devils angel 1
This is the story of how it all happened. How the dark forces won the world, and how everyone welcomed it. Before this, the world was a grey world. A world where there was good and evil. There was a constant fight between this darkness and light. Most people wanted the light to win. It was frowned upon when people did bad things. Despite this, the dark side was present. There were thousands of laws to keep people happy and good.
I lived with my mother. Her name was Lizzy. She was a devout Catholic. She prayed more than the pope himself and knew everything that was good and what a Catholic should do. She had me when she was 15. My dad was a priest, who abused and raped her. My Mom did not get an abortion, as it was against her religion. However I ruined her chances of being a nun and dedicating her life to God.
I am Beth, and considering my dad was a priest, then I was made by holy seed. Mom used to call me an angel because of this. She raised me in the catholic faith and I did everything that I was supposed to do. We lived alone, and mom had several jobs, and we were dirt poor. But we were happy. Mom got no help from her parents. They hated her after she was pregnant at 15 and did not believe a priest done it. They wanted her to live in a kennel. My mother prayed until she finally ran away.
Satan himself found my mother, and he knew that I was a product of holy seed. He slowly started to influence my mother, by doing small things. He kept on asking her if she would give herself to him. Mommy was a good Catholic and said never. He tried this until I was 9, offering everything to her, but she said no every time. God must have been proud. Mommy was a good Catholic and was winning. Fame nor money could not corrupt her.
When I was 9, Lucifer did something that meant Momma lost her job. This means we were living off of nothing. Mommy did what she could to get us something to eat and pay the bills for the house. She even asked her own parents. They told her she could come home and work on the farm, but she was not allowed to take me. We ended living in a car. The worst came when mom was told a social worker would be coming to take me away from her.
Satan must have been smiling, because he came and spoke with mom. He teased her a bit about living in the back of the car and that I would be taken away by some social worker. Mom looked at him and then she must have gone crazy, “Remember you offered me wealth if I gave myself to you?” she said as she moved closer to Satan. He just laughed and told her it was too late. She tried to snuggle against him and even reached out for his cock. I don’t understand why. He had the body of a man, but his legs were hooves and his head looked like a horse’s head, with horns. He also had a tail. His cock was huge and red. I was tired so I closed my eyes. But I could hear the devil speaking with Mommy.
“I do not want you. I want your daughter and her child.”
“I can’t give her to you!”
“Well, in fact you can. You can give me permission to try and get her soul and make her mine. I want her to be my whore. I want her to work for me. I want her to beg me to take her soul.”
“You want my 9 year old to be a whore? How can I ever allow that? How could I ever allow her to give her soul to you?”
“That is up to you. She will be a whore at some stage. She will learn how to love cock. She will learn what her body is for. You do not have to agree, however this means she will just be taken from you. The alternative is that you will never have to worry about money again, and you can keep her.”
“I- I agree.”
Of course, I slept through all this. Even if I listened, I wouldn’t have understood a word of it.
The next day, I woke up and I found myself in a bed. This was strange; how did we get from a car to a bed? I got up and walked around the house. I was only wearing panties. The house was an old Victorian house. It looked old. It was a bit weird as there were crosses that were upside down. There was also a statue of a strange goat man that was in the car. This statue also had a huge boy’s thing sticking out. I walked in front of the statue. There was a kneeling thing before it. I didn’t kneel but looked at the statue. He looked powerful and strong. It was like he was speaking to me to be his. I reached out to touch his long thing, but at the last minute, I took my hand away. It was too rude to do.
Mommy told me that he is the devil. Lucifer himself. She no longer prayed to God, but prayed to him. I didn’t think much about this except when I heard at school he is supposed to be so evil. Mommy said that this was not true, as look at what he has given us. I could see her point. When she prayed to God, we lived in a car. Some things they say at school were a bit weird. Like they said that women that had sex with many men were whores, and that was a sin and bad and what not. Mom was a whore as she had men every night that paid her. She was happy and so were the men that visited her. No one was hurt.
A year later I was a happy girl. I was now 10. I didn’t mind praying to Satan and being a whore. There was something magical about the statue of Satan. Every time I saw him I felt like I was changing, like my mind was changing. I didn’t want to but at the same time I did.
One night, I was trying to sleep. I never really prayed anymore. I was turning around in the bed looking for a good position. Then I heard this voice, “It is time we train you. Your mother promised that I can train you. Of course you may not like it. That makes no difference. I think you are the sexiest 10 year old I have seen. I think you will love serving me and you will even end up offering yourself to me and want to have my baby.”
I looked around and could not see anyone. I banged my head a few times with my fists. I thought I was going crazy. The voice continued, “Your mother is a whore. She opens her mouth and pussy and ass for men. They pay her to cum in her. In doing this, they are paying homage to me. You will now be a whore for me. You will open your mouth, your pussy and your ass for men. Society forbids this… for now. In sperming in you, they will move closer and closer to me. You will make the world a better place for paedophiles. I think at the end, you will love cocks and even crave them. You will be my mistress. Until then, get used to what you are… a whore.”
I was no longer stupid. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I should have felt disgusted, but I felt weird sensations through my body. I reached below, feeling my hairless pussy, and ended up sticking a finger in. Satan said I was to be a whore. I felt weird sensations going through my body as my finger ploughed in and out. I wondered if it felt like this when I was a whore. If it did, I shouldn’t fight against it.
A few days went by after this dream. I looked at all of Mommy’s men coming in to use her holes. I was waiting for men to come to me. The thought made me often shake. Would it hurt? Would I like it? Would God kill me? Did I care if God cared? Did I have to do what Satan wanted? I could have been God’s angel. I went out and looked at the statue of Satan and I suddenly felt better. I didn’t have to think and it felt like I was on a cloud.
It was a Friday. I was finished at school. No one really liked me at school, because they thought I was too provocative. Mommy liked me to have clothes that showed lots of skin. Most of them showed my belly, and I had shorts that were shorter than panties. Most of my clothes were tight. I looked like a slut. I have been called it enough times that I knew what it meant. I never thought about the clothes I wore. Momma wore them too, so why should it be bad?
On my way home, I went for a walk through the church. I looked at the cross on it and wondered if God was more powerful than Satan was. Then I wondered why there were so my bad things. Why did we have to sleep in the car? I looked at the cross and understood why mum prayed to Satan. Most likely it was Satan that was good and God that was bad. Imagine all those people praying to a god that only wants to screw them.
We were not allowed to go through the woods behind the church. They said it was haunted. I heard this voice in my head tell me it was time to be trained. So I walked in the forest. It was very dense. A lot of the plants looked like vines that were growing all over the place. The trees were mega tall, so you could not see the sunlight. I think many of the girls would have been afraid. I wasn’t afraid. I slept in a car once; what can be scarier than that?
As I was looking around, I felt these vines wrap around my legs. They dragged me to the ground. I was on my back as some more wines held my hands. I was struggling to get free but they were too strong. More vines appeared and they started ripping my clothes off. I was afraid now. I was in the middle of the woods and I was naked. I started screaming but knew no one would hear me. A large vine appeared and I could see that it looked like a huge dick, especially the top. I started screaming again, but the dick vine just plunged down in my mouth. My lips were stretched as it filled my mouth. It started going in and out and I could hear this voice saying not to use my teeth and to play with it with my tongue. I started doing this, and after a few minutes I didn’t mind it being in my mouth.
The voice kept on calling me a cocksucker and saying it was time to lose my virginity. I saw another dick vine appear and it suddenly dived into my pussy. It hurt at the start; I wanted to scream but I had this dick thing in my mouth. I felt like the plant was splitting me into two! I begged for the vine to stop, but it just started going in and out. It was hard to think as the dicks were in my mouth and pussy. Then the dick in my mouth suddenly stopped and it flooded my mouth with its baby juice. I choked and spit it out. I could hear the voice sighing and saying I should not spit it out. I was now breathing hard as I felt the plant’s cock come back in my mouth. This time I was used to the taste, but it hurt my jaw still and my mouth felt numb as it kept going in and out. I felt a pain and wanted to scream but I was plugged. My mind was going numb and this voice asked me if I would devote myself to Satan, and give him my body and soul. As the plant’s sperm flooded my body from all sides, I said yes to Lucifer.
When I came home, Mom saw the mess that I was in. She was upset and mad. She shook me and told me that I was an angel and God’s angel. She tried lifting the statue of Satan, but couldn’t. She screamed that it had to go, as it was controlling my mind and corrupting it. She couldn’t lift the statue. She collapsed to the floor. She was crying, “It is my fault; I gave you to Satan. Now he controls your mind and your body. He has brainwashed you. He has groomed you!”
I got mad, and went to my room. I decided that I would give myself to Satan. He did not control my mind, or groom me. I know what you are all thinking. How could I be so stupid and not see it. Would you?
The next day, I was at school. I was wearing a miniskirt and a crop top. I was about to go to school when I looked at the statue of Satan. I went into a daze and just stared at him. I heard a voice saying, “Teacher… first victim… seduce and damn him.”
The statue must be talking about my teacher. He was new and had just earned his teaching degree. He was young and quite cute. I saw him in the hallway and was proud that he would give his soul to Satan. The whispers of the statue went through me. I was not going to be a slut and throw it at the teacher. I was smiling and hoping I would please my new master. I didn’t even realize that the other children were calling me slut and whore. At least until the teacher told them there was nothing wrong with me.
After class, he told me to stay behind. He told me that the other children teased because I showed too much skin. I liked the way he stammered and blushed when he said this. I looked straight in his eyes and whispered that he liked me this way. I knew what he wanted and he could have it. He just stared at me as his hands started going up my thighs. He told me that his mind was going blank. I smiled as I knew my body was taking over his mind. He stripped me naked and told me to suck his dick. I got on my knees and slowly put it me, making sure it got lots of licking and kisses. I then started moving back. I heard him moaning more and more and he was complaining that I was a witch and brainwashed him. I wanted to giggle thinking it was too late, his dick was in my mouth and his soul was now mine. I gagged a bit when he started cumming in my mouth.
He called me a cocksucker and told me to get out. I smiled as I looked back and saw his head on the desk, crying.
When I came home my mother was holding rosary beads and she said she could see I was doing the devil’s work. She told me to repent. The statue looked at her and whispered. “You’re daughter slut was born innocent. It was you that sold her and allowed me to mould her mind. It is too late now!”
It was the weekend and I thought that I could relax and see if I could seduce the teacher the following week. However the doorbell rang. Mom called me down to the sitting room and told me that this policeman wanted to speak with me.
I went down wearing hot pants and a trainer bra, even though I was very flat. I skipped out and saw a policeman. He was wearing an old suit and it was wrinkled. He wasn’t shaven. I bet he was a lonely man that needed some sex. I heard the statue’s voice telling me he was next. The words kept going around in my head and were becoming louder and louder. It was only when I said yes that the voice calmed down.
The policeman opened his pad, and explained that there was someone at the school that saw me sucking a teacher. He gave a small speech about this, saying how bad it was for a teacher to have me suck him. He warned that the teacher would be punished but he needed me to confirm this. I rose up and walked over to him, stripping as I walked slowly. By the time I reached him, I was naked. I told him the teacher loved my body and wanted to join Lucifer’s family. The police officer was now sweating and whimpered that’s all he needed to know. I was a bit surprised when my mom asked if he wanted to fuck me. I looked at her and could see she was blank and I knew Satan was controlling her mind.
The police officer did not say anything. He lifted me on the sofa and took down his trousers. I smiled as his cock was already big. He didn’t say a word besides telling mom that her daughter was a slut. He bent down and started to lick my pussy. It felt so good; it was like electricity was hitting my body. Then with a grunt, he pressed his cock in my pussy. I let out a yelp and looked at the ceiling when he pounded in and out. I looked towards the statue. The man was grunting and I was moaning. The statue was smiling. I knew that Satan was happy. The policeman spermed in me and then sat in the sofa.
I was exhausted. He looked at mum “You are just as bad as me. You let your daughter be a slut.” Mum was crying as well, and for the first time in a while, she was praying to God. I sighed and told her it was too late for that and went over and kissed Satan on his dick.
I found out later that the policeman committed suicide.
The next week I had sex every day. It was part of my life now. The teacher was arrested and everyone knew why. This meant the other girls knew I was a slut. The older boys liked it and wanted to have sex with me. I only allowed them if they hailed Satan and promised to be one of Lucifer’s children.
I even had sex with the principal. His dick was small. He started by telling me I was brainwashed and something is controlling my mind. Then I started preaching about Satan, and how he wanted us to be free. Sin was man-made, not natural. Sex was not bad. God was so weak he never allowed us to do anything. We ended up having sex. If you walk in his office now, you will see a small upside-down cross behind a plant.
Mom cried every time she saw me. Once when I came home, she told me to repent for my sins and be God’s angel again. She reminded me that my dad was a priest. I was made from holy sperm. I just went over to the statue and once again worshipped it by kissing its dick.
This must have made my mom angry. She gathered all her strength and this time, she managed to knock the statue to the ground. It broke into 1,000 pieces. I was mad for a few seconds but as I saw the statue in pieces, I felt something in my mind leaving me. I started to cry as I realized that I allowed myself to be a whore of Lucifer. I cried as I remembered all the people I corrupted and had sex with. I was only 10! God would never forgive me.
There was some black smoke rising from the statue pieces. Mom was happy as she saw she seen her angel back. The melted statue now looked like the plant I had seen in the woods once. It was a cock plant. The vines of the plant pulled my clothes off. Some vines held mom. I cried as I saw the dicks. I asked mom to help me. I told her I loved her. I asked God to help me.
15 minutes later, one of the dicks exploded in my pussy and the other dick squirted in my mouth. The plant’s sperm was black. Mom screamed as she saw my veins go black. She told me that the devil is taking my body and will control how I act and think. She said my eye irises were no longer green, but black.
I was back. I looked at the pieces of the statue and said I would no longer be weak. There was a broken stone there that looked like a knife.
I looked at my mother and told her she was no longer needed. I asked why God did not help us. Is it because he is too weak or he does not care? I raised the knife as my mom reminded me I just said I loved her. It was too late. I mumbled some words worshipping Lucifer and saying I would sacrifice my mum for him.
I plunged the knife in her.
13 times!
Mum died and a light came from her body. She stood above me as an angel. She had tears in her eyes. “You have been adopted by Lucifer. Fight and set yourself free. Repent. God will forgive you. You have murdered me. I want you to know I forgive you!”
I stabbed my dead mom over and over.
An hour later, two policewomen came in the door. They saw the broken stone on the ground, and a pool of blood. They saw my mom dead on the floor. I was naked. I was not crying. I was stabbing my mother.
The police women put me in cuffs. The only thing they said was that it was so sad.
The press was outside taking pictures of me. The policewomen tried to cover my nakedness.
I was not afraid. I knew Lucifer had more work for me to do.
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