by stoning. You asked why I chose Jerusalem. Because it’s close to Bethlehem, of course! We’re going back in time to the birth of the Christ Child! I finally have a means to show everyone that I was right about the existence of God, and I’d like for you to have the first honor!”
Sam, for once, looked horrified.
“You can’t be serious?!”
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life! I’ve had to stand by and watch as the world descends into immorality and sin. I’ve tried my utmost to convince people, good people like you, Sam, who I know are capable of living fruitful and productive lives in the eyes of the Lord, not to wallow away their opportunity at eternal happiness and salvation. But nobody will take me seriously since I lack proof of God’s existence! Not so long ago, people’s faith was enough to sustain them, but now they demand proof to justify their faith, and I intend to give them that proof! And with you, the ultimate genius and religious skeptic of our generation, by my side as an accomplice and eyewitness, nobody will have reason to doubt me!”
“NO FUCKING WAY! You’re insane if you think I’m stepping into that machine with you!”
“Look, you might not want to risk your skin to uphold the virtues of morality and eternal salvation, but I know you, Sam, and if there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you absolutely love having fun! And this will be the ultimate adventure of a lifetime! I also know that you absolutely loathe being proven wrong, and you absolutely love being proven right and proving others wrong. So, this is your big chance, Sam. This is your one big chance to prove me wrong and lord it over me, and everyone else, for the rest of time, that you were right and I was wrong and that God doesn’t exist.”
Sam looked thoughtful, but still weary.
“Tell you what, Sam, I’ll even sweeten the deal. If you prove me wrong and God doesn’t exist, I’ll … I’ll convert to your hedonistic virtues. You can help me “loosen up”, and I’ll even admit to the entire university, in public, that I’ve renounced my belief in religion and in God and that I plan to become your personal lab assistant! I’ll admit to all of them that you were RIGHT and I was WRONG, and that you are the superior scientist! Just think about how much FUN that would be. Plus, you’ll have proof enough to convince every remaining religious person on the planet to abandon their beliefs and embrace science! You’ll be famous, and I’ll even give YOU all the credit for the work on the time machine. You could even win a Nobel Prize. This is how serious I am, Sam! What do you say?”
Bea may have been virtuous and kind, but she sure knew how to press other people’s buttons and goad them when she needed to. Sam couldn’t refuse and stepped into the machine alongside her rival after they made the necessary adjustments to the computer.
“This had better not be a trick.”
“It isn’t.”
“I’m sooo going to enjoy having you as my own personal lowly lab assistant!”
“We’ll see.”
“… Please tell me that my tampon isn’t really stuck back in the 1960’s? I think my period is coming on!”
xxxxx
There was a flash of blinding light. Sam belatedly realized that it was the hot, Middle Eastern sun glaring into her eyes, despite the burqa covering. She blinked it off and looked around to see gently sloping hills covered with wild grass.
“Is this … ?”
“We should be just outside of Bethlehem, if my calculations were correct,” said Bea from her side.
Sam picked through the grass, as if making sure it was real. She heard a weird sound coming from nearby.
“Are those … sheep?”
“Yeah, I guess so. People used to domesticate them, you know.”
Sam picked up a large rock and hurled it through the air. Her aim was true, and it SMACKED one of the sheep right on the head, causing it to fall over, dead.
“Samantha! What did you do that for?!”
“That was a real sheep!”
“I know that! And you just killed it!”
Off in the distance, a shepherd boy was running towards them, shouting angrily in a language that sounded similar to Aramaic. Bea began to run, but seeing Sam still standing there, dumbfounded, she ran back and dragged her along.
“That was real!” shouted Sam between breaths as she also finally began to run.
“Yeah, and it belongs to that boy who’s running after us! What were you thinking, Sam?!”
“No … but … this is real! You really created a time machine! We’ve actually traveled back in time!”
Bea took the time to turn around and smirk at Sam.
“Guess this means no lowly lab assistant for you, huh?”
“Fuck, I get the feeling that both of us will end up being lowly if we don’t get away from Speedy Gonzales back there! Shit, he’s gaining! Fuck, my feet already hurt! How the Hell did people live with just walking everywhere all the time?!”
xxxxx
Though the shepherd boy undoubtedly had better stamina, the ladies’ more advanced footwear soon won out, and they were now walking at a brisk pace towards a cluttering of buildings in the distance, believed to be Bethlehem. All things considered, it was very peaceful.
Or it would’ve been, but Sam hadn’t shut up since they arrived.
“I mean, I always knew you were smart under those frumpy clothes and that holier-than-thou attitude of yours, Bea, but shit, I didn’t realize you were this smart! Hell, not even I could’ve thought of this!”
“It’s like I keep telling you, Sam, all things are possible when you have faith in God,” said Bea with an enthusiastic sincerity. She had to admit, it felt good to hear her rival actually giving her work the credit it deserved, for once.
“God, Shmod! Bea, do you realize what this means?! We own time! We can travel anywhere and do anything! Just think of the fun we could have! Wait…you do have a way to get us back, right?”
“There’s a return dialling device in my pack. But Sam, this really isn’t a vacation. And we’re just here to observe, not to interfere. We weren’t here two minutes before you killed something! Just why do you think the World Council placed restrictions on time travel in the first place? We can only hope that your actions haven’t contaminated the timeline in any way.”
“Screw that! And screw the World Council! Bea, don’t you understand? WE can be the ones who control the world! We can alter the timeline however we want so that we come out on top! We can control everything! We can control everyone!”
Bea stopped and turned to Sam. She could tell from the hungry look in the woman’s eyes, and the way her mouth almost literally drooled with anticipation, that she was being serious about what she said.
“Samantha, I know that this must be a shocking experience for you, but you need to be rational. Besides, I brought you along with me to prove to you that God exists and that he sent his Son to save us, and we should uphold his moral and righteous example!”
“Forget morality and fuck righteousness! We can create our own morals now! The world can be recreated in our image, the way we want it to be! Why waste time on a fruitless search for God, when we can be worshiped as Gods?! Don’t you understand, Bea? You created a power that only Gods should have, and that makes us Gods! We should use that power the way we want, to benefit us and only us! Screw everyone else! The only thing that matters is that we can finally do whatever we want with absolutely no consequences!”
“Sam, you need to calm down!”
“No, Bea, you need to be more excited! Don’t you get it? All our lives, we’ve been held back by fucking morals and what society says we can and can’t do. But now, none of that matters! WE can be the ones who decide what’s right and what’s wrong!”
“Sam, we can’t alter the timeline! We should use this power for the good of everyone, not to fulfill greedy or selfish personal desires. And besides, since when have you ever been confined by ‘morality’ anyway?”
“Oh come on, Bea, just because I get around sexually doesn’t mean I can do whatever the fuck I want! But I sure as Hell can now! Just think about it, hasn’t there ever been somebody you wanted to have, but couldn’t? Or better yet, somebody you didn’t want to have? Like, somebody you didn’t want to exist? Somebody you absolutely hated? We can erase them! Hell, we wouldn’t even have to worry about being caught if we alter the timeline so that murder and rape and whatever the Hell else we feel like is deemed perfectly okay! Especially if we make them worship us like Gods! Then they’d practically exonerate us while we do whatever the Hell we want, right in front of their faces!”
“Sam, stop! I have never seen you act like this before! All of this power is going to your head! Think about what you’re saying! You’re talking about actually killing people!”
Sam just licked her lips, “Not just individual people, Bea; entire populations! Oh come on, don’t look at me like that! There are fifteen-fucking-billion people back where we come from, occupying space and consuming valuable resources; resources that we could be consuming and hoarding all to ourselves! We could oppress and eliminate anyone who doesn’t contribute to society; my new vision of society!”
“Sam!!”
“Think about all of those disabled people, like the blind, and the frail, and… and the elderly, and retired military veterans! They wouldn’t have any protection anymore! And the children! … Think of what could happen to all of those whiny, snot-nosed, bratty children …”
Sam was openly fingering herself through her burqa now, much to Bea’s horror!
“Mmmm, billions of people, and billions of different ways to have fun as I use them, abuse them, and snuff them out! Oh God, I think I’m CUMMINNGG!”
“Sam! Don’t use the Lord’s name in vain like that! Ack, what am I saying? Sam, what you’re suggesting is … is … genocide! Infanticide, even!”
“What I’m suggesting is that we have some fun!”
“It wouldn’t be fun for all the people who are hurt because of your actions!”
“Who cares? They can’t do anything to harm me. We’re practically invincible, even immortal! I can do whatever the fuck I want with no negative consequences…for me, that is. And it’s all thanks to you, Bea!”
Bea was now long past regretting having taken Sam along on this momentous trip. Couldn’t she see that they were dealing with something so much larger and more important than themselves?
“Look, Sam, I don’t want to argue with you. But we are not going to be doing anything here other than observing the birth of the Christ Child. I can only hope that once you see the importance and purity of the event for yourself, as it actually happens, that your notions of greed and selfishness will be banished, along with those of everyone else in the future, once we show them what has transpired.”
Sam just glared at her. How was it her little goody-goody lab partner could be so smart that she perfected time travel, and yet be so stupid that she couldn’t see how it could benefit them, and all the fun they could have with it?!
“Oh, come off it, Bea! Just because we traveled back through time, that doesn’t mean that your lame fairy-tale bible was telling the truth! We may be back in ancient Bethlehem, but that doesn’t mean that Jesus was actually born here, or even if he was, that he was the Son of God with magical powers or anything like that! Why don’t you just face reality? We should be out having fun, not waiting who-knows-how-long for a stupid non-existent pregnant “virgin” to come strolling up on a donkey and …”
“Shh! Do you hear that?”
Coming around the bend in the road was a small group of people. Not knowing what to expect, Bea and Sam quickly hid in a nearby outcropping. Peeking out, they could see a woman riding a donkey, which also carried satchels, and being led by an attractive, dark-toned man with a beard. The woman, who was of such shape that she was obviously near the end of her pregnancy, seemed to extrude an aura around her; one that had implications far beyond simply being pregnant.
The feeling was indescribable; it was intangible; it was alluring, intoxicating, and almost magnetic …
It was Holy!
“Oh, wow! Do you feel that?” whispered Bea.
Sam just nodded with her mouth agape, resembling a fish out of water. Even she couldn’t deny the inherent and intrinsic sensations that washed over her.
Bea quietly pulled a small device from her pack.
“My hand-held has a 3D video recorder on it, and it has an internal chronometer to verify the time, and a stellar cartography scanner to verify the era and the place. With this, there will be no doubt!” She turned to Sam, “Now all we have to do is follow them from a safe distance and-”
Bea only had a mere second to realize that Sam, her friend and trusted lab partner, had picked up a sizable rock and was slamming it down on her head with all her might!
xxxxx
Beatrice woke up some time later. Her head hurt worse than anything she had ever felt in her life. She reached up to feel a sizable lump that hurt to even touch and was caked in dried blood. She tried to sit up, but had to try several times before she was able to overcome the pain.
She could hear loud voices nearby and peeked out through the outcropping. The donkey that they had seen before was lying dead in the road, its skull caved in, and the man who had been leading it stood nearby speaking frantically with a pair of what appeared to be Roman soldiers, along with the shepherd boy who had chased them earlier. There was no sign of the pregnant woman, and a feeling of intense malice and fear permeated the air.
A knot of dread built up in Bea’s stomach.
Sam was nowhere to be seen.
As quickly as she could while still under the painful effects of her attack, she searched around for her pack, only to realize that Sam must’ve taken it, along with the return dialing device. Thankfully, Bea still had her hand-held computer, which she was clutching when Sam knocked her out. It had a tracking system that was locked onto the dialing device. Bea quietly and quickly slipped away, following the signal.
After walking (more like limping, with her head injury) over several hills, she noticed several small splatters of blood and prayed that she wasn’t too late.
Surely God would protect the Blessed Mother and His own Son from any danger, especially since the Son was still a helpless fetus?
As she rounded the next hill, the scene before her proved just how truly useful the power of prayer was … her close friend, the happy-go-lucky, always cheerful and smiling Samantha, was naked and hunched over the equally naked body of a near-dead woman, whose once beautiful form was now literally torn limb from limb, and her pregnant belly skewered open!
Sam’s eyes were completely black, and her whole body glowed an ominous red!
And what a body it was! Her tits, which had already been busty Double D’s, were expanding before Bea’s very eyes, as was her muscular ass! Her body became curvier, her height increased, her shoulders broadened, and even her hair, both at the top of her head and down to her pubes, seemed to lengthen and shine like the sun. She became the epiphany of a woman; the idealization of a Goddess.
Samantha was still cheerful and smiling, but now the cheer was entirely one of malicious lust, and the smile was evil and filled with razor-sharp canine teeth. And hanging from that smiling mouth, leading all the way back down into the sliced-open belly, was a bloody umbilical cord!
The deity once known as Sam licked her chops in tasty delight and turned her gorgeous, yet wicked, face towards Bea, as if sensing her approach.
“Hey Bea, you were right!” giggled the Goddess with Sam’s voice, except now a little deeper and with a slight echo, “Accepting Jesus Christ into your body and soul really does give you a new outlook on life! It’s like I’ve been transformed into another person! Hahaha!”
Bea just collapsed on the ground, refusing to believe what she was seeing. Sam just slurped up the rest of the umbilical cord as if it were a spaghetti noodle.
“Mmmh! Tasty! It almost makes me wish I had taken up your offer to join you in communion. Who knew that the body and blood of Christ would actually taste like fine bread and wine?”
Bea began sobbing. She cried over the loss of her religion, over the loss of her Savior, over the loss of her morality, and even over the loss of her ex-friend, who, as it turns out, was never really much of a friend to begin with.
“Oh come now, Bea, don’t be sad. After all, you were right about everything! You were right about time travel, you were right about the existence of Jesus, and you were even right about the existence of God … ME! Hehe! Hell, I bet you were even right about this pathetic bitch being a virgin! But let’s make sure!”
Like magic, Sam’s divine body instantly sprouted a flesh-and-blood cock! And what a cock! It was nearly a meter long, and at least a quarter as thick, with a giant mushroom head! Sam wasted no time in grabbing the limbless fuck doll and ruthlessly impaling it on her monster cock, straight down to the massive balls!
“Yep, you were right! I tore right through her barrier … and her now-useless womb … she was a virgin! But she’s NOT ANYMORE! HAHAHA!”
Sam began sawing through the body, blood spewing everywhere out of the holes where the arms, legs, stomach, and womb used to be. None of the blood splashed on Sam, for she was too divine and too beautiful to be touched by the filth of inferior mortal women. Not that it would’ve mattered even if she had been covered in blood, for she would still have looked just as beautiful and alluring to even the most squeamish of men.
But still, Sam thought that the ex-virgin Mary could do with one more hole, just to even things out. She grabbed hold of the woman’s head in her perfectly manicured hands, and violently ripped it off, sending squirts of blood and gore flying and landing right on Bea’s sobbing form. Sam just laughed even harder.
Her cock expanded even more in lustful joy, and her forceful thrusts finally punched straight through Mary’s intestines and out through the hole in her stomach!
“Ha! I always wondered what it would be like to get my belly pierced! What do you think, Bea?”
The cock had now grown so large that Sam, leaning over, was easily able to reach down and take it in her mouth and began to suck and deep-throat her own cock! Her obscenely huge breasts shook and jiggled with every thrust, and Sam was soon giving herself a tit-fuck while sucking on her own cock-tip, with the headless and limbless body of the formerly-virgin Mary hanging off, while shaking out more guts and blood with every pump of her she-dick.
Bea watched through tear-stung eyes, unable to turn away from the scene of utter blasphemy and desecration.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was really just several minutes, Sam could feel her grapefruit-sized balls tighten, and braced herself as gallons of thick, syrupy cum blasted into her enlarged mouth and dribbled down her cheeks. While holding the cum in her puffed-out cheeks like a squirrel, she impaled the dismembered head of the former Virgin Mary on the tip of her dick!
Surprisingly, the head moved, for Sam had made sure to keep her fuck toy alive even after it had been beheaded, though it still felt pain just as intensely as if it were still attached to its body. Sam mentally gave the dismembered head an order, and Mary obeyed, unable to resist the command of her new God. The head, impaled on the tip of Sam’s erect and up-right cock, opened its bloody mouth … and Sam slowly spat the bountiful and evil semen straight into it, followed by a series of wicked and disgusting French kisses as the cum went straight down Mary’s severed esophagus and the ran down the monster cock, spilling all over Mary’s mutilated body and filling up the hole in her womb like a human cum receptacle!
“Bet your old god never made you feel like that when he knocked you up, did he, Mary?” laughed Sam.
The unattached head just managed to shake itself with a “no”, before Sam pulled it off her cock-head and then slammed it into the gooey cum-puddle that filled the open womb.
Bea tried desperately to crawl away as her former friend slid Mary’s dissected body off her cock and then turned her attention towards her and strutted over, with Sam’s gargantuan dick still erect the entire time and her now J-cup breasts swaying majestically. But with one look into her now soulless eyes, Bea was forced to stop all escape attempts.
The massive cock throbbed just inches above her face.
“I see that you’re in your rightful place, kneeling below me. Why don’t you worship and pray to your new God?”
“N-no! I won’t!” she cried, trembling. Sam may have had full control over her body, but her soul and free will were still her own.
“Oh come now, Bea, you had no trouble obeying your old god with all his boring and useless rules and confining morality; why is it so much trouble to obey your new God, that only wants you to indulge yourself and have some FUN?”
“You … you are not my God!”
Sam just laughed at the show of pitiful defiance.
“Oh, but I am, Bea! I can see it all so clearly now…the inner workings of space and time and existence; the secrets of the universe; the solutions to problems that mankind doesn’t even know exist and couldn’t even bear to comprehend. And best of all, Bea, I have control over all of it! You know, you actually did me a favor when you refused to give me the power over time travel. Now that I’ve taken what I wanted, I have full control over the entire cosmos, and I don’t even need your pitiful machine anymore! Hehe, and to think, none of this would have been possible without you, Bea! I always thought you were just a worthless piece of garbage like the rest of them, especially with your disgustingly plain body, but as it turns out, you were actually of some use to me after all.”
Sam gestured to the detached head of Mary floating in a puddle of dick-juice inside the remains of her own womb.
“How ironic that you would cause the downfall of everything that you loved so much and devoted your pitiful life to.”
“NO! I DIDN’T! YOU’RE WRONG!”
Sam simply smirked and waved her finger in a tsk-tsk motion.
“Have you forgotten Bea? I AM GOD, and I AM INFALLIBLE! I AM NEVER WRONG!! I OWN THE COSMOS, AND EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IN THEM ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A TOY TO ME! And that includes your pitiful body and your pathetic SOUL! And if you want your soul to go into Heaven, then you had better OBEY ME OR FACE ETERNAL DAMNATION!”
‘This can’t be happening! … It’s not true! God can’t be dead! He … HE CAN’T!’ Bea screamed in her mind.
“SUCK IT!”
Samantha shoved the wet cock right up against her former friend’s face, but Bea still resisted.
“All of this happened because you feared for the souls of others, Bea; because you feared for my soul. HAHAHA! But now my soul and my destiny are mine alone to control, and it’s your soul that you should be concerned with! Unlike you, I’m not worried about what happens to the souls of others, even the one that belongs to my pathetic EX-friend! Now that I have power beyond imagination, I don’t need weaklings like you anymore! You are now nothing more than a toy for my amusement, and I do not need broken toys that don’t work! My patience may be infinite, but my temper is wearing thin! And if you care at all for your soul, THEN YOU’LL DO AS YOUR NEW GOD COMMANDS!”
But Bea only stared blankly, trembling and quaking, in a daze of disbelief.
“I guess you need a little divine influence,” Sam laughed wickedly. She then seized the back of Bea’s head with a firm grip and shoved her slimy shaft down Bea’s throat.
“That’s it, my pathetic little puppet, just give in to my will! WORSHIP YOUR NEW GOD LIKE THE PIECE OF INFERIOR FILTH THAT YOU WERE MEANT TO BE!”
Sam continued to brutally rape the unwilling mouth of her ex-friend, and soon covered every inch of her, from head to toe, in a thick layer of gooey cum. Bea coughed and gagged and tried to wipe the spermy soap from her eyes, but her new Lord stopped her.
“How dare you reject a gift from the body of your new God?! Eat it! Slurp it all down! Show your obedience to your Lord and Master by greedily consuming my potential babies! That’s it, chew them up! Now swallow them! Heh, funny how the sanctity of the innocent lives of potential babies seems to fly out the window when your own soul is on the line, huh? Where’s that anti-abortion attitude of yours now, huh!?”
The spermed girl didn’t answer; she was too busy trying to regurgitate the Goddess’s divine-tasting spunk. It tasted like the richest and most addictive of creams, but for the pious recipient, it was vile beyond reproach. Watching her former holier-than-thou and morally-uppity friend being reduced to such a depraved and disgusting state only made Sam’s God-cock throb harder.
However, she was quickly becoming quite bored with having such a pathetic little mortal around, and felt that maybe she could provide some meager entertainment if things were pushed up a level … or perhaps thrusted up a level by her God-cock! It then suddenly dawned on her that they still had one last score to settle…
“Hey Bea, you know that as your new Lord God, I’m now perfect and am always right no matter what the circumstances. That means that, despite being right about the time machine, since I’m now an infallible God, I still win our little bet! And I think it’s about high time I help you ‘loosen’ up!”
Bea only had a moment to realize what Sam was referring to before she was magically flipped over onto her gorged stomach, with her virgin ass held high in the air!
“NOOO!”
Sam’s soulless eyes twinkled mischievously as she lined her killer cock up with the tiny, un-stretched cunt-hole.
“Well, Bea, since you didn’t seem to like my sperm being pumped into your stomach through your throat, let’s see how much you like it when I pump it into your stomach directly through your ASS instead!”
Sam plunged the monstrous cock all the way and up to her large balls in one go! The girth was so wide that it ripped through her pathetic rape-toy’s vaginal walls and then her ass lining, combining the two into one massive hole. Then it tore through her womb and ruined any chance she would ever have children, and then continued even further, tearing through muscles and intestines and rearranging internal organs, until it burst straight through her stomach lining!
“OH SHIT, YEAH! I TOLD YOU THAT YOUR FLAT ASS WOULD BE MINE, YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A RAPE-CUM RECEPTACLE!”
Bea just cried as the indescribable pain mixed with the indescribable pleasure of being fucked by a GOD! The thick cock-head poked against her stomach lining and could clearly be made out as it stretched against her skin, threatening to break through! After just several thrusts, Bea was vomiting up the thick cum she had swallowed just a moment before, along with copious amounts of blood and gore that also flowed out of her nose and began pouring from her upturned eyes.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A HUMAN DILDO FOR YOUR GOD AND FORMER BEST FRIEND?! OH SHIT, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! OH GOD! OH MEEEEE!”
Sam was close to cumming, but a God such as her couldn’t be satisfied with merely raping an innocent girl to death; she needed something extra to finish herself off!
With agonizing slowness for Bea (and blissful pleasure for Sam), the Godly cock began to expand and lengthen even further, punching up through the human-sex-toy’s stomach and entering the oesophagus.
“Remember earlier when I talked about erasing all those people, Bea? Do you know why I HATE bratty children, the decrepit elderly, and the worthless diseased and disabled so much? It’s because caring for them takes away from the rest of society’s – the truly superior people’s – opportunity to have FUN!”
The giant snake-like cock pushed through to the top of its victim’s throat, blocking out all air and bulging the neck out obscenely.
“And you know what other worthless group of people I FUCKING HATE that’s an absolute burden on society and is always trying to rein in on our fun; on MY fun? FUCKING UPTIGHT MORALLY RELIGIOUS FANATICS LIKE YOU!”
The mushroom-sized cock-head suddenly expanded outward with enormous pressure, piercing through the skewered girl’s neck and instantly snapping through flesh and bone, and severing Bea’s head from the rest of her body in a burst of blood.
“OH FUCK YEAH! I’M CUMMINNGGG!”
The Goddess’s cunt and cock gushed simultaneously, and the pressure that built up in the cock-head was enough that it spewed out like a small geyser, taking the severed head with it and SMASHING it against the nearby rocks.
After taking a moment to recover from the most pleasurable experience of her life, Sam slid the headless body of her one-time friend off her monster pole. Then she picked up the detached head (now with a noticeable dent from crashing against the rocks) and placed it on the tip of her still-erect cock. The cock adjusted in size and sprang upwards so that Sam was eye-to-eye with the cum-covered face. Despite no longer being attached to her body, Sam used her godly powers to make sure that it was still alive and conscious, and very much still able to feel pain, just as she had done with the ex-virgin Mary.
Sam just smirked wickedly at the look of horror and betrayal on her ex-friend’s face.
“Oh, come off it, Bea. I always did warn you about sticking your “HEAD” into other people’s business! Hahaha! Oh, but don’t worry, since you willingly gave up all your precious morals out of cowardice and fear and willingly submitted to me, I’ve decided to be a gracious God and grant you your final wish to save your soul and send you to Heaven.”
A look of painful relief was evident through the blood-and-cum soaked film covering Bea’s face.
“Of course, since Heaven is where all the stupid little fun-wrecking goody-two-shoes like you end up, I’ve decided to make a few … changes. Hell is where it’s at now! I hope you enjoyed being skewered by my massive God-cock, because now you’ll have a fucking ETERNITY of it to look forward to! Say hello to my sexy “angels” for me! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Bea tried to cry out in resistance, but quickly found her voice disappearing as her head was shrunk down to a convenient snack-size. With one simple little flick of her God’s massive cock, Bea’s head was launched right into Sam’s open-and-waiting mouth. The wicked Goddess swallowed it whole as if she were a cherry or a piece of candy.
“Mmm, I always did love ‘soul’ food! Ha! Ohhhh, that does feel good! I can feel your soul being digested by my very essence! Shit, it even tastes better than that fucking pregnant sow’s soul! The more souls I eat, the better they taste! MMMmmm! Absolutely scrumptious! That’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life! OH HOLY MEEE! I’M GONNA CUM JUST FROM THE TASTE OF IT!”
The sensation was so pleasurable that not only did Sam cum, but she orgasmed multiple times and even pissed herself!
“MORE! I MUST HAVE MORE DELICIOUS SOULS!”
She turned in the direction of the nearest town, leaving the cum-filled and mutilated body of her former friend and the limbless torso of the former Christ Child’s mom with its aborted womb, now nothing more than a cum receptacle for wasted God-sperm, behind to be fed on by the crows.
xxxxx
Twilight had descended on the town of Bethlehem. And yet, the streets were suddenly filled with awed gawkers and terrified citizens, as the moon above suddenly began to glow blood-red and bathe the town in an eerie, demonic glow that foretold of an overwhelming and malignant force descending upon them.
They were not to be disappointed.
The crowds soon parted and made way as a glowing figure of ultimate and divine, yet satanic, beauty flowed into the town square. She was unlike anything they had ever seen or even dreamed of. She towered over them; her voluptuous, naked form the definitive epitome of female beauty. Her hair sparkled and glowed like gold silk; her face radiated pure enchantment; her large bosom was the ideal of maternal (and lustful) standards; her ass looked as if it was molded by the finest of artisans. A glow enveloped her body, one that outshone even that of her pregnant predecessor.
Even her magnificent dick did nothing to dissuade the lust and envy of the crowd, and, in fact, only seemed to enhance their hunger for her, as many of the men began sprouting tents in their pants and the women felt their crotches grow wet.
She was the embodiment of the human form, both male and female.
And yet, there was a very powerful and domineering aura around her, one that terrified even those with the strongest of wills and kept their hungry urges at bay … at least, until the figure would deem it to be the proper time for them to indulge.
A time that would cum very soon.
“People of Bethlehem,” the figure announced, her angelic and hypnotic voice booming across the town in their various native tongues, “I am Samantha … Samantha Satan! I am the Goddess of pleasure, amusement, indulgence, and most of all, FUN! AND I AM NOW YOUR GOD! Bow down and worship me! Give your tasty souls over to me willingly, and you will be rewarded with an eternal life filled with all of the fun and self-serving pleasure you can imagine! Resist, and you’ll end up as nothing more than toys for my amusement!”
Many in the crowd dropped to their knees, either out of fear or actual anticipation of their new God’s rewards for them. Others chose to run and hide in their houses, and pray to their old gods for protection. However, some remained standing. Amongst them was a pair of Roman soldiers.
“Y-you may have the beauty of a God, but you are no god of the Romans!” one of them shouted, though his voice betrayed his fear.
Samantha Satan just smirked.
“I am a God of everyone who wants to have fun and indulge in their desires, no matter how depraved or immoral they may be. And I know ALL of your desires! For example, you men in particular may be attracted to my sexy female body, but the thing you’re really interested in is my COCK!”
Without warning, the soldiers’ knees SNAPPED backwards, breaking at the tendons as they were forcibly brought down and then dragged forward by an invisible force, scraping their broken legs, until they were underneath the most massive, erect, dripping-wet cock they could’ve ever dreamed of! Even the pain in their legs did little to douse their lust or soften the erections in their undergarments.
“I can see your innermost desires. I can tell that you are attracted to the strength and vitality of the male sex organ. I can tell that you appreciate the pleasure that can be had with a large cock! I can see that the two of you are really lovers and that you love to indulge in all types of nasty sodomy with each other! I know about how you’ve treated the lost and orphaned boys you’ve come across … how you’ve raped them with your strong dicks … how you’ve even KILLED them on occasion, supposedly just to cover your tracks, but really just because you were aroused at how you used your strength, power, and authority to do whatever you wanted! I know how you’ve yearned to indulge yourselves with a cock even larger and more powerful than your own!”
The men licked their lips. There was no denying what the towering hermaphrodite said. But despite the allure of the dreamy erection in front of them, they looked wearily towards the crowd for their reaction.
“Don’t worry, there will be no judgment here,” said Sam. “Nobody will be judged on their indulgences, and should any boring, morally uptight, ignorant retards try to stand in the way of our FUN, they will be dealt with like the annoying insects they are!”
The soldiers lurched forward and attached themselves to their new God’s beautiful and manly cock, lovingly and lustfully licking up the shaft with their rough tongues better than most cock-sucking prostitutes could, and certainly better than that clumsy oaf Bea had.
“That’s it, my little faggots; my children of lustful sin; my willing worshipers! Give me your souls in exchange for a little lick of your ultimate dream cock. You give me your tasty souls, and in return I’ll give you something tasty of your own to gulp down, hehe!”
As the nasty sounds and slurps filled the air, the crowd gawked, and though some feigned horror and fear, many were secretly turned on. However, Sam could see that more than a few were openly intrigued. Women who were clearly prostitutes and whores (they stood out in any time period, it seemed), were almost openly fingering themselves in lust and approval, and one man, a slave trader, was taking particular interest in how easily she had brought the strong soldiers to their submissive knees, wishing to take advantage of whatever magic she had to offer to apply to his own trade and increase his wealth. A little girl in the crowd tried to emulate her actions and was rubbing her crotch in wonderment. Sam smiled. She had only just begun to demonstrate her powers, and already she had a growing legion of willing followers.
Now time to up the ante.
She peered into the crowd, searching for what she already knew would be there, or rather, whom she already knew would be there. Finding her target, she addressed the slurping, salivating soldiers.
“Although being given the honor of worshiping my godly cock is more than a fair exchange for your pathetic souls, as my devoted followers, you deserve to also have FUN and indulge in your darkest desires to the fullest extent.”
She pointed to a small boy who was standing defiantly in the bowing crowd. It was the same shepherd boy who had chased her and her ex-friend when they first arrived, after she had casually murdered one of his sheep.
Sam addressed the soldiers, “You’re most aroused when you get to use your manly strength and power to abuse those weaker than you, right? So why not let your new God demonstrate to you how to abuse pitiful weaklings with a strength that is almighty and with powers that can do anything! Bring me that pathetic excuse for a boy!”
The soldier’s legs instantly healed, and feeling invigorated like never before, they seized the young boy. The boy’s father, far from resisting, almost practically threw the boy into the soldiers’ arms, seeking approval from his new God, even if it meant sacrificing his child. Sam just laughed as the whimpering boy was dragged towards her erect cock, aimed at him, quite fittingly, just like a spear.
“I bet now you regret chasing after me and ruining my FUN all over the life of a stupid sheep, huh? Nobody ruins my fun, GOD’S FUN, and gets away with it!”
The boy was crying out now, pleading in vain for somebody to help him as the soldiers stripped him down, and then stripped themselves. In fact, others in the crowd, the whores and prostitutes in particular, but even some of the other men, women, and even children, were stripping out of their clothes and fondling themselves openly.
“Now, now, nobody likes a crybaby. Your tears and cries for mercy arouse my lust to a certain extent, but too much of that pathetic whining puts a damper on our FUN. Boys, what do you say we shut the little brat up?” she said with a wink and nodded towards her dick, which twitched in anticipation.
The soldiers grinned and used their strength to THROW the crying boy straight onto their Mistress’s giant cock like a battering ram! The rigid rod of muscle BASHED straight through the boy’s teeth and gums and sank through his gullet, bottoming out in the pit of his stomach. The boy quickly lost the ability to breathe as the mass of muscles clogged his airways, and his eyes rolled back into his head, which was turning purple from lack of oxygen. But he wouldn’t die yet. After all, his Goddess and her worshipers had only begun to have their FUN with him!
Sam brought her massive rod to full attention, and the boy was quickly flipped upside-down and slid even further down her cock, the tip of which entered his intestines as his gagging face smashed against his Goddess’s hairy balls. The boy’s naked ass was level with her chest.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, trying oh-so-futilely to defy your God the pleasure and amusement she’s rightfully entitled to. And naughty little boys deserve to be punished…with a spanking!”
Sam SLAPPED the defenseless and innocent child’s bare ass. But instead of using her hands, she used her MASSIVE TITS! The Goddess’s immense J-cups slapped against the fragile ass like a pair of giant pendulums! Though they looked soft and fleshy, the loud SMACKS that rang out as the boy’s ass-cheeks were quickly bruised and the skin peeled away, proved that the massive mammaries were as hard as steel.
Many in the crowd now went wild, cheering and applauding at the obscene act. The prostitutes and whores were now either openly masturbating or seeking out partners to help sate their rising lust (and their lust was so great, they weren’t even charging for their services). Those few who tried to protest or intervene were quickly and violently mobbed. Others in the crowd simply kept bowing or tried to sneak away to hide in their houses out of (rightful) fear that they would become the next target of the Great Hermaphrodite’s amusement.
But as much as Sam reveled in the crowd’s attention, this particular display was, in fact, aimed at one specific spectator. One that Sam had easily identified in the audience since she had first arrived, and was gawking at her with barely concealed lust.
“Soldier,” she addressed one of the Romans who was laughing and beating the boy in between the massive hits from her tits, “bring that man to me. He will be instrumental in ensuring that we have the most FUN possible with our pathetic little toy!” She WHAPPED the boy’s body extra hard for emphasis.
The soldier did so with glee, glad to please the new God that was bringing him so much pleasure, with more promised to come. He seized the bedazzled man, who barely resisted as the soldier hauled him forward, entranced by the debauchery before him.
He was a fairly tall man (at least, by the benchmarks of the time period), and very handsome. His face was mature, but stern; his hair was long, but well-groomed; and he had the broad shoulders and well-defined muscles of a man who was familiar with physical labor. Sam found herself licking her luscious lips. Even by the standards of her time, the man was a definite hunk.
And he seemed quite interested in her chest, in particular. Of course, Sam already knew this, but not just because she was God. She knew this man’s tastes from personal experience.
“Well, if it isn’t the carpenter Joseph of Nazareth,” said Sam, as the man looked on in shock. “Oh, don’t be so surprised. After all, I am God, and I know everything. For example, I know that your poor wittle wife-y was kidnapped earlier today on the road outside of town. Odd, isn’t it? I mean, that the kidnapper was a woman, and a very attractive one if I do say so myself. And you don’t even seem all that upset over it.”
“You … you know of this? You know what happened to my wife?”
Sam just giggled, with the confused man becoming increasingly hypnotized by the swaying motions of her breasts, even though they were being used to mutilate an innocent child’s ass.
“I see you like large breasts, Joseph. In fact, that’s how the female kidnapper was able to overpower such a strong man like you, wasn’t it? The kidnapper removed all her clothes, and you were so captivated by her large breasts, which were so much larger than your pitiful wife’s, even with her pregnancy, that you were overcome with shock and unable to do anything until it was too late and the kidnapper got the drop on you. Isn’t that right, Joseph?”
“H-how did you know?”
Sam just giggled, “Too bad you were so focused on her breasts. If you had taken the time to glance at her face, then maybe you’d be able to figure it out.”
The man just looked confused by her riddles.
“Those breasts, by the way, were what we call DD-cups, more than twice the size of your pathetic wife’s. And these …” she thrust out her chest, and the giant fleshy melons were enough to envelop the boy impaled upside-down between them, “… are TRIPLE J-CUPS!”
Joseph subconsciously licked his lips, taking particular notice of the perky nipples that poked rigidly out, several centimeters from the perfect areolas … and taking no notice whatsoever of the battered boy so cruelly consumed between them.
“I am the Goddess of Desire, my dear Joseph. And I know that deep down, the reason you desired your wife most of all was because of her large, firm breasts … isn’t that right, Joseph?”
The hypnotic tone of her voice, and more importantly, the hypnotic heave of her bosom, made it impossible for him to resist.
“Yesss. Mary’s breasts were the most succulent in Nazareth that had not already been claimed. I had to have them! I worked so hard to woo her and collect enough money for a proper dowry.”
“And how did your blessed Mary?” she said the word with a scoff, “repay all of your hard-won efforts on her behalf?”
“She betrayed me!” he sneered, his body quaking with rage he didn’t even realize he had. “She gave her body to another! She gave away her womb! She cast aside my love for her and my plans for our future together as if they were garbage, all to indulge in her illicit lover’s own desires for her!”
“But that wasn’t really the worst part, was it, Joseph?” Sam asked goadingly.
“NO! The worst part of all was that even after I accepted her betrayal, even after I accepted her impregnation by another, and even after I agreed to still love her and honor my vows, SHE DENIED ME! She denied me access to her lovely body, her womanly nether regions, her supple bosom; she would not even allow me to so much as kiss her because she said she had been promised to another! I was trapped behind my vows of marriage while she was free to bask in the love of her lover!”
“She turned you into a cuckold.”
“I HATED IT! I worked so hard and virtuously to win her, and she acted as if it were nothing! She acted as if my love for her was nothing! I HATED IT! I HATED HIM! I HATED THE BABY HE IMPLANTED IN THE WOMB THAT SHOULD HAVE RIGHTFULLY BEEN MINE! I HATED HER! I HATED MY WIFE MARY FOR BEING A WHORING, ADULTERESS, SLUT!”
“And just who was this awful man that would turn your own wife against you?”
“Yahweh, the HaShem!” he practically spat.
Gasps and jeers went out from the crowd in sympathy for the poor man, cursing the name of the so-called “god” who would treat his loyal subject so badly. Many women spat on the ground at their lord’s name in deference to the handsome man.
Sam could feel her own power grow as the faith in their feeble old god waned.
“You were so devoted to your god, and this is how he repays you for your devotion?” she yelled, addressing the crowd as much as she was addressing Joseph. “Your god must truly be selfish! He takes all that he wants; takes WHOMEVER he wants, even from his loyal subjects, just to fulfill his own greedy and lustful desires. He uses you as mere tools!” she said, with the deviousness of knowing she was actually describing herself. “Luckily for you, poor, betrayed Joseph, I am a most generous God when it comes to rewarding my followers, especially handsome and virile ones such as yourself.”
She thrust her chest forward, her soft bags of flesh jiggling even as they continued to crush the poor shepherd boy between them. Throughout his speech of woe, Joseph had not taken his eyes off them.
“Go ahead, you know you want to,” she said seductively. “You deserve it. You deserve to finally have some FUN!”
Joseph licked his lips. His hungry eyes glazed over. And yet, he still (barely) held back.
“B-but my w-wife…my god?”
Sam just laughed, “I AM YOUR GOD NOW, JOSEPH! I have replaced your old boring god, just as I have replaced your old prudish WIFE!”
Without waiting any further, she SMASHED her breasts into Joseph, and his eager mouth latched onto one of her nipples. He began sucking and licking the large, erect, tit fervently. He had never tasted anything so good!
“Go ahead and SUCK THEM! Turnabout is fair play! Your wife cheated on you with her god, so it’s only fair that you cheat on her with your new Goddess! It’s not like anybody will blame you; with tits as great as these, it’s only natural and even inevitable that you would cheat on your wife! Hell, it’s YOUR RIGHT TO CHEAT with any woman who has a body that’s superior to your dreary wife’s, especially one as superior as mine! OH HOLY MEEE, YES! WORSHIP MY TITS YOU CHEATING GOD-FUCKER!”
The crowd was going wild, and men and women, adults and children, strangers, and even family members, were groping and masturbating each other with wild abandon. Adultery, incest, homosexuality, and pedophilia were quickly losing their taboos under this new Goddess that emphasized sinister FUN, pleasure, and self-indulgence above all else!
“HAHA! Yes, that’s it, baby! Suck my titties! Chew them! Gnaw them! Grope them! See how soft they feel in your hands, so wide you can barely grasp them? And yet, they’re still able to crush this poor shepherd boy as if they were solid stone! Oh shit, that feels good! BITE THEM! You can’t harm me, so DIG IN! MAUL MY TITS! Fuck, you’re a natural at this! Show my tits the attention and worship they deserve and reap the rewards!”
Joseph was momentarily shocked when the perky nipples began squirting out copious amounts of milk, but quickly placed his greedy mouth over one and swallowed the precious nectar, then quickly switched to the other. He couldn’t get enough of the heavenly flavor! He gulped and swallowed like an obsessed madman (which he was), but still the milk poured all over his Goddess’ fantastic body, the milky liquid only making her more appealing and sexy to her suckling worshiper and the crowd.
“Aren’t they so much better than your frumpy back-stabbing wife’s were? Oh, yes, and I do mean were. Your precious little inferior wife is DEAD! I KILLED HER because she wasn’t worthy of the power that her pathetic EX-god had bestowed on her! And then I CONSUMED the fucking parasite that inhabited her womb; a womb that rightfully should have belonged to you, Joseph!”
Rather than act shocked or disgusted, the suckling pig only broke contact with his Goddess’s divine tits long enough to thank her.
“I’m glad she’s DEAD! That ungrateful sow deserved it! I’m glad you destroyed her wretched womb and ATE her bastard child! She was nothing compared to you, just like the old god was nothing compared to you! Your breasts alone are worth more than my wife’s pathetic body and soul ever were! You are far more deserving of my worship and devotion than she ever was! You deserve everything that was hers!”
Sam smiled sinisterly, “I agree; I do deserve everything that was hers, and that includes YOU and your HARD DICK!”
Joseph nodded eagerly, his adoration and love for Sam a thousand times what he felt for his old god and his worthless EX-wife. His clothes disappeared, and, as Sam expected, his cock was erect and throbbing for her. It was only average in size, but the fact that it was rigidly hard out of respect for her as his new God and lover, and out of lust at the thought of betraying his dead wife, was more than enough to get Sam wet. Besides, she could always adjust the size to fit her better. And unlike the miserable boy smothered between her tits, or her former best friend, or Joseph’s mutilated corpse-of-a-wife, there was no cock, no matter how large and godly it was, that would ever bring her anything but ABSOLUTE PLEASURE!
The crowd broke into lustful cheers as Joseph began fucking his Goddess, all while still mauling and sucking on her glorious tits.
“That’s right, my baby; my new husband! Suck your God-wife’s tits while they smother that annoying little shepherd brat! You don’t even care about him, do you? Just like you don’t care about your tyrannical old god or your stuffy EX-wife! All you care about now is pleasing ME as your new Goddess and having FUN while doing it! Who the fuck cares if others need to get hurt or killed for us to indulge ourselves! Your old god and your old wife screwed you over, and now it’s time to repay them by SCREWING ME! FUCK YOUR NEW GOD! FUCK YOUR NEW WIFE! FUCK MEEEE!”
Sam came hard (but made sure it only came out of her wet pussy, and not her massive cock) at the wicked betrayal of the once religious and conservative family man as he willingly gave himself over to sin and immoral greed. After just a few strokes into her heavenly cunt, which felt like the smoothest of velvet and formed to perfectly encase his cock in its warm and tender folds, Joseph was ready to cum as well. But Sam prevented it. She had plans for his sperm and wanted to reach the ultimate climax with him as she drained his balls.
She instructed her new lover to mount her from behind. Joseph eagerly complied, though he was disappointed to leave his Goddess’s celestial tits. But an even greater prize awaited him, one which he was honored and most happy to receive. He grabbed hold of her succulent breasts from behind as he fucked her raw and hard, with more energy than he would have ever given to his dead wife, even if she had ever been willing to let him fuck her.
As he pulled apart her tits with every thrust, her erect dick, still smothered between her massive melons with its attached human-dildo, squeezed out with a wet SMACK! The shepherd boy’s body was crushed, with many of his bones broken and some even protruding through his skin, and rivulets of blood gushing out and mixing with the milk flowing from the godly nipples in an obscene and erotic sight that sent the crowd into a further frenzy! But despite all the damage, Sam had made sure to keep him alive.
Her dick (and the boy’s ass) pointed straight at the two Roman soldiers, who were in a 69 position and sucking each other’s cocks.
“Oh, my little soldier boys!” Sam called out in a sing-song voice. “Why not celebrate your new relationship by doing what you do best, and using your BIG MANLY COCKS to PUNISH this weak little piece of child rape-meat that would dare to defy your new God!”
The soldiers smiled and lined up BOTH of their cocks with the broken boy’s asshole, and RAMMED them both in when their Goddess pushed forward in-tune to her lover’s hard thrusts. The child’s small asshole was SPLIT open and torn apart by the large men. Normally, they’d never be able to fit even one of their cocks all the way in, but with the kid’s bones mostly broken and the forceful shoves from the monster rod he was skewered on, they were able to plunge in so far that both of their cocks bottomed out all the way to their hairy balls!
“That’s it! Fuck the little faggot with your manly cocks! He’s nothing more than a plaything for our amusement! He may only have two holes, but in a minute he’s going to have THREE cocks pumping their sperm directly into his belly, and he better be damned thankful that such superior adults like ourselves considered his frail body to be good enough to deposit our sperm into!”
From behind, Joseph engaged his Goddess in a nasty kiss, with Sam using her serpentine tongue to reach down into his mouth. The crowd was now engaged in a full-fledged orgy as they cheered and applauded at the erotic and obscene performance.
“Mmm, fuck my pussy, baby! Fuck me hard and shove your dick all the way up into my womb! Beat it! Pound it! Hit it with your dick as hard as you like; your Goddess can take it! I’m not some fragile prude like your pathetic ex-wife! Shoot your delicious sperm up my divine cunt! Fuck my fertile womb and MAKE ME PREGNANT! Give me the baby that your stupid, wretched ex-wife so foolishly rejected from you! We’ll show her and her stupid, old, excuse-for-a-god! Fuck a baby into my womb; a baby of SIN and ADULTERY and CONCEIVED OF HATRED FOR THE OLD PATHETIC GOD AND HIS FUCKING BORING AND WORTHLESS MORALS! OH GOD JOSEPH, FUCK MEE!!”
Her now evil worshiper fucked her even harder, feeling his Goddess’ magic working as his dick expanded and lengthened and breached her cervix, pumping straight into her womb.
He cried out as he came with multiple blasts, “OH GODDESS, YES!! Our child will be perfect! A million times better than anything I would have ever produced from that fucking piece of shit, Mary! The remains of the old false god’s child now lying in your belly will provide sustenance to our new, superior child! OHHH! TAKE MY SEED, OH HOLY GODDESS! TAKE MY BODY, MY LIFE, AND MY SOUL AS YOUR OWN!!”
Sam could feel her lover’s soul willingly enter her with every spurt of cum he pumped into her womb. Just like her ex-friend Bea’s soul, it was absolutely DELICIOUS, and she could feel her powers growing as her womb was filled. Joseph’s soul willingly penetrating her was almost as stimulating as the penetration of his dick!
“YESSSS! GIVE ME YOUR DICK! GIVE ME YOUR SOUL! HAHAHAOHHH SHIT YEAH! I’M GONNA CUMMMMMM!”
Sam SQUIRTED out gallons of cum! The force was so powerful that it almost dislodged Jospeh’s dick from her cunt, and it did dislodge the lowly shepherd boy from her dick, bowling over the Roman soldiers in the process and sending the body FLYING several feet before it SLAMMED into the hard ground in front of the wildly cheering crowd! The soldiers quickly recovered and began furiously masturbating over the boy’s busted, twitching body. With the eroticism of what they had just witnessed, it didn’t take them long to cum all over his busted face. The cum and piss of the rest of the crowd soon followed, and even the boy’s father, who had just finished fucking a sexy housewife, joined in by urinating directly in his son’s eyes.
Sam just laughed at the scene, as did Joseph, who was happy that his satanic Goddess was being entertained.
“You don’t even care about what we did to him, do you?” asked Sam with glee.
“So long as it amuses you, my Goddess, then I will revel in it! The boy should be thankful that his pitiful body was considered to be good enough to serve for your amusement, much less to touch your divine member. And he should be honored that his soul was considered to be appetizing enough to be devoured by you.”
Sam kissed him passionately and lovingly. How ironic that he cared so much more for the needs of the killer of his wife and unborn bastard son than he ever would have for the family she had snuffed out.
“I have one last task for you to perform, to prove your love and worship for your new Goddess.”
“Anything! You already have my body, my heart, my soul, and my seed festering in your womb! I will give anything and everything for you!” He groped her massive tits for emphasis on just where his devotion was.
Sam pointed down to her erect dick, which was still bubbling over with syrupy cum, and sperm so large that they were visibly wiggling about.
“I know that you prefer the company of REAL women over that of men, and have no desire to worship the organs of a man, but it would amuse me, and that’s all I really care about. You WILL show every part of your new God the respect it deserves!”
Joseph kneeled in a puddle of cum, the enlarged sperm nibbling at his skin, and faced the cock-head with a smile of perversity.
“If it means that my new Goddess has FUN, then there are no boundaries! How could I ever reject anything so beautiful? This is not the penis of a man; it is the COCK of a GOD!”
He opened wide and eagerly began gulping down the thick, cheesy mixture. The crowd cheered him on, and several women were so eager to try it themselves that they began sucking the leftover cock-cream that was still left in the abused shepherd boy’s ass and face, and even slurped it up from the puddles on the ground. It tasted like the finest elixir and instantly increased their libido to heights they had never thought possible. They grabbed the nearest man (or group of men) and began raping them, whether they wanted it or not.
Joseph chowed down eagerly, so much so that his belly began to bulge. Just as he was about to gulp down the last bit, Sam ordered him to stop.
“Don’t swallow. I want you to save that last bit. Mix it in with your spit, and get it nice and wet. Now Joseph, do you promise to forsake all other false gods and worship only me? Do you promise that you will love no other woman besides me and will do whatever I say so long as it pleases me?”
Joseph nodded like an eager child.
“Do you promise to forsake your fucking wretched inferior corpse-wife, to curse her name in vile hatred whenever it is mentioned, and to SPIT on her dead body?”
Again, he nodded. Sam smiled in wickedness and adoration.
“Then prove it!”
Magically, the dismembered head of Mary appeared, and Sam held it by the hair in front of her husband’s face. The head was still alive, and tears flowed down Mary’s cheeks when she saw the state of her husband. Inexplicably, the head spoke.
“J-Joseph, nooo! Please! I l-love you!”
Sam just winked at Joseph, and he sneered wickedly back before he SPAT the mixture of cum and saliva straight out and all over Mary’s face, drenching her in the obscene fluid as the crowd cheered once more. After hearing Joseph’s tale of heartbreak and betrayal, none of them felt any sympathy for the disemboweled cheater or her dead bastard son. He pushed even more of the creamy blend directly into her mouth with a nasty French kiss, pulling away to watch as it spilt down and out of her severed throat, just as Sam had done with it earlier. The head tried to hack and cough the gooey mixture away, squirming as best it could as the enlarged sperm began to viciously devour her eyes and skin. She was helped, ironically enough, by her former husband, who washed off some of the gunk with his piss while he engaged his new God in a loving kiss.
“You know what would be extra FUN?” asked Sam after they broke from their demonic embrace, with a rope of sperm-laden spit still hanging between their two mouths. “If we made your ex-wife our own personal toilet for the rest of eternity! HAHAHA!”
Joseph wholeheartedly agreed and came up with a wickedly FUN idea of his own. He mounted his Goddess from behind again and began eagerly fucking her ASS! Sam instantly caught on, and as they watched the crowd degrade further into depravity like a pack of wildly fucking animals, they both quickly orgasmed together, this time with Joseph pumping his magically-enhanced sperm straight up into his Goddess’ bowels.
But Sam didn’t want her still-hungry pussy to be left out of the action. She directed her own cock to curl around and rape her own cunt! She could feel her own dick spurting inside her womb at the thought of possibly impregnating herself, and the hordes of beautiful women she could impregnate afterwards! She was growing delirious as the possibilities for having even more FUN opened up before her!
The actions were more than enough to get them both off, and just seconds after Joseph had pulled out, a long cum-covered turd squeezed out … and fell right into Mary’s mouth, which had been forced open and held next to Sam’s glorious God-ass by none other than former husband!
Mary sobbed as she saw the rope of shit descend towards her. But she didn’t cry because she was being used as a dismembered human toilet for a cruel, uncaring Goddess and the man that she had once loved, and still loved, so much … she cried because she could see, even as several enlarged sperm continued to feast on her eyes, that buried within the disgusting rope of shit, were the bones of a small child…her child!
And though her head was detached from her body, which was still lying miles away being devoured by maggots, she could still feel the shit slide down her throat as it filled her non-existent stomach, and could hear the remains of her unborn son’s skeleton scream in pain as it was digested by her! Her mind snapped, and what was left of her sanity broke down as she could hear the screams of her son BLAMING HER for not protecting him and allowing his soul to be stripped away by the she-devil that was shitting down her throat! It was all Mary’s fault!
Sam laughed as she felt Mary’s brain shut down at the images she was sending to her.
“Now THAT is some holy shit! Hehe!”
She also laughed at the feeling of Joseph’s tongue as it traveled up her well-defined legs, devouring the cum she had squirted during the extra orgasm she had as she pushed the turd down Mary’s throat.
“OH GOD-MEEE! Hehe, hey! That tickles! Yes, SUCK UP MY CUM! HOLD IT IN YOUR MOUTH AND THEN BLOW IT UP MY CUNT! MAKE ME PREGNANT FROM MY OWN SPERM! FUCK!”
Though he had just cum from the most massive orgasm he ever had, Sam ensured that Joseph’s libido and strength weren’t diminished in the slightest, and he vigorously fucked her again, pushing the sperm he had just spat up her cunt further up her vagina and into her womb.
While they fucked, Sam saw that several small naked girls had kicked Mary’s head like a bandyball, and had punted it over next to the shepherd boy’s limp body, so they could piss on it as well, while they were fucked by adults in the crowd, some of whom were their own parents. Another wicked idea entered Sam’s head, and she was just beginning to realize how much FUN being God really could be.
“You there!” she called out to a slightly plump man who was fucking a busty prostitute over the boy’s exploited and abused body. “You are that pathetic excuse of a boy’s father, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, my Goddess, but please do not blame me for my wretched son’s insolent and stupid behavior! He’s just a worthless brat who got what he deserved!” he said, and SPAT on the boy’s body for emphasis, all while still fucking the whore standing over him, who only laughed and encouraged his behavior.
Sam also laughed, “HAHA! I know! I can see the deepest desires of anyone, and I can tell that you never really wanted to have him as a son at all!”
“He’s fucking worthless! We traveled to this town because my stupid boy claimed he heard a fucking angel tell him that the new King of the Jews would be born here. HA! I told the stupid snot-nosed brat to stop his fucking daydreaming and get to work, but the impertinent little turd insisted that he would leave and take the flock with him if I didn’t come! I tried beating him, but he was too stubborn for his own fucking good. And when I finally did give in to his ridiculous whining, the little shit repays me by lazing about, and then a fucking bandit kills one of MY sheep with a rock to the head, the very first day after we come here! If I could afford a slave to watch my flock instead, then I’d throw my worthless son away. I’d rather have had another sheep be born into my flock than my wife birth this useless excuse for a son into my family!”
“Well, from now on, you need not concern yourself about having to pay for slaves!” shouted Sam. “In MY kingdom, all children are to be considered slaves and toys for the amusement of adults! They are to be used as toys for our enjoyment and to relieve us of our burdens and work so we can have even more FUN! Just pick one off the street or take him from his house! If you work him to death, who cares? Just be sure to knock up one of the town’s whores so a replacement can be made. And as for exchanging your son for a sheep …”
The crowd gasped in delight as the boy’s flaccid body was transformed into that of a perfectly healthy, though very terrified, sheep!
“… It would be my pleasure as the Goddess of IMMORALITY and GREED to reward such a brutal and unloving father, who places his own greed and need for pleasure above that of his own son’s!”
The man praised and thanked his Goddess, and the crowd applauded, but Sam didn’t seem fully pleased.
“Have you forgotten that I can see your deepest and darkest desires, “good” shepherd? I know how you treat your sheep when nobody is around. Why not show your “son” what it means to be a sheep in your flock and how he is to SERVE and OBEY you!”
The man looked around nervously, but with a stern glare from his Goddess, he quickly dismounted the whore he had been fucking…and mounted his “son” instead!
The crowd just broke out into cheers and shouts of encouragement, and the shepherd quickly lost all inhibitions and began brutally sodomizing his son-turned-beast. The whore he had been fucking before even came over and yelled nasty words of support, egging him on as he raped the defenseless, innocent animal.
“Hehe! Sodomy, rape, homosexuality, pedophilia, incest, AND bestiality ALL together in one cruel act! So many taboos broken at one time! Now that’s what I call FUN!” laughed Sam.
The shepherd apparently thought so too, and even as he continued to pump remorselessly into his former son, he cried out, “A GIFT TO OUR NEW GODDESS! I OFFER UP THIS SHEEP, MY FORMER CHILD, AS A SACRIFICE TO OUR NEW LORD, SAMANTHA SATAN!”
The crowd cheered even louder and shouted their approval.
“ALL HAIL SAMANTHA!! ALL HAIL SATAN!!”
“We’ll burn the docile beast!” shouted one.
“A sacrifice to show our new Goddess that we are willing to use our own children like the animals they are, so long as it means we get to have more FUN!” yelled a woman.
“Roast it over a fire!” squealed one excited small girl, not even caring that the adults were talking about turning her and the other children into rape toys and beasts of burden. She just wanted to be part of the FUN! “I want a roasted lamb’s leg!”
“Not before the rest of us have a go at it!” cried another adult. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to fucking rape a defenseless animal!”
Still thrusting into his Goddess from behind, Joseph leaned forward and whispered into Sam’s ear while mauling her huge tits.
“Please allow me to construct a grand altar in your name; I am a carpenter, after all.” He kissed her neck lovingly. “I have brought some tools with me, and I will simply steal whatever I don’t have.”
Sam kissed him back.
“The local carpenter and his family are holed up in their home,” she said knowingly. “They’re afraid of my power and unwilling to give themselves to me. You will have to kill them.”
“It will be my pleasure!” he grinned.
“Hehe, I’m sure it will! I can see that the carpenter’s wife is a busty woman, as is their small virgin daughter. Be sure to show them a good time!” she winked.
Joseph found himself falling even more in love with his new God.
“I shall also need plenty of wood. Only the finest quality wood will do for a sacrificial altar in your name!”
One of the nearby prostitutes couldn’t help but overhear.
“The orphanage is made of cypress wood!” she shouted, and Sam gave the whore a look of approval. “The town council has decreed that all of us prostitutes give up our unwanted babies to the orphanage, rather than sell them to the slave traders or have customers pay to snuff them out! What’s worse, we’re required to actually give up some of our earnings to help support the little bastards!”
Sam sneered, “And just what kind of Goddess would I be if I allowed such an unfair and unjust act to continue? Why should you, hard-working women, have to pay to support wretched and useless children that you don’t even want? Why should we have to build an altar ourselves when one has already been constructed for us? Come, and bring the sheep when you’re done with it! We’ll burn the orphanage down with everyone inside! Roasted lamb chops and succulent piglets for everyone!”
The crowd cheered, and another prostitute shouted, “We have a home for the elderly, widowed and the decrepit, too!”
“Haha! Now you’re starting to get it!” laughed Sam. “BURN THEM ALL! Go into every house and building where those who cower in fear or insolence of my power pray to their false gods for salvation! Go and show them that there would be NO salvation for the righteous; for the moral; for those that would dare burden us with their very existence and interfere in our plans to have FUN! Bring me their souls to feast upon while you feast upon their bodies!”
And as her words rang out, every whore, harlot, prostitute, child molester, slave trader, and just plain fun-loving adult pervert in the crowd, and even some of the crueler and more malicious children, began to sprout wings and their bodies glowed with energy and strength sent down from the Heavens themselves. Sam realized why the old god had chosen this small town in the middle of nowhere as the place for Jesus’ birth. It was filled with sinister and evil people who had lost their way and given in to their immoral desires. The birth of the Christ child would have reaffirmed their belief in a moral god once more and would have made them renounce their sins to save their souls.
But now, those souls belonged to her.
And they were only just beginning to have FUN!
“Go, my Children of Sin; my Angels of Depravity; my Demons of Pleasure! Go and reap the rewards that your Goddess has bestowed upon you! Use your new powers the way I have! Your possibilities for FUN and AMUSEMENT are now limited only to what your devious imaginations can conjure! Indulge yourselves to your darkened hearts’ content!”
Sam watched in blissful amusement as buildings were destroyed, children were raped, and lives were snuffed out.
One prostitute forced a cowering family to its knees, and then she forced the mother’s hand up her cunt while making her eat out her own daughter’s ass.
A small but malicious angel-girl, not even ten years old, transformed herself into a giant demoness and then set fire to her own religious family’s home and drove them out, before devouring her own baby brother while raping both her mother and her father in all of their holes using multiple snake-like tentacled-cocks.
Another woman shrank down her frightened neighbors and even her own faithful husband to the size and shape of small biscuits before biting into them as they pleaded for mercy and then sharing them with the secret lesbian lover she had been cheating on her husband with for the past few years.
One pregnant woman magically sliced through her own belly, not feeling even the slightest pain, but instead total euphoria, as she greedily consumed her unborn child, before wrapping it’s severed umbilical cord around her male lover’s enlarged cock and using it to jack him off as he spurted his cum into her womb through the gaping hole, so they could have more children in the future to indulge in for their dining pleasure.
Yet another woman had decided to turn her two sons into donkeys. One, she would sell as livestock (though she didn’t tell him that), and the other, the older and stronger boy, she would keep around so he could fuck her with his donkey-dick. For now, both of them were ramming themselves into her back-holes and braying in lustful excitement as they did so.
The entire town of Bethlehem was transformed into a giant cesspool of greed and gluttony, sin and terror, torture and triumph, and pleasure and pain.
And it was GLORIOUS!
xxxxx
Joseph cuddled up to his Goddess, his wings wrapping around her protectively and lovingly, as their naked bodies glowed in the light of the burning orphanage while the various children-turned-livestock stuck inside screamed and howled in agonizing pain.
A large number of citizens were on their knees, situated directly behind and below several female angels who stood both tall and proud. The hands of the villagers were each pressed together in prayer, and rigorously being thrust in and out of the angel’s wet, hot cunts, while their faces were buried deep between their magnificent asscheeks. They had been instructed to recite the “Our Father” prayer one hundred times in this state, as a sign of blasphemous allegiance towards their new Goddess. Though most who did so were filled with both shame and fear, there were still those whose eyes had been opened to the joys of perverse hedonism, and they performed this act with an excited willingness within their hearts.
“So this is what is to become of the world under our son’s reign,” Joseph sighed in complete contentment, not concerning himself at all with the cries of the squalid beasts as they were burned alive. Sam had told him of her decision to bear a male child, who would go on to lead the people.
“Yesss,” his Goddess hissed, “but at the same time, not quite.”
Joseph looked at her in confusion, but at the same time, knowing she would have the answers to all his questions.
“You see, if the entire world were to so willfully indulge in sin, then the preciousness of it – the very beauty of that ethical contrast — would be lost. It is a glory undeserving of every human, and I will ensure that it remains one that not every human receives. Our child will be named Jesus, and he will become the people’s messiah, just as the one carried by your former wife would have become. But the difference is that he will be working under my command, along with many other men. Together, they will perpetuate the lie of ‘Christianity’; falsely preach its values, stage ‘miracles’, and ultimately convince these fools that if they live a full life of purity and goodness, they will be eternally rewarded for it.”
“And, once our son has served this purpose?” asked Joseph.
“To strengthen his influence, our child will need to be martyred, which means that when he is no longer of use to me, we shall finally rape and murder him most brutally for our own enjoyment!”
Joseph felt his cock hardening once again at the very idea of it. “I would love nothing more! Just the thought of gazing upon the look of betrayal in his eyes when he finds out… It’s making me want to shoot my seed from my throbbing prick; the very seed from which he will be soon created!”
“Once finished, his corpse will be left on a large cross, the image of which will become an important symbol in this farce.”
“And the ones who resist the teachings? Those who wisely refuse to be held back by pitiful morals and respect for life, and realize the glories that sin has to offer them?”
“They will be the ones to receive paradise. Under the protection given by my Kingdom of Wickedness, they will be allowed to indulge in evil desires to the very fullest. There will someday be billions of people who walk the earth. And of these people, many will mysteriously go missing. My faithful followers shall be bequeathed the privilege to steal any pure-hearted soul from this world and bring it into my new paradise, where there will be no limit to the horrors that they can unleash upon them!”
“Soon the entire world will be yours to command!”
Sam smirked treacherously, “We will use our powers from the shadows to entice those who are malevolent and cunning enough to see the opportunities we can provide them, and they will give their souls to me willingly. Meanwhile, others of us will fool the stupid and ignorant masses into thinking that if they worship and give themselves over to their “selfless” and “moral” God, they can be saved and experience an eternity of peace and happiness after they die, and thus they too will give their souls willingly to me. We will perpetuate grand wars, genocides, ethnic cleansings, utter mayhem, natural and unnatural disasters and full-scale devastation!”
Joseph smiled in awe of his Mistress God.
“You’re so devious!”
Sam just chuckled, “I know. Just ask my former lowly lab assistant!”
xxxxx
“… and that is the beautiful truth,” Evelyn resolutely stated as she wrapped up her tale. Her mighty clitoris had been thrust up into Lucy’s body hundreds upon hundreds of times throughout.
“I, too, was once a normal, mortal human, like Samantha, and like yourself! In my past life, I was a pedophile. But not just any. I craved raping and hurting children of all kinds! Parks, schools, daycares; my line of work landed wherever I found access to them. I committed myself to raping dozens, leaving each one screaming and in pain. One eventful day, I had mustered up the will to break into the home of a seven-year-old girl who had caught my eye. After a few days of sleuthing, I learned that the girl’s father worked all day, while the mother often left home to do errands. With both of them out of sight, I made my move.”
Evelyn’s words once again transformed into imagery within the now-dying Lucy’s head. She was forced to witness the then-wingless woman make her way upstairs to the child’s bedroom, where she proceeded to brutally punch the girl in the face upon entering, breaking her delicate jaw.
“My plan was very rash and poorly thought out, but I had intended to kidnap the child and take her back to my home, where I would enjoy several days of fun, and then murder her. However, the noises of pain she made, mixed with the look of terror on her face and that blood pouring from her mouth – I just couldn’t resist!”
The vision continued, showing Evelyn punching the seven-year-old in the gut, causing her to drop to the floor. The woman then yanked the girl’s pink jeans and panties down, before repeatedly kicking her hard in her young slit; an action that gave her a rush of sadistic delight from the tip of her toes up to her gushing pussy. Evelyn then began hastily looking around the bedroom closet for something to rape her with, but made a surprising discovery the moment that she turned back around. Despite the brutal assault, the little girl had mustered enough energy to pick herself back up and run out of the room.
Evelyn managed to catch her at the top of the second-story steps, but the girl thrashed so wildly that the woman lost her balance and the two tumbled down them together. Though the girl was not further harmed, it had left Evelyn with a freshly broken ankle. Despite this, the woman managed to grab onto the child’s jeans, which were still down around her feet, causing the seven-year-old to fall forward. However, with a little frantic legwork, the girl managed to kick herself free from the attire and escape.
The scene now moved back outside, where another woman – the girl’s mother – was just pulling in the drive, when she saw her daughter, naked from the waist down, crying, bloodied and running in panic, with an adult woman limping after her.
“The little twat jumped into the back seat, and the second she did, the mother floored it and hit me with her car, and I was killed immediately upon impact,” stated the angel. “I never believed that there was an afterlife, but like you, I was gravely mistaken in the beliefs I held. My Lord Samantha was so pleased by the lascivious life that I had led that she transformed and appointed me as one of her legendary Seraph Knights! A title bestowed exclusively on women, it is the greatest honor throughout all of her kingdom! With confirmation of my death, the little girl and her mother believed that the worst was finally behind them. You can imagine their surprise the day that I visited them again in my new, glorious form. There was no need for sneaking or stealth this time around, as I made certain that mommy watched for hours and hours the sexual horrors that I inflicted onto her baby girl, before killing her in the most beautifully brutal of ways!”
Blood was gushing out of Lucy’s mouth, nostrils, and even her ears. The eviscerated intestines, skewered by Evelyn’s hot, pumping clitoris, now had the size and consistency of thread, and the indiscernible mush that was now child’s heart, lungs, and gallbladder was being pummeled up into her throat.
“Isn’t it funny, Lucy? Hehe, I know it’s certainly making me laugh! You conformed to a pure path that your elders and guardians had led you down, as so many other children have; like any normal child would be expected to do! And yet, you’re now suffering so atrociously, simply because of a hapless ignorance over which you had no control. Believing that your adorable savior was still here to love and protect you. You — a girl who, from the time she was born, has done nothing but try her very utmost to be a kind and caring human being! That YOUR fate could be placed into the hands of a person like me … Oh, GOD, I can’t even fucking handle it!” The angel – caught in a fleeting state of humility – convulsed in bewildered ravishment as a powerful shudder rippled through her entire body. That a more surreal and succulent irony could be tasted throughout all of time and space was beyond her very comprehension.
“There is no Heaven, Lucy. Not for girls like you, at least. It is a place reserved only for perverse women like me who enjoy killing little boys and girls. You may be thinking, ‘Please, I’ll change! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll become one was well!’… Well, too bad, dearie. There are already plenty of shameless, scruple-less women in the world… Embracing sin… REVELING in it! These women are the only ones truly deserving of this paradise, not some goody-goody who would reform themselves only out of cowardice. Besides, the righteous and devout have provided us with endless entertainment, and we want to make sure that there is always enough of you for us … to pray …. urgh … upooooon!”
Nearing her climax, Evelyn gripped the sides of the girl tightly and pumped her up and down several more times, put her palms on Lucy’s shoulders, and then pushed her away from her own body with all her might. In a spectacular orgasmic finale, the shaft of the angel’s towering, swollen, blood-engorged death-clit burst right through the little girl’s chest and stomach in an explosive shower of crimson life-force, and with it, ripping out the eyeballs that were still connected to her nipples. The child’s shoulders also tore and broke free, leaving the two severed limbs that were Lucy’s upper arms still sticking out from each of the angel’s massive tits, sprawled with bloodied tendons.
Crazed with wicked lust, Evelyn immediately pulled the girl’s head down to her pussy and came harder than any mortal female could hope to do. The agonizingly intense heat from her pussy and juices was the last thing Lucy ever felt as the flesh of her face melted into Evelyn’s vagina.
When her orgasm had finally subsided, the seraph reached down and pulled the skull away, with strands of shredded skin still hanging from the powerful woman’s cunt. They would eventually cool and fall off, just as they had done so many times before.
Her voluntary mission now finished, the angel retrieved her mighty sword and returned to Heaven, where she would again listen to the prayers of children all over the world… and decide just which one that she should visit next!
THE END
OMFG this is so blasphemously beautiful I can’t even describe it.
Thanks, MMichaels!
I love how she let her personal hedonistic pleasure guide her over any and all possible moral objections. All that mattered was satisfying her lust and her needy cunt. The way she looks at the others as nothing but fucktoys and pawns to be manipulated and played with really got my cock hard. And then the beautiful blasphemy… destroying the whore, the bastard, and turning the cuckhold joseph is the most beautiful kind of evil. And the final twist… still allowing the bastard to enter the world and turning him into the greatest deceiver. Such beautiful blaspheme!
Where can I find all of your wonderful works? I have missed you since some of the former sites have been shut down.
I’m over at Ao3 right now.
https://archiveofourown.org/users/The_OG_Polaris/works
All of my newer works, and most of my older, are there. I’ve held a few of the old (unfinished) ones back because I’m thinking of taking another crack at them.
Thanks. I will be checking out all your stuff (look forward to new and will revisit the old like an old friend)