Pedo, Historical set in the 1920's, extreme violence, anal, toddlers, M+g+,
F+g, Mb, Fb, some scat, death, cannibalism dismemberment, crucifixion,
extremely sacrilegious, Satanic worship.  If stories of children being
raped and abused by nuns and priest in an orphanage run by devil worshipers
offends you read no further.  This is a dark tale that is anti Catholic by
it nature.  If the word nigger offends you hit the delete key now.  If you
want to see what would happen if Satan ran an orphanage read on in this
work of fiction.  Never do any thing written here with a minor.  If you do
you will end up having lunch with the Prince of Darkness.

   The Orphanage a

   Personal Journal of

   Father Michael

   Started in the year of Our Lord 1922 A.D.

   Date

   January 22nd 1922

   Today is my fist day at the orphanage.  I have been given the task of
setting matters right here by the Holly Father Himself Pope Benedict XV. 
It is a sad day as I have just heard on the radio that his Holiness has
died suddenly from pneumonia.  What shall I do with out his Devine
guidance? What shall I do with all of these poor children?

   I am to meet with Mother Superior after Vespers.  She will bring me a
book with photos of all the eligible girls.  I am to chouse one from among
them to keep this damned convent with Satan.  I have a heavy heart and can
only pray to the Virgin Mary that she may guide my hand in this matter.

   Date

   January 23rd 1922

   Today is Thursday.  My meeting with Mother Superior was troubling to say
the least.  She insisted that I chouse one of the children to be given
over. Mary Margaret tells me that there are vast forces that I cannot
comprehend.  She has shown me the Book of Ages and the filth on those
ancient pages sickened my heart and soul.

   How I a simple parish priest could have been drawn into such high
intrigue is beyond my understanding.  I feel that I must set down what has
transpired thus far in the event of my untimely passing.  That the Holly
Father Himself could have been taken from us so easily fills my heart with
dread.

   Mary Margret told me that Pope Benedict's death was not from the stated
cause of pneumonia but rather an attack by the Knights of Glyn that protect
the Book of Ages.  If I do not act and chouse a child from this brothel of
sin, all hell will truly brake loose.

   Let me start then with the poor children of the damned.  There are over
three hundred boys and girls here at Our Lady of Sorrows.  They come from
the four corners of the globe.  Wherever the Holy Church has taken root,
there are the children from the unholy matrimony.  Jesus is the son of God
and is without sin, more is the pity that those that assume his role are
not.

   It is to Our Lady of Sorrows that they are sent these damned children
offspring of Nuns and Priest.  Not all of the fathers were in the church. I
do not know which disturbs me more that the Nuns lay with commoners or with
my brethren of the cloth.  Not all of the children's mothers were Nuns.  It
seems that my brethren tend to wander as the sheep our Savior and Lord
Jesus often spoke of.

   Why the blood of Priest or Nuns flowing through the veins of these
children should matter is beyond my comprehension.  If there is a Heaven
above then surely it follows that there is a Hell below.  If you believe in
the Father Son and Holy Ghost, then must you not also believe in the
Lucifer and his host of demons?

   We must travel back in time to the dark ages.  666 AD in the Abby of
Saint Johns in the north of what is now France there rose a Priest that
claimed to be the living descendant of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. 
He called himself Dejesus Christos.  He was reported to have the power to
raise the dead and heal the lame.  He turned water into wine.  He walked on
water and feed 4000 souls with just two fishes and a loaf of stale bread.

   He gathered an army of peasants to his side when he was excommunicated
by the Vatican on Easter Sunday.666 A.D.  He had by his side a mighty tome
that he named the Book of Ages.  He claimed it to be a new testament of
Jesus that damned the Catholic Church for the heresy they had made of his
words and deeds.

   The army swept through France and was headed for Italy and the Holy City
itself when his army was trapped in a high pass over the Alps.  The Knights
Templar fell upon the rabble and slew them to the very last one.  They
spared no one not even the young children.  It was rumored that the women
and young girls were raped and thrown down off the high pass alive to the
rocks below.

   There was no trace of Dejesus Christos to be found.  His crazed
followers' clamed that he ascended a firry stairway to the heavens.  He
told them that he would return to lead the poor against the rich and
ungodly Priest that defiled Christ's Holly words.

   This filthy vile book was all that he left behind.  It has been in the
hands of the Knights of Glyn ever since.  It was not the intervention of
God that delivered the peasant army into the hands of the outnumbered
Templars.  It was the Prince of Darkness himself that came to Father
Dominique the leader of the Templars.

   Satan offered victory for a price.  It is a horrid price that has damned
over 1256 young girls born of the flesh of the church to an eternity of
rape and suffering untold and unknowable to humans.  A young girl under the
age of eleven must be give to Satan willingly on the anniversary of the
conception of Jesus Christ.  Every year the Knights of Glyn have handed
over such a child.

   They formed secret societies to conceive such children and intuitions to
raise them to accept a willing joining with the devil.  Our Lady of Sorrows
is the latest such home.  Satan did not want a virgin far from it he
demanded a child that was schooled in the art of sexual depravity.  Her
soul should be stained with all of the seven deadly sins.

   The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices or cardinal sins,
are a classification of vices that were originally used in early Christian
teachings to educate and instruct followers concerning fallen man's
tendency to sin.  The Roman Catholic Church divided sin into two principal
categories: "venial", which are relatively minor, and could be forgiven
through any sacrament of the Church, and the more severe "capital" or
"mortal" sins, which, when committed, destroyed the life of grace, and
created the threat of eternal damnation unless either absolved through the
sacrament of confession, or otherwise forgiven through perfect contrition
on the part of the penitent.  Beginning in the early 14th century, the
popularity of the seven deadly sins as a theme among European artists of
the time eventually helped to ingrain them in many areas of Christian
culture and Christian consciousness in general throughout the world.
Listed in the same order used by both Pope Gregory the Great in the 6th
Century AD, and later by Dante Alighieri in his epic poem The Divine
Comedy, the seven deadly sins are as follows: Luxuria (extravagance, later
lust), Gula (gluttony), Avaritia (greed), Acedia (sloth), Ira (wrath),

Invidia (envy), and Superbia (pride).

   All of these sins were encouraged in the girls.  The poor boys were the
toys of the little hellcats.  Each of the girls had to have broken the Ten
Commandments by the age of 10

   I am the Lord your God - Thou shalt have no other gods before me.  Each
of the little girls had to chouse one of the devils to be her god by the
age of six.  Thou shalt not make for yourself an idol.  After the girl had
chosen a false god, she had to make an idol of it with her own hands.  Thou
shalt not make wrongful use of the name of your God.  The children were
taught to swear and take the lord's name in vain as soon as they could
talk. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy.  Sunday was the day the high
orgies were preformed and the killings.  Honor Thy Mother and Father. 
Either the child's mother or father was brought to the hall on her ninth
birthday.  She then sold the parent into sexual slavery for a year.  Thou
shalt not murder.  On the Sunday nearest the girl's tenth birthday she
strangled her husband on a black alter.  Thou shalt not commit adultery. 
At the age of seven, the girls were married to one of the unfortunate boys.
She had sex with him and then all of the older boys in her hall.  Thou
shalt not steal.  Theft was a way of life for the girls.  If they wanted
anything, they just took it.  Thou shalt not bear false witness.  Lying was
an art from here.  Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife thou shalt not
covet thy neighbor's house.  The girls took this one latterly as they had
sex with the other married girls almost nightly.

   I hope dear reader that you can see what a wicked place I have fallen
into.

   Date

   January 23rd 1922

   I was awakened last night at the stroke of midnight by three fearsome
men dressed in ancient armor splattered with the blood of innocent children
(I was later to learn).  The roughens striped me of my nightclothes and
bore me nude into the great hall.  There were all the children gathered on
each side of the long dark hall.  The boys were nude and bound to post on
the right side of the hall.  The girls were dressed in what ever struck
their evil fancy.  A few were nude.  Some were dressed as streetwalkers all
painted and wearing erotic clothing that was more sinful than nudity
itself. Some of the girls were painted from head to toe in garish, gaudy
images.

   The nuns of the order were wearing black robes that were open in the
front exposing their sex to all that would look upon them.  Several of the
women had a young boy kneeling at their front performing vile sex acts for
all to see.

   What filled my heart with fear and dread was the thing that stood bound
in a sphere of darkness hovering over a black altar.  A great red horned
devil stood ten feet tall.  His inky black wings were spread out as he
mocked the crucifixion of our Lord Jesus Christ.  His flesh was a molten
red shiny and slick.  He had a long forked tail that whipped around and
cracked like the shot of a rifle.  His mouth was filled with long sharp
fangs that dripped a yellow-green acid that ate away at the stone floor. 
He was nude.  His huge penis was erect and twisted with a mind of its own.

   The fiend saw me and laughed out his distain for a man of the cloth. 
His voice cut through the air like shattering glass.  The rafters of the
large stone building shook with his words.

   "Priest welcome to my party.  Are you the one that will break the
convent?  I hope that you are.  I have waited over 12 hundred years for the
deal to be broken.  Ye do not want any of these sweet children to taste
this cock now do you Michael?" The demon taunted me as he took one of the
nuns that was near him and thrust his impossibly large organ in her body.
The poor woman screamed as the head of the pecker came out her mouth.  Red
blood washed out of her mouth and from her vagina.  Three of the young
girls near the alter fell upon the nun and drank her blood as they tore at
her flesh with wicked curved knives.  The nun begged for mercy but was
given only death.

   Mary Margaret was by my side.  She was nude and smelled of booze and
sex.

   "Mind what you say Father.  Ye must pick one of the twenty-five
ten-year-olds at the end of the line.  It does not matter which one you
pick they are all damned to eternal hell.  If you do not that gate will be
opened and the dogs of hell will be set free to ruin the earth and bring on
the reign of Satan." The woman said as she drug me down the row of child
sluts that were calling out to me.  They were doing unspeakable sex acts
and saying the most vulgar things to me.

   "How will I know which one to chouse?" I asked the fallen nun.

   "OH you will know!  Just follow your cock.  It will lead you to the
one." She said with an evil laugh.

   We were before the twenty five children that the choice was to be made
from.  I looked at each one hoping to find some goodness or a spark of
decency left in the child's soul.  They all looked like whores from Sodom
or Gomorra.

   Near the end of the line was a fat child that was having sex with a
goat. She laughed at my shock and stuck her hand up her bottom and came out
with a lump of her feces.  She threw it at me striking me in the face.

   The smell of her excrement hit me like a bolt of lighting.  It was
primal and viral.  I found my privets becoming erect.  I said ten Hail
Mary's and twenty Our Fathers but the lust would no leave me.  I grabbed
the child by her dirty long hair and tossed her to Satan.

   "Here you vile fallen fiend.  Take this damned soul and leave this world
for another year!" I yelled as the child ran to the arms of the Prince of
Darkness.

   "So be it!  Ye have met the letter of the convent!  Welcome to hell on
earth Father Michael." Satan said as he pulled the child to him and with an
evil cackle he and the child disappeared as the black sphere collapsed in
on itself.  There was a great popping sound as if time itself had been
torn.

   The other ten-year-old girls not chosen cried and ran from the room. 
The boys were cut loose and given long swords.

   They knew what to do.  Those not chosen for the Satan would not live out
the night if the boys found them.  The boys would pay the unlucky girls
back for all of the pain and sorrow they had inflected on them for the last
ten years.

   Any girl that saw the sunrise would not be killed.  She would become an
novice to the Sister's of Sorrow.  I was grabbed by the same three knights
and drug back to my chambers and locked in.  The sounds of chaos rang
through the hallways of the complex.  I heard blood curdling screams and
cries of pain and agony as the boys did their deadly work.

   I fell in my bed and prayed to the Virgin Mary to see me through this
night.  I felt a hand touch my head and I jumped away from the bed.  There
was a young girl laying in my bed.

   "Please dear Father protect me.  I have sinned and am sorry for my
deeds. Oh dear god do not throw me out of your chambers this night.  Please
hear my confession and grant me absolution for my many sins." The small
young blond said.

   She was nude but had covered her body with my sheet.  The child shook
with fright as the boys ran through the hall hunting down their tormentors.


   "What is your name child?  I asked as the young girl climbed into my
lap. Her tiny body trembled in fear therefore; I comforted her by holding
her and stroking her hair.  She melted into my body and through her arms
around me.

   "My name is Lolita, Father.  Will you hear my confession?" She whispered
in my ear afraid to make any sound that could be heard outside my locked
door.

   "Yes Lolita I will hear your confession." I told her as my hand found
its way around her waist, somehow the sheet was open there and my hand was
on her sultry smooth lower back.

   "Thank you Father.  Your touch calms me and gives me strength to fight
the devil and his ways." She said as she wiggled her bottom to get more
comfortable.  It was then that I remembered that I to was nude.  I felt a
wetness between her legs as she pressed herself to my body.  My manhood
betrayed me as it had a mind of its own.

   The child sensed my unease.  She touched my face and whispered in my
ear. "It is ok Father.  Your body is just doing what the Lord intended it
to do.  I have felt many a man's rod.  I do not mind you are a good and
Godly man." She said as she moved and I felt the head of my privet touch
her Eve's-well.  "Just touch me and I will have the courage to tell you all
that I have done.  I am an evil horrid child far from the grace of God."
She said as she took my hands and placed on one on her tender breast and
the other over the wetness of her well.  She moaned at my touch and kissed
my ear.

   "That is much better Father.  I am so relaxed and at ease I can confess
all of my sins." She said as somehow she had her legs wrapped around mind
and was facing me.  She had her head on my shoulder and was whispering her
confession in my ear.  Her voice carried me back to her youth.  Her hands
guided my body into hers.  I did not know that I was deep inside of her
until she finished her long sorted confession.

   Her voice was so soft and sweet that I was taken back and saw her life
through her eyes.  It was the most spiritual event that I had ever
encountered.

   What follows are the child's words.  I am breaking laws of the church by
putting her confession on paper but the needs of mankind must come before
the needs of this child.  May God have mercy on us all.

   Lolita's confession:

   Father forgive me for I have sinned.

   How long has it been since your last confession my child?

   I have never been to confession Father, it was not allowed.

   Have you been baptized in the blood of the Lamb, our Savior Jesus
Christ?

   No Father I was baptized in the blood of the first baby I slew in
Satan's name.

   Jesus, Mary and Joseph!  You have taken a life?

   No Father I have taken many lives.  I swear I do not know how many as I
have been told I killed my first baby when I was two years old.  The last
one was poor Peter.  I cut his throat as he chased me inside this room.

   Then it was self-defense as he was going to kill you?

   I guess that you could say it was, however he is a dead as that baby
eight years ago.  Father this will go quicker if you hold you questions
until I am finished.  Just let the head slip in me.

   Yes, Lolita you are right.  Reveal you sins to me my child.

   My real name was not Lolita, it was or is Mary Roberts.  I was born in a
convent in France.  My mother was a nun by the name of Mary Margaret, yes
the same woman that is Mother Superior here.  My father was Father Roberts.
He is a Knight of Glyn.  I have been told that it was he that took my
virginity thirteen hours after I was born at midnight.  It was more
ceremonial than sexual as my vagina was too small for his cock.  He used
his finger and then rubbed his cock over my bloody opening.  The real sex
started when I turned one.

   You see that I am thin while most of the other girls here are fat.  They
are indulging in the sin of gluttony by over eating.  The food I crave and
eat each day is man milk.  I suck the seed of any cock I can get in my
mouth.  I hunger for the taste of the thick white cream.  I force myself to
eat something, as I often can not get enough cum from the boys and men
here. My father fed me three times a day in my mouth and at least once in
my bottom or cunt.

   I would hide under the pulpit and blow him while he gave a sermon on
chastity.  I would climb under his black robes and suck him off.  If he was
angry at me, he would make me drink his urine.  It was alright with me as I
had learned to love the taste of his piss, mother's also.

   She let me clean her when her moon time came.  I would lick the blood
from her womb and she would tell me it was the real blood of the Virgin
Mary.  I had my first period three weeks ago.  Mother says that I am
ovulating and ripe to conceive my first child.

   I do not remember much about the first five years of my life.  I just
know that it was filled with sex and violence.  I was spoiled and always
got my way.  If one of the other children had something that I wanted, I
would just go and take it from them.

   I remember the boat trip over to the states.  It was in April of 1915
just as the World War had gotten bad in France.  I had just turned
three-years-old.  The Sisters of Sorrow moved the entire orphanage here to
keep it from falling into the hands of the German Templars.  You do know
that is what the entire war was over don't you?

   I got to meet a young man by the name of Winston Churchill.  He was some
kind of reporter.  His cum tasted very good.  I even let him do me in the
ass, but he had to cum in my mouth.  There was no sense in wasting good man
milk now was there?  Mother says that he will go on to do great things. 
His cock already has in my book.

   The ship we were on was the SS Lusitania.  We had crossed the English
Channel on a Belgian ferry and then took a train to Liverpool.  We left
England on the 7th of March 1915.  It was the last successful voyage from
England of the doomed ship.  She would be sunk by the German U-boat U-20
under the command of Kapitänleutnant Walther Schwieger.  Kapitänleutnant
Walther Schwieger was a Templar Knight.  He had been stocking the Lusitania
on our trip over but he had engine trouble and fell off the chase.  It is
hard for a diesel engine to run when someone dumps bleach in its oil pan.
Quick intervention by one of Satan's minions save us.  Oh, you are all the
way in now.  Just move your hips like this.

   The German took out his revenge on the hapless ship as it sailed off the
waters of Ireland.  He found a huge four-stacker in its sights just south
of Queenstown, Ireland, he was able to kill her with a single torpedo,
penetrating the hull just below the waterline.  The initial explosion set
off a violent secondary blast.  The ship sank in 18 minutes, with a lost of
1,195 of the 1,959 on board, including 123 Americans.  Captain Turner was
washed clear of the bridge as the ship sank, and survived after spending
more than three hours in the water.

   The lost of the Lusitania provoked great outrage in the United States
and helped create the climate of public opinion that would later allow
America to join the war.  It also marked the end of any delusions that the
"civilized" manners of 19th century warfare could survive into the 20th.

   A privet train was booked for us when we docked in New York City.  I
remember a Negro porter that I seduced and used the entire trip.  I had a
privet birth all to myself as mother wanted some time away from me.  I was
a very spoiled and demanding child.  In fact I still am.  I called the
porter to my room.  I was nude and masturbating with a long black dildo.  I
was laying on my back with my feet tucked behind my head.  I had the lips
of my pussy spread wide and wet.

   The tall young buck's eyes bugged out as he saw a little white child
fucking herself with a long black cock.

   He said.  "Lord child what you doing?  You all going to hurt yourself
with dat big old thing."

   " Leroy why don't you come in and shut the door.  I bet your big cock
would fit my tiny pussy better.  I want you in my pussy now!  If you don't
fuck me, I will scream and say that you tried to rape me.  You can fuck me
or I can fuck you.  They hang niggers rape little white children." I said
as I pulled the long hard rubber cock out of my cunt and opened my arms for
the man.

   He took off his pants and pulled out his long black penis.  His balls
were large and full of hot cum for me.  I know that cum does not come from
the balls but rather the prostrate, but what the fuck it sounds good.  He
knelt at my legs and put his mouth over my wet Eve's Well.  His dark pink
tongue lapped my sticky girl juices from the tiny folds of my babyish
pussy. I ordered him to nip my little clitoris.

   I ran my small hands through his kinky black hair.  His wide lips felt
very satisfying against my tinder skin.  He was very skilled for a nigger.
He brought me to climax several times.  I had him lay on the small bed and
then licked his pungent balls.  The skin of his scrotum was black as coal.
His kinky black hair tickled my mouth as I sucked his nut sack.

   I watched as his large cock stretched my undeveloped vagina.  The
contrast of his blackness against the pale pinkness of my privets was
striking.  I was amazed that my miniature cunt could take his full length
and breadth.  The dark purple head of his manhood moved in and out of my
body.  The pain was wonderful.  It made me feel alive.  I had Sambo that is
what I called him, three or four times a day and I made him fuck me at
least three times each night.  I would pull off of him just as he shot his
thick white cum all over his jet black belly.  I would lick the pearls of
his cum off of his sultry body.

   Just before we got to Chicago, I made him fuck me in the ass.  The pain
was intense and burned my anus.  I started moaning and then began to cry
and shout.  The door burst open and three large goons from Indiana pulled
Sambo off my bottom.  They were Klansmen from Fort Wayne.  The Klan ran the
state from around 1915 through the late 1020's.

   Sambo put up quite a fight.  He broke one of the men's nose.  They beat
him down and kicked the shit out of him.  He was yelling all the time that
I had forced him to have sex with him.  I just cried and said the bad
nigger hurt me and told me he would kill me if I did not let him put his
thing in me.

   They tied a rope around his neck and tied the end to the railing on the
last car.  They kicked him off the train and he was drug down the tracks at
over thirty miles an hour.  When the train pulled into to Union Station all
that was left of the nigger was a bloody torso.

   His death was quickly ruled a suicide to cover all connected with the
awful crime.  They wanted to save the little French child the add trauma of
a court cast.  Mother sued the Railroad for pain and suffering and
humiliation.  Push harder that is right you are doing good.

   The Union Pacific Railroad settled out of court for $50.000 providing
that the church kept the incident out of the papers.  They did not want the
world to know that one of their niggers raped a white child on their train.
That would have been very bad for business.  I still have some of the
photos of his corpse.

   We were all taken by motor coach to the orphanage.  The complex was
constructed beginning in 1850.  The last wing of the complex was finished
in 1902.  It was designed as an asylum for the criminally insane.  The
draconian nature of the gray stone structures suited Mother's needs as the
complex was contained inside a tall wall and was isolated from prying eyes.

   The state of Illinois found the intuition too expensive to maintain and
unsuitable for the new enlightened treatments for the criminally insane
fostered by the likes of Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung.  The fact that the
Knights of Glyn have some of their members placed high in the state
government did not hurt her effort to obtain the property.

   A select few men and women in positions of power were given access to as
many children as they desired.  The were given a special bedroom where they
could indulge in their most perverted fantasies.  They did not learn until
after they had spent several nights raping and torturing young children
that all of their efforts were caught on film.  The movies were silent but
very explicit.  Once they were shown the movies, they were forced to be
filmed doing even more degrading acts.  They are owned by the Sisters, most
do not mind.  Some even bring their own children here for training.

   Sex is ingrained in almost every facet of life here at the Orphanage. 
You know the Stations of the Cross, or the Way I am sure.  We do the
Stations of Satan here.  Every Sunday just before the high orgy, a child is
chosen by the Sisters and the older girls.  Normally the child is male, but
there have been times when a girl is given over.  I got rid of three of my
rivals this way.

   This is how the ceremony plays out.  Oh, keep moving your hips.  That is
right just like that.

   Jesus is condemned to death.  The person taking the part of Jesus is
brought before the Sisters.  The charges against the child are read.  The
child is tortured until they confess to the crimes and sins against Satan.
Most know what is in store for them and quickly confess unless they enjoy
pain.  If that is the case, they make us work very hard to break them. 
That is when it is the most fun.  I am an expert with the bullwhip and ball
clamps.  Once they confess they are raped for each of their sins.  Then the
death sentence is handed down.

   Jesus receives the cross.  The child mounts the cross where it has a
long wooden dildo installed.  It is place where their ass will be once they
are crucified.  They fuck the cross while the rest of us flog the child
until their back is bloody.

   Jesus falls the first time.  The child has their legs knocked out from
under them and are forced to give oral sex to as many of the children and
Sisters that want it.

   Jesus meets His Mother.  One of the Sisters acts as the child's mother.
If it is a boy playing Christ he fucks his mother, if it is a girl, she
straps on a dildo and fucks her mother.  Simon of Cyrene carries the cross.
A man playing the part of Simon rapes the child while they are bent over
the cross.

   Veronica wipes Jesus' face with her veil.  One of the Sisters playing
Veronica wipes her ass on the child's face covering it with her shit.

   Jesus falls the second time.  The child is knocked down and forced to be
a human toilet taking as much of the urine and shit as we can force down
their throat.

   Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem.  Any Sister that is on her period
forces the child to lick her bloody pussy clean.  Jesus falls the third
time.  The child is knocked down and their ass is fisted my Mother
Superior. You know she has large hands.  The kids scream so nicely when she
gets to their anus.  Jesus is stripped of His garments.  The child's blood,
shit, and cum stained robe is ripped off of them.

   Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross.  The child is nailed to the
cross but we use four nails.  One in each wrist, one through the child's
crossed ankles and the fourth through the penis or vagina.  Everyone in the
hall gets to hit one of the nails even the toddlers.  It can take a hour to
get all of the nails driven in.  I miss a lot when I swing at the nail.  I
crush toes and fingers, but most of all tiny testacies or pussy mounds.

   Jesus dies on the cross.  A rope is tied around their chest to keep them
alive longer to slow the suffocation.  I usual get to play the part of
Casca, the Roman solider that thrust the spear in to the side of Jesus. 
Everyone is give a candle on a long stick.  The dying child is burnt with
the flames and hot wax.  My favorite spot to burn is the genitals and
nipples.  The eyes are my next favorite spot to roast.  Fuck me faster
Father!

   Jesus' body is removed from the cross.  Once the child has died, their
body is cut down and the best parts are hacked out and cooked for the
evenings feast.  I usually get the boy's balls deep fired.  They are quite
tasty and I have developed a taste for human flesh.

   Jesus is laid in the tomb.  What is left of the child's body is dumped
into a pit with the guard dogs.  They make short work of the corpse.

   After the stations of the cross, we have the high feast.  One of the
main dishes is the body of "Christ" rather parts of the child that was just
killed.  Several boys are taken and have their bladders drained.  A tube is
ran up their cocks all the way into their bladders.  A half a gallon of
wine is forced inside them.  Then they walk nude on the table to "piss" out
our drinks.  I take mine right from the spout as it is.  Their bowels are
cleaned out and a mixture of melted chocolate and crunchy peanut butter is
pumped up their asses.  The kids that get served last get a little shit
mixed in with it but most of us love the taste of human shit.

   The toddler girls have their vaginas filled with after dinner mints. 
You must suck the candy out you can't use your hands to get the candy.  The
older boys are forced to masturbate until they fill a pint jar with their
cum.  The cum is use as a sauce over the food.  Any boy that comes up short
is a good candidate to play Jesus next Satanday.

   Father move you hips a little faster.  Oh yes that is good keep that
length of stroke.  Oh, that is good you are making me cum.  I feel you
shooting your cum into me.  Oh Satan yes that is fucking good. 
Congratulations Father you are a real father now!  Satan tells me that it
will be a sweet little girl.  Don't worry I have already killed my first
husband I don't have to kill the next one.

   "Oh my God what have I done?" I cried as I came out of the trance she
had put me under.  My penis was deep in the child's body and it felt
wonderful.

   "You fucked me and made me a mother.  Welcome home darling now lay back
and eat me out while I suck some more cum from your nice cock." The child
ordered me.  I found that I was helpless to resists her.  I was on my back
and the child had her wet clinging vagina over my mouth I sucked and licked
her until she squirted her juices into my mouth.  My penis got hard and
hurt as it came again as she drank down my Adam's seed.

   The child has fallen asleep.  I am sitting here writing in this journal.
I have sinned so deeply I do not think that even My Lord Jesus Christ can
forgive me.  I know that it is a sin to take my own life but I can see no
other way out of this madness.  I found a revolver under the floorboards in
my room.  I am going to kill the girl and then end my life.  God forgive me
this last horrid sin.

   The priest cocked the heavy black revolver and pointed the deadly weapon
at the sleeping nude child's head.  His hand shook as tears filled his
eyes. He sobbed as he pulled the trigger.  There was a loud click as the
hammer fell on the empty chamber.

   "Michael you don't think that I would be foolish enough to leave a
loaded gun laying around do you?  Now toss that silly gun down and come
here and let me use your body." Lolita said as she spread her legs for the
man and took him deep into her body.  He shuttered as he guided his erect
cock into the child's body.

   "OH my God you are so tight and wonderful!  I love you Lolita!" The
fallen Father cried as she took possession of his soul.

   "I know that you love me darling, but God does not live here any more."
Lolita laughed as she sucked more than the Priest cum from his body.



   This is a work of fiction.  Do not do any of the things I have written
about or you will find out if Satan and hell really do exist.  If you have
gotten this far and not hit, the delete key let me know what you think of
this twisted tale.  At arlinwordsmith@yahoo.com


   


  
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