Satan's Toy : by (c.) Hamilton Joyce. Mf Mmf Ff 'Ah, Ratsbane! You're two minutes late.' 'My abject apologies, Your Altitude. The lift down from the hundred and eighth was slow...' The figure behind the mahogany desk might be any sleek, groomed, suited businessman, were it not for his pair of horns. The office was conventional: leather-surfaced padded door, thick red carpet, portrait of the leader on the wall behind the desk. Only the leader was not a President or monarch, but a fearsome diabolical image. His eyes took it all in and were arrested by the two ornaments on the otherwise bare white walls. They were living statues, each securely trussed and gagged, hanging from cuffed wrists. One, a middle-aged woman, still with fine, firm breasts, their shape accentuated by the hanging posture, her cunt shaven and spread by the wooden bar between her ankles. The other a teenage boy, his cock hanging limply but elegant from his shaven pubes. 'Hmph! Never be late again, or you'll really be sorry. I see you've noticed my today's playthings. She cheated on her husband. I've been shagging her arse off-and-on through the morning. I've kept her at forty to remind me she cuckolded her man. The male was just greedy all his life. I haven't touched him yet today. If you sucked him he'd probably go hard. But no time this morning. Work to do! Now, when did you last have a human to play with?' 'Independence day, Your Altitude. The Count Rawspite vouchsafed me a human from his harem for the day, to celebrate our liberation from The Great Enemy so long ago.' 'Ah, His Eminence The Count Horseshite. It's no wonder he finds so little time to fulfill the requirements of his high office. He has one thousand human souls, seven hundred female, three hundred male. He's so busy whipping and fucking them that his department is a complete shambles. Keeps them all at fifteen to sixteen. Vouchsafed! My arse! What sort of language is that, little Ratsbane? He gave you one of his humans for an hour or two to buy your support. And you know it. Male or female?' 'A young girl, Your Altitude.' 'And how did you use her?' 'I fucked her, whipped her, fucked her again, in the arse, tied her up, slapped her about a bit, fucked her again, pissed on her, and left her hanging by the heels in the atrium on floor three eighty nine to meditate on her fate.' 'Good! Well, at least you did that correctly, if a bit conventionally. I may only have a hundred souls, but I keep them at all ages, and believe in inflicting the maximum pain. Some say Old Count Horseshit is soft on some of his 'children'. But I expect you want to know why I summoned you.' A hologram appeared, shimmering over the corner of his desk. 'That's disgusting!' 'Obscene isn't it. Clearly praying to The Enemy.' The image was a young girl, perhaps fifteen or a well-developed fourteen. She was kneeling in an attitude of prayer, eyes closed, hands together. Her blonde hair was in pigtails to her shoulders. Despite the bizarre uniform, a schoolgirl's 'gym-slip', they could see her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse. As she knelt, the dark green skirt had ridden up slightly to reveal tanned, slender thighs. The background was the rich and somber arches and hangings of an ancient church or cathedral. 'That is F/UK/86251003/V/966.' He opened the buff folder lying on his desk. 'She is English, a virgin, and called,' he consulted the folder, 'Suitably for a virgin, Mary.' Ratsbane saw him shudder, as he named one of The Enemy's lieutenants. 'And she is your project young Ratsbane. The Higher Command is interested in her. I believe Our Great Leader, the Mighty Lucifer himself intends to have her. So I needn't tell you how high profile this is. The rewards for success will be considerable. I leave you to guess the penalty for failure.' He licked his lips. 'Read this. Infernal Intelligence has been much more thorough than usual. Crowd of clowns! It has been decided to send you to Earth as a priest, a young curate, assistant to her parish priest. Her profiling suggests a handsome young priest is the likeliest road to her corruption. And it is her corruption, utter and complete that we require. 'I may be young, Your Altitude. But in human terms handsome?' 'We can change that. Naked now. Jump to it! Yes, ugly!' He rose from his chair, and stood over the hairy little imp. 'Taller!' His hands passed lightly over the devil's body, and as he spoke the form changed, becoming smoother, taller, more muscular. 'Latin looks, I think. Yes, fuller lips. White skin, and no body hair except there, there and there, of course. Now that arse. Smaller, harder, muscular. And this. A good ten inches I think. Ah! That's going to impress her!' He stood back and admired. Perfect. Better, in fact than any of my humans. In fact ... Kneel!' And Ratsbane submitted as the senior devil fucked him in the arse on the office carpet. The hanging victims looked on. They were inured to this by now. ................................................ REPORT 01 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane. I am pleased to report the project is developing well. My character as Father Dominic has been accepted and I have been given the task of supervising Subject's catechism. This gives me adequate access to her. She is very pious, but is open to suggestion, and as she is home for the eleven weeks of the school holidays I shall have time to complete her corruption. The first catechism lesson was a trial, having to rehearse The Enemy's spurious and discredited arguments, but the inspiration of our leader, The Mighty Lucifer, and the leadership of his dedicated lieutenant, The Count Rawspite, gave me the strength to prevail. After our first meeting I offered her a lift home. I saw a momentary surprise, then doubt, and finally acceptance in her eyes. It was still daylight, but the place I parked was secluded, and clearly well-used by couples. Empty bottles and full condoms spoiled the romance of the place I'm glad to say: how preferable is the austere dignity of our Hell to the spurious 'beauty' of Earth! I closed her mouth with a kiss before she could say anything. I felt her flinch and stiffen, but then relax, and her lips participated willingly in the embrace. I managed to get one hand on her breast, and felt it firm and round, even through the layers of cloth between her flesh and mine. I slipped a hand up her skirt and ran it up the top of her thighs, so smooth and warm. I tried to slip my hand between her thighs, but she clamped them even firmer shut. She broke away from the kiss. 'That was nice, Father Dominic. But drive me home now. Please.' I consider this an encouraging start, and intend to progress at our next weekly meeting. Ninth day of the seventh month in the 437698th year of our Liberation. ............................................. 'Ah! You're on time today Ratsbane.' His Boss, Deathscore, was standing in front of his desk. A black boy was kneeling before him, sucking desperately at his cock. He kicked the young human away, sending him sprawling, and re- fastened the waist button of his pants. 'I told you clearly you had ten minutes to make me come. Now you'll find out what a good whipping feels like. Stand there in the corner. Face the wall!' 'He shot a jeweler. Executed. American, you see. Arrived here today. I'm just getting him used to the regime. It's always a delight to see their surprise when they discover we aren't just a fairy tale! But to the point, young Ratsbane.' He held up the sheet of typed paper, the Report. 'This is crap, Ratsbane. "Satisfactory start" my arse! You had her in the car, alone, she's hot, and you tamely drive her home. You should have had her on the spot. And not so much of this "leadership of the dedicated Count Horseshit" Count bloody useless.' He muttered the last phrase to himself. 'You realize all you've achieved is to alert The Enemy to our attack on the girl, without achieving the slightest corruption?' 'With respect, Your Altitude, I am charged with corrupting Mary, not fucking her. All acts must be willing if she is to be ruined, as indeed she will be.' 'You'd better be right, Ratsbane. Now, naked and kneeling. I feel like fucking while I whip that new soul.' ....................................................... REPORT 02 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane. Management was correct that my actions have alerted The Enemy. I have, however, neutralized His actions and the project continues to develop satisfactorily. The next catechism lesson I made no pretence of teaching any of the old lies. Instead I sat down beside her immediately, put my arm round her and kissed her. She reciprocated willingly, her tongue in my mouth. 'Father Anselm told me not to see you again, Mary. You must have told him ...' 'It was my confession, Dominic. I had to.' 'I managed to convince him you had fantasized it all. Just like young girls sometimes do about their teachers, priests, doctors and so on. Looking for father figures. But if you do that again, well I think he would transfer me somewhere else.' I had my hand, the one not on her shoulders, resting on her flat belly. She raised it, and placed it on her breast. 'I was so afraid you wouldn't kiss me again, Dominic, after I made you drive me home.' I could feel her heart beating. Her breast was round and warm under my palm. Her nipple was as hard as a little hazel nut. 'But no more confessing about me, about us.' 'I promise. I'll miss all that out. Promise.' She kissed me again, and was feeling my shoulders and chest through the heavy cloth of my soutane. As we kissed I popped one of the buttons on her blouse and slipped my hand inside. She was warm and round, the skin soft and the breast firm. She squirmed against me, her tongue in my mouth again. I slipped my hand up under her skirt and caressed the inside of her thighs. This time her legs opened so slightly at my caress, and I could slide my hand up and up till it rested on her cunt. She was naked. She had come on this visit with no brassiere and no panties. It was clear she wanted me! I had the side of my hand between her cunt lips now, feeling the wet and warmth of her excitement. 'Last Tuesday, when I left you and drove home, I found I couldn't sleep thinking about you, Mary.' 'Me, too, Dominic.' 'I lay in bed wondering what you were like, naked I mean. I got so excited, I mean like I am now.' I placed her hand on my cock, hard and erect, and visible even through the heavy cloth. I got so excited I had to stroke it until I came. And even then I dreamed about you all night, and came again in my sleep.' 'I was excited too.' I was rubbing the side of my hand over her lips and clitoris. 'And ...?' 'I had to bring myself off, too. There! I've said it now!' 'My little darling! I want you to see me. Look!' I stood up and pulled the whole silly uniform up over my head, pitching it onto the floor. My cock stood at forty-five degrees for her! 'Me too.' Her blouse and skirt were off in an instant and we stood there, me with my black, shiny shoes and socks, her with white cotton socks and trainers. She giggled. 'These too!' And we took off each other's footwear. 'Now we can really cuddle and kiss!' She was small enough and the settee large enough for us to lay together, kissing and caressing. I knew she was exploring a male body for the first time. But she was not timid, and her hands moved over me, cock, nipples, the crease of my arse. I reciprocated. of course. I lay on top of her, propped on my elbows. I managed to slip one leg, and then the other between hers. As we kissed she pulled me down on her, my full weight on her breasts and belly. And more to the point, my cock prodding hard against her honeypot. I reached between us and parted her lips with finger and thumb, so my knob was placed inside the outer lips, and hard against the inner lips. We kissed, and I murmured juvenile nonsense in her ear. Finally, as we wriggled and writhed together my cock just slipped into her. She may have been a virgin, as Intelligence Department has reported, but the physical virginity was no longer in place. There was a delightful look of shock and horror on her face for a moment, but I was riding her long and slow now, making sure I rubbed her clitoris with each down stroke, and grinding our pubic bones together before rising to shove again. 'Oh! Oh! We shouldn't. Oh, please. No! We. It's wrong. Please, Dominic....' But her hips were rising to meet mine with each thrust now. I stopped her mouth with my lips, and increased the pace and vigor. I moved my lips to her breasts, taking nipple and a lot of first one breast into my mouth, sucking and licking. Then the other. Her protests were forgotten now. 'Oh! Don't stop! That's... Oh, Sweet Jesus! That's good.' The Enemy's name nearly stopped me in mid thrust. But it was being used obscenely, I realized, commenting on the joy of fornication. (In passing, if I were a real Priest, would that be adultery according to their strange code? Do they mean it when they talk about being married to the Church?) As she came for the first time, her nails raked my back in her passion, and her legs were crossed over my buttocks. I speeded up to accompany her orgasm. She has strong vaginal muscles, and His Serene Highness Count Rawspite will enjoy the contractions of her cunt if he decides to allow her an orgasm. Even our Infernal Leader, the Great Lucifer himself might appreciate her passion. I reminded myself why I was fucking her. For the glory of our cause, and not for my own satisfaction, and was fortified by the knowledge of the faith Our Leadership has shown in me, a junior cadet. She was coming again, and I concentrated on maximizing her pleasure. Instinct, of course, was to fuck her and leave it at that. But it is important she becomes addicted to sex, and obsessed by Father Dominic. So I gave her a second and a third orgasm, before I decided to come in her, with her fourth. We lay side-by-side. She was silent. I suspect she was astounded by the strength of her feelings. 'We should have used....I mean ....I could get pregnant couldn't I?' I kissed her nose. 'I had mumps last year, Mary. I'm afraid I'll never be a father. I mean a father, not a Father!' 'Oh, my poor Dominic!' But I could feel she was relieved. 'I'd like to do that again, Mary. But I'm afraid I'd make you sore. There's another way.' 'I buried my face between her thighs and lapped at her cunt. 'Oh! How could you, Dominic. It's all sticky....' I took no notice. Silly girl! The pleasure of sucking a cum-filled cunt ... Well! I was pulling at her clitoris with my lips and licking the length if her slit. Again her hips were rising and falling in the rhythm of a fuck. I reached up one hand and found a nipple. I squeezed it. She was coming again. 'Oh! That's lovely! Mother of God! That's lovely. I'm coming!' Again the very satisfactory blasphemy! I said nothing, but placed my knob against her lips. She knew it was my turn now, and I felt it slip into her mouth, wet and warm. It is said that despite The Enemy's ban on the practice, human females know instinctively how to suck. I can confirm that this one was able to bring me off within seconds, sucking, licking, caressing. I filled her mouth with cum, and she swallowed. 'That was lovely. Can I come round tomorrow? ...' Twelfth day of the seventh month of year 437698 of our Liberation. .................................................................... 'But ... But I had expected Count Deathscore ...' Ratsbane, not wearing his replica religious cloth but the crotchless charcoal gray suit favored by ambitious diabolical executives, was momentarily at a loss. 'You expected Deathscore and got Count Darkflame. Ah well! Deathscore has been liquidated. He made the mistake of criticizing Intelligence Department. And I can't imagine how he thought he would survive mockery of His Altitude Count Rawspite. We ate him at a dinner given by the count himself, and very tasty he was too. Roasted. And I shall be trying out your subject ...' He consulted the notes in a buff folder on his desk 'your subject Mary.' He shuddered at that name. 'She will know this.' He stroked his cock, erect under the satin robe. 'But to work.' I have my report, Sire, and am pleased to report good progress. Target no longer goes to confession or takes communion. We have added fornication to the subject's sins, with minor matters such as cunilingus, and fellatio to reinforce it. Before you read the report, Sire, may I request the assistance of a succubus. Specifically, the succubus should be of identical build to the Target herself, though it would be more amusing if her coloring were not the same. Mary is blonde. 'I shall read the report, Ratsbane. But if it is satisfactory you shall have your female Imp.' He rose from his desk, and the Cadet Devil saw that his penis was erect. 'Do not neglect sodomy, Ratsbane. make sure you bugger her. The Higher Command place great importance on buggery as a corrupting force.' His hairy paws stroked Ratsbane's smooth bottom, and cradled his nearly hairless balls. 'This fashion for the naked crotch is one of the better developments! Though I prefer the sensuous qualities of the traditional robes on my own body. My predecessor gave you a very seductive body, Ratsbane. Kneel! And remember this pretty little arse ....ah! delightfully tight ... this smooth, hard little arse will make an excellent roast joint if you fail, Ratsbane.' ......................................................... REPORT 03 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane Subject has been visiting my lodgings twice a day, every morning for at least two hours, and afternoon or early evening for a further hour. We usually commit fornication at least thrice, with cock sucking and cunt-sucking to completion between those episodes. It is safe to say Subject has become completely addicted to sexual acts, and is obsessed by my body, so helpfully provided me by The Higher Command. She would indulge herself even more if she could escape the attention of her prim and priggish mother. (In passing, the mother is close to qualification for damnation. Her pious and christianizing exterior hides a soul of gratifying small-mindedness, a really nasty and vindictive little soul. She has a good body and My Lord might enjoy fucking and abusing such a pompous and self-righteous little bitch.) Day four of this report, Subject arrived and immediately kissed me, groping for my penis through my robes. I laughed and slipped my hand up under her dress to grasp her cunt. She stepped back, blushing. A completely obscene and disgusting display of modesty, I might say. I felt physically sick momentarily. 'Please Father Dominic. Please, not today. I'll just suck you off.' 'You've been to idiot Anselm again!' 'No, sweetest. It's just ... it's just. Well, I've got my period ...' 'Good! Then we'll have some new games to play! Don't believe all that guff about punishment for Eve's sin. It's just God's joke against mankind. He's a vindictive old bastard! But there's a way round it.' As we spoke I was stripping her, and sure enough there was that little string! Thank Lucifer souls here, damned to Hell, don't have any of that feminine nonsense! I lay her down on her belly and parted her hard little arse-cheeks. Her anus is delightful, light brown, slightly puckered, and hairless of course. My Lord will enjoy it just as I have. She half protested as I applied my lips, giving her the kiss sacred to Our Faith. I felt her muscles stiffen under my palms, but then relax as I licked around it, and slipped my tongue into her. 'What's that? A scent bottle?' It was in fact a glass scent spray that I had filled with lavender oil for just this opportunity. 'My brother gave it to me.' This is a lie, of course. But it is so gratifying to lie unnecessarily, purely for the pleasure of deceiving. I sprayed the oil between her cheeks and replaced it on the bedside table. Now I was massaging her anus, slipping my index finger in with each stroke. I felt her arsehole completely relaxed now, and was able to slip a finger into her with no protest or sudden gripping spasm. 'That's nice. But not as nice as ...' 'It'll have to do for today, my little darling. You do the same for me!' We lay side by side, masturbating each other's arses. 'You feel a lump in there, darling? Yes! Just there. That's the best place for me. Yes! like that!' She had found my prostate. I had three fingers in her now. I could not guarantee not coming with her massage deep inside me. I slipped my fingers out of her, and turned her on her belly again. I bent one of her legs to expose her anus. It gaped open from my fingering. I knelt and placed my cock. I pushed. 'Oh no! It's too big! Oh no, Dominic, please. oooooh!' I recalled the importance my revered Chief places on buggery as a force for corruption, and was gratified to realize his wisdom in these matters. He is indeed an inspirational leader! I was in her now, knob and half my shaft. I pushed again, and my belly was against her smooth bottom. Slow at first I fucked her. The pain had gone now, and the protests. I felt her fingers under her body, working away at her clit, between the mattress and her sweet belly. Her hips rose slightly and I knew I had her. I fucked her harder, as hard and fast as if I had been in her cunt. She was panting, and her fingers worked harder than ever. She was coming. I timed it so that I pumped my cum into her rectum at just the highest point of her orgasm. I lay on top of her, one hand under, feeling her breast. I felt her move her hand, trapped under her body. As she did so her anus expelled my cock. She giggled. 'That was nice. I mean it felt nice as you slipped out.' 'Only as I slipped out?' 'It was all nice Dominic. But it's nicer in my ... you know ...' 'In your cunt, sweetie?' 'Mmmm.' 'It's better for men, because we've got that sensitive place you found. You haven't.' 'Not fair!' She giggled. 'If I suck you, can you do me again?' 'Better, you fuck me till I'm hard, and then I'll do you again.' 'I can't! But how? I mean ...' 'Another present from my brother. It goes like this.' As she knelt on the bed I fixed the strap-on around her hips. 'Now! My turn!' There was no finesse. She just rammed it in and fucked me! I was soon hard, of course. This time I lay her on her back and entered her. There was room under the strap-on for her to masturbate as I shagged her, and she came when I tweaked her tits, rolling her pink nipples between fingers and thumbs. After, she would not stop chattering. 'Where did you learn that, Dominic?' 'My brother. When I came home from boarding school for the winter holidays I had to share his bed. he was about eight years older than me. I guess I was twelve or so. Anyway he was like a god to me, and the first night, as I lay there, I suddenly reached out and touched him.' Ah! The pleasure of lying. The truly involved and superfluous lie! 'Touched him here?' Her hand was on my cock. 'Just there. He was hard. That was not the first hard cock I'd felt of course. We were always messing around at school. But it was way the largest. In a second he was all over me, and we sucked each other. Later in the holidays he showed me how to fuck. When I got back to School I showed the others, and we all fucked each other for all the years left. And then at Theological College all the priests fucked, of course. They all do, you know.' 'Even Anselm?' 'I expect so. We should find out some time.' 'If I come round this afternoon, will you fuck me again. I mean in my bottom?' .......................................................... The succubus, my 'sister', arrived on Sunday morning. On the pretense of having to go to morning service (my apologies for these obscenities but they are necessary for the report) I left the two together. The succubus had taken the apparent age of about eighteen. The report continues in her words. They discussed how a white father Dominic came to have a black sister! (I had meant by different color, brunette or redhead, not brown or black-skinned! I accept the error was mine in not making my intention clear. And hope the successful outcome will excuse me.) Adoption, of course! Then Lilith turned the conversation in the desired direction. 'Dominic asked me to come down for a couple of days. There's a party we go to every other month.' 'A party! He didn't tell me!' 'Probably thought you wouldn't enjoy it. You're a bit young.' Mary stamped her foot. 'What sort of party then?' 'Fancy dress, really.' 'What do you go as then?' 'Always the same.' 'But what?' 'I'll show you!' Ten minutes later Lilith returned, her black skin contrasting with the white satin of her basque, the white nylon of her stockings, and the white leather of her stiletto ankle boots ... and multi-thonged whip. She had a long, blonde wig, incongruous but incredibly suggestive, and her shaven cunt glistened with oil. 'Bloody hell! What sort of party is that, Lill? Sweet Jesus!' 'I told you. Fancy dress. I've got a black costume exactly the same. You want to try it on?' Mary was stripped quickly, and slowly, with much caressing and fondling, the black nylon, satin and leather equivalent was fitted. Her wig was jet black! 'It doesn't cover my ... my hair, here!' Lilith laughed. 'Or your sweet little rosy nipples, Mary. Hell! You look good enough to eat.' Her arms were already round the girl's shoulders, and she pulled her to herself till their breasts met, and they kissed. Lilith's hand slipped down over the small of the girl's back, over the lacing, hooks and satin, down over her naked arse, and into her crack. She felt the girl tense, but her fingers told her the girl was hotly excited. 'Good enough to eat ... I want to eat you out, Mary. Like he does! Eat your sweet little honeypot. Like he does, my naughty brother!' Lilith was pushing her backwards, not at all unwilling, towards the sofa. As she fell onto it, her legs were open, and Lilith fell to her knees between them. Her mouth clamped to that sweet pussy, and her tongue was working at the clit before any protest formed, if indeed any protest was intended. Thighs, in black nylon, clamped round her neck and face, and the not-so-innocent girl raked her cunt up and down the black girl's face: chin, tongue, nose, tongue, chin again. Lilith reports that the girl came twice. I can confirm from my own observation that Subject was finally content to reciprocate, bringing our succubus to her completion. She was passive in this, lying on her back, while our little Imp rode her face, racking her cunt up and down till she had taken her pleasure. I watched round the half-open door, and listened as they chatted, arms around each other like any lovers! 'Tell me about the party. Please.' 'I shouldn't!' 'Please. Pretty please. We can't have any secrets. Not after .... that.' 'Oh. All right. But don't tell Dominic!' 'Promise.' 'I'll show you the photos from the last one.' The album of pictures is that provided by Intelligence Services, copy as Appendix 3 to this report. It showed, of course, the naked 'Father Dominic' being led on a dog-leash and chain collar, on all fours, through an assembled throng. Lilith, in her white dominatrix gear held the leash. Most of the women in the salon were similarly dressed, and most of the men naked and submissive. 'Sweet Jesus! I never knew ..' 'I said he didn't want you to know. Does he have you fuck him with that strap- on?' 'Well, yes. He did.' 'So you're half-way there. But he likes this as well.' 'This' was a page of pictures showing Father Dominic being beaten, whipped, buggered. particularly impressive was a close-up of his erect cock, with the white cat-o- nine-tails descending on it and on his shaven balls. The opposite page was the whole picture, arms strung high above his head, naked muscles and hard cock straining with the effort of remaining on his toes. 'Sweet Jesus!' Lilith reached between the girl's legs. The lips were plump, and clitoris erect. 'You find it exciting, too.' I walked into the room. 'As soon as I'm away, you have each other. Well! I'm going to have some too!' I grasped 'my sister' by the shoulders, stood her up, turned her round, bent her over, and entered her, my skirts raised. With my second thrust there was a searing pain across my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder to see Mary in her black basque and high heels raising her whip to apply a second lash. The whip fell, and again the delicious pain. I fucked the harder, reaching under Lilith to grasp one breast in each hand. Again the lash! I heard Mary laugh as the whip fell again. I looked over my shoulder again. The glint in her eye showed the pleasure she found in inflicting pain on me. Her black, glossy wig went well with this new persona. How different this young girl from the primly innocent fourteen year old of only a month before. I silently congratulated myself as the whip fell again, and I came. We sat in a row on the sofa, Mary between us. each of us had a hand on her breast, the other hand free to wander across her body, pressing, fondling, caressing. 'I wish I had a brother ...' 'Brothers, darling. You need brothers. Try being sucked and fucked at the same time. I had that from the age of twelve. Often. That's when they weren't fucking each other. I had to suck one of them then.' 'You can have my brother Ambrose when he visits, Mary. You'd like him.' 'Mary wants to come to the s&m party with us, Dominic.' 'Why not?' 'She'll need a slave to take with her.' 'I'll think. Tell me Mary, when you come by yourself in the night, when your pretty little fingers play and dabble here.' My finger was on her clit, teasing it till it was hard. 'Tell me, who do you think about? Who do you fantasize is with you as you come?' 'You, darling Dominic.' 'And?' 'I do believe she's blushing, Dominic.' Again that disgusting modesty. Still, we are gradually defeating it. 'And?' 'I hardly dare say .... My Daddy!' 'I've seen how your Daddy looks at you sometimes. I should think he has you in his mind when he masturbates.' 'You've seen it too. I wondered if I was imagining it.' 'I know, you see, Mary. I know he wants to have you, too.' 'You know? But how? Oh! I see. Confession! Mummy makes him go. He doesn't want to.' 'And when he's there he does it properly, my sweet. So I'll see what we can do. Now I'll fuck you from behind while my sister and you suck each other. Then I want you to fuck me with the strap-on while she whips both of us. Twelfth day of the seventh month year 437698 of Our Glorious Revolution. .............................................. Count Darkflame was wearing the traditional black and red silk robes rather than the fashionable, modern three-piece suit. But his vestments still revealed that magnificent cock, standing free of them. Ratsbane knelt, compelled to do so by the force and might of the Demon. 'Excellent, Ratsbane. Yes, I prefer these robes, too. Though the suit may well give a desirable impression of efficiency. Your report?' 'Here, Sire.' The buff folder containing my report was placed square and tidy on the great mahogany desk. In summary, she has been buggered, and has buggered me. She has experienced lesbian lust, with the succubus so helpfully provided by The Count Darkflame. She has whipped and been whipped. She no longer goes to church at all.' 'Progress indeed. The sodomy went well?' 'Yes, Sire. I was especially careful, considering Your Altitude's advice concerning the importance of buggery. She has demanded I service her anus several times since. And takes a pleasure in buggering me with a strap-on device, whipping me as she does.' 'Excellent, Ratsbane. I shall read the report later. You have done well. Kneel, and suck!' ........................................................ REPORT 04 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane I had suggested she sleep naked that night, day five of this report. Her father had visited me in the afternoon, at the church, answering my phone call. 'Mr Mcpherson, I thought I should inform you of some problems your daughter Mary may be having. I am not breaking the seal of the confessional as she told me outside that sacrament.' 'Problems?' 'She has a fixation on her father, you Mr Mcpherson. She has very adult feelings for a girl so young. She is barely fourteen, I believe.' 'Just fourteen, but developed for her age. She has the body of a sixteen year old.' Again that glint of lust in his eye. These humans are so transparent! 'Well, as she lays in her solitary bed, doing those innocent little things to her body that all young girls do, rubbing, squeezing, pulling, she imagines you are with her, kissing, caressing, yes and sucking and even having carnal knowledge of her.' 'Good Lord!' I shuddered at the mention of The Enemy. 'Sorry, Father. Forgot myself for a moment. What should I do?' 'She needs to grow through this obsession with her father, and come out the other side as an adult.' 'But how?' 'You must fulfill her fantasies, Mr Mcpherson. You must go to her bed, and make love to her. That will free her. It will be difficult for you, I know. But you must do it. It is your duty.' Again that glint in his eye! 'I fear it is the only way. I have told her that. That you will enter her bed, and enter her. Do you agree.' 'If you say so, Father. If you really insist.' 'I do, Mr McPherson. I really do.' There was almost a skip in his step as he went down the gravel path, away from the church. The next morning Mary told me all about it. She was happy and bubbling with excitement. 'I was still awake. It was about twelve. But I pretended to be asleep. I'd left the light on, but dimmed right down. I was lying on my belly. I heard him take off a dressing gown, and heard it slip to the ground. I felt the mattress move as he sat down on the side of the bed. I knew he was looking at me, and I pretended to murmur in my sleep as I turned over onto my back so he could see my breasts properly. Then I muttered again and opened my legs. I'm sure my lips must have been plump and my clit hard and peeping out, just as you like it, Dominic. The mattress moved again, and I knew he was now lying beside me, inches away from me. I turned over on my side, so I was facing him, and made sure the tips of my nipples brushed against him. I heard his intake of breath, as if the touch of my breasts had scalded him. I felt his hand, so lightly, on my shoulder. I murmured, still pretending to be asleep, and reached out. As I touched him, I murmured again, and held him in my arms, still pretending to be asleep. I murmured, 'Daddy, please. Please, Daddy.' And I heard his intake of breath again. Then he was kissing me. 'I pretended to wake up. 'Daddy! I dreamed it was you. And now it really is. Oh! How I've longed for this, Daddy.' Which was true, actually! I could feel his cock hard against my belly now, as we hugged and kissed each other. 'He was whispering, 'My little darling!' and things like that. Then he turned me on my back again, his weight on my tits and belly, and his legs between mine. I could feel his knob exactly where it should be to go in. 'Please, Daddy. No. Not here. Mummy's just through the wall and it would be terrible if we woke her. I'm noisy when I come! Tomorrow. I know a place we can go, safe. Tonight I'll just kiss and suck you till you come. Please!' 'He said nothing, but lay beside me on his back. I started with his balls, licking and cradling them. He's much hairier than you, Dominic. But I did not mind that. Then I bent one leg up and licked his arsehole, like you showed me. He groaned and I told him to shush. But now I played with his cock. He hasn't got this, Dominic. Just a shiny, dry knob! 'He's cut, then, Mary. I love that. I really like a cut cock!' 'Anyway, I had his knob in my mouth and was rubbing his shaft with my fingers and thumb round it. I could feel his hands pressing my bottom, opening and closing the cheeks. He groaned again, and I felt his cum spurt into my mouth. Lovely! 'Then we lay together whispering. I told him how I'd wanted this for so long. And he said he'd wanted me since I was twelve, when my tits first started to bud, and I had the first little fluff of hair here. Every time he fucked, either his wife or some hotel whore, he pretended it was me. He had managed to see me naked, through the bathroom keyhole, and often came thinking about my tits and bottom. I told him I had seen his cock, too, but not magnificently hard and erect like just now. I had him suck my tits, partly to stop him talking, as I was afraid he would wake her up. But I love my nipples sucked, as you know. Then I sucked him hard again with my finger in his arse like you taught me, and wanked and sucked him till he came. 'Before he went back to his own bed I told him to come here after work. I told him about you and me, and said I'd like to have both at once! Also, that you were bisexual. And, would you believe it, he is too. He'll be here at six, five if he can slip away.' .................. Ten past five he hopped out of the taxi, and swiftly up the gravel path, round the church, and to my rooms. We were waiting. Mary answered the door wearing a see-thru shift that I'd bought especially for this. I heard the front door close, and then their kissing. I heard Mary undressing him, there on the doormat, and her passion as she stripped him. 'Let me see. Ooh! Lovely. Huge. Lovely! You wait. Now the socks. There Daddy. That's what I want. In here. Dominic's there. He's been playing with me a bit while we waited. So we're both pretty hot! Hey! Get your finger out of there. On second thoughts, that's nice. Mmmm. leave it there while I walk in front.' They entered the room, she first, her tits clear through transparent red nylon, and her pretty cunt hair just visible. He was right behind her, his hand grasping her between her legs as they walked. I stood up. Erect! 'I think you two have tricked me.' 'How else could we ...?' 'I don't mind. This is close to my vision of paradise . A lovely teenage blonde, and a handsome, smooth-skinned young man with a beautiful hard cock!' She stood beside him. They had an arm round each other's waist. She held his cock with her free hand. He cupped her breast with his. Her head scarcely reached his shoulder, and as she leaned on him, the long golden locks flowed over his chest as well as hers. For me, the scene was made doubly exciting by the knowledge that the defining sin of incest was about to be completed. We have, of course, had possession of his soul for many years. We were about to gain hers. Fornication, even with the refinements of oral and anal sex is, of course, merely venial, as is lesbian involvement. Incest is mortal, according to The Enemy's ridiculous rules! 'So what first, Jasper? The lovely teenage blonde, or this willing, smooth- skinned arse?' She giggled, on a 'high'. 'Later, Dominic. I've waited years for this.' 'And so have I.' He was on top of her, and deeply into her in seconds. I lay beside them, stroking my cock and watching our triumph. I watched her finger-nails rake across his back, tearing hair and skin, as she came for the first time. He seemed not to notice as he fucked her as fiercely as any Demon with a new soul to play with. He did not come, though I could see the effort in his sweating face. He lifted himself slightly and caressed her breast, pressing and stroking, tweaking the tiny, rosy nipple between finer and thumb. Now they were close together again, kissing, as their bellies crashed together. She came again, and I saw her hand slip down to his buttocks. Her finger, glistening from her own juices, slipped into his anus, just as I had taught her. Now he came, a great, shuddering orgasm that went on and on as he emptied his cum into her, an orgasm that had been waiting for two years of silent, secret lusting. I turned round on the bed, so that when he rolled off her, we were head-to-toe as it were. His cock was still half-hard, and wet from his and her cum. I rolled him, unprotesting, and still half-dazed from the force of his first orgasm in his daughter's cunt, rolled him on his side so his cock was inches from my face. He will be a popular fuck when he joins us in Hell. His cock is straight and very light-skinned. Strangely hairless for such a hairy man, and crowned with a pretty red knob, foreskin quite loose. I took it in my mouth. His daughter was watching, and she sat up on the bed. 'Suck Dominic, Daddy. I want to see two men playing. I never have. Look how lovely his cock is. I felt his hands on my waist and arse, and the warmth of his mouth round my cock. Mary got up from the bed. We sucked each other, excited as one always is with a new partner. Then Mary was standing over us on the bed, legs astride. There was a sudden searing pain across my buttocks. She had the black leather cat-o-nine-tails, and was using it on us as we sucked each other. I felt Jasper wince as the lash caught him this time, the flinching of his hips driving his cock deep into my mouth. She laughed, and it was my turn again. I could see her legs and cunt, the lips all swollen, and parted, her clit standing hard and peeping out. A drip appeared. His or hers, I wondered. But the lash fell again, and as she stood over us, whipping, I saw her fingers play over her cunt lips, rubbing and stretching them, and then tweaking and pulling at her clit. The lash descended once more, and she was coming again. 'Don't come, Daddy. I want to see you fuck Dominic!' 'And then I get to fuck him back?' 'Yes! Kneeling, Dominic.' 'So you can whip us?' 'Of course!' Intelligence Department had, of course, reported his rather frequent homosexual adventures, and it was clear he was experienced in anal sex. He spat on his cock and was up me as smoothly and efficiently as any Senior Demon. He slapped my arse as he fucked. Then there was the sound of a lash hitting his arse. His thrust was even harder that instant, and I heard him squeal. Out of the corner of my eye I could just see the muscles of her belly and thighs contract as the lash descended again. And again the harder thrust and squeal. He was close to coming, and the third lash tipped him over the edge. I felt his fists pummel my back as he came in me. 'Now you, Dominic. quick!' I spat in my hand, moistened my cock and was into him, kneeling in front of me. The purpose was not merely to fuck him, but to establish her willing compliance in the act. Indeed she had insisted on it. Was this possibly the same fourteen year-old girl we had recorded deep in prayer only a month earlier. Deep in prayer she may have been, but she was deep in my arse now. As I shagged her father, so she knelt behind me, and shagged my arse with the strap-on dildo I'd given her. Twentieth day of the seventh month year 437698 of our Freedom. ........................................................ 'Excellent progress, Ratsbane.' He shut the report and placed it carefully in his out-tray. 'How much longer before she goes back to school?' 'Six weeks, Your Eminence' 'More than you need, I suspect. I am looking forward to adding her to my harem. And it is even possible Our Mighty Lord Himself will pre-empt me in that. So it would be best to bring the matter to a head quickly. You have almost achieved enough corruption to damn her.' He consulted the file again. 'Yes, Intel believe she is effectively damned. But this is high profile, so we had better be sure.' 'I have a scheme, Your Eminence, that will ensure that beyond all doubt.' 'Excellent, Ratsbane. My predecessor clearly under estimated you. Never mind! His reports were destroyed even as he was consumed himself, as usual. Excellent work. Bring this off and promotion is assured. Yes, and I think you can have one of those to amuse you until you return to Earth tomorrow.' He pointed to the two naked girls who cowered in the corner of his office. 'Chose one, and show me what you can do!' ...................................................... REPORT 05 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane 'She has told me not to see you again, Dom.' 'Your mother?' 'And says that if I do she will tell Father Anselm, and if he doesn't do anything, the Bishop! I hate her!' I stroked her hair, and then her breast through the white cotton shirt, to calm her. 'You really hate her?' 'I could kill her!' 'They would probably send me away, I mean right away to another country.' (In fact, as we both know, the Bishop would be very surprised to hear of the existence of 'Father Dominic'!) 'I hate her.' 'Enough to kill her?' ''If I thought I could get away with it ...' ........................................................ Intelligence Department had appraised me of Doctor McHeath, deeply damned. A libertine, and already a murderer, he would be ideal for the task. A bribe (her fourteen year old body, naked and willing), and a touch of blackmail (a reference to his drug-taking, a couple of murders, and fraud on his patients and the state), and he agreed. He would provide the Death Certificate, and knew an amenable undertaker as well. We sent Mary in to her mother first. 'Mother, there are two gentlemen to see you. The Priest and your doctor.' 'I told you to knock first.' She was standing there in brassiere and panties, brushing her hair. 'Tell them I'll be ten minutes, while I dress.' 'Oh, I don't think they'll mind, mother. In fact I think they will like you in your lingerie. You're not bad!' The older woman advanced on the girl, rage in her eyes, but then she recoiled. 'Indeed! Very tasty indeed, don't you agree, Doctor?' 'Indeed, Father. Of course I've seen her naked before. One of the pleasures of the medical profession, you know. Often handled these lovelies!' He reached out, and roughly, crudely seized a breast crushing the green satin under each hand.' 'Let me go, you villain. Help!' Mary laughed. 'Nearly as nice as these!' I had unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall to the floor. Her daughter doesn't wear a brassiere, Doctor. Have you handled these?' I was caressing her tits, a lot more gently than the doctor was handling her mother's. 'Never, my dear Father. Never . She was always on my partner's list. Her mother thought it wrong for her to have a male doctor. Ok for her, but not her daughter. I shall enjoy them though. Eh? My sweetie.' He had the woman pulled against him, her arse against his crotch, one hand on her breast, the other on her satin-clad crotch. She was struggling and protesting. Mary, and myself were naked now. 'Let me go. I'll tell the Bishop. I'll tell the Medical Council. Your father ...' 'Difficult to be dignified with one tit out of her bra, and her ginger cunt hairs showing round the crotch of her panties, eh, Father Dominic? Do you wear green because it looks good with your ginger cunt?' 'You'll all go to prison for this ...' 'Tied to the bed, Doctor, don't you think?' 'Yes. and gagged. God! Just listen to her!' 'It's all right! The neighbors all work. There's nobody to hear her.' 'All the same. gag her, Mary, while we hold her down. And these handcuffs. Spreadeagled, like that. Yes!' So there she was, as pretty a little offering as I ever saw. Her bra may have been a size too small as her tits strained against the fabric. And you could see the shape of her cunt under the shiny green. Her lips were obviously nicely plump. Yes, she was her daughter's mother all right! Strange to think her daughter could have grown up to become prim and priggish, despite her looks, like her mother were it not for our intervention. Now her daughter intervened herself, grasping the cloth of the bra at the front and tearing it. Full white breasts, with the same rosy nipples as Mary, popped out as the fabric ripped and came clear of her body. The panties now. A hand at the waistband, a rip, and the cunt was revealed. Hairy. Ginger. Too much hair for our modern taste. When she reaches Hell she will doubtless be made to shave and exhibit that pretty, plump mound. Mary threw the shredded lingerie to the floor and picked up the whip I had given her. She showed no mercy, lashing the naked woman's thighs, belly and breasts. 'Hey! Don't spoil her tits!' The Doctor was concerned she would break the delicate white skin. 'I'm only going to sharpen her up a bit. I think they look nice pink, don't you?' The lash fell again, this time the leather thongs cutting into her open thighs, and one of them finding the whole length of her slit. 'Still, that'll do for now. You want to fuck me, Doctor?' She lay on her back across her mother's naked body, her thighs raised. I watched the Doctor kneel between her legs, his cock at a forty-five degree angle, suggesting a vigorous fuck. He wiped it the length of her slit, and lubricated entered her. It was a satisfying moment as it guaranteed her promiscuity. Me, her father, and now a comparative stranger. I watched as they fucked, writhing in each others' arms. Soon I was hearing the familiar sounds of her first orgasm, and saw her nails claw his back in her passion. I amused myself with a pair of tweezers I found by the bed, selecting one pubic hair at a time and tweaking it out. Soon I had cleared an area of one cunt lip perhaps a half square inch. By the way she wriggled and arched her body, despite the weight of the two bodies fucking across it, you would think I was really torturing her. In passing, when she reaches us in Hell she will be a most amusing subject, with a low tolerance to pain. I heard Mary come a second time, and now they were kneeling. I watched his cock glisten as it reamed in and out, of her cunt not her arse, and listened to the smack of belly against buttocks. My game with the ginger cunt hairs was palling, so I decided a different form of torture. I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear. 'We're going to kill you, my sweetie. The Doctor's going to kill you. Perhaps he'll inject you. Perhaps it would be more fun to strangle you.' You would have enjoyed her fear-filled eyes, Your Altitude. 'Yes, that would be more amusing. But first we're going to rape you a bit.' My cock was placed and I pushed. She was dry and tight, but I managed to get the knob past her lips. 'Teach you to sneak to Father Anselm. To the Bishop.' I pressed harder and was in her. As I fucked her I whispered. 'She fucks well, your daughter. Can you hear her? I taught her that, my sweetie.' Beside me the Doctor had come, and they were laying beside me now. The Doctor reached between us to feel our victim's tits. It was time for me to come. My cock moved easier now her cunt was filled with cum, and I shagged on for a minute or two. The Doctor was speaking. 'Ride her face, Mary, while he fucks her. She can't bite with that gag.' Mary was astride her face, and grinding her cunt up and down. I knelt so I could enjoy fondling Mary's tits and belly while still fucking her mother. I noticed the Doctor getting hard again as he caressed his victim's breasts. I leaned over and licked the shaft of his cock. He laughed, and pushed his knob between my lips. Probably because of this, Mary was coming again, her cunt raking up and down her mother's face, making it glisten with her and the Doctor's cum. I came again, and pulled out. 'My turn at her now!' The Doctor immediately replaced me. His cock slid in easily into the cum-filled cunt. He had his hands round her neck. 'I'd like to strangle you. Always wanted to, sanctimonious bitch. But, Mary, take that pillow and cover her face. Now, when I tell you to, press down on it. I want to feel her death-throes as I come.' And so Mary became completely and indisputably our property. On the Doctor's instruction she smothered her mother. The body arched as if in orgasm as he unloaded his cum into her. The Funeral Directors arrived for the body soon after, and Mary's father soon after that, to hear of the happy news. 'I shall prepare the death certificate as soon as I'm back to the surgery. Heart failure, I think. I can write up some notes showing I've been treating her for a heart condition for years. An early cremation, I think?' He was still hard. So was I. As her father undressed, I entered Mary's arsehole. The Doctor held her father in his arms. 'And I've always wanted you, Jasper. Kneel for me ...' Twenty seventh day of the seventh month 437698th year of Our Great Leader's triumph. ........................................................... 'Not a demanding assignment, young Ratsbane, but performed adequately.' He placed the last report in the buff folder and closed it. 'A few errors and imperfections, but I shall pass over those in my final report. yes, adequate.' Ratsbane glowed inwardly. This was high praise indeed. Usually there was nothing but criticism and condemnation. He had been fairly confident, and had put on robes of the sort favored by his new chief. He was glad not to wear either the religious black or the gray suits his former boss, now consumed as roasts and stew, had demanded. His chief came round the great desk and stood beside him, fondling his arse through the fine silk 'Yes, Ratsbane, stick with me and you will do well, rise perhaps to the nobility.' 'I shall always support you, Your Altitude. Always.' Both knew that to be a lie. He would support his chief just so long as it paid him to. Not a moment longer. The Count suspected it had been Ratsbane who had denounced his predecessor, and was confident the Demon would do the same to him if it advanced his career. The fondling hand moved to seek out his cock. Ratsbane made as if to kneel, but his chief laughed. 'No time for that!. You'll be disappointed today, But not, I think, about that.' He pointed to the corner of his office, where as usual an unfortunate cowered. 'It's the mother, the McPherson woman!' 'And she's yours. Your first soul, Ratsbane. And you are authorized to remove 'cadet' from your title.' Thank you, My Lord. I can't say how....' 'Of course. Now fuck her while I watch. Yes, I had to gag her. Her self-pity and despair were most gratifying, but the continual calling on The Enemy and His Lieutenants was too much.' He shuddered. 'You'll have to whip that out of her.' 'May I use your desk, Sire?' 'Not the first time!' Ratsbane had the weeping woman by the hair and forced her over the mahogany desk. He wedged her legs apart using one knee. Her cunt, under her luxuriant ginger hair ...one little bald spot where he had earlier plucked it ... was obviously dry. He spat on his hand and applied it to her arse. 'I shall bugger her, Sire.' As he entered her with a brutal thrust, The Count pressed a button, and a hologram appeared. 'Watch this while he fucks you!' Two black-suited men wheeled a trolley into a somber room, locked the wheels, spoke a couple of words and left. In the room was a short, fat man in a black frock coat. This was clearly a funeral parlor. The white bundle on the trolley was tied with cotton laces. He hummed happily to himself as he untied them. With a sweep of both arms he opened the cloth. 'Ta Ra!' He stood looking, then leaned forward and brushed his palm over one breast and then the other. He was talking to himself, or perhaps to the corpse. 'Nice tits. Nice firm belly. Not bad for forty something. Good of the Doctor to send me you, my little darling.' He undressed methodically, hanging his frock-coat and trousers in a closet. He locked the door. 'I see someone has been whipping you. Not enough to spoil you, though. I wonder of you enjoyed it. Perhaps not.' He consulted a clip-board hanging from the trolley. 'Cremation tomorrow, then. Not long! But enough for one night of love, my sweetie.' He took what seemed to be a scent spray. His cock waved in front of him as he opened her legs and sprayed onto her cunt. He opened the lips and sprayed again. 'And your arse my darling.' He lifted her leg slightly and sprayed under her. 'Cunt first, then arsehole. Need plenty of oil for each I should think' He sprayed his cock and put the bottle down. His cock glistened as he rubbed his hand once up and down the shaft. 'Now, not a word!' He laughed. As he scrambled on top of her and his cock entered, the hologram faded. 'I came, Sire! Now I should like to take her away and torture a bit.' 'Of course. But first, it is time to harvest Mary.' 'You want me to ...' 'No, that's all in hand! Our Great Leader himself has ordered His own Operations Unit to harvest her. Watch!' Again the hologram. That familiar slim blonde figure was walking happily along the pavement in a leafy suburb. Ratsbane noticed with amusement she had in fact just left the Doctor's house. Satisfyingly sluttish behavior! The white van, driving very fast, mounted the kerb and hit her. Her body flew high in the air. The van returned to the carriageway and sped off. Even before her body crashed to the ground she was dead. That same instant she found herself at the top of a broad stair, built of gray granite. Around her hundreds of people were making their way down into the pit. Like her they were all naked, some, like her, trying to hide their breasts, cunts and cocks. Others just shuffling, in despair. She knew where she was. So it was not just a fairy story, and she would pay for her sins. She knew what she must do and joined the dismal throng. 'Use my office. I'm busy for a few hours. There are some whips and tongs etcetera in the cupboard. ' With the traditional puff of sulphorous smoke he disappeared. As she shuffled down the steps her route was suddenly blocked by a huge figure in black and red silk robes. She saw the horns with horror. Two black, hairy paws reached out and grasped her breasts. 'Every bit as good as they said! And such a pretty arse. But not for me, Mary. An altogether more august personage will enjoy you first. And I have the honor to lead you to Him. But why not?' He forced her to kneel, and as he parted her robes, she saw his great red and purple cock towering from the unbroken mat of black hair. She knew what she must do. The crowd shuffled past, uncaring, as she lowered her lips ... For Ever