THE CHRISTIAN WOMAN IN A CABIN

She was clear to herself that she would not fall down before the Baphomet again. It was just too dark and pulling her too much into darkness. Living in the cabin was nice. Mainly the freedom to do as she wanted felt great. She found a website making it easy to prostitute herself. The cabin was a perfect place to spend time with her customers. She loved giving herself to the men and, yes, women! The fact that she could choose her customers made things even more satisfying. Life was beautiful: Full of sex and full of the pleasure of luxury (since her customers paid her well.)

Though … there was one thing unsettling her: Every time she passed by the Baphomet statue, she felt a chill of hot lust rushing through her veins drawing her to the darkness inside her. Even more unsettling was, that the draw grew stronger every time she passed. You should think she tried to avoid passing the statue. Well, she did … in the beginning but as time passed by and the pull got stronger she noticed how she deliberately chose her path closer to the Baphomet.

Through the nights when she was alone, the pull grew stronger. Since sleep often evaded her, she watched porn. She loved porn and the freedom of the cabin to do so was empowering. It didn’t diminish the pull though. A few nights into porn she started to search the internet for Satanic content. What she found was like a revelation:

So many people worshiping Satan giving testimony over testimony about the powerful pleasure they received from Him. She was just watching their posts but didn’t post anything herself. Though in a flash of inspiration she moved the furniture of the cabin and … somehow not surprising to herself she ended up seeing the statue from her bed. As she thought about it, she had to smile and a flush of excitement of what was about to come was brought to boil inside her. The following night the porn watching was fantastic. Soon she changed to the darker sites and then one post hit home:

Let go. Don’t fight it. Give in. Follow that urge you try to repress. Relax. Open up. Let Him in. Let Him have His way. Feel the excitement. Feel the dark peace. Feel the lust. Surrender one part of yourself at a time. Let go of your fading faith. Let go of your pressuring morals. Let the darkness snuff out light after light. Let the beauty of curves, skin and flesh consume your ideals. Feel the freedom. Feel the passion. Adore the beauty of dark sensuality. Adore the beauty of sin. Adore the one guiding you to embrace it. Adore His evil beauty. Adore Him. Worship Him. Worship Satan. Hail Satan!

She felt the absolute truth of it and knew what she had to do. She slowly stripped naked, lay on her bed and started to touch herself sensually. Silently she began to say the words:

“I let go. I don’t fight in anymore. I give in.”

More and more she relaxed. Feeling a pressure on her bladder another flush of excitement went through her body as she let go a trickle of piss and then a yellow stream flushed over the bed. The feel and smell of the urine turned her on even more. There was a strong power in herself though that made her stay relaxed, going on to slowly touch her breasts skin, her nipples and finally her pussy.

“Have your way in me, ” she continued to whisper as she felt a dark peace wash all over her.

She felt His presence. His lust almost tore her with excitement but she still lay there in her bed surrendering to the omnipresent darkness. She felt Him enter one part of herself at a time. She had not lost her faith in Christ until that day but now she let it go as a offering for Him. She felt how He snuffed out light after light in her. Never had she felt being so absolutely beautiful. And never had she felt such an absolute freedom.

She adored His passion. She adored the dark sensual beauty of the sin that now was in total control. She adored Him guiding her to embrace it. She saw His statue standing on the other side of the cabin and adored His evil beauty that she couldn’t just see in His statue but also feel in herself. Slowly she left her bed and walked towards the Baphomet. It was almost like it was someone else that started her to move into a sensual dance, though she never had felt more herself.

She moved and danced and touched herself giving more of herself to Him. The smell of urine was like incense to her worship as the dance started to develop more and more into a prostration before the Baphomet. Finally she lay still before Him.

“Hail Satan!”

She savored every dimension of the words feeling its darkness, its passion, its freedom, its finality and emotions beyond what anyone could put into words.

“Hail Satan!” she repeated devotedly.

As she came to realize she was completely His, dark joy and contentment filled her out completely …