WITH A TWIST by Destiny1961

Feature Writer: Destiny1961 / destiny1961@yahoo.com

Feature Title: With A Twist

Published: 25.07.2022

Story Codes: Transerotica, Satanism, Demons

Synopsis: Religious lessons lead to transgender lust

With A Twist

Been looking at religion again as was taught there is a difference between Christianity and religion. We had studies about what we would call false religions such as Mormonism and others. I remember one person who was, shall I say, a little off who started to rant one day about what he called that fall of Christianity and the new world.

He said how women were being made into pastors and teachers and preachers and how the bible talked against it. He said how now even it was becoming normal for men to think they are women and if so then they should be treated like women from the old days.

He went on to say how women were meant to serve their men and if a man wants to be a woman then he should as well. He then brought up his idea of Islam and Muslim women and how they do as told and even how they are not to show their bodies like the American sluts do. I remember him asking my thoughts about such men and telling him some get confused.

He told me I kind of look feminine and asked if I ever got, so called , confused. I told him I had and he said he had something for me to listen to. It was some sort of end days nonsense but had this weird overtone to it.

He asked me to write my thoughts after and so I sat and had a stiff drink one night and started when I felt what was like a presence in the room. It was funny as then it was like some sort of weird scrooge thing in my head with someone showing me what if. I then lay back and seemed to go into some sort of spiritual trance. This was what I saw.

I am sitting in my living room when a letter is skid under my door. It says it knows my research about religion and transsexuals and the new order and am invited to talk to someone to learn more about the new Islam or Muslim way. There was some sort of mosque about fifteen minutes away, but even those who follow say its more of a cult. I decide to see and go.

I go in and its like some sort of cross between religions. There are men in traditional Islamic wear and some dressed as priests. The women dressed also and a few nuns as well. 

I am taken into some sort of study and given a drink and sit as two women kneel alongside me. But the nuns kind of look different but cannot figure why. The priest sits as the Islamic man goes and is said to be preparing a traditional outfit for me. The drink seems strong but I say nothing as the priest asks my thoughts about loyalty of women to their men or master and thoughts about feminine men.

Now I am not a small man, though not very large but have the effects. I ask why I am being asked when he says he knows I have man boobs. I have a stunned look as he talks about the spirits and then even beings up satanism. He tells me most look at it badly but it is more about spiritual stuff and freedom of choice. I finish my drink and my head is spinning as I am given another.

He asks me to take off my shirt to show my moobs. He walks over and rubs them and asks if I even felt feminine ,and it is like he knows. He tells me they are in tune with the spirits and says he knows I wonder but while look feminine would never pass as one. The second drink is like a drug as I listen to him. He tells me he knows I have a servants heart as well and would like to please everyone.

There is silence as he tells me to look around at the women. He asks if I can tell who is genetically female and who is not. Then he tells me I have the opportunity to discover what I have wondered as the other gentleman enters the room with some sort of traditional Muslim wear for a female.

I am guided to a room to put it on as it covers me. I look in a mirror and look like a woman. As I am looking a nun comes over and prays over me, but not in a traditional christian way as it almost seems satanic. She presses up against me and tells me to embrace it for the night. I am given instructions as to how to act as I will not speak and will do as the men tell me. It is like she is hypnotizing me as her words seem to go into my mind. I simply nod.

A couple of the others come in as the nun tells us its time to serve and I follow them as we bring the men food and prepare for some sort of party. Their is some sort of high ranking Islamic man and high priest there and I am guided to kneel next to the others.But there is also someone who seems like some sort of high Satanist as well. As the party goes on I am taken to a room and talked to as if I am a Muslim women and about how to serve the guests.

It is now late and they all sit around and do some sort of ritual before I am told to show them to the room. I go with two others and show them and then am taken by a nun into another adjoining room. She guides me to my knees as she wants to see if I am ready and lifts her robe to reveal her shecock. She uses it to lift the covering from my face and grabs my head. She then fucks my face to show dominance and see my submissiveness and tells me I am ready.

I am taken to the room where the three guests are and it is kind of dark but I can see the high priest and the Islamic high priest as two of the women are on their knees sucking them. I am scared and yet curious as the satanic priest calls me over and tells me his clothes wont remove themselves. I undress him as he is semi erect and asks if I like what I see. He tells me to hang his robe up and he follows me across the room.

As I hang it he pushes up against me from behind and I feel his cock against me. He tells me not to worry about gagging as for him it is about sodomy. He whispers in my ear as he days this is for his god as I feel him slide up under my garb. He tells me I must have an open mind as the others call for me to serve him properly.

He starts to chant, “Ave Satanas,” as he tells me to repeat with him After a couple times I feel his cock against my hole and he shoved up into me. He tells me it is not about looks as much as spirit as he shoves deeper and deeper.

I am on my toes and just about lifted as he takes me. He tells me to allow my body and mind to surrender as I almost go limp. He ducks me against the wall and eventually shoots deeps inside me and tells me to let it grow. I am then walked to the bed and sat and given another drink. It is even stronger as I wobble. The three finish and they call the nuns in.

I sit as they tell me I am now to be one of them and serve in the household and its times for them to make it so. I look up as they disrobe to show their shemale bodies to me and then one grabs my head and shoves her shecock down my throat.

Before I know it I am laid back on the bed in this wear as she mounts my face and fucks it. She then sits in a semi-sixty-nine position as she lifts my legs and tells the other its breeding time. I feel her slam into my open sticky hole and fuck me as the two kiss each other.I am fucked in both ends til they fill me and then get up and get dressed. I lay hoping it is done but feel horny.

The two who invited me there come into the room and ask if I feel feminine now and they call on some sort of spirits. I feel something come over me and get on all fours as they undress. One lifts my face covering and the other the bottom of my burka and they spit roast me. They tell me I am a good girl and will be reward regularly as they take me.

THE END