Writer: Destiny1961
Subject: Tramp Stamp DCLXVI (666)
Link: LS666 Email / 10.02.2023
Tramp Stamp DCLXVI (666)
Sending a picture of my first draft of something saw in a dream.
I was stopped by some sort of store security at some kind of goth clothing store. He was asking why so interested in female stuff and told me he needed to check me out in the back room. He had me assume the position — as a means of degrading me — when he noticed I had on a g-string. He also noticed something on my lower back and then lifted my top.
He said I had a, “Tramp stamp,” and he knew this one — it was some sort of sisterhood of satanic whores — who were supposed to be non-gender. It came clear as it was a transgender symbol with demon wings and in the center in an old english calligraphy font was, “DCLXVI,” which is roman numerals for 666.
He asked if I was a vessel and I told him, “Yes.”
He told me he had to do a cavity search and took me upstairs to a special room. It was like a lounge for employees and he told the staff he needed privacy. We went and he turned the lights on some sort of strobe and told me to drop my panties and spread them.
I felt him splash lube between my cheeks and it ran down my legs and then he slid a finger into me and then two and three as I moaned. He started to shove them in as I actually growled snd quivered. He asked if I had tits too and I nodded, as he kept pushing the fingers deeper.
He said I was clean, as he reached around up under my top, to grab my tits, and said he read about vessels as he started to press me against the wall with his body. He said, he believed that my kind were there to serve his needs, as he pushed up against me. I could feel his huge cock in the mess between my cheeks.
He’d heard that, we believed that, we get power from Satan — that we served — and asked if I felt it true, as he was now sliding up and down between my cheeks. Was it true that the bigger the cock, the more power?
I answered, “Yes sir.”
He asked if I wanted him to give me some power?
I replied, “Yes sir,”
He took his finger and said, “Ave Satanas.”
He drew the pentagram with his finger in the center around the trans symbol. Then pushed against me and shoved up inside me. It was weird, him telling me to open up in the name of Satan — drawing an imaginary pentagram — was like a key.
I also had this thought through the night as kept seeing this tattoo that it is written about taking the number of the beast. I had never thought about it before, but this is still a version of it if you think about it. Could you picture a sisterhood — who once they take it — were transformed into his personal vessels to serve here?