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 THE STAR:

   Codes: FF, FFf, Fb, ggb, Ffg, Coercion, WS, Scat, Hierophilia, Caution,
Black Magic, Satanism, Rape

   SECRET MEANING

   The 7 white stars, of lesser magnitude than the 8th, signify the seven
aspects of sexuality: infantilism, narcissism, fetishism, perversion,
desire, passion, love.  The eighth star symbolizes the radiant stage of
your sexuality, and it incorporates all seven of the lesser aspects in
perfect unity and balance and it signifies sexual maturity.  The Star means
`The fluids of sex freely given.''

   No sex act is denied.  Fetishism, perversion, paedophilia, narcissism...
these and more are utilized expertly and enriching the sex acts.  This is a
lover who celebrates their partners' fetishes; cultivates them in the
fullness of lust.  Exploring unconventional aspects of sex.  Going beyond
the frontiers of sex.  Sex and fetish parties; bisexuality, transexuality
and homosexuality are fully explored.

   PREFACE

   "Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal,
seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy!  Oh, Satan!  One and
unique God of my soul, inspire thou in me something yet more, present
further perversions to my smoking heart, and then shalt thou see how I
shall plunge myself into them all!" Marquis de Sade

   CHAPTER ONE

   I want to tell you about something outrageous...  something
unexpected... something that changed my life...  better or worse.  I am not
sure if it was the answer to my dreams...  but it certainly was not an
answer any prayers.  But I get ahead of my self.  Let me tell you about my
background.

   My name is Sybil, Sybil Sears.  If I were to describe myself in one
word, it would probably be `insignificant'.  At age of thirty, I have
achieved nothing, done nothing and have nothing.  I have never been in love
and never had a significant other, in fact in the past fourteen years I
have been living alone, eating alone and feel sometimes that life seemed to
have passed me by.

   If you saw me...  I mean, if you really saw me, as most don't notice me
at all, you'd see a dirty blond with black roots and too much eye make-up;
and with my very slight figure and completely flat chest...  I just make it
over five feet tall and almost anorexic.  If you didn't look twice, you
could even be forgiven for mistaking me for a waif.

   I live in a small rented one-room apartment, above a restaurant on the
lower eastside.  It overlooking the old canning factory and much too close
the noisy Eastern Link Metro.  The windows always rattle as the train
carriages pass by.  The water system groans, the overhead fan squeaks, the
old enameled fridge hums and the floorboards creak from the tenant
upstairs...  most evenings it is a verisimilar musical performance.

   I was doing shifts at the factory across the road.  It is a
mind-numbingly boring job at best...  but it pays the rent and I have
managed to save over thirty-five hundred dollars in the past twelve months.
I figured I would use it to buy a one-way ticket to somewhere, anywhere...

   People say that I am way too thin, but when I study myself naked in my
dressing mirror, I don't see a thin person.  Thought my hips are boney and
you can see my ribs, I see my sickly pale skin that looks like it has never
seen the sun...  it makes my tiny stature look ghostly and gaunt.

   So where is mom and dad when I needed them?  Dead.  Unfortunately died
in a car accident when I was ten years old, so that I spent the rest of my
childhood with my mother's older sister, Pamela, and her two daughters,
Susanne and Sherry, and one son, Sean.

   Though she never said it directly, I am knew that Pam resented me and
reluctantly adopted me.  She was forced into doing the right Christian
thing I guess...  me being the daughter of her only sister.  As an unwanted
child, she made me very aware of my third-class status in her family. 
During my years under her care, she inculcated me in her stanch religious
beliefs as she did her other children...  her fear of what she called the
`evil ones' that waited to subvert us at any opportunity.

   It had been a truly abusive relationship, right from the start, but got
progressively worse as I got older.  I remember when my Aunt Pam caught me
masturbating at the age of eleven.  I had only just begun to understand my
body and was very self-conscious of my build and lack of womanly features.
But when she caught me with my hands done my pajama pants...  I had been
heavily petting myself and was on the brink of what would have been my
first orgasm, when she surprised me.

   She screamed some sophism about the sins of the flesh, that it was the
`evil ones' that made me do it...  my stepsisters and stepbrother stood
immediately behind her as she humiliated me in front of them, calling me a
filthy, unclean and sinful child, saying that touching yourself was to
invite the devil himself.  From that point on, at night she would make me
sleep with my hands bound to the metal frame of my bed.  She had my uncle
place a large crucifix on the wall over the end of my bed, so that I could
contemplate the sacrifice that Jesus made as he died on the cross... 
giving his life so that we maybe forgiven for our sins.

   It worked...  the guilt upon guilt...  it worked.  I guess that is when
I first started to lose weight rapidly.  I didn't ever dare masturbate
again for fear of God.  I felt totally ashamed of what I had done.  I
wanted He to accept me, so that I may one day see my parents again in
heaven.  My soul for eternity would be the price for any lustful evil
thoughts.  Even in my dreams I was not safe from the so-called `evil
ones'...  who haunted me with wickedness as I fought to control myself. 
Abstinence was my cross to bear.

   I could not wait to escape this deeply troubled place.  It was not a
home, but more of a prison.  At sixteen I left to make it on my own.  All I
could think was that anything would be better than the pain of her extreme
behavior that passed as parenting.  However my Aunt's indoctrination had a
profound effect on me.  A strangle hold on me.  Scarring me.  Even after I
left home, I kept a large crucifix over my bed to help me should I ever
again contemplate the evil of touching myself.  And I did contemplate it.
Every night.  Praying to Jesus for forgiveness and strength to resist the
`evil ones' that waited for me in the shadows.

   xxxxx

   This didn't so the nightmares.  I had many.  When I dreamt, I dreamt of
demons.  The `evil ones' that my Aunt had warned me about.  They seemed to
be always there.  In my nightmares, I would be back in my Aunt's house.  I
found myself tied to the steel bed frame as I had been so used to as a
young teen, but instead of being clothed and beneath the bedclothes, I was
usually completely naked and exposed supine upon the dirty mattress that
smelt of my stale urine.  In front of me the crucifix stood, almost life
size, with the naked twisted body of the tortured Christ.

   My pre-teen stepsisters watched me as I lay helpless...  they both
sniggered and whispered to each other as they began to undress from their
night cloths.  Standing completely naked between the base of my bed and the
life-sized crucifix, their young bodies looked as emaciated and thin as
mine.  They both seemed to be pretending to pray to Jesus with clasped
hands, rubbing themselves against the statue....  I say pretending, as I
could see that they were really masturbating themselves against him, saying
the Lord's Prayer whilst rubbing their private parts against the Lord.  I
cried out to them stop, but they did not listen, instead they began to rub
themselves against each other with increasing vigor.

   Sometimes my tiny stepbrother would join the brood.  They would take
turns in fellating his erect penis before masturbating until he ejaculated
over the crucifix.  Their eloquent prayers transformed into primitive
grunts.  I tried to look away, but found myself wetting myself in
excitement at the sight of kin fucking each other.  I cunt burned with the
desire to be touched as I raised my hinds off the mattress grinding against
thin air and urinating uncontrollably.

   I would awaken with the power of a sudden jolt.  Finding myself sweating
profusely.  Drenched from head to foot.  I had long since covered the
mattress with a plastic liner, so finding the bedclothes soaked in my urine
and twisted around me was no longer a surprise...  my hands would be often
between my legs as I awake on the brink of orgasm, I knew it was them...  I
knew it was the `evil ones' taunting me as if I were their plaything.  I
looked at the bedside clock.  It would always be 3.00 am in the morning...
the devil's hour...  the opposite time when Christ died...  Looking up at
my crucifix, I prayed to the Savior for his forgiveness, I prayed to keep
the demons away.

   xxxxx

   I truly feared ever bringing up these nightmares at church confession,
thought I had longed to purge my soul from this endless torment.  There had
been a few occasions that I had come close to saying something to the local
priest - but had pulled short imagining the extreme embarrassment.  He
would believe that I was possessed!

   I had tried to find solace in Christian websites, seeking advice from
others that may have either experienced a similar situation or could offer
advice on how to overcome these powerful specters.  At the local cybercafé,
I would seek the advice online; mostly the answers I got were far too
simplistic, from praying to reciting scriptures...  all things that I had
already tried in vain.  Some even questioned the validity of my faith... 
explaining that my impure thoughts and wet dreams were proof that I lacked
the will to prevent myself from falling victim to the power of the Devil's
lust and wantonness.  Others cited that it was our societies preoccupation
with proliferation of online pornography and the promiscuousness through
the online world that was to blame.

   Up until that point, using a computer was at a cybercafé I was not
really familiar with this concept.  Obviously, there were many things that
I had not been exposed to and online pornography was certainly one of
them...  I must admit, it did make me a little curious, as other babbled on
about the pervasiveness and sheer magnitude of what was on show, but I was
far too conscious of others around me to ever dare to take a peep.

   xxxxx

   It was a Friday night at the factory.  During the cause of the past
couple of weeks, I had overheard a conversation in the canteen about the
new office intern.  Actually I had seen her a couple of times during the
week, and had noticed her lithe body.  She must be at least as skinny I
was. There was something sultry but sensitive about her that I liked.  She
looked as if she was twelve, but I knew the recruitment policy would mean
that she would be at least fifteen years old.

   I thought her name was Louise or something like that.  I was pretty
sure, that she had been starring in my direction and our eyes had met
briefly.  Embarrassed, I dropped my gaze immediately.  But I watched her
when she thought I had not noticed her.  She had an unhappy and distant
look that I could absolutely identify with.

   Anyway, the word was that they all reckoned she was some kind of freak,
probably a dyke, and needed to go somewhere else to work.  The shop-floor
girls were kind of mean like that and anyone different ended up being
tormented in some kind of way.  They only tolerated me, because I kept my
distance.  I think they may have even thought I was a bit strange, so I was
never one to be invited to social events.  Actually, I too had the same
feeling about myself...  strange was a good word.

   Only the night before I had awoken from what I thought was my familiar
nightmare, only to realize that to my distress that instead of the demons
posing as my stepsisters at the base of my bed mangled together in their
incestuous frottage, I saw a vision of a single young girl that resembled
the new intern.  Louise was dressed only in a diaphanous shroud that draped
her entire body like a gossamer thin hymeneal veil.

   My initial thought was one of a beautiful angel come to release from
this immorality, but as the veil slid slowly from her, I gasped at her
exotic nudity.  She was an acomoclitic dream.  She stood wantonly upon the
end of my filthy mattress, defiantly looking down at me as I lay prostrate
and bound tightly to my bed that was stained from my nocturnal enuresis...
I felt like a lamb for the slaughter across a sacrilegious pagan altar. 
Her skin was sickly pale like alabaster.  Almost ceremonially, she ran both
her delicate hands over her flat boney chest, down the sides of her
pronounce ribcage and over the `v' of her boyishly narrow hips.  I watched
her fingers pressing against her vulgar dark flesh of her vagina, pulling
back her crimson labia.  She hissed like a snake, as she squirted fluids
from her urethra all over me and madly rubbed her engorged clitoris that
stuck out upright like the Baphomet's penis.  I bucked wildly as she
drenched in her filthy waste...

   As I suddenly awoke from this vile and disgusting dream, I found myself
shaking hysterically...  my whole body was vibrating...  IT WAS TOO LATE...
I couldn't stop the massive orgasm that engulfed me as my unconscious
masturbation took me OVER THE EDGE!

   I was shaken beyond disappear.  I must be cursed, I told myself.  This
is God's punishment.  I chastised myself over and over.  I needed to ask
the Lord for forgiveness as the guilt felt the most severe it had ever
done. Was there any saving me?  My Aunt's word reverberated in my pitiful
mind...  `Your guilt is good reason child...  the Savior is not without a
limit to his clemency; evil awaits and ABSTINENCE is the only way.'

   I swore a vow of abstinence...  never to touch myself again.  Washing my
face in cold water, I looked into the bathroom mirror and I hated myself.
The Devil's hour was finally over.  I changed the sheets and redressed in
dry, clean clothing.  I felt totally exhausted and sore between my legs. 
Closing my eyes tightly, I prayed out loud to the Holy Mary not to forsake
me.

   xxxxx

   I did not think about all the gossip again until the end of the shift. I
was the last in the change room, stripping out of my overalls, when I heard
the sound of sobbing coming from the bathroom adjacent to the change room.
I was still half dressed when I stuck my head around the corner to see what
was going on.

   Sitting in a heap against the rear wall of the changing room lavatory,
was the new girl.  She looked awful.  She looked damaged.  Her mascara was
running down her cheeks.  Her clothing appeared torn from her shoulder,
exposing her braless small breasts on one side and her skirt had been
twisted, totally exposing her petite legs.

   She was crying and hugging herself.  I was guessing that a few of the
bigger girls had something to do with this.  I had never known them to do
anything as stupid as this.  They could get fired for it, I was sure. 
Maybe their teasing had gone a little too far.

   "Are you OK?" I asked as I gingerly approached her.  I did not want to
startle her.  Glimpses of my nightmare lingered on the edge of my
consciousness, but didn't quite permeate.  My vow of abstinence...  I
repeated over and over.

   She just looked up at me and shook her head without saying a word.  I
did feel really sorry for her.  She looked very defeated.  I knew how that
felt, as I had experienced it all my life.  I came closer.  She immediately
pulled away and retreated from me against the rear wall, as if I might do
something further to hurt her.

   "Don't worry.  I won't do anything to you...  you look hurt?"

   She shook her head.  "Only my pride."

   I knelt down and put my arms around her.  She smelt delicious.  I never
had a reaction to anyone's aroma before...  but Louise smelt delicious.  A
splitter of my night horror spiked my consciousness...  a pretty fragrance
masking some more base that aroused me immediately.  I shook my head to
clear these unwanted thoughts.

   "I heard them saying stuff about you?  Bitching about you?  I'm really
sorry that this has happened...  I must admit I am surprised that any of
them did this...  never known them to go this far." Louise smiled
awkwardly. "Sorry, my name is Sybil..."

   "Louise.  It's my first week."

   "I...  I noticed you in the office." I hesitated, not wanting her to
think the wrong thing.

   "I noticed you too." She replied.  It sounded a little creepy.  I
shrugged it off and held out my hand.

   "Sorry.  I smell like...  you now, the fish factory."

   Louise sniggered at my corny joke and took my hand.  Her touch was firm
as she gripped me so I could pull her to her feet.  One of her heels had
broken.

   "Shit.  It's broken." She stated the obvious and seemed to notice for
the first time that one of her breasts was exposed.  She pulled the
material upwards to cover herself, but the torn material of her blouse did
not stay in place.

   "Hey.  Look...  I live across the way, I have something you can change
into...  if you want?"

   She smelt so luscious.  I wanted to know what it was that her aroma
reminded me of...  but I couldn't remember...  a naked splinter...  a girl
in a shroud...  mmmmm....  orgasmic delight...

   "Sybil.  I don't want to get you into any trouble."

   "What trouble are you talking about?" We smiled at each other and I
couldn't help myself...  I gave her quick hug and breathed in deeply.  She
returned the squeeze and then stepped out of the broken heeled shoe.  She
was almost identically the same height as me.  I liked that.

   "I'll talk to them on Monday, they won't give you any more trouble...  I
promise."

   "I am being reassigned from Monday, so don't worry...  and yes please,
if it isn't too much trouble.  I can't get the bus home dressed like this."

   She picked up her handbag and her pride.  We left the main entrance of
the factory and she hobbled over the windy road to my tiny apartment.  The
metro train rattled overhead as we quickly mounted the dozen or so stairs
and I fumbled with my keys to open the door.  Why was I so nervous?  I felt
rather strange, like I was shoplifting or leaving my car illegally parked,
if I had one that is.

   In the apartment, she smelt even more intoxicating than she did in the
changing rooms.  I watched her as she slipped out of her shoes and removed
her torn blouse, revealing her tiny fist-sized mounds that were crested
with dollar-coin sized areolas.  Her torso looked so frail.  I could
clearly see her boney clavicles and conspicuous ribcage.  Actually I was
staring far too long and I blushed when I looked up at her face.  I had a
handful of tissues in my hand at the time that I had intended to give
Louise to clean up the make-up that had run down both her cheeks...  but
instead of giving them to her, I found myself gently wiping her face
gently.

   "You had a top for me to borrow?" She asked softly and made no attempt
to cover herself.

   "Er, yes." I said but didn't move.  I couldn't move.  I actually felt
tipsy.

   "They were calling me a perverted dyke cunt."

   "I know." I was absently mindedly wiping her make-up, dabbling at the
black river of mascara.

   "And knowing that, you still invited me back to your apartment, with the
EXCUSE that you were my good Samaritan?"

   "I suppose I did." I was almost high...  caught in her Mescaline
daydream...  ostensibly floating in sexual arousal.

   She shifted her weight as she stood in front of me.  Just the sensation
of her hand stoked my bare arm send fireworks off inside of me.

   "And what do you think?"

   "What do I think of what?" I asked genuinely confused.  Her youthfulness
was floorless.  My lips moved, but my mind was completely overwhelmed.  She
had bewitched me.

   "My boobs...  you obviously like them?  You've been starring at them
since I took off my blouse?"

   "Er.  Sorry.  Yes I guess?" The dazed felting kept my consciousness
somewhat illusive.  I think my mouth was making the smacking sound you make
before eat something mouth-watering delicious.

   She guided my hand to the soft underside of her breast.  My fingertips
brushed against her areolas and rapidly stiffening nipples...  "You were
hoping that they were right?"

   "About what?"

   "About me, Sybil?  That I was some kind of perverted dyke cunt...  and
you brought me back to your apartment because?"

   I was a little shocked at her forwardness and lack of inhabitation about
being topless before me.  That didn't stop my hands from fondling her
girlish buds.  Her pheromone bouquet was driving me insane.

   "Because?"

   She pulled my face forward so that my open mouth covered one of her
erect nipples and then the other.  My lips tingled upon first contact with
the texture of her turgid rigidness.  Sweetness.  Her wicked aura was
electrifying...  like every hair on my body was standing to attention. 
Warmth radiated from her firm flesh as I sank my mouth around her entire
areola and drew her into the roof of my mouth sucking on her like a hungry
baby.

   Up until that moment, I had resided myself to an almost asexual
existence, as being heterosexual would have meant that a man would have
need to be interested in me.  Not that I had ever been with a man.  That
just never happened to me.  But my heart was pounding beneath my ribcage,
as if it was trying to escape...  and there was a fire between my legs.

   "...Because you want to kiss me."

   Louise lifted my chin from her chest and kissed my mouth.  Butterfly
kiss.  Soft and wet, her lips pressed against mine and then opened ever so
slightly, so that I could feel the pointed tip of her tongue as it wriggled
between my yielding lips.  Her lizard-like organ flicked quickly in and out
and then finally filled my entire oral cavity.  Lust.  I was spinning out
of control.  I felt her emaciated arms pull me tightly against her boney
chest, crushing her hard little peaches against me as we embraced each
other passionately.

   Louise pushed my shoulders downwards until I unwillingly released my
mouth from hers until I knelt at her feet.  She tore her skirt away from
her narrow hips and discarded it, beneath which, she wore no underwear to
speak.  Her almost completely shaved pubis was now level with my eyes... 
her smooth but reddish skin made her look like she was only twelve years
old...  only a narrow rectangular Hitler mustache remained just above her
glistening wet sex slit.

   "...Because you want to lick me Sybil.  Lick my wet perverted dyke
cunt." She almost hissed the words at me like an evil serpent.  Lilith.

   She stroked my hair flat to my scalp and then began to vigorously rub
herself gently against my face, pressing her scent under my aquiline nose
and even harder against my lips.  When I didn't respond straight away, she
grabbed my ears and thrust herself even harder against her until I began to
kiss her labia in reaction.

   "...Because you secretly wanted me to be a dyke cunt ...  but not just
any kind of a dyke cunt ...  but a dirty-fucked-up-perverted-dyke-cunt...
right?  Lick me Sybil...  lick me out and make CUM on your face..."

   It must be true.  I did want that.  The blood was pulsating in my
temples and I was panting out of breath.  I loved her dirty talk...  it was
true, I thought...  her abusive language was exciting and I extended my
tongue until it lapped at her juicy pussy lips.  She tasted as good as she
smelt.  I loved the taste of perverted dyke cunt....  my eager tongue drove
deeper into her crease and she moaned softly in appreciation as she gyrated
her sweet oiliness against my face.

   "...Because you want to be my cunt whore...  don't you Sybil?  I knew
it, from the first moment I saw you...  my
fucking-nasty-little-cunt-whore!"

   She pushed my face back from her groin.  Strings of clear fluid still
hung from my chin as I gasped for breath.  Her finger circled the wet
portion of my jaw and mouth.  She bent forward and tongue kissed me again,
tasting herself in my mouth.  My body was shaking from unabated arousal,
but my eyes betrayed my deep-seated guilt.  Louise's eyes followed my line
of sight to the crucifix mounted upon the wall, with the body of Christ
nailed upon its cross members.

   "Yerrrrr....  Look at you, Sybil...  look at my nasty cunt whore...  you
love Jesus, yes you love FUCKING JESUS...  but you love being my cunt whore
much, much more...  Naked Sybil...  I want you strip for me in front of the
Nazarene...  I want him to watch you masturbate for me...  do nasty kinky
things for me, your Goddess.  Say it Sybil.  Say you wanted to be my filthy
cunt whore!"

   "I...  I want to be your filthy cunt whore." My voice was apologetic...
no more than a whisper...  but it came out and I surprised myself.  "I want
to be your filthy CUNT WHORE...  yerrr fuck it...  CUNT WHORE." I said it
again but a little louder the second and third time.

   "Get naked for the Son of God, Sybil." She commanded.  "I like to see
you strip for me, your GODDESS."

   I was excited.  It seemed that the guilt and shame propelled an even
greater salaciousness.  I wanted to violate everything that I had held
sacred.  I stripped completely naked in my own blasphemous rapture, I
sheepishly displayed my flat chest that was now crowned by my inch long
nipples that stood proudly.

   "Slowly...  Arghhhh...  FUCK...  yer...  Sybil..." her voice was
high-pitched and hypnotic.

   Encouraged by my Goddess, I dropping my pants as I attempted doing a
little striptease.  I bit my lip and though I felt vulnerable and exposed,
revealing my hairy pussy to Louise felt like it was the most lewd thing I
had ever done in my entire life...  up until that point, nobody had ever
seen my pussy before, not even my stepmother or stepsisters - when we were
all growing up as I had always been very private.

   "CUNT WHORE...  FUCK...  yerr...  you are so fucking hot." She
enthusiastically.

   Louise licked her lips and began to masturbate furiously whilst watching
me strip down.  My waifish nakedness was on full display.  At first I
thought she was being frivolous, but as I watched her fingers thrust faster
and even more desperately in and out of her distained cunt...  as it
literally dripped with her vaginal slime, I knew she really digged what she
saw.

   The fingers of my left hand parted my pubic fur, while my penile fingers
probed my mons pubis...  it had been a long time since I had consciously
allowed myself to touch myself, even in the shower, I had been very careful
to use a wash cloth and to pray before and after for the strength of
purity. FUCK...  I thought, I felt like a dirty animal...

   All the time in my head, I could hear the pious voice of my crowing Aunt
screaming `don't touch yourself, it will invite the evil ones'; but now I
could here another, stronger voice, as if Louise could reach inside of my
mind saying...'invite me in...  GIVE YOURSELF freely to the evil ones...' I
knew what I wanted to do.

   First I sank one, then two and then three fingers inside myself,
rotating my hand and thrusting them to match the movements of my goddesses'
as she had escalated to using both her hands to rape her pudendum... 
dropping her hips with one boney hand penetrating herself from the front
and the other worming into her open sphincter.  Excavating a dirty feces
covered finger, she offered it to me.  I sucked on her bitterness.

   We both grunted primitively in our masturbation dance and wildly kissed
each other crushing our clits against each other as our tongue twisted and
fucked each other's mouths.  The room stunk of the raw sexuality of
Louise's muladhara had swallowed me completely.

   Louise panted and grinned at me wildly...  she licked her copious juices
from her fingers and pulled my old crucifix from the wall.

   "I want you to CUM for Jesus..." She spat and turned the crucifix
upside-down; I watched in absolute disbelief as she rubbed the face of the
Nazarene firstly along her oily slit and then directly against her dirty
anus.  She laughed and pulled me in front of the dressing mirror.  Standing
behind me, I could feel her grinding her cunt against my backdoor, pushing
my hip forward as we both watched our lewd reflections dance together.

   "Lick my cunt juices...  aarrghhh...  from the face of FUCKING JESUS...
" She held it inverted up to my face with one hand, as her fingers of her
other hand filled my cunt savagely.  "Taste my SHIT on the FUCKER while we
both fucking CUM..."

   I lapped at the tainted surface of the old crucifix that had watched me
suffer in forced abstinence for most of my life.  I moaned loudly letting
out years of repression, the image of my eleven-year self, emotionally
tortured as I lay there tied by my hands to the iron frame of her bed.  As
I drew the thick part of my tongue up and down the sculptured texture of
naked body of the Savior...  Louise's secretions tasted like FREEDOM AT
LAST...

   "Such a blasphemy CUNT whore!  We're both going straight to hell..." She
laughed as she masturbated me furiously.

   My succubus, unsatisfied, began to rub the face of Jesus against my
quaking groin.  I watched her evil puppetry in the mirror as another
sacrilegious wave surged through me, triggering an enormous endorphin rush.
All I could see was two blasphemous witches, worshipping Io Pan himself,
performed their own tenebrous pagan sex sacrifice to consummate their
welcome for the `evil ones'...

   I watched her position the long stem of the crucifix beneath my open
cunt lips, brushing in against me, encouraging me to impale myself upon it.


   "YES!  YES!  Put it in me!  Fuck me with it...  arrughhhhhhh...  fuck me
for SATAN...  "

   I couldn't believe my own words as Louise jabbed the crucifix in and out
of my dripping pussy.  I felt like I was holding back the dam of orgasmic
release as I lowered my full weight upon its rigid member...  like the Cock
of Christ fucking me at last...  I watched the two evil gorgons in the
mirror thrust back and forth in perverted delight, impaling themselves upon
the inverted cross, worshipping the Devil, as their orgiastic festivity
reached a fiery climax.

   xxxxx

   I had awoken to my familiar hunger with my fingers burrowing into my
itchy wet cunt.  But no longer fearful of my lucid nightmares...  I
masturbated unabated and eagerly as I recalled every perverse details. 
Louise was nowhere to be seen but I could still smell her sexual scent all
over me.  She had changed them.  I knew it had been her.  I couldn't
remember how it began, but I was no longer trapped in my lucid dream... 
the victim of my Aunt's bondage...  suffering the denial of lust...  under
the endless torture of forced abstinence...  in my dream world it had been
me this time standing at the end of my stepmother's bed...  not as a child,
but as another adult.

   My naked twelve-year-old stepsisters and ten-year-old stepbrother had
secured her wrists and ankles pulling her star-shaped across the bare
mattress.  They looked like victims from a concentration camp...  their
sallow eyes, sunken cheeks and pronounced boniness reminded me of painting
I had seen of renaissance demons delivering the Ten Court of Hell to
sinners.

   My Aunt was crying profusely.  She pleaded with us to stop as we circled
her like hauteur vultures, all openly touched ourselves, and each other, in
her plain view.  We aggressively torn and cut away her clothing, so she too
was completely naked and prone before the SATANIC inverted crucifix.  My
stepsisters knelt on the edges of the bed, either side of my Stepmother,
whist I knelt behind my stepbrother between her parted thighs.

   I was grinded my engorged clit against his tiny backside, whilst rubbing
his pre-teen cock.  My stepmother was horrified as I whispered words of
encouragement to him, urging him to eat out his mother's cunt...  to lick
her out for Satan.  He eagerly buried his face against her hairy hole,
while his sisters masturbated themselves, bringing blood to the surface as
they chewed on their mother's saggy breasts.  At first she twisted and
turned trying to fight against the onslaught of sexual pleasuring...  but
soon her breathing changing as her body reacted to the inappropriate
stimulation.  I kept chanting to the children to worship the Devil.  My
orgasm was close as I took in the whole incestuous scene.

   I felt drunk on evil lust and wanted nothing more that to completely
humiliate and abuse this wretched woman...  my enslaver was now mine to
control.  The power made me feel giddy.  Standing above her head I urinated
over her, drenching her in my strong heady piss, as I took my inch long
clit between my thumb and forefinger.  My Aunt was frenzied at this point,
confused between the pleasure and the humiliation as she yelled at her
children to stop.  As I rubbed my clit, it became longer and thicker, until
I clasped it between my fist, masturbating it like a six-inch-cock.  I
farted crudely and emptied my bowels onto her upturned face.  The rank
smell was overwhelming...  as my shitty mess covered her.  The Feast of the
Devil had begun...  as her own kin began to consume my filth from their own
mother's face, neck and tits.

   `Help me God, save me from the evil ones...' screamed my Aunt
hysterically.

   My awaking thought...  was one of fearlessness.  I was no longer afraid.
I liked that.  Yes, my soul was damned, but I knew that I would never be
mentally dominated again; not by my Aunt; and not by a fear of God.

   Later than day, I used some of my hard-earned savings to go out a
purchase a laptop computer, so that I could surf the net in the privacy of
my own apartment.  I had it in my mind that I would search for others that
suffered like me; to offer help online; tell the about the cure that I had
found.

   Of course, within only fifteen minutes, I abandoned by immediate quest
for another as I began to look at porn...  all sorts of filthy porn. 
Fetish...  anal, piss, transgender, incest, scat, bestiality, lesbian
Lolita, bondage, sadomasochism, rape and even torture...  I was prolific in
searching for the most depraved porn that I could find as I masturbated
hour after hour...  cumming over and over again.

   I viewed satanic sex, occult rituals, black magick, and blasphemous
images of cross-fucking, nuns with erect cocks, Baphomet effigies with
enormous phalluses...  read sacrilegious stories of Satanioc lore,
Hierophilia, Anton LaVey, Sex Magick, Sex Tantra, Revelations of Aleister
Crowley, Qabalah, The Left-handed Way, The Satanic Bible, Gnosis, Succubus,
Sexual Vampirism, Sabbatic Kabala, The Temple of Set, The Chalice of
Ecstasy...  it was all enlightening.

   I even ordered copious kinds of sex toys...  including a cock shaped
crucifix at I couldn't wait to fuck my cunt with as I searched for the
demons that would fulfill my increasingly depraved and evil sexual tastes
and desires.

   It wouldn't be the last time that I saw Louise...  but I will save this
story for another time.