UNHOLY TRINITY 3 (Updated) by TripleHelix

Writer: TripleHelix

Subject: UNHOLY TRINITY 3 (Updated)

Link: ReligiousFetish.com / 27.12.2024

Unholy Trinity 3 (Updated)

“Mother, there is a way I can help you.”

Mary’s eyes snapped open. Her mind had been wandering through a beautiful fantasy of orgiastic delight. This was exactly what she wanted to hear. She desired nothing more than to give herself fully to the Sin that she felt around and inside her, but she still wasn’t able to fully embrace her Sinful nature.

It was a greater frustration than she had ever felt. She needed to squeeze the purity from her soul, to empty it, to make room for Sin. She wanted to feel what her son felt, wanted as much Sin as she could find, wanted all the Sin in the world. She hated being unable to fully commit her soul to the Sin she now so desperately craved.

“What might that be?” Mary asked, eyeing the obvious bulge of her son’s erection.

She was still pure enough, though, that the implication scared her. But if giving up her virginity to her son would rid her of the vile grace that held back her desire for Sin, then she would do it gladly. That wasn’t what Jesus had in mind, though.

“I haven’t told you the whole story of my submission to Sin. I didn’t simply Fall on my own. Like you, I was far too pure for that. I also needed someone to help me. The Sin that I eventually embraced was given to me, just as I have given it to you. I was helped along the way, just as I have helped you along the way. I did not just turn my back on my father, your god. I have a new father now. Mother, I would like you to meet my new Lord and Master, my new God.”

Mary was intrigued. She hadn’t thought about Jesus subjecting himself to anyone. How could he? He was, after all, God incarnate.

“Who can have dominion over you?”

Mary was no longer afraid. If her son had bowed to whatever God was about to be revealed to her, then God would surely have the power to destroy the chains of grace that bound her. She would gladly prostrate herself before any God that could free her, and allow her to indulge in Sin.

Jesus smiled broadly at her as he stroked his cock again through his robe. “Are you ready? Are you sure you are ready to Fall? Will you give yourself over fully to an eternity of Sin?”

Mary was about to tell her son that she had never been as ready for anything in her life when that small voice intruded upon her thoughts once again. Nagging, badgering, tormenting her, but creating just enough uncertainty to give her pause.

The fucking grace was compelling her to listen to the voice of the god that she now hated so much. That uncertainty, the still small voice inside her, was moving ever more to the edges of her consciousness though. She made a conscious effort to push it away and allowed the blossoming Sin to once more drown it out.

She nodded quickly at her son.

Jesus nodded in return, then smiled a knowing smile at his beautiful mother. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The grace bestowed upon her, the lack of any exposure to Sin, had preserved her youthfulness through all the years. He hoped that the destruction of that grace, her descent into Sin, her Fall into Hell’s Abyss, would not mar that beauty. Certainly, his Master would never allow that to happen.

“Mother, remember this moment. Take it all in. The world will never forget it, the moment that the Blessed Virgin, chaste and pure, set off along the path of lust and depravity, evil and Sin. The moment when the Mother of God himself willingly gave herself over to the Evil One!”

Mary’s cunt was again dripping as she basked in her son’s words.

Jesus closed his eyes and threw back his head. Spreading his arms, he began to mutter some sort of incantation, performing a ritual in a language Mary had never heard. The Sin in the air all around them was unmistakable now, and Mary could see it, a physical presence in the room with them. There was a momentary dimming of the light in the room, then a sudden, almost physically palpable, descent of darkness. When the light returned there was another man standing next to her son.

“Mother, I present to you my Lord and Master, Satan!”

Mary gasped at the beauty, the magnetism, the raw sexual power of the man before her. This was not at all the way she would have pictured someone she had always believed to be the Great Deceiver. She was in awe at his presence.

Her eyes soon wandered down below Satan’s belt, and she was pleased to see that he, too, had a very visible bulge there. She shocked herself by imagining what she would like to do with that bulge, and the heat in her cunt rose ever higher.

“Hello, my dear Virgin Mary. I’ve waited for a long time to meet you.”

Satan bowed deeply, then stood before her and took her hands in his own.

“Your beauty is quite beyond compare.”

Mary blushed at the compliment. She couldn’t take her eyes away from his, even though they seemed to bore directly into her soul. She felt a deep need to impress him. She hoped he could see the darkness that she could now unmistakably feel growing in her soul.

“My son tells me that you are his new Lord and Master, that you aided his descent into Sin, that you helped him in his Fall,” Mary said softly, still gazing deeply into Satan’s eyes.

“Yes, the Christ gave himself up quite willingly to me,” Satan chuckled, “As I hope you wish to do.”

Mary smiled up at the Dark Lord. Being in his presence put her strangely at ease, and caused the Sin to stir ever more deeply into her being. The Sin that had swirled around her was now burrowing deeply inside her too. She focused on the feelings inside her as Sin opened the doors to lust, depravity, and debauchery. New beliefs began to spread themselves throughout her body and mind. She encouraged them now, trying to tear down the wall of grace that was the only thing protecting her holiness.

“Yes, my Lord. I’m ready to Fall. I want to give myself over to depravity. I need to sink into immorality. I desire to descend into Hell, to wallow in the pit, to become one with Sin! Help me, please!”

She meant those words with every fiber of her physical being, but Mary’s purity still maintained a tenuous hold on her soul. She was disgusted at the hesitation she now felt within her, and she could feel the small voice recoil in horror at the earnestness of her plea. It would not leave her alone, no matter how much she hated it.

That idea, the idea that she now hated her former god, finally struck her with a great force. Admitting it to herself felt good. She at last began to feel the bonds of grace loosening. She pressed on. The small voice, present inside her for as long as she could remember, meant nothing to her now. It had no power over her, she refused to allow it to have power over her.

She had come this far, and it seemed pointless to turn back now. Not that she wanted to turn back. She was fully on the path of darkness, fully committed to walking along it, alive with anticipation at the prospect of reaching its inevitable end in Hell. She recalled the words she had spoken to Jesus, accusing him of being a demon sent from Satan. How right she had been after all. Now she turned the same fury inward, directing it at the pathetic god she had served for far too long, driving him away from her, out of her soul, back to the empty Heaven she no longer wanted to see.

“Please, rid me of this grace that holds me back.”

“As you wish, my dear Virgin.”

Satan took Mary’s hand and led her gently toward the bed across the room. Pressing lightly on her shoulders, he guided her down onto her knees next to the low mattress, then stood before her, erect cock bulging inside his trousers.

“I will help you cast off the bonds of grace, severing the last link you possess to your Creator. But first, you must prove that you are truly ready to serve me.”

Mary frowned inwardly, momentarily uncertain of what was expected of her. But then inspiration struck, guided by the lewd images that had flashed before her eyes earlier. She unfastened Satan’s belt and slowly lowered the pants, gasping in awe as the magnificence of his cock was fully revealed. It was the first time she’d seen one like this.

Of course, she had seen her son’s, when he was a small child. Other children too, as she had helped care for the others in the town. And once she had caught sight of her elderly husband’s useless, flaccid thing. But nothing could compare to what now stood proudly before her, rising to point above her head.

Satan kicked his pants aside and moved one step closer to Mary, looking down at her with an expectant gaze. Jesus stood to the side, looking on eagerly, anticipating the culmination of his mother’s descent into lust.

Mary licked her lips and lowered her right hand beneath her robes again. She was slick with fluids, overflowing her cunt and running down her inner thighs. She gently stroked up and down her folds, moving across her clit and back down, pushing first one and then two fingers inside herself, feeling her miraculously-present hymen just inside the opening. Grace was losing its power over her, freeing her body to do as her tainted heart desired.

With her left hand, she grasped Satan’s cock. She felt the weight of it and marveled at how thick it felt in her tiny hand. She leaned in and, much as her son had done before her, pressed her small face against it and breathed deeply, savoring the aroma. She extended her tongue and hesitated. Closing her mouth, she looked up at the Dark Lord towering above her.

Never had she thought anything like this would happen to her. She had told herself she was content with her lot in life, that she would live out the rest of her days alone, unmarried, forever a virgin, never knowing the pleasure that a man could provide. That nagging small part of her was back again.

Grace attempted to impose itself upon her one last time. It would not leave her at peace. It begged with her, pleading with her, urging her to turn back from Sin and return to her former life. It wasn’t too late to repent, the small voice in her head insisted. She could turn back, save herself, leave this flirtation with sin behind.

But the louder voice, the one she had been unfamiliar with until this day, told her that if merely flirting with Sin felt this good, diving in, fully committing herself to a life of lust, would be unimaginably glorious. She was falling in love with this new voice, and she told herself that what it was saying was true.

Of course, she could save herself, she was endowed with grace, unlike any other person on earth. But why would she want to? If she had this much difficulty resisting Sin, no one else stood a chance. Give in now, the voice told her, and live your life to its fullest.

“Mary, your son told you that any further delving into Sin must come from your own heart. I can guide you down the path of darkness, but you must be willing.”

The grace was still there, hanging by a thread, still a roadblock along that path she so wanted to follow. But Mary at last felt that she was able to overcome it. She had no use for it anymore. It only stood in the way of all the things she’d never known she needed. The Sin that had entered her body, taken root in her heart, blossomed into her soul, now bore its foul fruit, and she ate of it eagerly.

Mary looked up, into Satan’s swirling copper eyes, then placed the head of his cock in her mouth. Holding it there for a second, she listened again for the small voice. She was amused, and also a little angry, that it was still there. She had kicked its grace aside and taken another step along the dark path, a big one this time. How far would she have to go before the god she now hated with all her heart left her alone?

She took the cock from her mouth, licked her lips, ran her tongue around the bulbous head, and then engulfed Satan again, going a little further down the shaft. Still, the voice pleaded with her, beginning to panic as her remaining purity quickly ebbed. Back up along the shaft until just the head remained in her mouth, then back down, even further this time.

The voice was growing shrill in her head, imploring her to stop before it was too late, but then there was a sudden silence. At that moment, with Satan’s cock buried almost to the back of her throat, Mary knew that the final link had been severed between her and her god. Her former god, she corrected herself.

Her God, her new God, stood before her and inside of her. Physically inside of her in a way the old god never had been. This was what she wanted, what she needed, what had been missing from her life. She said goodbye forever to that stupid small voice and began pumping herself back and forth on her new Master’s cock.

Satan threw his head back and groaned. This was something he had always wanted, but never truly thought could happen. Mary had seemed incorruptible, even more so than her son. He could see her innate grace, unlike anything possessed by any other human. It was still inside her, but it lay now in tatters around the quickly darkening soul it had always protected.

The Sin that Jesus had released for her, that had been circling her body, was still entering it now, almost all of it inside her, free to run rampant throughout her heart and soul. Satan could see that it was joined now by a quickly growing mass of Mary’s own Sin, growing in the empty places formerly occupied by her grace.

Mary threw herself with increasing vigor into servicing the cock before her. Even though this was her first time, she benefitted from the concentrated Sin that Jesus had breathed into her. Her mind’s eye was filled with images that would have shocked her mere hours ago, but now she revelled in them, searching through the sins of others for guidance in her new task.

After several minutes, Satan placed his hands along the sides of her face and slowed her to a stop. Leaving the head of his cock inside her mouth, he tilted her face up and stared into her eyes.

“Your son, the former son of God, has taken in the Sins of the world, has pledged himself to me, and has shown his reverence and devotion as you do now. In return, I have raised him up from the dead, given him a new corrupt body with which to spread temptation throughout the world, and placed him on a throne in Hell. You, Mary, I will crown as my queen, to rule with me over Hell and Earth for all eternity. Will you complete this act of worship and devotion?”

Mary nodded, the cock still lodged in her mouth. She flicked her tongue at the bottom of the head.

“Will you help to spread Sin among all the men and women of the world? Will you sow the seeds of damnation?”

The thought of sharing her Sin with others increased her arousal. She was beginning to realize that just as she had been endowed with an abundance of grace, far more than any other person, the space left behind by its destruction left a gaping hole inside her ripe to be filled with Sin. She knew that just as she had been the purest of her race, she now could be the most depraved, the most sinful, the most corrupted woman on earth.

Again she nodded, never taking her eyes from Satan’s gaze. He slowly removed his cock from her mouth. Mary wiped the drool from her chin as her mouth was emptied.

“Then you shall be my queen, forever bathed in Sin, and you shall go forth to the ends of the earth spreading lust among all people.”

Mary threw her head back, eyes closed, and hissed sharply through bared teeth as her body, heart, and soul burned with pleasure at the knowledge that she, the Blessed Virgin, the Holy Mother of God, would now serve as the vessel of the entire world’s damnation.

“Behold your handmaid. Let it be done to me according to your word.”

Lust was unleashed within her now, flowing freely throughout her formerly pure body. She craved defilement. It was becoming unbearable, she would soon need release.

Satan gently placed his cock on her lips. Mary didn’t hesitate this time and began vigorously working her mouth up and down the shaft. Her left hand pumped along with her mouth, while the fingers of her right hand were again at work in her increasingly sloppy cunt.

She was beginning to feel a new urge, an increasingly insistent desire to be filled with cock. The small voice in her head was thankfully gone now. She hoped to never hear it again. Meanwhile, the new voice goaded her on, encouraging her ministrations, offering new ways to please her new God.

At last, she felt Satan tense slightly. He again took hold of her head and without further warning groaned loudly as his cock began to spasm, shooting load after load of his pungent semen into Mary’s mouth. It began to overflow, and Satan pulled his cock out and continued to pump several more thick loads across Mary’s upturned face. Finally, all that remained was a thick rope dangling from the tip. Mary slurped it up, then pressed her tongue into the slit, searching for every last drop.

“My Lord, you’ve baptized me!” Mary giggled as she gathered the rest of the cum from her face, licking her hand clean, savoring every bit of her God’s essence.

She glanced across the room at her son, who still stood there, taking it all in, his cock visibly erect beneath his robes. He smiled at her and moved his hand back and forth across his shaft a few times. Then she returned her attention to Satan, still standing before her, amazingly still erect. She turned her thoughts inward again, concentrating on the Sin inside her. She, too, now saw that some were her own, and was amazed at how much it had multiplied.

“Now, Mary, having turned your back on your god, having by your actions renounced and destroyed the grace with which he endowed you, and having taken the first steps down the path of darkness, are you ready for me to show you the way? Do you wish to complete your Fall into disgrace, to forever leave behind your purity, to renounce, irrevocably, your former god? Do you truly wish to serve me and reign as the Queen of Hell for all eternity?”

“Yes my Lord, I am ready. Take me, use me, corrupt me, remake me in your image.”

The urge for her release was quickly becoming unbearable. What she needed more than anything at that moment was to be filled with her new God, physically filled in the space between her legs, and spiritually filled with his Sin in the great space within and around her soul.

Satan pulled her to her feet and began to slide her robes off. In a moment Mary stood naked before Satan, her firm breasts exposed first, followed by her dripping cunt, as Satan dropped the robes to the floor. Mary stepped out of the loose folds of fabric on the floor and looked up again into Satan’s face.

“My Lord, I have never wanted anything as much as I want to sacrifice my wretched virginity to you.”

Satan moved against her, feeling her stiff nipples brush across his skin. His hands found her firm ass and squeezed, kneading for just a moment before he guided her onto her back on the bed. He positioned himself between her spread legs and stopped, taking in the beauty before him.

“This will hurt you, but only for a moment.”

“I don’t care, my Lord. I need to be filled with your cock.”

“There is no turning back from this. Once I have claimed your virginity, you will be marked forever as my bride.” The words made Mary’s spine tingle in anticipation. She could feel Sin working its way ever deeper into the fabric of her being.

“Make me your bride. Make me your whore. Just take me, please, I beg you!” The anticipation was growing along with the lust. Mary was beginning to feel faint. She reached between her legs and began to flick at her clit, but Satan moved her hand away.

“I’ll take you when I’m ready, my dear. I’ve waited for this day forever, and I intend to enjoy myself.”

Mary realized that Satan was purposely teasing her, but she didn’t care. Soon enough, his cock would be buried deep inside her, claiming her forever as his own, and she knew that this was what she had always wanted. She had pledged herself, body and soul, to her former god, but he had never been there for her like this. She had given herself as fully as she could to him, and ultimately gotten nothing in return. Her former god took and took, always wanting more, always imposing restrictions. Yet what could he provide by way of compensation?

Here, right now, with his magnificent cock only inches away from her virgin hole, was her new God. It hadn’t required much of her, either. Only the price of her soul. She was more than willing to give that up, to feel it tainted and warped by Sin if only her God would take her as his own.

Satan placed the head of his cock against her labia. Mary sighed deeply at the touch, moaning, pressing her hips forward, her back arched, breasts high in the air, trying to coax the tip inside her. Satan held steady though, just outside the entrance to her body. The tingling in her spine was radiating throughout her body now. The Sin was wriggling inside all the nooks and crannies of her soul, consolidating its ownership. She was sweating now, the anticipation building inside until she felt as if she would explode.

“Your body tells me that it is ready. Is your mind ready?”

“Yes, please, take me now!”

“Is your soul ready?”

“Yes, goddammit, I am ready to give myself to you, mind, body, and soul! I will give you everything I have! Please, just shove your cock inside me! Take my wretched virginity! I am your whore, please fuuuuuck meeeeeee!”

Satan pressed gently forward, sliding the wide head of his cock just an inch between the folds of Mary’s Virgin cunt. Her wetness glistened as her labia strained around the enormous bulb. She gasped, again straining to press her hips forward, to engulf his cock, to give herself as fully as she could to her God.

He pulled back out, and Mary whimpered. Back in, again just an inch. Back out. This repeated for a minute while Mary’s horniness crescendoed to a peak she would never have thought possible, and then with one swift, painful thrust, Satan buried his cock inside her. Mary was no longer a virgin.

She screamed first in agony, then in delight, feeling her Dark Master’s cock fully encased in her formerly holy body. It was too much. Without warning, for the first time in her life, orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, crashing down on her again and again as she felt the fulfillment of all her desires.

She wanted to hold on to this feeling forever, riding this wave for eternity. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth fell slack, and Satan pumped his cock in and out of her cunt, forever sealing her as his bride and queen. Sin writhed within her, burning her insides as it multiplied under the onslaught of the devil’s fucking. She could feel it now. As her orgasm at last subsided, she marveled at how Sin took its place, keeping her riding the high that she didn’t want to let go.

“Ohhhhh my lord! The sin! The sin!! The sin is everywhere! I can feel the sin inside me! It is crawling all through my body! I can feel it staining my soul!!”

That feeling, the unmistakable feeling of her pure, holy soul being blackened, was bliss. This in turn led her into another orgasm, which she intensified by contemplating what she had just screamed aloud. She could indeed feel the corruption surging throughout her body, staining her soul, blackening it beyond any salvation. She no longer cared.

She had no use for salvation, for righteousness, for morality, for grace, for the pathetic god she had spent so long serving. She would spend the rest of her life, she would spend all eternity, as the Queen of Hell, fucking over and over again, until her soul was unrecognizably twisted, soiled, charred by the fires of Hell beyond any hope of redemption.

Mary bucked her hips now, reciprocating Satan’s thrusts, working to increase the tempo, meeting every thrust so that their loins slapped loudly together. Her breasts shook violently between them, her nipples brushing roughly against her Master’s chest. She was in an almost constant state of orgasm. Her legs, her ass, and all her muscles spasmed uncontrollably as the orgasms took over her body.

At last, the ecstasy subsided a bit. Mary laid back, still panting, and watched her Master as he pumped his cock in and out of her defiled body. She looked deeply into Satan’s eyes, letting the afterglow wash over her, basking in the luxurious Sin, until she could feel the lust rising again, wrapping about her like a warm blanket.

She saw now that Satan was again nearing his orgasm. That realization triggered another of her own, so that they came together, Mary convulsing around Satan’s cock as it filled her with his tainted seed. After a few moments, Satan allowed his cock to slide out of Mary’s well-used hole. She despised the feeling of emptiness, wishing to be filled again with her Master’s cock. A million thoughts flooded her head, all the sins of the world freely available to her at last. She couldn’t wait to be fucked again.

Satan had something else in mind though.

“Mary, you’ve always been such a good mother to your son. How can you sit by and let him suffer like this?”

Mary didn’t realize at first what her Lord was saying to her. Had she done something wrong? But then, her newly sinful mind had a most delicious idea. Her son’s cock was still obviously erect, needing attention.

“Forgive me, my Lord, you’re right. He does need his mother to comfort him.”

Mary beckoned her son with her finger. He smiled at her as he walked across the room to the edge of the bed.

“Thank you, my son, for ushering me into the darkness, and for showing me the way into Sin. Now let me taste your cock.”

Jesus was stripping out of his robes. Mary eyed her son’s cock. It had developed nicely since she’d last seen it. Not as large as Satan’s, but certainly more desirable than Joseph’s.

Mary moved to kneel on the edge of the bed in front of her son. She took his cock in her hand and looked up at him. Just hours ago, this would have been unthinkable for her, but it now seemed like the most natural thing in the world. Without any further thought, Mary swallowed her son’s cock to the root.

Jesus had serviced his Master’s cock, and had experienced an orgasm from the sheer thrill of that, but this was entirely different, much more intense. His sinful nature began to mingle with his mother’s, their combined depravity writhing about them in a visible, dark cloud. They traded the Sin back and forth, magnifying it, and using it to heighten the lust they each felt.

Mary felt hands on her hips, pulling her up on all fours. Satan moved behind her on the bed as she continued sucking her son’s cock. Mary felt the thick shaft of her Master’s cock resting between her ass cheeks. With a thrill, she wondered if he was going to take her in the ass. She quickened the pace of her blowjob.

Satan didn’t oblige her though. He dragged the weight of his cock slowly through the cleft, sliding it tantalizingly across her exposed pucker, before embedding it again within her cunt. Mary pressed her hips back forcefully, impaling herself at both ends with the unholy cocks of her son and her God. Moving quickly back and forth between them, she could feel yet another orgasm swiftly rising within her. Again she concentrated on her defilement.

Thinking about it, about the way she had changed, was such a thrill for her. She had been so pure, so chaste, it disgusted her. She could have been experiencing pleasure for years. Fucking for years. She had let a silly, hollow devotion to a distant god that didn’t care for her at all hold her back. No longer, though. She would suck and fuck and cum for eternity, and with that thought, she was over the edge and deep into another orgasm.

The spit-roasting only lasted a few minutes. Jesus was pumping quickly in and out of his mother’s mouth, matching the tempo of Satan’s strokes behind her. Mary, influenced by her nearly infinite capacity for sin, was working her son’s shaft masterfully while also pressing herself forward and backwards on the devil’s cock. Jesus could feel himself nearing the edge, wanting to prolong the feelings, but also needing to release himself.

He looked at his Master and could see that he, too, was close. He groped the sides of his mother’s head, burying his hands in her thick, dark hair, and threw his head back. Suddenly the orgasm washed over him, and he filled Mary’s mouth with his tainted seed.

Satan, too, exploded into Mary, filling her cunt to overflowing once again. All three slowly came down from the high of orgasm, collapsing in a sweaty heap on the small bed.

Mary continued to slowly work her mouth up and down along her son’s slick shaft. She felt Satan stand up behind her, and playfully hooked her leg around his waist. She wanted desperately to be fucked yet again, and in the dark, filthy recesses of her mind, she wanted to be fucked by her son. Not just yet, though. Satan was summoning her.

“Come, Mary, we must go. Our thrones in Hell await.”

“No, my Lord, we aren’t finished yet,” Mary said, teeth bared in what Satan could only describe as an evil smile.

He looked at her questioningly as she rolled over on the bed. His semen flowed freely down her thighs, mingled with her juices. The sight was enthralling enough already, but then Mary arched her back, pressed her breasts into the bed, and pointed at her ass.

“I’m still a virgin here,” she said, beckoning him forward to complete her defilement.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE