“OOOOOOH! My GOD! It’s so wonderful!”
Slowly, the satiated relaxing euphoria overcame her like nothing she had ever known before, nor ever would again.
Through her delirium that swallowed her, she was only vaguely aware of Mr. Black, saying something over her exhausted, panting body.
“Satan, lord and master, she has acknowledged the power of our magic! Please take from her, exactly what we wish you to put in!”
And the others too were calling out, slowly at first, but quickly gaining in speed and volume as they intoned a magic incantation with their fevered adult voices.
“Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio… Specto suscitatio…Specto suscitatio..Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio. Specto suscitatio.” the cultists chanted, performing their prearranged parts in the culmination of the celestial event they longed to witness
Await awakening! But who would awake and whom would have to wait? As one evil, eternal sprit was freed and lifted at that moment, yet another was sucked down. Down, down, down into darkness.
Miraculously, a brand-new Jennifer Parker rose easily to her feet just then, as the goat dropped dead behind her. Arch she-demon Barbelo looked around her with her lovely new blue eyes, inspecting the congregation, now shrieking all about her. Many of the unholy brethren went irrevocably insane when they realized what had happened.
However, the atrocious Mr. Black found his tongue, and as was his duty, he recognized his most unholy mistress by throwing himself prostrated at her feet, before concluding the congregations evil machinations with the last words of their spell;
“May the perversion of humanity be completed through the realization, in a living woman as the platform for this demon. And may we now go forward together using mankind’s latest technologies in the persistent creation of hell on earth, HAIL SATAN!”
The gorgeous blond woman’s body, her eyes glowing like two blue bonfires, looked down on her priest and smiled in pure evil, as the quickly fading feeling of Jennifer’s vital essence sank away. However, even though Barbelo had now possessed a glamorous female body, it’s former owner’s spirit hadn’t entirely ceased to be;
In fact:
There was an indeterminate period of time, during which, all manner of obscenity danced before Jennifer dementedly, in roiling, seething darkness as she continued to regress. And then, she achieved her final altered state.
She was at the bottom of a deep, dark ocean. A lower place inside the crucible of her very being, which used to be so far from the pain of her unbearable childhood, and the horrors that made her fearful, sick and anxiously aroused.
However, she found no rest in her deep dark cavern now.
She was only twelve years old again, naked in a fevered, fearful, loathing hell, in which she was writhing, damned forever to excruciating lust. Unseen, yet knowing, fiery fingers seemed to caressed her quivering little body in the hectic, howling darkness. Teasing her little nipples maddeningly erect, insinuating themselves within the yearning crevasses of her over-heated sex organs, and making her tingle, with a searing flame of longing; Never to be quenched again.
“No! I please stop.. I’m burning! Please.. nooooooooo!” Jenny’s tiny spirit squealed and writhed in torment.
But there would never come… a loving voice — to lead her out again.
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