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Codes: GLBT themes, Incest, Cohesion, Corruption, Cuckold, Lolita, NC,
Rape, Sadism, Pedophilia, Snuff, MC, Demons, Evil themes, Blasphemy

   SATAN'S DAUGHTER

   For my dearest friend `Sandra in Hell', you are truly Satan's Daughter
to me.  Thanks for being an inspiration.  Hope this does the trick!

   SATAN'S DAUGHTER - CHAPTER 1 (2,584 WORDS)

   Dr Daisy Harvey reviewed her most recent case notes.  She was a well
respected clinical psychiatrist who had amassed a number of very
interesting cases over the past five years, focusing on a particularly
disturbing relationship between patients suffering from schizophrenia and
religious delusions.  She had already written a number of high acclaimed
papers, one of which she had titled `The God Complex' - and covered many
documented cases of patients that suffered from disillusions of grandeur
that they were in fact the reincarnation of Angels, Saints, Prophets, Jesus
Christ, and even God himself.  Sifting through their various forms of
psychosis - Dr Harvey had developed a number of key treatment programs and
therapy structures that were seen as rather radical, but none-the-less
highly effective.

   Since she was unable to have children of her own, she had always felt a
burning need to help them professionally.  So, now her focus shifted to
juveniles and even younger patients that seemed to have the early signs of
this disturbing condition; and the case notes that had caught her attention
were that of a young girl named Sally Johnson.  Aged twelve years and two
months.  A bright and intelligent girl that on the surface that seemed to
be like any other tweeny she had ever encountered.  This was an unusual
case for two key reasons.

   Firstly, this type of schizophrenia, usually appeared in young adults
between the ages of 15 and 25; even at 14 years of age for childhood-onset
schizophrenia was only seen as a disorder effecting only 1% of the
population.  Dr Harvey had considered all the physical symptoms, feelings
and mood, behavior, cognitive problems, delusions, and hallucinations - and
this case was one of a kind.  Simply put the girl claimed to be the
`Daughter of Satan' and Dr Harvey had initially put this down to one too
many `Twilight Sagas'; however her initial session with the child
demonstrated a far more extensive and elaborate delusion involving strongly
blasphemous and highly sexualized undertones of interests that touched on a
number of paraphilias; including exhibitionism, necrophilia, sadism,
vampirism; as well as a significant interest in incest that was not so
easily dismissed.

   The second reason for her curiosity was much more personal to Dr Harvey.
Though she was happily married for over a decade and believed that she was
a very normal heterosexual woman; and regardless of whatever therapist-like
spin she put on it, she could not deny a growing attraction to this child.
Not attractions to the merits of the case, but something else, something
more base, like a sexually motivated interest that bordered on fixation. 
The girl had not been two minutes in the privacy of her therapy room and
she had discovered the girl had no underwear beneath her short mini-shirt.
It had been subtle but deliberate.  Dr Harvey had felt a wetness between
her own thighs at the sight of this outrageous behavior and immediately
after the session she had sort to furiously masturbate at the thought of
what she had seen and heard earlier.

   And then there was the diary, provided by her parents as evidence of her
daughter's abnormal behavior.  Dr Harvey picked it up and opened it.  The
obscene little diary was an important starting point.  Sally had scribbled
incessantly in it, like an obsessive compulsive . . .  over and over . . .
words over words . . .  blasphemy over blasphemy.  Some of it made sense,
some of it didn't.  Whatever it was, it reflected a very disturbed
state-of-mind.  Dr Harvey studied it carefully.

   `Fuck GOD.  Fuck MARY's CUNT.  Suck JESUS ON THE CROSS.  CUT yourself!
Worship SATAN.  The TRUE FATHER.  Worship my FATHER'S COCK.  Masturbate to
SATAN!  Fuck my ass FATHER.  I SOIL my face with the SEMEN of the DEVIL. 
My CUNT needs my FATHER's COCK!  CUT and KILL!  Lick my mother's CUNT! 
CUNT MARY!  SEX with nuns!  KILL Christian FUCKS.  MAKE ME CUM SATAN! 
OFFER them to the DEVIL.  LUCIFER is the light.  Worship the darkness.  CUM
on the CRUCIFIX.  SEX with babies!  Suffocate your kin!  MASTURBATION in
HELL.  Let the DEMONs FUCK me in every hole.  EAT your CHILDREN!  Fuck the
Dead!  You're your sister!  SATAN wants INCEST.  INCEST is BEAUTY.  Drink
BLOOD!  FUCK the HOLY SPIRIT!  SUCK the COCK of PRIESTS.  Satan loves sex
with children!  CUM in the BIBLE!  DRINK their CUM from the CHALICE.  Fuck
on the ALTAR of GOD.  Desecrate the church.  NUNs are whores!  NAKED CUNT!
Suck my CUNT!  INCEST for the GLORY of SATAN.  Worship SATAN's anus!  LICK
SATAN's ass.  Fuck me in ass SATAN.  Fuck my little brother!  Kill my
siblings and drink their BLOOD!  Fuck my DADDY.  FUCK DADDY and slit his
throat!  FUCK mommy with a knife.  CUT her nipples off!  Sexual
Cannibalism. Rape sex!  INCEST is HOLY!  SATAN is the GOD of SEX!  KILL for
Satan!  KILL!  KILL!

   Blasphemous!  Sexual!  Deviant!  She was so wet beneath her conservative
clothing.  There was something in it that talked directly to Dr Harvey
baser instincts . . .  something that sexually excited her . . .  she found
that she could not resist touching her self as she read the vulgar words of
Sally's diary.  She sank two fingers into her heated cunt as she thought
`next interview, I should wear something more revealing myself.  Fuck that
little bitch in my office...  getting her on her knees and licking me out.
Oh!  Satan...'

   The diary contained other toxic contents.  There were all manner of
crude pencil drawings of a young girl that looked like Sally, doing things
with herself, to her siblings and to her parents.  It was pretty graphic
and left nothing to the imagination; masturbation with religious objects;
bestial coupling with family pets; slitting their throats and drinking
their blood; corpses with entrails hanging out; fucking the dead bodies of
her family.  Pretty little Sally.  Incestuous Lolita Sally.  Naked and
fucking herself with a large crucifix.  It was appalling, disgusting and
revolving - but at the same time gave Dr Harvey a thrill like nothing else
before.

   She had videotaped the interview.  She checked that the office door was
locked from the inside.  Removing her restrictive long shirt and her broad
comfort panties, she pushed the tape into the player and switched on the
monitor.  It purred to life.  The object of her affection.  Sally Johnson.
The delicious twelve-year-old harlot!  Such a delicate flower with such an
interesting mind...

   "So Sally, your mother tells me that you may have thoughts of
self-harm?" Asked Dr Harvey sitting opposite her young patient across the
small coffee table as they both seated adjacently on matching cream-leather
couches.

   "I'm not sure what my mother told you, but it isn't true.  She has a way
of exaggerating things.  Everything is cool." Sally looked bored and
disinterested.

   "No problems at school?  Home?  Anything you want to tell me?"

   "All the usually problems that kids my age have, I guess."

   "Your mother tells me that you like to fantasize . . .  that you say
outrageous things.  Is that true?" This got her attention.

   "If you are saying that I do things to get them to notice me, because I
feel unloved and want my parents full attention...  then yes."

   "I think you are telling me, what you think I want to here.  Sally, you
are a clever young girl.  Bright, articulate and have everything going for
you.  Your parents just want to make sure that you are OK.  That's why you
are here." Dr Harvey drank some water from the glass on her desk.

   "So if everything is cool - can I go?" Asked the hopeful Sally.  Her
demeanor had changed and now was almost disarmingly pleasant.

   "But everything is not cool?  Is it? . . .  Tell me about these wild
fantasizes."

   "What do you mean?" Sally looked angry.

   "You know what I am talking about." Insisted Dr Harvey.

   "Are you talking about the one where I want to fuck my little brother
and sister?" Sally sat at the end of the couch.  Her lack of underwear was
blatantly obvious.  "Or the one where I fuck my dad while my mum watches
and plays with herself?"

   "Both are very interesting.  Let's start with your siblings then."
Replied Dr Harvey, her voice was professionally calm, but inside her
stomach was doing summersaults.

   "Well Doctor.  Where should I start?  I hear voices.  They are evil
voices.  Voices from Hell.  They tell me to do things.  They tell me that
Satan love me.  That he is my true father and that he wants his only
daughter, that he has given unto the world, to prepare the world for his
kind."

   "His kind?"

   "Yes Doc.  His kind.  Hell is real.  You know my mother goes to church
every Sunday morning.  She's done it all my life.  She prays to the Saints.
She prays to the Mother Mary.  She prays to Jesus.  She knows that God is
real.  She believes in the power of the Holy Spirit - that heaven and the
angels are all real...  but ask her about the Devil?  Lucifer?  Satan?  Old
Nick?  She thinks he doesn't exist BUT he does.  He is real and Hell is a
place - a sensual place where I am from.  Hell is the domain of demonic
delights.  All that is deigned in heaven, shall be granted in hell.  I am
the antichrist and my father has said `do on earth as we do it hell'..."

   "And what is that exactly?  I mean what is it that you want to do?"

   "You know what you want to do.  You've been looking between my legs ever
since I first arrived.  My little twelve year old cunt is so hot - it's lit
with the fires of Hell.  I can read your mind Doc.  You want to fall on
your knees and lick me out...  don't worry, I won't tell anyone, if you
don't.  Why waste our time talking, when we could be fucking?  Satan loves
you sister.  Satan knows you're bored of your husband's limp cock that
can't satisfy you.  Come to me and Satan will give you orgasms like you
have never experienced before.  Ride on my face, while you stroke my
childish cunt...  worship the devil and you shall receive sister..."

   "Well, we are moving a little off topic.  Tell me more about these
fantasizes of yours...  about your parents maybe?"

   Sally laughed.

   "My mother has never sucked my father's cock.  In all the time they have
been married.  She thinks it's dirty.  He wants it.  He wants it badly.  I
know because I read his mind.  And when she is not around he masturbates to
gay pornography and dreams of young boys - he knows that a boy can suck
much better than a girl, because a boy has a cock himself, and know what he
wants.  When he lies in their martial bed at night next to my sleeping
mother, he masturbates and fantasizes about male prostitutes that he meets
in the public toilets; who give him a quick hand job; sometimes even head.
He wants to try anal...  you think my mother would do anal?"

   Sally laughed again.

   "She's at church praying the fucking Saints.  Praying that I won't
molest her younger children.  But she's already too late.  I have been
doing it for years.  They never suspected, because both my brother and
sister like it.  I used to touch them in the bath when I was suppose to be
washing them.  Sticking my finger into my baby sister's twat; then rubbing
my little brother cocklet.  Now, they want it.  They want it all the time.
They even do it with each other and their little friends.  Sleepovers are
such a great invention - sometimes my brother will fuck one of his young
school friends while I watch; sometimes I let them fuck me.  They know that
I am Satan's daughter and they must obey me.  And they obey me because they
love the devil.  I don't even have to coax them anymore - they willingly
perform oral sex on me . . .  they debase the religious icons I give them.
My baby sister puts her mother's crucifix in her vagina whenever possible.
She knows the pleasure that the antichrist can bring."

   Dr Harvey finished her glass of water.  This was going well.

   "So as the antichrist, what is your role here?"

   "Don't mock me." Sally snapped.

   "Sorry Sally.  I really don't want to mock you.  I just want to . . . 
understand."

   "Yes you do.  But you lie to yourself.  I see it on your face.  You are
aroused, but ashamed of your arousal, because you have not accepted Satan
into your heart.  You are foolish." Sally lifted her shirt and touched her
hairless pussy.  She fingered herself and played with her pointed little
nipples.  "You like my cunt, but you have never been with a girl or a
woman. You think you're heterosexual, and you deign your true bisexual
feelings.  Satan is androgynous - he is both male and female in the same
instance.  All demons are bisexual.  They thrive on heat between our legs.
A woman can enjoy the tongue of another.  Imagine in the darkness - it is
the same sweet, just a different wrapper?  Wouldn't you agree Doctor?"

   Dr Harvey's jaw was open at the sight of the young twelve-year-old girl
masturbating in her office.  It was singularly the most erotic thing she'd
ever seen.

   "Daisy.  May I call you Daisy? .  .  ." Asked Sally, but didn't wait for
an answer.  "Daisy, you have forgotten your school days.  Her name was
Mary. How ironic.  How you rebuffed your best friend's sexual advances. 
You wanted to.  But you were afraid.  More afraid than willing to do what
you really wanted to.  Right?  She was so sexy.  You liked the way she made
your feel between your quivering thighs.  You were twelve years old.  Just
like me.  You masturbated yourself thinking about what you would have liked
to do with her. . .  but you couldn't go through with it.  You chickened
out Daisy.  She was a great fuck.  She still thinks about you from time to
time.  As you do about her."

   "How? . . .  How do you know this stuff?"

   "Fantasies remember?  A delusion?  `Simply put the girl claimed to be
the Daughter of Satan that you have put down to one too many Twilight
Sagas' . . .  Sorry, I am paraphrasing here . . .  `she demonstrates a far
more extension and elaborate delusion involving strongly blasphemous and
sexualized undertones of interests that touched on a number of paraphilias;
including exhibitionism, necrophilia, sadism, vampirism; as well as a
significant interest in incest that can not so easily dismissed . . .

   "Well Daisy, here's one for your journal.  Your husband is not at work
today again.  In fact he likes to take the occasional Friday off.  He heads
downtown.  There's a bar he knows, where the women have a little something
extra.  Yes Daisy.  Hubby loves chicks-with-dicks.  He loves to get on his
knees and give them head.  He loves to swallow.  He's there right now. 
Sucking them off like a little pervert.  And then he'll come home to you
and kiss your lips with the same mouth that he had wrapped around the eight
inch cock, that was fucking his faggot face."

   The tape stopped.  Dr Harvey panted heavily, she had cum already
multiple times . . .  Interesting mind.  Interesting mind.

   SATAN'S DAUGHTER - CHAPTER 2 (2,473 WORDS)

   Dr Harvey's secretary pressed the intercom.

   "Dr Harvey, your next patient is here."

   "Is it Sally?"

   "Yes."

   "Please send her through and . . .  hold all my calls, we will be in
therapy session, so I don't want any interrupts for any reason."

   Little Sally Johnson, all 4' 6" of her, walked into the therapy room. 
She tossed hair long dark brown hair and walked with the grace of someone
without a care.  Dr Harvey stood up and gestured towards the couch.  Dr
Harvey locked the door and sat down, crossed her legs and positioned her
clipboard and pen on her lap.  Sally smiled sweetly and sat quietly
opposite with her knees draw together - a portrait of child-like innocence.


   "Good afternoon Sally.  How are you today?"

   "Good Dr Harvey.  Actually I feel excellent thanks to our chat earlier
in the week."

   "That is very reassuring."

   "You look nice today.  Not so . . .  uptight.  Did you wear it
especially for me?  No, don't answer, as you know, I already know.  And you
thought about me too . . .  oh that is so sweet, masturbating like eager
teenager, mmmmm . . .  at your desk over there while you watched me on the
video . . .  oh that was rather hot too."

   "Well let's assume for a second that you can't read my mind.  I
certainly can't read yours.  I told your parents that we had made some
progress."

   "That was not a lie."

   "Yes . . .  and your neat trick about reading minds . . ."

   "A trick?  What is it that I have to do to convince you, that I am, who
I say I am?  Isn't it quite plausible that there are things that even the
great Dr Daisy Harvey doesn't know or comprehend?  A trick would have been
if I guessed your favorite color or whatever cards you was holding up in
your hand . . .  why are you shaking inside Daisy?  Why is it you hold on
so tightly to your own illusions?  He calls for you.  He wants you to help
me.  You will be my lover and you will do all the nasty and degrading
things I expect."

   Dr Harvey was shaking and she couldn't deny it.  She had thought that
she could control this thing.  But she was mistaken.  Her mind had been
occupied with nothing else other than little sexy Sally Johnson, since
their first session two days prior.  She thought the young girl was very
special . . .  she was unsure about the whole dark agenda of being the
`daughter of the devil' thing, but she was infuriated with her lack of
control yet infused with the need to know more . . .  her husband's
infidelities with transgendered folk were unproven; but what about her best
friend, Mary, oh she wished that they had experimented together after
school on that day . . .  she should have welcomes her best friend's
advance, they would have kissed and touched each other in special places!

   "Suppose, for a moment Sally that you are who you say you are.  Why now,
why here, why me?"

   "Daisy my love.  Did Jesus pick Mary and Joseph as his loser parents? 
Did the Son of God pick a dirty little backwater called Nazareth?  Did he
find his twelve fucking disciples at the `Jesus needs disciples store'? 
Look, we can talk or fuck.  Look at the way you're dressed?  You look like
a cheap whore . . .  it's definitely a big improvement.  And I know it
turned you on picking out this little ensemble.  Maybe you could do a
little striptease first - before we do it?"

   Daisy blushed like a teenager on a first date.  She was almost
hyperventilating.  Sally striped naked without missing a heartbeat and
stood next to Daisy.  She bend down, kissed her gently on the mouth and
caressed her hair.

   "Did you know that a lesbian lover would spend nearly four times longer
in foreplay than any man?  Interesting.  All I ever want to do is cum.  I
like it rough . . .  I like it when you talk dirty . . .  call me a little
fucking whore . . .  order me to do dirty things to you . . .  look at my
nipples, they are so hard . . .  look at my sweet little cunt, it's so
juicy . . .  does the nasty therapist want to abuse me?  They say that most
pedophiles think the child gets something out of being molested, that in
some warped way that they actually asked for it . . .  isn't that what it
says in your psycho-bull-shit-journals?  Well, Dr Pedo - I want you to
spank my little toosh and stick a finger inside my bum-bum . . .  isn't
that what we both want?"

   She held Daisy's shaking hand and placed it over her beasts.  She
squeezed her fingers together until that held her underdeveloped breast and
her hard nipple rubbed against the palm of Daisy's hand.  She then drew her
other hand downward over her stomach to her hairless crutch, all the time
looking at her directly in the eyes.  Daisy could feel the heat of the
child's wet vagina against her fingers.

   "Push them in . . .  do it . . .  finger fuck me . . ."

   Daisy's hand moved in remote control.  Every fiber of her conscious mind
said stop; but still her digits penetrated the girl's hot wet hole.  She
groaned.

   "Do you think God wants you to violate one of his blessed children?  No
he fucking doesn't.  But he hasn't struck you down either?  Satan wants you
to violate me . . .  he created me for this very purpose.  And he has a
great love for you Daisy, he wants you to enjoy all the pleasures that you
have been forbidden.  Are ready to accept him into your heart . . .  to
become one of his disciples?  Oh!  Fuck me harder!" Moaned Sally as she
pumped her tiny hips, to grind against Daisy's probing fingers.

   Daisy withdrew her sticky hand.  She looked shocked.

   "This is crazy!"

   "What is crazy about lust?" Again she kissed Daisy on the lips.  It was
a lingering kiss with an open mouth.  Her tongue penetrated Daisy's pursed
lips.  Daisy's hand moved back between Sally's legs, groping her roughly.
"That's more like it . . .  more fingers . . .  put your whole hand in me .
. .  I like to feel full!  Feel my cervix . . ."

   Daisy returned Sally's Sapphic tongue kiss, their mouths crushed
together passionately as Sally's hands slipped beneath Daisy's braless
crop-top.

   "You have small breasts like a boy.  I like that.  Let me suck them for
you.  I know that your husband never does.  But I have a plan for that
selfish bastard my love."

   "And . . .  what would that be Sally?"

   "Cuckold.  First we are going to Cuckold him . . .  while we both fuck
some serious demon cock together . . .  maybe then we'll torture him . . .
maybe even castrate him too . . .  whatever happens - his cock-sucking days
are over!  Would you like that?"

   "Would you do that for me?"

   "Oh yes.  You don't have any idea of how perverted we are going to get
together . . .  and when you adopt me, after my parents suddenly meet with
a freakish accident . . .  you will have three beautiful child to call
yours . . .  we'll call you mummy . . .  especially while we all have sex
you . . ."

   "How is this all possible?" Asked Daisy feeling Sally's finger climbing
slowly up the inside of her thighs - teasingly stroking her newly shaved
pussy lips through her soaked g-string.

   "Because, my father is already making it happen.  He is the god of the
world, the god of flesh and will do anything for his little girl."

   xxxxx

   Dr Harvey placed her briefcase on the dresser.  Her husband, Samuel, was
asleep in the lounge chair.  Samuel had not even heard her come home.  It
had been an unexpected day of surprises.  She stripped naked, leaving her
clothes on the floor as she undressed and lay on the bed.  Usually she
would have carefully folded everything, put everything in its place, and
then donned one of her quilted long nightgowns.  But tonight her husband
would remain where he was.  Samuel was not going anywhere.  Her dark angel
had told her so.

   She had moved the dressing mirror closer to the bed, so that she could
watch herself masturbate.  She sat back against the headboard, supported by
pillows and watched as she stroked herself, recounting the therapy session
with Sally.  Beautiful Sally.  Sexy and horny Sally.  She was a child
molester and proud of it . . .  she said it out loud and it gave her an
instant thrill . . .  `molest the children . . .  for Satan . . .' she
bucked in an instant reward of deliciously perverted pleasure!  `fuck god!
Worship Satan! . . .  aarrgghhhh . . .  she moaned in response to the
constant sharp spikes of ecstasy.  The fingers of her left head twisted her
nipples, while the fingers of her right pressed against her clit.

   She imagined Sally and her smaller siblings entangled in an incestuous
orgy.  Their small underdeveloped bodies all praying to Satan as they
sinned together.  Her fantasy or was it Sally confession?  She wanted to
see it for her self, to be part of it, to participate . . .  initiating it!
Yes, there were others that came to her mind, young, vulnerable patients of
hers . . .  she imagined seducing them all, boys and girls, one-by-one . .
. she used hypnotherapy before and thought about the mechanism of
molestation, while they were under her complete control.  Maybe simply
using it to do as she pleased to them; or more insidiously, using erotic
hypnotic suggestions to lower their inhibitions, add trigger words like
`Satan' to turn them to complete sluts!  She imagined Sally being there . .
.  watching her perform her dark hypnosis, so the two of them could share
the abuse together.

   Overwhelmed with sexual exhaustion, Daisy dozed off with her fingers
still buried inside her cunt.  And as she dozed deeper into a twilight
sleep, she dreamt of Sally . . .  she dreamt of Satan . . .  she dreamt of
all the pleasure deigned in heaven, off all the unimaginable wickedness,
perversities and salaciousness she craved as a servant of Hell . . .

   Sally took her by the hand.  It was twilight and Daisy squinted in the
dimness to she where she was leading her.  She felt different.  Her naked
body was waifish and undeveloped like a tweeny `you are in hell now . . .
all of Satan's servants are twelve . . .  we've been twelve for thousands
of years . . .  here we are!' A reddish glow beckoned from beneath the
crooked roots of a giant oak tree.  `We are where?' asked Daisy.  `At our
masters bedchamber . . .  he awaits us'.  They descended beneath the tree
into an earthen passage lit by the glowing warmth ahead.  The passage
widened until they emerged into a cave-like place with huge stalactites and
stalagmites.  The hot air blew like a wind rushing towards them and out of
the small opening behind.  `Come he called us.' They ran down the sloping
cave floor deeper and deeper into the red-orange light.  There he was. 
Satan.  He took them into his arms and embraced them both.  `Sally, you've
brought Dairy with you, how wonderful.' He said.  `Oh daddy, I am so happy
that I have Daisy to play with.  She is so much like me.  And she's so
sexy.' Answered Sally kissing Sally and holding her close.  `Yes she is. 
Her little cunny needs a good fucking.' Said Satan playing with his cock.
`Oh daddy, I missed you.' Said Sally sucking her father's erection.  `Come
my daughters, look I have someone else that you may like to play with for a
while.' The girls skipped over to a place where a naked figure hung
crucified upon an inverted cross.  It was Daisy's husband.  He looked old
and decrepit.  Blood poured from the puncture wounds in his wrists and
ankles.  `Can I kill him daddy?' Asked Sally as she grabbed his flaccid
genitals and twisted them mercilessly.  `No don't kill him.' Said Daisy
`Let me do it.' Daisy spat on his face.  `You can't kill him with spit?'
Said Sally.  `No but remember you said in hell, all pleasures deigned in
heaven . . .' Replied Daisy.  Daisy rubbed her clit . . .  it became erect
with the self-pleasuring, growing longer, thicker, until the appendage
curved upwards like a giant cock . . .  `I remembered you like to suck
cock?' Daisy said to her husband as he hung upside down, his mouth level
with her hips.  She guided her cock into his mouth, forcing it between his
lips until it pressed all the way to the back of his throat.  He gagged
against it as Daisy pushed more of it obscene length down his gullet.  His
eyes bulged as Daisy began to fuck his mouth and throat, deeper with each
thrust.  `Suck cock and die you fucker.' She screamed with delight as the
old man chocked to death.

   xxxxx

   Daisy awake.  She could remember clearly every one of the debauched
details of her vivid dream.  She was tempted to finger fuck herself again.
But it felt late.  She had things to do.  She had patients to try out her
new treatments.  She dressed and walked down the stairs.  The morning light
streamed between the half drawn curtains.  Her husband was still slumped in
the chair.  Fucking pig, she thought.  I want you dead.  She kicked his
foot as she walked past.  He did not respond.  She opened the curtains and
to her surprise, he hadn't moved.  She checked his pulse and then rang the
ambulance.

   The coroner arrived.  Chocked on his own tongue they said but nothing
suspicious; maybe an allergic response?  Alcohol related?  The police left.
The priest arrived.  Samuel's immediate family left.  And then the body was
bagged and taken away.  Daisy sat with her head in her hands as people
moved in and out of the house.  People said things now and then; some asked
questions and everything else was a blur.  And toward the end of day they
were all gone.  The house was once again quiet.  Daisy smiled and went back
up stair to masturbate.

   SATAN'S DAUGHTER - CHAPTER 3 (1,693 WORDS)

   Dr Harvey's secretary pressed the intercom.

   "Your two o'clock has just arrived." Said Dr Harvey's assistant
mechanically.

   "Show her in." Answered Dr Harvey.

   Dr Harvey straightened the papers in front of her and got up from behind
her Mahoney desk and met her guest at the doorway.  Her assistant, June,
showed Mrs.  Johnson to the therapy room.  Dr Harvey eyed the slim
thirty-something as she awkwardly stood in the doorway.  Her thick-rimmed
glasses, peroxide-blond hairstyle and old-fashioned clothing did nothing to
enhance her potential.  But Dr Harvey could see her sexual potential . . .
a slut mother in the making?  Yes, she is needy of instruction.

   "Come in Mrs.  Johnson.  Please take a seat."

   "Thank you for seeing me at such short notice." Replied Sally's mother.

   "Yes, I am sorry I couldn't accommodate your earlier request.  A death
in the family."

   "Oh.  My condolences.  Anyone close?"

   "My husband."

   "Oh dear, I am so sorry for your loss."

   No loss to me, thought Dr Harvey.  The fucker deserved to go.  Now he'll
burn in hell.  Faggot cocksucker.  She refocused on her guest.

   "Now, how can I help?"

   "Well, it's Sally.  I was wondering about her progress."

   "Sally Johnson." Said Dr Harvey, looking through her notes.  "Sally
Johnson.  Yes.  Sally has had two therapy sessions so far.  She has
demonstrated good progress so far."

   "Yes but Doctor, she is still up to her old tricks.  I am afraid for the
other children; it isn't a healthy family atmosphere in the Johnson
household right now.  What have you found out about Sally?  What is being
done?"

   "Now, now Mrs.  Johnson.  There are Doctor-Patient protocols that do not
permit me to discuss the details of the case . . .  even with you Mrs. 
Johnson.  Suffice to say, the treatment is a program and it isn't about
instant results, but more long-term changes.  She is in the best of hands,
I assure you."

   "I'm afraid . . ." She whimpered.

   Dr Harvey got up and sat next to her.  She put her arm around her
compassionately.

   "Maybe I can help you too.  Maybe what you need is to relax a little.  I
have an hour before my next appointment.  Why don't we use a little
hypnotic therapy to help you remain calm . . .  I can help you, but it will
only work, if you are completely open to my suggestions.  Would you like
that?"

   Mrs.  Johnson nodded.

   "Then remove your shoes and lay down on the couch.  I will just make
sure that we will not be disturbed."

   Dr Harvey made sure her therapy room door was secured.  She called her
assistant on the intercom and requested for complete privy, as Mrs. 
Johnson was very upset.  She returned to the couch and sat on a small stool
next to Mrs.  Johnson.

   "Eve isn't it.  May I please call you Eve?"

   "Yes Dr Harvey of course." Replied Eve.

   "It's a beautiful name."

   "Thank you."

   "And you must call me Daisy."

   Eve just smiled unconvincingly.

   "I am going to make you feel very relaxed in moment, it is similar to
being sleepy, but I don't want you to actually sleep.  Now remember what I
said, your mind must be open to ALL my suggestions."

   Eve nodded hesitantly.

   "Eve.  In a moment, I am going to count down from one to five.  As I
count you feel more and more relaxed, more and more at peace, more and more
at ease . . .  Look at crucifix hanging around my neck.  Look at shiny gold
crucifix.  I want you to look at it and breath deeply.  That's it.  Keep
watching the crucifix that rests against the flesh of my chest.  Look at it
sparkle.  Breath deeply in and out . . .

   "ONE . . .  That's it - you are beginning to feel much more at ease. 
Keep looking at the shiny gold crucifix.  You can see only the shiny gold
crucifix.  Your eyes are draw to it - nothing else matters.  Your body
feels limp and heavy, first in your arms, shoulders, torso and finally all
the way down your legs to the tips of your toes . . .

   "TWO . . .  Key your eye on the shiny crucifix, see how it hangs . . .
yes, it's the wrong way up . . .  but your not concerned about it, no, you
are so relaxed and at ease . . .  your body feels warm, so warm on a bed of
soft feathers . . .  your mind is open as you listen to my voice . . .  the
shiny inverted crucifix and my voice . . .  it is all you see and all you
hear . . .  you feel rapture, peace, tranquility . . .  like floating on a
cloud . . .

   `THREE . . .  Key your eye on the shiny crucifix . . .  your mind is so
open now . . .  you are beginning to feel aroused . . .  you notice how
Jesus hangs upside down . . .  laying there against my naked breasts . . .
you love Jesus . . .  he loves you too . . .  but `Satan' makes you horny .
. .

   "FOUR . . .  As my hand touches you, you feel only pleasure, you want me
to touch you in those taboo places . . .  your pussy feels warm and wet
when I say the word . . .  `Satan' . . .  yes, it feels so turned on, so
excited, so much sexual pleasure and the feeling will multiply ten fold
every time I say the word . . .  `Satan' . . .  you're enjoying my fingers
inside your panties, stroking her hairy little cunt . . .  `Satan' . . . 
your clit is so hard, you love the feeling of my fingers inside you, you're
juices flow at the thought of the Antichrist . . .  she is so beautiful,
she is so sexy, she is your daughter, Sally . . .  `Satan' . . .  the
feeling is building and building, like the waves of the ocean crashing
against the beach, they never stop . . .  `Satan' . . .

   "FIVE . . .  You hate Jesus, he brings you nothing but pain . . .  but
the Devil, he fills you with passion . . .  `Satan' . . .  he fills you
with desire for incestuous sex with your own children . . .  `Satan' . . .
you want to serve the Antichrist . . .  `Satan' . . .  you want to make Dr
Harvey the guardian of your children, you want to watch Dr Harvey have sex
with each one of them . . .  `Satan' . . .  you obey everything that Dr
Harvey says, no matter how perverse . . .  you will perform oral sex on
your husband and share his interest in gay porn . . .  `Satan' . . .  you
will want to perform anal sex for him, in front of your children . . .  NOW
CUM!  CUM!  CUM for Satan!  `SATAN!  SATAN!  SATAN!' . . ."

   Dr Harvey removed her wet hand and licked her fingers clean.

   "Now your mind is totally relaxed; your body is feeling incredibly
satisfied; and your soul belongs to the Antichrist . . .  when I say . . .
`Awaken' . . .  you will awaken slowly, as from a strange dream, you will
not remember me masturbating you . . .  you will remember only peace,
harmony and a never-ending calm . . .  you will say `Thank you Dr Harvey, I
must be going home to my husband now' and you will do all the perverted
things I have suggested . . .

   "Awaken" . . .

   xxxxx

   Dr Harvey arrived by car at the house of the Johnsons.  She parked where
it was convenient on the street and walked the short distance to their
driveway.  It was a small two-toned semi-detached house in a very quiet
tree-lined suburban street.  The low brick wall contained the well-kept
rose bushes.  Like Nazareth, she thought to herself.  She could see Sally
was waiting for her at the front door.  Sally smiled enigmatically and
lifted her dress very briefly, displaying her nubile young body and as
usual, no underwear.

   "Daisy." Sally said running up to meet her and throwing her arms around
Daisy's neck.  They kissed inappropriately under the cover of the small
porch and quickly moved inside.  "Mommy came to see you?"

   "She certainly did.  She was initially very concerned about you. 
However, she isn't so concerned anymore." Answered Daisy, putting her hand
beneath Sally dress.

   "Your husband is dead."

   "It happened . . .  but it was more like a strange dream."

   "I know . . .  I was there.  We did it together, you and me.  I watched
you fuck his face and choke the faggot . . .  mmmmmm . . .  he had it
coming.  The realm of dreams and reality are not so far apart you know.  It
was beautiful to see.  You are truly as evil as I always hoped.  My lover,
my new guardian . . .  my disciple . . .  we will live together . . . 
abuse together, rape together and kill together . . ."

   Daisy looked dizzy with anticipation and with the new possibilities.

   "Where does this all go?"

   "Jesus hang around for over thirty fucking years . . .  even wrote a
fucking book about it . . .  I am in no rush . . .  there are so many
exquisite souls for us to collect . . .  my father is so elated with your
rapid progress . . .  it's going to be so much fun."

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