THE TAKING OF GRACE 1 by GoodLittleChurchGirl

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of 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 any unlawful activity such as is depicted 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 play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: GoodLittleChurchGirl

Feature Title: THE TAKING OF GRACE 1

Published: 26.10.2022

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Abuse, Young Ones, NC, Rape, Graphic Violence.

Synopsis: Young Grace makes a lovely Offering.

Author Notes: This is a work of fiction. Absolutely nothing contained in this work is endorsed, recommended, or encouraged. In fact, fuck off if you can’t take a joke. Enjoy at your own risk. All the characters are fake, yada, yada, adults pretending to be underaged, yada, yada  — Heal in the midst of chaos, free will is free.

The Taking Of Grace 1 — Visions Of A Nightmare

For my Darling Lover,
Pursuer of my Soul,
King of my Passions,

May this letter bind us forever together in Wickedness.

I’ve never known anyone, in any measure, quite like You. We’ve known each other, Lover, only the shortest of days; but certain am I now that Soulmates exist. It’s been You all along; You’ve defeated my slumber in this realm. No one has ever recognized me the way You do. No one has spoken my name, not truly, in this most pitiful life. But I recognize You.

Your scent, like honeycomb on my childhood Oak tree, like Earth and smoke.

It is You! I knew You’d come for me; I’ve seen You in the Before. The sensation of You seeps through thick pockets of resistance in my mind, and I can taste You.

You are my Truth: You seek me in Countless lives, and You always find me, don’t You? We are bound, Lover, to the Soul of the other. I don’t know What pulls us apart, what Force can hold us, but I mourn You every time I lose You. And I loathe all the time I’ve wasted having forgotten You. You’ve shown me the deepest recesses of pain;

Your desires like quicksand, yet I can never Abandon them.

The gift of Your Knowledge is such Power; I will pluck it like fruit.

Only, I fear I will never reflect Your Wickedness as beautifully as you do and I vow to give my Life trying.

Stop resisting, You whisper, your timbre gentle A dominant, lush tone: Demanding. Velvet. The echo still haunts me – a cacophony of voices in just One …

My own voice; jagged, deep, sure: I invite You inside, Amara.

The rhythm of Your Need is like a Song of Torment. The debaucheries You desire make my heart flutter like pieces of broken wings. I plead for permission to resuscitate.

I will obey You, Athanasios,

with the pure heart of an Angel and the evil Cunt of the Devil.

You pulse through my Veins, infiltrating, ever-present as always. Today we hunt our prey. Need is soaking through me, but I mustn’t overwhelm myself with longing.

Please show her to me.

I know what You crave, it feels primal, and my instincts thunder in my chest. You want a Kill.

Cull the herd. Prey reveals itself.

I stare at the beauty before me now; Sunshine bleeding its reflection onto the shallow waters of the Bay, and I wonder if today I will please You.

Your flight will touch down tonight, but You will not see me until tomorrow. Why do you insist that I wait? Skin on skin, our first time on this realm’s Battleground of flesh … Oh, I cannot stand the agony You are inflicting on my Soul …

What will you look like, Wildest of Beasts? You will have chosen a beautiful body to Steal and Take for Your Own, as you always do. I salivate as I conjure Your Image.

Βασιλιάς …

I ache to touch Your lips with my tongue and sample the flavors of Your flesh. Absorb Your Wickedness.

Swallow Your perversions until they swim in my belly.

Our depravity ignites everything it touches and True Lust is Violence: a weapon of War blowing open the gates of Our hearts. My visions are birthed from explosions behind my eyes, tiny starbursts of fireworks, neurons overheating. Do you feel them, Darling, roaring in Your ears? I had a vision, my Angel. I must share it with You.

My Defiling δαίμονας,

I saw Myself there. I was flawless, pure Spirit, unchained from human form. My own Image is embedded in my consciousness. A Solar Eclipse to paralyze and blind, never understood, without Measure,

Lay people in huddled masses.

I have always been She: perfected and freed from the most unjust of bondage. I luxuriated in Her presence and prayed She felt welcomed.

She held a white, wooden key and beckoned me with her finger. I stared at her three faces, each one wearing a different emotion, changing to emulate my thoughts even as I experienced them. This was the Spirit I recognized; she was physical perfection, sculpted into absolute Bliss. Was She the goddess You stalked in every lifetime, so beautiful and powerful?

I’ll never Abandon her again, I promised her and invited her inside my flesh; we traveled together, and landed at the front door of my home. A tiny bassinet lay there, nestling the littlest female child imaginable, an infant just days old, skin still puckered, donning a christening gown. Red-faced and shrieking.

Uninvited.

Her clenched fists dripped with the darkest of blood, and I bent down to inspect her. She was holding tiny skeleton keys made of jagged shards of broken glass. A lovely sight: bleeding innocence and bitter tears.

And just like that, my Lover,

They were gone, both of them,

My Soul’s Twin and Guardian of the Wicked Gate. Fresh young child flesh. I mourned their loss.

A fraction of time, just a fleeting second of sight, was all I’ve been given; yet, the vision still burns like lava fire, and I pray now for it: inviting it to luxuriate forever in my mind’s eye. I close my eyes now and call to you: Darling, I long to be your Counterpart.

Your Wǔ Zétiān. 武則天

I’ve saved the most Tragic of Tales for the very last. Forgive my brass, my Darling?

We haunted a child’s Nightmare.

We were inside the dream of Our Prey! Like a parting gift, our Goddess left this tender memory neatly packed away in the recesses of my recollection, planted for such a time as this.

Honeybees explode within the walls of my heart, they sting, infiltrate, poison; pumping flames of Evil into every vessel as I relive this for you, with you. My heart and body, every inch: fire and needles. I must reveal her terror to You, a gift from the Goddess Zélia and King Leopold, of the most

Divine Order of Mammon.

We were Monsters under a little girl’s bed.

Over it. Around it. Above it.

Rattle the cunt’s cage, Darling. Watch the bed shake. What Apparitions shall We wear, my lovely Author of Wraith? What mask of Apathy will adorn my Angel face? We must frighten her enough to die a million little Deaths.

She was Young; I felt her life force pleading for rescue, calling upon the name of Any she thought Would save her. And, oh Darkness of my Heart, she can’t have been more than twelve; her aura was sheer and unblemished. We hovered over her as One, watching her writhe like a rat ripping itself apart. We began taking turns holding her head under, smothering her in deep webs of sleep.

Rage was tangible, like a hammer’s head, smooth and solid in my palm; it would look lovely attached to her head, claw-side down.

— Instant Orgasm of the Spirit —

I never saw him coming. The Liege of Wrath blasted me from my and my Love’s warm placenta of filth,

— Breath sucked from my lungs —

Expelling me from the child’s Spirit, ripping me away from Our Being: Yours and Mine. The rage now cowered before the Hate, reborn from the force of his blow. He placed me eye to eye with an abomination: a prickly Spirit ready for battle, stuffed into the rotting flesh of the child’s Mother. She would comfort the child and extinguish its terror, rescuing it from our Grasp.

We mustn’t allow her to steal this joy from us!

Darling, I pray that the Spirits of Murder provide Mommy for Sacrifice, too. To honor our Greed.

My Cunt holds every memory of the child’s torment, but my mind cannot interpret. I do know for certain ours was a brutal and beautiful nightmare and the child endured the Sacred ritual and we used her all up, Baby. All the way Up! I wish I were allowed to watch longer and granted access to the Glory of the cunt’s demise. I know for certain, deep in my depraved heart, that we blessed that child trash together, with the very best of Ourselves, Overlords, and underbellies, and she suffered greatly.

In the Deep Gap between Paradises.

All Love Dies Here.

Oh, how I love You, Sultan! You’ve come back, liberating me in this lifeless go-round; You have never failed me. You are HIM. Thank You for pursuing Your most loyal and passionate lover!

Relentless is my Master!

But we have only borrowed time, my darkest Angel, and we will celebrate our love in every new way we express Our Wickedness. To love each other for the rest of Our lives, never losing Our hunger, always replenished.

I will recognize her tomorrow, I promise this to you. Oh my Vile Serpent King, she has revealed herself.

Just as You promised.

xxxxx

I knew the moment I saw her she was ours. A pixie of a girl, she was blond and slim, much more childlike than I had seen in my vision. But she was, unmistakably, the very same little girl we had hovered over together, our lust feeding on the terror she’d been experiencing in dreamland. Would she remember that nightmare? Would she recognize us?

The child was alone on the swing set. Pure glee, laughing and kicking her naked legs, flying precariously back and forth. I pictured myself standing behind her, pushing her higher and higher; she would panic. My vaginal muscles would clench, I would drip.

Then I would hear your voice.

“Shove her this time. Knock her to the ground.” I would strike her in the back and shove her with all my strength, watching her fly through the air, fragile body breaking in the dirt. Thud. A bit of a bounce, then a delicious long moment of her unable to breathe, her wind knocked out from the shock. Would she cry, scream, or hit her head on a rock?

If only it were gravel instead of hard dirt, I thought.

I approached her with the authority and gentleness of a nanny. “Hi there, love. Be super careful, okay, you’re swinging awfully high. Is your Mom not here?”

She began to drag her feet in the dirt, slowing, baby hands gripping the rusted metal chains. “Mommy said she would be back soon. She said to stay right here. But I’m not supposed to talk to anyone.”

Her voice irritated me immediately. Soft, breathy, stupid. Hold it together, bitch, I warned myself. I would not fuck this up and strangle her to death before my lover arrived to take everything from her. Oh, but how I needed to.

“Your Mommy is quite right, precious. People are scary and mean and you should be afraid. In fact, if you’ll hop down, I will tell you exactly what happened to a girl your age in this very park.”

I held out my hand for her and led her over to a rusted-out merry-go-round, far past its safety window. How thrilling to endanger.

“Pick a color to sit on, and hold on tight. Hey, I don’t even know your name! I’m Nevaeh.”

Choosing the filthy yellow-colored bit, she plopped down and smiled, revealing one missing bottom front tooth. I couldn’t decide if it made her ugly to me or even sexier, but I wanted to knock out the rest of her baby teeth with my fist. She was wearing a clean white summer dress, its straps as thin as a shoelace. Ruched fabric stretched tightly around her pale flat chest. One tiny tug would reveal her entirely to me; smooth naked flesh, vulnerable collarbones protruding. And the dime-sized nipples only girls her age could boast.

“That’s a funny name. Nev-Nevay —”

“Nuh-VAY-uh, love. It’s the word heaven spelled backwards,” I told her, watching her blue eyes brighten, “The truth about my name is a secret; would you like to hear it?”

She nodded and scooted closer to the edge of the merry-go-round, holding tightly to the metal bars.

“I’m an Angel from Heaven, darling. That’s why I’m allowed to be called Heaven.”

“Then how come it’s backwards?”

“Oh, because special Angels get to turn themselves inside out, backward, every which way.”

“That’s so cool! But I don’t really believe in Angels, Nevaeh.”

Goosebumps rose on my skin. “You will love. Now, this isn’t fair. You know my name; I don’t know yours. That’s rather impolite.”

“I’m sorry! I’m Grace.”

The gods have delivered; I couldn’t help but giggle with excitement: “Grace”? It was just too delicious to wonder how and why, so I thanked all the powers of wickedness for our gift and mustered the strength to continue seducing this child when all I wanted to do was destroy her.

“Such a lovely name for such a lovely girl. So, shall I tell you about a very different, very sad little girl who got raped and murdered in this very same park? She was your age, you know. How old are you, Grace?”

“I’m ten and a half, actually ten and three-quarters,” she said.

“Oh, yes, the dead bitch was only nine,” I told her, watching her flinch when I used the rude word.

“You’re not supposed to say that word!”

“What, ‘bitch’? Alright, but I love saying it. She was a horrible little girl and she deserved to die. That’s why it’s okay to call her names like cunt, slut, bitch, whore, fuckmeat.”

Little Grace squealed and covered her mouth with her hand. “That’s very naughty! Mommy would put soap in my mouth.”

Noted.

“Grace, pay attention! So this little bitch was swinging all alone, just like you were, playing and not paying attention. A big mean man in a scary mask jumped out from behind that tree right there and grabbed her ankles, yanked her from the swing and she busted her head so hard it cracked open and her brains came out!”

Grace was horrified. “You mean her brain was on the dirt?” She sucked in a ragged breath and glanced around the park.

“Oh, yes, all over the ground, but she didn’t die. Sometimes cunts like her can live with their heads cracked open. They say she had her eyes open the whole time and even kicked and screamed and cried. The mean man hated to hear her cry and he wanted her to hurry up and die, so he stomped on her face with his big heavy boots.”

Grace began to cry, suddenly realizing she might be in danger. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore. I don’t like it at all.” One fat tear rolled down her cheek, and the next ones pooled, filling her eyes to brimming. “How can someone be so mean?”

“Like this.” I punched her hard on the left temple, with just enough force to knock her out cleanly. No blood before my Everything got there.

xxxxx

After stashing the unconscious preteen in the trunk of my car, I drove several miles up the coastline. I was taking her to an old abandoned plantation, its pier still intact and private. Secluded and waterfront. You will meet me here tomorrow morning as planned. We would breakfast on the sand, watch the gentle waves of the gulf, and make love. I wanted your cock deep inside my cunt while we plotted our first kill.

I would go home and pack a bag, gathering everything that could cause damage: hammer, knives, rope.

A bar of soap.

So eager to please you, I had planned every detail: delicious foods to sample, drink, your favorite music. So often had we played together from different continents, teasing ourselves. It was time for you to feel my love in every way.

I heard your taxi pull into the gravel drive, and I felt like a princess trapped in a dilapidated castle by the sea. My Rescue from Pedestria! I couldn’t believe you were here, finally, to Own me.

I ran out to meet you, dressed in a sundress of my own, to match our little Gracie, and my cunt drooled down my thighs. Soft, white, gauzy cotton with the same form-fitting bodice as on Grace’s dress; only with my tanned cleavage exposed. I wanted you to want me.

I’m not sure how many orgasms you gave me that morning, grinding me into the sand, angry red burns on my knees, thighs, ass. At some point, I heard you tell me it was time. I had forgotten all about our toy, all locked up in the crumbling boat shed just a few yards away. It excited me that you didn’t know where she was, who she was, what shape she’d be in.

“I don’t want to leave your arms. Not even for that cunt. Just let her die of heat and starvation. Hold me forever,” I begged.

“I will hold you forever, and we will never be apart again.”

We kissed and embraced after you helped me to my feet. “Do you want this? I know I do.”

Your green eyes were everything I knew they’d be and I searched them for hesitation. “If I have to search this whole property to find her, you might be buried next to her. Let’s go.”

The thought of dying by your hand nearly caused me to faint. I will, I fucking will, I vowed. I will die for you.

So would Grace.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE