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Back to Hell 1 - Peter's Verdict
I was a man that was respected in my life. I had a wife
and children that have grown up to be very successful. I
had a good marriage. I had a good job. I was financially
secure. It was time to retire and enjoy the last years of
my life.
I was just after celebrating my retirement at the hotel
with some girl I paid to come and pleasure me
I was now going back to my wife. There was no sex life
left in my marriage. It was just a friendship. She knew I
had affairs, she just didn’t know how young my affairs
were. Or if she did, she turned a blind eye towards my
many young lovers. I smiled, as I thought no work to
disturb me now. No pressures. I can just devote all my
time to my secret lusts.
My mind was in a daydream, thinking about the future
ahead of me. The suddenly I felt a pain that I never felt
before and everything went black and then silence. There
was no pain and there were no feelings. It was only
blackness.
The next thing I knew was that was sitting on a huge
cloud. I was on a chair and all I could see below were
blue skies. Ahead of me was an old man with a white beard
and a white robe. He was sitting behind his own desk.
Behind him were two golden gates. OK, this is just too
much. It is like you would see in a Hollywood film. I
pinched myself and that hurt. I tried to get of the chair,
but the man with the beard said in a loud voice:
Saint Peter (P): My name is Peter. I wouldn’t stand up if
I were you. It’s a long way down. Let me explain what is
happening. You are dead. It is my job to see if you are
going to heaven or if you are going to hell. You will
notice that there is a TV on the cloud over there. This is
evidence and will show some events in your life.
Me (M): How did I die?
P: When you were thinking of little girls, a bus drove
over you.
M: How unoriginal.
P: Yes. Well now you’re dead, and looking over your life,
things do not look good.
M: I was a responsible human being. I went to Church,
raised a family, paid my taxes and gave money to charity.
P: Do you think that Child molesters get into heaven?
M: I doubt it
P: But are you are a paedophile.
M: I wouldn’t say that
P: Then what are you?
M: I love children
P: You know what I think? I think you are a child molester
and a paedophile. You should be burnt in hell.
M: No. I don’t think I am. I just love children
P: There is a difference between lust and love. You might
as well admit that you are a paedophile. It will make your
death much easier, at least easier for me.
M: I don’t want to go to hell. I will only admit that I
loved children.
P: Then let’s look at one of the last children you loved
TV: The TV screen turned on. It showed me sitting in my
office. I was a talent agent for children. You could say
that this was heaven in itself. I could be together with
children every day. I could manipulate them and their fame
struck parents to do anything with and make the excuse
that it is the price of fame.
The screen showed an 8-year-old girl with her mother. Her
mother was some posh woman without the money to be posh.
The daughter was a shy little girl with nothing special
about her. She did not have that special factor that would
make her noticed. However, this was a girl that I could
love.
The TV screen showed that she was sitting in my office. I
told the mother that we would have to take a photo shot,
and this meant that she had to wait outside. The mother
not being suspicious of anything told her daughter to do
whatever I wanted. I loved when parents said that.
We went into the photo room. I told her to put some thongs
on. You can see that she was very uncomfortable with these
thongs on, especially when it had the word slut in the
front. I don’t know if she knew what it meant, she most
likely heard it, and knew it was rude. But didn’t know
what it meant. She would soon learn.
I had her sitting on the bed with her legs far apart. She
had no top on; as she was flat as the day she was born. At
the start she tried hiding them as the pictures were being
taken. This was so cute. Afterwards, she noticed that the
thongs were a bit baggy in the front and I could see her
pussy. Without complaining, she tried to cover everything.
But she only had two hands. She hardly knew where to put
her hands.
I turned the video on and went to her bed where I started
caressing her. The tears started coming to her eyes as she
pleased in a small voice to stop. I ignored her and
started feeling her all over. The more I did it, the more
she started crying. The baby I thought, she had to learn
how to be loved.
I quickly tore off her thongs, and she was naked as the
day she was born. She just lied back on the bed and tried
to cover her face in shame. I took out my dick, and looked
over at the camera to see if it was on...
Then I just lifted her legs over my shoulder, and said
being a model means lots of hard work. It started here.
Many people would be happy for this video and she would be
a famous Lolita. But she was to keep this a secret
otherwise she would never get famous and her mum would
hate her. This usually worked.
Her legs were over my shoulder, and being eight, she had
no clue what I was about to do. But when I plunged my dick
in her baby cunt, she knew. It tore through her virginity
and buried deep into her. She cried and screamed, saying
that I should leave her alone, and it hurt so much. I just
told her to shut up. She would learn to love it. She was
so tight that it was unbelievable. I could feel her
muscles surrounding my cock, and I could hear her cries. I
was in my own world. Before I could cum, I pulled out of
her. I opened her mouth and thrust my cock into her mouth
so she can taste my cock mixed with her cunt juice and a
bit of blood. This was too much. I spermed in her mouth
and she looked like she would vomit. She started to spit
it out. Tears and her face looked like she lost her soul.
I cleaned her up and said to remember not to tell anyone.
Amazingly she did not bleed that much, but she would be in
pain for days.
P: You remember that girl, don’t you?
M: Yes
P: What was her name?
M: I don’t remember.
P: Yes, there were so many children you had to show your
love to. Her name was Molly. She didn’t love you. She
didn’t enjoy being raped. On the way out she told her Mum
that she didn’t want to be famous. Your rape will haunt
her for the rest of her life. Is this what you call love?
M: Listen, maybe I did molest her. But my childhood was
not that happy. That’s where I learnt that children could
be loved.
P Yes.... Is that what you remember, that some nice man
loved you. Let’s turn back the time and see what you
really experienced:
TV: The TV was on once again. I could see myself on
a scout weekend. I was 7 years old- Wow, I looked very
small. I forgot all about the innocence and joy I felt as
a child. I remembered this day. I was in the forest
looking at spider webs; they were so cool and so
beautiful. I was thinking that humans couldn’t make them,
and think they were so delicate, but could kill insects
and everything.
Then Sam, who was a middle-aged scout leader, came up and
stood behind me. He was telling me about spiders and other
insects. Suddenly I could feel his hand on the back of my
shorts. He was rubbing up and down. It felt nice, but it
also felt wrong. I wanted him to remove his hand and leave
me alone. He couldn’t hear my thoughts and the next thing
I knew was that his hand was in my shorts.
He found my ass, which he called boy pussy. I didn’t
understand what this meant, but I knew that it hurt when
he put his finger in my ass, I felt sick. He was sticking
his finger there where my shit came out.
He kept on telling me how a nice faggot I was. What was a
faggot? Why was he doing that with my butt? Did he not
know that it hurt? Did he not care that I was asking him
to stop and I was crying?
He told me turn around and all I could see was his long
dick that looked like a big huge snake. I didn’t have that
much time to look at it because he shoved it in my mouth.
He told me not to bite and said to pretend it was a
Lollypop. I was nearly choking to death and once again
wondered did he see the humiliation and pain in my eyes.
Did he not hear my muffles so he would stop? Obviously he
didn’t because all he said was, that’s it. I knew you were
gay….. You’re such a cocksucker… that’s it…. You like it….
If you don’t like it, I don’t care…. I’m cumming now.
He pissed some white stuff in my mouth. It was so thick
and salty. I felt like I was going to vomit. I spat and
spat, trying to get it all out.
He just stood there smiling and said that if I ever told
anyone. They would know I was gay.
P: Did he love you?
M: No you can see that. He was a perv. He was a molester.
P: In fact you sucked him many times and you became his
fuck toy?
M: Yes
P: So what is the difference between you and him? You both
molested children!
M: I do not molest boys. I do love girls. That makes me a
child lover. Not a child molester.
P: I call a child lover a paedophile, and someone that
rapes children is a molester. When children are in pain
and do not want to have sex, then they are being raped. Do
you remember the first girl that you “loved”?
M: No
P: Well most people remember their first love. Then again
you have been in “love” with many. Let’s remind you of
your first love. In fact, there was just not one girl.
There were two girls.
TV: I was 19, and there were two twins that just moved
next to me. I got a hard on every time I seen them. They
looked like the Olsen twins. I spoke to them quite often
and I would get an extra hard on when we spoke or when
they smiled. I was sure that they liked me. They were both
7. I knew they weren’t my age, but I loved them.
I had a plan
Christmas eve, I waited until their parents were in bed.
Then I snuck up to the parent’s room. I went in very
slowly and then put a chloroform I found at home under
their noses. I was afraid the one would wake up while I
did the first one, so I knocked out their father first,
and then their mother. If the house fell, they would not
wake up.
I was wearing a Santa uniform and found the twins room.
They were delighted that I was there. They didn’t
recognize me. They were asking for their presents.
“I have a present for you, but it’s only something that I
give to very special girls.”
“What is it?”
“It’s some cream that I make. I put this cream into you
and when you have this cream in you, it means that you are
my girls and next year you get the best presents.”
“Cream tastes good. But how does it come out of you.”
“You have to take off your clothes.
“No then you will see us naked”
“I said take off your clothes or you will be on my naughty
list forever”
They slowly took off their clothes and I could see why I
loved them. They were so sexy. I told them that they could
start by kissing each other. First they looked at each
other as if they would say no way. Then they thought that
Santa told them. They started kissing, I told them to use
their tongues and explore each others mouths. This was so
new for them. They thought it gave them nice feelings as
well as forbidden feelings. I laid down and started
licking one girl’s pussy while my other finger was
fingering the other one. The first one laughed a bit and
said my beard tickled. Then they both asked me to stop
because they thought it was gross.
I was just starting. I took the first girl and told her to
open her mouth. She was so stupid, she probably thought I
was going to take a spoon and put the cream in her mouth.
But she must have been shocked when my cock plunged into
her mouth and I started fucking her mouth. While I was
doing this, I took the second girl by the back of her head
and started kissing her. This was what I wanted to do for
a long time.
The cocksucking girl obviously did not want a cock in her
mouth. You could see the tears flowing from her eyes. Her
mouth felt good on my cock and the tears didn’t bother me
at all. While kissing her slut sister that didn’t even
notice the fake beard because she was so afraid. I
didn’t care. When my cock touched the back of her throat I
knew that this plan was great. These girls would soon
become my cumsluts. Within no time, I started cumming in
her mouth. Her face looked like she just has tasted lemon.
She hated it and started spitting out. I said my ho ho ho
and told her that she now was Santa’s favourite girl and
she should kiss her sister while I recovered.
You can obviously see that they did not like kissing,
especially with the taste of cum in their mouths. This
turned me on more and I started to feel my cock go hard
once again.
Then I took the second sister and put her on her back. I
told her that this might hurt, but it was the only way I
could get my cream in her. She closed her mouth as much as
she could, thinking I was about to do the same as her
sister. Instead I pushed my cock in her pussy, past her
virginity. She screamed high. It was good that her parents
were out cold. She kept on pleading to me that I should
stop, but her crying made these pleas nearly sound like
Russian. I started fucking her despite the pain that she
was in.
Her little sister had compassion. She started hitting me.
I hardly noticed it, as she was still a small girl. Once
again I was feeling the soft pussy surrounding my cock. It
was so tight that I thought that it would squeeze my cock
off. Within no time, I was starting to cum in her. She
closed her eyes every time she felt me sperm in her.
P: Do you notice that you never remember the names of the
girls?
M: So
P: That what you call love. Those two girls hated
Christmas ever since you raped them. Is this love?
M: I thought they would learn to love
P: But they didn’t. In fact they have kept away from any
sort of relationship since. They hate anything to do with
sex.
M: Is that true?
P: Can you tell me any girl that accepted your love for
love and not rape?
M: I had a mistress once. She had a daughter that didn’t
cry or anything.
P: Yes, you controlled yourself there. You didn’t make her
suck you or you didn’t fuck her.
M: I just helped her in bed.
P: She was 11. I am sure that she could have go to bed by
herself
M: She had nice tits that were just starting to grow, and
she had a nice pussy. I bet it wouldn’t hurt if I did fuck
her.
P: Listen to yourself. Look at the examples that we have
given. Admit that you are a paedophile, a child molester,
and a child rapist
M: Maybe
P: admit it, I no longer have patience
M: Ok. I am a paedophile. There have been paedophiles
since the beginning of time. Sometimes it has been
acceptable in society. You just have to look at the old
Greece or some cultures, when it was acceptable. You
didn’t hear these cultures complain and threaten with
hell. You didn’t see anyone complain about heaven and
hell. It was just accepted. Because people now disagree
with it, and it’s unpopular, then it’s a sin!
P: I see you will continue to make excuses for being a
paedophile. Let me tell you what you will experience. You
will experience hell. Hell is not fire and brimstone. Hell
is where you learn the pain that you have given to others.
It is where you realize the sins that you have done. Where
you have to live with these
You will be sent back through history. You will see if
being a child that was abused then was good or not. You
will see what it feels to be a child. You will experience
the hell that you put many children through
Enjoy your hell.
There was blackness once again. I could see shooting stars
flash by me; it was like I was going through a huge
tunnel. I was flying through this tunnel thinking of the
trial. I didn’t understand what hell he was talking about.
For the first time in my life, I was afraid. I was afraid
of what was happening to me.
I hit the ground
When I woke up, I was lying on the ground. I blew at long
hair that was covering my nose. I was freezing. The ground
was so hard to lie on. I looked down. I was naked except
this thin piece of deerskin around my pussy. What?..... My
pussy? I looked over my body. My boobs were just large
nipples and there was no hair on my pussy. I was a little
girl.
Looking around again, I could see that I was sleeping in a
cave. Not only was I a girl, I was a cave girl. Peter sent
me back to the cave ages