Feature Writer: SacerdoX

Feature Title: The Blossoming of the Little Flower

Published: 02.09.2017 / Religious Fetish

Story Codes: Extreme Themes including Abortion, Infanticide, Torture and Snuff

Author’s Note: This fictional story is a work of fantasy and contains extreme themes including abortion, infanticide, torture and snuff. If you find these topics offensive please don’t continue reading.

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The Blossoming of the Little Flower

Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, also known as the Little Flower, was born in 1873. All her life she strove to follow Jesus and to become a saint. In 1888, at the age of fifteen, she became a Discalced Carmelite nun. She lived an exemplary religious life marked by holiness and piety. She died in 1897, aged twenty-four in the fame of sanctity. Her spiritual diary was published after her dead and became a religious guidebook for countless of faithful people. She was canonized on the Seventeenth of May, 1925 by Pope Pius XII.

This is a real story of Thérèse’s radical commitment to her own sainthood and her desire to be an example for all.

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It was three years ago that Thérèse had joined the Carmelite convent of Lisieux. This had been her desire ever since she had been a little girl. In 1887 she had even met pope Leo XIII in an audience to tell him about her desire and now it was reality. She was here in the convent and her reputation of holiness was growing.

The Little Flower she was being called by some of the pious people who attended the church of the convent. Thérèse took special care to be always in prayer and meditation when they came. She wanted them to see her, to admire her, to talk about her as a saint. She loved her spiritual attractiveness and the power she had over people like that. When she was a little girl she had discovered that people praised her and admired her when she appeared holy.

And so she had made that her life work: becoming a perfect and admirable saint loved and adored by thousands. She was already working on her spiritual diary she knew would be read by countless of faithful people, priests and bishops. Her statues would be in churches all over the world and people falling on their knees in front her image. She wanted to be a saint, she wanted to be adored and worshiped. She knew how to play this sanctity game and took great pleasure in it.

She loved the game but in the end it was only a game. Thérèse didn’t believe in God or Jesus and all the long prayers she was saying every day. It was an elaborate joke to her, a joke the whole Church was falling for. But the Little Flower had other desires as well. Even before she had entered the convent her sexuality had blossomed and in her home village of Alençon she had had more than a few lovers. Often after church she would sneak unto the graveyard with one of the altar servers and fuck on one of the graves. She made sure not to get pregnant or lose her precious virginity: she took it up her ass and loved the feeling of warm cum inside her.

After entering the convent she hadn’t renounced her sexual pleasures. On the contrary: again there were plenty of lovers. Sometimes she was afraid to be caught and to lose everything she was working for. But in the end she was able to control and manipulate the men she fucked.

Most of them were married: the gardeners of the convent or had other things to lose like the young priest that came sometimes to hear her confession. Recently she had been fucking the local doctor that came into the convent to visit the nuns when they fell sick. Thérèse had been faking a particularly weak health in order to get time alone with the doctor. He was a father of five children and married to a young pious wife. But it hadn’t been easy for the Little Flower to seduce him and now they fucked whenever they could.

Thérèse had passed all virginity tests upon entry and no longer needed to preserve her cunt. She loved to feel the doctor’s big wet cock inside her and feel his muscular body on her when he fucked her. The little bed of her cell creaked with the intensity of their fucking as he thrust his big dick inside the hypocritical nun. Usually Thérèse spurred him on by whispering in his ear.

“Fuck me. You are fucking a bride of Christ so make me feel it as you cuckold by divine bastard husband!” or “Does your little pious bitch wife fuck like this? I bet you can’t even produce an erection for the ugly cow now that you’ve had a whore like me!”

The doctor burned with lust for her and more often than not he had came three or four times before he left her cell.

All this was well and good but now Thérèse had realized that she had become careless. The idea of a married man fucking her cunt had turned her on so much that she had denied the likely possibility that she could be impregnated. And that is exactly what had happened to her. She had expected it when she didn’t get her period but now the signs were unmistakable with her blown up belly and her grown tits. She was able to hide it by wearing a traditional Carmelite cloak over her habit but it was becoming more difficult to do so. She suspected that she was about six or seven months pregnant and she said she was sick and stayed in her cell.

She probably had allowed it to go on for too long but now the time had come to take some measures. If she would be found out it would be the end of the canonization and future worship. The child stood between her and her eternal fame and adoration. Therefore she had pressured the doctor to bring a special kind of poison as he came to see her. He had ensured her that it would quickly and effectively kill the fruit of her womb without posing any risk to her. He had brought it as promised and Thérèse had taken it with a glass of wine. She was now waiting to see what would happen.

“How long will it take?” she asked the doctor for the third time. “It should happen any minute my dear. Are you sure we will not be disturbed?”

The Little Flower dismissed his concerns, the other nuns were on a pilgrimage to Lourdes and wouldn’t be back until the next day. They were alone.

“I am bored, why don’t you give me your cock as we wait?” she said as she moved to take the doctor’s big dick in his mouth.

She loved the taste of his manhood and enjoyed to feel the cock-head thrusting into her throat.

“Mmm,” she mumbled as the doctor increased his thrusting and shoved his dick deep down her throat.

His ball was slapping against her chin as she took it all down. With his hands he squeezed her big tits and drops of milk flowed from her nipples. It didn’t take long before he couldn’t hold it anymore and his sperm exploded from his dick.

“Mmm fuck yes, Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned as he pulled his shaking dick from Thérèse’s mouth.

Cum and spit poured from her mouth as she said, “Mary whore of Christ that was a big load. I can see you aren’t fucking that cunt wife of you anymore.”

But as she wanted to get up to clean the cum from her mouth she felt a strong sensation in her lower body.

“Aah I think the abortive is working!” she exclaimed as she slowly lay down on the bed. “Ah Jesus Christ it hurts!” she screamed as she felt her unborn child shaking within her.

“It won’t take long my dear,” the doctor said as he held her hand and gave a cool cloth to bite in.

“Fucking bastard Christ,” Thérèse screamed as her body opened to and blood gushed out. But the doctor was right: it didn’t take long for her unborn fruit to fall out of her.

“Jesus Christ, that hurt! But at least the little shit won’t cause me any more trouble,” she moaned but to her horror the embryo seemed to move and produce sound, “Fuck! You told me it would be dead!” she exclaimed in horror as she stared at the doctor.

“I thought he would be but you waited too long, now he has been born,” the doctor said pensively as he examined the partly formed baby boy.

“This isn’t acceptable!” Thérèse screamed out, “I am the Little Flower! The holy nun of Lisieux! I can’t have a baby! Just clean me up and help me!”

The doctor did as she said and after that Thérèse ordered him to leave her alone. The baby he had put on a little table next to her bed and he looked at her in consternation as he left the room.

Thérèse was tired and fell asleep afterwards only to wake up a few hours later disturbed by the sounds of the little creature next to her bed.

“Jesus Christ, I can’t cope with this,” she said and with difficulty she got up to look at the baby.

He was covered in filth and seemed barely alive. With her long gracious finger she grabbed his arm and started at him. Her eyes fell on his little minuscule dick. She took it between to kneels and squeezed in it.

“I am jerking you off you little shit. This is the only fun you will ever have I promise you that,” she said as she smiled down at this.

She squeezed as hard as she could and she thought she could feel the little under-developed cock crush in the pressure. Then she took the boy by one leg and lifted him up.

“What am I going to do with you? Do you realize you are in the presence of one of the great future saints of the Catholic Church? That is more than you deserve you little piece of shit,” and with that he let him drop on the floor.

She went to the corner of her room where she opened her chest with prayer books and devotional tools. Underneath she had hidden two beautiful luxurious shoes given to her by one of her secret wealthy lovers. The shoes had high stiletto heels set with diamonds especially selected by her. She put the shoes on her gracious feet and walked back to her dying son on the cold floor.

“Before I send you into the nothingness that awaits everyone after this life I will allow you to worship the Little Flower!” she said as she pinned the boy to the floor by putting one of her stiletto heels on his little hand.

He was whelping and shaking with pain. The other shoe she rubbed over his tiny cock. Soon the rubbing became kicking and she enjoyed the sight of his little scrotum crushed by her shoes.

“This is how you adore Saint Thérèse of Lisieux, you little bastard!” she said.

Her cunt was still store from giving birth but she also felt aroused and carefully began to rub herself. Soon her fingers weren’t enough and she took her devotional cross and jammed it into her cunt and she fucked herself with the corpus of Christ. As she felt that she was about the cum she placed her high heels on the right eyeball of the little wretch and crushed his skull as she came.

“Jesus fucking Christ, bastard son of the whore Mary!” she screamed out as she heard the soft bone material crush underneath her.

Her cunt gushed forth warm streams of juice as she basked in her own wickedness and evil. When she came to her senses she cleaned her shoes and her cell. The doctor came later that day and took the sheets and the remains of their child and got rid of it somewhere safe.

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Thérèse lived some more years enjoying every possible sexual perversion while pretending to be perfect and holy. Only when life began to bore her she asked the doctor for a painless poison which she drank while being fucked by her famous lover. She timed her orgasm to coincide with her death. Before she had made sure that her diary would be published and her devotion spread by her followers.

Twenty-eight years later she was canonized and became one of the most adored saints of the Catholic Church.

THE END

 

COMMENTS ON THIS STORY BY FJHS

Thank you SacerdoSS for writing and posting this truly dark and evil story of the little flower. I truly enjoy the idea of evil women, evil moms and best of all the thought of truly evil cunt saints. I read this story and darkness fills me and I love it. On this Sinday it is fitting that I read this story and kneel in offering to the goddess Lilith. I pissed in my chalice…stroked my cock as I smiled thinking about the evil of the cunt Little Flower … and then emptied my nuts…wasting my seed in the name of Lilith … I then drink my piss and cum and feel so as one with the darkness inside of me. Join me brothers and sisters … offer this day with me … offer your piss … your cum … your fuck hole juice to Lilith … do it now and post of your deed … fuck Christ… fuck cunt Mary … Hail Cock …

COMMENTS ON THIS STORY BY SATAN’S SON

Along with FJHS, I am profoundly pleased by our offerings to the true God of this universe—Satan. I am sure that He looks with approval upon our efforts to destroy any vestiges of purity and sexual morality in His name. Stories like these give us a glimpse into the Sinful Souls of the supposedly very—pure and sinless—Saints. How many were, like us, mere hypocrites—living out and enjoying their Sins while professing to be pure of heart? Maintain our tranquil and serene facade on the outside, while we revel in performing every imaginable sexual sin in private—and in doing so honor our God Satan.