I stabbed my dead mom over and over.
An hour later, two policewomen came in the door. They saw
stone statues 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 police
women tried to cover my nakedness.
I was not afraid. I knew Lucifer had more work for me to
do
The press was in a frenzy, saying that mum was a Satanist
and I was lucky that I survived the cult. It made me smile
that the truth was too much for the media. They said I was
brainwashed as a Satanist and I was abused and raped over
and over. I am sure millions of people were crying when
they read this. At the same time, I was sure that millions
had me in their dreams wishing they had a chance to rape
me. Even without trying, I was corrupting more and more
people
I tried to set things right at the court hearing. I told
them I gave my soul to Satan and he adopted me. I told
them my job was to corrupt the world. I seduced people and
killed my own mother after she did not respect my father.
I told the judge that my dad was Satan. The judge told
everyone to be stroked from the record. The judge told
people that I have been traumatised by my mom and the cult
and have been brainwashed.
Just as the judge was to give his judgement, a priest
started shouting to kill Satan’s whore. He took out a big
huge golden knife and waved it around while he ran towards
me. I looked at the prosecutor and looked straight in his
eyes while I spread my legs. I whispered to save me. The
prosecutor looked very confused and I could see he started
sweating. I kept repeating the words to save me, as the
prosecutor’s eyes went blank and the mad priest was coming
closer. The prosecutor was in a daze as he sprang in front
the golden dagger and fought with the priest. The priest
stabbed the prosecutor, but this gave the security guards
a chance to capture the police.
I smiled as I knew he would spend his life in a padded
cell. I bet God was stamping his feet.
After the commotion, the judge said I was a victim and a
sad case. He ordered that I was to stay at a secure child
home until it was determined that I was safe for society.
I suddenly realized that they were going to lock me up and
throw away the key. The innocent girl I once was shown
herself. I was no longer Satan’s daughter, I remembered
when I was good and I started to cry. I begged mom to
forgive me. The guards took me away and led me to the
secure house. When the nun there seen me, she sighed, “is
this the Satanist girl, she does not seem so dangerous.
The poor girl is crying. Do not worry child, God lives
here and he will protect you. Remember to pray!”
I walked into my room and the nun closed the door advising
me to get unpacked and used to my new home. There was a
bed, a wardrobe, a small desk and a wooden cross. I
flopped myself on the bed and cried. I missed my mom. I
couldn’t believe that I killed her. Was I crazy? I looked
around to see if my mom would appear.
There was nothing.
But a knock at the door… mommy?
It was a skinny young woman that begged to come in. She
told me she snuck in and begged me not to scream- she was
a journalist and just wanted to talk to me. She sat on my
bed and seen tears in my eyes. She told me I did not look
like a Satanist. I explained that it was like the devil
was in my head. He told me what to think and what to do.
He was the one that made me do evil things. I hoped he
would never come back again.
There was a noise behind us and we turned around to see
the cross fell so now it was upside down. A voice came in
my head telling me that I had given my mind, soul and body
to him. He told me it was cute I was fighting it, but it
was too late. I was his and always will be, as my
offspring would be his. I could feel the little girl voice
in me screaming and calling for mother. I told the girls
voice in my head to shut up and remember that she killed
her mother. I stared at the upside down cross as I felt my
brain become lighter and darker. Satan was calling me back
to him.
“Yes Master”
The journalist asked me what I said. I looked down in my
hands and suddenly there was a black crayon in it. I
looked at the woman and told her to go, she was wasting my
time. She hesitated and I whispered, “If I was you, I
would rush home, as your boyfriend is about to fuck the
paperboy”
She called me crazy. She called me brat.
When she was gone, I drew a picture of Satan on the wall
with the black crayon. I usually could never draw
anything, but it’s like someone was telling my hands where
to draw. At the end, the drawing looked just like the old
statue I used to adore at home. I went on my knees adoring
the image of Satan and listening to his commands, as my
mind went more and more blank. The little innocent girl’s
screams could no longer be heard. The old me was now dead.
I went to explore the house. The doors were locked and the
windows were barred. I went to the TV room where 3 boys
and two girls were watching some cartoons. The boys
started teasing me, saying that I was Satan’s bitch. They
asked things like did I really have sex with my teacher.
They continued by saying I probably spread my legs for
Satan. If they wanted me to cry, then they were going to
be disappointed.
I went in front of the largest boy, and asked was he
afraid of me. Everyone stopped teasing me as I lowered
myself to my knees and fished out his teen dick. They
stared as I whispered and admitted I was Satan’s whore and
I would now make him happy, because Satan loved him. I
spent the next 5 minutes with his small dick in my mouth.
The others were in shock, telling me this was against
rules and I was a slut. I didn’t mind, his dick tasted
good and it was not dangerous. I was a good cocksucker and
getting better. The boy enjoyed it a lot and after a bit
was praising Satan. I smiled as he knew this was a gift
from Satan, and the gift I got was his cum in my mouth. I
left him sitting on a chair in a daze.
I was leaving the room as I heard another boy asking the
girls for a blowjob. They both shouted no and said it was
evil and disgusting.
I sighed and went back on my knees.
My stomach was now full of teen baby juice, so I walked
back to my room. I wanted to tell my dad (Satan) what I
done and see if he was proud of me. I was so shocked when
I saw the janitor there. He was washing the picture of
Satan off the wall. I started yelling and crying and he
took me and lifted me on the bed. He explained that he was
told to wash it off, and we were not allowed to draw on
the walls.
I sat beside him on the bed and told him he had a sad
life. He was not respected at work. He owed lots of money
because he gambled. He had on big secret and that was that
he was in love with his sister and maybe it’s a punishment
from God that their daughter was handicapped.
The Janitor looked at me with a strange expression of
surprise and fear. He obviously wanted to know how I knew
his best kept secret.
I used the next half hour was telling him that no one
should judge him. Years of being judged and trying to keep
a secret has made him weak. There was no such thing as
sin, as sin was a man-made invention to suppress others. I
told him that Satan was the one that loved him and wanted
him to be in his family. I don’t know what the janitor was
thinking, I could see that he was listening and staring
into my eyes. A whisper said to me that his mind is being
cleansed and he was starting to accept who his new master
was.
He asked how can he please Satan?
The drawing that he washed off the wall started to come
back. The janitor was amazed and said he will give his
soul, body and mind to Satan.
He then looked at me and muttered there is no such thing
as a sin. He quickly took off my clothes and started
feeling me all over. I looked at the drawing of Satan and
nodded my head. The fact that the janitor was about to use
my body was his baptism. He lifted me on his lap and
started kissing me while he nearly ripped off my clothes.
To be honest, I was tired after sucking all the boys, but
this was a deal for Satan that had to be completed. He
moaned as his eyes and hands devoured my naked body. He
praised how smooth it was as well as how he liked I was
nowhere near puberty. He lowered me to my back and spread
my legs. He remembered the first time that he started
molesting his sister, when she was a little girl.
Now he had me. The difference is I came with a price. His
soul!
He started licking my pussy and I smiled and moaned as
this always gave me great feelings. Then he put a pillow
under me and took his cock out. He jabbed my pussy several
times with his dick, but seemed not to go in. He tried to
make an excuse saying my pussy was small. Of course it
was, as I was a child. He spread my legs as far as he
could and finally he was able to put it in. He pushed it
with a huge moan. I smiled as I felt his stiff cock going
in me. I knew that he now made a choice whom he would
follow. The bed creaked as he kept pumping me and filling
me more and more. I started to moan and groan and beg him
to fill me with seed. We were both sweating when he let
out a huge moan and I felt his warm baby juice fill me up.
He didn’t look at me but started putting his clothes on.
He told me he never felt so alive, so powerful…. And now
he would go home and molest his handicapped daughter.
I didn’t move. I put the pillow over my head and tried
speaking with my mum. Why did she give me to the devil?
Why did I have to corrupt everyone? What about his
daughter? She would be hurt when he molested her. I was in
tears but quickly became frightened when the room started
shaking. I sat up in the bed and stared at Satan on the
wall. I heard a voice, “Why is it so hard for you to let
me do the thinking for you. You are the chosen girl. You
will go down in history. You have agreed to this.
Give your mind to me. Admit what you are”
I was in a daze when my cell phone rang and I picked it up
and I said, “I am the devils angel, his whore”. Then I
snapped back to reality
It was the journalist, she told me her name was Neveah.
She said she wanted to know how I knew her boyfriend was
screwing the young newspaper boy. I didn’t answer. Then
she told me that she left him and now she wanted to help
me. I did not answer. She continued and said she wanted to
help me. It was time that I stopped believing in Satan and
believing I was his sex toy. She asked a priest to come by
and speak with me. I sighed and told her it would not
help. But she could visit me in two days, the priest will
be here.
I hung up. I may have been in doubt. But Satan controlled
me and even the way I thought. I went to sleep.
The next day, I was eating breakfast with the others. The
boys were treating me like I was some celebrity. They
wanted to sit next to me and try to make me very happy. Of
course I knew what they wanted. They wanted me to please
their dicks like I done the day before. The girls on the
other hand were treating me like I was some disease. They
thought I was a slut and a whore. There was only one
answer to this; the voice in my mind was saying to make
them the same.
We had some classes and they were allowed outside to play.
The boys thought I would take them into the bush and take
care of them there. However I had other business to. I
went over to wear the girls sat. They were talking about
some teen idol and how sexy he was. When they saw me, they
became very quiet.
I started to speak with them and tell them that I knew
what they thought of me. I admitted I was a whore and a
slut and even a cum dump. This caused their jaws to drop
as I told them there was nothing wrong in letting boys and
men play with you. I asked them if we were not born to
please men, then why we were born with pussies and sexual
feelings? After all they were just saying how sexy a
teen star was. I told them it did not hurt to do sex and
was quite fun. I shut my mouth and let it sink in.
Then one girl whispered she wanted to hear more. I told
them to follow me.
I was now with two girls that were in shock when they saw
the drawing of Satan on my wall. One of the girls said it
moved. They both stared at Satan. I knew that it was time
to brainwash them. I told them that Satan is real and he
was not weak. God was very weak, in fact so weak that he
no longer wanted to help the world. I asked them how God
could be so mean in the Old Testament and so nice in the
new one? I told them that Satan wants them to take care of
and if they accepted him, they would be on the powerful
team.
As I was saying this, I heard a knock on the door. It was
the priest. It seemed like he heard everything I was
saying. I told the girls to go out and think about what I
said.
The priests name was Father Christopher. He sat down on my
bed and looked at the picture and sighed. He told me I was
playing very dangerous. He explained that God was very
alive and he wanted us in his family. He wanted me back
and he wanted me to do well in this life, to help others.
I looked in Christopher’s eyes and made sure my legs were
spread so he could see my panties. I asked him if God
wanted to be my friend, why did he not come himself? Why
did he send some low ranking priest? The only comment the
priest was that he could see I was very mature.
I told him that following Satan was not bad, as when
people followed God, they were worried if they did
something right or wrong. Their conscience destroyed their
lives. Satan did not believe in sin. The only evil was
when people hurt others for no reason. Life was a gift and
should be enjoyed. The priest was silent and looked at the
drawing more closely. It seemed like he was speaking with
the statue as he nodded once in a while.
He then told me he had to go, but when would be a good
time to see me. I gave him a kiss on the nose and told him
that he seen the light. I told him Satan would help him to
become the Pope. I also said that he wouldn’t have to
listen to God. He could think that the altar boys were
cute and even give them his own holy seed. I then
whispered in his ear that my mom had sex with a priest
that was a bishop now. I then told him that if he wanted
to use my body, he could. However it could not be now as
the nuns here were not hidden somewhere praying. He could
visit the next day
He slowly went towards the door and looked back. I nodded
my head without him even asking a question and told him
there were 3 sexy boys here. He would also meet them. He
told me he doubted he would come back and whispered that I
needed an exorcist.
The next day everything was normal. After supper, I was
washing the dishes after supper. I went back to my room
and found the other children there. They were staring at
Satan on the wall. It was a beautiful site, as I could see
that they were all smiling as if they were speaking with
us. The older girl told me that they all have devoted
themselves to their new master, and they all knew what
they had to do.
The youngest boy said he was not gay, but he knew what he
had to do
The janitor was at the door and entered. He asked what
they waiting for. The children took his clothes off and
started playing with him, and letting him play with them.
It must have been strange for the janitor that had six
children all over him.
He was taking the younger girls virginity when we heard
another voice. It was Father Christopher. He was taking
his clothes off as he said it was a lovely site. Within no
time, my bed was full of two men exploring all our bodies.
The older boy was taking special care of the priest’s
dick, and yes, the priest took the boys virginity.
Then we heard some screaming and shocked voices. It was
the three nuns. They just looked at their priest, with his
cock up a young boys bum. The priest told them to join the
celebration of life and take off their clothes. The nuns
were in shock and stood there. They were soon in a daze
when they were staring at Satan on the wall. Two of the
nuns took off their clothes and one nun ran.
I never felt so many hands over me. There was no room on
the bed, and people were now using pillows on the floor.
The priest sounded a small bit worried, as he asked did
the nun ran to call the police. His holy juice was now in
the boys bum. The nun came back. She was naked, but had a
strap on cock on.
The orgy continued for an hour, however it was stopped
when there was a few flashes in the window. It was Neveah,
the journalist. She took the picture as the priest was
fucking me and I had the younger boys cock in my mouth.
The next day, the child’s home was front page news. The
Catholic Church was once again in a sex scandal. Nuns and
an unnamed priest were involved in the abuse of six
children. The country was in an uproar and felt sorry for
the children, especially me, that people remembered
slightly about the child that had a Satanist for a mum.
The children were put in a very strict child jail. I was
kept in isolation most of the time. I knew they were
afraid of me. I hated being in there and asked my master
was this his plan for me?
The janitor was arrested and would be spending life in
jail. He would no longer see his daughter. This was
something she did not understand, as she was not mentally
there. It was a huge news story, as it was shown he
married his sister. People called him a pervert. He
molested his sister, his daughter and us. I am sure his
bum was used a lot in prison.
The Catholic Church was in panic. They moved the nuns to
some secluded convent in Asia. They would spend the rest
of their lives in a nun’s cell praying for repentance,
while remembering how good it was.
Father Christopher was moved to another country and
parish. No one there knew who he was. The experience
changed him. No altar boy would ever be safe again and he
was moved many times.
The other children were sent to foster homes, but when
potential parents heard about my past, they ran the other
way. People were afraid of me. Some knew I killed my mum,
others could see my black heart.
Was there any hope?
One day while I was asking my master to help me, a guard
came and told me to come. There was an old man and an old
woman standing there. I was told they were my
grandparents. So these were the people that disowned my
mom when she became pregnant and refused to help her when
we were homeless
I was told I would now be living with them. It couldn’t be
all that bad. Grandmother was smiling as she took my bag.
Grandpa didn’t smile; he told her I could carry my own
bag.
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