A literotic sexstories: Jennys hypnotic devotion to animal rites 2 by Fanfiction
Madness is the gift, that has been given to me : Lyric – Disturbed
Chapter 2
Unlike the tiny waif-like girl of her childhood, whom had so often been sexually abused, the luscious blond twenty-three-year-old Jennifer Parker sitting passively before her psychiatrist now, was actually a lovely, full grown woman, even if still only five-foot three inches tall. Her eyelids fluttered gently now, and her thirty-six-D breasts rose and fell rhythmically beneath her blouse, as she exhibited the classic look of someone under deep, clinically induced hypnosis.
Doctor Schwarzkopf had been treating Jennifer in his luxurious city office for several weeks already. However, he also had an extensive knowledge of her case history.
He knew from police reports and other accounts he’d managed to obtain;
That Jennifer had been rescued from a satanic black Sabbath almost eleven years ago. One which the cult members had been performing with the specific intention of summoning up a demon. Even by Jennifer’s own accounts, although she didn’t fully understand her roll in the events, the night had been long awaited by the cultus of the church of Satan, since they wished to use the supposed increased magic of a planetary alignment to help them in their unimaginably fiendish, if not completely deluded desirers.
Jennifer had become a ward of the state after her timely rescue from their clutches, and placed secretly into a secession of foster homes. Some of the family’s who had billeted her over the years, had been good Christian folk who did their best to make up for, through prayer and even baptism, what some off them had realized was, by any standard, a terrible episode in any young person’s life.
Still. Jennifer had grown up, unable to shake the memories of her torrid tenure as the demonic cults sexual pin cushion. In fact, over recent years the often remembered snippets of insanity she recalled, un-beckoned and disjointed, had become increasingly erotic to her. So strong had these recalled visions become of late, they had been making her life increasingly difficult. She found herself having obscenely erotic fantasies while at her work, having to run to the toilets to masturbate her maddeningly throbbing clit and pussy as she imagined her body being used in the nastiest sexual ways imaginable.
She had married a nice young man when she’d turned 21, and their sex life had been fine at first. But nether-the-less, she had become increasingly veracious in her sexual appetite.
At first she’d started using dildos while her husband wasn’t home. Then she’d found she’d progressed to needing one electric humming plastic phallus in her pussy, while she frigged anther roughly in her ass. But like a Pandora’s box, this just seemed to cause her cravings to grow stronger. She fantasized about having threesomes with another man besides her husband. Then other women; groups of people all at once! And lately, she had even started thinking about buying herself a male dog for the purposes of sex.
At that point, Jennifer had started become fearful for her own sanity, and so, when her young husband had suggested she seek help, and then gone further and actually booked an appointment with Doctor Schwarzkopf, a highly respected psychiatrist, she had decided it was probably for the best. And now after weeks of appointments, she felt confident that the kindly Doctor was close to helping her at last.
“Specto suscitatio” Doctor Schwarzkopf baritone voice had told her only moments ago, and she had immediately relaxed. The erotic, sad and chaotic memories of the black masses early and unexpected finish, faded into the tranquil floating blackness of the cave inside herself.
She felt tranquil now, alone all of a sudden, as if at the bottom of a deep, silent ocean. It was the wonderfully safe place she’d been taught to hide within herself so many times, during her hypnotherapy sessions with the kindly Doctor Schwarzkopf. A lower place inside her very being, far from the residual pain of her unbearable childhood memories of satanic ritual abuse, and the horrible visions that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused all at once. The little girl inside her enjoyed the quiet, restful darkness of this place within herself. There was only her own relaxed self-conscious, and she knew she’d be safe in here for now.
“Jennifer! Jennifer… can you hear me?” the voice of Doctor Schwarzkopf questioned after some moments. The deeply hypnotized woman nodded her head slowly, and the little girl inside her felt relieved and happy once again to hear his guiding voice.
“Jennifer, It’s time you woke up. When I count to three you WILL wake up, but you will remain calm, you will stay under my control. You will remain open to my suggestions at all times. Do you understand?”
“Um hum,” Jennifer answered.
“Very good. Its time you learn the truth about the root of your disorder. On the count of three. You’ll wake up Jennifer. All the way up.. Remain calm… All the way up… Remain calm… One.. Two.. Three!”
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she began to awaken once again. She was vaguely aware of her clothing being tugged and plied gently from her body. Unseen, yet knowing, fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering adult body. Teasing her luscious nubile nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her rapidly heating sex-organs, and making her tingle, with a searing flame of longing in her lovely, lubricious loins.
As her eyes began to open she began to panic. The smoothly stroking palms and plying fingers where still caressing her highly aroused body. Purple robes with gold emblazonry, featureless white masks, bobbled in the dim lighting of the familiar old church hall all about her.
“Remain calm Jennifer!” Mr. Black commanded sternly for close by.
As her eyes began to focus she recognized his unforgettably evil image standing just before her, cloaked in his ceremonial black vestments; gold mask, and long gold artifice of horns upon his head.
“What.. the.. FUCK..?” she stammered, finding her voice already thick with lust, as the many fingers of the congregation pressing in around her continued to pleasure her erotically charged body.
“Remain calm Jennifer! I’m your friend, we have always been your big family Jennifer, welcome home!”
“B..But how..ooooh? Jennifer’s question ended in a shudder of lust as someone’s finger wiggled, oh so nicely, in her butt.
“We brought you here while you were sleeping my dear.”
“B..but..but YOU!”
“Don’t delude yourself any longer my dear. You always knew that we would find you one day. It wasn’t easy I assure you lamb. But you are worth the effort after all I see.” The familiar baritone of Doctor Schwarzkopf spoke to her soothingly, as Mr. Black leered at her gorgeous female frame.
“Stand up now Jennifer, and follow me. Tonight the stars have aligned again, and we must complete the ritual we started all those years ago. Come to me! My darling little daughter. And from all of us. Welcome home again!”
Many hands helped Jenny rise on lust weakened legs and shaky knees. Incomprehensibly, even to herself, she decided to play along, in fact, she wasn’t even really all that shocked she realized. She suddenly felt more at home than she had in years, and found herself following Mr. Black past the old familiar altar she’d adorned so many times before, and up onto to Dias of the chancel at the far end of the church. She took a place beside him as he’d indicated to her, then turned to face the hundreds of masked cult members whom had gathered to complete the unholy communion service that had been so rudely interrupted years before.
She stood before the evil congregation, showing beautifully every curve of her luscious naked physique. Her body demanding sensuality from herself. In the face of the growing awareness of her need … a desire for sexual fulfillment, she knew she must allow herself to trust; her beautiful young body screamed for it, and she found she wasn’t frightened any more. The rational part of her mind knew that she should probably run away right now, but her hypnotically conditioned mind rejected that, completely.
Suddenly, Mr. Black cleared his throat before addressing those around him,
“O Lord Satan, we beseech thee, show kindness to those of us who deserve it, we pledge ourselves to your unholy vengeance, let us be responsible for your evil blessing here tonight!” And then he turned to Jennifer.
“Jenny! Do hear me?”
“Yes..”
“Do you accept that you are just another animal of this world?”
“Yes.. I do”
“Will you offer your enthusiasm on all-fours? Do you reject the praising of the flaccid Christian bosom? And instead, offer your physical, mental, and emotional gratification to The Beast!
Gratification. Fuck yeah! That’s what I need right now, for sure! Jenny realized as she answered.
“I do!”
Jenny took a blood filled goblet he handed her then, to her full red lips and drank from it in toast. After she handed it back, Mr. Black stepped in and kissed her. They stood there on the stage for a moment, embracing and kissing. Working their tongues deeply and ferociously into one another, while their restless hands fondled and probed at each others bodies.
Then Mr. Black pulled away. He commanded Jennifer,
“Feel yourself, caress yourself girl!”
The gorgeously shaped fair-skinned blond began to probe at her open, spilling cunt with avaricious fingers. She closed her eyes and stood swaying back and forth in a trance of passion. On some level, she knew her own husband was watching her from the crowd just then, but she only felt euphoric understanding in her heart. She was the big family’s sexual magnet after all, and she knew right at that moment, she had finally come home… where she belonged.
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