A guard came and told me to come with him. 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.
Nothing was said all the way home. In a way, I was happy
to be with my family. My grandmother looked like my
mother. That bought a tear to my eyes, as why could my mom
not accept that Satan was my master. In fact it was her
that gave me to Satan.
They lived in a farm house, and I was put in my mother’s
old room. Grandfather told me to stay in the room unless
it was time to eat, do chores or pray. He did not want to
see me or hear me. He kept on saying that I was the devils
whore and I had to be saved. It was obvious that he hated
me and this made me want him to like me. I tried being
good the first week, but I could see the hatred in his
eyes. This made me think that he was supposed to be a
Christian that should promote love. When I see the hatred
I his eyes, I would never have thought he was Christian.
Just a bitter old man that spread hatred.
Granny was different. She tried to make me happy. She
would ask what food I liked and she would ask how mum used
to be. I told her what she wanted to hear. I didn’t say
things about mum that would hurt her. Granny would smile
at me, until her husband seen her smile. Then she would
stop.
It was hard living in a house where I was hated. I began
to feel sorry for mom.
In my room, I took a crayon and drew a picture of Satan on
the wall. I needed someone in my life that needed me and
loved me. While I was locked in the room, I would pray to
Satan. I knew that he was not finished with me, and he
would protect me.
One day, Grandpa came in my room and seen the picture. I
smiled remembering how men in the child’s home looked at
it and then molested me and give their souls to the devil.
Granddad looked at it. It seemed like he was getting lost
in the picture. He then exploded, “what is this, a picture
of Satan--- in my house. This is not right and you should
have done what I said. You should have repented and asked
God for forgiveness. I was hoping this. But what happens
when I come in. I see a drawing of Satan in my house, and
you are sitting on the bed, showing me your panties trying
to seduce me. I am shocked that a 10 year old can be so
slutty. But I understand considering who you choose to be
your master. I will put a stop to this. You will no longer
live in my house. This house is only for God fearing
people. You will live with the animals. Come with me!”
I followed him to the small farmyard he had and he led me
to a kennel and told me to go in. He then told me to take
off all my clothes and if I felt like seducing people, I
could seduce Rex, a huge German Shepard that was in the
kennel. I begged him to let me out. I would be an angel
and denounce everything; I would be a saint and be what he
wants. The old man closed the door and said somethings
could not be redeemed.
I sat in a corner and it was cold. I hated that man!
Rex looked at me and flopped down again. I jumped as he
talked in a low deep voice telling me the master would not
like that I would denounce him. That was enough for me to
start to cry. I took some white limestone and drew a
picture of Satan on the wall. I should have taken a black
crayon as it did not look good in white. I spent an hour
telling Satan that I was sorry that I left him down. I
should accept the worse from man and know Satan would
always be there for me. I never cried so long.
Rex whispered that Satan forgives me, but I would be
punished. I would die at a time I most wanted to live. The
lime drawing became black and I knew I was forgiven.
Rex was on his side and told me I could thank him. I
stared at him and wondered what he meant, but then he was
on his side where I could see his dick. It was so pink and
shiny. I had to think, was it possible to please
animals? I leaned forward and kissed his dick. I
smiled and then put it in my mouth. I was now sucking a
dog’s dick. How perverted could I get? I didn’t mind
having a dog dick in my mouth. At least some one wanted
me. By now I was getting good to sucking a dick, and I
could see that Rex loved it. He was panting hard and soon
he put his doggy sperm in my mouth. It was so much. I
managed to swallow some of it.
I got to grown more in love with Rex.
Grandma came with some food later. She said she couldn’t
stay that long but was so sorry that I had to be locked in
a kennel under such humane conditions. She hoped I would
forgive them. I gave her a hug and she started crying. It
was then I realized that she was afraid of my granddad.
Again this was the Christian way of doing things.
On her way out, she told me the journalist that broke the
story about the child’s home visited to see how I was. She
was sent away by my granddad. I smiled as I thought she
was good at her job and could smell a story. I bet the
master was using her as a personal PR agent. Shame she did
not sneak around, she would have had a story of me being
locked in a kennel.
Being in a kennel was not that bad. Rex liked talking and
discussing things. He did not like humans that kept him
locked up. He was right. The kennel was smelly and small.
It had a window high up, so we could only see concrete
walls. The master was helping me endure this. The ability
to communicate with a dog was a great gift from him.
A few days later, grandpa opened the kennel himself. He
had a friend with him. Grandpa was boasting that he had a
Satanist girl locked up and I could very well be Satan’s
only child.
I blurted that a priest is my dad, only to be told to shut
up.
Grandpa’s friend was saying he did not understand how I
was a slut, as I looked so innocent. I smiled thinking
this was a compliment considering I was sitting there
naked. He asked granddad did he pimp me out. This shocked
the old man, who said no one will have sex with me. Time
in the kennel will purify me. I could see that the guest
was disappointed.
When they went, Rex said he will never understand people
that followed God. How would time in the kennel purify me?
This was not to speak about the fact that my granddad
treated me like a zoo animal and showed me off to his
friends. Where was the Christian passion and love here?
I told Rex that I loved him and respected him. I asked him
if he wanted to have sex. Rex did not have to think twice
and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did as
commanded and he jumped on my back. I could feel his claws
on my back but the scratched did not bother me. He poked
me with his dick over and over. At last he shoved it in-
He was not at all gentle. He fucked me so hard that my
body was going back and forth. I loved every second of it,
so I knew that this was just no revenge to grandpa. I
wanted this, even when he knotted me, which hurt.
I collapsed on the ground after, full of dog cum in me. I
was now a bitch. I could live in the kennel. There was
someone that I loved in here.
It was a long time since I was so happy. It was more than
Rex and I had sex like we were rabbits. Maybe it was
because I did not have to be around humans that were
hypocrites. I was deeply in love with Rex and many hours
were spent when I just laid on him and we did not say a
word, we were just together. Despite it was a prison, it
was peaceful.
The one thing was that Rex kept reminded was that I would
be punished when I was most happy. I did not understand
this as I was most happy now.
It was usually granny that came with food. She stood up to
granddad because he thought I should just eat dog food.
This was too much for her. She insisted that I could at
least get left overs.
One day, she came in with ice cream and said she had some
time to talk. I planned on telling her that I forgive her
for locking me up. However she was asking about the
picture of Satan I drew
“I do not understand why you follow Satan. You are
not an evil girl” she said.
“The master is not evil. He just thinks God is weak and
God screws with our minds.”
“I think you need to get to know God better”
“I can see what people that believe in God does. Like a
priest that is my father and I never met him, or grandpa
locking me in here. What about God making us afraid to do
things because we are so afraid to sin. My master says
that we have freedom as long as we do not hurt people.”
“Just like the people who are in prison because you
flirted with and had sex with?”
“What was wrong with that, they liked it”
Grandma sighed and told me that people do see the good in
me. The journalist woman was here again and looking for
me. She said I was a good girl that was confused. Grandma
agreed. She had to go, but said that she forgives me for
being a Satanist and still loved me, although she hoped
the phase would be over soon.
When she went, I crawled to the corner of the kennel and
started crying a lot. I could not believe that grandma
forgave me. I knew she had nothing to forgive me for, but
the fact that she forgave me was hard. It showed me that
God fearing people were not that bad. I must have cried
for hours.
I fell asleep in a pool of tears
In the middle of the night, there was a sudden storm that
woke Rex and me. It was raining very hard and there was
thunder and lightning. I experienced storms in my short
life, but this storm was very bad. It seemed to get worse
and worse, like the storm was just outside the window.
Rex whispered saying “It is time now”.
The ground shook and somehow lighting went through the
small window and hit the statue of Satan I drew. Then
there was an earthquake that forced a crack to go up along
the walls and the door to be blown open. I looked and seen
the journalist lady standing there. She yelled that she
found me and to come with her before the storm would kill
me. I ran and gave her a hug.
Then I looked back. The picture of Satan moved from the
wall and it was like it was stretching and becoming 3d as
the lightning hit it. I told the journalist that I could
not go with her. I broke away from her and knelt down
before Satan.
He sat down and lifted me on him. He lowered me on his
cock as he told the journalist woman to tell the whole
word what she was seeing. I was now in both pain and
ecstasy as his cock was buried in me. He started fucking
my little pussy saying that he waited a long time for
this. I couldn’t speak as his cock was filling me in a way
I never experienced before. I never moaned and groaned as
much as his cock went in and out. I was shaking and
getting one orgasm after another. At the end, the beast
roared and I felt my insides becoming full with Satan’s
baby juice.
I collapsed to the floor and didn’t even notice the
journalist ran for her life.
The next few days, I was sore and didn’t move or say much.
Grandma begged Grandpa to let me in because she thought I
was sick. However grandpa just tied me on a leash to a
pole while he repaired the door that was blown down.
I was once again locked in the kennel and I was not happy.
I was getting sick every day and my body was hurting more
and more. Rex even commented he didn’t want to have sex
with me, because I looked so sick. This worried my
grandma, but grandpa refused to let a doctor come. He
considered me evil, so he thought it would be ok if I just
died. The world would be safer and his embarrassment would
be over
At last Granny persuaded him to invite one of his old
friends. He was a vet. He didn’t seem all that shocked to
find me in a kennel and proceeded to poke me all over. He
took his time checking my pussy and grandpa was not
surprised when the vet told him I was not a virgin. In
fact he said I was pregnant. I don’t remember seeing
grandfather cursing and calling me every bad name there
was.
I fainted.
How could I be pregnant, I was only 10 and still flat
chested. I only had sex with the dog and Satan. Rex must
have known what I was thinking as he whispered that dogs
cannot make me pregnant. This meant only thing, that I had
Satan’s baby in me. I was too young to be a mother. I was
too young to be pregnant.
Grandpa was furious. He wondered who the dad was. Was it
someone that I snuck in? Was it the dog? Then he even
concluded it was Satan himself. If I ever had a chance of
being loved by him, it was gone now. He called me names
such as Satan’s slut. Whore, cum dump and whatever he
could think about. I ended up sitting in the corner if he
came, as if I came too close to him, he would slap me. I
was afraid of the baby in me. Grandpa even started coming
with a shot gun. He said that he was afraid of the evil
around and in me.
One day he came with a bishop. Someone high from the
church. Grandpa told the bishop that I was sold to the
devil and now one of his whores. The bishop was also told
that I was pregnant and only 10. Grandpa wanted to know
what he should do.
The bishop looked into my eyes and I sensed that he had a
hard on but I could not see it. He told grandpa to kill
the baby, as we could not take a chance on having Satan’s
child in the world.
Grandpa lifted his shot gun, and mumbled we might as well
do it now. He said he would kill me as well so Satan did
not use me again. I looked at things going slow motion.
Grandpa pointing the gun at me
The bishop making the sign of the cross
Grandpa pressing the trigger
A bullet coming out towards me
A big ball of fur suddenly in front of me and
landing to the floor.
Things sped up and Rex was now in front of me, lying down
in a growing pool of blood. With pain in his voice, he
said so everyone could hear and understand, “Bishop, you
cannot kill this girl. When you were a young priest, you
had sex with a young woman. This girl is your daughter…
ouuuu…… I cannot protect you further.”
The bishop was white as he could see the truth I was his
daughter. Rex took his last breath. The two men left,
leaving me in tears.
I was afraid the next few months, especially as my stomach
grew more and more. I loved the unborn child and wanted to
protect it. However Grandpa said I would be sacrificed
just before I gave birth
Several months later, I heard a voice, “Remember I said
you will be punished when you most want to be alive… the
time is soon”
I started getting pains and contractions. Granny heard me
screaming and was beside me for several hours while the
contractions went and came. Giving birth was very painful
and even the word pain does not explain it. I felt like
someone was stabbing me and I felt like I was being split
into two. Granny said I was losing a lot of blood. I
didn’t have energy to talk.
To make things worse, grandpa comes in with a knife. He
hovers over me and lifts the knife and was about to stab
me. He said it’s time to defeat Satan and his slut and
started reciting a prayer.
Granny started shouting, saying he was a bitter man unable
to love. She raised the shotgun and shot her husband. He
fell to the ground as my baby’s head was now out.
I gave birth to a boy. He looked human and did not have
horns or hoofs. The only defect he had was a skin mark
behind his ear that looked like 666. I smiled as was now a
mom to a lovely healthy boy.
Granny was crying not just because she was a murderer, but
she said I lost too much blood.
I was happy, but ever so tired. I wanted to sleep, even
though granny kept saying not to fall asleep. I couldn’t
help her.
I closed my eyes and heard my son crying before. I saw my
mother in a white light. I took her hand and left my body.
Everything went black.
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