Tis a full moon tonight. Time to do what I enjoy doing best...summoning the Dark Lord and paying homage to Him. I have been a Satanist for many years...in this life and in past lives as well. I have left many offerings to Him and in return have been richly rewarded. Tonight...the night of the Blood Moon at that...shall be especially magical and intense. 1
The graveyard dirt tis still fresh under my fingernails...the cage beneath the alter tis occupied by one not too happy with the fate that tis ahead...and the various sacraments are laid out and ready for offering. The room is darkened except for the candles that are burning in various locations.
I slowly remove my clothing. Naked tis how I was brought into this world and naked tis how I shall present myself to Him...the Master of all that tis evil and right. I run my hands over my body...this sort of ritual always turns me on. Good thing because what I am to be doing tonight requires me to be very sexual indeed. I stand before the window and reveal my body to the moonlight that tis shining bright in the darkness of the night. The fact that I live in a city dwelling with people walking past outside only adds to my excitement. I am fully expecting someone at any moment to stop and watch me in horror...or even to get turned on themselves and wish to join me.2
As my eyes adjust to the darkness outside I notice the figures of two people who are so drunk that one could practically smell the fumes from behind the glass of the window I stand at. They are laughing and swaying back and forth, barely able to stand but having no problem stripping one anothers clothing off. I thought that my own exhibitionism twas bold but this tis quite outrageous. I feel my dick harden while I watch them going at it. The bloke grabs his female partners breasts and squeezes them hard...she does not appear to like this in fact she smacks him hard. This causes them both to lose their balance and they topple over in a drunken mass of bare limbs and body parts, kissing and groping and eventually doing the actual deed right there on the sidewalk with her on top of him riding like a very inebriated cowgirl on top of a wild bull. I watch them fuck for awhile and stroke my hard cock...but after awhile of this I become bored and move away from the window. I have more important things to be doing.3
I kneel before the cage beneath the alter and look inside. She looks back at me with wide frightened eyes and a mouth that is set in a grim line. Her clothing tis dirty and torn, a testament to the life on the streets she was living before I came along and enticed her into my lair. She thought I wanted to pay her for sex...little does she know what she tis really in for.4
"Um...are you planning to let me out of here?" she asks in a tiny voice. I guess her to be about 18 or 19 and she tis clearly not a virgin...but that tis alright. Satan does not care if she tis soiled and neither do I.5
"Of course I am." I reply as I walk away toward the sacrament table and open the black box. I pull out the surgical supplies and lay them out with slow and deliberate precision. But first...6
I turn toward the plastic bag which holds the remains which I uncovered at the cemetery. Knowing that I would be doing this ritual tonight I had searched the classified adverts in the newspaper...looking for an appropriate item. The family had barely driven away from the grave site, tears still fresh on their faces and their sobs still hanging in the air when I turned up... shovel in one hand and ax in the other...to go after what I needed.
Now I pull out my finding from the bag. I look at it...she must have been beautiful when alive. At least the part of her that I have secured appears so...with the rest of her body remaining in her grave. After all...I only need the head. No reason to disturb the rest of her body any more than necessary.7
I look toward above the alter...where the picture of my Lord of Darkness is hung...and first whisper, then shout out loud, his praises...8
"Deus meumque jus...ave satana...DEUS MEUMQUE JUS...AVE SATANA"9
Beneath the alter the cage rattles. Candles flicker and somewhere in the distance thunder crashes. I feel the power of dark magic coursing through my veins and overflowing me. Soon...very soon...10
I continue with the incantations and soon the room is filled with black smoke...a fine soot covers everything now and the thunder has gotten closer, joined by the bright flashes of lightening. The girl in the cage begins to sob quietly and fearfully. His voice...the voice of the Dark Lord...booms loudly and shakes the furniture, windows, and the very walls of the entire house. 11
"I AM COME BECAUSE OF YOUR BIDDING." 12
I immediately fall to my knees and respond humbly, "No Sir...I am the one who shall be doing your bidding. What tis it you wish of me?" 13
"Stand up. You have work to be done...and when you are finished you shall receive the reward that you so seek." 14
I nod and stand up...facing the alter and awaiting further instructions. The severed head seems to beckon Me...and I realize with a start that it...no she...appears to have come to life. He has already begun working His black magic.15
"YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO." He commands and I go to the head of the corpse. I fall to my knees once more and kiss the cold dead lips...using my tongue to pry them apart. Then I stand and shove my cock into the mouth...at first feeling nothing but the chill of lifelessness. I grab the back of the head and begin to pump...becoming harder as I go. Slowly the mouth becomes warm and yielding with the lips caressing my hard meat. I swear that when next his voice booms out that it comes from this very mouth that I am fucking so furiously. 16
"CLIMAX. SPILL YOUR SEED INSIDE THE DEAD ONE." 17
As I am already so close to having my orgasm tis not hard to obey His command at all. I grip harder on the hair...jam my dick harder and faster inside until sweet hot release comes as I shoot my load, yelling out loud as I do so. Calling out the praises of Satan...the Dark Lord. 18
I come to...I must have passed out. The corpse head has been flung across the room but it still appears to be alive. My spunk is oozing out of the mouth and the eyes flash at me. Without really thinking I stand up and walk across the room in order to reach into the desk drawer and pull out my handgun. I shoot a bullet into the head and watch the resulting explosion with grim satisfaction. Although the undertaker must have drained and embalmed the dead body there is now blood...tissue...bits of brain...all over the floor and the wall that the head was in front of. 19
So much for that part of the ritual. I place the gun back into the drawer...becoming slowly aware that the girl in the cage tis sobbing uncontrollably. I kneel down to look into her fearful eyes. 20
"Shut up." I tell her. I have never been able to tolerate tears and the sounds of crying. It brings out a rage in me that I cannot explain. 21
"Please..." she begs "Let me go...I swear I won't tell anyone..." 22
"I cannot let you go even if I wanted to. Tis a power much stronger than myself that brought us both here." I start to walk away but a hand reaches out between the bars of the cage and clutches desperately at my leg. 23
"Please...I will do anything you want." 24
"I don't think that tis an issue at this point anyways ehhh?" I smile with sadistic irony. After all here she sits in a cage at my complete mercy. Suddenly her tears turn to anger and her face contorts in rage. 25
"Go to hell!" she shrieks. I throw back my head and laugh.26
"Oh trust me...I shall." 27
I reach into the black box and pull out my tools...a black handled athame and some duct tape. I hesitate for a moment and when I do so the flash of lightening combined with the booming voice make the house tremble and shake, knocking pictures to the floor and shattering the glass."GET TO IT THEN. I HAVEN'T ALL NIGHT."
"Yes Sir." I respond and undo the door to the cage. I stick the sharp edge of the magical knife to her throat. "Get onto the alter." I command...pushing her that way. She struggles only a bit...she realizes tis no use. I use the tape to bind her wrists together high above her head. She kneels on the alter with arms upraised and taped...looking at me wildly. She starts to open her mouth to say who knows what and I quickly tape her mouth shut. She screams but the sound is muffled...tis no use.
I push her down onto her back and begin my work. As I cut into her stomach her muffled shrieks of pain become louder...blood is pouring out of her in huge gushing waves. I reach inside and pull out her womb, that spot where life would be growing if her path would have taken her that way. Instead...this bloody piece of flesh is to be part of the sacrifice. I place it in a bowl for the Dark Lord and am satisfied to hear his growl of approval. I reach under the alter for the loaf of bread that awaits there...dip it into the blood and bowels that I have exposed within her and eat pieces of the dripping bread. It tastes all the sweeter knowing that I am pleasing Satan with this gesture...this twisted version of the Last Supper. Indeed...tis this girl's last anything. A sacrifice that must be made...
She is clearly in shock at this point. The loss of blood and overwhelming pain have made her numb. Good thing too...as tis more to come for her. I bury my face between her legs. Her flesh within tis pink and sweet looking. Instead of caressing with my tongue and lips though I begin to bite and tear. I rip into her genitals with ferocious intensity as her lower half convulses and her half-hearted screams slowly become moans and finally...as my blood covered face lifts from her now mutilated and completly unrecognizable vagina...silence.
The Dark Lord tis pleased. I see his evil presence as he comes to take the sacraments I have brought for Him. I feel the surge of invisible evil power that fills me before He departs and I fall to my knees once more...whispering reverently "Thank you Mighty Satan..." Then...I begin using my power.
~The End~
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