Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Note: The following is fiction. The characters in this story have been made up. The content of the story is not representative of the writer's beliefs, opinions or attitudes. This is story is intended for adult entertainment only. I would like to thank by friend, Loni, for the idea behind this story - great inspiration. Thanks. Codes: GLBT themes, Cohesion, Corruption, Lolita, NC, Rape, Bondage, Sadism, WS, Drug use, MC, Religious Themes, Devil Worship. THE CURE - CHAPTER 1 TO 6 - SYNOPSIS Most Christians believe that homosexuality is a disease. Some of them think of it as a mental disorder, while others see it is actually a manifestation of sexual demons - like a form of demonic possession. Whatever their understanding of homosexuality, they all denounce homosexual behavior, male, female, bisexual or transgender as something that is against God's laws, against the natural laws as described in the Holy Bible - which to them is God's word. This is not something new; in fact Christians have been trying to cure gay boys and girls, and men and women since the time of Sodom and Gomorrah. The Sodomites are cursed to damnation for their perverted behavior. They have used various methods to assert 'heterosexual desires' in the minds of those who have strayed from the so-called righteous path. They have used conversion therapy, also known as reparative therapy; they have employed chemical castration with hormonal treatment; aversive treatments such as the application of electric shock to the hands and/or genitals; and nausea-inducing drugs, administered simultaneously with the presentation of homoerotic stimuli for masturbatory reconditioning. This is the basis of this story. One of our two victims is Richard Collins. He was born a health young boy, maybe a little shorter than average and possibly not the star athlete of the school either, but never the less a happy individual who enjoyed creativity and close friends. The other victim is Lori Walters. She was a bright-eyed young girl who also was a little late in the development cycle, with a petite frame and pretty and gentle face. Her complexion was always pale as she was not the outdoors type. Enter the two protagonists; Dr. Alex Falkner, an East German psychoanalyst and innovator of a revolutionary new treatment called the A.N.G.E.L therapy; and the Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton of the Black Cross Ministry - both famed for their convictions to purge the world of the gay plague. THE CURE - CHAPTER 1 (RICHARD'S STORY - 2,453 WORDS) "And Dr. Faulkner, as a renowned East German psychoanalyst, is homosexuality curable?" Asked the news reporter. "Absolutely. We have strong documentary evidence to prove that in most cases where a homosexual is willing to be cured; and undergoes our A.N.G.E.L. therapy; that they will change and start to exhibit normal heterosexual desires." Answered Dr. Alex Falkner in a heavy high-German accent. "At what age should this treatment begin?" "As young as possible. The older they get, the less effective the results." "But some say this is simply the eroticization of childhood - that the cure is far worst than the decease?" "That is always a matter of opinion. As dedicated Christian Scientists we believe that homosexuality is the infestation of the Devil. What price should one pay for saving their soul?" Countered the Doctor. "How do you respond to the claims that the effects of your so-called A.N.G.E.L. therapy has left most patients detached, almost zombie-like; that they were subjected to procedures nothing short of gross indecency and... torture?" Probed the reporter. "Lies. It's a smear campaign to hurt the reputation of the 'Eternity Institution' - we are all committed Christian Scientists that seek to do God's work through the application of science. Whatever suffering the patients feel is the work of the Devil not of our scientific methodology." "Well, thank you Dr. Faulkner, renowned East German psychoanalyst from the famed `Eternity Institution' for your insights. We will return after the commercial break with comments from our listeners." xxxxx Some three months earlier... Charles and Wilmer Collins, the parents of Richard Collins, the little tyke they nicknamed 'Little Dicky', were shocked to have discovered that their eleven year old son had been looking at internet porn - what's more, his homophobic father, Charles, was horrified to have caught `Little Dicky' masturbating whilst looking at transsexuals and cross-dressers. Unable to contain his disgust and disappointment, the couple immediately made arrangements for `Little Dicky' to see Brother William Morris, a trusted priest in their neighborhood. "Well Mr. and Mrs. Collins, I am glad that you have brought this problem to me and of course I will try my best to help." Said Brother William in a somber tone. "We were both so relieved to hear that you could help our son." Cried Wilmer holding onto her husband for emotional support. `Now, now - its going to be alright." Reassured Brother William. "I am so embarrassed about it Brother William. It revolts me. It's the Devil's handy work. We have prayed so hard for forgiveness - that we will have the strength to pass the Lord's testing of our beliefs. It is such a relief to know that there is now a cure for homosexual curse - we will sign over the full responsibility for Little Dicky to the Eternity Institute." Said Charles. "You understand the severity of the situation. When you sign young Richard over to the Institution, though they will try to do everything possible, there can be no guarantee of success. Things may not work out for young Richard?" "Yes we completely understand. But what life is there, if not in the complete service of the Lord?" "Good. Then it is done. Is Little Dicky outside the parish office? Do you have his things?" Asked Brother William. "Yes Brother William. His things are in the duffel bag. Shall we bring him in?" "Yes please. I will take him straight to Dr. Alex Faulkner. She's expert in the cure of homosexuality. I have heard that her A.N.G.E.L. therapy can be invasive - but necessarily so. My role will be Richard's spiritual guide - as I am sure that you are aware that exposure to such perverted material is an open invitation for the possession of the child by sex demons - you mentioned earlier what ghastly things he was caught looking at." "Filth. Evil filth!" "Yes exactly - you know they say the 'Devil is transgendered'. It's wickedness personified. It's an endemic online. As one of God's soldiers I must stand up against homosexuality, pedophilia, cohesion, sex slavery and child abuse. I force myself to observe what is out there and how pervasive this evil is in our modern society - you have no idea how profane our civilization has become Mr. and Mrs. Collins. I have even seen images and videos of our beloved Savior, Jesus Christ, envisioned in sexual blasphemies; cross-dressers pretending to be Sisters of the Cloth, masturbating themselves over the cross - ejaculating over the Holy Bible!" "Oh my..." Mouthed Wilmer - only stopping short of taking the Lord's name in vain. Charles and Wilmer were shocked and the more Brother William said, the more they realized that to save Little Dicky they would need to leave their miscreant son in the hands of this doctor - to do whatever it took, no matter how extreme, to cure this gay curse. "Whatever it takes Brother William. Whatever it takes!" Affirmed Charles. xxxxx Some four months earlier... Richard Collins was a cute young tyke, small for his age and definitely not the sporting type. He liked drawing and painting and had a talent for dance. He was somewhat effeminate, but not overtly so. Being brought up in a strict religious household had moulded him into a polite and respectful young boy. He had excellent manners and always did what he was told. In fact, he did not really know what a `lie' really was, as telling the truth was something he had been brought up with, regardless of the consequences. He loved Sundays and going to their local church. He enjoyed singing in the church choir and his favourite hymn was `All things bright and beautiful'. It had been soon after his eleventh birthday, that things changed for him. Little Dicky noticed his small body changing. He was still petite compared to the other boys in his class and he was embarrassed at gym classes to let anyone see his modest sized penis and tight little hairless scrotum. He was still very shy in public - but in private he began to like to look at himself naked in the mirror. He would touch his penis and make it stand upright - pull it and make it drum against his flat stomach. Sometimes he would use is his long nylon sports socks to tie around the shaft of his penis, pulling them as taut has he could - the tightness felt pleasurable. When his parents were out at church meetings, he would like to dance naked and squeeze his cocklet as hard as he could, while pressing his middle finger hard against his tight little anus, letting his finger slip inside up to the second knuckle - it felt funny in his stomach, but very pleasant. In fact, he became so infatuated with doing this that soon he thought about nothing else. About this time, he had found that he was becoming sexually attracted some of his friends at school, other young boys like himself. He did not like the big gruff boys or the sporty types, but those, like him that was more soft and effeminate. There were a couple of boys from his art class in particular, Steven Paterson and an Asian kid called Lim Hock See. They hung out together at break times and lunch; and when Little Dicky was on his own, he would imagine what it would be like to see his little effeminate friends naked too - he wanted to touch their cock and balls. He also imagined what it would be like to suck their penises and put them inside his anus (instead of his finger). He had seen pictures on the Internet of other naked boys doing such things to each other and it made him extremely excited. At night time in his bed, he would snake his hand inside the elasticized waistband of his flannel panamas, squeezing his erection as he thought about his young friends. He remembered a conversation between himself and Lim. Lim had boasted that he had had sex with his younger sister and had described the sensation similar to rubbing his foreskin back and forth until `white stuff' comes out. Little Dicky envied Lim having sex with his sister, as he did not have any siblings. He also thought it interesting to feel what sex was like, so that night he checked that his door was securely closed and lay naked in the dark upon his Batman bedspread - he did as Lim had described, using only his thumb and forefinger he draw his foreskin back and forth. It felt better than squeezing and the faster he rubbed, the better it felt. Soon he was rubbing himself as fast as he could when suddenly he began to shake all over - from his head to his toes; his cock and balls quivered uncontrollably and hot sticky fluids pumped, from the eye of his cock, squirting over his chest and face. The pleasure was so intense - it was the first time he had ever experienced an orgasm. The white stuff tasted salty but not unpleasant. Immediately he had regrets. Had he done something wrong? God could see him and would know of his sin. He promised himself never to do this bad thing again. He felt so guilty about it, but was also overcome with tiredness that he climbed into the bed sheets, sticky and wet, and fell into a deep sleep immediately. The next day, despite his promise to himself of never repeating the bad thing he did in bed that night, it was all he could think about. He left school early, faking illness and returned back to an empty house. His cock had been hard all the way home and now naked and alone, all he wanted to do was begin to rub himself again - to bring on that incredible shaking feeling and spurt more white stuff. Without his parents around Little Dicky stripped naked and stood in front of the full length-dressing mirror. Little Dicky was excited and his heart beat faster than it had ever done before. He felt a mixture of anxiety, shame and devilishness. He knew he was about to do something completely unforgivable. To sin without knowing that it was sin, is one thing, but to knowingly sin was unforgivable in the eyes of the Lord. Well, he thought, fuck Almighty God. Fuck the church. His mind had become instantly addicted to this new sensation. It only added more excitement to the lovely prickly feeling, imagining that he was doing the `will of the Devil'. It felt so wrong, so vulgar and so blasphemous - he absolutely adored that feeling. He thought back to the night before and how wonderful it had felt. Now knowing what was about to happen made the anticipation of this new delight even more desirous. The build up was euphoric for young Little Dicky as he looked at his profane reflection in the mirror. He rocked his hips back and forth as he gently brushed his fingers across his cock tip, shaft and ball-sacks - teasing him until droplets of pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock. The 'Devil's dance', he thought to himself. Yes, this is how demons enjoy themselves. He imagined that he was amongst a group of young miscreant boys of a similar age; all naked like those African natives he had seen in National Geographic magazines. They began to gyrate provocatively as they danced the Devil-dance around a large phallic idol, openly masturbating themselves and each other. Praying to the devil. The thought was so intriguing to him. It overwhelmed him as more pre-cum poured from his cock tip with the thoughts of his blasphemous homoerotic fantasy. He watched himself intensely as he gripped the shaft of his cock. He began rubbing it hard and fast; and then stopping completely; pausing to allow more fluids to drip from his cock as it pulsed in his fist. Then he rubbed himself again hard and fast, followed by another hip-pumping pause, rocking his hips back and forth in his vulgar Devil-dance; then again rubbing himself hard and fast. The sensation built so rapidly that this time there was no stopping his hand movements. He quivered violently, spurting and spurting, groaning in absolute delight as he sprayed his slimy jism over the dressing mirror surface. xxxxx For the next few days, Little Dicky repeated his 'Devil's Dance' in front of the mirror. On the last day of the week, he was about to do it again, when a strange thought crossed his mind. Already naked and excited, he went instead into his father's study and turned on the desktop computer. Usually when is parents were not around this was not allowed to use the computer or access the Internet - he was told that he had to be properly supervised by an adult. But he knew how to use it without his father's detection and he immediately began scanning the Internet for naughty naked pictures and found many interesting images of young guys rubbing their hot looking cocks. They all looked so big and hard - so much bigger than Little Dicky. He liked looking at the young Asian guys, as they reminded him of his sexy friend, Lim. He wanted nothing more desperately than to be able to suck Lim's cock and to taste the 'white stuff' when he ejaculated into his mouth. As he looked at the filthy pornographic images and videos he continued to rub his aching hard cock. It was so thrilling, but felt funny being naked in his father's office. It was something that he never dared to do before. This only escalated these new lusty sensations. As he was looking for more young Asian boys he came across a site that featured Thai ladyboys. He wandered what was a ladyboy - he found to his absolute delight images of effeminate young Asians that looked more like girls than they actually looked like boys. Most had feminine figures, hairless bodies with flawless skin, lovely long hair and small bubble-like breasts - but all of them had incredible hard little cocks. Little Dicky began to buck hard and as he groaned he shot a heavy load over the office floor. "What is going on?" Said his father. Little Dicky froze at the sound of his father's voice. His father looked mortified. Little Dicky was caught red handed. With his cock still dripping with jism, his father looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. "Oh my God!" Cried his father seeing the perversions on his computer screen. Little Dicky burst into tears and was about to run off to his room when his father grabbed him by the arm. "You Sodomite!" THE CURE - CHAPTER 2 (LORI'S STORY - 2,028 WORDS) "I am talking to the Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton of the Black Cross Ministry. You have been very outspoken on the matter of homosexuality and religion; and I believe that the Ministry is responsible for various forms of exorcisms conducted on gay, lesbian and bisexual Christians to rid them of; and I am quoting you here; 'a demonic sickness that is the manifestation of perverseness'." Stated the priggish news reporter. "Is there a question there?" Asked the stern wheelchair-bound Reverend Mother. "Sorry. Yes there certainly is. Are you saying that homosexuality is the result of demonic possession?" Asked the reporter. "My dear, that is a gross oversimplification of the situation. But, yes, the individual has or is under attack by the forces of darkness. To the degree of possession - well, that can only be determined after spiritual investigation." "So how do you respond to your critics, that your so-called cure for this problem is ineffectual; that in fact it is the clergy who are the manifestation of perverseness - using these poor misguided souls for the Ministries own deviant purposes?" "I assure you, there is just reason to fear the Devil. My brothers and sisters in the Black Cross Ministry are all devoted to this cause." "Well thank you Reverend Mother Cassandra Dalton of the famed Black Cross Ministry, we'll return after these brief messages from our advertisers." xxxxx Some three months earlier... Lori Walters may have been a little late in the development cycle for twelve years old, but she was a bright and intelligent girl that enjoyed her school. She had a petite frame, pretty face and gentle features. Her complexion was always pale as she was not the outdoors type. She had been brought up to have mostly everything that she wanted. Spoilt as an only-child; her mother, Laura Walters, was a helper at the local parish; and her father, Martin Walters, was a devoted husband and father that read the Holy Bible everyday. Lori was head over heals in love. Her heart was bursting at the seams. She had felt this way for a few months and the object of her affection was a girl from her school, two years her senior, a fourteen year old called Raven. It was not her real name, but all her friends called her Raven. Raven was a kind of wannabe Goth. She always wore heavy black make-up, black clothing and was interested in darker things. Lori dreamed about Raven night and day, consciously and subconsciously - it consumed her utterly and completely. At night she would touch herself thinking about how much she wanted Raven to `make love' to her - cumming over and over at the thought of the two of them naked together kissing each others pussies. At school, she would often be doodling her name on her exercise books and when others weren't looking draw images of what she imagined Raven looked like naked - erotic drawings that that reflected her Sapphic fantasies. There was not a moment when she was not fantasizing about being with Raven. Lori's incessant staring had not gone unnoticed. Raven ignored her at first, but when others started to mention it, she got annoyed. Finally she spat loudly at Lori, shouted at her to `fuck off'. Lori was very upset. She ran off crying and hid behind the old toilet block after school. To her surprise Raven turned up. Lori was sure that Raven would hurt her physically but instead of berating her more she put her arm around her and kissed her tear-stained face. Lori kissed Raven on lips and Raven returned the kiss, pressing her tongue into Lori's eager mouth, as she wasted no time in fondled her between the legs. Feeling Lori's wetness, Raven told Lori to come inside the dirty cramped toilet cubicle. Inside, she told Lori to take off her school uniform and masturbate herself 'like the little slut she was', while Raven watched. Lori would do anything for Raven. Anything. After that initial encounter, the two of them met secretly always at Raven's house as her parents were never around. Lori loved being naked with Raven. Sucking her hard little nipples while having Raven's fingers frigging her tight little pussy. Raven seemed to have the touch and could make Lori orgasm at her will, over and over - often in mind-blowing multiples. She longed to stay overnight with Raven, so that they could play with each other all night long, but she knew that her parent's would begin to get suspicious if she suggested it. Still, she felt compelled to try it anyway. To her surprise, her parents consented to her sleeping over - they seemed to trust her and told her not to forget to give them a call before sleep time. Sleep time, she grinned to her back teeth, there would be no sleeping only cunt-frigging bliss all night long; fucking Raven's sex toys and watching hardcore lesbian porn - she stifled a crazed laugh. With her new sense of freedom, Lori was introduced fully to Raven's darker side where she claimed to have prayed to the Devil himself. Lori was in shock at such open blasphemy. It made her feel giddy with the extent of Raven's ability to challenge every belief she held dear and turn it into something undeniably lusty. Raven told her that she prayed to the Devil for longer and harder climaxes and had professed that it had worked for her. Lori was eager to try too (as she had become addicted to the sex). Raven introduced Lori into the culture of a lesbian rock band called 'Rockbitch' famous for the onstage sex fetish antics, which included urinating over each other. When they had watched this online for the first time, Lori had said that it was a disgusting act. Raven only laughed at her. She boasted, rather than confessed, to her that she loved the taste of her own urine and that she frequently peed over herself and drunk it during her nightly masturbation sessions - especially those that she dedicated to the worship of the Devil. Raven insisted that Lori was to try it and of course Lori did not need to be coerced to go along with everything that Raven wanted her to do. Raven made sure that Lori had had plenty of her mother's homemade lemon squash to drink before bedtime. When Lori wanted to go to the toilet, Raven had said that she MUST save it. Lori's tiny little bladder had begun to hurt and she was so excited that a little pee escaped into her white gossamer-thin panties, making the front damp and translucent. Raven rubbed her fingers up and down, pressing the wet patch of fabric against Lori's excited intersection - this made Lori wet herself even more. They laughed together. Raven offered Lori her piss-wet fingers to suck. Lori did as she was told. Raven had grabbed a champagne flute from her mother's cabinet and positioned below Lori's dripping panties. She told her to pee more. Lori felt some relief from the now painful pressure of an aching bladder and even more excitement of doing such a profane act with her devilish lover. She peed more clear liquid through the thin fabric. The champagne flute filled quickly and Raven lifted the glass to her lips, sipping at the clear liquid as a connoisseur of fine wines. Then she gulped the whole contents down, deliberately letting some spill over her chin, neck and breasts. She told Lori that it was delicious and that she must try. Lori refilled the champagne flute and Raven pressed the lip of the glass to her mouth. "Drink baby. Drink the Devil's sacred fluids." Said Raven. Lori sipped her own urine for the first time. It was mostly like warm water with a hint of saltiness, but not unpleasant. She drank the rest of the contents of the glass as Raven pulled Lori's wet panties to one side as she started to lick her urethra directly, urging Lori to piss more - directly into her mouth this time. Lori giggled and let go the remainder of her bladder over Raven's face and mouth. They kissed passionately, and Raven exchanged some of the fluids she had saved in her mouth. Now it was Raven who sat across Lori's naked chest and peed a little into her own panties. Lori could smell Raven's urine - it was much more pungent than hers and the white materials turned a dirty saffron color. Raven laughed at Lori's discomfort with the headiness of her urine. She lifted her groin forward to press the piss-soaked material directly against Lori's upturned face. Soon Lori developed a taste for Raven's piss - drinking her salty hot urine fervently directly from her urethra, as Raven squatted over Lori's upturned face. Lori liked piss-play with Raven. xxxxx Lori's father, Martin Walters, was concerned with the amount of time that she was spending with her new friends. He had consented to her having sleepovers on weekends, but now she seemed to have skipped a few school lessons and had missed some church commitments. In her father's mind, she needed to be reminded of the importance of her faith. She needed to be in touch with Jesus Christ, her Savoir; and less in touch with her so-called heathen friends. It was completely by chance that during one of those times when Lori should have been attending a church activity, as she was missing in action, that her father noticed the corner of Lori's diary poking out from under the edge of her bed mattress. He did not know why she would want to try to hide it there in the first place, as they had no secrets in this house. God saw everything. God knew everything. There was no hiding from God. However, it seemed to peak his curiosity. He would normally never think to invade anyone's privacy, but this was his daughter and he had noticed a few changes in her behavior and was rather concerned. Checking that nobody else was around and retrieved the diary to have just a harmless peek. He sat down on edge of her unmade bed and flipped Lori's diary open. To his complete and utter horror he found it filled with vile filth. He was stunned. He could not believe what he was seeing. Every page was covered in the worst kind of blasphemy he had ever seen; words far too obscene to comprehend; accompanied by insane scribbling, drawings depicting perverted lesbian sex acts, fornication, oral sex, twosomes, threesomes, orgies of urolagnia, coprophilia, menstrual sex and themes that were suggestive of Devil worship. "The Raven loves me. I love the RAVEN. Black is her heart. I lick her menstrual blood from her fingers, so that we are bound together by demonic magic. Her CUNT is my temple! My CUNT is so wet! I need to SUCK her clit. She rubs her clit across my lips! I need her fingers in me now. Yes, she makes me CUM so hard. Make me scream. I want her. I need her. I'm her SLUT slave. LUST! FUCK! CUNT! ASS! I lick her wet slutty CUNT! Frig me hard! I FUCK HER FACE and pray to the DEVIL as she makes me CUM. GOD IS DEAD! FUCK THE CHRISTIAN GOD. FUCK THE MESSIAH. Fuck the church! FUCK MOTHER MARY! FUCK JESUS! Fuck me with the cross. Make me cum on the crucifix. FUCK YER! I worship her CUNT. I lick her ASS. I drink her PISS! I rub her pee over me. She SHITS and MENSTRATES in my mouth! I love her! I love her! Raven is my goddess. Raven is the devil's daughter! HAIL RAVEN. HAIL RAVEN. PRAISE THE DEVIL. PRAISE THE GOD OF SEX. FUCK JESUS! HAIL LUCIFER! HAIL BEELZABUB! HAIL BAPHOMET! Let me stick the CRUCIFIX in my hot wet hole. Rub Jesus hard against my clit. He makes me cum. FUCK! SHIT! CUNT! HAIL SATAN. Hail the DEVIL! Praise the DEVIL! Give me cum! Make me CUM Raven. I need Raven's fingers inside me NOW!" Lori's father was quaking. He closed the book. xxxxx Chapter 3 & 4 to follow very shortly... 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